#by this I mean Pommes outfit

[hydriadd]

🔔🔔DING DING QSMP ARTISTS/WRITERS🔔🔔

If you struggle with designing the eggs/depicting them as human-like, use their wiki and go to trivia

This is for Pomme, but for example, Chayanne’s says that his eyes are the same colour as Enchanted Slime Armour

You may also find their favourite colours, which could be used for undertones or clothing colours

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i keep thinking about bad's vacation outfit. mostly, i keep thinking about him not wearing armour.

bad is, fundamentally, not okay rn. his son got kidnapped. the code attacks are starting again. people keep going missing left and right and skeppy isn't here but he's been missing him from the start. he lost the election by a single islander vote. there's been a lot of pressure on him for a long time, and he's finally starting to crack.

the thing about bad is that he does NOTT talk about his emotions. he's silly about it. he plays games about it. he will never answer a straightforward question with a yes or a no, not unless he's lying. when forever asked him he was okay, he said yes.

i think... there's really something about him, repeatedly, saying he's on vacation. sure, yeah, take a break, but he keeps throwing himself into danger anyway, he's still taking care of the eggs. he's silly with it, but i don't think his "vacation" explicitly means "i'm taking a break." I think it means "i'm not someone you can rely on right now." what? not being at the top of the island/egg defence squad because he's falling apart at the seams? :D nahhh he's just on that vacation grind! look at him! he's so silly! he's building skeppies and he's being so silly !

and. god. the way he's absolutely clinging to skeppy right now. i get the sense that he takes a lot of comfort from skeppy, just from the existence of him. can you imagine being alive has long as bad has? losing and losing and losing and losing, and then you finally find someone you can't lose? skeppy is bad's emotional support diamond and he is Not There to emotionally support him. bad keeps throwing tantrums when people ignore him, and he keeps building skeppies.

he's never going to say he needs help. he's never going to say he's not okay. he's going to say "i'm not crazy" and "i don't have an obsession" and "yes i'm fine" and "i'm on vacation" and not wear his most protective armour. the ARMOUR. bad boy halo the most paranoid parent on the island keeps running around with several eggs at his heels when he's wearing only enchanted sunglasses and boots. WHEN THERE ARE ACTUAL CODE ATTACKS. WHEN THE CODE HAS THE ! SWORD. if "i'm on vacation" means "i can't help" then the lack of armour is a physical, visible reminder. it's the closest he can get to saying "no, i'm not okay."

and man.manm an man. the whole thing with dapper right now. dapper is the only one who really knows the extent of bad Being Weird right now. pomme has a good idea of it, but when she asked about bad "is he going insane again?" dapper's response was "he never stopped." i've seen lots of talk about bad needing dapper more than dapper needs him (and its TRUE. god. it's so true.) but dapper is also! not doing okay! kiddo was very recently kidnapped! he takes after his dad and doesn't overtly express his distress, but the way he was scared of getting too close to elquackity at the talent show... the way he and pomme huddled together when bad left them alone for an hour... he's watching his dad fall apart in front of him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

from a roleplaying perspective too i LOVEE how bad is slowly, slowly ramping up the skeppy obsession. he's clinging to sanity so he can be a good dad to his kids, but his kids are so mortal. so fragile. bad isn't; bad isn't wearing all of his armour. and skeppy isn't; bad is placing more skeppies around the island. i adore this man's roleplay i hope he gets WORSE

[greedandenby]

Transcript of the French dialogue in IWTV S2 Ep4 - "I Want You More Than Anything in the World"

Aftershow discussion:

Eglee: Qu’est-ce que tu penses faire ?... Remets tes miches dans ton bloomer, salope !

Claudia invites Madeleine to the show (I kept in the English here, for more fluidity):

Claudia: You sold me a dress. Dans ta boutique. Une soie lavande. Très chic.

Madeleine: Ouais, tu m’avais trop payée. Avec des billets froissés, des boucles d’oreille pleines de sang… Comme si elles avaient été arrachées des lobes.

Claudia: Pas le souvenir que ça t’ait gênée.

Madeleine: Ton corps était pas encore formé mais ton esprit déjà sophistiqué. Et puis tu souriais pas.

Claudia: Funny, you made no impression on me at all.

Madeleine: I liked you. What, you moved on from pickpocket? You’re clowning now?

Claudia: I’m an actress now.

Madeleine: Ah, okay. Théâtre des Vampires ? I’ve seen this show. A divertissement.

Claudia: Still dressing your windows for your German tourists?

Madeleine: Your French is still ugly, like your doll outfit.

Claudia: I agree. I just wouldn’t say it cause it’s rude and obvious.

Madeleine: … Merci !

"Je n’aime pas fenêtres quand fermées" song:

[Side note: in French this should in fact be "Je n’aime pas les fenêtres quand elles sont fermées", but let’s let this one slide… poetic licence or something]

Je n’aime pas fenêtres quand fermées

Le vent sauvage (est doux ?? – not sure about that one, the French accent is horrendous... Sorry...), je veux voler

Arcs-en-ciel, arbres et abeilles

Non, je n’aime pas fenêtres quand fermées

Elle n’aime pas fenêtres quand fermées

At the museum:

Guard: Monsieur, vous ne pouvez pas être…

Armand: Rest… Merci.

Guard: Qui êtes-vous ? Qui vous a autorisé… ?

[Side note for one of the terms in Claudia and Madeleine’s discussion, which was erroneously transcribed as "flag it out" in the subtitles:

At one point Madeleine says : Go bang, or go flagada, or go cold.

This is a French informal term that means "shattered, knackered, beat".]

[Side note number 2, because I’m a stickler for linguistics. During Louis and Lestat’s conversation on the bench, Louis asks Lestat to say "apple" in French. Lestat answers "la pomme", which is, in fact, not exactly the way a French speaker would answer. We’d just say "pomme", the way an English speaker would simply answer "apple" rather than "the apple".]

That's it for this fabulous episode! I doubt there'll be much French in the next one, but who knows! See ya next week, maybe!

Episode 2 here

Episode 3 here

[dozyrogue]

I love when the children have different skin tones or little things about them that make them rally unique

richas - being darkskin an afro AND the prosthetic leg I've also seen where parts of his afro are diyed and he has his siblings sign his jersey

Pomme - wearing a hijab is amazing, ive also seen her with this cool Joan of arc type design muah!! Now imagine them both together. My favorite little knight

ramon - with locs and have to agree that's canon, and he insisted on retwisting them himself. His outfits that r very steampunk

Dapper - looking like a straight demon just like his dad lol

sunny - vitaligo, BLACK GIRL SUNNY, braids or locks and bif feather boa because so true, sunny with white hair, her dramatic outfits, SUNNY IN STEAMPUNK OUTFITS MUAHMUAHMUAH

empanada - with vitaligo her hair is a mix of all her moms she kinda looks like a calico cat. HAVING TEXTURED HAIR, the lolita dress

TALLULAH - AND HER HEARING AIDS, YOULL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS, or where she has thick textured hair

Pepito - Black albinism!!!!

Leo - being visably brown, it may not seem like much but it means everything to me

Bobby - with busted teeth and bruises all the time because hes chaos in a mortal body, I've also seen him visibly brown as well, hes also covered in paint

Flippa - the hearts on her shirt changing depending on the lives she has. Where like a layer sweater shirt combo but specificly the sweater sleeves looks like the trans flag, the shirt looks like charlie and her skirt is yellow to match with Mariana

Chayanne - with neopolitin hair is really cute, hes the ONLY canon blondy to me and it stand on that, my favorite little warrior.

Tilin - JUST BEING A MINI QUACKITY IS SO FUNN, or they have a high collar that covers their mouth

Trumpet - has blue hair, with like lots of color and bracelets, or where he kinda looks like a jester

[fghniki]

chayanneLIVE

After a certain German streamer goes viral, several bloggers speculate about his identity and origins. (Also available on Ao3. Based on these two posts: one, two.) 1,086 words. Teen And Up, Gen.

lollipop 🔁 thehatter Follow

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My latest obsession has been this german teenage streamer who stole chayanne’s stagename for his username and somehow hasn’t lost his valorant rank even once in the past four months of streaming

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carpenterbee replied to your post “my latest obsession has been…”

amazing. please tell me more

He has gay dads. One of them is an avian and the other one is chronically absent. He also has a younger sister whom he also sometimes refers to as “twin”. Apart from valorant he does cooking streams with ingredients some of which i have never seen. He hides his face behind a skull mask and always wears a duck floatie. his twitch icon is a blurry photo of a duck and he has like over a thousand followers already

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I SWEAR I didn’t make this guy up

#sure thing op

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🎩 thehatter 

WAHT WAS WHTA

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

AM I CRAZY

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

i am watching chay stream rn and i just saw some THING pass by his window???????? what the fuck was that

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

janettree replied to your post “WAHT WAS WHTA…”

some animal or something ?

ON TOP FLOOR OF A SKYSCRAPER???

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

I MEAN IM ASSUMING THAT WHERE HE LIVES. FROM THE VGIEW AND WHATNOT

#also that thing was like black and green wtf #is that a fucked up creeper variant

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🎩 thehatter 

THEY LIVE ON TOP OF A GIANT WALL???

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the architecture of that place is impressive considering the height

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carpenterbee replied to your post “the architecture of that place seems…”

are we having a house tour

yeah !! chay is showing around the house. apparently they live in a basement and their dads live on the ground floor ? they have a photo wall, it's very cute

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 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 BRAZIL MENTIONED 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷 🇧🇷

#the photo wall in question #also lmao the brazilian flag one

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lamadrigal 🔁 janettree

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Who is helping Chayanne today?

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lamadrigal replied to your post “who is helping chayanne…”

His cousin? I think his name was Richarlyson

Aww, that’s cute

Didn’t realize he had any

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IS THAT CELLBIT

#what's up with this family and stealing famous people’s nicknames

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Important context for that post is that Cellbit is a Brazilian serial killer who escaped from prison back in 2015 and then vanished off the face of the earth. Now, everyone kinda assumed that he just drowned, but unless whoever Richarlyson’s dad is has his exact face, he seems to actually be… wherever Chayanne lives?

💐 🔁 lamadrigal

so, Germany?

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DOES he live in Germany???

🌲 🔁 janettree

i swear i heard someone speak french during the stream the other week

#thought i was tripping or something

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🎩 thehatter 

a plane at some point crashed into the wall they live on???

#maybe i should have gotten into jerma instead

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omg i love pomme’s outfit so much

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☁️ manintheclouds 

we’re making WINE??? HELL YEAH!!!

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lamadrigal 🔁 janettree

🎩 thehatter 

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Pomme’s dad looks. uhhhhhh

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Chat asked what this guy was and Chay said “he’s French”

🌲 🔁 janettree

as a French person i can confirm that this is an average french male

#i hate it here

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janettree 🔁 lamadrigal 

💐 lamadrigal

is there a single mom in the picture

#pomme has a mom!

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does chayanneLIVE pass the bechdel test

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new sibling ! Leo, about Chay’s age, girl

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does this make, like. ten siblings

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Tbh i thought most of those were his cousins? also yay, a new girl!

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soy de género fluido

#?

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hell yeah, black forest cake today!!! love those

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💐 lamadrigal 

Sunny and Empanada are the cutest ever omg

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🐝 carpenterbee

chayanne will get banned for breaking dmca one day mark my words

#whoever this tubbo guy is #probably shouldn't be encouraging him tbh

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carpenterbee 🔁 lamadrigal 

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WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT CHAYANNE

Parents: two gay dads. First one: blonde, short, avian with black crow wings. Second one: “Missa”, absent but apparently coming back? Couldn’t decipher what his job was

Siblings:

Lullah (younger sister, looks pretty much exactly like him tbh. speaks fluent spanish)

Sunny (even younger sister, she’s like five??? Black, wears sunglasses non stop. Has a different dad. maybe their parents are in a polycule?)

Empanada (younger sister, speaks German. bio sister? looks pretty different from him tho. same mom maybe? she has at least two)

Ramón (brother about his age, sticks to Sunny like glue from what it looks like. has at least two dads of his own?)

Richarlyson (younger brother; speaks Portuguese. has a prosthetic leg)

Pomme (younger sister. speaks French. has a mom)

Dapper (same age sibling? idk its hard to tell, they only come if pomme’s around)

Leo (same age sibling, speaks spanish)

Pepito (younger sibling, speaks spanish)

Mentioned but never appeared on camera: bobby, juanaflippa, tilín, trump (?). seems like they’re either away or deceased? so probably older siblings our cousins

So wherever he is it’s a place where they speak:

German

English

Spanish

Portuguese

French

and also which would harbor Brazilian Criminal Cellbit.

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>she has at least two

bravo les lesbiennes

💐 🔁 lamadrigal 

So… Luxembourg?

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lets not turn this community into discount kiwifarms maybe

#there are probably reasons why he doesn’t want anyone to know his location #for example the fact that he's a minor

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🐝 carpenterbee

thehatter asked:

Yeah, you’re right. i deleted the post. its just hard not to speculate, with how crazy his life seems to be

nah i feel ya

#replied to u in dms btw #don’t reblog

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🎩 thehatter 

chayanne ended stream early because of an emergency and i swear i could hear bombs??? does htis kid live in a warzone???

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like genuinely should we be concerned? what happened?

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apparentaly he just retweeted some cat video. wat

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*apparently

🎩 🔁 thehatter 

this time i will really do it

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🌲  janettree

tubbo just yelled “I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, I'M SO SAD AND LONELY, SOMEONE MAKE ME A GRINDR ACCOUNT—”

#i maintain that he would make an excellent streamer #give that engineer a twitch channel

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Oh, Chayanne is making pozole today!

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??? The singer????????

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[spottys-rathole]

This one's been in the "wip file" all summer long but with the current canon events I decided I might kick myself in the butt and get it done once and for all before anything lore wise happens again because I have a feeling whatever will happen to the eggs it'll make me want to scrap this and completely re-work on my designs again- And I redid Leo's three times so like hell no I'm moving on

Read below the cut to check out my train of thoughts but basically : The first drawing would be what I imagine the eggs to look like past 3-4 months while the second one would be them being 2-3 weeks, according to my own headcanons

[Closeups and headcanons under the cut - warning : it's long]

Basically I have the common headcanon that while growing, the dragons kind of morph into taking their parents' physical traits. The "eggs" all kind of look very similar as hatchlings (As in if you were to see them without their accessories on, you would need to put them next to one another to be able to tell them apart). Similarly to Betta fish, in their first few days they are born covered with smooth white scales but as they grow they shed and become gradually more colourful (fish don't shed, reptiles do ik)

My intentions were to make them look Feration-like, since everything related to them is white (Cucurucho, the quartz paved offices, Cellbit's hair turning white etc) but that the more time they spend with the islanders, the more they would stand out from one another Other individual headcanons include :

Ramón has got a "skin" condition (it's all scales no matter the egg) that makes it so parts of his body will stay baby-white forever no matter the sheds. His scales would be ocher-like with a purple gradient otherwise (similarly to Leo)

Tallulah is able to walk without the use of any accomodation, but gets tired pretty quickly. She occasionaly uses crutches whenever she feels like it

Also she's got hearring aids

Chayanne's skull mask is that of a Nightmare Stalker that he painted on to look like Missa's

Richas and Leo have grown to be better swimmers than their siblings and can hold their breath underwater longer than any other

No matter the shape of the muzzle (Chayanne having a beak, Richarlyson having a calf snout) they all have carnivorous teeth

The clothes the kids wore during the first few days were either given by the Federation (but the eggs quickly outgrew them), crafted by their parents themselves, or spare clothes the islanders yeeted on them while waiting to get something better. I haven't decided which mofo(s) (affectionate) would be the designated one in my head to spend hours neatly tailoring custom-made outfits for every eggs but I'm brainstorming hard. Like I just want to imagine a parent being tired with their kid's clothes being too used and not fitting anymore so they spend whole ass afternoons making new ones all by themselves, and when the other residents see their kid walking around in those dashing new clothes they'd go "woaah where'd [insert kid name] get those ?", "oh ? oh those, it's nothing I made them myself but I'm a bit rusty", "no shit it's so good, it looks so much better than anything the fed gave to my child. They don't have a single holeless shirt left anymore" and that's how first parent ends up pulling all nighters sewing new clothes for every other eggs

Specifically for Pomme's baby denim dress : the butterfly and apple patches were clumsily sewed on top by Antoine because I said so

On kind of the same topic : Tallulah's first wheelchair is a standard wheelchair given by the Fed' that they had laying around in their hospital quarters, it quickly deteriorated because of all the mobs and the shit the residents have to go through on a daily basis and was fixed with the means at hand. Meanwhile her second wheelchair was custom-made by the islanders once they had more ressources, and designed by herself with all terrain wheels and storing space.

Tazercraft designed multiple prototypes and prothesis for Richas before finally settling on something that would accomodate to Richas' unguligrade posture better as he was quickly growing

Richarlyson likes to beat people's shins with his crutch (it is very effective)

Pomme wears a cornflower at her scabbard bc ofc

Despite Dapper not seeing shit without their glasses, it took a while for them to get their eyesight checked and even longer for them to agree to wear them Those are only the eggs that are still currently alive (🤞) Will I do the rest one day ? - probably, maybe, idk, depends on a lot of things ngl

[k-looking-glass-house]

Devil's family at White Rabbit Fest~ Pomme de reinette et pomme d'api!

Gawwhhh I am so sooo damn weaaakkkk......but huughhh....why do they create such event....

Of course my crazy lore is activated!!

Cameron boy, Divus's baby cousin who he babysits and spoils a lot in the most warm yet cold possible way !

I love cute baby chara design ok (don't even try to crack a joke about it I'm dead serious, I let you sexy ....guys, let me stay with innocent children, cute so cute... huuughhhh I'm a "moe" fan ok...)

Yes I'm working on Mister Crewel rabbit design... But babies first!!! Whereeee is Chekkaaaaa too!! Najma too (she's a baby to me!)!!

Divus Crewel: Cammy-boy! Come here! Cameron: Cousin Divus, I won a lot of balloons look!! Want one too? Divus Crewel: No thank you, also don't run you might trip.... I mean STAY!!! Walk slowly and hold Dia firmly (the familiar dalmatian)! Here bunny apple candy! *adjust Cameron's clothes* Cameron: He he! Divus Crewel *sigh*: Huhhh better not to meet anyone we know today! Gimme those balloons!

Aya..... yes light and effect are everything right?

Cameron De Vil White Rabbit Fest outfit concept done by me

[chere-indolente]

Hi! Are you going to release the apron skirt shown in the câble-knit sweater outfit you released?? I’ve been looking everywhere for a floor length apron skirt like that 😖

Hello there !

I think you'll be pleased to know that these skirts and this apron have already been released in my La Cueillette des Pommes clothing set. By the way, the apron is an accessory, it isn't part of the skirt, which means that, like the other aprons I've released, it can also be added on other skirts if you so wish.

[ultimateexperimentdevelopment]

Butterfly Kotoko eating a chocolate bar

Pomme: Sorry, we aren’t really doing art requests. The first few were funny, but we aren’t doing drawings specifically by request.

[distance-does-not-matter]

not enemies not lovers not friends but a secret fourth thing

the secret fourth thing is kind strangers

Song Request by Lee So Ra feat. SUGA (asking a stranger for a favor over the phone and they agree. you will never meet this person. you are having an awful time. they help you out, make you feel better. they do not know your name)

Night Train by Milena (exchanging a smile with another person up late at night for the same purpose. your paths will never cross again, but in this moment, you are together)

Yeosu Night Sea by Busker Busker (when the older lady calls you "baby", when the vendor gives you an extra snack that you didn't pay for, when the stranger at the bus stop gives you a tissue when you're crying and doesn't insist on eye contact, when you and a stranger stand side by side appreciating the same view)

鬼ヶ島 by Ichiko Aoba (this one, to me, could be sitting in a quiet restaurant where it's you and a few other customers in quiet camaraderie, especially at night)

Laundry by youra (holding the door open for a stranger as you leave the laundry room, telling them which washer is open and which dryer is broken, commiserating over nobody coming to take their laundry out of the machines)

So life goes on by Heo Hoy Kyung (walking among crowds of strangers, a little miserable, but someone gives you a little smile. someone tells you they love your outfit, your hair, whatever, and they genuinely mean it. life goes on. you dry your tears and compliment a stranger. they beam at you)

Pigeon by Dasutt (laughing at a squirrel's antics with a stranger, cheering on a bird together, petting a stranger's dog at the park and never meeting them again but always remembering that dog when you meet another of the same breed)

Your Dog Loves You by Colde (the warmth in your chest from animals loving so purely and wholely, and being reminded of your pet when you see a stranger with theirs) (ok mostly i just wanted you to be introduced to this song)

Memory by Gaho (all those kids at the park who you were briefly, incandescently, best friends with for half an hour, who you think of fondly when you drive past the park. you wonder if they remember you too)

saphir by Pomme (strangers are whole people, too, and this knowledge warms you entirely. they have families, loved ones. you watch crowds bustle home at Christmastime and know that they are loved, and you are loved, too)

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1raqqbYw5BI505QZO2K5zL?si=d14ad65bc1db4e02

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

she died, once. never again .

also known as me going insane over this once-youngest child being the protector egg. the one at the back of the pack watching for any encroaching danger. she's always had two lives, always felt like the target, always ready to survive so that her older siblings could live. the danger is real, so she's also become dangerous. she is a baby named after fruit. she wont let her family rot. she is a CHILD

design notes under cut

i wanted to be Very practical w her outfit because pomme is a super practical egg, and also throw in some parental features.

she's got:

short hair (mostly out of her face/hard to grab onto (covered up entirely when she wears her helmet))

nothing easy to grab on to, which means no dangling charms. all personal touches to her outfit are embroidered/carved into the materials

a potions bag from aypierre (with gegg on it lmao)

little duckies on her stompin' boots (steel-toed probably. this baby has never had a stubbed toe)

apple embellishments on her gloves

probably a tiny tophat somewhere on her backpack to remind her of dapper. that, or a scythe

when she first started wearing tail armour she'd always fall over like a cat wearing a harness it was v cute. she was Determined to get used to it tho and then she did <3 girlie has some fucking terrifying core strength.

she's got some traits from her parents :D

star freckles from etoiles

feathers growing out of her hair from baghera

black streaks in her hair from bad (and probably a little horn nub underneath her hat that hasn't grown in yet)

reflective eyes from antoine

her eye shape from aypierre

bonus fact dont you ever think about how through aypierre pomme is human but he doesn't share that with her anymore

yeah

the only thing she got from kameto is her name and a list of the word "cigarette" in many languages

if he came around more she'd start to show traits from him but that one day wasn't enough to get that physical imprint across

she's also got really sharp teeth but no one can come to a consensus on where she got Those from

[talesofstyles]

Baby Steps

Here we go babies; an unedited, short, messy piece of husband!harry and dad!harry. Actually I had no intention to write this since I was knee deep in the best friend!h piece that I’m currently working on, but of course @harrysdimplles had to slide into my inbox the other day and feed me dad!harry concepts and boom here we are. Hope you like it! Xx

"Should we go to the park now?" Harry asked you as he bounced your ten month old in his arm. The baby had just woken up from a nap after lunch so he was in a quite good mood.

"It’s almost his snack time." You answered as you reached your arms out for your baby and Harry shifted him into your arms, pressing a kiss on the side of his forehead as he did. Harry had to leave for work to NYC last week for four days and ever since he’d been back he’s been hogging the baby all for himself. You loved it because that means you got more free time. You got to sleep in and heck you could even drink your coffee while it’s still hot instead of reheating that poor mug in the microwave for four times, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need some baby cuddles here and there.

"We can bring the snacks and have a picnic there. He’ll love crawling around on the grass, yeah? The dog could use a walk too."

"Alright but you’re feeding him. He’s having compote de pomme et mûres and it’s gonna be messy without a high chair." You warned your husband.

Harry smiled and raised his hand up for a high five and your baby gave him one as he babbled happily. He’s been high fiving since he was only four months old and that milestone was probably the one you two most proud of as his parents. "You’ve got yourself a deal, my love." He grinned at you as he leaned in to take the baby again. "Should we change your nappy before we go, nipper? Don’t want a full nappy eh?"

"Say ‘no’, he’s been trying to shake his head every time he hears no but he couldn’t do it without shaking his whole body so it looks like he’s dancing instead." You chuckled. "Nipper, no." You shook your head for the baby to mimic you. "We don’t want a full nappy."

"Ah!" Harry gasped when your baby did it. "He did it! He did it! Oh my God! He shook his head!"

"He did! Good boy!" You leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. "Alright, go change his nappy and I’ll pack his snacks."

"Don’t forget my snack!" Harry said as he climbed up the stairs to the baby’s nursery upstairs and this time you shook your head laughing at your husband.

You packed up the fruit purée that you and Harry made the day before and a petit suisse for your baby to eat after, along with a sippy cup full of water for your baby and a water bottle for you and Harry. As busy as your schedule could be, you always try to make your baby’s food from scratch instead of getting them from the shop and ever since your baby started solid food four months prior, it has been your Sunday activity making his food for the week and chuck them in the freezer for him to enjoy throughout the week. Long gone were those days of bar or club hopping in the weekends. But neither of you could complain because this was what you wanted to do all along. Topics about babies and settling down had never been a strange one to both of you since early on in your relationship. In fact, on your second date you nearly choked on a chip because Harry asked you out of the blue and casually you might add, "so, how many kids do you want?" You spent daydreaming about having your arms full of babies and now that you were getting there, it still felt surreal to you sometimes.

You put some grapes in a ziploc bag, along with some crackers and cheese because your husband—whom you swore made you feel like you’ve got two bloody bairns sometimes—could be arsey without a snack. As you were about to zip the bag, you heard a fit of giggles coming from the stairs, followed with foot steps coming closer to the kitchen. You looked up to see your boys and furrowed your brows when you realised he had changed the baby’s outfit as well.

"An outfit change in the middle of the day, huh." You raised your eyebrow. Although your baby looked insanely adorable in Rachel Riley’s white and red smocked outfit, that was way too fancy for an afternoon outing to the park. Not to mention the unnecesarry added laundry to your already high piles that you need to tackle later unless you want your family to ditch clothes altogether and live in your birthday suits just the way God intended.

"Hey if we’re going to take him out he’s gonna look his best." Harry insisted, sitting your baby down on top of the kitchen island whilst standing behind him. "’Sides, look at ‘im. He’s so cute in this."

"Of course. Mummy’s got great taste. Mummy knows other brands unlike daddy who’s such a Gucci hoe." You joked.

Harry gasped and covered your baby’s ears. "How dare you."

You burst in laughter as you took your baby in your arms and seeing you laugh made him laugh as well. "S’that funny?"

"You two are so mean." He pouted playfully.

"Alright Mister Pouts, go get your son’s coat. We need to go now if we want to feed him there. You know he gets cranky when he’s hungry." You reminded your husband as you pressed your lips onto your baby’s cheeks.

Harry smirked at you. "Ah, I know where he gets that from."

"Are you saying I get cranky when I’m hungry?"

"You threatened to set one of my suits on fire if I make you do a juice cleanse with me ever again, love."

"Oh! Piss off!" You laughed at your husband as you began walking to the front door with your ten month old on your hip. "What kind of husband only fed his wife liquid only a month after they got married?!"

"Well we had eaten like shit during our honeymoon so we needed that!" He giggled as he grabbed baby lad’s coat and put it on him before taking yours and helped you slip into them. "But of course you had to call your dad and told ‘im your new husband didn’t feed you. God I thought I was gonna die."

"Hey I didn’t call him! He called me." You stated.

"Potato, potahto." He rolled his eyes. "Alright, we’ve got everything?" Your husband checked as he unfolded the pushchair. He had already put Kingsley, the English Bulldog that you brought home just a week after you got engaged, on a leash as well.

You nodded before you put down baby lad in his pushchair and took the leash so Harry could push the pushchair.

"Let’s go!" Harry looked down at your baby before babbling at him in his obnoxious—but extremely adorable—high pitched baby voice. "Hey mate, are we gonna go to the park, yeah?"

You couldn’t help but giggle. "You’re such a dad when you talk like that."

"Well, I am a dad." He stated proudly. "The good kind I hope."

"You are." You reassured him.

He went on. "Am I though? I mean I’m away a lot, though not as much as I used to, I’m still away more than I like."

"Harry, you’re the best father I could ever ask for my child."

"Really?" He looked at you and you nodded. "Hang on, why are we getting soppy?"

"You started it!"

It was a weekday so the park wasn’t crowded. You walked around a bit looking for a spot before you settled underneath the tree, a little tucked away from the main pebbled road. You unleashed Kingsley so he could run around for a bit and Harry put the blanket down before taking the baby bag from underneath the buggy and placing it on the blanket.

"Ooh, my little love," you cooed baby lad as you took him out from the pushchair. "Should we eat now? Hmm? Look at that,"

"Hmm, it looks good, huh?" Harry took out the fruit purée from the bag. "Mummy and daddy made it just for you, nipper."

You put the baby on Harry’s lap so you could feed him. The baby was sat nicely, it was his father who couldn’t stop holding his hands and moving him around making some dance moves. "Stop wiggling around, you’re both wearing white and I don’t want to deal with blackberry stain."

"Jeez, you’re such a mum." He teased.

You rolled your eyes. "Well yeah you knocked me up."

"Aye, that I did." He cackled.

After you fed baby lad his snacks, Harry taught him to walk by holding his hands above his head, letting your baby set the pace and direction. The sight in front of you was really heartwarming.

"Where’s mummy? Should we walk to mummy?" He looked down to your baby and your baby flashed a grin, making the two bottom teeth and the newly popped two upper teeth that were responsible for your lack of sleep two weeks prior fully visible.

Harry had always been so good with little ones. You loved seeing him doting on his godchildren and right when you thought it wasn’t possible for you to adore him anymore even if you tried, baby lad came along and your love for him grew somehow.

After walking for a little while, baby lad got sick of it so Harry just let him go so he could crawl around. Harry sat next to you on the blanket, munching on some grapes as he tapped his lap to get baby lad’s attention.

"C’mere, mate! Look at what daddy’s got!" He said as he raised a stick of comté. The baby crawled faster as soon as he spotted the cheese.

"Look at how quick you’re crawling after cheese. A wee Frenchie you are, eh?"

You furrowed your brows looking at your husband. "How is he French?"

"Well, technically he’s not. But I’m sure he was made in Paris."

You rolled your eyes in response as your baby quickly climbed up onto your lap, but he was smart enough to snatch the comté from his daddy’s hand before he settled on your lap. He was munching on the cheese happily, giggling at the ridiculous faces that Harry pulled.

"Look at that!" Harry pointed to a tree. "That’s a tree, it’s green and tall and.... leafy."

You burst in laughter at his description but he went on. "And that," he pointed to the sky. "That’s the clouds. Daddy’s got a song called clouds but it’s got nothing to do with the clouds."

"Daddy’s got a lot of songs with misleading titles," you chimed in. "Kiwi? You would think that’s about the fruit."

You jerked away when Harry tried to pinch your nose in response to your joke. "Hey! I’m holding your son here."

You both laughed as Harry leaned closer. He looked like he was gonna kiss the top of the baby’s head so it caught you off guard when he pressed his lips onto yours instead.

"Cheeky sod."

[havocinthebluebox]

autumnal asks : all of it. Titeplait XD

I am on my phone, it took me like FOREVER to type that XD but thank you sister, I had a lot of fun answering these questions !

1. what is your favorite autumn scent?

The smell of fallen leaves, the smell of cold days to come.

2. would you rather go through a corn maze or go pumpkin picking?

Pumpkin picking, I've never done that ! 🎃

3. what is your favorite halloween candy ?

I don't know if it's a very Halloween candy and I don't know the English word for that but Pommes d'amour are a favorite of mine. I don't like very sugary stuff anymore but anything with caramel in it will make me happy.

4. favorite autumn holiday?

As if you don't know which one ! XD it's not a formal holiday but Samhain for sure.

5. rainy,foggy autumn days or cold,sunny autumn days?

I'll take a whole season of rainy,foggy days over any sunny summer day. Anytime. I love the winter sun though.

6. favorite horror movie to watch on halloween?

I am not a huge horror movie fan, I don't like modern horror. I find it lazy and relying on jump scare. but I like stuff with a creepy vibe and specific ambiance. Most of the time I don't watch movies on halloween, but i'd pick a classic like some Tod Browning's Dracula !

7. do you like raking leaves?

Yes but I am so clumsy believe me you don't want to be near me if I am yielding a rake !

8. do you have any special autumn traditions? what are they?

I put decorations in my flat and make space for a second small altar, season themed. I pour a glass of whiskey, put it there with a though for dead relatives. (It was my late grandfather favorite drink, as well as wine... Did someone in the background say ''social drinking problem'' ?)

9. do you like carving pumpkins?

I've never done that, I'd like to try someday.

10. combat boots or cardigans?

My everyday shoes : Combat boots. But why not both ?

11. yellows,reds and browns or purples,blacks and oranges?

purples,blacks and oranges

12. favorite autumn drink?

Semi-dry apple cider - or sweet cider if I drink it while eating a cake or a crepe with it because 4 heures is the most important meal in my day (I know it's not autumn specific, I just love cider !). But it's such a comforting drink after a stroll in the forest or along the coast on a windy day ! Something special I like to prepare in autumn is hot apple juice with spices in it !

13. do you like pumpkin spice flavored things ?

I do not like pumpkin spice flavored things... I have pumpkin spice flavor running in my blood !

14. favorite type of pie ?

Apple pie or tarte bourdaloue

15. do you have any special halloween traditions? what are they?

I put Halloween themed decorations a few weeks before and launch my Gothic themed playlist, or a Type O Negative album. If there is a party I get ready while listening to it (more like 50% getting ready, 50% awkward dancing). If I have nothing planned I stay home (sometimes in my best outfit or most dramatic dresses even if I am alone because why not ?), have a nice cup of cider and read creepy books : Poppy Z Brite, Edgar Allan Poe, or I go full Requiem Knight Vampire and re-read my comics collection (first edition, the apple of my eyes !)

16. halloween parties or giving out candy to trick or treaters?

Both but Halloween parties if my friends are organizing something.

17. hayrides or campfires?

Campfires.

18. describe your ideal autumn day?

Foggy morning. A long walk in the afternoon and a hot drink once I am back home and then reading or writing curled up in a soft plaid with music in the background while a good meal is simmering.

19. coffee or hot chocolate?

Hot chocolate !

20. alcoholic or non alcoholic apple cider?

Wait, is non alcoholic apple cider a real common thing, like sparkling apple juice, but different ? Is that like non alcoholic beer ? I am so confused ! I just discovered another world.

21. what is your go to autumn outfit(s) ?

I can put my favorite clothes again without dying because of a heatstroke : velvet dresses and light jackets.

My favorite one consists in a velvet black dress with a pointy white collar, a bow and long flared sleeves, lace pair of tighs and boots. If it's a bit cold I'll put a short jacket or cape on it, or the Holy Silver Perfecto.

22. do you wear scarves?

Yes. My favorite ones are my Racenclaw scarf when it's really cold and a black and white shawl with a skull pattern. It's worn out as hell but my father bought it for me at a motorcycle exhibition so it's linked with a good memory !

23. describe your dream autumn date ?

If someone is okay with the idea of spending time with me during my typical ''ideal autumn day'', it's my ideal autumn date ! Nothing fancy ! But for something more ''special'', a long stroll, a stop at a bookstore or record shop, then sharing a snack in a cozy tearoom or sipping a good beer in a pub !

24. scary stories around a camp fire or getting lost in a corn maze with someone ?

Both sound good. I have plenty of true crime/serial killer facts to take part in that ! But on the other hand I can be a scaredy cat plus, above all, I have a wild imagination and after hearing/telling scary stories I'll be startled by the tiniest noise (with the bonus high-pitched-cry). My street cred' won't survive it ! I mean, the corn maze can also be creepy but not in the same way (plus I guess interesting things can happen in there if you go with a special someone 😏).

25. black cats or bats?

Did I make you chose between chocolate and litterature ?! WHY ARE YOU TEARING ME APPART LIKE THAT ?!

...Lilith is a black cat so if I really must choose I'll say black cats. But I have love for all the cats in the world. And every single bat has my support.

26. do you decorate for autumn? what is it like?

I like to decorate. I put candles and soft lights everywhere, pick-up fallen leaves and pine cones I find pretty and put that where I can. Also, kitschy Halloween decor and a lot of pumpkin shaped stuff !

27. vampires or witches?

Witches.

28. do you collect crystals?

The corvid in me yells ''Yes. Give me all the pretty/shiny/odd rocks !''

29. do you like cold weather?

I like it a lot. No, I love it.

30. what was your favorite autumn activity as a kid?

I grew up in a French oversea territory so the seasons were not the same. There is no ''autumn'' there ! My favorite memories from that time of the year are linked with Halloween when I was celebrating it (I was a loner and still am so I was also really happy when I just read stories from my most frightening books alone in my bedroom) : finding a good costume idea, finding stuff to make it real, trick or treating with friends and telling scary stories while eating our loot.

[mrslittletall]

3/6/10/27/31/46 for the quarantine?

3. What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on?I normally then put my Youtube music playlist on. I don’t want to put videos on the background that I don’t watch, so music it is.Rarely, very rarely I may put a podfic on. I rarely listen to them, I prefer reading on my own, but sometimes they are fitting. For leveling in Dark Souls for example, where music would take me out of the mood. 6. Top three cuisines?I guess it means from which country, yes?Italian cuisine, chinese cuisine and japanese cuisine. Absolutely tasty. 10.  do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general?I don’t own any signed books, but I have a few items which are signed from the video games life stuff, Tommy Tallarico and friends. Do I have memorabilia? Of course ^^ The jewelry my husband gave me, earrings from my mom, a plushie that was the first ever gift of my husband as well as my Dragon Ball Z tea mug that broke (through my own fault). I still have the pieces. 27. What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?Manga ^^ I just love that funky japanese comics. When I don’t find anything in manga you probably will find me into the fantasy lane. And then I look at the horror books. 31. What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to?I have a long dress that is pretty revealing at the top. So far I never have found the right occassion to wear it... 46. What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store?French Fries or Pommes Frites how we say in Germany. Also, freezed buns. Other than that, I don’t eat a lot of food that is frozen. I prefer to buy fresh ingredients and cook from them. Which is a bit complicated with the food shortage we had lately...Quarantine asks

[boku-no-babeldom]

Just saw a prompts and i hope you'll write this, for anyone (the character is up to you!) A laser tag date, where the reader pushes them to a corner to make out, then shoots them while walking away :))) i just really wanna read this and i thought you'd do this perfectly 😽👀 - Smuganon:-)

A character of my choice?! Who do I choose?! Hope you like this, nonnie!

-Pomme  ☆～（ゝ。∂）

Shindo:

The two of you had met during the Hero License Exam, first on the battlefield, and then in the room showing that the two of you had passed.

You had complimented his skills, and he yours, the two of you hitting it off rather well after he commented how terribly you had hidden your blush when you saw his hero outfit.

You were dating not long after, both of you spending as much time with the other as you could outside of your studies, sometimes even studying together.

The two of you were both incredibly competitive, and that hadn’t changed at all since the two of you started dating.

He had reckoned that he could kick your ass in a game of laser tag, and you bet that he wouldn’t even last a whole five minutes on the same playing grounds as you.

So the two of you made a bet, and the loser had to do anything the winner wanted.

You went out on a Saturday, having made reservations to be part of a four o’clock match with four other players. Who ever got the most kills on the other won.

And so the match began, the two of you starting on different sides and quickly searching for the other.

Neither of you bothered with the other team, simply seeking the other out.

He got the first hit on you, shooting you square in the back as he had snuck up behind you, laughing and taunting you all the while.

You stuck a tongue out at him, reminding the other that this was only the beginning of your little match.

From there, you had gotten three kills on him, and he two more on you. You were tied.

It was nearing the last five minutes of the match, and you finally found him. He was on guard, but he hadn’t seen you yet.

So you sprinted to him, trying to get into range. He saw you, pointing his gun, only to miss as you dodged him. 

You needed a distraction!

Continuing forward, you pushed him into the wall, pressing your lips into his.

He dropped his gun as his tongue pushed into your mouth, hands opting to wrap around your waist and pull you closer.

The two of you broke apart, and you licked his bottom lip, smiling as you backed away.

You shot him as you did, just a second before the buzzer signifying that the match had ended went off, and he gave you a mockingly shocked expression.

You gave him a wink before running off to join your team.

“I still can’t believe you did that.” He grumbled, and you laughed, holding onto his arm as he walked you home.

“Worth it. I mean, I technically didn’t cheat.” He began yelling about how that ‘absolutely was cheating god dammit!’

You had made him do your English homework as a punishment, giggling as he complained.

“I was expecting something, I dunno, sexier?” He said sarcastically as he finished the last problem.

“Hmmm, maybe if you ask me nicely?” You quipped back. “I am the winner, after all.”

[lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean]

La Pomme ~ Chapter Three

Pairing: Sam x OC (eventual Dean x OC and Dean x Castiel. And I mean eventual.)

Series summary: George is a casual French-Mistake-universe Supernatural fan living in no-COVID 2020, who's life is upended when she's suddenly launched between realities, two years into the boys' past (S13E22). What begins as an insane, immersive fan experience turns into more when Jack goes missing and George offers up her AU information to help track him down. Soon it's discovered that she and Sam may actually have history. But that's impossible, right?

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: {smut, fluff, angst, show level violence, swearing, mentions of suicide} ***Detailed warnings will be tagged for specific chapters.

A/N: Following the events of my prequel Paradise and second story From My Eyes Off. Reading those first gives context but isn’t necessary to start this one.

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George had finally dared to leave after what seemed like days alone in that room. The TV kept her entertained for a bit, she'd even fallen asleep on the surprisingly comfortable bed. After a while though, she began to need to use the facilities more and more urgently. She tried to hold out for as long as she could, but when she woke up from a second nap with a painful bladder, she knew it was time to go (literally).

Incredibly, Rowena had left her fresh clothes that actually fit, although George was a bit concerned about the fact that there was more than one extra outfit. How long did Rowena anticipate her being here? Or was she just giving her options? Trying not to think about it, she grabbed some fresh under things (even the bras were the right size… What is happening?), distressed dark blue jean shorts, and a plain, white, long-sleeved v-neck t-shirt to change into.

Surprisingly, she had not been able to stealthily make her way to the bathroom without anyone seeing her as she'd planned. It had seemed like an easy plan, considering when she'd entered the room, her and Rowena were the only two people there. But now there were a million people in the bunker. Once she realized the influx of visitors was due to Dean and Sam having made it back with all the alternate world's refugees, it made sense. It also ended up being perfect timing.

She'd had great success maneuvering her way around and found the bathroom surprisingly easily. With so many people, she got mostly ignored and hadn't been spotted by any of the-as she called them-"major players:" Sam, Dean, Cas, Jack, Mary, Bobby-basically anyone she might get overly starstruck by running into. She decided to use that to her advantage and try to look for Rowena. Clearly, everyone was back through the rift, so now it was time to send her back home. Unfortunately, as she moved carefully through the maze like corridors, she took a few wrong turns and got a little lost.

Hearing people-distinctly male and familiar sounding people-headed down the hallway in her direction George froze. Panicking, she turned on her heel and tried hiding in a room marked 25, but it was locked. She bolted quietly down the hall further and ducked around a corner on the right. She knew she should keep moving but the fangirl in her pressed against the wall to listen for a beat.

As he and Sam walked into the hallway, heading towards their respective rooms for some much needed rest, Dean asked, "Hey, you remember… Remember you asked if we could stop it?"

"Yeah," Sam affirmed. Taking a deep breath before holding, George peeked her head around the corner. Her eyes went wide and she ducked back into her hiding spot, trying to keep from freaking out. Sam and Dean Winchester were mere feet from her. She could hear them talking! If she wanted to, she could walk out there right now and say hello. Definitely a bad idea, but she decided to allow herself to stay momentarily and listen to them chat.

"All of the evil in the world? If we could really change things? Well maybe with Jack we can," Dean said wistfully.

Sam nodded and shrugged, "Maybe you're right. Then what would we do?"

I have a few ideas… George closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from saying the words out loud.

Dean contemplated the question, "Mmm, Yea," then lifted up his beer, "This. Whole lot of this. But on a beach somewhere, ya know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas. Toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously."

George put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at the image. She'd kill to see that scene.

"Some hula girls," Dean added at the end.

Of course, George rolled her eyes with a smirk.

Sam looked at his brother skeptically, "Are you talking about retiring? You?"

"If I knew the world was safe? Hell yeah! And you know why? Because we freakin earned it, man."

"I'll drink to that," Sam lifted his beer to his lips and took a sip. He left Dean and walked down the hallway.

George smiled wistfully at Dean's plans. She agreed. They'd certainly earned retirement, though she knew their road wasn't over just yet.

By the time she realized the hallway had gotten quiet again and it was her cue to leave lest she get caught, it was too late. A tall, solid behemoth of a man suddenly turned down the hallway she was hiding in. The two collided gently, his beer spilling a bit down the front of her new shirt.

She squeaked a panicked, "Oh, fuck!" when she realized who it was.

"Ooof!" Sam stumbled back a bit and adjusted the bottle carefully. He looked at the obstacle he hadn't expected to find in the middle of an empty hallway and saw a woman. Dressed in a form fitting white v-neck tucked into a pair of blue jean shorts, she was around 5'8", had a thick curtain of pin-straight wheat-blonde hair falling to the middle of her back. She also had deep dusty blue eyes that stood out against her pale and freckled Irish skin. When Sam took a moment to appreciate her curvaceous, plump body he spotted some brightly colored splotches of orange and red ink on her calf and thigh that distracted him. It took him a moment to notice the large wet spot on the shirt across her chest and realize his drink had spilled on her.

"Oh! Shit, sorry-" Sam had unconsciously reached out to… he didn't know? Brush the liquid off? He regretted it when she slapped his hand away from her chest quickly.

"Nono! I've got it, thanks!" Blushing bright red, she grabbed the wet fabric and pulled it away from her skin, fanning it gently.

"Right, sorry!" Sam held his hands up and away non threateningly, watching her. A strange ball of emotion was building in his chest. He felt an undeniable attraction and also... familiarity? But he couldn't think of her name or where he knew her from; he didn't think she looked like any of the people he'd met from the camp. But obviously that's where she had to be from. Where else could he possibly recognize her from?

"No, it's my fault! If I hadn't been lurking in the hallway like a creeper…" She made the mistake of looking at him and the second she met his eyes, she could feel the color draining from her face and she got a bit light headed.

Jared-fucking-Padalecki was standing in front of her, more tall and gorgeous in person than she'd even anticipated. She felt simultaneously cold and hot, as her mind wrestled with the knowledge that it wasn't really Jared Padalecki at all. It was Sam Winchester and that somehow made it way worse. And she'd slapped him! She hadn't exactly meant to slap him, she was just trying to prevent him from touching her and causing her to burst into a ball of fangirl flames. This wouldn't have happened at all if she had just listened to Rowena and stayed in her room!

"Are you sure you're OK?" Sam asked with a concerned furrow of the brow. She'd turned a peculiar sort of pale green the minute they'd locked eyes.

"I'm fine!" It came out more forcefully than she intended and she rolled her eyes at herself, "Sorry, I'm just… wet?" She finally shrugged helplessly, struggling to find a suitable explanation. George could see a faint blush on his cheeks as Sam looked down quickly, trying to mask a chuckle. When she got the innuendo-or, more accurately, realized he got the innuendo-she blushed again and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she motioned to her shirt with an embarrassed smile, "Er-uhh-f-from the beer?"

"Right," He smiled, deeply intrigued by the strangely familiar woman. "Listen, I'm sorry, I feel like we've met but I can't remember your name." With a charming smile he held out a large hand to her and introduced himself, "I'm Sam."

"Uhhhh…" Her stomach plummeted through the floor, unsure how to respond. They'd definitely never met before, she was sure of that. Probably just a line he uses, though the thought that Sam would 'use a line' seemed wildly out of character and she dismissed it almost right away. She knew she couldn't tell him too much but… she guessed her name was fine?

With a gulp, she took his hand and shook it a little too firmly, answering, "Georgia! M-my-my name is Georgia. Uh-most people call me George." The feeling of her hand in his was electrifying. George's knees buckled a bit and she squeezed tightly. Get it together, you thirsty hoe!

"Nice to meet you, George." He asked with an interested eyebrow, "How are you adjusting?"

She'd been distracted by how beautiful his hair looked in real life, when she noticed he was looking at her expectedly. With a quick head shake she asked, "Uh-What? Sorry."

"I was wondering how you were adjusting to being here? Can't be easy, coming to a new reality?" She furrowed her brow, stunned. How did he know that she'd come from an alternate reality? Thankfully, he hand fed her her cover story by quickly clarifying, "You must be from the refugee camp, right?"

"Refugee? Oh-right-Apocalypse World!" She looked amazed, thanking her lucky stars that the timeline worked out perfectly for her at that moment. Darting her eyes around the small hallway, she tried to come up with a better-more honest-explanation, but failed miserably. Finally she said, "Sure, the camps. That makes perfect sense!" She nodded definitively, hoping that was enough for him to move on. Then she realized he was still waiting for her to answer his original question. She couldn't remember the question. "Shit, sorry," Covering her face with her hands, she laughed at how stupid she was being.

He thinks he's just a regular person for god sakes! Stop acting like a groupie and just talk to the man!

"I guess maybe that answers my question?" Sam teased. She just nodded in agreement, still unable to form words no matter how hard she tried. This man was just too gorgeous and for fucks sake he was Sam. Winchester. Surreal didn't even begin to cover it.

Sam twitched suddenly and then held out his beer to her, "Would you mind holding this for a sec?"

She shrugged and took it from him helpfully, watching him reach into his jeans pocket to pull out his phone. Looking at the screen he glanced up at her with a frustrated expression, "I have to take this, I'm sorry." Wordlessly, she motioned that it was fine, and he held the phone up to his ear, "Hello?"

While he answered, she glanced around for her exits and tried to figure out an escape plan. She should not be interacting with him this much. Who knows what kind of strange ramifications this could have back in her reality! As much as she didn't want to, she had to get away.

The sudden alarm in his voice drew her attention back to him.

"Whoa, slow down! What?!" As he spoke to the person on the phone, he stole a glance at her. When he caught her eye, she quickly turned her head, nonchalantly lifting the beer up for a drink. The second the bottle touched her lips she remembered it wasn't hers and she froze, looking back at him. The surprised smirk on his face made her blush and she pulled the beer away, apologizing silently.

He shook his head as if to say 'it's OK,' but stopped short, catching the tail end of what the person on the other end of the line was saying. He broke eye contact and turned his head to listen carefully, "Wha-sorry. Say that again?" His face dropped and he gulped. Into the phone he said, "Uh, hold on-"

Pulling the phone away from his ear, he smiled kindly though there was worry in his eyes. "Hey, George, I-I have to go. It was very nice meeting you and I'm sorry for… getting you wet." Thankfully, she was standing against the wall already, because her knees definitely buckled. He started to walk backwards down the hallway, urgently needing to find Dean. "Now that I know you're here, I'll make sure to check my corners for beautiful women first." She blushed furiously, a look of shock on her face, and bit her lip hard to keep from grinning like a maniac. He motioned to the beer in her hand and offered, "You can keep that by the way," before turning and disappearing down the hall.

She stood speechless, staring at the air where he'd been standing. After an embarrassingly long time, she shook herself out of her stupor and let out a guttural breath, "oooohkay, well." She looked up at the ceiling and begged, "listen, if this whole thing does turn out to be fake and you got that on film, I will pay a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. for a copy." Looking down at the beer in her hand, she considered it before taking a swig and muttering to herself, "Fuck me."

A short while later, she slowly and carefully exited her room again. This time she was hungry and she figured she'd already been caught; what's the worst that could happen? Worse than starving to death? She'd take her chances. Proceeding cautiously, she made her way toward the kitchen, taking the long way.

Nearly an hour later, George saw Dean heading toward the map room from her hiding spot in the hall. She'd snuck her way through the bunker, waiting until she was sure most of the major players were preoccupied before attempting to fix herself some food. She did not want a repeat of the hallway scene… well, OK, if she were honest, she wouldn't mind an exact repeat of that, actually. But she knew it was wrong, so was doing her best to avoid it.

George swiftly darted into the kitchen. As she lost herself in mentally replaying Sam insinuating she was beautiful on a loop, she started to gather her supplies for a turkey sandwich. She was barely able to get the bread on the counter before there was a loud booming sound elsewhere in the bunker. She turned toward the entrance she'd come from and suddenly all of the lights in the kitchen began to flicker with a terrifying sense of urgency. Her heart beat nearly matched the flickering as she was plunged into darkness over and over again, calling up every horror movie she'd ever seen.

Like that one that takes place in an old abandoned bunker that's haunted by the ghosts of all the people that have died there and now you're trapped inside with them too?

She closed her eyes tightly and mentally slapped herself, stop that NOW, you moron! Although she came from a reality where she logically knew no such things exist, she'd always been deathly afraid of ghosts, demons, and other supernatural beings. A fact that conflicted fiercely with her love of the horror movie genre. As a single woman living alone, she couldn't sleep for a week after watching Paranormal Activity unless it was light outside. She'd never admit it to anyone, but it was actually the reason she'd adopted her senior cat, Oren. Everyone knew cats could sense evil. Oren protected her from her imagination for almost nine years.

Unfortunately, she was now in a reality where all those things were real and he wasn't there to help at the moment. George could already feel the beginnings of a panic attack. Every time the lights flickered back on she was sure a terrifying, old-timey ghost professor was going to appear in front of her with a rusty machete.

She yelped when more distant pounding began to echo rhythmically throughout the bunker. Quickly, she began yanking kitchen drawers open looking for a weapon. The third drawer was a jackpot. Plenty of sharp kitchen cutlery, but a beautiful, shiny silver 12" butcher knife was laying on top and she could have kissed it. Instead, she picked it up and clutched it to her chest tightly.

After taking several deep breaths, she spoke to herself again, OK, bitch. You can do this. I know the supernatural terrifies you, but the good news is this is just a TV show and none of it is real! So, even IF a psycho ghost doctor who's coming to give you a lobotomy with a broken ice pick did appear in front of you right now, it's OK because it's not real! Besides, they don't do a lot of bunker ghost episodes-that I know of-so really, chances are all this noise is just Lucifer coming to kill everyone! Stay calm, everything's fine! She paused her peptalk contemplatively for a moment, noting the irony of that statement with a frustrated huff.

Think, Georgia, think! Safest thing to do would be to get back to my room and hide. Just move slow. Use your senses. And if anything comes for you: stab first, ask questions later.

She started moving toward the exit, headed for her hidey hole, which was unfortunately on the other side of the bunker. When she reached the doorway, she listened carefully and, other than the pounding, things seemed quiet. Ducking her head out quickly she breathed a sigh of relief at the empty hallway, and couldn't see anyone in the map room to the left. Climbing the short steps and leaping across the small corridor, she flanked the right side, which gave her the most cover for the direction she was headed.

Just as she reached the mini staircase that took her to the map room there was a deafening crash of metal on metal, causing her to step back and press herself against the wall in fear. It was quiet again for a moment and she noticed the lights had stopped flickering. Quickly shifting back to the staircase, she slowly moved her head out to see what she could see of the map room beyond.

She caught a glimpse of Sam and Dean, with their backs to her, drawing their guns and aiming up. Then, bullets went flying. Quickly dropping into Child's Pose behind the wall for cover, she plugged her ears, tried to breathe, and stay still. When the shooting stopped, she heard some grunting and a thud. Lifting her head slowly, she heard more scuffling and then suddenly a large blur of hair and plaid came into her line of sight as Sam was tossed back against the wall at the staircase.

As a scream threatened to erupt, she slapped a hand over her mouth and watched helplessly as he crumpled to the ground. Shifting forward to look in, she saw Dean throwing punches at a man she didn't recognize. Unfortunately, the man wasn't phased. Looking back at Sam to see if he was ready to lunge in there at just the right moment to save Dean, she winced; he was barely up on his elbows and moving sluggish. When she spotted another trench coat covered body in a heap on the floor to the right, the gravity of the situation hit her hard.

Quickly shimmying herself back along the wall until she could only see Sam, she squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to keep from dry heaving. Clutching the knife tightly she debated with herself about whether or not to storm in. Her heart told her that it would at least maybe distract the guy long enough for someone else to do something and possibly save them. Her head-and her survival instincts-told her that a more likely outcome would be getting herself killed instantly and pointlessly.

She heard a noise and looked up, seeing Sam with his head down against the ground. It sounded like he was praying. She watched him for a moment, tears springing to her eyes at how hopeless this situation was.

Are you serious? Did I really just come here to watch Sam and Dean Winchester die? What the fuck kind of fan experience is that? As an irrational rage began to build inside of her chest at the injustice, she adjusted her grip on the knife and made her decision.

Just as she was about to leap up and barge in, Sam's head snapped up and his eyes landed on her. A confused expression appeared on his face. Seeing the knife in her hands and her look of resolve and determination, his expression changed to sad very quickly. He glanced in Dean's direction and then back to her, shaking his head just enough to send a clear message. He then motioned covertly for her to run in the opposite direction. Tears fell down her cheek and she hesitated, gripping the knife tighter and leaning toward him. The pleading look he gave her stopped her in her tracks and she gulped.

"Go," he mouthed to her, before his head snapped back toward something in the room that made a loud echoing sound. Whatever it was, she couldn't see, but the noise terrified her. With hardly any control of her body, she leapt up and bolted down the hallway away from them. Finding a small unlocked supply closet as far down the hallway as she could, she closed the door and locked herself inside.