#< PUUUSHING IT WITH THAT ONE

[shiresome]

COUGHING UP BLOOD. LISTEN TO ME

[bunnyb34r]

Oh I'm so beating the ADHD allegations tonight lads

I was struuuuuggling to get up and change the crab bowls and get myself drinks for the night. Was planning on just spritzing the tank to maintain humidity and change em tomorrow. Somehow my brain pushed me and I was not only able to change the bowls (and slightly fluff up the substrate and even it out much to Gurkle's annoyance), I was also able to: wash the rice cooker pot, get juice & tea, and grabbed pop tarts for snacks. 😎🤙 hell yeah

[shesmore-shoebill]

ah, to be spencer, firing at a creature trying to kill me while Amangela supportively(?) chant "head head head head". this is #gaming

+ Bonus callback to "puuush? puuuuush? puuush".

(Truly glad Amangela are getting to experience one of the joys of gaming with friends, which is everyone absentmindedly echoing each other's nonsensical noises while focusing on something)

[bearbirth]

Thought of the day: Dragons normally have large clutches. This one is special and is only having one HUGE egg. And she's absolutely loving it, wanting to savor her long, difficult birth as much as she possibly can. The idea that she could potentially be pushing on and off for days gets her wet enough to flood her hoard~

I love it~! A species that lays one large egg. Maybe she was supposed to birth it as a dragon but got caught in labor in her human form. So now she’s just pushing and puuushing because the pressure is so much but it takes so long for her to stretch~!

[caffernnn]

Free! Anniversary Fic Recs 🦋🐋🐬🦈🐧 Can you share your fav fics from each year (2013-2023) Free! has been around?

This is a very fun ask!! Lemme root through my bookmarks and see what I can find 😅

2013 - A lot of the stories I have saved from this time are shorter lil one-shots like “Never Leave” by Shimegami (classic mh hug-it-out interlude fic) and “The Sound of Settling” by teke (feelings realization stuff), but one other one I liked was “The Ocean You Gave My Heart” by miaoujones. Smut warning for that one (if that’s not your thing), but something about desert-bound Makoto learning to swim and indulge in water with Haru, thinking upon meeting him that he’s a wonder whether he’s really a mermaid or not, that’s neat!!

2014 - starting to realize the ones I kept any note of from the early years are some of the popular mh fics probably already recommended 10 times over, but there’s a reason why people sing their praises. If you haven’t checked out fics from tide tothemoon like 2/13189000 (mhtokyo my beloved), their writing is *chef’s kiss* delightful. Another AU I haven’t been able to bring myself to revisit was orihime’s reincarnation stories from “I cannot be without you, matter of fact.” There are two different stories, one where Makoto remembers their past lives and a follow up where Haru remembers, and oh that made me ache dude.

2015 - Speaking of suffering, have y’all checked out Heart’s Departure yet? I think we’ve referenced and talked about that story enough for it to speak for itself 🥴 heartbreaking circumstances but still cosmic and so so beautiful. Then, once you’re done crying about that story, hop over to “Shake the Heavens” by Ad_Astra to break down over (what I described in my ao3 bookmark) Makoto and Haru’s “inherently cataclysmic devotion.” I guess 2015 was the year of shoving the boys into tragic AUs and seeing how much they were willing to give up to get back to each other. A whole vibe

2016 - let’s goooo gamers, more AUs!! “I’d Create Oceans For You” by trashness is a fun fantasy adventure that has both tender moments and interesting action (and some banger art from donguris omggg). If you want something more future-fish-flavored that shows that happily-ever-after doesn’t save you from your grief, “Sublimation” by RedScribbler was great. You can find more of my thoughts on that one if you scroll back a bit in my “fic recs” tag — one of y’all sent it in and yeeees it was so up my alley!

2017 - Alright fellas, there are so many to choose from, because now we’re getting into the macbetha years! Who would I be if I didn’t mention “Eyes Wide Open All The Time” tbh?? It’s a long one with its own hard-hitting involved lore and world-building, but Beth builds this unique story in a way that pulls from the characters we know and love so effectively. I’ve sung the praises for this story multiple times (and could so do it again bro don’t tempt me) but I’ll end off with saying that if you’re fascinated in watching deeply-wounded people who’ve been put through hell learn how to make a life in the aftermath, there’s something special for you here. Aaaand, if you want something about 1/10 the length and not as heavy, “159 (Architect/Interior Designer AU)” by intoxicatedcinnamon has some fun moments 😌 that’s another one where you can find more of my thoughts somewhere in the fic recs tag (love when y’all send me stories 💚💙)

2018 - “Coral and Bone” by Macbetha my beloved!!!! Wanna play mermaids and fight the gods? Maybe try to find that summer magic that makes you want to keep going and accidentally fall in love on the way? I am puuushing you toward this story bestie. Everyone’s here and everyone’s having fun! OH ALSO I’m throwing in “Night Changes” by SEMellark because I love stories where Makoto and Haru actually figure out how to talk to each other. (Side note — a lot of these are probably gonna be things I’ve rec’d in the past, so feel free to scroll my tag for more details and consider this list an extra endorsement 😅)

2019 - (drops basket full of love for mutuals) OOPS OOPS OOPS!!! Don’t mind me, just popping in with some “Let’s Get Married” by sagesprouts and “Anthropocene” by testosterogna, nothing to see here but some classic natsunao shenanigans and one of the sickest elemental bender AUs out there 😌✨ I also have some fics from Svana saved from this year, but I’ll be mentioning her again later so hold on okay!!

2020 - alright, now the list is getting longer with everyone jumping back in during the early pandemic days 🏃🏻‍♀️SO FIRST OFF “green eyes, you’re the one I wanted to find” by infinite_always is an absolute FLUFF FEST of a soulmate AU! Unbearably tender moments but who doesn’t love that every so often? OH AND we have another one of my all-time ultimate fic recs here!! “Reaching” by CupNoodles55 has shaped and reshaped how I look back at Eternal Summer in the way I’d want any great canon-compliant fic to. Big love for interlude scenes and extra bits that help recontextualize or deepen what a moment could’ve meant in the show. Gonna end off 2020 with “The Sea Aflame” by Dizzydodo because even though this urban fantasy story is unfinished, I was super drawn in by the prospects of dragon!Makoto and whatever god stuff was going on with Sousuke. An interesting universe I love thinking about again from time to time.

2021 - Starting off strong with “love on the water, love underwater (and so on)” by rudimentaryflair because we love introspection here!!! Lovely writing style with lines that make me want to scale the walls. This take on Makoto is so so special. Also gonna rec “To Clear Away Today” by suhmayzooka (omg hiiii) if you want to be thrown into another hard-hitting intricate AU with loads of potential. Love exploring what we’ve got to see of the world so far 💞 and OOOH IT’S TIME!! “Extraordinary” by Svana_Vrika is basically canon to me at this point. Svana has a lot of sweet shorter stories with Makoto and Haru (look here, look here), but this one is everythinggg my guy. Similar appeal to “Reaching” mentioned earlier: a story of interludes that bring the story we already know to life in a delightful new way. Required reading for mhtokyo fans forreal. ONE LAST ONE OKAY!! “Teacher” by VeloxVoid is a great future fic with teacher!Makoto and artist!Haru (and I’m not biased just bc it was a gift exchange for me with details fit to my specific tastes wdym🧍🏻). Domestic blisssss

2022 - Ooh we’ve almost caught up y’all ☺️ gonna start with “All This and Heaven Too” by SocksAreArgyle because sometimes the bestie crafts a smorgasbord of smut with a delicious throughline of character/relationship development baked in. If you want your choice of spicy makoharus or some character exploration, you’re SET with this one. Next is “I Let My Heart Go” by martincrieff because sometimes the bestie looks at poor pining Makoto and goes “you know what would be messed up?” AND I JUST !!! So full of love and now full of flower petals. Hanahaki!Makoto my dearest boy!! Aaaand ending off the year with some tender mh (to Ikuya’s detriment) in “The Night Train” by Lizzyboo. They’re so softtt with each other and UGH this story is so nice. Love watching people take the crumbs from FS/FS2 and make a meal 💜

2023 - The year is young! And old! So here’s some more, with who knows how many bangers yet to come 🎉 First going to throw in the Makoharu Week 2023 collection for your perusal because I saw some fantastic stories emerge from that event. If you have twitter, I’d recommend also seeing some of the threadfics posted over there from the event as well 💚💙 and I thiiink I’m gonna close off for now with “just like it was always meant to be” by tonfea because they’ve been putting out banger stories that deserve all the love. Haru introspection is one of those things that isn’t always done very well (which is especially hard to reckon with in older fics) but tonfea’s stories all have an intimate understanding about Haru’s mind and journey that just makes sense.

Alright hello we made it to the end!!! Might’ve thrown in more than expected but I hope makoharu enjoyers find something on this list that fits their fancy 🥲 (and if anyone wants to rec something or ramble about a story here that they loved I’m all ears)

[changenbirthenstein]

First Clutch

(TF WARNING: Girl into Chicken)

An arm wrapped around my throat, holding me tight.

I struggled, one arm pinned between us, the other pulling at the elbow restraining me. I grunted, able to breathe, but was unable to move. A hand caressed my midsection, sending a warm feeling coursing through my belly as I whimpered in distress. “Good… good, now, push for me dear… puuush…”

I opened my mouth to tell the rough-voiced stranger to go screw themselves, but what came out what a low moan as I bore down, feeling something pressing inside, a terrible pressure making itself known. I could feel something leaking from between my legs, soaking my panties and shorts as my thighs quivered with effort. I could feel my midriff aching, squeezing, as I felt some object starting to force its way into my birth canal.

“W-what… oh god… something-“ “Shhhh…” my captor hushed me, still holding me tight. “It’s all natural, don’t worry. Just push, push it out, you can do it…” I couldn’t deny they words, it was like a terrible compulsion. I sobbed, feeling by feminine tunnel twitching and pulsing, forcing whatever was moving out closer to my entrance.

“That’s right… that’s right, you’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl…” I felt so patronized, I wanted to break this bastard’s face, but the warm feeling inside was spreading, and the need to push hadn’t diminished. If anything, it was stronger now. I could feel my gender starting to throb, bulging outward with whatever had suddenly formed inside me.

I was panting, trying to regain energy as another cramp gripped me, the heat continuing to spread, reaching down to my feet, up to my hands, rushing through my face. “What are you dooohhh it’s c-cominggg…” I was confused, scared, feeling something crowning, my lips burning as I birthed whatever inhuman thing had appeared inside.

My feet began to get sore, as did my hands. “There we go… good girl, you’re so amazing, just keep pushing, keep letting it out… you’re such a good mommy, don’t fight it…” I shook my head, even as I listened and kept bearing down, feeling whatever was inching forward slip out, settling in my damp underwear, a second something already forcing its way into my birth canal.

“My goodness, you’re so amazing! You just laid your first egg… I’m so proud, you’re going to be so good on my farm… come on, keep pushing, let it happen, let yourself become a good mommy…” I wanted to punch him, wanted to escape, wanted to run, but those words held me, as did the intensity of my labor. I couldn’t be laying eggs, that was impossible. But… I also couldn’t deny the feeling of the smooth, slimy, hard object pressing against my skin, trapped in my clothing.

My captor pushed against me, making me to move as my feet tingled painfully, forcing a whimper from my lips. “I know, it’s ok hon… It can hurt, becoming a hen. But you won’t need to worry about anything else ever again beside laying lots of eggs for me, so trust me, this is much easier. Here, let me help you see…” I was slick with sweat, trembling with pain and exhaustion, and my attacker leaned me against the wall.

I wanted to flee right then. I wasn’t being held anymore, but… my legs wouldn’t work. I couldn’t move them, couldn’t swing my arms. It took all my focus not to fall flat on my face. Instead, I just watched as my mysterious captor tugged at one of my shoes, then removed the sock. The other shoe was removed as well, though this time the rainbow ankle sock remained.

“It’s always a treat to watch a new hen burst out of her clothes… but look, see… your body is already accepting it… you’re going to make such a pretty bird…” fingers stroked the skin of my foot, pressing here and there as horrid sensation coursed along the nerves. I sagged, bracing my arms against the wall and pacing my head between them, able to look down and see my body, as well as the stranger, massaging my bare foot.

I pushed once more, the next egg already nudging my cervix, the second starting to make my slit bulge, lips tingling as they rubbed against my panties and slid over my freshly delivered firstborn. At the same time, my toes began to cramp, forcing a pained gasp from me as I watched them begin to change.

My nails darkened, pressing out and becoming bird-like talons. The sensation was awful as the muscles cramped badly, forcing my toes to press firmly against one another. A burning sensation forced an agonized cry from my lips as the strangers fingers caressed the twisting, changing flesh oh-so gently, urging it on as my toes joined together into three small protrusions.

I bore down again, my labor slowed not at all, my second egg starting to crown between my aching, quivering lips as my ankle throbbed in potent agony, a fourth chicken-toe bursting from the flesh, a brief spurt of blood from my torn flesh quickly stymied as my body continued to betray me, eagerly adopting the inhuman form, already healing into this new shape.

I could see the fabric of my sock bulging and shifting as intense cramps and that same burning heat of my flesh fusing and muscles twisting began to consume my other foot. “That’s right, gods you’re so beautiful… just let it come out, let it take you over completely, don’t fight it my pretty chicken…” I tried to resist, tried to keep my foot in a human shape, remembering how it should bend, how it should look, the shape of my toes and the feeling of a floor under my-

The egg was coming, and another terrible cramp raced through my midriff, forcing a pained cry from my mouth as I pushed, feeling the second foreign, inhuman object to slip from my aching, tingling sex into my underwear, shattering my concentration. And as I pushed, as I did what felt so wrong yet increasingly natural, a tearing sound came from under me. Three yellow, scaled chicken toes exploded out of the front of my sock, a fourth tearing out along with another splash of crimson as the fourth ripped from my ankle.

I sobbed, looking down at my disgusting chicken feet, feeling scales continue to push out of my skin painfully, slowly, my legs shifting shape, thinning as they became more avian. “Good. Utterly perfect. Now, just keep going. You know what you are, what you were always meant to be. Really, what were you going to do as a human anyway?” My thoughts drifted to my fiancé who had just proposed, my degree that I was so close to getting, all the hopes and dreams that I had for the future…

I could almost feel that future being ripped away with the next contraction, my slit once more bulging with avian life, by whole body dripping sweat as this foreign force assaulted me, bending the very essence of my body to its insidious will. My hands began to burn and ache much as my feet had and I lifted my head to see my fingers twitching closer together, my nails shrinking into nothing as agonizing cramps made my digits begin to meld before my eyes. “Nooo, not my hands…” I pleaded without thinking, horrified to see the thing that is so imperative to my life as a human being taken from me.

As I bore down once more, my dripping slit burning as another egg crowned, eager to meet its siblings, my fingers lost all definition, becoming pointed, clumsy, useless lumps as my bones dissolved. I sobbed in horror, realizing what the changes meant. I was starting to get chicken wings. Worthless even for what I was becoming, never flying, the least impressive species of all of the avian family, meant only to lay eggs and be eaten, nothing more. My dreams of getting married and becoming a doctor ruined in one impossible assault, reduced to spending the rest of my existence clucking obnoxiously and scratching for worms in the dirt.

“Yes, your hands…” my assailant practically purred, his hands running over my arms as I felt pressure build just beneath my skin, pressing against my flesh, looking to escape. “No more holding hands with that dreadful boy, no more hugging your parents, no more taking notes or fiddling with pens or playing games. Just flapping pointlessly as you lay clutch after clutch for me.

“Speaking thereof… push for me, sweetie. Every time you push it lets more of my magic flow into you, takes more of you over. Push your human body away, right into your panties with the rest of your eggs, embrace your future…”

I couldn’t resist. My natural biology worked against me, my human mind recognizing this as labor, telling me I needed to have my baby right now. Yet, as I cried out, bearing down and being rewarded with my third egg gushing from my feminine opening, the next already sitting just behind my throbbing lips, I could tell his words were true. Every time I let myself engage in something so inhuman, so beastly, it wormed into the cracks, convincing me that if I’m laying eggs like a common hen, I must BE a hen. That all this is just helping me be what I’m supposed to be.

Tears ran down my face as little pins pierced my skin up and down my misshapen arms. The bases of feathers, brown blossoming from the tops as though some sort of strange flower, unfurling and fluffing until they coated my wings entirely. I could feel the same thing happening to my upper thighs, my legs having succumbed entirely to the corrupting enchantment.

Two new horrible sensations assailed me. First, an intense pressure just above my butt. Something pushing forward as I bore down once more, crying out as I crowned yet again, and something started to bulge out into the back of my panties. My new tail began to press out from the base of my spine, stiff feathers beginning to sprout from the bump.

Meanwhile, an unspeakable feeling pounded through me, at last driving me to my scaled knees, my arms naturally folding against my sides as my bones crunched loudly, rapidly breaking and reforming so they bent like proper wings. My anus was being pulled forward, while my swollen gender started to throb, inching back, being pulled as well.

The pain was unspeakable, and I threw my head back, screaming as my attacker moaned in pure, unrestrained pleasure. “Yes, yes good girl, good little hen, I know that sound… It’s your poor little cunny, isn’t it? You feel it moving, merging… you’re starting to develop your new organ… thank the gods this is so amazing…”

I could feel it. My rectum was shifting, pressing against my egg-filled birth canal. And, with an all-too-familiar pressure and burning, the two began to merge together. “No no no I can’t it’s so disgusting so filthy no NO NO PLEEEASEEE!!!” At the same time, my labia was contracting painfully, and my clit… the intensely sensitive nub was twitching violently, I could almost feel it withdrawing into my body, nerves screaming as they began to dissolve. But as my shorts bulged with my growing tail, my hidden privates continued fusing into a single, all-purpose opening.

I was left sobbing, my newly formed avian cloacha throbbing and burning as yet another egg emerged, my organs shrinking and swelling as they changed to fit new purposes, my entire body spasming as the last few nerves of my delicate bead shrank away into nothing, leaving only the tight, intense feeling of birth behind. I felt so humiliated, so gross. Violated right down to the most basic parts of my physical form, even my sexuality being twisted and warped into something not even remotely human. And still, the need to push, the need to bring life into the world, undeniable and relentless. Another egg tumbled into my panties, an exclamation mark on my humiliation and fear.

My hips groaned and cracked as they widened, my legs withdrawing into me, shrinking as so much of the rest of me shrank. My chest seemed to be extra-eager, my breasts diminishing faster than the rest of me, disappearing entirely as more feathers grew over my torso. I could feel something swelling on my head and throat, making my gag and tremble. My comb and wattle. Red, fleshy sacks, dangling limply, bizarre growths that I shook my head, trying to deny and only causing them to wobble and slap against me.

My teeth lit up next, dissolving into each other, becoming a solid mass that slowly began to grow. I tried to keep my mouth closed as the pressure behind my lips mounted, something inching forward, wanting to emerge even as the need to lay my next egg made itself known.

“I’ve seen that before, dearie…” my assailant gasped eagerly. “It’s coming, whether you want it or not. You can’t stop it. It’s going to grow and grow. You’re so pretty, but once this changes you’ll look just like every other hen… Let it out, my lovely farm animal. Open your mouth wide and scream as it grows, scream your beak out…”

I tried to resist, even as I pushed. But the longer I fought, the more unbearable the pain became. Pushing forward as I forced my lips closed, tears running down my face as my nose began to twitch, eager to shrink into nothing. I couldn’t. I had to fight, couldn’t let the last change take me…

But my own body fought me. Deep down, it was convinced I wasn’t human, and the magic had gained an impossible foothold, manipulating everything like horrific clay, a horror I couldn’t escape from, that I would spend the rest of my life living. It hurt so much. Too much.

I opened my mouth wide, screaming, until I began to gag. My teeth had become hard, yellow, starting to bulge forward from my mouth even as they grew back, deep into my head. Becoming my entire mouth as my tongue became small and pointed. My jaws hurt as I shrieked at the top of my lungs, my face pressing forward, skull crunching as my eyes shifted to either side of my head, my nostrils slipping down as my lips boiled and merged with my growing former teeth. I started choking and gagging as my vocal chords shifted, the scream becoming rougher, higher pitched.

My former mouth was almost completely taken over by the hard growth as I felt the need to cluck building deep in my lungs. My head darted forward as I resisted, only for the need to grow, as potent and undeniable and natural as the relentless stream of eggs emerging from my womb. Without thinking, a quiet “Pock Pock Baw-Buk” sound began to come from me. Clucking with my new, fully formed beak.

The last of the changes started to settle in, as my clothes settled in a pile that no longer even came close to fitting. I rustled my wings, scratched instinctually with my chicken feet. I couldn’t see myself, didn’t WANT to see myself. But my attacker drifted in front of me, closely looking into my eyes. I braced myself for the inevitable. The stories always ended the same way. The change finishes ravaging your body, then the sorcerer wipes your mind to keep you docile. Like a murder but with no body to hide, just a pet to take home.

“Ah, delightful…” came the mirth-filled coo of the horrible man. “Just like the others. I’ll tell you a secret, dear. The change is completely finished. You look precisely like a hen in every way, except your eyes. If you look closely, they’re the same color they were before, albeit barely noticeable. Someone would have to look VERY closely to see that spark of intelligence, that bit of understanding.

“But that’s how I like my animals. I want you to spend the rest of your life KNOWING you’re my hen. Maybe you’ll try to escape. I hope so. I can��t tell you how amazing it is when one of my girls gets loose, goes back home, and her family is bewildered why a cow knocked on their door and is agitatedly mooing at them. They always get alarmed when they start crying. Most animals can’t do that, after all.”

I could feel the telltale burning at the back of my eyes. “Yes, there we go… this really was worth the bargin… Now, come on, dear. No point trying to get away. I’ll take you to your new home…” His arms opened.

I thought. It was easy, easy as it had always been. I could remember everything, process everything just like before. The only difference was that there was nothing meaningful I could do with the information.

I couldn’t escape. Even if I got away from this man, I couldn’t run away from my own body. Slowly, eyes locked on the ground, I walked forward, shuddering as the man who cursed me swept me up against his chest and walked from the building.

Hours later, I was deposited into a coop with several other hens. It was unnaturally silent, and as I walked toward my new home, I met the gaze of every one of my new roommates, only to notice the thin ring of color around the beady black avian pupil, the sadness and defeat in their gaze. I fluffed my wings in impotent frustration and defeat. I knew, deep down, that it would only be a matter of time before another girl came in here just like me. Just as helpless and trapped, to spend the rest of her life laying eggs for this monster.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Agua Mala (6x13)

Ay, Dios mio. Un cuchillo en mi estomago!

This is what I get for listening to Walter. Mi esposo… Hardly. There’s no ring on my finger, not that one would fit over these swollen salchichas anyway. Ay, if my body doesn’t go back to the way it was before that man put his child in me, I will make him change every last diaper. 

I told Walter we should have left. Mi hermana has an extra room in Fort Myers, but no. We have no car. Walter says he gets sick on buses. He says the tickets cost too much. La tormenta va a pasar. No hay nada de qué preocuparse. Si, except the life of your unborn child. 

Marry that man? Not on his life. It’s his fault that I’m pregnant. It’s his fault that we live in this shithole apartment building, and it’s his fault that some tiny, angry woman is going to deliver my baby with un loco waving a gun at all of them. 

“ Ah! This baby is not going to be waiting out the storm!” I shout as pain rips through my body. I can feel it in my belly and all the way to the ends of my hair laying sweaty against my back. “He’s just as impatient as his useless father!” 

I know he’s not useless. I know this on a day when I am not the size of a hippopotamus with feet so swollen I could use them as canoes. But today is not that day. 

Dios mio! The pain comes again and I am convinced I am going to be ripped in two. This baby is going to kill me if the storm doesn’t. Or the sea monster. Or the man with the gun. Or the tiny woman.

“Is anyone going to help me or am I going to do this on my own just like everything else?” 

“Angela, I am going to deliver your baby,” the FBI agent calls from wherever she is, doing whatever she is doing that is taking far longer than it should. “I need you to remain calm.” 

“Of course,” I say through clenched teeth. “Why wouldn’t I stay calm in a hurricane with a killer octopus trying to eat us?”

Walter is pacing around me when the FBI agent (I think she said her name was Dina?) comes into the room with a bucket of water. “I need as many towels as you can find,” she yells at the asshole with the gun. “Angela, we need to lay you down. Maybe your husband can find a blanket for the floor.” 

“He’s not my husband.” 

“Angela, we are going—”

“Not now, Walter, lo juro por dios."

I breathe through a contraction and then another while the idiotas run from place to place while yelling at each other. My unborn child is going to be a sprinter, I’m sure of it, because I can feel him working his way out so fast there is nothing I can do but lower myself to the disgusting apartment floor and scream. 

Walter comes running and sits behind me. I want to hate him, but he feels good once he wraps his arms around me. I let my weight fall back as I try to manage the pain. 

“Long, even breath!” he tells me. Respirar.

“You got it. Breathe... Breathe,” Dina says and I’m suddenly grateful that she’s here, even though a nice dry hospital with my doctor and lots of drugs would have been better. “Okay, Angela, I'm going to need you to push, okay? I need you to help me help you. Okay. So let's push.”

I yell and yell. Everything around me is a blur as I feel the baby pushing to come out. I can’t hear the storm over my screams. I forget about the octopus because this baby is trying to kill me faster than anything else. 

Dina is encouraging me and Walter is doing… whatever Walter is doing. All I do is push. 

“I can feel it up there,” Dina says, and I don’t even want to think about how far up there she really is. 

“She can feel it up there!” Walter repeats. 

“Okay, come on. Puuush! ” Dina yells. “Good! You got it. Okay. Here it comes.”

“Here it comes,” Walter repeats like un loro.

“Here it comes. It's coming. Okay,” Dina says before she stops and I don’t know what’s happening but I need to get this baby out ahora!

She and Walter are saying something but me estoy muriendo. “I'm having it! I'm having it! I'm having it!” I yell over and over again because it’s the only thing I can think to say. 

I don’t realize it’s going to happen, but all of a sudden, mi bebe is in the woman’s arms, but she’s yelling and I think something is wrong. 

“Pick up the gun!”

The baby is crying. I want to hold him, but Dina is yelling and there’s a bang. 

La lluvia? Dentro?

There’s a loud thud and choking from behind me. The door bursts open and Dina calls out the other agent’s name. Something with an M that I can’t remember. The baby is still screaming, now from el agua.

"Mi bebe," I say, stretching my arms out, my fingers touching his body, and Dina remembers that he is in her hands. 

She passes him to me and I cradle him in my arms, touching his cold wet cheek to my own.

It’s the sprinklers. I can think again, and realize sprinklers are pouring down on us. 

Dina is talking to me, and to her partner, but I’m not paying attention. Walter’s arms tighten around me as we try to keep the baby dry. 

"Nosotros vamos a estar bien," Walter says in my ear. 

I rub my face up against his and hold our baby to our chest. He’s right. Everything will be okay. "Te amo, mi amor."

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@fridaysat9

[petermorwood]

DD mentioned that you designed the Gonne in Terry Pratchett’s Men At Arms, so I just have to say thank you for creating one of the most plausible but terrifying weapons for that world!

NB, I did NOT design the "Gonne" (from "Men At Arms") - that's Terry's very own, and it's a gunpowder weapon based on the Harmonica Gun. (Look it up.)

Yul Brynner carried one in the spaghetti Western “Adiós, Sabata”, and - given the presence and plot relevance in MAA of a musical watch like the one in “For A Few Dollars More” - the Sabata movie may well be where Terry saw it.

Read more in this post from 4 years ago, waaay down near the bottom, including the vexatious problem of a writer carefully concealing what the McGuffin / Plot Device is, then having all that subtlety wasted by an artist (Josh Kirby in this instance) who paints it clear, distinct, and obvious on the cover...

(According to The Annotated Pratchett File, Terry didn’t mind. That was the official position, anyway...)

*****

What I designed was the prototype Spring-gonne / One-shot.

Terry and I were sitting in the convention bar and he described something he was thinking of for another book (which became ”The Fifth Elephant”). I mentioned the Wel-Rod sleeve gun designed for SOE.

This was basically a huge silencer built around a one-shot firing mechanism, carried hidden up a coat-sleeve on a rubber lanyard.

A jerk of the arm sent it down into the hand, the weapon was pressed tight against the target and fired (unnoticed in ordinary street noise), then the rubber cord whisked it back out of sight while the assassin walked away from someone who’d apparently tripped over their own feet...

It was meant ONLY for stealthy contact-range assassination, so was exactly the sort of "not-for-threat-just-for-killing" weapon he had in mind and which Vimes so dislikes.

Terry got very interested, explained that it couldn't be a gunpowder weapon and after a few more questions from me ("does Ankh-Morpork have a tech level that can make helical springs?" was one), I got a pen and some paper napkins and sketched a few designs.

They were based around the telek spring-guns in my own books, weapons to fill that inconvenient across-the-room distance between sword and bow and which, as described, have a very satisfying pump-action threat gesture - at least if the hero using them has two working arms...

The original version of the One-Shot was like a bicycle pump from the Dark Side - pull out then puuush in to cock it, turn one way to lock, muzzle-load a bolt and turn the other way to shoot. What finally appeared in print was rather different ("for reasons of Plot" as Terry told me much later; for instance the version in “The Truth” no longer enclosed the bolt so Mr Pin could light its incendiary tip) though I can still read the ancestry of the first scribble in its description. :->

I've still got one of them but have no idea where (try finding a single sheet of crumpled napkin in a house with two writers!); it’s something like this:

[a-hazbin-spider]

“I… shouldn’t have let us go in so quickly. I’ve had to off plenty a bastards fa plenty a’ different reasons. But… he’s…” Angel cuts himself off with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut and placing his head atop Blitzø’s. He was sorry, but, all the same. He was just so glad Blitzø wasn’t hurt.

“I wasn’t expecting to get out a’ this unscathed y’know. I thought fa sure you would’ve had t’see worse b’fore you got a good shot. It ain’t like this is yer fault. Here. Wanna sit?”

He knew that was probably a shitty run, especially if he was carrying someone else. Though it was appreciated given the state he was in. Stupid fuckin moth even got his side fucked up and ruined a perfectly good robe too. Which was beside the point, but still an offense.

“You… hey, I gotta thank ya fa doin’ that. You didn’t gotta grab me like that. Could’ve saved yaself th’ trouble. An’ I don’t even know where I’d begin to repay that kinda shit. I can say I’ll do what I can t’keep big Vee outta ya hair. And uh, y’know- long as I don’t actually keel over, you’ve got me here fa ya.”

“Oh yeah?? Well I got tipped paid some money AND heart shaped lollies!

… yeh man, y’want one? There’s like a handful jus’ shoved right in!”

@a-hazbin-spider (:

"Shoved right in? Kinky. Sure, I'll have one."

[pumpkinbirth]

Good to hear! Just don't over do it! Hmmmmmmm I saw the one sentence birth prompt (I am using 2 but does that count---)

1 and 7!

🐈 anon

one sentence birth prompts

#1 “There’s just so much pressure.” & #7 “The baby feels so low.”

---

"Fuck, you look incredible...how does it feel?"

I giggled softly at my client's question, taking a moment to slowly, teasingly run my hands over my belly before answering.

"Mmh, the baby feels so low...here, you can touch just this once," I grinned at the look of aroused wonder on his face as I gently guided one of his hands, pressing it to the side of my belly. Indeed, it had dropped a few hours ago, and hung deliciously low over my pelvis, almost completely obscuring my lingerie panties.

Carefully, I resumed the lapdance, my hips swiveling sensually as my hands came to rest on his shoulders. I barely had to lean forward before his face was hidden by my tits, swollen and milky, and straining against the too-small bralette. The man stammered quite a few times before finally managing another question, his voice hushed.

"A-and you're really in labor, too...?"

"Ha, sure am...if you want, I'll even let you feel my next contraction. I can feel one starting to come on," I licked my lips before expectantly holding my hand out to him. Gotta pay if you want to play, after all. Another giggle left me as I watched him fumble for his wallet, blindly stuffing another hundred into my hand. "Good boy...now then," I cooed, grasping his wrists. Again I brought his hands to my belly, holding them on either side of my swell. There was a beat of silence before the contraction arrived, and I groaned softly as I felt an invisible band wrapping around my stomach. My client's eyes widened as he felt how my belly tightened and contracted under his palms, and the sight made me grin again.

"Wh...what's it like, please tell me..."

I licked my lips and moved closer, my mouth right next to his ear while my hands moved to grasp his shoulders for support. "There's just so much pressure...I'll bet you can feel it, right? That shifting, that's my baby moving down. Soon it'll be nestled--a-ahhh!--right up against my cervix, and then," I giggled again as I listened to him moaning now too, feeling his hands tremble as he stroked my belly. His erection, still clothed, was pressing hard against my thigh.

"And th-then?"

"O-oohh...and then I'll be nice and open, and I'll be able to push, and puuush," I playfully licked his earlobe before finishing. "Until I finally give birth right here...just for you..."

[kpopluvrsblog]

I won’t let you fall

Requested: i saw that you write for enhypen!! can i please request a sunghoon fic where he teaches y/n how to skate for the first time? thank you!

Genee: flufff, slight angst?

Pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

A/n: sunghoon is so handsome.

“Can i teach you?” Sunghoon randomly blurted out during your cuddle session. “Teach me what” you questioned with a smirk. “Dont give me that look you weirdo. I’m talking about skating.” He said paired with an eye roll. “Skating?! I can’t skate.” You started to move out of his arms before he pulled you back down and pushed your head to rest on the crook of his neck. “That’s why i said teach, I’ll help you. pleaseee.” He whined as he rubbed your hips lightly.——————————————————————————

‘why did i agree to this’ you thought in your head as you watched sunghoon put on his skates. However, the wide smile that spread across his face when he locked eyes with you made this all worth it. He seemed extremely happy that you agreed to this, that you agreed to try out something he loved— other than you.

With his skates on, he stood up and looked down at you. “Need help baby?” He asked still smiling. “Here sit down let me put them on for you, i dont want the laces to get caught.” You sat down on one of the benches near the rink while he put the skates on for you, tying the laces a certain way and tucking them under your pants so they don’t get caught. “Thank you” you smiled down at him while he stayed on his knees, rubbing your legs reassuringly.

“Here, give me your hand.” He demanded as he easily stood up. You but your lip nervously. You had never skated before, let alone stand on these thin skates. “You wont fall y/n, ill make sure of it. Just trust me okay? Stand up slowly.” He continued as he grabbed your hands. “My hips please.” You said knowing it would make you feel safer.

He giggled and moved his hands to your hips and started to lift you up. Now standing up, you wrapped your arms around his waist holding him tightly, legs shaking mildly. “I got you, i got you.” Sunghoon repeated and kissed the top of your head. “We’re going to move now and i need you to step with me. The rink entrance is right next to us.” You followed his directions silently, mind focused on not falling and putting all of your strength into your legs and feet, trying to stay balanced. His arms are still wrapped around you tightly while leading you to the entrance.

“Ahh here we are. You ready?” He said looking at the empty rink and smooth ice. “Not really. My legs keep shaking and I don’t know what to do and-“ he cut you off by placing a quick peck to your lips. “Im going to lead you. Just follow what i do and I won’t let go of you.” He placed you on the ice before him and slid in next to you. You let out a tiny screech as your feet started sliding apart.

He laughed while lifting you up again, placing your feet next to each other. “Y/n look at my feet. Place your left foot at an angle like this and your right foot straight but slightly angle it to the right.” You did as he said while laughing at how ridiculous this is. “Perfect!!” He smiled brightly. “Now with most of your weight on your left foot, push off slowly and let your right foot guide you.”

Doing as he said you glided across the ice. With his arms still wrapped around you, it was easier than you thought. “Ha i did it!!” You cheered while staring down at your feet. “Mhm i know baby now do the same thing with the opposite foot... puuush off lightly.”

After some time you finally got the hang of it. “You can let go now ice prince.” You said. “Y/n !! I told you not to call me that!” He whined. “But are you sure? Ill stay right behind you okay?” He continued. You nodded your head and started to skate slowly by yourself. Smiling at how well you were doing, you unintentionally got faster. “Baby slow down!! Don’t go too fast yet.” He said worridly but by the end of his sentence you started to slip. He quickly grabbed you before you could fall, making you lean back into his hold. Breathing heavily from shock you started squirming, determined to continue by yourself. “Uh uh no.” He said sternly. “I don’t want you to get hurt and I promised that I wouldn’t let you fall. Maybe we should go now... we’ve been here for almost 2 hours.”

“No!” You said turning around in his hold but you turned around to fast and you slipped again, causing him to tighten his arms around you and sigh loudly. “Okay...” you responded sadly. “Cheer up baby!! You did so good for your first time.” He said while tipping your head upwards to look at him. “Its not that... i know how much you love skating. I wanted you to have fun, not worry about me the whole time.”

“Oh y/n...” he pouted. “You know what else i love even more than skating? You. And i dont want you hurt. Falling on the ice hurts really bad and causes so many injuries.” He skated you both off of the rink and sat you down on the bench. “Listen.. we’ll be done for today but if you’d like we can come back anytime. Give your legs a rest, they must be tired.” He said while untying your laces and taking off the skates. “Ill do anything you want.. as long as your happy.” You smiled down at him, showing that you weren’t upset. “and i love you too.” You continued after realizing you never said it back earlier.

“I know you do.” He laughed while he took off his skates and grabbed the car keys. “ thank you for coming here in the first place, i did have fun and watching you made me happy.” Sunghoon said while grabbing your hand and leading you both to the car, ready to go back home. You then realized he was right... he never let you fall today.

[slutpreg]

i want to be alone when it happens; all cooped up in a cozy, secluded little house, no one around to bother me.

i want to be alone when my water breaks, eliciting a gasp as i feel the fluids running down my legs, and i bite my lip with excitement.

i want to be alone when the contractions seize my body, my hands running feverishly over my tight, swollen belly, my moans increasing in volume as they grow stronger and stronger.

i want to be alone when i finally give in, squatting and bearing down as i let instinct take over, my nails digging into my knees as i push, push, puuush...

i want to be alone when finally, after what feels like an eternity of sweating, pushing, screaming, i finally feel my baby crown, stretching my lips to their limit and beyond.

i want to be alone when, at last, with one final push i feel it slip out of me, and i moan with a mix of relief and dismay that it's all over.

[stopbeingartsy]

30.4.2019

Let’s just ignore all of the audio in this lmao; there was super shitty music playing on repeat also I have weird friends. Some combination spins, jumps, and also combination jumps (I actually also filmed a three jump-loop but,, imovie didn’t want to put it in and I didn’t notice till after?? and I’m lazy) AND the funniest sit spin ever sjsjsksk.

so like.. I find it funny that my best change sit of the night was whilst the got music was playing shshaha. Sit spins were generally not great today (as you can see from the last clip haaaahahah) but

I’m rushing !! Literally everything. Slow down on the wind up and puuush going into the spin! Also keep your leg lower lol

The first camel was good before the oop and the second one was lit the last thing I did tonight so I’ll excuse it (what a half arsed attempt at a camel catch)

Why was the first salchow I did all patch the best one and it was off camera rip. I am rushing!!! Hold the second edge longer!!! How many times has my coach yelled this at me over the last 5 years djsjsj

Also lift the knee up and JUMP

ALSO I noticed that my free leg is like.. not pointed at all what ew it’s ugly POINT YOUR TOE THANKS COOL

All my jumps are so fricking tiny, I’ve decided I’m going to try doing off ice jumps to practice the spring to get more height

Again, with the lutz I am also rushing!

I really need to hold that second edge of the cross a bit longer to make sure it’s on an outside edge, because it’s v v flat (and very almost on an inside)

And reach back with the toe! (On the flip too tbh)

Lmao I was going to do a lutz-loop but completely forgot whilst in the air so I landed with my leg behind and did a toe loop instead, hence why it’s so shit lmaoo

[sdvxii-moved]

YOU CAN PPPUUUSHH YOURSEELFF TOOOOOOOO THE LIMIT BE STRONG NOW JUMP WITH MEEEE

YOU CAN FLYYYY OVERRR THE RAINNNBOW WITH ME CLOSE YOUR EYES AND JUST BELEIEEEVEEEE

NO ONES GONNA STOP YOU AND ME FROM GETTIN TO WHERE WE WANT WHILE THIS BEAT IS KICKIN YOU KNOW YOURE MY KINDRED SPIRIT FLY WITH ME JC PUT TO THE LIMIT

YOU USED TO HIDE BEHIND ANOTTHER FAAACE AT FIRST I DIDNT UNNNDERRSTTAAAND BUT THEN I SAW IN YOU A KINDRED SPIRIT I CALLED YOUR NAME AND HELD OUT MY HAND

THEEEEEEEEN YOU LOOOOKED IN MY EYEYEEEESS AND I SAAAAAAAID

NEVER LET ANNNNNNNNYYYYYTHHIIIING GET IN YOUR WAY OF SAVING THOSE THAT YOU LOVE

NO MATTER WHAAAAAT THEY SAY YOU CAN BE STRONG HAVE FAITH WITHIN YOUR HEART

YOU CAN PUUUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT BE STRONG NOW JUMP WITH ME YOU CAN FLYYY ACTOSSS A RAINBOW WITH ME CLOSE YOUR EYES AND JUST BELIEVE

I GOT YOU WHEN THE GOING GETS ROUGH YO NOBODYS AS TOUGH AS THIS LOVE YOU MAY FEEL LIKE YOU CANT GO-ON! IF WE TRY SIDE BY SIDE WELL SURVIVE NEVER DIE

NOW I GOT YOU FEELIN MY FLOW KNOW WHAT I MEAN NO DOUBT THAT YOU FEEL IT LIKE I DO DONT LET A CHANCE LIKE THIS PASS BY YOU A COMVO LIKE YOU AND ME IS MEANT TO BE! LETS FLY ACROSS THE BORDER

YOU CAN PUUSHH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT BE STRONG NOW ~ (THE PERFECT COMBO YOU AND ME BABY! CMON LETS FLY ACROSS THE BORDER)

YOU CAN FLYYY ACROSSS A RAINBOW WITH ME CLOSE YOUR EYES ~ (THE PERFECT COMBO YOU AND ME CANT YOU SEE? CMON LETS FLY ACTODS THE BORDER)

IF WE TRY SIDE BY SIDE WELL SURVIVE NEVER DIE. LETS FLY ACROSS THE BORDER!

YYYEAAAAYEAAAHHHHHH

MMMMMMMM

HOOOOOYEAAHYEAH

OOOOHHHHHH

OOOHDADADADADUNDUNDUNDUN

WHOAAA

OHHH

YEAAAAH

OOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOO

ZA DA DAP DA DA

DAH

[katybunnyrabbit]

Saturday March 31st 2018

Dear Diary,

I did make it to the egg and spoon race but I decided to watch and cheer on rather than actually take part. It was great fun though!

[23:32]Valroit Faucheux: "Welcome one and all to the Hatching-Tide Egg-and-Spoon Race! Pray assemble at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre if you would like to spectate or take part!"  

[23:43]Athil Thorne: "If I win..." [23:43]Althea Greene: "Oh, this should be good." [23:43]Valroit Faucheux: "Oh, more entrants for the Egg-and-Spoon Race!? May I have your names... or Racing Alaises!?" [23:44]Valroit Faucheux: "Erhem. ALIASes." [23:44]Athil Thorne leaned in and whispered something. [23:45]Althea Greene leaned back and eyed Athil hard. "And if we end up racing together and we both lose?" [23:45]Athil Thorne: "I dunno." [23:45]Athil Thorne: "What do you want?" [23:45]Nolanel Feran drifts a hand to his bangs, pauses, dumbfounded a moment, and finds himself with a similar, "Ah. It-- I." Eloquent. The alias thing peeves him, and he finds his voice now: "Ser Nolanel." He adds his surname as an afterthought. Not all there. [23:46]Valroit Faucheux: "Fury bring you glory this eve, ser!!" [23:46]Valroit Faucheux: "Gingersnap, I've got you signed up as well!" [23:47]Rothe Aubrey agrees wholeheartedly with Valroit Faucheux. [23:47]Nolanel Feran: "Mm, aye, many thanks, sir." [23:47]Nolanel Feran bows courteously to Valroit Faucheux.

[23:47]Althea Greene: "Oh. If we race against each other and you lose, I want the same thing, just for my apartment. If we lose together, then you owe me a bottle of expensive whiskey." [23:47]Valroit Faucheux: "Any more sign-ups for the Egg-and-Spoon race!? Don't be shy! Risk of injury is very low!" [23:47]Rubh Mewrilah: "This where we run with eggs?" [23:48]Valroit Faucheux: "It is indeed! I'll sign you up. Just give me your name or Racing Alias!" [23:48]Athil Thorne laughed. "You're on, Brat." [23:48]Nolanel Feran sidesteps around the too-tall hyur and his wretched plant thing. [23:50]Althea Greene offers Athil a hand. "Shake on it, then." [23:50]Amelia Ballard: "I'm not sure why we can't just use our names. I don't even have a normal nickname!" [23:50]Amelia Ballard: "Let alone a 'racing name'." [23:50]Valroit Faucheux: "You may use your name, of course! But the alias option is open for those who like to maintain an air of mystery!" [23:51]Rubh Mewrilah: "Racing Alias... oh. I need a minute now." She ponders, looking heavensward. "White lightning? No, maybe not. Lightning and eggs don't mix. Ruby Eggstravaganza." [23:51]Athil Thorne her proffered hand and shook. [23:51]Amelia Ballard: "Blondie, then. I don't know." [23:51]Rubh Mewrilah:  /em nods firmly in decision. "That's it. Is there a fee?" does not exist. [23:51]Valroit Faucheux jots down Rubh's alias on his list. "Ruby Eggstravaganza... and Blondie! All signed up." [23:52]Valroit Faucheux: "No fee, but there are prizes! A cake for the winner or winners, and our sponsor, House Pepin, will make a donation to a charity of your choice!" [23:53]Valroit Faucheux: "Which reminds me, I ought to do the opening remarks!" [23:53]Althea Greene grinned and shook Athil's hand before she took her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I look forward to watching you lose." [23:53]Rubh Mewrilah: "Can I be the choice of charity...of myself? No, no. Probably not. Uh, refugees then." [23:53]Amelia Ballard: "You know... When I said you should get out more I didn't mean like -this-. What even is an egg race? Do we get to eat them when we're done?" [23:53]Valroit Faucheux: "Er-hem! On behalf of our sponsors in House Pepin, welcome! I am your guide and arbiter this evening: Figgy! If you wish to participate in the egg-and-spoon race, pray give me your name before the bell sounds!" [23:53]Athil Thorne: "Oh, I won't be losing, darling." [23:54]Valroit Faucheux: "After the bell, we shall begin the race! Depending on the number of sign-ups, participants shall either be racing singly or in relay teams of three. From the sign-ups so far it looks like we shall be racing singly!"

[23:55]Althea Greene: "You so will." [23:55]Athil Thorne: "Looks like you'll find out why they call me Red Thunder." [23:55]Valroit Faucheux: "Pray allow me to give an overview of the rules and prizes! Please gather close so that you can hear!" [23:55]Nolanel Feran looks pointedly at his hands. Why are these people near him. With their. pets. [23:56]Valroit Faucheux gestures to a chalk line that is totally drawn on the ground at the foot of the stage. [23:56]Valroit Faucheux: "Participants shall begin at this line and race to the waterfall opposite, touch the water with at least one foot, then turn and race back to this line!" [23:56]Rothe Aubrey purses his lips. "I have the feeling more eggs will be feeding the ground than us." [23:56]Rubh Mewrilah: "Because you're loud and grumble about nothing, and have red hair?" [23:56]Althea Greene: "I like you, lady." [23:56]Valroit Faucheux: "All the while, each must carry one of these painted eggs in one of these spoons in one hand while the other hand is folded behind their back. Should a racer drop their egg, they must return to the start line and begin again!" [23:57]Katy Bunnyrabbit wiggles her tail [23:57]Amelia Ballard: "Wh-- Well that's a waste!" [23:57]Rubh Mewrilah: "I brought my own spoon. I didn't see anything in the rules against bringing your own spoon." She proclaims with an official air. Despire having no real firm ground to stand on there. [23:57]Athil Thorne: "Something like that, darling." [23:58]Valroit Faucheux keeps going for now rather than quibble over spoons. [23:58]Valroit Faucheux: "As we do not have enough participants to form relay teams, the race shall be a single lap, from here to the water and back!" [23:58]Nolanel Feran puuushes the mandragora away with his foot after it strays too close. [23:58]Valroit Faucheux: "The winner of the race is the one first to make it back to the starting line without dropping their egg!" [23:58]Rubh Mewrilah smiles deviously when he brooks no arguement, tiny fangs showing at each corner. [23:59]Valroit Faucheux: "All participants, we hope, shall be rewarded with a laugh and some fun! But in addition, House Pepin will make a donation to a charity chosen by the winner or winners. And, too, the winners shall personally take home a Hatching-Tide Cake!" [23:59]Rothe Aubrey: "It'll be fun--c'mon! Bet I can get farther than you." A smirk. He will regret this. [23:59]Rothe Aubrey pokes Amelia Ballard.

[23:59]Amelia Ballard: "Oh~ Are you willing to make a bet on that?" [0:01]Rothe Aubrey: "What're you wagerin'? [0:01]Rubh Mewrilah shifts her weight from side to side on the heels of her worn leather boots. She's ready to go~ [0:01]Valroit Faucheux: "Of course, there shall be absolutely no cheating allowed! No adhesives -- no swapping out of spoons or eggs -- no two-handed steadying -- no sabotage! Remember that the Archons are watching!" [0:01]Valroit Faucheux: "For fairness, Madam Ruby, I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to use one of our spoons!" [0:02]Rubh Mewrilah didn't hear that. He already approved her spoon. She's already got it ready in hand. It looks like it came from a mad scientis lab... all sorts of gears and dials on the side wait for her command. "Uhm, yes. I got this one from your bin." [0:03]Valroit Faucheux: "I'm not sure I'm convinced. No House Pepin seal on there?" [0:03]Amelia Ballard: "Well you already know what I want. But you do -you- want if you just so happen to beat me. Unlikely, but who knows." [0:03]Rubh Mewrilah: "Yeah it's here under this equalizer." She points to where the side was completely enveloped in mechanical junk. "Under there." [0:04]Valroit Faucheux: "Hmmmmmm. I think that's one of the defective ones. You'd better use this one instead." [0:04]Rothe Aubrey: His answer was immediate: "My spoons back. I need those, you know?" [0:05]Amelia Ballard: "I was going to give those back to you anyway! Pick something else!" [0:05]Rubh Mewrilah: "Defective?!" She huffs, tail fluffing up to the insult on her designs. "I'll have you know I almost never-" She looks up sadly at the shiny new spoon he presents. Heartbroken. Tail drooping. [0:05]Rothe Aubrey gazes upon Amelia Ballard in deep reflection. [0:06]Valroit Faucheux gives Rubh a bit of an apologetic smile as he hands over a regulation spoon. It was a good try! [0:06]Valroit Faucheux: "If you have any questions at all about the Egg-and-Spoon Race, just ask Figgy! We shall be starting soon, so please be sure you are signed up if you wish to participate!" [0:06]Rothe Aubrey: "Admit the Bismarck is the best establishment you've encountered." [0:06]Rubh Mewrilah holds it away from her pinched between two fingers like rotting garbage. She hrumphs and pouts, lip jutting out and eyes large. Just in case he was moved by those tactics. [0:06]Rothe Aubrey beams with delight at Amelia Ballard.

[0:07]Valroit Faucheux is as firm and uncompromising as stone, as any spriggan should be! [0:07]Katy Bunnyrabbit wiggles her tail and watches everyone [0:08]Amelia Ballard: "Not even going to make me do any work are you? Fine that's easy to since it's basically true." [0:08]Valroit Faucheux: "No questions!? Then let's assemble our racers on the starting line! Red Thunder! The Brat! Ser Nolanel! Gingersnap! Ruby Eggstravaganza! Annnnd... Blondie!" [0:08]Valroit Faucheux beckons to no one in particular. [0:08]Rubh Mewrilah forgot she wears goggles and he can't see her big sad catte eyes. It would have worked otherwise! She pitches her creation over her shoulder. No use for it now. [0:09]Rothe Aubrey buries his face in disbelief. [0:09]Nolanel Feran peeks at the man beside him, wondering if he was the ginger -- or was it that other one.

[0:10]Valroit Faucheux walks down the line to hand out regulation spoons and eggs -- though the eggs have all been differently and colorfully decorated for the holiday. [0:10]Valroit Faucheux: "The weights and aerodynamic properties of all eggs have been tested against each other, so no one will have an advantage! But if you would like your lucky color, I can trade out for another one!" [0:11]Amelia Ballard takes her spoon and egg. She's disappointed it's not pink. [0:11]Rubh Mewrilah attempts to find a red egg, or pink if red didn't exist in the pile. [0:11]Althea Greene takes her spoon and egg without complaint and a very determined look on her face. [0:11]Athil Thorne took his spoon and egg. "Green. That's my color." [0:12]Valroit Faucheux: "If you have any final questions, ask them now!" [0:12]Rothe Aubrey already seems to be teetering his egg. [0:12]Amelia Ballard tries to shoo her pig away so he doesn't trip her. [0:12]Valroit Faucheux: "Racers, on your marks!!!" [0:13]Nolanel Feran keeps his gaze to the egg, not to look Faucheux in the eye. He purses his lips as he balances t, right hand locked behnd him as in salute.

[0:13]Althea Greene balances her egg on her spoon and peers over at Athil. "Gonna beat you so hard," she mouths. [0:13]Valroit Faucheux: "Set!!" [0:13]Athil Thorne held his spoon and egg, eyes ahead. [0:14]Valroit Faucheux: "Go!!" [0:14]Rubh Mewrilah places the egg into the spoon's cupped surface, extending it out with one hand. Without her gadget on hand she was now focused entirely on balance. [0:14]You let out a cheer. [0:14]Athil Thorne sprinted off, quite happy and confident with his balance. Had he been practicing?! Was this a setup?! [0:15]Amelia Ballard walks off. Wow this is easy. [0:15]Nolanel Feran starts hesitantly, hand innately shaking from the start. [0:15]Rothe Aubrey takes a few shakey steps forward. This was hard.

[0:16]Valroit Faucheux trots along to keep pace with racers. "Red Thunder immediately takes the lead with his focused technique!! But Blondie is threatening!! Looks like a disaster was nearly averted in the rear!" [0:16]Rubh Mewrilah shuffles along the leaf strewn path, making a squinty expression at her egg as Red Thunder takes a big lead. "This is why I needed /my/ spoon..." she laments. [0:17]Athil Thorne continued to sprint along, balancing quite happily. He'd already made it to the water fall and back! [0:17]Nolanel Feran takes a single step-- and that was enough. The egg wobbles dangerously, but by grace, doesn't fall. [0:18]Amelia Ballard makes it to the waterfall at least

[0:18]Rubh Mewrilah glances over to see if Valroit would notice if she tries to trip Athil.

[0:18]You cheer Athil Thorne on! [0:18]Althea Greene is kind of hoping Ruby -will- trip Athil, but she has her own reasons for this. [0:19]Valroit Faucheux: "Red Thunder maintains a wide lead, though Blondie is not far behind!!! Will the others be able to catch up or is this race decided already!? Disaster could strike at any moment; keep your eyes on those eggs!" [0:19]Rothe Aubrey looks at Nolanel Feran in surprise. [0:19]Rubh Mewrilah cough-mutters a command to her airship, directing it into his path. "Assignment for box 3b, move right." [0:20]Athil Thorne started to slow down. How cocky! Or perhaps he just didn't want to drop the damn thing. (1999) [0:20]Amelia Ballard is just going on a cake walk. How is this hard? (2,166) [0:20]Katy Bunnyrabbit squeaks as someone drops an egg [0:20]Rubh Mewrilah is overly distracted trying to thwart Red Thunder, her egg wobbles and almost falls. "No, no. no..." [0:20]Nolanel Feran repeats his last foreboding step-- and doesn't have the same luck. His egg tumblrs from the spoon and breaks on the ground. "Oh, gods..." [0:21]Valroit Faucheux: "Oh no, our first spill!! Ser Nolanel's back to the start! But he's not the only one experiencing turbulence as Red Thunder falls behind Blondie with the other three not far behind! This race could go any way!!" [0:21]Valroit Faucheux has to run himself to resupply Nolanel! Yikes! [0:21]Nolanel Feran goes baaack to the start, pinching his ear. [0:23]Althea Greene is doing the best that she can with her egg. She's still determined to overtake Athil. (2049) [0:23]Athil Thorne saw Amelia gaining on him and he started to pick up the pace when his foot hit a stone, sending his egg flying, nearly missing Valroit. [0:23]Rothe Aubrey lets his fingers brush by the waterfall as he passes it. Halfway!

[0:23]Valroit Faucheux: "Wha-hey!" [0:23]Valroit Faucheux panics! [0:23]Amelia Ballard feels the egg shake on the spoon, but she's still SUPER safe. (2,293) [0:23]Nolanel Feran begins more steady this time, but promptly stops as an egg goes flying past poor Val. [0:24]Rubh Mewrilah bursts out laughing in victory as Red Thunder drops his egg, almost suffering a loss of her own precious cargo by letting her ego run wild. "No baby stay with me, yes goood." (1592) [0:25]Valroit Faucheux: "And Red Thunder wipes out in the final stretch!!! What a tale of hubris and tragedy! And while Blondie's still in the lead, the Brat and Gingersnap are just a hair behind! Ruby Eggstravaganza's not out of this yet, either! Who could take home the cake!?" [0:26]Katy Bunnyrabbit: Wow! Everyone is dropping their eggs!

[0:26]Althea Greene gasps as her egg drops. "Nooooooo!" She cries over her poor egg and goes back to the beginning. She still made it further than Athil, though! [0:26]Athil Thorne grabbed another egg from Valroit and began marching back. A slower pace this time, but he crowed in victory as both Thea and Rubh went down. "NOT SO EASY, IS IT, BRAT?!" [0:26]Amelia Ballard is just trying to inch her way into first place. She can already taste the cake. (2,667) [0:26]Althea Greene: "You're just mad because you're gonna have to wear a maid costume!"

[0:28]Valroit Faucheux: "OH NO! It's an omelette out there!! The Brat and Ruby Eggstravaganza have wiped out as well! But Blondie is still going strong, with Gingersnap breathing down her neck! It could be a close finish! Don't slip on those dropped eggs at the last second!!" [0:28]Rubh Mewrilah snickers softly at the sound of more eggs falling behind her. She makes the fatal mistake of glancing over her shoulder and plop went the egg right on her boot tip. "I called you baby. How dare you betray me like this. You deserved your fate." [0:29]Athil Thorne continued along, not focusing on anything but him and the egg. Be one with the egg. Beat the Brat. Beat the ... other brat. He could do this! And anyone nearby could probably see and/or hear him muttering all of that to himself. [0:30]Rubh Mewrilah does exactly what she's told not to do. She misses a slippery wet patch of sodden eggy ground when her heel comes down and it takes her down in a flash of limbs flying in the air. [0:30]Nolanel Feran still hasn't made it to the waterfall, but he turns around anyway (just to look!) to check the commotion. [0:30]Amelia Ballard is so close, but doesn't see Aubrey's GOD's DAMNED mandragora trying to get to him, and trips right over it. [0:30]Rothe Aubrey can't help but gawk at Amelia. She was so close... (2858) [0:30]Rothe Aubrey motions angrily at the kidragora. [0:30]Althea Greene sticks her tongue out at Athil's back and chants 'no maid costume' under her breath. (341) [0:30]Nolanel Feran KNEW that thing was evil. [0:31]Amelia Ballard: "I'M EATING IT AUBREY! IT'S A SALAD NOW!" [0:31]Valroit Faucheux: "Oh, it's carnage!!! Just steps from the finish line Blondie's egg takes a fatal tumble!! And -- we hope Ruby Eggstravaganza doesn't need a chirurgeon over there! Meanwhile, the dark horse Gingersnap -- or, err, ginger horse -- is nearly there! COULD THIS BE THE WIN!?"

[0:32]Rothe Aubrey: "IT'LL BE THE APPETIZER TO YOUR SHOAT!" [0:32]Rubh Mewrilah pushes herself up with a smoldering expression, rubbing her backside with one hand. Her tail slashed the air behind her. "This is not the eggcellent victory I imagined it would be, no not at all." [0:32]Amelia Ballard: "YOU LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS!" [0:33]Rothe Aubrey is uncontainably jubilant! [0:33]Athil Thorne spared a glance backwards to see who was where, but it also had the effect of slowing him down. "Careful you don't drop that," he said with a drawl. (1390). [0:33]Amelia Ballard is full of eggy fury glaring at Rothe as she walks past. (881) [0:33]Rubh Mewrilah grabs a new egg, fixing it with a long look before setting it down on the spoon. "Don't you do me wrong too, okay?" She takes a few steps forwards, cautiously. [0:34]Nolanel Feran dips his toe into the waterfall, grabs his egg, and walks it back to the start. [0:34]Althea Greene laughed at Athil as she advances and is -almost- caught up to him now. "Watch where you're going, Thunder boy," she said. (1275) [0:35]Rothe Aubrey walks across the finish line and immediately thrusts his spoon up--throwing the egg into the air. [0:35]Amelia Ballard: "Hope that thing hits you in the face!" [0:36]Valroit Faucheux lets out a cheer. [0:36]Valroit Faucheux: "And Gingersnap makes it across the finish!!! Zero faults, zero scrambles, the victor of the day -- oh, well, none until just now." [0:36]Valroit Faucheux: "But the rest of the racers haven't given up -- indeed, there seems to be a fierce competition for places going on! 'Tis not over yet, folks!!"

[0:37]Rothe Aubrey: "I'm sure you'd--" As he spun around to retaliate the egg fell directly on his head. [0:37]Valroit Faucheux watches Rothe, wincing with an "Ooooh." [0:38]Nolanel Feran slaps his free hand over his mouth-- "Oh, sir, I--forfeit, then, 'suppose." He stares at the egg, safe in his hand, and tries to pass it to Val. [0:38]Valroit Faucheux: "Yoop!" [0:38]Amelia Ballard laughs off balancing her egg. [0:38]Athil Thorne had made it to the waterfall and back, but... Thea had gained on him! "What the hell, woman?!" (1814) [0:38]Althea Greene surpasses Athil! She grins and keeps chanting her little chant. (2053) [0:38]Valroit Faucheux bounces the egg right out of the spoon when he finds it suddenly handed to him by Nolanel, but after a few tense moments of butterfingers he manages to secure it and tuck it safely in the basket. [0:39]Rothe Aubrey cheers for the other competitors, egg whites still sticking to his hair. [0:40]Nolanel Feran grins with no small amount of relief-- one egg casualty, at least not two. He thanks Valroit and gives a shallow bow, standing a bit aside to not crowd him.

[0:41]Valroit Faucheux: "Whoops -- What's happening!? Oh, it looks like The Brat has overtaken Red Thunder and surged into the lead! Blondie and Ruby Eggstravaganza are catching up! It could go any way!" [0:41]Rubh Mewrilah looses her competitiveness when the victor is announced, and now she's focused on the other pair trying to make it back. Head tilts to the side as she tries to aim correctly and flick her egg at Red Thunder, clearly sided on Team Althea. [0:42]Athil Thorne was so focused on trying to keep up that he did not see the egg flying straight for him, knocking his egg clean off his spoon. "????ING SHIT ????!" he started swearing. [0:43]You burst out laughing at Athil Thorne. [0:43]Althea Greene manages to duck the flicked egg without losing her own! Chanting continues! (2861) [0:43]Amelia Ballard doesn't let the distraction of the other competetors get to her, and just walks around the disappointment. (2,067)

[0:45]Rubh Mewrilah cackles a laugh, leaning and holding her side in stiches from the look on his face when her eggcellent aiming prowess was unleashed. "What now Big Red Thunder? Go win it, girl!" [0:45]Althea Greene beams with delight at Rubh Mewrilah. [0:45]Aileen Stormsong earns the achievement “Eggsit Stage Left”! [0:45]Valroit Faucheux: "OH NO! Red Thunder, who opened so strong this eve, is laid low by an act of sabotage!!?! Since we're racing for pride at this point, I'm not sure calling foul and stopping the race would do him any good!!" [0:45]Althea Greene: "Nomaidcostumenomaidcostumenomaidcostume!"

[0:46]Valroit Faucheux: "It's the Brat versus the Blondie! Who will take second!?" [0:46]Rubh Mewrilah: "Don't call a FOWL on me, friend." She says, and you can just hear that bad pun in her voice. [0:46]Valroit Faucheux groans at Rubh Mewrilah. [0:46]Rubh Mewrilah grins madly at Valroit Faucheux. [0:47]You cheer Athil Thorne on! [0:47]Athil Thorne took another egg. He was going to finish, damn it! (734) [0:47]Rubh Mewrilah enjoys the groan. Terrible puns were half the reason she even came. [0:47]You cheer Athil Thorne on. [0:47]Yvaine Athidrial frowned a little missing out on this and sighed while resting a hand on her bump. She silently cheered on Thea. [0:47]Amelia Ballard just stares at Athil like 'what the ???? you're still going to race?'. (2,359) [0:47]Althea Greene makes it to the finish line and then carefully removes her egg from her spoon, cheering. "YES! No maid costume!" (3685) [0:47]Athil Thorne: "Damn straight, woman." [0:48]Amelia Ballard tries to contain her laughter. [0:48]Athil Thorne dropped his egg again. "... Well ???? my life." [0:48]Rubh Mewrilah agrees wholeheartedly with Althea Greene. [0:48]Katy Bunnyrabbit: Think Athil needs some glue [0:48]Valroit Faucheux: "And 'tis the Brat who glides across the finish line second!! Blondie has her eyes set on making a respectable finish as well! And Red... Thunder... well, mayhap the less said about his situation the better." [0:48]Althea Greene: "Hey, Thunder boy! Remind me what's so thunderous about you?" [0:48]Athil Thorne gave a low bow. [0:50]Athil Thorne shook his head, laughing. "Damn." He glanced to Valroit. "I think I give up." [0:50]Amelia Ballard is so close to third place. Aubrey better keep his pet close this time. (2,882) [0:50]Valroit Faucheux: "Red Thunder is officially out of the running, while Blondie eases in to earn her third place! Keep those toes out of the aisle!" [0:50]Rubh Mewrilah laughs as the other egg was immediately dropped, accidentally snorting once or twice in her mirth. "Hem. Well this was fun. I saved the day, mhm." [0:51]Althea Greene: "I won a bet against Athil!" [0:51]Rothe Aubrey cheers Amelia Ballard on! [0:51]Athil Thorne: "You were aided by sabotage." [0:51]Yvaine Athidrial tilted her head before manging a, "Oh?" [0:51]Nolanel Feran claps for Amelia Ballard. [0:51]Althea Greene: "It's not my fault that you couldn't duck a flying egg, Thunder Boy." [0:51]Valroit Faucheux: "And Blondie glides in to a respectable third place!!!" [0:52]Amelia Ballard: "Respectable he says. It should have been first!" [0:52]Althea Greene fluttered her lashes at him. "Guess you'll be wearing that maid costume now, won't you?" She grins at Yvaine. "I won a bet against him!" [0:52]Rothe Aubrey jogs up to Amelia, snatching her egg out of her spoon. Holding it up, he laughs, "Nice going, Blondie!" [0:52]Yvaine Athidrial coughed, "Terms?" [0:52]Valroit Faucheux: "And that looks like that's our race! Would everyone now come up to the stage -- though be careful where you step!!" [0:52]Althea Greene: "Oh, you know. He has to wear a maid outfit while he cleans my apartment. Oop! We're being called. Be right back!" [0:52]Amelia Ballard: "You won fair and square, -Gingersnap-. Can't belive you went with that name." [0:53]Valroit Faucheux beckons to no one in particular. [0:53]Athil Thorne: "... What she said."

[0:53]Rothe Aubrey: "First nickname to come to mind. Can't blame me, yeah?" [0:54]Nolanel Feran dips his head to Rothe, then tries to keep his chin high. [0:54]Valroit Faucheux: "Congratulations to the winner of our very first Hatching-Tide Egg-and-Spoon race, Gingersnap!!" [0:54]Valroit Faucheux congratulates Rothe Aubrey. [0:54]Althea Greene claps for Rothe Aubrey. [0:54]Rothe Aubrey motions joyfully to Valroit Faucheux. [0:54]Rubh Mewrilah tries to cheer Rothe Aubrey up. [0:54]Valroit Faucheux: "Trickier than it looks, isn't it!?" [0:54]Athil Thorne cheers Rothe Aubrey on! [0:54]Rubh Mewrilah cheers Rothe Aubrey on! [0:54]Rothe Aubrey: "Had a rocky start, but that never stopped anyone. 'Cept Nol, I suppose..." [0:55]You clap for Rothe Aubrey.

[0:55]Valroit Faucheux hefts a giant box -- happily lidded to protect it against the rain -- in which lies the prize cake. [0:55]Yvaine Athidrial wondered what was in the box. [0:56]Rothe Aubrey 's eyes go wide at the enormous cake. Wow. [0:56]Valroit Faucheux: "On behalf of House Pepin, I award you this Hatching-Tide Cake, made fresh with ingredients from our family greenhouses!" [0:57]Valroit Faucheux leans down to discuss, then steps back up and continues. [0:57]Valroit Faucheux: "And the prize money this eve shall go to the Ala Mhigan Widow and Orphan fund! May this be a bright new year and beginning for our neighbors to the east!" [0:57]Valroit Faucheux claps. [0:58]Amelia Ballard is extremely jealous because she loves cake. Aubrey she love cake! [0:58]Rothe Aubrey: "Amelia, here--because of the mandragora." He tries to motion for her to take the cake. [0:58]Rubh Mewrilah claps for Rothe Aubrey. [0:58]Amelia Ballard: "Aww~ Now I can eat this instead of that salad on legs!" [0:59]Valroit Faucheux: "We brought three cakes here this eve, to award to all members of a relay team if we had ended up relay racing. So I have two cakes to present to The Brat and Blondie as well!" [0:59]Althea Greene motions joyfully to Valroit Faucheux. [0:59]Valroit Faucheux pauses, though, to see if Amelia will do the right thing and give Rothe the cake or will just keep two cakes for herself. [0:59]Rubh Mewrilah is fairly impassive about the cake, but she cheers the man on as the winner of the night's event. [0:59]Rothe Aubrey: "Best to get out of the rain before you do that, yeah?" He tries to slide the mandragora away with his foot. [1:00]Althea Greene: "Thank you!" [1:00]Rubh Mewrilah cheers Althea Greene on! [1:00]Nolanel Feran: "Another forfeited in his own right, rather than mistake," he grumbles in return. [1:00]Valroit Faucheux: "Congratulations on your finishes, and thanks to all of you for coming out to celebrate Hatching-Tide!"

[1:00]Athil Thorne cheers Valroit Faucheux on! [1:00]Amelia Ballard thinks everyone should know by now she will in fact take two cakes and eat them both. [1:01]Valroit Faucheux stacks another giant cake box on top of Amelia's other one. [1:01]Althea Greene turns and offers the cake box to Ruby. "If you hadn't have thrown that egg, I'd be wearing a maid costume tomorrow. Want it?" [1:01]Rubh Mewrilah: "Thank you for running this eggsemplary local event." The puns don't stop, nope. [1:01]Valroit Faucheux: "And that concludes this night's entertainment! Have a Happy Hatching-Tide and watch your step on the way out!" [1:01]Valroit Faucheux offers congratulations. [1:02]Nolanel Feran claps for Valroit Faucheux. [1:02]Rubh Mewrilah: "Oh uhm... I can if you don't? But I only enjoy cake in a passing way, so it's no big deal and err... just glad you don't have to dress up if ya don't want to!" [1:02]You cheer Valroit Faucheux on! [1:02]Amelia Ballard: "These are bigger than I thought they'd be..."

[1:03]Althea Greene hums. "Well, I'll keep it then. Thunder Boy over here will need something to sweeten his loss." She looked over at Athil and grinned wide. [1:03]Althea Greene beams with delight at Athil Thorne. [1:03]Valroit Faucheux subtly indicates with spriggan sign language that he was cheering for Nolanel. The latter may not understand it though. [1:03]Athil Thorne: "Yeah, yeah," he said with a laugh. "You're a trouble maker, y'know that?" [1:03]Athil Thorne: "But that was fun." [1:03]Rubh Mewrilah: "Ya'll enjoy it, that much cake would make me sick trying to eat it all." [1:03]Rothe Aubrey hesitantly looks over at Amelia, who was currently blocked from view because of the hefty boxes she held. "Let me take at least one of those--can you even see?" [1:04]Amelia Ballard is quiet behind the boxes before she speaks, "...Yes, please..." [1:04]Althea Greene nodded and smiled at Ruby, then turned to Athl. "It was fun. Now we have cake to eat and you have to wear the maid costume." She chortled and walked off to go say hello to Yvaine and Ren and Algernin and so that she could tell them that Athil now had to wear a maid costume. [1:05]Valroit Faucheux wrings rainwater out of his spriggan hat. [1:05]Nolanel Feran knew enough about spriggans to toss them from the forge- not to understand. He attempts a smile before slipping away. [1:05]Althea Greene approaches with a big box of cake in her arms. "Hi guys! I beat Athil and now he has to wear a maid costume and clean my apartment!" She sounded sooooo proud of herself. [1:05]Rothe Aubrey tries to hold back a chuckle but fails. He takes the boxes, juggling them in his grip. "Good thing the Bismarck's got me doing this all the time." [1:05]Rubh Mewrilah: "Welp. Best go clean this egg off my arse." And she headed off to do just that.

[1:05]Athil Thorne: "I should contest. You had help." [1:06]Rothe Aubrey: He was thankful for the rain; the crushed egg was proving difficult to get out before. [1:06]Valroit Faucheux waves at the spectators. [1:07]Valroit Faucheux slaps his spriggan hat back on his head and rolls up his sleeves... wait, his sleeves are already rolled up. Time to clean up after the festivities!

[mgakalatnicheska]

🌸 thanks for helping me survive this sem 🌸 one last requirement and we're free yay last puuush