#baby's first full-room mural

[what-eats-owls]

Shared this on insta so I thought y'all might enjoy it as well!

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

pt.2 wit the pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

[lifeofpriya]

Lakeside Love - William Nylander

[gif credit goes to @ghiessa]

shout out to @jackhues for helping me with this fic 🫶🏼

summary: why did Willy plan a trip to Stockholm so suddenly...?

You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to you. Glancing over, you see a text from William, your boyfriend. Your heart skips a beat as you read his message: "Pack your bags, baby. I've got a surprise for you." A smile spreads across your face, and you quickly get out of bed, eager to see what William has planned for you.

As you step out of the shower and begin to get dressed, you can't help but think back to when William first mentioned the idea of going on a trip together. It was during one of his drunk ramblings after a game, and you had accidentally overheard him talking about it to his teammates. You knew then that he was planning something special for you, but you never imagined it would be this soon.

You make your way downstairs to find William pacing back and forth in the living room. He spins around when he hears you enter the room, a nervous smile on his face. "Hey, baby," he says, his voice shaking slightly. "Are you ready?"

You nod, your heart racing with anticipation. "Where are we going?" you ask, trying to contain your excitement.

William grins and reaches into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. He hands it to you, and you open it to find two plane tickets, one for you and one for him. Your eyes widen as you read the destination: Stockholm, Sweden.

"Stockholm? But why there?" you ask, confused.

William smiles and pulls you close, his hands warm on your shoulders. "I have a surprise for you, remember?" he says, his voice low and full of promise. "You'll see when we get there."

You let out a soft laugh, your heart still racing with anticipation. "Okay, mystery man," you say, teasing him. "Let's go."

William grins and grabs his wallet, pulling out some cash. "I'll have a car pick us up in an hour," he says, stuffing the bills back into his wallet. "Pack everything you need, and don't forget your passport."

You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside you. This is really happening. You're going to Sweden with William. As you gather your things, you can't help but wonder what kind of surprise he has planned for you. Is it something romantic? Adventurous? Or maybe something completely unexpected?

You pack quickly, throwing clothes and toiletries into your suitcase. You slip on a comfortable pair of jeans and a cozy sweater, not knowing what the weather will be like in Stockholm. You grab your passport from your desk drawer and tuck it into your bag, feeling a sense of anticipation wash over you.

An hour later, a sleek silver car pulls up to your house. William helps you with your luggage, his hands strong and reassuring. You climb into the car, feeling a rush of excitement as you pull away from your home and head towards the airport.

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The journey passes in a blur of nervous energy and anticipation. You can't help but feel a sense of adventure as you step off the plane in Stockholm, the cool autumn air hitting your face. William holds your hand tightly as you make your way through the bustling airport, past the colorful murals and the familiar Swedish flags.

As you step outside, a luxurious black town car pulls up to the curb, its tinted windows hiding whatever lies in store for you. You climb inside, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as the car pulls away from the airport.

The ride is long and winding, taking you through the picturesque Swedish countryside. You can't help but notice the changing leaves and the crisp autumn air, starkly contrasting the warm, humid summers back home.

After what feels like hours, the car pulls up to a quaint little cabin nestled in the woods. Your heart skips a beat as you step out of the car, taking in the breathtaking view of the lake, glistening in the sunlight.

"Welcome to our little slice of heaven," William says, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I hope you like it here."

As you step inside the cabin, you're immediately struck by its rustic charm. The wooden floors creak beneath your feet, and the scent of pine and freshly baked bread fills the air. The living room is cozy, with a roaring fireplace and plush leather couches, while the kitchen is bright and inviting, with a large wooden table that can seat eight.

"This place is amazing," you breathe, turning to face William. "I can't believe you planned all of this."

He smiles, taking your hand in his. "I wanted to do something special for you," he says softly. "Something we'll always remember."

You look around the cabin, taking in the cozy atmosphere. "I think we'll remember this for sure," you say, leaning against your boyfriend.

William leads you to the bedroom, which is warm and inviting, with a large, comfortable bed and a window that overlooks the lake. He helps you unpack your clothes, hanging them neatly in the closet.

As you both settle into the room, William takes your hand and leads you to the window. He points out to the lake, where a small boat awaits you. "I have a surprise for you tonight," he says, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "We're going on a romantic boat ride around the lake."

You can't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his words. This trip has already been so memorable, and you can't wait to see what else William has in store for you. "That sounds wonderful," you breathe, leaning into him.

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As the sun begins to set over the lake, you and William make their way down to the small boat waiting for them. The air is cool against your skin, and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore is soothing. William helps you into the boat, and you both sit down, feeling the rocking of the water beneath you.

The sky is painted with shades of pink and orange, reflecting on the calm surface of the water. You lean back against William, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He takes your hand in his, and you feel a sense of peace wash over you.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the night sky comes alive with stars. You can see the reflection of the stars on the water, and it feels like you're floating in a sea of twinkling lights. William leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I've been thinking," he whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to make this trip even more special for you."

You lean closer, your heart racing with anticipation. "How?" you breathe.

William smiles, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "I've been planning this for a long time," he says softly. "You're the love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

You feel your heart skip a beat as you realize where this is going. Your hands tremble as you look into William's eyes, filled with love and excitement.

"William," you breathe, your voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. "Are you…?"

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "I am," he says, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to ask you something important, something that's been on my mind for a very long time."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize what's about to happen. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. The moment you'll share the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You look into William's eyes, and you see the same love and excitement that you feel mirrored back at you. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small box. You can't help but notice the engagement ring inside, sparkling in the moonlight.

"William," you breathe, your voice trembling. "Are you serious?"

He nods, his eyes shining with love and nerves. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Will you marry me?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you look into his face, the love of your life asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. You take the ring from the box and slip it onto your finger, feeling the weight of it as a symbol of the promise you're about to make. "Yes," you breathe, leaning into him. "Yes, I'll marry you."

William's face breaks into a smile, his eyes shining with relief and joy as he slipped the engagement ring onto your ring finger. He pulls you close, his arms wrapped around you, and you can feel the warmth of his body against yours. You lean back against the boat, looking out at the stars reflected in the water, and you know that this is where you're meant to be.

As you both sit in silence, taking in the beauty of the night, you can't help but think about the journey that brought you here. The late-night talks, the long-distance phone calls, the early morning flights. You remember the first time you met, how you both felt a spark that neither of you could ignore. You think about the countless hours you've spent together, laughing, crying, and learning about each other. You feel grateful for every moment, every memory, every emotion that has brought you to this point.

William breaks the silence, his voice soft and tender. "I love you," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've loved you for so long, and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else."

You look into his eyes, feeling the same love and devotion that he feels for you. "I love you too," you whisper, your fingers intertwining with his. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

As the boat gently rocks on the water, you lean in for a kiss, feeling the warmth of his lips against yours. You can feel the love and excitement that fills your heart, and you know that this moment will stay with you forever.

William breaks the kiss, his eyes searching yours. "So, what do you think? Is this everything you imagined?"

You laugh softly, pressing your forehead against his. "More than I ever could have imagined," you whisper, feeling a surge of emotion. "Thank you for this, William. For everything."

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "You're welcome, baby. It's been an adventure, hasn't it?"

You nod, your heart filled with joy and gratitude. "It has," you whisper, taking in the beauty of the lake around you. "I'll always remember this moment, this trip, with you."

William leans in, his eyes shining with happiness. "Me too," he says softly. "This is just the beginning of our adventure together."

As the boat slowly glides across the water, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You look out at the stars, their twinkling lights mirrored in the water. You feel grateful for this moment, for the love you share, and for the adventures that lie ahead.

[quill-pen]

So, question for something ... PERHAPS a little predictable, but regarding Wolf and Bess, do you have any baby nursey hcs for them? :)

These two end up having such a big, loving family, after all. Do they go all out with themes? Or, are they more subtle, and try to make the nursery just a cozy space in general? Or, perhaps a blend of the two?

Ooh, what a good question!

I'd say the theme stays the same throughout all the kids and doesn't get personalized to each new addition much, because once they have their first, it's like, "Since it's possible, we're going to have as many as we can." So the nursery gets planned on being used a LOT.😅

That said, it's not devoid of personality. I see Bess painting the walls up with a soft, soothing, nighttime forest theme. Behind where the crib sits, there's a little mural of a howling wolf on a cliff, silhouetted by a bright full moon. And with each new baby, a little wolf pup silhouette (all painted in slightly different colors) joins Daddy Wolf. The mural continues on with a genuine forest painted around the room (Mickey was absolutely commissioned and paid well, though he probably also volunteered his services as these technically are his nieces and nephews being born after all), and lots of families of forest critters painted in amongst them. Animals of all kinds are heavily featured throughout the decor. In the modern era, I see pale blue fairy lights that have a dimmer strung around the ceiling instead of a nightlight being in use. I don't see neutral colors in the room, and I don't see lots of bright colors either, but I do see soft pastels in use among the darker nighttime shades. It's a very calming and cozy vibe in that room, even with the fussier pups inhabiting it.

Some visitors have mentioned they think it's "too dark and claustrophobic" for a nursery. ("A baby deserves a bright, airy, open place to grow!") The Wolves don't care. It works for their little ones well. And there is a very large (and shuttered and locking) window to open during the day that makes the room as bright and open as any other. Above all else, it's a room crafted and filled with love.

So, all that dreamed up, take what you can out of this to fashion a Sims version for them.😅

[your-tutor-abacus]

A nursery aboard the Sunspot.

(I've written this in a rather dry way for the purposes of informing Earthlings about our culture, since denizens of the Sunspot will already be familiar with all of this.) On the Sunspot, children hatch from eggs. Everyone hatched within the same 250 year period is considered to be the same generation, while everyone conceived on the same day can be said to belong to the same cohort. And each nursery holds twelve members of the same cohort.

The people of the Sunspot like to do things in either 16s or 31s, due to their numbering systems, but it has been observed that the ideal upper range for number of children per caretaker is six. So, each nursery is designed to accommodate a minimum of two caretakers.

There are no actually hard, legal limits to the structures of families aboard the Sunspot, but people do tend to follow the common wisdom and known ideals. Many caretakers do choose to only raise one child at a time. Quite a bit more choose two to four children. And it is pretty rare that an individual chooses more than six. Caretakers also are known to form families with each other in partnership or polycules.

Children and Caretakers also come with their Tutors, and so a household with three Caretakers and eight children, for instance, will have eleven Tutors, and a grand total of twenty-two family members. This type of arrangement is not at all unheard of.

Nurseries like this one will often have artwork created or selected by the Caretakers and Tutors who have been assigned to children expected to hatch. The walls can be decorated with illustrations or murals, and the furniture can be configured and customized for individual needs.

Most Caretakers like to spend some time with their eggs before they hatch, though it isn't considered necessary for fetal development. Ktletaccete are not human and their needs are different from those of human fetuses and babies.

Nevertheless, the individual incubators are fitted with a full sensory and environmental suite that's integrated with the rest of the nursery, designed to simulate the effects of being in a hatching pond. And the lighting of the room is even programmed to not only recreate the cycle of day and night, but also the passing shadows of predators, other fauna, and/or visiting parents, as it is believed would be experienced in the wild.

The lighting is usually kept much darker than what is depicted here, but it can be allowed to get this bright for short periods of time.

If you walk in and sit down next to one of your eggs and talk to it, it will be exposed to the sound of your speech as transmitted by water at levels adjusted for safety. It is not believed that this will help the child recognize or bond with their Caretaker, as that demonstrably happens later in development, but some Caretakers find that it helps them bond with their children.

When an egg begins to hatch, both its Caretaker and Tutor are alerted so that they can be present to help the new child take their first breaths and be shown how to eat and drink. Tutors tend to be the ones to carry the children to their Caretaker's quarters.

Although their eggs are clearly similar to those of what humans would classify as amphibians, most freshly hatched Ktletaccete aboard the Sunspot are not especially amphibious themselves. Depending on the observed development of each child, the water is usually drained from the incubator as they hatch, and the bell jar is lifted when an adult is there ready to assist them. In the case of amphibious or aquatic children, the procedure is suitably different with further assistive technology.

What is depicted in this scene are a number of eggs in their early development, so the fetuses all appear very similar. In the upcoming months they will begin to metamorph into very unique forms, even developing feathers, hair, and/or scales according to their individual genetics. Limb configurations can vary dramatically, too. Some children have none, while others have up to six bony limbs. Almost always occurring in pairs.

In the earliest stages of conception and development, the glass of the incubators is kept opaque. But when the fetuses start to develop eyes, the glass becomes transparent. Some fetuses are more interactive than others at this stage. But, even with nanite neural terminals present from conception onward, there is no clear evidence of emotional bonding until after the eggs hatch.

[otomes-and-tears]

Hey can you write HCS for Jumin and V with an MC who decides to make a baby care company after she gets pregnant with their first child and it turns out to be very profitable

♦️ Jumin and V with an MC that runs a baby care company ♦️

► tags/warnings: Pregnancy

► word count: 1000

► A/N: Getting a new puppy is great, until he wakes you up by howling at 3 AM. At least I got to get a lot of writing done!

I’ll do a more thorough spell-check and formatting tomorrow when I’m not on mobile.

► Masterlist

Jumin

You never realised how expensive a child was until you’ve gotten pregnant;

Of course, as Jumin’s spouse, you know that money isn’t an issue at all;

You could buy the most expensive and lavish items possible and not have to worry about the cost;

And you just know that he would be delighted with it;

But you weren’t born into riches, not like he was. You still looked at price tags and cringed at the cost. You’d still compare the price of the gifts he would buy you with your previous rent prices;

It’s not something you can help— you’re better at accepting his gifts, because you know that they are his way of showing how much he loves you, but buying expensive things by yourself was still difficult;

But shopping for furniture for your baby’s nursery made you think about all the mothers who weren’t as lucky as you;

People who had a child and couldn’t afford to rest easy knowing they didn’t have to worry about the extra costs;

So you started thinking of ideas to help— workshopping ideas for baby care essentials that were affordable, but still durable and safe;

It helped that you were actively doing research about things you’d need and what to look out for,so you could best refine your ideas into something perfect;

You brought Jumin your findings only a few short months before your due date;

Making sure to stress that no, you haven’t been overworking yourself and that you and your baby were absolutely fine;

Honestly, he was very proud of you;

For having an eye for business and trying to make a product to fill a niche, and for trying to best to use your resources to help other people;

He saw potential in your project, even if it needed some polishing, and offered his full support to make it happen;

He ends up being more involved in this project then he is in most;

Jumin wants to make sure that your vision is realized, so he lets you take lead, but he has more experience with the business side of things and can offer you insight into what’s actually achievable;

Jaehee is even brought on board! She’s delighted at not having to work on another cat product, and by being your project it means that you scold Jumin every time he demands too much of her;

You only end up launching the line a few years later;

Since it was a baby care line you and Jumin wanted to make sure you didn’t rush anything and that all your products were as close to perfect as possible;

He’s so proud of your success;

Even if he gave you support, it was still the fruits of your labor. The result of your vision and your ideas;

Jumin was just happy that he was able to assist you in making them a reality;

You treat him to dinner with your first paycheck and for the first time in your marriage he’s happy to let you pay.

Jihyun

It all started when you were scrolling through your social media, looking for inspiration;

And all you would find online were sad, white and beige nurseries;

You understood how nice it was to have a consistent aesthetic, and you could appreciate perfectly color coded instagram feeds;

But children deserve pretty rooms with vibrant colors!;

The “sad beige baby” aesthetic bothered you so much you ended up ranting to your Jihyun about it;

As an artist he completely understood your frustrations and promised that when the time came to paint your child’s room, he would make a beautiful mural filled with vibrant colors;

And… that kind of gave you an idea;

Jihyun was an artist! Couldn’t you customize a few of your baby’s things to make them resemble a piece of art?;

You started out small— you grabbed one of Jihyun’s blank sketchbooks and tried your best to sketch out simple toys;

Building blocks, teddy bears and rattles;

When it came time to paint your sketches, you tried to mimic your husband’s techniques when he plays around with more abstract colors and shapes, trying your best to make it something that would fit into a child’s room;

And… well, it didn’t look as good as his work, but it still wasn’t bad!;

When you moved on to more practical products— trying to keep in mind what you’ve previously painted to make sure they’d reasonably look good as a set, without taking away their uniqueness;

Once you were done, you excitedly run to Jihyun to show him your work;

He praises your art, first and foremost, emotional about having inspired you to create something;

He’s able to point you in the direction of someone that’s able to help you create prototypes, and is more than happy to help you nail down the first designs by refining your sketches and paintings;

It feels good to collaborate on something;

You have both gone through so much together, but there’s still a lot you don’t know about him;

Art allows Jihyun to express these things in his own way, and by being able to witness and collaborate in this process you feel a little closer to him;

When the prototypes are ready you almost squeal with joy! Well… it’s going to be a while before your child can play with these, but you can’t wait until that day comes;

But you’ve enjoyed the whole process of creating so much you can’t shake off the idea of making this a business;

Your main goal is to make your products practical, comfortable and aesthetically pleasing;

When you launch, you’re happy to see other families embracing your vision!;

In the next few years, your company becomes a huge success, and Jihyun is with you every step of the way;

He’s happy to paint new prints for you, or to add his own ideas to your work if you ask him to;

No one is as supportive and loyal as him!

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Here is the promised sequel to The False Madrigal, based on a prompt by @phoenixlionme.

Please note that this is not written in Mirabel’s POV, it flicks between several characters. No hate to any of the characters, they are all dealing with their own things.

Some of my headcanons for the childhood of the Madrigals and Mirabel’s full name. I’ll talk about them more separately later.

Also, this has an ambiguous ending - I know who did it and why. But let’s see if anyone can guess first.

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The True Madrigals

“Isn’t it perfect, mi princesa?” Abuela asked.

The mural looked even better under the golden light of the sunset. The tones were warmer and the colours shift in splendour. Everyone looks better, in her opinion. Isabela doesn’t.

“So perfect,” Isabela answers, taking Abuela’s hand. “Abuela, can I ask you something?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“I’ve been curious. Why isn’t my sister in the mural?”

Abuela glances to the right side. Her eyes narrowed, inspecting the piece carefully.

“Señor Cortez must have asked her and clearly she refused,” Abuela answered. She sounded disappointed, rarely a tone Isabela had to hear, yet she still shifted in discomfort. “You know how silly she is with photographs. She is a child with strange ideas.”

“She was surprised yesterday,” Isabela said.

“Was she? Well, children can lie and act out, Isabela. It is an insult to us and Señor Cortez for her to act so poorly.”

Taking a breath, Abuela turns back to Isabela.

“I expect that your portrait will be just as fine as the mural.” Abuela smiles, changing the subject.

She had liked it when she saw it the first time. That was two months ago. And don’t get her wrong, she still did. It’s just… something about Camilo’s annoying questions yesterday made her hate her image though, and now they wouldn’t leave her head.

Would the whole thing have to be redone? The space between her and Dolores looked too small and awkward, assuming Dolores would also be married off after her. Isabela thought they all would be. Abuela wants more blessings, more generations - surely she can’t be expected to deliver on that front alone?

Fuck.

She knows Abuela wants grandchildren from her, and a lot at that, but… she’s never thought about exactly how many before. Is she wanting Isabela to create the next generation herself? Her and Mariano’s babies…

No.

That’s not going to happen.

Tío Bruno’s vision said as much.

She was going to get the life of her dreams, to quote the prophet himself. His visions are always true.

Besides, there isn’t that much room. The whole mural will be off balance if Señor Cortez tried to squeeze Mariano in there. And it’s pretty close to the ground, right? That’s not much room for one baby, never mind six.

Maybe something is going to happen in the next few months.

She has been quiet about the relationship recently. It isn’t what it use to be. A sign of them drifting apart. She could marry someone else, someone she got along with better. If she hears another song, if he shows her another poem, she’s going to go insane.

In her head, she dared to ask. “But what about Mariano?”

“Oh, how wonderful, Isabelita!”

Shit. Flowers burst against her skull. She said that out loud?

Abuela is beaming, glowing. “What a splendid idea! It is inspiring to see your devotion to Mariano. I would never have thought of adding the husbands myself… What would I do without you?”

Isabela isn’t listening.

As if sensing Isabela’s emotions, Abuela tightens her grip comfortingly and whispers, “You need not worry, I’m sure Señor Cortez be more than happy to adjust his work when the time comes.”

Isabela smiles.

She needs a stronger word than fuck.

~~~~~~

Isabela has barely been back for five minutes when Luisa bursts into the room.

“Isabela! Stop growing foxgloves near the donkey pen! You know they’re poisonous!” Luisa yelled. “Señor Ruiz’ donkey has died.”

“It’s not my fault if the stupid things keep eating them! And they weren’t near the pen. They are growing off Casita.”

Isabela was a grown woman. Why did she have to deal with Luisa’s petty complaints? Her sister could just simply move the donkeys elsewhere. Or just tell the animals to stop.

The younger sister growled. “It is your fault because you’re the selfish witch who keeps growing them!”

Isabela recoils, physically flinching in the vanity mirror at Luisa’s words. Her eyes narrow, nostrils flare, her lip curls. “Selfish? I have been—”

“Ugh, not this again. Isabela Madrigal and her tragic tale of having to be the eldest grandchild,” Luisa groaned sarcastically. “Just stop growing poisonous flowers!”

There’s a squeak from the door that stops them before the fight can become physical.

“Dolores?” Isabela questions, flowery vines dragging an unsuspecting Luisa out of the way. The older smirks as she struggles. “Have you come to tell Luisa how it isn’t my fault she built the donkey pen beside my flowers?”

“My fault?!” Luisa squawks from the ground. “You’re the only one with roses coming out of your ass!”

“I’m telling Abuela—”

“¡Primas!” They stop. More from the shock of Dolores’ volume and her tone that almost sounds concerned, compared to the usual quiet monotone. 

“What?” They both asked, simultaneously.

Dolores didn’t respond. She tilted her head, something she only did when listening for a certain sound.

Isabela groaned with impatience. “Dolores?”

“Hm! Sorry,” their cousin whispered, shaking her head a little. “I was making sure Abuela wasn’t coming this way. I need to talk to you about something.” The pair nodded. Begrudgingly, Isabela let Luisa leave the greenery chains. “I just noticed your sister isn’t in the mural.”

“Course she is, why wouldn’t she be?” Luisa said.

“I already know about this,” Isabela piped up. “Abuela told me that Señor Cortez asked her if she wanted to be in it because she so weird with photos, and she said no.”

“I never heard him asking her.”

“Well, there’s no way you can remember everything little thing you hear, Dolores.”

“I don’t think Abuela would’ve wanted her missing, regardless of her saying no, it makes the family look incomplete.” Luisa argued. “The mural was two months ago. Her picture has probably just faded.”

“Your red does look very washed out.”

Dolores is now the one frustrated. At least, Isabela and Luisa seem to be agreeing on something for once.

“Alright, if it’s just merely fading, I’ll ask him to repaint the mural. And then we’ll see who’s wrong and who’s right.”

~~~~~~

Days pass, the middle of May blooms with the promise of a perfectly joyous summer, with a new gift to come and a marriage on the way.

Señor Cortez is packing away his painting supplies.

The gossip of town reveal it’s just a touch up on the faded colours. After all, April had brought some tough weather and Pepa had tried (and failed) to counter it.

Dolores, Isabela and Luisa stand before it.

“Huh,” Luisa mumbles. “She really isn’t there.”

“I told you, she didn’t want to be. I asked Señor Cortez and he said he assumed she didn’t want to be in it. Problem solved. So why do you still look bothered, Dolores?” Isabela asked.

“Because none of us fucking noticed, that’s why. It’s been here for two months. And nobody said or did anything!”

Luisa shrugged. “Surely she would have said something, you know, if it bothered her?”

“She asked when she first saw it,” Isabela said. “But she didn’t complain to ask to be added.”

“Maybe she thought that Señor Cortez would just add her in anyways and was just surprised to see she was actually allowed to sit out? We always make her stand for photographs.”

“Sounds possible,” Dolores commented.

The three leave, returning to their chores with a clear mind, happy to leave this argument behind.

~~~~~~

With Antonio’s fifth birthday fast approaching, Julieta, Pepa, Agustín and Félix stare for days on end.

“I swear, Cortez has made your hair greyer.” Pepa says, tauntingly beside her sister.

“My hair isn’t that grey.”

“I forgot how bright the colours were,” Agustín comments. “It’s almost blinding.”

“Maybe we should add our handprints at the bottom. Just to give it a more personal touch.” Félix ponders out loud.

“That’s a great idea!”

“No,” Julieta intervenes. “Remember how much you infected your cut last time you used paint? I won’t let you near it. We can’t have another shortage on ingredients from me trying to heal that.”

Agustín chuckles, pulling her closer. “I promise, I learnt my lesson I won’t do it again. Watching Luisa try to cram all my chores in with her own was a nightmare.”

“Remember when Luisa didn’t work?”

“Remember when all the kids didn’t work?” Félix suggests.

“Isabela and Luisa just ran circles in the garden, competing over nothing and everything, biting each other.” Julieta grumbled, rubbing her temples at the thought of how often she had to scold them not to.

“I forgot how violent they were,” Pepa said.

“Their first words, the first steps…”

“Dolores was ‘Papí’ and Camilo was ‘hola’. Oh! It only feels like yesterday when Toñito started saying ‘Mamí’.” Pepa cried.

Félix opened the umbrella above them, they huddled closer. “Luisa use to scream ‘Papa’ and ‘Bela’ at every opportunity.”

“My ears are still ringing.” Agustín laughed. “Isabela loved ‘no’, didn’t she? And what else, mi amor? Mirabel was ‘purple’.”

“Her first eleven words were all colours.

Pepa gasped. “Agustín and I threw books off the shelf to get Mirabel to walk. She’d retrieve the book, put it back and go back to playing. She use to cry when things got messy, like every time Camilo made a mess with his food.”

“You couldn’t have just held her hand like the other children?”

“She was never as restless as them. She was like a kitten, just playing with yarn in the corner. And now look at her! Fifteen years later, all grown up and…”

The wind picks up and the umbrella is long gone, smacking straight into a passing cart, as rain pours harder. Julieta sighs, fondly.

“Pepa, she isn’t even your daughter.”

“Are you alright, mi vida?”

The red-haired woman merely points.

The other three follow, their eyes falling back on the bright mural. That looks even brighter when clashing with the dark, storm-filled skies above. Each flash of lightning only illuminates the hauntingly empty space beside Luisa.

“Mirabel…”

Julieta’s whisper barely cuts through the sounds of harsh weather and the confusedly concerned crowd of townspeople and the hurried beating of their hearts and the coursing emotions through their veins.

“Mirabel…” Julieta repeats. “She… mi bebé… she isn’t… where is she?” The healer’s faced is flushed and her hair is disbelieved and her voice cracked.

Félix tries to push down his shock, wanting to calm Pepa. Agustín just gapes. Julieta is storming off back to Casita before anyone can stop her.

She all but kicks the doors open. She doesn’t care about Casita right now.

Dolores jumps at the sound and scurries off, the young woman knows too much. Isabela just looks beguiled from the balcony. Luisa, Camilo and Antonio are nowhere to be seen, probably out of the building. Good, Julieta doesn’t want them here right now.

On her search to find who she’s looking for, she runs into Mirabel.

“Mirabel, go upstairs.” She says, and the words come out harsher than she intends.

“Is everything okay?” She asks gently, leaving her sewing at the dining table as she approaches her mother. Eyes looking hurt, but she’s mostly concerned as she goes for Julieta’s hand. “Are you okay? Can I help—”

“Mirabel Teresa Rojas Madrigal, I will not tell you again!”

Mirabel retracts her hand, as if burnt.

Out of all the children, Mirabel has always been the best behaved and has never had to deal with any punishment from either of her parents. As much as this sudden anger is throwing her off balance, Julieta is struggling too.

She doesn’t mean it. She’s angry with herself. But she doesn’t want Mirabel to be the one comforting her over this, so she needs to go. This anger and hate is so foreign, she doesn’t know what to do with it.

Tears pierce Mirabel’s eyes, but she obediently gathers her things and leaves to the nursery.

Julieta finally found who she was looking for in the living room, looking sentimental and happy as she flicked through one of the family photo albums (Julieta and Agustín’s wedding to find inspiration for Isabela’s).

“Julieta,” the older woman closed the book over, placing it on the chair as she stood to greet her daughter. “What do you need, mija?”

“Why didn’t you say anything about the mural?”

Alma raises an eyebrow. “I don’t understand. Dolores asked if Señor Cortez could repaint it and I gave her my permission. Is that not what’s happened?”

Julieta took a deep breath. “Why isn’t Mirabel in it?”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Not only because Agustín and Félix had entered the room, but Alma’s lip curled, nostrils flared and her eyes turned cold. She seemingly ignored the pure anger coming from her daughter, the confusion and shock of the in-laws.

“I have no idea—”

“Don’t lie to me!”

The woman sighed. “I do not know what took place, Julieta. But Señor Cortez is a good and honest man. I have good reason to believe that he asked her whether or not she wanted to be painted, and she said no.” She gestured to the photographs on the surrounding walls. “She has always been fussy with photographs, you should not be surprised that paintings are the same.”

The answer stands to reason.

So why isn’t she satisfied?

“Isabela was there when she was the mural for the first time,” Alma continues, slightly relaxed. “She told me that she was surprised.”

Julieta’s hands are shaking. Agustín takes one, and rubs her knuckles with his fingers.

“Why would she be if she knew she wasn’t going to be in it?” Félix asks, significantly calmer than everyone else in the room. But he looks like he’s going to be sick.

The older woman hardens, infuriated by the question. “To make us appear cruel for attention. Fortunately, she stopped the deceitful act before it could carry on, and I shall have words with her to make sure she won’t dare to humiliate us in public again.”

“My daughter is not deceitful.” Agustín glares.

“That may be, but she is still a jinx.”

Agustín shuts up at that.

“All I had wanted was a perfect grandson from you two; just as I had, two girls and a boy. And look at what has happened since,” Abuela laments, quietly. “I tell you, I regret the day she was born. She has brought nothing but misfortune to our family.”

With a heavy sigh, Alma leaves the room in silence.

She needs to protect the family, their home, the community and the miracle. Her youngest granddaughter, whether intentional or not, has made that role far from easy. She can’t let something happen to them. Not again.

With the soft drops of rain and snow, she heads up the stairs to quietly consult the miracle and Pedro. For what is she to do?

~~~~~~

The next morning, everyone awakes to find the mural has changed.

It happened during the night, nobody saw or heard anything. Señor Cortez always works in the day and very slowly with that large curtain hiding his work. This was something done and someone gone in the space of hours after midnight.

The family themselves haven’t been by yet. Otherwise Isabela would have remade her flowers, which usually cut off half of Luisa’s arm from view. And the paint glints as if still wet, yet to be dried by Pepa’s sunlight. Abuela would have made a morning announcement about it, if she knew.

The town can’t pinpoint the difference. They think it was just another touch up. Has Antonio grown a bit? Is Isabela wearing a ring? Maybe the words of Los Madrigal weren’t always pink?

The girl beside Luisa looked more detailed than any other of the Madrigals. Each tiny little piece of embroidery had been added, looking neater and finer than it did in reality. It’s a copy of the others, sure, but not exactly the same. The curls were messy, forming a triangle around the head. The additional height was funny. The arms looked stout and awkward. The colours looked off. The placement on the wall was off too - it had been centre before, now it wasn’t.

The townspeople discuss.

“Who the hell is that?”

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“Why does some random girl get to be in it?”

“Do you think they’ll add all of us townspeople in the mural?”

“She’s not even from Encanto.”

It’s only the minority that say and think like that. Most people don’t notice the mural has changed at all.

Mirabel pretends it doesn’t hurt.

[toxic-spike-plumeria]

The Mural

Rated M for Mature for sexual themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Note: Takes part in my Cigarettes and Hibiscus universe, art description is inspired by MCR's Revenge era, and punk propaganda art. If it helps, I wrote the ending while listening "Welcome to the Black Parade".

The first time Plumeria had seen The Mural, as it was so affectionately called, was the day she had arrived in Spikemuth.  She didn't understand the meaning or sentiment behind it at the time, all she saw was beauty and art- on pitch black background was a side profile view of Piers, cyan eyes glinting with a large, dark starburst, as he sported his signature colors of black and white and magenta, underneath the portrait was a decaying, waving paperesque-stlyed banner that read “Our Lord of Sorrows”.  Below him to the left was another side profile of a young woman, with side shaved pigtails, and blue eyes that almost matched the man she was depicted beside.  Her colors were still vibrant, but softer, a bright baby pink and light gray with a deep indigo shadow, her banner reading “Spiritus Tenax”.  The portraits were graffiti’d in a mix of noir/deco/grunge, true to the anarchist style of the city leaders it displayed so proudly.  Plumeria was blown away by it, completely mesmerized, her drive to reconnect with her boyfriend all the stronger.  Just like the music notes behind him on the bricking, she followed the sounds of heavy guitars and eerily angelic vocals to her other half, pouring his heart out on stage, their eyes meeting, and worlds connecting in less than a second. 

He stopped mid song to embrace her, something that shocked everyone around, before leading her to the front, and continuing on.  Without knowing why the two Yell grunts acting security kept the strange, new woman safe from prying eyes and glares and stares of the others.  Something shifted in Spikemuth that day, everyone could tell.

A few more months had passed before The Mural was passed by again from either of the couple.  This time it was Piers who had noticed it, the image that had been there for so many years, ever since he took over the gym, suddenly changed overnight, raising a brow and piquing his interest.  He could see from the main road bold shades of rosy pink and lemon yellow highlights had been aurad'd around another figure that sat to Piers’ right.  Upon further inspection he smirked, noting the figure of his lover there, one leg bent to her chest, arms wrapped around it, tender eyes looking out.  She had no banner, but around her like a halo was the phrase “Tenebris Lux”.  He immediately took a picture and sent it to Plumeria, providing no explanation.  Something within his heart fluttered with a newfound pride for his city, and a new spark for her.  He couldn't wipe the smile from his face the rest of the way home, or when he took Plumeria to bed upon arrival.  

Tenebris lux: the light in the darkness.  And in the dark of their shared room, naked bodies twisting and breathing heavy, hearts full of passion and love, Piers could see why the painter, whomever they may be, gave her that as her descriptor.  Underneath his form, covered in sweat, panting hard and moaning loud, Plumeria was the only light he'd ever need.   And he'd swear she glowed with every orgasm, lighting up the room, and his soul.

Then just like that his light was snuffed out, and he was left in the darkness once again.  Her part in the mural became a memoriam, golden flecks and peace crosses added to her halo. Her once warm eyes now closed forever, covered by a blackened shroud.  The word ‘Sorrow’ in Piers’ title had been bolded, the paint dripping like the tears he often shed.

In Alola she was a martyr, though only to Ula’ula and Akala, where her efforts and sacrifice made way to revelation and freedom, but not without war.  And every war has casualties.  

The siblings had seen the update before they had seen the arrival.  And a striking update it was- the whole of The Mural had changed, from poses to colors; only the titles and art style itself stayed the same.  The mural now centered on the theme of family, with Marnie now sporting the official gym leader clothing of Spikemuth, her stare one of determination, eyes bright and large.  She held a wide stance, a dusk ball popped open with a freshly released Morpeko, metallic bronzed thunder bolts painted over small splashes of magenta and baby pink , the rest of her portrait grayscale monochrome, except for the blue in her eyes.

Piers was stationed above her to the left, donning his performance uniform of plaid distressed pants and a printed tee with a spiked jacket, his trusty Obstagoon modeled to his left side, rocking out in its signature pose, both monochrome save for Piers’ cyan eyes and splatters of aquamarine and violet shadowing them.  His notorious medallion and jacket spikes had been accentuated with a metallic silver paint, adding definition and shine. His face, crying the last he saw, was dark and energized, his fist raised in rebellion.   

Lastly, to his right stood Plumeria, her left arm up, holding a metallic golden ball of light, while Alohi was cradled in her right arm.  She was dressed in her signature concert outfit- high rise pleather shorts paired with split top halter and fishnet shirt, completed by the studded leather jacket Piers had gotten made for her, and her signature fashion boots.  A halo of metallic golden paint adorned her head, and her eyes were flaked golden as well.  Harsh blotches of yellow and rosy acted as a backsplash against the monochrome, much like how Marnie's and Piers’ portraits were done. And all around her body were the scars Guzma had left when Piers had followed her to Alola.  Right before she was gone forever…but who here would know about those?

The banner waved anew, freshly painted and waved so that all three bore their titles: Our Lord of Sorrows, Spiritus Tenax, and Plumeria’s new title- Our Lady of Resilience.  Upon further inspection Marnie noticed that the banner wasn't the only thing ‘freshly’ painted. The whole mural had been redone recently, the fumes still wafting in the air, if barely, and further down the alleyway were the empty cans of colors, appropriately discarded into their respective receptacles. 

Piers had never run so fast in his life.  The only way anyone could know about the scars was to see them.  He damn near busted the door down to the apartment, Marnie hot on his trail.  And when they finally entered, they say a very confused Plumeria looking around, before being tackled in a crushing, loving embrace by her other half.  She was real, she was here, and she was alive.  Piers sobbed in her arms, joined soon by his sister, both having missed the Alolan in their own way. That night Piers made another vow to her, so that he would never be far from her again.  He couldn't bear it.

The mural only changed twice more after that.  When Plumeria joined Marnie as a co host  to the gym, her outfit and pose on the mural were changed to reflect her poison type colors of neon green and electric purple. Her hand now holding a poison barb, and Alohi's evolution into Veneon was updated.  

The final time it changed was the day Piers and Plumeria wed.  Their colors, for the most part, stayed the same- monochrome clothes with splashes of their personal pallets behind them, save for the color of their eyes, and the newly adorned metallic silver and gold coronets above their heads.  They were modeled in their wedding clothes, Piers in his distressed and spiked tuxedo and jacket, and Plumeria in her layered satin and mesh corseted gown.  They faced each other, Plumeria holding a bouquet of her name bearing flowers along with their sacred fire blooms from Alola. Piers held her chin in his hand, tilting her head slightly, ready to lean in for the matrimonial kiss.  The banner twisted around them this time, reading the phrase “Tenebris Tenetur, Lux Est”. Two smaller scrolls below their portraits revealed their new titles: Our King of Pains, Our Queen of Hearts.  Marnie had been removed from this mural, having her own now, located across on the other side of the alley.  She still wore her uniform, and was still posed with her Morpeko, the metallic bronzed bolts shimmering over a scattering of her colors, matching a metallic bronze tiara above her head.  On her banner was her new title as well: Our Lady of Tenacity.  And this was how Spikemuth's royalty stayed immortalized.

[fisheito]

i understand you perfectly!! i think maybe some people have less coordination to catch the bouncy ball brain that can happen when someone's excited and passionate abt smthn is maybe why others have said they have trouble understanding what you mean sometimes? but it made perfect sense to me and YHHEEESS!!!!! YES I WANT YAKUMO TO BE SEEN BY CHICKENS!!!!!!! i think about him as a wee one a lot bc there's SO much sand in the sandbox to make little sandyakus out of. like are forest animals less likely to be wary of him because more yokai (as far as we've seen) are in the forests? COW YOKAI WHEN?? (just olivines halloween costume and i just finished polishing my milk bucket)

thinking of a very scared little snakey boy crying hysterically over a duck flapping at him is so sad but also. too funny im so sorry yakumo. grandma and grandpa have their work cut out for them to not only raise a semi feral child but whatever yard birds they have keep trying to fight and there's only so much you can do while holding a long and terrified child on your hip who may or may not understand the common language at this point!! child yakumo is FASCINATING and i want to know so much more about what they had to deal with, like the only humanity he's ever known was 1) cave murals for him to base his DIY human form and 2) fuckers both small and adult size terrorizing him in the cave

personally! i like the idea that even after operation cave adoption yakumo was pretty immediately in fawn mode and probably had a very deep understanding of behavior that gets smiles and soft touches vs behavior that gets loud and angry (like most full ass human children do) but like? what if he had a biting streak like a lot of other full ass human children do? is it just instinct? does he have fangs?????? (i say yes but im a monsterlover first human third) i also think it would be funny and also sweet if the chickens are PISSED at a snake coming into their yard and their hutch but wait! snake has corn? corn? corn? corn? this snake can stay. i think little yakumo should get to hug a chicken!!! they're very friendly and like people and many of them like to be pet and snuggled it's his right as a country boy to show up at his grandparents and have many excited birds running to see him. ladies LOVE this guy

also grampa harvesting(?? is that the word. collecting. idk) eggs and yakumo helping for the first time and he's like "look :) this is an egg for us to eat. it's how the chickens say thank you for giving them a house :)" and baby yaks just. holds egg every carefully. eyes big with wonder. places a raw ass unwashed still has some straw on it egg into his mouth and swallows it whole. grampa watches his jaw pop in and out of place. grampa needs a smoke after this one. stories to tell eiden while looking at the baby pictures when yakumo is in the bathroom. he comes back to the main room and eidens like "aww yakumo why didn't you tell me you solved your grandparents mouse problem within the first month of you staying here 🥺 that's so sweet" "mmhmm mmhmm. he just slurped them up like spaghetti and i only fainted twice seeing the tail hanging out of his mouth" (yakumo is so embarrassed he levels the entire klein continent)

AND AND speaking of small animals and me having 0 memory of canon did bring it up i DESPERATELY want to know how topper felt the first time he had to meet yakumo. did he get super poofy and do the weasel war dance because predator with essence close to Quincy range? or did he just scamper into the kitchen one day and tug on the hem of yakumos pants like "excuse me papá said you would make me a sandwich" bc we know they can understand each other and that topper is a chill little guy, but just how smooth was the first interaction!!!

i also! feel like i am a bit incomprehensible here ahaha. i think a lot of it is the excitement, and my very scattered attention span and energy levels. we are playing intellectual racquetball. but you are very understandable to me and very funny and very kind! thank you for appreciating the creatureness of yaks and giving him lots of thought and love and chickens. and for allowing me to put this long ass ask in your box 🩷🐟

I AM ADDING TO UR LONG ASS ASK WITH MY LOMG ASREPLY wEEEEE

i didn;t think any of that was incomprehensible but then again who am i to act as a baseline for comprehension sfoijiseojclokls thank u for ur long ass ask every paragraph filled me with visions and made me engage in More THan Just Sensible Chuckle

(side note: i kno we all joke about olivine being cow but . kinda makes sense. they're curious and intelligent... they have complicated social structures and bffs... they are gentle but also tanks and will destroy u if that is their true desire. does olivine like being brushed? i'll have to wait to find out)

-i cannot believe it didn't click but grandma and granpa rly DID raise a feral baby. i always wonder how lil yaku ... ebven formed his human body? like, what informed his knowledge of human anatomy? behaviour? processes and??? uhhh i'll just pretend it was magical Great Serpent generational knowledge embedded in his DNA or smth bc aint no way yaku learning how to be People from the bullies, like u said 😥

DO SNAKES MOUTH ON THINGS? like, gnaw on things with their gummy litl mouths to figure out the world? i know they usually use their tongue to investigate but the image of a baby snake... who doesn't know that a certain food item is too big for them... so they keep trying to eat it from diff angles. but it's not working and tehy're not venomous so their only weapon is to squeeze something , which is not helpful in subduing the stationary giant food item but i guess this is the point where they try to figure out how to unhinge their jaw properly (technique is important!!) so. i guess they succeed in the end? How big is too big for an unhinged snake jaw?? child yakumo pouting because he can't eat an entire pampo in one bite? 😅

-desperately necessary visual: yakumo and eiden pulling up to the ol' farm in their carriage. they disembark. eiden spots the ladies (hens) running from the horizon. the chickens keep comin'. some are HAULING FEATHERY ASS. some are more casual trotters. eiden starts to recognise the speed demons in the flock (he will name them and narrate a race in his head every time they visit). yakumo is surprised they recognise him, even tho they do this EVERY TIME he visits. he promptly gives them snacks from his stash.

re: topper... i'd guess that since topper met yakumo post-eiden, he wouldn't register yaku as a threat. yaku has chilled out by that point, and always smells like tasty human food. WAS THERE A CANONICAL MOMENT ALREADY DISCLOSED WHERE TOPPER MET YAKUMO FOR THE FIRST TIME??? I DO NOT KNOW. topper just seems abnormally chill and friendly sooo I shall guess that topper would survey the vibes of yakumo and go "that seems like. a quiet fella. smells like meat. will he give me treats? paPA, does he provide treats???" quincy: idk go ask topper: NOICE (hops off to investigate yakumo's treat quotient) so drama-free. finally someone who speaks your language. both squeaks AND food 🥰

anyway your entire ask is just a compilation of things i need to see PLEASE FORTHE LOVE OF SNAKES the images are so vivid. so cute. i simply must (clenches fists) (clenches toes)

[lefthandedhotch]

linnnnn!!!!! hellooo🥰 you have a new home!!! this is amazing and so fun!!! so here i am with my first ask of many more to come 🥰💞💞💞 I LOVE YOUUU🥰🥰🥰 since you're settling into a New Blog i have a moving with hotchy and kiddos thought because it's very fitting🥰🥺😌

it's the home of yours and aaron's DREAMS!!! perfect size for you and him and jack and your oldest toddler girl and the new baby on their way!!!!! and if your kiddos ever spot a stray kitty or puppy and their cute pleading eyes win against you and aaron, there's enough space for them, too🤭🤭🤭 the team are a huuuge help especially since Everyone is fussing over your very pregnant self and making sure you dont carry heavy Anything🤭 you slump down on the squishy rocker in the nursery, admiring the paint job that derek and penelope had put together a few days ago while aaron and rossi put together the nursery furniture🥺🥺🥺 there's a handpainted mural on one wall and it gets you all weepy at all the animals and butterflies and cute things that penelope painted because their all imperfect and full of LOVE, you get all weepy and rub your bump and you're all sniffly as you talk to your baby and tell her that's she's such a lucky girl, you're so excited for her to come into this warm and loving family :'))) rossi nods aaron over to you and he takes care of finishing up the rest of the changing table while aaron goes over to you and leans down to press a kiss to your head🥺🥺🥺 you two chat and exchange many, many kisses while listening to the sounds of your oldest girl and jack run around the halls and explore all the new rooms that they're bound to leave their toys all over🤭🤭🤭💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehehehe hiiiiiii jess-jesssssss I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 EEEEK the perfect first little hotchner family ask for the Settling In Times 🤭🤭🤭🤭💕💕💕💕

WEEPS!!!!!! 🥹 aaron has been keeping his eye on you the whole day to make sure you’re not exerting yourself too much or lifting anything too heavy but also! because while you tried to blame it on your hormones, when you guys said goodbye to the apartment that had been home for your little family since you moved in with aaron and jack, you had been so so weepy and sad :( you love this home that you guys are moving to and it really really is your dream home but it’s hard to say goodbye to the place where you have so many memories of growing your little family 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but!!!!! as you walk around your new dream home with jack and his lil sis chasing each other around the place and the team all working soooooo hard to help you and aaron make this place ready for livin, you’re just so so excited for all the memories you’re going to make in this new place!!!!!! and you’re so in love with aaron and the sweet crinkles by his eyes as he smiles all soft at you and strokes your cheek as he murmurs “doing okay?” before giving you the sweeeeeeeeeetest smooch in the world when you grin at him and nod “we’re just great, lovey” and take in the sounds of all the life and all the Love filling your home 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

[cru5h-cascades]

and now... the moment y'all have been waiting for...

A Tears of the Kingdom trailer breakdown!

Heeeey everyone! For once I'm actually gonna make a trailer breakdown for Tears of the Kingdom! When I saw the trailer, I just couldn't ignore all the details in it! Anyways, with that being said, let's hop to it!

While Link is skydiving (40 sec mark), we can see crop circle-like markings on the ground in the top left and top right corners of the screen. Top left looks like a dragon and top right looks like a teardrop. Perhaps these are mazes like the ones in BotW. Or maybe they're something greater than those labybrinths...

A few seconds later, we see some pillars of light on the ground with a tower of sorts in the middle of the light source. Maybe these are supposed to be the replacement for Sheika towers.

Looks like Hateno Village got a bit of a glow up! I wonder what new stores will be introduced...

And it looks like after BotW all the malice surrounding Hyrule Castle dissapeared and it's safe for people to go over there again! But... one question: why would they go back when Hyrule Castle is gone and Ganon's back? Whatever. It's good to see life coming back to Hyrule.

At the minute and two seconds mark we get our first look at what appears to be the Zonai shrines! If that's the case, they look awesome!

Hyrule Castle has been relocated to what looks like the Gerudo Desert. Maybe the castle relocates whenever you move to an importaint location in the story (on the surface).

New Death Mountain areas! Finally, an actual reson to go there besides for the shrines and Goron Town (I'm so sorry!)

We get a shot of a mysterious flying ship at the minute and a half mark. Dunno what else to say about this other than that the ship looks sick as hell.

Shots of what appear to be either full blown dungeons or just shrines (and it looks we can get a skydiving suit, too! I wonder how...)

At the minute and forty second mark we get a shot of a new character that may be of importaint significance in the story. Suprisingly, this being is the same one that we see in the mural from a few trailers ago! Perhaps this is Hylia herself?

Around the minute fifty second mark we see the throne room of Hyrule Castle back to normal... or so it looks like...

5 seconds later we get the big reveal: Zelda's still alive after that big ass fall we've seen in the past few trailers!

Some unknown character talks about Link being the final hope of Hyrule (or something like that). Who this character might be? I'll leave that to your imagination.

Some Death Star-lookin' object can be seen on screen. Dunno what else to say besides that.

We see Link with some of the decendants of the Champions (Yunobo and Teba's child?) (this isn't the only time the Champion decendants are shown!)

Two minutes and thirty four seconds in we see what looks like the second most amazing thing in the trailer (besides lore): mech battles are real! Woooo baby!

Eldritch demon looking spider/crab thing. Most likely a boss.

Looks like Zelda's holding a Nayru Tear from Skyward Sword... funny... goddess tears in TotK *flashbacks to silent realm Lanayru Desert intensify*

Three minutes in we see malice take over Link's arm. I have nothing else to say about that exept that.

3 seconds later we see Ganon back in the flesh and not looking like a demon spawn from hell or a husky boi from the past few trailers!

6 seconds after that last point I made we see some lady that has almost the same outfit Zelda wears in TotK. She might be of some importance in the story. As for her identity, it remails a mystery.

Riju makes a comeback!!!

Some battle-ready villagers standing alongside Link. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sidon makes a comeback!!!

Speaking of that scene in particular...

Potential multiplayer reveal???

Anyways, moving on.

The Champion decendants help Link fight a hydra-lookin' dragon

And finally, looks like Zelda's in some different area of Hyrule. Or somewhere else...

And that's all I have! If y'all find something else, feel free to add on in the notes (comment or reply, I don't care)!

[gamerbearmira]

I posted 3,666 times in 2022

That's 3,666 more posts than 2021!

3,347 posts created (91%)

319 posts reblogged (9%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ismaet

@queenofthemultiverse

@prinnay

@raefever

@mitchie-m

I tagged 3,465 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#my asks are open - 3,065 posts

#my asks - 3,053 posts

#encanto - 2,976 posts

#encanto au - 2,896 posts

#au - 2,892 posts

#encanto mirabel - 1,999 posts

#encanto alma - 667 posts

#encanto antonio - 647 posts

#encanto isabela - 455 posts

#encanto dolores - 376 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#shout out to the ones who have been here when i only had like 4 or 5 aus

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey y'all I got a sort of prologue for the cocoon au! It doesn't have a name yet, but I wanted to show this to y'all anyway. Hope y'all like it, if you feel like I should add or take away something let me know! When I get it done, I'll be posting the Prologue and (hopefully) the first 2 chapters on AO3. By the way, the prologue is short, but usually my chapters are about 1200+ words. Hopefully y'all enjoy this angsty introduction though. :)

Original Au Idea by @raefever ! Go check them out! I got permission to do a fic on this :)

Written by: Me, your truly!

Warnings: None!

Type of Chapter: Angst, Sadness, Hurt/No Comfort, Pain, Grief

Words: 638

Cocoon Au

The Prolouge: Casita Falls.

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Cracks shot through Casita. On the ceiling, through the floor, the walls. Everywhere.

Everyone was shocked, but soon frantically were trying to leave. Mirabel, went for the candle. A dresser was about to hit a very scared and confused Antonio, but luckily, Felíx barely caught him.

"We gotta get out here!" He yelled.

Isabela and Camilo shot after Mirabel, only for their powers to fizzle out. They fell to the ground. As Mirabel was about to grab the candle, she looked to see her tío Bruno in the grass by the trees.

"Good, he's out." She thought.

She grabbed the candle.

Dolores shoved Alma out of the way of falling debris, Casita rippling its tiles to push the matriarch out the collapsing threshold of the front door, Dolores left behind.

Julieta and Agustín were screaming for Mirabel to leave the candle, to get out. Casita rolled the floor, making them fly out the door after failed attempts to get back in and grab their children.

Pepa was already out, but called for Dolores and Camilo.

"Camilo? Dolores? Come out, hurry!" She screamed, cloud no longer above her as the magic faded out.

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178 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#4

Papa Antonio AU

Swap!AU where it's Antonio who has to look after Mirabel.

Like he got his gift and stuff and the engagement is ruined, with Dolores getting with Mariano, but Casita doesn't fall, Bruno stays in the walls and Mirabel is just pushed aside after that. Antonio still hangs out with her and stuff, but Abuela pushes him away from her more and more. The family is wayyyyyy more neglectful and kind of just...forgets she exists. Except for Antonio, he's far too attached to her. Then Mirabel just randomly disappears (much to a now what, 9? 10? yr old Antonio's dismay,), and her portrait on the tree and mural disappear.

Antonio mopes and sobs for a month straight. Then, on Mirabel's birthday, there's just some baby, a newborn laying in his hammock in his room. The baby is Mirabel. He keeps her a secret (he's surprisingly very good at keeping secrets, even from Dolores) and she basically lives in his room til her 1st birthday. On her first birthday, Mariano points to the family tree, where a baby is directly connected to Antonio. Did I mention that during the time he's caring for her before her 1st, he regularly visits Bruno in the walls to ask for help? No? Oh, well, good Tio Bruno (since he had previous child care expeirence).

I still love Mirabel but I also love angst.

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199 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Isabela, Dolores and Mirabel run into the dining room where the adults were waiting to start lunch.

“Mama! Guess what!” Mirabel said, bouncing in her spot by the doorway, Dolores and Isabela doing the same.

“What is it niña?” Julieta smiled, setting the last plate down.

“We brought our new friend! He’s here!” Mirabel beamed, pointing to the supposed friend that was currently out of the room.

“Oh, did you?” Julieta said, sitting down.

“Oh, you mean that kid you’ve been hanging out with?” Fèlix said, shifting to get a better look at the door.

“Papá! We already told you, he’s a big kid! Like hermano mayor Mariano and you!” Dolores huffed.

“Sure he is,” Fèlix chuckled, rolling his eyes.

As the 3 children in the dining room continued to try and prove he was an adult, the adults could hear Luisa, Camilo and Antonio laughing and squealing, the sounds becoming louder as they got closer to the dining room. They were obviously talking to someone, who they had assumed was their “friend.”

“By the way, what is his name?” Alma said, smiling down at her nietas.

Isabela smiled back, slowing her bouncing slightly. “He said his name is Mr. Pedro! He even has the same last name as us! He looks a lot like Abuelo, but older…so we call him Abuelo!” At the mention of that name, the room froze, save for the 3 little girls giggling. Pepa had a cloud forming, but the girls seemed oblivious to it.

“Isabela what are you—“ Pepa was cut off when Isabela, Mirabel and Dolores ran out of the room, seemingly towards a person.

“Abuelo!” The 3 of them shouted.

The six children had all made it into the room. And as they said, they had their special friend with them, both Luisa and Antonio holding his hand. A tall man who bared a striking resemblance to the man in the large painting by the stairs. He was obviously aged, more than likely just a few years older then Alma. He had white to black hair, and his goatee had streaks of grey in it. He wore all white, save for the ascot and waist scarf, which were a mix of red and maroon. His eyes wrinkled in joy as he gave a warm smile, one that Alma knew far too well.

Camilo smiled brightly as he waved at his family. Gesturing to the elder man next to his prima, he said 3 simple words that seemed to take the breath out of the room.

“We found Abuelo!” Camilo grinned.

Just an idea for the cocoon AU where Casita/the miracle brings back Pedro and the children find him when they were exploring (set before their ceremony).

All of the adults after Pedro walks in:

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201 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#2

Mama Mirabel au things

Antonio drew this for Mirabel on mothers day. Mirabel loved it, and cherished it, but had to get him to make one for Pepa, much to his disdain. At the time he didn't really comprehend that Pepa was his bio mom, and Mirabel didn't want her tía to be upset with her.

270 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mama Mirabel with a twist

By: Me, @ismaet and @alternaterey

Mama!Mirabel, but instead of just Antonio, it's like all of the village kids 10 and under. All of the townsfolk find it normal for her to have like 10 kids following her around like ducklings. She brings them to Casita, plays games, teaches and sings to them, repairs their clothes and embroiders for them, etc. They call her 'Mamabel'. When her family starts to notice and ask around, the people are just like:

"Oh Mirabel? She's always kinda been like a second mother to the kids, it's cute right?"

And the family starts to notice just how close she is with them, to the point where they wonder if they've just not paid enough attention to realize something as big as that.

Mirabel is called: Mamabel, Mama, Mira, Mirabel

Casita is called: Abuelista, Abuelita, Cassie, Casita

She has about 30 kids that collectively join her over the years, all 10 and under.

Mamabel AU starts when Antonio is born.

!A little bit of an angst alert!

Mirabel is "assigned" to care for Antonio. Pepa and Felix are more like parents of convenience. Julieta is busy and Agustin is too. Abuela doesn't seem to notice a difference, still giving a lot of credit to Pepa and Felix. Mirabel ignores the pained feeling in her heart. She often wonders if her family really cares. But deep down, she knows they don't. Mirabel goes out to town often with Antonio, and an adult is eventually like:

"Can you hold Diego for a moment?"

And Mirabel just holds him while Antonio is shifted to her back. Diego is only ever actually given back to the mother when Mirabel has to go home at the end of the day. Now? She's kind of like the town babysitter (she's not complaining!) And it snowballs from there. The townsfolk still love her though, and give her tips and tricks when they see she's struggling. At about 11, she accumulated about 10 kids and this is about when they started calling her "Mamabel". (She doesn't correct them, the townsfolk even called her that in an adoring manner at times.)

The town built Mirabel her own special little house for her and the children on her 12th birthday, so they can have mass sleepovers. It's like a small house that sits between the town and Casita, a bit towards the back. None of the Madrigal's know it's there because the town kept it a secret. They knew that Abuela would somehow try and pull some "We should turn it into a store!" crap. (Mirabel cried like a baby that day.)

When the Madrigals DO find it, they're surprised. In the scenario that Mirabel goes into a coma after Casita falls, the older kids bring her to the little house (with the other Madrigal's behind them), and settle her into the bed (which is bigger than her small twin sized one in the nursery, which does NOT go unnoticed).

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575 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

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[weirdlet]

Long story short, we reached the barrow, our leader got portaled elsewhere on account of sick player + new baby, which, understandable. Blundered our way through several traps, including having to burn some really caustic mold off our skins, guided by laughing will o’ wisps.

We get teleported into the area surrounding the tomb rooms, which is a giant pillar in the middle of an underdark ocean. There are guard drakes. There are drow. There is an evil sword whispering about Lolth. There is, I shit you not, another young dragon, this time a black one.

The drow get taken out with one Shatter- god I love that spell- and we grind down the dragon, which is first blinded and then flies out over the edge of the cliff, where Glory, my flying tiefling, falcon-dives on him with a shriek like a bat out of hell and a rapier full of sneak attack- plus an off-hand dagger right to the eye.

The dragon falls into the water below. The wisps start saying something we can’t translate- they seemed to defer to the dragon, maybe they were trying to suck up? Who knows- but with the last of our resources and having been somewhat whack-a-mole ourselves with being alive and upright, we take out the wisps. Climb down to the dragon’s lair and sack it. Teleport back to the other door, the one we didn’t explore yet.

There is a coffin. There are murals. There is a headband of intellect gifted to one of the orcish trossfrau, who, as an eldritch knight, is literally the only one of us with any major mechanical use for it (I mean, I’d love to be able to FIND traps and not just disarm them, but that’s another rant).

So she has her third eye squeegeed, so to speak, and starts helping us figure out the riddle of the coffin of the ancient dragonslayer. Again, it is too long, let me sum up.

We have two dragonslaying swords now, one inhabited by the spirit of the dragonslayer and first queen of neverwinter, the other by the spirit of the bitter black dragon we killed. It’ll be interesting to see how that thing’s whispers hold up against the military discipline of our soldierly barbarian tortle.

Make camp, collapse, and in the middle of the night, a portal opens and our leader beckons us through, saying ‘guys- we got problems.’

Will we find out where our merc company leader’s wastrel son is at? Will there be consequences for having killed three dragons (albeit small ones) before seventh level? Will we, in fact, ever actually get paid for taking this job? Tune in next week for Glory’s Travails!

[lostandfoundfm]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⸻ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

if you’re hearing COME ON EILEEN by DEXYS MIDNIGHT RUNNERS playing, you have to know LUCILLE “LUCY” ARCHER (SHE/HER/HERS; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old AUTHOR has been in denver for, like, THIRTY-THREE YEARS. they’re known to be quite IDEALISTIC, but being SPIRITED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble EMILIA CLARKE. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SEEKING BUT NEVER FINDING, BRIGHT YELLOW JUMPSUITS, POORLY PAINTED MURALS IN EACH ROOM OF HER HOUSE, and THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

hello, i'm lauryn! i'm twenty-two years old and currently reside in the cst timezone. my preferred pronouns are she/her/hers. i'm looking forward to writing with everyone! below is some information about lucy.

✗ ⸻ BACKGROUND

[ ! ] TRIGGER WARNING : adoption, mention of bullying, unhealthy relationships (codependency), running away from home, implied mental illness, breakup

0 0 1 ⸻ lucille archer is a denver native born in colorado’s capital to a single mother named eleanor. her adoption had been arranged since a month after eleanor found out she was pregnant. lucy’s father skipped out at the first sign of serious commitment, and eleanor didn’t feel mentally or physically equipped to raise a child, so lucy was placed with janie and craig archer. they had always had it in their mind that they would rather adopt than conceive a biological child, and thus little baby lucy was placed with them directly after her birth.

0 0 2 ⸻ janie and craig were relatively eccentric parents who had a fairly atypical parenting style. they treated lucy as more of an equal than their subordinate, taking into consideration what she thought and felt about decisions in the family. janie was an acclaimed artist whose work was featured in galleries around the country, while craig was an author who wrote mystery novels. the two were nomadic before lucy’s birth, but the arrival of their child kept them in place in denver. they didn’t want to uproot her, and lucy expressed discomfort with that from a young age, as well.

0 0 3 ⸻ while there were certain obvious things that lucy couldn’t do, her parents let her make her own decisions for the most part. if she wanted to attend church with a friend or start playing soccer, they didn’t question it. their idea was that lucy would learn something about herself in the process, or learn something about life that could be applied in some area. outsiders to the family thought that they were rather pretentious, but lucy grew up appreciating the way she was raised and the things she was surrounded by.

0 0 4 ⸻ janie and craig’s relationship was one that inspired lucy in many ways. she wanted to have something similar, something real. her head was full of beautiful ideas and wonderful notions, but she had trouble physically manifesting them. she would write them down as they came to her, but holding them in her hands didn’t ever bring her much joy. as a result, lucy grew up to be a hopeless romantic in many ways. she not only romanticized her relationships with others, but also life itself. it led to some joyous moments, but some harsh letdowns, as well.

0 0 5 ⸻ lucy had an average outlook on school; she didn’t really struggle with it, but much of it was monotonous. at her house, they were painting the walls every other tuesday and shamelessly failing at singing opera; school seemed dull in comparison. lucy was allowed to dress herself from a young age, and this wasn’t always met with positive reactions from her peers. if there was one thing that was well drilled into her, however, it was to be confident in who she was and what she wanted, rather than take into account what others thought she should be.

0 0 6 ⸻ having such relaxed parents may have not gone well for others, but janie and craig got lucky with lucy. she was receptive to her parents’ thoughts and statements while also taking into account her own. whether or not it was their intention, janie and craig raised an artistic, confident young girl who could surely take on high school with her head held high… right?

0 0 7 ⸻ wrong. high school tore apart many of lucy’s preconceived notions about the world, as it does for many others. lucy felt neglected by her peers, like she was an outcast. she really only had one friend, her closest friend since childhood, and she wanted that to be enough, but it wasn’t. this beautiful world she had created in her mind wasn’t quite rooted in reality. in reality, her crushes never really liked her back and she wasn’t often recognized for her strengths and talents. after a while, all of the positive affirmations from her parents just became white noise. she would think, well, they were her parents, they had to like her.

0 0 8 ⸻ lucy had always known she was adopted, and she was fine with that, but being rejected by the world as a teenager rocked that stability and security that she had with the idea. it wasn’t until age fifteen where she met someone who was enamored with her. they appeared to relate to her struggles and understand her way of thinking. it was a hell of a high for lucy who was finally getting her wish of having such a passionate relationship.

0 0 9 ⸻ it felt like it was them against the world, and lucy’s outlook on life had been taken to new heights. it wasn’t healthy, she would recall in retrospect. of course, they didn’t really know any better. they were caught up in it all, the whole first love experience. maybe a little too caught up in it seeing as how they devised a plan to run off together.

0 1 0 ⸻ it wasn’t a well thought out plan whatsoever. he could drive and she was able to scrounge up some money, so they took off toward texas. it was a whirlwind romance, she thought. what could be more romantic? only, the dream didn’t last. barely a week in, they were virtually out of money and growing weary. the idea seemed so grandiose and big and incredible, and now they knew that it was a stupid, impulsive thing to do. they were coming down from the ideas of running off and becoming their own people and taking on the world together and building a life, and they were left with reality.

0 1 1 ⸻ lucy was reluctant to let go of the dream that they had built and woven, but her partner had made his peace with it. they ended up back in denver only two weeks after running off. once the novelty had worn off, it seemed he didn’t want lucy anymore. he had told her that what they had was not enough, and she seemed to understand. it was a rush that they kept chasing, and when things stood still in denver, it was hard to keep the passion going.

0 1 2 ⸻ their adventure was one that impacted lucy in both positive and negative ways. she was able to let go of some of her fantasies, but sometimes she wondered what would’ve happened if they had stayed down in texas, put more effort into it. she’d imagine herself waiting tables at a quaint little diner where everyone knew her name, and… wait a second? what if she wrote about her fantasies?

0 1 3 ⸻ her parents’ suggestion was out of love and a little bit of concern. lucy had always kept a journal and a notebook full of her ideas, but she never really did anything with them. this new hobby of hers began to occupy most of her time, acting as a healthy outlet for her not so healthy thoughts. oddly enough, though lucy was a phenomenal romance writer, what she really loved to write was horror. stories of romance and drama came easily to her, so horror stories were something new and shiny in her sights.

0 1 4 ⸻ lucy found that when she channeled her creative energy into writing, she felt more comfortable in her own skin. the things that she had always beaten herself up for were now things that she felt as though she could entertain others with, maybe even make a profit off of. so, following graduation, lucy took a couple of creative writing courses and hunkered down in her bedroom at her parents’ house, writing away.

0 1 5 ⸻ outside of writing, lucy didn’t attend college, though she did maintain a fairly normal social life. there was still a sort of hierarchy in the “real world”, she found, but people outside of high school didn’t seem to care as much about your status or appearance. lucy had found some solid friends and enjoyed the denver scene, finding art and beauty in places where others couldn’t. as an adult, she still romanticized people and ideas, but she also had the capability to remind herself that they weren’t always realistic (most of the time, at least). still, it made life a little less dull.

0 1 6 ⸻ by the age of twenty, she had a book deal! elysian fields ended up being a breakout success, and lucy was shocked. everything happened so quickly. suddenly, they wanted a sequel, and what about a book tour? then, there was the movie deal. lucy had never expected it, and she had mixed emotions. in truth, it wasn’t a project she was super passionate about. it was a cliche young adult romance novel about the leading roles in a movie who read too much into their chemistry and fall in love. the idea came to lucy after she was met with a confused face yet again from her friends, who she would pitch her ideas to, and they gently recommended that she should write something that would sell. and sell, it did.

0 1 7 ⸻ it was quite a change, going from living in your parents house to being whisked all over the country. foolishly, lucy had allowed herself to be roped into a contract promising at least two more books. it wasn’t that writing the sequels was especially challenging, just that there were other things that she wanted to devote time to. but when she would pitch her other ideas to her publishing company, they would ask why she was trying to fix something that wasn’t broken. on top of that, her friends would remind her that, if she completed the series, she would have enough money to fund whatever else she may want to pursue.

0 1 8 ⸻ so, she rode it out. by the age of twenty-four, two more books in the series had been published. there was a one-off in there, too, but it mostly flew under the radar. when her deal ended, lucy felt relieved. she had made a substantial amount of money and acquired some level of fame and status, but the entire ordeal had worn her out. so, she bought a mediterranean style mansion in the cherry creek district that resembled one of her doll houses growing up, and spent the next three years of her life holed up in it.

0 1 9 ⸻ the first year was dedicated to fixing it up the way she wanted it. she hired a two-person staff and they helped keep things in shape while lucy decorated and altered things to her liking. by the end of it, the house was transformed. it would have to be redone if she sold it because it was far from the standard marketable house at that point, but it was hers and it was everything she could’ve asked for.

0 2 0 ⸻ when she looked around her home and saw nothing she wanted to alter, lucy was stumped. there wasn’t anything left to do, and she was then forced to process the last few years of her life. everything had gone by so quickly that she barely had time to adjust and catch up with herself. this year was rough and involved a few vacations, but very little socializing with her loved ones. people grew concerned for lucy, but she would insist that she was fine. she was just enjoying her wealth, she would tell them. it looked a little funny, though, that lucy seemed to be avoiding the house that she just spent a year fixing up. too quiet, too little to do, she would think.

0 2 1 ⸻ it was almost as though her growth was stunted and she was still that twenty year old sitting in her childhood room, writing and dreaming of recognition. that recognition and adoration that she had craved was not all it was cracked up to be, especially since it was recognition for something she didn’t quite think was worthy of it. lucy was at least thankful for the fact that people usually didn’t recognize book authors by their appearance, so she was often able to navigate through public spaces without having to face much acknowledgement.

0 2 2 ⸻ in the third year, she wrote. and wrote. and wrote. she had found an agent who believed in her, who was willing to work with her if it was horror that she wanted to write. this agent was her comfort, and the first person to really ground her. they told lucy that, even if that series wasn’t all that special to her, it was to others. lucy began to make her peace with it; she had evoked emotion in others, taken them to a different world through her words, spurred their imagination. it was really quite beautiful when she meditated on it. this year was about healing and growing. lucy learned to take it easy the year that she spent writing; too much chaos was evidently not good for her. part of her considered seeking out her birth mom in this year, but decided it would be best not to. she didn’t have really any unresolved feelings toward that situation, and she imagined, by the lack of communication, her birth mother felt the same. there was perhaps a small part of her that was curious, but she knew that her curiosity could be damaging, so she banished it.

0 2 3 ⸻ on her twenty-seventh birthday, lucy’s best friend had insisted on taking her out to a club, but lucy bargained for a board game night instead. so, they went out to find a new board game and lucy met someone that would alter the course of her life. they were intelligent, thoughtful, attractive. more than that, they had clicked right away. lucy had always given thought to the concept of soulmates, but hadn’t really entertained it until she met them. it was the true definition of love at first sight. the kicker was that lucy hadn’t gotten their contact information.

0 2 4 ⸻ cue a dramatic artist going to that same bookstore every other day for three months in the hopes of seeing them again. everyone around her thought she was bonkers, and lucy agreed, but she still made the trip. lucy would grab a coffee there each day and browse for half an hour; finally, a little over three months in to this seemingly hopeless endeavor, they appeared. of course, she was not at all transparent about the circumstances of them meeting again, playing it off as a coincidence. lucy finally got their contact information, and the two hit it off.

0 2 5 ⸻ there was a genuine compatibility and attraction between the two, and lucy thought: this is it. he didn’t seem to care much for her status, she thought, though it didn’t seem to hinder anything. perhaps she had romanticized things a little too much, but her partner reflected back that same infatuation. they would write each other love letters, be vulnerable together; lucy eventually even admitted that she would wait for them in that same bookstore that they had met at months prior. it was a fairy tale in her mind, until it wasn’t. they were in a relationship for a whole six months before it ended. the last month of it, things had begun to deteriorate. it seemed to boil down to a lack of communication, but they ended it with lucy. this crushed her.

0 2 6 ⸻ lucy felt entirely connected to this person, and thought it was shared. she was willing to work on things, but they did not wish to do so, or to even see lucy anymore. the mourning process was brutal for her. not only was lucy forced to grieve the loss of this person in her life, she also grieved their future, her future, that she had grown to see as an inevitability. it was peculiar to others, only six months together, and she was in shambles. it was just the kind of person that lucy was; she loved intensely. the year after the breakup was a bit of a blur. her goal was to get through each day, and she did with the help of her agent and her loved ones, but it was hard.

0 2 7 ⸻ approaching her thirties, lucy made further strides in her career. with her agent’s help, she was able to get some of her novels that she was more passionate about published. her foray into horror was relatively successful, though it was unlikely anything would ever match the success of her first series. she was perfectly fine with that.

0 2 8 ⸻ the past few years of lucy’s life have been somewhat of a drag. she has had a couple flings, adopted a couple cats, and gotten involved in some charity work. though she has mostly healed from her breakup five years ago, there is still a lingering pain from it. lucy has developed healthier coping mechanisms, she has many friends and family to rely on, and she feels established in this world. if she wanted to, she could’ve retired a decade ago, but work keeps her busy, keeps her distracted. that little spark in her has dwindled, but she is trying to rekindle it to the best of her ability.

0 2 9 ⸻ nowadays, you can find her in the cherry creek district, though she often ventures into rino when she’s feeling social. she doesn’t really fit in with the standard cherry creek residents. lucy can come off as eccentric and dresses in colorful, often somewhat childlike clothing. that romantic life that she so desperately desires? she’s still searching for it. but, for now, she is taking in the stability and enjoying the small pleasures as they come. getting her hopes up would be a bit too risky for her at this point in time, but you can usually still find her with a smile on her face. some would even describe her as a ray of sunshine at times.

tldr ; a denver native who is a hopeless romantic and accidentally became a best selling romance author when she really wanted to write horror. had her heart broken a couple times, but she’s trying to stay positive (secretly she is still searching for a beautiful romantic life full of wonder) kind of a strange lady but super sweet and nice to be around

✗ ⸻ PERSONALITY

0 0 1 ⸻ lucy’s personality has evolved as she has aged. that vibrant hopeless romantic that once existed is still very much there, but is a bit duller now. she tries to stay optimistic, appreciate the small things, and enjoy whatever stability she can find, but there will always be a part of lucy that wants more. the world is still a wondrous place to her, but reality has poisoned it in many ways, and she finds it harder nowadays to romanticize things.

0 0 2 ⸻ regardless, you will often find her with a smile on her face. despite her eccentric nature, people tend to gravitate toward lucy initially. she radiates an energy that brings people in, but can also push them out just as easily; some people find it hard to be around lucy’s intense emotions. she is incredibly passionate when it comes to her interests. if you were to view her simply from her activities (backyard tanning, sunday mimosas, attending plays), you might mistake her for entirely average.

0 0 3 ⸻ deep down, lucy is relatively unstable, which isn’t always hard to pick up on with her. she is a bit childlike in nature, but has a moderate maturity level for her age. as lucy derives a lot of pleasure from her relationships with others, she can be a bit impressionable at times, even gullible. if she’s frustrated, she often seems a bit more stubborn. this especially manifests in her persistence to avoid things she isn’t ready to face, even if that means she has to spend a year of her life fixing a house. at this point in time, lucy is kind of detached because she is tired of being disappointed and is trying to avoid hope.

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the art exhibit itself was really nice!

 like, gdfgfd whoever put it together had their salt on display for the immersive traveling van gogh show and the museum’s exhibition was more about like acquisition, industry and sales, like these occupy such completely separate spaces, its baffling how someone can have such a prestigious job but also be a weird baby about other forms of gallery shows, omg that said, there was really cool use of like full wall murals for newspaper clippings were the early showings were reviewed and talked about by art critics, there was a neat bit about ones people thought were van gogh’s but were by a different artist completely lost to time????????????????????????????? there were loaned out ones from like all over the place!! along with the museums actual collection, and there were no guard rails or like those velvet chain thingies, it was just a line of tape on the ground, you could get sooo close to them, one guard stationed in a center room who was really taking his job seriously kept going up to people to tell them to stop gesturing into the painting, cause people would go up to the line and point, and i know how this sounds but i came away with like more memory of the other people in the gallery, like one person had this really low cut sweater top with a rhinestone bow that was catching light in all sorts of ways, there was a couple very loudly talking about the masters degree in art history they just got, a very very thin around 50-70 lady with a sever head hugging bob and like those leathery high heel boots, some lady who was wearing a designer like Artisan Gallery Goer poncho thingy, someone wearing what i would describe as 90s baby slut but with like a otomey twist and the different guards in the different rooms and an extremely tiny lady who would swerve in between the crowd to get a close up picture of each painting and like groups who id recognize the voice of from room to room 

tho back to the art omg, like my fave bit was a room that recreated the gallery show of the first american showing of a van gogh, they had gathered the other paintings in the show and it was so so soooo cool to see, like that time period captured, those artists together, seeing what people would have seen, like the the futuristic artist next to the impressionist artists, not like put in different sections but side by side, you get to experience how people would have felt like its so hard to understand how Not into impressionists americans were at the time until youre next to like a ten foot tall futurist painting or until youre caught by the boldness of early modernism

another neat thing was that each like entry space a self portrait was placed like, and a lot of times there were no one like around them, like id be in a room just at the right time to see only one person looking at a self portrait and it felt really magical omg

and like i got to see just about every one of them up close tho i do admit i kinda skirted quickly through the more like Realism section of his work that he did for like the commercial sector pretty much, at the end there was a really nice sitting area by a little movie thing about myth dispelling and it let out to a little gift shop, the selection at the immersive one was a lot better but i got a neat little pen, what really impressed me was that the gift shop installer had put open umbrella up above so different like art prints of them spun about in the circulated air

there was a feeling over all of like an assembly line which i think is kinda offensive for a non-tour open gallery showing so i tried to scuttle out of the flow of the crowd when ever possible, which like i was wearing a mask and it was also good to avoid like when groups of people would congest in front of a single painting, so i got to like stand close to ones the mass group werent too yet and then id circle back  

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A First Look at Disneyland's Pixar Pier Hotel: Walkthrough Video!

The Disneyland Resort is buzzing with excitement as the highly anticipated Pixar Pier Hotel is set to open on January 30th, 2024. This marks the completion of the extensive refurbishment and reimagining of the former Paradise Pier Hotel into the first ever fully Pixar-themed hotel in the United States. In this article, we will provide an overview (and video) of the Pixar Pier Hotel and details on all the major refurbishments and upgrades. From the whimsical new lobby to the imaginative guest rooms, dining options and amenities, the Pixar Pier Hotel promises to be a delight for guests of all ages. https://youtu.be/Tn_RGekZhq8?si=7dMF--yyGZVKD3BW New Pixar-Inspired Lobby The crown jewel of the refurbished hotel is surely the dazzling new lobby, which celebrates Pixar animation and the artistic process. As soon as guests step inside, their eyes will be drawn upwards to a vibrant mobile depicting beloved Pixar characters floating above a bright skylight. This represents the beginning stages of Pixar filmmaking, with the characters rendered in their most basic shapes and colors. The lobby décor features early character sketches evolving into final production designs. This "concept art to screen" approach highlights Pixar's creative spirit, often revealing never-before-seen artwork. Keen-eyed guests may even spot some hidden Pixar Easter eggs and inside jokes dotting the lobby!

Reimagined Guest Rooms All 481 guest rooms and suites have been completely reimagined with playful Pixar details. The rooms take inspiration from Pixar stories both classic and new, with subtle references to films like Toy Story, Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, and more. Some of the whimsical touches include: - Luxo Jr. lamp sculptures on the desks - Headboards decorated with character concept art - Bedding and pillows featuring favorite Pixar characters - Artwork created exclusively for the hotel by Pixar's talented animators Guests staying in suites may have the special treat of seeing unique art or characters from more obscure Pixar shorts and features.

Dining The Pixar Pier Hotel offers a variety of tantalizing dining options, with dishes to satisfy every palate. The flagship restaurant, Great Maple, opens in November 2023. This modern California eatery serves elevated comfort food made from scratch for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Guest favorites are sure to include the maple bacon doughnuts, buttermilk fried chicken, and soda pop baby back ribs. Great Maple also operates two additional quick service outlets in the hotel - the Sketch Pad Café coffee shop in the lobby and the poolside Small Bytes.

Amenities Beyond the rooms and restaurants, hotel amenities have also been enhanced with playful Pixar twists. The rooftop pool area now features a Finding Nemo theme with the Pixel Pool, Crush's Surfin' Slide, splash pads, cabanas and more. Table service and cocktails will be available from the pool bar. Inside, guests can break a sweat at the expanded fitness center with a Monsters Inc inspired treadmill mural. The new lobby gift shop is aptly named "STOR-E" as a nod to WALL-E. And staying on property means guests can take advantage of early theme park entry and reserve access to select Disneyland attractions.

Conclusion January 30th, 2024 marks an exciting new chapter for the Disneyland Resort as the imaginative Pixar Pier Hotel opens its doors. With whimsical theming everywhere you look, delightful dining options and convenient park perks, this reimagined hotel extends the magic of Disney storytelling beyond the parks and into your vacation stay. Pixar fans of all ages are sure to be delighted during their next visit to the Happiest Place on Earth! Read the full article