#pinecone being serious

[just-a-pinecone]

hot take everyone, penelope scott is pretty damn right about the government of the usa in born2run and american healthcare

and in the back of my mind as i see “vote for the lesser of two evils” i wonder, why the actual fuck do we still let this shit happen?

[t-lostinworlds]

there’s this very touching scene between lucas and max in S04E06 right, in the forest, and i just realized how lucas is holding a pinecone the entire time and i can’t stop giggling at it now 😭

[lovezbrownies]

Nia with a weird reader who likes naming pinecones after people they like (shes not one of them)

Unfaithful rat bastard. (Yandere Queen x GN!Reader.)

Nia's Masterlist - General Masterlist

Synopsis: You cheat on your Queen, your wife. With pinecones.a

Nia Bloodwen x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Nia's usual dramatics!

You sat cross-legged in the royal garden, eyes narrowed as you carefully examined the pinecones spread out in front of you. Each one had been named after someone important, someone you actually liked. With a sigh, you picked up a particularly symmetrical one and gave it a once-over.

"Maybe… Aria," you muttered to yourself.

"Aria?!" Nia’s voice rang out, startling you and causing the pinecone to slip from your hands. You gritted your teeth and looked up, seeing her marching toward you with all the grace and drama of a queen who knew exactly how to make an entrance.

She stood over you, hands on her hips, eyes wide with mock indignation. “Did I hear that right? You named that pinecone after Aria?”

Suppressing a groan, you kept your voice level. “Yes, Aria. Because I like her.”

“And yet…” Nia's voice took on a wounded, exaggerated tone. “I see no pinecone in this pile named after me—your beloved queen?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “That’s because you don’t have one.”

Her gasp was loud and dramatic, as if you’d just told her the kingdom had fallen. “No pinecone?! None for me? Not one, even after all the affection I’ve lavished on you?”

You stared at her blankly, half-expecting her to laugh and admit she was joking, but of course, this was Nia. She was dead serious—or at least, serious in the way only she could be, with theatrical flair and a whole lot of misplaced priorities.

“Nia,” you said, your patience wearing thin, “not everything revolves around you. Pinecones are special. I name them after people I actually like.”

“I’m your wife! How am I not on that list?” Nia flopped dramatically onto the grass beside you, throwing her arms over her face as though she were about to faint from the sheer tragedy of being left out. “How can you sit here and name these after everyone else? Aria of all people? I give you everything, and this is how you repay me?”

You shot her an exasperated look, more than used to her dramatics by now. “Nia, it’s not that deep. They’re pinecones.”

“But to you, they mean something! You name them after people you care about! I’m the queen—you should care about me the most!” She flung an arm out, her voice rising as if she was delivering some grand speech to the kingdom. “I’m devastated! Utterly heartbroken!”

You rolled your eyes, brushing some dirt off your hands. “You’re the queen, Nia. I think you’ll survive.”

She peeked at you from between her fingers, eyes wide and imploring. “But it hurts, my love. You don’t even know how much I’ve suffered without my pinecone!”

“Nia,” you snapped, rubbing your forehead, “it’s a stupid pinecone! Why do you even care?”

She gasped again, her voice cracking with false anguish. “How could you say that? It’s not stupid if it means something to you! And if it means something to you, it should mean something to me! I just want to be part of this little… tradition of yours.”

You stood up, shaking the dirt from your pants as you glared down at her. “Well, too bad. I haven’t found a pinecone that reminds me of you. And honestly? I don’t think I will.”

Nia sat up, blinking at you in genuine surprise for a moment. Then, in typical fashion, she shrugged it off, standing up and brushing imaginary dirt from her gown. “Well, I suppose you just haven’t found a pinecone worthy of me yet.”

You huffed in frustration. “Or maybe I just don’t think you deserve one.”

Nia’s lips curled into a smile, and she stepped closer, her voice soft and teasing. “Oh, I see how it is. You’re just playing hard to get, aren’t you, darling?”

“Hard to—?” You groaned and turned away, thoroughly done with the conversation. “Forget it. I’m done talking about this.”

But Nia followed after you, clearly not ready to let go of the topic just yet. “Don’t worry, my love,” she said, her tone impossibly sweet. “I’ll be patient. When you finally find the perfect pinecone for me, I’ll cherish it forever.”

You grumbled under your breath as you stomped off. Nia was impossible, utterly impossible. But deep down, you knew she wouldn’t stop until she had that pinecone.

And you were completely right. Seeing how your side of your shared bed is covered in spiky pinecones, “I ordered a shipment of pinecones, search and find one best for your darling wife! Oh how romantic!” Nia giggles, kicking her feet in excitement as you, exasperated, sort through the pinecones only for her.

[system-to-the-madness]

Classroom Confessions - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) AU: post!timeskip Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 280 Warnings: none Summary: You help Suga clean up the classroom Prompts: acorn, chestnut, pinecone A/N: I’m in love with Suga. I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m in love with this character. If I could, I’d marry the shit out of him

After hours of sitting on the small chair that had been assigned to you, you felt like it was almost a relief to be sweeping the floor of the elementary school classroom. The children had done most of the cleaning up already but wanting the room to be in top condition for their Monday class, you had offered to sweep out the last dust and traces of their crafting projects; scraps of paper mostly.

“Thank you so much, you really didn’t have to help clean up,” a familiar voice behind you spoke, making you look up from where you had just gathered everything you had swept up in a neat pile.

“You’re welcome, thank you for inviting me,” you smiled and turned around to your former classmate Sugawara.

“I was surprised you actually came,” he admitted, running a hand through his adorably disheveled silver hair, before he grabbed a hand broom and walked over to you, crouching down and sweeping up the paper and dust you had gathered.

“I got invited, so I figured it was the polite thing to do,” you told him, making use of the moment to take in his appearance once more.

His hair was longer than it had been during his school time, but not unkempt. Instead, it looked soft and fluffy, just like the dark green sweater he was dressed in. During your school time you had been close, really close, but with university and the stress of entering a job, you had lost contact for a few years, until you had bumped into him again recently.

It had hardly surprised you, that the attraction you had felt towards him during school was still there, and he had hardly changed. He was still the responsible, caring friend you knew, but at the same time as sassy and chaotic as ever.

One thing that had changed though was that he had grown more confident, and after meeting with him and a few other friends from school, he asked you to go out with him. It was nothing official yet, only the declaration between the two of you that you both wanted to try what a relationship might be like, limited to dates over coffee or ramen and shy handholding.

Both of you were busy with your jobs though, so when he had invited you to the event at his school, you had agreed to join immediately, knowing it gave you a good excuse to spend time with him while watching him in his workplace and interact with the students he taught. And it would have been an understatement to claim watching him treat them so sweetly, taking them serious but not being harsh with them, instead curious and funny, it made your heart swoon even more for the young elementary school teacher.

“The kids were really excited for you to join,” Suga agreed, getting up from the floor and discarding the last dirt in the bin. “And so was I.”

He shot you one of his bright smiles as he put the brooms away.

“I really had fun,” you told him, leaning against one of the small tables. “It was nice, doing some crafting again. I liked the idea.”

“To have children and parents craft together?”

“That too, but also the little figures?” You turned around and lifted up one you had made. “First going out and searching for the acorns and chestnuts and pinecones, and then making these little figures out of it? That’s a really adorable idea.”

Suga smiled thoughtfully, walking over to one of the tables where he had prepared two cups of leftover tea.

“I wanted to do something that fit the season and gave the parents a reason to spend time with their children,” he explained, handing you one of the cups and leaning against a table opposite you. His smile faded away and instead was replaced by thoughtfulness. “Some of the children said, their parents barely have time for them, and it made them sad that they couldn’t play together like in the story we read in class.”

“So, you created an opportunity for that?”

Suga nodded, taking a sip of the black tea. “Hm, I’m really glad every child had at least one parent who made time for them.”

“And they made some really cute figures,” you laughed, remembering the attempts of the students to stick woolly yarn on the heads of their figures and draw faces on the roundish, smooth surface.

“Oh, now that you mention it,” Suga pushed away from the table again and walked over to his desk. “I received a gift.”

Curiously you watched as he carefully pulled something out of a drawer, placed it on his palm and came walking back over to you.

“What is it,” you asked, tilting your head. It seemed like two of the pinecone- figurines, and as Suga came closer, you realized one had silver yarn stuck to its head and the other a yarn that seemed to try to imitate your own hair colour.

“It’s us,” Suga grinned, holding the figures out for you to study more closely. In fact, it seemed like their hands had been glued together, making it look as if they were holding hands.

“Did you tell them we were dating,” you asked amused, taking in the details of the figures. The one that represented Suga had some dark green felt stuck over its body, mimicking his pullover while your figure was dressed in bright orange.

“I didn’t… I might have mentioned you a few times though,” he admitted.

When you looked up at him, he had the softest smile on his face looking at the figures.

“A few times,” you asked amused, knowing if he said ‘a few times’ he probably hadn’t shut up about you. You had already suspected as much, considering how much the children had known about you before you had even stepped foot into the classroom.

Suga hummed, not really reacting to your teasing, instead his soft smile turning cocky as he said: “One of the mothers asked when we’re getting married.”

You sputtered at that, quickly averting your eyes as heat rose in your cheeks. Suga had known exactly what his statement would do to you and took delight in your reaction.

“We’re barely dating,” you told him, trying hard to regain your composure, still unable to meet his eyes, the idea of marrying Suga suddenly making hot butterflies dance in your stomach.

You heard Suga put down the figurines he had been holding, and a moment later he was standing in front of you, caging you against the table with both of his hands on either side leaning against the table.

“Well, maybe we should make it official,” he whispered against your ear, his voice low, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness that swung alongside his suggestion.

Turning your head, finally looking at him again, you found his dark eyes watching you carefully. There was still a hint of cockiness and playfulness left, but it was obvious how hard he tried to keep up the façade over the fear of rejection. For a moment you just studied him, his beautiful dark eyes, the faint freckles over his nose, the dark hair on his jaw where he had shaved just this morning, the soft bow of his lips.

Yeah, you thought to yourself, you most certainly wouldn’t mind making it official. The only reason you hadn’t asked him yet was because you hadn’t been certain whether he was certain. So instead of giving him a verbal answer, you just smiled at him shortly before leaning in and closing the gap between your lips.

[tjwritesfanfics]

Universe Twelve *King Knight*

Pairing: Thorn Adams x Reader

Summary: Thorn’s upbringing was horrible, it felt like betrayal at first, but you weren’t going to let your leader face his demons alone. Your loyalty has him questioning everything around him.

Rating: Teen?

Warnings: Cheating?? And drug tripping

Words: 650

Every Universe Masterlist | Main Masterlist

AN I know that Willow accepted Thorn, but for now we enjoy fiction

“Banish him.” Your head whips to look at Rowena. “Banish him.” Then to Percival. Soon everyone had joined in, a chorus of banish him ringing in your ears.

They can’t be serious! Eyes going to Thorn, his head lowered, a defeated aura coming from him. You lock eyes with his life partner, Willow, pleading with her to help him. To do something, but all you could see on her face was betrayal.

You could understand where the coven was coming from, but to banish Thorn instead of embracing him went against everything you personally stood for. Judge not by the past, but by the actions they put forth.

Thorn bids everyone goodbye, grabbing his walking helper for his walk about and left the house.

“How could you all turn your back on him?!” You shout, jumping from your spot on the couch, unbridled anger in your eyes. “I understand not all of you were outcasts growing up, but that shouldn’t matter right now! Thorn has done nothing but be welcoming and understanding to all of your plights and now that he has a problem you turn away.”

“And you!” You turn to Willow. “You are his life partner. If anything, I would expect you to encourage him. Priestess, you disappoint me.”

Rushing past the people you considered your family, you chase after the only man who had ever understood you. You knew he found his life partner in Willow, but that didn’t stop you from being drawn to Thorn. You never questioned the force of fate before and you weren’t going to start now.

“Thorn!” He jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to come after him, and turned to you with wide eyes. “You can’t go on a walk about alone. You have weak ankles.”

“How did you… Y/n you can’t stop me. I need to face my demons.”

You shake your head, grabbing and handing him the canister you found on the picnic table, “Not alone you don’t have to. Everyone deserves someone to lean on, even if it’s just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself along the way. And also staying hydrated.”

Thorn stared at the canister for a moment before drinking half and handing it to you. “If you insist on coming, I am not the one to stop you, but please you also need to be hydrated as well.”

You toast to Thorn, downing the rest of the liquid, ready to follow him wherever this trip may lead you.

Colors became taste. Sight became sound. The gravity you felt once holding you down wasn’t there and floating became your mode of transportation.

You were unsure how far you and Thorn had traveled, continuing to lean on each other for strength, physically, spiritually, and mentally.

Never before had you felt this close to Thorn. Sitting together under a tree, a stable rock in one of his hands and a wise and wild pinecone in yours.

“You love him.” The pinecone echoed your own thoughts, “His life partner abandoned him, but you stay by his side.” You shake your head. As much as you yearn for Thorn, you weren’t going to come between him and the woman the universe chose.

“You love her.” Thorn looked at the rock he held in his hand. He knew the rock was right, but a part of him had a hard time accepting it. Willow was his life partner, but she betrayed him, though justified, it still hurt. But you went with him. Didn’t take no for an answer and refused to let him be alone with his own thoughts. It was probably the only reason Thorn had made it this far, made up his mind to go and face the people at the reunion.

Once this was all over, Thorn knew what he had to do. You would become his new life partner, possibly his true and forever life partner.

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[coreofmyfruits]

HEAD CANNONS !

★ Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Stu Macher ↓

Physical traits

Pigeon toed

6'4

Has to usually duck down through door ways

Slouchy posture

Has immense upper back pain

Prone to head aches

Left handed

Large hands (Billy calls them monkey paws)

Warm hands

Has a bunch of scars on his knuckles

Has a lot of scars in general but they accumulate in the same general areas

Personality

ADHD

ASD (autism spectrum disorder)

NPD (narcissistic personality disorder)

Stu got diagnosed with ADHD at a young age due to always being an interruption in class and especially silent reading, always having to get up and be doing something. Not too long after he got diagnosed with ASD because of his lack of awareness and his parents concerns about him being behind in class work (he just wasn't doing it). Stu never got properly diagnosed with NPD he never even thought of himself being a narcissist.

Likes and interests

Horror movies (mainly psychological thrillers)

His favorite movie is Eraserhead

Favorite color is black (because when he first met Billy he thought Billy's eyes looked black)

Loves to read

likes to read to Billy in silly voices (especially when it gets to a 'serious scary' part of the book)

Likes Edgar Allan Poe and Oscar Wilde

He likes hip hop and rap but really likes ska punk and surfer punk (queercore is also a must)

Likes low riders

Unironicaly loves the show Pimp my Ride

Actively ghost rides the whip

Wants a jacuzzi in his car because of Pimp my Ride

Likes to compare hand sizes with Billy because it pisses Billy off

Uses Billy's head as an arm rest

Steals Billy's clothes specifically his pants because they're baggy enough to fit but he can wear them as low-rise and he loves when Billy tells him to take off HIS pants because Stu looks 'stupid'

Stu just likes it when Billy turns red and tells him to take off his clothes

Always an opportunity to carry Billy anywhere bridal style never an opportunity not to

The scent of Billy's shampoo and how he naturally smells like pinecones and rain

Antique surgical tools

Dislikes

Bitches, cunts, liars oh my!

Sydney, not because he's jealous of her and Billy but because he used to have a crush on her

Betrayal

Abandonment

Being ignored

Talked over

Fish he fucking hates fish

The beach after it rains

Tooth pain

Unneeded laugh tracks

Sitcoms

YA romance novels

White women audacity

Starbucks

Lines

Victim mentality and complexes

Billy's stubborness

Love languages

Acts of service

Words of affirmation

Physical touch

Sexuality

Bisexual

Billy Loomis ↓

Physical traits

Slightly bow legged

5'9

Overly Straight posture

General neck pain

Tense shoulder muscles

Has Hyperacusis

Prone to migraines

Left handed

Shorter fingers wide palms and strong grip strength

Always has cold as fuck hands

Has a lot of scars mainly on his middle to lower back

Half Mexican

Easily tans

Frizzy hair

(slightly) Allergic to red food dye

Personality

ASD (autism spectrum disorder)

ASPD (anti social personality disorder)

Billy has not been diagnosed with either ASD or ASPD he's not even aware of the possibility of him having one especially not both at once. Billy's father was never around enough to notice Billy's acute behaviors or to even think of getting a specialist to diagnose him also Mr.Loomis is a lawyer it wouldn't look good for his job if his son was 'crazy'.

Likes and interests

Horror movies (slashers)

Favorite movie is before sunrise

Favorite color is teal (he would never admit it but it's because Stu looks good in teal)

Mainly listens to the same three bands (pixies, Radiohead, my bloody Valentine)

Loves the song pink triangle by weezer

Has a guilty pleasure for 40s and 50s love songs

Likes to draw

Favorite artist are Keith Haring, Andy Worhal and Francis Bacon

Draws like Franz Kafka (he doesn't know who Franz Kafka is this is just a reference to what I think his drawings would look like)

Really likes playing in the mud and jumping in puddles

Loves worms

Eats the shit out of some Oreos

Plain hotdogs

Likes how large Stu's hands are

How Stu smells like warm wool and fire

When Stu picks him up

Biting Stu (mainly his shoulders)

Stu in HIS pants

Tea

When Stu reads to him

Blood

Phantom skulls

Dislikes

Sydney, he's never even liked Sydney not before he found out about her mom and his dad and especially not after... He just always had this feeling

Tatum Riley (he looks better on Stu)

Cops pigs and donuts

Healthcare system in America

Abandonment

Betrayal

Being cut off

Being hung up on

Noise in general

Phone bills

Lawyers

Ableist(ism)

Ableist infrastructure

Gender pay gap

Misogynists

Hamburgers

Poppyseed buns

Layering clothes (he would rather freeze than put more than over shirt on)

Socks

Shoes in the house

Hot weather

Sweating

Baths

Coffee

Reading

Love languages

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

Gift giving

Sexuality

Asexual (non sex repulsed) and queer

★

Tags !

@ghostfacemp3

[nerdynuala]

Hi, love your hcs from last time! Could I make a hange request? I'm intrigued to think about random real life situations of her. Like, I feel like at least once is her life she was bullied, humiliated? Why do people do that with all nerds lol. how do you think she deals with those situations?

Also, (teenage or youth edition) about how is her relationship with her friends, what habits she has in her daily life, I don't know, I leave you free creativity space!

Hello please forgive me, I don't even know how long this has been sitting in my inbox T_T

I haven't been thinking or writing headcanons lately, but I'll give you my best try because heck you sent this so long ago I definitely owe you at least an attempt lol

Sorry again, I hope you can enjoy this anyway.

I've decided to focus on the prompt of Hange being bullied or humiliated more than anything else, but I threw in some things about childhood/youth friendships (truth is, I don't think Hange had many friends as a child or teen) and some veterans

Here we go:

- a classic, Hange wearing glasses since a very young age, she got called four-eyes ever since she started hanging out with other kids. Did it hurt her? Well, she never would admit it, but until the age of 12/13 she did wish her eyesight was better just so that kids would stop making her feel different, in a bad way. She used to laugh it off when people teased her, but in the privacy of her bathroom at home she would squint at her reflection in the mirror and wish she could walk around without her glasses.

- Being a very curious and somewhat savage kid, with a passion for every kind of bug, did not help her making friends. She was called a weirdo for collecting bugs, showing them to every kid, and knowing all the weird names of the insects. But it was her passion, in this case she really couldn't care less what other kids thought of her. She did befriend a boy who also loved bugs and they used to go looking for them in the forest.

- Hange used to get along better with boys. Girls talked behind her back and found Hange dirty and wild, they used to tell her she "should have been a boy". Hange did not care for "being a girl or a boy", she was "just Hange, take it or leave it". Boys did like Hange's company though, they could play more competitive and sporty games with her and she did enjoy every bit of pinecones and stones wars.

- When Hange grew up, as a teen she often wished she could fit in better with girls in her environment, but she caught some of them talking behind her back, saying Hange was not feminine and an intense nerdy weirdo and that no one, boy girl or wathever, would want to be with her. Hange was really independent at the time and was not looking forward to any relationship in particular, but it still hurt because she only wanted someone to be able to talk to and that would listen to her and talk to her with the same passion she put into things she liked. She stopped talking to the girls she overheard, but she never stopped smiling and waving at them when they crossed paths. Hange did not want them close in her life anymore, but that didn't mean she would stop being kind even though they had not been to her once. Hange understood she was kind of different and that these girls probably weren't open-minded enough to understand that not everyone has to be the same.

- What hurt Hange the most, however, happened in her early adult life. Being a scout, a Squad Leader, and most importantly a Titan Researcher, she once had to present her advances in Titan Research to a large crowd of Scouts and MPs, even higher ranks. She put much effort into it and she was sure that, this time, she had a lot of new information about Titans that would thrill and help everyone out. She did present and, in the middle of the presentation she heard some people giggling and making comments she couldn't hear. It bothered Hange because, heck this was a serious matter and it was important to her and to anyone interested in defeating the Titans. She was interrupted by someone from the Military Police who raised his hand to ask, quite literally, "who the dickhead that let her funds for this bullshit was". The dude even had the courage to say that the money would have been better spent for "hiring some sluts to lift the spirits of the Scouts". It was the first time that Hange was at a loss of words and couldn't bite back. She felt like crying from anger and feeling helpless. She normally dealt with people belittling or bullying her by biting back with some sarcastic remark, but her mind went blank. She couldn't finish the presentation like she had in mind and felt depressed for a whole month after that. Her job, her research and the passion she put into it was the most important thing to her. She could deal with people making fun of her for being weird, for being "not feminine", for wearing stupid glasses... But not with people thinking her work was worthless, she discovered.

After this episode, Levi offered Hange a lot of late night tea and even let her rant a lot. He even asked how she knew that titans don't poop.

Also, a few weeks after that, Hange heard rumors that the MP dude who interrupted her presentation was beaten up by a short guy who ended up being stronger than 5 men all together. They said the guy was probably raised in the underground, as he fought like a thug from down there.

Side note, Erwin subtly raised funds for Titan Research and provided her with a brand new laboratory and named Moblit her assistant, officially. Moblit helped her to find the spark she had lost after being humiliated, he gave her a collection of new Titan drawings that were bound together in a new book, which had a lot of blank pages to fill in with new research. Mike and Levi also promised, without sounding too grumpy, to capture a Titan so that they could study them better.

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Zine 2024

Thanks @narumayo-zine for another fun and successful event! My fic's also on the AO3 collection. Everyone's amazing work can be found here!

A Cute Voice

Phoenix stamped the snow off his shoes. The wreaths on the lobby’s walls were a duller green, a few decorative pinecones had fallen on the linoleum. Holiday cheer had given way to a regular morning at work, back to business as usual. He checked the Wright & Co. mailbox, grabbed the stack of envelopes, and headed to the upper floor.

Hm? It’s not totally quiet. Music blared from behind the door, and a muffled voice joined in.

“Go, go! Steel Samurai…”

It sounded like Maya, especially because of the theme song, although he’d never heard her sing before. Curious, he turned the door handle as quietly as possible. The office was much tidier, the desk and table cleared of stray papers. But his attention landed on Maya, pulling up the blinds with her back to him.

“That brave hero will save the town, fly high!” A clear, sweet soprano left her lips. Effortlessly, she reached the high note, perfectly on pitch. She spun around and froze. “Ack, Nick! Uh, hi?”

“Hey, Maya. Having fun?”

She blushed, scrambling to turn off the music. “I came early to help clean, I thought you’d be here later.”

“Early bird catches the worm. Anyway, you don’t have to stop. You sing really well.” He insisted.

She let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. Aunt Morgan once heard me trying a lullaby on Pearl when she was a baby, and she told me to never do it again, so…”

A spark of righteous fury flared within Phoenix. “That’s-”

“New year, new stuff, right? What have you got there?” She dove for the mail, and then, they were occupied with sorting through the requests.

One potential client was at a ski lodge, and when Pearl returned from Medium Valley, they decided to make it a weekend trip. Of course, they were inevitably stuck in traffic. As Phoenix tapped the rental car’s steering wheel, Maya punched the radio button. A pop song poured through the speakers and from the backseat, Pearl screamed in delight, adding her own slightly off-key but animated enthusiasm.

Maya turned to grin at her. “You like this band, don’t you, Pearly?”

“I really do! Mystic Maya, won’t you sing along?”

“It’s okay, I don’t know all the lyrics.”

She pouted. “What about you, Mr. Nick?”

“Same here. But I’ll try if there’s something I’ve heard before.” And as if on cue, the next song was familiar. Just his luck. He could carry a tune, he wasn’t going to win any awards though. He sang the chorus and the bridge, glancing at Maya. She was smiling wide, her eyes lit up like shooting stars.

“Wow, you’re awesome.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

“Totally serious, Nick!”

“Well, you can take a turn. You’re probably better than us and we won’t judge you at all.” He said, holding her gaze. Her lips trembled.

“What if you both sing a duet?!” Pearl exclaimed. “That would be so romantic-”

Then, the cars ahead moved, and the rest of the drive smoothly sent Pearl into a nap. Dense trees lined the road, glittering with salt, and signposts pointed to the main resort. In a promising sight, snowy slopes emerged from cloud cover, tiny dots of skiers creating downward trails. Phoenix spoke first.

“I’m sorry, Maya, I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“You weren’t!” She countered. “It’s only…I don’t know. I guess I’m nervous?”

“That’s alright. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be cheering you on.”

“…Thank you.” Her soft whisper rose and fell, a caress sliding around his neck.

Within minutes, they rolled into the parking lot. Maya tumbled out, her face flushed as she coaxed Pearl to wake up. It had to be the brisk wind. Nevertheless, the cold wasn’t quite touching Phoenix, his ears still hot.

***

Cards flipped, fabric rustled, applause resounded again and again. Trucy had pleaded to attend this magic convention, and by her unwavering expression of wonder, Phoenix didn’t regret it. She watched the other magicians with rapt attention, happily relaying to him what she learned. While she practiced some new maneuvers with Mr. Hat, he went to grab drinks. Apple juice for her, cider for him.

As he picked up the glasses, murmurs rippled from the entrance. Some rich patroness, apparently. However, his breath caught at the figure assisting the newcomer. Long dark hair, cascading over purple robes. A touch of mascara and lip gloss, highlighting more mature features.

Maya.

There had been furtive phone calls and tearstained letters, but this was the first time he’d seen her in person since his badge was taken. He almost wanted to hide. However, any escape was rendered impossible, when he found Trucy chatting with Pearl, who had a growth spurt. He felt Maya’s gaze on him, unable to meet hers, until the convention ended and the girls declared they wanted to get dinner together. So, they ended up at a ramen shop, receiving generous bowls. Trucy and Pearl held an excitable conversation, Maya offering small compliments about the food.

In the dark blue evening, they returned to the hotel. Phoenix carried Trucy, as he walked alongside Maya and a staggering Pearl. Their room was because of Maya’s employer, she explained, who liked the occult. It was certainly a far cry from the Wright Talent Agency; Pearl crashed onto a large silk-covered bed, while Maya insisted on giving them some of the goodies. He couldn’t bring himself to walk away. In his arms, Trucy stirred, her brows creasing in internal turmoil. Pearl rolled onto one side, then the other. Maya started to hum, that became a verse under her breath, in a low, soothing song. The girls grew calmer, and Phoenix felt like breathing was a little easier.

“This is my happiness, I want you to know. I’ll turn to the sky, and keep singing by the window.” She handed over the bag, with a brave smile. “Here you are, Nick.”

He managed to choke out. “Thank you, Maya. For this, and the singing.”

“Not a lot else to do under a waterfall, so vocal training must have paid off.” She deflected. “I’m getting stronger, so I can help you. Just…please, wait. You’ll have your badge back, I know you will.”

He could only nod and pull his beanie further down. More than ever, he wanted to believe in her words.

***

The thought didn’t occur to Phoenix until they were stateside again. Outside the airport, it was pitch black. Bleary-eyed with jet lag and adjusting his watch out of Khura’in time, he asked Maya. “Where are you staying?”

“I guess I can find a hotel room.” She yawned.

After everything that had happened? “Or, you can stay over with me.”

Her eyes widened.

He quickly corrected. “And Trucy! I think she invited Pearl too, I’ll call…” Embarrassed, he brought out his phone and let the girls know, who said they’d have hot drinks and their bedding ready.

“Separate rooms, Daddy?” Trucy innocently asked.

“Y-yes, of course!”

“Aw, okaaay. See you soon.”

As they waited for the cab, they sat in an empty area. Maya gave a bemused look at his suitcase but instead, she said. “You know, I don’t think I’ve said it enough times, but thank you, Nick.”

“I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. And now, you’re home again.”

“Yes, it’s so good to be back.” She ran her fingers through her sleek dark hair, closing one eye.

“If you want to rest, you can use my shoulder.”

“I’ll take you up on that.” And she promptly did.

Phoenix dropped his gaze; their hands were an inch apart, and carefully, his moved closer, just enough for the slightest touch. She shifted, but didn’t speak. Still, he recognized that she was awake. It just felt right to summon his voice, into a tune from one of his daughter’s shows. A closing, and an invitation to see another magic act soon.

And unexpectedly, Maya began to quietly sing. Low warm notes, climbing to that pure bright soprano. “Tides may ebb and flow, and the sun may rise and fall. Still, you’re with me through it all.”

He held his breath. He didn’t want to miss a single second.

“The shell you gave me sings a lullaby of the waves. It takes me back to that summer day.” She paused. “My mom and Mia used to sing this to me, but that’s all I remember of it.”

“It was wonderful.”

“Even in my exhausted state?”

“Not that I could tell. You’ve always had a cute voice.” He murmured.

Her hand bumped his, in protest. But she didn’t draw away. In the next instant, he captured her wrist, and she twisted around to intertwine their fingers. “Probably, no karaoke yet. At least, for now, I can sing just for you.”

He couldn’t resist smiling. “I’m glad.” And maybe, a little thrilled he was the sole exception. He did like her singing voice very much. The minutes stretched on, and he was on the verge of dozing off when his phone rang with the cab’s arrival. Their hands remained in place, as they wheeled their luggage through the airport. And they walked into the cool night, towards a well-deserved homecoming.

[kahlanmars]

PAPER RINGS part. 12

THIS IS THE FINALE. Final chapter, no more Daisy. So goodbye, Daisy Pinecone, I loved you a lot. Goodbye, Haymitch Abernathy, I wish you were mine. And Goodbye to you, thanks to the kind comments and likes!

MASTERLIST

12. I think I’m gonna marry you

SIX MONTHS LATER

You wake up in the best way you know, with sloppy kisses on your neck and a hand between your legs, the other on your breasts. Unfortunately, today of all days you can’t indulge yourself in such fun activities. You have a little appointment today. 

An appointment in white.

«You shouldn’t be here! Effie will be here in a minute.» You scold your partner, since you know what he wants. Oh, you shouldn’t have. You should already be up, preparing yourself for the big day, curling your hair in a complicated braid and all the other things you usually adore to do. 

But his eyes are so blue…

«I just couldn’t sleep without you tonight.» He whispers in your ear and you melt at his hot breath. He is so sexy. When did he become so hot? Is it weird that you feel more attracted to him than ever? One thing is true, you are going to be very lucky if you are always going to feel this way. And his scent, that wood and tobacco even though he doesn’t smoke, like a smell he got attached to him since he was a teenager. 

There was also alcohol in that scent before, but not anymore. He is sober, not always in the easiest way, but he managed to stay sober so far. You are so freaking proud of him, he is the strongest man you know.

«I know, me neither…» You tried. You really tried, but you couldn’t sleep. You felt excited and scared, and you kept thinking you only wanted to be in his arms. That is a little concerning, the small amount of time that was needed to make you feel like the world was exploding without him. 

When you were about to go to your house, your real house and not your mom’s, you saw him sneaking from the window.

This is a signal. A signal that everything is going to be okay, if you and your soon to be husband can’t stay away from each other. 

And also a signal you sometimes really behave like teenagers in love.

«But Effie is going to be here any minute and if he finds you here...» She will scold you two. Effie Trinket being allied to your mother was not in your bingo card for the year, but as soon as they heard the words “planned” and “wedding” they teamed up. Effie became big on district tradition, and part of it is that the night before the wedding the girl has to sleep in her mother’s house. Well, usually just because the girl lived there before and now you are living in sin, but for them it’s a detail, a tradition is a tradition and so you spent your night in your mom’s house, dresses in a white simple long nightgown and covered in lilium candidum, to symbolise innocence.

Haymitch laughed for half an hour when you told him they called you “Innocent”, the irony wasn’t lost on him.

«So you are saying I can’t stay in my bed.» He deadpans, and you shake your head, but you are so happy he is with you.

«This is not your bed, this is my mother’s house and you introduced yourself like a thief.» And it’s very hot, but you are not going to tell him that.

He only smirks, like every time he is going to say something that you wouldn’t approve. «It is only my bed when you are in it. And you are a thief. Only thing I stole was your virginity.»

«Haymitch!» You laugh, because he is very stupid sometimes. He has been a serious, shattered, sad person for twenty years, and now that everything seems calmer he is discovering himself as a funny man when he is in a good mood. The sky still has clouds sometimes. «And my heart.»

His gaze softens, a hand on your cheek again, the other playing with your hair. «Aren’t we sweet this morning?»

«It happens when you have to get married.» You still don’t think this is real. You are going to get married. You. Daisy Pinecone. Daisy Pinecone becomes Daisy Abernathy. You are very happy you are taking his name. You are keeping yours, of course, but it’s good to be an Abernathy now.

«In like six hours, babe, nobody is coming in now…» He starts to pepper kisses on your neck. Babe. You developed a taste for this word from his lips, it is tacky from other lips but when he pronounces those words it’s like music, especially if he traces caresses on your shoulders and neck. «Let me wake you properly.»

«Don’t even think about it, the bride has to go down now!» You try to interrupt him, but his hands are already on your butt again, and you feel so desired. He makes you feel powerful and beautiful.

«But I wanted to go down.» He deadpans, and you chuckle. A kid. He is a kid today, and if he is in this goofy mood now it’s because it’s a happy day for him too. He is happy because he is marrying you. What a crazy thought. 

«Haymitch… you really have to go. It’s crazy enough that we spent the night together!» You stroke his hair and he grins at you, because usually when you begin like this you end with a fist in his hair. 

Not today. You will be stronger.

«I don’t get why, we’ll spend the night together for the rest of our life.»

«But it's tradition.» You pout. «Me in my childhood’s bed, our cat with Katniss and you… going out with the men from the district.»

«Ugh, I’ll pass. I can’t stand those men. They are always complaining about their wives. Why the hell did you get married if you hate your wife?» This is another side of this man that you love. He is not afraid of being himself and if he hates someone he really hates someone. 

He is right about the men in the district, most of them treat their wives like shit. At twelve it’s common for women to take care of the house and men go to work outside when they can handle the money, and it’s not fun. Men don’t think what women do it’s a real job, they tend to harass them whenever they can and they generally think they are better. In adulthood men start to dislike women. They think women are shallow and less intelligent than them, and they don’t have a purpose anymore since they are not beautiful anymore. If they give them children, they are seen as an inconvenience and a burden. 

This is the life your mother didn’t want. She chose to be alone, and she made the right choice because now she is happy.

This is the life you didn’t want. You never dreamed of getting married with someone from Twelve because you had a lot of examples of good guys who became insufferable old men. But this is not the life you are going to live. First, because Haymitch is already an old man. And second, and most important, he is not like this. He cherishes you, he loves you and he proved it a lot of times.

«Maybe in twenty years you will complain about me too.» You joke. 

«In twenty years you will be a ravishing fourty woman and I’ll be a wreck. If I start complaining, finish me off.»

You laugh again, he is in a very good mood today, and you put a hand on his shoulder to get him closer.

«And what are you going to do with me once you have married me, Mr. Abernathy?» This is dangerous business, if you begin to flirt when you can’t make love to him. 

«The things I’ll do to you, Mrs. Abernathy.» The hunger in his eyes makes you blush even now. And you believe him, that man has a great fantasy when it comes to you.

«Miss Pinecone! At least for some hours.» You protest. 

«It’s too much. I want you mine now.» He bites you on your neck and you almost let out a moan. With your mother in the other room, that’s outrageous. But his teeth are lingering on your skin and what a girl gotta do? 

«I am yours. From head to toe. Every inch of my skin…» You whisper in his ear.

«I’ll kiss every bit of skin you have.» You believe him. He has already done it multiple times by now, each of them better than the previous one.

«Is that a promise, my love? We will always be as passionate as we are now?» You ask him, a bit more serious now. You really don’t want to lose that, or the jokeness you have. You know it’s a little shocking for everyone, but he makes you laugh. Really laugh. He is funny, he has a good sense of humour and you can’t help but chuckle when he wants to be hilarious.

Everyone told you that a married life is not easy, you tend to fall into a routine and you end up bored. It is better to be bored than to be constantly in danger, but if you could just avoid it you would be happier.

«Sweetheart, I have to tell myself I cannot eat you and fuck you and kiss you all day… I’m sure that won’t be a concern.» He wants you. He really wants you. He has been wanting you for two years now more or less, and yet you can’t believe it. You remember when you used to daydream about him, a less hot version of him if you have to be honest, because now he is sober, he gained strength thanks to Peeta’s exercises and he washes his hair more. 

«Really? You want to have me all the time?» You try to play it cool, but you fail miserably.

«You can’t even imagine…» The bite he gives you, though… that’s not fair. It reminds you of all the time he used his weapons against you. Or against a wall. 

«I think I can. Are we behaving like teenagers again?» You ask him, but he shakes his head and kisses your lips again.

«Let me be happy for a minute.»

Happy. You can see it in his smile, in his eyes, in his movements during the day. 

«I’m so proud I can make you happy.»

«Feeling mutual. Now, how much do you think we have until our actual teenagers come to our house to find me?» The fact that now you have actual children is scary, because sometimes you feel like a teenager yourself (although you are almost thirty, you have a job and you are about to get married), but in the last few months Katniss got closer to you and you always had a good relationship with Peeta. Lora is the one who got you worried the most, because you clearly remember the moment you thought you lost her, but she is getting better. When you asked her what job she dreamed about, she answered that she doesn’t dream about a job. You are fucking proud of her. Not your mood, because you actually dreamed of multiple jobs in your life, but the fact that she stated it is very good. She is starting to know what she wants.

«Katniss is slower but Peeta will be there any minute and Lora is living with you, but will come to me. But that doesn’t matter because Effie is probably already here, waiting for me to get up.» You kiss his cheek.

«And the fishes?»

«Don’t call them that! Finnick, Annie and Perla will be here in two hours. Perla will bring Cinna, of course.»

«Of course.» His tone is hilarious. He had always been a little jealous of Cinna, because Katniss adores him. He doesn’t understand that the girl loves him like a fun uncle, but she considers him as a father.

«You are still jealous of him and Katniss?» You taunt, but he just snorts, because heaven helps him if he has to name a feeling.

«No, why would I?»

«You jealous, jealous man. She is your daughter, you know?» You are all over him again, he is too cute when he is insecure.

«I have no idea what you are talking about, you crazy wife.»

«You have to go! Don’t even think about it… stop kissing me…» You try to sound convincing, but the moan you let out when he hits that particular spot under the ear exposes you. «Stop… maybe just five minutes.» He smiles like he just conquered the world.

«That’s my girl.» The room soon fills with giggles and kisses.

It’s more than five minutes. You are never sick of each other, but eventually even Haymitch realizes that it’s not ideal for him to be in your mother’s house doing some unholy things. You are sore and still giggling when he goes away, and you stand up from the bed before someone enters through the door. 

You watch yourself in the mirror. Your hair is messy and your eyes are tired, Effie is going to be very mad at you. And you don’t even want to start with the nightgown.

«Mother!» You half-yell, because she appears behind you in the mirror. It’s scary and you shouldn’t scare a victor.

It’s weird how you don’t even feel like you are a victor anymore, some days. You are so different from that Daisy, the Daisy who didn’t win the Hunger Games. And yet, sometimes you are still in the arena.

The therapist is helping a lot. You came back from Dr. Aurelius and now she is helping you to understand how it feels, about your choices and you are learning a lot about yourself. Haymitch is going to a therapist too, and so is Lora. You try to help each other in every way possible.

«Daughter! I’ll pretend I didn’t see Haymitch sneaking through the door.» She reaches out for you and she starts to unwrap your night braids. «So… I’m about to lose my daughter.»

Her voice is a little sad. This is not what she wanted for you, and you know it. She always dreamed about a big career for you, a district-shaped career, but she is a known figure in Twelve and she wanted the same thing for you. A recognizable name. The fact that you chose to use the double surname, Pinecone-Abernathy, wounded her a little. 

You think she is a little better now. She accepted that you love Haymitch and, most importantly, he loves you. He helped you with your new job, spent a lot of time working with you and that lightened him in her eyes. And you are working, you have your own money, that reassures your mom.

«You won’t lose me! I’m just getting married.» You try to say, but now she has tears in her pretty eyes.

Your mother is very pretty. Prettier now, after the war. She is a bit of a celebrity in Twelve now, she helped everyone during the reconstruction and you caught more than one man lurking at her, but she doesn’t want anybody. 

She strokes your hair, and she watches you like you are about to go away.

«But you will be so grown up… and you are starting your shop, and even have an apprentice. You are an adult now.»

You shake your head. You have been an adult for several years now, and you risked your life at least twice.

«I was an adult when I went to the Hunger Games…» You try to resonate, but she is trying not to cry now.

«Yes, but now, now it’s a happy thing.»

«Really? You are happy for me.»

«Yeah well, I didn’t like it so much at first but he is a good man. He loves you. Even I have to admit it. And it’s obvious you love him too.» It’s a great thing for her to admit that Haymitch is a good man.

«I love him so much, mama.»

You hug her. It’s weird, you never hug each other, you are a hugger but not with your mother, and yet you need to hug her now. She squeezes you like she doesn’t want you to leave, but then she takes a step back.

«Promise me you will be happy. There will be problems, in every family there are problems but promise me you will try to be happy.»

«I promise you.»

She smiles and she looks satisfied now.

The dress is beautiful. You designed it after a tale you read, one of those fairy tales your mother used to tell you when you were a little one. The white fabric is thin, maybe a little too thin but you are sure you are so excited you won’t be cold, and there are little flowers and crystals all over it.

Your raven hair is up in a majestic braid, thanks to Effie, and she put crystals and little pearls in it. Apparently she had it back at home, but you have to give it back to her. Your makeup is elegant as you requested, Peeta discovered himself a great painter even on faces. 

You look the best you could. You weren’t as stunning as you are now even in the preparations for the Hunger Games.

«Oh, darling girl. You are beautiful.» Effie opens the door and she already has tears in her eyes. She is beautiful. She is one of the bridesmaids, in a light pink dress that suits her shape. You are so happy for her, she is going to be a bride herself in a few months and you are making her the dress, as Portia made Haymitch’s. 

After the fashion show you came back to District Twelve and you opened a small shop in the town. It wasn’t easy and you were so scared at first, but it’s turning out great. The shop itself is very cute, with plants and a lot of fabric everywhere and a large table where you can work everyday. It’s rather small, but two girls asked you one day if they could come and learn. You said yes, and you are happy you can teach them. It’s almost like being a teacher again. They are adorable, and they really want to learn from you. You try not to bear them with work, they are still in school, but there is a lot you can teach. They are helping a lot. You like this new district life, people tend to help each other, you spent several times in the bakery with Peeta, and Katniss gives you the animals she hunts. Well, she gives Haymitch the animals she hunts, because you can’t stand the sight of a dead animal. You are well aware this makes you a hypocrite, but you really can’t.

«Thanks to you.» You hug Effie again and you try to memorise her scent. You miss her a lot, now she lives in the Capitol and you are in Twelve, you always talk on the phone but it’s not the same thing. And she is about to get married. Everything is changing, and you are happy because it’s changing for the best, but you would want Effie Trinket in your life again everyday. «Thank you, Eff. You gave me a home when I needed one, and you always protected me.»

She blushes, she is not used to compliments anymore. «No, thanks to you. So, are you ready?»

«No.» You find yourself saying. Not of the marriage, but the wedding. You love a spotlight, you try to remember. Well, you love the idea of a spotlight.

«Yes you are!» She squeezes your arms.

«Yes I am. But what if I trip?» 

«Haymitch will catch you.»

«Oh. That’s really sweet.»

«Are we ready?» Finnick comes in, in his dashing suit (you made for him) and he offers you his arm. Thank heaven for Finnick on this day, this is just the face you want to see. «How are you feeling?»

«Scared to trip and fall. But apart from that, you were right. I know this is the right thing, I’m not scared of getting married.»

You hug him too. Somehow he is taller now, and you can tell by his eyes that he is really happy. He is living his best life in Four, with Annie and little Finn, who is growing up joyous and carefree. He will never live the games. Hopefully he will know the games from the school books, when he will be older.

They are trying to have a second child, hoping for a daughter. You are ready to spoil her rotten too.

«Good, because it’s time.»

You start walking, leaning a little to Finnick because of the heels, and you see the people in the aisle. You wanted a little district marriage and not a great Capitol wedding, and you had it but you also managed to gather together the people you love. 

Your mother is splendid in her light blue dress and now she looks even younger, calmer and happier. Next to her there are Cinna, Plutarch and Fulvia, Johanna and Finnick with Annie and little Finn, who is being a very good boy; Effie and Portia are on the other side of the aisle, with Chaff and Beetle. Mags and Tigris are in armchairs, because they are too old to be in chairs.

Ivy and Marjorie are here too. You didn’t want Marjorie at first, and Haymitch didn’t even think about it because he knew your position, but you wanted Ivy. You didn’t want to explain to the little girl why she wasn’t at your wedding. So you knocked at the woman’s door and you talked for hours. You will never be friends, but she explained the situation to you and she promised she would never do something like that again. You agreed to be civil, for baby Ivy. You swore to protect her, after all.  

Effie, Perla and Lora are behind you, the bridesmaid and the maid of honour. You are going to be Effie’s and she is yours. You designed their dresses to suit them, because your friends have to be beautiful.

On the other side, Peeta and Katniss are behind Haymitch.

Oh, Haymitch. He is dashing in his suit, and you didn’t even think he would have worn a suit, but he is and he is smiling about it. When you are next to him he winks at you.

«Do you want to take this woman as your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honour her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?» The major asks him.

«Yes.» He takes your hand and you have to resist the urge to smack him, because that’s not the tradition. «I would be crazy not to have her as a wife.»

You blush, and you blow him a kiss. The major represses the urge to roll his eyes, you just know.

«Do you want to take this man as your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honour him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?» Now this is your turn.

You watch him with your doe eyes, and you keep your hands in his.

«Of course I want to!» You answer with joy.

«You may kiss the bride.» The major offers, and he barely ends the sentence before Haymitch takes you in his arms to kiss you with passion.

Twelve might be the poorest District, but you people know how to party. 

Not a Capitol party, a Twelve one. Katniss sings old songs, there is a band and everyone is dancing. Your mother is the heart of the dance, she was a wonderful dancer when she was younger. You watch Finn and Ivy giggling together, your best friends moving with the music and you find yourself happy. Mags and Tigris are sitting down, chatting like the old ladies they are, and Chaff is with them, remembering old days.

Everything is going fine now. Perla and Cinna are in Capitol City, trying to live an adult normal life, they are not talking about a wedding but they would like to have a child. Effie and Portia are on the verge of preparing for their special day, and you think you are going to spend a lot of time in the Capitol to help them, especially Effie.

Lora is living with you and Haymitch. She has good days and worse ones, but she is managing it. She wants to travel, when she will be better, to see other cities, other places, other districts. She sometimes babbles about going over the district, in the land where you don’t know what the hell is there.

You go near Haymitch and you kiss his cheek. He is thinking, alone on the porch, but he doesn’t startle: you can’t surprise him. He smells like wood and cologne today and it’s different, but good different.

Your husband. Now he is your husband. 

«So, we are married.» You state, a smile on your face. But he has his dose of dumb smiles on his face too, so you are not too worried.

«I’m very lucky to have you in my life, Sweetheart.» He circles your hips with his arm and he kisses you again. You’ll never get tired of it.

«And I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Sweetheart.» You mock him, but he just stays there, watching you like he just saw you hanging up the moon. Maybe it’s a bit too much, but you are not going to complain about it. «And apparently my mother likes you now.»

«She knows I love you.» He states, and strokes your hair. You know he loves your raven hair.

«You are not scared to say it.» 

«No, not with you. Not anymore.» He kisses your cheek and you are supposed to be worried about your makeup, but you danced your heart out and sang and you already made the pictures, so he can snuggle as much as he wants to.

«I’m serious when I say I’m so lucky.» You whisper. 

«You are a survivor, Daisy, this is not exactly being lucky.»

«Yeah, but now I have everything I want. My shop, two girls I can teach to, my friends, you.» You explain. «You are mine now, I can’t quite put the finger on it.»

«Totally yours, also because no one else wants me.» He jokes.

«Good! Just mine!» You are completely in his arms again, and you make a coy smile, hoping to be flirtatious. «I made some alterations to the wedding dress, so you can…» You finish the phrase in his ear, and you feel the grip becoming stronger. 

«You are a total minx.» He growls. Exactly the growl you wanted to have from him.

«And I’m yours. Are you happy?» You shameless flirt.

«You know what, yes. I am.» 

«Good. Because I have the intent to make us extremely happy for the rest of our life.» You promise. 

[yautjaclub]

I mean I would love to learn more of Zuria's story and the pups :o

Absolutely, I would love to share! ✨❤️

I will split it up into two parts more information about Zuria and then the pup :3

~Zuria Backstory~

Zuria is 24 years old; she had already graduated high school and went to college, but soon her dreams of becoming a future doctor would be dashed by her father’s sudden passing. Let’s start from the beginning. Zuria at one point lived in a village with many people, but her father wanted to live the off-grid life; it was his dream for a while. He had seen many people do it before; even his grandfather did it, so he wanted to do it too. He talked to his wife thoroughly about the idea. She eventually agreed, and they packed up everything, and we all moved deeper into the woods. Basically, we built ourselves a nice home, and we’ve been hunting, catching fish, and foraging for other things like mushrooms, berries, water, and things like that.

Despite her mother being reluctant in the beginning, she grew to enjoy this lifestyle, learning how to hunt and find food on her own. She would even go out and find wood to burn in the house to keep the house warm in the winter, which was soon approaching. Zuria loved winter and fall, so she took great pleasure in going out for walks during those times of the year. As for her three siblings, the girl Esther and two boys named Donz and Daniel (I know I’m so basic with names), their responsibilities were to mainly find berries, pinecones, pollen, and go fishing. Her father wanted to teach them how to hunt, but they weren’t really into it that much, so they just did the basic stuff.

Zuria agreed with her siblings on that because the last time she tried to teach them how to hunt, they couldn’t stay still or even be quiet for two minutes! She doesn’t blame them though because they are younger, so it’s to be expected, but she was still proud of her siblings for doing something to help out around the house or something to benefit the house. This would all kind of come in handy later down the road when her life basically blew up in her face.

It was just another normal day. She had gone on her regular walk as usual through the woods. She wanted to go to the river to go fishing so they could have fish for dinner tonight and maybe some deer, but unexpectedly her little sister Esther came running into the woods, screaming out her name. She had no idea what was going on, but she followed the sound of her sister‘s voice and her choked sobs. She found her sister in the opening area of the woods. Her younger sister didn’t say a word. She just grabbed Zuria’s hand and started running back to the house. She was trying to get answers from her sister along the way,. She had never seen her sister so distraught, so she decided to just shut her mouth and follow her sister because to see her sister like that, it must’ve been something really serious. They both eventually made it back to the house, where she found her father on the side of the house dead; he had been mauled by a bear to death. 

 

Zuria was absolutely shocked at what she was seeing; she immediately went over to her father to see if he was breathing to see any signs of life. She started doing CPR on her father, but when she checked his eyes, she knew immediately that he was gone; his pupils were fully dilated, indicating to her that her father had passed away. She was absolutely devastated at her father‘s passing, but just to be absolutely sure, there is nothing else she could do. She told her sister to run back to the village and get the healers from the village to look at her father; she was told luckily the village wasn’t too far away, so the sister brought back the healers, and they absolutely confirmed that he was gone and there was nothing else that they could do for him but just lay him to rest.

~Pup backstory~

The pups real given name is De'thaal he was named after his grandfather. His father and mother names are Gau'yte (Father) Do’ytah (mother) One day the father talked to his mate about wanted to take his newborn pup out on a hunting trip even though the pup didn’t yet understand. he just thought it would be a great experience for his pup, but the mother his life partner greatly disagreed on taking their pup out on the hunting trip so soon just a week after the pup was born Do’ytah wanted her mate to at least wait two more weeks before taking their pup out for hunting trips luckily her mate did not argue and he agreed that he would wait at least two more weeks before taking his pup with him on his next hunting trip.

During the two weeks, Do’ytah was trying to build up her pups immune system even more even though his immune system was very strong and healthy. She just wanted to get him ready for when he goes off with his father on a hunting trip. She thought that maybe she should just go along with her mate on the trip she was undecided, but when it gets closer towards the date of the trip, she finally comes to the conclusion that she will go along on the trip just in case her pup doesn’t particularly want to be with just one parent for too long of a period of time.

When the agreed-upon date of their departure came, they set off in Gau'yte ship while Do’ytah is holding a very sleepy De'thaal. Gau'yte looked around at a couple plants before finally deciding to go to a neighboring planet of earth Mars, to release some of the creatures he has captured over the years so he may hunt them down. The ship made its approach towards the planet, but as they were coming up on the planet, suddenly they got sucked into a meteor storm was heavily damaged and caused it to spiral out of control leading to it crash landing on earth. It was a really bad crash that caused Gau'yte to die on impact Do’ytah didn’t die immediately, but she was banged up real bad and bleeding heavily, and she had also been impaled by one of the metal bars that came loose in the ship right side of her chest along with another piece in her leg she let out sounds of would be compared to as pain.

She was still holding a now crying De'thaal she couldn’t really soothe him, but she knew that she had to get out of the ship so as best that she dragged herself out of the ship and with the final bits of her strength, she tried to hide De'thaal in a bush in hopes of when the ships signal goes out that one of her fellow people will take him and take care of him. What she didn’t know was that the ship didn’t immediately send out a distress signal another thing that she didn’t know is that there was a lot more pieces of metal in her body than she thought which caused her to bleed out so fast she wanted to hide herself because she felt like something was wrong with her so she didn’t want to get caught immediately in her weekend, state by something or someone so she one last time looked at her pup with loving eyes told him that he would be okay grow big and strong for her and his father.

She walked into the woods of course not too far away from her pup so she could watch him to make sure no predators got him and luckily came across this big old tree that had a sizable hole in it at the bottom that kind of went into a hole in the ground that she could fit herself into she crawled up into the tree and rested her body, but just a couple seconds later, she felt overwhelming since tiredness so she thought that maybe she could take a nap and everything would be okay when she woke back up, but she never did wake back up.

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I hope it’s written well enough for you guys because I have dyslexia I try my best not to look like an idiot XD. Oh and I promise I wasn’t ignoring your question. It just got buried and then I got busy with so many doctor appointments. 😩 I promised the next time someone asked me a question it will take this long. I’m most likely going to edit this writing every now and then again if someone tells me that maybe more needs to go into it or that I need to fix something. ✨

[baileys-writing-desk]

When a parent needs parenting

Lanayru works himself to exhaustion, and Eldin is not pleased.

[Misfits of the 3 Dragons]

AO3

“ZINGA-DINGDING!”

The Thunder Dragon flies over Skyloft, a few people waving to him from the Knight Academy’s balcony. Although Link and Zelda no longer live up here, the locals have gotten to know him a little from his frequent visits. It is quite nice to be around people…something he was deprived of for centuries.

“Mighty Thunder Dragon!” a young boy calls out. “Sing for me!”

Lanayru groans quietly, aware that his strength is beginning to fade. The fatigue from being so active the last few days has finally gotten to him. But it would be a shame not to please the boy…and so he slows his glide down slightly and opens his mouth to sing.

The sweet melody of the Song of the Hero, the same song he performed for Link all those years ago, fills the air. He tries to ignore how it takes some breath out of him, and his spinning movements through the sky are flimsy and uncoordinated. His deep, booming voice still echoes through the clouds and makes its way to the young boy’s ears.

“More! More!” the kid chants. “Sing another song!”

“Now now, dear. I think you’ll have to wait.” A woman puts her hand on the kid’s shoulder…most likely his mother. “Mr. Thunder Dragon, you don’t look quite right. You should go home and rest.”

Well…shit. Of course this lady noticed. Lanayru floats on his back and lets his eyes droop closed.

“Mr. Thunder Dragon?” he hears her ask, but he is too absorbed into the calming feeling of resting at last.

“Lanayru?”

He snaps his eyes back open. “Ah, yes…my apologies.”

“What’s wrong with him, Ma?”

“Overworked, I assume,” she answers. “Gully, go see your father. I’ll be right with you.”

The boy turns to jog away, giggling, and mutters Lanayru’s signature line repeatedly:

“Zinga-dingding!, zinga-dingding!, zinga-dingding!, zinga-dingding…”

Gully’s voice fades off into the distance, and Lanayru brings his focus to the mother. He chuckles slightly, but she only frowns.

“Please go, Mr. Thunder Dragon. Go lie down, I’m serious.”

Lanayru scoffs. Besides the hero Link, he never likes to take orders from someone a fraction of his size. But this woman seems persistent. A little too persistent.

“…Fine, I guess…”

“Good. You can come back when you’re better, okay? Gully will love it.”

The Thunder Dragon grins, giving her a thumbs-up with his claw, before pushing himself forward through the clouds. I can’t look that tired, right…? His condition must appear even worse than he thinks…surely the lady was right. He does need to lie down.

“Tell the boy I’ll be here tomorrow,” he calls out, most likely loud enough for her to hear.

Leaving Skyloft behind, he continues straight until he approaches the yellow beam cutting a large hole through the cloud barrier…the one Link and his sword spirit created at the start of the hero’s adventure. Squinting from the incredibly bright glow of the beam, he dives down into the skies over Lanayru Desert. His former home. The air warms up, sunlight beating down onto the sand, but Lanayru doesn’t mind too much. He can handle the heat just fine.

His body continues to weaken from the effort of flying, like a robot slowly running out of power. But he pushes on, past the dry sands of the desert and into the grassy area beyond…closer to his current home. The tops of trees become visible soon, and he starts tilting his glide down to meet their level.

You’re almost there, he assures himself. Almost there.

He wonders how Faron would react if she found out about all this…the Water Dragon would definitely not be happy. Especially since she’s always on his ass about caring for his own health.

As he reaches his large forest clearing, the place where he normally resides, he finally slows to a stop. A few LD-301’s scurry around, carrying various materials like sticks and pinecones, but his eye is quickly drawn to something else. Or rather, someone else, lying right on the grass of his sleeping area, the sun brightening the oranges and reds of his body…

“Eldin?? Wh-what are you doing here? I told you—“

Oh.

The Fire Dragon’s eyes are closed, and his breaths are deep and even. He’s asleep.

In my territory??

As Lanayru lowers himself to the surface, taking a seat on the grass in front of Eldin, he rubs his temples with a groan. Too tired to yell at his brother and push him around for breaking several rules, he simply nudges Eldin on the shoulder, digging his long pointy nails into it to wake him.

“Hnngh-ahh!!” Eldin gasps, eyes snapping open. “Wha…?” His gaze meets Lanayru’s. “Oh…guess I dozed off, I’m so sorry—“

“No need for an apology, fire boy. I’m not pleased with you, but I’m letting this one go.”

“Wait…really?” The Fire Dragon yawns, rubbing his eyes before squinting at Lanayru. “Hold on, something’s not right…oh, you look awful.”

“Well, thanks a lot,” Lanayru mutters. First the Skyloft woman, and now Eldin…Although he figures that is most likely true, if he does indeed appear as worn-out as he feels.

Eldin’s brow furrows. “Lanayru…have you been overworking yourself again?”

…Shit.

“What? No, of course not! I—“

“Nuh-uh. I can literally tell by looking at you, Lanayru. I know how much you like to zip through the air and do your singing and take Link for rides and all that…but you got a limit, old thunder man. Ho! You like to think you’re invincible! But you’re not.”

“You…do remember what happened to me, right?” Lanayru asks, arms folding across his chest. “All those years ago?”

“Of course. Yeah, you nearly lost your life then, but you don’t seem to have learned! You’re a bit weaker than Faron and I, that’s just how it is, and so you need more rest and more breaks.”

“…Ugh, I know…” The Thunder Dragon tries to ignore the dull aches throughout his large body.

“You are so darn stubborn. Like you’ll admit to your tiredness when you’re parenting us, but not now?”

“That’s because you and Faron exhaust me so much more…” he mumbles. “You two act like five-year-olds sometimes and it takes a lot out of me.”

Eldin gapes at his brother. “Five-year-olds?? Since when have we acted like—“ He pauses, seemingly in thought. “You know what, you kinda have a point. But what you’re doing now isn’t much better.”

“…Stop it. Just…stop it.” Lanayru’s head begins to throb at Eldin’s booming voice. “I’m fine.”

“Totally not fine! Can’t you admit to neglecting your own health at least once? Isn’t that how you fell ill in the first place??”

“…I don’t know, Eldin, it was so long ago, I…I don’t really remember how it happened.”

“Well, I can bet ya it was from your stubbornness, thunder boy. Cause ya know, you claim to be the Mighty Thunder Dragon and all…but that almost killed you. And Hylia blessed us with eternal life, Lanayruuuu.”

He scowls at the way Eldin whines his name. It would have killed him had Link not intervened…he knows that. Eldin knows that.

“I get it, okay? I was really bad…but not anymore. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Well, if you keep this behavior up, I will.”

Lanayru breathes out a long sigh, a light fog beginning to fill his aching head. Maybe Eldin is right…perhaps he is too stubborn. But the last thing he wants now is to admit it.

“Mrmmm…” he mutters. “Your call, fire boy. I won’t change…”

Eldin’s face begins to blur, darkening at the edges, and Lanayru feels his head loll slightly. He snaps it back up, blinking several times to focus once more. But it’s beginning to get harder now.

No. Don’t fall asleep, Lanayru. Not now—

“Haha, someone’s feeling reeeeally sleeeeepy,” Eldin teases, cackling. He reaches a claw forward and waves it back and forth in front of Lanayru’s face. “Veeeryyy sleeeeepyyyy…”

“Shut up.” Lanayru pushes the claw away, his lightning bolt ring clinking against one of Eldin’s. “Maybe if you go away I’ll sleep.”

“Nope, can’t trust you! I’m not leaving til you’re out like a light, thunder man, because you’ve been at this too long. Link can wait.”

Eldin rises up from Lanayru’s sleeping area, floating behind him with another laugh. Soon Lanayru feels the Fire Dragon’s warm claws pushing up against his back. He is much larger than Eldin, and normally he’d be able to resist it…but this time he doesn’t have the strength; he lets his brother shove him down onto his back with a thud.

“Now, do you want a bedtime stooory?”

Lanayru glares at him with all his might. “No.”

“Or maybe I’ll sing you to sleep with the Song of the Hero.”

“Nnngghhh…no.”

At last, he lets his heavy eyelids close as his body sinks into the warm grass. “Don’t…need that…”

But Eldin doesn’t seem to have listened. Soon the Fire Dragon’s mighty but calming voice fills Lanayru’s ears, a bit more higher pitched than his own. The Song of the Hero indeed.

It is this melody, one they each know all too well, that lulls the Thunder Dragon to sleep.

[omegaremix]

The Cool & SRS Music Sharing Collective.

WUSB always had a history of dee-jays finding new music off each other. This was and always will be no issue. Thanks to Alice of Nightmare Aquarium, I’d never know who Ariel Pink or William Onyeabor were, and quadruple that for Black Marble, an act that’s become one of my best discoveries of the decade. Others had always asked me for playlists and “that one song I played fifteen minutes before the end of my show”. Our lives are a little more tolerable thanks to our station.

Shaerie, our dee-jay and resident astrologist, decided to create a secret group to post finds for only us to listen to. The Cool & SRS Music Sharing Collective was established in August 2016. She bestowed our dee-jay Conor (Headless Elvis) the title of admin- and the two started letting their closest friends and station volunteers in. “If there’s shitty music in this group, I will delete the fuck out of it”, she declared. Their first order of business? PWR BTTM’s “New Hampshire”. That was back when everyone and their cat loved them, until they were outed as sexual predators and then became shitty. We’ve yet to delete the fuck out of them, hmmm?

A month later, I was in. The SRS (“serious”) collective took off and we posted on a near-endless basis that almost everyone at one point had some catching up to do. Shaerie and Conor shared many a Bandcamp and d.i.y. find. They provided our daily allowance of acts in Downtown Boys, Ty Segall, Slowthai, Slothrust, Kal Marks, wosX, Car Seat Headrest, Saint Pepsi, Really Big Pinecone, and more. Cornflower posted some Argentinian musicks; and many others pitched the obvious, the classics, and some obscure finds in Brian Eno, Neu, Velvet Underground, The Fall, Richard Hell, Bush Tetras, Suicide, old-school hip-hop, alternative, shoegaze, and other nutritious pieces of good music. Other posts of theirs in Future Islands, Rolling Blackouts C.F., Speedy Ortiz, Idles, Snail Mail, Algiers, and Fidlar were ones my show Omega WUSB already played beforehand. They had our phases of Mac DeMarco and Frankie Cosmos worship. Did you know she was Phoebe Cates’ daughter? Shocked the shit out of me.

Some things dropped off on SRS became essential not only for Omega WUSB but for me personally. Conor’s why I’ve played Cende, Marijuana Deathsquads, Machine Girl, and Ghost Spell, and why I’m now a huge fan of Water From Your Eyes / Rachel Brown. He’s also the one responsible for me discovering Post Trash which helped influenced my show’s format and made me find the beauty of d.i.y. music. You can thank our friend Toasty for Palm’s “Dog Milk” that became part of a personal soundtrack to a wildly surreal summer.

Sharing is caring collecting, so I spread the wealth, too. I posted anything you could think of in hopes of resonating with our own. Most of the time it hit. Other times I struck out. Who was the only one who came though if others didn’t half the time? Spooky Christmas, the other (female) dee-jay who cares about sample culture as much as I do. Hooded Fang and Javelin were two which people jumped on board. Conor saw my post for Unstoppable Death Machines and he was floored: the billboard shown on Know Tomorrow was a real one very familiar for those driving west on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, and he was a fan of theirs.

We didn’t just post music, we posted current events, too. Our staff were (and still are) very into the meat of the city scene. They were sad to see Shea Stadium close down for good. That’s the venue, not the former home of the New York Mets but that’s been gone. Citi Field should also close down, too. (Go Yankees!) As Shaerie left, Conor took over and gave SRS an important edge. Leave it up to him to post pieces from the Washington City Paper, where Priest’s Katie Alice Grier questioned how safe safe-spaces really were; or from the Creative Independent about Lightning Bolt’s Brian Chippendale living in, owning, and being evicted from d.i.y. venues. See where our mindset is?

Even there were a few moments that I found my fellow staffers’ actions (besides posting PWR BTTM) questionable and grounds for expulsion from the SRS and the station. Toto’s “Africa” but with vocals one step out of key and off-beat. Marcus Mixx’ “My Oui Oui (New York)” for fuck’s sake. Smashmouth’s “Allstar” but every word is “somebody”. Yeah, somebody should’ve deserved a caning for that one. Mac Sabbath? Really? Thank Based God we didn’t post Okilly Dokilly, either.

But, they redeemed themselves when they really hit a few out of the park. Conor’s bandmate Jasko found Black Merda’s self-titled album. I thought I was the only one who knew of them. Cornflower found The Avalanches’ “Since I Met You”, which solved a mystery of what that song was I recorded on cassette 15 years ago. Conor once again wowed me when he posted Pigs’ You Ruin Everything (Unsane-related), because again, I had that all to myself. Kleenex’ “Nice”, Elite Gymnastics, Thee Oh Sees, and Death’s “Politicians In My Eyes” were other finds from our staffers which Omega WUSB played beforehand.

If not for Shaerie and Conor, I wouldn’t have a read on where some of the best dee-jays and selectors stood and what we’re all about. Some of what they posted for all to see was what I essentially wanted. What I wanted, like everyone else, was a connection with ourselves and the music. And I got it all in spades and diamonds. Thanks to everyone involved, I wouldn’t have summer memories, a newfound appreciation for the local / city scene, or the feelings I get for hearing specific sounds, vibes, ideas, and projections from certain artists. These are feelings I want and what they come with is a vision that makes me see and imagine things others don’t. As an aside, it was great to see what we’d come up with and how excited we were when we got it. It was a joker’s-wild goin’ on and we didn’t know what the fuck would happen.

For anyone keeping score, here’s what we took with us and what we gave back. Now it’s yours. It’s been a ride. SRS took off and ran well for a year-and-a-half. It slowed to a halt when everyone moved on and activity dwindled down. With six months of no activity at last year’s end (and a couple of autopsy posts after the fact just to see if anyone still cared), I finally gave SRS a proper eulogy. It’s sad that it came to an end. Hopefully, it will come back as a hologram one day.

SRS finds later played on Omega WUSB:

Girl Band “Why They Hide Their Bodies Under My Garage”

Cende

Big Ups

Pill

Crumb “So Tired”

Hookworms Microshift

Corridor “Le Grand Ecart”

Girlpool “123”

Yumi Bitsu “Truth”

DJ Muggs & MF Doom “Assassination Day”

Slothrust “Sex And Candy”

Blood Cultures

Bodega

Strahinja Arbutina “You Don’t Need This in Your Life”

Chastity Belt

Machine Girl “Ginger Claps”

Marijuana Deathsquads

Eyedress

Bodega

Sega Bodega

Soko “Sweet Sound Of Ignorance”

Black Moth Super Rainbow

Ghost Spell s/t

Melody’s Echo Chamber

Sweet Valley “Sentimental Trash”

Water From Your Eyes / Rachel Brown

Palm

Antwon “Helicopter”

Secret Circle “Tube Socks”

Coca Leaf

Wolf Eyes No Hate

Bad Zu Kllkllkll

Health “L.A. Looks”

Water From Your Eyes We’re Set Up

Women Lawncare

VIP Skylark “Y2K Dynasty / Clipped”

Other SRS finds:

Kleenex “Nice”

Elite Gymnastics

Shackleton “Blood On My Hands” (Ricardo Villalobos ‘Apocalypso Now’ RMX)

Thee Oh Sees

Young Marble Giants

Mannequin Pussy

Parquet Courts

Craft Spells “Nausea”

Yes Yes A Thousand Times Yes

Black Dice “Smiling Off”

Death “Politicians In My Eyes”

Pigs You Ruin Everything

Elvis Depressedly

Warpaint

Chelsea Wolfe

Nnamdi Ogbonnaya 

Dear Nora

clipping.

Helena Hauff

Future Islands

Tameyawt

Rolling Blackouts C.F.

Holy Fuck

Eric Copeland

Bush Tetras “Too Many Creeps”

Body, The

Lightning Bolt

Speedy Ortiz

Demdike Stare

Suuns

Idles

Swans

Khost

Aa

Snail Mail

Algiers

Nine Of Swords

Screaming Females

Dreamcrusher

Kate Tempest

Single Mothers

Fidlar

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs “Hashashin” (f. Conway)

Nine Of Swords

Gymnastics Sneaks

Computer Graphics Lo-Fi

SRS finds Omega WUSB posted:

Tony Williams Lifetime “Right On”

TRNSGNDR/VHSCondominium

Shana Falana “There’s A Way”

Girl Pusher “Best Ecver”

New Dreams Ltd.Initiation Tape: Isle Of Avalon Edition

Tropic Of Cancer “I Woke Up And The Storm Was Over”

Hooded Fang “Ode To Subterrania”

Les Rallizes Denudes “The Night Collectors”

Alice Glass “Without Love”

Ciarra Black “Transition None”

Preoccupations “Disarray”

Holydrug Couple, The “Follow Your Way”

Javelin “Lindsay Brohan”

DIIV “Wait”

Airport / Claire Maisto “Alone”

Raveonettes, The “Bang”

Prayers “Shaking Hand With Razor Blades”

Iceage “Under The Sun”

Bug, The & Miss Red “Mi Lost”

Jah Wobble & Holger Czukay & The Edge “Hold On To Your Dreams”

Girlpool “Before The World Was Big”

Nature “Horse Jumper Of Love” (demo)

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard “Mr. Beat”

Boards Of Canada “Nothing Is Real”

Unstoppable Death MachinesKnow Tomorrow

Sun Ra

Black Marble “Collene”

Steve Khan “The Blue Man”

Free Love

M.I.A. “Born Free”

KVB, The “Never Enough”

General Lee & The Space Army Band “We Did It Baby Pt. I & II”

Taiwan Housing Project “Veblen Death Mask”

Harry Pussy “Showroom Dummies”

Cold Cave “Glory”

Isaurian “Hologram” (Jesu RMX)

Death “Keep On Knockin’”

Skywave “Wear This Dress”

Stella Donnelly “Boys Will Be Boys”

LCD Soundsystem “Yr City’s A Sucker”

Throbbing Gristle “Persuasion / Discipline”

DOM “Bochicha”

Cold Cave / Black Rain / Breyer Genesis P. Orridge  “Comprehension”

Body-San “Shining The Money Ball”

Ducktails “Don’t Want To Let You Know”

Prurient “Christ Amongst The Broken Glass”

Etant Donnes “Brutal Piss Rods”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “Fright Night (Nevermore)”

Bombshells, The (s/t)

Dame Charm School

[onedaughterofman]

Hello again♡. If you don't mind, I'd like to make a request. Everything is fine, if you don't like it, it won't be interesting for you, just refuse♡.

Can I, please, ask about the nameless ghoulette-reader, who somewhere in the background, and Cumulus with Cirrus? They communicate very nicely and intimately. They're close friends. They, as friends should, support each other, help. Almost always together. They have a lot in common, actually. Random Brother of Sin: - ha! The sisterhood of delicious thighs! Sister of Sin: - a curvy trio. In general, the three of them are best friends. Such a friendship can only be envied. They are so close, they care about each other so much. But, one day, they approach Papa, and ask him, to marry them among themselves. Their intentions are serious and the best in relation to each other.

Anyway, thank you very much♡!

Oooh, I'm giggling and kicking my feet. This is actually really sweet! (Also, I've been wanting to write about my girls for a while!)

Nameless Ghoulettes x g/n reader

If you wander deep inside the Ministry, there are lots of secrets and curiosities to uncover.

Behind those sturdy walls made of ancient stones, through the big and heavy doors, the nature of the Nameless Ghouls is one of those secrets people wish they could understand better.

Even more puzzling than the Ghouls are the Ghoulettes. There’s a reason why Papa keeps them behind a barrier during most of the rituals, locked away from the rest of the band members and the public. They are stronger, far more volatile and intense than their male counterparts and also, more mysterious.

There's little to no information about the Ghoulettes. It is said that only a skilled summoner can call upon them and strike a deal. They tend not to be interested in mundane, human business.

Which, in the end, doesn't explain why they seem to like you so much. It all started with piercing stares, with dark eyes concealed behind reflective glass following all your movements.

Then, the gifts. Little trinkets, candy wrapped in reflective paper, flowers and pinecones, even random rocks and crystals… Everything appeared around you, left behind as an offering. At that moment, you didn't exactly grasped the meaning of them, accepting the gifts without any second thoughts.

Naturally, the Ghoulettes interpreted it as an acceptance of their advances. Being escorted by them through the long halls and surrounded by their presence during your daily chores became a frequent occurrence. You didn’t mind it, at all. In fact, their company was appreciated. It felt like it was meant to be, like your friendship was destined by a higher power.

After interminable days working in the Ministry, you go back to your room and already know they will be waiting by the door, attentive eyes hidden behind the masks. Cirrus and Cumulus, as the Siblings and fans have named them, are always so curious, so enthusiast to learn about whatever human topic you choose.

Gradually, you introduce them to different types of music, food, books and even tv shows. You talk to them about your interest and hobbies, rambling for hours under their attentive stare.

In their own pace, they also begin sharing information about their homes. Fingers carding through your hair, or resting their head on your lap, they tell you about the different circles of hell and oh, how much fun they have there, how much you’d enjoy the warmth and the different rituals that take place during all eternity.

Sometimes, they even share their own music. In English, or in some ancient, long forgotten language, Cumulus' voice fills the silence of the room and reverberates on the walls, following the melody Cirrus offers in the background. You're always mesmerized, clinging to the edge of the seat in awe and excitement.

It's only natural, you guess, to accept their proposal of joining them forever. Ghoulettes are, after all, creatures born from the deepest fire of hell. They are passionate, capable of such a brimming, burning love. You can't really ask for more, because no human would ever compare to this.

Papa is excited to be the one performing the binding rituals. This type of ceremony is not unheard of inside the Ministry, but it is quite rare. The celebrations last for hours and hours, full of music and prayers to the Dark Lord.

When it's late at night and you finally go to sleep, body intertwined with Cirrus and Cumulus and hands holding you closely, you know you're completely ready to face the whole eternity, for as long as it is with them.

PS: Sorry if it's not that good. It's my first time writing ghoulettes and I wanted to try a different style.

[greypetrel]

🍧 SHAVED ICE and 🎤 MICROPHONE for all of them/any you'd like (including Pavyn)? :3

Hello!! :D

LOL THE KARAOKE ONE, thank you x°°°D

Tis the prompt list!

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Alyra: She sold her mother's necklace at the first chance. If she wasn't interested in her, she doesn't see why she should be. She's gone, left her in a shitty clan, bye. She still has a friendship bracelet woven with spare strips of leather, sparkly rocks and shells in the braid. There were flowers once, but they're long wilted and fallen, it's very worn. Tamlen braided three for her, Merrill and himself.

Raina and Garrett: They found once in the attic Malcolm's disguise when he and Leandra ran away. He told them the story and told them to do what they wanted of it. Nobody really wanted the ugly uniform, but they split the rest. Bethany had the amulet, Carver the boots, Garrett took his staff after he died, and Raina the gloves.

Aisling: All she had was destroyed in the explosion. :"( It was an amulet Deshanna gave her when she arrived in the clan, a blue glass eye enchanted against evil spirits. She didn't find it anywhere when she woke up and was free to walk around, and she severely regret it.

Radha: A pair of golden earrings with amethists, that were her mother's bonding gift from her father. She wear them on special occasions. They're enchanted with a protective spell.

Pavyn: A leather bracelet, equally enchanted, with strands of embrium -preserved with magic- that was Deshanna's bonding gift to his father. A pinecone that Aisling gifted him at her first Arlathan, when he was awfully hangover.

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

Alyra: She's good, has a low voice but very pleasant. It would take some time to convince her to actually sing at a karaoke, but she'll always fall far drinking songs. Always. This one's a big favourite.

Raina: Awful singer. Tone deaf, can't hold a note. It won't stop her, she (unfortunately for everyone around her) loves singing, and would love karaoke. She'll go for '80s hits. Angel of the Morning is a big favourite. But also very unfortunately for everyone around her, another big fave would be Bohemian Rhapsody. And yes she'll sing every. Single. Part. Included all the Galileo Galileo Figaro. (but seriously, who sings Bohemian Rhapsody without doing ALL the voices?)

Garrett: He won't break eardrums like his sister, but he's not the best singer ever. Luckily enough, he won't jump at the occasion so eagerly. He's not tone deaf, but no trained singer either. He'd choose something fun, maybe that can be sung by everyone. Like you know what? The Phoney King of England.

Aisling: She's a good singer, can hold a note and is pretty tuned. Will get stuck with silly lyrics and humming them for the whole day. She'll go for either rock, Living on a Prayer would be a favourite (everyone knows it, everyone sings, it's satisfying) or go for Musicals. Another BIG TIME favourite would be Oom-Pah-Pah from Oliver. Sung from up the table, of course.

Radha: Has actually a nice voice, deep and charming, but won't get caught singing to save her life. She doesn't like being the centre of attention EVER, so karaoke night won't really be her jam. She's the one that films Pavyn and Aisling when they duet over Rasputin (they would). But if you get her enough to drink and she's in the mood...

Pavyn: Oh he has a good voice and the theatrics enough to LOVE a good karaoke evening. Dragging everyone with him as well, but he's the centre stage.The party don't start till he walks in, after all. Also this when he wants to be a little more serious. He knows the WHOLE choreography don't try him (or do.).

[onlynatureknows]

Y’all Eating Pinecones? - For my Plant Based Girlies

But no fr, y’all eating pinecones yes or no

So, I made a facebook when i was about 11 (ik illegal) so i could post super cool pictures in my brother’s snapback caps. I think facebook had seen about 5 logins from me since then. Recently, I have been trying to use facebook more as a social network building tool & I have joined quite a few groups. While scrolling through one of the facebook groups last night, just before bed, i saw a post about “cinnamon pinecones.” I said heyooooooo! Cinnamon. Pinecones. It was a photo of pinecones that were boiled in water with cinnamon and perhaps other spices ( i didnt dig deeper into the ingredients as the photo was enough to awaken the African aunty in me). & All the comments were very serious and educational about the benefits of eating pinecones. Still to now now - i say heyoooooo! This be plant based life? Come now to eat common pinecone? Hey!

Okay, let me stop joking. Like i said, the comments on this post were very serious and educational. I am well aware of the medicinal benefits of pine needles and other parts of the pine tree when taken as tea. I just never knew the actual pine cone was edible. I guess its similar to how people eat artichoke? I have also never eaten an artichoke, but i can imagine its pretty close to eating a pine cone. I think. Is the pine cone crunchy? Maybe it becomes soft when boiled. Does it have a woody flavor? If I ever discover an African pinecone, Ill have to try it… with cinnamon.

Being plant based, yes plant based not vegan, has been an interesting journey for me. Coming from a West African background, I do have a certain palette. I like nice food, food with seasonings, food that hydrates me. I absolutely cannot do dry & bland. I’d rather not eat. I have no quarrel with the plant based lifestyle except when it comes to the seasoning & texture of food. Being plant based for me cannot and does not mean bland food. Even raw food can be made delicious! But maybe I am too worried about deliciousness.

I say all this to say - I am still healing my relationship with food. Being plant based & experiencing different native cultures in Africa is purifying my perspectives. Indigenous food is often not very flavorful, and would not get a stamp of deliciousness approval from the West African Aunties. Plant based native food is mineral desnse & often bitter. Again, deliciousness is not a factor. But - God is the chef so who am I to judge? It makes me think again how confused us humans are. The natural food provided by the Most High, designed for our bodies, nutrition packed, and filled w/ information from the Earth, is not enough. We think we are smarter than the creator, so we create our own “food.” Its hilariously sad.

Seeing the pinecone post made me realize, I still hold certain food prejudices. Yes, food prejudice is real. I most definitely looked at those cinnamon pinecones and thought, “That has to be some white people food.” Smh. That “white people food” is actually very nutritional, medicinal, and healing. More nutritional than my pounded yam and peanut stew. And this is exactly why us “Black people” have health issues. You know what they say, eat to live! So I must judge myself - I need to consciously work through these food prejudices, worry less about flavor, and focus more on value. Our food must be valuable, our food must be an offering to our vessels, the intake of food must be intentional & almost ceremonial. Fine, no peanut stew, I’m working on it. But, for now I have to ask:

[ngkiscool]

This week was suppose to be only about Wensleydale and Brian, but I couldn’t find enough stories about them so added a few more about the rest of The Them. All the stories are SFW, only the last one has warnings.

Next weeks will be about the holidays - please send recs for stories that focus on supporting characters (as in, Aziraphale and Crowley are not the main ones). Self recs are  encouraged!

Baby B by thewightknight - rated G, 512 words. Focusing on Wensleydale and Wensleydale’s parents. Summary: Whatever happened to that third baby, on the night of the Antichrist's birth?

Rescue Party and Chocolate Cake by Zeckarin - rated G, 614 words. Focusing on The Them, Newt and Dog. Summary: The Them are inventing a new game. Intense arguing ensues.

The Four Bikers of the Beginning Times by mistrali - rated G, 860 words. Focusing on The Them. Summary: “We’ll be juvenile d’linquents,” Adam said, with all the aplomb of eleven. He‘d seen some on American films and thought it very grand. “Outlaws, riding wild and runnin’ free. Like Robin Hood.”

Friends Will Be Friends by @anonymousdandelion - rated G, 600 words. Focusing on The Them and Dog. Summary: The other three Them find Adam in the woods, finishing a biscuit and moodily kicking pinecones while Dog barks futilely at squirrels. Plainly, Adam is sulking. Equally plainly, something has to be done.

Camp Out in Hogback Wood by @supergeek21​ - rated G, 588 words. Focusing on The Them and Dog. Summary: A little over a year after the Apocalypse, life has returned to normal for the antichrist and his band of friends.

Special by Nny - rated G, 582 words. Focusing on Wensleydale and Brian. Summary: A Them fic, set when they're in University.

Fish Out of Water by irisbleufic - rated T, 910 words. Focusing on Wensleydale and Brian. Summary: Wensleydale considers this, chewing his lip. Onscreen, there's suddenly a lot of blood. “I don't mind being in charge for once,” he admits. “Both of us, I mean.” Brian snorts. “Going by who orders me to do the washing up—”  “Oi,” Wensleydale sighs, turning up the volume. “Shut it.”  “Got some cheek in you now,” Brian says, punching Wensleydale's arm. “Feisty. I like it.”

Six Years After... by andrealyn - rated T, 468 words. Focusing on Wensleydale and Brian. Summary: Six Years After The Event-Which-Shall-Not-Be-Spoke-Of-Except-When-In-Dire-Need-Of-A-Really-Cool-Story, something new happens. 

Changes the Same by HSavinien - rated T, 1.1K words. Focusing on Wensleydale, Brian and Pepper. Summary: There's a difference between being friends and being roommates.

Chosen and Unchosen by Bookwormgal - rated T, 71K. Focusing on The Them, Crowley, Aziraphale, Warlock Dowling, Hastur, Anathema, Newt, Gabriel, Michael, Sandalphom. CW - Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Psychological Torture, Sensory Deprivation, Fake Character Death, Blood, Serious Injuries, Nightmares. Summary: Adam Young was meant to be the Anti-Christ... Warlock Dowling was not chosen... The apocalypse may have been averted, but not everyone is relieved...

Bonus - master list with all past recommendations!    

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