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Getting to Know the S/I

I'm making my own ask game. Nothing too fancy. Just send in a letter/word to ask a question about a self-insert

A: Art - What kinds of talents and skills do they have?

B: Baby - Who are their parents? What were they like when they were young?

C: Candy - How do they treat themselves?

D: Dream - What are their goals in life?

E: Earth - Where were they born? Where do they call home?

F: Food - What do they like to eat?

G: Genius - What is something they know a lot about?

H: Hero - Who do they look up to?

I: Impulse - What do they spend most of their money, time, or energy on?

J: Jesus - Do they have any religious beliefs?

K: Kiss - How do they show affection?

L: Library - Do they enjoy reading? What are their favorite books or movies?

M: Money - What do they do for a living?

N: Night - What is their bedtime routine like? How well do they sleep?

O: Outfit - What do they usually wear? Do they have a specific style?

P: Party - How do they celebrate accomplishments and special occasions?

Q: Queer - What is their sexuality and gender identity?

R: Rainbow - What is their favorite color?

S: Siblings - Do they have any brothers or sisters? What is their relationship like?

T: Tattoo - Do they have any tattoos or piercings?

U: Umbrella - What kind of weather do they enjoy?

V: Victory - What are some of their greatest accomplishments?

W: Water - What do they like to drink?

X: eXtreme - What is the wildest thing they've ever done?

Y: Year - What is their favorite season? Favorite holiday?

Z: Zoo - What is their favorite animal? Do they have any pets?

Daphne Sees her Dad

AN: The bold italics are flashbacks. They are not in order but are set up to fit with the story.

TW: divorce

Daphne was nervous. It sounded crazy that she would be nervous to meet with her father and his family for the billionth time, but nonetheless, she was. They didn’t feel like her family, but they didn’t feel like not family either. They were all in a weird limbo, no one really knew how they felt about Daphne in their family. Her dad ignored her but pretended they were ultra close, her stepmom hated her and put her down at every turn, and her siblings were so young that they still worshiped the very ground she walked on, something their mother hated with a passion. Allison saw her as a threat, someone who could mess up or ruin everything she had worked so hard to build. She was too much and not enough for them at the same time. Daphne thought about the moment she met Allison often. 

Daphne was excited to finally meet the girlfriend she had heard so much about from her father. He had other girlfriends before, but Daphne couldn’t recall a single time that they made him look half as happy as he was in the moment. He had been bragging about the two meeting for weeks. As Daphne opens the door into the café where they agreed to meet, she spots Allison. The first thing that strikes her is how similar she is to Donita, something that grows more obvious as time goes on. Allison was also a fashion designer; while not nearly as renowned or famous as her mother, she did pretty well for herself. On paper, their experiences were similar too. They both grew up in a large family and left their small town to be a fashion designer. At that moment, Daphne empathized with Allison. She knew it was probably difficult to be the ‘second choice’ especially being so close to the original. Allison would probably compare herself to Donita constantly, never quite measuring up. Two hours later, as they leave the café, Henry tells Daphne that she will always be her number one priority, no matter what.

Henry had clearly broken that promise to her. Allison hated her and Henry didn’t even try to defend her anymore, instead focusing on his new family and children. Her father used to be her biggest confidante and they would talk for hours when he wasn’t working, which was rare. He had really cut back on the hours since he married Allison, and while Daphne was happy that her half-siblings could have such a present father, she was sad that she didn’t get to enjoy that for herself. As always, when Henry walks in he asks her two questions: “How’s school life and your friends?” and after an uncomfortable silence, “How’s Ms. Donata?”. Never ‘your mom’ not even ‘Donita’, always choosing to use the title clients and strangers call her. Daphne thinks that sometimes he forgets that he was in an 8-year relationship with Donita, and no matter how much they denied it, their futures were intertwined. They used to be so in love.

Daphne looked up from her Cheerios to see her mommy and daddy kissing each other under the mistletoe. All she could see from their eyes was love, and they quietly muttered things to each other with laughter in their voices, before looking at Daphne. The product of their love and the best thing to ever happen to them. The family couldn’t be closer or happier, they even wore matching Christmas pajamas, designed by Donita, especially for them. 

Daphne knew that they both hurt the other in so many ways. She truly didn’t think there was a fault in the divorce, they both made mistakes, and they were just an ill-fitted match that was never going to work out long-term. They got married so fast that they didn’t even really know each other. They didn’t put in the work to keep their relationship and make it work, believing in just love. They were so different, it was a miracle to believe that they even fell in love at all. Nonetheless, the divorce still shattered everything. It took away some of her mother’s ‘sparkle’ and made her even more cynical, something difficult to do based on the fact that she made her fortune from making clothes out of live animals. Deny it all they want, if you didn’t love someone, you wouldn’t be as shattered as they were that day.

Donita had been staring at the wall for fifteen minutes. She didn’t blink or even look at Daphne, sitting next to her. Daphne wasn’t 100% sure what was happening,  but she knew her life was about to permanently change whether she wanted it to or not. Her parents, who she always thought were perfect Gods, had cried more in the last three days than she had ever seen in her seven years of life. Even her mother, who she had never seen cry and never would again, let out a few stray tears.  Lawyers were talking to Daphne and talks were being held about splitting assets and what to do about her. Donita still didn’t move, just staring at the walls and crying.  Her parents' fights had been really bad recently, her dad even moved out.  They seemed to scream at each other until they were hoarse all the time, about everything. Daphne longed for the days of Christmas PJs and Cheerios. 

As Daphne went into the house to awkwardly stand in the corner until her half-siblings dragged her away, she thought of all these moments. She also thought about Allison. She didn’t hate her stepmom, she loved her. Allison was the mother to her half-siblings, and no matter how awful she was to Daphne, she still loved her. She really was a great mother to them. She brought back the purpose of her father’s life. He started to play music again and began to come alive, something she hadn’t seen since he moved out. She loved her stepmom, and always will, but she’s been working on boundaries with her. Daphne was nervous, but also a little excited to spend time with her father.

Daphne Spirals

TW: Depression

I'm planning on making 1-2 more parts on this short internet series with a few other things sprinkled in, lmk what you want to know next

Daphne’s life was spinning out of control. She feels like a different person than she was before she had social media, but she couldn’t quit. Social media was the only thing that made her happy, but also made her depression and sadness that much worse. Daphne hadn’t left her room in days and hadn't talked to her family in weeks. She knew her family was worried about her, but she wasn’t willing to go out and face them. They would be so disappointed in her and how she is a loser who cares too much about what others think, at the detriment of her own health. She didn't deserve her family’s love anymore, and she isn’t sure they would even recognize her, she didn’t. She felt like a huge burden to them, especially her mom, who was extremely worried about her and was skipping out on things she loved to do to watch her. She needed to take a break from social media and learn some boundaries about what to post and who to deal with people on the internet, but she can’t. The internet and social media are her downfall and her salvation. It was an oxymoron, just like she was at that point. She never got out of bed but she never rested. She felt everything and nothing at the same time. She had changed so much to fit what the internet would want, and now no one is happy, especially not her. Her content was falling in quality and views, and she no longer found joy in what she was posting. She needed to do something, but she didn’t think she deserved to grow and nobody would want to or be able to help her in the way she so desperately needed.

Gourmand could tell something was off. Daphne had not spoken or reached out to him in weeks, the longest she had ever gone. Donita skipped their monthly dinner to ‘take care’ of Daphne, but she wasn’t sick or injured as far as he knew. It was because of that phone, he knew it. He knew it was a mistake for her to get it and wanted to just rip it out of her hands the moment it was in them. He didn’t know much about the internet or technology, he had no interest in it and didn’t want the government to know about where he was (I hc Gourmand as the biggest conspiracy theorist and believer ever) and social media had no appeal to him. He could see the obsession in Daphne and wanted to quell it. That kind of determination couldn’t be healthy, especially for something as useless as the internet. Daphne was throwing away her life for that phone, and dragging her mother down with her. He loved Daphne, but he needed to form some kind of way to drag her out of the depths of the comments and internet, and he needed to do it now. He would meet with all the important people in Daphne’s life tonight and figure out a plan of attack.

Disappointment

Violet, Vallen, Vera and Varina all belong to the incredible @jokerislandgirl32

I hope you guys enjoy, under the cut due to length

TW: abandonment feelings

Daphne was excited to finally learn how to play the piano. Her father was an excellent pianist, along with her aunt Violet along with Varina and Vera. Music was literally in her blood, it was how her mother fell in love with her father and how her father paid the bills. Henry Lopez was a world class musician before he transitioned to producing music. Some of Daphne’s earliest memories were seeing concerts, watching Varina and Vera flourish in piano, and watching Henry and Violet play music together, before Henry moved out and never spoke to Violet again. It was expected for Daphne to be another musician, especially by her father. Daphne could feel him pulling away from her, so she couldn’t fail or mess this up. Daphne took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and walked through the door. 

A couple of months later, Daphne knew she was completely out of her league. She practiced for hours after class every day, but she was still the worst in her class by far. Her fingers couldn’t move quick enough and she always seemed to forget where the notes were, no matter how many times everyone seemed to tell her. She could see her teacher sigh, out of the corner of her eye, as she walked into the classroom. She waved to Vallen, a star student and brother of Vera and Varina, and sat down next to her teacher. When she started playing, she could feel the waves of judgment from her teacher and the pain of all the other students, suffering through her ‘music’. Daphne was red from embarrassment and could feel everyone else’s eyes on her, wondering what she was doing on the piano. 

After Daphne’s lesson was finished, she waited on the curb for her father to pick her up. He didn’t even look at her as she climbed into the front seat and just started driving, pointedly ignoring her. Henry didn’t think Daphne was trying hard enough in piano and viewed it as sheer laziness. “I just wish you would be more like Allison, she was playing in concerts at your age. I’m disappointed in you, Daphne” Henry told her as he drove down the highway. Daphne didn’t respond, she couldn’t convince him that she was trying either way. Daphne could see that Allison was coming up more and more recently. They had never met, but her dad seemed to really be in love. Daphne wanted to be happy for him and she was, but the feeling of abandonment was getting stronger every time Allison came up and the chasm between them only widened. Daphne stared out the window until her father pulled up to the Varmitech Industries building, where Daphne would be spending the night while her mother worked. Henry was supposed to spend the night, just the two of them, but he decided that he instead wanted to go with Allison, causing Donita to frantically text Zach, asking if he would be able to watch Daphne. Daphne was excited to spend time with the Varmitechs, she really was, but she couldn’t help but feel the familiar twinge of disappointment that her father had let her down again, something that seemed to be getting more and more common. Daphne sighed and started walking towards the building, feeling like a burden.

Violet was disappointed in Henry. She could tell that Daphne was upset that he didn’t spend the night, and frankly so was Violet. She was always happy to watch Daphne, viewing her almost as another daughter, but was annoyed by the extremely short notice and complete lack of acknowledgement from Henry. Once upon a time, they were playing music and singing together, but then Henry and Donita got divorced. Violet was upset about the way that Henry chose to handle the news and felt bad for her friend, but was more surprised by Henry never reaching out to them. She sent a few texts to him in the beginning, asking how he was and that she was always there if he wanted to talk, but he never responded. Violet felt disappointed in Henry, yet again, he had thrown away years of friendship and kinship, never speaking to Violet again after the divorce. He even seemed to actively avoid her, never looking her in the eye, something Violet definitely noticed and did not approve of. Henry seemed to be disappointing in every category recently, he was a bad husband, friend, and seemingly father. Violet sighed and opened the door as Daphne walked through the elevator doors, wanting to be the parental figure Daphne deserved.

Varmibeth Act 1 Scene 1

This is a quick opening scene introducing the three Wild Women and the prophecy they have for Varmibeth

A/N: I tried the whole rhyming thing for them, let me know what you guys think

 Its windy and heavily raining 

Paisley (Witch 1): When do we tell him of his fate?

Do we say it now or should we wait?

Aviva (Witch 2): When the poacher’s ship has sailed?

When King Martin (Duncan) has prevailed?

Koki (Witch 3): That is when we tell the tale.

Paisley: To whom do we tell?

Aviva: Tell to the pale, the one who is prone to wail

Koki: Then he will prepare to set sail

Aviva: Come on Stuffo,

Koki:Pouncy

Paisley: Pavers

Nori (Hecate): Only time will tell

If Varmibeth is prone to wisdom or to HeIl

Chris: Okay, Donita, I’m not scared of you.

Donita: That’s alright. Zach!

Zach, approaching her side: Hello, Chris.

Chris: I’m not scared of you, either.

Gormond, appearing behind him: Hello, Chris...

Chris: Okay, YOU I’m scared of.

One of the top 5 parodies I’ve heard! Merry Christmas/Zachmas y’all!!

The 12 Days of “Zachmas”

I always “wrote” parodies of songs I liked as a teen, and I took another wack at it. Here is me singing the 12 Days Of Christmas parody I’ve been posting about Zach Varmitech.

Since this is pretty long, all lyrics are below the cut 😊

On the first day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me…an underwater submarine.

On the second day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me… two spybots, and an underwater submarine.

On the third day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me… three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine. 

On the fourth day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me… four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine.

On the fifth day of Christmas my Zach gave to me …five Wild Ratts! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine. 

On the sixth day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me… six evil laughs, five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine. 

On the seventh day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me … seven black sweaters, six evil laughs…five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine! 

On the eighth day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me … eight hair gels, seven black sweaters, six evil laughs…five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine!

On the ninth day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me … nine new inventions, eight hair gels, seven black sweaters, six evil laughs…five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine!

On the tenth day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me … ten whiny screams, nine new inventions, eight hair gels, seven black sweaters, six evil laughs…five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine!

On the eleventh day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me … eleven Zachbots, ten whiny screams, nine new inventions, eight hair gels, seven black sweaters, six evil laughs…five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine!

On the twelfth day of Christmas my Zachy gave to me … twelve failed schemes, eleven Zachbots, ten whiny screams, nine new inventions, eight hair gels, seven black sweaters, six evil laughs…five Wild Rats! Four conference calls, three tether beams, two spybots, and an underwater submarine!

I love you guys 💕

You guys always seem to know how to cheer me up, this has been the most positive and best fandom I’ve ever been in. Thank you for liking me and Daphne! 💙💚

Have some WK villain memes!

94 percent but I’m actively charging it haha

Tag game!

500th post so why not start a tag game :D

Your battery percentage is the number of friends you have. How popular are you?

1-10 ok woah go charge your phone

you don’t have many friends because you’re too cool for most people :D

11-25 why have you been on your phone this long go outside

you have a good mix of friends and bitches. Respect.

26-50 your fine for a day or so

you are probably in 3+ friend groups but only in 2 group chats

51-75 congratulations on not forgetting to charge your phone last night

Woah there. Slow down on the friends- your phone might break from all the numbers you text. Good luck- you’re going to need it.

76-99 …wow! Someone who actually charges their phone- rare :3

you don’t know the names of all your friends and make 3 more everywhere you go.

100 you are a living god.

Wow- didn’t know this was possible. Round of applause to the amazing Dee Ity! (What a strange name)

npt:

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