#ornamental pepper tattoo

[chronussy-bc]

Some info on the Guardians that only appear in the anime. All of these are provided by Kentaro Yabuki, posted on the official account of the anime.

1. Emilio Lowe - No.III of The Time Guardians

A person that approves the Eden project. He is meant to be Sven’s opponent (?).

His voice and speaking manner is also similar to Sven’s former partner, Lloyd.

The glasses he wears also gives an impression similar to those of Lloyd’s, though the design is not the same.

Unlike Lloyd, his look can turn into a very scary glare.

When he's not working as a Number, he lives a normal life in the city, probably having an ordinary job: a doctor at a small clinic, someone working at a flower shop…

He could have encountered Sven by chance while he was in his civilian cover and become a close acquaintance.

2. David Pepper - No.IX of The Time Guardians

The image on the left corner is his serious expression.

He has a bright and friendly personality, can easily befriend anyone.

His hairstyle will change depending on his mood. He can bundle them up or wear a headband. This is the basic design.

He is quite tall compared to a Number.

His voice is imagined to sound like that of Norio Wakamoto (laughs).

Some of the Numbers have a fake identity to blend in with the public. David seems to be a musician.

3. Anubis - No.VI of The Time Guardians

Note: his description is the most detailed, claimed by the official Twitter.

He is a biological product of Chronos’s science. His humanoid character is implanted by them and he is loyal to the organization. His intelligence is equal to that of a human so he can understand our language.

He has never met anyone among the Numbers other than Sephiria since he is a secret member.

His fur is completely black to match with the theme color of the Guardians.

His face looks like a real wolf (probably this explanation is given due to the fact that overall, Anubis still looks somewhat different from normal wolves). The original werewolf in the manga is perhaps an inspiration to the creation of Anubis.

Since he is one of a kind, his design must have a reasonable proportion between the length of the limbs and his huge size. The anatomy plays an important role in demonstrating the coolness of his appearance.

He has a calm and collected personality.

His Orichalcum weapon, Osiris, is a versatile arm moving according to his will. It is embedded in his body (the Orichalcum tail is likely to be connected to his spine, not just attached on his behind). The weapon can also be used as a pistol (can function like a firearm) with great precision.

The author thought that him speaking human language by himself would be an overdo. To facilitate communication, the organization has given him a device that can vocally convey his thoughts, or perhaps something that interpret his natural sounds into words. If he speak, he address himself as “I” (first person like people do usually, not by name or anything particular).

The color of his tattoo is red maybe.

4. Ash - Former No.X of The Time Guardians

Note: The Guardian doesn’t always know their comrades. There are some they have never met, some they don’t like. However, in the setting of the anime, he and Nizer appear to have been friends for a very long time, said the official Twitter.

He is Nizer’s best friend. Before being recruited into the Guardians, they used to be mercenaries fighting along side in some country.

He usually wears a headband.

5. Mason Odrosso - No.XII of The Time Guardians

Note: canonically, he is the only witness to the Taoist war that is still alive until this point.

Although he is old, his skin looks fairly good, not having so many wrinkles.

He looks better with a cane maybe.

The metal ornaments on the coat has been changed into fabric patterns in the anime.

The translation is done through apps and my efforts to grasp the ideas so don’t take this too seriously.

[untilmynextstory]

Change Your Life | Sons of Anarchy | One-Shot

AU in “IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN’T” universe

i. F&MU

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This wasn’t the intended next one shot for this. I have a whole different one halfway done, but I wanted something to post for Christmas. I wanted to add a bunch more to it. I may down the line, but I had to remind myself this is just a one-shot! So I apologize for any grammar errors and such. 

SONG INSPO

Jax is pretty sure Mya spent over a thousand bucks decorating their house for Christmas including the exterior. This is their “first” Christmas together in the new house they bought. After a lot of push and pull and Mya’s particular and expensive ass taste, they had finally managed to buy what she called their forever home. 

That meant Jax somehow agreed to purchase a large live evergreen tree. He was becoming instantly annoyed with the thing as pine needles seemed to always get in his shoes or hair when Mya makes him water the tree.

The tree is decorated with multi-colored lights and various expensive ornaments with a nice extravagant white star on top. Jax thinks even his mother doesn’t go all out like this for the holidays. However, his mom does have a reaper that goes on top of their various Christmas trees throughout his childhood. Although the most shocking observation of the tree is how many presents were under the damn thing.

Jax never thought that a house would unlock his tattoo goddess being a literal Cindy Lou Who. Yes, Mya does compare him to being the Grinch, as he eyed the tinsels, figurines, lights, bells, and even the decorative plates with matching salt and pepper shakers. He thinks it is too much, but Mya simply insists it is because not one thing in this house is a Christmas-themed reaper. She even thinks it is funny when she personally decorated him with an ugly Christmas sweater with a Reaper for a Christmas party at the clubhouse.

Jax is nursing a Miller Lite on their emerald green velvet couch watching “The Year without Santa Claus” while Mya is in the kitchen making them another batch of cookies for his mom’s Christmas party. She had banned him from the kitchen. 

Mya finally migrates back into the living room with some cookies – peanut butter and chocolate – with a glass of milk for her. Mya has her hair in a loose messy bun. She is wearing very short short cream-colored pajama shorts that showcase the sparse tattoos on her legs with a loose-fitting matching sweater with socks to complete the look.

He replaces his beer for the cup and cookies she has to offer him. 

“Are you enjoying the movie?” Mya asks as she settles next to him on the couch.

“Thomas loved these movies as a kid. My mom had them taped on VHS tapes and he insisted on watching them every day until Christmas.” Jax says smiling at the memory of his little brother. Thomas loves every holiday there is, but Christmas is his favorite. Even when he was in the hospital for one Christmas, he decorated his room and made the nurses Christmas decorations and cards. 

“At least someone appreciates my mad decorating skills.” 

“I like your decorating skills,” Jax says after taking a bite of his cookie. 

“No funny business.” 

“None.”

“You never told me your favorite holiday.”

“Oh that’s easy my birthday,” Jax replies cheekily.

Mya rolls her eyes, “That’s not a holiday.”

“Oh trust me, babe, you made it a holiday.”

“You are such a perv,” Mya smacks his shoulder. “Seriously what’s your favorite holiday?”

“Christmas because of Thomas and you.”

Mya lets out a watery smile before placing a soft sweet kiss on his lips.

He has noticed that Mya has been prone to tears lately. It took a lot to get Mya to an intense emotional state. Lately, it seems for the lack of better words, she is emotional.

“You’re not having a cookie?”

Mya shakes her head as she grabs the throw blanket. “My stomach took a turn.”

Jax raises an eyebrow. “You sure you’re alright?”

She nods her head. “Just a stomach bug, I think.”

Jax decides not to press now. He doesn’t want to ruin the festive mood.

After they finished another Christmas movie, it is ten minutes to midnight when they travel back to their bedroom. Mya removes her socks as she crawls up on top of the bed while Jax makes quick work of stripping down to his boxers.

Jax smiles as he watches Mya eye him removing his clothes, “You like what you see?” 

“Always,” Mya says as she crawls to the edge of the bed. She gets on her knees wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a kiss on his lips.

“You know what we’re missing in our decorations,” Jax whispers against his lips.

“What?”

“Mistletoe,” answers as he brings her to lay back flat on the bed peppering her face with kisses.

“Hmm,” Mya replies into his kiss.

Jax pulls back from the kiss and grins at the sight of Mya’s swollen lips. He looks at the clock to see it was past midnight, “Merry Christmas.”

Jax watches as Mya smiles and lifts up her hand to trace his face and tug on his beard a little, “Merry Christmas, Jackson.”

Jax bends down and gives her a slow and passionate kiss while his hand travels up from her thigh to under her shirt, “Now I can unwrap my favorite present.”

Mya snickers as she pulls back, “That was incredibly cheesy.”

“So now you’re complaining about my holiday spirit?” Jax mumbles as he makes quick work in “unwrapping” his favorite “gift”.

. . . 

With the club, Christmas always is a big and expensive endeavor. Things happen in what he calls two phases. The first phase means hauling ass over to his mother’s to exchange gifts. By that time, the second phase begins where the club begins trickling in for the festive feast. Usually, it means by nightfall he doesn’t have the energy to go home, so it’s a night in his childhood bedroom. The downside is he has yet been able to convince Mya for some nighttime adult activities. 

Jax steps out of his truck and heads to the back. He grabs the bag full of gifts while Mya holds the containers for her cookies. 

“Hey.”

Mya looks up at him. She has forgone wearing one of her various wigs and has her natural curls out. Her makeup is simple, well simple for him, as she has what she calls a “no-makeup- makeup” look. Lip gloss illuminates her full lips. He leans down and presses a kiss to her lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Jax smiles and Mya leads the way to his mom’s backdoor. He can hear some raised voices and he writes it off that it’s the general excitement of the holiday. 

Mya opens the door for him and he walks in expecting a hug or maybe a kiss in greeting from his mother. He doesn’t get that. 

“Did you know about this!”

Jax and Mya look wide-eyed at his mother. 

“Ma, I already -”

“I already heard you, Thomas,” Gemma snaps at his younger brother. 

“Did I know what?” Jax asks calmly. He places the bags of presents next to the kitchen island. 

“Your brother thought it was a smart idea to elope with Eleanor Hale!” His mother screeches. 

Jax blinks. He did not expect that news. Hell, he didn’t even know that his brother was seeing someone. “She pregnant?”

“Jesus Christ!” Thomas says annoyed. “Why does everyone think that?”

Jax shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a valid question. Is she here?”

Thomas and Clay both snort. Jax takes that as a no. He isn’t surprised though his brother would do something like this. However, considering how much of a helicopter mom they have, he knows his mom is just upset that she wasn’t privy to this relationship. Now, he knows his mother is going to be in a foul mood for the rest of the day. 

He approaches his mom and kisses her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Ma.”

Gemma softens a bit as she returns the greeting with a kiss of her own. However, he is all but forgotten as she greets Mya with a hug. Jax isn’t too sure of how exactly Mya’s and Gemma’s relationship works. He knows that his mom was skeptical of Mya in the beginning. It took her a while to warm up to her. Yet, he has noticed since they bought the house, the two have been thick as thieves and hurting his and Clay’s wallet with their shopping sprees. 

Gemma grabs the container of cookies and places them on the counter. “Now, I better not expect you two to fucking elope,” she warns. 

Jax internally winces at the mention of marriage. It took long enough to convince Mya that they should have a house together. He is almost convinced that she will get his crow on the condition he slaps her name on him. Yet, Mya doesn’t flinch or bristle at the word marriage. He takes that as a good sign. 

“We don’t have a death wish, Gem,” Mya replies with a smile. 

Gemma purses her lips but doesn’t press. “Well, I need a fucking cigarette after this.”

Jax rolls his eyes and turns to his brother. “Help me get the rest of the gifts out my truck.”

Jax places another kiss on Mya’s cheek before he walks out the door. As soon as the door closes, he punches Thomas in the shoulder. “Nice move, asshole.”

Thomas rubs his shoulder. “Mom’s being overdramatic.”

“What did you expect marrying a Hale? Keeping her away from Mom isn’t going to change anything either. It’s just going to make her angrier.”

“Well, I’m your brother help smooth things over.”

Jax shakes his head. “You’re on your own with this one, brother.”

“Well, gee, thanks. Remember that next time when you’re in the dog house with Mya.”

Jax throws his brother a smile before putting his arm around his neck. He knows Thomas struggled in the house growing up. His heart condition made his mom extra vigilant. Thomas always fought for more independence - freedom. There were a lot of late nights his mom would wait up for his younger brother when he could sneak out. 

He also knows his brother struggled with their Life. He didn’t gravitate the club and outlaw life the way he did. Thomas took to the books and school. Instead of an outlaw biker, his brother was in school to become a cardiologist. He just returned to Charming to start his first year in his residency. 

“Just pop out a grandbaby. It’ll smooth things over.”

“Seriously, she’s not pregnant!” Thomas groans. “I love her, alright. I want her to be welcomed in the family.”

“I think it will be more about her family welcoming us,” Jax informs his brother. “I wish I could see their faces though.”

Thomas smiles and laughs. “God, can you imagine the family functions?”

. . .

Despite the morning, the holiday celebration goes smoothly. His mom is still in a mood with Thomas. However, his attentions are on his old lady. He watches as she moves between everyone and makes sure they are comfortable and taken care of. She is flawlessly handling the position of Old Lady. After one day, she will be Queen. He even sees his mom stand back and admire her. 

A smile tugs at his lips as Kenny and Ellie approach Mya. She leans down and listens to what they are saying before they whisk her away to the kitchen. 

“So is it going to be a baby or marriage first?”

Jax turns his head to look at Opie. “I’m on Mya’s schedule with that one, bro.”

“But you want it, yeah?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

Opie laughs. “Naw, she has you pussy whipped.”

Jax throws him a wolfish grin. “Despite how much she is little Miss Christmas, I think she would punch me if I proposed to her on Christmas.”

Opie nods his head. “She’s good for you - for the family.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They watch as the kids come back into the room with cups. Their faces flushed and red. Mya follows behind with a smile on her face. She has a juice box in her hand. He has noticed that she isn’t drinking her usual wine. Jax motions with his head that he wants her. She walks over and he tugs her in his lap. 

“What are they up to?”

“They wanted to try some alcohol,” she tells him. 

Opie chokes on his beer. 

“Relax, I got them some sparkling grape juice,” Mya tells them. 

“Christ, My,” Opie mutters. 

Mya smiles. 

Jax grabs the juice from her hand. “You sure you are feeling okay?”

“I think I would be feeling worse if I was drinking.”

Jax frowns, but he doesn’t press. 

Mya gives him a kiss. “I’m okay, really.”

. . . 

Jax had expected Mya to be under the covers when he stepped into his childhood bedroom. Instead, she is up sitting on the edge. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…I have one more gift to give you. I wanted to wait until we got home, but I wanted to do it before Christmas is over.”

Jax raises his eyebrows. Mya is nervous. He sits on the edge of the bed and she passes him over a small box. 

He rips open the wrapping paper and opens the small box. He looks up at Mya, who is eying him apprehensively. He moves the tissue paper. His brows furrow as he eyes the small black piece of fabric that has SAMCRO stamped across the front like his plain shirts. He picks up the fabric revealing it to be a onesie. 

“Shit,” his eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?”

Mya nods her head. 

Jax smiles wide and he pulls Mya into his arms and hugs her tightly. She laughs as he smothers her with kisses. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she tells him. 

[joyful-soul-collector]

❄️Week 1: December 9-15❄️

stars in the city ch. 10 by @parkrstark (Pt. 3 of constant as the stars above)

Summary: Peter and Steve are finally settling into their new life with Tony. Recovery isn't always a straight line, especially with a four-year-old, but they're trying their best. Their newfound fame has Steve juggling between his private life and the one plastered on the front page of every tabloid. He shouldn't have been surprised that the public didn't believe in his rags to riches love story. Tony usually makes it easier for him to handle it all. Until he starts to distance himself from Steve, as if now he's the one hiding something. And Steve is left wondering if he's about to lose Tony for good this time.

Relationships/Tropes: Stony, Irondad, Papa Steve, Homeless Peter Parker, Homeless Steve Rogers, No Powers AU, (Coffee Shop AU??? Sorta)

Review: This fic just always makes my heart ache in the best way. So much fluff, so much angst, it's a perfect balance that I'm just absolutely in love with!

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Devils Roll The Dice ch. 9 by @ephemeralstark

Summary: “I miss you Mr. Stark,” Peter admitted as he stared up through the leaves overhead at the stars that twinkled promisingly at him, “I wish you were back here. I would give anything to fix things, I would give anything for you to be alive today.” What Peter didn't know, as he made that wish and closed his eyes, letting the tears fall shamefully, was that the Universe was always listening, and it was dangerous to make a wish and offer up anything. - Tony Stark wakes up in his bed one morning, not realising that months have passed since his death - that's going to be awkward to explain to the world. Peter Parker has been living on the streets, trying to hide his identity as the entire world wants Spider-Man dead, and dealing with the trauma that Beck left him. To make things worse - it's now his fault that yet another bad guy thinks they're entitled to owning Earth.

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Spideychelle, Pepperony, Happy Hogan/May Parker, Homeless Peter Parker, Post-FFH, Post-Identity Reveal, Tony Stark Comes Back To Life

Review: Oh man this fic is so sad and so sweet, I love it so much! I love how it combines Peter's trauma after Mysterio with his reaction to finding out that Tony is alive again, it's just so creative!

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His Heart Bloomed Sunflowers (and he wore them on his skin) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 24 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Peter honestly didn't know how no one had discovered his tattoos yet. He wasn't broadcasting them but he wasn't exactly being the most subtle either. Although he was partly grateful for it since he was dreading what would happen when May on Tony saw them. But he was pleasantly surprised at the reactions that he got when he was found out. Peter had expected anger, disappointment, maybe annoyance at the very least. What he got was far from that. (A sequel to Comfortember Day 4. Anxiety) Comfortember Day 29. Make/Build/Create Something Beautiful

Relationships/Tropes: Minor Spideychelle, Tattoos, Comfortember

Review: I love this fic so much! I loved the description of how the flowers wilted when the ones he'd drawn had faded, and how the ones he got tattooed never wilted again :']

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I’ll drive all night (to keep them warm) by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 23 of Comfortember 2020) 

Summary: For the next hour they tried to calm Morgan again but, just like the rest of the day with Tony and Pepper, nothing was working. No teething rings, gel, nothing. The little girl was just well and truly grumpy, tired, and sore.

Suddenly an idea came to Peter and he turned to Tony and Pepper. 

"Can I try something?"

They both nodded at him, prompting him to continue with his idea.

"Can I take her for a drive?" He asked. "I'm not sure if it'll work but Ben used to do it for me when I was younger and it always calmed me down."

Comfortember day 28. Car Ride

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Baby Morgan, Car Rides, Comfortember

Review: This one was so cute! I love Peter being a good big brother to baby Morgan, and I relate to finding trips in the car relaxing and nice :D

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It’s What Brothers Do by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 22 of Comfortember 2020)

Summary: Morgan was somehow full of even more energy than usual that day and wanted to see if she could do the monkey bars that were attached to the jungle gym herself. Before Peter could stop her, she had already grabbed hold of the first one and let herself swing towards the next one.

But the little girl had misjudged just how heavy swinging your own body weight was and almost immediately started falling. Peter shot forward from his place on the ground, jumping and diving, just managing to catch her before they both hit the grass of the park grounds. Comfortember Day 27. Park

Relationships/Tropes: Minor Pepperony, Peter & Morgan, Irondad, Peter Protects Morgan, Comfortember

Review: Another cute Big Brother Peter fic! I love that Peter was really protecting Morgan in this one, he loves her enough to put himself in harm's way to protect her

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The Burger Debate by @littlemissagrafina (Pt. 21 of Comfortember 2020) 

Summary: Tony and Peter shared a lot of similarities, there was no doubt about it. A lot of their mannerisms were the same, personality quirks (especially in the lab), occasional recklessness, selfless hero personas, etc etc. However, one thing they didn't share was their taste in burgers. Whenever the topic came up there was a friendly, yet heated, 'disagreement' as Tony called it. No matter what anyone ever told him, Tony thought that a cheeseburger was the holy grail of burgers. And Peter, well… he happened to think the same only for chicken burgers.

Comfortember Day 26. Junk Food

Relationships/Tropes: Irondad, Peter & Morgan, Pepperony, Infinity War Compliant, Not Endgame Compliant

Review: This was so sweet and so sad, especially the part where Tony couldn't eat burgers while Peter was snapped because it hurt him too much. It showed his grief really well

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Career Day Drabble by @jen27ny 

Summary: uncle happy and uncle rhodey come to peter’s career day

Relationships/Tropes: Happy & Peter, Rhodey & Peter, Happy & Rhodey, Minor Irondad, Career Day

Review:  I loved this story so much! I really appreciate seeing some nice Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy content!!

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Gifts by @wayward-fairchild (Pt. 5 of Holiday Collection 2020) 

Summary: Rhodey and Tony have been together to the point Rhodey sees the kids as his own. Maybe that is why the kids agree to help with Rhodey's biggest gift to Tony yet.

Relationships/Tropes: Rhodey & Tony, Irondad, Rhodey & Peter, Christmas, Kid Peter

Review: This was just absolutely adorable! I love some Irondads content and this was very sweet

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evermore by @lyssismagical

Summary: Just a Solid Vent Fic. I wanna do 30 days of Taylor Swift-inspired fics (folklore and evermore) lmao but idk yet we’ll see lemme know tho

Relationships/Tropes: Spideychelle, Irondad, Peter Overworks Himself

Review: I loved this one a lot! I definitely relate to Peter with tending to overwork myself during school and letting other things fall away, and then feeling quite exhausted after it's all over haha. I'm glad MJ and Tony were able to help him <3

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Two Hours Spent Cuddling by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 2 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: A giant snowstorm takes out the power in the tower. While waiting for the backup generator to come up, the Stark-Rhodes family finds a way to stay warm.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: I. Love this story. So much. I haven't seen very many stories that center around Rhodey being a father-figure to Peter, and this one definitely filled all my desires for such a story! It's so fluffy and sweet, and I loved every word :D

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Three Stark-Rhodes’ Decorating by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: Tony, Rhodey, and Peter Stark-Rhodes begin decorating for the holiday season.

Relationships/Tropes:  Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: This story was absolutely adorable! It was another featuring Papa Rhodey and Dad Tony with Little Peter, and it was so well done! I love that Tony's robots and JARVIS each get a stocking hung over the fire too, and the way Peter pronounce ornaments as "orminents" was so cute!!!

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Four Poorly Wrapped Presents by @skeeter-110 (Pt. 3 of Twelve Days of Christmas)

Summary: Peter has two presents each for his Daddy and his Papa. The only problem was, he had no idea how to wrap them. He figures the Avengers could help.

Relationships/Tropes: Ironhusbands, Irondad, Papa Rhodey, Avengers Family, Kid Peter, Christmas

Review: This was so sweet! Clint, Nat, and Steve treat Peter with such sweetness, and it made my heart all fuzzy and warm <3

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Hey all! Decided to keep a running tab of all of my CC with links here. My website is up and all of the links here should be updated. NO ADFLY! 

Aldi Supermarket Signs

Deli Chalkboard Signs

We ID & Business Hours Signs (separate) 

Sofa Recolor + Corduroy Textured Sofa Recolor (separate)

Shag Carpet

Colorful Wicker Hampers

Colorful Bathroom Sinks

Face Masks Required Business Signs

Christmas Wall Art 1

Christmas Wall Art 2

Christmas Wall Art 3 

Auto Mechanic Shop Wall Signs

No Littering Wall Signs

Simsung Smart Fridge (FIXED 12/13)

Simsung Smart Fridge 2

Social Distancing Floor Stickers

Dunder Mifflin Mgrs Nameplates 

Holiday & Sale Signs

Winter Artwork 

Simsung Decorative TVs 

First Light Wallpaper Collection

Simsung Smart Stove 

Autographed Acoustic Guitars 

Video Game Posters

NBA Greats Posters

Pastel Folded Towels

Bathroom Lamp 1 (TOU exempt)

Christmas Lawn Ornaments 

Simple Wooden Tables & Chairs (separate) 

Folding Tables & Stands 

Gatto’s Deli Lighted Sign 

Arden Ribbed Rug 

Alder Rug

Dia Rug

Adara Outdoor Fire Table 

TARDIS

Pixar’s Soul Movie Posters (Free Download, no early access!)

Vintage French Botany Chart 

Graham End Table 

Color Pop Pillow (Free Download, no early access!)

Modern Mini Set (11 items)

Convenience Store Retail Box (Pocky + B&M, 200 FOLLOWER GIFT)

Retail Foil Pack 

MACxSims Palette & Box (merged, free download)

Dahl Console Bookcase

Tattoo Shop Mini Pack (4 items, free download)

Fresh Coffee Table 

Watercolor Posters

Spooky Painting

Stoner Stuff Pt 1 (7 items)

Coca-Cola Cavalier 72 Fridge

Blue Room Jazz Club Neon Sign

Backwoods Box & Packs 

Bartop Arcade 

Barbershop Stuff (7 items)

Tiffany & Co Stuff (6 items)

Pottery Wheel & Stool 

Rec Center Stuff

La Croix 

Scentsy Wax Warmer & Melts 

Outback Steakhouse Stuff

Dollar Tree Pt 1 

Stoner Stuff Pt 2 

Simtendo™ Switch Lite (FREE FOR ALL)

Deli Signs 2.0 

Round Wall Signs 

Dollar Tree Pt 2 

Gold Rush Club Signage

Wendy’s Restaurant Pack 

Gaming PC & Monitor 

Birdcage Candle Holder 

Video Game Cases 

Sephora Stuff 

Petco Stuff

Church Bell (free download, no early access!)

Best Buy Sign & Shelves

Space Race Arcade Cabinet 

Offices Signage 

Dollar Tree Pt 3

Stoner Stuff Pt 3 

Tanning Salon Stuff 

Dr Pepper Stuff (free download, no early access!)

UV Mushroom Bong & Posters 

Cruis’n World Racing Arcade Game 

Alcohol Bottles 

Burlington Stuff 

7-11 Stuff 

Wine Fridge

Dr Pepper Vintage Bottles

Lush Stuff 

Outdoor Oil Tank (free download, no early access!)

Modern Camper 

Signs Pack

Ilve Majestic II Stove

Shady Pines Campground Signs 

Water Race Arcade Game 

Tesla Stuff 

Shake Shack Stuff 

Hooters Sign (free download!)

Nike Factory Store

Time Crisis Arcade Machine 

Dollar Tree Pt 4 

Backyard Play Stuff 

Drive-In / Movie Theater Stuff 

Grocery Store Stuff 

Down-A-Clown Carnival Game

Trader Joe’s Stuff 

Casino Stuff 

Cookies Dispensary Stuff

Laser Tag Stuff 

Sakura Wedding Arch 

Sugar Factory Stuff

Request Dump 

L&L Hawaiian BBQ

Swiffer Sweepers

TSA Security Stuff 

Lacrosse Stick 

Applebees Restaurant Stuff 

Orange Leaf Froyo Shop (early access until Nov 13th)

Simblreen Week 1 Gifts

Spirit Halloween Stuff Simblreen Gift

Buffalo Wild Wings Stuff (early access until Nov 24th)

Dollar Tree Pt 5 (COMING SOON)

Build-A-Bear Collab (COMING SOON?)

Stoner Stuff Pt 4 (COMING SOON)

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

here’s a christmas one shot for varigo - part of the coffee shop story too <3  sorry if there are a few misconceptions - i dont celebrate christmas but i desperately wanted to do something for it with varigo so yeah. hope you enjoy!

--------------------- Heat radiated throughout the room with soft crackling providing incremental breaks in the comfortable silence Varian sat in. Outside, snow fell in flurries, blowing around outside the window as the wind whistled in a soft symphony with the crackles, though not quite complete. Hot cocoa warmed his hands from its place in the cyan mug in his hands. Marshmallows bobbed on the surface of the drink like little rafts, a few submerged in the liquid as he placed it to his lips and took a sip. Though everything felt incomplete. He was missing one thing - or more specifically one person.

Hugo.

He’d missed the other man all day - everything felt so cold without him. Of course he had to work, they could hardly afford their little apartment with the rent that was...ridiculously high for how small it was. But it was theirs and that was all that matters. It was their kitchen that they’d danced to shitty music on the radio in, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator. It was their bedroom that they’d cuddled in and kissed away each other’s nightmares in. It was their living room that they watched crappy chick flicks in. 

For a few years now they’d been together after meeting up at the coffee shop, the two men being instantly infatuated with each other after their accidental meeting. Neither of them could remember what life was like before they’d met each other - that felt so far in the past now after many dates and disagreements between the pair. He gently rolled his sleeve down to glance at his tattoo, the other man possessing a matching one, and he felt himself slip more and more into loneliness.

He broke himself from that train of thought, his eyes moving to glance out of the window at the dainty snowflakes that fell down carefully. December 24th. Christmas. He adored Christmas since he was a child, the mystical and magical Santa Claus being an intoxicating idea to him. His mother also loved Christmas - it being an excuse to buy him alchemical equipment for them to use and bond over. The walks in the snow, the nights by the fire, the gift of an ornament on Christmas Eve and the joy on the day itself as he sprinted downstairs to open his presents. The holiday took him back to the simple times. 

A christmas tree loomed in the corner of the room, the younger man glancing over at it and the presents underneath with a soft smile, thought the best present sat in the pocket of his pyjamas. Carefully, he removed the black, velvet box from its hiding place and gently raised the lid to look at the object inside. A platinum band, encrusted with shimmering emeralds stared back at him. He couldn’t wait to make his boyfriend his husband. All he had to wait for was that little click-

And at last, it came.

Golden locks came into view, then emerald eyes framed by circular glasses that sat on the bridge of a slightly crooked nose. Perfect lips twisted into a smile as ebony gloves were set aside on a dark oak counter. Leather boots crossed the living room as lanky arms wrapped around the raven-haired boy’s waist carefully. The end of the aforementioned crooked nose nuzzled itself into the bridge on Varian’s neck, with his fingers intertwining into the sea of golden hair that sat on the other’s shoulders.

  “Welcome home, love.” He whispered to the other man, the latter moving back and placing a gentle kiss to the lips of his lover. “I’ve missed you so so much, my darling..” he added, their lips moving in harmony as though they were a lock and a key. Eyes fluttered shut as they stayed in each other’s embrace. After what felt like hours, they finally broke apart, his head resting against the taller man’s chest. 

“I’ve missed you too, doll. But hey, I got you a little something.” he whispered as he held out a small, white box before dropping to one knee. “Varian, we’ve been together for...so so long and it’s been the best time of my life. I thought now was as good a time to ask..Varian Ruddiger, will you marry me?” the blonde asked, a nervous smile after his heart-melting confession towards his boyfriend.

“No way. This cannot be happening!” Varian declared loudly, a wide smile on his face as his boyfriend’s expression morphed into one of dread and confusion. “No, no…” he laughed softly, falling to one knee and bringing out his own black box to present to his boyfriend. “Hugo, I was going to ask you the same thing.” He chuckled softly, tears building in his eyes with a smile on his lips. “But yes..I will marry you...iiiiif you marry me too.”

“Are you kidding me? Yes!” Hugo laughed softly as he slid the ring onto his finger and tackled his boyfriend in a tight embrace, peppering kisses all over his face as they lay on the carpet in each other’s arms, the fire still crackling and the snow still falling. The once imperfect symphony now felt complete - the whole world falling into place as fleeting kisses were placed to lips.

[pyrrhesia]

FF14Write - ‘Bow’

In which something just feels right in Cwenthryth Sadler’s hands.

Yangir belongs to @nerdlordholocron

Cwenthryth liked watching the archers. She couldn't say why. But, it felt like there were a lot of things she could never work out to say. She couldn't work out what to say when she'd been told by some academy brat it was rude to stare. She never knew what to say when the other girls her age... Anyway. She liked watching the archers. The range was an odd, cramped little place, but that meant the arrows still had plenty of bite in them as they thunked into their targets. She liked that sound, and the thok of them being plucked out was somehow more satisfying still. And there was an order to it. They shot. They had a target. Sometimes they swore. They got the arrows back. They shot again until they got bored and went for a drink. And certainly they rarely paid any attention to the girl lingering on the fringes, on the other end of the fence. Except ... She almost jumped when someone looked straight at her, almost fled when he came over. But she held her ground. "Seen you around here a few times." Cwenthryth scuffed her boot into the sand. "Been around here a few times." "Can't say I understand why." The elezen chuckled. "What's the glamour for a little girl?" "Ain't little," she said, sullenly. "I'm thirteen, me. Ain't a glamour, either. Glamour's someone making armour look pink and fancy but you hit 'em and it's all steel. Glamour's a cheat. This has rules. There's right. You win or you don't." "Rules, eh?" The elezen snorted. He was cresting middle age, with salt and pepper hair and extensive scars on his cheek and shoulders. "Not an Ala Mhigan weapon, this." "I'm not Ala Mhigan," said the girl in her stubbornly thick Ala Mhigan accent, a fresh tattoo still bright and angry against her skin. "You want to learn to shoot? Thirteen's a fine age to start. Late, if anything, if you ever want to handle a beast like this." He jostled the longbow in his hands, and not for the first time Cwenthryth's eyes were drawn hopelessly to it. It was without ornament, and only stood out due to its length. Yet there was something in that simple, sheer curve of wood... "I said, did you want to--" Cwenthryth hopped the fence. "Name's Cwen. Show me."

They started slow. They found a hunting bow she could string and draw comfortably. There were no naturals; she had a fine eye and a strong arm, and the old man quickly corrected the faults in her form. That got her about as far as being able to hit the broad side of the barn. For the rest, the man simply emphasised: practice, practice, practice. As if that was the sticking point where most fell flat. But when she was here, there was a clarity to life. And she wasn't on the streets, and she wasn't in her dark little house tucked into a grim slum, for all she was told she was lucky to live there given how many refugees hadn't made it through the gates. The lessons continued for a couple of years. He was a bored old man with, it seemed little to go home to. They didn't talk about their lives, and this seemed part of the attraction for them both. He said things every once in a while Cwen wasn't sure if she agreed with - "archery is an art", "the forest has much to teach us", "murder is wrong" - but for all the weird mysticism around the way he treated archery, she quickly grew the equal of more seasoned bowmen. At fourteen, he let her string his longbow. At fifteen, he let her fire it. Her muscles strained to their fullest, and her back almost gave out, and her shot scattered wide of the target and almost struck a pigeon, but it seemed like that was enough, when the next day she found out he'd left for Gridania, and left the bow in her hands.

The years passed. She trained. She made what living she could, graduating from theft to violence, and her mother stopped looking at her as a daughter and started looking at her as a crushing disappointment. Always took the money, though. Never too proud for that. One day, Cwenthryth, too, had just left. Being a Godslaying mercenary felt a little more fulfilling, for whatever reason. It had always felt a little hollow to spend so much time hurting people who didn't fight back, taking from people who were essentially like her, but weak. She still took no satisfaction in fighting, beyond that of a job well done, but something felt better about hurting things that were trying to kill you. Trouble was, sometimes, they came close to succeeding. They'd thought Garuda was down, before She swept back into being in the centre of the field, throwing aside any in her path. Cwenthryth had been closest, slammed into a pillar of rocks, felt agony in her back and her head for a sharp, split moment before rolling limp to the ground. The first thing she heard after that was a voice. "Hey, get up! You look way too heavy to drag back to camp, even for me." "Careful with her. Her back could be broken." Cwenthryth groaned. Was the massive jolt of pain in her spine a good sign? She knuckled herself upright, unsteadily, before a buckling leg immediately sent her back on one knee. "'m fine," she said, flying in the face of all evidence. Her eyes finally opened. That weird, foreign scaled thing was talking. That was a good sign. She couldn't see Garuda, either, which was also a good sign, though the last time she hadn't seen Garuda had been right before getting thrown into the rocks. She looked back at them. One of them was damp. She felt the back of her head and winced as her fingers came away red. "You alright?" "Head throbs like Rhalgr's cock," she muttered. "Can walk, though." Her other hand kept tensing, though, as though... as though... "Pity you missed it. Right after you went down, I leapt onto the pillar, jumped right over the--" Cwenthryth ignored them, smacking shoulders as she hustled by, finding... a string connecting two uneven lengths of wooden staves. The bow must have snapped under the tension, perhaps even against her own body as she'd been thrown back. She sucked her teeth. No use crying and stamping her feet. But this felt worse than any broken body she'd seen. No body ever felt that right in her hands. So she did what she always did, though tonight rather more literally than usual. She picked up the pieces, and moved on.

[elareine]

Fic Masterpost

For a masterpost of my tumblr ficlets, see here.

Note: I’ve added fics with multiple pairings to every relevant category.

Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Secret Witness (34k, ao3) CSI except with ghosts. WIP. 

A Hope Like You (12k, ao3) A/b/o with single dad Jason and identity porn. WIP. 

Silver and shadow and vision of things not seen (8k, ao3) WW2 and post-WW2 urban fantasy noir. WIP.

Turn yourself toward home (4k, ao3) Retired pirate seeks retired navy officer.

The space between us (8k, ao3) Mr. & Mrs. Smith in space.

Hold me (like you held on to life) (6k, ao3) Vampire sex to spite the parents.

If I know you (4k, ao3) Annoyed witch cares for sleeping prince.

Lifelong learning (5k, ao3) College, but it’s not an AU.

safe with me (14k, ao3) Figuring out intimacy, with a dash of d/s.

Ornamental (2k, ao3)  Christmas party butt plug fun.

Far away (1k, ao3 I tumblr) + So close (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Tim’s in space and then he’s not.

Like no other pain (2k, ao3) Soulmates, but Tim makes it angsty. 

If I had a type (then baby it would be you) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) One-night stand with surprise bondmark.  

The Sacredness of Tears (13k, ao3)  Tim gets the ability to travel through time, but somehow that’s not the main story. 

The Reluctant Brides (13k, ao3) Genderbent regency.

Adamare (9k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) Harry Potter AU. 

What demons they carry (5k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14) Outsider POV of demon!Tim.

Shelter (19k, ao3) Royalty arranged marriage. 

glaukopis, promachos, atrytone (4k, ao3 I tumblr:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) A god and his reincarnated lover.

Not the hurricane (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Soft handjobs. 

Night falling softly and without mercy (4k, ao3 I tumblr) When you want to marry your bodyguard but are pretty sure he means to kill you. 

Reasons to be jealous (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Unfounded jealousy crack. Side DickDami.

Just a fool for you (6k, ao3 I tumblr) The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part two of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool’s game (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Outsider POV of The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part one of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool to believe (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Epistolary companion to The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part three of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

Blood will tell (9k, ao3) October Daye AU. 

So easy to begin (4k, ao3) Dealin’ with fear toxin and trauma, a/b/o-style. 

Somebody ring the alarm (2k, ao3) Strangers flirting while undercover.

To love and to honour (6k, ao3) Five anniversaries and a wedding. 

A question of trust (3k, ao3) Jason hides an injury.

The Wedding Job (3k, ao3) Leverage-style heist.

One day the slipper fits (2k, ao3) The perils of not-dating. 

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd 

clock ticking (sudden silence) (7k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s soulmate timer is an asshole. 

The stars gaze back (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Stardust AU with more swearing.

In the Shallows (20k, ao3) Celebrity ‘She Loves Me’ AU.

I dream of our story (our fairytale) (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Epilogue to In the Shallows. 

A revolution is a simple thing (6k, ao3) Anastasia AU.

Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

Soft, sweet (and never too much) (2k, ao3) Sweet and kinky PWP.

Don't make me close one more door (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Bodyguard AU. Dami goes undercover and develops feelings. 

Misperceptions (6k, ao3 I tumblr) DamiDick-centric compaion to Reasons to be jealous.

Damian Wayne/Tim Drake

These stars will guide us home (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Developing feelings while being far apart.

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. DamiTim, Joyfire+Dick.

That sacred bond (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Fake marriage for the aliens.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Winners get road rash with @scootboot97​ (3k, ao3 I tumblr) College AU dorks and oral. 

Of wizards and black knights (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cyberpunk damsel in not-so-much distress. 

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Wonder (2k, ao3) Officer Grayson partners up with Batman.

All that's dead and gone and passed tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Hunger Games AU. 

Tim Drake/Conner Kent

Met a boy (cute as can be) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Summer romance.

Snow comes down in June (2k, ao3 I tumblr) College dumbasses try to stay friends.

Jason Todd/Damian Wayne

That word on your skin (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Getting the same tattoo is one way to ask for a date.

warmth, shared (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s feeling old and gets cuddles on a mountain.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper/Tim Drake

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Considering fatherhood and marriage. 

Turning point (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cuddles against nightmares, with a surprise ghost.

Other ships (DC)

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. Joyfire+Dick, DamiTim. 

The wonderful everyday (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Flirting in an Ikea. Joyfire.

Down, down (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Prince visits tentacled sea witch. Superbat.

Would make me whole (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Angsty jerk-off session. JayRoyDick.

Promises (whispered, shouted) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries in the desert with not much hope. JonDami.

Won't you die tonight for love (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Vampire marriage surprisingly includes a third person. DamiJayTim.

You still look like a movie (2k, ao3 I tumblr) High school teachers pine. DickWally, side JayTim.

Spellbound (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Morning after marred by worry about a love potion. Trinity.

Through the night (we'll make it) (2k, ao3 I tumblr) H/C vignettes. Robinpile.

Gen (DC) 

rewind, fast forward, stop (3k, ao3 I tumblr)  Deaged Jason angst. Jason, batfamily.

In silence (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s telepathy doesn’t help him with Bruce. Jason, Bruce.

A soft place to land (2k, ao3) Trying to get Bruce to retire. Jason, Dick, batfamily.

touched your head gently (felt my heart melt) (7k, ao3) Movie-verse Floyd as a father through the years. Floyd, Zoe, squad. 

Will someone tell me what's going on tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s OC boyfriend is an asshole, Wally offers comfort. Dick/OC (past), Bruce, Wally

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Considering fatherhood and marriage. Duke-centric, side JayRoyTim.

Hockey RPF

Sometimes I lie (4k, ao3) An FBI agent and his informant. SidGeno.

Finding Surety  (13k, ao3) Fake Dating. Marner/Matthews.  

Do you know (I still miss you) (6k, ao3) Getting back together with a little help from your friends. Eichel/McDavid. (Part two of ‘Read all about it’)

The name that history wrote (8k, ao3) Harry Potter AU, triwizard tournament. Eichel/McDavid.

the whole world's out of sync (9k, ao3) 13 going on 30 AU. SidGeno.

stellar nucleosynthesis (13k, ao3) Magical realism and truth spells. Danny/Claude.

But you were always on my mind (7k, ao3) Soulmarks complicated by dyslexia.

Feather (9k, ao3) Crimean war magical realism AU. SidGeno.

Other fandoms

starts with truth (MCU, 8k, ao3) If Steve talked to Tony and Pepper earlier about the winter soldier. SteveTonyPepper.

someday my prince will come (X-Men Movies, 7k, ao3) Erik deals with an enchanted forest. Cherik.

Nothing easy worth doing (Power Rangers, 2k, ao3) Superheroing while autistic - pros and cons. 

Shoot me down (Star Wars, 12k, ao3) Kier survives. Everything else still happens. LeiaKierHan.

Ask his mind (ask his heart) (Star Wars, 2k, ao3)  Anakin gets dosed with sex pollen. ObiKin. 

A Woman is Herself (Lady Sherlock, 7k, ao3) Joanna Watson character study. JoannaJohn. 

Will it burn forever (this light) (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, 11k, ao3) Love spell adventures. ArthurTristan. (There’s a podcast!)

Someday soon (Arashi RPF, 1k, ao3) A glance into the future. Ohmiya. 

With fates to come (D.Gray-man, 1k, ao3) Tikki is Cassandra. TikkiAllen.

Dedication with @magoril​ (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Theseus fixes things for his brother. TinaNewt. 

Shiny things (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Percival gets a service Niffler. Gen. 

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB MIV Week 10 Roundup!

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Title: You don’t change horses midstream Collaborator: Kahuna Burger Card Number: 4094 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - I Regret Nothing Ship: Gen Rating: Teen  Major Tags: Major Character Death, Infinity War AU, Steve Rogers critical Summary: Everything comes together for Steve's perfect ending. Word Count: N/A

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Title: The Groomsman Collaborator: feignedsobriquet Card Number: 4039 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - Misunderstandings Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Art Summary: Fanart for 27dragons and tisfan’s The Groomsman Word Count: N/A

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Title: Loki, God of Sewing Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Card Number: 4042 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Adopted - Stay Still  Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: Crafts Summary: A felt needle book decorated with a cross-stitched Loki wielding a threaded needle. Word Count: N/A

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Title: BUCK-E’s Problem Collaborator: lbibliophile-mcu Card Number: 4090 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T3 - Crack Ship: Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes Rating: Gen Major Tags: drabble, fanart, Dum-e’s Drawings, Bucky Barnes’ metal arm Summary: Hanging out in TON-E’s workshop, DUM-E collects the best stories. BUCK-E is not amused. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Mr. & Mr. Stark - Chapter 1 Collaborator: hddnone Card Number: 4006 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A2 - Hindsight Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: Gun Violence, Assassins Summary: Bucky had been so busy hiding from Tony, he never realized what Tony was hiding from him.  Word Count: 650

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Title: [Podfic] The Shirt Collaborator: Juulna Card Number: 4065 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - showoff Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Sexual Fantasy, Rimming, Tattoos, tony stark has no shame, (actually he has a little bit of shame), Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Porn, (but really more porn than anything), Fluffy Ending, Polyamory, First Kiss, Possessive Bucky Barnes, Possessive Steve Rogers, Bottom Tony Stark, Top Steve Rogers, Stuckony, Crack, (Yeah I admit it), tony gets a tattoo for bucky and steve, they find out during sex, that’s basically the fic, with some shirt porn tossed in, Clothing Porn, Podfic, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes, Avengers Merchandise, Bucky and Tony are Both Showoffs Summary: How an impulsive decision that Tony made at sixteen and an equally impulsive decision that Tony made at forty-three combined to have the best outcome ever. Word Count: Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes

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Title: The Only Real Starks Collaborator: eachpeachpearplum Card Number: 4003 Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1, adopted prompt - present tense Chapter 2, T2 - wolf Ship: Pepperony Rating: Teen Major Tags: fluff, family, soft dad Tony, tiny mention of schoolyard bullying, art Summary: Morgan comes home from school clearly upset about something, but it’s only as he’s tucking her in for the night that she decides to tell Tony what happened. Fortunately, Tony knows exactly how to solve the problem. Word Count: 875

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Title: Targets Acquired - Mission Failed Collaborator: ABrighterDarkness Card Number: 4074 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: Tony & Bucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: moodboard, WinterSoldier targeting Tony&Pepper, explosives set at the Tower Summary: The Asset has been given 24 hours. The target is the newly minted Iron Man and Stark Industries. They cannot be allowed to continue as they are and Insight is not yet ready. But Stark knows he’s there, has hidden Potts and Hogan. The Soldier flees.  Stark follows ready for a fight that never comes.

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Title: untitled Collaborator: lronhusbands Card Number: 4011 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - picture of Malibu House Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: moodboard

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Title: Mr & Mr Stark - Chapter 2 Collaborator: hddnone Card Number: 4006 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Kink: Begging Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, Gun Violence, Assassins Summary: Bucky had been so busy hiding from Tony, he never realized what Tony was hiding from him. Word Count: 1888

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Title: Untitled Tony/Bucky Fanwork Bingo Fill [Art] Collaborator: hundredthousands-art Card Number: 4088 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A5 - Hanahaki Disease Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Hanahaki, art  Summary: Bucky goes missing. While out looking for him, Tony finds a trail of bloody flower petals in the snow and hopes it’s not too late to tell the man how he feels.

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Title: Fri on the Wall Collaborator: lbibliophile-mcu Card Number: 4090 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Confessions under the influence Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mutual pining, Supportive Friday, 5+1 Things, Drabble sequence, Dialogue-only Summary: Friday watches her idiot, pining boys. Or, five times Friday tried to support their relationship, and one time she decided to take more drastic measures. Word Count: 600

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Title: Pepperony Christmas Cross Stitch Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 4034 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Image of Rescue Pepper Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: pixel art, cross stitch pattern, fandom craft Summary: You can’t deck the halls without an awesome, sleek Pepper ornament and an ugly Christmas sweater-inspired Tony ornament.

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Title: Mind Control Collaborator: ceealaina Card Number: 4008 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - Technopathy Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: Technopathy, MIT Era, Fluff and Humor, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting Summary: Rhodey always knew that Tony was special. He just hadn't realized how special.  Word Count: 2739

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Title: Keep Me Warm Collaborator: 27dragons Card Number: 4027 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - Fake Dating K5 - Car Trouble T4 - Stranded A3 - Free Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Sharing a Bed, Snowed In Summary: “That sucks. Wait. It sucks? I thought you were kind of bummed about not getting to see your family for the holidays.”“Yeah, but I wanted to see them at home, where I could go into my room and close the door when I need a break,” Bucky grumbled. “But instead it’ll be in some cheap hotel in New York where I’ll have the great choice of sleeping on the floor in one of two rooms – the one with my parents, or the one with Becca and Gram.”(or, Tony gets a brilliant idea.) Word Count: 5243

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Title: same time next year Collaborator: peachy Card Number: 4017 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Happy Ending Ship: Stony Rating: T Major Tags: Christmas, Modern AU, Tony Stark needs a hug, getting together, angst with a happy ending Summary: four (4) Christmases with two (2) idiots who can't admit they're in love. Word Count: 3314

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Title: A Fairytale, This Is Not Collaborator: Fighting_For_Creativity Card Number: 4004 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Adopted - Science and Magic Ship: WinterIron (endgame for the fic), Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Morgana, Merlin/Gwaine (due to the nature of the fic, bear with me folks) Rating: Mature Major Tags: Reincarnation, dreams, visions, canon typical violence, ok Howard, kidnapping, (HYDRA in later chapters), team as family Summary: Sometimes, unbeknownst to Tony, his reflection doesn’t show the man the world sees. Yet his dreams show Tony, what has been, and what will come.On a journey to himself, Tony Stark learns to trust and live, finding a family with unlikely people and love in the most unexpected ways. Word Count: 1776

[ad1thi]

wedding rings

based on this iconic post by @lovelyirony. 

/ meant to be a companion piece to four weddings and a funeral, so im tagging Stars as well @theavengays

/

Nothing changes after Amsterdam. Tony was too keyed up on the idea of marrying Rhodey to even think about wedding rings, and their fingers remain metal ornament- less

Tony’s never been one for flashy love, despite what the tabloids say, but sometimes - he looks over at his bare left hand, and wishes something was there

So he goes to a discreet tattoo parlour and gets J.R tattooed on his ring finger, and while Rhodey sees it and goes wild (definitely some of the best sex they’ve ever had), it still doesn’t feel like enough

“I wish I could give you a ring,” he says after Massachusetts, lying down on Rhodey’s bare chest and twirling his finger absently against his stomach, “wish there was something I could do that made you mine”

Rhodey huffs, “you have two separate marriage licenses out of me Tones, how much more yours do I need to be?”

Tony bites at his pec in retaliation, “you know what I mean. I wanna show off my ring,” he imitates with his hand, “to some girl who’ll swoon because of how big my rock is”

“By girl I assume you mean Pepper and Janet,” Rhodey says, “because nobody else would actually care that you’re wearing a diamond on your finger”

Tony whines softly, and Rhodey feels bad instantly - so he bends down and cups his husband’s chin, forcing him to lift his gaze so he can meet Rhodey’s eyes

“Hey I’m sorry I didn’t mean to poke fun,” Rhodey whispers, leaning down to press a feather light kiss on his lips, “if you want a rock, I’ll get you the biggest shiniest rock there is okay?”

“It doesn’t have to be big,” Tony says shyly, “or even shiny. I just want something that makes you mine”

Rhodey curls the arm around Tony’s hip tighter, and holds him until he sleeps

/

In the end, Rhodey doesn’t end up getting him a diamond ring anyway

He holds up his end of the bargain, and doesn’t tell his squadron for the rest of the week

Like General Macweather said, they’re all ecstatic for him, and Jones in particular wants to know if this means they can start giving him shit for being Stark’s kept-boy

He doesn’t go straight to New York though

Even though he’s aching to see his husband, he has one last stop left

“Baby!” his ma calls out, running down the patio to give him a hug

He picks her up and swings her around, letting her grab his face and smoosh it repeatedly

“Ma its cold out what’re you doing running across the patio in bare feet?” Rhodey admonishes, refusing to put her down until they’re back in the house 

“My baby comes home after god knows how long and you expect me to just wait on the couch?” his mom levels him with a glare that makes him feel 15 again, “that Air Force job of yours is eating away at your brain cells”

“Now, I know you didn’t come visit me on a whim because your boy is waiting for you in New York now that those folks in Washington have repealed Don’t Ask Don’t Tell,” she pushes a plate of food in front of him, “so tell me, what’s going on?”

He takes a deep breath, “I need something from your wall of achievements”

/

After he touches down, after he kisses his husband in front of thousands of screaming reporters, after he spreads Tony out on his silk sheets and re-learns every part of his body - Rhodey pads over to his jacket and fishes out a velvet box 

“These are our class rings Rhodey why are you ....” Tony cuts off when he realises what the rings are for, and when he looks back up at Rhodey - his eyes are brimming with tears

“You said you wanted a ring baby,” Rhodey says wetly, “and this is the most precious one I could find”

Tony slowly slips it out of the box and onto his left ring finger, admiring it for a couple seconds before launching himself at Rhodey

The motion knocks Rhodey onto his back, but he doesn’t care - he’s too busy kissing his husband and feeling the close press of his husband’s wedding ring against his cheek

Fin

[silverarmedassassin]

A Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (if you squint) Word Count: 1406 Warnings: Soft!Bucky, mention of sick children, but nothing graphic or anything. Summary: When the Avengers take a day off to help you decorate the children’s hospital you work for, a certain Super Solider feels a little left out. 

2019 Christmas Masterlist 

“Mr. Stark, I’m glad to see you’re putting your suit to good use,” you laugh as you walk into the hospital lobby. Hovering twenty-five feet in the air is none other than Tony Stark. He turns from the tree in which he was hanging an over-sized red, ceramic bauble and smirks. “I’m not sure why I even bothered having them bring out the ladders!”

Despite their busy schedules of saving the world one alien-invasion at a time, the Avengers had managed to pencil in a tree decorating event for the children’s hospital you work for. You’d reached out to Tony on a whim, knowing how busy he is between being the face of Stark Industries and avenging. So, when Pepper called you two days later confirming the details of the event, you were nothing less than shocked.

“Please, Y/N, how many times do I need to ask you to just call me Tony?” He makes a hasty but careful descent, gliding over to where you’re standing before touching down completely. “Nice of you to finally show your face around here.”

Over his shoulder, you see Pepper setting down a box of ornaments before making her way over. “Oh leave her alone, Tony. She’s a busy woman.” Pepper gives you a quick squeeze before tucking herself into her long-term boyfriend’s side.

You’d known Tony for almost a decade. You’d met him by chance at a career fair in high school, and he ended up offering you your first internship during your freshman year of college. You’d somehow wormed your way into both Tony and Pepper’s hearts, and they unofficially officially adopted you as part of their tech-empire family.

“Tony, aren’t you gonna introduce us to the pretty lady?” you hear someone from the group, Sam Wilson you believe, call from amongst the boxes of Christmas chaos.

Tony rolls his eyes before pulling you into his other side. “Yea, yea, shove it, Pelican Brain.” You attempt to stifle a chuckle as Sam grumbles to himself. “Team, meet Y/N. Y/N, meet the team.

A chorus of “hello” and “nice to meet you” erupts from the little gang of superheroes. You’re pleased with the fact that almost every familiar face could show, along with some you knew but couldn’t quite place. The tallest, and arguably the most enthusiastic of the bunch, Captain America, is the first to break away towards you.

“Steve Rogers,” he says as he grasps your hand in a firm handshake. “It’s a pleasure, ma’am. I think what you guys do here, for the sick kids and all...it’s really great. If treatment like this was as accessible and advanced back in the twenties - hell I might not be standing here right now!”

“We get it, big guy, you’re old. Stop hogging her,” Tony shoos Steve away. “As Pep said, she’s a very busy woman who doesn’t have time to listen to your origin story.”

“Well actually,” you chuckle. “I’ve managed to clear my schedule for the rest of the afternoon, so I’ll be able to help out when some of our patients come down!”

“Patients? Like, the kids?” another voice pipes up from the tree.

You all turn to find none other than Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier himself, peeking around from behind the tree. There was glitter stuck in his long hair, and he had a small strand of garland draped over his shoulders. You can’t help but wonder how this man was ever one of the most feared assassins in the world.

“Uh, yes the kids,” Tony snarks, rolling his eyes. “We’re at a children’s hospital, Tinsel Man, what did you expect?”

Bucky plucks the garland from his body and tosses it into a pile of boxes. “I just...kids don’t really like me. I didn’t know they were going to be here helping us.”

You quickly jump in, in an attempt to ease his worry. “The children are excited to meet all of you. I can promise there are a few boys and girls who can relate to you on some level and will love getting to spend time with you!”

Bucky found you weren’t necessarily wrong. The children were excited to see the one and only Avengers in the flesh. There were kids dressed up in Captain America pjs, Iron Man stickers on various casts, and one little girl even had a Black Widow temporary tattoo she couldn’t wait to show off to Natasha.

And, while none of the kids necessarily avoided Bucky, they weren’t going out of their way to show off their “battle scars” as you’d come to call them. He understood why with his appearance not being the exact definition of warm and fuzzy. But he had scaled it back on the black today, and he’d made sure to pull all the crazy hair out of his face because he knew how intimidating meeting new people could be when you couldn’t get a good look at their face.

As the afternoon of decorating started coming to a close, just a few patients - ones that were either outpatient and had just shown up, or had been in treatment during the earlier part of the day - were hanging around. It had grown pretty quiet with only a few interruptions of laughter coming from a small group of kids huddled around Steve and Sam. Bucky watched on happy to see his two best friends were enjoying an afternoon off, seemingly releasing the weight of the world’s problems from their shoulders.

Since he wasn’t otherwise occupied, he decided he was going to start packing up some of the unused decorations. He’d never admit to it, but the organization helped him clear his mind sometimes.

“Mr. Barnes,” Bucky hears from behind him. He stands from where he was digging in a box of faux candy canes and turns around to find you standing with a little girl. She looks terrified, but not in the way that Bucky was used to. More shy than fear, and it made him feel good.

“Please, just call me Bucky,” he chuckles.

“Okay, Bucky,” you smile and he’s sure it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “I wanted to introduce you to one of your biggest fans. This is one of our outpatient kids. She doesn’t stay here often, but we have regular appointments with her!”

Bucky bends down so that he’s eye-level with Cali. He had to admit a sweet-looking girl like her favoring him of all the Avengers was a surprise.

“Hi, Cali,” he smiled, extending his hand for a gentle shake. She looks up to you for assurance before stepping around your legs to inspect Bucky fully. “How are you?”

“She’s a bit shy, but I promise she’s excited,” you laugh. “Go on, he’s not going to bite!”

Giggles erupt from a group of children who are huddled around Steve, and it seems to break Cali’s reservations about Bucky. Instead of accepting his hand, she goes in for a full-on hug, almost knocking down the surprised super-soldier.

“I have a fake arm too,” she whispers into his neck, and his surprised laugh falters a bit.

“Wh-what?” He leans back just enough to see her face, and she nods. Holding up her left arm, she pulls the sleeve back to expose a prosthetic. Hers is less noticeable, complete with flesh-colored material so that it doesn’t stand out to the prying eye.

“She’s kind of why the hospital has such a great relationship with Mr. Stark. He was kind enough to donate funds to build her an arm similar to yours,” you gesture to the arm Bucky is now closely examining. “There’s nerve sensors and everything, so she still has sensation - can feel warmth and cold, all of that.”

“Amazing,” Bucky whispers, looking from Cali’s arm to her face. “Do you know how special this is?”

Cali grins and they’re obviously having a moment, so you decide to leave them to it. As you make your way over to one of the many lobby couches, exhausted from an afternoon of excitement, Tony makes a surprise landing.

“I guess he’s not bad all the time,” he chuckles, looking over your shoulder to the tender scene unraveling in front of him. “Might be the little Christmas miracle Inspector Gadget needed this year.”

You bite your lip in an attempt to hide the wide grin that threatened to split across your face. "I'm glad we could help."

[space-whalesharks]

73 Questions

Tagged by: @returnofthepd3 Tagging: All y’all

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? -10. I’ve got nothing to look forward to in life anymore and that’s finally starting to weigh on me.

Describe yourself in a hashtag? #CorgiMom

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?  I’ll pass. 

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? “Come see the Human Afterthought.” 

What’s one thing people don’t know about you? I mean I’m lonely af and try to get friendship going with lots of people so I’m entirely open and will talk about anything, so nothing. 

What’s your wakeup ritual? Currently roll out of bed at 10am-11am, tune out whatever nonsense my dad is spewing that afternoon, pack more boxes, fruitlessly apply to jobs, and play RDR2.

What’s your favorite time of day? 7PM-1AM. Blessed alone/unbothered time in this house. 

Your go to for having a good laugh? Talking to my college friends and The One That Got Away

Dream country to visit? England

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had? My parents finally caving and letting me get a dog after we lost our first corgi two years prior/they didn’t want to “do all the doghair” again. 

Heels or flats/sneakers? Sneakers but not flats. I’m a toe-walker so flats are a nightmare. I have better luck in heels than flats, and I don’t mind heels, but they just feel too formal for me. 

Who do you want to write your obituary? The One That Got Away. He’ll do me justice and not get too preachy. He’ll have fun with it. 

Style icon? Becca in Pitch Perfect, Carrie Underwood when she/her stylist is pairing stuff with jeans

What are three things you can’t live without? My dog, creativity, art supplies

What’s one ingredient you put in everything? Lemon Pepper

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for? The One That Got Away, my first senior year roommate, and... my three college best friends. No, I won’t narrow it down to three. 

What’s your biggest fear in life? At this point it’s about to come true, so moving away and not being able to find a job/carry on the exact same way I’m going now, so... yeah. 

Window or aisle seat? Window

What’s your current TV obsession? I had to axe Hulu for a bit but when I still had it, it was Prodigal Son, Almost Family, Dollface, and Perfect Harmony (yeah the latter is fairly preachy and bad but it’s charming and funny in its own weird way). That reminds me I need to re-up Hulu. 

Favorite app? Spotify, Choices: Stories You Play

Secret talent? Interior Design, Giving My All to  Some People Who Just Won’t Bother to Do the Same For Me

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life? Digging in my heels when my parents were trying to deter me from going to a college seven hours away. I’m not adventurous and I hate it. 

How would you define yourself in three words? empathetic, creative, A Pleasure to Have in Class

Favourite piece of clothing you own? My college hoodie. It’s mostly black, has my college logo but the neck/pullstrings are modelled after a hockey uniform’s. I’ve only gone without it the last three days during this whole lockdown and I miss it. The print is also crackling so I need to find another close thing to it. 

Must have clothing item everyone should have? Slightly too-big hoodie.

Superpower you would want? Mind reading

What’s inspiring you in life right now? Nothing

Best piece of advice you’ve received? “Stop caving to your parents.” 

Best advice you’d give your teenage self? Same as the last question, cut out [Toxic Ex Best Friend], be more aggressive pursuing The Guy it Turned Out We Both Had a Crush on, also be more aggressive pursuing The One That Got Away.

A book that everyone should read? Austenland by Shannon Hale if romantic comedies and/or Jane Austen is your thing. 

What would you like to be remembered for? Loyalty. 

How do you define beauty? Selflessness, put-togetherness

What do you love most about your body? If eyes count, my eyes. If not, lmao I hate my body, nothing. 

Best way to take a rest/decompress? Mindlessly browse internet, play videogames. 

Favourite place to view art? On here, tbh. Like, I could say the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the city, but... idk everything but the Egyptian Exhbit drains me in that place for some reason. I’m more of a Natural History Museum gal. Gimme the fun taxidermy and that giant whale sculpture in the food court any day. 

If your life were a song, what would it be? Falling Apart - Matt Nathanson 

My Name is Thunder by Jet and The Bloody Beetroots.

If you could master one instrument, what would it be? Baritone. I used to play it and then got snubbed from band in 7th grade and my skill with it tanked to nothing. Picking it up again would be nice. 

If you had a tattoo, where would it be? Well, the plan before the lockdown was to get one in the middle of my inner forearm.

Dolphins or koalas? Dolphins

Best gift you’ve ever received? Our first corgi

Best gift you’ve ever given? When I was in college I made polymer clay ornaments for Christmas for my five housemates. They were all fairly terrible but I had fun and most of them apparently willingly enjoyed getting them/had a good laugh about it. One of them still sends me the photo of his whenever it’s on the tree. 

What’s your favourite board game? Stratego but the version from the 1960s, Battleship from the 1980s.  Yes the years are important, the modern ones are entirely different games and they’re Weird and I don't like ‘em. 

What’s your favourite colour? Peacock blue

Least favourite colour? Yellow

Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds

Drugstore makeup or designer? Drugstore

Blow-dry or air-dry? Air dry. Fuck blow drying, I have too much hair and it puffs out if I blow dry. I call it “Hermione Grangering.”

Pilates or yoga? Neither

Coffee or tea? Both

What’s the weirdest word in the English language? Moist. Why does everybody hate it, idgi. Is it really just a mind in the gutter thing?

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate? Yes. 

Stairs or elevator? Stylistically stairs, general preference: elevator. 

Summer or winter? WINTER!!!! Summer is evil. 

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? Mac and Cheese

A dessert you don’t like? No Dessert.

A skill you’re working on mastering? Digital coloring, figuring out what I want to do with my life without caving to my parents trying to gaslight me because they want me to be something I don’t want to be. 

Best thing to happen to you today? lmao nothing. Since it’s been a rough few hours I’m waiting on The One That Got Away to sense my depression and text me because he’s just got that talent. 

Best compliment you’ve ever received? My high school bus driver ran into me at the grocery store I worked at and introduced me to his partner as “the girl I told you about, the one that if we ever adopt a kid and they don’t end up exactly like her, I’m gonna be disappointed.” Also, because I need to put this one into writing somewhere, when my classmates and I were out on a college trip, our professor/advisor was with us and was a few drinks in, so she gave us all superlatives. I was “the smartest person in this entire group... .... .... but [ I ] had to come out of the closet ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... of smartness.”  Cue everyone, including myself, looking from her, to each other, and then back to me, absolutely not sure how to process that.  It was wild and confusing but because of that it still ranks on one of my best moments in college. And it was arguably a compliment. 

Favourite smell? Vanilla, or baked goods. 

Hugs or kisses? Hugs

If you made a documentary, what would it be about? Documentaries are garbage, I’d do a drama- movie or show. 

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? RDR2 fic, post canon where John meets Albert and tells him A Thing and it killed me. 

Lipstick or lip gloss Lipstick

Sweet or savory? Sweet

Girl crush? Alicia Vikander

How you know you’re in love? Undying loyalty to the person, lots of laughs and smiles. 

Song you can listen to on repeat? Sinner - Andy Grammer

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be? Anybody other than me lmao

What are you most excited about at this time in your life? Again, I’ve got nothing to look forward to in life anymore. So uuuhhhh... maybe having something to look forward to again? But there’s a minimal chance of that. 

[chalabrun]

Jaenara Belaerys -- ;

I. ( Basic Information. )

Full Name: Jaenara Belaerys

Nickname(s): Jae, Nara, Jaena

Title(s): Lady Jaenara, Dragonlord Belaerys

Aliases: TBA

Age: 30’s 

Date of Birth: TBA

Species: Human

Ethnicity: Valyrian, Ghiscari & Sarnori

Nationality: Valyrian

Gender: Cisfemale

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Demiromantic, demisexual

Political Affiliation: Moderate

Religion: TBA

Language(s) Spoken: High Valyrian, Bastard Valyrian, Common

2. ( Physical. )

Hair Color: Salt and pepper, worn to shoulders

Eye Color: Dark violet

Complexion: Light to medium olive tone

Height: 6′

Weight: 180 lbs

Build: Curvy mesomorph

Tattoos: N/A

Piercings: Ear buds pierced once each

Clothing Style: Due to being highborn, Jaenara often wears fashions typical of wealthy Valyrian women, being flowing garments and expensive and ornate gowns and dresses. However, when she travels, she instead wears tough tunics, sturdy breeches, leather boots, and light armor on her person sparsely ornamented.

3. ( Health. )

Physical Ailments: None

Neurological Conditions: TBA

Allergies: N/A

Addictions: N/A

Drug Use: N/A

Alcohol Use: N/A

4. ( Nobility. )

Coat of Arms: Gold Firewyrm twined around a golden volcano, red backdrop

Words: Forged from flame

Seat: The Isle of Lys, originally Valyria

Lord: Lord Aekar Belaerys of Valyria

Region: Lys the Lovely

Title: Lady or Lord

Overlord: None

Cadet Branch: TBA

Ancestral Weapon: Caliburnus, Valyrian steel swordstaff

Founded: 2-3k years before Doom

5. ( Occupational. )

Occupation: Dragonlord, dragonrider, explorer

Past Occupation(s): Noblewoman, handmaiden for a lady of House Celtigar

Education: Tutored by the finest scholars and warrior monks of the Ghiscari and YiTish people, respectively; Sarnori riders from Saath taught her to incorporate their techniques into her dragonriding whilst Valyrian mystics taught her the way of magic, at which she is fairly adept at.

Specializations: Dragonriding, survivalism, Valyrian magic, martial arts & swordstaff fighting, exploration, archeology

6. ( Abilities. )

Valyrian sorcery: Jaena is proficient in blood magic and elemental magic, specifically fire. She can utilize glass candles and use fire offensively, while blood magic she dominantly uses for healing.

Dragon-riding: Being a dragonlord, Jaena can ride Terrax extremely well—which is what helped her survive in Sothoryos

Dragon husbandry: Tale tells of how the ancestors of House Belaerys were among those mystics who bred dragons from firewyrms by both breeding them with wyverns and firewyrms; by the present time, Jaena herself is known for being a breeder of both dragons and captive wyverns.

Combat: While not the deadliest of warriors, Jaena is an excellent fighter with her swordstaff and is known for being capable in mounted combat and some forms of YiTish martial arts.

Survivalism & exploration: Being one of the only known Essosi people to have survived the journey to Sothoryos and returned intact, this is where Jaena excels and survive in almost any environment she puts her mind to explore.

Archeology: Relatively self-taught, Jaena’s travels helped opened the doorway for broaching academic study of the continent, something never before considered.

8. ( Relationships. )

Father: Aekar Belaerys of Valyria

Mother: Hylina Amai of Sarnor

Sibling(s): Valenor & Saegelle Belaerys, half-siblings

Spouse: Shaegon Saan of Lys

Children: Aurion Belaerys, first Emperor of Valyria

Pet(s): Terrax, only presently known dragon & Firewyrm crossbreed

9. ( Personality and Astrological. )

Temperament: Sanguine

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Primary Vice: Sloth

Primary Virtue: Diligence

Element: Water

[barberwitch]

A family of witches is full of its riches

Last night my sister came over to spend the night, she just wanted to get away and hang out which I was happy with.

Out she hauls her copy of Encyclopedia of Witchcraft, a bottle of wine and her grimiore I made for her.

We chatted about guys, tattoos, movies, and finally I asked what she wanted to do; “It’s the new moon after all. Anything in there you’re wanting to try?”

After deciding that a Lucky in love spell would be better suited in a couple months, talking about spirits and how hedge crossing works, I took the reins.

“I’m going to lead you through centering, grounding, and shielding because they only briefly mention it in any book. And then, we’ll make you a witch ball. That way you’ll be ready to do whatever working you want, and you’ll be safe.”

We go to the guest bedroom where I’ve got all my witchy stuff stored, lit some incense, pulled out the selenite and started unloading my trunk and drawers of items. Pulled a clear ornament off the tree, chatted about saturnalia, how half of our heritage is based in Ireland and Celtic in nature and went to work.

No correspondence books, not rattling on about this does that and that does this. We just sat, and talked and I gave her herb and ingredient after ingredient to touch, smell, meditate with and just think about how it made her feel. After she chose, she’d tell me why, and I’d give her some info or history if it’s use etc.

Asfoetida, mandrake, iron nails, salt, beach sand, seaweed, cloves, cinnamon, allspice, mugwort, wormwood, datura seeds, datura blooms, dead bees, tobacco, mistletoe, cypress, chamomile, rose, lavender, thorns, ginger, lemon peel, hawthorn, juniper, patchouli, white sage, Palo Santo, damiana, witch hazel, pepper corns, pepper flakes, onyx, tigers eye, amethyst, rose quartz on and on and on. I kept pulling ingredients out. And it was amazing. For so long I’ve learned from her and shared moments in her world, but she’s entering mine now and it’s my favorite thing.

After she went through each one, asking questions, sharing stories, memories and random stuff she picked her herbs and filled up the ball. I know it’ll work for her because she chose them based on what connections she felt, her own correspondences, her own witchy nature. I got to be her book for the night.

I’m just so proud and happy to have another witch in the family.

[iamacolor]

Wherever life plants you, bloom with grace, part 4

A Kastle Flowershop/Tattoo Parlor AU inspired by this wonderful edit by @frank-kastle ​

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Happy Valentine's day everybody! I thought it was fitting to post this chapter today as thing get pretty serious between Karen and Frank. The flower arrangement are revealed and developpments follow. I really hope you'll like this chapter. It's full of feelings and fluff and hopefully it's not too lyrical or whatever. Enjoy!! <3

Chapter 4 - Melianthus

“Come on let me see.” “No.” “Just let me see like a glimpse of it. You’ve been working on this for weeks. Fuck, I’m dying to know something.” “Don’t be dramatic, Frank. And don’t ask me again.” “Please.” “It has to be a surprise, Frank!” “It’s in my shop, don’t I have a say in it? Why does it have to be a surprise?” “Dramatic effect, that's why.” “That's more my thing though, isn't it? “ “Good thing this surprise flower arrangement is for you, then!” “OK, ok I got it, Karen.” …. “You could at least give me a clue...” “Nope” “Hmpf” She’s laughing when he leaves her shop.

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By the end of the day, the installation is over. All the flowers and pots are settled around the place, looking exactly like she had imagined and designed. Karen stands near the desk, looking around to make sure that everything is perfect, her fingers tapping her lower lips betraying how nervous she is about the reveal. So far, all the shops owners have been satisfied with the arrangements and have asked for her to provide them regularly with more, which makes her think that with the success her shop is having so far and the orders coming in that will have to be made every week, as well as the new clients expected after the showing of her work in all these shops, she is going to have to hire an assistant. Even without the numbers and business side of things, she is proud to see her work ornate all the street with her card and name next to it.

But Frank is special. He is more than just a nice professional neighbor. And she doesn't just know the story of his shop, she knows his story and she knows him. How he likes he coffee, how grumpy he gets when he has an annoying client, how his laugh sounds like when she tells a joke, how he looks when he's tired and how he smirks when he's proud of himself. She knows how his hands feel on her back, and on her skin, how he smells and how he looks when he’s vulnerable.

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The reveal of the flower arrangements makes him emotional. She took over his shop to set it up and it's a complete surprise for him. It's perfect he finds. Just like he knew it would be Nothing too big, several square pots of different sizes, dark flowers with bright white ones. He walks around observing each ornament, admiring the small details and the careful and delicate associations of flowers and leaves. He recognizes a few flowers by name. He's learned a lot about flowers ever since he started watching her work, sometimes asking questions or simply observing her shop. He moves on to the biggest ornament, the one on the coffee table in the sitting area (the other ones were near the counter, at the door or at the window and one near the tattoo chair). He can feel Karen observing his reaction from where she stands.

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She watches him closely as he approaches the coffee table. He's been silent so far but she's learned since meeting him that silence can be talkative. And his current one is one of approval. He likes it. But this arrangement is a bit special, it used all the elements and most of the flowers used in the smaller ornaments but with a special addition. Or three. She studies his expression when he starts looking closely at the big ornament and the slight widening of his eyes tells her the exact moment he spots them.

3 dark peonies.

They are right at the center of the ensemble circled by small white roses. No peonies were used anywhere else in the shop and she can see on his face when he looks up at her that he understands what they stand for. His family. She didn’t want the arrangement to be too dramatic and she really hesitated, thinking she might have gone too far with it. But this parlor is so filled with them, their story and their life. Frank himself is so filled with them that it felt wrong not to include them in her own way.

She smiles a little at him twisting her hand. His eyes go down to her hands, following the movements, before she finally stops. “Karen...”His voice is hoarse, rough, deep and emotional. Raw. “Do you like it?” She lays her hands open flatly on her thighs, trying to contain her breathing because something just shifted between them. There’s a new intensity that she can’t quite define but also doesn’t really want to. And he seems at loss for words suddenly. Which is weird because they’re just flowers. Except they’re not, they’re really not.

And he is standing tall, walking over to where she stands. Slowly as if not to scare her, as if he was letting her the choice to move and break the moment. But she won’t move, she couldn’t move even if she wanted to because his stare is magnetic. And she doesn’t want to. Not at all. She wants this and she’s brave enough to admit it to herself, to let her whole being warm up with how much she wants it.And the determination in his eyes makes her stand up a little straighter, a little taller.

He is in front of her now. His eyes are burning her and she can feel the energy radiating off of him and suddenly his presence is so damn electrifying. She wants to touch him. She wants to explore him. He raises his hands with the same look of determination he had when he walked up to her but once again, he moves slowly. To let her know she can back away if she wants, she can stop this. She smiles at him.

He wraps his hands around hers. Her long and thin hands, peppered with little cuts and scars from working with flowers all day long.

He holds them up to his mouth and kisses them. He takes his time. Kissing lightly over her wrist, over a note written hastily on the inside of her left one. A shopping list of some sort but now, now...now it seems to Karen as if it is some sort of masterpiece because Frank’s lips are on it. Frank’s lips are touching her skin. Lips against ink and skin. Which is fitting for him.

He then kisses his way across her palm, tracing the lines there with his lips before moving on to her fingers. One by one. And onto the other hand. Karen feels...feels like she’s both flying and more grounded than she’s ever been. She feels alive and strong and yet so vulnerable. As if she was standing on a wire that was giving her vital energy but also had the power to bring her down. His touch is light, so light. But the lightest of touch can sometimes ignite the biggest of fires.

When he’s done with her hands, he looks up at her and she feels herself taking a deep breath – has she been holding her breath all this time? - as his eyes explore her face. He’s looking for doubts, he’s looking to see if she want this or not. “He wants to make sure I’m okay with this, that he’s not overstepping” she thinks And she almost laugh at how sweet this is. She sighs instead.

He frowns, tightening his grip on her hand. “Is this okay?” She smiles once again, closing her fingers around his hands as much as she can “Of course it is”

And she almost laugh again at how natural it is to have this silent communication with him. They’re talking through touches and it feels like home.

But Karen wants more than hands in hands and lips on wrists and fingers. She wants hands on waist and hand in hair and lips on lips and lips on neck and tongue on tongue. And more. She wants it all and she decides to get it, letting go of his hand to wrap hers slowly around his neck, feeling him tense up under her, his breath quickening, his eyes darting to her lips. And, as easily and as naturally as she turns her keys everyday into her lock to open the shop that feels like home across the street from him, she kisses him. His lips are warm against her own and softer than she imagined. His hands stay hanging in the air between them before settling on her waist and bringing her closer to him. Lips to lips and chest to chest. Arms around waist and back and shoulder and hands roaming around as they taste each other and deepen their kiss. He hums in her mouth and she holds on tighter, making them almost sway.

His hands leave her waist and she almost, almost, whimpers at the loss of contact. He chuckles against her lips which she takes an indication that she did in fact whimper but she’s stopped in her desire to defend her honor because suddenly his hands are in her hair and her minds finds that it’s much more interesting to just feel rather than think.

He breaks the kiss a few seconds later, leaning his forehead against hers as she wraps her fingers around his wrists, his hands still in her hair on both sides of his face.

“So all it took were a bunch of flowers?” She jokes, “I should have done that earlier.” He laughs, throwing back his head. “Yeah, I’m old fashioned like that. I don’t kiss if I’ve not been given flowers.” She bites her lips “So do I need to bring you flowers everytime I want to kiss you? Or is that just for the first kiss?” “Um I like the first idea but I wouldn’t want you to run out of flowers to sell so let’s just keep this as a one time thing.” She scoffs, “Run out of flowers? You’re so full of yourself” He kisses her forehead instead of replying before trailing his lips down the side of her face and holding her tighter while she rests her hands on his hips. Finally, they kiss again.

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She doesn’t go home with him that night. He doesn’t mind. Because it’s all still a little too much, a little too new and although they clearly both want each other, he wants to take his time. Wants to get used to not being alone anymore. And it seem like Karen wants that too. He kind of needs it if he’s honest. He’s not afraid of much, Frank, but messing up the start of something with Karen? That scares him. He needs a moment. That moment of transition from “I thought I’d never have someone that would be mine again. I thought I was alone for ever.” to “Oh, it’s you, you feel like home. I want to spend every day with you.”

He’s still on a high from kissing her earlier. From the feeling of her hands against his lips and her eyes burning right through him. And her lips against his. And her lips returning his kisses. Karen Page enjoys kissing him. Wants to kiss him. Likes it. Likes him. And it’s enough to make him feel like a teenager again.

His head is clouded with her, so full of her that if anyone were to ask him a question about anything on his way home, be it the weather or a direction, the only thing he could answer would be “Karen” or “Her eyes”, if not “Her hair”. And he doesn’t even care how cheesy that sounds.

Their first night comes a few days later. She is the one taking him to her place and he follows her in silence like a dam puppy because he’d follow her anywhere. And he knew, tight from the moment he walked into her shop that evening by the way she looked at him, that he wasn’t leaving her tonight. That she wanted him with her at all time. And he was too happy to oblige. Too happy to have her in his arms, to explore her. Too happy.

Is there such a thing as being too happy, he wonders. Or is it simply because he had forgotten what love felt like? He had forgotten how it can feel so big, too big for your own body, so big that you feel tiny compared to your own feelings. Tiny compared to the strength of what it is to be with someone.

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The next morning, he draws on her. She’s lying on her stomach in bed and he’s sitting next to her, running his fingers along her spine in abstract patterns that make her skin tingles, before suddenly turning around and getting up to grab his jeans and taking something out of his pocket. Before she can ask, what he is doing, he is back in bed with her, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He stops her question with a kiss and invites her to lay back on her stomach again. His smile, full of excitement and a sort of desire that Karen has never seen in him before, is too irresistible for Karen to even think about saying no to him.

A few seconds later, she gasps at the feeling of a pen brushing her skin. She feels him laughing at her reaction next to her, his chest shaking slightly. He starts tracing lines and she understands what he is doing. He is tattooing her, drawing something at the base of her neck with a black marker. “Do I get a say in what you’re doing there?” “No, you do not.” “Do I get to know what you’re drawing then?” “Nope.”

He's drawing slowly as she questions him and he tells her ridiculous things he might be drawing. She laughs and the pen is tickling her skin. He keeps on pushing her hair out of the way, taking a few seconds each time to run it through his fingers. When he's done, she rushes to stand up to before he can stop her and goes to the bathroom to try and see what he's drawn but it's too high and right on her spine at the base of her neck and she can't make it out. It might be a flower but she can’t see enough of it to be sure. Leaning on the door frame, she asks him again what it is and pouts when he refuses to tell her and even – how dare he - starts laughing at her. She thinks about insisting but, well, she likes seeing him happy, smiling, half naked and relaxed - in her bed! - too much to keep on asking him. She'll ask someone else later on if she has to. She doesn’t mind it anyway and kind of likes having something on her body that's from him. She returns to her bed, kissing his forehead and letting him hold her close and kiss his way around her face.

“A little white rose,” he whispers in her ear between kisses and she holds him tighter pressing her lips to his collarbone, right above his scar. It’s her flower now, she decides.

He doesn’t stop with a flower at the back of her neck. Taking advantage of the day being a Sunday which means no need for either of them to get up and open their shop, no need for either of them to be anywhere but right here in this room together. Tangled up and touching. A few more times, he chooses a spot on her body and draws something that she can't look at. She has to guess what he's drawing, which she never does because the feeling of his hand and his fingers on her skin are a bit too distracting to focus on the lines he is tracing. Not that she isn't conscious of every single one of them when he traces them but she can't form the shape in her head. She already has an intricate and delicate maze, embellished with little white roses once again, on her ankle; a simple cup on the outside of her right elbow; two hands holding on the back of her left knee. Frank Castle can be corny as hell when he is in the mood.

At the moment, he is tracing something on her ribs, right below her right breast. His hands are warm on her stomach and she is playing with his hair. She tries to be sneaky and to look at what he's doing, tries to catch a glimpse but it only leads to him covering whatever he's drawing with his hand and threatening to stop and let her with an unfinished drawing “Is that what you want, uh? To go outside with a half of whatever it is I’m drawing down there? Looking ridiculous?” She laughs and slaps the top of his hand gently, “It's on my ribs Frank, no one but you and me are going to see it” “I should hope so,” He scoffs.

After a few seconds of staring into her eyes, when he's satisfied that she won't look down again, he returns to his drawing. She stays silent for a while, simply enjoying the quiet and the softness of this moment when she hears him mutters something . “What did you say?” she whispers. She doesn’t know why she is suddenly whispering but it seems fitting all of a sudden. “That you could never look ridiculous whatever you were wearing or whatever was on your skin.” She stays silent, hands hovering in the air above his shoulder, eyes wide and eyebrows rising. He looks up at her “Shit, that was cheesy,” he laughs. “It's okay, I liked it” She caresses his shoulder. “Good, cause it's true.” “Are you done soon?” “Impatient, are we?” And his smile is just a tiny bit smug but, damn, she likes it. “To kiss you, yeah.” “Who says you can't kiss me?” He looks almost offended at the thought. “Your face is near my ribs and you won't move because you're apparently reproducing the Sistine Chapel ceiling over there so it's not the best situation for kissing you,” she declares very matter-of-fact. “Well, you'll have to be patient then,” and he marks the end of his sentence by dropping a kiss underneath her left ribs. She kicks him in the shoulder.

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The next Sunday, they're standing in Frank’s kitchen, having breakfast after she had spent the night at his place. Karen is sitting on one of his stool as he leans on the counter to her side, picking at food on his plate.

They had met the evening before after his group session with Curtis and the other veterans – he didn’t go there as often as he used to these days, but he still felt the need when he was overwhelmed. He loved what he had with Karen and he would never regret it but it was a lot to take in, he had never planned on being with another woman than Maria and he was suddenly seriously seeing a future for himself rather than a day to day life. Which was scary in a way he hadn’t expected it to be. Karen hadn’t seem to mind when he told her he wanted to go to group and she had simply smiled at him and said that she would come and pick him up afterwards. He didn't contribute much to the group that evening, mostly sat there and listened. Talked a bit with Curtis. That helped him. Grounded him.

Instead of going to their usual dinner, he had brought her home to cook for her. Not one to sit around while people were doing things for her, Karen had insisted on helping him prepare the meals and had become his cooking assistant for the night. She was taking her role really seriously, making sure that everything was well cut and cooked before allowing him to kiss her, washing everything thoroughly because “You don’t joke with hygiene, Frank, you should know that as a tattoo artist!”

Seeing her now, sitting with her hair up in a messy bun, wearing an old t-shirt, simply having her in his personal and private space feels like the beginning of something so wonderful. It was new and made his heart beat faster but he also admires how easily and naturally she fits into his world. She seems like she belongs here in his kitchen, facing the pictures of Maria and the kids, even smiling at them when he explains when they were taken. Nothing about this feels wrong and he has to remind himself that it is real and not another one of his early morning dreams that turn into nightmares.

Karen is real. Karen is here. Karen is staying. She is alive and with him, here for him. The second chance at happiness he was never supposed to have and had anyway. It doesn’t matter if he deserves it or not in the end. All that matter is how they make each other feel. Which, if last night is any indication, is good, really good.

He can sense the shift in her mood by the way her eyes suddenly flickers all around his face and her hand puts the toast back in her plate before she bites into it. She opens her mouth to start speaking before closing it again. Reaching out for her hand, he caresses her knuckles with his thumb, letting her know that he will listen to whatever it is that she has to say. She asks him slowly and he can see that she is a bit nervous because this is so important to her.

“I was thinking...Since I met Curtis a few times now that you could meet one of my friend? His name is Foggy. He’s a lawyer I met when I first arrived to NY. We lived in the same building and became quickly friends . I also became friend with his business partner Matt. They're the first people I really met in NY and Foggy basically feels like family now. He's funny and sweet and good, better than he thinks,” she says, and she’s rambling a little which is adorable, “and Matt is working abroad right now for a NGO but Foggy still lives in NY so I thought it could be nice to have a drink all together? What do you think?”

The simple way her eyes light up when he talks about her friends, especially Foggy, tells Frank all he needs to know for now and he makes his decision quickly. “If you want me to meet him, I'll meet him. He sounds like a good guy.“ “He's the best.“ She reaches for his arm and squeezes it, smiling widely at him. He leans and kisses her forehead.

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She calls Foggy later to schedule a meeting and they agree to meet up at a bar on the next Tuesday. He is happy to get a call from her and apologizes for not calling her as often as he should. She doesn't care, she knows he's busy and he sounds delighted when she proposes to meet for a drink and she can feel him almost exploding with curiosity when she mentions that she will bring someone with her, someone important that she wants him to meet. He laughs at that. “Weren't you supposed to focus on your carreer and yourself, Miss Page?” “Yeah, well sometimes life has unexpected plans for you.” “Clearly! I cant’ wait to meet him!” “Good” She smile seven if he can’t see her because she knows he is being honest. Always has been. “Do I get any info about the guy or do I have to make guesses?”

She can hear his excitement and curiosity on the other side of the phone but she doesn't want to give him too many details. She knows that grumpy vet who owns a tattoo parlor and does boxing competitions isn't really going to reassure her friend. She wants him to see Frank for what he really is, to see him with her.

“You can try but I think it’s better if you just meet him rather than me talking about him, I think.”she explains “Hmm, should I be worried about that? Is he the kind I wouldn’t usually like?” he asks with a hint of worry in his voice. She is quick to reassure him, “No, nothing bad, don’t worry. i'm enough of a grown up to make the right choice when it coems to the people I take into my life. He’s just too much for me to reduce him into a few sentences over the phone.” “Too much...” She shrugs even if he can’t see her because she doesn’t know how to say it otherwise. “Yeah too much.”

There’s a short silence at the end of the line “Of what?” “Of himself.” “Yeah...Are you getting cryptic like Matt? You know it’s hard enough for me to handle him, please don’t make me have two cryptic friends, please Karen.” She laughs wholeheartedly because he’s right, Matt can be cryptic as hell sometimes. “It’s nothing like that Foggy. Listen he’s...he’s unique, okay?” “You’re really into him, aren’t you? I can tell this is serious.” The worry is gone from his voice now and in its place there’s only warmth. Good old Foggy. “Yeah, yeah I think it is.”

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Here’s my reveal for the @tddkexchange for @ryanismynamee. Looks like you got 2 gifts for this??? So heyo hope you had a super great Holiday season! Also hope you like extra cheese because this. is literally just cheesy domestic fluff because I can.

Title: Ornaments

Words: ~2,694

Prompt: Cute Domestic Fluff

Summary: It’s their first Christmas together... Sort of.

A dense, gray worm of putty lines the rail of the living room window, an absolute eyesore, and the current bane of Shouto’s existence.

It’s one of many vexing issues inherited from the previous owner, and though Izuku had successfully propped the window ajar most of the summer without fracturing the wood, neither of them had been able to fully scrape the clay away without incidence. Air whistles through the newly formed cracks in the glaze now, singing Shouto to consciousness, concentrated breaths of winter blowing along the fringe of his bangs and tickling his nose.  

It is the scream of a siren, ultimately though, that creeps in with the cold and startles a part of him to wakening, and Shouto comes to the sensation of a weight already settled against his lower torso.

Soft, a voice in the back of his head needles to the forefront. Disturbingly, the timbre sounds still like his father’s. Sharp, accusatory. Frowning, he wonders if the old man’s voice is a permanent fixture, tattooed somewhere in his mind that cannot be erased or scarred over. You’re going soft.

The panic is distinctly his own.

The book, he remembers reading--had every intention to read when he settled up against the alcove wall by the window that afternoon--lays flattened against his chest. Shouto hears the paper crinkle with each breath he inhales, slightly shaky and quieted with force, and the other weight shifts until something round, yet decidedly pointed, pinches at Shouto’s ribcage.

“Sorry,” it says after he makes a few inaudible groans, flicking his wrist in a silent plea to move. Shouto let’s his hand fall limply, nerves plummeting in the wake of the familiar voice. The cheek under Shouto’s fingers feels cold still from the outside. He wills the temperature of his left side to rise, Izuku humming appreciatively as his own hand encircles Shouto’s. He doesn’t wait for Shouto’s eyes to fully stay open now that he’s shown signs of being awake, regaling him with anecdotes of his evening.

Izuku takes a deep breath, “And you can buy pellets or carrots and feed them.” Shouto nods along, eyes just barely supporting his upper lids, his fingers swirling around strands of green hair. Izuku leans in further, slumping over the bay window seat, nose just about aligned to the spine of the forgotten book, using Shouto’s stomach for his own cushion.

Izuku has yet to shed his jacket, though his shoes have been dispersed about the room, like bread crumbs to the door. A tall package levies against the frame of the living room entrance. It must have been a ruckus, carrying something that hefty through the house and Shouto feels worry pinch his nerves again. Have his defenses waned so quickly, so ineffectively since Yuuei--since Izuku-- that he no longer hears footsteps in his sleep?

Another bout of sirens sound off in the distance. Red lights bounce on the fog culminating outside. His ears ping for any static on the Hero Scanner, but all that echoes back is the sound of their own breathing. It must be a controlled civilian matter, he reasons, but his fingers twitch anxiously.

Izuku tugs on them, kissing the pads affectionately one by one. “Traffic accident,” he says without needing Shouto to voice his concerns. A siren light catches in his eyes and Shouto subdues his amusement; Izuku looks as if he’s captured a glint of Christmas for a brief moment. “Ochako’s clearing it now.” After a beat he adds, “No injuries.”

“Mm,” Shouto nods. The knowledge leaves him more sedated, drowsiness creeping back over his eyelids. “S’good to hear.”

“Don’t go back to sleep,” Izuku whines. Through half drawn eyes, Shouto watches him pluck the book off his chest, dog earring the page that had already been wrinkled by his chest, and drops it on the cushion by Shouto’s right arm. Izuku's jacket rustles and thunks to the floor. He looms over Shouto, tugging gently on his arms. It’s heartwarming. More than it should be, he thinks. But for someone who’s light workout days include bench pressing haul trucks, Izuku always takes conscious care when handling others, when handling Shouto.

He lets himself be pulled into a sitting position, but slumps forward into Izuku’s chest. His arms fall limply around the other’s waist and Shouto murmurs a sleepy, half joking, “Night,” as he noses under the collar of Izuku’s hoodie.

“Come on,” Izuku gives another half hearted whine, but Shouto can still feel the shiver he fails to suppress. “I got the tree. You promised, Shouto...”

Shouto thinks of the giant box in the entryway, of Izuku’s stray shopping mall tales. Yesterday’s half asleep promise comes back to him, about plastic trees and decorations, and he gives a faux dramatic huff.

Izuku nudges his chin with light, scarred fingers, pulls Shouto from the warmth of his collar, and leaves a few chaste kisses to his lips. Shouto can feel the cricks in his neck, souvenirs of his stray nap.

“Come on,” Izuku pleads again, lips turning upwards. Shouto’s raise to match as he leans in again, pressing their lips for a second longer. “It’s our first Christmas together,” Izuku breathes in to his mouth, pulls him closer with a world ending kind of kiss. Shouto almost forgets himself in it; the world, windows that don’t work, trees, Christmas.

“It’s our sixth,” Shouto corrects him. His hands have found their way to Izuku’s face, palms resting over the swell of his beloved’s cheeks when he grins back at Shouto, lovingly, adoringly. Shouto barely has to tug, barely curl his fingers a centimeter before Izuku succumbs to his silent request for another kiss.

“Married.” He emphasizes the word with a peppering of his lips, to the side of Shouto’s mouth, the curve of a dimple, the tip of his nose.  Izuku’s eyes gleam, living emeralds in the dark of their dwelling. “We’re married, Shouto.”

Almost a year, Shouto nearly volleys back, but Izuku looks as excited as if it were the same night they took their vows. The excitement catches like a match, sets a warmth in his chest that his own quirk cannot replicate, and Shouto feels his body tingle the same way it had that night with nerves, and a happiness he hadn’t quite expected.

“Oh,” he says instead, blinking lazily. “I’ll stay awake.” His voice still crackles with sleep, but he rubs the corner of his eyes with the heel of his palms.

Izuku glows. He leaves with a quick peck to Shouto’s cheek, “I’ll get the decorations.”  

Without Izuku, the alcove feels cold again. Beside him the window shutters, wind knocking against the single pane like a distressed visitor. Several cars blear down the street, casting shadows on the wall. Izuku finally returns with several boxes in hand, using the edge of one to swipe on the living room lights. Shouto hisses at the unexpected sting, shielding his eyes in the crook of his elbow.

“Sorry,” Izuku says, absently. He listens to the jingle of ornaments as his husband kicks the boxes around, setting into work with a flurry of mutterings and ripping cardboard. By the time Shouto’s eyes adjust to the light, Izuku has just placed the last piece of their new fake tree into its slot, hands working to shape the artificial pines into a fuller image. Shouto’s heart beams watching the man, reverent and focused.

December brings life to Izuku in more ways than just a healthy flush to his cheeks. He loves Christmas in the same vein as Western children do, has ever since an interview with All Might aired where the man admitted he celebrated the holiday. His mother had encouraged it, and Shouto had felt overwhelmed the first time they’d invited him to Christmas dinner when they’d started dating, showered him in thoughtful gifts and cheer.

Shouto pads across the room, slumping into the couch closer by. Izuku hands him a candle from one of his shopping bags and Shouto wills a single flame to the tip of one of his fingers. The wick sets off with a small crackle, and Shouto takes it from his husband’s hand to set it on the coffee table. “Forest fantasy,” Izuku tells him.  

“Smells nice,” Shouto says.  

Izuku hums, “Lady at the mall suggested it.” Shouto turns to catch the hook of a frown on Izuku’s lips. “It’s not really the same, but I thought… I thought it was close enough.”

Shouto’s no longer sure if he’s talking to him or at the tree, but he nods anyway. His eyes drift back to the candle, the tiny flicker working over a pool of slowly melting wax, splashing the scent of pine about the living room. He knows for Izuku that close enough is not exactly the same, and Shouto feels a small clench in his chest. A plastic tree had been their compromise this year, his own idea. Easier to care for, less likely to dry out and burn if they were careless, if they couldn’t come home. In their line of work, there were no promises of tomorrow.

With an exclamation of ‘aha!’ the lights flicker on in Shouto’s peripheral. Warm, crooked fingers lace through the white of his hair and Shouto stares back up at his husband’s soft face, though the other’s eyes are on his handiwork, admiringly.

“Still awake,” Shouto says, automatically. Izuku breathes a laugh, like the sort he puffs against Shouto’s lip between kisses and, oh, he loves the sound of it more than music.  

“I got some extra lights, too. They were half off,” Izuku adds. “We could string them around the tree. I think it’d look nice. Extra lights. Hide all the, uh, empty space and… uh, wiry branches.” Izuku’s fingers absently scrunch through his hair and Shouto leans into the touch. His thumb rubs short, soothing circles into his scalp and Shouto thinks he could just about purr, or fall into another nap. But he promised.

“Do you want me to start on the ornaments?”

“Would you?” Shouto almost regrets bringing it up when Izuku retracts his fingers to grab for his bag of extra lights across the room.

Shouto hoists himself up from the couch, limbs protesting all the way to the floor. He kneels before the boxes marked ‘XMas Decorations’ in Izuku’s messy scrawl and runs the index finger of his left hand over the packing tape, polypropylene giving way easily under the right pressure of heat. He catches Izuku watching him from the tree now where he’s draping lights over branches. His green eyes gleam with wonder, as if he’s thrilled to learn another trick from Shouto’s quirk. Likely, he is.

The boxes take barely any time to open like this and Shouto takes to laying the ornaments out on the floor, uncrumpling them from their tissue paper prisons. His eyes hover over each of them, quietly arranging their place on the tree in his mind’s eye. In six years he has memorized the story behind each one, watching Izuku excitedly recount them every year as he placed them on the tree. Family vacations, stories of All Might, of the friend’s who had gifted them; Shouto knows them all.

He reaches for the bulkiest ceramic likeness of his former teacher, a rather defined image of All Might in his prime. A classic. Izuku’s first ever, and favorite, ornament. A gift from his mother from their first celebrated Christmas together. It is always, always, always front and center--

Izuku’s hand comes down to brush over his own, thwarting him from grabbing at the figurine. Shouto is momentarily transfixed by the way candlelight refracts and shimmers about the ring of gold on his finger there.

“Hold on! I-I almost forgot,” Izuku murmurs. His right hand moves through his dark curls, a dusting of pink highlighting above his cheek bones. Adorable. Shouto is still as every bit charmed by this man now as he was six years ago in the simplest of ways. “I got something for you. For us, kind of…”

There’s a tingling sensation that lights up the nerves in his chest as Izuku pads back across the room to his supply of forgotten bags. He returns with a fairly large sized one that looks almost emptied save for the slight sag to the side where something weighs it down to a corner.

“I figured it could be like a… a tradition of ours, maybe? If you want to, that is! I think its normal for families--I mean, one’s who decorate at least. Like once a year we can go out and get one together. Well I got it this year, so maybe you can do it next time?” Izuku regards the bag, his voice slowly turning to gibberish as his free hand covers the underside of his chin. Shouto feels the breath of a laugh leave his lungs.

“Izuku,” he tries to no avail.

“Izuku,” he attempts again. His spouse seems to acknowledge the sound of his name, head tilting just barely a few centimeters towards the source, but it doesn’t quite cut off the stream of consciousness that has led to Izuku’s personal debate on if themes are important or unnecessary.

“Can I see it?” Shouto finally asks, lightly huffing.

Izuku laughs, finally pulled from his reveries and relinquishes the present into Shouto’s awaiting hands. It’s even lighter than he suspects. He reaches into the bag, ever aware of Izuku’s intense stare on his face, and pulls out a wad of tissue paper.

“I got it custom,” Izuku explains as Shouto peels the first layer of tape and paper away. His hands come up to rest on his face, but Shouto has already seen the plume of red surfacing there. “And-And I know you like cats so I…I thought you’d like it. I know it’s cheesy, but I couldn’t resist.”

Shouto divides his attention between his husband’s prattle and the gift in his hands, catching Izuku’s excitement once more somewhere in his own chest.

He exposes a tiny, clay cat ear first, followed by it’s head. Shouto wastes no time in undressing the ornament from there, using a delicate hold to the clay neck as leverage while tugging the paper away from it and reveals the second cat, it’s mirror image on the right. Shouto holds the figure up to his eyes, fingers poking through the thread looped about the center and letting the ornament sway to rest against the tilt of his palm with a nice weight. His breath hitches a moment.

It’s a fairly rustic looking ornament, a deep gray and very little frill to it but it leaves a vibrant impression on him. The cats are full figured, sitting back to back with their heads tilted towards one another, and he finds them just endearing enough to look at, but they do not cause the swell in his chest. Between them, their tails intertwine, up and around, until they shape a little heart filled with an ivory plating. In the center of the heart, engraved with ornate cursive, is both of their names and the message 'Our First Christmas'.

“You were right,” Shouto says with a short laugh. “It’s very cheesy.”

"I was-- I was thinking," Izuku says, looking bashfully at Shouto through his fingers, "we could put it at the center this year. If-If you want to, I mean!"

It is odd, Shouto finds, to be completely at peace with the idea that his heart could just burst, it feels so overwhelmingly full.

"Yeah," he finally manages, "I would like that."

Izuku visibly relaxes, lights dancing in the highlights of his dark hair. The urge to kiss him thrums in Shouto's veins as second nature to him now as fire. He is mindful of the land mine of ceramics and delicate baubles between them as he leans forward. Izuku meets him, as always, halfway across the divide.

Soft, he muses, but this time tonight when he thinks it, the voice is his own and the connotation light, bubbly. Just the way he feels when his hands are in Izuku’s hair, when he tastes his husband’s smile on his own lips.

[frywen-babbles]

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(Original questions authored by @cavern-of-bells , thank her!)

Tagged by @belxsar , thank you for the tag!

1. What kind of food can’t you stand?: I’m with you @belxsar , eggplant is horrible. It tastes too bitter, as does zucchini. Overcooked bell peppers are also disgusting.

2. If you could choose one minor inconvenience to never have to deal with again, what would you pick?: Packing. I’d love if everything important just packed itself without having to worry about fitting everything in and stressing about forgetting something important. I hate packing.  

3. Have you got any useless talents?: I don’t think my talents are useless, but I think lots of people think my profession is useless.  

4. If you could be really really good at one thing, what would it be?: Time management.  

5. Name a few people you think are extremely good-looking: Otome men?

6. What was your favorite way to pass the time as a kid?: Reading. I was obsessed, I could read several books per day if I just had the time.  

7. What is something you’re proud of?: My kids.  

8. What’s one character flaw in people that you just can’t tolerate?: Bigotry. In all of its forms, whether it’s terfs, racists, homophobes or neo-nazis.

9. Do you consider yourself to be more of a leader or a follower?: A follower. I only take the lead if no-one else will.

10. What kind of student are/were you?: A decent one? I tried to do my homework on time and had decent grades.  

11. Butterfly effect question! Has there ever been a seemingly minor decision you’ve made (at the time) that ended up having a profound influence on your life?: Yes. I went to watch Oscars with some friends and ended up falling in love.

12. Name your most irrational fear/aversion: Like funny irrational or terrifying irrational? I’m scared to put my hands over railings if I’m holding something on my hands or if I have rings because I’m sure I’ll drop everything.

13. Are there any fictional characters you find especially relatable?: From SLBP I find Mitsunari really relatable. I just try to appear nice and hide my tsun.

14. If you drink, what kind of drunk are you? Alternatively, what sort of person are you at parties?: I’m a sociable drunk. I’m one of those introverts that turn into extroverts when they drink. If I can’t drink myself nice, I usually sit in a corner, avoid loud music and prefer talking to 2-3 people.  

15. Do you fall in love easily? Or does it usually take a long time for you to trust someone?: I have crushes fairly easily, but I’ve fallen in love head over heels just once. Usually, it takes longer time, but I guess that one time was special?

16. Would you rather have one close friend or 100 casual friends?: One close friend. I’m too introverted to have a large social circle, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy talking to lots of people.  

17. Do you consider yourself to be more of a slob or a neat-freak?: I’m both. I’m a horrible slob who likes to keep all closets and drawers neat.  

18. Describe a place (imaginary or real) that you would find incredibly cozy: The Shire from Lord of the Rings.

19. Do you have kids? If not, do you want them someday?: I have just the perfect amount of kids.  

20. What was your favorite book as a child?: I don’t remember what was my absolute favourite, but the book that I loved and what had most impact me as a person must have been Dealing With Dragons and the entire Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede.  

21. Name one thing you just don’t get what all the hype is about: Game of Thrones and other overly violent and dark fantasy series. Give me back Buffy or The Legend of the Seeker or Xena. I had nightmares for a month when I tried to watch GoT.  

22. Name one thing that you think is tragically underrated: Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse -series. It’s hilarious and filled with weird pop culture references.

23. If you had to be glued to a person for a month, real or fictional (who you have never met), who would you choose?: It doesn’t matter, I would SUFFER no matter who it was (and probably the other party would too, I’m a really nasty person when I’ve had too much socialising). I can’t even stand hubby for a month.  

24. What’s something you’d like the chance to do someday?: Travel more.  

25. Do you typically speak your mind when you have a controversial opinion? Or do generally prefer to not rock the boat?: I just loathe silently (but probably not discreetly) everyone around me.

26. What’s the dumbest fad you’ve been caught up in?: All the fads I’ve been caught up in were awesome, I have no regrets <3

27. What’s something you thought was cool as a kid/adolescent, but now cringe at yourself for?: Sexist jokes.  

28. What’s a trait you consider to be very admirable?: A passion to want something to happen so much you’re willing to put everything else aside. Like a passion to organise cons. It takes a huge amount of energy and time and still some people do it over and over again without any pay, just because they want other people to be able to enjoy themselves.

29. Is there a particular kind of item people always tend to give you as gifts? (For instance, people always get you things with ducks on them because you like ducks, etc.): I get things with cats on them a lot, I think?

30. Do you speak multiple languages? Which ones?: My mother tongue and English. I barely survive shopping in Swedish and know very little Spanish, Japanese and German.  

31. Would you rather live in the big city or the countryside?: Big city, the countryside is awful, everyone knows each other. And all the gossip. Nope.  

32. Has there ever been something you were certain you’d hate, but ended up loving?: Winx club. But I didn’t think I’d hate it, just that it wouldn’t be interesting. I teased hubby when he watched it but ended up being totally addicted instead.  

33. Do you mind being the center of attention, or do you prefer the spotlight to be on someone else?: I love being at the centre of the attention but at the same time, I’m terrified of it.

34. Favorite holiday?: Christmas.  

35. Are you a more go-with-the-flow type of person, or do you need to have things planned meticulously?: I need plans. I hate surprises. Depending on my anxiety level, I need anything from two days to an hour to prepare for small things.  

36. Is there something you loved so much you wish you could forget it and experience it all over again? (A tv show, book, series–anything.) : The Lord of the Rings hype when the movies came out. It was awesome, I loved every minute of it.  

37. What hobbies do you have?: Writing and playing otome games.  

38. If you could have a superpower, but it was only mildly useful, what ability would you want to have?: I’d like to keep house plants alive. Or have birds poop on nasty people.  

39. Something people are always surprised to learn about you: IRL people are surprised when I tell I play otome games. Some people find my profession surprising as well as if being a geek and beauty care are somehow exclusionary.

40. Something that took you way too long to figure out: That my body is good enough as it is. Somehow it needed +20kg to realise I wasn’t as fat as I thought I was.  

41. Worst injury you’ve had?: Tearing ligaments in my ankle. Twice.  

42. Any morbid fascinations?: Like everything? For example, I love songs that are supposed to be nice and calm but instead are about death and misery, like some lullabies and Christmas songs.

43. Describe your sense of humor: Sarcastic and pretty dry. But I also laugh at the stupidest memes.

44. If you had to be born in another era/place, which would you choose?: Good olden days suck. It doesn’t matter, I’d probably be dead anyway.  

45. Something you are irredeemably bad at: Time management.  

46. Something that sucked but you’re glad you went through: Pregnancy. It majorly sucked both times, but it was still worth it. Every other shit that I’ve gone through I could have lived without. It’s not true that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. What doesn’t kill you may irreparably break and damage you and you might never be over some shit, no matter how hard you tell yourself that you are.

47. Would you rather have a really godawful ugly tattoo in a place that is only slightly inconvenient to conceal with clothing (upper arm, thigh, etc.), or the coolest, most beautiful tattoo ever in the middle of your face? (Neither tattoo can be removed or concealed with makeup, and the ugly tattoo will deeply offend anyone who sees it.): Facial tattoo.  

48. Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist?: Optimist, I think. I force myself to have an absolute faith that everything will work out, otherwise, I’d be an anxious mess incapable of doing anything.  

49. What would be the most flattering compliment someone could give you?: That they loved my writing. Or that I made them have feels and now they hate me ^^

50. Something you feel people often misunderstand about you: That I actually usually want to talk to them even if I seem standoffish or cold. I’m just not that good at talking to people I don’t know.  

Tagging @minnimay17 @i-dont-look-good-i-look-great @wonky-glass-ornament @thedaydreamingotaku @suzunesays