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Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 26 - The Good Ending :)

For all you Nonnies who feel bad for dear Reader.

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The Moby had finally made it to Heddle Island and you’d been practically counting down the seconds until your girl’s day with Tate. You were so excited to finally be allowed off the ship and on solid ground again, nothing could dampen your elated mood. Well, almost nothing. The boat had already been docked for a day and you still hadn’t been on the island. Tate was working until the following day when she was granted shore leave. You were going stir crazy with the island so close but not being able to go.

On the first day that the Moby had docked, Marco and Thatch disembarked, saying something about scoping out the island. You weren’t sure why, there wasn’t a strong Marine presence on the island. If anything, it was held as a neutral territory, the materials that they produced too precious to pirates, Marines, and civilians for anyone to cause trouble. It was also extremely close to the Calm Belt, not a very advantageous position to maintain for any particular group. Even so, you didn’t ask if you could go with them because you didn’t want anything to get in the way of your day with Tate. You didn’t want to “waste” your opportunity off the island in case you only got one.

You were fixing a few musical instruments on the deck when someone put their hand on your shoulder. Squeaking, you turned around to see a grinning Thatch, with members of the Fourth lingering behind him, chatting among themselves.

“ Mija , look what I found,” he said, motioning to the devil fruit held in his hand. You instinctively leaned back, away from the fruit. Even though it was just a fruit, it almost seemed menacing , like it was radiating evil.

“Congrats,” you said lightly, “what are you going to do with it?” Your gut told you there was nothing good about that fruit, you wondered if Thatch felt it too. Maybe he’d sell it, make a lot of money.

“What will I do with it? Eat it, of course. Think about how much stronger I’ll be for you, Mami," Thatch said, flexing a bicep. You hummed, thinking to yourself. You almost told Thatch you didn’t think he should eat it, but that was his choice, not yours.

“Do you know what it does? I can try researching it for you in the library,” you suggested. You hadn’t known what yours did before you ate it, many people didn’t. Still, it was always a good idea to try and find information beforehand.

Thatch tutted his disapproval. “It’s always better to eat a devil fruit right away and I have a good feeling about this one. Maybe it’s the Break -break Fruit and I’ll break things and you’ll fix them. We’ll be a matching set,” Thatch said, smiling at you. You smiled back but it didn’t reach your eyes. Even though you had mixed feelings about Thatch, you knew that this fruit was bad news. But you held your tongue, Thatch was a grown man and could make his own choices.

“I’m going to eat it with Marco in the infirmary right now,” he continued, “he can help me with the transition and make sure there aren’t any adverse events. I should be fine by the morning, but I don’t think I can make your girls day trip tresora . I know Ace, Izou, and Vista were already planning on going. I think that’s enough, that’s three Commanders with two little ladies, no?” You nodded, thankful he didn’t reconsider the trip now that he wouldn’t be going.

“I’ll bring you back something,” you said brightly, kissing his cheek.

“Just make sure you come back to me, and all will be right in the world Mami .” He kissed your forehead, pinched your cheek. “I’ll see you soon, I can’t wait to show you what I’m capable of,” he said, and turned to go, Devil Fruit in hand. You sighed, you didn’t think this was a good idea. But either way, it seemed like it was happening, and now.

With Thatch and Marco occupied with the Devil Fruit, you were spending the night with Ace. Coming into his room, carrying everything you would need for the day, you found Ace laying on his bed, arms behind his head, lost in thought. You set down your belongings and crossed the room, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Hey, you alright?” It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Ace like this, he was prone to depression. He hadn’t ever told you the full details about why, but it didn’t really matter. He needed support and affection, which you often provided.

“Yeah, M’fine. Listen, I wanna talk to ya,” Ace said, looking at you. Waiting for him to continue, you nodded encouragingly. “Do you, um, like being on the ship?”

You blinked a few times, trying to think how to answer the question without getting in trouble. “I did prefer living on land, but I know that’s not really possible right now,” you hedged, not answering the question directly.

“No, no. Like, um, do you like being here with us? Like with me and Marco and Thatch?” You bit your lip. You didn’t know how to answer.

“Um, I…I’m not, um……yes.” You stuttered in the beginning, unsure what to say. The truth was that there were some things about them that you did like but many that you didn’t. But you weren’t sure how much you could trust Ace to keep your confidence or not to get angry and punish you. Ace didn’t respond, just looked at you as if trying to solve a puzzle.

Ace POV

Ace watched you wring your hands and struggle to answer his simple question, searching his face for his reaction before you answered. Your body language was answer enough, no matter what you said. He smiled at you, and you immediately responded in kind, relieved that he wasn’t angry with you. Ace wanted to groan in frustration but didn’t want to upset you. For now, he would just allow things to happen as they would.

“C’mere,” Ace suggested, holding his arms out to you. He slid over on the bed, making room for you. You obliged and got in next to him, folding yourself into his arms. Ace still loved you and everything about you. He loved the way you smelled, the way you helped him, your thoughtfulness, your kindness, your beauty. He was just as taken with you now as he had been when you first fished him out of a pile of wood and made him shower. He loved the way you fit into him perfectly at night, your breathy sighs, your tight cunt, all of you from head to toe. He ran his hands up and down your back under your shirt. Ace was proud of you, when he first met you, there was no way you’d let him see your back, much less feel it. You’d made a lot of progress in a lot of ways with them. He hated the raised scars, the physical manifestations of the suffering you’d been through. But he loved holding the woman he loved tightly, reassuring her with his touch.

“Do you want me to take it off?” you asked quietly.

“Nah, ‘m tired,” Ace replied. He didn’t want to push anything, just let you relax and do what you wanted. You hummed happily, snuggling deeper into his arms. He rubbed your back until you fell asleep and a while longer after that. Ace stayed awake late into the night, thinking over the events of the past few months. He knew what he had to do, he knew it had to happen, but he felt lost. He had siblings and brothers to help him along the way, he supposed, but it was a different feeling. He pulled you tighter into his embrace, your small chuff of displeasure quickly dissipating when he heated you a little more using his fruit. He felt like he was trying to stop the sands of an hourglass from falling, trying to keep you in the present.

Your POV

You woke the next morning to a snoring Ace and sunshine streaming in through the windows. Ace looked tired, like he hadn’t slept well. You disentangled from his arms as gently as you could and shut the shades for him to continue sleeping. It was early but you were too excited to sleep. After changing your clothes, you hurried off to the Women’s Quarters, knocking on the door lightly. Tate, already dressed in civilian clothes and carrying a large stuffed tote, answered the door. Seeing you, she smiled widely and came out, quickly closing the door behind her.

“Hey lady, you excited too?” the nurse asked, waggling her eyebrows.

“Of course, I can’t wait. I’ve been practically pacing the deck waiting to get off the ship,” you replied. It was too early to disembark, you needed to wait for at least Vista and Izou, if not Ace as well.

“We should check on Thatch and say hi to Marco before we go,” Tate mused. “We’ll get more undisturbed time if we see them in the morning. An ounce of medicine is worth a pound of cure and all that.” Her idea made sense, you knew they both liked to lay eyes on you as often as possible, so seeing them this morning probably meant fewer calls on the Den Den Mushi or emergency lift off from Marco.

“Good thinking, let’s bring them breakfast. You know how Thatch gets when he’s hungry,” you grumbled. You’d only seen it once, but he was so bitchy when he needed to eat. You hadn’t said it to his face, but it was amazing how quickly he’d become his jovial self once he ate a stack of pancakes. The two of you headed over to the kitchens, loading plates with the Commander’s favorites in the hopes of appeasing the men. Tate carried Marco’s and you carried Thatch’s as you chatted on your way to the infirmary.

After Tate opened the door, the two of you walked into the infirmary and poked around until you saw Thatch sleeping in a bed with Marco reading in a chair nearby. You went up to Marco, putting Thatch’s plate on a table near the bed and handing him his own. Tate had gone to check in with the nurses in anticipation of her day off. Marco put down his book, smiling up at you, and took his plate from your hands.

“Good morning, Marco,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Good morning, Doveling. Thank you for the breakfast. To what do I owe this surprise?” You sat down on Marco’s lap, trying to enhance his good mood.

“Is everything OK? If Thatch is doing well, I was going to leave with Tate soon, I wanted to say goodbye first,” you said, leaning back against his broad chest. Marco placed the book on the floor and his arms encircled you.

“If this is what your behavior is like in anticipation of a reward, perhaps we need to think of more yoi,” Marco said, holding your chin in his hand. You were embarrassed if Tate came in and saw you like this, your face flushing. But you didn’t pull away, you let Marco do what he wanted. Marco held you in place as he kissed you, his other hand grabbing at the fat of your ass and kneading it. Thatch groaned in bed, causing Marco to pause and look at his friend.

“Almost got carried away, Doveling. Thatch is fine, it was a rough transition. We aren’t sure what the fruit does yet but whatever it does is making it difficult for me to heal him. Very curious,” Marco finished, puzzling over the fruit. He brightened again when looking back at you. “Enjoy your day trip, Doveling. I’ll see you when you get back.” He kissed your neck and set you on your feet, sending you off with a playful swat to your ass.

“Bye, Marco. See you later,” you said brightly, heading for the door of Thatch’s room. Tate was waiting for you outside the door, watching through the window. She wasn’t as happy as she had been earlier that morning, frowning at you.

“Everything alright? Is something happening with the nurses?” you asked, worried.

Tate smiled once again. “No, no. We’re all set. Let’s get going, it’s late enough now.” The two of you climbed the stairs to the top deck, looking for Vista, Ace, and Izou. Finding the older two Commanders, you were surprised to see an annoyed looking Ace waiting with them.

“Everyone ready?” Tate asked the gathered crew.

“Yes. Time to move,” Vista boomed, twirling his mustache. Ace looked like he was still half asleep, you came up behind him and rubbed his back.

“C’mon, Ace. I’ll give you money for breakfast on the island,” you said, Ace brightening up immediately. “I’m sure I’ll have leftover funds from the budget.” You had been to the island a few times, you wondered if anyone remembered you. Even if they didn’t, you were pretty good at haggling, you could get the prices of almost anything down, especially throwing a name like Whitebeard’s around.

“Don’t coddle the boy,” Izou tutted at you. “He’s known about this venture for days, he knew what time we were leaving.” You stuck out your tongue at Izou in defense of Ace, and Izou rolled his eyes with a smile.

The Commanders helped you and Tate board the dinghy, and sailed the smooth waters to the island. You, Izou, and Tate all excitedly discussed which fabric stores you’d want to go to, as well as the spa that you were all excited for. Vista was excited for the spa, not the fabric stores. Ace wasn’t excited at all, still hungry for breakfast. You thought he might like the spa once he got there.

“I think we should go to the spa first,” suggested Tate. You were a little surprised, you always liked getting your work out of the way first.

“Are you sure? Won’t it be more relaxing if we get what we need first? Get everything done?” you asked.

Tate shook her head. “The only reservations I could get for a group of two women and three men were in the morning. I can always cancel the reservations and we could try to get in during the afternoon but the women’s spa fills quickly. I can’t guarantee that we’ll be able to get in.” Her explanation made sense, and you really did want to revisit their wet saunas and hot tubs.

“I must agree with Tate,” Izou said, “ this one will be much more amenable to waiting for us while shopping if he’s pampered first,” motioning with his head to Vista.

“Oi,” his husband replied, “I’m sure the hot stone massages you have booked have nothing to do with your opinion, dear?” Izou pouted but Vista just laughed. You smiled, they fought like the old married couple they were.

“Alright, we can look at the fabrics in the afternoon. We’ll get better deals anyway,” you stated, knowing how the businesses on the island tended to work. Ace tied off the boat to the dock and helped you off the vessel. You waited for the group, walking together down the pier towards the town. You saw a few people point at you and whisper, but didn’t mind. The Whitebeard Pirates were an extremely notorious crew and you’d come to the island with famous Commanders. Making your way downtown, a few people gave you shocked waves, and you waved back. The town was just as beautiful and charming as you remembered. Every building was richly colored, a pictographic sign above each building delineating what the business inside was.

Passing by a thread store you’d bought from several times in the past, the elderly owner came out to greet you herself. “Amo? Is it really you?” the old woman asked, looking at you over her green framed glasses. Your friends stood back, allowing you the private conversation.

You smiled kindly and stopped to hold the hand of the grandma. “Hi, Nana. Yes, it’s me. I’ll be by to see you this afternoon, I’m going to the spa right now.”

Nana had tears in her eyes as she clapped your hand between hers. “We’ve missed you so dearly! We all heard about your island being destroyed and nothing for years after that. We all thought…well, it doesn’t matter. You’re alive and here now. But…” her voice dipped to a whisper, “are you the prisoner of these pirates? If you want, there are other ways off the island.”

Your eyes widened, you hoped Ace didn’t hear that. You glanced over out of the corner of your eyes, Ace was studying something in the store window next door. You sighed in relief. “Ah, no, I’m OK. These pirates have…helped me,” you whispered back. Nana nodded at you, still questioning your words.

“If you say so. I’ll wait for you this afternoon, I can’t believe you’re finally back after all these years! It really is a miracle,” Nana finished, speaking at full volume once again. “See you later, dear,” Nana said, waving you off.

“Wow,” Ace said with a whistle, “you’re popular here. Everyone’s whispering about you.”

You shrugged your shoulders, about to reply when Izou spoke. “Pff. I told you, she’s incredibly famous. Probably the second most famous person on our ship, after Pops. She’s just humble.” You blushed, you didn’t think that was true, but didn’t disagree. It was kind of nice having people value you for your skills rather than what you could provide to them. Since Ace couldn’t enjoy being in the spa due to his Devil Fruit, you gave him some money and sent him to go get himself breakfast.

“Bye,” he said, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“Bye, Ace. See you this afternoon,” you said while being squished by the Commander. Ace hummed, kissed you on the mouth chastely, and smiled.

“Yeah. This afternoon,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. You had never seen Ace like this before, he must be incredibly hungry. He walked off, shuffling his feet under him. You’d check in on him later, you thought, he must still be upset by whatever he was thinking about the previous day.

Walking to the spa, you were greeted with the soothing smells of lavender and bergamot and the sounds of rushing water. This particular spa was known for recreating hot springs inside, complete with a large waterfall. Tate ambled up to the counter and slid a card to the receptionist, speaking with her casually. Picking up the card, the receptionist nodded and handed Tate two pink robes and towels. Coming back to the group, Tate handed you the robe and towel.

“Alright, boys. Time to split up. The receptionist will hand you what you need, we’re going off to the women’s side of the spa. Let’s meet up in say, three hours? How does that sound?” Tate asked the men. Three hours sounded like a lot of time to you, but Tate was organized with a plan. You’d go along with what she wanted, she seemed to know what was going on. Izou looked you over.

“Goodbye, Amo. See you soon,” Izou said, somewhat sadly.

“It’s just three hours,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Of course,” he replied, smiling. Izou hugged you, a rare moment of physical affection from him. Vista hugged the both of you, eyes crinkling. You weren’t sure why they were being weird, but you liked hugging them both. Tate, took your hand, pulling you towards the door marked for women.

“We gotta go! We’re on a tight schedule,” Tate said brightly, waving to the men. With that, Tate practically pushed you inside the changing room.

Tate POV

Tate was nervous, everything needed to go off without a hitch in order to save you. So far, everything worked out perfectly. She had been nervous that the old woman was going to ruin everything with her suggestion, but thankfully you didn’t respond to her. Tate, Izou, Vista, and Ace hadn’t told you about your impending rescue. Tate knew you couldn’t lie well and Marco would be able to tell something was going on. He’d figure it out quickly, and Tate shuddered to think of the consequences for you both.

Pushing you into the changing room away from the men, Tate quickly grabbed you by the shoulders. “Listen,” she said to you, “you’re not staying in the spa. You’re leaving.” You looked at Tate with eyes filled with confusion. “We can talk freely here, the sound of the running water means no one can hear us, even if they have observation haki,” Tate explained. “We don’t have a lot of time, you need to move fast. There’s a Kuja ship docked on the other side of the island. They’re waiting for you, they’re going to take you to Amazon Lily,” Tate said in a rush. She had met the Empress long ago, and Boa owed her a favor. Besides, Boa was already interested in your Devil Fruit ability, you’d be invaluable there.

“What - why would -” Tate cut you off. She was sorry but time was a luxury she didn’t have.

“Shh. Listen, listen. I know what’s been happening on the ship. With Marco, with Thatch. It’s not…it’s not right. It’s not what - you deserve better. A better life. Not…not what you have on the ship. I called in a favor, the Kuja sometimes rescue women in need, especially women with unique skills, like you. They’ll take you to Amazon Lily, we’re the closest you can get on the Grand Line. Marco won’t be able to follow if they set sail soon. The Calm Belt is too dangerous even for him to fly through and besides, there’s political considerations that tie his hands regarding the Kuja. So, you have to go. Now. Don’t get undressed, take this,” Tate said quickly, handing you her heavy tote. “It’s some of your belongings, a few of mine, and money the nurses gathered for you. I’ll lead you out the back door.” Tate grabbed your hand and started walking you through the spa.

“Wh-what about Izou and Vista and Ace? Won’t they come looking for me?” you asked, still processing everything Tate had just told you.

“They already know all of this, they helped me set everything up. They’re here to keep our cover, having them here made Marco feel safe enough to send you to the island. Ace finally got his head out of his ass and is going to head off Marco if he comes to the island before the ship sails. Luckily for us, Thatch ate that fruit and is out of the picture for today, in addition to keeping Marco busy. It couldn’t have worked out better.” Tate had guided you to the back door, and had her hand on the handle. You had tears running down your face, Tate wasn’t sure you noticed.

“Th-thank you, thank you, thank you,” you cried, holding Tate’s arm. “I can’t - I can’t repay you,” you sobbed. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble?” you asked, lip quivering.

“Nah, I have enough people on my side. Nothing’s gonna happen to me. Besides, who can say what really happened?” Tate said with a wink. “I was getting a massage, you were in the sauna, how was I to know you escaped?” Tate’s expression turned serious, “you living a long healthy, peaceful life is all the repayment I need. You deserve it. Now, go. Take this alley to the very end and turn right on the main street. Take it all the way to the far docks and ask for the Kuja ship. They’re waiting for you. Hand them this,” Tate explained, giving you a note ending with her signature. Tate hugged you fiercely, she knew it would be for the last time.

“Thank you,” you repeated, wiping your nose on your sleeve. Tate opened the door to your future.

“Go, enjoy your freedom,” Tate said with a smile.

Epilogue - Three Months Later

You sat on the ground, fixing innumerable arrows for Kuja warriors as they waited their turn in line to see you. It wasn’t interesting, but you didn’t mind doing it for those who protected you. You appreciated them the same way you did the Brothers - gruff and terse but caring in their own way. You’d made a few close friends, women who had escaped from circumstances similar enough to your own. The Kuja were friendly, but didn’t understand what it felt like to not be a warrior capable of defending yourself. The Kuja women were fierce but kind, giving you company when you wanted it and space when you needed it. You’d started to build another life for yourself, though it wasn’t easy starting from scratch yet again.

Life was slower on Amazon Lily, but you wouldn’t have traded it for anything. You were lost in those first few weeks, trying to understand who you reported to and who you needed to please. It turned out that beyond the Empress, no one was your boss and no one needed much from you. Of course, they expected you to work and earn your keep on the island. As isolated as it was, there wasn’t a lot of room for loafers, everyone had tasks to attend to. You quickly demonstrated your value and spent your days making clothes or fixing things, much like you had on the Moby.

But you didn’t have fear constantly lingering and creeping into your thoughts, you didn’t feel like you had to watch what you said, always walking on eggshells. You didn’t have to sit on someone’s lap to eat, to accept whatever sexual acts were being forced on you, to have your boundaries trampled constantly. You didn’t have to worry about rules and punishment, outside of the normal rules of their society. Sure, men weren’t allowed on the island, but it wasn’t like you were going to bring any.

The longer you stayed at Amazon Lily and the more you spoke with the other traumatized women, the more you saw how awful your time on the Moby was. You struggled immensely with guilt, anxiety, and feelings of abandonment as you sifted through all the memories. You were grateful for your physical health, but it came at too high a price. It was all so clear in retrospect, now that you were away from it all. You tried to push it from your mind, keep yourself in the present.

Except.

Sometimes late at night after all the other women had gone to bed, and you were alone by the dying fire, your mind would drift to those you’d left behind. To Ace, to Vista, to Izou, to Tate. You hoped your friends had escaped retribution, that no harm had befallen them on your behalf. Tate was so self assured that she wouldn’t have any backlash, but you weren’t so sure. You would send up thoughts and wishes to the skies, sending the Universe your wishes for their good fortune.

And other nights, you would think of the other two. Of Thatch, of Marco. A shiver would tingle down your spine as you remembered their smiles, their words, their touches. And on those nights, you’d extinguish the fire quickly, the flickering flames far too reminiscent of another.

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writingsofwesteros · 4 months ago

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If Daemon had one other reason to hate the Hightowers, it was because Gwayne Hightower had taken his precious petal from him. King Viserys had promised Daemon to wed him to lady Tyrell, although the girl lacked his request for a Valyrian bride he couldn’t deny her beauty. A girl of 1 and 6 years entering womanhood with a slim waist and deliciously full breast, Daemon could only imagine how her body would swell beautifully when she carried his seed. However, with Aemma’s father holding some resentment and anger with the King due to his lack of empathy towards his daughter’s miscarriages, viserys needed to further strengthen his ties with the Vale. So he broke his promise and married Daemon off to house Royce, his little flower was instead married off to her childhood companion, Gwayne Hightower. Whenever tourneys or balls were held in the Red Keep, Daemon would see his little flower again. And just seeing or being near her again would make his cock swell, if Daemon wasn’t in silk street fucking whores who looked like her he would spy on her and Gwayne Hightower. He was jealous is how much of a dirty girl his little flower was, watching her fuck her babes wet nurse while Gwayne watched or joined them. He knew she would never bed him, the girl was too loyal and enamored with her husband. The only way he claimed her was by paying her handmaidens to give them her small clothes used or new, he would sniff or cum on them. He stupidly hoped that with Petal wearing her cum covered small clothes, his seed would take and she’d birth a silver-head babe for once instead of those plain featured red-head tykes.

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 1 year ago

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wanna get carried away

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49866280 by frankie_31 Peter Hale is wasting his life when hit by a bus. Or, Peter is spending his precious moments on Earth thinking about work when he gets hit by a bus. Or maybe, Peter is trying to beat his coworker to the office when he gets hit by a bus. In any event, Peter is hit by a bus. Words: 3819, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of almost and maybe fics Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Peter Gets Hit With A Bus, Artist Stiles Stilinski, Lawyer Peter Hale, I Made Stiles An Aries, I am willing to argue about it, Meet-Ugly, Strangers to Lovers, Stiles Stilinski Takes Care of Peter Hale Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49866280

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accapitalmarket · 1 month ago

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UK inflation figure boosts 90% BoE cut expectation, GBP lower

UK stocks rose on Wednesday after headline inflation fell by more than expected in September, boosting hopes for a Bank of England (BoE) rate cut next month.

The UK consumer price index (CPI) fell to an annualised rate of 1.7% in September, a three-and-a-half year low, down from 2.2% in August. That was better than forecasts for CPI growth to drop to 1.9% and takes it below the BoE’s target rate of 2.0%.

Following the data, investors now see around a 90% chance that the Bank of England will cut rates at its next policy meeting on November 7.

On foreign exchanges, amid the heightened rate cut expectations, the pound shed 0.70% versus the dollar to 1.2982 and fell 0.40% against the euro to 1.1955. The European Central Bank will unveil its latest interest rate decision tomorrow.

GBPUSD H4

At the stock market close in London, the blue-chip FTSE 100 index was up 1.0% at 8,329, a near four-week peak. Meanwhile, the mid-cap FTSE 250 index gained 0.9% at 20,979, a two-week closing high.

Rate-sensitive housebuilders rose, with recently merged Barratt Redrow adding 4.7%, Taylor Wimpey gaining 3.5% and Persimmon ahead 3.5%.

The prospect of lower mortgage rates also lifted kitchen goods supplier Howden Joinery, up 2.3%, and DIY retailer Kingfisher, ahead 1.3%.

Precious metal miners were higher reflecting a stronger gold price, with Endeavour Mining adding 3.9% and Fresnillo up 2.2%. Chile-focused miner Antofagasta was also in favour, up 1.3%, after reporting an increase in copper production in the third quarter.

Among individual movers, Whitbread led the blue-chip gainers, climbing 6.1% as the Premier Inn hotels owner remained optimistic for the future as it starts a five-year growth plan, even as it reported a more than 20% drop in first half profit amid soft UK demand.

On the second-line, Tate & Lyle jumped 8.3% after the Financial Times reported that private equity firm Advent International is preparing a takeover offer for the UK-based food and beverage ingredients maker.

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And Quilter gained 4.7% after the FTSE 250-listed wealth manager reported higher third-quarter assets under management.

But on the downside, non-life insurers fell after the Financial Conduct Authority started a review of the premium finance market, amid fears that consumers who borrow to pay for motor and home insurance may not be receiving fair or competitive deals. Admiral shed 2.1%, while Beazley lost 1.3% and comparison platform Moneysupermarket dropped 7.1.

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forestraydentists · 2 years ago

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Millennium Bridge

Among the most beautiful and iconic pieces of London design, Millennium Bridge is a masterpiece. Located on the north bank of the Thames, the bridge links St. Paul’s Cathedral on the north and the Tate Modern and Shakespeare’s Globe on the south. Whether you are traveling to London or are already a local, you should take the time to visit Millennium Bridge. It is one of the most impressive sights in the city. The bridge has been featured in several movies. It is a great way to see the London skyline, as well as the surrounding area.

The first thing to know about the Millennium Bridge is that it is not designed for vehicles. There are gentle ramps on both sides. The structure was designed to be able to accommodate over 5000 people at a time. The design was submitted in a competition run by the Southwark council. It wowed the judges with its ‘blade of light’ design. The other thing to know is that the bridge is open to the public seven days a week. There are a variety of activities to do while you are here. There are guided tours, as well as other forms of entertainment. You can even go shopping and enjoy a nice meal while you are here. Visit this page There are also some interesting facts about the Millennium Bridge. One of them is that the bridge was actually built two months later than originally planned. Another is that it has a canted tower. It is also home to 400 chewing gum art pieces. These are colourful portraits of miniature people that you will not be able to spot from the street. The artwork is a form of recycling and is available for viewing every day of the year.

The Millennium Bridge was a huge hit when it first opened to the public in June 2000. In the first two days of its opening, 160,000 people walked across it. It is also a good place to go for some photo opportunities. During the winter, the bridge can get slippery. It is best to use sturdy walking shoes to cross the bridge.

It was designed with the intention of giving visitors a great view of the city’s landmarks. The structure is supported by eight suspension cables. These cables are pulled with 2,000 tons of force against piers inside the river. This bridge was the result of a design competition that was run by the Southwark council. Its ‘blade of light’ design wowed the judges. The bridge was partly funded by the Millennium Commission. It is considered one of the most beautiful bridges in the UK.

The Millennium Bridge is not only a structural masterpiece but is also one of the most beautiful pieces of London design. It is decorated with gorgeous lights that can be seen from a distance. It is a popular tourist attraction and is open 24 hours a day. The structure was constructed in three sections. The southern end is near Shakespeare’s Globe theater and the northern end is near the City of London School. The total length is over 300 meters. Is not the only bridge in the UK to carry the millennium name. There are six other bridges in the UK that share this name.

The artwork on the Millennium Bridge is also worth checking out. It’s a large-scale rotating exhibition that you can explore for free. There are also a number of other exhibits you may want to check out. The Armoury Museum, which is near the bridge, has a number of fascinating exhibits to see. The Armoury is a museum that preserves World War I weapons and other precious things. You will have to be very careful if you have a small child. The traffic in the area is very busy and can be difficult to navigate. You will need to plan ahead and pre-book parking in advance. You may also need to pay a small fee to park on the other side of the bridge.

It is also worth taking a look at the Millennium Bridge at night. If you are a fan of the Harry Potter movies, you will be glad to know that it was a filming location for the Hogwarts castle scene. The bridge is illuminated in a unique way, and it looks different at night. A major problem with the Millennium Bridge was the lateral motion it experienced. The engineers did not anticipate this. As a result, the engineers installed a dampening system. This system included 37 viscous dampers that stopped 97% of the movement. At night, the bridge’s deck is illuminated with fiberoptic lighting. The handrails are made from stainless steel. The bridge is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. A great place to also visit is

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proxylynn · 9 months ago

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I gotta tell Tate and Frey something...I'm pregnant! A-And one of you are the father! *I dramatically run away like the main leads in kdramas* ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Lynn: Yes, hi. This is awkward but they wanted me to read you this note.

"As I sit here amidst the scattered remnants of our shared memories, I can't help but feel a wave of bittersweet nostalgia wash over me. Remember the nights we spent under the stars, whispering secrets and dreams into the abyss? Or the laughter that echoed through the corridors of our souls, painting the world with hues of joy?

Each moment with you was a precious gem, a treasure I'll carry with me forever. Your smile, like a beacon in the darkest of nights, illuminated my path and guided me through life's labyrinthine twists and turns.

Just a quick heads-up: By this point in the note, we'll be long gone. You'll never find us! Thanks for the memories and great times. Love you lots."

#to op

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leafvy · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

here’s a list of short names to coincide with my long names list :)

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

Female

Ada - German - First born female

Ali - Arabic - High, elevated, champion

Amy - French/Latin - Beloved

Anne - Latin/Hebrew - Favour, grace

Aria - Hebrew/Italian - Air, song, melody

Aura - Latin/Greek - Wind

Ava - Latin - Bird-like

Aya - German/Japanese/Hebrew - Sword, colourful, beautiful, bird

Ayn - Hebrew/Finnish/Russian - God has favoured me, grace, eye

Bay - English/French - Auburn-haired

Bea - Latin - Bringer of happiness

Beau - French - Beautiful, handsome

Belle - French - Beautiful

Bia - Latin/Italian - White, fair

Bindi - Noongar - Butterfly

Blair - Scottish - Plain, meadow, field

Blanche - French - White

Blythe - English - Joyous, kind, cheerful

Bree - Irish - Exalted one, strength

Briar - English - Bush of wild roses

Brook - English - Small stream

Bryn - Welsh - Hill

Buffy - Hebrew - Diminutive of Elizabeth, my god is an oath

Cara - Latin - Dear friend

Chloe - Greek - Blooming, fertility

Cia - Greek/Hebrew - Light,

Clair - French - Bright, clear

Coco - Portuguese/Spanish - Diminutive of Socorro, help, relief

Cora - Greek - Maiden, girl, daughter

Cove - English - Small coastal inlet

Dara - Hebrew/Irish - Pearl of wisdom, gift, compassion

Dawn - English - Sunrise

Doe - English - Female deer

Dot - Greek - Diminutive of Dorothy, gift of god

Dove - English - A bird

Eden - Hebrew - Delight

Edie - English - Prosperous in war

Ella - Greek/Norman/Hebrew/German/Spanish - Beautiful, fairy maiden, goddess

Elle - French - She

Elm - English - Elm tree

Elsa - Scandinavian - Joyful, Noble, god is my oath

Emi - Japanese - Blessed, favour, beautiful

Emma - Germanic - Whole, universal

Erin - Irish - Peace, from the island to the west

Esmé - French/Persian - Esteemed, beloved, emerald

Etta - Latin - Of noble birth

Eva - Hebrew - Giver of life

Eve - Hebrew - Giver of life

Faith - Latin - Confidence, trust, belief

Faye - French - Fairy

Fern - English - Green shade-loving plant

Fiona - Gaelic/Scottish - White, fair

Fleur - French - Flower

Flo - Latin - Flowering, flourishing

Gia - Italian - God’s gracious gift

Grace - Latin - Gracious

Greta - Greek/German/Persian - Pearl

Gwen - Welsh - White, holy

Hope - English - Desire of fulfillment

Ida - Scandinavian - Labour, work

Isla - Scottish/Gaelic/Spanish - Island

Ivy - English - Fidelity

Jade - Spanish - Stone of the colic, precious gemstone

Jae - Korean - Ability, talent

Jane - English - God is gracious

Jessie - Hebrew - He sees

Jill - Latin/English - Child of the God’s, youthful

Joan - Hebrew - God is gracious

Joy - English - Happiness, joyful

June - Latin - Born in June

Juno - Latin - Queen of heaven

Kai - Hawaiian/Japanese - Sea, ocean, shell, restoration, recovery

Kat - English/Greek - Clean, pure

Kate - English/Latin/Greek - Clean, pure

Kim - English/Korean/Chinese/Vietnamese - Gift of God, gold

Kira - Russian/Japanese/Persian/Greek - Mistress, ruler, leader of the people, beloved, light

Kyla - Hebrew/English/Scottish - Narrow channel

Lacy - English/Latin/French - Lace, cheerful, unbridled

Lake - English - Body of water

Lana - Slavic/Gaelic - Little rock, light

Lark - English - Songbird

Lea - Hebrew/English - Delicate, weary, meadow

Leda - Greek - Woman

Leigh - English - Delicate, meadow

Lia - Greek - Bearer of good news

Lily - English/Latin/Greek - Pure, passion, flower

Lisa - Hebrew - God’s promise

Liv - Norse - Shelter, protection, life

Lois - Greek - Superior

Lucy - English/Latin - Light

Lula - German/English - Famous warrior

Luna - Italian/Spanish/Latin - Moon

Lux - Latin - Light

Luz - Portuguese/Spanish - Light

Lyla - Arabic - Night

Mae - French/Latin - Month of May

Maeve - Irish/Gaelic - Intoxicating

Mara - Hebrew - Bitter, strength

Mary - Aramaic/Latin/Hebrew/Greek - Bitter, beloved, rebellious, marine, drop of the sea

Maude - German/French/Hebrew - Powerful battler

May - English - Month of May

Meg - Greek - Pearl

Mia - Scandinavian - Of the sea, bitter

Mila - Slavic - Gracious, dear

Mina - German - Love

Mira - Latin/Slavic - Wonder, wonderful, peace

Moon - English - The moon

Mya - Greek/Arabic/German/Persian - Sea of bitterness

Nelly - Greek - Light

Nia - Gaelic/Swahili - Lustrous, goal, purpose, resolve, brilliance

Nina - Spanish/Hebrew/Russian/Babylonian - Enclosure of fish, little girl

Noa - Hebrew - Motion

Nora - Irish/Latin/Arabic - Honour, light

Nova - Latin - New

Nya - Swahili/Gaelic - Purpose

Opal - Sanskrit - Gem

Ora - Latin - Pray

Paige - Latin/Greek - Assistant

Paris - Latin/Greek - Pouch, wallet

Pearl - Latin/English - Smooth round bead formed by a mollusk

Pia - Latin - Pious, reverent

Pixie - Celtic/Swedish/Cornish - Fairy

Quinn - Irish/Gaelic - Counsel

Rae - Hebrew - Ewe, female sheep

Rain - English - Rain

Reese - Welsh - Ardent, fiery

Remi - French - Oarsman

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, lotus

Rita - Spanish - Pearl

Rose - Latin - Flower

Ruby - Latin - Red gemstone

Rue - English/Greek - Regret, herb

Ruth - Hebrew - Friend

Sadie - Hebrew - Princess

Sage - Latin - Wise

Shae - Gaelic/Irish - Admirable, full of majesty

Sky - Norse - Cloud, scholar

Sloan - Irish/Gaelic - Warrior

Sue - Hebrew - Lily

Suzy - Hebrew - Lily

Tara - Sanskrit - Star

Tate - English/Norse - Cheerful

Taya - Japanese - Young

Tess - English/Greek - To harvest, to reap

Teva - Hebrew - Nature

Thea - Greek - Goddess

Tia - Spanish - Aunt

Uma - Hebrew/Sanskrit - Nation

Una - Irish - The personification of truth, beauty and unity

Velma - German - Determined protector

Vera - Slavic - Faith

Wren - English - Small bird

Zara - Arabic - Radiance

Zelda - German - Grey fighting maid

Zia - Arabic - Light

Zoe - Greek - Life

Zuri - Swahili - Beautiful

Male

Ace - Latin - One; unity

Amir - Arabic/Persian/Hebrew - Prince, chief, immortal

Araz - Arabic - Provisions, commodities

Arik - Norse - Eternal ruler

Arlo - English - Fortified hill

Arris - Greek -Best

Asa - Hebrew/Japanese - Healer, physician, born in the morning

Ash - English - Ash tree

Atlas - Greek - To carry

Axel - Hebrew - Father is peace

Bane - Slavic - Glorious defender

Bear - French/German - As strong and brave as a Bear

Beau - French - Beautiful

Beck - Norse - Small stream

Blaire - Scottish/Gaelic - Plain, field

Blake - English - Fair-haired, dark

Bodhi - Sanskrit - Awakening, enlightenment

Bolt - English - Bar, arrow

Bran - Scottish/Irish/Gaelic - Bramble, thicket of wild gorse

Brock - English/Celtic - Badger-like

Brody - Scottish - Broad eye, broad island

Bron - English - Son of a dark man

Buck - English - Male deer

Cade - English - Round, barrel

Cain - Hebrew - Something produced, spear

Cash - English/Latin - Hollow

Chase - English/French - To catch, to seize, hunter, huntsman

Clark - English - Scribe, secretary

Cody - English - Helpful, pillow

Cole - English - Swarthy, coal-black, charcoal

Colt - English - Young horse

Crew - Latin - Chariot

Dane - English - From Denmark

Dax - French - Leader

Dean - English - Valley

Drake - English - Dragon, snake

Duke - English - Leader, son of Marmaduke

Eden - Hebrew - Place of pleasure, delight

Eli - Hebrew - Ascent

Evan - Welsh - Youth, young warrior

Ezra - Hebrew - Help, helper

Felix - Latin - Happy, lucky

Fig - English - Fruit

Finn - Norse/Irish - Finn, Sámi, white, fair

Fox - English - Cunning, sly

Gage - French - One who is defiant

Gale - English/Greek - Jovial, tranquil

Grant - English/Gaelic - Tall, big

Grey - English - Grey-haired

Guy - French - Guide, leader

Heath - English - Someone who lives by a moor or heath

Hugh - English/French/Germanic - Mind, spirit

Ian - Scottish - The Lord is gracious

Ike -Hebrew - Laughter

Iker - Basque - Visitation

Jack - English - God is gracious, supplanter

Jax - English - God is gracious

Jay - Latin - Bird in the crow family

Jeb - Hebrew - Beloved friend

Jed - Hebrew - Beloved of God

Jet -English - Black, airplane

Jody - English/Hebrew - Jehovah increases

Jon - Hebrew - God is gracious

Joss - German - One of the Goths

Jovi - Latin - Father of the sky

Judd - English - To flow down

Jude - Greek - Praised

Kade - Scottish - From the wetlands

Kai - Hawaiian/Japanese - Sea, ocean, shell, restoration, recovery

Kiam - Unknown - Unknown

King - English - Monarch

Kit - Greek - Bearing Christ

Knox - Scottish/English - Hillock, round-topped hill

Koa - Hawaiian - Warrior, brave one

Kye - Welsh/Scandinavian/Gaelic/Greek - Keeper of the keys, earth, narrow, straight

Kylo - Latin - Sky

Lane - English - Small roadway or path

Lars - Latin/Scandinavian - From Laurentum, crowned with laurel

Leif - Scandinavian - Heir, descendent, beloved

Leo - Latin/Greek - Lion

Leon - Latin/Greek/French - Lion, son of a Lion

Levi - Hebrew - Joining, attached

Luka - Italy/Slavic - A person from Lucania

Luke - Latin - The bright one, the one born at dawn

Max - Latin - The greatest

Milo - German - Soldier, merciful

Nash - English - By the ash tree

Neo - Latin - New, gift

Nico - Greek - People of victory

Noah - Hebrew - To comfort

Oak - English - Oak tree

Otis - German/English - Wealth, son of Otto

Pax - Latin - Peaceful

Piet - Dutch - Rock

Pike - English - A person who lives on a sharp hill

Poe - English - Peacock

Quana - Native American - Aromatic

Ray - English/German - Counsel, mighty protection, guards wisely

Reed - English - Red-haired

Remi - French - Oarsman

Ren - Japanese - Water lily, lotus

Rhett - English/Dutch - Advice

Roan - Gaelic - Little red-head

Rory - Irish - Red-haired King

Ross - Gaelic - Promontory, headland

Roth - English/German - Red, wood, renown

Roy - Gaelic - Red

Rudy - German - Famous Wolf

Ryan - Irish - Little King, illustrious

Saint - English - Holy person

Saul - Hebrew - Ask, question

Sid - French/English - Wide meadow

Slade - English - Valley

Tate - Norse - Cheerful

Teo - Spanish - God

Tim - English - One who honours God

Toby - English - God is good

Torin - Gaelic - Chief

Troy - Irish - Descendent of a foot-soldier

Tye - English - Someone who lived near a pasture

West - English - Western stream

Wolf - German - Travelling Wolf

Zane - Hebrew - God is gracious

Zeke - Hebrew - God strengthens

Zen - Japanese - Peace

Zev - Hebrew - Wolf

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years ago

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Heyy, bean! Can I ask you a 9 for this ask-thing? :>

Heyaaa! It's the b-day bean!!!! Hi hiiiii :D

9. One of your favorite tickle tropes? (from This Ask Game)

Okay I think I am always talking about cheer up tickles here so lemme choose another one this time to ramble non stop sdfrhujdfg

Alright alright , this one I don't see very often but it's when a non-human-being has a human friend and discovers what is tickling for the first time. It doesn't matter how the scenario will play out, it's always the most ADORABLE and PLAYFUL thing. If they decide to tickle the human to understand better what is tickling. If the human has to actually explain what is this human bonding activity while blushing and smiling all the way because their friend is genuinely curious (and this can always led to the AWESOME conversation of the non human being asking if they like this 'tickling' activity, or if they can tickle them etc etc). Or if the human decides to "show" them what tickling is by (surprise, surprise) tickling the non human being and chuckling and teasing them all the way about their reactions.

Now, for a more """common""" tickle trope I would say "making the lee that is hiding their face show their smile with teases or gentle tickles or surprise tickle attacks and then comment about how beautiful their smile is or how cute they look or how nice is their laughter"

#*shoving the entire AU I created with Alien Present Mic and Human All Might + Human Aizawa especially for that trope and that trope only*#I like that trope a very normal amount :]]#IT CAN WORK WITH PRETTY MUCH ANY KIND OF CHARACTER AND THAT IS SO COOL!!!#A shy character that gets all happy to talk about the thing that they like #or a teasy robot/alien/ghost/powerful bean that is more than happy to learn more about humans and be playful with their friend #I just- *incoherent sounds* it's just such a GOOD trope #Kanene's askys #Asky Game #Tickle Ask Game #Carrie-tate is precious #THANK YOUUUU very much for your asky!! <3

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americxn · 3 years ago

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some hcs or a small headshot of dating pre death tate? more specifically how they met and their instant connection and them just bonding over the same interests and same opinions of highschool/social media/the other kids at school and it’s kinda like a i hate everyone but you thing?? sorry if that’s a lot i just had it on my mind!!

High School (Tate Langdon x GN!Reader)

warnings: a teeny mention of mental health, otherwise none <3

You and Tate met on your first day at his high school after moving states and transferring institutions; you knew nobody and he was the only person who paid you any sort of positive attention when you were put in the same history class as him, your desk situated right beside his.

He was a little awkward at first, throwing messily flirtatious comments into your conversations almost immediately upon meeting; after several months of dating, he still purposely spoke to you with occasional pitiful attempts at flirting, knowing that it made you smile.

He immediately offered to walk you between classes, going so far as to leave his own early, much to the continued dismay of his teachers who didn’t have the influence to stop him, in order to meet you outside of your classroom and walk through the crowded halls together to your next class before disappearing to his own.

The canteen was a truly hateful place for the both of you, and so Tate took it upon himself to supply the both of you with food from home; he was a terrible cook and so most of the time his messy lunches would consist of just a sandwich each, but you were always immensely thankful and savoured the time you spent together on lunch break, usually eating outside or finding an empty classroom to reside in.

History was, unfortunately, the only class you had together; the two of you both despised the subject and so, about a month into your transfer, you began to skip the tedious weekly classes, hiding together in a secluded corner of the library and reading from the books to each other in hushed whispers.

It was during these skipped classes, the two of you savouring the precious time you stole from the turbulent routine of school days, that you began to uncover each others personal interests and teach the other the basis of your favoured knowledge or small little facts that you found intrigue in.

Tate's attitude of "I hate everyone" very quickly began to influence your own outlook on the school and everyone else in it. It was an attitude of utter loathing towards anyone outside of your relationship and to the hateful building that forced you to associate with the people populating its dirty corridors.

His early words to you, discreetly spoken into the silence of the back row in a history class, of:

"You can do anything, could be anything. Screw high school. That's... it's just a blip in your timeline. Don't get stuck there."

had resonated immensely with you, enabling you to release the stress of your studies and indulge fully in the boy that you rapidly fell for.

Eventually the two of you had resorted to skipping school entirely for the best part of the week, spending the day at his favourite beach, little more than a small stretch of sand surrounded by rocks on a fairly quiet, secluded part of the coast near his house; he said that he felt free there, the salty air and muted roar of the ocean temporarily smothering all of the negative thoughts that incessantly plagued him.

That was another vital lesson that he had taught you, hidden in his words of:

“I used to come here... when the world closed in and got so small I couldn't breathe. I'd look out at the ocean, and I'd think... "Yo, douche bag, high school counts for jack shit." Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, DeNiro, Pacino, all high school dropouts. I... hate high school. So I come here and I look out at this vast, limitless expanse.”

You would only really ever deign to venture into school during Wednesday afternoons and Friday mornings, the days where you were timetabled to be in history class, just to carry out the ongoing tradition of sneaking into the library, talking softly to one another in quiet corners, pinning anyone who interrupted you with icy stares.

From there, it escalated to sneaking books out of the library with you when you left, tucking them under your jackets or shoving them in backpacks, never with the intention of returning them; you would hide them away in Tate’s bedroom in Murder House and would flick through them together on rainy afternoons, when the tide was too turbulent for you to venture out to your signature spot on the small stretch of beach you had claimed as your own, instead settling in his arms, the sound of the rain against the thick windows and Tate’s deep, steady voice in your ear as he read to you from stolen books lulling you to sleep.

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darkh3llscap3 · 4 years ago

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Can't help but love you (pt.2)

A/n: I know it's moving fast but I have a bullet point plot and it involves it to move a little fast.

Warnings: Very detailed smut, swearing, abuse, dry humping, oral (woman receiving), virginity loss, vaginal penetration, murder, drugs mentioned.

General Masterlist

Ahs Masterlist

<<<Part 1

Tates pov:

After yesterday with the kiss, I couldn’t wait to see Y/n again. I'm happy we are finally becoming more. I was listening to Kurt Coban when a knock sounded from the door I rolled my eyes and shouted “Come in.” My mom strolled in looking around in disgust.

“Why don't you ever redecorate?” She asked me my frustration with her was already becoming overbearing.

“Don’t feel like it.” I said simply “What do you want?” I asked her.

“I wanted to let you know that Larry’s coming over for dinner again." I rolled my eyes of course she has that lame excuse still around.

"Ok well, you told me you can go now." She nodded and left the room. I felt uncontrollable anger stir in my veins. It took a couple of minutes for it to numb itself out.

A girl with h/c walked in my doorway, making me smile. She didn't look well a frown on her face. She sat down in front of me she had one of my old hoodies on her delicate form. She was looking down at her lap in silence.

My hands beckoned me to grab her soft chin forcing her to look at me. Even with her chin in my hand, she refused to look me in the eyes. She did everything to avoid me.

I scanned her face purple and red Mark's covered under her eye, Cuts and scratches on her cheek. A tear escaped her e/c eyes and a little sniffle came out. She looked so broken and unhappy. I took a deep breath trying to control my anger.

"What happened to you?" My hands tangled in hers before continuing "Who did this to you?" I rephrased it so I could get a better answer.

"M-my dad got mad at me last night for hanging out with you." She stuttered out in a hushed whisper. The thought of her getting beat for being with me made me feel like this was my fault. But it made my blood boil that he would even lay a finger on her precious body.

"How long has this been going on baby?" I moved her so she was sitting on my lap sideways so she could have her face in the side of my neck while I played with her hair.

"Ever since I was a little girl but it stopped when he finally left. But when he came back it's like I'm not even his daughter. My mom usually tries to stop him but then he just takes it out on her. Now that I'm older she doesn't even try. Whenever he comes back the first few days he's sweet and gets me to forgive him but it's always the same. The second I disagree or do something he doesn't as he hits me relentlessly." I slowly play with her messy hair untangling it gently trying not to cause her more harm than what's already been affected.

She disconnects and looks at my face for the first time today. Her eyes trail down to my lips and get what she's hinting at. So I kiss her chapped lips in a slow passionate moment. She sits upright on my lap and kisses me harder. Her body rocking into mine agonizingly slow. A grunt leaves my lips as I kiss down her soft neck.

"Please make me forget, you've always been so gentle with me." She says to soft hand connecting to my cheek running her thumb across it, her mouth close to my ear. "Please I want this."

I pick her up and carry her to the bed and lay her down. I start with taking off the hoodie and kissing down her mouth again so I can control my other thoughts. My hands slid down her body worshipping her even though she was fully clothed.

"You're so beautiful," I said as I stripped her of her shirt. Her body flexed into mine so I could take off her bra. My mouth attached to her nipple as she took a breath. My mouth switched to the other doing the same while she moaned under me. I pulled my shirt from me so I could kiss her again. The skin on skin contact drives me crazy.

"Don't ever leave me." She whispered in a daze my heart leaped at her meaningful words. I gripped her hips like she was my cause she is she always will be.

"I'll never leave something that brings me so much happiness." My hands glided down her s/c skin to tug down her sweats. She had on plain cotton underwear that looked so simple but yet they urged a fire within me.

I looked at her to visibly get permission to take off her underwear. She nodded and I slipped them down. She widened her legs for me to get a better look at her glistening folds. I could only describe her as perfect.

My mouth went to taste her cunt. She tasted so sweet it was addicting. My hand had to go to her mouth to silence her. Then I let it lazily trial back down when she got the memo. My mouth sucked on her clit harshly while my fingers fucked into her tight pussy to get her stretched out for my cock.

She was so wet you could hear the sounds echo in the room, her hands tangled in my hair, an obscure moan coming out of mine. She tried to wiggle out of my hold in bliss. I easily stopped it with my hand putting pressure on her stomach.

I looked up slowly, our eyes connecting as I got back on top of her. Her hands guide all over my chest soaking it all in. Y/n stares at me in awe as she analyzes me.

Everything about her was driving me crazy up from the way she looks at me to how good it feels when she touches me. She was so perfect in many ways and it made me feel content that she was letting me be her first. I've always dreamed that we would grow old together and be buried together one day. She's one of the biggest influences in my life and I would kill for her. She connects our lips again I start to undo my belt. Her eyes watching me from above her hair was spread out like an angel carefully fanned out on the pillow.

I stretched my arm out to open my drawer to pick up the metal pack that I've had for a moment like this. Pushing my pants down my legs and slipping them on I connected our lips again. My hips slowly guided into hers, her face wincing in pain. As I stopped my movement to check up on her. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked in a low tone while my hand pushed the hair out of her face.

"Just go slow please." I nod and go in slower and stopping every few moments so I don't hurt her fragile body. I had to stop after almost every thrust cause it was hard not to cum. She felt so warm and tight I wondered how she'd feel without the condom. She kept her eyes closed but I didn't mind. I was busy trying not to finish before she even started feeling good.

"You can go faster Tate." She whispered to me. I nodded and thrust faster and fuller a moan came out her heavenly throat. It beckons me to go faster in her wetness the sounds of skin slapping. Whimpers of pleasure coming from her mouth as her nails go in my back-breaking the skin. My head goes in her neck trying to control myself.

I hastily picked up her leg and put it over my shoulder so I could get a better angle. I go deeper if it is possible as she takes me as a good girl.

"Fuck Y/n you feel so fucking good please tell me you're close." I praise her shallow breathing getting heavier within every second I'm in her. Her hand leads my thumb to circle her clit.

"Tate ugh I'm gonna cum soon." Those simple words encourage my thrusts as I go faster, my other hand clawing at her hips, my red face in her neck while hers is in mine.

Her hands connect with my cheeks as she kisses me deeply, making an ounce of control leave especially when she wraps tightly around my cock. I spill into the condom while she cums under me, grunts leave my throat as I fuck the last of my cum in her.

In a tired daze, I remove the condom and throw the substance in my trash can. She gently cuddles into my chest as I whisper little praises in her ear.

Y/n pov:

Tate had given me one of his shirts and told me "How can you possibly look even more angelic when you're just wearing my shirt?" It was a simple but cute phrase I'll always be in the back of my head. What happened almost an hour ago I never imagined it to feel so good. It warmed my heart how soft Tate was with me.

It's just nice to have someone care for me. After we finished we took a shower together and got dressed. He was laying down as my head was on his chest and his hand played with my wet hair. It was nice having Tate so close to me. Loud footsteps caught my attention as I slowly sat up it sounded like it was getting closer. Then we could hear Constance screaming at somebody.

That's when the door opened with a breaking sound as I jumped Tate was by my side when he saw him. My dad. Panic began to rise in my chest my breathing starting to falter.

“You’re gonna stop seeing him or your punishments gonna be a worse okay baby girl.” His word from yesterday ring in my ears.

His angry form radicals with anger as he came close to me Tate pushed me behind him but it was pointless when my dad punched him and grabbed my hair. Throwing me on the ground "I warned you you fucking slut I'm going to kill you and that low life." He went and kicked my stomach as state some up from behind him and slammed something down on his head. As he fell to the ground.

I felt my body shaking and tears coming out of my eyes as I hugged myself looking down at his incoinciois body. Tate looked down at me and quickly came by my side as he scanned my face but I couldn't stop looking at my dad. "Hey, hey he's down he can't hurt you, come on let get you cleaned up." He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him. We left the room and he carried me to the bathroom. He left the room but I could hear him talking to Constance.

When he came back he got some tissues and wiped under my eyes. I took a good look at him and noticed a bruise starting from under his eyes. "Shit, Tate." I leaned forward more seeing the different shades of red around his beautiful brown eyes. "I'm so sorry this is all my fault." I looked away I couldn't look him in the eyes I felt too bad it's my fault he got hurt.

"No baby it's fine I'm just happy you're safe. Let go to bed." He led me to his room when we stepped in I noticed he was gone. "Where is he?" I asked in confusion as he tucked himself next to me in the bed.

"My mom's taking care of him just go to sleep." I nodded and let myself drift off feelings safe now that state was here with me.

Constance pov:

I roughly dragged the dirtbag down the stairs his head building on every step. The medicine I injected in his neck knocked him out cold so he didn't feel me throw his body in the trunk.

I went to ally and threw his body and got a needle that had something Tate gave me in it. I stuck it in his arms and pushed the serum in it. It should be enough to overdose him and make the cops think him dying was an accident since his record is bad.

Finally, my son can be happy and stay with that nice girl. I bed they can give me the cutest grandchildren. My eyes rolled at the thought of having to cancel on Larry tonight. I walk away from the scene and get in the car to go home and check on the kids.

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araingirl · 3 years ago

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Be my...

Be my Tyson Granger, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari.

There may be many differences between us. Regarding choices, customs, backgrounds, ideologies, opinions-and so on. Maybe, the world sees us as rivals. Maybe, we can be 180-degree opposite to each other. Your lovers may taunt me and my personality anytime, my admirers may belittle you and your choices whenever they get any chance. To the world, we may seem only rivals, only villains to the devotees of each other.

However, all these things are never meant to worsen the relationship between me and you. There may be distance between us, I mayn’t be by your side all the time. But trust me, whenever you’ll need me, whenever you’ll be in danger or in any complex situation-I’ll get your back. In every dangerous situation, I’ll lay my life in front of you. For you, I’ll lay myself on burning coals-so that they cannot burn your feet. Whenever you’ll achieve any success, the world may forget me. However, I won’t feel bad at all. I’ll proudly smile at your success, admiring you.

Let all your sorrows be mine, and let all my happiness be yours. In return, just...bring me to the right path, show me the way of light when I’ll be engulfing in darkness.

Be my Ray kon, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari.

Our choices are quite similar, so are our mindsets. You’re one of the few people who can understand me. I’m one of the few who can feel you. I promise, whenever you will set your feet along any wrong path because of your emotions, I’ll bring your back. The world may put a lot of pressures over your shoulders. I hope my hand won’t increase that when it fall on your shoulder during that time. Rather, may it snatch all of it.

Be frank to me always. Feel free to share anything with me. My suggestions may seem harsh to you, but trust me, in the end, it will bring only your betterment. For your welfare, I’ll fight till the very end.

Can I...hope to get your support then too?

Be my Tala Valkov, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari.

To the world, our friendship, the bond between us may not carry any value. Yet, I hope to have you by my side when I’ll have no one by my side. Be my partner on the way to fulfill my dream. I promise, I’ll raise you and your honor before the world, making you feel admired always and everywhere.

Only through our silence, we’ll convey one thousand untold, unknown feelings to each other. You may feel disturbed with me at my silence, at my disobedience sometimes. Believe me, they will be only for our betterment, only to prove ourselves strong. Together, we’ll show the world that we aren’t destitute. Even if you fall weak and lifeless like an ice cube anytime, I promise, I’ll be equally strong, blazing just like a flame.

And...when I’ll be falling weak, will you melt, shedding a bead of tears for me?

Be my Max Tate, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari.

Don’t need to afraid of me, little guy. I know...you aren’t. You’ll be my precious little sibling whom I’ll protect every time, risking my life. Don’t need to feel the weakest in the team. Don’t need to be confused or pressurized. Trust me, I’m with you. I have full faith on you because I know far well about your potential. You’re so strong that you keep the power of defeating me or surpassing me always.

In return, don’t fear to lend a hand to me when I’ll be falling, rekindling all the hopes which were about to get smothered.

Be my Hilary Tachibana, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari.

Hey, don’t feel down if I ignore you. I promise, I’ll recognize your latent talents and qualities when no one will be. Little bud, I’ll be your sunshine, lending a hand to you so that you can turn into a fully blossomed flower within no time. May the world give the credit only to the streams of water, forgetting this sunshine.... but I won’t mind at all. You’re precious to me, you’ll find me every time protecting you, risking my own life.

Feeling suspicious of me? So what? So what if we don’t talk to each other much? So what if I seem indifferent to you all the time? Wanna fly? Let me be your sky, and, let your wings spread throughout me. Say what? What do I need from you?

When this flame will be on the verge of getting smothered, being the fuel, will you shower on me and knock some senses into me? When my passion will seem trivial to me, I can hope to feel its necessity again because of you....right?

Be my Dranzer, I’ll be your Kai Hiwatari.

You’ll be the source of all my energy. You’ll be the one on whom I can completely depend, closing my eyes and shutting my ears. For me, you can even sacrifice yourself and your existence. Again, for me, you can be reborn, like a true phoenix. I’ll, always, be thankful to you for everything.

Please, don’t feel down if I abandon you. Rather, shower all your anger on me. Show me the true path, the path of light. Even if you leave me or are snatched from me, don’t worry, don’t be upset. I’ll find any way to resurrect you, to make you mine, to cease the gap between us.

Be the reason behind my existence, and, behind all my might.

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@sapphire-of-the-seas @rainbow-pearls @black-eilla @nerdy-anime-weeb @velox-the-knight @shelly-the-pheonix @breakingsasuke Happy friendship day, my dear people! As we all know, friendship has different colors, different forms-just like love. So, let me know who you are for me! *_* *_* *_*

Again, happy friendship day to all the people who see it too! Let’s cherish one of the purest relationships in this world, with the essence of sacrifice, and, without the evil feeling of selfishness, cruelty and jealousy.

#Beyblade #Friendship day #Kai Hiwatari #Tyson Granger #Takao Kinomiya #Ray Kon #Rei Kon #Tala Valkov #Yuri Ivanov #Max Tate #Hilary Tachibana #Hiromi Tachibana #Dranzer #Bit-beast #Reblog it and let me know who you are for me

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raymondebidochonlifechoices · 3 years ago

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Opinion on Jabitha?

Hey, anon! Loaded question!

I’ve said my bit about Jabitha before. Most of it is here and here. Long story short, I really like Tabitha and I don’t particularly mind Jabitha but my ship was and still is Bughead. This is first and foremost a Bughead blog.

This is a longish answer, so everything’s under the cut.

The thing is, I really, really like Tabitha Tate! She’s Valerie 2.0. She’s smart, she’s compassionate, she’s sassy, she’s independent. She can be a bit of a Mary Sue, which is why her Rivervale spat with Jughead, was so enjoyable. Not for shipping reasons, but rather because it was a nice opportunity for a change of scene. Erinn is a good actress and it’s nice to see her on the screen. Tabitha has been a good and steady friend to my precious boi FPIII Jones. If they want to make out with each other, why not? (Although there hasn’t been a lot of that, has there?) They seem to be on equal ground. I don’t think Tabitha babysat Jughead: he was managing survival -if not happiness- on his own. What she gave him was companionship, which he sorely lacked, since the writers went that extra mile to completely isolate him and make him miserable.

I have friends on tumblr who ship Jabitha and friends who very much don’t. I can understand the appeal: they are a positive couple, and they’re both characters that I enjoy. (Whereas f.e. half of B*rchie is a character I can’t stand. Which is also the reason why I’m not particularly invested in Varchie).

However, they are not my ship nor are they going to be any time soon.

If your question, anon, has to do with Jabitha’s longevity in the show, please, excuse my reluctance to enter into that discussion.

Riverdale is a show that changes its own canon, consistently drops plot lines and yo-yo’s characters. We’re still waiting for s6b in order to retrospectively interpret parts of s5b. If the Vale does carry into the Dale, maybe not everything will be what it seems in s6b either. Who does that? How are we supposed to predict -much less invest in- anything? That being said, the writers are highly aware that it’s still Bughead (both in sleuthing and as a couple) who bring the viewers in: they keep giving them the A plots (mysteries), they keep showing Bughead make-outs before every hiatus. In s5 Tabitha might have been the person offering Jughead support but Betty was the person he kept dreaming about as his saving angel. Similarly, Betty’s most important scenes character-wise (not shooting the track driver, starting -but not finishing- a real talk about TBK) have been with Jughead. I don’t think ep100 was a one-time deal. Alas, my magic sphere is broken, so I can’t predict how things will unfold but I still think Bughead is a more probable endgame than Jabitha.

As for their … shippability, for lack of a better word, sure, they’re shippable! ALL characters are shippable. That’s the beauty of it! I won’t yuck other people’s yum, anon. I can only tell you why I am not invested in them. (Which is why this post is getting an anti tag. Not because it’s against Jabitha but rather because no shipper wants to read about why other people are not into their ship).

Jabitha did have a gradual development. How could they not? Tabitha has been Jughead’s most frequent scene partner, since they completely isolated him in an effort to recreate his s1 “outsider” persona. Their romantic development, however, has been more rushed. Their 5x10 dance and kiss was nice. Imo, it needed one or two more scenes to catch. I consider the Bunker scene as neither a love proclamation from Jughead nor a rejection by Tabitha: they were attracted to each other but Jughead was high. It was the right thing to do. (The whole thing also led to Jughead later hallucinating angel Betty saving him from that sinkhole, so there’s that too). There’s the obligatory post-hiatus mention of the dance in Jughead’s voicemail to Tabitha in 5x11 (in case we’ve forgotten) and then bam! it’s 7 eps later (5x18), where they declare their love via heavily altered lyrics. No discussion, no nothing. They just went straight into singing aaaand … fade out! (in front of a bed that was not used no less). There are people who do not like the implications of the lyrics (Jughead doing anything to be what Tabitha needs). Personally, I think it’s just a song. And the intention behind the original lyrics is not about changing yourself to fit someone else’s needs, so I’m a-okay with that. Jabitha’s spat in 6x2 was also inconsequential: that was not Dale!Jabitha. Dale!Tabitha is no more insecure than Dale!Jughead is a self-absorbed sloth. It was meta, it was interesting, if anything, it led to a love declaration. The declaration itself was a bit tepid and in typical Riverdale fashion, the scene had to be spelled out by the writers (via Jughead), which is not the best thing re: love declarations but -hey!- to each their own.

Apart from the fact of Bughead having had 4 years of TV time, the thing is, Jabitha doesn’t tick the same boxes Bughead does. At least not for me.

Betty and Jughead caught my attention because the characters saw and supported each other’s “true” self. It was them against the world. Jughead has been there for Betty and vice versa, in extreme, dramatic ways. This is not the case with Jabitha. Sure, Tabitha has been there for Jughead when nobody else seemed to remember his existence but her support has been more subdued and the opportunity for Jughead to reciprocate has not yet arisen. Since Tabitha is a secondary character and this is Riverdale, it might never arise. For me, as a shipper, that is a problem. As a character, Tabitha hasn’t faced adversity yet. Her disapproving parents (the thinnest excuse for those 2 heavily altered songs in 5x18) have had zero impact in her storyline, in the same way that the explosion at Pop’s (and related financial difficulties) in 5x19 didn’t have any lasting consequences nor did Jughead participate in handling that situation outside of stating his support. Tabitha’s short-lived Cypher-related dilemma in the Vale had nothing to do with Jughead (and was as much her storyline as it was Pop’s) nor was Jughead’s deal with the devil connected to her.

Cole himself drew attention to the different tones of the two relationships. Now, I agree with him: tempered domesticity can be very beautiful and is, indeed, a sign of a healthy relationship. It’s certainly befitting characters that are supposedly more mature now. However, this is Riverdale, the most over-the-top capital of serial killers. Can you build a fanbase for a new couple just on tempered domesticity? Please, note: I said just. I do, for example, want domesticity for Bughead but not just that. I enjoy Bughead’s insufferable (affectionate) theories and attitudes, them jumping into the most wacky and dangerous situations! And here’s the catch: while Tabitha was indeed involved in Jughead’s 2 ultra-crazy plots, by helping him out when he was struggling with alcoholism and with researching the Mothman (and later by helping Betty with the Lonely Highway Killer), the denouement of her boyfriend’s storylines did not actively involve her! He either reached catharsis on his own (alcoholism i.e. the Rat King) in a plot that predated meeting her and was in fact linked to Betty or his plot intermingled with Betty’s (Mothman/Lonely Highway Killer) involving more Bughead scenes than Jabitha ones (5x17). Narratively speaking, Tabitha, as a secondary character, was there for the protagonists (Jughead and Betty) up until they could do things on their own, in resolutions that did not involve her but involved said protagonists (and ex-lovers) together. Independently of whether this was intended by the show or just the byproduct of the way they write secondary characters, it boils down to this: for me (and this is strictly a personal preference) this is not a satisfactory way to explore a couple. I’d like my couple being there for each other till the end, reaping the fruits of their labour together, à la 4x16, if you know what I mean.

This does not mean that it is not satisfactory for the writers. It’s anyone’s guess how their minds work. For me though, this particular dynamic and this particular narrative is not as engaging.

It is quite obvious that the writers did put a lot of effort in Tabitha/Jabitha (i.e. they gave what other shows consider the bare minimum but, hey, it’s Riverdale!): they wrote a very likable character, they tried to avoid the mistakes they did with Toni, they gave Tabitha actual screen time, they developed her friendship with Jughead gradually (her romance not so much, but Riverdale is not known for its slow burns), they gave Jabitha a good relationship. Because, yes, it is objectively a positive, if not very passionate, relationship. In fact, Tabitha has been surprisingly consistent for a Riverdale secondary character and her screen time is impressive considering she just joined the show (both elements in her favour actually). RAS’s surprise at Jabitha not being instantly popular probably stems from this. The reason why I’m ok with them but not rooting for them is not Jughead and Tabitha’s relationship per se but more so the precedent of Bughead. As I said, the two relationships simply don’t tick the same boxes. Tabitha is not a placeholder for Betty, she is, however, to use @violet1429 ’s very apt expression: BettyLite. Having Jabitha re-enact Bughead scenes (f.e. kissing in front of the burning Lodge Ledger offices) isn’t doing them any favours either.

Before anyone comes screaming in my ask box: this has nothing to do with Tabitha’s colour and everything to do with her being a secondary character and with the way this show writes them.

I understand why there are people who enjoy Jabitha (meaning the people who actually like them, not those who pretend to do so for their own shipping agenda). They’re a nice couple. Both Cole and Erinn are talented actors. Both Jughead and Tabitha are enjoyable characters. But no, I don’t actively ship them. They’re not my endgame. There are so many things they must do as a couple (atmospheric cinematic framing notwithstanding) for me to emotionally invest in Jabitha the same way I did for Bughead. And, frankly, I don’t see any of those things actually happening.

I don’t know if this is what you were looking for, anon, but I sincerely hope you enjoy the show and your ship, if you are a shipper! Much love to you! Thank you for your ask!

#asks #anon #anti-J*bitha #not really #Riverdale writers negativity #shipping discourse

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 4 years ago

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Next-Gen Kittens

i realized i literally have not talked about my next-gen kittens in so long????

SO HERE ARE SOME OLD HCS FOR MY NEXT-GEN KIDDOS

send me asks about them if you want to learn more! i’d love to talk more about them!

Charon and Anthea: Hestia and Tumblebrutus’ kittens

- Charon has light brown fur with patches of grey, and has a prominent grey patch around his nose and mouth. Anthea’s fur is completely red, and she has a patch of light brown on her front right paw, which gives her the nickname “Socks” by her older brother.

- Charon’s older by a year, and he’s very protective over his little sister. Anthea adores her big brother very much, and the two of them are absolutely inseparable.

- Anthea definitely takes after her dad, and loves learning how to do all the acrobatic flips and tumbles that he does, and she’s very bubbly and happy! Charon takes more after his mom, and he’s a bit quieter than his sister and is more introverted. He loves his cuddles though, and as a kitten, he would refuse to leave his mother and father’s sides. He’d always have to be carried around, and if it was Hestia or Tumble holding him, it was most likely Tugger, because his mane is ideal for kittens to snuggle into.

- Tumble and Hestia are the best parents, and always take time for their kittens, especially after their magic manifested. They take them on adventures around the Junkyard, and Hestia brings them to Bustopher’s clubs to visit their great-grandkits, because they 100% refer to him as “Grandpa Bustopher”.

- Charon and Anthea are very in tune with each other, and since they both have their mom’s magic, they’re able to know each other’s feelings. They’re not as magically in tune as Coricopat and Tantomile, but they know each other well enough without having to talk to each other.

- Charon is also very close with Tate and Ramona, and is one of the only cats Tate will talk to voluntarily.

Tate and Ramona: Jemima’s kittens

- I’ve never had a pairing for Jemima, but I’ve always pictured her as wanting to have kittens of her own, adopting them like Munkustrap adopted her. Ramona is an orange Scottish Fold, and Tate is a snowshoe cat.

- Ramona was the first kitten that Jemima found on the street, having come upon the little queen when she was hunting through some garbage. Jemima took the kitten under her wing, and after a few weeks, brought her back to the Junkyard. Demeter nearly cried because SHE HAS A GRANDDAUGHTER NOW and Jemima became very happy with her little girl.

- Barely a few months after finding Ramona, Jemima found Tate. He was sick, tossed out by his humans once they found out that one of the children had an allergy. Jemima brought him back to the Junkyard, and, with the help of Jenny, helped him get better.

- Ramona and Tate instantly latched onto each other, and refuse to be without one another. Having both lived on the street, they know whoo to trust and who not to trust. They love their mother, and Jemima makes sure that they’re healthy and taken care of. Tate is a very distrusting cat, though, and rarely talks to anyone beside his mother and sister.

- Jemima really loves being a mom, and she sings her kittens to sleep every night, which always helps to soothe Ramona’s nightmares. She gets nightmares from being on the streets, so this actually helps her form a bond with her Auntie Jojo! She really likes Jubilee.

- Tate forms a close bond with Hestia, and Hestia loves her nephew very much. Jubilee and Hestia are just the best aunts to the twins (even though they’re not really twins, that’s what everyone calls them!)

Jax: George’s adopted puppy

- a PRECIOUS PUP

- Jax is a gold English cocker spaniel, and George loves them with all his heart. The day he found them as a puppy, he all but raced back to the Junkyard like “LOOK AT MY CHILD” and adopted Jax on the spot.

- George is the proudest dad in the entire world, and Jax adores their father, and they’re just such a sweetheart. They’re the best pup, and is happy just to have their dad spending time with them.

- Jax is very sociable, and can and will run and hug just about anyone who comes into the Junkyard, and it doesn’t matter if they’re a stranger or not. Munkustrap has had many a near heart attack after seeing Jax running to hug a random cat or dog.

- Some cats, however, think that Jax does not like them because they turn into an absolutely stuttering mess and will not talk to them at all (coughZephyrcough)

- They love going on all sorts of adventures with Skimbleshanks and Munkustrap, and they love seeing the different magic that all the cats have.

- Anthea is best friends with them, and the two of them cause the most wonderful kind of chaos.

Zephyr: Cassandra and Alonzo’s kitten

- He’s basically identical to Cassandra, but has a few patches of white in his brown fur.

- He’s very slinky, just like his father, but he has not graduated fully into the Slinky Bastard™️ form. He’s getting there, though.

- He’s very good at controlling his emotions and not letting them get the better of him. He’s very proper, and occasionally can come off as a bit aloof and mean before others get to know him. He’s extremely blunt, and doesn’t sugarcoat things when talking to cats.

- Even though he is almost a Slinky Bastard™️, any sort of suave aloofness totally disappears as soon as he sees Jax. Zephyr’s a stubborn tom, but seeing Jax bouncing all over the place and shooting their dopey grins at anyone any everyone, he’s an absolute goner. He spends most nights venting to either his mom or his dad about “i’m pretty sure Jax hates me because they won’t talk to me and they don’t want to be around me and DAD STOP LAUGHING AT ME I’M HAVING A CRISIS”

- Zelda also teases him CONSTANTLY about his crush, but then he gets back at her by teasing her about her crush on Ramona so it’s okay.

Zelda and Thalia: Victoria and Plato’s kittens

- Zelda’s older than Thalia by two years, and is basically identical to Plato, whereas Thalia looks exactly like her mother.

Zelda and Zephyr are attached at the hip, as they are the same age, and Zephyr��s basically an older brother to the two queens.

- Zelda’s a bit better with her emotions, and doesn’t always put on a stoic face, so she’s at least able to have a civil conversation with Ramona, so she’s getting somewhere with her feelings!!

- Thalia was born blind blind. But, to the surprise of her parents, she has magic, inherited from her grandmother on Victoria’s side, the same queen who is the reason for Mistoffelees having magic. Thalia can “see” the auras of other cats, and this helps her to get around. Even so, Zelda tends to be extra protective of her little sister, but Thalia doesn’t always mind.

- Plato is absolutely in love with his girls, and he cried when they were both born because he’s a dork. Zelda very much takes after her dad in dorkiness™️, but both Zelda and Thalia are talented dancers taught by Victoria while Plato just watches proudly because he’s the best dad.

So, oldest to youngest:

Zephyr and Zelda

Charon, Ramona, and Tate

Jax

Anthea and Thalia

(also obviously there’s @queen-with-the-quill’s next-gen kiddos and @dcjelliclequeen33′s next-gen kiddo!)

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