#IDAS sneak peek

[agent-bash]

It Doesn't Always Stay (In Vegas) - Sneak Peek

Have a photo sneak peek this week guys. Huge shout out to @chucklecanvas, for making an aesthetic board over for the story! That is where most of these photos come from, go check it out!

[precious-little-scoundrel]

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oh my gosh and now i’m imagining, she’s struggling to find the words and to explain but of course gale gets it right? he’s old and mature and such. but she doesn’t get that he gets it?? and she keeps fumbling thinking that yeah, this is weird and confusing to me so it must be to him as well

Ok ok yes exactly. But the horrifying thing is he gets it, and more than just in theory. So.

Observe:

“You’re not paranoid.” Ida muttured, cold dread seeping in along with fury, she counted to five before asking as casually as she was capable, “When he told you not to tell, what -what all did he say?”

“Not much, really,” Tallulah admitted with frustration, “it’s just he came to check on me, first night in and we were alone in the hall and I told him a little, since he asked, he’s always so kind and he was kind then. But he told me he understood, and then right away it was like he regretted it. Saying that, you know? And I asked him, if they’d hurt him like that and -h-he was so shaken by it, and he told me I shouldn’t ever talk like that. He didn’t said no, he just kept saying I couldn’t say that. About him.”

Ida felt her stomach plummet and she clutched at the bucket as if there was anything left to puke up.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/04/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys & TheCryptidFactor; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte BTS + Samba Schutte May the 4th; Vico Ortiz; Nathan Foad; Alex Sherman; Watch Party Reminders; AdoptOurCrew; Articles; MerMay Bingo / MerMay Daily Prompts; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika.

Sorry for being extremely late friends...I had 99% done last night and then I went to bed to get some sleep and then my son woke me up 1 hour later and I didnt sleep at all, so I just woke up from a nap. Weeeeeeeee!

= Rhys Darby =

The Cryptid Factor we got yesterday will soon have a video version on The Cryptid Factor Patreon! Here's a sneak peek from Rhys! (It says its on Patreon but I couldn't find it even though I have the right tier? Could be a delay on Patreon's side).

Source: Rhys Darby's IG stories

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian's been in Stockholm at Comic Con Nordics! Seems to be having a great time!

Source: Kristian Nairn's IG

= Samba Schutte=

As usual, Samba continues to grace us with BTS, this time Fang and Roach themed! And also as usual-- multiple videos means multiple posts, please check out the links below to watch the cut footage!

Pre Spa Day BTS Video

Post Spa Day BTS Video

and then he also included some May 4th themed behind the scenes for Jedi: Fallen Order!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's movie Spark is heading to the Toronto 2SLGBTQ+ Film Festival!

More info: Spark

Sources: Vico Ortiz' Instagram

= Nathan Foad =

Nathan still going strong in Loves Labour's Lost!

Src: Nathan's IG and Lauren Carse's IG

= Alex Sherman =

Alex added this older picture to his IG Stories, what a blast from the past! May the Fourth Be With you Alex!

Source: Alex Sherman's IG

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Palm Royale WP May 9 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @ dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST! Available on Apple TV

Wrecked S2 WP May 6-May 10 3:30pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30pm BST! If you need access feel free to dm me here at @gentlebeardsbarngrill or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Our darling crewmates over at @adoptourcrew gave us a brief snyopsis of what's been going on at WBD. Article Link

Source: @adoptourcrew's Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Today's cast card is Mother Bonnet, Rosalyn Gentle! Thank you @melvisik for completing the Bonnet parents!

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

Today's colouring pages feature some pointy objects! Thank you @patchworkpiratebear for including Jim's family knife <3

== Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes Redraws) ==

Our dear @blakbonnet has even more Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes Redraws to show!

== MerMay Bingo ==

Lots of submissions coming through for @bizarrelittlemew ‘s OFMD Mermay Bingo!

== MerryFinches ==

Please oh please go see Kylie @merryfinches and give her all the love, her work makes the fandom go round <3

Source: @merryfinches Tumblr

== MeanieZucchini ==

Another submission to both Ida's lovely MerMay Bingo prompts as well as the SaveOFMD daily prompts was @meaniezuchinni! You can check them out over at their blog. You can also visit them over at their KO-FI - MeanieZucchini!

== SaveOFMD MerMay Submissions ==

Today's prompt is "Treasure!" and there's new submissions for it! Looking to participate in the daily prompts? Check out @saveofmdcrewmates's prompt list here.

= Blueberreads =

Our friend @blueberreads is at it again, this time with a treasure hunt, pixel Ed and Pixel Stede taking a snake snack break! Be sure to head on over to their blog for more pixel art content!

= Snejpowa =

@Snejpowa has been keeping up everyday with new prompts! Check out their rendition Stede and his petrified orange!

== Love Notes ==

Happy Weekend Lovelies! We're finally at the end of the week-- tomorrow starts a new day, with new chances and new hopes, and new dreams-- maybe this week will be a little better than last week. I hope it is -- even if last week was good for you <3

You know what I really loved about our little gay pirate show (you know, aside from everything)? It showed us that we don't have to be what we are today if we don't want to. That doesn't mean it'll be a quick change, in fact, it'll be a pretty long journey depending on what it is, but it showed us that things CAN change. It gave us just that little bit of hope, that things don't have to stay the way they are, and that little bit of hope is the spark of so much possibility. It's gonna be a journey luvs, and its gonna take a lot of work and healing, but we'll all get to where we want to be <3 Sending love.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Yeah, idk these two just seemed to go together today. If you can think of the theme please let me know xD Gifs Courtesy of the prodigious @celluloidbroomcloset and the sensational @agaywithcoffee! <3

[zoeysdamn]

Fanarts and illustrations masterlist

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

[Instagram art account]

Meet the artist 2023 (TW: mention of mental health issues)

Meet me in different universe //the 'girls on films' trend

The Wicther

The Witcher Tarot - Major arcanas

Jaskier Yennefer of Vangerberg Philippa Eilhart Anna Henrietta  Emhyr var Emreis  Avalla’ch  Yennefer and Geralt  Geralt of Rivia Angoulême  Emiel Regis Cirilla of Cintra  Radovid V  Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Eredin Eithné Leo Bonhart  Tor Zireael    Triss Merigold   Milva Barring  Mistle  Tissaia de Vries [TW: blood]  Ciri     

The Witcher tarot - Figures 

King of Swords - Eskel  Queen of Swords - Cerys an CraiteKnight of Swords - Sigismund DijkstraPage of Swords - Fringilla VigoAce of Swords - Ida Emean aep Sivney

King of Wands - LambertQueen of Wands - FalkaKnight of Wands - Olgierd von EverecPage of Wands - Assire var AnahidAce of Wands - Sabrina Gleivissig

King of Pentacles - Vesemir Queen of Pentacles - Francesca FindabairKnight of Pentacles - Margarita Laux-AntillePage of Pentacles - ShaniAce of Pentacles - Sheala de Tancarville

King of Cups - Crach an CraiteQueen of Cups - Lytta NeydKnight of Cups - Iris von EverecPage of Cups - Hjalmar an CraiteAce of Cups - Keira Metz

Other The Witcher fanarts:

Geralt’s Hansa (books) Philippa Eilhart (cosplay/fanart) The witcher 3 genderbends More The Witcher 3 Genderbends (Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri) Fem!Radovid x Male!Philippa Eilhart (TW: blood) Empress!Ciri || Another Empress!Ciri Cahir x Empress!Ciri Queen of Cintra!Ciri Ciri x Cahir Pirates of the Caribbean AU Witcher!Yennefer MET Gala looks for Yennefer, Triss and Philippa Witchersona sketches Triss x Philippa (cosplay/fanart) Witcher!Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars x the Witcher AU) Regis mandrake liquor

Avatar: the last airbender

ATLA Tarot

Aang Azula The Painted Lady Ursa Ozai Iroh The painted Lady x the Blue spirit Zuko Toph Roku Ty Lee Kyoshi Jet Kô Suki Zhao Air temples Katara [COMING SOON] Yue [COMING SOON] Sokka Mai [COMING SOON] [surprise card] [COMING SOON]

The Sandman

There shall be night series fanart Crack headcanon crossover Hamilton x The Sandman

Wednesday

Tatto artist AU (Xavier Thorpe, Wenclair)Glitter and Gold Rave’n outfits for Bianca, Enid and Xavier

A-Z double characters challenge

A & B C to K

Original Art

Golden Aphrodite [redraw]Lady Loki [redraw]Party Medusa [redraw]Greek Mythology women - color palettes studyArt progress from 2018 to 2023Modern!Medusa x AthenaMonstersona V4Pole dance strugglesBrush and layer mode theory [practice]

WIPs & sneak peek

Ciri x Cahir inspired by 'Paolo and Virginia' Queen of Cintra!Ciri ATLA tarot: Katara's card Unfinished Queen!Ciri x Knight!Cahir fanart ATLA tarot: more sneak peeks

[princess-ibri]

Frozen 3 Masterlink

Links to all my stuff for my Frozen 3 concept I've done over the last few years. Figured now we're getting an actual one I might as well give this alternate one another day in the sun xD

Comic practice for characters!

[sophiaduran-fracturedamerica]

Fractured America: Sneak peeks #1

Paris stumbled through the door, tripping over boxes as he did his best to tune out Caitlyn and her furious tirade that seemed to follow him whenever he mustered up the guts to face the world beyond this secluded room. The door was locked, deafening her words that felt like a blow with every syllable.

Outside the building the city, with mountains that towered on the horizon, was pitch black, concealed in shadows, the stars and sliver of moon hidden by silver lined clouds. Rats scampered across the floor, squeaking as on the city limits coyotes yelped and howled.

Silence set in and Paris carefully traversed the floor, and then he paused, listening to the sound of labored, wheezy breathing. He lit a match, finding Rosa curled next to Ida on the bare cot in the corner. One arm was wrapped around the dog and her injured hand cradled to her chest, the bandage stained with deep red blood.

The match went out and he let it fall from his hand, hastily lighting another. She was shivering violently, the mattress and her hair soaked with sweat.

He sat down on the mattress, listening as Ida whined softly, staring at him with big eyes as Rosa’s ragged breathing continued. He shook her, feeling her tremble beneath her drenched shirt.

“Rosa.” He didn’t realize how terrified he was till he spoke and his voice started cracking. He shook her again, abet more desperately this time. She didn’t stir and Paris felt his blood run cold. He ran his hand across her face, brushing her wet hair from her forehead. She was burning up, clearly feverish and hot to the touch, though she shuddered till her teeth chattered before he pulled his hand away.

Ida whimpered, licking Rosa’s hand as she moved closer to the girl, looking up at Paris as if she thought him capable of pulling some hail mary. At the state she seemed in it would be unlikely she made it through the night.

Her breath slowed to the point where it was barely audible and Paris found himself pulling her hair aside from her shoulders, running his hand along her neck, trying to find the pulse point.

He found it and let his head drop, biting back tears, he hardly felt a pulse and the beats that did come were few and far between. Shaking with cold terror he pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest as sobs racked his body. He couldn’t lose her, not her, she was everything he had out here, without her he was alone in the middle of Wyoming without a soul to turn to.

Ida moved closer, resting her head against Rosa’s knee, her brown eyes gleaming in the darkness as she stared, sensing the gravity of the situation. Paris could hardly hiccup out cries as he buried his face in Rosa’s hair. It was helpless, there was nothing he could possibly do to improve her chances. 

In the darkness of the early morning the only sounds were Paris’ soft cries and the chirps of rats that hid among the boxes, waiting to see what they could gain from the carnage.

She was barely breathing, every gasp for air coming out like a harsh wheeze of suffocation. Her fever was probably high enough to kill her before the lack of air in her lunges did.

Ida let out a mourningful howl and Paris raised his eyes, burned with tears, and watched the dog sit on the mattress and raise her head, her silver, black and white fur shining.

He buried his face again, sobbing as his hand rested on her neck, desperately hoping to feel a pulse that the cold fear in his heart told him he would never find.

[defiledtomb]

Ouroboros IF - Tag Directory

#ouroboros-if  - this contains all the posts related to Ouroboros

#lore question - collection of lore snippets and questions

#writers update - progress updates and sneak peeks

#your MC’s ❤️ - collection of all the gorgeous MC’s that get sent to me!

#ouroboros fanart - contains all the beautiful fan-made art! 

#RO reacts - for scenario asks including the whole cast

#RO facts - facts about the cast

The characters individual tags:     #Yor/Yana

#Auryn

#Idren/Ida

#Sene/Selene

#Leith/Custom

#Oma

#ID/L/MC (for everything pertaining to the poly)

[I’m getting better at tagging, but if you find a post that isn’t tagged correctly, or at all, please let me know if you can. Thank you!]

[fantasy-dating-sim-trash]

SO IM FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO WRITING THE FIC IDA I've HAD FOR OVER TWO WEEKS ABOUT SATAN

AND I WANTED TO SHARE A SNEAK PEEK

So i hope y'all enjoy

Its from MC'S POV

This is not where it starts or anything and I might change it but I hope y'all enjoy

U thirsty SATAN SIMPS

Enjoy 😏😏😏😏

Tags: @books-and-catears @satanbestboi

EDIT: ITS NOW OUT! (click here)

[agent-bash]

WIP Wednesday

Welcome to your WIP Wednesday sneak peek people! And it's actually on Wednesday this time.

-"Everything go in the dishwasher?"

-"Jeeze, man, how many is that today?"

-They didn't talk much about Will's time with Doctors Without Boarders, but he knew his brother had seen some things during his time with the charity.

-"Jay, don't do this."

-His son's favourite colour was orange.

See ya'll on Saturday!

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Hello love!

Could you please give a sneak peek of the day Rosie proposed to Ida and how she reacted?

Thank you !

Proposal #1 -for there were many

Thank you for this sweet request, how I adore these two and being given the nudge to finally dig into their fledgling dynamic. Thank you for your patience as I scribbled this out over weeks

Warnings: pretty fluffy, next to none besides a tiny bit of suggestive thoughts and a vague reminiscence of sexual abuse = brief thought process that being alone with a man is courting violence

Rosie x Ida

Date: fall of 1945

This apartment had hardwoods, cherry with perfectly straight painted crown molding and a fireplace. The city screeched and buzzed out the windows, a dizzying drop downward.

“Two doors down, you said?” she asked Robert again, not having in any way, shape or form forgotten how close his apartment was to this prospective new home of hers. It was downright scandalous, and Ida found herself half enjoying that, the look of affronted decorum the bellkeep gave them when Robert snagged the keys to show her -unescorted- the rooms for lease.

“Yeah, two down on the left.” Robert was leaning against the kitchen counter and watching her unproductively trail her fingertips over the hallways paint job. “We could go in together on it.” he added, and that sort of voice of his made her shiver. In a nice way, a panicked sort of nice. When Robert Rosenthal tested the limit it was always with finesse. “Or you could check mine out. It’s got a better fireplace.”

Ida was rusty at flirting but banter she knew. She stalwartly kept her back to him lest those blue eyes make her foolish and continued to stroke the paint. “Does it have hardwoods, though? Mm?”

“I’ve got hardwoods.” his voice had reached a new low and Ida’s spine was alight from it.

She hardly recognized this creature toeing the line with him, inviting scandal, enjoying a man in pursuit, asking to see his apartment. What did she hope to inspire? Presumption? Ruination? Violence, even? There were so many reasons not to enter a bachelor’s apartment alone, and yet Ida asked, “May I see them?”

Robert never denied her anything. That was what was intoxicating about him. Nothing of himself was off limits. Poor behavior and bad decisions? He halted them in her as unwaveringly as her father but of himself? He was a wellspring of generosity. “Of course.”

His apartment was beautiful, if a little bare. Cluttered more than homey, records and case files scattered about but it was clean in the ways that mattered. And it smelled of him, his soap and his cologne and whatever invention he used to maim his curls into submission. She had treasured those scents on his scarf and now she had a whole location to breathe him in. It was staggering.

Robert watched her in his space the same as he had in the empty one, closely, yearningly, from a distance. For Ida to have come at all meant a great deal, she’d told Egan as much in excuse for not going and he’d told her in return she was ready. And here she was, feeling very rash, very torn and not at all like an intern reviewing prospective housing in a new city.

It was never going to be just that. Not with Rosie. She knew that and it terrified her.

“Want coffee?” He offered, breaking the stillness, that’s something she loved about his company, the way he never had to fill the space with more than what they brought to it. “You’re here now.” he cajoled and was already scooping grounds before she gave him a shy nod.

“Coffee would be lovely.”

He hummed as he filled up the pan, tinkering around in a not fully sterile kitchen. It had elements and food products and Ida was glad to see he was taken care of. “Choose a record.” he told her as she spaced out, intrigued beyond reason at the rolled up sleeves along his forearms.

“What?” she startled.

“Put on a record.”

Out of mischief alone she put on Tommy Dorsey. They’d had arguments over this, but he shouldn’t have owned any of he didn’t want her to play a jest. The pumping beginnings of Sunny Side of the Street began to tug into melody when she felt him, so close it would have been reason for spooking except she caught his approach in the reflection of the great glass windows, it was growing dark outside and she was still here and he was making her coffee and his hand on her waist suggested he intended to dance with her.

They were very good at dancing together. She loved their easy flow, missed the feeling of his strength with every spin and turn, his shoulder during a sway, agile hands when he tossed her off. He’d never asked when they were alone. The intimacy was unlike anything she’d ever felt as the coffee gurgled in the background and Dorsey’s trumpets blared and Rosie Rosenthal swayed her beneath his hands and a heavy lidded gaze.

“—Grab your coat, don’t forget your hat but leave your worries, leave ‘em on the doorstep, life’s sweet, just direct your feet to the su-sunny side of the street—“

Ida folded her hand over the soft fabric of his shoulder and laid her cheek there, knowing with a lesser man she’d be asking for trouble. Robert had some in store for her, but not the sort to dread. “I’d make a great to do about this if I didn’t think you’d just up and leave a nice dinner in the middle of my speech—“ he began to talk and she closed her eyes, just breathing him in and feeling him move her in tiny steps along his living room rug. Perhaps his mother had picked it out for him. Ida liked his mother and she liked Ida and she had told her to look after her soon in that grand apartment building. Robert couldn’t budge her from Brooklyn— “so I’m doing it now and I don’t want an answer right now either. But Ida, you know, y-you know this is coming and I’ve got to say it. I want you to marry me.”

Maybe she knew but still, it was startling. She felt her eyes smart and that alone was a surprise, not a sort of response she anticipated of herself. She screwed them shut all the tighter and pressed her cheek nearer to him. He knew so much -how could he ever want this.

“I’ve applied, Ida, to be an assistant council. For the trials over in Germany.” his voice was professional, gentle, she tried to breathe, “The way I see it, you haven’t even begun exams yet, you’ll learn more as my assistant over there than a whole year here floundering without contacts. It wouldn’t be a waste even on the professional level, you know? But that’s not all, you know it’s not all.”

“Robert.” she breathed.

“If they accept me that’s a year apart, that’s me over in Germany and calling you every day and it being too many hours apart and-“ he sounded genuinely panicked himself at the thought, “there’ll be censors and I’ll only get to tell you about the bratwurst I had for breakfast and how we really did a number on the architecture and -Ida, I don’t know about you but I can’t do it. I can’t be without you that long. The you, I mean the you I call and I know and who sorts my day out every evening with your laughs and anecdotes. Ida think on it.”

Oh she’d only ever hoped he felt the same but now he did, it was the most dreadful thing. Because he was right and that was always hard to argue with, but he also seemed genuine and that meant when she declined him he’d only be hurt, genuinely hurt. “I could go, Robert,” she thought it out, “and there’d be no need to marry.”

He shook his head, vehemently and she didn’t have to raise her own to know his eyes were wild and blue, “No, no stay or go I’ve gotta marry you, Ida. You’re it.”

“You like what we have?”

“It’s everything to me.”

“Then let’s not ruin it.” she begged. “It’ll be horrible and awful and if you think you can manage it now that’s all very sweet but one day you’ll not feel the same, and when you do then I won’t be able to take it. I’ll hold you to it, I’ll tell you I told you so. I can’t look the other way, I’m not that sort but you’re young and why won’t you? And I won’t stand for it. Don’t -let’s not ruin it, Robert. You’re too dear to me.”

He cupped a hand under her chin and lifted her face to his, smile lines crunching as he tucked his chin, she loved when he directed her like this. God she loved it. “I’m not wanting to ruin anything.” he replied levelly, “I’m trying to preserve what we have. I want this forever, Ida, forever. This, just this. Doesn’t ever need to be more, I want this.”

The record had begun to skip. “You know so much-“ she choked, “why would you ever want-“

“I love you.” it was always that simple, “And I won’t ever not. And you’re no charmer so you know when your boys and your girls love you it’s for you and you don’t doubt them and I don’t deserve that either, you’re everything good and right and what I believe in, and I wanna wake up next to you in Nuremberg Germany or Victor, New York and I wanna be reminded I’ve got a reason to go on and I wanna slip in beside you at the end of the day in our pajamas and tell you what justice we’ve done and who we’ve locked up -Ida, look me in the eyes and tell me you can do without me. Even if you can, I can’t without you. I can’t. I want you. Think on it, please sweetheart; think on it.”

He was thumbing tears away now and his own cheeks seemed to glisten. “I can’t promise you anything.” she cried, “I don’t even know if I can sleep next to you.”

“Then we’ll buy matching sofas.” he argued, “Or the adjoining apartment.”

“That’s not a wife, that’s a roommate.”

“That’s a wife -a companion.”

“A companion? What are you, ninety five? Did you have mumps as a child, Robert? Is this where this is coming from?”

“Ida, I don’t expect a damn thing from you. You know it. I think you know it.”

“Yes, which is perturbing.” she hit back, “And if you think I will progress faster with someone breathing down my neck and tapping their foot in impatience -you’re more fool than I thought.”

“This, Ida.” he was implacable, “I want this. What we have right now.”

She pulled away from his embrace, realizing how long she had allowed his arms to cradle her after their dance had ended. How heatedly they had begun to discuss this, how close he was. How handsome he looked, how well he argued—“Arguments.” she scoffed, “You want arguments?”

“I wanna marry you.” he grinned back.

“Ah yes, no see,” Ida took to pacing, a habit picked up from him and there's the rub, “that’s where we differ. Marrying me would be quite the mistake and ruin -well I can’t take credit for your life, I don't think I’ve that much power, but I do think I could manage to ruin a decent portion of your late twenties and that would be most unfair for a man of your standing and…sweetness.”

“S’long as it’s you doin’ the ruining.” Rosie rejoined lazily from his steadfast position atop Till Death Do Us Part Hill. “How ‘bout that coffee?”

“I didn’t agree to anything!” she chased after him as he ambled into the kitchen, his back looked so broad in this domestic scene.

“And I didn’t ask for an answer.”

“You’re infuriating sometimes, Robert.”

“You called me sweet five seconds ago.”

“Case in point.”

“You’re going to love law school, Ida. They train you to snap professionally, you’ll take to it like a fish to water.”

“Truly insufferable.”

“You’d like Germany in the fall.”

“Robert!”

“Here’s your coffee; black, one sugar.”

“You remembered.”

“Ida. Please.”

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[iya5rt]

Kalopsia Project [Bakugo Katsuki x Reader – Tokyo Ghoul AU]

Chapter 11 – Games – of Waiting, of Gambling, and of Time

Chapter Summary: And yet, the timer was quickly ticking down…

Kalopsia Project Masterpost

Glossary:

Tartarus –a ghoul detention center owned by the CCG. Captured ghouls get detained here after the decision is made to keep them alive either for information, Quirk materials, or any other exceptional need from them. (Called Cochlea in Tokyo Ghoul)

(excerpts taken from the Tokyo Ghoul Wiki)

***

Just this morning, he had slipped on a black face mask to hide his face from the bustling world of humans. And the very same night, he had to adorn a different mask of black and orange to remain hidden among others of his own kind. It seemed like lately no one was allowed a break.

Bakugo had never worn his mask all that much and he remembered going to a strange pink-haired girl (who’d been a tad too energetic for his liking) many years ago. Aizawa had told him that, as a ghoul, he needed to possess a mask to hide his face from humans and especially the pesky Ghoul Investigators when he was out to look for food. A week after their initial visit to “take measurements”, he’d returned to that pink-haired girl and received a mask that was apparently designed by her.

He didn’t want to admit it out loud, but at the time he’d found the design to be quite cool – with all the shapes reminiscent of an explosion and the colors matching his kagune exactly. Now, a few years down the line, he realized it looked a tad too immature and stupid. Though perhaps that was for the best – after all, the further this mask strayed from who he was, the lesser the chance somebody would recognize him.

He put it on, though lifted it a bit, so as to not hide his face quite yet – the need for that wouldn’t arise for another hour or two. He only hoped an hour or two won’t be too late…

Walking to the door, his eyes briefly registered the sight of the small bed covered by a pure white sheet. The memories flooded his mind – he could recall how they’d been forced to throw out what used to be a perfectly good white sheet from the very same bed, after he’d brought in the injured and practically dying [F/N] to Yuuei, where Midoriya had tended to her wounds.

And speaking of that first night she had spent there…

“Damn that sly bastard…” Bakugo muttered under his breath, just as Midoriya and Todoroki peeked their heads inside the room to check up on him. “He slipped off to somewhere again. He reeks of suspicion,” the grumbling continued. And he was right – nobody had seen Monoma since he’d first walked out upon Bakugo’s arrival and the news that [F/N] had been kidnapped. Who knew what he was doing or how he might have been involved with this whole thing from the beginning…?

With all three boys now out in the halls, soon joined by the remaining couple of members to this impromptu “rescue operation” – namely Uraraka and Ida, preparations seemed to be complete. Aizawa also emerged from somewhere nearby and passed by them, motioning for everyone to follow him into the main area of the café, where he stopped and gave one final explanation.

“Good to see you’re all ready. We have to be rational with our time, since we don’t know how much of it we have. We’re taking off any minute now.” He tapped a few times on his phone and brought up a map with a clearly marked start and end point, and a curvy red line connecting the two. “It will take us about an hour to get to the facility All Might told us about. He’s prepared to send the anonymous message to the CCG at dawn, so we will have to wrap this up as early as we can. Objections?”

The five remained silent, only exchanging worried glances – though whether it was for their own safety, for the success of the rescue, or even just for [F/N]’s wellbeing, was a mystery to them as well. The crushing silence was broken by a single pair of footsteps, followed by the jingling of a bell, as Bakugo opened the front door and briefly stopped in front of it.

“We should hurry up and leave already.”

***

You’d never realized how easy it was for one to start pitying themselves. In fact, you were pretty sure you’d done this time and time again without even knowing it.

But with pity, came the urge to give up. To just accept the place you’re in is one you can’t escape and greet whatever gruesome fate awaited you with open arms.

You’d never really come to that conclusion before, so perhaps you were relieved when it finally dawned on you. Because with it, came the will to show you could defy it – to struggle and to not give in, to find a way no matter what.

It’d taken you a few minutes to finally get a hold of yourself but, once the last of your tears had been wiped away, your train of thought picked up again at last and you swiftly checked each idea it hauled over from the darkest depths of your mind.

First, you’d stuck your hands in your pockets, sighing when, much like you’d expected, you found them to be empty. They had taken what little money you’d been carrying, your cellphone, and even the train ticket from your trip to meet with All Might.

So, your first conclusion came – you couldn’t call for help, neither from your own phone (though you doubted this place would have had any signal to begin with), nor from a payphone, due to all your change being taken away too.

But that bridge was one you were going to cross when you got there. Before the bridge, came a much bigger and intimidating wall you’d have to climb – escaping from this room and the building it was part of.

Next, you moved to observing the walls. You must have looked like an idiot, just moving along the perimeter of the room, gliding your hand across the walls and staring at them with furrowed brows. Fortunately, there was nobody here to see you acting like this.

And if looking like an idiot was what it took for you to get out of this mess, you’d make that trade in the blink of an eye.

There weren’t any windows (the only light in the small stuffy room was coming from a dim light in the middle of the ceiling, which was a bit too high for you to reach), and though you didn’t dare try the door’s handle in fear of alerting whoever the muffled voices you kept hearing from right beyond it must have belonged to, you were absolutely certain it was locked. In fact, you regretted not listening more carefully when Ujiko had left the room earlier, but your vague memory was enough to recall the sound of at least another few locks, before his footsteps had faded away into the distance.

So then… what did this mean? If there were no windows and the walls were naturally too sturdy to break with your bare hands, that meant you had to sneak out the door, right? But if the door was locked with who knew how many locks and had guards positioned in front of it… did that mean it was a no-go too? There simply had to be a way, right!? Unfortunately, that way might have had to wait until they came to lead you of here themselves…

The deafening silence of the room only served to remind you of yet another thing you were utterly helpless about – the hunger that kept worsening and worsening. It was as though you had been suppressing it for years and suddenly it was all coming back to bite you with full force. But that was something you were sure you’d figure out as soon as you returned to Yuuei safely. Surely everyone there would have a way for you to deal with it.

Yes… returning safely… To Yuuei. To your… home? Yeah, perhaps that wasn’t too far off.

Returning there was all that really mattered to you in this moment.

As if with the sole intention of interrupting that momentary peace the thought of Yuuei had brought you, the door was freed from all the complicated locks that separated you from freedom and yet again creaked open. Two men walked in, followed by Ujiko himself. Ah, how you were quickly growing to hate every inch of his appearance and every word that left his mouth. To think the first time you would ever hate someone with such a burning passion, it would be directed not at a ghoul, but a fellow human.

Though perhaps “fellow human” didn’t quite apply. Not for you, quickly turning into something much too different, and not for him, who’d long lost his humanity with the launch of this cruel project.

You knew struggling now was pointless, so you had to grit your teeth, even as the two men who’d entered the room alongside Ujiko walked up to you and took a hold of one of your arms each, forcing you to stand up and walk. The couple of seconds you’d used to take in their appearances told you that those faces weren’t quite as unfamiliar as you had thought them to be.

They were the two who’d trailed you just yesterday, disappearing only once Monoma had come to your “aid” (you still couldn’t quite tell whether it was for his own gain or not), and, though you’d lost consciousness quite quickly and hadn’t seen much of your attackers, you were also suspecting it had been those two that had ambushed Bakugo and you and had kidnapped you and brought you here in the first place.

As you were led away, your mind swarmed with many questions and even more harsh words you wanted to spit in those grinning faces of theirs. Still, after a week long string of struggle after struggle, of causing trouble after trouble for everyone at Yuuei and always having somebody come in to save you, you finally knew better than to push your luck. It wasn’t a matter of setting everyone against you from the start. No, this was a game. But unlike the game of cat and mouse you’d played with Monoma, this was a waiting game.

Those who won the game were always those who first knew they were playing. Thus, you hoped that small advantage of yours wouldn’t be revealed. Not before you could escape.

When Ujiko had finally had enough of your silent glares, he cleared his throat.

“It seems our guests are almost here, so we better hurry. Wouldn’t want to keep them waiting long.” The smirk in his voice was evident. This statement – it was pointed straight at you. A challenge. He too had joined the game. On his side, this was nothing but a gamble. But he had played all his cards well so far. It was a gamble he was confident in.

“Guests…?” A small sinking sensation whispered to you that you knew what he was saying, that this answer should have been quite clear before he’d even spoken. The doctor stopped in his tracks, looking back at you, his grin growing even wider.

“There were a handful who learned of this project alongside you. Quite unrightfully so. It’s only natural we should get rid of them.”

Whatever it was that was causing this sinking sensation finally hit rock bottom, yet the impact of the crash resulted in a sudden gasp, the widening of your eyes and momentary falter of your heartbeat.

No, he can’t be serious, he can’t-

Though you couldn’t even utter another word, you finally snapped out of your daze and tried to struggle out of the grip of your two captors, kicking out with your legs and swinging your arms without regard to what you could have hit. If anything, you were hoping they’d hit something.

Yet your burst of defiance came to end as quickly as it had begun, the two men tightening their grip on your forearms and sharply twisting them at an unnatural angle. The sudden pain made some water gather at the corners of your eyes and you bit your lip before you could cry out in pain – no way were you going to give them that satisfaction. But it was a demonstration that it wasn’t you that was in control – the game had simply been rigged against you from the start.

“Why…” you quietly muttered. “I’m never going to be on your side after all this. Then… why do you sound so sure this is all going to work out in your favor?”

If the aim of this project was to create perfect soldiers to combat the ghouls, why would I, someone who has been shown nothing but kindness by ghouls these past couple of days, ever agree to fight them…? This doesn’t seem right.

There has to be something even I don’t know about yet…

Ujiko gave a small chuckle, as he practically skipped on ahead.

“That’s not something you need to worry about. You see, I have slowly but surely been perfecting each subject as time went on. I’ve long figured out that part.” As he spoke, his eyes darted to the far-off corners of the dark hallway you were led down. There, hidden so well by the darkness that you almost hadn’t even noticed him, a figure sat hunched unnaturally. Only then did the faint noise of frantic scratching break the silence, as you stared with wide eyes at the hands almost clawing at his neck.

You couldn’t see his face, but something in you told you it must have been some heart-wrenching mix between a sight that was both pitiful yet chilling. Was this another one of Ujiko’s heartless experiments…? Another person whose life had been wrecked just like that. And if your luck had really run out, perhaps you were going to meet a fate much like his.

“However, the subjects who listened and remained obedient were heavily damaged by the RC cells. They were no good. Or at least, not as good as they could have been, though I’m sure they’d do just fine in a simple fight.”

Soon the figure disappeared into the darkness yet again, as you turned a sharp corner in the hallway and arrived in front of a large door with the single man you recognized as having guarded the room you’d been locked in earlier standing in front of it. You’d only gotten a mere glimpse of him earlier but now that you took a closer look, you noticed how his eyes, despite still being much like those of any other ghoul, had the bright red hue replaced by a yellow color.

However, soon enough you were ushered to walk inside the room and lost sight of the peculiar ghoul.

He even has ghouls working for him, doesn’t he…? Maybe he promised to forgive their crimes and take them in as the assistants that would do his dirty work, instead of letting them rot in Tartarus for the rest of their lives.

Unlike the hallway, this room was much bigger and lighter. Your eyes darted all around, looking for another exit, perhaps even a window you could’ve escaped from. If only Ujiko could have just dismissed those pesky guards of his holding you in place.

The room was large and open, with almost no furniture inside. Only in one of the darker corners was there something of interest in the form of a small table with all sorts of tools and odd liquids in transparent containers scattered all around. Some of them looked much like those you’d find in a regular doctor’s office, yet there were a few that seemed slightly more unsettling.

“We didn’t really need a child soldier on our side, you see,” Ujiko began, tinkering with some of the tools. You didn’t have much time, so you focused on scanning the rest of the room – there had to be something to aid your escape. “But we found the experiment worked best with our younger subjects. So then, we were faced with a dilemma – what to do now, which option to choose?”

His approaching footsteps made you turn to look at him. The moment you did however, you realized your time was up.

He was right in front of you and, before you could even think to move, a sharp pain came from your neck, the sight of a syringe barely registering in your peripheral vision.

“That’s when we came up with the perfect solution. What about a subject whose transformation is activated through a sudden increase of RC cells?” He retrieved the syringe and the two holding you stepped back, letting you drop to the ground, a hand pressing hard at the throbbing spot where whatever he had injected you with had entered your system.

No… It wasn’t “whatever”… It was…

However, even your thoughts had soon cut off. Once again, your world was merely blurring in and out of view, as your entire body screamed in pain.

***

There was no need to even try and make out Bakugo’s silhouette in the pitch black night. The sound of his hurried steps was more than enough to give away where he was.

A little ways behind him, Midoriya’s eyes were pointed at his back in concern.

“Has he ever acted like this before?” Todoroki asked, surprising Midoriya for a moment, even though he’d been beside him from the start. “I’m asking because you two have known each other for a long time, right?” After a momentary silence, Midoriya nodded, moving his gaze somewhere off into the distance instead.

“No, you’re right – we have known each other for a while now. But… I don’t think I’ve ever seen him act quite like this. Ever since he first brought [F/N]-san to Yuuei, he has slowly but surely been changing. Or at least, I think he has been. But in the past…” A distant look accompanied the sad smile that played on his lips. “He used to be disgusted at the mere thought of humans. And not to mention his personality is kinda unapproachable to begin with,” he laughed. Todoroki on the other hand mimicked Midoriya’s earlier actions and took a slow look at the blond up ahead.

“Then there has to be something about [L/N] that makes her different?” Both thought for a moment or two.

“I wonder that too. She has been a welcome change for all of us, ever since we all met her for the first time. When you think about it, there aren’t many humans who decide to approach us, talk to us, even befriend us. Not after they learn what we really are, at least. It’s almost like a dream come true for those of us who want to simply live a normal life without the constant fear of being shunned by everyone. Of course, I can’t really blame them either – I’m sure if I were a human, I would also be afraid of ghouls. It’s how our world was created and there is little we can do to change it.

“Out of all of us, maybe it hit Kacchan the hardest. He used to be even more closed off in the past, did you know? Never trusting anyone – not after it was trust that killed his parents.” Todoroki’s eyes briefly widened – Bakugo had never been one to openly share his past, but this was the first he’d ever heard of that. Then again, he had a lot he hadn’t yet shared with anyone at Yuuei but Midoriya.

Though he had opened his mouth to speak up again, Midoriya went silent as soon as Bakugo came to a sudden stop and looked back towards Aizawa, who was guarding the back and making sure none of the five were left behind. After receiving a nod of approval, they proceeded to stealth their way beyond the wired fence of the large building they’d found themselves beside.

One by one, everybody climbed over the fence and took a defensive stance, expecting the enemy to attack any moment now. This was, after all, the building where they should have been holding her captive. The very same building which had been attacked by all those ghouls years ago and was supposedly wrecked and left abandoned.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t as abandoned as it had once seemed.

The sudden gust of wind was all the warning the rescue team received before an array of four different kagune and their owners jumped at them.

There was no time for this bullshit. They had to get in, now.

Bakugo fended one of the attackers off with his own kagune, only for Uraraka to step in right in front of him, pushing the enemy back. She turned to Bakugo and called out.

“Go inside with Aizawa-san, we’re gonna hold off these guys!!”

With a single nod, Bakugo and Aizawa disappeared from the fight that had already begun, advancing further within the enemy’s lair.

They too were playing a game. Theirs, however, was a game of speed. Of who would catch the other first.

Everybody was playing a game.

And though for everybody it was a game of their own, they were all together in a single twisted competition. But it was their lives they were competing for.

And the timer was quickly ticking down.

***

Author’s Note: Feels weird not having the Classified Information files… Alright, time to bring on the sad news – what you just read was Chapter 11. Next Wednesday, I will be posting Chapter 12, and the following week comes the Epilogue.

I haven’t written them yet (amazing time management on my end, I know), so I’m not 100% certain I will be able to fit everything else into a single chapter, though I don’t think I can split it into two chapters either, so chances are, Chapter 12 is just going to be on the longer end, similar to the first chapter.

It’s been quite the journey but I’ll save all the cheesy talk for the Epilogue (which, might I add, is one of the chapters I’ve been most excited to write lol) Until then, enjoy the current developments! I hope you liked this chapter – there aren’t any crazy twists here but hey, we need to set up the endgame.

A quick clarification about Ujiko’s explanation that the transformation begins with an increase in RC cells (I forget if I ever explained what those were, so basically – a certain type of cells that form a ghoul’s kagune and, while they’re present in the bodies of humans too, their numbers are miniscule, compared to those in the bodies of ghouls). Well, then you might be wondering why Reader-chan’s transformation began prior to Ujiko injecting her with what was actually just some liquid containing RC cells?

Now, might I remind you that she got stabbed by Monoma’s kagune in Chapter 1. I’m not sure how well that would stand in the canon Tokyo Ghoul universe but hey, this is an AU anyway. Basically, this caused some RC cells from his kagune to enter Reader-chan’s system and trigger the transformation a bit earlier than Ujiko and co. had planned. Oof, that was longer than I expected.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you’re all doing well amidst the quarantine. I’ll see you all next week and in the meantime – please drop a comment to share your thoughts on yet another chapter! I love you all and I’ll see you again next week♥ Bye~

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Do you know if it's confirmed yet how Iduna is pronounced? Because I'm from Scandinavia myself, and my name is Ida (which is a short and modernized version of Iduna). In Scandinavia, Iduna is pronounce as EE-doo-nah, but in America where Frozen II is made, it might be pronounced as eye-DUE-na (capitalized is where the pressure is). So far, Disney has done the names correctly, but I'm kind of worried about how (almost) my own name will be pronounced...

i don’t know for sure. i’ve always pronounced it as the second one in my head. i think we will have to wait for the movie to come out unless her name pops up in any future sneak peeks or the next trailer. 

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food truck manufacturers in los angeles

A Peterbilt Truck owner. Proud. Loyal. Hardworking. Determined. With Peterbilt owners, it's evident in everything they do, as a result of the care, attention and semi truck accessories they add into and outside their trucks.

The red oval logo bearing the name'Peterbilt'in cursive handwriting mightn't be of much significance to a man on the street. But the exact same logo for a truck lover symbolizes premium quality trucks, a penchant for picking out something new and going at lengths for giving the customers an from the world experience, even though it means sending engineers onto the field. Well, we're referring to Peterbilt, a renowned name on earth of heavy-duty food truck manufacturers in los angeles.

However, a sneak peek at the history of Peterbilt reveals that it has not been a walk in the clouds with this legendary truck manufacturer. Actually, unlike cars, motor trucks never had an easy start. During the first 1900s, railroads were used for carrying goods cross-country. Similarly, rivers, canals and horses were other popular means of transportation. In addition, the possible lack of motor- ready roads meant that there have been few takers for motor trucks.

However, the onset of First World War proved to a benefit in disguise for motor trucks. Railroads were proving insufficient for the transportation of food, war supplies and other material. This meant that more and more trucks were pressed into service by the government. The us government also took steps to construct highways and quality roads. By the full time the war, ended, motor trucks had cemented their place as an important means of transportation.

The growth juggernaut continued rolling well following the First World War. However, the Great Depression brought mixed baggage for truck manufacturers. Though some brands were registering growth, there have been others like Fageol, which became bankrupt.

Fageol was soon brought by T.A. Peterman, a logger and plywood manufacturer from Tacoma, Washington. His lumber business was registering an extraordinary growth and hence he was searching for creating custom chain drive logging trucks. Fageol was later re-christened as the company chairman.

Peterman concentrated on quality rather than quantity. When rivals like Ford were coming out with 100 trucks per day, Peterbilt was rolling just 100 trucks a year. Soon it etched a special invest the hearts of truck lovers.

Peterbilt was one of many first companies that sent out its engineers to get a first hand connection with the difficulties faced by truckers and make appropriate modifications from the field. This further enabled Peterbilt to climb up the loyalty charts with trucking companies and individual semi truck owner operators.

The death of Peterman in 1945 saw the ownership passing to the hands of his widow, Ida. She sold the assets to the employees of Peterbilt, but not the land. Later in 1958, she announced her plans of building a shopping center on the plant site. This put the new owners into food truck manufacturing. In order to avoid the likelihood of large and long-term debt, the company was set up for sale. It had been later acquired by Pacific Car and Foundry, which owned Kenworth trucks.

Later, it went on to develop many innovative strategies, like using aluminum to lessen cab and chassis weight and increasing payload capacity, manufacturing trucks for used in transporting refuse, introducing right-hand stand-up drive capabilities etc.

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Naughty and Nice

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Poor Steeb. But Flooooof.      

Word Count: 751

A/N: This is done for mine and Ida’s @sebs-potato 12 marvelous days of Christmas challenge and this is the fourth prompt: Wishlist

It’s also my entry for @sorenmarie87 Christmas writing challenge and my prompt is the beautiful aesthetic she made below the header plus the bolded quote.

Betaed by: @blacktithe7 - thank you Erin

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Somehow through the years of living with the Avengers, it had become a tradition for you to make a list of the heroes wishes. You would sneak into their room to try and figure out hints and clues to what would make them the happiest to receive that year.

Only, you were a child at heart, so you couldn’t help but mess with them a little when you were in there. Turn their clothes inside out on the hangers, turn their drawers upside down, unplug their chargers, switch their Netflix accounts around, innocent silly little things that evoked a reaction from them all, but never anything that hurt them in any way.

Them being busy with your little shenanigans also meant that your boyfriend had no trouble whatsoever sneaking in the gifts for his friends as they searched the Tower for you, to scold you for whatever prank you had pulled on them that time. One of the perks of the power of invisibility was having super soldiers stomp right past you, calling your name and no one knowing you were there. Except for Sam who had somehow managed to develop a sixth sense when it came to you.

You gasped as Sam’s arms closed around your waist from behind as you peeked out into the main hallway from the corridor you had been hiding in as Tony had rushed past you a moment ago. It had taken all your willpower to not burst out laughing as he grumbled about how it would have been easier to live with a family of pixies than you.

“He’s downstairs already,” Sam whispered against your neck, making your shiver slightly before turning visible in his arms.

“Come hide in my room?” he asked as you spun around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck with a pout on your lips.

“How do you do that? You always know where I am,” you sighed, making Sam laugh and press his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

“I don’t know. I just know. I can feel you I guess,” he answered truthfully, with a slightly shy smile on his face.

You blushed, kissing him back. The truth was, that as annoying as it could be when you tried to surprise him, you loved that he just knew. All your life you had used your power to hide from the people around you. To run away from your problems. You couldn’t do that with Sam, but you never needed too. He was always in your corner. Always calling you out if you went too far on your pranks or if you tried hiding your emotions from him. He was there to listen and love you through whatever you had gone through since you had arrived at the Tower. All the Avengers was family, but Sam was so much more. He was the love of your life and you never wanted to hide from him.

“What it that?” you laughed when you spotted the t-shirt Sam was wearing. You took a step back to read the text when he held his hands out to the sides with a proud grin on his face.

I’m nice. She’s the naughty one →

“I got one for you too,” Sam chuckled, when you started laughing, pulling the shirt from his back pocket where it had been dangling.

I’m naughty. He’s the nice one →

“I love them, Babe,” you giggled, turning invisible to pull your t-shirt over your head. You quickly replaced it with the one Sam handed you, before turning visible again. No one past you in the hallway, but you didn't take any chances with a Tower filled with men. Steve was finally looking you in the eyes again without blushing after having walked in on you one morning when he had been late for their run. That was a mistake he hadn’t made again, and you didn’t wanna scar the poor man further.

“I’m not sure Bucky will agree with that part,” you smirked as you made yourself visible again, pressing a finger to Sam’s chest where the word nice was written.

“Then I’ll just return the way too expensive Xbox I just dragged up here. Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?” Sam grumbled, making you giggle.

“No you won’t, and no you don’t,” you insisted before kissing him deeply, just as Steve walked down the hall behind you.

“Oh. Sorry,” he mumbled, quickly disappearing the way he came, causing Sam to burst out laughing as you blushed, hiding your face against his neck.

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The Salmon Arm Wedding at Dolan Creek Farm Sampler

It’s not often I get to shoot a wedding in Salmon Arm. It’s a lovely small town, with quaint farmhouses dotting the hills. It has everything I love – big venues, lots of tall grass, and cows sometimes hanging around those venues. We’ll get into the amazing Dolan Creek Farm soon enough – for now, we start at about 10:30 am, with the detail shots.

Of course, we could count on this couple to give it their own twist.

Yup, personalized wedding day socks. I knew already that it was going to be a fun day.

I moved on to the dresses and the rings. The girl’s place was amazing – wide open spaces, wood everywhere, and tall windows.

Over at the guys, they had just finished breakfast. I made my way to the Prestige to get photos.

That’s a guy who’s ready for this first look!

The girls were just finishing up. Mom helped with the wedding dress, and the bridesmaids helped with Grandma’s pearls.

And we were off, for a first look, with a twist!

And here it is, a special gift to her groom. Personalized, even with a hand written letter, of course.

Turns out he’s an oilers fan! He was absolutely blown away. Of course, we had to try them out right away.

Time for photos of the bridal party! They’re a pretty fun crew.

Quite the flowers, aren’t they? Let’s take a moment to appreciate them.

We made our way to Dolan Creek Farms, and I even managed to snap a quick portrait or two on the way!

These two wanted a photo with each other. Here ya go!

Dolan Creek was beautifully decorated. You could see Mount Ida in the background, symmetrically above the bridal arch. Guests had just begun to arrive, and we even had a few freeloaders.

The ceremony was beautiful. It was heartfelt, with hand-written vows, and parents barely keeping it together. Nope, that won’t be in this sneak peak. Yes, it’ll be in the full album.

And then, the first kiss.

Of course, after the ceremony, we had family photos. What’s great about Doling, is that we have a lot of choices when it comes to locations. I had scouted out the location in April, and met the lovely owners, so I was prepared. I was only moderately prepared for the sheer size of this family.

Still. What a backdrop. I don’t usually feel compelled to post family photos in sneak peeks, but boy do I love this one!

Speaking of things I love, the sun had just begun to set. I don’t often get a massive field with a beautiful mountain backdrop behind it, so I took full advantage.

….And then, we rushed back because dinner was ready. There were a few times we snuck away, and got a little carried away. Now that you can see the pictures, you know why!

Unfortunately, though, this is where I’ll have to leave you. Keep in mind, this isn’t all the photos. This is a quite the sampler though, 45 of the photos taken today.

It doesn’t feel like 45 photos, does it?

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If you’d like to save any of these photos, simply long press on them on your cell phone, or right click on them on your computer. Then select, “Open in new tab” – you’ll be able to save from there.

Thank you for reading this far. I put a lot of time and work into these sneak peeks, so it’s great that you’ve taken the time to read all this!

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