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berryhobii · 7 months

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CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION! I AM WORKING ON CONDENSING IT. Please bear with me as I make changes. 🩵

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Disclaimer: Everything I write are works of fiction. I only use the idol’s physical appearance and namesake. Please do not take anything I write as serious depictions.

All of my works will be black!Reader and black!coded. I mainly describe brown and dark skin types but I will definitely be incorporating all skin complexions since we do come in all colors. If you have any questions, please don’t be afraid to ask! I want this to be a safe space for black and melanated readers to feel represented in fanfiction. I will not tolerate any aggressions or bullying.

In Progress: ✏️

Smut/Suggestive: ❤️

Fluff: 🩷

Angst: 🖤

More to be added as I expand my works

Kim Namjoon

One Shots:

My Person(boyfriend!Namjoon x reader) ❤️🩷

Summary: Namjoon was your person. And you were his. Here’s the story of how you fell in love.

Fics:

None Yet!

Drabbles/Asks:

First Time(My Person couple) ❤️🩷

Summary: #askberryhobii. Story of the My Person’s couple first time.

Pure(boyfriend!Namjoon x reader)❤️🩷

Summary: You were pure. He was not. He could change that.

Happy Weight(husband!Namjoon x reader)❤️🩷

Summary: #askberryhobii. When you put on happy weight.

Fire Burning(firefighter!husband!Namjoon x reader)❤️

Summary: #askberryhobii. Your firefighter husband comes home sweaty and you can’t help yourself.

Jealous(husband!Namjoon x thick!reader)🩷❤️

Summary: A stranger gets a little too close to your husband. He shows you exactly who he belongs to and why.

You’re Mine(boyfriend!Namjoon x reader)❤️

Summary: You’re his. No one else’s.

Kim Seokjin

One Shots:

Baby Girl(SugarDaddy!Seokjin x brat!reader)❤️🩷

Summary: Seokjin spoiled you rotten but how could he not when you were his baby girl?

Baby Girl: Show Out(SugarDaddy!Seokjin x brat!reader) ❤️🩷

Summary: You parade through the hallways of your sugar daddy’s company like you own it and it might as well be.

Nice Guys Finish…(ft. Kim Namjoon)(Roommate!Seokjin x Neighbor!Namjoon x reader) ✏️❤️🩷

Summary: Seokjin’s been secretly harboring a crush on his roommate. The only problem? So does his coworker who also happens to live right across the hall.

Games(Boyfriend!Kim Seokjin x reader)❤️

Summary: Your boyfriend isn’t giving you attention, too focused on his stupid computer game so you take matters into your own hands.

Fics:

None Yet!

Drabbles/Asks:

None yet!

Jung Hoseok

One shots:

Class In Session(DanceInstructor!Hoseok x Stripper!Reader) ✏️❤️🩷

Summary: Hoseok was excited to hear about a new teacher at the community center. He wondered what kind of person you’d be, what kind of class you’d teach. He also wondered what the hell you were doing on stage at a strip club.

Clouds(Strangers to lovers, soulmate au) 🩷🖤

Summary: Clouds drifted overhead, rain pouring over the monochrome colors of your life. Then the sun parted those clouds, showing you a rainbow.

Dessert(boyfriend!Hoseok x reader)🩷❤️

Summary: You and Hoseok try something new.

Fics:

Karma(Mafia!Hoseok x Assassin!Reader, Mafia/Assassin au) ✏️❤️🩷🖤

Summary: When a looming danger threatens the people you love, you have to come out of hiding and step back into your place as The Whisper; the deadliest assassin known to man. Taking people’s lives were easy, loving Hoseok was even easier, and having to face him once again after leaving would prove to be the toughest challenge of your life.

Prologue Chap 1 Chap 2

Drabbles/Asks:

I’m Not Done(boyfriend!Hoseok x reader)❤️

Summary: Hoseok wasn’t done with you.

Far from it.

Min Yoongi

One Shots:

Reconnect(husband!Yoongi x thick!reader)❤️🩷

Summary: Yoongi’s been so busy lately and you two haven’t been spending much time together. You bring him some dinner and reconnect on a deeper level. Verrryyyyyy deep.

Edible(Weedman!Yoongi x reader) ✏️❤️🩷

Summary: You were the picture perfect student; perfect grades, gleaming recommendations from your teachers, and the pride of your family. You didn’t get into trouble, didn’t go to parties, you’ve never even kissed anyone yet. After your friend forced you out of your dorm and to a frat party, you realized just what you were missing out on; in the form of a long haired dealer with delicious marshmallow treats.

Adrenaline(Rockstars!Yoongi and Lee Jihoon(Woozi) x reader)

Summary: The bass. The drums. The riff of the guitar. Their hands. Your lips. Leather. Belts. Adrenaline. Ecstasy.

Fics:

None Yet!

Drabbles/Asks:

The Dressing Room(SugarDaddy!Boyfriend!Yoongi x reader) ❤️🩷

Summary: #askberryhobii. Yoongi loves that dress on you. He shows you just how much.

MoonBeams(merman!Yoongi x mermaid!reader)🩷🖤

Summary: #askberryhobii. Every night you return to the water and every night you remember why you left. But you could never forget the sparkle of his eyes reflected in the beams of the moon.

Overwhelmed(fiancé!Yoongi x reader)🖤🩷❤️

Summary: Your day has been going horribly. Your fiancé helps you come down to earth

I Swear(fiancé!Producer!Yoongi x Artist!Reader)🩷❤️

Summary: Yoongi swore he’d finish before lunch time.

Silent Treatment(husband!Yoongi x reader)🩷❤️

Summary: You give Yoongi the silent treatment and he doesn’t like it.

Do Not Disturb(fwb!Yoongi x reader)❤️

Summary: You really need to remember to keep your phone on silent.

Park Jimin

One Shots:

Down Bad(FuckBoy!Jimin x reader)✏️❤️🩷

Summary:

Rule 1: Never go over the woman’s house

Rule 2: Never sleep over

Rule 3: Never sleep with the same person twice

These 3 rules are what Jimin lived by but then you came along and he was ready to break all of them.

Part 1 Part 2

Hurry Home(fiancé!Jimin x plus size!reader) ❤️🩷

Summary: You send Jimin some naughty videos during his night with the boys.

Fics:

Thread(Ares!Jimin x goddess!reader,Reincarnation au)✏️🩷❤️🖤

Summary: You were his oasis where the water never ran dry. He was the garden where blooms shone like diamonds. His lips were of the sweetest ambrosia that made you forget your sour past, your embrace a blanket that shielded him from the nightmare that was his life. Your souls were safe in the hands of one another. Nothing could ever separate you, the daisy chain you’ve woven entwining your fate and destinies until the end of time.

Prologue Chap.1. Chap.2 Chap.3

Drabbles/Asks:

Pool Party(boyfriend!Jimin x chubby!reader)🩷❤️

Summary: #askberryhobii. After a pool party at your friend’s house, you and Jimin go home for some private time.

One Margarita(husband!Jimin x reader)🩷❤️

Summary: Brunch with the girls was great but hot drunk sex with your husband was even better.

Favorite Thing(boyfriend!Jimin x thick!reader)🩷❤️

Summary: #askberryhobii. Jimin has a few favorite things about you.

Kim Taehyung

One Shots:

Lilac(ex-fiancé!Taehyung x reader) ✏️🩷🖤❤️

Summary: Your hands trembled as you tried to pick of the pieces of your heart that he had shattered. The saltiness of your tears made the wound burn, agony seeping into the crevices and cracks of your very soul. He had left you; broken and alone with nothing to remember him by except the lilac tattoo on your wrist.

Break Pads(mechanic!Taehyung x tall!reader) 🩷🩷

Summary: There were a lot about cars you didn’t know. Like apparently you were supposed to get your break pads changed every 35,000 or so miles. They didn’t teach you that in driver’s ed.

Visage(art student!Taehyung x nude model!reader)✏️🩷❤️

Summary: Taehyung didn’t think anything of it when he signed up for a nude painting class. He was just exited to get more experience under his belt. Your body was a canvas, and he, the brush.

Drabbles/Asks:

Distracted Driver (pornstar!Taehyung x pornstar!reader)❤️

Summary: Taehyung needs to keep his eyes on the road.

More (Distracted Driver couple)❤️

Summary: You and Taehyung film some more content

Jeon Jungkook

One Shots:

Late For Work(husband!Jungkook x reader)🩷❤️

Summary: Jungkook wakes you up and sends you off to work all hot bothered. Just wait until you get home!

Late For Work: Clocked Out(husband!Jungkook x reader)🩷❤️

Summary: You’ve clocked out. It’s time to go home.

In Motion(strangers to lovers, plus size!reader)✏️🩷❤️

Summary: Jungkook didn’t know you. Not even your name. What he did know though? That you had the most perfect ass in history and he wanted to see how you moved it.

Drabbles/Asks:

Candy Crush(Late For Work couple) 🩷

Summary: #askberryhobii. How the Late For Work couple met.

No Nut November(Late For Work couple) ❤️

Summary: The Late For Work couple attempts No Nut November.

Unaware(Late For Work couple)❤️

Summary: You hardly pay much attention whenever you’re with Jungkook. He does though.

Every Time(Late For Work Couple)🩷❤️🖤

Summary: #askberryhobii. Jungkook would be there whenever insecurity came to haunt you. Every time.

Mood Swings(husband!Jungkook x pregnant!reader)🩷

Summary: Jungkook’s grown used to your mood swings.

OT7

One Shots:

7 Different Sheets(FuckBuddies!BTS x reader)❤️

Summary: You have 7 fuck buddies. How did you fit them all into your schedule?

Fics:

Insatiable(BTS x Succubus!reader) ✏️🩷❤️

Summary: Poised and dangerous, you stalked your next meal. Like flies to a web, they all became ensnared in your delicately laid trap. You eat them up until there was nothing left and they’d give until you were satisfied. Anything to placate your insatiable appetite.

Drabbles/Asks:

None Yet!

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#bts #bts smut #bts fic #bts x black reader #bts imagines #masterlist #masterpost #jimin smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #taehyung smut #hoseok smut

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toskarin · 1 month

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I got a few questions about what was going on with SUGARBABYLOVE, so I started typing it out and then stopped and realised it'd be much funnier to do an extremely granular point-by-point explanation of nearly every single reference and influence in it

how serious am I being? either entirely shitposting or being completely transparent. intentionally left blank as an exercise in reader imagination. nightmare post below the break

all lovers make the same mistakes

BLUE SIDE

Sugar Baby Love, Les Blue Belles - the namesake of the piece, and also where I colourpicked the original background from

Komeiji Satori, Touhou Project - the Łucja on the left's personality is inspired by Satori

Fuura Kafuka, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei - not actually referenced directly in Łucja's design, but a later reference makes this important to point out now

Litchi☆Hikari Club - I didn't realise it until after I finished, but I was 100% unconsciously focusing this image on hands because of L☆HC

Las dos Fridas - somewhat inherited imagery from the Komeijis, but I did have it in mind

Subarashiki Hibi ~Furenzoku Sonzai~ - the background, faintly visible at the top of the image, is based on a certain cool hideout. also note the Łucjas' eyes, for no particular reason

Thurible - the cross at the centre of the image rests on top of a thurible. because the top and bottom of the middle section are obscured, it rests mostly out of frame

Embryonic Rabbit and La Vierge au Lapin - the smoke enveloping the central cross is taking the shape of an embryonic rabbit, not quite fully developed, not quite corporeal

Fuura Kafuka, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei - the X pins on Łucja's hat are actually hairpins that she moves up when wearing the hat. in this image, the second Łucja has swapped hers for straight pins

Komeiji Koishi, Touhou Project - the left Łucja's exhausted expression has been switched out for an empty smile. cute!

Altarpiece - the layout of the image is inspired by an altarpiece, albeit with certain sections obscured. accordingly, the piece centres on an (embryonic) rabbit wrapped around a cross

ORANGE SIDE

Berserk - it's kind of hard to include eclipse imagery without pulling from Berserk if you're poisoned. it goes without saying that I am poisoned.

Mushi, The Stalin - this album art was always really striking to me, so it was only natural to homage it. I'm actually a pretty big fan of The Stalin, so references to them show up in a (kind of embarrassing) amount of my creative output

Trash, The Stalin - the mass of gory hands is kind of self-explanatory here

De fornas likgaldrar, Bekëth Nexëhmü - this one requires extra explanation because I fucked up and got a story wrong. during the recording of an album, one member of this duo tried to strangle the other and they broke up the band for a while. the problem is that I misremembered, because it wasn't De fornas likgaldrar that got delayed, it was De dunkla herrarna. so this is an entirely aesthetic pull now.

Eastern Cross and Brazen Serpent - this one's kind of hard to explain if you don't know what Bartholomew's crosier looks like, but it's being gestured at with Ophian imagery as things get more chaotic towards the centre of the image

Gleb Sysoev - while the straps aren't visible in this image after colouring, the outfit both Łucjas are wearing is somewhere between a gakuran and the outfit Gleb often wears while performing with Ultar

Squigly - the snake wrapping around the right Łucja emerged after I got frustrated with how out-of-place her crab claw looked and opted not to include it. I still wanted one really confusing thing in the image, and I ended up landing on using Squigly's Parasite

That One Fucking Scene From Gokseong/The Wailing - another case of me misremembering something, except this time it was the context of the scene literally warping my memory of it. you know the one scene in the cave? I thought it included a much closer shot of the stranger's eyes. I might have mixed it up in my head with that one scene from Insidious, but oh well lol

Angel's curse whispered in the edge of despair, Envy - it got drawn over to the point where it's not entirely obvious, but the background behind Łucja was originally based on this album art

Melty Blood: Actress Again: Current Code Character Select - honestly kind of self-explanatory I hope

why'd you read all that

#doodles #you can read this as a case study in what happens when someone tries to include a few references and ADHD takes the wheel

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 6 months

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Wholesome Halloween || A Year One Drabble

In a scriddler themed discord server I take part in, we all decided to do a halloween-themed art and fanfic exchange. What follows below is my fic and wonderfully amazing art by @tromroan

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The trees are starting to change colors in Arlen Georgia, and that means two things. For one, it's autumn---and Arlen's autumn is lovely, albeit a bit of a barren wasteland where few live. And two, it means spooky season is now cloaking the small settlement's children with delightful visions of candy and costumes.

But, for one child--this is not so. That child name is Jonathan Crane and he lives with his Great Grandmother in what once was a luxurious manor on the outskirts of town. Today though, the building is falling apart at the shingles and it leaks when it rains. It is not a happy life, for a myriad of reasons.

And all Jonathan knows is that this time of year is full of forbidden delights. He is not allowed to go out and trek the neighborhoods for candy. He can't even pray for it, and you pray a lot on this town. There is no dressing up either, that's devil worship according to Great Granny.

However, this year is going to be different. This year, he wants to disobey Great Granny. Jonathan thinks deserves candy and fun. Just like all the other kids. For years this child went without. Without dessert, without new clothes, without allowance. Just once, he needs to be a kid--before it's too late for that sort of play.

So, a plan was hatched. This is a boy of science and literature. He is smarter than he looks. Jonathan plans to sneak out after dark, once all his daily chores. As for Great Granny? Every night she has a bed wine, something to calm her heart. That night, the wine would be tainted. Poisoned even. The clever cocktail would knock her out quickly enough, giving Jonathan chance to escape. And wouldn't you know? It works. His plans always work.

All hallows eve is here. Great Granny is fast asleep well before bedtime and won't be waking up till the next morning. Jonathan decided before hand what he wanted his costume to be. He is going as his namesake--the very thing no other child would expect, as it is far too obvious. A Scarecrow. With some burlap from the backyard barn and some old sheets -- he made for a fine Scarecrow.

Jonathan had a pillowcase to candy, and a flashlight to keep him safe. It was going to be a wonderful night. First and foremost he had to stop at the Arlen penny store, of which his giving away small treats to every kid who stops by. The cloaked Scarecrow was greed with some sugar sticks and a small chocolate coin. Next, the one lone neighborhood with a little less than a dozen houses. He went door to door, alluding any bullies as most children were too focused on chocolate to care who was under the mask. For each house he visits, he is is gifted with a small handful of goodies. He can't believe his eyes as they grab a handful from a plastic bowl and shove it into his pillowcase. That is a lot of sweets--all for me, he thinks.

Finally, after the last homestead is looted--Jonathan remembers the one wealthy family in town and that they are giving out full sized bars at the schoolhouse. Realizing now how dark it was, he was not going to miss out on a big bar of chocolate so with all the strength in his lanky limbs, he rushes to the school.

Thankfully he arrives just in time, and the kind family hands him their last chocolate bar. What luck! Jonathan is ecstatic about his haul and with the biggest grin under his burlap facade, he heads home.

With Great Granny tucked in her bed, out like a light, Jonathan sneaks into the backdoor on the far end of the manor. Over time, he's learned the best sneaking techniques, and how to tip toe without a mouse's squeak of the floorboards. Slow and steady he walks up the stairs to his attic bedroom.

With too much candy to eat in one night, Jonathan indulges himself in just three pieces of candy, that--and the full sized chocolate bar. Boy, it tastes heavenly. His first real dessert. It's a taste he won't ever forget. And as for the rest of the sweets? Diligently hidden under the wood floors, even more so out of sight, as that particular wooden board lies beneath a bookshelf.

He can rest easy tonight, with a belly full of sugary delight. This was to be his only halloween as a child, for not a year later---his life would change forever.

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #The Scarecrow #Scriddler Discord Exchange #DC #DC Comics #Year One #tromroan #Moffy Writes #love the art so much here

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sea-owl · 2 years

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Remember how I said how I like to make AUs of my AUs? Well, I got one for the polin portion of my Yandere Bridgertons AU.

Instead of Colin becoming too comfortable with leaving Penelope alone until he's deemed her ready because he can rely on his siblings. (Aka my excuse in attempt to keeps some of the books long time jump) Colin has some sort of freak out during her second or third season and steals her away in the middle of the night.

Maybe it's after Benedict's and Sophie's wedding. Anthony, Benedict, and Colin were in having a drink celebrating Benedict finally finding his soulmate again when Benedict makes a comment that catches Colin's attention, and not in a good way.

"It feels so freeing finally having Sophie with me, especially after I thought I was going to lose her."

Colin looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Had the charges not been dropped who knows what would have happened to Sophie in that jail, and there would be nothing I could do to stop it," Benedict explained. "I felt so helpless, and useless. The Bridgertons protect their soulmates and there was nothing I could do without making it worse for her. I still plan to cut out that bitch's tongue though."

Anthony nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. When Kate had her accident, I could only sit by and watch her heal. The doctor is very lucky she did heal perfectly."

Neither noticed their younger brother stiffening up. He always knew that his little nymph would never be taken away by another suitor, but what if something happened out of his control and he wasn't home? What if she got sick? Or hurt? Or some bastard decided he would force her? Or she decides she actually does want to be a spinster for the rest of her life and runs away to where he can't find her?!

No, Colin would not let that happen.

Colin stands. "Excuse me gentlemen, I have some last-minute preparations to make for my trip to Ithica."

Starting by adding a detour.

Penelope was surprised to see Colin still at Number 5 when she came to tea the next day, and not any other member of his family.

"Colin!" Penelope exclaimed. "I thought you would have left already."

Colin smiled. "Without saying goodbye to my favorite person? Never."

He offered her some team which Penelope accepted. She paused; the aroma of the tea smelled very sweet.

Colin let out a nervus laugh. "Sorry Pen, I accidently spilled too much sugar when I was making it for you."

"It is alright, you'll make me the perfect cup one day," Penelope joked. She took a sip of the tea. Damn, he really did put lot of sugar in it. "Eloise tells me you plan to next visit Ithica?"

Colin nodded. "Yes! The home of your namesake is it not?"

Penelope laughed. "Yes. Queen Penelope of Ithica, who waited ten years for her husband Odysseus to come home and fended off suitors the whole time."

Colin muttered something under his breathe that Penelope didn't catch. Actually, she was having trouble hearing him in general.

"Colin I'm sorry, can you repeat-oh!" The cup dropped from Penelope's hand. Why did she drop the cup? It was not so heavy a minute ago.

Colin moved closer, sitting right next to Penelope. He brushed a piece of hair out of her face. "It's okay Pen, just go to sleep."

"Colin-"

Colin caught Penelope. He didn't want to poison her drink, but he couldn't risk her saying no and rejecting him. Saying she only saw him as friend, or worse like a brother. Besides they can take this trip together as their honeymoon. She'll understand when she wakes up and he explains it to her.

By then they'll already be on their way or even better crossing the border into Gretna Green.

Colin loads into the carriage with Penelope, gently laying her head in his lap. He strokes her hair as they begin moving.

#colin's lucky that penelope is just as crazy for him as he is for her #otherwise #this would end very badly #yandere bridgertons au #polin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

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k-evans-reads · 2 years

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Playing With Fire

Chapter 18

Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell

Word Count: 4,296

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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A smile appeared on Chris’ face as he heard Hazel’s squeal before she tugged on his hand, excitedly pointing at the big balloon arch that was hanging above the door of the bakery. He couldn’t help but laugh at just how big her eyes were looking from the balloons to the table set up with all kinds of colorful pastries and cupcakes, but Chris’ focus turned to something else.

His blue eyes lit up when he glanced up above the balloons and saw the sign hanging above the door that simply read ‘Ellie’s’. Chris didn’t know it was possible to be so joyful by just looking at a sign, but he was. That one sign held so many feelings, but the one that stood out to him was that immense feeling of pride and admiration he felt as he looked at the namesake of the sign standing by the doorway with that beautiful smile on her face.

Hazel’s hand squeezed Chris’ own before she began bouncing in place, her curls flying around as she cheered, “Ellie! Ellie! We’re here!”

“My favorite people!” Ellie laughed, sending a smile to them as she excused herself from her conversation with the owner of the local coffee shop. Ellie made her way over to the father and daughter as they stepped to the side, and the blonde squatted down as she murmured, “Look Hazie, I made your favorite type of sugar cookies.”

The little girl gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked at the long table next to them. Her voice was low as she stood on her tip toes and asked, “Daddy, can I have one?”

“Sure, but just one,” he agreed, watching with a faint smile as she carefully took a cookie and a napkin. He glanced up at hearing a familiar chuckle in the distance, seeing his mother speaking with Ellie’s parents and gently nudged Hazel, pointing to her and saying, “There’s Nana over there, why don’t you go take her one too?”

“Okay,” she replied, taking a frosted pink cookie in her fingers and being careful not to smudge it as she made her way towards her grandmother with a wide smile on her tiny face.

Once Hazel had safely crossed the bakery, Chris looked back at Ellie with a fond expression. “The bakery looks amazing, honey,” he murmured, leaning forwards to peck her cheek. “How’s the grand opening going?”

Ellie gave a pleased, but also exhausted, smile, admitting, “It’s been slammed all day. Your fellow firefighters already came by and ate all the lemon bars I had and I didn’t have time to save you one.”

He let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he muttered, “Wow, I expected I’d at least get a lemon bar for all the fuckin’ tile I laid in this place…”

Ellie shoved his arm away with a chuckle, her elbow digging into his side. “I’ll make you a whole pan of lemon bars to thank you,” she laughed, relaxing as his arm settled around her shoulders comfortingly.

“I’m so glad the opening is going so well. I’m so proud of you Elles,” Chris whispered to her as he squeezed her shoulders. He couldn’t help but feel awe as he looked at the busy bakery full of locals, at the proud expression on Ellie’s face as she watched Brooke chat with an older couple, handing them a custom order menu and taking down their information for later. These people filling the bakery they’d worked so hard on for the last six weeks made it all worth it, the headaches, the stress, and the toll it took on Ellie. This was her dream and he was more than proud to stand by her side.

She snorted, her eyes twinkling as she tilted her head to look at him. “Well I’ll do what I can to fill the residents of this town up with sugar,” she laughed.

“I think you do a pretty good job of that,” Chris agreed with a smirk. He was quiet for a moment as he looked out at the bakery again, but before long he could tell Ellie was itching to make her rounds so he dropped his arm. “I don’t want to monopolize you, but I’m so proud of you and I love you so much, Elles.”

“I love you too,” she smiled, leaning in for a hug and whispering, “Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”

“I promise we won’t,” he reassured her, eyes moving to check on Hazel again, smiling as he saw her excitedly talking to Brett.

Chris kissed her cheek before reluctantly pulling away and letting her get back to the many new customers that were mingling around the grand opening. He went over to join Hazel with his mother and Ellie’s family, happily chatting with all of them but he couldn’t help but let his mind drift elsewhere. It had been a couple of days since Hazel’s big birthday party, the curly-headed little girl was so filled with excitement and happiness on that day, but towards the end of the party, Ashlee had caught Chris in a quiet moment before he left and asked if they could meet one day soon to talk.

It wasn’t a secret that he and Ashlee didn’t always get along, their divorce being evidence of that, but they always could come together when it came to Hazel. Both loved her with their whole hearts and truly wanted the best for their daughter and made time to talk anytime either of them had a concern about her or something regarding Hazel. But Chris also knew there must be something that was up, first with Ashlee meeting Ellie and now wanting to talk to him only three weeks later.

She hadn’t given the slightest hint as to what it was about though, making him curious as to what was going to be brought up. He tried to push it out of his mind for the time being, knowing he still had time to hang around the bakery and he was so thankful he did because it gave him the opportunity to just watch Ellie, his Elles, practically glowing.

He knew that none of this had been easy for her. She had shared with him how much of a failure she had felt after leaving the nursing profession, the perceived defeat leaving her with so much insecurity. Chris knew so many of those feelings had played into her going overboard with her perfectionist tendencies in getting this bakery up and running, but he could see just by watching her that she was in her element. He knew that she would thrive here, developing relationships with customers, growing her new business and baking new creations, but his favorite part of it all was knowing that he was going to get to be right by her side as she grew into all of it.

Chris snapped out of his thoughts when his mother pulled him aside not an hour later, offering to watch Hazel for the evening and giving him a knowing look. He gratefully accepted, leaning down to hug Hazel and promise that he’d see her later and reminding her to be a good listener, and with another hug and kiss to Ellie, he slipped out of the bakery. As he sat down in his car, he sent a quick text to Ashlee, double-checking she was home, and before he could talk himself out of it, he drove over to her townhouse.

He couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous for some reason, knowing that if she had called him to talk alone, it must have been serious. Chris knocked on the door before he shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide his sweaty palms as he waited for her to pull open the door. He could hear her feet echoing on the hardwood floor before she opened the door for him to come inside, leading him to the kitchen where he took a seat on one of her high bar stools as she dug around in her fridge.

It’d been several months since he’d been in her home long enough to glance around, and he’d almost wished he hadn’t. Everywhere he looked, he saw bits and pieces of Hazel’s life, one he wasn’t a part of, but also saw pieces of him. He was in a picture on Ashlee’s mantle from Hazel’s first day of preschool, clutching Hazel’s hand as she stood in between her parents. He was in a picture Hazel drew that was hanging on a corkboard in the kitchen, brown crayon strokes forming a mess of hair and bright blue eyes looking back at him with Dodger at his feet next to Hazel and Ashlee. It pained him, being in a home he had so many visible connections to, and yet existed in only thanks to their girl.

He cleared his throat, focusing on the sounds of Ashlee moving a bottle of wine before she turned, the expensive wine catching his eye as she asked, “You want anything to drink?”

Chris shook his head, fingers tapping nervously against his jeans. “No, I’m fine,” he murmured.

She gave him a look before she turned, opening the bottle and asking, “Are you sure?”

“Am I going to need one for this conversation?” Chris shot back with a raised brow, his face falling at Ashlee’s sheepish look. He cleared his throat again, shifting and murmuring, “Maybe a beer then.”

She nodded, pulling a canned IPA out - one that was oddly enough his favorite kind - and handed it to him. She tentatively sat down on the opposite bar stool, a perfectly manicured hand coming to rest on the quartz countertop as she whispered, “Thanks for being willing to come over and talk.”

“Of course,” he reassured her, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious. Things with Hazel had been going so well lately, and he found himself worried that she’d confided in Ashlee about something, or that something was seriously wrong. “What is this about, Ashlee? There’s not anything going on with Hazel is there?” He asked worriedly.

“No, it’s not that,” Ashlee rushed to assure him, her eyes wide.

“Then what is it?”

“The other day I had a meeting with my boss,” she began tentatively, pausing as she bit her lower lip nervously. “And he told me that he really liked what I was doing and he didn’t want me to just work in the marketing department… he wanted me to be in charge of it.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, slowly - but genuinely - telling her, “That’s great Ashlee, congratulations.”

She nodded, taking a long sip of her wine. As she placed the stemless glass down on the counter, she added, “The catch is that the job is in New York City.”

“Oh…well that’s a little bit of a bummer,” he drew out, his brows furrowing deeper. It didn’t change anything, and quite honestly he was confused as to why it was ‘hold a meeting with your ex’ worthy. She already worked half the week in New York, staying in an apartment she rented before returning home to work Thursdays and Fridays virtually while it was her half of the week with Hazel. “But you only work the first half of the week in-person anyway so it probably won’t be that bad.”

Ashlee’s face was frozen before she nodded and swallowed nervously, explaining, “I’d be working everyday in-person now though if I was in charge of it.”

He frowned, putting his can of beer back on the counter after a much-needed sip. “How will that work though?” He asked her quietly. “I mean, you have Hazel on Thursday and Fridays.”

“I know…” Ashlee murmured with a frown.

He looked at her expectantly, unsure what Ashlee was getting at before he asked, “So what are you planning on doing?”

“I was thinking that maybe… well, that you would have her,” she whispered, her eyes nervous.

He shrugged, moving a hand to run through his beard before grimacing slightly. “That could work. I can talk to Ma and see if she could have her overnight and then could pick her up from school and you could just pick her up from there when you get home from work,” he offered, but he knew the offer wasn’t a feasible solution. It wasn’t fair to shove nearly half of the parenting duties on his mother - a woman who had certainly done her time with raising four rambunctious kids - at this stage in her life, one where she was finally at peace with her free time and enjoying her several grandchildren in doses, but to give her nearly equal, if not more, time with Hazel than Ashlee – Hazel’s mother – had was unsustainable in the long run.

“Chris, I don’t think you’re understanding me,” Ashlee interrupted his thoughts, her voice slightly raised to get his attention before it dropped and she finally spit out, “I’d be moving to New York.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Hazel’s starting kindergarten in a few months, we can’t send her to one school half the week and another the other half,” he slowly replied, confusion evident in his voice as he leaned back in the barstool.

She nodded, swallowing anxiously. “I know, and that’s why I was thinking that she’d stay here,” she whispered.

His jaw dropped minutely and he could practically pinpoint the moment his heart stopped at her words. He shook his head and clenched his jaw, giving her one last chance and saying, “Ashlee, you can’t be serious.”

“Think about it Chris. If I stayed living here and commuted every day I’d have to leave at the crack of dawn, and then at night, it already takes two hours to get to New York on a good day let alone in rush hour traffic. I wouldn’t be home and picking Hazel up until eight or eight-thirty at night and then I’d just bring her back to my house and put her to bed. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense to me is that you’re leaving Hazel!” He replied, his hands flying in the air. “Ashlee, I don’t understand any of this!”

“I know you don’t,” she assured him, her shoulders slouching in defeat, but Chris couldn’t see past the pure emotion he was feeling at the realization she was willing to give up time with their little girl for her career. He glanced up at the sound of a soft murmur of his name, eyes narrowing and Chris frowning as she nearly begged him, “But look at this from my perspective. You know how much I love my job and that I want to keep moving up. This is an incredible opportunity for me. You know I always wanted to be in New York, I always planned on staying there but then when we had Hazel we came here because we needed your family’s help and we could afford something here.”

He swallowed and nodded, knowing her words were accurate. They’d been desperate for stability, one where they were able to give Hazel an upbringing surrounded by people who loved her, while also allowing Chris and Ashlee to work. “I know, but Hazel is here,” he whispered.

“Even if I kept my current job, I’m going to have to start traveling to Europe a lot now for some of our accounts so she’d be with you every other week anyway,” Ashlee explained, and she paused to wipe some tears away before she shrugged. “And I was kind of thinking that if I did move, maybe I could have her every other weekend. I can go into work early on Friday so I can leave early and come get her and take her back to New York with me.”

He was quiet for several moments, blinking his own tears away as he listened to her words. “But every other weekend… Ashlee, how can that be enough? Hazel is going to be devastated,” he finally asked, looking up at her.

“I know,” she agreed, reaching for a napkin from the holder between them and wiping her eyes. “I am too, but I think this is going to be best for everyone.”

He shook his head, unable to see the good in this as he admitted, “I just don’t see how.”

She gave him a tight smile as she put the balled up napkin on the white countertop, speaking quietly as she told him, “Look Chris, I think it’s obvious that you’re probably going to marry Ellie sometime soon and that’s great. I think she’s a really wonderful person, but you two will get married and have a home and probably more kids and where does that leave me?”

He ducked his head, eyes locked onto hers as he gave one last effort, “But you’re Hazel’s mother. Me marrying Ellie would have nothing to do with that and Ellie would be the first to say that.”

“I know, she made that very clear. But you got what you wanted Chris. You got the house next to your family, the job you love and now will probably have a family of your own which is what you always wanted,” she gave him a genuine smile, one that almost seemed like a proud smile to an old friend. “But I didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” He asked her quietly with a frown.

“I love Hazel and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world,” she started, staring down at the counter. It was obvious so many emotions were running through her before she explained, “But I think we both know that wasn’t what I was planning on in life. I want to be in New York and be able to have my job and keep working my way up. I want the city life and everything that goes with it. I gave up everything I wanted when we had Hazel and now I have a chance to get it.”

For the first moment in this conversation, Chris could see her situation. It was true that the only reason she was here at all was because of Hazel. He remembered the terrible arguments they had when they were married, Chris wanting to move back here and Ashlee wanting to stay. It had been her dream to be in New York City and that had been pulled away from her. He realized that when they got divorced, his life had mostly stayed the same. He got to have the same job, live by his family, and be where he wanted to. But Ashlee hadn’t. She had given up everything to be here with Hazel – and him – and now she was only here to spend time with Hazel. But his deep emotions for Hazel got the best of him as he quietly replied, “I guess so… but I just don’t understand how you can leave Hazel.”

“It’s not going to be easy for any of us at first, but I think it’s better in the long run,” she told him with a shaky voice. “I think that we’re all in a good place for this to happen.”

He shook his head and sighed deeply, frustration filling him as he replied, “I mean obviously it’s your decision but I just don’t know Ashlee…”

“I hope you can understand, because it’s already done. I accepted the job and I’m going to be moving right before school starts for Hazel,” she informed him, steeling herself as he met her gaze. “I have to have some kind of life of my own. You’ve gotten to do that, but I haven’t.”

“But you’ll be so far away from Hazel,” he whispered, still unable to wrap his mind around it.

She nodded, tapping her fingers against the stone countertop and beginning slowly as she said, “Well… I was thinking that maybe you moving to New York City is always an option.”

He froze, almost unsure if he heard her correctly as he breathed, “What?”

“I mean, I moved here for Hazel and you, so maybe you moving to the city for me would be something to consider,” she shrugged sheepishly.

“I just, I don’t know Ashlee. I feel like I can’t keep going tonight. I need some time to process all of this,” he threw his hands up in surrender, shaking his head as he leant back in the stool. He felt exhausted, his brain slowing as he struggled to process all the new information.

“Maybe we can talk on Wednesday when you drop Hazel off,” Ashlee offered as she nodded in agreement, moving to take his empty beer can and throw it in the recycling.

He nodded his head, but felt like he could barely move it, so much weight being dropped on him with all this information. Everything felt like it was a blur as he left the townhouse, his body just moving on autopilot. He called his mother briefly, giving the bare bones explanation of what happened before Lisa offered to keep Hazel for the night so Chris could have some mental space to process.

Chris was thankful for the offer and took her up on it, ready to go home and just sort through his thoughts, but he just couldn’t. The only thing that was nagging in his mind was how much he wanted his Ellie in a moment like this. He longed for her comfort and gentle love that she so easily gave, but he also needed the way she grounded him and spoke truth that he needed to hear. All he wanted in this moment was her, and it didn’t take him long to be using his key to unlock her door and step inside her cozy home.

It felt like a blink of an eye before he was being wrapped up in Ellie’s arms, her holding him tight and didn’t ask a single question, just being able to look at him and see how desperately he was in need of her comfort. Tears were streaming down his face when they parted, Chris sitting down on the couch next to her as he emotionally spilled out all that had just happened, Ellie listening as she rubbed his back the whole time.

“I just don’t understand, Elles,” he choked out, his voice strained and chest heaving. “How could she do this?! How could she move away from Hazel?”

“Chris-”

“We moved here because it was best for Hazel and now she’s just leaving,” he kept going, rubbing a rough hand over his face as his voice shook. “Hazel needs her mother and she’s abandoning her!”

Ellie squeezed his arm reassuringly but her tone was sympathetic as she pointed out, “That’s pretty harsh, don’t you think?”

“Okay well maybe not abandoning but she’s still moving!”

“Hey, just come over here, okay?” She asked, quiet as he moved over towards her, leaning back against the purple couch cushion and staring at the ceiling. “I know you’re upset, honey. I know this is a lot to process but just try to relax just a little bit.”

“I just don’t understand why she did this,” he whispered, the shock wearing off from Ashlee's blindsiding. “I don’t want Hazel to be away from her mother but I don’t want to move to New York City either. We came here so Hazel wouldn’t have to live in a city and could have a yard and her family and a neighborhood. Then you just opened the bakery and we can’t leave that.”

Ellie’s hand moved through his hair, trying to comfort him in any way as she reassured him, “I know this isn’t easy baby, but I know you’ll make the right decision for Hazel.”

“I just never saw this coming,” he quietly confessed, his breath unsteady. His mind moved to the little girl who was sleeping at her nana’s house, unable to picture anything but the inevitable fallout from this as he said, “Hazel’s going to be so upset. We’ve already hurt her enough by getting divorced and-”

“Hey, stop,” Ellie interrupted firmly. “Don’t go down that road. You and Ashlee are both wonderful parents to Hazel and she adores both of you which says what a great job you’ve both done.”

Chris was quiet as he tried to process her words and shift his mindset, but he couldn’t help but speak his biggest fear and insecurity as he confessed, “I just feel like such a shitty dad.”

“You’re not,” Ellie instantly disagreed, her hand freezing in its path in his hair. “And don’t let your emotions convince you that you’re not.”

Chris shook his head and looked down at his lap, his voice impossibly small and his lips downturned. “I don’t even know where to begin with how I feel or what I should do,” he whispered vulnerably.

“Don’t worry about it tonight. You don’t have a clear head right now and that’s okay, so I’m going to tell you exactly what we’re going to do,” Ellie paused, waiting until he met her gaze to continue. “You’re going to go take a hot shower and then we’re going to go to bed and relax. Then tomorrow, we’ll start unpacking everything together, okay?”

Although Chris didn’t think it possible, in that moment he felt a small sense of peace. In the midst of all this chaos, he had Ellie. The woman who was sweeter than the cinnamon rolls she baked was able to cut through everything and somehow get straight to his heart every single time. She was always there for him in every single moment and he knew that as hard as this was going to be, that having Ellie by his side would make it so much easier.

A/N: Surprise! We're a little ahead on Chris and Ellie's chapters, so we decided to drop one today! Please don't hate us though... we promise there's good in this! We also want to emphasize that this is in no way meant to shame or criticize working mothers. We only have seen one POV in this debate, and Chris' shock is what plays through, not a criticism of Ashlee working or being busy.

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 1 year

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Targaryen week 2023: Family dynamics - Daenerys and Rhaegar

I always found interesting Daenerys' parallels and association with her brother Rhaegar. She didn't get to meet him as he died before she was even born. But he's a great influence to her nonetheless.

Rhaegar Targaryen is even introduced on Daenerys first point of view chapter in AGOT. On that chapter, Daenerys reminiscing about Targaryen stories she has heard from Viserys and one of them is how Rhaegar died at the Trident:

Her brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for a woman he loved.

On another chapter when Dany is afraid that she "woke the dragon" in Viserys, ser Jorah assures her that the last dragon was her brother Rhaegar. He's partly correct, because Viserys is a pathetic bully not deserving to be called a dragon. However, the dragons didn't die with Rhaegar. Dany is as much of a fierce dragon ( and even more) as her brother was and she proved it in all these books.

Ser Jorah will acknowledge it himself a couple of chapters later when he'll say that Dany resembles her brother Rhaegar.

Dany also decides to name her unborn son Rhaego after her brother Rhaegar.

"What is the meaning, the name Rhaego?" Khal Drogo asked as they walked,using the Common Tongue of the Seven Kingdoms [...].

"My brother Rhaegar was a fierce warrior, my sun-and-stars" she told him. "He died before I was born. Ser Jorah says that he was the last of the dragons".

Unfortunately, Rhaego has even more ill fate that his namesake and he's stillborn.

However, Rhaego isn't the only "child" she names after her brother. He also names one of her dragons Rhaegal:

"[...]The green one shall be Rhaegal for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident.[...]".

When Dany enters the House of Undying, she sees Rhaegar among her visions. It's interesting that Rhaegar on her vision is the only character who mentions the saga's title aka "song of ice and fire" . Which is pretty much in character for him as he fixated on the prophecy of the prince that was promised.

Another thing that I like on that scene is that Dany watches Rhaegar during a peaceful, family moment. She doesn't simply see the prince of the seven kingdoms but also Rhaegar the man and the father. Unfortunately, he was never to have such a peaceful moment with his younger sister as he died before she was born. She was never held by her brother but his presence still looms over her life.

When she meets Ber Barristan Selmy disguised as Whitebeard, Dany asks questions about her brother Rhaegar. She doesn't want to hear another sugar-coated version as the ones Viserys always offered about their family. She simply wants to find the truth about him:

Dany turned her back on the squire. " I know little of Rhaegar. Only the tales Viserys told, and he was a little boy when our brother died. What was he truly like?"

That doesn't mean that suddenly Dany stopped being inspired by her oldest brother. Just take a look at her cute reaction once Barristan mentions her brother's skills:

[...]Until one day Rhaegar found something in his scrolls that changed him. No one knows what it might have been, only that the boy suddenly appeared early one morning in the yard as the knights were donning their steel. He walked to Ser Willem Darry the master-at-arms, and said 'I will require sword and armor. It seems I must be a warrior'.

" And he was!" said Dany, delighted.

Later on when she starts doubting her father's popularity in Westeros and suspecting that he might not be the great king Viserys presented him to be, she never does the same for Rhaegar. He's the only man in her immediate family that is excluded from her doubts.

One of Daenerys' greatest moments is when she frees the Unsullied. Before she does so she wonders what her brother would do, again using him as her moral guide despite never meeting him in person.

"Viserys would have brought as many Unsullied as he had the coin for. But once you said I was like Rhaegar..."

" I remember, Daenerys."

" Your Grace", she corrected. "Prince Rhaegar led free men into battle, not slaves[...]

She aspires to be a fair leader ( and that's what she actually becomes!) people will follow on their free will and not someone who buys their followers and enslaves them.

Even when she's met with the pessimistic quote" Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought noble, Rhaegar fought honorable. And Rhaegar died" she's doesn't back down. She's right to do so because in the end she succeeds where her brother failed. Both Rhaegar and Dany fight honorable but it's only her the one who survived the many trails she faced.

That's not to belittle Rhaegar or his accomplishments. It's just from the narrative perspective that makes sense to have a minor character - who never appears in the story- have noble intentions but fail his mission and then the main character he shares so many parallels with and who is inspired by them to succeed.

#daenerys targaryen #rhaegar targaryen #house targaryen #targweek #canondany #rhaegar and daenerys #l know I wasn't able to post it during the actual targ week but at least now I was able to finish it #Daenerys meta #rhaegar meta #mymeta

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justathoughtfulangel · 1 year

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What I've Lost ~ Colors, Chapter 10 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hello and happy new year, my dear readers! Welcome to Chapter 10 of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction. I apologize for the very long hiatus on the Colors series. I am back and do promise to write this story to completion!

This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.

*not my gif

Word Count: 1,508

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: scattered mature language

This chapter takes place two months after Chapter 9, which places our characters in late summer. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Colored pencils lay scattered on a wooden desk. Rosalie twirled one of navy blue between her fingers, debating on the pattern the waves should form. She leaned back, and her head nudged Kai’s knee as he lounged on the couch. He played with a puzzle piece, attempting to fit it in multiple locations.

Scooting over, Rose rested her chin on his forearm. The puzzle was slowly coming together, months after he’d started it. It had been a birthday present, and its creation was a surprise to them both, in a way. One winter morning, Caroline managed to snap a perfectly candid picture of Kai and Rosalie together. Snowflakes fluttered around them. Pure joy sparkled in their eyes. They shared a laugh, their arms wrapped around each other.

When she shared it with Rosalie, she had it crafted into a 1000-piece puzzle for Kai. He had an affinity for many random things because of his time in the prison world, and puzzles that occupied him for weeks at a time once helped him maintain his sanity.

Malachai had begun the puzzle in May and was teasingly close to finishing it. It occupied a large portion of their dining table when he wasn’t actively working on it over long, stray cardboard. They both loved looking at it, for it brought both a great deal of serenity.

Hidden within that laughter and embrace was a promise – both unspoken and not. A promise to love their other half forever.

The Mystic Falls’ namesake gurgled in the distance, lashing against the boulders below. Music was blaring from some boombox, people were chattering, and the fire crackled. The smell of toasting sugar melded with the smoke as marshmallows roasted by the flames’ lick.

Despite having moved on from high school, the annual back-to-school bonfire was a tradition. Each year, their group seemed to only grow. What had once started out as a yearly activity for Rosalie, Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline had become a custom for their whole group. It was also the first bonfire where Rosalie wasn’t the odd one out among the couples.

Kai slowly sipped his beer, sitting beside Enzo. Things will never be comfortable between them; even if Bonnie had forgiven him for their friction in the 1994 prison world, Enzo held quite the grudge. Too many conversations flowed, and none were worth joining.

He occupied his attention with the dancing fire, watching the kaleidoscope of colors alternate between orange, yellow, red, and even blue closest to the logs. Despite the beauty in the flames, Malachai grew bored quickly. His eyes began searching for the one they would always be glad to gaze upon. Rosalie was a little bit away, talking to someone Kai was unfamiliar with. The man in question stepped close to her as if he’d known her for years; Malachai’s teeth clenched, and there was a dark glint in his eyes along with the reflection of the bonfire.

There was a reason Kai didn’t know about Logan; Rose wanted nothing to do with him. He was the one person she’d ever dated before meeting her soulmate. Their relationship hadn’t ended horribly, but it was still a phase of her life she did not want to remember. Just like Elena broke up with Matt after the death of her parents, Rosalie left Logan when her powers destroyed her family. He’d left Mystic Falls shortly after, and she did not expect to see him again.

Despite the past, Rose was doing her best to be civil. In his mind, she was in the wrong. “What brings you back to Mystic Falls?” Rosalie wrapped her arms around herself, creating some distance between them. Logan didn’t get the message, taking another step closer. “You. I came back for you.”

Rose balked, completely silent for a moment. It had been years since they’d last seen each other. How could he possibly still be hung up on her? “We could do what we talked about. Get a big house on Oak Street, send our kids to the same schools we went to… don’t you want to?” There was this incredulous shine in Logan’s eyes as if it was completely crazy Rosalie didn’t return his manic pining.

Kai couldn’t take it. He’d never wanted to violate her privacy this way, but he had to know. With an unnoticeable wave of his hand and a mutter of an incantation under his breath, he began listening in to their conversation. The second he did, he immediately wished he hadn’t. A vein throbbed above Kai’s left temple, all the tension held in his jaw.

“A lot has happened since we broke up, Logan. I don’t want that anymore. I suggest you leave.” Rose was doing her best to still be respectful, even if she wanted to crush his hopes entirely. She turned to walk away, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Before she could shove it off, Kai beat her to it.

“You heard her. Leave.” Rosalie had never heard such an edge in Malachai’s tone. There was something frightening about the side of him she never saw. Logan looked between the two and erupted into a crude laugh. “And who are you to tell me that? You’ve been around for, what, a few months? I’ve been here for years.”

That was it. Kai grabbed his collar, nearly lifting him from the ground. “Malachai, that’s enough.” Logan was the one who’d stepped out of line first, but she only had the right to stop her soulmate. Pulling them apart, she stepped between them both. A silent conversation took place between Malachai and Rosalie, after which he finally let him go. Without another word, he took her wrist, leaving Logan and their friends in the dust.

Kai stormed to the car. Anger still coursed through his veins, and he didn’t know how to quiet it. Anger terrified him. It was a part of him that he thought he’d left behind. The engine roared to a start, and their car squealed out of the parking lot. In the dark of the night, no one stopped them as they sped through the streets.

“What was that?” Malachai’s voice was quiet now. Somehow, it was even more dangerous. His eyes, tinged with jealousy, flashed over to Rosalie. She didn’t know what to say. “Stop the car.” He scoffed, stepping on the accelerator. He was seeing red, no longer caring for anything.

“Damn it, Malachai, we’re going to crash! Stop the car right now!” Her hand rested on Kai’s forearm, and he finally regained some consciousness. The car came to a dangerous halt in the center of Wickery Bridge. Turning it off, he stepped out and slammed the door shut. Rosalie was also incensed by his behavior. He wasn’t a child, and this tantrum didn’t amuse her. A grown adult – her soulmate, no less – would listen before jumping to conclusions.

Taking a deep breath, Rose followed him out. The water was treacherously black. The only light came from the car’s headlights. Malachai was staring out into the distance, his hands clenching the bridge’s wooden railing. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

The corner of Rosalie’s eye twitched, but she held onto her sanity. Exploding in anger wasn’t going to help. “He was my ex. He didn’t know I was with you and wanted to get back together. I shot him down as nicely as I could.” Truthfully, Malachai knew as much. In all likelihood, given all the memories he shared with Rose, he knew there was nothing more to the story. Unfortunately, his rationality had disappeared long ago.

“Really? If that’s all there is to it, then why didn’t you ever mention him before?” His hands smacked the railing in unison, the splinters drawing blood. Rosalie rushed over immediately. Healing spells weren’t complicated, but with her mind so frazzled, nothing was happening. “Malachai, please… he doesn’t matter. He never mattered. You’re hurt, let me look.”

When she moved to touch his hands, he yanked them away. “You know everything about me. Every fucking detail. You didn’t care enough to mention this.” Kai spit the words out. They’d formed a harsh whip, each lash brutally hitting Rosalie. “I gave up everything for you! You don’t know what I’ve lost because of you.”

There it was. Rosalie had mentioned her fear of monopolizing his life, of taking more from him than she could give in return. He’d taken the thing that hurt her most - the worry that kept her up at night - and threw it in her face. She didn’t say anything, standing in painful silence.

The second the words left his lips, Kai wanted to take them back. He couldn’t. Wounds made by words often cut much deeper than any other weapon. He couldn’t even bring himself to apologize. Rosalie looked up at him, and Malachai could only see the barest hint of tears forming in her eyes when she vanished.

Then, it was just him. Him and a running car, stranded on Wickery Bridge.

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This concludes Chapter 10 of Colors! Thank you so much for reading :)

Chapter 11 is now posted! Read it here.

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gaymaramada · 2 years

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Christmas w/ the Wachowskis

If there’s one thing the Wachowski family is passionate about, it’s Christmas. I’m talking decorations, presents, movies, the whole shebang. Maddie and Tom always loved celebrating the holiday together, but this year? This year they’ve got not one, but three new additions to the family, two of which have never heard of the holiday and one who had only seen it from an outside view. Needless to say, this year was going to be interesting.

Christmas morning begins early. Tom gets up to get a glass of water when he sees the lights on the tree had been turned on. Stepping into the living room, he sees Tails sitting by the tree with a content smile on his face, his namesakes wagging behind him steadily.

“What are you doing up so late, bud?” Tom would ask, to which Tails would reply happily (and quietly as to not wake the others), “It’s Christmas morning!”

“It’s 4am.”

“I couldn’t sleep! I’m just so excited!”

Tom would unsuccessfully try to coax him back to bed, telling him that it would be a few hours before anyone else woke up. Tails continuously tells him he doesn’t mind waiting, and eventually, the sheriff is forced to cave and let the kid wait, but not without requesting he at least try to get some extra sleep on the couch while he did.

Sonic wakes up around 8, which is outrageously early for the hedgehog, but he’s got twice as much energy as usual when he zips down to Tom and Maddie’s bedroom to jump on their bed repeatedly in excitement. Tom playfully hits him with his pillow while Maddie slips out of bed with surprising grace. They all go down to meet with Tails, who had apparently gotten himself something to drink while he waited, and the two brothers immediately begin to beg to open their presents before Maddie reminds them that they’ve got one more coming.

Knuckles is the last to rise, having to be gently brought out of sleep by Maddie. He’s still rubbing his eyes as he joins the crew in the living room, his second-younger brother’s chides of taking too long falling on uncaring ears. It’s only then that the kids finally get to open their presents.

Sonic gets a new baseball mitt, custom made to match his red and white shoes. Tails gets a tinkering kit (an adult one, Tom and Maddie know how smart their little fox is) and a toolbox. Knuckles’ gift is in the garage: a hanging punching bag for him to let loose on (but not too loose, Tom warns, as that bag isn’t really built to handle galaxy-renowned trained-to-kill warriors).

After presents, the family spends the holiday together. They all pitch in with breakfast, seeing just how far they can go with the sugar before the food becomes pure candy. Sonic has a piece of mistletoe that he rushes to teasingly hang over his parents whenever they’re next to each other. Tails is quick to take to his kit, merging some of the materials from it with his own things to create something even better. Knuckles challenges Sonic to a smash bros match, to which the younger eagerly obliges. For movie night, they binge a few Christmas classics, mocking the cheesy jokes and questioning the dated references. Halfway through their third movie, all three boys are fast asleep. Tom and Maddie follow close behind, and the whole family sleeps on the couch together. A few of them wake up with cricks in their necks, but all in all, it’s worth it.

They can’t wait for next year.

#i love this family to death #sonic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic 2020 #sonic 2022 #sonic movie #scu #sonic wachowski #miles tails prower #miles tails wachowski #knuckles the echidna #knuckles wachowski #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski

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gomiworm · 2 years

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Konoha 12 as Monster Energy Flavors

Team 7

Naruto - Juice: Khaotic Flavor Profile: Orange Citrus Everything about this flavor screams #1 Unpredictable Ninja. From the orange and blue can design to the misspelling of chaotic. Khaotic is a refreshing new take on the classic Khaos.

Sasuke - Zero Ultra (aka the White Monster) Flavor Profile: Light Refreshing Citrus An iconic, instantly recognizable design. Beloved by many for its zero calories, zero sugar recipe. A fan favorite just like Sasuke.

Sakura - Juice: Pipeline Punch Flavor Profile: Passion Fruit, Orange, and Guava Named after a powerful wave on Oahu’s North Shore, it packs quite the punch. It stands out from the Juice lineup with its simple, pink design. But it’s anything but!

Team 8

Kiba - Hydro Super Sport: Red Dawg Flavor Profile: Citrus Dragonfruit Well, this is just self-explanatory. Perfect for someone as active as Kiba and it’s practically named after his best friend!

Hinata - Ultra Peachy Keen Flavor Profile: Refreshing Peach Inspired by the Summer of Love, it’s perfect for those looking to mediate and keep the peace. The design isn’t as eye-catching as some others but its flavor has a lot to say.

Shino - The Original Green Monster Flavor Profile: Sweet and Salty - It tastes like Monster! Can’t go wrong with the classics though they tend to be outshone by the new, flashier flavors. This flavor gets easily lost in the crowd but it deserves to be acknowledged too!

Team 10

Ino - Ultra Violet (aka the Purple Monster) Flavor Profile: Light Citrus and Grape Inspired by the 70s rock scene, this flavor is crisp and sweet. It’s loud but not overpowering. Not for everyone but worth a try.

Shikamaru - Java: Irish Blend Flavor Profile: Non-Alcoholic Irish Coffee Heavy with the creme but with a good kick. A woody bitterness followed up with the iconic citrus punch of Monster Energy. It’ll definitely wake you up for those boring moments in life.

Choji - Juice: Papillon Flavor Profile: Peach and Nectarine French for butterfly, this one kinda speaks for itself. Its flavor is a little more subtle than other Monsters to invoke the delicate nature of its namesake. One of my personal favorites!

Team Gai

Rock Lee - Dragon Iced Tea: Green Tea Flavor Profile: Brewed Green Tea Classic green tea with a twist! Similar to Arizona’s Green Tea but with that Monster kick to back it up. Something for those of us who want something a little more natural, something tried and true.

Neji - Java: Vanilla Light Flavor Profile: Vanilla Bean Something simple but refreshing. It might not stand out in a line up but it’s not something to pass up on. An excellent cold brew with a subtle fruity note. Rich, creamy, and plenty of caffeine without the calories.

Tenten - Ultra Rosá Flavor Profile: Bright and Sweet Light but crisp with a floral finish. But make no mistake, this flavor is not any less powerful than the others. Somewhere between pink lemonade and rosé, a mix of every pink flavor you can imagine!

#im just really into monsters rn #so im posting cringe on main #monster energy #konoha 12

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skumhuu · 3 months

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Looks like Sugar is very much a mama's boy

They are 🥰 Sugar takes after their namesake for sure, the sweetest little pup of the clutch. Cookie would be a close second if not for their habit of biting and chewing on everything 😂 Cocoa and Creme are spicy babies

#ask #horizonflyer96 #don’t worry about the pronouns #all monster bbys start out genderleas and eventually pick their pronouns #or don’t #or stay fluid all throughout their lives #and Sugar really is a mama’s boy

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captainschmoe · 7 months

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give us all the details on the new second gen OCs plz

Hi anon! I’ve been really struggling with several of them, but instead of sitting and around and waiting until inspiration hits me, I’ll just toss what I do have out there, listed roughly in order of most to least detailed in my head :)

Under the cut because it is LONG

Sinjin: Frederick’s son from the future. His initial class is Wyvern Rider. An enigmatic knight with a cool yet relaxed attitude. The hardest to wake up in the morning.

Sinjin was trained to become an Ylissean royal knight and raised alongside his future liege, Lucina. However, he was disobedient as a child, frustrating his father to no end. Shortly before his adolescence, his parents suddenly died in the war following Grima’s resurrection, and with Lucina’s tragic inheritance of Falchion and the crown, Sinjin finally realized that he needed to step up and become the knight his father intended in order to keep his friend and princess safe. He specifically chose to master the axe to cover for Lucina’s lance weakness, and the two stayed firmly side-by-side until they were separated in their journey to the past.

Since returning to the past, Sinjin and his wyvern traveled far and wide as they could, though Sinjin frequently needed to catch up on the sleep he lost from constant fighting in the future. Though happy to see his parents and friends again, he was not particularly thrilled with the prospect of Frederick’s inevitable lectures about his penchant for sleeping in and letting Lucina do some of the daily chores herself.

The Shepherds found him taking a nap in the bushes dangerously close to a turf war.

Kuennen: Kellam’s daughter from the future. Her default class is Thief. An enigmatic woman who can appear and vanish seemingly at will.

Due to being born to a man in a family packed full of boys, Kuennen ended up being spoiled rotten in her youth, and to this day still refers to Kellam as “Daddy” and even “Daddykins” on occasion. She likes seeking attention and approval of others and making grand entrances, but she still inherited her father’s ability to instantly vanish, and used it to her and the other children’s advantage in the future, being extremely difficult to track and capture and stealing from enemies without them ever knowing.

The Shepherds find her while attempting to recover a family’s stolen heirlooms; turns out she was right in the process of stealing them back from the bandits.

Re’ki: Lon’qu’s daughter from the future. Her default class is Myrmidon. An enigmatic swordswoman who never loses her level head.

Prior to traveling to the past, Re’ki never got the chance to leard of her namesake, nor had she ever realized her father harbored any envy for her sword skills, especially as she turned out to be left-handed and couldn’t simply copy his movements. Upon learning just how much effort her father puts into swordsmanship just to try to match Basilio, she deems him the better fighter. Like her father, Re’ki is somewhat repulsed by both verbal and physical affection (although no matter the other person’s demographic). As such, none of her supports build especially quickly.

The Shepherds found Re’ki in a forest clearing after following a trail of dismembered pieces of Risen, which was of course her doing.

Gavin: Gaius’s son from the future. His default class is Thief. An enigmatic thief with a constant craving for spice. The quickest to get stomachaches.

In the future, being raised by Gaius caused Gavin to be frequently exposed to candy, cakes, and other manner of overly-sugary treats. Unlike Gaius, though, Gavin is naturally inclined towards savory and spicy foods, and struggles to keep sugar down. Even plain fruit is a challenge for him. One day, Gavin personally witnessed his father being brutally ripped apart by the Risen, and became violently ill from the sight. Ever since then, he has tried to avoid people and Risen alike and can only bring himself to kill if he closes his eyes while dealing the finishing blow and never looks at the corpse afterwards. While in Lucina’s ranks, he was a designated scout.

The Shepherds found him skulking behind a wall, looking for food or treasure, while fending off a Risen attack on a village.

Aries: Libra’s daughter from the future. Her default class is Cleric. An enigmatic cleric frequently mistaken for male. The fondest of smelling books.

Even before the Fell Dragon was reborn, Aries had always had a strong curiosity for why the Grimleal wanted to bring about the world’s end, as not even they would benefit from such a thing. Rather than accept them as an incomprehensible evil, however, she studied as much of the the history and motivations of the Grimleal faith as she could, though she was ashamed of this and desperate to hide it from her parents and friends. After Grima’s resurrection, she only felt more guilty, but her supports show that most of the others are fine with her showing compassion for the Grimleal.

Philibert: Virion’s son from the future. His default class is Archer, and he inherits Pegasus Knight instead of Wyvern Rider. An enigmatic poet with a burning passion for male beauty. The most difficult to startle.

The Shepherds find Philibert leading a small team of men from a rooftop to fend off a late-night bandit attack. Upon learning that Lucina has dropped her “Marth” disguise, he laments the loss of one of the most handsome young lads he’d ever seen… even if Chrom is the one talking to him.

Reuben: Ricken’s son from the future. His default class is Mage. An enigmatic giant of a man with a knack for talking to children. The last one to ever attempt any pranks.

Sylva: Stahl’s daughter from the future. Her default class is Cavalier. An enigmatic apothecary who desperately seeks her purpose in life. The one with the most bizarre dreams.

Aldhar: Vaike’s son from the future. His default class is Fighter. An enigmatic young man who finds himself easily picked on. The fastest puzzle-solver.

Barbara: Gregor’s daughter from the future. Her default class is Mercenary, and she can inherit the Barbarian class as well. An enigmatic woman who can unnerve even hardened men with her overwhelming presence.

Jack: Henry’s son from the future. His default class is Mage. An enigmatic man who just wants to live a normal life. The quickest to earn small animals’ trust.

Bea: Donnel’s daughter from the future. An enigmatic farm girl with dreams of being a livestock vet.

#fire emblem #fe13 #fe oc #headcanons #z canon #not a reblog for once #as for the robin only pairings: tiki’s son is chiko amd aversa’s son is béla #but beyond that i’ve got nothing for any of them #it should be worth mentioning that i’ve suddenly begun writing lucinigo pwp so that’s been in the way lol

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rabbitcruiser · 8 months

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National Toasted Marshmallow Day

Picture this: a warm, crackling fire, the cool night air, and a deliciously sweet aroma that fills your senses.

Most people have fond memories of childhood, sat by a roaring campfire toasting marshmallows on wooden sticks… Yum! National Toasted Marshmallow Day is a chance to relive those memories, and for people who’ve never experienced toasting marshmallows to find out what all the fuss is about.

History of National Toasted Marshmallow Day

Taking a look at where this particular day began requires going back to the beginning. Maybe not completely back to the beginning of all time but, at the very least, to the beginning of the beloved marshmallow.

The namesake of the marshmallow is actually a flower (Althaea officinalis) but don’t worry, no flowers are now harmed in the making of this delicious treat! It was named after the marsh flower which, appropriately, is known to grow in marshes. The root of this flower was originally used to flavor marshmallows, but now they are made with other flavorings. But the name still stuck.

Some historians believe that the marshmallow dates as far back as ancient Egypt, when the people would extract the essence of the marshmallow plant, mix it with honey, and then turn it into a sort of gooey candy. Because it was so decadent, it was exclusive to the wealthy and powerful, such as royalty.

The marshmallow more like we now know it wasn’t created until much later–in 19th century France. At that time it was created sort of like a meringue–with egg whites, sugar, water and marshmallow root extract. They were then whipped into a fluffy, airy type of candy.

As they’ve morphed over time, the marshmallow root has been dropped, as often the eggs also have. Then adding in some corn syrup, starch, and/or gelatin for them to keep their shape.

It’s likely that the most famous treat ever made with the toasted marshmallow is, of course, the S’more. This traditional girl scout invented outdoorsy treat includes cramming a toasted marshmallow in the middle of a graham cracker sandwich made with a few pieces of delicious chocolate. The warmth of the toasted marshmallow brings a melty sensation to the chocolate and the whole thing is just a delicious, gooey mess of fun.

Since toasted marshmallows have become popular, it is estimated that every summer, about 50% of the marshmallows sold in the US are toasted over a fire. Now that’s a lot of toasted marshmallows!

Learn Fun Facts About Marshmallows

Impress friends and family members with these fun facts all centered around the glorious marshmallow:

Not all marshmallows are made equally. Some of them are actually not vegan because they contain eggs, or sometimes even animal gelatin.

Marshmallows probably first began as a recipe that was meant to have medicinal purposes, since the extracts from the roots were typically used as a remedy for sore throats.

Originally, in France, marshmallows were whipped by hand–which was a lot of hard work for those candy makers! Eventually, modified corn starch became part of the process that minimized the amount of labor that went into marshmallow making.

Americans buy (and eat!) approximately 90 million pounds of marshmallows every single year!

How to Celebrate National Toasted Marshmallow Day

Enjoying National Toasted Marshmallow Day isn’t difficult for anyone at all! It’s a simple and delicious way to give a nod to this yummy, gooey treat. Try some of these ideas for celebrating or come up with your own:

Toast Some Marshmallows

Of course it’s obvious, but it still deserves to be said. Today, of all days, get out there to a campfire or fireplace and toast some marshmallows. Have some friends and family over, whittle down those long sticks, build that campfire and get to toasting those yummy, fluffy, sugar-mallows!

Make Some Toasted Marshmallow Recipes

For folks who want to take things further than S’mores, there’s more to be done with toasted marshmallows! Try out these fun and interesting recipes for toasted marshmallows that will keep the family coming back for more:

Toasted Marshmallow Baked Sweet Potatoes. This takes health and deliciousness to a whole new level–and it doesn’t necessarily need to be Thanksgiving to enjoy this combination. Simply pile some mini marshmallows on top of a baked sweet potato and brown it in the oven until toasted.

Toasted Marshmallow Milk Shakes. After roasting those marshmallows, swirl them in a milkshake that is made with vanilla or chocolate ice cream. The smoky flavor combined with the sweetness is simply to die for.

Toasted Marshmallow S’mores Dip. Great for parties, this yummy dip includes cream cheese, powdered sugar, heavy cream, oven toasted mini marshmallows and Hershey’s chocolate. And, of course, graham crackers are the perfect thing to dip–but fruit or other cookies work just as well.

Toasted Marshmallow Pancakes. Make those yummy pancakes even dreamier by topping them with chocolate syrup and adding a dose of toasted marshmallows on top (a kitchen blowtorch is helpful for this one!).

Try Some Toasted Marshmallows Products

For those who don’t actually have a fire ready to get toasting, some companies offer toasted marshmallow flavored products that can be enjoyed in lieu of the actual treat. Try these out:

Toasted Marshmallow Flavoring Syrup. These types of syrups are delicious when put into hot chocolate, milkshakes or even coffee drinks. Torani and Monin are two of many brands offering toasted marshmallow flavoring syrup.

Toasted Marshmallow Greek Yogurt. One of the yummy flavors offered by Dannon Light & Fit.

Toasted Marshmallow Jelly Belly Jelly Beans. Whether eaten on their own or mixed with other flavors, these candies truly do taste like the real thing!

Toasted Marshmallow Scented Candles. Okay, this isn’t for eating, but it is still extremely delicious smelling! Many different companies have offered this scent including Bath & Body Works and various makers on Etsy.

Have a National Toasted Marshmallow Day Party

Grab some friends, family, neighbors and coworkers and invite them over for a National Toasted Marshmallow Day Party! Theme the decorations, food and activities all around the idea of marshmallows. Have guests dress in white marshmallow costumes, and make some fun decorations by stringing marshmallows on a thread and hanging it as garland.

And, of course, don’t forget to build a fire so that everyone can toast marshmallows until their hearts are content. While toasting, don’t forget to sing traditional campfire songs to make the time pass while the mallows are being roasted.

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#S'More Ice Cream Sandwich #National Toasted Marshmallow Day #30 August #food #dessert #USA #Canada #restaurant #travel #original photography #vacation #Toasted Marshmallow S'mores Galore #cheesecake #NationalToastedMarshmallowDay

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patrickxpearson · 1 year

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@renanxcarvalho || continues from here ( X )

“That would the tellin’, sugar.” How the Southerner loved guys that played hard to get. Those were the ones he had the most fun with – especially after learning which buttons to press to make them come undone on a freaking record time. Patrick turned his attention to the gold coin, passing the small item between his fingers and letting Renan’s gaze focus on either what he was doing… or his face. One or the other would do just fine as long as he had the client’s attention on him and him alone. “Where would be the fun in sharin’ how much my gold coin goes for tonight? I can give ye’ a clue…” Patrick did take his time in glancing towards Renan, letting the tip of his tongue playfully lick the corner of his own lips. “It’s my namesake’s say - so I’m pretty darn sure that it’s slightly more valuable than yer’ average coin.” And now all he needed to do was let Renan decide how much that would be worth. So much more entertaining when someone else shows how badly they wanted things. Such a damn turn-on. “Tell me darlin’… how much is my gold coin worth to ye’? Make me an offer – perhaps ye’ll get lucky tonight.”

#( st patrick's event )#renanxcarvalho

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dnangelic · 9 days

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🌸 — she only giggled at his replay, while she elegantly poured the floral scented tea into his cup. tsuu was careful to add just one lump of sugar with a bit of milk. it was lucky todays tea blended well with both the sugar & milk. the tea was still piping hot, while she carefully placed the cup in front of princess freedert. of course she didn’t forget about their other guests, while she added tea to their cups before finally serving herself.

“thank you! mommy always said to practice good tea etiquette for quests. please help yourself to some pastries or finger sandwiches.” she holds out her hand to gesture for him to dig in. tsuu had taken a sandwich that didn’t look like it held any meat. “i’m sorry that there is no meat.. i can’t really eat it but chicken nuggets are the exception!” there came another giggle from the girl.

“these are cucumber sandwiches. mommy makes the best!” she says placing the sandwich on her plate. then very carefully, she picks up her pink cup to hold up to him. “a toast, to new friends.” one pinky up in the air, while their cups clinging. tsuu had taken a small drink from her tea. it was a perfect blend! her face glowed as she managed to make the perfect tea.

@tsuuhime

' aha , thank you ... ' he's not sure if he can bring himself to comfortably enjoy eating anything , really , but he still timidly takes one of the small pastries for himself and keeps it held . ' oh , um --- i don't really mind if there isn't any meat . it's a little --- heavy , anyways . ' more like painfully messy and inelegant .

frankly , he couldn't remember the last time a story had ever involved a princess gripping the cooked flank of some kind of animal , heartily wolfing it down ... it's why even the mention of chicken nuggets come as a surprise , but , right --- ' ah , oh , that was you ?! '

waking up with a half-empty box of them had left him puzzled and begging his other self for explanation . dark had no semblance of an appetite , but he never refused the gift or request of a 'cute girl' --- the story he told has been as much . a girl that was much like her decided namesake , and had been selfless enough to lend him a gift of chicken nuggets as if it was a small box of jewels due to a little misunderstanding ... but if you meet someone named sakura , then you should be nice to her .

the flush on daisuke's cheeks reddens a little . ' er , i mean ... ' what were the chances ? of being not only spotted but dragged away for a princess teaparty , too . it was just his luck , if anything , and it seemed like even princesses had their ordinary indulgences . or was it just fun to take to cheap junk foods like cup ramen and fried chicken as if it was something regularly exotic and unobtainable ?

' your mom --- ? ' daisuke knew the feeling , the warm pride she must have felt . his own mother made sure to spoil him with extravagant square meals , and for as overbearing as she could be at times with her strict phantom thief regime and expectations for him , her love might have shined through the clearest to him through her cooking . a thought that isn't left to linger --- his eyes widen as his company lifts her cup in a readying toast .

' oh ! ' cue the niwa's immediate anxious fret and shuffle . the pastry he's taken is set down , his own cup is lifted , miraculously , none of it spilling --- even as it connected with sakura's own . to new friends ? his head lowers with his cup after the small chime rings through the air . his cheeks flush an even deeper red than before . of course , words like those were always sweet and pleasant to hear , but he still can't help his embarrassment .

' right , um ... ' he really should have gotten going now , before the rest of his classmates wondered where their princess had been so suddenly kidnapped off to , right in the middle of practice . ' thank you ... it was nice to meet everyone , maybe we'll see each other around ... ? ' after just a few sips of tea and the pastry stolen away with him --- he excuses himself and flees the strange wonderland setting he'd been spirited away into !

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#tsuuhime #CANON.#the world will never know tsu scarfing down bbq ribs wit her bare hands. sad

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nityarawal · 5 months

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11/29/2023

"Foothill Psychologist"

Morning Songs

"Foothill Psychologist"

Tried To Sell

Me Out

But They Changed

Their Name

Ownership

They Force You To Sign

Docusign

Give Authorship

Life To Them

They Don't Know

What Their Dr's Names

Are

Receptionists

Supervisors

Mock Patients

Tying Up Lines For Hours

Take Bribes

For Judge Clark

James Hodgkins

Judge Cindy Davis

She Didn't Like

Dr. Adam Cash's 2

Forensic Reports

After all

Or The Other 6+

Forced On Me

In 7 Years

Of Court

"Psychology For Dummies"

Author Expert

No She Likes The 3rd

World Dr's

Chinese, Philipeno, Indian, Hungarian

Middle Of The Night

Abductions

Rapes And Murders

Beating Moms Bloody

Concussions

She Works For The

Bean Counters

Attys

How Many Moms

Did She Kill

50,000 In 10 Years

It Seems

Her Clerk Admits

On Expired Orders

Probate Fraud

A Mental Virus

Covid 911

She Says She Wants

To See Me

Who Doesn't

I Know I'm Entertaining

But My Kids Want Me

Spin Dr's

Lawyers

Usurped My Family

Bean Counters

Back Off

I'm Not Your

Property

To Probate

Or Pimp

To Police

I Whistle Blew

On The Murders

I Protected You

But Still Get Cop Stalkers

Foothill Psychology

Is No More

Just A Slaughter House

Of The County

IEHP

Street People Sold

In Abundance

40% Camping

So Why Are They

Still Using

"Foothill" Name

Like Half Attys

With Namesake's

Diseased

Or Caged

"Foothill"

Sent Me 18 Emails

Since September

But They'll Never

Let Me In

Snarky Supervisor

Blackballs Me

With Racism

Giggles Teasing

Patients

And Won't Say Her Name

Condescending

Like A Cop

Or Confirm With Dr's

11 Calls

Over 6 Hours

Took My 50th Birthday Eve

For Cons

Gaslighting

Hours Crying

Receptionist

IEHP Scam

Wastes My Time

Prefers Genocide

Narcissism

They Forgot My Birthdate

They Forgot My Name

They Tried To Delete

Eternity

Like Grimesz

25 Times

But They Won't

Collect Files For

Elon

And Assist

Us On Refunds

Closing Court Fraud

'Cuz They Want

To Sell Us Out

Like Everyone Else

In Government

With Amateur Playbooks

"Doubts,"

We Got Skin In The Game

Our Kids

Billions

Pimped In To Neuralinks

Frankenstein

Shivoni

Rewind AI

Space-X Government

In Decline

Did Jaima

Betray Me

Space X Manager

Luring Us In

Touring

Before Divorce Abuse

Dr's Waste Time

Recording My Stories

Stole 7 Years

And I've Got Higher

Degrees

Call Me A Dr.

And I'll Sell You

My Remedies

$.5 Cents

Ivermectin Cream

Easily For $15

Over $600 Dollars From IEHP

And They Won't Give

Any To Me

Over 50 Doctors

Most Hate Mothers

Sterile Gay

Pedophiles

We're They Snipped

And That's Why

They're Gay

"Foothill" Supervisor

Has No Children

Sterile

Belligerent

She's Just A Hater

Bean Counter

Who Thinks She's Sweet

What's Kind About

A Mean Gal

That Won't Give You

Tax Paid

Social Services

An Appointment

To Get Kids

Tried Over 25 Times

They Just Cancel And

Lie

They Won't Book Me

With A Lady Dr.

Canceled On Bribes

They Won't Book Me

On The Phone

They Won't Say If They

Work With The Courts

Seems Like A Mystery

Con

Sold Out To IEHP

Like Idyllwild Nurse Darlene

She Got A Boy Toy

After Her Pilot Husband

Poisoned

Mysteriously Died

When Melody

Was An Infant

And Her Daughter

Had To Run Away

At 14 Years Old

Emancipated

Wonder Why

Step Dad Tried To Kiss Her

Did He Chase Her Around

House

Like My Pedo

David Kaplan

Rather Than Be Molested

She Ran Away For

2 Years

A Pharmaceutical

Sugar Daddy

In Northern Idaho

From DC Took Her In

Now He's Buying

Her A Car

After She Got Beat

Out Of Our Home

Again

Fishy

Maybe

Rescued Her On My

50th

Listened To Rowen

Scream The "F" Word

When She Ditched

In Chula Vista

His Parents

Circumcised Him

At 15 Years Old

Cruel Penalty

For Masterbating

Now He's Framed With

A Pedophile Charge

His Neighbor's Teen Stopped

By For A Massage

Framed Him

And His English Wife

Stole The Kids

How Many Americans

Played

Rowen Is Half

Transed

Doll Of Court

Pretty Philipeno

With Long Braids

Bicycler

He Said He Was Alpha

But Detention Made

Him, "Become A Woman"

Confused About Identity

Do You Have To Be A Whore

For Court

"You Found Me Out"

He Said

Let's Go To Eric Clapton

$8 Shows

No Excuse

But They'll Be "No Cocaine"

He Winged

And Screamed On The

Corner

The "F" Word

Instead

Until My Head

Almost Broke

You Wonder Why

Our Boys Are Mad

Bloody Crotch

Lost 40 Thousand

Nerve Endings

You Wonder Why

The Boys' War

They Hate Their Mothers

Who Took Their "Dicks"

Rowen Says

He'll Tell The Lord

To "F" Off For Good

On His Deathbed

Before His Demise

Because He Doesn't

Want To Return

To Snipped Dicks

And Lies

Can You Blame

2 Million Trafficked

Whose The Attorney

That Sold Him Out

Was It Gay Ashby

Clark Sorrenson

And His Paralegal

Grant Funk

For Invitro

Was It Dr. Alan Silverman

My X's

Dr. Gardner Groomer

"Wild Wild Country"

Scams

Or Was It Dead Atty Lori

Clark Vivianos

Class Action X

Charles Viviano

Or Riverside Walter

Clark Hustles

Whose The Man

Selling Out Our Kin

A Lot Of Gay Jewish

Men Are Haters

Grow Back A Foreskin

Return The Bribes

Send Me A Receipt

For Refunds

No More Lies

I Walk The Straight

And Narrow Path

Of Spirituality

Put My Kids First

Parents

Home

Autonomy

If There's Anything

Extra

After A Days Work

Then My Friends

Can Come

Visiting

Enjoy The Pearls

Read My Songs

Philosophizing

Feel Better About

The Genocide Done

Still Need Boundaries

From Over A Million

Jewish Attys

Still Need To Drop

Britney's Fake

DV Record

She Was Conned

By A Jewish Gigolo

And A Thousand

Attys Spent Billions

Lawyers Needs To Send

Receipts

Darin David Joye

Said The Eagle Landed

From, "Birds Of Olympus,"

When He Called

My Best Friend

In 2018

Thanksgiving

On A Job

For My Head

5 Years Later

Games

Gambling

On Murder

No One To Turn To

But President Elon

We've Heard They Don't

Do Much

VPs And Such

22.7 Million

Wasters

Maybe You Could

Fit Us Into Your Spare

Time

But Need Someone

Smart Enough

Not To Have A "Doubt"

About You

Or Me

And Certainly Not

Our Kids

Sold Out In Slavery

Give Government A Grade

Tears On Their Cheeks

Like Felon Murderers

Stripes

Brands

Tattoos

To Show What They

Did To Thee

Don't Kill The Judges

Still Need Receipts

Rehome Them On

Farms In Alaska

Somewhere Far Away

An Island

To Sustain On "Nothing"

No Money

We'll Give Them Good

Food

A Little Boxable

House

Lots Of Mothering

But They'll Have To

Weather

Earth

Alone

For Eternity

Indefinitely

Karmically

Within Their

Means

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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