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[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE august edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the august catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

WHAT UR DREAMS REVEAL ABOUT YOU ;

have u ever woken up from a vivd dream and thought "what does that even mean?" yeah same. so i decided to dive into this for this catalog and here's what i found. dreams represent unconscious desires and wishes. we have dreams that mirror our emotional state.

three of the most common dreams that people have are falling, being chased, and dying. which are all inherently negative things. when u dream of falling, it shows a loss of control over an important situation. when u dream of being chased, thats ur brains way of telling u that ur stressed out. and when u dream of dying, it could represent a part of you that is dying or something you'd like to escape. 

and dreams about death are the most scary to me cuz i have MASSIVE fear of death but there are more than just negative dreams. usually my dreams consist of things that radiate positivity, or my dreams can be flat out weird. either way, if i remember my dreams i like to write them down and yap about them with my friends.

HAIR HEAVEN ;

i thought that since its leo season and leo's have the BEST hair its only right that hair is the topic of this month's beauty section. so im going to focus on talking about styling, treatments and general care.

how you style ur hair is SO super important to ur whole vibe and aesthetic. hair styles look different on everyone for a multitude of reasons but one of the most obvious is that people have different face shapes and different styles are flattering on different faces.

remember, u dont have to get the same haircut as ur favorite celeb bcuz its so much more cute and original when u get ur own haircut…💬🎀

now unto hair treatments. hair treatments are so important to keep ur hair healthy and lustrous and just well taken care of. so im going to give some hair mask and treatment recipes to keep ur hair healthy and radiant…💬🎀

now finally lets talk about some general tips to keep ur hair gorgeous and lovely on a day to day basis.

♡ use scrunchies instead of elastics when u can to avoid putting strain on ur hair

♡ incorporate collagen into ur diet with supplements or vitamins because its rly rly good for hair skin and nails

♡ when using heat on ur hair, use a heat protectant and try not to apply heat to ur hair on a daily basis

AUGUST MUSIC ;

this month i've really been listening to CHECK by the girl group FLO and let me just say, that song is an absolute MASTERPIECE. the music video was amazing. i love love the cinematography and the concept cuz its super hyper girly just like me and the girls looked so amazing and beautiful.

one of my favorite albums that also dropped this month was latto's sugar honey iced tea album. latto is so so talented and gorgeous and she rly ate down with this album so i highly recommend it to anyone who's been thinking about giving it a listen. my favorite songs on the album are shrimp & grits, look what u did and S/O to me.

BACK TO SCHOOL SEASON ;

for a lot of us, its back to school season and its the time to kind of transition from summer -> into the school year SO here are 5 tips on how to seamlessly transition from ur hot girl summer into a successful school year…💬🎀

♡ get urself an established routine

get urself an established routine 2 weeks before u start cuz the earlier u start ur routine, the quicker it'll be for it to become a habit. adjust ur sleep schedule by sleeping a little earlier, and going to bed at a reasonable time.

♡ reflect and write down some goals

reflect on ur last school year, what u did good and what u did not so good and based on that formulate a couple goals that u can commit to and hold urself accountable to so that then ur making progress thats trackable.

♡ be organized

organize ur notion, ur space, ur school bag EVERYTHING. organization is so crucial especially for school and can protect u from feeling overwhelmed and cluttered.

♡ brief review

im not the kind of person that like summer work, in fact i hate it. but a week or two before school starts i'll do a quick refresh or research the classes that im going to be taking to kind of set myself up for success.

♡ fix ur attitude

stay POSITIVE and dont take on a bad approach to this school year before you've even started. believe in urself, ur discipline and ur abilities and stay in a good mindset.

i have lots of back to school content planned still that hasn't dropped including studying, resources etc so that we can slay this school year…💬🎀

BACK TO SCHOOL FASHION ;

details for back to school fashion/academic princess style :

♡ plaid

♡ grey, pink, black and white color scheme

♡ collared shirts and jackets

♡ pleated mini skirts

♡ sweaters

♡ headbands

♡ knee/thigh high socks

long bouncy curls with a headband that matches something on ur outfit. ballet flats and leg warmers. baby pink gloss and square shaped french tips, delicate necklaces and bracelets…💬🎀

when i think of pink academia fashion the first person that comes to my brain is cher from clueless. here are some of her most princess academia moments in the movie.

cher emphasizes literally everything i've talked about in the pink princess school fashion scheme. the pretty socks, fluffy pens, collared shirts and pink->white->grey color scheme. even the way that she does her hair is very very pretty and flattering.

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (AUGUST 25-31) ;

♡ you’re the star of the show this month, virgo! it all begins on august 4th with a leo new moon that awakens your zone of spirituality. you could be focused on sacred release to clear space, welcoming in new beginnings. confidence is cultivated through deep soul-searching. on the same day, venus enters your sign, bringing a boost to your energy, creative projects, and style. mercury stations retrograde, also in virgo, encouraging self-reflection.

♡ for aries, it’s an exciting month ahead! the action begins on august 4th, when the leo new moon activates your zone of pleasure, inviting you to follow your passions! a playful approach in romance and creativity can inspire new beginnings that feel fun and stress-free. on the same day, venus enters virgo and visits your sector that rules self-care, encouraging you to embrace healthier habits. In the evening, mercury goes retrograde in virgo, signaling a time for you to get centered.

♡ for taurus, it’s an emotionally powerful month. it all begins on august 4th, when the leo new moon activates your zone of intuition, bringing major insights that lead you to new beginnings. with your environment in the spotlight as well, you might use this time to beautify your living space, pulling in bold animal prints and patterns. later in the day, love planet venus enters virgo, activating your zone of pleasure. take a practical approach to love, money, and creativity. then, mercury stations retrograde in virgo, urging you to release perfectionism and rest.

♡ for gemini, his month is full of connection! the magic starts on august 4th, when the leo new moon activates your communication sector, inspiring you to shine your light, share your ideas, and express yourself. leo’s passion blends with the fresh slate of the new moon to bring you an exciting new path to explore. later, venus enters virgo, awakening your intuition so you can manifest! mercury stations retrograde in virgo as the evening comes to a close, marking a period of rest and awareness.

♡ for cancer, success is yours this month! it all begins on august 4th, when the new moon in leo visits your money zone, inspiring you to share your talents and build up your resources. the bold expression of your skills impresses others and serves as a beautiful boost of confidence for you too! you’ll crave more meaningful conversations when venus enters virgo, awakening your communication sector. mercury stations retrograde in virgo at the end of the day, signaling a time of required pause.

♡ for leo, it’s an expansive month! the excitement starts on august 4th, when a new moon in your sign ignites a path to new beginnings. you’re stepping into the most confident version of yourself! set intentions for the future with courage and inspiration. on the same day, venus enters practical virgo and visits your financial sector, helping you organize money matters and work projects. mercury goes retrograde in virgo that night, encouraging you to embrace stress reduction and physical relaxation.

♡ for libra, it’s an enlightening month ahead, libra! the leo new moon on august 4th activates your friendship sector and invites you to step into the social spotlight. you could be making plans with friends or passionately helping others. set intentions for the future and remember that dreams do come true! venus enters virgo later to help you get grounded as you explore your emotional realm. mercury stations retrograde in virgo that night, highlighting the importance of practicality.

♡ for scorpio, prepare for a month of empowerment! the leo new moon on august 4th inspires you to showcase your talents. by doing so, important people take notice and doors of opportunity open. don’t be afraid to courageously share your expertise. venus enters virgo later in the day, enhancing your powers of negotiation as well as your charm. mercury stations retrograde in virgo before the day ends, signaling a need for patience.

♡ for sagittarius, it’s an adventurous month! the fun begins on august 4th, when the leo new moon lights up your travel zone, encouraging you to explore on physical, intellectual, and spiritual levels. embrace new beginnings that bring abundance into your life. venus enters virgo on the same day, inviting in well-deserved acknowledgment and opportunity. mercury stations retrograde in virgo, asking you to review your long-term commitments and responsibilities.

♡ for capricorn, it’s a month of personal growth, capricorn! the leo new moon on august 4th awakens your zone of transformation and brings change. you could be healing your relationship with money or crafting a plan to tackle debt. when you surrender into evolution, manifestations become reality. venus enters virgo later and lands in your adventure zone. seek out experiences that feel fun, expansive, and abundant. mercury goes retrograde in virgo before the night ends and asks you to slow down.

♡ for aquarius, your relationships are highlighted this month, aquarius! the leo new moon on august 4th activates your relationship zone and opens new paths in love. create heart-led manifestations and enjoy quality time connecting with others. venus enters virgo on the same day and visits your sector of intimacy, encouraging you to bond beyond the physical plane. communicate with care when mercury goes retrograde in virgo that night, marking a time of potential misunderstandings and snafus.

♡ for pisces, get ready to fall in love this month, pisces! it begins with the leo new moon on august 4th that encourages you to love the most important person of all: you! this is the time to take excellent care of your mind, body, and soul so you can feel rejuvenated. venus enters virgo the same day, activating your relationship zone. strengthen your bonds! mercury goes retrograde in virgo that night, marking a time of healing.

CELEBRITY GOSSIP - BLAKE LIVELY ;

this month the movie "it ends with us" was released starring blake lively and justin baldoni and it has been gaining LOTS of traction on the internet for a multitude of reasons. i haven't been to watch the movie yet but if u have, tell me how it was!

the reason why im going to be talking about this in the celebrity gossip section is because of the fiasco blake lively and how out of touch she is…💬🎀

blake is getting called out for how shes been acting during her press tour for it ends with us and her past actions and behaviors that rly showcase how tone deaf she is. the movie is based on the book it ends with us that was written by colleen hoover, and in the book it explores topics such as domestic violence, emotional abuse etc. because of the serious nature of the movie, her saying "grab ur friends, wear ur florals" was a tone mismatch.

a clip of her is going viral where she was asked by the interviewer on, what was the best way someone who understands the themes of the movie, could talk to her. and she responds with literal sarcasm. leaving everyone confused and kind of put off. furthermore during the filming for the movie about literal DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. she launches a haircare brand. which could just be unfortunate timing but i feel like with how good marketing is, this wasn't a coincidence but thats just my opinion.

the last thing i wanna talk about is an interview a while back when blake was pregnant. the interviewer congratulated her saying "congrats on ur little bump" which is so sweet. blake responds "congrats on YOUR little bump" which was SO uncalled for because one, the lady wasn't pregnant and two, the lady literally couldn't have kids. throughout the interview blake just continued to be absolutely obnoxious, ignoring the interviewers questions and just being such a horrible guest.

anyways i'd love to hear ur thoughts and opinions on this situation in the comments and if ur kinda curious about the celeb gossip i recommend watching this video bcuz d'angelo rly explains everything well.

STYLE DISSECTION MARILYN MONROE ;

marilyn monroe is an absolute ICON and legend in literally every form of the word. shes an amazing role model and something that i rly rly love about her is ur style and her beauty which is why im doing this month's style dissection on her…💬🎀

one of my favorite marilyn monroe outfits was her gorgeous deep burgandy silky dress in the film how to marry a millionaire. in this film we get the ICONIC diamonds are a girls best friend and honestly they're right. marilyn sports GORGEOUS diamond jewelry in this movie that rly tie her outfits together and give the air of luxury and opulence that is so so hard to recreate which is why no one can do it quite like marilyn.

marilyn rly made the iconic 1950s glam what it was. everything from her signature platinum blonde bob to her gorgeous, feminine allure. in her film gentlemen prefer blondes shes wearing an absolutely stunning orange dress that shows off her body. it has a super flowy mermaid cut at the bottom which compliments the snugness of the dress around her waist, hips and chest.

i could talk for HOURS about the fashion icon that marilyn monroe is but we dont have that kind of time in this years august issue of the it girls magazine…💬🎀

[joekeeryswife]

joe keery has such strong dad energy, especially in recent photos from italy. can you write about joe traveling in italy with you and your baby daughter? i just know he’d be the type to wear his kid around and splash in the water with her, and fall asleep in the sun with her on his chest, and feed her little bites of pasta. with you, he’d make sure that your vacation was relaxing and that you felt treated like a goddess. insecure about wearing a bikini? joe can’t stop blushing when he looks at you in it even if you’ve been married for years. while the baby is napping, he massages your feet and cuddles with you. in turn, you set up reservations at his favorite restaurants and plan manageable but gorgeous walks around the city. idk man just dad!joe on vacation

Italy - j.k

a/n: hello angels. how have you all been? i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA lately but i’m back and better than ever! this request is adorable! let’s get into the imagine. it’s not proof read so please bare with me if this is shit lmfao, im still trying to get back into the swing of writing, i also can never seem to figure out how to end my imagines so if anyone has any tips please LMK!! for the ending the outfits are in the little collage🫧

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“baby come on we wanna get to the pool, what’s taking you so long-” Joe barged into the bathroom without knocking making you jump out of your skin. after having your daughter Florence a year and a half ago you had been insecure about your new body.

you were curvier then before, had a few stretch marks scattered all over your body which had faded but in your eyes they were so visible. you just didn’t feel like yourself and with this being your first holiday since having her, you were nervous.

nervous that you didn’t look as good as you did before, nervous that you were gonna get papped and people online would say awful things about you, nervous people were gonna stare.

but to Joe, the sweetest man ever thought you’d never looked better. you had carried a whole human for 9 months and you looked incredible. “Joe, you scared me” you placed a hand on your chest and turned to look at him.

Joe looked at you, eyes darting across your body, seeing you in a bikini for the first time in over a year made him feel tingly. his face heated up “you look beautiful baby, jesus christ you’re gorgeous” he saw your eyes light up slightly.

Florence was in her playpen which you had brought along to keep her occupied, Joe had made sure she was safe before coming to look for you. even after five years of being together and three years of marriage, just looking at you made Joe feel giddy. he was so lucky to have you in his life.

you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he couldn’t ever get over your beauty. Joe knew what you were doing in the bathroom, he had caught you one too many times and he hated that you felt insecure.

he walked toward you and pulled you into him “my pretty girl” he kissed your head as he hugged you closer. “you’ve never looked so beautiful” you smiled shyly. there was something about Joe, he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. he had a special way with words.

“come on, don’t want to keep you and flo waiting any longer” you said as you pulled yourself away from the hug. he ran back to Florence who squealed when she saw her dad, the two of them were best friends and although it made you jealous their relationship was your favourite thing ever.

seeing the two of them bonding was the most adorable thing in the entire world. even when she was in the womb he would spend hours and hours speaking to your bump with her kicking you in response. “my angel, let’s go. mama is almost ready” you heard him say as he picked Florence up out of the playpen, she squealed in delight as he did.

-♡-

the three of you were lounging around the pool, Italy was boiling hot and luckily the hotel you were staying at had a kids pool and an adult pool. Florence was a baby who loved the water, she never cried when having a bath, if anything she enjoyed it.

splashing around with her toys was her favourite thing to do. she loved your pool that you had back home, every time it was hot Joe would take her into the pool. your friends kids were a bit older than Florence and she loved watching them play in the pool too.

as soon as you and Joe got situated on your sun loungers he grabbed Florence and walked straight to the kid section which was thankfully right in front of you. you watched Florence splash the pool water with her toys, the biggest smile on her face.

Joe was sat opposite her with the exact same expression on his face. it was honestly scary how much Florence looked like him. they had practically all the same features except she had your eyes, she was a carbon copy of him.

aside from the fact that Florence and Joe where best friends and looked exactly like each other the worst of it all was when Florence said her first word which was of course ‘dada’. you had prayed that she said ‘mama’ first but nope. it wasn’t like it actually hurt your feelings, your daughter had days where you were the favourite parent and it made you tear up when she finally did say ‘mama’ for the first time.

Joe and Florence had only been sat in the kid pool for thirty minutes before his back started hurting but the look on his daughters face made it all worth it. other than you, Florence was the best thing to ever happen to him. before her, he didn’t really care about being a dad. it wasn’t something he had ever thought about. but that sunny Friday afternoon, the day you told him, showed him the positive test, he never thought he could love someone as much as he loved her.

“dada” Florence said as she looked up at him and lifted up a purple octopus for him to take. “oh thank you angel” he took the toy from her small hand. Joe watched Florence with the softest smile, she was the most adorable thing ever and he couldn’t get over the fact that you guys had made something so beautiful. Florence paused playing with her toys and yawned. Joe knew exactly what that meant, she only yawned when she needed a nap, it sounded odd because everyone yawns but the little eye rub after her yawn made it obvious. she was tired.

after waking up early (6:37am to be exact but who was checking? definitely not Joe) eating breakfast and all this playing in the pool, the girl had worn herself out. “come on sweetheart, you look like you’re about to fall asleep” Joe said as he stood up, picking up her few toys and shoving them in her pockets and then bending down to pick her up. she had her small arms lifted in the air, her eyes squinting as she looked up at Joe.

he picked her up and made his way back over to you. you where laying on the sun lounger now reading a book with your airpods in. you noticed Joe walking back with Florence hugging him tightly. you took one airpod out and smiled at the two of them. “you okay?” you asked, sitting up. Joe picked up the towel that was on his sun lounger and wrapped it around both him and Florence. “yeah, she just got tired. i mean, it’s around the time she usually has a nap isn’t it?” you looked at the time in your phone and nodded. “yeah, she’s actually stayed awake a lot longer then i thought she would”

Joe sat laid down on the sun lounger, making sure Florence was comfortable before he started running his hand up and down her back and through her hair. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, her breathing slowed and she was completely relaxed against him so you went back to your book, letting the two of them have their moment.

it was about 10 minutes after Joe and Florence had sat down and the soft snores was the only thing you could hear from the two of them, it didn’t take long for Joe to fall asleep. he was just as tired as Florence was. you turned your attention to the two of them and felt your heart melt. your two favourite people in your company were the moments you treasured the most.

-♡-

“come on Joe i know it takes ten hours to do your hair but we are gonna be late” you said jokingly as you picked up Florence who was dressed in a white dress with the cutest sandals you’d ever seen, it was the last night in Italy before you went home tomorrow night and you wanted to do something special for Joe. he had planned this whole trip for you, knowing you needed a break from your town and the paparazzi (it’s not like you hit a break from that because they followed you everywhere!).

he needed to be appreciated just as much as he appreciated you and sometimes you struggled to do that with Florence. you weren’t saying that you didn’t love being a mum because you did, however sometimes you and Joe hardly spoke to each other because you were so focused on her.

“i’m coming honey, sorry” he came out of the bathroom with his hair perfectly styled, per usual, and he was wearing a comfortable but smart outfit. black jeans, blue t-shirt, let’s just say he looked perfect. he sat on the bed and put on his trainers and started doing the laces up, he stood up and kissed you on the cheek “you look beautiful baby” you smiled and thanked him with a a passionate kiss.

“and look at my angel” he took Florence out of your arms gently “you look perfect my sweet girl” he kissed her cheek a few times which made her squeal and hide her face in his neck. “right, let’s go, we can’t be late for whatever your mama’s planned can we?” you had seen a a popular restaurant all over social media which about fifteen minute walk from the hotel you were staying at which you also remembered was Joe’s favourite. he had been to Italy a few times and had always gone there with his friends and you had told him a few months ago when planning this trip that you couldn’t get a reservation which he was actually a little upset about. you and him hadn’t ever been there together and he wanted to take you there because he knew you’d love it. it was a surprise for him that you actually did get one. it wasn’t the best surprise out there but you knew it would mean something to him.

as the two of you walked hand in hand, Joe had Florence on his shoulders laughing as her dad played around with her. after about twenty minutes (due to Joe messing about) you guys approached the small town where the restaurant was and Joe’s eyes lit up, he could see the restaurant sign and turned his head to look at you.

“are we going in there?” he squeezed your hand slightly as his body filled with excitement. “yeah, i got us a reservation and wanted to surprise you. it’s not a huge thing but i knew you would like it” his heart melted, that’s one thing he loved most about you. always remembering the little things he had said and trying your best to get those things sorted. he had said about going here ages ago and honestly he had forgotten about it but you, you didn’t and you made sure you got one.

“aww honey, that’s so sweet of you” he let go of your hand and pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your waist. he kissed your cheek softly as the two of you continued walking towards the busy looking restaurant.

once sat inside the restaurant you sat opposite Joe with Florence in a high chair at the end next to both of you. she was babbling away in her own little language. Joe replied to everything she said as if he knew what she was saying but it made her happy, she had a smile on her face showing her four small teeth. “last night in Italy. is it bad that i want to live here forever?” Joe said as he turned his attention back to you.

you shook your head “no, it’s beautiful here” you smiled, if you could move to Italy you would, the houses were beautiful, the people were lovely, the views were gorgeous, so what was stopping you?. “maybe we could move here. i mean, not now obviously but sometime in the future we could” Joe said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“also just changing the subject, i really appreciate you doing this for us” he started but you rolled your eyes jokingly “Joe, all i did was make a reservation it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed but he took ahold of your hand and looked at you “it is to me. you went out if your way to get us in here and that’s just a small piece of what you do for us. you take care of flo when i’m away working which fucking kills me but you keep it together, make sure she’s okay and even make sure i’m okay and i’m not even there before you make sure you’re alright yourself. when we are at home together the only time we see each other is when we are in bed and at that point one of us is usually asleep. i know you miss up our date nights and even just being together in general” he was stroking your hand gently as he spoke.

“this vacation has been the best thing for us because we’ve actually spent time together which we rarely do. we have completely different schedules so i know it’s hard but after this movie is over i’m taking a break and i’m going to focus on you and flo. you’re my main priority and i need to spend time with you.” he kissed your hand and smiled.

“we do need to spend more time together and i do miss our dates, they were my favourite” his smile softened and his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. “i know, so that’s what we are doing. i’ll get someone to look after Florence and we will do something together” with happy your heart melting you leaned over the table enough to kiss him. you could feel him smile into the kiss which you always loved him doing, you didn’t know why, you just did.

“i love you” you said as you pulled away to sit back down “i love you more” you felt your cheeks heat up. you heard a small whine from the little lady who was sat next to you which made you both turn to look at her. she had the smallest frown on her face which made both you a Joe laugh “and we couldn’t forget our favourite girl” he said pulling her out of her high chair and placing her on his lap, smothering her with small kisses which made her giggle, making your heart melt at the sight. your favourite people in the world.

[websterss]

HOLDING OUT — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

REQUEST: Hello!! I simply adore your fics with my whole heart I was wondering if I could request a Lockwood and co fic with Lockwood? Where maybe reader, him, and, Lucy are all at the auction and once they make their escape to the roof reader fights golden blade with her rapier and just before they jump maybe she gets stabbed or something? And lockwoods just freaking tf out? And he’s just pleading for her to stay with him and just angst to fluff if possible? I love your fics and your writings so much! 

WARNING(S): angst, some fluff, mentions of stab wound

WORD COUNT: 1,746

PAIRING: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader    

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

Anthony had tugged on your and Lucy's hands back the way you came. Peering over the edge of the building had resulted in a dead end leaving you with the option of jumping into the freezing water or facing Golden Blade.

You all stopped dead when he blocked the way with the tip of his blade. Anthony had attempted to shield you behind his frame, but you weren't having any of it tonight. You were exhausted from running all day long, and you really wanted some tea and buiscuts. You were teetering on your last braincell.��

“That was mine!” He growled. The Bone Glass long gone in the hands of DEPRAC by now. Flo and George ensuring of its safety.

“Oh geezus, give up!” Anthony began backing the three you of towards the edge. “Bone glass is with DEPRAC, now it’s over.” 

“You don’t understand the game at all do you?” Golden Blade scoffed. 

It didn’t take long for you to unsheath your rapier, drawing it and directing it towards the man before you. His eyes met yours across the length of your weapon. There was a moment of tension and a flicker of surprise in his eye but he merely smirked.

"Oh my, looks like we have a fighter here. I always like a girl with spirit. Shall we dance? I wouldn't mind taking a spin." He spun his blade around, showing off and taunting you to attack.

“Do not engage, Y/n!” Anthony frowned.

"I do like a good tango!" You ran forward taking the first strike, ignoring Anthony’s pleas to stand down.

He sidestepped and your blade swished past his shoulder, missing him by an inch. His blade slashed up, trying to cut into your cheek but you'd already moved out of the distance of the blow. You took another step and jabbed at his side, only for him to dodge again.

“Y/n come on!” Anthony begged once more.

Lucy turned in time to catch him get up on the ledge, peering down into the water. “No, no, no, no.” She shook her head immediately, not wanting to take his extended hand. “No Lockwood.”

“Lucy he’ll kill us all-Y/N leave him!” He called after you, watching you swing and dart with precision, but it was the precision that made him fear for you to make a mistake and get hurt. 

"I always did prefer a woman with some backbone," Golden Blade grinned, his blade dancing above his head as he parried your next blow which was aimed straight at his face. You were good with the rapier, he'd give you that much. The two of you circled one another for some moments until you attempted to stab his midriff and he responded by launching forward, the tip of his blade piercing skin, your skin. You gasp as your weapon clattered to the ground, the silence growing eery and still as you looked down at where he got you.

“No!” You could hear Lucy and Anthony exclaim. 

You slowly look up at his eyes filled with amusement. He now faced a child simply scared for her life. “But even those with the confidence, are sure to have a weakness. You’re impulsive child.” He pulled the blade out of your abdomen. Your hands trying to clutch at the bleeding wound with shaky hands. You spared him one last glance before you turned and ran. Anthony had reached for your hand mid jump, but he had missed you by an inch. Your gasp filled his ears as you lept off towards the water. You fall into the icy waters of London, the air leaving your lungs as you plunge past the murky surface.

He watched you disappear with a splash. His heart thumping loudly in his ears. He gripped Lucy’s hand and lept off the edge. 

The icy water bit into your skin as you submerged completely. The water's embrace was chilling and bitter and you could feel the wound ache more when you plunged into the water. You kicked your legs and arms using what strength you had left to help you break the surface. You weren’t the strongest swimmer. Anthony knew it too, but you guessed when you feared drowning that your flight or fight response could possibly save you. You gasp as your head comes up, inhaling a chunk of air before you fell back down under the surface. You tried to kick upwards, feeling around in the water for something solid to grab on to but the water pushed against you with relentless force. You were drowning. Your head surface once more before you were met with a solid form. Your arms immediately clinging to it as you coughed up water. It wasn’t until a brush of fingertips pushed back your wet hair, that you realized it wasn’t a something, but a someone. 

"I've got you, I've got you!" Anthony held you close as your head fell forward onto his shoulder. "I've got you love." He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. His eyes closing shut as he fought to keep you both above water.

You clung to him for dear life. You were shaking and trembling with the cold, as well as the terror that you almost died. You were sobbing into his shirt, and even with the pain in your torso, you tried to hug him tightly, so that he wouldn't let go and you would never let go. He was the only lifeline you had right now. “He stabbed me...” Your lips trembled with the admition. 

This had Anthony recoiling back in your arms. His eyes wide with concern and fear. He immediately checked you over. Lucy treading closer to the two of you. "What?" She exclaimed. "Where?" Anthony had lowered his hands down your sides and when his thumb brushed against the top of your jeans lyour whimper was enough to let him know where it was you were injured. 

“Can you float?” His tone soft, but concern ridden. You barely missed the rasp in his throat as he blinked back tears. 

You nodded. Unwrapping your hands from his neck, allowing him to guide you on your back. One hand kept underneath you at all times. His hands had slowly reached forward to lift the hem of your shirt. Lucy's heart froze as she came closer to the two of you, her gaze fixated on the wound as well as you shaking from the cold. You had stopped crying, having focused your energy on maintaining yourself afloat. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to breathe. You’ll stay afloat as long as there’s air in your lungs, Anthony’s voice rang through your head, but no matter how hard you focused, the panic made only made it worse for you. Your eyes fluttered open in a flash, and you reached out for him again. Anthony caught you before you slipped under the surface, bringing you closer once more, letting you wrap your arms around him. 

Anthony couldn’t stop the wave of emotions that crashed up against him. He didn’t want to be crying in front of anyone, but he felt completely overwhelmed, tears filled his eyes as he held you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He had been afraid. Very afraid that he was going to lose you, right out here in the middle of the freezing river in London.

“We’re gonna get you help soon okay. I just need you to hold out for me a little longer. Can you do that for me?” He lifted your chin with his hand gently. You mustered a small nod but he needed more than that from you. “I need to hear you love. Just a little longer.”

“Just a little longer.” You echoed back to him. “I’m not a good swimmer Anthony...”

“And yet you jumped into the river.” His laugh breaks the tension.

“You were gonna do it first-had to beat you to it.” You breathe out a laugh.

“I would not have jumped in.” You both turn to Lucy, watching her tread water shivering. 

“Ready?” He dipped his chin to you both. 

“No.” You shook your head, you could feel the exhaustion getting to you but you knew you couldn’t let sleep win over your body.

“Whatever.” Lucy began swimming forward, the shore was the goal. 

“We can stop if you need to take breaks.”

“No, no stopping, the sooner we get to shore the faster we can take me to the hospital.” You breathed out again. 

“I’ll get you there safe and sound. I refuse to let the river claim you. I promise you.” He leaned forward and kissed your temple. You sighed against his touch. 

“Don’t let me go.” 

“I’d be stupid to.” There it was again, his charming smirk you adored. 

As you lay your head on his shoulder you felt his arms become tighter around you as a shiver ran down your spine. Your body shook uncontrollably against the cold of both the river and the weather. He could feel your teeth chattering and wanted to wrap you in his coat, give it to you, but you'd probably punch in the face if he tried. So he opted to just keep holding you close. His promise to never let you go would remain sound and safe in his heart. He'd swim across the ocean just to ensure your life, even if he was on his last remaining strength, he'd hold out to get you to safety. He was exhausted, knowing that the swim would take twice as long for you both but he'd get you there. He'd make certain of it.

He swam for what felt like hours but you could finally make out the shore. Lucy beat you both there, but she waited for you both to get there. She laid on top of the rocks, catching her breath. However, the look of relief that washed over her face made you want to sob from exhaustion. If not for the sting of your wound and numbness in your body, you would've flung yourself in her arms and just burst out crying right here and now. Yet still, you were so very grateful to see her wait on you. Anthony walked you both over to where she was and flopped the both of you beside her. Your chests rose and fell from the swim and the cold, but you were alive. That’s what mattered the most. You’d be alright.

[diorgirl444]

to all the greasers i’ve loved before - chapter 2.

warnings: bad writing (my first time writing a multiple part fic ), i’m so sorry it took forever to get this chapter out the flo lore is wild, fem! curtis reader though it is never specified whether the reader is a bio daughter or adopted and so can be read as either, doesn’t follow book canon, 1,546 words <3

Awoken to sunlight streaming through your lace net curtains and the melodic ringing of your alarm you languidly slipped out of bed. Shivering from the cold morning air you threw on a pale pink kimono-style dressing gown you’d found for a dollar at the thrift store over your thin white nightdress and shuffled your feet into slippers. The house was often cold because heating was expensive - everything’s expensive if you lived on this side of the tracks though. Yawning you made your way downstairs and sat down at the wooden table opposite your brothers. Daryl had already left, his shifts began early and finished late. 

“mornin’,”

Soda said in his cheerful voice and you smiled in response. It was impossible not to smile around Soda, his constantly pleased nature was infectious. 

“How are you feeling about school Pony?”

you asked turning your attention to your younger brother. It was the first year he was by himself at school with you and Soda dropping out to help bring some money into the family. It was a source of great contention in the Curtis household as Daryl had felt that as a girl there were fewer opportunities for you anyways least of all if you dropped out of school but even he couldn’t ignore the risk of not being able to keep the house.

“crap”

said Ponyboy and you kicked him softly under the table.

“you know you’re not supposed to be using language like that”

you chided him fondly as he simply laughed.

“Sometimes I think you were stolen from the socs as a baby and dumped here with us”

he teased to which you rolled your eyes and began to eat your toast.

Breakfast was relatively quiet after that apart from occasional requests to pass the jam or the coffee and when you were finished with your jam-coated toast and your cream-filled coffee you raced upstairs to get ready.

After hasty rifling through your wardrobe, you found your diner uniform. A bright cherry red dress with your name embroidered on the breast pocket, practical saddle shoes and your hair pulled up off your face with a red ribbon. After adding a light amount of makeup you made your way downstairs. You pressed a quick kiss to Pony’s forehead and Soda‘s cheek and went to your bike outside. For now, riding a bike was nice but when the eventual winter chill kicked it would begin to change and you would arrive home with red cheeks and frozen fingers. At least the diner was close - small victories and all.

The recognisable tingle of the bell welcomed you to the cosy establishment where you worked. As you tied your apron and greeted Gary the cook you pondered on the safe predictability of today.

You knew exactly the customers that would come in, what they’d order and how much they’d tipped. It always began with the grouchy but sweet old men who would order one cup of black coffee and tip high.

Then late morning their wives would stumble in droves where they would order huge pitchers of sweet iced tea and heapings of berry pies. They would tell you how pretty you were, and show you pictures of their grandsons trying to set you up with them and they were forgetful when it came to tips to bless them. So much so that you could bet that even later that day their dear old husbands would return with what you were owed.

At lunchtime, it was the working men: the builders, the scaffolders and the tilers. Your brother would come in at this time and make sure all of them kept their hands to themselves. You’d give him a meal on the house which was always a huge club sandwich. They were so-so when they came to tips but you couldn’t blame them. Most often already had wives and kids to support. You would listen to them brag to each other about how their boy had thrown his first football or their little girl had started saying “dada” and when they left you allowed yourself to shed a few much-needed tears for your own dearly missed hard-working father.

And at four their wives would come in pushing the prams or holding their kid's hands as they brought them to the diner for an after-school snack of banana split or strawberry sundae. They were your favourite - you adored children. You wished that part of the day lasted till the end of your shift.

But no, there was one last group that would arrive in their loud cars, smoke curling from their cigarettes and crude words being exchanged among each other. You hated to admit it but that group was mainly made up of the people your brothers considered friends - you did not consider them the same. The very last week you’d had an uncomfortable run-in with Sylvia and her guard dog, Winston in which she had insulted the much-coveted ballet flats that you had scrimped and saved for. 

“got a ballet recital after this?”

she had scoffed to which you had, perhaps rather defensively responded.

“They’re ballet flats - Audrey Hepburn wore a pair in vogue last month’s vogue”

matter of factly you had told - she’d probably been preparing another scathing comment but he had swarmed in, all wrapped up in leather and smelling like something wonderfully woodsy. Not that there was anything particularly wonderful about him. Wrapping an arm around her waist he had pressed a kiss to her cheek - a ridiculously public display if you had been asked. Then his obnoxiously crooked grin had turned its attention to you. 

“hi, yah mini Curtis what you talking to my girl about?” 

“shoes”

you’d said fussing with the straws as a means of showing disinterest as Sylvia extracted herself from his grip and wandered off. Presumably to go smoke outside.

“yours?”

wolf-like grinning as he spoke. 

You simply nodded noncommittally.

“well they are pretty cute - like a little dancer’s eh?”

he said shrugging before following after her like a puppy. You would have loved to have a boy hanging on after you like he did with her though he tried to conceal it. Apparently Sylvia didn’t agree though as they had broken up a day later due to her screwing some guy behind his back.

Ah well, at least that meant they wouldn’t be coming in like that together again. 

As expected as you were tying up your apron the old men were starting to arrive, hobbling and tripping into the diner and sitting at their respective little booths. What you hadn’t expected was the tall figure of Dallas lazily walking in. his long legs pulling him along as if he had all the time in the world. There was a lopsided smirk on his face as if he knew something you didn’t know and then as he waved a pale green envelope in the air it all made sense. 

You felt sick to your stomach as you stared at him, doe eyes wide as your hands grasped at each other anxiously. 

“I believe this is yours”

he said as he finally approached your counter with all the grace of a wolf pouncing on its prey.

“it’s not what you think it is-“

you started before he interrupted.

“so you don’t think that my eyes are like deep pools of dark chocolate? That I practically trembles with potent masculinity”

You went to speak but he held a finger up to silence you.

“look I’m flattered and all but Sylvia and I just broke up so it’s not gonna happen. Sorry kid”

You had been preparing to shout out to him - to come to your defence against the most self-assured, cocky guy you had ever met let alone liked till then in the corner of your eye you saw him start to peak through the door. Two-bit Jacobs.

Frantically you spoke

“Who did you come here with?”

he blinked slowly, perhaps confused as to why you weren’t weeping at his rejection before speaking

“I gave two-bit a ride. he said he had some stuff to catch up with you about”

as he spoke two-bit was making his way in - making his way to your counter, hands tucked in his pockets as he seemed to take in you and just that once you let your impulsivity control you. 

Standing on your tip-toes and leaning over the counter you grabbed Dallas by the collar of the denim of his jacket and pulled his lips down to yours.

To your surprise rather than yelping and pushing you off his hands found their way around your waist as he gently kissed you back. Teasing jeering from the grandfathers echoed around as your face flushed red in embarrassment. This was not how you intended your first kiss to go and as you opened your eyes again you could see Two-bit had left. 

“um - well, thanks”

you mumbled to Dallas before running to fill up coffee cups leaving him standing there with a gaping mouth. You might have laughed if you weren’t so humiliated. When you finished serving drinks he had left leaving you reeling. Would he tell your friends? Sylvia? Your brothers? God, you hoped not.

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

@socgf @heart-shqped-box @jujuheartz13 @r0seb100d @cranberrv @anifever @notagreasernotasoc @honeysmoonn @prettyb1tchsblog @berrystains333 @babylambdietcoke @mutlifandom25 @kaytheday @woostew @wipeddoutt @thecraziness @immisswor1d now i’m just tagging all the people who expressed an interest but if you don’t wanna be tagged or wanna be added let me know <3 (if there is a line through your name it means it wouldn’t let me tag you)

[planerot]

Radiator Spring residents ranked on how trustworthy they are in the kitchen

(All these are intended to be humanized headcanons, but can be interpreted however you like. Also, quick content warning for food and a brief allusion to mold)

Flo - She literally owns a diner, (I did some googling and turns out, even though it's called Flo's V8 café, it's a diner. The disneyland website describes the IRL version in car's land as a 'Route 66-inspired diner' ) she makes the best food in town no questions asked. She's the one who makes everyone in Radiator Springs their birthday cakes and dinners each year, and has their favorite flavors and foods memorized by heart. If she catches wind that someone in town in feeling under the weather, that person will have a big pot of soup delivered to their doorstep before the end of the day. She is also very good about keeping her workspaces extremely clean due to the health and safety standards that come with running a diner. 10/10, she is the best by a very large margin.

Doc Hudson - During Doc's earlier years, back when he was still racing, he was a very mediocre cooking. He made stuff that was incredibly bland, boring, stupid easy, or a combination of all three. After his accident and moving to Radiator Spring, he was kind of forced to learn to make more interesting meals after eating nothing but mac and cheese, sandwiches, breakfast foods and other such things for a month straight and growing positively sick of it (because we all know his self isolating ass would NOT want to accept any invites to eat or, god forbid, risk accidentally socializing while at Flo's when he was fresh off a life changing crash). He, overtime, forced himself to learn how to actually cook and thus accidentally became one of the most talented cooks in Radiator Springs, second only to Flo.

Guido - He spent a lot of time in a tightknit, small Italian village, living with Mama Topolino, I feel it's very likely he picked up some tips, tricks and recipes during his time there. The vast majority of what he knows how to make is Italian food, but so long as he has a recipe, I think he could make anything.

Luigi - Basically the same as Guido. Only reason I put him below Guido is because he doesn't have the basically super human reflexes and motor control Guido has, thus making him more prone to spills and mess in the kitchen.

Red - The issue with writing any headcanons for Red is that he's more a gag then an actual character. I did a bunch of digging on his wiki page and all of it can be summed up to 'He likes flowers, is a firefigher and incredibly sensitive'...so I worked with that best I could. I think he'd be pretty decent at cooking since firefighters usually take turns cooking for their team, so anyone in that career usually has to learn to cook something actually edible. Red likely learnt how to cook during his very early days of firefighting before he moved to Radiator Springs. His dishes are definitely simpler, but that doesn't mean he can't make some very tasty, filling dishes. He takes enjoyment in serving his food to others and absolutely will burst into tears if someone insults his cooking.

Lizzie - Lizzie is the stereotypical baker grandma. A lot of the recipes she makes are pretty old, but that doesn't make them damn tasty. Her memory issues make baking a bit harder, but she still manages just fine. Baking helps keep her up and moving, even if it's only in her kitchen

Sally - She's never really had a knack for cooking and does her best from what people have taught her through the years. She can make a lot of really good pasta dishes, but other then that she doesn't really excel at anything.

Sheriff - Incredibly average. He's more the type to get food from Flo's or buy prepacked stuff then he is the type to actually make himself anything. When he does actually bother, all the stuff he makes is pretty good but absolutely nothing to write home about. He's more the type of person someone asks to pick up groceries for a meal then actually make the meal.

Fillmore - 100% more a baker then a cook. He first picked up baking to make weed brownies and ended up really enjoying the whole process. His recipes are very hit or miss though since he likes trying to make his desserts more healthy in some way. Sometimes this means they just taste a little off, and sometimes this means they taste like he just tossed sugar and cocoa powder in a bowl with some dried hay and baked it. He is also a hazard in a kitchen since he sometimes he gets munchies while high and will completely forget stuff in the oven, thus leading to multiple fire alarm scares.

Ramone - God bless his heart, but this man can barely cook. Flo has tried to teach him, but he just cannot seem to quite get it, often burning things, adding to much seasoning or accidentally forgetting ingredients. He loves spending time with Flo in the kitchen, so he gets relegated to vegetable peeling or pot stirring, which he very happily does because it means he gets to hang out with his amazing wife. The one thing he does excellent at is decorating. It took him a couple tries to get the technique down, but he is an amazing cake decorator, his years of painting cars meaning he has a scarily steady hand and very keen artistic eye. Flo always lets him decorate the cupcakes/cakes when she makes them for people's birthdays and they always turn out gorgeous.

Sarge - The issue with Sarge is that he refuses to toss anything out. He isn't good at cooking at all. That man does not give a shit how black his scrambled eggs are or how his chicken wings could probably be used as bricks, he will eat them. Whenever someone asks why he eats obviously terrible food, he just says something about how this is nothing compared to how terrible food was in the military. He's grown an iron stomach and hates wasting food even when it would probably be better for his health just to toss out the suspiciously fuzzy loaf of bread.

Lightning - He has mostly lived his adult life living off of fast food, microwave dinners, canned soup and whatever he can eat when people invite him over for dinner. He could probably be a very competent chef if he was taught how to, but he is a bit to embarrassed to admit it to someone else.

Mater - Do not let him near a kitchen he WILL burn it down. For the love of god he is clumsy as fuck and will somehow seriously injure himself or anyone if left to his own devices. He likes the idea of cooking for himself and his friends, but in practice it usually ends with either a fire, a hospital visit, or some horrid combination of both.

[girlfromthecrypt]

Hello!! I really like the characters in your story and I was wondering if you have any tips for new writers regarding that topic (like how to flesh out a character, write dialog etc😭)

Ooh I feel so honored by this!! Thanks 😊

Ok so I don't know if I'm the best at giving advice, but here's something that I think helps me??? I dunno. It'll sound silly but I only ever write characters that I imagine I could fall in love with a little. It helps if you're in love with your characters bc that way you'll enjoy writing them.

I realize this sounds silly and possibly weird. I don't know how else to explain it. But like, I guess you might want to try and fall in love with the characters you're writing, and if you can't, you should ask yourself what's stopping you. Because then you can figure out whether or not they feel like actual people.

Maybe I should approach this from another angle.

All my characters have some little part of me that I intrinsically relate to. From there, I let it branch out. For example, a lot of Flo's struggles relate to my own. That's all, we don't have anything more in common, really. But me wanting to write a person with these struggles was basically the foundation of his character.

Reem--- her love of music was the foundation. Reem to me is what music would be like if music was a person. I love music, hence I love Reem.

Ok this is all very strange and abstract-sounding, but I hope it helped a little bit??

At the end of the day, my advice is: try to relate to your characters as best you can. Everything else will come naturally. But I might be biased, given that characters and dialogues are my very favorite part of writing.

[keeheauxtales]

S.I.S. (Self-Indulgent Series) | VOL. 1

“I’ll take a ‘me espresso,’ please?”🔞

☕️

MDNI

"I'm working late, 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger." – "Espresso" | Sabrina Carpenter

pairing: barista!Keeho (soft dom switch vibes as per the usual) x musician!reader (fem-bodied switch vibes as per the usual!)

synopsis: after your routine weekly performance — and after Stephen’s regular shift — ends, feelings arise between the both of you that can’t be fixed with coffee… but can create similar lingering effects.

word count: ~3.5k

warnings + themes: [semi-]public sex, unprotected sex (y'all already know: wrap it irl), fingering, oral (f+m receiving), squirting, pussy slapping, multitasking (it'll make sense later), multiple orgasms (fem receiving), cum play, dirty talkin' for days, voice kink?

author's notes: Sabrina's smash hit is probably gonna be in the top ten of my Spotify Wrapped this year, and then FNC sends these boys to work a café? this is gonna be fun (and long)! lol I'm writing Keeho as a non-idol here (that might become kinda obvious), and will be using 'Stephen.' also this actually has a bit of a plot with a backstory? a rarity! there might just be a "Secret Sauce" reference if you squint.

🎧 Listen to FLO's entire Access All Areas: Unlocked album (even while reading this hehe)

"thank you all so much for listening and vibing with me!" you excitedly address your small, yet seemingly attentive crowd of customers as they either converse with others at their table, or type away on their laptops, among other things. the gig is a two hour acoustic set with a break in the middle, and you do an incredible job of adding a subtle soundtrack to the ambience of the café. "and don't forget to tip your baristas and cashiers; they work twice as hard as me, and deserve your support!"

you peer at the handsome barista with short black hair and a face that could end the entire modeling industry if he so chose, sporting a pair of specs that you could almost tell were merely for accessory. Stephen looks up from the shop's ordering screen over at you, as if to give a silent 'thank you' for the acknowledgment. like it was the first time you ever did it (you give a similar speech every week).

you had been going to this particular spot as solely a customer for over a year before the owner took heed to the covers you posted on your socials. she figured your soft, jazzy renditions of popular tunes such as Sabrina Carpenter's "Espresso" and Tyla's "Water" would be a nice change of pace from the constant Spotify mixes that normally go through their speakers — and she was right! there could be statistics that documented the uprising of foot-tapping and head-bopping that took place whenever you performed, if ever that was possible.

the person who seemed to enjoy you the most was that aforementioned fine ass barista. one thing about Stephen is that the guy can sing his damn self, and he'd inadvertently let anyone around him know it too! only hired a month after you technically, you grew to like him and his aura – and love his voice. if he unintentionally belted a few little ad-libs during an instrumental break, you'd intentionally loop that break a little longer until he'd stop himself.

unofficial collaborations were a frequent occurrence between you two, and today wasn't any different. you decided to try something you don't do often, and played a song completely instrumental. you follow each other on Instagram, and he mentioned how much he loves the British girl group FLO in his story. he even put "Walk Like This" as his Song Of The Day note before his shift. so after you mentioned to whoever was listening that you're still learning the lyrics to the song as it had just come out, you opted to do a fingerstyle version of "Bending My Rules."

you know who already knew all the lyrics – and the ad-libs – though? Stephen, and as incognito as he could possibly be, he was sangin'! you couldn't help smiling from ear to ear, feeling heat course your face (and maybe somewhere else much further south) as you hear a faint voice coasting through the song like he wrote it. he never leaves from behind the counter, yet each note that leaves his lips and seems to reach your ear only is smoother than the butter that compliments the shop's bestselling croissants.

in a rare occasion of him being a part of the later shift, Stephen clocks out for the night when you're done playing, and is able to actually talk to you for much longer than he normally would. a routine all on its own, he approaches you to talk about the set you just completed, every other sentence accompanied with a compliment on just how talented you are. and every single one of those compliments is reciprocated back from you to him, and today, he's blushing while receiving them!

"you learn songs so fast!" Stephen exclaims with a chuckle as he helps you pack your equipment. "that FLO song literally just dropped."

"I could say the exact same thing to you, Mr. 🎶 Are you coming over~ 🎶," you retaliate flirtatiously, copying the run from the record.

"ooh, okay!" Stephen playfully commends your vocal ability on a song you're 'still learning.' several minutes later, your equipment is packed and being wheeled by Stephen to your car that's parked in an alley on the side of the building. even when the conversation takes a turn after he manages to throw in a couple compliments in regard to your outfit (a classic fall ensemble that includes a leather mini skirt), the song is still clearly in his head as he periodically vamps on the line "🎶 I don't want nobody, nobody like I want you 🎶" from the chorus and bridge. you couldn't help but wonder if this was subliminal messaging, and by the time your hands brush against his while guiding your microphone stand into the back of your vehicle, you found your answer in his hooded eyes.

you were already internally grateful that was the last item you needed to load, and now even more so as you lock eyes with the man next to you. both of you took the hint as you secured your car to ensure safety. entering back inside the café, Stephen takes you by the hand to one of the gender-neutral restrooms that's for the staff. after locking the door behind him, he places you atop the counter.

licking his lips while looking down at you a bit shyly, he caresses your thighs before beginning to push them open, eyes asking for permission. you confirm by helping to lower your bottoms and undergarments to your ankles. "god, you're so wet," is the first and last thing out of Stephen's mouth before his lips meet yours.

instantly melting into his firm kisses, you wrap your arms around Stephen's broad shoulders as one of his large hands land on your neck, fingers softly gliding over the skin in contrast to the way his tongue invites itself into your mouth. with absolutely no protest, you open your mouth, a moan slipping out before even more moans are muffled by the evident hunger of your colleague.

you both are in such a heated rush that you barely have it in one another to briefly explain to each other how you two really got here in the first place. even if neither of your nether regions bothered to care at this particular moment, Stephen helps you discard his apron before he speaks. “I’ve been wanting a morsel of this since I first saw you in this damn café,” he confesses in between longing kisses between your lips and around your neck.

"fuck, me too…" you exhale in response, eyes fluttering and struggling to remain open against his advances. you then registered how this was the closest his handsome self and gorgeous voice has ever been to you, and almost would take this over your weekly check, you were so entranced by it all.

"yeah?" Stephen quizzes as he plants kisses further and further down your body. "have you been wanting to taste me as bad as I've been wanting to taste you?"

by the time he's finished asking this, his glasses are off on the other side of the counter, and his face is eye level with your dripping cunt. your charisma that you display with an instrument in front of you practically never ceases to remain — even when it's someone as attractive (and attracted) as Stephen beneath you. "you're the top flavor I've been dying to try, but it's never on the menu," you reply with a smirk, before shooting him a playful gaze.

Stephen smiles right back at you with his eyebrows raised, biting his lip as he attempts to come up with a witty enough comeback. however, with the clear opportunity sitting right in front of him, he opts to stick his tongue out, giving a teasing lick that sends goosebumps all over your body as a moan forces itself from the back of your throat.

your head bumps against the mirror behind you when Stephen's tongue is willingly trapped between your walls, going every direction but back out. his lips join in, kissing and sucking on your folds, and soon after, his hands grip roughly on your inner thighs to keep your legs open so that he doesn't need to stop… because there's only one thing that will stop him, and he'll go for hours if that's how long it takes for him to receive it.

you're whimpering now, in part because your remaining brain cell reminds you that your impatient, horny asses are still very much in each other's workplace. but also because you can't believe a guy this sweet could be so fucking filthy in anyone's heat, let alone yours. the moans and groans he manages in between licks of varying speeds and intensive slurps send you into some sort of astral projection.

no matter how hard he was trying, your legs shook to a point where they were forcing themselves to close. while Stephen wasn't wanting that, he was too preoccupied to grip his hands on them any tighter. in fact, the hold was loosening to a soft touch that served as a contrast to the way he was devouring you like he hadn't eaten all day.

"you're gonna make me cum, Steph, holy shit!" you exclaim at almost a whisper, fingers wedged in black strands of hair below you. you were slightly startled when he finally let up with a resounding pop, his mouth coated with your juices. that sight alone would've finished you right then and there, but you were secretly determined to hang on a little while longer.

"good," Stephen growls, staring up at you with such salacious eyes that bore into your glassy-eyed gaze. before anything else could be said, you're blankly staring at him as he takes two of his fingers and places them on his lips. acting as a type of lip balm of sorts, he traces those two fingers around his lips before they enter his mouth. you can't help but moan as he moans around them, sucking on them for a brief moment. before you knew it, they were gradually entering your cavern, and by the time the tips brushed against the cervix, that cavern was clenching around the entire length of his fingers.

"oh fuck, right there!" you spit out, hands still in Stephen's hair as you push his head forward. with your eyes squeezed shut, you feel his tongue lick your pussy again, this time collaborating with the ever-increasing pace of his fingers thrusting in and out. he sneaks in a couple more sucks on your folds before you feel heat pooling between your legs. "oh god, I'm cumming… fuck!" you announce mere seconds before sporadically thrusting upward.

while gasping in the midst of oncoming dizziness, you hear gushing along with loud, muffled moaning while still feeling Stephen in several ways. you soon realize that you had squirted all over him, and just like that you felt another orgasm rounding the corner. you feel a hand on the small of your arched back, vibrating as you become deprived of Stephen's mouth and fingers.

you both let some obscene exclamations slip from your lips at one another as Stephen raises himself up from the ground. you get one button undone from his shirt before you taste yourself. he's able to shove his tongue even deeper in your mouth than before while both of your hands meet to undo the belt of his slacks. it's messy, it's nasty, but it's somehow cathartic – even as saliva begins to escape from your mouth.

for a moment, heavy breathing is the only other sound heard in the restroom as pants fall to the floor. "I could pay rent in that pussy if you wanted me to, I fucking swear!" Stephen affirms, making you both chuckle as he pulls his drawers down to join his pants. you remain seated on the counter, frozen and wide-eyed as his hard cock pops out.

there's a short second where you wanna slap the smirk off his face at your initial reaction to his long dick greeting you. yet you wanted it inside you so bad that your hands gravitate to it, and Stephen lets you, his moans low while feeling you get acquainted.

one of his hands are placed on the mirror next to you, and the other joins both of yours around his cock to guide it to your entrance. he bends down to give a couple of kitty licks and wet kisses to your neck, all while the tip of his dick is slapped against your now soaked pussy repeatedly. he continues this until you're calling out his name.

"Steph…"

yet nothing changes, except he inches a bit more of his length atop your cunny, watching juices splash from it.

"Stephen."

he still doesn't proceed any further, smirking at you quite wickedly.

"Stephen! please! fuck me!" you beg, volume be damned.

"louder…" Stephen commands before his lips land on your earlobe, "I want you to be heard on the other side of this door."

"fuck me, Steph, please!!" there's precum dripping from him by this point, and you may or may not have started creaming by the time he bottoms out inside your cunt.

"yes, baby…" Stephen moans out as you clench around him, "let me know how much you've been wanting this dick inside you."

"s-so fucking much," you groan as you feel him finally move, your pussy barely able to handle the thickness.

"so tight," Stephen confirms as he works to increase his speed bit by bit.

"you're so big," you're finally able to tell him in between kisses along his neck.

"yet you're taking me so damn well," Stephen encourages as he continues to drive and pound into you, causing your moans to get louder. "good girl, let everyone know how good you're taking this dick."

"yeah, S-steph, don't fucking stop!" it drove you crazy how much hearing him talk like this was turning you on, and he seemed to grasp that (or he was just on one at this point).

you had no idea how, but not only had the volume of the music increased, but an even more recent version of "Bending My Rules" had begun playing that featured an artist you liked (DIXSON), and guess who even knew that verse well? the guy whose cock was repeatedly hitting your clit.

completely unprovoked, Stephen ran with the synchronic situation as he choked out some of the lyrics in your ear. "🎶 I'm thinkin' 'bout you…… Fiendin' for you…… Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you. 🎶"

this song already had significant meaning for the both of you by now, but the both of you could hardly take your moans becoming accidental ad-libs to Stephen's solo performance. you know all too well about letting a singer have their moment, but that bundle of nerves was back in the pit of your stomach just ready to burst.

"f-fuck… h-have I ever… t-told you… just h-how p-perfect you sound, S-steph?" you ask him, staggering over half of those words.

as if on cue, DIXSON's verse started, and Stephen became the feature artist yet again.

"🎵 Girl, you're fucking perfect / Now make me nervous / You give me new purpose / It's more than lip service with you / Mm, we can do this shit too… I'm speakin' a new language with you / Can it just be us two? / If that's okay with you. 🎵"

in between each line being delivered, Stephen drilled incredibly ponderous thrusts into you (as singing while operating any instrument does take practice), and by the end of the bridge, your walls were clenching again at the same time that his dick began throbbing.

"I'm getting close, babygirl," Stephen whines, his forehead perspiring against yours.

"me… too… harder…" you whimper beneath him in time with each jab his cock gives, repeating your last word for emphasis. "harder… harder… fuck me harder, baby!"

before you began begging, Stephen had already begun picking up his pace. however, hearing you call him 'baby' for the first time set him completely the fuck off. his dick fucked into you harder, faster, and even a little deeper. before you could even try and warn him like before, he kisses you just as deeply, not easing up on that pussy for a moment.

his lips were to be a perfect muting device for the clamorous sounds you were preparing to let out. you could only think to yourself, oh god, here we fucking go again, before squirting around Stephen's cock, your cream covering it.

"mmm… oh my god, (y/n), I'm gonna cum…" Stephen proclaims, pulling out and getting the chance to actually see you squirt some more onto the floor before him. "shit… I wanna cum in your mouth."

"and… I want you to cum in my mouth, but I don't think I can move?" you reveal to Stephen, reminding him of just how fucked out (and fucked up) he had gotten you. he reaches underneath you to lift you off of the vanity, but you tell him to wait. he – as patiently as possible – awaits your next move, which was to put his glasses back on for him.

you both smile as he resumes adjusting your position to over by the toilet. you were feeling like the world's biggest whore as Stephen sat down on the bowl, mouth gaping as you wait for his permission to proceed… which he gives you by plopping the tip on your tongue.

you stick your tongue out a bit further, gulping before taking as much of him in your mouth as possible. you strain to keep your eyes open so you can peep his reactions to your hard work, and Stephen does not disappoint. "fuck, fuck, fuck…" he spits out as you moan around his length, receiving evidence of your release all over him, and he clocks that fact as well. "you get to taste yourself too… it's good, isn't it, babe?"

"mmhmm!" you reply before taking in even more of Stephen, feeling the tip brush against the back of your throat. fighting the battle (and losing), you gag around him in an effort to adjust to his girth. seeing the struggle get kinda real down there for you spurred him on, and you eyeballing how he's intently observing you through those circular frames made your legs weaker than they already had been.

if you wanted me to bust again, you could've just said so, you think as Stephen unbuttons the rest of his shirt and discards it by the sink. you moan at the sight of the sweat glistening his skin before dragging one of your hands along it. the other hand begins to stroke his dick with more momentum than either one of you thought you had at this point.

Stephen groans your name before he starts teasing you with something you said earlier. "you said… I had the 'top flavor,' right, doll?"

you both giggle before you answer, "I did," nodding up at him with a grin while your wrapped hand continues moving.

"are you ready to taste it?" he asks, voice beginning to tremble as he threads a hand in your hair.

"I've been ready, babe…" you claim with a seductive wink, placing your tongue right underneath the tip before he could think to maneuver your head himself.

"fuck! here it is…" Stephen pants, his eyes shut before the majority of his load of cum lands directly in your mouth, with a few drops landing along your face. you swallowed a portion before gesturing with your fingers for him to lean closer to you. still panting and recovering, he leans forward.

with the little strength you had recovered, you get on your knees, placing one of your hands on his thighs for support before kissing him. hushed moans of varying degrees leave the both of you as you deliver a helping of his seed in his mouth.

it's still messy, it's definitely nasty, but it's damn stimulating – more than any coffee bean could be.

epilogue

after helping Stephen clean up the restroom, and him leaving to check on the shop before closing it up for the night, you're both back in your car… well, kinda. you're almost completely in the driver's seat, with a leg resting outside.

Stephen? he's completely outside next to that leg, on his knees, planting some final kisses for the night. he started on the inner skin of your thighs, journeying up your stomach, and even giving your breasts some love. you let a couple moans slip from your lips as he bites some hickeys into your neck, and those kisses of each other's lips have not lost their intensity in the slightest, the both of you taking turns biting each other’s bottom lips.

"fuck, Stephen," you breathe out, "go home before we end up doing this at my place."

"that sounds like a good idea for the near future," he notes, standing up with your help before leaning down toward you in your seated position. "speaking of, so I'll see you next week?" he asks, planting one more kiss on a knuckle on your hand, firmly dragging said hand along your clothed pussy lips before letting go completely.

"ahh shit…" you start and trail off before turning on your car's ignition, "you'll see me tomorrow if you're working."

"yeah, I'm working tomorrow," Stephen verifies with a smirk and a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, "and I'll have that double shot of espresso ready for you as soon as I see you."

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

10. “Don't hesitate, just kiss me."

Crosshair x Reader, ~romantic~ (or as romantic as crosshair can get lol!)

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Good Girl

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: suggestive themes, allusion to alcohol

Word Count: 100

Author's Note: Thank you so much for sending in a request!!! This was a lot of fun to write. Oh, and I was listening "Right Round" by Flo Rida when I wrote this so, uh, take that however you want 😉 I hope you like it!

“Well, this is awkward,” you whisper to yourself as the bottleneck stops in front of Crosshair. Who’s idea was it to play this game again?

You do want to kiss him, badly, but you wonder if he even wants to kiss you back. You can’t tell with the death stare he’s giving you.

You crawl across the floor on your hands and knees and stop right in front of his face. He instinctively leans back a little. You sigh and lean in closer and close your eyes. “Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.”

Crosshair smirks. “Only if you’re a good girl.”

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[im-not-batman]

ummmmm, Ronance cars AU??? (I am so intrigued)

This one is so silly i love it! It's exactly what it says on the tin. I havent got anything coherent written for it but i have bullet points and lots of notes. So here you go! I apologise in advance, i write these usually when im high or jacked up on inspiration so theyre always a bit chaotic lmao

Crack treated dead seriously - based on art by @logicallyserial (i think their art is steddie though, and i coopted it for ronance purposes)

~Robin is a famous F1/Nascar/Stock racer who is driving cross country because she wanted to drive her super fancy car instead of getting a plane. She is speeding and then her tyre pops on a stone or something and she loses control of the car crashing into smthn and is stranded in Radiator Springs (Hawkins).

~Steve is Mater and fixes the car up

~Dustin has to be there like, legally , but idfk who he'd beeeee

~Joyce is Doc because bad bitch etc etc

~Hop is the Sheriff (sidenote are there Doc Hudson x Sherriff shippers out there??)

~Nancy is Sally obv - she runs the motel in town with her family but Nancy is the one usually working. Things play out like in the animated masterpiece Cars (2003), Nancy convinces Joyce that Robin should pay to fix the road or at least do some community service. She ends up thirsting over sweaty road worker robin because lbr who wouldnt.

~ stobin bonding moments! (Is cow tipping a thing people actually do?? Ask Crispy) steve teaches robin to drive backwards like in the animated masterpiece Cars (2003)

~Robin's big race is against Henry/vecna/one – who is all gross and sexist about her being the first woman since the sport became co-ed – and Eddie who is an ex champion, is super lobely but wants to retire because he's racking up injuries.

~Will is Ramon

~I guess that makes Mike Flo even though I will NOt write Byler

~Argyle is obviously the stoner Camper so Jon is the Army guy?

~ Lucas is Luigi!!! Max is the forklift guy I canny remember his name!!!! Gordo??

~EL IS RED EL IS RED EL IS RED

~ In the end everyone comes to Robin's big race à la the animated masterpiece Cars (2003) and Robin makes her base camp Hawkins for the rest of her career, she and Nancy fall in LOOoooOove etc etc

(mayhaps some circumstantial steddie towards the end. Robin tells Eddie that Hawkins is a pretty cute town to retire in if you ignore most of it lol. Eddie is intrigued and visits, meets hot mechanic steve)

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[kellyscowboy]

how do you recommend getting into writing for newsies, i really want to but i lack the confidence as i’m worried about being inaccurate???

hi ml!! honestly, i just threw myself in head first. the newsies fandom, in general, has such a little following that most people are happy with whatever content they can get. at least, that's my opinion.

however!! if you want to fully immerse yourself, LOTS of people do character studies on here. i also recommend checking out a couple of other blogs and reading what they have written for newsies! a couple of good blogs (for character studies & newsies fics) are:

@jack-kellys

@baura-bear

@emmedoesntdomath

@fluffydavey

@loving-jack-kelly

@noxexistant

@letter-from-the-refuge

@bound-for-santa-fe

@we-are-inevitable

(sorry for any unwanted tags)

also here is a newsies resources masterlist which might help!

aside from all that, i truly think the newsies fandom is one that strives on headcannons. as long as something you write for your character can make sense based on something from canon, you're set. and even if it isn't based on something from canon, who's gonna tell you no? people might disagree with how you write a character, but at the end of the day its YOUR fanfiction and YOUR interpretation.

when it comes to newsies, i think that as long as you understand the characters on a surface level, you can't be too inaccurate. which isn't to say that you shouldn't take the time to dig deeper into the characters, you definitely should! but i think if you understand the basics of a character, that's a really good place to start. you may even find yourself learning more about the characters as you write for them.

also interviews from the actors are good. while not technically canon, they have a better understanding of the characters then i think a lot of us do. uksies specifically has a lot of interviews where they talk about character interpretations.

i hope this helps, i am all over the place rn so if none of this makes any sense i am so sorry. & for anyone else in the fandom, PLEASE feel free to reblog this with extra tips and notes!! (and on a side note, flo i love your works & i think either way, what you write will be amazing!!)

[littlerequiem]

Oh Flo, I missed your post for some reason 😢 Is it too late for the New Year's Writer Goal asks???

If not, I'm curious about 🛳️ - 🦖 - 🌈 - 👾

Thanks!

Hi Val, never too late, thank you for stopping by. Hope you're doing well 🤍

🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

Yes! Eruri, Pikuhan, and Levihan (thinking of you for the latter, hehe). I have an Eruri one-shot planned, but Hange is my favourite character after Levi, and I would love to dissect them some more, and why not do it with some ships I love?

🦖 Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you'd like to return to?

I used to be very involved in the Fullmetal Alchemist fandom back in 2014-2015, and I really miss writing for this fandom. I'm not sure if 2024 will be the year I do a comeback, but I think I will eventually go back to writing these wonderful characters.

🌈 I've answered this one here.

👾 Do you have any "bad" writing habits you want to break?

I have so many djfhfs. But over-editing is the biggest one. I basically edit the moment I'm done with a scene, which leads me to edit & edit & edit and not actually write more. I tend to zero-in on details, which gets in the way of my creative outflow. I hope to find a way to change this in 2024. If anyone has any tips on this, I'm all ears 🥲

[rose-of-oz]

⌨ + flo — @xoteajays

Thanks a bunch for this ask!!

Before Shaw could get out another syllable, Flo had lunged forward and shoved him up against the wall, her grip on his collar so tight the veins on her hands popped out. He let out a small, pained grunt as the back of his head bounced off the solid surface, but for some reason that only served to increase the fury pulsing through Flo, and she gritted her teeth.

“You think this is funny,” she hissed, leaning in until her nose was practically touching Shaw’s and all she could see was the slight surprised widening of his eyes. “Dom’s gone, this Cipher chick wants to kill all of us, and you’re getting a goddamn laugh out of it.”

“Sure am, love,” Shaw replied, voice slightly strained from the tight grip Flo had on him - and all of a sudden, their stances had been reversed and Flo was the one pressed up against the wall, an impressive-looking pocket knife that must have come from one of Shaw’s pockets pressed against her throat.

“In fact,” Shaw practically purred, leaning in just as Flo had done, “I think this is pretty bloody hilarious. You wankers put my baby brother in a coma in the name of family, and now you find out your leader’s left everyone to go shack up with a hacker.”

Normally Flo would’ve been a little more cautious with a knife at her neck, but indignation gave her strength, and she brought one of her booted feet up to slam it back down onto Shaw’s toe. When he jolted from the sudden pain, she took the opportunity to reach up and jerk the knife out of his hand, pushing forward and spinning around in the same move so that their positions were once again reversed and she had Shaw’s own knife poised a hair’s length away from his jugular.

“Let me tell you something,” Flo snarled, regaining her hold on Shaw’s collar and shoving him further against the wall. “Your baby brother was an asshole with a god complex who was willing to sell a device that could’ve caused a natural disaster to a bunch of even bigger assholes with more money. I’m not saying he deserved to be in a coma for that, but I’m sure as hell not sorry for helping to put him there. And it does not-” She nudged the blade a little ways forward, laying the tip lightly against Shaw’s throat without breaking the skin. “Give you the right to laugh at my family falling apart. ‘Cause I’ll tell you something, not one of us was laughing about what we did to your brother. We were just doing what we had to.

“And if you screw us over… if I even get a sense that you’re gonna betray us…” She pushed off from the wall, releasing her grip on Shaw, before stabbing the small knife into the fabric of his collar, pinning him in place, before leaning back in so their noses were just barely touching.

“Then I won’t hesitate to do what I’m gonna have to do. Because no one in your family is gonna hurt my team again if I have one fuckin’ thing to say about it.”

And with that, she spun around and walked away, not looking back, leaving Shaw to struggle free of his own knife.

Send me ⌨ + an OC and I’ll write a snippet for that OC!!

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[nyssandracousland]

3

The Tower was incredibly overbearing. It stretched upwards into the farthest reaches of the sky. Nyss was sure that Andraste herself would kick the tip of it if she was not careful walking around up there.

“The Fereldan Circle Tower.” Knight Commander Greagoir said proudly. “I have been here for many years, and its beauty has never changed.”

‘Sure, if you are not a prisoner here’ Nyss mumbled to herself.

The Templars, Emmy and Nyss boarded a boat that took them from a dock to the entrance of the Tower. As the men rowed, Nyss could see Emmy shrink back in her seat. She put her arm around her and held her tight.

“Lady Cousland, I have a Templar waiting for you. He will take you to your room and help you to settle in. He will also be your personal guard for your stay here, and will escort you home. I have sent word ahead for them to clear his schedule. How long do you plan on staying?” Greagoir asked.

“Until I know Lady Amell is settled in and that I can do no more for her.”

“That is fine, you will not be able to see each other for a few days. It is apostate mage protocol, but after you may reunite. Until then, enjoy the grounds, take in the Library, and the History, and have Cullen show you the garden. I know you’ll appreciate that.” Greagoir almost made it sound like a holiday.

‘Why do all men assume I like gardening, I do, but it’s the principle! I would much rather be wielding a blade or spells for that matter, protecting those around me. Misogynistic thinkers.’ Nyss internally bemoaned.

As they approached the entrance the giant metal door swung open. It was nearly twelve feet high and at least ten feet long. ‘They really don’t want mages pushing this thing open. How terrified are they?’ She wondered.

Nyss and Emmy shared a glance. Their jaws wide.

“Is it not fabulous” Greagoir said boastfully.

“For a prison.” Nyss let slip.

Greagoir frowned. “You may be an Teyrn’s daughter but you have still much to learn about dangers you not know. Do not be foolish. You are not immortal, you could perish in these halls just as anyone else can.” Greagoir lectured.

Nyss nodded to show respect, but she knew she only did this for Emmy’s sake. Nyss hated thinking of her friend locked here, behind a massive door. The stories she had heard of the Circle were not of a place she would ever want to live, or as she interpreted, to be help captive.

The entry way was impressive. Statues in memory of Andraste lined the circular room. The Chant of Light was written in golden script along the top of the wall, along the bottom was flowers and greenery to give it a more favorable look, and in large black writing was: “To Serve Man, Never to Rule Over Him.” She figured it was their motto, to keep them feeling as of this was their purpose as Templars.

Greagoir motioned to a long hallway. Emmy grasped at Nyss’s arm, and they held onto each other tightly. The corridor was dark, and poorly lit, a complete opposite from what they were greeted with. All they could see were the two beams of light coming in from one end of the spire. They walked until the end of the hall and Greagoir said:

“Lady Cousland, you are to go to the left, and Miss Amell, you are to go through to the right. You will both be greeted by Templars, do not be afraid, give them no cause to harm you, and they will not.” Greagoir said.

Nyss kissed Emmy on the cheek and hugged her tight.

“Be strong my friend. I am here for you. Maybe hold back your quick wit for the first day.”

Emmy did not flinch at Nyss attempt to lighten her heart. She simply squeezed Nyss in a tighter embrace before being unpleasantly yanked away by Greagoir.

Nyss watched as she went through the door, turn, and blow her a sad kiss. Greagoir then led Emmy away.

Nyss was now alone. No choice but to go to the left. She pushed the door open, and all she could see was a bright beam of sunlight.

Then the enormous door, swung shut behind her.

Chapter 4

In that new hallway Nyss found herself in opulence. The cobblestone floors were polished, there was light all throughout the corridors, and the pleasing aroma of wild flowers filled the air. It was so unlike the previous corridor, she wondered if she had been somehow transported somewhere appealing, like back to the Arling. ‘That is crazy!’ she thought ‘No one can do that....yet.”

She heard steps coming from behind her, and a gentle but firm voice.

“Lady Cousland I presume.”

“I sure hope I am, or someone else has stolen my body.” she jested.

“I appreciate your sense of humor, but I would not joke about being possessed in the Circle Tower. I am all for jokes, but other Templars might not take too kindly.”

“I am truly sorry, I will think before I speak next time.”

“No harm, you obviously have not been around many Templars. My name is Cullen. I will be your Circle Templar Guard for the duration of your stay. I trust we will get along well.” He introduced himself nervously.

Nyss was surprised, he was rather kind spoken for a Templar, considering the ones she just traveled with said nothing to her the entire time. She quickly examined him up and down. Before her stood a tall, broad shouldered man. From what she could tell, he was almost a man. Still young enough to be in his early 20s, and had a head full of blonde loosely curly hair. His eyes were amber and his face looked unworn from time. He was pleasant to look at, but she pushed that thought quickly away.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, how do I address you, as you are correct in saying I have not had many dealings with Templars.” She respectfully asked.

“My Lady, please refer to me as Cullen. I have not yet attained any title other than Templar, so that would suffice.”

“Cullen then, I do have several questions about the tower and about where my friend is.” Nyss got straight to the point.

“I would assume you do, please, let me show you to your room so you can rest a while, then I will gladly answer any questions you may have over supper tonight.” He motioned to her to follow as he began to walk down the hallway.

“Cullen I need to know when I can see Emmy. I worry about her. She is like a sister to me.” Nyss couldn’t hold back. She needed an answer.

“My Lady, you will need to wait a few days. It is already very unusual for us to have someone escort a mage to the tower, let alone stay here to make sure they are settled.” He gently said, “Unlike the outside world you are used to, you will need to wait. It is essential for us to make sure we can be safe, and guarantee your safety as well.”

“Ser, I have spent my life with this woman, and all of a sudden she is dangerous? I do not think you…”

Cullen turned to face her, “My Lady, please listen. You have always been free, yes?”

“Always.”

“Then what would you do when you had pressure put upon you, that challenges all of your freedoms?”

Nyss thought of her mother trying to make a match for her, to cage her up to a pompous Noble. “I’d try my hardest to get free.”

“Exactly. How would you do that?”

“By any means possible.” She imagined scaling her bedroom window and fleeing before the wedding ceremony. Her imagination was her favourite part of her mind.

“Exactly. How do you think your friend is feeling? Free, and now caged. Anything could happen even if she means not to hurt you.” Cullen reasoned.

Nyss did not feel as if he was being condescending. He was gentle but firm on the Circles protocols. As much as it went against her better judgement she conceded.

“Your reasoning is understood Ser. Please take me to my room. I must lay down and rest before the meal.” She kindly said. “It has been a long trip, and to feel a soft bed would be most welcomed.”

Cullen nodded and walked down the hallway in front of her. “I am impressed you spent two weeks sleeping on the cold ground, not many would do that.” He commended her.

Cullens strides were long and his armor glistened in the light. It was shiny, and flawless. Not someone who has seen battle in it, like her fathers old armor.

Nyss briefly gazed at the walls of the corridor as they walked. The Chant of Light was scrolled across them, and portraits of templars lined the hall. They had not walked long on the stone floor until Cullen stopped and turned right.

“This will be your room. Please feel free to use any of the items you find in it. There are a number of books and scrolls of you wish to read or write to your family. Just be warned, the candles in the hall way are extinguished every night two hours after supper, and I will be posted outside your room to protect you.”

“Ser Cullen I am sure that will not be necessary.” Nyss said.

“Sorry My Lady, Greagoirs orders. He wants nothing to happen to the Teyrns daughter. Could you imagine if something did?”

‘Always being coddled’ Nyss thought. ‘But I understand the concern.’

“I’ll be back in a bit to get you for the your meal, there is no dress code, but please be mindful, you will be dining with many Templars who have no had contact with anyone from outside these halls in a long time. So to go less noticed would make this first day easier for you.”

“Too bad, I packed my very best ball gown.” She tried to lighten the mood.

Cullens corner of his mouth upturned, “It is up to you, but no powdered wig please, we only wear those on weekends.”

‘He just made a joke.’ Nyss was relieved. She did not deal well with serious situations so this helped a little.

He nodded to her and closed the door to her room.

Chapter 5

Nyss’s accommodation wasn’t grandiose. It was simple. A bookcase made of aged wood to her left and a desk beside it with an oil burning lantern on it.

A simple bed, which looked comfortable enough, and a shelf with a lot of used parchment on it. The room was cosy, and looked well lived in.

Nyss was always curious, and wanted to sort through the books, and parchments but she was too heavy hearted to do so.

Instead she decided to wash up with the help of fresh water from a basin that was left at her disposal. She looked in the mirror and a young woman looked back at her. ‘I barely recognize myself ’ she thought.

A once carefree girl had grown into a woman. She examined the scar under her right ear. It was from a battle lesson Fergus was giving her a few months back. She didn’t move fast enough, and his blade caught her skin. The bright red scar pulsed in the flickering light. She hoped it would fade, but it would always serve as a reminder to stay focused.

Nyss slowly wiped away the dirt that caked her face and fixed her dusty hair into a long side braid that cascaded down her strong shoulder and over her right breast. She sorted out her limited clothing and picked an outfit that wouldn’t draw too much attention to herself for her first real interaction with the Templars.

A white tunic, cinched together with her brown corset and greyed riding trousers. Satisfied, she then laid down and stared at the dark stone ceiling, watching the shapes move in the lamp light.

She kept thinking of Emmy and hoping her experience was as peaceful as her own. She couldn’t wait to talk to her. ‘Was there no way to even get a message to her?’ Nyss thought as she closed her eyes and let the flame from the lantern play it’s magical game of shadows over her lids, which eventually caused her to drift off.

Soon after, she was jarred awake by the loud bang from the door being heaved open.

“My Lady, did you not hear me calling your name?” An exasperated Cullen asked.

“No sorry, I must have fallen asleep.” She replied, and slowly started to get to her feet. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“I apologize, I just thought something had happened and since I’m responsible…”

“I understand. Is it supper time?”

“Yes let’s go.”

Cullen walked a step ahead of Nyss down the carefully lit hallway. The sun was no longer shining, instead the hallways glowed with the warm candle light. The flames danced on the wall and shone off the back of his armor as he walked. He opened the door to a large room with several tables and at least 40 men sitting around them.

No one looked up. Nyss was relieved.

Cullen ushered her to a table where it was just the pair of them.

“Do not women join the order?” She questioned as she took no notice of any.

“Some do, we do not have any here right now.”

Cullen pulled out a chair for Nyss and he sat opposite her. “I’ve chosen here so we can talk about your friend and the questions you may have. The other Templar’s seem not to notice your presence but if they do, be prepared for the onslaught of questions.”

“I thought Templars are free.”

“We are mostly but no one leaves unless we have an assignment. We really have no where else to go. This is our home.” Cullen responded, and handed Nyss a piece of fresh warm bread.

She looked at it thankfully, inhaled its sweet aroma and took a hearty bite. She hadn’t had any resemblance of an proper meal since she left Highever so this was most welcomed.

Cullen strode over to another table briefly, then came back to her with a generous portion of steaming food in a bowl.

“I realize you probably haven’t eaten anything in a while. I brought you extra. Eat, enjoy. Our cooks here are very good.”

Nyss took a warm spoonful of stew. She let the flavors and fresh herbs dance on her pallet. She hadn’t had anything that wasn’t cooked over a campfire in two weeks, other than tough salted meat.

To her this first full meal seemed like luxury.

Cullen poured her a cup of tea and continued to eat his portion of his dinner as well.

“This is very good, Cook back home needs to learn to make this. Although she is far too set in her ways to learn anything new.” Nyss complimented.

“You are never to old to learn something new.” He grinned, and continued to focus on his meal.

Nyss could see he was uncomfortable trying to converse. She suspected he did not have much contact with women, so this was probably difficult for him. She made a mental note to be kind, even if he was a Templar. Once she had her fill of food, she started the questions.

“So, what happens when you get taken to the right in that hallway?”

“First off, we take you to a room for a physical examination. After, we take the clothes you came in and give you Circle attire. When you do this, you’re allowed to bathe, allowed to cut your hair if you wish, and clean up as best you can. Then you’re put in an isolation room and given three meals a day. During each day, you’re regularly assessed and questioned. You’re also asked to display your talents, so they can understand how much magic you know. Then, by the last day, if you have shown no signs of possession or detriment, you’re allowed out to meet the mages in the tower.”

“Who does the assessing?”

“It’s the Knight Commander and the Senior Enchanter. This allows them to see what type of talents you could possess.”

“It sounds more like prison.” She raised her left eyebrow.

“In a way, but remember my lady, technically any mage who isn’t in the tower or a part of it, is an apostate, and therefore is illegal.” He again used his reasoning.

“I - suppo… I understand.” She did not want to agree they are illegal, but the law was the law and she understood that.

The rest of Nyss’s questions were regarding the actual structure they were in. How many rooms it had, where she could see the sky from, if she was allowed to roam alone.

Cullen told her he would take her to an observation balcony one of her days there and said she could see all the way to the Frost Back Mountains. She liked that idea, as well as seeing the armory - Nyss always liked to examine armor and weapons from different types of areas in Fereldan.

“So I suppose my last question is this; are you with me at all times?”

“Yes. Please don’t be alarmed but the circle doesn’t actually have ‘guest rooms’. You are staying in my room as I am attending to you.”

Nyss was surprised. “Where will you sleep?” She asked in a concerned tone.

“I have a place, you need not worry. Just remember I’m here to make sure nothing happens to you.” He paused, “Now, if you’re done your meal, we should get back to your room so you can have a proper nights rest.”

Chapter 6

Nyss walked into her room and heard her bedroom door shut, she was finally alone. She was curious, ‘Maybe he has information on mages.’ She thought as she started to leaf through the books on the shelf to give her some sort of clue. Mostly Chantry History, a few books on Strategy a book on Ferelden Etiquette. Sadly, she discovered nothing about Mage treatment.

However, she did find some letters written to ‘Cullen Rutherford’, from a woman. ‘No I shouldn’t read these, this is personal.’ She argued with herself.

Her inquiring mind got the best of her, and she picked one up off the shelf and started to read.

My dearest Cullen,

Things on the farm have been hard. Mother and father both are suffering from old age and sickness but we are hoping things will get better. Branson and his son are helping as much as they can.

I am so proud of you and every day I thank the Maker you are alive and well. Oh please write more often. I have much to tell you, I have had my hand asked for by Lon, you remember him don’t you? You were a little boy but I’m sure you remember him. I haven’t decided yet. But he seems decent.

Please come home for a visit, and write soon you ninny.

Love, your sister Mia

‘I shouldn’t have read that, but it wasn’t harmful. It’s so strange to think of Templars having families who have normal lives.’ Nyss thought.

For a moment, her mind had strayed from Emmy and started to think of what the Rutherford’s farm could have been like. She closed her eyes and pictured a big barn with horses and cows, and a garden full of vegetables. She pictured what Mia could have looked like and this Lon. She wondered what his mother and father were doing on a night like tonight. Nyss allowed her thoughts to roam, and soon enough, she was asleep.

Dawn came, and Cullen brought Nyss breakfast to her room. She was great full, she sat on the bed while Cullen sat on the chair at the writing desk, and they discussed the Circle.

“Do you feel all Mages are a danger?” She questioned.

“I’m sure they are not all going to fall prey to demons.”

“But I mean, the ones that do not, shouldn’t they be allowed more freedoms?”

“I suppose, but you never know when something can happen.”

“Ser, you could hurt yourself from riding a horse but yet you still ride. Shouldn’t individuals be given more credit?”

“In a perfect world, I agree. We cannot live in fear. Fear breeds hate.”

“Exactly. Does the Chantry teach us to hate?” Nyss raised an eyebrow.

“No My Lady, but being in charge of those who could harm, is a whole other issue. We are not supposed to hate our charges, we are supposed to…” he trailed off.

“You’re supposed to keep them under your careful watch.” She sighed. “I understand Cullen.” She took a sip of her warm floral tea, “At least you are kind enough to discuss this. Most will not. I appreciate it.” She smiled at him.

Cullen smiled back at her, and sipped his own tea. “Did you always know Emmy was a Mage?”

“Depends, are you going to lock me up if I did?”

“Never, then I’d have to answer your ethical questions more often.” He laughed.

Nyss grinned, and took a deep breath. “I found out a few years after the Amells moved to Highever. We were playing and Emmy threw a magnificent fireball at me. It grazed my shoulder, and singed my eyebrows off. It was sort of a dead giveaway.”

“And you knew to keep it secret?”

“Of course, she was my best friend and I knew what consequences were.”

“It’s so rare to meet someone who cares for people beyond what is necessary.” He said quietly.

“Do not Templars care for one another?”

“I suppose, we become companions but we tend to watch out for ourselves, unless in battle. Then we work as a unit.”

“So no one to really confide in? No one to send a letter to just to say ‘Hello! I fell into a giant swamp today.’?”

Cullen chuckled. “Sadly no.”

“That is rather a lonely life Ser. I tell Emmy everything. She knows me well, she came and found me a few weeks back when I had ran away from a party my mother threw. She knew exactly where I’d be.”

“Your mother throws parties?”

“She is quite invested in my future…..” Nyss furrowed her brow. “Not what I want, but what they deem useful.”

“I see, I’m sure the young men lined up for their chance at a dance!” He teased.

Nyss scrunched her face. “There were a few, but they are all so pomp and ceremony. So after pleasantries, I left. I can only make small talk for so long with people who only speak of their wealth and their endowment size.”

“I am glad to hear you are not so eager to find someone, most jump at the opportunity.” He said quietly.

Nyss grinned, “I want an adventure first.”

“Then let me show you some of the Tower!” He said excitedly.

Cullens stood and motioned for her to follow. She followed quietly as he took her to the Templar library.

Most of the corridors on the way there all looked the same. So she made a mental note not to get too sidetracked by them for when she would relay her experiences to Emmy.

The Templar library had more books than she had ever seen before. Walls lined from top to bottom with tomes, scrolls, pictures and histories.

Nyss was completely captivated by it all. Cullen could obviously tell, so he asked her “Do you enjoy the histories?”

“I do, my father was part of the warriors that took Ferelden back from Orlais. He fought with General Howe, Loghaine and King Meric.”

“That’s impressive. I had no idea your family history was so well written.” He paused and looked at Nyss. “Well my lady you can spend as much time here as you wish, and of course any questions you may have I am more than happy to answer, and if you would like to take a book back to your room we will have that arranged.” He drew in a deep breath. “Now I need to do some of my own readings, I will be in meditation for a while, but should you need assistance feel free to rouse me.”

Cullen turned and walked towards a desk not far away. He sat down, and closed is eyes. Today, he wasn’t wearing his Templar armor. He was wearing his robes that Nyss had seen another Templar wearing at dinner last night. They were a deep garnet color and had golden embellishments. They were fitted to him, and if she did not know any better, he could have passed for Nobility.

Nyss noticed that he slightly swayed side to side as he meditated on what she believed was the Chant of Light, as that is all she figured Templars ever thought about.

So instead of the Chant, she decided to finger through the books on the higher shelves. She figured less read works would be out of normal reach and perhaps that’s where she could find information on Mages or Templars.

Sure enough she found one entitled “Magic and Order - a History”. She sat down on the cold cobble ground and started to read it.

Nyss thought about Emmy as she turned each page and realized how feared Mages were. There was a part that spoke of The Tevinter Imperium where Mages were more or less completely free, and she made a note of remembering to suggest Emmy flee there to hide.

As time during the day passed, her patience for the evening meal was growing. She felt hungry, and realized she had been so involved with her book she missed lunch. Which reminded her that Cullen missed lunch as well. She looked over to the desk he was still sitting at.

The suns rays coming through the window had sprawled far enough across the room to illuminate the back of his head. The sheen that came from his locks was magnificent. She decided she would quietly see what he was doing for so long.

She silently walked up behind him, and peaked over his shoulder.

“What are you reading?” She asked.

“Oh my lady, nothing.” He quickly shut the book. “You startled me, how are you so quiet?”

“My brother Fergus taught me to use my rogue skills well.” She grinned wickedly, “so what are you reading?” She asked again.

“Honestly nothing, just Templar information, how to remain chaste, pieces of the Chant and so on.” He said shifting in his seat.

Nyss jokingly rolled her eyes. She knew it was not Templar business. “You are a terrible liar.” She smiled.

At this point she understood that anyone who shuts a book that quickly is looking at something they are secretive of. She caught Ser Gilmore doing that on a number of occasions, always to find him reading the romantic poetry that he so loved.

“Uh-er-ugh, fine, I was reading about war tactics.” He said unconvincingly.

“I see.” Nyss grabbed the book like a child and read the title out loud, “‘How to Capture the Queen’?”

“It’s not what you think, it’s chess strategies. It was one of my favourite games as a child and I have yet to find someone here who would best me at a game. I don’t mean to boast but I am really a decent player.” Cullen said proudly.

“You played chess before you came here? What else did you like to do before you came here?” She asked sitting down across from him.

“It’s been a long time, and I wasn’t the youngest when I first started my Templar training. I was thirteen when I came to the Order, some are even younger. I did not receive my title as Templar until I was eighteen, they want us educated and trained first. My sister Mia was the biggest supporter of my decision to want to become a Templar. Everyone else thought I was daft, but this is what I have always wanted.” He stopped, “Sorry that was not the question you asked.”

“That is alright, I suppose if I’m going to be spending my time with you, I would like to at least get to know you.”

The edges of Cullens mouth did a delicate upturn. Nyss could barely tell. She didn’t usually have a hard time reading people, but he was an unusual case.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a harm to either of us to do that. After all it will be a quiet time if we don’t.” He said. “And I did enjoy our conversation this morning.”

“Then how about we talk over a game of chess?” She suggested.

“Sound’s like my type of conversation.”

[ivepetthatpokemon]

I've been asked for the pattern for these. I write all my patterns down but I don't usually release them because they're haphazard, untested, and mostly for personal use. My videos aren't really tutorials either.

I'm happy to oblige though, just a fair warning you may need to adapt any of my mistakes.

Pattern after the cut:

Applin

Apple (Light Red, Red, Light Brown)

6 sc in a magic ring in Light Red

6 inc (12)

(sc, inc) x 6 (18)

(2sc, inc) x 6 (24)

sc around (24)

(3sc, inc) x 6 (30)

(4sc, inc) x 6 (36)

(5sc, inc) x 6 (42)

(6sc, inc) x 6 (48)

FLO - (skip stitch, sc, 2 dc in next stitch, 3 tc in next stitch, 3 tc in next stitch, 2 dc in next stitch, sc, skip stitch) x 6

In the back loops from the previous round - (7sc, inc) x 6 (54)

Switch to your darker Red - sc around for 8 rounds (54)

(7sc, dec) x 6 (48)

sc around for 3 rounds (48)

(6sc, dec) x 6 (42)

Switch to Light Brown - 3sc, 3 spike stitches, (4sc, 3 spike stitches) x 5, sc (42)

Stuff as you go.

(5sc, dec) x 6 (36)

(4sc, dec) x 6 (30)

(3sc, dec) x 6 (24)

(2sc, dec) x 6 (18)

(sc, dec) x 6 (12)

dec x 6 (6)

Close off the apple. Run your thread through the centre of the apple up to the top and back down. Pull tight to give it the dimple. FO.

Eyes (Light Green) x2

6sc in magic ring

Inc x 6 (12)

sc around for two rounds (12)

(sc, inc) x 6 (18)

sc around for two rounds (18)

(sc, dec) x 6 (12)

sc around (12)

(sc, dec) x 4 (8)

sc around for four rounds (8)

Stitch to the top of the apple.

Make two pupils out of felt and glue to the eye stalks.

Tail (Green)

6sc in magic ring

sc around (6)

inc x 6 (12)

sc around for 10 rounds (12)

Top of Tail (Light Green)

chain 6, turn

sc 5, ch 1, turn for 6 rows

skip stitch, hdc, 3dc in next stitch, hdc, sc

FO and stitch to top of tail.

Stuff tail, run a pipe cleaner through the tip, stitch to the apple.

Appletun

Body (Brown, Light Brown, Green)

In brown - 6sc in magic ring

Increase each round by 6 until you reach 84 stitches.

sc around for 8 rounds (84)

Switch to Light Brown - sc around for two rounds (84)

(12sc, dec) x 6 (78)

sc around (78)

Switch to Green - sc around (78)

(11sc, dec) x 6 (72)

sc around for four rounds (72)

(10sc, dec) x 6 (66)

sc around (66)

(9sc, dec) x 6 (60)

sc around (60)

(8sc, dec) x 6 (54)

sc around (54)

Decrease by six each round until you can finish off. Stuff as you go.

Pie Crust (Light Brown, Brown)

In Brown - Chain 20, turn

18sc, 4sc in next stitch, work the opposite side of the chain - 17sc, 3sc in next stitch, slip stitch (42)

(17sc, 4inc) x 2 (50)

Make two.

In Light Brown, follow the same pattern but add:

(17sc, (sc, inc) x 4) x 2 (58)

Make two, stitch the darker brown on top of the lighter brown. Make a lattice pattern and stitch on top of the body.

Front Legs (Green) x2

Chain 6

(Yarn over, insert hook into stitch, yarn over, pull through one loop, yarn over, pull through 2 loops) x 4, yarn over, pull through 5 loops. This is the toe stitch from here!

(Toe stitch, sc) x 2, toe st, sl st

Going round the toes to form a round - 10 sc (10)

(4sc, inc) x 2 (12)

sc around twice (12)

3sc, 4sc in BLO, 5 sc (12)

2sc, ch 1, turn

5sc, ch 1, turn

8sc, in the front loops of the stitches we worked BLO a few rows down - 5sc FLO, 3sc (16)

5sc BLO, 11sc (16)

(7sc, inc) x 6 (18)

sc around twice (18)

For the left leg:

4sc, ch1, turn

(10 sc, ch 1, turn) x 2

For the right leg:

15sc, ch1, turn

(10sc, ch1, turn) x 2

Stuff and attach to body.

Back Legs (Green) x 2

Chain 8

(toe st, 2sc) x 2, toe st, sl st

14 sc to form round (14

sc around

ch1, turn, sc 7

6sc in magic ring

inc x 6 (12)

(sc, inc) x 6 (18)

sc, inc, (2sc, inc) x 5, sc (24)

(3sc, inc) x 6 (30)

sc around for 5 rounds (30)

Attach to body and base of foot, stuff and stitch.

Tail (Green)

4sc in magic ring

sc around (4)

inc x 4 (8)

sc around three times (8)

(sc, inc) x 4 (12)

sc around twice (12)

(sc, inc) x 6 (18)

sc around (18)

(2sc, inc) x 6 (24)

sc around twice (24)

Stuff and attach to body

Head/Neck (Green)

6sc in magic ring

inc x 6 (12)

(sc, inc) x 6 (18)

sc around for 5 rounds (18)

(2sc, inc) x 6 (24)

(3sc, inc) x 6 (30)

sc around for 6 rounds (30)

(3sc, dec) x 6 (24)

sc around for 6 rounds (24)

sc 10

Stuff and attach to body

Underbelly (Light Yellow)

6sc in magic ring

Increase by 6 each round until you reach a circle of 72 stitches

Under Neck (Light Yellow)

Chain 15, turn

(sc 14, ch1, turn) x 7

sc7, 2hdc in next stitch, (2dc, tc, 2dc) in next stitch, 2hdc in next stitch, 3sc, 2hdc in next stitch, 5sc, 2hdc in next stitch, 3sc, 2hdc in next stitch, (2dc, tc, 2dc) in next stitch, 2hdc in next stitch, 7sc

Attach both underbelly and neck to the base of the Appletun.

Apple (Light Red, Red)

6sc in magic ring in Red

inc x 6 (12)

(sc, inc) x 6 (18)

(2sc, inc) x 6 (24)

(3sc, inc) x 6 (30)

sc around three times (30)

(sc, hdc, 3dc in one stitch, hdc, sc) x 4

Switch to Light Red - (sc, hdc, 3dc in one stitch, hdc, sc) x 2

Stuff and attach to head, be sure eyes can fit underneath before you stitch it fully.

Eyes (Green, Yellow) x2

6sc in magic ring in Green

inc x 6 (12)

sc around for 9 rounds (12)

Separately, in Yellow - Chain 8, turn

sc 7, 3sc in next stitch, sc6, ch1, turn

sc6, inc x 3, sc6

Fold the green eyes, stitch on the yellow. Attach to the head, just under the apple. Add pupils in felt.

Leaves (Red, Light Green, Light Yellow)

Chain 7, turn

sc, hdc, 3dc, (hdc, ch2, sc in 2nd chain from hook, 2hdc) in final stitch

On the other side of the original chain - 3dc, hdc, sc, sl st into first stitch

Make two in Red and two in Light Green. Stitch a Red and Green leaf together.

In Light Yellow - chain 4, turn

Sl st, (sc, hdc, sc) in next stitch, sl st, turn, repeat on other side.

Make two, stitch them to each leaf on the Light Green side. Stitch to the top of the body, Yellow and Green facing outwards.

Apologies if some of this doesn't make sense, it didn't totally make sense to me reading my notes. Adapt it for yourself, figure it out, whatever works for you.

If you make these, send me a link, I'd love to see them!

A little look at Applin and Appletun I’ve crocheted for my next video which should hopefully be out next week

[girlfromthecrypt]

Had fun writing messy eater options with the siblings today.

I'm sorry if it's icky but it makes me so unreasonably happy.

We make a truly graceful trio, destroying our breakfast like frenzied geese. George certainly seems to think so. I see him squint as he approaches from across the lawn, seemingly having come from behind the lobby building. Reem, Flo and I look up in synchrony as he sits down on the other side of the table. “Good morning, Miss Mal— woah. Uh…” George's voice trails off when his eyes land on the peanut butter spot on the tip of Reem’s nose.

Flo helpfully shoves a napkin in his sister’s face. 

Goblins <3