#flat and circular come individually wrapped but in a bag | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

harryspet · 4 years

Text

pinky promise | p.parker, b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] little!peter x little!reader, stucky x reader, stucky x peter, ddlg, ddlb, polyamory, fingering, vaginal sex, sex in little space, age regression, millionaire!stucky, hints of breeding kink

A/N: she’s finally here :) i intended for this to have more stucky but it just didn’t work out lol

In which Peter and you play Mommy and Daddy.

taglist: @peterztinglez @lovelynerdytraveler @buckybarney @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything @saharzek @lovemassivelybeautifulbouquet @what-is-your-wish @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mandiiblanche @nsfwsebbie@yanderepeterparker @ttqueen05 @belleknows @write-from-the-heart @sad-ed-noise @quaksonhehe

main masterlist

word count: 2.6k

“Pick out which one you want, baby,” Bucky whispered before walking past the little curtain, talking into his cellphone as he listened in on an important phone call. You went back and forth trying on the same skirt, one white and the other a light pink. You were starting to get a bit frustrated, knowing that you preferred when Steve just chose for you.

You huffed, deciding that you didn’t want to look at yourself in the dressing room mirror for any longer. You decided to put them back on their individual hangers and put your clothes on. That morning, Daddy had put you in one of your “big girl” dresses. It was still light blue with ruched sleeves but, paired with your white sneakers, you looked normal enough to walk around the mall.

When you left the dressing room, Bucky was waiting for you. His face instantly fell when he saw your expression, “What’s wrong?” He grabbed your arm softly and when you turned your face away from him, he grabbed your chin, “Which skirt did you pick?”

“I didn’t like them,” You spoke softly, your eyes slowly rising up to meet his.

“But you looked beautiful in them,” You gave him a shy look and his lips began to tug into a grin. He reached up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I can’t decide,” You told him, “I don’t need them anyways …”

“Nonsense. If you can’t choose, then my princess must have both. How else are you supposed to turn heads and make a good impression on the first day of classes?” Bucky easily dismissed the idea, “We’ll have a fashion show tonight and the boys can help you pick.”

You should’ve known that money would be no object to him. It was never to Steve but it seemed Bucky liked to spoil you especially. No wonder Peter was so spoiled.

“Thank you, Papa,” As he heard your voice, the raise in pitch and the pouting lips, he knew what you needed. He kissed your forehead softly.

“Awe, my baby doesn’t want to be a big girl anymore. Let’s get you home then, princess.”

It was true. Your date today was very nice and you loved the bond you were building with Bucky but you wanted desperately to wind down in little space. After a long day of college classes, your favorite thing was coming home to Steve but now you got to come home to three people who wanted to baby you.

From the moment, Bucky buckled your seatbelt for you, you were already beginning to slip. He held your hand the entire ride and as the two of you walked into the luxurious brownstone in Brooklyn that you called home.

You were quite ready to run into Steve’s arms but the first thing you saw was Steve’s arms wrapped around Peter. The younger boy was sitting in his lap, playing a video game, his eyes focused on the flat screen illuminating the living room.

When Steve saw you, he smiled of course, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Steve was Peter’s Daddy as well but, in your moment of wanting to regress, you couldn’t help but want Steve’s full attention.

“Hi, Papa!” Peter shouted, his eyes not leaving the Mario Kart game. He was dressed in his PJ’s, the footie ones that had all the little Darth Vader’s printed on them.

“How was your trip? Successful, I hope,” Steve asked.

Bucky seemed to notice your mood had a fell and that's when you felt his hand on your waist. He lifted you easily, setting you on his hip, all while holding your shopping bags. You were very grateful, resting your head on his shoulder, “Very successful but this one is in need of some tender love and care. I think we need a nice warm bath, don’t we?”

Bucky felt you nod and his lips pressed into a thin line. Steve flashed him a knowing look and Bucky gave him a look that said, “don’t worry, i got this”. The merging of your small family went much better than Steve had anticipated but you still had your moments.

Bucky carried you upstairs into the room you shared with Peter. The walls weren’t painted white but the two sides of the room contrasted each other. Peter’s side was full of pastel blues and greens while yours was rainbow central.

Bucky ran a bath for you and, much to your enjoyment, he joined you inside. You felt completely relaxed as he ran a wash cloth along your skin, soaping you up and massaging your skin gently. Your back against his front, Bucky could feel you slowly relaxing.

“You know, both Daddy and Papa love you very much,” Bucky spoke into your ear, his hand dropping between your legs, slowly spreading them.

“Mhm,” You agreed, shivers running through you despite the warm water.

“And Peter does too …” As his fingers spread your folds, his strong hands began to rub in a circular motion.

“I know, Papa,” His pace was still gentle, every circle he made teased your sensitive bulb, and you found your hips starting to grind against his fingers. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the sensation.

“That’s why I think that this weekend … you and Peter should spend some time together, while Daddy and Papa are away on business.”

Your eyes opened at that, surprise evident on your face, “Without Papa and Daddy? But we’re too little-” A small moan escaped your lips as he paid special attention to your special area. You slowly closed your eyes again.

“Your big brother will take care of you, whatever you need, princess,” Bucky spoke softly, his fingers working methodically against your clit.

All you could do was nod, agreeing with whatever Bucky had said. You were too focused on your incoming orgasm to disagree. When you finally did release, Bucky didn’t let you go, he kept going until you were trying to pull away from his body. He wrapped his other arm around your torso, pulling you back, as he made you ride out your orgasm.

“Good girl,” He groaned into your ear, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you, Papa,” You panted and he began to kiss the skin on your shoulder.

You were still deep into little space when you awoke the next morning. After a tearful goodbye to Steve and Bucky, you decided that you’d play dress up in order to cheer yourself up. Peter explained to you that he was going to be a “big boy” and make the two of you food for your tea party. A tea party that he invited himself to after complaining that his own stuffed bear was invited before him.

You’d chosen a cowgirl hat to go with your flouncy pink dress and set the living room up to be your venue. The coffee table was fully decorated and pillows surrounded the table for all your guests to sit.

“Petey!” You called to the kitchen just as he entered with a plate. You told him he had to dress up if he was to join you but he refused to put on one of your dresses. Instead, you had to settle for him wearing a red cape and a crown.

He set it out in the middle of the table, proudly smiling as he exclaimed, “Ta-da!”

You took one look and pouted, “You burnt it,” There were about ten slices of burnt toast with butter, “And where are the finger sandwiches? Cinnamon scones?”

Peter gave you a confused look as he took a seat on the pillow beside you. He was already grabbing a piece of toast and stuffing his mouth, “The toast is pretty good,” Was the great response you received. You shook your head, deciding to just pour the tea for everyone.

“Here’s tea for you Buttons, Sassy Cat, Miss Sprinkles, Sir Horse …. and for you Mr. Parker,” You poured his tea carefully and you smiled, noting how impressed he seemed by the simple act. You set down the pot and grabbed your own cup, “And make sure you sip it like this, with your pinky out, because we’re sophisticated.”

“I thought you were a cowgirl,” Peter chuckled a bit as you watched him try to sip his tea carefully.

“A cowgirl princess,” You corrected him with the utmost seriousness, “I’m still sophisticated.”

“My apologies, your majesty,” He bowed his head slightly and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Your day had started with burnt toast but you had a feeling Peter was going to make it a fun day.

Hours later, the living room was now shifted into a small fortress made of blankets and chairs. Toy Story was playing on the TV while you and Peter paid attention to your separate coloring books. Your most relaxing pastime was having your paci, letting it soothe you, while you colored. You stayed inside the lines unlike Peter and he’d constantly tear out his pages before starting again.

The two of you had changed out of your costumes from early, having done a million activities since tea this morning. You were down your panties, a rainbow t-shirt, and fuzzy pink socks. You were flipping the page in your book when you felt Peter’s foot graze the bottom of yours. You didn’t think much of it, even starting to find the feeling soothing after a while.

When you turned your head towards him, you found him watching you, “I’m bored,” He spoke suddenly, “Let’s play a video game.”

You only shook your head, turning back to your drawing, and you heard him let out a frustrated huff of air. The stroking of your foot soon turned into a tapping. Despite your attempt to ignore him, he began to inch closer to you. When you turned your head again, his face was only inches from yours and you were looking into his brown eyes, “We can play pretend some more,” That made you perk up and, despite being in the middle of drawing a castle, you set down your crayon.

You gave him a curious look which caused him to smile, “We could play Mommy and Daddy,” As your eyebrows raised in confusion, he continued, “Well I’d be the Daddy and you’d be the Mommy of course. Don’t you know how to play?”

You slowly shook your head and Peter leaned in. You were frozen for a moment as he kissed your pacifier. You felt your cheeks heat us as he gently removed it from your mouth then pressed his soft lips against yours. You’d never shared a kiss with him while the two of you were alone and, for a moment, it felt forbidden, “We have to ask permission…”

Peter could see your enjoyment as clear as day, “But we’re just pretending. Mommies and Daddies kiss all the time,” You nodded, understanding though you still felt a bit nervous.

“I like your kisses, Petey,” You said and you watched his face turn red. He leaned in again and you were grateful for his touch, how he moved your lips against yours, and how his tongue began to explore your mouth. You turned on your side and you felt his hands roam over your backside.

He dipped his fingers into your panties, causing you to cry out, “Shush, we have to be quiet. We can’t wake up the baby,” He whispered to you and you instantly nodded, enjoying the sensation, “You’re soaked, Y/N.”

You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, still confined to his underwear. You reached out to touch it and you watched him shudder at your touch, “Geez…” He groaned, “Do you want to make another baby?” Something seemed to shift in his eyes and suddenly he was more eager than before.

“Yes,” You nodded, playing along to whatever scenario he was making up along the way, “I love being a Mommy.”

Peter couldn’t wait much longer and you let him climb on top of you as you quickly pulled down your panties. He didn’t waste time with his own underwear, pulling out his hard cock, and pressing against your warm heat. You felt his tip rub against your clit and then up and down your folds.

You held onto the sides of his torso, gripping his striped shirt tightly as he began to sink inside of you, “Y-You’re so tight, honey,” he began to rock back and forth, looking into your eyes as he hovered over you. He gripped the pillows beneath you tightly, the motion in his hips causing your body to convulse beneath him.

“Peter, peter, peter,” You breathed, biting down on your lip. His head dipped down, kissing your lips again and, distracted, you didn’t notice that his hand moved between your thighs. He fucked you while his hand stroked your sensitive bulb, knowing that would send you over your edge. As you tightened around him, you brought him to his climax.

As he collapsed against you, catching his breath, you welcomed his embrace.

“You can’t tell Papa or Daddy,” He told you, hugging you tight.

You only held out your pinky and he wrapped his around yours.

You wouldn’t tell but you imagined the grand punishment that would ultimately lead to you cumming until you passed out.

“Petey … petey,” You tapped the sleeping boy’s nose until you finally startled him awake. He was quite cute when he slept, holding tight to his teddy bear while he was tucked into his baby blue sheets. Peter pouted as soon as he opened his eyes, seeing you hovering over his face, book in hand, “I can’t sleep.”

He attempted to close his eyes again, “Count your sheep, Y/N,” He mumbled as he turned his head away from you.

You bounced on top of him, your legs straddling him, and he awoke again, “I counted all the sheep! Like five trillion-million of them,” As your voice raised, he pressed his pointer finger to his lips. He sat up on his elbows, giving you a frustrated look.

“Shush, you don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?” You instantly shook your head, obeying his warning to calm down. Peter eyes the book in your hand, “Why can’t you read it to yourself?”

“I like the way you read,” You spoke earnestly, “And you can say all the big words.”

You knew that would work, stroking his ego. Peter loved it when everyone treated him like a big boy. He thought for only a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips and suddenly his tiredness was gone.

“C’mon, get under,” He motioned for you to move and, excitedly, you climbed under the covers with him. The twin-sized bed fit you two comfortably and you liked cuddling more than anything. As Peter pulled the covers over you, he whipped out the flashlight he kept underneath his pillow.

You rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, as you listened to him, “Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, ’smatter of fact.”

The accents he used always made you giggle. Peter was quite the story teller but that didn’t keep you from drifting off a few minutes later. Peter kept reading, entranced by the novel, but stopped when he heard your soft snores. He turned off the light and let the book fall against his stomach.

“G’night, Y/N.”

#peter parker x reader #little!peter #little!reader #stucky x reader #stucky x peter #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #daddy!stucky #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #chris evans #sebastian stan #tom holland #little space

3K notes · View notes

authorialarcanist · 3 years

Text

Gracidea Blossom Chapter 2: No Contest

(Pokémon Diamond, Pearl, & Platinum x Little Busters!)

Mirror Links: AO3, Pokécommunity, Spacebattles

---

Previous - Next

---

The next morning, the Little Busters gather outside Rin and Kyousuke’s house. The siblings are a little late to emerge, their parents having insisted on helping Rin pack after learning about the planned trip. She now has a bag waiting for her by the doorway, stuffed full of travel supplies.

Rin follows Kyousuke out the door, Lennon curled up in her arms. She can feel the Litten’s warmth bolstering her against the chilly morning air.

Once the five friends are all in one place, Kyousuke clears his throat. “Ahem. Good morning, gentlemen. We gather here today to bid farewell to our good city of Hearthome before departing on our trip. As such, I have determined that the day’s activity shall be a specialty which can’t be found elsewhere!”

Rin cocks her head. “We’re going back to Amity Square?”

“No,” Kyousuke replies, “That’s just a daily activity for you! Today has to be something special.”

Masato crosses his arms and pipes up. “Training, then! Super-secret muscle training we can only do here!” He grins, muscles in his arms bulging.

“Woah… does such a thing exist?” Kyousuke affects a shocked expression. “Masato, have you been hiding a secret muscle-training facility from us all along?”

“No, no, no, he just got carried away and invented a place that doesn’t exist,” Riki ripostes.

“Gaaaah!” Masato buries his face in his hands, thrashing back and forth in anguish. “I thought Kyousuke was going to show us a secret training ground! Now I got all excited for nothing!” Rin shrinks back a little. Muscles really are the only thing on that idiot’s mind. Scary!

“Putting the idiot aside…” Kengo glares at Masato’s theatrics. “Shouldn’t we focus on preparing Rin and Riki for the trip?”

“Boring! You’re all boring!” Kyousuke finally shouts. “Any old Trainer would spend the day before a trip packing and training! No, if we want to assert our individuality, there’s only one thing we can do today!” He makes a dramatic flourish in front of himself with his right arm. “That’s why, we’re going to hold a Pokémon Contest!”

“A… Pokémon Contest.” Kengo fixes Kyousuke with a flat look. “Even if we had fancy clothes with us for it, you do realize that the Contest Hall isn’t going to let us just waltz in and take over the stage, right? The judges have official competitions to spend their time on.”

“That’s fine, we can host our own Contest outdoors! I’ll be the judge, while you, Masato, Riki, and Rin are the contestants!”

“What about the fact that the three of us have grown, trained Pokémon? Even when it’s not a head-to-head fight, their conditions are still good enough that Riki and Rin’s new ones wouldn’t be able to compete against them.”

“Hah! It doesn’t matter if you’re amateur or adept, a Pokémon Contest is about heart!” Seeing the unamused faces around him, Kyousuke stumbles for a moment before picking back up. “…And besides, I’m sure I can come up with some house rules as a handicap.”

After a moment, Kengo just turns away with a sigh. “…Wonderful. Well, I hope you have fun. I’m going to go pick up supplies that will be actually useful.”

“Kengo, wait!” Kyousuke chases after him for a few steps, but gives up as he disappears in the direction of the city’s shopping district. “…That… That’s fine!” He rallies! “I still have a plan for how to do this without him!”

Masato takes the bait. “Oh? And what would that be?”

“We’ll just have a Pokémon Contest with the three of you!”

“That’s just the same plan, you idiot!” Rin kicks her brother in the shin, but even through a grimace of pain he refuses to break his heroic pose.

Riki looks uncertain, but… “Well… if you’ve put that much thought into it, then I guess we’ll be happy to try a homebrew Contest. Right, guys?” At that, Rin knows it’s pretty much decided. Riki always folds when her brother is involved.

——

Due to the Little Busters’ late night the day before, most of the city has already woken up by the time the quartet sans Kengo starts making their way to Kyousuke’s chosen stage. The sun is shining down, and the city is alive with its signature gentle bustle. Various residents nod at the group as they pass by, wishing them good morning by name. Just about everyone knows everyone else in Hearthome; still, Rin clings a little closer to her brother. They may not be strangers, but she’s perfectly happy with just the friends she’s got. This holds especially true as they pass the city’s Pokémon Gym, not far from the entrance to Amity Square on the east side of town.

Hearthome Gym is a large building of white stone, jutting out from the city’s ubiquitous brick pathways. Challengers enter through a one-story round vestibule facing the city’s main street, but the bulk of the Gym is behind that: a pair of large semicircles, each twice as tall as the entrance area, overlapping a little at the centers of their arcs like a pair of interlinked rings. One more circular floor rises just above where the arcs connect. Kyousuke has shown Rin pictures of a facility called the Prestige Precept Center in Orre; apparently, Hearthome’s leader modeled her Gym renovations after that building.

The Gym itself operates in a somewhat peculiar fashion. Rather than accepting a constant stream of challengers, as most do, Hearthome Gym runs on a strict schedule: it opens to Trainers seeking its badge on rare preordained days, taking all who approach in one big wave, and then closes its doors to them again until the next scheduled opening. Anybody who misses the day or fails their challenge has no choice but to wait and come around again next time. The upshot of this is that because of the Gym, every so often a wave of strangers from all around Sinnoh flood the town, all trying to get their badges at once. Rin hates those days, although she supposes that she can at least follow the publicly released schedule and know when to keep her head down. And, well, the Gym Leader is nice; the older girl likes to stop and chat with Rin about the cat Pokémon they both love from time to time.

Passing by the Gym, the four come to the open square in the middle of town. While the whole city is littered with benches and areas for relaxation, this plaza is a favorite spot for those who want a different experience from that of Amity Square. With the Gym not far to the east, the town’s Pokémon Center on its west side, and the grand half-dome of the Super Contest Hall stationed at its northern end, most foot traffic passes through the plaza sooner or later.

At the very center of the plaza is a great fountain, and Kyousuke wastes no time in clambering onto its rim. Curious spectators gather around, wondering what those crazy kids are getting up to today. “Now, then - Riki! Rin! Masato! The three of you will be the contestants in the Little Busters’ First Unofficial Super Contest!” He raises a sign that reads ‘Applause’, eliciting the desired reaction from a few cooperative passers-by. “As for the rules! Each of you will enter one Pokémon. We don’t exactly have music or accessories for the first two rounds, so we’ll be jumping right into the Appeal round. I will act as your judge,” he bows before sweeping an arm at the gathered residents, “As will our lovely audience. Finally, since Masato has been training his Pokémon for much longer than our other two competitors, they are both allowed to enter a second Pokémon in our Contest. Are these conditions acceptable?” His gaze meets that of each reluctant performer in turn. Riki and Masato nod; Rin doesn’t deign to respond. “Perfect! In that case… let the Contest begin!”

Rin and Riki each send out both of their Pokémon, while Masato takes a moment longer to decide.

“Now then!” For want of a sound system, Kyousuke has pulled a megaphone out from someplace. He gives his best shot at emulating a Super Contest Emcee. “Our contestants today areeeee…! Masato Inohara! With his Beedrill, ‘Beenniku*’!” Caught up in the moment, Masato waves at the motley crowd. “Rin Natsume! With her Chingling, ‘Santa’, and her Litten, ‘Lennon’! Annnnd last but not least, Riki Naoe! With his Bonsly, ‘Sly’, and his Turtwig, ‘Terra’! Your appeals… start… Now!”

The Pokémon leap into action, to the makeshift audience’s cheers. Masato makes the first move, having his Beedrill jab at the air with its stingers to show off the gleam of its chitin. Kyousuke applauds politely, and then it’s Riki’s turn.

“Terra, Tackle! Sly, use Flail!” The Bonsly flails about aimlessly while Terra tackles the air in front of Kyousuke with a burst of strength from its hind legs.

“Not bad, but you’re still missing something! Rin, you’re up!”

Rin has had some time to think of a strategy, so she responds immediately. “Both of you, Growl!” At her command, both Santa and Lennon open their mouths to emit a cry. With nobody following them, the cat’s meow and the bell-like jingle have a moment to mix and echo.

“That’s it,” says Kyousuke, caught up in the energy. “Just like that! Alright, next round! Rin, you’re first this time! Masato, you’re going last!”

At Rin’s command, Lennon breathes a tiny flame onto the pavement while Santa wraps its rope around a lamp post. The flame dances beautifully for a moment before guttering out.

“Sly, use Copycat! Terra, Withdraw!” Riki’s Turtwig pulls its head and limbs into its shell, the leaf on its head still sticking out a little while Sly vibrates for a moment, watching Lennon, and then somehow spits out an ember of its own. The crowd ‘Ooh’s and ‘Aah’s.

Rin glares at Sly for a moment, betrayed. “But he’s not even a cat,” she mutters.

“Alright, Beenniku, use Pursuit!” Everybody pauses for a moment, brought back to the present by Masato’s command. Suddenly, Rin’s Pokémon have lost their composure as the Beedrill chases them around the square. Although Sly is also running from the bee, Terra remains cool as a cucumber in its shell.

“Wh- Is that even legal?!” Rin shouts.

“In Hoenn, it would be! I’ll allow it!” Kyousuke waves his hand dramatically, before shouting, “Good appeals, but startled Pokémon lose points! One more round! Keep it up, you three!”

“And what in the world is going on here?” The Pokémon screech to a halt as a girl with purple twin tails appears in front of them, hands on her hips. She’s wearing a black ribbon in her hair, done up to look like cat ears, and a formal black dress. She’s clearly just come from the Super Contest Hall, and a pair of girls are flanking her, one with green hair and one with red.

“Pokémon Contest,” replies Rin matter-of-factly. “What about you?”

“How could you not recognize Hearthome’s Contest prodigy?” The green-haired girl speaks up with a disbelieving expression. “Our lady Sasami and her Pokémon are always… Smart!”

“Tough!” On her other side, the red-haired girl steps forward. Rin cocks her head. Have they rehearsed this?

“Cute!” Back to green hair.

“Cool!”

The two step aside, speaking in unison as they frame Sasami with their arms. “And, of course…”

At this, the subject of their performance finally steps forward, one hand elegantly in front of her mouth as she speaks. “…Beautiful! So, I’m sure you can see why a Contest pro such as myself is concerned about this parody you’re putting on!”

“Not really,” says Rin. “We’re just playing.”

“Wh- Just playing?” The other girl sputters. “Is a Pokémon Contest a joke to you? I know who you are, Rin Natsume. Don’t think that just because you’re the sister of the Champion, you can get by without applying yourself!” She takes a moment, visibly calming herself down. “Hmph. Well, then, if you want to prove you know how to perform in a real Contest, come to the Super Contest Hall tomorrow. I, Sasami Sasasegawa, will challenge you personally!”

“I can’t,” Rin replies. “It seems I’m going on a journey.”

“…It… Seems? Does it not concern you?”

Rin shrugs. “Sorry, Sasa…” She pauses for a moment, trying to get the other girl’s name down. “…Sashimi.”

A vein bulges in Sa…something’s forehead. “…You’re making fun of me. Of course you are. That’s it, Rin Natsume!” Her voice hits a somewhat hysterical pitch. “If you cannot take this seriously, I challenge you to a battle! Right here, right now! Go, Kuro!” With a studied motion, she throws a Pokéball. When it hits the ground, it bursts open in a swarm of bubbles, and out pops a Litten - like Lennon, but with black fur where Lennon’s is white.

“I don’t get it, but… I guess we’re battling? Come on, Lennon!” The shiny Litten jumps in front of Rin, facing its counterpart.

“So you even mock me with my own Pokémon…” Sasami growls. “Listen well, Rin Natsume! I always aim for nothing less than to win! To offer anything short of 100% is to disrespect both yourself, and your Pokémon! Kuro, use Lick!” The black cat jumps forward and licks Lennon’s face viciously. …At least, Rin thinks it’s viciously, since her Pokémon staggers back, muscles twitching.

“Lennon! Lick him right back!” Rin hesitates when Lennon looks back at her with a plaintive meow. “Wh- don’t you know that yet?”

Sasami gives a high-pitched laugh. “Oh-hoh-hoh! This is why it’s important to train your Pokémon, and not just play around aimlessly!”

“Ugh… Lennon, use Scratch!” Lennon jumps forward, a little slowly, but still manages to rake its claws down the other Litten’s side.

“Scratch him right back, Kuro!” At Sasami’s command, her own cat Pokémon begins to scratch at Lennon in return, and the two cats find themselves scratching back and forth.

On the sidelines, Kyousuke grimaces. “…I have to say, I’ve seen more exciting matches.”

“Shut up!” Rin takes her eyes off of the battle to kick her brother in retaliation, but he jumps smoothly out of the way. “Lennon, use—” Her Pokémon staggers, unable to move for a moment due to the earlier Lick attack, and then falls to the ground with a whine. “No! Lennon, return! Go, Santa!”

“A second Pokémon? No matter! If he’s as poorly trained as the first, this will be… a…” Sasami trails off, and her face goes red as she stares over Rin’s shoulder. Rin twists to look behind herself, and sees Kengo approaching with a pair of heavy shopping bags.

“Oh, you guys are still at it?” Kengo looks surprised. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think you’d manage to draw this much of a crowd.” Since the battle started, the motley observers have grown into a veritable audience, curious what would happen next. Kengo looks past Rin and notices Sasami. “Oh, and you would be miss Sasasegawa from the Contest Hall, right? I didn’t realize that you and Rin were friends.”

“I— Mister Miyazawa, er— can I call you Kengo? I was just— um—” Sasami toys with her hair, flustered. She looks between Kengo and the battle in front of her, where Rin’s Chingling has obliviously wrapped Kuro up, and is squeezing it with its rope. Kuro meows in frustration at its distracted Trainer. “I— that is— ask you to tea? I mean— Ugh! Kuro, return!” Just as Santa starts to nuzzle the captive cat, Sasami pulls out Kuro’s Pokéball and calls it back with a beam of light. “This isn’t over, Rin Natsume! If you’re going away, then— then I’ll just go and challenge the Gyms, myself! I’ll earn all eight badges, and then you won’t get off so easily! Mark my words!” With one final glance at Kengo, she turns and flees, her companions trailing after her with a fading ‘Lady Sasamiiiii…’

“…Odd girl.” Kengo watches her departing form, bemused. “Rin, do you have any idea what that was about?”

“I don’t really get it, but… I guess I won?” Rin picks up her Chingling, scratching it gently just behind the nub where its rope-tendrils connect to its head. She glances at Lennon, who meows weakly. “Oh… I’m sorry, Lennon, do you need to go to the Pokémon Center…?”

“R-right.” Kyousuke scratches the back of his head. “Well, I hate to call off our Contest before the final round, but… it looks like that’s about all we can manage today. Let’s just get your Pokémon healed, and then we can pack up Kengo’s supplies. Sound good?” Rin nods, hardly noting the others’ agreement as she returns Lennon and Santa to their Pokéballs. The five turn and make their way to the nearby Pokémon Center, where the nurse at the reception desk takes Rin’s Pokémon with a reassurance that they would be in good hands.

She hands Rin a slip with a number on it. “Your Pokémon should be all refreshed in a couple of hours, so just come back then and show us this, okay? We hope to see you again!”

——

Back at the Natsume residence, Kengo finally unloads his shopping bags. “Alright, then. I’ve got some food for the road, and several Potions, Repels, and a Revive for each of you. I’ve also bought a pair of first-aid kits; while the Routes usually have enough traffic to be safe, if you break a bone with nobody around it can still be dangerous. I also got a sleeping bag for Riki, since he doesn’t have one.”

“You really didn’t have to… How much should I pay you back?” Riki fumbles for his wallet, but Kengo stops him with a raised hand.

“Don’t bother. The three of us have earned enough in prize money that gathering a fund for your supplies really wasn’t an issue.”

“Oh…” Riki hesitates, but accepts the gift. “Oh! I think I have a collapsible portable stove in my room. Should I bring that?”

Kyousuke nods. “It can never hurt to have a way of cooking on the road - you can only live on cold canned food for so long without wanting to break something. Just make sure you remember to bring extra gasoline, too, or it’ll just be a fancy paperweight.”

“Right,” Riki responds.

“Before you go get it, let’s make sure we’ve gone through everything else you need to bring. Do you have an extra pair or two of hiking shoes?” Riki shakes his head. “We’ll have to go and buy you some before the day is out. You and Rin could both stand to buy some good hiking socks while you’re at it, too.”

“Don’t forget warm clothes,” Masato pipes in. “My muscles can keep me warm just about anywhere, but with how little bulk the two of you have, you’d better be ready for the cold.”

“…I don’t think muscles work that way…” Riki grumbles, but he diligently notes down the suggestions nonetheless.

“Let’s get what you already have packed, and then we can go look around for anything else you’re missing.” Kyousuke stands up. “Oh, and we can’t forget a sturdy water bottle. Rin already has one packed, but water is the single most important thing to have when traveling.”

The friends prepare to head to Riki’s place, but he looks a little uncertain. He speaks quietly. “…Isn’t this a lot for just going on a short trip with you? I mean, you three can take care of most of this, can’t you?”

“…” Kyousuke fixes him with a serious look. “It’s important to be fully prepared for a journey. You never know just what might happen when you’re away from home.”

“…Right…” Riki nods, takes a step forward, and then sways. Rin rushes to catch him before he can hit the ground.

She struggles to carry his weight for a moment before Masato comes to help her. It’s clear that Riki is fast asleep.

Narcolepsy.

It’s a chronic disease Riki suffers from, which makes him fall asleep randomly and without warning. He says he’s had it since before they first met him.

Rin looks to Kyousuke, wondering what to do.

“…Well, so much for finishing our preparations right now. Let’s get him to a bed, and then I’ll go pick up what I can.”

The others nod, and they haul Riki to a guest room. Rin’s parents are used to the boy needing to stay from time to time, so the room is set up for his use when they aren’t specifically hosting someone. After getting him onto the bed, Rin sits down in a nearby chair to catch her breath. She closes her eyes.

After a while, Kengo speaks in a low murmur. Rin can barely make out what he’s saying. “…sure this is going to work?”

Kyousuke whispers a reply. “Riki will be okay. He’ll have Rin with him. We just have to believe in them.”

Masato, this time. “…I just hope you’re right.”

Rin can hear the three open the door, leaving her to keep watch over Riki while they gather supplies. Her mind wanders back over the busy day, and her first Pokémon Battle. It was more exhausting than she thought, but it looks like she has a rival now.

Sitting in the dark room, before long, she too falls asleep.

#Little Busters!#Pokemon #Natsume Rin #Naoe Riki #Natsume Kyousuke #Inohara Masato #Miyazawa Kengo #Sasasegawa Sasami #Gracidea Blossom #fanfiction #Sinnoh

1 note · View note

tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 5 years

Text

Trinkets, 29: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A Random Musical Instrument that sounds slightly different to everyone that hears it.

An aged stone tablet containing fragments of text of the Sargonne Prophecies. The fragments speaks of “…an armada of horrors swollen and grey and hungry so hungry so thirsty, they know, they KNOW, THEY KNOW…”

A life sized owl made of frosted glass that smells of fresh snowflakes.

A tube of bamboo has been carefully sealed at both ends with wax. Scratched into the side are the words “Miskin's Stash”. The tube contains a pair of clean, dry socks and underwear.

A one gallon cask of Dreamwine, an alcoholic beverage enjoyed by the High Elves. Known for being a smokey, aromatic wine, its taste is almost unbearably sweet, flowing down one's throat like liquid smoke. The bouquet is described as 'that of a wild forest where creatures of legend still roam free", conjuring images of fabulous gardens, sun-dappled glades, and the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine.

A box containing a small pair of gold hoop earrings. A paper inside says “Lidia's first”.

A jade mirror that exaggerates the features of those who looked into it in order to reveal their true nature through a sort of magical caricature. An honorable and virtuous person would appear stronger, taller, and more fair in visage. A selfish, greedy individual would appear smaller, with cruel, conniving features. Those with an injury or disability that they had allowed to cripple their spirit would appear withered and weak, while those who had overcome their disability would appear in perfect health.

A musical rattle made from a cloven hoof that smells faintly of brimstone.

A wicker basket containing several loafs of weighty bread wrapped in a thin blanket. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize it as Stonebread, a type of baked good made by dwarves. Usually made into round loaves, this foodstuff is so foul-tasting that only dwarfs can eat it. In fact, it is rumored that it is made using rock dust rather than flour. However, to the dwarfs, it is hearty fare that is very fortifying. In addition, it keeps extremely well.

A horrid war banner that seems to be little more than a leather rag on a totem pole, but closer inspection reveals foul stains that drip and splash as the bearer moves. The whole of the vile hide throbs and oozes a greenish tinted fluid.

—Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A Random Musical Instrument that sounds slightly different to everyone that hears it.

A life sized owl made of frosted glass that smells of fresh snowflakes.

A tube of bamboo has been carefully sealed at both ends with wax. Scratched into the side are the words “Miskin's Stash”. The tube contains a pair of clean, dry socks and underwear.

A box containing a small pair of gold hoop earrings. A paper inside says “Lidia's first”.

A musical rattle made from a cloven hoof that smells faintly of brimstone.

A thick treant root with glowing green veins.

A pair of small steel balls that vibrate when touched together.

A delicate glass orb containing numerous exotic feathers arranged in a overlapping circular pattern.

A fortune-telling stone with a two closed, feminine eyes.

A writing quill ending in a grasping hand rather than a sharpened tip.

A two-faced silver coin with the image of a fox. When it is flipped, the face of the creature who flipped it appears in place of the fox for a minute before returning to normal.

A wooden mouse carving, that when coming into contact with cheese makes a ear-piercing squeak.

A sinister looking lute whose head ends in a wicked spike. The cords are thicker than average and made from thin, woven steel wires. The neck is much longer than normal, and mimics the appearance of a spine. The base is unlike the normal rounded body of a lute, and is pointed and made of a mildly glowing purple rock. The top half of the body is much larger and than bottom, and ends much more jaggedly. The instrument seems to hum with electric power when wielded and any songs played on this lute sound distorted and powerful.

A massive scarlet lobster claw, the length of a grown man's arm.

A hand mirror crafted with a pewter handle and backing with intricate engraving. The reflective surface seems to be a silvery metal that never burnishes or scratches and all reflections appear dimmed and shadowy.

A heavy, bronze mask that lets out a deep, sonorous ring when struck.

A dark iron flask bearing numerous engravings of arcane runes with silver inlay. It is filled with a sparkling crimson fluid that tastes of sweet, fresh berry juice.

A leather wallet containing a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a common soldier in military of the local kingdom. The section containing the soldier's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair colour) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A hollow bronze tube that emits a resounding chime when struck against a hard surface. The chime has an elaborate handle resembling an angel whose wings surround it.

A white porcelain mask with a large pair of eye-holes with black streaks running down to a mouth stretched into a too-wide black grin. The eye holes are filled in with an opaque black substance, yet the bearer is able to see without issue. When worn, glowing red pupils appear in the eyes, and move as if they belonged to the bearer.

A small ivory idol that depicts three tentacles wrapped around each other.

A pair of pink baby booties encased in a glass prism. The glass is stained with dried tears and dirtied by skin oils suggesting that is has been handled regularly.

A deer shaped badge, carved from the antler of the animal that it resembles.

A wooden and metal icosahedron (20 sided die) that measures about six inches in diameter. Each face of the crux is carved with a different rune, and when one looks upon the thing, the observer has the unsettling sensation that they can see too many or too few sides at once.

A small pouch containing the knucklebones of a deceased human monk who, in life, was renown for her wisdom and skill in combat.

A fist-sized kidney stone that was passed by a dragon.

A bundle of centaur skins tied together with reins and wrapped in a protective oilskin case.

An onyx gemstone that radiates unnatural energy.

A small tin full of wrapped caramels, one of which is wrapped delicately in silver leaf.

A large painting of a young boy petting a Cocker Spaniel. Both the boy's and dog's eyes are painted black, but somehow still seem to follow whoever walks past it.

A pair of fluffy earmuffs made from the pelt of a lynx.

A fist-sized brass orb of interlinking whirling cogs.

A small wheel of cheese that was aged in a cave. The cheese cloth is covered in bat guano, but the label insists that it is good for you and adds to the interesting texture.

A set of child's toy tools made of cork. The set consists of a hammer, pry bar, screwdrivers, and a strip of measuring cloth.

A small, decorative pocket knife with a blunt blade made of mother of pearl. Although not functional, it is absolutely gorgeous.

A small metal cube that, when placed on a flat surface, will emit a cool and humidifying water vapor.

A thumb sized spherical glass globe that accurately displays the planet. The land is painted gold and the water is painted silver.

A palm sized replica of the world etched on a flat maple disk. The land is painted gold and the water is painted silver.

A gnome sized pair of spectacles. The glass lenses are in the shape of gears and each are stained in a different Bright Colors.

A padded carry bag containing a hanging set of carved oval bells and a pair of light wooden hammers. Knowledgeable PC's will recognize the musical instrument as a tocken, which is most common in underground cultures, where the resonant tones can carry.

A set of reusable, long, fake nails that are made of turquoise.

A perfectly preserved rabbit skull, encased in a glass cube.

A thumb sized, winged pig figurine made of black marble.

A black velvet bag containing six beef bullion cubes. When a cube is put into a large pot of boiling water, it becomes a hearty and delicious stew.

A raven's feather that is hot to the touch.

A leather wallet containing a full set of certified identification papers and licenses denoting that the bearer is legally allowed to cast magic anywhere in the local kingdom. The papers do stipulate that the bearer is fully responsible for the results of cast magic and that no spell can be woven that would violate an existing law. The section containing the bearer's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair colour) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A magically preserved orchid blossom that never withers, set atop a steel pin.

A wooden box containing a dozen thick candles made from a blend of rare wax from the giant bees of fabled Ind, mixed with the swear of scholars. When they burn, a musky odor rises from the flames.

A double-headed, skin, hand drum fitted with handles along its side.

An empty crystal phial that glows with a strange blue light.

A tall winged banner pole with hollowed-bone decorations that emit shrill, eerie shrieks when wind passes through them.

A slender silverwood wand covered with many lines of winding runes of ancient script.

A heavy granite flute of dwarven design.

A goat shaped idol, fashioned from the horn of the animal that it resembles.

A fist sized obsidian ball that offers a terrible glimpse into the Realm of Chaos, revealing fragments of the future in the swirling vortex of maddening energies.

A one gallon cask of Blood Wine brewed by the dark elves. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware the drink is called this because the vine the grapes come from is said to smell like congealed blood.

A white satin glove with no visible seams, that can be easily turned inside-out to wear on a left or right hand.

A candle flame that’s somehow been preserved and encased in a glass cube. The glass is always warm to the touch but never enough to burn. If the glass is shattered, the flame burns on it's own for a moment before extinguishing itself.

A strange ivory-graven rattle-drum shaped like an hourglass, whose discordant music is rumored to bring madness and death, when used during rites of dark magic.

A fanged humanoid skull covered with scrimshawed infernal writing.

A large and imposing hand fan, colored deep blue, and decorated with the image of waves.

A flute made of coarse unfinished bamboo, engraved around its circumference with unreadable sigils. A red silken cord is tied around it just below the mouthpiece. The instrument's songs are always soothing, resting the weary minds of those who listened to its melodious tones.

A pickled and dried human hand of a murderer, tightly clutching a tallow candle made from his fat, made with one of the murderer's hairs for a wick.

A deck of cards wrapped in a maroon velvet cloth and stored in a dark stained oak holding box, that features a simple yet elegant crest with the third eye motif of the divination school of magic.

A charred and withered hand of a long-dead witch wearing a manacle loosely clamped around the wrist connected to a second manacle, always swaying and sliding, however, it never falls through and cannot be pulled out.

A set of hunting knives that are in pristine condition except for the gnaw marks on the handles.

A twisted sacred icon of black metal, scorched and pitted as if by the heat of some great forge or furnace. Arcane symbols of power are etched into its surface, writhing around each other and intertwining as if alive. At the icon's apex is a single crystal eye, whose cold gaze constantly searches the area for enemies.

An attractive statuette depicting an androgynous figure standing with one arm covering the chest and the other covering the groin. Made from smooth jade, it is an exquisite piece of art, but an insightful PC can sense that there is more to this idol, something far more wicked than its appearance would suggest

A thick braid of dark mermaid hair entwined with kelp and sea shells that regularly drips salt water.

A white and blue porcelain doll that seems to be the smallest from a set of nesting dolls.

A glass doorknob taken from a haunted house, that occasionally lets out pained moaning noises.

A large glass jar filled with pumpkin seeds, one of which has sprouted.

A tall pole bearing a tattered banner consisting of crude stitching and daubed tribal markings. Knowledgeable PC’s can identify it as being orcish in origin and echoes of their bloodlust and aggression remain bound to its fabric.

A porcelain mortar and pestle decorated with a painted pattern of dancing faeries.

A small handwoven basket with a removable silk lining.

A perfectly preserved locust encased in a small glass cube. It's wings are fully spread and extended as if it was flying. A creature holding the dead insect is filled with a deep, primal hunger that can never be satisfied so long as the locust is carried.

A gnarled and ancient mage’s staff holding a rough gem that pulses with Randomly Colored light.

A simple brass bell that when rung, mimics the sound of a goat bleating.

A foul collar sized for a human or a huge dog that is studded with spikes on the inside and out. Made from interlinked pieces of iron and brass, the spikes are covered in old blood and bits of skin and hair.

A leather wallet containing a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a taxpaying citizen in good standing and a landowner and resident of the local kingdom. The section containing the citizen's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair colour) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A tiny sailing ship made of fine crystal inside a bottle with no clear way it got in there. It shimmers in the sunlight and radiates mysterious magic.

A glass flask with a loose paper label marked, “Captain's 'Special' Rum Cocktail”. It smells and tastes like a mix of Rum, ginger and honey. Exactly what makes it special, is not clear.

A fierce looking tribal mask that appears to be an exotic depiction of a lion with oversized teeth.

A bag of milky white marbles with long swirls of pale pinks, reds, blues, greens, and purples decorating them. Though not made from real pearls, they reflect light in a vaguely enchanting manner.

A statuette carved from white wood and splintered at the base. It depicts an aged man leaning forward and cupping an ear, as if listening intently for threats.

A small bag filled with assorted types of many-sided dice. Most of them are weighted to bring up high rolls frequently.

A deck of cards that feature intricate and often sexually explicit drawings to indicate suit and number. They have women, men, orcs, dwarfs, elves, kobolds....

A medium ceramic mug with an odd, almost organic looking shape, ostensibly fragile and unstable. Upon closer examination, the mug seems seems nigh indestructible, and when filled with liquid, stays perfectly upright on any surface, although it will move around.

A silver-like paintbrush with bone-white bristles ends on the other side with a small filament connected to a needle that must be pierced into the vein of its wielder. The paintbrush draws the blood out of the potential artist and channels it into an inner receptacle then into the bristle allowing the artist to easily paint in their own fresh blood or that of another.

A buffalo shaped stamp, made from the horn of the animal that it resembles.

A perfectly preserved, iridescent emerald green, praying mantis, encased in a small glass prism. It's reared back on it's hind legs and it's claws are extended, eternally frozen mid strike.

A bundle of minotaur skins tied together with strips of leather and wrapped in a protective oilskin case.

A well-made paperweight cast from brass. It has a tiny illusion spell that suspends an image of a proud, three masted warship sailing above it.

Seastone Chalice: A two-handled drinking cup is wrought from some sort of pale blue-green material and inlaid with gold. The outside is rimmed with salt crystals which regenerate when brushed away, but these don't seem to affect the chalice itself. When water is placed into the cup, it is instantly rendered salty and undrinkable. In addition, the cup produces deafening sounds of surf until it is emptied. Non-water beverages, such as alcohol, milk, juice, etc. are unaffected.

A used and bloodstained crossbow bolt, encased in a glass rectangle. It’s probably a war trophy of some sort and realistically should be mounted on some sort of plaque denoting the bolt's significance.

330 notes · View notes

anapedias · 2 years

Text

How To Wrap Something Round $$

Or anything cylindrical, round, or oddly shaped, really. How to wrap text to the inside of a shape in photoshop.

How to Wrap a Present that's Circular or Round The

Gather the top and bottom corners together and tie them securely in a knot on top of the object.

How to wrap something round. What’s the best way to wrap a round candy? Start wrapping the crepe paper around your first gift item. Bags, tubing, and centerfold film are the most popular options.

We have discovered that the best way to deal with a round object is to not trea. For an amateur 3d designer, how to wrap something around another thing is one of those questions that you know must have an answer but seems impossible to figure out. Set the gift face side down on your wrapping paper (which should be cut so that two opposing sides can meet with some excess) crimp over one edge so it's clean.

There are two ways that you can warp an image. Spread out a colored table cloth on a flat surface and place the toy in the very center. Be sure to tape only where the body of your gift is so that it’s easy to pleat and open up the ends if you need to.

The simple trick to wrap rounded gifts easily 🎁 #learnontiktok #tiktokpartner #giftwrapping How do you wrap a round object in wrapping paper? First, you can use a shape in the warp style menu.

It's time to wrap that dreaded round object, the arch nemesis of the wrapper! Seal open ends with a heat sealer. Wrap the paper around the gift to form a tube.

Trace top and bottom of the candle and cut out two circles. Explore the latest videos from hashtags: Overlap the paper and tape it in place.

To start, create the shape you want your text to fit inside. Wrap a large toy in a plastic tablecloth for a pop of color. Discover short videos related to wrapping something circular on tiktok.

Wrap circular gift | measure + cut | cut several strips + fold down |. Use a heat gun or heat tunnel to shrink and conform the material to the product. To start out my surprise ball, i chose to wrap the final gift (the helmet) in some gold paper, so my daughter had something to open at the end of the surprise ball.

Wrap your round gift and where the paper overlaps, add double sided sticky tape on the inside and secure to the other end. Don’t panic, there’s an easy way to do it! It comes up so often, in fact, that we’re going to devote all of this week’s tutorial tuesday to answering it using the grasshopper plugin that comes with the 3d modeling.

Repeat step 3 on the other end. Impulse sealers, i bar sealers, and l bar sealers are the most popular options. To wrap a round object with flat ends, like a cookie tin or a tall cylinder, place the object in the center of your wrapping paper and pull the short ends of the paper over the curved sides.

Pinch one end of the tube flat, fold it over, then fold again to hide the paper’s edge. A triangle of foil is a good shape for wrapping a. The simple trick to wrap rounded gifts easily 🎁 #learnontiktok #tiktokpartner #giftwrapping

Wrapping round items (like one bottle) lay the cloth out in a diamond shape on a flat surface and place the object upright in the middle. Warping items in photoshop allows you to wrap an image or text around an object without making the image look distorted. The third way you can wrap text in photoshop is by placing the entire body of text within a shape.

This method is one of the easiest ways to wrap text and doesn’t require much manual effort. Watch popular content from the following creators: How to wrap a round gift 🎁 | cut the paper to fit around the gift + half top + bottom | fold top + bottom areas |.

How to wrap clothes in wrapping paper how do you wrap something round? How to wrap an image around an item in photoshop. Second, you can change the path of individual control points on an image.

Tiktok video from raven (@quotetheraven2): Then fold both to meet the center, crimped edge on top. Gather up all of the edges of the table cloth and pile them on top of the toy.

Thread a ribbon through the holes. But from the base, the cells divide upward/outward creating new growth. So any part that may have wrapped or curled around something will stay put because it’s done growing.

How to wrap a candle. Tracie garrett(@beeandblooms), raven(@quotetheraven2), jessica haizman | home tips(@jessicahaizman), tracie garrett(@beeandblooms), lennia “folding queen 👑”(@lenniamc). Basically, the base of the stem is older than the tip, as i’m sure you know.

Having something to curl around is, of course, just a matter of chance. Measure enough cellophane to completely wrap around the container. Place the container in the middle, and pull the cellophane up on either side.

Take the two remaining corners and wrap them around the bottle so that they cross over the back and end at the. How to wrap a round gift 🎁 | cut the paper to fit around the gift + half top + bottom | fold top + bottom areas |. Clear a large work area and pull out a long length of cellophane from the roll.

Wrap up the excess table cloth with a ribbon and tie it in a bow for a securely wrapped toy.

#wallpaper #wrap

0 notes

apelafas-blog · 7 years

Text

Coolest Place on Earth? 🌏 Day 7 & 8

Today we journeyed through the gorges of Karijini National Park. With in these gorges you can find water holes and waterfalls with the clearest freshwater you could think of. The first place we went to was an easy hike and very accessible to most people. It was fairly busy but we still enjoyed the moment. We went to dales gorge and circular pool, also making a trip to the fern pool which was right next to it. I decided to head to the fern the pool first because it was further into the gorge and then I would make my way back to the waterhole at dales gorge because we were given time on our own this day to choose where we wanted to go. When I arrived to the fern pool everyone kept pointing up into a tree that was hanging over the spot everyone was getting in the water. Hanging out in the tree was a python trying to catch some food. I was more amused with the food the python was trying to catch. In the tree were hundreds of bats, but I'm not talking about the tiny little bats we have back in central Illinois, I'm talking about a very large bag with a bout a 2 foot wingspan. 🦇 <-- (looked like that)This is like something you would see on TV or National Geographic. When they were jumped out of the tree and fly around my eyes grew large because I did not believe the size of the bat I was looking at. It looked to me like a teacup pig with wings ha ha. Even though a snake and bats were hanging around the water, the water was crystal clear and if you swim about 30 m you could sit under a waterfall, so I hopped right in. Underneath the waterfall was beautiful green moss and plants growing everywhere and it was awesome because everything was natural. I hung out under the waterfall with some random people and then took a dive off the cliff into the water and swim back to shore to check out the next water hole. On my way to the next waterhole I had a great conversation with a random guy about fitness and bodybuilding and the beautiful gorges of Australia. We then split when I made it to the next waterhole as I went straight for the water because I also saw my friends and tour guide in the clear water near the waterfall. We went for a swim and then laid out on the rocks around the water and basked in the sun like we were cold blooded reptiles. Nothing like soaking in those Australian rays. ☀️ After hanging out for a while we made our way to the next water hole which included hiking on a class four trail through the gorge. This consisted of climbing up the big rocks, climbing down ladders, down a very steep gorge, and crossing rivers. We had an elder Guy in the group who I was very happy to help get up a couple rocks because I did not want to see him miss out on what we were about to see next. Finally when we got to the bottom of the gorge there was another large beautiful water hole with rock surrounding it. I had been really craving doing a cliff dive from a high cliff into water. This had a jump that was about 7 to 10 feet into the water and that would have to do. Before I made that jump I just sat on the rock while water landed on my back and I looked up around me at all the beautiful red rock surrounding the waterhole. Yet another moment where I couldn't believe I was actually in the depths of Australia. After a good night of rest it was time to take on some serious gorges the next day. When we got on the bus in the morning we saw some clouds, which is not a good thing because rain means you have to evacuate the gorge immediately because of flash flood's. Instead of rain we just had overcast the entire day which was great because it kept the very hot sun away from us. I will go in depth about each gorge, but we were the first group in over a year who experienced three gorges in one day, our tour guide told us. Couple people in the group stayed back because they didn't think they would be able to make it down some of the rocks or through some of the gorges, I think that was a good idea because these were very difficult and very dangerous, but so worth it in the end. The first gorge we went to on this day we walked down to the very bottom and our tour guide told us it's time to get wet. People didn't understand that we would be walking through waist deep water on this first gorge. When he entered the water and no one followed I decided to be the first to go in. Being the curious and courageous individual I sometimes am, I walked straight into the water until it was waist deep while I still had my backpack on because I had my go Pro camera in it to take videos. After walking about 30 yards and waist deep water and shimmying on the side of the gorge through water that would have been chest deep if I kept walking in it, we made it to the other side to some flat land so we could keep going on our adventure to the waterhole. When I got to the other side I checked my backpack to make sure my go Pro camera waterproof case was on. What I forgot about was my wallet, my phone, my passport, and my canon expensive camera were in my bag as well. Luckily, they were barely wet at all and I had a garbage bag in my back pack. I immediately felt like an idiot for forgetting I had that stuff in my bag, but I wrapped it up in the garbage bag in was good to go the rest of the way. On our way to the waterhole we had to walk through more deep water and there was one tiny water hole where our tour guide had to fight off a very poisonous snake in the corner while the rest of us got through to the other side. When this was happening we were in a canyon like rock formation where rock was on both sides of us and we only had about 4 feet between each Rockwall, so it was like walking down a hallway of rock. After the water with the snake we arrive to the big water hole and our final destination, but to get to the waterhole you had to hold onto a railing and walk backwards through a waterfall to get down to dryland. This was so dangerous walking on wet slick rocks while only being able to hold onto a metal pole to get down to more slick rocks and slide over to the nearest dry rock so you have traction and can walk. Once we got there it was great we are at the bottom of the gorge with large rocks surrounding us a small little waterfall falling down into the water hole with beautiful clear water. While we were down in the hole a lady by herself was trying to calm down the rocks and slipped, but last-second got a hold of the metal pole. She decided to go back up and not come down and that was the last I saw of her. It was probably a good idea for her to not come down. After we spent our time in the waterhole it was time to go back up the wet rocks and head to our next gorge. Just after we made it back up the slick waterfall we saw three guys passing us who didn't really look like they were taking the gorge seriously. I was at the back of the group and everyone was heading back through the water where the snake was while I was at the back near the slick waterfall. One of the guys overestimated his ability to walk on what rocks and all I heard was "Thud thud" splash ... and a scream. The guy fell all the way down onto hard rocks and into the water, which was probably a 12 foot drop. Luckily he was just scraped up, he was so lucky he did not die right on the spot. Our next gorge was even cooler because we had to walk through more shoulder deep water, swim through the bottom of gorges where you had more hallways of rock on both side of you, and find your way through small tunnels of slick rocks to get to a beautiful water hole. Once we finally got there we hung out at the waterhole for about an hour. We were lucky that it was just us there and maybe two other people so we had time to relax because it is normally a busy spot. I just felt this was the coolest thing ever because you had to hold onto the side of the gorge while walking on tiny rocks fairly wide enough to fit your feet on them where if you slip, you can fall 5 to 10 feet into water or hard rocks. Also swimming through those gorges where the rock was on both sides of me was just amazing. It's so beautiful it's hard to explain or capture. After a quick lunch it was time to check out our third and final gorge of the day. This gorge was pretty easy to get down, and it had a very large watering hole with a very large waterfall down into it. It was a very relaxing spot in the water was pretty cool unlike the other places we had been. I really wish I could think of words to explain how beautiful this place was but it is hard. Imagine sitting at the bottom of a toilet bowl, but the toilet water is fresh water and the entire toilet bowl is the red rock as high as you can see, and then straight above you is blue sky with white clouds that look like cotton candy... simply amazing

#australia

1 note · View note