#i just want to cook for flor :(

[abbyslev]

here’s a list of foods i combine that would put @hangespublicist in a coma:

chicken nuggets and strawberry jam

pizza and peanut butter

ice, milk, peanut butter and frosted flakes

eggs and ranch

pizza, ranch, peanut butter and honey

vanilla ice cream and peanut butter

flour tortillas with banana and peanut butter

peanut butter and cinnamon straight out of the jar

cream cheese bagel with cool ranch Doritos

cream cheese and peanut butter sandwich

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲!

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, r's birthday party organised by flo herself (lol), flo and r being sooo in love (i want what they have), surprise birthday party, billieee

warning(s): r having a 'rough' childhood (not much details tho), mentions of anxiety and stress and overthinking (?), grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.9 k

requested?: yes, you can find the request right here

note: NONNIE, I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. I hope you had an amazing birthday, full of joy. And I also hope that you like this, as much as a loved writing your request. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy, happy reading, and happy birthday or very merry unbirthday! Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

The rain was pouring, your coffee was growing cold and your eyes were getting heavier by the second, but you just couldn't take your eyes off of your book.

"Are you done yet?" she complained.

"Almost," she huffed at your response, the same answer she had been getting the last 30 minutes.

"Yeah, you keep saying that," she wanted to sound annoyed at you but she just couldn’t.

"I swear I'm almost done," you chuckled.

"You know what? I'm just gonna—" she said as she took the book off of your hands.

"I wasn't done," you scoffed.

"And now I'm gonna get over here," she sat on your lap.

You smiled at her, impossible for you to stay ‘mad’ at her for more than just a few seconds.

"Hi."

"Hi."

She pecked your lips, the simple action sending a shiver up your spine even though it wasn't the first time that she did it.

She went to peck your lips once again, but this time your lips captured hers, while your hands at her hips pushed her closer to your body. Florence moaned into your lips as she felt her chest being pushed against yours. Your soft warm hands slowly crawled around her back, setting her skin on fire. Your book long forgotten.

“Wait,” she said, almost breathless. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you said, your lips moving to the soft skin on her neck.

She threw her head back, giving you more access, trying to hold back her moans and focus on what she wanted to tell you.

“I’m serious, Y/n.”

“I’m listening,” you mumbled into her skin.

“Your birthday’s coming up,” she breathed out.

The mention of your birthday made you stop for half a second, but then you gathered yourself up, shrugged all the memories away and decided to focus on marking Florence’s soft skin. But your small action didn’t go unnoticed by your girlfriend.

“Yeah, it seems so… what about it?” you wanted to kiss her so she could just drop the subject, but you knew she meant well.

Florence’s brows furrowed, it was your birthday for god’s sake, and she felt like it was just her who was excited about that special day.

“Well… I was thinking,” she cupped your cheek with her warm hands, forcing your eyes to meet hers, “we could invite everyone over, maybe I can cook some pizza and we can do karaoke and…,” she sounded so thrilled that it hurt having to cut her off.

“Flor, it’s okay. We don’t have to do any of that,” you grabbed her hands and left a sweet kiss on the back of them. “We can just chill here, order something and watch some films.”

“But it’s your birthday and I wanted—.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

Florence stared at you for a minute, trying to read your thoughts. She figured that your mood changed and your birthday were, somehow, related.

“You don’t want to celebrate your birthday, do you?” she quietly asked, as her fingertips transcend small circles on the back of your hand.

“I mean… I just…” you huffed, clearly annoyed at this whole conversation.

“What is it, babe?”

"I just…" you let out the breath you had been holding onto, blinking the tears away that you hadn't even noticed they were about to spill.

Florence kissed your forehead in an attempt of offering you some comfort, she didn't know that your birthday was a sensible topic for you to talk about. She waited, patiently, for you to talk, giving you time to gather yourself up, and letting you know she was right there for you.

"Back then we didn't have enough money, we weren’t poor but we always were short on it. So a birthday party just wasn’t on our plans, but mum always made sure to cook my favourite and I always had a great time,” you smiled at the memory.

“Y/n…”

"I loved those special meals, but deep down it made me sad. All the kids on my block had all these amazing birthday parties and I just had a family dinner like any other day,” you laughed, but there was not a trace of humour in your tone.

“But I’m grateful for everything my parents did for me, I don’t want to sound ungrateful,” you shook your head, emphasising your words.

“You’re not ungrateful, Y/n. You could never be.”

You breathed in, pushing all the messy emotions away, nodding to her words. “So, I don’t need everyone to come over, or you cooking pizza for everyone or karaoke,” you chuckled.

“But… but you deserve it,” she tried.

“It’s okay, Flo,” you pecked her lips, and a second later you yawed. “Well, I’m going to sleep now,” you wrapped yourself in the soft warm blankets. “Don't stay up late, missy. Love you,” was the last thing you said before finally closing your eyes, leaving Florence with her own thoughts.

The only thought on her mind was that you deserved the happiest of birthdays someone could ever have. She decided that it was up to her to give you the birthday party you could never have had as a child. She didn’t blame your parents for such an arrangement in the past, she understood they did their best with what they were capable of. But she was there now, and she was going to make sure to give you everything you deserved, and the least she could do was to throw you the best birthday party she could ever organise.

She smiled to herself as she watched you sleep, a million ideas rushing to her mind, picturing you with a big smile on your face when the day came.

[…]

It wasn’t easy for her, especially with so little time left for your birthday. But she wasn’t going to give up so easily, not when it was about you. Florence had only two weeks to organise the best birthday party you could possibly have.

The date was already set, the same day as your birthday, which was a Friday, so it was perfect. Given the short time, she had no other alternative than to host the party in your shared home, but it was fine, it was just about right for everyone she had planned to invite over.

Raffie, her little sister, helped her out with the digital invitations and they were already sent, every guest confirming their attendance, which brought a smile to Florence’s face. On the invitation Florence —and Raffie— clarified that everyone should be right on time, so they could be all there when you walk in the door after work and surprise you.

The food was the easiest part of it. She gathered Toby, Arabella and Raffie, and the four of them got to work, and in no time they had that problem solved. Pizzas and sandwiches were made, and were ready to be defrosted as soon as Friday came. And lots of different cakes were ordered, one of them wishing you the happiest of birthdays on top.

Now, what was left was convincing you that she wasn’t up to something. Hiding this little secret was a bit hard for Florence, she wanted to come clean to you, she felt terrible about lying to you about your birthday. But she knew deep down that you would love the surprise. So she did her best and kept her mouth shut. And luckily for the both of you, she managed it pretty well. With some help of Raffie, of course.

[…]

Florence was sweating, even though it was cold outside.

She was getting nervous as the time of your arrival came closer. Everyone that was supposed to be present was already there, which was a good thing that gave Florence some comfort. But she was worried about something else.

“What if she doesn’t like it?”

“Flossie—,” Toby tried but her sister cut him off.

“She didn’t want this,” she shook her head in disapproval of herself. “She told me she wanted something simple.”

“Y/n will love this,” Raffie tried to calm her sister.

“She will hate me, she will definitely hate me after this. I shouldn’t have—,” she cut herself as she heard the breaks of your car outside. A second later Billie barked at her, as if confirming you were there.

Her eyes winded as her heart skipped a beat, which Raffie took notice of. “Hey!” she grabbed her sister by the shoulders. “She is going to love this, I swear. Her mum told me, okay? You are good.”

Raffie’s words sinked into her. Florence took a deep breath, nodding to herself and got the last step of her plan in motion.

“Okay, everyone at your place, please. Y/n’s here,” she said as she moved closer to the front door, turning off all the lights on her way. “Don’t say anything until the lights are on, and remember it’s: Surprise, Y/n. Okay?” she heard everyone humming in agreement. “Okay,” she confirmed to herself, getting into her position, straightening her skirt with her sweaty hands.

She felt Billie right next to her, getting ready to surprise you as well. Sensing her owner’s unstillnes, Billie nudged Florence’s leg, with the tip of her nose, trying to comfort her. Florence smiled at her dog in the darkness, taking in one last breath as she heard you unlocking the door.

“Flo—? What the—?” you said, confused, as you opened the door to only find a darkened home.

Your hand went to turn on the light, but Florence beat you to it.

“Surprise, Y/n!” the loud cheering straddled you, but it also brought the biggest smile to your face and tears to the corner of your eyes.

“Happy birthday, baby!” Florence said excitedly, leaving a kiss on your cheek. Some of her anxiety washed away as she watched you smile, her heartbeat finally beating properly.

In a sudden movement, you grabbed her and brought her into you, hugging her tightly, as if not wanting her to slip off from your arms ever.

“I can’t believe you did this whole thing for me,” you whisper into her ear, as your eyes trailed all over the place, taking in all the details.

There were balloons everywhere in the shade of your favourite colour, some shiny fringe backdrops hanging from the ceiling, big shiny balloons in the shape of your new age number, and most importantly, everyone you cared for was there. Florence even succeeded in bringing your grandma. And your heart became even warmer when you saw Florence’s family as well, her parents, her siblings and their partners and, obviously, granzo Pat.

She pulled away from the hug, much to her dismay, and cupped your cheeks with her warm hands. “Of course, I did, silly,” there was so much love in her eyes, that you swear you could have melted right there. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you smiled at her.

Billie nudged your leg, wanting to get your attention, and she slowly howled to you, which you took as a ‘happy birthday’.

“Why, thank you, missy moo,” you said as she looked up to you and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“Y/n!” you heard your name being called.

“Go,” Florence pushed you forwards. “Everyone wants to say ‘hi’ to you.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you smiled at that thought.

Everyone was here for you and only you, you felt like your heart could burst out of your chest from all the happiness you were feeling.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Okay so i had this in my mind, so do you know about moominmamma from moominvalley, just to summarize her shortly, she's described as a calm and comforting caretaker, who has a odd way of doing housekeeping and seems to always be calm, always making the tastiest foods, always carrying around a handbag that seems to have everything, and also knows the slight changes in the moomin house after her hibernation, and also might have been hiding a criminal (Stinky) from the police.

Soo i have a fun idea of the farmer being exactly like moominmamma, they do an odd way on doing anything, giving off strong parental figure vibe, always know whenever someone move or took their stuff, even a little, and maybe even befriending monsters( i can imagine them simply hanging out with Apophis or even having tea with Gabrielle).

How would all of the RSV characters react to a Moominmamma! Listener?

Hell yeah, Moomin mentioned! :D

I really like that idea for Farmer ❤️ Thanks for your ask, dear anon, and enjoy!

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Trinnie and Keahi adore Farmer and will never miss a single opportunity to visit them on the farm. After all, the kind Farmer always treats them to something tasty (Keahi sometimes even thinks that Farmer is a little better cook than his father), always lets them pet the animals, and even ride a horse (not without a protective helmet and supervision from Farmer, of course), and also never refuses the energetic children in advice if they are worried about something. Admittedly, if Farmer gets Keahi and Trinnie up to mischief, it's not without a dose of light scolding (who uses a bomb for a prank?), but on the whole, Farmer is a favourite adult for the kids.

Maddie, Flor, Kiarra and Paula decided to make a little experiment at their leisure in Stardew Valley, and asked Philip to move some things in Farmer's house while Farmer themself was standing with the girls (Farmer allowed it). When he returned to his friends, however, all four girls waited to see what Farmer would say in reply. "Philip moved my coffee mug in the kitchen a little to the left of the sink." The shocked man nodded his head in confirmation. "HOW?!" "It's always like that. Anyway, who wants some berry pie?"

Aguar has an experiment of his own on Farmer as well... Only in this case, it will also involve the dangerous monsters that lurk in the depths of Ridge forest. Why are they aggressive to everyone but Farmer? What kind of aura do they exude that monsters obediently stand near them and willingly accept... cookies in their clawed paws??? He can use their power to his advantage. For the defence of Ridgeside Village, naturally (well, and other purposes...).

Farmer has practically replaced Yuuma's parents while they have to travel for work. The boy was at first uncomfortable with Farmer's care and didn't want to impose on the adult with his chores and thoughts, immersing himself in taking care of his older brother. But it was Farmer's help, kindness and care that allowed Yuuma not only to have free time to be a child, but also to vent his accumulated emotions to someone, about his fears and worries for his brother and how much he missed his mom and dad.

No, Jio doesn't need anything from Farmer. And no, he doesn't need woollen socks, it's not cold in the woods- no, he doesn't need it in any way at all. Elf doesn't need a warm hat either. Why is Farmer chasing him like a protective mama hen? He's an assassin, this is ridiculous- No! For the last time, Jio doesn't need this- !!! Okay, he'll take the plum pudding, it looks delicious. Thanks. And go away.

The kindness and parental care from Farmer is just a breath of fresh air for the Amethyne family, whose members sacrifice almost everything for the legacy of their family name. Louie clung to Farmer like a magnet, wanting to spend more time with them. He even stopped calling them a servant and started working on his behaviour thanks to their advice and help. The advice was especially accepted by Ariah, who was already freaking out due to a nearly failed exam and a lot of pressure. The faithful servants Irene and Sonny themselves were not left out of Farmer's attention, they were even a little unaccustomed to it - usually they take care of family and guests, but here it was somehow the opposite. Zayne is a little shy, but very grateful to Farmer for everything and for always listening to him and helping him in difficult decisions. Maive is just happy with Farmer and appreciates them for everything they have done for her family, sometimes being surprised that Farmer sees only good in her too, even though the head of the Amethyne family herself knows that she can be strict and even unpleasant.

While the grumpy elf is trying his best to hide from Farmer, Daia is taking full advantage of this. Who could say no to a delicious cranberry cheesecake, especially since Farmer makes it just perfect! The ninja has never known family and parental care, having been raised from an early age with only one job - to kill anyone her Lady points her finger at, so Daia doesn't mind feeling cared for, if only for a little while. Though she admits it's a little strange.

"Farmer, we need to have a serious talk." Belinda doesn't even know anymore whether to be angry at the careless Farmer who approached Gabriella's closest minions unarmed, with intentions of "settling the conflict," or surprised at the minions agreeing to peace and having a tea party??? with Farmer. Can damned monsters even drink anything? It's as if Farmer has some sort of aura that makes all evil spirits calm down. At her mute request for help in this strange situation towards Raeriyala, the fox spirit only laughed softly at what was happening. Her deceased friend had been such a caring mother, and it was rather amusing to see Farmer adopt those traits of their grandmother. Maybe it's a hint that the damned souls can still be saved, since they're treating Farmer peacefully at least.

Olga has become resistant to Farmer because they are spoiling her husband Bert (who really doesn't mind a tasty sweets from Farmer) and daughter Trinnie with their maternal care. She is grateful to Farmer for their recipes for culinary masterpieces, sweaters and, though a little strange, very useful advice about the house, but Olga repeats time after time that these two need a stern hand.

Lenny sat on the picnic table with the rest of the adult residents of Ridgeside Village and was dying laughing when she saw Farmer, with arms full of sweaters, almost running after anyone they thought was not dressed appropriately for the cold weather. "Ay, ay, ay, are you jealous because you don't have a sweater either?" slyly quipped Carmen, who however was also amused by the scene. Especially since her daughter Blair was perpetually dressed lightly and had a good chance of catching a cold (despite her mother's scolding), so Farmer, who had persuaded her to wear sweater they had tied, was her salvation. Shanice, Naomi, and Malaya giggled quietly at what was happening while Richard with Pika and Lorenzo explained to a confused Kimpoi that Farmer had always been like this. Even though they all laugh, everyone knows that Farmer is the kindest soul, best friend and just a blessing from Yoba.

On the one hand, Faye is a bit annoyed by Farmer's care and advice, because she can take care of herself, you know (ugh, they are like her parents!). But later the waitress realises that they do it out of kindness, not because they think she is incapable of independent life. Plus she can't turn down Farmer's food (their cauliflower with cheese is delicious!).

"Aw yeah, free lunch!" Ian gave Sean a stern look after his not too polite comment when Farmer's stopped by their workplace with a hot meal for the boys. But the ginger man himself couldn't agree more with his friend: Farmer cooks so gloriously that it's impossible to refuse. They have become a frequent visitor (not even a customer anymore), just to make sure that both Ian and Sean don't forget to eat after their hard work. Ian is especially grateful, as he can save more money for his family.

Anton has already come to terms with his failures in life, believing that the only thing he has left to wish for is to numb the pain with cider and sleep. However, Farmer appeared in Anton's life and became a friend, a counsellor and a shoulder to cry on. And they always have plenty of tissues in their handbag after crying.

After the whole damn thing with that Jio and "Gabriela's followers", Corine is surprised at how calm Farmer acted at the sight of danger. Wait, don't tell her that Farmer didn't take up arms just because they want to be friends with these... creatures and live in peace like in fairytale. With all due respect to her good friend, Corine doesn't think just words will solve anything here... whatever that was.

Alissa and Ysabelle are going to be a little confused. It's not that Farmer's attention and care makes them uncomfortable, not at all. It's just... They're not little kids anymore, and they can take care of themselves. Alissa is a bit shy to say it directly, so as not to hurt Farmer's feelings, while Ysabelle said in plain text that if she needs help, advice or warm socks, she will ask directly. Luckily, Frmer understood both girls perfectly and is in no way offended.

Shiro was so happy when before his eyes Farmer cared for and helped Yuuma, allowing the boy to enjoy at least some free time like a child should. Even chuckled a little when his younger brother was a little shy of care from Farmer. Laughing until Farmer's attention turned to Shiro himself. He was a little shy too, but was grateful for the help and care, occasionally reminding him that he could take care of himself too. Heh, why does he need so many woollen socks?

"Don't you think I'm too old for all this?" Kenneth, June and Jeric in no way meant to insult the Farmer or their gift of a knitted jumper. It's only that such overprotection causes them a little confusion and misunderstanding. All those sweaters and- oh, ok, that cheesecake looks delicious. They'll accept that. Thanks Farmer.

For Lola and Freddie Farmer is the kindest, most polite and calm youth they have ever met. All their deeds, all their concern for the other residents of this town has not escaped the eyes of the retired assassins. And of course, two elderly men will not refuse the knitted socks that Farmer has put their care and love into (especially they are woolen - just the thing against the cold wooden floor in their house!). Lola is a little worried, though, because of Farmer's desire to solve all matters only in peace and even be friends with monsters. She's afraid lest Farmer's get in trouble because of it.

[dontexpectmuch]

“amor, please, calm down and listen to me, please.” pedri begged, hands closing around your wrist to prevent you from putting on your shoes and marching out of the apartment.

“listen to what, pedro?” you turn your head to face him, eyes wide and wild, mad and disappointed at the events from earlier.

pedri looked like he was sorry, and he really was. he regretted every second, he really did, but it was too late now, wasn’t it?

this is not how you imagined to spend time with your ‘injured’ boyfriend of six months.

you had it all planned out, wanting to cook him a homemade meal to cheer him up, watch his comfort movie and just spend some time with him. you weren’t able to meet him for a few weeks, since you had a workshop outside of town and sadly couldn’t be there for pedri when he got injured.

but no one on earth could’ve prepared you for the scene you saw as you walked into the bedroom, thinking that pedri was taking a nap since he wasn’t in the living room.

“i, i don’t know what to say, mi flor, really i-“ you cut him off, ripping your wrist out of his hands, “then how about you shut the fuck up? how about that?”

him cheating on you wasn’t exactly on your 2023 bingo card, you see. all you wanted to do right now was to smash everything in this apartment, to yell at him, to cry, to laugh. but, nothing. you didn’t feel anything. just numbness. everything was just really dark and numb.

“amor, please.”, he begs again, eyes filled with tears, cheeks rosy and nostrils flared. his voice cracked whenever he spoke up.

good, that’s how it should be, you think to yourself, looking around the living room behind pedri for a last time, before opening the door and stepping out, pedri closely following you, no shirt and shoes on.

“don’t call me that anymore, i have a name, you know?” you voice out, finally looking into his eyes.

hearing you say that broke something in pedri, it’s like going through major loss all over again, like losing the world cup, but this time losing his world.

“please, stay, i will make it up, i will never look at anyone else ever again, i will be better, please.” he now cries out, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“how-“ this time your voice cracks, not being able to take it any longer, “how can you ever say something like this? how can i ever trust you, pedro? i don’t deserve this and you know that.” now, anger takes over you, “are you really that desperate? that you couldn’t wait for me to come back? was all of this just sex to you? nothing else?”

“of course not!” he denies, looking offended that you would ever think so lowly of him.

“well, amazing way of proving it.” rolling your eyes, you begin to walk, leaving the building.

and this time, though, pedri doesn’t follow you. he just stands there, watching the love of his life walking away from him. his heart breaks more and more with each step you took, moving away from him as fast as you could, not wanting him to see the tears running down your cheeks.

fucking great.

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i really want to kiss his rosy cheeks, please.

[peakyswritings]

Reb! For your Christmas event may I request something for Tommy and Jared? Any of the options it's okay for me, so it's your choice.

(and just in case Jared face claim is Colin Morgan)

Only if you're comfortable with that, of course!!

Thanks in advance! ❤️❤️

A/N: this got a tiiiiny bit longer than intended, but I got a bit carried away. I hope you like the little change at the end. Thank you for sending this, Flor!🤍

Jared belongs to @justrainandcoffee

Enjoy your gift

-🎅🏻

No need for words

Comfortably sprawled out on the sofa in Tommy’s study, Jared looked at his lover, who was sitting on a chair with an empty look in his eyes, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Something’s on your mind.”

Tommy brought the glass to his lips, emptying the remains of its content in a single gulp. “How surprising, eh?”

Jared shook his head. It wasn’t like he was expecting him to cooperate. If there was one thing he had learned, it was that Tommy only said what he wanted to say when he wanted to say it. Pushing him would only cause him to close off even more. And anyway, he didn’t need him to speak to know what was wrong. For the first time, he would be all alone for Christmas. His family hadn’t spoken to him since they had gotten out of jail, and although he’d never admit it, Tommy missed them more than words could explain. And on Christmas, it hurt a little bit more.

That was why Jared had invited himself over, with the intention of staying way more than one night. The last thing Tommy needed was staying alone with his thoughts.

“Wait, I almost forgot,” he got up to get a small box out of the pocket of his coat. “Here.”

Eyebrows knitting together, Tommy grabbed the packet. “For me?”

“No, for your cook,” he rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s for you.”

“You didn’t have to,” Tommy murmured, slowly opening the gift.

“It’s nothing. Just something I saw at the market.” Jared back on the sofa. “It made me think of you.”

A small rocking horse. It was white, with a red saddle. It kinda looked like the first pony he had ever had. The one he had told Jared about a few months before. A real smile cracked his features. “It’s beautiful,” he said, turning it over in his hand. “Thank you.”

Before he could say anything to respond, the door of the study opened. Tommy straightened up on his chair, clearing his throat.

Frances shyly stood on the threshold with a suitcase in her hands. “Excuse me, sir,” she apologised. “I just wanted you to know I’m leaving. Don’t hesitate to call, if you need anything.”

Tommy’s cheeks took on a tinge of red. “Alright, Frances. Thank you. Enjoy your time off.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr Shelby. And to you too, sir,” she nodded at Jared, who smiled in return.

“Merry Christmas, Frances.”

With one last nod, Frances walked out the room, closing the door behind her.

Jared shifted his gaze from the closed door to his lover. “Does she know?”

Tommy raised his eyebrows, moving to sit more comfortably. “What Frances knows,” he said, “will always be a mystery to me.”

Once the maid was out of her boss’s sight, a small giggle left her lips. He was smiling. Tommy Shelby, with a smile on his grumpy face. Who would’ve thought.

So she left Arrow House with a lighter heart, knowing he wouldn’t be all alone for Christmas.

[08melancholie]

Honeysuckle and Whiskey. — Micah Bell/OC

CHAPTER 12 — Harmful Actions.

words: ~3k| AO3 LINK — MASTERLIST

a/n: sorry about the short chapter, been busy with school as of lately :')

warning: (Attempted, non-graphic) SA.

How do you distract yourself from the overwhelming feeling of taking an actual liking to an asshole, one such as Micah Bell?

You ignore him, act like he doesn't exist. At least, that's what Melody deemed would be the best way to go about this. It's three days past the night at the dock, and she hasn't let herself be seen by Micah since. These feelings were getting too strong, and she needed to shut them out—as fast as possible.

She busied herself with chores until there were none more left for her, or by going out on errands and hunting all day, anything to simply not see him right now. She knows she'd fold instantly if she did, and this was simply a safety precaution. Well; fuck safety, it seems.

While washing the dishes for Pearson on the fourth day since she's interacted with Micah, the devil appears.

"Melody."

Ooh, a shiver right down her spine. Here it comes.

Melody turns around to find Micah behind her, hip leaned on the nearby counter where Pearson—who is not here right now, smart of Micah to wait flor him to leave—usually cooks the meals, hands folded over his chest. "Micah." She answers with slight hesitancy, going right back to washing the plates in her hand.

Micah has been having his own crisis—long before the night at the dock. But, he never thought to outright ignore Melody, so he didn't exactly appreciate this sudden tranquility. "Why are you avoidin' me?" Straight to the point, no beating around the bush now.

"Sorry, been busy." She shrugs, as if he's that stupid.

A step closer and a hand on her shoulder that turns her around to face him. She's backed up against the sink, and Micah has a slight glare to his gaze. "Bullshit." He calls, and albeit correct, she doesn't exactly appreciate it. "You're ignoring me. Why?"

Melody sets the washed plate in her hand down. "Don't be childish, Micah—"

"I don't appreciate being ignored, then lied to." He cuts her off, his grip on her shoulder crinkling her shirt slightly. "What'd I do to upset you this time, huh?"

She scoffs slightly, her hand coming up to his forearm, trying to pry his hand off. "Nothing, jeez. Calm down, Micah." His grip doesn't falter once, in fact, it gets stronger.

He leans in closer to her, eyebrows furrowed so deeply they're almost touching. "Calm down?" He repeats with a scoff of his own. "Don't you tell me to calm down, girl." He hisses.

"Let me go, Micah. I don't want to talk about this now." Melody shoves his hand off, starting to get annoyed herself.

He huffs out a mocking snicker. "Oh, you don't? And I'm the childish one—yet you can't even talk this out like adults." He barks, hands falling to his hips now that she's forced them off herself.

Melody just glares at him for a moment. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Not as much as you are, sweetheart." He retorts right back. "To think I.." He paused himself before scoffing and turning to walk away, leaving the scene with a scowl. Melody turns to the sink again, leaning over it slightly. She huffs and sighs, running a hand through her hair before deciding to just get finish with the dishes.

To think I... What did he mean to say? Melody wished she could have taken a different approach to this, because the tables have now turned on her. He ignored her in camp, refused any job that might include her—didn't even look her way once since their argument. Oh, but that was still mild compared to what he did just a week after the altercation.

Walking out of her tent one morning, Melody was met with the worst, most uncomfortable of gazes and sometimes even dirty looks, for no apparent reason. She hadn't been doing much but the chores in and outside camp, so the fact that everyone was eyeing her almost just as indifferently as the first day she was taken here—it had to have some sort of reason. So, she went to Dutch.

Knocking on his tent canvas and being let in, she takes a seat on his cot—looking up at an almost worried Dutch. "Okay, what is wrong with everyone, Dutch? What'd I do this time?"

The leader takes a quick breather, pulling up a chair in front of Melody. "Okay, listen..." He fidgets almost nervously with his gold ring, worrying Melody all the more. "We.. heard, from someone, that you.." Dutch stops to think of a way to word his sentence as to not upset her, but everything goes to shit when he lets his eyes slip towards her thigh, and Melody catches it.

"What? Why are..." She stops when it registers in her head, staring at the tent wall behind Dutch.

Dutch clears his throat and tries to keep the situation under control. "I'm sure.. this person.. didn't mean any harm, telling us about your.. you know—"

"It was Micah, huh? Fuckin' bastard—"

"Melody," Dutch takes a gentle hold of her forearm to keep her seated before she lashed out on him. "don't.. do anything."

She just scoffs and rips her arm away, standing up. "Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean anything with it but my goddamn safety." She mutters shakily to him, her breathing quickened slightly. It makes sense now; he just up and told everyone about the burning. Before Dutch could get another word in, Melody stormed out of his tent and went straight for Micah's own one.

She parts the flaps open without a warning, startling Micah slightly. "You told them? Are you kidding me, you bastard?!" She huffs as Micah sits up in his cot, looking up at her.

"Jesus Christ.. would you calm—"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down. Do you have any idea what you just did, for me?!" She hissed, stepping into his tent and up to him. "What were you thinking? This is a new low, even for you!" She adds harshly.

Micah definitely didn't expect it to get out so quickly, seeing how he drunkenly told just two people, but it seems he was wrong. "Would you just stop yelling, damn it?"

"I can't believe you..." She huffs quietly before raising her voice once more. "You're the biggest goddamn joke in this camp, you know that?" Micah goes in for another reply, but gets cut off by Melody again. "All that, over a fucking argument? Are you right in the head?!"

It's a yelling match, between Micah trying to get Melody to stop screaming by raising his voice, and Melody just yelling louder over him. It stops on Micah's end when Melody start full-on crying between her words, choking up sobs right in front of him. "Melody.. I.. you know I wouldn't—I was just drunk—" Micah's voice is all but heard, fully muffled by Melody now.

"You are.. a goddamn pathetic man. I.. I trusted you, damn it." She huffs, finally catching on to the fact she'd started sobbing. She wipes her eyes dry and mutters the last of her part, giving herself the last word. "I should have listened to them when they told me you were a cruel, selfish bastard." With the last sentence, she turns and walks right out of his tent, sobbing all the way to her own one without a care if anyone else saw.

Melody was a fool. A goddamn fool. How she didn't expect something like this happening was truly a stupid move. She's heard all the foul things about him, and she knew a good portion were all true—and look at her now. A sobbing mess, isolated inside her tent from everyone else. This was a real-life nightmare she was living in, and she saw very little way out of this. Last time, she stayed cooped up inside the tent. But no; this time, she's trying a different approach. After calming herself down as much as possible, she left her tent and got down to her chores, wanting them finished early so that she could spend her day outside camp, clear her head.

Those stares didn't bother her any longer—she ignored every single person giving her any type of different look, which left only the girls who sympathised with her and her struggle, even letting her vent about Micah and their argument. She spent the morning getting all her chores done before checking in with Dutch to let him know she'll be out of camp, and setting off.

CW: (Attempted, non-graphic) SA.

Rhodes was a fine town, quiet with a pretty nice community. Melody decided to stop there to stock up on a few things in the general store, and to buy herself some more ammo. First stop was the general store, where things went as smooth as expected. Though, of course, luck isn't always on her side—especially not today, it seems.

While making her way from the general store and towards the gun shop, she got yanked into the small alleyway between the two buildings, hand on her mouth and a gun to her head. "Knew it—it's the little German girl of Colms'." And at that, her heart stops. O'Driscolls. Of course they'd find her out one day, they weren't that stupid. With her body not at the old camp, something different to her death clearly happened. "Oh, he's been lookin' to get you back," He looks from Melody to his other O'Driscoll friend. "he always liked them youngins, clueless little things." Melody starts squirming, anything but to go back to Colm. She sees the Van der Lindes as family now, and she won't let herself be brought back to him again.

She stabs her boot spurs into the mans' leg, making his wince and grunt, giving herself the chance to get away from his grasp. But a bullet is clearly faster than a human. Just like six months ago while defend the O'Driscoll camp, a shot rings through the sky and theres a stinging in her leg—just this time, it's the opposite one. She instantly falls flat on her stomach and into the dirt, hissing and cursing foreignly. "Little bitch, 'ya think you're all smart, huh?" Footsteps come up behind her, still wincing from the pain in her leg. "I think 'ya need a lesson in obedience before you're brought back to the boss."

He kneels over her, and she stiffens when the man puts his hands on her sides. "Oh, yeah. We'll set 'ya straight for him." A hand clasps over her mouth to prevent her attempted scream as the man slips his other hand under her shirt, tracing up her spine. This is it. She can't imagine a worse horror than what is about to happen, clawing at the dirt underneath her to ground herself from just giving up and letting them have this. "Hold her legs, squirmy little thing." He commands the other man, who kneels over her ankles to keep her in place, with the other pulling her shirt up. Just as Melody is about to make more attempts at screaming, there's two random shots flashing in front of her, and she instantly ducking down as much as possible. The weight of the two men over her falters as they drop to the side, and Melody doesn't yet dare lift her head up.

"Melody, get up, girl. I'm here."

Oh, ain't that a surprise. Of course, the only person to 'worry' enough to come see her when she randomly decides to wander out—Micah goddamn Bell. Well... she isn't complaining, no matter how it sounds.

She lifts her head up when she feels Micah pull her shirt down over her bare back, looking at him through teary eyes. "You came... why?" She asks shakily, still not over what just happened a moment prior.

Micah gets her to sit up and looks down at her wounded leg, thinking. "Needed to apologise, and figured I'd.. follow 'ya so we'd get more privacy to talk." While explaining himself, he reaches up and undoes his teal neckerchief before carefully wrapping it around her wound, tightening it to lessen the bleeding. "I'm.. I'm glad I came."

Melody looks at him as he works on the wound, momentarily speechless. He really had the most bizarre timing. "Me too.." She whispers, subconsciously letting her tears streak down her face as she looked down into her lap.

Micah looks at her tear-ridden face and stands with a small, worried frown, holding his hands out for her to take. She does so a bit reluctantly, but complies nonetheless. He gets her up on her feet—or well, foot to be exact—and helps her get to Baylock. "You ain't in no state to be ridin' now," He gets her up on Baylock and whistles Anni over to follow his own horse, which he mounts up on behind Melody. She feels sick to her core, like she could throw up at any moment now. If Micah wasn't here today, things would have gone so wrong for her. The mere realisation is enough for her to break down completely.

She turns on the saddle to face Micah as soon as he starts riding, her lip quivering. "They were gonna.." She cuts herself off with a choked-up sob, and Micah instantly lets go of the reins with one hand, putting it around the cowgirl.

"Don't think 'bout it, Melody. I gotchu, girl.." He isn't the best at comforting people—never has been, really; but this was Melody, and this was goddamn terrifying for her. Her body shivered against his when he pressed her closer, letting Melody cry into his shirt and chest, even hugging him. He slowly rubbed her upper back while paying attention to the road and making sure Anni was following along, shushing her and trying to comfort her as best as he could. "They won't do nothin' to you, I promise. Not when I'm here." That was a really big promise he was making—but he truly believed it.

This really seemed to shake Melody up, as she cried for most the ride back to camp. It was a few minutes before they arrived to camp, already evening by then, that she had managed to exhaust herself so much she fell asleep. Micah got them both back safely, leaving Melody on Baylock while he hitched both horses up. When he finished he looked up at Melody, who was still sleeping in Baylock's soft mane. He carefully got her off and adjusted her in his arms. Jesus, Micah. This is not something he thought he'd be doing—ever. Carrying a woman, bridal style, to her tent? In front of the others? This was bound to cause even more gossip, worsening both their situations. Not to mention, Melody's tent was moved to be pretty much in the middle of camp, so for the people still awake at the campfire, they'd definitely see him.

But, they wouldn't notice Micah if he went straight for his own tent.

With a minute to prepare himself, he moved away from Baylock and Anni, hitched next to one-another, and heads to his tent with the sleeping Melody in his arms.

He pushed the tent flaps open with his elbow, first lowering Melody down on his cot. Yeah, this felt even weirder. He looked down at her, getting comfortable and snuggling up to his pillow in her sleep. Micah turned his gaze away when it started wandering just slightly more than it should have, and turned back to shut the tent flaps closed before stripping his jacket off. He drapes it over a chair, moving it to sit next to Melody, the chair next to the cot on the end where the pillow was. There's that, then. He looks down to her leg, seeing how her blood stained his neckerchief, the teal turning a dark-ish brown. He used the opportunity of her sleeping state to unwrap his accessory from her wound, grab any remaining gauze inside his tent and replace it with that, to ensure she wouldn't get worse. It was only until morning, she'd probably know to get it fixed up herself, so he didn't bother with much more. He sat back down, leaning back in the chair with a sigh.

This woman... she's doing something, and Micah isn't sure if he likes it more than it worries him.

As expected, Micah didn't get much sleep. He dozed off a few times, but could never keep it going longer than a few minutes. It was only once he got himself to actually fall asleep a few hours—before Melody woke him up.

It took her until the afternoon to wake up, grumbling into Micah's pillow. She could instantly tell it wasn't her own, because of the smell that came from it. Whereas hers had little to no scent, just a faint scent of a random, cheap perfume she bought herself—Micah's had a very peculiar, musky and tobacco-y smell to it. That was her first cue to lift her head up, just to be met with the dozing Micah right next to her. He was leaned back in the chair, arms folded across his chest with a really faint sound of his exhales and small snores. She blinked a few times, trying to recall how in the hell she got into Micah's own cot, and did so without him also inside it with her as well.

It clicked after a moment, and she remembered everything and how it all went down when she left for Rhodes after their argument—their second one. She slowly sat up on the cot, shuffling closer to him. Melody accidentally brushed her injured leg over the cot in a wrong way, wincing and hissing. This broke the light-sleeper next to her out of his slumber, rubbing his eyes before looking over. "Mornin'.. okay?" He gestures to her leg, and she can't yet reply.

She blinks at him wordlessly for a good minute, all the while Micah gets himself awake and out of his exhausted state. Finally, when he lifts an eyebrow at her, she speaks up. "Yeah.. yeah, thanks.."

Micah nods and gets up from the chair, pushing it back into its original spot and putting his jacket on. "I'd get out as discreetly as possible—we don't need even mo' gossip 'bout us, I reckon." He explains, walking to the entrance and turning back once more. "Can 'ya do it alone?" He asks.

Melody nods slowly, getting up from his cot. She stands on her injured leg with a small wince, instantly holding onto the cot to lift it off the ground. "Fuck.." She curses quietly, and Micah sighs. Before she can even react, theres a hand underneath the backs of her thighs, and another on her shoulder. She's swept off her feet with a small, surprised gasp, instantly clutching to Micah's shoulders. And, shes speechless again.

"Don't get any ideas, girl." He comments to her stunned reaction, peeking out of his tent before exiting with her, walking towards her tent.

She looks around for any camp member that may be out and see them. "I ain't getting no 'ideas', this just looks.. very odd." She hums, watching his face as he looks ahead, staring intently at her tent while walking over.

He walks into her tent and sets her down on her bedroll, turning to leave at that—when he stops and turns again. "Uh.. 'm sorry. 'Bout what I told everyone.. I was drunk 'n.. it was stupid of me." He mumbles, looking anywhere but down at Melody.

She, again, can only stare up at him for a moment. This is just.. too much. Micah helped Melody get home safely, let her sleep in his cot to prevent people talking about him and herself coming to camp late together, didn't sleep practically at all himself, and is now helping her and apologising. What the hell is going on? She's truly lost. "...Thank you. I'm.. also sorry, I said some rash things myself and.. we really should have just talked it out." She replies in agreement.

And that was all it took to avoid the unnecessary drama and gossip currently circling camp, most about Melody. She did forgive him, at least, she said she did. The energy was slightly weird between them still, but it wasn't overly awkward or hard to be civil. So, that's where they are now—back to being two civil members, bare-minimum and everything.

It'd be a while until everyone forgot about her little secret, now outta the bag.

Her leg has been taking a while to heal. So far, Dutch has been the only one to be told what went down in Rhodes, because he found out about Melody being shot. He just left her to rest for the remainder of the week, to both heal her leg until she can walk normally again and to process what's happened to her in Rhodes. And it was none other than Micah helping her throughout the day, whenever he could. Despite being bad at apologies, this little thing, he could do just fine to show how bad he felt about the whole situation.

"What, 'ya think Colm's lookin' for you, try'na get you back?" Micah looks up from the ground where he's kneeled down, inspecting her wound after four days have passed since that day out in town.

Melody nods her head in response. "One of 'em said it aloud, how 'Colm's been looking to get me back', so he knows I'm not dead." She mentions, looking down at him. "I assumed that'd be what they all knew, but I guess I was wrong."

Micah grunts quietly before he releases her leg and stands to his full height, placing his hands on his gun belt. "Does he know you're with us, though?"

"Doubt it," Melody replies, scooting aside on the cot like always, for Micah to seat himself next to her. "but I hope not; best not to add fuel to the fire, this feud Dutch has going on." She adds.

Micah nods in agreement, going quiet for a moment. "And.. we're good now too, right.?" He asks carefully, looking to meet Melody's eyes.

Melody looks over as well, her eyes falling to Micah's as he stands there, fiddling almost nervously with his belt. She's never seen Micah nervous—but it isn't so un-welcomed. She slowly reaches a hand out, gesturing for his own, which stuns Micah for a moment before he finds himself complying, taking Melody's extended hand into his. She smiles softly, squeezing his calloused digits with her own before she answers his question.

"I think we'll be good, friend."

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The Cultures that make us (Argentina)

Cw: mentions of food, guns and flashing lights on the GIF.

Summary: The horsemen experiencing the culture of their human companion. (Can be read as romantic).

A/n: Alright peeps strap in for the culture train!. Brought to you by your dear host and their lovely country! (I'll make more for other cultures, If you want yours just shoot me an ask. I will send a DM to weed out incorrect information or to ask for clarification! I want everything to be accurate!)

A/n2: Lyrics translated at the end.

Humans and their cultures,there were so Many. Uncountable for other beings and mortals themselves,but amongst the things they shared was a love and passion for food.

Recipies passed from generation to generation. Keeping the traditions And cultures alive by making sure everyone knew how to make a snack or a meal. It was a bonding experience between families or Friends or lovers. Only humans understood the importance of food.

Ceatures who need not of sustenance,didnt get the uniqueness And importance.

The Horsemen rarely paid attention,seeing food as an indulgence rather than a need.

Until they picked up a human along their trek.

Death:

He got the sweet toothed human,because of course his luck is rotten.

This human had a love,or an obssesion,with sugar and treats of the sort. The horseman had figured it was a need,as he understood sugar was one of the components that gave humans energy,so at first he didnt think too much of It. He saw this human like a little puppy who couldnt keep up with the relentlessness of a nephilim.

--Its not that I'm living off of sugar. -- the human had told him as they made a dough. It smells citrus-like and a little sweet. They are Rolling it against a hard,metal table sized for a mortal.

To the horseman's chagrin,the Makers had taken a love for human food so now they had created a human sized home for they to stay when the reaper came visiting.

--Certainly seems like it-- The pale rider answered,watching from the corner of the room. He seems unbothered but hes curious. He always is.

--Sugar doesnt give everything us humans need. We have an elaborate diet-- the mortal explained,cutting the dough up into smaller balls and going to flatten them with a wooden roll of wood.

Their cooking was not that affected because of the ingredints. It took time to make it taste fully human-made but their kind was exhasperatingly perseverent.

--Your species is needlessly complicated.

--Said the half Angel half demon dude-- They quipped,not looking away as they Grab a Knife and cut the flattened dough into strips.

Death doesnt answer and rolls his eyes,his bone mask moving with his expression like its made of calcified flesh. He watches intently as the human folded the stripes in the shape of this ribbon,the Lower ends of the stripe meet at the center,Forming an arch of sorts.

They do this a few times, and as they do they begin to sing under their breath. Its not the first time they've done this infront of him but its always an interesting thing to witness. Hes yet to understand the language they speak,the council never bothered to give him the abilities of a polyglot.

And his human companion always joked how funny it was he spoke english. He never understood exactly what this "English" is.

--Tal vez

de tanto usar el gris

te ciegues con el sol...

¡pero eso tiene fin!

¡Después verás todo el color,

amor, quedémonos aquí!-- the human sang. It was for themself, and they had left it clear that the reaper would just have to put up with it. They wouldnt allow yet another creature to take away their culture.

--¡Amor, asómate a la flor

y entiende la verdad que llaman corazón!

¡Deja el pasado acobardado en el fangal

que aquí podemos comenzar!

He wondered what the song is about. The sounds of the human's language are so foreign.

The way they breath in their sounds with the letter S,giving words the look of having an H between syllables.

The soft sh sounds when words had a Y or a double L at the start.

Its a beautiful,sing-songy accent. The few times hes heard them speak their mother tongue,it felt like there was a slight dancing in the sounds like they were singing the words rather than speaking.

Deep down he feels sad he doesnt understand how human languages work,he'd Like to know what makes the accent so unique.

The reaper's thoughts are cut when he hears the sizzling of oil. He watches as the human sets a batch of the dough ribbons in a pan with bubbling liquid. He then sees them pour some alcohol on it and his eyes quirk with Curiosity.

--Isnt this "Rubbing Alcohol" flammable?

--Yes,but it evaporates with the heat-- The human answered with a shrug-- Helps the Moñitos with turning out greasy because of the oil.

--The what?

The human rolled their eyes,knowing the reaper hadnt paid attention when they began telling him about the snack a few hours prior.

--Thats the name of the snack,Moñitos. In english its called Little Bows.

He hummed with acknowledgement-- You humans make the oddest of concotions.

--We can give makers a run for their money-- The mortal half joked with a smirk.

Internally,Death raised a brow and amusement. He taps his pointer finger on his bicep as he watches them stirr the dough in the pan-- Perhaps. Dont let them hear it, they'll become even more insufferable.

--Hah! As if...-- The mortal then quieted,looking at the snacks slowly Cook in the pan-- I got this recipe from my mother,you know?

--You told me humans passes tradition through generations.

--Yeah,we do-- they scoffed fondly-- I remember the first time I tasted them they were sweet and lemony, and I always paid attention to the recipe. Im glad it stuck to my head.

The reaper nodded with acknowledgement and didnt say much else. He looks at the ground and simply waits for time to pass by.

Meanwhile, the human slowly begins to fish out each little bow that was cooked and ready to be eaten. They set it in a strainer and let it cool off.

Like that they eventually Cook the whole batch and once they are lukewarm they put them all in a bowl and throw a hefty dose of sugar on them.

Their reaper companion seems to return to the earth as they take off their apron and Grab the bowl walk out of their kitchen into the livingroom

--Death! Im all done. Do you feel like making tea?

He blinks at them for a second. Theyre so odd. They always asked about his feelings,if he felt up to doing something for them. Theyve never pushed,never prodded aside from natural Curiosity.

There was a tenderness he wasnt sure he deserved.

--You spent two hours making those things.-- He answered,returning to his feet-- I imagine that took a lot of energy from your...human body.

--It did,but I can make it if youre not up to it.

He shook his head slightly,a micromovement but perceptible-- You'll strain yourself and the makers Will be breathing down my neck. Go sit,Human.

They raised a brow-- Alright Mr.Grumpy. I do have a name you know?

--Dont call me that-- He bit-- And I'm well aware.

--Alright then,just checking. You rarely use it.

He didnt feel worthy of speaking their name.

--Its easier to just call you human.-- He replied.

--Right,sure-- They look so amused,he hates it-- Is it like not putting a name on a dog you dont plan to Keep just so you dont get attached?

Death rolled his eyes and dismisses them with his hand. They chuckle and leave for the comfy couch,he then goes to turn on the metal oven and put some water to boil.

The air smelled of citrus and sweetness mixed with the slight scent of oil. The naturey- Sticky smell hes grown used to. The kitchen always felt so dead when they werent around.

Hes seen them in it so Many times that it doesnt feel right when they arent there.

Apparently,humans used food and cooking as a way to bond. Hes done that with his siblings before,but he didnt expect to grow so close to another species.

It did take him by surprise,he didnt help out of respect. But spending time with them,simply being around and making conversation (which is "The human talks to Death and sometimes Death answers"), had managed to make him grow a Bond and an attachment.

What was that about avoiding putting a name to rescued dogs?.

The kettle sings its whistling tune and he makes two cups. He drank his by himself but he made it just to Keep the human company.

He comes into the livingroom with the two mugs and sets them on the coffee table with the bowl. They havent touched even a single one of those bowls.

--What were you waiting for?--He asked,a little concerned.

--You -- the human answered like it was obvious. Their voice is soft,gentle. A tenderness that he craved yet it felt like sandpaper.

--You shouldnt have bothered.

--Food tastes better when you share it-- They scoot closer and reach for one of the little bows. The set one on his Open palm-- you get the first bite I wont look.

He blinks at them like a deer in headlights-- You made them. You should-

They set their hand on his armored forearm-- No,you can have it. Let me know if I did a good job or not.

"You always do" came a voice from the deepest part of the riders conciousness.

--Youre stubborn-- He says instead.-- The sugar wont do anything for me.

--Its not about the energy it can give you,Its about indulging in flavor and sweetness.

He breathes out under his breath,they can see how his chest falls and how his eyes close for a second with defeat.

This is the third time theyve won an argument. Hes losing his sharp edges.

Death gestures for them to cover their face and they do. They even turn away from him and he lifts his mask up to swallow the whole thing in one bite. It wasnt particularly big for a being his size.

But the flavor does Keep up with his senses,he can taste the lemon and sugar,the dough's lightness thanks to the way it was cooked.

His companion had joked about how their secret ingredient was love. He only scoffed with disbelief at such cheesy piece of information.

Yet he gets it now. Its made with care,like a well sharpened blade, a well crafted amulet. Its about how much care and attention you pay whatever you made.

--Indeed,your kind has out-done the makers-- he answered,fixing his mask-- You learnt well. Turn around.

The human meets his firey gaze with the whole milky way in their eyes. Such wonder and joy. This is the first time hes agreed to eat what they made.

--Im so happy you like it!!--They screeched with a grin.

He doesnt answer but he does set the bowl on their lap and grabs one of the snacks,leaving it there in his grasp for them to Grab.

They dont doubt it and lunge for the doughy thing before taking a bite out of it. He sees their eyes fill with light and they have this big grin as they chewed.

Its endearing,he almost chuckles.

--The song you were singing--Death began,looking away as hes a little shy about asking-- What is it about? You humans always weave meaning into everything.

Was that an insult or a compliment? Who really knows when its the reaper saying it.

--Its about a man asking his partner to stay with him and forget the bitterness of the past-- They answered, grabbing the mug thats still a bit too big for them. Makers have yet to grasp human sizes and measurements-- Its called "Quedemonos aqui", Lets Stay Here, and it was made by two men called Homero Expósito and Hector Stamponi.

He grows quiet for a moment. And they continue.

--Its Tango,An Argentine genre of music-- they explained,taking a Long sip of their tea. Nobody made warm Drinks like the reaper-- And this song is a kind of Tango called Tango Lloron, a sad style kind of melancholic and sometimes tragic.

--Why sing such song? I believe you have had your fill of tragedy.

--Its good to just let things out sometimes,the good and the bad. I'd like to stay here until humanity rebuilds itself.

--All alone?

--No. Not alone-- the human meets the rider's gaze that looks uncertain of not....a little scared-- But death's a wandering spirit. So maybe it'll be the makers and me..

Death scoffed-- I dont trust them taking care of you...--their eyes widen as they hear him say their name. The Real, human name.

All they do,is set their head against their Sinewy bicep. Too much attention might make the Pale rider unconfortable, so they contain their excitement.

Hes aware of his slip up and sighs,letting them touch him. Perhaps hes growing blunt, soft. But perhaps those sweet treats and the human's company are compensation enough.

Fury:

Fury had never had a taste for cakes and sweetness. Caramels and fluffy treats were rare in her life.

The human she rescued planned on changing that.

Her human companion decided to make a very specific kind of cake,one they have refined the recipe of for months, And Fury was their body guard so they could Hoard the kitchen in the maker tree.

--So this is called a chocotorta...-- The human told her as they grabbed these chocolate cookies from this bowl with chocolate Milk. The treat seems softer now,a little soggy-- Its originally a treat made with a specific brand of cookies. It took me a few tries but ive managed to make it taste as close as I could.

--Why soak them in milk?

--Helps them be softer. Eat from one of the cookies in that tray-- They point at a metal baking sheet off to the side--Theyre crunchy but the cakes better when its soft.

Fury complies since shes bored and had little to do. Being a horsewoman was like being a deterrent for other humans trying to take up space in the kitchen. Nifty little fun fact.

The cookie tastes like raw chocolate, sweet and earthy. Its good.

--Ah,i see. -- she mused-- Shame this "Brand" doesnt exist anymore. Perhaps you'll replace it in humanity's rebirth.

Her mortal friend laughed-- it would be a little funny--They began to layer the cookies on this square container of metal with a thin paper cover to separate the food from the actual bowl.

Then,they layer this thick,light brown caramel ontop of it and then add more cookies. They do a few layers as they talk-- My cousin gave me the tip for softening up the cookies. But I learnt the recipe from a friend.

--What is that brown thing between the cookies?

--This is dulce the leche,or Milk caramel-- They answered-- Hand made! The best kind. -- they grab a spoon and give the rider a hefty scoop-- Taste it.

--Just like that?

--A lot of people I knew Ate it like that. Its a common occurance.

Fury sighs,wondering why she puts up with these situations. She feels a little silly,Like shes a kid stealing the first bite of the meal Death had cooked. Some old habits just never die.

She eats the caramel,and her eyes widen slightly. The sweetness mixed with the earthy,nut flavor is a bit of a surprise to her. It melts it her mouth and she kind of has to bite on it.

--It would be easier to swallow if I didnt make it that thick. I can make a lighter batch later.

--you humans are so clever-- She said between bites of the chewy caramel-- A maker would be jealous.

--Thats one hell of a compliment.

--A well earnt one-- She insisted-- Where did you learn the recipe?

--A close friend. Best I can put it is a family friend of sorts,the actual relationship is a bit more complicated. She made some Dulce de leche for a birthday cake she wanted to gift me.

Fury nodded-- Humans are the only species that gift eachother food,others would hoard it.

The human shrugged,setting down the caramel as they are done with it. They add the final layer of cookies and Grab the metal container. Its a bit heavy but nothing they couldnt manage.

--Cultures made cooking and making food a way to bond. Even you,keeping me company,is an off shoot of one. --They Gently set the bowl on her hands-- I need it to be cool. Can you use that hollow of yours?

Fury looked amused-- Will I get the credit for helping?

--Always.

She chuckled and reached for the Stasis Hollow. It starts as a prickle in her skin,a biting chill that slowly spreads across her hands to the thing shes holding.

Her hair turns that beautiful blue,Like deep ice. Just as cold and just as gorgeous.

--There. Should be enough-- She handed back the container.

--Cooli-o! Lemme just...-- the mortal uses the baking paper to pull out the cake and set it on a Plate. They cut two squares out of the treat and as they do they sing lowly,mindlessly.

Fury never grows tired of listening to them sing. Shes heard the language of so Many beings,shes always found them boring,but she cares for human speech. And the accent is so particular.

She listens Keenly as the Stasis Hollow is dismissed and that warm magenta returns with her usual body heat.

--Mamichula, por vos me hago bueno, me hago malo

Por vos pierdo, por vos gano, mami, en esa estamo'

Ojalá entendieras que sos la única y primera

Así que vengan lo' que quieran, lo' de afuera son de palo, mai-- this style of singing is odd. Her human companion is making sure to speak the words yet add a rythm to it.

--I havent heard you sing like that before.

A little flustered,they answer--Its not singing,its rapping. Im...okay at it.

--Huh...--the black rider hummed-- And what is that song?

--Solo por vos,Only for you,by this an urban singer called Trueno.

--Urban?

--Technically hip-hop...--The human stops anf sighs with exhaustion-- Tell you later.-- They offer a Plate with a fork-- eat,let me know what you think.

--Are you sure?

--Yeah,yeah,cmon-- they set the Plate in her hands and looks up at her expectantly.

Fury takes a portion out of the cake with the fork and eats it. The flavors of the chocolate and the caramel mix with the mildness of the milk soaked cookies. She humms and says-- Your work has paid off...

--Yay! Im super happy you like it!--They grinned--C'mon! Lets go share. Food always tastes better when you share it.

The horsewoman is dragged along with plates and cutlery,and the humans huddle together to eat the cake. Fury watches contently and eats her piece of the treat,obssessed with the sweet caramel.

In the morning,the rider's human companion would find their whole stash of Dulce De Leche gone and a very guilty looking she-horseman.

War:

You'd expect such a behemoth to have an apetite. But he doesnt really need to eat,hunger is a known feeling but mild and brief.

However,he soon realized he quite liked eating meat.

After beating the Destroyer,his loyal human companion took him back to Ulthane's lair for what they called a Barbaque. His human friend had insisted to make a meal.

War watched confused as they brought a Fire to life under a grid with all the food theyve gotten. --I could have just set Fire to that coal...-- he pointed out.

He sees his human companion turn a little sheepish-- Ah,right. Yeah...--They giggled,face a little red-- You can move the coal if you'd like

Carefully he lumbers over to the grill and he Gently begins to nudge the Burning coal under the grill. -- Why..are you doing this?--He asked.

--My culture likes to throw barbaques for celebrations, and well..this is something worth celebrating!--They gestured at the food with this grandiose flare-- I think you'd like it.

He nodded slowly,and watched them work away at the grill. They told him about how grilling was a more masculine thing,a Man's activity. After the rider pointed out how silly that is,his human friend laughed and agreed.

Its been a while since hes seen them smile and laugh like that. He can give them this moment of joy,as brief as it is.

Plus,already the food smells quite good.

As they get the food out ot the grill,they sing softly. A mindless activity had to be fought with some soft of fun.

--Nada como ir juntos a la par

Y caminos desandar

El honor no lo perdí

Es el héroe que hay en mí

Nada como ir juntos a la par

He understood why angels sang, it was all about praising the creator. But humans sang to tell their stories,to show their legacy and culture- And their voice,the way the words move and sound.

Its the first species hes found that have such thing as accents. And he liked theirs so much.

--What are you singing?--He asked as they sat on this picnic mat. They settle all the food,all the sauces they have made. He sees bell pepper and onion, celery and garlic.

There is so much to taste.

--Its a song from my culture. Its a love song.

--And what does it say?

He sees them think as they translate the words-- "nothing like going hand in hand,and trek the path,I didnt lose my honor, its the warrior that lives in me,nothing Like going hand in hand".

War Hummed pensively. Its a sweet song,he can get behind the lyrics. -- There is a lot of human culture i'm not aware of...its so intricate-- He gestures at the sauces-- what are the name of these...condiments?

The human tells him all about it, the kinds of meat they have,the condiments and the snacks. They've never imagined telling a Horseman Of The Apocalypse what fries were,but here they are.

Everything seems to slowly click,And with each bite of food his eyes widen and fill with joy just a little bit more.

--These condiments burn my mouth...-- He commented,not particularly put off.

--Thats kind of the idea.

--I..Like it..--His heart flutters as they grin.

--Oh! Thats great to hear!--they exclaimed-- Barbaques Like these,we call them Asados, were a way of celebrating! You'd invite Friends and family,it could also be an excuse to just get together.

He nodded-- No other species is so...tight knit.

--Youre part of the culture now!

--What?

Hes taken aback,genuienly. He can only watch them and forget about the chirping birds or the rushing water. The smell of dying smoke or the smell of wet sand.

The only thing in his mind is his human companion,who grabs something from their pocket and pin it to his cowl.

Its a pin of some sort with blue,white and yellow lace. His head tilts adorably and he feels quite confused. Its a flag of some kind,hes aware of that at least.

--Its the flag of Argentina. I made it myself.--The human explained-- Youre an honorary Argentine!

--I...dont even know your language.

They laughed and prodded his Plate closer-- Well I can teach you some now,you have nowhere else to be.

He smiled just a little,Like sun breaking through the clouds of a gloomy day andHis voice Carrying that hopeful warmth that came with peeking sunlight. --No,i do not..

Strife:

He was down to try anything and everything at least once. It guaranteed Him great and horrible experiences, self discovery and a shit ton of funny stories to tell.

As the spirit of eternal unrest,he wasnt lacking on the energy department.

But he does get bored.

A lot.

So he waits by the shadow of a tree,Death would reach him by the end of the afternoon and they'd leave their human companion with the makers for good measure.

Speaking of...

--Well you look awfully sad-- The human said,their hair a little bit of a mess and their eyes groggy. They Carry with them this maker-made thermos,a bag slung over their shoulder and some sort of gourd with a metal straw.

--You can thank my brother for that--He grumbled as his friend sat with him on the cool shade.

--Walking corpse, "Rattle me bones" one?

--That one.

The human chuckled,happy Strife indulges in their human culture and internet humor. They take a long,if not a little loud, slurp of the warm drink.

It catches the horseman's attention and turns to them. Hes seen them drink whatever that was before,he just never got around to ask.

--What are you drinking?

They got that beautiful little glint in their eyes,excitement and joy. -- Mate.

Yeah,the name didnt make things any clearer.

--Okay,and whats that?

--Right,right-- they pour water into the gourd they were holding. He sees these tightly packed herbs of light,yellowish grin. -- Its an Argentine drink,you can share it with Friends but only one person brews the drink. Try it.

He looks hesitant as he holds the gourd,its a bit small in his gloved hands. He looks and sounds like hes catching up with the world.

--You...want to share a straw with me? Saliva and all?

--you just drink out of it. Ive shared it with strangers just how different could it be? --They shrugged,fixing their hair as the summery breeze dances tentively across their skin.

--Well im no human.

--Except for that one time-

--That one time,yeah-- He agreed--It wont put you off? You can wipe it off-

--Strife please-- the human chided with an exhasperated look on their face.

--Okay,okay.-- he relented, his hand Is about to touch the metal straw and his friend lunges at him to stop him-- WOAH! Dont do that!

--Dont touch it!--They screeched-- It messes with the filtering of the water! Only the brewer can move it.

He sighed and nodded-- odd rules but I guess that makes sense...

--You have no grounds to call my culture odd, Mr.Horseman of the apocalypse!

Strife chuckled and nodded--Okay,fine,fair.-- He lifts his helmet a little and he drinks from the straw. He feels the warmth of the metal against his lips,and the taste of the drink rushes in.

Its strongly bitter,hits harder than a kick from Ruin. Deeply earthy,but a quite unpleseant as it settles on his tongue like heavy lead.

He spits it out and he soon finds his friend laughing a hyena's howl. --What kind of hellish drink is that!

--Give it here,ill add sugar you whimp-- They Grab the gourd and from their bag they Grab a pouch of sugar. They make a little hole around the straw and set the sugary powder there.

--Whimp?! -- He screeched,the taste lingering horribly-- Youre sick for drinking that fuckin' thing! S'too bitter!

--The horsemen of the apocalypse cant handle bitterness! Who knew.?--The human joked as the water got poured back into the gourd.

--You tell anyone about this and ill actually kill you.

--All bark, no bite-- They hand the gourd back to him-- Drink up.

Hesitantly,he tries again and this time its pleaseant. The sweetness tempers the bitter and he can taste the fresh,earthy flavor better. And the warmth of the water is a nice comfort in his exhasperation.

--See? This is way better,-- he handed back the round container.

--Mhm,mhm,whimp-- They kept teasing as he rolled his eyes fondly.

For the Next few hours,His human tells him about all the little habits and details this drink has. How in summer some would drink it with juice,or how it was common to see people from their culture Carry it everywhere.

Its a deeply social drink,Friends would sit around and catch up while sharing it. Or you could also make Friends with people by offering a Mate.

He always loved how humans were there for eachother, how they cared and Bonded with so Many little things.

The caffeine within the drink was also a nice plus.

As he enjoys his turn of drinking,he breathes in the fresh air and sees the greenery field move with the breeze. The skies are clear blue,and the sun shining bright.

Its peaceful,he so rarely gets to experience this softness. Soon though he hears another sound join the gentle choir of birds,a foreign language he doesnt know and that accent he recognized.

He doesnt turn to face his friend as they sing,but he does listen in quiet contemplation.

--Dice que soy lo mejor de su vida

Que quiere perderse conmigo to' el día

Que por mí apunta, tira y tira

Que ya no le importa cometer un delito por su niña -- the rythm is slow, but theres something about the way they sing the lyrics. This strong presence that goes well with the chill little rythm.

--Y aunque no caigas en la de nadie

Con una mirada puede enamorarte o es parte de su arte

Tiene juego prepara'o para loca dejarte

Sa-auh-ah, uh-uh-uh, uh, uh aunque parezca un ángel es, es, es, e'

He drinks from the straw and passes it over,crossing His arms over his chest.

--Nice song-- He says-- Whats the name?

--Wapo Traketero by Nicky Nicole-- They answered-- best I can translate the title is like...in very,very loose terms, is "Hot criminal"

--Hmm,sounds Like slang.

--It is.

Just as hes about to ask what the song talked about,Death began to approach. Despair's hooves click against the soil leaving a temporary path of dying Grass.

Strife sighs and stands up-- Duty calls, doll.

--Yeah,figures-- he helps them up and though they cant see it, they can hear the smile in his voice.

--Thank you for the drink,and the serenade, but I gotta go. Ill try t'bring ya somethin'

--Ohhh cool. Like a skull?

--Biggest one I can find. I promise-- he makes an X over his heart and they giggle. Thats his favorite sound.

He whistles and soon Mayehem emerges from the ether just as Death catches up with the pair. --The makers are not far behind they'll look after them.

Strife nodded and tipped his fake hat before leaving with his brother.

The human grins and picks up their stuff. They walk to Karn and Thane that wait patiently for them. And as they walk away,Karn looks at the drink and a little worried he asks.

--Doesnt that have caffeine,Lad?

--Uh,yeah?--They answered confused.--Why?

--Did ya share it with Strife?--Thane added.

--Yeah...?

The wizened maker warrior pursed his lips,scratching his brown colored beard-- Ya should thank the creator youre not Death right now.

It clicks then for the human,and their eyes widen like plates-- Oh,hes going to kill me.

Death hasnt dealt with this level of hyperactivity since Strife was a fledgeling nephilim. He sees his brother bounce around like a ball in a pinball machine,laughing maniacally as his guns ring the sound of a life's end.

Hes barely able to Keep up,And he wonders who gave him so much caffeine to begin with.

When he realizes who it was,he Will kill them. But for that he needs to make sure his dumbass brother doesnt kill them both first.

And thats going to take a while.

Lyrics Translation:

Death:

Tal vez//de tanto usar el gris//te ciegues con el sol...//¡pero eso tiene fin!//¡Después verás todo el color,//amor, quedémonos aquí!//¡Amor, asómate a la flor//y entiende la verdad que llaman corazón!//¡Deja el pasado acobardado en el fangal//que aquí podemos comenzar!" "Maybe//after using so much grey//You may turn blind at the sun//But that has an end!//After all you'll see the color//Love,lets stay here//Love,peek to see the flowers//And understand the truth about what they call a heart//Leave the past hiding in the marsh//Here we can begin" - Quedemonos aquí by Homero Expósito and Hector Stamponi.

Fury:

"Mamichula, por vos me hago bueno, me hago malo//Por vos pierdo, por vos gano, mami, en esa estamo'//Ojalá entendieras que sos la única y primera//Así que vengan lo' que quieran, lo' de afuera son de palo, mai"

"Lil mamma for you I turn good,I turn bad//For you i lose,for you I win,mami thats where we're at//I hope you could understand youre the first and only//So whoever may come,the outsiders dont matter" -Solo por vos,by Trueno.

Strife:

"Dice que soy lo mejor de su vida//Que quiere perderse conmigo to' el día//Que por mí apunta, tira y tira//Que ya no le importa cometer un delito por su niña.

Y aunque no caigas en la de nadie//Con una mirada puede enamorarte o es parte de su arte//Tiene juego prepara'o para loca dejarte//Sa-auh-ah, uh-uh-uh, uh, uh aunque parezca un ángel es, es, es, e'"

"He says I'm the best thing in his life//That he wants to waste away his day with me//That for me he aims,shoots and shoots//That he doesn't care anymore about commiting crimes for his girl//And even if you don't fall for anyone's game//With one look he can make you fall in love,its part of his art//He has his game ready to leave you crazy// Even if he looks like an angel, he is,is,is"- Wapo Traketero by nickly nicole.

War:

"Nada como ir juntos a la par//Y caminos desandar//El honor no lo perdí//Es el héroe que hay en mí//Nada como ir juntos a la par" "Nothing like going together hand in hand//And trek the path//I didnt lose my honor//Its the hero that lives in me//Nothing like going together hand in hand"- Juntos a la par by Pappo

[bahfreak]

Serena from Pokémon fictive ? Go as wild as you want ( but not too too much on the typing quirk ) but the only transids I want you to add are transfennekin or just transpokémon , multiself , transadored , permapretty and transage ! And the pronouns can be any but please include she / her and xey / xem . Thank you : )

here yu go !!!

room 038 ,, SERENA . . .

names : serena / セレナ , sierra , eve

pronouns : she / her , they / them , xey / xem , it / its , fleu / fleur , flor / flora , lu / lush , fai / fairy , kit / kits , sun / suns , sol / sols , py / pyro , fie / fire , fla / flame , sear / sears , spark / sparks , ember / embers , infer / inferno , blaze / blazes , gold / golds , silv / silver

terms : feminine or neutral

genders : lady , fleuric , floral - fluid , pyrogender , firegender , flamegender , firessen , fennecgender , exemgender

orientation : sapphic , pokésexual , objectum

paraphilias : 🐾 , ⚙️🐾 , 💥 , 🔥 ( meanings )

species : trans - fox pokémon

cis - ids : autistic , skillful ( cooking , performing , quadrobics ) , alter - human

tris - ids : multilingual ( cis - english , trans - dutch , trans - russian , trans - japanese )

trans - ids : pokémon ( fennekin ) , multiself , adored , perma - pretty , age ( pokéage )

roles : non - human , skillsmith ( performing )

source : serena from pokémon

typing quirk : “ 🔥 ; “ or “ 🌼 ; “ infront of every message or line ( example : “ 🔥 ; hi guys ! “ or “ 🌼 ; hi guys ! “ )

[ivanttakethis]

Tov Cassio - Modern AU

- Tov was adopted by Cassio when she was about 2 years old.

- She still has her heart issues and is chronically ill. Luckily, Cassio had the means to get her better care.

- Cassio is a famous runway model turned high fashion designer with a fashion house called Cassiopeia.

- Also similar to canon, Cassio initially adopted Tov as an “accessory” (think like some famous celebrities), and then quickly figured out that raising a child — especially one with health concerns — is hard. They don’t want more kids after her, which is perfectly fine with Tov.

- Tov’s last name is Cassio, and Cassio dropped their first name when they became a well-known model. Tov actually doesn’t know what Cassio’s first name is/was.

- Tov and Cassio have a better relationship in this AU than in canon, but it’s far from perfect. Sometimes Tov feels like she has to parent Cassio instead of the other way around.

- Like her guardian before her, Tov is a fashion model.

- As soon as Tov was old enough to walk and listen to directions, she started modeling and walking in fashion shows with Cassio.

- Known in the industry for her “resting bitch face”, but it’s considered a positive attribute for walking runways.

Rando: “I thought models were supposed to smile.”

Tov, completely deadpan: “Not the ones at my level.”

- She doesn’t tell people what she does for work. Not because she wants to keep it a secret, but she just doesn’t volunteer information about her life if you don’t ask her directly.

- Most of her classmates don’t know Tov models until a billboard with her face on it pops up downtown. People promptly lose their minds.

- Talks about going to places like Milan, Paris, and Tokyo the same way she talks about the weather.

- Usually dressed in “quiet luxury”. She incorporates her beloved star motif however she can; earrings, necklaces, rings, all real gold and silver.

- Cassio got Tov’s ears pierced when she was a toddler. She was pretty chill for the procedure.

- Rarely if ever wears flat shoes. She loves platform boots and wedges.

- Big fan of fantasy novels; put off by the whole genre of sci-fi (ironic).

- Owns several expensive telescopes to view the night sky and the stars. Don’t ask her to hang out on a meteor shower night. She will not come.

- Tov is very independent and self-sufficient. She knows how to cook, do laundry, and other household chores.

- Doesn’t have a driver’s license.

- She’s a homebody. If she needs to go somewhere, she gets one of her friends to take her.

- The type of person to leave a party when they get bored, but also won’t tell anyone that they’re leaving.

- Cats are drawn to her. She does not know why. May become a victim of the cat distribution system.

- Friends: Himei, Tallis, Nyx, Moran, Dian, Solei, Aurien, and Flor

- Acquaintances/Friends of Friends: Lang, Castor, Stasya, Kyo, and Cirrus

- One-Sided Fondness: Azure

- Don’t Like Her Vibe But I Understand Her: Daiki

[justrainandcoffee]

Lobbing the same question your way, Flor! What are modern Alfie and Rose's traditions that they do for Hannukah? Did either of them get dragged along into Christmas celebrations when they were dating Tommy and James?

I have a fluffy Christmas fic between James and Rosie and a moodboard to be posted for Alfie and Tommy, so I'm going with Rose and Alfie celebrating Hanukkah the first time together!

First, it was fucking special because no one of them had a Jewish partner before. So spending a religious week just with their love it was indeed beautiful.

Before that, they spent Hanukkah with relatives or with their community/friends.

So, that December 2020 was unforgettable. Not counting the time in the synagogue (-they went, despite the restrictions because Covid-) Alfie was in charge of preparing the dinners and Rose the decorations. I headcanon that Alfie is indeed very respectful of the Jewish traditions no matter what the show show us, so even if they are both alone they took it seriously, not to mention Rose that loves Hanukkah above everything.

Oohh... The food 🫠. If Alfie cooks very well, during Hanukkah he reaches a new level 😌. I don't know if they have energy to do something else after eating but to cuddle and rest. And that year wasn't the exception.

It was the final realisation of...yes, I want to do thsi with you the rest of my life (and they did it)

In the years that followed, once Rose's family returned to London , Mary and Rose's brothers joined them. Eventually Allie did it (and dragged her real mother with her 🤭) and finally Jo.

Thanks for sending this, Lily!!

[sotogalmo]

9:56

I have three poems done, so ig I'll share them !! (under cut, but first poem is called KitchenAid the second one is called Crack The Egg and the third one is called Bug)

Lots of food/cooking and more metaphors and such, even a bit of cannibalism (dunno if it cannibalism with aliens, but cannibalism with humans yeah- Rosca becomes a more prominent figure in Flor's writing later on, so ywah) So yeah. Beware of that,, if you don't like it.

Themes again: freedom, devotion, childishness, animals, me vs “me”, etc.

first poem— KitchenAid

Cooking pot. <- I've seen it a lot

It's nothing new; like me being here (always).

Here, with new things to do,

To be with.

I'm not alone, but I'm silent. Even if I continue to open my mouth (I think)

All around me is steam, feel of the heat, and sounds of (huh?)

Bubbling hot water.

↑

Always. Always the same way.

Not same tone. But same way.

But it's nice that the label says “Try”.

second poem— Crack The Egg

“Try me”, they screech -> I did do that. I don't know why they want more; and already in the belly of the beast.

The heat is bigger here. But I don't pay attention to that <- playing the fool until the end.

1, 2, 3. The stomach is just the same as the cooking pot. But I'm in it now.

3, 2, 1.

Drop the ceremonial fire off.

third poem— Bug

Tragedy, but I just don't care; day after day (day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day,)

Trees with apricots. Tree? It's not ordinary.

Pink. Flowers on it. Cherry blossom tree?

Like a willow tree, but not really. It's too pink, too bright.

Not fitting the gloom of the Willow.

(day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day, day after day,)

[weirdestbooks]

Camping is Deadly (Wattpad | Ao3)

Requested by LikeAPro42

In hindsight, accepting an invitation from Florida to go on a camping trip wasn’t the best idea. But Mississippi was bored, and a break from her government had sounded wonderful. Now, she was wondering if it was too late to escape.

“¿Por qué hizo empezar un fuego, Puerto Rico?” (Why did you start a fire Puerto Rico?) Florida yelled as he began stamping out the flames slowly spreading towards the tents.

“Yo pensé muy divertido.” (I thought it was very funny) Puerto Rico snapped back sarcastically, looking like he wanted to beat Florida over the head with his wooden spoon, his ears pulled back against his wooly hair, his teeth bared. Of course, that wasn’t as intimidating as Puerto Rico probably wanted it to be, considering he wasn’t lucky enough to get fangs.

It was, however, very adorable.

“I’m surprised it took us this long to get to arson,” Georgia commented, watching the scene with amusement.

“It’s not arson if it’s an accident!” Puerto Rico yelled back.

“But wasss it an asssident?” Alabama asked.

“Cállate, snake boy.” Puerto Rico snapped, throwing the spoon at Alabama. Alabama ducked, but Louisana caught the spoon. 

“Now, frær, if you had broken one of my good spoons, I would have kicked your ass. You decided to have me make soupé, and I will ban you from eating my food till you get me a new one.” Louisiana said.

“No, lo siento, Ana. Por favor, don’t make me eat Rida’s cooking.” Puerto Rico begged, getting on his knees.

“Rude! I never sent you to the hospital!” Florida said, knocking his elbow into Puerto Rico’s head.

“Yeah, 'cause I don’t go to hospitals anymore, bruto.” Puerto Rico argued, “Not since that hijo de puta Rhoads.”

“That’s gonna get ya killed one day, piti,” Louisiana commented as Puerto Rico stood up, repeatedly jabbing his elbow toward Florida. Upon hearing Louisiana’s comment, his face seemed to fall slightly.

“Hasn’t gotten me killed yet.” Puerto Rico muttered quietly, crossing his arms. Georgia went to stand beside him, bumping their shoulders together as a sign of comfort. Puerto Rico shot her a small smile.

“Ah, the mindset of a true American.” Mississippi commented, trying to break the tension, causing Puerto Rico to flip her off, “Oh come on, that was a compliment!”

“Can I get unadopted now? I’ll go be a recluse on my island and kidnap a bunch of people’s kids like Wai.” Puerto Rico sighed. Florida snorted.

“Lo siento, hermanito. You’re stuck with us until the end times.” Florida said, throwing an arm around Puerto Rico.

“Sweet, I’ll be free next week.” Puerto Rico said, causing Louisana to point her spoon at him.

“Piti, get that attitude out of my kitchen.” They threatened, causing amused laughter to ripple through the group.

“Lou, it’s bumfuck nowhere, Florida,” Alabama said, “Lassst time we were here, we all had to go to the hossspital after Rida made us food. Assside from Richard, who doesssn’t want to care about hisss health.”

“Rida gave you poisonous berries. I am making food, and you will respect me.” Louisiana said, ignoring Puerto Rico’s complaints that he did get medical attention. 

“They weren’t poisonous. Y’all are just cowards,” Florida argued, prompting Georgia to elbow him sharply in the ribs.

“Why did I let Florida talk me into this again?” Mississippi murmured.

“I don’t know why you did, but Rida bribed me with Louis’ cooking.” Puerto Rico said, gaining nods of agreement from everyone aside from Louisiana.

“High praise from my siblings, but also, ouch, Flor, am I just a bargaining chip to you?” Louisiana asked, hand over their heart.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Florida answered, no emotion in his voice,

“There’s a joke to be had about our biological father there.” Puerto Rico said.

“Quiet, or you’re going in the swamp.”

“Oh no, the swamp, so scary. I’m gonna see snakes and bugs!” Puerto Rico snarked back.

“Well, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll see Shrek,” Mississippi said, crossing her arms.

“Please, Shrek has standards. Why would he be in Florida?” Puerto Rico asked.

“¡Me cansé! El tiempo de pantano.” (That’s it! Swamp time.) Florida said, rushing at Puerto Rico, who dodged, blew a raspberry at Florida, then vanished, “¡Hijo de puta!” 

“Well, at leassst there were no casssualtiesss thisss time.” 

[peakypolly]

Hello! First, happy belated birthday!! Hope you had a beautiful day!! Then, congrats on your milestone!! ❤️

I decided to participate and send you this:

🍹- "It was all in my head" - Send me a character and I'll give you a headcannon about them.

With Alfie, please! Because I love him 😅❤️. Thanks in advance! 😘

Hello Flor darling! Thank you so much for your kind words and for requesting! ☺️❤️

I hope you enjoy these random headcanons i’ve come up with for our lovely Alfie!

Tagged: @shelbydelrey If you want to send an ask to be added to the list!

Random Alfie Solomons Headcanons:

Alfie is a foodie! He will take any opportunity to go out to a nice restaurant and have a good meal

I also see him cooking a lot- he likes to find new recipes and try them out while also sticking to recipes that have been in his family for years! Sometimes he’ll tweak them a little just to see if he can make it his own.

When he does try out new recipes he will always ask the person he trusts the most (you) to taste test it for him! He trusts you to be honest with him and genuinely wants to know what he can do better for next time.

If you love it he gets all excited and giddy, he’ll make it for you whenever you ask- for Alfie, food is the way to his heart!

Modern! Alfie would have a Pinterest board with a bunch of random recipes he would love to make one day (it has well over 300 pins)

Alfie would be interested in Philosophy- I see him contemplating the meaning of life at least once a day! He also believes the best questions are the ones without a true answer.

He can go on for hours honestly and likes to see what others think- but if he sees no logic in their thinking he will go out of his way to make whoever said it feel dumb.

Unless he has a soft spot for them- then he will try to press them to explain further. Particularly on why they think that way- he finds it interesting.

Alfie is a collector- he has an eye for antiques and other nicknacks and after he acquires them he displays them like trophies

His shelves are full of random artifacts he’s collected throughout the years

The more expensive things he has locked up safe- family heirlooms, jewels, historical artifacts he won’t show these to anyone unless he trusts you fully

Modern! Alfie would love romcoms

He would never admit it though

The first time you ask him to watch one with you he would be like:

“Oi! Turn this shit off”

But then once he gets into it he’ll start making little comments about the couple in the movie- like at the climax when the couple gets into an argument or before they realize they love each other

“She’s in love with you, you bloody idiot! I tell you what, yeah? If i were there i’d punch him right in his face until he wakes the hell up!”

He would absolutely cry at the end but he’d excuse himself the bathroom to do it- no way would he be seen crying over a movie.

Alfie loves animals! We know Cyril, but if Alfie saw an animal abandoned out on the street, he’d leave some food for them.

If the animal kept showing up he would have to talk himself out of simply just picking it up and bringing it home.

He would eventually but has to stop after a point because his house is turning into a zoo, he would never leave an animal to suffer however- he would find them a good home if he couldn’t bring them in himself.

[parfaitfever]

headcanons for ssomega characters i have!!!!!!!!!

this will be mostly justt how i see the characters and sexuality hcs here and there and just lil ramble for each characters!!!!!!!!

Pegasus koga

hes a clueless little guy in s1 maybe the little brother for everyone

after training shaina would probably let him play pokemon on his gba

he would accidentally see yuna bleeding on the ass and asked what happened not knowing anything (neither does his other 3 friends)

ate dirt ONCE shaina n tatsumi scolded him and he never do it again

after ep18 he never ever wants to touch spicy food ever again

i mentioned this and i'll mention it again, i lovee aroace koga cus whn it comes to love the first think he thinks was family love and says it something like "i love you as much i love saori!"

Lionet soma

like hyoga did in the classic, would somehow be able to drive cars and we never knew wether he had a license or not

im still wondering who the hell are those bitches in ep18??????? are those girlies his BITHCES??? SOMA PULLED THEM??? IS THIS REAL???

i think he'd flirt w someone and just failed miserably

besties w yuna since he arrived in palaestra (ep69) and gave her a childhood nickname and grew further from her a little when he starts to open up to more people and probs only got closer again cus of koga and the saori situation

he is anything but straight (hes pan)

his birthday is 23th of july (younger me said so)

Aquila yuna

been a favorite since young literally my role model when im 7 yiu dont undrstand shes just such a girlboss 4 me my cringeass tomboy asskicker phase back in grade 4 was her influence

for me, even though she kinda became the mother of the group and just hates on everyone, she actually super cared for thm liek koga or soma but shes just scared to get attached to them and it ended up something like her family or pavlin or aria ... so shes just scared she'll get attached to people > lose them at some point so she also tries to kinda distant them to try and not get attach this is also probably why in ep54 her cloth wasnt able to change for the first time bcus she fear if she goes back in to fight she'd lose someone dear to her again (i guess .... im not sure if this is right im js rambling lols)

also notice how riene (yunas childhood friend in ep25) looks a bit like raki and I CANT EXPLAIN HOWMUCH I LOVE EXPLAINING HER YOU GET WHAT I MEAN DO YOU?!??@!? (im just projecting probably, plz help) YOU KNW WHAT I EAMN WHEN I SAY EP25 OKAY LIKE SHE DOESNF EVEN CARE THAT WAS AN ILLUSION SHE'LL SAVE IT TO SEE THE PEOPLE SHE CARES FOR AGAIN YOU KNW WHAT I MEAN

imagine her in her bday not doing anything after she goes out for a meal so when she casually goes back home the maincast gave her a bday surprise :3 (projectig

i did a little redesign of her but its just adding ribbons and glasses bcus i do

arne would introduce her to precure and she discovered who cure moonlight is and now its her fave cuz she looks liek pavlin :3

did i mention how much of a girlboss she is she just onehitko a gold saint (cancer schiller)

bicon ... #1

Dragon ryuho

i used to think hes good at everything BUT cooking

i think he does most of the house chores while shunrei takes care of shiryu like dish washing, sweeping the house very diligent lil boy :3

he loves talkking about his dads adventures or just his family in general uaghegdha *sobs on the flor* he loves his family somuc aughe *chokes

haruto once asked why ryuho never showed up in his concerts and ryuho sweats so much n claims that "he doesnt have enough money to buy the ticker but that doesnt mean he didnt want to support hes just" and harutoo cuts him off and gave him a free ticket

would have like a collection of antique dishes or teacups (its a gift from dohko i guess?? this is a random thought) and he once like broke one and mourns it in his room for 3 days

i used to think he suck at cooking in someway or another unless hes supervised or following a certain recipe (i MENTIONED ths but i didnt notice oh well)

he plays with harutos hair end of story

as a kid i use to htink hes a girl until i heard his voice

gay. end of story

Wolf haruto

i probably still think hes stuck in the school jail for 6 months

episode 22

look listen i feel like i shipped him w an mlp character but i forget whether it was rainbowdash or applejack

FAKE GLASSES FAKE GLASSES HE BOUGHT THOSE GLASSES OUT OF INTEREST IYS FAKE GSUY

he learns those corny jokes froms soma (he fell for ut smh)

allergic to peanuts but he learned it the hard way. so like he got some food with peanuts in it and went to the palaestra infirmary for 2 weeks and when its eps22 harutos dad told ryuho hes allergic to peanuts but never got to tell him and then when ryuho told haruto about it hes liek ... "ah yeah right, thanks but i learned about it long time ago when i ate tofu and stayed in the infirmary for almost a month. "

he likes instant noodles

dyed his hair ends with black/red just bcuz (i kinda drew him like this sometimes hewlo)

Orion eden

hes like the silly dumb like koga but more ... quiet i guess??? like, someone would crack a dad joke to him like what do you call a fish with no eye? fsh. and hes like "i never knew thats how you call eyeless fishes" and took literally without him knowing

very very polite but if something just irritates/annoys him he wont hesitate to ZAP

looks at my old book ... *sighs* stso x mlp ships ... eden was one of the victims

i still dont completely understand why his hair turned grey i mean i dont mind the design doesnt rly affect much buut how I CANT REMEMBER was it cuz of aria or soemthig

foudn this in my school stso hcs notes, he secretly sneaks to arias room and plays piano for her but got caught by sonia and now hes forbidden to even touch the door w/o perms

bi :3

hes seatmates with haruto and so he needs to deal with haruto trying out his jokes he learned from soma and took most of them literally

soma fooled him with the "if you eat the watermelon seeds it'll grow in your stomach"

i keep crying whenever theres aria and eden scene and iys just very sad i just paused the video and cry first

aria

favorite food bread

i cant believe i never drawed her as a kid 3:

MY INNOCENT LITTLE AJHDDFSAHFSDKJH SOBS PKEAS

saoris daughter...

look look look i have a buncha hcs for her but i literally cant remember

twins with koga...... fight mw right now

yuna actually tries to teach her how to cook basic recipes and they also sometimes cook together but aria doesnt rly understand and ended up messing stuff up and eventually yuna gives up n aria would ended up apologizing a lotta times ... but yuna said "its ok!!! ure aria i wont do anything"

she passed those jfashion shops and stared at the store for 15mins

she actually has struggles with talking to people so every so often eden or koga did the talking for her

only thing she can bake is simple bread with yuna

she wouuld like clean n neat stuff so she often broom the house here and there and somehow made koga actually wants to clean

the flower decos all around their house is white, blue or lilly of the valley bcus its her

equuleus subaru

ash ketchum

[sweetpeaches666]

Welcome back! It's been awhile good to see your ok and that you answered our questions

From what you said before actually Flor has a garden so it's like a farm. When Ben gets to visit Methanos Ben saw Flor in his farm or garden tending to some herbal plants, fruits, vagetables and whatnot and Ben gets to meet the many animals in the farm it's just mostly the ants.

Flor has two gardens one where it's the most poisonous and dangerous plants and the other is the safe ones he likes to display.. Flor lived far from the Methonasian tribe yet not as far he had a very large cabin house that is almost like a garden everywhere Ben sees is like it's a magical fairy house and the good part about it is that the animals there get to go in and out of the house because Flor let's them so Ben sees a lot of cool creatures.

Other than Flor being a gardener he makes miny glass sculptures by heating up sand, doing embroidery and even making Ben a very beautiful jacket with designs of flowers and the faces of every alien species for him as a hoodie because he sells this and gets money from other galaxies. he has poisonous plants and herbs there because he uses them and sometimes eats them. Ben would probably freak out until Flor told and reassured Ben that Methonasians are immune to poisons but Ben would probably freak out he may just not like Flor because he just met him but he doesn't want to see his dad dead Infront of him.

Had a dream last night that Ben would not be bored here since there is a lot of things happening and Flor would even let Ben help him do beautiful glass sculptures and cook and other stuff but the best bonding for Flor and Ben is that they can watch all the animals just right Infront of them with nothing needed. Flor has a tent up high in the trees with Flor sitting down and letting Bet sit on his lap they would get cozy and watch as the many animals large and small come near and even sniff and lick there faces and hands because Flor makes sure that there spot isn't bothering the creatures since they are still wild but Ben gets to see a lot of cool animals and even saw a big plump hummingbird snoring Ben was so mesmerized and in awe Flor had to cover abens mouth because of how much he's squeeling in cuteness.

Overall I think Flor and Ben would do good with there bonding and love of animals.. he isn't as good or as bad as the other parents he's simply in the middle yet he makes sure Ben gets to learn many stuff and gets to enjoy his time in Methanos.

Sorry, I haven't posted anything. I've mostly been lazy these months.

But yeah. It sounds super cute that Flor is showing Ben his farms. It kind of symbolizes Flor's two sides. On one hand, Flor can be dangerous and is willing to kill. But on the other hand, he has a soft side towards his son and other kids.

Ben would be excited to see the animals of Methanos and would love every moment of it.

I do enjoy a lot of Ben's other fathers struggling with parenting since they all can't be Carl. But that's okay. Every father has his own way of being a parent.

[squishlamb]

hi i made a huntlow playlist!! 💚💛 i might be updating this from time to time

genres: pop, indie pop, kpop

i am very insane about them & spent SO LONG curating this playlist. so here's my long ass breakdown of the songs cuz huge brainrot:

PART 1: the lone wolf (oh wait, feelings?)

MARINA – Oh No!

"Don't do love, don't do friends; I'm only after success. Don't need a relationship; I'll never soften my grip."

Hunter at the start of it all, the Golden Guard™️ who's knows what he wants: making a change for the better aka recruiting kids for the emperor's coven!

but ACTUALLY, he's slipping. sorta losing it and he kinda knows it: "If I fail, I'll fall apart... cause I feel like I'm the worst so I always act like I'm the best."

flor – heart

any sport in a storm!!!!

our boy makes friends! he learns teamwork and sportsmanship! he really does have heart and is letting his heart hold true <3 such a feel good song

"Don't wanna waste love, don't wanna hurt you" yeah that's about captain willow

ALSO the mention of wolves, OF COURSE: "And for so long, I've lived my life listening to the wolves looking for scraps to tear from me 'til I lose control. Can't take my heart no matter how your teeth sink and pull. Won't lose my heart"

Wallows – Scrawny

"Hate feeling like I'm not in control... I've been sleeping with the light on. I tend to freak myself out."

here we have the skrunkly going THROUGH it. like, about everything in life. he is so conflicted

"Will you come a little closer now and see that I'm a scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle?" yea he had a cool hairstyle fr

i also take this as he wanted to be closer w/ Willow + the other kids but he had to keep up that confident/independent golden guard front as a defense mechanism yk? And he rly believed he was nothing more than a Scrawny Mf With A Cool Hairstyle

twenty one pilots – Tear in My Heart

the 안녕하세요 (hello) at the beginning aww lol

"Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul."

hunter questioning his grimwalker origins but at the same time his new hexside friends ARE his real living friends. his feelings and new friendships are proof that he's alive, and it's all thanks to Willow so he is especially drawn to her

leo. – despair

my guy realizing he feels Particularly different w/ Willow lmao. REAL different. confusing feelings. what's a hug??? affection???? wh??A???

"It's not romantic, I swear. It might be closer to despair." real

joan – nervous

really just another cute pining song i wanted to add in lol. but also it's Hunter becoming more aware of his feelings. not really denying it anymore; he KNOWS he gets nervous around Willow

“It’s not like me to bite my tongue and hold back” Hunter is well-spoken af BUT NOT ANYMORE LOL

The Happy Fits – So Alright, Cool, Whatever

"After you leave, I'll be so alright, it's true. It's not like I've got something grand to say to you."

Hunter's sloww acceptance of his feelings. he WANTS TO BE W WILLOW! YASSS

But also "I've got an effervescent glow if you'd show me all the dark parts of your mind." foreshadowing to FTF of course >:3

Will Joseph Cook ft. chloe moriondo – Be Around Me

ok finally we have some Hunter AND Willow POV. this song's like after they've been texting A LOT and they're so used to regularly talking with each other <3

also the iconic "OMG did you call me baby?" part is so huntlow, especially the "Cool" followed by the nervous chuckle omg. That’s what I call loser boy pining and girlboss flirting. But it's nothing too serious... YET.

The Cars – Just What I Needed

gotta put some 80s in here. I'm thinking this is them spending more casual time together in the human realm!

"I don't mind you hangin' out and talkin' in your sleep." After seeing Willow sleep in TTH, I hc that she sleeptalks lol

Blossoms – Oh No (I Think I'm In Love)

Wrapping up this first part of the playlist aka Hunter’s (generally) one-sided crush. Started with an Oh No and ending with another kind of Oh No.

"You and me, we're different as people... You've got blue skies in your head." Hunter def put Willow on a pedestal and saw her as this huge inspirational sunshine

"Home is where I'll be when you're standing beside me." Hunter finally feels at home with someone else--Willow!! (+ living with the rest of the hexsquad ofc)

PART 2: smitten

Troye Sivan, Jay Som – Trouble

it's giving a simultaneous hunter and willow POV. though i also take it as willow slowly falling for him :3

"Accidental lover, what'd you do with all my common sense? You came in undercover..." (any sport in a storm moment!!!!)

"I'm tired of livin' like I'm dyin' but now I can't find the silver linin' like before" Hunter fr

"I'm not one to need saving, but I guess I'll give it a try" Both of them fr

Jayme Dee – Tip Toes

Oh my god this song was in all the edits in 2014 or whatever lol

WILLOW POV! WILLOW POV!

“Boy, you came like a hurricane, knocked me down like a tidal wave. Didn’t see you comin’ so quick; look at you boy movin’ so slick” Literally Willow’s first impression of Hunter was this kid ZOOOOOMING

Mentions flying a lot = flyer derby duhhhh

Also tip toes cuz yeah HEIGHT DIFFERENCE slay

Carly Rae Jepsen – Sweetie

"I ran into you like a crash of thunder." Willow POV. anything thunder/lightning/electricity means Hunter and this is true

"You're not as lonely as you think you are... Anything you want boy, I can make it happen. We could fall in love and I could be your sweetie." Willow being the absolute girlboss she is while also reassuring Hunter

SEVENTEEN – Adore U (Eng trans)

First kpop song let’s go. One of the cutest songs to ever exist LIKE??? "So what I mean is, I want to know all of you" / "I adore you, enough to get dizzy, adore you!"

“You’re so pretty it’s selfish but your personality is so humble” Hunter @ Willow

“You can lean right here. You can cover your pain with me. Tell me your feelings.” BOTH

“Baby, you are my angel” First song that mentions angels, which is a big theme moving forward in the playlist! since they helped each other with their respective near-death experiences jgkldfjsg (ACTUAL DEATH for hunter)

BTS ft. Halsey – Boy With Luv (Eng trans)

So much fluff. 100% Hunter in the human realm, totally smitten and totally in love and he LOVES the feeling!!!!!

"Your every picture I wanna have under my pillow." Yesss all the polaroids hello!!!!

"...now I became a hero" Hunter's so mf giddy from Willow he's growing from his traumatic golden guard days and he really does love who he's becoming!!!

Ariana Grande, Mac Miller – The Way

Really sweet song I’m dying from the sugar at this point

FLOWERS. “I’m thinking ‘bout her every second, every hour. Do my singing in the shower like do she love me, do she love me not?”

“Be your lover, your friend, you’ll find it all in me. Stay by your side, I’ll never leave you … I got a bad boy, I must admit it.” yaaaassss hunter the "bad" boy lmaoooo

The Cab – Her Love Is My Religion

Ok HEAR ME OUT we all know Belos is some crazy puritan whom Hunter grew up to value. but now that he knows Belos is fucking insane, Hunter is finding faith in his loved ones instead which INCLUDES WILLOW BROOOOO

Sorta angel references!

Leanna Firestone - Smitten

“You snored and it was the most beautiful sound that I’d ever heard” Hunter @ Willow lmao

“You’re insecure about your crooked teeth but can I just say this, I’m kinda glad that you never got braces cuz I like your smile just the way it is” Willow @ Hunter HHHNNNNNGGGG

“I don’t know what I did or how I did it, but I did something right” Hunter fr

beabadoobee – Dance with Me

Everything so far has been high energy crushing but I imagine they had very chill cozy reflective moments too

IMAGINE WILLOW ASKING HUNTER TO DANCE AAAAWWWWWWWWWW THE CUTES

They’re just happy and forgetting about their troubles

Also a transition to slowwww it down into the next part

Part 3: losing and trusting

Ariana Grande – raindrops (an angel cried)

THE ANGST BEGINS…

"The day you left me, an angel cried." yeah remember how Hunter DIED in Willow's arms? yeah,

WILLOW IS THE ANGEL HERE OK

Melanie Martinez – Cry Baby

"Your heart's too big for your body, it's why it won't fit inside."

Willow ANGST time. Imagine seeing your close friend die in your arms and feeling like you're not allowed to cry cuz you're the strong one??

This opens up all the wounds of being bullied and she’s reminded of being a crybaby, losing her friends (esp Amity), and just feeling SO much. But she’s not ACTUALLY letting herself cry now. Especially after this bitch ass BOSCHA taunts Willow; Willow doesn’t want Boscha to have that power of truly hurting her

“You’ll just let them drown” Willow @ her past, bullies

“I just let them drown” Willow @ her own feelings and ultimately herself in her vines

Carly Rae Jepsen – Making the Most Of The Night

"Baby, I'm speeding and red lights, I'll run. What I got, you need it and I'll run to your side when your heart is bleeding... I know you've had a rough time but here I come to hijack you; I'll love you while making the most of the night"

Ok wtf this is literally Hunter when Willow was in her vines. Speedy boy

The only thing that doesn’t match is when Carly sings about “no more tears” but other than that this song is so huntlow

MUNA – I Know A Place

“I know a place we can go where everyone gonna lay down their weapon… Just give me trust and watch what’ll happen / Don’t you be afraid of love and affection”

In the playlist timeline, this would be Hunter reassuring Willow to trust him (and Gus) but it also works the other way around in general!!

Like this is so Willow @ Hunter: “It’s like you’re carrying all the weight of your past. I can feel the bruises, yellow, dark blue, and black. But baby, they’re bruises, only your body trying to keep you intact”

Vacation Manor – Thoughts in Progress

"Well, you can hold back the truth while never tellin' a lie. And I won't ever know the person that you're keepin' inside 'til you trust me with your thoughts in progress."

Hunter @ Willow !!! SOBBING

The “wasting our time” has a lil negative mood to it but honestly it DOES make sense considering Gus was suffocating in Willow’s vines LMAO

Maisie Peters – Take Care Of Yourself

THIS is the song that started this whole playlist

"The world won't fall if you're not holding it up... And you try, and you try, and you're trying but the burden is heavy and overgrown." WILLOW !!!????

"I hate how you talk to yourself. It's not weak if you need to be held. So cut off a little slack and roll all your cavalry back; my love, take care of yourself." 100% HUNTER @ WILLOW DURING FTF. am sobbing

Then the second verse is totally willow @ hunter: "You don't get a medal for the last one awake so rest your eyes and give your baggage to me." bro these two im gonna die

flor – restless soul

another sweet song of reassurance and self-care that totally works both ways within huntlow ;-; I take it as more Hunter POV just cuz of FTF.

"Come and lay down your restless soul. ...you're wearing out."

It also sounds uplifting and happy, so we're shifting from the heavier tunes!

Part 4: falling

Harry Styles – Golden

did i put this in because it's "golden"? yeah,

Willow POV, actually allowing herself to fall in love in a scary, vulnerable way. love is not just a lighthearted cute flirting, this shit is pretty serious!!

BUT Y’KNOW IT ALSO works the other way around. I'm so stuck on Willow POV just cuz the lyrics are "You're so golden" hahah

BTS Jimin – Serendipity (Eng trans)

one of my fav songs ever; so beautiful

continues on the theme of vulnerability in love, but also revolves around destiny. considering caleb x evelyn, huntlow is definitely references that fated universe stuff.

This song also has a theme of flowers and duh WILLOW

“Let me love you” Hunter really reaching out to Willow here this is WHAT HE WAS COMMUNICATING TO HER *muffled screaming*

Ariana Grande – pov

A continuation of that dreamy, romantic, vulnerable love vibe.

Huntlow both gotta work on their respective self-perceptions. but they totally love each other. their relationship emphasizes learning to trust and love YOURSELF outside of your strong persona and THAT…! YES!!!

"How you touch my soul from the outside? Permeate my ego and my pride" Willow @ Hunter

"I wanna love me the way that you love me, for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too. I’d love to see me from your point of view.”

Troye Sivan – Angel Baby

another romantic BANGER while also continuing the dreamy mood. Specifically emphasizes angels and living.

“I’ll tell you how I almost died while you’re bringing me back to life.” works both ways.

“I just wanna live in this moment forever cuz I’m afraid that living couldn’t get any better.” ok Hunter WANTING TO LIVE.!! I’M SO NORMAL

Ariana Grande – Intro

“I’ll give you all I have and nothing less, I promise.”

THE ULTIMATE DREAMY song. From Angel Baby to this, they’re talking about the heavens or ascending or some shit and THIS IS WHERE I think of Huntlow holding pinkies (PROMISING THEY MEAN A LOT TO EACH OTHER!!) at the end of FTF & ready to keep moving forward

“I want you with me on this road to the sky, we’ll be shining every night. I promise you, just me and you. Oh, I promise you.”

Part 5: fight for love

The Cab – Angel With A Shotgun

HUNTER IS THE ANGEL HERE

“Fighting ‘til the war’s won, I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back. I’ll throw away my faith babe, just to keep you safe.”

Hunter again throwing out Belos' puritan bs and fighting for his loved ones

If Belos does some shit to Willow I think Hunter will go into Avatar state lol. Either way Belos is gonna get his ASS BEATEN

The Script – Superheroes

“She’s got lions in her heart, a fire in her soul. He’s got a beast in his belly that’s so hard to control. Cuz they’ve taken too much hits, taking blow by blow. Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode.”

NO CUZ THESE TWO IN FULL COMBO COMBAT

Willow has already proven to the ones who hurt her that she is more than her weaknesses PLUS now embraces her emotions, but Hunter hasn’t totallyyy confronted Belos so when he WHOOPS BELOS’ ASS IT’S GONNA BE SO GOOD AND HEARTFUL—(I’m really on about this aren’t I)

Linking back to Song #2 (flor – heart)! Embracing your emotions rather than hating them!

A nice, feel-good, inspirational song to wrap up the war stuff. Also, they are still learning and will always be, they’re not suddenly emotional gurus saved by romantic love

This song was my shit in 2016 omg

Part 6: ease

NIKI – Plot Twist

Cute song, transitioning to the happy ending (I fucking hope so).

This section is them having the time to relax and pause and reflect on their relationship! Hunter was a plot twist in Willow’s life alright. But also the other way around ajkflsjgkla ilove them

“Who could’ve imagined… you?”

JVKE – this is what falling in love feels like

I think about Hunter ABSO FUCKIN LUTELY JOVIAL after everything is ok and he’s just!!! Wow! The sun! I love my gf!!! I’m happy!! eee!!!!!!!!!!

push baby – Wishing We Were More Than Friends

hunter again :3 more reflecting back

“I even told your friends the perfect phrase but they just laughed in my face” imagine hunter talking to like. Luz or gus about how to tell Willow he likes her but he’s just so CRINGE and they’re dying

“I’d sit and wait ‘til you came online, wasting hours of time, it’s fine.” Totally bro

NCT DREAM – Walk With You (Eng translation)

They’re talking about the snow crunch and it’s winter THEREFORE HUNTLOW

Everything’s settled on the Boiling Isles and the two are meeting up for a date!! Dawwww

Lostboycrow, AVIV – Strawberry Sunscreen

Happyyyyy ass song. Huntlow being happy together UGH!

“She’ll paint a cabinet from the 60s and find diamonds when she’s thrifting” Idk this gives me Willow vibes :)

Deniece Williams – Let’s Hear It For The Boy

Basically Hunter’s a loser but Willow loves him soso much LOL

Rex Orange County ft. Benny Sings – Loving Is Easy

Dreamy ass romantic song

“I was all on my own, almost glad to be alone until love came in on time” Hunter fr

Taylor Swift – Daylight

Oh my god y’all this is Hunter wanting to live part 4893248

“There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven” / “I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked” Golden Guard days??

“Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it’s morning now, it’s brighter now” Golden Guard days OVER!!

“I once believed love would be black and white but it’s golden” YALL.???!!!

OK AND. THE OUTRO… “I wanna be defined by the things that I love. Not the things I hate. Not the things that I’m afraid of, I’m afraid of… Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. I, I just think that you are what you love.”

MY BOY IS HEALING!!!! AHHHHH AND WHO DOES HUNTER LOVE???? ..........

The 1975 – I’m In Love With You

"It's simple and it goes like this," HE LOVES WILLOW GOD DAMN ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

AND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM TOO BYE

THAT’S ALL OK TIME TO CRY!!

I also have a raeda playlist and a lumity playlist!!! Idk if I'll do writeups for them cuz this one took SO long but we'll see ;)