#she’s been in my head for a while marcille means a lot to me

[rowanchai]

marcille :]

[dismas-n-dismay]

Please I need to see the ship kids? Is Laios a good uncle? Do they have scales/feathers or sharp teeth? Horns? Claws? (This series has me in a chokehold rn)

*SQUEEZES YOU IN MY GRASP*

I had to put everything under the cut because this is a hella long post so everyone else just look at these cute farcille babies and rock on

HI HOWDY!! Laios is obsessed with these little freaks (he would never call them that though cause he would literally die for them if needed) He’s essentially been right by Falin and Marcille’s side since day one when it came to the babies! He’s a surprisingly good uncle but definitely that one where he gives the kids gifts that the parents are like “YEAH NO- he’s 8 he doesn’t need a crossbow”

He definitely gives the kids little trinkets he gets from foreign dignitaries since I don’t picture Laios really liking all the gifts and gold and money people will give him to butter him up when he catches onto it. The cool monster stuff stays with him though, but he’ll let the kids look at anything cool he gets that he decides to keep for his personal collection. I like to imagine that when he holds them he always keeps them to the side of his hip, real mom type stance when he’s holding them.

Secondly, GREAT QUESTION!! They have a little bit of both! Haru (the cream colored baby) has feathery down covering his ears, chest, and wings as well as basically anywhere else that he isn’t scaly or covered in soon to be thought flesh. He’s more of a dragon from the waist down but bird from the waist up like Falin was.

His sister Haize (the apple red one) has the most scales! (But the least feathers out of the pair) Haize has more of that traditional dragon look and unlike Haru, she’s dragon basically to the neck up. She has scrawny little forearms that aren’t quite attuned to walking yet but once she grows they’ll become a lot more useful for the crawling around stage of her infancy! Haru will often try to climb on her back because he wants to be fast too- he’s only a little guy but he still hates that she got the extra limb genes where he didn’t.

Both have wings though the down that Haru has makes it a bit difficult for him to fly, though he really grows to enjoy flapping and the flutter of his wings! Haize has more sleek featherless dragon wings which make her flight process a bit easier, though her longer body means that her flying is quite silly (it’s like when you pick a cat up by their middle and they just dangle, imagine that but with flight and her trying to tuck her limbs in to have less weight pulling her down). Both have claws on their dragon halves as well as spikes/spines on their backs though only Haize has been born with the making for clawed hands, Haru grows into his later in life!

Really Falin and Marcille are glad that the kids are in relative captivity, Haru’s inherited the “head empty, no thoughts, tee hee” touden genes and they’re like 75 percent certain that he would get eaten if natural selection had its way - assuming Haize didn’t protect him ofc. Haru is very sleepy as a baby while Haize is very cranky. She likes to sleep on her back but her itty bitty dragon wings get cramped when she does and sleeping on her side isn’t as a comfy. Aside from that she just likes attention and being with her parents which is tough due to their jobs.

Haru has colic due to the light magic that manifests in his stomach pouch organ! He was born with an organ similar to the one red dragons have that allows them to breathe fire! It allows him to conjure and manifest light and can be weaponized if a dragon knows what they’re doing. Really it’s much more useful as bioluminescence for dragons who dwell in darker dungeons as it allows them to lure in prey and the pouch’s brightness grows as a dragon approaches somewhere stacked with mana and magic which is an easy way to find enemies or food! Typically light dragons are very powerful but a rare find as they’re often incredibly soft and unable to protect themselves as babies as well as their newly born pouches which let off a lot of glow due to basically incubating for a year or so and refuse to dampen until they learn to properly dispel their magic via spells. Not to mention how easy of a target it is for their obvious weak spot, one bad slash to the tummy and ur done.

Most dragon babies learn early as having that much magic in you hurts a LOT but Haru takes a lot while to learn it, though Falin soon learns that pressing on his stomach and conjuring her own light magic to siphon Haru’s own eases a lot of his tummy aches and pains.

(I got way more facts about these guys so if you wanna know more just send another ask!! :]!! /gen)

[chuckeroo777]

Frieren Liveblog- Chapters 1-4

Welcome back! Today we start reading Frieren! Unlike my Dungeon Meshi liveblog, this one will be blind!

To start, let's go over what I do know.

-Frieren is an immortal elf mage of some renown.

-She lost a human companion she cared a lot about, but unlike Marcille, she's chill about it.

-The mimic scene.

-There's a guy with blue hair, and a demon(?) lady.

-I think they adventure in dungeons to get stronger?

Yeah, I think that's about all I know. Let's see what happens!

And here we have our intrepid heroes! Apparently they already beat the demon lord, so that's nice.

Wait, Himmel? Oh no. I'm pretty sure that's the dude Frieren misses. Alas, it was nice to meet you. Guess the character class "Brave" doesn't save you from death flags. Suddenly not feeling confident Heiter or Eisen will be sticking around either.

Oh no! She's tiny! I love her. LOTR did irreparable damage to fantasy by insisting elves have to be tall.

Well, that was quick. I guess other than Himmel's imminent demise, all my spoilers have already shown up.

Frieren's a high INT low WIS kinda character, isn't she? At this rate, his tragic death is literally going to be old age. No, seriously. I think that's what's about to happen.

This is gonna be a recurring problem, isn't it.

Saw that coming from a mile away. I wonder about the other two companions. Are they longer lived races? Or are they old and wrinkled too?

It's your own fault for being of optimal head pat height. Heiter looks a little older, but not too bad. I can't tell if Eisen is different. With the manga format, for all I know, he's gone grey.

Ah. Perhaps not as chill about it as I assumed. Also, I went ahead and switched over to a better translation. Maybe the other was more accurate, but good lord was it stiff as hell.

Who's this cutie? I'd hope she is a major character, but with 70 years having passed since the manga started, I'm worried about getting attached to anyone but Frieren.

Phooey.

This can only end well.

Now what exactly does that mean? I'm sensing some deeper motivations for studying magic for both of them. (Also, I'm not retracting my Phooey until I confirm Fern doesn't die of old age at the end of the chapter.)

Oh dear. I thought I got enough of this from The Monster who Wants to Eat Me, but I guess we're doing this here too.

Best case scenario really.

Yessss! New companion! Also, this is really sweet, even if it only worked because Frieren didn't care about wasting six whole years.

Telekinesis may not be flashy, but the raw utility it can provide is nuts.

The adventurer's creed. As long as the loot is magic, you want it. Guess who has a collection of hundreds of scrolls and potions in BG3 despite having used, maybe 5 total. No, I can't store them in camp. What if I need them later!

Yep, they're adventurers alright. I am rather happy to see that despite her stoic facade, Frieren is in fact, a goober.

Where's the lie?

Keep telling yourself that.

Oh god, please tell me this Manga isn't a cycle of new companions joining, growing old, and dying.

Please stop vagueblogging at your apprentice.

No one told me this was a sad manga.

Good for you, but don't forget to retrieve the lady's seeds before you leave.

This isn't giving hope that this mange isn't on a centuries spanning timescale.

Oh no. It's only been four chapters, but I already adore her.

Is candy a euphemism for something?

This is sadly rather relatable.

Oh my god Frieren, stop staring at Fern's bobs.

Ok, so, before I finish tonight's session, I decided to take a little peek ahead to assuage my fears. This is from chapter 107, so it looks like I don't have to worry about Frieren repeatedly outliving her friends in this story. At least with old age. They could still die the old fashioned way. The only other detail I accidentally spoiled is that Fern is still with her, so reverse death flag, I guess.

And that's the first session! Very different vibes from what I was expecting. It's very somber, while being funny in a rather low-key way. Frieren is already a delight, and I'm interested to learn more about Fern. So far she seems to mostly be the straight-man, but I'm sure she has some fun quirks.

Also, glad to see basically everything I was spoiled on was in chapter 1. I went into Dungeon Meshi knowing about the cool monster Marcille is in lesbians with.

[psiroller]

chilaios, laundry

Laios should have been on laundry duty; instead, he watched over Chilchuck’s shoulder as his needle punched between cords of tightly woven green wool. Chilchuck couldn’t help but feel like a bug being burnt up under a magnifying glass whenever Laios watched him do anything. It wasn’t exactly paranoia; Laios’ motivations were always weirder than outright malice, but his curiosity had been focused to a searing point, and Chilchuck was starting to sweat under it.

“What? You got something to tell me?”

“Hm?” Laios blinked dumbly. “No. I was just watching you work.” Somewhere along the process of folding Falin’s sleeping gown, holding it half an arm’s length out in front of him, he’d frozen in place. He put it down in his lap, finally, with a sheepish glance away. “It’s… kinda hypnotic,” he admitted.

“You know I hate that,” Chilchuck hissed, the tips of his ears hot. “I’m not a bard, I don’t need an audience.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re diligent about patching that thing up, I was just...” Met with a long, terse silence, Laios shrugged. “Never mind.”

Laios returned to the Sisyphean task of rolling his sister’s laundry up with his own, the way they’d always done it before they were separated, as tightly as possible to save on valuable inventory space. Chilchuck continued mending the loose hem in his neck warmer. The gold thread glimmered in the low spellight, wound around his fingers in rings that gradually loosened as he pulled the needle through.  Laios kept watching out of the corner of his eye, and Chilchuck felt every glance like one of Marcille’s magic missiles whizzing past his head.

Chilchuck heaved a weary sigh and rolled his shoulders, trying to stretch his back out. “It’s uh. My girls. They… made me this thing,” he ground out, waving his knitted neck warmer like a white flag. “Before that whole thing with—y’know, they—"

“Left you,” Laios said, automatically. Helpfully, ideally.

“Before my wife—y’know what. Forget it! Forget it. Hah, yup. Last time I listen to an orc!” Then Chilchuck was muttering half-foot curses to himself; he stitched at a machine’s pace. Laios considered running to get Falin to salvage this wreck of a conversation, but he’d done alright while she was slowly dying in the dragon’s stomach and unable to rescue him from his own mouth.

“It must mean a lot to you,” Laios said. Chilchuck scratched at the fur on the back of his neck. “It’s—nice. I think they did a good job.”

Chilchuck snorted. “Yeah, me too,” he said, more softly. “As far as sentimental keepsakes go, it’s lightweight, so I can take it with me on the job. I just have to take care of it, but, y’know. It’s worth the effort.”

“So… they all made it together?”

“Yeah. Flertom came up with the design, Mayjack helped her with the pattern and cutting the cloth, and Puckpatti did the stitching.” He chuckled. “Which is why it keeps coming loose. She was still learning back then.”

Laios couldn’t see Chilchuck smiling, but he heard it. Falin would have been so proud.

“Does that thread you’re using come from home, too?”

“Oh, nah. This, uh… it’s Marcille’s hair?” He chuckled awkwardly. “It’s got defensive magic in it. She gave it to me a few floors ago to patch my vest, and I’m pretty sure that’s what kept that big frog from swallowing me all the way. Been using it for everything ever since.” Chilchuck’s grin turned wry and dark. “Though, knowing what kind of magic she does now, I might end up regretting that.”

Laios made a grim noise of assent, but couldn’t commiserate, having so recently profited from the dark arts. Chilchuck was content to let the conversation drop while his blood pressure was falling, though, and Laios could finally return to laundry duty. Of course, the roll had come undone for the fiftieth time. As Laios gathered up his shirts to try again, something caught his eye, made him pick up a tunic and fold it out—and there, an inch below the collar, was a ring of threaded gold.

[n3ptoonz]

'Hot Springs'

wlw fic on the first day of pride month?! hold your applause 😎😎

Pairing: Falin Touden/Marcille Donato

Fandom: Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, PWP, underwater activities, cunnilingus, Falin can hold her breath for a long time, Falin isn't a monster yet but she got that DOG in her, finger riding, confessions, multiple orgasms, finger sucking- DAMN you get the idea. might be typos

Word count: 1.2k

"I'm so glad you're back with us! I was afraid we would never see you again." Marcille said, nearly clung to Falin's side. The water was nice and warm, and they both knew they could use a relaxing evening away from the chaos in the dungeon. Falin smiled and put her hand over Marcille's when she noticed she was more pale than usual.

"Marcille? You're paler than I am..." she said.

Marcille sat up straight and scratched the back of her head, chuckling sheepishly, "Yeah...I used up a lot of my mana in the last hour alone..."

Falin just blinked and leaned closer to inspect her face. She noticed how a faint tint of red painted her cheeks after being startled. Before Marcille could finish her sentence, Falin grabbed her hand gently to give her some of her mana.

"Relax." she whispered. "You are probably drained from saving me, let me help you." Her voice was still so soft and welcoming as it always was, but her tone was slightly more demanding than usual, and Marcille was starting to like it.

"What do you me- Falin!" Marcille exclaimed, watching Falin submerge herself under the warm water. After letting go of her hand, Marcille then gasped at the feeling of Falin's soft hands grabbing her thighs. On one hand she was worried about Falin not being able to breathe...but as soon as her lips and the pad of her tongue met her folds, her mind surely went blank.

Marcille's legs instinctively started to close when Falin spread her legs further and delved into her like she hadn't eaten in weeks (I mean technically-). Marcille had to cover her own mouth so she wouldn't be heard on the other side of the wall where the guys were bathing.

Who knew Falin had this in her? The strangely skilled woman seemed to have been on a mission the way she swirled her tongue and let her nose brush against the sensitive nub that drove Marcille mad.

Not having much sexual experience, she naturally would start to reach her climax fast. The way Falin lapped at her was too much to bear, but she also still didn't want Falin to be underwater for much longer. Her eyes shut tightly as the pit of her stomach tightened and that unraveling coil had finally snapped. While she came, Falin tried her best to take it all in so it didn't spread far out into the bath water...although it may be a little late for that!

Above the surface all that could be heard was the faint echoes of Marcille's muffled whines and huffs as she trembled in her post-orgasm glow. As she attempted to calm herself Falin came back up with the same small smile on her face. She leaned closer to Marcille again as she saw some of her mana return around her.

"That should replenish some of your strength." she said so casually like she couldn't feel Marcille's legs shaking under her palms. Marcille managed to catch her breath and let her eyes slowly open to the sight of Falin up close and personal, yet still not invading her space.

"I...When the hell did you learn to do that?!" she asked, seemingly back to normal.

Falin tapped her chin in genuine thought, "Err...I was always able to hold my breath for a long time-"

"That's not what I meant- Hey!" she said as she felt Falin's hands pull her into her lap. "...You have got to stop surprising me like that..." she added, but soon quieted as Falin entered one finger inside her. She used her other hand to caress her cheek and brush her hair behind her ear.

"You still seem stressed, Marcille. I wanna help," she said softly this time. "Yes...you are clenching onto my finger-"

"Maybe because it's inside of me!" Marcille blurted out, but her feigned irritation faltered as soon as she realized she was subconsciously riding Falin's fingers. Marcille buried her blushing face into the crook of the other's neck, wrapping her arms around her as her goosebumps became more apparent. She slowly lifted herself again and shyly whispered, "...Could you add another one...?" in reference to another finger. Falin's hands were always so soft and delicate, and Marcille could never forget about that fact.

"Of course," Falin whispered. She was now two fingers deep inside of the shy elf clinging onto her shoulders and trying her best to keep her composure while she rode her fingers. Strangely enough, Marcille's mana was rejuvenating quickly this way. She might have to start purposely using up her energy more often if this is how she can get it back in due time. She became less and less worried about Falin using hers up by this point, she was feeling way too good.

"Mm...please-" she softly moaned desperately. Falin put her free hand on Marcille's hip for more balance since it was clear she was getting lost in the moment.

"Would you like a third finger?" she asked, caressing her cold yet warm wet skin. She watched as Marcille shyly nodded as she kept going; her eyes shut tight and her whines getting louder.

The sound of the water splashing against their skin was beginning to drown out from the pants, hums, and moans filling the room. The steam was no longer there. Only the heat emitting from their skin. The tips of Marcille's ears began turning bright red as Falin added one more finger. She lifted the hand placed on her hip to her freshly washed hair, stroking it to soothe Marcille as she shamelessly regenerated her energy back.

As her soft cries crescendoed, she had no other choice but to muffle herself by biting down onto Falin's shoulder. It wasn't too hard, but it wasn't too soft either.

It was perfect.

Falin let out a soft hiss at this sensation and decided to lift her thumb to rub slow circles around the small nub that was sure to send Marcille off the edge. She let tears flow from her eyes as she reached climax, and Falin didn't intend on stopping her movements.

"Let it out, pretty girl~" Falin mumbled into her ear, and as Marcille rode out her high, she quickly unlatched her teeth from Falin's shoulder and kissed her. She held her face like she could disappear again right here right now. Every groan and cry that escaped her lips was taken in by Falin's, and she didn't mind one bit.

She then backed away and slowly brought her movements to a halt, resting her forehead on the other's. Falin gently removed her fingers and looked at the slick left behind in awe, which prompted Marcille to take the three fingers into her mouth and suck off the extra with a tired, yet cheeky smile.

She finally collapsed into Falin's arms. She just laid her face on top of hers with a soft chuckle and a sigh of content, taking a mini note of how her breasts comfortably rested atop hers.

"I really like you, Falin." she confessed rather quietly. Loud enough for her to hear. Falin glided her hands down her back before pulling her closer, letting the slightly cold water still its movements following hers. She smiled as she nuzzled against the elf's spent form--luckily she would be able to bounce back quickly with her new mana wink wink.

"I really like you too, Marcille."

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 20

We're finally taking care of that undine.

So yeah, Marcille did in fact get attacked earlier because she accidentally poured hot water on the undine.

Is everyone in this series low-key racist?

That's pretty cool how Marcille's staff can act as an external indicator to how much mana she has left.

Something about Namari having to leave the party due to financial issues bugs me. I'm not bugged by Namari specifically, I'm bugged more by the situation.

I've talked about my opinions on the Adventurers' guild from what little bits I've seen and my opinion on it has been generally negative and Namari's situation now makes me feel like the entire guild is just a scam meant to swindle adventurers.

It does provide various services such as corpse retrieval and resurrection, and it probably handles things like providing supplies and maybe building things like the docks in 4F, and it can act as a hub for adventurers to meet each other; but it always feels like the guild doesn't care about adventurers at all beyond what money it can squeeze out of them.

It should ultimately be the guild's responsibility to save Falin and if it isn't up to the task, then it should pay Laios's party to either recover Falin's remains or escort someone who can resurrect her.

I dunno. There doesn't seem to be any large or local government behind this. The Adventurer's guild could be a means for researchers, archaeologists, botanists, pharmacists, etc to get the help they need related to the dungeon, and adventurers should be more akin to salaried or contract workers. But the guild feels like the kind of business that tries to manipulate young people into doing free work for "exposure" and "because they're so passionate".

Marcille, these shenanigans are what I'd expect from Laios.

How forward thinking was Ryoko Kui on everything? We saw a mana herb in chapter 3 and mandrakes were introduced in chapter 4. They're close enough that Kui may have decided to link the two together when she drew a mana herb, but it's really neat how nothing exists in a void.

I'm imagining her writing her Dungeon Meshi bible and having a section about the monsters she wants to use with notes about what kinds of dishes they could be made into. Then there's a section about miscellaneous healing items, and at some point she looked at mana herbs and said "This one needs some background explaining its existence" and then she said it's actually a mandrake.

For once, Laios is the straight-man while Marcille is the one rambling inane methods to capture and eat monsters.

So Senshi's pot isn't just a cast-iron.

Namari said adamantine could withstand dragon fangs and break dragon bones. This had better be relevant when they fight the dragon.

I'm trying to think how Senshi's pot originally being a shield works. The best I can come up with is the original shield was slightly domed-shaped and the part that used to be the lid was the inner layer of the shield.

So yeah. This chapter confirms to me that Namari is a dwarf. I've praised Ryoko Kui a lot but now I'm disappointed that she's actually a coward. Why isn't she drawing Namari with the beautiful braided beard she deserves?

Namari tackled Laios with enough force to send him rolling and hit his head and he's suffering from it after the fight. His armor is dented where she tackled him.

This is the first chapter Laios's race was called Tallmen. Earlier chapters referred to him as a human.

When Marcille is peeling the tentacle, she's holding it with a cloth and it appears to be soaked in vinegar.

I'm going to take a guess here and say that a Tentacle got between Laios and Namari and stung them both at the same time.

Well it all worked out. Marcille recovered her mana.

Namari felt bad leaving the party in dire straits and learning they're eating monsters to get by made her guilt escalate even further. As soon as she tried the food and tasted how good it was, she realized that the party is doing fine and she doesn't need to worry.

Mr Tansu was concerned through this chapter that Namari might rejoin Laios's party out of some sense of obligation or guilt over their situation. All of them sharing the meal Senshi and Marcille made got them to understand that Laios's party is fine and they don't need to worry about them.

Even though it's better for Namari to stick with Mr Tensu's party both for financial and reputation reasons, I'm super bummed that she's not going to stick around. She has great chemistry with the party and there could be an extra layer to the basic story concept by having someone who might take an interest in using monster parts to make tools and weapons.

I think Namari is trying to learn a few things about the whole "Cooking monsters" thing. She's watching intently while Senshi explains something to Chilchuck.

Chilchuck says he's only helping because he was paid in advance and is obligated to stick around, but I bet there's more to it. This is above and beyond his contractual obligations.

And the other guy who left the party in chapter 1 is Shuro. Namari says he likes Falin and proposed to her. So now I need to know why he didn't stick with the party. If he has other connections, maybe he could have funded the journey to rescue Falin instead of leaving Laios to fend for himself.

We'll likely meet him at some point since he apparently is trying to save Falin as well.

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[artificialqueens]

Your life is gonna change me (Biadore) Chapter 7 - AbbiNeedless

“Oh my God!” Violet walked to the mannequin that was in the office and looked astonished at what it was wearing. “Is this kaftan made of flannel fabric?”

“Yes.” Valentina put her bag on the desk and joined her friend. “This one was made by Raja.” “No way, Raja Gemini?” “Yup.” “No fucking way, your aunt works with Raja Gemini?” “And they are the best of friends too.” “Bitch! Why you never told me?” Violet walked around the mannequin studying every single detail of the kaftan. “I fucking love this.” “Well, well, Valentina is already here and she brought company.” Someone said behind them, they turned around and saw Raja entering the room with Tyra by her side. “Wait, you know you cannot bring people in here, Valentina.” Tyra told her. “Not now that we are preparing for the New York’s fashion week!” “Tyra, relax, I asked her to bring her friend.” She passed her a roll of white fabric. “Here you go, now leave us alone, please.” Tyra gave Valentina an annoyed look before leaving the office. “God, she is such a drama queen.” “We’ve been knew.” “So, you’re Violet Chachki, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” She gulped, how did Raja Gemini know her name? “Don’t be nervous, Violet, I asked Valentina to bring you here because I love your work.” “What?” “Valentina knows I don’t like to stick to hire models like Cara Delevigne for my runways, I love to find new talents.” She sat on her desk and opened her laptop. “She told me about this girl in her university that is studying fashion but she also does aerial and burlesque; you.”

Violet looked over at Valentina, she smiled to her and blew a kiss.

“Val sent me a couple of pictures and videos of your work and presentations and I think that you have what I am looking for in my new model and, who knows, maybe in my new apprentice.” “…” Her heart was pounding out of her chest, Raja wanted her to be her model and her apprentice, holy shit. “So, what do you think? Are you interested in this offer?” “… Yeah, yeah, I’m down!” “Good, now we need to do all of the paperwork.” She looked over at Valentina. “Thanks for your help, Val.” “It was nothing.” “Nothing?” Violet got up and walked to her, she placed her hands on her shoulders and looked right into her eyes. “Bitch, you just got me my dream-job, my dream-job! This is not nothing, this is a whole lot!” “Oh, you stop!” “Just kiss already.” Bianca said as she entered the office. “I see you got a new model, Raja.” “Yes, I did.” “Violet, get ready, this bitch is going to make a monster out of you.” She sat next to Raja. “Actually, we’re going to turn you into monsters, the fashion week is in two weeks and you have to kill it.” “You’re going to be modeling with some of the fiercest models in the industry.” Raja got up and started to walk towards them. “Eva Marcille, Adriana Lima, Gisele Bündchen…” “Not Gigi Hadid or Kendall Jenner?” Violet asked her. “She said fiercest, Violet.” Bianca said. “If we use someone like Jenner or Hadid is because they are like a magnet, they attract teenagers to the market.” “Ask Pepsi about it.” Bianca clacked with laughter. “Well, young ladies, let’s get down to business.”

—-

“Fuuuuuck.” Violet sat next to Valentina in the studio’s sofa. “What? Are you already tired?” Bianca asked her. “Not at all! But I do need to take a minute.” “Newbies.” Bianca’s phone rang on her pocket. “Sorry, I have to answer… Adore, my love…”

Bianca walked away from them talking on the phone, even a few metters away from them the girls could her talk.

“You want to paint the nursery again?… I thought you liked the bone color on the walls…” “It seems that Adore is driving Bianca crazy.” Violet said. “Just when she gets bitchy, sometimes when she is hungry she gets angry and starts to mumble around or when her feet hurt or her back…” “That color looks good with blue and pink, baby.” “…” “Val.” “Yes?” “You seem a little bit off lately, are you ok?” “I’m good.” “You’re not.” “I am.” “Don’t lie to me, bitch, there’s something wrong and you don’t want to tell me.”

Valentina looked over at her aunt, she was still speaking on the phone.

“Come with me.”

Valentina took her hand and leaded her to the elevator, she pressed the roof button, when the doors opened they were welcomed by a gorgeous patio with a lot of plants and benches all over it.

“She never comes in here.” She sat on a white bench that was next to a little tree. “Why did you bring me here?” “I don’t want my aunt to hear me say this.” She took a long breath. “This is going to sound so selfish but…” “…” “I kind of don’t want the babies to arrive.” “What do you mean? Weren’t you fucking excited when Adore got pregnant?” “Yes, I’m still excited but… Is just…” “Come on, Val, you can tell me.”

Valentina sighed.

“For the last four years it’s been only the three of us against everything, they’ve been more than just my aunts, they’re like my mothers and… It’s stupid but I’m jealous that they… You know, now they’re going to be actual mothers… Their mothers, not mine.” “Val, they are going to still love you and Ethan and Willow are going to love you as an older sister, all of you are going to be just fine.” “How do you know that?” “Instinct? I don’t know, I just know.” Violet wrapped her in her arms. “You’ll be ok, Val.” “Thank you, Vi.” She rested her head on her shoulder. “Actually there’s one more thing I-“ “Here you are!” Raja entered the patio. “I was looking for you, it’s time to toot you or boot you on the dresses, young ladies, you ready?” “Toots and boots?” Violet asked confused. “You’ll see in a moment.” “And what did you wanted to say?” “Never mind, let’s go.”

—-

“Well, that’s a wrap, ladies.” Raja said. “Tomorrow, we’ll choose the final looks that we’ll take to New York.” Bianca said. “Now go home and do your homework.” “Are you coming?” Valentina asked her as she took her bag from the chair. “No, Val, we have to check some extra details.” She passed her the car’s keys. “Finish your homework and make sure Adore does not eat all of the peanut butter again.” “I will, see you.” “Wait, Val, come here.” She walked to her and took her by her shoulder. “Are you ok, kiddo?” “Yeah, I’m completely fine.” “Sure you’re ok?” “Yeah, totally.” She smiled to her. “Ok, see you later.” “See you.”

The girls got into the elevator, Violet pressed the floor button.

“Want me to give you a ride?” “Nah, you don’t have to, Matt is waiting for me.” “Ok… Wait, you said Matt? Are you and Matt together again?” “Yes, something like that.” She smiled. “Those months without him were horrible and now that we are back together I feel like this is how the things have to be, you know?” “Yeah, that’s cool…” “Anyways, what did you wanted to say before Raja interrupted us?” “Don’t worry, it wasn’t something important.” The door opened. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Val!”

Valentina hurried to the car, she got in and closed the door.

“… Goddamn it!”

Valentina hit the wheel with all of her strength, she was mad, she was really mad. She looked through the window, she could see Matt’s car and him waiting for Violet, she ran to him and hugged him; Matt smiled to her and kissed her, Violet kissed him back. Valentina looked to her friend and for a moment she wished she was the one holding Violet like that, she wished she was the one with her hand stuck into Violet black long hair, she wished she was in Matt’s place.

But she wasn’t and she will never be.

She was just Valentina, Violet’s best friend.

“This is stupid… Calm the fuck down, Valentina.”

She wiped the tears from her face and when she looked through the window the car was gone. She started the machine and drove to the beach, she needed a relaxing place to calm down, when she arrived she took off her heels and walked to the shore, the water in her feet was cold and relaxing.

She took a long breath.

“Should I smile because she is my friend or cry because that’s all we’ll ever be?” Big tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m so stupid…”

She made her way back to the car and drove to her house in complete silence, before she entered the house she made sure to fix her make-up, she didn’t want to disturbed her aunts. When her make-up was fixed she opened the door.

“I’m home!” All of the lights were off. “Is anybody here?”

She got no response.

“Oh well.”

She turned on the lights and suddenly her aunts appeared besides her.

“Boo!” “God, Jesus Christ!” “Sorry, Val” Bianca burst into laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” “You’re not sorry! Gosh, I almost peed myself.” She got into the house with her aunts by her side. “How did you get here?” “Raja gave me a ride.” “Anyways, we have a surprise for you.” Adore said and took her to the kitchen. “You ready?” “Yes.”

Adore opened the fridge and took out a plate full of red M&M’s, Valentina started to laugh along them.

“Oh my God, why?” She took the candies from Adore’s hands and sat with them on the couch. “Bianca told me of that one time when you were 10 years old that you only wanted red M&M’s and made a big scene because your dad didn’t give them to you.” “You still remember that? That’s embarrassing!” “It’s just a classic! I’ll tell this story to my kids when they grow up.” “Why do you like to embarrass me?” “I’m your aunt, it’s my job.”

They ate the M&M’s while they watched Golden Girls, Valentina was sure that they had watched the same episode a million times but she didn’t mind, she was in her happy place.

“Val?” “Yeah?” “Raja heard you talking with Violet.” Valentina almost choked with the M&M’s. “…”

Adore turned off the TV and looked at her.

“Vale.” “I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” “I just am.” “Valentina.” Bianca took her niece’s hand and looked at her. “You don’t have anything to worry about, I love you as you were my own child and that’s not going to change after they are born.” “Val.” Adore took her face between her hands. “Ethan and Willow are not going to change a thing when they’re here, nothing is going to change.” “Well, our sleep hours will-“ “Shut up, Bianca, I’m trying to be a good motherly figure!” “Sorry, Dorey.” “You’re so stupid.” Valentina giggled. “Look, she is laughing! I win, I’m the shit.” “Bianca, shut up!” The three of them burst in laughter. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

—-

She carefully opened her niece’s door, Valentina was with her back to the door and headphones on. Adore touched her shoulder.

“Val?” “Yes?” “Can we talk?” “Sure.” She took the headphones off and made a space in her bed for Adore to sit. “What do you want to talk about?” “What happened today?” “What do you mean?” “Two of my students called me and told me that they saw you in the beach crying.” “What? Who?” “That’s not important, baby. What happened?” “…” “It has something to do with Violet?” Valentina gasped at the mention of her name. “I’ll take that as a yes.” “…” “Working with her is not as fun as you thought it would be?” “At the contrary, it’s a lot of fun, we annoy your wifey a lot.” “Just as I imagined.” She said with a smile. “Then? Did you… Did you tell her that you are in love with her?” “No…” “Then?” “I realized that we are like dominoes; I fell for her and she fell for someone else… She is with Matt again.” “Oh…” “Yeah…”

Adore wrapped her arm around her shoulders, Valentina rested her head on her shoulder and cried again, she hated crying because it made her feel vulnerable, it made her think of her dad and she didn’t like it.

“Vale.” She looked up at her aunt. “I know that it hurts when you have someone in your heart and you can’t have them in your arms, the bitch hurts a lot.” Valenitna giggled. “But we never know where we’re going to find the love, do you think I knew the love of my life was Bianca? She scared the shit outta me.” “She did?” “Yeah, I was her intern and now look at me, I’m her fucking wife.” She pinched her cheek. “Be open to the possibilities and don’t put walls around your heart, that is not going to be good for you, got it?” “Got it, thank you, Adore.” “Anytime, Vale.”

They hugged and remained like this for a few minutes.

“Gotta go, you have school and work tomorrow, you need to sleep. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, baby.”

—-

“Ok, girls, we chose what we’re going to take to New York.” Raja said in front of them. “For Violet we’ll take the kaftan.” “Fuck yes!” “The 50s prom dress, the leather and lace, the devil suit and the death becomes her.” “That is going to shock all of the bitches.” Bianca said from her desk. “I’m counting on Violet for that to happen.” Raja winked. “Believe me, me and my corset are ready.” “That’s what I wanted to hear! What about you, Bianca? What are you taking to New York?” “The Mariachi outfit.” “I fucking love that one.” Valentina said. “You did such a good job with that one, Marco is going to love it.” Raja said. “And it’s going to make Donald Trump angry, I like it.” Bianca said and continued. “The green one-piece with the lotus flowers, the red ballerina tutu, the yellow dress with the removable tulle skirt…” “I made that dress.” Valentina whispered to Violet. “No you didn’t!” “Yes I did!” “Anyways, I have one more spot and I don’t know which one to add.” “I wish we could take the bride dress…” Valentina said. “Why can’t you take it?” Violet asked her confused. “Tyra is doing a whole bride collection.” Courtney explained to her. “If Bianca takes the bride dress she’ll say we copied her and that we’re not original, bla, bla, bla.” “That’s a shame.” Violet hugged Valentina. “That dress looks gorgeous on you.” “You know what? Fuck Tyra, let’s take it.” Bianca got up from her desk and took the dress with the other ones. “Are you sure about that?” Courtney asked her. “Yeah but to be sure and complete let’s take another dress just in case.” “What about the snake one?” Valentina suggested her. “I could finally use my Maria Félix’s necklace!” “Court, can you add this one to the list as well?” “Sure!”

Bianca’s cellphone rang on her pocket.

“Excuse me.”

She walked out of the studio and answered the phone.

“Hello?” “Hi, Bea, it’s your dad.” “Dad! Hi!” Valentina got out of the studio at the mention of her grandfather. “How are you?” “Good, I just bought my plane ticket to California.” “That’s amazing!” She waved Valentina to join her. “Dad, I’m going to put you on the speaker.” “Ok.” “Abuelo!” Valentina said excitedly. “Vale, mi niña preciosa! How are you?” “So excited! When are you arriving to California?” “Tomorrow around midday.” “We’ll go to get you from the airport.” Bianca said. “Yes, please. I haven’t been in California since the 80s, I don’t remember a shit of the city.” “Damn, that’s a lot.” “I know.” A woman’s voice was heard on the background. “Well, I gotta go finish packing; I’ll see you tomorrow, mis niñas.” “See you tomorrow, dad.” “I can’t wait to see you, abuelo, I love you!” “Love you too, mi niña, see you tomorrow.”

She hung up and looked at her niece.

“Can you believe this is happening?” “No, I pinch myself every day to make sure I’m not dreaming.” “And?” “It hurts, I’m not dreaming.” She hugged Bianca and was surprised to see that she didn’t push her away. “We’re going to see him again, he is going to be with us again.” “Yes, kiddo, we are going to be together again.”

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NeNe Leakes Says She's Not Filming Season 13 With Kenya Moore + Kenya Says She’s EXPOSING People At Virtual 'RHOA' Reunion

COVID-19 has pumped the breaks on a face-to-face Season 12 reunion of the "Real Housewives of Atlanta," so the ladies be filming virtually from their homes. Kenya Moore says she has a bag of receipts that will expose some castmates. Meanwhile, NeNe Leakes reveals if Kenya returns, she will not be filming with her. Get it all inside...

The NeNe Leakes vs. Kenya Moore war continues and there aren't any signs of a truce in sight. 

Tensions between “Real Housewives of Atlanta” stars NeNe Leakes and Kenya Moore are still high. Don’t expect a reconciliation between these two any time soon. Their last argument was explosive to say the least – Spitgate and all.

Since we’re social distancing due to the Coronavirus pandemic, filming for Season 12 of the reunion was put on hold. Now, it has been confirmed that the ladies WILL shoot the reunion virtually from their homes.

“I think we’re gonna have real cameras and lighting,” NeNe told EXTRA about the upcoming “RHOA” reunion. “They’re gonna do their best to make it as great as possible. I mean we really have no other choice here we have to practice social distancing so this is the best that we can do.”

The ladies will not be face-to-face, but you all know theses ladies will certainly bring the dramatics like they did during the season. During the EXTRA interview, NeNe said she doesn’t dislike Kenya, they’ve just never been able to see eye-to-eye. She will no longer give the former pageant queen any of her time and she will act as if she’s invisible because she’s not in the business of starting drama.

“I’m not going to make up with Kenya no time soon,” she said. “I’m not gonna beef with Kenya either, I’m just gonna walk past her like she is invisible.” She went on, “I don’t dislike her, I have never disliked her. We just don’t always see eye to eye, which is fair and is okay. We’re two different people… I’m not in the business of making drama with people, she is.”

If NeNe and Kenya return for the next season, NeNe already has a plan in place in case they cross paths.

“I can’t tell you what’s gonna happen, but I can tell you this, if the both of us going into Season 13 together, there is nothing I have to say to Kenya other than, ‘Hello and goodbye.’”

Welp.

NeNe - who's releasing her new track "Hunni" tomorrow - then explained what questions she needs answered by end of the reunion taping.

“One of the things I’d like to know is why is it that the rules apply to me and not to everyone else… There is a lot of unfairness going on… Because I have a tough exterior that does not mean that I’m not human, that does not mean that I don’t have feelings that does not mean that I’m not soft on the inside. I would like to know why is it everybody feel the need to all gang up on me and its okay.”

Check it:

Well, the self-proclaimed “RHOA” HBIC better get ready because Kenya Moore recently revealed she has a bag of receipts that she’s ready to expose.

Kenya and Eva Marcille popped in on Andy Cohen to chat on “Watch What Happens Live” virtually following the airing of the last episode and Kenya said she is READY to expose some folks during the reunion.

"You'll see at the reunion. I definitely have receipts, and I think that this is going to be a reunion of exposure," Kenya said. "That's what I'm calling it, because so many things have been covered up over the years, and I am going to open up that can of worms and that receipt box, and I am going to show everything."

"You will see who the fakes are and who the phonies are and who the real people are,” she continued.

Eva also doubled down on calling NeNe ratchet and ghetto.

Peep the clip below:

In another clip, Kenya & Eva react to NeNe's comment about wanting former co-star Kim Zolciak-Biermann to return to "RHOA":

The ladies also gave Andy some reunion question suggestions to ask their co-stars:

Speaking of beef....

Wendy Williams has been shooting her TV show from home and she bought up her former(?) friend NeNe Leakes during her Hot Topics segment. Apparently, NeNe called her up and wanted her to get on Facetime to chop it up with her while she was on IG Live, but she didn't give Wendy a heads up and the daytime talk show host wasn't feeling it. She felt ambushed. Wendy went on to say she doesn't have time to just hop on the phone with reality stars.

"I made it clear, I’m not a housewife. My career is a little more ... different than being a housewife,” Wendy said.

Wendy said she hung up on her and that was that. Check it above at the 4-minute mark.

Of course, NeNe responded, posting up a quote on IG and hinted that Wendy called her up and apologized behind-the-scenes.

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  Maybe NeNe was trying to get her back because, petty. You'll recall, NeNe sent Wendy a tezt a few months ago, hinting she wanted to quit "RHOA." She sent the text while Wendy was filming her daytime talk show. After a commercial break, Wendy spilled the quitting tea, which started a whirlwind of controversy.

  Photos: NeNe's IG/Kenya's IG

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Real Housewives Of Atlanta Season 11 Premiere Recap

Last night’s season premiere of Real Housewives of Atlanta was all about Porsha Williams turning right instead of left and finding Prince Charming – aka The Hot Dog King Of Atlanta, and hopefully getting a big ol diamond ring out of it. HINT, MEGA-HINT, HINT.

As we alll know Porsha is dating Dennis, who owns several clubs in addition to The Original Hotdog Factory. “Everybody loves hot dogs!” Porsha cheers, “Especially me!” And Dennis’s wienie in particular. Porsha met Dennis at one of his clubs, then went home with him. Porsha and Dennis’s one-night stand has now turned into ring shopping. He apparently told her he loved her the first night they met. “It just feels natural and we just went with it,” she gushes.

Porsha drags Dennis to her jeweler – the same one who provided her rings to Kordell, because, “Different man, different right, right?!” And bigger girl, bigger diamonds too! She’s a grown up now, no more playing housewives with a man who acts like her father. Also, it’s not like the jeweler cursed their marriage – RHOA did.

After diamond browsing, Porsha swings by Swagg Boutique to check in on NeNe Leakes. And NeNe is not doing well. Gregg has been diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer – which I didn’t know his cancer was so advanced! – and most of his colon was removed. NeNe is taking care of him, and trying to be strong, but in her car and at night she cries. Gregg is determined to fight – if only to have more time with his wife – so they host a revitalizing prayer circle of family and friends to boost his spirit and keep him strong.  NeNe gets Porsha for her spirit boosting! Gregg looks so ill and depleted, I am heartbroken for this family. And alas I just cannot make fun of NeNe’s confessional hat at a time like this. So she gets a pass, because of Gregg.

Porsha came to Swagg because she just had to see NeNe’s face to truly understand where she is. They speak on the phone regularly, but Porsha knows NeNe is hiding her true feelings and has decided to make it her sole mission (other than getting a ring) to make NeNe laugh to cheer her up. And Porsha, bless her heart, she is ride or die about shaking her booty for a friend in need.

Dennis is taking Porsha to Miami to celebrate her birthday and guess what – NeNe is also headed there for a comedy gig. NeNe somehow talks Porsha into trying on this tie-dyed two-piece number which looked like a Crayola box exploded on Porsha’s ass, or maybe like one of those Jackson Pollak paintings that sell for millions.

NeNe wants to see what’s cooking with Porsha and her Swagg outfit. The answer is stir-fried crazy. Crazier than a tye-dyed spandex outfit.

What’s also cooking is that Porsha has a brilliant idea. Well, at least for her it’s brilliant. She – ahem, the producers – decide this is the perfect opportunity for Porsha to plan a girl’s trip to surprise NeNe in Miami to cheer her up. Yes, I’m so sure Porsha came up with this all on her own. Just like I’m so sure Porsha and NeNe just so happened to be traveling to Miami at the exact same time…

Next, let’s check in on Cynthia Bailey. Fifty Cynt turned out to be a bad year, but Fifty Cynt & Change is doing OK. Cynthia is now dating – and quite serious with – Mike Hill, a sportscaster who lives in LA, but visits Lake Bailey regularly to dive into its cool, swampy waters. Mike calls for some Skype-Sex and Cynthia is all prepared with a glass of wine swimming with frozen green grapes so it looks like she’s drinking a witch’s brew filled with eyeballs. Then in the middle of Mike telling her how he likes to be in control, Noelle walks in unannounced. Noelle and Mike have met, and like each other – so much so that Mike and Cynthia almost continue their raunchy talk while she’s sitting on the sofa taking a selfie. Classy!

For Kandi Burrrus her personal life is problematic while her professional one is hitting the highest notes ever. Starting with Xscape being honored with an aascap Golden Note Award. The award is all fine and good, but the really important matter for these Ol Girls of the 90’s music scene is what craft services will be serving backstage. Um, aascap isn’t using OLG as their caterers? Aunt Bertha won’t be personally presiding over the koolaid kocktails while terrorizing the other esteemed attendees? Apparently not because it doesn’t even appear that Mama Joyce attended.

Instead, Kandi brought her toddler and Riley, neither of whom want to be there. Kandi is shocked that Ace is cranky and crying – she doesn’t even seem to realize what time he goes to bed. Probably because, as Riley points out, Kandi is constantly working and never home. Todd is essentially running “Daddy Daycare,” but while he’s at the bar getting a much needed drink after finally escaping the kids, Don Jaun Daycare had to take over while Kandi grimaced from the red carpet. Girl time to hire a NANNY.

We also need to take a moment to truly honor the star of that show: Kandi’s weave. It must have been supplied by Porsha’s Go Naked Hair!

Of course, while Kandi is missing school meetings she forgot were even scheduled (OK I’ve done that too) and being publicly called out by her teenager for ignoring home responsibilities, she’s contemplating another baby because duh – she has two frozen embryos left which she’s not sure what to do with. Yes – another stupid embryo storyline! Really Bravo… you have got to cook up some new recipes. Let Porsha get into that kitchen and open the oven and stuff a hotdog bun in there or something.

Eva Marcille had Michael Jr, and is now engaged to regular-old Michael. Basically, everything is great except that her wedding is in about 6 minutes but she has no wedding planner or anything else done. However, she does have professional family photographs with everyone wearing denim-on-denim like this is 1992. So priorities. After taking a couple photos with the kids, Eva quickly shoos them away, kicks off her Louboutins and turns this into The Eva Show to relaunch her modeling career. Does ANTM do a senior series? Wasn’t LeeAnne Locken on something like that way back when?

Porsha comes home carrying a Chick-Fil-A cup the size of her head and announces that she’s going to call all the girls to invite them to Miami on a mission trip to recharge NeNe’s batteries. She’s scared though because she’s well aware that none of her s0-called friends even like her! She starts with Cynthia, who is too busy sucking on frozen grapes to be mean and having nothing to do, is an easy yes. Next Porsha downs a shot of Hennessy to give Kandi a call. Kandi was just telling us how much she loves to work, so she had no problem jetting off to Miami at a moment’s notice and ditching her kids (again) to fulfill her Bravo contractual obligations. Everyone else, obviously, can go because these trips are sooo authentic!

Porsha pats herself on the back for being brave enough to work the telephone and surprisingly everyone was nice. Even Kandi. Good things happen when you project your happiness to the world in the form of constant hair flips and high pitched shrieking giggles. Porsha in love is worse than five 8th grader girls.

Porsha prepared for Miami by packing all white, because she’s having a very bridal moment – hopefully – and then adding a bring red wig to signify love. Also red is the color of ketchup – which pairs perfectly with hot dogs! I assume Porsha is no longer vegan? If Dennis doesn’t propose in the next 5 minutes she’s gonna explode like a hotdog cooked too long in the microwave! When he arrives to pick her up and fly her in a private plane, Porsha is literally bursting with glee and practically levitating at the thought of being proposed to during the trip. Did I mention that they’ve only been together five months?

Meanwhile, NeNe is calling Cynthia hourly to beg her to come to Miami where she’ll be doing her first comedy show since Gregg’s diagnosis. Cynthia is the worst liar ever and stumbles over pretending she has to get off the phone for conference calls and phone sex and any other reason, oh my! Then she’s so flustered she packs the wardrobe equivalent of Porsha’s personality.

Driving to their hotel, Porsha prattles on about how she has so much to do in Miami like wear WHITE. A LOT. And make NeNe feel better by showing off her GIANT ENGAGEMENT RING, but there are no plans to introduce Dennis to the girls. Porsha wants to protect him from them eating him alive. Dennis actually already knows Kandi… from around. No details given. Also, he used to frequent OLG Restaurant on the regular, being that he lives right across the street, but since meeting Porsha he hasn’t partaken in their fried chicken. Hmmm… so do we think Dennis is a famewhore? Or something else? Porsha is choosing to remain unbothered by this revelation because she is much more focused on the fact that Dennis could be proposing this weekend. HINT HINT.

Dennis has the room all prepared with a private chef to make gourmet food, and WHITE (hint hint!) rose petals on the bed and we all know what white rose petals mean… THERE IS A RING HIDING IN PORSHA’S SALMON STEAK. Like a bad sitcom, Porsha runs into the bathroom to frantically call her sister, whispering about how she knows this is the night. She’s in there so long Dennis finally asks if everything is OK. Cause nothing says sexy like your man thinking you have explosive diarrhea!

Finally, Porsha sits down on the bed and Dennis whips out a giant jewelry box and … TO BE CONTINUED.

Also, of course, Dennis knows Kandi. And of course, Kandi will know something nasty about him.

TELL US – DO YOU THINK DENNIS WILL PROPOSE? WHAT DO YOU THINK OF CYNTHIA’S MAN? ARE YOU EXCITED EVA HAS JOINED THE CAST FULL-TIME?

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