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[formeryelpers]

Five Below, 6130 Laurel Canyon Blvd Suite 110, North Hollywood, CA 91606

Five Below has grown on me over the years. The merchandise looked cheap and targeted at pre-teens on a budget. That hasn’t changed, but I appreciate the variety. It’s also a great place for electronic accessories, including cute phone grips, cell phone cases, charging accessories, wireless headphones and ear buds, headphones, lighting, etc. It’s better than Daiso for electronic accessories. They also have more greeting cards, clothing, beauty, candy, and toys than Daiso.

Five Below has $5 tees, $1 greeting cards, snacks (especially candy), gift wrap, beauty/cosmetics (e.g., Wet & Wild), socks, slippers, shoes, home décor, rugs, sporting goods, arts and crafts, books, home décor (even cozy blankets and pillows for $5), greeting cards, party supplies, posters, games, DVDs, etc.

I didn’t see anything over $25. The mirrors and boba mini fridges were $25.

I noticed they had things that were over $5 but most things seemed to be $5. I’m amazed by $5 shoes, hats, and shirts.

The interior reminds me of a giant Claire’s.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[apollogrip]

How Can You Decorate a Wedding Banquet with Cheap Supplies to make it Unique?

Choosing wholesale discount wedding supplies Auckland for a party seems like a never-ending task. The right decor will carry out your wedding theme and enhance your wedding venue. With lots of wedding decors available online, it is tough to decide on one. If you don't know how to get started, we are here to help you. 

Before you start buying or renting wedding decors, it is wise to consult your contract to find out things that you can supply on your own. For instance, museums and historical wedding venues don't allow you to alter the fixtures. 

Start by taking a style survey that helps you identify the perfect theme for your event. Once you choose the theme, scroll down to find the decorations for yourself. It will help you move with your event planning. Whether you are looking for seating arrangements for DIY lighting hacks, we get the work done for you. 

All it needs you to do is get it sorted with your vendors and bring your festival vision to life. 

It is easy to create a romantic ambiance with string lights hanging from the ceiling of your wedding banquet. If you plan an outdoor wedding event, weave light through the branches of trees to create a casual vibe. According to research, creative lighting is one of the best wedding decor ideas in 2021.  

Street light creates a casual vibe 

Invest in a set of hardware from party supplies Auckland to make the DIY project successful. String lights and votive candles create a visual aesthetic that transforms your space in an instant. 

Lighting is the basis that will transform your wedding venue at a glance. It is one of the best Party decor ideas. No denying that it is one of our favorite party supplies in Auckland. 

Simplify the dining spaces 

When it comes to wedding decor ideas, less sounds more. The table centerpiece is an important part of the event. But, it can be overwhelming if it doesn't align with the spatial proportion. Guests like to mingle at their dining places, so towering it might look distracting or unappealing. A simple party tableware wholesale suit will work. 

With a plain lounge area, you can give your guest plenty of space to rest. Some rental firms in Auckland will offer lounge chairs, couches, and chaises that are easily obtainable in a place. 

Create a resting space with a lounge furniture

Consider your lounge area as an extension of your wedding theme. Search for assets that match your color palette that makes it look professional. upgrade the resting space with resting pillows, printed cushions, and textured pouf. It looks presentable and gives the welcome note to the guest. As mentioned earlier, you can match your wedding color palette with party supplies Auckland. 

Biodegradable Lantern creates a flimsy look 

Do you want to make your wedding event look like a fairytale? 

You can hang eco-friendly biodegradable lanterns throughout the banquet. Like candles and street lights, reusable lanterns will create an inviting and soft tone. When you put in the effort, you can make it look like a still from the movie. Dreamy light fixtures will cost you less. 

Make it memorable with a wedding cake

A wedding cake is more than a dessert. By 2021, couples started decorating cakes with hand-painted accents. Work with firms producing party supplies Auckland to make it double as event decor. 

Instead of spending extra on Centerpieces, you can rent glassware from stores presenting wholesale discount wedding supplies Auckland. 

Are you looking for inspiration to turn your wedding event into an exciting memory? Contact us for more pocket-friendly ideas. 

[toyworldinc]

Party Supplies Wholesale

Toyworld serves all your party supplies needs by offering an extensive collection of products wholesale. Be it for a small gathering or a large-scale event, Toyworld aims to provide the most current products at competitive bulk prices. Explore our diverse range of party supplies wholesale collection.

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You maybe thinking Tumblr is an odd place to find advertising for party goods, or maybe you don't find that odd. Either way, if you prefer to follow us on other social media we are on:

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Again, who we are?

We owned an actual warehouse/store front/online website from 2001-2012. When we closed the doors on the store we had lots of inventory left that has just been sitting around in a semi trailer as well as a couple storage units.

We are finally really working on getting rid of the party goods, but do want to make a little bit of money with it. So shoot us a message and let's see what kind of deals we can make. We are open to bartering as well, if you would like to barter other items.

We are going to start tossing, burning or using ourselves products that just don't seem to want to move, so what do you have to loose? Give us a follow, watch for deals & steals with rock bottom prices before we throw it out.

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⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆DEALER, written by cup1dluvhs

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ your dealer has an unusual soft spot for you, and after you meet him at your usual spot things end up going south.

| warnings: making out, tension, flirting, slight dirty talk, kind of smut

| taking requests!

you still remember the first time you met hamzah. your friend had introduced you to him at a party, subtly implying that he was the distributor behind all of the weed he owns, and any other substances it wasn’t easy to get ahold of.

hamzah was charming, sweet, and nothing like what you’d expect from a dealer. he sold only to a select amount of people, and kept the business he had almost completely undercover. when you had asked for drugs for the first time however, he agreed in a heartbeat to add you to that list.

that was seven months ago, and ever since then you’d meet him in his car in the parking lot of your apartment building for your monthly supply.

you weren’t going to lie and say that you weren’t totally head over heels for him, because it was almost impossible not to fall for him. he had the kindest smile and dark eyes, as well as dark curly hair which fell over his forehead in perfect coils.

not to mention he would be especially flirty with you the minute you would step into his car. he’d throw casual compliments at you, and always leave something extra for you in the plastic bag he gave you filled with weed. he would also give you very generous discounts on everything you bought, and sometimes you’d even hang around a little longer than necessary to converse with him because he was so easy to talk to.

you were currently exiting your apartment building, a slight skip in your step as your heart began to quicken pace. nothing had ever happened between you and hamzah, and you weren’t sure if he was like this with every girl he gave drugs to. regardless, you always found yourself slightly giddy whenever he texted you to let you know he was outside.

you were wearing a brandy melville pyjama top, with little hearts scattered here and there around the fabric. it showed some cleavage, but that was unplanned. you wore baggy, fluffy pyjama bottoms on your lower half, silently thanking yourself for at least keeping your legs warm as the cool night breeze hit your shoulders.

you had stepped outside of the building, turning a few corners until you eventually found yourself in the parking lot, and walking toward his car.

when you approached him, you reached for the handle and casually slipped inside, the warmth hitting your shoulders like a hug.

‘hi, sweetheart. i have your shit right here, one sec.’ he said, the words slipping out of his mouth oh so casually. that was another thing you had forgotten to mention.

the nicknames.

hamzah would always call you sweetheart, or princess, because the first time you had asked him for weed he had absolutely not expected it from you. you looked way too soft and innocent, with your big round eyes and freckles. and thus, sweetheart was born. and it drove you crazy every-time.

‘here. there’s a pill in there as well, but don’t take it outside anywhere and unless your ready to completely lose yourself for two hours.’ he said, chuckling as he handed you the little plastic bag, a smile on your face.

‘thanks, hamzah. you don’t have to keep putting extra stuff in there, though. i’m only paying you for the weed.’ you said, turning to him with a slight blush on your cheeks, his brown eyes meeting yours as he bit his bottom lip.

‘that’s all good, don’t worry about it. anything for my favourite customer.’ he said, a laugh falling from your lips before you reached for your phone, having previously put the cash into the back of your phone case.

you paused suddenly after seeing it, now noticing that the money wasn’t where you had left it.

‘is everything okay, y/n?’ hamzah asked, leaning back in his car seat and crossing his arms over his chest, observing your confused expression.

‘i think i left the money in my apartment, can i grab it for you really quick?’ you said, reaching for the door handle before you found a little gasp leaving your mouth. hamzah had put his hand on your thigh, his grip strong enough to stop you from moving.

‘don’t do that, it’s okay.’ he said, watching you with a stupid smile on his face as your eyes remained glued to his hand, your face going blood red at the contact.

‘how am i supposed to pay you?’ you questioned innocently, your head turning to look at him slowly as you swallowed.

‘i have a different way you could do that for me, sweetheart.’ he mumbled, his thumb beginning to circle the skin of your inner thigh slowly, a little noise coming from your lips as he did so.

‘what’s that?’ you said, your voice barely a whisper as his eyes remained glued to the side of your head, your mind only focusing on how nervous he was making you feel in the moment.

‘come here.’ he said, causing your attention to divert back to him quickly, your eyes widening when you saw how he so obviously gestured toward his lap. you swallowed, clenching your thighs together as you bit your lip.

without a second to spare, you slowly crawled out of your seat over to him, trying your best to be as graceful as you possibly could. it was safe to say your heart was beating out of your chest by the time you had both legs positioned either side of him, you face hovering in front of his as your eyes glared into his, the tension practically drowning you.

‘your so pretty, baby. i’ve thought about you like this for months.’ he whispered, his head falling against your neck as you bit your lip to conceal any sounds that might come out of you as his lips met your skin.

he was rough, his mouth passionate and wet against your neck as his tongue glided over your skin, a small whimper coming from your mouth in the process. his hands gripped your waist tightly, beginning to guide your movements slowly. he pushed your hips back and forth, rocking you against him as you arched your back.

‘that feel good? you like that?’ he whispered, leaving your head falling back slightly, trying to give him easier access. you nodded frantically, and a few chuckles slipped from his mouth.

his lips made their way up, this time placing slow, gentle kisses on your skin as your hands tied around his neck, your head dipping slightly as he kissed along your jaw, getting closer and closer to your lips.

you hips began to grind faster against him, a few grunts slipping from his mouth as you sped up.

‘yeah— fuck, just like that.’ he mumbled, taking a break from kissing you to lean back against his chair, relishing the sight of you on top of him losing yourself, moans slipping from your mouth as you began grinding harder and harder.

without a second to spare, he leaned forward and pulled your hips closer to him, your lips meeting quickly. it was the first time you had kissed him, and it felt amazing. your lips moulded together, his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, his hands continuing to guide your movements as you slowly began bouncing against him.

the friction felt so good, and the feeling of being so close to him was overpowering.

‘take these off now.’ he hissed, watching you as you attempted to take of your pyjama bottoms while still on top of him. you eventually got them off, and when you returned to to grinding against him this time in your underwear, you couldn’t help the loud moan you let out.

your clit brushed against the fabric of his jeans, the friction leaving you leaning your head back, a cocky smile on hamzah’s face as you tried your best to keep your eyes open.

‘god, your so fucking hot, aren’t you? hm?’ he mumbled, beginning to pant slightly as he pushed your hips down further onto his prominent bulge. you already felt a knot begin to form in your lower stomach.

‘oh, fuck.’ you whimpered, your head falling against his shoulder as his hand began running up and down your back, a grunt that matched your own noise of pleasure leaving his mouth.

‘all for me, yeah? your mine, aren’t you?’ he whispered, and you could already feel your release coming closer and closer.

‘hamzah— im g-gonna.’ you desperately tried to get out, abruptly stopping your sentence. he instantly got the hint, he pushed his hips further into you, bouncing you faster on him, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

‘that’s it, sweetheart. cum for me, baby.’ he said, his words instantly leaving you releasing all over him, loud moans coming from your mouth as you continued grinding against him through your ecstasy.

hamzah was close too, his hands feeling all over your body as you felt his movements grow sloppier, and his breathing pattern grow more and more uneven. eventually, a loud groan erupted from his mouth and a wet patch instantly began to form on his jeans.

you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder as you chuckled softly, your hand tangling in his hair.

‘just so you know, this is how your paying from now on, got it?’ he said, watching you as you nodded your head in agreement with his statement, your hands snatching your pyjama bottoms off the floor before slipping them back on quickly.

you sat slumped in his car in silence for a few minutes, your body still coming back to life. when you finally began to gather your phone and weed, you heard him clear his throat.

‘come to my apartment tomorrow, yeah? i’ll make it worth your time.’ he said, a smirk on his face as he watched you nod, your hand opening his car door, your body stepping outside into the cold as you shut the door behind you.

well, if you weren’t truly head over heels before, you were now.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

what do you think the third years would be like 10 years from now?

What comes after Ever After?

You’re looking at the new buff baker that helps man the Clover Patisserie. He’s beloved by the local housewives and school girls— His parents are getting up there in age, so Trey has taken up a bulk of the responsibilities: ordering supplies, prepping ingredients, baking, stocking, and customer service.

After hours, Trey experiments with new recipes and leftover ingredients. Sometimes he comes up with some truly awful inventions, but other times they end up working out really well. Who knew that adding oyster sauce would enhance the flavor of this bread? He calls these the “Clover Specials, Piping Hot and Fresh Off the Trey” (yes, that was a pun).

He tries to make the bakery more whimsical for the customers. Little seasonal decorations, cute little doodles on the placards that indicate what each item is, a sign that reminds folks to brush well after eating sweets, etc. (Trey claims he doesn't really care for little flourishes like this; it might just be the nostalgia of the unbirthday party days getting to him.)

If there are things that haven’t sold at the end of the day, he’ll offer them for a discount in a blind box style. You’ll never know what you’ll pull, but it’s always delicious, if not a little stale or slightly lumpy looking. Waste not, what not!

Every so often, he has nights out with his childhood friends Chenya and Riddle. Trey's responsible for bringing the snacks (he uses his friends as a test audience for his experiments), and the three spend that time drinking, sharing stories, and catching up on each others' lives.

Cater’s a social media manager and agent for various influencers. His career allows him to basically work from anywhere (which is convenient because he travels to various promotional events) and to be on his phone 24/7, monitoring stats, attending strategy meetings, and coordinating with PR teams.

Keeps up with the latest trends! He's not one of those "how do you do, fellow kids?" types though. Cater is genuinely on top of what's cool--so much so that he's sometimes contacted as a style consultant. It feels like he's got his hands in many facets of the entertainment industry.

He regularly sees a therapist (although he doesn't let any of his friends or family know) to talk through his insecurities and other darker thoughts. It's really been helping him sort out these complex emotions he's been sitting and stewing in for the longest time. He's hoping that, someday, he can reach the point where he can open up to everyone about this other side of himself.

Every now and again, the thought to text an old NRC classmate strikes him--but something keeps Cater back. Doubt, apprehension. The worst that can happen is being left on read, but to Cater the consequences feel so much worse than that. It's a huge relief to him when he gets a text out of the blue from Trey one day--an excuse to text back, to make that connection. Though it's still difficult for Cater to gather the courage to initiate another conversation, this is still a foot in the door for him, the potential start of something new.

Cater still has the Magicam accounts of his school mates. He'll sort of like... cyberstalk their pages just to keep up with their lives, to feel a sense of closeness with the people he failed to reach out to during his NRC days. When he stops to reflect on it, he really regrets his inaction--and, on some nights, he scrolls and scrolls until the dread and the loneliness lulls him into a comfortable, dreamless sleep.

It took a lot of resistance and arguing, but--much to the delight of Kifaji and his family members--Leona has (begrudgingly) taken on the role of a royal advisor to support Sunset Savanna. There were of course some growing pains, especially with Leona's callous and arrogant attitude clashing with those of the other (older, much more conservative) advisors--but for the most part, it's been a net positive.

His focus is on improving infrastructure while also conserving as much of the environment as they can. The knowledge and experience he has gained from his 4th year internship comes in handy here, and thankfully they've been able to take small but steady steps to modernize the country.

In addition to improving infrastructure, Leona has made efforts to strengthen the Sunset Savanna's soft power. He has established new schools and food banks, particularly in impoverished areas, and started magift/spelldrive teams. This has made him popular with certain groups, such as the hyena beastmen and children.

Leona loathes putting on airs, but it's a necessity when facing the public so he manages. Unfortunately, he's still in the habit of skipping meetings and ceremonies he deems unnecessary or a waste of his time, which earns him pockets of ire. He usually just shoots back with, "Yeah? So what? I'm still gettin' results, ain't I?"

Political demands? Not a problem for him. But family? That's the real pain in his tail. Cheka, now an energetic 15-year old, has not let up on bothering him one bit. Then there's also the affectionate Falena, who is trying to desperately reconnect with his estranged brother. Leona just tosses out the excuse of "being busy" to dodge the both of them.

Vil continues to be an A-list celebrity and triple threat--actor, model, and influencer. He has racked up several more leading roles since his school days, including non-traditional bad guys. Vil has been an anti-villain and sympathetic villain.

Having aged like fine wine, he was able to play the character of a father too, just like how he dreamed of as a third-year student. When Vil got the call about the role, he excitedly told his own dad about it, who was so ecstatic and joked that Vil "takes after his old man". They went out for a little father-son bonding time to celebrate, dining at a high-class establishment and having a toast to Vil's future.

It was a Big Deal when Vil was offered his first-ever hero role. Social media and news outlets were popping off about it, and Vil himself was so excited he actually squealed. To this day he still considers it a turning point in his career and one of the most fun characters he ever played. Since then, he's been getting much more diverse roles, which has really opened up the door for him to expand his skills.

Vil is also a business owner now, having several brands under him. A skincare brand, a clothing brand, a makeup brand… Despite them being celebrity owned, the products are actually high quality (Vil won’t sign his name off on subpar products) and very popular, particularly whenever his face is plastered on the marketing campaigns.

These days, he allows himself to be a little less guarded with his front-facing persona. Vil still comes off as cool and regal, but notably laughs more, smiles more, even giggles more. He has a bit of a youthful sparkle to him and talks openly about his own struggles, fears, hopes, and dreams. Fans praise him for being so much more "relatable" and honest.

Rook claims that he is a globe-trotting archeologist now, but you get the feeling that he’s not telling the full truth. What kind of archeologist carries around a belt of weirdly invasive tools on it? Are those teeny-tiny listening devices? And why is his camera (which he says is strictly for his photography hobby) loaded with shots of suspicious characters taken from a distance?

He shares all kinds of crazy stories, like about the time he swung from a vine with a family of gorillas or how he discovered a lever that revealed a roller coaster to a secret underground laboratory. “Um, are those the kinds of things an archaeologist does…?” you ask him. Rook just smiles and laughs, but doesn’t provide a clear answer.

His stealth and marksman skills have developed to a scary degree. You sometimes forget that Rook is even standing beside you, and you've witnessed him kill bugs with frightening precision with nothing more than his gloved fingers. He brushes it off as abilities he sharpened "on the job".

... In any case, whatever Rook's actual occupation is, it requires a lot of travel. He lavishes his friends with souvenirs and post cards of the loveliest sights, then babbles on and on about local attractions, culture, art, and charming hole-in-the-wall destinations. It seems like he has accumulated a lot of knowledge about Twisted Wonderland in the 10 years since you've last seen him, and he's all too eager to blab about it all.

He's become an artist, although he operates under a pen name. You'll find paintings, sculptures, or collages he has assembled in various small exhibitions, and poetry he has penned where you least expect it. Rook puts his talent out in hopes of beautifying the world.

Idia has succeeded his father as the Director of S.T.Y.X. There’s a lot riding on his shoulders, but the pressure surprisingly never really gets to him. He’s cooler, more methodical now—almost as though he were a machine himself, set so clearly on his task that he won’t budge until it is completed first. (He worries that he has become just like his downer dad 💀)

Sometimes he spirals and his nerves get the best of him. In those cases, he has to resort to the text to speech device he invented back at NRC to get through his meetings. The staff at S.T.Y.X. get used to it and are largely alright with it.

He has the habit of snacking on the job. There's chip crumbs and gummy worms scattered on his desk, which is already messy enough with important documents. (He complains that this should all be digitalized anyway!) Idia keeps even more snacks in his pockets, munching on them whenever he’s annoyed or needs to give himself something to do.

The dark circles under his eyes get way worse. With work eating up so much of his day, Idia has less free time to games and other hobbies. That just means he ends up staying up super late into the night to catch up on his dailies and to grind out events, read manga, watch anime, etc. (“Sleep is for the weak!” he insists.) It’s a miracle he can still get up in the mornings to clock in for his next shift!

Shockingly, Idia takes breaks to go outside and touch grass soak up some (artificial) sunshine. He has learned from past experience that being locked up indoors all the time isn't exactly healthy. That, and his Chief of Cybersecurity (Ortho) pesters him to put himself out there more! Sometimes Idia even awkwardly tries to converse with his coworkers around the water cooler, though that's never quite as relaxing as him just chilling by himself in some quiet corner of the Island of Woe.

Make way for the reigning king of Briar Valley! Maleficia has finally retired, passing on her title to her grandson Malleus. There was a coronation ceremony (now recognized as the holiday or Ascension in Briar Valley), which you were of course invited to as a guest. You had a seat up front and were one of the first to congratulate him right after he was officially crowned.

As a relatively young king, Malleus isn’t the perfect ruler right away. Learning about ruling is nothing close to actually ruling. He stumbles and has to adjust to the role and, most of all, he has to balance the conservative values of his country and his people with the ever-changing lands beyond his home. Not an easy task, especially when he has only just gotten used to the concept of change himself—but with the support of his like-minded retainers, Malleus knows he isn’t alone in his endeavors for a brighter tomorrow.

His power also poses another challenge. Malleus is so used to solving his issues by casting a spell or terrifying his opposition into backing down. He’s no longer in a position to do such things or to let his emotions run wild, lest he risk tearing apart his own court and driving a wedge between the valley and other countries. A leash on his temper, a regal demeanor—this is how a mature adult presents himself. The anger only truly comes out when his people are in danger or he is deeply insulted.

His top priority once he is in power is restoring the bonds that were put in jeopardy on account of his… “oopsie” in his third year at NRC. There’s still lingering distrust between him and other nations due to that incident, so Malleus makes it clear that he’s apologetic and willing to come to the table for discussion, should other countries wish. His schedule is jam-packed with meetings with foreign dignitaries.

Massive and sweeping reform is not happening—not anytime soon. No opening of the borders, no sudden introduction of new technology. There would be massive outcry and resistance from the public + senators, not to mention that Malleus himself isn’t entirely comfortable yet with the concept. However, he has put together incremental proposals and tries convince others of the benefits, implanting the seeds in the minds of the people. He’s also supportive of initiatives which promote learning and cultural exchange, such as the import of reading materials from overseas (Sebek’s idea) and has even appointed Silver as Briar Valley’s very first human ambassador.

Lilia has comfortably retired to the Land of Crimson Long. He lives in a little hut far removed from civilization, but he ventures out into the town to pick up the essentials and to play board games with the local retirees. For the most part, it’s just Lilia and the wilderness! ... Which has led to rumors of a monster haunting the forest. This, Lilia entertains in by dropping down from the trees and frightening any hooligans who come close to his territory.

Though his magical abilities have been in decline, he does his best to stay active and in shape! Lilia once snuck into a nearby military camp, disguising himself as one of the new recruits, and partook in their training with them! He even stopped to lend extra help to the recruits who seemed to be struggling the most--though he still came first place in all of their exercises and holds the record time for climbing to the top of a pole to retrieve the arrow there.

He delights in partaking in the local customs and cuisine. Lilia loves to travel to shrines and admire the temples built to honor ancestors. He lights up some incense and joins others in prayer, knowing that he, too, will one day be among the dead. Best to pay respects now! Lilia has also taken to several cups of tea (as recommended by his doctor) with his meals, and has rice porridge with sunnyside egg eyes and bacon smiles whenever he needs something comforting.

Lilia of course keeps in touch with his loved ones! He's still gaming with his online companion Gloomurai and texts his Diasomnia boys all the time. Lilia also sends cards for special occasions, putting much love and care into his notes and the pictures + souvenirs he attaches to them.

His whole face lights up when his friends are able to make the time to pay him a visit. Lilia makes a big show of it, insisting to arrange a big feast or to play a tune for them—oh, and how about a fireworks show?! But his guests just tell him to sit down and take it easy while they take care of everything for him. It’s his turn to be doted on!

[mellowsadistic]

Birthday Party - Part 3

One Year Later

Sarah’s soaking wet diaper squelched between her thighs as she toddled into the kitchen where her aunt was making breakfast.

“Good morning, baby girl,” Helen cooed at her twenty-one-year-old niece, reaching out to cup a hand to the front of Sarah’s nappy through her baby duck patterned onesie. “What a soggy girl! But I don’t smell any poo-poos just yet. Go take a seat, little one. Auntie will have your num-nums ready in just a second.”

Sarah blushed furiously, but even though much of the hypnotist’s conditioning had been undone and control of her body had been returned, her resistance had long since disappeared. She clambered obediently into to her highchair, her breasts wobbling freely in her loose onesie, and sat down on her pissy diapered bottom, wrinkling her nose in disgust as her bum pressed heavily against the sodden padding.

A few moments later, the microwave tinged, and her aunt took out an enormous bottle of warm milk and plonked it down in front of her. Sarah looked at it with distaste. It was breastmilk, she knew. One of Helen’s friends was producing too much of it for her own baby to take, but she was more than happy to deliver a regular supply of bottles to Helen’s house to make sure it didn’t go to waste.

Fighting her revulsion, Sarah took the bottle with both hands and lifted the rubber nipple to her lips. Her mouth latched on instinctively and she began to suckle, feeling the warm, creamy breastmilk squirt across her tongue and flow down her throat. She sucked quickly, but the bottle seemed endless – even after fifteen minutes, she was barely halfway through the enormous thing, and she already felt full to bursting!

Sarah let out a feeble whimper as she thought about her once-tight, sexy tummy. Her mother and aunt were careful not to make her gain too much weight, but her formerly trim stomach was gone. Her belly had a cute layer of what Helen called her ‘baby fat’, perfect for tickles and tummy raspberries. Even her face had a slightly rounder, ‘cuter’ look to it. But Sarah knew better than to throw a fit over her baba. Her aunt was quick with a spanking, and looming over everything was the threat of being reduced back to being a helpless prisoner inside a baby-brained body.

After a few more minutes of mindless suckling, Penny joined Sarah at the table, flashing her babified older cousin a bright smile before tucking into a bowl of cereal with milk.

Sarah couldn’t help but notice how her little cousin’s table manners had improved. It wasn’t long ago that she’d ended every breakfast with soggy cornflakes and milk on her chin, but now she didn’t spill a drop. Straight away, Sarah felt something clunk into place inside her head. She let out a quiet little moan around her bottle, but there was nothing she could do – not all of the hypnosis had been removed, and when a compulsion hit her, she was powerless to stop it. Penny had done something mature, and that meant Sarah had to do something immature.

Immediately, she popped the bottle out of her mouth, blew a spit bubble, and dribbled breastmilk down her chin. She could feel it soaking into the collar of her onesie. Messy girl, a voice echoed in her head. Mucky tot. Dribbly, soggy, wet little baby. Penny giggled at her, and Sarah shoved her bottle back into her mouth to resume her sucking, her face as red as a tomato. No matter how much time passed, it never got less humiliating. She was a grown woman for goodness sake! She didn’t deserve this! Just because she’d been a little rude one time, it wasn’t fair to turn her into some kind of overgrown baby! She’d been taken out of university of course, and there was no chance of going back – her auntie said that if she was lucky, maybe one day she’d be allowed to grow up a little bit more and get a job pushing shopping trolleys at the local discount supermarket. But that was it. No more ambitions. No more dreams. Just minimum wage, and well-used nappies hanging off her hips.

Tears started welling up in Sarah’s eyes, but before a tantrum could really get started, she was distracted by another feeling. There was a sudden fullness in her bottom. Her bladder control was totally gone, and Sarah found herself helplessly dribbling pee-pee into her diapers on a near constant basis, but even after months as little more than an adult-sized toddler, she still had at least some control over her bowels.

With a hiss of air, she finished her bottle. Feeling almost nauseous at the amount of breastmilk now sloshing about in her tummy, Sarah gently lowered herself out of her highchair, clenching her bottom tightly.

“Um… Auntie…” she said, waddling up to Helen and putting on her best pleading look, “I really need to go poo-poo. Do you think maybe I could use the potty?”

“Sarah,” Helen said sternly, turning to look at her niece, “you know the rules. You get to have control over your body again, but you are not an adult anymore. Your mother convinced me not to make you act like a total baby all the time, but when it comes to your potty training, I’m putting my foot down. You will never use a toilet again, young lady. You wear nappies now, and nappies are for pooping in. Now squat down and make a messy in your pants right this instant, or I’ll call the hypnotist and have you cooing and gurgling in your crib by tomorrow!”

Her lower lib trembling pathetically, Sarah fell into a squat, all traces of the formerly proud, snarky young woman gone for good. With a loud fart, she started pooping her diaper. She could sense the smiles of her aunt and cousin above her as she grunted and strained to make yuck-yuck in her pants right in front of them. As the heavy, disgusting load dropped into the back of her nappy, Sarah burst into tears.

“That’s a good girl,” Helen cooed, her face alive with malicious delight, savouring the sight of her niece packing her adult Pampers like the ridiculous baby-woman she’d been turned into. “Get it all out. Right in your pants like a silly little baby.”

Sarah’s vision was blurred by her tears, but she felt her aunt take hold of her hand once she’d finished pooping. Helen led her into the living room and positioned her in front of the television, where some inane children’s program was showing.

“Be a good girl and watch your kiddie shows, Sarah,” said Helen, smirking. “I need to take your older cousin to kindergarten now, so I want you to stay right here. I’ll change your diaper when I get back.”

Sarah only sobbed.

“And your baby monitor will be recording,” Helen went on. Sarah felt her stomach plummet. “I’ll be reviewing the footage later,” her aunt continued warningly, “and if I don’t see a happy big baby girl dancing along to her silly programs, you’ll be getting a very nasty spanking when I get back. Is that clear, little miss?”

“Yes, auntie Helen,” Sarah whimpered, as the embarrassing, babyish music began to play. Helen and her daughter turned to leave, and Sarah started to dance. This was her life now, and she had no choice but to get used to it.

The End

[bellysoupset]

I'm going to ask again since we haven't seen sick Leo in a while. How about, he and Jonah are at some sort of wedding vendor convention/show for engaged couples (these really do exist in the US), and all the caterers have samples for people to taste and they're having a great time until Leo realizes one of the cakes they tasted came from the bakery that supplied his work birthday cake that made him and Jon so sick. So then he's freaking out/whiny/being adorably Leo that he's absolutely going to get sick and Jonah's a fucking doctor and can't he do something (I'm thinking Leo going way overdramatic and asking for his stomach to be pumped or something) and Jonah keeps rolling his eyes and telling him that he's fine.

And then later Leo does start feeling sick but at first Jonah doesn't believe him but then he pukes and he's like "I told you so" but Jonah doesn't so it turns out either than he got food poisoning from one of the appetizers he sampled that Jon didn't (like, it had an ingredient he didn't like or Leo just at a fuckton of them and Jonah only had a bite), or else he got the Vince/Lucas plague somehow.

Is that detailed enough lol? I just want Leo and Jon cute bitching at each other please. And then Jon caretaking when he realize that yes, Leo is actually unwell.

But hey, no pressure.

No pressure lmao. I tried to type this one as fast as I could, so maybe it can get a part 2? Not sure!

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"I won't preteeend, that I won't miss thiiiis," Leo squealed, hand in hand with Jon and all but skipping, "But Portland, Maine, I don't know where that iiiis."

Jonah let out a snort as his fiancé sang the chorus again, "do you only know this part of the song?" he grinned and Leo waved him off.

"And you can go ahead and hate me, that's just fine," he sang smugly, "It doesn't matter either way, I'm right. Portland, Maiiiine-"

Jonah rolled his eyes as the off-key singing continued, pulling Leo closer by their clasped hands and shutting him up with a kiss, "you're silly."

"Yeah, but you love me," the blonde chuckled, kissing him back and then moving so he could press a kiss to Jonah's shoulder, keeping them closer as they continued to walk through the conference center in Portland.

They had gotten to the town at 8 AM, but regardless of the early hour, the event was packed. Each vendor had its own stand and they were organized in several rows, by different categories.

Jonah wasn't particularly thrilled, he felt that this was the type of place couples went to get discounted prices and he had no desire to bargain on his wedding, he wanted the best, no matter the cost. Nevertheless, Leo was beaming. He loved any type of sales, but most importantly, he clearly loved being involved in the planning.

It was 10:30 AM by now and Jon's stomach was starting to rumble with hunger. Leo clearly probably didn't share this feeling, since he had been trying every single food sample that the many stands kept offering him.

"Okay, so we're set on the black invitations?" Jonah reached for the iPad in his bag, looking at the itemized list Wendy had helped him put together. She was an amazing party organizer and he the harder part of asking for her help on anything was to get her to stop.

"Only if you agree on the different lining," Leo rested his chin on Jon's shoulder, "I really liked the one that was a photoshoot."

"I thought those were pretty as well," Jonah turned his head just in time to plant a kiss on the tip of Leo's nose, causing his boyfriend to scrunch it adorably, "this means we need to find two different photographers, one for the wedding, one for the photoshoot-"

"Could be the same one," Leo shrugged, tugging him towards a table, "oh try this-" he said, eyeing the fancy chocolate truffles. Jonah eye rolled at him.

"No, it's going to spoil my appetite," he scoffed, going through their list, "I wanna get a look at the venue representatives here-"

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Two hours later and Jonah was feeling extremely proud of himself. He had connected with several vendors and booked two different venue tours, besides they had matched well with several photographers and stylists-

His stomach let out a grumble, loud enough that Leo heard and raised his eyebrows, even in the crowded space, "that was your tummy?"

Jonah's cheeks burned and he looked away, crossing his arms, "I'm starving-"

"The cafeteria closed thirty minutes ago," Leo sighed, already pulling out his phone to search for a restaurant. Jonah shifted, he was really hungry, he had been so focused on the task at hand that he hadn't really thought about eating.

"Here," Jon stepped forward and grabbed some shrimp canapes from one of the stands, taking their card as well, although that was just for show, "have some-" his cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of it all, but there was no other immediate option and his insides were hurting.

Jonah ate his two canapes and Leo took one, munching on it without looking up from his phone, "alright, there's a restaurant about thirty minutes away from here on foot," he said, licking his thumb, "doesn't seem fancy, but if you're really hungry-"

"I'm starving," Jonah nodded, tagging along with him, "I was dumb."

Leo snorted at that, rolling his eyes as he ate his second shrimp canape, "nothing new ther- What's that?"

"What?" Jonah glanced down at his body, since Leo was glaring at him, "what is it?"

"In your hand?"

"Oh, just the card of the shrimp canapes. They're really good, by the way, though I might just be starv-" Jonah's voice faded as Leo snatched the card from his hand and then let out a loud groan.

"JON!" He whined, loud enough that some people looked their way, "Jon, that's Culinary Chic's card!"

He simply blinked at his boyfriend, confused, "should I know them...?"

"YES! These are the pricks who poisoned us on my birthday! The ones who did the cupcakes!" Leo's face paled and he let out a queasy groan, "oh my god, I'm gonna be sick."

Jonah rolled his eyes at his histrionics, "you had two little canapes, baby. Besides, it's not a very original name, it's probably a different cate-"

"Nope," Leo whined, continuing to walk, hunched over as if his stomach was hurting even though Jon was fairly sure it was down right impossible for him to be feeling sick 30 seconds after swallowing his food, "I'd know their logo anywhere, the office sued them- See! It says on the back that they're from Welton!"

Jonah cringed, "well, that's not ideal," he agreed, "but I feel fine. I'm sure you're just being dramatic-"

"Can you get it out of me?" Leo asked, just as they stepped outside the conference center. It was windy outside and Jonah shivered, while his fiancé collapsed dramatically on one of the benches on the sidewalk, "please? If we go to a hospital, can you do your mojo, get my stomach pumped-"

"Leo," Jonah cackled, standing in front of him and messing Leo's hair, "don't be ridiculous, I couldn't do that even if I believed you're actually feeling sick, which I don't."

"Do you hate me?" Leo's voice came out muffled as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Jon's tummy and wrapping both arms around his stomach, "I can feel it churning inside of me."

Jon let out a scoff, patting his back, "there, there. Can you get up? I'm really hungry, Leo. Starting to feel woozy from hunger, really."

Leo got up, pouting the entire time and moved away as Jonah tried to take his hand, "no, don't talk with me, you don't believe me," he squeezed his eyes as if he felt a cramp, "that fucking place poisoned me, again, and you won't even do anything about it."

Jonah glared at the side of his head, continuing to walk. He wasn't kidding about feeling woozy, while Leo had snacked all day on samples, Jon hadn't eaten since the day before.

"Okay, Leo, whatever," he snapped, feeling a little sting of annoyance. Couldn't his boyfriend save the scene for later, when Jonah wasn't about to collapse from hunger?

The rest of the walk was quiet. Jonah was feeling genuinely dizzy and Leo seemingly had gotten offended, so he was walking next to him with his arms wrapped around his belly and glaring at the ground.

"Is this the place?" Jon asked, as they stopped at a little rundown tiny restaurant. It was definitely not fancy, but it'd do. The smell of the food was amazing.

Leo nodded, not looking at him, "uh-hum."

With a tired huff, Jonah walked ahead and inside the place. Leo followed him without a word.

He ordered the first thing his eyes latched on, as well as a coke, then turned expectantly to Leo, "what do you want?"

"Nothing," Leo shook his head, with a grimace, "a water."

"You're not going to be sick," Jonah sighed as soon as the waiter was gone, rubbing his temples, before reaching over the table to squeeze Leo's wrist, "I ate the same as you, baby, I'm not sick."

"Well, I'm sick of your voice, so clam up," Leo bit back, squinting at him, "if you won't believe me, then don't talk with me. My stomach hurts."

Jonah rolled his eyes, grimacing as his own belly cramped, although in his case it was because of hunger, "alright, shutting up," he pulled out his phone in order to avoid looking at Leo.

They sat there in deadly silence for fifteen minutes, until finally the waiter came over with his order. Leo reached for his water bottle immediately, while Jonah barely had enough time to thank the waiter before he was munching on the food as fast as he could.

It was rare that he allowed himself to be this impolite, but truly he was starting to see some colorful dots in front of his eyes.

Jonah was so focused and famished, that it was only when he was halfway through his meal that he slowed down and let out a relieved sigh, lowering his fork and knife, "are you sure you don't wanna order something? It's actually really good-"

"No," Leo had lowered his forehead to the table, "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Because of one measly shrimp canapé?" Jonah teased him, still not buying it, "doubt it."

It was the wrong thing to say, because Leo straightened up in his seat, pressing his hand to his lips and swallowing convulsively, "please, stop talking about food..." his voice was weaker now and Jon frowned.

"Are you actually sick?"

Instead of answering him, as soon as Leo lowered his hand, a sick belch rolled past his lips. His whole face turned red and he let out a whine, lowering his head in shame, "I'm sorry, excuse me-"

Jonah frowned, "Leo?"

His fiancé fidgeted, then shot up from his seat, cradling his stomach, "I- I'll be right back..." he grumbled in a thick, distorted voice, before shooting away in the direction of the bathrooms.

Jonah grimaced in sympathy, but still didn't get up. If Leo was sick, then he had a very long day ahead of him. And, in truth, Jon still wasn't fully convinced Leo hadn't talked himself into feeling queasy or upset his stomach with all the samples he had eaten.

He finished his meal, then drummed his fingers against the table, unnerved by Leo not returning. Jonah counted five more minutes, before fishing out his phone once again.

"Wow, so fucking worried over my wellbeing, you dickhead," Leo scoffed, as soon as he came back to the table, collapsing on his seat. Jonah rolled his eyes, lifting up his head and turning the phone around.

"I was getting us a hotel room, you prick," he glared at Leo, "clearly you're in no shape for us to drive back to Welton."

Leo's eyes widened, adorably, as he glanced from the screen with the booked room, then back to Jonah, then they welled up in tears, "Ah... I'm sorry-"

"What- No! Nononono-" Jonah leaped from his seat, so he could crouch down in front of Leo's, "no, baby, don't cry. That's alright, I didn't believe you, I was a dick-"

"You booked us a hotel room..." Leo sniffled, rubbing angrily the microtears glued to his lashes, "and I was a jerk and I feel so-so horrible-"

"I know, I know," Jonah cooed, biting down an amused smile at the over the top reaction. He reached in, cupping Leo's cheeks and wasn't even a little bit surprised as heat met his hands, "you're running a fever, love. Did you end up throwing up?"

"No," Leo shook his head, curling up and lowering his forehead to Jonah's shoulder, "other end," his voice came out muffled and from the corner of his eye Jon could see his cheeks turning red.

He let out a sympathetic noise, "that sucks. Do you think you can handle the walk back to our car in the conference center or you'd rather we just took a taxi straight to the hotel?"

Leo let out a whimper and his answer was entirely swallowed as he ducked his head and muffled a burp in his hand.

"Leo?"

"Taxi," his face had turned the color of spoiled milk, "I really don't feel well, Jon..."

"I know, darling, I think you caught some bug," Jonah stroked his cheek, ignoring the confused looks from the other patrons in the restaurant and clicking around on his phone to call them a ride.

"Go wait outside, I'll get you a bag," Jon instructed, pulling Leo up a minute later, "go, baby-"

The tip of Leo's nose was still red and he looked every little bit like puss in boots, making it very hard for Jon to keep a straight face. Still, the blonde walked out, while Jonah went to the cashier to get the bill and ask for a plastic bag, as well as a new water bottle.

As soon as he made it outside, though, he realized he too late. Leo had had the decency of not throwing up right in front of the restaurant, he was by the end of the street, but braced against a street lamp and projectile vomiting in the gutter.

Jon's stomach clenched and he tried, really hard, not to gag. It took all the love in him to walk closer and plant a hand on Leo's back, squeezing his shoulder in a reassuring manner.

There was absolutely no chance in hell he could even afford to glance at the mess, after having just eaten, so Jonah opted for only standing there and checking their ride in the app, making sure Leo wasn't about to collapse down.

After what felt like an eternity, but his phone told him was exactly six minutes, Leo coughed and spat, letting out a groan, "what the fuck was this..." his words were sticking together and he stumbled back, before leaning against Jon's side, "god..."

"Very impressive," Jonah mumbled, gulping down his own gag and breathing slowly through his mouth, "take a sip, baby-" he pushed the water bottle in Leo's shaky hands, "a small one."

Leo took the smallest sip he could, before wrapping a hand around his belly and grimacing, "it's churning like hell... How long for the taxi?"

"Two minutes," Jonah combed his fingers through Leo's sweaty hair, guiding him slowly away from the disgusting mess, "I'll rub your tummy for as long as you want, as soon as we're in the room."

"Uhm," Leo pressed a fist to his mouth, muffling a wet burp and moved back to the street in order to spit out a mouthful of frothy saliva, "remember you said that."

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Market Day

Thank you to @spacebarbarianweird for the Astarion x barbarian!Tav headcanons that inspired this fic!!

Summary: You drag some of your companions to the market to restock on supplies and run into a little spot of trouble

Today was Market Day, as you had come to coin it, where you and your companions would visit a nearby market to purchase various supplies, whether it be food, drink, weapons, potions, or anything anyone happened to need. With a slight skip in your step, you make your way into the marketplace, dragging along a weary vampire, a less than interested cleric and a very very reluctant wizard who wanted nothing more than to be fast asleep in his bedroll or be buried deep in a musty book.

“I don’t understand how you can be so cheerful this early in the morning,” Gale yawns, rubbing his eyes.

“Why was I chosen over Lae’zel to come along?” Shadowheart groans, dragging her feet along. Astarion looked the most alive among the three but you could tell he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“It’s a bright and sunny morning! There’s no better time than now to get all our shopping done!” You cheer, pumping your fist in the air.

“Why didn’t you invite Karlach along if you wanted some life in the party?” Astarion rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. The market is rather quiet today, much to his distaste, for it meant there were less pockets to…well…pick. To you however, the lack of a crowd meant that there was more time to peruse the wares available without the person queuing behind you breathing down your neck to hurry it up, so you were more than happy about it.

“But I can be the life of the party!” You huff, giving him a pout. He should never have taught you how to gives puppy dog eyes, Astarion thinks to himself, watching as you give him your best shot at said eyes. He sighs in response, knowing you will never let this matter rest until he agrees with you and numbly nods.

“Of course you can, darling. Now, don’t we have quite a bit of shopping to do?”

With that, you’re off, heading towards the butcher while the others go their own ways to various shops of interest. Gale, to no one’s surprise, heads straight for the merchant selling a bunch of magical items while Shadowheart meanders around until a particular store selling carvings of the various gods catches her eye and she makes a beeline towards it. Astarion, meanwhile, looks for his first pocket to pick and eyes a rather wealthy human strutting around that made for easy pickings.

You quickly gather all the food items on the list and shove them all into your backpack, proud of the bargains you had made on your own. Astarion had been teaching you how to haggle, and although you were a slow learner, you were steadily getting better at it. Today proved as much. You couldn’t wait to tell him about the discount you had haggled from the fruit merchant and show him all his teachings hadn’t been for naught. As you made your way to Astarion who was at the other end of the market, something caught your eye — black leather bound book with words you couldn’t quite make out in gold lettering.

You go to take a closer look, curious. Did Astarion have this book? You don’t remember seeing such a cover before, would he appreciate the book? You weren’t even sure about the contents of the book, words always proved a challenge and you hated how you couldn’t just beat the words into submission so that you could read them.

“You can’t just beat up every problem you come across!” Astarion exlaimed when you angrily swore at the paragraph he had been trying to teach you to read.

“Everything would be so much easier if I could.” You huffed in response.

“Some things require a little more finesse, darling. Don’t you worry your beautiful self, leave such things to me.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead with a small smile.

The fond memory caused the corners of your lips to quirk up. Astarion had never once blamed you for struggling with learning how to read, he had been patient, as patient as he could be but had given up some time after. He had never pressed you to learn to read afterwards, instead he did all the reading for you which you very much preferred as you got to hear his melodious voice while understanding whatever was scrawled on the pages of the book you had looted from a corpse because you found the cover pretty.

“Didn’t know barbarians knew how to read, I thought they were all brawns and no brain.” A sneer comes from your right. The merchant selling the book you were looking at gives you a look of disgust and snatches it out of your grasp.

“Get your grubby hands off my wares,” he spits, “someone who lacks the intelligence needed to understand such fine craft shouldn’t be here in the first place.”

You scowl at him, a low rumbling erupting from your throat, “I may not be able to read but I sure as hells can understand what you’re saying.”

“The creature speaks!” The merchant feigns a gasp of surprise. You snarl, a hand moving towards your axe when a cold hand gently rests on your hand. Astarion meets your gaze, giving a small shake of his head and puts himself in between you and the merchant.

“It seems intelligence and basic common courtesy does not go hand in hand,” he says nonchalantly, but poison drips from every word. “To think a man so well-learned would only have the manners of a beast.”

The merchant glares at him but Astarion calmly looks them in the eye, a fake smile gracing his lips, “am I wrong?”

“This is none of your business, elf,” the merchant hisses.

“Oh, but the moment you insulted my lover, it became my business.” His unnerving smile remains plastered to his face, unsettling the merchant who was slowly losing confidence. “Now then, may I see this fine craft of yours?”

“Leave at once! You’re ruining my business!” The merchant snaps. “And I suggest getting yourself a better lover, maybe one not as daft as that barbarian.”

Astarion’s ruby eyes widen, a hand reaching for his dagger but you beat him to it. You grab the nearest and heaviest book you can find and slam it hard into the merchant’s face, “you can have your damned fine craft back! I don’t need it! I’d rather be illiterate than have to resort to insulting others to feel better about myself!”

Astarion chuckles, swiping a few books that caught his eye before grabbing the book you had been eyeing as well as your wrist and pulled you along, “come on, we better leave before the guards come to investigate the commotion.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” The two of you make a quick escape, disappearing into the nearby town before the authorities could catch either of you, giggling all the way.

Once Astarion is sure you’re far enough, he rounds the corner and stops to allow you to catch your breath. You pant, bending over with your hands on your knees but you’re grinning the widest grin you can muster.

“That! Was! Satisfying! You can beat up every problem you come across!” You laugh. Astarion doesn’t even bother to hide his smile, the merchant had deserved that blow to the face and better yet, had been robbed of some of his most prized wares.

“They had it coming,” he snorts, ruffling your hair. “We head back for the others once the heat has died down.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your shopping,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

“It’s quite alright darling, I had finished pickpocketing all the rich people in the maket anyways.” Astarion waves a hand dismissively.

“Astarion!”

“I had quite the haul even, who knew there were so many gold necklaces just lying around unattended.”

“They were attended!”

“Well, clearly not attended enough.” He fishes one out and holds it out to you. “What do you think of this one?”

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe, tracing a finger along the precious chain.

“May I?” He holds out a hand to you and you gently place the necklace into his outstretched hand. He gestures for you to turn around and you comply, twiddling your fingers nervously. Would you looks good in it? It was definitely a very expensive necklace, something that should not lie on the necks of the likes of you and would sell for a large amount of gold but Astarion had chosen to slip it around your neck, a look of satisfaction clear on his face when he had you turn around so that he could admire his handiwork.

“Perfect. I knew it would look good on you, my taste is impeccable.” He crows. “I also have a dress for you, but that will have to wait until we’re back at camp, unless…”

“Back at camp back at camp!” You squawk, cheeks quickly heating up. Astarion leans in to press a quick peck to your lips, slipping his hand into yours.

“As you wish, my darling barbarian.”

[tarbuchyloewenthal]

Sabina's Duel - Secret St. Waidwen Gift Exchange

here's my @secret-st-waidwen-exchange gift - a fic for @sun-marie's Sabina & Eamoc (rest of the story after the break). i hope you enjoy! i love sabina and eamoc. they were so fun to write. i'm always nervous about writing someone else's OC, so i hope i did these two justice.

Sabina's Duel

Sabina started at the outlines of kith moving in the copper and adra cage. She hadn’t expected to find anyone at the Engwithan digsite alive, not after seeing the smattering of the now all-too-familiar ashy remains Eothas left in his wake. With every second, it seemed the shape of another kith would appear behind the adra and bunch up near the door. The copper on the cage began to rattle and voices cried out, too muffled to understand.

With hesitant steps, Sabina crept closer. She was still a bit on edge from a brine imp nearly getting the drop on her near the subterranean pool. Eamoc, on the other hand, couldn’t have been less bothered, sauntering up to one of the fallen animancers to give them a sniff.

“Eamoc!” Sabina yelled. The stag snapped his gaze to her. The effigy he’d been investigating crumbled into ash that dusted the top of his snout, drawing out a sneeze that sent him reeling back a couple steps. “Per complancanet! Stop smelling the deceased and come help with whatever’s in this cage.”

“Better smelling the dead than rummaging through my pack for my pipe weed,” Edér said. He sat on a supply box toward the edge of the arena with his pipe in hand, already lit, and watched Xoti saunter up to the dead shaking her lantern. 

“You’re not helping.”

“Figure I already helped plenty. Fighting wildlife. Dragging your soulless body aboard the ship.” The latter claim drew an irritated stamp of the hoof from Eamoc. Edér might have carried her onboard the Defiant, but Sabina’s animal companion had been the one to carry her across the Dyrwood in Eothas’ wake. Edér coughed up some smoke at the stag’s displeasure. “Now, I ain’t discounting all your work my animal friend.”

Sabina’s retort died on her tongue, cut off by muffled whispers behind the door of the animancers’ cage. “Hello! Is anyone out there?” a lone voice finally shouted from among the multitude. “Is it safe to come out? Those creatures are dead?”

“Si, si. The creatures are gone”

The door to the cage rattled around as those inside struggled to undo the latch. Eventually the door swung inward and a gaggle of kith stepped out, some with horror at seeing their ashen colleagues, others merely glad to be breathing fresh air. They were all Vailian, at least in dress. Fashionable, practical, yet completely inappropriate for the claustrophobically humid climate.

After the usual pleasantries, Sabina informed the animancers of the job she’d agreed to do for Governor Clario. If the revelation that the party had arrived only for Oderisi’s notes had shocked the woman, Benessa, leading the scholars, she did a remarkable job of hiding it, instead thinking a moment as if deciding what to do next might weigh heavily on her.

“If you are going inside the ruins, you should take Engferth with you,” said Benessa.

An elf who had been standing near the back of the crowd shuffled forward with his eyes pointed firmly toward the ground.

Edér gawked and nearly dropped his pipe on the ground. “Hey! He looks an awful lot like –”

Aloth, thought Sabina. Her heart skipped a beat. How long had it been? Two years? Three? 

“He knows a great many spells! He cast fire to chase away the panthers, but the tents nearly caught fire,” one of the animancers said.

“You mean he nearly burned the last of our provisions,” another added.

Sabina made eye contact with Aloth, her left eyebrow cocked, and a grin spread across her face. “Oh? Tell me more about Engferth.”

Aloth’s eyes grew wide in panic. A rosy hue bloomed on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“He came with a glowing recommendation from the Academy in Selona,” said Benessa.

“Is this really necessary? We should –”

“A glowing recommendation?”

The red blush on the poor elf’s face deepened. Anyone who so much as glanced at him would see just how flustered he was.

“‘A pupil of unnatural talent’, the letter said. Though apparently misunderstood and disregarded by his fellows.”

The animancer who complained about the nearly burned rations muttered, “I cannot imagine why.”

“Now that we’ve established my credentials, I think we should move on, don’t you? I’m sure this helpful stranger here would rather not tarry.”

“Of course, but you should know something about Engferth,” Sabina said to Benessa. All the color on Aloth’s face drained. His face now glistened with a cold sweat, and he pleaded to Sabina with his eyes. Sabina drew out the moment just a bit longer. The man was far too easy to rile up, and she missed doing so. “He’s more than welcome to join us.”

The tension Aloth had been carrying in his shoulders dissipated and he let out a long breath. 

“Be careful, Aimico,” said Benessa as she squeezed Aloth's hand. The two gazed at one another just long enough for the moment to grow awkward. And when Aloth moved to join Sabina’s party, Benessa’s hands were tugged along for a second before she let them slide back toward her.

The gesture was not lost on Sabina, and a peculiar knot grew in the pit of her stomach. She remembered there being something similar between her and Aloth, though she had been reticent to let her feelings be known. And Aloth sure as hell would never be the first to admit such. To see even this expression of fondness, and with an animancer of all the kith in Eora, had Sabina off kilter. It had been some time since they’d last seen one another, but she’d hoped that spark was still there.

Sabina did not have long to ponder this latest development before Aloth sidled up to her and whispered, “Thank you for your discretion, though I could have done without you making sweat so thoroughly.”

Sabina gathered herself. “Could you at least tell me how you ended up making friends with animancers?”

“I promise I’ll answer all your questions later. Not where there are ears to hear.”

Later. Between a rampaging god in an adra colossus, scurvy-addled pirates, and trading companies that reminded Sabina far too much of the warring dynasties in Old Vailia, who knew if there would even be a later?

Eamoc stared after the elf as he gathered his effects. When Sabina caught the stag’s eye, he gave her an irritated snort.

“Oh don’t be a postenago. Give him a chance. You’ll like him, I promise.”

It turned out chasing a god was exhausting, physically and spiritually. Sabina was glad to have a moment’s respite between fighting kith and creature and getting yanked to and fro in the inbetween and the beyond. Her and her companions sat around a large fire on the beach, sharing stories and rum while Clario and Ikawa’s people patched up the Voyager. Occasionally, she sang along to the worker’s songs. They weren’t the most sophisticated pieces of music, yet that only meant she had ample opportunity to add in her own flourishes.

Eamoc seemed to be the only one not in high spirits. He spent long periods of time glaring at Aloth and looking back at Sabina, though Sabina remained blissfully unaware of this as the evening progressed.

When a lull in the conversation hit, she looked across the flames at Aloth. He was thumbing through the pages of his grimoire, as he did near constantly out in the field, squinting at the runes in the faint light of the fire. The knot that had made itself at home in Sabina’s gut had not gone away. In fact, it seemed to announce itself with renewed vigor every time she saw him over these past few days. She needed to know where things stood, but she could not think of any way to broach the topic delicately. So instead she did what she always did - tease him.

“You should enchant your runes so they glow in the dark,” she said, sitting next to the wizard.

“I don’t think that’s possible, frankly. Otherwise I would, trust me.”

The two glanced at Edér excusing himself to find more whiteleaf to pack in his pipe. There was still plenty left in it, but it didn’t take a genius to see that Xoti had sidled up too close to the guy. 

“Well maybe you should write that enchantment. Aloth’s Incandescent Pages or something. Could get you into the Circle of Archmagi.”

“Please. As if I would debase myself by associating with those self-serving fools.”

“You seemed plenty eager to talk with Concelhaut before we made him our pet.”

“I did not!” Aloth sputtered. “I resent that description of events.”

“Then maybe instead you’ll finally tell me how you ended up as an undercover animancer.”

Aloth looked away at an indeterminate point down the beach. “It’s a bit of a story. One I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to tell.”

His avoidance only lent credence to the feeling that he’d moved on from Sabina. She needed something, anything, to distract herself or get the truth out of him as soon as possible. Scanning the beach, she spotted a pile of driftwood with plenty of thin, sword-length sticks, reminding her of the rapier duels they had on their travels through the Dyrwood.

“I’ll make you a deal, Signore Corfiser. I’m curious to see if your swordplay has improved, so let’s have a duel. Beat me, and you don’t have to say anything. Maybe I’ll even buy you a grimoire. But if I win, you tell me everything.”

“Surely you don’t mean a duel with our actual swords?”

Sabina stood and dusted the sand off her trousers. “And why not? We could duel to first blood,” she said, smirking.

“I could injure you! And I certainly hope you would not wish to injure me!”

“Aw, it won’t be that bad Aloth. Could be she just likes her men with scars and she’s lookin’ to decorate,” said Edér as he returned from finding his whiteleaf pouch.

“I think scars are awful fetching,” said Xoti.

“She wouldn’t!” Aloth turned to Sabina, who had made her way to the driftwood pile. “You wouldn’t, right?”

Sabina couldn’t help but let out a mirthful laugh. “You shouldn’t let Edér rile you up like that.”

“Edér? You’re the one who wants to stab me!”

“Calma. We duel with sticks.” 

Sabina tossed a stick to Aloth. He bobbled it between his hands a few times before it dropped to the sand.

“And if I don’t wish to duel?”

“If you don’t, it’ll be disappointing for Xoti ‘n me. I missed watching you crazy kids fight.”

Aloth rotated the stick in his hands. It wasn’t long before he caved to the pressure. “Oh alright.”

“Gellarde! En garde!”

Sabina wasted no time in thrusting her improvised weapon toward the elf. Even off balance and taken by surprise, he parried it easily. Sabina pressed the initiative, but Aloth quickly found his stance and moved to the offensive.

When the two dueled, it often felt like the beginning of a dance constantly being interrupted. Aloth, of course, had the dexterity typical of sceltrfolc to go with his education by the Aedyran gentry. Sabina was direct. The streets and back alleyways of Old Vailia were her teachers. The interplay created a staccato of movement. Flowing and abrupt. Delicate and brutish. Angry and dispassionate.

But it was an unexpected closing of the distance from Aloth that sent Sabina stumbling backward. He’d stepped into her cut and grabbed her hand. And when he missed the opportunity to strike with his weapon, he shoved her out of reach. She couldn’t tell whether it had been an actual mistake, or an intentional holding back on the part of her sparring partner.

Shit, he’s actually really improved. Or maybe Eothas stole the part of my soul that was good at fencing.

Scurrying backwards, Sabina was desperately close to losing the duel. And that was when Eamoc charged in and trundled Aloth to the ground. The stag stood over him, pawing a hoof into the sand.

It had taken everybody so by surprise that the only response was to laugh. Except for Aloth, who awaited a trampling with an undignified screech.

“Madiccho! Where did that come from?” Sabina said to Eamoc between her giggles as she stepped between him and Aloth. “Thank you for protecting me, but it was not necessary! Apologize to poor Aloth.”

Eamoc gave an irritated snort and retreated a few steps.

Aloth had scrambled away from Eamoc into the edge of the surf, his back now drenched. As he sat up, Sabina pointed her driftwood sword at his chest.

“I win!”

“You did not! Using the stag is cheating.”

“I guess we’ll just have to get a tie breaking vote. Edér!”

Edér, who had been doubled over laughing, straightened himself. “My vote is for the Watcher. Eamoc’s basically her other half nowadays, anyway.”

“Edér is not impartial. Of course he takes the animal’s side!”

“Too late, it’s been decided. Now let’s get you out of the water.”

Sabina took Aloth’s arm and nearly yanked him out of the sand. They ended up standing nose to nose. Sabina searched Aloth’s eyes for any hint of his feelings, desperate for any positive sign. To prove her catastrophizing wrong. His gaze was soft and his breath was warm on her face, but that could mean anything. Yet they lingered like that. Sabina couldn’t tell for how long. Was it longer than Aloth had held Benessa’s hand? When you’re smitten with someone it’s impossible to tell how long the small moments last. All she knew was that it felt like an eternity when she was living them.

“We’re ready to set sail with the tide, Cap’n!” Beodul yelled down from the forecastle.

With a short cough, Aloth let go of Sabina’s arm. “Thank you. If it really means so much to you, we can speak at length once we’re underway,” he said, shuffling off to grab his pack.

As she stared after him, she felt the knot she’d been carrying untie itself. She felt light, as though the entirety of Eora was before her.

Edér came up to her and slapped her on the back. “Just so you know, I woulda voted for you even if you’d taken a tumble at the end there. Never did like how Aedyrans do fencing.”

It wasn’t long before the Voyager was finally out to sea and bound for gleaming Neketaka. Sabina stood at the helm next to Eamoc and looked to the glittering expanse of the horizon. Distant ships disappeared beneath it, on their own routes to parts unknown. 

"Keep a close eye on the helm, boy. I'm heading below deck." At this Eamoc shook his head. "What? Don't give me that. Aloth's great. Just give it time."

Sabina hoped to make up for lost time. She'd worried she wouldn't have the chance to do so, but now. . . well, there was no time like the present.

[apollogrip]

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💋Transfer Proof💋

Joel x Fem Reader (1.4k WC) (18+ MDNI!!)

Summary: You needed a way to test out a new lipstick that claimed to be transfer proof. You knew just how you were going to.

Warnings: Smut (obvi), PWP, deepthroating, cum eating, submissive Joel, slight begging?

AN: Hello my bees! I’m obviously back again with late night Joel brainrot because who else consumes my brain this late. 😮‍💨 This is very loosely proofread, sorry. Almost scrapped this idea before a rush of inspiration finally arrived 😅 I really hope you enjoy! As I’m still new to writing and posting fics on here, I’d appreciate any feedback!! I love you all sooooo much! Thanks for reading! 😊

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI!!

For a while, you had been needing some new makeup. Your stash at home was running low. Even worse, you had a party to go to next week with Joel and there was no way you could salvage anything from your dwindling supply. So that morning you kissed Joel goodbye and headed off to a cosmetics store.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot, stepping out of your car and into the makeup store. You were familiar to the place, the usual top 100 billboard hits playing, the bright lights pointing in every which direction, and the deals that were plastered on every wall.

You looked around for a while, grabbing your usual items. Before you checked out, you saw a brand you enjoyed release a new line of lipsticks.

‘Matte and Transfer proof’ it read. You narrowed your eyes at the product. Every time a lipstick claimed to be transfer proof you were met with the disappointment of it fading throughout the day. You shrugged, knowing you’d regret not getting it later if it was actually transfer proof.

You found a shade that you thought beautifully complemented your undertone and smiled. You then placed your items to be checked out and had a silent victory when the cashier offered you a discount.

Walking to your car, you thought about ways to test the lipstick.

You could always just kiss the back of your hand after it dried, but you’d done that before and it wasn’t always the most accurate testing.

Maybe you could go out to eat with Joel and see how the lipstick held up then? No, you didn’t want to be seen with smudged makeup in public.

You huffed and got into your car, deciding you’d figure it out at home.

Once you got home, you engulfed Joel into a hug.

“How’d it go, darlin?” He rubbed your back in a soothing way, looking at you with admiration.

“Fine, got my usual. How’ve you been here?” You caressed his cheek, scratching his scruffy beard.

“Missin’ you.” He kissed you softly, pulling your waist closer to his body and letting out a content hum.

You snickered before pushing him away, rolling your eyes playfully and walking into the bathroom to place your new items in your makeup bag.

You zipped open your bag and unwrapped your usual items, throwing out the empty ones. Your hand got to the bottom of the shopping bag and pulled out the lipstick you had decided get at the last second.

You eyed it for a moment before taking off the plastic covering around the product. You took the cap off of the lipstick and admired the beautiful color you had picked.

You swiped the product on your bottom lip before smushing your lips together and rubbing the product in. With a pop, you admired how the shade sat on your lips with a soft smile.

You added a touch of extra makeup on your face in order not to look a little silly with just lipstick on.

Tilting your head from side to side, you checked yourself out, quickly getting used to the color. The dress that you’d picked out would pair with this lipstick like a dream.

After a while of looking into the mirror, you noticed it had dried down.

‘Matte and Transfer Proof’ You remembered.

“Sweetheart?” Joel’s raspy voice could be heard along with the knocking at your door.

“Come here, sweetheart. Our show is on.” He knocked once more before walking back to the living room, flopping down on the couch.

That’s when the idea hit you.

You knew exactly how you were going to test this lipstick out.

A couple moments later, you walked out of your room, the makeup still adorning your features. Joel was content to see you walking towards him. He quirked a curious brow at you before speaking.

“What’s got you all dolled up, baby?” He smiled, patting the space next to him. You rolled your eyes playfully, not responding to him. Joel’s legs were spread apart, his arms resting on the couch. He looked so damn sexy.

You then got down on your knees between his legs and began to unbuck—

“W-Woah! The hell you doin’?” Joel scrambled to grab your hands with a cherry red blush painted on his face.

“Wanna test somethin’ out.” You stated and shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You swatted his hands away and continued to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his jeans like you had done a thousand times before.

Joel was an utter mess underneath you, sputtering and stuttering as you reached his boxers.

Did Joel know what the hell was going on?

No.

Was he going to stop you?

Fuck no.

You pulled down his boxers just enough so his already hard cock could spring out. You then spat on the twitching dick, lubing it up.

You gave him a couple of quick strokes before licking a long stripe from his trimmed base to his leaking tip. He groaned as you kitten licked his tip a couple times. Finally, you wrapped your lips around his length.

You bobbed your head up and down him, a mixture of pre-cum and spit collecting around your mouth. You made sure the filthy mix was spread evenly around your mouth as you continued to take him down your throat.

Joel was panting and groaning as you continued sucking him off. Joel had always been the dominant one during your intimate moments, ordering you to do certain things, move certain ways, say certain things. It turned him on to see you so helpless underneath him, babbling incoherent things as he fucked you dumb.

But as you continued to suck him off, the pornographic sounds of your gagging, and how your nose touched the base of his cock, he realized that maybe he liked being under your control.

Fuck it.

He fucking loved it.

He let you take control as you slurped his dick perfectly. You wrapped your hand around his cock tightly and began to pump. Your mouth trailed down to his exposed balls that were filled with cum, waiting to be spurted out in thick ropes. Your mouth latched onto one of them, hollowing your cheeks as you had done with his cock. You sucked on it as Joel was turning into putty underneath you.

“Fuuuucck, baby. God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop—shit.” Joel threw his head back in pleasure, his hands gripping the leather couch.

“Baby, please. I need-I need you.”

Joel begged as he rose his head up to make eye contact with you. You simply shook your head, slipping him out of your mouth with a pop that made him whine.

“Nah. I’m testing something.” You repeated, taking him back into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, gagging and gargling on him. You could hear his groans shift and his cock start to twitch feverishly in your mouth. These were the telltale signs that he was close, so you hollowed your cheeks, taking him in deeper.

“Just like that darlin’, please. I’m gonna cum—fuck yes.” Joel whimpered as your tongue swiveled around his tip every time your head bobbed up.

At last, he came, warm stripes of white bliss filling your mouth. You heard Joel let out a pathetic groan as he came, his breath faltering a bit. You licked your lips and swallowed, getting up from your spot between his legs. You pulled out your phone and pressed on the camera app, a reflection of yourself popping up on the screen. Your eyes widened and a smile showed on your face as you saw the gorgeous color you’d picked out still painting your lips. You grinned and sat down next to Joel, watching the remaining of your long forgotten show as if nothing had happened.

Joel was panting, his breath still irregular as his soft cock poked out of his jeans. He was in pure euphoria at the way you had just…used him. He let out a breathy laugh as he stuffed his length back into his jeans. Joel thought about a couple things.

One, he absolutely was going to have you take control more often.

Two, he had it bad for you. Worse than he thought.

Three, he was going to buy you every lipstick he saw from now on.

[loominggaia]

ZAREENITE LAW

Some Zareenite holds have slightly different laws than others, but the following laws apply to all of them.

Nobility:

-Zareen Empire is a democracy, meaning its leaders are elected by the people. Elections for the High Ruler occur every 10 years. A High Ruler will continue ruling if they are re-elected for another 10 year term, and they may run for as many terms as they like. Zareenite rulers are traditionally called “Emperor” or “Empress”.

-A Zareenite High Emperor/Empress must be a legal adult (whatever that means for their species) and a legal citizen of the empire for at least 10 years. All sexes and species of people are eligible, but monsters are not.

Education:

-School attendance is mandatory for all citizens up to adolescence. Humans, for example, may legally drop out of school at age 13. The schooling itself is free, but supplies and lunches must be paid for by students. College is not free or mandatory.

Social Welfare: 

-Mermaids may not become Zareenite citizens and are instead recorded on a special government registry. This is done due to security concerns, as Zareen is at war with the Aquarian Alliance, who uses mermaid soldiers to spy on the empire.

-Interspecies marriage is legal between all peoples. Same-sex marriage is also legal. Marriage is only legal between two consenting adults. Polygamy is illegal.

-Couples may divorce for any reason. Child custody is granted to whichever parent is determined most fit by a judge. The non-custodial parent is required to pay some form of child support.

-Disabled and elderly citizens are entitled to welfare in the form of a monthly cash stipend. How much they receive varies by individual and which political party is in power.

-Prostitution is legal with a license.

-Orphans may be adopted by any species, same-sex couples, or even single parents, as long as the adoptive parent is a legal citizen. There are special rules for adopting fae children in particular: the parent’s home must first be inspected for iron levels. If too much iron is detected in the water, a filter must be purchased. Iron furniture and other objects must be removed within reason. Social workers will perform yearly inspections until the child reaches adulthood to monitor these levels, as fae are susceptible to iron poisoning.

Religion: 

-Zareen Empire does not officially endorse any religion. Citizens are free to practice any religion they choose, so long as their religious rituals abide by Zareenite law.

Censorship: 

-Alcohol may be consumed in public at any time.

-Genitals must be covered in public at all times.

-All forms of pornography are legal, barring content depicting real death, animal cruelty, or underage peoples.

-Citizens are free to criticize Zareenite authorities, including the High Ruler.

Military: 

-The military does not discriminate based on sex or species, all people may enroll as long as they are legal adults and they can pass the exams.

-Soldiers receive a large discount on housing and medical costs.

Slavery: 

-It is illegal for private citizens to enslave other peoples. However, the government is free to enslave prisoners for the duration of their sentence, forcing them to perform various work duties.

Magic: 

-Magic is legal, though highly regulated. All mages must acquire a license before casting spells, and this license must be renewed yearly. Many forms of magic are banned, and others may require additional licenses to practice.

-Hazard spells may not be cast in public without permission from a local authority.

-Spells must not be used to harm or override the free will of another person, except in cases of self-defense.

Nymphs: 

-Zareen Empire does not abide by the Nymph Pact.

-Wild nymphs may become Zareenite citizens through the same channels as everyone else.

Monsters: 

-Category 0 monsters are permitted in Zareen Empire. Categories 1 and up are prohibited and will be killed or detained on sight by authorities.

Environment: 

-All pets and livestock must be licensed and registered. They must be provided adequate food, shelter, and medical care. Abusing or failing to care for pets will result in fines and seizure of animals.

-Hunting and fishing requires permits which must be renewed yearly.

-All Zareenite households must be connected to the empire’s electrical grid and plumbing system. Attempts to circumvent these utilities (example: sewage composting, rainwater collection, or solar panels) are illegal.

-Littering is legal in some Zareenite holds and may even be encouraged, as it’s believed that garbage and pollution helps keep hostile nymphs away.

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The Family Discount

It was a slow day at the Kash and Grab. Ian and Mickey passed the time by trying to find the oldest item in the store.

"This pack of gum is from two years ago," Ian say holding up pack.

"Does gum even expire?" Mickey scoffs. "This nacho dip is from fucking 1998."

"Whoa, dare you to eat it," Ian says with a laugh.

The ding of the door sounds and Ian and Mickey look to see who is entering the shitty establishment.

"Oh shit," Mickey groans as he sees his two older brothers walk in.

"Yo little brother," Iggy calls out and slaps Mickey on the shoulder. "We heading to Joey's house party think you can supply the beer?"

"You got money all the sudden?" Mickey answers.

"Figured we get a family discount," Colin winks.

"I don't even get an employee discount," Mickey says rolling his eyes.

"Come on," Iggy pleads. "We know you always suppling Mandy with those starburst."

"Any thing you get will come out of his pay check," Ian informs.

Mickey stares at Ian which he knows to take as a threat. Ian realizes his mistake.

"Sweet," Colin smiles. "Sounds like the beer is free."

The two older Milkoviches take the beer and some snacks and make their exit.

"What you smiling at?" Mickey questions. "You owe me your pay check now."

"They took the nacho dip."

[merrock]

EVENT: Season of Love

LOCATION / TIME: all around Merrock

IC DATE: February 8-23, 2025

OOC DATE: February 8-23, 2025

This year, rather than hosting a single's night party and a Valentine's Day dinner, we are offering a whole host of things for you and your friends and your partners to do! You can have just as much fun on a bros night, or celebrating Galentine's Day, so no one has to miss out!

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ADMIN NOTE: if you run a business and you would like to offer up something to do during this event, please send me an ask or message, I will add it to our post!

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CASSIDY'S CANDIES -- come in to see how your favorite Valentine's Day candies are made and stock up on some for home!

JACK'S PLACE -- Valentine's Day themed cocktails, or specialty whiskey drinks for the boys, when you just really need a night out!

MAWK TALES -- the perfect place to stop in for an alcohol-free tasty drink, themed with strawberries, raspberries, lots of vanilla cream and pink glitter!

SEA BREEZE -- all of the pink gelato that you could ever dream of, with tons of fun dessert options for you to try out!

THE CREAMERY -- and if gelato is not your speed, have some ice cream, some milkshakes, or some sundaes, instead!

CUL-DE-SAC DINER -- heart-shaped pancakes, anyone?! with all of the toppings that you can dream of!

HANDPICK'D -- gather up the girls and head to Handpick'd for a wine tasting adventure, having a little bit of the best offered in town!

A LITTLE SHOPPING

BOOKENDS -- come grab a copy of your favorite romance book, or grab something new! they have blind book selections, too, if you want to be surprised!

THE HOLIDAY SHOPPE -- big sales on Valentine's Day decorations in the shop! everything from stuffed animals to banners and garlands to Valentine's Day cards.

PAGE TURNERS -- pick up some very romantic comic books that are just begging to be loved!

THE VINYL HUB -- want to hear some good music? we have your back! the Vinyl Hub will be having sales on tons of your favorite romantic albums.

JADE'S JEWELS -- deep, deep discounts on jewelry that's perfect for a gift for them!

BUBBLES -- if you want to pamper yourself to feel good during the Season of Love, stop by Bubbles to pick up some new scents and bath supplies!

WAX & WICKS -- shop for romantic candles or come get some of those sweet, floral scents that are so popular this time of year.

SOME ENTERTAINMENT FOR YOU

THE MIRAGE -- slip on downstairs to the speakeasy to hear love poems recited and sweet love ballads every night during this time!

SLIPPERS -- stop by to see the dancers at Slippers performing a fun Valentine's Day themed recital for everyone who wants to see!

STUBS -- playing a different romantic movie every night, Stubs has what you need to help you get in the mood. don't forget to use their app, too!

MEMORIAL LIBRARY -- come listen to authors read excerpts from their romance novels for adults, and children's books with sweet, loving themes for the kids!

PINE GROVE GARDENS -- come listen to lectures form the historical society about some of Merrock's most storied couples.

THINGS FOR YOU TO DO

AZURE SPA & SALON -- whether you want to come as a couple, with your girlfriends, or just a little solo pampering, check out their spa packages!

BREATHE IN -- special packages for couples and groups that want to learn a little more about relaxation techniques!

FROM BRUSH TO CANVAS -- walk through our local art gallery to take in love, sex and romance themed art that will be available during the Season of Love.

CHILDREN'S MUSEUM -- for those of you with kids, the Children's Museum will have fun activities and crafts for you to enjoy with the whole family!

COMMUNITY CENTER -- stop by the Community Center to make some Valentine's Day cards! they will be sent to the Merrock Hospital and North Shore.

FLOUR CO. -- stop by with your friends and enjoy a baking lesson! they'll be running all types, whether you want to make muffins or cookies!

MEMORIAL LIBRARY -- if you don't want to buy books, come check them out! you can read all sorts of sweet romances (sexy ones, too).

PIZZA THYME -- pizza making classes! everyone gets a heart-shaped dough and gets to make their very own pizza with friends, family or loved ones!

LAVENDER LANE -- take lessons on how to put together the perfect bouquet for any occasion, and then take it home to enjoy!

PARADISE GARDENS -- tour the new rose garden at Paradise Gardens, and leave with a small rose plant of your own to take home and plant.

THE WHEEL -- recreate your favorite scene from Ghost! or get the friends together and just enjoy a fun time making pottery!

VALENTINE'S DAY PACKAGES

If you and your honey need help setting up a romantic evening or Valentine's Day, let us help you out! We've set up a few Valentine's Day packages involving lodging, food, drinks, and something fun for you to do!

DOWNTOWN PACKAGE: your evening will start with dinner and drinks at Evolution, at 6PM EST before your cab will be ready to take you to Stubs for a movie at 8PM EST. Afterwards, you can catch a show at 10PM at The Mirage, before you will be dropped off at The Brownstone Inne. The next morning, you'll be treated to a complimentary breakfast in bed!

COASTAL PACKAGE: if you want to spend time at the beach, you can start your evening with a couples spa treatment at Azure at 4PM EST, before you'll be treated to dinner at Sandcastles at 7PM EST. A boat will be waiting in the marina for a moonlight boat ride (don't worry, you'll have a warm blankets and a heater!) before you have a nightcap at Jack's, and then spend the night at Gull's Landing.

COUNTRYSIDE PACKAGE: begin your day in the Tea Room at Pine Grove Gardens, sipping tea, eating scones. spend your afternoon at The Wheel at 4PM, making pottery together before you head over to Overlook for apps, dinner and dessert at 7PM! At 9PM, you will have a private wine tasting experience at Handpick'd, and then retire for the evening to a your room at The Barn at Lake Malory.

FOR THE SINGLES IN TOWN

If you're not all coupled up and lovey dovey this year, we have some fun things for you to do, too! These events are set up to take place on the 13th, 14th or 15th, so if you're looking for something to do...

PARTY AT VIBRATIONS: Vibrations is closed to the general public on these three nights so that singles can come out and mingle! They will have all sorts of love (or anti-love!) related drinks available, as well as snacks and some of your favorite songs to dance to. Come with your friends, or come solo and have a good time.

THROWBACK FUN: The Fun Spot will be open for singles, and is the perfect spot to bring your bros or your girls and spend some time bowling, roller skating, or playing in the arcade! Maybe you'll get lucky and win a giant stuffed animal for that person that you've been admiring for a while. There's also good snacks and drinks available, since it's adults only!

COOKING CLASSES: whether you want to come alone, or with your friends, or maybe have a meet cute with flour on your nose, join up with everyone at Mack's for a fun cooking class! They'll be teaching you how to make some of their favorite dishes (from burgers to apps to their nachos and steaks), and then the best part: you get to kick back and enjoy it!

Threads can be written for this 'event' any time between February 8th and 23rd. They cannot be started after, but they absolutely can be enjoyed as long as you would like to afterwards, as well! We will have a plot / thread call post in the OOC blog where you can let others know if you are participating and let them know what your characters will be up to! xx