#flannel albert

[weskin-time]

RE characters and their S/O go to a Halloween Party!

i love them and they are stuck in my brain!!! gifs not mine

Characters listed!- Leon, Wesker, Jill, Carlos, Chris

CW- nsfw implications, alcohol

i hope yall cant tell ive never been to a halloween costume party lol

Leon Kennedy!

goes as a cowboy

yeehaw

hes got fake spurs and everything

he pulls it off, hes already got the gruff look so damn

would love it if you dressed up western with him but understands if you dont wanna

at the party he stands close to you with his arm around your waist

cant have anyone think youre here alone, or that hes here alone

he gets a bit tipsy

he steals the almond joys

remember the cowboy rules, theyre so important (for those who dont know if you take the hat off a cowboy and wear it, you have to save a horse and ride a cowboy wink wink)

if you want to leave the loud party early just take off his hat and wear it

he will get so flustered and red instantly

not a heartbeat later hes already dragging you out of the party, making hurried goodbyes and poor excuses of having something to do in the early morning

but people see the hat on your head and know

Albert Wesker!

no

hes not dressing up

,,, stop looking at him like that

...fine.

he 'wont make a fool of himself for the Umbrella Halloween party' he says

he honestly hasnt even gone to it before dating you so people are surpised to see him there

you put cat ears on his head before he can pick out a costume and he sends you a soft death glare

more than likely would wear a pin that says 'this is my costume' and hes just wearing everyday clothes, or would wear his lab coat and say hes going as a doctor. hes lame

if you bat your eyes and pout he will indulge you

goes as a vampire, fake cape, teeth, and all

would want to just show up at the party and make an irish goodbye in less than 5 minuets

stays for you tho

doesnt eat candy but you see him pocketing some mars bars

wesker with fangs is hot and he notices you staring at them when hes talking

smirks and tells you he 'doesnt bite'

its a lie, he does. and will bite your neck.

Jill Valentine!

gods im in love with her

she goes as a witch!!

cute witch hat and all

would accidentally loose you in a party for a little bit, shes just getting yall drinks so dont worry

she will do your makeup for your costume if you want (like that one meme of the two women)

she gets a little tipsy at the party, just enough to start giggling at any halloween pun you make

normally she just scoffs at them but shes having fun and enjoying herself with her beloved

shoves food in her bag, stealing some of the party food

help her please

the kit kats are hers

the more she drinks the more touchy she is with you, going from being sober and holding your hand to leaning up against you

someone asks if shes a witch wheres her broom she rides on and she just points to you much to your embarassment

tell her youll take her up on that and she will start to leave without saying goodbye to anyone

Carlos Oliveria!

hes a werewolf

theres no convincing him of anything else

he would go shirtless to show off his hairy chest and arms and would love how flustered you get at the idea

you shut him down really fast and make him wear a shirt because you would explode

wears a tattered, ripped up and slightly blooded tank top with a torn red flannel on top

its somehow more hot than him being shirtless

wears cute little clip on dog ears

my gods hes so hot hhhh

is also stealing party food

hes a snickers kinda guy but if theres fruit gummies they will be gone

i think he could hold his alcohol well so you would be more tipsy than him if you chose to drink

he makes the dumbest jokes, like really corny halloween jokes to anyone who will listen

"whats a skeletons favorite meal? spare ribs" he will be holding back a snicker with a face thats just >:3

hes such a dork

Chris Redfield!

hes wearing his sailor costume

im not saying this because his ass looks amazing in that outfit but

i feel like he does it as a joke at first but then flaunts it

compliment him and he will jokingly flex his biseps

please help him put on his fake tattoo (plus it gives you a chance to touch his muscles)

literally everyone is looking at him when he enters the party who wouldnt

i feel like he wouldnt drink that much, prob just have one or two shots or something

if you loose him at any point in the party please either check outside or the food table

he takes the twizzlers

100% has an arm around your shoulders or waist all night

will tease you because you keep looking at his legs

im sorry i love him so much he makes me so gay

he would love it if you walked up to him and just started to flirt with him

who cares if youre together, its so fun

"i seemed to misplaced my anchor,,, can i hook up with you tonight?" you ask him to which he almost spits out his drink, starts laughing, then sees in your eyes that youre not fully joking and he will instantly start making his goodbyes

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Hiya! this is my first time writing for all of these characters except for Wesker so im sorry if it seems ooc or just not fully correct!! im still new to resident evil and im trying to shove as much information as i can into my brain as fast as i can!!

reblogs help me grow more so if you like this please reblog and like! thank you and happy halloween!!!!

[pricescigar]

Albert Wesker treating you when you're sick – HC's

Admin note: I know, I know I haven't done one of these in a long time. So please take this as forgivness? 🥲

Photo belobgs to me!

No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy ❤️

CW: being unwell, Mentions of vomiting, fluff, daddy kink

You being sick doesn't stop you from doing your day to day tasks, even if it is a little sniffle here and there or a chesty cough

But the one man you cannot fool is your beloved Albert, sure he is a mad scientist but he does know the basic functions of the human body.

He could tell from your tired eyes, sluggish movements and pale face... You're sick, you need to rest.

"You need to rest." The familair stern yet soft voice of Wesker could be heard

Of course as usual you protested as per usual, but it wasn't long before Wesker had scooped you up in his arms, taking you in his arms.

As much as you hated to rest, you knew Wesker wouldn't leave you alone. And so you gave in, allowing him to take you to bed... Helping you get into your pyjamas and putting the covers over your body.

You almost even fell asleep in his arms as he carried you to the stairs.

"Daddy will take care of you..." He would say planting a kiss on your cheek.

Wesker would watch you like a hawk, when you was resting. He knew how stubborn you was about resting.

He noticed how much of a temperature you had and do he got a damp cold flannel placing it on your head trying to get your temperature back to normal.

If you was feeling sick and wanting to throw up, he'd leave a bucket near or quickly help you to the bathroom.

Rubbing your back in comfort, getting you water to ease your stomach too.

During Lunch time he made you something light to ease your stomach, soup was light and would always make you feel better

He even watched movies with you, whatever you wanted to watch ... He'd put it on for you. Anything to make you feel better.

Even if you fell asleep on him he'd wrap his arm around you, keeping you close to his chest as you rested.

During dinner time it was prodiminately warm food, anything to get your body sweating. If you wanted to get better, you would have to sweat the sickness out of you.

No matter how much you whined if you was hot or cold, he'd put another blanket over you along with the bed covers.

"Do you want to get better? Then you need to sweat it out if you do." Wesker would grin at you a little, not once did he leave your side he always stayed with you.

Aside from Water, tea, he also gave you vitamin drinks every day. (Or Juice) He was pretty serious about your health, he was taking no chances.

Even during the night when you struggled to sleep, or your body was aching in pain. He was there to comfort you, holding you closely. Softly humming.

Sometimes he'd tell you a story, or talk about anything... The sound of his voice helped you sleep.

He wouldn't sleep until you fell asleep.

If it came to a situation where he would go to work in his office for a little bit in his home, he'd leave the stuffed bear he got you, putting his cologne on it. Making sure it smelt like him.

(You may have stolen one of Albert's shirts too to put it on the bear, and maybe his glasses as it works rest ontop of the bears head)

The whole week he never left your side helping you get better every step of the way, he hated seeing his little dove get sick.

When he noticed you was feeling much better the next week, he would smile in accomplishment knowing that you was okay now.

"I would always care for you..." Wesker whispered planting a few kisses down on your neck.

-

Apologies if it's so short! 🖤

[ya-what--ya-erster]

Mistake, Regret, or Something to that Level

PROOF-READ CREDIT TO: @waiting-makes-me-antsy Thank you!!

Albert/Davey UNREQUITED, prequel to Goodbye Don't Last Forever

kinda angsty, enjoy.

David was lost. Completely and totally lost. How was he supposed to carry on when the center of his world just up and left without a word to him?

He didn't really know how to cope long term, but he knew that a visit to his best friend's house might just help.

Ever since Francis left David (a year ago), David and Albert had become the closest of friends (except for Race and Albert, but Race was off in Australia being an impressive dancer). The two were almost inseparable. Seeing one or the other alone was a rare occurrence which was usually met by some sort of joke about how joint at the hip the two boys were.

So David was on his way to Albert's apartment in January, wearing flannel sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a cute snake drawing on the front (Albert gave it to him). It was cold, and snowy, and he regretted not putting on a coat or a hat or anything, but it wasn't far to Albert's place.

By the time David knocked on the door, he thought he was going to die of the cold, but Albert saw him and immediately pulled him into the apartment and handed him a blanket.

"Dave, are you alright?" Albert asked, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"No." David leaned sideways onto Albert, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Oh, come here." Albert put an arm around David. "You need to get drunk."

"Yeah I do."

...

Several hours (they think) later, the two are flat-out wasted.

David got honest when he got drunk, and never remembered anything afterwards, and Albert just got crazy (and maybe a little more confident).

"What if she was the only one I was meant to be with?" David asked.

"She wasn't." Albert laughed like it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.

"But nobody could love me like I thought she did."

"But I love you." Albert's smile spread across his face. "You're my best friend."

"But don't people in love kiss? And boys can't kiss boys."

"I've kissed boys."

"Oh."

The boys fell silent, and then Albert burst into laughter again.

"What's so funny?" David asked (but he was smiling).

"Would you kiss me if I was a girl?"

"I would kiss anything if it were Francis."

"So pretend I'm her, then. It'll make you feel better to kiss someone."

"But-"

Albert cut Davey off with a deep, drunk kiss on the mouth.

And Davey liked it.

Davey wanted more of that feeling.

So he kissed back.

He could do whatever he wanted, he decided. It wasn't like there was anyone to tell him no, except for Albert who had initiated the kiss.

Very quickly, the kiss turned into more. Shirts unbuttoned, hands in hair, and the possibility of several purple marks to appear in the morning.

"Should we keep going?" Albert asked.

Davey blamed it on the fact that he was drunk that he said yes.

...

David woke up not in his bed. Albert's bed, he knew, from the many times he'd slept over.

David immediately felt guilty wash over him. Had he seriously kicked Albert out of his own bet just to fuck some girl that was not even there anymore? He didn’t really know, he couldn’t really remember, but it was fairly obvious in his mind that he had fucked someone. And Albert didn't do well with change in routine, Davey knew that. He was feeling worse and worse about it the more he thought, so he made a move to get up and go apologize.

The headache was not good as he stood up out of the bed and headed into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“Sorry for taking up your bed last night Al.”

“Doesn’t bother me.” Albert smiled. He handed David a glass of water and two ibuprofen pills. “This might help a bit.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“So. Uhm. Happen to know the identity of the girl I slept with in your bed last night or…”

Something flashed across Alberts face. Hurt. But he picked up quickly with a laugh.

“You should be asking who the guy was.”

“The… A guy?”

“Yessir.”

“Okay so uh who was this potential guy that I-“

Albert pressed a quick kiss to the tip of David’s nose, quieting him.

“Hi there.” He said with a little smile.

(Albert was dying inside. He wasn't this forward. He wasn't this confident. He wasn't this person who was flirting shamelessly with his best friend.)

“Oh.”

“Is that… is that okay?”

“Al, I… I didn’t even know- But I don’t even remember it so how am I supposed to know what it felt like? I don’t-“

“I could kiss you again.”

“What?”

“I said I could kiss you again.”

David didn’t respond, so Albert just cupped his face in his hands and kissed him.

Pulling away after a moment, David blinked. “Is that what that’s supposed to feel like? I never- it was never like that with her.”

“Good way or bad way?”

“Good.”

“Well, Dave. It must be really confusing for ya, all this. But… I’d like to help you along the way, if you’ll accept?"

"I don't think... Al, I don't think I can. I don't think I love you like that and I'm sorry-"

"That's alright, Davey. It is what it is."

...

Albert kept a smile on his face for two more hours while Davey hung around in his apartment awkwardly, too tired to walk himself home yet.

Albert, who was majorly stressed out, would have offered to walk him home. But, he didn't want to seem rude, and he didn't want to face the outside world with its flashing lights and loud noises and people bumping into him every five seconds.

As soon as Davey left, though, everything came crashing down.

Albert was stupid. Stupid to have done what he did. Stupid to have hoped that it would work out.

Mostly, though, he was stupid for falling in love with his best friend.

It wasn't fair that Davey was that effortlessly pretty and glamorous and nice and smart and perfect. Albert never even stood a chance.

So who could blame him, really, for crying? He had wrecked his perfectly routine life and possibly his relationship with his best friend.

He called Race in a desperate attempt to feel better, but it didn’t help much because then he just missed Race too. Why couldn’t Race be in the United States? Why did he have to be so far away?

Albert closed his eyes as he sat down on the couch, trying to make the tears go away. Crying made his head hurt.

But, despite that, Albert cried himself to sleep that night.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue July 1980

Nancy Donahue wears a soft mohair plaid jacket, a cashmere sweater with a small collar and a wool flannel skirt cut slightly higher in the front. By Yves Saint Laurent Left Bank. Garren hair, Alberto Fava makeup.

Nancy Donahue porte une veste à carreaux en mohair doux, un pull en cachemire à petit col et une jupe potefeuille en flanelle de laine coupée légèrement plus haut sur le devant. Par Yves Saint Laurent Rive gauche. Coiffure Garren, maquillage Alberto Fava.

Photo Albert Watson

vogue archive

[wayward-persephone]

OK but I’m lost in the thought of different Ethan Hawke characters and their reactions when you start to ask about Christmas and what their plans are.

Mostly Albert, Edward, and Arthur. What do you think? are they giving you presents? 👀❤️

(Wanna preface this by saying that I still absolutely LOVE writing for group preferences, however as my character list grows longer so does the time it takes for me to answer them because I like to make sure each character has enough detail.

So instead if you want to suggest a few characters instead like this than feel free!! I will more than likely post these faster just because of the fewer characters 😅)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber

Depending on his mood I think he would give you presents, but would just as quickly take them away if you do something to displease him or if you seem "ungrateful" for his gifts.

The basement would be horribly drafty in the wintertime so he would gift you a warm flannel nightdress for the nights he can't spend with you, complete with lacy undergarments of course, and a fleece blanket in your favorite color. He would then make you both a special Christmas dinner and eat with you down in the basement, you in his lap so he can handfeed you, and would then want receive his "gift" 😌

Edward Dalton

Would have no idea what to get you and inwardly panic the entire time. Asking his co-workers what they were getting their humans and spending hours scrolling online and staring helplessly through department store windows. He would definitely buy way more than you expected and if he could blush he would when you see just about the entire tree covered with presents for you. Anything you mentioned he got it for you, either in passing or something you gushed about or something you didn't even realize he was listening to you about, and his happy purring is loud enough to hear from across the room as you open each and every gift.

Arthur Harrow

He would absolutely love to give you presents year-round so Christmas would be no exception. He would always find you the perfect present. No matter if you told him exactly what you wanted, of course he would get you that too, but he would find you something you didn't even know you wanted. And then he would be so humble about it afterwards but his shoulders would be back and his chest puffed out like a proud peacock.

[smolvenger]

Miss Narracott and The Captain, Chapter One

Fandom: War Horse

Pairing: Captain James Nicholls x fem! Reader

Summary: It is 1912. You are Y/N Narracott, the older sister of Albert Narracott. You must do what you can so your family can keep their farm. And so your brother can keep his beloved horse. Under financial struggles, you never expect romance to come into your life...until you have a chance encounter with James Nicholls- a Captain with a knack for drawing. But the threat of war lingers in the air...

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise

Warnings: A horse ALMOST gets shot but lives. Landlords being landlords. Period Typical Attitudes. But very fluffy with cottagecore vibes and a meet-cute with the captain.

A/N: You can decide if you want to be a member of the family by birth or adoption. I try to make Reader fics as neutral in appearance as I humanly can. I hope you like this! It won't get too super sad or angsty and will have a very happy ending- so enjoy! Comments, asks, reblogs, and messages about my works are always appreciated!

“If the rent’s not paid by October, the farm is foreclosed. And I take the horse, too!” the Landlord had threatened in your kitchen, finishing his tea.

Gritting your teeth, you let your arms fall to the sides. Your mum cleared his cup and saucer. Then she met you where you stood, a frown on her face. You tried to slip your hand in hers. Your younger brother, Albert, was slowly heaving beneath his flannel shirt and overalls.  And your dad only sat at the table, his fingers twitching to get the flask you knew was in his pocket. But even his white whiskers couldn’t hide his own frown.

Those words made stiff and haunted you- all of you.  Just as the Bible verses in embroidery decorated about the house, those words were about you. Staring at you.

Foreclosed. Foreclosed. Foreclosed.

You decided to get a job as a shop girl in the town nearby. Dad and Albert had to work the fields constantly. Too much to mend and do for any other occupation. Mum ran the house with an iron fist. She’d say she’d have to stay at home. She’d say the place needed at least one woman. Not two, you noted-one. You were available. You could do it.

The day you announced you got the job, and that the paychecks would help go to rent, your mum wiped happy tears.  She kissed you.

“All of it’s going to the rent,” you promised her.

“No-keep a little!” she shook her dark head. Strands kept falling form her bun- she was an active woman, always thinking, always working. Even her own hair would not stay still.

“No- all! We all need it!” you refused.

It would be a sacrifice. But a sacrifice that would keep a roof over your heads. Hopefully.

“Whatever you pick- it’s your choice. I’m proud of you, my girl. All of us are…” she said before sweeping you into a hug.

After all, It was what you could do to bring money in. To keep that word from ringing in your head.

Foreclosed. Foreclosed. Foreclosed.

That was the word that motivated you to get up from bed in the morning. You shivered from the chill in your little room. Not that you were unused to getting up early. You lived with your family on a farm after all.

Besides, you loved the farm you lived on. It was a beautiful place. You and your family stayed in a stone house, two stories, thatched with a roof. The rolling green and brown hills could be seen from your bedroom window. You loved watching the sun rise and shine past your lacy white curtains. Stone gates trailed all over the place separating the gardens, shed, laundry area, crop fields, chicken coop, and backyard.

And there was no shame in being farmers, as dad would say. Farmers kept the country going and would for all eternity.

 As you looked up, the morning was shining pink. Peeking down, you could see Dad and Albert, going about distributing hay and making sure the animals were fed. Dad had some hay while Albert was filling his bucket with oats.

After washing yourself with a cloth and hot water, you dressed into socks, corset, shoes, petticoats, skirt, and blouse. You double checked to make sure there were no mud stains on your checked, white and blue blouse and blue skirt. You had to look presentable.

That morning, you sat at the table. Mum ate fast and ran off to begin a mountain of laundry. You were eating breakfast and drinking coffee from a beautiful porcelain cup with a painted flower on it.  Enjoying a moment of peace before your shift began.  There was the sonatas of birds and the rooster outside of a country morning. Accompanied by the clucking of chickens that wandered about the stone pathways on the grass. Albert walked in from outside, wiping off his hands on his pants.

“Y/N! Morning” he cheered. Already his cheeks were ruddy from the exercise and air.

“Albie! Good morning! How’s all the creatures?” you asked.

“All well-all well. Wish us luck- gonna start training Joey today! Gonna put the plow on him. If anyone can, it’s me!” he announced.

He sat down, slabbed a slice of bread with butter, and stuffed it in his face.

It was always dark inside the house. The stone blocked the sunlight except for the windows. Pots were on the ceiling over your head. Your embroidery was decorated over the walls. Over the crackling fireplace was a bookshelf with a book and a tiny clock. You kept peeking at it to make sure you weren’t going to be late for the nine am shift. fireplace. Little potted plants and flowers sat everywhere- inside the house on tables and counters and outside on windowsills. You and mum did you best to make sure the place was cozy. Pretty even. She taught you how to garden and put flowers into little clay pots. You both spent that early spring down on your skirts. Patting the dark dirt over the seeds and watering them.

Albert went to the corner of the kitchen section of the room. On the counter, right before the window overlooking the garden, was a bowl of fresh fruit. He grabbed an apple, shined it on his vest, and bit into it. Then he peeked outside and gasped.

“Y/N-come! Look at the garden! Your flowers!” he cried.

It was a lovely spring day. Looking about, you were glad to see the crocuses you had planted were in bloom. So much beauty even amidst the great stress. You kept only ten percent of the wages and decided to use it on crocus seeds to put in the flower section of the garden. Now it was speckled with the pretty flowers across the grass, nearby the carrots and tomatoes.  

Albert pointed to the window. You got up and your eyes followed his finger.

A little brown rabbit was in the flower garden. It went to one blossom and was chewing away.

“Hmm, should we stop him?” you teased.

Albert shook his brown head. Part of you predicted he would answer this- bless Albert! His soft heart for animals was his best quality!

“No! Don’t!” he cried.

“Well good thing I agree! He looks quite content- cute little fellow!” you commented.

Looking more carefully, it was quite small. Perhaps still a baby. Both you and Albert paused to admire the adorable intruder.

“What should we name should we give him?” you asked.

The rabbit finished the bloom of one crocus. It then hopped forward and began chewing on another. His miniscule mouth nibbling on the leaf of the stem.

“His name should be Peter- just like the old stories!” Albert decided.

“That’s a wonderful name! You always have the best names for the animals, Albie! But… if it’s a girl?” you pointed out.

“Then let’s call her after one of the sisters- let’s call her Mopsy!” Albert said.

“Good idea! That fits the theme!” you laughed in agreement.

Besides,  you were glad the rabbit ate the flowers. Glad it wasn’t one of the crops that would serve as both income and supper. Mum would have had a fit. Dad might have shot it for lunch.

But both of you smiled as you watched the creature breakfast along with the two of you. The little bunny finished his stolen meal and hopped off. It easily squeezed through the wooden gate and escaped.

“I should plant more- give it a whole salad bowl!” you suggested.

“I wouldn’t complain if you did- invite all the rabbit sisters and the mum too!” Albert added on.

It was a lovely day. The air was cool, the sun was out, the sky was blue, and the field was green. All this beauty even amidst such fear. Such stress. Some even whispered of a war. Didn’t the landlord say something about a war? No, that was too much. That must have been your imagination.

“Don’t be late- Y/N! Good luck! Maybe this might be the day you meet a handsome stranger at work!” Albert teased, he wiggled his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, the only strangers I meet nowadays are customers! And the men aren’t handsome-I’ll tell you that! And Albie-does he like carrots?”

He nodded, handing you a leftover carrot.

“One tip- offer it to him by turning backwards!” he added.

“Put it in my basket-I’ll see you later,” you said.  

After putting a carrot into your lunch basket, Albert returned to the table. He scooped up more of breakfast and ate a second helping. As you walked out to the stone pathway through the ground, there was a sudden honk from below.

The proud goose, more intent on making mischief than productivity, strutted your way. He blocked your path. He raised his head and flapped your wings as if he was the king of England. He ran- flipper before your feet.

“Oh, please! Let me through! Shoo!” you scolded.

He had to chase anyone and everyone on the farm. And that didn’t stop at the residents. Last week, he charged the landlord and his posse as they left. They fled to their motorcar like he was a giant bull and not a little goose. Both you and Albert tightened your lips at the sight and then laughed about it later.

You, however, were used to Goose’s antics. No other name fit him, according to Albert. He was what he was-Goose. You let him take his beak to nip a bit of your skirt and shake it with his flexible, goosey neck. Then you gave a light tug, and he relented and released. He then flapped his wings again around you. He began honking out again as if urging you to work.

“I have five minutes before I need to get walking! But I’m going to say goodbye to Joey first!” you replied to the gander.

As you made your path to the backyard you heard him honk behind you. Intent on nipping more of your petticoats per his own Goose ritual. But as you got closer, there was the sound of a whinny and the clutter of hooves in the back yard.  The goose gave a goodbye honk in surprise and eyeing the much bigger creature in the backyard, fled.

It was the newest addition. Joey. A beautiful young colt. On his way to growing into a magnificent stallion.  Joey was brown as a rich tree trunk with the white diamond on his snout. Every time you went out to see the young horse, he would neigh loudly and break into a run. It made you back off every time, your hands up as if to calm him. Throughout the day, you and your parents often had to jump back to avoid getting run over as Joey dashed through the yard. Albert insisted he was spirited, but good.

Joey was an Irish Hunter- not the usual breed for farms. Your dad noticed his strength and energy at an auction and bought it, claiming he would become a  plow horse. And how did he buy it? With Rent money. And Joey by now had become the apple of Albert’s eye. The house was at stake based on if Joey could be trained to plow. That is if your own shopgirl wages could not save the farm from foreclosure.

  Dad tried to put a plough over Joey and the horse bucked away. You cried when Dad got his gun to kill the beautiful animal. You, Mum, and Albert all yelled at him to keep him from shooting it that day. You tried to physically hold him back by hugging him, tugging the trigger out of target. Mum let out a scream when Albert got between. Thankfully, he gave in when Albert announced he would train the horse. He was the one Joey would listen to the most.

It cheered you to see Joey alive this morning. Galloping about freely. You knew how happy he made Albert. You wondered if such a wild, free creature would even shine to you. From your basket, you got out the carrot. You leaned your arm over the gate and clicked your tongue to get his attention.

“Here, Joey…how about a treat?” you offered.

Joey clopped forward.

“Here, Joey, come on! Come on, love!” you urged.

He went, but then backed off, shaking his head and long, black mane with a brush of his lips. You let out a sigh. Then you turned around, leaning your hand backward.

“Come on, Joey- you’re going to learn to plow today. You’ll need a little extra strength! I’m not dad-I’m your friend!” you urged.

If you made no sudden movements, it wouldn’t scare him to raise his front hooves and kick your head You heard his feet trotting close to you. Then you felt his wet mouth open and accept the carrot. As you turned around to see him eat it, you smiled.

“Oh-you took it for once!  Good boy! Good boy! And keep being a good boy today- I got to work today… and so do you. But between us, we can help keep the farm afloat- can we?” you wondered out loud.

The horse blinked in response. To think there was something in common you shared with the colt. You gently reached out a hand, and he let you pet his nuzzle.

“See-even letting me pet you for once! Every day you’re improving! You better do what Albert says-I’ll see you later, goodbye Joey!” you wished.

As you walked up the tiny slope to leave, you picked up your petticoat and tiptoed around the mud. You had to look as presentable as you could for a farm girl. Opening the wooden gate, you made your way to town.

You walked down into town, keeping to the sidewalks away from the motorcars. People busied about you, ready to begin their own jobs. You walked right to the shop. Even before opening there were already customers waiting to buy things just outside. Their noses touched the front windows. You went inside to the counter, tied an apron around your skirt, and switched the sign on the window to “OPEN.”

So began another day. Today, you made sure there were catalogues displaying a new selection of dresses for women. It was hard not to drool over them from the corner of your eye. Not to envy the daughters of lords of the land who had the surplus allowances to order them here. You sometimes saw them enter the shop with their maids by their sides.

How you wished you could be a lady! They couldn’t come from a farming family. And even more importantly, they didn’t work. You heard all about them. How you daydreamed about it night and day.

You could live in a giant manor house. You’d have a maid to do your hair and drape you in dresses and pretty jewels. So would mum! And how handsome both dad and Albert would look in tuxedoes at dinner! Mum would have to present you at court. You would come out and get to briefly meet the king and queen themselves! Then you’d go to fancy balls. There would be handsome suitors who would wait in lines outside your door to kiss your gloved hand with their unworthy lips. You would have no concerns except for which pair of gloves to wear. And which eligible bachelor to marry. Then he’d ask for your hand and there would be a giant wedding full of pomp and splendor. Then you’d move into another manor and eat breakfast in bed every day! You would relax and not have to do a minute of work!

Perhaps…you would meet someone if you moved out…or if by a miracle, you got a scholarship to a university or lived in another town, far from Devon…

You knew you did not have enough to move out on your own. Besides, even if you did- how could you? How could you abandon your family when they needed you? When they needed help? Especially since dad had a weakness for wasting money on booze until he drunkenly stumbled to bed in the wee morning hours. The landlord would sigh and remind all of you he ran a business, not a charity. Every time.

But sadly, you had to go back to reality.  You could only fantasize in catalogues and magazines showing off the latest overpriced fashions from London. You did grab an issue to look at during your minutes off. You went down for the post-lunch break. You began to sip on tea, look at the catalogue, and rest your weary feet from hours of standing.

But after you returned the shopkeeper, Mrs. Snow, went up to you in a hurry. And the shop was filled with eager people eyeing all the half-off sales.

“Oh, Miss Narracott! Look what I found!” she cried.

She brought forth a little black book.

“A gentleman was just here-I saw him with it! He placed it down on the table and left without it! He should be right outside- And it’s so busy now- could you please run off and get it to him?” she instructed.

“How will I know it’s him?” you asked.

“You’ll see him in a uniform- like a sore thumb! Please return it to him!” she pleaded.

“What kind of uniform?” you asked.

Immediately, a lady was at the counter with five spools of ribbons. She was frowning and tapping her gloved hand on the wooden surface.

“Just go! Go, girl!” Mrs. Snow urged. She pushed the book into your hands.

You nodded and hurried outside. But you looked around and noticed the people outside. Bowler hats and blouses blended in around you. None of the men seemed concerned about anything. They only got out the pocket watches from their waistcoats to check the time.  

What uniform- a university uniform? A police officer uniform? A chef’s uniform, even? You saw none of those as you looked about.

Curiosity hit you- what was in this book? Maybe he would return. And you could steal a little bit of time to rest your mind from work again.

The book was thin, so it couldn’t be a novel. Perhaps it was a short story? A photo album?

You opened it and saw a pencil drawing of a woman at a piano-it was a sketchbook. But her hair, her dress, and the doily over the instrument was perfection in its attention to detail.

They were some of the most realistic drawings you had ever seen. You flipped past one to find another more beautiful than the last. You saw one of a willow tree- it was as if the tree the were drawn merely shrunk in size. When you saw an old man’s face, each wrinkled line was as if he jumped into the drawing or was in frtont of you. They were nearly perfect. Why weren’t these already in a museum?  You flipped another page-the most impressive of all. It was the drawing of a large stallion,  colored to be a rich black. He was on his back hooves, raising his might front legs into the air.  He was like a mythological beast rather than some common horse. And at the bottom, was some writing.

“TOPTHORN- CPN J. N.”

You were so invested in admiring it, a baritone voice had to break you out.

“Excuse me miss-“

Jumping at the sound, your head went up.

You saw a gentleman. A tall gentleman. And yes- an astonishingly handsome gentleman. He took off his hat, perhaps to show respect in the presence of a lady. His eyes were absolutely piercing in their blueness, as if he could see right through you to your guts. But they were soft, like two sapphires on his lovely ivory face. He had a uniform on- a soldier’s uniform.

“Miss…what is your name?” he asked.

“Y/N Naracott. And you are?” you replied.

“Nicholls. Captain James Nicholls.” He answered.

“Is the sketchbook yours? Left in that shop?” you asked, holding up the book.

“Yes, it is,” he answered.

“I’m so sorry- I work for the shop and was intent on returning it. But I got curious and peeked inside,” you blurted.

With his gaze on you, you felt warm. Suddenly aware of every bit of your appearance and movements. It was everything in your to not go into a giddy panic and flee from bashfulness. You forced your feet still.

“Don’t be, you did nothing wrong…” he said.

Turning to the page with the black horse, you lightly traced it’s outline.

 “The drawings they’re…they’re beautiful! Was it a gift?” you questioned.

“It’s mine. My drawings…” he explained.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I should have guessed!” you babbled out.

“No, don’t be at all!” he replied. He grinned at you.

Smoothing your skirt, tucking in the blouse, you felt the wind knock out of you at his smile.

“I just thought they were…they were beautiful! My favorite’s the horse here! Horses are so hard to draw- but the way you got his shape, his legs, his body-he’s so lifelike! I thought a real artist must have them- not a soldier!” you added on.

“That’s Topthorn. He’s my Major’s horse. An impressive beast- I had to capture him,” he explained.

He took a step closer. Goodness, the uniform really did make him even more attractive! It made you dizzy. Your mouth moved faster than your brain.

“You should meet my brother. He’d love the horse drawing. We have a new horse and he’s obsessed with-“

 The same lady walked out with a bag of her purchased ribbons from the corner of your eye. It shut you up. Captain Nicholl’s turned to glance at her, and then back at you.

“I don’t wish to keep you from working, Miss Narracott, here- I’ll walk you back,” he offered.

It was not a very long distance at all. But you were grateful. There were worse things than being accompanied by a pleasant, gallant, handsome young captain.

“Are you new in town?” you asked him at the door.

“Just stationed. Staying here for the moment.” he explained.

“Then, welcome to Devon! I hope you like it,’ you greeted.

He nodded his head. He opened the door for you to walk inside.

“I already do,” he replied.

There was a whistle. Captain Nicholls turned his head to the outside. There was another group of men in army uniform nearby. One tall gentleman with a mustache called out.

“Hey! Jim! Stop flirting with the girl and get back!”

You flinched and saw his cheeks turn a little pink. You dipped your head down. Would that phrase cause a scandal- even a small one? On one hand, flirting was completely discouraged between men and women. There was no flirting until you were engaged. Then one could be absolutely sure a gentleman had pure intentions. You could be sure a gentleman wasn’t a skirt chaser and seducer.

But on the other hand- you both weren’t a duke and debutante at a ball. Just two village people having a chat. And flirting…maybe…maybe he did already…notice you…liked you…

“Well, I’ll see you around, Captain,” you said.

“And I you, Miss Narracott. Thank you again for returning the book,” he replied.

He dipped his head, put his hat back on, and left.

“Bless you, girl! Took you ages to find him! But you did! Now- it’s time to get back!” Mrs. Snow urged from the shop counter.

The busy crowd kept you on your feet, but you felt ready. The hours flew until closing. You could deal with even the most demanding customers with a smile on your face. As you flipped the sign to close and returned home, you found yourself looking forward to tomorrow.  Besides, maybe the new captain might return for a visit.  

[the-trinket-witch]

🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home (for Albert!!)

(OC Dressup Meme)

Tank and flannel sweats. Also: Behold the Eepy Albert doing his damnedest once again to stay awake.

[in-pleasant-company]

Emily's pajamas and slippers, illustration from Happy Birthday, Molly!

Photograph of a girl in Utility pajamas, 1943, Imperial War Museum

Utility slippers, 1940s, Victoria and Albert Museum

The original illustrations for Happy Birthday, Molly! by Nick Backes show Emily in a blue printed robe, blue pajamas, and blue slippers. The illustrations were altered to give Emily longer hair, and her pajamas were changed to match the doll sized pajama set.

Utility branded clothing and furniture was designed in the UK during the 1940s. Clothing used minimal buttons, thread, and fabric. You can see more examples of Utility clothing and furniture by searching Utility on the Victoria and Albert Museum website, and the website of the Imperial War Museum.

The pajamas worn by this eleven year old girl were made of blue wool (flannel?). They cost one pound, seven shillings, and six clothing coupons.

If you're interested in learning more about fashion in Great Britain during World War Two, I highly recommend Fashion on the Ration by Julie Summers.

[ao3feed-newsies]

i found something in the woods somewhere

by, we_are_inevitable by we_are_inevitable Fresh. That’s the word that he keeps coming back to. Growing up in the city, he’s never had access to this kind of environment– fresh air and quiet, trees everywhere, dense wood all around. It’s lovely, but David really hasn’t had the chance to explore it. Something tugs in his chest, and whispers in the back of his mind: You have time now. Why not? Seventeen minutes later, dressed in jeans and converse, wearing a blue and black flannel, with nothing but a backpack full of four plastic water bottles and a whole box of granola bars, David crosses the treeline in his own backyard and walks into the woods. - David Jacobs doesn't know who he is. He wants to find out. Jack Kelly knows exactly who he is. Maybe he doesn't want to. After a lifetime of feeling stagnant, Jack and David search for the answers. Words: 5309, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Spirits, Forests, Nature Magic, Nature, Introspection, Character Study, Implied/Referenced Character Death, First Meetings, Eventual Romance, Transformation, Autistic David Jacobs, David Jacobs Needs A Hug, ok i don't know how to explain this one, rlly speculative and fun and stuff!!, Character Analysis, Skeletons, Jack Kelly is Bad at Feelings (Newsies), Cryptozoology, kind of?, Mind Manipulation, Magic read : https://ift.tt/qbi2A5O - April 26, 2024 at 11:32AM

[leviathan--ships]

ask game time!

💤- Who sleeps in and who's an early riser?

🎀- Do they wear the other's clothes?

❤️- Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

for any f/o(s) you so choose!

💤 - I think it really depends, since everyone but Franz is an agent or sheriff and has to be on call, I think they all tend to be quite early risers, though I think Harry and Cooper tend to sleep in quite a lot on rare days off. Albert and Denise still like to wake up somewhat early, typically sharing coffee and early morning whispers.

🎀 - Flannels and jackets definitely. To be honest, between Harry, Dale, and Franz, no one really remembers which one belongs to who. Albert and Denise stick to their own wardrobes, though if it's cold, they often lend jackets to each other.

❤️ - Speaking of which, Franz is typically the coldest and often overestimates his tolerance for the cold, leading to the other four all trying to give him their jackets, and in turn arguments over who needs their the least in order to keep him warm. Usually, Harry or Dale wins, since they're more acclimated to the weather, plus Albert is more inclined to put himself first if the others' needs are already taken care of.

[queersrus]

Hi, Fukase anon here! Sorry, It never occurred to me that people may have a hard time coming up with things for characters they don't know a lot about. Sorry :( /gen

Anyways, I really love the clown and red theme ideas! Also, since Vocaloid is technically a music software, I was thinking some music-themed names as well! Also, as long as this isn't too specific, could you maybe do some X-themed things since there's a lot of Xs in his design?

I also like the idea of the darker, edgier themes, but I'd rather not have anything explicitly horror/slasher/demon related... as someone who kins Fukase, being associated with that stuff brings back some rough memories :( /nm

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific or picky or anything like that, and I hope everything I've said makes sense! Once again, thank you in advance :)

no worries!!

heres some names and pronouns based of red, clown, dark/edgy themes and the letter x!

Music names:

muse, musa, musica, musette harmony melody, mic, major, minor clef, capelle, capella, cord, chorus note key tone, tempo, timbre bar, beat, bridge, bass, blue, blues sheet, strum, song, singer, sang, string, sonata, soul acoust, adagio, allegro, andante, arpeggio, amp, alto, aria instro, instra, instrumenta rythm/rhythm, ryme/rhyme, rock, rocker orchest, orchestra pitch, pop funk

list here, here

red names:

Altemur, altan, autumn, apple, amaranth, alhambra, alroy danla, desire, desiree parichat, phoenix, pepper, poppy/poppie cher, cherry/cherrie/cherri, crimson, clifford, copper, candy/candie, currant, carmine, carmin, chili, coral, corsen, clancy maroon, merlot, mahogany, mohagan blood, brick, berry/berrie, blush, burgundy, barn, burn, blaze ruby, rust, rusty, rose, raspberry, redd, rede, redde, reder, redi/redie/redy, reddet/redet/reddett/reddette/redett/redette, redeta/reddeta/reddetta/reddeta, redin/redine, redina, redino, roso/rosso, rufus/rufous, rowan, rosa, rosie, roisin, rory, radley, rudyard, radcliff, redmond, redman, rumo, russel/russell, rohan, redford, rufina, reeding/reading, reed, rogan, roone, roth garnet, ginger, gough scarlet, sangria, strawberry, sienna, sorrel/sorrell jam wine, watermelon fire, flame, ferrari, flan/flann, flannel, flanner, flannery, flyn/flynn, flanna vermilion, venetia imperia tart, torch hazel, harkin

clown names:

Joseph, john, joey grock oleg emmett/emet/emmet/emett bozo, barry ronald krusty penny, pogo, pinto charles sunshine weary, willie albert, antonio, arthur daniel, david, demitri/dimitri, Demetrius/demitrius tinsel

actually found a whole wiki here

Dark/Edgy names:

dusk, dagger, draven, drake, draco, damon/daemon, damion/damien/damian grey/gray, gunner/gunnar, greer keir, khaos, knox, kestrel umbra, umbro poison, pain/payne asteroth/astaroth, asher, ammo, astrid chaos, crow, coen, chase, casper, caspian, cassian, carter, cage, colton hades, hemlock, hex, hunter, hawk, harper somber, sombre, sombra, serpent, snake, saber, stone, storm, slade/slayde, sparrow, salem, snow, smoke, slayer necro, natrix, nox, nix, nyx, nero, nash branwen, briar, blackwell, blade/blaid, blair, blase/blaze/blaise raven, reven, requiem, rhapsody/rapsody, rogue, ryder, ryker, raze, razer eris, elysium, ebony jinx, jett/jet, jack, jason lucien, lucius, lock/locke viper, venom, vlad, vane/vain/vein, veil, vee/v wolf/wolfe trix/tryx, trixie, thorn, tyren/tyrin, tirent, torrent, tyranny, toxin, tank, tempest, tanner zeke, zena fox, flask, falkner, falkon/falcon onyx/onix, obsidian xena

X names:

xen/xene, xavier, xena, xeno, xenon, xeon, xero, xerox, xyx, xyr/xyre, xyra, xray, xeny/xenny/xenie, xenia, xander/xzander, xyla, xyler/xylar, xia, xavi, xylia, xylitol, xioa, xu, xan, xanth/xanthe, xanthus, xavia, Xinjiang, xinia, xenophon/xenophone, xayvion/xavion, xochitl, xio, xion, xiona, xiomara, ximena, xanthia

many here

red 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

clown 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

edgy/dark 3rd p pronouns:

list here, here

x 3rd p pronouns:

xe/xem, xy/xem, xy/xyr, xe/xyr, xy/lo, xylo/phone xyi/lotl, x/x's, ex/ex's, ex/exes, xay/xem, xay/xyr, xie/xem, xie/xyr xe/no, xeno/xenos, xeno/morph, cross/crossed, cross/crosses, x'ed/out, exed/out, ex/amble

hope these help!

[cattatonically]

The Geek Who Saved Christmas - Annabeth Albert

Synopsis

His grumpy neighbor needs some holiday sunshine…

Gideon Holiday is the perfect neighbor. Need a cup of sugar? Spare folding chair? Extra batteries? He’s always ready to help. And he’s waited years for his hot, grumpy, silver fox neighbor, Paul, to need him. For anything. But this December, Gideon would be happy if he could just get the Scrooge-like Paul on board with the neighborhood holiday lights fundraiser.

Paul Frost has no intention of decking his halls or blazing any Yule logs. Even if his spunky bowtie-clad neighbor does look perfect for unwrapping, Paul would prefer to hide away until December is done. But when his beloved younger brother announces an unexpected visit, Paul needs all the trimmings for a festive homecoming—and fast.

Luckily, Gideon is there with a color-coded plan to save Christmas. Soon Paul’s hanging lights, trimming trees, and rolling out cookies. And steaming up his new flannel sheets with Gideon. How did that happen?

It’ll take some winter magic to preserve their happiness and keep these rival neighbors together longer than one holiday season.

The Geek Who Saved Christmas is a low-angst m/m holiday romance with a guaranteed happy ending. This grumpy/sunshine, neighbors-to-lovers, found family tale features two heroes in their forties figuring out that maybe their sexily-ever-after was right next door the whole time. It stands alone and is not connected to any of the author’s other universes. However, it does contain a heaping helping of the same emotions and steamy moments readers have come to expect!

My Thoughts

As much as this book was about a colour-coded plan to save Christmas, it was so much more than that. This book was really about healing, with a holiday backdrop.

Paul and Gideon both have very similar baggage and trauma. While they each keep some things close to the chest, they also learn to be open, vulnerable, and honest with each other. They learn about each other, and to understand each other – and in a way, they learn to to understand themselves more, too.

I really enjoyed the growing relationship between them, and how they communicated with each other. Something I value in my own personal life is open, honest communication, and seeing that in the pages of a romance brings me immense joy.

I really enjoyed getting to know this community, and these two characters. I found myself quite charmed with them, and I’ll be on the lookout for a possible series!

While I will always be a grumpy-pants around this time of year, I can certainly enjoy the season vicariously. And if anyone is going to celebrate for me, it will certainly be Mr. Gideon Holiday.

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 1: Decorations🕸

🕸Halloween Shopping🕸

Albert Blithe x GN!Reader. AU: Modern. Fluff. Shopping for Halloween Decorations. Just some cutsey stuff going on. SpookTober Prompt: Decorations🕸

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🧡You and Blithe go shopping for Halloween decorations, having some fun along the way together!🧡

"Come on Alby! Let's go!" You Called, putting on a pout as your boyfriend came downstairs, dressed in red flannel and a denim jacket with fluff inside to keep him warm from the chilly Fall weather.

"Alright alright honey, hold your horses" Chuckled Blithe as he made his way downstairs to you. You were excited to go decoration shopping, always. You decorated for each holiday and this year was no different.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but I'm just so excited to see the latest and newest stock of Halloween decor! I totally wanna look for those cutesy spider webs for the curtains!" You Said joyfully as you bounced on the spot. Blithe chuckled and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

"I know cutie pie. I'm excited too. You know I love decor shopping with you" Said Blithe softly. And it was the truth. Ever since you two first moved in together, you helped with the house's decor. Blithe loved how you meticulous picked out certain colours or patterns for each room, your parents always said you had an eye for such things.

"Well, let's hit the road!" Declared Blithe and you squealed as you headed to the car, Blithe in tow with car keys jingling.

First stop was Spirit Halloween. You and Blithe walked in and were blown away by the many wonderful and spooky items on sale, from decorations to costumes. It was a Halloween wonderland!

"Oh my god, Alby look!" You nearly squealed as you showed off a Nightmare Before Christmas Sally costume. Blithe smiled at the costume.

"If I buy this, will you dress up as Jack with me this year?" You Asked shyly. Oh, Blithe's heart melted at that.

"Of course cutie pie, I'll be your Jack Skelly this year, Sally" Replied Blithe smiling warmly as he picked out the costume and he loved the smile you gave him. Costumes in the shopping basket, Blithe and you walked down the many aisles, marvelling at and scouting for decorations.

You two eventually walked out with an abundance of Halloween themed decorations. Loading them up in the car, you guys drove to look for some small decorations, many of the large decorations Spirit Halloween had. You guys stopped at Walmart for the bit and of course you saw the Halloween Squishmallows were in.

"Alby the Halloween Squishmallows are in!" You Grinned. Both of you made a beeline for the aisle.

"Hope they still have the Fall ones in. I really wanna find Connor The Cow in the Flannel shirt" Hoped Blithe.

"Oh I'm sure they still have the Fall ones. Fall and Halloween go hand in hand" You Assured him.

"I hope so, last year I missed out on them. I really wanted Connor, he looks so cosy like a lil' lumberjack" Recalled Blithe.

As you both reached the aisle your heart melted upon seeing Blithe find a Fall Squad version of Connor The Cow Squishmallow and just give the plushie a big hug. That sight alone filled you with serotonin.

"Oh thank goodness! I've found him!" Exclaimed Blithe, cuddling the red flannel wearing Squish in his arms as you walked over to your side as you smiled at him.

"I'm glad you found him!" You Cheered happily. Blithe found comfort in the plushies since his retirement from service due to an injury he sustained. The plushies helped when he had nightmares and when his PTSD kicked up, just holding his favourite one or snuggling up in a pile of them with you was the best calming feeling to him and he'd just relax instantly.

It was the best thing he had at the moment as you two were currently looking into getting Blithe equipped with a emotional support animal, mainly a dog. It's been a long wait and it was frustrating. So you were happy to see Blithe have comfort even if it was from a plushie while you two waited.

"There's so many Halloween Squishmallows and Fall Squad Squishmallows!" You Remarked, looking at the vast amount of spooky and autumnal Squish. Blithe looked at them, eyes wide as he scanned for one to take home.

"We don't have that one do we?" Asked Blithe pointing to Autumn The Black Cat. You shook your head and Blithe reached over, plucking her from the pile. You reached over and pulled Wade The Werewolf Squishmallow from the pile too and picked up a Fall Squad version of Malcom The Mushroom Squishmallow.

Squishmallows collected, you both drove to the next store. Along the way you both stopped for some lunch at a café.

"There's a shop selling decorations across the street, wanna take a look?" Asked Blithe with a mouthful of food making you giggle and nod.

"Sure sweetie!" You Bubbled. Walking across the street, you enter the store and began browsing the aisle. You bent to get a closer look at the decorations at the bottom shelf and when you glanced up you were face to face with a large black spider!

You let out a scream and fell backwards onto your butt, causing Blithe to laugh.

"The Hell?!" You Gasped and looked up to see Blithe hunched over, laughing as he held the now obvious fake spider in his hand like a yo-yo, dangling about.

"Oh your face!" Laughed Blithe. You started to laugh along with him, he got you good with that prank. He helped you up as you both laughed.

"Oh I'll get you back for that one" You Giggled and you both shared a laugh as you continued to browse the aisle together, all while you planned your prank on your boyfriend.

After your shopping trip into town, you drove home to start unpacking and decorating. Walking inside, you both began the decorating process.

"I'm so glad Spirit Halloween had the cobwebs for the curtains" You Remarked as you admired the spooky curtain decor.

"I love the little spooky lanterns they had, I just had to buy them. They look so cool" Commented Blithe as he began placing said lanterns about the house.

It was then as his back was turned, you decided to prank him. You crept as quietly as you could away to the other room across from the living room and found a good corner to hide in. You covered yourself up in the large pumpkin blanket you had since your Grandmother first gave it to you and waited.

"I think I picked out some good spots for the lan...." Blithe stopped mid sentence as he saw you were not in the room. And the whole house had gone eerily silent.

"Honey?" Called Blithe looking around the room. You tried to suppress your giggles under the blanket as you heard his footsteps approach into the room you were hiding in.

"Honey, where are you?" Called Blithe. You snickered a little and you froze. Did he hear you? Blithe looked around the room and saw the large blanket.

"What's that doing there?" Thought Blithe as he walked over to pick up the blanket.

"BOO!" You Cried and Blithe gave a yell, falling backwards on to his butt.

You burst out laughing as Blithe's face flushed pink.

"Wha..?" Stammered Blithe in shock.

"Got you!" You Giggled.

Blithe then began snickering. Damn, you got him good this time. Without warning, he pounced and wrapped you up in his arms, blanket wrapped up around you both.

"This year, I'm really gonna up my tricking game so you better watch out missy!" Chuckled Blithe.

"Oh yeah? Well challenge accepted mister!" You Retorted with a giggle.

You both shared a good laugh as you guys just only realised you were all tangled up in the blanket and both of you falling all over the place just to get free was just comical.

Yeah, it was going to be a great and fun Halloween this year.

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[direwombat]

tagged by @natesofrellis and @socially-awkward-skeleton​ to do this fun little oc survey (and limiting myself to doing two because otherwise we’d be here all day lmao) thank you so much you two~ 💕💕

tagging: @thomrainer​, @harmonyowl​, @funkypoacher​, @adelaidedrubman​, @strafethesesinners​, @schoute​, @aceghosts​. @poeti-kat​, @confidentandgood​, and blanket tagging anyone else wanting to do this survey!

Rules: BOLD (and/or color) what applies to your muse. Repost, don’t reblog. Feel free to add words!

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Shaved. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. Mullet. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Blue. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo (a bird). Chest tattoo (Wrath). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s) (they’ve closed by canon but she had them at one point and refuses to admit that she did). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturizer. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHING

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt (flannels). Band-T-shirt. Military jacket. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Army Green. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Shaved. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. Mullet. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Blue. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo (Wrath). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturizer. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHING

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Military jacket. Sports-T-shirt (she has exactly one (1) and she stole it from charlie) Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Army Green. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

[leifgrandeduchesse]

Prince Albert Victor, Duke of Clarence and Avondale, born on this day in 1864.

“The Princess loved skating, but since she was seven months pregnant she thought it advisable to merely watch the others [...]. The next day she again went out to watch skating, disregarding twinges of pain in her womb. Lady Macclesfield warned against it, but the Princess made light of her fears and had herself pushed onto the ice at Virginia Water in a sledge chair. Returning to Frogmore at dusk, she realized that the birth was imminent; and, just before nine o'clock, the child was delivered onto a flannel petticoat.”

Edward VII: The Last Victorian King by C. Hibbert

[two-sapphics-reading]

Hello from Kate!

Hi there! I'm Kate, one half of two-sapphics-reading. I'm a playwright and novelist who writes about women and bisexuals (especially bisexual women) in all their various, wondrous, magical forms. I'm also an actress, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, klutz, dog-lover, and overuser of tape. Besides reading, I'm a big fan of Broadway musicals, Taylor Swift, the color yellow, sushi, plaid flannels, the bi pride flag, and coffee in all its forms. Speaking of coffee, the coffee cup is my symbol, so when you see posts marked with this ☕, that means I'm writing!

(Oh, and I have two adorable dogs. I love them with my whole heart, and you should too.)

(^ Penny and Scout!)

So who am I as a reader?

Favorite Genres: YA, Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Mystery, and Plays

Favorite Books: Anything by Becky Albertalli, The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer, Nimona by ND Stevenson, Amelia Unabridged by Ashley Schumacher, Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzalez, One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, and Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas.

What I Love to Re-Read (besides my favorites!): The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli, Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, All Our Yesterdays by Cristin Terrill, and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

Favorite Themes & Tropes: Found family, time travel, writer characters, coffee shop and bookstore and theater settings, magic in the real world, friends to lovers, slow burn romances, mutual pining, well-written banter, dialogue dialogue dialogue, sunny/grumpy dynamics, golden retriever boys, fiercely-protective-I-would-kill-for-you girls, lovers in denial, retellings, heists and lovable criminals, witches and ghosts and other Halloween-y vibes.

What Gives Me the "Reading Ick:" The dog dying, insta-love, "I can change them," excusing toxic/abusive behavior, emotionally unavailable men, boring/self-absorbed protagonists, cheating, biphobia, excusing discrimination of any kind, pedantic/preachy writing, toxic masculinity, girls hating on girls for no reason.

Last Book I Read: Sorry, Bro by Taleen Voskuni (bisexual Armenian rep!)

Currently Reading:

Astrid Parker Doesn't Fall by Ashley Herring Blake (a gift from Liv!)

Orpheus Girl by Brynne Rebele-Henry

Beach Read by Emily Henry

I'm the Girl by Courtney Summers

Reviews to come soon . . . Until then, drop a comment with what you're currently reading!

Talk soon! :)

(^ picture from @hellosunnycore's TOON ME! Piccrew)