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reunionatdawn · 2 months
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My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 4: AM Alois/Byleth)
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Maybe this is cheating. I already chose Dimitri as the best partner for Byleth in AM. And you can't get the Byleth paired ending with Alois at the same time as the paired ending with Dimitri. But hear me out.
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Byleth: Actually yes. Alois: Ooh! So, who is it then? Someone I know? It is, isn't it? Captain Jeralt, listen up! I'll ensure that your daughter is matched with none but the worthiest partner!
Since he is a happily married man, Byleth has a completely platonic relationship with him. Even his S-Support at the Goddess Tower does not rule out a romantic tryst with another character later. If you're playing as Female Byleth, he even promises Jeralt that his daughter will be matched with none but the worthiest partner.
(Crimson Flower) When all of the fighting was over, Byleth embarked on another wandering journey as a mercenary. She traveled all over Fódlan, following her father's steps. When she at last drifted into Remire Village, she was reunited with Alois, who had moved there with his family and was now living on a farm. On Alois's advice, she decided to stay a while, and before she knew it, five years had passed. She fell in love with a kind man in the village, and they had a modest wedding. It is said that Alois was so overcome with emotion on that day that his weeping could be heard from anywhere in the village.
And in CF, Byleth marries a kind man in Remire Village, completely ruling out Edelgard and anyone else in the Black Eagles army (lol). If Alois is recruited in CF, he will express doubts about whether he joined the right side. So, it is not surprising.
(Verdant Wind/Silver Snow) After the war, Byleth ascended the throne of the United Kingdom of Fódlan, and Alois retired from the Knights of Seiros to serve the former professor. Alois became the new leader's right hand, and his duties in that respect kept him busily engaged all over Fódlan, giving all he had to support his/her reign. Alois's cheerful character was beloved by his subordinates, who rallied behind him to create the most numerous order of knights in all Fódlan. It is said that Byleth relied on Alois as though he were his/her own father.
In VW/SS, there is no mention of her getting married, which is consistent with SS's lack of a lord and Claude's departure. And given Claude's shady behavior (he couldn't even attend her coronation?) it makes sense that Alois would not be supportive of their marriage.
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(Azure Moon) When Byleth took on the role of archbishop in Rhea's place, she reformed the order of the church little by little. Eventually this included the Knights of Seiros, and Alois was named captain and the archbishop's right hand. The captain's duties kept him busily engaged all over Fódlan. His cheerful character inspired those under his command, unifying the Knights of Seiros in a way they had never been before. The archbishop relied on Alois as if he were her father, and Alois in turn treated her like his child. It is said that Alois was so overcome with emotion on the archbishop's wedding day that his weeping could be heard through the applause.
His AM paired ending is actually the only one that implies Byleth got married to another playable character (and the route's lord is the default romantic partner for Byleth). And this ending also tops off Alois's character arc the best, too. He achieves his dream and surpasses Jeralt, while at the same time standing in as a father figure.
If you get the Alois/Byleth paired ending, Dimitri's solo ending doesn't contradict him marrying Byleth. So, my headcanon is that both S-Supports and paired endings are true. Alois is Byleth's right hand, and he gave her his blessing to marry Dimitri in AM, and bawled at their wedding.
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abookishdreamer · 25 days
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Character Intro: Pherusa (Kingdom of Ichor)
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Nicknames- The Golly Goddess, Bearer of Fruits by the people of Olympius
Mom by her daughters
Age- 37 (immortal)
Location- Arcadia, Olympius
Personality- She's a bubbly goddess with a carefree aura. She's creative, free-spirited, & close to nature. She's a lesbian and is casually dating.
She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of substance & farm estates her other powers/abilities include karpokinesis (fruit manipulation/generation), juice manipulation, limited photokinesis, being able to telekinetically control farming equipment, limited chlorokinesis (as it pertains to hay & grass), and limited atmokinesis.
Pherusa is the mother of the seasonal goddesses- Thallo (goddess of spring & new growth), Auxo (goddess of summer, vegetation, & plants), and Carpo (goddess of autumn & fruits).
She lives in the state of Arcadia in a french style cottage. There's a few acres of farmland along with a LARGE orchard (meant for fruit production). The interior design of the cottage is very romantic and provençal with a mix of vintage and country furniture pieces, a color palette of cream, beige, tawny, pale blue, & pastel yellow, artwork with pastural or natural themes, natural hardwood flooring, and toile de juoy patterns on wallpaper & curtains.
In addition to the farm animals, she has an animal companion- a female griffin named Honey. Honey is Pherusa's usual mode of transportation when traveling great distances, like visiting her daughters in New Olympus or visiting faraway friends. She mostly gets around in her classic 70's style bright orange VW beetle.
She always starts of her mornings with a session of yoga.
Instead of lotion, she moisturizes her skin with coconut oil.
Pherusa loves her "chickadees." She doesn't play favorites and loves her daughters equally. Pherusa not only makes it a priority to spend time as a family, but also individually- whether it's surfing with Auxo, bike riding with Thallo, or going to the farmer's market with Carpo. They also play music together with Pherusa being a featured artist on The Gypsy Belles' bonus track "Prairie Poets" on their album A Vintage Year.
She can play the acoustic guitar, autoharp, & the dobro!
A typical breakfast for her is belgian style whole grain waffles topped with cottage cheese, sauteed apples, maple syrup, and cinnamon sugar along with a fruit salad parfait & scrambled eggs added with sausage, onions, peppers, and tomatoes. She also likes several slices of lightly toasted white bread topped with butter & different kinds of fruit marmalades. From her own cereal brand her favorites are the summer berries flavor, the vanilla spice flakes, the apple cinnamon o's, and the oatmeal peanut butter.
Pherusa keeps her red hair in a neck length lob. She likes the Glory's Crown citrus and herbal musk shampoo & conditioner as well as the apricot oil hair spray.
Instead of perfume, she prefers to use fruit essential oils (behind her ears, inside her wrists, on her ankles, between her bosom, and on the side of her neck). Her favorite essential oils are the pink grapefruit, passionfruit, cherry, & apple.
Pherusa's closet consists of form hugging dresses, wedges, platform sandals, flowy mini skirts, bright colors, bold patterns, high waisted flare pants, and peasant blouses.
A go-to drink for her is her homemade carrot juice. She also likes coconut water, watermelon juice, citrus infused mineral water, iced tea, peach lemonade, ginger ale, pomegranate tea, lychee-passionfruit boba tea, red sangrias, aperol spritzes, orange soda, appletinis, cherry sazeracs, seabreeze cocktails, and champagne. Usuals from The Roasted Bean include a large iced green tea & an olympian sized fruit punch splash.
Pherusa's favorite makeup products to use is the Olmorfia blush powder in "strawberry crush", the plumping lip glaze in "persimmon" (a bold reddish brown), and the Museology UV liquid eyeliner in "electric shock", a bright neon yellow.
Her ultimate guilty pleasure is a large pizza topped with pineapple, yellow peppers, & jalapeños.
Pherusa's primary source of income comes from her cereal brand Golly Grains, the 2nd most popular after Earthly Harvest. Golly Grains' animated commercials and online ads are quite popular as well as its slogan- "A golly way to start your day!" To help out her daughters, she models for their clothing brand Treis Epochés.
From The Bread Box, she likes the chicken salad sandwich along with a watermelon feta salad.
Some of her favorite frozen treats include pineapple coconut ice cream, mango sorbet, and pomegranate sorbet.
In the pantheon Pherusa has a deep friendship with most of the agricultural deities like Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture) and Eunostos & Promylaia (goddesses of the flour mill). Pherusa is the noná to Krysothemis, the daughter of Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest). Her best friend is his sister Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest). Pherusa loves traveling to Eleusis to see her, looking forward to her delicious corn pudding! She even views Eubouleus (god of the swine & ploughing) as a father figure. Pherusa is also friends with Kéfi (goddess of mirth), Apheleia (goddess of simplicity), Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), Anatole (goddess of sunrise), Damia (goddess of naturalness), Elais (goddess of oil), Nymphe (goddess of self-care), Rhapso (goddess of sewing), Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music), Livádi (goddess of meadows), Eváeros (goddess of air & the zodiacs), and Záchari (god of confectionery).
She loves snacking on plaintain chips.
Her and Thilasmós often bond over about the attention and comments they get due to their ample chests.
Pherusa went to New Olympus Fashion Week for the first time last year when Rhapso got her & Eváeros exclusive front-row tickets.
She appeared once in a nude spread for Zeus' mens' magazine. Her photoshoot "broke the internet" for a few minutes when the images made its way on Fatestagram.
Some of her favorite desserts are Záchari's honeyed fig crostatas (dusted on top with an extra helping of powdered sugar), Eváeros' ambrosia salad, Karme's peach bourbon upside-down bundt cake, and the orange lemon pound cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.
As for her love life, Pherusa is enjoying her singledom and meeting new people. Her last serious relationship was with an anthousai named Amaryllis. Pherusa has a few dating apps on her smartphone- also having gone out on more than one date with a maenad named Odette. A couple of moths ago Pherusa flew to Cyprus to hang out with Philotes. They had fun at a nightclub, got a bit tipsy, and ended up making out on the dancefloor. Things got steamier when Philotes went down on her in the nightclub's bathroom. Days later, Philotes reached out to her to "clear the air" with them admitting their attraction to each other. Pherusa was taken aback when Philotes offered up the idea to sleep with each other while her husband Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity) watches, without participating. She hasn't given her an answer yet.
Pherusa has a growing collection of Diamond Ave. fruit themed jeweled clutches. She herself was able to get the orange slice one (which costs 4,000 drachmas) while Karme got her the peach shaped one. As a summer solstice gift last year, Rhapso got her the pineapple shaped one!
In her free time she enjoys sunbathing, gardening, swimming, cooking, baking, bike riding, reading, shopping, spending time with her daughters, golf, fishing, and spending time with her friends.
Her favorite meals include chilled peach soup with fresh goat cheese, roasted lamb chops with a cherry glaze, and coconut chicken curry with white rice.
"If you eat today, thank a farmer."
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evita-shelby · 1 year
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Of Gods and Witches
Chapter 4
M-ish 🔞
Taglist: @v3d3rl1cht
(Yes, Guatemalan-Puerto Rican Actress Afria Arjona is my faceclaim for Eva)
Vw: mentions of sex, animal death, previous attempted sexual assault
Gif by @queenlagerthaa
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She was born in December 1st 1896 to Henry Smith, the son of an English Romani woman and her Irish Traveller husband, and Isabel Riley, the youngest daughter of an Irish born Mexican war hero and his wealthy Spanish-Mexica wife.
She was supposed to be born December 12th, but someone had wagered ten thousand pesos that her mother could not get the next Pope to baptize her child.
So with the help of castor oil, Eva’s mother’s waters broke inside the Sistine Chapel.
While the circumstance of her birth was no coincidence, the fact that Isabel went into labor underneath God’s Creation of Eve was.
And so, the witch named the only child who inherited her gifts and all the luck in the world ---as well as the money Isabel had won with her cunning---, Eva Leonor Smith Riley.
It was that luck that kept her alive and would keep her so.
“I used to have a cacatúa with feathers like that.” She said as she stroked the feathers on his ankle wings making him groan in arousal and laugh at her words.
Eva was supposed get up and look for her clothes, but then she finally had a chance at touching his wings.
She had felt them brushing against her legs on occasion, hearing them flutter a little when they fucked.
For a moment the witch wondered if he’d take off when he came. This he had laughed at when she told him.
“What happened to it?” K’uk’ulkan asked amused and looking more disheveled than her.
His jewels and accessories had been strewn about when both god and witch gave into their lust and tore each other’s clothes off.
K’uk’ulkan was to be her first and her last, and even if she survived and lived long enough to marry, no man would ever compare to him.
“Got eaten by a black jaguar. My grandmother’s hacienda borders the jungle, and I thought I was doing a good deed by releasing it into the wild.” She answered sheepishly and he chuckled at her anecdote. “A very stupid thing to do, I know, but I was a child of nine.”
And a very odd thing to say to a man when you had done this with the intentions of taking him into your mouth, the witch thinks. Spirits, why was she even telling him this? This was supposed to be just sex.
“If you keep touching my wings like that, you won’t be able to walk for days.” He says so crudely, as if the witch didn’t want that to happen.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Kukul.” She smirked and lifted herself over his chest until she is just a whisper away from his mouth.
He doesn’t like the casual use of the nickname, made her call him Namor as he took her when she struggled to get pronounce his three-syllable name.
“Don’t call me that, wàay.” His hand, warm and calloused like that of a farm hand came to her neck.
She stills, but he doesn’t register that she is not comfortable with that.
Had she been different she would’ve found it erotic.
But she is Eva, and Eva has enough baggage to fill one of her family’s cargo ships.
“The last man who put his hand around my neck ended up with my hunting knife embedded in his skull.” She breathes out and he releases her, his hand moving upwards, to thread itself with her hair and pulling her to his mouth.
She doesn’t mind the hair pulling, not when she gets to pull his in return. His hair is soft, she had expected it to be coarse from the salt, but he had hair as smooth as the dandies who spend thousands of pesos in French hair products.
K’uk’ulkan kissed her deeply, he likes to kiss with tongue, taste her until she must pull him away because she can’t breathe.
He didn’t have such weakness, K’uk’ulkan was more god than man and she was his worshipper, his priestess, his witch.
“You are a dangerous one, aren’t you?” his voice alone is enough to make her come undone; he is as perfect as a lover as he was a stranger.
“You have no idea.”
He leaves without so much as a goodbye, why would he, this had just been them giving into the pull they felt towards each other.
Two lonely souls who have been drawn together just for a perfect moment.
But the witch can’t help but smile when she finds the two-strand pearl necklace forgotten under her silk robe.
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joywolff · 11 months
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For My Mommy On Mother’s Day
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Mommy and I celebrated Mother’s Day a lot yesterday and a little bit today. I’ve never felt more love for my mommy than I did yesterday. Hot. Summer in Seattle. We sat together outside one of our favorite bars. I bought her beers. Technically, I bought them with money she gave me because my mom is in charge of adult things like money but still the waiter thought I paid. I drove her home in the cute little red VW bug and there’s little my mom values more than a designated driver.
I called her mom. She referred to me as her child. I wore a thick Crinklz overnight diaper with a stuffer and a clown onesie as a shirt. We talked about my diaper dilemma, of course, I wasn’t going to be alone with my mommy for hours and NOT talk about being little. ;-) We didn’t have a scene though. Talking about diapers, summer trips, my stepdad, long covid, plans for the family farm, the new puppy all blended into one big flow.
We always have a power dynamic. She’s always my mom, even if she isn’t holding my hand while I make the potty face. She’s always the person who knows the most about me—I don’t tell her everything about my life but I know I can tell her anything. Especially about all the complex feelings I have about potty training.
Yesterday, I felt supremely close to this remarkable human. We transcended our roles, our past and shared our stories. I know a day will come, soon, when we argue and another day will come when we’re expecting intimacy and we mess it up. My whole life I wanted nothing more than to curl up with a mommy and nurse, to lose my potty training, to age regress and know what it really, truly felt like to be a baby again.
Almost seventeen years ago, that dream came true. And now, another dream, hazy like the IPAs my mom adores, is our reality. Life is good. I’m the luckiest little in the world.
Let's figure out how to help you have your dreams come true. I really appreciate the re-blogging and I'd love to hear from people who are ready for reality. Thanks for reading.
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April Camp Nanowrimo project 2022 - Scrapbook of the Unexplained
A cryptid researcher traveling the country in her VW bus searching for proof that the creatures in her family's stories are more than legend, the victim of a childhood kidnapping who has spent the rest of his life wondering what really happened and struggling to deal with the strange events that follow him, and a farm kid looking for more than the only world he's known all his life, while trying to keep the monster lurking under his skin a secret.
The unlikely trio, thrown together over the course of one summer by their shared interest in the unknown, find themselves caught in the middle of a dangerous secret the small town they've made their way to is keeping.
Genres: Horror/Suspense, Fantasy (Is Midwest Gothic a genre?)
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wendyeve24 · 8 months
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Up To Heaven and Down To Hell
Chapter 7: Smoke on The Water (Part 2)
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(Please take heed to the warnings and please know that there is a lot of smut in this chapter. Also Ashtray and Gia are both sixteen by the way. Anyways, please enjoy Part 2! Part 3 is going to be posted next!)
Virginia was beautiful. Lexi and Fezco had been in Ethan's VW Beetle Bus with their friends and family for hours. They had decided to have everyone come along with them to unwind after such a horrible time in Cincinnati.
Everyone else was arranged to stay at a nearby motel while Ethan drove Lexi and Fez to check out the farm.
"Alright, we're at the motel! Everybody who isn't Lexi and Fez can see their way out before I take them to the farm." Ethan said with a smile.
"Drive safe, babe." Kat said as she kissed him and got off of the bus.
"Finally, we're here." Maddy said as she rolled her eyes and put her sunglasses on as she strutted off the bus.
"Thank God! My ass is asleep." Elliot said.
Jules and Rue couldn't help but stare at Elliot's ass in his bell bottoms as he got out of his seat, the two of them following him, not realizing they were both staring at the rockstar's ass the entire time.
"You kids be careful." Marie warned.
"We will, Marie." Lexi replied.
Ali helped Leslie off of the bus while Gia and Ashtray were still talking in the back.
"Y'all gonna get off the bus or are y'all comin' with us?" Fez asked with a raised brow.
"Alright, we're gettin' off the fuckin' bus. Damn." Ash said as he grabbed Gia's hand and the two of them left the bus together.
"I wanna see some cows!" Faye said excitedly.
"I don't have a cow, but I got somethin' you can milk..." Custer said as he started to tickle Faye before she playfully ran off the bus in a fit of laughter as he playfully howled and chased her.
"I hope she don't get pregnant next." Fez said.
"Yeah, let's hope not."
Ethan turned around in the driver's seat.
"I think we have one more passenger, you guys." He mentioned.
"Mom!" Lexi went to the part of the bus where her mother was asleep with an empty can of beer in her hand.
"Uh, Fez can you-"
"I gotchu."
Fez helped carry Suze off of the bus and handed her over to Ali and Leslie who had offered to keep an eye on her.
"Thank you Mrs. Bennett." Lexi said.
"Anytime Lexi." She replied.
"Alright, you two ready to check out the farm?" Ethan asked as Fez and Lexi got back on the bus.
"Yup!" Lexi replied.
The bus started to move again and Ethan turned the radio on as he got to the highway.
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John blasted through the radio speakers as Lexi and Fez looked out of the window and saw nothing but fields of golden wheat around them on the highway as they got closer to the farm.
Ethan pulled up on a back road and drove down the dusty path, the fields of wheat dissipated and rolling green hills with a meadow of fresh daisies and dandelions surrounded them. A field of sunflowers was nearby as well as Ethan pulled up to the farm house.
"It's absolutely gorgeous here." Lexi said in awe of the lush greenery surrounding them.
"I think the temporary grounds keeper has been keeping this place neat for a bit. That's why it looks so tidy. He called me early this morning before we left Cincinnati and he told me that he left instructions on how to take care of the grounds here. He's got a new job out in the Midwest somewhere and so he won't be taking care of this place anymore. You two will be in charge since it's gonna be your place." Ethan said.
"We can't thank you enough Ethan. We gon' keep this place in tip top shape, man. Don't you worry bout that. It's the least we can do since you literally are givin' us a new start." Fez replied.
"No problem, man. No problem at all. Alright, let me show you around." Ethan said as he parked the bus on the dusty pathway before getting out, Lexi and Fez followed him.
He showed them the farm house first. There were rustic wooden walls, empty picture frames, pristine yellow countertops, the kitchen had white linoleum floors and white appliances. The living room was small but had a dark brown couch, a yellow lamp, floral curtains at the window, white shag carpeted floors, a TV, and a radio. The master bedroom was pretty sizeable, it had a big bed with floral sheets, a gold colored railing headboard, a radio, some small closet space, wooden floorboards, and the other two bedrooms had a similar look but with smaller beds. The windows in each bedroom looked as if it had been cleaned recently. The two bathrooms were white, shiny, small yet spotless.
"So, what do you guys think?"
"I love it. What about you Fez?" Lexi said.
"I think it's the best fuckin' house I've seen." Fez said honestly.
"Oh, I'm glad you like it! Alright, we're gonna go out on the back patio here and right through that white picket fence gate is a path that leads us to the barn, a coop, a pig pen and a field of cows, goats and sheep." Ethan explained as he led them to the back portion of the property.
They didn't walk too far, but when they got near the barn, they saw a green tractor, a plough, a freshly tilled field, a green pasture with a few cows, goats and some sheep, the chicken coop was on the opposite side where the chickens were clucking as they saw Lexi, Fez and Ethan walk past the closed and latched coop, the pigs were across the way from the chickens and were oinking and rolling around in the mud happily.
There was a water well near the barn with a bucket.
Ethan opened the huge red barn doors and there was bails of hay, a wagon, a couple of horses, farming tools, buckets, wooden stools, gardening tools, and pitchforks. There were saddles near the horse pens as well.
After petting the horses and brushing them a bit, Fez and Lexi were led back to the farm where Ethan pointed out a wooden door attached to the back of the house, he opened it and there were concrete stairs below leading under the house.
"And this is your pantry." He said.
There was shelves of food in jars, mostly pickled foodstuffs and there were boxes of empty mason jars. Cans of preserved food and a bag full of packaged seeds. The pantry was dusty and only had one light source which was the dangling light bulb from the ceiling, but it was quaint. In the corner was a sack of potatoes and on the opposite side of the wall was a metal box with dials and a red lever on it.
"What the fuck is that?" Fez asked as he pointed it out.
"That my friend, is the backup generator. Only use it when you have emergencies and genuinely need the power to be on. I have to warn you, the location of this place is pretty damn close to Virginia's Tornado Alley, so if you ever see some Tornado watch or warning on your TV or hear it on your radio, get down here, lock that pantry door, hunker down and turn that generator on immediately." Ethan instructed.
"Yeah, I gotchu." Fez said as he nodded.
They all went back upstairs and walked back down the dusty path to get back to Ethan's bus.
"There's a general store a couple of minutes north of here. It's pretty standalone, so you won't miss it."
"Thank you so much Ethan. How can we ever repay you?" Lexi asked.
"No need. I've got everything I've ever wanted. So, are you both gonna get your bags and unpack and settle into your new home? Or did you wanna hop back onto the road with me and pick everybody up so they can see this place?" Ethan asked.
"I think Fez and I will stay here, settle in and everything." Lexi said.
"Sounds good. I'll be back with everyone depending on how slow or fast they decide to move." Ethan said as he got back into his bus.
Fez and Lexi got their stuff and set it down outside.
"Thanks man, drive safe!" Fez said as he waved at Ethan who waved back as he backed out of the dusty path and drove down the dirt road out of sight.
"I got all our stuff, ma." Fez said as he started carrying their suitcases up to the house.
"Really? You don't want me to carry anything?" Lexi asked concerned.
"Nah baby, I got everything. Only thing I want you to carry is our babies, ma."
Lexi giggled.
She could hear a baby goat in the back and after she was in the house with Fez who had closed and locked the door, Lexi looked out the back window to see the baby goat suckling from it's mother before it started crying again.
She turned and followed Fez to their bedroom where she unzipped her suitcase after he sat it down and started to put her clothes away in the nearby drawer.
Fez put his suitcase down and turned the radio on. The Beatles song I Want You (She's So Heavy) started to play. He then turned to look at his wife when he saw something.
"Lex?"
"Yeah?"
"Did... you get somethin' wet on your shirt?" Fez asked concerned as he looked at his wife.
"No? Why?" She asked confused before she looked down to see a wet patch where her nipples were.
"What the Hell?" She said as she rushed to the bathroom.
"Uh, baby? You need somethin'?" Fez asked.
"I... I don't know."
"Whatchu mean you don't know? What's goin' on, ma?"
Lexi emerged from the bathroom with her shirt off, her tits showing.
Fez smiled before realizing that her boobs had gotten bigger, they were fuller and... they were leaking milk.
"I'm lactating, Fez. Gosh, this is so-"
"Fuckin' sexy is what it is."
"You... you think it's... you think it's sexy?"
"Ain't nothin' sexier than us bein' on this farm alone for the first time, and you makin' milk Lexi." Fez said with a sensual look on his face as he approached her.
"Hmmm... you know... we haven't celebrated the fact we're having triplets yet... and we're in our new place..." Lexi said thoughtfully with a grin.
Fez started taking his clothes off before he kissed Lexi.
"Let's christen our new home, baby. And let's celebrate." He said after the kiss was broken.
Lexi took her bell bottoms and panties off before Fez lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he leaned her against the wall, her back against the wall and arching as she felt him start to suckle her left boob, drinking her milk.
"Fezco! Oh!" Lexi moaned as she leaned her head back against the wall, crying out as she felt her husband take her left boob in his hand and squeeze her milk into his mouth.
He swallowed it all, some of her milk dripping down his beard before he took her right boob into his mouth and suckled her.
"Oh Fez! Harder! Oh suck it harder, please!?" Lexi begged as her hand was against the back of his head.
He suckled her harder which only made her cries louder.
After a few minutes, he let her tit go with a pop before he held her in his arms, carrying her downstairs to the dining room.
"Fez? Where are we going?"
"I told you, I wanna christen the house." He replied as he sat her down on the edge of the table.
"Oh, baby... here?"
"Any surface in this place I can get you on." He said with a smirk before he teased her pussy with his cock, rubbing it against her wetness.
"Oh fuck! Fez... please don't tease me! I'm so sensitive today..." Lexi whimpered.
"The more sensitive you are baby, the better it is." He replied before entering her.
She was wet and tight... tighter than usual. He rubbed her clit a bit and she shivered in pleasure.
She definitely wasn't lying, she was really sensitive today.
"Fuck! So fuckin' tight baby... ooh shit!" Fez cried out before he started thrusting in and out of her.
"God yes! Fez! Ohhhh!" Lexi moaned as her toes curled as she felt him move inside of her.
Fezco thrust into his wife at a steady pace before moaning into her neck.
"Mama takin' Papa's cock so fuckin' well." He grunted.
"Ooh honey! Yes! Ah... Fez...?" She panted out.
"Yeah... baby, mmm fuck! W-What is it?" He said as he kept thrusting.
"Couch... take me to the couch... want you to eat me out." She whimpered.
"You fuckin' fearless Lexi. C'mere girl." Fez said breathlessly as he held her and carried her to the couch, setting her down gently and pulling out of her. He then spread her legs wide as he got down on his knees, tonguing her wet pussy and flicking her clit with his tongue, his wet beard tickling her perineum.
"Oh fuck! Fez!" Lexi cried out.
More milk began leaking from her breasts due to how turned on she was.
He stuck his tongue into her opening before pinching her wet milk covered nipples.
Lexi bucked her hips so his tongue could hit against her insides.
"Mmm..." Fez moaned into her pussy which only made her moan more.
"Oh Fez! Oh baby! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Lexi cried out.
Before she came, Fez took his tongue out of her pussy and replaced it with his wet milk covered fingers as his tongue licked a stripe downwards to her asshole.
"Oh Fez! Lick me right there! Don't stop!" Lexi cried out as her husband kept eating her ass and fingering her pussy.
"Fuck! I'm cumming!" Lexi sobbed at how amazing it felt before she ended up having her orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as she finally came hard.
After she was finished cumming, she took a breath. She wanted Fez to cum too.
"You liked that, ma? Want me to eat your ass more often?" He asked with a smile and a raised brow.
Lexi giggled.
"Yes... Oh God yes. That felt absolutely amazing, baby." She said as she put her legs down and kissed him.
"I wanna make you cum Fez. Come on." Lexi added as she got up and grabbed his hand. He stood up and followed her to the bathroom.
She got on her knees on the cold floor and started sucking his cock.
"Oh shit! Lexi!" Fez cried out as he felt his cock twitch in her mouth as she sucked him off.
He watched as she slobbered on his cock, her tits still leaking milk which only managed to turn him on even more.
"Yeah baby, just like that... Oh fuck!" Fez moaned.
Lexi took his cock into her throat for a bit before removing her mouth from it, stroking his cock with her hand instead.
She looked up at him.
"Fez... have you ever... uh... back there... I-"
Fez gave her a look of confusion before chuckling hard before coughing a bit.
"Lexi... you tryin' to ask me if I ever... had my ass ate before?"
"I... y-yeah..." Lexi said nervously.
"Nah. But... there's a first time for everything, ma." He said as he scratched the back of his head.
"Okay..." Lexi said as her husband kissed her and turned around, bracing himself against the bathroom countertop, sticking his ass out before feeling Lexi spread his cheeks.
"You sure you wanna try this, baby? It's my first time doin' this too."
"Yeah. I wanna try it... I wanna make you feel good, Fez."
She couldn't help but smile as she gazed at his hole before she decided to test things out with an experimental lick.
She heard a breathy moan come from his lips.
There wasn't much of a taste... but... licking her husband's ass... there was something so taboo yet sexy about it... and it made her want to keep going... but only if he wanted it.
"Did you like that?" She asked.
"Lexi... you fearless. Do it again baby." He requested, as he panted.
Lexi licked him up and down continuously this time, and she heard him moan as he bucked his hips and stroked his own cock.
She kept licking before she heard his moans of pleasure get louder.
"Oh... you really like it, don't you?" She asked with a smirk.
"Baby... get on this fuckin' sink. Now." Fez said breathlessly.
Lexi got up and did so, spreading her legs before Fez entered her.
"Shit!" Fez groaned.
"Fezco!" Lexi cried out.
Fez kept thrusting as their moans resounded throughout the bathroom.
"Cum for me baby! Come on!" Lexi moaned as she rubbed her clit.
"Fuckin' shit! I'm gonna cum baby!" Fez groaned before he felt his balls contract and his cock twitch inside of his wife before he shot his seed deep inside of her as she had her second orgasm.
"Fuck! Oh honey! Yes!" Lexi cried out as she came.
They were both breathless in the bathroom of their new home. Fez caught her lips in a kiss, she kissed back passionately.
Unfortunately their moment in the afterglow would be cut short due to their friends and family outside knocking on the front door to the house.
"Don't worry, I've got an extra key." Ethan said as Maddy stopped knocking on the door and stepped aside.
The front door opened and everyone was in awe about how quaint the place looked.
"Shit..." Fez peeked out from the bathroom door before closing it and locking it.
"Our clothes are upstairs!" Lexi said out of realization.
"Guess we gon' have to stay trapped in here until they go outside and explore the rest of the farm, ma. I ain't goin' out with my dick out and I for damn sure ain't lettin' nobody see you like this, Lex."
"But Fez we have to get our clothes, they're gonna know we're doing something without clothes and they're gonna put two and two together." Lexi said quietly.
"Shit, you're right. What do you think we should do?"
"There's towels under this sink right?" Lexi said as she quickly started to think.
"There is... Ohhhh... you wanna act like we just took a shower together and-"
"Yup. Wrap this towel around your junk and I've got the other towel." Lexi said as she opened the cabinet under the sink and handed a towel to Fez.
"Damn you're fuckin' smart." Fez said as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
The couple had soon wrapped themselves up and left the bathroom together.
"There you are! We were all looking for you guys! Hey! I found them! Told you I'd find them first! Gimme my twenty bucks Rue!" Jules said excitedly.
"Why the fuck are you both in towels?" Ash asked as he came back downstairs.
"We wanted to take a shower after a long ass trip, bro." Fez replied.
"You both fucked didn't you?" Rue asked.
Lexi blushed. She was glad her own mother was passed out somewhere drunk so she couldn't hear this conversation.
"Rue!" Leslie said.
"Mom, it's obvious!" Rue replied.
"Guess we got found out, huh Lex?" Fez said sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head.
"Were you both christening the house or some shit?" Maddy asked with a smirk as she gazed at them from her spot on the couch.
"And what if we did?" Fez asked with a raised brow.
"Y'all are fuckin' disgusting." Ash said.
"Sex isn't disgusting, Ash." Lexi said.
"Yeah, she right. Sex ain't disgustin' bro. You lucky that when we were christening the house, we didn't fuck in your room, man." Fez joked.
"Gross!" Ash yelled.
"Besides, one day you gonna be havin' sex and I bet you you ain't gon' think it's disgustin' then." Fez added.
"I'd rather become a goddamn monk." Ash retorted.
Gia couldn't help but giggle and shake her head before going out into the backyard to see the animals, and get away from the embarrassing conversation going on in the house.
Ash saw her, and glared at his brother.
"Anyways y'all are still fuckin' gross!" Ash said as he went outside.
"Okay, now since the kiddies are gone, where did y'all fuck?" Maddy asked.
"Maddy!" Kat chastised.
"We don't kiss and tell." Lexi responded.
"Oh it seems like there was way more going on than just kissing..." Elliot answered.
"You're one to fucking talk." Ali muttered.
"I agree with Elliot, spill the fucking beans!" Custer said before taking a hit from his lit joint.
"I'm goin' upstairs. I don't need ta hear this." Marie said as she quickly went upstairs.
"Y'all really wanna know that bad?" Fez asked their friends with an amused gaze.
"Actually, Marie! I'm coming with you!" Leslie called after her, running upstairs. Ali shook his head and wordlessly followed her.
Lexi was beet red at this point.
"God, do we wanna know?" Ethan asked.
"Hell yes, like of course we do. We asked. Duh." Faye replied.
All of their friends were waiting on the couple's answer.
"We... fucked... in the kitchen." Lexi finally admitted.
"Ooh kitchen sex, that's fun!" Maddy said.
"On the dining table..."
"We like, have to eat there! Cool." Faye said.
"In the bathroom." Fez said.
"Ah, standard... but still hot." Elliot said.
"On the sink."
"You fucked her on the sink!? Okay now that's hot!" Rue exclaimed.
"Where else?" Kat asked.
"In our bedroom against the wall."
Their friends nodded, impressed.
"And? Is that it? I hope that's it..." Ethan said.
"And... the couch." Lexi said with a smirk.
Maddy's smile immediately turned into a frown.
"What the fuck!? I'm sitting where you both fucked!? Ew! Damn! Your brother was right! Y'all are disgusting!" Maddy screamed as she immediately got off the couch as everyone burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Well, you guys asked..." Lexi responded with a smirk as she grabbed Fez's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom so they could get their clothes back on.
Leslie came downstairs with Ali a second or so after Lexi and Fezco headed upstairs.
"Rue? Is Gia still outside?" Leslie asked.
"Uh, yeah I think so. Why?"
"Just wanted to make sure she doesn't get lost. This property is huge."
"I'll help you find her." Ali said.
"I think they went to the barn." Elliot said.
Leslie headed outside with Ali and went over to the barn.
They both heard rustling sounds as they entered the barn.
Ali grabbed a nearby pitchfork, just in case.
They approached the part of the barn where they heard the noises and went around the corner to confront whatever was making that noise when they screamed at what they saw...
"Mom!?" Gia yelped out in surprise.
"Gia!?"
Ash and Gia were in the hay in the barn, and Ash was on top of Gia.
"Uh... Hi Mrs. Bennett?" Ash said sheepishly before standing up immediately in the hay, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His pants undone and Gia's shirt was unbuttoned.
"I uh... I can... explain?" He said with a nervous chuckle as he saw a very pissed off Leslie Bennett in front of him, her hands on her hips.
Cassie had woken up... miraculously. She had a hangover and didn't remember anything from the previous night.
She woke up looking like Hell and she slid out of bed, her body hitting the floor with a loud thud.
"I'm sorry!" She said... to no one. It was the afternoon, Nate had left earlier for work and she was at home, hungover, horribly injured and left to clean up an extremely messy house.
Cassie somehow managed to get to her feet and limp downstairs. She had managed to get outside eventually, to the in-house doctor whose house was in the backyard. Thankfully, the doctor was in.
She knocked on the door a few times and he opened it in absolute shock and horror about how terrible Cassie looked.
"Come in Mrs. Jacobs. Please sit down, my god. What happened?" He said frantically.
"I... I can't-"
"Please, don't speak. Your neck it's horribly bruised. Your windpipe and vocal chords could be damaged." The doctor said.
He examined her from head to toe and gave her the medical attention she needed.
"My babies. Please... check on my babies." Cassie croaked out.
"Of course!"
The doctor fired up the ultrasound and hooked Cassie up to it in order to view the babies.
"Mrs. Jacobs... I... I'm so sorry. I thought there were two in there... but now, it seems to only be... one."
Cassie laid there on the medical table and brought her hands up to her face as she sobbed... she had known that something was wrong, but she hadn't even been able to trust herself to try to save her own babies... now, one of them was gone.
"Do you need me to call someone? I can tell your husband about this horrible tragedy... he must know about this as well-"
Cassie shook her head vigorously.
This was one huge thing that Cassie was intent on hiding from Nate... she knew that if Nate found out about this, her begging for him to kill her and his beatings he inflicted upon her the previous night would be nothing compared to what he would actually do if he did indeed find out about this... she knew that he'd definitely fucking kill her and make it look like an accident.
She was determined to hide this from him at all costs.
"Alright. I'll do what I can in order to have you be in less pain. Your other baby is doing perfectly fine however. You've definitely got a strong miracle child, Mrs. Jacobs. Whatever happened to you... your body is far stronger than you might think it is. Is there... anything else I can do to help you? I've... I've never known Mr. Jacobs to harm any woman but... he obviously did this to you... and I know it isn't my place but... do you need me to call someone to help you? It can be completely anonymous, he would never know."
Cassie was touched by how the doctor was willing to help... but she knew that there was no helping this situation, she needed to be perfect for Nate so he wouldn't do this to her again... she needed to please him wholly.
"If I need your help, I'll let you know." She croaked out as a few tears fell from her eyes.
Faye and Custer were exploring the pantry underneath the house with Fez and Lexi and everyone else... Leslie came over with Gia who had hay in her hair and Ashtray who had hay all over his pants with Ali in tow. She was very visibly upset.
"Marie! Fezco! Rue! Can I talk to you all please?" Leslie said urgently.
Faye looked towards the pantry entrance and started smoking a cigarette, this time she had Parliament Cigarettes, Custer had bought them for her at the motel.
"What's going on?" She asked in her naturally confused tone.
"No clue. Hey are those peppers in that mason jar?" Custer asked as he began looking at the jars.
Fez, Marie and Rue went up the stairs to talk to Leslie.
"What is it?" Marie asked.
"Your grandson, Ash was having a romp in the hay with Gia!" Leslie said.
"Ash! Bro! Is that true? I mean it looks like it is, since y'all both are fuckin' covered in hay..." Fez said with an incredulous look that evolved into a smirk as he looked at his brother.
Ashtray glared at Fez.
Rue started trying to pick some hay out of Gia's hair.
"We were just playing around mom!" Gia said.
Leslie shook her head.
"Alright, how bout we all cool our jets and regroup to talk about this?" Marie suggested.
"Fine." Leslie said as she walked away, frustrated.
"I need a fuckin' drink." Marie said as she walked away as well.
"Okay they're gone. Now tell us what the fuck happened?" Rue asked excitedly.
Gia took a deep breath before pulling her sister aside away from Fez and Ash.
"Ash and I... kissed."
Rue gasped.
"You little bitch! You guys only kissed, right?" She asked.
Gia nodded... though that wasn't the truth.
Gia and Ashtray had explored the barn. She had been enthralled with the horses and had been petting them when he had come up behind her and awkwardly gave her a back hug... though he had accidentally put his hands on her breasts... and though the moment was awkward, she didn't mind it... in fact she liked the feeling of his hands on her breasts.
Gia had turned around before Ash let her go, thinking he must have done something wrong, and if she punched him in the face right now he'd probably deserve it. But that punch in the face never came... instead Gia kissed Ash and though he was stunned as she kissed him, he liked the feeling of being kissed... and so he kissed her back. Their first kiss, in a barn... in Virginia... with horses staring at them.
Eventually the kiss had gotten heated and though neither of them knew what to do next, they knew that there was an unexplainable aching in their bodies that exuded heat and they wanted to soothe that ache with each other.
"Um... well? What do we... do?" Gia asked hesitantly.
"I... I dunno what to do next. I mean... I read Playboy Magazines and snuck into the theater to watch Deep Throat back in '72 but... this feels... different." Ashtray said.
"Well... what happened in that movie, maybe we could replicate it?" Gia said.
"Fuck if I remember, I was 11 and it was dark as shit in there. Nothin' but people either sittin' back watchin' in awe or tryin' to fuck in the theater seats. All I remember was some brunette chick with big tits in the movie kept suckin' dudes dicks." Ash replied.
Gia couldn't help but giggle.
"I don't have big tits and I don't know about sucking dick but... maybe we can try some stuff out? See what happens?" Gia suggested.
Ash nodded before kissing her again he then picked her up.
"Ooh! You're stronger than you look." She said with a giggle before he set her down in a pile of hay and started kissing her neck.
"You ain't got big tits, but they still perfect." Ash said before kissing her collarbone.
"Ash..." Gia moaned.
Ashtray grunted before running his hand along her waist and stomach before going up to her breasts.
"You had your hands there earlier, it felt really good." Gia said.
"I did?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Shit I-"
"It's okay, Ash. Touch me... please?"
He nodded and started to grope her breasts through her clothes.
Gia moaned.
"Feel good?" He asked.
"Yes!"
They kissed again and Ash was fully on top of Gia. He started to unbutton the buttons on her shirt so he could play with her breasts.
Gia had reached a hand to his crotch. Ash was hard.
She rubbed his clothed crotch with her hand before reaching to unbutton his pants.
The both of them were panting, their arousal strengthening with each passing second. Ash had even started grinding against her a bit, causing them both to release breathy moans. They were about to continue until Leslie and Ali had interrupted.
"And I'm still fuckin' hard too!" Ash said in a frustrated tone to his brother.
"So you was tryin' to fuck Gia in our barn without any fuckin' condom and absolutely no idea of what the fuck you was doin'!?"
Ash glared at Fezco.
"So if you got far enough, you ain't think of any consequences of anything at least once?"
"I wanted her bro and she wanted me!"
"Ash! Don't be a fuckin' dumbass. Man, what if you did somehow figure out how and where to even stick it in at... you go on from there and then after all of that shit, you accidentally knock her up? What happens then?" Fez asked in a serious tone.
"I'd be a daddy. Shit, that's what happens then."
"No bro! You gotta take responsibility! If you knocked her up you gotta be there for her and for that kid! Trust me, I know. Three of 'em are already in Lexi's belly. You gotta be smarter about this shit, man. Now go take a cold fuckin' shower 'cause seein' you wit an erection in your pants is disturbing as fuck."
Ash flipped Fez the finger and went back into the house, slamming the screen door as he did so.
Lexi had overheard everything and couldn't help but chuckle as she approached Fez.
"Whatchu laughin' at, ma?" He asked.
"Just... the fact you already sound like a dad. The babies aren't even here yet and their papa already sounds like a dad."
"Well, he needed to hear that shit. And if we have boys, imma say the same thing to them." Fez said as Lexi gazed at him with a thoughtful look.
It was the evening and everyone had to say goodbye to The O'Neill's.
Suze hugged Lexi after she woke up after being drunkenly knocked out for most of the day.
"I'll drop by tomorrow with everyone to see you." Suze said.
"Okay, but mom?"
"Yeah, hun?"
"Please be sober."
Suze smiled and nodded before hugging Lexi again before getting back on the bus.
Gia had given Ash a quick peck on the cheek before Leslie pulled her onto the bus.
Custer had Faye against the bus and was making out with her.
"Hey Custer we're leaving, man!" Elliot said as he held Rue's hand as Jules side eyed them both as she walked past them.
"Mmm, go ahead... I'll... mmm! Stay here." Custer said in between his makeout session with Faye.
"Custer! Get your ass on this bus!" Ali yelled.
Custer almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Ali yelling and gave Faye one last kiss.
Before he could turn and leave however, Faye grabbed his hand and started to suck on his fingers.
"Ah fuck, I'm in love with you." Custer whined as he turned back to face her.
"I know, I'm in love with you too." Faye said with a grin.
"I'll be back tomorrow babe." Custer said.
"How many like, hours is that?" She asked as she let go of his hand that she had had in her mouth.
"Way too many to be away from you." He responded.
Faye grinned again before reaching down underneath her sundress and taking her lacy pink panties off, handing them to Custer.
"A keepsake." She said sensually.
Custer brought them up to his face and practically inhaled them before throwing his head back and groaning in pure satisfaction.
Faye giggled.
"Fuck you're too damn good to me." He said before stuffing her panties into his pocket, giving her another kiss and running to get on the bus.
"She must have a magical pussy or something." Maddy said as she shook her head in disbelief before turning back to Lexi and Fezco.
"I'm so happy for you guys. I really am. You deserve all of this, you really do." Maddy said as she hugged Lexi.
"Thank you Maddy." Lexi said as she hugged her friend back tightly.
"And also... I recommend putting a towel down when you fuck on the couch." Maddy added as she smirked and patted Fez on the shoulder playfully.
"Yeah..." Fez replied as he nervously chuckled.
Maddy shook her head with a smile on her face as she turned to get on the bus.
"Hope you guys enjoy the place! I'm probably gonna be driving us here tomorrow. Give Ethan a break." Kat said.
"Yeah that sounds great. We'll see you tomorrow. When are you all gonna be heading out of Virginia?" Lexi asked as her hand nonchalantly went to her pregnant belly.
"The day after tomorrow." Kat replied before getting on the bus.
Ethan waved at the O'Neill's before backing out of the dusty pathway and driving back to the motel with everyone else.
End of Part Two!
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What Happened to the VW Bus? Is It Coming Back?
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Actually, nothing happened to the VW bus. It just became less popular, temporarily, in the United States. And yes, it is coming back in a big way!
After the 1970s, the U.S. shut down VW bus manufacturing since the popular van was no longer was able to meet new safety and emissions standards. Production continued in Brazil, however, until 2014, when Brazil enacted new standards that the current model of the bus couldn’t meet. When that happened, the German production factory shut down its production after 63 years – the longest running time of any vehicle ever.
Now, many people are excited to learn the Volkswagen Bus is coming back next year, in 2024 – as the ID. Buzz (yes, that is its name!). It’s electric, eclectic and brings back a hint of the hippie movement psychedelic nostalgia with its neon colors: tangerine, lime, grape and more. Volkswagen is hoping to once again earn the respect and admiration of a new generation of car buyers.
One reason the VW bus became obsolete was its failing safety measures. No matter what you choose to drive, being safely prepared for the road by purchasing affordable car insurance will ensure your favorite vehicle never goes out of style.
The Peculiar History of the VW Bus
Although many people in the U.S. think of the iconic Volkswagen bus as the original hippie van from the 1960s, it has a different association in Europe, where it was born in Germany in the 1940s. Colloquially called the VW Bus in America and the VW Camper in the UK, the Volkswagen bus was modeled after the German Plattenwagen, a vehicle originally made to carry car parts. Dutch businessman, race car driver, winemaker and Olympian Ben Pon, always looking for something new and already selling the hugely popular VW Beetle in the United States, saw the Plattenwagen during a tour of the Volkswagen plant in West Germany one day and the lightbulb went off.
The Beetle paved the way for what was known then as the VW Transporter, later called the Volkswagen Microbus and then, in later years, the Bus. In the 1950s when the Transporter hit the market, buyers could choose from 8 different models, all designed to answer a specific need. Today, there are more than 15 variations of the Transporter (or T models) on the market.
For example, the Kombi VW bus featured removable rear seats so consumers could use the van to carry cargo (and people). A variety of side windows options also made an appearance during these days, with a low-end version offering 11-15 windows spaced around the van and high-end versions offering 23-window VW buses. Early models carried a hard to clean split front windshield, earning it one of many nicknames, “the Splitty.” Volkswagen did away with this unpopular feature, creating a solid front windshield.
In Europe, families and friends used the popular bus for camping trips, as did Americans, who also plastered peace signs all over it and drove it to see Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead. Europeans turned it into an ambulance, and everyone used its large interior for deliveries and carting stuff around.
In the 1960s, things began to turn around in the U.S. market when people became more concerned with vehicle safety and emissions – and something known as the chicken tax.
Chicken Tax
The Chicken War started when American farmers adopted poultry factory farming practices in the 1950s. Soon, chicken was being exported to Europe in mind-boggling numbers – which didn’t sit well with German farmers. Feathers flew and, as a result, high tariffs were implemented on imported chicken in Europe.
In America, the United Auto Workers were threatening a strike over the importing of the popular Volkswagen Type 2 pickup truck.
In response to both of the above, President Johnson imposed a 25% tax on imported light trucks. Called the Chicken Tax, it’s still in effect today. The effect on the Volkswagen is, in order to avoid the Chicken Tax, the vehicle cannot be sold as a truck or any kind of commercial vehicle.
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Today’s Volkswagen Bus
Today, three different iterations of the VW bus are on the production line at a plant in Hanover, Germany. The model year T6 continues to be built with a van platform but is ceasing production with the new ID. Buzz. This is its last year. The T7 is a medium-sized Transporter with a large cargo area marketed as a plug-in hybrid. And the newest member of this family of unconventional members is the Buzz, due in the U.S. in 2024.
In Europe, the electric Buzz rolled into the market in 2022 and found new categories to master, including as a police car, a school bus, a postal truck and much more. But in America, the Buzz will never climb to the exalted ranks of a service vehicle. The chicken tax took care of that. It will always be a passenger van on these shores.
The Buzz About the Buzz
Let’s talk specifics about this new van that’s supposed to bring us all back to the days of concerts, tie-dye and peace signs. Of course, it is electric. But what other changes will we see?
Appearance: Some people think the new Buzz looks similar to the old Scooby-Doo van. Others think it looks like what might happen if a modern minivan had a baby with a sleek sports car. It certainly no longer has the goofy smile of the old VW Bus. Some people say it looks like an angry cousin.
Mechanics: It’s no longer necessary to carry around the “How to Fix Your Volkswagen for the Complete Idiot” and 3 wrenches. The downside is that a paper clip and a rubber band won’t fix the rear engine until you can get it to a shop. And, gasp, it comes in automatic transmission, too. Staying on top of maintenance will get you further.
Noise and Driving: If you’ve ever driven or ridden in an older VW Microbus, you already know how noisy it was, with bone-jarring shakes and rattles. It may – or may not – make it up that steep hill in the mountains of Colorado. Perhaps try reverse to make it up? Today’s version will have up to 201 horsepower (the original had an HP of two digits). It’s supposed to be much easier to maneuver. You’ve got to wonder if they took out all the fun!
Smart Car: You probably won’t consider the new Buzz as you did its distant little brother or sister. In the 60s, the bus was considered a valuable and friendly member of the family. The Buzz is more like the rather stern computer Hal in “2001: A Space Odyssey” (except for the part where Hal goes crazy and murders the crew). That won’t happen with Buzz, but it may stop you from switching lanes without signaling or flashing colors at you if there’s an obstruction in the road.
Overall, VW is banking on the new trend for electrical vehicles to help it become the world player it once was with the Beetle and the original VW bus in decades past. And although it may cost quite a bit more than the original ($1,800 vs $40,000), there are still fans clamoring to get a piece of yesterday for today.
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Cure Acid Reflux Naturally
Cure Acid Reflux Naturally
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Extensive focus on the politics of Three Houses will unravel the narrative threads faster than Byleth unravels time because the writing thrives in it being an emotional, tropey, character based JRPG. A rompy fantastical political romance that wasn't made to be held under the microscope of intensive political scrutiny.
For this reason I find it hard to understand the fervour of discourse. It feels a little like witnessing people abusing each other over the hard politics of, say, Harry Potter or Stardew Valley. HP has allegories to fascism, for sure, but also enough contradictions and plot holes to drive a knight bus through— it's a children's series written by a flawed human. SV has a lot of great anti-capitalistic allusions but it's a farming sim— that's its fundamental appeal. Economic management and advancement is built into the system by genre necessity.
Moving back to Three Houses, AM being the strongest route is a good example of what I'm trying to get across because Dimitri is the most romantic Lord (in a literary sense). Dimitri has many of the same story beats as Hamlet and as such sets a Shakespearean stage around Faerghus that's already doing the heavy lifting of telling a recognisable story about valorous hopes and values (first act), losing one's self to grief and vengeance (second act), and eventually finding the way forward to redemption and reparation (third act). It's a structured, character driven narrative, immediately identifiable in the zeitgeist. An immortal tale of kings and knights, grief and vengeance, redemption and hope, and the writing is comfortable in this space.
VW and CF, by contrast, used its Lords as exposition (Claude), and foil (Edelgard) so their character building, motivations, and the structure of their routes are less cohesive than AM. That's not to say there isn't enough to paint a clear picture of their story and characteristics, or of the Adrestian Empire and Leicester Alliance as a whole, but they serve a different narrative purpose than Dimitri and are defined and hindered by that purpose. By focusing on their narrative purpose before their personal journey the writing is less effective in keeping the continuity of their routes together— the many different interpretations of their characters, political representations, and social themes is indicative of this.
Using Claude as an example, Claude is caught between two volatile nations pre-timeskip (Almyra and Leicester Alliance), the reason he accepts both seats of power being because he wants to understand how he can best achieve his dreams of systematic change and peace. War is declared and Claude is thrust into Leader of the Alliance, again caught between two volatile nations, Faerghus and the Adrestian Empire. His fence-sitting makes sense at the beginning because he understands both Dimitri and Edelgard's plight at the face of it and he wants to keep the Alliance stable. However, it becomes contrived quickly.
If VW treated Claude like AM treated Dimitri, his story would be one of a stressed, clever young man with big dreams— someone caught between conflicting cultural identities (that he feels deeply and emotionally), and who's fighting for two political seats that have the potential to either crush his hopes mercilessly or be the reason they are even possible at all. Instead it's about a man who waits, unearthing secrets the plot demands be unearthed to answer questions raised in other routes. He acts too late against Edelgard and fails to save Dimitri.
Many interpretations of Claude are true, he's the beloved King of Unification and the overwhelmed young man hindered by his own cleverness and indecision. However, he'd have had a stronger story if he actively made decisions based upon his experiences and desires rather than waiting for the plot to dictate his movements. To take a definitive stance against both Kingdoms, dragging Almyran and Alliance family drama substantively into the worldbuilding. Or ally with Dimitri, saving him and choosing to prioritise the peace he longs for. Or throwing away peace as a child's dream to ally with Edelgard, choosing change at all cost even as the spirit of his goals are darkened beyond repair. At any rate, I'd have liked for him to be the protagonist of his own story.
I suppose I wish the conversations were more like this. About how to fix the uneaven storytelling around the routes by treating all the Lords with respect, their stories as equally important parts of a greater whole. Understanding why people may feel connected to any of them (it's a role-playing game) without condemnation. Perhaps even learning a little something from Claude's dreams of change and peace.
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No??? In CF they don't just stay a hired sword. Did you not look at any of the paired endings for crimson flower? Also if Azure Moon Byleth is less emotive "because its more focused on the lord" then couldn't a similiar excuse be made for CF since CF clearly needed more time in the oven?
Like, if your take away from
"Though <he/she> was wounded in the battle and lost the power of the progenitor god, <he/she> remained determined to walk <his/her> destined path. With <his/her> legendary blade in hand, <he/she> will never stop standing against those who slither in the dark until Fódlan at last knows everlasting peace"
is "Byleth is just a mercenary". Then I think you're just intentionally being a downer.
You know fair enough on the AM shit! If that's how you feel about that particular argument then whatev. But everything else? Nah.
That's why I said without getting with anyone. Byleth doesn't need to get with anyone to gain a position of power in any other route; they either become archbishop or leader of Fodlan by themselves, but in CF they must marry someone else to gain any power. They, as an individual, are nobody.
Look at the other endings. SS:
Byleth defeated those who slither in the dark and put down the crazed Immaculate One. In the aftermath of the loss of Fódlan's great leading figures, he/she ascended the throne as the first leader of the United Kingdom of Fódlan. In his/her heart lived the indelible hope that their efforts would one day yield an era in which the people knew true peace and the horrors of war were a hazy memory of the past.
AM:
Byleth helped Dimitri to finally crush the ambitions of the Empire. After the war, Rhea stepped down from her role as archbishop, and Byleth swore to lead the Church of Seiros in her stead. He/She helped to guide the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus as it brought leadership to the newly unified Fódlan and worked tirelessly to create a peaceful world free from the shackles of oppression.
VW:
Together, Byleth and Claude sent the Fell King Nemesis, a foe from a bygone age, back to the flames of eternity from whence he came. Afterward, Claude left Fódlan, leaving Byleth to ascend the throne as the first leader of the United Kingdom of Fódlan. As he took his schemes and dreams and efforts to a far-off land, he hoped dearly that their joint efforts would one day allow for a world where all of humanity can coexist in peace and harmony, regardless of borders or bloodlines.
These are what become of Byleth anywhere else but CF. I don't have to "look at any of the paired endings for crimson flower" because they don't need anyone on the other routes to have a position of power. They aren't noted for their efforts against one specific enemy that will eventually get defeated, they use the power they've gained to guide the people of Fodlan to peace.
And mind, those other CF paired endings? Almost always are the ones that mention the battle against TWS. Every single one of Byleth's endings with the default BE class and nearly every single one regardless make mention of them and their lover fighting the long, arduous battle against TWS.
But y'know, speaking of paired endings in CF... let's look at their ones with one specific character: Alois
VW/SS:
After the war, Byleth ascended the throne of the United Kingdom of Fódlan, and Alois retired from the Knights of Seiros to serve the former professor. Alois became the new leader's right hand, and his duties in that respect kept him busily engaged all over Fódlan, giving all he had to support his/her reign. Alois's cheerful character was beloved by his subordinates, who rallied behind him to create the most numerous order of knights in all Fódlan. It is said that Byleth relied on Alois as though he were his/her own father.
AM:
When Byleth took on the role of archbishop in Rhea's place, he/she reformed the order of the church little by little. Eventually this included the Knights of Seiros, and Alois was named captain and the archbishop's right hand. The captain's duties kept him busily engaged all over Fódlan. His cheerful character inspired those under his command, unifying the Knights of Seiros in a way they had never been before. The archbishop relied on Alois as if he were his/her father, and Alois in turn treated him/her like his child. It is said that Alois was so overcome with emotion on the archbishop's wedding day that his weeping could be heard through the applause.
CF (emphasis mine):
When all of the fighting was over, Byleth embarked on another wandering journey as a mercenary. He/She traveled all over Fódlan, following his father's steps. When he/she at last drifted into Remire Village, he/she was reunited with Alois, who had moved there with his family and was now living on a farm. On Alois's advice, he/she decided to stay a while, and before he/she knew it, five years had passed. He fell in love with a kind woman/man in the village, and they had a modest wedding. It is said that Alois was so overcome with emotion on that day that his weeping could be heard from anywhere in the village.
Byleth, when they cannot marry anyone in the army, literally does become a wandering mercenary after the fighting is over. Just saw this right now myself, but yeah - Alois is already married, Byleth can't ride off the power he has if they S support him like they have to with everyone else, and without that they are nothing more than a mercenary with a particularly good sword arm, just like I said. This isn't me being a downer (lol), that's what the game is saying for itself - after the fight against TWS Byleth has no concrete purpose and is left to walk around as a paid hand, living the directionless life they were living before the start of the game.
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Counterculture SPN AU thoughts:
(Credit to @zmediaoutlet and @nevergettingoverwincest for helping  to inspire/develop this idea)
John is radicalized by his experience in Vietnam, comes home an anti-war activist and gets involved in hippie counterculture. Mary’s attracted to him because of how much he represents the opposite of her militaristic upbringing—John is anti-establishment, pacifistic, and always questions authority. This version of John buys the VW van instead of the Impala. For the first year they’re together (not married yet, because it’s all about free love, man) John and Mary ride around the country living out of that van and crashing on strangers’ couches. Finally they find some farming collective outside of Berkeley and settle down, figuring it’s the perfect place to raise the kids they want. They build their own not-up-to-code cabin and for the first four years of little Dean’s life it’s a slice of paradise, living off the land.
Then Mary dies and John learns about the supernatural from some San Francisco psychic. He piles the boys into the VW and they grow up on the road, still learning survival skills and how to hunt. But now John’s mission isn’t just personal revenge, it’s a holy war to eradicate evil from America. John never planned to touch a gun again, but now he’s radicalized the way some Leftist hippies of the 70s were radicalized—if flower power doesn’t work, then create change by any  means necessary. Sam and Dean are indoctrinated into the mindset of prepping for the inevitable Collapse of Civilization As We Know It and with even more suspicion of and contempt for cops than they show in the series. Instead of gritty blue-collar aesthetic, it’s pure DIY counterculture. Sam and Dean are unwashed and shaggy-haired with multiple piercings and tattoos that are as much a statement of politics and identity as they are for protection. They’re maybe part of a subset of hunters who tie together New Age mysticism with their knowledge of the supernatural. Dean still inherits John's taste in music--West-Coast psychedelic like Love, The Doors, Grateful Dead, Jefferson Aiplane, and anti-war/counterculture musicians like CSNY, Donovan, and Bob Dylan (Steppenwolf, Bob Seger, and CCR can carry over to this AU too).
When Sam cuts his hair and goes to Stanford he’s not only betraying the family and the business, he’s betraying their ideals. Selling out, working for the Man. But Sam just doesn’t buy that The End his family’s waiting for is ever gonna come, he might as well try to gain a position with some influence in society. Dean’s bought completely into the prepper mindset though, and he doesn’t get why Sammy wants a ticket on a sinking ship. This remains a point of contention for some time after reuniting.
When the plan of the angels is revealed, Dean feels vindicated but more hopeless than ever—the System is so much bigger than the American Government, it’s Heaven itself. This Supernatural isn’t about the loss of the conservative suburban American Dream, it’s about complicity and the inescapability of the System. Even when you think you’re outside it you’re not. You can never outrun it.
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19 Parents Share What Their Kid Remembered About Their ‘Last’ Life
1. He showed us his grave
When my brother was about 2 or 3 he told us his name used to be Austin. One day we were picnicking right along side a cemetery, when my brother took off running towards the gravestones, my dad and I followed him and found him touching a large headstone that simply read “Here Lies Austin” no name, no date. My brother did not learn to read until he was 6 and this headstone wasn’t even right out visible from where we were, yet he ran right to it
2. We don’t watch firefighter things
my son told me a few months ago he “used to be a firefighter, and we got called to a fire. There wasn’t any family inside the house, so we just put the fire out. Then the fire truck caught on fire and I died”. A few nights later, he elaborated he was taken to a hospital, where he died. We don’t watch firefighter things.
3. Her “other” mother’s name was Sally
I was talking to my four year old when she began to freak me out. She was telling me a story about her “other mother” and that she “died a long time ago on a Thursday.” I tried to brush it off, you know, whatever, shes a kid, they have wild imaginations… but then she started to go further into detail about the death of her “other mother,” whose name was apparently Sally. She has never met anyone named Sally, and I can’t recall any shows on TV she watches where “Sally” is a character. She told me that she was playing with her father’s gun that she found and accidentally shot and killed Sally while she was walking upstairs. It’s pretty weird. There are no guns in this house, I haven’t even really told her what guns are all about and how they can hurt or kill someone, shes only four! I think I am beginning to understand now why when I try to tell her when someone dies, they go away forever, she tells me that, that is not true. “We come back, mommy!” I’m only 23, I had my daughter very young and despite not being prepared, I don’t think I could have ever prepared for a conversation like that!
4. “When she lived before she was born”
My daughter did the same thing at the same age. She told me about her life “when she lived before she was born” and described herself as a woman with long hair who lived in an apartment with a long flight of stairs outside of it. She drove a VW Bug and wore long skirts. She then told me that she fell down the stairs and died. Her stories were startlingly vivid and always consistent. Quite spooky. She is now 19 and doesnt remember it. My advice would be write down everything your daughter tells you on the subject. Everything! Record her stories if you can.
5. Roanoke?
I would tell my older sister about my death. I told her my husband was captured and fire was everywhere. I took my young son and ran. I told her my son couldn’t run fast enough. I knew we would get killed and I had my husbands knife on me, I wanted to leave a clue. I wrote in capitals “CROATOAN” I told her we were caught and how my son was killed before I was killed. I told her how I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Then, I went about playing with dolls. I can still picture the scene and my son to this day.
6. “She used to come visit me”
my son says he remember his great grandmother (my grandmother) and can describe her in perfect detail (how she looks, how she acted, even what brand of cigarettes she smoked) , although she died 11 days before he was born. He says that she used to come visit him in his dreams.
7. Conchon
Apparently beginning around the time my friend could form sentences until he was little more than 2, he would go on and on about how he was a Native American named Conchon and that after his wife and son got sick and died, he moved to a mountain to live by himself with his horse. He died of a broken neck when he fell into a ravine.
8. “My real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came.”
when I was 2 or 3 I was talking to my grandmother and told her that my mom and dad weren’t my real mom and dad. My grandmother, knowing this wasn’t true, said they were. I calmly explained that no, my real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came. I had lived because my mom hid me behind a rock. I then went on to describe white men with guns and us “dark” people with long hair. When I was done, I went back to eating my ice cream.
9. Jesus
My cousin, approximately 3 years old and riding in the car with my mum and dad, pointed out a random house that they went past and declared “I died there”.
10. Included because, WHAT?
I did something sort of similar I guess. When I was about 3 my mum and I were driving over a bridge on which there’d recently been a major accident that resulted in a car bursting into flames and the driver dying. Anyway, I asked my mum who the man in the front seat was and when she told me to describe him I said, “Well he’s on fire and he keeps looking back at me.”
11. I drowned
My mother told me about a story I told her when I was 2 or 3. I told her she was the best mommy I ever had, to which she replied, “I’m the only mommy you’ve ever had.” “nu-uh, I had another mommy.” I said that my older sister and I went out to a pond in the woods behind my house. Around the pond, all of the trees were the same type: skinny with white paper-like bark. (I had never seen a poplar tree before in this life.) We put some logs together to make a raft, and put it into the water to play boat captain and climbed aboard. The raft fell apart, and I didn’t know how to swim. I tried to grab a log, but my hand slipped off. I could see my sister freaking out from underwater. I drowned.
12. My war memories
one of 6 hopping out of a helicopter into a field, it’s hot as shit, humid, daytime, two house/buildings smoking and heavily burning straight in front of me (to the side of the chopper), and there’s firing from the woods and field to my right. It’s chaotic a noisy, lots of firing and helicopters, my guys are firing back crouched next to the back building, one guy runs out of the other building with a kid he pushes forward and yells at to run, the kid gets shot from out of nowhere, and drops. I see a few of my guys advancing from another chopper behind me duck down in the grass as their chopper leaves, I crouch in tall grass about 10 feet from my chopper, fire my rifle twice from just above the grass line, and my chopper starts to take off, and is taking fire. I get up to move forward, panicky, and am shot dead – I feel a hard thunk, see part my chest explode, fall forward go black, and zoom out above my body. I also drew this later (still have pics, mom saved them). To me, it’s clear as day, still. Mom said some of my first chatter was about “heavy fire” “zip em boys” (don’t know what that means) and I would ask “Where are the hueys?” I was born in the early 70s, and my family was NOT military (very anti, actually). I err on the side of thinking it’s media (news footage?) I absorbed at some point from the Viet Nam war, but I also wonder if it’s not a past-life dream.
13. “That’s why I don’t like water now”
When my kid was 4, we were watching a docu on the Titanic. The scene was a picture of the schematics of the boiler room and the camera panned from left to right over the plans. He pointed at the tv and said, “That’s wrong. The boilers were on the Other side. And I was right here.” And he pointed to a small space in the boiler room. “That’s where I was. And that’s why I don’t like water now.”
14. My family’s farm, burning
When I was younger I would have dreams of living in colonial american. I remember bits very vividly and only when I was older did I realize what they were about and how accurate they were. Most of the dreams consisted of me being in my late teen years and centered around my family’s farm being set on fire during the night. I never dreamed past that night, nothing about the aftermath of the fire, and I haven’t had one in years.
15. “Nobody scroofs me there”
Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied “Oh, nobody ‘scroofs’ me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I’m here.” She said this like it was nothing. My wife and I were catatonic.
16. Nope
“Before I was born here, I had a sister, right? Her and my other Mom are so old now. They were ok when the car was on fire, but I sure wasn’t!”
17. “Their screams are keeping me up”
I was in my room on the computer at about 11, which is late for my sister to be awake even now. I was thinking about bed, but then my sister knocks on the door. She was maybe 10 at the time, so not so young that she doesn’t know when she’s dreaming. She wanted to sleep in my room because she was sad and scared. I asked her why, and she said, “I watched your sons burn up in the fire. Their screams are keeping me up.”
18. Role reversal
My three year old said, “Remember when I was the grown-up and you were the little boy?” to his Dad.
19. When he was a grown up
My father used to hate policemen when he was a kid, he used to tell my grandmother that they came to his house and shot him when he was a grown up.
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19 Parents Share What Their Kid Remembered About Their ‘Last’ Life
1. He showed us his grave
When my brother was about 2 or 3 he told us his name used to be Austin. One day we were picnicking right along side a cemetery, when my brother took off running towards the gravestones, my dad and I followed him and found him touching a large headstone that simply read “Here Lies Austin” no name, no date. My brother did not learn to read until he was 6 and this headstone wasn’t even right out visible from where we were, yet he ran right to it
2. We don’t watch firefighter things
my son told me a few months ago he “used to be a firefighter, and we got called to a fire. There wasn’t any family inside the house, so we just put the fire out. Then the fire truck caught on fire and I died”. A few nights later, he elaborated he was taken to a hospital, where he died. We don’t watch firefighter things.
3. Her “other” mother’s name was Sally
I was talking to my four year old when she began to freak me out. She was telling me a story about her “other mother” and that she “died a long time ago on a Thursday.” I tried to brush it off, you know, whatever, shes a kid, they have wild imaginations… but then she started to go further into detail about the death of her “other mother,” whose name was apparently Sally. She has never met anyone named Sally, and I can’t recall any shows on TV she watches where “Sally” is a character. She told me that she was playing with her father’s gun that she found and accidentally shot and killed Sally while she was walking upstairs. It’s pretty weird. There are no guns in this house, I haven’t even really told her what guns are all about and how they can hurt or kill someone, shes only four! I think I am beginning to understand now why when I try to tell her when someone dies, they go away forever, she tells me that, that is not true. “We come back, mommy!” I’m only 23, I had my daughter very young and despite not being prepared, I don’t think I could have ever prepared for a conversation like that!
4. “When she lived before she was born”
My daughter did the same thing at the same age. She told me about her life “when she lived before she was born” and described herself as a woman with long hair who lived in an apartment with a long flight of stairs outside of it. She drove a VW Bug and wore long skirts. She then told me that she fell down the stairs and died. Her stories were startlingly vivid and always consistent. Quite spooky. She is now 19 and doesnt remember it. My advice would be write down everything your daughter tells you on the subject. Everything! Record her stories if you can.
5. Roanoke?
I would tell my older sister about my death. I told her my husband was captured and fire was everywhere. I took my young son and ran. I told her my son couldn’t run fast enough. I knew we would get killed and I had my husbands knife on me, I wanted to leave a clue. I wrote in capitals “CROATOAN” I told her we were caught and how my son was killed before I was killed. I told her how I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Then, I went about playing with dolls. I can still picture the scene and my son to this day.
6. “She used to come visit me”
my son says he remember his great grandmother (my grandmother) and can describe her in perfect detail (how she looks, how she acted, even what brand of cigarettes she smoked) , although she died 11 days before he was born. He says that she used to come visit him in his dreams.
7. Conchon
Apparently beginning around the time my friend could form sentences until he was little more than 2, he would go on and on about how he was a Native American named Conchon and that after his wife and son got sick and died, he moved to a mountain to live by himself with his horse. He died of a broken neck when he fell into a ravine.
8. “My real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came.”
when I was 2 or 3 I was talking to my grandmother and told her that my mom and dad weren’t my real mom and dad. My grandmother, knowing this wasn’t true, said they were. I calmly explained that no, my real mom and dad were killed when the bad men came. I had lived because my mom hid me behind a rock. I then went on to describe white men with guns and us “dark” people with long hair. When I was done, I went back to eating my ice cream.
9. Jesus
My cousin, approximately 3 years old and riding in the car with my mum and dad, pointed out a random house that they went past and declared “I died there”.
10. Included because, WHAT?
I did something sort of similar I guess. When I was about 3 my mum and I were driving over a bridge on which there’d recently been a major accident that resulted in a car bursting into flames and the driver dying. Anyway, I asked my mum who the man in the front seat was and when she told me to describe him I said, “Well he’s on fire and he keeps looking back at me.”
11. I drowned
My mother told me about a story I told her when I was 2 or 3. I told her she was the best mommy I ever had, to which she replied, “I’m the only mommy you’ve ever had.” “nu-uh, I had another mommy.” I said that my older sister and I went out to a pond in the woods behind my house. Around the pond, all of the trees were the same type: skinny with white paper-like bark. (I had never seen a poplar tree before in this life.) We put some logs together to make a raft, and put it into the water to play boat captain and climbed aboard. The raft fell apart, and I didn’t know how to swim. I tried to grab a log, but my hand slipped off. I could see my sister freaking out from underwater. I drowned.
12. My war memories
one of 6 hopping out of a helicopter into a field, it’s hot as shit, humid, daytime, two house/buildings smoking and heavily burning straight in front of me (to the side of the chopper), and there’s firing from the woods and field to my right. It’s chaotic a noisy, lots of firing and helicopters, my guys are firing back crouched next to the back building, one guy runs out of the other building with a kid he pushes forward and yells at to run, the kid gets shot from out of nowhere, and drops. I see a few of my guys advancing from another chopper behind me duck down in the grass as their chopper leaves, I crouch in tall grass about 10 feet from my chopper, fire my rifle twice from just above the grass line, and my chopper starts to take off, and is taking fire. I get up to move forward, panicky, and am shot dead – I feel a hard thunk, see part my chest explode, fall forward go black, and zoom out above my body. I also drew this later (still have pics, mom saved them). To me, it’s clear as day, still. Mom said some of my first chatter was about “heavy fire” “zip em boys” (don’t know what that means) and I would ask “Where are the hueys?” I was born in the early 70s, and my family was NOT military (very anti, actually). I err on the side of thinking it’s media (news footage?) I absorbed at some point from the Viet Nam war, but I also wonder if it’s not a past-life dream.
13. “That’s why I don’t like water now”
When my kid was 4, we were watching a docu on the Titanic. The scene was a picture of the schematics of the boiler room and the camera panned from left to right over the plans. He pointed at the tv and said, “That’s wrong. The boilers were on the Other side. And I was right here.” And he pointed to a small space in the boiler room. “That’s where I was. And that’s why I don’t like water now.”
14. My family’s farm, burning
When I was younger I would have dreams of living in colonial american. I remember bits very vividly and only when I was older did I realize what they were about and how accurate they were. Most of the dreams consisted of me being in my late teen years and centered around my family’s farm being set on fire during the night. I never dreamed past that night, nothing about the aftermath of the fire, and I haven’t had one in years.
15. “Nobody scroofs me there”
Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied “Oh, nobody ‘scroofs’ me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I’m here.” She said this like it was nothing. My wife and I were catatonic.
16. Nope
“Before I was born here, I had a sister, right? Her and my other Mom are so old now. They were ok when the car was on fire, but I sure wasn’t!”
17. “Their screams are keeping me up”
I was in my room on the computer at about 11, which is late for my sister to be awake even now. I was thinking about bed, but then my sister knocks on the door. She was maybe 10 at the time, so not so young that she doesn’t know when she’s dreaming. She wanted to sleep in my room because she was sad and scared. I asked her why, and she said, “I watched your sons burn up in the fire. Their screams are keeping me up.”
18. Role reversal
My three year old said, “Remember when I was the grown-up and you were the little boy?” to his Dad.
19. When he was a grown up
My father used to hate policemen when he was a kid, he used to tell my grandmother that they came to his house and shot him when he was a grown up.
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kingsborodaisy · 3 years
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( ZENDAYA, 22, FEMALE) I just bumped into [ DAISY GREENE ] the other day while walking down [ EAST ] Kingsboro, where [ SHE ] live. I hear they can be [ FREE SPIRITED ] and [ FLAKY ], but when I think of them I immediately think about [ THE LOUD STEREOS AT A LOCAL CONCERT VENUE, A ROADTRIP WITH NO CLEAR DESTIONATION, & SWEET TEA IN THE SUMMER]. ( sarah , 24, she/her, est )
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Soooo here is my third child, Daisy. I hope you guys enjoy her! I drew some slight inspiration from past muses of mine and Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill.
Born and raised in a small, rural town in Georgia. Now, when I say small, I say SMALL. Like, a popular or less than 2,000 people. So, everyone generally always knew another. Close, tight knit community. 
The youngest out of three children. She has two older brothers; one that is two years older and one that is four years older. 
Grew up in a very strict, religious household. Went to church every Sunday. Prayed at dinner every night, read the bible constantly. Very, very strict and conservative family values, folks. 
Her mother is a nurse and her father is a farmer and football coach. They grew up on a family farm with lots of land, animals, etc. She always had memories of waking up early to feed the pigs, cows, chickens, and knows how to ride a horse.
Ever since she could remember, she was involved in something. Started taking beauty lessons and dance classes as soon as she could walk. Daisy began doing local beauty pageants within the state and she was quick to become a star. She would win competition after competition, getting so many trophies and ribbons. They filled her room and home. The girl was miss teen Georgia for several years in a row, becoming Miss Teen USA when she was sixteen. 
Also was involved with cheerleading and other clubs while she was in high school, she was very popular and always was nominated for dance royalties. 
With being the only girl in the family, she was always on a rather tight leash. She was never allowed to date or be around boys, her family being afraid she was going to get heart broken. 
As she got older, she began to question a lot of things. Her own religion and just herself in general? She always felt like she was being forced to be somebody she really wasn’t and having to live in the shadows of others, being molded to be somebody her parents loved and nothing more. 
She began to express an interest for music when she was around 10, 11? Started covering country songs as apart of the talent portion of her competitions and as she got older, her taste in music switched to rock. Began to idolize people like Avril Lavinge, Hayley Williams, Joan Jett, etc. They just all seemed so cool and free-spirited. She wanted that. 
High School went by quickly and she honestly didn’t want to go to college. She wanted to travel and move somewhere to start a music career. Daisy tried to explain this to her parents but they didn’t care, they thought it was a stupid idea. 
Daisy would be stuck between a rock and a hard time. She would try to please her parents and go to college and major in something she would hate, or take a risk.
She somehow would get enough guts within herself to just, run away. Literally. The day before her high school graduation, she packed up everything she could and took her old, beat up pickup truck and left. She left a note explaining that this was what she needed. For the past almost eighteen years of her life, she didn’t even know who she was. 
The young girl had no destination or true goal where she was going, she just needed to get away. Eventually made her way up until Tennessee before her truck would break down. A nice, old man would try to help fix it up for her but there was no hope for the Ford truck. He would offer to trade her truck for his old, newly renovated WV van. She took the offer and it would be the best thing to ever happen to her.
Daisy was now the proud owner of a baby blue, VW van that would be her home. Living out of a van was different and a challenge, but brought her so many amazing opportunities. 
Over the next few years, she would be off the grind. She deleted all of her social media and didn’t keep in contact from anybody back home. She would travel all across the united states, her favorite places being California and Wyoming. 
Daisy would stay in certain states for a few months at a time, working odd end jobs to make money. Mostly waitressing or playing local gigs. She wasn’t making much, but enough to get by. 
Heard her cousin Spencer was living in New York and decided, hey, that’ll be my next stop for a bit. 
Is very new to Kingsboro and has been there for a day. She’s not sure how long she’ll be here, but she’s enjoying it so far. Wants to try to start up a serious band and or meet other musicians in the neighborhood.
OTHER INFO:
It took her a long time to realize, but she considers herself pansexual.
Still very much has a cute lil’ southern accent
Her favorite drink is lemonade and sweet tea with lots of sugar
Is a strong lover of breakfast food
Has learned to accept more of her natural beauty, being forced to live behind fancy dresses, makeup, and hair for years
Can play the guitar and drums 
Her van’s name is Wendy 
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icarialex · 4 years
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(Hunter Parrish, CisMale, he/him) ⌇ Have you seen Lyric Beckett around Icaria? They are the 29 year old child of Aphrodite. He reminds me of a fluffy socks for sliding around the house like a ninja, soft flannels, sitting on the rooftop at dawn, and a chef’s jacket with silly pins on it. ( Lex / 29 / EST / she/her )
Full Name: Lyric Beckett
Age: Twenty-Nine
Birthday: March 3rd 
Parents: Birth Father: Dean Beckett Adopted parents: Francesca and Dominique Taylor
Godly Ability - Lyric has the ability of telekinesis. 
When Dean Beckett was given a baby boy from his lover, he had no idea what to do. Being a dead beat father was never in his plans, but he was a simple farmer. He didn’t know the first thing about how to raise a boy that was a demigod. Dean wanted the very best for his boy which was what led him to researching more about options. While the information was very scarce, he’d eventually found a contact that offered to take Lyric to Icaria and find him a family to adopt him. The decision was one that Dean sat on for weeks before finally making the decision to give up his son. When the Taylor family came forward to adopt his son, he’d arranged with them that the adoption be open. That way whenever Lyric did want to find out about his father, he’d be more than able to make contact in any way the boy was comfortable. 
Lyric arrived in Icaria at four months old and from then on was raised in one of the most loving homes on the planet. Well, that was what he wrote on his kindergarten homework assignment, and he believed it wholeheartedly. Since he was raised on the island, finding out about his abilities wasn’t very difficult or scary. Actually, it had happened when he was four that he first showed his telekinetic abilities. He was very adamant about wanting cookies before dinner, and before Dominique could react the box began floating from the top of the fridge and towards his son. 
Growing up was rather normal for Lyric. He was a jock of sorts in school from elementary school all the way through university. Even though Lyric was always one of the more popular boys in school, he was never really big when it came to relationships. Truthfully, he thought he was weird until he was about seventeen because he wasn’t like other guys in his friend group. Sex wasn’t always on his mind, and he really didn’t feel the same urges. Actually, Lyric didn’t even get his first girlfriend until he was nearly twenty one. He dated his best friend Raye for three years, and it was then that he understood what all the fuss was about intimacy. Yet, they broke up when he realized that while he loved the woman with all of his heart, he believed that they were better as best friends. He didn’t want love and sex to complicate things to the point where they couldn’t be close anymore. 
After the break up, Lyric was all set on his plan to open up a restaurant. His parents had promised him that they would give him the money for it if he graduated from university on the Dean’s list which he accomplished every single semester. However, his father and mother added one more criteria before giving him his dream space. They wanted their boy to get out of Icaria. While Francesca was hesitant letting her only boy leave the only home he’d ever known, she was convinced by her husband that they didn’t want Lyric sheltered. Their son had grown up to be a man they were so incredibly proud of, and they wanted him to know what was out there before he laid down roots in a business. So, with their blessing Lyric signed up for the Peace Corps and left Icaria a few weeks early to spend time with his father Dean on his farm in Georgia. 
After finishing his Peace Corps experience, Lyric felt invigorated. He loved all the experiences, friendships, and sights he’d gotten to explore, but he was ready to go home. He missed his sister, his parents, and just Icaria.
Fun facts: 
Lyric is demisexual. He doesn’t feel aroused or attracted to someone unless he has a strong connection to them. It took him a very long time to figure this out, but now he’s a confident guy about it. 
He owns the sports bar Wish You Were Beer and is the head chef there. Lyric takes great pride in making elevated bar food for everyone to enjoy. He loves having a place where people hang out and get together. 
Family is extremely important to him. He’ll do anything for those he loves and is always willing to be there when those people need him. 
He has a puppy named Koda, pastel pink VW van, and loves to surf. 
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