#chr: charm

[archiveofmypinkmind]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Charm _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

-------------------------ᓚᘏᗢ 16 ᓚᘏᗢ she/her ᓚᘏᗢ --------------------

Over excitable but well meaning, she has a big heart that loves many things- her friends, family, her black cat Liquorice, the supernatural, and her absolute favourite thing: extra terrestrials. She has believed in aliens since the moment she heard of them. It's the very core of her personality, and she relishes in the chance to talk about sightings and rumours. She even runs her own blog, Charming the Unknown, documenting her own research and apparent discoveries. It's quite popular... in specific circles.

Her obsession quickly went from cute (if not a little childish) to unsettling when the new kid, Laika, showed up. Charm was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He's so strange! Have you noticed he never hangs out with anyone after school? And he never tells anyone anything about his life at all His eyes glowed during the black out, didn't anyone else see that!?

No one else appreciated her vocalising these...inconsistencies. It kind of freaked them out. Even her closest friends thought it was getting out of hand. But she knows something is off about Laika, even if no one believes her. She's determined to prove herself right!

Wait...where did he go?

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Thank you for your patience, it's a delight to introduce you all to Charm! I first created her in 2019, she's changed a lot since then. I've recently been reworking her universe and story. It's funny, the first full drawing I post here isn't even one of my pink coded characters! Charm and her universe aren't my main muses but they are all still so dear and special to me.

I don't really have any WIP's since I used a photo of myself as a reference, but I included the little bit I can share under the cut, as well as some fun tid bits about her design <3

Her jumper (or, if you're American, her sweater) is based on a real jumper I own from Dangerfield. I got rid of the turtleneck as honestly, even IRL I don't like it that much but luckily it's not the star of the show! Fun fact about this jumper- it glows in the dark! And yes, so Charm's jumper glows in the dark, too!

She was originally pink-coded as well before I decided I just have too darn many pink oc's. She originally wore a grey bomber jacket adorned with NASA and alien patches on top of a pink jumper with a little black cat face on it. I really wanted to keep the alien/space/cat motif. If I find my original drawings, I'll share it with you all!

She may be Indonesian, but she lives in Australia, so she does wear a school uniform when she isn't wearing her casual clothes. Her story takes place in the early 2010s.

She always was a red-head, it wasn't until recently I thought it would make more sense in the setting for her to dye her hair red than have it be natural. She likes her roots showing, so she gets it done a few centimetres away from her scalp.

I tried using this...idk, pixel-y brush for the first time? I kind of like it. Suits the theme.

Yes, her hair outline being a darker colour of her hair is inspired by My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic's artstyle.

[the-soul-eclectic]

{ screenie of a doodle i did testing a new fit for mind (low quality, sorry) look at this queer fucker. }

[cowsaresushi-coral]

they're my toxic lovers fr

anyways i found out how to use pixmix.

who in the world made that ref image. someone forward them that i think they're so funny and this is the only time i've ever drawn kissy kissy

[kitocrystal]

Jason would probably unironically like the punny skeleton man.

[mistyechoes]

oh my god please tell me trolls band together is better than the first one bc. dbhdhdhsh

[starryeyedjanai]

feeling lucky, feeling charmed

kinktober prompt: shotgunning | @eddiemonth prompt: committed 3.7k | explicit based on this post

Summary: When Eddie texts him that he has "some new stuff" for him to try, he rushes over because it's been a stressful week and he could use the distraction - getting smoked out by his dealer who sometimes lets him try new strains or whatever for free sounds like the perfect way to de-stress. And yeah, maybe it's a little weird that Eddie always asks him to strip down to his underwear when they smoke, but Steve is paying way too much in rent to turn down free weed, even if it means being ogled a little.

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Steve will never understand how he ends up in these situations.

This is just like the time he ended up with Tommy's dick shoved down his throat because he can't say no to a challenge or a dare.

Well, at least that time with Tommy confirmed some things about himself that he was questioning. Having a cock down his throat wasn't as revelatory as it felt like it should have been. It was less of an oh moment and more of a yeah, that makes sense kind of moment.

So when Eddie texts him that he has "some new stuff" for him to try, he rushes over because it's been a stressful week and he could use the distraction - getting smoked out by his dealer who sometimes lets him try new strains or whatever for free sounds like the perfect way to de-stress.

And yeah, maybe it's a little weird that Eddie always asks him to strip down to his underwear when they smoke, but Steve is paying way too much in rent to turn down free weed, even if it means being ogled a little.

But anyway, it gets hot in Eddie's trailer and Steve mentioned it one time and Eddie told him to strip and he did. So now Eddie just says he wants Steve to be comfortable around him and Steve starts taking his clothes off. It's a weird set up, but it's free weed.

It's not every time he comes over, but he feels like he has a Pavlovian response at this point - Eddie will text him and Steve will throw on something comfortable and easy to take off. Honestly, he thinks being this committed to the bit is something that should be applauded.

Eddie opens the door and lets him inside. The air inside is filled with the smell of weed and Steve can already feel himself relaxing. It's been a bitch of a week.

"You wanna get comfortable?" Eddie asks and one side of Steve's mouth quirks up.

He just nods and starts taking his clothes off - well worn sweatpants and an old gym shirt.

He sits down on the couch and lets Eddie get his fill of looking at him for the time being. It always makes him shiver a little, the way Eddie's eyes track up and down his body, the way he has his undivided attention. It's flattering, a little. Maybe a little weird, but it makes him feel good, knowing there's someone who wants him, even if he never does anything about it.

Eddie sits next to him on the couch and starts rolling a joint and Steve lets himself look around while he does.

He's always just a little fascinated by Eddie's place. He likes looking at what mugs are on the drying rack to see which ones from his collection he's been using - there's a black mug with bat wings sitting on the counter this time - and what magazines he's been flicking through on the coffee table-

His breath gets caught in his throat when he spots something - shorts maybe? - on the floor, shoved under the arm chair, like someone was taking off their clothes in a hurry.

He's stretching over and reaching out and grabbing it before he realizes what he's doing, almost like he's in a trance. It's a skirt. There was a skirt shoved half under an arm chair in Eddie's living room and Steve doesn't know what to make of it.

Eddie's distracted so he doesn't notice right away, but he looks up when Steve asks, "Whose is this?"

Steve tries to keep his tone light, but the words come out accusatory anyway.

Eddie looks at the skirt in his hands and a slow smile spreads on his face. "Oh, Chrissy was looking for that."

"Chrissy. Cunningham?" Steve asks, wondering what the hell she would have been doing taking off her skirt in Eddie's living room. Does he do this with other people? Ask them to take their clothes off and look at them too?

"Yeah, she's a friend," Eddie says, going back to finishing the couple of joints he's been rolling.

"A friend who takes off her skirt in your living room? What, did she walk out of here without it somehow?" Steve asks, not sure why it bothers him. Why does it feel like a betrayal? Why did Steve think that was their thing?

"I mean, she borrowed a pair of shorts because she was in a hurry. And yeah, she stayed the night." He's nonchalant about it, shrugging his shoulders as he finishes up and presents the joints with a ta-da motion.

"Why was Chrissy staying over?" Steve asks before he can stop himself. He shouldn't care, is the thing. He should put the skirt down and let Eddie light the joint and stop thinking about it.

"Why do you sound like a jealous girlfriend?" Eddie asks and Steve glares at him. Jealous? Jeal- oh fuck, is he jealous?

"I'm not j- I just, Chrissy doesn't seem like your type," he says, stammering through maybe the worst sentence he's ever produced.

"Chrissy's kind of everyone's type, man. The whole innocent cheerleader thing really does it for people. But we're friends, mostly."

"Mostly," Steve says in a tight voice, trying to will himself to let this go, willing himself to let the skirt fall back onto the floor, but he doesn't, his grip on the skirt tightening despite wanting to let it go.

"Yeah, when she's not dating anyone and I'm not dating anyone, we hook up sometimes. But she is dating someone right now, so she slept on the couch when she stayed over." Eddie scoots closer to him and lights the joint, taking the first drag.

"Oh," he says, shoulders dropping, the fight leaving his body. Eddie smirks at him, so he scoffs and insists, "I'm not jealous."

Eddie hums and takes another drag. "Sure," he says, blowing the smoke in Steve's direction. "You wanna put that on?" he asks, nodding to the skirt.

Steve's brain short-circuits a little bit. He looks at the skirt still clenched in his hand and then looks back at Eddie. "Why would I do that?"

"Because I asked you to," Eddie says, tilting his head and looking at him with heat in his eyes, flicking his gaze up and down his body, like he's imaging what Steve's going to look like when he pulls the skirt on - because there's no question that he's going to do it now.

Eddie asked him to, so he stands up and looks down at the skirt in his hands, the thoughts running through his head a little hazy even though he hasn't even taken a drag of the joint yet.

The skirt has a stretchy waistband, but Steve knows it's going to dig into his hip bones because Chrissy is tiny and Steve is a lot bigger than her.

He steps into it and pulls it up anyway, over his underwear, and it's actually not that bad, fit-wise. It's snug around his waist, but not as tight as he thought it might be. Other than being a little bit snug on him, it's short and flowy and kind of nice.

His heart is beating fast in his chest when he looks up and sees Eddie looking at him.

"Looks good. Pretty," Eddie says, reaching a hand out and tugging the bottom of the skirt out to the side. He looks up at Steve and raises an eyebrow at him before pulling his hand away.

Steve goes to sit down on the couch, somehow feeling more exposed than he does when he's just in his underwear, but Eddie stops him.

"C'mere, princess," he says, gesturing to his lap.

He doesn't know what makes him do it, why he doesn't just shrug it off and laugh like he normally might, but he sits down in Eddie's lap like he asked, knees on either side of Eddie's legs, heart beating a mile a minute. Eddie's jeans are rough against his thighs.

Eddie runs a hand up Steve's leg as he hands the joint to Steve and he shivers at Eddie's hand on his bare thigh.

He takes a drag and tries to relax, tries not to think about Eddie's hand on him, playing with the hem of the skirt, too close - much too close - to his dick.

"Good boy," Eddie says under his breath and Steve coughs out smoke on his next exhale.

Eddie smooths a hand up and down Steve's bare back as he stops coughing and it feels like his skin is buzzing everywhere Eddie touches.

It's maybe been a while since anyone's touched him, so that must be why he's reacting like this, leaning back into the touch, not asking him to stop, letting his other hand that's riding higher under the skirt go unchallenged.

Eddie plucks the joint from his hand when Steve's breathing goes back to normal.

He says, "We're gonna try something. Since you seem to have forgotten how to inhale properly."

He takes a drag and Steve sits there, perched in his lap, buzzing with anticipation.

The hand that was high on his thigh, thumb almost touching his underwear, recedes from under the skirt and comes up to grip his chin.

Eddie grips Steve's chin and digs his thumb in to get him to open his mouth.

Steve let his jaw drop open. He knows what's coming and he lets it happen.

He lets Eddie lean forward and he tilts his head the opposite way of Eddie and lets him seal their mouths together as he breathes the smoke out of his lungs and into Steve's mouth.

It's smooth and nice and even though he knows how to smoke, thank you very much, he's always loved shotgunning.

Eddie drops the hand that was holding his jaw back to Steve's thigh as he takes another drag. He leans forward again, seals his mouth to Steve's and Steve breathes in his smoke again, feeling the tension drop from his body as he puts his hands on Eddie's shoulders.

Eddie runs his hand up and down Steve's thigh underneath the skirt again as they exchange smoke over and over again, Steve opening his mouth obediently each time Eddie leans in.

It kind of feels like an out of body experience - Eddie's hand getting closer and closer to touching Steve's dick where it's starting to tent the skirt, Eddie's mouth dry against his as he breathes the smoke from his lungs out and into Steve's mouth. It's so fucking surreal and Steve is so fucking turned on.

He keeps waiting to feel Eddie's tongue in his mouth, for him to push his hand further into his lap, for Eddie to kiss him for real, but it doesn't come. They keep doing the same thing until the joint is most of the way done, until Steve's brain is as swirly as the smoke floating above them.

He comes to the conclusion that Eddie's waiting on him. Maybe he's been waiting all along. Since the first time Steve stupidly stripped for him just because he said he should.

Maybe he's been patiently waiting for Steve to be the one to make the move, to make sure they're on the same page.

Even now, with Steve perched in his lap, wearing a fucking skirt, Eddie isn't taking the bait.

So Steve watches as Eddie reaches around him to stub out the end of the joint, discarding it in the ashtray on the coffee table, and then he watches him settle back into the couch, content to just have Steve in his lap, running his hands up and down under the skirt.

Steve's dick is hard and he knows Eddie knows that, knows he can see it when he looks down at where his hands are placed under Steve's skirt.

He shifts in Eddie's lap, leaning forward, getting right up in his face, nose to nose.

Eddie smiles lazily at him. "Something you want, princess?" he asks, and something about the set of his mouth, how fucking cocky he sounds, is driving Steve insane. He has to get his mouth on him.

He scoots his hips forward, displacing Eddie's hands, so that he can feel Eddie hard against him, so he knows he hasn't been reading this wrong. The long line of Eddie pressing against him tells him he hasn't.

He closes the gap between them and kisses him, deep from the start, tilting his head and licking into his mouth - tasting him beneath the taste of the smoke lingering on his tongue.

He gasps into Eddie's mouth as his hands find a home on his hips underneath the skirt, dragging him even closer, perching him right on top of his cock, rocking him against it as their tongues stroke against each other.

Eddie grips his ass and grinds their cocks together, only a few layers of fabric between them.

Eddie pulls away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting their lips and Steve, kiss-dumb and horny, leans forward to lap at where it's hanging from Eddie's lip, breaking the strand.

This reignites Eddie, it seems, as he rocks Steve against him harder and kisses him again, biting at his bottom lip.

He pulls away to say, "You wanna get your cock out, pretty boy?"

Always a question, always Steve's decision. That makes him insane for some reason.

"I will if you do," Steve says, already reaching down to flip the skirt up.

Eddie pulls a hand away from Steve's ass to pop open the button of his jeans and get the zipper down, his other hand still possessively gripping Steve's ass.

Steve pulls his cock out of his underwear, tucking his underwear under his balls, as Eddie gets himself out of his underwear.

His heart is racing in his chest looking down at both of them, seeing the wet tip of Eddie's cock. He wants it in his mouth.

He watches as Eddie strokes himself, spreading the precome down his cock. He watches as Eddie gathers both of their cocks in his fist, hissing at the first touch against his cock.

He groans when Eddie grips them tighter together, their cocks lining up, the heads bumping up against each other in his fist as he strokes up.

He lowers the skirt again, letting it cover them, the motion of Eddie's hand slowly jerking them moving the skirt up and down.

His breath is stuttering in his chest and he needs to get his mouth back on Eddie's.

He leans in again and kisses him, moaning into his mouth - the feeling of Eddie's lips against his, his tongue against his, his cock against his, is so heady.

He rocks into Eddie's grip, letting him lick into his mouth again, letting him suck on his tongue.

He kisses back, bringing his hand up to cup Eddie's neck, holding him where he wants him.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Eddie whispers against his mouth, shifting like he wants to get closer, like Steve in his lap isn't close enough - Steve feels the same.

"Want you inside me," he says, whining against Eddie's mouth as he squeezes their cocks.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks. "You want me to fuck you?"

He nods, rolling his hips, fucking up into Eddie's grip.

He only whines a little as Eddie pulls his hand away, reaching into the couch cushions and digging around. He pulls out a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.

He snickers at Steve's indignant look.

"Would you believe me if I said I don't actually do this all that often?" Eddie asks and Steve rolls his eyes.

"What, you don't have pretty boys in your lap every time you offer them free weed?" Steve asks, trying not to let it show how much he really hopes he doesn't.

"If I offered every cute boy I dealt to free weed, I'd be out of business, babe. You really are the only one other than Chrissy who gets anything for free from me," Eddie says, rubbing a soothing hand up his thigh.

That soothes the sting a little. He asks, "Why do you offer me freebies?"

Eddie smiles, the same easy smile he always has, soft and fond and oh-

He says, "Maybe because I was hoping we'd end up like this."

"With me in your lap in a skirt?" Steve asks.

"It's not exactly how I imagined it happening, but you're extremely susceptible to suggestion, my dear," Eddie says, snapping the waistband of the skirt.

He's not about to say that he likes doing what Eddie asks him, so he asks, "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" and hopes he doesn't sound as petulant as he feels.

Eddie answers him by placing the lube and condoms in his hand on the couch next to them and sliding his hands back up Steve's skirt. He pulls his underwear further down and Steve has to nudge up to get them to slide down his thighs.

There's a more efficient way to do this, but he lets Eddie struggle to get him out of his underwear because he's still a little miffed that he just has lube and condoms chilling in between the couch cushions.

He ends up having to stand anyway to get them all the way off, but it's still a win in his book when Eddie leans forward and nudges his skirt up to mouth at Steve's cock.

He runs his tongue over the shaft, licking him from root to tip a few times before pulling away and tugging him back into his lap.

"The skirt stays on?" he asks, the corners of his mouth turning up a little.

"The skirt stays on," Eddie agrees, grabbing the lube again and warming some up on his fingers.

Steve grabs a condom and tears it open as Eddie's fingers find his hole under the skirt.

He rolls the condom on Eddie as Eddie pets at his hole and mouths at his neck, biting little marks into his skin.

He groans when Eddie presses a finger inside, the slide smooth from the lube. He fucks a second finger inside and manages to hit Steve's prostate.

His resulting moan is loud and he can't even be mad when Eddie looks a little smug.

"Fuck me," he says, bouncing on Eddie's fingers.

Eddie pulls his fingers free and spreads more lube on his cock before pulling his shirt off one-handed with his clean hand and wiping the other on the shirt once it's off.

Steve should not find that as endearing as he does. It's objectively a weird thing to do, but at least it's efficient.

He sits up and holds the skirt up and Eddie holds his cock still for Steve to sink down on it.

He sighs as he sits back down in Eddie's lap, bottoming out on his dick. He leans in and presses his mouth to Eddie's jaw, kissing down his neck as he rolls his hips slowly.

Eddie's hands are back on his hips underneath the skirt and he bounces Steve in his lap, his breath picking up as he moves him faster on his cock.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he pants and Steve preens.

He sits up and puts his hands on Eddie's knees behind him as leverage, fucking himself on his dick, letting Eddie control the speed of his hips.

Eddie groans and leans forward, capturing one of Steve's nipples in his mouth. The angle makes Steve's dick grind against the inside of the skirt and Eddie's stomach as his hips move.

He's probably getting precome all over the inside of Chrissy's skirt, he realizes. He's going to come all over it, get it wet and messy.

He takes over and drops into Eddie's lap to grind on his cock as Eddie moves to bite his other nipple.

One of Eddie's hands leaves his hip to take Steve's cock in hand, jerking it fast and tight.

He moans loud at the triple attack - Eddie's hand on him and his mouth on him and his cock grinding deep inside him.

Eddie pulls back and his free hand comes up to grip the back of Steve's neck to drag him into a messy kiss.

Steve licks into his mouth sloppily as he rocks his hips in Eddie's lap, getting closer and closer as Eddie thumbs at the head of his dick.

He gasps into Eddie's mouth as he rubs his thumb along the sensitive skin under the head of his cock.

The motion of his hips gets more desperate as Eddie returns to stroking him with a tight fist.

He chokes on a groan as he comes, spurting up onto the skirt and over Eddie's fist, grinding his hips down and clenching around Eddie's cock.

Eddie thrusts up into him, rabbiting his hips as he chases his orgasm and licks into Steve's open mouth. He shudders through the aftershocks as Eddie fucks up into him and keeps stroking his sensitive cock.

He can feel it when Eddie's cock jerks inside of him, when he starts to come into the condom. His kisses get more uncoordinated, he groans against Steve's mouth, and his thrusts turn into grinds.

Steve melts into his lap and lets himself be kissed as they come down, his heartbeat slowing down as the kisses turn softer, as Eddie's hand stills on his cock.

They pull away from each other's mouth and Steve looks at Eddie, somehow feeling higher than before.

"You got your skirt all messy," Eddie says, pulling his hand off Steve's cock and wiping his hand off on the outside of the skirt, messing it up even more.

Wait-

"My skirt?" he asks, his brain moving a little slower than normal.

Eddie smiles at him, ducking forward and kissing him briefly. "Yeah," he says. "It's not actually Chrissy's. I don't think you could fit one of her skirts, no offense. She's tiny."

"It's not hers?" he asks. Eddie shakes his head. "When you say my skirt-"

"I mean I planted a skirt to make you jealous. Or I hoped you'd be jealous anyway," Eddie says, nudging him up so that he can pull out.

"You're kind of devious, you know that?" he asks, sighing a little as Eddie pulls out.

"But you admit you were jealous," Eddie says cheekily.

"I'm not admitting anything. You're a goddamn conman," he says with a laugh.

"Conned my way right into your pants. Or- skirt, as it were."

Steve grumbles about it some more, but he has to admit, it was effective.

[supersmashreaderz]

Baking a Cake With The 64 Fighters(+ Unlockables)

Smash 64 Fighter x Reader

Chrs: Mario, Yoshi, DK, Link, Samus, Fox, Kirby, Luigi and Captain Falcon

Reader is GN!

Mario:

Baking a cake with Mario is an absolute joy ride. His enthusiasm is infectious as he hums Italian tunes and expertly guides you through the recipe. He’s a natural in the kitchen, treating it like an art form(From Princess Peach's Influence), but also leaving room for fun. He’s constantly taste-testing the batter and frosting with a wink, saying it’s "important to get it just-a right!" You both work seamlessly, though sometimes he gets a bit distracted when he starts tossing dough in the air like he’s flipping a pizza. In the end, the cake is flawless, and Mario proudly presents it as if you’ve both created a masterpiece together.

Yoshi:

Yoshi is incredibly eager to help, though a little clumsy in the kitchen. He loves tasting everything as you go along, sometimes sticking his tongue out too far and accidentally eating part of the ingredients. Despite this, his positive energy keeps you both laughing the entire time. You’ll have to keep an eye on him, though—leave the sugar alone for too long, and Yoshi will have eaten half of it. But once the cake is baked, Yoshi is so excited that he does a little happy dance, making the entire experience heartwarming and full of smiles.

Donkey Kong(DK):

Donkey Kong is surprisingly gentle in the kitchen despite his large frame, rowdyness and strength. He’s determined to help, though you’ll notice he can’t resist tossing bananas into the mix, even if it’s not a banana cake. You work together to mix the ingredients, with DK carefully following your instructions while occasionally sneaking bites of bananas and batter. His favorite part is the decorating—he insists on using extra bananas on top as garnish. In the end, the cake might not be traditional, but it’s definitely delicious and full of DK’s quirky charm.

Link:

Baking with Link is a quiet but calming experience. He’s not too much of a talker, but he follows your instructions with sharp precision, taking everything seriously. He might be a bit unsure about how to bake at first, but once he gets the hang of it, he’s fully focused. You share peaceful moments while mixing the batter and frosting, occasionally exchanging soft smiles. He takes care in every step, as if baking the cake is a mission. When it’s time to decorate, you both enjoy adding personal touches, making the final product as charming as it is delicious.

Samus:

Baking with Samus is efficient and organized(plus you get to see her out of her suit for a while...or at least her beautiful blonde hair as she doesn't have her helmet on). She’s precise with every measurement and action, turning the cake-baking process into a well-structured mission. While she’s not particularly emotional about the process, she surprises you with little moments of fun, like using her arm cannon to quickly whisk the batter or heat the oven. The end result is a cake that’s not only delicious but also expertly crafted. Samus might not be super expressive, but the small smile she gives when she sees the finished cake tells you she enjoyed the experience more than she lets on.

Fox:

Fox is all about teamwork in the kitchen. He takes charge but lets you take the lead where you want. You’ll notice him frequently checking the time and trying to make sure everything is on schedule, like a mission briefing. He’s fast but careful, and his competitive nature shows when he tries to perfect every step. Fox is also surprisingly playful, teasing you about your frosting skills or sneaking a bit of the cake mix while grinning. The cake turns out perfect, and he’s happy to share it with you, giving you a playful nudge, “We make a great team, huh?”

Kirby:

Baking with Kirby is pure chaos in the best way possible. He’s more interested in eating than baking, so you’ll have to keep him from gobbling up the ingredients before they even make it into the bowl. Kirby’s enthusiasm is unmatched, though, and he constantly tries to help—even if it’s just him licking the spoon or cleaning up the leftover frosting. Expect him to inhale bits of the cake as soon as it comes out of the oven, but when he finally settles down to share what’s left, "Poyo!" he’s all smiles and excitement, ready to enjoy your creation together.

Luigi:

Luigi is a little nervous in the kitchen, but he’s incredibly helpful and sweet. He often second-guesses himself, asking, “Is this okay?” or “Are you sure that’s enough?” but he’s so genuine that you can’t help but reassure him. You both share lots of laughter, especially when things go a little off track, like when Luigi accidentally splatters batter everywhere. By the end, the cake might be a little messy, but it’s full of love and care. Luigi is proud of the final product, especially since he got to bake it with you, and he happily shares a piece, blushing a little as he says it turned out great.

Captain Falcon:

Baking with Captain Falcon is intense and high-energy. He approaches the task like a race, moving quickly and shouting things like “Falcon Mix!” as he stirs the batter at lightning speed(whist making a bit of a mess). His enthusiasm is contagious, and you both end up laughing as he tries to make everything as epic as possible, even when it’s something simple like cracking an egg. The cake is finished in record time, and though it may not be the most neatly made, it’s definitely delicious. Falcon pats you on the back, grinning wide, “We totally smashed it!”

[pichupuke]

agegap + Zevlor

Oh my fucking god okay we all. We all love Zevlor being super fucking sweet under all that self hatred but I think he deserves to be weird and creepy but he’s so charming and pathetic (16 chr iirc, same as Wyll) that no one sees it as creepy.

He feels so bad about it too, late at night laying in his bedroll he feels ridiculously fucking guilty while he shoves his hand into his breeches and gets himself off to the thought of your hands on his cock or his horns or in his fucking mouth even- and it’s made worse by how much younger you are. He’s old enough to be your father and he has made himself cum to that though more times than he will ever admit.

And if you show even a fucking shred of interest in him it’s fucking joever. Bc suddenly all his awful thoughts about wanting to fuck and or be fucked by you are possible. The man practically hides from you bc the guilt is eating him inside out. He should not want to fuck someone young enough to be his child. What the fuck is wrong with him. (A whole lot)

[logi1974]

Cornwall 2024 - Tag 21

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Für den Besuch des St. Michael´s Mount buchten wir insgesamt 3 Termine bzw. Zeitfenster. Denn wir wussten ja nicht, wie das Wetter sich entwickeln wird und wer will schon im strömenden Regen oder bei starkem Wind hier herum tapern - wir jedenfalls nicht.

Dank unserer Mitgliedschaft beim National Trust können wir hier sehr großzügig verfahren, denn der Besuch dieser Hauptsehenswürdigkeit Cornwalls wird ebenfalls davon abgedeckt.

Es handelt sich um eine Insel, die nicht weit von der Küste entfernt liegt, gerade einmal 300×300 Meter groß. Ein Hügel, ein Kloster und ein gepflasterter Weg, den man bei Ebbe auch zu Fuß benutzen kann.

Über Jahrhunderte hat eine Gemeinschaft dort eine Klosteranlage mit Hafen und kleinem Städtchen gebaut und einen unglaublichen Garten angelegt.

Die Insel hat eine lange Geschichte, die bis in die prähistorische Zeit zurückreicht, aber ihre Berühmtheit verdankt sie vor allem der mittelalterlichen Benediktinerabtei und dem Schloss, das auf ihrem Gipfel thront.

Wir sind nicht etwa in der Normandie, am Kloster Mont-Saint-Michel, sondern in Cornwall am Sankt Michael’s Mount.

Die Ähnlichkeiten zwischen Mont-Saint-Michel und Sankt Michael’s Mount sind nicht zufällig, denn Mont-St-Michel heißt auf Französisch nichts anderes als St. Michaels Mount. Auch optisch sehen sich die beiden Inseln irgendwie sehr ähnlich.

Eine kleine Gemeinschaft von Mönchen aus Mont-Saint-Michel in der Normandie ließ sich hier nämlich ebenfalls nieder und die Architektur auf der Insel wurde tatsächlich vom französischen Vorbild inspiriert. Dies war der Ursprung des Namens „Sankt Michael’s Mount“.

Im Jahr 495 n. Chr. soll St. Keyne hier eine Kapelle errichtet haben, aber die eigentliche monastische Siedlung entstand dann im 8ten Jahrhundert.

Die Gemeinschaft der Mönche, die sich niederließen, verehrte den Erzengel Michael und der Berg wurde zu einem wichtigen Wallfahrtsort. Im Laufe der Jahre wechselten die Besitzer der Insel und sie wurde zu verschiedenen Zeiten von Klöstern und Königen kontrolliert.

Im 12. Jahrhundert wurde auf der Insel eine Abtei im normannischen Stil errichtet, die dem Erzengel Michael gewidmet war. Die Abtei diente als Pilgerstätte und wurde im Laufe der Jahrhunderte weiter ausgebaut. Die heutige Burg, die im 14. Jahrhundert hinzugefügt wurde, ist ein beeindruckendes Bauwerk, das auf dem Gipfel der Insel thront.

Die Insel ist bei Ebbe über einen Damm erreichbar, der bei Flut jedoch überspült wird, wodurch sie zu einer echten Insel wird. Dieser natürliche Damm und die Gezeiten machten die Insel zu einem leicht zu verteidigendem Ort.

Während der "Reformation" im 16. Jahrhundert unter Heinrich VIII. musste die Abtei aufgegeben werden, und im Jahr 1659 kaufte Sir John St. Aubyn die Insel.

Sankt Michael’s Mount hat im Laufe der Jahrhunderte viele Veränderungen erlebt, darunter Belagerungen während des Bürgerkriegs im 17. Jahrhundert, aber es hat seine beeindruckende Präsenz und seinen historischen Charme bewahrt.

Die Insel mit Burg hat auch einen gewissen Joachim von Ribbentrop (1893-1946) begeistert. Ribbentrop war von 1936 bis 1938 Botschafter des Deutschen Reichs in London. In diesen Jahren hatte er eine besondere Vorliebe für Cornwall entwickelt und für St Michael’s Mount insbesondere.

Großspurig und arrogant ließ er bei einem seiner Besuche in Cornwall, nicht lange vor Ausbruch des Zweiten Weltkrieges, die Gastgeber wissen, dass er beabsichtige seinen Wohnsitz nach St Michael’s Mount zu verlegen, denn Hitler hätte ihm nach der Eroberung Großbritanniens für seine Loyalität Cornwall versprochen.

Wie wir wissen kam es anders und St Michael’s Mount gehört seit 1954 dem National Trust. Die ehemaligen Eigentümer, die Familie des gegenwärtigen 5. Barons St Levan of St Michael’s Mount, James Piers Southwell St Aubyn, wohnen aber immer noch auf der Insel, zusammen mit dreißig weiteren ständigen Bewohnern.

Die Felsformation mit dazugehörender Burg ist schon sehr imposant, leider aber auch in der Reisehauptsaison total überlaufen. Während der Ebbe kann man sie trockenen Fußes erreichen, sonst nur mit dem Boot.

Der Besuch muss deshalb sehr gut geplant werden. Tickets sollte man unbedingt vorher buchen und nicht vergessen, dass man - je nach Tide - auch den Bootstransfer buchen muss.

Man kann die Insel nur zu Fuß erreichen, wenn Ebbe herrscht, denn es ist eine Gezeiteninsel. Wer zu Fuß hinüber möchte, der muss eben darauf warten, bis sich das Wasser zurückzieht.

Aber dann muss man auch nicht durch das schlammige, matschige Wattenmeer spazieren. Es gibt einen befestigten Weg aus groben Steinpflaster, auf dem man ganz bequem und trockenen Fußes zur Insel gelangt. Bei Flut ist von diesem Weg natürlich nichts zu sehen.

Wir waren stellenweise fassungslos wie unvorbereitet viele Besucher hier aufschlagen und weder ein Ticket besitzen noch die Gezeiten oder Öffnungszeiten im Blick haben.

Viele laufen einfach rüber und werden dann entweder abgewiesen und wenn es ganz Dicke kommt, zusätzlich noch von der schnell ansteigenden Flut überrascht.

Jedes Mal, wenn wir hier vorbei kamen, sahen wir schon von weitem, wie sich Menschen durch das Wasser kämpften. Teilweise nur kniehoch, manchmal aber auch schon hüfthoch. Viele davon hatten noch Kinder dabei. Unfassbar!

Wir starten am Strand, reihen uns in die Menge der Menschen ein, die über den Causeway hinüber läuft. Auf der Insel angekommen, werden wir sofort nach Tickets gefragt und - nachdem das bejaht wurde - einem Mitarbeiter des National Trusts zugewiesen. Dieser scannt unsere Ticket Codes und ebenfalls unsere Mitgliedschaft im National Trust.

So dürfen wir schon an all denen vorbei gehen, die gleich am Tor abgefangen wurden, weil sie vielleicht gar keine Tickets oder erst für ein späteres Zeitfenster Tickets gekauft haben.

Mit unserer National Trusts Karte sparen wir zwar die 26 £ (ca. 30 €) pro Person Eintritt, mussten aber dennoch Tickets für einen Timeslot buchen.

Auf der Insel angekommen sieht man rechter Hand eine Häuserreihe. Eines dieser kleinen Häuser ist an der Seite mit einem schönen Gemälde verziert. Es zeigt diesen englischen Küstenabschnitt inklusive Insel und Segelschiffen in historischer Form.

Bei unserem ersten Besuch halten wir uns linker Hand, am Friedhof vorbei, in Richtung des Gartens. Eine große Wiese empfängt uns, hier kann man ausruhen, spielen, Picknick machen, was die Briten auch mit Begeisterung tun.

An einem Kontrollpunkt werden erneut die Eintrittskarten, dieses Mal für den Garten, geprüft. Erst wissen wir gar nicht, wo denn der Garten sein soll, denn wir sind schon irgendwie am Ende der Insel angekommen und die Burg liegt unmittelbar vor uns – nur eben sehr hoch oben.

Nach wenigen Metern begreifen wir es dann auch: Der Garten ist steil, extrem steil, in den Hang gebaut.

Die Burg überragt die Insel und ist umgeben von tollen Gärten, die sich den steilen Hang hinauf ziehen. Der Walled Garden wurde etwa im Jahr 1780 angelegt.

Wie das mit Felsen nun einmal so ist, nisten sich in ihren Spalten gern unerwünschte Unkräuter ein.

Zum Aufgabenbereich der St Michael’s Mount-Gärtner gehört also auch die Beseitigung von Unkraut an den bis zu sechzig Meter hohen Felswänden.

Wer nicht schwindelfrei ist und unter Höhenangst leidet, sollte sich besser nicht auf diesen Job bewerben.

Unser 2ter Besuch verlief in ähnlicher Reihenfolge ab, nur dass wir nach der Eingangskontrolle rechts herum gehen.

Bevor es jedoch hoch zur Burg geht, muss noch ein weiterer Kontrollposten des National Trusts bewältigt werden.

Hier werden ebenfalls noch einmal die Tickets kontrolliert, dieses Mal auf die Berechtigung zum Zugang zur Burg.

Danach steht dem steilen Aufstieg zur Inselspitze nichts mehr im Wege und so macht sich bereits am frühen Morgen eine Menschen-Karawane auf den Weg in die Höhe.

Oben angekommen ist der Blick in die Ferne, über das Meer, schon ziemlich sensationell.

Anschließend geht es über sehr ausgetretene Treppen, an denen der Zahn der Zeit stark nagt, in das Innere des Castles.

Dort werden die Besucher zu Gruppen von etwa 15 Personen zusammen gefasst, bevor es von Raum zu Raum geht.

In jedem Raum steht ein weiterer Mitarbeiter des National Trusts, der sicherstellt, dass sich alle Besucher regelkonform benehmen.

Auf Fragen, die Interessierte stellen, wird gerne umfassend und kompetent geantwortet.

Fotografieren ist erlaubt, allerdings ist es schon schwierig um die ganzen Menschen drumherum zu knipsen.

Für den reinen Besuch der Burg muss man ungefähr 1 Stunde Zeit veranschlagen. Dazu kommen Aufstieg, Abstieg und natürlich der Weg zu Insel überhaupt.

Wer alles zusammen an einem Tag erkunden möchte, muss mit mindestens 3 Stunden Zeitaufwand rechnen. Kommen noch ein Cream Tea oder gar Afternoon Tea hinzu, wird man mit der Zeitspanne des Niedrigwassers nicht hinkommen und benötigt noch einen Bootstransfer (£ 2,80) zusätzlich.

Alles in Allem lohnt sich alleine schon hier der Touring Pass des National Trusts.

Good Night!

Angie, Micha und Mister Bunnybear (Hasenbär)

[sunskate]

Denis Ten Memorial Challenge 2024, Oct 4-5 Almaty, Kazakhstan

i loved watching this event - so many excellent young teams on the rise - the top 10 here are on average 20.4/ 22.9 yrs old (top 10 teams at 2024 Worlds: 28.6/30.4 yrs old, with Marjo and Anthony the babies at age 23)

Dupayage/Nabais: ohh they were disappointed by their scores in both- he even got up and left the kiss and cry on camera after the FD. placing #2 at Masters over D/LeM maybe gave them different expectations. they had twizzle trouble in the RD and STILL had the Azerbaijani judge putting them 2nd! (France had them 4th) while Armenia and USA had them 11th - there shouldn't be a 14 pt spread between judges looking at the same program 😬 i still find they skate far apart and not enough in hold in the RD, and can look choppy with something unextended about their movement. i'm not sure what the shenanigans in the judging is about

only 5 of 16 teams got level 4 for both in twizzles in the RD

Bekker/Hernandez: their programs are both strong this season - the themes aren't groundbreaking, but they’re thoughtfully made and great vehicles for them. they’re full of charm in the RD, which helps you overlook a little how their knees aren’t as soft or how movements don’t have quite the finish just yet. their relative inexperience is showing in the timing issues they're having - their flip before the ChRS in the RD didn't happen, and they again missed their CPom spin position in the FD - no fall this time, but maybe that position is harder than its ubiquity would say. the Bond program is really musical - that straight line lift is striking and perfectly in character. and the lyrical section is effective and well performed

Flores/Desyatov: this FD is so good, and though i don't get the mix of songs in the RD, there's a lot of detail and a physical freedom to the danciness, especially hers. that sense of being in the moment she has and the physical daring they convey makes them compelling. if they can keep that as they get more refined - this looks more flowing than it did at Lake Placid - it's going to be exciting to watch them grow

omg, Lim/Quan: i like both programs a lot - if or when they become as good at a blade level as their stellar performance ability, world domination lol i have this apprehension that IAM are putting them on a C/B, F/G track with crowd pleasing programs with great tricks (Madi Chock called them tricks yesterday, i was kinda surprised) and not working on their fundamental skating skills enough? L/Q are very good musically, and they have the ability to convey and sustain emotion in a way that sets them apart (and gives them something that CB and FG don't have performance-wise i think). they're doing well regardless. but improving the skating would make them the whole package. it's the skating skills that have them behind the sibling teams, i think. but the level of finish and togetherness in their performing especially for October is something special

Milla Ruud Reitan/ Nikolaj Majorov from Sweden - just amazing for their 2nd season together and 2nd season as dancers, period. they had a ! for their ChRS in the RD but did themselves so proud especially in their Umbrellas FD. they had little hiccups in their timing, and they don't have the finish and unison of the more experienced teams, but they did so well. it was the judging that was ���👀 RD judging was pretty consistent for them. but FD 😬 oof - Azerbaijan had them 6th above Lim/Quan. higher Presentation PCS than Hannah Lim! Canada gave them 109🫥 - they and Armenia put them 6th above Flores/Desyatov. someone pls explain this judging

more later

[beesmygod]

Would you rather be physically intimidating or disarmingly charming

CHR always

[hotlocalflumphsinyourarea]

i never make my own original posts on here but i commissioned @forystr to draw my dnd character and i just love her sm i thought i'd share (i also used her as my tav for my first full playthrough of bg3)

more info under the cut!

this is avalyn! in my current homebrew dnd campaign she's an assassin rogue/archfey warlock multiclass (same in bg3)

Name: Avalyn Michel Race: Wood Elf Age: 132 Pronouns: she/her

STR - 8 DEX - 16 CON - 10 INT - 13 (a stat boost brings it up to 17 in my homebrew campaign) WIS - 12 CHR - 18

she's the daughter of a relatively well-known noble adventurer, who had an affair with an archfey during an excursion into the feywilds

her mom left her on her dad's doorstep on the material plane, figuring that the seelie court was not exactly an appropriate environment for children

while her dad is the eldest and thus the head of the family, he always preferred adventuring and helping others over politics, so he's kinda the charming face while his middle brother does a lot of the actual plotting and scheming

since the political scene in baldur's gate (or the equivalent city in my dm's setting) is pretty intense and corrupt, avalyn's uncle also took it upon himself to train her as an effective spy and politician so she doesn't like. get herself assassinated

her warlock pact is generally the manifestation of her inherited archfey magic (basically she's coded as a sorcerer, but there isn't a fey-flavored sorcerer subclass so she's a warlock)

at some point in young adulthood, she gets married, but her husband is a cheating douchebag so she leaves him (her epiphany moment is finding out she's pregnant and realizing she does NOT want her husband's toxic masculinity to harm their kid)

now she's juggling her roles as a mother AND a politician AND an adventurer, but she's luckily got the support of her wealthy multigenerational household which def helps

she's gonna kiss astarion on the MOUTH

[thegeminisage]

sigh. tng update time. tuesday we did "sarek" and last night i sadly watched "menage a troi" on my own.

sarek: the fact that they mentioned his "son's wedding" once near the beginning and never clarified distracted me for the entire episode until i could google it. and google gave me no answers except to say that he married saavik in some semi-canonical novel. i hate that because saavik was his student (i guess aos had him right after all...) and also because of whatever horrible and weird thing they had going on in search for spock. WHICH BY THE WAY BROKE PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED CANON don't get me started

anyway, aside from that, this episode fucking ruled

i love the concept of vulcan dementia just being vulcan emotionalism. i wonder if it's genetic. i wonder if spock would've gotten it had he lived longer. i kind of wish spock had been the one following sarek around containing his emotions even though i wouldn't wish that fate on him cuz then i would've gotten to see him :(

less thrilled about the new wife. they could have had someone else play amanda if her real actress wasn't available (and she wasn't dead, i checked). if people live for like 150 years in the future there simply wasn't long enough for her to die and for sarek to have gotten remarried, especially if vulcans bond for life (which i guess was implied in some interpretations of amok time but not canonized).

actually, if sarek had once been bonded to someone as spock was to t'pring, how did HE wind up with a human wife...did he get remarried so quickly because of pon farr or does that wind down as vulcans get older...so many questions which will never be answered

anyway, i loved the sudden bursts of anger, it was so fun. uh except for beverly hitting her kid but it wasnt Her so we can move past it. especially thrilled with riker and picard almost getting into it

SAREK CRYING? ok king. i wish we had gotten to see spock cry and not in that deleted tmp scene

i loved picard's nerdery of him also. that makes the mind meld very fun. the rituals are literally intricate. also, "we shall always have the best parts of each other inside of us" i HOPE THATS TRUE FOR SPOCK AND KIRK AND BONES. i read an excerpt from a novel. well. i don't want to talk about it

anyway, picard calling out to spock and amanda...maybe i did well up a little at the mention of spock's name. who can say!!!!!

menage a troi: SSSSSSSSSSSIGH

ok, so i grabbed this one by myself because the summary looked bad and we're trying to finish s3 before chr*stmas fucks up all our social plans. no matter how bad the summary was, the actual episode was WORSE

i have three good things to say about this episode actually. the first was that i like that deanna yelled at her mom again, although this time i know better than to expect it to stick. the second was that i LOOOOVED deanna and riker's little date outfits. extremely charming. and finally i loved when lwaxana handed riker that horrible looking vegetable and he ate it with only mild reluctance. king is literally down to clown.

the rest of this ep was garbage. i know we didn't actually see any sex happen but i feel like they implied pretty heavily that the ferengi fucked her, possibly even multiple times. and like it's funny! ha ha ha look at the crazy situations this eccentric lady gets into! ha ha ha look at her and deanna having to run around naked!

somehow, this was the worst lwaxana episode yet. idk why i actually expected them to do a little better in s3. like, if i was gene roddenberry and they did this to my WIFE on MY SHOW. but you can put even odds on it being his idea or him getting off to it. his horrible little fetish fuel.

cherry on top was lwaxana's self-sacrifice at the end where she stays behind to let deanna escape sex slavery or whatever. which one felt like a classic narcissist parent thing and two wasn't even real - it was an excuse for picard to do badly-acted poetry on the bridge to pretend to be her jealous lover to get them to let her go. and then after all that she goes right back to sexually harassing HIM. because it's funny! ha ha ha!

anyway, it's a shame they had wes's little arc as the b plot of this episode because it was fine and feels important continuity wise, and yet every list on earth will rightfully suggest this episode get skipped because it fucking sucks.

tonight, the last two episodes of season 3 - "transfigurations" and "best of both worlds part i." i already know picard gets BORGED in the finale because i've known that since i was a baby and i am WAITING!!! they fucjing blue balled me in the first borg ep and i am MORE than ready for some brainwashed cyborg action. palette cleanser after lwaxana troi episodes.

[quirrrky]

Wala na in love na ako. So far with Haruka, Suo, Sugishita(? Parang nabubulol ako a. 😅) Not in particular order

I wanna join in sa ask game. Waaaahhhh! Bibi I missed you so much. (>^°^)> Pati yung kilig feeling that I get whenever I join these ask games.

Lights ✨ Camera 📸 Action 🎬

The kisses that take you by surprise. Like you're doing normal stuff then boom kiss. By either one of us. Either on the cheek or soft peck on the lips. Then shock and then blush. The giggles or smiles come and you go for a kiss again.

Friends to lovers 💝

Wind Breaker. I don't know all yet but surprise me. (Yung tatlo na sinabi ko sa taas Chr. Namili pa pagkatapos humingi ng surprise 😭)

And of course. Safe bet ako. 😅 It's been so long since I wrote any fan content 😭

KUROO TETSURO

It's feels weird isn't it? No, not really. You and Kuroo clicked. Like it just happened. You met, liked each other and dated. It's normal. Why wouldn't it be?

Except many of those around you didn't understand how you guys made it look so easy. The answer it wasn't. Arguments, conflicting schedules, wrong timings. It's all there but you both pushed thru because you both wanted to.

It's the first time in a very long time to be together again. Another successful event organized by your love and only. And of course, as playful as your love of your life gets...

You see yourselves on the big screen. Kuroo had that sly but charming smile on his face. You curiously tilt your head trying to figure out what was going on. Ugh. The stress, you really needed to wind down if it was getting to you this much.

You turn to Kuroo to ask what was going on but instead you were greeted with his lips on yours. It's supposed to be wholesome. Okay for kids to see. But the way you melted. It's hard for Kuroo to resist and to be fair he missed you a lot. Everyday. He pulls you closer and kisses you to just take all of your stress and worries away.

you're caught with...

TOGAME JO

I'm sorry but- when the kiss cam was directed to the both of you, he was caught in 4k nuzzling his nose against your cheek. 😭✋ you were both surprised, not expecting for your public display of affection to be broadcasted out of the blue. he just chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, and since you were being cheered on to kiss, he did so with a hand at the side of your neck. His kisses were slow and sensuous, he made you whimper. After all, he'd been wanting to do this all this time.

👄 ask me your kiss cam

[cluelessteam]

Charmed: Chris' Identity is Discovered {~Chapter 9~}

Summary: The Phoenix Clan is after Chris, and the sisters are trying to help. But there are many questions that they need answering. How long can Chris keep his identity a secret? [Before Chris-Crossed]

Characters: Charmed Ones, Bianca, Chris, Leo

Pairing: No Pairing

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak

Word Count: 568

Masterlist

“Come on Piper. We should go.”  Paige called her sister.

“Coming!” Piper called back. Phoebe, Paige and Piper were getting ready to leave to go to the Elders, and to summon Chris. Piper entered the room, and Paige orbed her and her sisters to the heavens.

They appeared in the same room, with the same amount of Elders, if not the exact same ones.

“No sighting of Chris?” Leo asked, as soon as the sisters appeared.

“No. Nothing.” Paige answered.

“Shall we do this? I am eager to get answers.” Piper said, wanting to get started.

“Sure,” Leo said. “Do you have the spell?”

“Yes.”

“We are ready when you are.” Leo responded. The sisters held each other’s hands and began chanting the summoning spell. Not soon after Chris appeared in bright white lights. He was grinning. Why was he smiling?

“Christopher Perry.” An Elder chanted.

“Hmm…is anyone else getting déjá vu?” Chris muttered, sarcasm filling his voice.

“Chris, for the second time, please take this seriously.” Leo said. They may have had their differences in the past, but if Chris struggles, this will be painful, and he doesn’t want to see Chris in pain. Chris rolled his eyes at Leo.

“Let’s just do this. Do you want me to stand over there again?”

“Yes.”

“By the way, you could have warned me about the whole becoming unconscious thing.” He says, while walking to where he stood yesterday. No one responded to his comment.

“Will I be able to see what you see? In my mind, I mean.”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Go for it.” The Elders bowed their heads, Chris fell to the ground. The hologram-like screen appeared once more. The Elders raised their heads to watch the screen, as did the sisters.

A young boy appeared on the screen. He looks around 11 or 12, with brown rugged hair. Presumably Chris’ younger self. His surroundings were the sun room in the manor. He was smiling, except his hands were covering his eyes. He was counting.

“17…18…19…20!” Ready or not, here I come!” Chris yelled.

Leo and the sisters were smiling. Enjoying seeing younger Chris. But then, Chris said a name. Just one name that changed everyone’s smiles.

“Wyatt! Wyatt, where are you!” He called. He was looking around the manor, and as he entered the kitchen, a young boy came into view. He could only be a year older than Chris, 2 years at most. Wyatt.

“Sorry Chris! But to be fair, you didn’t say I couldn’t use magic until I had hidden!” He said, defending himself.

“Yeah, yeah. You say that every time!” He muttered.

“No I don’t. I think you just don’t like losing, because you know I am better at hiding than you.” Wyatt sneered.

“Are not!” Chris replied.

“Prove it.” Wyatt said. Just before Chris was about to disappear, Piper walked in.

“Woah boys, what are you two up to?”

“Playing hide and seek.” Replied Wyatt.

“He was using magic!” Cried Chrs, to Piper. Piper turned towards Wyatt.

“Wyatt, what have I told you about using magic when unnecessary?”

“Not to do it.”

“And yet you have.” Piper retorted.

“Sorry, mom.”

“Thank you for apologizing.” She leaned forward and kissed Wyatt on his head. “Go play.” She said, Wyatt smiled and left the kitchen.

“So Chris, wanna help me bake?”

“Your cookies?” Chris asked, his voice full of hope. Piper grinned.

“Yes.”

“Yes! Thanks, Mom.” 

[ava-core]

when i tell you i’m courier six: may brainrot i am MAY brainrot!! more info on her!! (still not the main post on her…i have an entire google document on her with all her stats, backstory and a journal of her journey as i play the game as her)

in the meantime, here’s an OC chart of her (template provided by @vault81 <3)

yeah, par for the course.

some tidbits on this chart i’d like to explain:

of course i blocked out her real name. call me marjorie, but it adds to her mystique…and the fact that no one in the mojave, too, is none the wiser her real name isn’t May Bells? yeah i’m into that. the only person who has an idea is Boone, and that’s because they’re around each other 24/7—enough for him to notice the dogtag around her own neck that’s visible when she sleeps has strange symbols on it (his 3 INT can’t quite reach the fact that it’s mandarin) and he’s pretty sure they all don’t translate into something as short as May Bells.

may also has this strange flirtation going on with the strong, hot-headed women of the NCR: colonel cassandra moore, whose compliments seem…loaded, and corporal betsy, who never misses the opportunity to flirt unabashedly with may (who can never respond, despite usually being quick to reply with a dry or scathing quip). what can she say? she’s got a type. something about tough-around-the-edges soldiers with baggage to carry…oop.

of course boone doesn’t appreciate that. it’s first recon on first recon beef for this less-than-verbally-charming courier who will pick her nose if she knows there’s a booger in it

on that note: her 3 CHR stat and 28 Speech is so fun for me. i usually play as couriers with silver tongues, and may is, at the end of the day, underneath her combat prowess and big brain…just a nerd. just look at that big, fat 9 INT. she knows her way around terminals, science, how a plasma rifle works and how to jury rig that shit. she’s basically a few training modules away from being a certified trauma surgeon. she literally does math problems in pre-War textbooks to destress. she’s also convincing when she needs to be so long as the conversation involves reason and logic. but when she gets flirted with? nope. this girl will NOT respond with anything else than a silent, burning red face or roll of the eyes, depending on how much she likes you.

this aspect is so funny. really. i’m so used to the smooth talkers that i just up and use the failed speech checks for dialogue because i can see may saying them with her rifle in hand, her trigger finger itchy because where her words fail her bullets don’t. (“i came here…for uh…yeah, fuck it, you’re going to die.”)

her tag skills are medicine, science, and unarmed. this surprises no one.

this girl LOVES her sarcasm. growing up in an environment where you had to be kind, calm, and submissive, the freedom to just be a jack shit asshole with your words was a promising proposition may took without a second thought the moment she was in shady sands.

still, when she doesn’t need to talk, she won’t talk. she prefers the company of books, and later in the story, when she grows closer to boone and the rest, she still retains her fondness for silence—she bonds with others by being silent together.

while she might seem like an average grizzled merc with her mask and the scars and bullets around her body, not to mention her terrifying presence perk, she’s actually quite forgiving. it ties into her natural tendency towards compassion, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it; hell, remember her father, who murdered almost all of his entire family? may remains conflicted about that, and despite his abuse of her and her siblings, there are times where she remembers him fondly and often honors his memory alongside the other deceased members of her family.

it’s her recognition of the complexity of these relationships and how they tie in together that make her more empathetic of the people in the mojave. she knows everyone around her’s got their own burdens; if they’re not doing anything to actively shit on you, why add to that, right?

may spends a lot of her time thinking. she’s always pensive, always wondering, thoughts swirling around in her head, the entire opposite of head empty. may head full. too full. always full.

also, yes, she’s superstitious. somewhat, as i indicate, because she’s not above dismissing some Shi rites she deems irrelevant entirely—but some centered around karma and the value of the soul, she upholds. an example is, again, her effort to respect the dead civilians she encounters in travel. a broc flower here, a silent prayer there. if no repose is to be found in this life, it was the least she could do to at least wish for them to find it in the next one.

MAY BELLS i love you…my nerdy, awkward, sarcastic little courier six…playing fnv as you is the highlight of a very difficult week <//3

also if she was exposed to modern music, she’d probably love my chemical romance, fall out boy, green day and the smashing pumpkins. you can already imagine what kind of person she’d be…that emo-punk eyeliner phase LMFAO

so…one more song for the road, one i know may would have as a favorite.