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alittlefanatic · 1 year

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🍎Shall we Dance? - Ch 2🍎

You can find Ch 1 Here: Shall We Dance - Ch 1

Or here: Shall We Dance - WattPad

This chapter will switch between Wally and the Reader's point of view! This is just to flip back and forth on viewpoints in later chapters! I'll let you know when the POV Changes! <3

Art by: @kluelezz on Twitter

Wally's POV

The morning had arrived as I yawned, my hair in my face as I stretched to wake myself up. It was about seven 6 a.m but I couldn't help but lie in bed thinking about yesterday's events.

After the neighbor and I talked about what we needed for the competition, I went straight back Home in search of records to use. Thankfully I had a few that were in working condition that we both could use to practice, just slow enough to get some footwork down, they were some of my favorite records after all which helped ease my mind.

"I still can't believe they wanted to join a dance competition...I didn't know they were into dance." I grumbled to myself, putting my hand over my eyes. "Have I ever seen them dance before? Why did they even..? I thought they didn't even want to act again in a play, isn't that what the winner is rewarded with?"

My head hurt already, but I couldn't help but chuckle. It was all so silly in reality! My neighbor was always so excited about learning new things, I guess I really should have seen this coming, but still???

Shaking my head, I sat up out of bed, dragging my feet over to the side as I went and changed into my outfit for the day. Grabbing my blue cardigan and red tie, I quickly put both of them on as I sat down in front of my mirror, staring at myself with my hair down.

"I wish my hair could stay up permanently..." I grumbled, grabbing a brush to smooth it out, then tease it out, slowly forming the pompadour on my head as I grabbed some hairspray to keep it still.

"Home, do you recall if we have any books here about dance?" I spoke, and a very soft and quiet squeak was heard from the door as I shook my head. "I'll definitely have to grab some from Howdy or Frank today then. I need to be a good dancer for my neighbor! I can't let them down today! Or ever...I don't want to upset our dear neighbor."

After combing my hair, I headed straight to the kitchen, grabbing some apples to eat as a snack, and I looked out the window. The neighbor didn't live as far, fortunately, but they were near the forest near Eddie's Postal shop.

"It's better to be early than late, I might as well be on my way!" Wally spoke happily, looking at the time which read eight am. "Do I really take that long to style my hair...?" I shrugged. "What can I say, I always want to look my very best. You can't rush perfection~"

With Home opening the door for me, I made my way towards our Neighbors home!

...

Making it to the door, I knocked.

"Neighbor! I know I'm early, but I figured an early start is better than no start!" I spoke happily. I waited a couple of minutes until knocking again. Maybe they were still sleeping?

I heard some feet shuffling behind the door accompanied by a couple of groans, as I heard the click of the door opening.

"God, the sun is bright..." They grumbled, rubbing their eyes. Their hair was all messy and tangled, and it looked like they still had their oversized pajamas on. I couldn't help but chuckled. They looked so silly! Silly, Silly...

"Well, yes, neighbor, it is the sun. What do you expect?"

Neighbor rolled their eyes and simply waved me inside.

"Make yourself comfortable, I have some water beginning to boil for some tea. Let me just make myself look alive." They grumbled sleepily as they went to presumably go get changed.

I couldn't help but look around their place. The walls were a wonderful shade of light blue as there were fairy lights adorning the walls. They had many bookshelves of books, as well as many soft pillows and blankets. Neighbor sure did love to be cozy! I couldn't help but chuckle to myself when I heard the kettle. Walking over to the kitchen, I looked around, grabbing some green tea bags and some honey, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and put the teabag in along with the hot water and honey.

"Ahh...that feels much better," Neighbor spoke, as I turned to look towards them. I could feel my eyes dilate as I looked at them, absorbing the new information. They had on a rainbow-striped short-sleeved shirt with some blue jean shorts with some black tennis shoes. Their hair was brushed neatly back and pulled back out of their face.

"Hello? Earth to Wally?" The neighbor waved a hand in front of my face as I shook my head.

"Sorry, neighbor! I like your attire -" I coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck. They looked cute! Cute? Friendly cute! Yes!

Neighbor couldn't help but roll their eyes, taking the cup of tea I laid out and taking a sip. You could see them visibly perk up.

"Oh, that's some wonderful tea, thank you!" They spoke happily, taking another sip as they sighed. "We gotta get down to business today! I have nothing to wear for any of this, and I do have some books about dancing, just not about foxtrot..."

"I'm sure Howdy's open by now if you would like to hurry on over neighbor."

"Might as well! Besides, I want to ask around and see who else is in the competition! Maybe we can catch some of them dancing~" They spoke, drinking the last bit of their tea before putting it in the sink.

"Well, we know Eddie and Frank are competing since, you know... Sally pretty much ran to them after us." I spoke, Neighbor chuckling. "I wonder who else is competing, though, maybe Barnaby and Julie? It can't just be two groups. There needs to be more."

"Well! That's what we can go to Howdy's and ask! Being the shopkeep, others have to get things to right?" Neighbor perked up, grabbing my hand, obviously very excited. "Let's get going then!!"

Without even getting a word in, they dragged me right out the door to Howdy's shop.

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Reader's POV

Hurrying to Howdy's shop, holding Wally in my hand, I barged through the door, the little bell ringing to signify people have entered.

"Oh? Neighbor! Wally! Welcome to the Bugdega. Can I help you find anything?" Howdy asked happily, fixing his little hat and setting down a box with his other set of hands.

"Hi Howdy! I was actually wondering if you had any clothes or books? Particularly about dancing!" I spoke happily, glancing around the store, walking up to a couple of pairs of shoes.

Howdy couldn't help but laugh. "Sally got to you to huh? I take it your joining in the competition?"

"Yes, we are, Wally is actually my partner!"

Howdy looked towards Wally, then back at me. "Him?? Wally, I thought you didn't know how to dance, nor cared to?"

Wally rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Neighbor wanted to, and they needed a partner! Simple as that! Can't I help out a good friend?"

Howdy gave Wally a certain look, I figured out Wally's face getting slightly red. "It's not like that!!" He grumbled, turning his head away as I raised an eyebrow, shrugging my shoulders as I went back to looking at the shoes, grabbing a pair of white tennis shoes with a red stripe down the sides. Walking back over to the counter, I put the shoes on them, then went to the books to search.

"Is it so unusual to want to try something different? It's getting hotter out and I'm bored! Besides, a little competition could be fun, and it's good to learn something new. How hard can it be to learn how to dance?" I spoke, finding a book about the different types of dances, as well as the basics, grabbing it as I put it on the counter.

Wally grabbed some water bottles, putting them on the counter as well. "Yes, exactly! Actually, Howdy, we were curious if you knew of anyone else wanting to join?"

Howdy put a hand to his chin, folding his other limbs across his chest. "Hmm... I do believe Frank and Eddie will be entering. I saw those two dancing the other night, as sweet as can be! You know how Frank loves to learn. He probably already has some knowledge, and Eddie is quick on his feet, so that's probably gonna be your main competitors! Other than that, I'm not sure, I believe Poppy was thinking about it but was too nervous, I know she still has time to decide." Howdy spoke as he began to put the items in brown sacks with the Bugdega logo on it.

"Hmm... maybe we can catch them in the act? Maybe seeing how good they are might give us a shot of what we are up against!" I spoke happily, Wally looking over wide-eyed.

"You mean SPY on them? That's not very neighborly! They deserve their privacy!"

"And we deserve to see how good our competition is~" I spoke with a smirk, looking over at Howdy. "How much?"

Howdy looked down at the items. "Hmm... tell me your best joke!"

I paused, thinking a moment. "Why do you tell actors to 'break a leg'? ...Because ever play has a cast."

Howdy erupted in laughter. Man, I didn't even think it was that funny, but his laugh was infectious, and I couldn't help but join in.

"Ok ok that's a good one. Let's hope you two don't get hurt during this. Dance injuries are no joke!" Howdy spoke, waving us off as I grabbed my new book and shoes, Wally grabbing the waters.

"You take care, Howdy! It's been getting hot!" Wally spoke, opening the door for me as we stepped outside, hearing the door shut behind us. I couldn't help but glance towards Frank's house. Wally looked where I was looking and raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, neighbor, let's go put these up -"

"Aww, come on, Wally, I'm sure it's fine to do a little bit of snooping~" I spoke, taking a step towards Frank's home.

"Neighbor, I swear if we don't go back to Home right now -"

I smiled, taking more slow steps to Frank's house before sprinting in its general direction.

"NEIGHBOR- UGH!' I heard Wally yell behind me before following after me. I smiled in victory as I ran towards the tall flower bushes near Frank's home as I knelt down behind them. He kept those for the butterflies and other insects to study. It would only make sense they he grew flowers for the bugs around him.

I could hear soft, slow music play, as Wally finally caught up to me, catching his breath as he sent a playful glare my way. I smirked, sticking my tongue out before motioning for him to be quiet and listen. It sounded like 'Can't take my eyes off of you' was playing, as I heard two voices speaking. Standing up, I peaked through the bushes and fence, seeing Eddie and Frank smiling.

They were both dancing slowly, Frank smiling happily as Eddie looked at him with adoration as the two practiced slowly. You motion Wally to stand up and watch, to which he obliged, staring at the scene ahead of us. He couldn't help but smile softly, and honestly, I couldn't blame him. It was sweet seeing Frank smile, as he often frowned. I couldn't help but be amazed at their dance moves, though. They almost seemed to be pros if it wasn't for Eddie at least, who fumbled on his feet and seemed to mess up on his cues. Frank had more rhythm between the two, but in the moment, it seemed neither of them cared. They were just happy to dance with each other.

Wally and I looked at each other, nodding in mutual agreement to give them some privacy. We sneakily and quietly got out of earshot and began to make our way back towards home.

"Did you see that?? Wasn't that so sweet??" I couldn't help but swoon. I was a sucker for romance. What can I say? I loved reading romance and falling in love with other characters. But loved always seemed to avoid me, maybe one day though someone would sweep me off my feet.

"They are dating after all. Though, it does seem like we have some good competition." Wally chuckled, though I couldn't help but be off in my own dream world.

"I hope one day someone will look at me the way Eddie looks at Frank." I sighed happily, to which Wally chuckled.

"I know someone will. You are the most, I'll say." He spoke simply. I rolled my eyes. He's my friend, of course he would say that!

Finally making it to Home, it opened its doors for Wally and I, as I held onto my book, walking to and sitting on the couch while Wally put the waters on the counter. "We got some supplied, I got some records. We should read through the books next to get a better idea, yea?" Wally spoke, coming to the couch to sit next to me, as I opened the book.

"Yea, that might be a good idea... I do have some musicals that we could watch as well. If you want to, I could read the book to you, and tonight we could watch some movies? Just to get an idea."

Wally smiled, nodding as he looked towards the book. "That's more than ok with me, neighbor." He spoke, sitting with his head against his hand. I couldn't help but smile as I scooted close to him, as I began to read from my book, feeling a pair of eyes on me on occasion as I spoke. Though it was a small start, it was a start in the right direction. I didn't mind reading to Wally anyway, and based on how relaxed he was?

I don't think he minds either.

Authors note

I know this was a more mundane chapter, but we're going to be getting into more fluff and crushes next chapter, so be prepared~

Lovely original request by @conchoyster

#wally darling x reader #welcome home requests #welcome home x reader #wally darling #welcome home #wally darling x y/n #wally x reader #wally x y/n #frank x eddie

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prettyyyathieee · 8 months

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✧˖°.Reo Mikage is your reckless love✧˖°.

Warnings ⚠️: Cheating! Toxic love! Angst! Very Detailed...Snu but without the actual snu. Some curse words as well.

Female reader x Reo Mikage

A/n : Call me stupid but there's something about toxic loves I literally cannot get over.

I literally hurt myself writing this, so I hope it hurts you guys more. KJZXNCVSDHFA I'm kidding. But yeah, I'm kinda proud of this one.

What they didn’t tell you about rich people is they all have their own “rich people” bubble. It’s that special connection or network wherein just by being part of it you could access penthouses for free, get jobs at well-known companies for free, or just simply be gifted free expensive things whenever you show your face.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…magical

You and Reo Mikage were part of the same bubble. Forced into it. After all, having a hundred acre “house” with a couple more “houses' ' on it and several generations of inheritance that will eventually fall on your lap without you breaking a sweat or proving something means connection with only the wealthiest, at least nearly wealthy in your status.

You were always stuck in your own little lavish bubble, protected by your overbearing daddy. It wasn’t that you were taking your privilege as something that you rightfully owned, it was just that you were, in the broadest sense, unaware.

Unlike Reo Mikage, who was the first to show the pretty rich girl how privileged she was. It was hypocritical of him to say you were “privileged” when perhaps his family may even be richer than yours.

Be that as it may, it was Reo Mikage who showed you the real world or shall I say, the fun parts of the lesser side of the city. The arcade where your father would have an aneurysm if he caught you talking to the ‘smoking hoodlums’ as he called them, the fast food restaurants you could run into and cause a scene at 3 am, and of course, the parking lots where you almost had a near-death experience after chasing one of his soccer balls without paying attention to your surroundings.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…all sorts of new experiences

Family businesses turn into lucrative opportunities. Just like how the gatherings of business launches turn into talks of new investments and piles of master-crafted, hand-me-downs of gold jewelry.

That was your life. Until Mikage Reo turned it upside down and set it aflame by tarnishing yours and his reputation.

You might be thinking of fancy candle-lit dinners or masquerade ball dates but no. Unlike his polished facade or his way of hiding his weaknesses like an innate businessman, Mikage Reo was not that kind of person when he was with you. He wasn’t one for showing you extravagance because he knew it would not phase you.

No, with you, Reo Mikage did not feel the need to boast or be competitive at all. He didn’t feel unguarded or upstaged because you were the exact opposite of him. Amazement was readable in your eyes whenever he showed you the ways to have fun without having to involve money– which was all you were really used to. (Although he did a little too much by showing you how to eat and run)

And of course, it was a very interesting experience getting to know your future sister-in-law’s fiance.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…thrilling

Aside from the “dates” you both indulged yourself in, as much as it shames you to say it there was something about doing the “wrong” things that made it so fun. It’s not like it was weighing on your conscience that much either. You know for a fact every other rich person in your family’s country club had a secret lover behind their partner’s back. You’d also bet all of your family's bank account combined that your very own fiance had a secret lover as well.

He hid him or her so well and so carefully that you pitied him because here you were, on the Mikage heir’s lap in an abandoned music room feeding each other expensive cocktail shrimp that you stole from the buffet table.

You always found yourself at inconvenient places at times like this. Whether it be a charity party or a business party, whenever you and reo were in the same building, not even responsibility could hold either of you from hiding yourselves in each other’s arms.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…romantic in a sense

I say in a sense because what exactly is romantic in secretly hooking up with your future sister-in-law’s fiance? Both of your family’s had bad blood because of some petty rivalry that occured even before your parent’s time. So as children, you both weren’t allowed to even go near each other. They only found truce in your fiance’s family, and that did not end well. Not that they need to know

But yes, your fiance’s sister is a great woman. She was smart, pretty and had a good family name. That was all she was to Reo however, a name. Just another name in the endless spiral of rich people to build connections with.

With you however, Reo really did feel something. Unlike his fiance you were responsive, actually appreciative of his efforts. Although his efforts to his fiance were simply bouquets of expensive roses and champagne while his efforts to you were time and unreplicable memories. Unlike his fiance you weren’t cold. The attention he craved, the compliments he was starved of and the rawness of being in love, nothing could rival it for him, not even soccer. And of course, unlike his fiance, you were a girl he could corrupt. And oh how he loved that.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…what stripped you from your innocence

‘Reo, Reo, Reo’ It was all him in your mind.

The way he ‘innocently’ caressed your exposed legs under the table and under your dress. The way his eyes would slowly dart from your eyes to your lips, to your neck to your shoulders, traveling lower and lower.

It was Reo you held at night, not your fiance. It was Reo you share kisses with all of your passion combined, not your fiance. It was Reo that taught you what desire truly is. Reo showed you things nobody could and would never dare to.

Truly, Reo loved the innocence slowly being poured out of your eyes for him to drink. And he enjoyed every drop of it. There was just something in the way you felt around him. So right, so wrong and so real.

He was sure nothing could ever satisfy him ever again.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…exhausting

It was exhausting having to hide your relationship from everyone, and that includes every person you trust because your relationship with Reo would surely be the downfall of both your families. It was hard but only because Reo was passionate about you.

Reo loved touching you, he couldn’t resist it. His excuse would always be “you’re just too irresistible” saying it with a pout you could do no more to refuse his advances. It was nerve-wracking at first. However, after enough time it became weird going a day without spending at least an hour with skin-to-skin contact. And so came the days where Reo wanted to occupy all of your time and vice versa.

Let’s get this straight though, being with him wasn’t exhausting, avoiding him was.

Trying to act like you both didn’t know each other even when you stare at each other from across the room was exhausting. Hiding behind thick clothing with a mask around your face was exhausting. Trying not to show each other off to the world was exhausting. Having to be careful of all your actions was exhausting. But most of all…

Having another woman claim him was exhausting.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…degrading

They knew. You didn’t know how but they all knew. You could see it from their eyes. Even with Reo convincing you they didn’t have a clue, you knew they knew. Your parents knew, evidenced by their disappointed stare. His teammates knew, given by their curious stares. Heck- even the maids knew as evidenced by their snickering whenever they thought you weren’t there, behind their back.

Maybe you were overthinking, it wasn’t you they were staring at, it wasn’t you they were laughing at. You tried to convince yourself, just like Reo did. But alas, as he was blind and you were not. At least, not after someone made you realize.

Her long slender hand grasped upon your shoulder, the engagement ring on placed upon her fourth finger glared at you. Her languid eyes looking directly into your shaken ones. There you saw it, evidence.

Apathy has never felt so horrifying.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…confusing

No amount of begging could get your parents to absolve your future marriage, even after your temper tantrums and threats to hurt yourself. They simply locked you away in your room and had your maids care for you, all while making sure you did not have any means to contact Reo.

Although, when time finally came to let you out of house arrest the news you were greeted with made you question your whole relationship.

Because while you were suffering, rotting away in your room, Reo left for some soccer program.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…wrong

You knew that from the very first day you understood his advances. Yet as Eve had realized, nothing was sweeter than eating the fruit of the devil. And your devil came in the form of Reo Mikage.

It wasn’t all his fault. Sure, he made you think nothing of your whole relationship was wrong because it was born out of love. Sure, he made you endure all sorts of degrading stares and disgusted sneers all while he built his career in soccer.

But you knew he really did love you. Because no one else ever knew what you knew.

Nobody, but you, would ever know about the semi-huge part of the reason he joined blue lock was because he wanted to end your suffering. To cut off the evil vines he was slowly suffocating you with.

And nobody but you knew about the letters he wrote to you everyday while in blue lock, delivered by a boy named “Nagi Seishiro”.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Dating Reo Mikage was…the one experience you will never regret.

You don’t think you’d ever get over him. Not when your news feed was full of his existence for the first few years. He had a knack for soccer, something you wish also didn’t apply to you.

They say grief is the badge of honor for past loves, a sign you’ve loved well but lost. What do we make of longing then? A sign you’ve loved wrongly? It sure felt like that.

Your heart still aches more than a few years later. You would readily admit that you still want Reo but you would never do that to yourself once more.

You’d never heal from him, true enough, however, it was the same for him. Which made it bearable for you, as awful as that sounds.

Reo could never ever rid himself of loving you, not even after the thousands of beautiful girls the world could offer him. Nobody could ever compare to you, nobody could ever be as fit for him as you.

“I see, I see. This next question is for Mr. Reo Mikage” The reporter asked, which caused Reo to stop pestering Nagi and to turn to the audience with a wide smile on his face.

It was a female reporter, a pretty one at that. He gave her a flirtatious wink as she blushed and hid her face behind her bulky mic which prompted a bunch of hoots and teasings from his teammates.

The reporter cleared her throat before she spoke to the mic. “Ehem, thank you for the opportunity-”

“The honor’s all mine, pretty girl” Reo smirked before biting his lip and scrunching his face from the laughs that erupted and the hands hitting his back.

The reporter squealed for a bit before gathering herself together by taking a few deep breaths.

“Um…so…uh” She stuttered. Nodding graciously at Reo’s beckoning face.

“This pertains to your…uh let’s say ritual? Fans have noticed that before each and every game you kiss the bracelet on your wrist…does it have a reason or perhaps a story?” She asked Reo so sweetly that some of the blue lock guys blushed. But those who were close to Reo winced.

Everybody could feel the room turn a little colder as the mentioned player’s smile dropped. The silence only lasted a couple of seconds before Reo, ever the professional business heir, fixed his face instantly making others wonder if what they saw was real.

“It’s personal. Next question.” He spoke to the mic before giving it to the teammate next to him. He was out for the whole interview after that. Not focused nor attentive. Everybody could see that the question may have put him in a tight spot.

Before it was even over, Reo stood up, much to the worry of many, then stormed out without so much as a ‘goodbye’. There in the hallways, Reo buried his hands across his folded arms. He honestly thought everything was in place now, you out of his, out of shame and misery.

Yet as soon as somebody mentions that godforsaken bracelet, he can’t think straight.

“Y/n…What the hell am I supposed to do?” He asked the air, though if you asked him, he’d say he was asking what’s left of you, the ghost of you. He caressed his bracelet with his thumb before pressing a kiss to it. After all, it’s one of the things you left him before he ghosted you.

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nogenderbee · 21 days

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℍ𝕦𝕘 𝕞𝕖!! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bad-the-an-enjoyer request: AAAAAAAA OKAY IM NOT SURE IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT: can i request shiraishi an, kohane, and honami x reader with reader like.. constantly requesting hugs and stuff? thanks :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ OMG AN and girlies!! REQUEST LET'S GOO!!! Also, this made me realize NONE OF THEM have hugs headcanons sooo I kinda included that too for my own satisfaction ^^ So I really hope you'll like it! Because I clearly did hehe Also is it just me or am I finally getting the hang of Honami-?! I feel like it so yayy!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

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✧ Honami is really caring and welcoming, did you really even considerate she could refuse your hug?

✧ she may only do that if she dislikes you or if you don't have pleasent past... but when you're her lover? She's never gonna decline that!

✧ sometimes you need a hug after hard day, week, big challange or generally a hug to know someone's here for you! And she'd be more than happy to do just that~

✧ she's almost never gonna let go first, unless she get's phone call, someone calls for her or there's an emergency... otherwise than that, she's gonna make herself comfortable, make sure you're comfortable, and she can stay cuddled for hours

✧ her hugs are actually so comforting too! She's cannonically strong so if you decide to be little spoon, prepare for that nice feelings of safety in her arms~

✧ and if you prefer being a big spoon? That's also fine! You'll just get more of a comforting feeling as she caresses your hair or fingers

✧ she doesn't even mind if you request a hug in public or private! Hug request is hug request, and if you need it, she'll be there to provide it!

"Oh? Why of course! Did you have a hard day? Or do you just feel affectionate? Either way, I'm ready to listen whatever's on your mind. Now let's get comfortable, shall we?"

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@bleachtheidiot @bad-the-an-enjoyer @miya-akane - come get your apple pie lover~

✧ Kohane is a sweetheart, she may have problem initiating a hug, but how can she possibly decline when you're the one asking for a hug? She just can't!

✧ if it's first time or if you request it in public, prepare for smaller or bigger blush here and there! Don't worry tho, her reaction will be easier with time... she just needs to get used to it

✧ in public, it might be a bit stressing for her, but in private her hugs are way calmer

✧ she's honestly a bit nervous to let go sometimes, but usually she simply is too comfortable to do so

✧ she definitely would prefer to be the little spoon to hide her face when needed, but if you ask for her to be the bigger spoon, she'll still accept it!

✧ and when she's the one spooning you, she'll play with your hair, maybe do a little braid or curls if you and your hair allows her for that

✧ she may get a bit overwhelmed by how often you ask for hugs, but it only takes her few weeks or months to get used to this sweet trait of yours, and you won't even know before she starts initiating hugs naturally!

"As in... rigth now? Y-Yeah... yeah, it's alright. Shall we find more secluded are- Oh! Alright! Let's just do a quick hug here I guess!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer - come get your hamster girl!

✧ An is literally just as affectionate if not more! You think you can be the only one requesting hug? Oh, she accepts the challange!!

✧ you're always clinging to yourselves, it's almost impossible to find a moment when you're not hugging

✧ public? private? what's the difference?! All that matters is that she can hug with you and both of you can relax after long day!

✧ she's definitely more natural in being big spoon and enjoys having her arms resting on your shoulders or back

✧ but being small spoon sounds good too! When she's there, she might as well use you as a pillow and there's small chance she'll fall asleep while in this position~

✧ I just feel like you'd have this sweet competition when you count who asks for more hugs this day... Also, you say the same thing at the same tim! You want hugs, she wants hugs, it's like you're sharing one mind!

✧ thanks to that, she NEVER declines! She doesn't even care to get into comfortable position before cuddling, she can always walk while huggin you which is... a bit funny, but she just can't let go if you're not ready for that yet

"Hey! I want to ask you something! You too? Okey on 3! 1...2...3! Can we hug? Haha! Same thought again! Come here already! I got us blanket and comfy pillows for a reason, you know?"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @qxmmi - come get your star girl~

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siren-serenity · 1 year

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ingame voicelines

what would they say about you? would they murmur sweet compliments or chuckle at your silly mistakes? in which yuu asks these strange students of night raven college about you: and is surprised to find out that they have lovers?

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: reader is not yuu! a/n: feedback is appreciated!

"have you seen y/n around? they promised me that they would have tea with me around this time...oh? they had to stay back to help professor crewel? *chuckle* i always knew my king of hearts was very studious but still..."

"no! yuu, don't sit there! rule 29 of the queen of hearts, only the king of hearts can sit on the right side of the queen! phew, you almost broke a rule. i didn't want to have your head, not during the unbirthday party."

"oh, hello yuu! 'why am i smiling?' you asked? well, *blushes* my king just came to wish me good luck for my riding competition before pinning their good-luck brooch onto my outfit. i'm so blessed to have them..."

"grrr, hey. herbivore. if you see y/n around, tell them to come to their king. i can't sleep without them.....why are you laughing?"

"hm? you asked why did i ask ruggie to get me two sandwiches instead of one? y/n's joining me today to play a round of chess. they've been insisting on spending quality time as a couple, tch. they're so sweet........you heard me? no, you didn't."

"*sigh* the one time i actually want to go to class and i'm being hounded by a curious herbivore...what do you want, yuu? *listens* hmm? i'm gonna go to class because y/n's in it. now, move. they're waiting for me and i have no intentions of keeping them waiting."

"who is y/n? oh, they were someone who i made a deal with in the past. why do you look so worried, yuu? do not fear, i hold y/n too close in my heart to hurt them."

"terribly sorry but i cannot permit you to sit there...why? my beloved adores sitting there, staring into mostro's aquarium while doing their homework is one of their favorites...i cannot allow anyone else to take away their happiness."

"when did i meet y/n? let's see...it was during our childhood. we grew up together; y/n always defended me from my bullies like my knight in shining armor. i still cannot believe that they stayed with me through everything even going as far to joining me at the surface and enrolling in night raven college together. *lovesick smile* oh, what did i do to deserve them?"

"yuu! what a glorious day it is today- hmm? what does 'amour de ma vie' mean? *snickers* your pronunciation is so cute, but needs some work, mon ami! amour de ma vie means love of my life..."

"what do i love about them? why, i could go on for centuries! their smile is like the sun; it gives me life and reasons to live. i could never go a day without seeing their beautiful face caressed by the morning dawn nor could i go a day without seeing their peaceful expression as they slumber into the evening night. *sees yuu's taken-aback expression and laughs* apologies, yuu. i could never shut up when it comes to mon amour."

"excuse me, yuu! please step aside for a moment. *prepares his bow and arrow to fire* don't fear! i'm simply sending an arrow of love to mon amour...*fires before smiling at a shocked yuu* don't worry, the arrow is enchanted to not hurt them, it's a spell of protection from their beloved hunter...*smiles dreamily* i wonder how they shall reply! *arrow fires back, nearly hitting yuu but rests in a grinning rook's hand. he reads it before dashing away but not before shouting over his shoulder* goodbye, mon ami! mon cheri awaits me!"

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1032: Teaching Inari Pocky (Persona 5)

1:45 p.m. at LeBlanc Café.......

Yusuke: (Stares at the Three Mini Sticks Futuba is Holding in Front of Him) What am I looking at exactly?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Pockies! They're Japanese treats that can shared with two partners. (Starts Twisting her Feet Around and Looking Away in a Shy Manner) Annnd I figured since today is a holiday dedicated to the whole thing entirely, that...we could celebrate the occasion by...eating one ourselves. (Blushes a Little) Just the two of us.

Yusuke: I see.....(Gives Futuba a Neutral Smile) Well, seeing that you're more familiar with the custom than I am, i wouldn't mind it if you were to give the proper instructions.

Futuba: (Happily Nodded) No problem, Inari, I got you. (Smirks While Wiggling Her Finger From Side to Side) You just gotta call me Sensei first~

Yusuke: .....How about I just call by your name instead? I don't quite see you as the actual teaching type.

Futuba: (Places her Hands on Both her Hips With a Pouty Look on her Face) Um for your information, Mr Five Star Artist, I happen to be an excellent at teaching things. Last week, I taught the kiddos at the mansion how to execute the inputs on the Raging Demon perfectly and three of them didn't lose a single round ever since!

Yusuke: That is an admirable feat, I must admit. (Crosses his Arms) But I believe my point of the matter still stands on the matter.

Futuba: ('Groans') Fiiiine. You don't have to call me sensei if you don't want to, killjoy.....

Yusuke: (Went Back to Smiling Again) Spendid. Now, shall we begin with the tradition?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly Again) Yep! First things first though: (Pulls Up the Three Pockies in her Hands) Which flavor you wanna try out? We got strawberry, chocolate, and caramel.

Yusuke: (Grabs his Chin as He Stares Closely at his Choices of Pocky) Hmm.....The choices here are already tempting enough as they are.....but in the end, I afraid i would go for the flavor of strawberry for now.

Futuba: Strawberry it is then. (Places the Other Two Pockies Back in the Mini Box Before Taking a Bit of a Deep Breath) Okay, so....after we've chosen the flavor of pocky, we now have to start eating the stick from each sides without having come off from our mouths. Oh and we have to take it slow, so no speeding through this!

Yusuke: Ah, so it's like a friendly competition of sorts?

Futuba: Yeah. Something like that.....(Takes One of the Pocky into her Mouth) You ready, Inari?

Yusuke: (Nodding Once He Already His Mouth on the Other Sode of the Stick)

Futuba: Great. Uhh....L-Let's begin!

And so, the duo begins to eat each sides of their pocky stick as they slowly approaches each other.

Futuba: (So....this is it. I'm actually going to kiss Inari. On the lips... With no turning back or anything....('Groans') Come on, Futuba, get a hold of yourself already! Inari kissed you on the cheek once, and sure, you might've blushed like a tomato after that, but you still survived from dying of flustration after that!.....If that's actually a real word or now, but whatever! All you have to do is wait for the perfect timing for the Kiss, YOU GOT THIS- Wow, his lips looks shiny!....Has he been wearing lip balm or something? Should I start putting some on my lips too? I mean, obviously, mines aren't anything to write home about, but-)

Before Futuba could finish fleshing out the recent thoughts in her mind, her and Yusuke accidentally bonk foreheads with one another.

Futuba: Ow! Damnit! (Winces in Pain as She Starts Rubbing her Forehead) That might leave a mark or two....You alright, Inari?

Yusuke: (Sighs While Rubbing his Forehead as Well) Somewhat....My apologies for headbutting you like that. I was too busy admiring the taste of the pocky that I've started to lose focus.

Futuba: Nah, don't worry it. I got myself distracted along the way too. On the plus, neither of us let the stick out of our mouths.

Yusuke: So the challenge ended in a draw?....(Simply Nodded at the Realization) Hm. I suppose that's something I could get behind- (Suddenly Felt a Viberation in his Body as He Takes his Phone Out of his Pants Pocket and Takes a Good the New Message That Was Sent to Him Before Sighing Again) As much as I would love to stay here a little more longer, I must get going. I promised Hades I would paint a portrait of him for his annual Hellfire Party next weekend.

Futuba: (Grabs her Chin With a Smirk on her Face) Ahhh...now you're doing commissions for the Underworld God now? You've really moved up in the world, Inari~

Yusuke: I wouldn't exactly say that I am, but it is nice for my artistic skills and mindset to gain more attention nowadays. (Toss a Golden Ring into the Air Before Expands into Giant, Dimensional Hopping Transport in Front of Him) Are we still on for Anime Night this evening?

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly at Yusuke) Yep! We're starting off with Chainsaw Man at 7:30. (Wiggles her Finger Around While Winking at the Up and Coming Artist) Don't be late~

Yusuke: (Smirks Fondly Whole Letting Out a Chuckle) I wouldn't dream of missing it.

As she watches Yusuke walk into the giant ring before it starts spinning out of existence, Futuba begins to walk away to the csfé living room and sits down next to Morgana, covered in blue lipstick all around his face, on the Sofa, letting out a huge, heavy sigh in the process.

Morgana: How's the Pocky game with Yusuke went?

Futuba: As well as you expected......

Morgana: (Turns to Futuba) Unsuccessful?

Futuba: (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Yeeeup. We headbutted each other at the last second.

Morgana: Yeesh. It didn't hurt you guys too badly, did it?

Futuba: Nah, it was just an unexpected bump is all. Though, I did thought about how shiny Inari's lips really are up close, so......it's not an (Starts Blushing Again)...entire loss I guess....

Morgana: (Puts on a Bit of a Semi Weirded Out Look on his Face) If you really wanna put it like that....(Gently Pats on Futuba's Knee) Just try not to let it discourage you too much, yeah? There's always next time.

Futuba: Yeah, but I rather try doing that mushy stuff again for at least a year or three. But enough about me. (Turns Back to Mona With a Cheeky Smirk.on her Face) You certainly had a better pocky experience than I did~

Morgana: (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing) Yeah.....But that's only because she was able to figure my motives behind the game by reading my mind at the last second.

Futuba: (Starts Snickering) Getting find out by telepathy, ain't that some crap.

Morgana: (Snickers as Well) Right? But anyways, after that happened, she decided give me multiple kisses all over the cheeks and forehead in exchange. (Starts Smiling in a Dopey Lile Fashion) Which doesn't bother me in the slightest obviously~

Futuba: ('Heh') Yeah, no kidding.

??????: Oh Mona-Chan!~

The duo turns to see the youngest Velvet Girl giggling and happily waving at her boyfriend.

Lavenza: Happy Pocky Day, my dear~ (Blows a Kiss at Mona) I'll be back in the momnet~(Giggles Some More Before Making her Way Upstairs)

Morgana: (Places his Hand on his Cheek While Blushing a Lot More Than Previously) "K-Kay~

Futuba: You really love that girl, don'tcha?

Morgana: (Lays Himself Down on Futuba's Lap) With all my heart and soul~

Futuba: (Giggles Softly While Gently Ruffling the Top of Mona's Hair) Good, good. 'Happy for you, lover boy. (You crazy kids have more luck in romance than I'm having right now....)

Happy Berated Pocky Day Everyone!

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@princekirijo

@albion-93

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

#persona 5 #futaba sakura #yusuke kitawaga #morgana #lavenza #hades (mentioned)#humor #cute romance #morgana x lavenza #futaba x yusuke #maybe (???)#pocky game

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cordeliaflyte · 1 year

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Answer 1: "Say something loving and sweet to her."

Answer 2: "Say that you are looking forward to spending some time with her. Be genial."

Answer 3: "Comment upon the weather," I murmur, knowing that Frankincense must surely desire a word of affection from Rory.

Answer 4: "Er…um…that is…" My mouth is suddenly very dry.

#tally ho

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jam1ru · 1 year

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" THE LAST TUNE "

"You good for nothing!"

!! SLAP !!

As mother's hand layed down my cheek, I looked and remained looking down at the floor - desperately trying to hide my tears. If I were to show my tears, mother would slap me again. Or it might be even worse. I don't want to make this situation even worse.

"Have you forgotten?! You're the daughter of the world's most successful violinist! You are known as a violin prodigy!"

Ah. Yes. Those words - I've been hearing those exact statements ever since my father died. Yes, my father was a great violinist. He was the pride of many violinists. But... I'm not my father. I remained silent. I'm too tired to defend myself. My defense wouldn't be justified anyways, so what's the point right?

"That performance you just showed . Was that a performance of a prodigy? Was that a performance of an expert? Those amateurs who competed before you did a much better job than you!"

Please. Stop.

"I'm sorry, mother. I will do better next time."

"You better be! Go back to your room and practice your next piece, pronto! I do not want to see such a floppy performance ever again!"

There she goes.

I walk up to my room. I have to practice. It's not like i have any other choice right? I picked up my violin and tried practicing.

I practiced. And practiced. And practiced. I kept playing, and playing, and playing. Before I get to finish the last stroke of the piece, my vision suddenly began to blur. I couldn't see anything. I feel dizzy. I feel like I'm about to-

-- THUD --

I woke up, lying down on a white space. Everything surrounding me is white. Am I dead? I believe I only fainted... I don't even have any health-related problems. As I was trying to recollect what happened, I saw someone approach me. It was a beautiful lady wearing a white, flowy dress. She is also wearing a gold headpiece. Words cannot even describe how beautiful this woman is.

"Hello there, Aria."

"Who are you?"

"You need not to know who I am. I am only here to deliver you the news."

"What news?"

"....Aren't you curious why are you here?"

"Of course, I am! What happened to me? Why am I here? Am I dead? Is this even real?"

"Yes this is real my dear, hence this conversation we are having right now."

"....."

"You asked if you were dead already. For now, I'd say no... not yet."

"... i'm sorry.. what?"

"To simply put, you are cursed. You are the chosen one, Aria. As you play the violin,

your body will become physically weak"

I remained silent. Everything seems like a joke.

"Each tune you play will trigger the curse - your body will slowly solidify and will turn you into a stone. If you need proof, take a look on your left feet"

I did what I was told. And there, I saw my feet - covered in stone. It has yet to crumble.

".... why me?"

"You cannot question fate, my dear. It is just how it is.. I'm sorry"

"I see.."

I don't know what to feel. Should I be sad? It's not like there is someone who sees me as an important person. All ny mother cared about is reputation. So I guess dying won't be a bad idea?

"Why do you play the violin?"

I got startled by her question. I looked at her. She looked back at me. Why can't I give an answer right away?

"I-"

"It seems we have lost track of time. It's time for you to wake up."

"But-"

"You can answer my question on a later date. For now, we shall part ways. Take care, Aria"

My vision started to blur again, and then everything was black again.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Are the first things I heard. After a few moments of regaining my consciousness, I felt someome holding my hand. Could it be... mother? With little hope, I turned to my right - there I saw not my mother but my nanny who has been with me ever since I was a child. Ha! Of course, she wouldn't come here. Who am I to her anyways? I tried to move my left feet, and it felt stiff. Ah. Then it is true. Well, I don't mind dying....

It is now the day of the competition. I didn't rehearse nor took any preparation at all. It is now my turn to perform "Caprices" - a very difficult piece. My mom chose this, as this was one of my father's masterpieces. Of course, I have to at least reach her peak of expectations. But... can I? I walk out to the stage, with the audience clapping loudly after seeing my prescense. Then, I saw my mother sitting at the back row. I could tell that she is telling me to just get over it and ignore the people cheering for me.

Ah. I can't do this anymore.

I went on to start the piece. I raised my bow then started to play the first tune. It was very fast. I shouldn't lose my grip. I must ignore the pain. I managed to finish the first half - now comes the second part of the piece. I played and played and played. I can feel my head covered in sweat. My fingers are starting to feel numb. But despite those, I continued playing. I must show my mother that I am worthy.

As I continue to play, I feel my lower half stiffen up. It was painful. I couldn't feel a thing. I must continue playing. My body started to feel heavy. I accidentally knelt down by my knees, but I still continued playing. The show must go on. I looked at my mother. She looks horrified? Is it because my performance got floppy the moment I slowly turned into stone? Is it because of my horrifying appearance?

I don't care anymore. I just need to finish this piece before I die.

The curse rapidly sped up to my torso. It is getting hard to breathe, but I must keep playing. I can feel my feet crumble. I can feel the curse to my throat. No! I have to finish this!

I raised my bow, and just as I was to play my last tune - everything went black.

Ah. This is my fate.

I woke up again, on the same white space I was before. There, I saw the same woman right in front of me.

"I see you already reached your limit huh..."

I looked at her in the eye.

"I was young when I started playing the violin. My parents saw potential in me thus, I was personally trained by them. However, my father died. It was like, my world has crumbled into pieces. But I still have my mom so everything will be all right..... is what I thought"

The woman continued to listen to my story and looked at me in the eye.

"Ever since my father died, my mother became very strict. She wants me to rehearse and rehearse and rehearse. That I shouldn't ruin my reputation. Because of that, I started to hate the violin. I'm not free to play as I desire anymore. All my mother care about is my reputation as a prodigy and the daughter of the violin pride. I couldn't be myself when I play. I just want to rest"

Without knowing, I saw my face covered in tears. I felt embarassed. This is my first timr opening up to anybody. The woman hugged me and whispered to my ear,

"It's ok, Aria my dear. You are now allowed to rest. You are now allowed to be yourself. You are now free. I am very proud of yoy of holding up til now."

After hearing those words, I cried even more. Those are the words I wanted to hear from my own mother, but it never came out of her mouth. I cried and cried and cried on the woman's shoulder. I feel myself drowsing.

"Rest well, my dear Aria."

And everything went completely black again.

-- THE END --

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angryhausfrau-writes · 3 years

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Your Friends Were All Standing Around Looking At Your Cock The Other Dayee...

Interior of the farm house. WAYNE, KATY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN stand around the table, looking at something.

KATY: It's a beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh, it's a gorgeous cock.

DAN, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortably: Now I'ms nots denyings that it's a mightys fines cocks. I just thinks its mights not bes appropriates to have sets outs on the supper tables is all.

KATY: Oh Dan, there's been far worse things than a cock on this table.

WAYNE growls: Better not have been them hockey nutsacks.

KATY: I'm a big girl, Wayne. None of your business what nutsacks I'm spending time with.

WAYNE, begrudgingly: True.

DAN: You knows whats you're afters, miss Katys, and that's what I appreciates about you.

KATY, flirtatiously: Oh, is that what you appreciate about me?

WAYNE: Take about ten, twenty percent off her over there Squirrelly Dan.

DAN, looking at the table: Oh hey look. A cock. What is sets most unhygenicallys on the table we eats off ofs.

KATY: Jesus Dan. Hop off our cocks.

WAYNE: Besides, you're a bigger degen than Dary if you eat directly off the table.

DAN: Where is Darys anyways? Ain't like him to miss such a magnificents cocks.

DARY enters the KITCHEN: Sorry I'm late. Spent all morning wrangling my cock into its cage.

DAN, sympathetically: Its was giving yous some troubles thens?

DARY: Kept making itself all big and plumped up. Couldn't get it to fit in the cage. Ended up having to really wrassle with it for a good long while.

KATY: Could say you had to take your cock firmly in hand there, Dary?

WAYNE: Pert near had to choke that chicken, I'd imagine.

DARY: Pert near.

DAN: But yous gots it settled downs and ins its cage?

DARY nods and hefts a rooster in a wire cage into frame: Yup. Tuckered it out eventually. Now it's placid as anything.

WAYNE: Now that's a handsome cock, Dary. A right handsome cock.

DARY, bashful: Aw, it ain't nothing special. Not like yours, Wayne.

WAYNE SHIFTS OUT OF THE WAY. PAN TO ROOSTER ON THE TABLE.

DARY: Now that's a real handsome cock, and well behaved to boot.

WAYNE: Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Youwannaknowwhat? Here's the scoop and I'm gonna tell ya. I look at your cock and I think, well, I think: good for you buddy. Just like, good for you bud. Like I'm real proud of ya, Dary.

DAN: It's a mightys fines cocks, Dary. Yous gots every rights to be prouds.

KATY: Nothing wrong with a spirited cock, anyways.

DARY, bashful: Still reckon yours'll be the cock to beat down the Ag Festival, Wayne.

WAYNE: Oh it's a handsome cock all right.

KATY: A beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

DARY: Not to be pulling your own horn over there.

DAN: Oh yous shoulds nevers do thats. Leastwise nots ins mixed companies.

KATY: Says you.

WAYNE, abrupt: No hard feelings Dary. Regardless of who beats whose cock.

DARY: No hard feelings.

WAYNE holds his hand straight out for DARY to shake: Then may the man with the best cock win.

LETTERKENNY TITLE BUT THERE IS A ROOSTER INSTEAD OF A DOG.

ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF A FAIRGROUD.

EXTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING.

INTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING. WAYNE, KATY, DARY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN are standing around a table with ROOSTERS in cages on it. The DYCKS and the HOCKEY PLAYERS are also there, standing further down the room.

GLEN enters with a clipboard, officiators badge: Wayne! How're you now?

WAYNE: Good'nyou?

GLEN: Oh, I'm just dripping with excitement to be judging all y'alls cocks. Especially yours Wayne.

WAYNE squints into the distance.

DAN: You're judgings the competitions?

GLEN: Indeed I am, Daniel. Although admittedly I misunderstood the nature of the event when I first volunteered to judge. But! I have plenty of experience judging cocks from my years on the family poultry farm. The cocks I raised as a youth...

WAYNE: Pitter patter.

GLEN: Well, fine. If you don't appreciate hearing about my cock judging credentials.

DARY, snickering: Pretty sure pert near everyone in town knows 'bout those.

GLEN: True but uncalled for, Daryl!

NOAH DYCK, joining the hicks: I for one think it is admirable that Preacher Glen has experience handling and judging cocks. And from his boyhood, once.

WAYNE: Noah.

NOAH: Wayne.

DARY: Mr. Dyck.

NOAH: Daryl.

DAN: Noahs Dycks.

NOAH: Daniel. A pity Lovina Dyck could not make it to the cock judging. I'm certain she would have had she known you were showing your cock. For is it not true, mine wife, that the love tree often bears fruit when a young man parades his cock before his sweetheart, once?

ANITA approaches: What nonsense are you speaking now, Noah?

NOAH: Simply that a Dyck chooses a lifemate in part by how well she-

KATY: Or he.

DAN: Ors theys.

NOAH: -raises a cock. Did not you impress me with your cock raising skills when first we were courting?

ANITA, blushing: You say too much, husband.

NOAH: And did not you help raise this cock which I am showing proudly this day, once? Why without mine Anita Dyck's loving and tender hand, this cock would be but small and limp and lifeless.

ANITA: Us Snatches have always had a way with cocks, as well you know.

NOAH: A good thing too. Us Dycks require a skilled hand with raising our cocks. Lovina will be delighted to know you've raised such a magnificent cock as are being shown here this day. Perhaps I shall send one of my young sons to go fetch her, once. So that she might see your cock.

DAN, hurriedly: Oh nos, I'm nots showings anybodys anythings. That's all Waynes and Darys.

GLEN: Daryl! I didn't realize you were showing your cock today too. Oh, this is so exciting! Me, in the middle of a Daryl/Wayne cock sandwich.

WAYNE growls.

GLEN: Although I don't know how I'm supposed to choose between the two of your cocks. I think it will take some lengthy deliberation.

KATY: This is already taking fucking forever, I'm going to go sit down.

DAN: I'll join yous, miss Katys.

KATY as they leave: Still not over Lovina Dyck, eh?

DAN: I don'ts knows that I'll evers stop thinkings abouts Lovinas Dycks, miss Katys. Ands that's a facts.

KATY and SQUIRRELLY DAN exit.

DARY (aside): Katy's right. This is taking fucking forever.

WAYNE to GLEN: I say again. Pitter. Patter.

GLEN whines.

WAYNE: If a man should be one thing, he should be efficient.

GLEN: Fine. Everyone here? Then lets get y'all registered. What's your cocks' names? I'm sure you've come up with some good ones.

WAYNE: Plenty of good names for cocks.

DARY: Oh, you can have a lot of fun naming cocks.

WAYNE: I'm surprised we're not naming cocks right now.

DARY: Could name one after the fictional prizefighter Cocky Balboa.

WAYNE: Or the legendary real life comedian Chris Cock.

DARY: There's always actor and former wrassler Dwayne the Cock Johnson.

GLEN: Ooh, that's a two-for-one special right there.

WAYNE: Or jazz musician John Cocktrain.

DARY: I like that one.

WAYNE: Not too obscure?

DARY: Nah, it's a gooder. Cultured - but not trying too hard.

GLEN: All right, all right. So what are your cocks' names?

DARY: Cock.

GLEN: Come again? And please note, I'm saying that in a completely different context to the one I usually use.

DARY: My cock's called cock. I din't name the damn thing. I know what it looks like.

WAYNE: Well I should hope so.

DARY: And I only got the one. Not liable to mix it up with someone else's cock.

GLEN: Ok. Fine, Dary. Ruin all my fun. TURNS TO WAYNE. What about you, Wayne? What's the big fella called?

WAYNE: Only nutsacks name their cocks.

RILEY breaking into the group around GLEN: We're all saying our cock's names, boys?

JONESY: Just naming silly cock over here, boys?

RILEY: Just christening silly amounts of cock over here, boys?

WAYNE: Again, only nutsacks name their cocks.

GLEN: Yes, boys. Everyone who's entering the cock judging needs to tell me their cock's name so I can make sure to call out the right name during the handling. It's just so embarrassing to call the cock in your hands by the wrong name...

RILEY: We've got a cock to register for judging, boys.

JONESY: Well, really it's Riley's cock we're entering. And it's a real beauty, buddy.

RILEY: Hey, buddy. It's as much your cock as mine. It is a real beauty though buddy.

JONESY: Just a real beauty of a cock here, boys.

RILEY: Half clapper top cheddar.

JONESY: Guaranteed W. Ferda!

RILEY: Ferda!

GLEN: Now boys, we're talking about roosters here, not actual cocks. Don't feel bad - I too was confused at first. So, while I'm sure Riley's cock is just delightful...

JONESY: It is. He's a registered beautician, buddy.

RILEY: Thanks buddy.

GLEN: Yes. But I just want to stress again – this is the animal we're talking about here.

RILEY: Yeah, boys. Cocks.

JONESY holds up a rooster in a cage: And this is our cock:

RILEY: Four time Stanley Cup winner.

JONESY: Four time Vezina Trophy winner.

RILEY: Hockey hall-of-famer.

JONESY: Goaltender extraordinaire.

RILEY: Terry Sawcock. Ferda!

JONESY: Ferda!

DARY (aside): Kinda surprised they have a whole cock between 'em.

WAYNE: Ain't surprised they share it though, fuck.

DARY: Same way they share a set of testicles. And maybe a tongue.

GLEN: Ooh, don't tempt me Daryl.

WAYNE (turns to RILEY and JONESY): Now where in the hell did yous two nutsacks get a cock from anyways? You better not've stolen it right out from under some poor unsuspecting farmer's nose.

RILEY: We bought it down at the feed store boys.

JONESY: Heard about people keeping chickens as pets boys.

RILEY: How they're so cute and cuddly. Plus free eggs boys.

JONESY: Need plenty of protein to keep up with the gains boys.

RILEY and JONESY flex. GLEN watches avidly. WAYNE is unimpressed.

RILEY: Accidentally bought a rooster though buddy.

JONESY (sadly): Can't get eggs from a rooster buddy.

RILEY: Still a good pet though buddy.

JONESY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us buddy.

RILEY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us on the sofa buddy.

WAYNE: Shouldn't keep farm animals as pets. Fuck.

DARY: Farm animals belong on a farm. S'why they're called farm animals.

WAYNE: Like. You wouldn't let a sow into you're living room. And you wouldn't let a cow into your living room. So why the fuck are you cuddling up on the couch with a cock?

JONESY: Shouldn't knock it till you've tried it.

DARY: I'll knock you.

GLEN: Boys please. Lets not fight. Not when we're all gathered here today for such a noble purpose as comparing cocks.

ALL: Fine.

GLEN: All righty now, let's see. We've got Daryl's cock: cock. We've got Wayne's cock: only nutsacks name their cocks. Riley and Jonesy's collective cock: Terry Sawcock. What do you call your cock, Noah?

NOAH: While there are a great quantity of cocks at the Dyck farm, this is our most quality.

WAYNE: Quality Dyck if you will.

GLEN: Quality Dyck it is.

DARY: Sure 'nough.

WAYNE: Like you see that cock and you say, that's Quality Dyck all right. And no mistake.

GLEN: Mhm! And I know from Quality Dyck. Now, if that's everyone, we can get on with the judging...

MCMURRY barges in: Wait! (Approaching WAYNE) Wayne. How're'you'now? Good'n'you. Ohnotsobad. Okay! (Turns to the GROUP) I, McMurry, am entering my cock in this little competition. So all you sumbitches can make a hole.

GLEN: Well someone's all riled up! You can go ahead and enter your cock right here, McMurry. No need to shout.

DARY (angry): Yeah, no need to bust our balls.

WAYNE (placating): Go have a dart.

DARY (begrudgingly): Yeah, I'll have a dart.

WAYNE and DARY exit.

FADE TO BLACK.

ESTABLISHING SHOT OF THE AGRICULTURAL FESTIVAL.

ZOOM ON TWO COCK SHAKUR PLAYING FOR A CROWD IN FRONT OF THE AG BUILDING.

PAN OVER KATY AND DAN IN THE AUDIENCE.

ZOOM ON GLEN AS HE ENTERS THE STAGE AT THE FRONT OF THE CROWD.

GLEN: How'reyounow?

AUDIENCE: Good'n'you?

GAIL: All this cock talk's got me wetter than a lighthouse keeper's slicker in a Noreaster, I can tell you that much.

DAN: Gailer!

KATY: First Glen is here judging and now Gail's here.

GAIL approaches KATY and DAN.

DAN: Yeah, Gail. I didn'ts know you were so interesteds in the agriculturals.

GAIL: Less interested in the agriculturals than in seeing some. Good. Hand. Raised. Cock. Specially when I heard Wayne's entered in the cock judging.

DAN to KATY: She knows it's nots actual cocks, rights?

KATY to GAIL: More importantly, is Modean's actually closed?

DAN: Tells me it didn't burns down agains.

KATY: This town needs a fucking bar.

GAIL: Nah, Modean's 3 is still alive and kicking sure as this old goat. But when Glen told me he'd be judging cocks at the agricultural festival I figured the whole fucking town'd be here rather than down Modean's.

DAN: Nots a bad turnsout for Letterkenny's first evers ag festival.

KATY: A great fucking turnout.

GAIL: Plus, I get a chance to see Wayne's cock today – and that's worth a day's profits right there.

KATY: Gross.

GAIL: Not that I've actually lost a day's profits. Bonny's been making the rounds at the Ag festival and apparently, business. Is. Banging.

CUT TO BONNY WEAVING HER WAY THROUGH THE CROWD WITH A TRAY OF SHOT GLASSES AND BEER BOTTLES.

KATY and DAN whistfully, along with CROWD: Bonny McMurry?

GLEN (impatient): Can I have your attention please!

PAN BACK TO GLEN.

GLEN: The event we've all been waiting for – I know I have – the cock judging. Lets meet our contestants!

GLEN gestures to the stage like a game show host: First up is Wayne!

AUDIENCE applauds.

WAYNE enters with his rooster and stands stoically, hands in belt loops.

GLEN examining the rooster: An impressive cock. Sturdy. Well built. And a real big fella. Nearly eight pounds, and pure muscle. Wayne, I think you've got a real champion cock here.

WAYNE nods stoically.

GAIL: And that's not the only cock of his I hear is impressive.

GLEN: Oooh, tell me more.

WAYNE: Glen.

GAIL: That rooster's not the only cock almost eight somethings.

MCMURRY (from backstage): Wait, is that measured over or under the balls.

GAIL: And plenty of stamina to make it through those cold Canadian winter nights. If. You. Know. What. I. Mean.

GLEN: No, please continue in explicit detail.

WAYNE: Glen!

GLEN: Ok, fine. (Gestures WAYNE to move to the rear of the stage.) Moving along, next up is Dary!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN examining the rooster: Oh, you've got a feisty one here, Dary. Plenty of personality! A little smaller than Wayne's but still an excellent cock. And those freckles are just too cute!

DARY: Aw, thanks Glen.

GLEN: And I'd happily take a look at your other cock if you want, Daryl.

DARY: Thanks for the offer Glen, but like I said, I only got the one.

GLEN: Oh never mind.

GLEN waves DARY off the stage.

DARY moves to stand next to WAYNE.

GLEN: Here's our next contestant, Noah Dyck!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN: Now this is something special, y'all. An excellent example of a Canadian heritage breed, known for being an excellent layer and quite robust as well. Yes, I think we can all agree that this is certainly Quality Dyck right here.

NOAH: Thank you Preacher Glen. Such comments mean much coming from such an experienced judge of cocks as yourself.

GLEN: Oh, Noah. You'll make me blush. (GLEN rapidly ushers NOAH to stand next to DARY and WAYNE) Anywho, our next contestant is Riley and Jonesy!

AUDIENCE applauds with some confusion.

DAN: What, both of thems? Collectivelys?

KATY: It makes sense. They do everything else together.

DAN: Everythings?

GAIL: Ev. Ry. Thing.

DAN: Katy?

KATY: Can confirm.

DAN: Wow. Didn'ts needs to knows thats.

KATY: You did ask.

GAIL: It's not like we gave you a blow. By. Blow account. But if you really want to know...

GLEN: This cock's a little smaller than the ones we've seen previously. Not as much muscle – might want to exercise it a little more, boys. Just really put it through it's paces.

SHORESY: Yeah! Give your balls a tug titfuckers!

RILEY: Fuck you, Shoresy! Where's your cock, if you think you're so good!

SHORESY: Fuck you Riley! If you want to know about my cock, just ask your mom. She saw plenty of it last night. Rode me so hard reverse cowgirl style I thought she was going to snap it off.

JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

SHORESY: Don't worry, Jonesy. Your mom was there to kiss it all better.

RILEY and JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

GLEN: Well! All audience commentary aside, I think you've got a very shapely cock, Riley. And I think if you put in the time, worked hard and raised it properly, you could have a real champion cock on your hands.

RILEY: Thanks, boys!

JONESY: Yeah, thanks boys!

GLEN: You're welcome. Now go sit down so we can get to our next contestant!

RILEY and JONESY fistbump and move to join the others.

McMURRY pushes forward through the other contestants: Yes, I McMurry am here to have my cock judged in front of all of you. And I'm gonna win this cocksucking cock competition, just you watch.

MRS McMURRY: Knock 'em dead, baby. Love you.

McMURRY: Love you too baby.

GLEN (awkward): Well, this cock's a little on the small side...

KATY: And that's a little bit of an understatement.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: It's fucking tiny, McMurry. I've got a bigger cock hatched out an egg yesterday.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #2: How'd you get a woman like Mrs. McMurry with a tiny cock like that?

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: You're a piece of shit, McMurry.

MRS McMURRY: Don't listen to him. Your cock's perfect, baby.

GLEN: Yes, well. They say it's not size that counts, but in this case – and a few others – that's just not true. Sorry, McMurry. You're out of the competition.

McMURRY: Goldangit all! (Exits STAGE mumbling profanities)

MRS McMURRY rushes after him.

GLEN: Now on to our last competitor! Modean Three's own Bonny McMurry!

AUDIENCE applauds.

DAN: I's hads no ideas she raised cocks.

KATY: I seem to remember her raising your cock pretty frequently there Dan.

DAN: I seems to remembers yous were plentys affected as well, Miss Katy.

KATY: What can I say? I like a woman with a championship cock.

GLEN: And what an excellent cock it is! A little on the slender side, but shapely! And what a lovely temperament. Outgoing without being pushy! Oh, it's just gorgeous!

WAYNE (aside to Dary): Now that's a lovely cock.

DARY: It's a beautiful cock for sure.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

GLEN: I think we have a winner folks! Let's hear it for Bonny McMurry's excellent cock!

FADE OUT TO AUDIENCE APPLAUSE AS BONNY McMURRY ACCEPTS A TROPHY.

SHOT OPENS ON THE PRODUCE STAND. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARY ARE SITTING IN THEIR USUAL SEATS WITH THEIR USUAL PUPPERS. KATYS CHAIR IS TAKEN BY WAYNE AND DARY'S ROOSTERS.

DAN: Recon Miss Katies is going to wants her seats back anytimes soons?

WAYNE: I imagine she's occupied for the evening.

DARY: Can't really blame her. I mean, who knew Bonny McMurry had such a championship cock?WAYNE: Hell, anybody'd want to go celebrate down MoDean's after a win like that. She's more than earned it, showing up all our cocks like that.

DARY: Still, there's no shame in coming second, good buddy.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE: I reckon you're right there, Dary. Andyouwannaknowwhat? Ain't no shame in coming third neither.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE stands and holds his hand out for DARY to shake: Congratulations Dary. That's a mighty fine cock you've got there.

DARY stands and shakes WAYNE's hand: Not as nice as yours, Wayne. Congratulations on the cock.

WAYNE and DARY sit.

WAYNE looks at where the roosters are sitting next to each other: Well, I'll give those hockey nutsacks this. They are cuddly little fuckers, aren't they?

DARY hawks a loogie in agreement.

WAYNE: Still not letting 'em in the fucking house though.

WAYNE, DARY, and DAN take a drink of PUPPERS.

CREDITS ROLL.

#letterkenny #this is essentially one long dick joke #@ jared keeso: call me

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rizavi-m · 2 years

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Okay so~ Aster alongside with Rika and Valerie reaction towards Chizuko's little secret? (Tatsuo as well but it's under progress for now)

Race Explained here.

How the situation will happen. Here (Chizuko's story though)

Also, my friend write that so please credit them!

Well this is very interesting to say the least... I'll try to interpret the story and write something good to the best of my abilities

Also I'm sorry if this took so long, it's been a rough week for me so I hope you understand T^T

~•~

" How is it that you're always a step ahead of me?" A low chuckle resonates throughout the dark room along with the crackling of fire in the fireplace. Aster's chestnut brown eyes set on the girl sitting on a chair in front of him.

" You knew about their race for a long time now, haven't you?" Aster asks, sneering as he does. He receives another chuckle as a reply from Rika, whose amethyst purple eyes light up with amusement as she reads a book.

" Oh no, I learned this just a few moments ago"

" Damn brat..."

" Why is it that when it comes to situations like this, you two always bicker?" Valerie chuckles as she reveals herself. The woman walks towards her underclassman and sets down a stack of books on the table next to her chair.

" What's all that?" Aster asks.

" Books that contain information about the Diabolical Race" The male's eyes widen upon hearing Rika's response.

" Come now, I know that you're just as interested as I am, so let's set aside this little competition we have and learn more about Chizuko's kin, shall we?" The purple eyed girl displays a sinister smile.

* Speaking of, will we ever tell the darling thay we found out about her little secret?" Valerie asks curiously as she leans down to take a quick glance at the book that Rika had been reading.

" I don't think that's necessary" Aster comments as he settles down on the floor.

" It's a secret she kept, so we should keep it to ourselves too"

" Never thought you'd be the respectful type" Rika chuckles, to which Aster responds with a glare.

" But I do agree with you" She says.

" This information can be used as a bargaining chip, you see. So I'd rather not let her know that I am aware of what she's hiding"

" Bargaining chip?... Just what exactly are you planning to get from Chizu?..." The male grumbles, his eyebrows furrowing as his glare turns dangerous. Yet the girl simply grins, with no fear of the male or whatsoever.

" I don't know yet, to be honest" Rika muses. She turns to look at Valerie, who smirks at her as she runs her slender fingers through her dark hair.

" You'll make your final decision soon though" Valerie hums.

" Indeed I will..."

~•~

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #oc interactions #rika moriarty #aster aeris holmes #valerie rosetta adler #i rushed this to complete other asks so im really sorry T^T

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runeterrankhaleesi · 3 years

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Hola 😁 may I have sfw & nsfw hc for Viego with a swordstress who is afraid to falling in love? I'm so glad to have discovered this wonderful blog #$&$&$&#&#@@

[A/N: Aw, how sweet of you, darling, to compliment me. Thank you. I endulged in joy when writing this particular ask. To help you understand the story a little bit more, in here Viego is a king and is still human. You are the Fiora Laurent of the kingdom. In here, Isolde does not exist, instead you are Isolde. To understand more, read his lore. I kept this vague as possible so things would be left to your imaginations. Thank you for requesting darling, you are welcome to ask again.]

SFW and NSFW Headcanons of Human Viego with a swordstress

SFW:

You are a talented swordstress, the best of the best in the country of Camavor.

Not only that, you were also a beautiful woman to the point where countless men had fallen on their knees and asked for your hand in marriage.

You had rejected every single one of them. Finding it disguting that they were only after your youthful beauty.

One day, you had come across a poster promoting about an international competition; a duel to find who was truly a master of the art of sword fighting. It was just your luck that it was being held in the country.

You had entered the tournament. Going through numerous eliminations and passing all of it left you as a finalist.

On the day of the competition, you were representing your home country and you had received a letter from the King himself, wishing you luck.

And after the first match did you turn around and saw the King as one of the spectators, sitting on a large chair directly facing the ring below, where you stood.

You drank all of his features one by one; his shoulder-length auburn hair, perfectly pairing those vibrant green eyes of his. You found yourself staring, longer than you should.

Snapping out of your trance, you quickly bowed as a sign of respect and a silent note that you were moving on to the next round.

As the the tournament dragged on, you found yourself thinking about him, more than you should.

When all ended and you had won, the King had met you personally and well, like all other men whom had met you before, he was entranced by your beauty.

Feeling that he might step into bounderies, he complimented you and congratulated you for winning the competition.

The days that followed were you being followed by the King, and not wanting to be disrespectful had let him. Only after you had enough did you finally confront him about it.

"I wanted to know you better, outside of your dueling. If you will allow me to court you." He had simply told you

"With all do respect, Your Highness, I must refuse." ,was your answer

"Why?" He had ask

"Countless men had asked for my hand and I had refused them. I have no interest in men who are only after my beauty."

"Dear, I am different from them." He took a step closer to you, "Truth, I am enchanted by your beauty since the first time we ever met, yet, when you stared at me from the ring below, strings pulled at my heart and I could not ignore it." He paused, taking a deep breath "Could you give this a chance?" He asked

"Your Highness, I'm afraid not. I fear to fall in love with someone after the bad history of men I dated. I realized that if they were after my beauty then they would throw me away as if I was a piece of trash once I grew old."

He took your hand in his and kneeled "Then I promise, if you'll allow me to court you, I shall prove that I am different from them. I will not throw you away, even if your hair turns grey."

True, you wanted to love somebody and be loved by somebody, but in your case, it was all too difficult. Now, here you are with the King begging for your permission to date you.

"I'll try, Your Highness." You meekly spoke.

Days after that, his courting had make you finally say yes to a relationship with him.

It was a bed of roses.

NSFW:

You seldom being involved with someone, had never done it before.

Viego assures you that he'll take care of you and you trusted him.

Maids prepped you, bathing in you lavender scented waters and clothed you in a emerald green robe made of the finest silk.

Your first time with him was a pleasurable experience.

Viego always made sure you were comfortable.

He handled you as if were something made of glass, fragile and delicate.

Deft fingers traced over your pampered body while his lips sucked the skin of your neck.

He took his time with you-to let you savour the moment.

When Viego had entered you, you had let out a hushed cry of pain, and he whispered sweet things into your ear, kissing your neck up and down to ease your pain.

When you were finished, Viego fetched a warm towel to clean you while he asked if you were okay.

After assuring him you were fine, he covered you with the robe once more, snuggling with you to sleep.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

#viego #viego x reader #lol x reader #league of legends #league of legends x reader #runeterrankhaleesi #Works of Khaleesi

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calypsoff2 · 2 years

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Forty One. Part 5

Watching Chris and Herb just dancing in the club being dumb as per usual, just to see Chris smiling the way he does brings me great joy, how he smoothly just gave me his phone. Chris really meant it that he wouldn’t ever cheat on me, he meant those words and I appreciate him so much, I didn’t ever doubt him but it’s one of those things where you need to not get comfortable sometimes, there will always be another Saweetie, another younger more beautiful me. Women have no loyalties; they do not care for who I am. They want to make a name for themselves and ruin my daughter’s family, I will not let that happen and also my husband wouldn’t, he’s so in love with me and I’m literally choked up about it “Robyn” Chris said, looking at him and then his hand. Taking the blunt from him “what’s wrong?” He moved away from Herb, I laughed out “nothing” I mouthed shaking my head, Chris clearly isn’t taking my word for it as he crouched down to me “you have been drinking, you get all emotional. Talk to me” I just laughed shrugging “thinking about how much I just love you” I managed to say “nothing big” Chris laughed at me, he is an ass “annoying” hitting his shoulder “it’s ok, I love you too. Shall we go to the bar next door” he moved up and pecked my lips, nodding my head. Now I am the one drinking, I need to relax and have some fun at the bar next door. Placing the blunt between my lips “let’s go, we can have a good time next door” Chris said, I am such a wreck for what. There is no reason to be like this, but drinking does make me feel emotionally horny, so let’s do this.

The bar is what I assumed would be smaller booths where we can privately do this, but clearly not, doesn’t bug me and it’s nice to see others singing “I feel like I am judging a talent show” I leaned into Jen, she chuckled “I have the beautiful Rihanna here, this moment is very special to me. My idol Rihanna, wow. So this song is for you” I laughed shaking my head “my husband is right there but I am gay for you Rihanna, I’m really gay for you” the whole bar just fell into a fit of laughter “and this song, is for you” nodding my head trying to take this very seriously “DJ play the song” this girl is drunk as shit, Tina Turner started playing “because Rihanna you are simply the best” she pointed at me, I giggled to myself “thank you” I mumbled “I got some competition” Chris sat next to me “you have and I want you to sing from your heart, alone or together?“ I asked Chris “alone, I got this” I’m glad he said that “well guess what, me and Herb are teaming up” Chris gasped “now y’all teaming up on me but I got you” the music cut off “next!” The girl didn’t even finish off, but she is falling on herself, so they cut her off “Chris, you’re next” the guy at the bar said, looking at my husband smiling “go on then, the mic is yours boo” it’s nice to see him go on stage, he got up from the chair “don’t all shout at once” he said laughing, I started cheering for him “hi, I’m Chris Brown. You may know for being Rihanna’ husband, but what I’m most known for is getting separation papers handed to me by Rihanna, see y’all know in the back. I’m stupid, I get it. But this song, it’s dedicated to my wife, I know boring but if I didn’t then she will be moody with me” my smile grew, he’s already making me giggle “but like on a real, she is Rihanna, but she is Robyn to me, I love her so much, I do. So yeah. I can’t sing so please be kind” I feel so giddy right now “When your legs don't work like they used to before, and I can't sweep you off of your feet. Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love, will your eyes still smile from your cheeks. And darling I will be loving you 'til we're seventy, and baby my heart could still fall as hard at twenty three. And I'm thinking 'bout how, people fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand. Oh me I fall in love with you every single day. And I just wanna tell you I am” I am a mess; I hate him for this. This is so fucking cute “bitch” Tina is recording me crying.

Chris is a cutie for that but now it’s my turn, I have been crying and I am a mess “I can’t wait to grow old with you” hugging him close “I love you” pecking his lips “I think it’s an unfair advantage, Rihanna is a singer” Jah pointed out, turning around to the crowd and they are all staring “who said she can sing” I gasped at Chris, how rude of him “I’m playing” bringing the mic up “I just want to say a big thank you to people that haven’t hounded me, it’s like I’m out with friends. This is all for fun and I am enjoying myself so much and my husband, hearing him sing what he sung, means a lot. But Herb, let them know what we are singing” I smiled at him, Herb is so excited “this is my first debut with Rihanna, I’m gonna need y’all to put it together for Murder INC” Herb is making me laugh “oh my god” shaking my head, Herb and I decided to sing Always on Time. I let Herb pick the song “Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time and I gave you my all, now baby, be mine. I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time and I gave you my all, now baby, be mine” I sang laughing “C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover. You know, the one that swing dick like no other I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain” Chris pointed at Herb as he rapped his part which made me giggle, he chose this not me.

Back at the hotel with everyone and I can honestly say we have come back not drunk, that was the intention. I wanted us to have a nice and fulfilled day tomorrow and honestly it’s nice to remember the night “to be not drunk is better” Jah admitted “good! I think I want an early night” I grinned “oh boy” Jen said, Chris is looking rather handsome, I want to ride him “erm, boys. Can I break this up?” trying to get between them both “I just need to watch the highlights from the game” is he real “but I am horny” frowning at him “I am too but for some Lebron action” I scoffed walking off “not Rihanna being rejected, I mean I would chose Lebron over you too” pushing Jah’ head “I am going to have a early night, tomorrow is going to be long” twirling around to see if Chris cares and he doesn’t, frowning at him “I am going to sleep naked by the way” staring at Chris and he isn’t listening “girl move” I scoffed turning away and walking off, they are so annoying. How can you not want sex with your wife, I am literally offering myself on the table.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder “Robyn” hearing Chris say, he can leave me alone. I heard his ass come into the bedroom “Robyn” shrugging him off “leave me alone” I wanted sex and he didn’t deliver at all “why? Come on baby, I love you. I am here now” Chris pressed kissed to the back of my shoulder lightly “come on, are you naked” sticking my butt out moving him “maybe” Chris chuckled “no don’t laugh, you’re annoying” turning onto my back “how am I annoying? I literally sang beautifully to you and you are doing this? Come, let me see some nipple” pulling the covers up close to my body smiling at him “why are you are being so cute, I just wanted to see the game, that is all and now I am here with you” he isn’t seeing no nipple so good luck to him trying “I love you, I have found a place where we can discuss fertility by the way, I thought we would check it out” letting the covers go “that is nice, I really want to have that boy. I feel like I can only produce girls” I think that sometimes “you mean beautiful black queens, it’s going to be fun to see them grow up, I am excited. I like being a girl dad. But I think maybe, I don’t know I feel like maybe your mother is right? We are playing god” rolling my eyes “don’t let my mother put anything in your mind, that woman doesn’t have sense and can be selfish” Chris chuckled, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead “imagine us with four kids, not going to lie I didn’t see me having that many. I thought maybe two and that was it but when you’re in love, you just end up wanting more” Chris chuckled and leaned down to kiss my lips, Chris didn’t wait to pull the covers away from my body.

I lifted my legs straight up, placing my legs on each side of his shoulder, Chris being Chris “you have such good feet, like they are amazing” he is so annoying “leave them, please” I pleaded with him “please” I said again, he of course pressed kisses to my feet “stop!” I was about to yank them away from him, but he grabbed my calves, he slid his hands up along my thighs, his palms tracing my flesh. I felt a jolt of energy vibrate through me as his wrists hit the line of my hips. He mapped my upper body, not missing an inch, I lifted my arms until I had my fingers linked behind his neck “ah” Chris said smirking, I was in the perfect V. He leaned forward, lifting his hips, and slowly guided himself into me, taking his time, my parted lips, my eyes half-lidded and glassy. I moaned, my head gently rolling back until my long hair tickled my back, sending shiver down my spine “fuck Chris” I rocked my hips “this feels good” I gasped, Chris didn’t even enter me fully and I was saying this already, he shoved himself inside of me fast and hard. Faster, and harder. In and out. And in. And out. So many times, and so fast that I thought I was going to spin out of control “ahh!” I screamed out, Chris isn’t giving me a chance to even stop him, I am gasping.

And then he stilled, pulling almost completely out of me before slowly sliding back in. Our mouths met again, his tongue exploring, spreading my lips apart, seeking my tongue. As he was asulting my mouth, he slowly gyrating himself inside of me. My body vibrating, my eyes closed, head thrown back, breasts heaving, nipples erect. He picked up his pace, whispering sexy nothings in my ear but I am not comprehending what he is saying when I am about to combust. My rib cage expanded as my breathing became ragged, and with barely a warning, the orgasm echoed throughout my body, my toes curled. I closed my eyes, a barely audible moan rising from my throat before a sound escaped my chest, coming from the deepest part of me. My body is a quivering mess, my brain no longer had control over the muscles of my arms and legs and I am afraid I will fall back. But Chris had me, held me as my body shuddered and quaked and trembled against me, before finally calming, relaxing, recovering from the violent orgasm that had rippled through me.

And when I caught my breath, my eyes met his I was ready for him, he picked up his pace again, thrusting into me, gathering speed. He cried out, my name bouncing off the walls as he came. I gripped him, coaxing every last bit of the orgasm from him. My lips finding his, huffing and puffing. He moaned against my lips; it was a cry more than a moan which took me by surprise but also didn’t break away from the kiss. Once the kiss was broken, he gently took my ankles in both hands and helped lower my feet to the floor. We coiled around each other and just stood here, my head resting against his shoulder, my lips grazing his neck as I nuzzled against him.

The group groaned out “that was so nasty, that kiss was literally so sloppy and nasty. Y’all nasty” Jah complained, licking my lips laughing “nobody stopped y’all bringing the other halves but y’all declined, that is not on me now” Tina started coughing “so nobody heard that huffing and puffing last night?” squinting my eyes at her “no Tina, because people were asleep” she is so damn nosey “actually! Defending myself here, I was literally taking my airpods out and then I hear the squealing, that ain’t on me but Robyn you are so fucking loud, Chris she is loud. Please back me up here” pointing at Chris “no comment” he laughed “the car is outside” Rich announced “good, Tina is uninvited! Let’s go and have some fun” let me divert to conversation “does she also moan off key?” Jah said, “I heard that!” Chris held Herb as he laughed so hard, Herb is giggling like a child “fuck off? Like honestly, I mean it” they all are fucking laughing at me “I think it’s ok” Chris managed it say “bye” I am leaving all of these here “Rich come” Jah cackled out “sorry, I just had too. I love you boo!” he can stick that shit right up his fucking ass.

Theme parks are always fun but then it’s the fact we have to contend with the public which I don’t mind but I wish I would have some privacy with my peers, we are stood at the barriers waiting to go on the Dare Devil ride “are you still not talking to me” looking behind me and at Jah “why would you think I am not huh?” turning to him “because I said something funny? I mean to me it was funny but to you not so much” rolling my eyes “whatever” looking over at Chris and Herb “your man has got fans, I never notice until I was on live, and they were speaking on his country dick” folding my arms across my chest “mhmmm yeah, I am not sure if it’s because he is so loyal. Maybe it’s because he’s off limits, I mean he is handsome but look at them girls” I am stuck with Rich blocking the view from fans and he’s there with the fans just talking to them “yeah, they were talking about VA” Jah said, he says that but they are giggling so what is the truth “but they are laughing, he is being friendly, a little too friendly to say the least” I am not happy, turning away from them “you are not nice, relax” Jah said, he says that but like why has he got fans, for what.

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“Every. Single. Time.” based on Exodus 16:2-4, 9-15

As far as I can tell, the stories of the wandering in the desert are stories of the people learning dependence on God. Many of the stories of Exodus repeat the narrative “(1) Something was wrong, the people were worried. (2) The people complained. (3) God provided.” Since deserts aren't super hospitable to life, they make sense as places people can learn their dependence. The writer of Deuteronomy ends up worrying that once the people enter the “land of milk and honey” they'll forget that they are dependent on God. In the early centuries of Christianity the “Desert Fathers and Mothers” returned to the desert to seek connection with the Divine, and learn again the lessons of dependence.

Historically, there are some reasons to question the overarching narrative of the 40 year wandering in the desert. It may be MORE true that some of the proto-Israelites were desert nomads for a prolonged time in their history, and some of the proto-Israelites were slaves who had escaped from Egypt, and some of the proto-Israelites were Canaanites who decide to follow YHWH when the nomads and former slaves told their stories about YHWH. I rather like this idea, because it is pretty easy to see how nomadic hunter-gatherers in a harsh desert climate would definitely experience the gift of life as a gift from God. And, that their descendants who lived a more settled and fertile existence could relatively quickly change their minds about how lucky they are to be simply alive.

I rather like how these stories begin. The people are frightened for their lives. There is a lack of FOOD or WATER, and those are seriously dangerous lacks. The stories present frightened people as appropriately and realistically negative. They grumble. They mumble. They complain. They romanticize their former lives. In this case, they say, “If only we had died by the hand of the LORD in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the fleshpots and ate our fill of bread; for you have brought us out into this wilderness to kill this whole assembly with hunger." And, I'll admit, I feel for Moses and Aaron. That ISN'T FAIR. It isn't even TRUE. But, I also feel for the people, because when humans are frightened for their lives, they really can't be held accountable for being “unfair” much less have reasonable perspective.

In these Exodus stories, every single time, God intervenes and provides. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Sometimes Moses and Aaron get annoyed, sometimes God gets annoyed, sometimes as a reader it gets annoying that they don't learn how to trust faster, but God provides EVERY SINGLE TIME.

And I have some feelings about that, because in our world today there is both an abundance of food and an abundance of hunger. Based on both the stories of our faith and the miraculous food producing capacity of the earth, I'm pretty sure that the story is STILL that God provides. But... human beings get in the way. We hoard (the US government is one of the worst), we promote “competition” for who gets to eat, we blame the hungry for being hungry, and we permit wealth to rise to the top no matter the cost to the bottom.

God provides.

Humans intercept.

The challenge is not scarcity – there is enough. There is MORE than enough. The problem is distribution . That is, the problem is acting out the belief that all people are worthy of surviving and thriving, as beloveds of God.

Around here, we try to do our part to change that story. We promote the humanity and belovedness of all people. We have a free breakfast, and we give people extra food to help them make it through the week. We advocate for policies to alleviate hunger everywhere in the world. We donate to SICM and help with summer lunches. We educate ourselves about food distribution, and work with “Bread for the World.” Our tithes and offerings promote justice and compassion programs around the world, and our extra gifts to UMCOR just add on to it.

But, it is a big problem and there is lot of work to be done to BOTH feed all of God's people AND change policies so we don't allow anyone to be hungry.

Some of the reason I said all that is because it is true. Another reason is because I'm about to take this story metaphorically, and I could not do so in good faith until I also took the literal meaning of hungry people seriously as well. Especially now when A LOT more people are hungry world wide then were before the pandemic.

When I first considered this passage, my attention was drawn to that complaining and yearning for Egypt. It seemed worth talking about our yearning for what used to be, and how the yearning can erase the realities of the past – things like slavery for example. Much of what I hear, and a good portion of what I experience these days is a yearning for pre-pandemic times. Recently, after I'd shared a bit about how odd it was to give birth during a pandemic and how unexpected parenting a baby during a pandemic has been, a perspective person said, “Well, and you got pregnant before the pandemic, you didn't sign up for any of this.”

I sighed with relief, like you do when someone really understands. Also, I think that applies to all of us a little bit. The things we were thinking about, planning, and even worrying about 2 years ago all changed on us in early 2020. And we didn't sign up for this! The stressors and conflicts we live now we wouldn't have been able to dream 2 years ago. And we didn't sign up for this.

2 years ago wasn't great. It really wasn't. There were serious injustices happening, and the things we were worried about were real. Comparatively though, I see why we want to go back. I can even see why the people grumbling in the desert would have wanted to go back. With death looming, anything else looks better. But Egypt wasn't their future, it was their past. And we aren't going back to pre-pandemic times either.

The wandering in the desert, as the story says, was important for forming the people, forming their faith, teaching them their dependence on God. It got them ready for the Promised Land, but it was so hard and so terrifying, there were a lot of times they thought going back was worth it. Without knowing what the Promised Land would be like, or when they would get there, the only things they knew were the terrifying lack of resources of the desert and the utter oppression of slavery.

For most of us, our pre-pandemic times weren't THAT bad, but I hear people saying now, “Having had a break from it all, I don't want to live like that anymore.” We're different. We've been formed by this time in the desert. We're still being formed by this time in the desert. I'm not sure when the Promised Land is coming.

As much as the desire to go back to Egypt caught my initial attention, I couldn't help but notice that it is only the beginning of this story. This isn't the story of landing in the Promised Land. This is a story of having God provide. This is a story of there being BREAD on the ground in the desert that would sustain the people AND quails flying overhead for protein, and both of them being gifts of life from the God of life. (In the desert, where other people didn't interfere with God's gifts.)

This is the story where God says, “'At twilight you shall eat meat, and in the morning you shall have your fill of bread; then you shall know that I am the LORD your God.'" And then when it happened, and the bread showed up, the people said, “What is it??????”

And this is where I think God is leading me today.

We're in the desert, dear ones. Whatever our roles and circumstances were in Egypt, it is far behind. Whatever our roles and circumstances will be in the Promised Land, we aren't there yet. We are DEEP in the desert, learning our dependence on God. And that means that God is giving us gifts that we desperately need to survive.

And most likely we're responding along the lines of “Huh?” or “What is THAT?” Or “I'm not sure I want that.” Maybe more than anything we're thinking, “I'd rather have bread from Pereccas, or Gershons, or Friehofers.” These gift that God is giving, we might not even recognize them. We might not want them. We might be a little horrified.

Today's story ends with Moses telling the confused and hungry people, “It is the bread that YHWH has given to you to eat.”

What is the bread that God is giving to you to eat right now? How are you feeling about it?

Holy One, help us see what you are giving us, and help us receive nourishment from what you offer. We are tired, weary, weak, and frightened people. Your nourishment is what we need to go on, and we know that this desert wandering is not your final plan for us. Amen

August 1, 2021

Rev. Sara E. Baron

First United Methodist Church of Schenectady

603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305

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http://fumcschenectady.org/

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#Desert #Manna #What is it #Every Single Time #God Provides #Thinking Church #Progressive Christainity #Rev Sara E Baron #FUMC Schenectady #UMC #Sorry about the homophobic UMC world #We're working on it #Pandemic desert #God STILL provides #Hunger

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A Silmarillion fanfic, chapter seven of seven – Carnistir/Tuilindien

Chapter length: ~3,000 words; Story rating: Teenage audiences

A/N: There is a time skip between the last chapter and this one of several years during which Carnistir and Tuilindien live happily, pursuing their various crafts and occupations.

As usual I'm being partially compliant with Laws and Customs of the Eldar. Both POVs in this chapter, which means that for once I managed an equal amount of point-of-view time (3,5 chapters) for both characters.

Warnings: Fear of infertility (I don't know if that's even possible for elves, but the fear is there anyway); Pregnancy (zero physical details); A tiny bit of religiousness (Tuilindien is religious, though I don't often mention it)

Fëa, plural feär = spirit, soul

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Chapter VII // Long-looked for

They have not been married for many years when they begin wishing for a baby, quietly at first and then with all their heart. On some level they have wanted children since they were courting, and by the time they were betrothed and Tuilindien's sister had her baby, Carnistir's heart ached at the sight of the little girl who looked so much like Tuilindien.

Not that they aren't happy together, very happy, just the two of them. To Carnistir's constant amazement and relief, his temper and his awkwardness and all the other things that make him clash with other people rarely make him clash with Tuilindien. And it seems that he is capable of what he has most wanted since the day he met her: to make her happy.

The way she comes to sit on his lap at the end of dinner, and nestles against him at night, and asks for his touch with words and without, and lets him rest his head in her lap when he is tired in spirit or body, and sighs and moans and sobs and altogether makes wonderful noises in their bed at night – it all tells him that she is happy with him. Even he cannot mistake those signs.

The way she is eager to tell him of her day and to hear of his, and how she listens and asks questions as best she can though their callings are very different and she doesn't always understand what he does, and how she laughs when he makes the same joke for the hundredth time, or fumbles the delivery of a new one more often than not; and how they rarely run out of things to speak of and when they do, they are content to be silent together.

The way she smiles her quiet little smile, calm and content, as she sets out on the tasks of her day, and the way she welcomes his family when they visit, however noisy or messy they are (Ambarussar grow less messy as they grow older, but show no inclination to stop being so loud), and the way she walks, confident, in the house he built for her, and wanders in the garden she designed, filled with simple happiness he can feel from far away.

And he is happier than he ever hoped for. Before he met her, when he was already of an age when many had met their loved one and married, he didn't dare think much of love and marriage. He can admit it to himself now. He assumed that finding a spouse would not be easy, with his reputation as the least personable of all the house of Finwë and anyway, he had several crafts he wanted to pursue and better himself at, and he…

Hadn't dared to look for a wife and a family of his own, though he couldn't help wanting that. He'd thrown himself into studying and working and told himself and everyone else that that was the reason he didn't try to find love. How fortunate that he just… stumbled upon Tuilindien when they were both escaping the hubbub of a party.

And now they have many years of love and contentment in their marriage behind them already, and more and more they long for a child. Tuilindien asks to hold any baby that she meets, and Carnistir makes plans for a nursery in his head, too many plans to even fit in one room.

But their hope is not immediately granted.

It sometimes takes time, years even, for the desire for children to bear fruit; and it turns out that it does for Carnistir and Tuilindien, for all his murmured hopes and all her whispered prayers.

It doesn't make him angry, miraculously, but it does make him unsettled, and Tuilindien sad.

Carnistir doesn't know who to talk about it with. In the end, as usual when what is on his mind has anything to do with marriage, he finds himself at Makalaurë's house. Failing to think of a polite way to enquire, he asks bluntly, 'How come you and Tinweriel do not have children? You have been married long enough to have more than one.'

To Carnistir's relief, Makalaurë doesn't appear to be offended. 'We haven't found ourselves wanting children', he replies. 'There are so many other things to do.'

Carnistir grins, feeling much lighter now that he has begun the conversation. 'So many songs to write', he says.

'So many dances to choreograph, for Tinweriel.' Makalaurë gestures expansively. 'So many poems to write, too, for me, and performances for us to direct together, and so on.'

'Hmm.' Carnistir thinks. 'I want to do many new things, too. To try design new kinds of buildings, and to build a supply line of that rare limestone Curvo found in the north-east, and…' he shrugs. 'Many things. And Tuilë wants to write a book.'

Makalaurë chuckles. 'The one she's been planning together with Ambarussar? That instructs teachers on how to best teach language to badly behaved children?'

'That's not how she'd describe it', Carnistir laughs. 'But yes, that one. She has been interested in didactics lately. Yet she wants a child more, to nurture and love and raise, and so do I, although I'm… honestly, Cáno, I am terrified that I will not be very good at the nurturing and raising.'

'You will do it in your own way', Makalaurë says with the quiet encouragement that sometimes seems at odds with his other, more flamboyant habits, and makes him Carnistir's favourite brother to seek support from. 'You are a very good husband – it is clear enough for anyone who sees even for a minute how you are with Tuilindien. You are good at taking care of those who are your own.'

He continues, 'I am not well-versed in the philosophies or theories of it, but I think that the yearning for a child is similar to how you cannot help falling in love with someone. You are either struck with it, or you are not. Tinweriel and I have not been, and you and Tuilindien have.'

'Tuilindien wants it so very badly that I hate it', Carnistir says helplessly. 'It is harder to bear watching her suffer disappointment day after day than it is to bear my own. I want to do something to help her, but I don't know –'

'There is only one thing to do to have a child, is there not', Makalaurë says drily.

Heat rises to Carnistir's cheeks and he says, 'Don't be smart, Cáno. Of course I know that, and we are –' he waves his hand around stupidly '– certainly trying our best. I only wish I could make her feel better.'

Makalaurë's expression softens. 'Just hold her close and tell her everything will be alright', he says. 'Because it will. You will have your long-looked for baby, even if it takes some time. Be Tuilindien's strength in the meanwhile, if she falters.'

'I know, and I will.' Carnistir takes a deep breath. 'I shall try to be patient.'

'Not your forte, I know', Makalaurë says with a wry smile. 'But you are doing well.'

'Better than Tuilindien, for once. It is very strange.' Carnistir rises from his seat, declining Makalaurë's offer of opening a bottle of wine. He wants to go home to his wife.

He feels better as he rides home through the city, even though he did not speak to Makalaurë of his worst, deeply hidden fear.

The fear that they might simply be too different, he and Tuilindien, for them to have a child together, or that at least it will take a very, very long time for Eru to find a fëa that is fit to be the child of such conflicting personalities.

That unease and fear is only worsened when Curufinwë and Netyarë announce that they are going to have a child. They have been married for several years less than Carnistir and Tuilindien.

Carnistir is glad for them, he is, but there are so many different emotions mixed with his gladness that it is very difficult to express it and congratulate them like he should. Curufinwë's smug grins and declarations of how happy he is to be the first of all his brothers to father a child of a new generation certainly do not make it easier.

Curvo has always been competitive in things that shouldn't be competitions.

It rankles Carnistir to lose, especially in something that causes him grief, too, the not-having that feels like the loss of something he never had.

Tuilindien is lonely in a new way.

She was lonely in Tirion at first when she married Carnistir. She had him, of course, her beloved, the heart of her world as she navigated living in a new city among a new people.

Then she made enough friends and acquaintances, and got to know Carnistir's family better, that the loneliness slowly faded until one day she realised it was gone.

The new loneliness has crept in as slowly as the old one disappeared. Their home has started feeling too large, too empty, too quiet. The unused rooms Carnistir built for their children call to Tuilindien now, and she goes to them and lingers in the doorways, seeing things there that are not there.

She didn't expect the yearning for a child to feel like this: like an absence.

But that is what it is, and one night when Carnistir carries her to bed after brushing her hair, she holds on to him and says, 'My love, I want us to have a baby.'

And even before he speaks – it takes him a moment – there is a wave of delight from him, so strong that Tuilindien is glad she is already lying down so the wash of it through her doesn't make her feel faint, only happy.

'Yes', he says. 'I mean – I want it too. A child of our own. It is time.'

'It is.' She pulls him down to kiss her, and to lose herself in him so they can make something wonderful that is all its own person, theirs to care for.

But despite all their eager expectations and their ardour, that wonderful thing does not happen instantly. It doesn't happen soon; it doesn't happen for several years.

As time passes, they find themselves in the unusual situation of him having to encourage patience and faith and trust in her.

'We will have a child', Carnistir whispers to her, lifting sweaty curls away from her face one night. 'Do not worry, my love.'

She kisses him and wishes she could have him again straightaway. It is so sweet of him to comfort her when she can feel that he is in need of comfort himself; for he is no good at hiding anything from her in moments like this, moments when the sweat is still cooling on their skin and his heart still beats fast under her hand, and the bed is warm from their lovemaking.

He tells her to trust, even though there is worry and doubt in his own heart. His effort at comforting is worth no less because of it. He has strength and tenacity and endurance that spills over easily from him, supporting her, as easily as the anger that with its ferociousness sometimes tires her spirit.

Tuilindien loves him with all her heart and spirit and body, and she tells himself that she can be happy with him without a child until Eru gives them one.

She prays to Eru and to the Valar, though she knows well that all fëar are made by Eru alone, and given by Eru as children of the Eldar. Tuilindien has never prayed to the Father of All before; she never had cause.

She prays and hopes, and she loves Carnistir, and yet she is growing lonely and fearful.

She dislikes her own weakness greatly, and is ashamed of her lack of faith. After all, there is no reason to think that they will not have a child when the time is right.

The disappointment of not finding herself with child, day after day and week after week and year after year, even begins to sour the act of joining her body with Carnistir. That act has been such a delight to her and him alike, that way of being close and finding pleasure in each other. Tuilindien does everything she can to not let it grow sour.

Just like meeting Carnistir, meeting her child comes when she doesn't expect it.

With Carnistir's support and a large dose of self-discipline, Tuilindien has just managed to talk herself into not worrying for a while, and not praying excessively. So instead of a morning prayer in the orchard where she has built little altars to all the Valar, and often prays to Eru too, she just walks around among the fruit trees she loves. Carnistir has ridden off to a worksite, but she has a quiet day of writing ahead of her.

It rained at night, the pouring rain and whistling wind outside their bedroom windows making their warm bed seem even cosier – Tuilindien still gets cold easily in Tirion – and now in the golden morning light everything shines anew.

It is spring. Tuilindien smells that green scent in the humid air, hears many birds singing on bud-bearing branches, and sees new life growing and blooming all around her; and feels inside her something that was not there yesterday, something that wasn't noticeable just moments ago when Carnistir kissed her goodbye and left, something –

Tuilindien falls to her knees in the wet grass that is just turning green again, and she cries ugly, racking, wordless tears of joy until it hurts.

With those tears and with all of her own fëa that she can gather and control, she tells the tiny spark of life and light inside her how loved they are already, how long longed-for, how welcome and dear and sweet and beautiful. She wraps her own spirit around the small fëa, surrounding them with all her warmth and strength and love. She would lie down and curl up around her stomach physically, too, if the grassy ground wasn't so wet and cool.

She doesn't write a single word the whole day. She cries and she smiles and laughs, all over the garden and house, caring not a whit about how strange the servants must think her.

After some hours of wandering around she gives in to the temptation to linger once again in the doorway of the room next to their bedroom, the large light-filled nursery that they have kept empty of everything but their hopes. Now Carnistir can begin commissioning or building furniture and Tuilindien can ask Netyarë to paint the walls with beautiful colours and sweet images – perhaps some paintings of Tuilindien's parents' home on Taniquetil and her family's farms on the plains of Valinor, to make that side of their heritage familiar to the baby, too.

Tuilindien feels like she cannot wait for Carnistir to get home. She would send word to him but he had several places to go to during the day, so any messenger she sent might just end up chasing him around him.

So she waits. She drags a comfortable chair to the empty nursery – all their furniture is so very sturdy and heavy, difficult to move. Snowdrop comes to investigate, and Tuilindien has to shoo her away with the tip of her slipper so she doesn't get hurt.

Tuilindien sits down in the chair by the window, sets a blanket on her lap, closes her eyes and slips to silent communion with the little fëa inside her, dreaming together of things to come.

Carnistir finds her there, lost to the surrounding world still, their cats napping beside her chair.

From the doorway he asks, warily, probably thinking that she has fallen to some new low of depression, 'Why are you here, Tuilë?'

She shakes herself out of her reverie, but keeps her spirit closed to him for now. She tells him, 'Come here.'

He comes, brows drawn and body tense. He gets so very worried about her.

Softly, Tuilindien says, 'It is nothing bad, my love.'

'Then why are you acting so strange? Tell me.'

She rises. 'I do not even know how to tell you. This morning I went into the garden –' and her words fail her.

She looks into his dark expressive eyes that she hopes their child will have, and she takes his hand and moves it to her stomach. Though she knows that he cannot feel anything there yet: it takes longer for the father.

But he can feel her when she opens herself up to him and lets him feel all her joy in the communion of their two fëar, his and hers.

'Oh', he says in a strangled voice. All his tension is gone, yet he almost shakes. Gently, with more reverence than his fingers hold when they place offerings on altars, he caresses her stomach. 'Are you certain?'

'I could not be uncertain', Tuilindien answers. 'The feeling of another spirit in my body, separate but touching mine, is so strange and distinct and wonderful.'

'I am jealous', Carnistir says, perfectly serious.

'You will feel them soon enough', she comforts him. 'Only for a little while they will be mine alone to watch over and nurture.'

'You will be the best mother', he says with conviction, raising his hand from her middle to hold her face with both hands and kiss her so swiftly that she has not time to assure him that he will be a wonderful parent, too.

It is the happiest kiss.

'How does it feel?' he asks fervently. 'I cannot wait to know. I cannot wait to get to know them.'

Tuilindien smiles, and cries again. This time Carnistir is there to hold her up, and hold her close, and whisper hoarse hopes and plans in her ear.

A/N:

From Fair: I know exactly what I want And it’s this life that we’ve created Inundated with the fated thought of you

You will wrest the trope of elf mothers-to-be feeling the fëa of their child inside them from my cold, dead, still-gripping hands. I used the pronoun 'they' for the child because Tuilindien doesn't know the gender yet.

Thank you for reading, warm virtual hugs to all commenters, and see you for the sequels! Because I have several planned/partially written, both fluff and more angsty stuff. However, I never know when I manage to finish fics so I don't know when those will be ready to post. You can subscribe to the series on AO3 to get a notification when I post something new.

Also, I might add chapters to this fic later, if I come up with small one-shots about the early years of their marriage.

#silmarillion fanfiction #tolkien fanfiction #caranthir #caranthir's wife #tuilindien #this life that we've created #my fics #elesianne's fics

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hergan416 · 4 years

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First line meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @touchmycoat and I will pass this on to anyone who wants to do it. Even if I don't follow you, or you don't think I mean you, I mean you if you think this sounds fun. Feel free to tag me so I can see what you learn!

About formatting--I am considering each chapter in the fic "Thirty One Days" a unique chapter for the purposes of this meme, as they are written to be loosely connected one shots.

I am using both of my pseuds to better get a picture of my writing history, so if you end up looking up my yugiomo pseud...know that there WILL be omorashi and consider this your warning. If you do not know what this is, and are over 18, use urban dictionary or something.

Astonishingly, all of the first lines of all of the fics are tumblr safe. Horray. Most of the fics aren't. If you look up any fics, PLEASE pay attention to the ratings on AO3, and any content warnings.

Patterns: Every. Single. One. Of my new (2019 holiday season forward) fics starts with the name of a person and a paragraph. This paragraph immediately sets up the person's thoughts. Previously, I had begun fics with much more action, often with dialog, or specific thoughts or actions. "Keijo!!!!!" was sitting in my drafts for years before it was finished and posted, so it makes sense that it followed my old format, despite falling on the newer side of the break I took writing. (It is the only thing I published besides the 2018 YGOME before the 2019 YGOME started me writing again.) The long break coincides, to my memory with the tumblr purge and me entering a long-term relationship with my current partner. I should maybe think about adding more action into my writing again.

15. "War of Love: The Game" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Draw!” Atem yelled as he pulled the card out of the deck and looked at it.

14. "Dignity Lost! The Ship Ride to Duelist Kingdom" (yugiomo pseud, and yes apparently I'm mainblogging that now). --- Anzu grit her teeth as she listened to the gentle sound of water on the hull of the giant boat, every wave torturous to her ears. Finally she stood from her position crouching next to Honda. “I’m at my breaking point,” she complained, her voice a slight whine.

13. "Paladins: Champions of the Realm" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Enemy double kill... enemy triple kill!” the automated voice announced. "Enemy killing spree.”

12. "Failure" (yugiomo pseud) --- Stupid Kaiba and his stupid rules! Jounouchi thought, desperately working at the restraints that held him him in place. Who even made desks like this anyway? It almost seemed like the chain was built in, like it was meant to be on the desk. But that couldn’t be right. Kaiba had said he’d had this desk as a kid.

11. "More Sex Play" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Want to play something other than Duel Monsters this afternoon?” Atem suggested to Kaiba as he dug through the golden box for his deck. “I live in a game shop, surely there is something else you’d like to try to beat me at.”

10. "Alone" --- All Kaiba wanted was to shrink away from the music, the noise and the crowd. He didn’t want to play this part anymore, but he had to, for Mokuba’s sake. Mokuba was all that was left.

9. "Trying (On) My Patience" -- “Look, all I’m saying is that you need to find something other than a discarded school uniform to throw over your shoulders. And maybe some better jewelry.”

8. "Keijo!!!!!" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Don’t you think we should check it out?” Atem insisted, his intense gaze meeting Kaiba’s across the desk. “It’s the latest competitive fad in Japan. According to Yugi, men are going crazy for it.”

7. "Liquid Gold" --- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XaS93WMRQQ

Atem sat at the computer, simply searching the internet while he waited for Seto to finish up with his work. While he almost exclusively had been using this specific computer in Seto’s office space since coming back from the afterlife, occasionally Seto would use it to set the ambiance while Atem was gone. What Seto didn’t know is that Atem had figured out how to search the browsing history, and that he had recently seen that there were nearly 20 plays of the same youtube video.

6. "All I Want For Christmas..." --- Yugi yawned as he watched out the window of the Kaiba jet . It was the private one, not the blue eyes white jet; Yugi had always been secretly nervous about that plane’s capability of flying, and regardless, there wouldn't have been enough room for Mokuba, Yugi, and Seto to fly in the dragon-shaped jet together. He’d been woken by the announcement of the plane’s descent, as dawn broke over the unique arrangement of city and harbor that forms Sydney, Australia.

5. "Help Me Doctor (I Have Sinned)" --- Marco always had an eye out for sails as he went about his daily tasks on Whitebeard’s peaceful home island. He’d been expecting Edward Weevil to make his way there eventually, and in the meantime needed to protect the small island from bands of low-class marauders. So, when he was walking down the beach and he recognized the telltale black flag, he immediately pulled out his spyglass. The jolly roger showed a skull surrounded by a fluffy pink scarf, with giant red lips and a brown and pink tricorne on its head, and Marco’s heart rate immediately increased.

4. "Shimmering Blush" --- Tony Tony Chopper woke up bright and early, excited to go back to see his friends. The last two years in Birdie Kingdom without seeing any of the other Straw Hats had been long, even with the new friends he’d made here. He knew he was stronger, and would do his best to support everyone now that he would finally get to see them again.

3. "House On A Hill" --- Marco wasn’t about to listen to Katakuri (of all people) lecturing him on selflessness. They both had always been the kind of people that would prioritize their families over themselves. That was why they had ended and Marco was cursing Katakuri for not leaving the island after yet another ill-advised tryst.

2. "Relief" (yugiomo pseud--you thought this died in 2017, didn't you?) --- Ryou had, for the most part, reached an understanding with the Spirit of the Ring. Unlike Yugi, Ryou was well-aware of the other person that had come attached to the Millenium Ring, the Item his father had gifted him from one of his archeological digs. Most people probably would have assumed they were cursed the first time they saw the disembodied Spirit following themselves around, and thrown the Ring away as far as they could. Ryou, in contrast, turned around, faced the Spirit, and said hello.

1. "Shared Nightmares" --- Robin has had nightmares about the Buster Call that destroyed Ohara ever since she escaped her fate. Sometimes it’s just the kids back home that picked on her and called her a devil child, all in the rescue boat and dying because she might have made it on board, sometimes it’s the burning of the Tree of Life, sometimes it’s Saul’s laughing face as Akoiji froze him solid.

0. "Seek and Ye Shall Find" (I miscounted and started a fic late and I am not spending time readjusting this nonsense) --- Atem was so happy he’d finally found a way to at least view what was happening back in Domino. Rather than getting surprised by the Gods’ future requests at world-saving, he could keep an eye on things from the afterlife. It’s not like he could transport himself to Domino without the Gods’ help, so it was more a way to keep an eye on things in the meantime. The Kaiba Dome seemed the best place for the mirror into the realm of the living; after all, Seto Kaiba now seemed the center of all the trouble.

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aia-celestia · 5 years

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Blog Entry #01

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Hello! everyone 😊 this is my first blog post ever so let me introduce myself first. I am Maria Brigette G Tiburcio, 18 years old from Llanera Nueva Ecija Philippines and I am currently taking Bachelor of Elementary Education at Central Luzon State University.

Let me tell you a brief information about Central Luzon State University and the College of Education.

Central Luzon State University is one of the renowned and prestigious state-institutions of higher learning in the country, is the lead agency of the Muñoz Science Community.CLSU remains as one of the premier institutions of agriculture in Southeast Asia known for its breakthrough researches in aquatic culture (pioneer in the sex reversal of tilapia), ruminant, crops, orchard, and water management, living through its vision of becoming “a world-class National Research University for science and technology in agriculture and allied fields”. Additionally, it is also the first comprehensive state university to undergo institutional accreditation and is declared Cultural Property of the Philippines with the code of PH-03-0027 due to its high historical, cultural, academical, and agricultural importance to the nation.

Institutional Philosophy

The ultimate measure of the effectiveness of Central Luzon State University as an institution of higher learning is its contribution to and impact on the educational, economic, social, cultural, political, and moral well-being, and environmental consciousness of the people it serves.

Institutional Vision

CLSU as a world-class National Research University for science and technology in agriculture and allied fields.

Institutional Mission

The Central Luzon State University shall develop globally competitive, work-ready, socially-responsible and empowered human resources who value life-long learning; and to generate, disseminate, and apply knowledge and technologies for poverty alleviation, environmental protection and sustainable development.

College of Education (CEd)

The College of Education shall develop quality teachers in the elementary and secondary levels of education for people empowerment, global competitiveness and sustainable human resource development.

“The College of Education, as a Center of Excellence for Teacher Education, adheres to provide quality services to all professional teachers through offering accredited CPD programs.” said Dr. Regidor G. Gaboy, CEd Dean.

Goals of the College of Education

To train future educators in elementary level who can teach across the learning areas both in grade school and pre-school.

To train professional teachers who will cater to the manpower needs of the secondary level of education in the country through quality education.

To implement a program of advance education and training in different areas of research, instruction and development concerns in order to produce quality leaders in an ever changing society.

To promote and disseminate researchers in the field of education and allied fields through instruction, production, extension and networking services.

Department of Elementary Education

In honing young minds as the ultimate educational foundation, the Department of Elementary Education is committed to train future educators who are highly equipped with professional, social, and personal competencies, and who will cater to the manpower needs of elementary and pre-school education. Specifically, the BEEd program aims to develop elementary school teachers who are either generalists who can teach across different learning areas in grade school, or pre-school teachers.

The EEd Department's main aim is committed to train future educators who are highly equipped with professional, social, and personal competencies, and who will cater the manpower needs of elementary and pre-school education in honing young minds as the ultimate educational foundation.