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[pickledkiwiberry]

I can't find the exact one but one of my favorite childhood CD holders looked something like the above. It was a plastic transparent-but-not-see-through drawer that you opened by pushing into the front to pop it open, and then the front part would pop forwards a little to make it easier to access.

The inside was a bunch of soft sleeves attached to the drawer that you could sort your CDs into. I remember not having very much room and pushing CDs together and very carefully sliding them in to avoid scratching them because I was a child and couldn't just go out and buy new CD holders.

That, combined with spindles like this:

And books like in the original post were everywhere in my home.

And let me tell you: I preferred the floppy disks so much. I had a bunch of 3½" floppy disks (the kind where they're hard plastic and only the internal diskette is still floppy, vs the older kinds where the whole thing was floppy) and they were so nice because they were much easier to store safely, could be rewritten multiple times, and just felt really great to use (the ker-klunk when sliding them in, the ker-pop when ejecting them).

Not nearly as much storage space but files were so small back then. CDs were more for storing larger archival data (backups) and software (installers, games), and floppies were how I moved files around between computers. How I shared them.

I never used zip drives or any of that family. I didn't need that much storage space.

But man I really would love to go to an era where the evolution of the ZIP drive, the Clik drive, was the norm.

Mainly for aesthetic reasons. I think USB drives are fine, but they don't have the satisfying clicks and ejects.

More than anything, though, I wish that people still relied on physical media the way they used to. Now everything's being sent around in cloud storage servers, and backed up to cloud storage servers, and lost in cloud storage server sync failures...

Physical media was so much more under your own control. You didn't have to worry about people tracking what you were doing (even if you think you're not breaking any laws, trust me when I say you'll end up with a record if anybody truly audited your life against the books; so many things that seem intuitively fine are either breach of contract from an EULA you didn't read well enough or surprisingly criminal). You didn't have to worry about the cloud service going offline. Or losing internet.

Electricity was out? As long as you had a generator, those files were still accessible. (I didn't have a generator... couldn't install one in the condos I grew up in, which sucked considering the amount of power outages.)

Internet is so much less reliable by comparison. Cloud providers even less so.

Sure, you had to keep your physical media in the right conditions. The right temperature, humidity, etc. But in my opinion, that's much easier than making sure that your account is secure at all times.

IDK. This sort of thing is why I'm a big fan of Cassette Futurism era of Cyberpunk. The modern Internet-focused Cyberpunk narratives are great for writing dystopian fiction, but the old "haha I stored your soul on a mini CD" era has so much aesthetic appeal and comfort to me.

[reasonsforhope]

re: sending an ask about something that makes you hopeful to start off the new year on a good note. this is a personal project that has given me hope! (sorry for the length, i'm a rambler)

next to my house is a shallow creek. when we first moved in the banks were choked with trash, scrap metal from the road, and invasive brush. when it stormed, rainwater would run off the road, turn the creek black, and make it smell like roadkill mixed with chemicals. once we were settled in our house, we decided to try and clean it up a little bit at a time. we got to work replacing the invasive bushes with native groundcover just a few seedlings each season, and every spring since then we've made a tradition of sending out an invite to a bunch of neighbors/extended family/friends to come help clean trash out!

its been a source of hope and pride for me to see how the younger people in our community have gotten excited about taking care of the creek after that first little push. our little ecosystem has slowly improved thanks in part to our efforts: the biodiversity has steadily improved with each passing year, the baby trees we put in are going strong, the wildflowers on the banks are beautiful in the summer and help catch the gravel/muck that slides off the road! Its all very rewarding, and i love the feeling that we have made an impact, even if its a small one :)

anyway, that's something that brings me hope! i wish that 2025 will be an even better year than the ones before, for our little creek and for the world in all. p.s thank you for this blog, it has been a real light for me in the past year <3

!!!!!!! This is amazing!! This is what it's all about - picking a spot where you can make a difference, and then doing it. Small, local impacts make such a huge difference, especially in terms of ecology and ecosystem restoration

What an amazing story, and thank you so much for doing this!! That little creek and the plants and animals that live there are so lucky rn

[helen-with-an-a]

Beautiful Girl - New Year’s Eve(18+)

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope all your dreams come true, and I wish you well for the next year. Here is a totally indulged, dirtier-than-I-intended New Year fic with Alexia to help you welcome the new year in the right way. Also, will I ever learn how to write short smutty things? Probably not. This is the fic that started the Beautiful Girl series and yet I've already released so much for it ahahaha. For the anon back in August who told me I need to make my fics less ambiguous, this is for you. R IS A WOMAN. Have the day u deserve anon 😘✌️

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Beautiful Girl Masterlist

Description: Thank god the New Year's party was cancelled.

TW: Smut, 18+, cunnilingus, strap (R giving - dom R; Sub Alexia)

You had never been more grateful for food poisoning. Watching Patri and the rest of the girls fall sick was hard, it seemed almost cruel to relish in their misfortune. Whilst is was undoubtedly horrific to feel so ill over Christmas, it did mean one thing. One thing you were so, overwhelmingly happy about.

Missing Patri's New Years' Eve party.

With so many of the team members now laid up with various degrees of illness, it was quickly decided that the party wouldn't be happening. Given the circumstances, it was the best choice for everyone, but it also meant you could spend the evening with Alexia alone.

It wasn’t your first year ringing in the New Year with Alexia – this would actually be the fifth you were welcoming in together. Up until now, each new year was brought in surrounded by friends, clinking glasses and a swift kiss at midnight before munching on some grapes. Whilst you loved the parties, the thought of just snuggling up at home was always niggling at the back of your mind.

This year, however, was different. For the first time, you had the chance to bring in the New Year alone.

“Ale,” you called gently, your voice barely above a whisper. She was engrossed in the countdown on the TV, her gaze locked on the screen as they ticked away the last minutes of the year.

“Hm?” she responded, lifting her head from where it had been nestled comfortably against your chest.

“Will you be my New Year's kiss?” you asked softly. It might have been a silly question – but it was something you asked each other every year, a small tradition of your own. It had started your first year together, when you were unsure about how the Catalan celebrated New Year's. The next year, she asked you - the pair of you celebrating in England this time, surrounded by your friends and family and Alexia had been unsure of whether you wanted to kiss in public. By Year 3, it felt strange not asking, even though you knew she would never say no, it felt odd, just assuming.

Alexia's heart softened as she met your gaze. A wide, warm smile spread across her lips, a dusting of pink settling on her cheeks.

“Sí, mi amor,” she said, her voice gentle. “I will be your beso de año nuevos.” Her smile was radiant now, a wide, joyful grin that seemed to light up the room. She added, with a playful glint in her eye, “As long as I can be yours?”

“Of course, my beautiful girl,” you replied, your fingers carding through her hair. “No lo querría de otra manera.”

“Good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the TV. She leaned closer, moving up your body with a grace that seemed almost dreamlike. As her lips brushed against yours, the world outside dissolved, leaving just the two of you, curled up in bed, without a care in the world.

She tasted like honey. Warm and smooth nectar that eased your soul. It was the perfect remedy for any issue. Her lips were soft as they worked in time with yours. A throaty hum bubbled up in her chest as you tightened your fingers in her hair.

As you finally pulled away from the kiss, the sudden burst of fireworks outside startled you, their vibrant explosions lighting up the night sky. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as Alexia's hand drew you back to face her.

“Feliz año nuevo, mi amor” Alexia whispered against your lips.

Alexia’s eyes sparkled as she looked down at you, her expression full of love. “Happy New Year, my beautiful girl,” you replied softly, tugging her back to you, your lips finding each other again with perfect ease.

When she finally pulled away, her breath came in ragged, deep gasps. She took a moment to let her gaze wander slowly over the length of your body, her eyes moving with deliberate slowness. You watched as she took in your form, bare legs intertwined with hers, a hoodie she was fairly sure used to belong to her on your top half. To Alexia, you had never looked more beautiful. You were the epitome of quiet beauty - a radiance from within that made you glow.

You gently lifted a hand to her chin, your touch tender and deliberate as you guided her back to face you. Her gaze met yours with an almost innocent intensity, her eyes wide and doe-like.

"T'estimo molt, Alèxia Putellas i Segura." You mumbled, your voice thick. It was true, you had never felt like this before. So loved, so safe, so happy.

"I love you, Y/N Y/S/N, so much." Alexia whispered back, her words just as emotional.

You didn't know how long you spent, lying there kissing Alexia. But you didn't really care. All that mattered was the woman above you, the way she rocked her hips against yours, the way her hands explored your body, the way she gasped and moaned as you tugged at her roots and trailed your fingers under her pyjama top.

“What do you need, Ale?” you asked gently in between kisses.

“Tú,” she muttered, her voice barely audible. “Te necesito.”

“What about me do you need, my beautiful girl?" You smoothed her hair away from her head, eyes searching hers. "How can I give you what you need?” Y

“I need … necesito … I …” Alexia’s words faltered. She was slipping into a state of mind that only you could bring out in her – a headspace where she shed all her external responsibilities. She wasn’t Alexia Putellas, the captain of Barça, or the face of Spanish football. She was simply Ale, your Ale, your Beautiful Girl.

“I need your cock, por favor.” Her eyes slid sideways, avoiding your gaze. You hated how she hated being vulnerable around you. It was something you had been working on together, her voicing her desires to you, whether it be as simple as what to make for dinner or as hard as voicing her deepest fantasies. She was doing a lot better, in the early days it had been exasperating to watch her flounder whenever you asked what she needed. But now, the pride welled in your chest as she spoke with relative confidence. You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“Okay, beautiful,” you said softly, smoothing your hand against the skin on her hip. “Do you want me to get the strap? Or would you prefer to?” You reached up to push a stray piece of blonde hair out of her eyes, and pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose.

Alexia's response came with a hint of hesitation. “You,” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she made her choice, taking a steadying breath as she did so.

“Alright,” you acknowledged, nodding with a soft smile. “The big black one or the smaller purple one?”

“B-black one,” she whispered shyly. There was a noticeable blush on her cheeks. The black one was her favourite, the one that stung in the best way, the one that made her arch and squirm as you split her open, the one that could leave her limping for the next few days.

A smile spread across your face at her words, your heart swelling with affection. “Okay,” you said gently. “Take off your clothes while I get the strap.” You let your fingers wander underneath the hem of her joggers.

“When you're finished, lie back on the bed with your head on the pillows,” you continued.

Normally, you knew her favourite way to take any strap was on her knees, you lying back beneath her, taking in the glorious sight above you as she moved without restriction. The way she would roll and rock, bounce and shift. The way she seemed so free as she took what she needed from you, as your hands rested on her hips or trailed up her body to grope and squeeze as you pleased. But you had other plans for tonight.

You reached up and pressed your lips against hers in a deep kiss. The kiss was slow and deliberate, you let your lips linger on hers a moment longer, savouring the taste of her before gently unwinding yourself from her embrace.

As you moved away, you went to the wardrobe, shedding your hoodie as you went. The cool air of the room met your skin as you tugged the material over your head, feeling her eyes follow your every movement as she went about her tasks. The sensation of her gaze on you made more goosebumps appear on your skin than any cool breeze ever could.

You opened the drawer and began to gather what was needed. You smiled as you looked down at the contents. The big, shiny black strap with a wider girth and a fake vein running underneath that she needed time to work up to glinted up at you in the dim glow of the lamp. You shuddered at the image of Alexia, hair splayed against the pillow, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you sunk into her again and again.

Turning back around, you were met with the sight of Alexia having perfectly followed your instructions. Her t-shirt was folded neatly on top of the dresser, the soft fabric arranged with meticulous care. Next to it, her joggers were laid out in a similar fashion, creating a small, organised pile. You couldn't help the smile, Alexia, ever the neat freak.

What immediately caught your eye, however, was the unmistakable sign of her arousal: her knickers had been removed and set aside. The grey fabric was marked by a noticeable wet patch. You hummed appreciatively as you clambered onto the bed next to her.

“Well done, beautiful,” you said, your voice filled with admiration. “Such a good girl for me."

Alexia’s response to the praise was immediate. She visibly preened, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks as she absorbed the compliment. Her eyes lit up with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction as her body relaxed into the bed below her.

“So pretty,” you cooed softly as you moved to position yourself above her. The warmth and tenderness in your voice made Alexia feel even more cherished and adored. As you spoke, your gaze lingered on her, your eyes raking down her body with reverence.

Your eyes took in every detail with a slow, deliberate appreciation. You started with the swell of her breasts, noting how they were perfectly shaped and inviting, their natural curve accentuated by the soft light of your bedroom. Your gaze then travelled down to the ridges of her abs, the defined muscles revealing the strength and dedication she put into caring for her body. Each contour and line told a story of her commitment and vitality, making her all the more captivating.

Continuing your exploration, your attention shifted to the strong muscles of her thighs. You observed the powerful yet graceful curves, appreciating the balance of strength and femininity they represented. The way her thighs connected with her hips and the subtle play of light on her skin added a golden glow to her already-tanned skin.

“G-gracias, mi amor,” she stuttered, her voice tinged with a mix of appreciation and shyness.

You responded with a warm, affirming smile, “look at you, using your manners. Una niña buena y bonita.”

You shifted closer, your face centimetres from hers. “Can I kiss you, Ale?” you asked, your voice laced with a tender reverence.

She met your gaze with a shy but eager nod, her eyes shimmering with anticipation . Her fingers, warm and reassuring, slipped around your hips, gripping them lightly. You slowly leaned down, your movements deliberate and unhurried, valuing the moment.

She hummed softly as your lips met hers, a contented sound that had your heart quickening. The warmth of your touch was immediately reciprocated, her hips pressing up against you eagerly. The contact of your lips made her skin tingle with anticipation.

As you continued to kiss her, you allowed yourself to ease more of your weight onto her. The gentle pressure of your body against hers helped ground you both. Alexia’s fingers, still resting on your hips, tightened slightly trying to draw you even closer. The world outside faded once again, leaving just the two of you.

You let your hands explore her body with thoughtful slowness. The touch was gentle yet deliberate as if you were memorising every curve and line of her form like you were discovering her for the first time. Each movement was tender and explorative, your fingertips lightly grazing her skin, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation in their path.

As your hands made their way across her skin, a delicate shiver of goosebumps followed in their wake, spreading out like a ripple of water. Her breath hitched slightly, a soft, involuntary sound that had you smiling against her lips.

“Por favor,” she whined softly as you parted, your lips trailing down from her mouth, moving with careful slowness down her jawline until they found their way to her collarbones. The touch of your lips on her skin was a teasing promise, making her shiver.

“Apresúrate,” she urged, her tone full of frustration and desire.

You leaned back slightly, a playful glint in your eye as you raised an eyebrow at her. “Patience, Ale,” you said. “If you’re going to rush me, I’ll stop.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and a flicker of panic crossed her face at your teasing warning. “Ho sento, ho sento,” she stammered quickly, her cheeks flushing.

You softened your expression, letting a reassuring smile light up your face. “It’s okay, beautiful,” you said soothingly. “Just relax for me.” Your touch was gentle as you placed a tender hand on her cheek, guiding her focus back to you. “Focus on what you’re feeling,” you continued, your voice warm and encouraging. You added a playful wink, watching as she nodded eagerly.

As she closed her eyes, settling into the sensation of your touch, you took a moment to appreciate her trust and vulnerability. With her eyes shut, you began your descent down her body again, your movements slow and sensual. You placed a series of delicate pecks along her skin, each touch a soft whisper of affection. Gradually, you shifted to sharper nips that made her breath hitch, and then to more fervent, intense sucks that drew out a deeper response from her.

You relished the way her chest heaved with each breath, the subtle quiver of her smooth stomach rippling beneath your touch. The contrasts between your tender pecks and the sharp bites you applied created a rhythm that had Alexia writhing beneath you. You cherished every reaction, every shiver, and every sigh as you made your loving way down her body.

“Mi amor,” Alexia gasped, her voice breathless. The sound of her voice sent a thrill through you as you settled between her thighs.

“Yes?”

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes shining with sincerity that made your heart swell.

“Te amo,” you replied with a soft, heartfelt smile.

You watched with careful curiosity as Alexia moved her hand hesitantly, as if uncertain whether she was doing the right thing. Smiling, you took her hand, letting your thumb smooth over her knuckles. “Hand or hair?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Hand,” she answered, her voice slightly trembling. With a loving smile, you gripped her hand tightly. It always amazed Alexia that you knew exactly what she needed. She had never had a partner that understood her so well, that knew everything she could even want without her having to ask. It overwhelmed her sometimes, thinking about how much she loved you.

“Am I okay to carry on, or do you want a moment?” you asked. Your eyes searched hers for any sign of hesitation.

“Un momento, por favor,” she replied, her voice a little unsure.

“Of course,” you said immediately. You nodded reassuringly, placing a gentle kiss against her thigh.

After a few heartbeats of shared silence, she gently squeezed your hand. Her eyes met yours with a shy but confident smile, a silent affirmation of her readiness.

“Are you sure?” you checked.

“Sí,” she replied with a definitive nod, her voice firm and steady.

“Ok,” you said, your face lighting up with a warm smile. You leaned in and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to her hip bone, right above the little '66' tattoo. As your lips touched her skin, you let them linger for a moment longer. You took in a ragged breath, inhaling the salty-sweet scent of her skin mingling with the coconut of her moisturiser. The smell was dizzying in the best way.

Leaning down, you took your time to savour the moment, your movements deliberate and tender. You placed a long, gentle stroke across the entire length of her pussy, your touch firm yet soft. The caress was slow and purposeful, your mind relishing in the taste of her against your tongue.

You repeated the action with careful speed. As you ghosted across her clit, you took a moment to appreciate the way her hand gripped yours, her fingers tightening as she sighed.

You decided to show a touch of mercy on Alexia, with a gentler approach, less teasing than you normally would. Your lips carefully enveloped her clit, the warmth of your mouth a welcomed contrast from the cool air outside. As you began to suck softly, your lips moved, alternating pressure and occasionally swiping over the nerves with your tongue.

Her reaction was immediate and visceral. She gasped sharply, the sound escaping her in a breathless rush as her body responded to the new, more tender touch. Her hips bucked instinctively, lifting toward you as you continued your ministrations.

You loved eating Alexia out. The way she enveloped your senses, the mix of her arousal on your tongue and the softness of her thighs around your head as she twitched and writhed beneath you, succumbing to her body's desires. You had never had that before, the casual hookups you had had before Alexia weren't the same. Going down on them had felt like an expectation from you, an accompaniment with your fingers, or like you were returning the favour. But with Alexia ... with Alexia, you were more than happy to spend the rest of your life between her thighs.

It didn’t take long for Alexia to transform into a moaning, squirming mess. You revelled in the rich sounds that filled the room, each one a unique note in the melody that was her pleasure. The gasps that punctuated the air, the moans that rose and fell in rhythmic waves, and the soft, needy whines. You could feel the sticky mess growing between your own thighs. The warmth that spread through you was a deep, satisfying heat.

Carefully, you eased finger into her, your movements precise and slow. You took your time, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion You slowly drew it back out until just the tip was still inside, before pushing back in again, trying to find that perfect spot.

When you finally found it, her reaction was immediate and intense. She squeezed your other hand tightly. From your angle, it was difficult to see the full extent of her expression, but you could vividly imagine her face – her eyes tightly shut, her features contorted in a mix of bliss and focus. One hand clutched yours with a desperate grip, while the other twisted into the sheets, her head pressing down on the pillows beneath her as she succumbed to the pleasure filling her body.

Sensing her increasing need, you added a second finger with practised ease. You could sense that she was nearing the edge of climax when her body began to twist and turn. The way she started to clench around you more forcefully. Her breathing, once steady and controlled, became fast and shallow. The grip on your fingers tightened as well, her hand's clasp around yours becoming almost painful.

“Si us plau,” she begged, her voice strained and trembling as she fought to hold back the powerful wave of her impending orgasm. Her tone matched the tightrope she was walking between control and surrender.

You didn't stop, humming lightly as you continued to work your fingers against her. She shivered at the sensation, her toes curling as she teetered closer to the edge. Her body tensed and arched in response to the wave of ecstasy that swept over her in a series of shudders and spasms. "Amor," she moaned, her voice hoarse.

You guided her through the aftermath, your fingers moving rhythmically in and out of her. You moaned softly, the sound escaping your lips as you savoured the taste of her. The tanginess of her essence was a distinct and cherished flavour. It was one of your favourite tastes – something that only you got to experience.

“Good, my beautiful girl. So, so good for me,” you cooed softly, your voice dripping with affectionate praise as her body finally stilled.

Her cheeks flushed deeply at your praise, the colour spreading across her face as she turned her head, avoiding your intense stay.

“Don’t go shy on me now,” you chuckled with a warm, encouraging smile, waiting for her to look back at you.

“Do you still want the strap?” you asked, your voice low as she locked her eyes with yours. The intensity in her gaze was unmistakable.

She nodded eagerly, but you weren’t going to let her off that easily. You raised an eyebrow at her, she knew your rules.

“Sí, your cock, por favour,” she finally replied, her voice laced with a hint of that earlier shyness but also with the undeniable need that only you could satiate.

“You want my cock, Ale?” you teased, each word dripping with lust. “You want me to fuck you? You want me to put my dick in you? Split you open? Make you cum for me?”

As you spoke, you slipped into the harness with practised ease, the leather straps sliding smoothly around your hips. The click of the buckles echoed in the room, a final, satisfying sound.

“Sí, mi amor,” she replied with quiet confidence.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you positioned yourself between her legs. “Bend your knees for me, beautiful,” you instructed gently, hands rubbing gently up and down her thighs. She complied without hesitation, drawing her legs up and opening herself to you with a trust that made your heart swell.

With a careful hand, you lined yourself up, the smooth plastic gliding through her wet folds with ease. You took your time, dragging it up and down. The slickness made the movement easy, but you were in no rush – this was all about her.

“I’ll go nice and slowly,” you promised, your voice soft and soothing. “It’s the big one, remember? Take as much time as you need.”

You offered your spare hand to her once again. She gripped it eagerly, her fingers intertwining with yours, the warmth of her hand in yours was grounding you both.

As you began to press forward, you kept your gaze fixed on her, every subtle change in her expression magnified in your focus. You moved with deliberate care, inching forward slowly, ensuring that every movement was as comfortable for her as possible. Her breathing quickened slightly, and her eyes widened as she adjusted to the sensation of the strap inside her, the stretch more intense than she had anticipated.

“Grande,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Instinctively, you froze, your concern for her immediate and palpable.

“Do you want to stop? I can get the oth–” you began, already preparing to ease back, ready to swap out for something smaller, more manageable. Before you could finish, she interrupted, her hand tightening around yours in reassurance.

“No, no,” she insisted quickly, her voice a little firmer now, but still soft. “Me gusta,” she said conspiratorially.

“Is that so? You like being stretched out, Ale? You like feeling every inch of me?” you teased, relaxing at her words. Your voice was playful as you began to push forward again, ever so gently. You drifted your thumb up to brush against her clit, smiling as she sighed softly.

You could see the effect your teasing and actions had on her immediately. Her breath hitched slightly, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she absorbed the sensation, the deliberate, slow stretch filling her completely. The way her body responded, the subtle arching of her back, the way her hips shifted to accommodate you, was all the confirmation you needed.

As you moved deeper, your voice remained soft but teasing, an intimate whisper that kept her focused on every inch of movement. “Tell me how much you like it, Ale,” you murmured, your tone still playful. You wanted to hear her say it, to make her voice the pleasure that was clearly written all over her face.

You continued your slow movement, watching her closely, gauging her every reaction as you pulled back only to push straight back in again. The way she responded to each stroke was mesmerising, making your breath hitch just as much as the way the strap rubbed against your own clit.

“So … so much,” she finally gasped, her voice trembling with the effort to speak through the waves of sensation coursing through her. “I need it, mi amor. It’s like I can’t breathe without it. A veces… when we’re both away… en el camp ... campamento…” Her words were coming in halting breaths now, each one laced with raw emotion. “Sometimes ... Yo tomo ... I take it with me so I can immmmmm" she broke off in a moan. "Imagine you're with me.”

Her confession hung in the air between you, a revelation that sent a thrill of heat down your spine. You sped up your thrusts, torn between watching the pleasure on her face or where the plastic met her flesh, seeing her stretched out around you.

“It hurts so good, mi amor,” she continued, her voice trembling, her legs moving to press against your arse. “And when I sit down the next day and I can still feel the sting, me hace feliz por dentro. At night ... sometimes I sit on it for hours ... and I can barely walk the next day.” She pressed her heels into your arse again, urging you to go deeper and faster.

Her words ignited something deep within you, a fierce pride and possessiveness, The image of her, away at camp as she worked herself up, so desperate for you, burned into your mind's eye. You thanked the lucky stars you were an athlete as you picked up your pace.

You dropped forward onto your hands, your chest pressing up against hers.

“Please, mi amor. Make me yours. Use me. Lo necesito por favor.” Her voice was raw, trembling with desire, a sound that sent a surge of heat through your entire body. You could feel her desperation, her deep, unrelenting need for you, and it only fuelled your own arousal to new heights. You had never been this turned on in your life, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

You leaned down, bringing your lips close to her ear as you continued to move, your hips rocking forward with a steady, controlled rhythm. “You’re already mine, Ale,” you whispered, your voice husky with emotion. “Every inch of you belongs to me. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

With those words, you increased the pressure, thrusting deeper, more deliberately, each movement pushing her further into the pleasure that was building inside her. You smiled at the the soft moans that escaped her lips growing louder, more frantic with every stroke.

Her hands gripped you tightly, one hand twisting into your hair while the other squeezed your bicep. You could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles trembled as she fought to maintain control, and it drove you to push her even further.

“You feel that?” you asked, your tone dark and possessive as you leaned back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. You pressed down gently on her stomach, thrusting into her determinedly. “That’s me inside you, my beautiful girl. Filling you up. Owning you.” You watched as her eyes fluttered shut, a shiver running through her as your words sank in, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Don’t hold back,” you urged, your voice a commanding whisper. “I want to hear you. I want to know how good I make you feel.”

Her response was immediate, her hips bucking up to meet yours. The sounds she made were intoxicating, each moan, each gasp sending waves of pleasure through you as you continued to thrust, your movements precise and controlled, drawing out every bit of pleasure you could from her.

You could tell she was close. Her walls clenching around you tightly, her hips meeting yours with every thrust. You were close too, the strap providing just the right pressure against your clit. Her moans were breathier now, toes curling against the small of your back."So sexy, Ale," you breathed, your voice hitching at the wave of pleasure that buzzed through you.

You moved against her, you lips brushing against her ear as you whispered, “Now, Ale. Cum for me. Show me how much you need this. Cum with me.”

The effect was immediate. Her body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she finally let go, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her trembling beneath you. The sound of her release, the way she called out your name, was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard, and it sent you spiralling into your own pleasure, the intensity searing itself into your memory.

You held her through it, your movements slowing but never stopping as you rode out the waves of your orgasms together, your bodies entwined. As the tremors of her release gradually subsided, you felt her body soften beneath you, her limbs going limp with exhaustion and the kind of satisfaction that made everything else fade away. The room was filled with the suddenly deafening silence; the only sounds were your mingled breaths as you both caught your breath.

You leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, a kiss that was gentle and tender, a total 180 what had just happened.

Breaking the kiss, you hovered just above her and smiled down at her. Her eyes fluttered open, a lazy, content smile spreading across her face as she gazed up at you, her fingers still lightly tracing patterns on your back.

You pulled out gently, using one hand to release the snaps on the harness and throwing it somewhere in the room to be dealt with later. “If this is what it’s like every New Year,” you murmured, your voice playful but laced with sincerity, “We are never going to a party again.”

She chuckled softly, the sound a low, throaty hum that made your heart swell.

“I think I can live with that,” she replied, her voice sleepy but filled with contentment. “Sólo tú y yo, mi amor. That sounds ... maravillosa.”

You brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, your thumb gently caressing her cheek as you leaned in to place another soft kiss on her lips. “That sounds absolutamente perfecta,” you whispered against her mouth, your heart full of the quiet joy that only moments like these could bring.

She sighed in contentment, snuggling closer to you as you lay down, her body fitting perfectly against yours. “T'estimo,” she murmured, the words barely audible as sleep threatened to take her.

“I love you too, Ale,” you whispered back, holding her close as the world outside faded away once more, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

“Happy New Year, my beautiful girl.”

[boofeine]

New Year's Kiss

pairing: seventeen x reader

genre: headcanons, suggestive

warnings: mdni, kissing, nothing much... it's kinda fluff

a/n: happy new year!!! wishing a wonderful 2025 ahead for you, and i hope all of your resolutions come to reality <3

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @kwannibalism

seungcheol runs to a taxi with your hands together, trying to hide from the sudden hard snow. you both sit breathless in the back seat, the air cold and funny as you both giggle around. the tip of your nose pinky that seungcheol finds cute and your plumpy lips way too tempting. "you look so cute" he suddenly bursts out, his palms hugged on gloves cagging your cheeks on an attempt to arm your face; but it just affects your stomach instead, the little butterflies as he stares your eyes and then your mouth. "can i kiss you?" he asks. your mouths connecting with the muffled cheers from outside telling you it's a new year ahead.

jeonghan has been flirting with you shamelessly for hours now. you know, you know this, you watch this happen with your group of friends a lot, you were just never the chosen one. he keeps teasing you, saying absurds and laughing later, you're actually getting frustrated... that's until you know it's a real thing. "thought new years would be a good place to start" he says when the clock is approaching midnight. you ask confused what he means, and he simply adds, "i really like you, would you let me kiss you?" and when the kiss is said and done, jeonghan stares into your eyes and asks you out.

joshua is sweet like the gentleman he is. he hugs you softly, wishing you a happy new year, his smile making his bambi eyes tiny, making it hard not to feel a little in love. he stays in your embrace, a kiss to the top of your head "happy new year, yn-ie" he says, and you reply with your cheeks aching from so much happiness. he breaks the silence after a few minutes "can i make a wish for this year?" he says and you nod on his chest "i hope i get a kiss from you" he concludes. you swallow dry, finally looking up at him "you have to wish something else" you were a little mean, you think, because his whole face twists but you're fast to add "because this one is already coming true" you say coming closer as your lips finally fits together with a air of relief.

jun sees you laying on the door frame by yourself. people are starting to run around, screaming it's close to midnight. you stay there watching the commotion with a vision of the outside, that you don't even realize jun joining you. his low tone catching your attention when he starts to count down as everyone does. you look up smiling to him as he does the same for you, his sight moving up and then back to your face. as you follow his eyes, you can see the mistletoe just above you two on the frame, you can feel your face flushing when he shoots "i guess you own me a kiss" his steps coming closer, the fireworks exploding outside, not even close to your heartbeat as your lips touches his.

soonyoung pulls you up on his arms with a tight hug while the fireworks explode around you. you both smile happily as he twirls you around on his arms, greeting you the new year with warmth and so much happiness. everything happens too fast, your kiss on his cheeks getting on the side of his lips before he drops you down, and everything stops around you, the pinning stare as you both lean to a real kiss this time around.

wonwoo just bumps on you in the middle of the party chaos. that being the first time you two make yourselves known on the place. you stop, greating each other warmly, completely forgetting new year is soon and you both should probably go find your friends and family before midnight. you just keep chatting and updating each other of how your lives are going, the kiss happening so suddenly and naturally. the fireworks startling you both as you just giggles on each others mouths, accepting the new start.

jihoon hates to make you sad, and he knows that chosing to stay alone at home on new years is one way to do it. he stares at the snow going down his window, reminiscing the call that happened just a few minutes ago, with you, and how he wanted to say he was sorry. the bell suddenly rings, and jihoon comes to open the door, with your figure right in front of his eyes, wet hair from the rain as you embrace him in a big hug. "i wouldn't spend new years with anyone else" you say, your lips coming together with his and passion as the clock hits midnight.

seokmin was wanting this for a while now but never was able to gather enough courage. and when he finally does, it's not in the greatest scenario, but he wouldn't lose that one last hope. the loude music and chatting echoes in the room as you both dance beside each other. he suddenly comes closer "can i kiss you when the new year turn" he shouts, and you wonder if you heard it wrong around all that noise. the sudden confection making you flush. your head screams YES!! but you're unable to word it out. but when midnight comes, he will know your answer with your lips pressed on his own.

mingyu is just as clumsy as you. your ways of greeting each other happy new year all over the place. you laugh together when you almost bump heads before the hug fit. the smiles dying down when your heads move to the side together, both with the same idea of landing a sweet cheek kiss that turns into a peck when you reach each other's lips instead. your eyes go big, and your body stiffs, but none of you pull out as you relax on his embrace and just kiss.

minghao is one of those people that you meet without warning, he's a friend of a friend of yours that came along for the year turn. it's been a few hours of conversation, but you're sure he'll be someone to keep for the next year. you can already tell honesty is his cup of tea, and he proves you right when he openly tells you how beautiful and easy to talk you are. "that's been actually the best conversation i've had in ages" he concludes and you want to die in shyness, you feel little butterflies in your stomach and the way his perfect shaped lips move when he's talking makes you want to try it. you go silent and he askes... as he is, you answer honestly "i was just wondering how your lips might taste", "you can try it out" he says and your lips meets more times than the whole year throughout this night, making it not different on midnight.

seungkwan promises to take you home after the new years party you both were. it's just on the door of your apartment that he makes out with you in the back of his car. it comes at a surprise how into it you are and how his hands hug you perfectly as he kisses you. the hot air around you both blurrying the windows as you just see the smug flashing lights from the fireworks that announce you it's a new year. "Happy new years, yn-ie" he says, caressing your cheeks as if you haven't kissed as you were hungry for it minutes before. — (edited from ripe clementines :D)

vernon had joked about it, how "funny" it would be if you get too tipsy on new years and ended up kissing each other. you laugh it out but he looked a bit too serious to be kidding. new years came and none of you were nearly drunk. just chatting and gaming until midnight. when it's close, vernon comes to you "turns out we are not tipsy nor kissing" he plays and you think 'what a shame', either way it's not from neither of your personalities ending up on this scenario. you decide to be bold and reply "is being drunk a requirement?", "to kiss me?" he asks, cleaning nonexistent dust from the tip of his nose while you just hum, looking up at him. "you can kiss me if that's what you asking" he's smiling but you're serious, coming to peck his lips before giving a real kiss that is very much welcomed. as the last seconds of the day ends, another year being gone, you think 'what a happy new year'.

chan spends new years with you every year since you were teens. he's someone you know from a family friend with yours, you both kinda grew with each other in small gatherings like this. night felt particularly different this time around, he grew a lot and suddenly talks and acts like a man, but jokes like a kid as always, has you laughing from literally anything he says. for chan, he knows his ways, he has a eye on you since forever and he finally sees a chance that he wouldn't waste. gathering all the courage to ask you out, he's surprisingly met with your lips on his. you just kiss and say nothing as he melts, feeling like he's in a dream... he will take it as a yes. maybe that's the magic of a new year.

[yelenasdiary]

3…2…1, Kiss Me

Pairing: CEO! Yelena Belova x Assistant Fem! Reader

Summary: Working on New Years Eve wasn’t exactly on your list of things to end the year with, but it definitely started the new year with something new. 

Fluff

Warnings: Alcohol consumption | 1.3K

AC: Happy New Year loves!!!! I hope this new year is exciting for you all! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

It was New Year’s Eve; most companies were still closed for the holiday season but not the one you worked for. Belova, a company that specializes in making high-quality tactical wear and supplying the U.S Army with everything from advanced combat uniforms and load-bearing vests to high-quality daggers. However, Belova is more than just a company. With your boss’s large range of connections, Belova also works as an organization, kind of like a spy operation. 

Your boss, Yelena, was kind enough to let everybody go home early today, only asking a few to come in till noon. Just because the world comes to a hold, those fighting in another country do not. You watched as your co-workers packed up their things and wished one another a happy new year as they left the office, you thought about leaving too but when you saw Yelena sipping her black coffee with a frown in her brows, you knew there was much more work to do than she originally led on. 

The room was eerily quiet, just the sounds of your fingers tapping along the keyboard as you continued to rename documents, send emails and occasionally printing off a document for your boss to sign. Outside, the city of New York was alive and patiently waiting to ring in the new year. 

Yelena, wandered out of her office, surprised to see you sitting at your desk with your air pods in and your eyes focused on the document you were writing up. “Y/n” she said, her voice breaking the silence of the room as she stood in front of your desk.

You quickly paused your music, taking out an earphone as you looked up at her. 

“What are you still going here?” She asked, checking her watch, “it’s almost 10pm!” She added in a slightly surprised tone. Time had flown by without her even noticing. 

“I promised you that I’d help you have anything wrapped up before the new year” you replied with a soft smile. Yelena studied you for a moment, wondering why on earth you’d give up your own time to help her. “I have a few documents here for you to sign, I wanted to just give them to you in bulk, so I didn’t bother you too much” you said, breaking the silence. 

Yelena smiled softly, “you’re too dedicated for your own good, you know that right?” She asked, admiring your dedication to her company. 

“I just really enjoy my job and besides, I don’t really have anything else to do” you replied, handing her a small pile of documents for her to sign. She took them kindly, “why don’t we take a break?” She suggested, “have you had anything to eat?” She asked. You shook your head, remembering the last thing you ate was some biscuits in the staff room. 

“I’ll go sign these, you order some food, order whatever you fancy, its one me” she insisted. You pulled out your phone and had a quick flick through the delivery app, “what about Thai?” You asked. 

“Sounds good!” She replied, her eyes sparkling as she turned on her heels and walked back into her office. 

Once the food had arrived, Yelena suggested the two of you enjoy a late dinner in her office. She poured you both a drink from her mini bar and put her computer to sleep, her entire attention was on you.

Her gaze softened as she looked at you, not very often did she feel her walls falling apart to allow somebody else other than family to see her soft side. “Tell me, if you weren’t here tonight, what would you be doing?” She asked, curious to know a little more about your life outside of work. 

“Honestly, I probably would’ve been curled up on the sofa binge watching a show until the countdown” you admitted, unbothered that most would find that somewhat sad. “What about you?” You asked, sipping your drink. 

Your boss grinned, “This. I would work” 

Your brows frowned softly, “why do you do that? I mean, why do you work so much that you barely have time to enjoy life?” You asked.

Little did you know that working as much as she did meant she got to be around you. She thought about all the time she stole a glance at you while you were too focused on your work to even notice she was admiring you from afar and all the times on your lunch break you’d bring her back a snack to assure she had eaten. Her growing feelings towards you scared her, she was your boss, and she didn’t want to do anything that would make her lose you, one of the best assets to her business.

Her soft smile faded, “it’s complicated” she started, “work is predictable, it’s something I understand. It’s a place where I have control, where most things make sense” she paused, her eyes struggling to look at you as she felt herself beginning to open up, “life outside of these walls feels, I understand it most of the time” she admitted. 

You noticed how the blonde was no avoiding eye contact with you, her words hanging in the air between you. “I understand that” you said, breaking the silence, “but sometimes the things that scare us is where the good stuff is” you leaned forward slightly, a soft smile playing on your lips, “work will always be here, life is limited. This company you’ve built from nothing will be around for many years after you’re gone” 

Finally, her eyes met yours once again. She noticed how her heart skipped a beat just looking into your soft eyes, she saw something in you that she’d never seen before. Words she wanted to let out trapped by her deep thought, her brows would furrow slightly when she thought about all the small things she never really had time to admire until now. 

“If work will always be here, why do you put in the extra hours?” She asked, trying to make sense of why you cared so much to make sure she wasn’t alone on such a night. 

“Well, I guess I’m no better” You chuckled lightly, God she loved seeing the way your eyes sparkled whenever you lit up. “Maybe that could be our new year’s resolution!” You suggested, “we should take this new year to have fun and enjoy life outside of these walls” you added. 

Yelena opened her mouth to reply when the faint, in sync chant of people began to count down from 10. You rose from your seat and wandered over to the large window behind Yelena’s chair, from her office you had a perfect view of the fireworks. Yelena, taking a brief moment to fight her inner thoughts finally joined you, standing beside you as she gently took one of your hands, making you turn to face her. 

“I don’t want to have fun and enjoy life outside of these walls without you” she admitted, taking you by surprise. 

5….

Your eyes scanned hers, wondering if she was messing around. She brought a hand to your cheek, “I know I’m your boss and I have so much respect for you so if this isn’t something you want, I’ll understand” she started, her thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

4….

“Yelena” you said in a low whisper. 

3….

You smiled softly, as you looked into her eyes. It wasn’t a secret to your friends that you had a small crush on your boss, but you never thought anything would happen between the two of you. 

2….

“Y/n” Yelena replied, matching your whisper. 

1….

“Kiss me” You said, not giving it another thought. 

Fireworks began to light up the sky as Yelena leaned forward, her eyes searching yours once more before pressing her lips against yours in a firm and confident kiss. Her lips sent a wave of electricity through you as you wrapped your arms around the back of her neck to deepen the long awaited kiss. 

Finally pulling away, you smiled softly against her lips. 

“Here’s to new beginnings” she said, her eyes sparkling with a newfound light.

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[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

So I just wanted to say your writing is the most delicious, delighted thing I ever read, I could basically inhale it :D It's like wow!!

Anyway just a small request (If ur not that busy) can you make hcs of how good parents the kid at the back characters would be if they had a kid with Mc. Please with ur fav ice cream with sprinkles and a cherry on top (if u like cherries) with extra scoops (u don't have to do it if u don't want to) If u do then ur officially getting a geo plushie for Christmas

THE ART OF PARENTAGE

First of all, thank you so much for the kind words! I'm glad you felt like you could request me, despite my inactivity and overall lack of existence here. I do thank you for the plushie though, looking forward to it. ;)

Sidenote: Pretty sure Brittney and Jess are too gay for each other to have the thought of kids cross their minds tbh.

-- Signed solemnly by @biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer AKA Sky Fort(resse)s and Burning Citadels <3

Let's start with the following: this man detests children. Cannot stand them. Would rather die than be in the immediate vicinity of one. Alas, all rules have their exceptions, and for Sol that exception would be your child. His child. The happy little accident that must've happened during one of your more intense sexual escapades. Oh well. Least you both agreed on just one.

Anyway in terms of being a parent, Sol is a very supportive and soothing dad. Considering how he grew up in neglectful, isolated and abusive circumstances, he would be nearly obsessive in the desire to make this family as safe, loving and wholesome as possible. He would rather be spat on by Ichabod than even consider the option of laying hands on either you or your child. He feels repulsed at the sheer idea.

Sol's a very poetic and artistic man, with a love for history and literature; in short, the 'humanities' side of things. He's the type of guy that would put in extra effort to entertain or educate his kid, especially if they're the more curious type. He'll also encourage his child to experiment with things, with a focus on arts and crafts and the theatrical. Don't be surprised if your kid starts spurting out "Splendid!" or "Stupendous" in the middle of dinner - which Sol cooks, mind you.

He'll be self-conscious of walking with his child, especially if you're with him, because despite how happy he is alongside you and this child, he's got a lot of insecurities. He's been attacked several times during uni in the middle of the day, the last thing he wants is for some idiot to recognise him with a child - call him a kidnapper or childfucker - or pull some other shit unto him.

If something happens to you? Or his kid? That man or woman is fucking 66 feet under. No way is he letting that slide, only thing that's gonna be sliding is his cock inside you every single night. His sex drive is insanely high, the fact you somehow only got one offspring from him is astounding.

Sol's a very patient man, and in topics he's good at (which is everything, to the surprise of many), he serves as a tutor, often encouraging his kid to ask him questions of any sort - he loves the morbid ones - and he does his best to explain in as child-filtered a way as possible.

Very protective father figure, will be insanely watchful over your child and especially anyone else who interacts with it. He's often torn between wanting his kid to be popular and happy, while also subtly wishing his kid learns that it's better to be a loner and to pick and choose friends through shared interests, hobbies or beliefs.

As for you? This man is dying to be inside you, whatever breeding kink he had amplified significantly after you fell pregnant, and while part of him was terrified at the idea of being a dad (and annoyed he has to hide his lust for you now), he gets so horny at the idea of you being pregnant he's willing to dick you down 24/7. To be fair, if you both had the stamina and your bodies held the endurance, he def would, but that's besides the point.

Put succinctly, Solivan Brugmansia is an awesome dad, and fully plans on being the absolute best parent (and husband and sex fiend) possible.

Here lies Subaru Oogami (2002-2024)

Cause of death confirmed to be sheer fear of sexual intercourse, ire at a 5yo and, of course, "The Big Question". that big question being "do you want kids"

May he eternally rest in peace.

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KIDDING!!! However, all jokes aside, Geo would rather be shot dead than be near a kid, and unlike the almightily horny emo 'freak' we know as Sol, Geo is repulsed by the idea of sex. AND children, so biologically the chances of him even considering it are near 0. Getting him to like you was labour enough, going into even more after 9 months is a crazy ask let's be real, and there's no way Geo will not be questioning why he's even here (look he's adopted if his dad left him he's gonna be shitting himself but at least he somewhat understands y'know).

The one way Geo can have a 'kid' with you is probably gonna be the same way Hyugo's family had him - adoption, and preferably not a newborn baby who shrieks and shits itself. Like a toddler is fine in his eyes (anything is fine but he'll never tell you that).

This child is definitely going to learn Japanese, piano and whatever the fuck else Geo and Hyugo were raised with and deemed somewhat useful.

Geo is a pretty stoic guy, and would remain so as a parent, but unlike with many others, he's much more attentive and considerate of both you and this child (he definitely gets along with this child, especially if it's also quiet and a loner like him).

Is the type of guy who gets severely attached but hates showing it, probably expresses affection through cutting fruits, cooking or doing something musically. Probably gives the child private concerts.

Would be extremely protective over the child, defends them at all costs, will use bodyguards - realize he doesn't trust them enough - and have the child holding his hand or in eyesight all the time. Hates feeling like he's not knowing what they're up to, if they're safe etc.

In terms of you, this man holds you in much higher regard. The fact you accepted his visceral hatred of sex, of everything, his fears and insecurities and stayed with him? Love him? AND decide to give another child a chance at life, like how the Sugimotos did for him? His heart is swelling his heart is ready his soul is in Heaven and his body is flushed at the thought that in a way, he does have a family with you. And, he doesn't hate it.

Banger parental figure and mentor, would be the type to drop bombshell level life lessons out of nowhere. ALSO IF THE KID IS INTERESTED HE DOES LITTLE COSMETIC THINGS WITH THEM. Mans would def play dress up to make the child satisfied.

"Mother, did you realize that Japan named an entire car franchise after dad?!" (Geo refuses to shatter this child's hope and faith in him lmfao).

Hyugo is a man of many words and a harsh past. He's seen a lot, done more, killed too many. In short, he's seen a lot of shit, so when he finds out you're pregnant after one of your more passionate escapades, he's stunned. Legitimately thinks you're kidding for a hot moment, before realizing you're serious.

He stood still when you told him, face eerily empty of emotion or feeling, before he stood up and lunged at you, pulling you into one of the most intense kisses he's ever placed on you. honestly considers doing it all over again to be certain but you don't need to know that

Mans is genuinely so excited he wants to burst. This child is learning Japanese and when old enough - self defense, jujitsu, kendo, whatever Hyugo thinks is efficient to learn (and also what he finds fun lmao); anything that can help the kid protect themselves and others. Speaking of protecting others, Hyugo's love of justice definitely is passed on. The kid and him watch true crime shoes (Rotten Mango and MrBallen are banger channels btw highly recommend).

Hyugo would 110% play video games with his child, the two would get highly competitive at times (Hyugo often lets the kid win, unless he's feeling particularly unforgiving), or stealing candy from the pantry and sharing it. May or may not take his kid to a gun club to learn how to shoot.

Wants the kid to stay away from the world of crime and murder by all means necessary, he can't afford letting that part of his life spread to his family - hence why he never speaks about why he tends to go missing for a while sometimes.

He'll even actively try to leave, and if he somehow temporarily escapes, he's taking you all somewhere far away, where no-one can ever find you.

He's wiling to kill, die and even live for you two, and that for Hyugo is everything.

Crowe is definitely on edge when the reality of his situation sets in. He's gonna be...a parent. He's the father of your child, you're the mother of his; the thoughts are swirling and twirling in his head as he's spiraling into a loop of sheer excitement and anxiety.

He's wealthy, he knows that he can provide well for you and the child, but all the logic and reason in the world can't calm his heart down. This is something he's secretly wanted for so long, but...the fact it's actually happening just hits different for him.

During the course of your pregnancy, this man may or may not get hot and bothered at the thought that you're so round and pregnant because of him. The fact you wanted this with him. Part of him is definitely struggling to remain composed. Definitely has anxiety about whether he'll be a good parent. Just to clarify, he is an incredibly good dad.

Crowe is someone I see being the dad who reads things to his kid, before bedtime or just in general. He's the type to serve as a role model asap. Will turn this child into the most well-spoken, respectful, kind little person the world has ever seen.

Is someone who helps with his kids homework, calmly explaining and re-explaining things and concepts to it. Tutoring always gave him a sense of calm peace, and it helps him bond with his kid, along with showing them early on that despite how sucky school is, you can still have some fun with learning.

Would do his kids' hair. Would go shopping with them and let them sit in the trolley (with some negotiation done by the child). He also like to share life lessons on these 'adventures', dropping quotes and morals so hard that the night said child was conceived looks light and dandy.

Would teach his kid how to cook, clean, do every chore possible, will find a way to make it fun( he def needed motivation as a kid lmfao). Also encourages his kid to go for walks outside, sometimes he even takes you all out stargazing. He'll teach you and your child every constellation and every star.

Crowe is definitely the type to memorise every appointment, friend, school, teacher etc. your kid has. The child and you matter so much to him, he's willing to ingrain everything to memory - the fact other men don't greatly concerns him - because you both are so worth it.

Would not mind if you asked him for another one, he loves the idea of building a family with you - and, well, seeing you pregnant - so expect that you both'll stop at...3?

TLDR: Crowe is a magnificent parental figure. Also teaches his kid how to be sarcastic.

Deryl is SO excited to be a dad, like beyond the normal levels a decent person would have. This guy is over the moon in terms of excitement, he becomes a jittery mix of terror and joy in the span of that day.

He becomes significantly more affectionate with you (so regular Deryl *12), insists on doing all the heavy work for you, is willing to fulfill all and any cravings you have during pregnancy; and even when the child is born, this man is hyperexcited.

He's a very loving and protective dad, willing to do whatever it is they wanna try or do (as long as it's not dangerous), especially if it involves sport. This man is willing to do all kinds of things in order to entertain his kid (and you).

Would definitely piggyback carry them everywhere while sharing random stories or fun facts he knows. Building off of facts, this man is pretty and smart, so he's gonna be a source of knowledge for your kid as well. He's an awesome role model as well, he's loving, sweet and he ensures his kid grows up respectful and loving life!

Deryl's a social butterfly, so he'd somewhat prefer if his kid was social as well, with good reason of course. He'd encourage your kid to know its worth and pick friends wisely. Would be an undying source of support if the child is sad or upset, whatever it is, he's gonna sit them down to watch a show and eat ice cream (totally doesn't get slightly more than acceptable for the both of them no he'd never).

Singing battles. Karaoke. Music, dance, performance. Deryl is so introducing his kid to music, every genre and every song you both like, will be princess twirling and everything.

He's become a source of prime amusement for the kid, not that anyone's complaining. He's also a prime partner and father.

The man will do his absolute best for you and this kid, and you're never gonna question or contemplate it for as long as you're with him (forever <3).

[princeloww]

This probably won’t be very eloquent, it is 3 in the morning, but I wanted to make a little (slightly more serious) new years post, because there's something I want to talk about.

I have got to meet such wonderful and brilliant people this year. Life is hard — the world is a terrible, terrible place — but those people, friends, mutuals, seem to make it worthwhile. I wanted to thank everyone who has been a part of my life this year, no matter how frequently or largely. Without you, without connection (even over the silliest, stupidest of things) I don’t know how I’d cope. Thank you for being part of this year. I hope, next year, we can stick together — no matter how hard things seem. No matter how rough the world gets. We will always have each other, and, in the end, that’s all there really is.

I also wanted to take a moment to highlight the people — person — we’ve lost this year. I did not know Tori, @dtmsrpfcringe, very well. We hardly ever interacted. However, when we did, it was unbelievably clear how bright and passionate she was. Even if you disagreed with her, with her takes or opinions, it is undeniable just how caring she was. She poured time and passion into the things she cared about, and used her time, her valuable, useful time, to defend others. She fought, even in small ways, for what she believed in. If that isn’t admirable, I don’t know what is.

Again — we didn’t know each other particularly well. She once shared kind words with me, but aside from that, we never really spoke. Despite it, I find myself thinking about her very regularly. She meant a lot to a lot of people. She brought brightness and wit into an otherwise drab world, and fought on — despite the cruel words she often received. 

I don’t think it matters whether or not you agreed with Tori. I think, regardless, her passing is a devastation and a huge loss to our community (or whatever you wish to call it). She was a loving, friendly, and passionate person who cared until the end. This must be an unbelievably hard time for the loved ones she left behind. The children. The family. In this time, in this period, my heart is with them. My thoughts are with them. I hope yours are too, as we push on and inevitably keep going.

It’s cruel, the way it has to go. It hurt, watching that queue slowly end. I know the people close to her, her dearest friends, must really be struggling. My thoughts are also with them. Grief is a horrible and strange creature. Sometimes it never goes away. Despite not knowing her, not personally, I don’t think I’ll ever forget Tori. The small impacts she made on my life. The large ones she made on others’. 

I remember reading, once, a horrible ask she received. Somebody told her they wished her new-born baby would die. I think about that quite regularly too. I think about the horrid, miserable person you have to be, to send a message like that. To think it up, and think it socially acceptable to send to someone. To tell anyone — let alone an exhausted mother with a new-born baby. 

I don’t know who sent that ask. I probably never will — that’s just how things go. But I hope, somewhere, wherever they are, they learn to wake the fuck up. Even if you disagree with someone, you never know what they’re going through. There is never, ever, an acceptable situation to say that to someone. Would you walk up to a mother in a hospital and tell her you hope her baby dies? I’d hope not. What makes it different? Is it because your name isn’t attached? You feel invisible, labelled as anonymous? It’s, frankly, really pathetic. I hope whoever sent that, even if just in the tiniest way, takes something out of this tragedy. I hope, at the very least, that they feel an ounce of regret. 

That’s probably being far too polite. I hope they wake with regret. I hope they struggle to shake it — but they probably won’t. Some people are just horrible. It’s a horrid, rotten truth of the world. It’s the reason Tori fought. The reason she kept posting, sharing kind words and challenging what she thought wrong. 

I think we all, sometimes, need to challenge the things we disagree with. Speak out. Give others, those too shy, a voice. But at the same time, I think we need to realise that these people are human. Is empathy really that difficult? Behind every comment, there is a human being. Someone who thinks, someone who breathes, someone who feels things just like you. How is that so hard to understand? How could you type up a horrible message, a message like that ask, without an ounce of perspective? 

It’s really baffling. I don’t mean to be negative — but I really think we should take something from this. Realise just how human we all are. I mean, some of these things we fight over are petty as fuck. That’s, unfortunately, the reality of it.

When it comes to admittedly silly things like fandom discourse, I think we should take a moment to remember just how fleeting this really is. Fight for what’s right, speak your thoughts, funnel that passion into something useful — use your voice to speak for others’, to share your kindness and make someone’s day, but also remember that, underneath it all, we’re just people. People who think. People who feel. People who used to play stupid games as children and learn the same things. 

If you disagreed with Tori, on anything at all, I don’t want to hear it. Not on this post. You’ll be blocked, immediately, if you do. There’s a time and a place. This is not that time and not that place.

Going into this new year, into this new part of life, I just hope our thoughts can remain with Tori. She was such a bright, caring person, despite whatever she might have been going through.

Children are without their mother. That will always be hard. Devastating. 

I just hope, maybe, we can try to have a bit of perspective. Remember those that we love, those that we’ve lost, and that everyone, underneath it all, is just a human. 

I’m beyond grateful for the people I’ve met this year and had the privilege to interact with. This includes Tori. She will be missed — infinitely, I’m sure — but she will also be remembered. 

Send someone a nice message. Ask how they’re doing. You never know what will happen. 

Happy new year. May we push on together. 

[coastxlwaters]

Yawns and stretches

Well uh... I wasnt planning on making one of these bc i appreciate everyone so much i cant put it into words... But ah. Lets go

This is gonna be extremely cheesy, also remember im making this half asleep and even fully awake i couldn’t explain how much i care for you all

No specific order, lit just what pops up as moot first:

@escapetheslaughters Hey Ze! I love your ideas and creativeness, even if at times i have to back away due to my uncomfortableness with ykw related topics. You are by far one of my most trusted moots even though i trust all of them with my life, and i wish i could call you my father, but im happy to atleast call you my friend

@eternal-soup Hey soup, god you have pulled me through some rough times without even knowing it. I cant tell you how much i treasure our few and far between interactions but god you are just a great person to call my friend. I cant put it into words for how muchi care for you, but if i ever hear that someone was rude to you i would go to war on your behalf

@eclipsen-smiles Hey Clips Mod, i dont know you too well but you do take up a special place in my heart, you are a very wonderful person with great character building, i wish i could say i knew you more but i respect that you find more likeness in others and not me, im just happy that i know you well enought to call you a friend

@theinfamousmaybelle hi maybelle!i dont know you too much but when we do interact it calms many of my always frazzled nerves!

@im-just-a-dumb-gay Hey Gay, oh god icant put into words how much i appreciate you. You wereone of my first ever moots and i am so happy i have had the fortune to have you in my life

@inkyucu Hey Inky! We may not interact much but i hold you near and dear to my heart, you always know the right thing to say somehow and always make my days better!

@itsahotminuteinbetween hey minute! Oh god, agajn, i cant put it into words but you are a treauredpart of my life i could have never hoped for, as i aslent lurker myself i always understand you not being able to interact much due to social anxiety and i appreciate whenever you become braveenough to interact with me, i am trying to telepathically hug u as i type this i hope you feel it-

@obsessivecelestial i havent known you for long, Celestial, but you make people i care for happier than i ever wish i could, please, please continue to be their friend because you have an untouched power for making people happy

@o-i-w-u hey Charlie! I miss when we were able to interact alot, but i still silentl lurk through your blog for memories of when we would interat alot. You pulled me through one of the roughest times i have ever had and i still appreciate the hand you offered for mine

@potatotato-26 Hey Tato, god, i miss you so much. I think about you every single day, your anxiety about uour art, your little quirks, you bring light to many people and i ask you continue to do so even if ur not in the tsams fandom anymore, u will forever be one of my role models

@strawberry-arrowtip Prime, Prime, Prime, i cant put inro words how much i just LOVE u /p, you have been there for me since my early days under the user of ’CoastxlWaters’ or ’Xellia_eclipse’ you have been one of the best role models for me and i cherish ur existence in my life, though i cant decide whether you are brother figure or father figure <3

@froggielovescoffee Oh Forrest,god your terrifying in a good way, i cant believe i have an amazing artist following me of all people, much less being able to call you a friend!

@h-didanart H, H, H H H H, god I have always loved your stuff and always will your aus fascinate me and your support for whenever I try to do something has never went unappreciated, also, you made one of my absolute bestest of friends as happy as they are, and I think you know who they are, wink wink

@just-a-normal-nova Nova I cannot stress how much I care for you, you are literally part of my family in my head, your older brother btw💥 but anyways, god i hope you get the man ur looking at and i hope you are the happiest you can ever be even if i have to someday leave you behind in my online life

@knizuu Same as your brother, Knizuu, i cant put into words how much i care baout you, i am hugging you and burying my head in ur chest out of appreciation rn

@letthebloodrunlikeariver we dont talk much but for fuck’s sake you are treasured, treasured i tell u, treasured.

@liminal---nightmare-aliza oh Liminal- oh god i miss u so much... I hope you are living a great life even ifim not even noticed in it

@loony2star LOONY, LOONY LOONY LOONY, OH LOONY, GOD I CANT PUT MY APPRECIATION INTO WORDS BUT YOU ARE- SOSOSO- GREAT? AMAZING? TREASURED? SOMETHING LIKE THAT!-

@creaturenamedchoir Choir i literally cant say anything when it comes to you, when i do all i end up seeing in my head is me hugging ur sona with my shark onesie with caption: ’Big brother’

@brightsstar i dont know u that well but ur creations lighten my mood every time i see one!

@multifandomcutie13 oh god u are so treasured in my life i think ill cry if i try to explain, even if u are ominous smt with ur messaging and get the wrong idea you are still an amazing person!

@mellonaide-skys KASHI, I think you know how much i appreciate you, i could make entire posts for every single one of my moots and you would still be in my mind waiting for ur turn to be yelled at with appreciation

@morriganfey i call u every day, u help me through some of the worst times in my life, i cant put my appreciation into words but everytime i hear your voice i smile and my self deprecating thoughts become a little less heavy, i care for you more than almost everyone else on this list. I am sorry for anyone else reading this, but Fey has heard me crying and helped me more than i could even hope for

@capring *sobs into ur chest* i care for you so much i cant tell you how much of an impact you have made on my life and not sound like im overexagerating but you certainly had a huge impact like Fey’s, i care for you deepky and wish i could flick a wand and watch yoir worrkes melt away

@librarian-computer My unbelievably anxious friend, you are treasured and u can talk to me about anything, though i do ask that u message me when u lose motivation for an rp so i can cut it off or try to help <3

@bittyfromquotev you are a role model and i cant say nothing else without sounding really, really crazily happy and i sadly have reputation to uphold

@sunny-inajar ifyou killed me i would die happily/silly but actually, you were one of the biggest motivations in my life and you continue to be, im so happy i have the continued ability to call you a moot

My hands are hurting from all this typing and i know this isn’t everyone byfar but im in more pain than i am in when doing chicken scratches to vent-

I love all of you

So much

I am so tired and slow

I hope i worded this right

But you are truly gifts in my life

Everyone of my moots and people i trust

You are all gifts

[just-a-carrot]

I'm not really in the mood to make a festive Happy New Year's post. So instead I'll just say... we made it. I made it. You made it. The year is over and we're still here. And that is enough.

It's no real secret by this point but 2024 has been one of the worst years of my life. From constant anxiety and panic attacks over job stability in the spring, to losing two family members, to the depressive spiral I entered after finishing OW, to the second spiral in the fall just when I thought maybe I was finally doing a bit better and everything came crashing back down, my mental health has been worse than it's ever been. And I've spent a lot more nights than I'd like to admit wishing I wouldn't wake up in the morning. (And downed a lot more sleeping pills than I'd like to admit because it's the only OTC thing I can get to mildly decrease my anxiety and help numb me a bit LOL)

I just want... this year to be over. Even though I have no hope for 2025 either and mostly just feel anxious and hopeless about it. But I will continue trying. Continuing grappling for the bits of joy that can keep me going. And maybe I finally will get a little bit of calm and peace. Who can say. I guess we'll see what 2025 decides to bring. I just really want to feel a bit better finally. And I hope that 2025 might take pity on me and allow me some mental respite.

2024 did have its moments of joy. Despite it sending me into the spiral, I am ofc glad that I finished OW finally this year. I consider it one of my greatest accomplishments. And I still can't believe that I put 3 whole years of work into this thing and just how much of my soul went into it. Even if my depression keeps trying to convince me that it (and me) are worthless.

I feel like I grew a lot in my art over the year. Trying new and more complex things. Getting better at composition and poses. Which led into my starting Broomtail, which gave me really the first renewed spark of creative joy since releasing the finale and actually made me excited to work on something again.

Speaking of joy amidst melancholy, DD2 was released this year, and it became the one thing that could keep me going at times. It brought me so much joy and inspiration when nothing else would. And it still holds my heart captive in its grip. From all the DD2 art I did, to the O2A2 game, to my silly tragic music video, to a very self-indulgent fanfic, it gave me so much creative energy, and I want to do more art for it in 2025 too! (And I'm still waiting for that DLC, Capcom...) I can't think of another game ever that's had this much of a hold on me before. Though I do attribute much of that to the fact that in my head it's mostly an OW AU since I could make Iggy and Genzou and play out their tragic love story and it was so beautiful and Genzou was so so sweet and cute GUH. Yeah... that helped a lot.

I think my main goal for 2025 is just to keep trying. To keep surviving. To keep trying to find hope and joy where I can. To believe that I can feel better and things can be better. Even when it's hard. And that hopefully... hopefully I will be able to find some peace in there finally.

I do have various projects I'd like to work on too. Like finishing the remaster, continuing Broomtail, maybe working on another game later on. But I'd rather just think of those as things I'd like to do for myself and because they bring me joy, rather than as any kind of goal or pressure. Especially since I never want to make any promises given the instability of my mental health.

I'm just so tired always. And I hate feeling scared and worthless all the time. I hate feeling trapped. Even if I know it's my own life choices and debilitating fear of change that has led to a lot of this. So it's my own fault in the end. But I hope I can find some solace. And I hope you can, too. I hope 2025 will be a kind year to everyone. And even if it's not, that we can find some joy and hope to help us through it.

Sorry this felt a bit morose LOL I guess I wanted to just take this opportunity to reflect back on the year a bit for some catharsis. I shall now sleep for 24 hours to recover from my flight hahaha.

if you saw this post a day ago for a few seconds i'm sorry -- i was working on it in my drafts and must have accidentally clicked post instead of save(??) somehow(???) idk but it posted and i panicked and deleted it and then had to rewrite it from scratch LOL

[connecting-the-stars]

Growing up as a teenager who watched Supernatural, probably affected me… for worse or better. But what am I supposed to do when my friend is now watching for the first time in a house of a “Anti-woke” father. Like should I warn her of the ending?? Of the meta call outs of Fanfiction??? Of everything with Dean and Cas????

Hung out yesterday and the episode of “Ghost-facers” came on from s3 and I literally subtly as possible and forward past the ending interview. “How gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day.” Her dad in the kitchen that can very much see everything. My heart was racing. This is a man who denied COVID and was any anti-masker until he got COVID. He’s very loud with his opinion of “Woke.”

He asked me today while he cooked us breakfast if I liked the show and I said yes and it ofc my ass started talking about it and he realized that I had seen it before but my friend had not. I wish I could lie better but I can’t and my friend would have definitely been confused if I did lie to him.

She wouldn’t have problem with what the show includes but her dad would, and they often sit together watching tv. He was watching Supernatural with her when I got over season 3. The family knows that me and my mother enjoy - enjoyed (not the finale) the show.

She is leaving soon back to college but she literally just started season 4 today. I feel like i should give her a heads up so she doesn’t get in trouble from her dad.

[oh-shtars]

❄️ “The Gift of Giving” 🎁

(A horribly late RFTS! Holiday and New Years Special)

[1/3]

………….

The Kingdom of Rosas has always offered shelter to many with nowhere else to go. This has been ever since their very first ruler.

For nearly a century, generation after generation of benevolent sorcerers studied and used magic to rule, to protect, and to maintain peace and order. But most importantly of all?

To serve.

The latter rang true the loudest during King Kristopher II’s reign. A king well-known in Rosas’ history for being incredibly close to his kingdom. He would dress as any ordinary citizen and interact amongst them despite all expectations for royalty.

He would talk about the weather with them. Give generous gifts to them. Laugh with them. Listen to stories with them. And in return, the people loved him dearly. Kristopher wasn’t just their king, but a friend. His very reign inspired those next in line for the throne to more personally engage with Rosas.

But while time is a gift to be treasured, it’s also a fleeting one.

Despite the graveness of it all, Kristopher only had one last wish on his deathbed. For the people not to mourn him, but to carry on gifting and laughing with each other as if he was still there. Many tears were shed on the day he passed away peacefully in his sleep. But his memory was honoured through one very special day each year.

“Krisdando”

A day of good spirit and merrymaking in Rosas. Marked by many families and friends coming together to laugh and exchange gifts. What makes this a unique holiday is that it’s the only one not to take place in the castle’s Great Hall, but instead in Alegre Square. The old king had dedicated his final months into leaving a permanent gift there for the people, wanting both royalty and their subjects to continue celebrating it together for as long as forever. And so, this tradition stayed in honour of his dying wish.

Decades later, this year was no exception. People of different backgrounds had plans to go witness the special event in Alegre Square that night. Kitchens were busy. Food baskets were being packed. Last-minute shopping of gifts are taken care of. Everyone is looking forward to the holiday’s evening!

Well… Mostly everyone…

………….

“Please your Highness? I sort of promised my family I’d come to Alegre Plaza with them this year…”

The royal assistant of Rosas tried her best to peek beyond the stack of books she was holding while simultaneously, making sure none of them fell off. King Magnifico sat from across her in the seat of his study’s cluttered work table. His brow furrowed as he read through a paper in hand, mumbling to himself.

“Ugh, what do you mean I have to-“

“…Sir?”

He massaged his temples, clearly irritated. “What is it now, Asha?”

The king’s voice raised like a wave and drummed against her ears. Asha flinched. Magnifico’s temper had the potential to be a beast of its own. It was already common sense in the castle not to get on his bad side, especially today of all days when he already had plenty on his plate for the holiday. She shrunk behind the books she carried, not sure if she should risk it.

“Mi Rey, take it easy on the poor girl. She only has the innocent wish to celebrate Krisdando like everyone else.”

Queen Amaya lightly scolded from one of the many mirrors that adorn the royal study. The moment she finished laying on the last sparkly touches for her Krisdando hair-do, she quickly dismissed her own reflection in the same manner someone would swat a fly. (She honestly didn’t understand the appeal her husband found in having this many mirrors in one room. Personally, she couldn’t stand it.)

As her Majesty approached, Asha felt like she can breathe again. A convenient little air bubble in the depths that pushed her under. The solid island to Magnifico’s sea. It wasn’t much to Asha, but at least she can feel a little more at ease with the queen nearby.

Almost instantly, the king softened upon meeting his wife’s firm eyes. “Right. Ahem, Excuse me.”

Straightening up, Magnifico folded his needed letters semi-neatly into his royal robe before glancing up at the two in his presence. His assistant knew, however, that the half-apology wasn’t intended for her.

Why would it be?

Magnifico got up from his seat and went around the table, casting the bare minimum of a glance at Asha in acknowledgment.

“Forgive me. I still have yet to discuss and clear up matters with the castle kitchen staff for the holiday event tonight.”

Absentmindedly, Magnifico flicked a finger and his precious star-studded staff glided into his hand, wedding ring glinting from its glow. Besides the staff, a book from the tower she was holding flew over to the king’s other empty hand. She luckily managed to use her quick reflexes to maintain the tower’s balance when it wobbled.

Heavens above, he only needed one this whole time?

“As for your leave, Asha. I trust that my lovely wife,” He gave a quick peck on Amaya’s cheek, who smiled lovingly in return, “-will make the final decision for that matter.”

As Magnifico left and effortlessly opened his book on the holiday’s history, a glimmer of hope rose in Asha’s chest. While the queen wasn’t perfect, Amaya at least treated the girl like she was more than just her job. Maybe….Just maybe…. she would take pity on her?

“It would really mean plenty for my Ima and Saba if I could join them in celebrating.” Asha placed the books down onto the desk with a faint thud, relieving some tension from her tired shoulders.

“…Would….would that be okay?” She asked, unconsciously gripping onto her sleeves. While she’s gotten more comfortable now, she still watched her tone when testing the waters. Amaya is still royalty after all…

The queen’s green eyes studied the assistant’s face, holding the smooth tension of the air like a delicate wine glass. There was a sort of desperation in the girl’s demeanour.

Was she really still that willing to go outside? Amaya wrote down a mental note. Hmm… Looks like that area could need some more work.

“Oh dearest, you know I would be delighted to have you join us tonight,” She began. Asha held on to every word, as eager as a small puppy. It was almost adorable. Amaya had to resist a grin. “However, what I believe Magnifico was trying to say earlier is that….it all just feels so overwhelming.”

That little light in Asha’s eyes fizzled. “….Oh?”

Amaya feigned a look of sympathy at the king behind her, whose attention had already shifted from his book to do something else more important. Apparently, that “something else” involved smoothing down and fixing his cloak in a mirror.

Asha followed her gaze with an incredulous look. She quickly hid it when Amaya gestured to follow her, on which she obliged.

The queen opened the balcony doors of the study room wide, allowing rays of the late noon to enter and spread along the floor. The orange warmth settled along nicely along the interior’s cool blues and whites as a faint breeze tickled the girl’s face. Beyond the castle gates and courtyard was the marketplace. It appeared that the rush hour from the morning had long since calmed down, with only a few people left buying their much needed supplies.

Asha exhaled. Has it really been that long since she last went out? How busy had she been the past week?

Amaya’s voice paused her thoughts before she could question any further.

“As rulers of Rosas, it is our duty to make sure everything is as it should be in the palace before commencing the celebration in the square right on time.” She nodded her head to the right in the direction of Alegre Square. Despite the distance, the decorations for the Krisdando event can still be seen. It’s hard not to when the plaza looked like an intricate spiral of cool, lively colours in the wide stretch of a blank canvas that was their kingdom.

Everyone had plans to be there…

Amaya rested a hand on Asha’s shoulder. “You understand, don’t you? I’m sorry, but I’m sure the king would need you in here the most.”

(Tiny Flicker sidenote buuuut this was honestly what I initially thought the canon!movie was going to take their relationship into. Oh well-)

“No. No, not really.” Magnifico muttered offhandedly from inside, fixing his hair. Amaya’s frustration cracked through her mask and disappeared as quickly as it appeared. This man-

“But with all due respect Ma’am.” Asha practically begged. “It’s just that I made a promise. And I really wish to-“

“I know, I know. I understand it’s difficult.” Amaya interrupted once more. “But we all need to make sacrifices sometimes, don’t we? As queen, I know the feeling very personally. Especially when it comes to dedicating all my time and effort for my kingdom.”

Asha fiddled with her bracelet nervously. For Rosas…

Isn’t this one of the main reasons she’s working closely with the king and queen? To make a difference in people’s happiness so that they don’t have to undergo what she had years ago?

That was why she’s here. To lessen the load however she can. It’s just another sacrifice. It’s not like this was the first time anyway. Besides, while the main event was tonight, celebrations will still continue for about a week. Her and her family’s going to have to settle for that instead.

In finality, even with the guilt panging within, Asha nodded. Disappointment weighing down any actual words from escaping. I’m sorry, Ima. I’m sorry, Sabino. Looks like I’ll be missing the Krisdando bloom this year too…

The girl’s face was gently lifted up to look back into Amaya’s gentle, motherly gaze. The woman used a hand to push a stray curl behind her ear to comfort her but Asha only shivered uncomfortably, biting back a grimace.

Amaya led her back inside the study, only turning to close the balcony doors and shut out the outside. The warmth and colours faded away, going back to the stagnant air of the indoors. Asha gulped down the lump in her throat.

“How about this?” Amaya seemingly noticed, smiling brightly, “Once you clean this whole study up and bring Espino to sleep, then you can come along.”

As if on cue, Asha felt a sharp stare pierce right behind her. When she turned, a blue feline eye narrowed from on top of the stack of books she had just placed. The striped black and grey tail of the royal sphinx cat swished side-to-side, further disturbing the already tense waters of the room.

(Not a perfect reference for Espino but this is close enough since I don’t have his design just yet.)

“We would take him with us but, you know how much he hates the cold nights outside.”

Asha watched silently as Espino gracefully dropped down from his little podium. Smug as ever. Ready to be pampered.

Oh.

Oh stars, this is going to be a handful…..

Despite having one eye clawed and blind, what Espino lacks in vision, he makes up for his extraordinary skills in sneaking into spaces, both high and low, with minimal effort. Paired with his spoiled and stubborn attitude, once he’s settled somewhere where he’s unreachable, one might as well just forget it.

Though, maybe it’s not hopeless just yet. The cat isn’t fully unreasonable. One right deal and he’d be all down for it. The main problem here would be finding one….

At least the queen was kind enough to not completely forbid her from going tonight, right? Asha shouldn’t be too ungrateful. They’re all trying their very best.

While Asha considered her options, bickering whispers arose between the royal couple a short distance away.

“You seriously cannot be thinking of leaving that nuisance here in my study!-” The king differed.

“Please, overreacting doesn’t do well for your image, Mi Rey. Asha is harmless.”

“The girl is just above tolerable. You know I’m referring to the cat.”

Actually, having both in his study sounded worse than just having one of them. While things may not look very tidy, Magnifico had his own system of organising stuff. It’s frustrating when his things just aren’t left where he wanted them to. Asha already almost never gets it right. But Espino? That damn cat might as well just own the place.

“You’ve already banned him from our sleeping chambers, Magnifico. One night here won’t kill you.” Amaya rolled her eyes.

He scoffed. “Can you blame me? He’s lucky you won’t let me get him declawed.”

An angry hiss shot at the king from the obvious source.

“Brats.“ Magnifico swore. Luckily for the feline, one simple touch on the arm from Amaya was all he needed for him to regain his composure. With a dramatic swish of his cape, Magnifico left the room like a soured peacock. The queen sighed as she watched her spouse leave. He’s lucky he’s not banned from their chambers alongside Espino already.

Before Amaya went to join her husband outside, she turned to lock eyes with her beloved pet. The sphinx cat received the message and grinned. With a haughty huff, Espino stood up and “accidentally” used his hind leg to send the book tower down to the floor with a

Thud.

Thud!

THUD!!

“Wha-?! Oh nooo-“ Asha groaned, instantly kneeling down to smoothen the creases on the pages.

“Mroow…” Espino purred innocently as he peered over the edge. Amaya took one step towards her to “help” before Asha stopped her.

“No, no, no. It’s okay, Queen Amaya, I can take care of it. You and the king can finish and look over the rest of the preparations for Krisdando.”

Amaya rested a hand on the study’s door and tilted her head. “Will you be alright darling? Again, I apologise. If you want a tip from me, Espino gets calmer when it’s warm so try to keep the fireplace going.”

Asha politely looked up from the books and smiled reassuringly, pressing at least 2 of them to her chest. “I’ve got it under control.”

The queen warmly returned the smile, one that gave Asha just a tiny bit of comfort. “Your father would be so proud to see you in his footsteps. I truly hope we see you there too tonight.”

Unbeknownst to the girl, a shadow fell upon the queen’s face the moment she turned her back to leave the study. Dangling hope just above the poor thing by a string?

Aww, How amusing…

………….

Author’s Notes:

✨✨ Happy belated Holidays and New Year!! 🎉🥳🎉

YEAHH! First Post of 2025!!! :DD

If you haven’t noticed already, do not fret because this is only 1 out of 3 written parts for this special! ;)

(Ignore the fact I spent late nights trying to write this in time for Christmas and failing SOOO hard anyway. Which is why I decided to write this as both a New Year and Christmas gift to the RFTS!fandom :3)

I’m so glad I managed to get Part 1 done because while it’s fun to write this all out, it’s been a pain to find time doing it with me being out travelling. I really wanted to finish this as a gift for all the lovely people in this fandom to enjoy. And I hope you all do! 💖

While Part 1 is written for Asha’s dynamic with the king and queen, I’ve planned out Part 2 to introduce Flazino himself, so you can look forward to that!

I have you all to thank so much for being the highlight of my first half of 2024. This Wish AU fandom is one of the most wholesome I’ve ever been in. 😭😭

January is going to be quite eventful for me. Once I’m done with the remaining parts for this, I’ll be getting back to solidifying character reference sheets and the story. Plus, maybe some doodles. (Most if not all of them are now digital art from me~ Surprise!!)

And Guess what? It’s going to be the RFTS! one year anniversary on the 23rd!! 👀✨✨. And I’m completing another orbit around the Sun in this month too on the 14th :,). Sooo yippee?

I’m honestly so touched that people are still around to look forward for the future of this story. I fear daily that I’ve killed people with waiting. Thank you so much!!! You’ve all been quite the motivator when the writing process gets difficult. Enough words can’t express this enough. Love y’all! 😭💖💖

(Lastly, lol sorry not sorry for leaving you all with an evil cliffhanger)

See you at the next part! Best Wishes from yours truly, Flicker! <33

@thesafireartist @ficsinhistory @annymation @uva124 @tumblingdownthefoxden @cocoapowderpictures @chillwildwave @rascalentertainments @spectator-zee @snackara @your-ne1ghbor + More!

[luckybyler]

What are your wishes for 9-1-1 on 2025? (We listen and don’t judge):

Mine are:

1. Buddie canon

2. Tim Minear getting a planner AND USING IT

3. An El Paso episode full of Diaz family drama. I’m talking everything from Chris’ custody to a fight over Eddie’s sexuality, to Tia Pepa’s deep dark secret, to who gets to inherit Los terrenos de la abuela and it turns out there’s a secret treasure buried beneath them, etc.

4. A musical episode

5. A B shift episode. I wanna see our favourite people from the point of view of other firefighters and first responders at the 118 and other houses

6. Athena and Bobby having to be a couple outside of permanent chaos

7. Find a way to either give Buck’s baby to him or to officially retcon that stupid sperm donor storyline. “Just pretend it didn’t happen” doesn’t do it.

8. A bottle episode. Maybe a Quiet shift with zero calls.

9. An episode where they’re reunited with ALL of their parents - the Buckleys, the Diaz, the Hans, the Grants, Karen’s parents if they exist, Hen’s mom and Clive… and have them clash in a wonderful horrible-parenting-off. Please invite Abuela and Tia Pepa too just to watch. And bonus if the children are there as well. I wanna see them calling each other out and flinging uncomfortable truths at everyone else and stuff. Throw in a narcissistic “heart attack” or two. The drama would be delicious.

10. Decent screen time for Chris. That goes hand-in-hand with point 2.

11. A love interest for Josh

12. A FOREST FIRE as the big disaster. Because this is LA.

What are your wishes for 2025?

[nastasya--filippovna]

Happy New Year!

As we step into this brand new year, I want to take a moment to send my wonderful friends all my warmest wishes. May this year bring you moments of peace, growth, and joy—filled with love and laughter in abundance. Let it be a year of new beginnings, where dreams are pursued with courage and every challenge becomes an opportunity to grow stronger.

Thank you for the memories we’ve shared and the journey we’re continuing together. I will never be truly able to find the words that express how grateful I am to this community that has brought me my friends and loved ones and filled my days with endless joy and magic. I’m grateful for you all, and I can’t wait to see where this new year will take us.

Happy New Year! Here’s to a year of happiness, good health, and endless possibilities! 🌟

Here's to us and our ineffable little family (some postcards from 1941).................... to our world

@sakuranova07 the love of my life and my angel...... I can't wait to start this new year with you and the magic you fill in my life

@spiteful-summer-of-sixteen my bestie, my confidant, my no.1 pain in the ass, the doctor to my donna.... best sibling ever <3

@glitterypin @abiiii-ineffable the kindest, most supportive friend one could ever wish for..... even in ones darkest hours she sees the best in you..... remember y'all to ask Santa for a friend like her next year

@glitterypin Sweetest, sassiest, wisest, kindest older sister ever.... thank you for never giving up on your tumblr siblings and for brainrotting with us all year round! You're the best

@pan-bookish-ent proof that 2024 was unhinged.... how our friendship began and blossomed. I hope this year sees us being stronger than ever

@turtlenec-crowley my first ever tumblr mutual who came back after a long hiatus.... I missed you buddy

@davidtennantgenderenvy still wondering how are we mutuals and why do you still put up with my crazy unhingedness.... love you, you're AMAZING... keep being awesome and everyone's favourite Tumblr queen.

@reloha without your love and support I don't think I would have ever started writing. Thank you for helping me get over my fears and pushing me to do the one thing that was actually my biggest passion.

@suburbia-and-brentwood-market I love our long seamless conversations at the most ungodly hours of the day/night..... looking forward to a billion more of them. You are my favourite film nerd after all <3 ;)

Special shoutout to all my tumblr mutuals @paintedpineleaf @phoen1xr0se @goodoldfashionedlunatic @princeloww @aq2003 @dreamsfrozenincandyland @shadesofecclescakes @do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas @consanguinitatum @mystic-mae @inezrable @elsinore-and-inverness ..................... tumblr just wouldn't be the same without you guys!!!! Here's to another year of being awesome together, for loving and never giving up, and filling this world with unbridled joy....... y'all are my found family.

I also want to dedicate this one to @dtmsrpfcringe ! We all miss you, and I wish we'd gotten to start this year and many more years with you. You are remembered. <3

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[flopsxii]

happy new year! — sano ‘mikey’ manjiro

in which you spend new years with mikey, his first without his sister emma by his side.

<3 happy new year loves! slightly sad but i want to wish mikey a happy new year xoxo

it had been a long, hard year for mikey. it was coming up the new year and it was apparent who wasn’t by his side and never would be. he felt the pain aching in his chest at the idea of leaving emma behind and stepping into the new year and starting afresh. however, he had gained something, or rather, someone, new, which he didn’t have the year prior.

y/n.

he met you in the months following his sister’s death. you had heard about the tragedy, essentially a hit and run; mikey never wished to delve into with you. it wasn’t because he didn’t trust you, it just preferred to keep it to himself, sharing the positive memories he had of his dear sister.

you learnt from mikey that she was a loving, tentative and caring soul. she had massive amounts of love to share with people, especially mikey and his best friend, draken (whom you have never met). mikey painted her out to be an angel, which in actuality, she probably was.

“a new year without you, emma.” mikey spoke quietly, eyeing the sano family grave. the sight made his chest heavy with sadness, “i miss you… there’s so much i want to tell you. even ken-chin finally has something he wants to share…” he rambled, tears welling up in his eyes as he did so.

“mikey-kun?” a soft spoken voice broke him out of his stampede of words falling upon a cold gravestone. his eyes snapped towards you at the sudden intrusion, however they softened when he saw the flowers you held tightly within your grasp.

“they’re for emma. you said she likes these.” you explained, striding forwards and placing them gently on the ground in front of the gravestone. “happy new year, shinichiro-san, emma-san.” you bowed sincerely.

it was remarkable to mikey, how you could hold such empathy for people you’d never met. ‘they’re important to you!’ you’d explain anytime he’d ask why you cared so much. it warmed his heart everytime you visited their grave with him, never failing to bring the most beautiful bouquets in honour.

mikey hummed, “she does,” he replied, almost gazing off into the distance. “i came to make sure you’re okay, mikey-kun. it’s nearly midnight… i didn’t want you to be here alone.”

he laughed slightly, “never like you to leave me alone for too long, y/n-chan.” his words caused your cheeks to redden slightly, had your actions been that subtle?

you shared a quiet silence, it wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. it was exactly what mikey needed, spending time with people he cared about. the bell rung out after another 20 minutes, alerting tokyo of the approaching new year.

“happy new year, manjiro.” you smiled, standing by his side and looping your arm with his. “you too, emma, shinichiro.”

mikey smiled sentimentally at your words, inwardly wishing his siblings a happy new year too. however, there was someone who deserved it more. he turned towards you suddenly and wrapped his arms around your middle, nuzzling his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder.

“happy new year, y/n. thank you… for everything.” he smiled, a small tear falling down his face as he sealed the end of the year with a kiss with the person he’d grown to love so deeply.

[clockwrkpendrxgon]

2024 Year in Review: Writing Round-Up

This is my first ao3 year in review, and I just wanted to say how grateful I am for every bit of love my stories received this year 💕

My details:

My ao3: clockwrkpendrxgon

My fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue

Total no. of fics in 2024: 8

Total word count: 185,081

Oneshots (5):

🖋️ This could be us: (4,436 words, E)

I remember going feral over two specific nsfw fan art pieces and then I was like: okay what if alex was the one who saw them and wanted to try them out? that’s pretty much what this fic is all about ahahaha (i’m so grateful for han and eve fr)

🖋️ Total eclipse of my heart: (7,005 words, G)

This is one of my fave roommates au’s I’ve ever written! And I was so happy that it received so much love and was a remedy for some who went to get their wisdom teeth removed 🥰

🖋️ More Valuable Than Jewels: (10,022 words, E)

GOD THIS STORY. It’s so dear to me, and I was kind of a little disappointed bc it didn’t do as well as I expected :( but it’s okay I guess, because I had so much fun writing Henry pining for Alex in a Bridgerton-esque setting hehe 🤭

🖋️ Bruised Like Violets: (6,254 words, E)

UM THIS ONE WAS A SURPRISE. like i was obsessed with the idea of jealous henry, but i wasn’t expecting so many people to be as obsessed too sjdksjs (not to mention the 🌶️) so yeah i’m happy with this one lmao

🖋️ Wishing On Orion: (23,035 words, M)

another one that is so SO so dear to me like you have no idea. childhood friends? ✅ teenage crush? ✅ one sided love that’s not one sided after all? ✅ it was so wholesome to write henry and alex in an entirely different universe where their families grew in each other’s presence. henry going through his father’s illness with alex by his side… it was something I needed them to experience 🥹 unfortunately, this story didn’t get as even half the love any of my other stories usually get, so it was a punch to the gut but we ball!!

Multi-Chapters (3):

🖋️ Like the Stars Miss the Sun: (23,324 words, M)

The prologue to this story is like nothing I’ve ever written, and I’m so proud of it because this was the first time someone has ever wanted to make art for my fic. (please look at this beauty). the idea of firstprince being lovers in heaven, then being forcefully separated and cursed into oblivion as mortals on earth who have no recollection whatsoever of their past life and love? count me tf in! also check the incredible character profiles mariam did of angel henry and alex 🥹

🖋️ Reserved For Me: (35,836 words, E)

this story was so unserious 😂 like it was a 50/50 gamble for me. people are either going to hate it or absolutely love it and i’m so thrilled it was the latter 😂♥️ i don’t usually dabble with OCs in my fics, but this one time it turned out affectionately hilarious and everyone loved Emad (including me lol) it was so fun basing this fic on a local movie and making henry and alex visit real life locations here where i live and imagine what their experiences would be like 🥹♥️

🖋️ A Bullet to the Heart: (75,169 words, E)

My first ever participation in a big bang, the longest work I’ve written so far in the rwrb fandom, and also my first time writing a spy au! Writing this story wasn’t easy, because I wanted to capture the essence of Henry and Alex’s characters in a world that’s so different from the book, and I think I did alright :) I loved exploring the lengths to which Henry’s grief for his father would go if placed in different circumstances. I also loved writing the action scenes for this fic because I’m such a visual reader, so like- if the image doesn’t immediately flash in the reader’s mind when they read my works, then I’ve fallen short of what I’m doing. I expected this story to do much better than how it did, but I’m also grateful for everyone who gave it their time 🤍

Upcoming fics:

Uhhh, I usually like to keep these a surprise so I don’t end up overpromising 😂 BUT since I have a couple of chapters outlined, we’re getting prince henry x head of security team alex (here’s the prompt) it’s going to be absolute shenanigans!!!

Thank you to @0npurpose and @thesleepyskipper for tagging me in your writing round-ups, I’m so proud of you 🤍

Tags (no pressure ofc!! 💗) :

@kj-bee @firenati0n @ash-morrison @caterpills @miharaikko @theprinceandagcd @blueeyedgrlwrites @anincompletelist @henryspearl @magicmelinoe @milowren29

Lastly, I’m so grateful for the wonderful friends I’ve made along the way, and I can’t wait to witness what everyone in this incredible fandom brings in 2025 🥳✨♥️

[ponury-grajek]

yeager brothers in some modern!AU