#i actually count Sunny as like The Doll that got me into collecting

[spookberry]

overwhelmed with love for Sunny Madison so i had to draw her 6 times

#i actually count Sunny as like The Doll that got me into collecting #like i adore my sunny dolls so much i want like 500 of her i stg #also i love that she's an animator SO much shes so me #rainbow high #sunny madison #my art #fanart

[amphtaminedreams]

Sitting Front Row at...(On a Budget Obvs): Lookbook no.15

Hey to anyone reading!

And welcome to my fave lookbook I’ve done in a longggg ass time! Yes, that’s partially because it involved making collages and doing the low effort work of scouring Vogue Runway for “research purposes”, but I promise, that statement wasn’t made out of COMPLETE laziness-I am super happy with it too. It’s been a good use of pre-part-lockdown-lift time in the interim between that brief period of Christmas celebrations and eateries finally fucking opening again because let’s be honest, I always knew I was gonna get distracted by oat milk vanilla lattes and veggie all day breakfasts once I could actually sit down with them at my fave local cafe. You could say I was very much operating on a self-imposed deadline.

The “what I would wear to sit front row at...[insert designer here]” TikTok/Instagram reel trend was something I wanted to get on board with ever since I first saw one and whilst the option of doing my own live action take-I really cannot bear the thought of having to edit footage of myself awkwardly attempting to sit nonchalantly in front of a camera for hours on end-was off the cards considering my complete lack of screen presence, I decided a Tumblr text post would work just as well, and if not even better in a way. Given the absence of the time limitations you face when you’re making a reel or a TikTok I thought it’d be cool to present the looks as part of a mini moodboard for each designer which adds a bit of context to each look even if you aren’t familiar with their past collections and establishes the general vibe of the brand I’m attempting to replicate. Not to sound snotty or as if I am the font of all knowledge on anything high fashion related but even with my amateur knowledge I noticed that as the video trend took off and was adopted by big name influencers, it became less about the average person putting their own personal spin on the aesthetic of the labels we can’t ordinarily afford and more about them building outfits that only vaguely resemble the general public perception of the brand around the real corresponding (and often gifted and thus inaccessible to someone who doesn’t makes thousands for a sponsored post) pieces they own SO I thought I’d take the trend back to its roots and get a bit resourceful. All that being said, in no particular order, here are the outfits I would wear to sit front row at Gucci, Vera Wang, Miu-Miu, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Brock Collection, Alexander McQueen, Etro, Burberry aaaand Saint Laurent based on their past collections and guess what? They didn’t cost a shit tonne of money :-)

-disclaimer: will include an asterisk before any new purchases if from a high street store though to be honest, I don’t think there are any, we shall see! I do include where I got old purchases from in case anyone wants to search anything on Depop/Ebay-

1. Saint Laurent (formerly Yves Saint Laurent)

-blazer from identityparty on Depop, pleather trousers from Zara, jewellery from Dolls Kill-

I know technically abbreviating Saint Laurent to YSL doesn’t really make much sense anymore given the brand’s name change in 2012, but I’ll always think of it as that in the same way I’ll always associate it with the slightly dishevelled yet simultaneously glitzy rock n’ roll aesthetic. The thing is, whilst YSL hasn’t done anything wildly out of the box for a long time, it’s rare they put a look on the runway that I wouldn’t wear; they never end up being a fashion week standout but the Parisienne take on grunge we’ve seen Anthony Vaccarello establish as his go-to will always have a place in my heart. 

2. Alexander McQueen

-embroidered leather jacket from Ebay (originally Topshop), harness from Amazon, dress from ASOS, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

Alexander McQueen is a brand that is pretty much universally liked, from the historically extravagant and groundbreaking shows the man himself put together to Sarah Burton’s more toned down but still beautiful collections. Obviously I didn’t attempt to do justice to the former, so I tried my hand at putting together a look inspired by Sarah’s blend of delicate femininity and nomadic edge, and it went...okay? Like it’s definitely not my favourite of all the looks because it does give off slightly cheap copycat vibes buuut outside of the context of this lookbook it’s cute.

3. Brock Collection

-boater hat from Ebay, midi skirt from morganogle on Depop, corset top from ownmode_, heels from amybeckett1, bag from Primark-

Brock isn’t as well known a brand as most of the others in this list but I adore everything Laura Vassar Brock does and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try and channel the vision of one of the OG pioneers of the cottagecore vibe through my own wardrobe. I mean fr, this woman’s work as a steady provider of meadow photoshoot worthy dresses and corsets and skirts is v slept on and I will not stand for it. I will sit in front of a camera and then write a paragraph in my blog post begging anybody who reads to give LVB (an abbreviation I acknowledge is unlikely to catch on because Lisa Vanderpump anybody?) some form of acknowledgement for her services to period romance novel inspired moodboards everywhere.

4. Marc Jacobs

-coat from House of Sunny, white shirt from Retro World Camden, co-ord from Sugar Thrillz, bag from Poppy Lissiman-

If there’s one thing Marc Jacobs always does, it’s COMMITS. TO. HIS. THEME. I just KNOW he has a secret Pinterest with separate boards for every fashion era of the 20th century and he is putting those boards to good use providing us with collections that are as immersive as they are eclectic year in year out. 

5. Miu Miu

-beret from H&M, hair clips from H&M, jewellery from Primark, coat from mollyyemmaa on Depop, shirt from YesStyle, sweater vest from YesStyle, skirt from Depop, diamanté belt from Brandy Melville, shoes from Koi Vegan Footwear-

We all like to talk about Bratz dolls and Monster High dolls and Barbies as fashion inspo but can we all focus on Cabbage Patch dolls for two secs so as to acknowledge the fact that a Miu Miu collection is basically all their fits grown up? And made boujie as fuck? If I want my fix of Wes Anderson meets Scream Queens (what a combo) inspired outfits, if I want prissy and girlish but also glam, if I want to look like a bratty rich girl whose one redeeming quality is her eye for vintage clothes, I know where to look and that is the Miu Miu section of Vogue Runway. 

6. Vera Wang

-blazer as in no.1, velvet bralet from catdegaris on Depop, harness from Amazon, skirt from Ebay, knee high socks from Ebay, lace up boots from Ebay-

Vera Wang’s RTW aesthetic, a blend of the ethereal, ultra-feminine bridal designs she’s known for and British style punk rock influences, is something I feel has only become firmly established in recent years but it is everything I ever wanted and more. I always find myself trying to balance the part of me that loves everything girly and delicate and pretty and the part of me that would love to be in a biker gang and Vera’s collections are always an inspirational reminder of just how well it can be done.

7. Burberry

-coat from charity shop, suit from emmafisher3 on Depop, top from simranindia, shirt underneath from Zara, jewellery from ASOS-

Now I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Burberry but there have been a few looks over the past few years I’ve really liked and as someone who owns numerous trench coats, high necks and way too much plaid, I thought it’d be an easy one to replicate. Plus, if you can count on Riccardo Tisci for nothing else you at least can rely on him giving you some layering inspo which is very much needed in a country where it literally just snowed in April and where my plans for today have just been cancelled because the iPhone weather app did a Karen Smith and didn’t predict rain for today right up until it started raining so thanks for that one British meteorologists. Your incompetence strikes again.

8. Etro

-corset from Urban Outfitters, vinyl trench coat from Topshop, boots from Ebay, black slip dress from kaoanaoleinik on Depop, fur trim afghan coat from louisemarcella-

Like with Brock Collection, Etro isn’t a hugely well known brand, but it is always one of my favourites-to add a spanner into the works of any attempts to cultivate a firm sense of personal style, I live for the ornate Bohemian look that Etro does so well just as much as I love both grungy and girly pieces, and so I really wanted to include a brand whose collections go down that route. It was a toss-up between this and Zimmerman, the flirtier, free spirit counterpart to the dark romance of Veronica Etro’s designs; her vision really shines through the most when it comes to the brand’s winter collections, imo, and given that I live in a country where winter or some weather state resembling it does seem to take up 70% of the year, I did decide on channelling her work rather than that of the equally talented Nicky and Simone Zimmermann this time round.

9. Dolce & Gabbana

-flower crown from ASOS, tiara from Amazon, earrings from YesStyle, dress from alicealderdice1 on Depop, opera gloves from Ebay, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

D&G is a brand I felt really conflicted about doing-I don’t include their current collections in my fashion week reviews based on the actions of designers Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce over the last few years because I don’t want to mitigate the collective effort of fashion critics to push them towards irrelevancy. Though people like to claim the brand has turned a corner since Lucio Di Rosa was brought on board as the manager of celebrity and VIP relations last year (they are as prolific a force on red carpet fashion as ever), we haven’t seen any real meaningful apologies or reparations made by Dolce and Gabbana themselves which once again leaves us in the all too familiar quandary of whether or not we can separate the art from the artist especially when it is far too much of a simplification to only credit the two men for their work given there’s a whole design team behind them. There are a LOT of shitty people working in fashion, the whole industry is a bit of a cesspit if we’re honest, but I don’t think that should stop us from at least being able to appreciate old collections if we make sure we aren’t engaging in any kind of promotion of current works whilst doing so. D&G are a brand of high highs and low lows, with looks that range from hideously ugly to showstoppingly beautiful in a single show-when the looks are good, they are GOOD-and their presence in the fashion world is most definitely felt whether we want it to be or not. It would just be shit to refuse to recognise the existence of some real iconic runway moments, the practical work that went into the ornate detail and opulence that helped cement D&Gs place in sartorial history, the styling that’s made goddesses and fairytale queens out of modern day women as they’ve glided down catwalks, the far more extravagant and, let’s be real, sexier version of our world D&G shows have transported us to in the past. Will I talk about D&G ever again? No, and if you Google the scandals their brand has faced over the past few years, there are more than enough reasons why, but just this once I did want to pay homage to some of the collections, the snippets of which I saw on my Tumblr dashboard back when I was about 13, that first got me into fashion.

10. Gucci

-fur coat from Topshop, clips from Zaful, glasses from Ebay, dress from gracewright246 on Depop, shirt from Boohoo, blazer from charity shop-

Now last but, if you ever read any of my fashion week reviews (the likelihood of someone actually having read one of them and reading this is incredibly, incredibly slim lol, I wouldn’t read me either) you’ll know, definitely not least, is Gucci because Alessandro Michele comes through every!! single!! time!!

The man is truly the king of quirky throwback maximalism and it hurts my heart that a lot of people seem to think of it only as a brand associated with ostentatious displays of wealth. Year after year since Michele was made creative director he has released purposeful, fully-fleshed out collections which unravel themselves to us on the runway like time capsules containing the belongings of the rich and whimsical and yes that can sometimes result in outfits which are *ahem* a bit mismatched but it doesn’t matter because through fashion he manages to take us to a vivid version of the past where people could dress as freely and lavishly as they wanted to, into the wardrobe of a person unaffected by the side-eyeing of others. You get the impression he doesn’t design so much as plays around with some kind of enchanted dress up box and takes inspiration from there and to give that impression is only a credit to his talent-to make outfits so kooky and extravagant look like they were meant to be takes a boldness and genuine love for clothes that I do tend to feel a lot of the big name designers have lost in the pursuit of profit and the necessary placating of the dying customer base that keeps that coming in. Of course I'm not for a second saying Gucci does not care about profit, but at the very least, they have on board a creative director who genuinely has fun with what they’re putting out there and wants to make a statement too and that really shows; you can rest on your laurels and sell tweed boucle jackets to rich old white women for eternity but nobody’s going to mention your brand name and the word groundbreaking in the same sentence ever again unless they’re talking about what it was a century ago, you know (mentioning no names...unless...did I hear someone say Chanel)? That feels like such a shady way to end, lol, but I’m sure said brand will survive-to be fair, they’ve been included in every other What I’d Wear to Sit Front Row At video I’ve seen so although I’m always slagging them off for doing the saaaaame thinggggg year after year, for that same reason their aesthetic is instantly recognisable and so will always be a source of imitation. There are obviously pros and cons to being a brand which constantly reinvents itself but I think it’s totally possible to do that whilst maintaining an overall mission, and Alessandro Michele’s work at Gucci demonstrates that with ease.

Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading! I know I’m super behind on this whole TikTok trend and I know a Tumblr post instead of a video is a bit of a cop out but all the real, physically awkward ones out there know that watching yourself back is excruciating lmao, so I hope this does the trick. After this, I’m gonna get back to the reviewing S/S21 collections post though knowing me I’ll probs take a few days to get back into that because I feel like since I left full-time education (RIP me going back in a few months) writing continuously like this for any longer than about 15 mins fries what brain cells I have left. Again, thank you for reading and if you are, sending many good vibes your way! Stay safe!

Lauren x

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[boyfriend-cal]

Walk Me Home - Calum Hood

description: the cliche ‘pretend to be my boyfriend’ thing bc I love cliches, and just a heads up it’s very cheesy

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special thank you to @moonchildsblack, @sunny-sos, & @heartbreak-5sos for encouraging me!! 

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She’d been sitting at a booth in the crowded bar for an hour now, maybe more. Her friends had gone to the dance floor, and as usual, she took the ‘seat saver’ job to watch everyone’s drinks and belongings. It was okay, she didn’t mind. She never cared.

Actually, tonight, in particular, it was okay because she had found something to keep her occupied. Or someone. He was sitting on one of the barstools, his elbows resting on the counter, and the stool was at an angle beneath him, so not all four legs were touching the ground. He was calm, cool, collected. Even as he turned to discuss another drink with the bartender, he kept his balance.

His hair was dark and curly, a little longer in the front than it was on the sides. Thick chains hung from his neck, and a smaller one was wrapped around his wrist. It didn’t look like he’d been checking out any of the girls on the floor, he’d been engrossed in a conversation with the messy-haired blonde next to him. At least, she thought his hair was blonde, most of it was covered in a hat turned backward.

They were talking so intently that she’d really only seen half of the curly haired ones face, but she wanted to see the rest. She spent about thirty minutes hoping someone on the dance floor would catch his eye so he’d be forced to look forward or even in her direction. It’s a surprise he never felt her stare. And she hadn’t meant to stare, but seeing the way his eyes trained on his friends face and how his eyebrows knitted in pure concentration was almost captivating. She couldn’t look away but also didn’t want to.

All of her attention was focused on this one guy, someone she’d never met or talked to. It was truly a moment when she let her guard down, so she hadn’t noticed the guy that slipped into the other side of the circular booth and scooted to right next to her. Not until his arm was resting around her shoulders. She nearly jumped out of her skin, immediately scooting away from him and tearing her eyes from the mysterious, beautiful boy.

“What’s got you so scared, darling? I wouldn’t hurt a fly.” The unwelcomed man says, his breath reeks of alcohol, and she’s pretty sure half of what he drank never made it to his mouth because his shirt is soaking wet, stuck to his skin. His accent seems very southern, so she gathers that he’s most likely not from this area.

He scoots closer to make up the distance she had made between them, and that’s when she notices it. His fingers have a small amount of white powdered residue on them, and they were just touching the rim of her glass. Had he slipped something into all of the drinks at the table while she was being stupid and staring at the other guy? She had no idea, but it definitely scared her, and she didn’t want to find out.

Her eyes immediately went to the crowd, but of course, none of her friends were visible from where she’d been sitting. It was like them actually, to disappear, but they hadn’t stranded her alone since about a month ago when one of them got hurt trying to move to another bar a couple blocks down. She was the only one sober enough to help, but they hadn’t realized she hadn’t followed when they left.

Now that the dirty, smelly man is close to her again, she feels bile rising in her throat. If he pushes her anymore, she’ll fall out of the booth. That might be just what she needs, but now his arm is around her waist and trying to pull her closer. She wants nothing more than to scream, yell, or cry, but her voice has left her at this moment.

“I heard the unisex bathroom is pretty spacious, what do you say to a quickie?” His breath is hot on her neck, and as soon as she thinks he’s going to kiss her, she jumps away, out of the booth. He’s so drunk that he falls from the lack of her to hold him up. She knows she only has about thirty seconds before he regains his composure and realizes what’s happened. She glances at the crowd, sure, maybe she could hide among bodies, but what if he wasn’t the only one? What if he had drugged all of their drinks and his friends were just waiting on her friends to return to their table?

Her next option was risky, but it was all she had at the moment.

Before she thought about it anymore, her feet walked her right up to the dark-haired stranger. She used her foot to push the floating legs of his stool down, meaning their bodies were in too close proximity for ordinary strangers.

“Please pretend you know me or something until that guy leaves my table.” Her words are a little bit rushed, his hands are now on her hips because he needed something to keep him from falling when she grounded his stool.

His eyes flick from her wide and slightly frazzled ones back to her table, the guy still hadn’t left but was staring them down intently. She was praying to any God she knew of to let him go with it and not push her away. He could tell she was scared, and there wasn’t any part of him that hesitated his next actions.

“I’m going to lift you, so you’re sitting on my lap because he doesn’t look like he’s going away any time soon.” His voice is low, and even though he leaned in to whisper in her ear, she has a little bit of fear that the other man will see right through them and know it’s an act.

He waits for her small nod before he easily lifts her to one of his knees, wrapping both arms around her waist to keep her in one place. She doesn’t dare look back at her table. Her wallet is still sitting there, as well as all of her friends’ things.

“I think he slipped something in the drinks at the table. I usually keep watch while my friends dance, but I had been distracted, and he snuck up on me.”

Her hands shake as she fiddles with them in her lap, and he notices. This girl is clearly afraid of the man, and he has to find a way to make this easier for her.

“Michael, tell the bartender that those drinks need to be picked up and then go get all of her friends' things.” His head is turned to the side as he talks to the guy he’d been in a conversation with before. Michael.

“Okay, my name is Calum. Put one hand here,” He gently takes one of her hands and lays it on his shoulder, but her palm is resting on his collarbone, “And then lean your head on my other shoulder. We’ve got to put on a show for him, love. Don’t worry about all of the wallets or about him. We’ve got this.”

The way he called her a silly pet name sent chills down her spine. Before she leaned her head against his chest, she paused to take a good look at him. His eyebrows were bushy but still kept neat. His lips were full, but her mind isn’t anywhere near thinking about kissing him at this moment. His eyes were a beautiful brown color, even in the terrible lighting of this place, she could imagine them shining like honey when the sun hits them.

He noticed the pause. Just like he’d noticed her staring earlier, but he wasn’t going to say anything. Michael had actually been giving him details about what she’d looked like or if she was with anyone since he didn’t want to look at her and potentially make things awkward. Now that she’s up close, he realizes that Michael is shit at explaining things because she’s way more beautiful than he’d let on. Calum shakes off the thought, now isn’t the time for that. She needs help, she needs to calm down, not to think about if she’d want to go home with him or not.

The girl took a deep breath as she finally leaned into him, and he felt her muscles relax just a little bit. Silently, Calum watched as Michael walked over to the table, and the man started chatting to him as well. Michael was clearly annoyed with him, but the man didn’t seem to notice that he was picking up various wallets and purses as they had a short conversation.

“I think I need to go home. I’m going to be sick if I think about him trying to hit on me anymore.” She says softly, her breath gently tickles his neck, and he clenches his jaw. If his head had been turned the other way, he wouldn’t have heard her.

“Just a few more minutes, doll. We’re going to have that guy thrown out of here.”

She’s surprised by the warmth and comfort she feels just from hearing his voice. It almost makes her scoff at herself, but she blames it on being scared for her life just a few minutes ago. He hadn’t said, “You’re going to be okay,” over and over again, but it felt like he had. For some crazy reason, she believed she would be if he stayed near.

“Tell your friend that he can give the purses and things to the bartender. If my friends see that I’m gone, they’ll know to ask behind the bar.”

Right after she says that a girl approaches Michael and the drunk. Michael has his hands full with things that don’t belong to him, and she’s obviously not very happy about it. She flicks her waist-length hair out of her face before she angrily points to all of the bags in his hand. He stutters for only a couple of seconds before he looks to Calum and the girl on his lap, who’s heart rate hasn’t decreased any since they’ve been sitting so close. Calum feels his heartbeat picking up as well. If she girl acts like she doesn’t know who he is, their cover could be blown. For a split second, he’s worried, but then he remembers that the guy is shitfaced when he tries to pick up the very drink that he drugged not too long ago.

The angry girls' eyes soften as soon as she spots Calum, and she immediately heads in their direction.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Y/N picking up her head almost knocks against Calum’s chin, but he quickly turns his head in anticipation of her movement. Her eyes are still wide and full of worry. Calum feels terrible for thinking she looks pretty anyway.

“Yeah, but I think I’m ready to go home. I know it’s just after midnight, and we usually stay longer, but you guys don’t have to leave yet. I’ll be okay on my own.” She says it a little bit slow like she doesn’t entirely believe that and Calum knows he doesn’t. There’s not a chance he’s letting her get home alone in her state.

“I could make sure you get there if you want. I was going to leave soon anyway.” The lie slips off his lips effortlessly, and Y/N immediately snaps her eyes to his.

“I’ll just go ask if any of the girls are ready, Y/N. I’m sure Sam is, she’s always ready to go home.” Her friend speaks up before she gets a chance to, and Calum is a bit aggravated.

“No, seriously. She asked me for help, and I want to make sure she gets home. They’re about to kick that guy out anyway,” He nods over to the booth, and now two bouncers have approached to escort him out. “Even if someone went with her, I have a better chance of keeping him away.”

Y/N’s fiery-eyed friend stares him down for a moment or two, and he’s never felt belittled by anyone who’s never said anything to him until now.

“If she feels comfortable, then I guess. But Y/N, you better call me when you get home.”

Y/N nods, and before Calum can blink, she’s off of his lap and adjusting her skirt while still standing between his legs.

“Walk me home?” She says, just as the guy is led passed the three of them with each arm being held by men almost twice his size. Calum smiles a little, knowing that he’d heard what she said. He’s almost too caught up in that to notice that she’s holding her hand out to his.

“Of course.” He flashes a smile at her, and she’s never thought that someone’s teeth could be pretty, until now.

Calum’s hand is warm when it grabs hers. Y/N is the one who makes the moves to intertwine their fingers, but he doesn’t say anything. Michael approaches just as they’re about to start walking. “Oh! Right, my wallet. Thank you, Michael.”

When she says Michaels name, Calum can’t help but wonder what it would sound like for her to say his. Finally, they head for the door, and neither of them has ever appreciated the crisp, winter air more than they did tonight. It felt like a breath of fresh air, and a lot of Y/N’s precious worries seemed to disappear.

“So do you want to call an Uber or Lyft?” Calum stops when they get to the corner of the building.

“Hm... which direction do you live?” Her fingers tap against her chin, gingerly.

“That way.” He points to the right, and she smiles.

“Me too. It’s about a fifteen-minute walk though, if you’re okay with that.” For a second he sees something that looks kind of like doubt flash through her eyes but then they brighten again like the sky after a storm.

“Sounds good to me.” He shrugs, he doesn’t know how she’s feeling now. When she was close enough for him to feel her heartbeat, he could gain a little bit about her nervousness. Now, he has to try and decide if their hands clasped together are clammy because she’s still a little bit weary or if it’s because he generally runs hot and maybe it’s making her hand sweat.

“Oh, we don’t have to hold hands anymore. I think the guy is good and gone.” Y/N starts to pull her hand away, but before she can separate their fingers, he holds tighter.

“Wouldn’t want your hands to get cold on a night like this, right?”

Her eyes follow from their joined hands, up his arms (that have tattoos peeking out from his 3/4 sleeved shirt), and then to his face where he wears a playful smirk.

“I guess that’d be a little bit uncomfortable, so... you’re right.” She smiles back, and her heart picks up again, but this time it’s because he’s sweet and has a certain charm to him that she loves.

The rest of the walk is filled with quick quips and harmless flirting. They both wish that her house was a little bit further away. Calum had a decision to make, he could let her go inside and never see her again, or he could try to make a move and see where it goes. He didn’t want to overstep the boundaries, as she had been almost assaulted just an hour earlier.

He’s so in his head that he doesn’t realize she stopped walking. He turns around, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, but she just laughs.

“Got something on your mind?”

This was a make it or break it moment for him. He felt like he needed to take the risk because she was wonderful. She was sweet and kind, and it felt like everything he’d ever hoped for. Which was strange, Calum didn’t typically do this. He never wanted to know more about girls he met at a bar, but tonight he did.

Calum closes the distance between them, softly placing his hands on her hips but not pulling her against him. Her eyes don’t widen with fear, and he takes it as a good sign.

“I might be crossing a line here, considering everything that happened to you tonight but I’d really like to kiss you.”

He’s looking straight into her eyes, and she feels like he can read everything she’s been thinking all night long. She’d wanted to go home with him before all of this happened. She’d hoped he’d make a move because she would never have the courage to do it. It almost makes her giggle, no one had ever asked to kiss her before, but she decides that it shows his character.

“I’d like that too.”

Less than ten seconds after the words slip out of her mouth, he dips his head, so they’re face to face. This time she’s the one that closes the gap, pressing their lips together in a soft, but sweet kiss. For both of them, it’s the first time they’ve ever felt the fireworks people talk about. The electricity of some sort. The fire.

They’re both a little breathless when they pull away. Still reeling.

“How about we go for a late breakfast in the morning? I live about twenty minutes from here, so I could just come back at whatever time you��d like.” Calum says quietly. She shakes her head, and his heart drops in defeat. How could they have a kiss like that and then not ever see each other again?

“Don’t be silly, you can just stay the night.” She smirks at him, and the playful atmosphere they’d been surrounded by on their walk home was back. She knows what she’s done. Y/N pats his chest a couple of times before leaving him at the foot of the stairs of the townhouse she lives in. His mouth is hung open a little bit, completely shocked.

“Come on, Calum, I’m on the third floor, and the elevator is broken. Catch up.” She giggles this time, pushing the door open and waiting for him to actually move. Despite feeling high just from hearing her laugh, he picks his feet up and meets her at the door.

He’s always heard guys at weddings say their bride is their bride because he knew from the moment he saw her that he wanted to marry her. He could’ve been overly dramatic, but as a hopeless romantic at heart, he hoped that was the case with Y/N.

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[eerythingisshaka]

Play Though? Pt. 3

[Dad!M’Baku x Black!OC]

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Remi stands there with her mouth gaped wide open, praying that what she was seeing before her is an illusion, a mirage.

“Daddy!”  Xavier calls out happily running to hug his legs.  

Ron bends down with a fist out.  “Yeah, gimme some bud.”  

Xavier hauls a punch on Ron’s knuckles who feigns injury, shaking his hand.  He adjusts his durag, looking Remi up and down.  “I can’t get no love.”

Remi stutters trying to collect her thoughts.  “I’m wondering why you’re coming over here unannounced, Ron.  You’re supposed to call, what if I wasn’t home?”

He waved her off, walking inside, rubbing his stomach.  “You always home.  You don’t be doing nothin.  That’s why I always liked you, you a Queen.  No wayward ways with you.”

Remi closes her front door rolling her eyes as she heads to the kitchen.  “Well, I ain’t got all night to entertain you, what do you want?”

Ron sits on the couch with a plop as Xavier climbs up beside him, rolling his toy car along his dad’s arms and legs since he has plenty to work with.  Ron wasn’t a small guy, former college athlete but not good enough to go pro.  His caramel skin, unblemished tone is his pride and joy, and Xavier shares that trait.  

“Come on son, gimme some space to talk to your mama.  Remi, look, I didn’t think I needed a invite to see my kid.”

“Are you really here for him?  Cuz my plans involve him as well, which is another reason why you CALL before you come by!”

“I just wanted to check in with you...the shop is just about done with renovations so you oughta be able to get things going again finally.”

Remi nods.  “Ok sure.  Thanks for the update.  You know X has been acting out at his daycare.  They said he’s being aggressive.”

Ron sits up fake boxing at the back of Xaviers’ head.  “That ain’t no problem, he get that from his papa.  Mean he a fighter one day.  There’s money in that.”

Remi screws her face up.  “You don’t think it’s a problem?  Or that he should be told to chill out or ask what the fits are about?  Just let him fight huh?”

“He’s a boy Remi, damn!  I’m glad he got a little tough side in him since he live with you all the time.”

“That’s not my problem either.  My door is wide open for you to see him, take him somewhere or have him around for a few days.  That never changed.”

Ron gives a coy laugh looking at her everywhere but her face.  “You gettin dressed up for somebody?”

Remi looks down at her skin tight jean capris with a peach low cut blouse and wedge shoes, toes freshly done with a candy paint red.  “That’s none of your business either.  But you ought to leave so that I can have my evening I planned with my child.”

Ron rolls his head back letting out a groan.  “You weren’t the only one there to make him Remi, remember that?”  Ron gets up, giving Xavier’s braids a jostle.  

“Don’t be gross.”  Remi scowls, placing her hand on the doorknob.  

Ron walks up to her until he’s just a fleas distance from her body.  “I don’t remember you thinking it was.”

Remi opens the door to let him out.  “Call next time, we’re done here.  Xavier say bye to daddy.”

“Hi Sunny!”  Xavier exclaims heading towards the door as a little girl darts past her.

“Xavi!  I’m back!”  They hug each other’s little self so tightly, she almost warns them not to hurt each other.  

“Who’s this big nigga?”  Ron says squaring his shoulders to make himself appear more threatening.  It was like time stopped when she looked back at the door she still held open to look up and see M’Baku, still holding his hand up mid knock.

“Uh...hello Remi.  I brought the food…”  M’Baku holds up a bag of produce and items for the meal he was ready to prepare for them.  Remi’s heart melts at the sight.

“Ah, that’s real nice of you, I’ll take that fam.”  Ron grabs the bag and hauls it toward the kitchen.

“Ron!  Remi hissed at him.  “M’Baku I’m sorry, he was JUST LEAVING!”  She waves M’Baku inside.

“I didn’t come early did I?”  M’Baku asks softly.  

“No!  Not at all, you’re right on time.  Xavier’s dad just decided to crash unexpectedly but for real, he is gone.”

Ron comes back rubbing his hands together.  “So you got a name blood?”

M’Baku’s eyebrows fly up but he keeps his cool.  “M’Baku.”

Ron look him up and down.  “The hell you call me?  What African voodoo shit he talkin Remi, you got him round my son??”

“We just met Ron!  And that ain’t no concern of yours, I told you to go!”

Ron scoffs ignoring her.  “Look, Imma back back, let y’all have a little dinner or whatever.  But she has a father for her kid, that’s me.  She good, ya heard?”

Remi takes Ron by the arm and leads him outside past M’Baku who waits patiently watching from a distance.  

“Ron, you don’t get to come around here making demands, you left them privileges when you caught feelings for that white girl secretary at your dentist office!”

“It didn’t mean nothing!  What do you expect me to do when you freeze me out like that?”

“Try remembering your son’s birthday and showing up with a gift next time.  But trust you won’t expect nothing from me no damn more.”

“You got the government dipping in my pockets quicker than I can find something to so with it anyway.”

“That’s insurance to make sure you don’t gamble it all away.”

“You just keep that King Kong Bundy ass nigga from my son until I get approval.”

“Suck my ass, Ron!”  Remi exclaims before returning inside to lock the door and take a deep breath of relief.  When she centers her thoughts she sees M’Baku laid on the floor, directing a scene between Xavier’s Venom and Spiderman doll that he and Jolasun are hopping around the floor with a few other toys askew.  

“And Venom says…”

“Will you buy these wonderful roses?  Two blooms for a penny?”  Jolasun says in a sing song tone.

“What about some milk for my goat?”  Xavier asks.

M’Baku whispers.  “The goat makes milk, it does not drink it as an adult.  Try again.”

“Oh uh, what about milk FROM your goat?”  

M’Baku pats him on his back encouragingly.

“I’ll sell you the whole animal for your wagon sir.” Jolasun reaches over for his replica sports car.

“Hmm, that’s a hard deal…”  Xavier thinks carefully.

“You’re teaching economics to my child?”  Remi asks, parking herself behind M’Baku’s back to peer at the scene over his shoulder.  

“We are playing Market.  Mr. Venom and Mr. Spiderman-”

“Mrs., Baba!  Mrs. Spiderman!”

“Of course, love.  Mrs. Spiderman, are trying to work out deals among each other until presumably they have bartered all of their belongings completely.”

“Mama, I can get you a-a-a horse if you want.  You want a horse mama?”  Xavier asks her.

“I think she would look good with one.  What do you think?”  M’Baku looks back at Remi behind him and she feels herself going giddy.

“Why I would love a horse.  Thank you son!”

“Hang on!  I haven’t sold it yet!”  Jolasun exclaims.  “If I can have your rocketship, you can have my horse.”

“Nuh-uh!  You can have my, uh, whistle?”  He picks up an orange whistle he got from one of the dine and play places, blowing it loudly.

Remi covers her ears.  “X  I told you not to blow that in the house!  You guys keep trying to trade that horse, we have some cooking to do.”  Remi pats M’Baku’s arm and instantly regrets it.  The strength underneath tshirt sleeve taunted her, tempted her.  She got up as quickly as she could to make her way to the bag of food M’Baku brought and begins to unpack.

“Uh uh, that is what I am supposed to do.”  M’Baku insists, unacking kale and beets and beans.

Remi looks at him unbelievably.  “But you’re a guest in my house, I should help you with something.”

M’Baku stops, tapping his head with a yam in thought.  “You could actually help with something.  Do you have a bottle of wine, eh?  I forgot mine.”

Remi hops to the fridge excitedly.  “I sure do!  I don’t have any cooking wine though…”

M’Baku grunts.  “First lesson in cooking: don’t use cooking wine to cook with!  The intent is there, but the flavor isn’t,”

Remi nows, peeling the foil wrapper off of the lip.  “I see, noted.”  

M’Baku begins to chop up the kale as you screw the bottle opener into the cork.

“So, did you have a good day today?”  Remi asks nervously.

M’Baku shrugs as he oils a pan on the stove.  “Same old, same old as you say.  Jolasun had a recital at her little school before coming here.  She did a good job.”

Remi’s face lights up in the midst of her struggling to open the bottle.   “Oh that’s great!  Is it like ballet or something?”

“Contemporary.  She loves to dance, and she is very confident about it.  Almost to a fault, but she gets it from her father.”  M’Baku looks back at her smiling.  “Do you need help with that?”

Remi’s veins are damn near popping out of her neck as gives it one more pull before taking a break.  “Dammit, I thought I got a twist top in the first place.”  

Remi sets the bottle down with a plop on the counter as M’Baku meanders around the island to her side, picking up the bottle with the opener still stabbed in the top.  He grips the neck tightly, knuckles show signs of wear but they look beautiful along his skin.  Remi watches carefully as his takes his other hand firmly over the opener itself.  

“I think I got it in too deep.”  Remi says softly before flinching at the pop of air being released from the bottle finally being given the chance to breathe thanks to M’Baku.  Remi clutches at her neck feeling herself breathe as well.

M’Baku sets the bottle back down in front of her.  “It’s never too deep.  You have to be mindful of the technique when pulling out.  Don’t force it, just ease.”

“Mhm!”  Is all Remi could muster as she rests her head on her hand, fighting the open innuendo.   He walked back over to the stove to finish stirring, adding broth.  “A wise man is a rich man, I say.”

M’Baku chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel.  “Then I pray to be a trillionaire with knowledge.”  

Remi gets up with her bottle of wine checking out the cooking situation.  “Ok, tell me when to pour.”

M’Baku wags a finger.  “Not so fast.  I have to know how good your wine is, if it works with the flavors I am trying to execute here.”  

Remi huffs.  “Gosh, so nitpicky.  Aight, let me pour a couple glasses.”  Remi gets one glass poured when Xavier runs into her legs.  

“Mama, mama!  I didn’t get you a horse, cuz Sunny says she needs it to go to the store.”

Remi nods looking over at a proud and chubby faced smiling Jolasun, flying a toy pony in the air.  

“But-but-but she let me have some magic beans and a duck with give money eggs.  That’s cool, huh mama?!”  Xavier holds up the ‘duck’, which is really a Toucan Sam from the cereal box, and ‘beans’ AKA legos.  

“Oh wow!  She did a Jack and the Beanstalk on you!  Have you heard that story yet?”  M’Baku asks jovially as he cuts up some bread.

Xavier shakes his head, braids flying wild against his face.  

M’Baku makes a shocked face before looking at Remi with a sort of playful scowl.  Remi just swirls her wine in her glass, looking around like he was checking for someone else grown and in the house.

Remi shrugs.  “Don’t look at me!  He is into reading chapter books, and if I tried to pull him away from the library he  wouldn’t speak to me for a week.  He’s past Dr. Suess and fairytales by now!”

M’Baku chuckles heartily as he kneels in front of Xavier.  “It’s a story about how some ordinary things can be quite extraordinary.  A poor boy from the country trades his last good livestock for a duck and beans instead of money or food.  Everyone called him a fool but before he knew it, the items he got turned out to be the very things the trader said they were, and he was a rich man for the rest of his life.  You have a good heart Xavier, and if you continue to see the good and potential in others, you could create some awesome magic yourself.”

Remi wasn’t sure if the wine was beginning to hit but her heart felt like it was ready to jump out her chest and slide down the waterfall cascading from between her.  She shouldn’t be this easy but a man tending to a child is her kryptonite and frankly she hasn’t seen it enough to be numb to it.  The last hour he’s been there, he has shown more affection than his own father showed.  

“Mr…..uh…”

“Just call me Baku.”  He says.

“Backoo, are you married?”  

Remi chokes on her sip of wine, threatening her light carpet with dribble.

M’Baku’s eyes widen.  “Why do you ask, Xavier?”

“You can call me X.  Mama does, she’s not married though.”  Xavier says unwarranted.

Remi joins in to keep things from growing more awkward.  “Hey, X!  You should show Jolasun that new toy Grandma got you for your certificate at daycare?  The light up one?”

Xavier’s face lights up as he runs back to Jolasun, demonstratively leading her to his room to retrieve the toy.

Remi leans on the counter watching them run by.  “Oh, to be that young and innocent again.  They are so cute, I could never make friends like X does though.”

M’Baku starts sizzling some asparagus.  “No?”

Remi takes her glass up with longing.  “I was too awkward.  Like X, I hit the books hard and I never wanted to leave the world of fantasy to face a real one.  My mom thought it led me to be more immature and a crybaby.”

M’Baku looks over to Remi.  “Or...it made you more emotionally developed and full of heart.  Too many people think that their worth is in the friends that they have but you can make one or two great connections instead of a hundred shallow ones, you’re really doing something great.”

Remi couldn’t help but smile sadly at that.  Wine made her emotions elevated and what he said hit a strong nerve.  “That’s really profound, Baku.  I appreciate that.  Sometimes I worry my time has been wasted on things because of pressure and just shit that comes up that you least expect and I kick myself about it but...I do have those handful of folks that keep me here for a reason, most recently my son and I wouldn’t trade my journey for him any day.”

M’Baku puts a pan of toasted bread off to one side, holding the countertop with a wide grip and he leans his weight into his sinewy forearms.  “Couldn’t have said it better myself.  I don’t take lightly you having Jolasun and myself over for dinner.  I just hope it isn’t the last.”

Remi thinks to how the evening began with herself anticipating this moment to Ron coming by and completely taking the fun out of the air before it began.  If M’Baku hadn’t been on the other side of that door, she surely would’ve texted to cancel but fate should have it that this strapping, big hearted man in front of her would woo her into a lovely evening of basically babysitting and gossiping in the kitchen.

Remi steps around to  the same side M’Baku is standing at, tracing the hardened caulk between the countertiles.  “I wanted to ask just so it’s clear to me, uh...Are you over here...as a friend?  Because, you know, that’s great, cuz the kids love hanging out and I am cool to play date and yada yada and like I said it’s not like I get out that often anyway: it’s usually work then daycare then home and-”

M’Baku looks on at her in ae as Remi continues to run on sentence speak for an extended period of time, giving no room for him to answer the proposed question.  Then before he could say anything, something pops out of the corner of his eyes.

“Pew! Pew! Pew!  ALIENS ATTACK!”

M’Baku and Remi look over to see their children holding two stuffed animals a piece as weapons.

Remi puts a hand up in protest.  “Wait, we aren’t aliens, I am our mother!”

“And I am your father!”  M’Baku say with an authoritarian tone, before whispering to Remi.  “...this has turned into a Star Wars style thing though, yeah?”

Remi chuckles as Jolasun makes the announcement.  “No, WE are the aliens!”

“Take cover, aliens!”  Xavier shrieks as he and Jolasun barrel roll in front of the couch for shelter.

“When we pop up, have your weapons ready!”  Jolasun instructs.

“What?  What do we do?”  Remi asks, surprising herself that she actually feels somewhat nervous.

M’Baku reaches into one of his grocery sacks and picks up a squash.  “Take this!”  Remi clutches the vegetable to her chest and M’Baku finds a potato.

“That’s all you have left?”  She whispers.

M’Baku looks at her incredulously.  “You’re critiquing my firepower lady?”

“3! 2! 1!”  The children count before popping up and jutting their plushies forward with every imaginary blast.  

POW! BANG!  KAZOWY!  It was a complete a total wreckage of imaginary limbs flying, air support dropping ammunition overhead and reinforcements circling in.

Remi dives behind the counter.  “We are outgunned and outnumbered.  They’ll get us for sure.”

M’Baku taps his forehead with the potato before lighting up with an idea.  “Jola!”

“Yes, Baba?”  Jolasun says casually like they aren’t even at war.

“You know if I am a human and you are an alien, because I am your father, you too are half human?”

A small gasp comes from the other side of the room.

“That means me too?”  Xavier whispers.  

Remi smiles a M’Baku thankfully.  “That’s right, you are fighting your own kind!”

“No!”  Xavier screams.

“You never told me you were half human!”  Jolasun says with venom in her lungs.  What a turn of events.

“I-I….YOU never told ME!”  Xavier rebuts, turning his plushies on Jolasun.

“FIRE!”  They shout, as pew pews hurl at one another.

M’Baku breaths a sigh of relief.  “Thank Hanuman, that was-”  Looking over at Remi all he sees are her shoulder shaking as her hands cover her face.  “Remi, what is wrong?  I didn’t think you would be this into it.”

He takes her hands away and see her face screwed up into an ugly, debilitating laugh.  “I’m sorry, haha!  This was just, WOW!  I haven’t heard this good of a plot to anything in a while.  They turned on each other!”  She guffaws as she clutches her stomach, out of control of her laughter.  M’Baku can’t help but to join in, looking at her as her laughter became contagious.  Snorts and woots are shared between them as their children’s imaginations murder each other.  Before they knew it, the laughter ceased and settle into one another as they realize their hands are still gripping one another’s.  Couple that with some knee to knee touching as they remain sitting on the floor behind the counter, and Remi begins to wonder if the stove is still on.

M’Baku looks at Remi directly, with little space between them, she couldn’t help but feel like she is under a microscope.  

“You have a gorgeous smile...and your laugh…”

Remi snorts again involuntarily.  “I know, it’s a lot.”

“...a joy.  To hear it?  Makes me feel like I did something many wish they could do but never stood a chance.”  His grip becomes more assured.  “And I want to do that again.”

Remi won’t lt her mind stray from the feelings developing between them, though she couldn’t stand them.  Her heart was about to burst out of her throat from all the anticipation!  And luckily she had on granny panties, or her cute ones woulda been soaked through, she was not ready for this.

No way is a friend speaking to her this way, he actually does want her!  But is it too soon?  She did say this wasn’t supposed to be a date, but is a kiss before a date no making this one?  And what about-

M’Baku made her mind hush as needed, soon as his lips touched hers.  It wasn’t rushed, there was no crash, which means they had been inching toward one another without her even realizing.  Damn these pheromones!   Their lips rested into one another, like a long distance love affair finally being consummated at first glance in person.  Her stresses melted away like the butter he cooked with as she parted her mouth slow to allow his tongue to come in…

“Mama?  Where did you go?”  Xavier

“You took her out, remember?  But Baba is so strong I can never get him.  One day…”

The parental ear is still keen even in a primal moment as they part from one another to heed the call.  Popping up from behind the counter, Remi announces,  “Who’s ready to eat?”

“Meee!”  The children sing as they come to sit down at the table.

“Meee too…”  M’Baku says with a frog in his throat, coughing a little.  Remi tries to catch his eye as the gather the assortment of food, but he uses his height to just overlook her, slight sheen to his brow as they set out to have dinner.

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“Thank you for cooking!”  Xavier says, holding his mother’s hand while twisting his little body around.

“No problem!  I’ll have to make you something more, you cleaned your plate well!”  M’Baku says giving him a high five.  Xavier nods proudly.  

Remi smiles, giving her son a squeeze.  “I haven’t seen him eat that many fresh vegetables since they were mashed and in a jar.  Hey X, go ahead and clean up your toys so we can get ready for bed.”  Xavier flies over to complete the task

“Jola, go ahead and help.”  M’Baku instructs his daughter.

As the kids clean, M’Baku and Remi look at one another, and then away nervously.  

“Well, thank you for dinner.”  Remi says to the floor.

M’Baku puts his hands in his pockets, bending down a little to get in her line of vision.  “No, it was teamwork.”

“Please all I did was provide the kitchen.”  

“...which is all I needed.  You ever tried to cook without a kitchen?  It’s not very easy today.”  M’Baku shakes his head like a curmudgeonly old man.

Remi smiles.  “Kids don’t know how good they have it!”  

M’Baku smiles.  “There it is.”

“What?”  Remi says with confusion.

M’Baku steps toward her, making his posture smaller even though it was impossible.  “Your smile.”

“Oh…”Remi moans with embarrassment.

“It’s good, I can understand if you don’t show it more.  Someone might steal it.”  M’Baku says in a low tone, looking at her again like he did behind the counter.

Remi’s breathing deepened again as that feeling came over her.  If she didn’t know any better, some might believe it to be signs of a heart attack, but no.  Lust just hit her that hard.

“Thanks for the warning.  Maybe-”

“Baba!  I’m done!”  Jolasun says, running up to his side as he picks her up.

“Ok!  Let’s go!  Say bye to X!”

They all say goodbye as they walk out the door, Remi closes it with a forlorn sigh.  Remi puts a chatty Xavier to bed as he recounts the fun times him and Sunny had together.  When he finally drifts off, Remi admires her boy, playing his he braids gently as he snores.  Her mind goes in so many directions as her baby sleeps peacefully:  Ron and their relationship, her job at the shop and eventually opening her own.  Remi rubs her temples at the thought of all she has to consider and what she wishes she could just give up on.  But life doesn’t work that way,  As she went to her room, she thought of M’Baku and how he spoke with her, making her feel like a damn queen when she felt like anything but.  His strong hands and the way they worked around the kitchen, around her hands, and the potential of them working in tandem with the kiss from before.  

Remi lays back in bed alone and wondering if she could rekindle that feeling again.  M’Baku told her that her smile was all he wanted, but she never said what feeling he gave her that she couldn’t get rid of if she tried.  It’s so silly these crushes people get when they aren’t based on anything but hormones and luck.  And Remi has a streak of not being that lucky.  

She reaches for her phone off the charger and opens it to a notification message.  The name she saved it under made her think she was getting hacked but she forgot Babe the Blue Ox was the moniker she bestowed upon him.

She reads the message once, twice, thrice, and couple more times for good measure before she lies back, stretching her limbs with satisfaction and a smile.  It was happening.

Thinking of that smile of yours and hope it’s what you have on before you go to bed.  Let’s plan to see it again soon.  Adults only?

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#shakafic #play though #m'baku fic

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Routines

@pillarspromptsweekly fill 81: Novice. For this one, I borrowed a couple of @risualto‘s OCs, Gjeorun and Ilaine, who have been wanting to learn how to knit from Charity for a while now, but we had to wait until after the wedding. ;D

It was surprisingly easy to return to routine. Charity had been a little worried the whirlwind of wedding planning and novelty of her honeymoon would make it  seem... too mundane. But it was almost a relief to come home, back to her house, her gardens, her cat.  Sparrow was miffed enough at her being gone she ignored Charity(but not Edér, furry little traitor) for three whole days after they got back. Sunshine more than made up for the cat’s reticence, however, spending those three days glued to Charity’s side, tail wagging furiously whenever she so much as looked at him. Weeding took twice as long when she kept stopping to cave to soulful brown ‘I missed you’ eyes and scratch under a doggy chin.

Aside from earning pet forgiveness, the new routine of married life was also surprisingly easy to pick up. It helped, she knew, that they were both early risers. They were almost always up at the same time and ate breakfast together(he usually cooked) before Edér left for work. Now that planning the wedding didn’t dominate every spare moment of her life, Charity got back her favorite(well, second favorite; cuddling Edér was still first) hobby. That sweater for Edér wasn’t going to finish itself. And once she’d refreshed her memory after so long without picking up the needles, she was able to make good on a promise. One that also gave her something else to do between weeding, so two birds, one stone.

-o-o-

The knock on her door betrayed the visitors’ excitement even before Charity opened it and was almost knocked over by a pair of enthusiastic round the waist hugs. 

“Hullo Miss Charity!” the hug-givers chorused.

“Hello, you two,” she laughed, managing to hug one of them as she braced the other against the wall to keep her balance.

“Gjeorun, Ilaine, Hylea’s sake, don’t injure the poor woman before she’s had a chance to teach you anything!” Despite Bethyn’s admonishing tone, there was a smile in her eyes as she shook her head.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Charity assured her. “Sunshine’s getting big enough, he can do worse to me.”

“Thank you, but they do need to remember their manners,” Bethyn said with a loving-yet-meaningful look at her children. Both stepped half a pace back, clasped their hands behind them, and contritely mumbled, “Sorry, Miss Charity.”

“We’re just excited you’re gonna teach us knittin’,” Ilaine added, lisping around a perilously loose tooth.

“What I can remember of it,” Charity said wryly, winking at the girl and ruffling her brother’s hair. “I’m a bit rusty.”

“And they’re not going to care,” Bethyn assured her for the third time since she’d broached the subject and Charity had agreed. She rested a hand each on the shoulder of both children. “They’re just happy to learn, and learn from you.”

“I’m flattered,” Charity smiled. “Does mid-afternoon work for you to come get them?”

“Oh, more than,” Bethyn nodded. “It might be Meryna or Dannith who gets ‘em, but that’s perfectly agreeable. If you don’t mind havin’ ‘em that long?”

“Not at all. They’re good kids.” Charity winked at Ilaine and Gjeorun. “And that’ll give us plenty of time to practice.”

“Alright, then.” Bethyn kissed each of her children atop the head in turn. “You two behave yourselves and listen to Miss Charity, alright?”

“Yes’m!” Gjeorun was slightly faster and louder than his sister this time, rocking up on the balls of his feet in his impatience. With one last smile and wave, Bethyn departed to take care of her business for the day.

Charity gestured toward the dining room. “Alright, you two, let’s get started.”

Ilaine and Gjeorun eagerly followed her to the table, where she’d set up--aside from her own ongoing project--two pairs of knitting needles, and two skeins of yarn, one cheery yellow and one soft lilac.

“What color’s mine?” Ilaine asked, tucking her hair back behind her ears.

“That’s something to work out with your brother, I think.” Charity scooched their chairs in once they were seated. 

“I think Gjeorun should get yellow ‘cause it matches his hair,” Ilaine said. She picked up the needles and fiddled with them.

Charity looked at Gjeorun. “Is that alright with you?”

He nodded, reaching for the yellow yarn. “Yeah. Purple is ‘Laine’s fav’rite color, anyway. An’ I like yellow.”

“Okay, if we have that settled, let me show you how to get started.” Charity reached over and unwound a fair bit of yarn from both skeins. “Even before you figure out how to hold the needles” --a smile at Ilaine--”you need a slipknot in the end of the yarn to anchor it to the needle.”

“Oh, I know how to do that!” Gjeorun said cheerfully. “I learnt back in the city.” And, sure enough, despite the yarn likely being skinnier than what he learned on, he had slipknots tied for both him and Ilaine in just a few deft  moves.

“Very good,” Charity said, smiling when he beamed at the praise. “And now....” She picked up a spare set of needles and ball of dark red yarn too small to use for anything else. She quickly tied a slipknot of her own and slid it on the needle. “Here’s how you cast on.”

Gjeorun’s nose wrinkled and Ilaine’s ears dipped downward as they concentrated on following her movements. Both of them got it with very little trouble, and Charity showed them how to do a knit stitch for the first row. A few of the stitches were lumpy or loose, but on the whole, they were doing well.

“Now, before we move on,” she began, smiling inwardly at how much she echoed Peycg at her own first knitting lesson, “do you want to just practice today, get the hang of it, or actually start working on something?”

“If we just practice, won’t that waste yarn?” Ilaine asked.

Charity shook her head. “I can just unravel and re-roll it for you to use later.”

“Then I just wanna practice for now,” Ilaine lisped, looking relieved. 

“I wanna make a scarf!” Gjeorun said, clacking the needles together impatiently.

“Good choice,” Charity laughed. “That’s the first thing I made when I was learning. It’s not too difficult, and you get something useful when you’re done.”

He kicked his feet and grinned. “Didja make it for Mayor Teylecg?”

She laughed again at the sheer confidence shining in his eyes. “I did indeed. Hopefully yours will turn out better than that sorry thing.”

“But he still wears it, right?” Ilaine piped up.

“He does,” Charity nodded. “Because he is a very nice man. Alright, Ilaine, if you’re not makin’ something particular, you don’t hafta worry as much about keeping your rows even, but Gjeorun, you need to count the stitches in that first row so you can keep track and make all your rows just as wide.”

He nodded. “Got it.”

The two children set to work, tongues sticking out in concentration, and Charity picked up the sweater to work on, regularly glancing at her pupils to ensure things were going well.

-o-o-

Things went well for the first couple hours, and then Gjeorun started dropping stitches, and Ilaine pulled a couple rows too tight. Both were getting flustered and frustrated, so Charity made an executive decision.

“We need a break,” she declared, setting aside her own project. “It’s time for lunch, anyway.”

Both looked relieved to have an excuse to stop without ‘quitting’. They didn’t dilly dally over lunch, but they didn’t rush, either. After a sufficient break to calm frustrated nerves, Charity showed Gjeorun how to fix dropped stitches, and undid Ilaine’s puckered rows so she could try again.

The next couple hours passed swiftly, and before they knew it, Meryna was knocking on the door to collect her younger siblings. Charity sent them home with the needles and yarn so they could keep practicing if they wanted, and assured them they could come back every couple days for more lessons, provided it was alright with their parents.

-o-o-

This became part of Charity’s routine over the next month; Gjeorun and Ilaine came over every Mecwynsdag and Rytlingsdag for knitting lessons. Both proved to be fast learners, despite a few struggles. (”Only natural,” she promised them, getting Edér’s scarf from the mudroom to show them it hadn’t been easy for her, either.) She taught them how to purl, how to change colors so you could do stripes, how to switch between stitches in the same project(that one had mixed success).

She grinned right along with Gjeorun when he finished his sunny yellow scarf--less lumpy than her first attempt, even--and promptly gave it to his mother. “It’ll looke pretty with your hair, Mom!” She encouraged Ilaine through the doll-sized shawl she decided to make as her first project, which--thanks to copious practice--turned out very well.

And she got more than a little choked up on the day they showed up fpr lessons hiding their hands behind their backs only to reveal thank you presents almost as soon as they walked in the house.

Gjeorun had made her a green and white striped scarf and Ilaine gave her a doll wrapped in a very familiar lilac shawl under dark red hair.

“Thank you so much!” Charity said, kneeling to hug them both with a gift in each hand. “Gjeorun, this is my very favorite shade of green, and Ilaine, she’s such a pretty doll, are you sure you want to give her to me?”

Ilaine smiled bashfully and nodded. “I have other dolls, an’ her hair reminded me of you. ‘M not ready t’ make anything bigger yet.”

“Well, thank you, I’ll take very good care of her,” Charity promised with a smile.

“Look how straight I got the stripes!” Gjeorun piped up. He ducked out of the hug and pushed the scarf closer.

“I saw,” Charity laughed. “Very impressive for your first time.” Only a few of the stripes were noticeably crooked or wider than the rest. “I can’t wait until it’s cold enough for me to use it.” She carefully set both present on the pass-through to the kitchen. “Are you two ready to start?”

“Yes!” they chorused, scrambling for the table.

Charity couldn’t help smiling again as she joined them. She very much liked her new routine.

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(I do think it’s kinda funny the first post-wedding Ederity fic doesn’t have any Edér. Whoops. I’m sure they’ll get back to their fluff in no time ;D)

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #charity #ilaine #gjeorun #pillars of eternity

[sorikal]

A different kind of healing

As they approached the egg, Shoutmon slowly took notice as the air grew heavier and more dense with each and every few steps as if gravity itself was preventing them from nearing it! “W-what is this??” He squeezed his eyes shut silently begging in desperation that they wouldn’t walk up upon a malformed Akari! He opened them again, his fangs almost grinding into his gums out of sheer horror mentally preparing himself for what he was about to witness. His breathing became ragged and raspy as he forced himself further determined to rescue his friend! He was determined to save a life no matter the cost! ‘Was this really Akari’s doing? The air’s so thick I can barely breathe!’ He thought to himself cautiously his black rubber fingers balling firmly into fists to keep himself focused! He could feel the pressure thicken as if the air suddenly stopped being air and just turned into a dense suffocating veil of pure agony! Multiple beads of sweat began to form under his V shaped horns. His arms began to quiver violently by his sides out of worry and pressure. ‘This is insane! This can’t possibly be Akari’s doing! If it is, we’re not only in trouble, everyone in the general area would be effected… What the heck is going on?!’ “Uuf…” Suddenly, out of nowhere, Elecmon collapsed! “ELECMON!” Shoutmon cried seeing the kind, fatherly Digimon hit the ground like a rag-doll! Shoutmon instantly knelt down beside the fallen Digimon, his face finally expressing the worry he’d been somewhat consealing! “I-I’m so sorry, my-my king… I… I can’t go further, i-it’s too much!” Elecmon rasped out of short, ragged breaths. “It’s fine, Elecmon, don’t let the children come near until I’ve fixed the problem. It’s going to be ok!” He said firmly yet held a confident smile and a thumbs up! Shoutmon quickly pushed himself back placing his hand on his knee for support. Elecmon nodded, sweat drenching his head and shoulders. “T-thank you, my king…” Elecmon then noticed Shoutmon’s outstretched arm and gladly clasped on with his own oversized claws, more than thankful for the aid! He slowly pushed himself to his feet only to stumble a bit before bending over and clutching his knees. “Will you be alright?” Shoutmon asked, his tone firm but caring. Concern mixing with the crippling terror from before continued to overtake both. With ragged breaths and shaking limbs, Elecmon nodded panting a bit before giving himself a small breather before he was able to walk back towards the Digital slimes. Shoutmon watched him go carefully making sure he didn’t pass out along the way knowing that if he did, the slimes would be without a caretaker for a while which Shoutmon definitely wouldn’t have! Once he saw Elecmon calmly slide down the bark of a tree, taking yet another quick breather, Shoutmon nodded quickly turning around continuing carefully towards the strange aura hoping he’d make it in time to find out what was wrong. He took one large, shaky gulp of air, balling his hands tightly into fists once more and trudged on! It wasn’t long before the aura was heavy enough to make him feel as if he was walking through an incredibly dense blizzard! He threw one arm in front of his face holding his breath before literally stumbling upon it falling flat upon the soft, quilted ground! The pressure was suffocating! It poured from the egg like a furious waterfall! “GAH!” Shoutmon groaned feeling the immense pressure literally binding him to the floor! He snarled, determination flowed through him like a raging river! He shoved his hands up under him pushing against the ground with all his might eventually forcing himself into a sitting position and glanced over at the egg. His mouth dropped open gasping desperately for air as his eyes widened imagining what kind of horrible things would come out of that egg! Being so close to the egg, Shoutmon noticed the air around it seemed to be enveloped in a light blue haze, he assumed it was the thick aura flowing from the egg.

https://www.deviantart.com/viperswan/art/Digimon-egg-774662262

Upon closer inspection, the egg was about half the size of a normal digi-egg (About the size of a normal ostrich egg) and could easily fit in the palm of his hand! Through the light blue haze, he could easily make out a large flame emblem coating the egg’s surface with a sunny, yellow background! Blue wave-like markings washed over the egg in a stripe-like pattern as it circled around leaving sharp blue ridges on each side.  An uneasy sigh rushed out of Shoutmon as he strained with all his might to stay in this seated position. He raised one arm gently placing it upon the egg. “A..K, A-AKA… AKARI!” He shouted wildly, his voice cracking in growing worry! With one shaky hand, he scooped up the egg, turned up his earphone and gently placed it against his head silently praying that she was ok. He squeezed his eyes shut in focus only for them to fly open again as a sharp gasp slipped through his lips upon hearing a faint heartbeat! “Whew! Well, your core is pulsing so you’re alive at least… Uuugh! I, hope you’re ok in there.” A massive relieved sigh washed away most of the concern thus lightening the ruby red Digimon! “Now, to get you back to the castle! I’m sure Dorulumon and Balistamon would be thrilled seeing you again!” He smiled down at the egg quickly tucking it under his arm. Though the pressure never let up, he was determined to get it back to the castle and go from there. He slowly forced himself back up through the intense gravitational pull of the aura as if he were trying to push and walk through thick, solid ice! He carefully began trudging back towards the castle, every step felt weighted, as if his feet had been collecting mounds and mounds of dirt with every passing second! He glanced down at the egg once more wondering how to stop Akari’s egg from leaking this strange blue energy through its pores and what was causing such energy to spout? With a mighty groan, Shoutmon set the egg down as they neared the rim of the daycare where quilted lands met actual grass. The day care lands weren’t that large, but he knew he had to come up with something! “Ugghhh!” He let out another massive groan jumping as far away from the egg as he possibly could, painting in sheer agony! This was almost too much for Shoutmon to bear! ‘Just one breather… Just one small breather and I’m good.’ He squeezed his eyes shut collapsing to the ground with a harsh thud! His breathing ragged as he fought desperately to stay conscious! Suddenly, a familiar yet very muffled voice echoed loudly through his nearly conscious head. It took him a while to make out what this voice was saying. He groaned once more opening an eye. His energy slowly rose to normal only to find a blurry Sanzomon kneeling over him, the egg’s horrible energy seemingly nowhere to be found. “GAH!” Shoutmon’s eyes widened as he frantically bolted upright, turning down his earphone from before. He began searching the area hoping the egg hadn’t rolled off somewhere! He then turned to Sanzomon’s worried face, fear and shock etched into every muscle. “MY KING! I HAD BEEN CALLING YOU AND SHAKING YOU FOR TWENTY MINUTES NOW!” She bowed deeply, as relief washed over her and offered him an outstretched hand.

Shoutmon ignored her hand jumping swiftly to his feet. Panic surged through his veins as he began frantically searching for the strange, colorful egg. “WHERE’S THE EGG? SANZOMON, WHERE IS THE EGG?!?” He shouted now digging through several nearby shrubs thinking it may have rolled off and had gotten stuck into one. “This isn’t good… Not good at all! What if some Digimon found the egg by accident and is now in trouble because of the energy! SANZOMON, WE NEED TO-“ he was soon silenced by a sudden rush of relief as he spotted the small, colorful egg wrapped tightly in Sanzomon’s arms. Two shimmering, golden bands loosely wrapped around its middle. Shoutmon sank to the dirt below him sighing loudly in relief! “OH THANK OMNIMON! Let me see it!” He asked holding out his arms only for Sanzomon to glare down at him. “M-my king, forgive me but this egg almost erased your code! We need to smash it before my rings are not enough to stop the horrible energy that dwells within!” Shoutmon lowered his arms, his jagged lips peeling away from his dagger-like teeth, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING! That is a precious friend from the war who, might I remind you, ALLOWED YOU TO LIVE FREE HOWEVER YOU WANTED!! I REFUSE to let you harm her!” Shock and betrayal marred every inch of Sanzomon’s face! She almost stumbled for words as she gasped, stepping back a bit. “M-my king! Please! This thing almost deleted you! If I had not arrived with my rings-“ Shoutmon instantly cut her off as his mic fell from the sky landing perfectly into his outstretched hand. “Don’t make me fight you, Sanzomon… She is my friend just like you, and I’ve got Taiki back in the human world counting on me to keep her alive!” Sanzomon froze letting off a small, sharp gasp! She never before had Shoutmon yell at her with such disdain! It frightened her. “M-my king please… Please reconsider! If this egg was allowed within the castle walls and my binds were to fail… then what?” Shoutmon stood slowly, his cold blue eyes bored to Sanzomon’s as he began walking towards her. “Then, I’ll deal with it as I’ve said many times before. She is MY responsibility! If anything were to befall anyone around her, I’ll take care of it.” She stared at Shoutmon with a look of bewilderment almost as if he’d grown a second head! Her eyes then drifted down to the small egg wrapped tightly within her arms imagining the sleeping creature nestled safely within. She lowered her head with a defeated sigh closing her eyes as she then handed the egg back down to the king who swiped the egg giving her a stern look. Who was she to deny a creature the king was so fond of life even if it were to cause massive chaos later on. She hated more than anything to see the king in such a state, but there was no stopping him at this point. Her bottom lip quivered as Shoutmon walked past the much larger Sanzomon, his stern expression never leaving her until he was at least a few feet in front of her.

#A different kind of healing #Digimon fanfiction #digimon xros wars #Shoutmon #Sanzomon #Akari hinomoto

[boisheviks]

Do everything that you haven't already done

thanks owobiwan

angel; do you have a nickname? no not rly

awe; how old are you? 18 

baby; favorite color? either red or blue

bloop; spirit animal? red panda

blossom; favorite book/movie/song? havent read a book in years, into the spiderverse was a really good movie (just saw it yesterday, 11/10 would recommend PLEASE SEE IT IF YOU HAVENT), tbh idk what my favorite song is but my favorite band is p!atd 

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child? hmmm i guess my first major stuffed animal was a bunny. i also had a lot of dogs

bright; mermaids or fairies? both??

bubbles; do you have a best friend? yea (:

buttercup; showers or baths? showers

butterfly; dream destination? japan

buttons; are you religious or spiritual? uhhhh?????? neither???? i guess spiritual if i had to pick

candlelight; what did you dream about last night? i dont remember most of my dreams unless something significant happened so idk

charming; have you ever been in love? nah

cozy; eye/hair color? brown and black respectively

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period? uhhh now i guess? although trump sucks so bad timeline

cupcake; favorite flower/plant? plants that grow fruit

cute; what did you get on your last birthday? iphone x

cutie pie; most precious item you own? my iphone x lol

cutsie; what makes you happy? talking to my friends

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free. when i came home from college for winter break lmao thank god no homework or studying i dont want to go back

daylight; favorite album of all time? oof uhhh i guess the wall by pink floyd 

dear; zodiac sign? aries

delightful; concerts or museums? concerts but museums can be cool

dimples; have you ever written a letter? ..yes? lmao

dobby; dream job? something in cybersecurity would be cool

doll; how do you like to dress? tshirt and jeans, with a jacket if its cold

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences? nope

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos? no tattoos and currently not rly interested in getting any anytime soon

euphoric; talk about someone you love. i love my parents theyre great

fairy; do you have a pet? i have a fish!

forever; where do you feel time stop? where…??? idk 

froglet; are you a good plant owner? LMAO i was until i forgot about my plant for a solid week. but in my dorm my plant was one of the nicest looking ones so rip plant

garden; how many languages do you know? 2 if u count my horrible chinese that i learned in high school

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice? sunsets and what the sky looks like

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not? sure. i mean i dont rly get any in the first place but lol

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

1. I’m funny (i hope anyways)

2. I’m smart (kinda)

3. I’m strong

4. I’m understanding

5. I’m good at playing music (lol i literally could not think of anything else yikes)

heart; silk or lace? silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it? coffee, only if its in the form of a frappuccino 

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why? people, mainly bc its funny to watch them sometimes

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep? no sounds in general

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather? sunny

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends? sleep

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more? probably laugh loudly id say

kinky; do you blush easily? i dont think so

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most? to have someone love me (wow i live a sad life)

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad? idk i will listen to the same music no matter how i feel

love; what is your favorite season and why? summer bc no school and its warm

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream? i dont eat macarons much but as for ice cream i guess smores

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks? hmm i guess i like looking at soft pastels but cool darks are also nice

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date? actually going on one haha

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself? sleeping and talking to friends

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life? dont procrastinate for too long (i say as i procrastinate writing thank you cards whoops)

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more? bake

prince; how would you describe your handwriting? ugly but surprisingly legible

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play? yup i play lots

prinky; how do you relieve stress? listening to music

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable? mangoes 

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read? tbh i dont even remember the last book i read

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far? this is sad but probably getting into college and going to college

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you? tbh probably getting an internship since i kinda (??) have a guaranteed job once i get out of college as long as i dont mess up so yea knocking on wood rn

shine; art or music? music but i love art as well

smitten; do you collect anything? not really although i used to collect state quarters (now theyre like presidents and important locations or something)

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with? 1 usually but i can also sleep without a pillow

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind? does my phone count 

sparkle; do you wear jewelry? yea usually ill wear a watch and a necklace

spooky; sunrise or sunset? sunset, i cant get up for the sunrise anyways

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones? headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child? funny story but i think barney was my favorite show when i was rly young. but then i guess when i got older (elementary school) probably the mythbusters

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house. my desk where my computer is. its often a mess but i spend the most time there

soothe; digital or vinyl? vinyl bc im such a hipster wow i dont even own any vinyl (my dad has a bunch of records tho)

squeezed; who do you miss right now? all my college pals :(

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends? people who will laugh at my awful jokes and will tolerate me and listen to me i guess

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing? aesthetically pleasing who needs things to be practical and useful anyways lol

sweet; do you find it easy to open up? nope lol it be like that sometimes

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any? eh kids are ok but can also be kinda annoying so idk if id ever want any/be fit to have any anyways lol. id probably adopt tho

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they? yup and its the person who gave me all of these to answer smh

tootsie; what kind of friend are you? one who will probably make fun of u too much but will also listen to u when u need it

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl? night owl for sure

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out? depends where “going out” is and with who

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup? nope ive never worn makeup

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person? messy

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star? no, but also i dont rly see shooting stars rip light pollution

#ask

[yanshiboo-blog]

Chapter One  Vibrant

Stone Village is located in the mundling mountains, surrounded by the peak of the big gully, the vast mountains towering. Morning, glow like gold broken like the general, bathed in the human body warm. A group of children, from four to five years old to teenage, ranging from dozens of people, in front of the village on the open space facing the glow, is humming sound exercise. A little bit of tender face full of serious color, a large number of children tiger wind, a little smaller than the pattern of a kind of like. A muscular body such as the Tiger Leopard middle-aged man, wearing a beast leather, the skin was bronze, black hair loose, bright eyes swept every child, is seriously pointing them.

‘The sun rises, the beginning of all things, the birth of the most Sheng, although not as legendary meal that food, but this face facing the gorge forging from the great benefits, can be filled with human vitality. One day is the morning, daily Get up early with more power, strong gluten Zhuanggu, blood refining tendons in the future can be in this vast mountains in the survival of the capital. ’Standing in front of a group of children pointing middle-aged man look serious, seriously warned, and then shouted:‘ You Understand?’

‘Understand!’ A group of children in full of gas response it.

There are many prehistoric creatures in the mountains. When the sky covered the giant wings across the ground cast a large shadow. There are wasteland standing on the peak, swallow and whistle. Less a variety of poisonous insects are Puxing, unusually terrible.

"Understand it." A clear God, slow half a beat of the little guy milk sound cried milk gas.

This is a very small child, only a year old look, just learn to walk a few months, but also follow the physical exercise. Obviously, he is his own ministers, mixed in the older children, clearly should not appear in this team.

"Hum the ha ha hey!" Little guy mouth voice, tender young arm waving hard to follow the action of the big children, but he was too young, action crooked, and faltering, swinging swing, coupled with the mouth between Remaining white milk stains, laughed.

A group of large children looked at him, are winking, so that the original serious morning exercise a lot of gentle atmosphere.

Small little point is very white and tender and beautiful, big eyes black and yo of the rotation, the whole portrait is a white porcelain doll, very cute, tender action, mouth babbling, naive. Which makes another piece of the scene sitting in a block of boulders are trying to pass the fine days of some of the elderly are also showing a smile.

Is that tall and burly, upper body naked, tendon light and uplift of adult men, also looked over, with a smile. They are the strongest people in the village, hunting and guarding the village is the most important force, also in the forging, someone holding the unknown monster bone grinded bones and bones, some people holding a black metal cast Into the wide swords, forced dancing, the wind thunder.

The living environment is extremely bad, more hunger scavengers insects, for food, in order to survive, many men have not premature premature death in the great wasteland. Want to live, only strong body. Morning work, whether adults, or elderly and children, this is every person has been developed since childhood habits.

"Heart!" Is responsible for urging and guide the children to practice the middle-aged man shouted. A group of children quickly seriously up, continue in the soft and brilliant glow in the exercise.

"Houting ... ... babbling, tired." Little do not grow a deep breath, a fart pier children sitting on the ground, watching the big children exercise. He could be distracted for a moment, and stood up and swayed, not far from a five-color bird who was bouncing. The results of small little bit stumbling, and even fell a few fart children. He did not cry, gas whirring, hum chirping up and then chase.

"Well, power!"

With a loud drink, all the children are a burst of cheers, rubbing the pain of the hands and feet, and then coax, rushed to their homes, ready to eat breakfast.

Old people are laughing, got up from the boulder. And those who are physically strong as a tiger's adult is a burst of scolded, count the number of their own children, carrying bone sticks and wide swords also walked quickly to their own.

Stone village is not great, men and women add up to three hundred people. The rooms are made of boulders, simple and natural.

In the village there is a huge amount of lightning, the diameter of ten meters. At this point the only wicker on the trunk has been in the glow of the sunny cover, become ordinary.

"Oh, actually there is a dragon meat, give me a piece!"

These children are very lively and active, even when the meal is not too honest, many people holding their own bowl of pottery came out, conspire together.

Stone village surrounded by lush vegetation, many beasts, can guard the mountains, the village's food is relatively not so rich, but some coarse wheat cake, wild fruit and children bowl a small amount of meat. In fact, food is not abundant for the stone village has been a very serious problem. Mountains are very dangerous, those animals are too strong and horrible birds, every time to go hunting may be someone lost their lives.

If there is a choice, the village people do not want to enter the mountains. Because the mountain means that there may be bleeding and sacrifice.

Food for them is very valuable, can not afford to waste, every child from an early age to understand this point. Hungry, food, hunting, life, blood are connected.

The village front is the old patriarch Shi Yunfeng courtyard, made up of boulders, close to the coke and huge willow. In the hospital before the stove, pots of white juice boiling, milk fragrant, he is boiling milk, in addition to some herbs from time to time into the wood spoon slowly stirring.

Not much time, the old man shouted: "small point, come to eat."

Small children at the age of six months lost their parents, is to eat a hundred milk grow up, and now has a year and a few months, and if the usual child should be weaned, and he is still very sweet to eat, refused to break Out, often by some of the children make fun of.

"Babble, call ... ... run." He has been perseverance to chase that only five color birds, already panting, this time sat on the ground.

    "Little do not eat milk myself!" A group of big children booing.

    "You group of small skin monkeys, not all from his age over." Old patriarch screamed.

    "We are not in the year and a half still feeding, hey."

    The face of the big children make fun of, small little Hanhan smile, black big eyes become crescent-like, do not care, sitting in front of the pot with a wooden spoon scoop milk, eat very sweet.

    After breakfast, the village several old old man came together to the patriarch Shi Yunfeng yard, although the hair has long been white, but the essence of God are still enough.

    "Not quite right recently, ah, the night is always a big guy passing, moving is too big, and this mountain area must happen.

    "Well, last night I was awakened several times, skin flush, must be what the prehistoric beast and the big insects passing from here.

    Several elderly people have to speak, they frown or thought, to discuss some of the recent signs of danger, that there are unusual things happened.

    "I think this desolate may be out of something can not, causing the surrounding area some of the Pacific Heritage of the attention, have rushed over." Old chief Shi Yunfeng thought after thinking.

    "This is not out of the mountain treasure it?" An old man suddenly Dengyuan eyes, hair were made, revealing shock.

    Other people are also showing different colors, eyes fiery, but soon they are extinguished the flame in the eye, that kind of thing is not what they can get, far in the deepest mountains, no one into the.

    So many years have never been able to live out of the trip, the mountains of various tyrannical species come and go, even if the stone village owners Qi Chuang, even a spray will not be thrown.

    "At that time, a majestic adult man entered the hospital, he was the head of the hunting team, will also be the next village chief of the village."

    "Some of the recent is not peaceful ah." Old chief Shi Yunfeng frowned.

    "But the food is really much." Stone Linhu Road, his body is very tall, more than two meters, carrying a three hundred pounds of wide swords, the whole person as strong as a bear, whole body bronze piece of muscle, Such as a snake python in the swimming.

    "Wazi people need long body, can not be hungry, have to think of some way." Old man opening.

    "Although the night is not calm, but the day is no exception, I bring some people out, be careful that should be no problem." Shilin Hu Road.

    Finally, dozens of young men in the village set, by the patriarch Shi Yunfeng came to the side of the lightning before the wood, facing the old willow seriously pray.

    "Save the people, please bless the tribe, let the children hit the plump prey, safe return.We will be devout heart, generation sacrifice and support you.

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