#f2f: oh that's a mess

[irisbleufic]

Hi iris, I love your iwtv fics and thanks for still telling us stories every day even though everything went to hell this week. I’m here to pitch you smth that you totally don’t have to do but which I’m desperate to see- namely the Harvey Milk interview that Daniel has scheduled at the time your just-finished 1973 story ends! It wouldn’t have to be the whole interview, even just a scene where they’re wrapping it p. They only interact on the phone in your story, but I so, so want to see them f2f!

Anon, thanks so much for letting me know you’re enjoying the stories. I rarely stop writing just because the day-to-day gets rough, as those are the times I need storytelling most, and I’m sure lots of you do, too. It’s not to say taking breaks isn’t important, but getting myself to do that is difficult. I prefer to stay busy.

As for what you’re asking here: oh, I knew this was going to come up. I’ve been nagging myself about it, too, because the phone interactions alone left me regretting that I ended it without a face-to-face. When is a cameo no longer a cameo? I so rarely push historical figure appearances in to major-character territory, and I feel like I’m borderlining it with this one. He’s…okay, fuck, he’s worth it, though, who am I kidding.

So, okay, you’ve convinced me I can probably add one more chapter to “Trade the Game You Know for Shelter” and still have it feel like the chapter I currently have sitting as the ending chapter was meant to be a penultimate one. Plus, plus—if I add one more chapter at 3,000 words, that means I can kick it up to 40,000 even, and my gremlin brain is going to be happy about that word count. Hey, anon, you can walk away from this negotiation feeling proud of yourself.

(Downside: Caldera boys get blocked another day or two, and I get sarcastic commentary at the back of my head. Hey, guys, how about telling your younger selves to stop being so fascinating? That’s how we got into this mess.)

[batsplat]

could you say that marc is the best flag to flag pilot, at least in modern motogp?

idk if it's recency bias or what but I just rewatched misano 2015 and brno 2017 and like beyond his actual skill in the wet (which I think is pretty up there) honda and him usually nailed the strategy i think

misano 2014 was obv not great bc he came in too late but I think on the whole

oh yeah, it's not particularly close. and 'modern motogp' is in this case a completely unnecessary caveat! f2f was only introduced in 2005 as a more tv-friendly format and the first f2f race was phillip island 2006. until 2015, there's not like... any real patterns amongst the winners - and generally they're rare enough that you can't draw that many conclusions from who's winning them. marc's first f2f is technically phillip island 2013, which wasn't a weather-related bike switch but did of course feature the notable team fuck up that got him disqualified and could have cost him the title. then it's aragon 2014 where he fucks it and crashes because he didn't switch bikes when he should have, yes. but after that, the record's flawless: wins misano 2015, argentina 2016 (also a tyre-related bike swap), sachsenring 2016, brno 2017 - the full set until 2021. I do have another ask sitting in my drafts sent well before misano, which requires a longer response because it's about what makes a rider good or bad at f2f... so I'll go into more detail there. for now, yes there's a little bit of luck involved in some of these wins, a gamble or two that paid off because his race wasn't actually going all that great until he swapped bikes, but it's a record that kinda speaks for itself. it also probably speaks for itself that I spent much of the season pre-aragon attempting to singlehandedly manifest rain clouds. representative sample included here of my dispassionate analysis of the situation:

which made me initially quite irritable when the rain showed up at the race after aragon, but that's neither here nor there. anyway, I will go into this in a little more detail for that other ask, but I do think it's the f2f format specifically that suits marc. it's just those specific conditions where it's not wet wet but kinda slippery and gross where he really thrives - which of course you also see with stuff like his affinity for low grip conditions in general. plus, he developed a knack for picking the correct strategies in this genre of races. his record in proper wet races is significantly worse... if I had to make a list of the best wet weather riders this century, a few names would sneak ahead (dovi, casey and valentino being the obvious picks, and some of those riders were..... not so great at f2f). here's the comparison:

so yup - he's not a bad wet weather rider by any stretch of the imagination, but it's the type of mess thrown up by f2f where he really thrives. neat skill to have

[jbjonesxdomme]

Red Ass in Venice | F2F | JB and Delilah

Who: JB Jones and Delilah Jones @delilahjanepierce Where: Venice hotel room When: At some point during the trip Triggers: Spanking, no other triggers known.

JB and Delilah had been teasing eachother all day via text, and JB knew that Roman has spent a lot of the morning teasing Delilah with the vibrator in her ass through the app on his phone. But the time JB and Delilah found some time alone that night, Delilah was a dripping mess. JB hadn't let her cum since before they came to Venice, and she was trying to decide if she'd let her while they were in Italy. There was something fun about an orgasm in every country. While she pondered, she called Delilah's naked body into the room. JB had already laid a cane, clamps, Delilah's favorite suction cup dildo, wooden paddle, crop and belt on the bed next to her as she sat on the edge of it. "Come, baby doll," she moaned thickly, "Time to lay over Daddy's lap and make that ass bright red." @jaybird

Her thighs had been trembling all day. Sir Ro had driven her insane with the toy in her ass, leaving her even more of a wet mess than she had been previously. After some time out in the sun - where several people looked at the mess between her thighs with interest - she was back in the room, struggling to think about anything but her need to be touched. Delilah practically teleported into the bedroom, moaning in relief when she saw what was laid out for her. "Oh Daddy, thank you," she breathed, hurrying to lay over JB's thighs, popping her ass up perfectly as a target.

JB smirked, "That's my good girl. Hope you're ready. I wasn't kidding. It's going to hurt to sit," she teased, running her palm over Delilah's perfect ass, tapping the plug still deeply inside her. "You know he gave my phone permission to play with this too, right?" she teased, before giving a quick slap of the girl's ass. "You're going to be polite, aren't you baby doll? You're going to remember your manners and be grateful Daddy is giving this ass so much attention?" Quick, hard slaps of her hand echoed off the walls, one on each cheek.

She squirmed at the touch, whimpering when the plug moved inside her. "I know - he texted me about it,' she whined. A loud moan fell from her lips at the first hint of pain. "I promise, Daddy, I promise I'll be good," she whined out, her aching core already dripping over her Domme's lap.

She smirked, silently enjoying Roman and Delilah talking together, even if it was about ways to torture Delilah herself. JB continued to smack her hand hard against Delilah's ass, alternating cheeks with each one. By the time she had adminstered about six on each side, Delilah's flesh was starting to pink and swell a bit. She could feel the girl's wetness puddle on her lap. "Say 'thank you Daddy'," she hummed, rubbing her hot skin. She picked up the crop, holding it high on the handle. She gave a quick crack of it, watching the leather strap slap Delilah's ass, then repeated on the other cheek.

The sweet bite of pain was everything she needed. it both ramped up and took the edge off of her need, muting the ache between her thighs for the delicious sting dancing across her ass. "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you," she breathed, one hand clutching to JB's calf, the other to the bed. Delilah let out a sharp cry for the first crack of the crop, her body trembling all over as the heat of it sank under her skin. "Feels so good, Daddy, love when you hurt me like this," she whimpered blissfully, wiggling her hips in a silent plea for more.

JB growled, the sadist in her bubbling through her body and out her hand. She delivered more cracks of the crop, hard and fast, peppering Delilah's ass with marks of a deeper pink. Delilah's body rubbed against JB's lap with each movement, leaving more and more of a wetness as they continued. "That's a good girl," she moaned between strikes and Delilah's cries and whimpers. She lifted Delilah from her lap and rose to her feet. She snuck a quick kiss ot the top of Delilah's head, "Bend over the bed, ass out, feet spread apart," she ordered, picking up the paddle.

Delilah was lost in the haze of pain, whining and nearly sobbing in turn with each crack of the whip on her ass. And yet, she only felt her need consume her even more, head spinning deliciously in the way she loved to sink into. She rose on wobbly legs when JB lifted her, smiling for the sweet kiss - her Daddy loved her so much - before bending over as ordered. "Does your needy pussy look pretty for you, Daddy?" she asked, tilting her hips up to put her aching cunt on display.

"Of course it does. My pussy should always look pretty," she said, watching as Delilah tilted her hips, the glistening wet lips and swollen clit obvious to the Domme. She hummed as she stood to the side of Delilah, the paddle pressed against her ass. She swung and cracked the paddle across her entire ass evenly. She waited a moment, enjoying the reaction of the other girl before winding up for another crack, then a third and a forth. Delilah's ass was bright red at this point, and JB could feel the heat of the angry skin when she ran her hand over the flesh. She slipped her fingers between Delilah's folds with a hard moan, "Mmm, you love it when Daddy hurts you, don't you, babydoll?"

JB's response had her giggling, only to have the sound shift to a shriek when the paddle came down on her throbbing ass. Arousal pulsed through her, and she could feel the thick drip of her juices down her thigh, another gush following with each crack of the paddle on her ass. Delilah whined, clutching onto the sheets to keep from arching back into the touch to her aching cunt. "Yes, Daddy, feels so good when you hurt your doll," she moaned shakily.

She loved everything about how Delilah reacted - her moans, her cries, the way her body jumped and shook the higher the pressure built. "Good girl," she hummed, removing her hand and administering 5 more hard cracks of the heavy paddle. Delilah's skin was screaming, and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. JB turned behind them to a coffee table, placing the suction cup dildo securely on top of it. "C'mon babydoll," she encouraged, helping Delilah stand and make their way over to the table. JB helped Delilah perch herself on the table and lower her body until the cock was deeply stuffed inside her needy pussy. "How's that feel, doll?" she asked, grabbing Delilah's favorite decorated nipple clamps and pinching one to each nipple, and a third to the girl's swollen clit.

The pain didn't even feel like pain anymore. Just heat and pleasure and delicious sensation she would always crave more of. Her legs were weak, and she was glad for JB's help in moving over to mount the toy. Her bleary blue eyes fixed on the Domme, mouth dropping open on a moan as the toy pushed into her. "So good, Daddy, love taking cock for you," she breathed. She squirmed slightly as the clips fastened to her nipples, a strained moan bursting out for the squeeze of a third on her clit. "Did you want me to move, Daddy?" she asked, her thighs tight to try to keep still.

"I know you do. You take cock so well, dollface," she hummed as Delilah moaned and whimpered, settling the toy deep inside her. JB shook her head as she put the cane in her hand. "Not yet," she said, "we're going to practice some self control. I want your cheeks all the way down on to the coffee table. You wiggle or start to ride that cock, and I'm going to cane your tits. Understand? We'll see where we're at in 10 minutes," she said, putting on a timer.

She couldn't help but whine softly, managing to keep the sound from turning too bratty. She ached to move - but Daddy didn't want her to, so she would do her best to obey. "Will you - make pretty patterns on them, Daddy?" she asked, always here for the aesthetic of their play as much as the sensations.

JB raised a brow as Delilah reacted, though kept the smile strong across her face. "Well of course I would, but the whole point is notto get struck with the cane, silly doll," she smiled, running the cane gently across the tits absently.

Her nose crinkled and she giggled, the clamps bouncing gently with the action. "Oh right. I forgot, Daddy," she said with a cheeky smile.

"mmhmm," she hummed in a 'i don't believe you for a moment' kind of way. She watched closely, for Delilah to move, but also just to watch her. She had the most beautiful body JB had ever laid eyes on and it was hard not to stare for too long.

Delilah would never get tired of the way JB looked at her. She rested her hands on her thighs and arched her chest slightly, putting her tits on perfect display. On top of everything else, the heat in her Domme's gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help the way she wriggled ever so slightly, sending the clamps in a gentle bounce on her chest and clit.

"No wiggling," Jb reminded Delilah, cracking the cane against both tits, just above the clamped nipples. "You've still got six minutes. No moving, no wiggling, no fucking," she reminded again.

She couldn't deny that the crack of the cane against her tits was exactly what she wanted, her scream high and tight and followed by a moan. "Yes - yes, Daddy," she panted out, digging her nails into her thighs to try to keep still.

"Good girl," she moaned, continuing to absently run the cane against her breasts, and right over her sensitive, clamped tits.

Delilah was breathing hard in her effort to stay still. Her nipples were firm and swollen, so sensitive from her arousal and the clamps. Every trip of the cane over the buds made her whimper, but she fought not to move, despite the way her cunt dripped around the thick toy buried inside of her.

The timer went off and JB offered a bright smile, "That's my good girl," she moaned, running her fingers along the side of Delilah's face. "Does my doll want to fuck that cock now?" she asked, words thick pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She leaned into the touch, turning her head to lick and kiss at her Domme's fingers. "Thank you Daddy," she moaned softly. Her eyes widened and she nodded. "Please Daddy, yes, please?" Her toes curled tight to keep from moving until given the permission she needed.

"Just wait," she said, pulling up her phone and setting up an Only Fans live. "There we go. Should we show your fans how red your ass is first?" she asked, going behind Delilah and helping her lift up, ass bright red and already starting to bruise. "I made our favorite girl cry with this one," she said, mostly to the camera and she snuck in one more crack of her hand. "Alright, dollface, you've been such a good girl. Go a head, fuck that cock like a good little whore."

Delilah giggled as JB set up their OF Live, wiggling her fingers in a wave to the camera. She whimpered, lifting to show off her red and bruised ass, squawking as JB spanked the sensitive skin more. "Daddy!" She let out a relieved sigh, and started to bounce on the toy, her arms crossed under her ample tits to keep them pushed together. "Oh god, Daddy, it feels so good," Delilah moaned raggedly, her head falling back slightly.

"How good, dollface?" she asked behind the scenes, panning around to get the best shots of Delilah's face, tits, and her pussy going in and out of the thick toy. "And how does that ass feel, hitting that table over and over?"

"So fucking good, Daddy, but not as - mm, as good as yours," she whined. "It hurts so good, feels like your paddle!" Delilah's back arched, hands clutching to her sides as she moved, struggling to keep her balance.

"Look at you, you'll keep hurting yourself just to feel a cock inside you, hmm?" she teased, moved the camera for a close up of Delilah's face, slipping her thumb into her girl's mouth. "Just like that little whore. We all love watching you ride a nice cock." She got a few more angles from the camera, lowering it along with her hand to rub against the clamp on Delilah's clit, jiggling it, pulling it, listening to the beautiful reactions and watching Delilah drip against the cock.

Delilah nodded frantically. She would do anything at this point to feel a cock inside of her, filling her up. Her lips closed around JB's thumb, hungry for any taste of her Miss. She couldn't help but smile at the compliment - only to scream a moment later when JB started playing with the clamp. "Daddy!" she whined loudly, feeling her thighs begin to shake, her body moving frantically along the toy inside her.

"What is it babydoll?" she teased, rubbing the clamp against her needy clit again, watching the girl come completely unglued as she fucked herself against the table. "Use your words."

She whimpered, furrowing her eyebrows as she struggled to form words. It was so hard when she was like this. "Daddy, I can't - I," she broke off, a soft sob spilling from her lips.

JB looked over Delilah's sweaty, blissed out face. And yes, she loved nothing more than when Delilah cried. But there was a fine line to be towed so she put her hand on Delilah's shoulder. "Color, doll," she asked, the pressure on Delilah's shoulder a sign to slow down.

Delilah shuddered, taking a moment to gulp in a breath and try to calm herself - and to head off the guilt she couldn't help but feel when JB had to check in with her during a scene like this. "Green, Daddy, but words - they're h-hard when I'm like this," she whispered haltingly, each word taking a massive amount of effort.

"Ok," she agreed softly, massaging Delilah's shoulder softly, "That's okay, let's slow down, just for a second," she promised. "Breathe deep with me. Three good ones," she said, breathing deep along with her. "There we go. Do you want to continue, or do you need to stop?"

She sniffled, reaching out to hold onto JB as she took her breaths, the air coming out in a shuddering heave. It took her a moment to think about what she needed, blue eyes wet and cloudy as she looked to her Domme. "I don't want to stop but I don't know h-how much longer I can go without d-disobeying," she whispered.

JB nodded again, "Good girl for being honest with me," she said softly, pressing a kiss to her head. "That's okay. Are you afraid you're going to cum without my permission? Or is it getting to hard to ride the toy?" she asked for clarification.

"The first one," she said as quickly as she could, both arms wrapping around JB to bury her face in her Domme's chest. "Everything is too good, Daddy, but I don't want to be bad."

"You could never be bad, dollface," she promised, holding Delilah close to her chest, her arms tightly around her. "Even if you came without permission, we both know it would never be on purpose, and we'd do the correction and move on, right?" she clarified softly. "Do you want to cum today? Or do you want to wait?"

Delilah shook her head. She'd never deliberately cum without permission, ever. "Right," she wihspered, sniffing again. "I - if you want me to, Daddy, I want to, but I want it to be just for you," she added in a small voice.

"Your orgasms are always just for me," she winked, another kiss to Delilah's forehead as she picked the phone back up. "That's all for now, degenerates. Stay tuned, maybe I'll let her cum for you one of these days," she said with a wink and disconnected the live. She remained close to Delilah, crouching down in front of her and placing her hands against Delilah's thighs. "Alright, dollface," she hummed, rubbing her thighs and looking up at her girl. "Start riding again. Wait until I get to zero. Ten.....nine.....eight," she continued in a slow but steady rhythm. "Two.....one.....Cum, doll."

She giggled softly at that and nodded, feeling much better as JB got up to end their live. She wiggled her fingers in a wave to their viewers, then happily focused on her Domme. Delilah held onto her shoulders lightly, moaning low, the toy making the most erotic noises as she bounced on it. The countdown had her squirming, her breath coming quicker and her hips moving faster. The weight of the clamps wiggling on her tits and clit had her whining, whimpering until finally JB gave her the order. A broken cry fell from her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks as she came hard, sobbing out the relief and pleasure of being allowed to fall over the edge.

JB watched, just watched as Delilah completely came apart. She stayed in front of her so Delilah could use JB's body for balance. Her moans and cries elevated the room and JB couldn't tear her eyes away. She smiled at the tears racing down her cheeks, from relief, from pain, from frustration - all equally beautiful. "That's my girl," she chuckled as Delilah continued to cum, finally starting to slow down from her insane high. "Good girl," she hummed, "That's such a good girl for me."

Shaking wildly, Delilah clung to JB, her hips still moving without thinking on the toy, the action more of a reflex than anything else. "Your girl, Daddy, always your girl, forever," she whimpered back, nuzzling against her Domme's soft hair.

JB smile, rubbing Delilah's back as she tried to settle against her back. "Yes, always, forever, and then some," she promised softly. JB helped Delilah off the toy, removed the clamps and craddled the blonde in her arms. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get you patched up," she smiled. She carried Delilah to bed again, laying her onto her stomach softly. She grabbed her favorite cream and generously lathered it over the screaming skin of Delilah's ass. "How are you feeling, dollface?"

She curled into JB's embrace, content to let her take care of her now. She didn't think she would be able to walk anyway with how shaky her legs felt. Sighing, she snuggled down into the bed, letting out a little hum of relief as the cream hit her skin. "M'good, Daddy. Really good. It hurts but I like the hurt," Delilah mumbled, wiggling her hips slightly, a bit of sass still lingering.

JB smirked as Delilah wiggled her bright red and bruised ass at the Domme's focus. "Mmhmm, because you like it when Daddy hurts you, don't you, Dollface?" she teased, her free and dry hand roaming up to her blonde hair, running her fingers against Delilah's scalp.

Delilah giggled softly. "I do, Daddy. I love when you hurt me and use me like a dirty whore, but then you take care of me and snuggle me and everything just feels amazing," she sighed happily, her voice lazy and warm as exhaustion began to creep in.

JB double checked Delilah's ass was completely saturated with the cream and the skin starting to drink it up. She smiled as the very sated and sleepy face. "You ready for a nap, dollface?" she asked, happy to cuddle up next to her girl.

She nodded, making half hearted grabby hands for JB. "Come snuggle, Daddy," she mumbled cutely, already half asleep.

[nycmess]

I can't believe Graham hasn't tweeted anything about the rampant shit-talking on F2F. Do you think he even knows about it?

Oh, he definitely knows. Molly is watching the show from what I've heard and there's no way she didn't mention it to him. I'm sure we'll hear about it soon enough. Lord knows that boy can't help but get involved in any mess that comes near him.

[charlie-fabray]

We'll have to wait for Spring, but I'm definitely down!!

----------F2F-----------

"Oh, not bad so much as just stressful and honestly I do it to myself. You should probably feel sorry for Sir Ivan. He's had to deal with it," Charlie said with a chuckled. Hewas happy to let Kyle hug him as long as he wanted. He was a big fan of hugging himself and was truly grateful that after what happened out in the quad, he felt comfortable with the hug. He'd have hated if he'd ruined this. "Okay, but fair warning I'm no cook." He quickly decided to put together some nachos. It was hard to mess those up. Pulling out the chips, cheese, avocados, and everything else he needed while looking Kyle over. "So, you had a bad week? If you want you could definitely talk about that. What's up?"

Okay, let's go tulip picking!

----------F2F-----------

"Did you have a bad week, too?" He hoped not, but he knew how sometimes things just became overwhelming. "I did, but I wouldn't say no to some food." He was a foodie after all, and was curious about Charlie's cooking. Kyle let the hug go on for a couple seconds longer. He realized how much he needed that as he pulled back, smiling at his close friend. He wondered if Ivan and Charlie knew how much he appreciated them. When he was having a difficult time, they were the first people he wanted to turn to. "By the way, I could keep talking."

[hyfdanielle-archive]

Oh That’s A Mess → Granielle

It was cutting it close to dinner time and Danielle had almost finished with what was on the menu for tonight. Tonight was all about comfort food and the brunette had made a few small fares. Already things were slowly coming together and she was able to walk away from the kitchen now to see what her family was doing. Everyone seemed to be gathered in the living room of the Vancouver apartment--and by everyone, she could see her daughter and four dogs playing about while the television was on for background noise--and her smile that grew from seeing Alison and the puppies playing about only managed to grow when the dogs’ tails wagged near her. “Be careful guys”, the brunette started out, letting out a laugh when she would sit down next to her husband and son.

“Aren’t you a handsome one like your daddy”, she bent down, cooing at Matty for a few moments. Her fingers were brushing along the infant’s cheek, trying to goad the little one into opening his mouth and mumble a few sounds if he could--but what caught her by surprise would be the wind that brushed her hair into her face. Her eyes widened slightly and she turned to her husband in confusion. “What just happened?” @theflashgrant

[heedmywarnings]

My dear creation

(Wow new sagau fic)

The ignorance never bothered you, your family members neglected you. You were merely a black lamb in a crowd of white sheeps. You are the shadow of what light your family illuminates in their grace.

You grew up fast, you were just two hundred years old when you mastered the Art of Creation, five hundred thirty when you learned to conduct Celestial magic. You were a child, but to mortals you are a God.

One fateful day, you enjoyed the ambiance of your little room 'till someone knocked at your door, "Come in" you said, curious to might who was the first person in your life to knock at your door.

It was your sister. During the creation of a new world, the Gods and people rebelled against her cruel tyranny. It was too perfect for your sister to throw away so she gave it to you, wondering hoe messed up you could make the world in its already messed up state.

Oh how ecstatic you were, you asked your sister if she wa serious for maybe twenty times before she dismissed herself, unable to hold the urge to roll her eyes at you. But you didn't care.

You descended to the world to that was give to you, and oh dear... it was bad. Fires, chaos, and blood. Mortals and Gods fighting for the throne all stopped when they saw your light radiate throughout the entirety of Teyvat, this wasn't the cruel light your sister raided, instead, a warm and gentle light caressed their faces.

They quickly deduced, a God, not their creator, but a God who they can truly devote themselves to has descended onto the grounds of Teyvat. But you were a bit late, seven Gods had already made their seat on the throne. Fighting for a seat to be an Archon, how interesting.

Regardless of the brutal ending of a war you had just witnessed, you had assisted the people of Teyvat rebuild their homes. Small hust turned to small villages, to larger villages, and to a city. Which brings modern Teyvat.

Watching from afar, it excites you knowing that this was your doing. Teyvat continues to prosper, Fontaine creates gadgets and wares that would spread across the nations.

You were sitting on a little hill watching the seven nations strive, when suddenly two golden stars lit the night sky, it glided past you, taking your attention away from the cities.

Oh how it piqued your curiosity, what is a falling star doing in Teyvat? Maybe it's the first time you saw one, but a golden one? And theirs two as well. Eh, maybe it's just a rare occurrence, later on, you hoped that you checked it out sooner.

"The God.. took away my sister" you heard Aether say, though you are not there physically, you embraced Aether from the back, your warming precense making Aether curios of the sudden change of temperature, but it was not an unwelcome feeling. He hopes that this feeling will stay with him to the stary and to the end of his journey.

Author's note

Ujsushsh, sorry for not posting part eight of my other sagau series, I've been braindead and writing what my brain thought of to post on Tumblr. I only have a few days left 'till I have f2f class, and I am not mentally prepared D: (quite literally forgot the multiplication table, division, fraction and all sorts of the math concepts) I'll try to stay updated as much as you can and your comments never fail to put a smile on my face ;)

10/25/22 update

Why the fuck do I have one tag in this post💀

[ixiablogs]

A special night (f2f)

Ixia arrives in a space on the surface, looking around with a smile. He was here with Spade and Brio some time ago... its still pretty as ever.

- Speaking of Spade, the sometimes a skeleton, most of the time a cat monster rears his fluffy face when he sees Ixia. He gives him a grin. 

"hey, bout time you showed up!"

- Ixia smiled sheepishly, putting away the device that let him come here to begin with. 

 "oh, leave me alone im still getting used to working this thing... so, uh, where'd you wanna go again?"

- Spade grins and gestures for Ixia to follow him as he turns and starts walking through this quaint, almost fantasy style town. He leads them to a bar, a little bit busy at this time of night, but not too crowded. 

 "i came back to this line when we hung out and found this place and man, their drinks are super good. they also got food if you dont wanna get trashed."

- Ixia blinks in surprise, humming for a bit as he thinks it over. Last time he got drunk with someone... oh but, no, he has a way to get home and a place thats safe to get back to. It'll be fine. 

"i! think i could use a few drinks, honestly, neheh..."

- Spade's expressions softens a little bit and he nods. 

 "yeah, i totally get that. c'mon." 

 He leads them inside and takes a look around before heading to one of the booths closer to the bar, taking a seat on one end and watching Ixia sit opposite of him. There's two little drink menus on the table they can look through at their leisure. 

 "so... how you been doin? im sorry i kinda.. suck at talkin to ya.”

- "oh, no its okay. im not much better either, hehh...." 

 He picks up one of the menus, flipping through it. 

 "uhm, well... i've been doing okay! i think.. i think ever since i left my home, i've been doing better. it is... weird adjusting though, eheh. the longer im away from home, the more i realize that.... i forgot how to be a person. i forgot how to talk to people.... after all, when you re-live the same week or so over and over and over it... it messes up your head...." 

 Wow, he hasnt even had any drinks yet. Feeling extra vulnerable today he guesses...

- Blink blink. Yeah that! Kinda came outta left field, but Spade's not gonna judge. He just listens and nods along, letting out a little sigh. 

 "i know it aint so easy but you really should just loosen up... i mean, aint no one gonna bite you if you just. talk to them, or just talk online and see who might wanna talk back. you'll be okay though yeah? i think you'll be okay."

-- Ixia blinks at the other, giving him a sheepish grin. 

��"eheh, yeah, i guess you're right...."

-- They exchange meaningless small talk for the next.. however long. They browse and order drinks, Spade talking about which are his favorite, Ixia admiring all the different colors and there were some that glowed?? Wowie.

-- "you knowwwww..." 

Ixia's speech is finally starting to loosen as he finishes his current drink, twirling the glass around. "i rreally like this place.... and not like, just the bar! nyeheh.... this like, town, its so... cute an pretty an nice.... wasp showed me one line, an... an sure it was nice but... mmn.. i might ask pippap about building me a house here...."

-- Spade's ears twitch up curiously. 

 "ooh yeah? sounds pretty nice t'me, and hey, you do whatever's gonna make ya happiest right?" He smiles, warm and friendly.

-- Oh,, he doesnt know why, but It feels like his soul's fluttering a little.

 "mmneheh, yeah! yeah i guess thats true.... i'll hafta do some looking around myself though, i havent seen much of this place actually, an i think it'd be nice..."

-- He chuckles a little, tail idly swishing about. 

 "well hey, maybe sometime when we aint so sloshed, we can go 'splorin round the place. scope out somewhere you might want a house... what kinda house you thinkin of anyhow?"

-- "what, kind? uh... ohh, i guess i havent thought of it much... some kinda, big spacious... cute... oh! oh i'd love to have a nice garden all around... mmm... a big living room, with a fire place.... and a nice kitchen so i can try making my own meals, neheh...." 

 He gets this whistful look on his face as he thinks more about it, losing himself in his thoughts.

-- Spade idly sips at his drink as he watches and listens, a warm feeling in his chest, along with a pained one. 

 "...god, i forgot how cute you could be...." 

 A beat, then a blink. His face flushes red. Shit shit he didnt meant to...

-- Ixia pauses for a second too before giggling, covering his face with one of his hands. 

 "pffnyehheh heh... oh, stop it...."

-- Oh, it was. Well received? His face relaxes, and he goes back to smiling loosely. 

 "hehh, what? its true.... you've always had such a cute face, such a cute laugh...." 

 He idly slides a hand across the table, facing upwards as if to ask for a hand in return. 

 "those are some of the things i really like about you...."

-- Ixia's face flushes more, and his soul flutters harder. Seeing the hand offered to him, he.. hesitates for a moment before placing his own hand on top, both moving in almost sync so their fingers can lace together. He casts his gaze downwards, his expression dropping a little.

 "..dont you mean 'liked'....?"

-- Spade looks Ixia in the eyes, his expression relaxed, but also.. serious. 

 "no," He squeezes Ixia's bony hand. "i mean what i said."

-- His chest tightens and he squeezes Spade's hand back in turn. 

 "but i... im not the same person to you, right?... not anymore...."

-- Spade shrugs a little bit. 

 "i mean, sure, if you wanna get all technical. you're younger, went through less shit, and you even look a little different, but...." 

 He tries to think for a moment, looking at Ixia through half focused eyes, pupils razor thin almost. 

 "that dont mean nothin to me... if you wanna change yer name, change yer whole life, i'd fall for ya again and again, regardless."

-- That look itself is enough to send shivers up his spine, and the words... almost enough to tear his soul apart. Especially when he thinks back to everything Wasp's told him in regard to... to his situation. But those last words... its like Spade kicked open the flood gates, cause he cant hold back his tears.

-- Spade releases Ixia's hand only to come around to his booth and sit next to him, embracing him and holding him tight. 

 "its okay.... just let it all out."

-- Ixia hiccups as he tries to hold back his sobs but when Spade sits next to him and wraps those arms around him he just cant help but bury his face against his chest and just cry. So much pent up emotion finally gets to be released... all his confusion, all his pain, all his doubts. After a few minutes of this, Ixia finds himself feeling a little lighter than when they came in. He sniffles, still as close to Spade as he can possibly be, his head tucked against his chest. 

 "w.. will.. will y-you st.. stay with me?...."

-- Spade nuzzles the top of that skull, a low purr rumbling in his chest and throat. 

 "if you want me to, then yea. i will."

-- Ixia sniffles and nods a little, nuzzling against Spade's chest (and also wiping some of those tears away in the process). When he feels relaxed enough to pull away he lets out a shaky sigh, rubbing at his face. 

 "i... i really am sorry it.. its just been so hard and you, you just... treat me like, well, me an thats... thats all i wanted.... thats all i want...."

-- Spade watches him intently, his tail lightly thumping against the booth. When Ixia finishes talking he reaches out and holds one of his hands again, lacing their fingers together, rubbing his thumb idly against the other’s hand. 

 "its okay... you're okay." He offers him a little smile. "whatsay we get a few more rounds in before we head out. you look like you need em."

-- Ixia sniffles and blushes as Spade laces their fingers together again, managing a little smile in return. 

 "y.. yeah, okay... sounds good to me...." 

 And they do just that, Spade staying next to Ixia all the while as they go through more drinks and even more small talk, but this time... this time, the closeness makes it all the more special. Thats what Ixia thinks at least.

They spend hours together before finally they part ways, both of them knowing their goodbyes wont last for very long. Not now, not after that night. 

[woefulwendy-blog]

Home For The Holidays || Blaine/Wendy F2F

Wendy: hadn't been feeling herself lately. Part of it was lying to Danny made her feel trapped and guilty, no matter how many times Danny told her he understood why she couldn't tell him yet. Part of it was everything that had happened since Carter came into the picture. Having to tell Carter her secret had really messed with her mind. She figured that was no surprise, everyone saw how much it messed with her when she'd had to tell Kane, but this time was worse, because this time she couldn't go right away and talk it out. She couldn't go to Danny to talk it out right away because at that time she didn't have permission to share Carter's secret, and she couldn't go to Blaine to talk it out right away because he still thought Carter was Cooper at the time. She just had to bottle it up and let it eat at her. A few weeks later and there she was, feeling upset and out of place and having no one she could really talk to about it which only made it all much worse than it actually was because it was just stuck there inside of her. At least Carter had finally given her permission to tell Danny, so that was one weight off her shoulders. She'd do it when they got to the hotel and they could be alone. Laying on her bed with her head hanging over the edge, she played her guitar singing along to one of her most recent songs, I Will Be Enough, when she heard the door open. Probably Danny finishing his shower and coming to hang out with her. "That was fast." she said before looking up and realizing it was actually Blaine. "Oh, hi!" she said as she set her guitar down so she could sit up.

[savevsfacemelt]

Big Dungeon Energy - Robots & Rune-magic

We return once again to our time-loop dungeon of magical bullshit.

Will our heroes solve the problem once and for all this session?

(Spoiler: no, but they had a good time anyway.)

The session writeup is in the usual place; drink in the details and then become the Dragonborn and explore an open world read on past these totally ordinary pictures of standing stones that definitely aren’t taken from a popular video game or anything like that.

Good artists borrow; great artists steal.

--

I’m slowly learning that online play has a different feel - and more importantly, a different pace - to F2F play. If we were back playing in the pub (oh god I miss going to pubs), I’d be a bit frustrated that we only explored two dungeon rooms in the session. Now I’m a lot more comfortable with it, and that’s because I can see that the players are a lot more comfortable with a slower pace. It’s giving them the chance to ask more questions (which is necessary because information is easier to miss over Discord), debate options with each other (necessary because the reduction in information makes them a little less confident in taking action) and just stuff about for a bit with their friends (necessary because we all desperately miss each other). While I pitched this as a faster and more urgent game, that was back in The Before Times; this is the level that’s working now, and I’m going to play along.

In saying all that, the team also spent a good chunk of time in the artillery bay bit, just watching the robots (and watching me struggle to describe the space), before deciding to leave it all alone and move on. The PCs would have understood this scene better, and likely made very different decisions about it, if they’d come up a different way - but they didn’t, and so it was all a bit of a headscratcher that ate up more attention than it deserved. I’ve got a rationale for every room in the tower, but that’s only visible to me, and I don’t really know whether the more mysterious elements are intriguing to the players or just a bit baffling. That said, a couple of them expressed an interest in seeing my notes after this arc is done, so that they could see the bigger picture and how I made it all work, so I guess I’m going something right.

(my notes are mostly a mess of disconnected bullet points and the phrases ‘I dunno, reasons’ and ‘magical bullshit’ scattered around like punctuation)

My main concern this session was that we had such a long scene focused heavily on one character (Saga), with everyone else on the sidelines. With such a narrow scope, and considering previous discussions about wanting more PC-to-PC scenes, I worried the other players would be bored. But they... loved it? One said that she really enjoyed just watched, fretting and think Oh no don’t touch that! as the action played out. That’s fascinating, and makes me wonder if I’ve been thinking the wrong way about managing PC spotlight time. I assumed that a PC-on-their own scene is just the same as a PC-taking-all-the-focus-in-the-group scene - but perhaps not. I’m going to have to think about that and try some experiments. Although not for a while, because the next sessions promises to be a separate-spotlights-for-everyone scene and I don’t know how I’m gonna manage any of that.

Runes! They’re a minor/cosmetic thing in regular 13th Age and a big freakin’ deal in this campaign! Witness the impact that a character’s One Unique Thing has upon worldbuilding/customisation! And witness a GM struggling to make them part of a coherent whole, then just making Skyrim references!

...but Saga hugged the giant’s severed head and we all felt feelings so it worked out okay in the end

[matthewwilliamstga]

gigisubsterling​:

F2F: MATT/GIGI

This…Is this yours? Thank you, for this. It’s…I appreciate it, Sir. Oh? Alright. I’ll keep that in mind, then. Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you- this time. I’m feeling generous tonight. Just…’Fine’? I’m okay I guess. This is weird, but judging by everything else, it seems like one hell of a way to make a point. I don’t know. It’s a lot but…I don’t know. I assume you want me kneeling?

Yes, it’s mine. So just don’t... spill anything on it, I guess. You know how I feel about messes. Good girl. Because I don’t need to remind you what happened last time. I doubt Alina would mind bringing those ‘festivities’ back over here with her, and truth be told, it would be just as entertaining now as it was then. Yeah, you’re not wrong there. I’d heard about this hacking stuff from a few different people, and I saw the message at the ball when that screen short circuited. Just doesn’t make much sense, and I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t... unnerving. Not scary, just unnerving. Just know, you’re safe here. That’s, at least, one luxury you can enjoy in your position. I consider it my job to protect you while you’re in my care. Yeah, come kneel for me. Good girl.

[khexixarchive-blog]

HEAVEN / KARTER & LEVI / F2F

he had messed up.  oh boy had he messed up.  he said he wasn’t gay. who was he lying to? himself or levi? the answer was both. he needed to think of a way to get him back, to get him back to be...  HIS, or at least be his best friend again. he wanted to do something, leave an impact on levi, make him take him back. 

he was an ass and it was all he could think about as he laid back in his bed, eyes glued to the ceiling as his harsh words just kept playing through his head. he was trying to convince himself he was good without him. that he was straight. not gay. he had even slept with levi’s sister a couple of times plus that one weston chick. hands reach up to cover his face as he lets a loud sigh pass his lips. he needed to do something to rectify this but he didn’t know what.

until it hit him. he was watching an old movie with his dad the other night where the main protagonist tried to win back the girl with a stereo over his head. he had seen one of those while cleaning out his basement so he got it and carried it up the stairs and put it into his car even though it was doing a number on his forearms.

reaching the lopez family’s residence he parked on the street and made his way towards the window he had snuck in and out of plenty of times. he fumbled to plug his phone into the auxiliary cord that was hanging from it as his vision was still blurred from tears, once the song was playing he held it over his head and stared up towards the window.

          ‘    without losing a piece of me, how do i get to heaven?               without changing a part of me, how do i get to heaven?               all my time is wasted eeling like my heart's mistaken, oh               so if i'm losing a piece of me maybe i don't want heaven?   ’

[ellnaturae]

I’ll drink to that! [f2f Biff & Elliott]

Elliott had talked with Biff via text these past few days, they decided to meet tonight to try that bottle of baileys and talked. He missed spending some time with his friend, outside, they had seen each other many times. And when Elliott needed someone to talk to when he was starting in activism, Biff was the one, and he always admired his friend for that, which in Elliott’s opinion was the reason they grow close, because of their mutual respect and their passion for the same causes.

Elliott brought along a box of chocolates, he thought it was polite to bring something along even if he was just going to visit someone else’s room, but he felt bad to go empty handed. As he walked down the corridor looking for Biff’s room he remembered how they met and it brought a smile to his face “oh boy, I was a mess” he thought as he knocked on the door.

[squaredancing-weston]

F2F || Brobastrose : A Belligerent Condition, 1/03/2017

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe​ @wmhs-marleyrose and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Tuesday night, 3 January 2017

Setting: River of Stix parking lot, Marley’s House, Lima, OH

Summary:  After Marley finally finds a drunken Sebastian, she realizes she needs reinforcements to get him back home

Part 2 (Sequel to A Drunken Mess)

...Taking out her phone, she dials a familiar number. "Hey? Um.. I need help."

“Marley?  Where are you?  Where’s Sebastian?”

”River of Stix.  I'm the idiot trying to get another idiot in my car. Oh god he's taking off his shirt now muffled Sebastian it's cold. Put your shirt on”

"What the fuck is he-- okay...never mind.  I'll be there in ten.  Get his shirt back on before he gets hypothermia."  

 "I'm trying! He's making it hard. Jesus Christ he's like a three year old." And Bas is laughing because she said the word hard and he's all "that'd not the only thing hard", all while draping over her 

As Brody pulls into the lot, she's still trying to get his shirt on.   He's moving about too much for Marley to get his shirt on. Like as soon as she does, he just throws it off again.

Brody doesn't even turn off his car-- just literally puts it into park and hops out. walks over to Bas and picks him up, throwing him over his shoulder and carries him toward the truck.  He’s not putting up with this shit tonight.  He shouldn’t even be here.

"You are so fucking impossible Sebastian"

Bas is kicking and trying to wriggle out of his grasp "I'm fine - I still had some wine left, let me go!!"

Marley is following making sure he gets in the car. Probably sitting in the passenger seat with Bas in the middle so he won't try and get out.  Also someone has to put his seatbelt on, because Brody literally just threw him in the truck

 So she just leaves her car behind

Yeah, Brody hadn’t thought about that.  He just jerks the door shut, locks the doors, and kicks it into drive.  "Your place or his?" 

"Mine. He lives in an apartment. He can't make a big scene at my place.”

Meanwhile Bas starts trying to take his pants off - "Why is it so //hot//??"

Brody doesn’t know if Marley knows that Brody has been to Sebastian’s place, but now probably isn’t the time to delve into it. "Yeah, fine."  Glances over.  "Keep your goddam pants on"

Simultaneously Marley commands, “Put them back on”

Sebastian looks at both of them. "That's the first time either of you have said that" wink

Brody ignores the drunk, glances over at Marley, "I have some duct tape if you think gagging him will help"

Bas doesn’t miss that. "Kinky"

Marley smiles.  “I think I can tape his hands together too...”

Brody wants to smack Sebastian, instead just scolds him.  "Shut up Lush.”  Then looks back over at Marley, "How much has he had?"

Marley shakes her head. “I don't know.. He was pretty wasted when he started texting me”

"You weren't with him?"   Brody’s surprised-- he doesn’t know why.  Sebastian’s texts were pretty clear that Marley wasn’t there.  

“No. He texted me drunk...”

It’s just like Bas, really.  So determined to be right that he’d sabotage his own happiness.  Brody just sighs.  "Sorry-- it's fine.  It's fine-- let's just get him into bed."

The drive is pretty quick thanks to Brody’s lead foot.  He doesn’t think he should be here, honestly.  It’s too soon, and everyone’s still mad.  Well, Sebastian’s horny apparently, but he’ll be mad in the morning.

For now, Brody is quiet, and pulls into the driveway.  Literally scoops the younger man up and drags him out of his truck, throwing him back over his shoulder without room for negotiation and looks over to Marley for directions.

��Right. Put him in the guest room.”

And even without being able to see him, the older man can see Sebastian smirk. "Only if you both join me"

Brody ignores him and starts walking, because he's not putting up with this shit.

Marley, trailing behind them, however, reprimands, “You're getting a bottle of water and a bucket”

He turns slightly to look at her.  "I'll put him down-- you get the stuff?"

 "Bring condoms!"

“Yeah I'm get gatorade too.”  And Marley disappears into the kitchen.

Brody jostles Bas scoldingly, but doesn’t say anything until they get to the guest room.  He doesn’t want to make a mess out of Marley’s bed-- or have Bas do it.  So he bumps Bas on his shoulder, "Are you going to puke soon?"

Furrowing his brows. "No, I'm not that drunk, fucks sake Brodes.”  The words are totally slurred, but Brody believes him anyways-- it takes a lot to turn Bas’ stomach.

If things were different, the situation would be cute.  A small part of Brody thinks it’s cute anyways.  However, the larger, more realistic and one hundred percent sober part rolls his eyes, leaning over the mattress and carefully laying the drunkard down on the mattress.

Bas always seems so needy like this-- a little clingy, a little less pompous despite his increased bravado and suggestive nature.  Brody wishes he would just be with Marley and let himself be happy, because it’s hard to watch him like this and do nothing.  "You're being a moron."  He says it quietly, fingers combing his hair back a little

Marley comes back with everything. And bites her lip seeing that

Sebastian, meanwhile, hums and tugs his shirt "Plenty of room in this bed for two." Looks at Marley. "Or more."

Which draws Brody's eye behind him, so he quickly steps back, clearing his throat.

Marley deadpans, "You're drunk, Bas. Not happening."  Even though she'll totally fall asleep in the chair in the room to make sure he's okay.

Brody stares down at him like a stubborn puppy.  "Stay.  Sleep."

Bas is so far gone though. He's probably passed out by this point. 

Outside the room, Brody fidgets. "I should go."  He can’t stay, won’t stay, but he wishes they could talk.  Wishes she wanted to talk.

Marley wants to talk, but doesn’t know where to start.

"He's just being stubborn, you know."   Don’t give up on him, Brody thinks.  Bas needs Marley; tonight has made that much obvious, at least.

"I know.. thank you for helping.. I didn't want to bother you, but I didn't know who to call”

He shakes his head-- he’s a masochist, apparently.  "It's not a problem.  I'd rather both of you managed to keep from ending up passed out in a ditch somewhere if you can help it.  You can always call if you need it Marl-ey."  Like he was going to say Marls and decided that was a bad idea.

Marley notices how he used her full name and he never does. "I'm sober.. he is dead weight when he's drunk.. I was really impressed you could carry him like that.

Brody’s mind lingers on the memory of how many times he’s done it before-- carried Bas around like he was nothing.  Throwing him over his shoulder in order to set him just where he wants him.  It’s not really an appropriate memory for the situation.  "He's like a sack of potatoes.  With a bony ass.  But it's not so hard--I don't mind it"  Shrugs.  "And I meant in general.  You can call if you need help."

She hums when he mentions his ass because come on! "I can usually pull him but he's dead weight when he's drunk." She tucks her hair behind her ear, wanting to say more but biting back. "Thanks.."

"Yeah, that's why I didn't bother trying to get him to be in charge of his own mobility.  But if he hadn't been so far gone, I'm sure you would have had things handled."   He rubs the back of his neck.  "You're welcome.  And...look, I just.  I am sorry.  About the other day.  I mean, I know I kind of live with my foot in my mouth, but that was...well.  I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I would have done the same if I could." She shifts, smiling at his compliment, and nods. "I'm sorry too.. I completely over reacted, I should have kept my mouth shut." She bites her lip. "I hate this... we aren't talking... I know we've been talking for a short time, but.., I miss it I guess..

"I know."  He gives her a small smile.  He’s glad he got the chance to apologize-- he’d meant what he’d said, but he’d really done a crappy job saying it.  "It's fine, really.  And, I know, but...I'm...not ready.  Yet.  I think we still need some time to transition-- figure out what we are now."  He's shifting back and forth on his feet.  "What...everything is."  It’s too soon to be friends.  He knows he said that was what he wanted, and he does, but now is the wrong time.  Not when she still sounds like she wants to be with him and is still pretending that there’s nothing going on with her and Sebastian.  The two of them drive him crazy in general: trying to be the third wheel while they ignore this thing between them //will// kill him.

Marley would frown and press her lips together. "Transition? What is there to transition to? You made it clear.. what else is it?"

"Okay, fine.  No transitioning.  I just need time Marley.  Period."  Exhales.  "I should go-- make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit."

"Time for what?" She'd ask before biting her lip. "Fine. I'll watch him. I know you care about him. I'll watch him for you..." Everything about this conversation just cements her thoughts that he has feelings for Bas not her.

"What?  Not for //me// Marley.  This isn't about //me//.  For him, for you; but it's got nothing to do with me."  How can she not see that?  He feels like ignoring what they have must, fighting against it constantly, must be exhausting for the two of them.  Shakes his head and gives a dry laugh.  "You two are so much alike, you know that?  Stubborn as hell when you want to be.  Good night Marley."

"I didn't mean anything by it." Though she totally did. "Bas is your friend. I just said I'd look after him... Are you serious right now? I'm not being stubborn. You can't do that, Brody. It isn't fair."

"Right.  Yeah."  Nods.  He doesn’t believe her for a second, but he’s already been at this for days with Sebastian; he needs a break.  "And yours.  Your //best// friend, right?"  He holds out his hands, because he didn't come her looking for a fight.  "Alright, you're right.  Look, you seem to have this covered, so I'll leave you two alone.  Good night Marley; take care."  It’s enough for tonight, so he gives an awkward wave and makes his way back out into the dark.

[morethanjusttime]

amberlaurah‌:

Oh Christmas Tree- F2F Amber & Debby (& the littles)

@morethanjusttime

Amber had gotten back from shopping with Jess and had decided to rest for a short while. She realized how close to the end of the trip was and that she hadn't spent much time with Debby. So when she got a message asking if she wanted to make Christmas ornaments with her and the girls she was definitely down for it. She headed out into the living area of the lodge, figuring that's where the three of them would be. More room to make a mess and all. When she didn't see any of them, she decided to grab a snack from the kitchen while she waited.

They’d found some cute little decoration craft kits whilst out exploring the town, and Debby figured it would be a nice family activity for the girls to do. She was trying her hardest to make this Christmas a special one, knowing it was the girls’ first without Gregg around. After spending most of their days out exploring, playing in the snow, ice skating, seeing Santa and reindeer, and going on sleigh rides, she figured today was a good day to stay in and relax as a family; especially with everyone else out and busy. She noted Amber’s return by a text from Chase, and invited her down with a quick text as she spread the kits out on the table with Pixie’s help, while Scarlett was busy looking over trays of cookies and muffins China and Hayley had made earlier that afternoon. 

“I got snacks!” Scarlett called, and turned to see Auntie Amber entering the kitchen, a smile came over her face, “Afternoon, Auntie Amber!” She grinned and gave her a little wave, “Want a snack?” She asked, and now busied getting cups from the cupboard and milk from the fridge. There was a lot of wine in there, but she didn’t get why... wondered what kind of grown ups had been planning on getting drunk on a family holiday, but didn’t dwell much as she poured out the four glasses of milk with only a little struggle and spillage.