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Hiii. Firstly, I just want to say how much I LOVE your work. I think you’re fantastic!

I was hoping to request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Senator or Princess female reader (always a sucker for this). Maybe Clone wars or pre- ending of Revenge of the Sith. Peppered with Obi-Wan denying his feelings for the sake of the Jedi code, and then confessing true emotions in the Kenobi series era. (gotta love angst with some feels after a whole lot of yearning).

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Thank you so much for your kind words and this wonderful request. I was so excited to write for Obi-Wan as it's been years since I have, and it's really cool to write for him in the wake of the Kenobi series. So thank you for this lovely prompt and I hope this is the sort of thing you were looking for.

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Title: Relics Fandom: Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga Setting: Pre the Phantom Menace to post the Kenobi Series. Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Minor Angst Warnings: mild/moderate sexuality; mild references to Reader family losses due to old age; mild references to the Empire being baddies and doing baddie things Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: c.5k Author's Note: It's late and I need to proofread this properly, sorry for any mistakes in the mean time!

Summary: You and Obi-Wan Kenobi have a connection that spans decades as your lives intersect throughout the years. Will you find each other again in the most unlikely of places?

Now

Inevitably, the Empire discovered that you have been siphoning off funds to various Rebel factions across the Galaxy for years. As Queen of Vitis, you planned to stay on your home world and face the consequences of defying the Imperial tyrants with your people.

But your Bodyguard, loyal to a fault, had other ideas. The night before an Imperial delegation was set to arrive, your Captain of the Guard, Old Paltrum, hired a bounty hunter to abduct you from your chambers in the middle of the night and drop you off somewhere "safe." This apparently meant any random, obscure world in the Outer Rim of the mercenary's choosing.

Seemingly, the desert planet of Tatooine was the farthest flung rock in the Galaxy that the brute could think of.

At night, you dream of home. Of Vitis. A beautiful planet, full of lush forests and green meadows where wildflowers gleam through the grass like little jewels.

Too often, these dreams turn to nightmares and you watch, helpless, as the rivers run red with the blood of your people and the Imperial flag flies like Death's victory banner above the royal citadel.

You fear you'll forever be known as the Vitisian Queen who abandoned her subjects in their most desperate hour of need.

Tatooine is not like home. The heat during the day is a constant, inescapable blanket of oppression. No matter what you do, the sand works its way into your eyes, between your teeth, into your clothes and tracks its way all the way through the small one room home you managed to purchase with the few credits Paltrum obviously appropriated for you from the palace treasury. And you are always so thirsty, no matter how much water you consume.

Still, you have been on the desert planet for almost three months now, and despite your belligerent determination not to, you are beginning to settle and acclimatise. Slowly.

You like Tatooine best in the evening, just as dusk falls. It's cooler and there is a rare, strange beauty to be found as the twin suns set in the sky which turns from blood red to pink to purple and finally to a deep, midnight blue.

You make your living selling the clothing you make at the stall you have acquired in the market in Mos Eisley. It is mid-afternoon when you catch sight of a man you know walking across the far side of the square. You jump up from your stool, knocking it over in your haste and sending your weaving unravelling to the floor.

Ducking and weaving and apologising to the people you bump into, you track the man making his way across the market through the obstructions of clothing and clutter and trinkets hanging from the stalls of your neighbours' and your own.

Your heart leaps. It is him. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

What is he doing here? Of all places.

You want to run to him, to call out his name but something stops you.

He looks older. Of course he does, it's been over a decade since you last saw him. But that's not it.

The Obi-Wan you remember carried himself with a charismatic air of confidence which, on other men, could easily have been perceived as arrogance. But Kenobi was always able to temper this with his good humour and dignified manner.

Now, he looks downtrodden, smaller, as if he's been on Tatooine so long that the years have started to grind him into the sand. His once well kempt hair and beard are scruffy and his dirty, torn clothes are little more than rags.

You are suddenly struck by the idea that he might not want you to see him like this. Then, you think about what happened to the Jedi Order and the rumoured purge said to have been commanded by the Emperor himself.

Obi-Wan must be in exile or in hiding. Just like you.

With this revelation, you are paralysed by indecision. By the time you come to the realisation that you can't let this chance to reunite with him slip away, he is already gone.

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30 years ago

The Republic have sent a diplomatic envoy to Vitis to discuss with leading politicians from the surrounding worlds the increasing Separatist pressure on the system's trade routes. The delegation of two Jedi, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his young apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, arrive at the Vitisian royal citadel early in the morning.

Although you really think you should be sitting at the table with the other delegates, you've reluctantly agreed with the wishes of your parents, the King and Queen, to show Obi-Wan the palace grounds and some of the countryside beyond.

He's a young man about your age, probably eighteen or nineteen. Upon first introduction, you get the distinct impression that he feels like he should be present at the discussions too. But, following a brief period of stilted conversation as you lead him through the palace and out into the lush gardens, it quickly becomes apparent that you and Obi-Wan just click. Any interest in trade or commerce is soon forgotten by both of you.

When he speaks, his pronunciation is clipped and proper, but his voice is full of a charming vitality. He has a graceful, purposeful physicality and moves his body with a self-assuredness many young men his age don't seem to possess quite yet. And he's handsome. He has an open, honest face with well-proportioned features, adored with two impossibly bright blue eyes. He has sandy coloured hair which, apart from a small pony tail at the back of his head and a long, thin braid that runs down behind his ear and to his chest, is cropped short.

As you walk through Vitis's lush, green surroundings together, the conversations flows easily. You notice that he has a perpetual, good-natured smirk on his face, as if he constantly has an amusing quip on the tip of his tongue. Sometimes he speaks these out loud and his blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

His little barbs are never unkind. In fact, you find it refreshing, the way he makes you think on your feet in an effort to fire out your own witty retorts.

One time, you're too slow to think of anything clever to say, so all you can think to do is to pull, gently, at the strange braid affixed to the side of his head.

"What's this?"

What's what?" He asks with mock ignorance, and you shove him playfully.

"It's my Padawan braid," he explains, "It signifies that I'm not yet a Jedi. Once I've completed the trials, I'll cut it off as part of the ceremony when I become a Knight."

"Oh," you say, faltering.

It all sounds rather meaningful and symbolic.

"I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have..."

He smiles reassuringly.

"It's ok, I have a bad habit of tugging at it myself when I'm nervous."

Hours have passed and you've wandered all the way through the grounds as far as the great lake before either of you notice the time. You take the short cut back through the woods and past the gargantuan Whispering Tree, which stands sentinel like a great, leafy guardian on the border of the royal forest.

Obi-Wan stops to admire the tree, his eyes following its massive trunk and he cranes his neck in a futile attempt to try and get a glimpse of the top as it disappears into the canopy. The tree is putting on a magnificent show today. Its peculiar white leaves are dazzling in the sunlight and the pale silver bark shines like precious metal.

"What is it?" he asks, his voice filled with awe, "I've never seen a tree like it."

"It's called the Whispering Tree because of the noise it makes in the wind. It sounds like someone speaking. It's the only one left of its kind - a white Vitisian Birch. Traditionally, first born royal daughters are charged with its care," you run a hand against the smooth bark fondly," and that happens to be me."

Obi-Wan smiles almost absent-mindedly as he presses his palm against the tree and closes his eyes.

"Are you talking to it? Using the Force?" You ask, excitedly, "What's it saying?"

"That's not how it works," he chuckles, but he stops immediately as he sees your cheeks redden and realises that you're embarrassed.

"Uh, but if it could talk," he continues, earnestly, "It would say that it feels very lucky to have someone like you to care for it."

You beam widely at him and, unable to stop yourself, you lean in and plant an impulsive kiss on his lips. At first, he stiffens, his eyes wide in surprise, but then he seems to melt into you and you feel a thrill of excitement course through you as his lips start to move against yours.

"Obi-Wan!" A stern voice makes you both jump and you leap away from each other as if you've been electrocuted.

The tall figure of Obi-Wan's mentor is striding towards where you are standing at the tree line, his Jedi robes and long silver hair billowing in the breeze together making him seem even bigger and more imposing.

"Master Qui-Gon..."

"You were supposed to escort the Princess to dinner an hour ago!"

"I know, Master, I'm sorry..."

Obi-Wan starts to explain, but Qui-Gon Jinn cuts him off abruptly.

"I don't want to hear it."

Side by side, you and Obi-Wan traipse silently back to the palace behind Master Jinn. You find yourself having to scurry to keep up with his long strides, but Obi-Wan appears to be used to it.

He looks rather crestfallen following Qui-Gon's admonishment, and you reach out to touch the back of his hand lightly with your own. At first, he doesn't look at you, instead just allowing the corners of his mouth to lift slightly as he runs his knuckles back and forth against your own.

Then, you exchange a sheepish, secret smile, behind Master Jinn's back, before breaking the touch and you both return your gaze to the ground with suitably chastised expressions.

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It becomes apparent over dinner that Master Jinn, mercifully, has not informed your parents of your little indiscretion with Obi-Wan. You don't know what story he has concocted to explain your tardiness, but you are grateful for it.

Over the course of the evening, as you observe him, you realise that Qui-Gon Jinn is a kind man. Although he appears slightly terse with Obi-Wan to begin with, his manner softens as time goes on and to you, the relationship between the two Jedi seems almost akin to that of father and son.

Although you still feel a guilty, watching the two Jedi helps soothe your worries that Obi-Wan might face some severe reprimand on account of your actions.

Soon, it is time to see the guests off and the Jedi delegation is last to leave. You take advantage of the long conversation Master Jinn and your father apparently couldn't possibly have finished over dinner to say goodbye to Obi-Wan.

"I'm sorry, did you get in trouble?" You say quickly and quietly into his ear as you give him a formal, chaste kiss farewell on the cheek. "Yes, but it was worth it," he whispers back and a wide, boyish grin spreads across his face as he pulls away.

You can't do anything other than return it, and you look at each other for just a moment longer before he gives you a courteous nod of his head.

"Goodbye, Princess."

"Goodbye, Obi-Wan."

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Now

You next see Obi-Wan a few weeks after your first glimpse of him at the market.

You almost approach him this time, but again, something holds you back.

He is heading towards Mos Eisley's space port and he has a more purposeful stride to his walk than when you last saw him.

Yet it's still not the walk of the composed, dignified man you once knew. In fact, his sense of urgency seems alarmingly close to panic.

Presumably, he is going off-world for some reason. He's not carrying much with him.

You hope he'll be back.

******************************************************** 12 years ago You are arriving on Coruscant, the sprawling city covered planet at the heart of the Galaxy, the seat of the Republic's power. Your father has sent you to make a representation to the Senate to officially declare an end to Vitis's neutrality.

It's not what you or your people want. But the Separatists have been pushing in on Vitisian interests on all sides in the past several months, disrupting trade routes, placing droid garrisons on nearby worlds, even muscling in on mineral mining operations on several moons within the Vitisian system. There is now really is very little choice. Vitis needs the protection of the Republic.

As you step off your ship, Obi-Wan Kenobi, now a Jedi Master, strides across the landing platform to greet you. You are so high up it gives the impression that the Coruscant sun which hangs large and low and golden in the sky behind you is about to swallow you whole. There is a strong breeze, which catches your hair and sends the flowing train of your green travelling dress snaking into the air like an emerald river.

Obi-Wan has grown into a fine looking man, tall and broad shouldered. He is clothed in traditional Jedi attire, a long brown robe draped elegantly over a cream tunic, fawn pants, and knee length, brown leather boots. His sandy hair is neatly cropped at the back and sides, with more length on the top and he had grown a distinguished golden beard since you last saw him.

"Princess," he says with a warm smile, those piercing blue eyes of his just as full of life as you remember.

"Master Kenobi," you respond, beaming, as he stoops to kiss you on both cheeks.

You'd been concerned that, in the almost two decades since you last saw him, his long years at war in service to the Jedi might have dulled that bright spark you so admired in the young man you once knew.

But you needn't have worried. As he escorts you to your chambers within the accommodation wing of the grand Senate building, you find yourself falling back into easy, cheerful conversation with him, as if no time has passed at all.

Obi-Wan's youthful spirit is still present but it has evolved into a sort of refined, contained exuberance that sits elegantly on him. He is as quick to laughter as ever and the eloquent wit he possessed even as a boy is just as sharp.

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You are sitting in the lavish parlour of the rooms you've been assigned. It is a fine suite, decorated in bright colours with a beautiful view out across Coruscant's endless cityscape. The arching floor to ceiling windows let in as much natural light at the metropolis' towering spires will allow.

Suddenly, you wonder what it would feel like to kiss Obi-Wan again, now that he has that dashing beard.

"Princess?"

Obi-Wan is standing at the sideboard, holding a steaming teapot and a glass mug out towards you. From the amused, questioning look on his face, you get the distinct impression that he has proffered the beverage more than once.

"I apologise, Master Jedi, I was parsecs away, yes please."

"Oh really?" he asks, conversationally as he drops into the lounge chair opposite you, and hands you the glass vessel across the low, marble table, "Where were you?"

"Well, I was actually thinking about when we first met, do you remember?"

It's not quite a lie.

"How could I forget?" He laughs, "Master Qui-Gon was furious with me."

A shadow of uncharacteristic sadness suddenly passes over his face.

Remembering the rumours you have heard of the violence of Qui-Gon Jinn's death at the hands of a mysterious, fearsome warrior, you put down your tea and reach across the table to take Obi-Wan's hands in yours.

"I was so very sorry to hear about Master Jinn, Obi-Wan," you say kindly.

"Thank you, it was a long time ago now."

He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He squeezes your hands gently before he stands up.

"I'll let you get settled."

Obi-Wan makes for the door and as he reaches for the handle, he turns and grins at you disarmingly.

"It really is very good to see you again, Princess."

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You had only planned to stay on Coruscant for a week. However, politics being as they are, you have ended up staying for much longer.

One day, during a gap in the Senate proceedings, Obi-Wan takes you to visit the magnificent Jedi Temple. He wants to show you the terraced garden, knowing that you are missing the greenery of Vitis.

It is a paradise. You can't believe that at the centre of this endless cityscape is this bubble of serenity. The variety of plants that are grown here, the vibrancy of the colours, the wonderful aroma of a hundred different blossoms all intermingled - it makes you giddy.

You and Obi-Wan stay in the gardens for hours strolling and conversing and sitting together, then strolling some more.

"Strange how so many years have gone by yet I feel as if no time at all has passed between us," you say plainly as soon as the thought pops into your head.

You don't mean it to sound quite so romantic, but then you realise you really don't mind if that's how Obi-Wan choses to interpret it.

"I feel the same," he agrees and you are surprised to see a hint of bashfulness in the smile he offers.

You allow the back of your hand to graze against his. He turns his head and raises his eyebrows at you, an amused smirk of recognition on his face. He runs his knuckles along yours as he once did so many years ago.

Unlike then, Obi-Wan allows his hand to stay resting against yours this time and you walk like that, not quite hand in hand, through the vast gardens of the Temple long after the sun starts to set and the descent of the cool, evening air releases the sweet, heady scent of Coruscanti night blossoms all around you.

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The month you have spent on Coruscant has been stressful, busy, and filled with difficult negotiations and decisions which weigh heavily upon on you. Your father is in ailing health, ever since the death of your mother, and you know that soon you will be Queen. It is not a thought you relish, but now, at least, you know that when you take the oath to serve your people for the rest of your life as sovereign, you will be able to do so knowing you can hold your own on their behalf in the Rancor's den of the Republic Senate.

Yet, aside from all the worry, this has also been one of the happiest times of your life. When you are not working, and when he is not galivanting off-world on some Jedi business or another, you have spent every moment you can spare with Obi-Wan.

When the time finally comes to leave Coruscant, Obi-Wan volunteers to escort you back to Vitis. You'd sent Paltrum home weeks ago, poor old sod. City air has never agreed with him and you just knew his wife, Ina, would be worried sick about him.

As you finally land back on your home world, it is amid thunder and lightning. It is perhaps the most violent storm you've seen on Vitis in a decade.

You almost can't believe it when you and Obi-Wan step off the ship and see Old Paltrum soaked through, standing sentry at the palace doors.

"Paltrum, get inside, for the love of the Maker!" You scold the ancient Captain as you approach.

Obi-Wan is holding his cloak over your head in a valiant effort to keep you dry, but it is making not one bit of difference and you can feel the water seeping through your travelling clothes and into your bones.

"It's always been my job to watch for you, your Highness, I'm not about to stop now," Paltrum responds indignantly and you feel a pang of guilt for your rather patronising tone.

"I know, thank you, Captain," and you have to shout over the roar of the wind and the lashing rain, "It's late. I'll see my father in the morning, don't disturb him."

"As you wish, my lady," Paltrum says with a gracious nod, and you stifle a laugh as a deluge of water floods off the peak of his cap with the motion.

The Captain turns to Obi-Wan as he opens the huge, ornate doors to let you through.

"Master Kenobi, there are guest quarters ready for you in the east wing."

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Obi-Wan does not go to the east wing. Instead, you lead him towards your own chambers. Someone, thankfully, has lit a fire in your sitting room and you both sit cross-legged on the rug on the floor as close as is possible next to the roaring flames.

You've each taken off your sodden outerwear. If possible, Obi-Wan looks even more dashing wet through, his light undershirt clinging to his muscled torso underneath.

Neither of you have spoken since you sat down and as you both watch the flames from the fire reflect in the other's eyes, a tension-filled silence fills the room and sets your heart racing until you think it might burst.

When you can bear it no longer and you see no point in prolonging further pretence, you grab Obi-Wan by the front of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. It is not like your first, so many years ago. This is a deep and passionate embrace, full of desire. He responds immediately to your touch this time, his lips crashing almost roughly against yours.

The Jedi's hands are round your waist, at the nape of your neck, the small of your back, tangled up in your hair, seemingly all at once. You start to unbutton the fastenings on his shirt, tearing at them with one hand, while the other travels urgently down his chest towards his abdomen.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan leaps to his feet and turns his back to you, his broad shoulders rising and falling rapidly. As you've seen him do so often in recent weeks, he brings a hand to his face and rubs his beard. You think this new habit has probably replaced the old one of tugging on his Padawan braid.

"Have I upset you?" you ask quietly, the sting of confusion and rejection, worrying its way under your skin.

"No, Princess," his voice is an earnest whisper as he sits back down in front of you, grasping your hands in his, "Never."

"I still dream of that kiss we shared all those years ago," he admits suddenly, his voice low and full of longing.

Obi-Wan cups your face gently in his hands and looks at you, brows furrowed with emotion, his gaze penetrating right through your soul and setting it aflame.

"Now, seeing you again after all these years, I dream of what it would be like to hold you, to share your life, to....share your bed. These past weeks, I have yearned for you, you must know that."

Your foreheads are touching now, your nose presses into his face, and your fingers are suddenly entwined in his wet, golden hair. You can feel his heart raging against his chest as if it is fighting to escape, just as your own is.

"Obi-Wan..." you say, open-mouthed against his cheek, breathless with need for him.

He closes his eyes and brushes his lips against yours, but he doesn't quite allow himself to kiss you. Instead, after a moment of breathing each other in and out, he pulls away gently.

"But that's all they are," his voice has returned to it's usual refined timbre, "I'm sorry, but they are just dreams. It's all I can allow them to be."

His words are like a thousand tiny knives to your heart and you can't help feeling how cruel it was of him to give you hope and then tear it away like that. You stand up sharply and walk to the window, gazing out onto the storm raging across Vitis, a mere spring shower compared to the tumult now roiling within you.

"You must understand, I have pledged my life to the Jedi Order..."

"You were a child when you made that pledge..." you scoff and you despise the bitterness in your own voice.

He walks across the room to join you and puts his hand on your shoulder.

"All the same. It is made. And now we are at war. I have obligations, I have responsibilities to the Order and to the Republic"

You turn to him and place your hands on his broad chest. His heartbeat has slowed and you know you are losing him. It's like he's flicked some internal switch and raised a barrier between you.

"Then let us have each other, just this once," you whisper urgently, emboldened by desire and the fear that this chance to love him as you've always wanted is slipping away forever.

Obi-Wan touches your face and smiles sadly.

"If we did, I would never be able to leave you again, not for a single moment. I would be your prisoner forever."

"Then stay," you plead through tears, even though you already know his answer, "Stay with me."

"I can't."

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Now

Obi-Wan Kenobi is sitting on a wall in Mos Eisley's market place. You are pleased to see that he looks much more like his old self. His head is held high and there is a look of calm on his handsome face. The clothes he is wearing are much neater than before, almost reminiscent of his old Jedi robes, and he has tidied up his hair and beard.

You walk towards him, but he doesn't notice you. You don't say his name. Instead, you quietly sit down next to him and let the back of your hand rest against his. You feel the strong tendons there tense.

He doesn't look at you. His head drops, and his eyes close as if he couldn't stand for it not to be you. Lightly, he moves his hand so that his knuckles rub gently against yours.

"Hello old friend," you say.

"Princess."

The use of your old title sounds natural and right on his tongue and you hope he never stops using it.

Obi-Wan finally looks up at you and his eyes, still dazzling shards of icy blue, gleam with tears. You reach out and touch his face, his stubble pleasantly rough under your hand. You take in the lines around his eyes, deeper now, and the distinguished flecks of silver in his beard and hair. The sight of him is more beautiful, more familiar to you than you can bear.

"You still look the same," you say, your voice shaking slightly.

He smiles and turns his face to gently kiss the heel of your palm that is resting against his cheek.

"And you are more radiant than ever."

He helps you take down your market stall early for the day and you take him into your home where you speak for hours in hushed tones and tell each other everything of your lives in the years since you were last together.

Then, as the twin suns of Tatooine set behind your little domed house in the sand, you lead him to your bed.

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You are curled up on your side against Obi-Wan's solid, warm chest. For the first time in years you feel safe, entwined in his strong arms, listening to the steady, sonorous rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I have always loved you," he whispers tenderly in your ear, tucking away a stray lock of hair back from your cheek.

"And I you," you say and you mean it.

Still, you can't help but smile sadly as you think of the last time you saw him that fateful night of the storm of Vitis before everything fell apart.

"But of course, you already knew that," you add.

"I am sorry, truly."

"Obi-Wan..." you start to interrupt, worried that your words sounded resentful.

"For all the wasted years," he continues.

He needs to say this, you realise. So you let him.

"If I'd known how the Republic would fall, how the Jedi Order would fail, how the Empire... Well, I never would have denied us this."

He brings his lips to your shoulder and traces a trail of kisses down your arm. His beard tickles.

"No one could have known, Obi-Wan. You did what you thought was right at the time. We all did. And now here we are together again. We made it back to each other. Two old relics of a past age."

"Oh come now, we're not that old," he quips, and you are happy to hear that his tone has lightened again.

You grin mischievously and wriggle out of his arms to push him down onto his back and roll on top of him.

"Prove it," you whisper, as you come to rest on his abdomen and lean down to kiss him on the nose.

His eyes widen in surprise and then in boyish delight as he grasps you firmly by your hips. "Again?!" he laughs and he throws his head back in mirth at his own joke, his eyes squeezing shut so that they crinkle beautifully at the corners.

It is a joyful, youthful, transcendental sound and suddenly, you are back under the Whispering Tree in the green meadows of Vitis with a young Jedi, an unwritten future together stretching out endlessly in front of you.

[teratocrat]

A single yellow dwarf, unremarkable, of about 1.0218 solar masses. And in its corona, dancing aurora-dragons, ribbons and feathers of nine-colored light, singing and reciting poetry to each other and hitching freezing rides on the asteroids and comets that swing close enough to the star to leap out onto.

One small, dense planet, frosted over with incandescent stormclouds that snow lead flakes onto the slopes of volcanoes whose calderas are choked with galena coral reefs, the bones of colonies of radiation-tolerant extremophilic microorganisms, and where sulfur-swamps coat the lazy tideless beaches of the planet's only ocean, stirred and tilled by people like lanky bundles of black ironstraw, who heap their storehouses high with xanthous dried fusegrass.

One larger, much cooler planet, the calcite gleam of its moon hidden from the surface much of the time by cloudcover. warm, shallow, mildly acidic seas of lavender mucous, tentative marshes of weeping fuschia ferns, translucent lapine blobs with probing antennae that could be eyes or ears or questing tongues, and in the middle of the deepest ocean, a massive gelatinous thing, a superorganism like a rose with its stem plunging down into the volcanic baths of an oceanic rift, a mind from whom all other minds on this planet came and to which they occasionally return, eager to share their stories.

One rocky planet, bitterly cold and with the merest wisps of atmosphere clinging to it. Lifeless, all its water burned off it by baleful solar glare, the vast horizon-spanning saltpan seafloors bone-bare under the violet sky, and its moon hanging above like a clenched fist of black basalt.

An asteroid belt, scattered diamond motes of ice and stone and clay and metals, with three dwarf planets in its embrace, and the largest of them bearing a banner of silver and midnight, a unicorn guarding some alien tree.

A planet one might almost mistake for Earth, for all its snake-necked tortoise-camels and gold-feathered tigermen, for all its gleaming pentagonal ziggurats of diamond and steel, its three space elevators anchored in the emerald forests that girdle the equator, the capital of an interplanetary empire founded at the mouth of an immense river lazily piling hundreds of tons of silt a year into delta marshes, its vast ports berthing wide, flat-bottomed barges hauling iron and salt and sand and cinnabar, barrels of fish and wine and oil and perfumes, tigerman janissaries and scholars and poets and wizards, all tallied and accounted for in the lightning thoughts of supercomputers domesticated by bureaucracy. spaceplanes like silver songbirds or leaping fish ferrying the nobility (who disdain regular shuttle flights from the tips of the space elevators as base transportation for commoners) from the surface of the planet to its moon above, or to any number of gleaming stations in high orbit.

A gas giant, pale as pearl streaked with delicate pink and green pastels, skirted by dozens of captured child-moons, many of them bearing the same unicorn banner, some of them mined for this or that rare earth element, cities buried under the shielding crust of a scant handful, and two of them habitiformed enough to support imperial hunting grounds - managed grasslands or forests full of imported game - and hunting lodges of squat domes and towering spires, mirrored labyrinthine greenhouse-gardens and treasure-vaults of platinum jewelry set with nebula-gems snatched from their condensation-nests in the gas giant's depths.

Another gas giant, the blues and purples of a ripe plum blushing from clouds of midnight-black marbled with gold, icy rings slicing through swirling lunar orbits, merchants and mercenaries and privateers gliding from port to port in their sapphire-hulled ships, out where the empire scrabbles to find purchase. hollowed-out asteroids house cylindrical farms or monasteries of fatalistic leonine faiths or the huddled bodies of wound-down murine clockwork eunuchs, commissioned to advise and amuse some tiger-empress whose phoenix standard had long since faded into obscurity by the time the founder of the unicorn-banner dynasty first rallied soldiers to his cause.

An Earth-sized ball of grey-green ice, glassy smooth surfaces broken up by cryovolcanoes pumping volatiles up from a sooty core to rain down again in miserable pattering drizzles of methane through ammonia blizzards.

An ice giant, the immense azure sphere its inward neighbor might have been were it not for the vagaries of fate as involved in early star system formation, accompanied by seventeen bitterly cold moons whose tides have woven something enormous and ponderous of thought out of the inner sea of supercritical fluids.

a dozen or more dwarf planets of packed stone and ice, swinging through the outer black clouds on vastly elliptical orbits, witnesses to tumbling nickel-iron visitors and alien probes relaying streams of blurry photography and other observations back to some unknown homeworld as they fall endlessly through interstellar space.

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Coming in Hot!

“May the sun bring you new energy by day. May the moon softly restore you by night.” Apache Blessing

Baby, it’s hot outside! Cuts and bruises from gardening in my preferred wardrobe of my bathing suit are a small price to pay to remain cooler. Our water bills are bound to be bigger this next cycle because of the recent heat wave that sent most of us craving the cooling restoration of the moon. We have buckets in the showers and sinks to collect every extra drop of H2O.  We save all gray water for our plants.

Last month I showcased my spectacular hillside wildflower garden after I had completed the hand-weeding. With the 100-degree-plus temperatures that lasted over ten days, that beauty is gone, replaced by dried plants that will be cut before this article is published.  (The before photo is above and this photo below is the after.)

Not many blooms can withstand this heat. Fortunately, my trusty and drought-friendly natives, roses, clematis, agapanthus, pink bower vine, seafoam statice, lavender, potato vine, oleander, hollyhocks, and acanthus brighten the landscape with their flowers. The sea of bumble bee-loving blue nigella blossoms that last month blanketed the orchard has metamorphosed into seedpods. 

I am collecting them to give to attendees of the forthcoming September 28th Pear and Wine Festival who will visit our Be the Star You Are!® booth where our volunteers will be celebrating our 25th anniversary with the public. (For info, visit https://www.bethestaryouare.org/events-2)

Although my family were “dry farmers” meaning that we didn’t irrigate the orchard or vines, allowing the winter rains to do their job, when heat waves arrived, we had our orders. Our dad had purchased a 1940s fire truck with a huge water tank and retrofitted it as our irrigation truck. Beginning when I was age 8, my job was to slowly drive the fire truck through the narrow rows, moving from vine to vine and tree to tree while my younger sister opened the spigots. When the tanks were empty, I drove to the well to refill. In this way, we protected our harvest when the thermometer skyrocketed into triple digits.

We don’t have vintage fire trucks with water tanks to irrigate our gardens. How can we protect our precious gardens during extremely scorching weeks? By planting your garden with heat-tolerant and drought-tolerant varieties your chances of enjoying a beautiful landscape throughout the summer increase. In addition to succulents, the plants blooming in my landscape fit that description. However, this is NOT the time to plant new specimens, unless you only need a few color spots of annuals. (Whatever plants you purchase, make sure to watch and water diligently.) Wait until the cooler days in the fall to go on a shopping spree.  In the meantime, watch for signs of heat-related stress such as wilting, leaves curling, yellowing, and browning. Here are actions you can immediately employ this summer that will help keep your garden alive.

WATER, WATER, WATER: Check soil moisture regularly. Stick a pencil or chopstick in the soil. If it is dry when removed, your plants are thirsty. Early morning or later in the evening are the best times to water. Water deeply and longer than normal. Make sure the moisture is penetrating and not running off. My preference for irrigation is late evening because the plants have hours to rehydrate. Soaker hoses and drip irrigation minimize evaporation while delivering water directly to the roots.

MISTING: When it is super-hot, plants, like people, enjoy a light misting. This helps cool the plant tissue. For indoor plants, place a tray of water under the container to increase the humidity,

SHADE, SHADE, SHADE: Use umbrellas, shade cloth, or garden fabric to cover your most sensitive plants. Build temporary tents with burlap or even bedsheets. I prefer umbrellas over my very sensitive gardenias which can be quickly removed with temperature adjustments.

MOVE PATIO POTS: Move container gardens to shaded areas.  Be cognizant of water needs. Deep soak most containers daily because they dry out quickly.

WEED, WEED, WEED: Weeds compete with plants for moisture and nutrients. Eliminate weeds as necessary.

MULCH, MULCH, MULCH: Organic matter will increase the holding capacity of your soil. Water regularly. Mulch retains moisture in the soil longer.

REFRAIN FROM FERTILIZING AND PRUNING: Avoid heavy feeding or pruning during heat waves as these actions stress your plants. If a fertilizer is needed, choose an organic, balanced slow-release option.

Make sure to refill fountains and birdbaths to provide drinks for the wildlife. The birds, hummingbirds, bees, butterflies, bats, and other pollinators are grateful visitors. Foxes, skunks, raccoons, rabbits, reptiles, and squirrels have also enjoyed a cool cocktail in my water features!

When we work in the garden, we can easily get dehydrated. Drink plenty of water, wear sunglasses, sunscreen, and a big hat. Jump in your swimming pool or spray yourself with a hose when you feel heated, whether you are wearing your bathing suit or your overalls! Softly restore your spirit with the moon, and rejuvenate your body under the stars with the cooler nights. This summer is coming in hot!

Happy Gardening. Happy Growing. Stay cool! Photos and more: https://lamorindaweekly.com/archive/issue1811/Digging-Deep-with-Goddess-Gardener-Cynthia-Brian-Coming-in-HOT.html

For more gardening advice for all seasons, check out Growing with the Goddess Gardenerat https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/books. Raised in the vineyards of Napa County, Cynthia Brian is a New York Times best-selling author, actor, radio personality, speaker, media and writing coach as well as the Founder and Executive Director of Be the Star You Are!® 501 c3 which was just honored as the 2024 Nonprofit of the Year by the Moraga Chamber of Commerce. Tune into Cynthia’s StarStyle® Radio Broadcast at www.StarStyleRadio.com. Her newest children’s picture book, Books in the Barnyard: Oh Deer!, from the series, Stella Bella’s Barnyard Adventures is available at https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/online-store. Hire Cynthia for writing projects, garden consults, and inspirational lectures. Cynthia@GoddessGardener.com  

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Of Course He Said Yes.

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Summary: Nicky finds the perfect rings and decides it's high time he proposes to his husband again.

No warnings apply.

*The poetry I used is not mine I combined some different lines I found on the internet*

"Oh." Nicky said aloud then quickly looked around to be sure no one else had heard him. He was in the clear. Joe had ran next door to get them iced tea while Nicky looked around the antique store, and no one else was around.

He looked back at the box with two of the most beautiful rings he'd seen in a long time. One was silver with a light sea blue winding around it and the other was the same color of blue with silver winding around it. He picked one up and realized there was half of a tiny sun carved into it and he was excited to see that it fit perfectly with the other tiny half of a sun, and it made the blue and silver align to look like one larger ring.

The rings might as well have been made for them, they were even the perfect size, except Nicky didn't think he could ever think that far into a ring. It reminded him of their visits to Malta and he was sure Joe would make the connection because the blue matched the blue of the sea perfectly.

Nicky didn't even check the price tag he just looked around to make sure Joe was no where in sight and walked up to the counter. "I'll take these, please." He smiled at the tired looking cashier.

The cashier picked up the box to scan the tag. "We've had these here for so long I wasn't sure anyone was going to buy them. I don't know why though, they're very pretty rings." He commented as he rung up his purchase.

Nicky smiled. "They were waiting for the right home."

The cashier only nodded absently at Nicky's comment, as Nicky handed over the money.

He slipped the box into his pocket and then went back to looking around the store. 

Except now he wasn't actually looking at anything. His mind was going in a million different directions as he pondered the best way to give them to Joe. 

When Joe walked in with their drinks looking like he belonged on the cover of a magazine (at least that was Nicky's humble opinion), with his shorts, t-shirt, and sunglasses. He gave Nicky the same bright smile he always gave him, and even though Nicky couldn't see his eyes he knew they were shining, and he knew exactly how he wanted to present these rings to his beloved. He was going to propose to him. Again. 

****

The rings he carefully stashed in his sniper case, hopefully a place Joe wouldn't look, while Nicky ironed out all the details for his big night. The only downside to sharing everything with Joe was it did make surprise gifts a little more work. Not that he would ever actually complain.

Clothes and storage space weren't the only things they shared. He was so used to telling Joe everything that he had been struggling to keep the cat in the bag, since all he could think about was how good the rings were going to look on Joe's fingers. 

But he managed to keep quiet and he didn't think Joe suspected a thing when Nicky asked him to go out Friday night. 

"Of course I'll go out Friday. Anywhere in particular you want to go?" Joe asked. 

Nicky brushed a loose curl off Joe's forehead. "I've got all the details planned out. It's a surprise." 

Joe raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" 

"Just something small I think you'll enjoy." Nicky said, trying to seem nonchalant. 

Joe grinned. "I'll enjoy any surprise if it's from you." 

**** 

Nicky led Joe to a secluded part of the beach where he had already set up a blanket, dishes, silverware, drinks, and a radio. He carried a cooler for the food in one hand and Joe's hand in his other. 

He smiled at Joe's excitement at having dinner on the beach. It wasn't Malta but the beach held a special place in their hearts no matter where they were. It wasn't as warm as Nicky had hoped but neither of them were really bothered by that. 

They settled on the blanket, side by side so that their shoulders and legs still touched. 

Nicky began pulling out the food he had prepared. He had asked Joe to stay out of the kitchen all afternoon so that dinner would also be a surprise, and now proudly presented the kabsa, tabbouleh, falafel, and date cookies he'd worked so hard on.

Joe grinned ear to ear at Nicky's choice of food. "You know just what I like." He nuzzled Nicky's neck in gratitude. 

"You would say the same thing if I'd brought lunch meat sandwiches." Nicky teased.

"That's because it's a gift from the heart, so it's all special." Joe says. "But you know these dishes are favorites of mine, and I know how much work you put in, so you should know how much I appreciate you." Joe kissed Nicky's cheek.

Nicky pointed the spoon he was dishing out the food with at Joe, his eyes full of amusement."Keep saying things like that and I'll have no choice but to make sure you eat extra date cookies."

"I'll have to keep that in mind." 

Joe took his first bite and nearly kissed Nicky then and there. He would have if he wasn't so hungry and unable to get enough of the delicious food. 

"Babe, I haven't had food this good since the last time you made it." He said blissfully, pausing only after he'd taken several bites of everything, tilting back his head.

"If you're not careful all these compliments are going to go to my head." He laughed, thrilled by Joe's reaction. 

"That's right where they should go, you have every right to be full of pride when you cook food this good." 

Nicky laughed again. "It's only because I had an eager taste tester to feed for all these years, that I practiced at all." 

"Ha!" Joe barked out. "I didn't trust you with my family's secret tabbouleh recipe for months after we started traveling together." 

"But I won you over." 

Joe couldn't stand it anymore and leaned in to give Nicky a proper kiss on the mouth.

"Boy, did you ever." Joe said after they parted.

They finished their meal and enjoyed desert, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, sharing long, sweet, kisses, and listening to the quiet music that played on the radio.

"Will you come with me? I have something I'd like to show you." Nicky asked, after their food had settled.

Joe looked surprised that there could be more to this already magical evening, but stood up without asking questions. 

Nicky took his hand and led him over to a cave in the rocks, he pulled out his phone's flashlight, motioning for Joe to do the same, and then led them inside. 

They kept walking, Nicky leading the way never doubting which way to go, until he led them to where it opened up, reveling an underground lake. 

It was beautiful and Joe could only stop and stare at how the water rippled, how the water and rocks caught the light, and how large the cavern they were in was. 

"Incredible." Joe whispered. 

Nicky squeezed his hand. "Thought you'd want to see it." 

Joe nodded still taking in the scene before him. 

"Now one more thing, if I could direct your attention over to this particular wall?" Nicky shined his flashlight to where he would like Joe to look.

Joe walked over to the wall, trying to figure out why it was important. "Oh, there's writing here." 

"I carved it into the wall so that it would last for a long time as a reminder of my love for you." Nicky explained. "Would you do me the honor of reading it out loud all the way through?" Nicky asked. 

"How long did that take you?" Joe murmured running his hand along the writing. "Of course I'll read it aloud." Joe cleared his throat and began. 

"I named the stars, one by one, after every favorite memory of you. I have late conversations with the moon; he tells me about the sun, and I tell him about you. my soul burns bright and it burns true but it burns only for you. You. Until the end of my days, you." 

Joe turned around, his heart melting and overcome with the love he felt, to find Nicky on one knee holding open a box with two rings in it. 

"Yusuf, will you marry me?" 

Joe couldn't speak. It didn't matter that they were already married, that they are more than that, but he wasn't sure if there was a word for what they are. It didn't matter that they had done this to each other more than a few times over the centuries. It didn't matter that he had already pledged himself to Nicky more times than he could count in more ways than he could name. 

Seeing the effort Nicky had put into this night to woo him, to sweep him off his feet, left Joe feeling more emotions than he knew what to do with. 

After a few moments of him trying and failing to speak, which he could tell just by his face Nicky was glowing at his ability to steal Joe's voice from him, he managed to squeak out. "Yes. Of course my answer is yes, I will always choose you Niccolò." 

Then they were kissing and hugging, trying to find air and space to kiss and talk at the same time to tell each other how much they love each other, how they would never have anyone else, how much they mean to each other. 

The world outside faded away and left them with nothing but this space and each other. 

"The rings! I want you to see the rings, Joe." Nicky said once they had stopped kissing each other like their life depended on it. 

"Yes, please, I need to see them." 

They still held onto each other as Nicky turned just enough to grab the box that lay forgotten on the ground. 

Nicky slid them onto Joe's fingers, gently and carefully replacing the old with the new. 

Joe held up his hand to admire them and get a better look with the flashlight. 

His breath caught in his throat and all he managed to breath out was "Malta." Before he was kissing Nicky again. 

"My love, my life, my everything, they are perfect the most beautiful rings a man could ask for." He said in between showering Nicky with kisses. 

"Knew you'd think of that as soon as I spotted them and thought of it myself." Nicky answered in between kisses. 

Nicky felt like he was on top of the world, and the luckiest man alive. This night was a perfect night.

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Places Carrie Mathison Has Lived: New York City Edition

this installment of my carrie’s apartments series is close to my heart because i also live in brooklyn, though not close to carrie. the show actually filmed a scene just a block from my apartment, but for obvious reasons i’m not going to specify which scene. i know, season six is overall meh with the exception of carrie’s blazers, but my lizard brain still goes, “that’s where i live!” so i give it more leeway than i probably should. 

carrie lives in the bedford-stuyvesant neighborhood of brooklyn, which was once primarily home to black and latino families but unfortunately is in the process of gentrifying. some light googling tells me they filmed the interior apartment scenes on a soundstage in another brooklyn neighborhood called greenpoint, which begs the question: why didn’t they just make carrie live there? greenpoint has also been gentrified but is mostly home to eastern european immigrants, so the writers could have avoided the questionable racial implications of carrie living in bed-stuy, particularly when she’s working at a non-profit that promotes racial justice. and greenpoint is also more convenient to her office in williamsburg! i know the answer to this question is probably just “brownstones look pretty,” and there are lots of brownstones in bed-stuy but not in greenpoint, but i’ll still bitch about it.

anyway, we know from quinn’s escape to the bodega in 6.02 that carrie lives close to the intersection of throop avenue and halsey street, which means she lives off of the kingston-throop A and C trains and a sort-of far walk from the bedford-nostrand G. she probably takes the G to work in williamsburg. this is information that’s only important to me, but i love public transit. 

the bike lane sign in the screenshot above reminds me how much i loved seeing carrie biking around berlin. even though nyc isn’t nearly as bike-friendly, i hope she does the same in brooklyn. 

carrie appears to have free reign of the entire brownstone, which must have been two separate units at some point — both where she and franny live and the ~garden apartment~ on the basement level that has both a full bath and kitchen. she obviously can’t afford to rent out an entire brownstone in new york city, even in bed-stuy, so my headcanon is that otto bought it as an investment property and is letting carrie and franny stay in it at a heavily discounted rate.

brownstones are typically long and skinny, as we see here. there are really only two rooms on the first floor: the living room and the kitchen.

i love seeing all of franny’s drawings strung up on the living room wall and her chalkboard/easel in the corner. this fixes an issue i had with carrie’s berlin apartment, which was that there was a weird lack of kid stuff. i don’t think that means anything on its own — we see in 5.01 how devoted carrie was to her seemingly normal life as a mother — but it’s nice to see more little touches in her brooklyn apartment. 

i assume the fireplace in the left-hand corner isn’t actually usable, but it does make the living room look homier. i’m surprised there isn’t more carpeting, since carrie loves a patterned rug. the living room looks a little cold without it. maybe she isn’t done decorating yet, though i think we’re supposed to believe they’ve been in nyc for a few months.

there’s a tv next to the fireplace in 6.05 that isn’t there in 6.01, which is very strange placement. the only furniture opposite the tv is a desk and chair, so there’s nowhere to sit comfortably while watching. i don’t think carrie spends a lot of time watching tv, but that’s still a confusing choice. i do like franny’s fuzzy chair with bunny ears, though. carrie probably ordered it on amazon but i like to imagine her schlepping it in and out of a cab.

now for the kitchen:

one nice thing the show did to convince us that this is an apartment carrie could maybe afford is that it’s not newly renovated: all the kitchen appliances are basic and/or old, and the countertops look like plastic laminate and are chipped along the edges. and there’s no room for the nice cutting boards or espresso machine she had in germany! i always find barstools charming even if they’re just a cheat to make an efficient use of counter space.

my favorite detail in the kitchen is the trio of framed drawings done by franny. again, i love all the “carrie’s a mom, remember?” touches.

the curtains are a gold color and match the curtains in the living room! carrie learned some design lessons in berlin.

even in the daytime the whole first floor feels really dark, which makes me miss the floor-to-ceiling windows in berlin. i brightened the screenshots a lot to see the details, but especially in the living room, the sunlight just doesn’t reach all the way across the house. the lack of natural light (and the fact that they filmed during the late fall) does a lot of quick work to set the dreary tone that persists for the entire season. i can’t help but compare it to the americans, which also filmed in brooklyn in the fall/winter, but at least the indoor scenes in that show were well-lit and generally warmer in both color and tone. 

i associate the early seasons of homeland with warm yellows, probably because they filmed either in the desert or in charlotte in the summertime. the shift to gray winter skies and heavy coats is a little jarring, even with berlin in the middle as a transitional urban, cooler season. 

that door behind carrie goes out to a set of stairs and their little backyard/patio:

it’s common, if a little depressing, to have bars on first-floor windows as shown in the second shot above, both to child-proof an apartment from the inside and to prevent break-ins. our first view of franny for the season is through those bars, but i’m not entirely sure what the symbolism is supposed to be. carrie already feels a separation from franny, maybe? this shot especially feels super foreboding.

carrie continues her trend of killer outdoor lounge furniture (remember the multiple chaises on her DC patio?) with the wooden chair with blue cushions right outside the back door. there are also more potted plants than i believe carrie would purchase/remember to water, especially in the winter, but maybe she figures if they’re outside they’ll get enough rain to survive.

i don’t have a lot to say about the patio itself other than i’m jealous that carrie has outdoor space.

inside by the stairs/front entryway is a framed berlin jazz poster which makes me inexplicably happy, and follows the same trend with the jazz posters she had in her DC apartment. it’s hard to tell what’s in the photos, so i’m choosing to believe they’re pictures of places she and franny loved in berlin, including some of the two of them taken by jonas. there is absolutely a photo of franny and carrie at the birthday party we saw in 5.01 where carrie’s wearing that balloon hat.

we don’t get to see a lot of the second floor, but i’m going to assume it’s just franny’s room, carrie’s room, carrie’s weird conspiracy closet, and a bathroom.

franny’s room is very colorful, with the rainbow sheets and rainbow polka dot curtains. it makes up for the dreariness of the first floor. behind carrie in that second shot is franny’s star lamp, which i love but have many questions about. it’s obviously an allusion to brody, of which there are many in season 6, probably because they’re in new york city and brody would have never served/been captured/turned/bonded with carrie if not for 9/11. assuming that carrie purchased this lamp for franny with brody’s memory in mind, does franny have anything else that’s star themed? if not, why this lamp? did carrie explain to franny that stars make her think of franny’s father, or is it just a secret nod for carrie alone? how often does carrie talk to franny about brody, if at all?

now we move to carrie’s conspiracy closet:

i’ve been in enough brownstones to know that sometimes there are strange inexplicable tiny rooms, which is what we have here. i’m sure this would be advertised as an office space on streeteasy but it really looks like a glorified closet with a confusing number of doors leading off of it. i count three total including the one saul came in — what are all these doors? i think the one on saul’s right goes to franny’s room but i don’t have a great spatial brain and i’m not confident about that assessment.

this conspiracy board reveal was kinda anticlimactic since very little happens with it, but i still felt like i needed to include it as a separate room since carrie clearly spends a lot of time here. 

i wish we got to see carrie’s bedroom because i love to scrutinize the art she has, but sadly we’re limited to franny’s room. i’m going to assume there’s a full bath up here somewhere, and a half bath downstairs that we don’t see. 

finally, we have the basement apartment that carrie allegedly rents out on airbnb. in real life it likely would be marketed as an entire unit separate from the two floors above, but since otto owns the entire brownstone / is in love with carrie he’s just letting her do whatever she wants with it.

the full kitchen is what convinces me it was supposed to be an independent unit — no one has a stove and sink and lots of cabinets in their basement. like we saw in carrie’s kitchen, none of the appliances are fancy and the countertops are nothing special, which makes the room look kinda drab but does help sell the idea that carrie could actually live here. there’s also some water damage in the corner by the fridge. i’m not sure why they decided to be realistic in season 6 — can we all recall carrie’s unnecessary two-bedroom townhouse in DC? — and it’s not particularly fun to watch, but i’m not mad about it.

the living room area of this basement actually looks cozier than carrie’s living room, with all the pillows and the exposed brick wall. i have a weakness for exposed brick walls, as we know from carrie’s DC apartment, and here it goes pretty far to make the space look homey. the couch looks like it matches the chair on her patio (with the wood frame + blue cushions), so does that mean the patio chair is meant for normal indoor use? why is it outside?? 

as we know from her berlin apartment, carrie really loves a two-curtain combo with a sheer under layer. these are dark green, similar to the navy ones she loved in berlin but not the same. i do like the thought of carrie taking her navy curtains with her from germany and relegating them to the basement to avoid the constant reminder of her past life, but i also have no desire to think about what it would mean that quinn ends up living in the basement with her jonas curtains. so those must be new! 

in summary: musings about carrie’s role in gentrification, the color palette of the show, berlin jazz poster + photos, franny’s art on the walls, star lamp, a basement living room that’s cozier than carrie’s actual living room!

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Mermaid Teething Clip

Solicitations can take various structures with both the greeting style and technique for conveyance. Utilize your creative mind for entertainment only approaches to welcome your visitors:

A few Examples:

Spy party: "ID cards" sent through the mail or have the birthday youngster drop the welcome on the front entryway, ring the doorbell and run and hide.The beneficiary will see just the "secret welcome" - not the deliverer... baffling! Send the welcome in code...

Princess gatherings can be declared with moved up scrolls

Cowhand party welcomes can be teabag-stained and roasted "needed banners".

Privateer Invites can be a "message in a container".

Greeting Wording

You can have loads of fun with the greeting phrasing:

Your home can take on a change sense of self: "Smith Cove" (Pirate Party), "Smith Spy School", or The "Smith Ranch" (Cowboy Party).

You can have your visitors RSVP to "The Royal Butler and Maid" (Princess Party), "Sheriff Smith" (Cowboy Party), "EGROEG and ARUAL" (George and Laura - spell your name in reverse for Alien Space Party flare)... get imaginative with your greeting phrasing!

Gathering Decorations

Two of the best items for designing for a birthday celebration are Balloons and Streamers!

Decorations

Decorations can be utilized from various perspectives:

Green decorations can be torn to various lengths and afterward folded/uncrumpled and dangled from the roof as "kelp" (undersea/mermaid/privateer subject).

Blue decorations can be curved and hung for "water".

Red decorations can be "fire" (fireman party).

Multi-shaded decorations can be folded into "blossoms" (princess/bloom power gathering), and adhered to the divider or made into "flower bundles".

Decorations can be utilized as "room dividers" and make shoddy "tents/walkways".

Orange/yellow decorations can be taped befuddled in a lobby as a "Laser shaft Obstacle Course" (Spy Party).

Decorations can be utilized anyplace you need a sprinkle of shading (even outside). Make decorations out of anything (shaded trash containers, paper, texture, and so on) Do be cautious where you place them as decorations are not flame resistant.

Inflatables

With Helium

Inflatables are happy and have a ton of effect. In the event that you purchase/lease a helium tank you can truly spruce up your scene with inflatables.

With helium inflatables you can burden them with loads or let them buoy to the roof.

Helium Balloons - Anchored

Anchor inflatables with swell loads - or make your own. Make loads with a 1 foot square of mylar/wrapping paper/cellophane-loading up with sand/sweets/stones at that point uniting the 4 corners and tying it up with lace.

It is vital to burden your inflatables on the off chance that you have them outside as inflatables can unleash destruction with electrical cables (particularly foil inflatables). Helium Balloons can be given at the gathering's end as cute gifts joined to a slap arm band/expand weight, or attached to the youngster.

Helium Balloons - Floating

Buoy your helium expands up to the roof (ensure the roof is certainly not a harsh/finished one).

Append a long twisting strip to the neck of the inflatable and twist the lace over a scissor cutting edge.

From the finish of the strip append a star/fish/shape produced using mylar/gleaming paper, (poke a hole in the pattern first).

Send the inflatable up to the roof and the star will hang suspended in mid-air.

To make the inflatables coast somewhat more, tie the inflatable neck firmly (and tie the strip underneath the inflatable neck tie).

On the off chance that you need the inflatables to drift longer than the standard 6-12 hours ( I've seen them coast for 10 days!) spurt in some "Hey FLOAT" ( a water-based polymer that seals within the inflatable ).

Inflatables will skim longer in a cooler climate with high moistness.

Air-filled Balloons

To get the "helium inflatables on the roof" look without the expense, tape inflatables to the roof (nobody will at any point know).

You needn't bother with helium for astounding inflatable style, Balloon "mists" can be suspended from the roof with string and inflatables can be folded over posts, wires, and integrated with segments and curves.

To get the "helium swell take home gift" without the helium, use expand "saucers and sticks". The inflatable is turned around the cup-molded "saucer" and afterward the inflatable and saucer can be set on the "stick", you don't have to tie-off the inflatable!

Appropriate Inflating of Balloons

All inflatables ought to be a similar estimate and be accurately swelled. An accurately swelled inflatable is molded like a water drop - not a light (overinflated) and not round (underinflated).

Try not to explode every one of the inflatables yourself it will make you dazed, and is unsanitary (particularly in the event that you have a virus).

It's ideal to get an inflatable siphon.

Gathering Starters

Get the gathering going in a great manner or with an "opening ruse", to loosen things up and get the shyer kids into the swing of the gathering.

Wear an ensemble or have some interesting method to invite your visitors.

For instance:

At a Spy party you could make the visitors produce their ID's after entering your home, or - by murmuring through the entryway direct them to enter the indirect access/storm cellar entryway. Read More

At a Royal Party somebody could report the visitors (possibly a goof-ball companion), with the "Illustrious Formula" (underneath).

Gathering Names

It's a good time for the youngsters to have an "change sense of self"/exceptional name at the gathering.

For Example:

At a government agent party - youngsters can be called by the last 4 digits of their telephone number.

Kids at a space gathering can be called by their real name in reverse (attempt it with your name - it for the most part sounds Alien ).

Youngsters at a princess/illustrious gathering can be called by the "Imperial Formula" which is: "Master/Lady (Child's name)(Grandparent's first name)(Pet name twofold barrelled with a Child's Street name).Lady Sarah Gladys Fluffy-Granville.

Sign-In Sheet

Set up a Sign-in sheet which has the name of the kid, trailed by their "party name", trailed by the youngster's location, (if necessary for cards to say thanks), email address (for messaging photographs), contact telephone numbers (if there's a need to call a parent for a hurt/anxious kid), and ultimately a space on the bookkeeping page for any hypersensitivities.

The Sign-In sheet is a record of the gathering and is extraordinary to have as a souvenir.

Watchman

It very well may be a lifeline to have a companion welcome individuals at the entryway, get their data, and welcome the youngster. The mum-at-the-entryway is the guard, and she must inform the parent as to whether you need them to remain (and help) or not.

A few guardians you should have stay and help (to man the game "stations"), different guardians can be sent rapidly "on their way" likewise with just 2-3 hours to run the gathering you don't possess energy for gab. You can make proper acquaintance! from the opposite side of the room, while your (great buddy) is on "entryway detail".

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Road Trip

Road Trip, 2k words

Jared x Jensen x OFC Elle Tags: Pg-13, road trip, lots of food and some drinking, a concert, spoiling the dog. AN: for @there-must-be-a-lock​ I don’t know that I’ve ever spent as much time with an author, in any fanfic universe, as I have with Lou in the Everything-verse. I can’t even begin to approach her sex scenes, so I didn’t even try. But I’ve done my best to write J2 with Elle the way she writes them. Haven’t read Everything yet? Head over to Amazon and get your copy of the e-book now! 

***

Elle was taken aback when she came home from the store to find her boyfriends in the living room, surrounded by their entire luggage collection. She knew their work schedule well, and didn’t think they had to travel this weekend. She stopped, a puzzled look creeping across her face. 

“Boys, are you going somewhere?” 

Jensen beckoned her over. He caressed her face, lifting her chin for a kiss. “We are going somewhere, all three of us.”

Jared bounded over and wrapped both of them in a hug. “It’s a surprise!”

Elle looked at him, expectantly. Jared was the worst in the world at keeping secrets, and she usually didn’t have to wait a full minute for him to blurt out the entire plan. 

“Jay, I swear to god-” Jensen said, a note of warning in his voice. Jared responded by miming that he was locking his lips and throwing away the key. 

“But how can I pack if I don’t know where I’m going?” Elle stepped over to claim one of the medium suitcases. 

“C’mon, you know you always wear band tees and skinny jeans, no matter what.” Jensen’s words were teasing but his tone was soft.

Elle fake-pouted. “Hey, I wear shorts too!”

“Sometimes you wear little dresses, look so cute,” Jared chimed in. “Ooh, and a swimsuit, you’ll need one of those!” 

She waited, but apparently Jensen had Jared under some kind of secrecy spell, because he stopped there. When it became clear that no more details were forthcoming, she headed to her room to pack.

***

The next morning, they rose before the sun. In spite of the early hour, Jared was bubbling over with excitement, while Jensen was checking off everything that needed to be done and packed. Elle approached their black SUV with a big yawn, hugging a pillow and her favorite blanket.

“Back seat is for you girls,” Jensen pointed. Elle climbed in, and stretched out as Daisy hopped up and settled down at her feet. The smooth motion of the car on the road soon lulled her back to sleep.

Too soon, the bright morning shining in her eyes woke her up. Making a disgruntled sound,  she sat up and looked at herself in the rearview mirror- her eyes were smudgy, her pink hair standing straight on end. She shrugged, and leaned forward between the front seats to rest her head on Jared’s shoulder.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Jensen greeted her, and she lazily turned her head to meet his voice. “You hungry?” 

“Always,” she answered, as Jared combed his fingers through her hair, making it more of a mess, not less. They drove through a Starbucks to load up on coffee and breakfast sandwiches before stopping at the next rest stop area. Elle and the boys ate while Daisy ran around in the grass. Jensen pretended not to see his partners slipping the dog bites of food. 

*** They drove steadily East, stopping every few hours for gas and snacks and to let the dog out. Some hours were quiet, everyone reading or absorbed in their own thoughts. Other hours were musical, each of them taking a turn controlling the AUX cord, but all of them singing along. And some hours were chatty, the three of them discussing anything that came to mind, from books to current events to the perfect grill dinner. They were comfortable with one another, with both conversation and silence, that was the important thing.

Elle didn’t care so much about where they were going, as long as they were together. But after lunch, she could no longer ignore the view outside her window. They were in the Blue Ridge Mountains, roads snaking over hills and around curves. At every turn, she saw peaks swathed in gauzy clouds, and valleys through a blue mist. She had driven this road a hundred times in her life. The view never failed to fill her with awe.  

She watched the road signs, counting the miles, waiting for Jared or Jensen to say something. Finally she spoke up. 

“Boys, are we going to Gatlinburg?” 

“Yes!” Jared whipped around to face her. “We booked a cabin! It’s gonna be great!” 

Jensen nodded and met her eyes in the mirror, his smile growing to match hers. 

Gatlinburg. They were headed home. It wasn’t where she had grown up, exactly, but close by. It had been the destination of almost every vacation she had taken for the first 20 years of her life. 

As they drove into town, she felt her excitement growing. It was funny how things could come back to you, even after years away. There was her favorite little coffee shop, the one with all the plants. There was the record store where she spent all of her money on every trip.

The farmers selling produce by the side of the road, that was another familiar sight. Jensen stopped at one and loaded up on fresh fruit and veggies. Jared bought an armload of fresh homemade pastries. 

She felt her sense of intrigue grow as they turned off the main road, away from the hotels and resorts, and headed back into the mountains. A little while later, Jensen finally brought the SUV to a stop in front of an expansive cabin in the woods. He stepped out from the car and stretched before opening Elle’s door. Daisy rushed out, tail wagging. 

Elle stepped out and looked around, drawing in a deep breath. The sunlight air filtered down through the trees. She could smell pine and water nearby. Something in her soul unwound a little and seemed to settle in. She looked up as she felt Jensen’s gaze on her. 

“Hey,” he asked softly, “You like this?” She nodded, too overwhelmed to put her feelings into words. Just then, Jared bounded around the car.

“You won’t believe this place that Jay booked, look!” He took her hand in his and almost dragged her inside. He gave her an enthusiastic tour: the kitchen, the living room with a fireplace, the bedrooms, the hot tub on the porch. 

Jensen followed as they skipped from room to room, his eyes never leaving her. Clearly, the two of them had spent time together, browsing the options before they rented this house. Both men were eager to see her reaction, to make sure she was happy. 

When all three of them stopped on the porch, Elle looked down, through the verdant trees, to a small stream. This was even better than she could’ve dreamed. Her boyfriends stood on either side of her, and without speaking, each slipped one arm around her. She relaxed and leaned into their embrace. She felt safe, loved, at home. 

Daisy nudged at them, whining for attention. Elle broke away from the boys to pet her, and caught sight of a grill.

“Jensen, my guess is you’ve already planned to grill something for dinner?” Of course he had. Jared carried a cooler up from the car, and pulled out steaks that had been marinating since the night before. Jensen had prepped some of the produce he had purchased on the way in, a grill basket full of peppers, onions and mushrooms, with a side of asparagus.

While they cooked, she took a quick shower. The master bathroom was expansive, with a big glassed in shower and a deep garden tub. She smiled, anticipating the things the three of them could do in there. She slipped into one of the short dresses she had packed. It was comfortable, light and soft. She was glad Jared had suggested it. 

That night, the three of them ate until they couldn’t eat any more. Even Jensen slipped a bite or two of steak to the dog. The sun set and the stars came out and they still lingered on the porch, talking and laughing. Long after midnight, Jensen steered Elle to the bedroom they had picked out for her. Jared made sure she had her meds and a bottle of water. She relaxed into the expanse of clean white sheets and pillows, and fell asleep. 

*** Elle slept in late the next morning, later than she was ever able to sleep in their apartment. She woke up slowly, but was lured to the kitchen by the smell of coffee. Jensen was making scrambled eggs loaded with veggies and cheese, while Jared was digging into the pastries he bought the day before. 

She enjoyed good morning kisses from both her boyfriends before she settled down with a plate of food and a mug of coffee. Propped up on the table in front of her was an envelope with her name.

“Boys?” She asked, as she reached for it. Both of them turned to look at her. Jensen was smiling broadly, that look on his face when he knew he had done well, while Jared was practically vibrating from excitement. 

She opened the envelope and 3 concert tickets fell into her hand. Her favorite band in the whole world, right here in Gatlinburg, floor seats, tonight. She couldn’t form words, just screeched in excitement as she launched herself at Jared and Jensen. The three of them shared a warm embrace as she babbled her thanks. Wakened by the commotion, Daisy came over and nudged at their legs. 

Elle sat back down, overwhelmed. She had seen this stop on the concert tour, of course, but it seemed too far away. That had been months ago, and she had honestly forgotten the date. The fact that Jared and Jensen had planned not only a get away weekend for her, but a concert, said volumes. 

That night, the boys dressed as usual in jeans and button-downs. Of course Elle had packed one of her many t-shirts for this particular band. They were her favorites, after all. She took extra care with her look, lining her eyes and touseling her hair. Finally, they headed out.

The warm up bands were good, thoroughly enjoyable, but Elle was saving her excitement for the main act. The moment they came on stage, the first thrum of the bass, she was gone. She screamed and sang along and danced, savoring every moment. 

The concert ended at midnight, but Elle wasn’t even remotely tired as they drove back up the mountain. She spent the entire drive babbling about every moment, every song. She was still waxing enthusiastic in the kitchen when Jensen silenced her with a kiss. 

“You packed a swimsuit, right? Go change.”

She did, and stepped out onto the porch. Jared was already in the tub, knees wide and head back. She slipped in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Jensen followed, carrying 3 beers, which he handed out as he sank into the water. 

Elle turned to face Jensen, kissing him deeply. Jared drew closer to the two of them, his hands all over their bodies. For what felt like a long time, the three of them traded kisses, caresses slow and lingering in the hot water. 

Finally, Jensen stepped out of the hot tub, lifting Elle up with him. She clung to him as he carried her back inside. Jared stepped ahead of them and was already on the bed, arms open, when Jensen lowered her down on the white sheets. 

***

Elle woke up late the next morning. Her head was resting on Jensen’s shoulder, his chest rising and falling under her fingers. Jared was spooned around behind her, his arm holding her close. 

She took a deep breath. The concert last night was amazing. This cabin was fantastic. It was so much fun to be back in a familiar city. They had two more days in front of them, and she was looking forward to every minute of it.

But honestly, the best part of the trip was just being together. Jensen, Jared and her - it wasn’t anything she had ever imagined. No, it was better than she had ever imagined. However unlikely, she was theirs and they were hers.

*** Like what you’ve read? Read my first chapter with this trio, Enough

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[septic-skele]

US - Heed The Signs (Part 3)

[Part 2]

Running was more easily said than done, especially when one was trying to dart over wet, slippery stone with a brother in hand. Blue was naturally light and bouncy on his feet but with Papyrus weighing him down, his strides were so much more jarring and disjointed.

Pap’s loose limbs heaved, clattered and swung like crooked pendulums with every step. Head hanging over Blue’s shoulder, he hissed softly, aching at the rough treatment. It couldn’t be helped.

“I’m sorry, brother, I—ugh—I know it’s hard.” Even as bone grated on bone, rubbing Blue’s neck and shoulders raw, he repeated his instructions more than once. “Don’t let go, now. As tight as you can.” They were just as much for himself as the other; he didn’t want to imagine how poor Papyrus would react if he happened to fall.

Spine up straight. No weak knees. He really has grown. Ah, that shouldn’t matter! Pain is just pain. You’re the strongest monster he knows! There’s no giving up now.

As they neared the inlet of the stream, Papyrus squeezed his neck, curling tighter around him now than he had the entire jog. Blue barely had time to formulate a potential question before a weak groan became a watery gag and all he could do was freeze as clammy, slimy magical essence spilled down his back.

Oh, mercies. Revulsion swept through him in a deep shudder as Papyrus hid his face, slurring out something akin to an apology.

Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ghastly. Horrible. Foul. It isn’t his fault. It’s just magic. Don’t think about it. Just pretend it’s not there.

“D—Don’t be sorry,” Blue managed at last in one breath, surging forward toward the water. “We’re here to wash ourselves anyway! Who, um, who doesn’t wear their cool clothes in the bath?”

That said, he stopped there on the bank's edge rather than wading right in, though the temptation to do the latter just so he could clear away the gunk was mighty. He couldn’t be sure of its depth; he didn’t want to dive in and be taken by surprise by the water closing over his head.

Papyrus put up no resistance as he was eased away from Blue’s chest, sluggishly uncurling. Within seconds Blue had stripped off the stained shirt and drenched it thoroughly, letting the water slough away the mess and carry it who knows where. He still didn’t want to think too hard about putting the shirt back on afterward but for now, that was beside the point. He laid it out on the shoreline.

Papyrus took some more careful finagling but after a minute or two of soft coaxing and thought, Blue was sitting on the bank with Papyrus’ head and shoulders safe in his lap so he wouldn’t be carried away. The rest was submerged, the current flowing across the length of his ribs to his toes.

His teeth started chattering almost instantly. A good sign? Blue wondered, fingers drumming uncertainly. Didn’t that mean that his fever would fall? Stars, he hoped so. In any case it was a relief to watch so much mud and grime that had accumulated on their journey wash free of Pap’s joints. His bones were whitening again.

“How does that feel?” Blue ventured, dipping his fingers to wet them before trailing them gently over his hot skull. “Any better now?”

Feet kicking out almost of their own volition, he trembled, droplets flying. “S-S-Stings,” he choked out, eyelights large and blurred. Though Blue’s face hovering over his was all he could see, he couldn’t seem to pinpoint his features properly. “Needles…”

“I’m sorry?”

“Needles…all over…Oww…” His breaths were coming in stops and starts as he splashed again, fumbling to scratch at his arms and relieve the sensation. “C-Cold…”

“Yes, it’s meant to be! It’s going to help you, as long as you stay put. There aren’t any needles in this stream, not that I can see! Try to stay still, alright?”

“Cold…!” he wheedled, drawling out in his distress. “Ow, ow, oww…”

“Aw, Papy, please don’t start crying again! If you keep this up, you’re going to run out of tears!”

To his credit, though he sniffed and whimpered through juddering teeth, no more tears fell. Chest heaving up and down on the surface, creating ripples, he gulped dejectedly. “D-Dad.”

Though only his legs dangled in the water, Blue’s whole frame abruptly chilled. “What?”

“Dad…h-holds my hand…t-through th’ needles.”

Now what was that supposed to mean? Exactly what it sounded like, of course, but what else? Brow furrowed, Blue cautiously reached out to take Papyrus’ right hand into his own. The younger sighed, a fitful thing, and his shivering ran down Blue’s arm.

“I don’t remember Dad with any needles,” he muttered distractedly, but now that Papyrus had gotten what he wanted he didn’t say anything more about it.

That begged a different question: He had been under the impression that Papyrus remembered very little of their father, similarly to Blue’s own struggle—so what could he recall that Blue didn’t?

(A distant image of their obscured, indistinct father carrying Papyrus to the door occurred to him. From the living room Blue had cried after him, angry and hurt at being left out of “Take Your Child to Work Day” yet again. It seemed there were quite a few of those happening lately—not that he would know firsthand, since Dad never let him come along.

“I’ll be good, Dad! I can be just as good as him; I’m a big kid! I won’t run and I won’t interrupt you and I’ll sit without bouncing my legs and—and—Please, I really want to go-o-o!”

“Your brother is quieter.” That was the only reasoning he gave, but why was that so important? It didn’t explain anything and since Papyrus was always so exhausted when he came home, he never talked about what they did all day. Those nights, he wouldn’t even give Blue the chance to read a bedtime story, much less ask him to share secrets. He went right to sleep, keeping all of the excitement to himself.

If he was that worn out by the end of it, Blue could only imagine with much disappointment and jealousy how much playtime and fun Papyrus had been treated to.

The people Dad worked with had probably fawned on him all day. Papyrus didn’t even like being the center of attention, not the way Blue did! It wasn’t fair. Once, emboldened by his indignation, he asked Dad if he ever planned to take Sans along. “Perhaps, someday” was all he had to bank on.

The image drifted behind his eyes like a dream. Maybe that was all it was from the very beginning.)

“Do you feel any cooler now?” Blue questioned abruptly, pushing himself free of his thoughts. “Do you want to get out?”

Papyrus gave no response to the first question but was his answer to the second was apparent as he jerked, panting and struggling to find purchase on Blue’s bones and the shoreline.  

“Gosh! Take it easy, Papy, or you might pull me in with you!”

“C-C-Cold…Cold, it hurts…”

“Alright, let me help you up here. Can you stand?”

For someone with such an immediate need to escape the pool, Papyrus wasn’t particularly capable. His legs wobbled like twigs underneath him, forcing him to clutch awkwardly at Blue’s shoulders for balance. That was becoming a fast habit, Blue noted as he slid an arm around his back.

Papyrus’ shirt was chilly. The thin fabric had been soaked through, of course, but beneath it he could still detect some strange, sickly warmth radiating from his body. How was that even possible? He didn’t have long to think on it, as Papyrus swayed forward without warning.

“Whoa, whoa, stop!” Blue yelped, rearing back to compensate as he was dragged a few steps forward. “Brother? I didn’t realize you were in such a hurry! Just a moment.” Twisting sideways as best he could, he snatched up his own wet shirt in his free hand. “There. Now we have everything, we can get this show back on the road and keep heading toward—”

Wait, now, hang on. Hadn’t he made a commitment, back when they were resting? He was supposed to let Papyrus have a turn with the decisions. Right.

“What would you like to do, Papy?” he concluded, tilting his head. “We could, um, stay here, play with those echo flowers…or keep going. What do you think?”

At first it seemed as if Papyrus hadn’t even heard him. His eyelights were blacked out as he stared further down the road. It looked like it stretched on forever.

“I’m really…” After a pained hesitation, he lowered his head with a whisper. “I wanna g-go home.” It wasn’t the answer Blue anticipated. As soon as the choice was proffered, he’d expected him to suggest they move right back to the grass and sleep.

“To Snowdin? Are you sure?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, alright! If you’re feeling up for it, let’s get a move on!”

With his help Papyrus inched tiredly forward, eye sockets empty, teeth clicking and jittering.

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A/N: Just a PSA: Don’t follow Blue’s example! He’s a kid so he doesn’t know any better but a cold bath when you have a fever is a pretty bad idea. Shivering raises your body temperature even further, so it’s better for the water to be lukewarm. Of course that doesn't bode well for Papyrus.

[jayasudha]

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Ash Fletcher

Theme song / Theme song / Moodboard Divinity: Aschere, The Prince of Blades, Star of Omens (judgement, destiny and ill omens, divine vision, truth, stars, destruction)

  

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Ashley Renn Fletcher Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: 14th April

Myers-Briggs: INFJ Zodiac: Aries Tarot card: Ten of Swords

Nationality: American Birthplace: Holyhead, Clallam County, Washington

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual Relationship status: Single

Occupation: Stage technician (previously studied at MIT)

  

APPEARANCE

Height: 5’3” Weight: 120lbs

Hair: Fluffy, unruly mixed curls and waves, kept in a pixie cut. Eye colour: White-blue

Physical characteristics: Petite in stature, slender in build. He has thin arms and wrists with long, dainty fingers. He’s baby-faced, with heart-shaped features, wide eyes and a button nose, and looks much younger than he really is. Other traits: Faint freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He has a collection of scars from his traumatic experiences in Holyhead. Tattoos: None

Clothes: Typically an open shirt and a light jacket over a T-shirt and slim jeans. Prefers muted colours, often green, navy and khaki. He may dispense with the jacket on hot days but always keeps the shirt, as he burns easily. He likes scarves in cooler weather.

  

TRAITS

Personality: Ash is shy and introverted. A pacifist, he dislikes conflict and avoids it where possible, to the point that he’d rather let people walk all over him than escalate the situation. He’s genuinely warm and caring and hates seeing people hurt. He can, however, be remarkably stubborn when he has to be. He’s intelligent, methodical, and hates leaving a job half done or to a poor standard, often his own worst critic. Despite his sensitive nature, he does have serious anger issues simmering beneath the surface and has a very bad habit of bottling up all of his feelings.

Motives: After his horrifying experiences, Ash feels trapped in limbo, unsure what to do. Finishing his doctorate and going back to a ‘normal’ life feels impossible now, so he drifts aimlessly around Holyhead, helping Mike to steer curious visitors away from the dark places where horrors dwell. His main driving motive is to protect others—from himself.

Values: Ash places high value on the lives and safety of others, putting their feelings above his own. He will tell a white lie to protect people if he thinks that the truth will hurt them. Despite his sweet nature, he is not optimistic, and often finds himself questioning whether anything he does really matters in the end. He feels that his life is no longer his to control, and can only make choices as long as outside forces allow it.

Fears: Claustrophobic, hates small, enclosed spaces, especially ones without windows, and has abandonment issues. His greatest fear is his own uncontrollable power, and what happens when he loses himself to it. The thought of hurting people again makes him sick to his core—in his eyes, he’s a monster.

Weaknesses: Ash often refuses help, feeling like his problems are his own to deal with, even from those he trusts. He’s too scared of conflict to stand up for himself in most cases, until he’s pushed too far and snaps. Explosively.

Quirks: Bites his lip or knuckles when nervous, his hands and arms when scared. Likes to chew pencils. Hates being touched without permission except by those he deeply trusts and will reflexively jerk away from unwanted contact. With those he cares about, however, he’s a snugglebug and loves to be close to them. He’s a bit of a magpie and likes shiny things.

 

STRENGTHS AND SKILLS

Skills: Skilled with computers and engineering, codes in several languages and can hack his way through business level security. Able to assemble functional robots from very little, often scrap parts and random household objects. Resourceful, creative problem solver, good at reading people. Also a good climber.

Hobbies: He’s good at drawing and likes to use pen, ink and markers, as well as shiny, sparkly things like foil, glitter and metallic inks. Likes to make up his own robots and mecha and come up with blueprints for them, but also enjoys drawing birds and animals. He also likes watching anime, playing video games, and going for walks in nature.

Powers: — Gifted with psychic vision, able to see eldritch presences, read memories left behind in places and on objects, and knows when he is being lied to. He experiences terrifying visions of the future. — Knows when things are broken, including people, and has an innate understanding of how their pieces fit back together. He can reassemble an engine from loose parts in a fraction of the time it should take. — Power over light, perception, reflections and fate: revealing light that lets others see what he sees, blinding aura, able to bless or curse people by setting in stone what he sees in their future, or by revealing them for what they truly are. — Reality warping, able to teleport short and long distances by passing through fractures in reality, make strong objects brittle with just a touch, shift himself and others between planes. — Eldritch nature, he manifests countless wings which fill the space around him, normally on planes other than the visible. If they clip into the physical plane, they shatter or cut through what they come into contact with. He burns with an unnatural starfire when enraged and withers everything nearby into glass.

 

OTHER FACTS

Favourite music: Lindsey Stirling, Within Temptation, Delain, Wind Rose. Favourite films: Jurassic Park, The Martian, Gravity, Pacific Rim, Star Wars, Sunshine. Favourite food: Blueberries, pumpkin pie, almond-flavoured anything but especially marzipan, chocolate, home baking, pizza. Favourite animals: Small songbirds and garden birds. Sparrows are his favourite. Favourite colour: Sky blue. Also partial to mint and turquoise. Likes: Sci-fi movies, quiet spaces, being surrounded by trees, hugging people he trusts, mecha, books of constellations and space photography, SPACE. Dislikes: Loud noises, the smell of meat, people with sweaty hands, being treated like a child, feeling left out or abandoned, people who are cruel to animals.

Misc. info: Ash is a semi-strict vegan and refuses to eat meat or gelatine, and avoids eggs and dairy where possible. He can speak English and French fluently and is learning Japanese (he can also speak some sparrow, but that’s not exactly something he can put on his CV.)

 

ALTERNATE VERSES

Superhuman: Incredible power is a blessing and a curse. Ash has the ability to shatter reality, but must remain blindfolded at all times to prevent him from unleashing hell on the world. Victorian Gothic: Some call him one of the fair folk, some call him a god. What Ash truly is defies all description. He lives with his father in a world not our own, occasionally helping those who stumble into their realm. Dead in the Water: Ash escaped the wreck on which his father died, but, like others on that fateful ship on that fateful day, was stricken with a terrible curse; he knows the fates of all men, but cannot save them. Swords and Sorcery: Born with dreadful magic, Ash grew up within the walls of a cathedral. But when his untamed power razes it to the ground, he flees into the wilderness in search of solitude and answers. Gotta Catch Em All: Even in the world of Pokemon, not all people are good. Ash rehabilitates those Pokemon who have been so badly abused by their previous owners that Nurse Joy alone can’t help them. Blood and Wine: It is said that Ash can see the future. The mob boss who purchased him and his father used this to his advantage, but beat him when the visions were not to his liking. Despite his newfound freedom, Ash refuses to speak, believing that nothing he can say will lead to good. Behind the Lines:  Ash promised his father he wouldn’t follow him into the war… but he was never any good at keeping promises. When his B-17 goes down in flames over the battlefields of France, he is the only survivor. He’s forced to team up with a ragtag group of jaded soldiers and members of the French resistance to make it to Switzerland alive. Apocalypse Now: Ash and his father live in a tower deep in the wilderness, with only their collection of old world oddities for company. Ash is forbidden from leaving the castle grounds, but sneaks out on many nights to explore alone. Everything changes when he meets a strange man who claims to be from the old world.

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Here is the price list from blue star last update on 5th Feb. 2019. Selling price mention here can be change as per area. These are my own selling price for blue star water cooler.

Model Description HSN code MRP SELLING PRICE (INCLUSIVE TAX) MATERIAL SDLX 2020/SDLx2020ET 20 LITER STORAGE/20 LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 24500 22000 SS 304 FULL BODY SDLX 240 STORAGE :40 LITER/ 20LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 26500 24000 SS 304 FULL BODY SDLX4080 B 80 LITER STORAGE/40 LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 35000 32000 SS 304 FULL BODY SDLX6080 B 80 LITER STORAGE/60 LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 35500 33000 SS 304 FULL BODY SDLX80120 B 120 LITER STORAGE/80 LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 48900 43000 SS 304 FULL BODY SDLX150150 B 150 LITER STORAGE/150 LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 51900 46000 SS 304 FULL BODY SDLX 100 380 LITER STORAGE/ 170 LPH COOLING CAPACITY 84186920 74790 66000 SS 304 FULL BODY

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Please Note: Above mention prices may vary or change anytime without any prior notice. This is for reference only. We sell blue star water cooler in Delhi NCR region only. Above mention selling price are Given by ME SHOP , Located in Sector 9 gurgaon.

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