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kekaki-cupcakes · 1 month

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Heyyy can you please write something for Nico x male reader where Nico has seen reader around camp and reader is friendly and always laughing and talking with everyone. And Nico develops a crush on reader and eventually he decides to confess to reader when he sees them in the woods. Fluffy mainly but like a little spicey at the end if u do that stuff? :)

hey there bestie, let's pretend it hasn't been two months. this fic is also for @golden-boy-muda 's request for nico x transmasc reader <3

I couldn't find an idea in my empty ol head for this request but then I was looking for old oil painting wallpapers for my phone and now you have this incredibly sappy 3.2k of art references [I advise you keep another tab open for cross-referencing if you want the fUlL eXpErIeNcE]

Oil on Canvas--- Nico di Angelo x transmasc reader [3.2k] »»————-　★　————-««

Nico definitely isn’t a stalker, he understands boundaries [once Jason explains them to him, of course], but he might have a bit of a staring problem.

Sometimes he’s just eating gluten free waffles with Hazel in the dining pavilion and ends up watching you shove your siblings around and plait your little sister's hair so it doesn’t get in her face when she goes Pegasus riding.

He spooned some blueberries onto his plate.

It’s not his fault.

It’s yours, if anything. What is he supposed to do apart from feel like there’s moths beneath his ribcage when you pose, your nose scrunched, up for photos with Drew’s polaroid camera that’s covered with inappropriate stickers?

Hazel elbowed him meaningfully in the side when he couldn’t help but grin because Holy Hades, a single person shouldn’t be able to look that much like the painting Ophelia [by friedrich heyser, to be specific], just because they wore a green camp shirt and a pearl necklace.

Maybe it was his fault that he was comparing you to beautiful paintings.

He scooped the blueberries onto his half eaten waffle and reached for the maple syrup Hazel had finished drowning her breakfast in.

The Stoll brother’s mortal mum had sent a stack of paintings from art galleries all over the world last Christmas, and they’d let him pick out a few of the older more poetic ones that didn’t have enough blood and guts for their taste.

Now the oil paintings of lakes and birds and crying angels and… mainly cats, actually, hung around the dark walled Cabin he slept in.

Your laugh when you threw strawberries at Kayla and Austin while they worked in the infirmary reminded him of Angel [carl von marr, of course] and he felt like Chat a difficult catch [charles van den eycken] when you walked right past him without even glancing back.

So he’d made peace with watching from afar how you would forget daily to put sunscreen on but somehow always remembered to wear this pair of white crocheted gloves that looked like cat paws.

On a completely irrelevant note, Nico was learning to crochet.

Hazel made eye contact with him again when he looked from you to her, and he plugged his ears and glared before she started kicking him in the shins and begging him to pluck up the courage to walk over and even just make eye contact.

Not that he didn’t want to.

He may have lined up in his catalog of daydreams, this scenario where you both went down to the beach. Any beach, really. You’d collect shells and eat popcorn and grapes and lemonade and squish sand between your toes and pick up crabs with him.

PROMENADE ON THE BEACH [Charles Atamian, obviously].

There was another scenario where he’d take you to the farmers market. It had the biggest bouquets of flowers, and rows upon rows of fruits and vegetables and incense and beaded jewelry.

When he was laying in bed underneath the fluffy zebra patterned duvets that Piper forced him to use, mainly because they matched the dark reds of the cushions and browns of the bookshelves and antique lamps in the cabin so well, you were walking down the rows of little stores with him.

You were holding his hand with those soft cat paw gloves and you liked the feel of his rings [he’d read that people liked rings in a book, somewhere] and you’d filled the Studio Ghibli tote bag you had with berries.

He’d watched most of the movies after he saw your bag. He liked Arriety the best.

Clarisse stomped past the Hades table, leaving bloody footprints no one asked about, and smacked him in the back of his head. Nico went back to eating his waffles and daydreaming about your smile.

In the farmers market you would sniff candles and never buy them because Hazel had far too many for all of her spells and the such that he would never run out. And what was Hazel’s was his and what was his was hers, meaning that what was Hazel’s was yours.

Because Nico would give everything he owned, even his favorite jacket, for you to look his way.

And he would buy you flowers, whichever were your favorite.

Maybe the ones from the painting Hazel forced him to take because ‘you can’t just not hang a painting that literally is you, Neeks’.

Italian Girl with Flowers. Joaquin Sorolla. 1886.

He didn’t see the resemblance.

But it didn’t really matter, because he’d get to watch you looking at all the cool things for sale and then he’d take you to the best gelato he’d found so far [he was making a list] or just use the shadows, and take you to a proper gelato shop. Whatever you wanted to do, really.

Nico blinked. He huffed, mainly at himself, and stabbed his waffle. It fell apart on the fork.

“Why’re you angry?”

He looked up from his plate, to Hazel. She was sitting opposite him with a mustache made of orange juice. “...I’m not.”

“You’re not supposed to be pushing down your emotions, remember?” she said sternly, and started picking the green bits off a strawberry. She was eating as many berries as she could, since she wasn’t allowed lollies anymore. The perks of braces.

Nico looked away. “I’m fine.”

“You’re thinking about the cat glove girl, aren’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

“Cat glove boy, remember?” he muttered, and took a bite of his waffle, wiping squished blueberries off his chin.

Hazel’s golden eyes widened, “Oh yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” he said, and was grateful for the excuse to peek your way. You were eating toast. Very pretty-ily. He felt his face heat up.

Hazel perked up, a mischievous grin he didn’t appreciate on her face. “Okay! I’ll go apologize to your boyfriend then-”

Nico stared at her. Why was she like this? She actually went to stand up, and then he yanked her sleeve, pulling her back down to the table. “No! Don’t just… you can’t… stop!”

“You didn’t deny that he’s your boyfriend,” Jason chuckled, sitting down next to Hazel.

“I hate you all,” Nico said.

It was torture.

He felt like Sleepy time potion [Vanessa Stockhard], stuck in the middle of your loveliness, unable to do anything except stare and hope that his face wasn’t too as red as the mushroom he was sitting on.

In the painting.

Not in real life.

Obviously.

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Nico stared down at the hat in his lap.

He’d done it. He’d actually finished one of the hundreds of projects he’d started in Piper’s efforts to find him a hobby that wasn’t sitting on the fences of cemeteries or standing in line at Mcdonalds.

He had lots of other hobbies, he just… couldn’t come up with them when she was arguing with him.

So they’d gone through writing, painting, records, sleeping, which he excelled in, and then crocheting. None had lasted very long, but he may have had an idea half way through trying to stab Piper with the crocheting stick.

And now he had a white bucket hat with cat ears.

He threw it to the end of his bed, and hid underneath his duvet. Fuck.

Repose. Malcolm Liepke. 1953.

What on Olympus was he supposed to do about the way he wanted to hold you so badly he felt like throwing up and tearing his hair out?

He lay underneath in the pocket of stuffy darkness for a moment, before sitting up, untangling his blankets and teddies from him, and then standing. He may have just had the greatest idea anyone had ever thought of before.

Hazel was still in the shower, singing, most likely, so he grabbed his jacket from the coat rack that was actually just a skeleton, and then stomped out of his cabin, the stupid hat in his fist.

His heart was beating wildly. Stupid heart.

The Wedding Dress. Fred Ellwell. 1911.

He rubbed his face and groaned at the sky. The stars were just peeking out, but it was still pink and yellow, and the sun hadn’t dipped yet. It was hidden by the trees he was trudging through, though.

Fuck.

His chest was hurting.

Nico scrunched up the stupid perfect crocheted hat that just had to stupidly perfectly match your stupid perfect cat gloves because Nico was stupidly perfectly obsessed with you.

You, who was stupidly perfect.

Fuck.

Psyche Weeping. Kinuko Y Craft. 1995.

He trod on twigs that broke underneath his boots and weaved through the tree’s that slowly became more and more laden with hanging pendants and wind chimes and ruins carved into the bark.

He stepped over a thin stream. A frog croaked at him like it was dying. As if it could ever feel like it was dying. As if it could ever fall in love.

Nico groaned at the sky again.

“Just let it all out.”

He turned, and glared. “Do you mind?”

“Yes, actually,” Lou Ellen said, raising a purple eyebrow. It matched the undersides of her curly hair. She pointed to the cabin concealed in shadows and moss and stones behind her. “This is my house. And you are yelling very loudly.”

“I’m not yelling,” Nico argued. “I’m groaning.”

She stared at him for a second. She rolled her eyes. “Just come in, what do you need?”

“I need a spell. Or a charm. Or hex,” Nico said, following her through the wooden double doors. A wind chime tinkled even though the air was still. There were a few bunks lined up against the wall to one side. “Or a magic thing. I don’t care which one.”

The rest of the cabin was filled with small coffin shaped pet beds and empty pink soda cans and voodoo dolls hanging from the roof and rugs with cats wearing strawberry hats on the fluffy material and misty crystal balls.

Lou Ellen lent back on a desk stacked high with papers and paperweights that were actually jars filled with things. “Okay. I have three rules. I don’t kill people, and I don’t make people fall in love.”

“...And?”

“I’ll break both if it’ll be fun?”

Nico frowned. “No. Aren’t you supposed to say you won’t bring people back from the dead? That’s always the third rule.”

She squinted at him. “Uh…no. I send those people to you.”

Nico squinted back at her, sticking his tongue out. He fiddled with the stupid perfect hat and looked around. There was just more creepy things and stuffed animals. “Whatever. I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I need you to… like,” Nico started. He sighed. He looked away.

This was awful.

He was not about to admit that he might be in love, even if it was to reverse the feelings in the first place with whatever heart ripping out brain altering magic was necessary.

The Apollo cabin would find out through the witch in less than thirty seconds. He would never live it down.

Nico groaned again. “Oh for fucks sake, do you need me to fic your voicebox or something?” Lou Ellen hissed.

Nico glared at her. He groaned again, and then whirled around and stomped out of the weird mossy mushroom cabin. “Nevermind!”

“Fine! Have it your way!...weird little emo.”

Nico glared at the frog croaking at him, and kept walking through the forest.

He followed the little stream through the woods until he could hear wind chimes or Taylor Swift’s latest album anymore.

The little stream widened into a proper stream, filled with a lot more frogs. Why were there so many frogs? He nearly stood on a green one leaping across the path. Stupid frog.

Nico stuffed his hands into his pockets, along with the hat. He was tempted to just toss it into the river. Then he wouldn’t have to deal with all of the silly feelings that felt like the biggest things in the world to him and his silly head full of thoughts about your lips.

Maybe the frogs could use the hat as a home.

“Here froggie… Come here… I said, come here... No I am not taking a tone with you!”

Nico froze.

Fuck. He took a deep breath, probably too loudly. He glanced to the side.

Of course you were catching frogs, knee deep in a river.

You looked over, making eye contact, and Nico realized the moths underneath his ribcage were turning into bats. You squinted at him, hands on your hips, while water swirled around and leaves drifted from the trees above. A bucket was wedged between two rocks next to you.

A frog jumped out of it and landed near your leg, on a lillypad.

“Look Albert,” you said, turning to the frog. “It’s a little Victorian ghost.”

“...I’m Italian,” Nico said quietly. He stared at you. He couldn’t help it. Wow. Fuck. Leo was right. He really was pathetic. “And I’m not a ghost.”

“Okay, Victorian ghost.”

Nico stared at you. Fuck.

After that exchange, he should be able to hate you. Right? Right. He now resented you, and the moths turned bats would stop clawing at his chest and he would go back to having a normal life.

Right?

Wrong.

You squinted at Nico, and then slowly turned to Albert. “I think the cute Victorian ghost is having a stroke.”

Nico blinked once, gulped, and then marched forward through the cold water and frogs, his shoes squelching loudly. Gods. This was so embarrassing. But you thought he was cute, even if you also thought he was a dead english boy, so he would be content with dying from embarrassment.

He shoved the stupid perfect hat into your stupid perfect hands.

And then left in about 0.3 seconds.

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You stared down at your pancakes. Why were they so gray looking? Had someone poisoned them? You figured that it would be a pretty good way to die, and tipped extra maple syrup onto them before you dug in.

To counterbalance the poison, of course.

You scratched at the mosquito bite underneath the strap of your binder. It had flowers embroidered into it. Your binder. Not the mosquito bite.

One of your siblings across from you kicked at your shin, probably on purpose, but you continued to eat your odd tasting pancakes and picked blueberry grit off your white cat paw gloves. They were your favorite gloves.

They also matched your new hat. The new hat that the cute Victorian but actually Italian ghost boy had given you before he teleported away with whatever dark magic he had stored in all that goth-ness.

You tossed a blueberry at Clarisse when she walked past and tried to bash you over the head.

She wasn’t allowed to ruin your new hat.

You turned to see her flicking the blueberry over at someone else, and your eyes flicked past that too. Now way. You stood up, but you’d lost sight of the mess of dark hair when the Hermes cabin barrelled past.

You clambered onto your seat and stood up there. “Oi! Victorian ghost hat boy!”

The dining pavilion went quiet pretty quickly, and everyone turned to the cute guy with a skeleton hoodie and wide eyes. He pointed at himself when you pointed at him, and then went pink.

Clarisse stuck her arm out so you didn’t faceplant when you jumped down from your seat, and you held onto your new hat as you traipsed across the cracked floor.

You’d never figured out how that crack had got there. But there were bigger mysteries.

Like this cute goth.

His face just pinker when you grabbed his sleeve and tried to tug him out of the entire camp’s curious eyes. A dark skinned girl with a lot of butterfly clips and a Steven Universe t-shirt sent a thumbs up in your direction.

It was only when you were standing by the low burning fire pit in a patch of daisies did you realize you hadn’t really planned far enough ahead.

You took off the cat-ear hat and looked down at it. “...Uhm…”

“Sorry,” the goth said quickly, and when you made eye contact he looked away even quicker. “It’s creepy. Boundaries and stuff, I just… saw your gloves.”

“It’s not creepy,” you argued, putting the hat back on with a grin. He was really cute when he blushed. “I mean, I don’t even know your name, and I have no idea who you are but your eyeliner is really really great and… Holy Hades if you smile like that again can I… please kiss you?”

The goth with no name stared at you, and then nodded about ten times too many. “Yes please. But, uh.. If you’re gonna kiss me, please, maybe don’t get my dad involved.”

“...Wut?”

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Nico could feel his cheeks growing hotter.

Not because of the sun, specifically, but it was hot and bright in the woods. He’d worn sunscreen though. And forced you to put it on too, once he’d found watermelon scented sunscreen, because you refused to smell gross no matter how sunburnt you would get anyways.

His face was hot and red because of you.

You, who was stupidly perfect and also possibly kind of Nico’s stupidly perfect boyfriend.

“Psst, Victorian ghost boy,” you said with a sing-song voice, quietly, and waved your hand in front of his eyes with your pink, blue, and white painted nails. He blinked. You smiled. “You zoned out again.”

“Sorry,” Nico said, and pulled a daisy out of the ground. He handed it over. “I was thinking about you.”

He hadn’t realized the effect that saying that would have on you, but it was worth it when you opened and closed your mouth like one of the frogs you kept as pets.

“I.. well, what were you thinking about?”

Nico had played his cards right. He smirked, and you shuffled forwards on the checked picnic blanket Piper had stolen from Drew, who’d probably nicked it from poor unsuspecting Demeter or Iris kid. You knocked over the basket of strawberries too, and then took your bucket hat off and stuffed it in your lap with a grin.

He tilted his head down. You were both following a very well rehearsed script. “...Kissing you?”

You launched yourself forwards then with a laugh, your cat-paw gloved hands landing on either side of his waist and probably squishing some of those strawberries at the same time.

The sun reflected in your eyes and Nico held the sides of your face as he pressed his lips to yours.

You kissed back, and once you both stopped smiling widely, you could kiss back.

Properly.

He scratched his fingernails, the ones you’d painted rainbow that afternoon after catching more frogs and complaining about sunscreen, along your jaw when you bit down on his bottom lip.

Not as a complaint, certainly not, and you knew that too because you just sat back on your knees between Nico’s lap and tilted your head to fit deeper against Nico’s bruised lips.

The ones that hadn’t had a single day off since you jumped up in the middle of breakfast with your gluten free waffles you hadn’t realized were gluten free until he had explained it to you later.

It was intensely crazily unbearably romantic but it also meant whatever cold one of you managed to catch, the other would come down with only minutes later.

And Nico felt like that smug little cat from Julie Manet’s Auguste Renoir.

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magalidragon · 4 months

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❄️❄️dashing through the snow ❄️❄️| Jonerys Winter Wonderland | teaser

For prompt Sexy Sleigh Ride 🛷 | also I get my runaway bride fix too 🤭

Tulle flew over her face again; her legs went out from under her, and she was sure now she was showing off her undergarments to the world if anyone decided to take a peek. She cursed in Valyrian, struggling to upright herself, gathering skirts and tearing what she could, and now she was barefoot.

In the snow.

In the winter.

At Winterfell.

And she had no true escape plan.

"At least I'm out," she mumbled, looking up at the open window where she'd fallen from. She took a deep breath and turned, scanning around where she'd ended up.

She was on the north side of the castle, near the stables. The godswood was over to the west, a bit too close for comfort. The kitchens were on the far south side which was good because it was less likely for her to be caught by some cater waiter. All the guests should be seated, but she couldn't risk it.

"Daenerys Targaryen!"

Oh shit.

Dany whipped her head up, in time to see a flame red flash in the window she'd pushed herself out of. "Fuck," she mumbled. It was either Cat or Sansa, both of whom were the worst people in the world and now the hunt was on. She really had to get the fuck out of here.

Keep calm, keep calm.

The cold was starting to get to her, her arms bare in the floaty dress which looked like she'd been painted in feathers. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was designed by her future sister-in-law.

And she hated it..

It was also not conducive to a winter outdoor wedding or escaping from the roof of a castle. The neck tied around her in a halter style, with rows and rows of floating feathery tulle and lace, fanning out into a train that was longer in the back than the front and was designed to show off the crystal studded heels she’d be wearing and also the matching coat. The coat, of course, she’s left upstairs. Damnit.

The ground was frozen solid, what little not covered in fluffy white snow feeling like cement beneath her bare feet. She gathered her skirts, her skin still flushed and warm from the adrenaline of the escape, and she ignored the beginnings of numbness in her toes, hurrying towards the stables.

There had been a plan, since they'd be going to the other side of the castle for the reception in the great hall, to have the "newlywed car" be a gilded sleigh pulled by reindeer. Yes, fucking reindeer. No horses for the Starks, no, they had to go find bloody reindeer. Like she was Mrs. Claus running off for a getaway weekend with Santa. She would have preferred a dragon.

Unfortunately there were no dragons to be had, so Dany had to settle for a reindeer.

Along the stables the reindeer were already hooked up to the newlywed sleigh, along with several others that would shepherd guests back and forth. Like Christmas Ubers or something. She could not believe the shit that Robb's family wanted to pull for this wedding. It was seriously the event of the decade, but she was going to throw a massive wrench into that plan.

Dany was surprised she wasn't hearing whistles and dogs barking-- wolves in the case of the Starks-- being set off to hunt her down and drag her bodily back to the godswood to continue the wedding. "What are you doing?" she hissed to herself, her head buzzing.

Running away from a miserable future.

Gods, she had to get out of here. She was freezing, she had no shoes, and honestly she just had to ride this psychosis to the end and figure it out later.

Missandei, her maid of honor, would undoubtedly know what happened when no wedding occurred and she’d hightail it to her hotel at the B&B in Wintertown, so Dany might as well head there. She glanced sideways.

At the reindeer.

“Bingpot,” she muttered, sprinting to the sleigh. She clambered up and into the monstrosity, silver and bedecked with bells and ribbon. The reindeer hitched up to it turned its head to curiously peer in her direction. She lifted reins and called out. “Mush!”

Nothing happened.

Hmm. “Go!” she shouted. She tugged on the reins. She knew how to ride horses and grew up with them. Reindeer were just fluffy horses with antlers right? Nothing again. The reindeer turned its head back around and carried on eating from the container attached to the hitching post. Dany closed her eyes, dripping her head. “What are you doing?” she repeated, rhis time a whisper.

“Yes, what are you doing?”

The voice, raspy and deep behind her, came from beneath the flannel blankets piled in the seat behind her. Dany screamed, throwing the reins in the air, startled and that did it. The reindeer pulled his head from the food and immediately began to run, making for the open gate.

Damn a sleigh moved fast.

Wind caught at her skirts, pulling them back around her and she flailed, caught off guard and not secure in her seat.

Owner of the voice cursed, tossed a cigarette she hadn’t even smelled or noticed over the side into the snow and jumped over from the back into the seat beside her, a blur of black leather and denim. He snatched the reins and pulled on them, bringing the reindeer to a manageable trot, and brought the sleigh over to the side of the main drive out of the castle grounds.

And the man she was in love with— who was definitely not her finance— whipped his head around, dark curls flying about his pale face and his gray eyes flashing.

“Daenerys Targaryen what the fuck are you doing?”

Dany didn’t even think— she hadn’t so far— blurting out: “I’m running away.”

There was a quiet beat, and then he smiled, long and slow, white teeth flashing canine like against his dark beard. “Well. We best get going then.”

And Jon snow turned away from her and snapped the reins, the reindeer running off and speeding the sleigh away from Winterfell.

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #fic teaser #snowxstormworld #joneryswinterwonderland2023

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stitchwraith-stingers · 4 months

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HAII!!! SURPRISE GIFT JUMPSCARE!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! luv u all!!!

lampwick for @castlingvanias , sophia carter for @springbonnie-fanclub , amaya izumi for @valleyfthdolls , heath for @frindoka, ocha for @toothlesstdm , satoshi for @cobrajacky and GLaDoS for @bearionette

tried to get every detail on these guys sorry if i missed something </3 ALSO IM SORRY FOR ANY SHAKEY LINES THE MOUSE I USUALLY USED DECIDED TO STOP WORKING THE MOMENT I STARTED TO WORK ON THIS AND I HAD TO USE MY SISTERS GAMER MOUSE RIP

seperate versions under cut + extra words <3

andrew - HI ANDREW SORRY IK UR IN UR PKMN BRAINROT MOMENT RN BUT I ALWAYS LOVE TO DRAW LAMPWICK EVEN THOUGH I DONT KNOW HER AWHOLE ALOT <333 thank you for making pinnochio yuri real in ur adapation and i did not expect you to follow me after i found ur andrew art that one time and im still so happy i mananged to name one of ur aus AKJDKJ ALSO YOU JUST ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST OPINIONS EVER . EVERYTIME YOU GO INTO MY ASKBOX TO TYPE AN ESSAY UR THAT ONE GUY WRITING ON FIRE GIF... COOLEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

bonnie - THANK U FOR HAVING SUCH BASED OPINIONS I LOVE THE IDEA OF TRANSFEM JULIUS... estrogen probably saved her... GRAHH I LOVE UR PIXEL-ISH ART STYLE AND YOU ALSO JUST GET IT.. YOU GET EVERYTHING AND I ALWAYS TRUST U W FAZ FRIGHTS OPINIONS..... yes rouge thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a hot topic /ref (how faz frights yuri should be more popular)

onyx - GRAHH I LOVE UR IDEAS SO MUCH UR SO GOOD W WORDS i love ur au as well AND I LOVE UR IDEA OF VANNY / VALENTINE....that one time you made a comment about how ur impressed w the fact i can draw in ms paint has stayed in my mind i dont know why ..... ONE HUNDRED BILLION TRILLION SMILES AND HUGS... UR SO COOL AND EPIC WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT

fret - HII FRET .. NOT ALOT OF WORDS CUZ WE ARENT SUPER CLOSE SORRY </3 ur art is so epic and awesome and i love how you draw tufts so much ... i did not expect you to refind me again after i dissapeared from twt LOL but so cool and epic... i tried to get heath as accurate as possible but i couldnt find a ref that wasnt from september and i wasnt sure if it was updated so im sorry if i got anything wrong </33 i LOVEDD doing the stripes so much sorry the ones on the tail look so rushed

lillie - WE DONT TALK ALOT EITHER!!! I LOVE HOW COMPLICATED YOU CAN DO ANY DESIGN!!!!!!!! i tried to challange myself to get it fully accurate to the ref i found.. yeah that anon was me sorry....GRAHH UR ART IS SO PRETTY IM GRABBING YOU LIKE A SOPPY WET CAT.. PEACE AND LOVE ON THE PLANET EARTH you are the most joyus person on the planet i have ever seen i swear if i walk into your room it would be straight up the sun you are SO HAPPY AND POSITIVE I LOVE IT

charolette - HIII ... KEEPING THE RUNNING THEME OF ALWAYS MISPELLING UR NAME CUZ I CANT FIGURE OUT HOW TO SPELL IT.. YOUVE BEEN HERE THE LONGEST ... EVER SINCE MY DA DAYS AND MY DRTWT SHINANIGANS... i will forever mourn the fact the 'WHAT THE FUCK IS POISON GENDER' video where we dunked on some random romanian dudebro guy for making fun of my pkmn headcanons and we used danganronpa sprites is gone... ur the type of person to read the bible as if its some random every day novel and i think thats rad and cool.... this florust guy looks so cool i hope atleast he survives abit in ur fangan.. holding a cake that says IM SORRY THAT YOU KNEW ME WHEN I WAS 11

atlas - HI ATLAS... UR ART IS THE SHIT I LOVE IT... THE COLORS R SOSOSOSO BEAUTIFUL.. ONE BILLION SMILES FOR YOU AND I LOVE UR CASSIE DESIGN... IF I EAT UR ART IT WOULD PROBABLY TASTE LIKE MANGO... GRAHHH i cant believe we started to talk after you drew my cookie run oc that one time... ITS SO COOL TO SEE HOW FAR YOUVE GONE W UR ART.. i tried to keep the blocky shape of ur GLaDoS design AND IT WAS SO FUN TO EXPIRIMENT WITH..... yipee

#calico.exe #SORRY FOR ANY MISPELLINGS... PEACE AND LOVE ON THE PLANET EARTH #hope u all like it <3333 i speedran this in 2 days and i did not expect it either #ms paint #mspaint #artists on tumblr #my art #gift #gift art #SORRY FOR ANY OTHER MUTUAL WHO SEES THIS I PICKED THE FIRST 7 PEOPLE THAT CAME TO MIND #ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS IF YOU DO CELEBRATE IT* IF YOU DONT SORRY #also special shout out to my slowed glass animals and the worst playlist i could have conjured up cuz i listened to them like 30 times #while making this

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 4 months

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1 older brother - LOVES to paint war miniatures!

1 older sister - got me into Band of Brothers 😂

# OF PETS & THEIR NAMES:

3 Cats! Evani and Arya are our family cats and then Niki is my lil fur baby 🥰

FANDOMS:

Band of Brothers, Formula One, Queen, Markiplier/Unus Annus, probably others I can't think of lmao

FAVOURITE COLOUR:

Yellow is my first favorite but I also love orange and coral/pink!

FAVOURITE SONG:

oh boy ummmm at the moment I think it's Tainted Love

FAVOURITE AUTHOR (OF ANYTHING READABLE - BOOKS, FANFICS, ZINES, WEBTOONS, WHATEVER!):

fanfics:

@footprintsinthesxnd @malarkgirlypop @softguarnere @ithinkabouttzu @bloodstainedsaint and so many others! These are just the ones off the top of my head lol

books:

to be honest I don't like to read that much 🫠

For now I'll have to go with Ambrose's Band of Brothers since that's what I'm currently reading!!

FAVOURITE FIC TYPE:

Idk if this counts but I LOVE one-shots headcannons, it's hard for me to stay focused enough to read a full-length fic (ironic since I have about 39 pages of a fic currently written 😂) so a nice 1k one shot or bits of headcannons is absolutely perfect for my attention span! in terms of genre i LOVE domestic/fluffy/slice of life vibes!!!

FAVOURITE HOLIDAY:

Definitely Christmas but Halloween is a close second!!

DO YOU HAVE A PARTNER (ROMANTIC, QPR, ANYTHING!)?:

Does being married to six characters from BoB count? 🫠

HOBBIES:

Drawing/painting, video games, aerial arts/aerial lyra, watching YouTube, idk if this counts but teaching Faith Formation/Children's Church at my church!

FUN FACTS ABOUT ME:

I have a HUGE sweetooth!

I have a small obsession with sharks!

Vincent Van Gogh and I share a birthday!

No pressure tags! @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @yeahcurrahhe-e @luckynumber4 @barbeygirl @ronsparky @ronald-speirs and anyone else who wants to do this!! 💖

#tag game #get to know me #emily shut up #Spotify

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deathscythecrow · 1 month

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This is a story about why I haven't logged on in a long time. My sister ran away at night because she heard the screams of a little animal in trouble; I had to go chase her because it was night, there was a storm and who knows what would happen to her outside of the house. She brought in 4 newborn puppies that had been dumped in an empty lot and the truth is, I was furious that she put himself in danger like that and since we already have a lot of cats, we are not in a situation for him to do this kind of thing. The worst thing is that she wasn't even going to take care of her because she works and all the responsibility would fall on me because I work at home; So one night before my birthday, I spent it taking care of puppies and I didn't even celebrate my birthday, or Christmas, or New Years, because the puppies were the priority. Unfortunately, we lost one and I even fought with my parents so they received the best possible treatment to survive, I love those dogs like anything in the world; They are cute, super adorable and they always give me kisses; I began to collect all the photos we took of them as they grew and I even wrote a diary of all their steps as they grew. They know me as their mother since I practically raised them and cried when they were old enough to walk, eat on their own, and go out to the yard to play. There are three in total, my sweet Bear, my cute Peggy, and my rebel Nugget; I wish I had a bigger house so they could run more comfortably, but with all the things that have happened in my family, I'm really considering getting a house of my own to get away from my mom since our relationship has been damaged a lot by our personalities and by the fact that lately, she has a bad habit of blaming me for everything bad that happens, whether it's really my fault or not; At this rate, we are going to hurt ourselves badly and it is better to have a good rest in a house made to my liking, so my babies will have a larger place to be more comfortable. In the meantime, I started making a painting of them; I still have a long way to go, but I hope that in the end, it will be very nice to put it in the living room or in my bedroom.

#bydsc!#bydeathscythecrow #pets #dogs #puppies #puppy #blog #diary #dear diary #painting

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snotbuggle · 4 months

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My family has a Christmas tradition of wrapping gifts as difficultly as possible. You’re not allowed to use scissors or knives to open anything—only your hands. Once I had gotten a gift that was secured by zip ties and duct tape. One year I wrapped my mother’s present in ductape and put catnip between each layer so her cats would bother her every layer.

This year, I weaved painting tape around my sister’s gift along with ten layers of wrapping paper.

Happy holidays, everyone! And a happy new year :)

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dreadpiratepaige · 9 months

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Odds for 3 asks 😇

1. 3 things you wish for

summed up, money, happiness, and security

3. 3 songs that mean something to you

famous last words by my chemical romance, fake happy by paramore, and exile by taylor swift

5. 3 colors to paint your room

maroon, black (or at least one wall black), and navy. right now we can't paint our walls since we rent so once we buy, oh man all bets are off

7. 3 fruits that you love the most

green apples, red grapes, and watermelon

9. 3 things you like doing on a rainy day

read, watch a show or movie, and just relax or maybe listen to some vinyl

11. 3 books that you would recommend everyone to read

the night circus, the invisible life of addie larue, and the storyteller (dave grohl's memoir)

13. 3 classes you used to hate in middle school

i don't remember hating any class in middle school to be honest. let's say 8th grade science because the teacher was a creep, 6th grade art because i sucked at it, and a random math class because i hate math.

15. 3 quotes that have a special place in your life

"destroy what destroys you," one of my tattoos that translates to "i hope the memory of our friendship is everlasting" which ended up being a little bit too on the nose, and...yikes i'm really bad with quotes!

17. 3 tv couples you adore the most

i'm going to have these be canon or essentially canon: nadja/laszlo, janine/gregory (the kiss and them admitting feelings are close enough), and nick/jess

19. 3 animals you’d love to take care of in your house

if my cat would allow such things! a greyhound, a snake, and a sphynx.

21. 3 things you are the most passionate about

reading, music, and sports, specifically hockey

23. 3 songs you listen to while cleaning

as of late, flowers by miley cyrus, take it away by the used, and electric touch by tswift and fall out boy

25. 3 people you’d never get tired of

my boyfriend, my sister, and my friend mike

27. 3 things you wish you did more often

hang out with people, get involved in my community, and communicate with others better

29. 3 characteristics of the person you aspire to be

calmer/more relaxed, bold, and confident.

31. 3 types of flowers you love the most

already answered, but three more are sunflowers, daisies, and snapdragons.

33. 3 scented candles that you love the most

literally anything by Evil Queen Candles (please go check her out and if you're in Traverse City, she just opened a storefront!!!). but actual scents, anything apple based, EQ's ghosted/bat shit crazy, and this "reading by a fireside" candle my sister got for me for christmas. I'm not kidding on my love for EQ candles, i have literally set alarms for the fall candle release.

35. 3 vegetables that you like the taste of

already answered, but another three are peas, lettuce, and i suppose brussels sprouts (like obviously cooked, i'm not just eating raw brussels sprouts)

37. 3 languages you would love to learn

italian, polish, and i would love to relearn spanish

#thank you!#spacezombiez

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carewyncromwell · 10 months

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“I had my books to read -- Didn't know that I would ever need Other ponies to make my life complete... But there was one colt that I cared for -- I knew he would be there for me! My Big Brother Best Friend Forever! Like two peas in a pod, we did everything together! He taught me how to fly a kite... (Best friend forever!) We never had a single fight... (We did everything together!)

~“B.B.B.F.F. (Big Brother Best Friend Forever)” from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

x~x~x~x

Christmas was always a very special time for Carewyn Cromwell. For as far back as she could remember, it was the time of year when she could sing lots of beautiful music and spend quality time with her two favorite people in the world -- her mother, Lane, and her big brother, Jacob. Even before she took the name “Carewyn Cromwell” -- in that time when her Muggle father Evan Bach was still in the picture and so she, Jacob, and Lane had all had his last name -- the holiday season had always been special. Understandably Carewyn doesn’t remember her time as “Carewyn Bach” that well, given how very young she was, but there were two images she held onto tightly from that time in their old house in Westminster, both of which were from her third Christmas. The first was of a tall man with his face in shadow tentatively patting the top of her head -- the second was of sitting on her stomach on the floor, squashed under the fully lit Christmas tree. If one were to ask Jacob about these fragmented memories of his sister’s, he would have the appropriate context needed to understand them.

The Bachs’ house in Westminster was a decently-sized, two-story detached home -- a rare and special thing so close to the city. It was made all of red brick, with multiple large white-painted windows and a white-painted front door with a brass door knocker. Its modest front yard was mainly covered over with brick, but hosted several white rose bushes that Evan paid to be pruned and trimmed bimonthly, to keep everything well-coiffed and respectable. The largest of the house’s windows was a bay window over the kitchen table with a ledge that Lane always put a vase of flowers in and that the family’s old Siamese cat Ella used to sunbathe on. And during the holiday season, the kitchen table was moved so that Lane could put the decorated and lit Christmas tree right beside the bay window, so that any visitors to the Bach home could see the lights twinkling out through the glass.

This Christmas -- the 25th of December 1974 -- was set to be Jacob’s tenth Christmas and Carewyn’s third. Carewyn had turned two that September, while Jacob was just two months shy of his eleventh birthday. Carewyn had grown a lot in that last year -- Lane was charmed by how quickly she’d picked up talking, even after how slow she’d been to start walking, and Jacob only egged this on by talking to Carewyn almost constantly, whenever they were together. More than a few times that December he asked his sister about what she wanted Father Christmas to bring her, though Carewyn didn’t seem to know how to answer.

“I dunno,” she’d say, as her eyes migrated up toward the ceiling.

“Oh, come on,” Jacob encouraged her. “You’ve got to want something. And with how good a girl you’ve been all year, I’m sure Father Christmas’ll give it to you, if you ask him.”

Carewyn didn’t answer, instead too preoccupied with tugging at the loose thread on the corner of her skirt. Immediately picking up on her restlessness, Jacob neatly ripped off the thread off his sister’s skirt with no effort.

“Do you want a new dress?” asked Jacob. “A new teddy bear? Or how about an Easy-Bake Oven? Then you can bake your own cakes and sweets, all by yourself!”

“I dun want a Noven,” Carewyn mumbled.

“Why not?” asked Jacob. “Don’t you want to be able to make your own treats whenever you want?”

Carewyn shook her head stubbornly. “I dun want a Noven because...you didn’t get one.”

Jacob blinked in surprise. Carewyn kept her eyes down on the skirt of her dress, flapping it up and down absently.

“Mum said...Mum said to Dad that you asked...Fafa Christmas for a Noven for Christmas. And a chem -- chem -- chem’stree sit.”

“A chemistry set,” Jacob corrected with a broadening smile.

“Mm-hmm. But Mum said...you didn’t get the Noven you wanted. Even if you really wanted one.”

Jacob’s face softened in understanding. His almond-shaped blue eyes sparkled fondly down at his little sister.

“Aw, Pip...you’re right. I didn’t get the Easy-Bake Oven I asked for. But it’s okay -- it was a while ago that I asked for it...”

Three Christmases ago, in fact -- the year Carewyn was born. It made Jacob wonder why Lane had even brought it up to Evan again after so long...was Evan rambling on about Jacob not having interests like “normal” boys his age again or something?

“...And well, I still got my chemistry set, and that was fun.”

Carewyn looked unconvinced. “But...weren’t you sad?”

“That I didn’t get my Easy-Bake? Sure, a little bit,” Jacob reassured her. “But well, I’m not as good of a kid as you are -- it’s probably appropriate that I didn’t get everything I wanted for Christmas...”

If Mum had managed to convince Pops to let me have a ‘girly thing’ like an Easy-Bake Oven, it would’ve been a minor miracle, Jacob thought sourly.

Carewyn's cute little face twisted into a deep frown.

“You are good, Jacob!” she said, sounding incredibly upset.

She immediately threw her arms around her brother’s waist and squeezed. Jacob, who’d predicted the move before Carewyn made it, caught her in both arms, and his face softened further as he hugged her back just as tightly.

“Hm, well...at least you think so, Pip.”

With this, he scooped her up and started heading for the kitchen.

“Come on -- why don’t I help you write your letter? You tell me what you want to say to Father Christmas, and I’ll write it down.”

“Kay.”

~*~

Jacob did end up proofreading and clarifying Carewyn’s sentences quite a bit, when writing her letter. When he read it aloud for Carewyn, though, she was beaming from ear to ear and nodding, clearly approving of his “translation.”

Dear Father Christmas,

My big brother Jacob is writing this letter to you for me. I wanted to tell you to get him everything on his list, please, and to get Dad a new record that I can listen to. Elvis is fun! Also, Mum needs some new rainboots. Please make them yellow, so they match mine. I also want to go to school with Jacob, but Jacob says you can only give me things you can wrap up with paper and ribbons. So please just give me something pretty, wrapped up in pretty paper with a pretty blue ribbon. Blue’s my favorite color.

Don’t eat too many biscuits, or you’ll get a tummy ache.

Love from

Carewyn

~*~

When the morning of Christmas arrived, there was a large haul of neatly-wrapped presents under the tree. Every single present was wrapped in the same kind of music-note-printed white paper, with identically-tied red or green bows. Several years later that particular type of packaging would be the main thing that would clue Carewyn onto the fact that they were all wrapped by her mother Lane, rather than Father Christmas. For now, though, Carewyn didn’t think anything of it, instead taking innocent joy out of her parents neatly undoing the paper on their gifts while her brother overdramatically ripped open the paper on his, grinning mischievously at her the entire time as she tried to bite back her giggles.

“Jacob, dun do that!” little Carewyn would scold Jacob, lightly punching his back and shoulder through her giggles. Her ineffectual scolding would only make her brother laugh louder, which in turn only made Carewyn happier and more giggly than ever. The noise, however, grated on Evan, who rubbed his temple irritably.

“Jacob,” their father said reprovingly, “that is quite enough.”

Jacob shot Evan a rather sour glare -- Lane immediately intervened by leaning over her lap so that she could lightly pat her son’s shoulder from his place on the floor.

“Settle down just a bit, you two,” she said more gently. Clearly she had been a bit overwhelmed by the noise too, but had held back seeing just how happy her kids were. “Jay...I believe that one on the side is the last of your gifts. Why don’t you open it, so we can move on to Winnie’s?”

Putting down the Once and Future King anthology he’d unwrapped with the other books he’d gotten, Jacob shifted over to look under the tree. He found that last gift (which was wrapped in a red ribbon) and, once he’d reached around Ella the cat, brought the package into his lap. It was a moderately-sized gift, about the size of the books he’d already gotten from Father Christmas. It also had a tag written in Lane’s neat penmanship that read, “To Jacob, from Mum and Dad.”

With a quick, beady look at Evan, Jacob very pointedly ripped the paper right off the top so that he could see what was inside.

When he looked at its contents, though, his eyes lit up like fireworks.

“...A portable cassette player and recorder!” he cried in delight. “Mum -- you actually got it -- ?!”

“Your father paid for it,” Lane said pointedly with a wry smile. “I just picked it up at the store.”

She glanced at her husband meaningfully, who cleared his throat.

“...Yes, well...you have been behaving a bit better as of late, Jacob,” Evan mumbled. “Helping your mother around the house...looking after your sister...”

“And you clearly wanted it so much,” Lane said fondly.

Jacob’s face had burst into an amazingly bright smile, worthy of the sun. Unable to stop himself, he jumped to his feet and ran over to throw his arms around his mother in the biggest hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he said, beaming from ear to ear. “It’s just what I wanted!”

Once he’d released Lane, Jacob seized the box from the floor and sat back down on the rug as he started babbling excitedly to Carewyn.

“Look here, Pip -- this is a recorder! Now I can record songs from the radio and we can play them on cassette tape whenever we want! And I can record other things too! I can record things in class and play them back for you, or I can record us singing -- I can even just leave you messages you can play here while I’m at school!”

Carewyn’s eyes lit up, just listening to Jacob. It was like his enthusiasm just bled into her like colors running through a watercolor painting, and she was soon beaming just as broadly as her brother. Evan sat off to the side of the couch, watching his son eagerly share his gift with Carewyn with a strange, almost sad smile prickling at his features.

Noticing her husband’s expression, Lane brought a hand onto his knee, giving it a supportive squeeze before turning back to her children.

“All right, Jay,” she said with a smile. “I think it’s high time Winnie started opening her presents.”

Jacob’s huge grin seemed to gleam brighter at this. “Right!"

Once again reaching around Ella the cat, he picked up one of the remaining packages under the tree, all of them wrapped in blue ribbon, and handing it to his little sister.

“Don’t forget to read the note for her, Jay,” Lane reminded him.

Jacob peeked at it over her shoulder. “‘To Carewyn, from Father Christmas.’” He smiled encouragingly at her. “Go on, then, Pip.”

Carewyn got mostly clothes that year. Both “Father Christmas” and most of Evan’s family members sent along new dresses, though Evan’s cousin Mary had sent along a set of cute little toys called Weebles, which Ella the cat ended up playing with just as much as Carewyn did.

“Don’t forget to thank Cousin Mary when she visits, Winnie,” Lane reminded her.

“Yes, Mum,” Carewyn said promptly, even while only half paying attention.

Along with the dresses, Father Christmas also got Carewyn a new baby blue romper, perfect for playing outside. Carewyn’s last gift, though, earned a strange frown from Jacob when he read the tag.

“‘To Carewyn, from Dad.’”

Carewyn didn’t notice the confused look Jacob shot their father as she took the gift into both hands and very neatly undid the bow. Once the bow was off, she ripped off the corner so she could tear off the rest of the paper.

Inside was a rather pretty blue book with a beautifully painted illustration of an angelic-looking woman floating over a princess sitting in an open coach led by horses -- “The Classic Fairy Tales.”

“Oh, Winnie,” said Lane in breathy happiness, “it’s a book! Your very first book, Winnie.”

She shot a significant smile at Jacob. Feeling confused, Jacob glanced back at Evan -- Evan’s body language was evasive as he got up from the couch to put his spent coffee cup in the sink.

“Well, yes, I...thought it was about time that we built up a proper library for the baby,” he said stiffly. “Books suitable for a girl her age...”

“They’re magic stories, Winnie,” Lane said to her, her voice soft in both volume and emotion as Carewyn flipped through the pages of the book, consulting the pictures. “They’re stories your father and I can read to you at night, before you go to sleep.”

Jacob was still kind of bewildered watching his parents through this whole thing. There was something under the surface in how Lane and Evan spoke about the book that Jacob just didn’t quite get -- it didn’t feel like Lane had picked out the book and Evan had paid for it, the way they had with Jacob’s recorder, and yet Lane didn’t seem at all surprised by the gift (understandable, since she’d wrapped it) and seemed to really want Carewyn to be excited about it. Was it just because Lane liked reading as much as Jacob did and wanted Carewyn to like it too? If so, why didn’t she take some credit for the gift? For whatever reason she’d wanted Carewyn to see this gift as being just from her dad, not both of them.

That schmuck barely pays Pip any mind, in the first place, Jacob thought irritably. It was one of the things that made him most resent his father, that he ignored Carewyn so much of the time. Even now, he’s not even looking at her...

This thought made something click in Jacob’s head.

Is that why Mum wants him to get sole credit? Because she wants Pip to think Pops does care?

Jacob’s lips twitched with a smile despite himself.

Aw, Mum...you hate how he ignores her just as much as I do, don’t you?

Noticing Carewyn glancing up at him, Jacob grinned all the more brightly.

“That’s Hansel and Gretel, Pip,” he said, pointing at the picture she’d stopped on. “That’s a great story -- it’s about a brother and a sister, just like us! And that’s Cinderella,” he added, pointing to the picture on the cover. “She’s going to this really big party. See her dress? It’s pretty, right?”

Carewyn’s eyes seemed to sparkle seeing how happy Jacob was. She beamed from ear to ear, nodding eagerly. Then, with a quick look up at Evan as he returned to the sitting room, she put down the open book on the floor. She shuffled up onto her feet and toddled over to her father. Before he could sit down, she then threw her arms around his leg and hugged it, just the way Jacob had thrown his arms around Lane earlier.

“Just I wanted!” she chirped.

Evan looked completely taken aback. He stared down at Carewyn, his dark eyes wide and his expression almost insecure in how he took in his tiny daughter’s beaming face. Then, very tentatively, he reached out a hand and patted the top of her head, attempting a weak smile of his own.

“...I’m...glad you like it,” he said lowly.

Even despite his discomfort, his dark eyes did betray something oddly touched as he shifted his gaze over to Lane, who was smiling warmly. His weak smile even became that bit stronger, seeing his wife’s expression.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “we’d...best get ready for the day. It’s nearly 11 already...”

~*~

After all four Bachs had gotten washed and dressed, Lane set about getting the Christmas turkey cooked in the kitchen, while Evan went out to pick up the chocolate Yule Log he’d ordered at the local cake shop for dessert. Originally Lane had suggested Jacob and Carewyn go with their father for the drive, but Carewyn was so preoccupied with her new Weebles (or, more importantly, watching Ella the cat bat at them with her paw) that Evan decided it was better to “leave the baby” at home. As soon as Carewyn was going to be left out of the little “outing,” though, Jacob immediately decided he’d stay at home too, and he promptly picked up one of his new books (A Wrinkle in Time), slouched across the armchair with his legs dangling off the arm, and started to read. Carewyn was a little put-out when Evan left the house, but she was distracted soon enough when the kitchen timer went off and she immediately toddled over to “help” her mother with setting the table. (This involved Carewyn taking the cups Lane handed to her in both hands and delivering them one at a time over to the table, as well as pulling all the chairs around the table out enough that everyone could sit down comfortably.)

After their late lunch of turkey, roast potatoes, cranberry sauce, pigs-in-blankets, and stuffing, the Bachs watched the Queen’s Christmas Broadcast -- a tradition Evan insisted on, though Jacob always found it incredibly uninteresting. He took several opportunities during the broadcast to make faces at Carewyn to try to make her laugh, which irritated Evan. The rest of the day involved enjoying the chocolate Yule Log and singing along to the family’s Christmas records. Jacob sang It’s the Most Wonderful Time of Year so flawlessly that Evan actually praised him -- something Jacob didn’t quite know how to accept, considering how little Evan did it. Jacob ultimately chose to forget the whole thing when Evan left the room altogether in response to Carewyn happily screaming out her best attempt at Sleigh Ride, claiming a headache. This left Jacob, Carewyn, and Lane alone for about an hour, during which Lane quieted Carewyn down by shifting the records over to the works of the Kings College Choir. Evan returned in time to hear Lane quietly singing along to The Holly and the Ivy, and he came up behind her to kiss her on the cheek.

“Pretty pretty, Mum,” Carewyn said, beaming as she gave a light tug to her mother’s pant leg.

Lane laughed softly as she scooped Carewyn up into her lap and gave her a big hug. “Thank you, sweetie.”

The night ended with two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows, one cup of coffee with milk and sugar, and one cup of English Breakfast Tea with lemon in front of the fireplace. Ella the cat curled up for a nap on the now-completely-empty skirt under the Christmas tree in the kitchen while Jacob and Carewyn played with his new recorder and Evan put the batteries in the new pocket calculator that Father Christmas had gotten him. These moments were captured in pictures taken with Lane’s own gift from Father Christmas: a snazzy new Polaroid camera.

At seven o’clock, Lane took Carewyn upstairs so she could get ready for bed. She tried to encourage Evan to come up with her, even going so far as to place Carewyn’s blue book of fairy tales on the side table near the stairs pointedly, but Evan soon became too preoccupied with setting up the new coffee maker in the kitchen and never ended up making it up there.

Looking noticeably disheartened as she came back downstairs, Lane didn’t even look at the book on the table again as she settled herself back down in the armchair -- and so Jacob once again found himself glaring openly in his father’s direction as he got up from his spot on the floor.

“I’m going to bed too,” he said very shortly.

He scooped up all of the books he’d gotten, as well as his recorder, and carried them upstairs. He pointedly didn’t look at Evan, even when he purposefully knocked right into him on his way up the stairs.

“Jacob!” Evan called after him, taken aback and disapproving.

But Jacob didn’t care. Even with how sweet and innocent his Pippa was, all that old plonker ever did was ignore her -- he didn’t deserve a “sorry.”

~*~

Because Jacob went up to bed so early, he hadn’t gone to the bathroom beforehand. That was why he ended up having to get up in the middle of the night. Once he’d left the hall bathroom and started back toward bed, though, he noticed the door to his sister’s room had been left ajar.

Pip?

Feeling a pang of concern, Jacob darted over. Upon peeking into her room and turning on the light, he didn’t find her. He looked around, taking note of the empty hallway and the other closed doors on the floor, and then as sneakily as he could, he darted across the hall and down the stairs. He didn’t find her in any of the chairs in the sitting room or on the floor either.

“Pip?” Jacob called out only as loud as he dared. “Pippa?”

There was a rustling from somewhere in the kitchen. Jacob came around the door frame and entered the kitchen, and immediately relaxed.

There was Carewyn in her lacy flower-printed nightgown, nestled underneath the Christmas tree. She was lying on her stomach, with her legs stretched out behind her and her arms folded under her, and Ella the cat was stretched out on the tree skirt next to her. The Siamese cat surveyed Jacob with a mild expression as he approached.

“There you are!” said Jacob. “What are you doing under there?”

Carewyn shrugged, her eyes falling down to her hands clutching the tree skirt. Jacob crouched down to better look her in the eye.

“You’re not hiding, are you?” he said with an amiable grin.

Carewyn shook her head.

“Well, good,” said Jacob. “You know you don’t have to hide from me...”

His expression grew a bit more concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Carewyn nodded. It seemed like the truth to Jacob -- she didn’t seem the least bit distressed. Instead she almost seemed expectant: like she was patiently waiting for something.

Jacob cocked an eyebrow at the Christmas tree and then back down at his sister, his face slowly unfurling in a bigger grin.

“...Aw, Pippa...you’re not waiting for Father Christmas, are you?” he asked.

Carewyn looked up at him with a rather bashful expression. It made Jacob laugh despite himself.

“Aw...he’s not coming again tonight, Pip. It’s Christmas! Father Christmas only comes on the night before Christmas.”

Carewyn’s face noticeably dropped, hearing this. “...Fafa Christmas isn’t coming back?”

“He will,” said Jacob. “Just not tonight. He only ever comes once a year.”

Carewyn’s gaze fell down to the floor as she rested her head on her hands. Her eyes even started to water a bit.

“Aw, Pip, it’s okay,” Jacob reassured her immediately. “He’ll be back next year. And when he does, you’re such a good girl that you’re bound to get even nicer presents...”

But Carewyn shook her head.

“I dun want any more,” she mumbled.

Jacob blinked. “You don’t?”

Carewyn shook her head again. “Mm-mm...I got I wanted.”

She shifted a bit. When she did, Jacob finally took in what she’d been holding against her chest. It was the book of fairy tales Evan had gifted her -- she slid it over to him so he could pick it up.

“I got a pretty...with...with a pretty paper an’ a pretty bow,” Carewyn explained. “I wanted to say...I got I wanted.”

Jacob felt like his heart was being enveloped in a huge warm hug as he heard this. All he’d been able to wrangle out of her, when writing her Christmas letter, was that she’d wanted something pretty, wrapped up in pretty paper with a blue bow. Even though, yes, their mother Lane had wrapped up all of her gifts with blue bows, Carewyn had clearly found the book to be the prettiest of her gifts -- maybe, Jacob suddenly considered, because Lane and Jacob had reacted so happily about it. Because unlike the Weebles or the clothes she’d gotten, it was something that Carewyn could share with them, the same way Jacob had shared his recorder with her.

“I wanted to say I got I wanted.” She wanted to tell Father Christmas how much she liked her gifts.

Fondness for his baby sister washed over Jacob like a wave of warm water, making his blue eyes shine with pride and affection.

Pip, you really are a saint.

“...Well, then...”

With some difficulty, Jacob sidled underneath the Christmas tree so that he too was lying down on the floor on his stomach next to Carewyn.

“...Since you got just what you wanted...how about I read you a proper bedtime story? Since old Pops didn’t get around to it.”

Carewyn smiled and nodded. With a broadening grin, Jacob flipped open the book until he’d found the story he was looking for.

“Here we go...‘Hansel and Gretel.’”

“They’re like us,” Carewyn recalled brightly, pointing at the picture of the two siblings.

“Right, they’re brother and sister, just like us,” Jacob said, grinning as he affectionately bumped his shoulder beside Carewyn’s. He then proceeded to read,

“‘Once upon a time, near a great forest, there lived a poor woodcutter, his wife, and their two children. The boy's name was Hansel and the girl's Gretel...’”

As Jacob told the story, he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more -- Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella -- after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door. The feline then lost interest and sidled her way back downstairs, presumably to “reclaim” her spot on the tree skirt. Jacob himself then went off to bed, a full smile attached to his face.

Evan ultimately left almost no impact on Carewyn’s life. Fortunately she never had any gaping holes left behind in his absence -- for she had a devoted big brother there to ensure she never once felt like she wasn’t special or her feelings didn’t matter.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #carewyn cromwell #jacob cromwell #evan bach #lane cromwell #okay this is *supposed* to be a companion to that post I did about evan and jacob #you know for father's day -- focusing on carewyn's relationship with her dad #but it ended up being a few days late *and* focused on christmas #so hahaha we've got christmas in july #oh well! XDD #but yeah I'd always had carewyn's birthday in august 1973 but in order for math to work I realized it would have to be in september 1972 #damn it :P #but anyway #on a personal note that 'just i wanted' thing? that's actually based on an old christmas video of me when I was little #I was imitating my parents since they'd used the phrase 'it's just what I wanted' when they opened their gifts #the thing I was *so* happy to receive that year?#a VHS of snow white and the seven dwarfs #<3

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cosettepontmercys · 4 months

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Happy birthday!!! Yay I'm glad your voice is a little bit better but it's also funny to me that I have no idea what it even sounds like either..as many times as you've talked about it. It's one of the weird things about just talking online. For me, I get in the habit of just thinking everyone sounds like me haha jk. Also your crafty painting looks good! I admire your dedication to make so many bracelets since I'm not crafty at all..maybe that's something I could work on in the new year. Yes I want to see Company and I said possibly Mean Girls but I won't really know until it gets closer. Ooh I think seeing Spring Awakening would be so fun and cool!

So I can't remember if you're 26 or 27 today..but a fun fact is that Paramore has a song called 26 and Fall Out Boy also has a song called 27! I actually just became aware of the 27 one this year lol and have only heard it like twice but still! I also learned of a song called 24 this year by Switchfoot when Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots covered it. So there are songs from 22 to 27 and I find that so cool. Right where you left me wasn't out when I turned 23..although I really could've used it back then and Nothing New but I had 23 by Jimmy Eat World which is one of the best most favorite songs ever! Also Blink 182...lol. And the pretty reckless, Taylor Momsen's band has a song called 25. But since we were just talking about Paramore and Fall Out Boy, I thought I would share! The only thing is..I'm not sure they even mention a lyric in the song..I think it's just the title. I hope you are liking their first album and the songs I recommended..but I'm glad you're going in order. Let me know what you think but also take your time! I'm sorry if the list of songs I recommended seemed overwhelming..I just love a lot of their songs.

So in a new quote Hayley Williams talked about how Taylor originally wanted her to sing on a different vault song and now I'm so curious which one it was. Possibly Electric Touch or I can See You. If it was I Can See You, that wouldve been awesome but I'm also happy with Castles Crumbling too. When we first heard I Can See You, my sister said the song fit Fall Out Boy more and he should have sang on that one instead of Electric Touch but the collabs are so good. I also suspected maybe it was Drama Queen cuz Hayley said she didn't connect to it or the sound that much..idk. but it makes me happy it was her choice cuz a lot of Paramore fans were complaining at first that Hayley didn't get to sing or show her vocals enough. I love their friendship and will be happy when they are back on tour together.

Wow it does seem like a lot of vinyls but think of it as a treat to yourself. I've never understood having a vinyl for one song though..I find that so interesting lol. You mostly have good taste and it seems like it makes you happy. Also..I like the new url and I'm definitely going to listen to the Fruitcake EP next week closer to Christmas! I did watch her new video though.

So I did not get a chance to watch the Eras movie yet but hopefully soon. But I did see the pics Taylor posted of her bday and I loved her outfit sooo much! She looked so good and really happy. Some people even have theories about TS11 based on the outfit but it also just felt like Midnights to me! However I'd love an album where she leaned into astrology or constellation stuff too. My sister loves stars so it could be really cool and I wonder what it would be like but it seems similar to Midnights too. I don't think this is as soon as other people think but I think it's fun to think about sometimes. Anyway I think today is also the day the CATS movie came out and I went to see it cuz I was soo excited my two worlds were colliding. Did you ever watch the movie..lol. I know some people were unhappy with it but I thought it was fine..I think people just don't get the musical, and it didn't really translate as a movie or onscreen at all. But I loved the musical with the costumes when I saw it last year and I like a lot of the songs. I'm pretty sure Today is also the day I watched La La Land for the first time too!!! Big day for my worlds colliding! I can't remember if you watched it..but that movie was literally made for me and loved up to my expectations! Now Taylor confirmed the choreographer from La La Land was recommended by Emma and she wanted something more theatrical for this tour..so I'm excited to pay attention to it more when I watch the movie! stuff like focusing on different dancers throughout will be interesting.

Omg I think I forgot to ask you your favorites on Folklore and Evermore! So please tell me and I will try to answer your question. I don't think my rankings have changed much, but I loved the rerecordings and it especially made me appreciate Speak Now more. For me, I don't spend a lot of time replaying full albums and her older music feels too nostalgic so I don't really hear it so I always put it last..sorry but that's the only reason. I guess I just prefer her newer stuff more. I think it would be Folklore, Rep, Red, Lover, Midnights, Evermore, Speak Now, 1989, Fearless, Debut. The middle was hard and I'm sure switch around a lot but I'm sure of my top 3 and bottom 3 I guess. What about you? I hope you have fun at your hockey game and have a fantastic fun birthday weekend!!! 🩷🩷🩷

thank you so much!! 🥺🥺 my voice is actually mostly back — except i was talking to my friend last night (one of my best friends came over with the blank space stabby cake and told me to go at it and stab, which was quite fun) and my voice got a little squeaky near the end! and isn't that so weird? i have a little made up voice for a lot of my internet friends, and it never matches with how they actually sound in real life! i love crafty time! i was thinking of tracking that in my new planner for next year (i'm terrible at habit tracking, which is something i want to be better at too)!

mean girls could be fun! i was supposed to see taylor louderman's last matinee, but then had to sell my ticket to a friend (i was ... hungover) and then missed it when it was in seattle on tour! i'm quite curious about the movie though.

i turn 26 today! which is quite horrifying! trying not to think too much about the birthday scaries! i started listening to some fall out boy too — i listened to the so much (for) stardust album twice, and i really liked it! i definitely need to listen to it more so i know the lyrics for the concert, but i'm really excited now especially since i know i like a lot of the songs! i will go listen to 26 by paramore in a bit 🤍 i was using "25 years old, oh how were you to know" from dancing with our hands tied and "i was 25 and afraid to go outside a millennial that baby-boomers like" from give yourself a try! you are totally fine! i was talking to a friend (who also loves paramore + FOB) about my quest to get into their music and how i usually listen to albums on my walks with toto! but we get distracted a lot (we usually run into neighbors and such) but it's been fun!

i could see hayley on either of those songs! and i do think (from my brief FOB knowledge) that patrick would also sound really good on i can see you! i think it's really interesting that the same thing happened with lana — fans were like "there's not a lot of them on here", and then it turned out to be their own choice!

thank you for the url compliment! and i hope you like fruitcake! i just think it's fun! :")

i've been seeing a lot about the new theories and i'm definitely curious! andddd yes i did see the cats movie (at home) and i... am not a cats the musical fan haha. we actually have beef. my mom and i saw it on tour and someone broke into my mom's car during it and i have been like 😡 that's the show where my mom's car got broken into 😡 ever since. but the dancing/choreo in that show is beautiful, and i loved the taylor song for it! i did watch la la land! i was reading about the mandy moore interview yesterday and thought that was so cool!

ooh i think my favorites on folklore are: cardigan, mirrorball, this is me trying, and peace, and then on evermore: marjorie, right where you left me, cowboy like me, coney island and long story short! </33333 everyone's least favorite is always debut 😭 my top three are: debut, red, and speak now, and then i think folklore, fearless, and evermore, then lover, midnights, 1989, and then reputation. i'm not quite sure of the middle rankings but i am also confident in my top three and last three!

thank you so much! i'm super excited for the hockey game 🤍 hope you have a nice weekend!

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little-mouse-gardens · 5 months

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Rottmnt oc head-cannons part two

continuing on with my rottmnt oc headcannons

I have already done Marcy’s right here, https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/734298414127382528/rottmnt-oc-head-cannons-so-im-gonna-be-doing-hcs and the other parr right here https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/734344664762777600/some-more-random-hcs-that-popped-up-in-my-head

And now I have finished Sunny’s!

- her mother let her grandparents pick the middle names of her and her sisters. Her grandparents chose her middle name to be rose because the first flowers she ever was close to were roses.

- has a matching skateboard and roller skate set (everyone in her family learned to roller skate at some point in their lives)

- used to be pretty good at basketball but she hated how aggressively competitive she got so she quit and just does it as a hobby

- hates going to bowling alleys because the noise in there gives her headache (she and Marcy just chill outside or go hang out by the arcade)

- Very good at nail art. Has a little shelf and kit in her room where she can do her nails or other peoples nails.

- loves up-cycling. Literally half the stuff she has in her room is stuff she’s refurbished and made into something new.

- Loves pottery, painting it and collecting molds to make different pieces. The basement area of her and her sisters home has a space where she keeps all the molds for pottery she randomly comes across and the kiln her grandfather gave her for Christmas

- prefers to keep her hair in braids because it’s just a little easier on her (hates when her hair gets tangled because her scalp is a tiny bit sensitive and it’s super painful for her) but she does like to style her hair differently every month or so.

- Collects and makes headbands, bandannas and clips to match with her outfits

- Favorite song is riptide by Vance joy (her and Skye love to swim so they always listen to this on trips to the beach or their grandparents farm)

- Struggles a lot with having mutant abilities and keeping them under-control in public spaces (inhuman strength makes her super terrified she’s gonna hurt someone) wears a necklace her mother asked senor hueso to buy for the girls to help out a bit in public so she doesn’t accidentally hurt someone

- Cares deeply about her sisters. Like would lay down her life for them and kill anyone who makes them cry (she’s a rationally sweet person up until a point) Knows all their tells and how they think. They may drive her crazy some days but she’ll always go to them when they need her the most.

- doesn’t have many memory’s about their dad (passed away when they were real young) but visits his grave every so often to drop off flowers (sometimes raph will go with her at night to comfort her)

- trying to improve her gardening skills, has a little set up in the kitchen and in her bedroom. Focuses on vegetables and flowers but has a herb garden safely tucked on the fire escape.

- Has a pet cat who she babies and a pet duck who lives on her grandparents farm. Likes to make little sweaters and bow ties for them both.

- When she gets older she gets a bunch of floral and wildflower tattoos. Mostly on her arms and ribs (she also got her and Raphs wedding rings tattooed)

- self care days and weekends are a must (her and raph include them as dates and couples activities when they started dating)

- Has scars on her ribs from getting captured by the kraang (covers them with tattoos for her eighteenth birthday)

- she and raph, after a build up, started dating halfway through the start of season two (he confessed to her while they were over at the lair) their first date was a rooftop picnic to watch a drive in movie. He got her some earrings as a gift and she sewed him a new bandana (she also stole a teddy bear from a stand for him but shhhhh-nobody knows about that)

- Hates when her stuff is messed with like-if she finds all her stuff messed around with, broken or missing there’s gonna be a problem

- Trying to learn to sew from her sister Marcy, knows how to knit but can’t embroider for the life of her

- buys a lot of cottagecore themed clothing

- Her room = cottagecore dream

- has a particular facial expression her siblings, raph (and eventually her and Raphs kids when they are older) call the stare down which is a signal that she’s not putting up with BS in the moment

- actually loves to read, her and Marcy visit the library twice a month for new books to read, favorite book is

- Collects a lot of cutesy or asthetic stationary to keep at her desk. Leaves frog sticky notes for raph to remind him to take a breather every now and then or notes to remind her sisters of something.

- Loves visiting her grandparents farm. Favorite place to hang out is the flower garden by the lake.

- Favorite fruit is Mangos or honeydew, used to eat it as a snack when she was little and she kind of just has a taste for it ever since

- Her and Raph love to knit, they have made each other hand made gifts like blankets and plushies all the time. (bought him knitting materials for Christmas because she saw he loved it so much)

- has a small collection of plushies she keeps in a hammock above her bed. Her favorite is a donut whale plushie she nicknamed jellybean (because she sprayed jellybean scented cologne on it to help her sleep)

- cuddling/physical affection and words of affection are her love language. So her and Raph can often be seen cuddling, holding hands or just laying across each other (sprawled out across his shell, despite the fact he is terrified he’s gonna hurt her like-BABE THE SPIKES-she doesn’t care, she loves every part of him spikes and all)

- face nuzzles? FACE NUZZLES. They do it all the time (donnie Claims it makes him wanna puke even though he literally does the same thing to marcy-HYPOCRITE)

- She tries her best to keep stress and pressure off of him, even if she’s stressed herself. Like distracting him for just a few moments by squeezing his hand or reminding to him to grab himself something to eat or drink. Comforts him through his panic attacks (just lets him hold onto her for support, and he does the same for her ect.)

- Basking with raph in the sun? Yes please. If she’s over at the lair, they just grab a couple blankets, pick the sunniest spot and just lay there basking in the sun for hours (the sweet boi literally just uses his shadow to shield her if she gets to hot) cuddled up together, playing video games, reading ect.

- definitely has MAJOR trauma from the kraang incident (seeing her future self, her sisters future selves, the future turtles die, nearly suffocating to death, raph getting turned into that kraang thing, her sisters almost drowning-) Carry’s a few scars across her back that she covers with tattoos later on. Her and raph just help each-other through nightmares, ect. Spontaneous group sleepovers because everyone’s having a bad night? Blankets and snacks acquired, favorite movies put on in the projection room in the lair or the living room over at the girls house and it’s a night of literally just everyone sticking to one spot.

#rottmnt oc #oc : sunny #rottmnt raph #rise raphael #rottmnt ocs #rottmnt headcanons #oc x canon #rottmnt #next up should be Skye and Angie

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penpalkingdom · 10 months

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Name: Nadine (online- real name could be shared once we get to know each other 😊)

Age: 33

Country: USA - California

Some info about me/ Interests: I like to read! Current book is In the Company of Witches. I mostly read Fantasy, Sci-fi, Historical/fantasy Romance, but am happy to branch out. As long as the story is entertaining, that’s all I care about. I am a cat lady. I have 4, 2 who love to be indoors, 2 who prefer to roam outside. I have a little doggo named Leeloo. She’s cute. My partner of 10 years and I share a home with my younger sister and her dog. We all get along great. I like to paint and craft. I have a ton of ideas and follow through on …most… of them. Haha. I’ve just begun some crafts for this upcoming Halloween season (it’s my favorite holiday to decorate for, followed by Christmas) I however am not religious. Spiritual would be a more fitting word. I do identify as a witch, but practice solitarily. I’m currently in between work, but have worked mostly in administrative positions but have also work as a Medical Assistant. Biology and Anatomy were favorite subjects of mine. I’m a former musician. I say former as I do not really practice anymore. I played for nearly 10 years. Trombone and Flute. I still have such an appreciation for music and musicians. I’m the type of person who will rewatch a show for the 10th time instead of turning on something new, especially when I just want to relax. I do find time to see new things though, I swear. Haha. My go too’s are The Office, Once Upon A Time, and Ghost Adventures.

What I’m looking for: I think there’s a general consensus that it gets harder to make friends as you get older. I’m looking for long term friendships and would love to become snail mail penpals after exchanging some messages/emails online first until we’re both comfortable sharing mailing info. Preferably Female or female identifying persons around my age, but if we hit it off and get along, that’s all that matters. Again, I am in a relationship and happy and am only looking for friendship. No preference in a person from a particular country, but I do have a fascination with Scotland and would love to visit someday. It would be nice to know someone in the country before I end up going! Also, please be aware that I may not answer an email or message for a day or two, so must have a little patience in getting a response. Some days it may be immediate though!

How you can contact me: please contact me through Tumblr callxmexnadine.tumblr.com or via my email: CallxMexNadine @ gmail.com [without the spaces]

Thanks for reading! Hope you have a wonderful day!

#penpal #snailmail #postcards #electronic mail #online friends #internet friends #25-30 #30+#penpalkingdom #submission

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Can you write about Brinn (or Britt) taking Santana to a 7-Eleven?

Santana was only six (she wasn't a baby, she'd turn seven in August and that was what she reminded anyone who asked her), riding the new red bike she got for Christmas around the block when she bumped into this weird, tall kid with light brown hair she saw sometimes. He had an old looking green scooter that Santana thought looked pretty lame and was wearing a Power Rangers shirt. He had recently moved into the neighbourhood with his mom, that was all Santana knew.

"Hey, do you want to be friends?" The other six year old asked, wincing when she glared at him.

"No!" Santana shouted and left in a flash before he had a chance to answer her, showing off how fast she was. Santana thought Finn was annoying but she didn't know anyone else in the neighbourhood who was her age, so she ended up hanging around him when she was completely bored a few times. She didn't like boys much and he was one of the dumbest boys she had ever met. One day, she came over to his house to watch some lame Star Wars movie he kept ranting about. Santana's jaw dropped when the prettiest girl she had ever seen came to the door.

This had to be Finn's older sister he had mentioned before several times. She was nine, much taller than Santana and had the brightest, cat-like blue eyes, along with long blonde hair. Santana was speechless when she smiled at her and there were butterflies in her stomach.

Santana was so awestruck by Brittany that it took her a while before she was comfortable enough in the older girl's presence to act normally but once she did, she became closer to Brittany than she had been with Finn. The trio soon did everything together, even though Santana secretly would have preferred if it was just her and Brittany. Finn began to pout and complain about the two girls always leaving him out of things.

Fast forward more than ten years later and an eighteen year old Santana was nervous when her childhood friend Finn was calling up the Latina to ask if she wanted to hang out with him and his sister on a summer day.

"Whatever, Finnocence. I guess." She mumbled into the phone disinterestedly. She and Finn moved in different circles in high school and Santana still found him irritating half the time but he was one of the popular jocks and she was a cheerleader, so at least they had their popularity in common.

She had nothing better to do that day other than paint her nails and maybe just maybe part of her was nostalgic for weekends at the Hudson house and lame movies. Carole and her boyfriend Darren had always treated her like family. There was the sound of giggling in the background as someone seemed to grab the phone out of Finn's hand and a girl's voice.

"Oh wait, my sister's back home from college on vacation and wants to say hi..."

Santana swallowed hard, heat rising to her face as her nervousness took over. She had always had a massive crush on Brittany but had been too terrified to admit it to the older girl. She felt like there was no way someone as angelic as Brittany could ever love her back and now that she was in college, she was even further out of her league.

"H-hi..." She stuttered nervously, cringing at herself for how shy she sounded. Brittany was an incredibly gorgeous girl and even though Santana tried to date other girls in the past, she couldn't get the freckled, blonde she knew since childhood out of her head.

"Hi Santana!" Brittany chirped casually, "It's been a while. I missed seeing you."

"I m-missed you too."

"So are you coming? Finn and I have the coolest place ever to take you to."

"Sure. I'll be ready," Santana tried to ignore how the butterflies were fluttering again like crazy. She was so nervous about going out with Brittany, even though it wasn't as if the three of them hadn't been out countless times together before. "Where are we going?"

"It's a secret," She teased with another soft giggle, "We'll pick you up in ten minutes, okay?"

Santana began to panic as soon as she ended the call and spent what felt like a million years primping in the mirror, staring at her reflection and making sure her straight black hair and makeup looked amazing because there was no way she'd let Brittany see her looking like a mess. Her tight jeans, black leather jacket and boots would have to do.

There was an insanely bright pink G-Wagon parked in the driveway of the Lopez mansion a little later than Brittany said she'd be. Finn and Brittany could never do anything on time. The blonde girl saw Santana watching them through the window and waved at her from the driver's seat. Santana tried to calm the butterflies she felt again but quickly made her way down to her friends after her mother shouted at her telling her the Hudsons were there. Finn fist-bumped her in greeting and Brittany grinned cheerfully when Santana climbed into the backseat.

"Hi Guys."

"Hi, Hot Stuff!" Brittany quipped, meeting her gaze head on.

Was she flirting with her or what? Blue eyes were narrowed, long lashes fluttering and it felt like Brittany was eyeing her appreciatively but maybe that was just wishful thinking on Santana's part. "Wow, you're all dressed up. It's just us, Silly. Remember you and I used to play naked in the splash pool?"

Santana blushed deeply, squirming as she snapped her seatbelt on and trying not to look as flustered as she felt. Finn just laughed awkwardly, his hoodie pulled over his head because he was being driven in Brittany's Barbie pink car. Of course Finn, being Finn also was completely oblivious to Santana's huge crush on his sister.

"I've also seen you in Hello Kitty pajamas, Santana. You look great in that leather jacket though."

"You too. You look... nice." Santana responded, cursing herself for not having a better line. Brittany was wearing an adorable pink shirt with black cats and jean shorts, her long hair in beachy waves. She was even more beautiful than Santana remembered her being.

"Um, Britt... you might want to pay attention to the um, road. Getting kind of dizzy." Finn pointed out as Brittany swerved wildly and drove like she was flying. Santana started to feel a little disoriented herself. Brittany was the craziest driver she knew and she’d get distracted by anything.

"I think we just drove past here." He mentioned as it felt like Brittany had circled the same block a few times."

"Oops, sorry. I had my head in the clouds. This happens all the time." Brittany spoke in a dreamy voice but at least they were finally on the highway again.

"It feels like I'm being kidnapped by Barbie." Santana joked as Brittany drove along in her crazy, girly car for twenty more minutes and Finn kept making his usual dad jokes, bopping his head to some pop song Brittany was playing. There was an easygoing, light vibe like how it always was with the Hudson siblings and Santana found herself enjoying how relaxed it was with them, even though it was hard to focus on anything other than her attraction to Brittany.

"Ohh remember when we used to play Barbies?” Brittany glanced back at her in the rear view mirror, beaming. "Finn used to be really into that too."

"Hey now, let's keep that just between us," Finn chuckled nervously as Santana snickered. "It was just fun making up stories."

"You set my Ken doll on fire." His sister giggled, catching Santana's eye again and pointedly staring at her. It was true that Santana had been insanely jealous of watching Brittany being obsessed with that doll when she was eight and set it on fire in a fit of rage. Santana slumped down into her seat in embarrassment as the two smirked at her.

"Oh look, we're here!" Finn announced happily. Santana blinked in complete confusion as they pulled into a gas station. "It's the most fun place ever. Britt and I go here all the time for fun."

"It's... a 7-Eleven..." Santana said flatly, blinking in confusion as Finn and Brittany got out and encouraged her to follow them. It was probably the biggest 7-Eleven Santana had ever seen. When Finn kept ranting about some cool place they wanted to take her, Santana expected something way better than this. She was unimpressed.

Finn kept looking over at Brittany like an excited puppy to see her reaction. Ever since Santana first met him, Finn always looked up to his older sister. Brittany reached up as she was shorter than him even in her high heels and ruffled his brown hair affectionately.

"Yeah, I know. Isn't that great?" Brittany gushed to the black-haired girl. Santana nearly tripped when her hand grabbed hers as they walked over, forgetting about anything disparaging she was going to say as she saw how excited Brittany was. She didn't understand why Brittany was holding her hand but she wasn't going to pull away.

"Um... it's something." Santana cleared her throat, trying not to hurt the girl's feelings.

"This is the best place ever to get snacks other than the dollar store. Hey look, Brittany, chips are on sale!" Finn grabbed several huge bags of potato chips, shoving them into a basket and Brittany made a delighted sound. Both of their eyes went big as they saw all of the snacks on display in the aisles. "We'll need to get all the discounted Halloween chocolates too."

"Yep and don't forget ice cream. We're running low on chocolatey caramel vanilla swirl and that's my favourite." Brittany added with a nod. For the life of her, Santana couldn't understand what the two were so happy about but they moved around at a fast pace and talked like they were seasoned experts. Her face fell and she tried not to look disappointed when Brittany let go of her hand to go inspect a huge bag of pink and white marshmallows Finn was holding up.

"Are you guys done yet?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest, not keeping the irritation out of her voice after the two of them spent the next ten minutes debating which snacks they should get.

"Don't worry, it's not over just yet. The best part is about to come." Brittany winked at her and Santana's knees felt a little shaky.

"Oh you're in for a treat, Santana. I can't believe you've never tried this stuff before." Finn sighed, in ecstasy as he bit into a chocolate bar.

"I can't either." Santana deadpanned as he and Brittany lead her over to the counter where you could buy nachos and slushies. Sure, Santana had been to a 7-Eleven once or twice in her life but she was completely out of her element.

She liked to live in luxury and gas station food wasn't exactly glamorous. She cringed, thinking of the germs the food was probably full of and her eyes darted around, hoping that no one from her high school was seeing her there. This was what she got all dressed up for? Brittany handed her a set of nachos and added cheese to them for her. Santana stared at them scornfully but her face softened when Brittany looked at her encouragingly.

"Yeah, they’re good. The cheese does kinda make me gassy though so you might want to roll a window down just in case." Finn added as an afterthought and Brittany laughed loudly, elbowing him in the side while Santana just stared at him, repulsed. Santana could never really understand the dynamic between the Hudson siblings.

"It's delicious, trust me. Do you want a slushie too?"

"Ew - I mean no - no thank you. They're way too sweet." Santana made a face as Finn began sipping the blue extra large slushie he was holding and Brittany just shrugged, sipping from her smaller red one as she paid for their things. Santana offered to pay for hers but Brittany didn’t let her. They also grabbed some hot dogs with everything on them for Finn and he made sure to cover his nachos with every topping imaginable.

"What the fuck, Flopson?" Santana groaned when Finn bumped into her, spilling some slushie on her expensive shirt. She could practically scream in frustration. That was the last straw. She hated feeling unclean. Seeing the puddles of spilled slushie and dried on coffee on areas of the floor everywhere she went only made her feel more repulsed.

Santana slipped away into the aisles, asking or rather demanding with a snarl that Finn held her tray, along with his own, much heavier one. The boy just blinked at her in confusion but didn't argue as he knew not to argue back with Santana when she was in one of her moods. She was annoyed at watching Finn stuff his big face the whole time they stood up by the counter and flustered about having to hang out in this gross, tacky place in the first place.

"Whoa - what the fuck..."

She was surprised when she felt arms wrap around her and was about to deck whichever pervert grabbed her but she heard Brittany's soft voice in her ear and blushed, feeling her curves pressed against her back.

"Are you okay, Santana?" She giggled as Santana turned around to face her with a flustered expression. "Not too traumatized?"

So Brittany had noticed her lack of interest after all. Santana didn't want to upset the girl by admitting she wasn't into gas station food.

"I'm not..."

"I'm sorry about your shirt. You know my little bro gets clumsy sometimes. You can borrow one of mine and I'll help you get the stain out."

"T-thanks."

"You look really weirded out. I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable by taking you here. If you want, I can take you back to our place or somewhere else."

"It's fine, Brittany. It's just not exactly... fancy."

"I know you only like your fancy pants five star restaurants but thanks for coming with us anyway," Something about the way Brittany was standing so close to her, whispering in her ear was making Santana forget to breathe. "For what it's worth, you look really hot in that outfit. It's turning me on."

Santana yelped, looking around to make sure Finn wasn't hearing them because she was so flustered by Brittany. She was relieved that they seemed to be alone, out of earshot of the other customers. She practically overheated when Brittany slipped sneaky hands into the back pockets of her jeans and gave her ass a squeeze.

"Brittany! What are you doing?"

"Sorry, you just looked so cute. I had no choice." Brittany winked again, her octopus arms disappearing from around Santana as she finally moved away. Santana took a deep breath, summoning all her courage and grabbed Brittany's hand, pulling her in close and glared at her.

"Wait, Brittany, I...look, are you... are you flirting with me? Just stop leading me on, okay, if that's what you're doing because... I really like you, way way too much and I don't know if I should be telling you this but... "

Instead of answering, Brittany leaned in close again, cupping Santana's jaw to tilt her face upwards and kissed her. Santana tensed at first, not expecting it. It wasn't that long of a kiss but Santana accidentally dropped the bag of jelly beans she was holding for Brittany and melted completely at the touch of those soft lips against hers. She could taste the cherry flavour from the slushie and to her surprise, it wasn't the least bit unappealing on Brittany.

"Mmm... making out in the 7-Eleven in the chip aisle. So sexy." Brittany joked as they parted and Santana's heart continued to beat rapidly. Santana couldn't help but laugh and Brittany took her hand again and lead her away.

"Whoa, what's going on? Were you guys kissing just now?" Finn raised an eyebrow, grinning at them playfully as he handed them their food and they sat around at a table. He whistled at them, chuckling when neither Brittany or Santana denied it, the black-haired girl hiding her face.

"Maybe." Brittany smirked back at her brother, stealing a bunch of Santana's nachos and the Latina didn't protest at all. Finn made a face at the two as he finally seemed to realize that there was something going on between his sister and the dark-haired girl.

"Huh..." He got out, finishing his third hot dog after the huge set of loaded nachos he had demolished. Finn had always been overprotective of Brittany and Santana wondered if she should start running when the big guy frowned, furrowing his brows. "That's just... wow...I guess I always knew Santana had a huge crush on you."

Santana could not have been more embarrassed as the siblings smirked at her.

"Best first date ever?" Brittany asked jokingly, whispering into Santana's ear. Santana forgot how to speak when Brittany kissed the tip of her ear. She realized that Brittany was kind of right... it had been like a first date for them almost. A very weird one but at least she still got a kiss out of it from the prettiest girl in existence.

"You got that right." She smirked, wrinkling her nose at the smell of nacho cheese on the girl but thinking she was adorable all the same as they finished their food - Santana barely touched hers, much to Finn’s confusion, giving most of it to the siblings to finish - and Brittany lead them back in the direction of her Barbie car, her arm around Santana's shoulders.

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