#missing their Vati....

[embarasseddragon234]

when the teenager who magicked himself into your secret lair just casually drops the most traumatic sounding story you've ever heard like it's nothing

(Part of my Tired Dad Duckula Au, basically 80s!Duckula is 2015!Duckula's dad. )

I drew this like 2 years ago in my sketchbook and never posted it, so I decided to do it up digitally a little

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine Michael Kaiser who came home with the house looking rather cold and empty.

Imagine Kaiser who just came home after a long season, snow dust all over his shoulder as he relaxed as soon as he steps home only to find the lights turned off, making the evening dark like it already is. In an instant, he turned stiff as his cold palms started to sweat.

Imagine the way he just stood there, bag hanging heavily on his shoulder as he stood there unmoving. Then his eyes lay upon the snow slowly falling outside. He could feel his heart picking up its phase. The way his vision starts to reflect on the window pane and instead of finding his reflect in the mirror, his old, younger, dirty little rat self was the one he saw.

Imagine the way he starts to recall none of his painful childhood but rather the less and less time he get to spend with you. Ever since the season started he was gone most of the time and just recently, he played overseas before coming back and playing within the league once again. He did not fail to notice how you seemed to be hiding something from him nowadays. The way you woukd excuse yourself in the calls earlier than usual.

Imagine the way he starts to panic upon the suddenly realisation that you may have left. Left because he was too busy on everything but you. That you grew tired of him. Well he knew how nasty he could be, how rude and annoyingly aggressive he could be. But you would not leave him right? He could change, he will change, he could be better- woof!

Imagine the way he pause once again. The breath that he did not even notice he was holding finally escape. Did he just hallucinate a dog? "No buddy, be quiet. Der vati would be here in a few moments okay? Hold it in till then." Okay maybe he was not hallucinating. Or maybe he was, maybe you left and he was just fooling himself you didn't. Woof!

Imagine the way he hesitated, the way his hands slowly reach out to touch the switch lights and finally give light into the house. He did not missed the way he heard a gasp coming from the kitchen but even still, that did not make him feel any better, more than ever, it made him nervous. What if his fears come true? What if you are not in there? What if you truly left? What was he supposed to do then?

Imagine upon entering the kitchen area, the first thing he noticed was the presence of people in there and upon looking at the kitchen island. His blue eyes met with a pair of (eye color) ones. There you were, a piece of crisy bread crust rusk in hand as you take a bite only to choke upon making an eye contact with him. With no time to waste, Kaiser hurry up to help up, and as soon as your throat clear up, you burst into laughter.

"Heilige scheiße baby, when I was hoping to surprise you, this was not part of the plan." Kaiser hates surprises. "Nevertheless, happy birthday baby. Take you being born, you're the best gift I could ever have" Michael Kaiser hates surprises, it makes him vulnerable, the way he doesn't know how to react. "I tried my best but this is the best recipe I could make with your favourite food, crispy bread crust rusk." Kaiser hates surprises, makes him look back in the days were he often thought of one only to be hurt and disappointed. "Also." You whistle, then a hurry small steps echoed in the kitchen. "Here." You picked up a familiar dog. The dog the two of you often saw whenever you went out a walk. "I know I could have adopted a new puppy in the shelter but on my way into the shelter I come across him and was like, why no take this one in- baby, are you okay?"

Imagine the way you took a step forward towards him, setting down the dog as he watches you reach out a hand to touch him. Only when you wiped away his tears did he knew he has tears rolling down his cheeks. "Baby- scheiße- sorry, I suck at surprise. I knew it was a bad idea. I'm sorry-" You were cut off when he grab a hold of your hand and gently caresses it.

Imagine, Michael Kaiser hates surprises. It make him feel like a fool know he does not know what to react. At the same time, he realised he was no longer the child who have nothing, have nothing but a stolen ball. "Meine liebe." He do not know the face he was making but he felt bad for making you cry too. Gently, he let go of your hand and gold you on your cheeks before leaning down to have your forehead pressed upon each other. "Danke, Ich liebe dich." Woof! Maybe surprises wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[pucksandpower]

DSQ

George Russell x Wolff!Reader

Summary: George was on top of the world … until he wasn’t

Note: I actually had a whole other fic written in honor of George’s win, but yeah, that happened

George slumps in his chair, staring blankly at the wall of his driver’s room. The sting of disappointment and anger courses through him, his victory at the Belgian Grand Prix cruelly snatched away by a technicality. He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

The door creaks open, and you step in quietly, holding a steaming cup of earl grey tea. George’s nostrils flare at the familiar scent, a small comfort in this storm of emotions.

“Hey,” you say softly, approaching him. “I brought you your favorite.”

George looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. “Thanks,” he mumbles, reaching for the cup with trembling hands.

You perch on the arm of his chair, your hand finding its way to his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He takes a sip of the tea, closing his eyes briefly. When he opens them, there’s a mix of gratitude and anguish in his gaze. “I just ... I can’t believe this happened. All that work, all that effort, and it’s gone because of 1.5 bloody kilograms.”

You nod, your thumb tracing soothing circles on his shoulder. “I know, love. It’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” George scoffs, his voice rising. “It’s a bloody joke, that’s what it is! I drove the race of my life out there. I fought for P1, managed those tires like a pro, and now ... now it’s all for nothing.”

“It’s not for nothing,” you counter gently. “You still proved yourself out there. Everyone saw what you can do.”

George shakes his head vehemently. “But it doesn’t count, does it? Not officially. I went up on that podium, I held that trophy, I sprayed champagne, and now ...” His voice cracks. “Now I have to give it all back.”

You slide off the arm of the chair and kneel in front of him, taking his free hand in both of yours. “George, look at me.”

He meets your gaze reluctantly, tears threatening to spill over.

“You are an incredible driver,” you say firmly. “One issue that you had no control over doesn’t change that. This wasn’t your fault.”

George’s jaw clenches. “But it was the team’s fault. They should have caught this. They should have fixed it before the race even started.”

You nod, understanding his frustration. “You’re right. They made a mistake, and it cost you. But you can’t change what happened now. All you can do is move forward.”

He lets out a bitter laugh. “Move forward? To what? More disappointment? More near misses?”

“To your next victory,” you insist. “Because there will be a next one, schatz. This isn’t the end of your story.”

George’s shoulders sag, the fight seeming to drain out of him. “I just ... I wanted this so badly. For the team, for myself, for ...” He looks at you, his expression softening. “For us.”

You reach up, cupping his face in your hands. “I know, liebling. And I’m so proud of you, regardless of what the official results say.”

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes. “Your father must be furious.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “Vati’s always furious about something. But he knows this wasn’t your fault. He’s far more angry at the team than at you.”

George’s eyes snap open. “Really?”

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Really. In fact, he was quite impressed with your driving today. Said it was some of the best he’s seen from you.”

A flicker of pride crosses George’s face, but it’s quickly replaced by doubt. “But what if ... what if this is as close as I get? What if I never actually win another race this season?”

“Hey,” you say firmly, making him look at you. “That’s not the George Russell I know talking. The George I know doesn’t give up. He fights. He perseveres. He comes back stronger.”

George swallows hard, his eyes searching yours. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know you,” you say simply. “I’ve seen your determination and your passion. This setback? It’s just fuel for your fire.”

He takes a shaky breath, nodding slowly. “You’re right. You’re always right.”

You grin, lightening the mood. “Well, Vati always says being right runs in the family.”

That draws a genuine laugh from George, the first since news of the disqualification broke. “God, I love you,” he says, his voice filled with warmth.

“I love you too,” you reply, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. As you pull back, you notice some of the tension has left his shoulders.

“So,” you say, a mischievous glint in your eye. “What can I do to help you feel better?”

George raises an eyebrow, a hint of his usual playfulness returning. “Well, your presence alone is doing wonders, but I’m open to suggestions.”

You stand up slowly, your hands moving to the zipper of your dress. “How about we start with getting rid of this?”

George’s eyes widen. “Here?”

You shrug, a coy smile playing on your lips. “Why not? I think you’ve earned a little rule-breaking today, don’t you?”

He hesitates for a moment, glancing towards the door. “What if someone walks in?”

“Then they’ll get quite a show,” you tease, your fingers toying with the zipper. “Unless you’d rather I stop?”

George’s gaze darkens, his earlier frustrations momentarily forgotten. He reaches out, pulling you onto his lap. “Don’t you dare,” he growls playfully, his hands finding your waist.

As you lean in to kiss him, you can feel some of the day’s tension melting away. You know there will be more challenges ahead, more disappointments to face. But right now, in this moment, you’re determined to remind George of all the good things he has in his life — starting with you.

The kiss deepens, and for a while, the world outside this room ceases to exist. There’s only you and George, finding comfort and strength in each other’s arms, ready to face whatever comes next … together.

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? Since it's Women's International Day, he and their son, Jack decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed, and just spending time together before going to the paddock. And be close to each other during the race. Just something fluff and cute. Maybe a little surprise at the end. You decide what it is. Thanks!! :)))

Days like these - Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Plot: Toto and your son decide to treat you after a hard day at the paddock with International Women’s Day as a reasons to be extra sweet to their lady.

A/N: im so so sorry this is much later than IWD but we can still use this to appreciate women all year round!

Credit to almostfantasy for the GIF

You were currently in and out of sleep, you’d had a very busy day around the paddock yesterday with it being media day so today you’d woken up pretty exhausted especially after what you and Toto had got up to the night before.

Toto had whispered softly to you to go back to sleep, squeezing your plush bare hip before kissing your forehead and climbing out of bed to go deal with your guys’ son who was definitely awake and wanting attention by now.

You were thankful for the lay in, but after some clinks, clonks and clangs coming from the kitchen you decided to go see what all of the noisy fuss was about.

You pull on an old top of Toto’s, an Austrian football team shirt that clung against your stomach and hips in ways that made Toto go crazy and a pair of shorts before rounding it off with your fluffy dressing gown and slippers.

You slowly make your way down stairs sleepily holding the side of the bannister as you go down. The noises from the kitchen get louder and louder until your voice opens to over power it all.

“Honey? Munchkin” you ask spread apart seeing if your husband would reply to you first.

“Mama no, no Mama no!” Your son cries out seeing your and grabbing your hand trying to pull you away from whatever is going on in the kitchen.

“What is it pumpkin?!” You ask.

“Daddy said we were doing you breakfast in bed! Your not in bed, your ruining it! VATI! Mama isn’t in bed, bed now” he cries as if you’d committed some kind of crime right in front of the child’s eyes.

In his eyes you had.

“Oh your Mama isn’t in bed, we’ll have to get her back then” Toto grins before lifting your up, as easy as ever, and throwing your over his shoulder causing a groan to fall from your mouth.

“What on earth. Toto put me down!” You laugh, lightly hitting his lower back, where your hands could reach because of the angle you were being held at.

Your son followed the pair of you up the stairs you teasingly reaching out to grab him, missing only slightly as he’d back up each time giggling at his mothers antics.

Toto lightly places you on the bed once your back in the bedroom, taking the slippers off and pushing you further up the bed. He places your son up on the bed, holding him to look at him as he explains.

“Okay, Mama escaped so we have to tuck her back in so she can’t leave again!” Toto states, showing him how to tuck you back in properly making you stifle a laugh as they both get to work making sure the duvet is secured around you.

They both trot off, going back to whatever they were doing in the kitchen as you open your phone cruising through your work emails for the day and any of the messages. One from Lewis, one from George. Some from your colleagues… it was ending when you worked for Sky Sports as presenter and commentator for F1.

Eventually you hear your husbands voice directing your son to be careful coming up the stairs so he doesn’t spill anything.

As they enter the room your heart warms impossibly. Your son was holding a glass of orange juice, not daring to look up at you in fear of dropping it. You knew he wanted to be included and that was arguably the easiest thing Toto would let him carry up the stairs.

Toto smiles widely at you, placing the array or breakfast foods on the tray across your lap, making you grin. All of your favourites were here.

“What is all of this for?” You ask happily, taking the glass of juice from your son whose been patiently waiting for you.

“Well, we know you had a hard day at work yesterday and it’s of course international woman’s day and we wanted to celebrate that with our favourite woman. Right buddy?” Toto asks your son making him nod having been briefly explained to why they were doing this for you.

A smile broke out across your face, Toto pulled you in placing a delicate kiss on your lips before he’s interrupted by the whining of your little boy who was trying to make his way up onto the bed with you.

Toto lifts him up and he crawls his way over on your left side hugging right into your mum pillowing that he loved to constantly be against.

Your son was extremely clingy, especially when it came to you. He was for sure a mummy’s boy.

Toto slides in next to you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he puts some cartoon on the tv opposite the bed to entertain your son.

You offer him some of your fruit to which he shakes his head saying that it was for you.

“I don’t mind baby, sharing with your is all I want to do” you grin and eventually accepts some of the mango, strawberry’s and bananas that were in the fruit bowl.

When you were looking he snuck a pancake away, a dead giveaway being the chocolate build up now around his mouth.

“You cheeky little monster!” You exclaimed as you grabbed some tissue to wipe around the mouth getting rid of the chocolate goodness that remained.

He giggles as your wipe around his mouth, trying to dodge you like a ninja.

Eventually your easy domestic morning had to come to and end. You and Toto both needed to be at the track today. You always travelled together since when you first started dating and that hadn’t ever changed you’d just added a member to the party. Another one soon to join, little did any of you know.

You all got ready trying to make a decent time to make your way over to Silverstone Circuit ready for a day full of FP1 and FP2. Toto was hoping for a bit more luck today as Mercedes hasn’t been doing great but with some upgrades brought in this weekend he was hopeful for Lewis and George to pull through now they had a car worth driving.

After today, this morning more like you felt more attached to Totos side than ever. Later that week, you’d find out it was your new pregnancy hormones that were making you feel so needy to be around him but for now you couldn’t put your finger on why you refused to leave the Mercedes garage when you weren’t needed around for the Sky Sports crew, or any interviews.

Sky Sports commentator - And here we have one of our very own, Y/N Y/L/N currently having some family time in the Mercedes garage with her husband Toto Wolff and their son. Just look at them all, such a picture right there

Sky Sports commentator- We should actually get her up here soon for an interview about the upgrades a lot of the teams have had for this weekend. One of the surprising teams to not have any being RedBull, potential hope for that gap to close?

They did eventually call you up away from your family.

You pulled him into a massive hug and kiss, not wanting to leave him and god until he pretty much forced you out of the garage and up to the commentary box where Crofty was waiting for you.

However Toto and your son didn’t stop for a second not to watch you on the big screen talk about the cars.

Your son squealed in delight every time you spoke and waved your hands about making the mechanics pause and laugh at the boy and talk to him about his mum. A topic the youngster was more than happy to chat their ear off about.

The whole weekend was great, you had some phenomenal interviews as their eas great racing to talk to all the drivers about and spending the weekend with Toto and your son just made the highlight of your weekend.

The race came around and you watched from the Mercedes garage holding onto Toto the whole time, watching as George and Lewis dominated the track successfully splitting up the Ferraris.

You ran off right as it ended knowing you’d be needed for the podium and post race interviews as soon as possible.

“Come back soon” he smiled at you pulling you into a long chaste kiss before letting you run off.

Toto knew one thing, regardless with what happened this year in Mercedes he was more than content with his life with your right now.

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[niuniente]

This can't be explained without some audio (as I was never taught phonetic alphabets) so I did some recordings. So, here we go, @vineee2000 (and all other Russian speaking people)

I had some Russian studies in my teens but I was able to attend only a few times and it was ages ago, but I remember teacher saying that learning how to pronounce Russian is easy to East-Finns due to our similarities in dialect vs Russian.

All Finnish words ending with i-sound will in my East-Savonian dialect turn into j-sound; like vesi = vesj (water). This final j pronounces a bit like й in Russian, at least the idea is same, like Сергей = Sergej.

The words are first in Finnish and then 3 times in my home area dialect. I have put an extra emphasis on the J-sound mimicking й because in the real spoken language it is subtle and thus mimickers miss it. The letter before j changes the pronunciation a bit.

The words are

Vati = Vatj (Washin bin, deep plate) Vesi = Vesj (Water) Veli = Velj (Brother) Äiti = Äetj (Mother) Lasi = Lasj (Glass) Kasvi = Kasvj (Plant) Peti = Petj (Bed) Regional differences within the dialect area do exist to such extend that when Kalevala was translated to Savo dialect, the translators had to settle to "generic Savonian dialect" which they made up themselves. So, I'm speaking only as an native East and North-East dialect speaker.

[ask-the-awesome-prussian]

Wait.. you didn't actually see the ghost of Knight's Templar?!?! Ah how sad..mín wulfa.. how sad...

- @magna-libera-germania

VATI WHERE DO YOU GET THE MINIONS

Also yes I just told you that so you won't start asking me about my imaginary friend! If I actually did see Knights Templar I'd be yapping louder to the "air"

If you know where he is, tell him I miss hi. . him . . HIS SINGING. Tell him I miss his singing that's all

[angel-anachronism]

(Small Ghost and pals fanfic I wrote this morning while outside with my parents)

This is related to the headcanons I wrote btw, and it will be a whole series soon if I do write more (this first chapter was only a small drabble oops).

(vocabulary at the end of this story for words with * at the end)

(check out the headcanons part 1, part 2(?))

The muddy dress (chapter 1)

“Mummy, where are we exactly going?” a young girl asked her mother. It was a warm day of June in the year 1911, and the Elsner couple was currently walking up north of the neighbourhood, together with their young girl, “Francie” as they nicknamed her. Today was a special day for her, as her parents never brought her anywhere along with them. 

“You’ll see when we get there!” The woman smiled at her daughter.

Little Francie was very excited. Maybe they’re going to a new park, or maybe even a new toy store! ‘Oh how joyful it’d be’ the little girl thought as she began skipping along her mother.

“Now, now, Francie! You’ve got to act like a proper lady, you wouldn’t want to make a buffon of yourself!” Her father chuckled softly as the girl pouted and began mocking the walk of snobby women. 

Once they finally arrived at their destination, Francie looked confused. Was this the surprise? Yet another mansion in the neighbourhood? “Vati*, did we get a new house?”

Mr Elsner began laughing at his daughter’s thought. “No, Francie. We’re just visiting a friend I knew since I was a lad. His family just moved recently from New York. You better be polite!”

Francie was yet more confused. Why would her parents make her come along with them to meet some boring adults? She bets they would talk only about boring things…

As her father knocked on the door, a man around his age, with a “funny moustache” as Francie thought, appeared at the door and smiled at her father. “Oh, Otto, mon ami!”

The two men shaked hands, as what seemed his wife appeared too. “Oh, why good afternoon! You must be the Elsners?”

Francie quickly became bored as her parents began talking to these strange people. She was usually the garrulous* one in the family, but it seems her parents took her place. As she was obediently following her parents throughout the mansion, she began hearing a child’s giggle outside the house. Do they have children too? 

Francie tugged her mother’s sleeve and pointed her finger towards the outside. Miss Elsner looked at their neighbour’s wife and she laughed softly. “I think my daughter would like to go outside.”

“Oh, that’d be lovely! I think my little Chris is outside too, why don’t you two go play with one another?” The woman smiled. Francie was now a little excited. Maybe she’ll make a new friend! 

She thanked her mother and the lady and began walking to the backyard where there was a giant beautiful garden. The girl was in awe. It looked like something from a fairytale!

As she was passing a tree, she heard a small voice shout: “Hey, you!”. Francie was puzzled. Where did the voice come from? “Look up, girlie!”

The girl looked up to see a kid on a thick branch, dressed in a usual sailor suit which most wealthy kids like her wore. “What are you doing up there? Aren’t you scared to get dirt on your crisp white suit?” she asked.

“Nope! I’m as brave as a hero, I don’t care if I get dirty!”

“You must be Christine…right?” asked Francie, which made the kid look almost offended.

“Christine? My name is NOT Christine. It’s Christopher!” The kid corrected her.

“Wait…you’re a boy?” Francie asked in shock, which made “Christopher” even more offended as he put on a grumpy expression.

“Of course I am! Do I look that wimpy to you?!” He barked, jumping off the branch as if it was nothing. Francie was shocked that he didn’t even break a bone from that jump, as the branch was quite high in the air.

“Now you convinced me. Not only that you’re ‘brave’, but also that you act like a peasant!” The girl said, now feeling mildly annoyed by him.

“A peasant?! You probably have lice in that big hair of yours!” Christopher defended himself.

“How dare you! My mummy helps me wash my curls thoroughly! You probably have lice yourself from how long your hair!” She yelled.

Christopher’s hair wasn’t exactly the longest, but it was indeed long for a boy during that time. He didn’t like the girl’s attitude at all. He was thinking of ways to make her angry as he didn’t like her one bit, and after all, teasing was very fun! He recalled how she mentioned if he’d get scared of his outfit getting all muddy, which could mean that she was mirroring her own fears. That sparked a devilish plan inside the little boy’s head.

Christopher took a fist full of soil from the ground, and without warning, threw it at Francie’s dress, and began laughing. “Look who’s the peasant now!”. The girl remained shocked, and Christopher was expecting for her to cry, but Francie immediately lunged at him and began pulling his hair, which caused the boy to scream, not only in pain, but also to get the attention of the adults.

The kids both began scratching eachother, it was like two cats fighting, it was intense, but as intense as you would expect two children to fight on the playground. 

Francie finally managed to climb on Christopher’s back and put her hands over his eyes, which caused him to lose balance and they both fell.

“Frances Elsner!” Francie heard her mother call, as well as see Christopher’s mother rush towards them to help both her and Christopher up. “What did you do to the poor boy-”

“I’m sorry, Madame Elsner… I was just playing tag with her and she fell. it’s my fault and I apologize.” Christopher said in a voice that sounded sincere, almost like he was feeling guilty. Christopher’s mom smiled as Francie’s mom just remained shocked. “You two just played tag?” 

As the eyes went towards Francie, and she didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted to say the truth, but at the same time it was practically her fault for what happened. “Yes…we were having fun…I’m sorry mummy…”

“Well, a fault confessed is half redressed. You are forgiven for now, but don’t get your clothes dirty again!” Mrs Elsner scolded Francie, as she looked guiltily at the ground.

The girl then looked up from the ground to see Christopher holding his hands out. What was he doing?! “Aww, it looks like my little Chris wants to hug your little girl!” his mom laughed softly. Francie was even more confused, but she saw him give her a look of “please trust me this once.” Even if it was humiliating, Francie held her hands out and they both began hugging eachother. She could feel how Christopher cringed at this action, but she felt like he was only doing this to make their mothers not question what they did earlier.

“I’m glad you two became friends!” Francie’s mom smiled softly at the kids as both her and Christopher’s mother went back inside the mansion.

“Why did you do that?” Francie asked

“Do what?”

“Lie?”

“It always works if you give the right puppy dog eyes!” the boy chuckled as he began walking back inside as if nothing happened.

“...thank you…” Francie said and Christopher just looked at her in shock. He smiled softly for a split second before he returned back to his neutral expression.

Yeah… they surely met on the wrong foot, but hey a happy ending is a happy ending…right?

Vocabulary

Vati - dad/daddy in german

garrulous - noisy, mouthy

anyways if you liked this story, make sure to send me feedback in some way (either by comments, reblogs, likes, etc)!

[lovelylovelace]

I heard many good things about you, Miss Lovelace!

Archimedes really adores you!

I hope you are doing alright, hows the eggs fairing?

❤️🥰❤️ oh! many thank yous!! me and eggs do well!! eggs very warm!! archie and me keep them cozy!!

archimedes is best egg vati!! i love him so many much!! ❤️🥰❤️ 🥚🥚🕊️🕊️

[brezelzeit]

Y’all… me and my friend have a postwar ‘Allo ‘Allo AU that fixes all the things I didn’t like about Series 9 and/or the ending! It’s from mostly Herr Flick and Helga’s perspective

I feel that any of these characters, even if they didn't get along during the war entirely may have eventually, after some time, resolved stuff or talked things through and maybe put the past behind and turned new leaves xD cause me and the friend who is working on this AU with me discussed that they got a vibe not many people hold grudges on this show

Helga and Herr Flick (who still looks like Richard Gibson because that other thing doesn’t happen in my version of the canon) are married and have lots of kids (in place of Helga marrying Gruber and I made it so just like them they have six children). Still working out what their careers would look like postwar though, but I would imagine Herr Flick is a record keeper/data collector type person. Probably plays his violin on the side tho, maybe in a band. Not sure about Helga tho, but possibly also a secretary in some capacity too but we'll see

Gruber- fun gay uncle type figure to Flick and Helga’s kids, looks after them when they’re away, spoils them with gifts; is also still best friends with Helga and spends a lot of time with her for social outings.

He has a blooming artistic career and often sends Flick and Helga little doodles or paintings or other creations of his in the mail. He has definitely made a fortune off of the Fallen Madonna- but is it real or is it a forgery? Who knows, but he’s at least happy- and has donated some of the money he’s earned from it to his close friends and most notably Flick and Helga. Much like in Return of Allo Allo- he might be Mimi’s chauffeur on occasion? but is willing to take Helga for a spin with him in his car too! So chauffeur for them both if you will. Gruber has a boyfriend who is my friend’s OC, but he still misses René and crushes on him to this day.

von Smallhausen is a sort of grandpa figure to Flick and Helga’s kids. This obviously means, that he and Flick are on better terms and somehow, Flick changed his ways and attitude/treatment towards him, however that was, and started to be nicer to him. Seeing as he is much older than Flick, he doesn’t have a whole lot of time there but he is the fun grandpa for as long as it lasts. He tells dad jokes, does magic tricks, juggles items, lends the kids parts of his old disguises for little make believe things, and in general, plays games with them and builds little forts with them etc…. Flick will be very sad- even if stoically so- when he passes.

Hans Geering: still gotta develop this more but I feel like he would also be friends with all of these characters and visit them often! He would come see them on vacation on occasion, as he is fully committed to his thing going on with British Intelligence. I’m sure this extends way past the war lol

Imagine Helga, Herr Flick and von Smallhausen- and to some extent the other characters- are always telling stories to the kids of the incredibly silly wartime memories they have... and they even have favorite stories of theirs they like them telling over and over again! For example:

"Vati tell me all about the time you and grandpa Engelbert met a scary butler, an old witch, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Bride of Frankenstein, and a four armed footman in an abandoned chateau!"

"Hahahahaa that's so silly Vati, you got blown up because of a putty nose?"

"Uncle Hubert, you're telling me you saw the ghost of the cafe owner pop up out of his grave to forgive you?"

"How did you fit into that knight costume Vati? And walk in it even though you walk funny like that?"

"Mutti, did Vati really give you a dead fish instead of a rose?"

"Grandpa Engelbert is safe from large bells now, right?"

XD have a bunch of faceswaps I did as reference for when I eventually draw Flick and Helga’s kids

[bwoahtastic]

Cub seb finally trusting toto enough to tell him his name. Babbling sadly about Vati. Norbut and what he can remember them doing together. He then asks if toto can call him seb because his other father called him sebastian. Of course toto agrees and tells anyone off for calling him sebastian.

Oh plss! Sebby telling Toto his name and then about vati who gave him his name! He misses vati lots and doesn't know where he is...

Toto is so understanding when Sebastian tells him it's too much to hear his full name so Toto asks if Seb/Sebby is okay and Seb likes that a lot!

Toto introducing seb as just 'Seb' to everyone and never using his full name as promised, and even correcting people trying to call him Sebastian! It's not their place to call him that, he is just sebby! Maybr Nico asked if Seb was short for Sebastian, not knowing the story ofc and that's why lil cub decides he doesn't like him!

[liiilyevans]

A prompt: Can you do George and Angelina renewing their vows/ possibly realizing they never got married in the first place?

Anon, I know this is late, but I love you for this prompt. @harryissuchalittleshit and I were talking about this a while back and we both think that George asks Angelina to remarry him every time they go to a wedding. So, enjoy this little oneshot!

Four Time George Suggested He and Angelina Get Remarried and One Time She Did

I.

Angelina was talking to Alicia when her very drunk husband came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She hadn't seen George had been gone for a hot minute, and she assumed it was because he and Lee went to go get high behind the barn on the property that the newly wed Woods got married on.

Out of the corner of her eye, Angelina spotted Katie and Oliver talking to Puddlemere's manager. They both looked radiant, Katie especially in her lace gown and long sleeves. Oliver looked as dashing as he always did with his shirt sleeves rolled up his arms. Angelina could not be more happy for her two oldest friends.

"You're pretty," he muttered pressing his face into her neck.

Angelina rolled her eyes good naturedly as Alicia sent her a knowing smile.

"Am I?" she said, turning her head slightly, and George pressed a messy kiss to her mouth.

"Where's Lee?" Alicia asked.

George finally seemed to notice her and grinned. "Hi, Lic. He's over by Ron and Harry I think. Near the drinks table."

Alicia hummed before heading that way.

Angelina turned around in George's arms, nudging his head up with her nose so she could look into his hazel eyes. They were slightly glazed over, but still full of desire, just as she expected. Weddings made her husband randy, much to her amusement.

"I missed you," he said breathily.

"You saw me thirty minutes ago," she said.

"Too long," he muttered, his hands clenching around her waist.

George always had been a fun drunk.

"Did you come over here to tell me you wanted to go home?" she asked, playing with his hair while he nuzzled into the side of her neck.

"No," he said. "I came over here to tell you I want to marry you again."

Angelina scoffed. "George, we got married six months ago." At a very beautiful mansion in northern England where they hadn't been able to take their eyes off each other long enough to enjoy the scenery. Good thing they had pictures.

"So?" he said. "I'm sure the officiant is still here. We could pull him up to the podium. Katie and Ol wouldn't mind."

Angelina was sure Katie and Oliver would mind very much.

Running her hand through his sweat slick hair, Angelina smiled at her husband. He was the most entertaining drunk she had ever met. It was one of the things she loved about him.

"Ask me again in the morning, yeah?" she said.

Luckily, that seemed to pacify George as he took to nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

I.I.

Angelina took the drink that George handed her gratefully. It had been a long day. Parvati and Lavender's wedding had been a two day affair, though George and Angelina had only made it to the second day due to her work schedule. It had been a beautiful cerebration of love and family, but her feet were starting to hurt and she needed a place to sit.

"I think this wedding rivals a Weasley wedding in rowdiness, don't you?" George said, sipping at his whiskey.

Angelina hummed. The Weasleys were a fun-loving bunch, but she thought Lav and Vati's families could give them a run for their money.

"Seems like only yesterday we did this," Angelina muttered into her drink.

Her and George's wedding had been a whirlwind of festivities with fireworks to conclude the night. Or rather, everyone else had watched fireworks. She was too busy being shagged by her new husband.

George interlaced their fingers. "I'm glad you said yes."

Angelina smiled. "I'm glad you asked."

It had been a surprise when he did. No one believed her when she said that; everyone thought she must have known since she was so perceptive. Truly, she hadn't. When George had dropped to one knee with tears in his eyes, she had cried, too, and said yes almost a million times she was sure.

While planning a wedding had been stressful, there was no one she would rather had done it with. From the flowers to the food to the venue. George was there at every turn, and she had never appreciated him more. When she'd walked down the aisle in her fitted dress, George had tears welling in his eyes, and Angelina had barely been able to contain her own.

It was a magical day.

"We should do it again, you know."

"Do what again?" she asked.

"Get married."

He always suggested such serious things with such ease, like he could snap his fingers and it would happen tomorrow.

"You'll have to top your first proposal if you want me to marry you a second time," she teased.

George grinned. "I can do that."

I.I.I.

"I never thought we'd get through that ceremony," George said. "I swore she was going to turn and run back up the aisle."

Angelina smacked him across the stomach for that comment.

"That's a little mean," Katie said.

"I thought that Ron being sick all over her shoes was more likely," Lee put in.

"You two are terrible," Angelina said, linking arms with Katie and heading away from the two.

Oliver was stuck in Switzerland and Alicia was Scandinavia. So, that left just her and Katie to deal with George and Lee.

"It really was a beautiful ceremony," Katie said. "I loved their vows to each other."

Ron and Hermione had written their own vows - Hermione's idea - and Ron's hadn't left a dry eye in the house, including his own. Looking back, Angelina thought it was something she might have liked to try.

"They were beautiful," she agreed. "Even Harry had tears in his eyes, and that's no easy feat."

Katie hummed and picked up a finger sandwich off a passing tray. Cocktail hour was two hours long, but everyone was expecting longer since photographs had to be taken between the ceremony and reception. Angelina grabbed two flutes of champange and handed one to Katie. Her friend took it, fingering the rim after she'd finished her sandwich.

"I have some news," she said softly.

Angelina gave Katie her full attention, fully expecting something to be wrong with Oliver by the way her friend was looking nervously at her feet.

"I'm pregnant."

Angelina sat her champange down on a nearby table. "What?" Katie's first son was only nine months old. To have another baby so soon seemed daunting. Angelina could barely handle her and George's son as it was. She couldn't imagine having two under two in one house.

"I haven't told anyone yet," Katie said. "I just found out a few days ago, but I couldn't wait for Oliver to get home. I just had to tell someone."

"Oh, Katie," Angelina said, pulling her into a hug. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," she said and Angelina could hear the tears in her voice. "I know it's really soon after Jack, but I'm so happy. Even if I do cry all the time." As she pulled away, she wiped a couple of tears from under her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I scared Oliver before he left. I was so upset he was leaving, I cried for hours. I think he was happy to get away."

Angelina shook her head. She remembered the pregnancy hormones well. Freddy had made her sick to her stomach constantly and waspish to everyone. She'd nearly made George sleep on the couch for breathing funnily around her.

"I'm sure he's more than ready to get back to you and his babies," Angelina said. "Even if he doesn't know there's a second one on the way."

Katie smiled brightly at her, and Angelina felt excitement for her friend well in the bottom of her stomach. When Katie was pulled away by a co-worker from St. Mungo's, Angelina headed toward the reception area in search of one of those waiters with food. She found her husband commandeering a whole tray for himself.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting food," he answered. "I don't know how long Hermione and Ron plan to take for their pictures, and I'm not bloody well starving waiting for them."

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Remind me what put the stick up your ass tonight?"

"Nothing," George said, popping a sandwich into his mouth. "Ron's my little brother. I'm required to be mean to him. It's in the job description."

She snorted, and very much doubted the validity of George's statement.

"Katie's pregnant."

George choked on his sandwich, and Angelina thought it served him right for all the comments he'd made about his brother.

"What?" he finally managed. "So soon?"

"Don't tell anyone," she said. "Oliver doesn't know yet."

"How come you know?" George said.

"Because I'm one of her best friends."

Which was true enough, though Angelina would have said she was more like a sister. She, Katie, and Alicia had been inseparable since they'd started playing Quidditch together. That hadn't changed over the years.

"Well, fuck me," George muttered.

"Your mother wouldn't approve of us going at it on one of the tables."

George choked again, and Angelina smirked as she stole a sandwich from his tray.

"Merlin, I love you," he said when he could speak again. He set the tray down and slid his arms around her waist, his fingers sliding up the bare skin of her back. Goosebumps followed his touch. "I should marry you again."

By now, Angelina was used to this. Almost every time they went to a wedding, George floated the idea of doing a vow renewal or remarrying her. She'd come to expect it by now.

"Not even going to ask me properly?" she said.

George grinned. "When have I ever done anything properly?"

I.V.

Angelina clapped loudly as Dean and Seamus walked back up the aisle together. It had been a long time coming for those two, and they'd persevered through a lot of ups and downs. Angelina was so happy for them. She didn't know how anyone couldn't be happy for them.

When they entered the reception area, Angelina's smile softened. It was a beautiful area lit with candles on each table and beautiful golden drapes hanging from the ceiling. A tugging on Angelina's skirt caused her to look away from the beautifully lit room.

"Mamma, I'm gonna go play with Lily," her three-year-old said.

Angelina looked across the room and easily spotted Harry's messy hair besides Ginny's bright tresses.

"Be careful, and stay with Harry and Ginny," she said.

Roxanne bolted as soon as she realized it was ok to leave. Her little girl was a wild one.

"She's going to break something one of these days if she doesn't slow down," Oliver commented.

"And I imagine your wife will be more than happy to fix it," Angelina said. Katie was an excellent Healer, and one of Roxanne's favorite people.

They found Oliver's wife sitting at table with Angelina's husband and Lee and Alicia. She wasn't sure if the later were going to make it, but they'd gotten in just in time. Gently, Angelina slid up to George's side and rested her head on his shoulder. He quickly pressed a kiss to her forehead, his beard scratching against her.

She loved that about him - that he acknowledged her despite being engaged in a conversation with someone else. It made her feel special. When he finished talking with Lee, he turned his attention to her completely.

"I've been thinking."

"Oh, no."

Angelina figured they were due for their wedding conversation at some point.

"If we did get remarried, the kids could be in it this time," George said. "Roxanne could be the flower girl, and Freddy and your dad could give you away."

"George Weasley," Alicia gasped. "When did you become such a romantic?"

George rested his chin on Angelina's shoulder and grinned at her. "When I married your best friend."

Angelina just rolled her eyes.

"That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," Katie said, a hand over her heart. "Oliver, why don't we have a vow renewal?"

Oliver sent her and incredulous look. "Because you nearly killed yourself planning our wedding."

Which was true. Katie had gone overboard and the stress of that combined with her job had nearly driven her into the ground.

She sent him a scathing look before turning back to George and Angelina. "You should let me plan your vow renewal."

"No," Angelina said easily before going off to find herself a drink.

V.

Roxanne was a radiant bride. Her dress was gorgeous, with a big tule skirt and flowered design on the corset. Her spaghetti straps were bejeweled with small rhinestones that added just the right amount of glitz to her outfit. To match the rhinestones Alicia and Angelina had fixed small diamond pins into segments of Roxanne's updo. Judging by the enraptured look on Hunter Wood's face as Roxanne stepped up onto the platform with him, the blonde thought Roxanne was as beautiful as Angelina did.

George stepped back toward her clearly wiping tears away from his eyes. Angelina grabbed his hand when he stepped up next to her, and they sat down together when they were directed to.

Angelina never thought she'd see Roxanne, her wild daughter, married before her son, but here they were. George wiping his eyes on one side of the aisle while Katie bawled on the other.

Before Angelina knew it, her daughter was officially a Wood and she and George were making their way back up the aisle. Fuck, that made her feel old.

When she and George made it to the start of the receiving line, Angelina gave George a moment with Roxanne and gave Hunter a hug. He squeezed her tightly.

"Congratulation, sweetheart," she whispered. Merlin, it seemed like yesterday she was watching and Jack and Hunter while Katie interviewed for CEO of St. Mungo's.

"Thanks," he said and Angelina saw the bright smile on his face as she pulled away, the same one Katie had. "I'm just glad we both made it through that ceremony."

"You did lovely," Angelina said.

Then she moved over to her baby girl. Roxanne had tears in her eyes and the biggest smile on her face, no doubt that result of whatever George had said to her.

"Congratulations, baby," Angelina said as she wrapped her daughter in a big hug. She was keenly aware that this would last time she would be wholly hers and George's in a sense, and she wondered if this was how her dad felt when she got married. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Mum," Roxanne whispered.

"You two have to come over supper when you get back," Angelina said as she pulled away, fighting hard against her own tears. "I won't hear any arguments."

"We will," Roxanne said.

As she and George stepped away from them, she heard Katie telling Roxanne she looked beautiful in between sobs.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through the rest of the night," George muttered, glancing over his shoulder. "Our little girl is all grown up."

"I know," Angelina sighed. "Makes you feel old, huh?"

"Incredibly," he muttered.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Angelina saw Hunter and Roxanne continuing to greet their guests and glancing at each other with the brightest smiles. It filled her heart with an abundant amount of joy.

"So, would you really want to do it again?" she asked.

"Huh? Of course, I'd walk her down the aisle again. Even if I did end up bawling the whole way."

"Not that," Angelina said. "I meant stand in a reception line with me."

George raised his eyebrows. "Of course. I'd do anything for you."

Gently, Angelina slid her arms around her husband's neck and gave him a soft kiss. "Well, George Weasley, would you do me the honor marrying me again?"

"Of course," he said resting his forehead against hers.

[frogprincesnowglobe]

Okay I'm known for having weird dreams but this one was just so weird

It started out as this recurring theme I sometimes have. In the dream I'm in school or university not sure, and I've forgotten my schedule. Well this time I lost my backpack. Once I found it I started shoving my schoolwork in other people's backpacks. And I said "oops I thought that was mine". Then a classmate ran up and was like "Ummm you're late for French class, you know that's Tuesdays and Thursdays right?" And I was like crap. And today was meant to be the big debate where everyone is paired up against another class's student! So suddenly I'm in this long line and the debate info is on my phone. We get bonus points if we somehow insert three phrases into the debate. One of them is "Alexa, play Mozart" (I haven't used and don't own an Alexa) the other is a word Mozart apparently invented called Motivati. I'm in this line afraid I'll say it wrong because what if I say it wrong. Is it Motiv uh tee? Motih vati? So i'm frantically googling. But every time I google I make a typo. And I'm getting closer and closer to my debate. But nothing I do works. I spell it wrong or google won't recognize it every time.

Then suddenly I'm at an aquarium. For some reason there are two tortoises in a tiny enclosure with an arctic fox. I wonder if I should tell someone how unsafe that is and how just cruel but then I'm on a bridge over a big dark body of water (I hate big dark bodies of water) and the bridge is flimsy. For some reason I'm not scared even when a whole ass hippo rises out of the water (I don't trust big dark bodies of water houses huge random animals I can't see). I say "Wow it's a hippo!" And then this huge ass seal comes from the other side jumping onto the hippo and shaking the already flimsy bridge but I'm still not scared? And it keeps doing it. Coming from the right to jump on the hippo on the left.

Then this guy comes out of nowhere and says rather flirtily "Would you like to get lunch?" And I'm like "you know what yeah" and in the dream I'm thinking I do need more adventure so let's be impulsive. So I put my arm in his and we start walking. Suddenly I'm in the aquarium restaurant and about to be seated. He sits first and I realize my purse is missing! I say I need to go find it, but when I look at my table bench there it is. I'm like that's so strange, and I sit down. I feel bad because I'm going to have to make sure my card wasn't used but I'm at lunch with this dude and I'm using my phone to look up the card info. He's assuring me it's fine. He's okay with it. The person did use my card. Many times. They even used it in the restaurant several times. A waitress comes over and he orders two pineapple juices (I can't eat pineapple). I tell the waitress someone stole my card and used it here she's like *shrug* and I say "Then I'll need to speak to someone higher up" Then I'm looking more at the purchases, realizing they then got a hotel room at the Aquarium hotel (apparently that's a thing) and then....got weird sex stuff at the aquarium hotel aquarium sex shop?! There are annotations about this person's girlfriend and I realize. "YOU STOLE MY CARD" it was the dude who asked me to lunch! "It even has notes about your girlfriend's sex habits!" And he admits it!! So I leave and I'm like "I need to speak to a manager. My card was stolen and used here and that guy admitted to it!" And they refuse to do anything while this dude just looks so smug.

Then I woke up. I don't even know with my brain anymore. I can see some of the stuff in my life it's trying to work out, but like this? With this plot? Wewf.

[toriaurora15]

I can see you Chapter 6: The Invitation

Dear Miss.Penthia Athy, 

On behalf of Lady Iris Bazinson and our host, Lilavati Patel-Bazinson, the family welcomes you to the Bazinson's annual family reunion at Riverside County Villa.

Lord Xander Bazinson will pay for all the expenses. 

We kindly ask our guests to bring enough outfits for the weekend of August 24 XXXX. The attire for the event is casual except for our final dinner on Sunday at six pm.  

Please do not let anyone else know about this invite unless said person is your fiancé.  

Please RSVP at this address. LadyVatiBazinson@gmail.com.

Thank you!  

Lady Vati Bazionson.

After reading the paperless invite for their famous family reunion through her Penflower@gmail.com email account, Pen shrieks out with excitement, which echoes throughout her empty apartment as she sees one of her many childhood dreams coming true this summer. 

The Bazinson Family reunion is a private event that only a few were allowed to attend, and this event is based on invitation only. 

It is one of the events Erika dreads the most every year but never subjects her best friend to attend. 

Penthia is uncertain why she has not received invitations to the previous thirteen family events since everyone considers her part of the Bazinson family.

She never thought much about the lack of invites until today, but then, again, she recalls a conversation she had with Erika about the restriction.

Nineteen-year-old Erika stated one quote about the reunions before changing the subject, "Pen, Xander, strictly forbids people outside of their family to join due to some college friends of Cryus breaking something, which he had to pay for, and the nasty breakup one of the brothers had with his vile girlfriend."

Curious as seventeen-year-old Pen was during those years, she asked several of the eldest siblings about it with few words. No one would give her more information about the situation except for ten-year-old Ella. Once everyone was asleep in the household, Pen received a text from Ella with all the details through her iPad.

As always, Ella knew everything that happened with the family, but since she loves Pen as a sister, she knows that Penthia will not tell anyone what she knows, and the same goes for the writer.

In Ella's message, she wrote.

"Since I know you will not tell anyone what I am saying. 

Here is the truth.

One reason for the strict restriction is that two of the sorority's bros from Cyrus' Uni days broke a vase in XXXX at an expensive resort in London.

I could not hear what they broke. But Xander was pissed.

As for the second reason, it was due to the tension the family witnessed. Can you believe that Rowan's cheating ex-girlfriend Sarah accused him of becoming her boyfriend only for him to get closer to her little cousin?

I can't tell you more about Rowan's life. But thank goodness! Snaky Sarah is gone." 

To this day, the mystery cousin topic has never let Pen. 

Still, Pethina Athy knows there is something she is missing. 

Ella is hiding a secret from Pen due to her loyalty to Rowan, and Erika is holding out information for unknown reasons. 

These two facts bug Pen's mind because she loves to gossip. But after years of gaining access as an honorary family member, Pen lets go of being a gossiper for the sake of her friendship with Eloise.  

Pen brushes those thoughts of the past from her mind as she begins listing out several outfits she needs for next weekend. 

A new swimsuit for the Friday night pool party, a formal dress or two for the first dinner-

Oh! She could maybe invite the Bazinson sisters to go shopping with her. 

"Yes, that is what she will do!' Pen thinks to herself before looking at the invite one last time on her phone and bringing up her text messages.  

She looks up her contents and sends a group message to Erika, Adela, Ella, and Vati before adding Eashita to the chat for moral support.  

Aug xx,  

Monday at 10:00 am.  

Pen: I just received the Bazinson family invite. Is anyone interested in going shopping for the reunion today for this weekend?  

Eashita: OMG. I just got the first invite to the reunion! Thanks, Didi!  

Ella: No! I wanna go! Insert crying emoji. I am studying for my last final for the week. She texts a Crying emoji followed by a purple and pink heart.  

Pen: Aw, Ella, don't worry! Before texting a sunflower emoji. Maybe next time!  

Ella: Sends two girls with short hair and black leotards.  

Vati: It took some convincing Xan. But both of you are considered part of the family. Plus, this tradition needs a bit of revamping. What do you think? 

Pen: Thank you, Vati. I greatly appreciate the invitation.  

After responding to Vati's message, a different text message chat opens up.  

10:04 am.  

Private message from Eashita P.  

Eashita: Yes, Pen! I most definitely can go. Do you want me to help you catch a HungryTravelerMan's attention? A smirk emoji.  

The realization of meeting Rowan Bazinson for the first time after her drunk Instagram message is nerve-racking. 

There is no way in hell she can do this! So, Pen starts to create an excuse for not attending the event as she panics over the idea of meeting Ro.  

Pen: OMG! I forgot he will be there. Do you think Vati would mind if I declined the invite?  

Eashita: Please do not miss Pen! Didi had to work hard to get her husband to invite us. Don't be discouraged from talking to Rowan due to your insecurities.

Pen sends a disappointed emoji followed by a sigh emoji.  

Eashita replies. 

Pen, think of this faith! It is just like all those romance stories you like to write. Maybe it might be a sign to take a chance on wooing him.  

The romance writer knows Eashita is right. To be sure of Rowan's interest in knowing you, you must make the move and talk to him. 

Pen: Okay. Just don't say anything about my crush on Rowan. The last thing I need is the Bazinson siblings teasing me.  

Embarrassment washes over Pen's horrified face as she pictures Cy teasing her with some childlike riddle. First come love, then come marriage- Pen erases the thought of the artist's teasing from her creative mind as Edwin's reply comes forward.  

Eashita: Don't worry, Pen, I gotcha!  

Pen's smile grows large from seeing Eashita's supportive message before entering their group chat.  

11:03

The Ladies Bazinson group chat plus Eashita.  

Vati: Np. As for shopping, I wish I could go—a sorrowful emoji.  

Erika: No, Thank you! I will pass. Besides, we should not be buying those items from awful fast-fashion places. 

Pen laughs after seeing a short text message from Erika with a side remark. 

If there is one thing she has learned about the family. It is that four of the siblings despise listening to Erika rant on and on about how bad their world is. The only exception is Rowan. Therefore, Erika is holding back on her political views.

Cyrus cautiously admits this to Pen during her first summer at Lindsey Hall.

"Thank you so much, Pen! Now that Rowan has begun traveling more, Erika has never had someone to bounce her ideas. I hope you can keep being her best friend after high school, but let her know when you need space. Eloise cannot pick up on social cues."

After learning this information, Pen waits for her best friend to send her another article from her point of view on shopping matters tonight. 

No matter what, Penthia accepts Erika for being herself, and Erika does the same.

Pen was about to respond when she received another message from Vati.

Vati: This will be my first time helping Lady Iris with the family reunion. Therefore, I must decline. But have a good time on my behalf.  

Adela: A girl's day! A happy emoji. Count me in. I need some TLC. She inserts two pink heart emojis. 

Eashita: You know my answer already. Yes!!! A bundle of money with wings.

Pen: Great! See you later today, Delly and Eashita!  

Adela: Yes!!!! Bye. A lady in a red dress dancing emoji.  

Eashita: On my way, now!  

Pen closes her text message as she starts getting ready for the shopping.  

By five o'clock on Wednesday night in the Stonewood Mall, Penthina Athena Athy became a nervous wreck.

'Don't think so negatively about yourself.', she replays on repeat in her mind while her right knee goes up and down from the nerves of what is about to happen.

Right now. Eashita makes a few encouraging remarks about how amazing Pen would look in a one-piece bathing suit she found outside the fitting room as Erika's eldest sister, Adela, looks for a said bathing suit in a bigger size.

"Pen, you will look amazing in that suit!" She begins before whispering, "That traveler will die when he sees you."

Pen couldn't see what Eashita saw in her because her eyes stared at the fat under her armpits while the now manicured fingers of her right hand pulled up the strap over the lump on said fat.

It takes a thin blond lady with green eyes and bronze skin to open the tan curtain between the room and Macy's dirty fitting room hallway for Pen to stare at herself through the glass mirror.

"Penthia!" She asks in a playful tone, "Who is Ashi talking about?"

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[m4sk]

i miss my dad.

not Vati, he’s here. he never left.

i miss dad. mom does too. why did he have to leave she was trying she was fucking scared she didn’t want to leave she wanted to be wanted damnit please come back please nobody else understands please we fucking lost everything and everyone

do you know mama will be homeless soon? they have to go fucking homeless to get any respite or foster care. they have to leave. she’s so fucking scared and nobody stayed everyone left they think she’s insane

i’m not welcome in the home anymore. i attacked that stupid cat for scratching me. i have nobody. please for me come back come home i don’t know what to do

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[ask-the-awesome-prussian]

Ah.. mīn sunuz. How I missed when you were a boy!

Some wise words from your Vati; "If swēþrō siþōs ðe, fahtwō. Ni beō coward, beō warriōr." (If someone troubles you, fight back. Do not be a coward, be a warrior.)

- @magna-libera-germania

I promise not to let you down, Vati! Just in time, Hungary's picking on me again!

He's laughing at me because I tripped and ripped my pants!