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Lalaloopsy gang by Starfire9821
#Lalaloopsy#Crumbs Sugar Cookie#Peanut Big Top#Spot Splatter Splash#Jewel Sparkles#Bea Spells-A-Lot#Sunny Side Up#Berry Jars 'N' Jam#Pillow Feather Bed#Dot Starlight#Mittens Fluff 'N' Stuff
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Today's doll is Berry Jars ‘N’ Jam!
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Berry Jars 'N' Jam
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I've been wanting to branch out with my art a little lately so here's some lalaloopsy fanart!!!
I chose to draw these characters in specific bc they were my favorites to play with as a kid :))) (the lore my sister and i made up for them was INSANE, it was basically like riverdale but with ragdolls 💀💀💀💀)
#scheduled#artists on tumblr#art#digital art#digital illustration#lalaloopsy#lalaloopsy fanart#lalaloopsies#toys#kids toys#dolls#berry jars n jam#forest evergreen#bubbles smack n pop#alice in lalaloopsyland#prince handsome#little bah peep#scarlet riding hood#nostalgia#2000s nostalgia#toycore#kidcore#lalaloopsy dolls#chibi
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If Lalaloopsy characters had Instagrams (Part 2)
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Berry Jars N’ Jam
Her Pet
Her Favorite Thing
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wof headcanons but theyre oddly food and substance related for some reason
Although I understand why Tui didn't include very much info abt alchohol or drugs in a kids book there is an extreme lack of culinary related world building so here are some ideas I had while on this train of thought :)
SeaWings tend to be foodies and are generally given cooking classes in school. Which if you think about it, is rather important, because like 60 percent of the creatures in the ocean are poisonous and the rest have parasites and nasty germs so they need to know whats up when it comes to food safety.
SeaWings use a lot of citrus in their food and drinks and they also use it for fragrances and stuff they just really like it
SeaWing nobles commonly eat fugu and there have been assassinations where a chef was bribed to not properly take out the poison so the dragon eating it would die
SeaWings drink to taste. SkyWings drink to forget what century it is.
SkyWings typically eat their meat raw but on special occasions they will barbecue it and put some spices n stuff on it. They don't eat much else besides meat but they do like spicy things like peppers and they also like strong onion or garlic flavors. The little masochists. Anyway,
SkyWings don't really like sweet things and many of them can't even taste them so they're like wtf is a dessert
man do they love them some olives tho. Olives everywhere. In their drink. Out of the jar. On their meat. Oil on their scales. Oil in their hygiene products. They started trading them from the Sand and SeaWings millennia ago but theyve selectively bred ones that grow in the mountains
This one's more drugs than food but SkyWings will sometimes take some kind of stimulant before battle like a beserker so they're all fired up heheh
MudWings are excellent meal preparers and sibs like to all cook together so they'll make a big pot of stew or something
They like bread and desserts, they have easy access to sugar cane being along the east coast and they also use a lot of honey. They're re into canning stuff too, they have a lot of raspberries and blackberries and strawberries in their temperate forest areas and they grow them to make jam and wine and they use honey to make mead
basically they are Cottagecore(TM) and I love them
They also eat lots of freshwater fish and crawfish and whatnot
And they also eat a lot of tatoes
Vanilla grows in the swamps, they use that in their cakes
MudWings deserve some appreciation goddamnit their kingdom is biologically diverse and beautiful
SandWings have tequila because. Yknow. Cactus.
They eat a lot of bugs and lizards, they don't really need to eat every day so it's not a huge deal
they do like coconuts tho and they use coconut oil in a lot of their hygiene products as well as in their cooking
They deep fry a lot of shit. Idk where i got this but trust me. They love things with lots of fat in it bc they need all they can get
Really sticky sweet desserts and candy; enjoyers of those one lollipops with the mealworms or whatever tf in them
also canning stuff like bone broth is very important
pickled cactus as well
rhey probably have a festival when cactus fruit goes in season
what even is IceWing cuisine.
Well way up north where there's nothing but ice it's pretty bad and the dragons have to eat just plain ass meat and seafood, but down into the tundras there's some pretty good stuff like cinnamon, pines for tea, honey berries, and other foraging as well as more diversity of meats
They would probably eat sushi
All the other tribes like to make fun of them and rightfully so bc their food is so plain
they make good honey berry wine tho
Maube that's why theyre so damn grumpy
RainWings are expert foragers ofc but they don't really feel the need to prepare their food in any way
They are, however, in constant dire need of sodium because they get absolutely none from their fruit
So anything salty is wow
Maybe rhey have a place near the mud kingdom border where they can grow some asparagus for salt
they are also the only tribe besides Night that can eat chocolate but forgor 💀 how to make it so the NightWings and them have to re figure it out together
Salted dark chocolate bing bang boom instant delicacy
NightWings used to be able to cook really well, especially desserts and pastry, but they forgor while they were trying to not die on the volcano
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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: dancing together for the first time w/ Mihawk & gn!reader
a/n: requested by @sugxrslushy, thank you so much, maxx ♡
it's a shame how little i've written for Mihawk so far and i'm about to change that with this event ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ he is so fine. i want to live my cottagecore dreams with him once he's able to retire and live his farmer live in peace.
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“Daydreaming a little?”
You don’t even notice how Mihawk steps behind you, his face close to yours as he peeks over your shoulder. His big hand wraps around yours holding the wooden spoon, gently helping you to stir the boiling pot of raspberry jam that almost burned because you got lost in your own thoughts for a minute, smiling to yourself like a fool in love. Feeling him this close made your heart bubble up with joy, even warmer than the sticky sweetness on the stove top in front of you.
In theory, there was no need for you to daydream because you were already living everything that you’ve ever wished for: A life in utter solitude with your handsome future goth husband, a huge and rich garden for cute berry picking dates and being kissed at any given time and place – whether it was in the morning when you traced the sharp lines of Mihawk’s face with your fingertips or at night, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, brushing your teeth together like an old couple who knows that love is stored in soft domestic gestures.
Even so, you can’t help but hold still for a moment and take a deep breath with a smile curling up on your lips, being nothing but grateful for the life you get to experience, enjoying mundane things like cooking jam together on a sunny afternoon in a castle of your own. There is no dream sweeter than this reality and when Mihawk calls out your name you learn once again what love sounds like, rolling over his lips with a softness reserved for you only.
Soon the empty jars are filled with the canned taste of late summer, a flavor reminding you of warm nights under the stars and a love carried by fireflies. While Mihawk screws the lids on, you flip over the vinyl and start humming once the needle hits it, filling the kitchen with soft tunes and melodies. Big bowls of freshly picked berries are still on the kitchen counter, waiting to be cooked, but first…
“May I have this dance?”
Mihawk gives you a rare smile and the sound of his voice alone is enough to send warm shivers down your spine. Both of you don’t bother getting rid of your matching aprons first, just you reaching for his outstretched hand, him pulling you close by your hips, hungry mouths seeking each other as you sway through the kitchen, feeling weightless.
Kissing him makes you melt like the very first time, back then when your lips crashed on each other after tiptoeing around in orbits, taking both your breath and your heart away in exchange for his endless devotion. Mihawk made sure you never had to wonder about his feelings. He was outspoken and honest and when he gazes at you, it’s like he sees right through you, deciphering all your secrets and reading you in a language only you two know.
His love was golden.
“We’ve never danced before…”, you mumble against his skin, enjoying the feeling of his hand on the small of your back while yours rested against his bare chest, fingertips brushing the dark hair peeking out of his open shirt.
“Our hearts did...”
You look up to Mihawk, making a face at the cheesy line but also smile so widely, unable to resist his charm and how he can just say things like that and leave no room for doubt that he really meant them. Just like that you continue your dance, spinning around in endless circles, him leading you gently as if the messy kitchen was an opulent ballroom that belonged to the two of you only.
So you dance and sway until the vinyl stops, and even after that Mihawk holds you tight in his arms, as if he has no intentions of ever letting you go again. He places a kiss on your forehead, then tilts your head up by your chin, making you look him straight in the eyes, before he kisses your lips again and you sigh dreamily, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him pick you up with ease, carrying on with your little kitchen dance to the sound of your hearts beating in unison.
#dracule mihawk#mihawk x reader#mihawk x you#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece reader insert#one piece fluff#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#2K3D event
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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!
Sunny, Berry, and Marina have all joined my collection!
Left to right: Sunny Side Up (carry case playhouse exclusive), Berry Jars n' Jam (Berry's Kitchen playset exclusive), Marina Anchors (Silly Funhouse line)
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A Tree of Fellowship and Love
Pairing: (LOTR) Aragorn x reader x Arwen
Summary: You collectively decide with the fellowship to go on a picnic! No more rings or fighting evil, just a picnic under a big tree with plenty of food to share. Also, you may or may not fall asleep under the said tree at night and get smothered with affection with a certain pair of fantastic people.
Warnings: None in particular
Add. Notes: I simply could not figure out where it would be an appropriate place to have a picnic, considering all the places the characters came from/went to, so I went with Hobbiton. At this point I'm both accepting and denying everything that happened in the story; Aragorn and Arwen walk around as if they aren't rulers of Gondor, Boromir isn't dead, and Frodo, Legolas and Gimli haven't gone to the undying lands, and yet everything in LOTR has already happened.
Masterlist ✧*。
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{ Hello there! I decided to change this blog to the kind that posts about... anything, really. Since I "converted" into an all-fics-n-shits-blog, I changed the aesthetic aswell. To spice (not exactly) these messages up a lil bit, I'll start adding little things about myself; for example, I'm a cat person! }
- Eero, Jan 2023
It was a relatively uneventful day in Hobbiton, and Sam was describing to you the qualities of the plants he was currently tending to. It was bound to be simple and uneventful if you lived in a place like Hobbiton, but you weren't interested in books and gardening. You wanted to spend time with people, and certainly not like this.
You brainstormed along with Merry and Pippin about things you could possibly do with friends in a place like Hobbiton. You already told them at the start of the brainstorming session that stealing vegetables from a dismayed farmer is out of the question. Merry remembered a big meadow with a large tree - which conveniently happened to be near the village - and suggested that something could be done there. A picnic was the best thing that came to your mind, and the two hobbits loved the said idea.
After a quick trip to the rest of the fellowship's homes it was decided; tomorrow you would have a picnic under a large tree that you are yet to see. You asked Merry to take you to the meadow he had mentioned, and so he did. When the two of you made it there, you were surprised that you had never even noticed it; it looked like the kind you'd see in dreams. There was lots of tall grass and colorful flowers of many kinds, and in the middle of it all, there was a large, green tree that every child would wish to climb on top of. It was the perfect place to have a picnic with old friends.
The next morning you began to prepare food for the picnic you had arranged with the fellowship. Aragorn, Arwen and Legolas got the task of creating sandwiches, Boromir and Gimli had to make drinks, and the hobbits, along with you, were tasked to make desserts. You got plenty of help from the hobbits, for they had a lot of cooking experience thanks to the meal schedule average hobbits had. They decided to cook some blackberry pancakes and bake milk bread.
After a bunch of flour and dough spills, you had finished the bread and pancakes, and packed them up into a basket along with a few plates and a jar of berry jam. The four hobbits went ahead of you to pick some extra blackberries for the pancakes while you were taking your time with getting to the picnic spot. You had only now realized that it's the afternoon.
As you were waiting for everyone else with the hobbits, Peregrin told you about the ents that caused the almost literal downfall of Isengard. He said that although he was high off his pants after that and probably in the middle of it too, he still remembered how uncomfortable it was to sit on Treebeard's shoulder. Meriadoc recalled how Pippin was concerned about not being able to have any children.
While the two aforementioned hobbits bickered about what really happened, you noticed the faces of your dear friends making their way through the meadow. You pointed it out to the hobbits, and the five of you began waving at them in an exaggerated yet adorable way. Legolas was already jogging in your general direction alongside Gimli, while Boromir was carrying a basket with drinks he had made with the said dwarf. Arwen and Aragorn were delighted to see you waving at them like that, and began waving back as the pair walked to the tree.
Boromir realized that nobody had brought any blankets to sit on, so he proposed to go back himself to bring one. But he didn't need to; Gandalf was already coming to the picnic tree with a large, rolled-up blanket under his arm. Now the entire fellowship was together.
You all put the baskets and personal items in each corner of the blanket so it wouldn't fly away with the wind, although there wasn't much wind to speak of. Aragorn took some small plates out of his basket with a few sandwiches, and Boromir pulled out a bottle of apple cider from his own basket. Aragorn finished giving out the little plates as Arwen handed the rest of the sandwiches to everyone.
Boromir was telling Sam about the cider-making process as everyone ate and listened. Every now and then someone would chirp in, until something Sam said reminded Gimli of the stories his father, Gloin, would tell him. Eventually the dwarf retold the story of Thorin's company's travels to Erebor. Frodo felt very proud of Bilbo for traveling with dwarves all the way to the Lonely Mountain, although he himself had accomplished a major feat aswell.
As the hours went by and the sky began getting darker, the members of the fellowship would tell stories from their own lives and from others. Most of the group was becoming tired of the day, and it was becoming evident; lots of yawning and words turning continuously quieter and quieter could be heard.
You only now realized that Aragorn and Arwen had moved next to you, and the latter motioned you to relax and let her hold you. You listened to her without a second thought, and now you were sitting in Arwen's lap as her arms were wrapped around you. Aragorn moved closer to Arwen and put his head on her shoulder.
It seemed that the rest of the fellowship took that as a hint and now began to wrap up their long conversation. Gimli packed the now empty bottles into Boromir's basket, and Legolas put the remaining plates into yours and Aragorn's baskets. Gandalf asked everyone to get off the blanket and move their things, and then rolled up the said blanket like a carpet.
The hobbits also knew that you would stay longer, so they took your basket and left with it themselves. Most of your friends followed them away from the tree back to Hobbiton, leaving you, Aragorn, and Arwen under the big tree with stars.
The three of you sat back down on the ground, and tried to get into a comfortable position that would work for three people. You sat back in Arwen's lap, held by her bridal style, as Aragorn sat infront of her. You were now sitting between your lovers, unsure of what to do now; your mind began going to all sorts of places, until Aragorn gave a little kiss on your forehead.
Because you still didn't know what to do, you just froze in place as your face heated up from the move Aragorn pulled on you. Arwen grinned at your reaction, and gave multiple kisses onto your face, causing you to hide your head between your shoulders to get away from the kisses. That didn't stop Aragorn from giving a peck on the top of your head, though, and now you were back in your initial position, embarrassed that they saw you in such a state.
You thought that the "kiss wave" was over when Arwen helped you readjust your position to laying down next to her, but no; oh how mistaken you were. The elf gave you yet another peck on the cheek, and Aragorn came in from your other side and wrapped his arms around your torso, and also gave you a kiss after making himself comfortable.
Arwen put an arm around you aswell, and began whispering words to you in a language and manner you were yet to understand. Aragorn had already closed his eyes, and it seemed Arwen had aswell, although she was still whispering. You imitated them by closing your own eyes, too. You had fallen asleep to Arwen describing you in the best manner possible, even though you didn't understand a word she said.
The pair was actually still awake, and gave each other the look when they were certain that you were now in a sleeping state. Aragorn carefully lifted you up bridal style from the ground, and began carrying you away from the tree, while Arwen was right behind him with the remaining basket and personal items.
Unused paragraphs and things I didn't want to include in add. notes nor the "letter."
Instead of bringing you to your own house, Aragorn brought you to his, for it was closer to the tree and he didn't want to wake you up. Fortunately, nothing that they did disturbed your sleep. They changed into comfortable clothing after putting you into their bed, and then laid down next to you. They both whispered to you a "Sweet dreams, Y/N," and followed you to dreamland.
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One time Pippin told you about all of these mealtimes that Hobbits would have throughout the day; which aside regular meals included a second breakfast, an another, later breakfast, some afternoon tea, and yet another meal a few hours after dinner. When you needed something to zone out to, you liked to think of all the good food they would eat at those excessive meals.
To me, Arwen and Aragorn seem to be the kind of people that give the best forehead kisses, or any kinds of kisses in general, and whoever receives them would fucking melt in their hands like ice on a hot day. I definitely would've written their part longer if I was good with writing physical affection (╥﹏╥ ) im sorry
I only now, after finishing writing this, realized that all of my fanfics' endings so far involve either death or falling asleep. I have a guess to why my ideas end with these things but I don't want to go there.
#eero's fics#lord of the rings#lotr x reader#lotr aragorn#lotr arwen#lotr#lotr x you#aragorn x reader#arwen x reader#arwen x aragorn#lotr fanfic#lord of the rings fic
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Part 4: The Griever
The Lord of the Rings : Multishot
Samwise Gamgee x Reader
Word count: 6138
Warnings: 😢 talk of grief and loss. 💙 slight depression. 🥰 love. 🥰 love. 🥰 love.
Request: “Could I request a multishot with samwise gamgee x reader and sam has always had a crush on her, but on their journey he realizes she's even better than he imagined her to be (like when you stop crushing but actually fall in love)” @the-narnian-sea
A/N: I’ve skipped Caradhras, the mines of Moria, and the river Anduin
Part 3: The Heroine
Part 4: The Griever {You Are Here}
Part 5:
S.R. 1395
The sun was beginning to sink below the grassy hills of the Shire, warming the hobbit holes with the orange summer night air. Little (Y/N), not yet old enough to be considered a tween, was stretching her fingers towards the warm orange glow.
Her not so little hobbit feet were directed towards the distant tree line, a rust colored leather and linen pack across one shoulder.
She was quite determined this time. This time she meant it. She was going to run away – for real. The trees sang for her with their shimmering leaves made golden by the setting sun. The nimble squirrels and clever foxes called to her with their scurrying steps. The wild berries, round and bright, begged to be picked and eaten.
There was absolutely, positively, no way she was going to chicken out and return home within a fortnight. Not like the other four times.
She felt her steps become lighter as she neared the forest edge, excitement making her feel as weightless as a cloud. She audibly giggled, “I wonder if the owls have still nested in the great northern oak,” she muttered to herself.
The forest meant she could discuss these serious matters aloud without the fear of pointed ears searching for tavern gossip.
“Surely they’ve protected my stash of poisonous arrows.” She flounced as the crickets began to speak to her in turn, as if she adorned one of her mother’s custom hobbit dresses instead of the trousers she stole from Merry’s dresser.
“Poisonous arrows?” boomed a voice, “I had no idea you were so skilled in such alchemy.”
(Y/N) became stiff, choking on her own giggle. She tilted her head and slowly trailed her eyes up, up, up… to Gandalf.
The bearded old man smiled, blue eyes twinkling, “On the hunt for Wargs, no doubt.”
She began to smile sheepishly, “Master Gandalf…”
“I see you’ve come prepared.” He nudged her leather pack with the end of his staff, “An attempt to run away?”
“No!” she said loudly, “I… I just went to pick some summer berries for my mother’s jam. She’s been preparing the jars all day.”
Gandalf gave a gruff, “Humph,” as his staff poked further and lifted the pack flap. Just on the surface was a checkered cloth of bread and cheese and a set of flint and steel, tied together with string.
“Do you need a fire to prepare these summer berries?”
(Y/N) added rosy cheeks and downcast eyes to her sheepish face. “Did my parents send you?”
“No, my dear,” Gandalf said warmly, “I was merely on a stroll myself.”
“Are you going to take me home?”
The wizard scratched at his beard as if blind to the young hobbit’s embarrassment. “I don’t see a reason why. I would hate to disturb such a beautiful evening by escorting an excellent forester to reprimanding parents.”
(Y/N) tucked a bundle of crazed hobbit curls behind her ear, hopeful eyes returning to the old man, “I quite agree, Master Gandalf.”
“Wonderful,” he said, planting his staff forward, “Then I would like to invite you on my stroll into the woods.”
Her head perked, “I would be delighted!” And she bounced alongside his considerate pace. “I thought for sure my plans were dashed.”
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” Gandalf said, leading the way as the sky darkened from lavender to indigo. “But now that we are on our way, I would inform you of a splendid clearing just ahead, nestled in a grove of trees.”
(Y/N) craned her neck to catch the wizard’s face, “Is that so?”
“Perhaps we could put that flint and steel to good use?”
“I thought you could conjure fire with your magic.”
Gandalf concealed a warming chuckle, “I have lit the occasional smoking pipe, it is true. But a young forester learns nothing by watching a wizard use magic.”
Little (Y/N) and Master Gandalf then spent the majority of the night in the beforementioned clearing between the trees. (Y/N) showed the wizard how she fashioned crooked arrows from fallen sticks. Gandalf taught her to blow through a blade of grass to produce a whistle.
The pair of them gathered kindling for a small fire beneath the canopy of leaves and starlight. (Y/N) attempted to create a spark large enough to set the dry grasses aflame, but after a few attempts Gandalf sent a concealed spell that made the wood smolder and light instantly.
He didn’t say anything as (Y/N) turned to him positively beaming, “I did it!”
“That you did, my dear,” he laughed, “That you did.”
They each told stories of their adventures – Gandalf’s considerably more grand with his talk of mountains and mines and the sea. Although, (Y/N)’s were far more enjoyable as she required the use of her entire body to describe exactly how large the fish was that pulled her into the Brandywine River.
Gandalf revealed a cloth bundle of his own that revealed a few sausage links and tomatoes. It sent (Y/N) down another imagined adventure where she was a famed chef of the most noble kingdoms of old. A traveling cloak she packed for the cold now tied around her waist, she prepared the food and handed a roasting stick to the wizard.
Feasting on smoked sausage, grilled tomatoes, and fresh bread, (Y/N) found herself falling dangerously close to sleep, her eyes becoming heavier and heavier.
Gandalf removed the cloth being used as a plate from her lap and sat closer in case she fell to her dreams. “I’ve enjoyed our evening together, Miss. (Y/N).”
She smiled, “I’m grateful I ran into you, Master Gandalf.”
He matched her smile, “Might I inquire of something, my dear?” At her tired nod he continued, “What prompted you to make such a journey to the wood?”
Searching for the words, she hummed. “Pervinca Took spread an awful rumor at the pond today.”
Gandalf arched a bushy eyebrow, “Your cousin?”
“Pippin’s older sister,” she said quietly, feeling the heavy effects of sleep, “She told everyone that the reason I’m so peculiar is because I’m not actually a hobbit at all. I am some halfling troll adopted into a generous hobbit family.”
Gandalf frowned, softly placing his arm around the young girl, “As you said, it is but a rumor. A form of trickery to satisfy ignorant and jealous feelings.”
“Pervinca’s jealous of me?”
“She doesn’t know how to have fun,” Gandalf tickled under her chin, and she squirmed with laughs, “And doesn’t know who she is, unlike yourself.”
“Who am I then, Gandalf?” She ended her squirming with nestling beside the old man, wrapped in the grey drapery of his cloak.
He watched her drift off to sleep, having stayed up too late for a child so young. “An excellent young forester and admirable companion. You are someone who is just beginning, yet wise beyond your years. I have no doubt that you’ll surpass the legends you create within your mind just as you have surpassed the expectations of the hobbits in this Shire.”
The old wizard sent another concealed spell of magic through the trees, requesting his waiting horse and wagon to appear. The wide expanse of the wagon filled with fireworks and other tinkering objects, Gandalf rose to carry (Y/N) to the riding bench up front.
He extinguished the fire and retrieved their supplies, giving an encouraging pat to the horse that waited so patiently when the wizard asked it to graze while he approached the wandering hobbit girl he spotted running to the woods.
They made a slow journey home, (Y/N) snug in Gandalf’s side. The old man returned to her parents, assuring them she was quite all right. He ensured her safety and peace of mind before escorting her to the hobbit hole.
They expressed their gratitude, but Gandalf merely waved them off and said, “She is a remarkable girl, that (Y/N). I look forward to the adventures we’ll have together.”
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Present Day
Gandalf was a great deal many things to many people.
He was a disturber of the peace, wise councilman to all races, a mysterious traveler that peddled his fireworks, and a symbol of aid and magic.
But to (Y/N) he was her friend. A friend that spent many evenings distracting her from the ignorance and pity of the Shire through adventures in the wood and lessons of the world. Besides her family, her three cousins, and her scattered friendships with those like Samwise, Gandalf was of the few that was genuinely kind.
He was a gateway to outside the Shire – she adored and revered him.
Now he was gone.
The fellowship was somberly making their way towards the woods ahead, leaving the damnable remains of Moria behind. The only motivation to move was the fear of orcs and goblins daring to venture outside the sanctuary of their mines.
And to not shame Gandalf’s sacrifice to get them out.
(Y/N) lingered at the back of the group, scratching at the mixture of tears and earth smeared on her face. Dirt and coal and grime from beneath the mountain caked her knuckles and smudged her complexion.
It smelt of damp caves, coppery tangs, and death.
She dug in her pockets for a scrap of cloth to clean her face and relieve her of the horrid remnants of the mines. She found a square white handkerchief with the initials S.G. sewn in the corner with blue thread.
She rubbed at her eyes carelessly and rough, pulling the handkerchief away to see large blotches of black. She couldn’t make a sound as she cried, folding the dirtied cloth to a clean side and scrubbing at her chin and neck.
“Here.”
Her ruddy, blotched face found Samwise approaching, hand outstretched. The rest of the slow moving fellowship was venturing deeper into the woods.
(Y/N) bowed her head as she realized he was asking for the handkerchief. He retrieved the cloth and dampened it with his waterskin. Slowly and gently he used the wet corners to clean her face.
“We should stay close,” he said quietly, “I understand not wanting to be near the fellowship, but I don’t want you straying from my side.” He washed beneath her eyes and around her cheeks, “Please.”
She couldn’t reply, her throat strained from trying to contain her cries. She nodded instead, which seemed to lift Sam’s spirits. Boldly he offered his hand and ensured they both made it back to their companions.
He didn’t ask her to speak, only supported her sorrowful heart with his hand in hers.
The fellowship was quiet and heavy the following nights, recovering from their harrowing journey into the mines of Moria. With such a close scrape with death among everyone in the company, each member had a revigorated sense of their own mortality.
(Y/N) could see the realization within her boisterous cousins. Merry put on a brave face, but Pippin struggled to keep his cries quiet at night. (Y/N) had the suspicion that the burden of the Ring had put Frodo in this dark mindset before.
It seemed to only press Samwise to be more candid about his affections towards her. As if small confessions and the fear of loss caused him a new sense of protectiveness for (Y/N).
During another long night of troublesome sleep, (Y/N) found her eyes open at the sound of the lookout being switched.
“You’re the last,” came Boromir’s gruff, lowered tone. “You’ll be here til daybreak.”
Sam replied, “Thank you.”
It was now common that the sound of Sam’s wakeful voice stirred (Y/N) from her sleep. And this night was no different as she waited for Boromir to crash on his bedroll.
She wrapped her blanket around her shoulders and rose for the log that Sam was sitting upon. After a few nights of this routine, he wasn’t so surprised to see her shadow grow from behind. He kept himself busy with something in his pack.
“Good evening,” he said quietly.
She sat beside him, eyeing the small smoldering flames of the campfire. Her words were sparse these days.
Sam was simply happy with the fact she desired his company. He pulled a thickset book from his pack, full of fresh, stocky pages. Digging further, he extracted a corked bottle and a smaller booklet wrapped with a belt.
(Y/N) watched him with an expressionless face. Since the events with Gandalf and the near death of her cousins, her lips held a slight frown in the corners. Her eyes were duller and heavy lidded.
Her heart felt stuffed in a too small chest.
Sam opened the first few pages of his book and revealed flattened flowers, glued and labeled with his quick scrawl.
(Y/N) found a piece of her buried beneath the sticky grief of memories perk up with interest. Perhaps Sam was compiling a botanical journal of plants he’d found while on the journey. She strained her eyes to read what the labels were saying.
Turning to a clean page, Sam retrieved the smaller booklet, undoing the buckle of the belt holding it closed. It opened to a page of print, but also more flowers pressed until they were flat. He delicately moved the dried plants to the garden journal.
Opening the corked bottle, a brush was pulled out stringy and thick with glue. He painted a section of the page, laying the flowers as if a prized possession. He ensured to brush the entire plant with the glue, keeping it in place.
In the upper corner he glued buds of blossom pink and speckled white, crisp and crinkled with being dried and pressed. In the lower corner he glued a few wildflowers adorned with rough grasses and wide leaves.
He recorked the glue bottle and traded it for a feathered pen, finding ink to carefully write in a clear space.
“Since you miss your gardens.”
(Y/N) blinked, “Is this a gardening journal?”
Sam hid a soft smile, “No.” He laid the book open to allow time for the new entry to dry.
“Are those…” (Y/N) continued, “Are those flowers I’ve given you?”
“Over the years,” Sam replied.
She felt her lips quiver, perhaps a smile attempting to make an appearance. “I knew you were sentimental, Sam, but that takes dedication.”
He shrugged, “I told you I’ve been dancing with the idea of you for years.” He gave her a tentative look, “It feels nice to tell you that now.”
She had to turn away to hide the warming smile on her face, “I always had my suspicions.”
“Did you really?”
“Well, when you’re tripping over yourself every time you see me and can barely speak to me, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with me.”
Sam drew in a deep sigh, “It was frustrating, is what it was. I couldn’t act like anything but a fool when you were around.”
She hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t call you a fool. Twitterpated maybe.”
He nodded, “Twitterpated without a doubt. There’s always been something so enchanting about you.” His heart was quaking in his chest, but with his secret out in the open, speaking didn’t seem as impossible. “Gave me a silly crush.”
“Merry teased me about it when we were younger,” she mused, feeling the darkness of the past few days fade away, “Called me a damsel in need of a prince. He would joke that your nervous state was only ever when I was around. It sometimes made me think you didn’t like me.”
“Heavens, no,” he chuckled, “It was because I liked you too much.”
The seedlings growing in her heart had stretched into tall green stalks and broad leaves. They quivered at Sam’s tender words.
“I wish we could’ve explored it while still in the Shire.”
He bit the inside of his cheek, “Though I agree making something official now would make the journey more difficult… I hope my being candid in my affections isn’t overstepping.”
(Y/N) gazed at the glowing embers between them, a soft smile adorning her face, “In truth it makes me more determined to complete the mission and return home.”
Sam made an effort to contain the earsplitting grin trying to overtake his face. “I hope I didn’t imagine those words.”
She reached a hand over and placed it on his wrist, “Sam, I would be amiss to say I haven’t wished something more than friendship between us.” She grinned to see the wonder light in his eyes, “I’m glad to be here with you, Sam.”
He grabbed her hand between his and pressed a kiss there. “I’m going to ensure you’re by my side the remainder of this journey. I’ve got to make sure we return home together.”
~~~
Having ventured deep into the surrounding grey wood, elven friends found them quickly. Under the rule of the queen of Lothlorien, these elves led the fellowship to the heart of their forest.
The colors seemed to dim to sage and grey, somehow sparkling in the dull glow of the ancient magic of the elves. It was slow and peaceful and steady. (Y/N) could feel every beat of her heart and every breath enter her body.
Mighty Mallorn trees grew taller and thicker than all the others. Those of Lothlorien hollowed out the trunks and resided there. Small, rounded windows spiraled up the home trees, revealing candlelight and birdsong.
An elven leader, Haldir, led them to the inner city. Pale walls adorned in green, and silver sheltered them from the soft light of the sun.
It was put to shame by the entrance of the queen, the Lady Galadriel. She floated down the main staircase, a shimmering droplet of starlight descending from the heavens. She radiated elegance with every step.
(Y/N) found herself bowing her head without a prompt.
Another elf, grave and beautiful, spoke first, “Nine there are, yet ten there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me, where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.”
A hand squeezed (Y/N)’s heart.
Galadriel turned her piercing eyes from Frodo to (Y/N). “He has fallen into shadow,” she spoke quietly to her husband. She sought more answers in (Y/N)’s face and saw the dark blue rings beneath her eyes – the sunken state of her cheeks.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. You are guests here and will be treated as such.” Her mouth continued to move, but it didn’t match the words that (Y/N) heard in her head.
Galadriel was now speaking within her mind. Her hand jumped into Sam’s on instinct.
“Hello, forester. Spirit of the wood. I see your grief. I see it eating at your being.” The crystal blue of her eyes peered down at the hands of Sam and (Y/N) together. “I see your heart. It seeks comfort. Please find rest and reprieve in my home.”
(Y/N) blinked a few times before giving a simple nod. Sam squeezed her hand.
As if they’d always been there, an elf maiden motioned for (Y/N) to follow her. Making an effort to keep hold of Sam’s fingers until the last second, she whispered a farewell and followed her guide.
She was taken to one of the spiraling tree trunks, the soft white gold light of fireflies lighting their path. She was surprised to be given an entire bedchamber and ensuite washroom all to herself.
“Does this seem adequate to serve your needs?” the elf maiden asked quietly.
“More than adequate,” (Y/N) mumbled, sinking in on herself. “Where are my companions?”
“They have their own quarters,” the elf said, making her way to the washroom, “The Lady Queen thought it appropriate to give you your own room. Weeks in the wilderness with nine men seems a worthy enough reason for a girl to receive special attention.”
(Y/N) snorted, “How very gracious of her.”
But her heart yearned with a sudden pain of the moments she’d grown to love with Sam in the middle of the night when he took his turn on lookout. There wouldn’t be any need for that there.
“There are hot natural pools where we secure bathwater,” the elf maiden returned from the washroom. “Please take your time. You are free to anything in this room. I won’t disturb you until morning.”
(Y/N) wasn’t sure what else to say other than, “Thank you,” before she was left alone in the large, decorous room. At the sound of a bath she suddenly felt every inch of grime on her like never before.
It was a wonder that Sam still felt affection for her with the awful state she was probably in.
Slowly, as if every step was a heavy weight that required immense effort, she walked into the washroom. It was refined with pale green and silver grey. A large, wooden bathtub resided near a window with the most magnificent view of the pearly forest.
As if the tree grew in that manner, branches circled the tub, like a bird nest securing hot water. It provided a bench of sorts for support and shelving for tasteful bottles. Not the ceramic and clay bottles of the Shire, but colored glass adorned with gold.
Picking one up, (Y/N) uncapped it to smell a beautiful concoction of strawberry and vanilla. Her mind was drawn back to the famous strawberries and cream from her home.
She promptly dumped the whole bottle into the bath.
Steam billowed as the water was mixed with the milky pink soap. It bubbled where she poured.
She relieved herself of the dirty, stained clothes she’d worn the entire journey and folded them neatly on a bench cushion. And with a great sigh of relief, she slipped into the perfumed bathwater, feeling the heat instantly work at her tired feet and knotted shoulders.
It was quiet and warm and cleansing. Not just of the dirt coating her body, but of her mind. It was like taking care of herself in that moment reminded her of a time before the darkness of Gandalf’s demise – the fear of almost losing not just her life, but of those around her.
It might have been one hour, it might have been many, but as she scrubbed her skin clean with strawberry suds there was a definite lift in her mood.
She found a long sleeved pearlescent nightgown to wear as she grabbed a comb to untangle her unruly hobbit curls. Nails polished with soap and skin dewy with berry creams and lotions, (Y/N) found herself drifting to bed on a dream cloud.
The mattress was feathered and cool with silken sheets. The pillow was even more wonderful as she sunk her face into its down stuffing.
And she drifted off instantly – exhaustion and grief pulling her eyelids close.
It was the soundest she had ever slept. Although still missing the hour when she could awaken to steal precious moments alone with Samwise.
True to her word, the elf maiden didn’t return until late the next morning. (Y/N) peacefully woke from the deepest of slumbers to a platter of meats, cheeses, and fresh fruits. Silken in the white lace dressing gown, she rolled off the bed to reach the platter by the window.
Plucking a grape she heard the door open to reveal the elf maiden. She brought with her a silver trimmed dress, fashionable to the elves of Lothlorien. It glittered like starlight on a smoky-grey sky.
“I don’t normally wear dresses,” she said quietly.
The tall elf smiled warmly, “I did notice the trousers.” She laid the fabric over her arm, so it shimmered, “But I assure you that trousers are not needed for your stay. Enjoy your time out of the wilderness with a few luxuries.”
(Y/N) smiled, eyeing the dress with a sudden heat in her stomach. The last time she admired a dress was one her mother had handsewn for Uncle Bilbo’s party. The lake water dress.
Strawberries in her hair and vanilla on her skin, she felt the desire to wear the dress. Taking a step outside of her life gave her that reprieve she sought.
“Very well,” she said, “I’m all yours.”
An hour later (Y/N) found herself descending the tree woven staircase, ashen branches guiding her steps. She had been away from the fellowship – and Sam – for longer than she ever had since the journey started.
And now she missed them.
“Bloody hell!”
She turned towards the dining hall to find Merry and Pippin.
“What happened to you!” Merry chortled, “You look like a flake of snow.”
(Y/N) looked down at her shimmering silver dress, “Compliments of our host.”
“I’m amazed,” Pippin said, wide-eyed, “It usually takes the fury of your mother to have you put on some skirts.”
“Never understood it,” Merry said, frowning at the volumes of fabric, “How are you supposed to climb any trees in that getup?”
“My thoughts precisely,” (Y/N) said, hands on her hips, “But might as well enjoy a few comforts while we’re resting.”
Merry’s nose started twitching, “Is that you?”
(Y/N) pouted her lip, lifting her arm to smell her wrist, “Orange blossoms?”
“Incredible.” Merry shook his head in wonder, “They’ve turned you into a girl.”
She punched him in the shoulder, “I was always a girl, you dingbat.”
Pippin was still trying to wrap his head around it, “Whatever happened – you’re beautiful, (Y/N).”
“The proper response,” she replied, glaring at Merry, “Thank you, Pip.” She continued on her way, following the path the elf maiden said led to the other guest quarters.
“Oh, I don’t suppose you wanted a spot of second breakfast?” Pippin called out.
Merry laughed heartily, “She didn’t come down to visit us.” He raised his brows, folding his arms, “She’s going to see Sam.”
“Sam?” Pippin muttered, “Well, he can come to breakfast too.”
“No, Pip,” Merry said exasperatedly, “She fancies him. Wants to show him her pretty new dress.”
Pippin gasped, “Well, I’ll be…”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” (Y/N) said, “I don’t want to show off the dress.”
Merry shared Pippin’s gasp, more dramatically, “But you confess to fancying him.”
She put a hand to her temple, “I would say so, but I’d fear you choke on the next breath you’d take.”
“I knew there was something suspicious about how close you two have gotten.”
“Has he said anything?” Pippin inquired, leaning in as if the biggest secret was being discussed. “Has he stated his intentions?”
She flickered her eyes between the two cousins before nodding.
“Has he really?” Merry laughed, “Wasn’t sure he had it in him – I’ve only been teasing you both about it since we were children.”
“You’re insufferable,” (Y/N) sighed, “I’ll meet you all for teatime.”
After a couple winding hallways, she found herself at a stone gazebo, vines of rose buds climbed the columns. A bench sat in the center and supported the figure of Sam gazing over the railing at the ashen grey forest, glittered with white firefly light.
She went for the couple stone steps, thinking of sneaking up on him. But in a thunderous turn of events she stepped on the hem of her dress, falling to her knees with an “Ahmph!”
“(Y/N)!?”
She started giggling, a rosy, red color blooming on her cheeks and across her nose. “If I ever needed another reason to never wear a dress again…”
Sam ran around the stone bench to reach her side, “Are you all right?” He took her hands and guided her to a standing position.
“Other than my pride, yes I’m fine.” She laughed a dazzling laugh. “I came to find you.”
But it appeared that Sam was at a loss for words. His eyes were wide, and (Y/N) couldn’t tell if he was terrified or surprised – perhaps a bit of both. His lip started to quiver as if he was trying to get a word out, and his hands were becoming limp around her own.
“Sam?”
“You… you’re…”
She widened her gaze expectantly, “Yes?”
He took a deep breath and broke out in smiles and giggles, “You smell of strawberries.”
She started giggling too, “Goodness, I thought you’d forgotten how to work your voice.”
“Strawberries and cream,” Sam said merrily. He lifted her hands to his lips and closed his eyes, humming, “Orange and florals?” he smiled brilliantly, “You smell of home.”
She squeezed his hands, “The service here is immaculate.”
He pulled her towards the stone bench, a hand on her lower back and eyes on her feet to ensure she didn’t trip again.
“(Y/N), you look like a star,” he whispered, “How did you manage that?”
She pulled on the collar of her shimmering gown, showing the blush blossoming down her neck. “I assure you I had nothing to do with it. These elves know a thing or two about living high society.”
He sat beside her, mesmerized by the sight of her. “You’re positively breathtaking,” he laughed, “As made evident just moments ago.”
She smiled, brushing a shiny curl behind her ear. “I missed you last night.”
It was quiet for a few moments before Sam replied, “I missed you too.” He just couldn’t take his eyes off her, “I dreamt of you instead.”
“Did you?” she wrapped her arms around his, resting her head against his shoulder.
“Just the usual.”
“The usual?” she giggled.
He continued his gaze of the surrounding forest, “We’re sitting in a garden I planted for you. I say something that made you laugh. You press a kiss to my cheek. And I wake with a pounding in my chest.”
She hummed, “Sounds like those dreams are going to give you an affliction of the heart.”
“That’s right,” he mused, turning his head to speak into her hair, “I’ve become lovesick.”
“How terrible,” she played along, “Is it curable?”
“It’s chronic,” he sighed, “It will be an ailment I have for the rest of my life.”
She tilted her head up, “Perhaps there are ways to alleviate the symptoms.” And she pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
He smiled wide, cheeks as red as his hair. “I do believe that helped.”
~~~
The fellowship stood before the queen of Lothlorien, clean and refreshed for the next part of their journey. The young hobbits were all clad in dull green cloaks, fastened by an enchanting, forged leaf. And each were being given special gifts.
Crystal phials, little daggers, and charmed elven rope.
When it came to (Y/N)’s turn, the queen placed a delicate hand on her shoulder, guiding her to a private corner of the entrance hall.
Back in soil colored trousers and a tunic the shade of old parchment, (Y/N) truly looked like a creature of the earth beside a twinkling elven star.
“The journey you take is treacherous,” the queen said quietly, as to not be heard by the surrounding company. “But it is one that must be accomplished.”
(Y/N) nodded, “I’ve been told of the horrors possessed within the Ring. I do not take it lightly, my lady queen.”
She bowed her regal head, “Your cousin Frodo will not be able to take the Ring without help. He is alone with its torment, but he should not be alone in guidance.” She moved her crystalline eyes towards the fellowship, “The companion, Samwise… he will be sorely needed by the end.”
“Sam means a great deal to all of us.” The conversation was putting an uneasy feeling within (Y/N)’s stomach.
Galadriel returned her gaze, “Yes, I knew as much.” She cupped her hands together as if to summon something, “There will be a time when you take your separate paths.”
(Y/N)’s brow became furrowed, “What do you mean?”
“You are meant to go your own way,” Galadriel smiled, but no warmth came from her. “In the distant future. But the companion Samwise will need strength as he cares for the ringbearer.”
“Why would I leave to…”
Galadriel opened her hands and two pieces of crystal rested there, “He will need your love and support to get him through the lands of Mordor.”
The crystal, no bigger than a skipping stone, was translucent and full of little fissures and fractures. The lines cracked within the crystal took shape as a petaled flower. (Y/N) felt immediately drawn to it.
“In the days before Numenor,” Galadriel continued, “A star fell from the heavens, beautiful and great. It split in two along its journey, making it incomplete and vulnerable. Each fell to their own crater, devastating surrounding forests – but encasing themselves around the flowers beneath them.”
She lifted the crystals and revealed that each was melded to a silver chain. She extended them to (Y/N), who felt hesitant to accept the gift.
“Though separated by a perilous journey, the pair never lost contact with each other. There is an ever constant link between the two. Should one be held and whispered to, the other will grow warm and empowering.”
(Y/N) finally took the crystals and felt an instant weight in her hand – a comforting weight like a hug. For the oddest reason she felt her chest fill with an inconsolable warmth, as if everything was going to be all right in the end.
“I feel something.”
Galadriel nodded, “It is their connection. Both pieces of the same star, they’re destined to be together. That is a great comfort to them; to not be alone in the world.”
“You speak as if stars have a conscious.”
“Perhaps they do,” the queen twinkled, “Give one to Samwise. There will come a time when he’ll need your empowerment. Hold the crystal close to your heart and he’ll feel it in moments of great peril.”
(Y/N) nodded, placing one crystal around her neck and tucking it down her tunic. It lay protective over her chest.
“Thank you, my lady. Thank you for your care and hospitality.”
“Farewell, dear forester. Keep your other half close.”
And (Y/N) had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t meaning the crystal halves.
Later as the fellowship approached the River Anduin, (Y/N) lagged at the back of the company, prompting Sam to do the same.
She untucked the crystal flower from around her neck.
Sam widened his eyes, “Where did you get that?”
“It was my gift,” she said, smiling, “I have one for you as well.” She drew the other from her pocket and stood on her toes to put it around Sam’s neck.
“What is it?” Sam questioned, picking the crystal up from his chest, “It… it feels warm.” He started to smile, and not purposefully.
(Y/N) smiled too, holding her crystal to her heart, “It’s a token of my love.”
Sam went still, but his eyes whipped to hers, “Hm?”
She spoke softly, trying to contain her widening smile, “I have it’s equal. They’re a bonded pair. Whatever is held in the one will be felt in the other.”
“And you are…?” he seemed edging on desperation to get to the base of the subject.
“Holding it with love,” she said, “Can you feel it?”
Sam swallowed, “I feel as if my heart might burst.”
“Again with the heart affliction,” (Y/N) laughed quietly, “If I had known loving you would cause you such danger…”
Sam was getting more and more frantic the longer she talked, “I… you – gracious…” he held the crystal tight on his chest, his face the epitome of beaming.
(Y/N) started to giggle, the crystal beneath her hand growing heavy and warm, coursing through her whole body until she ached with the sight of him. “Sam, are you trying to tell me something?”
Her head began to swim with airy thoughts of East Farthing roads and Party Tree dances, all while in the arms of Sam. Her chest was full of flower buds just beginning to bloom.
Sam was almost quaking with the ache of his heart. He was desperate to touch her. Desperate to hold her. His chest was blossoming into something great and irresistible, and it gnawed at him.
She loved him.
“I love you,” he said hoarsely, “For how long I could not say. But it is undeniable at this point.” He took a step towards her.
She took a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I can wait until the Shire for us to be together.”
“I thought it a silly notion to begin with,” Sam said almost breathless, raising his hands to cup her cheeks. “I don’t want to waste another second not declaring my love for you.”
She raised her own hand to cover one of his on her cheek. She remembered Lady Galadriel’s prediction that (Y/N) would eventually leave the fellowship for her own path. She did not think it possible to make such a decision with Sam at her side. He was leaning in closer, the heat of his face making hers warm.
It made the connection of their lips all the more searing.
~~~
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Today’s doll is Berry Jars ‘N’ Jam!
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[A letter has arrived! It is taped to a small rectangular box with Dewgong doodled all over with Starmie stickers. The letter reads as follows.]
Sprite, hi! :D
I hope this letter reaches you quickly, the weather in Hoenn has been...interesting. Some mail has been delayed.
How have you been? Are you still staying with Professor Indigo? They seem like really good company. I hope Unova is treating you well.
There was a trainer that came through this week, the first one in ages! Aside from you of course, hehe. She was lost and had to stay the night at my place. Turns out she's all the way from Johto and didn't know that Water-types are important for travel here in Hoenn. We got that fixed relatively quickly, I showed her how to use the ferry system.
Before she left I shared some of my jams and honey with her. She taste-tested every flavor and we've decided that the Pecha and Oran berry combination came out best. Unless the Pelipper got hungry they should be in the box. <3
I haven't gone to Mauville yet, still have some things to do in the orchard before I can take a day trip. I did make you something though. Thank Kiska for the pendant, hehe.
I think of you every day. Stay safe, friend. :)
[Inside the box are four bottles. Two are full of jam, purple in color with pink smears of Pecha berry. They both have Roserade prints on their caps. The other two jars are shaped like Vespiquen and filled with dark golden honey.
Nestled in the wrapping paper between the jars is one more box, much thinner. Inside is a twisted cord with a cluster of pink Mareanie spines as a pendant. It's long enough to wear around the neck and has a second clasp for wearing around the wrist.
Beneath the necklace are two photos on developing paper. One is of a large Rayquaza shrine, Mt. Pyre highlighted by the sun in the background. The second is of Dusty and Cassia. Tag is in the background, while Static is clearly framed nestled in Cassia's fur. On the back is some writing.]
(PS, found these photos in my camera and thought you might like them. Here's to more adventures in the future. - Maeve <3)
(wowow this is long lol, apologies from @chomperblue hehe)
Oh wow... Thanks Maeve
This is all beautiful- I wish you were here in Kalos, it's almost a beautiful
things have been rough, heh...
enough about me though. How is the orchad? How're dusty 'n Cass?
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I am going to start biting people (upset that I had to attempt both denim and patterns multiple times in one drawing)
Omg look!!!! This wip that should’ve been done a day ago!!! The lalaloopsy ,,, Didn’t realize till like halfway through that they were pink <\\3
Time taken was 7 hours and 21 minutes :))!!!
Lalaloopsies pictures are!!! Toffee Cocoa Cuddles, Tippy Tumbleina, and Berry Jars ‘n Jam!!! Ignore the background 😭 I finished this at 2 am and was tired <\\3
#favorite out of these is Toffee <33#I do not know if the button eyes would be an issue for anyone and I do not know how to tag it if so-
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October 12th
Today’s birthday dolls are Berry Jars 'N' Jam and Sunny Side Up!
Happy birthday!
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