#grumpy!dom!quinn

[seenoversundown]

Satiate

Josh x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (M receiving) food play, thigh riding, pancakes, Dom/Sub Dynamics (subtle // they switch), otheriwse little sweetheart babies.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Couldn't leave my other babies out of the romance season! Enjoy some breakfast in bed with these two lovebirds.

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Satiate (verb) to satisfy (a need/desire) fully or to excess

Quinn POV:

I wake to the sound of birds chirping, and I feel the early morning light streaming through the curtains. I lay there for a moment before gently wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting up. I reach for my phone on the bedside table, checking the time.

6:45, Perfect. I have plans this morning. 

I tuck my phone in the waistband of my sleep shorts and slowly, quietly creep out of bed. I tiptoe across the bedroom, pausing before I open the door. I turn back to look at Josh. Watching him sleep is one of my favorite things to do in the mornings. Seeing his wild curls splayed against his silk pillowcase, always such a diva. The way His left arm rests against his forehead. His lips softly part as he breathes deeply. 

My eyes travel the expanse of his bare chest, pausing occasionally on my favorite freckles. 

He begins to stir as if he can feel my eyes on him, and I wait for him to wake up and ‘ruin’ my surprise. 

Instead of waking, he lets out a muffled mmmph and flips over, arms reaching out for my side of the bed. 

Light from the window dances over his skin, the light always seems to find him, and I’m tempted to crawl back into bed with him. 

I watch for a few more moments as his breathing evens back out, and then I make a break for it, leaving the door cracked. 

I softly pad through the house and into the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise. 

I start the coffee maker and search the cabinets for pancake ingredients. 

By my estimation, I have about an hour before Josh wakes up and 30 extra minutes before he makes his way out of bed, which should give me just enough time to bring him breakfast in bed. 

I fill a tray with stacks of fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and the rest of the fixings. I know that Josh loves a bit of whipped cream in his coffee, always such a sweet tooth, so I pull the can of Reddi-Whip out of the refrigerator and place it on the tray, too. 

I take a moment to admire my handiwork before carefully walking the tray back to the bedroom and pushing the door open. 

To my surprise, he’s still asleep. I set the tray on his bedside table and kneeled beside the bed. I take another moment to admire him. 

He’s always go, go, go, go, so it's nice to see him calm. 

Without thinking, I reach out and begin tracing light patterns up and down his arm. I slowly move my fingertips, watching goosebumps erupt against the skin beneath them. 

Josh shifts and lets out another mmmph, his brows furrowing at the tickling sensation. 

I let my fingers still for a moment, a sly grin overtaking my face. 

Once his brows smooth, I allow my fingers to start back up. 

My fingers flit up his arm, and I allow them to venture to his chest. I get lost in tracing the dips in his collarbones and down his sternum, paying special attention to the freckles that dot his chest. I let my fingers move across his stomach and down to where the blanket is slung low across his hips. 

I watch his muscles contract as I tickle the small patch of hair below his belly button. 

As I move to make another pass, his hand snaps out and grabs my wrist. 

“Careful,” he warns voice still gravely with sleep. 

“I was just trying to wake you up,” I look at him through my lashes, “I made you breakfast.” 

“You could win a fucking Oscar for that innocent act you’re pulling,” he discreetly adjusts his position to hide his lap. 

I roll my eyes and stand up, always so dramatic. 

I reach over to the tray and grab his coffee, adding a healthy spray of whipped cream to the cup before handing it to him. 

“You’re always so grumpy before you’ve had coffee,” I place a soft kiss on his temple. 

He lets out a hum of approval, and his eyes fall closed as he takes his first sip. 

I begin loading up a plate for him, piling it high with pancakes and fruit. 

“Thank you, baby,” he shimmies further up against the headboard and reaches out to take it from my hands, “you didn't have to—” 

I cut him off, climbing into his lap. 

I watch his eyes widen as I make a show of straddling him. 

“B-Breakfast?” he stutters, confused, as I take the plate back from him. 

I let out a laugh, nodding. 

“Mhmmm. Breakfast. In. Bed,” I punctuate every word with the tiniest kisses across his face. 

He watches me in confusion as I use the fork to tear off a small bite of pancake. 

I lift up on my knees to lean forward, “Open.” 

Josh’s face flushes a delicious shade of pink all the way to the tip of his ears as he opens his mouth for me. 

I lift the fork to his mouth and watch his lips close around it. 

“Good boy.” 

Once I’m sure he’s swallowed his bite, can't have him choke to death on Valentine's Day, I lazily lower myself back down to my knees, grinding down against his semi-hard length. 

His pupils blow wide, and he lets out a puff of breath.

“What is this?” He asks, hands finding a home on my hips. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I pull out my sweetest voice, letting out an exaggerated sigh as I gently rock against him, his fingers digging into my flesh. 

“Fuck me,” he grits out. 

“You haven't finished eating, though,” I trail off, gathering more food onto his fork. 

“You’re a real piece of work this morning,” he lightly swats my ass. 

I lean forward again to feed him another bite, and this time, he opens his mouth without needing instruction. 

I smirk as I grind down on him again. 

“I’m just trying to take care of you.” 

His eyes roll back, and I lean forward to lick a stray bit of syrup off of the corner of his lip. 

“You’re trying to kill me,” he groans as I pull back. 

He rushes forward, trying to catch my lips in his. 

“Nuh-uh,” I poke at his side playfully, “you're gonna make a mess.” 

“I should fucking hope so,” he groans, gripping my hips harder and dragging me across his lap. 

I relent, reaching over to the side table to set the plate down. 

“Is that what you want, Starlight? You wanna make a mess?” 

“Please,” he nearly whispers. 

I reach one hand around his neck, allowing my fingers to knot into the errant curls nestled at the base of his head. 

I use my grip on his hair to tug his head back, forcing him to meet my eyes as I grind down one more time. 

“I couldn’t hear you, dear.”

The lust clouding his eyes almost, almost, makes me feel bad for teasing him until he rewards me with his whiniest voice.

“Please, Bug,” his breath comes in short pants, “need you so fucking bad.” 

I breathe out a tiny giggle, thinking about the fact that I can turn this gorgeous man beneath me into a whimpering mess with just a few well-placed touches and a bit of teasing. 

“What is it that you need from me?” 

I loosen my grasp on his hair and gently trail my fingers down his back, stopping to rub slow circles into his shoulder muscles. 

“Baby, I-I—” he cuts himself off with a low groan as I hit a sensitive spot. 

I trail my hand back up and use my leverage to pull him closer, placing gentle kisses up his jawbone. His grip on my hips tightens almost imperceptibly when I reach his ear.  

“If you can't tell me,” I whisper, tongue darting out to flick against his lobe, “will you let me show you what I want?” 

“Mhm, yes!” He rushes out with absolutely no hesitation. 

Smiling, I pull back from his ear and finally, finally, crush our lips together. 

As our lips battle for dominance, pushing and pulling against each other, Josh takes one of his hands from my hips and slowly slides it under the front of my shirt. His deft fingers move across my stomach and up my chest, mirroring my earlier attempt at waking him up. His thumb gently brushes over one of my nipples, and I suck in a breath. As quickly as it’s there, he pulls his hand away. 

He bucks his hips up against mine, and I falter. He takes my momentary lapse in control as an opportunity to flip me beneath him on the bed, pushing his knee between my legs. 

He pulls back from my lips to look down at me, mischief twinkling in his eyes. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. 

“Wanna see you.” 

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod, sitting up a bit to give him access. 

 I’ll let him have some fun before I put him back in his place. 

He grabs the hem and slowly drags the fabric up and off of my chest, tossing it haphazardly across the room. 

He leans down, pressing the tiniest kiss to my lips, before sitting back to admire me. 

His eyes lazily roam over every bit of my exposed flesh, occasionally pausing on specific parts as if he’s plotting a course of attack. 

He brings his hands to the sides of my head, gently cradling it as he lifts my face, pausing when our lips are centimeters apart. 

“Relax for me,” he whispers, using his thumbs to softly caress my cheekbones before meeting my lips.

And I do; I let myself get lost in the sensation of him as he presses tender kisses down the column of my neck. His hands follow suit, fingers flitting over the skin where he’d just placed his lips. 

His fingers continue their torturously slow dance across my sternum as Josh nips at my collarbones.

I suck in a breath when he flicks his tongue against my nipple. Heat pools in my belly as he sucks it into his mouth. 

My hips begin to shift, trying to find any small amount of friction to relieve the ache between my legs. 

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a lewd pop, and I fight a disappointed sigh. 

“Such bravado earlier,” his hands slide down to my hips, “where’s that all gone to?” 

A strangled moan escapes me as he presses his thumbs into my hip bones. My thighs involuntarily clench for a second time. 

“Stop that,” he chides, pressing his thigh further between my legs, “if you need friction, you’ll use me.” 

He uses the grip he has on my hips to slowly rock my center against him as he returns his attention to my other nipple. 

He alternates, swirling his tongue and flicking it in time with our gentle rocking. 

Up, swirl. 

Down, flick. 

The knot in my belly begins to tighten. 

“Pleaseplease” 

He hums against my chest and picks up the steady pace he set, dragging my hips more firmly against his thigh while pressing in to provide that much more pressure where I need it most. 

I wrap one arm against his back, bringing him closer, short nails digging into his flesh. 

“I’m gonna—” I cut myself off with a pathetic whine. 

“I know, baby, let go.” 

My whole body tenses, and the band snaps.

Josh works me through the aftershocks, trailing open-mouthed kisses across my chest. 

Once my breathing evens out, he sits back and pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. 

“I am so in love with you,” he whispers against my hair. 

“I love you,” I smile into his neck, “but I’m not anywhere near finished with you.” 

I sink my teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck, then use my tongue to soothe the area. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching a hand between our bodies, seeking the waistband of my shorts. 

“Tsk, tsk,” I lightly slap his hand away, “Remember when you practically begged me to show you what I wanted?” 

I push him back against the headboard, straddling him once more. 

“Relax for me,” I mimic the words and tone he used on me. 

I grab the can of whipped cream from the side table and remove the lid, spraying a dollop on my first two fingers and reaching forward to tap the side of Josh’s jaw, signaling him to open his mouth. I pop my whipped cream-coated fingers in and smile as he immediately begins sucking them. 

“Listen to me very closely,” I start. 

His eyes go wide, and he nods his head. 

“You’re going to stay very still and very quiet until I tell you otherwise,” he nods again, “if you make even one peep before I give you permission, I will stop. Do you understand?” I pull my fingers from his mouth and gesture for him to answer. 

“Yes, I understand.” 

“Thank you, now please take your fucking pants off,” I let out a little giggle as he scrambles to remove his pajama pants. 

Once he’s settled back against the headboard, I spray a line of Reddi-Whip down his sternum, stopping just above his little happy trail. 

“Ready?” 

“Please.” 

“Always so polite,” I whisper as I lean forward to lick the first bit out of the hollow of his throat, nipping at his soft skin and then soothing it with a quick peck. 

His breath hitches as my lips travel south, slowly descending to where I know he wants me the most. 

His body jerks beneath my ministrations, and I pause, looking up at him through my lashes. 

“Josh,” I warn.

He lets out a shaky breath, steeling himself, and once I'm satisfied, I press my lips back to his skin. 

Lower, lower, lower.

As I lick the last little bit of whipped cream from the space below his belly button, I glance back up at him. 

His eyes are screwed shut, and his plush lips are slightly parted. 

He's so easy to please, I laugh to myself. 

I let my hands slide up and down his thighs for a moment as I move down to position myself between his legs. 

I finally wrap my fingers around his dick and pump a few times before lowering my head and licking a stripe up his length. 

He lets out an almost silent whine as I sink my mouth around him. 

He’s being so good. 

I lower my mouth around him until he hits the back of my throat, then slowly pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip. 

I repeat the motion once more before pulling off of him with a pop. 

“Oh,” I start, “you can speak now.” 

I leave no time for a response before I descend on him again, bobbing my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groans as I add a hand in, gently squeezing his shaft as my mouth works at his head. 

“Can I—” I cut him off with a moan, knowing what he wants. 

My moan was the only affirmative he needed as he reached one hand around, carding his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place. 

His hips begin to buck into my mouth, seeking his release. 

I moan again, knowing that the vibration will get him that much closer, and he quickens his pace. 

“Gonna,” he whines in warning as I take him deeper. 

“Mhm” 

He spills into the back of my throat, hips twitching, as I swallow him down. 

I gently pull off of him, letting him catch his breath as he pulls me into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.  

“I am the luckiest man alive,” he pants.

“You say that now,” I chuckle, “but wait for round two after your shift, tonight.” 

“Happy Valentine's Day to me, I guess.” 

“To us.” 

Masterlist | Taglist

The Caravel Tavern Series Masterpost

Tagliiiiiist: what did I tell you besties?

@gvfsstardust , @myleftsock , @imleavingyoufornewyork , @mindastreamofcolours , @dont-go-home-without-me , @literal-dead-leaf , @mackalah , @writingcold , @threadofstars , @i-love-gvf , @takenbythemadness , @ladywhimsymoon , @earthgrlsreasy , @peaceloveunitygvf , @violet-hayes , @musicspeaks

[foreverdolly]

as a “thank you” for getting me to 2.5k followers, i wanted to host a sleepover! for a full 24 hours i will be queuing blurbs and answering any questions that you all have. i will be writing as much as i can days in advance to the celebration, that way i am able to post as many of them as possible. (the goal is to write at least twelve, that way there will be one post every two hours! so make sure to send in a request) please read the rules before headin' on over to my inbox.

the limit is one request per person! I want everyone to get the opportunity to have a blurb posted.

the word count will vary per request, however do not expect anything to be under 500 words!

if you request something for the sleepover then please like and or repost this announcement! i want to make sure that even those that are not following me will get the opportunity to have a lil fun.

you have to pick a love interest, one (or up to two) dialogue prompts and then a romance trope!

the sleepover will be this saturday (03/11), so you all have until friday (03/10) to send in your requests!

i will be writing the blurbs as they are being requested, so the sooner you can send one in, the better it is for me. i love you all and i hope you have fun!

choose who you want the blurbs love interest to be:

✶austin

✶austin!tex

✶biker!austin

✶boss!austin

✶dad!austin

✶cowboy!austin

✶elvis (let me know if there’s a preferred era)

✶dad!elvis

✶mafia boss!elvis

✶daddy!dom elvis

✶90s!rockstar elvis

✶eddie munson

✶rockstar!eddie

✶fan!eddie

✶joseph quinn

choose some quotes (limit of two per blurb):

or one of these if you’d prefer “spice” (limit of two per blurb):

and a romance trope:

✶enemies to lovers

✶fake relationship

✶grumpy x sunshine (tell me who is grumpy and who is sunshine)

✶forced proximity

✶friends to lovers

✶forbidden love

✶secret identity

✶one bed

✶second chance

✶arranged marriage

✶innocent cohabitation (roommates)

✶belated love epiphany

✶mythical creatures (vampires, werewolves, fae, etc)

✶dark romance (kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, etc)

✶strangers to lovers

✶soulmates

✶best friend’s sibling

✶runaway bride/groom

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (20-26 Aug 2023)

my absolute fave line in all of heartstopper, so glad they left it unaltered

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😍 how a resurrection really feels (LiarsandThieves22) - 176K, steddie - post s4 fixit with a timeline merge - just brilliantly executed, lots of great emotional moments as well as even more laugh out loud ones. Big, big rec.

🙂 The Wedding Bait (Golden Years #1) (Adele Buck, author & narrator) - novella; cishet romance but MCs in their 50s, which was a nice change

😊 Murder at the Village Fair (Miss Underhay Mysteries #13) (Helena Dixon, author; Karen Cass, narrator) - Matt & Kitty are on a sort-of delayed honeymoon & get involved in murder in Yorkshire while visiting his aunt

😊 here there be dragons (theundiagnosable) - 66K, original hockey fic - epitome of sunshine/grumpy - POV char has extreme anxiety/anxiety-induced paranoia/anger outbursts due to fear etc - he gets better & it does end very happily but first we gotta watch him train wreck everything & suffer (to be clear, I did enjoy reading this! but it's a lot!)

🥰 Lemon Meringue Lies (Nejinee) - 111K, technically stucky modern no-powers AU but honestly such an AU that it's really more of original fic WHICH ISN'T at all bad - best friends to lovers, lots of oblivousness, pining, angst, emotional dumbassery but also a really great external setting & compelling supporting characters (who just all happen to have names/physical traits as MCU characters) [reread]

😍 if I'm gonna get back to you someday (napricot) - 46K, post Endgame fixit with "a clusterfuck of Steves" from different multiverses [reread for stucky bookclub]

😍 Golden Handcuffs (seekwill) - 70K, Good Omens human AU where they're both professors at a small Scottish university - brilliant fic, great characterizations, solid story development, absolutely loved it

💖💖 +246K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Mandatory Fun (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - MCU: stucky, 39K - Part 11 of Differently Okay Local Idiots; Bucky & Steve go suit shopping with Natasha & together navigate another bump in their road

To the Waters and the Wild (rainbow_nerds) - MCU: magical shrunkyclunks, 23K - selkie!Bucky finds Captain America frozen when he's 10 years old, but no one believes him; ~15 years later, Cap finally thaws out

To Kiss the Tender Inward of Thy Hand (circ_bamboo) - Band Sinister (KJ Charles): Ned Caulfield/George Penn, 32K - beautiful backstory of how Ned & George met

Sit (fandomfluffandfuck) - MCU: stucky, 21K, Part 1 of You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks - modern, no powers AU - promising start to a series about older/old guard dom Steve & newbie dom Bucky

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Game Changer - s2, e1-4; s3, e5-8; s5, e9

Make Some Noise - s2, e6

Um, Actually - s8, e11

Heartstopper - s2, e1-8

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e4

Harley Quinn - s4, e7

What We Do In The Shadows - s5, e8

D20: Mentopolis - "F For Freezer" (s1, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "We Are Feeling Machines That Think" (s14, e3)

Much Ado About Nothing (Wyndham Theatre 2011) {Tate/Tennant version}

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - August 20: We Shall To-night Play

Re: Dracula - August 21: Goods are Delivered

Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Emily King

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 3 - Taylor Lorenz, The Washington Post

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Embracing Adventure in Fayetteville

⭐ Shedunnit Book Club - Murder-on-Sea

⭐ Switched on Pop - Wonders: "Stacy's Mom" and Adam Schlesinger

⭐ 99% Invisible #550 - Melanie Speaks

Vibe Check - Did AI Write That Song?

Re: Dracula -August 23: Ominous in His Calm

ICYMI - How to Make Millions Playing Dungeons & Dragons

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Mysterious Sinkholes of Mt Baldy

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - The Voice Inside

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Arthurdale

Re: Dracula - August 24: Some Terrible Shock

Strong Songs - "Soul Vaccination" by Tower of Power

Dear Prudence - My Wife Goes Braless Around Our Teenage Sons. Help!

Re: Dracula - August 25: Another Bad Night

What Next: TBD - TikTok's Shady Deal with the U.S.

Into It - Did Taylor Swift Curse Scooter Braun? And Will Fyre Fest Fool Us Twyce?

Endless Thread - PARKS! Pt. 4: Death Sea

⭐ Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 577. Killing Folks with Deanna Raybourn

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Mark Ronson

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Soft Rock Ballads

'80s Soft Pop

Relaxing '80s Rock

Unreal Unearth [Hozier] {2023}

'80s Training Montage

Tower of Power

Presenting The Doobie Brothers

Presenting Steely Dan

Presenting Electric Light Orchestra

[joyffree]

🆓IT’S #FREEBIEFRIDAY Aug 16th

I present to you this week's bag of mixed delights

⇒ CEO Daddy a Small Town Standalone Romance by Taryn Quinn ⇒ Past Transgressions: Action Espionage by Dave Sinclair ⇒ Grumpy Meets Virgin Collection: Romance Collection by J. H. Croix ⇒ The Price of Peace: Epic Fantasy by A.R. Knight ⇒ Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me: Poly Paranormal Romance by Calista Jayne ⇒ Imaginarium: A Science Fiction And Fantasy Trio: SciFi Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy ⇒ Frankie B - The Ghost Ship: A Paranormal Mystery by Andie Low, Andrene Low ⇒ Eternal Deception: 19th Century Historical Mystery by Jane Steen ⇒ Work Wife: Later in Life Second Chance Romance by Bethany Lopez ⇒ First Strike: Book One: Space Opera Sci-Fi Espionage by Odette C. Bell ⇒ Just a Little Madness: LGBTQ Historical MM Romance by Merry Farmer

[hugheshugs]

Imagine grumpy Quinn not knowing how to express his sadness while ur comforting him and so when u get up to get some stuff he grabs you back and give u a back hug 😩😩😩😩😩

sugar plum au

ahh this is so cute !! im so happy to write for the sugar plum au again, i hope you like this <3

quinn was rarely ever sad, so when he was you could always tell, and you knew something had happened. usually when he walked in after coming home from work, he always called your name so you could greet him with a big hug.

today, he dropped his things on the floor and walked straight to the couch, throwing his head back as he closed his eyes.

you'd heard the sound of his keys and wallet falling to the ground, causing your heart to skip a beat. you thought maybe there was an intruder, but you pushed away any thoughts of fear and made your way out of your shared bedroom. you were halfway down the stairs when you saw his things by the door and let out a small sigh of relief, thankful it was him and not anyone else.

"bubby.." you mumbled to yourself as you slowly made your way into the living room.

he had an arm draped over his forehead and one wrapped around his midsection to steady his breath. your eyebrows furrowed at the sight and you shuffled towards him, standing between his legs. you moved his arm away from his face and he opened his eyes but never looked at you, continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"bubby bear, what's wrong?" you asked quietly, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at you.

"nothing, sweets. how was your day?"

his voice was coarse, almost strained. he couldn't possibly think you'd buy that. you bit your lip before jumping into his lap, him letting out a surprised huff as you quickly straddled him.

"my day was fine, now t-tell me about yours," you insisted.

he simply shook his head.

"c'mon, i just wanna help you," you pouted. "you always help me, now it's my turn."

"i don't want anything in return for that. i appreciate it and i love you but you don't have to help me," he told you, not wanting to talk about himself.

you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you laid your head upon his chest. "okay.. then we can just sit here until you feel better."

his hands remained seated against the couch and you felt a bit insecure, thinking maybe he didn't want your company. you could hear and feel his heartbeat against your ear, recognizing that it was faster than ususal, and you didn't know if it was a response to his terrible day or you.

"maybe you need some water. m'gonna go get you some water and your favourite snacks... and we can just sit here together. we can even watch your favourite movie, the smurfs."

you smiled at your joke but his expression didn't change at all. with a shrug of your shoulders, you pulled yourself up and off his lap on a quest to find his comfort foods.

you'd only taken two steps before you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and pull you back. you yelped as you fell into quinn's lap, giggling as he shoved his head into the crease of your neck.

"bubby, i was going to be right back—"

he shook his head. "just stay here, please. just stay with me."

your lips parted at the sound of his voice, eyes softening. "okay, i can do that. i— i can always do that, i love your cuddles."

"thank you, sugar. you're all i need."

[ollypopstar]

Animal Crossing New Horizon 2.0 New Villagers Theory

So, there’s the new villagers coming to New Horizons in the new update and as part of the Amiibo season 5 set, and it made me realize a pattern that might clue us in on the - as far as I know - unrevealed genders and maybe even personalities of the new villagers =) So I thought I’d share:

First, I wanted to look at these cards:

Now, we all know there are 16 new villagers - 8 brand new ones, and 8 from earlier instalments, and it’s safe to assume that like with the 8 new villagers from New Horizons 1.0, there’s one for each personality type - However, there’s an order to how they are grouped together in the amiibo cards - For instance, look at how they alternate between male and female villagers:

New Horizons Villager Amiibo Cards

Sherb - #425 - Lazy

Megan - #426 - Normal

Dom - #427 - Jock

Audie - #428 - Peppy

Cyd - #429 - Grumpy

Judy - #430 - Snooty

Raymond - #431 - Smug

Reneigh - #432 - Sisterly

Now, let’s look at the returning villagers that we also know some of the personalities and genders of:

2.0 Update Returning Villager Amiibo Cards

Chabwick - #441 - Lazy

Zoe - #442 - Normal

Ace - #443 - Jock

Rio - #444 - Peppy

Frett - #445 - Cranky

Azalea - #446 - Snooty

Roswell - #447 - Lazy, but might become Smug

Faith - #448 - Normal, but might become Sisterly

I don’t have proof of the last two personality-changes other than that we’ve seen that happen before, Roswell and Faith have designs that seem to fit with the new personalities too, and Lazy and Normal are the two personalities that we have double of, so it’s almost safe to assume those two will change.

Which leads us to the new characters who might also follow that pattern, is my theory - In case they do, their genders and personalities would be:

2.0 Update New Villager Amiibo Cards

Sasha - #433 - Lazy

Ione - #434 - Normal

Tiansheng - #435 - Jock

Shino - #436 - Peppy

Marlo - #437 - Cranky

Petri - #438 - Snooty

Cephalobot - #439 - Smug

Quinn - #440 - Sisterly

Again, this is all a theory, but it’s not like I see any of the guesses NOT fitting to a dregree x3 Lemme know what you think? =)

[icosmohunters]

What pet would each of the crew members and hope get individually?🥺

pets?

that’s a cute idea!

hope :

as we’re aware, hope had a friendly pooch who unfortunately passed away. but something tells me she would have an animal as grumpy and as introverted as her, so possibly a cat. and hope would go to great lengths to make sure the cat is happy and well-fed. if we’re being honest, she would adopt a female cat and call her nova because, you know, space names. nova would be very quiet and a cat who likes to nap a lot.

dawn :

dawn would most likely get something petite that doesn’t require a lot of work to take care of and who can be her little buddy whilst she’s working. so possibly a sugar glider, and she would name him something cute and simple like blue. the sugar glider would most likely be on her shoulder a lot, and she would feed him carefully and take care of him like he’s her child. expect her to panic when he decides to hide where she can’t find him, though.

vivienne :

vivienne is a very classy and quiet person, but it’s hinted that she likes cute things. so perhaps a bunny rabbit would make her quite happy. she would most likely adopt one with white fur and a cute nose and cute ears and be seen holding it around quite a lot. she’d call her venus! and vivienne would probably assume the role of the rabbit’s mother, putting cute bows on her and always be caressing her and caring for her.

enzo :

enzo is energetic and out-going, and he probably would have a puppy. and the two would be the best of friends, especially if he chooses a playful breed like a beagle. a cute name for him might be buddy. he would always take him on walks and treat him the cutest tricks. enzo would also be that at times obnoxious owner who baby-talks with his pet and makes everyone cringe but buddy seems to like it so it doesn’t matter!

quinn :

a turtle. a baby turtle. we all know quinn to be a human sloth at times and a pet turtle would really compliment him. being the nerd he is, he might as well call him leonardo from the teenage mutant ninja turtles. you would often see quinn in his room with leonardo crawling over him and quinn would always be super careful and mindful of him and would playfully push him on his shell and watch him struggle to right himself.

dominic :

a hamster. you’d think dominic would have something huge and bold pet but he would actually have a little hamster named peppermint. she would often be seen crawling on his lap or sat happily in the palm of his hands and he would be super protective over her and careful like a single parent. he wouldn’t even let his closest friends play with her! like enzo, he would secretly coo at her and talk to her in a baby voice. soft dom is the best dom.

[trashandstimcaf]

1-45 for two couples, whatever two you want~

Why u do this to me

1. Who’s the one who’s reckless and always getting into trouble while the other gotta pull em out  For Malakhara and Quinn it’s definitely Mala not that she’ll ever admit to needing Quinn’s help and Quinn sure as shit isn’t going to point it out. Dani needs Selvavra to bail her out almost every hour on the hour because Dani is physically incapable of shutting tf up.

2. Who’s the one to send the other “I love my gf/bf” memes Mala and Quinn aren’t really into memes. Selvavra and Dani on the other hand are a pair of memeing fucks but Dani sends danker memes

3. Who’s the one who listens to a music genre the other doesn’t like and how does the other react Malakhara likes to play the sith equivalent of gregorian chanting for hours on end because she is dramatic Quinn has learned to put up with it. Selvavra enjoys punk rock (mostly from the 70s and early 80s) while Dani listens to nothing but nightcore and edm. Selvavra will use the force to shut off Dani’s music if it’s too loud and Dani will whine after an hour of listening to Selvavra’s tunes so it’s an eternal musical back and forth.

4. Which one spoils the other more and do they ever get competitive to show the other more love Quinn is definitely the one that gives in this relationship he bends over backwards for Mala. Mala may once in while show some basic affection if only to keep Quinn on his toes. Selvavra and Dani are in a damn arms race for shows of affection and at this point one of them is going to have to rearrange a galaxy into the others initials.

5. How many years did it take to get married or was it just not for them Quinn and Mala got married ridiculously fast knowing each other for a whole 6 months before tying the knot and it was a huge affair and Mala was an absolute bridezilla. Selvavra and Dani are just happy being each others girlfriends/partners in crime for life they’ve no need for formal ceremonies or paperwork.

6. What was their wedding like Imagine a three ring circus crashed into Broadway play and then add a fire works show and you will have and approximate of Quinn and Malakhara’s wedding.

7. Is their friends/family supportive Mala’s family would set themselves on fire before trying to get involved in her personal affairs so they really don’t care about the relationship. Selvavra’s crew didn’t start out liking Dani too much given that she was a bounty hunter trying to bring in their captain. However they have seen first hand how happy she makes Selvavra, so now they watch out for her and try to keep her in one piece, despite Dani’s bull headed devotion to getting neck deep in trouble.

8. How does one comfort the other when the other is in distress/having a panic attack/crying If Mala is having a breakdown Quinn retreats and finds people he can direct his wife’s rage at. Because Mala will feel rage about having feelings. So much Rage. Selvavra tends to just scoop Dani up and cuddle her until Dani is ready to face the world. Dani makes bat shit convoluted schemes to cheer up Selvavra that usually go south quickly but still cheer up Selvavra.

9. Which one dissociates Quinn

10. Which one stares at the other’s booty like “damn” and how does the other react when catching them Mala and Quinn both do this Mala delights in teasing Quinn. Quinn on the other hand tries not to blush from his ears to his toes. Selvavra and Dani both think the other has the best booty and typically verbalize that opinion often.

11. When they live together what kinda place do they live in? What does their home look like? Mala and Quinn move into her sprawling family estate they get a whole wing to themselves. Quinn makes sure everything is to Mala’s liking and keeps the household running smoothly. It’s large and ostentatious like Mala’s personality. Dani and Selvavra consider home wherever the other one is.

12. What do their dates look like Date night with Mala and Quinn can be anything from going to a high society party, to a dinner at one of Kaas City’s more upscale restaurants, to a quiet stroll in the family estate gardens, but they all end with Quinn tied up and begging. Dani and Selvavra can be found in dive bars, carnivals/festivals, or somewhere quiet far from civilization whispering their hopes and dreams while in each others arms.

13. How does each act when getting drunk Mala gets more aggressive in her affections which may lead to her sticking her hands right down Quinn’s pants regardless of the setting. Quinn is a much more subdued drunk perhaps giving Mala a bit more lip that he would otherwise. Dani is a super giggly and having the time of her life while leaning heavily on whoever is closest to her. Selvavra tends to just get sleepy.

14. Which one rolls over in the morning to wake up the other one just to give kiss them Mala likes to do this and then go right back to sleep and will deny doing it later. Dani does this because Selvavra makes such a grumpy face when she does.

15. Have they saved each other’s lives before Mala did in a way but really it was Amistra’s way of condemning Quinn to death by transferring him to Mala’s ship. She didn’t expect Mala to keep him around. Quinn has patched her up after family infighting does not go Mala’s way. Selvavra saving Dani’s life was the start of their relationship.

16. Does one have an interest the other think is weird but wants to listen to it regardless Selvavra has a fascination with the Je’daii and Dani will listen but most of the force stuff goes over her head.

17. Which one uses cropped hentai as reaction images Dani and everyone would really like her to stop but also know it’s better to let her have this before she finds a more horrifying way to communicate.

18. Does one of them kinkshame the other Mala doesn’t so much kinkshame as she does tease Quinn from time to time when he gets too comfortable for her liking.

19. Is one of them self conscious about their body? If so how does the other comfort them Nah

20. Say they were cuddling on the bed while listening to record player playing the background. Which song is playing? More of Mala’s gregorian chanting. For Dani and Selvavra something like Teenage Kicks by The Undertones 

 21. What is their song? Like the song that gives them overwhelming feelings? Music doesn’t move Mala like that she’s more likely to think of Quinn  and her feelings for him in a quiet moment when his duties bring him away from her side. Dani and Selvavra’s different music tastes mean they don’t have a song but they do fondly remember the tune the band was playing at the cantina that Dani first tried to capture Selvavra in.

22. What song do they listen to while going on a joyride Mala and Quinn don’t joy ride. Dani and Selvavra argue over what to listen to.

23. What kinda joyrides do they go on? Relaxing ones or wild ones? Mala/Quinn don’t go on joy rides. Dani and Selvavra go on the kinds that cause a lot of property damage and probs get them deathmarks.

24. Where would they vacation for a honeymoon Mala/Quinn- luxe and far from her family Dani/Selvavra- Rishi

25. Do people ever get annoyed of their pda Mala and Quinn aren’t super big into pda well Quinn isn’t Mala likes to cling to him to get a reaction out of him when he’s not paying her enough attention. Most people have the good sense to avoid them so they don’t really annoy people. Selvavra’s crew would like to grab caf from the mess hall with out seeing Dani and Selvavra being all lovely dovey but they suck it up.

26. Would they live in the city or the country Mala and Quinn have both city and country residences. Dani and Selvavra live mostly on their ship.

27. Which ones the red which ones the blue Mala is red Quinn is blue. Dani is(physically blue) red Selvavra is Blue

28. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope They all have issues and don’t so much help as egg each other on.

29. Does one have a spot on them where they would melt when the other kisses them there Quinn likes neck kisses.

30. Do they dance together Yep

31. Do they sing together Nope

32. Which one is better at cooking than the other and makes most the dinners Mala grew up rich and spoiled Quinn enlisted in the military and got most of his food from the dining hall so neither one can cook particularly well but Quinn is less likely to set something on fire. Dani is better at it than Selvavra but makes a huge mess so she doesn't cook often.

34. Are they a reckless couple or safe Both are reckless but in wildly different ways.

35. What be they kinks and do they try each other’s kinks Mala and Quinn enjoy a D/s relationship with Mala as the dom and Quinn as sub. Dani likes bringing food into the bedroom but Selvavra put a limit to that after nearly burning her nipple with hot fudge.

36. What would their valentines gifts be to each other Mala is a fucking gift. Dani gets Selvavra something shiny that she probs stole. Selvavra gets Dani a new weapon or gear.

37. Do they get into fights often? If so what do they fight over and how do they make up? No for Mala/Quinn. Dani and Selvavra bicker a lot but rarely get into full arguments.

38. Which ones top, bottom, verse Mala top Quinn bottom Dani verse Selvavra top

39. What kinda sex they be having (gentle rough whatever) Mala/Quinn rough very rough it’s a wonder Quinn walks around as much as he does tbh. Dani and Selvavra mix it up.

40. Who would fight in honor for the other if someone would insult them Mala and Quinn would both do this. Say something punk prepared to get either eviscerated by lightsaber or shot in the knee caps and then enjoy a slow death when Quinn hands you over to Mala. Dani will fight anyone anytime Selvavra sees anyone not in her crew as not worth listening to.

41. Which one has a favorite movie that they have the other watch with them again and again I feel like Quinn would appreciate cinema.

42. How would one react if the other was to die Mala would be more upset than she’d like to admit and would go about carving out a nice big swath of destruction to work out those feelings. Quinn would mourn and probably not know what to do with himself aside from throw himself into his work. Selvavra would be broken mentally. Dani would be that woman you see at the bar year after year in the same stool drinking the same drink with a mean look in her eye.

43. Who dies first Quinn. Selvavra.

44. Do they want kids Yep Mala wants a whole litter and Quinn is fine with that. Dani and Selvavra have no interest in being parents.

45. How would they spend their last moments together Mala would hold Quinn’s hand and run her fingers over his knuckles reaching out in the force trying to pull him to her so they’ll be together even when their bodies no longer hold them. Selvavra and Dani hold each other and murmur all their little inside jokes going out laughing.

[dawnglxw]

even the grumpy ones like hugs.

01:37 AM, EARTH TIME.

it is a terrible hour to be awake, according to the clock, and everything is dark, quiet, and peaceful, just like the nighttime hours should be. everything, except for a sliver of light filters out of the room down the corridor, a sign that someone is still awake.

there’s a rustling from the top bunk in the corner of the room, a soft whisper of fabric as the girl rolls over under the covers. to anyone else, it might look as if she is fast asleep, blanket tucked right up to her chin, hair splayed out on the pillow under her head. buried under the covers, her features are peaceful, her eyelashes fluttering as she breathes, hands peeking out as they rest just a little bit below her cheek. she sleeps like a baby, curled up in the warmth the pile of blankets provides her. it seems to be one of the nights where she sleeps well, one of the nights which are miracles in and of themselves.

however, if one cared to look a little closer, they’d notice the tension hidden in the purse of her lips, the faint wrinkle of her nose, the occasional twitch of a small, pale finger. they’d notice the way her eyes open ever so slightly when she readjusts herself for maximum comfort, what looks to be deep sorrow hidden in the chocolate of her irises, the minuscule droplets of sweat that bead on her forehead as she close her eyes to dream once more.

everything is dark, quiet, and peaceful, just like the nighttime should be. everything, except for the mind of the girl who finally sits up, exhaustion clinging to her frame, and swings her legs off the bed, slowly making her way down the ladder until her toes touch the cold floor.

it is the worst kind of night, the kind of night where her memories come back to plague her. it’s a night where she feels as if someone’s collected all the worst moments in her existence into a singular movie reel, a psychedelic, monstrous thing that forces her to revisit every low point in her life in horrifying detail and vivid colour, like some mockery of the video montages people play at their weddings. it’s a night where her mind has decided to take a trip down the metaphorical memory lane, except it’s the one littered with empty skulls and painted in sanguinolent hues.

it’s the kind of night she knows she can’t fix with a nice cup of tea and a hug, but there’s no harm in getting at least one of those.

dawn closes the door gently behind her, stepping out into the corridor with a shiver. it’s always been a little eerie on the ship at night, when everyone else is asleep, and she often feels as if she’s alone on some kind of old, haunted ship. however, tonight, there’s a light on along the corridor, something that immediately catches dawn’s attention. the kitchen’s in the other direction. it might be a burglar, or some other hostile entity. there’s possible danger in walking towards that little slip of light, but in the quiescence of the night, with her mind in turmoil and her thoughts scattered in bits and pieces like broken glass, she can’t find it in herself to care. 

it’s with a sort of cautious, weary lassitude with which dawn makes her way towards that tiny shard of light. maybe it’s because of curiosity, maybe a need for company tonight or simply a newfound death wish, or maybe just because the symbolism of this tiny slip of light peeking out from under the closed door resembles the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel. she places her hands on the handle of the door and gently pushes it open, poking her head into the room to see exactly who’s still awake at this hour of the night, other than herself. it’s a very familiar figure who looks up in surprise when he hears the door open, half-finished energy drink in one hand and a screwdriver in the other, bits and pieces of metal and wires lying on the table in front of him. 

“ dawn ? ”

quinn looks rather confused, which is understandable. usually, he is the only one left awake at this time of night, seeing as he never really sleeps if he can help it. usually, dawn would greet the boy with a bright grin, but tonight, all she manages to conjure is a small, half-hearted smile, a barely-there curve of her lips. it’s a sad attempt, a pitiful excuse for the bunny-toothed beam she always gives, and it’s more than enough to make it obvious that there’s something wrong. from his place across the room, dawn is sure he can’t make out the glimmer of tears starting to pool in her eyes, the hunch of her shoulders under the sweater she’s stolen, but that smile does enough all on its own.

gently, he sets the bottle and the screwdriver down on the table, and spreads his arms.

she doesn’t need to think twice. 

quinn’s hugs are always warm, but tonight, she thinks they’re even warmer. she buries her face in his shoulder and she cries, soaking through the material of his shirt as the tears she’s been holding back flow down her cheeks. she’s always been a bit of a crybaby, but tonight’s been especially hard on her. quinn doesn’t complain, letting her cry on his shoulder for as long as the tears come, arms around her as he waits, just like he’s always done when she cries, and just like she does for him when he does. it’s an unspoken rule between them that if one ever finds the other down, they’ll offer the comfort needed, usually ( well, always ) in the form of a hug. 

when her tears have subsided into sniffles, dawn gently releases quinn, wiping her eyes a few final times before offering him a sheepish, apologetic smile. “ sorry. ”

quinn offers her a soft smile. he doesn’t ask, doesn’t pry, one of the many things she appreciates about him.

“ it’s okay. ”

07:21 PM, EARTH TIME.

it’s the golden hour, the hour when the sun is setting and the sky is painted orange and gold. at least, that’s the way it is on earth, right now. walking down the monochrome corridors of the ship, dawn finds herself missing the beautiful hues that streak across the sky on earth at this time of the day,  it used to be her favourite time of day, back when she was younger, when the softened light of the dusk made everything glow despite the dirt layered on them. contrary to her name, dawn loved the dusk best, always running outside when the sun got especially dark, just to stare up as the sky as the world started to go to sleep. like the curtains closing at the end of a show, it was like dusk was the curtains closing at the end of a day. 

here, in space, there isn’t a dusk for her to see. everything is just the stars and the darkness of space, or the grey walls of the corridors, the only splashes of colour are the clothes of her crewmates and the video games quinn loves to play.

speaking of quinn and video games.

it’s crew game night ( game time ? game period ? there isn’t really a ‘ night ’ in space, is there ? ) and that means everyone’s gathered in the rec room, console hooked up to the large hologram-television, four controllers neatly plugged into the console. each controller is a different colour and differently patterned, the result of a night when she found some paint in one of the storerooms and decided to use them for something fun. crew game night is another way to say ‘ mario kart and super smash bros tournament ’, because those are really the only two multiplayer games everyone really knows how to play. 

dawn herself never plays. first of all, she doesn’t know how, and second, she has a much more important job. 

there have already been several extremely intense rounds of super smash bros that have gone down already, and rather predictably, it’s just quinn and dom left in the race. quinn, because he’s genuinely good at the game, and dom, because he’s a dirty cheater who only gave mischievous smirks in response to her reproachful pout. 

she has spent all this time with her arms around quinn’s waist, snuggled comfortably into his side while he plays, cheek on his shoulder and knees neatly tucked under her. she doesn’t quite know how it all started, but it’s an unspoken tradition that whenever game night rolls around, she will sit next to him and hug him for as long as he wins. and he always wins.

“ it’s the final round, dominic versus quinn, ” she announces softly, dutifully fulfilling her role as referee and commentator. she’s content to sit and watch, playing video games not really her kind of thing. besides, shes very comfortable like this. “ for the title of super smash bros champion, you will play with characters selected by the rest of the crew. enzo, vivi, hope, please discuss. ”

she already knows it’s going to be link and kirby, the two classic characters, because every single time they’ve played, it’s been link and kirby. she wonders if they’ll mix it up and maybe choose another combination, though she highly doubts it. there was once they did choose mario and peach. 

“ do you think it’s going to be link and kirby again ? ” she muses idly, eyes drifting towards where enzo, vivi and hope form a huddle, looking like they’re suddenly in the middle of a great debate about the meaning of human life. quinn shrugs and she frowns slightly at the movement, lifting her head to readjust her cheek back on his shoulder when he settles. “ as much as i would like to say no, that’s probably the case, ” quinn laughs, setting his controller down in order to get some popcorn from the bowl beside him. she plucks one out of his palm for herself, humming in agreement, before picking up his controller and turning it over in her hands.

“ would you teach me to play ? ” she experimentally clicks a few buttons on the device and nearly drops it when it vibrates in her hands, much to quinn’s amusement. he takes it back gently, offering her a soft smile. “ maybe later. ”

he just wants hugs, doesn’t he ?

“ we’ve decided ! ” comes enzo’s voice from across the room, where the huddle has finally broken apart. dawn returns to hugging quinn, anticipating enzo’s next words even as he says them.

“ kirby and link. “

[rileyanddrake-blog]

Choices Fan Interview

I was tagged by @justapapercut  Danke :) .

Favorite book(s) and why: 1. The Royal Romance : Because I was just hooked from the beginning. I like playing princess, haha. 

2. Rules of Engagement I just love the different characters and their adventures!  3. Most Wanted : It was really exciting to play! And it was a nice change to all those romance books. Sam and Dave are an awesome team. 

Your Mc’s LI for each story you’re playing: The Royal Romance: Drake   LoveHacks: still can’t decide between Mark and Ben Endless Summer: Quinn  Rules of Engagement: Leo The Freshman: Chris The Sophomore: Zig Hero: Grayson High School Story: Emma The Crown and the Flames: Dom Favorite MC ship: MC x Drake ! Least favorite MC ship: MC x Leah .. I don’t know why but I can’t stand her.  Favorite non-MC ship: Sereena x Brooke Least Favorite Non-MC ship: Elena x Alex Favorite character and why: Drake Drake Drake , because I just love his grumpy ass. I have a soft spot for bad boys with a big heart.  Least favorite character and why: Madeleine. Because she is such a wicked witch. Grrr Character you like but most people don’t: Olivia  Character you don’t like that most people do: Jake (please don’t kill me.. I don’t like him :D )  Which character are you most like in real life: Probably like my Sophomore MC :) (wanting to be friends with everyone, trying to see the good in people, etc..) I see a lot of her character in me. But also like Riley, a whirlwind ready to explore the world.  If you could be in any choices story, what would you choose: Oh, Royal Romance of course, so I could finally be with Drake. Sophomore would also be fun, hanging out with my friends all the time (and the partiiiiies) :) !! 

I tag following people: @kamybelen-blog @jonna811 @brothersbeaumont  I didn’t look if you already did it. If you already have, just ignore my tag :) 

[brothermarc7theatre]

"Away in the Basement, a Church Basement Ladies Christmas" show #763

Tucked away in beautiful Columbia is a sincere, lovely little musical, Away in the Basement, a continuation of Greta Grosch and Drew Jansen’s Church Basement Ladies series. This time, the ladies and Pastor Gunderson are in cahoots over the details of their Lutheran Church’s Christmas program. The year is 1959, the location is rural Minnesota, and the stress levels are high. But fear not, for these ladies have everything under control and are set to not just put on one heck of a program, but also help each other deal with their own little side dramas as well. Under the comically inclined direction of Becky Saunders, this five-member ensemble is in tiptop shape to deliver this charming comedy.

(Karla Franko (Vivian); Photo credit: Jerry Lee)

Karla Franko gives a wonderful dose of curmudgeonly demeanor to Vivian, the twenty-year widowed church lady who is helplessly in love with Pastor Gunderson. Ms. Franko’s barking of the insults and holier-than-thou insinuations of Bible verses and Lutheran traditions are served on a plate of dripping sarcasm and quality angst. However, Ms. Franko allows some layers of Vivian to be exposed later in the play, allowing the audience to forget the grumpiness and embrace the meaning behind Vivian’s life choices and quirks. Vocally, Ms. Franko displays a dynamite vibrato, perfect for her character, in her leadership of “Whatever You Doo-wop.” Ms. Saunders, who doubles as Mavis, the church’s go-to errand woman, delivers a strong-willed church lady who is burdened by her forgetfulness. Ms. Saunders could fall into the trap of just playing Mavis for laughs or sympathy, but instead, she finds a way to deliver a genuinely warm, caring, and naturally-hilarious Mavis, making her performance a standout. Ms. Saunders’ vocals are delightful in “Just Not Mary Material,” her  unsuspecting lament about how, when a child, she always played a Shepard instead of the Virgin Mary in the Christmas program.

(L to R: Robyne Parrish (Karin), Becky Saunders (Mavis), Karla Franko (Vivian); Photo credit: Jerry Lee)

Robyne Parrish delivers a fantastic Karin, the youngest of the church lady mothers we meet. Ms. Parrish’s presence and timing are perfectly in-sync with the other ladies, marking her performance as one that is committed, funny, and honest. Granted, her big number, “Pinata,” is a bit far-fetched in terms of musical legitimacy, but that is what Ms. Grosch and Mr. Jansen chose to create, and Ms. Parrish sells the number like a Popsicle to a kid on a hot day. Her poise, stellar harmonies, and motherly disposition play well off Quinn Farley, who plays Beverly, Karin’s daughter. Beverly, the fifteen-and-a-half (almost) teen, is set to be Mary, yet again, in the Christmas program. However, she is determined to rise above teenage-dom to be noticed and treated as an adult. Ms. Farley’s jolly-good nature and timbre exudes youthful attitude, and her vocals are sublime in her leadership of the appropriately-frantic Act One finale, “Always One More Thing.”

(Chris Vettel (Pastor Gunderson); Photo credit: Jerry Lee)

Chris Vettel is excellent as Pastor Gunderson, manifesting the small town, loveable Pastor with aplomb. Mr. Vettel’s bumbling charisma is infectious and enjoyable, and his vocal turn in the romantically pensive “I Think You’d Like Her” adds just the right amount of heartfelt melancholy the audience needs to have a complete experience at the theater. Rand Enlow’s scenic design is festive, decadent, and exactly what a church basement should look like. The décor and furniture are very well lit under the washes and specials of Mike Sali’s lighting design. Sherrol Simard’s costumes give a beautiful array of colors and dresses, which give nuance to each character before any lines are spoken. Peter Matthew’s wig design is perfect, capturing the spirit of the late 50’s with that of a conservative Lutheran ladies’ beauty.

(L to R: Quinn Farley (Beverly), Robyne Parrish (Karin), Chris Vettel (Pastor Gunderson), Becky Saunders (Mavis); Photo credit: Jerry Lee)

Away in the Basement will continue its run at Sierra Repertory Theatre’s Fallon House through December 9th, so book your tickets today to see what the ladies are all in a fuss about! You’re guaranteed to have a hearty laugh and a darn good time with the Church Basement Ladies in this wonderful comedy.

[hugheshugs]

grumpy!quinn sugarplum au but in depth about how he reacts to and uses the daddy kink

18+ !!

sugar plum au

omgomgomg !! i've been waiting for this one !! i didnt go nsfw for this one, i can per request though :) this ones cute but disclaimer, if you arent into caregiver and daddy dom/sub stuff then please dont read this, i dont want to make anyone uncomfortable !! this is what this au is all about, feel free to send more requests for sugar plum <3

if it isn't in the bedroom, his immediate reaction is concern. we briefly talked about how you mostly only use the name when you're feeling really tired, shy or if something's wrong and he always hopes it isn't the latter.

usually when you call him daddy, he can see you starting to feel small. your eyes get bigger, your lips part, your breathing slows. this is when you aren't in distress.

he picks you up and you cling to his body, almost scared to let go. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear as a way of reassuring you that you're safe and everything's okay.

when you're in this headspace you tend to become more quiet than usual, so he does most of the talking. he asks you if you need anything, if you want to lay down or watch tv, things like that.

whenever he hears the name slip out of your mouth, he finds a stronger desire in him to take care of you. maybe it's because of the way you start to look like you need extra help or the way your mind isn't fully there, he's not quite sure. all he knows is that once he's called daddy, you get his full, undivided attention. whatever his sugar wants, she gets.

"daddy.." you mumbled, walking up to him while he was sat on the couch.

his eyes immediately snapped towards you. "what's the matter, sweets?"

you kept your head down and placed yourself in his lap, straddling him. his arms wrapped around you immediately, him pressing soft kisses wherever he could.

"are you okay?" he asked again, frowning when you shook your head.

"feel sad," was all you replied.

"my poor baby. c'mere for a second, look at daddy," he instructed softly, using his fingers to pull your head out of his chest.

it was a sore sight, the redness in your eyes. he couldn't even look at your quievering lip without feeling a tear in his heart.

"you're just feeling little, hm?" he asked lightly. you hesitated to nod but did, not wanting to lie.

"that's okay. i'm here to take care of you, i always will be. now, tell me what you want to do— watch tv or take a nap?"

he watched the way your eyes flickered between both of his as you tried to make up your mind. you licked your lips, looking down at your hands as you held two fingers.

his gaze fell to your lap, taking note of your hand gesture. "two? you want to sleep?"

you nodded and he smiled, giving you a quick kiss. in your dazed headspace, you were reluctant to pull away from the feeling of your lips melting together. your heart fluttered and your eyelashes batted, and you let out a small sound of content.

quinn pulled away, not wanting things to go any further while your mind wasn't completely here. he simply gave you another kiss, this time on the cheek, before lifting you up and making his way to your shared bedroom.

his hand patted your bottom, beginning to lull you to sleep while he whispered words you could barely understand into your ear. he placed you onto the bed, struggling a bit as you refused to let go of him. after he took off his shirt and laid in his spot beside you, your body immediately connected to his like a magnet.

you always liked the feeling of his skin against yours, but it was intensified when you were in your headspace. he chuckled as you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his chest in your haze, tucking your head under his chin.

he played with your hair for a bit, knowing he could spend all his days like this.

[hugheshugs]

The morning with grumpy Quinn oml that was so sweet 😟✋my heart but what do you think he would be like if you didn’t like the outfit he chose would he be adamant or let you choose

sugar plum au

im glad you liked it !! and oooo, i like this thought. i feel like it would definitely depend on how you asked, but if you were nice about it he'd let you choose :)

you were still tired and you knew quinn could tell. he thought that getting you changed might lift your mood, seeing as you always felt pretty in the dresses he bought you, but it only made you dread the rest of the day.

as he walked out of the closet with a pink dress in hand, you felt the air knock out of your lungs. it wasn't that you didn't like it, in fact, he picked out your favourite dress. you just didn't want to wear it. you didn't have the energy to look good or pretend to have a nice day, all you wanted was to stay home in some comfy clothes.

"alright, sugar. lets get you changed," he said as he stood in front of you.

you remained seated on the bed, looking up at him with a blank look. you absolutely hated speaking up for yourself, even if it was just with him. your heart raced and tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of him getting mad at you because you weren't listening. you didn't like disobeying him, ever.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"da— bubby, 'm tired," you whispered as he cupped your cheeks.

"i know you are, but we need to get you ready for today," he told you, causing tears to slip from your eyes.

"why are you crying, sweets?" he asked, voice a bit strained. it hurt him whenever you cried, especially when he didn't know what was wrong.

"i-i'm sorry," you hiccuped. "can i.. i just wanna.."

you almost got it out but failed at the last moment. it wasn't worth it, you didn't want to let him down. with a shake of your head, you pulled out of his grasp and wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

"sorry, bubby bear. here," you apologized, lifting your arms up for him to pull your shirt off.

"no," he shook his head back at you, grabbing your hands and bringing them down. "you're not okay, tell me what's wrong."

his tone of voice was demanding and you knew that if you didn't tell him, it would probably end worse for you. you felt yourself getting worked up again, your chest heaving a bit as you thought of telling him the truth.

the look on your face made his heart ache. he took a seat beside you and pulled you into his lap to help you calm down.

"you're okay, sweetheart. everything's okay.. i'm here."

he rocked you for a couple moments, your hand balling his shirt as you soaked in his comfort. it was only a matter of minutes before you pulled your head out of his chest with dried tears on your face.

"please don't be mad at me," you whimpered.

his eyebrows furrowed. "sweets, i don't get mad at you for no reason, you know that. you're my good girl, why would i be angry?"

"mkay," you nodded, moving some hair away from your face. " i don't w-wanna wear the.. the dress."

"oh.." he mumbled in confusion. "that's it?"

"huh?"

"that's why you were so upset? you didn't want to wear the dress?"

"mhm," you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"you can wear whatever you want today, how does that sound?"

[hugheshugs]

sugar plum au

summary: tales of quinn and his sugar plum. requests are always open :)

pairings: grumpy!quinn x sunshine!reader, grumpy!dom!quinn x goodgirl!reader, dom!quinn x sub!reader, daddy!quinn x reader.

warnings: dom/caregiver/sub dynamics, daddy kink, nsfw themes, lots of innocence — please do not interact if these make you uncomfortable.

note: quinn's not a hockey player in this, although canucks players will make appearances. takes place in vancouver.

nsfw // 18+ = ☾

blurbs / standalones —

details

drabble | how he is as a boyfriend.

the dynamic

drabble | his dominance. — slight ☾

the rare fight

drabble | when you and him argue.

comfort

blurb | you help him feel better when he's sad.

time to get up

blurb | his and your morning routine.

getting dressed

blurb | you have a small breakdown while quinn tries getting you ready for the day.

feeling little

blurb | how quinn reacts to you calling him daddy. — 18+

[hugheshugs]

Ok ok grumpy Quinn in the morning waking up 🤨

ooo lets discuss !! im gonna assume this was for the sugar plum au cuz it was sent when we were discussing grumpy!dom!quinn but feel free to send in another ask if u just want it for grumpy!quinn. hopefully this'll give you guys some insight into their relationship. it isnt exactly about how he is when he wakes up but you'll understand it a bit more as you read <3

quinn always woke up around the same time every morning. it was usually 6:30am, 7am if he was really tired. the minute his eyes opened, they'd be fixed on you. you were either curled into him or on the other side of your bed nearly falling off, there was no in between.

when you were about to fall off the edge he immediately jumped into action and pulled you back to the middle of the mattress as softly as he could without waking you up.

when you were close to his side or laying on his chest, he took his time to get up because he wasn't in a rush. he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before leaning down to press a light kiss to your head. mornings were a very important part of his day because they always started with you. the way he used his mornings would determine how good a day you and him would have, so he took it very seriously.

he spent some time admiring you, brushing some hair out of your face as you dreamt of flowers and cotton candy. after enough time had passed, he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

then he got dressed and made his way downstairs to start his day and breakfast for you. he always cooked foods you loved, even if he hated them. when you offered him some food from your fork, he ate it so he could see the pretty smile on your face.

today he decided to make waffles because he was in the mood for something sugary and you'd been a very good girl yesterday so you deserved it. he prepped the batter, cut up some fruits, and set some maple syrup and whipped cream on the island before it was time to wake you up.

he always woke you up at 9am. you had a hard time falling asleep sometimes and he wanted to make sure his sugar plum was well rested, so 9am was perfect. when he walked into the bedroom he saw you laying on your stomach with your legs messily thrown around, which made him chuckle.

he took a seat by your head and brushed some of your messy away from your face again before you stirred awake.

"bubby bear," you mumbled, yawning into your pillow. "s'it time to get up?"

"yeah, sweets."

you lazily sat up on your knees and rubbed your eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck and placing yourself in his lap.

"tired?" he asked, rubbing your back.

"just want you," you told him with a nod. he felt your eyes fluttering against him so he knew you weren't falling asleep, which was a good sign.

he held you for a bit, until he checked the time and thought you needed to get ready. you went to the bathroom and he picked out a dress for you to wear, then started choosing accessories.

when you came back into the room you saw him looking through your jewelry. he heard your tiny little footsteps patter towards the bed as he picked out the necklace he'd given you.

"that's my favourite!" you pointed out as he stood in front of you.

"oh, yeah?" his eyebrows perked up. "that's good to know.."

he helped you put on your outfit and did your hair before following behind you as you made your way downstairs. your first stop was the kitchen.

"bubby, what are you making today?" you asked while climbing onto one of the stools at the island. "pancakes?"

"waffles, sweets."

it didn't take long for him to finish cooking because everything was already prepared. in a matter of moments, a fluffy waffle was placed in front of you. your legs swung as you waited for him to finish so you could start eating.

"okay, what do you want to put on it?" he asked, setting his plate beside yours.

"hmm," you thought, looking at the toppings. "do we have chocolate syrup?"

"i think so. what else?"

"strawberries. that's it," you gave him a smile. "oh! and maybe some maple syrup."

he nodded and pushed the strawberries and maple syrup towards you before trying to find the chocolate syrup.

"start decorating, just don't put too much syrup because you're going to have chocolate as well," he instructed as his arm reached into the back of the cabinet.

you started strategically placing the strawberries and topped it off with syrup as he came back with the chocolate. he handed it to you while looking down at your waffles and noticed that you'd put a bit too much maple syrup.

"don't put a lot of that, okay?"

you nodded, only putting a little bit of the chocolate before setting it down.

"good girl," he praised as he began cutting up your food.

you blushed, patiently waiting for him to finish. "bubby bear, can i decorate yours?"

he nodded, setting the fork and knife down to hand his plate over to you. you already knew what he wanted because he used the same toppings every time.

"thank you, bubby," you spoke as he grabbed his plate and pushed yours to you.

you ate in silence, occasionally glancing back at the living room to watch the show playing on tv. he eyed you carefully, making sure you didn't get too distracted to finish your food. you had some chocolate on your face as you shoved the next couple of bites into your mouth.

"i'm done," you mumbled, taking a sip of your drink.

"good job, sugar." he grabbed a napkin and tipped your head up, lightly dabbing at the dirty spots on your face as you giggled.

"what's so funny?"

"nothing, i love you."

[hugheshugs]

Fuck I love grumpy Quinn. You ended with he’s dominant. Care to elaborate 😩🧍🏻‍♀️

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AHHHHH OKAYOKAY this is fun. i love grumpy quinn too nommie, im more than happy to elaborate !! its not too smutty but it explains dom!quinn in more depth :)

so, i think everyone knows i'm a sucker for grumpy!quinn x sunshine!reader.

keeping that in mind, the reader (you) would be the sweetest thing ever. like a sugar plum. and quinn would do anything and everything to protect that. i touched on it briefly before but i'll say it again, whenever you guys are out, you're always by his side.

he doesn't get scared easily, and quite frankly, he isn't scared of anything other than losing you. so yes, sometimes he can be a bit overbearing, but it comes from a good heart.

and when i say dominant, i mean in almost every aspect of your life. and you don't mind because it gives you a sense of comfort and control. he wakes you up at the same time every morning, picks out your outfits, and makes sure you eat at least three meals a day. it's his responsibility to take care of you.

that being said, it's also his responsibility to make sure you behave. he doesn't want you acting up or catching an attitude with him or anyone else. usually you're good but sometimes you have your slip ups. when you're bratty he has his ways of keeping you in your place. you may have to stand in a corner for a couple minutes, get your electronics taken away, stay in your room for a while.. again, that's only on the rare occasions you misbehave.

and when you're in the bedroom, the dom/sub dynamic doesn't leave. you have a safeword, he gives you punishments there as well — and those consist of spankings, orgasm denial, overstim, anything he can think of.

he gives you rewards when you're good. his favourite way to show you how good you were is by eating you out, soft and slow, just how you like it.

i could go way more into depth with this but again, i'm going to leave it at that. my inbox is open though, if anyone has any questions :) / ;)