#i still need to get into shiny colours properly

[figurecollection]

Who do you like or produce in Imas? 😊🩷

Hope you are having a lovely day!!

sidem: ren kizaki, asselin bb ii, ryo akizuki

deresute: kirari moroboshi, anzu futaba, shiki ichinose, mayu sakuma, syoko hoshi, nao kamiya

765: takane shijou, hibiki ganaha, iori minase

#i still need to get into shiny colours properly #asks #anon

[clerc16]

‘tis the season ; f1 boys ⛇･:*౨ৎ

a/n: it’s cold, so have this :) also might do this w other drivers too!

summary: winter with the f1 boys

warnings: pretty much none, just fluff

↳ THIS INCLUDES . . .

charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, lando norris, daniel ricciardo

── ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

⛄ CHARLES LECLERC

“Amour, I am freezing,” you shiver, looking around your garden. It had just recently snowed, so Charles decided to drag you outside to make a bunch of snowmen.

Your garden was full of snowmen everywhere; small ones, big ones, unfinished ones. It was all fun and games until your nose started to go numb and your fingers felt like they were about to fall off, despite having gloves.

Charles makes his way towards you and wraps you in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Your lips are cold,” you mumble into his chest. He laughs, the kind of laugh that will instantly make you smile and make your body go warm. You smile at that.

“How about we go inside and make some hot chocolate, then decorate for a little while?” He suggests. Your eyes light up at his words and you nod immediately.

“Can we also put a Christmas movie on?” You ask. He nods his head and presses a kiss on your cheek, followed by a kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you, bébé.”

⛄ LEWIS HAMILTON

You woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and pancakes coming from the kitchen, Lewis’ soft hum of a Christmas song echoing in the house. A smile immediately makes its way to your face as you get out of bed and go downstairs.

He’s too focused on cooking to notice you slip into the kitchen, but he finally takes notice when you wrap your arms around his back. He smiles and twists his body so he could see you properly.

“Good morning, love, how’d you sleep?” He asks, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“I slept really well - it was pretty cold, though,” you mutter, your eyes trailing to the pancakes he was cooking.

“I know, it snowed overnight - at least it’s an excuse to stay inside together, hm?” Lewis smiles. That damn smile of his.

You smile and nod, sitting on the counter beside the oven and taking a mug of hot chocolate.

“True, true. We should probably start decorating for Christmas, too. Oh, oh! I got a new set of baubles, they are absolutely stunning! And also a new set of various ornaments and candy canes,” you ramble, your eyes twinkling with excitement. Lewis smiles at your response and looks at you lovingly.

He wishes every day was a snow day if he got to spend it inside with you, just like this.

⛄ MAX VERSTAPPEN

Max was not a major fan of going all out for Christmas. Well, that was until he met you.

“Max, pass me those ornaments, please!” You ask. The shiny, green Christmas tree was currently sat in the corner of your living room as you both decorated it, Christmas classicals softly playing in the background.

Max hands you the ornaments as he opens his own pack of baubles and starts hanging them around. Funnily enough, he puts aside all the red and yellow ones - when you asked, he claimed that they reminded him of the Ferrari colours, which were not ones he enjoyed.

“But red and yellow are basic Christmas colours!” You protested, giggling. Max shakes his head adamantly.

“Sorry, schatje, but no.”

You roll your eyes playfully as you put down your own set of ornaments and made your way over to him, cradling his face in your hand and peppering it with kisses.

“You’re cute,” you whisper as you laugh lightly at the lipstick marks on his face.

“Says you,” he whispers back, kissing your lips.

“We still need the red and yellow baubles though,” you say, reaching over to grab one of them. However, Max is faster than you, and he reaches for it first.

“Absolutely not!”

⛄ LANDO NORRIS

“You look so stupid,” you laugh as your boyfriend puts on a fake santa beard and hat he saw at the store. You were currently doing Christmas shopping, something the two of you enjoyed.

“Oh, shut up. Take a photo!”

You take your phone out as you shake your head, snapping a few photos of him. These were definitely getting posted on his next birthday.

“These are my favorite things in the world,” he says as he takes them off and placing them back on their shelf.

“Sadly, they are not what we are looking for. C’mon, we need new Christmas napkins,” you say as you pull on his arm and into a different aisle.

“Which napkins should we get?” You ask, holding out two different sets of Christmas-patterned napkins. He doesn’t respond, and you look up, expecting him to still be inspecting them - however, he is not there. Nowhere to be seen whatsoever.

“Lando? Lando!” You run through different aisles, then you find him.

You find him standing in front of the Christmas costumes aisle, looking at a huge snowman costume.

“What are you- Lando, what is this?”

“It’s absolutely amazing, darling. I think this is more important than the napkins,” he smiles as he starts taking it off the shelf. You roll your eyes and smile, unable to contain your laughter.

“You are absolutely insane.”

⛄ DANIEL RICCIARDO

“All I want for Christmas is youuuu,” Daniel sang, prancing around the house like a ballerina. You giggle at his actions as you hung the last candy cane on the tree, going back to inspect your work.

“Looks lovely, darling,” Daniel says, making his way over to you.

“Oh, I know. My most amazing piece of art,” you say jokingly as you make your way to the kitchen, getting out a box of hot cocoa powder.

“It’s perf- is that hot cocoa? Oh, this is great. Absolutely great. Where’s the gingerbread house set?” He asks excitedly, following you to the kitchen and opening multiple cupboards and drawers.

He finally gets ahold of it and smiles, placing it on the counter. Daniel was one of the most enthusiastic and passionate people you’ve ever met, especially when it came to things he loved. In this case, Christmas and sweets.

You prepare two mugs of hot cocoa as he opens the set, placing everything around the counter. You give him his mug as he kisses your forehead in thanks.

He continues to hum various songs and occasionally singing out loud as you both work on your gingerbread houses, the snow outside falling slowly.

Truly, all you both wanted for Christmas was each other. That was just about it.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc x you #fanfics #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x you #mercedes amg petronas #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #red bull racing #mclaren #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #lando norris

[wolken-himmel]

In which Cater plans a small candlelight dinner at Heartslabyul for his and (Y/n)'s one-year anniversary.

Much to his horror, everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

Request by @cynthinesia.

"What are you dressing up for, henchhuman?"

Grim shot you a curious look as you stood in front of the mirror above the fireplace in your shared bedroom. Although the surface was full of dust and grime, it was good enough for you to properly adjust and style your hair.

"Cater invited me over to the Heartslabyul dorm and told me to dress up," you explained in excitement. "I think it's to celebrate our one-year anniversary."

Previously having lain on the bed, the cat jolted upright and shot you a surprised look. "It's been that long already? Feels like yesterday when he dragged you to that hipster cafe for a date." A scowl appeared on his face, and he feigned to gag as he complained, "And the cafe wasn't even that good... Their tuna latte was atrocious."

His comment simply earned him a shrug from you. "I rather liked the mirror-glaze cake I got back then..." you trailed off, though the grandfather clock striking loudly in the living room below made you jump to your feet. With a hastened swing to your pace, you stormed out of the room. "But anyway, I gotta go now. Don't destroy anything while I'm gone."

Grim followed you out to the front door, where he innocently sat down and grinned up at you. "No promises. I might have to destroy the lock on the tuna cupboard if you don't want me to starve."

"You know that the lock is claw-safe and fireproof, so good luck."

Meanwhile at Heartslabyul, everything seemed to be upside down. Outside in the vast garden, Deuce and Ace were busy setting up a table and two accompanying chairs. Inside, Riddle, Trey, and a few other Heartslabyul students worked in the kitchen. The people cooking and baking were in full motion — the ovens were bursting with heat, and the sound of things being diced and chopped echoed through the room. Orders and questions were being thrown around. Smells — good and bad — clashed with one another.

Cater was caught in the middle of it when he entered the lively kitchen.

His eyes gazed around the counter tops as he rubbed his hands together nervously. Simultaneously, his feet carried him over to the dorm and vice dorm leader by the oven in the corner. "Riddle, Trey— How is the food going?" he asked loudly, just to be heard over all the other noises.

The inquiry made Riddle briefly stop with whatever he was doing to raise his gaze and look at Cater. The dormleader's face possessed a strange emotionless look, steely — as if he was done with life. Riddle merely said, "...adequately," before returning to work.

That was when Cater gazed down at the bowl next to Riddle and found the source of the aforementioned disastrous smell. A shrill gasp escaped his lips. "Wait, why are the potatoes black— they look like coal!" Cater cried out, looking like he was about to faint.

"Well, Rule 71 says, 'On the third Friday of the year, the potatoes must be baked thrice as long,'" Riddle explained quickly before going back to whisk the strange shiny, dark blue substance in another bowl.

Trey shot his panicked friend an apologetic look. "Sorry, Cater—"

"Forget the potatoes," Cater said after having regained his composure. "What's important is the mirror-glaze cake."

An aggressive hum escaped Riddle's lips as he poured the liquid into a smaller bowl and added food colouring. "And I'm on it." He gritted his teeth together and let out a heart-stopping sigh after a while, then admitting, "Or I have been for the last two hours! I can't get the glaze to stick correctly to the outside of the cake!"

"Riddle, it's really hard to get right," Trey comforted, and he was right.

Still, Riddle shook his head and went back to work to whisk again. "I need to get it right," he said through pursed lips. "For Cater."

For a moment, the sight of such determination and passion comforted Cater — it assured him that perhaps, tonight wouldn't be an utter catastrophe as he had feared. A grateful smile growing on his lips, he put a hand on his dormleader's shoulder. "I appreciate your determination, Riddle." Yet, Cater tensed again when he realised there was another issue at hand — the table outside. His composure slipping, he anxiously asked, "But actually, where are my two waiters—"

"Right here!" two voices simultaneously shouted from the entrance of the kitchen as they waddled inside.

The sound of Ace and Deuce having arrived initially caused a wave of relief in him, but all of that went down the drain when he turned around properly and noticed how their clothing was dirty: brown mud stains decorated their white shirts.

Cater looked like he was about to faint — again. "Why do you look like someone's dragged you through the mud!"

The first-years shot each other embarrassed glances before Deuce admitted, "...We managed to put up everything— but at a price. The instruction manual bested us."

Cater's eyes looked like they were about to fall out as he grumbled, "What—" But, a few seconds of glaring later, he realised that he was just wasting his time. Taking a deep breath and exhaling quickly afterwards, he rubbed his temples and pointed at the door. "Anyway, it doesn't matter... Just get dressed."

"Cater, sir," another Heartslabyul student announced. "The prefect has arrived."

"Oh no— but we're not ready yet!" Cater cried out and threw his hands into the air. Everyone in the kitchen shot him a pitiful glance before they went back to work, his stress wearing off on them, too. "I-I'll just distract (Y/n) while you guys make the cake and you guys dress up properly." Cater waved them off and zoomed out of the kitchen.

"Yes, sir!" everyone replied at once.

Just as Cater had exited the kitchen, he was immediately greeted with the sight of you wandering up towards him through the corridor. Once your eyes met, a nervous shiver ran down his back as he hurried over to your side. A large smile on his face, he guided you outside to the table. "Hello, (Y/n)! Nice to have you here," he said in his usual chipper tone, albeit too chipper than usually. "Come right in, this way. You know how confusing Heartslabyul can be sometimes, eh?"

However, you saw right through him.

"Cater, you're shaking," you remarked and put a hand on his shoulder when he pushed you down into your chair. "Calm down. You look like you're about to have a heart attack."

The carefree smile he had put up as a facade slipped of his face at once, now replaced by a frown of frustration and distress. Now feeling how tired he truly was, he threw himself into his chair across from you. "That's because nothing has been going right for our one-year anniversary!" he cried out and buried his face in his hands. "Our food will never be ready anyway, and the waiters I hired aren't even dressed yet."

"It's alright," you assured and smiled at him. "I'm just really flattered that you put so much effort into this."

"Of course! Our first anniversary— it has to be picture perfect!"

"Just being here with you alone is good enough for me," you replied, and indeed, the table out in the darkness of the evening with a candle to light the area — there was nothing that could have been more romantic.

And indeed, your words seemed to have reached your boyfriend. A smile on his face, he gazed into your eyes gratefully, silently thanking you for your kindness. At the same time, he extended his hand and put it over yours that openly lay on the table. For a moment, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes silently, no word needing to be said to understand one another.

That was until the mood was interrupted by none other than Ace and Deuce appearing from the darkness. "I'm sorry to say you're not alone," Deuce said awkwardly, looking like he wanted nothing more than to leave. "Can we take your orders?"

Cater furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. "Wrong timing, Adeuce!"

"But you said we should come ASAP to be your waiters!" Ace cried out in protest.

Cater exhaled playfully. "You're fired..."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x you #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #twst cater #twst cater diamond #twst cater x reader #twisted wonderland cater #gender neutral reader

[silverofthunder]

☆ plan for us ☆ part 2

Papa Emeritus I x GN Reader

summary: Primo takes Reader to the gardens and has a little surprise for them.

! This is kind of a continuation piece for THIS, but works as a separate one, too. !

content: 815 words, fluff, romance, slice of life, SFW

Here we go again! More Primo fluff as I really need some cute stuff on my blog etc. This is kind of cliche but I love cliches so... This got a bit longer than planned but hey, I'm getting my flow back, so yay! Hope you enjoy this little piece. ♡

You were walking through the gardens with Primo, hands intertwined, anticipation bubbling within you. The sun was shining high above and the scent of flowers, summer, was almost heady. You let your gaze wander around, taking in the colourful sea of flowers as you walked along the sandy path. As always, it was so beautiful. You had walked there countless times alone and with Primo, yet the sight never ceased to amaze you.

Usually, when you were walking together, you spoke of something but this time you had been quiet for the whole time. You could sense and see that Primo was getting more nervous, his hand squeezing your hand every now and then and his palm feeling warmer and sweatier.

”Hey, old man, relax a bit,” you tried to lighten the mood and gently nudged Primo with your body. Primo rolled his eyes but you could see the faintest of smile on his lips.

”You are more nervous than usual,” you stated. ”I’m starting to think that whatever you have planned, it’s something quite big. And serious.”

”Amore…”

”Yes, I know, I’ll see it soon.”

Silence fell between you two as you continued walking along the path. Eventually you reached the spot that was one of your favorites – it was also the spot where you two had shared your first kiss. You let out a sigh as Primo stepped in front of you.

”Close your eyes.”

”Okay, what --”

”Just close them, please.”

”Okay,” you said, finally closing your eyes.

You heard Primo walking farther and soon coming back, then giving you permission to open your eyes. You did so and saw Primo holding a red rose close to you. But it wasn’t the only thing. There, in the midst of the rose petals, was something shiny and you reached out to take it, your mouth falling open when you realized it was a ring.

”Primo…” you said, staring at the ring on your hand. Then you felt a hand on your cheek and your gaze moved up, meeting Primo’s eyes.

”Amore…” he spoke softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”Will you marry me?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest while your head was full of thoughts as what has just happened tried to sink in. You had expected something big and serious and this surely was both.

”I… Yes, yes!” you finally gave your answer, taking the ring and slipping it to your finger. The look in Primo’s eyes softened, a proper smile rising to his lips and you just had to lean in and give him a quick a kiss. Then you took the rose that Primo was still holding in his other hand and pressed it against your nose, breathing in the scent. Primo wrapped his arms around your shoulders, leaning his forehead against yours.

”You’re such a sappy old man,” you stated softly, making Primo laugh quietly.

”All thanks to you.”

Now you understood why Primo had had some doubts. You had never really talked about marriage – at least not properly. It had been on like ’it’s possible but not necessary’ side of the things. And you knew Primo was worried about his age and your age gap sometimes. You had also had your own moments of doubts but in the end you hadn’t wanted anything to come between your happiness.

Besides, you never knew how much time you would have left, no matter what the situation was.

”I hope your not having second thoughts,” Primo finally broke the silence, pulling slightly back so that he could look at you. You sighed, shaking your head.

”No, I’m not. I just… I never thought this would happen.”

”I could say the same,” Primo said, dropping his other hand down and taking your hand – the one with the ring – in his, brushing his thumb over the ring. ”You know, I was close to not to do this but my brothers knocked some sense into me as you would say.”

A wide grin rose to your lips. ”Of course they did.”

”Sometimes they’re not that bad,” Primo admitted smiling. ”They really have a soft spot for you.”

You hummed, shrugging. ”I guess so.”

For a moment you looked at each other and then Primo pulled you in a kiss. It was slow and sweet and you couldn’t help but sigh into it. You could feel all the love and happiness poured into it and it made your heart soar. You wrapped your arms around Primo, not caring how being close to him would only make you even more warm.

When you finally parted, you smiled at Primo and then rested your head against his chest while he buried his face into your hair and whispered a soft ’I love you’ in Italian.

You repeated those words and hugged him tighter, hoping that you two had a long way to go together yet.

#primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

[pigeonwhumps]

New Year at WRU

Sanctuary masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch

065 and 785 help staff a WRU New Year's Eve party.

3.6k

CWs: BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation, ableism, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, partly whumper POV, caning, electrocution, conditioned whumpee, collar, shock collar, abusive partygoer, non-con touch (non-sexual)

065 holds out the tray of canapés to the group of handlers, Romantics and Platonics. Well, mostly just the handlers, the pets aren't allowed to eat without permission and 065 suspects some of the handlers are enjoying withholding it.

Not many of the pets have eaten yet today, and 065's stomach twists at the smell of food. It's been even longer since he and 785 last ate.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his handler beckon and heads over to him. He's standing with a group of three strangers, two middle-aged people and a man in his early twenties, all dressed to the nines. They look similar – a family, maybe?

Once he reaches them, 065 bows slightly, holding out the tray. The guests and his handler take a canapé each. There's only two left now before he'll have to get a refill.

"Clients," says the handler, before turning his attention back to the guests. 065 watches closely, trying to read their lips – a tricky task when the light's wrong and the clients are barely facing him. At least his handler is.

"Not for sale, but... demonstration..."

The woman says something 065 can't make out, and the handler nods.

"... bonded pair... both..." 065 can barely make out anything his handler says, certainly not enough to piece together. It worries him. What are they saying about 785? What do they want? The male client nods, and the handler looks directly at 065, signing.

"Get 785, go to the stage."

"Yes, sir."

065 heads off, weaving his way around the crowd to where he can see 785 serving a group of guests. One has a hand outstretched, one of the other's head is thrown back in laughter, and 785 is standing very stiff, very still. 065 braces himself and approaches.

785 looks up.

"We're needed on stage."

She nods, and says something to the guests, accompanying 065 away from them. They look annoyed, and 065's stomach lurches. If they displease the guests they'll be punished.

Maybe– maybe they'll be happier after the demonstration.

The youngest of the clients is standing by the stage, looking a bit grumpy. 065 tries to steady his nerves as he sets his tray down, stopping far too close for comfort. It's okay, he's not allowed to hurt them. Not properly. Not here, not tonight.

_

Michael Jones sips his champagne as he watches his trainees set up on stage with the Ainsworth heir. They look good together, in their black shirts, trousers, shock collars, and shiny shoes, the red bracelets denoting their ownership status lending a bright burst of colour to the outfits. Around him, he sees other trainees' bracelets being quietly swapped by handlers as they're bought, some being introduced to their prospectives. He doesn't have to worry about that though, his trainees were custom-ordered from the beginning, he can just watch the entertainment.

The heir looks tight, angry, uncomfortable as he takes a seat beside the two kneeling trainees.

"They're a nice-looking pair," says Mrs Ainsworth admiringly, "are you sure they're not for sale?"

"I'm afraid not. Though I believe there's another bonded pair going tonight, and if it's my training you're after, if you custom order a pet from us you can request that I train yours. I may not be available though."

"We'll think about it. Let's see how well your trainees work first. What's the difference between a bonded pair and two non-bonded pets?"

"You'll see in this contest. I've requested a handicap installed, and with most pets they'd continue competing, ignoring the pet who was having a problem, but with bonded pairs, especially this one... well, you'll see what they do."

"I'm excited," says the woman. "Aren't you, Nigel?"

"Yes, dear."

They watch as a presenter describes the contest (fastest to peel the small bowl of potatoes in front of each of them – will either of the pets beat the client?). 065 watches 785's hands as she moves fast, translating the rules for him.

"What's the girl doing?" asks Mrs Ainsworth curiously.

"Translating the presenter's instructions. 065 is profoundly deaf."

"I have to say, I'm impressed with your company's efforts to include disabled pets. I suppose you have to give a deaf pet a bonded for them to manage."

Michael clenches his jaw. He has a deaf nephew who manages to live independently fine, 065 could work alone. But the clients have to be pleased. That's one commonality his job has with the trainees. "Indeed."

The three of them watch, along with some others in the hall, as the competition starts. The trainees are far quicker than the Ainsworth heir, and have peeled two potatoes apiece, three to go, before 785 stops, looking panicked. Her peeler's broken.

Just as Michael requested.

065 looks up from his peeling and sees her stopped. He frowns, and then hands over the peeler.

Mrs Ainsworth gasps in delight.

785 peels a potato and then hands it back for 065 to do one. One by one, the pair of them peel their remaining potatoes, swapping the peeler with each one.

Michael's trainees still finish before the client, both of them, and he smiles in satisfaction as people applaud politely. His pets are good at their jobs.

His smile freezes as the heir storms off stage, grabs a glass of champagne from the trainees' discarded trays and tosses it, glass and all, into 065's face.

Michael quickly excuses himself and hurries towards the stage, setting down his own glass. The boy's stormed off, and 785 is holding a napkin to 065's bloody nose.

They both look up as he approaches.

"065, go and clean yourself up," he signs, "and 785, serve a group over there somewhere. I'll sort this out."

"Yes, sir."

065 gets to his feet, napkin pressed to his nose, and exits into one of the small rooms off the hall set up for the purpose. This is the sort of thing that happens at WRU parties, although Michael wishes it didn't. It's a pain, and he doesn't like to see people damage his trainees when they haven't done anything wrong.

785 picks up a full tray of champagne and weaves her way through the hall towards a group of sponsors talking to Director Poppy Locke, head of their London branch. Good. That's good. 785 is one of their best servers, if a little clumsy sometimes, she's good for serving important guests, and if she does well tonight Michael might get a bonus, or even a promotion. He watches until she's there, and then heads to the back of the room, where the Ainsworth heir is being held by one of the Guard Dogs on security.

His eyes light up as he sees Michael.

"Your dog is touching me. Get it off me, it's disgusting!"

Michael nods to the Guard Dog, who steps back.

"Thank you."

"Not so fast, Mr Ainsworth. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What?" He looks outraged.

"You threw a full glass at one of the pets and injured him."

"But– he's only property, he's not a person! That cannot be grounds for chucking me out!"

"Mr Ainsworth, the wilful, deliberate damage of WRU property is more than enough grounds to ask you to leave. If you don't co-operate, I will have security throw you out and I doubt you want the fuss."

"Fine, fine. Fuck all of you then." He spits at Michael's feet and storms off towards the exit. Michael gestures for the Guard Dog to follow, to make sure he doesn't return.

"You and your trainee managed to control our son. I'm impressed."

Michael closes his eyes for a second, praying for patience, before he turns to Mrs Ainsworth, who's apparently followed him.

"Indeed. She's trained for the purpose."

"Hmm. I have to leave fairly soon, before Jeremiah destroys the neighbourhood, but it appears she's for sale?"

"Yes, ma'am. You'll have to speak to her handler if you want to buy her. She's over there, in the brown suit."

"Thank you. You said there was another bonded pair for sale? I did enjoy watching your trainees, and I know they aren't for sale but bondeds may be just what we're looking for."

"Yes, they're just over there." He points to two young male pets being shown off by their handler. "One's a Romantic, the other a Domestic. They had a prospective but she had to cancel the order, so they have plenty of training. If you want them you should speak to their handler."

"I think we will, yes. A Romantic. That'll stop my husband running off so much." She chuckles and her husband, hanging back, smiles a small, pained smile. Michael forces a laugh, which seems to satisfy her as she walks off, pearls jangling.

Her husband heads in the direction of the Guard Dog's handler.

God, Michael needs a proper drink. And he can't have one until the evening's over, he gets drunk too easily to be able to handle his trainees and the guests appropriately if he does, but he can smoke. He taps the nearest free handler on the shoulder.

"I'm taking a break. Keep an eye on my trainees while I'm gone, yeah? I'll make it up to you."

"Course. Go."

Michael heads out of the back of the building and leans against the wall next to a female Guard Dog trainee on duty by the door, red bracelet glowing. She straightens up.

"Hello, um..."–he looks at her wrist–"496."

"Good evening, sir."

"Have you had an eventful evening?"

"No, sir."

"Stopped many gatecrashers?"

"One, sir. They have been handed to the Director."

"Good, good." He's fervently glad he's not on the interrogation team. He wouldn't want to see that side of Poppy Locke. "I'll leave you to your work."

"Yes, sir."

Michael lights a cigarette and walks away from the trainee, looking out over the river, reflecting the lights from the glass buildings of Canary Wharf. There's stunning fireworks visible from the event building, and he hangs onto that. At least it's looking like he won't have to train pets for that ableist woman he's been entertaining. Imagine thinking that 065 can't do his work independently because he's deaf. It's just not right.

He stubbornly ignores the niggling whisper at the back of his mind that 065 and 785's prospectives could be ableist. He doesn't know. He doesn't know, and so long as that stays true, he can pretend however he likes.

He just wants to have a nice rest of the night. 065 and 785 are generally well-behaved, he can keep half an eye on them, have some champagne, talk to his colleagues. Just let him have a good night.

"Michael Jones! You're needed inside with your trainees urgently," someone shouts, rushing towards him, and he sighs, stubbing out his cigarette. Seems like luck is just not on his side tonight. What the fuck have they done?

_

785 carries her tray over to the group surrounding the Director. She knows that's likely to make her handler happy, if she serves the most important people well, and after disappointing the clients earlier she and 065 need that.

She hopes 065 is okay. It didn't look too bad, but it could be. It was enough to get the guest, whoever he was, expelled, she can see him leaving now.

She dips her legs in half a curtsey as she reaches the group. "Would you like a canapé? They're date, blue cheese & pancetta polenta stacks."

"Don't mind if I do," says a man, grinning as he takes one. The rest of the group murmurs agreement and does the same. "Ah, you already have a prospective. That's a shame. Your pets really are pretty, Poppy. What a sight."

"Well, we do pride ourselves on making our pets suit their owners' needs. And what's needed at an event like this is good-looking, well-trained pets. This is 785, combination Domestic/Platonic designation, and part of a bonded pair."

"Well. Whoever owns her is going to be very pleased, I can tell. May I touch her? I'd like to see how well you treat your trainees. You can tell from the skin, you know. Good skincare means you're paying attention to them."

"As long as you don't damage her. She's not a Romantic, Mr Haynes, and she's not for general use."

"Of course." The man strokes a finger down 785's arm, rubbing her soft skin, and she fights not to tense. It's okay, it's okay, this is what she was created for, to serve and be good. And she doesn't want to disappoint the Director. "So soft. And so well-behaved too. I'm impressed."

"Impressed enough to increase our funding?" asks the Director, half-jokingly, as the man finally lets go of 785. He takes another canapé.

"I'd love to, my dear, but I'm afraid I can't. Some of the board members are objecting sponsoring human pet organisations at all. It's a delicate line to tread. We can keep the existing funding, though."

"I understand. Fetch us some more champagne, will you, 785?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She leaves the group and heads across the room to pick up a full tray of champagne. She's getting a headache from the smell of the food and champagne and loud noises and her empty stomach is making it worse. She just wants to curl away from the loud noises, the sharp laughter that feels like it's cutting her, the itch of the tag in her shirt, the lights, even the quiet music is like a stab in her head. It's all wrong, all too much, she wants to scream.

But she's a good pet. She's a good pet, she can control herself, so she doesn't scream, doesn't run, she keeps walking, focusing on her destination, on her task.

Focusing so hard that she misses the leg in her path and trips, tray flying, crashing, glass smashing. Her knees and hands hit the floor hard, and she stays there, head bowed, trembling. Oh no. No no no.

The room's gone silent around her, only the music and the tinkling remains of the glass rolling across the floor audible.

"785, clean that up. All of it."

"Yes, ma'am."

785 doesn't look up as she picks up the shards of glass and places them on a tray. There's so much of it, it cuts into her fingers with a sharp pain that actually helps at first, turning them red, red smears on the glass too. Some of the pieces are sharper than others, but there's so much of it.

As she places a glass handle on the tray, a pale-skinned hand joins hers, fingertips smeared with blood. She knows that hand, knows the barcode. It's 065, come to help her, as he always does. As they always do for each other. Even though he's already injured.

The crowd's murmuring now, laughter and talk and entertainment starting up again. 785 just hopes most people aren't laughing at her. They're probably not, right? This party was full of noise and laughter before she made a mistake.

"785, 065, corner of the room, on your knees," says the Director briskly, and they both obey.

"You're going to punish her, right?" asks Mr Haynes. "After she spilled that all over us?"

Oh no. Oh no no no. She was close enough to get champagne on the sponsors and so that means the Director as well and nonononono.

"Of course. Both of them, because they're bonded. Techically, their handler will be the one to punish them, since they're his trainees. Now. Shall we find you some clean clothes and talk with a more competent server?"

Hurrying footsteps approach, and 785 bows lower. That's their handler.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell did you two do?"

"It– it was me, not– not 065, sir. I– I tripped over someone's leg and– and– and spilled a tray of– of champagne."

"Over the sponsors, I'm guessing? That's why they and Director Locke are practically dripping."

"Yes, sir."

"Right. With me, both of you. Jesus Christ, I thought I could trust you to behave."

785 feels a swell of guilt. "Sorry, sir."

Both her and 065 follow their handler down the corridor and down some stairs into a small, brightly-lit, windowless room, decorated like the ones in the facility. The handler slams the door behind them, and 785 can feel his seething anger, making her tremble with fear.

"Position four, both of you, opposite sides of the room." 785 obeys, kneeling by the wall, arms outstretched. "Do either of you have anything at all to add to your account of that mess?"

"Somebody deliberately tripped 785, sir," says 065, and 785 feels a swell of fondness for him mixed with trepidation, "it wasn't her fault."

"065. I don't care if she was deliberately tripped, she's the pet, therefore it's her fault. It's always the fault of the pet. And you'll both be punished, because you're bonded. An error by one of you is an error by both. I was going to persuade the Director to let you accompany me to the next event to show off your Platonic skills, no real work necessary for either of you, but you'll be lucky if she lets you work maintenance there. I–" There's a knock at the door and the handler swears. "I'll be back in a moment. Do not communicate."

The door opens and shuts, and he's gone. 785 doesn't dare look up from the floor, if she does she might make eye contact with 065 and communicate and her handler will know she's done that, he always knows if they do something wrong, she doesn't want to get them both in trouble again. But she can hear 065's shaky breathing. He's scared, and so is she, and she wants to go to him but she can't. She can only listen to his fear and hope that their punishment comes soon, that it isn't as bad as she expects.

The door opens again and the handler's footsteps re-enter the room.

"Right. Director Locke is very angry. You made an error in front of important guests, you damaged their outfits and our reputation, and you're lucky you have prospectives or you'd be Guard Dog bait." 785 shudders. "I'm sure Director Locke will order more punishment for you later, but for now you need more than the shock collar. You'll have ten lashes on each foot with the cane, and two thirty second bursts each with the shock collar. Once we're finished, I'll leave you in here until it's time for clean-up. You can do whatever you need to in that time. Take your shoes off and keep your feet together for the caning, and brace yourself however you need to."

785 scrambles to obey, taking off her shoes and socks and bracing her elbows on the floor, one hand on her chin and the other resting on the white tiles. She knows her nails will grip the floor as soon as the shock starts and her fingertips will bleed more, but at least the pain might help keep her present.

The caning to her feet is first, ten even strokes, the same time between each one, not as hard as they could be. She hisses and whimpers as the wood strikes her sensitive soles, letting out a yelp at the last hit.

And then the handler starts on 065. He yelps on the first hit, staying mostly silent for the rest except for the hitched increases in breath every time the wood hits flesh.

Once the handler's finished with the caning, a button clicks and 785's entire body lights up. She arches her back, scrabbling at the floor, trying to count but it's all white-hot agony, she can't do it, she can barely breathe. It's pulsing, pulsing, buzzing in her ears.

Eventually, the agony dies away, but only for a few moments before it starts again. It throbs and burns and fills every part of her, stripping back everything except the pain and her failures.

When she comes to there's echoes of screams in the air and she's not sure if they're hers or 065's. Maybe both. There's a bone-deep ache all over and her mouth's dry, throat hoarse. Her fingertips hurt and when she lifts them up slowly she sees that they're raw and bleeding. Sometimes her handler takes measures to prevent that but... not today.

Discipline is a necessary and humane event ensuring the continued obedience and wellbeing of a pet. She just wishes sometimes that it wasn't.

All she can hear over her own panting is 065's harsh, ragged breathing, occasional whimpers punctuating it (or maybe that's her). The room seems to be empty now, their handler gone, and she can do what she needs to. She drags herself across the room to 065, and he pulls her up, shuffling them both back against the wall.

There's a trail of blood on the white tile where she pulled herself along, and she turns away from the sight, burying her face in the top of 065's hair. He nuzzles into her shoulder, and she holds him, probably leaving bloody fingerprints on his arm. He doesn't seem to care, her shirt collar dampening with his tears.

And then he starts to hum.

He does this quite a lot, she's noticed, when he's allowed. Self-soothing, even if he can't hear it.

But she's never heard this tune from him before. It's... familiar, somehow. Has she heard one of the handlers' sing it? Or maybe it was on at the party.

"Hm hmm hm-hm hm hmm hm-hm,

Hm hmm hm-hm hm hmmm.

Hm hmm hm-hm hm hmm hm-hm,

Hm hmm hm-hm hm hmmmm."

785 smiles fleetingly. Somehow, instinctively, she knows the words to 065's humming. It starts out in her head, voice getting stuck in her throat, but after a bit of time, of 065's humming relaxing her slightly, she manages to whisper the words, then murmur, singing along quietly.

"For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet

For the sake of auld lang syne."

065 smiles against her neck as he hums. He's so close to her throat, he must be able to feel the vibrations. She continues singing, low and soft.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet

For the sake of auld lang syne."

785 presses a kiss to 065's temple. She's still scared of the Director's extra punishment, scared of their handler's anger, everything still hurts, but somehow, somehow, it's not quite so bad while she's singing with 065.

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Michael pushes back the bubble of guilt as he slams the door behind him and heads back to the party, his trainees' choked screams and desperate scrabbles echoing in his head. They're pets, who need to be punished or they won't learn anything. It's not his fault they messed up.

He accepts a glass of champagne from a trainee Domestic just in time for the countdown to start, and he watches, when the bells chime midnight and the fireworks start, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as the trainee Romantics kiss their handlers, a test of their skills (and more, judging by the gleeful and frankly lustful set to some of the handlers' faces earlier), prospectives of some of the newly-sold ones watching on or taking over. His trainees won't know it's a new year after the shock they've just had, in that room with no windows.

But then, as pets, that's not something they need to know. It's not like telling the time will be part of their skillset, after all.

And after that display earlier, he's not sure they deserve to know either.

#bbu #box boy universe #box boy #box babe #pet whump #lady whump #multiple whumpees #multiple whumpers #public whump #sanctuary pigeonwhumps #785 oc #theo oc #michael jones oc #whump writing #whump #its evil corporate party time!

[sinnoh-student]

Team Update, I Guess...?

...Okay, so. Let's start with the expected news:

I caught the Azurill! I saw her sneaking around, trying to follow me through the Marsh again this morning, but that cute little bobbing tail gave her away! It took a couple of Safari Balls (it almost seemed like she was teasing me every time she escaped!) but I caught her! She's an absolute bundle of energy - after I transferred her to a regular Pokéball and then let her out to meet her properly, she spent about half an hour just hopping around my AltariaBnB room, squeaking excitedly. I hope she doesn't have too much energy for Piplup! Below is a little video I took of her earlier. And... I've nicknamed her Bunny, because of how she hops around! She seems to like it, and she responds to it when I call her by that name, so, win!

The rest of the news is under the 'keep reading' button - don't wanna clog up your dash!

Alright, here's the second (and unexpected, even to me!): Bunny isn't the only Pokémon travelling back to Jubilife City with me today! You know how I've been temporarily catching Croagunk to take venom samples and then releasing them back to the Safari Zone? Well... One Croagunk decided that they didn't want to go back today. I think they must have seen me transferring Bunny into her permanent Pokéball, and decided that they want a piece of that action. No matter how much I tried to usher them back to the Marsh, they just sat and croaked at me.

I do, however, have another theory. This particular Croagunk... is shiny. I'm sorry, I'm sorry - I know I should've lead with that! I especially wanted to get a sample of a shiny Croagunk's venom for a side project to see how the toxins in the venom might differ between a 'standard' Croagunk and a shiny one, so when this little guy finally plucked up the courage to wander out of the long grass and start following me around, I just had to try and catch them! As for my theory, I highly suspect that this Croagunk wasn't doing too well in the wild. Their bright colouring most likely makes hunting for prey from the shadows quite difficult, and I've observed that they are really quite small for a Croagunk, even with Croagunk being quite a small species to start with, so I think it's likely that they were struggling to get by and so decided to stay with me (and my bag full of Poffins). I took a picture of them while I was trying to get them to go back to the Great Marsh, it's just underneath this.

So, yeah! All in all, an absolutely wild day today. I've got all the venom samples I needed to keep me going in the lab for a good long while, and two new Pokémon to boot! I've still got to think of a nickname for Croagunk, so if anyone's got suggestions feel free to send them in! Piplup's nickname poll is almost finished too, so he'll have a nickname by the time tomorrow's over too. I'll make an updated intro post at some point as well.

See you all when I'm back home!

#OOC: let's fuckin go!!! #OOC: emi's world is expanding for Real #pokemon #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblog #pokemon rp #real pokemon #pokeblogging #pkmn #pokeblr #pokesona #general blog #piplup #azurill #croagunk

[nvrcmplt]

"May I have this dance, please?" for Arius

The Hall wasn't meant to be this filled, though not to be bent over backwards for - Arius wasn't sure why he allowed Nunnally to tease him into being here with the masses of the Kingdom. Post-war, the money and lives of those lost were paid their true respects, buried with honours and the enemy no longer on the mind of those within these walls. Shiny halls and candlelights danced with the evening skies darkening over into a beautiful navy hue - but the sight of the inner hall still took even him by surprise. Filled with bodies, all breathing it seemed, he stood with an awkward air about him but understood that Nunnally would have it no other way.

After all, the jewel upon her neck looked good upon her frame.

The gold and white walls, the royal reds and colours of the royal family stood proudly here. The King, pigging himself stupid with merry cheer and all the grace of a divine boar. Still, a person Arius gave his respects too out of need for them to be his shield to many others who dare venture through these lands to get to his homelands. For now though - as he moved through the thicket of people - those of most who moved out of his way. He adjusted his cufflink for the nth time with a nervousness he detested to think he gained. But - with a sigh through his more fit for the occasion mask - he stared upon window view and remained in place as promised.

Music swelled and movement of the dance floor had his head turning slight - a glance to the being in white that was the only one brave enough to venture to his being always. Her frame was a sight behind, he wasn't blind to beauty - but he wasn't sure what it was he should feel for her… for many humans, these days. His emotions were less and less, the more undead he became fully - the less of his humanity remained. Her question made his brow raise - but his hand moved when she offered her own to rest his palm beneath her fingertips. Gentle as always in touching her, fragile and careful of the easily breakable.

"Just the once, Princess." He could have been smiling, his eyes did squint like most of those who grace a smile... but it was up to her to take the statement as she wished. With a guiding hand held higher and their footsteps parting the sea back to the main dance floor. Arius took note of the music for once properly. Settling on the centre dot, his hands moved with practice to settle upon her mid-back and palm to palm, allowing the music to finish it last note before moving with the next national tune of this Kingdom. Step after step, he moved with her as if he was a dance tutor, stiff and not that relaxed but still holding his own in the presence of many eyes for her…

Of white and black, the mesh of two tones and two minds were at ease in the middle of it all. Strangely enough, Arius didn't mind dancing to the whole damn song with her.

#lured-into-wonderland #« ( Arius ) » Answers. #» | × | Arius&Nunnally || The Singular Flower Of Purity In The Blood Of The Impure ||

[house-of-slayterr]

So We Meet Again:

An: This is back in time a bit again, right after Blinky first meets Macy. Still pre Selena.

Blinky’s POV:

It was almost time! I’d been waiting all day, running out the clock to go see my new friend. I’m sure my family noticed my excitement, but I was always excited. They wouldn’t question it. Or so I thought.

“Why do you keep looking at the clock Blinky Baby?” Baby asked me.

I made up a quick lie. When you say outlandish things all the time, nobody questions it anymore.

“Don’t you think that old thing is boring? Otis should paint it.”

Baby seemed to contemplate my question, taking a hard look at the old clock.

“Yeah, but wouldn’t that hide the numbers?”

I laughed.

“He can’t paint the numbers back on Baby. Unless you think your brothers illiterate.” I joked.

“I don’t know, have you heard him speak.”

I threw my head back with a loud cackle. Baby could be so judgmental when she was in one of her better moods. It was odd, but her insults were never hard hitting. Just light jabs beneath the first layer of skin.

“In my home state, your accents would be considered quite funny. But I think they’re cute.”

“Aww Blink, you’re gonna make me blush.”

I giggled wildly. It was impossible not to be giddy around Baby. She was always a fun time. Sometimes I even got jealous of her victims, they got so much of her attention. Better than being tortured by old man Spaulding. He didn’t keep people around long enough to see their personalities. He had no need for such psychological advantages.

But if there was one thing Baby was good at, it was getting under your skin. Both figuratively and literally. She was a wild card, and vastly unpredictable. No two kills the same, but each leaving her happier than the last. Baby didn’t mind killing innocents, that wasn’t a moral quandary she had. But it made her so much happier to kill a bigot. The smile on her face was contagious after she did the world of one of them.

“You could always paint the clock Blink, add some colour to this kitchen.”

I nodded.

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk.”

“Isn’t it getting a bit late?”

“Baby, this is Texas, the sun don’t set until like 8pm here. I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say kid, hey, pick me up something shiny on your way?”

“I’ll see what I can find.”

Baby hopped up from her chair and rustled my hair. I frowned cause I had just got it looking somewhat presentable.

“You’re the best Baby Blink, my favourite little scavenger.”

I swatted her hand away.

“Hey, hands off the money maker!” I laughed.

She shook her head, laughing while she left the room. I threw on one of Otis’s hoodies, and put Macy’s blade in the pocket. I’m sure Baby would remember to tell the others I went out. And if she didn’t, I could always blame it on her. After all, I did tell one of the “real adults” where I was going.

I couldn’t help but skip all the way there, humming some of my favourite songs under my broth. My outfit was more simple today. I had freshened up the stripe of pink at the front of my hair, using some beat root powder to make it more vibrant. Then I dyed some of Baby’s old white shorts so they’re be the same pink as my hair. If there was one thing I hated, it was wearing mis-matched shades of the same colour. Blues and purples were more acceptable, because their tones didn’t differ much. But warm colours could be vastly different, and entirely unsimilar. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing salmon pink with fushia. I shuddered at the thought.

My shirt was just a random old band tee baby had cut up. And Otis’s hoodie was plain black. It practically covered the shorts, but I didn’t mind. It was cozy. And despite daytime Texas being quite brutal, nighttime could get a little chilly. Especially for someone my size, who didn’t have enough body fat to properly insulate themselves.

I wore my very dirty old beat up converse. They could hardly be considered white anymore. I had switched the shoelaces out to be pink and purple. It made them look a little prettier. My hair was simple, split down the middle, with two heart shaped berets holding back my bangs. I hated when they touched my eyebrows.

I leaned against the wall, being a little early. But it wasn’t long before I heard the sound of a motor bike approaching. I didn’t even bother to hide my smile. Macy hopped off her bike, taking off her helmet and shaking out her hair like she was in some sort of movie. I couldn’t dare look away, she was memorising.

“You actually showed.” She said.

“Of course I did silly!”

She chuckled lightly.

“So, what’s on the agenda?” She asked.

I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, just excited to spend time with her.

“We could go to my favourite spot?” I offered.

“Lead the way.” She smiled.

My favourite spot was just a little ways down the road. There was a big oak tree in the centre of an empty field. But you could see practically everything from the top. We made small banter on the walk, trying to ease the tension. Most of it lead by Macy. Talking to my family was easy, but I was so afraid of slipping up in front of her. Showing her the real me, which would surly make her run like all the others had.

Otis thought I didn’t know what happened to them. But I wasn’t dense, his clothes always had a few more stains when my crushes would disappear. That was something I wasn’t willing to allow to happen to Macy. She didn’t deserve that, so I’d have to keep my distance. But three days couldn’t hurt, right?

“You good Blinky?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Just thinking about what my sister said earlier.”

“What did she say?”

“She wants me to find her something shiny, I told her I was going for a walk. Which technically isn’t a lie.”

Macy chuckled.

“You really are serious about keeping this whole thing a secret. Can’t even tell you family you made a new friend?”

“Friends don’t come easily out here. They’d be suspicious of your intentions.”

“Mmm, and what intentions is it that you think I have?”

I bit down on my lip, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin the moment.

“Kindness is abnormal round here, you could be trying to get something from me.”

I made sure to keep my tone light, and not accusatory. It was hard to control the sound of my voice, usually more devoid of infliction unless I was focusing on it.

“So you think I’m going to use you?” She questioned.

I shrugged, “wouldn’t be the first time, surly not the last. But I don’t mind it all that much. So long as I get to know you better.”

She seemed a little hurt by my words, and I felt a little bad. But she was quick to brush it off.

“We’re here.” I said, pointing to the towering tree.

“Wow, that thing must be ancient” she said.

I laughed, moving forward and reaching up to the lowest branch. With a little jump I wrapped my hands around it, swinging back, and then forward to swing myself around and land on top. I looked down at Macy, we’ll hardly even down, at this branch we were practically the same height. I leaned my back against the tree and crossed my arms to attempt to look casual.

“Showing off are we?” She mused.

“I don’t know, was that cool?” I asked sincerely.

“So cool.” She laughed.

She climbed up the branch after me, and in that moment I decided to make it a contention. Sure, she was strong, like impressively so, but that meant more weight. Weight could slow you down. I was as light as a feather, and my joints didn’t much care for the laws of physicals. I could dislocate things at will, in a pinch if I needed to.

She seemed to catch onto my challenge as I was three branches above her.

“Oh you little shit, get back here!” She laughed.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

She was gaining on me and quick. But I’ve climbed this tree a hundred times, I knew all the good branches. When we met near the top, she grabbed my wrist, almost causing me to tumble. But she was quick to catch me and pull me to her chest.

“Woah, that was close.” She said.

I took a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. But was it because I nearly just fell to my assured death, or because I was so close to her. I could feel her breath on my face. It smelt like peppermint and old tobacco.

“You smell nice.” I said, before I could stop myself.

She laughed airily.

“Thank you.”

I hurried my face in her chest out of embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be shy Bumble Bee, that will only make you more adorable.”

It felt like someone had maced my face, I was so hot. I just grumbled some words into her chest, before finally pushing away and finding my footing. I looked out over the field and her eyes fallowed.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t it odd how things can feel so small from up here? Raccoons look like ants. Is that how I look to you?”

I hadn’t meant to tack on that last sentence out loud.

“If you’re an ant, then you must be the queen. Cause I would follow you anywhere.” She said.

Was she trying to kill me? Because it was working. I felt like I forgot how to breath.

“Hey Macy?”

“Yes?” She turned to look at me.

“When you go back home, will we keep in touch?”

“Do you want to?”

I nodded softly.

“What if it’s boring on your side of Texas?” I said, as if that was the most natural explanation.

“Oh trust me, I have plenty to keep me occupied over there.”

I frowned, which she seemed to notice.

“I just meant I’m busy is all, my brother and o practically do everything around the house. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to.”

“Perhaps we could exchange letters.”

“Who raised you, the founding fathers. There’s phones now Blinky.”

“Oh.”

“Wait, you don’t have one do you?”

“Nuh uh, only the house phone.”

“Well then, letters it’s is, but I’ll give you my number just in case.”

“Ok.”

I didn’t mean for it to sound unenthusiastic, but o was still processing the entire conversation.

“So this is like, a second date right?”

“If you would like it to be, then yes.”

“I think I would like that very much.” I said.

We stayed up in that tree to watch the sunset. It was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Other than the colour of the sunset reflecting onto her face. That was what really made me breathless. I climbed down much more carefully, it was dark now. When we got down to the last few branches, Macy picked me up, cradling em to her chest and jumped down. A small rush of adrenaline shot through my body.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, I normally wasn’t so into kissing. But I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her chin towards me and smashed my lips into hers. She froze in shock for a second, before hungrily kissing back. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, my head was spinning the whole time. When we finally pulled away, she leaned her forehead onto mine, laughing softly.

“What was that? Carful little rabbit, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

I was glad the sun had set, cause my face was beat red. Why was she so effortlessly flirty. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, suddenly being too overwhelmed which she took note of. Letting me nestle into her neck.

“Let’s get you home yeah?”

I just nodded. Coherent thought had still yet to catch up to me on the ride back to our spot. I leaned up against her bike as I tried to calm my racing heart.

“It’s ok Blinky, I’m not upset with you. You just startled me is all. But it was a very pleasant surprise.”

I nodded. Her face scrunched up in thought.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye.” I finally said under my breath.

“Hey, I’m just a few city’s away ok. We’ll talk, I promise.”

“Promise?” I said, holding out my pinky.

“On my life.” She said, locking her pinky with mine.

She kissed the back of my hand for good measure.

“You should head back, it’s quite dark now.”

“Goodbye Macy.”

“Goodbye Blinky”

An: Just wanted to write something short and fun after the last one lol. Not Macy and Blinky have officially established their relationship. But Macy has to go back home to Tommy, boy is a mess without his little sister 🥺 she can’t beat up Hoyt and Monty if she’s not there.

Tag: @oceansrose2002 @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

#Macy love-Hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #house of 1000 corpses au #firefly family au #blinky firefly #Blinky #Francesca firefly #lesbians #sapphic

[billiejeanenthusiast]

List of random thoughts 5/7/23

I’m now kind of an adult in the workforce and I have yet to need to transition my make up or clothes “from day to night”. Magazines really lied to me.

I honestly need a Taylor code. Not just bc I really want to see her live. I do. I really do. But bc I just need one good thing to happen to me in life. Lately it’s been rough.

I’m surprised the White House didn’t have a cocine scandal before. It’s literally called White House with the amount of high stress and high stakes I’d bet good Lokey it’s harder to find someone NOT doing cocaine than someone doing it.

I just saw a hot silver fox in his 50s dressed in a crisp shirt and suit pants parking his black Vespa next to the restaurant in my building. And that whole situation is so: Mediterranean summer at lunch hour.

I love Hart of Dixie. The show. I could write an essay on it. I’ve rewatched it so many times. I guess sometimes I’m just nostalgic for living in such a close knit community and small town.

Saturday morning I’m gonna step on that plane with a never bigger mix of emotions. How can I both love to return to a place and have someone absolutely ruining it for me so much I dread going back. I’m so happy to return. But I have the biggest stone in my stomach over it. I hate this feeling.

I hate the 2024 f1 calendar. Not bc it’s bad. But bc my life is so chaotic and I just can’t plan anything. And it makes me sad.

I should’ve taken a pill for my headache before I went to the post office. There’s just one person working and 11 people and it’s SO SLOW

I genuienly do think I’m someone who is happy just with the little things in life.

I GOT THE ERAS TOUR TICKETS CODES FOR SALE….and then immediately I realised that means nothing bc there’s still the whole war of actually buying the ticket.

I think I’ll probably sob through a solid 5-6 songs on that concert.

I think I’ll download glitter conspiracy videos to watch on my flight home.

Or actually no. It’s right the morning after Speak Now TV comes out. I’ll just spend the 45min listening to that.

It scared me that I’m 26 and I don’t feel a day older than like 23/24. I don’t know how to explain it. I’m scared to even say it to people. I just…is there something wrong with me? I blame COVID. I lose two years of my life.

I don’t think there is a single type of chocolate inverted that I would not like. Chocolate and shiny jewellery is the key to my heart. And no I don’t care that it sounds or is basic. Give me a pretty bracelet and some Belgian chocolates for an anniversary or just random day and you will get the freakiest dream come true sex of your life.

I feel like lately the whole universe has been a bit unhinged. Everyone and everything just seems on a looser tether. I can’t properly put into words the feeling but everything feels like it’s way closer to an edge than it was and that balancing on that edge is wobbly. People are more unhinged. The universe and what’s happening. A bunch of people I know have been having the most awful period of their lives. Others have been up to things the fbi couldn’t even come up for a fictional scenario. I too am a bit victim to this. I feel like I just …care less about any perception of me than ever before.

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This is for putting on the straps around massive recycled cardboard crates. It was originally used for a flat metal strip that was put around the bale and tightened by pulling backwards and forwards to tighten it. When the strap is tight, the handles open sideways and a metal clip is inserted and closed onto the metal strapping, holding it firmly in place. This is now done in exactly the same way but using a nylon strap which is fused with heat to seal it.

It caught my eye how the new machine has changed only slightly but they still used the same technique they have always use. Showing me that it does not always have to be something innovative to make it work and does not necessarily have to change if it works perfectly.

This is the modern version of it and how it is used, It is still used with the same technique but the metal strips are now nylon. The main part that interests me is how the technique has maintained the same but the machine has slightly changed. As I mentioned before, if something works there is no need for it to be changed.

Once I had realized what that object did I suddenly remembered that there is a baler where I work, I didn't realize it was the same thing until I found that behind it are the nylon straps that pull all the squashed cardboard into a cube. This baler squashes all the cardboard that is put inside of it and also wraps it up.

And these 3 objects all do the same to obtain this final look.

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-Bearly a door handle

This is a peculiar door handle that I came across when I travelled back to Spain and visited a friend at his home. It is a door handle in the shape of a bears head that has very detailed factions. The set back eyes give it a haunt look, but with a comforting feel.

The door handle made me see how people tend to open the door because of the places it is worn and polished. I saw how they opened the door and all grabbing the ears and putting the palm of their hands on the nose, making these parts shiny.

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Coming across this door stop me in my tracks, the simple but effective idea is ingenious and practical. It also felt welcoming and fun. The metal was cold to touch but the detail was incredible. Experiencing the fun you can have with an everyday object that does not take itself very seriously will bring a smile to the users face.

I realize we should try this approach on many more everyday items instead of sticking to the normal and copying what was done before.

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Coming across this artist, that interested me because of how simple his work looks but also at the same time so deeply detailed and how he plays with lights in the dark. Even though this painting is done just with simple lines anyone can tell it is Paris. These lines resemble the light and the shadow at night in Paris.

I felt myself drawn into the picture, it was like it was alive, I could almost feel the hustle and bustle of a busy Paris nightlife.

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A Japanese artist of the 20th century called Takashi Murakami is a very interesting artist who can make really complex drawings out of one simple design, I relate this kind of art to Lego as I mentioned earlier because of the fact both situations start with one block/image that builds up into a complete work of art that can appear complex to those who don't look further the what they initially see. This also reminds me of LEGO bricks that are a simple little piece of plastic but if you put them all together you can create amazing structure that would be very complex. But are they actually complex? I think that they can be considered simple because they are made out of many of the same thing. Not to me confused with a building because it is much more than just bricks. -Deco Art

Having studied leather as a material has made me focus on leather when I see it, having seen this art deco chair showed me what I had learnt from it. As leather is such a formal material it makes it look much more professional. The leather is complemented with two side arms wich are made out of chromed metal and creates the perfect balance between futuristic and tradition.

The aerodynamic look expresses the change in attitudes from the Victorian times to the exciting 1920s art deco revolution.

-Jacques Émile Ruhlmann

The 1920s deco-furniture was a prime example of sleek and functional designs that covered a complete range of items over the decade, such as chairs,display cabinets and tables. A prime example of what Art Deco means would be the designs of the designer  Émile-Jacques Ruhlmann that created magnificent and beautiful chairs and tables that resembled incredible curves in furniture and how remarkably perfect and refined his furniture were. I particularly like a writing table he made because of how he made the support of it a semicircle. This particular one is veneered in macassar ebony with the working surface covered in a calf leather which gives it that professionalism that the simple things need.

-Brutal chairs

Adding some chairs for some reason makes me think it is more comfortable than without it.

-Slick chair

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There isn't really anything fascinating about this chair/sofa but I like how it is made and how it is simply a block with a curve in it. The dark colour gives it some formality and slick. -Awkward cutlery

I'm starting to realize how simplicity really draws my attention and how unique I think it is. Seeing this cutlery does make me doubt if it would work or not but even though it is simple you can easily tell what they are and what they are used for.

-From studying to eating

This is an innovative idea, changing everyday objects into useful and reusable everyday items.

The simplicity of this idea appeals to my past experiences of working with plastics, from changing one object into something functional. It has also made me look at everyday objects and wonder if they could be used or adapted slightly for another use.

-Simple sink made luxurious

The marble looks really nice in this bathroom and is really big, I like that you wash your hands in like a puddle. This makes it a weird way of cleaning them but because of how it looks it makes it look formal/posh. Some things can be a simple structure with and easy way of using but because of the material it completely changes how we view it. Certain materials make simple structures look more complex.

-Re-Sizing

I came across these hangers when I went to IKEA, I thought they were such a fun way to change the regular hangers we see everyday. These little changes can make an impact in the way places are decorated. What I find most interesting about this is how resizing things can give them a different use and change its original one.

Having different type or chair for a different hanger in a different room can help with the decoration and ambience of it. -Bending the light

Although this is nothing new and can be found in any household, the multitude of lights hanging together just seemed to spark up my imagination. Even though the picture does not do it justice it shows that simple things above your head don't have to only be functional but can also be beautiful as well. This made me think that making lights more elegant and better looking will also encourage people to look up as in this modern society everyone looks down and do not experience the beauty that is often above them.

This has shown me how the smallest of details can really make a difference.

-Is this jewelry?

This is a company that does very brutalism orientated jewelry in my perspective. Lots of their jewelry is ordinary but there are some things that stand out like this bracelet. The first time I looked at it I thought it was metal but when I looked it up I realized it was leather. The materials it is made out of are leather and sterling silver for the adjustment system. This bracelet is the kind of thing I think about when I hear brutalism. Making this out of materials that aren't usually used for that type of thing.

It interests me how people make things like jewelry out of materials that I would never have thought about to make it.

-How times have changed

Watches live on our wrists, in our pockets and we think very little of them in general. But they are works of art inside and out. They have been put into space and deep in the ocean. It shows it items can be functional tough and beautiful as well.

Watches are actually a very complicated device in the inside but on the outside they make them look like something very simple and easy that are just 2 stick pointing and two numbers.

-Don't get mad

This is a product called the Wastebasket. It is made out of Eco-friendly plastic and rubber. The colour and shape immediately caught my eye and had to look more into it. The idea of this project was to try and calm down anger or create a product that can feel fun and joy in the act of throwing when angry. The designer looked for a humorous design so it could allow joy and fun to reduce anger.

What interested me the most was the backstory to this product, because the first time I saw this I just thought it was a table which was a bin. Once I had read into it I was even more interested and I eventually found out that it was designed by joom design located in Seoul, Korea.

This made me realize that just because something looks like it has an obvious use to it, it does not mean it is for that use.

-Keywings

This idea really intrigued me because of the simplicity of it and how effective it is at the same time. Something that is so basic and helps so much. When I came across this at a key shop, immediately I thought how good this idea was. I have struggled sometimes opening a locked door because of the size of the key, so this product is something that would help me.

The fact that it is just a key attatchement and not necessarily part of the key makes it so much better by being able to remove it and add it when pleased. Having been in that situation really makes me interested about the object.

Having seen how efficient this product really is makes me realize how small details and difficulties can be solved in a simple way to make some ones life so much easier.

-Fusion

While I was making my waste not project I realized how beautiful the combination of all the colours of the bottle caps wore. How all of the caps melt together and formed a sheet. Once I put light through it it created this really call pattern that also made this cool colour on the walls. That made me think about using the knowledge I got from this project to make more things from recycled plastics, expanding, experimenting and bring new life to these throw away items that no one gives a second look.

-Simple is perfect

Simplicity shows elegance and understanding with a few lines and curves. No one would be in any doubt of what this sign means and what its intended use is for. Most people wouldn't even notice this small detail but for those who use it makes a difference. The fact that it is cut from metal gives it some permanency rather than just a sticker on a sign. Putting a little extra effort and detail into the most normal everyday objects can make things stand out in an artistic and open minded way.

-LEGO

I have always played with LEGO as a kid and I still really like them, but I feel that simplicity really does have a space in it. These are just blocks that are different shapes and sizes and such simple things, but as you put them together you create incredible structures that can be very complex.

A LEGO structure is simply something made out of lots of simple little blocks. it isn't as real life structure that is more that just brick, when it comes to LEGO it is only the blocks that create the structure.

In conclusion, a set of simple things doesn't make something complex.

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Signature Hermès luggage such because the Kelly and the Birkin can go for tens of 1000's of dollars however are definitely worth the price due to first-class design and quality that lasts many years. My bag have been so good and I even have a authentic one to compare it to. I even took the replica bag to my Hermes store and my SA didn’t even notice. Hi don’t speak a lot 😂😂😂 sometime I actually have a feeling he don’t care on your money. Of course, centimeters alone don’t describe the shape differentials. The Pochette is a bit more of a rectangle, while the Mini Kelly, with slanted edges, is trapezoidal. Nevertheless, each luggage have a flat extensive base that enables it to face on its own. Accompanying the brand new blue magnificence right now are Miss Rose Extreme, a Mini Kelly 20, with the Special Order Kelly 25 Sellier Black Chèvre with Rose Pourpre inside hovering within the background. I will certainly cope with this firm once more. Received watch in 1 day..looked like never used..also surprised to receive additional first time purchase $50 discount. wikipedia handbags By far the best online firm that I truly have ever used. True Facet's customer support is really exceptional. All gadgets are pre-screened for authenticity before being permitted onto the Hewi platform. Sellers aren't paid until a buyer has confirmed receipt, or a time-frame has passed to ensure you can at all times flag if any points come up. Authentic Hermès handbags have a date stamp embedded into the leather-based that signify the 12 months a purse was manufactured. These are additionally known as Blind Stamps or H Stamps. Some of these are completely beautiful, however the Pliplat is not aesthetically appealing. Also, the Verrou Chaine Mini hardware jogs my memory of one of the ten locks on my Aunts’ house in New York. And now that I actually have all 4 clutch types I ever needed from Hermes, you are most likely questioning if I have a private favorite… and yes, properly yes I do…. For me, it would have to be the Kelly Cut, for all the explanations I truly have talked about above. Neither bag is easily obtainable, though we now have seen more Mini Kelly 20s than Pochettes in latest times. Mini Kellys also appear more well-liked on social media or no less than extra hyped up than the Pochette. Whichever you select, the Hermès Kelly shall be a timeless and well-loved addition to your collection. This well-liked Hermes Kelly Pochette Bag from iconic Kelly Bag Collection, you struck gold, for certain. The leather-based detailing on my LV Pochette Metis Monogram knockoff can be fairly impressive. Basically, the bag comes with mild cream colour leather-based in probably the most female and alluring shapes potential. This is a completely origainal design of bucket bag sample. Free obtain sample, Add to buying cart and select free checkout to get them.Free patterns are very different from gather patterns, it .. The Kelly Cut has a pointy rectangular shape and is longer and thinner than the Kelly Pochette. Although the Kelly Cut is usually seen as extra elegant, both types are elegant and versatile, transitioning from day to nighttime effortlessly. The Hermes Kelly clutch value retains its worth due to the rarity and high demand. Certain leather varieties and colours are solely utilized in certain years, and you'll tell if a Hermès bag is real if the leather, shade, and blind stamp coincide with one another. One important thing to note about the blind stamp is that it additionally coincides with the type and color of the bag’s leather-based. This is as a outcome of Hermès baggage don't include authenticity playing cards in any respect. Its modest measurements come right down to 9.eight x 7.5x three.5 inches. https://skel.io/replicas-hermes-bags/replica-kelly-pochette.html It may not appear much, but it's a lot for ladies with a practical fashion sense. You can squeeze about something inside- your telephone, wallet, make-up, fragrance and different woman necessities. Because whenever you say Pochette Metis, measurement loses its importance. Things like fashion and design take over proving that big bags are overestimated.

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