Speaking Of…….

am i making a social media au of the pairing that got me and my s/o together in which the plot of said au reflects our actual love story because it’s such an insane series of events that it would seem that it’s fan fiction in and of of itself, but no, these were true events—

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(toh lumity social media au with some spicy secret identity, falling in love, a Smidge of angst, and a final smoomch at prom. it’s going to be beautiful.)

holy shit—

hear me out: into the owlverse

i find something beautifully ironic of listening to "Put Your Records On" in the nail salon while hearing (police?) sirens outside

HAT HAT HAT

I went into a feral state for 3 days and finished this at 3 AM last night before taking a 12 hr nap is this how ford felt

would you like the good stuff (chapter 2)

[Tres Hory Boys make an appearance!! (sorta) I got like 5 of the birds so far, and the other two are deffo gonna have a major role, but probably next chapter. I have no idea where I'm going with this story, but I love it, so yeah, enjoy!!!!]

Kravitz slowly regained feeling. He wished he hadn't. He couldn't remember much of last night other than he met Lucas again, they discussed strategies, and then he took a sip— oh. So that's why he came back.

That was the only thought he could muster in his semi-unconscious mind before pain woke him up. The air stung against his wound. He didn't believe it until he reached back and felt the stumps of where his wings were. Thoughts flashed through his mind so quickly that he couldn't finish them.

They all revolved around Lucas.

After about an hour of trying to steady his mind to find a spell— any spell— he remembered the first one he ever cast. Grabbing a nearby twig, with pain searing at the stretched cuts, he made it grow into a staff.

Digging his new tool into the dirt, he pushed himself up. He stumbled a few steps forward before sliding onto a rock to rest. He knew he couldn't stay here. After a few quick breaths and determination, he stood up, leaning on the wood like it was his lifeline, and started to stagger into the woods.

He didn't know how long it took to get him to his nest, but he almost collapsed from exhaustion. Kravitz remembered why he came here and sloppily knocked over scrolls until he found a healing one. He unfurled it while black dots started to grow at the edges of his vision. With one look at the symbol, he traced it on his palm then reached towards his back.

Kravitz sharply sucked in his breath, then exhaled when the pain subdued. He decided now was the time to take that rest.

The last thought he had before falling into a day-long sleep was revenge.

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Lucas had brought Kravitz’s wings to the king. He didn't know why he couldn't end everything there and then, but something at the back of his mind convinced him that doing that would end with a worse situation— for whose side, he didn't know.

He was, as promised, married into royalty, then became King when the previous passed away a few days later. Although Lucas had a wife, he pursued his studies rather than acquainted with her. He was more well-known for staying in his laboratory than running the kingdom. Most decisions were passed onto the Queen, so everything ran smoothly and without much change for the time being.

In the experimentation chambers during those years, no one checked on the King’s work, because the King had attained absolute authority.

That was their first mistake.

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Kravitz grew stronger both physically and magically. He didn't need to lean on his staff anymore, even if he still kept it around, and found himself studying spells more often than not. He was searching for a spell that he forgot the name of, but knew it was the one thing he needed most.

He was talking his daily stroll to rest his mind and improve his stamina, all that good stuff, when he heard distressed calls. It came from two ravens, one under a net, and another trying to get the first free. Kravitz only took a second to spot the largest threat, a human with a spade. It seemed like he was trying to hit both of the birds, but kept on missing when the untangled one pulled the stuck one out of the way.

Kravitz found the spell.

He raised his staff and watched as black mist swirled around the two ravens. Their limbs grew in length and their feathers either shrunk into their skin or fused into clothes. He let them decide their own appearances, he wasn't that cruel, and was faced with an intimidatingly tall woman with a black feathered cloak tied to a regal dress, and a smaller than average man with a dark red suit and black shirt.

“Not what I expected,” Kravitz said looking at their chosen forms once the human ran away.

“Yeah, uh, what the fu—”

“We are grateful for your assistance— I might have not gotten him out in time.”

“Don't sweat it, but I do need a favor,” he skipped straight to the point.

“Of course.” The taller being wore a raven’s skull, but under that, Kravitz knew the all-business gaze she held, for he had the same one.

“Okay, so wait, are we just going to ignore—” The smaller one started.

“It's a spell and it's reversible, but, like I said, I need to ask something of you.”

He narrowed his eyes at Kravitz.

“Look, I’m sure you know of the neighboring kingdom. I need you two to be my eyes and my wings,” He held both of their gazes.

“I assume we're going to transform into birds again?” She asked.

“I wouldn't hold you in an uncomfortable form,” He tipped his head down and rested both of his hands on top of his staff.

“So we’re going to be spies?” The smaller one said dully.

“In a sense, yes. I know it's a little late now, but may I ask for your names?”

The two glanced at each other, somewhere between confused and thoughtful.

“You can make one if you need to,” He reassured.

“If that's so, I’ll be Queen,” She said with a hint of a smile.

“Darn, okay, uh. What do you think, Queen? I’m leaning towards something starting with a ‘D’,” He used exaggerated hand motions, getting a feel for his new form.

“Davenport?” Queen suggested.

His face lit up at the suggestion, “Perfect.”

“Will you take my offer?” Kravitz held out a hand.

They glanced at each other and each shook his hand.

“It’s good to get that out of the way. You can call me Kravitz.”

———

“Should we report this?” Davenport squawked to Queen when he met her on the castle’s wall.

She didn't look up from the throne room’s window. “It doesn't seem right.”

Davenport shrugged his wings, “I mean, we can always lie to him—”

Queen looked up, “No— what? No. I mean, the Queen hasn't changed any schedules or skipped any meetings, but then a child comes into the equation? It seems suspicious. I don't know though, maybe it's a human thing. They don't wait on their young to hatch— they just come into existence. Or maybe the King took care of them in her place? No, they would need to switch positions… right? Humans are weird.” Her gaze trailed back on the Queen.

“I’m pretty sure they're not birds, Queen.”

She looked back at him, “Yes, I know. They're humans.”

“No, I meant— okay, you know what. Sure,” Davenport spread his wings, “I’ll report this to Kravitz,” and lifted off.

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with great power (watching across the spiderverse the minute it came out) comes great responsibility (writing a fix it fic)

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i pulled 3 all nighters in a row once.. with like 2 hrs naps on the first and third night sustaining me 💔 and yeah one passed out + tasted blood from exhaustion, another had like a SERIOUS back problem and the medicine afterwards didn’t actually help, and another person cut his hand super bad when model building (he got stitches)

BUT YEAH I WENT INSANE (again) FOR LIKE A WEEK AND SPENT EVERY FREE HOUR STILL IN STUDIO BUT MAKING THE 3D IRL BILL THATS NOW MY PFP 💥💥 Architecture supplies + desk space is good for ONE THING ONLY and that’s making bill cipher in real life

Hiii I found the rock that looked like it was bitten and finally painted it

It looks so much like a soap I love it

Also we havent talked in a long while I think, how are you doing?

SOAP BITE ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thats so me core.. u need to make a shrine to it now

And ur right 💪 I spent my entire summer pulling all nighters because I had required summer studio classes that sent 3 people to the ER 💪💪💪

But yknow we vibin 💥 AND I got sucked into gravity falls now so I will continue to explode about that as I still pull all nighters for regular fall semester studio classes

Julia “Jules” Argent is a fanfic writer. She has a love for knowledge, she’s good with technology, and she’s gay. Those are all the traits of someone who would ask “is anyone gonna continue this story?” then not wait for an answer. Since Carmen Sandiego is a prominent figure in that show’s world, there would be at least a Few fics written about the mysterious thief (even if none are accurate).

And that is to say,

Jules writes self-insert OC fanfiction about all her repressed feelings towards Carmen ❤️

hey bro let’s do our secret handshake [kisses you right on the lips]