#i want katrina tattooed

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This is my first time writing and posting on tumblr so I’m still trying to figure some things out. If you guys have any tips our suggestions please feel free in voicing them!

Lip Stick

Warning !! Slight smut , mentions of alcohol

I could see him watching me from the corner of my eye but I pretended to pay him no mind while I applied my lipstick. I rubbed my lips together making sure the pigment was even and fluffed my hair turning to look at him. " so what do you think?" I asked him putting my hands on hips showing him the outfit I had bought earlier in the week for the party we were about to attend. Colby raised an eyebrow at me letting his eyes run down my body making my heart speed up.  He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to me grabbing a hold of the back of my neck bringing his lips down to mine making my eyes flutter shut. He pulled away and smiled down at me " I'm glad I'm the one your bringing home."  He said grabbing my hips causing my hands to wrap around and rest on his shoulders and brought me closer , he teased his lips along the side of my jaw and down to my neck placing a gentle kiss there. I sighed in contentment rubbing my hand around his back pulling him in closer for a hug. " I don't think I could imagine someone else but you coming home with me." I told him pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Baby we need to get going." He said between kisses but I refused to stop kissing him wanting to feel his lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss humming a quick sound of approval before pulling away before giggling at the smeared lipstick on his lips. He looked at me unamused knowing what was there from how often I left traces of lipstick on him. I walked over to my vanity to grab a makeup wipe for Colby and to reapply my lipstick since half of it was left on Colby.  "Let's go Bebe ?" I asked him since he had been waiting on me. He agreed following me out the room and grabbing his keys from the kitchen before grabbing my hand and leading me to the car.

When we had arrived the party had already been in full swing and we found our friends fairly quickly. We were currently sitting in the living area with them talking and drinking. I was tucked into Colby side his arm laying on the back of the couch occasionally smoothing my hair down with his hand and kissing my head while he talked to his best friend Brennen. They would occasionally include me in the conversation but I was fine just being in the moment. Everyone else had their own conversations going on but at some point Katrina and Stass decided they wanted to dance so they came and pulled me from Colbys side to join them. I happily joined them but not before giving Colby a quick peck on the cheek.

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Brennen laughed noticing Colby had something on his cheek, he pointing at his own cheek." Brother you got a little something right there." Colby rolled his eyes but he couldn't help the smile he had on his face. He didn't even attempt to wipe it of knowing it would only smear but he didn't mind, he seemed to love when she left her lipstick stains on him.

Apparently Sam had heard brennens remark before commenting himself " at this point you should just tattoo her lips on you." He teased bring his beer up to his lips. " Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Colby replied looking over at his girlfriend who was laughing with her friends while they danced to the music.

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At some point during the party I had gotten a bit to tipsy and Colby decided it was time to go home so we were in the car. He had a bit of music playing in the background while he drove. I sat quickly in the passenger seat silently admiring him. I couldn't keep my eyes of his as if I was in a daze from the way he looked. The only light visible was from the street lamps and other cars headlights but they illuminated his features capturing my attention. We rolled up to a red light where he looked over at me and smiled once he saw me giving him bedroom eyes. " what?" He raised his eyebrows at me reaching over for my hand which I gave him willingly. " I like looking at you. You're pretty." I told him shifting in my seat as the light turned green. " I'm pretty ?" He asked laughing finding amusement in my drunk thoughts. I hummed at him agreeing.

I really wanting to kiss his face to show him how much affection I had for him so I stretched my seatbelt and leaned over the middle console, I ignored Colby's question about what about what I was doing and tilted my head so I could have better access to pepper kisses on his skin. He laughed pushing me away " baby were like 2 minutes away ok? Once we get home you can give me all the kisses you want." He told me causing me to pout which made him laugh again." Bebe we don't want to crash. We're almost home." He tried to explain to me but I wasn't having it crossing my arms and pointing my knees towards the door.

Once he parked the car I refused to look at him still facing away from him acting childish since my kisses were rejected. He saw he wasn't getting my attention so he got out and came to my side opening my door and unbuckling me while I pouted at him. He smiled at me leaning down to kiss my lips but I refused to give in and turned my head causing him to kiss my cheek. "Babe come on." He groaned reaching down and wrapping a hand under my knees and the other behind my back lifting me up causing me to squeal and wrap my arms around him. He smiled and kicked the car door shut bringing me inside. I completely forgot about my grudge against him once I set my eyes on him once more admiring my boyfriend. He made his way up the stairs and I decided it was the perfect moment to pepper more kisses along his neck leaving more smeared marks along his skin.

He shut his door placing me gently on his Bed, he was about to walk away from me but I grabbed his hand pulling him towards me while I sat on my knees on the bed wanting to keep kissing him. " lets change baby so we can rest." He mumbled between kisses running his hands along my sides. "Ill help you ." I mumbled unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers grazed his smooth skin as I undid all the buttons. I leaned down placing open mouth kisses down his neck onto his chest. Colby moaned as I started leaving more permanent marks then ones that were already littered along his cheeks and neck. He tangled his fingers in my hair guiding me back to his lips causing a small gasp to leave my swollen lips. He placed one last kiss on them before pulling away and running his thumb over them. " lets get ready for bed." He whispered as I parted my lips letting the tip of my tongue lick at his thumb.

I didn't want to get ready for bed when I had Colby in front of me like this. His eyes were hooded as he looked at me , body on display with his button up shirt open, red lipstick stains and purple love bites scattered along his upper body.

He groaned as my once red lips wrapped around his finger gently sucking on it. I released it looking up at him "I'm not tired" I told him running my hands down his torso to the hem of his jeans. Pulling him closer to my body by his waistband leaning up to connect our lips. He silently agreed giving into me for the night.

I hope you guys enjoyed my first post and imagine !! I posted this on Wattpad as well but I own this story and I have all copyright.. please don’t steal my work.

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https://www.tumblr.com/finexbright/718218068573241344/absolute-penis-harry-styles-love-on-tour

How H can’t say the word ‘dick’ so he says peen peen/penis…whereas y/n says the word dick all the time…she would definitely tease him about this every time and laugh out loud whenever he says the P word!!!!😂😂😂😂

Potty Mouth

A/N: this just turned into a "yn cursing/being herself on stage for 5 minutes straight" video compilation

GENRE: 1d!yn, married!ynrry

SINCE 2010 masterlist

"Hiya, love. What's yeh name? Katrina? Katrina, your sign says my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend." YN presses her tongue against the inside of her cheek and she squints her eyes in contemplation as the stadium full of fans let out a "oof!"

"Are yeh still with him? Yes. Ok. Huh? You don't know what to do. And you want my advice. Okay, Katrina here it is," She leans forward, resting a hand on her knee to help get her point across. "Fookin' dump his ass. And that so-called best friend of yours."

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"Dublin! How are you lads feeling tonight--oh shit!" YN's arms flail out beside her as she almost trips over a stuffed bear that was thrown out on the catwalk. She continues her walk with a laugh, looking over her shoulder at the item in question.

"Damn, I almost ate shit for a second. Anyways..."

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When YN sings Only Angel, she passes by a fan who holds up a sign that reads YN, let me have your man!

She gives the fan a playful curl of her lip and flips them off before she walks off laughing with a shake of her head.

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"And I just want to say how incredibly grateful I am for everyone here tonight-"

YN's eyebrows shoot up when the crowd begins to scream out of nowhere. She takes out one of her in-ears to try to hear if she missed something. It isn't until she looks behind herself to the massive screens on stage when it finally clicks. A woman in the midst of the sea of fans shamelessly holds a sign above her head that reads MOMMY!

YN looks back to the audience again, putting a hand above her eyes to try to spot the source. Once she makes contact with the fan, she casually says, "I'm right here, baby. Did y'need something?"

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"Yeah, I would love to do a shot with you."

As soon as the words leave her mouth, the stadium full of fans erupts in excited screams. YN crouches down at the edge of the stage and gets passed the plastic cup the fan brought.

"Huh? 'What do you mean how do we do this?'" She chuckles at the bashful girl at the barricade. "You just shoot it back, love. Is this your first time?"

The entire stadium lets out a collective 'awww' when the massive screens on stage display how the girl nods with a mix of excitement and nervousness written all over her face.

"Wha's yeh name, beautiful? Lilly? Lyla? Lyla, okay. Shot virgin, huh? Don't worry Lyla, I'm a gentle lover." YN throws her a wink and she doesn't think the fan's face can get any redder. She raises her cup, the fan following suit, "Salud!"

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"Well, that's fookin' huge," YN says, blinking in disbelief when a fan in the crowd shows her the big 1D logo tattooed on his arm. But she's quickly leaning back with a smile tugging on her lips when the fans begin to scream out from the double meaning of her words.

"Alright, gets your mind out of the gutters. Yeh nasties!"

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to our very special guest for tonight. He's an indie artist, probably never heard of him before, very underground artist. Please give it up for my husband, Mister Harry Edward Styles!"

The stadium goes absolutely crazy, screaming at the top of their lungs before she could even finish the small introduction. Harry walks out onto the stage with a wave of his hand as he holds his microphone with the other. He gives his wife her favorite dimpled smile of his before he pulls her in for a hug.

He blows the audience a kiss before putting a hand over his heart as he mouths the words 'thank you so much' as they continue to go crazy. He even lets out a bashful laugh as they continue to scream their heads off.

"Okay. Alright, alright," YN playfully scolds. "Calm yeh fookin' tits."

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While YN has a finger to her lips the other tries to get the crowd to settle down and be as silent as possible. Somewhere in the massive sea of fans, a girl screams out I fucking love you, YN!

"I love you, too but shut up."

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"I just have one question, Norway." The audience can't see what the little item she picked up from the floor is, but they erupt when the concert cameras show her holding up a condom packet in the air. "Who the fook threw this? I'm a married woman, leave me alone!"

"Whot? It's for me to give to Harry?" She turns the packet around in her hand to read the back. "No, it's too small for him anyways," She says before tossing it back to the crowd.

Before she can get out another word, YN can't hold back her laughter when the fans scream out at her comment. She puts her hands on her knees as her eyes squeeze close with a scrunch of her nose. Eventually, it becomes too much for her as she drops to her knees and lies down on the stage floor holding her stomach.

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"San Jose, I have a confession that I need to share with all of you. Literally since the show started, I've been needing to take a massive fookin' piss."

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As soon as she finished singing her song and the lights went back to normal, YN quickly makes her way down to the side of the stage to read a fan's sign that caught her attention earlier.

"Hello! Hi. So you have a fun sign. It says Your husband called my boyfriend an 'absolute penis' the other night."

The two girls in question get displayed on the massive screens behind YN. They hold up their phones by their heads as they record the interaction.

"Well, let me just clarify a couple of things before yeh start to spread these false accusations," YN laughs, putting a hand up as she begins her little rant. She holds up her index finger, "First of all, I was at that show and my husband didn't directly call yeh boyfriend a 'penis,' okay? So calm yehself. Second of all, the only reason he even alluded to calling your man a 'penis' and didn't call him...the other word, was because our mums were there."

"Everyone, please make some noise for me mum, my mother-in-law, and Harry who they're all here tonight!" She happily points to the section at the corner of the massive pit full of fans reserved for family and friends. In the center of a team of security guards, her family can be seen happily waving back.

Anne blows kisses to her daughter-in-law, alternating her hands with each one. Penny jumps up and down, both of her arms straight up in the air as she waves her hands excitedly. And her husband sticks his fingers in the corners of his mouth as he blows out a whistle loud enough to be heard from her spot on the massive stage.

"Which brings me to me third and final point: this is my show yeh? So then I just have one simple question to ask you, lovely lady. Is yeh boyfriend being an absolute dick?" A sly smirk makes its way onto YN's lips when the crowd goes wild.

"No? Good. Well, if he ever is, let me know and I'll kick his ass meself."

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Atlantic Amnesia

Atlantis: The Lost Empire crew x reader

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(AN: So, I was unsure how to adapt a way to make this fic work without interrupting the movie, but still having all the characters. What I have decided is that the crew has to stay quite a while in atlantis, in order to recuperate before taking the power source. This allows all the characters to stay in a canon-esk area and time frame. Please enjoy! It was a pain to try and organize.)

From the blackness, a small dot of light enters your field of view. You groan, but find it hard to move your body. You're aware of how heavy you feel, yet barely able to form any thoughts. You try and force your eyes open further, as the dot of light turns into a full scene. You're laid on your back, looking face up at what you think is some sort of cave. The ache in your muscles is overwhelming.

"Mierda, It's alive!" A female voice says, and you hear a set of footsteps approaching. Suddenly, a flash of light makes you wince, and groans once more at the sudden intrusion of blinding light into your eyes. The footsteps stop, and as your eyes refocus, a blonde woman and a dark skinned girl kneel over you. "Are they Atlantean?" The blonde woman asks. The girl furrows ehr brows and looks at her. "Do they look Atlantean to you? Tattoos and white hair and shit... No!" The girl exclaims. The blonde rolls her eyes and grimaces at the girl, before reaching for her holster. You gasp a little, despite the pain, when she pulls out a gun. The woman flips it around and pokes you with the butt of her weapon.

"O-ow... stop..." You whine. "Hey, they talk." The girl says. "And english, too." The woman reholsters her weapon. "Hey, you' got a name?" She asks. "Uh, Y/N. I think... I think my name is Y/N." The woman raises her eyebrows. "You think?" She asks, her voice heavy with skepticism. "I can't really remember anything." You say. While the woman seems to look you over and assess you, the girl places a hand on your shoulder, helping to lift you up a little. You whine, moving to cover your incredibly sore stomach. "They're pretty roughed up, Helga, We should get them back to la ciudad." The blonde woman, whose name you now know is Helga, nods reluctantly. "Fine, but you're helping them back to base. Rourke wants this area mapped out, and I'm not dragging some stranger 2 miles back through a cave when I have a job to do." She says. The girls scoffs, and as she walks away, mumbles "No harías eso de todos modos..." She readjusts her hold on you, so it's a little easier to lean your weight up against her. Her free arm grabs a lantern from beside where you were discovered, and the pair of you begin to walk out of the cave.

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"So, can I ask who you are, and who that was?" You ask, trying your best to hold your own as you lean against the young girl. "Audrey, Audrey Rocio Ramirez. That was my 'boss'." She uses heavy quotation marks at the mention of the woman. "Helga Katrina Sinclair, or something... I haven't really been paying attention." She shrugs. "What about chu'? Can't remember anything?" She asks. You shake your head. "Nothing at all? Jesús, no puedo imaginar eso." You tilt your head. "Where are you from?" "Bronx." She says, and when she realizes that doesn't help you. "Uh, New york. You?" She cringes the moment she says it. "Right, chu' can't remember, Lo siento." She apologizes. You only shrug it off. "Don't worry about it."

The two of you trudge along for a while longer. "Where are we heading?" You ask. "Back to Atlantis, or, our camp right outside of atlantis." She explains. "What's atlantis?" You ask. "It's a city, but uh, it's underwater..." You frown. "Underwater? Like, no oxegyn, underwater?" She asks. "Yeah, I mean..." She stops walking and motions just beyond the edge of the cave. You squint, and see what looks like the reflections of water against the walls of the cavern. "Technically, we're underwater right now." You gasp, as you see what looks like some sort of forcefield over the cave, leading to a glowing city far away. Outside of the forcefield lies a dark expanse of water, aquatic plants, and the occasional fish that swims by. "Oh my god..." you mutter, whipping back to face Audrey. "H-how is this possible?" You exclaim. She chuckles, and shrugs. "You're gonna wanna ask my friend Milo about that, chico. I'm a mechanic, not an, energy wizard or something." She jokes. "Don't get me wrong though, I'm gonna figure out how all this stuff works, believe me. I'm just wonderin' how you didn't drown before we got the forcefields up."

After what seems like half an hour of walking, you and Audrey cross over a particularly tall patch of coral, with Audrey kicking and cursing at the dry aquatic plants. Once through the patch, however, you emerge on the other side in front of a camp, and more importantly, the backdrop of atlantis. You gasp softly at the sight before you. Behind the small camp of green canvas tents and trucks, lies a vast expanse of towering buildings, illuminated with a soft blue light. The air around you seems to crackle with a mystical energy. Suddenly, the crackling feeling becomes stronger, forming into something of a burning in your head. You cry out in pain, collapsing to the ground, and gripping your head. "Woah, hey, what's wro-" Audrey's concerned voice fades out as the pain strengthens, before it fades to black.

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"Sweet, Milo!" Audrey calls out, shaking your unconscious form slightly. The first to hear her panicked exclamations is Milo Thatch, who was sat in his tent trying to decode some complicated atlantean runes. He stands up so quickly he almost drops his glasses, and tumbles out of his room towards the sound of Audrey's voice. "Audrey, w... what is it?" He pants, trying to catch his breath. "Me and Helga found someone out in the cavern, somethings wrong!" She tries to pick you up once more. "They aren't Atlantean..." He says, pushing his glasses further up his nose as he looks you over curiously. Audrey only grunts, heaving the top of your body up. "Duh, Milo! They're not Atlantean and they're ALSO UNCONCIOUS!" She yells, snapping him out of it. "Right, of course. Sorry." Milo grabs your legs and helps Audrey lift, though he's exerting way more effort to lift a lot less than her. "C'mon, we gotta get em' to Sweet." As her and Milo shuffle over to the medical tent, he asks "Do we know how they got down here?" Audrey shakes her head, blowing a curl out of her face so she can focus on where she's going. "Nah, they don't really remember anything. I'm not even sure how they got down here." Milo nods, clearly deep in thought. "Name?" He asks."Y/N. No last name, that they've mentioned." As the two back into the medical tent, they are greeted with the sight of Dr. Joshua Sweet, who is currently engaged in filling a syringe with some sort of odd liquid. "Yo doc' we gotta patient for chu'."

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You jolt up with a start, the familiar feeling of sore muscles hitting you again. You grunt and sit up weakly, putting a hand to your head. While it doesn't hurt as much, there is still a faint throbbing in your temples. You suddenly remember passing out, and look around quickly to figure out where you are. You appear to be in one of the tents you saw just before going unconscious. Various medical tools lay on a nearby table, prompting you to assume you're in some sort of doctors tent. "Hey, they're up!" Audrey pokes her head into the tent, and sees you sitting up. "How you' feeling? Chu' kinda passed out on me." Audrey plops down at the end of the medical cot, crossing her legs. "I'm better, I think. I don't really know what happened." You blink a few times, looking down sadly. "Well, just don't do it again, cause I ain't gonna carry chu'." She teases, lightly punching your shoulder. It hurts a little, but you smile in response.

"Audrey, stop punchin' my patients. We've been over this." A tall, broad man in a doctor's coat enters the ten, with a scrawny man following close behind. "I'm just glad to know I'm not the only person she punches." The scrawny man says, then flinches when she moves to hit him too. "Two for flinchin' Milo." She says, smirking as he makes an excuse to leave. She turns to you and nods in his direction. "I'll get him later." The tall man turns to you, a small pen-light in his hand. "Dr. Joshua Sweet, pleasure to meet you." He extends a free hand. "I'm Y/N. Thanks for treating me." You say. He nods. "It's what I do. Say, you were in pretty rough shape when Audrey and Milo brought you in." He glances at a clipboard on the table next to you. "Some pretty heavy bruising on the legs and arms, a bit of head trauma. Our mechanic here says you can't remember anything. That true?" You nod. "Hmm, open your eyes wide." He clicks on the pen light in his hand, shining it in your left, then right eye. "Hmm. Dilation of the pupils is normal, still might be a concussion. Feeling any nausea?" You shake your head. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Dr. Sweet conducts a few more tests, and Audrey messes with a nearby loose screw to keep herself entertained. "Any known triggers?" He asks. "Well, when I saw the city... um..." You think for a moment. "Atlantis." Audrey cuts in. You nod, and continue. "When I saw Atlantis, it had all those, bright blue lights, y'know. The longer I looked at them, I felt something like, electricity. Like crackling. Then it burned, I couldn't hear, and I guess that's when I blacked out." You explain. Dr. Sweet rights a few notes down, before sighing. "I still think it's probably a concussion resulting from your injuries, but we may want to look into your light sensitivity issues." He turns to Audrey, who is currently attempting to juggle cotton balls. "Audrey, go get Thatch." He nods towards the exit of the tent. She huffs. "Can't chu' get him? I'm monitoring the patient." Sweet chuckles. "You can monitor the patient when you get a degree and stop messin' with my medical supplies. Go get Thatch." She hops up, mumbling "Conseguiré un título y te lo meteré por el culo." on her way out.

"Here, thirsty?" He hands you a glass of water. "Thanks, doctor." You take the glass and eagerly drink down the cold liquid. "Call me Sweet." He insists, putting his notes back down on his clipboard. "Doctor?" He looks up. "Am... am I gonna get my memories back?" He sighs, and shrugs. "I can't be 100% sure until we know what's wrong with you, but you're functioning well otherwise. I'm sure if we give it enough time, you'll start coming around." He assures you. You nod, feeling only a little comfort in his words. "The city was beautiful, though." You say, mind wandering back to the sight of the aquatic city. Sweet nods, taking a seat in a nearby chair. "Absolutely. Seen some weird things coming out of there though." He laughs. "Frankly, a patient with memory loss is kinda refreshing." He admits, prompting you to look up suddenly. "Refreshing? What patients have you dealt with lately?" You ask, a little nervous. "Well, patient confidentiality says I can't go into detail, but lets just say I've had to re-attach a lot of thumbs." He says. You grimace at the idea.

"STOP HITTING ME!" A male voice squeaks, as the scrawny man from earlier tumbles through the tent flap, narrowly avoiding Audrey's fists. Audrey laughs, hopping back on the cot next to you. "Milo, Y/N. Y/N, Milo." She says, motioning back and forth between the two of you. "Hello, it's nice to meet you." You greet. The man seems awkward, but excited to meet you. "Nice to meet you too. Do you have any memory of what happened? Or how you got here?" He asks. You shake your head, and Audrey pats your shoulder lightly. "C'mon Milo, they've been asked that like sixty times, they don't remember shit." She says. "Sweet, you needed something from me?" Milo asks. "Yes, our friend here has described a sensitivity to the blue light emitted from atlantis. I think it might be a problem stemming from their reaction to the crystals. Could you hand me your crystal?" He asks. Milo nods, and removes something from his neck. A small, glowing blue crystal on a leather strip is handed to Sweet, who turns to you. "Okay, let me know if this hurts, alright?" You sigh and nod. Sweet holds out the crystal, and you move to touch it. The moment your fingers brush the crystal, a blinding pain shoots through your arm and into your head. You pull away with a cry, and Sweet quickly pulls back the pendant.

"God... fuck." You groan, hands gripping your head. "Hey, it's okay, Chico." Audrey places a hand on your knee, a worried look on your face. Sweet looks at Milo with a serious expression. "Thatch, you got any idea what about these rocks is causing this?" He asks. Milo shakes his head. "I've never seen anything like this, then again I've not had a lot of experience with them. Maybe, maybe Kida would know something about it." Milo says. Sweet looks over at you, and asks if you need anything. You can't muster a response, but shake your head. He seems unsure about leaving you, but leaves to discuss the problem further with Milo. Audrey stays by your side, trying to lighten the mood. "Bueno, al menos sabemos qué es lo que te está rompiendo el cerebro." She jokes. "Audrey, you know I don't know what you're saying." You complain, prompting her to laugh. After a few minutes of recovery, Sweet returns. "Alright, I'm gonna recommend some bedrest, and some migraine medication. Try to avoid contact with those crystals, alright? We don't need you losing any more of that memory." He says. You nod. "C'mon, we should get you set up. Let's go talk to the commander." Audrey says, standing up and extending a hand to you. "Audrey, I don't think our friend here should be walking just yet-" "I'm fine, but thank you, Sweet." You insist, moving to follow Audrey. Audrey leaves the tent, and you turn to sweet one last time. "Thank you, really. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't patched me up." You say, looking at him with earnest appreciation. He pauses for a moment, and coughs awkwardly as a light blush dusts his cheeks. "Of course... You, you better catch up with Audrey." He turns around quickly, and you wave goodbye as you leave and follow Audrey.

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Audrey heads to a nearby truck, where a tall man in military garb is leaning against the side of the car, smoking a cigar and observing the camp. "Commander! Got someone for you to meet!" Audrey yells, and the man turns to face her. "Ah, this must be our newcomer, Helga radioed ahead and told us you'd come across someone out there, Ramirez." Audrey nods. The man holds his cigar in one hand, and extends the other to you. "Commander Lyle Rourke, leader of this here expedition." He motions with his cigar to the people milling about the camp. "Y/N, um... not really much to explain. I can't remember anything." You sigh. "Yes, Helga mentioned that as well. A damn shame." He responds before a female voice interjects. "Seems convenient to me." Helga, who has apparently been on the other side of the truck the full time, seems suspcious. Rourke only chuckles, and pats the woman on the shoulder, prompting her to sneer and walk off. "You'll have to forgive my associate, she's a little rough around the edges. Damn good fighter, though." He says. "Ramirez, I assume you've brought Y/N over to sweet for a checkup?" She nods. "Yup, he's still working on what's wrong with em', though." Rourke nods. "Well, rest assured you can remain here with us, at least until you've got that memory back." You're taken aback at the offer, but nod gratefully. "Thank you, sir. You don't know how much I appreciate this." Rourke places a hand on your shoulder, holding on with a firm grip. You gulp a little at the man's intense gaze. "Were happy to have you, Y/N. I'm sure you'll make yourself a member of the team in no time." Audrey watches the scene before her with a slight grimace, arms crossed. Rourke's hand remains on your shoulder for a little longer than is normal, and he then pulls it off and returns to smoking.

"Ramirez, I trust you'll get our new friend set up?" Audrey nods, and practically drags you away from the man and towards the tents. "We don't have any extra tents, so you're gonna be sharing with me, entendido?" She asks. You nod, and jolt when you hear a yell come from a few tents over. "NO! YOU CAN'T, I NEED ZAT FOR MY COLLECTION!" A strange, goggled little man bounds past you, pawing at a much taller man with a mustache, holding a bag full of some sort of black substance. The taller man seems relatively unfazed, just looking down at the man throwing small, weak punches at his knees. "Hey, uh, Audrey? Can you do something about-" He looks down. "This?" Audrey groans, and dramatically slumps over as she reaches into her tent, coming back out with a white bar of soap. "Hey! Mole!" She yells, and the man stops his assault momentarily, adjusting his goggles to zoom in and see the girl. When he sees the bar of soap in her hand, he lets out a terrified screech, and scampers away like some sort of feral rodent. You can't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Woo, thanks." The taller man says, dusting off his pants and walking over to the two of you. "Why was Mole going after you? Did you blow up one of his 'samples' again?" Audrey asks, a hand on her hip as she gazes after the Mole man in amusement. "No, actually. I was recycling some gunpowder from a failed bomb, I guess it was swedish or something, and he wanted a sample of it. Couldn't handle it when I told him no, so, y'know." He shrugs. "Who's this?" He asks, when his eyes land on you. "This is Y/N. Me and Helga found them out on cavern patrol. We've been getting a checkup at Sweet's tent." She explains. "Oh, first time in the medical tent?" He asks. You nod. "Well, there'll be plenty more of those visits. Just last week, I had some old dynamite ignite, kinda thought it was cigar since it was late. Anyways, I had to get my thumb sewn back on." You remember Sweet mentioning something like that, and Audrey rolls her eyes as the man goes on. "I'm Vincenzo Santorini. Just, uh, call me Vinny." He says. You shake his hand, trying not to picture what his thumb must look like under that glove. "You work with explosives a lot?" You ask. Audrey scoffs. "Work' is kind of a stretch. I can't remember the last time one of your 'tests' went well, Vinny." She teases. "Whatever, I don't need accuracy. If they blow up, they blow up. They're bombs, that's like, what there supposed to do." He makes an explosive motion with his hands, before turning to a loud crash that rings out from somewhere nearby. "Huh, guess I should check on that." He turns to you. "See you around, and uh, watch your step." He picks up a firecracker, left right next to your foot on the ground. As he walks off, Audrey turns back to you.

"Alright, lets get chu' set up. Left side of the tent is mine."

[onetiredwitch]

Somethin about these new villagers, they seem familiar somehow... Type O x Animal Crossing just for fun. Design notes/commentary under the cut! Comm Info | Bluesky (18+)

When designing these I wanted them all to feel both unique and similar at the same time for that polished image Peter strove for. I tried to use various real outfits they wore as references, but also would look like something you could get as a clothing item in game. Slitzy's a rat/mouse because it translated him being bald the best. I wanted him to look a little more visually interesting since Peter and Josh are so busy in terms of design, so I took a bite out of his ear and gave his tail a bandage. He's "Cheesed to meet you" or something... Johnny i think is the most simple of the lot, but he was also the most "normal" according to the band. With him being a car guy and generally pretty happy, I thought a dog villager would be an obvious choice. Picked dog over wolf so him and Josh would both have floppy ears, and keep that symmetry Peter was critical of. Kenny was the most fun to design, I love his mischievous personality and I wanted to reflect that like he's up to somethin, got a few nicks in the ear for it too. The kink in his tail was also a fun add-on. I thought about adding his many hoop earrings, but him and Johnny's goatees were post-earring era so it made him look a little more goofy. He also wears a lot of v-necks it seems... Josh by far took the most time. I wanted to make sure his tattoos were visible as they're so iconic for his look, but to shrink them down to such a tiny scale was a pain. I also wanted to honor his rather sleepy expression, so he has slight eyebags for his tiredness. I thought about also making him a regular dog, but the poodle special character I think was necessary to compliment Peter being based off Katrina; so I used Harriet as a reference. I gave him pants because Poodle-Era Josh had a chain wallet and I felt it would look strange to add it without pants. Also more visual distinction of him and peter having Special(tm) outfits. Josh also has slightly lighter paw pads because the Pantone 369 green didn't mesh well with his fur color. Oh well... Peter being a panther was a no-brainer. He mentioned in interviews he would be either a wolf or a panther, and with 2 dogs already, the bigger body of Katrina would give him the added height he needed, but also let him have the darkest color scheme. I wanted him to have pretty eyes to make up for the more simplicity of his outfit, but also gave him pants since Peter's long legs are a charm point for him. I did not bother with personality types or catchphrases since they're meant to be special villagers who don't have them (IIRC)... The background is a combo of ACNH grass texture and the TON X AC logos in the AC font, but in the TON album style to marry the two together.

What do y'all think? If you read this far thank you! I hope it was insightful. This is also on my Bluesky (and eventually will be in a LOG with other TON art on pixiv).

[cevansbrat0007]

Home

Summary: Andy's home is wherever you are.

Warnings: Fluff, Cuteness, Mentions of Dinosaurs, Mentions of Pregnancy, Light Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I finally managed to finish a new story! This one is dedicated to my friend @thatsrttt. Part of my Growing Pains Series. FYI, I'm gonna make some tweaks to KitCat story arch to show more of Reader's pregnancy. So, please bear with me! All mistakes are courtesy of my poor proofreading abilities. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome. I dig feedback!

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Andy lets out a sigh of relief when he hears the door shut behind him with a soft click.

Home.

After four long, sleepless nights, he was finally home. If he was honest, being without his girls for that long had been akin to torture.

While his colleagues had thought he was nuts for being so concerned about you and the babies, he hadn't cared. They couldn't possibly begin to understand just how much he needed you with him. 

All they saw was Andrew Barber, the District Attorney for the city of Boston. But what they didn’t know was that, once you got past the damn title, he was just a man who desperately missed sleeping next to his wife.

He needed to hold you in his arms and listen to your soft, breathy sighs. He wanted to relax with you as you sweetly stroked your fingers across his chest, deftly tracing the patterns of his many tattoos. 

But duty called. Sometimes being in a position of power and influence meant that you had to do things you really didn’t want to do - like leave his girls behind on a business trip.

And being hundreds of miles away also meant that he’d had to go without seeing his precious Bianca Bibbity. God, how he missed tucking his little girl in bed for the night. Somehow, reading her Goodnight Moon over FaceTime just wasn't the same. Especially when she would crinkle her little nose and offer up her chubby cheek for a super special “night-night kissy” when it was finally time for her to go to sleep.

Just two nights ago, his BiBi had cried, her adorable hazel eyes welling up with tears when she’d tried (and failed) to kiss him through the phone. 

It damn near broke his heart. He’d been this close to booking a flight back to Boston, but you’d stopped him. You, ever the voice of reason, had lovingly reminded him that you all only had to get through one more day. 

Just one more lousy good-for-nothing day.

And, like the hopelessly doting husband and father he was, he’d clung to that. Just one more day and then he could come home - to his house, his family, and his bed. 

Andy scrubs a tired hand across his face as he carefully toes off his shoes. He’d leave his luggage downstairs for now so that he wouldn’t risk waking anyone - especially BiBi. And then he eagerly makes his way up the stairs. 

He was a man on a mission. And despite the late hour, he was anxious to see his girls. 

Once Andy reaches the top, he makes a quiet beeline for his baby’s room. Pushing on the partially opened door, he’s momentarily surprised to find her little bed empty. And then it dawns on him that she had to be with you.

Spinning around, he now heads straight for your shared bedroom. Seconds later, a soft smile spreads across his features when he finally lays eyes on you. 

All three of you.

There you were, safe and sound - happily nestled together amidst a sea of tangled sheets and blankets. 

Just like he knew you would be. 

You, curled on your side, with your arms wrapped loosely around their daughter. BiBi with her bonnet-covered curls laying tucked against your chest. And Katrina, his little Sweet Pea, resting comfortably in the security of her Mama’s womb.

Andy closes his eyes as a much-needed wave of peace washes over him. In a few hours, he’d take you all out for breakfast, then for ice cream, to the bookstore, and wherever the hell else you wanted to go. Or, you all could simply stay inside all day and watch movies together in the den for hours on end.

He didn't much care, so long as you all were together.

Leaning over his side of the bed, he gingerly plucks a sleeping Bianca from your arms. Holding her close, he presses a kiss to the top of her hair, before readjusting her little pink bonnet. He smiles once more when her sleepy eyes slowly flutter open.

“Daddy!” She whisper yells, waking you up. “Hi, Daddy!”

“Hi, my Bianca Boo.” He plants a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. “I missed you.”

“Miss you too.” She tells him as she snuggles deeper into him, her tiny voice coming out muffled. "Lots."

“Hi, Andy Bear.” You murmur as you sit up in bed, excited to see your man after these last few days apart. “I missed you.” Your hand goes to rest on the rounded swell of your belly. “We all did.”

Your man nods, his big hand rubbing circles across your daughter’s back. “No more business trips.” He mumbles as he takes to rocking Bianca back and forth in his arms.

“No mo’ bimus twips.” She agrees as sleep begins to overtake her once more. “Wuvs you.”

“I love you too. I’ll be right back, Y/N.” Andy tells you as he gently totes your now sleeping toddler out of the room and down the hall to her own bed. Stretching your arms overhead, you lay back against the sheets and wait for him to return.

You really had missed your Andy Bear. He wasn’t the only one who struggled with sleeping apart. You were entirely too dependent on the man with whom you shared your bed. And you truly did not give a fuck.

It’s not long before he comes striding back into your bedroom. You watch through lidded eyes as he slowly shuts the door behind him before resting his big body against the cool surface.

“Hi, baby girl.” He purrs softly, drinking in every inch of your sexily rumpled form.

“Hi, Daddy.” Not wanting to be without him for even a second longer, you reach out your hand, wiggling your fingers as an invitation. “I’m so happy you’re back. Now, c'mere.”

“You have no idea just how much I’ve missed you, little love.” He responds, his gravelly voice caught somewhere between a purr and a growl. You watch as he begins closing the distance between you, his gorgeous blue eyes shining in the moonlight as he goes to remove his navy blue polo shirt. Once it’s gone, he finally comes to rest beside you on the bed.

You let out a tiny giggle as Andy all but drags you against his muscled chest, his thick arms coming to wrap themselves around your swollen middle. He then goes to remove your scarf, burying his face in your curls and inhaling your scent  

He could never seem to get over how sweet you always smelled.

Deciding you needed more, you gently tip your head back. Taking the hint, your Big Man leans in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. A groan escapes him as you cup his face in your small hands, your thumbs affectionately stroking over the scruff of his neatly-trimmed beard. 

The two of you lay there like that for a while, your limbs intertwined as your tongues dance together, dueling lazily. Even after all this time, you still somehow managed to get lost in one another…

Almost as if you’d only just met. 

Eventually, your mutual need for air forces you to pull away. 

“Welcome home, Big Man.” You murmur as you work to throw one short, lightly toned leg across his hips. “I can’t wait to hear all about your tip to D.C.” Feeling a little drunk on love, one of your hands sinks its way into his tawny locks, your fingers tenderly scratching at his scalp just the way he likes.

“And I can’t wait to hear all about what I missed back home. Apparently BiBi has - what did she say?” He squeezes one eye shut as he racks his brain for her exact phrasing. “Oh yeah. She told me before I put her down that she’s 'gots dinosaur feets'. Whatever that means.”

You chuckle while clumsily trying to draw the blankets up around you both, which proves to be rather difficult since your husband is sitting on top of them.

“She grew.” You tell him with a lighthearted shrug. “She sprouted up a couple of inches when we weren't looking, plus her feet grew just a teensy bit too. So, we went out and got more shoes. And now she’s been stomping around smashing legos and claiming she’s got dinosaur feet.”

“But why –?” Andy begins, clearly both amused and confused by his little one’s newest antics.

“Just go with it.” You lovingly boop his nose. “Oh, and she roars too. Birds find it very intimidating."

Which was good. Because those winged beasts scared you to no end. 

“Wow.” He mumbles as he lightly tugs on a strand of your hair. “You know, come to think of it, I think all my girls grew.” Your husband angles himself so that he can rest a hand on your stomach.

“Daddy’s back, Sweet Pea.” You can literally feel your heart swell as he gently cradles your belly as he talks to your unborn baby. “I can’t wait to hear all about your little adventures too. I bet you’ve got lots to tell me.” 

Not even a moment later, you quickly grab his hand and reposition it so that he can feel her moving. 

“Someone’s awake.” You grin up at him, happy beyond words that your little family was back together again under one roof. 

“I see that.” His face sports a matching grin, which only gets bigger when he feels your baby kick yet again. “Daddy’s sorry, love bug. Go on back to sleep, okay? We’ll talk more in the morning.”

What’s funny is that BiBi had been like this in utero too. She had almost always responded to the sound of Andy’s voice, just like her little sister was doing now.

Overcome with adoration for your man, you bring his hand to your mouth to brush a kiss over his knuckles

“You tired, baby girl?” He asks you, the rough timbre of his voice sending tingles coursing through your body. “Need me to let you rest?”

“No.” You whisper with a shake of your head, softly grinding your core against his thigh. “I need something…more…”

“Mmm.” He groans as he skillfully switches positions so that you’re both resting on your sides. “You need me, huh?”

“Uh huh.” You nod as one of your hands slowly disappears beneath the fabric of your Minnie Mouse sleep shorts. His eyes never leave yours as you dip your eager fingers between your soaked folds before holding them up between you. “See?”

Growling low and deep in his throat, Andy greedily sucks the glistening digits into his mouth. 

God, how he loved your taste. You were easily his favorite fucking meal. 

“Make love to me, Daddy.” You lovingly purr up at him when he finally releases your fingers with a soft pop. “I missed you too much to wait any longer.” You bat your lashes up at him, before turning over on your back and spreading your thighs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of your bare pussy. 

“Is this my welcome home gift, sweet girl?” His voice gruff as he makes quick work of relieving you of your shorts. “Your letting me use your beautiful little body the way I need?”

“Hell yes.” You growl as you drag him down for yet another bone melting kiss. “Now hurry up and get moving. I’ve missed having you inside me.” You can’t help the giggle that escapes when you issue the playful command. Especially after you also slap his ass for good measure.

“Who’s in charge here?” Your Big Man grunts as he hurriedly removes his pants before tossing them in the direction of the hamper. 

He misses. Of course.

“Me.” You respond, feeling ever so bold as your fingers once against find their way between your thighs to toy with your aching clit. You tease the swollen nub, enjoying the way your husband’s eyes darken with each passing second.  

“Wrong.” Andy hisses before gripping your hips and tugging you towards him as he works to get comfortable on the bed. “This little pussy is all mine, sweetness.”

“Then prove it.” You whimper out as his bearded jaw nuzzles your most intimate flesh. "Might need you to jog my memory."

Yeah, you were playing a dangerous game, but you were beyond caring.

“Gladly.” He snarls softly as he lowers himself on top of you. "Here comes your reminder."

END

[penroseparticle]

Hello! So about that story with your friend and his rib tattoo and your panic over being incorrectly accused of being gay- I'm in the process of writing a story based on that (In the process as in it's already written but in a notebook so I have to transfer it online). I'm editing it as I transfer it over, and also adding in the tattoo process stuff that I didn't write before because it required research (I have never gotten a tattoo before).

I think I found an accurate source about how the tattoo process works- like, getting it done and the aftercare instructions and things like that. However, if you don't mind, I would love to hear what the process was like for you? Just in general, not necessarily at the time of that story. Also, probably a dumb question, but I looked up whether tattoo artists have nametags so I know if my tattoo artist is going to need a name, and I did not find a solid answer. If you could tell me that too, I'd appreciate it! You don't have to if you don't want to, though.

Hello anon, thanks for asking. Happy to clarify.

Tattoo artists do not usually wear name tags, no. You do typically choose your artist, after reviewing their art. So at the very least you and the artist will know each others' names- your information is given to them for the booking process (They take your name, ID to check age, contact info for the appointment, etc.), and you ostensibly have picked your artist from the several working at the shop if it's a scheduled appointment like Rib Tattoo was. Often times you meet with your tattoo artist several times before getting your tattoo, to discuss your vision and then to see what the artist came up with.

By happenstance, virtually none of my tattoos were done that way. Ironically, the one exception being my shoulder tattoo, the one I probably like the least. My forearm tattoo was a preexisting design the artist had that I saw and was like "CAN YOU DO THAT AS A TATTOO" at a convention, my armband was a simple consultation that the artist offered to do in the same appointment, and every other tattoo I have was flash (meaning a predetermined design that an artist could easily and quickly do, designed for promotional days, conventions, etc.)

My buddy did in fact meet with his artist, do a consultation, come back and look at the art and give feedback, and then came again for the actual appointment. He knew the guy's name and even said it a couple of times. Plus, oftentimes the tattoo artist will want to take photos for their portfolio, put them on their instagram, etc. He definitely handed both me and my friend his business card, which I think I have floating around somewhere. So at the time of the story I knew his name, but I certainly don't remember it now.

Tattoo aftercare is pretty simple, just regimented. Failing to properly care for a tattoo after getting it will result in ink loss, bleeding of lines, discoloration, etc. Everything about tattoo aftercare is about making sure the pigment stays in the skin where the artist put it, or for health and safety reasons to prevent infection. One guy I know intentionally did the bare minimum of care just to avoid infection, but viewed line bleed and fading in a kind of come what may style.

I'm pretty blase about caring for my tattoos but also I have very seldom had an issue with any of them (yet). I definitely think a few of them need retouching now but maybe when I have money again! That said I do tend to follow my regimen and care for them, at least for the prescribed time by my artist.

Wash as normal but with a hand, no scrubbing, mild unscented soaps. Lotion frequently, my friend Katrina swears by Aquafor but I can't stand using that stuff, just a plain unscented lotion is fine. Avoid sun, avoid extended underwater time (A shower is fine, a bath is not as good, don't go in the ocean because salt or the pool because chlorine).

It will be sore for a few days. You were just stabbed.

If it gets red and puffy, see a doctor. If it starts to hurt weirdly, see a doctor. If there's a weird discharge like puss or oozing, see a doctor.

Ink running is normal- hopefully your artist packed the color in to keep it vibrant, but a little ink leaking out is normal, depending on skin type. My skin doesn't lose a lot of ink (Almost all my tattoos are simple line art/solid fill black ink though so grain of salt). Not to be confused with pus/discharge.

At a certain point, your tattoo will start to itch. This is good! It's healing! DO NOT SCRATCH IT. You will want to scratch it. You will really want to scratch it. DO NOT DO IT. What you do instead is open hand slap the tattoo. Provides the same levels of relief with very little risk of damaging your tattoo.

Months later be surprised by your own tattoo when your mother confronts you on it. Because it stopped needing maintenance anymore and you succumbed to "it's always been there blindness"

That's all I got anon, let me know if I failed to answer your questions.

[hcppilyneveraxter]

[MALE HE/HIM]. Hey, is that, TYLER HOECHLIN no that is just SCOTT HOLMES around Turtle Bay. I heard they are 37 years old, and their birthday is September 11th, 1985. They rest their heads in the DOWNTOWN but they can mainly be found working as PERSONAL TRAINER AT UPTOWN GYM. Some say they are PROTECTIVE, DRIVEN, AND LOYAL and can be STOIC, CLOSED OFF, AND CRITICAL. If they had a theme song it would be, SURVIVOR BY ALL GOOD THINGS I hear they are LOCAL, either way Turtle Bay is home and welcomes you!

BASICS:

Full Name: Scott Holmes

Nicknames: none

Age: 37

DOB: September 11th, 1985

Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana

Current location: Turtle Bay, South Carolina

Neighborhood: Downtown

Occupation: Personal Trainer at Uptown Gym

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Relationship status: Single

Positive Traits: Protective, Driven, and Loyal

Negative Traits: Stoic, Closed Off, and Critical

Theme song: Stronger by All Good Things

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Face Claim: Tyler Hoechlin

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Green

Height: 6 ft

Weight: 190 lbs

Build: Athletic

Tattoos: Multiple including one honoring his mother

Piercings: None

FAMILY:

Mother: Annalise Holmes (Deceased)

Father: Michael Holmes

Siblings: Sophia, age 35

Children: None

Pet(s): Rottweiler named Astro

BIOGRAPHY:  {TW: Death, Hurricane Katrina, Near Death Experience}

Growing up in New Orleans things had been great for Scott. He had an amazing childhood with loving parents who made sure their children never wanted for anything, a younger sister who although they often bickered Scott adored and would do absolutely anything for, he was popular, got good grades, and was captain of the baseball team. Scott had even earned a full-ride scholarship to college for baseball. He was excited to go away to Vanderbilt in the fall. While he loved the city and all the opportunities it provided and was sad to be leaving it and his family behind he knew it was for the benefit of his future. He was anxiously anticipating the endless possibilities that lie ahead. And then it happened.

Scott and their dad had been away on one last father son camping trip the week before Scott was due to leave for Vanderbilt when they got the news that Hurricane Katrina was rapidly approaching New Orleans. On their way back to pick up Sophia and their mother they thought they had plenty of time and so they stopped to make sure some family friends were prepped for the storm. Unfortunately, the storm arrived much faster than expected and by the time they arrived home it was too late for their mom. The roof had crushed her and it was a miracle that Sophia had survived. They rescued Sophia in a boat someone had picked them up in and made their way to a nearby storm shelter but the life they had once known had blown away with the storm.

Once the storm finally cleared the family suffered with the loss of their beloved mother and moved to Turtle Bay and tried to rebuild their lives. Scott put off going to college and stuck around to help his family. Without their mother around their father became despondent and Scott knew he would have to work to keep their family afloat and make sure Sophia could still go to college like she dreamed. So, he took a job as a receptionist at Midtown Gym and slowly worked his way up through the Turtle Bay fitness scene until he became a personal trainer at Uptown Gym. Scott knew that his dreams had washed away with the tide but he would be damned if Sophia didn’t get to achieve hers. He became extremely protective of her doing everything he could to ensure she got to live the life he never did. Sometimes Scott longed for that life and the promise he had to leave behind but he felt like he deserved this new life as punishment. It was his fault their mom passed after all. If he hadn’t insisted on one last camping trip everyone could have survived.

Scott carried his guilt of what happened deep within himself, causing him to close off from most of the world. He didn’t dare let anyone new close feeling as though all it would do would be to cause the other person pain. Instead he buried himself in his work finding it the one thing he had going for him that made him feel even remotely close to the life he once had. One that had once been filled with joy, love, and a bright future.

[sublimenemesis]

TL;DR: Gushing about the artwork I've commissioned from mango so far, and posting allll the pieces.

November 9 2019, I commissioned a piece of artwork of my original character Katrina from FFXIV from @chocolatemango. I sent her a link to the carrd page I'd made for Trina. In addition, I listed specific details I was interested in making sure made it in:

two piercings in each ear lobe, three hoops along the upper edge of her left ear

almost always wears some variety of boots (platform and heels included)

always wears a gem on her forehead these days (red or purple, glows)

tattoos of arcane text on her arms

I also offered to drown her in screenshots if she wanted to get a visual feel for Trina's looks (this was before I added the gallery to the carrd). Sadly, we decided the tattoos were too much work. Aside from that, I chose to give mango full artistic license to draw whatever she wanted. When she asked if I wanted a background for the piece, my answer was, "Honestly, whatever's most fun for you to do. If you think of a fantastic background, I'm happy to pay for it. If you prefer to just focus on the character, that's also fine. I love the backgrounds I've seen from your work, but what matters most to me is that you have fun with the commission." Art should be fun for the artist, not a chore.

Two weeks later, mango presented me with three rough sketches of poses for Trina...and I fell in love with all three. I vowed to eventually commission all the poses.

The first pose I chose was the one I addressed in a previous post. She went a teeeeeensy bit overboard on the background, and it is absolutely perfect.

On to the meat of this post (I know, that wasn't the meat?!): my 2 year anniversary with my partner was in September. And since we met through FFXIV, I decided I wanted to commission a sketch style piece for us. First, they're easier and less time consuming for mango to do, and second because the original piece I commissioned maaaay have given mango a little bit of anxiety due to how long it took. And it wasn't even her fault, she had a horrible three years. As I love her sketch style anyway, it was no sacrifice to request it.

To kill two birds with one stone, I showed mango the two previously unused sketches of Trina in the hopes that she could rework one to include my partner's character, Arden. Less than 24 hours later, I had my anniversary drawing (in her words, "I may have gone a little bit overboard..." Sensing a theme?):

I immediately turned to Zazzle to create matching t-shirts for us (yes, we're that couple. Sometimes), as well as a little Christmas gift for my partner.

Then in early December, I decided to have a second sketch portrait of our characters done, hoping that Zazzle would be able to have the second piece done soon enough for Christmas. Alas, that did not happen, so it will have to be a belated gift.

As is my preference, I let mango decide on the pose and anything else she wanted to add. However, she created a minor conundrum when she didn't use the final pose of solo Trina, but also added a brand new pose of the two characters, and requested I choose between them. The end result is absolutely adorable, and I love it to pieces...and it's not one of the original three poses, which means I still have one more pose queued up to commission! And then I can start thinking up new requests...

Thank you so much for your amazing work, mango. Until next time!

[baekhvuns]

ON NAUR BESTIE UR SICK??? TC OF YOURSELFFFF

IKR 2 YRS‽‽ Like..we didn't even realise how the time flew. OMG, I'd love to see thru your drafts for sure, ngl ever since u've been gone i haven't been on Tumblr as much, like idk if it's my kpop obsession tht died down or the fact i don't like reading ffs anymore or the fact tht I don't like reading ffs that are not urs 😔😔😔 see ilysm 🤭DW ILL BE HERE TO SEE THE FF WHEN IT DROPS I AINT LEAVING ANYTIME SOON 🗣️

Damnnn that's the first time I've heard of misphonia BUT HE DROPPED THE SECOND PART 🗣️🗣️

Trauma i tell u. Bro broke me. Absolutely to shreds.

Hold up let me find the video (i wld love love loveee to tell u abt the second part but oh. If ur planning to hear it. U gotta suffer truly. That's the beauty of it 🥰)

https://youtu.be/C5Aab2I5lqo?si=BhowFtzVeZiZEhhE

There u go, if tht doesn't work, i hv a feeling it won't, the channel is named Nora Asmr, and u cn find the "tracing tattoos" video.

ANYWAYSSSSS

OMG jannat 😧😧 nah bro I had forgotten all about that, i just unlocked a memory

AAAAA THAT SOUNDS MAJESTIC I'm honestly deprived. DEPRIVED I TELL YOU. I need more old Bollywood movies 😭😭 LIKE PLSSSSSS

Did I hear tauba tauba?

(i hv secretly been trying to learn the step, I look like a struggling horse)

VICKY SLAYYEDDDD i get it Katrina, i get it now 😔🤚 OH AND HERE LET ME DROP THIS EDIT I FOUND FOR THE PAKISTANI DRAMA

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C91sGU3ILWH/?igsh=MWxwOWRudHkwcnFpOA==

It's called kabhi hum kabhi tum 😮‍💨😮‍💨 the concepts are so interesting..

ALSO I GOT A NEW SUITTT

Your girl in her desi era 💅💅✨✨

Okok i shall leave now AND TC!! BUH BYEEEE

hello!!!!

yes i was sick! but i’m way better now but unfort the bug got to many others so everyone around me is sick 😭😭😭

tWO years 😭😭😭 no but like me too my kpop phase had been dying since a while and now im just not into it very much (the songs r just not it anymore) neither do i read fics or even come here (as u can tell bc this ask response is so late 😭😭) I LOVE U FOR THAT NDJDDJCK i get sparks for fics to write but the writing part just turns me off so ive just been watching kdramas rather than listening to kpop 😭 currently watching love next door and i did not know jung hae-in was like that, i was gawking at him every time he comes on screen

IT DID NOT WORK, the video is unbelievable to my region apparently for no reason BUT THANK GOD I WOULD NOT HAVE TO SUFFER ☺️☺️

RIGHT?? jannat’s songs and to be able to play them at home was like playing w the devil, bc u never know when emran would emran hashmi. ITS SUCH A MAJESTIC SONG IKK THE AMT OF FICS IVE THOUGHT BASED ON THAT SONG 😩 im actually obsessed w it, slowed and reverb, fast & regular paced im obsessed

TAUBA TAUBAAA I CANT avoid it anywhere, it played at the wedding i was at and everyone and their mom was trying to do the step but it just looked like a horse galloping 😭😭😭 I GET HER I RLY DO what a duo, a dancing queen and now her partner 😩

THAT VIDEO LINK DOES NOT WORK EITHER WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭

oo let me see the suIT (priv ask ofc ur wanting to share!) what colour is it??? i love getting suits but i hate the process of choosing them

[sucker4colby]

Mixed signals

Warning: little bit of angst, alcohol

Summary: Colby decides to be a wingman for his best friend but no one can match up to him. Drunken actions lead to feelings being unraveled.

Length: 2360 words

Pairing: Colby x best friend!Female reader

I didn't participate in dating, people irritated the hell out of me and the idea of going on dates and having to start all over and get to know each new person sounded like a nightmare . The ken doll look alike my generous best friends set me up with was talking my ear off about some frat party he had attended not noticing the signals I sent of me being uninterested. He was cute but to basic for my liking and he couldn’t take a hint about when to stop talking making me roll my eyes.

I looked around the house hoping something would steal my attention from him, and lucky me I caught a pair of blue eyes already looking at me. Colby one of my best friends was observing us and he seemed to be enjoying my misery since he wore a smug smile on his face . He and Sam thought that as my best friends they had the obligation to find " the one " for me so they set me up with this frat boy we met while getting lunch earlier. I glared at him making his grin grow wider, he nudged Sam making him direct his attention over to me. I looked away from them to face my "date" who was tapping my shoulder causing me to take a deep breath in annoyance . " yes?" I asked him irritation laced in my tone. " I was just asking if you wanted to dance." He yelled over the loud music of the house party we were currently at.

I stared at him not making an effort to respond , I was hoping he'd catch on and leave me alone but he went to repeat himself once more. He was cut off by a familiar tattooed arm wrapping around my shoulder. " hey man thanks for keeping her company. We're about to head out though ." Colby told him trying to rescue me from the situation he and our other imbecile friend put me in. I didn't wait for whatever his name was to respond, I hopped off my seat grabbing a hold of Colby's hand and pulling him away.

I could hear Colby laugh before pulling me into his chest. " you were a little mean back there don't you think grumpy." He teased me making me roll my eyes. If only he knew he was the reason my dates went wrong, I pushed off him turning to face him . "Maybe if you guys stopped playing Cupid I wouldn’t be so grumpy. Are we actually leaving ?" I asked him having to look up at him since I only reached his chin. I knew my friends very well and there was no way we were leaving so early, he just used that excuse to get me away from my failed date. "Leave ? We haven't even had any fun . Come on Sam and Katrina are dancing we can probably find some shots or drinks." He told me mischief clear in his blue eyes causing a smile to form on my face.

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I have no idea where we got alcohol from but we had way to much at this point. I was acting on impulse and all my thoughts were nonsense. Colby wasn't any better off either and it was only a matter of time before we combined our last brain cells to form a ridiculous plan that would get us into Trouble.

It didn’t take long for us geniuses to conjure up our plan for the night. We were hysterically laughing about Colby almost tripping on the way down to the pool we found out the house had, where we decided would be the perfect place to hang out. Obviously it wasn’t a good plan considering our drunken state and mixing that with all the risk that come with a pool we were bound to get into Trouble. " Colbs we're going to get caught ." I attempted to whisper yell but it was anything but a whisper. If we were to get caught we wouldn't necessarily get in Trouble but my altered mindset seemed to think back to when we were teenagers sneaking around . " shut up no we're not , come on you're walking so slow." He playfully snapped at me poking my side causing me to squirm and giggle.

He ended up giving me a piggyback ride the rest of the way, both his hand were wrapped around my bare thighs and my cheek was pressed against his shoulder where I would occasionally blow a raspberry into his neck to make him squirm. We never minded being so close to one another but sometimes it was bittersweet because I wanted nothing more them for it to be more than platonic interactions , but I settle for it because I’d rather have this than nothing at all.

I blew one last one right below his ear before his hand dropped from under my thighs, frightened because he dropped me so suddenly I held on tighter to him and brought him down with me causing both of us to let out frightened noises as we crashed to the floor. I had no idea he was dropping me onto a pool chair but either way we landed making so much noise I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a noise complaint the next morning . We laid still for a moment before we busted out laughing.

He pushed off me sitting down and pulling my calf's onto his lap gently rubbing his hand up and down. We sat in silence enjoying each other's presence occasionally looking at each other and letting out a quiet giggle. I started getting bored again but a thought came to me and I giggled imagining it. " I dare you to jump into the pool ." I told him my bright idea looking at him with a big smile . He gave me a look of unamusement before getting up off the chair and pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it at my face. I let out a loud laugh tossing it aside just in time to see him belly splash into the pool causing me to laugh even louder. I kicked his shoes away that were laying on the ground before walking over to where he was resurfacing. I sat down removing my heels and putting my feet in, he came over resting his forearms on my thighs getting me all wet but I wasn't even a concern to me. I didn’t think he would jump in I just wanted to push his buttons a bit.

I ran my fingers through his hair causing him to move one arm down around my leg and letting his head fall over the other arm. "Sams not going to want to give us a ride if you're wet." I told him remembering our blonde friend was our designated driver. He looked up at me with his pretty blue eyes. I never let myself get lost in his eyes because I knew how easily I’d fold if I did and he could easily persuade me to do anything he wanted " we'll just walk home." He told me caressing his hand along my calf causing me to lean closer to him. " you can walk , I'm not wet." I teased him pulling at a strand of his hair. "I can get you wet ." He smirked at me but I didn't have time to process what he meant before he fully wrapped his hand around my leg and giving it a tug causing me to fall into the pool with him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me into his body since I couldn't reach the floor on this side of the pool. He laughed as I tried to move my wet hair away from my face. " Colby this dress was new and now it's ruined" I huffed out hitting him gently. "baby it was ruined when you bought it." He joked moving a hand away from one of my thighs that was wrapped around his back to a strand of hair that was still in my face moving it behind my ear. I tried to ignore the fluttering feeling in my belly I got from him calling me baby and watched him as he caressed my face. This was new, we had shared a kiss thanks to a dare and we’ve invade each other’s personal space before but this was something I hadn’t felt before. For a moment I felt like he was seeing me in the way I saw him and it had my heart racing. I let my eyes flutter shut as he nuzzled his nose into my cheek, and when he pulled away the slightest bit I anticipated that I would get to feel his plush lips against mine.

Except I anticipated wrong because we jumped apart due to a familiar voice calling out for us causing me to fall back into the water. Sams great timing ruined our moment, he was walking down the stairs with kat in tow speeding up when he saw me splashing back up coughing from the water I swallowed. Colby attempted to help me reaching out to grab me all while cursing and apologizing but I ignored his hands and swam away towards the edge of the pool where Sam held his hand out to pull me out. " what the hell are you guys doing? We've been looking every for you." He scolded us like kids but I was more focused on not meeting Colby's gaze. I was embarrassed and for some reason hurt he jumped back so quickly, I mean yeah I didn't want Sam to catch us and maybe I was overthinking things but it didn't hurt any less.

Sam was still giving us a lecture about the dangers of being drunk and being around the pool alone as we made our way up the stairs. Neither him or Kat caught onto the newly formed tension between Colby and I probably dismissing our behavior as us being drunk. Kat had gone off to get towels for us once we reached the house while Sam took us around and walked us the side walk so he could bring the car around.

Colby turned to face me once Sam was a good distance away " hey are we good, I don’t want things to be weird between us because we got caught up in the moment.” He unintentionally twisted the knife spreading the hurt I felt. But he was right, nothing happened and I was probably reading the whole situation wrong. I convinced myself I was overthinking because I was tipsy and I looked over at him forcing a smile " yeah we're good." I nodded trying to sound sure for the both of us , but I knew neither one of us was very convinced but we left it at that and waited for Sam and Kat In awkward silence.

Sam had driven us all back to their house like we had done many times before, where I was supposed to sleep in Colby’s room like I always did when I slept over. All I wanted to do was go home and try to sleep off this feeling but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them to drop me off at my house not wanting to make things worse between Colby and I . I also didn’t want Sam and Kat being suspicious of something being wrong .We said goodnight to the couple before walking into Colby’s room where I felt as if the walls were going to close in on me.

I stood awkwardly in the center of his room in my semi wet clothes shivering while he went into his closet. Had it been like any other night I would’ve jumped onto his bed or even gone to steal his clothes but I felt as foreign as the new atmosphere around us. “You want boxers?” He asked me walking out of the closet with some plaid boxers and one of his T shirts. He didn’t even need an answer already knowing I prefer shorts or his boxers over sweats for bed. I smiled at him taking the clothes before muttering a quick thanks and walking quickly to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I gave myself a quick pep talk reminding myself we’ve slept in the same bed before. He was already under the covers on his usual side of the bed as I came out. My belly filled with butterflies and I gave a shy smile as he lifted the covers for me gesturing to lay down next to him. The bed seemed far smaller than I remembered as I tried to leave space between our bodies when I rested my head on one of his dark pillows. My body had finally relaxed settling into bed when I felt his warm hand wrap around my torso pulling me into the warmth of his body. I let out a sigh calling his name in frustration.

He hushed me before I could get out my frustration about the mixed signals he was sending me. “ can you just.. let me hold you tonight. Let me pretend that we could have this. That we could be something we’re not.” He whispered in my ear. “ why can’t we “ I asked in a small voice hurt that he wasn’t letting us try if he wanted the same as me. “Because I love you so much I don’t ever want you not to be in my life, if we change this, I don’t think I could ever go back to being just your friend after getting a taste of what we could be.” I turned my body to face his laying my forehead against his. “I don’t think I can pretend to only see you as a friend anymore colbs, i don’t think we can go back to just being friends after tonight.” I sniffled fed up with hiding my feelings for him. “What If we mess this up?” He asked his lips ghosting over mine causing my mind to fog up. “ what if we miss out on something real?” I responding before connecting my lips to his.

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I hope you guys enjoyed !!!

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

Basic Information: Harry Potter OC's

Hello everything, so here is all the basic information about my Harry Potter OC's Anneliese (Anne/Annie) and Rose. This does mention relationships so spoilers there as well as spoilers when I mention different events in their life!

I also just want to say as I am white, my characters are as well, if you wish you make them not, that is up to you. Just don't get mad whenever I describe this as white. But most of my characters have skin similar to my own, white as hell during the fall and winter months but during the spring and summer months with the sun, is more tan.

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Link to my main masterlist here

Link to my Harry Potter masterlist here

Character 1

Name: Anneliese Erika Green

Nickname(s): Anne (everyone), Annie (Albus & her mother), Al (to Albus P.), Scor(p) (to Scorpius M.), Lil(s) (to Lily P.)

Birthday (Zodiac): October 31st, 2005 (Libra)

Where she was born: Wales, UK [specifically Pontardawe, Rhos, Swansea (according to Google)]

Parent(s): Danielle Aleksandrova (mother) and Peter Green (father) and Katrina Bolish (step-mother)

Sibling(s) (born): Aidan P. Green (1999), Antonio E. Green (2001), Derek I. Green (2001), Dominick K. Green (2002), Liam A. Green (2003), Randolph L. Green (2003), Genevieve R. Green (2004), Alexa K. Green (2006), Liana L. Green (2006), Clara A. Green (2008), Odette A. Green (2009), Elina L. Green (2012), Eden S. Green (2013), Nicholas B. Green (2015), and Charles P. Green (2024)

Partner(s): Albus Potter, Rohyn Goyle, Colin Creevy, and Oliver Avery

Job: Waitress at the Leaky Cauldron and Healer

Physical Description:

House: Slytherin Blood: Pure-Blood Hair: medium brown, has a habit of dying it different colors Eyes: amber eyes (basically hazel with yellow/orange specs) Height: 177.8 cm (5’10) Glasses Freckles Tattoos: a few around her body, specifically around her hip Favorite colors: dark green (#006400), dark purple (#301934), and mint green (#98ff98)

Events in life: Is up until the end of her 7th year

Born to be the middle of 15 (7 older and 7 younger) Meets Albus Gets put in Slytherin: 11 Her mum gets sick: 14 (summer after her 3rd year) Her mum dies: 15 (summer after her 4th year) She dates Rohyn: 15-16 She breaks up with him Dad announces he is dating Katrina She gets with Albus: 16 (winter of 5th year) Her dad announces engagement to Katrina: 16 (spring of 5th year) Dad marries Katrina and she refuses to go and starts to live with her grandparents: 16 (summer after 5th year) Moves out to her own flat: 17 (winter of 6th year)

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Character 2

Name: Rose Lily (Potter) Lupin

Nickname(s): Ro (everyone)

Birthday (Zodiac): July 31st, 1980 Leo)

Age per film:

The Sorcerer's Stone: 10-11 The Chamber of Secrets: 12 The Prisoner of Azkaban: 13 The Goblet of Fire: 14 The Order of the Phoenix: 14-15 The Half-Blood Prince: 16 The Deathly Hallows Part 1: 16-17 The Deathly Hallows Part 2: 17 The Epilogue: 37

Where she was born: (according to Google this is where Godric's Hollow is) Godric's Hollow in the West Country of England

Parent(s): Lily J. Evans (mother) and James Fleamont Potter (father)

Sibling(s): Harry J. Potter (1980)

Partner(s): Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini

Child(ren): Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy (2006) and Estella Cissy Malfoy (2008)

Job: Travel photographer

Physical Description:

House: Slytherin Blood: Half-Blood Quidditch Position: Chaser Hair: curly dark red, dark red with black streaks/highlights/tips (15-24), and blonde (41-45) Eyes: brown Height: 173.863 cm (5’8.45) Scars: one on her left forearm and on the top of her right hand Tattoos: a few on her left forearm and one on her right hand Favorite colors: dark lime green (#104e2e), dark almost black blue (#1a2326), and light grey-violet (#896ab9)

Events in life:

Is separated from Harry once she turned a year/moved in with Remus and Sirius Is raised by Remus with the help of Andromeda and Ted Tonks: 1-17 Is aware that Voldemort killed her parents as she grew up Finds out that Harry is her brother whilst ease dropping on Andy and Remus before she started Hogwarts: 10 Is placed in Slytherin: 11 Moves into Grimmauld Place with Remus and Sirius: 13 (summer after 3rd year) Begins living with Andy and Ted more: 15 (summer after 5th year) Starts dating Blaise Zabini Gets placed into the Slug Club: 16 (fall/winter of 6th year) Continues to be at Hogwarts, attempting to help Ginny and the rest of the kids at Hogwarts: 17 Tells Harry the truth because what was the point of keeping it silent at the point of the end of the war: 18 Helps ensure everything with Teddy is settled: 17-20 Breaks up with Blaise: 20 Travels the world, selling photos to both muggle and wizarding papers/magazines: 20-24 Begins to secretly date Draco: 24-25 Gets pregnant with Scorpius and has to come out about their relationship, ruining her relationship with Harry Has Scorpius: 25 Marries Draco: 26 Has a daughter Estella: 28 Falls ill mysteriously for a year or so: 40-41

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[gemslittlelibrary]

Sister Holiday is not your average nun. Queer, heavily tattooed, and with a fractured past, she doesn’t seem like the type to abandon worldly pleasures and devote her life to God. And yet, here she is, living in New Orleans and working at  Saint Sebastian’s School. Her life, however, is far from serene. When Saint Sebastian’s is targeted by a firebug, she decides to take matters into her own gloved hands and find the culprit.

I was extremely excited to read Scorched Grace by Margot Douaihy. A queer nun? A mystery? New Orleans?! It sounded off-beat, exciting, and right up my alley. And it was…sort of. The overall premise of the book is fantastic, but the execution left a bit to be desired. Rather than a flowing narrative with memorable, fleshed-out characters, Scorched Grace felt like a bunch of scenes slammed together and populated by one-note characters. Reading it was a bit like a fever dream.

My first major issue was the lack of logic. This is a thriller, and Sister Holiday isn’t a member of law enforcement. In other books, she would be seen as a meddler, possibly a suspect. Although she is under suspicion, the lead detective quickly accepts her presence and takes her to active crime scenes. Readers are assured that Sister Holiday has always been a “snoop”, and has that reputation, yet in the numerous flashbacks to her pre-nun life, this is never shown, or even mentioned. This aspect completely took me out of the immersion of the story and removed any stakes regarding her meddling. 

As the main character, you might expect to know a lot about Sister Holiday by the end of the book. Why is she so into solving crime? What caused her to become a nun? Unfortunately, the only adjectives I can find to describe her are Catholic, queer, and mean. Her faith is obvious, and is a consistent theme throughout the novel, which I did appreciate. Her queerness, on the other hand, seems to consist entirely of mentioning her knowledge of being in the closet, her long affair with a married woman, and a truly uncomfortable scene thick with sexual tension. As a queer person, it felt a bit like the author wanted to show how queerness can fit in with the Catholic faith, but her only way of doing so was having a nun be queer. There isn’t any real interaction between the two, so while I appreciate the effort, it fell flat to me. I don’t know if the Douaihy herself is queer, though, so it is possible that this is simply a reflection of her lived experience. 

As for Sister Holiday’s abrasive personality and sense of superiority, her attitude towards those around her prevent any of them from having actual depth. A few examples include: Mean nun, atheist teacher, and bad student. The latter, whose name is Prince, acts out frequently, possibly due to the fact that he was stranded on his roof as a child during Hurricane Katrina. Rather than trying to understand and sympathize with him, Sister Holiday assumes he’s the arsonist, going so far as to physically assault him to make a point. She isn’t punished for this, and we aren’t meant to see it as an issue. She’s just “good at fighting”.

As the novel progresses, Sister Holiday suspects everyone around her…except the culprit. The firebug turns out to be Sister Augustine, the head of the Order, an elderly woman who believes she’s carrying out God’s commands. So why doesn’t the so-called “super sleuth” harbor suspicion towards the actual culprit? 

Sister Holiday’s past is shown in fractured flashbacks, most of which involve her affair and hard-partying days. A few, however, touch on her familial situation. After coming out to her parents, who reacted poorly, she became estranged with them, but returns when she learns her mom has cancer. Sister Holiday feels responsible for her mother’s eventual death. Per her mother’s request, they had gone for a drive, before Sister Holiday decided to go party in a bar, leaving her mother locked in the car outside. The car goes up in flames, and she dies. 

Sister Augustine, then, is meant to be Sister Holiday’s surrogate mother, but this isn’t really shown. She accepted Holiday into the Order, and was nice to her, but that’s about it. However, we don’t learn much about Sister Holiday’s relationship with her actual mother, so I suppose both relationships have an equal amount of depth.

Scorched Grace is the first book in what will be a series, and it’s already being turned into a TV show. Perhaps that’s why it feels so confusing and disjointed…was it written for TV before changing into a novel? 

It’s received wonderful reviews, which I don’t quite understand. Have you read this book? Have I missed something?

Overall rating: 🌟🌟

[elspethsalazar]

elspeth had once heard that grief was only love prevailing. she supposed that much was true. perhaps that was why she moved with such a heaviness, weighed down with the loss of the one person she had ever loved enough to give her entire being to. her sister. their throat ran dry, and tattooed shoulders shrugged. “i don’t know. maybe. i think people not wanting to be alone leads them to do crazy things,” like tear down everything that was good in their lives. like throw fame, fortune, and hope down the drain like old water. “i don’t know if i’m a particularly good person, either, but thank you. i just don’t want to be a lonely old spinster for the rest of my life, you know? but then again, it might get in the way of us getting our band signed. it almost broke us up once, i don’t want it to happen again.” fleetwood mac without the fame. they had to at least wait until they signed a record deal, right?

they were plunged into silence. their eyes glasses over, and elspeth played with the hem of a jacket hanging from one of the many railings. their mind flashed to the scene, all red and blue lights. a car, in pieces. her sister, no longer there. a warmth spread across their arms, burning, unpleasant. “i don’t know.” was their honest answer. if they knew where love came from, they would have cauterised the wound years ago to stop the pain. they would have tugged it out of themself like a magician threading handkerchiefs from their sleeve. “that sounds beautiful. i think you deserve to love yourself just as much as you love everyone around you, though. you need that energy to be able to share it out. i believe in that, in retribution.” they were reminded of the fact whenever they saw a butterfly or a bird flutter by, a rainbow, the light skipping off water. rosa was there, in the rustling of leaves, in the eyes of newborn kittens. energy was never destroyed, never created, only repurposed. she hoped that love was the same.

"this has been nice." albeit heartbreaking. elspeth knew she would be reflecting on the conversation for the rest of the evening. maybe she would scrawl it down in lyrics, put it to a base line, thrust the idea beneath jackson's nose. "thank you for taking the time to talk to me. also, i think you should buy all of the cool things you've found today. get yourself a little boost of serotonin." she took a shirt off the hanger, a vintage katrina and the waves graphic on the front, "and i'll get this as a little treat."

"Do you ever wonder what drives us to not want to be alone?" Lale asked rather seamlessly. "I've wondered for as long as I can remember. How is it that people can both disappoint us, let us down and break our hearts and still we seek them out. Hunt down the feeling of love and whatever that means. Be it comfortable silences or someone who is okay with the fact that you sometimes steal your neighbors limes." Lale smiled warmly, "I think you'll find whatever its your looking for- not because I believe in fate or anything, but because you're kind and I can't believe that good people end up without someone who feels that way a soulmate should." Lale was half tempted to set Elspeth up with Matty, the thought circled her mind and a small but loud part of her selfishly shot it down each time she got close to mentioning him.

"I have a couple sisters who are whirlwinds. I love them tho and a few single friends who might not kill me if I set them up." Lale laughed quietly at the thought of setting anyone she knew up on a blind date. "That begs the question...where does love come from?" Lale shifted to grab something off the shelf to add to her growing pile of things to buy. "I've been pretty hollowed out before. Giving childbirth it took more than I imagined but then seeing my son, holding him for the first time. It was like for a moment I existed between two worlds.

A place of complete hollowness. Literally after having a human inside me for close to ten months it was like a part of me was gone and the brutal nature of birth-" Lale swallowed away the thought- she'd cried for her mother when she was in birth with her son, wailed and begged any Gods who'd listen to bring her mother to her. It went unanswered, she was a seventeen-year-old girl clueless, motherless- parentless for that matter becoming torn as she became the version of parents she'd always hoped for- alive and present. "but once he was in my arms I had no energy left in me but I was holding all the love of the world in my arms. Sometimes it still feels like that. Being a mother and having all my love outside of me. Walking around and eating up all the snacks I bought." She half-joked to loosen the tightness in her chest. "I know what you mean. Love yourself otherwise, there is no way you can love others as the best version of you."

[cevansbrat0007]

The Tests, The Ultrasound, & The Truth

Summary: Reader and Andy may or may not receive confirmation that the Barber Brood is expanding. 

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Surprises, Cursing (maybe), Minors DNI

A/N: So many folks said they were on board with Barber Baby No. 3. Will it happen? Let me know what you think. As always, feedback is welcome. All mistakes are my own. Thanks for reading. 

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“Y/N, unlock the door and let me sit in there with you.” Andy knocks his fist against the wood. 

“No. I’m peeing. Now be quiet before you wake up the girls.” You hiss from your spot on the toilet. 

“So what? I pee. I’ve seen you pee. Open it already.” Your husband sounds frustrated. 

“I’m midstream, Andrew. Just be patient.” 

“Just promise you won’t look at the results without me, okay?”

“Oh my god, you are seriously the most ridiculous man that I have ever married.” You huff from the other side of the door.

“I can live with that - wait!” Your words finally catch up with him. “Just how many times have you been married?” He asks, his eyes wide. 

“You know what I mean! I’m almost done, okay?” Finishing up, you drop the third test onto the paper towel resting on the sink. “Just let me wash my hands.”

“I don’t like locked doors in this house.” Your husband growls.

“Duly noted, Big Guy.” You quickly dry your hands before opening the door. Andy is leaning against it so hard that he almost falls inside.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He mutters as he rights himself. “I just didn’t want you to have to be alone for this. This time it’s gonna take. I know it.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. So after that night where your hubby had gone positively feral for you, you both had been committed to trying for baby number three. But so far, no luck. To be fair, you hadn’t necessarily been planning or trying for Bianca or Katrina. It had just kind of happened. Bianca had been somewhat of a surprise - a welcomed surprise. And Katrina, well, once your hearts and minds were open…

It was like BAM! And there she was. 

God had gifted you with your little firecracker and your little bookworm. It was your hope that maybe he sought to gift you with one more. One more baby to make your little family complete. 

“We’ve got a few minutes, Andy. Relax.” You pat his bare chest. “Do you even have any room for more tattoos?” Your fingers trail over your three names inked on his chest, right below his heart. 

“I will find room for however many more children you’re willing to give me.” He murmurs. 

“And if I can’t give you anymore?” You whisper, trying to keep the tears at bay. “If Bianca and Katrina are our only two?”

“Then I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole goddamned world. I’ve been graced with more luck than any man should have.” You search his eyes, knowing without a doubt that he means every word.   

You sniffle, just as the timer goes off on your phone. 

“Look together?” He whispers. 

“Yeah.” Holding hands, you go look at the tests, steeling yourself for the coming disappointment. You don’t realize that you’ve closed your eyes until you hear your husband say the words:

“Baby. Two lines.”

“What?” You can’t breathe.

“They all read two - well this one says “pregnant”. So the same thing, I suppose.”

You don’t remember much after that.

When you finally emerge from your shock, you find yourself on the floor in Andy’s arms. 

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One Week Later…

While the girls are at school, you and your husband arrive at your OBGYN’s office for your initial ultrasound appointment. You know you’ve got to be squeezing Andy’s hand to the point of pain, but he doesn’t say a word, so you feign ignorance.

“Y/N, it’s all going to be okay.” Your husband tells you.

“I know that.” You grumble. “I’m the one who spent the whole ride over telling you the exact same thing.”

“Good.” He grunts. “So glad we agree.” You roll your eyes, but you don’t stop squeezing.

Eventually they call you both back. Well, they call you back. But they’d be crazy if they thought that you were going back there without your husband. You wouldn’t even dream of it. He’d break the door down without thinking twice.

Once you and Andy are in a room, the Admin Tech takes your vitals and then hands you a gown to change into.” 

She shuts the door as you level a playful look at your husband. 

“Can you at least, I don’t know, turn around maybe while I change?”

“Nope.” He grunts, crossing his impressive arms in front of his chest. “Keep going. A little strip show might be just what I need to calm my nerves.” He blows you a kiss. Which you pretend to grab, throw to the ground, and stomp on.

“So violent.” He murmurs. “Turns me on.”

“Hush already. Let me focus.” 

You make quick work of getting into your paper thin doctor’s gown and then you hop up on the table to wait for the sonographer.  

With a sigh, you try to idle your mind as Andy checks a few emails. 

“Hey, I almost forgot, mom wants us to come over for dinner on Sunday. So maybe think about that if you feel like it. She’s apparently bought some new books for the girls and –”

And in comes the sonographer. 

“Well, hello Mr. and Mrs. Barber! So nice to see you back again. I’m Margot.” Says Asian looking woman. “So happy to see you both again today. How have you been?”

“Good. We’ve been really good, right Andy? We’ve got two happy, healthy baby girls at home. Can’t complain.”  

He nods.

“We’re just praying for a third healthy kiddo. That’s all.”

Andy nods again. 

“I completely understand. So let’s get to it, shall we?” She goes to review your paperwork. “It says here that you realized you were pregnant after taking a test about a week ago?”

“Yep.” You squeeze Andy’s hand. 

“And you’d been trying for a while, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you understand that as woman who is approaching what we call advanced age -”

“Errp. Sorry, I know. I just turned thirty-four. But I know, it’s every year after thirty, right?”

“Sorry.” Margot apologizes. “I just have to explain it all.” 

“You are fine. I’m sorry if that came off as snippy. I, in no way, meant for t to come off like that. Thank you so much for doing your job.” You flash her what you hope comes off as an apologetic smile. “Mrs. Barber, thank you, but you’re fine. I’ve seen you before, remember? You’re one of my easiest patients.” She reaches over to squeeze your hand. 

“How about we just take a look, okay?” You nod and look over at Andy, almost as if you’d forgotten he was there.

“You alright, Big Man?” He just nods. “Just want to see. And then we can talk.” His voice is hoarse. 

“Okay, give me your hand right now.” He does it. “Now you hold on to me, Andrew Barber, good or bad. You got that?”

Your man nods again. “Alright, Margot.”

She lifts your gown up over your belly and smears some gel across it. Warm gel this time.

“Okay,” Margot mutters. “Let’s see what we see.”

Andy’s hand never lets go of yours, not even for a moment. 

“Uh huh.” Margot murmurs as she moves the wand over and across your belly. “Uh huh. Hmm.”

“Hmm what?” You ask her, wanting to confirm. 

“Just one more moment. I want to make sure.” 

You allow yourself a deep breath. You’d been holding it in for far too long.

“Okay, well, Mr. and Mrs. Barber…let me be the first to congratulate you on your pregnancy. And on the fact that it appears that...you’re having twins.”

You sit there in a haze, as the other man’s hand that is clutching your own goes slack. You watch in silent slow motion as he falls to the floor, while Margot quickly radios for assistance.

“Andy!” You half climb, half fall off of the table, still covered in gel. “Andrew, baby, wake up!” You place his head in your lap and stroke his face. He begins to wake up just as other attendants run into the room.

“That woman said two babies.” He slurs at you.

“Yes, she did.”

He passes out again.

END

[bbbeowulf]

lavender lookbook ༊*·˚

intro ·˚ ༘

i took a small break from editing townies, and wanted to make a sim based off one of my favorite colors! i LOVE the way she came out, and i hope you guys do too :)

katrina ༉‧₊˚.

i tried to give katrina modernized y2k fashion with slight alternative elements. she has a few small tattoos and all of her outfits incorporate lavender. her eyeshadow is also purple! she is so pretty!

outro ✧˚ · .

i'm gonna get back to editing townies i promise hdgsf thank u so much for reading my post!

body shape, skin tone, physical features, traits, names, & hair and eye color (etc.) were not changed!

EDIT 09/29/2023: no wcif, I’m sorry!! I lost all of these mods and cc ages ago :(

[priscillaasims]

Townie makeover Part 5! I am having so much fun giving all the pre-made townies makeovers! I can’t stop! haha This post will be the Caliente/Lothario household. I gave Dina and Nina two everyday outfits because I wanted to give them their Sims 2 outfits and an outfit I put together. Hope you like them!  

Thank you to all the amazing CC creators!

CC linked below!

(When I am doing townie makeovers,  I try not to change their face structure too much. I only adjust the chin and eyebrows. I like to have my townies look close to the original EA creation. I just enhance their appearance by putting on better hair, clothes, and skin overlays. I hope you like them!)

Katrina:

Hair @antosims // Earrings @christopher067 // Nails @blahberry-pancake // Bag @theslyd // Top (TSR) // Bottoms @dyoreos // Shoes @mmsims 

Dina:

Outfit 1 - 

Hair @enriques4 // Earrings @christopher067 // Dress @manueapinny // Shoes @dallasgirl79 // Nails @simtone

Outfit 2 - 

Hair (TSR) @simcelebrity00 // Bag @theslyd // Top @greenllamas // Bottoms @grafity-cc // Shoes @dallasgirl79 

Nina: 

Outfit 1 - 

Hair @enriques4 // Top EA // Bottoms @trillyke // Shoes @theslyd // Nails @synthsims

Outfit 2 - 

Top @grafity-cc // Fishnet tights  @helgatisha // Bottoms @manueapinny // Shoes @trillyke

Don Lothario: 

Hair (TSR) @wingssims // Beard (Jacob N46) @pralinesims // Earrings @pralinesims // Tattoo EA // Body Hair @luumiasims // Top @aharris00britney // Bottoms @clumsyalienn // Shoes (Anton Shoes High cut) @liliili-sims