#[VEN HELP HER]

[nether-twins]

"You know, I've been thinking a lot lately. And then I mean... A LOT. What if - just to throw this out there - I started a, say, club of sorts for pranksters like myself? I love what I'm doing now on my own, but it would sure be better and funnier if I had more people like myself to share my ideas with."

[kamil-a]

RECIPIES!!!!

from Alice Archives - Green Book

1. BY PETER: foil-baked fish and mushrooms

Ingredients (2 servings)

Fish fillet - 2 pieces Onion - half Shiitake mushrooms - 2 of them Enoki mushroom - 1 Shimeji mushrooms - 1 pack Butter - about 10g Soy sauce/Ponzu sauce - An Appropriate Amount Salt - a little Pepper - a little

Slice the onion thinly. Cut the mushrooms into bite-sized pieces.

Spread out the aluminum foil and spread the onions across it. Put the fish and mushrooms and butter on top of it. Wrap the foil.

Put about 100cc of water in a frying pan. When steam comes out, put the wrapped foil in the frying pan and put the lid on.

Steam for 5-10 minutes on medium heat.

Add salt and pepper to taste, put on soy sauce or ponzu sauce, and its done!

2. BY BLOOD: tea scones

Ingredients (makes 8 scones):

Cake flour - 200g Baking powder - 1 tablespoon Butter 70g Black tea leaves (earl grey, darjeeling) - 1-2 tablespoons or 1-2 teabags Milk - 100cc Egg - 1 Sugar - 1-2 tablespoons Salt - a little

Mix the cake flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Mix thoroughly.

If the tea leaves are too big, crush it finely. mix with the mixture from 1

Mix the butter, egg, and milk. Little by little combine it with the mixture from step 2. Mix lightly, dont overmix!

Wrap in plastic wrap and let rest in the fridge for about 1 hour.

Roll out about 1-2cm thick. Cut to a suitable size or use a cookie cutter.

Put in the oven on 180C for about 10-20 minutes, watching it.

Put on as much jam, cream, and other toppings as you like.

3. BY JULIUS: COFFEE SCONES

Ingredients (Makes 8 scones):

Cake flour - 200g Baking powder - 1 tablespoon butter - 70g milk - about 80cc coffee - about 20cc sugar 1-2 tablespoons chocolate chips- 50g salt - a little

Mix the cake flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar. Mix thoroughly.

Mix the milk and the coffee, then mix that with the mixture from step 1.

Mix what you have from step 2 with the butter. Add chocolate chips. Dont overmix, mix it lightly. Wrap in plastic wrap and let rest in the fridge for about 1 hour.

Roll out about 1-2cm thick. Cut to a suitable size or use a cookie cutter.

Put in the oven on 180C for about 10-20 minutes, watching it. Your bittersweet coffee scones are ready!

4. BY ACE: Rabbit Stew

Ingredients (2 servings):

Meat of a white rabbit similar to Mister Peter - 1/2 rabbit Carrots - 2 White mushrooms - 10 Onion - 1 Dried herbs (bay leaf, basil, rosemary, thyme, etc) - a little Parsley - 2 tablespoons Salt - a little Garlic - 1 piece Red wine - 2 cups Olive oil - a little Pepper - a little Honey - half a tablespoon

Cut the rabbit into easy to eat pieces, submerging it in red wine. Let it rest in the fridge for 1 hour.

Julienne the carrots. Cut the onion, mushrooms, and garlic into thin slices. Dice the parsley.

Put the olive oil in a pan and fry the rabbit until brown. Add and saute the onion halfway through

Add the red wine, carrots, mushrooms, garlic, and dried herbs to the pot from step 3. add salt and pepper and stew on low heat for an hour.

When the meat and vegetables are tender, put them on a plate and sprinkle with parsley.

Add honey to the juice left in the pot and heat for 1-2 minutes

Put on the sauce from 6 and it's ready!

5. BY BORIS: Herb Grilled Salmon

Ingredients (2 servings):

salmon - 2 slices panko crumbs - 1 cup pepper - a little olive oil - 2 tablespoons dried herbs (bay leaf, basil, rosemary, thyme, etc) - a little

Pat the salmon dry, and sprinkle on the pepper and herbs. If the salmon is raw, sprinkle on salt, too.

Mix the panko crumbs and herbs. Put one teaspoon of the olive oil into your mixture to moisten it.

Coat the salmon in the panko crumbs from step two.

Heat up olive oil in a frying pan, then cook on medium heat until golden-brown on both sides.

It's recommended to put on as much lemon juice as you'd like. Enjoy!

6. BY PIERCE: Cheese In Blue Cheese

Ingredients (2 servings)

Your preferred cheese - 1 block Sauce: Blue cheese - 50 g Milk - 100cc Fresh cream (low-fat) - 100cc Pepper - just a bit

Mix blue cheese, milk and fresh cream on your stove. melt blue cheese while stirring

Add cheese and simmer. It will be ready in a reasonable amount of time!

*If you're a person who ISN'T Pierce, it's recommended to put the cheese sauce on spaghetti or gnocchi.

ORIGINALS:

[eradicatetehnormal]

an acquaintance made this point in the server I'm in. I personally wouldn't mind Kairi being a pawn because it's a good way for her to have to explore her character as she tries to break free for the sake of her friends.

What I don't like about this theory is that people use it to say that Kairi is a sort of "false light" for Sora. Her being a light in the darkness and a princess of heart is pretty much all she has right now, and if that's taken away from her, what does she have? Jack shit, or at least nothing that would be satisfying for her character.

If this theory holds any merit, it would risk being narratively misogynistic. The idea that the mere existence of Kairi is meant to be a deception put there by the master of masters. It's also contradictory to the point of Sora's character as well. "Kairi was put there to distract Sora from his true light." So he is special? He was fated for something. Part of the intrigue of Sora's character is that he's an accidental hero. He was never supposed to wield a keyblade and only did so either because Riku's light transferred to him or because the keyblade chose him after seeing the darkness in Riku's heart, depending on your interpretation.

To clarify, even though the person in the image is talking about Sor1ku, this would still very much risk being misogynistic without a romantic love interest for Sora to fall for. The idea that Kairi just exists or is in his life purely to distract him from being the best he can be, sounds like some awful incel shit you'd hear on an Andrew Tate podcast. "Oh don't let a bitch weigh you down. She'll take all your money and hold you back." Like, damn.

[sunsetno4]

Some days, my heart just needs to see a doll in the Gucci hoodie~~~

[canisvesperus]

You losers saying rap is all sex and violence, intellectually shallow, misogynistic, etc. disgrace my girl Sa-Roc btw.

[grianthedecayingbird]

Content warning. It's a vent. If you don't like me venting then don't read it.

I'm literally about to give up. I can't stand up for me or my friends because no one would listen to me, they only listen to and believe Her, she always gets her way.. I'm so sorry Vee and Adriel. I'm sorry. I know I probably didn't do anything to you guys but I just feel so guilty for some reason. I'm sorry Ven, same as the last one. I just feel so guilty. I'm sorry Inki, Zee, any of my friends tbh for having to deal with me. I wanna give up so bad But I can't bc then I'll feel even worse and more guilty then ever. I feel like I'm turning into the thing I don't wanna be, and what she called me. A guilt tripper

[alastryona]

imagine being luxu you're apart of this grand plan set in place by your mentor dad and you spend all these centuries bodysnatching people to gain a form of immortality to see it through

and one (1) blue bitch keeps just showing up. she's always just there for some reason. is she immortal? does she have doppelgangers? how many doctors hate her for her secrets?

(her secret is to just go down tragically and be unable to truly die because your heart is broken and scattered across the world so your body is in a sort of middle ground of life and death and the remaining will you're holding onto is tethering you to existance and pulling you to the remnants of your friends even though you can't remember them anymore)

[venjamin-kingdomhearts]

Ok the thing about Ventus and Roxas that gets me is like. Yes they look identical, yes they’re connected, but their connection is through Sora. There’s a little bit of Ven in Rox, sure, but it’s not a direct connection, not recognized the same way “a Somebody and their Nobody” are.

They aren’t bound together the way Ven is with Vanitas and Roxas is with Sora. I feel like the ways they influence each other comes from Sora - mainly indirect, like a game of telephone. If they share a few habits, it’s more like something that rubbed off on Roxas because Ventus rubbed off on Sora, less that their own connection leads to “Heartbleed”/sharing memories or traits.

Like, sure, there bound to be somethings they do share, where their existences overlap just a bit. Sometimes where Roxas remembers something that’s more Ventus than him, times where Ven feels Roxas’ sadness when it’s string. But what if it’s not as strong as people assume, seeing how they look alike. What gets me in this “what if” is like… Roxas and Ventus aren’t tied together as strongly as they are with their “Others”. Maybe they get to Choose what they are to one another.

Like Destiny or whatever gets to label and define what Sora and Roxas are to each other, what Ven and Vanitas are to each other. And in some ways Fate plays a part in ensuring Ventus and Roxas meet, but it’s really a factor of their relationship to Sora. What Ven and Rox are to each other is something unique! They aren’t a Somebody and his Nobody, they aren’t a Broken Heart and his Other Half. They’re something different. Connected, but maybe not as closely as people first assume.

Like. I dunno. I just feel like there’s potential looking at them through that lens. People in their lives assume they’re closer connection wise because their appearance, and it puts an odd pressure on the two of them. To accept one another, to distance themselves from each other, anything. Ventus and Roxas being told it’s the same thing as what happened with them and Vanitas/Sora, that they’re supposed to view each other as Others. But maybe. They really can choose something else!

[intergalaticrabbit]

we’ll say fuck the banks but we’ll still use them every day

lil song that reminds me of them, they r the toxic childhood best friends of all time who just cannot make up but one of them sucks at repressing their emotions and the other is great at it so you can see the issues here (and they both too have a lot of issues they cannot get rid of!)

[lanternlightss]

HELLO !!! Do you have any hcs for Rosaria ??

(ask game)

rosaria :D !!! let’s seee ….

headcanon a - what i think realistically: amazingly well at hiding her footsteps and making them soundless. fully believe she would be able to make them invisible in the snow or desert, or do the cat thing where they only have one set of footprints because they walk in the same one?

also if her polearm ever broke she would go out swinging with her knife XD.

headcanon b - what i think is hilarious: she knows venti is barbatos. she knows venti is fond of her, and mondstadt, as a whole. sometimes when she wants to have fun she will slander barbatos and see everyone’s reactions.

venti is always the first one to start howling in laughter, and then adds on.

headcanon c - heart-crushing but fun to inflict on friends: hmmmmm …. i think she takes it very personally if she can’t save or protect someone. for example, there was a child taken by treasure horders, and one of them challenged the kid to a duel. they lost. she doesn’t talk about that one much.

headcanon d - what would never work with canon but that shit is canon to me: okay not to bring up nameless bard but they would so be friends—

no but really, i think she has a soft spot for people who are unrelenting and passionate about protecting mondstadt, but would rather do it in the shadows than the spotlight. her and diluc get along, somewhat, because of this.

[beastenraged]

Primordial dragonfly (that six winged thing)

(@hallowed-nebulae, maybe to be added onto!)

The Radiant Nightmare got her name from a death match, from a Nightmare of a witch that ruled said death match.

Or it's possible that witch stole the name of Radiant Nightmare from Radiant Nightmare herself, passing it down to that small young Replica who had not figured out how much the worlds hated her existence.

It's a difficult thing to tell, when time loops exist.

What a strange Mirage Arena this is, where the witch that the Radiant Nightmare keeps throwing herself against no longer exists here. In this time. Place. Thread of things.

No, an angel has taken her place instead. One by the name of Rinoa.

"Ultimecia always loses to Rinoa, hm?" she ponders. A rule of the universes it seems, that certain pairs should always face each other with one always coming out on top.

Her six eyes blink at said angel looking back at her, arms folded across her chest.

"Why are you here, Nightmare?" the angel, the Rinoa, asks. Demands.

The Radiant Nightmare tilts her head back, horns twitching. She gestures with one of seven arms towards a certain blade impaling her to the ground through her snake-like form.

"Well, I seem to be pinned down at the moment."

The owner of said blade snorts at her, unimpressed. "That's not what she meant."

Of course not.

Gills that are more decoration than actually of use flap open and shut along her sides. She allows patches of scales to grow over them, to lessen the impact of having gaping holes present in her form.

The owner of the blade is a Nightmare. A Riku. Riku but not, a Replica that took a name and face and made them his.

Like they always try to do, don't they?

"Leave Ruse alone," Riku demands. And how she can't but laugh, a gurgling noise that rasps through her remaining gill slits.

"I'm not here for your Ruse. Or even for my reflection," she coughs out.

She's here because...

She's hungry.

Always hungry. And there are so many free Nightmares around here for her to pick up and chomp and chew about, even as the Ruse That Will Be Her wanders in the topmost layers of Dream.

So angry, always so angry.

(Because to not be angry would be admitting failure, hmmm?)

"You've lost control of your impulse," Rinoa remarks, sounding unimpressed.

Radiant Nightmare tilts her head to the other side, lets long rabbit-like ears form from under her horns. Flop flop. "Bold of you to assume I ever had control over it in the first place."

Riku speaks. "But you did, didn't you? Otherwise Ruse wouldn't be the way she is. Either of them."

The Nightmare huffs. Taps claws against the floor, eyes flicking to the blade still stuck through her.

They're judging her, she can feel it in how the not-air hums between them. Or pitying her, which is even worse. Oh, Riku's even horrified by the implications of her, how cute.

How cute.

She blinks, one row of eyes after another. The blade in her doesn't hurt, but only because Riku means it to bind. Not to kill.

"Are you gonna let me go?"

Red eyes look her down. Steady. "Convince Rinoa."

Oh, oh, great.

The Radiant Nightmare clinks her tongue, unimpressed. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone. Is that what you want? I'll wander, swim, back to my territory."

Back to Radiant Garden, who shouldn't be too long without its hungry protector anyway.

Rinoa settles her hands together in a prayer-like gesture.

"I'm sorry."

The Radiant Nightmare hisses. Lets the raw poison of pure Darkness drip from her new maw.

"Don't be."

(Because she made this choice. She had to.)

(And if it wasn't her fault...)

(Well. It has to be. That's all.)

[kil9]

aauauauuougghghs i need to move out 👁👁

^^^ [CHEC IT OUT] i need to move out moodboard (available now !!!(

[oveliagirlhaditright]

I played Kingdom Hearts Talisman for the third time ever yesterday (the first time with three people playing the game, instead of just two). And my mom still won. LOL. Every single time I have played this game, she's won (and has also played the game as Riku... hmm. Maybe there's something there. Could Riku be OP?). LOL.

But this time, I was only one step behind her. It just always works that I'm always ahead of her, but then she eventually catches up with me and gets the lucky roll to enter "Gate to the Dark" (the game ending segment) before I do, and thus wins every time. XD

[communistkirby]

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hey folks, we have rent due by the end of this month, and my efforts to find a job have failed to bear fruit once again. please help a black trans woman and her husband (and her cat) afford rent by donating if you can or sharing this post if you can't.

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thank you

[bibiana112]

The thing that's due is getting a wig but I have no idea where I can buy one around here and it won't get here in time if I order it online and I don't wanna let down my big sis frien again ;-;

[xxblairexxss]

Cookies!

Pairing : dad!Jude Bellingham x reader

Them : Angst, I think.

Word count : 2k

Jude had a bad day and it seemed like a cookie wasn’t enough to cheer him up.

I haven’t written in soooo long. Apologize for any mistakes. Might delete this one. I don’t know. Sorry! Should start writing more. 😔

Jude and you were highschool sweethearts. Back when eveyone thought you guys wouldn’t make it because kids in love? Yeah, who would have thought you guys could pull through.

But you did.

There were ups and downs especially at the beginning of his career. Those multiple rumors and gossips came flooding all at once and you went from a normal girl to someone who was known to have a famous boyfriend. They ven called you “the girl who hit the jackpot”.

Some even called you lucky.

A few months after your marriage, Jude and you were blessed with a little girl named Aaralyn. Jude was a perfect father figure to her though to be honest, her arrival wasn’t really align with the immense growth of his career but he managed to balance it all out.

But there were still ups and downs.

The small little hand was flipping through pages of pages from your baking cookbooks whilst her other hand kept on tapping on her chin. Her soft little hums filled through the air.

“Have you make up your mind, honey?” You asked whilst rummaging through the cupboards to take out every baking tools needed.

Jude had been feeling under the weather these days. He tried to hide it from you as he always did but you always catch on it. You knew him very well.

And so did Aaralyn.

Apparently, your little girl was fully aware of it too. Aaralyn woke up this morning and came up with an idea to bake cookies for Jude because it was her favourite and based on her logic, whatever foods that made her happy, should made others happy just as much.

“Mommy, we… bake choco cookies!”

You let out a cackle. “You flipped through the whole book just to decide with a basic one?”

“It’s Alyn’s favourite!” Her small little hands started patting on her chest with a proud expression written all over the face.

“Of course, baby. Can you let mommy see the ingredients, please?” You were about to pull the book closer to your side but your duaghter was quicker.

She snatched the book back with her lips jutting out. “Alyn can read!”

“Okay, read it out loud while mommy gather all of the ingredients, yeah?”

“This one says..powder!” Her little finger pointed to the first ingredient on the list.

“What kind of powder?”

“Co— cocoa powder, mommy! This one..” The little finger then slid to the second ingredient.

••

Your little girl’s eyes widen when the sound of a car came from the garage. There was no other car that could have parked in the garage except for your husband’s.

“Daddy is here! Mommy, daddy’s here! We need to be faster!” She made a hop sound as her dangling little feet touched the ground and scrambled to get her princess plate from the cupboard.

“Use Alyn’s plate!” She lifted her pink coloured plate up high for you to place one of the baked goods.

The sound of the door slammed put your little conversation with Aaralyn to an end. There were no words exchanged as both of you stared at Jude. He threw his bag on the couch, the things inside hit with some of your daughter’s toys.

“Alyn, I told you to clean up your toys, didn’t I?” The tense in Jude’s voice was enough to make his mood known to the rest of the family members.

“Uh-oh, mommy wait!” Your daughter tiptoed to place her plate back on the kitchen counter before scrambling to the living room.

You were looking from afar as she straighten her arm to grab on her little toy whilst Jude was ignoring her existence, eyes solely on his phone.

“Daddy, can help me? Please?” Aaralyn mumbled a little as she patted on her dad’s laps.

“You should clean up your own mess. We talked about this yet you still refuse to learn.” He stood up, picked up the bag which he threw earlier and headed straight to the bedroom, leaving your little girl alone.

You saw she brought her little hands close to her chest, lips pouting as she stood there, completely baffled with what just happened.

“Baby, it’s alright. Mommy will help you.” You picked up your daughter’s toy box and brought it closer to the couch, Aaralyn then made a little noise as she jumped on the couch to gather all of the toys left.

“Daddy might be feeling a little sad today. I’m sorry about what happened, sweetheart.” You cupped on her chubby cheeks to give them a little kiss.

“It’s awright! Daddy will be happy after my cookie!” She squealed.

Your brows lifted, smile widen as she mentioned the main point of the day. “You are right! I forgot about the cookies. Should we bring it to daddy?”

“It’s okay! Alyn will do it.”

You trailed behind as she ran back to the kitchen, boths arms high up in the air to get her plate back.

“Be careful!” As soon as you handed her plate back, she already made her way to the room where Jude went.

“Alyn will come back after I make daddy happy!” Her voice sounded afar as she ran to the hallway.

Aaralyn’s pace stopped in a sudden as she nearly hit the closed door. There came a new problem as she couldn’t knock on the door whilst holding the plate.

“Uh-oh..” The soft little mumble slipped out from her mouth.

“Daddy? It’s me!” The back of her hand hesitantly knocked on the door as she took a step back, waiting for a response.

Jude heaved a sigh, arm propped up to cover his eyes. He wished a second for himself and he got was continous knocking sound greeting his ears.

“Daddy…?”

“Daddy!” She crouched down to carefully put the plate on the floor before bringing both of her fists thumping against the door.

“It’s me, Alyn!”

“What do you want from me?!” The inside of the door banged agaist the wall of the bedroom as Jude opened the door. There was nothing but tense in his voice.

Jude saw his little girl struggling to stand up straight with the plate of cookies right as he brought his gaze on her.

Startled by the sudden loud noise, some of the cookies in the plate fell onto the floor. Most of the perfect sized cookie now turned into little bits and pieces.

“Alyn just— just wanna give daddy a cookie…” Your little girl immediately cut the vexed gaze from Jude, her head hung low and she bit on the inside of her cheeks.

“You are making me suffocated. I need a fucking break and I can’t even do that in my house?!”

“Sorry daddy…” Her words turned into a mumble, lips started trembling.

Jude heaved a sigh when he spotted the cookie crumbles now all scattered on the floor. “Great, another mess. Clean it, Alyn. Now!”

Hearing the voice of your husband gradually got louder and louder, you immediately flipped the main valve. You barely had any time to wipe your hands as you scurried to the bedroom where you saw your little girl crouching on the floor, her little chubby hands quivered as she picked up the mess she did.

“Jude! What was that for?!” Fuming, you pushed him by his chest, tears welled up in your eyes.

“I just need a rest, Y/N,” He rolled his eyes with no hint of guilty.

“You could have just said so instead of cursing to my daughter. She did nothing wrong!”

“She should have just left me alone. No one gives a fuck about a fucking cookie right now! I couldn’t play for 2 months and you didn’t even ask me if I’m doing fine!” Jude responded back, not giving any sign to back down nor to tune down his voice.

“I know you aren’t doing fine. Alyn knows it as well. In fact, she knows it better than me. She planned all this. She planned a movie night, we waited for you to come home only to find out you spent a night at Vini’s without telling us beforehand. Alyn wanted to cook your favourite food. We did and you weren’t able to come home again. She then decided to bake her favourite cookies, thinking it could cheer you up only for you to shout at her face. Is it her fault that you have to rest for two months? That you had to lash it all out on her? Do it to me! Scream in my face, Jude! Do it.” Jude didn’t flinched when your fist repeatedly hit on his chest.

“This isn’t about you, Y/N.” He breathed out.

“So, is it about your daughter? Is that why you lashed out on her?”

Instead of saying anything else, he heaved a sigh and made his way to the bathroom.

You went back to where your little girl was sitting. The tears stain were immediately gone as you quickly wiped of your cheeks before crouching in front of her.

“Come, baby,”

Your little girl pulled her hand back from you and went back to picking up the crimbles. “Daddy— daddy asked Alyn to clean up this mess first or daddy will be mad again…”

Your heart broke when she kept her head low. Aaralyn always loved to make eye contacts, she had always been the mood maker in the house.

“Mommy will clean up the mess. Can you go back to your room, please, baby?”

“Daddy won’t be mad..?” She lifted her eyes and you were greeted a pair of puffy eyes, her cheeks were more round as she jushed her lips forward. She looked exactly like Jude and it broke the dam of your tears.

“Daddy won’t be mad at you anymore. Go back to your room? Mommy will see you once I clean this all up, alright?”

**

Jude clearly forgot what happened after. He was literally losing the grasp on time as soon as he woke up from his nap. The blanket was pushed aside as he grabbed on his phone. The brightness made him squint his eyes. The picture of you and your little girl greeted his sight.

3:02

Even in the dark, without him having to turn his head aside, he could still feel the bareness. He wasn’t sure what it was yet. Not until he tapped on the other side of the bed.

It was empty. Untouched even.

“Honey?”

His heartbeat gradually turned even faster as every call was left unanswered. You were a light sleeper. Even a slight noise could have woken you up. Soon as he left the master bedroom, his feet bought him to your little girl’s room. The light was left on but there wasn’t any sight of his baby girl too.

“Aaralyn. Honey?”

Jude went uneasy. His skin turned sticky as he broke intol cold sweats. Part of him wished all of this was just a dream. Before he reached the main door, he caught a glimpse of a pink coloured plate on the dining table with some sort of yellow coloured paper by its side along with a box of crayon pencils.

“Daddy’s

— Aarlyn ❤️”

••

You could have brush it off if it was only between you and him but not to your little girl. Aaralyn was clearly upset. Even when you packed her stuffs, she remained seated at the dining table, staring at her remaining cookie.

As you rearranged her folded clothes into the luggage, she came back into her room, looking determined as if she had to get something done. You let her be as she ran back outside as she took out her crayon set with a piece of paper from her notebook.

Unknown to you, she actually wanted to leavr a little message to her very first love.

“There! For daddy!” She mumbled, the crayon in her hand was slipped back into the rest of the set as she left the paper right beside her plate. Her little hand then rearrange the cookie right in the middle. Not before she took a small bite at the corner of it.

“Daddy will like it…” She murmured with a small smile on her face.

“Come, baby. We gotta go.” You called out to your little girl, voice half whispering not to wake Jude up. After all those things that he did, you dtill couldn’t believe he had the audacity to just call it a night.

“Okay, mommy!” Aaralyn hopped off the chair and ran to you as you crouched down to put on her shoes. As she remain still with her little leg on your lap, she sticked her index finger in her mouth, eyes locked at the dining table area.

“What are you looking at, sweetheart?”

“Alyn forgot to keep my crayon…” She answered.

“That’s alright. Just leave it be.” You picked up your luggage bag, your free hand locked on your little girl’s wrist.

“Mommy, where are we going? Aaralyn asked.

“Daddy needed some time alone so it’s just gonna be you and me.”