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[her-imperius-condessy]

I have erred

More adventures in the Pulp Musical collection on shuffle.

Arrival Part One was followed by Footprints In Falling Snow.

Brb gotta cry in the bathtub now

[221bdisneystreet]

say my name and every color illuminates

ch.2: wake me up (i’m fever dreaming)

✨ infinite eyerolls (otgw)

✨ kimi no na wa au

[🌟♥️☕️] reblogs appreciated!!

[jianswordbi-sokka]

Alright y’all! since several people expressed interest in reading my fics, here’s a comprehensive list of all the zukka fic I’ve written over the years:

What the Good Days Left Behind: Rating - M.  It's been 13 years since the end of the world began. It's been 2 since its total collapse. How much longer can its survivors hold out? And how can they hope to save themselves? (Please note: this is an apocalyptic plague-based au so proceed with caution!)

We Swear on Egg rolls and Lamplight: Rating - T.  Sokka and Zuko's roommate adventures in getting drunk, empty theaters, and a getting lot more than they bargained for.

Diplomacy - It’s Not For Everyone: Rating - G.  Sokka doesn’t know how to flirt with boys.

The Polar Bear and the Loon: Rating -  G.  Sokka shares an old water tribe legend that bares an aching similarity to his friend's life.

How to Treat Crush Syndrome (and Fail Miserably at Doing so): Rating - G. Zuko got a little roughed up breaking them out of the boiling rock. And maybe, just maybe, a little of that is Sokka's fault. So, could anyone blame him for trying his best to help?

Zuko of the Masked Ones: Rating - G.  When Zuko is framed for the murder of his cousin, the crown prince, he must flee his home or lose his life. He finds help and salvation through the care of an unlikely stranger.

Nautical Twilight: Rating - G.  Sokka really and truly does believe Zuko is as beautiful as even the best sunrises.

Heaven is There, it’s Under Your Hair: Rating - G.  Sokka notices how long Zuko’s hair has gotten since they met.

Four Seasons: Rating - T.  The progression of Zuko and Sokka's relationship through their lives in 4 brief moments.

Firelight: Rating - T. Part 1 of the Water and Light Series. As the war comes to an end, Sokka finds new purpose in his growing relationship with Zuko

Cascade: Rating - T.  Part 2 of the Water and Light Series. Zuko’s perspective on his newfound friendship with Sokka.

Letters to No One: Rating - G. Part 3 of the Water and Light Series.  Alone in the Southern Water Tribe, Sokka writes letters he never intends to send in an attempt to heal a broken heart.

Aiya Surli Tikiatasanga: Rating - G.  Zuko never quite stops having nightmares.

Jade: Rating - G.  Sokka proposes to Zuko with an old Fire Nation tradition.

Best For The Best: Rating - T.  Sokka and Zuko find comfort in one another, in a world where meeting your soulmate isn’t always fair.

Wolf Lake, 15 Below: Rating - G.  Zuko never imagined he would be spending any of his precious free time ice fishing. But Sokka's puppy-dog eyes sure can be persuasive.

[sk8rwillie]

Julie Week Day 1: AU

Witch!Julie moodboard and a small drabble that I might turn into a fic @julie-week

thank you @wlwcarries​ for helping me out with the characters! <3

Julie had been raised a witch by her mother, who taught her everything she knows now. They had a little cottage out in the woods where they practiced simple spells and weird concoctions for different uses. This cottage had been in her family for generations, but as times changed they obviously didn’t live there. They had a house where they lived with her dad and little brother, who knew of their secret. 

She was told never to tell anyone of their power for generational fear of what could happen. Julie always felt so guilty for not telling her best friends, but she understood. Flynn and Carrie had no idea, even though Julie was notoriously known for being the absolute worst liar. She didn’t know if they actually believed her or if they were giving her the benefit of the doubt. 

Her mother, Rose, also had a familiar. It was a white cat that Julie had basically grown up with, named Willie. She didn’t actually know it could transform into a person until she was around 7, and even then it had been an accident. Julie had been wandering around outside the cottage when she got lost in the woods, she got so scared being out there alone that it caught Willie’s attention. Julie was going to grow into being a strong witch as far as Rose and Willie could tell. 

Before thinking about it, Willie ran into the forest, finding Julie curled into a ball on the forest floor. They sighed in relief, picking her up and carrying her back home. Julie looked up to find herself in the arms of a teenage boy with soft and long brown hair and a kind smile. From that point on, they were mostly inseparable. Willie would go to the ends of the earth for her and found comfort in his soothing yet lively presence.

One day her mother started getting sick so she made, with the help of her daughter, a healing potion she had been perfecting throughout the years. But it didn’t seem to be working. Julie wouldn’t dare think about losing her mother and Willie always assured her that Rose would be okay. To their horror, they were both wrong. The potion had seemed to make Rose worse and the consequences eventually turned fatal. Willie never forgave themself for convincing Julie, her mom would live...

It had almost been a year since her mother passed and she hadn’t been back to the cottage, not wanting another reminder of her mom’s death. Willie kept a distance, but still remained as protective and kind as they had always been. Julie knew that Willie was only protecting her and trying to make her feel better, but her grief had grown over the love and forgiveness in her heart.

Her father had asked her if she wanted to visit the cottage, assuring her that it might make her feel better. Willie, who had stayed in their feline form since Rose passed, curled around Julie’s legs. They stared up at her and she got the sense that they would go with her if she so chooses to go. Julie did decide to go, wishing she had the same connection to Willie as her mother did.

The thing with familiars was the “owner” and said familiar were connected and could communicate even without words. 

At the cottage, Julie hesitated near the door before feeling a hand rub her shoulder. She turned to face Willie, who gave her sad smile and took her hand in his. Walking in together, a great sadness overtook them. Looking around, it was the same as how her mother left it, bottles of herbs and spices left opened. She thought it was just hard to be there, but she felt Willie tense up. They walked over and picked up an open container of delicate flowers and berries, smelling them and immediately dropping it on the ground. Their eyes were classy and afraid,

“Jules, I- I know why Rose got sick.”

“What are you talking about?” Julie questioned, her voice cracking. Willie pointed at the flowers on the floor and sniffled, “That’s Belladonna.”

Something inside Julie broke and her knees gave out, but not before Willie caught her in their arms. That was impossible, Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade was a poisonous plant that Julie had been taught to never gather in the woods. It had been ingrained in her since she was a little girl, and she knew her mother was smarter than this- her mother had been poisoned. 

It was quiet in the cottage, but only for a moment when Julie heard a loud thud at the door. Panicking, Julie cuddled closer into Willie’s arms, fully knowing that they were going to get up and check out the noise. Bringing her up with them, Willie made it to the door, opening it to find a golden retriever panting and wagging its tail. 

Willie brought Julie forward causing the dog to perk up and bark at the sight of Julie. She knelt down in front of the dog and scratched its ears and rubbed its belly. She heard Willie laughing, “Are you okay, Julie?”

“Yeah Willie, I-I’m fine,” she remained focused on the dog and didn’t notice Willie scrunch his nose in confusion. 

“Julie, I didn’t say anything,” after hearing their words, Julie locked eyes with the dog who seemed to understand her entire being. She looked back at Willie, who seemed to understand what was happening and then glanced back at- well where the dog was supposed to be. To her shock, she found a teenage boy beaming at her, with shaggy brown hair and vulnerable gray eyes. He leaned forward to wipe silent tears from her cheeks and she immediately felt bonded to him in a way she hadn’t felt with anything before- he was her familiar.

“Um hi! I’m Luke, sorry if I freaked you out. Are you okay though?” He started to stand up to formally greet her, but Julie had other plans. Before he had the chance to shift to his knees, Julie had thrown herself into Luke’s arms like she had known him all this time. He didn’t hesitate to pull her close and calm her down, Willie could only watch in relief. After Julie had realized what she had done, she pulled away from Luke, who pouted slightly, 

“I’m sorry! Why does it feel like I know you?”

“I mean-”

“Could someone please explain what’s going on?” A new voice came, but it was loud and it echoed. It didn’t seem to phase Willie either, Julie looked around and found a black cat with its head tilted, sitting next to a wolf. She thought she was absolutely losing it until she saw Luke shake his head and smile, a silent gesture for them to show themselves. Looking back at the two animals again, she saw two more teenage boys. One with golden blonde hair and a baby pink shirt, the other with dark hair that swooped into his eyes wearing a red flannel. 

Julie had stood up, Luke slowly joining her, but Willie seemed apprehensive and pulled her under his arm. She was worried at their sudden change of heart, but still felt like these two new boys meant no harm. Willie must have sensed her squirming in his grasp, when they held her tighter, “Three familiars?? This can’t be.”

“We’re just as confused as you! One minute we’re with Caleb in a really dark room and now we’re here! Only with the name Julie and danger  in our heads, except Luke who sensed something else,” the dark haired one tried to explain. It seemed to only make things worse, though. 

“I’m sorry, Caleb sent you? You all need to leave- NOW” Willie was fuming. Julie had never seen them like this before and she never wanted to again. Luke was planted to his spot next to her, while the other two backed up a few feet, Willie shifted their gaze to Luke. It had softened ever so slightly.

“Listen, I didn’t know they were coming. I know them, they’re my best friends but I am Julie’s familiar. I don’t only know her but I know her aura, it’s freeing and feels like you’ve been welcomed home,” Luke explained, keeping his gaze on Willie. Julie felt their grasp loosen and they nodded in a sense of trust to Luke. He put a hand on Julie’s arm and smiled but it quickly faded as they both seemed to realize something at the same time. So together in unison, both Luke and Julie with wild eyes exclaim, “ Did you say danger?!”

[artbymavy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

What the Good Days Left Behind

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“Show me your hands you rat bastard.”

The figure raised their hands slowly, still as the hot summer air despite their situation, pulling off black leather gloves to reveal pale skin – and the accompanying unblemished nails.

Sokka nodded his acknowledgement, but still kept his knife ready, tilting up his captive’s chin. Were it not for the tint of the mask and Sokka’s own goggles, they would be staring directly into one another’s eyes. Perhaps if they were, it would have kept Sokka from saying anything more.

“Speak, then, if you want me to spare your life. If you can.” --- It's been 13 years since the end of the world began. It's been 2 since its total collapse. How much longer can its survivors hold out? And how can they hope to save themselves?

[whenispeakicrossmyfingers]

someone explain why i have to use so many words to say things

[goodjobmiranda]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Platonic Anxceit Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Mentions of Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Additional Tags: Phobias, Snakes, Panic Attacks, Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Virgil's a bit of a dick but immediately regrets it, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Deceit loves snakes, the perfect gift for him would be a snake. The lying side was very snake-themed after all and had responded so well to pictures and plushies of snakes that have been gifted to him before. Roman must have spent a lot of time creating such a perfect reptile with green and yellow scales, an obvious reference to his scaled and chosen color.

"C'mon snakes and ladders, you can hold her!" Roman steps forward with the little creature and Deceit has to bite his tongue to keep down the noise that almost escapes him, he can see Virgil practically shaking with repressed laughter in his peripheral.

It would be such a lovely and thoughtful gift if Deceit wasn't also terrified of snakes.

[aywdaimie]

“be the light in the dark of this danger”

* yes i know i have many fic requests in my inbox, and i promise i will get to them eventually. for now, here’s some angst because that’s what i am good at. enjoy. don’t forget to reblog and tell me what you like if you like <3 *

for most of the day, jane’s head has been pounding. she has frequent headaches, but they vary in pain level. she has taken medicine, and she’s currently drinking a cup of tea. she’s set the television to great british bake off on a low volume to try and distract her from the sharp pain behind her eyes. cathy, catherine, and anna have been in their respective rooms for a little bit getting ready for bed. kat and anne have been out shopping for a few hours because anne has discovered a new brand of makeup that she’s dying to try. eventually, the two return home as jane is about to drift off to sleep. her eyes flutter open as the hyper girls enter the house. “hey guys?” jane softly says.

“hi jane. how has your night been?” anne sincerely asks as she places her shopping bags on the counter.

“i actually have a killer headache,” she replies, rubbing her temples. “so i would greatly appreciate it if you two could keep it down. you can stay downstairs and do whatever but please please don’t be noisy.”

“we won’t!” kat assures her. jane gives her thanks and lies back down on the couch. kat and anne scurry into the kitchen and proceed to remove all the palettes and makeup brushes from the bags and spread them out on the counter. kat opens a highlighter palette and gasps. “annie! these are so sparkly oh my god!!” she swatches two of the shades on her arm and stares in awe. “you have to put some on me!!” she pleads.

anne’s mouth drops open, and she exclaims “oh my god! of course! can i do a full beat?”

kat excitedly agrees. “you know i’m always down to get my makeup done.”

anne quietly squeals so she doesn’t disturb jane. kat gets settled on a stool at the counter and anne stands in front of her. she removes kat’s makeup and starts fresh. “your skin looks really nice right now kitkat.”

kat’s eyes light up and she timidly says “really??”

“yes!! i don’t even want to cover it with foundation, but i have to.” anne says with a laugh. anne doesn’t know it, but that comment means the world to kat. after all her makeup has been wiped off of her face, anne begins her masterpiece. she completes the base and then moves on to blush and highlighter. of course kat makes sure anne doesn’t forget to use the one with the most shimmer. when she’s satisfied with her work, she holds up a mirror so kat can see. “do you like it?”

“I LOVE IT!!! IT’S BLINDING.” kat exclaims. anne shushes her while laughing. she starts working on kat’s eyes next. kat gave anne complete creative control, which is anne’s dream scenario. she blends eyeshadows on her lid and applies two clean lines of eyeliner. kat’s second favorite part is next. false lashes. anne chooses the most dramatic ones and applies them carefully. everything is going well until she starts to coat kat’s lashes with mascara. anne accidentally stabs kat in the eye with the mascara wand which makes kat scream out of shock. the scream she let out then shocked anne which caused her to burst out laughing. she tries to stop laughing and she chokes out a “sorry. sorry” before tears come to her eyes from laughter. in all the excitement, the two girls forgot that jane had a raging headache, and they would soon regret that.

“GIRLS.” jane shouts and startles kat, causing her to jump. “I ASKED YOU TO BE QUIET FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE SO LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS? IT SHOULDNT BE THIS HARD FOR YOU.” jane groans and stands up, retreating to her room, to try and find some peace and quiet.

kat and anne look at each other doe-eyed, unsure of what to do. anne inhales and exhales deeply before grabbing kat’s hands and whispering, “it’s okay. you’re not gonna cry. right? we’re okay” but her voice and her hands are shaking.

“i can’t do this annie.” kat quietly replies. her lip starts quivering, and anne can tell she is about to lose it, and if kat does, so will she.

“okay. come on.” anne stands up still holding kat’s hand and takes her upstairs to her attic room. when they arrive, kat plops down on one of anne’s beanbags and slowly pulls her knees up to her chest. she buries her face in her knees and sniffles really quietly so anne doesn’t hear. but of course she does. “please don’t cry.” anne pleads.

kat picks her head up and looks at anne. “you’re crying too…”

a confused look falls on anne’s face, and she wipes away the tear rolling down her cheek that she was so sure she blinked back. “kat. she’s gonna get over it soon! she was just in pain from her headache.. yeah she’ll get over it right? yeah. why would she yell like that though oh my god we-we weren’t being obnoxious i’m sorry this is my fault-“

tears are rolling down kat’s face as she sits there trying to process anne’s emotions as well as her own. finally, she silently stands up and retrieves anne’s journal and a pen from the drawer, and she walks over and sits beside her. “here.” she says quietly, as she hands her the journal. after a few seconds, anne takes it from kat’s hands without looking at her and starts writing. kat moves back to her beanbag and just sits there with her head in her knees crying quietly while anne writes. a few minutes pass, and anne slams the book shut and throws it across the room.

kat flinches and slowly asks, “annie?”

“i can’t do this i can’t..” she starts out calmly. “she has always had a vendetta against me and i don’t know why i try to be nice and i try to be calm but it never works IT NEVER WORKS she always says i’m too much and i’m too loud and i CANT DO IT ANYMORE.” at this point, she has started to sob and she has to almost choke out her words.

kat stands again and walks to anne and collapses into the space beside her. she wraps her arms around her and tries to calm her down. she’s had a lot of practice, and she knows anne will eventually start breathing again if she just holds her tight and assures her that she’s safe. “annie. annie. i’m here. it’s okay. she doesn’t hate you. we’re gonna be okay. i love you. i’m here.” anne sobs in kat’s arms for a few more minutes, and kat hides her face in anne’s shoulder and cries with her.

anne does start breathing again. she inhales and exhales slowly. when she looks up at kat and sees her puffy eyes and mascara stains on her cheeks, she feels so guilty. she sniffles and says, “oh kitkat. i’m so sorry. i can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for ~you~ having jane yell like that. i still feel responsible so i’ll just tell jane it was my fault.”

kat wipes anne’s cheeks and laughs dryly. “i’m okay. i just wanted to take care of you. neither of us are good in these situations. but yeah. i don’t think she’s ever yelled at me like that. it was scary and sad and i don’t think i’m done crying about it yet. but it wasn’t your fault. she was just not having a good night. it was both of us.” it was a pitiful sight. they both had puffy eyes and snot all over their shirts so they just lay together on the beanbag crying and consoling each other for a little while longer until they’re both okay again.