#cerise is bright and colorful and happy

[dreamtydraw]

The end of summer

Cerise’s birthday is at the end of august. I haven’t chosen a specific date but it feels like the right time so here, take care of the babygurl

[ashleyfableblack]

A little more Happy Hearts N Hooves Day love for my favourite interspecies royal couple in Equestria. Big Love to all y'all out there.

Twilight removed her hooves from Chrysalis's tightly-shut eyes. With a bounce of her wings the alicorn hopped down from her perch on her Changeling wife's shell. Twilight had been so excited. Her joy was infectious and Chrysalis had been helpless but to indulge her precious little queen. She had blindly carried the giggling little lavender object of her affection through their castle on a playful lark. The couple had awkwardly trekked under Twilight's blind navigation for the last hour or so. Though she recognized the familiar scent of the Hive-tunnels beneath the castle something else tinged the air, another less familiar scent. It was faint and heavily masked under the overpowering taste of her wife's excitement. "Can I look now, Lilac?" "No peeking!" Twilight clambered over the side of the gilded box and positioned herself with a playful wiggle of her plot and a coy smile. She fluffed her mane and giggled gleefully. One last minute adjustment to the golden band around her neck, a little puffing-up of her chest floof and... perfect. "Okay, now." Chrysalis opened her emerald snake's eyes to behold the 'surprise' she'd been listening to her alicorn wife titter about for the last hour or so. There she sat, perched with a million-watt ear-to-ear grin and reeking of enough joyful anticipation to choke a colossal-scaled molerat in what the Changeling Queen could only describe as a vulgar pink monstrosity. She blinked, taking it all in. A new minecart. Twilight did love her minecarts. Clearly not designed for functionality, the bright pink thing was trimmed in soft lavender and cerise gemstones with gold lining and solid amethyst accents. The wheels even had a smokey bronze finish to them, trimmed in platinum. Somepony had put a fair amount of bits into the gaudy catastrophe. She liked the "LUVWAGON" license plate. The cheeky little lesbian-flag love-heart bumpersticker suited her sensibilities as well. The color scheme almost seemed tailored to Twilight's own coat but still, something seemed off. With a flick of her forked tongue to taste the air she confirmed her suspicions. It smelled like Cadence. Twilight's smile beamed expectantly to her from the nightmarish thing. "Isn't it GREAT?" "Great...?" Chrysalis struggled for the words, trying her best to focus on her pony partner's joy and contain her revulsion. Twilight ran a proud hoof along the gold trim. "It's a gift from Cadence. I think it's her way of saying she's sorry for upsetting you at tea the other day." "Oh. How nice..." Though she bared her fangs in a congratulatory smile, the venom dripped from every word. "She insults me- our children- and buys you a new minecart." She gave a half-sneer. "Hurrah." Twilight leaned forward to rest on her elbows. She gave an empathetic smile for her wife. "She's trying, honeybug. She just doesn't understand you... or Changelings... or our relationship in general for that matter."

Chrysalis grumbled and rubbed at her temple. "Beloved, I know she's your friend and your brother's wife and mother to our royal niece- booger-picking little goblin that she is." Twilight chuckled as Chrysalis rolled her eyes, her tone relaxed slightly. "I try to tolerate her for your sake -and then some- but you know how I feel about her antics and why."

"I know, Chryssi." Twilight's eyes softened. She knew her wife was trying to be accommodating. "She doesn't understand, though, baby. She just wants to be your friend." Chrysalis muttered under her breath and looked away. Twilight clapped a hoof on the side of the cart like she was an excited Applejack showing off a new wagon. "Besides, I thought you might want to help me take it for a spin and break it in." Chrysalis looked to her wife askance as she picked at a bit of moss on the passageway wall. "Thank you, for the offer, beloved but you know how that went the last time we went on one of your cart joyrides together. The things hardly seem to be designed with my body in mind." She clicked a fang at her chitinous lip, recalling the unpleasant event. "I know you had a ball but I spent most of the trip banging about on my shell. I was picking dust and pebbles out of my tarsomeres for days." She gave her hoof a disgruntled waggle, displaying the broken-heart shape of their underside. "Weeeeell..." Twilight's voice took on a sing-song mischievous, honeyed tone as she tapped her hooves against the rim and took a silent measurement of her bughorse wife's proportions. " I was thinking there's more than one way to break in a minecart, you know..." Chrysalis looked up. Her serpentine eyes now wide as serving trays at rapt attention. Twilight lay back and spread her wings over the sides of the cart. Her mane began to flow and coil as the unfathomable power within her rose. The navy mass with it's single band of cerise and mallow grew into an inky cloud as tendrils came alive and lapped about at the air. They beckoned to Chrysalis as charming serpents. The starlight sparkles glittering from her wife's deep indigo tresses danced and teased for all the world like nighttime stars reflected across waves of the ocean. At the center of it all, Twilight's violet eyes narrowed, suddenly heavy-lidded in sweet seduction, calling to her wife. Summoning her closer. Commanding. "Honeybug...?" she purred.

Chrysalis's smile returned in a long, slow, hungry smirk as all thoughts of past events and in-laws vanished. Her tongue flickered at the air with the rumbling growl building in her barrel.

"My queen."

Everything else drifted into the ether. She considered the thought- Maybe she might like minecarts after all.

[askthejourneysgang]

To Ash, Chloe, Goh, Pikachu, Cinderace, and Yamper, between your two english themes The Journey Starts today and With You, which are your favorites. Personally, id love for one of the many cover artists on YouTube to make a remix cover of them!

Also, while its late, CONGRATS ON BECOMING THE WORLD MONARCH ASH, YOU TRULY ARE LIVING YOUR DREAM OF BEING A POKEMON MASTER(I think I worded that right, pretty sure your definition of pokemon master is a continual sense, where you actively achieve it by being it, due to always meeting new people and pokemon, so one of those forever with in your reach but always one step ahead type of dreams)!!!!

In congratulations, I gift you this Little Mareep, Her name is Fuzzle, as you'll notice, her wool is pink, yes she's a shiny, she's also intent on not evolving, she went through alot of bullying from what I hear from the ranch i got her, though she hasn't been that happy with my more indoors lifestyle, considering professor Oaks ranch and your constant traveling, I'm sure she'll thrive with you, she know Thundershock, Iron tail, Trailblaze(which is a grass type flame charge), and Cotton Guard, she has Static too. While she wants to travel and be outside, she's not much a battler, she only learned Iron tail and Trailblaze was from defending her self and running away from her Bullies.

Its weird how different species of pokemom treat shiny pokemon differently, even evolved forms change in how they behave, like Flaffy and Ampharos are very protective of all the herd and will scold any bullying like that. For some it makes sense when you think of their behavior, like the Nickit line, the Sparkles and noise from said Sparkles from shinys are due to influx of light around them, it doesnt matter what kind, blindingly bright to slightly bright, even Shady to pitch black, not good for a theif to end up showing its there.

Ash: I like The Journeys Starts Today 😊

Goh: I like With You the best... is that predictable of me?

I mean, it's a song about someone promising to never leave their friend's side

Sure wish Ash made such a promise with me at some point 🙄

Ash: You're not still mad about that, are you, my sconey-scone? 😔

Chloe: They're both really gay, idk which to choose 🤷‍♀️

(Most of the Pokémon nod and say the same thing, while Yamper growls that he barely shows up in any of the openings)

Ash: And thank you, that's very sweet of you, Mr. Sean 🤗🤗 We will take good care of your mudkip

Goh: You know, those are some very interesting observations you've made about shiny colorations, there. Ever think of becoming a research fellow? 🧐

Professor Cerise does need some extra hands right about now...

[arendalphaeagle]

Something that is kind of interesting concerning "Molly vs the Ghost World" is Molly's ghost form (a wrath since she's technically not dead yet).

Many have already speculated what Molly's ghost form would look like, and often I've seen those speculated designs in the colors red, pink, or purple. Something that matches with her color scheme, that is to say her cerise-purple skirt, or her dark red hair. I could've sworn I've seen blue as well, matching with her denim sleeveless jacket.

But in "Molly vs the Ghost World", Molly's ghost form is actually in a color I have seen absolutely NO ONE ever predict before.

A golden yellow-ish color. Almost a bit orange, even.

And that's kinda interesting, because when you think about it, not a single ghost in the Ghost World actually is colored yellow or orange by default at all.

You have sky blue ghosts, mint green ghosts, lavender ghosts, periwinkle ghosts, lime ghosts, pink ghosts, cyan ghosts... but no one that is bright yellow or orange.

The closest "yellow" ghost I can think of is Geoff in Scare Mode, who becomes a chartreuse yellow color, but is normally green.

(Contrast Molly's Scare Mode, who is a bright orange)

So why are yellow, gold or orange such rare colors among ghosts? Why is Molly the only one of this color?

Well, it turns out that in the Ghost World, Molly can actually spread joy with a mere touch. Like the Midas Touch, but with happiness instead of gold. It spreads rainbows, grows flowers, turns everything cute and cuddly, and Molly even leaves a golden magic trail behind her. Molly can literally destroy misery in this form (which includes the Flow of Failed Phantoms, and the Chairman himself).

So one can assume that Molly is this bright color because she's filled with so much joy that she literally cannot contain it. This is evidenced by the fact that when Jinx siccs the Sobgoblins onto her, she temporarily becomes gray as the Sobgoblins are sucking the joy out of her.

But that still doesn't explain why she is the only ghost with has such powers. Sure, she has those powers cuz she's pretty dang positive, but I doubt she's the ONLY person in the entire world that can be this positive.

But I think it's because she's technically not dead.

Being dead of obviously the opposite of being alive, and since the Ghost World is full of dead people, that means nearly every citizen's got the life sucked out of them when they pass away... literally, AND, figuratively. Not only are they dead, but also more miserable than humans.

The ghosts already live in a society in which their Chairman needs to feed itself of misery in order to "survive" and remain undead (as opposed to being gone forever). No reason given why that is so far (or how it became Chairman at all), but this at least explains why the Ghost World is structured in this way to need misery and appall joy... and why Ghost Molly is a blip in the system that could very well destroy said system.

As stated before, Molly has become a wraith... meaning she's not actually dead; not neutralized off her joy or filled with misery. Only separated from her body. This means she hasn't lost any of her joy. And since she's one of the most joyful people out there, her ghost form thus contains way more joy than it can contain.

I dunno, I find it pretty interesting that instead of picking a color that could be associated with Molly herself, they instead opted for a color that stands synonymous to joy itself, because they decided that Molly is basically the embodiment of joy compared to many other ghosts we know.

And that kind of makes you wonder if these ghosts are colored based on a random color they've been associated with... or based on their misery level.

[sylvie-writes]

Jersey #18

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (ft. Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Wanda) 

request: I know your requests are closed but I had an idea for a Steve Rogers au where he is in high school and his best friends bucky and Sam are trying to set him up with their girlfriends friend? It would be post serum Steve but like he never had the serum (like puberty was just very kind to him, not that he isn’t everything and more without the serum, just wouldn’t make sense for him to be a football star as pre serum Steve ya know?) and reader is a cheerleader but is also shy. Anywho the day of the homecoming game cheerleaders have to wear a football boys jersey and Nat wears Buckys because they’re obvi in love, Wanda wears Sams, and reader wears Steve’s and when they win the game she runs onto the field and hugs Steve and tells him she’s proud of him and they go to the dance together and they end up dancing to the song Rumor by Lee Brice? And end up admitting they have feeling for each other? ❤️❤️😭 if you could make this happen I would be ECSTATIC

a/n: Thank you for being patient with me. It took me longer to write this because I wanted it to be good. I’m trying to get my shit together at the moment lol. Hopefully you enjoy this because I loved the idea! 

*I chose the number eighteen because Steve was born 1918 and I didn’t know of any other numbers that corresponded with him haha!

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders once the bell rang, freeing you and your classmates from your last bell class. All week long you had tried to rush the hours, longingly waiting for Friday to arrive as that was the day of the homecoming game. The minute the school bell rang, you threw your backpack on one shoulder, practically running out with your textbooks in hand.

As you lightly jogged down the hallway, you could spot Natasha’s cerise locks of hair vividly flying around as she animatedly spoke with Wanda, the two of them most likely awaiting your presence.

The walk from your last class to the lockers was like trekking from Timbuktu and back. Eventually, the familiar tone of Wanda sassing Natasha filled your ears and you giggled, hearing her tell the redhead as it is.

“Now now, ladies.”

You slowly twisted your dial lock, putting in the combination and then opening the creaky metal door to set down your textbooks. Nat leaned up against the locked to your right, Wanda to your left.

“For once, we weren’t actually arguing, (y/n/n)! We were talking about the homecoming game.”

Turning from your locker to face the woman, you raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh really?”

“Yeah, we were thinking about wearing the boys’ jerseys for tonight’s game.”

You smiled, happy for them both, not fully understanding their words. Continuing to listen, you faced your locker once more, going to round up the things for this weekend. In your hand, you held your planner, looking over all of the upcoming assignments and strategically picking which ones to accomplish this weekend.

A sound of feet shuffling sounded louder and louder in the hallway, getting closer to you and the girls. You heard the sounds stop, and a voice replaced the noise.

“Hey babydoll, we got the things you asked for.”

Curious, you turned to your right to see Bucky with his arms wrapped around Natasha’s waist as his lips were glued to behind her ear. Your friend tried to function somewhat normally as her boyfriend continued to shower her in affection.

“This is for you.”

Turning once more, you now saw Sam handing Wanda a jersey as she sheepishly smiled, listening to the man drop some cheesy pick up lines. You looked to your left and right, smiling at your friends' happiness. Suddenly you felt a hand caressing your shoulder, causing you to turn towards the one direction you hadn’t. Behind.

The tall and sweet blonde man you had dreamed about since middle school kindly smiled at you, a jersey in his large hands. Your eyes went wide as you realized the girls had managed to rope you into this too.

“Hi to you too, (y/n).”

Steve chuckled and you then registered that he must’ve seen your startled expression. Feeling a bit awkward, you laughed with the man, shaking off the embarrassment.

“Hi Steve, is that for me I assume?”

The tables had now turned and Steve had been staring at you for a few seconds so far, a bright smile on his face, words struggling to leave his mouth. You giggled at his sweet little mistake.

“Oh! Uh yes!”

His face shuffled through three shades of vermilion, his cheeks most likely toasty as his blushed ears said so. Steve’s lips contorted into that million dollar smile, pearly whites twinkling at you. Unfolding the jersey, Steve brought the shoulders of the jersey to your own, letting the shirt drape over your chest. “Looks great, babe!”

You bit your bottom lip at his playfulness, lightly slapping his chest.

“Oh hush, Rogers.”

The two of you were in your own little world, as your friends watched upon your interaction, unbeknownst to you both.

“I hate to break this up, but we have to get to practice, punk. Gotta be in tip top shape, ya know?”

Bucky quickly kissed Nat goodbye, Sam doing the same with Wanda, leaving you and Steve to awkwardly wave at each other. Once the boys had left, your two best friends hounded you like detectives, not allowing you to leave until you answered each and every question. It was no secret that you harbored feelings for Steve, and vice versa, yet both of you were too petrified to make the first move. Honestly, you felt somewhat insecure, as the girls who wanted to date Steve made up a queue line longer than the Great Wall of China. There were so many options, and he chose you? Apparently it made sense to everyone else except for yourself.

‘Lovey-dovey’ feelings aside, Steve was a great guy, who you considered one of your close friends. Since middle school, you had known Nat, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Steve. You six had always been close, and sports brought you all even closer. First, Bucky and Nat got together, then Sam and Wanda, now the four have spent the past year trying to set you and Steve up, which you do kind of enjoy, but of course you don’t let them know that.

When you had finally satiated Wanda and Nat’s dying need to know every detail of your five minute interaction with Steve, you three went to go find the rest of the team and work on some cheers. Time ticked on and soon four hours became three...two...one.

With an hour until the game began, Natasha, who was cheer captain, frantically ran around, checking up on the team members as you all added finishing touches to your makeup and hair. You sat in front of the vanity, carefully watching Nat getting chastised by Wanda. Her hands hastily flew as she talked, probably scolding Natasha for worrying about everyone else and not even being ready herself. Time was ticking away, so you and Wanda helped the woman get ready. When finished the three of you looked into the mirror to see your reflections smiling back, large jerseys half-tucked into your cheer skorts.

Needless to say, the first three quarters of the game were intense leaving not only you, but the audience on edge. A few offenses left you grimacing, but the boys picked themselves up and kept going. For a majority of the game, you and the girls stayed on the sidelines, expertly performing cheers that were prepared by Natasha. At halftime, you all came onto the field and executed more advanced tricks and such.

Now here you all were, last quarter of the game. So far, your school only needed one more winning play to win the game and keep the team’s winning streak. You gripped your pom poms tightly as you watched Steve briskly run down the field, football tucked in his arm, making your heart race increase a bit. It was then that you realized that you have really cared for Steve as you were constantly worrying about him out on the field.

Too busy daydreaming, you hadn’t even noticed that the game had ended until the crowd started cheering. Immediately, you saw the guys standing in the field waving at the sea of screaming people who excitedly waved their foam fingers and signs. Football was a huge thing in your town, especially with your high school having been the reigning champs.

You looked to your side to notice Natasha and Wanda missing and now running towards the guys. With confidence, you dropped your pom poms and ran towards them all. Steve caught sight of you and with a bright smile, held out his arms. Catching your figure, he laughed and spun you around.

Steve set you down, but not letting go and still in fact holding you close to him. He continued to smile down on you while you gazed up at him.

“Congratulations, Cap.”

You teasingly called the man by his nickname, gently running your fingers through his sweaty helmet hair as a few strands had fallen forward.

Cheeky grin, the man replied, “Well thank you. Couldn’t have done it without you and your girls.”

You gave the man a tight hug and he chuckled.

“Hey, I was thinking that maybe if you were free, would you like to go with me to homecoming dance tomorrow?”

He looked ready to apologize for what he thought was being forward when you happily smiled at him.

“I’d be honored. See you at seven, Steve Rogers.” Giving the man a quick kiss on the cheek, you ran back across the field with the girls who were leaving.

Exactly seven o’clock on the dot you heard a loud knock on the front door. Running down the stairs, sparkly stiletto heels in hand. Last night when you had told Nat and Wanda that Steve asked you to homecoming, they practically threw you into the car and drove to the mall as if all of the dresses might disappear overnight. The three of you decided on a red high low dress, one of Steve’s favorite colors which you had learned from Bucky. Next, Wanda picked out said stilettos and you were ready for homecoming dance. That night you were so excited that you could barely sleep, and now the time had finally come.

Containing your excited squeals, you threw open the door to see Steve with his jaw dropped as he shamelessly eyed you over.

“(y/n), you look absolutely stunning. Not that you don’t always but-”

Before the man could stumble over his words anymore, you placed a soft finger against his lips, shushing him. Steve hurriedly nodded and mumbled out a “yes ma'am,” then holding out an arm for you to link onto.

Time passed quicker than before as you and Steve talked a mile a minute in the car. Before you knew it, you and Steve had arrived at the venue and you could already see Nat and Bucky along with Wanda and Sam as they all looked absolutely picture perfect.

Once Steve helped you out of the car, he again offered an arm that you gladly took. Snuggling into his side a bit, you felt so comfortable with Steve and it was honestly the best feeling in the world.

The six of you spent some time tasting the fancy horderves and of course used the photo props provided. It was something that would make an amazing memory for the future.

Eventually, the lights started to go dim and some soft notes came through the speakers. Nat and Bucky had already left for the dance floor with Sam and Wanda trailing behind.

Steve jokingly wiggled his raised eyebrow, holding a hand out for you. “Madam?”

Placing your much smaller hand in his, the man pulled you close and onto the dance floor.

There's a rumor going 'round, ha, about me and you Stirring up our little town the last week or two Oh, tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it and you feel it too

Steve’s hand supported your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, relishing in this first dance with the man. You laid your head on his shoulder, and with a smile and closed eyes, followed his slow swaying.

The song continued to echo in the room and it neared to an end quicker than you had imagined.

There's a rumor going 'round, and 'round, and 'round What d'you say we make it Make it true What d'you say we make it true, yeah?

Just as the song came to the final verse, you lifted your head from Steve’s chest. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your head prompting you to look up at him. With your eyes, the two of you silently asked for permission from the other. Slowly, you leaned into Steve’s lips as he pushed back gently. Both you and Steve were in your own little blissful world, ignoring your friends’ whistling and clapping. You heard a bit of their commotion and giggled against Steve’s lips. His lips turned into a smile and the two of you kissed once more, this time smiling like lovesick idiots.

10 years later

You were sitting on the arm of the sofa, Steve’s broad arm safely wrapped around your waist. Looking across, you smiled while listening to Sam and Wanda tell their own rendition of homecoming night. As they finished, you looked down to the floor where Nat and Bucky were sitting, then disputing your other friends’ version and telling their own. Steve chuckled and waved a hand, “You guys did not set (y/n) and I up,” your husband rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.

Steve then looked up to you and tenderly squeezed your side, “We did that all on our own. Right, honey?”

You nodded and placed a peck on his lips. Suddenly a high pitched squeal sounded and you looked back down to the floor seeing your daughter pointing to the picture of you and Steve kissing on the dance floor.

Tonight was the anniversary of your homecoming and you and Steve thought it would be fun to have your friends over to remember the night. Over the years, Nat and Bucky, and Wanda and Sam have stayed in touch, and quite frankly, they have become your family. Your daughter was currently flipping through the album from your homecoming night. Peering over her shoulder were two kids, Wanda and Sam’s son, and Bucky and Nat’s daughter. The three of them giggled and babbled amongst themselves. Bucky scooted closer to the kids, telling them about each picture they pointed to. You blissfully sighed, a small smile on your lips as you looked over your family. Steve noticed your loving gaze and ran his thumb along your side.

“We did it, babe.”

Taking his face in your hand, you kissed his forehead.

“We really did.”

a/n: I apologize for any mistakes, I may have been too lazy to proofread heh heh...

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[mcmystery]

Playing in the Woods

(HappyFamily!AU one shot Ft. Cerise and Fraise) Warning: Very Fluffy, motherly love, bunny apple slices

On a sunny day, the breeze was fresh and carried the wonderful scent of the wilderness and flowers. Leaves and petals would flutter in the wind as the sounds of giggles floated around here and there. Rustling of the bushes and the crunch sound of grass was timidly present as a small figure ran through the semi thick forest. The small individual dashed past many trees looking for a good place to hide themselves among the thick terrain of nature that surrounded their home.

The young individual was only a small child. One with fair colored skin with cheeks that were marked with a few freckles and a light blush that was almost always constant. Along with dark hair that transitioned into a copper color towards the ends and was short cut all around except for a small braid on one side. With bangs that came just above her bright blue eyes that shined brightly in the sunlight. The small child wore a very light pink shirt with strawberry colored overall shorts, and white ankle frilly socks with almost black scalloped ballet flats. This small child who hide playfully in the forests found a suitable hiding location within the hollow truck of a very old and aged tree. And this lively cheerful child was named-

“Oh, Fraise~!” Rang out a female voice. “Wherever could you be~?” The voice came again as sounds of the foliage rustled in the distance.

The small child, Fraise, giggled within the shadow of the tree’s hollow trunk. Keeping her mouth covered; muffling her sounds as the older female called out and searched for her. She held herself tightly against the inner wall of the tree’s trunk as the rustling of grass and bushes came closer. Having a big grin across her face as she struggled to hold down her laughter.

“This forest is sooo big, it’s going to take forever to find my little Fraise.” The sweet voice chimed closer. “This must be my toughest challenge yet! To find such a worthy opponent!”

The young women looked around as she pushed some tree branches away and passed some bushes. That’s when she stopped behind an aged tree trunk and heard the murmurs of small giggles that echoed within. The woman brought up her hand and showed that her ring finger projected a bright yellow thread that lead to the inside of this old tree trunk. She smiled to herself at the realization of where her little adorable prey was.

“Ahh,” She exhaled as she looked up towards all the other tall trees in the forest, “Maybe they’re at the top of one of these huuuge trees!”

More small giggles escaped the hollow trunk, and she peered her eyes to the side of the entrance, where she slowly tipped toed to its opening.

“Or maybe…” she eyed the trunks opening. “They’re right here!!” She exclaimed cheerfully into the opening, as the small girl screamed with a delightful thrill of being surprised. The older woman got on her knees to reached in and grabbed the little one as she laughed and wiggled in her grasp. “I found you~!” The women playfully laughed as she hugged her small bundle of joy.

“No fair, cheated! You cheated!” Fraise giggled as she was held in the loving embrace.

“Cheated?” The gentle women stated, “Why, there’s no such thing in this game of ours!” as she began tickling Fraise’s sides. “Everything is up for grabs… even this cute tummy!” She tickled Fraise’s stomach as she laughed harder at the actions. Fraise laughed as the older woman kissed the side of her cheek repeatedly in a playful manner, and Fraise used her shoulder to scrunch away, trying to block away the tickling feelings from the onslaught of motherly kisses.

The women, named Cerise, pulled away from giving Fraise many kisses and smiled at her as she brushed Fraise’s hair into place. “Well, I think this is enough playing for now.”

“Wha?” Fraise began, “But I want to play more!” She exclaimed as she moved a bit away and standing firm with a bit of a pout.

Cerise, still on her knees looked at her daughter’s cute display of confidence, to persuade her to keep the game going. She only smiled at the young child before her. “I know you do, but its snack time now. Unless you want to wait till dinner tonight?”

Fraise still stood firm and kept her pout, thinking of the options. Then, out of nowhere, her stomach growled loud enough for the two to hear. She blushed as it became known that she was getting hungry. Cerise kept her giggles to a minimum but only displayed a soft smile.

She got up on her feet and picked up the small child into her arms, “That settles it, its snack time then!” As she began to walk, making sure to push any branches out of the way so that they didn’t get in her or Fraise’s way. As she did, she began to make small conversation with her daughter. “We’ll be eating a light snack since I’ll be making a big dinner for when daddy comes home tonight.”

Fraise’s eyes widen, “Daddy’s coming home tonight!?” she expressed loudly with pure excitement.

“That’s right, what do you think I should make for us tonight?” She asked curiously as she got closer to exiting the forest.

“Hmm… grill cheese!” Fraise announced with her arms in the air.

“Grilled cheese!?” She questioned back, but then responded back playfully. “Yes, I do think he would like those.” There was a pause until Cerise mumbled, “Maybe a tomato soup, too?” while thinking of what else she could put on the menu.

As they both excited the forest, Cerise walked a bit towards their home. She looked at some of the trees in the distance that displayed some fruit. She halted a bit, “You know what, why don’t you help me pick some apples so that I can make a pie for tonight?”

She knelt and settled Fraise onto the ground. “Okay!” She agreed with visual joy as she hopped up and down a bit.

“Alright, alright. Why don’t you go grab the basket from the side of the house and meet me by that apple tree over there.” Cerise pointed out the two locations of the basket and said apple tree.

Fraise gave a confident and eager smile of dedication. She began to rush over to the basket’s location. “I’ll meet you by tree!” Fraise yelled as she rushed as quick as she could to the basket. Cerise smiled as she also began to make her way to the tree with a casual walk as she watched her daughter hurry as quick as she could to do the task.

By the time she reached the tree, Fraise was already rushing quickly towards the tree with said basket in tow. She dropped the basket at the base of the tree and grabbed onto the surface of the tree’s bark. “I win! I got here first!”

Cerise gasps, “You did! You bested me with your speed! My, every day you get bigger, stronger, and now faster! How am I supposed to keep up!”

The young girl came up to Cerise’s legs, “I want to be big and strong like you, mama!”

“Ooh, big and strong you say? As big as this!?” She quickly turned the girl around and snatched her up, holding her high in the air as Fraise screamed with happy sounds from the rush of being picked up. Cerise brought Fraise over her head and settled the young girl on her shoulders. Fraise giggled as she held on. Cerise picked up the basket from the ground and walked towards one of the lower branches that was weighed down by some apples.

She pointed some out. “Fraise, can you get those right there for me?”

Fraise nodded with a “mhm” and reached out with her small hands to grab the red apples. She picked the biggest one she could grab onto and brought it over to drop it in front of the basket that Cerise held up with her hands.

The breeze ruffled the leaves as Fraise went ahead and picked a few more from the branch. Cerise would walk over to another branch filled with more ready to pick fruit and instructed Fraise to do the same task. Which was: to pick the tastiest ones. After a while their basket began to carry weight of the red fruit.

“Okay, that looks like enough for now.” Cerise mentioned as Fraise reached out for another.

“One more?” Fraise asked kindly.

“Okay, one more, but that’s it. Unless you want to be eating apple pie every day for the next two weeks.” She mentioned with a sassy tone.

Fraise grinned as she picked the last one and dropped it into the basket, adding to more of its weight. Cerise walked away from the tree and settled the basket down to give her hands a break.

“Alright then, my little helper. Thank you for the hard work!” She brought her hands to her daughter’s side and lifted her up and over her head again, placing Fraise carefully back on the ground. “Now go wash up so I can get your snack ready.”

“Okay!” She began to run again. “I’mma race you, mama!” Fraise shouted as Cerise picked up the weighted basket.

Cerise laughed at Fraise’s playfulness. “You already got a head start, that’s not fair!” Smiling as she lifted the basket and holding it with both arms.

Fraise giggled as she ran towards the front of the house. Yet, in her excitement, she lost balance and started to stumble. Each step she tried to recover herself but, in the end, she tripped and skid a bit as she landed harshly from the speed and force across the dirt and grass.

Cerise took notice as this happened in front of her and began to pace quickly towards her. “Fraise? You okay?” She asked.

Fraise turned around to sit up as dirt and some grass leaves covered a bit of her face, shirt, and the bottom of her overall shorts, along with her knee being scratched up and palms sore from trying to brace from the impact. Fraise frowned sadly as she looked herself over and noticed her knee was scratched up and starting to bleed. Seeing the visuals, the pain connected then, and she began to sob.

“Waahhh!” Fraise cried, rubbing the dirt out of her face and hair.

Cerise came up to her little girl and placed the basket down swiftly as she looked over the injury. “There, there, I’m here. Let me see.” She dusted the dirt away lightly around the injured area. There was a scratch that was more prominent in the middle of Fraise’s knee which was surrounded by red marks and small dots of light blood coming through the skin. She did her best to sooth the child as she softly cupped the side of her crying face with the warmth of her palm. “The apples can wait, let’s get you inside, sweetheart.”

Fraise still softly cried as Cerise picked her up gently, careful to pay mind to the injury. Fraise wrapped her arms around Cerise and hid her face into the nook of her neck. Cerise tightly embraced her daughter as she walked back to the house.

As Cerise entered the home, she walked towards the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets to retrieve the first aid kit. Fraise sniffled as she watched her mother open the box and get some packages of antibiotic wipes and a band aid suitable for knees cuts. Cerise brought those over with her as she settled Fraise down on the kitchen counter next to the sink.

Carefully, Cerise folded over the hem of the shorts to expose Fraise’s cuts. Fraise winced at the sensitive pain as she still held tears from earlier. In the silence, there was only Fraise’s quiet hiccups of sobs and Cerise preparing to care for the injury by grabbing a clean washcloth and turning on the sinks faucet.

“My poor baby,” Cerise stated as she ran the cloth under the warm water. Fraise wiped away her tears a bit, but still they continued to rise to the surface due to the pain from her knee. “Always so excited and eager to run off on your own. Just like your father.” Cerise mentioned as she brought the warm clean cloth to her child’s sensitive skin.

Gently she put some pressure to the cut to halt the bleeding and to wipe the blood away in one go. Fraise flinched at the pressure, but Cerise cooed her. “It’s alright, I just need to clean this up a bit, okay?” She spoke as Fraise lightly nodded timidly.

Softly she pressed another clean area of the cloth to the wound and removed any dirt and blood that came with it. She brought the cloth under the running warm water to soak it again and rinsed away the dirt and blood. Coming back to lightly tap on the wound as carefully as she could to not cause her little bundle of joy more pain. Once she felt the wound was cleaned up a bit, she drapped the towel over the sinks edge and shifted over to grab the small package that contained the antibiotic wipe.

Cerise opened the package and removed the moist wipe and gently held Fraise’s knee. “This might hurt just a bit, but it’s to make sure you don’t get an infection from the cut, okay?”

Fraise nodded again and trusted her mother to help fix the injury. Lightly, Cerise wiped at the cut and Fraise’s knee twitched as she felt a slight burn from the damp tissue. “There, just a bit more.” Cerise mentioned as she gave a few more wipes. Slowly the pain went away, but she still felt the soreness from the nerves and muscles. Cerise tossed the dirty tissue into the sink to clean up later and reached over to grab the bandage. Opening it, she peeled away the paper wrapping and carefully aligned the band-aid to the center of his cut. Slowly sticking it to Fraise knee and pulling the ends of the paper off so that the flaps could adhere to the skin, keeping it in place.

“There we go!” Cerise stated warmly; crinkling up the plastic papers in her hand and tossing them aside onto the counter. “Is that a little better?” She asked her.

“Mhm, still sore.” Fraise said with a soft voice.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s going to be sore for a while, but you’re okay now.” Telling her as she picked up her daughter into her arms and carried her across the house. She entered Fraise’s bedroom where she gently laid her down on the bed. “Now you wait here while I go get those apples and make you a snack, okay?”

As she was about to walk away, Fraise called out to her, “Mama, don’t go.”

She turned around and held her face, smiling lovingly at the small girl. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart, I promise. I’m just going to get the apples, okay. And then I’ll be right back.” Fraise nodded as she held her hand, slowly letting it out of the others grasp. Cerise smiled at her one more time before leaving the room completely. Once outside, she gathered the basket again and brought them back inside the home. Taking them to the kitchen and placing the whole thing next to the sink. She took out the medical wipe along with the crunched-up bandage wrappers and threw them away into the bin. She came back to the task of washing each apple down and placing it on the other side of the counter to let them dry out. Once done with all that, she grabbed one apple that looked the tastiest in her eyes and began to peel and cut them up into fun little rabbit slices. Satisfied with her work she walked back to Fraise’s room where she laid back a bit waiting for her.

Fraise noticed her and sat up, “Mama’s back!”

Cerise smiled at her daughter with much love in her expression. “I told you I would be, didn’t I?” She approached her and showed the plate filled with many cute bunny slices. “Look I even brought you little bunnies to cheer you up.”

Fraise’s eyes widen and glimmered at the display of the fresh apple slices. “Cute bunnies!”

“That’s right!” She grabbed one and playfully moved it in front of Fraise’s face. “I saw them outside hopping around and quickly snatched them all up!”

“Silly, mama, it’s just apple.” She giggled as Cerise played with the food in front of her.

“Ooh, are you sure? They might look like apples, but you never know when they might… hop away!” She exclaimed as she jerked the plate upwards and let the slices toss in the air. Fraise laughed at her actions. Cerise giggled softly too as she watched the small girl’s cute expressions of joy.

She brought the slice back to Fraise and let her grab it by herself. “Here, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, mama.” Fraise said as she brought the slice to her mouth and took her first bite. Fraise’s cheeks blushed at the sweetness that came with the taste. “Itsh yummy!”

Cerise placed the plate to the side of her and let the little one snack from there. Watching each action. Fraise would take another slice, munch on it, and enjoy each bite. Once she was all done with the snack, Cerise moved the plate away to the side table. “How’s your knee feeling?”

Fraise, who was distracted by the food came to remember the injury and brought back the sore feeling again. “Still hurt…”

“Hmm,” She gave a concerned look, but as she looked over to the bookshelf she sprang and idea. “Well, why don’t I read you a little story then before I start on dinner?”

Fraise nodded as Cerise got up and walked over to the bookshelf. She picked up one of Fraise’s favorites, The Girl in the Tower, and came back to sit on the other side of the bed next to her daughter. Once settled, Fraise cuddled up to Cerise, who brought her arm around the small child to let her in closer so that they could read along and look at the pictures.

Once they got in their comfortable positions, Cerise began to read the story to her. As she started to narrate the story, Fraise read along, scanning his eyes across each sentence, or keeping her eyes on the images illustrated in the book. Towards the middle of the story, Fraise began to nod off and let her eyes slowly close, but she would be awoken slightly with each page turn. It was toward the end of the story that she completely fell asleep against her mother.

“The girl was surprised to have met a hero right from the pages of a fairy tale. The hero was surprised to meet a smart and powerful girl who shared his curiosity about the world and a strong sense of justice. Neither was eager to go their separate ways… Hm?” Cerise stopped reading as she noticed her daughter reacting less but saw her fast asleep and breathing calmly.

Cerise smiled and place the book to the other bed stand. Coming back to gently moved Fraise so that she laid her head softly against the pillow. As she got up, she covered her daughter with the cozy bed sheet and brushed her hair tenderly. Leaning in and giving a small loving kiss to her head as she slept.

Slowly she walked towards the bedroom door and looked back at the sweet peaceful state the little girl was in. She grinned, turned off the lights and went about to create a dinner for a family she thanked the Brothers for.

[theaterism]

Summary: In which attention is earned, and in which paintings are offered.

At a young age, Adeline realized presents were the key to her mother’s affection. Cerise adored beautiful things. Nathaniel gave his wife dazzling gifts, and Cerise responded with delight — gasps and smiles and bright-sounding words. Adeline didn’t need to know what each word meant. She knew the response meant happiness, and it earned warmth.

Cerise spent much of her time entertaining party guests and friends she’d invited over. Spending time with her children wasn’t her highest priority. She had a reputation to keep polished. Adeline longed for attention and closeness, and presents seemed like a reliable strategy to receive it. Her father usually gave Cerise dresses or jewelry or other expensive items. Unfortunately, Adeline couldn’t afford those. She tried grabbing one of her mother’s necklaces and offering it back to her, but the gesture mostly earned laughter. Not quite the response Adeline sought.

But Adeline could paint. She adored painting. She loved the bright colors and the texture on her skin as she smeared them across the paper, cold and liquid smooth. Her fingers gained a near-constant stain — yellows and blues, oranges and purples, all muddied together. When her parents insisted, she’d scrub her hands clean. They’d regain their colors within a day.

Her mother sometimes painted in the garden. She had introduced the hobby to Adeline. She’d painted more in the past, she told her daughter, but no longer had much time for it. With absolute certainty, Adeline decided Cerise would enjoy a gift of art. She began offering paintings to Cerise when she was four. Pride and eagerness shone on her face each time she ran to her mother and held out a new piece.

Flowers became a central theme. One painting featured splotches of pinks and greens and browns, meant to evoke the carnations planted in the garden. She knew her mother cherished them. She hoped the present conveyed a clear message: ‘Look! Here’s something you look after and love. And I painted it, so that means I’m good and lovable as well.’

Her mother always pretended to gasp in awe and admiration. She smiled at Adeline and showered her in compliments and hugged her, and Adeline beamed brighter, her excitement light and bubbly. She gave Cerise many other paintings and drawings and delighted in the affection it earned. At first.

The trouble arose when Adeline got a proper grasp on her magic. She could create moving works of art. This discovery thrilled Adeline, and she imagined her mother would find it exciting as well. It brought her artwork to life, after all. It was more beautiful, which made it better, so it would earn more affection.

She struggled to control her ability at first. It required focus, and focus wasn’t something Adeline had in abundance. She had energy. Still, at six years old, she corralled her attention long enough to paint a brilliant purple butterfly that flitted across the paper. She presented it to Cerise proudly.

Her mother’s response toward the painting was more faded than Adeline expected. Her brow creased; her compliment was delayed and quiet; her embrace felt stiffer than previous ones. Still, she accepted the art.

Not long afterward, Adeline painted a glimmering goldfish. It swam in a page covered in blue. She’d spent more time on it, and she deemed it better than the butterfly — shinier, more lively, more impressive. Surely the first painting simply hadn’t been vibrant enough, hence her mother’s lackluster response. She hoped her mother would appreciate this one more.

Cerise crumpled it and threw it away.

It hurt worse than anything Adeline had felt before.

Her heart clenched in her chest, her throat tight and eyes stinging. She cried. Her courage abandoned her afterward. Her magic abandoned her along with it. For months, her artwork refused to move, no matter how much she tried to encourage it. Her ability had fled deep within her, scared into a safe place.

Eventually, her courage and magic returned. At age seven, she tried again. She painted the carnations in the garden once more. This time, the flowers swayed in a gentle breeze. A bee drifted lazily among the blossoms. Fluffy clouds floated across the sky overhead. It still had the clumsy talent of a child, but it possessed a beauty all its own. This time, Adeline thought, this time she’ll be happy again. She offered it to her mother — cautiously proud, tentative.

An exasperated sigh left Cerise at its arrival. She refused to touch the painting. I simply don’t want it, she informed Adeline, and implored her daughter to keep it and run along to play with her siblings.

Adeline stifled the fresh sting of rejection. She tried to understand — and accept — the reasoning behind her mother’s disapproval, which the woman declined to explain. Adeline connected the dots easily. Her mother despised moving paintings. Adeline only had a vague sense why, but now she knew her mistake. So she painted a nice, non-moving one — an azure vase, with pink carnations carefully arranged within.

She found her mother in the garden, lounging at a table beneath the gazebo, a sleek book in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. She showed the painting to Cerise hesitantly. Her mother didn’t set the book or glass down, but she glanced at it.

Despite its stillness, something had spoiled between them; something deeper and unspoken. Something the painted apology couldn’t fix. Her smile was thin and her “It’s lovely, darling” rang with underlying disinterest, its sincerity shallow and halfhearted, her gaze already returning to the novel. Dismissive.

Adeline took a breath. She told Cerise it was a gift.

“Oh, but you worked so hard on it. You keep it. I’m sure you’ll find a lovely spot for it in your room.”

Adeline returned inside, painting still clutched in her hands, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. The tears had welled and overflowed by the time she found James and Henry in the library — seeking comfort she knew she’d receive, reassurances that flowed naturally between them. Her siblings provided distractions in the form of tag and hide-and-seek and cookies stolen from the kitchen. And she did find a spot for the painting. Not in her room, but in the kitchen — torn up and discarded into the rubbish bin.

She never offered her mother paintings again.

[mrsbunnycotton421]

120 CRAYOLA SIMS 4 WALLS

That’s right... ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY swatches! 

Apart from the glitter and metallic (and other specialties released over the years) .... this is every single Crayola color.  This was a big task.... but it has just inspired me to do everything in these amazingly bright and diverse colors.  Everything from Red and Blue to Manatee Gray and Macaroni and Cheese. 

I didn’t want to overload the catalog.... soooo I did six different catalog entries.  ⭐⭐PLEASE NOTE.... YOU NEED TO DOWNLOAD ALLLLLL SIX PACKS TO HAVE ALL THE COLORS!!! ⭐⭐

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The 16 Pack -- Includes the original 8 plus 8 more:

- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, Black, and Brown. 

- Red-Violet, Red-Orange, Yellow-Green, Blue Violet, Carnation Pink, Yellow-Orange, Blue Green, and White. 

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❤️ THE THIRTY-TWO PACK ❤️

The 32 Pack is the next pack and includes 16 additional colors. IT DOES NOT INCLUDE THE ORIGINAL 16.

SO YOU MUST DOWNLOAD THE FIRST ONE TOO! 

The colors are: 

- Violet-Red, Apricot, Cerulean, Indigo, Scarlet, Green-Yellow, Bluetiful, Gray, Chestnut, Peach, Sky Blue, Cadet Blue, Melon, Tan, Wisteria, and Timberwolf.

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The 48 Pack is next with 16 more colors. IT DOES NOT INCLUDE THE COLORS FROM 16 or 32. 

The colors are: 

- Lavender, Burnt Sienna, Olive Green, Purple Mountains’ Majesty, Salmon, Mac & Cheese, Granny Smith Apple, Sepia, Mauvelous, Goldenrod, Sea Green, Raw Sienna, Mahogany, Spring Green, Cornflower, and Tumbleweed. 

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Next up is the 64 Pack with 16 More colors. As with the rest, it does not include the previously listed colors, so be sure to grab them! 

The colors are: 

Magenta, Bittersweet, Forest Green, Periwinkle, Wild Strawberry, Burnt Orange, Robins Egg Blue, Orchid, Tickle Me Pink, Gold, Turquoise Blue, Plum, Brick, Asparagus, Pacific Blue, and Silver. 

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Next is the 96 Pack... This is a bigger jump as it contains 32 new colors. It does not contain 16, 32, 48, or 64.

**A note about these colors.... there are a few that are EXTREMELY close in shade as others in this collection... but I wanted to include them anyway. 

The colors are: 

Fuchsia, Maroon, Neon Carrot, Jungle Green, Shocking Pink, Radical Red, Sunglow, Tropical Rain Forest, Purple Pizzazz, Wild Watermelon, Laser Lemon, Pine Green, Hot Magenta, Vivid Tangerine, Unmellow Yellow, Navy Blue, Razzle Dazzle Rose, Copper, Inch Worm, Denim, Cerise,  Atomic Tangerine, Screamin Green, Midnight Blue, Jazzberry Jam, Outrageous Orange, Electric Lime, Wild Blue Yonder, Razzmatazz, Mango Tango, and Royal Purple. 

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FINALLY there is the 120 Pack featuring 24 more colors. 

The colors are: 

Pink Flamingo, Desert Sand, Caribbean Green, Manatee, Blush, Almond, Aquamarine, Outer Space, Pink Sherbet, Banana Mania, Blue Bell, Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown, Cotton Candy, Canary, Purple Heart, Antique Brass, Piggy Pink, Fern, Vivid Violet, Beaver, Sunset Orange, Mountain Meadow, Eggplant, and Shadow. 

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[sstwins]

Femslash Feb Day 28 - Princess - Darling/Apple

WE DID IT YA’LL... WE DID IT!!!! This was such a great month, I had so so much fun writing ships from so many different fandoms! Femslash Feb is always something that I really enjoy, and I was so happy to be able to share it with all of you.

I know there are many femslash ships requested that I didn’t get to. Over the next few weeks, I might sporadically write some of those with random prompts, so be on the lookout!!!

Until then, I’ll be back for Femslash Feb next year!!

This was an anon request!

Brief Summary: Darling and Apple almost, maybe, make a proposal.

Word Count: 415

“Which would you prefer, Darling?” Apple White leaned her body back against the balcony, letting her pretty blonde hair flutter in the wind. “A princess or a queen?”

“For what? To be?” Darling settled down next to her, taking in the landscape of Ever After. The village of Book End was bustling. She could see the tiny dotted forms of Raven, Maddie and Cerise all walking together. Ashlynn setting up shoes in front of the Glass Slipper. But here with Apple, on the balcony outside of her room, everything was quiet and serenely peaceful.

“Not for you to be. I know you would choose to be neither.” Apple turned towards her, reaching out and lightly stroking Darling’s face. “Even though I think you would make a great queen. No, which would you prefer to marry? A princess or a queen?”

If Darling had been drinking anything, she surely would have choked. “Marriage? Apple, are you really-”

“No no no! I didn’t… I don’t…” Apple’s face was blushing as red as her namesake, and she turned away. “I was just curious. That’s all.”

“Hmm…” Darling learned over, untangling Apple’s hands from where they were covering her face as she pinned the girl back up against the balcony. “Since the woman I love is a princess and going to be a queen… I think I could choose either one and be very happy.”

Apple’s coloring had heightened to an extremely bright shade. But before she had the chance to squeak out a reply or retort, she was muffled as Darling leaned in, pressing their lips together. Both girls melted into one another quickly, kissing coming almost as easy as breathing now. Their bodies fit together like two parts of one whole, always meant for one another, but never connected until this moment. But then, finally, out of a need for air and clarity, they split apart, both breathing heavily, both smiling and almost in a daze.

“Was that your way of proposing?” Apple asked, once her body was slightly back under her control.

Darling smirked in reply. “Was it yours?”

Apple paused, biting her lip. Then she turned back to face the sky again, grabbing Darling’s hand to force her to stand at her side. “Let’s just enjoy the here and now, Darling. And worry about that later.”

Darling clutched onto her fingers like they were a lifeline. She gazed out towards the horizon, full of bright and beautiful things to come. “Whatever you wish… your highness.”

[stronk-anime-nya]

Guess who created another OC instead of cultivating the one I'm supposed to focus on but then got distracted cuz she wants her main to have a happy girlfriend and

Thea Azarolo

Elemental Master of Light

Powers & Abilities:

Controlled Light: Can emit a blinding ray of light from her hands

Light Manipulation: Can control the amount of glow from a visible light source (This includes light produced by other elemental masters. To clarify, this means while she can dim the glow of Kai’s fire, she cannot make it any less powerful)

Light Blasts: Can release bursts of light, targeted or scattered

Light Implosion: If frustrated or feeling an extremely strong (usually negative) emotion, all surrounding like can pop and fade to darkness without actually damaging the device it’s contained in

Personality:

While she mostly lets others take the reigns, Thea always has something to contribute.

Although Cerise can be good at understanding others’ emotions, Thea’s great at expressing them. She’s good at giving advice and the others feel like she’s always been a part of them

She’s extremely dedicated to the task at hand. She won’t let anything distract her, and she would never even think of betraying the team

She’s more of a neutral good. While she really isn’t as okay with killing as Cerise is, she’ll understand why and wouldn’t be one to object if it’s for a good cause.

Her flaw is her dependability on others. She cares a lot about other people’s opinions and she fears to be alone.

She is extremely intelligent. And I say that people-wise. She’s an amazing strategist and the team utilizes her abilities to figure out what’s the best way of stopping a threat.

She has a gymnastic background, and her fights usually entail her jumping and dodging her opponents and catching them off-balance.

Backstory:

Her parents worked in show-business, and whether intentional or not Thea had always felt pressure to succeed.

This led to it bleeding into her personality

When the pressure became too intense and she felt she was nothing more than a “showcase” to her parents, she left home.

She lived in Jamanakai for some time and has been curious about the ninja ever since the Hypnobrai raided her home

Relationships:

She and Cole bond over their artistic backgrounds. You’ll have to pry platonic Thea/Cole from my dead fingers.

Despite her apparent quiet nature, she’s a proud open Lesbian

She and Cerise are dating I love me some good Brightshipping.

Despite the fact they understand emotions so well, Thea is a lot more open and expressive about her emotions, where Cerise would usually store such information in her head and never bring it up. This causes some arguments between her and Cerise. While Thea would spill her heart to her, Cerise, whether she wants to or not, will always have a mental wall up and while she would agree to what Thea said, she would rarely contribute her own input.

Either way, the two bond over their familial issues and the fact they had found a new one in the ninja

The first time they met, Jinx had rescued Thea mid-battle where they both realized there was something there. Eventually, Thea entered the monastery and became part of the team. This is when she realizes that the same Jinx she had a massive celebrity crush on was none other than the same girl she would happen to bump into at Jamanakai.

Extras:

Elemental Symbol: Jellyfish

Hair Color: Dark brown with dark red tips

Gi/Main Color: Dark purple with golden accents

Eye Color: Brown, but when she gets pissed and she uses her Light Implosion, depending on the severity her eyes will turn from a bright yellow to a bright white

Status: She sure as heck wants to be a ninja, but she’d never ask

Her surname is Hispanic so do whatever you want with that

[angelccake]

Her, Chapter Two (M)

You and him have some dark, twisted history. You’ve spent the last two years of your life trying to forget it all. What’ll happen when all of it’s thrown back at you all at once?

Prologue

Chapter One

Word Count// 2139 

WARNINGS// strong language, blood/gore, torture, desecration of human remains, stalking, obsession, unhealthy relationships, character death, hints of anxiety disorder, mentions of substance abuse, rated m for future smut and grisly details

I’M IN NO WAY ENDORSING ANY OF THIS, IT WAS ALL WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. IF YOU ARE BOTHERED PLEASE DO NOT READ

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I woke up to everything hurting, especially my neck. I reached up to try and rub the pain away, only to realize I couldn’t move my arms.They were bound behind me and I could feel the distinct, cold metal of handcuffs around my wrists. Dread began to fill me and my mind began to replay all of the current, or past, events that I remembered. 

“You were looking for Changmin, you found him, some guy was stuffing him in the back of a car, the guy got a hold of you too, and you’re not dead. Yet.”

My mantra kicked my fight or flight instinct into high gear, I needed to find a way out of where ever the hell I am. I hoisted my upper body up, ignoring the pain of the handcuffs cutting into me, only to have the putrid smell of mildew and rotting wood hit my nostrils.

While gulping down the bile threatening to come up, I focused my eyes and saw that I was in a fucking cage. Not exactly a cell, but a damn five by ten dog kennel. The fear that ultimately consumed me dulled for a moment and allowed me to feel one other emotion, anger. Not only was I going to be restrained and have whatever done to me for someone’s amusement, I was going to kept up like a fucking pet as it all happened. I looked past the chain link walls of the cage to find the source of the stenches currently assaulting my nose.

The cage was in some type of building that looked like it hadn’t seen its prime in at least sixty years. This particular room, or floor, had a column of concrete  pillars that ran down the middle, leading up to a ceiling covered in mold and water stains poking through the white drywall. Hanging from the ceiling were rows of beam lights, but half of them were busted out. Those remaining seemed to illuminate the mold that covered nearly every square inch of the place. The walls were made of what was once bright red brick, but had then faded so much that only rusty colored globs remained. The floor was the same concrete as the pillars, but had broken wooden crates scattered all over and a lot more mold. The only appealing feature of the room was a wall covered in huge bay windows across from me. Unlike the rest of the room, all of the windows were kept intact and showed a beautiful dawn poking through tree tops. I wanted to just sit and enjoy the view, but a sickening feeling snatched me back to reality. Changmin was in the car before me, but he wasn’t in the room with me.

I started to whip my head to all corners of the room, I managed to get to my feet and walk back in forth in the cage, just trying my best to make sure I didn’t miss a single inch of the room. I was praying that he was slumped over behind one of the pillars, that he just hadn’t stirred awake yet. But it was in vain, I was completely alone. Just then an ear piercing, ungodly scream echoed through out the building.

Present Day

It had been nearly a month since I saw Tao, and Mrs. Kwon was still apologizing to me. I had told her everything that happened at the jail the day after, and she had the audacity to blame herself. She claimed that that she should have never asked me to go, that there was no way that I could have been ready for it. It broke my heart to see her beat herself up, I wanted to ingrain into her mind that she had no control over the situation. I thought I had took it all pretty well considering how I would have reacted in the past, and there was no way she could have controlled him. But I wanted to make her feel better, so I had been trying to show her that I was alright. I was making myself go out more, I actually made plans now, I was putting myself back into the world again. My friends certainly enjoyed it, especially Bokjoo. She was the closest out of all of them, but even she only saw me as some private homebody. But I was determined to change that, I was starting to feel like myself again. The Y/n before Tao, before everything.

Somehow during my quest Bokjoo had convinced me to start dating again. It had been a few nights ago when I had invited her for a wine night after work. I was surprised she had even agreed, she was so shocked that she had to sit in stare at me to make sure she heard me right. But after about two bottles we were acting like we had always been this close. I remember her slurring out,

“You know what Y/n? I don’t get why you don’t get out more, you’re fucking fun. You act like an old lady that’s scared of the outside world. You should go out and meet someone, let loose.”

I tried to look serious through my own drunkenness, and before I realized it said,”Oh yeah? I’ll show you I can get out. I bet you that I’ll have a date by this weekend.” And all she did was burst out laughing as I proceeded to download the best dating app I could find.

That’s how I ended up where I am today, at work with Bokjoo laughing her ass off, and me trying to glare at her with my own smile breaking through. She calmed herself down to a not so quiet giggle and sighed, “Y/n if I knew it would come true, I’d make drunk bets with you all the time.”

“Well in my defense, I’m used to things not going my way.”

I watched her lean all the way back in her “chiropractor recommended” computer chair, that I swore was going to snap any given day now, and start to chew a once undamaged ball point pen. And while blatantly ignoring all of the glares our desks mates were surely giving us, she pressed on. 

“So where’s he taking you?”

Now I leaned back in my “non recommended” chair and huffed, “He’s not taking me anywhere. I’m meeting him at some uppity restaurant on Main St.”

That got her attention, she discarded her savory pen and leaned over on her knees to get her face closer to mine. “What do you mean by “uppity”?”

“I mean I can’t even pronounce the name, and when I google it the price range is four dollar signs,” I watched as her eyes began to fill with excitement and mischief.

“You know what that means? He. Got. Money.,” she made sure to punctuate herself by poking me in the arm at the end of each sentence. 

“Or he got’s a credit card,” I snickered to myself.

“No just think about it, you seduce him long enough to get his bank info, transfer all the funds to yourself, and then split it with me,” she flicked her hand to herself and had so much pride in her plan, I couldn’t help but humor her.

“Okay I’ll try, but for now I think we better get back to work before someone calls HR,” I had noticed the glares had intensified and at least two people were contemplating who should start dialing. So she turned to face her keyboard, found her pen again, and probably started looking for some overdue data sheets.

I pulled myself up to my keyboard and tried to find something to work on, but I couldn’t focus. I was just too happy, Bokjoo’s antics seemed to lift all my fears for this date away. It reminded me why I agreed to it in the first place, I would be in control. I wouldn’t have someone telling me what to wear, what to eat, and I didn’t have to worry about what he would do after the date. Because it was all left up to me, I got to be my own person. I felt like a bird flying for the first time after a lifetime in a cage. I felt myself start to grin down at my keyboard, this was going to be the best date in long, long time.

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I drove a serrated knife back into him as deep as I could, this time in the abdomen. Pulling out the blade painfully slow, I noticed how his excruciating screams had turned in to just loud gurgles of his own blood. And how his attempts to fight had begun to still, he still had a pretty good grip on the arm I was using to hold him up, but the other hand he was using to try and block the knife was limp at his side now. He honestly may not be able to use it anymore, I had almost severed it in half during one of his unsuccessful blocks. But alas, I was getting bored of him.

I decided to step back and actually take a look at him, only to figure out that his grip on my arm wasn’t part of a fight. It was his only way of keeping himself on his feet. He slid down the wall to the ground, his breathing becoming more labored. I had to admit he was handsome, he had dark brown, almost black, hair that matched his eyes perfectly parted to the side. Thick lips, a strong square jaw, and honey toned skin that made a strong contrast to the crimson covering the rest of him. He looked like the kind of guy you took home to your parents. I looked down to a thin neck covered in blue and purple splotches, following it down to narrow shoulders and a heaving chest, I made it down to his diaphragm that took most of damage. I had ran the knife through that area so many times that the shirt covering it was practically nonexistent. I noticed how each individual slit had fleshy shreds of tissue hanging from the cavernous entry wounds. That was the thing about serrated knives, they went in quick and clean, but did ten times more damage when they came out. But the wounds were beautiful in a way, they looked like blots of cerise with streaks of scarlet paint dripping from them.

As I was trying to take in every little detail, he started to convulse and his broken body started to lift. Now that I’d thought about it, he had never begged me to stop, or let go of him. He had fought me until his body wouldn’t allow him anymore, now that was admittedly admirable. I crouched down to him and ran the knife across his throat, watching how he didn’t even have enough blood in him for the artery to pour out like normal. I didn’t feel like dragging this out any longer, he wasn’t for sport, he was just an obstacle. After he finally took his last breath, I pulled out my phone and clicked the first number on my contact list.

“Hey Kris, its me. I’m finished over here, so start heading my way. And don’t forget my suit, I got a date to get ready for,” I said while looking down at the now black blood nearly my whole lower body.

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I was sitting in the back corner looking over scattered oak tables with white table clothes and stained glass flower vases full of lilies, up to the Parthenon inspired archways that lead to a service table with mini potted trees on either side, and past the gigantic lobster tank over to the French styled entry doors. After eyeing the couple of passerbys that trickled in, I decided to give up again and check my phone. I scrolled down to my messages from “Moon Taeil” and there it was, the exact message saying he’ll be here by 7:30. It was now 8:30, and the only thing keeping me here and not going home to binge on ice cream, was the bread sticks.

I put my phone down and reached to my purse for a compact to check my lipstick, it was a beautiful red that fit me perfectly, just like the dress I was wearing with it. While holding the compact up I glanced at my phone and saw that it was now 8:40, deciding it was time to leave I snap the compact shut and lean over my purse to pack up. As I was digging out my credit card and a tip, I heard the cushions on the chair in front of me squish as someone sat down.

“Hey, Y/n.”

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WHEW. Ok I know that I took forever with this chapter and if any of yall were planning to stay on board yall prob given up by now. But if you do read this I HOPE YOU ENJOY EVEN THOUGH ITS LONG AS FUCK. And yall get ready somebody’s back and ready to fuck shit up :)

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It’s a New Day, It’s a New Dawn: fic contest entry

This was my entry to the fic contest. Cancer arc. Mulder and Scully go on a date.

She’s been having dreams. Vivid, cinematic. Bright kaleidoscopic photography. It’s an irony that her skin is parchment-pale and her eyes are gray-ringed and she fights the urge daily to disappear herself in the comforting wrap of her charcoal fleece.

She doesn’t smile too often yet. She still finds that hard, despite her positive prognosis, despite being dealt a second hand in life. Maybe living with death changes muscle memory. She doesn’t smile for many reasons, like her mother’s almost oppressive love and her brother’s tight surprise at her recovery. But sometimes her lips twitch at the relief Mulder’s hides in his own easier smile, the protracted looks he hangs on her when he thinks she isn’t paying attention, the more frequent night-time phone calls – that come much earlier now. Honestly, she misses their 2am slot. They spoke more freely then, shared fears among the ideas, dropped old stories into the mix of autopsy results and wild theories. She knows he’s been frightened to his core by her cancer. And, like the child that still lives in his soul, he doesn’t quite know how to shuck off that terror.

              Remission. It’s a strange term. Sending back, releasing, abating, waiving a debt. Like she owed somebody something. If she has rejected death’s shackles, then it goes that she must be free. She must be able to do as she pleases. She remembers reading about the first sexual revolution – in the Roaring Twenties when the heavy burden of war had lifted and the novelty of life and living powered up. Jazz clubs, movies, cars. The world changed profoundly for that generation. And there’s something about the curious and colorful hope in her dreams that makes her feel the same way.

              Last night’s dream lingers under her skin, behind her eyes, in her breathing. Magical, sensual, sexual. She can’t pin it down but it made her feel good and she wants to hold on to that feeling. She stretches her toes out under the soft linen and enjoys the warm weight of it molding to her body. During her treatment she couldn’t bear anything against her skin, even the lightest touch scratched at her skin, burnt, bruised, scarred. Now she craves it.

She’s always been tenacious, clinging to noble principles or boyfriends past their use-by or scientific proof despite what she’s seen. She has gripped life by dagger-like horns and held on, palms bloody and torn. This time she has won and she needs to celebrate. She bought herself new underwear and pyjamas in the most luxurious silk, and she booked herself in for a day treatment at the local spa hoping to shed the last of her dying cells and front this new life of hers with fresh, unblemished skin.

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Mulder drops by. He’s no good at lying, gives himself away with too many stumbling starts and glances to the left. He rubs his nose and she stares boldly at him, this glorious man in front of her holding out daffodils, the flowers of new life and hope. He’s asking her to dinner and she wants to believe it’s because he feels the same things she does, but she knows it’s really because he needs to see that she’s eating.

“My shout,” he says and there’s a vague air of desperation as he taps his wallet in his pocket.

The restaurant is bland. Mulder is the bright spot with his embroidered reminiscences and luminous smile. He’s genuinely delighted to be entertaining her. He can’t help trying too hard. This man who has lost everything and still believes in fairy tales and happy ever afters. The truth. Mulder’s truth has always been about a bigger picture, a higher purpose. The mundanity of dying just wasn’t in his vision.

              “I’m not keeping you up too late?” he asks, checking his watch for the fourth time. It’s only just gone nine and she feels extraordinarily awake.

              “I’m fine, Mulder. I’m having a nice time,” she says but knows it’s not enough for him. His mind will be worrying through all the things he has said or hasn’t said or should say. She covers his jiggling fingers with her hand, his sharp intake of breath punctuating the moment. “I want to say thank you for believing. For having faith and for your courage. I know how hard it must have been for you to see me that way. I don’t think I’ve told you how grateful I am.”

              His fingers still and his shoulders fall forward a little. He turns his head to the street. There’s nothing to see out the window but the rain falling into orange spools of light cast by the lamps, but his attention is captured by it. It seems he is all out of stories. “There was no choice,” he says, monotone matching the outlook. He does lift her hand and close it inside both his palms, and it feels like he’s covering her heart.

              She has a sudden urge to dance. To drink incandescent cocktails in a shady club. Wear feathers round her neck and Charleston until dawn. She wonders if Mulder has ever danced, although she dimly recalls a story about his mother teaching him to waltz as a pre-requisite life-skill, alongside swimming and cooking. Teena and Bill Mulder’s priorities in life were never quite synchronized. Genteel living on the Vineyard or trading your daughter to a syndicate of power-hungry men?  

              “Have you ever been to a jazz club, Mulder?”

              He releases her hand along with an unguarded laugh. “What?”

              “A jazz club, you know? Dancing, drinking, cigarettes in black holders, pearls and boas.”

              He’s still chuckling, all teeth and chesty laugh. “I do have a fedora and some two-tone Oxfords in the closet somewhere.”

              She sees him then, gray hat shadowing his face, pinstripe shirt with gold cufflinks, suspenders holding up his cuffed pants, black and white polished shoes skitting across the floorboards. Something inside her blooms. She smiles and the stretch across her face feels like an new act in her life.

“You look good as you are,” she says, trying not to linger on his broad chest.

              “Thank you,” he says, drawing out the words with uncertainty. Then he sits upright, runs a hand through his floppy bangs and grins. “You’re serious? You really want to dance?”

              Suddenly unsure, she rubs her thighs and swallows. She’s being irrational, she knows. She’s taking a chance, she knows. She’s putting herself out there, she knows. He’s not ready for this shed-skin Scully, this rebirthed version. “It’s okay,” she says, shaking her head. “Let’s get the check.”

              Outside, the air is damp and the residual smell of frying onions hangs all around. She’s noticed the slow return of her sense of smell and the aromas of life come at her with memories. A chilli-dog with mustard spooling down her shirt. Smoke from campfires with grit between her toes. Cologne on pillows. Ocean-fresh skin. The salt-sweet stickiness of the morning after.

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Mulder cranes his neck back round, slows the car and turns it around. He looks across at her and holds her in a half-smile. She sees the neon sign, a golden pineapple with oversized verdigris spikes, flashing. The Tropica.

              Inside, it’s velvet-walled dark. It’s tactile. It’s pink smoke puffs and aqua light strips around ceiling high mirrors. The bartender is dancing shiny cocktail shakers in each hand. The low thrum from the speakers is pulsing some saxophone standard and Mulder pulls his credit card from his wallet and sets up a tab. It feels illicit, ensconced in a booth sipping strawberry daiquiris through green straws. After the first, she tucks the cerise cocktail umbrella behind her ear and makes Mulder grin. After the second, she tucks the umbrella behind his ear and makes him laugh.

              When her cancer struck fear into her bones in the early hours, when she saw nothing but a void in her future, when she trembled at the thought of Mulder going mad with bottled-up grief, she imagined how she would spend her last days on earth, had she been well enough. It wasn’t a midnight tryst in an underground club sharing lurid drinks and even more lurid tales about work colleagues. Somehow, she’d imagined pink sand and sun-baked skin, glimmering yachts and dolphin-diving. Fresh, salt-whipped winds snapping shade-sails overhead and mango juice sticking to her chin.

              But this, this electric thrall that presses around her, the gravity of life. It’s more than she could imagine. His fingers cover hers and he’s tapping with the beat of the drum. On the small stage, a woman in a purple sequin gown shimmies and belts out Nina Simone. He leans across, tipping over the glass in front of him, spilling pink ice onto the table. He ignores it and his jaw brushes her cheek as he whispers in her ear.

              “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, Dana?”

              Hearing her name on his lips shoots heat through her veins. She is Dana tonight. She has worked off her debts, gripped life by the shoulders and shaken herself back into it. She is free. And when he presses his damp-shirted chest to hers nesting his face in the crook of her neck, it’s like she has stepped into one of her dreams.

              She never wants to wake.

[og-stories-with-21z]

Escaping Town - a TwooneZ original

A/N this is one of my very favorite stories! I’m happy to be sharing it with you all!

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Salandra Savory knew what she had done, and she wasn’t sorry, either. She held firmly onto the belief, as the wind swept past her skirt. The bright blue, cocktail dress squeezed itself onto her thighs, and flew out behind her. Her large, pink, sunhat, lifted off her head a little as the breeze picked up. She pulled her pink gloves tighter over her hands. The gloves had dark cerise lace on the bottom; they were skintight and a little too small, just how she liked them. Her black socks came up to the middle of her thighs, and made her feet slip and slide in her seven inch heels, which were making a klacking noise. She smiled.

The sand-color cement wall was changing between red and blue. It excited her, as she pushed herself harder. The trees went flashing by, and the clouds, and buildings, and the sky seemed to get further. It was all a rush, and she loved it. She grabbed the skirt in her hands, and let gravity do the rest.

Klack.

Klack.

Klack.

Every time her heels made the sound it got louder. She was satisfied. She loved the feeling of falling. Salandra kept her head up. She couldn’t slow down too much, she had to stay ahead. She was going so fast it was hard to breathe. Air filled her nose too fast, and she had to cough on it, but she had practiced a thousand times. She knew how to do it now. Gasping with her mouth, she kept herself alive.

Klack.

Klack.

Klack.

There was that sound again. That harsh reality check. It just seemed to dampen her mood, but she didn’t let it get her down. At least, not this time.

Images flashed in her mind. Those horrid memories would never leave her alone, that was why she had done it. That was why she was here. That was why she wouldn’t be caught again.

The black room, the cold air, the sour stench.

The ropes, the metal bats, the wet furniture.

The raw food, the oily drinks, the rubber clothes, and the dirty living quarters.

All of it filled her memory, and made her disgusted.

Made her angry.

Made her hopeless.

Made her frustrated.

But most importantly, made her overjoyed. Made her so happy.

So enthusiastic.

So energetic.

So glad!

She would not have been made this way if this hadn’t happened. This was a rare occasion, not very many people got this. She was lucky, very lucky. She was a special case, and she was able to reach out, and grasp the opportunity. Her dreams were coming true!

But the sirens were getting louder, and the red and blue lights were getting faster. She couldn’t stop now. Not for anything! Her heart was hardly beating, and her nerves weren’t activating. She had gotten used to it by now, though the transition had been difficult.

Her hands crashed into the cement wall, stinging her from the impact; frazzling her arms all the way from her elbows to her shoulders. Salandra didn’t let up.

She pushed herself back up, and let herself get taken by gravity once more. Her heels slammed against the pavement, but they wouldn’t break. She knew that much, seeing as she had been the one to build them. That’s how she knew steel was inside them. They could be used as rather nice weapons, too. Just a single hit to the head would really hurt.

She flung herself past the streetlamp, and around the corner.

She charged past the bank, and away from the cafe.

She leapt down the stairs, over a puddle, across the bridge and out of sight of the big, dreadful, structure that had been her home for so long.

Salandra cascaded into the park, bulldozed her way through the crowded sidewalk, and zigzagged around the searching police. Just a little longer now. She was more than halfway there.

But the lights overhead blazed, and in an instant she was standing in their puddle. It was surrounding her; she was, once again, in the spotlight of capture. But she wasn’t done yet! Just because they had discovered her didn’t mean they had trapped her.

Had arrested her.

Had apprehended her.

Had imprisoned her.

She was still free, and she was going to stay that way. No matter how many recaptures it took. Her eyes gleamed, and her smile widened. Her pulse skipped and her blood roared. She knew things that they didn’t. And that made her an incredible enemy.

That made her… one step ahead… always, and forever...

Savory could feel it building her chest, but she had only a few more miles to go. She wouldn’t halt just to relax.

Just to feel safe again.

No. She would be safe once she passed the border.

Once she saw the other side.

Once she was long, long, gone.

Once she was far away.

She picked up her skirt, and jumped. She was falling again.

Yes, yes, yes! How amazing it felt to be airborne! Oh, she would never tire of that. Not ever. She closed her eyes briefly, remembering who had taught her that.

HE had. HE had taught her that. And she had left him behind… He was still back there.

Her happiness.

Her hope.

Her encouragement.

Her…

Her love…

That’s who she had left behind.

But Salandra Savory shoved it to the side of her brain so hard, and so fast, she nearly fell onto her right side, because that was the direction she had put it. Well, if she HAD put it somewhere, then surely it would have been to the right. If anything in her mind could go ANYWHERE, then it must have gone right. It was only logical.

But her feet kept carrying her, and she didn’t fall. She glided out of the street like she was a spatula spreading frosting on a cake. She was not there for very long.

Her hat had been blown off her head by the wind some time ago, and she hadn’t had the time to run back and grab it. It was her mother’s hat, and she loved it dearly. Her mother had given it to her for protection before she died, now it was nothing. Probably rotting somewhere in a drain puddle. It didn’t deserve that.

Salandra didn’t have time for sadness right now. She had to keep going. And so, she did.

Her gloves were getting sweaty, but she wouldn’t lose them like she had her hat. She kept them on her hands; her determination was as strong as her geniusness, and people said that she was smart. Very, more than average, smart.

The urge inside her chest grew so big she had to give in. She began to laugh. She laughed so hard, so loud, and so rough, that it nearly suffocated her, but it didn’t slow her down any. Quite the opposite in fact. It filled her with such confidence that she couldn’t back down. She bounded the rest of the way, not losing her ground, laughing maniacally all the while.

She could still feel the rush she had felt before, when she fired the gun and heard the ear-splitting bang of the gunshot.

When she saw the blood pool.

When she saw the body fall.

When she knew he was dead.

She had cheered.

She had clapped.

She had sung.

She had danced.

She had… celebrated.

And that was the thing, she didn’t feel anything. She HADN’T felt anything. And she didn’t WANT to.

She raced for the river, and she dove into it. Her dress was heavy, but it didn’t bring her down. She had practiced at the prison, swimming with her heavy clothes. She had practiced everything. She’d been planning this for a while, so she had known what to go over.

She swam to the other side, though she didn’t need to, it was shallow enough to walk. And then, as her feet hit the sand, she exhaled. Finally, she was free.

But she had another fall to encounter. She prepared herself to jump. And she did. She sailed through the air, and continued going. Going. Going. Going. Going.

The red and blue lights were starting to catch up, and so were the sirens, but they couldn’t get her. She had crossed the river. They WOULDN’T get her, because they were too scared of what lay on the other side. They would leave her for the wolves, like they had done to everyone else who had taken this journey. Because their puny, pathetic, inferior, lives were too fragile.

Too delicate to handle it.

Too… plain…

Too… utterly breakable.

She turned around and laughed. She pointed at them, and laughed so hard her stomach hurt. The looks on their faces were priceless, as they stared at the weak, and unmoveable Salandra Savory. She wasn’t broken. No. Just smart. Smart enough to know how to get all the attention away from her, and then bolt when the time was right.

Oh, they didn’t know what they were missing. She was outside, where the real world was, and they were missing out. She was really glad to be herself at that moment. How much it must suck to be those calloused, self-centered, imbeciles. And all she did was laugh.

Then a head emerged from under the surface of the water, and her heart stopped for the first time. The hair was plastered down over the face, the big, baggy, clothes were hanging tightly to the body, and the shoes were filled with water but she knew who it was. How could she forget?

Gamath Graves was heading towards her, he had her hat in his hands, and a little smile on his face. He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her in the eyes.

His face was muddy, and scarred. His dark clothes were ripped and torn. But all the same, he still had his spirit. “You remember what I taught you?” He asked her.

Salandra blinked at him. “How to fly,” she repeated back his words from so long ago.

His eyes shone brilliantly, an evil glint in his eyes. “Let’s get out of here.” He handed her the sunhat. It was drenched and floppy, but at least it wasn’t dirty. At least it wasn’t lost.

She beamed at him, her perfect teeth showing, and she lifted her feet up once more,

Her belief still shown in her mind, clear as day. This was her escape. Her mother and father had wanted this, no matter what the police said. There was a world outside this border, and she was going to see it. Alone, if she had to. Dying, if she had to. Murderous, and insane, if she had to. And here she was. She had achieved her dream. And in front of the very people who had thought she couldn’t do it. Thought she WOULDN’T do it.

Well, they could go die.

She braced herself against the wind, and looked out into the grasslands beyond. Here it came, her official freedom! And she was more excited than she had been when she was escaping the prison. Or the mental hospital, but that was brutal, and it had failed, so she didn’t like to think about that…

But this was it! The last jump. And she braced herself as Gamath linked his arms with hers. And then, no communication required, they jumped in unison, at once. They flew away together, into the sky, and out of sight.

The grass was soft on Salandra’s feet. She hadn’t felt it before, but she didn’t think about it too much. She was out of there, finally! And she was going to get as far away as possible, and never return. She would be happy out here! And she didn’t look back, as she went pelting straight into the supposed wolve’s den.

[spam-1997]

@sanguinehaven​ sent: ❝ Well, why did this feel...really fucking familiar? A strong, unnerving sense of deja vu, like they've seen this maybe... 

Maybe in the mansion, crawling out of whatever code hell there, only to be caught in a frozen hellscape, captured and taken to him until the world ceased to exist of when he fought against the...heroes...

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not here. Not this time.

*Spaz! Spaz it's me, it's going to be okay. I promise, I'm with you.

Cerise says, shouts, feet carrying them as they rushed towards him, while others fled.

*I won't, I won't leave you to deal with this on your own.

Their ring is warm on their finger, a little promise. No matter what they can't leave him alone like this. ❞

|| Spamton’s been shoved in King’s mech and he is NOT happy--

⇨   As he stomped steadily forward, down the street, trying to reach the tea house he single-mindedly decided he should go, his body was ragged and limp, hands constantly switching between clawing his own face and hugging around his sharply armored chest clearly built far more for combat than comfort, just trying to recount the memories. 

He can’t stay focused enough to think further back. He hates it-- it just gets him angrier with every failed attempt to recount the details of it. Of them! It’s not even quite like he’s losing memories it’s like... the memories are losing color. But he has to remember, feel every inch of it like it was real, like it really happened-- he has to-- because it did, god damn it! Pink. Don’t stop feeling... pink...

Then he hears them. Not in a memory-- for real.  “ * CERISE ???? ”  His hands jolt from his face as his mechanisms creak against his sudden motion, looking all around until he spots them. His eyes glow excessively bright, and without even thinking--   his chest unhinges.

Three, a bigger and two smaller, chained, tungsten blue hearts rocket out at the addison, literally barking, gnashing their teeth with metal clangs. They wrap all around them, maybe a little too tight, but even with malice in the hearts’ eyes.... they just kiss them repeatedly from all angles.

“ * YOU’RE HERE, YOU’RE HE r e.... PLEASE! ”  The giant eagerly and desperately reaches out his claws and pulls the chain for the heart to deliver them to him, right now, faster-- They’re held up to his face. “ * CERiSE !!! [ I need you... ] TO LOOK AT ME.... [ something’s wrong- ]  I FEEL F-Aa-aNtASTIC [ make it stop ! ] H AEHA heAEHaHEA HEaHEAE EAH hEHAHEHA!!! ”

[bethestaryouareradio]

Looking out!

“The heart is like a garden. What seeds will you plant there?” Buddha

The first vista I witness every morning as I traipse downstairs in my pink fluffy slippers to grab a cup of java invigorates my day. Outside my stairwell window,  a tall crimson camellia tree sways in the breeze flanked by a shimmering evergreen flowering pear. Rounding the corner, I look to my right. Through the hand-made stained-glass arch, winter and spring co-mingle. The bright cerise flowers of the peach tree frame the hillside carpeted by sprouting ranunculus, anemones, and hundreds of daffodils in a myriad of colors and textures: yellow on yellow, white and yellow, peach and white, white with white, orange and yellow. Frilly, singles, doubles, clusters…all with throats singing to the sky. Bare branches of pistache trees hug the redwoods. Butter-hued Meyer lemons hang like well-placed ornaments. I never fail to be awed by the majesty and beauty regardless of the season.

Looking out to my colorful panoramas was carefully planned many years ago when I planted the first seeds and bulbs. Bringing the outdoors in has always been a priority for me. For over two decades I practiced interior design as a professional member of the American Society of Interior Designers. I believe that our landscape is an extension of our homes and as such must reflect our moods, tastes, personalities, and preferential palettes. For me, color is an essential element to my happiness. When I look through a window, I want to see my internal penchants reflected by nature. Looking out is looking in.

With less than three weeks to go before the vernal equinox, this is an auspicious time to contemplate how we want to orient our window views for the future. When you look out your windows, what do you want to see? Do you want flowering or fruiting trees? Do you want a monochromatic design? Are you like me and want to luxuriate in color? Are bulbs the surprise you anticipate yearly, or do you prefer planting annuals and perennials?

My garden is abloom with pear, peach, and plum trees. Orange, tangerine, tangelo, lemon, and lime trees are filled with ripening fruit. Daffodils blanket the landscape, tulips are beginning to pop, columbine, wild strawberry, and vinca minor are flush with flowers. I couldn’t finish pruning all my rose bushes because so many were still budding. Nature orchestrates a steady stream of amazement.

Although the nights are still cool, the days are warming allowing the soil temperatures to rise. Weeds are rapidly sprouting, and the ground can be worked in preparation for seeding and planting. Read garden catalogs or books for ideas on how to design spaces that will offer you years of enjoyment.  I’m preparing beds in full sun where I’ll scatter seeds of Lauren’s dark grape poppies. Poppies can handle frost and bloom best when started in early spring. These seedlings will emerge within fourteen days. The flowers will boast four-to-five inch chalice-shaped flowers in a showy port wine hue and they will self-sow for future enjoyment. 

Another favorite perennial plant that I’m adding to my garden is the Lenten rose or hellebore. These plants which feature chartreuse, white, pink, and purple flowers with evergreen foliage are hummingbird friendly, deer-resistant, and water-wise. They thrive in part sun to full shade and are hardy to minus 30 degrees Fahrenheit. 

What will you plant in your spring garden as you look out?

Cynthia Brian’s March Gardening Guide

 RESTORE your mental and physical health by planting a beautiful vista outside your windows.

 FILTER your indoor air with houseplants. According to NASA, 87 percent of volatile organic compounds are removed by live plants naturally. Now that is nothing to sneeze over!

 RETHINK the design of your landscape to coincide with your interior spaces.

 PULL weeds as they sprout.

 PERUSE garden catalogs to plan a 2021 victory garden of healthy vegetables and herbs.

 FERTILIZE lawns.

 SCATTER slug and snail bait.

 REACH horticultural heights with a selection of flowering trees and shrubs. 

 SUPPORT the Moraga Garden Club’s project, Moraga for Monarchs by helping to install a Monarch Butterfly Habitat and Education Garden at Rancho Laguna Park. Visit www.moragagardenclub.com.

 FORCE branches of crabapple, quince, forsythia, and redbud by placing your tree prunings in a bucket of water in a dark place until the buds swell. Move the branches to a beautiful vase filled with warm water and enjoy the show. Change the water daily and add a few drops of bleach to ward off bacteria.

 TRIM dead foliage from your ornamental grasses using sharp hedge clippers.

 PICK up camellias blossoms that have fallen to the ground. Decaying blooms harbor petal blight.

 AERATE your lawn. The soil is compacted from winter rains and foot traffic.  Leave the plugs to add nutrients back into the grass.

 SPRINKLE poppy seeds as spring approaches. 

Happy Gardening. Happy Growing!

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Cynthia Brian, The Goddess Gardener, is available for hire to help you prepare for your spring garden. Raised in the vineyards of Napa County, Cynthia is a New York Times best-selling author, actor, radio personality, speaker, media and writing coach as well as the Founder and Executive Director of Be the Star You Are!® 501 c3. Tune into Cynthia’s StarStyle® Radio Broadcast at www.StarStyleRadio.com.

Buy copies of her best-selling books, including, Chicken Soup for the Gardener’s Soul, Growing with the Goddess Gardener, and Be the Star You Are! Millennials to Boomers at www.cynthiabrian.com/online-store. Receive a FREE inspirational music DVD.

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“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

The worst of it comes late in the night, when Sasuke has nothing else to occupy his mind with. He has no distractions when the thoughts come, the ones of eyes as deep and bright as the ocean on a summer’s day, of a smile so warm and blinding it might as well belong to the sun. When those thoughts come, Sasuke once held a sword to their throat, threatening to cut them and, in a sense, cut himself. It was like punishing himself for those thoughts. For ten years, Sasuke has needed no one but himself. Once he’d lost his family, Sasuke had learned to rely on himself. It was too bad for him that someone else thought differently, and they happened to be very convincing. 

Now, Sasuke finds himself lost, confused, sinking in an ocean that he’s never swum before. His heart races and his mouth goes dry when these thoughts come, and he doesn’t understand. What’s wrong with him, why does he feel this way? He isn’t made for feelings like this. Sasuke isn’t made for softness or for love, he’s made to hate. Sasuke is a warrior bred for bloodshed, a man with goals to change the village and the way the world of shinobi works…a boy who is frightened of what’s happening to him. He can’t think about that idiot anymore without a smile threatening to tug at his lips, his chest blooming with warmth. After all those years battling it, smothering it, the feelings only burgeoned. How do you kill something you can’t see, after all?

That’s why Sasuke finds himself avoiding Naruto, looking away whenever those azure eyes looked at him. It’s a game of cat and mouse that feels a little like déjà vu. It makes Sasuke feel like he’s running away again, and he’s done so much of that. It isn’t fair. Naruto has no right to make him feel like this. Sasuke isn’t right for this, he doesn’t…he can’t. That’s what brings him to Naruto’s apartment, late at night, and perhaps with a hint of alcohol on his breath. The liquid courage coats Sasuke’s tongue, making the words slip past without him able to catch it. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” he breathes, and fuck does he breathe. It feels like a weight lifted off his chest. 

Naruto stares at him, eyes owlish, almost comical. It makes Sasuke want to laugh, as Naruto is so good at doing. It also makes his fear worse. What has he done, what if Naruto hates him? What if Naruto finds Sasuke as disgusting and horrible as everyone else seems to, what if he sees Sasuke as the broken mess that he is? What if—

“You know, teme, I was scared, too.” 

Sasuke looks up with wide eyes, finding a grin on Naruto’s face instead of the scowl Sasuke had dreamt of. The anger Sasuke had nightmares of Naruto expressing is absent. “I was scared you were tryin’ to run away from me again.” 

Cerise colors Sasuke’s cheeks, and he’s not sure if it’s because he’s drunk (only a little). “You…how can you say that? I’m not worth that. I can’t…” Sasuke can’t give Naruto what he needs, what he deserves. Sasuke can’t give Naruto anything. 

Naruto reaches out and cups Sasuke’s face, making the older boy purse his lips as he shuts up. “I don’t expect you to be okay. I don’t expect anything from you that you’re not willing to give, y’know?” Naruto says, his grin ever present. “I just want you to be happy. With me.” 

Sasuke blinks, and then he smirks. “You always go after what’s bad for you, idiot.” 

Naruto shrugs and pulls Sasuke closer. “Call me addicted.”