#russet peach

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 1973

Valentino Boutique set, bright blue suede coat trimmed with mesh, short-sleeved striped shirt, gabardine pants. Bausch & Lomb glasses. Hairstyle by Christiaan. Makeup: Max Factor UltraLucent Face Glazer in Russet Peach on lips and cheeks.

Ensemble Valentino Boutique, manteau bleu vif en suède bordé de maille chemise rayée à manches courtes, pantalon en gabardine. Lunettes Bausch & Lomb. Coiffure de Christiaan. Maquillage : Max Factor UltraLucent Face Glazer en Russet Peach sur les lèvres et les joues.

Photo Kourken Pakchanian vogue archive

[masquerade-of-time]

ALL MY ARTFIGHT REF SHEETS (I pulled these out in the span of a week I'm going to start sobbing at this point)

Team MUZE, Team SPTR, and Malleus. You can see some got new designs, team SPTR all finally have weapons, and now they all have proper emblems

COME FIGHT ME THIS IS A THREAT /j

[buckandduke]

Dinner after the fair

[positively-emerald]

Not to brag but it’s been almost twenty years since I was in this production and I still remember every color in Joseph’s amazing technicolor Dreamcoat

[saint-ambrosef]

newbie's guide to produce

for all my peers who were not taught how to shop for veggies and fruit on a budget and struggle to use them before they go bad:

(disclaimer: prices are approximate based on where i live in the Southern US. costs may be higher in your area, but the comparison of cost should still be valuable.)

cheap produce year-round:

roma tomatoes. if they look under-ripe you can leave them on the counter for a few days. keeps in fridge for about 2 weeks. $1/lb.

cucumbers. around here they're 50-60 cents each. go bad quickly though, about 1 week in fridge.

celery. two bucks for a head. starts to get sad after two weeks in fridge. only makes sense if you like to snack on celery or make soups often.

corn. whole ears are like 20cents each mid-summer, otherwise just get frozen. $1.50 for a lb.

peas. get these puppies frozen for $1.50/lb. good protein, too.

romaine lettuce. one head is good for several small salads, about $2 and lasts a week in fridge. the big boxes/multi-packs may seem like a better deal but not if it all goes bad before you can eat it.

onions. kind of a given but you can get regular yellow varietals for less than a buck per pound. will last for 1-2 months in pantry.

potatoes. you can get 5lb bags of russets for three bucks. sweet potatoes are a lil over $1/lb. last 2-3 months in pantry; if they grow sprouts, you can cut those off and still eat it.

bananas. dirt cheap. a small bunch (4-5) costs like a dollar. if they go over-ripe before you eat them all just get less or get a few green ones (p.s: you're allowed to break them off larger clumps).

radishes. $1.50 for a little bundle. greens get wilty after a week, roots will last 2 weeks (you can use both parts).

hot peppers. poblano, jalapeno, etc., are often quite cheap and you usually don't need very many anyways. few weeks fridge or counter.

cheap produce when in season:

summer squash. in summertime (duh), zucchini and yellow squash are like $1.25/lb. only last a week or so though in fridge.

winter squash. actually in season in fall, these are your butternuts and acorn squash. less than $1/lb then. lasts in pantry for months.

green beans. in warm months they can be on sale for $1.50/lb! last 1.5-2 weeks in fridge? (kinda depends on the shape they're in)

kale. it's a cool-season green that commonly is on sale in colder months. $1.60 for a big bunch, about 1.5 weeks in fridge before it gets seriously wilty. (can be eaten cooked or raw!)

apples. fall/winter, usually at least one variety on sale for $1.25/lb. last forever.

oranges. most citrus are winter fruits. $1/lb. will last forever in your fridge.

strawberries. spring. at their peak, i can find them for $2/lb. otherwise they are too expensive.

watermelon. $8 for big 10lb melons. they can take up a ton of space though and need to be refrigerated once cut/ripe.

cantaloupe. another summer star! $1.50 each on sale. they will slow ripen in the fridge but you do have to keep an eye on it.

pineapple. $1.50 in summer time. might be ripe even when still a bit green, ready when they smell noticeably ripe.

pears. fall season, sometimes into winter. $1.20/lb. last 1-2 weeks on the counter or forever in the fridge.

pomegranate. in winter time they can be found for $2 each. tricky to peel though.

peaches. and nectarines (which are just fuzzless peaches). $1.25/lb in summer and will last for weeks in your fridge.

eggplants. summertime veggie, you can get for $1.50 when they're on sale. otherwise a bit pricey. keep in fridge for 2 weeks.

mid-range produce:

cabbage. three bucks for a 2-lb head but you can get a lot out of it. will keep 3-4 weeks in the fridge but any exposed cut sides will start moldering after a week.

mushrooms. white button or baby bella. $1.50 for 8oz. keep in mind, mushrooms halve in size after cooking. ~2 weeks though.

avocados. if you live in the South like me, small hass varietals are 60-80 cents apiece in winter. ripe when it gives just a little to squeezing (you can't go off color alone).

broccoli. fresh is $1.70ish per head and lasts a week in fridge. frozen is $1.50/lb but might be kind of mushy.

most greens. spring mixes, spinach, arugula, etc can really vary in price but often fall into a few bucks at least per bundle/package. in a fridge's humidity drawer they last 1-2 weeks.

kiwis. i love them but they're a bit pricey for their size. 50 cents each. their keep depends on how ripe they are at purchase.

expensive produce:

asparagus. one of the most expensive veggies. sometimes in spring you can get it for $2/lb (a steal but still a bit much). lasts 1.5 weeks.

brussel sprouts. same as above.

red or yellow bell peppers. they are used sooo often in recipes and it annoys me. often $1.50-2.00 each. last a long time in fridge.

caluiflower. three bucks for a head. yikes!

green beans. when they're not in season, they are like $3/lb.

snap peas. same as above, except they never seem to be on sale.

raspberries. go bad in 3 days and cost an arm and a leg. sometimes when they're in season you can get them for like $2 per half-pint as a treat.

blueberries and blackberries. even when they're in season, they're still $2 per pint.

grapes. they can sorta be affordable in the fall season for $2/lb, but otherwise they're double that. and usually you have to commit to buying several pounds. last 2 weeks in fridge.

plums. i love them so so much but they're only in season for like 2 weeks of the year it seems and they're like $3/lb.

inexpensive accoutrements: (for garnishes, seasoning, etc)

limes. 25cents apiece. they'll start to dry out after 1 week on the counter so keep them in the fridge unless you will use it soon.

lemons. usually 50cents each for the small varietals. keep same as above.

green onions. less than a dollar for a bunch, and you can easily regrow a few times at home if you stick the white rooted end in water by a window.

cilantro. 50cents. will last WAY longer (1-2 weeks) if you keep it in a mug of water in the fridge.

parsley. 85cents. same as above.

obviously sticking just with popularly available produce across the country. it's not an exhaustive list but can give you a bit more perspective on what produce you should be focusing on if you're trying to work with a tight grocery budget. good luck!

[littlest-w01f]

Golden Beast

Helion x Alora (See Alora here)

For @acotar-omegaverse-week

Omegaverse week 2024 Masterlist

Day 4: Getting Knotty

Summary: Helion always wanted Alora to experience everything, including his beast form

Cw: Knotting, plugs, monsterfucking, Alpha!Helion, Omega!Alora, Helion's SCARY SCARY monster d, mentions of Alora's SA trauma, Smut 18+ MDNI

Helion carried Alora to their shared room from the library, her legs wrapped around his waist, hands training his muscled chest as he pressed gentle kisses to her lips.

Helion’s heart pounds heavily against his ribs, echoing the rapid thump of his pulse as he presses a trail of feverish kisses along Alora’s jawline and neck, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing down her spine. He inhaled her deeply, letting her scent drive the crazed beast within him. Helion licked and nipped at her neck, at the most sensitive parts of his precious omega, loving watching her squirm for him.

Helion gently took her hand, smiling at the dark henna on her hands, Alora's been fitting in with him and his culture and celebrations of Day wonderfully over the centuries they had been together, he brought the hand to his lips, kissing over his name hidden in the design, he smiled, remembering how hard she had blushed when he had told her that the darker the henna got, the more it meant she would be loved by her mate.

Alora's hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath her fingertips, reveling in the way his strong arms hold her securely, cradling her like she weighs nothing at all, squirming and learning into the male who's presence brought her nothing but calm.

He set her down on the bed, "Do you remember your safeword, sunshine?" He smiled softly, watching her in his bed.

Alora nodded, "Peach..." She said, the safeword they had chosen when they had gotten together, that day seemed like ages ago.

"And...?" Helion asked as he removed his clothes, watching her with a gentle smile.

"Tap you or anything three times," Alora finished as her eyes went over Helion's body, taking in every inch, every muscle like it was the first time she was seeing him

Helion's cock springs free, thick and hard, curving up slightly at attention as Alora's gaze rakes over his chiselled physique. Her breath catches in her throat as he steps closer, the heat emanating from his body washing over her like a warm blanket.

"And one last thing?" He lifted up her skirts, unlacing them, tapping at the hazel gem on the plug in her cunt, stretching her for his cock so she wouldn't hurt too much taking him, smiling when she twitched from it.

Alora sat up, letting him strip her off her clothes, "Keep the bond open." So that he would know if she got uncomfortable.

"Good girl," he purred, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers trace delicate patterns along her inner thigh, feeling up the permanent wounds that had marked her skin caused by her assault, making her squirm with anticipation, not ashamed of the scars that littered over her inner thighs and abdomen, all that her assault had taken from her, at least not anymore. "Now, let's get comfortable, shall we?" With a sly grin, he pushes her back onto the bed, crawling up her body until he hovers above her.

Alora held her breath as he began to turn, his thick dark arms growing sharp golden feathers, slowly turning into a fully golden beast, like the statues in the open gardens, she looked at him, his eyes remained the same russet shade and she wasn't too scared to have him over her like this, not then the beast had a more prominent scent of his pheremones, the same ones who made her feel beyond safe under him, he was her alpha, he would never intentionally hurt her.

Helion's transformation is mesmerizing, the shift from man to beast happening so seamlessly that Alora could almost imagine herself dreaming. But there's no mistaking the size and strength of his golden form, the muscular frame now covered in glistening scales, his wings stretching wide, casting shadows across the room.

He leaned down, his muzzle nuzzling her neck gently, breathing in her scent deeply, savouring the intoxicating mix of arousal and love that surrounded their bond, Alora was a little scared, nothing enough to warrant wanting to stop, Helion had taken a backseat to his beast, letting him control everything.

Alora's eyes trailed down his monstrous body as his cock made it past his sheath, she swallowed, he was huge, the ridges on it downright fighting, the thick head gleaming with precum, so heavy it couldn't stand even fully hard.

As Alora watched in awe, the monstrous cock began to throb, growing even harder and more imposing. The ridged texture became more pronounced, each bump and groove promising a level of pleasure, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The thick head glistened with his pre-cum, a tantalizing glimpse at what awaited beneath. At the base, a bulbous knot swelled outwards, ridged and bumpy, clearly designed for brutal stretching inside her.

The sight of Alora’s eyes trailing down his cock sends a surge of pride through Helion’s veins, his tail swishing behind him in delight, curling over itself. The tip of his cock throbs eagerly, the heavy shaft already glistening with pre-cum, promising the pleasures to come. He positioned his hind legs between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs for him, his front paws caging in her head. Helion was massive to her, but his beast was thrice the size, every inch of him included.

Helion's cock throbs with need, pre-cum leaking steadily from the engorged tip. As he rubs himself against her slick folds, he lets out a low, rumbling growl, signalling his readiness for what's about to come next. Each ridge on his cock brushed teasingly against Alora's sensitive clit, causing her to arch her back in response.

His clawed hand reaches down between her thighs, parting her folds gently to reveal her slick, eager cunt. A low growl rumbles in his chest, seeing the plug snug inside her cunt, his cock was way bigger than the size of it, and he trailed the hazel gemstone of it as he inhales deeply, the scent of her arousal driving him wild.

His long tongue licked the side of her neck, making Alora gasp softly, feeling the thick canines at her neck. His talons gripped her hips, his clawed fingers digging into her, holding her still.

Helion's clawed hand wrapped around the plug buried deep within Alora's slick cunt, twisting and turning it with deliberate slowness. With a sudden jerk, he yanked the toy free, causing Alora to gasp sharply, back arching.

The plug glistened obscenely, coated in Alora's juices, before Helion plunged it back into her needy cunt with a brutal thrust. Alora cried out his name, her voice trembling with pleasure as the plug dragged along her sensitive walls, over abd over again, stirring up waves of ecstasy within her. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking wildly to meet each forceful push of the plug, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every passing moment.

With each powerful thrust of the plug, Alora felt her orgasm building, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around the invading object. A keening moan escaped her lips as she came undone, her entire being focused on the intense sensations rippling through her core.

Her juices coated the plug, dripping down its sides and pooling on the sheets below them. Her inner muscles spasmed uncontrollably around the toy while her climax washed over her in powerful waves.

Helion's growled at the sight, his mind filled with images of his massive cock splitting Alora open, but he didn't want to cause her too much pain. The primal urge coursing through Helion's veins demanded nothing less than complete control over his omega. He removed the plug once again, allowing it to fall from his grasp onto the floor with a clatter. His large hands roamed over Alora's scared thighs, fingers digging into her curves as he positioned himself above her quivering body.

The sudden emptiness left behind by the removal of the plug makes Alora whimper, her walls clenching instinctively. Helion watches intently, the sight of her cunt, now gaping and slick with her release, sending a jolt of primal lust surging through him.

He lowers his massive cockhead to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly against her swollen clit before pushing in slowly, stretching her tight walls deliciously.

Alora gasped, pushed forward onto the bed, just his head inside her, "He-Helion..." She managed his name, everything else leaving her at the pure stretch of his cock.

His thick, golden cock nudged against her entrance, pressing insistently against the stretched ring of her cunt, urging her to accept him fully. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into her welcoming heat, groaning loudly as he fills her inch by inch.

Helion's cockhead pressed against Alora's dripping entrance, the ridged surface dragging across her sensitive clit and making her shudder with need. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to push inside, his thick shaft parting her folds and stretching her tight walls to their limits.

Alora let out a strangled gasp as she felt herself being filled by him, her inner muscles clenching reflexively around the invading monstrosity. Her hands fisted in the sheets as she arched her back, pushing her hips forward to meet each gentle thrust. "Helion… oh gods, Helion!" she whimpered, her voice barely coherent as she struggled to breathe through the overwhelming sensation of being penetrated by his enormous cock.

Helion growls lowly, a sound fully beast, his cock throbbing in response to Alora’s desperate plea. Inch by agonizing inch, he sinks deeper into her dripping heat, her walls clenching and unclenching around him, trying to accommodate his monstrous size.

As he bottoms out, filling her to the brim, a satisfied grunt escapes his maw as he leaned down to lick her throat and breasts to comfort her, his taloned hands gripping her hips tighter still.

Alora held her hips up, staying as still as she could, feeling each inch of him, even with her cunt stretched around the plug, it was nothing compared to the beast's cock. Alora groaned as she felt him in fully, nestled against where her cervix should've been, threatening to pass the magical gap that held her organs together, yet it seemed like there was more of him to go.

Helion rasped, his voice a deep rumble against Alora's chest as he nuzzled her breasts, his rough tongue lapping at her tender skin. His grip on her hips tightened, claws digging into her flesh as he held her steady, allowing her time to adjust to his immense size.

Alora's breath hitched as she felt Helion's cock pulse and twitch within her, the sensation of being completely filled beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She could feel every ridge, every vein pressing against her inner walls, setting her nerve endings ablaze with pleasure. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the pressure building deep within her core, threatening to consume her whole.

Helion holds perfectly still, allowing Alora to adjust to his immense girth. Her cunt, already stretched by the plug, now feels impossibly full as it struggles to encompass his thickness. The sensation is exquisite, and he savours every moment of it, relishing in the knowledge that he owns this space, that he's the only one who can fill her so completely.

Slowly, deliberately, he begins to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside her before plunging back in fully, till his hips pressed against hers, setting a steady, relentless rhythm that has Alora moaning loudly, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts.

Alora whimpered in pleasure, she could feel his restraint, he was stopping himself from rutting into her like a crazed beast, letting her get used to the stretch of his cock

With each deliberate thrust, Helion's cock drives deeper into Alora, his monstrous size stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated by Alora's whimpers and cries of pleasure. The sensation of being driven home sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through both their bodies.

The control he exhibits is impressive, but he knew his restraint won’t last much longer. His golden body shakes with barely contained urges, his cock throbbing inside her, signalling his impending release.

Helion's self-control wavered as Alora's whimpers and moans drive him wild with desire. He grit his teeth, determined to give her the gentleness he knew she needed, despite the primal urges raging within him.

But as he continues to thrust, his pace gradually quickens, the beast struggling to be gentle and not rip her apart from the inside out. His claws dig into the mattress, the wooden slats creaking under the force of his movements. With a low, guttural growl, he buries his maw in the crook of Alora's neck, his hot breath fanning over her skin, his fangs holding her throat as he loses himself in the sensations of their joining.

The thought that he could kill her with a snap of his jaw, of how his teeth would melt her neck, mass and bone like butter shouldn't have sent such a thrill down Alora's spine, but it did, and she couldn't help but lean into his open maw.

Helion senses Alora's impending orgasm with the familiar way her cunt flutters around him, her walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock for all it's worth. He increases his pace, pounding into her with renewed vigour, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.

With a final, powerful thrust, he hits her sweet spot, sending her hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. As Helion's relentless thrusts intensified, Alora could feel her second climax approaching with dizzying speed. Her cunt clenched and unclenched around his cock, drenching it in her copious arousal. The beast's feral growls vibrated against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his teeth scraped lightly over her tender skin.

With a final, brutal plunge, Helion drove himself deep into Alora's convulsing channel. Her body arched off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her in a torrent of ecstasy. Clear fluid squirted from her overstretched cunt, splattering against Helion's scales and soaking the sheets beneath them, tears leaving her eyes at the intensity of him, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him. Helion roars in triumph, his maw biting down a little at her throat, his own release crashing over him, his seed erupting from his cock in thick, pulsing jets, filling Alora's womb with his essence.

Tears streamed down Alora's cheeks as the intensity of Helion's possession overwhelmed her senses. Her body shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure threatening to tear her apart. Helion's roar echoed throughout the room, his teeth deep into her neck, marking her as his own release erupted from his throbbing cock.

Thick, hot spurts of cum filled Alora's womb, flooding it with his potent essence. The knot at the base of Helion's cock locks tightly into place, sealing them together as his hot cum floods her womb. His roar of satisfaction reverberates through the room, locking them firmly into place and sealing them together intimately. His massive frame trembled with the force of his orgasm, his claws retracting slightly as he gently stroked her clit with his free claw, coaxing her through the aftershocks of her own climax.

His cock throbs within her, each pulse sending another wave of his seed deep into her womb, marking her as his. Despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him, he maintains control, ensuring she receives every drop of his potent essence.

Alora covered her face with her hands, crying out, feeling herself bloat from his cum as his cock pulsed inside her, the knot definitely causing a tear inside her walls.

Helion's heart pounds in his chest, his ears perked attentively towards Alora's sounds of delight and pain. His grip on her hips tightens, his talons lightly scoring her tender flesh but not enough to draw blood.

Despite the intense pleasure they've both experienced, there's an undeniable sense of possessiveness coursing through him. He leans forward, resting his forehead against hers, his hot breath fanning over her face.

Helion turned back into himself partly, only enough so he could speak, "Mine," he growls softly, affirming his claim over her. "You're safe..." He cooed, kissing over her face, "You're with me Alora."

Alora nods weakly, her voice barely above a whisper as she responds, "Yes… I'm yours." A soft sigh escapes her lips as she melted into the bed, her body sated and heavy with Helion's seed.

Helion's embrace is comforting, his presence calming as he whispers assurances of safety and belonging into her ear. He cradles her close, their bodies still intimately entwined, still knotted together.

Helion turned them both so Alora lay on his chest, her body limped slightly, eyes glazed, he whipped away the remnants of her tears, "You did so well. You were so good." He let his praise wash over her, the beast in him purring in satisfaction.

Alora smiles softly, a frequent sight after such an intense encounter. She snuggles closer to Helion, her soft curves moulding against his muscular form. His praise sends warm tingles throughout her exhausted body, soothing the lingering discomfort from their mating.

The beast within him seems content, its purrs resonating deeply within his chest as after a while his knot loosened, his cock slipping free. Alora couldn't help but whine and lean into the vibrations, finding comfort in the low rumble. Her fingers trace idle patterns across his abdomen, lost in the blissful aftermath of their mating.

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[lieslab]

Drowning

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Jeongin X fem! reader

Summary: After you suffer a miscarriage, it feels like the entire world is ending and nothing will ever be the same.

Genre: Comfort/hurt with angst

Word Count: 2.8K

Trigger warning: Miscarriage, child loss, depression, mentions of stillborn baby and all the effects that come with life after pregnancy.

A/N: I know I have requests waiting to be written, but this idea keeps buzzing around my head like a fly which leads me to believe that there's someone out there struggling with this. If you need it, I hope this finds you and I'm sorry because this is a different kind of hurt. Requests shall continue after this one, I promise.

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People always talk about the pregnancy glow. They talk about the radiant skin and bright eyes. The aura of happiness surrounding the mother and the pep in their step. There’s a joy in bringing a new life into the world, but they don’t talk about what happens when it doesn’t work out. 

Laying on the floor of the nursery, you couldn’t understand why. Why did people get to bring a new life into the world, but not you? Your baby never got to see the way the world looked outside the womb. There were no colors and no sounds. Not the gentleness of a mother’s voice or the warm cradle from the father. 

Miscarriages didn’t happen to everyone, but it happened to you. After excruciating stomach cramps and bleeding, you went to the hospital. The worst part? You already knew. You knew something was wrong, you were just hoping the motherly instincts were wrong. You were hoping it was just your nerves. 

You’d go in and the doctor would see you. You’d be checked on and so would the baby. You’d get to hear the faint walloping of the heartbeat and you’d be relieved of all your worries while soaking it in, but…that didn’t happen. 

You saw it in the nurse’s face when she was pressing the ultrasound wand against your stomach. She excused herself from the room to get the doctor and you just knew. That little soft pitter-patter was gone and so was your everything. 

That glittering glimpse of a future you held onto slipped between your fingers. When the doctor sat on the stool, picked up the wand, and began to slip it across the cool gel on your stomach, the world seemed to stop. Before she spoke, you saw the sadness physically fill her eyes. 

The part where she explained your options became muddled. You couldn’t remember it, but somehow Jeongin showed up and entered the room. His teary eyes went to you and that’s when it finally clicked in your brain. Your baby was gone and they weren’t coming back. 

The messy finger-painted photos, you envisioned decorating your fridge, would never come to fruition. Memories of the baby shower and all the baby stuff you had would never be used. The clothes would remain folded in the small dresser and collect dust. 

That baby book you purchased with Jeongin, it’d never be used. The little hats and the conversations about newborn photos, gone. 

Gone. Gone. Gone. 

Everything was gone. 

The two of you hadn’t settled on a name. You both wanted the gender to be a surprise. Caught up in a mist of sadness, you still didn’t know the gender. The memories were hazy and nothing quite made sense. 

You remember screaming at Jeongin and then screaming at the doctor. Anguish gripped your heart until it burst. When a peach cup got thrown at the doctor’s head, nurses got involved. 

You remembered Jeongin’s teary russet eyes. The hand he kept over his mouth to stifle sobs as you lost it. He hadn’t just lost the baby, he lost you too. You turned into a shell of yourself. 

You stopped speaking and Jeongin had to practically beg you to eat. It was the doctor and Jeongin that decided giving birth vaginally wasn’t the best idea for you. They decided a C-section was a better option, but in your opinion, the best option would have been to let you rot with your baby. 

You were possessed by grief and didn’t know how to separate yourself from it. It wrapped around your wrists and pinned down your ankles. It wrestled in your stomach and tainted your bloodstream. 

It was easily the worst thing that you had ever been through. There was just a moment when you felt peace. When your baby had been slipped into your arms, swaddled in a soft green blanket. 

Tendrils of hair poked out of a hat that a nurse had stuck on their head. The pouted lips were pressed together and their eyes were shut. The color was drained from their face, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. 

The weight of their body in your arms felt normal. Your heart briefly bloomed before it withered again. You remember Jeongin standing somewhere off in the distance. His eyes glanced between the two of you as he held his breath while hoping that you’d be okay. 

A smile broke out on your face as you cooed softly. Your voice remained low because speaking too loud would wake them up. For a brief moment, you forgot that they were gone. You didn’t care about how stiff they were in your arms. How their tiny heart didn’t beat and their chest didn’t rise. 

During that moment, you were a mother. You would do anything to protect the bundle of joy in your arms. You’d give your life for theirs, but they were already gone. You clung to them and refused to let go. Even when Jeongin quietly tried to coax you away from them, you refused. 

He hated it because he knew how much it’d destroy you. The truth was that you had to say good-bye. You couldn’t stay attached to your baby. The skin would disintegrate and smell. It would rot away and your baby would wither in your arms. No matter how much you pleaded, he wouldn’t allow you to go through that. 

When you fell asleep clutching your baby to your chest, he managed to ease them from your grip. He knew how upset you’d be when you woke up, but it was for the best. Grief tends to do funny things to people sometimes. 

After waking up, it didn’t take long for nurses to sedate you. Your stomach was full of stitches, but you didn’t care. You were too pumped full of pain meds to realize the pain. 

It took nearly a week before Jeongin could bring you back home. Your house was haunted when you got there. The baby swing was still in your living room. Baby bottles were clean and neatly stacked in the cupboards. 

You bought new picture frames to add photographs of your baby to the photos around the house. You had plans to put one on the nightstand beside your bed. Unfortunately, there was nothing left. 

You couldn’t sleep on your stomach. You were haunted by your womb. You could feel how empty it was now. No tiny kicks and no punches. When you gently cupped below the stitches, your eyes watered. 

Out of all the people in the world, why did this happen to you? Why weren’t you good enough to make it through the pregnancy? You only had a few months left and that’s what made it really sting. 

You were so close and yet so far. Was it something in your body? Was this some sort of curse? Was it a sign from the universe that you weren’t meant to be a mother? 

Jeongin woke up to soft distant sobs that night. He started to feel his way around the darkened house and he found you laying on the floor of the nursery. You clutched the stuffed bear that the two of you had bought for your child. 

It was going to be their childhood stuffed animal. One that they could grow up with and clutch onto through their worst days. Maybe they’d take it with them everywhere when they were a toddler. Perhaps it’d be invited to tea parties or walk the plank while playing pirates. 

You weeped and clutched it to your chest. In the faint moonlight, the tears were illuminated on your face. In the nursery doorway, his heart shattered. You were a mother going through grief and he didn’t know how to help you. He couldn’t take away this loss, it was too big for him; much too large to physically carry with two hands. He couldn’t wrap it up and toss it in the trash, it was opaque  

You laid on the soft large circular rug that the two of you had claimed was for tummy time when your kid got older. Your arms wrapped around your chest with the stuffed bear. Your knees were tucked up towards your chest. You were exhausted and broken. 

Nobody talked about the weight of the grief from a stillborn birth. They didn’t tell you that you’d still go through lactation. Your breasts would still produce milk and it’d soak your bra. There’d be no tiny mouth to feed. No child to nurse and help grow big and strong. 

They didn’t tell you about the severe stomach cramps that sometimes were as sharp as knives and the ones that were dull and tortuous as your uterus reshaped itself internally. 

They didn’t talk about the hollow feeling inside your body. Knowing that you had attempted to carry your pregnancy to full term and then failed, you felt useless. You felt broken and you were so exhausted. 

If love could have saved them, they would have lived forever. You would have built them into the best person they could have been. You would have cherished every moment and remind yourself that you were a kid once too when the tough moments came, but now they never would. 

You and Jeongin spent hours fixing up the nursery for them. How ironic that you had picked a Peter Pan theme. You knew that your child would grow up one day, but you had been hoping that it wouldn’t have been too fast. How cruel it was to have them ripped away before they could take their first breath. 

You spent hours on that white rug, digging your fingers into the soft fibers, trying to put together disconnected thoughts. Your brain had disconnected from your body. The world was blurry and you weren’t sure how to continue going on. 

Jeongin was worried sick about you. So worried that he had to take off work to keep an eye on you. He was terrified that you’d harm yourself. You laid there on that rug with empty eyes. 

Whether you realized it or not, you kept talking out loud in a quiet voice. You kept discussing motherhood and he was pretty sure you were consoling the baby that didn’t exist anymore. When he first realized it, he had to turn around and leave you alone. Walking into your shared bedroom and shutting the door, he collapsed on the bed defeated and burst into sobs. 

The two of you were polar opposites during the whole scenario. You were orbiting around each other, but never touching. Your doctor told him that you just needed time. 

So he waited and he waited. He supplied you with store-bought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and juice boxes. It was the only thing he could get you to eat. He came up with any reason he could to walk past the door of the nursery to check on you. 

On and on the days went until one day, you weren’t lying on the floor anymore, you were on the rocking chair. Unsure of what he was seeing, he froze in his spot before he went closer to the door and peeked his head inside. 

“Jeongin?” You croaked as you looked up. 

He paused for a moment before he slowly approached you. “Hi, honey.” 

“I don’t feel good.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head. Tears began to fill your eyes again. Despite your body language, you continued. “How do I make it stop hurting?” 

“What?” 

“The ache of losing out on motherhood.” 

He slowly stretched a hand out towards you. Your fingers reached out and grabbed his. He pulled you up and led you towards the rug. Without a word, he got down and plopped down on his side. You followed his lead and curled up on your own side facing him. 

A silence fell between the two of you as you observed each other’s faces. You couldn’t remember the last time you laid next to Jeongin like this. The two of you had been distant for far too long. 

He reached out with a thumb and slowly wiped away your salty tears. You sniffled and kept your eyes on him. The truth was that you really were lost. You felt empty and useless. There was nothing inside of you. You didn’t know when the last time was that you remembered your own beating heart. You weren’t even aware that you were still breathing. 

“You didn’t lose out on anything,” he whispered. “Sometimes things like this happen, but we can always try again.” 

“I don’t think I want to try again.” 

“You don’t have to try again if you don’t want to. The most important thing is helping you feel better. Are you okay?” 

“N-No,” your voice cracked, “I’m hollow. I want to bring them back and I-” You squeezed your eyes shut knowing the floodgates were about to burst. “What did I do to deserve this?” Your voice came out shrill. “What did I do?” 

The knife had been lodged in his chest for weeks, but those words twisted it. He could feel the blood mix with sadness. He hated seeing you so broken. 

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes these things happen unplanned and it’s not your fault. You did your best, remember? Remember how you refused to eat seafood because of the baby? You even gave up coffee because you said caffeine was bad for them.” 

Your eyes reopened. 

“Do you remember how you read children's books every night before bed out loud? You used to sing to them every morning in the shower. I remember that you used to curl your hands around your stomach protectively while cooking.” 

A smile began to form on his face. He could see the gears starting to shift in your head. “And you used to lecture me when I drove a digit higher than the speed limit. You promised you’d never let me live it down if we got in an accident.” 

“And you said we could never be sexually intimate because y-” 

“I was afraid that we’d traumatize the baby.” 

It was a miracle that you started to laugh. The tears were still streaming down your face, but you were laughing. The sound was a melody to his ears. His grin stretched wider and his dimples showed. 

“What about that time you spilled food down the front of your shirt and some got on your stomach? You apologized to the baby for getting them messy.” 

“I guess I did, huh?” 

“So please don’t think you weren’t a good mother. You did what you could for them even if they didn’t make it out of the womb. They still heard your voice.” 

“And your singing,” you added. 

“We would have been the best parents in the world. Remember when I finger painted a smiley face on your stomach when you were sleeping? I took photos and you woke up whining and upset and you claimed I had painted on the baby.” 

“Because you did!” 

“I didn’t! It was your stomach!” 

“The baby was in there!” 

“And your skin protected them!” 

The two of you bickered back and forth until you burst into a fit of shared giggles. You shifted and moved closer to Jeongin’s warmth. Your head tucked into his shoulder. You let out a soft sigh and he wrapped an arm around your back. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled. 

“You know I love you, right?” 

“I love you too.” 

The two of you laid on the floor curled into each other appreciating the warmth. It was nice to be connected to your lover again. You spent so long away, you forgot about how much he felt like home. As the two of you continued laying there, your stomach suddenly growled. 

“Uh…honey?” 

“I hate to break this up, but can we go get Subway? I really want a sub. Maybe turkey or ham or oh! I know, maybe I’ll just get both.” You quickly sat up and got to your feet. 

Behind you, Jeongin watched you in amazement. He was happy that you were starting to act a bit more like your old self. It wasn’t going to last forever and you’d still struggle sometimes, so would he. 

However, with each other, there was a high chance that you could help each other through it. Through thick and thin, sickness and in health, until death did you part. 

After all, that’s what the matching wedding rings on your fingers meant. 

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[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 39 : baby flowers nap time

It's nap time for the babies!

Even if Macaque knew beforehand that raising kids was a very tiring job, he wasn't aware of how tiring until he got pups of his own. He never considered himself the nurturing kind, but here he was, kissing the belly of his lil cuddle bug and enjoying his quiet giggles and joyous “mrrrrps”. Macaque nosed Rumble soft dark brown fur and chuckled when the cub pawed at his snout, ordering him to keep going with the kisses. Macaque resumed his kisses. Leaving big smooches on the soft baby fuzz. Rumble smelled of sandalwood with an afterscent of peaches. Macaque adored the scent, like he adored Savage's (and Wukong’s). He found peace in it. Savage's scent was stronger than her brother. She had an almost spicy smell, it reminded Macaque of a fire, with a sweet and soft afterscent of peaches, very much like her brother.

“Alright, blossom. That's enough kisses.” Hummed Macaque, Rumble whined in disappointment and pouted. Macaque smiled. It would be odder if he wasn't pouting. The black-furred monkey saw this face so much he knew it by heart. Puffy cheeks slightly reddened, pursued lips, and frowning eyebrows with a lil lion's wrinkle between them. Macaque began to call him lil lion because of this particularly wrinkle. “Mm, come on lil lion, it's time for your nap.” Rumble pouted harder, his lower lips wobbling in frustration. Macaque smiled. He put Rumble in the silken crib Wukong built for the cubs. He arranged the pouting baby and tucked him in the soft sheets, he then gave him his lil doll of Wukong (made by Wukong). Rumble adored the doll, probably because it was as soft as Wukong and smelled of peaches. Macaque kissed Rumble's forehead to ease his lion's wrinkle. “Alright, I'll go get your sister.” Macaque was a bit uneasy to leave Rumble in the crib all alone but then he noticed how the wind picked up, softly lulling the cub.

The black-furred monkey smiled. Even though the wind was a bad babysitter (Macaque eyebrow still twitched angrily when he remembered the last time he left the wind babysit his cubs) it was reliable enough…. maybe.

“Want me to watch him while you retrieve the troublemakers?” Proposed Sanzang. The monk had just finished meditating with Wujing. Macaque sighed in relief, yes the kiddo and the river demon were the most reliable ones here. Macaque nodded gratefully.

Sanzang sat not far from the crib and cooed at Rumble. “Hey there, flower baby.” Rumble looked up at him and huffed in frustration, he didn't like when people other than Macaque, Wukong or Savage approched him. He was a very suspicious lil guy. But then after a few seconds Rumble mrrped in acknowledgement. Sanzang brightened and teared up, that was a very rare moment. Wujing patted Sanzang on the shoulder and congrulated him. Then the river demon looked down and smiled at the huffy cub. Rumble looked up and mrrped in acknowledgement again, he then huffed, annoyed, and hid behind his lil doll with red cheeks. Aw, he’s shy, thought Macaque.

The black-furred monkey looked one last time as his lil grumpy pants of a cub before diving in the shadows to retrieve his other cub.

Savage was on the other side of the camp, shrieking with laughter. She was looking at Ao Lie and Wukong as the two made sille faces. Ao Lie then transformed in his horse form, and Wukong himself transformed in a russet stallion. They did a silly horse dance and Savage clapped with delight. Macaque sighed in fondness. He appeared near Savage and patted her on the head.

Savage eyes brithened when she saw Macaque and she chirped at him in excitement. Macaque smiled and picked his lil fireball in his arms. She squirmed in delight, her long tail wagging like crazy, whipping Macaque's stomach.

“It's nap time.” Cooed Macaque as he rubbed his nose against Savage's. She chirped and giggled, then she hit Macaque's chest. She often did that when her excitement was too overwhelming. Macaque chuckled and kissed her tiny fists.

“Aww, already?” Pouted Wukong. Gods, why did he had the same pouty face as Rumble?

“Good nap, lil Savage.” Ao Lie transformed back in human form and liglty patted Savage's head. Savage was a lot more sociable than her brother. She often crawled towards the pilgrims, pawing at them in wonder.

“Can I be the one to tuck her in?” Asked Wukong, he fidgeted with his fingers nervously. Macaque was a bit shocked. Wukong never asked to tuck the twins in before. Yet the black-furred monkey saw nothing wrong with that. In the contrary, it made his heart beat faster.

“Y-yeah.” Mumbled Macaque with red cheeks.

Wukong shrinked down and approched Savage. Savage gasped in shock, she never saw a shrinked Wukong before. She chirped in excitement, her tail wagging faster, and reached for him with her tiny hands. Wukong chuckled and Macaque carefully passed Savage to him. Savage pawed at Wukong's face in wonder. The great sage chuckled and covered her tiny face in smooches. Macaque watched the scene with a beating heart.

The monkeys got back to the crib. Wukong carefully tucked Savage in, his work was a bit messier than Macaque's but Savage moved a lot in her sleep anyway. Rumble gasped in shock when he saw the shrinked Wukong.

“Is our lil pout-puss shocked.” Chuckled Wukong as he booped Rumbled. Rumble sneezed and glared at him, how dare he make him sneeze.

Macaque gave Savage her lil Macaque's doll (still made by Wukong) and he leaned over the crib to kiss both the cubs. Wukong also leaned over the crib to pinch their round cheeks before saying “good nap” in a singing voice. Macaque wasn't one to sing a lullaby, he was a terrible singer, as such he soothed his cubs before naps and nights by making lil animals made of shadows and having them walk above the cubs.

Macaque made a lil shadow dragon because he knew it was Savage's favorite, then he made a lil shadow cat snuggle Rumble, it was Rumble favorite. The cubs watched the shadow animals with round eyes, Savage squeezed her doll and did a lil blep before closing her eyes. Rumble yawned and snuggle his doll, hiding his face in it.

“They're adorable.” Cooed Wukong.

“Yeah.” Chuckled Macaque. “Huh, thank you, for tucking in Savage. You can do it in the future too, if you want it…”

“It's my pleasure. I, huh, I didn't know if I was allowed to…” Macaque frowned at this.

“Why ?”

“Well, tucking them in is a… father thing and I'm not… You're their parent.” Macaque didn't like the sound of that. While it was true he was technically the only biological parent, Wukong played such a big role in their developpement as well…

“I… You can be their father too, you know. You help so much you're basically a parent to them anyway.” Mumbled Macaque with a red face. Gods why was this so embarrassing? Macaque tentatively looked at Wukong and was meant with a very, very, very excited face. The great sage's tail was wagging so much it almost woke up the babies. “Hey careful-” Macaque didn't have time to answer, Wukong leaped at him and covered his face in kisses.

“Thanks you, thank you, thank you!”

Macaque blushed furiously.

Wukong tilted his head, confused by Macaque's reaction, and then he realized what he did and his fur fluffed up, and his erupted in red.

“S-sorry.” Shriked Wukong.

“I-It's okay, I-I liked it.” Blurted out Macaque. He cursed himself once he realized what he said.

Both monkeys stilled and looked at the other with red faces.

“Oh for the love of Gods, just date already!” Groaned Bajie who was preparing tonight dinner.

“Shut up Bajie!” Shouted both monkeys, both very embarrassed.

+ cut scenes

Macaque : alright, I'm leaving for two minutes, can you watch them? 🤨

The wind : of couuuuurse 😉

Macaque *when he comes back* : 😱

Savage *being lifted high up by the wind* : 😂😂

Rumble *with fur all ruffled up by the wind* : 😠

 

Sanzang *after being mrrped by Rumble* : This is a national day for me 😌. I shall celebrate this every year.

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[dreamywakes]

Euphoria BPR: Gen 20 Purple 

Life has been hectic being one of five children, but your passion for writing has caused you to stand out from your blended family. As heir you have been tasked with carrying on the family name. Being a bit of a homebody proves difficult for you to find a mate, but a once in a lifetime trip brings love to your door.

Heir: Ditto Euphoria

Peach Spouse: Jardan Necture by @1m-dirty-dan thank you so much 🤎

Ditto Euphoria + Jardan Necture =

Cinnamon, Russet, Calico, Saffron

Vote for who should be our Peach heir here

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

This meme, but its Soap and: "Johnny, where the fuck is my eyeshadow palette??" "Sorry-y-y-y, Christine! I was out of a war paint! I'll buy you another one, I promise!" And then he really buys another one, a completely another one, with the colors, Riot never used before, even on these rare occasions, when she used a tiny bit of shadows. But that actually helped her discover a few new options of a makeup, that look fantastic on her.

''JOHN IAN MACTAVISH''

It was in that moment when Soap knew he had fucked up.

His sister Isla tried to muffle a laugh when she saw the absolute terror in his baby blue eyes, already knowing what was about to go down. Her little brother had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get her to help him save his hide, and the last five groaning at her laughter.

''Isla, please, PLEASE, she's gonna kill meh''

''Should'ave thought that better then, Bràthair (brother)'' Isla chuckled when he pouted, more worried about choosing her outfit for her date than helping. ''Why did'yae think t'was a good idea to use her eyeshadow for yer wee painting is beyond meh''

''Ah dinnae think it through, ah just needed silver pigments!'' Soap dove behind her bed to hide when they could hear Riot's steps coming down the stairs from the second floor. She knocked on the threshold once, shaking with anger, her blue eyes fuming.

''Where the FUCK is your useless brother?''

''Are ye gonna kill him?'' Isla turned in her stool with a big smile, seeing from the corner of her eye how Johnny was gesticulating wildly at her from the floor.

''YES''

''In that case, ah think ah saw him running to the barn''

''Thank you'' Christine turned in her heels to prowl down the stairs to the ground floor. When her steps died in the distance, Johnny raised his head over Isla's bed.

''Yer my saviour, sis''

''Ye better fix it, ye know. Tha'was her only palette'' Isla felt a bit of pity when she saw the crestfallen look on her brother's face. Everyone knew that Christine rarely bought things for herself, and the things she did buy lasted forever because she was very careful. Also, she rarely bothered with eyeshadow. ''Aww, dinnae look at meh like that, ye eejit. Listen, yer gonna do this...''

*

''Please, pleeeease, pretty please with a cherry on top''

Christine rolled her eyes, trying hard to keep her frown when Johnny kept grovelling and apologizing, kneeling in front of her while she was sitting on the bed at the guest room (her room, as Mam insisted over and over again, but she resisted to believe).

''Just... stop it, Johnny. It's alright. It's just stupid makeup''

''Aye, it is... NO, NO IT ISN'T'' Johnny corrected himself immediately, seeing Isla's face peeking from the hallway, glaring at him. ''Ah mean, aye but nah. T'was yers and Ah ruined it, so it's only fair Ah make it up to yeh. Heeheh make up, got it?''

From the hallway, Isla facepalmed so hard that for a moment she was afraid Christine would hear, but she seemed just as dumbfounded, sighing.

''What have you done now, Johnny?

''Bought ye some, see'' The excited Scot emptied a shopping bag on the bed, starting to show her what he had bought. ''Isla told meh ye needed a naked palette...''

''Nude''

'T'is not the same?''

Christine sighed deeply, examining the nude collection palette in her hands. She couldn't deny some of the colours looked pretty, but she wasn't sure.

''Johnny, I don't think...''

''Wait, wait, Ah have more''

''What?''

He dropped palette after palette on her hands. A small one with bronze tones. Another one with a saturated, pearlescent deep purple. Another with rose-copper and russet-brown shades that he explained would combine well with her blue-gray eyes. And another single one with a vibrant peach.

''Ah dinnae keen what else to bring ye but... are ye crying?''

Christine shook her head slowly, still looking at the eyeshadow palettes, not knowing what to do. It was too much just for a silly thing like makeup. Johnny sat down beside her and grabbed her hands.

''Ah should nae touched yer things... here let me paint ye''

''Paint? What? I'm not a canvas, don't you... Johnny!''

Isla laughed under her breath, shutting the door when the bickering started again. Everything was right again in the MacTavish household.

[ratsoh-writes]

Ages updated!!!!

I’m gonna do my best to include all important characters, including some “side characters” that appear often enough! So let’s begin!

Undertale: Sans: 65, papyrus: 49, Undyne: 47, alphys: 54,Toriel: 934, Asgore: 933, Grillby: 522, Mettaton: 22

Underswap: Star: 60, honey: 44, Twister: 44, Winter: 1013, Napstablook: 23

Underfell: Red: 66, edge: 43, storm: 44, King: 998, felltron: 21

Swapfell Mal: 60, cash: 51

Horrortale Oak: 75, willow: 59, Miss: 944

Horrorswap Lilac: 70, Basil: 54

Horrorfell Rust: 76, Noir: 53

Underlust Charm: 66, sugar: 52, Amor: 367, winnie: 10

Lustswap Sparks: 59, Salt: 50

Lustfell Lush: 63, Pepper: 51, Jezebel: 212, Marcelo goldenfoot: 455

Lustswapfell Sir: 68, weasel: 52, snow: 61

Lustred Flambe: 55, Pesto: 54

Lustgold Butler: 68, gold: 49

Outertale Pluto: 67, Jupiter: 49, titan: 598

Outerfell Orion: 60, atlas: 52

Outerswap Helios: 44, Artemis 36

Fellswap Lord: 60, mutt: 53

Fellswap gold Wine: 64, coffee: 50, Empress: 1033

Farmtale Peaches: 51, rancher: 46, Rosemary: 550, Yosemite: 501

Farmswap Cider: 50, Barley: 42, Carmen: 85, whisky: 520

Farmfell Ram: 49, pitch: 40, russet: 478, pooch: 489

Horrorfarm Moose: 64, maple: 53

Mafias Butch: 60, snipe: 58, ace: 53, boss: 50, slim: 48, bruiser: 45, tempest: 64, Don: 645, Madame: 647, Mr corgi (aka Charles): 67

Birdtale Quill: 59, crow: 51

Birdswap Mango: 62, papaya: 36, canary: 278

Birdfell Roost: 53, harpy: 42, Lewis: 90

Draketale Alden: 68, Ollivander: 60

Drakefell Barin: 71, Arwin: 59

Drakeswap Hilda: 66, saga: 63

Seatale Fisher: 60, Jasper 25

Seaswap Finn: 59, sails: 27

Seafell Hook: 58, captain: 30

Gastertale G: 80, green: 79

Dancetale Pop: 52, rhythm: 45, salsa: 678

Theatretale Tempo: 50, vibrato: 29

Fallouttale Lens: 69, cricket, 49, piranha: 65

Templetale Zen: 67, shield: 35

Nomadtale Gears: 49, compass: 42, copper: 645, lilo: 21, weave: 126, wisteria: 157, linden: 158

Here’s a quick rundown of a monsters lifespan:

A common monster has a life expectancy of 700 years give or take. The oldest monster in record (that wasn’t a royal) was a Drake monster who lived 732 years.

They are considered infants/babies up until the age of two. Toddlerhood is from 2-6

Children are from the ages of 7-13. Most monsters start public school at ages 7-8

Teenagers are from 14-19. Monsters mature at a slower rate than humans, and so while the body may look grown in the later teen years, they have yet to develop sexual maturity until around 20.

Once 20 they are considered adults, but some subspecies can continue growing up till 30

After puberty in the early 19-22 range, a monster is considered a young adult from 25-190. You can compare those ages to a human in their early to mid 20s physically

Middle Ages range from 200s- 400s roughly

500s are considered older and retirement age, 600s are elderly. Anything past 680 is fragile

The lifespan goes down with halfbreed monsters ( “full” monster parent and “full” human parent) where they live around 600-650 years

The lifespan takes a bigger drop for mages who have an expectancy of 250 years. Witches (humans who have trained to use magic) are known to live up to their 130s if they aren’t soulbonded to a monster partner.

Monsters and half breeds born with the disease called dimming rarely live past their 400s

An exception to the monster lifespan are the “royals”. They take a ritual after being voted into office that binds them to their country, making it so that any decisions they make for the country has to be for its and the peoples benefit (as far as they believe), making them a servant to ebott for the rest of their lives, but extending their life and health in return. The ritual can be broken for the royals who wish to retire and die in peace. The oldest recorded ruler was rumored to be around three thousand

And now the crash!!

For those who don’t know what that is, it’s when all the AUs merged (and my excuse for why all these guys are in the same place lol).

The crash started 17 years ago, and ended within 9 months. Since then no other mystery groups of monsters have been discovered.

Here’s a brief timeline of ebott from crash until now

First day: the land mass that holds ebott appears

Day 2: undertale, underswap, gastertale,, dancetale, theatretale, templetale, all the “farm” AUs, “lust” AUs and the “outer” AUs

Month one: the bird AUs fall from the sky, the nomads stumble out of the forest and the sea AUs mysteriously arrive on ship to shore

Month two, after two months, most of the fell aus (underfell, swapfell, fellswap gold) appear

Month three, the factory (mafias) monsters appear along with the “ghost city” now inhabited and known as ebott city, the capitol. A few weeks later, the fallout monsters appear and ebotts first official hospitals are created

Month four, the royals are finally brought together after threats of inner fighting, and Asgore is voted in as the king

Things settle for four more months, and the new land is explored, vary basic laws are out into place, and things start getting divided into districts.

Month five: Ebott makes contact with several other countries and is introduced to the worlds currency system. Ebotts gold, silver, copper coins is recognized as a currency by the rest of the world

Month seven, the first and only orphanage is founded for any unclaimed children.

On month nine of the crash, the monsters finally access the underground, and to their horror, they find three separate chambers housing the starving horror AUs who had no idea everything that was going on above.

Month ten, land is sold and divided, and ebott begins creating large scale farms

May 20, 2007, ebott celebrates their first official year as a country. The capitol city is named new ebott (cause Asgore sucks at naming things and frankly the rest of the royals aren’t much better)

May 30th, the royal guard is finally re-organized

December 2007, ebotts first countrywide gyftmas celebration, also an official design for the flag and coins are voted on and implemented

February 2008, the first official jail is built and used in ebott lol

July 2008, ebott is finally let into the rest of the worlds internet, and electricity reaches more areas besides just ebott city

August 2008, ebotts children and teens discover tik tok, and it is unanimously decided by every one that a standard public school has to be created

Late august 2008, the first public school is finished in city center

September 2008, the number of school sites number around 300, and counting

January 2009, ebott state college is built and open

April 2009, the ebott scouts is formed, and children hoping to join the guard in the future are able to sign up.

March 2010, ebott is opened by presiding countries for international students and charity programs

November 2010, the following of lady magic opens the temple to the public, and takes over the maintenance of what used to be known as the horrors underground. A grotto is transformed into a place of remembrance for those left behind before the crash

May 2011, the core from the stable underground is moved to the surface and duplicated into several other power factories. All of inhabited ebott is at least within an hour of power

May 2012, the stable underground is open to the public as a tourist attraction. Ebotts is opened by presiding countries to tourism

February 2013, because of public pressure from mainly farm, bird, lusts and the temple monsters, human-monster marriages are now recognized under the state as valid

July 2013 A farm monster discovers how to successfully cultivate magic crops from the underground, aboveground. He shares the secret for free, and other farm monsters take initiative to start sharing their own crop secrets. He is awarded the title of prince.

January 2014 Due to complaints about side effects from human foods, money is poured into research about safer ways to process and preserve foods in ebott.

April 2014, mellowmart becomes the largest company in ebott, finally beating out Walmart in scale.

December 2016, ebott petitions to be recognized as a free independent country to the United Nations. Ebott is turned down

December 2017, ebott petitions again to be recognized as an independent nation

February 2017 Immigration into ebott is closed, and monsters begin boycotting imported human goods. The ebott navy is built.

July 2017, ebott is declared an independent nation

March 2018, the royals declare ebott self sufficient in feeding the country when the amount of food related exports finally exceeds the imports for the first time

July 2018, ebott celebrates its first freedom festival

October 2018, the first college dedicated to the arts is opened in the captitol

July 2019, magical spars are declared the national sport after a grueling battle between spar fans and pickleball fans

November 2019, the first echo festival is celebrated in Goldenvalley

February 2020, humans not born in ebott are finally allowed to apply for citizenship, and the process for that is created.

April 2020 the goldenflower festival is organized for the first time

September 2020, several big brands like coco cola, Hersheys and nestle are banned in ebott when complaints of health issues becomes too much

March 2021, Wendy’s becomes the first company to create a monster-safe fast food outside of ebott, and after months of testing, is given permission to sell. Many other food companies follow and begin making separate recipes for their monster customers

May 2022, snails are declared the national animal of ebott, and popular snail breeds are recognized and the society of the domesticated snail is created for shows and licenses

November 2022, a different country tries to declare war on ebott on the grounds of them “stealing” their young working force (immigrant workers). Ebott threatens to close borders to tourists, those coming for medical care, and all outside companies selling in their lands. The untied nations slaps down the country declaring war.

February 2023, a new branch of the royal guard, called the NPTRF (national people’s trafficking relief foundation) or more commonly called the reverse kidnappers by ebotts supportive teens, is founded to combat the rapidly rising issue of monsters and humans being trafficked and dragged outside the country

[masquerade-of-time]

Okay so I'm opening the ask box for character asks once again, but I wont be drawing them anymore for the asks. Just. Diolouge. SO ASK ANY OF TEAM MUZE OR SPTR OR ANY CANON CHARACTERS FROM RWBY (Mostly like. RWBY, JNR, And like Oscar Qrow and Ozpin)

For anyone that doesnt know, team MUZE has Maron, Ebony, Udell, and Zane and SPTR has Sangria, Peach, Taupe, and Reggie

You can also ask Malleus and Solane stuff too Cause I think there cool asf

[aloysiavirgata]

Just read all the Henry stuff you wrote! It’s so good! Can we please have some more?)) pretty please?)))

Oh, bless. Henry is my albatross. As a woman who was a teen girl in the 90’s and a secret romantic I want Mulder and Scully together 4 EVRRR!!!!

But as a woman who has watched so goddamn many of her friends in toxic relationships I’m also like DANA KATHERINE SCULLY GTFO THIS ABSOLUTELY SHIT RELATIONSHIP.

I struggle, man. People want Henry and Scully shmoopy fic. They want Scully leaving him for Mulder. And I also want both.

What have I done? Sigh.

***

She loves him, her gentle, straightforward husband. She loves his children, who love her back but revere their mother, the dead and saintly Joan.

The dogs, at least, are reliably fickle. They revere anyone with snacks.

Henry in a tuxedo, handsome in the way of freshman biology professors and the bachelor uncles of high school best friends. Henry would buy you a malted, would walk you home, would defend your honor. Would love you until your splintered heart knit back together like a comminuted fracture.

She adores him in a way that is unfair to him.

Scully - no. Dana. But old habits haunt hard.

Dana is in a strapless silk dress the color of an August thunderstorm, the color of an angry sea. A dress cut like a first kiss, a last kiss. Like a long goodbye.

Viv helped her pick it, Viv with the endless ripened-peach beauty of eighteen.

“Gorgeous,” the other guests tell her, and she tosses her russet head as Henry’s wife must. As Dr. Scully must. She bares her pretty white arms, her pretty white throat. The ropes of freshwater pearls click softly.

Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty Waltz begins and Henry beams down at her with his hand at her back. They are beautiful in the mirrors and she knows it and she likes it. She likes her long red hair and her handspan waist and Henry like Cary Grant.

Henry dips her and she laughs, happy. She likes that too, being happy. She was sad for a long time.

In the mirror is Mulder at the corners; she sees him hold out his hand to her for the shadowed dance they did for so long. It was a tango more than a waltz, it was a minor key more than it was ever a major. It was painful and sweet and lonesome and violent.

Henry kisses her beneath the chandelier, cups her face in his big hand. “I love you,” he mouths.

She smiles up at him. “I love you too.” And she does, oh, she does. She rests her head against his chest, against his solid, endless heart.

Dana - Scully - closes her eyes until Mulder slips away, William slips away. The shadows gather in the mirrors, in the corners, and they are alone together in the crowded room.

[miasmaghoul]

Mushy May - Day 6

Prompt: Picnic

Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Cumulus/Sunshine Contains: summertime flirting, the inherently sexual act of feeding someone a peach, nibbling as a love language, a significant lack of mush because I straight up forgot , and the promise of a nice meal :) Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: The girls have a snack while they wait for Cirrus to bring them lunch. A very normal lunch. :)

Summertime at the abbey is something special. Cumulus adores it - she’d spend every waking moment outside if she could get away with it. By the lake, wandering the forest and the gardens, up on the abbey roof - anything was fair game.

But this - this is her favorite place to be.

The orchard in summer is a sight to behold, rolling hills covered in trees filled to bursting with citrus and stone fruits. Tended to by Mountain and a handful of earth hybrids, the harvest is destined for sale at the abbey’s associated farmstand. For now, though, the branches above remain heavy with nature’s bounty. 

It’s a rare day off for the ghouls and they’ve been out here for a while; Cumulus, Cirrus and Sunshine had spent their morning swimming with Rain and Mountain while Dew, Swiss and Aether lazed about on the shore. The ghoulettes had retreated to the orchard - still clad in their swimsuits - once a splash fight had broken out amongst the boys, surreptitiously absconding with a worn old blanket from the greenhouse. Cumulus was hardly complaining - the hills here are much better for soaking up the essence of summer.

Cumulus takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the heady fragrance of sun-warmed fruit. She’s sitting in the comfortable shade of a peach tree, resting against its trunk and basking in the unmatched calm of the world around her.

The peace is broken soon enough by a disgruntled groan from her left, Sunshine poking at her thigh.

“What’s taking so long?” The other ghoulette whines, picking at their blanket. She’s on her back, starfished, bronze skin glowing in the summer sun. “I’m starving!” A gentle breeze ruffles her russet curls, brushes them over her forehead, and Sunshine looks so beautiful that Cumulus can only smile.

“Relax, sunbug,” she trills, reaching out to give Sunshine’s bare foot a gentle pat. “Cir will be back with lunch any minute, I‘m sure.”

“That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” Sunshine says with a grumpy huff, a cute little crease forming between her brows. Cumulus sighs, impossibly fond.

“Patience, sweet pea,” she coos, running her thumb over the pronounced bone of Sunshine’s ankle. “Patience.”

Sunshine grumbles under her breath, but doesn’t argue further. Cumulus can’t blame her for complaining, really. They have been out here for a while, and Cumulus would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling more than a little peckish herself. She tips her head back as she strokes Sunshine’s shin, smiling at the ticklish feeling of the other ghoulette’s leg hair. Afternoon sunlight filters through the leaves and Cumulus sees something that she know will help.

“How about a snack while we wait?” 

Sunshine’s head shoots up in an almost comical way, her golden eyes sparkling. 

“You have snacks!? And you didn’t tell me!?” 

Cumulus laughs, pointing upwards, and the other ghoulette follows her perfectly manicured finger - right to the fat, ripe peach hanging a few feet above them..

“Grab that for me, would you?”  

Sunshine needs no further convincing, scrambling excitedly to her feet. Cumulus watches with an appreciative gaze - the other ghoulette is a vision in her sun-yellow bikini, the halter neck and low-cut bottoms exposing a delicious amount of soft, warm skin. The red stone in Sunshine’s dangly belly button piercing glitters in the light, catching in the entrancing line of her happy trail when she hops up to grab the fruit. If Cumulus drools a little at the sight, she really can’t be faulted for it. 

Sunshine wrests the peach from its home easily, handing it down to her with a toothy grin. Cumulus accepts it with a wink, gesturing at her lap, and Sunshine gladly accepts the wordless invitation. She lays on her back, resting her head on those plush thighs, and Cumulus takes a moment to scratch the base of her cute little horns. Sunshine purrs at the touch, turning her head to nip affectionately at the soft swell of Cumulus’s belly.

“C’mon, Lus,” she murmurs, wrapping an arm around her waist, “gonna eat you pretty soon.” Cumulus flashes her some fang.

“You promise, sweetheart?”

Sunshine’s eyes glimmer with something mischievous and she tugs at Cumulus’s polka dotted bikini bottoms with her teeth. Cumulus chirrups and gives her a wink as she unglamours a single, long claw and uses it to split the peach; it’s blush pink and warm to the touch. Impossibly juicy once she breaks the skin, drops of the stuff falling from her fingers and onto Sunshine’s chin and chest. The other ghoulette giggles, wriggling around with her tongue out, chasing that dripping nectar.

“Stay still,” Cumulus chides, but she can’t hide the amusement in her voice. Sunshine is simply too cute for her own good sometimes - but she knows when to listen, and quickly settles. Cumulus pulls a chunk of flesh from the peach and dangles it over the other ghoulette’s face. “Open up, sweet girl.” 

Sunshine’s eyes go heavy at Cumulus’s sultry tone, plush lips parting. Cumulus feeds her the fruit with delicate fingers, Sunshine wrapping that skilled tongue around it and pulling it into her mouth with a pleased hum. 

“Tasty?” Sunshine nods, licking juice from the corner of her mouth.

“Almost as sweet as you, Lussy,” she says with a wink, and Cumulus is wont to believe her.

They fall into comfortable silence, Cumulus feeding the other ghoulette bits of fruit and relishing the slide of that tongue against her skin. She only steals a single bite for herself, and it tastes like summertime incarnate. Soon enough the peach is gone and Cumulus chucks the pit over her shoulder, juice trailing all the way down to her elbow. She moves to wipe it off on the blanket, but Sunshine catches her wrist before she gets the chance.

Cumulus huffs out a pleased sigh when Sunshine licks at her fingers, her palm, down her wrist and forearm. She purrs while she works, and Cumulus’s other hand makes its way to rest on Sunshine’s stomach. She can’t resist dragging her nails along the subtle ridge of her ribs, delighting in the way Sunshine squirms. It’s so entrancing that she can’t stop, sliding those elegant fingers over the other ghoulette’s stomach, dipping into her navel. Fiddling with that pretty piercing before drifting further south.

“You’re so warm,” Cumulus lilts, fingertips gliding through that soft hair, teasing the edge of her swimsuit bottoms. Sunshine looks up at her through long lashes, sucking the last traces of juice from Cumulus’s thumb. “Bet you taste real nice right now, hmm?”

Sunshine kisses the tip of her thumb before releasing Cumulus’s hand. She reaches up and rests a delicate palm on Cumulus’s cheek, thumbing over her luscious lower lip. Cumulus nuzzles into the touch and Sunshine gives her a dangerous little smirk. 

“Maybe you should come down here and find out.”

Cumulus sinks her licked-clean hand into Sunshine’s soft curls, tugging her head back and admiring the slender line of the throat. Maybe later she’ll sink her teeth into the tender skin there, really get her to squirm. For now, though, those peach-pink lips are calling her name. Cumulus offers a warm smile, filled with promise.

“Maybe I wi-”

A distant scream cuts her off, and the pair of them freeze. Cumulus watches the way Sunshine’s ear flicks, feels her breath hitch; when she catches the faintest hint of copper floating on the honeyed breeze, Cumulus has the singular pleasure of watching Sunshine’s pupils narrow to cat-like slits. She breathes out a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to the other ghoulette’s cheek instead and straightening up.

“I think it’s lunchtime, sunbug.” 

Sunshine grins, her fangs elongating, the tips of her ears going fuzzy.

“Dibs on the liver,” she chirps, and, well, Cumulus can never say no to that face. 

“Better hurry,” she croons, patting Sunshine’s cheek, “you know that’s Cir’s favorite part.”

Another scream, closer this time, and Sunshine is out of her lap before Cumulus can even blink. She watches as Sunshine scampers off on all fours, her tail lashing wildly behind her. Cumulus rolls her eyes as she stands, smirking, endlessly amused by the other ghoulette’s boundless energy.

“Save some for me!”

As she strides towards the joyous melody of visceral screams and tearing flesh, freeing her razor-sharp talons and stretching her jaw along the way, Cumulus can’t help but wonder if kidneys pair well with peaches.

[askvekpa]

IT WAS RED AND YELLOW AND GREEN AND BROWN AND SCARLET AND BLACK AND OCHRE AND PEACH AND RUBY AND OLIVE AND VIOLET AND FAWN AND LILAC AND GOLD AND CHOCOLATE AND MAUVE AND CREAM AND CRIMSON AND SILVER AND ROSE AND AZURE AND LEMON AND RUSSET AND GREY AND PURPLE AND WHITE AND PINK AND ORANGE AND BLUE

This must be what YOU EARTHLINGS call TORTURE…

WHAT DID I DO to deserve THIS.