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buckys-little-belle · 5 months

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Chapter One - The Blue Crayon

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

Warnings - Reader cries, first meeting jitters, brief talks of Bucky’s ‘old life’, mainly fluff

Word Count - 1,836

Note - Releasing this is really scary, and nerve wracking. I'm worried people will hate my new writing style, or won't enjoy the slight changes to the plot/pace/overall creation. Please know that this means a lot to me, and has really given me back a piece of me I thought I lost. Enjoy, and I hope you love this as much as I do <3

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★ Prologue ★

After years of feeling out of place no matter where he went, and feeling like he didn’t belong no matter what he did to fit in, Bucky took a trip to a Cafe he remembered from his old days in Brooklyn.

The interior looked the same as it had decades ago, the soft blue and green diner furniture was in pristine shape. The metal of the counter looked slightly more scratched and worn, but the whole place had the same feel it did when he first walked in years ago.

While most cafes offered the same types of coffee and treats, none of them were anything like Cafe BigNSmall. Instead of being on a busy street open to just anyone, it was hidden away from prying eyes on a calm street, and was catered towards Littles and Caregivers.

It was founded before Bucky was even born, a group of people looking for a place to meet up comfortably, but also create a safe space for other Littles and Caregivers that might also be in need of a community.

Bucky had stumbled his way into a conversation years ago about Littles and Caregivers, at first he didn’t understand what the conversation was about, but after asking a few questions and being given the address to the hardly known, yet also famous, cafe his whole idea around the topic changed. And after a few visits with his best friend by his side the two of them realised that the community they had accidentally found was one they fit perfectly into.

Bucky half expected the well hidden cafe to be gone, or at least moved to a different location after all these years, but as he walked along the familiar sidewalk and stopped in front of the building he used to visit weekly, a warm feeling spread along his chest. The feeling of finally finding someplace he knew, and some place that knew him, was the best feeling he had felt in a while.

Even the ding of the welcome bell was the same, the coffee just as good as he remembered it, and the crunch of the leather covered diner booth sounded just as he had remembered it.

The feeling of sitting at a table alone though was new, his days spent here were always spent with Steve and other people they had met along the way. But now he sat in his favourite booth with a bag full of activities, and a heart in need of a purpose. He realised that even though the building had stayed the same, he hadn’t.

Weeks went by as he watched groups of Littles and Caregivers sit around tables and talk, colour, and laugh. He understood why people avoided him, if they knew who he was they had reason to walk away, and even if they didn’t know him as ‘The Winter Soldier” he was still dressed head to toe in black, stood at times a foot above everyone else, and always had an easily read as angry expression plastered on his face.

It had been a month before anyone talked to him, and although he wished that he could have felt included sooner, he was happy that Y/n was the first person he met, even if it took weeks of waiting.

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The sun was shining brightly through the wall of windows, Bucky’s booth drowning in light, the small plant that sat with a basket full of sugar and cream was no doubt enjoying the nice weather.

Bucky’s coat sat next to him, his phone buzzing from time to time though he ignored it. Instead of calling Steve back, or making sure Sam didn’t need something he surveyed the room, making sure all exits were secure, and danger wasn’t present.

He, in a way, had given up the idea that he would meet a Little, or even a friend, but decided that in the absence of someone he would spend his time as - unwanted, and unneeded, as well as unofficial - security for those who spent their days here with friends.

As his eyes drifted to make sure his car parked on a side street was still in tack he heard a small shuffle next to him, then a small voice spoke. “Um, Mr?” He turned his head to see a girl with tear marks down her face staring at him. Her green shirt’s sleeves covered in wiped tears, her overalls slightly off her one shoulder.

Bucky just stared at her for a second, waiting for her to fizzle away and reveal herself as a dream, or run in fear when she saw his face, but she didn’t. “Hi.” He cleared his throat, trying his best to put on a neutral tone and facial expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked, shuffling in his seat slightly, his nerves evident.

“My, um.” Her left hand covered in her sleeve came back up to her face, rubbing her eye before she continued. “My crayon broke.” The girls lower lip wobbled now, bringing up what must have happened clearly causing her distress. “The nice cash lady said you, you migh’ have some crayons?” Her voiced lowered to a whisper now.

Bucky smiled, the warmth he felt when he first stepped inside a month ago finally coming back. His backpack was filled with Little friendly activities and supplies for this reason exactly. “I do.” He answered, unzipping his backpack and pulling out his carton of 96 crayons. “What colour do you need, Bub?” The nickname slipped out on accident, but the girl in front of him didn’t seem to notice, too awe struck by the box of crayons in front of him.

She sniffled before answering. “I need blue.” She said with a little more confidence. “Hold on.” She whispered, jogging back to what Bucky assumed was her table. “This one, please.” She pulled out two halves of a blue crayon from her box. Her crayon box was smaller than Bucky’s, only a handful of crayons inside, unlike his though her’s had a small sticker on it that read “Y/n.”

“Y/n?” He asked, the girl snapping her head to him, her eyes wide. Bucky tapped the sticker on her box, Y/n flipping it over and realising how he now knew her name. “There’s too many blue crayons in this box to know what one you want.” He said, hoping it didn’t come off mean or like he was showing off his ‘better’ supplies. “Why don’t you take the box back to your table and use any of the crayons I have for the day.” He offers, hoping that his generosity could help earn Y/n’s trust over time.

“Can I jus’ sit here?” Y/n asked, her hands fiddling with the box in her hands.

“You want to sit here?” Bucky parrots her words back to her, hardly believing that she would want to sit with him.

“Yeah, if that’s okay.” Her lower lip began to wobble again as she took a step back. “Unless, I’m sorry, I can go.” She said quickly, clearly taking Bucky’s surprise as anger.

“You can sit here.” Bucky’s words were also spoken quickly, worried if he didn’t say anything right away she would run from him. “No one’s wanted to sit with me yet, I’m just surprised.” Y/n nodded her head and put her small box down on the table before walking back to hers.

In a minute she had gathered all her things and made her way back to Bucky, her backpack now sitting on the other seat. “You sure that I can sit here?” Bucky noticed her slight change in speech, a clear sign of further regression.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He smiled, Y/n sitting down but still holding her colouring book to her chest, her back straight as a pin. “I’m glad you came over.” He says in hopes to reassure her he wants her here. “It’s nice to have a friend.” Y/n smiles at that, placing her book down, showing a half done colouring page.

“I agree, bein’ lonely is sad.” She frowns. “Do you wanna colour with me?” Her tone is hopeful, looking at Bucky with a smile.

“I’d love to.” He smiled back, pushing his coffee to the side and accepting the page Y/n tore out for him. The two of them colouring their respective pages in silence for an hour before Y/n sat up straight with the biggest smile Bucky had seen so far.

“Done!” She practically yelled. Bucky had been done for a while now, adding his own doodles around the actual lines of the drawing. “Look.” She slides the book towards him, a coloured picture of a princess and her wildlife friends surrounding her staring back up at him.

“This is really good, Bub.” Bucky coos, surprised at her ability to stay mainly in the lines of the original lines.

“You can keep it.” She quickly squiggles something on the bottom, Bucky assuming it’s her form of a signature.

“Thank y-” His words are cut off by the shrill of an alarm, Y/n digging her phone out of her backpack to turn it off, frowning as she places the phone on the table.

“I have to go home now.” She frowns as she starts to pack up her bag, pausing to turn to Bucky. “Will you, can you.” She stumbles over her words. “Are you coming here tomorrow?” She eventually asks, her eyes avoiding Bucky’s.

“Are you?” He counter asks.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be here tomorrow.” She smiles and finally looks at him.

Y/n spends a few more minutes packing up her things before she stands. “Thank you Mr.” She holds her hand out for a handshake, Bucky’s back straightening as he realises he’ll have to shake her hand with his left. Instead of doing so he grabs her left hand with his right and shakes that one, her giggles worth the awkward situation. “Bye Mr.” She says, turning to leave, but Bucky keeps a hold of her hand.

“Why don’t you keep these?” He says, pushing the box of crayons closer to her near the edge of the table.

“Borrow them?” She asks.

“No, I want you to keep them.” He nudges them her way a little more. “I think you’ll get much more use out of them than I ever would.” He smiles as he watches her’s grow bigger. Picking them up she does a little jump, her backpack jingling as she does.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She spins before whispering a ‘thank you’.

Before Bucky could say goodbye, or ask for her phone number, she had already walked out of the building, walking down the sidewalk looking at the box of crayons in awe. The broken blue crayon still sat on the table, he smiled, picking it up and placing it in his pocket. The small thing a reminder of the best day he’s had in a long time.

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verysium · 5 months

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if you had to associate a city from the world w any bllk character of your liking which cities with who and why? sorry for the odd question lmao it just crossed my mind. love ur works btw!💗

i love unconventional questions like these cus then i have to really think hard to come up with a good answer. i will admit i am slightly biased because i feel that the current teams they play for already represent them well, so some of these might be a repeat. also i am not that well-travelled (wish i could if i had the money), so i'm merely going off the reputed description of each city.

rin would be paris. i know it sounds unoriginal, but pxg rin has already grown 10x prettier than he was during the u-20 arc, so something in that city air must be doing him right. also i feel like he just dresses like a stereotypical european lol. the winter coat and scarf combo plus the perpetual scowl on his face. he probably walks super quickly down the metro too. i have this fic in the drafts where rin and reader meet up at his shitty parisian apartment and eat hotpot and smoke cigs on a random sidewalk in winter. rin is also high class. it just comes naturally to him. like if u ever take a walk near place charles de gaulle (the arc de triomphe area), there's this quiet luxury that is prominent in the fancy hotels and brand stores that make up the vicinity. even better if u go during christmas time because they have these intricately detailed light fixtures. i remember seeing this one cartier store with a giant glittering jaguar on the front. not to mention their swarovski christmas tree. rin's like that. i feel like in a few years once he goes fully professional, the media would go wild over his poise and refined grace. he just has that subtly enticing aura, like a silent glamour.

sae would be madrid. not just because it's canon but also because i feel like the city is just the polar opposite of him. madrid is one of the hottest cities in europe, and sae's just perpetually cold. even in the literal sense, i feel like he would have cold hands and feet too. if u see those wes anderson style travel commercials of madrid, it's always some variation of pastel houses, sunshine, and bikini beaches. that is exactly what sae is not like. i also chose this for...*ahem* spoiler reasons in my upcoming fic chapter which i'm not going to delve too much into. but the gist is that the contrast is why sae fits so well in madrid and also why it's a bit tragic to see how drastically he has to change in order to adapt to a new environment. if not spain, i feel like he'd still end up somewhere with a large coastline because of how fundamental the sea is to him throughout his childhood. it's sort of his safe space. if i had the choice to assign two cities, i'd also include his hometown of kamakura since he seems like the type to be secretly sentimental. i picture sae as someone who values his roots even though he constantly says he has bigger and better places to be. like he would tell everyone that he was born in the wrong country but then proceed to sigh melodramatically whenever he actually misses home.

kaiser is a weird mix of munich, new york, and las vegas. i chose munich largely because of his german roots. i also picture him as bavarian. new york and las vegas are mostly attributed to the duality of his character. when we first see kaiser, he's this figure of flamboyance. his entrance was hands-down the most theatrically dramatic one, and there are theatre motifs throughout his dialogue (eg. roles on a stage, rejecting yoichi's script/play). i feel like this would fit well with the extravagant nightlife las vegas is known for and, of course, broadway in NYC. furthermore, kaiser is this prime example of clawing your way to the top. he seems charismatic and welcoming at first, but then we see his internal motives and well...it's something. he is cutthroat when it comes to competition, and he's not afraid of using others in his ascent to the top. i mean...he literally holds people by the hair as if they're mere objects. that seems pretty ruthless and machiavellian to me. i doubt he even humanizes any of his rivals; rather, he views them as opponents to his ideology. there's also a reason why they say if you make it in new york, you can make it anywhere. there's a highly individualistic mindset, and if you really want something, the resources are there for you to achieve it. kaiser is like that in the sense he is willing to put his all into getting something he desires, even up to an obsessive degree.

yukimiya is london. like u know what taylor swift said about the english? that's yukimiya for you. he treats his mother right, sleeps 8 hours a day, and said his first love was when his friend's 16-year-old sister kissed him on the forehead. he cannot be any more perfect. not to mention he's a literal model. like hello? IMG is calling.

shidou is somewhere in ohio. i'm not going to elaborate. the man's just weird.

isagi is somewhere rural. idk why but he strikes me as a country boy. probably helps his parents on the rice farm and bikes long distances to school. i found a lot of parallels between him and hinata shoyo from haikyu mostly because they're both from a smaller, lesser known neighborhood, have a pretty ordinary childhood, and become inspired by this influential role model. my secondary reason is just that isagi doesn't seem like he'd even be familiar with the urban landscape. he's lived his life in humble origins, so i think there might be some culture shock once he actually gets to the city. like...boy was genuinely amazed when he entered that blue lock facility. never seen so much high-end equipment and technology in his life.

ego lives in a sewer. i cannot tell u his precise location just that he probably hasn't washed his hair in 45 days and is still surviving off processed ramen noodles. please pray for him.

barou is los angeles and if not socal, then he's from the bay area. i took one good look at his artificially dyed red hair and the answer was clear. he is not immune to trends guys. it's almost embarrassing. furthermore, i think the general silicon valley area is known to be hardworking, and that encapsulates barou pretty well. he is disciplined to the core, and he knows that success is not going to come to him without him actively trying to reach it. he's also...(let's be real guys)...just a teensy weensy bit arrogant. he calls himself a king, as in a literal monarch. and he says this in the most serious tone too. now he rightfully earned that title, but it doesn't erase the secondhand cringe i felt from reading that dialogue LOL.

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ghouljams · 7 months

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what is fae!ghosts backstory? (going through older posts one from august 2nd mentioned price saving him)

Ooh I've been wanting to write his backstory out for a while, but never really had a good reason to. It's not a very nice backstory, I feel bad putting him through it, but who is Ghost if he hasn't been completely tattered by the wounds of his past?

tw: mentions of sexual assault, abuse, torture, familial abuse, references to Ghost's canon backstory

So let's go back to the very beginning of Ghost's story, back to his childhood. In this AU Ghost probably would've been born some time in the 14-1500s. When the fae were better known and traded with. Some time in the old days before people started explaining away magic. His family didn't exist in a city, they were up in the northern country, in a little village where people kept to themselves. Where people minded their business lest it be minded for them.

Simon's father was as awful and abusive as he is in the canon lore. His mother couldn't raise a hand to help, and his brother was too young to really understand what was happening. The only real difference was that his father owed some serious debts to a local creditor. Despite all of that Simon does his best to grow up, but by the time he's reached teenage status the debts his father have racked up aren't going to be paid off so easily. What does a good father do when he has nothing to pay off the fae? Sell his son of course.

Simon Riley is taken from his home by a fae named Manuel Roba, who really didn't have a need for a child so much as he had need for a dog. Simon is strong, a butcher's apprentice, but he's stubborn and he's smart. He knows the stories, he knows how to deal with the fae, knows the rules they follow. Or he thinks he does. The problem is that Roba has his own rules, ones that Simon is punished for when he doesn't follow them exactly. All in the hopes of breaking that stubborn spirit and shaping Simon into the dog he needs.

Roba is a summer fae, so he takes Simon out to Winter(the worst season he can think of) and works on him there. Breaks his bones, rapes him, buries him alive in the snow and forces him to claw his way out. For years. Breaking Simon down little by little, and threatening to do the same to Tommy or his mother if he doesn't learn. When he's in a good mood Simon can stay in the house, if he pays his way, works off some of the debts he's accrued with Roba since he's been taking care of him.

Despite everything Simon doesn't break, there's something in his blood, the tapping doesn't work, and ten years of torture just make him resent Roba. Just make him more violent towards the man, more animal than human, but also more uncontrollable.

It's the last torture Roba has to take him out of the Wild and back to the human world, where hundreds of years have passed without Simon. Everyone he ever knew or loved long dead and buried. And his skin doesn't fit right anymore. There's too much wild magic in him, he's remade himself too many times, been buried in the wild too often to be human anymore. It's the early 1800s when Roba drops him in the middle of the city. Everything too loud and bright and overstimulating. Nothing smells right. Except the blood.

Roba wanted a hunter, kept Ghost on a slim be diet of viscera, and he has one. The way Ghost's mouth waters at all the weak little humans that scurry past him. And he can see their tethers, see their hearts pumping blood through their veins, can smell how to lure them where he wants. It's intoxicating in a way he's never experienced before. Then it's ripped away from him, he's hung from his ribs at the edge of the forest and left there.

Except when Roba hears that a creditor he owes is coming for a visit. Now, the trick here is that Roba is breaking rules. Breaking Ghost is breaking rules. He has to hide him, has to bury him again. Easy enough, Ghost's half dead, mostly starved, he won't be climbing out any time soon. So Price comes to collect payment, and he's seen Ghost in the city, he knows what's been done to him. He can smell the last lingering shred of proof at what once was human.

Ghost doesn't know what happens above ground. He knows that he pulled a jaw from another corpse's skull, he knows that he didn't survive this burial, and he knows that he smells smoke. He knows that when he's pulled from the grave there's blood to gorge himself on, and that someone has started a fire. He knows that Price tells him he's sorry, and even though he doesn't really understand what that means it hooks something dark in his chest.

Price stabilizes him, fills in the cracks with smoke, makes a tidy banshee/wraith out of what was once human, and offers him a proper job. Offers him a name that could be his, if he wanted it. And it's easy work. All he has to do is follow Price around, and he gets three square meals, good meals; he gets someone to hold onto when everything is too much, Ghost gets stitched together, the holes patched with gentle hands. He doesn't have to think, doesn't have to be. Price is safe, Price teaches him to control his new magic, shows him how the rules should work(how they keep everyone safe, including Ghost), teaches him how to hunt.

Price pulls him from the mental grave Ghost dug for himself, helps him sort through his memories, doesn't mention the heavy tether between them. I don't think Simon survived that last burial, I think the wild finally broke into him, finally staked its full claim on him. I don't think Ghost talked for a long time, after Price took him in.

Then Gaz showed up, brought Soap along for the ride. Then it wasn't "I'm his dog" it was "we're a team" and that helped a lot. Gaz and Soap brought enough sunshine to bring a bit of the old Simon back, to get him making jokes and being charming in bars. With the hopes of hunting better, of course. And he finally go to live alongside the human world again, got to watch it grow and change, carved out a space for himself and started to feel whole again. Bounced between the 141's home bases before he was talked into getting his own.

A very successful period of being Ghost for a long time. He was well cared for, maybe even loved, but none of the 141 was his. So he indulged in his prey, trapping hearts in tidy little fantasies. Playing house until he thought they were sweet enough to eat. Tap, tap, tapping until he found you. Just for him, always for him. In every universe, in every iteration, in every soft whisper of his name.

Of course you're the one to pull Simon from the grave, to bring his humanity back and fit the last piece into his puzzle. So that when the 141 sees him smile at his drink they all can see the full picture of him.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #fae!ghost #1fae1 #I think that first time Ghost smiles in the bar Gaz and Soap both kiss him #just so excited to see it #Price is a little more restrained but just barely #happy october everyone

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kiss-me-muchoo · 1 year

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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 • 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐬 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭… 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐀𝐍 • 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :𝟎

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚) (𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢.𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤)

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

「 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲: 𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 」 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 5

(𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚)

Dear Joel…

I don’t think you’ll ever read this. That’s why I’m doing it. But if you are, it’s because something happened to me. I just want to pretend you’ll know this. All those little things I never told you. Because if you die, I don’t know what I’m doing. And if for some reason I end up dead, and you live, I want you to know everything. I was born on a ranch in California. My parents wanted a home birth, and the stress of the city of Pasadena wasn’t ideal. So they decided to deliver me at my grandparent’s ranch in the East. So, yes, I was a California girl. I remember the beach and everyone laughing at my squealing when I touched the sand and the water. I was very little when the world stopped. My family and I lived on the ranch for three years, but supplies were over. The winters were arid, and rangers had tried to attack us. So we started our way to some QZ. We almost made it to the QZ of Colorado, but my mother had the flu, so they kicked us out. I was five at that time, and we discovered I had asthma. So without the inhalator, there were a couple of nights when my family sent me to sleep with a goodbye in case I didn’t make it till the following day. Then we tried on Memphis, but they didn’t have space. Until we ended up in Boston’s QZ. FEDRA allowed us because we had plenty of seeds to grow, including illegal stuff. They even allowed me to stay out of FEDRA school, it was a bribe. Also, my aunt was a firefly, yes, I bet she knew Marlene. You know? I saw you once in 2018. You were doing one of your deals with an agent. And I was taking a break from the clinic. I thought you were scary, but I liked how you never let anyone intimidate you. Then I saw you in the park, drinking something. I was about to get close, and I wanted to know you. But my aunt didn’t let me, she said you were dangerous. Do you remember that morning? When everyone was talking about the harvesting family dying. It’s okay, it will always hurt and haunt me, but I need to write it. They took me out some minutes after the shooting I caused. And while they were testing me, I bet they burned the house; you probably saw it. I know you burned my mother and my father while working, Joel. You have my mother’s locket. And I know you never told me because you wanted to protect me.

That’s one of the many reasons why I love you.

My aunt was an English high school teacher. So she educated me, and that’s why I love reading. It wasn’t just because I wanted to look attractive. My grandma was a surgeon’s assistant, and she taught me everything. So that’s why I was a nurse on the QZ. My favorite movie was Anastasia and The hunchback of Notre Dame; that’s why I begged to look for a biography of the Romanovs when you took me to the library. That night I knew you were made for me, Joel. Even if I thought you didn’t feel the same, that you felt pity for me, I knew I loved you. Because you saved me. You reformed me. Of all the patients and colleagues I used to have, no one offered help or condolence. But you, you took me from that filthy place and brought me to your home. Tired, mad, stressed, with all of that, you looked every day to get me medicines for the anemia, the inhalators, the vitamins.

And you wanted me to not fall in love with you? You’re my guardian angel, Joel; you’re my savior.

I love your expressionless face because I’m the only one who knows how you feel. When you start talking with that Texas drawl, it reminds me that you were a different person long before I met you. You have told me you feel like a bad person, but you are not that, Joel. And all the bad things you have done are being paid with your good intentions towards Ellie, as me. I wish we had met in different circumstances, where we could have had plenty of dates in the library, and I could have heard you singing on a lovely porch. Because we have the souls of artists. I can feel it. You, the singer, and me… the film director. I wanted to be a film director because I was too paranoid to be an actress. I could write a whole play about our tragic love story. Yeah, I’d like that. But you know my biggest wish is that family. The baby, the husband, and the ranch house. The truth is… I’m too fucked up for that. How many times have we talked about this?

Because right now, as I’m writing this, you are dying downstairs. I can’t help you because I’m too fucking scared. Everyone in my hands dies. I don’t wanna kill you, Joel. That girl outside this room holding your hand and you are my family. You and Ellie are my family. You two are my broken dream, and I must be grateful.

I love you, and don’t think I’ll ever love someone as much as I do with you. No matter what happens, if we live or die, you are my other half, Joel Miller. As the world caves in, I can only think of you most of the time. If you go, I still will. Because you’re always going to be in my heart. Forever

Yours, y/n.

____

“What the fuck are you doing? You should be down there stitching, Joel" Ellie said, startling you as she stomped inside the room. “I can’t…”

“What? You have a fucking pharmacy on your backpack, y/n…” you tremble slightly as you fold the letter and put it inside an envelope. “Ellie, I can’t….”

“Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me!. Girl, you have to go. He’s dying” she yells, exasperated, as you seal the envelope violently.

“I can’t do it, Ellie. I’m not killing him too!” you bet Joel could hear your rising voice even with the distance.

“What are you talking about?” the girl asks. You sigh, walking towards her.

“Everyone I have cared about before died. Just like you have experienced. In my case, I was a nurse, and I couldn’t keep anyone alive. So I won’t traumatize myself if he dies because of me…” Ellie sighed like she was comprehending your words.

“Before Marlene found me, I was gonna be a FEDRA official. And no one had died because of me. Until…” you look at her softly. The cold was bearable at the moment. Her voice wasn’t trembling. “You ever visited the mall in Boston?….”

“No…” you accept. She sighs again, looking at the improvised envelope you made.

“Don’t interrupt me while I’ll tell you this…” before you can’t say anything, she digs to tell you one of the most heartbreaking anecdotes you’ve ever heard.

…

“Did-, did you… you loved her?” Ellie stared vaguely at the floor. Her eyes were teary, but she remained firm, as usual. “I guess so….”

“Did he ever do something like that for you?” You nodded slowly. Joel has done beautiful things for you.

“He took me to the library one night. He said it was because I was being annoying for pleading for a book. But I know he did it for my birthday,” Ellie chuckled. As you started to look back at the memory…

“Darlin’…” you heard distantly as you started to wake up. As you clean the sweat on your forehead, you spot Joel caressing your leg, giving you an ecstatic look. “Joel… you’re home”

“Yeah, Tess is coming until the morning…” for some seconds, you assume he’s suggesting sex, but when he stands up, you know there’s something else. “Get changed…”

“What? Tomorrow is our free day. We should be resting…” he nods but throws some pants and a straps top at you. The summer was long and suffocating. And you didn’t understand why Joel demanded you to get some clothes.

“We’re going out….” you open your eyes widely. Stopping Joel from getting his belt and holster ready. “What? No, you know fungus grows faster in the summer. Joel…”

“Drama queen, be thankful I’m willing to take you out. We must get going if Tess is gonna be out the whole night.” he sounds calm, which is unusual. Joel was the synonym for being alert. Never relaxing, always thinking about perhaps, what if, etc.

“You’re scaring me, Joel. I dare to say I’m speaking with a different person” somehow he giggles briefly. Grabbing his backpack and getting some little brown carton box inside. “You trust me?”

“I guess so…” you say, tilting your head. He turns around and gives you a concerned look raising his eyebrow.

“You guess so, kid?” he asks, walking towards you with his raspy voice, making you shiver and feel small. Then he goes and teases you by brushing the edge of the oversized brown tee of him you were wearing. “Of course I trust you, Joel”

“Good. Let’s go then…” you roll your eyes, removing the shirt and putting on the clothes he threw you before. You’ve only been out of the QZ with Joel once. And Tess was there too, making it a little tricky for you since she didn’t have any problem telling you how slow you were going or how out of shape you were.

This time, however, Joel was being extra careful and comprehensive. After leaving the QZ, Joel checks on you every 5 minutes. He asks if you have your gun and how you are feeling.

“Break?” he asks after passing by some abandoned restaurant. You shake your head, offering him a shy smile. He thinks you were trying to be strong after the last time. Joel knew you were insecure because of Tess and her snarky comments at you. He couldn’t fight her, though, just send her disapproving looks.

“Okay, we’re close c’mon” you don’t know where you’re going yet. You had been walking for at least 25 minutes. No clickers yet. Everything was silent.

“And so… Why you had been so obsessed with this weird Russian revolution stuff?” he asks suddenly, entering a hallway. You are surprised he’s asking you questions to iníciate a conversation, but you’re happy to answer.

“I found a book in the clinic last week. It was an encyclopedia of the most famous revolutions in the world…” you say, remembering the big old book with green hardcover. “French, Mexican, and Russian revolutions are the most interesting.”

“I don’t remember anything from that. Sounds boring…” Joel admits guiding you towards a door.

“You can’t even read, I bet. Of course, you find it boring” he gives you a bad look, causing you to chuckle. He looks at you with adoration because he loves making you laugh even when he isn’t trying. “I’m kidding….”

He sighs, making you believe he’s mad. But right after that, he brushes your hair back, startling you. So when you look at his eyes, he’s giving a little smile.

“Get in, darlin’…” he says, pointing at a little window beside the door he walked you through. “I locked the door some days ago, but you can get through the window and open it for me…”

“So you were here before?” you ask, wondering if he came there with Tess. It stings your heart a little, but you brush it off.

“Correct. I secured it was clean, so I could bring you too…” his statement makes you blush. And after a playful exchange of smirks, you climb the trash container with the help of Joel. After opening the window, you check if it’s too high to jump, but it’s not.

Joel waits patiently, and seconds later, you are opening the door.

Joel steps inside and closes the door with the lock again. He knew the building was empty, the main entrance was covered with cement, and the windows were upholstered with thick wood pieces.

“Now, close your eyes,” you shrug, closing your arms hesitantly. “Oh, so you brought me here to get rid of me?”

“Shut up. Now close your eyes and fucking turn around” he regrets being cold, so when you obey him, he goes and kisses your forehead. Which melts your heart.

“You’ll like it…” you trust him, so you just nod. Joel starts guiding you in what you assume it’s a long corridor, then he makes you go up some little stairs and finally turn to the right.

“Open your eyes…” slowly, you do so. He could take his hands off your hips but keeps them there.

You gasp in surprise. There’s an extensive library in front of you, with bright colors and tons of books stocked on shelves alphabetically.

“Joel…” you start, but you can’t finish. There were a lot of ingrown plants scattered across shelves, and there was a lot of dust everywhere, but it was beautiful. Unfortunately, the whole place was frozen in time because the library didn’t have the resources to loot when the outbreak happened.

“This is beautiful,” you opt to say. Holding his right hand on your hip, trying to tell him how much you appreciate what he had done.

“I was growing tired of hearing you talk about these Russian people every day” he’s lying, but you don’t know. Actually, he loved hearing you spit random facts every day. It made him feel some sort of normality in his daily routine. Also that your birthday was in days, so he wanted to make something good for you. Mainly because it was your first year without your family.

“Sorry. I’ll hurry up, so we don’t stay very long….” you say, embarrassed. But as you start to walk away, Joel makes you stop.

“No. We can stay a couple hours. We’re not too far from the QZ.”

“Okay…” you reply shyly. Joel curses himself. He isn’t a soft guy. He knew it. But you were so perfect. Never afraid of showing how you felt or apologizing, always being open, willing to smile even when you were rooting inside.

He stays near the entrance with his gun in hand. But he only has eyes for you wandering across every hallway full of shelves. He looks over the window once, and when he sets his sights on you again, you already have a pile of books in your hands.

“Joel…” he goes to you, looking so little between the tall piles of books. “Can you reach me that book?”

He chuckles, grabbing the purple book and passing it to you. It’s a herbalist book with tons of remedies and suggestions.

“This is very helpful. I know it’s hard to find some seeds or else, but this is a need” you say, flipping through the pages. Joel loves how versatile you can be. You aren’t just looking for cheesy old novels or dead Soviet royal families.

“Yeah, I really like the tea you make,” he accepts, making you smile. Joel and Tess complained about having too many plants inside the apartment. Still, once you started using them for cooking, they never said anything else again. The pair of adults had to accept you were resourceful, you required medicines from them, but you gave them a lot of things that compensated for your needs.

“Thank you. I’m saving my favorite seeds, though….” you mumble, reading some pages.

“Why?” He asks to lean against a shelve.

“When I find a house. I’ll have my garden and plant tulips and beetroots so I can pick them with my baby every spring” it’s silly, but that’s your wish. Joel remains quiet for some time. Then, of course, he wouldn’t say anything. He’s not in love with you; he just appreciates you. It doesn’t mean it won’t hurt but…

“Okay… let me check what I have” you break the silence with a big smile. Then, walking to some big table with dust and broken glasses, you place the pile of books you collected.

Joel read; Hamlet, Valley of the Dolls, understanding surgery, A Garden of Herbs, and History of the Russian revolution.

“Surgical book?” Joel asks, arching a brow. You nod without looking at him.

“You don’t know when it’s gonna happen. I could save a life…” he knows you remembered your family. The way you stopped smiling makes him take your hand.

“Hey, if something happened to me, you would be the only one I would let treat me” you smile sadly at him. He pats your arm and brushes your hand with his fingers.

“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen,” he nods, smiling very little. Still, he leans carefully soon after watching your face, barely illuminated by the last sun rays that peek through the parched windows. And both of you end up kissing. You like to think that’s how having a high school sweetheart must've felt. Surrounded by books and plants, in your dystopian brain, it worked.

You want to scream, I love you. Because you do, you love the man that’s kissing you. You would do anything to protect him; if he ever needed your healing hands, you wouldn’t let him die.

“Is it just bad luck?, Or that life actually hates us?” you shrug at the girl before you. “Probably both….”

“Listen Ellie. No matter what happens, I’ll take you to the fireflies…” she sighs, looking at the floor before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“No. You will go down there and save Joel.” again, you shake your head. But Ellie is determined, so she takes your arms, caging you.

“Yes. You are a fucking nurse, you have a whole damn pharmacy in your backpack, and you have a surgery book. You have to save him. We need him…” she’s pleading. She doesn’t want to lose Joel, and she doesn’t want to make you lose him. “That man loves you, if it wasn’t for you he must’ve dumped me already. I know what I’m saying; that man saved your life. If you love him, you’ll go and do the same.”

You can feel the tears coming, but you remain still. Joel trusted your hands. He only considered you to treat him. He reminded you many times, even after taking you to the library. That if anything happened to him, you would save him. And Ellie is correct. You’ll do the same because you love him. You need him because you are so close to having that fucking ranch house, that man, and the garden of tulips and beetroots.

“Find some matches. And take Joel’s duct tape…” she can’t help but smile a little. Then she nods and starts running downstairs. But you stop her.

“Ellie…” she turns back, waiting for your words. “If he lives, give him the letter. Only if it’s necessary”

“How I will know it’s necessary?” she asks confused. “You’ll know…”

She nods, and in seconds, she’s out againZ. Taking some time, you take your breath and start praying. Not that you were very religious, but you needed to pray at that moment, hoping that someone would listen to you.

I can do this. I won’t kill him. I’m helping him. I’m going to save Joel.

You don’t look at him when you enter the cold room. He’s watching you while shaking and gasping for air. But you can’t do it; you’ll sob with your head on his chest.

Joel watches you taking some stuff out of your backpack before cross-sitting beside him. You open the white box, and you’re greeted with tons of little bottles of medicine and antibiotics. Needles, injections, band-aids, patches. But you shake when you take the little surgical instruments, and Joel stops you, taking your right arm.

“Joel. No…” you say in a low tone. But Joel doesn’t let you go. “Take her to the north. Go with Tommy…”

“Joel, shut up…” you’re ignoring him. Opening a bottle of alcohol, you sunk the needles in there. “Please, y/n. You have to go…”

“I’M NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND!” Just in time, Ellie entered the picture. She heard you, but she didn’t say anything. She only handed you some matches. Joel remains quiet. He won’t hurt you anymore. In fact, he’s faithful about your nursing skills and wants to survive that day to complete the quest. He can already taste the feeling of living in that ranch home you desire. He’s determined to make you happy.

“They’re a little wet…” she said nervously. So then, under the tired look of Joel, you test the matches.

“It’ll work…” the man and the girl watch you breathing, trying to relax. It stopped snowing some hours ago, so the weather feels slightly warmer. But, when you open your eyes, Ellie takes one of Joel’s hands. He’s crying silently, with a blank expression. And you don’t know if it’s because of the pain or the bunch of emotions feeling in that old creaky room, or both.

“You’re gonna be fine, my love. You’re gonna be fine…” you whisper, leaning to kiss his forehead. He gives you a sad look before you start spreading a match across the instruments, hoping to sanitize them.

As you push his shirt up, the cold air hits Joel, and he starts shaking in discomfort. The blood was running nonstop, and it was hard for you to not freak out.

But somehow, you find some strength in Joel’s eyes, pleading with you. For help, for hope…

“Check if he doesn’t have a fever….” Ellie nods, touching Joel with the back of her hand. “I think he’s just cold…”

“Good, now… okay, here we go…” officially, you start to work. Joel grunts and moans in pain every time he has to touch his loose that’s drowning in a pool of blood.

Meanwhile, he wants to hold your hand, but you’re busy. He watches you work so concentrated. Asking Ellie every once in a while if he has a fever.

After what feels like an hour, you have stitched the wound. Joel is sweating and tired, and after injecting him with a shot of vitamins, he can breathe normally.

“It’s okay, Joel. You can rest now” he barely had some strength to move. Still, after you tell him it’s over, he lets you know he wants to feel you closer. So you lean again, touching foreheads and peppering his cheek with kisses. All he can do is snuggle to get closer to you. If he lives, he’s always going to thank you.

“I love you….” you whisper to him. Holding him softly and feeling him brushing your hand, and feeling his heart beating.

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inbarfink · 7 months

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So, do you think all the universes we see come fr a wish, or some just happen to exist? Farmworld and Lichworld are wishes we've already seen, but it's hard to imagine who's wish could have caused Vampworld.

Maybe Winter King's nice about "manifesting your own reality" implies that world was born out of an Ice King's wish, who maybe just wanted to stop being so sad all the time.

Well, we know some universes aren't born from Wishes because Prismo explicitly said that about Flapjackworld!

But I also think, with the thematic focus being given to Wishes in this series, it's very likely that all of the universes we've seen were probably born from Wishes... or at least it's fun to speculate about lol

However, I personally find it unlikely that Winterworld was born from a Wish made by the Ice King/Simon, and it's actually for the same reason I don't think it's 'unlikely' that someone wished for Vampireworld - a Wish granted by Prismo always backfires on the wisher.

The only way Jake got around it is by changing the Lich's Wish, so "I wish for Finn and Jake to go back home to Ooo" would turn out badly for the Lich, which would mean it would go right for... basically everyone else.

We've seen it with Farmworld, which went very very badly for Finn, AND ALSO hit him with the pedantic ironic twist of the difference between asking that the Lich never existed and asking that he won't exist in the future

And like, the only reason Farmworld Lich was stopped was because he and Ice Finn/the Snowman were threatening every reality and that forced Prismo to initiate that Crossover. And the only reason why Finn was freed from the Magic Crown's curse was because Mainworld Finn begged for it. If the Farmworld Lich hadn't started poking around the Multiverse, Farmworld Finn's fate would've been to be the Lich's Mad and Sad right-hand goon... forever.

And even now, that world is a pretty lousy place in general, and not exactly super-great for Finn in specific

Extinctworld went badly for the Lich by just... giving him what he wants but showing him the futility and lack of satisfaction in his ultimate goal. Leaving him basically extremely depressed.

According to Word of God, Babyworld was a Wish made by BMO and it backfired by making them into an inanimate (...or at least seemingly inanimate) Baby Monitor.

So when I'm thinking who is likely to have Wished up a World, I'm thinking what sort of Wish could've lead to that timeline... but also who got fucked over the most by the changes. As such I have a hard time believing Ice King/Simon created Winterworld, since, like, the Winter King is basically the only actually happy person in that whole world?

I mean, I guess turning into a huge asshole that your former self would find morally repugnant would be a kind of Ironic Twists. Or the fact the Candy Queen might've killed him eventually, but I dunno... compared to the other Worlds we've seen, it doesn't feel Ironic enough to me.

Ever since that episode aired, my personal bet has always been that this world was Wished up by Marceline. She has all the Motivation to Wish, like, "I wish Simon could remember who he is". And look how terribly all of this went from her perspective! Simon is 'himself' again but is utterly unrecognizable as the loving surrogate father she remembers. The love of her life is now tormented by that same Curse she tried to free Simon from. And, well, while it's unclear what exactly happened when she and Simon had their falling out...

But doesn't look good for her.

For Vampireworld... I know some people would say that's the Marceline Wish Timeline since there's so much focus on her - but I kinda doubt it for the same reason I doubt the Ice King Winterworld thing. The Star is one of the only two people having an Actual Good Time in that universe and, even if things would've gotten bad eventually, with the dwindling food supply and all, that still feels like kind of a serious slow burn of an Ironic Twist compared to others we've seen.

I think it's most likely that Vampireworld is a Wish from one of the Vampire King's Court we saw back in 'Stakes'.

Between the Star being said to have 'outlived' the rest of the Court, her having seemingly the same powerset as Mainworld Marceline (which she gained by sucking the souls of these Vampires as she slayed them) and her clearly having no qualms about killing her fellow Vampires

I think the implication here is that the Star still killed the Fool, the Empress, the Hierophant, the Moon - but exclusively to become more powerful and gain more approval from her 'dad' in the process.

So I think the Ironic Twist narrative is, like, the Hierophant or someone Wishes for a world where Vampires rule... and that's exactly what they got, but their most hated enemy is still around. And now they get to watch her upstage them, take their rightful spot by the Vampire King's side and then kill and consume them alongside their closest brethren. Then their civilization collapses in on itself due to the lack of food, I think that's plenty Ironic to me.

I've also heard a suggestion that it could've been Peebles' Wish. Like, she tried to Wish Simon never put the Crown on just for Marceline's sake (and to try rid herself of her annoying stalker but still mostly for Marceline's sake)... and she ended up in a grim and dying world without her beloved kingdom, and also without the love that made her give her one Wish for Marcy's happiness instead.

I still think I prefer the Vampire Wish theory, but that one also has pretty solid foundation.

#adventure time #atimers #fionna and cake #fionna & cake #at #at fionna and cake #fac #f&c #adventure time fionna and cake

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muttsterion · 1 month

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Do you have any theories about why Kenny wears his parka over his mouth? And why he never takes his gloves off when everyone else does? Even Lizzy, who wears a similar hooded coat, leaves her face unobscured

Hmmm….well I did have some headcannons on why Kenny mostly keeps himself covered and hidden away in his orange parka. Ha I know some peeps with the re-birth theory have it that no scars from his previous deaths stay with him since he supposedly gets a brand new body to be re-born in. But I could see his death scars still following him even onto the new body…only he and other immortals or others that can somehow remember his curse can see them…but the scars bother him and so he keeps himself tucked away in his orange coat…I also feel the parka adds a bit of comfort to him. It's not much but it gives him a bit of security acting much like a security blanket he wears wherever he goes…

That could be part of it for his mouth as well?….I don't think I have a reason for that…maybe he gets cold around the mouth area? I know sometimes here in winter it's freezing enough for me to pull my hood up and cover my face with it it provides extra warmth. So maybe Kenny does the same thing? XD Or maybe there's some scarring around his mouth or a missing tooth/teeth? Maybe he just feels comfortable with the hood wrapped around his head/mouth? And maybe it's the same for the gloves? Maybe his hands are cold? Ha I do have a personal hc that his body temp depends on how recently he died and reincarnated…when he's just been recently reborn/reincarnated his body/hands are ice/ghost cold like zombie hands. The longer he's been alive the warmer his body and hands are ha that's the blood having to recirculate through his system have fun with that if you want. XD

Or maybe his hands also have death marks all over them…do you think maybe sometimes he's reborn/reincarnated with missing fingers? Like how some theories/headcanons (that I love to go with myself) have him being reincarnated in a body that's slightly different from the last….so ha in theory just with nature's roulette he could be born with stuff that's missing and he has to roll with it...ok that went on a bit longer and more in depth than I intended it to. But there's some possible theories for ya. I probably could think of more later on. XD

#South Park #Kenny McCormick #hope you enjoy another essay and the Kenny madness XD

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fairytale-poll · 8 months

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ROUND 3! MATCH 2 OUT OF 4

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Queen Red Riding Hood:

She's a girlboss who is sometimes a little vain but still loves her friends and will do anything to save her kingdom. Also she was in love with a guy since she was like 8 and he continuously rejected her, and then she found out he was in love with her archenemy. So yeah, she needs this.

She's kinda spoiled and high maintenance but gets better. I just think she's a fun character

i loved the land of stories series as a kid and i especially loved red because shes sooo full of herself and wears beautiful dresses and expensive jewelry and stuff (she became a queen lol) but also she does come to genuinely care for people and her friends and has a good heart (even if she does brag about it) she’s a very funny character x)

She’s a great example of how sudden fame and wealth at a young age can go to your head, and she gets great character development about it. She has an entire giant chamber in her castle full of baskets (it’s unfortunately quite flammable). My most favorite detail about her is when she finds a wolf pup in the woods, she assumes it’s a dog and names him Clawdius (yes, spelled like that). Everyone else knows it’s a wolf but no one wants to be the one to tell her. She learns the truth and gets over it and now Clawdius is her guard wolf. (Oh also she had the original Big Bad Wolf made into a winter coat, and that’s the original reason Clawdius came to her) I love her, she’s married to a giant frog man, she got elected queen, please vote for her.

Queen Red ftw!!!!!!

As you can see from these little excerpts [Mod's note: click on link to look at the excerpts] that I managed to gather in less than ten minutes, you should vote for Queen Red :D

YESSSS VOTE FOR QUEEN RED, SHE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH

Vote for Queen Red TLoS!!! She's a girlboss who married a frog man :D

Cerise:

She’s the child of the red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Don’t question it to okay. Also she was the first character I thought of when I saw this!

She’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf! She’s a werewolf!

Love her design very much. She gets a lot of great outfits. Also, another version of Red Riding Hood that incorporates both the girl and the wolf together.

1: ever after high was iconic and amazing and so well written and i'm really bitter that it was cancelled so i think cerise deserves this win (i do too) 2: her design is really good. like no one else could EVER if you ask me 3: wolf girl. do i NEED to say more. ...honestly, my brain cannot bring out any more words so fingers crossed someone else submits her and she gets some ACTUAL GOOD propaganda (sorry cerise forgive me)

She’s a badass red riding hood with a secret (her dad is the big bad wolf)

She's the daughter of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, so she has wolf ears and is really strong. She's supposed to be the next Red Riding Hood so she should count.

She's the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf making her a daughter of forbidden love and thus a double representation of Little Red Riding Hood's age-old story of maturity and adolescence.

She's really cool! She was born from a forbidden romance between the wolf (don't worry he turns into a human lmao) and Little Red Riding Hood and has to hide her heritage from other people which I think is really interesting. Also her hood is really pretty.

She's the daughter of red riding hood and is meant to take over that role when it's her time

she slays so hard!! while technically shes not THE little red riding hood, she is her daughter and the FUTURE little red riding hood. shes also half wolf, which is really cool!! and yea. she slays.

idk she’s just cool & definitely gay

She’s meant to be the next Red Riding Hood but her whole bit is that not only is her mom Red Riding Hood, her father is the Big Bad Wolf and she needs to keep it a secret. The best of both worlds. The tween girls went crazy for the wolf thing. Had a pretty doll and cool outfits. Has an older sister who’s meant to be the next Big Bad Wolf (Ramona Badwolf) who she comes into conflict with. Identity crisis! She was everything to eleven year old me

She’s half wolf, she has cool white streaks in her hair, she’s a jock with super speed and I like her a lot.

she turned me lesbian.

Fan favourite, my first lesbian crush on a character

She is a daughter of previous Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf, how cool is that

She’s a furry yeuwu

she’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf. she’s a wolf girl. i love her

#red riding poll #round 3 #queen red riding hood #the land of stories #chris colfer #queen red riding hood's guide to royalty #cerise hood #ever after high #little red riding hood #red riding hood #poll tournament #poll bracket #polls #character polls #battle of the middle grade

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tiredlilguy · 9 months

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I’m writing from my phone because I have carpel tunnel and my hands hurt. Take these randomly assorted BSD hc’s:

(possible SB spoilers, but just the characters)

- Albatross has every piercing under the sun: like he’s got a nose ring, eyebrow piercing, snakebites… anything u can think of

- Oda wears rings 🤤, plays with them when he gets anxious (he’s also my husband)

- Chuuya is a summer child (born in the summer), so he love it when it’s hot af outside and drags his friends outside to go eat lunch with him or smth (HES HUMAN IN MY HEART STFU, I DONT WANNA HEAR IT RN)

- opposite to Chuuya, Dazai is a winter baby, but he also hates the cold

- sometimes Adam sends Chuuya random incriminated texts on his phone. It’s usually just something silly like “Hello! I hope you’re eating sugar and growing very healthy.” Or maybe a random fact like “Did you know that cows have a strong sense of smell? They can perceive smells at a distance of up to ten kilometres.” Chuuya will usually not respond back, but he scoffs and lets out a small laugh to himself before closing his phone

- Ango hates bugs, he will cry if he sees a spider sitting on his paperwork

- Oda and Ango when drunk are very enthusiastic and energetic. Oda will dance on the counter while pretending his glass is a mic. Ango will join him too- The only person that knows this side to them is Dazai

- animals love sigma for some reason. Like Disney princess style love sigma. Sigma however, hates that this happens to him, and actively avoids walking in forests or places where animals usually reside.

- Oda is a good dancer, like good… old style bar dancer. He’s quite impressive actually, and it’s attractive-

- Chuuya and Albatross both have heterochromia.

- Literally no one except for Chuuya has seen Albatross with his sunglasses off. That shit is basically glued to his face

- Verlaine is bougie as hell. Like I know he’s Mafia, but I think it’d be funny if he was… more bougie than like everyone else in the Mafia. Like he actively buys and wears expensive shit.

- Verlaine has a good hair routine.

- Doc may or may not have a plushie collection. And they may or may not all be sea animals

- Kunikida seems like he’d have an emo phase. Idk why… I just think he would.

- Despite only using one bar of soap for showering, Atsushi actually smells really nice for some reason (he smells like lavender)

- lippman is a swiftie, doc is a barb (I discussed this with one of my moots and now I can’t stop thinking about it)

- since it’s hinted is SB that Lippman would still make ppl fold at him wearing feminine clothes, I hc that he does not rly give a shit about gender or what one should/should not wear

- Chuuya has taken this tip from Lippman and has worn skirts before with his outfits

- the real reason why akutagawa dislikes mandarins (that’s canon btw) is because one time he was offered one to eat and as he was peeling it the mandarin juice got in his eye and he chopped it up into bits out of anger

- Chuuya only ate bread and soup when he was in the Sheep, since then Kouyou has introduced him to the finer foods in life, and Albatross introduced him to junk food

- Dazai used Chuuya’s shower when he was in the Mafia because he didn’t have a shower in that old ass storage container

- Oda does not pay for haircuts. He cuts his own hair, and one time he was too busy so he had to tie it up in a low pony

- Kunikida likes things that are weighted (weighted blankets, etc)

- Oda’s a little bit tanned because of jobs that have to do with being outside in the sun for long periods of time

Ok that’s all. Enjoy. I should make an Odasaku hc list because he is my absolute favorite character (next to the flags). Let me know if u want a specific bsd character hc. I will write it >:3 (also please tell me ur hc’s too. I love hc’s) I’m gonna eat lunch now.

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obeyme-lost-thought · 11 months

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The regret of a Father

This is a fanfic that scream ANGST. Hope that you all will like it. And before start, always remember: The ending isn't what we want, but what she need.

What if Lucifer had a child with Mc, and for some reason he neglects them ? And if the child die? What will do Lucifer?

Good reads

1012 words all chapters

Prolog

There was an angel who rebelled. There was also a demon, who fell in love. Among them, there was a father, who was not a father. All 3 had one thing in common: they were the same being. Lucifer boasted a lot of qualities and many sang his story. But few know what I'm going to tell you. The Lucifer I'm going to talk about is not the Avatar of Pride, not even the right hand of the king of hell. Not even the older brother you know and certainly not the lover and husband of one of the strongest witches who ever lived.

Our Lucifer discovered what remorse means the day they knocked on the door of the House of Laments. There is much news he received in his long life, but that one was perhaps the worst. But before that, let's go back a few years ago.

The exchange student program conceived by the, at that time, prince of the Devildom had now come to an end. The ending was one of the best, so much so that all the newspapers talked about it for months and months. A union that brought joy and celebration to the streets of the whole capital. Mc, strong witch and one of the human exchange students, had just married the former light bearer now Avatar of Pride: Lucifer Morningstar. With this marriage, the first project to unite the 3 kingdoms was concluded.

But what now awaited the private lives of the seven rulers of hell was an even more difficult test.

An unexpected pregnancy broke the peace that reigned in the new Morningstar family. The news, however, was received with extreme happiness. And as time passed, 20 weeks later, the gender of the future little demon was discovered. A little girl was about to arrive.

The choice of the name was difficult and many "juniors" were proposed. But the final word awaited only the 2 future parents.

Aurora Lilith Morningstar

The first name was in honor of the father: as his name in Latin means "bearer of light", the first name of the daughter meant "dawn" or "sunlight" in greek. The story of the middle name, I think, is known to everyone.

However, our story does not have a happy ending. The more the days went by, the more Mc weakened. Various hypotheses were made about the reason and were gradually discarded, until only one was left. The little girl was killing her mother. How can a human body carry the pregnancy of a half-demon to term?

“Abort! It's killing you." “How can you ask me to kill our daughter.” “I don't care about her. Choose life. Choose me!"

Nothing and no one made the mother, now on the verge of death, change her mind.

And so, on a cold winter day, in the middle of the school exam period, Aurora was born and Mc died.

Even heaven was moved by the cry of the widower, unlike the cry of the newborn, which was heard only by the doctors.

Now, how could Lucifer deal with that "thing", the killer of his wife. And so, for 10 human years, she was sent to her maternal grandparents, who saw in the little girl the last memory of their daughter. But she grew up too fast and they didn't have much time left to live. They showered her with love and taught her kindness. Of demonic had only the speed of growth. At 2 she looked like she was 4, at 6 she looked like she was 10. But temperamentally only to an angel could be compared. As intelligent as anyone before, she never fell behind in school, even though she studied from home.

An extremely rare beauty: hair as black and soft as silk and eyes as red as ruby; a clear and soft skin without imperfections. Unaware of who she had inherited these characteristics from, she grew up calm and serene.

Her life became hell when she had to go to the homonymous place. At the age of 10, and 16 outwardly, with the death of her grandparents she had to move in with the father she had never known.

So full of enthusiasm and hope, she was happy to meet her father. She had many questions to ask him and a lot of curiosity about the demon world. She wanted to know where he had been so far and if he wanted to meet her; If demons are as they are described; How did he meet her mother; If she has a demon form and how to see it.

How could she expect to find such a cold attitude towards her?

But this story is not my job to tell.

I can only tell you the ending, which is nothing more than the news told at the beginning.

“The body of a young girl has been found. She threw herself off the course that overlooks the city”. Why on earth could such a thing interest him? The answer to this question is an anklet with a pendant representing a black wing, where a name that he didn't want to hear was engraved on the back.

…

Tell me Lucifer, how are you feeling? What does it feel like?

It's not the same, right? Not the same feeling as when you lost MC and Lilith. This is bitter, painful.

Finding out that someone you didn't know has died. “It shouldn't hurt” you said to yourself, “It's better this way”. Yet you are lying in a room full of memories and emotions.

Everything and nothing scream your name. It hurts to miss her. The desire to want to know who your daughter was.

Awards, medals and cups that tell a story in which you are not present, but which was written just to get your attention.

Flowers on a grave don't help you. Tears come down and you can't stop them. They come ashore until they become a sea in which you begin to drown.

Tell me Lucifer, what does a father's remorse taste like

I'm a Lucifer stan; I love him... i swear.

Next chapter

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don’t think i didn’t notice Wukong’s unfinished thought about how the Celestial court was aware and took note of Macky’s birth despite it being not well known, meaning that Wukong’s actions in keeping MK’s origins unknown are most likely futile and in vain

because i haven’t forgotten 👀 and i have been quietly taking note of this “little star” and how Wukong believed he failed them and that it involved Heaven (maybe) making Wukong more cautious about the Celestial Primate status for MK (aka, “little sky” which is the translation of MK’s Chinese name and is coincidentally similar to little star 👀) but with Heaven already being, assumedly, very aware of MK’s origins, Wukong’s caution would be all for naught

so yeah! don’t think i haven’t ignored this mini thread which i assume will be left open ended for this au

haha, good detective work! Since Wukong heard Macaque's Celestial Record, he now knows what Heaven does and doesn't know about them. The fact that they know about the anomalies is very concerning to Wukong because of MK, yes, but specifically, he doesn't want Heaven to know about MK because of what happened to Little Star.

Throughout Constellations, Wukong often remarks about how Heaven views him, and that applies to all celestial primates. These monkey demons aren't outright vile and beyond redemption, but Heaven is cautious around them/regards them carefully just based on what Wukong did. They know that each one of them is powerful on their own, but together? They're unstoppable.

That's why Wukong and Macaque were tortured separately. They're very cautious when it comes to handling them.

So of course, after Wukong finally figured out that MK was a celestial primate, he does his best to keep MK away from Heaven. In chapter 1, I originally had MK's clones go with Wukong to Heaven to turn in the furnace. I wrote that before the details of this AU were fully planned out, so I went back and edited out that only Wukong's clones went to Heaven.

Wukong essentially wants to keep MK out of Heaven's sights and mind. That's why he never corrects the Jade Emperor when he says that Wukong defeated the Lady Bone Demon; Wukong knows MK was the one to defeat her, but he's letting the Emperor believe it was him to protect MK.

Macaque shares in this protection for obvious reasons, but it's also because of what happened to Little Star. Both Wukong and Macaque are fiercely protective of MK because they don't want history to repeat itself.

As for what happened to Little Star...

Wukong often meditates and goes searching through the cosmos for...something. He says he hasn't found it for over 2,000 years.

The central theme of the fic is the connections we share with each other and how they look like constellations in the sky in how everyone is connected.

Little Star was born from embers, and when they were born, all the stars in the sky burned brighter for a single moment.

Every celestial primate is connected to a celestial body or spacial...object of some kind. Wukong and the sun, Macaque and the moon, MK and the earth and all 6 realms.

Every celestial primate is connected to a season: Wukong and autumn, Macaque and winter, MK and spring, Little Star and summer.

Wukong and Macaque often speak about teaching Little Star things, but Macaque told Wukong at the inn that they never get things right. He tells Wukong when they're getting the lantern piece the hiker has that it's not easy teaching someone. Wukong thinks to himself on the roof of Pigsy's restaurant that if Macaque weren't so full of himself, he wouldn't have to search every time he meditates.

What do you think happened to Little Star?

#ask #thanks! this ask was fun #also yes it will be open ended to an extent #we'll see. the epilogue is a WIP so things could change #macaque might just blab it all #constellations fic

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mp0625 · 3 months

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Jouluiloa

Taglist. Masterlist.

Teuvo Teravainen x OC

For @callsign-denmark for @wyattjohnston ’s WINTER FIC EXCHANGE 2K24!!!!! This was so fun to write!!

A/N: This was so fun to write!! I loved being your super secret fic exchange human!! I loved getting to know you @callsign-denmark !!!!!!! This is my first time writing an OC so I hope it’s ok.

Words: 1.8k

Little backstory: Kate’s full name is Katherine Elizabeth Jarvis. Becca and Kate grew up together and are the same age (being born in 97). Becca also has a little brother that is Seth’s age but did not go pro. Takes place over Christmas time (I know it’s a month past). First time writing an OC, so it’s not the best

TW: None, Kate is a little bit of an ass at first

“Hey Kate, your brother is calling.” Becca calls across the barn.

“Say what now.” She called back. “Hold on, I'll be there in a minute.” As she starts walking over, a lamb with black sock follows her over.

As she grabs the phone from her, she answers. “Hello?”

“Mom says you need to come babysit me.”

“What? Why?”

“Have you not been on the group chat for the past 20 minutes?”

“No, one of the lambs got out and I had to spend a half hour chasing it because it wouldn’t come to a bucket of grain.”

“Mom says you need to come babysit me.”

“I ask again why?”

“Did you not see the game last night?”

“No, I did not. I haven't watched one of your games since you were drafted.” Kate started rolling her eyes “I went to enough of your games growing up.”

“Rude, I was checked into the boards last night and I broke two ribs.”

“You’re a grown adult, why do I need to come babysit you?”

“Mom said you need to come babysit me, cause I apparently can’t take care of myself.”

“Any idea how long I’ll be there?”

“I don’t know, till I’m better.”

“Good lord, fine I’ll be there in two days, but you’re paying for my show fees for the next year.”

“Ok see you in two days.”

After Seth hangs up Kate turns to Becca. “Hey, can you finish feeding and watering everyone?”

“Sure, you good?”

“Yeah, I’m going down to Carolina. Seth broke two of his ribs and mom wants me to take care of him.”

“Isn’t he like 21?”

“Yes but for some reason he can’t be a grown adult and take care of himself.”

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“Hey, just got off the plane. Where are you at and where do I need to meet you?”

“Hello to you too, I’m sitting at the arrivals gate. I'll meet you there and then we’ll go down to baggage claim.”

“Ok I’ll meet you there.”

As she starts walking to arrivals, she pulls out her phone to text her favorite Great Dane.

“Hey Frederik.”

“What’s with the full name?”

“Wanted to get your attention.”

“Ahh, why?”

“Want to get lunch soon? I’m down here for a while taking care of Seth.”

“Sure, just let me know when.”

Once Kate gets to the arrival gate she not only sees her brother but another person with him.

“Seth!” As he turns around to see who called him the other person turns to, she recognizes him but cannot place his name. Kate turns to the player next to him. “Remind me of your name?”

“Teuvo.”

“Thank you.” Turning back to Seth. “Why could Teuvo take care of you? And doesn’t he live with you?”

“He’s still playing and traveling with the team. And yes.”

“Ahh. So where did you park?”

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“Have you gotten any snow yet?” Kate pipes up from the backseat.

“No.” Teuvo answers back quietly.

“That sucks, we’ve gotten 30 cm a couple times already.”

“Damn it's not very festive in here.” She states after Seth unlocks the door and lets her in first.

“We’ve been on the road for the past two weeks so we haven’t had time to decorate.”

“First order of business is to liven this place up. Can we go get a Christmas tree this weekend?”

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“You ready to pick out a tree?”

“Yes, let me put my shoes on first.” Seth calls out. “Turbo, you ready?”

“Yeah.” He calls coming out of his room.

“What do you think of this one?” Kate asks as they peruse the lines of trees to find the best one.

“Oo this one looks nice.” Seth says as he turns around to see the one his sister is holding up. “What do you think, Turbo?”

“I like that one.”

“Then let’s get this one.” She says, “Seth, can you carry it?”

“Can’t, broken ribs remember.” He looks over at her with a deadpan look.

“Fine, Teuvo will you help me carry it to the front?”

“Sure, do you want the front or the back?”

“I’ll take the front.”

As the three of them head back to the apartment. Kate pipes up. “So do you have any sentimental ornaments here or do we need to run to Target?”

“Let’s make a quick run to Target, we don't have any tree decorating supplies.” Seth says getting in the other lane to turn into Target.

“So we need a stand, lights, some ornaments and a star.” Kate says, pushing the cart down the different aisles. “What do we think of these lights?” She asks the boys turning around to show them the multicolored lights, but they were nowhere to be found. As she walks down the aisles trying to find them as she turns down the last one she sees them playing with two hockey stick ornaments. “What are you two doing?” As the two of them look up sheepishly. “I think we have found our first two ornaments, put them in the cart. Any more ornaments while we’re down here in this aisle?”

“How about this one?” Teuvo asks, holding up a small canes logo.

“That one looks perfect.”

“Alright, are we ready to start decorating?” Kate asks as she starts to unpack the bags they got at the store. As Seth makes the hot chocolate and starts the Christmas music. “Teuvo will you help me untangle the lights?”

“Sure.” He says taking them gently from her hands and handing her back one end.

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“Where are you going, that you are getting this dressed up for?” Seth asks from the doorways as Kate puts the finishing touches of her makeup on and fluffs her brown hair up one last time.

“I’m going out with Freddie.”

“How do you know Freddie?”

“I’ve met him before at a game in Winnipeg. I bumped into him going to get coffee before one of the games and I recognized him.”

“You do know Freddie has a girlfriend right.”

“Yeah we’re just friends.”

“You look gorgeous.” Freddie spoke as he opened the door to his car as he met her up on the sidewalk.

“Thank you, so where are we going for dinner?”

“Sushi sound good?”

“Yes.”

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“And a goal for Teuvo Teravainen!” Yells Tripp Tracy though the TV screen as Seth turns on the TV.

“I told you that the game started 10 minutes ago, but no you wanted to go get ramen an half hour before puck drop.”

“Sorry I was hungry.” As Seth turns back to cheer on the boys in Ottawa. Kate looked down at her phone and started to text Teuvo. “Your goal looked awesome!! Congrats <3”

When the team got back from Ottawa, Seth was out grocery shopping and Kate stayed back at the apartment to reorganize the kitchen. She heard the front door open and called out. “I’m almost done here then you can bring the groceries in and put them away.”

“Was I supposed to bring home groceries?”

“No, I thought you were Seth.” Kate spoke standing up and walking towards him. “Can I give you a hug for your goals and winning the game?”

“Sure.” He spoke softly.

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“Are you sure you want to do this? You haven’t skated since you were in high school.”

“Yes, Seth I’m fine it’s not something you forget, and if I fall I have two big strong men to catch me.” She said, patting both of their chests while Seth shot her a displeased look.

“You ready?” Teuvo asks, grabbing the skates she was going to use off the table and handing them to her. “Do you need help tying them?”

“Yeah I feel pretty good, it’s been a little while since I’ve skated but I feel pretty good.” As Kate starts lacing up her skates, she looks up at Teuvo. “No, I’m good, that's one muscle memory that doesn't go away.”

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“So when do we want to eat Christmas dinner?” “Teuvo, in Finland they eat the main Christmas meal of the 24th correct?”

“Yes, they do.”

“That’s what we’ll do then.”

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“Hey Seth, will you set the table please?” Kate asks from the kitchen, stirring a pot that neither Seth or Teuvo knew what it contained. “Seth, can you please come pull the ham out of the oven?”

“Sure.” As soon as Kate put all the dishes and plates on the table the boys were surprised with the amount of food to feed an army. And all the different dishes, there was Ham, Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, rosolli salad, Porkkanalaatiko, bread, and gravlax.

“Kate, this looks like the best meal I’ve seen outside of Finland.”

“What’s the fish stuff?” Seth asked, poking it with his fork.

“It's salmon, you like salmon, just try it.”

“I hope you saved room for dessert, I made gingerbread cookies.” Kate mentioned pulling the tray out from the oven.

“I’ll start the coffee machine and turn on the Christmas movies.” Seth looks over at him questioningly. “It’s tradition to eat gingerbread cookies and coffee on Christmas and watch Christmas movies.”

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As Seth emerged from his room on Christmas, the sight of his sister standing over the stove cooking something was foreign as on Christmas, their mom usually just pops a breakfast casserole in the oven and lets it cook while they open presents. As he walked over to the stove he asked. “What are you doing, and what have you done with my sister?”

“Haha, very funny. I was researching Finnish Christmas traditions and they normally have rice porridge with butter and cinnamon for breakfast. And I don’t want Teuvo to feel left out.”

“But what about our breakfast casserole?”

In response to him asking that question she opens up the oven and inside is a breakfast casserole bubbling away.

“Kate, you didn’t have to do this for me.” He says as he stirs the porridge before pouring three bowls.

“I didn’t want you to feel left out, in having your traditional Christmas breakfast, it was not super hard to make and I was in the kitchen anyway making the casserole.”

As the three of them start to eat their porridge and the casserole. Seth pipes up “Kate did something happen, there’s a nut in mine.”

“It is a traditional part of the rice porridge whoever gets the almond makes a wish.” Teuvo answers for him.

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“Are you sure you have to leave?” Teuvo asked from the doorway as he watched Kate pack her bags.

“Yeah, lambing starts in a week and I need to be there just in case anything happens. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” He whispers, pulling her close. “I’ll help you put your bags in the car.” He says sadly, grabbing her suitcase.

“Hey, cheer up I’ll be texting you basically 24/7 from now on you’ll get sick and tired of me, this time next week.” She says passing by as she stops in the doorway next to him she gets on her tippy toes a little and gives him a kiss on the check.

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#the winter fic exchange 2k24 #teuvo teräväinen #teuvo teräväinen fic #carolina hurricanes #Carolina hurricanes fic

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strawbs-screaming · 8 months

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☆ WVBA On A Snow Day ☆

hehe this is so jolly (i am writing this in the middle of august and it doesnt snow where i live)

Glass Joe

- layers and layers of thick & warm clothing, walking around with 5 layers of scarves, coats & sweaters, might as well wear the entire closet

- tried to make a snowman, it got knocked over insantly

- freezing, he is really shivering his timbers over here

- had some hot cocoa

- went iceskating, slaying it

- did some snow angels with Mr Sandman

- he doesnt tolerate the cold well but still having fun

Von Kaiser

- 2 layers of comfy & cozy clothing, the cold isnt getting to him today nuh uh

- so whimsy, so jolly, he is so thriving

- making snowmen with disco kid, ended up making a snowfamily for the snowmen and a snowdog and made them pay snowtaxes and busted their snowcaps if they didnt pay up

- worst iceskater ever but still having fun

- sitting next to a fireplace & reading a book, he looks like hes gonna tell you a bedtime story

- eating snow yum yum exquisite delicious delectable tasty

Disco Kid

- didnt wear enough layers, out here shivering like a kitten in a wet cardboard box out in the street

- made sure the snowmen paid their snowtaxes

- hes the reason why they call it iceskATEing, smoother than the ice hes skating on

- drinking iced coffee no matter the weather, -20 degrees celsius? At least his ice will last longer

- made a igloo, nobody except kaiser is invited

- fell asleep next to a fireplace like a street cat saved from the cold

King Hippo

- not going outside, ever, he doesnt handle the cold well, it isnt just a "my timbers are shivering i need a extra layer" its more of a "hypothermia is just behind the corner and i dont feel like dying"

- do not expect him to step outside, not even a foot

- drinking soup & sleeping half of the day

- Literally hibernating

- so many blankets & pillows, taking the longest nap of the world ever

Piston Hondo

- also needs a whole lot of layers, out here looking like a head of lettuce

- making really cool snow sculptures, so proud of them

- enjoying hot cocoa, wrapped up in a blanket

- snowball fight starter, he simply let the thoughts win

- keeps tripping while iceskating, has to hold on to bear hugger for dear life because he doesnt wanna faceplant into the floor

- joining kaisers snow eating, he just sat next to him & started eating snow as well

Don Flamenco

- forgot to layer up & regrets not wearing a extra coat, bull had to lend him one because he looked like he was on the verge of death

- making snow angels, keeps getting snow thrown at his face as he lays down

- put his forehead wig thing on a snowman

- sad because he forgot to take his plants inside & they died :(

- killing it while iceskating, out here spinning like a beyblade

- keeps falling asleep at weird places because cold weather + curling up in a ball really honks his shoos, ends up being carried to somewhere warm & not so inconvenient, everyones just playing a big game of "where has this bitch fallen asleep again?"

- laying down on the snow, hes just peaceful right now

Bear Hugger

- layered up decently

- he was literally born for this kind of weather

- rolled a snowball down a hill & accidentally made a small avalanche

- cold weather makes him really sleepy, unlike don flamenco he knows how to not fall in inconvenient places

- stiff as a statue while iceskating, one wrong move and hes on the floor along with hondo

- on a rocking chair next to a fireplace, christmas movie intro style

- feels kind of lonely since his fellow bears he likes to hug are hibernating (the animal ones not the gay ones smh, if i meant it like that he would be hibernating too)

- made a small scarf for his squirrel friend : )

Aran Ryan

- atrocious winter clothes, someone call the fashion police

- trips every 5 seconds while iceskating, his face is so bruised its unreal

- chucking snowballs and running away from people

- joined Sandman roll down a hill for fun, nobody spoke, nobody showed any emotions, but it was truly one of the memories of all time

- cold weather makes him energetic so hes a pain in the ass to deal with even more now

Soda Popinski

- wearing shorts & a tshirt, really good at tolerating the cold, soda popinski doesnt get hypothermia, hypothermia gets soda popinski

- also eating snow with kaiser & hondo

- tried to iceskate & chipped a tooth

- used as a human shield during the snow ball fight

- he showers in ice cold water on the daily so this doesnt inconvenience him at all

Bald Bull

- brought a extra coat because he knew don would forget to layer up & wouldnt listen to him if he reminded him

- in awe of soda popinski not being affected at all

- making huge snowballs and chucking it at aran ryan

- cold weather gets him angry & stressed a whole lot (same with any extreme weather condition) so tread carefully or this snow is gonna look like the flag of japan

- staying inside, mostly coming out when hes bored

- drinking tea & reading most of the time

- Just spinning while iceskating, cant seem to stop

Great Tiger

- has to also wear his entire closet, ends up getting sick anyway

- Just sadly staring out of the window

- making his clones play in the snow because just because he cant go doesnt mean they cant go

- drinking tea, hes so peaceful rn dont bother him

Super Macho Man

- not dressed up at all, got sick

- really pissed off he cant go out

- bitterly sitting in bed with a fever

- he is so gonna sob until hes no longer ill

Mr Sandman

- only person to tiptoe on that line between "you look like a pillow" And "you might as well go out naked" in terms of winter clothes

- Just making deformed snowmen

- suprisingly didnt fall on his face while iceskating

- he makes some killer hot chocolate

- tried to eat snow & got brainfreeze

- rolling down a hill for fun & climbing back up to do it again, with the most serious expression ever

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #don flamenco #bald bull #piston hondo #glass joe #punch out headcanons #aran ryan #great tiger #von kaiser #disco kid #bear hugger #soda popinski #super macho man

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arent-we · 23 hours

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The divinities chaos order

The divinities chaos order: A Balancing Act of Heaven and Hell 1-?

-I only update every once a week, if I didn't please message me or anything.

-This is all fiction don't take it too seriously-

As you can see I still don't have cover because I don't know how (help I need a cover for it) and also the eye color of her is she inherited of her father.

~Being born in a noble is nice right..?~

"Please let me reborn in a noble family"

A young girl drowning reach out one last time but no one came to rescue.

'World is too cruel for me aren't I?'

"Sweet Lady!" A hand reach out to rescue her. "My lady are you okay!?" She looks at her lady that's choking.

"Do I look okay?" The lady looks at her maid "but thank you for saving me... I don't know how to swim."

"It's my duty to protect the Sweet Lady after all." The maid happily and proudly said "Your father wants to meet you my Sweet Lady but you need to wear new clothes! But as the Sweet Lady's maid I'll help My Lady~!" The maid takes the Lady's hand happily going to the lady's walk in closet

"...too pinkish" the sweet lady said irritatingly "and too many ribbon"

"Let's try this blue!" "No"

"How about this yellow?" "No"

"...White with gold..?" The lady's eyes sparkled "Alright"

Going to her father's office with almost no sound step as her father doesn't want loud noises

"Come in" The guards outside her father's office opened the door for her. "Good morning father. I heard you want to meet me, what is it for?" Her father stood up.

"If you don't mind me asking father, where are we going?" She asked her father who didn't even looked at her. "You will know it once we're finally there" she didn't asked her father anymore and just continue looking outside.

Once they finally come there, a Madl couple welcomed them.

"You're daughter is really cute and beautiful!" The woman said looking at her and pats her head "Oh! Let's talk about this inside?" Once they entered a two other little Madl looks at her. "I'm [Reader's name] im just a normal lady, Nice to meet you both." There are no reasons for her to smile at them and take their little hearts but she did accidentally.

"I don't have that much time. Let's make this quit." Her father said turning to face the two Madl married couple.

"Let's make my son Orter and your daughter in Arrange marriage." The male older Madl who's their father said giving her father a hand. "It's on my daughter's decision." He looks at her and carried her.

"...I'm sorry but I will not, I'm still young and want to discover more. And I don't want to marry someone who doesn't want me, it will just led to mess in our families." They both just left the Madl residence without looking back, and why those Orter looks hurt when he just met her.

"When you said that, You're not like some just kid who plays all day." The lady didn't look at her father, she was sweating and feels uncomfortable. "Father can we go to some shops?" He nods, as the carriage stops. The first who goes out was his father and takes her hand, everyone is minding their own life.

"We're already here, are you wearing your necklace? Good, use it when you're in danger." She nods as her father gave her golds, her eyes sparkled at the golds thinking how many foods she can buy using them.

Some people looks at the young lady carrying a lot of bags and foods, many wants to help her especially thinking some rewards they will get if they help her. She just ignored them and walking in an alley where almost no people are there, she puts down all the things and food she carried, about to put the blanket on a two males with a black and blond. One who seems older wakes up and glares at her. "I'm not here to hurt you both, i saw you two before. May you appreciate what I bought" she was about to leave when she heard the little one's voice "Thank you, we will appreciate this." She smiled at them "Winter's coming, take care you two." The older one thinks of how to repay that young lady, who's not cruel or bad like others. And how could she makes his heart flutter when she just came and how his heart almost burst seeing her smile.

The lady was trying to use the necklace to escape, there was a dark fog trying to get her.

It reaches her feet and a hand takes it.

The manor of their family also burning, her father been assassinated while looking for her.

Her mother who died in the burning manor alongside the workers.

The downfall of their family.

Some glass that's shattered showing some fo her memories, her when she was an Empress. And empress who wished just to be a noble after her knights told her to escape, all fought for the empire. The last master looking for her, drowning herself so no enemies soldier kill or find her, she takes her own life.

The end of her Lostbelt.

#mashle x reader #mashle #orter mádl #dot barrett #kaldo gehenna #lance crown #orter x reader #lemon irvine #mash burnedead

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fantasyinallforms · 1 year

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How about… “Hey…are you dead yet?”

Thank you for the prompt, @sunnyrosewritesstuff! I am loving these! This one was a hard one for some reason, but I liked the challenge, and I'm pleased with how it turned out!

This is for the March Madness fotfics event!

Also on AO3 under my "Tales on the Road to Erebor" collection

Bagginshield {T}

Title: Better on your lips

How long had they been walking? Carrock seemed like a pleasant but distant memory. The eagles had saved them, but they retained few packs after escaping the Goblins, fewer still after the eagles. Gandalf had disappeared shortly after they landed, babbling about scouting ahead to see if an old friend still resided in the area. He had yet to return. Their movements in the region were bracketed by the wargs that never left their trail, stopping them from being able to rest for more than a few hours at a time. They were aided only by the advantage of a head start. Now the company wandered between rocky moors, trying to scrap by on what they had and what they could catch. Unfortunately, what they had was almost nonexistent, and what they could catch would seem to be very little.

Before this adventure, Bilbo was not accustomed to the feeling of true hunger. Since he had learned to get by on what he was offered while traveling. While he was never truly full, he wasn't starving. That was until now. Three days ago, Thorin had tightened everyone's rations again. They got a small piece of hard tack or jerky per day. A few wonderful times, they had found enough to forage that he could have two pieces. The dwarves seem to be pressing on in rather the same fashion as they always did despite the restrictions. How they did, Bilbo didn't know. He could feel his stomach practically eating his spine. His clothes fell loosely around his frame, and he had punched a few new holes in his belt. He had never felt hunger like this before, but he had heard it described to him in stories by those who had lived through the fell winter that plagued Hobbiton before he was born.

“Hobbits aren't meant to go without food.” His mother once warned, “It messes with our minds and can drive us mad.” Mad. Yes, that’s what this felt like. Bilbo was lost in his train of thought. He didn't see the rest of the company stop. He was stopped mid-stride by a thick hand on his wrist.

“Master Baggins, I said we are stopping for a few hours. Or do you intend on continuing on without us?” The sound of Thorin’s voice was usually pleasant, but today it cut at the edges of his nerves.

“What would it matter if I did? We'll be dead within a week with this rate of not finding food.” Bilbo wrenched his wrist out of Thorin’s grasp and stalked back toward the center of the party.

“Oh, don't be like that, Bilbo! Landscape’s getting a little less rocky, and I’m sure we’ll find something soon enough!” Bofur’s chipper attitude was growing annoying and incredibly tiresome. Bilbo found the nearest tree and curled in on himself, not bothering to interact with others.

Predictably Thorin had ordered there to be no fire, so the company made themselves as comfortable as they could around a clump of trees. Soon Bombur started to hand out rations. Bilbo took his and held it in the palm of his hand, trying to will it to be bigger. As much as his quip from earlier had been made in annoyance, he really didn't know if he would be able to survive more of this. Lack of food, lack of sleep, and constant movement. He was likely to collapse at any moment. But what could he do or say? They were all hungry, they had an orc pack on their tail, and there was no time to stop and forage. He had just started to earn the respect of the company. Would complaining about how he needed more food than a typical dwarf despite being half the size put him right back in the position he was in before Carrock? He didn't want that. He liked the new softness that Thorin’s eyes held for him now.

No, regardless of the risk, he knew what he had to do. It was not as if he would achieve rest with his stomach like this. He needed to find food, ANY food. He could sneak off and be back before anyone knew he was gone, and if he did find something, perhaps they wouldn't be so cross that he snuck out in the first place.

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Across the camp, Thorin pulled Balin and Dwalin into a meeting.

“We all know the situation. We have less than a week before we’re out of rations completely. These lands seem unusually barren of anything to hunt.” Balin stated.

“Now that we’re out of the cliffside, we need to try and forage. It’s our only option!” Dwalin urged

“The last time we stopped to forage, the Orcs made significant ground!” Thorin reminded him. When they first left the eagles, they had traveled for a few days, then when the company thought they were a fair distance from danger, they had scattered temporarily to look for anything edible and had managed to scrounge up a few things. That night, however, they heard their first sign that the wargs were drawing nearer. It would seem evil truly never slept.

“We could use the downtime we have now?” Balin suggested.

“No. The rest of the company hasn't gotten the chance to rest in days. They won't last another night of no sleep. I’ll go and be back in a few hours. When I return, we move again.” Thorin was particularly conceded about Bilbo. He had been in good spirits coming down from Carrock, but as the rations tightened, his mood went sour. In the last three days, Bilbo hasn't smiled a single time. The hobbit’s shrinking frame was not something that had gone unnoticed. He remembered Bilbo telling stories to the rest of the company that hobbits proudly ate seven times a day. At the time, it seemed an incredible feat. Dwarves could certainly pack down a meal when it was offered, but they could withstand sustaining themselves on small amounts of food for long times. It was this fact that got them through the first few harsh winters in Ered Luin. Now though, after months of watching how Bilbo’s body had changed, he realized that hobbits must have incredibly fast metabolisms. He was quite literally watching Bilbo wither away, and it was increasingly painful to watch.

A few times, he had instructed Bombur to give his piece to Bilbo, with the instruction of letting him know they were able to forage more than usual and could spare the extra piece. The hunger of that day was made lighter by the quiet sounds of happiness Bilbo made when he ate. Every part of him wanted to keep Bilbo happy and smiling forever.

Thorin didn't wait. After the meeting ended, he immediately started heading further into the trees. One of the hardest things about this area was that the clumps of trees present were dense but scarce. Thorin didn't like having the wind at his back. It felt too venerable, so he stuck to the forested areas as much as possible. An hour into his search and he found nothing. Another 30 min, and finally, he came across a downed tree littered with mushrooms. Thorin wasn't an expert at knowing what was and wasn't edible, so he grabbed as many as he could and stuffed them in the bag he had brought. Bombur or Bilbo could tell him if they were edible later.

He started walking back towards camp, then stopped dead and quietly drew his sword as he heard the sound of the underbrush shaking. Either this was about to be a problem, or he was about to return to the company with something that would make Bilbo smile again. He listened for the sound of whatever it was to clear the underbrush, then lept out to attack. He dropped his sword mid-swing when he saw it was Bilbo. The hobbit had his shirt pulled up to make a pouch. The pouch was currently half-filled with mulberries. He looked like he had just been caught in a trap. His hazel eyes widened as he finished chewing the mouthful he had likely just eaten before Thorin appeared. His initial reaction was to be annoyed. Everyone in camp has strict orders to rest and not stray. Oh, but how could he be mad? Bilbo looked positively thrilled. His eyes had light in them, and he had a stain of mulberry juice just under his bottom lip. Bilbo’s presence did things to his mind even he didn't fully understand. He so badly wanted to remove the stain with his tongue. Thorin loved mulberries. They held a similar but sweeter taste to blackberries. Would they taste even better on Bilbo’s lips? Mahal above grant him willpower.

“Thorin! I-I promise that I had every intention of sharing! Th-they just looked so good and-” Thorin put his hand on Bilbo’s wrist to stop the flood of words.

“Peace, Master Baggins. I might have done the same. Mulberries don't last long once picked, anyway. We’ll have to eat all of these tonight, or they won't keep.” Thorin held out the bag he had brought so that Bilbo could deposit what he had collected.

“I didn’t think dwarves would know about mulberries. They don't grow in the mountains.”

“No, but they grew in the area between Ered Luin and The Shire. I traveled that road many times in search of work. They became some of my favorite things to look for on the journey.” Thorin closed the sack and gently placed it on the ground.

“Here, you should have some before we head back. I know you skip meals sometimes.” Bilbo took Thorin’s wrist and pulled it towards himself. He splayed his fingers over Thorin’s palm so that his hand oped more and dropped a hobbit-sized handful of berries. Bilbo’s hands were always so warm and so full of life. The casual contact felt nice; no, it felt right. He closed his hands over the berries gently so as not to crush them.

“Thank you. If you want to look for more, you can. We have a little time before we need to head back. You really shouldn't have come out here alone, however. I would ask that you not do it again for your own safety.”

“Hey… are you dead yet? No? You're welcome. If I managed to save your life, I can protect my own long enough to pick berries. Besides, It was either I try to find food, go mad, or don't wake up from my next nap.” He turned around and went back to tending the bush while he spoke. Thorin chewed on the words before they finally caught up to him.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘Don't wake up from your next nap’? I knew you were having a harder time than the rest of the company, but I didn't realize it was that dire! Why didn't you say anything!” A zing of panic bolted through him. How much had he missed? Was Bilbo so starved that he verged on death?

“Without food, hobbits wither. Eventually, if we can't find enough to eat after a long enough time, we just stop. It happened to a lot of hobbits once. The winter my mother was a small lass. Many hobbits died of starvation. Some lost their minds first; others just went to sleep and never woke up. I’ve never experienced hunger like this before, and it feels like my mother's stories, so I suppose it is possible. I didn't want to be an extra burden. We’re all suffering a lack of food, not just me. I had no right to complain,” Bilbo replied. Thorin took a step forward and spun Bilbo, so he was looking at him. He tried to keep the desperate and terrified tone out of his voice, resulting in him letting his anger loose instead.

“You are dying! What better time is there? Fair does not mean equal. What would I have - we have done if you perished! This company needs its burglar if we are to see this quest through. After everything we went through in the goblin tunnels, you would let yourself die over something as simple as being a burden! I would rather you be a burden than dead!” Thorin was no longer gripping Bilbo’s shoulders. He had moved in his own panic to cradle Bilbo’s head between his hands.

“I wasn't thinking straight; I’m sorry. But if we have to stop and forage every few days, then the wargs will catch up to us. I can't ask the company to put themselves in mortal danger for the sake of my stomach.”

“Then I will! I will guarantee your safety!” Thorin took a step toward Bilbo but halted at the look of fear in his eyes. For a moment, he thought he had truly overstepped. He had been nothing but dismissive of Bilbo up until this point. What right did he have to ask Bilbo to trust him with his life?

“Thorin, duck!” Bilbo yelled. He didn't have time to respond before Bilbo threw his weight into him, toppling them over. Thorin heard nothing in the undergrowth or area around them. He looked around to make sure Bilbo was ok and found him flat on his back next to him, clutching a large struggling snake in his hands. Thorin couldn't reach his sword from his position on his back, so he rolled on top of Bilbo, grabbed the snake, and crushed the bones around its neck with one hand rendering it dead. The snake fell limply at their side.

“That’s an adder, very venomous,” Bilbo said between a few big gulps of air.” When Bilbo had the wind back in his lungs, he started laughing obnoxiously. Thorin cocked an eyebrow.

“It’s the absurdity of it all. We come to the woods to look for food. Both find a few things, run into each other, then run into a snake. It will make a funny story one day.” with that explanation, Thorin found he could not resist laughing either. “It gets better. They’re venomous, not poisonous, which means we just caught ourselves meat for a stew.” Bilbo giggled again and grabbed a berry off the ground, one of the ones Thorin had been holding in his hand, and popped it into his mouth, making a happy little sound. There was a distinct glint in Bilbo’s eye that didn't let Thorin move from where he was, even though he was incredibly aware that he was positioned over the hobbit.

“Do I have something on my face?” Bilbo asked, bringing a hand up to his lips in a self-conscious move due to Thorin’s staring. Thorin’s eyes flickered to the stain of mulberry juice still on Bilbo’s lip. It was then that members of his company decided to burst through the underbrush.

“Over here, I found them!” Dwalin shouted. His shout died on his lips as he saw the position they were in. Thorin quickly got to his feet, pulling Bilbo with him.

“We caught dinner,” Thorin said, thrusting the snake into Dwalin's chest. Dwalin smirked. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Make sure Bilo gets back to camp safely.” Thorin grouched. He had almost done it. One more moment, and he would have laid claim to Bilbo’s soft lips and all the promises they held within them. When he returned to the rest of the company, he found a quiet place to sit and eat his share of mulberries. The more he ate, the more he was certain. They would indeed taste so much better on Bilbo’s lips.

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Which historical romance books would you recommend to someone who would like to get into the genre but doesn't know where to start? So far my preferred genre was fantasy romance but I think I exhausted it completely at this point so I'm looking for something new. I tried Bridgerton but I didn't like, so I would appreciate any other recommendation. Thank you in advance.

Hey! I am happy to offer some recs. Imo, the Bridgerton books are kinda dated and work for a very *specific* reader, so it's not surprising to me that it wouldn't work. We can find something!

Sarah MacLean is a great gateway--I read every single adult historical she had out when I was first getting back into them in the early pandemic days. She typically writes very strong heroines (not always in a "we do battle" way, but always in mind and heart) and heroes who are just.... like, honestly, MESSES. Guys who can kick ass and fuck hard but are actually, deep within their souls, simps. From her backlist, I'd recommend as entry points:

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake. Her debut, and I recommend it because it's super compulsively readable and very beloved, with good reason. It's the story of a wallflower type who's like, "Jesus Christ, I am so tired of being this person" and sets out to break these nine "rules" and have adventures. She ends up enlisting this known Slut Man to help her (in exchange for helping introduce his long lost sister to society) and naturally, he is soon after her. I will say, MacLean's first series is the most ballroom that she gets? Her tastes are definitely a bit wilder, and they get so from this book. It's funny, it's sexy, it's a romp. My favorite series of hers is the Rules of Scoundrels series, which is about a group of friends who own a gambling club and like getting emotionally destroyed by their lovers. But since you read fantasy romance, I will also suggest...

Wicked and the Wallflower. This is the first in her Bareknuckle Bastards series, which has a very fantastical, fairy tale-like premise. Basically, this guy's wife gave birth to an illegitimate daughter. At the same time, he had three illegitimate sons born together. So--girl not his, sons his. But he claimed the girl was a son upon baptizing her, and decided he'd pick which son was worthy of being his heir in what was essentially an extended CHILD BATTLE ROYALE. Anyway, the books focus on the grown children years later--two of the sons have become rulers of the London Underworld, taking the girl with them. It's wild, it's fun, the stakes are high.

Lisa Kleypas is a classic writer of the genre. She tends to write very emotional books, often focusing on very competent heroes (except that time she didn't and everyone clapped). For her, I always recommend her most famous series--it's a great crowd pleaser.

The Wallflowers. Four friends who are striking out on the marriage mart agree that at all costs, they will help each other find husbands this season. I recommend reading these in order, but the two strongest entries are It Happened One Autumn (book 2, an enemies to lovers situation, he's uptight and she's wild) and Devil in Winter (villainous hero enters into a marriage of convenience with the shy girl, gets absolutely emotionally compromised because she's actually everything), which MUST be read in order for max enjoyment. All the books are good, though, and book 1 is a great start with this kind of indecent proposal angle.

Monica McCarty's Highland Guard series could work for ya! It's a medieval series that centers on this group of knights who do these kind of black ops missions for Robert the Bruce as he's trying to take the Scottish throne. There's a lot of history, battling, Secret Love Shit. The first book is The Chief, which centers on the leader, this cool and stern guy who ends up in an arranged marriage situation with this woman who wants to Know Him Emotionally. These books have tons of adventure.

The Uptown Girls by Joanna Shupe. This series focuses on three sisters of a prominent man in Gilded Age New York, all of whom get into various types of trouble, some of which does involve organized crime. Fun and scandalous~ with a bit of danger. Also, super sexy.

Elizabeth Hoyt's Maiden Lane series is a great one that takes place in Georgian England. Lots of working class characters, walking on the wild side, danger. I'd recommend starting with book 3 (Scandalous Desires) as a starter, as it centers on a river pirate who basically takes this widow woman into his lair~ (he's actually trying to keep her and his daughter, who she's been caring for, safe--but he has ulterior motives, obvi). These books are super hot and often quite daring. Some of my personal favorites.

I think these are some options you can sample and maybe find a match or several with--imo, finding your niche is important. Like, I know Julia Quinn often doesn't work for me because I prefer books that are a bit ... heavier? And definitely with more sex and passion, often with less focus on the marriage mart. With exceptions, clearly!

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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