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babysitting sarah with tommy!

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“Now I see why Joel wouldn’t let you babysit for so long.” 

You watched with furrowed brows as your boyfriend attempted to change Sarah’s diaper, the 13-month-old fussy and kicking her tiny, chubby legs at the man’s rough hands. 

“Quit it, just help me.” He sighed, trying to unfasten the new diaper. You could tell Sarah was growing more and more fussy by the moment, evident by her whines and tiny hands rolled up into fists as she fidgeted from side to side. 

“Have you even wiped her?” You asked, tilting your head as you watched the predicament. You had stepped out for hardly even two minutes, packing up dinner as Tommy got Sarah ready for bed. 

“Hell, I wiped her.” Tommy scoffed, still struggling to undo the wings of the Pamper, his frown deepening as Sarah grew more whiney. “Shit went all up her back. I practically hosed her down but with wipes.” 

You silently reached out for the diaper, waiting for Tommy to give in and ask for help. With a sigh, he handed you the Pamper. A small pout grew on his lips, one practically matching Sarah’s, as he stepped aside to let you take care of the little girl, watching as you easily undid the flaps.

“Do you have her cream?” You asked, tucking the fresh diaper underneath the huffing girl’s bottom. 

Tommy grabbed the diaper bag, haphazardly digging around before grunting, “The hell you mean her cream?” 

“Tommy.” You sigh, holding her tiny feet with one hand as you motion for the diaper bag. You rustle through it, quickly finding the diaper rash ointment. You gently soothe it onto her chubby thighs, giving her small coos to try and calm her fussiness. She seemingly enjoyed the feeling of your soft hands instead of the rough carpenter ones of her dad and Uncle Tommy. 

You swiftly got the small girl into the diaper, triple-checking it wasn’t too loose or too tight. Then, into her pajamas, pink and decorated with little bunnies. “That’s much better, isn’t it, sweet girl?” You cooed, scooping Sarah into your arms. She babbled in response, much happier in her fresh clothes. Her small hands reached for your face, holding your nose as you let out a soft laugh. Despite his own fussiness, Tommy couldn’t help but feel himself swoon at the sight. 

That night, your symphony of Tommy’s snores had another instrument added-- the tiny noises of Sarah’s nose in her Pack N Play. 

The next morning, as Tommy walked into the kitchen, he could feel his heart swell tenfold than how it did the night before. The sight of you, balancing Sarah on your hip, as you cooked breakfast for three-- he swears cartoon-style hearts bubble around his head and his feet fall out from under him as he slips into his imagination of a life where it’s always the three of you, but a little one that had his dark hair and your captivating eyes. Your voice breaks him out of his la la land, asking him to place Sarah in her high chair. 

You and Tommy hardly touch your breakfast, instead too entertained by the little girl and how she gripped her tiny, pink spoon (one that matched the little blouse you had put her in) and messily scarfed down her delectable breakfast of oatmeal, sliced strawberries, and bananas. She smacked her lips, her food covering her lips, chin, and bib. 

“Is it good, girlie?” You asked in your sweet voice, tucking her straw curls away from her forehead as her spoon coordination grew a bit lazy. 

“Nana.” She answered, pointing her tiny finger at the yellow circle in her bowl.

“It is a banana,” You smiled, taking her answer as a good enough answer, “Good job.” Tommy chuckled, sitting across the table from you and watching the exchange. 

After breakfast, you began washing the plates as Tommy took Sarah out to the front yard. Spring was coming in, evident by the warming weather and the sun no longer only peeking out from behind dark clouds. He left the front door open, letting the natural sunlight in alongside the sounds of his laughter mixed with the small girl’s screams of delight. 

Curiosity getting the better of you, you turned off the sink and wiped your hands as you went to the doorway. Tommy was sat on the stairs of the porch, blowing bubbles out of a small wand as Sarah bounced and clapped her hands, trying to catch them all. 

You smiled, walking over and sitting beside Tommy, resting your head on his shoulder as he entertained the small girl with the bubbles. Watching as her curls bounced up and down with her endeavor to pop every bubble, you couldn’t help but softly admit, “She’s a cutie.” 

“Yep, she is.” Tommy agrees, pausing to blow out another array of bubbles for the small girl. “Imagine what one of our own would look like.” 

You look over at him, meeting his brown eyes and raised eyebrow. He had his familiar cheeky grin, one that made you stifle a laugh and stand, patting him on the shoulder as you went back inside. “Nice try.” 

A few hours later, Joel buckled up Sarah in her car seat and drove off, thanking you two for the night. As soon as his car disappears down the street, Tommy’s hands are kneading into your hips. 

“I meant it, earlier.” He speaks lowly, placing a soft kiss below your earlobe. “How does one of our own sound?” 

“We’ll talk once you learn how to change a diaper.” You laugh, turning in his grip and meeting his eyes. You pick up your left hand, raising your brow with a playful smile, “And once you put a ring on this finger.” 

He grins in his usual cocky, Tommy-like manner, grabbing your hand to hold in his own, placing a kiss onto your knuckles. “Looks like it won’t be long, then.” 

[alcnfr]

Some mystery insect eggs near the hose bib...

[cyber--raven]

My OOAK Frollo doll, start to finish...

Just thought I’d upload the entire process here; sorry if it seems repetitive of me, as I have posted pictures of this here before. It’s more so for my own record really, as it’s just super easy and convenient to put on multiple images onto one post here, or anyone who’s interested. 

Please note this is for my newest version, I have made others in the past using different doll bodies, fabric and head sculpts- some turned out better, some not, but all part of the experimenting, construction process.

Body: A Monster High Deuce Gorgon doll. I chose this because of the good articulation, good hand sculpts and it is the right size body to fit my head sculpts. Had to just trim the head peg and stabilize it by wrapping some string coated in PVA glue around it, as the weight of the head makes it flop down otherwise. It doesn’t have as much head movement as it used to, but it does have a little. 

In hindsight, one wonders if could be attached with magnets somehow, perhaps, but not sure. In the end it was attached with hot glue.

Head sculpts. I ended up using the one of the left. Made from super sculpey clay. The one on the right was originally on a different body, hence the different skin colour to match.

Purple trousers/Hose - made from purple stretch fabric- the same material used in swimwear.

I kept the top which came with the Monster High doll, as it has a nice brocade sort of pattern on it. I just dyed it purple, and made and attached the purple sleeves. Lets face it, no one knows wtf he wears under there,

Tricky part, the shoulder-piece.

Black velvet fabric with red braid /edging cord, and red ribbon stripes for the pauldron stripes. Back-piece of the purple stretch fabric. On the underside I made a pocket in which I inserted craft wire to hold the shape.

Finished with adding black cord around the edges to neaten it up, and glued on two red diamonds adhesive plastic craft jewels.

At this point I also made the white collar, the square shaped top sewn on. The circular base is so it stays in place. And also sort of resembles the collar and bib worn by nuns. Frollo Wasn’t a priest in the animated version that Disney did, but they sure sneaked in some clerical looking attire. 

And Finally...

I has dagger too.

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Part IV of Fate’s Epitaph, from a prompt suggested by @meshlaxbunny

WE’RE ALL ON THIS JOURNEY TOGETHER UNDER THE CUT.

She arrived at the Daimyo’s palace, at Boba Fett’s palace, at dawn. Excitement had exhausted her. She had a thousand questions.

So did he. The stars were still visible in the sky when Boba Fett rose and went to the window to pull back the sheer curtains and look for her. Fennec’s little pep talk was enough to convince him that being forthcoming and apologetic was the only path forward. He could never atone for all of the bloodshed he participated in as the ruthless bounty hunter, but he could make reparations for his role in her suffering. It was the dawn of a new day, indeed.

Droids unloaded the crates from her dewback and she walked to the kitchen to fill her water skin. She’d come to the conclusion that Boba Fett likely didn’t remember her at all from her time in enslavement under Jabba. He probably had his lieutenant doing all of the logistics and the generosity was a tactic to secure loyal help after Bib Fortuna’s incompetence drove all the best contractors away. That was a far more likely explanation than Boba Fett, the infamous bounty hunter turned Daimyo, remembering an enslaved dancing girl he took pity upon a handful of times. Maybe when next she saw the man in black, she’d inquire about what to expect under normal circumstances working for the Daimyo - the wining and dining to butter up new employees couldn’t possibly be a regular occurrence, but she suspected the pay would be more than reasonable. She wouldn’t mind sharing that little renovated servants’ quarters with a few other members of Boba Fett’s house, especially considering her odd hours.

She didn’t see Fennec approach. She was tired from too much excitement and too many long overnight trips back to back.

“The Daimyo wants you upstairs.” Fennec’s tone was flat, but she couldn’t keep herself from smirking.

Fennec led her up the spiral staircase to the top of the tower. She’d never been above the ground floor and the experience of climbing higher and higher towards Boba Fett made her head swim. Fennec showed her into a wide, sunlit room with a stone floor and a view of greater Mos Espa and the Dune Sea beyond. The furnishings were sparse but warm and included, curiously, a very expensive looking bacta pod. Boba Fett’s armor, the Boba Fett’s armor, stood on a stand next to a rack of weapons.

“Thank you Fennec. Leave us.”

The man in black was waiting for her. A familiar face, at least. Boba Fett was indisposed - there was no reason for the Daimyo himself to meet with a courier.

“I’ll gladly take more work, but I need a night off before-“

He held up a hand to silence her. His demeanor was warm and his face was soft.

“You look tired Lalya,” he said softly, walking towards her. He took her elbows gently and guided her to the bed. Her brows knit in confusion and she experienced a brief moment of panic. No man had handled her in such a way since before she came out of bondage and the sensation of his warm, rough hands made her abdomen tense.

Sensing her sudden apprehension, Boba spoke softly. “You are safe. Sleep here today - there is too much coming and going on the lower floors. It’s much quieter here.” He had no practice at being reassuring and was relieved when she acquiesced.

Lalya’s knees almost buckled and she allowed him to place her on the bed in a sitting position. She felt her heart beating in her face. She was alone in a bedroom with a man whose muscles bunched under his clothing when he moved. If she screamed, would Fennec come to her aid? Dizziness began to overtake her. Terror threatened to well tears in her eyes.

“I’ll have your dewback hosed and fed. LEP will bring food for you here. You’ll want for nothing,” he said, placing his hand on top of her head in a chaste gesture of affection. He stood up and walked towards the armor on its stand.

On cue, two droids appeared to assist him. Lalya watched as they placed each piece of armor over his clothing. Boba Fett’s armor. The man in black was Boba Fett. She saw it now, as clear as the night sky over the Dune Sea. As clear as every star in the constellations she followed to navigate.

With his helmet tucked under his arm, he looked back to her before descending down the stairs.

“Get some rest, little one. No harm will come to you here with me.”

…

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Pear cider thoughts are tempting me again. I really need to get my new outside hose bib connected first, but still itching to buy a vise clamp to diy a cider press with some buckets.

I'd get a regular press for like 30 bucks more, but storage isn't much of an option.

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🆕 Crystal Springs Chapter 29: Mind Goop now up on ao3/ff dot net!

Chapter 29: Mind Goop

After a good night's rest, Blaise sets to work tying up loose ends among the denizens of the North Pole, and charming his way through Santa's in-laws. Meanwhile, Santa crashes Jack's pity party and Elle checks in with Jacqueline, maybe a little too literally.

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In my heart of hearts, I call this chapter the "Blinter Gay Panic" chapter. Those mofos are out here charming the crap outta Carol, outta Santa, and Blaise does a NUMBER on the in-laws (not before they do a number on him!)

Have an excerpt ;)

Blaise looked down. Below him, baby Buddy had tottered over, sitting in the foam on the floor and smacking it with his hands. Carol rushed over, picking him up and pulling him out. He giggled, kicking his legs as foam went flying. “Looks like someone needs to be hosed down,” Santa joked, hoping to cut the tension. “No need,” Blaise said, snapping his fingers again. In a flash, Buddy was clean; foam gone, his clothes nicely pressed, and his bib clear of food stains new and old. “There we go! All tidy,” Blaise said, making a silly face at the toddler. Buddy giggled, kicking his legs happily as Carol sat him on her side. Clearing his throat, Blaise looked up at the Claus’s extended family and flashed them a prize-winning smile. “Hi. Frost, Blaise Frost. Governor of the Capitol of Crystal Springs and baby cleaner extraordinaire.” He winked, his hair fwooshing to life, briefly bending like a flickering candle before once more burning brightly at an acceptable height. “Oh, wow,” Sylvia said, sultry. “Wow!” Bud agreed, impressed. “Bud Newman! Father-in-Law of Christmas!” Placing down the fire extinguisher, he stuck out his hand. Blaise shook it enthusiastically. “Some grip you got there, Governor.” “Playing with fire works wonders on the old grippers,” he teased, letting go of Bud’s hand and turning to look at Sylvia. “And this is the lovely Mrs. Newman?” “Just Sylvia is fine,” she said, patting her hair and giving him her hand. Blaise took it, very briefly kissing her knuckles. She flushed. “He’s got ‘em,” Santa whispered to Carol. “Hook, line, and sinker baby,” Carol replied, the pair of them bumping fists.

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE THIS! OR AFTER THIS! Or maybe you will! With a chapter title like MIND GOOP? I ain't SLICK. Or maybe I am! Who's to say? YOUS to say!

That's RIGHT! You can check Chapter 29: Mind Goop out HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfiction dot net and be the judge of how slick tumblr user safyresky really is!

Want to start from the top? Check out the Prologue: An Encounter HERE on ao3 and HERE on ff dot net!

Story summary and SafyreSky Industries Ramblings below the cut!

It's been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking...well, not so great. Jack's powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk. Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family. Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn't even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that's had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move? Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit...complicated.

SO sorry for the SLIGHT delay!! I think I spent like 75% of December taking care of sick husband/being a little low energy/feeling unwell, and then holidays came around and were BUSY. AND FULL OF MORE SICKNESS. This time the hubbers and I got hit with a stomach bug like no other AFTER CHRISTMAS DAY. I've never had to put so much effort into tossing my cookies in my LIFE. GAH.

The other problem I ran into was, funnily enough, Jacqueline and Elle. Their mind goop scene wasn't hitting right, so I let the chapter sit for a bit while rereading older Jacquie/Elle bits and rereading Rules of Engagement and when I finally looked back at it I realized the PROBLEM was that THESE TWO GOOBERS. HAD M O R E TO SAY TO ONE ANOTHER!!!!!!

WHAT DO YOU TWO HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELVES?

UNBELIEVABLE.

Goobers aside, here it FINALLY is :3.

🆕 this chapter:

Blaise decided he was going to be present for the rescue Polly mission, too

(that was a whole OTHER writing problem, oy vey)

(the cast has taken control. i don't even think i'm in the CAR anymore! I think I fell out!)

Both he and I continue to be plagued by CS Lore (magical incidents and how they are taken care of, the CS equivalent of "Police" and how they work, Mother Nature apparently having absolute power in extreme circumstances--though that checks out, AND some Call/Fae War Lore Drops)

This, of course, means you all get fresh CS Lore!

Next time I rework CS it's gonna be to separate it from Fandom and make it a publishable original work

WORD COUNT: CS 2014 (OG)->6,055k CS 202X-> 15,444k

Yet another MASSIVE change lmao

And I think that about covers it! MUCHAS thanks to mr alex hirsch for unleashing gravity falls onto the world and making me aware of GRUNKLE as a title, which Lucy 100% would use and WILL USE. I think Sylvia is like "just Sylvia is fine dear" and Lucy's like "Consider: GRAUNTIE SYLVIA!" (bc you can't convince me that Bud and Sylvia wouldn't be brought into the blended family the way the Millers and Scott did it, lmao)

Goal for Chapter 30: write it, first off, lmao. I'm two scenes in?? But I'm HOPING to have it ready for Crystal Spring's TENTH Birthday on the 20th of this month. TEN YEARS. MAHOOSIVE. AH.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter and enjoy your weekends! I will be cleaning at my folk's house so ANY AND ALL NICE WORDS AND COMMENTS AND DISTRACTIONS ARE APPRECIATED AS I AM TIRED AND FAMILY'D OUT AND WILL NEED THE SEROTONIN, LOL.

[exitrowiron]

Everyone has a different definition of aspirational luxury. For some people having a wine cellar is a goal. Other people fantasize about having a high-end automobile or a really cool audio system. Those things don’t appeal to me.

I’ve always thought it would be cool to have a large garage with a floor drain and a hose bib with hot water so I could wash my car inside during the winter.

[imalayla]

UGH I FORGOT TO DRIP THE FRONT HOSE BIB AND IT FROZE UGHHHHHH!!!!!!! I hate my stupid scatterbrained scramped egg memory!!!!! We are wrapping the spigot with towels and pouring boiling water on it to hopefully unfreeze….. and then using a heat gun on it if that fails…. Fuck my life I just am not used to sub freezing temperatures…… the house can’t keep above 58f inside because of how shitty the insulation is…. I hate winter so much