#so bloomin' cute

[biggsodorcitystories]

It's unbelievable just how much peaceful happiness I get from buying a new notebook.

(I collect stationery)

[biggsodorcitystories]

OMG!!! THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPYYYY!

Thank you so much for adding my Lady design to this!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

She's in such beautiful company!

it’s great that everyone can recognise their own lady design easily 😊

@biggsodorcitystories @augustlaven @mothtrrash @hi-my-name-is-cosmopathy @fabianvalencia561 @sudrianforces @cheesborgar @ladychandraofthemoone @trainqueen379 @henryisalesbian @cutejk123 @canary-birdie @hkpika07 @sekiumiarashi @bruhstation @theflyingkipper @jammyjams1910 

and of course @elovesrandomfandom whose design i rbed inspired the og request post in the first place 💯

[totallybakedcake]

Operation fix hair alert

I saw this post by @newellthedragon which is here it's basically the kaiju alarm goes off in the middle of the night and the defense force officers desperately try to fix their hair, their is a comment there by @supermanstoddlerleash where they comment- narumi frantically trying to fix his hair so he doesn't run into battle looking like a pineapple and I just couldn't resist but make a fic on it.

Used my own scenario

It was late at night, you were training, and a random thought sparked in: "Can't a Kaiju alert happen anytime? We defense force officers might even have the worst bed hair while saving thousands of lives and teasing the shit out of each other."

Just then the Kaiju alarm rang, and you thought, "Perfect timing."

It happened in a blink: changing into the defense force uniform, going to the kaiju's location, and even killing a dozen yoju. You still searched around for any officer who had bad bed hair, but the honju came in front of you, and Okonogi informed you that it was a fortitude of 8.2.

The rest of your memory was unclear; the honju was very powerful and threw you towards a glass wall, where it felt like crying on every piece that you removed from your back. Closing your eyes, it felt like death was near, but a sharp pain and the ground drifting away made you open your eyes again.

"Commander NARUMI?" Your eyes went wide as you saw his face. It showed his dark circles, which had most probably worsened, and his eyes, which were looking straight out of a horror movie because of his sleep-deprivedness. The most ridiculous thing was his hair. It looked like a freaking pineapple walking around; you burst out laughing; it hurt. Your ribs, lungs, muscles, and practically everything in your body hurt, but it was too hard not to laugh at the condition of Gen's hair.

"OI, be respectful to your superior officer's name." Gen felt like he could burst out of anger at you at any moment. It was in the middle of the night when even he was asleep, but the kaijus had to break that beauty sleep, and now everyone is making a clown of him.

Seeing your condition did make him just 0.1 percent sympathetic towards you, but that wasn't enough for him to start a whole ranting session while carrying you in his arms and killing Kaijus; he just needed to vent, okay?

"Is that commander pineapple?" Hoshina couldn't help but snicker at the Narumi Gen; it was the real representation of a pineapple-gone-wrong situation. As Gen carefully put you down, he started yelling profanities at Soshiro, who was clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

"If you gosh damn bowl-cut won't stop, I swear I will eradicate you!" "Bold of you to assume I would let that happen, Captain Pineapple, gone wrong."

"Augh, you moron." They kept going on and on, ignoring you. It was fun to listen to them, though your body aches were increasing by the second. Suddenly, your vision had black patches appearing, and your body was getting lighter and lighter as everything went black.

Gen and Soshiro stopped their argument when they heard a loud thud seeing you knocked out of the floor.

They quickly picked you up and started taking you to the medical department.

"Oi, this isn't over, fox eyes." Gen whispered and yelled to Soshiro.

"Of course it isn't, Captain Pineapple."

People wonder how they gave each other these 'cute' nicknames.

This wasnt that good but I had fun writing it.

Lots of thanks for following me and even liking my posts! Feel so glad and delighted<3

@bloomin-plume

@sunnysidelle

@pernesophe

@loreblitz

@jarjarwinx

[py-dreamer]

Ooop- so it's almost mid september...

Y'know what that means?

Yea so we have a return of the stickers!!!

Well less stickers and kinda whatever this is Ig

Don't get me wrong I'm still super proud of it! I suppose it was meant to be like stickers from last year but it kinda escalated and sort off got a wee bit out of hand...

...just a tad bit...

Woooh! So anyone who's in the KNY hotpot might recognize this style and yes I did basically use the KNY birthday art format but COME ON!!!

IT'S SO CUTE!!!

LOOK AT MAH BOIII SITTING ON THAT CAKE!!!

I JUST WANNA NOM BIG BITE!!!

(If you can't tell I do really like this cake art)

I promise this time it is really 10 days till my actual birthday unlike the whoopsie 11 I did last year -_-'

And I know it's not Mk's birthday even though it looks like it is, I know. But it's the bloody format of the art and Idk how else to change it. Besides I think they slay in those birthday outfits.

And it was fun to do my sticker style in a bigger thing!

But Idk if it's cause I haven't touched my bloody stylus in ages or I've been swimming in the KNY hotpot for too long BUT WHY WAS MK'S FACE SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT VIEW!!!

I HAD TO COMPROMISE, MANS LOOKING TOWARDS THE SIDE!!!! LIKE XIAOTIAN I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM CUTE LIL CHEEKS OF YOURS BUT WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO DRAW FROM THE FRONT!??!?

HE LOOKED LIKE A BLOODY CAT WITH SLIT EYES Y'ALL!!!

Oml...regardless, I did have a lot of fun with this and had lots of fun with the decorations and such. If you were here last year, your keen memory and astute eye might notice that the cake is the same cake I used in the 'shenanigans in space' birthday stickers I did last year!

@leesbian42, @cats-and-confusion remember that lol?

So the tiny memory flower thing and star candies are an homage to that :)

(btw, pssttt @emerialyncodevenice I know we haven't talked in a while but you mentioned that you liked the bloomin cake and was thinking of using it. Feel free to use this if you like, Idk how just credit me m'kay?)

But anyways, if y'all wanna use this pic, again. Pls credit me.

AND NO REPOSTING PLEASE!!!

The decorations are meant to be sugar cookies and idk what the icing is. Since I'm thinking more of an east asian fruit cake (those really really soft fluffy spongy ones) I was thinking more like light yellow dyed whipping cream and less buttercream.

Maybe even some kinda custard Idk...(does custard go well with cake?)

The orange chunks are meant to be like mango balls or chunks and hopefully the red thingys in the middle read across as strawberries

I had to include the Monkey king plush, he's just so little!

I was tempted to draw in the other characters as plushies since they are as important to MK probably but it's getting late and I'd already been working on this baby for like 3 hours already.

All in all, I do really like this and ngl, pray this doesn't flop.

I know my single stickers don't always do well but pls y'all I like this very much...

It is nice to compare this year's work and last year and I am proud to say I have improved at least somewhat

And as for why I rarely post, well I've gotten back from my holiday but sadly I'm at that age where work and stuff will be my main focus for the time being.

Got a lot of assignments and tests y'know...

(hell I have one due the 17th and tests to do tomorrow and here I am faffing on about legos on tumblr)

And like I said, I have been blipping and dabbing in demon slayer, read a lot more KNY fics lately (I actually have a mini sketch of kamaboko squad as hashiras, heavily inspired off of other designs but even so-, if I'm in the mood I might post that!)

But enough yapping, I'll try my best to keep up this 10 days thing

(if you don't know up till my birthday for 10 days I try to post a sticker or thingy like this one)

no promises since I am busier this year but this was a lot of fun so you'll definitely see some stuff.

(I just realized I have to keep up this level of detail in my other stuff T^T save meeeeeee plsssss)

[biggsodorcitystories]

This is certainly true, but I do love it every time I see a new drawing of these little scamps

The thing about drawing the same pair of dudes over and over again is that you’ll eventually run out of ideas for a caption.

[aching-tummies]

Onion Rings RP reaponse. I'd provide the kneading-hands on your upset tummy. Definitely a "hurt it" kind of kneading too. Firm, deep kneads. I'd use my knuckles a lot, pressing deep and dragging 'em like a baker does when they wanna drag the dough against the counter. Also can't forget the "punch down" action ^^ the bloated dome gets the fist. I'm going to cause that tummy ache to bloom and enjoy your tum's grumbles and making you moan and whine and maybe burp, or more likely vomit.

This gem has been sitting in my inbox since 2021. I'm so sorry to the person that sent this because this ask is gold and I've written and scrapped over a dozen responses to it because none of them felt quite right. All the onion rings puns in this ask kind of derailed me so many times and I love them. I wonder of the “bloom” one is in reference to a “bloomin' onion”--a form of “onion ring”/deep fried onion? Whether that was intentional or not, it was perfect and has made me smile countless times since I received this ask. Thank you!

Response to this post.

I whine as yet another potential sickly belch is denied to me. My tummy grumbles unhappily, continuing to inflate with the sickly gas being produced by the greasy, messy digestion of my unhealthy snack. The drive-thru you stopped by in the way home got your order wrong and gave you onion rings instead of the fries you had asked for. Unfortunately for you, you didn't check the bag before driving home and once back home you weren't going to leave over some fries. Luckily for me, I love onion rings...or at least, I did. I love the idea of onion rings—when they're outside of me and about to be consumed. Once they're conspiring to give me a nasty, greasy case of indigestion I like them a lot less.

That's what brings us to this moment. You scarfed your burger and pawned off the onion rings and half of your Mountain Dew to me in favour of hopping into the shower. I ate the side of onion rings and downed the Dew before it had a chance to go flat. The sickly green colour of the Dew should have been warning enough not to drink it. My poor tummy feels volatile, like it's filled with radioactive sludge rather than the greasy, carbonated mess it's churning around.

“My my, what's this?”

I almost jump out of my skin at your voice in my ear. You rest your chin on my shoulder, hands sliding under my shirt to palm at my rapidly bloating belly.

“Nnngh...oww...t-tummy's...j-just a bit upset.” I murmur, still struggling to try and expel some of the gas festering in my poor belly.

You dig your palm into my gut above my navel, dragging it slowly and firmly to the left with your fingers curled to make a bit of a fist. The bumps of your knuckles knead deeply into my upset gut.

“Oh! Oooh....nnnngh...*urp*” I startle at the sudden pressure of your palm on the centre of my gut and can't help but moan at the dragging kneading.

You continue this motion, altering hands and falling into a steady rhythm. It hurts, but with each 'punch' to the centre of my belly I get the opportunity to let out a pitifully small belch. It's not much, but I can only hope that it's gradually reducing the pressure in my achy belly. The carbonation in the Dew and the greasy onion rings were conspiring to wreck my sensitive belly. Already, the stretch from my stomach bloating up with the products of indigestion is pretty uncomfortable.

We stay in that position for a few minutes. Your kneading massage gradually slows. The thudding impact of your palm starting in the centre of my belly stops, replaced by both of your hands cupping at the sides of my bloated belly and squeezing. I've got a relatively trim tummy, but the indigestion and uncomfortable bloating has caused it to dome slightly. I'd think it was cute in a miniature-basketball sort of way if it didn't come with feeling so utterly sick to my stomach.

“Nnnngh...s-so upset...oooh...h-hurts!” I groan and whine, squirming in your hold as you torment my belly. My mutterings end in a frantic exclamation as I twist in your hold. Your hands had found a particularly sore spot in my belly and kneaded firmly. “Ooof...oww...s-sorry...oww...nnngh...it really, really hurts right now. C'n...C'n we slow down a bit? G-Gentle? Oooh...m-my tummy *really, really hurts!”

You grin at my protests, arms coming back to loop around my waist as you guide us to the couch. The tea I'd been in the process of making sits, forgotten, on the counter. Pity, I'd been preparing it in hopes that it'd settle my stomach. It's an intentional move on your part. Settling my stomach will come, eventually. Throughout your shower, thoughts of a stomach ache in full bloom went through your head. You didn't dare to hope that the small side of onion rings and half a drink would create issues in my tummy, but upon stepping out to the sight of me pressing my tummy into the counter sealed it for you. The indigestion will quell, eventually, it'll run it's course probably quicker than it would if left untouched—a byproduct of getting to manhandle my guts to your heart's desire and see the limits of 'tummy ache' that you can inflict on it.

[captainschaos]

today I catch up on @mcyt-aro-week ! part one day 3: solidarity / hobbies

jizzie writing where joel (she/he btw) is aro, and lizzie is a great ally <3

words: 597

-/-/-

It was really easy to call Lizzie cute.

"You're bloomin' adorable," Joel said through a chuckling smile as he watched her wife stand on tippie-toe to pin up some decorations on the top of the window frame. It wasn't like Joel would even be able to reach that, much less only on tip-toes, but it was still cute and he wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to say so. Half teasing, half compliment, all guaranteed to get a reaction out of Lizzie.

"No, you're adorable!" she protested as she turned to face Joel as he stopped in his path walking past, hands on her hips. Her mouth was screwed up in a tight little frown, but her eyes gave away her laughter, as Joel struggled to keep her own giggle down. "Not like you'd be able to reach."

"Hey, I'm big and strong! So big and strong!"

"Yes, yes, of course you are. I would never say anything otherwise."

They smiled at each other for a minute, and then Joel upturned his face to offer a kiss, which Lizzie accepted with a quick peck.

Offer a kiss. What a weird way to phrase it.

It was accurate enough, though. It was for Lizzie, Joel just liked giving it. It was their... deal? That made it sound even weirder. It wasn't like they'd shook hands on it or any of that. This was just how it was, and it was fine. It was fine.

"Your face looks funny," Lizzie said, poking Joel's side. Joel flinched with extra drama in mock-hurt, but Lizzie's expression did tender a bit further into sincere concern. "Something wrong?"

"No, nothing, just... uhm," Joel stammered as he tried to think of a good way to brush it off.

"What?" Lizzie pushed harder, not in a forced way. Just open, listening.

"Just-- it's alright that I don't feel like you do about kissing and stuff, yeah?"

"Jooel!" Lizzie keened, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding her tight. "You know it is!"

"Yeah, yeah, I just--" Joel squirmed a bit in Lizzie's grip to get out of the pinch she'd gotten on his shoulders, but didn't push out of the hold. It was constrictor-tight and comforting like that, decisive. Confident and brutally caring. "You sure you don't mind?"

"Joel," Lizzie gently scolded. She didn't loosen her grip, but pulled her head back enough to get a good look in his eyes, smiling. "You know I love you, however you love me. Simple as that."

Joel took in a deep breath, and smiled back. "Simple as that."

It wasn't that simple, Joel being aromantic and Lizzie not, but in the way it worked out, it kind of was. Joel loved Lizzie other ways, even if the romancey butterflies-in-stomach was missing. And in that, he didn't mind giving Lizzie they romancey kind of stuff she liked- he liked it herself, actually, being able to offer. She liked cooking fancy dinners for the two of them and lighting candles, giving Lizzie kisses, having fun with the gushiest pet names they could use to make other friends roll their eyes fondly at them. She just knew that where he had fun, Lizzie felt something deeper about the romantic, so worried about the gap. But it always went like this, when it got brought up. Lizzie was so used to it, she was a master at shutting down any idea Joel might have that her own kind of love wasn't enough. It was perfectly fine for Lizzie, and so it was perfectly fine for Joel.

Simple as that.

[welcometololaland]

Round Up - Part 1

Thanks to everyone who participated this week. The theme was: rec a feel-good fanwork (a fanwork that gives you the warm fuzzies). If I've missed any, please let me know.

Disclaimer: This is a compilation of works i've been tagged in or which appear in the #fic rec friday tag relevant to the weekly theme. The recommendations below do not represent a personal curation of works. Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual work. Keep yourself safe, friends!

911

Leading with the Left by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

911 Lone Star

Fan art

"Hi. You're TK, I'm Carlos, and we're soulmates" by @ambiguouspenny

"Sure, ma'am, but just so you know, I am a homosexual" by @thisbuildinghasfeelings

"Wanna race?" by @heartstringsduet

2.12 (part 1) by @reyeslonestar

2.12 (part 2) by @reyeslonestar

3.08 by @reyeslonestar

and they were soulmates fanart by @birdclowns

Barbie inspired tarlos mugshots by @qtepasacalabaza

Being Alive by @ambiguouspenny

Bitchy TK With a Popsicle by @fitzherbertssmolder

brian michael smith/paul strickland by @mahanonu

coffee meet cute by @fitzherbertssmolder

Grace Ryder by @yorit1

Happy Pride(Wedding Tarlos) by @t-mato

Marjan & TK Disco Roller Skating by @fitzherbertssmolder

Nancy Gillian MVP by @heartstringsduet

nancymarjan art by @iinryer

points of contact by @reyeslonestar

Since The First Night I Took You Home by @a-kinkajou 

softball TK by @dannylarryson

tarlos drawn animation by @reyeslonestar

tarlos “soon” by @birdclowns

tarlos instagram au set by @revengeofthesiths

tarlos proposal by @alwaysablossom

tarlos wedding art by @alwaysablossom

TK and Carlos + Love in Art Pt. 1 by @thevenstar

TK and Carlos + Love in Art Pt. 2 by @thevenstar

tk and marjan art (plus marjan fic) by @iinryer

tk and nancy by @birdclowns

TK sleeping by @heartstringsduet

TNT Bachelor Party by @asktarlos

we make a pretty good team by @herosiris

You're My Hot Mess by @fitzherbertssmolder

Fics (Part 1)

16 weeks by paperstorm

A Love Like Theirs by @noxsoulmate

A Rainy Day in Austin by @carlos-in-glasses

a mighty ocean or a gentle kiss by @strandnreyes

And We'll Only Be Making It Right & Now my heart is in your hands by @noxsoulmate

But most of it was beautiful by @heartstringsduet

dream this night away by @reyesstrand

Four Suits by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

i only want to be with you by @ladytessa74

Just A Little Longer by @bonheur-cafe

la puta by rakketyrivertam

Light comes flooding in by paperstorm

Mr. July by @goodways

Of little girls and their cats by @bellakitse

Protect Me by @karaxuno

Pure devotion by @mi1kc0ffee

Only For Tonight by @detective-giggles

Seven Ways Back to You (series) by Lolaland (me)

Show Me What I'm Looking For by Mari_Marie

Showing You my Love by @ramblingdisaster73

Soon by @rmd-writes

Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies by @lemonlyman-dotcom

[toomanycupsoftea]

911 Lone Star Music Monday ♩♪♫♬

Beginnings

Thank you for the tag @tellmegoodbye and @lemonlyman-dotcom!

For this week, I have something that makes me think about the very first Tarlos dance. It was such a cute moment!

"Eyes are bloomin' The floor is shakin' Walls are movin' Feelings changin' now

So, I'm rolling through it Like I'm floatin' ten feet above the ground As you float up to me I just gotta tell you now

Ever since you walked in I'm seein' a new light Ever since you walked in It's startin' to feel like You might save my life"

[blocksruinedme]

smallidarity emp2 wip clip cause ao3 is down - "Best Buds Forever"

It's such a cute simple little fic. It should be rated T. Everyone on emp2 sees that fucking insane "best buds" mural and said "ooookay then". It's just two conversations and Joel fuming.

(I also have a 2k modern Flower Husbands wip clip up and a "smallidarity back on empires without grian" post-lim life fic. and a modern SmallEtho fic that is "joel fretting cause he doesn't have a label for his relationship with Etho")

"Best Buds Forever"

“What do you mean, he’s not my bloomin’ bo – it’s a joke, alright? Scott shut up! We’re not even really ‘best buds’, are we? It just got boring, y’know, fighting all the time. Repetitive. Too much bloody time and effort.” Joel crossed his arms and frowned at the laughing man.

Scott composed himself enough to wheeze out “And how long did you spend on the mural?”

“Shut up! That’s-” Joel hesitated. “That’s... it’s a joke. He took down everything else so I had to give him something he couldn’t, because it looked. Friendly.”

“The monument to the strength of your relationship.” Scott said smugly, though still out of breath.

“No it’s not–we were going really hard on the enemies thing, so when he stopped that, we couldn’t just be neutral or something boring. So maybe we went a little hard on saying we were besties or whatever, but it’s a joke, We’re not even really friends, are we—Scott bloody stop it! Shut up!I am going to bloody kill you, pull yourself together, stop laughing!”

“Joel, I’m sorry, this is just the funniest thing I’ve heard in weeks.” Scott still had an annoying wide smile on his face. 

Joel scowled. “Glad it’s funny for someone. No, I’m not, actually. This is stupid and annoying and you— you smell. Get out of here.”

He turned away from Scott, but didn’t leave. Neither did Scott, though he did pull himself up into a sitting position. He took several deep breaths and adjusted his hat. 

When Scott spoke again, his voice was softer. “Joel… you’re serious, aren’t you.”

Joel’s explosive answer might have scared some, but Scott was more than used to his outbursts. “Yes I am bloody serious! When did you become such an absolute idiot!”

—-

Joel had been having a perfectly reasonable day working on his base, focusing on the precision he needed for his builds. He liked building, it helped him not think about… things. Normally he enjoyed visits from Scott, but today he had come in full of even more smugness than usual. Joel hoped it meant he and Scott could make fun of someone, not that Scott was going to inflict his… Scottness on Joel. 

Scott had seen the… admittedly large mural Joel had built in Tumble Town. Joel had known people would see it, but he had to admit he hadn’t thought much about what they'd think. It was for Jimmy, after all, not the rest of them. Why would he care what they thought? 

The explanation Scott offered for his visit was to inform Joel that everyone knew about the mural and had “gotten the message” and he “didn’t need to worry”.

“Worry? What are you talking about?”

“You’ve made your claim, very clearly, and we’ll respect that.” Scott’s voice had a genuine undertone to it, making light of it all but being.. serious?

“My what? This is because of the sign? No, Jimmy can have as many buds, or whatever, he wants. It’s just a joke.”

Scott raised an eyebrow and looked at Joel in a way he very much did not appreciate. “Suuuure it is.” Joel glared at Scott and didn’t say anything, so he moved on. 

“Everyone else had ample time to actually make a move. If you’re going to be monogamous about it, we’ll stay off your man.” Scott’s silly mismatched eyes were positively twinkling and it made Joel very angry.

“My what???”

It had progressed from there, until Scott was on the ground in near hysterics.

[officialtayley]

I mean, kinky or not i'm sure the sex is amazing, Hayley couldn't shut up about it the whole of PFA 🤭 it was like ' yeah i'm bloomin, yes my ex was a dickhead but did you know that me and Taylor have done it??? ' is just really cute how they interact in the show nows, they seem so happy and at peace.

there's a difference between hayley talking about it and feeling proud and fans who for some reason want to discuss it in detail and if they're kinky or not and whatever else. i also don't like talking about sex much either in general, so i don't appreciate those asks for a couple reasons.

we can talk about their fun and flirty and cute stage interactions without talking about their sex life. it's not difficult.

[vallaurent]

KISSING BOOTH - LUCY & VAL

where Val and Lucy get to know each other, share a kiss and plan a date

Lucy Bell She was gorgeous enough to send Lucy shy. So, even though it was the whole point of the booth, Lucy stole a flower from the school garden to offer in exchange. "I didn't find a vase out to go with it, but I think it would be super pretty in your hair, too."

Val Laurent Val is surprised by the flower offered to her by a really pretty woman she's certain she's not seen around, then she laughs, flushing just a little. "Oh my God. I didn't expect that. That's really darn sweet of ya, darlin'." Regarding the other woman with a smile, Val leans forward a little. "Mind puttin' it in my hair for me?" She tilts her head a little. "I'm Val, by the way. I think ya know that, though. You're... Lucy? Right? Ya work at the school?"

Lucy Bell Her nod is brief, trying not to look like a bobble head. "Right. Yes, the school." A beat pause and she added, "Nice to meet you, Val." Obviously, Lucy was going to take the chance given, and stepped closer. "Sure, but - let me know if I jab you with the stem?" Internally, Lucy cringed, because of course Val would say something. Careful as lab measuring, Lucy wove the flower through Val's hair above one ear; holding some of the curls away from her face. "That's about done it," she smiled, taking a polite step back. "It's a good color for you. I'd have matched your eyes if I could, but, um, options are limited."

Val Laurent I'll let ya know." Val smiles easily. Though, based on how gentle Lucy is, she doesn't really have to worry about it, carefully weaving the flower between her curls. Val strikes a bit of a pose, leaning her chin on her hand as Lucy steps back. "Hard to find dark brown flowers 'round here, ain't it?" She smiles up at Lucy, regarding her for a moment, clearly taking in her face. "Some blue flowers would look good on ya. Maybe a flower crown of forget-me-nots." She chuckles, softly. "Ain't matching your eyes either, though. ." In her life, she'd met plenty of people, and she is starting to get the sense that Lucy is feeling a bit... nervous. Maybe it is the whole concept of a kissing booth, not everybody is used to that. After a second, Val reaches out and grasps Lucy's hand. "You been to the gardens here, sweetie?"

Lucy Bell "Not unless you find wilt incredibly endearing." The posing was so cute, and then to be followed by a compliment. Impulse was to immediately find a way to make a crown of flowers, but she remained where she stood. "I didn't think women like you'd still exist. The world has a way of stomping on the best hearts." The touch was expected and not. The booth was for contact, for shit's sake. Still, she blushed. "No, or I probably would have stolen something better."

Val Laurent "Women like me?" Val laughed, feeling herself flush quite a bit more. Had that been why Lucy was so nervous? "You even stole the flower for me? Oh my-" Val smiled brightly at her, clasping Lucy's hands together, and squeezing them between hers. "Ya really are tryin' to swoop me off my feet here, arentcha? Makin' a girl like me swoon for ya." Val tilted her head, feeling the flower in her hair shift, the petals tickling her skin. "I really gotta show ya the garden. It's really pretty, Mayra plants a lot of flowers and takes care of 'em. The snowdrops should be bloomin' right 'bout now. If lookin' at pretty flowers is you're kinda thing?"

Lucy Bell Shyly smiling, Lucy ducked her head. "I've always been this way around beautiful women. Like suddenly I'm a knight trying to earn the favor of a princess." She looked back up, in spite of her blush. Snowdrops were a familiar flower, and Lucy cast about for anything she could recall. "Did you know the Victorians gave them as symbols of hope? Brighter days after dark times." Val didn't have to try hard to sell Lucy on the concept, but- "Sure. But aren't you meant to stay here for... other visitors?"

Val Laurent "They did? I didn't know that. Brighter days after dark times." She repeated the words, having to smile at the symbolism. Brighter times after the ranch. She wondered if it was similar like that for Lucy too. "Ah, sweetheart, don't worry. Fleet's gonna be here soon to take over the next shift." Still holding Lucy's hands in hers, Val smiled, this time a little more playful. "But if ya want, we can spend the time 'til then with what this booth's technically for."

Lucy Bell Her nod was too enthusiastic, probably. "Victorians supposedly spoke with flowers, fans, gloves. All kinds'a ways to circumvent societal norms." She'd been looking at their hands again. Or - her hand, where the imperfect wound waited under fresh bandage. Her head snapped up, eyes wider. "Oh! We could. I got distracted." An awkward little laugh and Lucy rubbed one thumb over the back of Val's fingers. "But I'd still like to visit the garden with you. If you wanted."

Val Laurent "Really? Ya know, the soonest chance I get I'm gonna ask you all 'bout it." Lucy seemed to know a lot. She was a teacher, so she had to, but it made Val curious. Though, she could spend their entire garden trip asking some questions. Now, she was occupied. A small laugh escaped her, because the fact she got distracted was adorable. "Of course." Val smiled, before letting go of Lucy's hands to instead cup her face, pull her a little closer. "It's a date, my knight. Ya know -" Val leaned in a little herself, getting closer and closer. "- you really are amazing at winnin' the favor of princesses."

Lucy Bell Sitting up straighter, Lucy immediately agreed. "Ask me whatever you like. If I don't know, I'll make up a great lie." And then she forgot words. All she could do was give a half-laugh and try not to melt entirely. She closed the space between them with a reverent gentility, brushing her cheek against Val's before daring to kiss her lips.

Val Laurent The kiss made Val feel warm and she couldn't help but softly sigh into it after the first few seconds. Lucy was gentle, careful, appreciative like the moment was something truly special. Val returned in kind, soft and affectionate, trailing her thumb over Lucy's flushed cheeks and closing her eyes, slowly forgetting the booth and what was around them. Focusing her full attention on Lucy, and their kiss.

Lucy Bell She stepped in closer, right hand drifting to Val's hair, careful not to disrupt the flower. "You're so soft," Lucy sighed against Val lips, awed that it was possible. Forgetting her self-consciousness, Lucy ran the back of her left hand along Val's elegant throat, forth and back in indulgent pleasure of the skin there. "Like rose petals."

Val Laurent Val smiled, feeling a pleasant prickle where Lucy's hand brushed up against her throat. It'd been a while since she'd kisses anyone like that, all soft and sweet and affectionate. "You're a sweet-talker. You really know how to make a gal feel special." Her voice was soft and low, ghosting over Lucy's lips. Her heard was beating quicker, thrumming up against Lucy's hand. "You can touch me more, sweetheart." And then she kissed Lucy again. Smart, funny, witty, a sweet talker, and interested in her. She was a lucky girl.

Lucy Bell Her laugh was breathless against Val's lips. "You should always feel special. The world's really failed if you don't." Her thumb swept along Val's jaw, trying to memorize every inch of skin there.The offer gave Lucy pause, though she left her hands where they were. "Oh, that's... How do you like pizza?" She stopped, grimaced and tried again. "I mean. I want to know more about you. Feels like I haven't done enough yet for-" Lucy trailed off again. She trailed a single finger along the Val's neckline, exhaling slowly. "Such kindness."

Val Laurent The question caught her off guard, similar to how the flower had, but then she couldn't help but laugh, soft and a little breathless. "I like pizza. Do you? Never met a person who didn't." Val didn't want to push her. It felt strangely... Delicate. It wasn't unfamiliar ground, but it didn't feel entirely solid. So, Val just pressed a soft but quick kiss to Lucy's lips. "It's been more than enough, darlin'. Much more than enough. But- gettin' to know each other sounds real nice." Val felt goosebumps on the back of her neck as Lucy's finger trailed there. "Wanna stop for now? And go to the gardens first?"

Lucy Bell It was automatic to chase the departing contact, but Lucy behaved. "Pizza? Yes. Want to stop? Absolutely not," her whispered answer was chased closely by a laugh. Lucy rolled a single of Val's curls between finger and thumb. "But seeing you was like..." Lucy struggled to come up with a description that wasn't painfully hackneyed. "Like seeing a Middlemist’s Red in a field of daisies. Something so rare you'd assumed it extinct." Trying not to lose herself in such eyes, Lucy flashed a lopsided, helpless smile. "Who wouldn't be awestruck? Who wouldn't want to ensure they make the right impression?" She collected Val's fine hands, leaving a kiss on the back of each. "Pick the day and time. I'll think of better questions. You can tell me then if I'm still worthy."

Val Laurent She found her cheeks once again growing a tinge darker. Truth was, Val wasn't quite used to the compliments. Not like this, anyways. So absolutely genuine. And from such a beautiful, perfectly nice woman too. "You really got a way with words. Jesus, sweetie, you're really makin' me feel like the most special girl in the world." Her breath hitched just a little when Lucy grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, so gently, and it made Val kiss her lips again, just as gently as that. "Does in two hours work for ya? That's when I get off, plus another hour. Is that enough time?" Val laughed, shifting her hands so she could hold Lucy's in her own. They were soft and warm, and Val enveloped them with her own, softly squeezing them. "I think you're pretty secure in the worthy part. Ya just gotta be you. And tell me about what the different flowers mean. And how ya like your pizza. And victorian symbolism, and what your favorite color is. Maybe we can find a flower like that."

Lucy Bell The reward of Val's blush, her smile, her words - and the feather-lightest kiss - Lucy might have gone to jelly if she hadn't been so focused. "Good," she murmured, still busy memorizing Val's features. The breathless laugh came from a now-ducked head. "Good list." Lucy wasn't certain being herself would impress, but there was really only one way to know. The squeeze made her wince, but she'd have bitten through her tongue before saying anything. Instead, Lucy returned the gesture before releasing Val. "Two hours." A silly little salute and she left the community center vestibule behind to prepare

[arkhelios-gameplay]

Jorah sought refuge in the cafeteria to avoid Lucy's glaring at him upstairs. Or so he told himself, at least. Listening in on Nadine and Nathan's conversation was more interesting than what he was studying.

"Oi, wots the story with yer sister, Lucy, innit? The bird who can't resist scoffin' from the bloomin' rubbish bin?"

"She's nuts," Nathan said. "Just stay out of her way unless you want to have a fist fight. That's what I did both before and now."

Nadine paused and pondered. "Wot's the crack with 'er and..." she started, looking over at Jorah as if to see if he was eavesdropping on the conversation. He was, but he stared down into his notebook attempting to hide it. "...Jorah, eh? Seems like there's some proper history goin' on there."

Nathan grinned. "You've seen him. He's cute. Even Lucy sees that."

Jorah tried to focus on his notebook's psychology notes from the semester instead of their conversation, but found most of his notes were "Diane♡" rather than anything useful. Why? Why did I have to change my major just to see her? I'm going to fail this exam miserably.

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Love Is For Bloomin' Pecknecks! Ch2 Apologies And Acting

From that day forth the two would barely interact with each other. She felt bad at first but Mr. Grooves reassured her everything was fine.

"That old bird was due for a telling off, Darling. I'm just surprised no one's told him those things sooner. He'll be fine. If anything the Conductor's a rough old bird, so it'll take a little more than a small spat to scare him off."

To his credit the moon penguin was right. Because she ended up seeing more and more of these two having argument. Or more precisely Conductor yelling at Mr. Grooves as he stared back calmly but whenever he saw Cookie he would shut up, turn tail, and quickly stomp off yelling at nothing which Mr. Grooves didn't care about...At first. As the months went on a lot of things happened. Cookie ended up visiting the girls more with Muriel and one day met their new live in babysitter when cooking something for the girls to eat when they came back. A girl from the country with flaming red hair named Poppy. Poppy Rose Bloomington. Poor thing was wet and cold and starting a cold. Never fear! Cooking cat is here! She made sure she got a bath and washed her dress for her, making sure to hand over back her bracelet that fell out of the pocket, and made sure she had a hot meal before she was forced to leave to make sure Muriel was alright. Poppy was such a nice lady, poor and lost, but nice. She could sorta relate to that. Though there was something else happening too. Mr. Grooves had noticed the way the cat had acted so motherly around Muriel, and sweet to the moon penguins and stressed Express owls. Everyone seemed to love her. BAH! What do they know!? She was just a cat! A thieving. Bad....Nice...K-Kind. Pretty colored. Cute giggles. Feisty...She'd be a good grandmother to his little wee ones- That thought made him shake his head and pull at his yellow feathers! Stop that! She was a cat! A cat that was...r-really pretty and ...and not afraid to own up to her mistakes. He should know because it was the first time anyone had apologized to him genuinely. She felt so bad for yelling at him. He remembered well. He was on Lunch break when she came over. The first thing catching his attention was the sweet smell of birdseed cookies, and a second later a small plate of freshly baked cookies were set down in front of his sandwich by an orange paw and he looked up. Nearly choking on his sandwich when he saw HER there. Staring with a guilty kicked puppy expression hat in her hands staring at him.

"L-LASS!!," he choked out as he swallowed the food but she stopped him from talking further.

"Please don't say anything," she replied calmly with a guilty undertone to her voice, "I just came to apologize to ya."

And his mind blanked. "......Wot?"

"Ah've been thinking about it a lot lately and well-..I feel really bad for yellin' at you like that. I mean..You didn't even know me. For all you knew I was a thief. I can't blame ya for feeling that way when my kind haven't really done anything to squelch those fears of yours. So.." She gestured to the plate of cookies in front of him. "I hope you like cookies, and that you can forgive me. I-If not for my sake then for a better workplace?"

He stared at her. Then at the cookies. Opening his mouth and closing it a couple times before turning red again. She cooked...for HIM!? After a moment of awkward of silence he cleared his throat. "It's...Tis n-nah a problem!" He looked away quickly grip tightening on his food. Why was he feeling like this. "Tho...I-I guess I was in the wrong too. *ahem* Apologies a-accepted..An..Given back to ya?"

Cookie blinked back in surprise as well before smiling. "Well ah'll accept the apologies given back to me. I'm just glad we could come to an understandin'. And here others said you were unreasonable." ...Wait. He snapped back at her- "But that's fair from the truth ain't it?" She sat down next to him making him pause as she giggled. "Mr. Grooves told me about how much ya care 'bout your grandchildren and son."

"...Oi. He did did he?" He asked slowly raising a brow. The peckneck was talking about him huh? "What else has that flipper flapper said?"

"Oh nothing bad. Just that you had a family and you ran the train on top of being a movie director which I must say is quite a feat. I'm impressed by your skills and dedication." Her smile ever genuine. "I adore some of your films."

His feathers puffed up more as she smiled widely. "I-I-I w-w-wot-"

"The Cactus Casualties! I never expected that an actual cactus enchanted by a Sand Witch was the culprit. I could've sworn it was the saloon owner puttin' the cactus juice in the nutmix!"

"Ahehe. Well I-..Wait." His head snapped back to her faster than a bullet. "Ye actually knew that was nut mix and nah birdseed!?"

She nodded. "As someone who works with food you have to pay special attention to food details. It's a habit I formed so I noticed it straight away. It's the small details that count. Dontcha think?"

"Ah...." He smiled back at her. "Aye. Tis the details that make ye movie. ..Y'know. Ye was the first one to point that out?"

"Wait. Really? I thought it was obvious it was a plain old nut mix. Birdseed is totally different. Those owls were totally confusing the audience calling it birdseed all the time."

"That's wot I said but it was too late to change the script!! And refilming everrrrything would've been too much time! That's why I now write me own scripts! Hmph!"

Her eyes widened. "You write your own scripts too!? Wow! You're better at multitasking than I am with three pots on one stove."

He nodded. "...Oh. By the way, Lassie. That DJ Pe-...*ahem* Grooves wouldn't have happened ta mention anything else about me to ya, would he?"

"Hm? Oh no. Not really. Only that you had a family and liked birdseed cookies." He sighed reaching for a cookie and deciding to toss it into his mouth. "Oh. And that you were single."

Conductor choked on his cookie-

Things weren't tense anymore. Well..at least back to normal tense concerning the Conductor and Cookie now. The two waved when seeing each other and sometimes she'd come bring him lunch on his breaks where they'd talk about his movies and she'd give him tips on food presentations for his movies which he took serious. He was a perfectionist when it came to movie details after all, and it didn't hurt to have a pretty lady cooking for him. And OH PECK!! Her food was grand. He never liked sweet things like cake before but she revealed his hidden sweet tooth for her-..uh these things. The owls were still yelled at by him and he still yelled at most people but with less bite until one day. The theme for the Bird Movie Awards was announced. Romance. Why? Well with a few of the judges for the movies falling ill the date had to be pushed back to allow them to recover and that put the new rewards ceremony close to Cupid's Day, so Romance would be the new theme. And with her first season of her cooking show coming to an end so Mr. Grooves could focus on the movie- No wait. Play he was working on she was glad for the break and was happy for him. He had gotten the idea from a very popular children's book and he seemed super excited to try it out. As for Conductor he was working on his own movie which was coming along great. At his rate he should have it done long before Cupid Day was here. Or at least we would've if it wasn't for an accident. Cookie had taken Muriel with her to the little aliens ship and met up with Poppy again. The poor dear was so cooped up she invited her to come shopping with her and the girls in Express Town and she agreed. After grabbing some gold for money the five ladies made their way into Express Town. Exchanging the gold, buying some new clothes, things like that. And when everyone got hungry she offered to give everyone a free lunch at her cafe, only thing wrong was that she accidentally left her purse inside her set up at the studios again so they had to take a small detour to grab it....She was only gone for fifthteen minutes! No more and no less! And in those fifthteen minutes Conductor's entire movie was destroyed, a fight had broke out between the bird and Poppy, Poppy had somehow accidentally broken the Directors' shared VERY expensive camera, Poppy agreed to work for Mr. Grooves for free in exchange to pay him back, and now Conductor was forced to resort to another idea since his first movie was completely wrecked and it would take too long and costly to refilm everything in the original. .....All she did was get her purse and come back! How did these things keep happening to her!? Sigh. Oh well. At least it wasn't something caused by Muriel's stunts again. Cookie was given the chance to catch up on what happened taking them to lunch and keeping the three company until the next train back to the Moon City.  From then on for a while things were calm for now but she was wondering how Conductor was doing now that he was set back farther back than Mr. Grooves now. Last she heard he was looking for someone to play a southern bell damsel in distress but had no luck with any of the ladies who auditioned. Which lead to one fateful encounter when they decided to grab some food from the Jukebox Cafe and load and behold there was Conductor sitting in a quiet corner. His jacket was discarded next to him at the booth, looked to be on his hundredth cup of coffee, a stack of what must've been script in front of him lying on the table, and he mumbled to himself over nothing staring at the papers in front of him. So naturally Cookie walked on over to him with Muriel trailing right behind her.

"Mr. Conductor!" The owl gave a squawk as he jumped up towards her. In return she gave a big smile towards him. "Ah wasn't expecting to see you here today? What do I owe the pleasure?"

Conductor stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth, turning red, and clearing his throat. "L-Lassie! A-Aye was just...M-Mullin' over me movie scripct! Yeah!"

"Oh how nice. And how's that comin' along?"

He gave a long sigh before his hand reached up before rubbing his head. "Nah good. I got rrrroles to fill in but nah anyone I look at is good at the bloody roles! If only I had snagged that country red haired lass ta play the darned role! She would've had the accent for it at least!" Oh. He must've meant Poppy. The two of them had similar accents. "But nnnnooo!! She's working for DJ Sunglasses while m' stuck with empty slots like a broken poker game!"

"Oh I see. Poor man. Must be exhausting. Let me get you some food on the house."

"Wot? Nah! I can't ask ye to do that, Lass."

"You aren't. Ah'm offering and I insist. This is my cafe after all. It's the least I could do."

"Yer too kind, Lass."

Cooking looked over as Muriel also tugged insistently on her shirt. "Hey! I'm hungry too! How am I supposed to defend the world if I have an empty stomach?"

"Oh alright. My children have a healthy appetite. Waiter!" She waved to one of her employees who immediately paid attention. "Bring out two orders of burger and fries and another coffee for this gentlemen, and some katsu curry for myself."

The waiter disappeared and five minutes later the two girls were sitting in front of Conductor with their respective foods chatting away although he was still mostly thinking about his movie. He was more behind than that flashy peckneck by now and no one was fitting his darned roles! It shouldn't be this hard! Where was he supposed to find a southern bell that was kind and caring with a really sweet personality!?..Reality then hit him in the middle of taking a bite of his hamburger. When Muriel happily eating her own burger got ketchup and mustard all over her face. Cookie fussed and scolded her lightly in a motherly way before taking a couple napkins and hastily wiping at the fussing girl's face. Such a kind, sweet, and caring gesture. Then it hit him with the speed and force of his own train. 

"THAT'S IT!!" His voice boomed out happily in new found excitement and he smiled startling the two ladies into looking at him. "Ahehehehe!! That's it! That's wot I've been missing!"

...Cookie blinked. "Uh..W-What?"

He pointed right at her. "You, Lass! You're the perfect one to play the rrrole of Catrina in me big film!"

Cookie's fur fluffed up in surprise as Conductor rubbed his hands together in glee. Napkins dropped so her paws could point at her. "W-Who me!? N-Now Mr. Conductor you must be mistaken! I-I haven't gotten an acting bone in mah body! I wouldn't be able to perform none!"

"Lassie please!," Conductor begged, "Ah now you'd be perfect for the rrrole! And I need ye help with this! I nah can do it on me own! And the deadline is leavin' me with nah choice! I'll make it up to ye in whatever ye want! Please help this old bird out once!"

Muriel's eyes widened at the thought of Cookie acting and snapped to her. And Cookie looked at the desperate bird in shock. Conductor was quite literally begging with his hands clasped together looking at her with a pleading frown on his face. She'd never seen the proud bird act like this before even when he was stressed so he must've been really desperate if he was resorting to begging out in the open where everyone could see him. And she couldn't blame him. Losing his first movie and scrambling to finish a second one must've put strain on him. She felt bad for him and she could help him now. Couldn't she?

Cookie continued to stare at him for a long moment before sighing. And smiling at him. "Well..If it really means that much to ya then I guess I could lend a hand."

"YES!! THANK YE LASSIE!! YA WON'T REGRET IT!!"

"Hey! What about me?," Muriel exclaimed with a frown, "Don't I ever get to do anything?"

"Oooh! I think I got the rrright role for the wee one!"

"hmm. What kind of role are we talking about here?"

"A hero! One who'd be the key piece ta helpin' the lassie escape from ye train mugger!"

Muriel looked real interested now. "A hero huh? Alright! Ya got yourself a deal! I can't wait to see everyone's face when I nail that bad guy in their ugly mug!"

"Ahahahaha!! That's the spirit! Ooh! We're surrre to kick that peckneck out of the rrring now!"

Now all his roles were filled in! They could begin filming now! HA! Watch out DJ Peckneck! His winning streak was back on track now!....And then he was scolded by Cookie for using the p word in front of Muriel. 

[piers-official]

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(if you're cool with it)

-@ice-type-aipoms-official

Heh, Hey lads, glad to hear from you again. Course m'cool with it.

We only got t'know each other briefly, but man what a time it was!

Helena, ya really got the Spikemuth spirit and I respect that. The way you wail on your guitar is like angels singing in a arc-damn choir (If the choir was full of heavy-metal angels). Destroya and Strummer also seemed to hit it off well, which was cool t'see.

Caroline, Ye practically the jack-of-all-trades in wind instruments, it was a crazy thing to witness in the recording room. Ya play beautifully and I can tell ye got a natural talent for being able to play any sorta flute, sax, etc thrown ya way. Keep it up!

Hey Jude (sorry couldn't resist), The way ya pound and crash away on the drums was bloomin' WILD. Pretty sure ye were a rillaboom in a past life or something mate, because you got the rhythm and beat flowin' through ya veins. Loved watchin' you play, rock on man \m/

Billie, like Caroline, ye really got talent for any keyboard or synth that's thrown ya way. Also I never knew an accordion could sound so bloody metal? I have no idea how ye do that but it was wickedly amazing. MIku ye aipom was also a cute little bugger. Even though she's not an ice-type, she's still one cool chimp.

[luvrsbian]

love love loved your school janitor!eddie I don’t know why him having a normal job makes me looopy but it does 😍 you completely nailed him!!!! their meet cute was exactly that bloomin adorable ♥️♥️♥️♥️

it makes me so loopy as well!! i just love domestic normal eddie, he has my whole heart )-: ESPECIALLY WHEN HES COMPLETELY FLUFFY!! MINIMAL ANGST FOR MY POOR HEART!! i’m so grateful of you for reading it and so happy you loved it 😵‍💫😭💖 also re:your reblog tags but the letter will be completely dived into in part 2!!!