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Salt in Our Wounds - Chapter III

Summary-> Things continue to grow more complicated for you with your charge. In more than one way. But there are some bright spots.

Pairing-> Gus March-Phillipps/Reader

Word Count-> 6.5k

Chapters-> I II

Warnings-> PG: Language, Deception, References to WWII

Inspiration-> Since my favorite demon, @littlefreya, asked so nicely. The one and only Chaos Major, Gus March-Phillipps.

Author’s Note-> I hope you enjoy! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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With Edmund back at his own home, your father asleep in his chair and the dinner dishes washed, then put away, you rubbed at your face, finally feeling the exhaustion of the day bear down on you. Your muscles were sore and you had a throbbing headache behind your eyes.

But your day wasn't quite over yet.

You filled a glass with water and brought it downstairs, in the off chance your guest woke up in the night, thirsty. The lanterns had been turned down low and the electric light had been turned off, in the cellar room, you thought nothing of it as you entered. Until you noticed the camp bed was empty.

“Oh-” You gasped, eyes wide with surprise, when you felt a warm and strong palm close around your mouth, muffling the startled scream you let out, the glass of water slipping from your fingers and shattering on the hard packed, dirt floor, splashing over your slippers.

“Calm yourself.” A deep, British accent rumbled low in your ear, whiskers tickling your skin. “I'm not going to hurt you. But you are going to answer my questions.” He said, pulling you backwards with him as he moved towards the cellar door, listening for any noise from the house upstairs, before pulling the door closed. “I'm going to remove my hand.”

“Don't make me regret it, love.”

Gulping thickly, stomach twisted in sick knots, you nodded in reply. He slowly removed his hand, in preparation of you crying out for help, but you were too frightened to make a peep. Nodding his head, he moved around you, gingerly holding a hand to his wound.

“Where am I?” He asked, piercing you with his stunning blue eyes. “Come now.” He cooed, when you continued to gawk at him, reaching up with his free hand to gently pinch your chin between his thumb and fingers, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.

“You're in the village of Saint-Thurney.” You blurted out, biting the inside of your cheek. “Just off the coast of the English Channel.”

“We're still in France?” He asked, his brows drawing together.

“Ye-yes.” You stuttered, blinking at him.

“You don't sound French.” He said, a light of deep suspicion filling his eyes as he regarded you more closely.

“Well, that's because I'm not.” You replied, frowning back at him. “My family and I moved here for a quieter life, before all this war nonsense broke out.” You explained, watching the beads of sweat on his forehead begin to drip down the edge of his nose. “You need to sit down, before you pass out.” You told him, reaching up to close your hand around the wrist of the hand he still held your chin with.

“I'm fine.” He dismissed you, despite becoming a bit pale.

“No, you're not.” You snapped at him, concerned. “You've been shot and washed ashore, with a fever.” You scolded him, pulling his hand away from your face and attempted to tug him over to the bed, but couldn't budge his large frame.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. “I could be the enemy, a collaborator, or at the least a sympathizer. For all you know, that's why I was shot.”

You looked him over, studying him. “You could be.” You nodded, though your gut still felt he wasn't. “But what I do know is you're injured and sick. I can't let you go untended for it.”

“You're a strange woman.” He chuckled, smirking at you.

“And you're a strange man that washed up on my beach.” You countered, cocking a brow at him.

“I'm Gus.” He offered his name, feeling a small measure of trust in you.

“It's been eventful, Gus.” You replied, then offered your own name to him. “Please, you're pale and sweating quite profusely. I don't want you to pass out.” You begged him, motioning to the bed.

Gus lifted an amused eyebrow at you for a second, before humoring you and sitting down in the chair. “How far is your little town from Dieppe?” He asked, grimacing at the discomfort.

“I'm not all that sure. All I know is we're north of it.” You replied, shaking your head. “Um, give me a moment.” You said, turning to go back upstairs, but Gus's hand shot out to grab your wrist, halting you. “I'm just going upstairs to grab one of the maps my father has in the sitting room. He's been tracking some of the German's movements.”

“Has he now?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “My father was a soldier in the Great War, for the British Empire. It cost him dearly, so I would kindly ask you to wipe that assumption off your face.” You hissed at him, not liking the glint in Gus's orbs.

“My apologies, my lady.” He replied, tipping his head forward. “I meant no offense.” He tried to assure you, letting go of your wrist.

Silently going out, you crept up the stairs, wincing as the ancient wood steps creaked beneath your tiptoes. The flames in the fireplace were just high enough to keep the sitting room warm, while only casting a strong enough glow you could just see the outline of everything to navigate by. Your father sat slumped in his armchair, stocking feet propped up on an ottoman and his blanket tucked around his softly pudgy middle.

You couldn't stop the sweet smile that pulled on your lips as you stopped a short distance from him, listening to his rough snores, the flickering flames catching on the glass of his glasses. Reaching out, you slowly and gently removed them from his face, folding and tucking them into the front pocket of his pajamas; where he could find them in the morning. Turning your attention back to your task, you made your way over to the roll top desk your father kept his maps in, rifling through them for one that wasn't marked up with the battle fronts and supply lines. You knew your father would inquire as to where it was, if you took one of those.

Finding a new map, rolled up and held closed with an elastic band, you slowly pulled it out of the stack, shooting a look over your shoulder as your father snorted in his sleep suddenly, but didn't stir. Letting out a sigh and closing the desk, you scurried out of the sitting room, pausing momentarily to grab your broom and dustpan to sweep up the shards of the glass you had dropped.

“Here.” You held out the rolled up map to Gus, returning to the cellar and finding him still sitting where you left him.

“Thank you.” He nodded, taking it.

Nodding back, you set the dust pan down on the floor and set about sweeping up your mess, while Gus removed the elastic band and spread the map out on the table, turning up the oil lamp that was beside it. Squinting at the small print names of towns, villages and cities along the coast, in search of the seaport of Dieppe in the Normandy region of Northern France. Tapping his index finger against it, he traced his other pointer finger up until he found Saint-Thurney, in the region of Hauts-de-France, letting out a growling hum as he did.

“Did you find it?” You asked, bent as you corralled the broken glass pieces into the metal dust pan.

“Aye, I did.” Gus replied, pushing his jaw forward, lips pursed in agitation. “We're eighty-four kilometers north of it.”

“Is that where you were injured?” You asked, standing back up, clapping your hands together to dust them off. “Off the coast of Dieppe?”

Gus's eyes shot up to you, guarded and suspicious.

“I found you washed ashore. So, unless you were shot, then driven eighty some kilometers from Dieppe and dumped on our beach, which is awfully out of the way to get rid of someone. Wartime or no. You had to either be near the Channel when it happened or already in the Channel.”

The suspicion in his eyes slowly melted into a look of impressed understanding. “You're very smart and forward, for a young lady.” He chuckled, smirking at you, but his gaze was still guarded as he twisted the end of his mustache.

“I was primarily raised by my father and brother, mostly my brother. So, my lady-like manners aren't as refined as they should be.” You confessed, though there was no apology in your voice or expression. “And I'm not quite a young lady, either.”

“I surely doubt you're not an old maid.” Gus remarked, cocking a brow as his eyes moved over you. “You can't be more than-” He pressed his lips together. “Twenty-six.”

“Flattery.” You giggled, a warmth blooming in your cheeks. “And you are trying to change the subject.”

Gus's smirk turned smug and devilish. “Quite.” He nodded, his brow twitching slightly. “I was injured in Dieppe. The circumstances are--” He paused, rubbing sweaty temples for a moment. “Fuzzy.”

“Are you in pain?” You asked, frowning at him, concerned by the pale flush to his face and the sweat still dripping down his face.

“I am.”

You grabbed the cloth from where it laid on the camp bed and used it to gently dab at his forehead and the sides of his neck. “You should lay back down, Gus.” You cooed at him, brushing a damp curl off his forehead. “I can get one of the morphine tablets Dr. Tremblay left for you.” You said, motioning to the tawny-colored bottle on the table.

Sitting quietly for a long time, Gus finally nodded and moved over to the bed, groaning and hissing as the movement pulled on his wound and stitches. You half covered him, before heading back upstairs for a fresh glass of water.

“Here.” You said quietly, handing over the water and took one of the round, white tablets out of the medicine bottle.

“Thank you.” He nodded at you, popping it in his mouth and chugging down most of the water.

“Are you hungry at all?” You inquired, biting your lip. “I have some food left over from dinner.” You told him, turning your upper body towards the door. “It's not much, but it's something on your stomach.”

“No, thanks.” Gus answered, letting his eyes fall shut. “I don't have an appetite just now.”

“All right.” You nodded, biting your lip. “I'll let you rest then. I'll come and see you in the morning.” You assured him, moving towards the door.

“Thank you.” Gus called out to you. “For what you're doing.” He elaborated, as you paused. “Most people during these times would have just left me to die or alerted the authorities. Let alone take me into their home, called a doctor and tended to me.”

You smiled, chuckling softly, before quipping. “Well, I believe we've established I'm no ordinary woman.”

“True enough.” He snorted back, feeling the drowsiness of the morphine start to seep into his body.

“Good night.” You bid him.

“Night.” Gus mumbled back, dozing off.

Upon waking the next morning, you laid in bed for a long while, listening to the distant rush of waves crashing on the shore and excited calls of birds. The day before felt surreal and part of you wondered if the events had actually happened. Had you truly found a wounded man washed up on your favorite beach, during wartime? Did you and your brother honestly sneak him into your home, so you could try and save him?

“Did we?” You asked the streaks of sunlight coming through the window beside your bed.

There was a knock on your door, breaking you free of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You called out, rubbing at your face and sitting up.

“Are you decent?” Edmund's voice called back.

Sighing, reality crashing back around you. “One moment!” You scurried out of bed and grabbed your robe off the back of the chair, securing it on, before you opened the door for your brother. “Good morning.” You greeted him.

“He is awake.” He replied under his breath.

“Oh yes, he is awake.” You nodded, biting your lip, remembering your interaction with Gus the night before. “He woke up a couple of hours after dinner.” You explained to Edmund.

“Why didn't you come and get me!” He hissed, glancing over his shoulder, towards the stairs, worried your father would hear.

“I—it honestly hadn't occurred to me at the moment, Edmund.” You told him, biting your lip.

“Didn't occur to you! He could have harmed you and Pops!” He scolded you, eye twitching with pent up anger. “I could have come over this morning to your dead-”

“Edmund, calm yourself.” You cut him off, watching the vein in his temple start to bulge. “He didn't harm me. He didn't even leave the cellar. What he did was startle me, when I found him out of the cot. Beyond that, he was quite courteous. Secretive and strange, but nothing but a gentleman.” You assured your brother. “I'm guessing you went down to look at him?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I did. Found him sitting up, staring at a map.”

“Oh, the stubbornness of men!” You huffed, shoving Edmund away from your door and closing it, rushing to get dressed. “I'll get breakfast going, if you want any. I'm sure Willa hasn't bothered, since it's not noon yet and she's not graced the living.” You said, coming back out in a whirlwind, Edmund still standing in the hallway.

“Just wait for me in the kitchen.”

“I'm not leaving you alone with that man.” Edmund huffed at you, close on your heels as you went downstairs.

“Good morning, Papa!” You sang out, the sound of the radio reaching you from the sitting room, your father listening intently to it.

“Morning, Peanut!” He replied, not looking up at you.

Smiling, you turned and went downstairs, into the cellar. “Good morning, Gus.” You smirked at his hunched back, a hint of sarcasm in your eyes.

“Morning.” Gus replied, leaning back in his chair to regard you. “Has my nurse come to pester me?” He asked, chuckling, amused at the glint of your glare.

“I have.” You nodded, reaching out and brushing the stray curl aside to rest your hand on his forehead, feeling the heat in his skin. “You're not as warm as you were last night.” You commented, letting your hand drop. “So, your fever is dropping. But I still need to give you the shot Dr. Tremblay ordered yesterday.”

“Right.” Gus nodded, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt, to pull it off.

“Mm-mm.” You hummed at him, shaking your head.

“What?” He frowned at you.

“Thigh.” You smirked at him, grabbing the antibiotic vial and syringe that Tremblay left behind for you.

“Explains why I don't have any trousers on.” Gus snorted, his blue eyes catching Edmund's, which were ablaze with protective suspicion. “Your bodyguard.” He asked, a sharp edge of wit in his voice.

“Brothers are like that.” You smiled, moving in front of Gus.

“So, not your husband then.” He inquired, meeting your eye.

“Ew.” You giggled, shaking your head, tugging up one side of his boxers. “No offense, Edmund.” You added, biting your lip as you gently pinched the thick muscle at the top of his thigh.

“None taken, Peanut.” Edmund replied, scowling at Gus.

“Why don't you go upstairs, Captain?” You suggested to Edmund, carefully injecting the needle. “We're all right down here.” You said, biting your lip in concentration as you pushed the plunger down.

Edmund lingered for a minute, before turning on his boot heels and storming back upstairs, making a ruckus as he did.

“I'm sorry about him.” You said to Gus, removing the needle and setting it aside. “It's just that he's very protective.”

“And I'm just some strange man, that washed ashore on your beach, that's now holed up in your basement.” Gus chuckled, nodding his head in understanding, but frowned at you. “You called him, Captain. But he's not in the military, is he?”

You drew a deep breath, held it for a second with a thoughtful look on your face, before sighing. “No, Edmund isn't. He tried to join the military when the war broke out, but they turned him away.” You explained to him, your heart sore for your brother.

Edmund was loyal, steadfast and capable. He was quite patriotic as well, for the home you had come from and the home you had made in France. Even when he couldn't serve for them on the front lines, or even behind the lines. You wished with all your heart Edmund could march in those neat lines, in a snappy uniform, to officially hold the rank of Captain. Knowing the void it filled in him. But due to an unfortunate medical condition, no branch of the military would have him, in even a desk job.

“Why wouldn't they take him?” Gus asked, frowning with confusion. “He looks more than able.” He commented, having seen Edmund's lean and muscular body.

“Oh yes, bodily he is. Mentally as well.” You agreed, fussing with the fabric of your skirt. “But it's his eyes that are the issue.” You licked your lips and looked up at Gus. “He has an eye condition, Retinitis Pigmentosa. It causes you to lose your vision over time. It starts with your night vision, then your peripheral vision, before you go blind completely.”

“Currently, Eddie has no night vision to speak of and his side vision is becoming blurry. So, he's kept his trade as a carpenter.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Gus said, his eyes soft on you. “Can I ask why you call him Captain?”

You giggled quietly, a fond memory coming to mind. “Our father was a Major, in the Great War, and had a good many metals for it.” You explained to him, a distant look in your eye. “Among other things.” You mumbled, quietly. “Edmund loved his memorabilia as a child and would wear them all the time, showing them off to anybody and everybody that would look and listen to how our father got them.” You laughed, smiling. “Our father had given Edmund one of his patches, the one that had once identified him as a Captain.” You paused, biting your lip and furrowing your brow.

“Mother left when I was five and Edmund was fifteen. I don't remember much of that day, other than my father being in one of his fits and Edmund sending me next door for a while. When he came back to get me, he told me it was just going to be us now. But not to worry, he was the Captain of the house and he'd make sure everything would be all right.”

“You took to calling him Captain, as a nickname.” Gus grinned, understanding and touched.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, somber. “We refer to our father as Major, from time to time as well.”

“Well, that'll make things awkward, while I'm your guest.” Gus laughed, smirking at you.

“Why's that?” You frowned at him.

Gus sighed, his face turning to an expression of seriousness. “I'm a Major in the British Army.” He confessed to you, flexing his fingers.

“So, you are on our side.” You replied, the corners of your lips twitching with relief to know you were right about him.

“What side would that be?” He asked, his eyes squinting slightly.

“Well, we're not holding you hostage, Major. We're hiding you from the German patrol in our village, that has already almost caught us with you once, to start with.” You told him, bluntly. “While tending to your wound.” You said, pointing to the hole in his shirt. “So, we're on your side. Which is just unfortunately occupied.”

“There's a German patrol post here?” Gus asked, tensing.

“Yes. An annoying one at that.”

“Annoying how?”

“It was a very small patrol, when they first gained control of France. Perhaps fifteen of them.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. “But three months ago, half of the main German Patrol moved from Rue to here. You can fit Saint-Thurney in part of Rue. We don't know why they've moved. It's been kept hushed and with that hush an increase in their patrols around town. It was a miracle I found you on the beach before they did.”

“It would seem so.” Gus nodded, troubled.

“Do you recall anything of your ordeal?” You asked, frowning at him. “How you got injured? Or into the water?”

Gus carded a hand through his nest of curls, shaking his head. “The last thing I recall was being with my men in Dieppe. Everything after that is still fuzzy and dark.”

“Perhaps you were ambushed?” You bit your lip, knowing you were reaching.

“It's possible.” He sighed, before shrugging his shoulders. “I'm sure it'll come back to me.”

“I'm sure it will.” You answered, offering him a soft smile. “Until then, I should head back upstairs and start breakfast.” You sighed, moving towards the door. “Would you like some coffee or tea?” You offered, politely.

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” Gus replied, with a kind tilt of his head.

“Coming right down.” You smirked, scurrying back upstairs.

“Are you all right?” Edmund asked as you entered the kitchen.

“I'm fine, Eddie.” You sighed, shaking your head at him. “You don't have anything to worry about with him. He's ever the gentleman you are.” You told him, opening the pantry door and removing your apron off the hook, tying it around you. “Did you go down to the store and get the supplies, like I asked last night?”

“Yes.” Edmund grunted, fetching the small crate from by the door. “Remi added a bit more tea leaves. Said, he knows how much you love your cuppas.” He informed you, setting the crate on the kitchen counter.

“What a sweetheart.” You giggled, plucking the brown paper bag of loose tea leaves out of the supplies and dropped it beside the stove, before digging through for the coffee grounds. “We need--” You tilted your head back, cocking a brow at your father for a second, before looking at Edmund. “To get our guest, some clothing.”

“Clothes.” Edmund snapped at you, brows creasing so deeply, they almost touched.

“Well, his shirt has a hole in it.” You scolded your brother, eyes rolling. “And you can tell by looking at them, that they're not clothing anyone from around here would wear.”

“Who's going to see him?” He argued further.

“What if the Patrol does one of their searches?” You countered, giving him a smug look.

“That's what the hidden door and the damn shelves are for, Peanut!” He huffed at you. “To hide him, so if the Patrol comes searching the houses, they won't find him.”

“Still, it's rude, Edmund.” You huffed, filling your tea pot and putting it on the stove to boil. “He can't stay down there in filthy clothing.”

Edmund rubbed his face. “Fine.” He sighed, giving in. “I'll find him something to wear. If it'll make you so happy.”

“It will.” You answered, smirking at him. “It's only the polite thing to do, and you know it.”

“Of course, my dear sister.” He huffed, playfully rolling his eyes at you, before kissing your cheek. “I'll be back for breakfast. I made a call to Duprée for some lumber, to start building our guest's paradise downstairs.”

“All right, it should be done by then.” You nodded, patting him gently on the chest.

Gus sipped at the coffee you had kindly brewed for him. You had even brought him a few books from the bookcases in the sitting room, so he had something to occupy his time, other than staring at the map. He looked at the covers of Gulliver's Travels, the Great Gatsby, the Pickwick Papers and Of Mice and Men, before picking up the latter. Thumbing it open to the first page, he rested back in his seat, finding it more comfortable than the camp bed to recline in.

He hadn't gotten far into the chapter, before hearing footsteps coming back down the basement stairs and cast a glance through the half open cellar door, catching sight of Edmund coming down, with several boards on his shoulder. Gus folded the corner of his page and set the book aside, pushing himself up with a muffled groan.

“Do you want some help with that?” He asked, stopping short of the stairs.

“Nope.” Edmund replied, reaching the bottom. “I'm more than positive, if you look at these boards sideways, my sister will come down here and beat the both of us.” He said, his voice humorless, but Gus laughed anyway.

“I'm sure you're right.” He smirked, glancing up the stairs, hearing the bumps and clinks coming from the kitchen. “She's a gentle, but firm, nurse.”

“That she is.” Your brother agreed, setting the boards down to one side of the room and shrugging his shoulders. “My father and I made sure she had her manners, but she never let anyone boss or bully her around.” He said, glancing at Gus for a moment.

“That's good.” Gus replied, catching Edmund's eye. “People can be quite harsh in this world. Especially to young ladies.”

Edmund nodded, then went back upstairs for the rest of the wood and his tools. He also brought down a bag. “My sister insisted on me bringing you these.” He said, setting the bag beside Gus, who was seated back in his chair, having returned to his book and cooling cup of coffee.

Frowning and resting the book on his knee, Gus reached into the bag, grabbing the first thing inside. He pulled out a teal colored cable knit jumper. “Oh.” He cooed, brows going up as he nodded.

“That's very kind. Thank you.”

“Mmhm.” Edmund grunted, leaving him to change and get back to his work.

Gus stood, closing the cellar door the rest of the way, and shed his tattered shirt, replacing it for the jumper, the wool rough on his skin. He rummaged through the bag, finding fresh underwear, pants, socks and shoes. Even a pair of pajamas! He stripped and put on the clean clothes and felt a sight better for it. His old shirt and boxers still smelled of the sea and made his skin itch.

A knock sounded on the door, as he was pulling on the socks and boots.

“Come!”

“Oh!” You started, but smiled at him. “I see my brother managed to do what I asked of him.” You said, a plate of food balanced in one hand.

“He did.” Gus nodded, smirking up at you. “Thank you. It was kind of you to think of it.”

“Of course.” You replied shyly, eyes darting away for a second. “I brought you breakfast.” You quickly recovered, holding the plate out to him, then removed utensils from the pocket of your apron. “Do you need a refill on your coffee?”

“It could use a warming up.” He picked his cup up and turned it over to your awaiting hand.

“Back in a snap.” You chirped. “Are you ready for your breakfast, Edmund?” You asked, on the way to the kitchen, pausing to watch him pull a pencil from behind his ear and strike a mark on a board he was measuring, on two saw-horses.

“Just bring me down a plate.” Edmund answered, too distracted to look up at you as he adjusted his measuring tape. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“All right.” You nodded, knowing that set in his shoulders.

Going back to the kitchen, you pour Gus's cold coffee down the sink, pull a cup down for Edmund, then turn towards the percolator that rested on the counter. Removing the lid, you pulled out the metal coffee basket and carried it out to the small garden you had, just like Edmund and Willa, where you tapped the damp, used coffee grounds into your compost bin.

The percolator set up for a fresh pot of coffee, you grabbed one of the plates sitting on the kitchen table to portion out the eggs, toast and sausage on it. You missed having a fruit with your breakfast, but with supplies what they were and being rationed, fresh produce were spares. But, the marmalades you were able to get periodically helped dull the longing.

For a little while, at least.

“Papa, do you want marmalade or butter on your toast?” You called out, plucking his piece of blackened toast out of the toaster oven, just how he liked it.

It was the same with his meat as well. Mael would have his steak, pork chops and every other type of meat blacker than shoe polish. You hadn't understood why, when you began cooking for your family. But Edmund had explained it to you one night, after your father complained three times his lamp chop wasn't done enough, though you were beginning to worry there would be nothing left of it, by the time you did get it where he liked it. Apparently, growing up his mother could never properly cook meat, either under-cooking it or burning it to a crisp.

“Do we have any marmalade left?” He called back.

“We do!” You replied, opening the refrigerator, to pull out the two small, glass jars of Rose's marmalade. “We have a tiny bit of the Strawberry left and Remi sent over some Ginger this morning.” You informed him, reading the label.

“I'll have Ginger then, Peanut.”

Nodding, you put the Strawberry back and muscled open the Ginger, spreading it over his toast and getting some on your fingers as you worked it to the edges. Giving a couple of your fingers a cheeky lick, humming at the sweet, but warm and spicy stickiness on them, you brought your father's food over to him, kissing the top of his balding head.

“Any movement on the Eastern Front, Major?” You inquired, cocking your head at the map he had spread out on a folding table he set up in front of his chair.

He had been listening to the radio about current movements, or mostly lack thereof, on the bloody fighting between the Axis powers and Soviet Union. His map was marked with different colored pencils and he had some sort of symbol system set up for himself to follow, that you hadn't fully figured out. What you did know was the Red and Black lines were the Russians and their Allies. Blue and Green were the Axis. The Skulls, you learned very early on, were the dead zones, where neither side gained or lost any ground, no matter what they did. Crosses were some of the heaviest casualties, and Arrows were meant to show any movement either side managed to make. But there were several others you and Edmund just couldn't make heads or tails out of.

Neither of you wished to ask either, in fear it might cause him to go into a tirade. So, simple questions were always the best.

“None, Peanut.” Mael replied, as he leaned forward with a red pencil and added a new Cross somewhere on the Northern edge of the Front, making your stomach sink.

You swallowed the hard lump in your throat. “I'm glad to hear it.” You rasped, squeezing his shoulder, before numbly returning to the kitchen, putting your plate back into the cabinet, appetite ruined.

“Dinner was delicious.” Gus commented, wiping up the remnants of the stew you had simmered throughout the day with his last bite of bread, popping it into his mouth with a complimentary moan.

“I'm glad you think so.” You smiled, holding your hand out for his bowl. “Um...” You floundered for a moment, pivoting on your hips as you glanced around. “I put clean towels in the bathroom upstairs, if you'd like to go up and take a shower. Edmund is back home with his wife. My father is asleep and it's almost curfew for the village.”

“I would greatly appreciate some time under the hot spray of a showerhead.” He replied, looking up at you, his eyes soft.

“It's all yours then.” You nodded, moving towards the door. “When you're ready for it.”

“I'll be up presently.” He cooed, standing gingerly, grabbing the pajamas that you and Edmund had supplied him.

Tossing the garments over his shoulder, Gus headed upstairs, mindful not to make boards creak as little as possible. Popping his head out the basement door, he saw your father dozing in his armchair, chin resting on his chest with his glasses balanced perilously on the tip of his nose. He heard a clink and moved forward a step, discovering you at the sink, washing his bowl and spoon.

“Is that a mouse, I hear?” You teased, glancing at him with a smirk.

“More the size of a rat.” Gus jested back, standing beside the kitchen table.

You giggled aloud for a second, before you covered it and looked over at your father. “I'll show you upstairs to the bathroom.” You said, drying your hands and motioned to the stairs. “How's your wound feeling?” You asked, following him up, glancing at the spot of his back where you knew his stitches were.

“Sore.” He sighed, pausing at the top to look at you. “That doctor makes a tight stitch.” He quipped, turning to follow you down the hallway.

“Better a tight stitch than a gaping wound.” You joked back, pushing open one of the doors and stepping aside for him.

“True enough, my darling.” Gus smirked, meeting your eye for a long moment, seeing the shy, sheepishness creep into your eyes and your bottom lip get caught between your teeth.”Thank you for the use of your restroom.”

“Of course.” You nodded, glancing away from him, then scurried back downstairs.

You pulled a clean fitted sheet and pillowcase out of a cabinet, the aroma of the laundry soap on the fabric greeting your nose as you hugged them to your chest. Edmund had managed to complete a more suitable and sturdy bed for Gus on his day of work, bringing over the mattress from his and Willa's guest room to top it. So, while Gus allowed himself the comforting luxury of washing up and getting ready for bed, you went down and dressed it for him. Sure the feeling of clean clothes on clean skin would help him get an extra good night's sleep.

“There, all ready for him.” You grinned, fluffing his pillowcase, then went back up to finish your other chores, before it was time for you to go off to bed. “Shoot.” You snapped, finding your father's chair empty and darted upstairs, to find him.

You reached the top of the stairs as your father came out of his room and Gus was exiting the bathroom in the gray striped pajamas, a towel draped around his neck. Your father caught sight of you first, seeing the wild and startled look in your eyes, his grayed brows wrinkling with confusion for a half-second, until he finally noticed Gus, who stood frozen in the bathroom doorway.

“Who in God's name is this man!” Mael snapped, his coffee-colored eyes hardening with alert outrage.

“He's-!” You floundered, head whipping between the two men. “He's—um..”

“I work for your son.” Gus answered calmly, his eyes giving you a quick look of knowing, instilling you with a burst of encouragement.

“Yes, Papa.” You nodded at Gus, your head slowly turning to your father, still bobbing. “He's helping Edmund build the shelves downstairs and with the repairs around the house.” You elaborated to him, smirking. “He's from the next village over though, and the curfew was set before he could head back home. So, Eddie and I suggested he stay here. He was just showering before heading off to bed.”

Mael squinted at Gus, his jaw moving gently side to side as he chewed on his lip.

“Papa, you should be off to bed.” You cooed at him, softly, resting your hand on his arm. “It's late.” You hoped to guide him back downstairs to his chair and get Gus out of his sight, at least until you talked to Edmund in the morning. “How do hotcakes sound for breakfast tomorrow?” You hummed, glancing back at Gus, who winked at you.

“Good, I suppose, Peanut.” Your father answered, only semi-distracted away from the stranger he found in his home.

“All right.” You smiled, tucking his blanket around him and lifting his legs to slide the ottoman under his feet. “I'll have some toasty and buttery, hot cakes for you, in the morning.” You whispered, kissing his forehead and watching him fall asleep, then rushed back upstairs. “I am so sorry, Gus! I didn't expect him to get up. He usually calls for me, if he wants something from his room.” You apologized, wringing your hands.

“No, no!” Gus shook his head, reaching out and grasping your hands. “This is your home and you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry, I've thrown you and your family into such disarray.”

“It's all right.” You gulped, feeling the heavy warmth of his rough hands against your skin. “These are chaotic times, we're in.” You told him, heart fluttering. “We should get to bed, by the way. Tomorrow comes early.”

“Indeed it does.” He agreed, his skin tingling. “Especially, for the help.” He joked, lightly.

You chuckled back, dropping your eyes to the hallway runner. “I'll have to let Edmund in on that bit of information, when he comes over and before our father gets a hold of him.” You said, imagining how that conversation was going to go.

“Well, I'll wish you a good night.” Gus said, dropping his hands from yours, but inclined his head forward. “Peanut.” He added, with a playful wink, then excused himself.

Your cheeks blazed as you stood in the hallway, the heat of Gus's touch still lingering on your skin and the ring of him calling you by your nickname in your ears. It took a long moment for you to recover enough to resume your tasks and go to bed.

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rose-of-oz · 8 months ago

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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

The time has finally come for me to share my Ever After High plot bunnies with you guys!! I really did mean to post this shortly after I talked about my Monster High babies, but some things happened and I never got around to it. However, I’m here now!! Feel free to also check out my Ever After High fancast if you want to better picture these plot bunnies with their friends and ships!

(Also gonna tag my beloveds @ginevrastilinski-ocs and @manyfandomocs since they’re the ones who inspired me to share these, and also my beloved @auxiliarydetective!!)

Tempest Witch, daughter of the Sea Witch, poly Dexter/Raven ship, China Anne McClain FC. Hidden away in the sea and homeschooled for most of her life because her mother wanted to protect her from having to sign the Storybook of Legends and suffering the same fate she did, but starts attending Ever After High after the Storybook is officially abolished. Kind of in awe of Raven and has a bit of a hero worship crush on her at first since she’s the one who changed everything, but eventually that turns into real feelings as they get to know each other better and those feelings extend to Dexter as well. A total sweetheart who absolutely doesn’t want to be evil and believes in goodness and helping people, but also intensely awkward and a bit naïve after being hidden away from the world for so long. Can transform into an octopus hybrid form whenever she gets into water, and also has hydrokinesis and is actually one of the strongest magic-using students at school since she was with her mother for so long and didn’t have a lot to do but practice. Obviously a Rebel, since she absolutely doesn’t want to become evil and hurt people, and her roommate is Lilly Bo-Peep.

Helena Müller Jr., daughter of “Thousandfurs,” Duchess ship, Paris Berelc FC. Named after her mother’s real name, but call her Junior and she’ll stomp on your toes in heels. One of the most fashionable students at Ever After High, and has definitely collaborated with Poppy on designs before. Happy to be a princess and looks forward to ruling her kingdom some day, but also wants to be able to design and sell her creations and is way too much of a social butterfly to be content being in disguise and unknown for years, so she certainly isn’t upset when Milton finally gets rid of the Storybook of Legends. A bright, cheeeful, and energetic person, always the life of the party, but also tends to be a bit insecure that people only like her because of her looks (a leftover from what happened to her mother). Develops a crush on Duchess despite the vast differences in their personalities, and though Duchess initially resents her like she resents all students with happy endings she eventually comes around and they get together. Some kind of a mix between a Royal and a Rebel (she likes her happy ending but doesn’t want to go through everything leading up to it and anyway believes that people should get to choose their destinies), and her roommate is Clara Lear.

Faerena Upland, daughter of Glinda the Good Witch, poly OC ship, Maisie Peters FC. Basically for the longest time this girl is Apple’s pre-Legacy Day beliefs combined with Glinda’s personality before she became friends with Elphaba - Faerena is a master at becoming exactly what the person she’s talking to wants to see and hear so she can keep boosting her social status, but she’s also pretty self-absorbed and doesn’t care about much but becoming Oz’s beloved Good Witch someday. Doesn’t care for the Rebels at all, can’t understand why they won’t just suck it up and stop making things hard for the people who do want their happy endings, and is constantly rude to all of the Rebels and Ness in particular, since he is supposed to be her future “enemy”. Eventually does realize the error of her ways and strives to become better and make amends, though, especially after she falls in love with Ness and Em - she doesn’t quite ever lose the vanity or the instinct to put on an act, though. Like her mother, has the ability to do magic but isn’t super good at it, which frustrates her to no end. Initially a hardcore Royal but transitions into becoming a Rebel, and her roommate is Emerald “Em” Gale (and they were roommates!).

Ness Thropp, son of Elphaba Thropp a.k.a. the Wicked Witch of the West, poly OC ship (Faerena and Em’s boyfriend), Finn Wolfhard FC. Named after his late aunt Nessarose, which he isn’t exactly sure how to feel about. Most people at Ever After High tend to forget that he’s actually a student there, because he’s incredibly quiet and tries his best not to make his presence known. A good bit more skilled in magic than his mom since he has more opportunities to actually practice and learn about it, but mostly just practices so he can keep it in control because he’d much rather be drawing or painting than doing any magic. A dedicated artist who’s terrified of becoming Oz’s misunderstood pariah and is honestly kind of afraid of Faerena before he comes to realize just how constantly she puts on an act. The days Raven refused to sign the Storybook of Legends and when it was officially destroyed were the two best days of his life because it meant he didn’t have to be afraid anymore, but he also does have pretty bad social anxiety and has to learn to accept support from the people who care about him to overcome his worries and insecurities. He and Em start dating at first (he’s been hopelessly pining after her for literal years and she finally asks him out shortly after the Royals and Rebels start to make peace), and even though it takes him a bit longer than Em to forgive Faerena and start dating her - even though he’s also had a crush on her for a while despite everything - he fully supports Em entering into a relationship with her first and is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend to both his girlfriends when they all get together. Definitely a Rebel considering how much he’s always feared his destiny, and his roommate is Tucker.

Emerald “Em” Gale, daughter of Dorothy Gale, poly OC ship (Faerena and Ness’s girlfriend), Halle Bailey FC. Has always been excited for her destiny, since she can’t wait to visit Oz, but has also always thought Ness was sweet and doesn’t really want to go up against him, so she’s happy when the Storybook of Legends gets abolished because it means she won’t have to. Also doesn’t like Faerena much at first, since as her roommate she really sees how self-absorbed and image-obsessed she is, but eventually she sees how much the other girl puts on a constant mask and doesn’t really know who she is without her destiny and offers to help her make amends (essentially taking up the role of Faerena’s Elphaba rather than Ness doing it), and eventually winds up falling in love with her and dating her while also still dating Ness. Very happy when Ness and Faerena fall in love because she loves love and now the two people she loves love each other too! Definitely a lot like her mother, curious and adventurous and a bit quick-tempered, but also a sweetheart who would do anything for the people she cares about. Probably would describe herself as a Roybel (likes the idea of her destiny despite the fact that she completely flouts it, and does believe that people should be allowed to choose what they want to do), and her roommate is Faerena Upland (again, and they were roommates!).

Kieran Dancer, child of the eleventh Dancing Princess, Hopper ship, Keiynan Lonsdale FC. Justine’s cousin, but in her year at Ever After High since their mom didn’t have them until later in life. An absolutely terrible dancer despite the fact that their parents and aunts have had them and all their cousins in lessons since they were able to walk, so they’ve always been dreading their destiny and they’re intensely relieved when Milton finally gets rid of the Storybook of Legends. A very talented actor, though, and they get involved with Ever After High’s theatre department once Raven doesn’t sign and the Rebels are more free to pursue their actual passions. Kind of a class clown, super quick-witted and funny, but also has a big heart and knows how to be serious when it’s needed. Besties with Dexter since they both thought for a while that Dexter might be the prince in Kieran and Justine’s story, even though Kieran knew he was in love with Raven and was totally cool with it since they basically just see Dexter as a brother. Has had a crush on Hopper for years but never tried to make a move before Raven doesn’t sign the Storybook, but doesn’t hesitate to ask him out once the Royals and Rebels make peace. A Rebel who does also support those who like their destiny and want to go through with it, and their roommate (unfortunately) is Gus Crumb.

Molly Marian, daughter of Maid Marian, Darling ship, Ella Purnell FC. Has always hated the idea of her destiny, both because she hates that she doesn’t get to do anything important and because she thinks Sparrow is annoying and doesn’t want to get married to him at all (never mind the fact that she doesn’t even like guys). One of the biggest troublemakers at Ever After High because of this, because she is determined to make Milton’s life as miserable as possible before she has to sign the Storybook. The very first one, besides Maddie of course, to be on Raven’s side after Legacy Day, and is eternally grateful to the other girl for what she sees as saving her from the life she didn’t want. An absolute spitfire, fierce and defiant and never afraid to call out bullshit when she sees it, but also has a big heart and loves deeply. Has been pining for Darling from afar since they were kids, but doesn’t make a move until after the Wonderland adventure when she learns the other girl’s White Knight secret - they’re an absolute power couple when they do get together, though. Kind of becomes besties with Raven and Maddie after Legacy Day. Basically the original Rebel, and her roommate is Kitty Cheshire (which can be stressful sometimes, but most of the time she likes it).

Now, I don’t actually intend to properly introduce these guys or do much with them, but if you still want to ask any questions about them, feel free!! Hope you guys enjoy these babies!! <3

#randomness #plot bunnies #ever after high ocs #eah ocs #oc: tempest witch #oc: helena müller #oc: faerena upland #oc: ness thropp #oc: emerald gale #oc: kieran dancer #oc: molly marian

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dbarenzu626 · 7 months ago

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Oh hey, look at this nice commission sheet here!

This artist is taking comms again? Been a while, but you betcha! I'm not keeping a slot system anymore due to my Trello, but I may tap out if I have too many on my plate for a time, I'll communicate there and then if need be!

If you're interested, feel free to give a look at my styles and options here and read over the rules and we'll get along fine! Shoot me a DM on here, on Twitter, on Instagram or even an e-mail will do (attached to my rules). Also, by all means, reblogs are greatly appreciated! 👏✨

Peep some samples of my work here:

Also, about that Trello, as compared to my prior iteration of commissions, I have a Trello board! You or even myself can track my commission or even art trade progress there, so give it a look if you're curious about the progress of your projects. Link will be below!

Thanks in advance for the interest and any reblogs, it's super appreciated! 💖

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bbybearcubbs · 1 year ago

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New Neighbor - Nice To Meet You

〖Warning/s〗⪼ Lots of focus on Han's beauty (BEWARE - he's gorgeous), that's all tbh.

〖Genre〗⥤ Fluff ☑ Angst ☐ Suggestive ☐

〖Stray Kids〗⥤ Neighbor!Jisung x Reader

〖Status〗⥤ Ongoing {Word Count: 2K }

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Description: You recently moved into a new neighborhood. A wonderful house with rent so cheap it was too good to be true. You were really questioning whether life was playing with you because meeting Han Jisung also seemed to good to be true.

Network/s: @kflixnet

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Your new house was a two bedroom home with a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Granted it was a two story house with another home right above you. A simple example would be saying it was just 1 one story house placed on top of another.

You knew you'd have upstairs neighbors, which was completely fine with you. You just had to hope they would be respectful enough to acknowledge you lived downstairs and not to be too noisy. And it would seem your luck hadn't run out.

Your first month of living there and you didn't hear a peep from them. You had taken a small container of chocolate chip cookies upstairs to introduce yourself but they didn't seem to be home.

You tried again the next day but they weren't there either. Assuming they were just very busy and always out, you stopped going and eventually forgot about introducing yourself.

It'd been almost two months since you've been living there. By now you had completely remodeled the second room into a small studio for your streams and you'd actually forgotten you were supposed to have neighbors. They just never seemed to be home. Until today that is.

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I was in my backyard removing my dried laundry from the clothes line. My headphones were blasting Tomorrow by Together's most recent song "Do It Like That" which was a collaboration between them and The Jonas Brothers.

I was humming the song, completely ignoring the rest of the world around me. Once I was finished I picked up my basket of clothes, the song coming to an end. The familiar sound of the automated low power warning rang through my ears and I groaned looking up at the sky. Why did it need to charge now? I stood there for a moment taking in the beautiful view above me.

I slowly turned, wanting to get a full 360 view of the sky. It was beautiful today. Halfway around my eyes landed on the balcony above my backdoor. The one belonging to my upstairs neighbors. I stared for a moment, blinking away the initial shock of what I was seeing. There was someone up there. A man leaned against the balcony railings. He was very pretty, kinda beautiful actually and he was looking at me and waving.

I take off my headphones, dropping them around my neck. The man immediately spoke. "Can you hear me now?" He asked with a chuckle. His voice was soft but also deep. His voice is really nice.

"Oh I'm sorry! Were you calling me?" I asked, walking closer to the balcony. "Yes I was, only for a little while though" the man replied. I set my basket down at my feet and looked back up at him.

"You're my new neighbor right?" He asked, looking down at me. His curly brown hair falling over his eyes. Who's messy curls ever look that good? "I wouldn't say I'm new" I say sarcastically. "There's a slight chance I've been living here for almost two months" I add, sticking my thumbs in my jeans pockets. The man laughed, pushing his curls back with his hands. That was attractive. Why was that attractive? "Right, right" he says.

"So were you deliberately ignoring me when I came to your door or?...." I ask rocking back and forth on my heels. "What? No no- I wasn't at home" he exclaimed standing up straight. "I was on vacation the last 3 months'' he says and I let out a silent 'O' "So you weren't just super quiet" I said and the man laughed again. "I've been told I'm not the quietest person ever" he begins. "But I'm not horrible to live with'' he finishes with a smile. His eyes are smiling too, pretty...

I closed the door behind me when I got inside. My bedroom leads to the laundry room and the laundry room leads to my back yard. I open the door to my room and place the basket of clothes at the foot of my bed. I quickly plug my headphones in and place them on my desk.

I returned his smile without even realizing it. "I'll be the judge of that neighbor" I say, bending down and picking up my basket. "It's Han" I heard as I straightened up again. I look up and tilt my head slightly. "I'm Han Jisung," he smiles. "Y/n" I say smiling. "Nice to meet you Han Jisung" I grin before walking inside.

Just then the doorbell rings. I wasn't expecting anyone so I had who was at my door but I went to answer it anyway. "Coming!" I yell and open the door. "O-oh Hi" I was a little surprised to see Jisung standing at my door. "Howdy" he grins and I had to grip the doorknob tighter to stop from fainting. His smile is so much prettier up close.

"Can I come in?" He asks after an unnecessarily long moment of silence passes. "Yes- yeah come in" I stammer stepping to the side. Why am I so embarrassing? Jisung comes in and it's then I realize how much taller he is than me. I close the door and then turn towards Jisung.

"Woah…I love what you did with the place" he says turning to face me, staring down at me after doing a 360 scan of my home. "Thanks" I say, nervously scratching my neck, unsure what to do. "Can I?..." He asks and I follow his arm that's gesturing towards my couch. "Oh sure! Go ahead" I say. "Thanks!" Jisung says before dropping himself onto my couch.

"Woah…" he mumbles, sinking into the cushions. "Your couch is so soft" he says, sighing softly. "Yeah I know, this set is a gift from my granny" I say with a chuckle. Cute. "Your grandma has great taste" he says, turning his head to look at me with a laugh. I cover my mouth, laughing as well. He wasn't wrong.

Just then a bark was heard from my bedroom and my dog came running into the living room. He ran and jumped into Han's lap and started licking his face. "DINO!" I yelled, stumbling forward and scooping the dog off Jisung's lap. "I'm so sorry! He's usually friendly but never this friendly with strangers" I apologize to Jisung who only laughed in response.

"It's okay really, I love dogs!" He says and holds his arms out towards Dino. Dino had been whining and wiggling in my arms the whole time trying to get back to Jisung. Reluctantly, I placed Dino into Jisung's arms. Dino immediately started showering Jisung in puppy kisses, pawing at his chest gently, his tail wagging swiftly back and forth.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Is it you Dino? Yes it's you!" He cooed at Dino, petting him and ruffling his soft blond fur. Jisung would laugh whenever Dino barked in response. I couldn't help but laugh at the two's cute interaction. Dino never acted this way meeting strangers, he's friendly but usually still on guard sometimes.

"Do you have any other pets?" Jisung asks softly petting a now calm Dino. "I do actually, give me a second" I say leaving the living room and go to the door to the right of my bedroom. I open it and step into my studio. "Kit! Kit come here girl" I call out and shortly after my cat Kit, crawls out from under my desk.

She walks over to me allowing me to scoop her up into my arms. I go back to the living room and sit on my three seater couch opposite to Jisung who was still sat on my two seater with Dino now laying down at his feet. "This is Kit" I introduced him to her. "Kit this is Jisung, our upstairs neighbor" I say gently turning her towards Jisung.

Kit hates strangers, she doesn't even go to any of my family members unless I'm near. "Can I hold her?" Jisung asks and I shake my head. "Sorry, she really doesn't like strangers, people in general actually" I say not wanting to risk her hurting Jisung. "Oh alright, I understand. Hopefully she'll let me hold her one day?" Jisung asks looking at Kit who only curls up in my lap and turns her back to him.

Jisung and I share a small laugh before looking at eachother. Jisung is the first one to break eye contact by turning his head around and pointing towards my studio room. "Is it okay if I go look at that room? It looks different from how my old neighbors had it, if you don't mind" he asks. "Yeah no problem" I say. I guess he's just really curious.

I gently place Kit onto the couch and stand up, Jisung stands as well and follows me to the door. I go in and allow Jisung to step in as well. "This is my studio room!" I grin, happy to show off my stuff. Jisung's eyes and mouth widen. "Woah, this looks so cool, what do you do?" He asks, looking at my set up with curiosity and excitement.

"I'm a streamer!" I say striking a pose proudly. "Seriously?! That's so cool! One of my friends is a streamer too!" He says and I can't hide my excitement. "Really? What's his name?" I asked eagerly, hoping I would recognize his friend's name. "He goes by the handle CB97" Jisung says and I gasp. Wait. The CB97?

"Did you just say CB97?" I ask in disbelief. "Yeah, but he lets everyone call him Chris" Jisung says and I cover my mouth to hide my widening smile. "You're friends with THE CB97?! I love his streams and music so much!" I exclaim excitedly. "You know him?" Jisung asks seemingly intrigued. "Of course I do! He's literally one of my idols!" I explain proudly.

"Look I even have one of his character plushies!" I say going to the shelf to my left and taking the Wolfchan Plushie Chris recently released in his merch store. Without realizing it I begin to ramble about Chris and my love for his streams. In the middle of my rant I locked eyes with Jisung who stood just starring at me with a smile. "Oh my gosh- I'm so sorry! I started rambling- I'm so so sorry-" I apologized.

"No it's okay, you seem excited to talk about it so I don't mind listening" he says and I feel my heart stop for a second. Did he just say he doesn't mind my rambling? What the actual heck? "O-oh…T-thanks" I say avoiding eye contact with him. "It's cute seeing how excited you got over my buddy's music" he adds and I choke on air. Cute? Did he just call me cute?

Just then Jisung's phone started ringing. He looks at the screen before looking back at me. "Can I take this?" He asks and I nod. Still too shocked by what he said before to properly process anything else. "Thanks!" He says and steps out of my studio. After a little while Kit comes into my room and rubs herself on my feet. "Kit he called me cute" I say softly, smiling down at her.

Kit meows, rubbing her cheeks onto my legs more. I squat down and pet her, smiling to myself without realizing. She's so cute. "Hey Y/n" Jisung calls coming back to my studio door. I look up at him, still on the ground petting Kit. "I'm sorry but I gotta go meet a few friends somewhere" he says and I nod. I pick up Kit and stand up, looking at Jisung.

"Well take care, tell them your new neighbor says hi" I chuckled. Jisung smiled, chuckling lightly. A few seconds of silence pass with Jisung looking as if he wanted to say something. I was about to say something when he spoke "Can I…Have your number?" He asks sheepishly. I swallowed the squeal in my throat and nodded. "Sure" I say taking his phone that he had stretched out for me to take.

I punched in my number and gave it back. "You can choose the contact name" I say and Jisung looks as if he's pondering over what name to give me before his face lights up and he quickly types in a name. Curiosity got the best of me and I leaned forward to see what name he'd given me. But before I could see Han pulled his phone away and locked it.

I looked at him confused and a little shocked. He smiled cheekily before speaking, "Nope! It's a secret" He smirks and I stood there still stunned with Kit in my arms. Just then Dino came into the room, standing beside Jisung. "Oh come on" I whine playfully and Han laughs making me laugh too.

"I gotta get going" Jisung says once his laughter calmed down. "Alright" I say smiling and walk him to the door. "It was nice meeting you Y/n" He says as he leaves. "Same to you Jisung" I replied and closing the door behind him. Before it closes completely Han turned around and winked at me with a grin before turning back towards his car.

Once the door was closed I turn around and lean against it holding my heated face. Did he just wink at me? What the heck Han....I shook my head, trying to get the image out my mind. I finally decided to head back to finish sorting through my laundry.

I couldn't stop smiling and chuckled softly to myself while in my room. Dino hopped onto my sat beside the pile of clothes I'd folded. "I mean he is pretty cute" I giggle petting Dino and he barks happily. I giggle at the action before finishing folding my clothes, smiling softly.

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New Neighbor Masterlist°

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Taglist: @jinhyun @afelia-123 @myboyfriendjake @wonillaa

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th3-0bjectivist · 2 years ago

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The Salvation Day Interviews (1 of 2) with musician Anthony Tadlock

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Dear listener, as a special treat and for the edification of music lovers all over Tumblr this is part 1 of 2 of my Salvation Day Interviews with Anthony Tadlock, A.K.A. t-underneaththeradardancing on Tumblr. Mr Tadlock, I recently spent several hours listening to Salvation Day. Thanks for agreeing to answer some questions about your band’s music.

When I dive headlong into music that I’m not too familiar with there’s always this sense of discomfort, but when I started with Mercy from your EP, The Backdoor Sessions, I felt distinctly like I was sitting in a new bar and listening to an exceedingly talented local band perform live. I know we’ve discussed this one-on-one before, but for the peeps on Tumblr, what was the actual genesis of SD, and how did you and Ms Vita Rhie Quintanilla meet? What was the spark that brought you two together to record in the first place?

to set the stage - so to speak - i had been performing with and jamming and hanging with a young musician - very loose no muss fuss - 3 weeks before meeting vita i had a mild heart attack - mild but the hospital experience was literally a nightmare and nearly killed me - a couple weeks after getting out i was invited over to play/ jam/hang out - wuz expecting at most a couple other ppl to b there - btw to digress - t is very much an introvert - to digress further - t is a stage name but the only name ppl in the music aspect of my life know me by or call me - anywaves - i had just set up my guitar and amp when i could feel a presence coming down the stairs - a young woman - at 1st i guessed 25- ish which would make her the 2nd oldest in the room - she looked at a painting of crows and i said something to her about my love of corvids - i was improvising on guitar - some blues - i think a bass player was playing along and maybe another guitar - she started singing improvising lyrics and we started riffing off each other - her voice blew me away - then she started playing her original songs - omfg ! - anyway - i hoped that we would play together again

a couple weeks later she walked into Madrone Art Bar where i frequently played open mics -she was with my friend - both joined me on stage and we did what i call "deep space nine " which is what i called any unplanned unrehearsed collaboration onstage - i of course could not remember her name - she handed me a business card lol - she told me she had a weekly gig at a cafe i had performed at and would i like to join her - by this time i knew she was diagnosed w schizoaffective disorder - that she was 17 still in high school and a witch - we started performing together playing her gigs - open mics - on the street ...there is of course more to the story which may be covered as we go on

I went through every song on Salvation Day’s YouTube page, the instrumentals and the voice go very well together, and I must admit, there is great synergy on display. You two had me mesmerized a few times, particularly with tunes like Para Ti and Reincarnation. Tell me, do the instrumentals come first, or do the lyrics/vocals come first, or somehow both at the same time? What goes into the process before you record?

virtually all of salvation day songs are mostly vita - the lyrics in particular - some have come out of improvising at gigs - or as vita would say - we are just gonna pull something out of our ass now - some she has already "arranged " before i hear them others she asks me to figure out some chords and key - it should be noted that after graduating high school she moved to davis ca about 100 long miles away with no good way of getting there and back on public transit - required bus ride - a subway ride and finally a train and took 3 hours - neither of us drive though she recently learned - t cant see for shit so - and there was lots of drama in the summer preceding - however we rarely felt the need to rehearse - at early gigs i would ask whats the 1st chord and what key - sometimes the answer was - idk - jimi hendrix chords lol - sometimes they were jazz chords i didnt know - i still play a lot of chords im not quite sure the name of and double stops that suggest a chord - on a good night i play by ear and improvise mostly - when we decided we were gonna make an album - we formalized the arrangements and figured out keys etc ...

sometimes - like last week when we got together after not playing together in a couple months - tho exchanging some snippets thru email text etc - vita thought of some lyrics on the spot - i started playing some chords - we fucked around w it a bit - made a rough recording on fones and will see if something comes of it - Reincarnation was written just before we met - vita says the songs morphed and become different thru my influence - Para Ti she had come up with a couple months after we started playing together - we were at the friends house - and he had become totally indisposed - we were supposed to start the recording process that day - we waited around to see if he would improve and she started playing it - i came up w the lead guitar lines - btw to digress to q 1 - vita was often in and out of hallucinations and delusions at the time - she has no memory of the 1st time we met and hazy about the beginning period - one last example Mercy - written entirely by vita - tho my guitar was central - she sent me an audio file - it has chords i dont know - i just followed her voice and elaborated - tbh i still dont know what key it is in lol - like jack sparrow eluding capture we just make it up as we go

Do you have any advice for aspiring musicians out there based on your experiences with SD so far? Have you had any creative blocks or serious problems when generating new music? If so, how do you get through them, and what do you think the most important thing is for a musician to do when they feel discouraged or dejected by their own bad experiences with music making?

whew - thats a tough one - i have been playing guitar for almost 60 years - been in a number of bands and playing situations - have been discouraged countless times - most recent was the whole experience of recording a studio album with a producer - it was hugely stressful for myriad reasons and ego deflating and not in a good way - we coped w that by recording the Backdoor Sessions ep - the bulk of was recorded in a couple hours in vita's tiny dorm room using garageband - it was done without rehearsal - and we played 2 gigs in january that we were happy with also w no rehearsal - we also released vita's book The Schizophrenic Dialogues - all while covid was rearing its ugly head - no gigs to promote anything - no spoken word opportunities - vita was in terror of infecting me - between age COPD and heart i was a likely candidate to die - so we saw each other rarely

i had invested a huge amount of $ in the studio album - to cope vita started a collective based on Sacred Arts Productions - a jewelry biz and an art biz - i worked w our web designer / friend / collaborator maggie umber to get our web site up - and started recording daily snippets for instagram and spammed the fuck out of tumblr - vita and i met mostly outdoors - playing mostly acoustic where the chances of infecting me were minimized (she got covid twice during this period ) so i guess my advice is 1) forget the ego and bullshit that goes w doing - anything - but particularly the creative 2) forget about "success" and numbers - sales/listens/hearts...3) just keep on keepin on - that said it aint easy sometimes - i been playing as i said almost 60 years - theres still so much i dont know - i try to learn new things and ways almost daily - just showing up is sometimes a victory

Listen to Salvation Day on Youtube. Back at the end of the next week with part 2 of my Q&A with Mr Tadlock. If you liked this post, please spread the word about SD and consider reblogging this set of interviews. And if you haven’t done it yet, scroll to the top of this post and smash play!

#salvation day #para ti #path of sacred art #anthony tadlock #vita rhie quantanilla #interview #music #music on tumblr #audio #audio video #great voice #great instrumentals #california band #rock music #blues music #jazz standards #san francisco band #T is one of my fav musicians on tumblr #been waiting to pick his brain

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Voiceplay Visuals: Dream On

Perhaps a bit of a shorter post than some of my recent/previous ones, but Voiceplay's video for Dream On is certainly far from dull, and the arrangement (a collaboration between Rob Dietz and Geoff) is absolutely killer!

The video for Dream On was released on the 9th of April, 2022, and features Omar Cardona, back again!

Don't have a ton to say about outfits/costuming in this one (though shoutout to Geoff, who is credited with "costuming look", as well as co-direction and overall video (he's a polymath genius I swear)), but might as well "shine a spotlight" on everyone individually, since I don't expect to have a lot to say for this video otherwise, and the vocalists all start off by themselves in the video before "banding together".

Hey Geoff isn't the only one with exposed shoulders for once! 😝

Cesar is, yet again, a style icon. And according to an interview he did with Mortius (that was simultaneously a reaction video for Dream On), the little "smoky eye"/eyeliner look he's got going on here was his idea! Love that for him!

(Also shoutout to Rick Underwood for yet again being a makeup whiz!)

Actually wait I forgot, uncovered shoulders actually outnumber covered shoulders in this one!

(Also this was filmed in some old school I believe? I think maybe Cesar's old school or something?)

There he is! <3

(Also love the fingerless gloves 👌)

Random fun fact: I used this shot about a month ago (though for you reading this it'll be more like 2-2.5 months ago) as a pose/proportions reference!

(And peep the little white-grey streak of hair framing his face <3 )

And of course I haven't forgotten about Layne! (No clue what he's wearing over his shirt, but my brain always thinks of a bulletproof vest, though that's obviously not correct)

(Also it's getting frankly a little embarassing now that back in my This Is Halloween post I was like "hey is that tattoo on Layne's wrist real? I've literally never seen it before", when apparently it has been visible at least a couple of times since, and I'm obviously not always as observant as I like to think I am 😅)

Fun fact: apparently Omar and Cesar are good friends, stemming from the fact that they used to be roommates? And now one of them is a permanent Voiceplay member, and the other is a frequent Voiceplay collaborator? (And had sung with them before Cesar joined the group, even). What are the odds? Like how freaking close-knit is the singing/acapella community in Florida?

(Btw that is one hell of a mohawk, Cesar! Go off!)

Group shot! (Also peep the book just behind Eli and Omar (that I only just noticed) - is that the same one Eli was holding/drawing in earlier?)

(Cesar matching Geoff with the fingerless gloves!)

"So how many lines and textures do you want in your clothes for this one?" "Yes" (No seriously, there is a lot going on with the outfits in this one. I'm not judging or criticising, but I would hate to try and draw them!)

Very brief but very cool distortion effect!

Obligatory "he's so pretty" screencap 😁

Screw it, have another Geoff hair study!

(I'm amassing a fair collection of these now, though I'm contemplating going and doing some more for older videos at some point so I can have a better visual representation of the main stages of growth, before it reached shoulder-length)

Is Layne in the freaking boiler room or something? (I'm not super familiar with boiler rooms (not super common in Australia, that I know of), but that looks like that would be an example of one!)

The "tenor trio" absolutely giving this performance their all! (As they always do, of course)

I'm doing this post on the same day (or well, night now) as the post I did for The Dragonborn Comes, so I'm still eagerly awaiting the video for Omar's newest collaboration with Voiceplay, and I can barely wait! It's gonna be amazing, I can feel it!

#voiceplay #acapella #dream on #dream on aerosmith #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #omar cardona #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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Artist Research (3/8) - Parker Day

Parker Day is a Los Angeles based photographer known for her saturated, eccentrically art-directed portraits that explore human identity and self, as well as what lies beneath them. The oddness and playful characteristics seen in her portraits stem greatly from her upbringing in San Francisco. Having grown up in her dad’s comic book shop, much of the influence for her works come from X-Men, Mars Attacks, and several underground comics. Over time, Day has worked in fashion and street photography, and has been vastly known for her portraits that have created windows peering into a surreal, almost fantastical world. Since then, she has gained recognition for her trademark palette and ability to project forcefully colorful visual pieces that would encourage the viewer to keep looking at each little detail.

Day makes use of exaggerated expressions, along with make-up and costume, to create hyperreal photographic works portraying her odd and color aesthetic. Her works have been produced in deep collaboration with her models, as well as the use of costumes and other props obtained from thrift stores. While it may seem to most that Day had used Photoshop or any dark room retouching techniques for her pieces, this is actually not the case. Everything is strictly shot on 35 mm in camera along with the assortment of elaborate costumes and other thrifted items that make the images appear the way they do. In fact, she deliberately tries to avoid Photoshop all together in favor of the in-camera capture on film. Each of her works deeply explores the illusionary nature of gender and personal identity. One of Day’s goals in most of these pieces is to create a sort of discomfort that would compel the viewer to question not only themselves, but also what personal aspects of themselves that they might reject or identify with.

References:

https://lenscratch.com/2017/01/content-aware-parker-day/

https://www.vice.com/en/article/meet-the-fantastic-freaks-of-photographer-parker-days-subconscious/

https://www.papermag.com/peep-photographer-parker-days-surreal-color-saturated-portraits#rebelltitem6

https://www.photowhoa.com/blog/parker-day-interview-imagining-the-glittering-beauty-of-the-outre/

#class assignment

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techqrt-support · 6 months ago

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rk-ocs · 1 year ago

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-"How is MT. Its been awhile since I have heard about her"

Her dynamic with her mother is interesting, disagreement is a main communication method they use. But they are talking, unlike earlier.

Reds mother did interact with her daughter in a main way, and that was teaching her forgin language, and music.

She didn't show up to events, they didn't have dinner together, or make lunch.

Red did go to extra circular, and was expected ( and did) big cleaning jobs, in her own time. Mom expected independence, and her godparents were good at teaching her to scedual things.

But while Mom was decent at teaching, she was not very parental, and it was MT's parents and Rae and Alyssa who were raising her really.

And a part of her wants moms attention and resents it.

She does act out at times. Might be why she has a bit of a reputation as an annoying chatterbox with a penchant for finding trouble.

But yah, even if its disagreeing, its more communication and attention then they did when she was young, and she still hasn't talked to dad.

.MT is doing well at her passion for Javelin, and exploring her dads family past.

They are tentatively reconnecting after she decided to forgive and talk after the "you let me think you were permanently dead for years" which needed some time. Red, from her time in the past, can teach her cousin about her heritage, such as language. Although, her cousin is also going to other sources for this too.And talking with her grandparents

"How are her other cousin's?"

The thing is, moms side of the family has evolved into a clan. Like a wholeblown clan, of people some closer connected then others, but all come to the annual family reuinons. They last at least a week, and change locations each year. Its kind of a world known thing, and has power. Assassin, templar, musician, whatever, don't kill family over disputes like that.

The family Motto is quality. You do your skill with quality, don't half ass it.

You don't fail to show up to a reunion unless you are dead.

The clan is friends with at least two timeless, which helps keep relevance, and power. Being friends with people who can know and shape the future, and give you heads up about wars and stuff is powerful.

It also means that racial mingling was a thing much earlier accepted, because the timeless taught them to look for quality regardless of race, because quality is no race or gender, and at least one of the timeless is POC.

The clan is considered kind of essential for it, but connections prevail.

The kids learn things from each other.

Shes from the musician branch, and they do have more then annual meetings, and musician kids have all taught each other at least the basics of playing at least 3 other intruments.

Family games are odd to outsiders. For instance, spot the guns, a game that makes it easier to spot potential trouble amongst the guests at a concert and prep your security.

One cousians is mixed Chinese from Saskatchewan, and goes on the youtube channel to translate songs into sign language.

They collaborate a lot, and she is though she often gets annoyed by Reds antics, they work well together.

"Damnit cousin, did you have to get into a verbal fight with that cashier."

"Yes. She was not treating you with the same attitude as me."

"I just wanted to buy paperclips in peace"

"I don't want to let her think that its ok to treat people like that"

Sigh "you always have to make a scene"

Shes facing away, but shes smiling.

Red, even though you have a gravestone you are still expected to show up, even if you are in the future.

Even if you are in a full blown feud with a your cousin's, you are still expected to show up to the reunion and not come to blows. Other family members might mediate it even

When it comes to official policies, like not being a racist, or peeping for a war, its expected to be acted upon.

Disloyalty is punished, but overall the benefits of being on the side of the clan, the opportunities, the reputation, outweigh the risks.

There are expectations for being parents, and Reds mom was not following them, and plans were put into motion, that would have come to fruition, had Red not been the timeless.

The family also keeps many arts old fashioned and taught and practiced well enough for proficiancy. Like old style archery, or magic.

New stuff is learned too, but there is wisdom in old ways.

The family is a power force because of its unity.

People are adopted into it. And expected to generally abide by the rules if marrying into it. If you marry an assassin or templar for instance, they can't murder any of your relatives, even if the factions are opoisite.

Not without consequences

Of course, being quality and what that means does bring strain, but there are people good at supporting. There is help, and plenty of observant people to give it.

A lot goes on at the reunion. Plans are made and enacted. Ideas are shared. Healing happens.

#red jordan ryan #mt ryan #jasper jordan ryan #jasper #Jordan Family #family is clanish #writing #original character #assassins creed #Alyssa Ryan #Rae Ryan

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20westlegal · 2 years ago

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lennys-criticaldesign · 2 years ago

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第６話 B - スーパー種コン (Super Seed System)

hello peeps~ in this post i will present to you my object concept for the Super Plant Interface Token, short Super PIT or S-PIT (pls dont read as “spit” thx 🙂). it will be described along 6 different questions:

what

the S-PIT is a device, shaped like a seed, that allows people to communicate with their living plant clothes. it is the successor of the PIT (Plant Interface Token) [which is shortly described in blog post 4] the S-PIT provides all the existing functionalities of the PIT, such as checking status, giving nutrients & reading Seɘꓷ-ling cards to grow clothes, but it is upgraded to work with memory cards that have a larger storage space to allow for more detailed & intricate clothing designs. it also supports an additional 15 plant species (a total of 30) the Super PIT can sense different signals of the human body, such as heartbeat, muscle movements, or breathing. in this way the plant clothes can be influenced by & react to their wearer. the S-PIT allows users to equip their clothes with special abilities (such as lighting up, extending, faster running, etc.) by using special Seɘꓷ-ling cards. the vision behind the Super PIT is to give superpowers, to enhance human abilities

one issue with this technology is accessibility. the prices for the PIT devices, as well as the Seɘꓷ-ling cards, can get quite expensive. additionally, the clothes & the device require maintenance, provision of proper nutrition & care.

who

the S-PIT is intended for anyone who wants to spice up their ordinary clothes or is curious to explore new possibilities of technology & plant abilities. the people who mainly use this device are artists, tech & plant geeks, people interested in fashion & those who want to express themselves in unique ways. the Super PIT is produced by a company that researches the intelligence & properties of plants as well as how plants can be influenced to grow & work together with humans. generally, it seems that older people are more reserved regarding this technology, and specifically its safety. critics also note that the potential for abuse is very high. they suggest that the S-PIT could be used for purposes that were not anticipated by the developers & have fatal consequences. the functionality of enhancing human abilities could be used as weapons & for destruction.

why

Super PIT is used first & foremost for clothing it exists as a means of approaching fashion in a more sustainable way, with minimal waste being produced as the clothing is biodegradable & and grown individually as needed. further, there was a desire to go beyond simple clothing & find out what plant human collaboration is capable of.

where

Super PIT devices are produced in several different places across the (Western) world. the materials are sourced locally (as much as possible). both of these aspects are considered in an effort to keep transport distances short.

when

the Super PIT can be used all the time (or whenever you want to wear clothes). it is intended for play & creativity, but also for mindfulness, in order to get a better connection with one’s body. for example, it can be helpful during breathing exercises. while the S-PIT has a fairly long lifespan when used properly, brute force can damge & ultimately break the device. using unsafe Seɘꓷ-ling cards can cause the device to malfunction & make it unusable & even unrepairable.

how

like any other 'smart' technical device, the S-PIT too begs risk of being hacked or misused. for example, counterfeit & unauthorized Seɘꓷ-ling cards can contain suspicious data that can cause unexpected behavior & malfunction of the device. if the device does happen to break or stops working (properly), it can be brought to an official repair shop where trained personnel will look at the device, give advice & (try to) fix any issue there is a variety of different ways Super PIT can be used. some people have a more pragmatic view & use it simply for the sake of being clothed. others who are more fashion-oriented use Super PIT for its different options for customization & self-expression. it is also possible to take on a playful approach, exploring all the various possibilities of this new technology. the Super PIT could evolve by employing better sensor technology & in general improving the communication between human & clothes. further, there is a potential for improving human control (options & responsiveness) as well as researching the realization of additional superpowers that truly go beyond human abilities.

hope you enjoyed 😉

ーつづくー

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tamapalace · 3 years ago

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Bandai Japan Announces Toy Story Tamagotchi

To infinity and beyond! Bandai Japan is partnering with Disney Pixar Animation Studios to deliver the new Toy Story Tamagotchi, and it’s an adorable collaboration we’re super excited about! The Toy Story Tamagotchi will bring your favorite characters and scenes from the movies right to your Tamagotchi screen! Available in two shells, clouds paint and friends paint, you’l be able to raise up to seventeen characters, play three mini games, and view daily animations repeating scenes from the four films.

As soon as you boot your Toy Story Tamagotchi, you’ll see the Toy Story logo followed by the animation of Andy giving Bonnie a cardboard box, this animation is from Toy Story 3. Then Woody will appear on your screen in pixel form. It’s your responsibility to take care of Woody, and based on your care Woody can evolve into one of sixteen other characters (seventeen total with Woody) from the movies. These characters include Jessie, Buzz Lightyear, Aliens, Forky, Hamm, Dolly, Slinky Dog, Bo Peep, Chuckles the Clown, Rex, Trixie, Mr. Pricklepants, Bullseye, Buttercup, and two mystery characters that have not yet been revealed.

There will be a different play pattern with each character which features unique animations. Bandai Japan has provided a few gifs that show some characters being played with by Bonnie’s hands.

The three mini games are Jump! With Duke Caboom, Land with Parachute which features the Bucket O’ Soldiers, and race car driving with RC Car! These games are true to the Toy Story movies as they all feature characters from the movie and pertain to scenes featured throughout the four films.

10 popular character scenes will display on your Toy Story Tamagotchi, these include Ducky & Bunny, Beans 3 Brothers and Sisters, Buster the dog and more! If you don’t take care of your Tamagotchi, then it’ll actually be sold at a yard sale which comes directly from Toy Story 2, and is and event held by Andy’s mom. The card box box includes 25 cents. If you have Forky, then you get a unique animation! Forky will actually go tot he trash can, after all Forky does say he’s trash!

Both Toy Story Tamagotchi shells will be available for purchase in Japan June 25th, 2022 for an MSRP of ¥2,530 including tax. No word yet on preorders, but we’ll keep you posted as soon as we find out. I think we can all say that this summer is about to be beyond!

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Bandai Japan has even put together an introduction video that gives you a better look at what the Toy Story Tamagotchi will be like! Think we can all say that this summer is about to be beyond!

#tamapalace #tamagotchi #tmgc #toystory #toy story #toystorytamagotchi #toy story tamagotchi #toystorytmgc #toy story tmgc #tamatag #virtualpet #bandai #news #woody #buzzlightyear #buzz lightyear #pixar #waltdisney #walt disney

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min-yunki-agustd · 2 years ago

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Day: 6

sick ono partner

request: sickfic with jhope? Any pairing! Maybe he gets a sick from overwork or like catches a bug bc he is overworking him self? I hope thats enough info for u! It has never done this stuff before! I

writer(jam): You did good! thanks for requesting

sickie: Hoba

caretaker: yoons

tw: emeto mentions, sickness, nausea fluff, and ( I forgot what its called intimacy or something idk) romantic relationship

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Hoseok has been working nonstop, in the studio adding lyrics to the beat yoongi gave him, in the dance studio freestyling making choreo for his album, and for nearing future collaborations. He's been every all at once for several weeks. It's no surprise when he works himself into a bug. Yoongi was the first to notice Hoseok's declining health. He happened to be in Hybe one of the many days hoseok was there. It was nearing the end of the week, and Hosoek was gathering a few notes and songs from his office so that he could play the music in the studio and review the notes he made on the choreo. Yoongi happened to be walking passed. He noticed hoseok left the door wide open. yoongi peeped inside to find hoseok gathering papers. "hey," yoongi says announcing his presents in the door frame. "hey hyung," hoseok says back. Once hosok actually looked up from his papers yoongi noticed how sickly and tired hoseok's face looked. "you alright? you seem.. tired" yoongi asks concerned about the member. yoongi's question made hoseok stop and think. He was pretty tired. " yeah I'm kinda tired I've been here all morning" hoseok explains shuffling through papers until he found the one he was looking for. " you should definitely get some rest sometime," yoongi says standing up straight, previously leaning on the door. yoongi walks away. yoongi never held a conversation for very long especially if it was small talk. Hoseok began taking notice of just how tired he actually was. he tied thinking back to when he slept last. It didn't take him long to realize that he hadn't been here just all morning but all night since yesterday. He checked his watch. he'd worked all through the night into the next day.

Hyung was definitely right I need some sleep, hoseok thought to himself. He would finish his work and leave earlier than usual. That was his initial plan until taehyung asked him to take a look at his album which was about an hour and thirty minutes, taehyung simply couldn't decide how to go about one of his songs. Then jungkook really wanted hoseok to see some trick he'd taught himself and it wouldn't had take very long if it weren't for Jimin distracting him. It was amusing so hoseok let it slide. Despite being busy He always made time for the members. For some reason the longer he went on the more tired and achy his body felt. He tired that this is what he gets for not taking the proper time to rest his body. Once he is distraction-free he finally heads back to the dance studio. Right as he's about to start working he gets a text message from his phone. It's Suga hyung. He asks hoseok if he was to grab lunch together. Hoseok looks at the time he hadn't even noticed it was around lunchtime. He's not sure when he had a proper meal last. He decides to text his hyung back letting him know that he's coming. Hosoek puts his stuff neatly away and prepares to walk to yoongi's studio. Once he arrived he knocked on yoongi's door.

yoongi yelled out that he was coming before he opened it up. Once their eyes met yoongi noticed how worse hoseok looked. yoongi took him by the hand and pulled him inside. yoongi gestured for hoseok to sit on the couch. "lemme save this real quick hobi" yoongi bent over his desk and type In a few short key commands into his computer before heading back over to hoseok. hoseok sat still on the couch. his body aching all over. Yoongi still standing took a hand to hoseok hair, combing through it lightly, pushing it out of hoseok's face. yoongi took that same hand and rested the back of it on hoseok's forehead. he checked the sickly man's temperature. He was warm. " your warm" yoongi says looking down into hoseok's eyes. Hoseok didn't say a word he was melting into his boyfriend's touch. Hoseo wishes the tension in his shoulders would break. As if yoongi read his mind yoongi sat down gently on the other's lap and began massaging his long pale fingers into hoseok's shoulders. Slowly pushing his body into a hug. Hoseok kept the other steady in his lap, holding with one hand yoongi's waist and the other on the back of yoongi's neck coming through his long thick hair. Hosoek could fall asleep in this position, but he knew yoongi wasn't going to let him. Yoongi moved out of the hug, moving dangerously close to hoseok's lips. "What do you want for lunch?" yoongi asked lowly. "I don't know I'm not hungry hyung" yoongi rose from hoseok lap. " I know a place." yoongi stood and began heading for the door. Hoseok followed. Yoongi locked up and they headed out of the building.

hoseok rested his head on his hyung's shoulder as yoongi called for a car to pick them up. Once the car arrived they hopped in car. Usually, the conversation in the car would be so long that it would make the car ride feel short. Hoseok was abnormally quiet. He knew he was he couldn't bring himself to start up a conversation. His head was getting to him. Along with the tiredness and achiness, he felt like his body was crashing from working so hard and for so long. He typically took care of himself but he hadn't been doing such a great job lately. He's glad he's especially glad he has yoongi at times like this. Somehow the car ride was a bit nauseating. He shook it off and joined his lover's hand while exiting the care of entire the restaurant. The restaurant smelt of sweat and was like home cooking. typically he'd love that smell but currently, it's messing with his head and now his stomach. Once they were seated yoongi noticed hoseok looking a little down. Yoogni asked him again if he was still feeling right. Hoseok answered truthfully, he knew yoongi would figure it out eventually so there was no point in lying. He explained that he felt sick after the ride. " maybe it was the driver.... when was the last time you ate?" yoongi asked. hosoek thought back to his last meal but he couldn't remember his head was too fuzzy in the restaurant. He was starting to grow warm, the entire place felt like a sauna. he takes off his jacket in a tempt to cool down a bit. yoongi was still waiting for an answer. He noticed hoseok start sweating and began taking off his jacket. He was growing more and more worried for the other.

When the waiter came by and asked what drinks they'll be having yoongi ordered water, and hoseok looked like he needed it. Once the water came yoongi took hoseok's and put his straw in the cup for him. " here take a few sips to cool down." The moment the ice-cold drink hit his tongue it was refreshing, he can't say the same for when it hit his stomach. hoseok felt too full and he only had a few sips of water. "maybe you just need to eat something?" he says. When the food came soon after yoongi watched hosoek thoroughly as he took small bites of his meal. barely enough to chew, watching him swallow down hard as if he was swallowing a ton of bricks. They both finished their meals. Usually, when they went out for lunch together they'd both rush back to their work. But yoongi could tell by how sluggish hoseok got after eating that hoseok would be working for much longer today if at all. yoongi decide he'd stick with him to keep an eye on him. He clearly wasn't doing so hot. Hoseok explains how sick and tired he felt while they wait for their showfer to confirm yoongi's theory.

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The car back was hellish, and hoseok felt awful. He felt as if he could just lose his lunch at any moment. He figured he'd gather his things from the building and head out. yoongi followed close behind. He had made it all the way till he hit the hall. Hoseok stopped and leaned against the wall. His legs were very tired." Come on let's keep going I'll grab your things and we can go home" yoongi help on to hoseok trying to get him to move but hoseok was barely budging. Yoongi managed to put Hosek's things in his bag and take him out to his car. They started driving. Helda tight grip on his stomach, he really wish he had;t eat so much but he and yoongi thought it would help. Though he was in a sitting position his legs were killing him and so was his head. He knows if traffic doesn't get any better they'll have to pull over somewhere. The food in his stomach just won't settle. He tried to wait it out hoping nausea would subside but the ended up pulling off to the side and waiting for the inevitable. Yoongi stood close by rubbing his back a little too close, but hoseok really wanted the comfort. Hoseok rests most of his body weight on yoongi. Yoongi had a feeling that hoseok wasn't going to upchuck his lunch. He figured he had to wait out a bad wave of nausea, and that his anxiety about puking was getting the best of him.

He was proven wrong when hoseok coughed being on an onslaught of weight stick vomit onto his lap. It happened so fast that neither of them had time to act against it. Hoseooko got up swiftly after, far too swift for his stomach to bring on a harsher round of vomit onto the pavement. If yoongi's stomach wasn't in the right place he'd be gagging too when he saw the ray of multi-color sick on his pants. Yoongi tried getting up and shaking the sick off his pants. He was not successful it only end up lading on his shoes. Hosoek on the other hand had a hard time staying upright. He felt dizzy as he bent over. lightheaded from the rush of blood to his head. His stomach was in a not. He smelt an awful smell and felt a warm hand on his back. His boyfriend must have seen how wobbling he was on his feet. Hoseok felt yoongi's hand leave for a moment taking all hoseok's comfort with him. he eventually came back with napkins. First to whipe at hoseok's face and then himself. Hoseok felt weak trying to get back to the car. yoongi assisted him throwing hoseok's arm over his shoulder and guiding him most of the way. hoseok's stomach was still awful and everything hurt. It was going to be a long night.

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alldayangst · 4 years ago

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gold rush (Tom Holland)

All of my fics are LGBT and PoC friendly. Inspired by gold rush by Taylor Swift. Everybody wants Tom, but you don’t like a gold rush. WC: 2.7K words.

“Y/N, I just wanted to say again, thank you for coming in today and doing this for us.” Tom’s dad, Dominic, said as he displaced papers across desks, earl grey swaying like an angry lake in his mug. Approaching footsteps hinted that the star of the show was soon to be hold. In other words, Tom was running behind.

The door creaked and light from the corridor crept through like Sun peeping through curtains of the Night. It refusing to shut after Tom budged and pushed was maybe divine punishment for him being so late, and maybe provided the bit of laughter you needed after rolling out of bed at 6am for this, for him. When the door eventually did close, Tom turned around and saw you in all your glory; much taller than he remembered, more assured than he’d imagined, and more gorgeous than drowned out and half forgotten memories of you could ever fabricate.

You and Tom ran in the same social circles, but hadn’t seen each other since Tom’s career imploded when you were both nineteen. As much as Tom felt he owed his heart and soul to the UK, he maintained an almost permanent fixture on the States. It started to feel like his trips back to England were in fact actual holiday. At one point, you were in love with Tom, but meeting became a constant battle of ‘here, not there’ and your heart grew tired of the duck and goose chase. The gravity of the situation was too much for you, whom hadn’t even tasted their twenties yet.

“Y/N!” Tom launched at you and held you in tight embrace. You let go of the hug, but he didn’t. And his dad watched on in momentary awe as you wrapped your arms around Tom once again, who breathed in every part of you with unwavering adoration.

“Tom!” You rubbed along his back as he hummed. “When I was told we were gonna have a ghost writer, I had no idea it was gonna be you.”

Tom and his dad (being an author) were collaborating on a book, a million dollar idea that’d been years in the making. Tom had stalled it, his dad told you out of simple insecurity. Now that the world was a stage, he was worried people would criticise his dyslexia with every line he wrote, that every stroke of his pen would reveal him as a rare type of monster that lacked intellect, he pondered that he wasn’t insightful enough in some way. His dad may have written a book about Tom outfaming him, but Tom felt like he’d always live in Dom’s shadow in this respect. Fresh from Oxford with an English Bachelor’s degree, Dom employed you to get grease on the gears to commence writing. Tom had always come out of his shell when you were around.

Your writing session lasted from 8 til noon, when Tom had promo with LadBible or Entertainment Weekly or whoever had bid the highest from his presence that day.

The door swung open and three men in all black and mics saddled around their waists called for and led Tom out of the room.

“Tom, session’s over. We need to get you to your BBC promo in 30 and we’re already running behind schedule.’ One cloaked Tom in a jacket you were sure was more expensive than your own home and another whispered something into a walkie talkie: “Holland is on the move. Check the back entrance is clear.” With that, Tom rose to his feet and left completely opposite of the way you came in. Without a word, no goodbye.

You and Dom left the building together around ten minutes later, where ten men with large cameras stood, lenses focused on you, glaring at you, not sure what to make of you. One of the men screams “Hey! You dating Tom Holland” and after that all you hear is clicks and all you see is bright flashing lights and Dom clenches your hand and leads you to your taxi cab.

The next time you see Tom is sooner than expected. The Hollands were hosting a last minute dinner party and you found yourself sitting opposite Tom, feeling his hard, hot and heavy gaze on you. The tension in the room was so thick not even a chainsaw cut through.

“Next topic,” You picked up a card from the deck and read it aloud. “Politics!” You said devilishly as you sip on what was left of the white wine in your cup, and now that your thought process is blurred; Tom’s longing gaze puts you at dismay.

“Fuck!” Harry exploded, and you hear their mother hiss. “Fuck I hate politics, there’s no making it out alive!” he remarked as he drummed on the table cloth, drunken excitement brewing a new energy in the room.

You go on like this for hours until dinner party is dinner party no more. And while Dom, Nikki and all of Tom’s siblings have chosen to exit stage left, it’s 1am and you and Tom have yet to leave the scene.

Tom sets down your deck of debate cards in favour of a genuine moment.

“What are you doing these days, Y/N?” Tom’s not looking at you, he’s looking at your knee as he rubs circles on it. You want to look down there too, see what he finds so intriguing; but you decide against it in fear you might spontaneously combust. You don’t know if this moment’s supposed to be intimate or innocent and you’re not sure if you want to find out.

So you put up a wall.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Holland.” You say sarcastically. “What have you been doing these days? I haven’t seen you around.” Your eyebrows scrunched up together but you’ve got a big, idiot grin on your face that’s more than telling. Tom giggles at your facetiousness.

Tom scratches his head in mock thought. He never clocks out, always putting on a show. “I don’t know - uh.” You’re laughing before Tom has even told the punchline, ‘cause I guess anything’s funny when it’s said by the one you love.”I’m kind of -” He snatches an old Spiderman comic off the floor. “I’m kinda doing this acting thing at the moment. Playing, y’know, this guy.”

“Well I wish you better luck in the future.” Tom has stopped rubbing circles but instead places his two hands on your knees as you rock back in laughter.

“I’m serious, Y/N. What do you do now?”

“Um.” You suddenly forgot your entire career as Tom, with no shade of subtlety, stares right into your soul. “I got my degree. I write like little stories, y’know? Have you ever heard of folklore?”

Tom shook his head.

“They’re like these little, old beautiful myths. And I write them for a living. And if I’m lucky, they get published in The Times. If I’m even luckier, I get to work with my old best friend - ” You feel your world stop temporarily as you call Tom your ‘best friend’ and you pause for all of 0.3 seconds to register Tom’s reaction but his face doesn’t flinch. “-Writing a book with him and his dad.” And that makes Tom smile. So he doesn’t have to tell you he missed you, you just know.

‘Undivided appearance’ and ‘undivided attention’ don’t necessarily mean the same thing in Hollywood as they do in real life, and you learn that the hard way in your writing session.

Tom may have been sat right next to you, but he was miles away. He was doing press with Cosmo, who hadn’t stopped tagging him with blue hearts on his Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat stories, causing his phone to go off every two seconds. You looked at the phone and then at him who then got the hint and put it on silent. Then there was a knock on the door. Tom rushed to open it, expecting that Dom had sent down a food delivery to egg you on finishing this chapter. You rehashed his childhood like a million times - in fact, you were part of it - so when it came to writing the parts that hurt, where you took a more supporting role in his life, you needed his help. The fact is, the knock at the door had come from one of Tom’s men (Tom liked to call him Man In Black no. 3) who hadn’t said as much as a ‘hi’ before he made his announcement. “Tom, you’re on the line with Cosmo in 10.” The man stepped back and pulled out his walkie talkie, “Holland knows he’s on the line with Cosmo at 10.” And then continued to pace around the hallway.

Cosmo called as he said they would and you almost felt for. second like tom might enjoy an entertainment magazine’s company more than yours. The interviewer made glaring comments and passive flirts at Tom who just blushed and chuckled and sipped his water like the woman on the phone calling him ‘hot’ was just too much to handle. At one point, she says: “What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, Tom? With your hair falling into place like dominoes.” You’re not expecting it when Tom tilts the phone so you’re in view. “Well I’m with the most beautiful being on Earth right now so..” Tom looks at you as if to ask ‘is this okay?” and you know it’s too late for these kind of questions, because that moment is headline fodder, so you smile not to make him feel bad for opening Pandora’s box. But Tom is merciless and likes to rub salt in the wound. “This is Y/N! Y/N’s helping me write the book with my Dad! We go way back.” He covers his mouth as soon as he says it. “Shit! They’re not supposed to know about the book yet.”

This is the moment, you think, where you believe when they say your first love is the one you never let go.

And you can’t think of anything purer than the love you have for him.

Tom thinks being on land is boring. He likes being strung from chords 30 feet in the air, and drowning in despair through scenes of emotional turmoil. You want to tell him you’re an arrow from Cupid’s bow about to reach him, but you couldn’t recover from the splinters if Tom shut you down. After all, Tom was a gold rush. A treasure that everyone had discovered but nobody owned. How precious is a jewel that anybody could take home with them?

Tom had invited you to a visit to Brighton with him, a city near the coast, for some inspiration on writing his section of the book.

You accepted. And because you did, you found yourself at the beginning of the end, on Tom’s boat in Brighton. “We don’t have to talk about the book right now.” Tom throws a stack of blue tinted paper on the floor. His dyslexia meant that spelling and reading was so much easier when done on blue pages, and you could only guess that was the reason the body of water around you brought him so much peace. So when you saw that something might compromise your best boy’s happiness, you point it out. To give Tom a little bit of time to exit before things got ugly.

“Tom, I see someone in the bushes.”

“Yeah. It’s a pap.” Tom mumbled nonchalantly.

“They’re here to get pictures of me,” He turned to face you. “and you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, the fans ship us. Think we’d be a good couple after that Cosmo stunt. We would have been a good couple when we were like, 18.” He laughs.

“Huh, yeah.” You look down.

“The best one around.” And you can’t tell if he’s serious.

You rip off one of his blue sheets. “I’m coming. I got hit with inspo.” And you trail to a different section of the boat. A very obvious click of the camera from a shrub nearby coaxes your pen to write without a second thought, How is he so accustomed to this? Fake private moments, protected by sheer glass curtains?

You scrunched your paper, well his paper, into a ball.

Your mind had turned his life into folklore. You weren’t sure if that was crossing a line, so you just put the ball into your bag and hide it until he hits you with the spark again.

“Let me see it.” Tom says.

“No.”

“You ran off to write it and won’t let me see it?”

You held your bag at your hip in defence. “No, Tom. Drop it.”

Tom’s face drops a little bit, but then he reaches into his own bag and reveals a deck of your debate cards. “I know what will cheer you up, good ol’ Y/N.” He sets a card on the wooden table between you two.

“Do you believe in a higher power?”

You toyed with the pendant around your neck which revealed your faith. “Do you?”

“I don’t. But I believe in soulmates.”

You look to the left to really ponder on what Tom is saying, and a paparazzis captures another photo of you in the corner of your eye.

“And you don’t think there’s a higher power that manufactures our souls to make our soulmates?”

Tom feigns a scowl. “That’s ridiculous.”

You scoffed. “How very contrarian of you.”

“What the fuck does that mean.”

“It means you contradict yourself, Thomas.” You laugh as he holds his chest in fake hurt.

“Are you implying I’m anything less than perfect?”

“Never.”

Never. Because you didn’t believe that to be true.

“Good. Cause you’d have to be punished.” Tom picks you up and throws you in the water below before jumping in with you.

On your way home you stop at the yours and Tom’s writing booth, scavenging through your bag to drop off Tom’s notepad, some scrunched up blue and white papers you and Tom thought could still help you write his book. You’d made an addition to your love-hazed scribblings about Tom and reckon you’d die if he found it. You managed to throw the other in the water, excusing yourself with “It’s utterly awful.”, to which you and Tom agreed you wouldn’t throw any more paper in the ocean cause the poor fish already had it hard enough.

You and Tom had a session the next day. Tom was excited for the day, and you could tell because he’d given his phone to one of his big babysitters for the time he had you.

“I think that’s all of yours.” You and Tom made a business out of unscrunching your paper balls to see if they had any useful ideas. You were certain you reached the end of Tom’s. All of his notes had ‘T.H’ written on the back in big and were scribed on blue paper. When it came to your little ‘secret admirer’ notes you weren’t worried - you had an English degree and were quick to think on your feet and was ready to make something up when it came to opening it.

“No, this one’s mine.” He’s confident, so you let him have it. He goes to pick up your tea and then realises it’s nowhere near warm, and was the one you made for yourself when you crept in yesterday evening. Tom has a smile on his face, and then he doesn’t. Before he goes to read it aloud, his eyes tell you he’s reading it again and again and again. “At dinner parties, I’ll call you out on your contrarian shit, and the coastal towns we wondered round will never see a love as pure as it.”

The look on Tom’s face gives you the splinters. He tries to look at you but you know he can’t. You don’t blame him. You can’t look at him either. “I really thought this was a good friendship.”

You hum and nod your head in agreement, pull your lips into a thin straight line as streaks of tears abandon your eyes. This was worse than Tom rubbing salt in your wounds. He’s rubbing dirt in your painful fucking gashes and you are reminded of why this didn’t work before, why it will never be.

And you wouldn’t dare to dream about him anymore.

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jmblyajones · 4 years ago

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Eagles: Date Night 3x4

*Check out my (long 😇) analysis/review and peep my OTH comparisons lol

1. Mats is literally falling apart at the seams. He looks a wreck. Is this his rock bottom?

2. Can you imagine playing hockey? I wouldn’t even be able to catch myself on rollerblades. I would fall on my ass repeatedly….

OMG DATE IDEA: Amie and Elias go ice skating/rollerblading! He teaches her how to skate?!! Ooo or a karaoke date!

@ Carl and Stefan

3. Felicia is posted up having last night regrets…Chile, we’d all hope this was enough to stop whatever is coming. That makes me sound like a fortune teller but I just don’t think this is the episode she decides she will become clean and sober.

4. I feel really bad for Ludde. I don’t know if he will ever be close to what he was… You know what this reminded me of, Lucas Scott when he found out about his heart condition. If you’ve watched OTH you know he eventually moved on to writing novels. Ludde likes to write music….very left field me talking about this I know but it just had me thinking

Update: “Hockey isn’t everything” well well well. I guess I’m not far off. The OTH blueprint still lives!!

5. Elias is so damn cocky lmao just like Nathan. lol

6. I am just waiting for Mats’s huge “this team is special” speech. I have faith it will come.

7. Retro in Swedish is so extra and expressive, I love it!

8. I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY CURTESY TACO BELL DIET COKE DRINK! AMIE, LUDDE, ELIAS? ABORT ABORT ABORT!

Oh this is fucking awkward. Ok well she’s smiling so, that’s a good sign. Things seemed to be squashed since the funeral? Am I reaching with that conclusion? Ludde looks like he’s about to choke too tf 😂……..

Ludde looking at Elias and Amie, oh my gosh 😂😂 yup, you picked up the vibes too huh? BIIIIITCH! Look at Ludde hooking a brotha UP!

Elias is acting so anxious about asking Amie out and Amie is just chillin’! Icing on the cake if he were to turn around and bump into the beetle. But I guess he’s too suave for that 🙄😂 Definitely ‘boy likes girl more’ trope on LOCK!…

Ugh YES! Amie and Ludde are back to being friends (somewhat of that Haley and Lucas friendship)!! I liked them working on music together. I’m excited to see what they come up with. OOOOR when Amie goes back to music full time, she hires Ludde to be her collaborator and songwriter (if there is a chance Ludde doesn’t get in to the London school)?!

9. WAIT? Why didn’t I catch this earlier??? Sam is Andres’s boyfriend? I really missed that last episode? 😂…

Aw shit… why is Andreas coughing up a lung now??

10. I need this mother/daughter relationship repaired! Y’all hate to see it but I’m siding with Petra. Idk how the laws work over there with minor’s signing contracts without legal guardian’s consent but putting my self in petra’s position, I would feel some kind of way if my child just left without a moments notice and the only times I heard about how she was was on the radio when she indirectly disses me. I am all for Amie following her dreams but not at the cost of loosing her mother.

MAN, THE WAY PETRA ALMOST JUMPED OUT HER OWN SKIN WHEN SHE HEARD AMIE SAY ELIAS 😭😭 I know those 1980’s flashbacks hit miss mama’s HARD

What prior relationship was Amie in? tf??

“We don’t need to talk to each other” Girl what the hell is going on? I’m at a cross between being irritated and being hella sad. I must have missed something because this don’t make no kinda sense…

11. Aw, look at Felicia being all romantic… I know that food is cold but at least your man showed up lmao

12. Why the hell is this girl talking about her funeral AGAIN?? This is the second time DAMMIT!! Y’all think I’m playing and kiki-ing but there is really something wrong with Felicia. Something is going to happen and I don’t think we are ready for it.

13. Amie… you really thought this was a group thing? AAAAHAHAHA! Elias said “probably just us” boy is trying to play this shit off so WEAK 😭😭 If y’all don’t stop playing… y’all know this is a date *raises eyebrows*.

Elias is so nervous, i LOVE IT! If anybody has ever been to the movie theaters, you know that the snacks always cost more, good bye 💀

Elias asked her to pick out candy he’d like? Are we serious?? Of course Amie knew what he’d like 🤪 soulmates usually do.

Holy shit, Elias is asking if Amie has a boyfriend. Guys my heart right now… CREEPER BO WAS AMIE’S BOYFRIEND?!?! (makes sense why she was playing with his fingers) THAT MAN HAD TO BE IN HIS 30’S WTF?!? The name Creeper Bo remains.

Amie did not just call Klara the biggest bitch in their city bro SHUT UP! She ain’t wrong but my gosh girl 😂😂 I am getting my LIFE RN! She really has that “everyone can get the smoke” energy (even for her mom :((.. petty me is stopping lol) I love Amie’s character so much. she is very well rounded. she definitely has room to grow and mature but you can see she is still a good person and never wants to maliciously hurt anyone. Even calling Klara a bitch, which we all know she is, Amie still says she sees good in her.

Elias is just straight flirting with my girl oh my gosh 😭 i’m so happy.

14. Ok, great! We are getting into Felicia’s whole mindset with this social media gig. Cuz a girl has been wanting to know! Ok, i’m teetering on the line of Felicia telling Ludde, she just wants them to not have plans and dreams and stay in their town forever as selfish but honest. Only because us as the audience knows ludde actually has dreams. this all depends on her reaction when she finds out which by the tell of this current convo, her ass is definitely finding out unintentionally. she might hear an admissions voicemail, read an email or peep a submission packet. ludde’s ass is definitely not saying a damn thing.

Ludde says he doesn’t want to be a sugar baby anymore. Felicia just completely shuts down during any argument when she is being contested.

15. I’m like, nervous watching Amie and Elias on this stroll right now 😭 You see his body language. He is literally turned to her while they are walking forward. Love to see it.

16. Clearly Felicia is depressed and she turns to drugs. Sometimes a simple “promise” doesn’t help someone actually get clean.

Hold up hold up hold up… I think Ludde and Felicia are both right and conveniently none of them were thinking about the other.

Now…. if you forgive someone, you don’t bring up their past and rub it in when it suits you. Either forgive him or don’t be with him again. Felicia just copped to doing drugs and she turns it around to talk about Ludde and Amie… the deflection is wild

17. Oh another thing Amie and Elias have in common, they both moved back home. Wowowow. Oh he is down BAAAAAAAAAAD!

18. Okay……… I had a feeling Amie’s dad might be brought up. Oh gosh 🤦🏾‍♀️ 1. We gotta verify because that voice sounded a bit off, sorry. 2. of course when we see him in person, Petra has to verify! What I think might happen is, dearest daddy is really back, with petra and amie fighting (or more, amie fighting petra) amie might stay with her dad which would be horrible. i can see it now, he would definitely play that “your mom wouldn’t let me see you” card and he would help drive the wedge further and further away. I can definitely see Petra putting things to the side with the Kroon’s and asking Elias to bring Amie back home to her. Elias could possibly see that Amie’s dad could be using her for her name and fame. Or I could just be all wrong here…

* also, amie and elias’s first kiss better be as enthusiastic and passionate as they did with other folks prior, js (what if their first kiss is really in the rain yall..)

Tell what y’all think?! What are y’all’s predictions?

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