#event blueberry’s rise

[biteyoubiteme]

blueberry float

fem!reader x huening kai

synopsis: you get carried away after a day on the beach with your surfer boyfriend

warnings: 🔞!! slight nipple play, oral (f!rec), marking, tummy love, public/semi-public sex, no protection, creampie, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 1.83k

an: you cannot tell me kai doesn't give off surfer vibes, he is so summer coded its unreal. this is apart of my float event check out the other memebers fics! feed back appriciated :)) not proofread sorry [m.list] [float m.list]

Kai has seen you in a bikini before so this time should be no different. only you’re standing under the outdoor shower head rising off the salt of the ocean, the sand dotting your skin, head leaned back as you run your fingers through your hair. That strappy swimsuit is the perfect pink color against your skin. droplets of water sliding down between the valley of your breast, dripping along your stomach, your thighs. he had done a double take when you had taken off your loose gauzy button-up shirt. he had seen you naked more times than he could count but something about so little fabric was making him hard, the illusion of your nipples outlined in the fabric drawing him in.

he had been trying to ignore you as much as he could, staying out on the water longer than he thought he would. but it was hard to look away when you were laid out on your towel, turning every half hour to tan, he didn’t know if it was harder to see the curve of your ass or the way you almost spilled out of your top. he wouldn't be able to stay out on the dying waves, tae and Gyu already drying off next to where you’re rinsing, the sun already hanging low in the sky. Kai also knew that once the rest of them made it back to the little beach house you guys had rented he wouldn't be able to get you alone. The walls were so thin he could hear when the other members walked around, the muffled conversations they had. He wasn't very good at being silent when it came to you.

Even when you started to dry off, your towel hanging around your shoulders covering most of your body he couldn't get the image out of his head. He was so out of it he didn’t hear Yeonjun calling for him wondering why he wasn't following after. distracted as he paddled after the rest of them.

you were no better off than Kai as you watched him come out of the water. the swim trucks he wore, heavy with water hanging on his hips just right and sticking to his thighs. he was wearing a skin-tight water shirt, the black material clinging to every ridge of his arms, chest, and stomach. he was shaking his head off the water, hair stuck to his temple. his surfboard tucked under his arm as he made his way over to rinse off.

He gave you a tight smile as he hit the faucet, leaning his board against the wooden rail people kept their towels on. He stood under the stream, tossing his head back and running his fingers through his hair. you watched him flex, the water making the material of his shirt shiny, a perfect map of every line making up his body. you tried to hold your towel out for him but he shook his head putting it back around you. the boys talking about what we should have for dinner. “I think we're going to do a lap around the beach,” Kai added, putting an arm around your shoulder. the boys nodded, taking his board with them as you were led away from the direction they were going.

“Are you okay?” you ask, arms circling his waist, he still wasn't looking at you only making his way past a few people sitting around on the sand.

“yeah I'm good,” but his voice is strained from trying to keep losing his cool. but the way you were leaning on him was pressing your boob right against him, every glance down to you was directed at your exposed cleavage. he was trying to not make it obvious he was hard but it wasn't helped that he could only feel the ache of your absent hands on him when you were this close already. It wasn't until you were past the few larger rocks separating the beach into smaller sections that he turned to you, wrapping your face in his hands and kissing you breathlessly.

Kai was fervent, sloppy with his need as he curled his fingers in your hair, nose brushing against yours. He wanted you close to him, one hand sliding down to your waist to push your hips into his. your gasp at how thick and hot he was in his swimsuit was caught in his throat. his kisses down your jaw, as you ran your hands over his stomach, trying and failing to curl your fingers into the fabric. “please,” he groaned against your neck, “I need you, I want you so bad,”

“here?” you ask looking over his shoulder, “anyone could see us,”

“I'll be quick,” he mutters already pushing the towel away, letting it fall to the ground, “I promise, I just can’t wait anymore, and we haven't had sex the whole time we've been here because those stupid thin walls,” he’s kissing down your throat, teeth grazing over your pulse, “please, please,” he begs between every peck.

It wasn't often that Kai was this needy, trying to grind into you, fingers almost bruising against your hip to try and pull you close to him for any friction. it didn’t take much thought to agree, the images of him all day running through your mind. the way he caught a wave, the cocky smile he wore when he stayed up longer than his friends, all the clinging fabric, everything about today was making you wet. “promise to be quick,”

he was nodding, pulling away to lay out your towel on the sand for you, pulling you down so that you were laid out on your back.

Kai sat on his knees wishing he had his phone to take a photo of you. He reached out tugging on one of the stings holding your bottoms on effectively untying them.

he leaned over you leaving hot open-mouthed kisses down from your collarbone to your chest. groping you over your bikini top, teeth grazing over your covered pebbles nipple. “you can’t leave marks we’ll be here all week my concealer will be washed away when we go swimming,”

“But you brought the black one-piece right?” he slid down kissing over your ribs.

“yes,” you nod, twisting your fingers in his hair. “So wear that one because I don’t think I’ll be able to function seeing you back in this one, do you know how difficult it is to hide a boner in wet swim trunks?”

you giggle as he presses his lips over your stomach, licking and nipping your flesh. He loved to leave you covered in little bruises, from your chest to your thighs he didn’t stop and your tummy was his favorite spot. leaving bites along his path, burying his face against your soft skin.

“All day I’m trying to think about anything but you all wet and then you stand there looking like I should lick up every drop of water,” he bites the strap still tied at your hip tugging it with his teeth until it’s undone and you’re bare for him.

“you said you would make it quick,” knowing Kai could spend hours between your thighs if you let him.

“I wanna kiss this pretty pussy before I ruin her,” he ghosts his lips over your clit making you chase the feeling. hips lifting enough for Kai to hold them down.

he swipes his tongue through your folds drawing a line from your entrance to your clit before latching on and sucking you hard enough to have your back arching a strangled whine leaving your lips. you want to be quiet but as he laps up your wetness you’re struggling to keep your bodies to a minimum. one of your hands sinking into the sand next to you, grains sliding between your fingers doing little to keep you sane. and then he’s prodding your entrance with his tongue nose bumping your clit in perfect synchrony.

you push him further into your cunt not caring if he can breathe when you’re cumming. his name on your lips as you come down finally letting him up. He wastes no time in freeing himself from his trunks dragging the head of his cock through your wetness making your legs twitch. “no time for much prep but I know you can take it,”

you feel the stretch of his mushroom tip as he pushes in slowly inch by inch. his eyelids heavy as he’s swallowed into your still thumping walls. “Sucking me in so good,” he moans pressing his pelvis to yours.

you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips needing him as close as possible when you’re this exposed. but even if someone walked around the rocks right now and saw you two you don’t think you would even notice.

Kai buried his nose behind your ear, kissing anywhere he could as he gave shallow thrusts. As much as he could say he would finish fast he forgot that as soon as he was back between your legs. your warmth so inviting he would lay still just cockwarming you without a care in the world. but then you were moaning, “Faster, please hyuka,” nails trying to scratch his back through the fabric of his shirt. squirming under him for friction.

following instructions he picks up speed finding his pace without much effort. hips knocking yours the wet sounds of his movements hidden behind the sound of the surf.

he was whimpering into your ear before planting both hands on either side of your head to find more leverage. His head thrown back, wet hair hanging against his forehead, throat exposed making you want to kiss his adam’s apple. He was close, sloppy thrusts and soft moans proof enough. He slipped one hand down between you two pinching your clit enough to not hurt.

he was buckling, shoulders curving in as you felt him twitch inside you, body falling forward as he came still cautious enough to not crush you. you could feel his hot cum fill you, your thighs weak as you followed right over the edge with him. both of you trying to stifle your moans to no avail.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when Kai laughs, “There was no way we could have stayed silent in the house, everyone would have known,”

“So in public it is,” you giggle, pushing the hair away from his face and behind his ears. “I can’t be blamed, you looked too good,” he planted a single kiss to your lips, “I wouldn’t be able to last another minute if you put this one on again,” he smiles, flicking at the straps around your neck.

When you two are cleaned up and Kais is tying your swimsuit bottoms back up he looks up from his knees. “you know you have sand everywhere, maybe I should help you out in the shower to get it all off?”

[heirofnight]

blueberry scones & lemon squares

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: azriel spends his morning reflecting on various places he's lived throughout his lifetime. his thoughts quickly reroute back to you, his true home, and he reminisces on how you both met.

a/n: another drabble / stream of consciousness that took on a mind of its own. i really enjoy these! i only skimmed over this once, so it's lightly edited. sorry for any other mistakes i may have missed. this one made my chest hurt though - in a good way.

home.

az had resided many places during the course of his lifetime. but, as the years progressed, he'd come to realize that home was not solely determined by a physical structure with four walls - not just a place to lay his head and wings after a long, grueling day, or after returning from missions with bloodied hands and a dagger in need of sharpening. no, azriel's true home was always marked by wherever his brothers were. and now, wherever you were too.

the house of wind. another home of his.

azriel stood atop the balcony connected to his chambers. it was early dawn, the sun just beginning to rise into the morning sky. misty clouds carried on a breeze idled by, so close, az truly thought he could reach out and grab a piece of one for himself. if he squinted hard enough, really focused, he could make out the city of velaris and the sidra river, glowing like melted sapphire, far below him. could see the smoke of chimneys rising to meet the clouds as the city and its patrons began stirring for the day.

he stretched his large, membranous wings outward, letting the sunlight bathe them in warmth. his breath escaped him as visible white puffs, the autumn chill inescapable at the high altitude.

az regarded himself as a self-reflective male. his mind never stopped, and unfortunately, he was not ever able to fully escape it. this morning, he lazily cycled through thoughts regarding the places he'd called home. his early childhood, with his father and step-mother. never a home, he'd thought, leaving that memory behind as swiftly as it'd presented itself. windhaven, where he'd been dumped at eleven years old. his lips quirked up as he recounted his first memories of cassian and rhysand. the way in which they'd quickly become brothers. rhys' mother taking him in - the cabin where so many memories were made. a home.

he took flight now, shooting directly into the blazing sky. puffs of clouds caressed his arms and wings as he ascended right through them, a tickling sensation that he'd never tire of. now, he thought of you as he inhaled deep breaths of fresh, crisp morning air.

the way you both met. your father owned a bookstore right in the middle of the rainbow in velaris. an older business that was well-known and well-loved within the city. it had been destroyed during hybern's attack, and when it was rebuilt - a task that you'd had to heavily convince your aging father of - you'd added on a bakery to the renovated structure. one half was now a quaint pastry kitchen, designed with small café tables that extended onto the boardwalk overlooking the sidra, swirling gold motifs atop white marble, and glass display cases full of baked goods that you'd hand-make each morning. the other half was reminiscent of your father's original bookstore, and while he was still involved, you'd opted to largely take over the business so that he could rest and enjoy the fruits of his labor from afar. this was the first storefront of its kind in velaris, and everyone was smitten. including feyre and nesta.

feyre was absolutely infatuated with your glazed blueberry scones. on several occasions, you'd arrived at the bakery hours before opening to fulfill large-batch orders of them for various events that she'd ask you to cater throughout the city.

nesta, on the other hand, adored the attached bookstore. several times a week, she'd meander through shelves of first edition texts while feyre and rhysand browsed your daily selection of baked goods. nesta would always purchase stacks of books, as many as she could bare to hold within her arms. sometimes, if the group would opt to hang around for breakfast, you'd catch her flipping through her recent purchase, carefully cradling a scone in her other hand.

feyre had given az the task of picking up another large order from your bakery the day that you both met for the first time. azriel began to recall that day as he flew higher into the skies, his heart swelling at the memory.

"six boxes of glazed blueberry scones," his high lady had told him. "and if she has any fresh lemon squares, please pick one up for rhys. he becomes an insufferable baby whenever i return without anything for him." az had huffed out a laugh in response, nodding once to affirm he'd handle the task presented.

he made his way down the boardwalk to the front of your shop, making a mental note of how nicely the renovations had come along since that awful attack on the city. pushing the door open, a small bell tinkled above the doorway that his tall frame had to slightly crouch through. you'd appeared from the back almost immediately, flour dusted along your nose. you wiped your hands on a small towel, looking up at him to offer this beaming smile. a smile that he remembered, even now, being absolutely winded by. "hi!," you'd greeted happily. "you're here for feyre's order, right?," you'd moved towards a nicely-wrapped stack of six pastry boxes, sliding them along the counter for him to grab.

he briefly remembered reminding himself that he was meant to actually move forward. 'grab the boxes, grab the lemon square, and leave,' he thought to himself, feeling absolutely ridiculous for floundering in the presence of such a warm, pleasant female. he'd nodded towards you, approaching the counter. he'd had to tuck his wings in tight against him to comfortably fit within the spread of café tables. once reaching you, he'd cleared his throat before speaking.

"a lemon square too, please, if you have one," his voice steady despite the way his chest felt. you let out a precious, tinkling laugh. "ah, must be for the high lord. feyre's told me of his outbursts if she forgets to include them in her orders.", you shook your head affectionately, clearly quite fond of his family. he huffed out a quiet laugh, perusing over the rest of the goods within your pastry case as you packaged up rhys' lemon square.

he wasn't sure back then what compelled him to utter his next words, although now, years later, he knew. you were magnetic, and he would have done anything to see that beaming smile again and again and again. which is why he proceeded to point at the pastry case and ask for one of everything else within it.

you'd paused, eyes widening slightly at the request. "also for the high lord?," you'd breathed out, purely stunned. the corners of his lips had quirked upward then, your adorable expression hitting him right in the chest. "no, for me.", he'd stated matter-of-factly. you'd graced him then with one of those face-splitting smiles, dimples sweeping across your cheeks in its wake. he was a goner then, and he knew it.

after carefully packing up the rest of his order - which was now so large, he had no idea how he'd manage to fly back up to the house of wind cradling all of these boxes - you'd slid them across the counter to him.

he'd reached out to grab them, and that's when you took note of his beautiful, scarred hands. your gaze snagged on them, and he noticed immediately. his heart sank, a breath lodged in his throat. surely, he thought, this was the swift and brutal end to something that could have been between the both of you.

instead, you hummed quietly, unabashedly meeting his gaze. your next words came out quietly, almost a whisper - a hint of awe woven into the statement that azriel would absolutely never forget in this lifetime or the next: "you must be very brave."

no, it was then that azriel knew he was a goner. and that was it. he'd vowed at that very moment to do whatever he had to do in order to know you, love you. and you had made it so easy for him to do so.

azriel smiled at the memory, smiled at the fact that while he'd spent his morning reflecting on places that he had lived and called home throughout his lifetime, that you had flooded his mind - guided him back to all thoughts of you.

of course you had. you were his home, after all. a living, breathing representation of love so pure. he'd never once questioned it, he'd never felt something so sure. your love had healed him of so many things, things that you weren't even aware of.

and he knew, that if love were enough, all of his physical scars would be washed away too.

a/n: hi thank u for reading! honestly no idea what this is or where it came from, but i do know that i'm PMSing and writing it almost made me cry lmao. i'm such a sucker. anyway pls let me know if you enjoyed this drabble!

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (XXII)

Chapter 22 : ‘And if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter, the hills weren’t going anywhere’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! A very important chapter!!!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 2436

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

Sunrise

This time of year, the window boxes smell of the hills, the thyme and rosemary that grew there, crammed into the narrow spaces between the rocks and, lower down, where there was real dirt, competing with other things, blueberries and currants, the small shrubby trees the bees love— Whatever we ate smelled of the hills, even when there was almost nothing. Or maybe that’s what nothing tastes like, thyme and rosemary.

Maybe, too, that’s what it looks like— beautiful, like the hills, the rocks above the tree line webbed with sweet smelling herbs, the small plants glittering with dew—

It was a big event to climb up there and wait for dawn, seeing what the sun sees as it slides out from behind the rocks, and what you couldn’t see, you imagined;

your eyes would go as far as they could, to the river, say, and your mind would do the rest—

And if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter, the hills weren’t going anywhere, the thyme and rosemary kept coming back, the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—

The streetlight’s off: that’s dawn here. It’s on: that’s twilight. Either way, no one looks up. Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions—

Between them, the hills and sky took up all the room. Whatever was left, that was ours for a while. But eventually the hills will take it back, give it to the animals. And maybe the moon will send the seas there, and where we lived will be a stream or river coiling around the base of the hills, paying the sky the compliment of reflection.

I went back but I didn’t stay. Everyone I cared about was gone, some dead, some disappeared into one of those places that don’t exist, the ones we dreamed about because we saw them from the top of the hills— I had to see if the fields were still shining, the sun telling the same lies about how beautiful the world is when all you need to know of a place is, do people live there. If they do, you know everything.

The hills are terrible, they hide the truth of the past. Green in summer, white when the snow falls.

Louise Glück

You went home that night a few minutes after Andrew had left. There was no need to stay, you couldn’t focus or have any kind of coherent thought after that kiss anyway. So you headed home, trying not to think of Andrew, of his delicious scent, of the roughness of his beard against your skin, of the softness of his lips against yours, of his taste of coffee and chocolate, of how good his kiss was…

You kept those thoughts at bay while driving, but then they were swarming as you took off your shoes in your flat, locked your door, took off your coat and started pacing across your living room.

What the fuck was that?! The first time around, you were both drunk, it was easy to brush off the moment you had shared as a mistake. But this time?!

You needed to be logical. Logic and reason. Logic and reason…

What the fuck was that?!

A mistake. That was what it was. You had said it yourself! His feelings were all over the place, and in these moments of intense stress, people did crazy and stupid things, like kissing other people they didn’t really like. Maybe he was feeling lonely, and, and… you were there… you were there and that was it. Nothing special about it. He had apologised, it was alright, the two of you could go on with your lives and your arrangement as if nothing had happened.

But then… why did you keep thinking about his lips on yours, and his tongue, and his hands, and his smell, and his rushing heart under your palm and…

No! You turned to the picture of you and Frank displayed there, on your mantlepiece, the one reminder of the life you should have, the one you wanted. You were a strong, independent woman, and you knew what you wanted. You wanted your life back. You wanted your life with Frank back. Yes, Andrew was smart, and kind, and a gentle soul, and hilarious once you had broken his shy shell, and adorable with his blushing and his discomfort and his glasses, and of course, of course he was gorgeous, tall and pretty and…

… yes, yes to all of that. But you wanted Frank.

You wanted Frank.

You wanted Frank.

You repeated the sentence like a mantra, just to convince yourself. And for a moment, you succeeded.

Still, the dreams you forgot in the morning were full of long brown curls, of a beard brushing your skin, of hazel and a laughter you knew was not Frank’s. Not Frank’s at all…

The air was crisp, the leaves white with frost, the grass a paler green than usual. The sky a moody grey, the trail ahead overgrown with bushes over its edges. The buzzy chirping of birds, the whisper of a river nearby. The hushed murmur of leaves under a squall, the shade under the canopy of the forest you were walking through. It was cold, and it was lovely, wandering across the countryside across the Wicklow Hills. Such a quiet day, life in winter was slowed down, Nature itself had settled for a rhythm that was quieter than its usual rush of life. It felt like you had a million years ahead of you, like this very day would never end, like time would stretch forever ahead, becoming infinite in its slowing pace. Like there would always be a tomorrow, like all things in life would last.

The warm feeling that had settled in Andrew’s chest was steady, unwavering, this afternoon. It had appeared when he had dropped by your building to pick you up. You were grinning, such a happy smile on your features. He was glad, relieved even, to find such grins more and more often on your lips these days. It seemed that you were happier again, a closer image to the woman he had first met, the one beaming with warmth and a quiet joy.

Elwood was walking before him, taking off every now and then because of the nearby smell of a bird, a badger, or a fox, but Andrew was quick to call for him, and the obedient dog always stopped, returned to the safety of Andrew’s side. He seemed in bliss like this, free to run up and down the path as long as Andrew could keep an eye on him. He was busy sniffing the side of the path now, near a relatively tall oak tree, while Andrew was laughing loudly, so loudly he scared for good the fox Elwood had smelled.

“Do it again! Do it again, Andy!”

Andrew tried to calm down, to breathe fully again, but it was hard to do so when your laughter was still in the air. You seemed so happy this afternoon. Carefree. Radiant. Christ, he wanted this moment to last forever, to see you smiling like this until the sun itself would burst and destroy all things known to mankind, until the universe would collapse and die out, until even light was gone. He wanted this moment to last forever, for you to always be this happy, for him to always be able to see you like this…

He caught himself thinking these ridiculous thoughts, because okay, fine, maybe he liked you a little. Perhaps, just perhaps he had a tiny crush on you. But nothing more. Nothing close to love. That was a feeling only for Sam, you… you were charming, and funny, and so damn smart, and strong, and brave, and gorgeous and… yes! Yes, of course, to all of that, but you weren’t Sam, and he wanted Sam, because he couldn’t fall in love with someone else, that was impossible. He had come to this conclusion the night after your second kiss, a week ago. You had said it yourself, his feelings were all over the place, he wasn’t thinking straight. Yes, he was attracted to you, yes, he liked you… but that was it. That was it…

Except it wasn’t, and Andrew was painfully aware of it now. Now that you stared at him with those eyes he saw in his dreams, now that your laughter warmed his very soul, now that all he wanted was to kiss you, to hold you tight, to feel your grin against his lips and taste the joy that escaped your mouth.

He liked you. Badly so. He had a crush on you. A very, very heavy crush on you. One that he had to refrain and get under control, because none of this was the plan, because you were colleagues, because you were friends, because you still loved your ex while Andrew wasn’t certain of his feelings for his ex… and yet, he still felt it with every fibre of his being.

He had a crush on you…

“Do it again!” you commanded once more, and you were so adorable like this, all laughter and childish excitement.

He was laughing too much though. When he brought up his hands to his mouth, positioning a single blade of grass between his thumbs, he couldn’t blow enough air to make the grass whistle.

“Wait…” he choked on his laughter.

“Do it again, Andy!”

“Stop making me laugh so much!” he complained, stumbling on his feet, laughing too hard.

“Come on!”

“Hang on… wait, wait, wait…”

He adjusted the grass between his fingers, put it to his lips once more. It failed, but he tried a third time. The sound that came out was hilarious, but it worked. He looked at you with wide eyes, while you laughed again. He made a funny face while blowing hard a fourth time, and you doubled over with laughter.

“What was… that sound?!” you laughed so hard you were choking on your words, and Andrew wasn’t in a better state as he answered.

“A whistle!”

“It’s not… not a whistle! It’s a trumpet at best…”

You couldn’t speak anymore, Andrew had to stop walking, holding onto his stomach as he bent over and laughed, laughed, laughed until there were tears falling on his glasses. You reached for him for support as you were lost to a new fit of laughter. He reached for you as well, meeting you halfway so you could hold onto his arm, and he could do the same.

Further down the path, Elwood was sending the pair of you a questioning look, but Andrew didn’t notice. He finally calmed down enough to stand straight, stretching fully his back again. He waited for you to be steady on your feet to let go, but you kept on holding onto him. He took off his glasses to dry them on his scarf.

“I can’t believe you’re mocking my secret talent,” he shook his head.

“This was hilarious. Ugh… my stomach hurts now.”

“Come on, we’re almost there! There’s such a nice view up the hill.”

“Give me a minute. I need to catch my breath.”

“Am I making you out of breath?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows and successfully making you laugh again, although he couldn’t help but regret having this playful flirt with you.

“Sometimes,” you admitted with a wink, and the sight made his heart skip several beats.

He hoped you would take his flushed cheeks for a consequence of his laughter, or the cold weather, or your walk even.

“Come on, we’re almost there!” he dragged you along further up the path until you had found back your usual pace.

You hurried as you noticed that the forest was less and less dense, the trees more spaced out until there was nothing above your heads but the greyish white of the sky. You almost ran the first few meters to the top of the hill, while Andrew looked at you, shaking his head and climbing at a more reasonable pace. Elwood was trotting next to you, tail wiggling in joy.

At the top of the hill, there were about twenty more meters to walk to reach a clear view of the valley below surrounded by the small mountains of the Wicklow hills. A river ran through the valley, a string of greyish blue in a land made of patches of browns and greens. He let you walk ahead for a bit, stopped when your silhouette seemed to be overseeing the valley. He took out his phone, snapped a picture of you with your red scarf blowing in the wind, a vivid contrast to the pale sky, with mountains before you and Elwood sitting at your feet. He could have stood there for hours, looking at the gorgeous landscape, the cotton-like sky, you… He felt so peaceful then, without his ordinary dread of time passing, of running out of precious moments, of missing what was important, of wasting the little amount of years he was allowed to spend on this earth. There was just today, and he had all the time in the world, so long as he could watch you like this…

You turned around then, grinning.

“Andy! It’s gorgeous out here!”

“Told you!” he spoke loudly to be heard over the wind that was blowing harder on the treeless space of the summit.

“Come here!”

You held out your hand for him, and Andrew walked over to you, held the hand you were offering in his. You gave his fingers a squeeze, grinning, before letting go and turning to the beautiful sight again.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” you leaned against him, and Andrew didn’t think as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer.

He heaved a sigh, taking in the view. Wild and peaceful and familiar. It felt like home. Your weight against him was grounding, reliable, warm. It felt like home, too.

And for a moment, while staring at the wilderness of the Irish landscape, Andrew felt human. Instead of a struggling adult with his love life in shambles who overworked to cope with the mess the rest of his life was, he felt like he knew what it meant to be alive on this earth. Being here, staring at the land spreading at his feet, with his dog rubbing his head against his jeans, with you in his arms… That was what being human was supposed to feel like…

“Let’s take a break before going back,” you offered. “I’ve brought snacks.”

He nodded, offered you some water but you surprised him with a thermos and proper snacks. You headed back along the track to escape the violent wind, the cold too intense to bare in the openness of the hilltop. You sat down on a rock, not far from the path, and handed Andrew one of the two small thermos you had brought with you, along with a little box in which you had prepared snacks for him.

“Thank you so much, that’s so sweet,” he grinned.

You pulled out some treats for Elwood too, and Andrew’s heart melted for good.

While you busied yourself with spoiling his dog, Andrew drank some of the tea you had made for him. He frowned hard at the taste. It was… exactly how he took it. It was undoubtedly the taste of his favourite brand, the flavour too strong, it had to have been made using two teabags instead of one. He opened the little box, found there two pieces of his favourite chocolate, some grapes and a couple of biscuits. His favourites, here again.

In eight years of relationship with Sam, she had never done anything for him that seemed so tailored to his taste.

He looked at your own snacks, same quantity, but different biscuits, chocolate and fruits. Tailored to your own taste.

You had gone out of your way to prepare this for him. And it was stupidly simple, if Andrew brought it up, you would brush it off as if it were nothing. But it was everything.

You knew him. You knew him, and you had prepared all this so he would enjoy it, because you knew him.

You knew him. You…

“Andy? You’re okay?”

He merely nodded, blinked tears away, looked down at the snacks resting on his knees.

“Thanks for the snacks. That’s really fucking sweet.”

“It’s nothing.”

“I love those.”

Your smile grew more tender.

“I know.”

You knew… you knew…

He struggled not to say the words on his tongue, knowing it would spoil everything, terrified at the thought that he truly felt this way. It was obvious though. Now that the words formed in his mind, they were obviously true, so painfully obvious, how could he have been so blind?

I love you.

[bottle-of-harpoons]

Bruv, this took soo fucking long.

New AU dropping, boys.

So basically it's a hybrid between the 'toxic chain/possessed Kieran' AU and the 'Kieran is Ogerpon' AU.

In this AU, the events of the teal mask play out normally.

After Kieran looses his fight to Julianna, he starts hearing a mysterious voice in his head. It starts playing with his insecurities and telling him he needs to be stronger.

"That's why the oger didn't want you as a trainer. You were too weak".

Thanks to the voices advise and 'encouragement', Kieran quickly rises through the ranks of the Blueberry League and becomes champion. However, he also becomes a massive jackass.

The voice tell him that everyone is beneath him. He starts bullying other club members until the point were everyone is too imtimidated by him to hang out with him.

He is distant and aggressive towards the Elite 4. He doesn't even attend meetings and barley does any of his champion responsibilities, causing Amarys and Crispin to step up. Lacey was too busy helping Cyrano with academic duties. Drayton dedicated all his time to helping out the trainers Kieran bullied.

Kieran started skipping classes and dedicated all his time to training. The only person who still talked to him was Carmine.

However, after months of trying to reach out, Kieran finally snapes at Carmine, causing her to retreat from him. After this, Kieran finally realises he is truly alone. But thats when the voice makes a deal with him.

He could continue living his life alone and unloved or he could dawn the mask and start a new life. Kieran takes the mask, not fully understanding the deal. He ends up loosing his human form and turning into an Ogerpon. It is then that the voice reveals itself as Pecharunt and it steals Kieran human life.

Because of Kieran's shitty behaviour, he suspended from the academy for one month and 'Kieran' is sent back to Kitikami.

Kieran is left roaming around the Terrarium, dealing with the fact that he is now a pokemon and a whole fuck load of self esteem issues.

However, he is eventually found by Carmine and the new exchange student, Julianna.

Some notes in this AU -

Kieran isn't evil. He's a young child who needs help and the only people who notice are also children themselves. (Carmines doing what she can but she's still young and inexperienced)

Pecharunt has no control over Kierans actions or emotions. He basically says things to Kieran to encourage his negative thoughts and continue his unhealthy downward spiral.

I didn't explain this earlier but when Kieran put on the Ogerpon mask, he left behind a human mask that represents his human form. Pecharunt is currently wearing it.

Pecharunt wants a family again. He woke up many years later to find the old couple he used to live with had died. He wanted a family again but he wanted to live equally among the humans as well. So he started scheming to steal Kierans human life.

His plan just consists of him manipulating Kierans life until he was completely cut off from his friends and family. Once Kieran has nothing, he could trick Kieran into trading him his human life, then he could rebuild Kieran's life from the ground up.

Kieran's not having fun adjusting to life as a pokemon but he believes it's his punishment for being a dick to everyone.

Juliana's meowscarada is called Verde (haven't figured out what the rest of her team consists of yet). Carmine's mightyanna is called Subarashi (Suba for short), her sinistchi is called Chia, morpeko is Kamu and ninetails is Kyu (I used google translate for this, sorry if they're weird). Kieran's furret is called Shippo and his hydrapple is called Ringo.

Fun fact - This plot concept was taken from an old submas fanfic I started writing but never finished. Short summary was Ingo coming back to modern day Unova but he still has amnesia. His and Emmets relationship becomes very strained. Emmets ends up making a deal with Giratina to help turn him into a zorua and use hi illusion powers to get close to Ingo again. (I may post a full summary of the story one day)

Because of this, in the original draft, Kieran was going to turn into a zorua. I changed it just incase I ever wanted to revisits the old fic. Also I thought it would be funny if he turned into ogerpon.

This was heavily inspired by the Kieranpon au, the possessed Kieran au and the movie 'a whisker away'.

Sorry for any spelling errors. No excuse just can't spell for shit.

[anarchywoofwoof]

Full Article Text:

The United Kingdom is facing dire food shortages, forcing prices to skyrocket, and experts predict this is only the beginning.

What's happening?

According to a report by The Guardian, extreme weather is wreaking havoc on crops across the region. England experienced more rainfall during the past 18 months than it has over any 18-month period since record-keeping began in 1836.

Because the rain hasn't stopped, many farmers have been unable to get crops such as potatoes, carrots, and wheat into the ground. "Usually, you get rain but there will be pockets of dry weather for two or three weeks at a time to do the planting. That simply hasn't happened," farmer Tom Allen-Stevens told The Guardian.

Farmers have also planted fewer potatoes, opting for less weather-dependent and financially secure crops. At the same time, many of the potatoes that have been planted are rotting in the ground.

"There is a concern that we won't ever have the volumes [of potatoes] we had in the past in the future," British Growers Association CEO Jack Ward told The Guardian. "We are not in a good position and it is 100% not sustainable," Ward added.

Why is it important?

English farmers aren't alone — people are struggling to grow crops worldwide because of extreme weather.

Dry weather in Brazil and heavy rain in Vietnam have farmers concerned about pepper production. Severe drought in Spain and record-breaking rain and snowfall in California have made it difficult for farmers to cultivate olives for olive oil. El Niño and rising temperatures cut Peru's blueberry yield in half last year. Everyone's favorite drinks — coffee, beer, and wine — have all been impacted by extreme weather.

According to an ABC News report, the strain on the agriculture industry will likely continue to cause food prices to soar.

If these were just isolated events, farmers could more easily adapt — bad growing seasons are nothing new. The problem is that rising temperatures are directly linked to the increasing amount of gases such as carbon dioxide and methane in the atmosphere.

Since the start of the Industrial Revolution, humans have burned dirty energy sources such as coal, oil, and gas, which release a significant amount of those gases. Our climate is changing so drastically that the 10 warmest years since 1850 have all occurred in the last decade.

"As climate change worsens, the threat to our food supply chains — both at home and overseas — will grow," Energy and Climate Intelligence Unit analyst Amber Sawyer told The Guardian.

What can we do about it?

"Fortunately, we know many ways we can make the food system more resilient while reducing food emissions. The biggest opportunity in high-income nations is a reduction in meat consumption and exploration of more plants in our diets," said Dr. Paul Behrens, an associate professor of environmental change at Leiden University in the Netherlands.

If we replace a quarter of our meat consumption with vegetables, we could cut around 100 million tons of air pollution yearly. It may seem strange to suggest eating more vegetables with the decline in crop production. However, reducing the land and water used for animal agriculture and diverting those resources to growing more produce would drastically help the declining food supply.

Growing our own food is also a great way to reduce our reliance on store-bought produce, and it can save you hundreds of dollars a year at the grocery store.

[gen4grl]

timeskip zero crew + written bios below !

with the sv cycle coming to an end, i’d thought i’d share my timeskip zero crew designs! friendship and the impact it can have on an individual has always been a key feature of pokemon - with sv easily executing that theme the best. zero crew has an extremely special place in my heart and think i speak for everyone when i say i'm gonna miss this group a lot ♥︎

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JULIANA

♡ Originally from a small island in the North Paldean Sea. Homeschooled until her family moved to mainland Paldea where she started her public education at Uva Academy.

♡ Socially awkward, clumsy and struggles with organisation. Not the best with words but a fantasic listener. Booksmart and tends to be a people pleaser to a fault.

♡ Despite her awkwardness, is obliviously confident. Confessed her feelings and asked Arven to be her boyfriend after Area Zero, believing it was just a one way crush. Definitely was not and have been dating since.

♡ Was extremely overwhelmed starting school with no clue what direction she wanted her live to go in. After the events of Area Zero and collecting Herba Mystica, realised she wanted to become a pharmaceutical scientist with the goal of making Herba Mystica more wildly available in a medicinal format for people and their pokémon. Cites Director Clavell and Jacq as her biggest inspirations.

♡ Still considers Carmine, Kieran and the former BB League members some of her closest friends. The groups enjoy traveling together between Paldea, Kitakami and Unova together.

♡ Enjoys beers, fried food, karaoke & visiting the night markets in Porto Marinada.

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NEMONA

♡ Graduated with distinctions in all classes but dreams of making a name for herself outside her wealthy family. Currently works fulltime at Uva Acadmeny as a battle studies teacher with the end goal of becoming Champion.

♡ Lives in a high rise apartment in the center of Mesagoza overlooking the battle court. Absolutely loves the lively and fast paced energy of the city.

♡ Despite being extremely outgoing, struggles with making and maintaining friendships. Holds Juliana extremely close to her heart as she believes she was the first person to ever really 'get her'. First came out to Juliana after the groups adventure to Area Zero. Currently crushing on Carmine.

♡ Often mistaken for being a 'tomboy' but has quite alot of interest in typically 'feminine' things but has trouble connecting and expressing this part of her. Particularly likes plushies, collecting perfume and playing piano in which she is extremely gifted.

♡ Detail oriented and enjoys organisation. Wakes up at 5:30 every morning and runs from Mesagoza to Levincia no matter what she did the previous night.

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ARVEN

♡ Only child of the late Professor Turo. Originally withdrawn and standoffish; after learning of his fathers passing, became extremely family & friend focused. Would love to have his own family in the future. Considers Clavell a second father.

♡ Originally specialised in traditional savoury Paldean dishes but developed a love for baking after making Juliana macarons for their first Valentines Day together.

♡ After graduation, worked as a dish hand in a small bar in Porto Marinada. Worked his way up to line cook while occasionally doing pokémon walking and sitting on the side. Currently the manager of the new Mesagoza Patisserie Soapberry location. Spends his income on renovating the lighthouse where he lives with Juliana, Mabosstiff and Miraidon.

♡ Prized possessions include his fathers old lab coat and journals recovered from the Zero Lab. Gifted an oddly familar version of the presumably lost Violet Book by Juliana after her return from stuyding at Blueberry Academy which he keeps in his nightstand.

♡ Due to his unique upbringing and feelings of isolation; is very protective and easily jealous in both platonic and romantic relationships.

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PENNY

♡ Originally from Hulbury, Galar. Daughter of former Galar champion, Peony. Currently lives in an old industrial loft with Atticus and Giacamo in downtown Mesagoza. Loves city life but misses the small beachtown vibes of her hometown. While developing a closer relationship with her dad after gradution, has no intentions of moving back home to Galar.

♡ Prefers to keep her circle small but cares deeply for her friends to a point of getting herself in bad situations to help them. Still learning how to put herself first in certain sitations with help and advice from Arven.

♡ Works full time for the Pokémon League doing admin work. Does occasional hairdressing on the side mostly for friends and mutuals. Specialises in bleaching and alternative cuts and colours. Originally a brunette - wouldn’t be caught dead with grown out roots.

♡ Has a terrible diet consisting mostly of cup ramen, sushi and whatever the cheapest energy drink is. Sleeps around 4 hours each night after spending her after work hours gaming online with Kieran; excluding Wednesdays where she plays Magic the Gathering with Team Star.

♡ Homebody who loves reading + collecting manga and crafts; particularly sewing and knitting after being taught by Attitcus.

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[sevasey51]

Hi!!!

Could you do a Chris Evans x autistic child daughter reader where shes finished school for the holidays either Christmas or summer and she’s struggling with the routine change?

THANKS LOVE YOU MWAH

The holidays are here, the routines are out

Chris Evans x autistic daughter

Summary: finally the holidays are here, school is out and so is the routine. Chris helps reader though the struggle of routine change.

It was finally December 17th, school was out for the holidays. Three long weeks of social events and recuperation it couldn’t come sooner the relief that left your face was comforting for you dad to but he knew that with the relief came the hardship of the dreaded routine change.

Like clockwork you are up at 7am on the dot ready to go though your morning routine, by 8 it was blueberry pancakes in the kitchen for breakfast. Something was off you could sense it, you knew it was the holidays but where was your dad… you thought, that thought was soon shook off when you noticed the time. Finishing the rest of you breakfast like it was going to disappear.

You were late. You were never late. Routine it’s my routine, it’s good.

That was what tipped you over the edge. No one could ever predict how badly routine changes would affect you it was always different.

So when Chris heard a sobbed scream from the kitchen he knew the realisation had hit for you. Sprinting like his life depended on it with sleep still ever present, in his joggers that he went to bed in he got to the kitchen in 5 seconds but it felt like 5 minutes.

Gripping you softly, as to not make you hurt yourself, he murmurs “breathe for me baby, breathe.”

Hyperventilating the slow steady rise and fall of the hard object your sloped against in a exhausted pile of yourself. Slowly you come back to your senses the ringing stops, the dizziness fades. It’s your dad the lifeline you always came back to.

“Hey sweetie, you don’t have to say anything but how about we talked about a routine for the holidays, you can work on some coursework whilst I work in my office if you want to - if you think it’ll help.” Chris says noting your quiet exhausted demeanour. He knew routine was essential for you to keep some sort of grasp on reality.

“Huh, yeah that sounds good dad, thank you for always being the level head whilst I’m all wobbly and out of sorts.” A small smile formed on your face.

It made Chris’ heart flood with relief.

“My pleasure sweetheart.” He lightly kisses her forehead.

A couple of days later the plan previously mentioned was underway and it seemed to be working really well. It not only made Chris smile it made you feel content and like you had a hold of something.

Sometimes if you needed it you would go on the daily dog walk in the morning with dodger and your dad, just to get out of the same “4 walls” that sometimes drove you nuts.

But all in all the holidays were always the best regardless of if the routine was out.

Finally finally, she’s back.

I’m gonna get straight to it, I might be leaving again in a weeks time ( I don’t know i literally just get an email telling me it drives me insane) but I thought whilst I really have masses of downtime here is the first ask after a long hiatus!

Thank you so much to @remuslupinsdaughter for this ask and girl I get you! I hope you all enjoy and please don’t hesitate to send in asks and reblog!!

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[edgessunflower]

Bubblegum kisses

For @punksdoll

Pairing: AJ Lee x Fem reader

Description: Kisses with AJ are always filled with love and a flavor of bubblegum

You smile walking backstage after winning against Bianca Belair running and jumping in AJ's arms sharing a soft kiss. The taste of bubblegum floods your taste buds before pulling away "I'm proud of you champ" laughter bubbles out before sharing a long hug as your friends cheer leading to now as all of you celebrate with drinks and dinner for all your wins at this Raw before Summerslam cementing yourself as the main event against Charlotte Flair feeling emotions flow after busting your ass nonstop to prove yourself as an athlete and wrestler that has finally payed off, a smile forms on your face sharing a hug with Triple H who had taken you under his wing despite being retired teaching you the secrets and inner workings which helped your rise up in your career and the roster being well known throughout the business despite only being in WWE for three and a half years. AJ knew how nervous you were to face charlottte and that this was the biggest match of your career and your anxiety was helping matters at all as each match finished and it got closer to your match, aj pulls you in a hug stopping your nervous pacing around the room "Get out of your head no matter what happens I'll be proud of you we all will and we'll still love you" the promise is sealed with a tender kiss smiling into the kiss while holding each other and the taste of blueberry bubblegum before walking hand in hand to the curtain waiting as the match between Bayley and Alexa Bliss finishes up walking to the ring with aj by your side watching charlotte closely as she climbs in the ring before the match started keeping up with each other well through out the match until you ran bouncing off the ropes with a clothesline from Hell which knocks her down quickly getting the count and winning crying with emotions as you hold the title being pulled into a kiss by aj tasting the mango bubblegum before you were embraced by your friends backstage becoming the women's champion.

[cupcakestreets]

Ok, sometime you gotta give us art of him running to his daddy crying XD. I keep hearing he does that and I gotta see it-

Also why do I Imagine since he is more like Custard than clotted cream was, would Custard actually like him now? Like look at him and go "a spitting image of me...that's my boy!"

....now just saying that I can't stop imagining an au where evil cream (or idk what his name would be...evil cream is too on the nose...since he is blue, blueberry cream maybe?) And clotted cream are both adopted kids of Custard aaaaand evil cream's clearly his spoiled favorite while clotted cream is just off to the side...doing his own political rise thing or idk lol!

(Sorry for so much in one ask, ideas kept flowing out of my mind as I was typing this and knowing my forgetful mind, I had to type it down before I forgot it lol!)

here you go. This Version of Custard ( I don’t know what custard he is blueberry custard) is actually a sweet heart who loves and dotes on his son. He’s also a soldier and he’s fought in the war, he has metals and shit so you fuck with his son he will end you himself. It’s too bad this version of his son actually does not deserve him.

I did not show it here but yeah I did draw Custard Cookie but he’s actually a great father who shows compassion and empathy. However is is way to forgiving of his son’s actions and he will defend him even if his son is clearly in the wrong. So yeah evil clotted cream keeps being a shit. He does try to teach his son to do better but Blue Cream just views it as him being a softie. He hates how soft his father can be and refuses to listen to someone who he believes is not using his power properly.

I think the best way I can describe this AU I made with them is that the Environment is pretty much the same. Like grand/canon events still happened here it’s just everyone’s personalities are swapped. Like for example: the beast cookies stay good in this AU, in that they were made by an evil dark witches. They rebel and against them, and those witches still lock them away. Faeries are rabid evil creatures that were put there to guard those cookies and the power is still split and handed to the ancients, but they’re evil now. And so on and so on. If you’ve played a link between worlds and you’ve heard of Lorule, it’s literally that. I’ll just label this the Inverse AU.

[star-arcana]

How Kieran and Carmine from Pokémon SV's DLC storylines can be adapted to the Pokémon Horizons Anime part 1!!! SPOILERS AND LONG READ

Hello, here, Star-Arcana again with another follow up theory on Pokémon Horizons Viole(n)t future, with part one being linked here, if you wanna read this:https://www.tumblr.com/star-arcana/760633493950758912/my-view-on-how-pok%C3%A9mon-horizons-could-end-a?source=share

Anyway I wanna come to a rather personally interesting to me, how the anime is going to use Kieran and Carmine, as well as their storylines in Horizons.

For now, Horizons is all about Liko learning to understand Pokémon and together with her friends, Roy, Dot and the other Rising Volt Tacklers, find out the mystery of Lucius and Laqua before the explorers will do it. Once they are defeated, I doubt this will be the end of Liko and her friends, they will go on other adventures, and might end up meeting Kieran and Carmine, starting a new story arc for the heroes.

I don't wanna summarize the events of Teal Mask and the two Indigo Disk storylines, so I will give you two links to these stories for those who wanna know:

Teal Mask: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyaTKHz3I2I

Indigo Disk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ksJyVD0fSs&pp=ygUxUG9rZW1vbiBTY2FybGV0IGFuZCBWaW9sZXQgSW5kaWdvIERpc2sgZnVsbCBzdG9yeQ%3D%3D

Epilogue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7lxS3yXsR4&pp=ygU6UG9rZW1vbiBTY2FybGV0IGFuZCBWaW9sZXQgSW5kaWdvIERpc2sgZXBpbG9ndWUgZnVsbCBzdG9yeQ%3D%3D

With that out of the way, to the potential adaptation of the SV DLC storylines. It is a rough idea, not a fully thoughtout story, mind you, so with that outta way, let's a go:

Most likely the arc with Laqua will be concluded and a new story begins for the heroes. Liko and her friends will go with the Rising Volt Tacklers either to Kitakami or the Blue Berry Academy. I forgo Kitakami, because that would just be a repeat of the DLC and that would be mega boring, so I wanna do something cooler:

Our Heroes go to the Blueberry Academy first and there meet Indigo Disk Kieran and Carmine, the former in his heel-turn phase and Carmine being, well, Carmine.

So after the events in Laqua, Liko and her friends go to the Blueberry Academy and will have to meet up with this school's champion to guide them through the academy, as discussed with the headmaster Cyrano and Friede, who is here to study something and meet old friends from his younger days, probably Briar as well, who wants to study Terapagos. Also here, in this story, it follows Liko still, and became her 7th Pokémon, like with Volo's Girathina. The other Volt Tacklers will here offer courses and also bond with the BBA students like Crispin and Lacey, oh and Captian Pikachu is getting a lot of attention, sometimes unwarranted.

Anyway Liko, Dot and Roy were supposed to meet up with the Champion of the BBA for their welcome ceremony, but he has been delayed, due to him having issues with one of the kids here, as that trainer failed to bring for an assigment 6 Pokémon, because he is having a difficult home life, only bringing a florette with him. The Champion takes no excuses and order his ace, Incineroar to get that loser out of the his sight and attacks the Florette when it wants to resist, despite being intiminated by Incineroar. Liko and her friends hear the commotion and intervenes with her now fully evolved Meowscarada,and ordered her to use Flower Trick to stop Incineroar and saved the boy, who ran shortly away and thanked her. Incineroar wonders what happens and then sees Meowscarada, and fells in love. However his trainer did not fell in love, and was angered by Liko, and ask her why she interrupted him, with her countering that he cannot treat People as servants. He then gloats that he is the League's Champion, and that he can do whatever he wants, he is the strongest. Then Dot and Roy point out that, wait, wasn't he supposed to greet them? Kieran is now shocked that these 3 were those should have greeted? Dot calls him out of his poor leadership and that he should take more notice on his peers, with Roy saying that he is late, and they waited for a long time here. Kieran gets annoyed and ask them to just shut up about it, but Liko won't let Kieran go for having bullied his classmates and that he should be ashamed of what he did, with Roy joining in, as well as Dot, even threatening to tell the staff about it! Kieran, now having his honor attacked, challenges the 3 for their "insolence".

Starting with Dot, who sends her now fully evolved Quaquaval and Tinkaton to battle, but loses to Kieran's Incineroar and his Grimmsnarl, who have far better team work than the two. Roy is next with his fully evolved Skeledirge and Kilowattrel, but also loses, albeit somewhat more closely, due to having type disadvantages and Kieran being better at dual battles. Then Finally Liko is up with her Meowscarada and fully evolved Hatterene taking up arms against Incineroar and Grimmsnarl. However Incineroar is infatuated with Meowscarada and immobilized by love whereas Grimmsnarl can't deal with Hatterene's fairy type magic and defensive skills, in addition to her and Meowscarada working far better with healing pulse ensuring the Grass Cat's survival against Grimmsnarl, as Kieran tried to take it down, so that Incineroar will come back to his senses. This fails and Grimmsnarl is taking out by Hatterene having just in time sense it's aggressive intent, beating the ogre. Meiwscarada and Hatterene have an easy time with an infatuated Incineroar and he loses. Kieran unsurprisingly is defeated by Liko, and is now under the shock that he is not the main character of this story. He gets really mad at this, but is given once chance by Liko to change; If he stops bullying others, they won't tell what he did, and keep it secret, as well as his loss here, to which he relunctantly agrees. Carmine, who had been watching the whole scene from the distance, smiles, now seeing something within Liko that will fulfill whatever goals she has. Thus their story starts!!!

Afterwards the crew will be guided by Kieran, still embarrassed by his defeat at the hand of the MC, and is also rattled by Incineroar's considerate behavior to Meowscarada, who actually begins to like the Wrester Cat, and might be into him too, all the while Liko notices this. They meet the Elite 4, and Carmine, who are interested in them, but Drayton and Carmine notice that Kieran looks rather insecure with the 3 new students, with Roy almost slipping that Kieran had been defeated, but only Carmine understood it, as she saw it all. Dot came to befriend Lacey, due to the latter finding her Quaquaval adorable and learning that she is Nidothing (something Liko is oblivious too, as she talks with Crispin and Amarys) and Lacey finds it lovely! Roy talks with Drayton and he seems interested in the young guy who boast to have fought Rayquaza, peeking his interest. Liko all the while notices that the elite 4 kind of do look cautious around Kieran, except with Drayton, who is more or less annoyed by Kieran being a bit more strict with battleling and nearly gave away his loss when he said to Drayton, that defeat will come when you are this overconfident, making her think that maybe this will not the end of her rivalry with Kieran.

Anyway after this day, when Kieran is alone with Carmine, he vents at his Life-sized, self-made Nidothing plushie from his Grandma that he lost to Liko, and that she will rat him out, if he bullies another child, which Carmine finds amusing that he still talks to his toys like this, about his failures as a battler, to which Kieran retorted what would she know about me. He then blames his Incineroar for being incompetent, and it almost looked as if his Pokémon deliberately lost. Carmine laughts, revealing to having observed Incineroar's interaction with Meowscarada; that he is in love with Liko's Pokémon and because of this didn't wanted to go all out on her, which terrifies and disgusts Kieran, because his Pokémon lost because of love. He drills his Pokémon and said that Meowscarada doesn't love him and that he will never have a chance with her, she uses him and only Kieran knows him best, saddening and hardening the Fire Starter. Carmine tries to tell him that this is too far, and can't let others suffer because Ogerpon rejected him, which makes Kieran angry and tells her to shutup, Carmine leaves frustrated at her brother's deterioating mindset, saying he will hurt everyone with his obsession of power and victory and that she misses her younger brother.

Having overheard some of this, Liko bumps into Carmine, who remembers how she bested her brother, and gratulates her on beating Kieran, who had been unstoppable lately, with even the former Champion Drayton having lost his title to him. Liko also noticed this decides to tell her a rather biased story of how he failed to capture a powerful Pokèmon in their homeland Kitakami, and since then has grown obsessed with Power in order to make up for his failure. He had not taking much sleep, has hardly talked with her, and at best it comes to fights between them, he pushes his friends, his family and his Pokémon away, and is worried for him, begging Liko to just stop him. Liko due to this story views Kieran now as a sore loser and a meanie, who only bullies Pokémon around because one Pokémon didn't wanted him, and needs to learn a lesson. Then Carmine gave Liko a "good luck charm" that could help her. Liko thanks her for this and hopes it will help her beat Kieran and put him in his place. She leaves, with Carmine makes a sinister smile. Then upon seeing Kieran attacking a student for having made fun of his Incineroar obviously being into the new Girl's Pokémon and that he might have a crush on her. Incineroar looks a bit afriad, and tries to stop Kieran, with him yelling at his Pokémon to let him be. Seeing this without context, Liko is furtherly enraged and tells him that he is being a horrible trainer to his Pokémon, that Incineroar only wants to make him happy and protect him, and that it is no wonder Ogerpon rejected him, he is just being mean. Meowscarada also stands up for Incineroar, and he begins to blush, with Meowscarada at this sight, also starts to miraculously blushing, but looking away. This angers Kieran, and asks her if she got that from his sister, to which she said yes. He tells her that she doesn't know the full story and has no right to judge him. Liko then challenges him to a battle, to teach him a lesson to which he agrees and make it official. If he loses, he stops bullying other trainers and will apologize to everyone he hurt, and especially his Pokémon for using them like this, and if she loses, she leaves this Academy. They agreed and declare it an offical battle

Roy and Dot wonder why Liko has become so agressive and she reveals that he does it all because one Pokémon rejected him, with Dot thinking that maybe his sister didn't tell you the whole truth. Roy on the other hand is more supportive of the battle, but tells her that this is a Pokémon battle, and should be fun. Liko tells them that we will all see the truth once the battle ends and there will be a lot of fun, no worries. Meowscarada looks nervous, because she never had seen Liko this way before, and she actually looks worried for her. They begin training and her Pokémon notice how determined she is, and agree to help her, with Meowscarada and Hatterene showing some doubts. They train until evening.

Meanwhile at the same time, Kieran has since the start of this challenge trained his Pokémon harshly and endlessly, and teaches them to not let their emotions control them, especially Incineroar. Drayton with Carmine appears and he find it ironic that he would lecture, as the most rage-filled trainer his Pokemon self-restraint. Kieran tells him to buzz of, if he has nothing else to say, which he does after saying that maybe he should consider to visit him, if he wants to know how being ex-champions is like. Carmine urges her brother to rethink this, maybe he is overreacting and that he just needs to take a break from battleing, but all this achieves is making him angry at her, for she ratted out that he kept training this hard to make up for his failure to capture Ogerpon and that she didn't tell the whole story!!! Carmine says that this is unnessesary, because his story is like his persona fake, he should return to the guy before he went obssessed with training. Kieran having enough tells her to get out, and that he will defeat Liko, and that he is finished with his sister. Carmine, dissapointed, leaves. Kieran continues training with them until midnight.

The battle starts in the arena, where everyone, including the faculty watches. After few exchanges between Liko and Kieran, if they really wants this battle, with both saying yes, and after Kieran starts screaming, he sends his Pokémon, but they end up losing to Liko's Pokémon, one by one, while she also begins to lose some of her Pokémon, leaving each with only 2 Pokémon each on both sides. While all of this is happening, Kieran gets a flashback of his defeat at the hands of Ogerpon, whom he admired, with the back then Torracat and Morgrem, panting heavily. He sends out Incineroar and Grimmsnarl against Liko's Meowscarada and Hatterene, who aren't intiminated by the Fire Cat, due to being resillient, as well as knowing deep down, he is not this monster that Kieran wants him to be. This infuriates Kieran and he orders his Pokémon to viscously attack Liko's Pokémon, but she evades that and counters it, leaving his Pokémon wounded. He begins to use more support moves and thus begins to get the upperhand with Hatterene being nearly knocked down and Meowscarada having to deal with a Spirit Break rushing Grimmsnarl. Liko orders her to use Play Rough to get the fairy type and thus sends the Dark/Fairy type flying and nearly K.O. Incineroar, who is still having affections for her, with Meowscarada's look making it harder for him to hold back, but Kieran snaps him out and tells him to use flareblitz, which he does and nearly beats her. But Meowscarada barely survives that attack, and with Hatterene using Healing Pulse, restores her friend's energy, but faints. Kieran now overjoys that Liko has one Pokémon left, with his two still standing. He asks her if she ever regrets having fought him, but Liko says that she wont succumb to a bully and someone, who doesn't fight with the heart of a Trainer. Kieran dismisses this and order Grimmsnarl to use sucker Punch, while Incineroar uses Flareblity, but Meowscarda plays a flower trick to cover the battlefield in smoke. Them she uses acrobatics to attack Inicneroar and gives a massive Meow-sound which makes Kieran order Inicneroar to use Flare blitz at her. But this was a trick, as the Pokémon that was hit was Grimmsnarl, and it knocked it down, all the while weakening Incineroar. At the apex of this battle, Kieran grows desperate, declaring that Incineroar better not let hm once again rattled by this, and terastalizs it, but Liko does the same with Meowscarada, and with a final clash between Flower Trick and Darkest Lariat. The clash was too fast for the eyes, but it was clear that Meowscarada avoided it, while Incineroar was surrounded by flower bombs and with a little wink, they explode, fainting it. Kieran lost the battle.

Liko is the winner and Kieran is heartbroken about this defeat, with him not understanding why she has defeated him once more. Liko tells him that his Pokémon fought under high pressure and because of this couldn't fight at full potential, especially when training too much. Especially his Incineroar had it the worst, fighting between Meowscarada and him. He needs to understand that his Pokémon only want to make him happy, and has not to push them, himself and anyone around like this. She knows how it is, when you fail, and offers her help. Kieran defeated was considering it, until Carmine gave a signal, by which the Good Luck Charm appeared out of the Pocket. It turns out that this was a Rotom Phone containing recorded videos of her brother playing with his Nidothing plushie and revealing embarrasing secrets like him dreaming of eating with Nidothing on a zeppelin, and belittling his Incineroar as love struck and that Meowscarada doesn't love him and uses him, which angers the Grass Cat. The stadium is in shock and some of them began to laugh, whereas our heroes are in total shock, with Dot being red about the Nidothing parts. Liko also sees a recorded speech of her where she said that he has to be taught a lesson, and a fake voice of thanking Carmine for this "gift", namely the Good Luck Charm and that it will help her beat Kieran. Kieran stands up and is infuriated with Liko, asking if this was all a plan of her to make him give up on Pokémon and the academy, to have him now lose twice and embarras him in front with these recordings in the academy. Liko denies this, and said she didn't knew it was a Rotom Phone. But he doesn't believe her, and tells her that she is nothing more than a bully sent by his horrible sister to break him, terrifiying Liko with this. Kieran then confesses that he actually was considering her offer of making amends, and that maybe she was the one he could trust the most, but now he sees her as a mean bully, who like everyone, took advantage of him, and that appearently, being kind was too much asked of her. He runs away Crying, declaring he will never ever hold a Pokéball, with Liko in vain calling him to wait. Liko now feels embarrased and guilt-ridden for having played a role in his humiliation, with Incineroar also running away in grief, with Meowscarada following him.

Carmine congratulates her and tells her how proud she made her, now her brother will never waste his life at battles anymore. Liko is disgusted with her, why would she do this to her own brother. Carmine tells her that Kieran had been cruel for a long time and Pokemon battles have nearly wrecked his health, he needed to leave that life and quit for his own good, he, in her eyes, needed a real humiliation. Liko understands wanting to get back at someone who hurts others, but this was too far, and not what he needed, he already saw his lesson. Carmine retorts he will get over it and return to Kitakami with her, this school was stinking anyway and will return to her as the brother he was before. Liko now seeing what she really was, no longer wonders why he became this way, his sister had no faith in him, and should be ashamed of hurting her brother like that. Liko immidieately ran off to find Kieran.

Kieran is still angry and sad at her, for having ruined his life as trainer, and that all what he wanted was to not be weak, after Ogerpon rejected him. Liko tries to calm him down by saying that Ogerpon is just one Pokémon and no reason to get worked up over this. Angered, Kieran says that hse knows nothing of Ogerpon, absolutely nothing about his struggles or even why he wanted that Pokémon. He tells her that in Kitakami, a sect known as the Loyalists (the main antagonist in this story), control all aspects of life and want everyone to venerate the 3 loyal Pokémon of Pechurant, their cultural hero. They are really brutal and corrupt, always asking for tribute and enforcing harsh laws of not allowing any foreigners in, and look down on anyone who isn't like how they want them to be, like himself for instance. He was shy and not really socialble, which is why he was hated by the others, with only my sister standing up to me, but then retorts that Liko has seen how much of a help Carmine was with her stunt. Kieran then tells her that Incineroar, when it was a Litten, was found by him on a lost cage traveling near the road. He took it in and raised it, with much of the village looking down on him for this, as this Pokémon was neither native to this region nor approved by the spiritual leaders, sensing "evil" within that Cat. He still kept it, but everyone, including his family asked him to drop it, which he refused. Eventually he also found a Impidimp, being chased by my neightborhood until it found me, and upon listening to his venting, became his secound Pokémon, forming thus a trio with the three. One day,they meet Ogerpon, a Pókemon that was seen as an evil Pokémon for having killed the 3 Loyal Pokémon of Pechurant, and that because of this, is an outcast, like he was. He sympathized with her,never believing his village's tale, and one fateful day, found her. He befriended her and wanted her to be his Pokémon to beat the Loyalists with, but he always failed. His Pokemon evolved at one fateful day, believing to have grown strong enough to beat Ogerpon, but it was enough. Still Ogerpon was impressed and seemingly wanted to join Kieran, but then seemingly left with a happy smile, traumatizing him forever. He then grew angry, and swore to become the best battler there ever was to proof that he can defeat Ogerpon, and the Loyalists with enough training, freeing Kitakami from them and becoming a hero. He went for this reason to the academy and after having crushed the elite four, his Pokémon evolved, and after some time, became stronger and stronger. He wanted shortly before her arrival to return to his home, but she knew what happened next. Now he can't train anymore, he is just weak and his Pokémon don't like him anymore, they just like Ogerpon didn't followed him, and he admits to having been a jerk, I just wanted perfection, and pushed others for it, so that they follow me...but he admits that being a foolish dream of his, he could never inspire anyone or be a hero, even his best friend ended up liking some stranger's cat more than him.

Liko realizing that this brutal devil was just a broken hero who wanted simply to have a free life where he can be himself, tells him he is wrong about his Pokémon, and himself. In the two battles she fought with him, his Pokémon always gave their all for him, and while yes, Incineroar likes Meowscarda, he tried his hardest to put his feelings behind for you, and it took me and my Pokémon's full strenght to take him down, and that hardly anyone challenged her like this since her battle with Gibeon, and as intense as it was, those battle with Kieran were fun. Liko also tells him that ultimately true heroism comes from standing up for yourself and following your heart, even if it hurt. She also apologizes for having misjudged him and that she really didn't wanted to punish him with the recordings, just beat him. She begs him to believe her, and even if he was defeated, he would not be a lesser trainer than her, he tried his very best, as did his Pokémon, even with all that pressure. Maybe he should trust others to help him more, to make his route easier, since no one can by himself do everything, even she needed to work hard. Kieran seeing sincirety in her eyes, thanks her for her kind words and apologizes to her for his behavior, and that he will make it up to his Pokémon, his peers and to her. Liko then reflects on him liking Nidothing, which makes Kieran embarrased, but she confirms that she is a mega fan of her as well, and the two begin to quickly bond, with Meowscarada joing with Incineroar, both holding hands. Kieran says that now, these two Cats are a couple, confirmed and all laught happily about this union of love.

Part 1 is over.

[twinsunstars]

My Thoughts on Parts 1 and 2 of Ahsoka - A Discussion Post

Ahsoka premiered on Tuesday at 6 PM PT, and fans were raving about it. Fans of Star Wars: Rebels were overjoyed with the content they got. Let's dive into this week's premiere episodes, MASTER AND APPRENTICE, and TOIL AND TROUBLE.

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE SERIES YET!

I'm starting off with the loth-cat because this little thing is just so ADORABLE. Sabine takes care of it so well, and it loves her. It must be protected. The cat will keep you company as you read.

The series started with a movie-like introduction, words scrolling up for us to read. I liked how they did that and gave us a little preview to what happened before we started off. Baylan Skoll and Shin Hati arrived and landed in a New Republic ship, attacking the crew with their lightsabers and rescuing Morgan Elsbeth, who was held prisoner on that ship. Baylan had at one point talked about childrens' tales in the Jedi Order, which indicates he was a former Jedi, Not much is yet known about his past, but we do know from the trailer that he had known Anakin Skywalker.

Later, Morgan revealed herself to be a Nightsister of Dathomir, which is interesting as she talks about her past. She had used Nightsister magick herself after she obtained the map, which amazed me. I really want to know more about Morgan's history as a Nightsister. The three are ready to rise to power and locate Grand Admiral Thrawn, wherever he could be.

Ahsoka Tano is first seen at the remains of a Nightsister Temple. The details of the Temple got my curiosity peaked, and it's interesting to see more of Nightsister culture.

Huyang, an ancient droid who used to live in the Jedi Temple and helped younglings build their lightsabers, is Ahsoka's companion as he helps her escape the droid attack. I love how Huyang is here with Ahsoka and giving her and Sabine advice, but it still intrigues me on how he is here. What happened to him when the Jedi Order was taken down? How and when did Ahsoka find him? I'm still researching about it myself, but I'd love it if anyone could share some sources.

Moving on to Lothal. This beautiful planet that was once ruled by the Empire in darkness now shines brightly under its sun, the loth-cats running in the fields freely. I really wish Ezra could have been here to see his home liberated and shining after the fall of the Empire. The day he comes back, he'll love it.

We got to see Ryder Azadi in live-action with his original voice actor (Clancy Brown) speaking to the crowds of Lothal. He stands in front of the iconic mural last seen in the finale of Star Wars: Rebels, depicting the Ghost Crew, the heroes of Lothal. The mural is on public display for everyone to see.The day celebrates the liberation of Lothal and Ezra Bridger's sacrifice. Alongside him, Jai Kell appears, who is now a Senator of Lothal. I loved these cameos, it got my Rebels heart screaming.

Sabine Wren was announced at the event to speak to the public, but she was a no-show. Sabine raced away with her speeder, and HER SOUNDTRACK? That needs to be out there now. No one can stop this girl. I love how Natasha Liu Bordizzo portrays Sabine, she really captures Sabine's stubborness and strength.

Sabine has added her artistic touch everywhere she has been; from the tower, Ahsoka's ship, her helmets, and everything. I love the little drawings of Loth-cats she's done. I loved the detail of her chipped nail polish. When she brought her armor out again, I loved that she added a Purgill on one piece, as memory.

When Sabine had turned on Ezra's message for her, I was both screaming and trying not to tear up. Eman Esfandi does such a good job portraying the character, and it's been so long since we've heard Ezra talk on screen. (I want the blueberry boi home now.) He had called Sabine a "sister", which I thought was adorable. Sabine smiled to herself hearing it.

(I know that some Sabezra shippers are a bit upset over it. I see them both ways, and I'm fine with whichever direction they go, and I like to imagine them either way as an alternate universe thing for the fun of it.)

Sabine had taken the map ball from Ahsoka even though she had told her not to (where do you think she got that, Ahsoka?), and managed to open it. Shin Hati had been sent by Baylan to go find the map, in which she succeeded in obtaining. Sabine quickly grabbed Ezra's lightsaber to fight against her. I find it interesting how she had made her own modifications to it but it is still Ezra's lightsaber, despite Huyang saying it is hers now. Shin and Sabine engaged in a heated fight, ending with Shin impaling Sabine and taking the map.

Huyang talks to Sabine at an infirmary on Lothal. As she recovers from her impale wound, Huyang calls Ezra's lightsaber hers and discusses Sabine's journey as a Padawan. I think it was confirmed that she was not Force-Sensitive, but I see some articles saying that she is, but she is weak in her abilities. I'm still a little confused, and I think she maybe is Force-Sensitive but doesn't fully have the ability like other Jedi, but Sabine has potential with her own talents and as a Mandalorian, as we know from seeing her in Rebels.

The duo of Hera and Chopper is always so fun to watch. I like how Mary Elizabeth Winstead embodies the character of Hera, and how she worries for Ezra. Once Ahsoka had returned with the map ball, hope grew in her that this could be a chance to find him. She has never stopped being the courageous fighter she is.

Chopper is himself, of course. And he's everything we love. During mid-battle, Chopper argues with Hera, most likely asking, "Hera, did you go through my stuff?" I love his energy and attitude, it's so funny and loveable.

Marrok was the name given to this Inquisitor before the series had released. There were many theories surrounding this inquisitor potentially being Ezra, but thankfully it's not. (Hopefully.) The character is said to be the very last Inquisitor, and has a mysterious background, Hopefully we can learn more about him.

Sabine is ready to return as Ahsoka's padawan, coming back to her signature short haircuits and rocking her Mandalorian armor. She visits the mural, tapping Ezra's face and looking at the mural with hope before departing Lothal with Ahsoka, ready to get the map back and find Ezra and Thrawn.

The massive structure seen being built towards the end of the second episode is said to be called the Eye of Sion. Morgan oversees it's construction, and I have heard it's something that will help bring Thrawn back. There are theories surrounding it regarding a Sith lord, but I'm still doing my research and looking up things. It'll be interesting to see more of what this is about.

Anyways, the premiere episodes of Ahsoka were a blast to watch. I'm excited for the next episodes, and I hope to learn more about Sabine's journey as a Padawan. (And Ezra better be home soon.) I also hope Zeb and Kallus show up soon, and Jacen Syndulla has to make an appearance. I also hope the loth-wolves would show up, that would be fun. But the journey has just begun.

[imhereforscm]

"Hold this"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Krioff × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: I hope you enjoy, babeeeees!!!!! LOVE YA!!!✨✨💖💖💖 I was talking to my mother about Frozen (the Disney movie) the other day and I accidently said "Krioff" instead of "Kristoff" lmaoo

Prompts: potatoes | blue | glass (Day 7/2024)

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Krioff pushed the cart and stole a glance to your direction, your gaze casted downwards and your head hanging low. "What's next?" He asked, voice deep and when you stared up at him, his eyes were shinning like diamonds.

"Potatoes." You said, your mind putting together the letters of the next thing on your list. "They should be in the next aisle."

He hummed, seeming to understand. "I think I remember what those are... Aren't they those blue orbs-"

You snorted suddenly, your eyes squinting and wrinkles forming at the corners.

Krioff's eyes widened a little and his face shifted away from yours. "Aren't they those fruits...?"

You laughed lightheartedly. "Kri...!" You placed your hand upon his own, that wrapped around the handle of the shopping cart. His hand warmed up and you smiled. "You're mixing them up with blueberries. Potatoes are completely different." You gave his hand a squeeze and felt his temperature rising even more, from the embarrassment. "Come on, let me show you."

Krioff followed you silently through the aisles, his face still reddish, contrasting the snowy white of his hair, as the blood reached his ears.

The two of you wandered around the aisles, collecting stuff and filling the cart with them.

"Want me to push?" You asked, seeing as you were only holding a small paper and walking in the front, as Krioff followed, the small wheels of the cart moving along with his footsteps.

He shook his hand. "No. It's fine."

You pursed your lips, staring at him with guilt flowing in your veins and into your stomach. "But I'm not holding anything... This feels unfair."

One of Krioff's hands left the handle of the cart and reached out for yours, its warmth enveloping your hand as he took it within his big one. "Then hold this."

Your eyebrows rose at first, as a smile spread slowly across your lips. Your hand squeezed his tightly and you inched closer to him, placing your free hand on the handle. "Let's push together."

A small smile formed on his lips, yet his entire face seemed to light up. "Fine. So?" He asked, peering over at the list you had gripped and wrinkled in your fingers. "What's next?"

"Ketchup."

"Ketchup..." You watched him hesitate for a few moments, before his lips parted slowly. "It's... It's in a glass."

You nodded. "Yes." You stared at him expectantly, anticipating his next guess. "And? What else?"

Krioff stared deeply within your eyes, his diamond irises appearing breathtaking even beneath the yellow light of the market's aisles. "It's..."

"It's...?"

He swallowed thickly, looking off to the side. "It's pink?"

You tried to suppress your laugh, but a snort slipped out, sending the blood rushing back to his face.

"Not again...!" He sighed, groaning as he pursed his lips and his fingers twitched around your gentle hand.

[therambleandrumble]

This time of year, the window boxes smell of the hills,

the thyme and rosemary that grew there,

crammed into the narrow spaces between the rocks

and, lower down, where there was real dirt,

competing with other things, blueberries and currants,

the small shrubby trees the bees love—

Whatever we ate smelled of the hills,

even when there was almost nothing.

Or maybe that’s what nothing tastes like, thyme and rosemary.

Maybe, too, that’s what it looks like—

beautiful, like the hills, the rocks above the tree line

webbed with sweet smelling herbs,

the small plants glittering with dew—

It was a big event to climb up there and wait for dawn,

seeing what the sun sees as it slides out from behind the rocks,

and what you couldn’t see, you imagined;

your eyes would go as far as they could, to the river, say,

and your mind would do the rest—

And if you missed a day, there was always the next,

and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter,

the hills weren’t going anywhere,

the thyme and rosemary kept coming back,

the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—

The streetlight’s off: that’s dawn here.

It’s on: that’s twilight.

Either way, no one looks up. Everyone just pushes ahead,

and the smell of the past is everywhere,

the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes,

the smell of too many illusions—

Between them, the hills and sky took up all the room.

Whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

But eventually the hills will take it back, give it to the animals.

And maybe the moon will send the seas there,

and where we lived will be a stream or river coiling around the base of the hills,

paying the sky the compliment of reflection.

I went back but I didn’t stay.

Everyone I cared about was gone,

some dead, some disappeared into one of those places that don’t exist,

the ones we dreamed about because we saw them from the top of the hills—

I had to see if the fields were still shining,

the sun telling the same lies about how beautiful the world is

when all you need to know of a place is, do people live there.

If they do, you know everything.

The hills are terrible, they hide the truth of the past.

Green in summer, white when the snow falls.

— Louise Glück, Sunrise

[hepatosaurus]

Sunrise This time of year, the window boxes smell of the hills, the thyme and rosemary that grew there, crammed into the narrow spaces between the rocks and, lower down, where there was real dirt, competing with other things, blueberries and currants, the small shrubby trees the bees love— Whatever we ate smelled of the hills, even when there was almost nothing. Or maybe that’s what nothing tastes like, thyme and rosemary. Maybe, too, that’s what it looks like— beautiful, like the hills, the rocks above the tree line webbed with sweet smelling herbs, the small plants glittering with dew— It was a big event to climb up there and wait for dawn, seeing what the sun sees as it slides out from behind the rocks, and what you couldn’t see, you imagined;

your eyes would go as far as they could, to the river, say, and your mind would do the rest— And if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter, the hills weren’t going anywhere, the thyme and rosemary kept coming back, the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit— The streetlight’s off: that’s dawn here. It’s on: that’s twilight. Either way, no one looks up. Everyone just pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere, the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes, the smell of too many illusions— Between them, the hills and sky took up all the room. Whatever was left, that was ours for a while. But eventually the hills will take it back, give it to the animals. And maybe the moon will send the seas there, and where we lived will be a stream or river coiling around the base of the hills, paying the sky the compliment of reflection. I went back but I didn’t stay. Everyone I cared about was gone, some dead, some disappeared into one of those places that don’t exist, the ones we dreamed about because we saw them from the top of the hills— I had to see if the fields were still shining, the sun telling the same lies about how beautiful the world is when all you need to know of a place is, do people live there. If they do, you know everything. The hills are terrible, they hide the truth of the past. Green in summer, white when the snow falls. —Louise Glück (1943–2023)

[ruknowhere]

Sunrise

by Louise Glück

This time of year, the window boxes smell of the hills,

the thyme and rosemary that grew there,

crammed into the narrow spaces between the rocks

and, lower down, where there was real dirt,

competing with other things, blueberries and currants,

the small shrubby trees the bees love—

Whatever we ate smelled of the hills,

even when there was almost nothing.

Or maybe that’s what nothing tastes like, thyme and rosemary.

Maybe, too, that’s what it looks like—

beautiful, like the hills, the rocks above the tree line

webbed with sweet smelling herbs,

the small plants glittering with dew—

It was a big event to climb up there and wait for dawn,

seeing what the sun sees as it slides out from behind the rocks,

and what you couldn’t see, you imagined;

your eyes would go as far as they could, to the river, say,

and your mind would do the rest—

And if you missed a day, there was always the next,

and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter,

the hills weren’t going anywhere,

the thyme and rosemary kept coming back,

the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—

The streetlight’s off: that’s dawn here.

It’s on: that’s twilight.

Either way, no one looks up. Everyone just pushes ahead,

and the smell of the past is everywhere,

the thyme and rosemary rubbing against your clothes,

the smell of too many illusions—

Between them, the hills and sky took up all the room.

Whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

But eventually the hills will take it back, give it to the animals.

And maybe the moon will send the seas there,

and where we lived will be a stream or river coiling around the base of the hills,

paying the sky the compliment of reflection.

I went back but I didn’t stay.

Everyone I cared about was gone,

some dead, some disappeared into one of those places that don’t exist,

the ones we dreamed about because we saw them from the top of the hills—

I had to see if the fields were still shining,

the sun telling the same lies about how beautiful the world is

when all you need to know of a place is, do people live there.

If they do, you know everything.

The hills are terrible, they hide the truth of the past.

Green in summer, white when the snow falls.

[jewel-pixelheart]

FNAF OC - Samantha Price

Another FNAF OC rework 🎉

Along with Blueberry, Sam was one of my first FNAF OC ever ! I'm proud I got the chance to gave her a new life ✨️

*This version of Sam is only canon to the games and to my own interpretation of the timeline. Her book/graphic novel version will be describe in another post.

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Physical Appearance

Sam is a women in her late twenties. She have hazel eyes and light brown, almost blonde hair. When she is working at Freddy's during the day, she wear the female uniform : a light purple blouse, with her tag name and a purple pencil skirt. She usually tie her hair up in a French twist.

As a Night Guard, she wear another uniform, more practical. She is still wearing a light purple blouse, with black pants, dark boots and a Security cap. Her hair are simply attached in a low ponytail.

Personality

Samantha can be described as this "normal/random" girl working at a restaurant and living a banal life. She don't especially want to drive attention on her, and try to be as discreet as possible. Nevertheless, she is polite and do her best to help customers to enjoy their experience at Freddy's.

Sam loves to take care of people, especially children. When she was with her little sister years ago, she enjoyed spending time with her and inventing games and activities they could do together. She also took care of her grandmother when she moved to her house. While working at Freddy's, Samantha take special care to entertain children, like she did with Lizzy when they were young.

Sam is stubborn but purposeful. Even if she stick to her ideas/goals, she knows when she have to stop or reconsidering her choices/actions. While she was searching for the truth about her sister's disappearance, she learned how to be carefull and discreet in order to get informations she needs. Even tho, sometimes she can be too clumsy and nosy, which can get her into troubles.

Appearances

Samantha Price was born on September 1967. She was rised by her mother and grandmother, since her father left them when she was still a baby. When she was 7 yo, her mother fell in love with another man. In 1979, they had a daughter together named Elizabeth Gibson, Sam' step sister.

Sam and Lizzy were inseparable. Even if they didn't have the same age, Sam loves to take care of her little sister. Unfortunately a terrible event will separate them forever. In 1985, while Sam's family was dining at Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, Lizzy along with other kids disappeared.

Months after the incident, Sam will leave her home town to live with her grandmother. Her parents were not able to take care of her anymore, her family was falling apart from this tragedy.

After the death of her grandmother, and years after the missing children incident at Freddy's, Sam decided to come back to the restaurant and discover what truly happened to Lizzy in 1985.

Now in 1993, Sam is working at Freddy's for more then 2 years. But the arrival of her new colleague, Mike Schmidt will change her routine. Together, their going to discover what really happened at Freddy's years ago...

Will they survive this terrible experience ?

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