#spring fling creations

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Purple"

Skies of Disney gifset for @monthly-challenge day 12

[ivyrivasworld]

♡ original dress & self done makeup/nails for spring fling ♡ 

[storm-angel989]

Greetings, if I may ask, may I have a one-shot where the reader, aka his daughter(teen), comes out to valentino as aroace. Mabye she is scared he will not like her because he is known for the exact opposite if that makes sense.

If you wish to not write this, please make me aware

-L.B Creations

Hi friend,

Thank you for working with me on this! I always appreciate when a not anonymous poster asks for something I have little personal experience with. It allows me to touch base with them personally in addition to my own research so that I can better understand a perspective. I do hope I've written this story accurately, and as always- feedback is appreciated!

<3 Mandy

Aroace. 

I stared at my computer, chewing up every tidbit of information I could find. Relief washed over me. Finally, a word for it. A word that describes me.  And the more I read, the more I saw myself. For the longest time, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Why all my friends were interested in relationships, in sex and in kissing- dating and going to dances,  I had no desire to do any of that. Actually, if I was being honest with myself, the idea of sex kind of repulsed me. 

Sure I liked hugs. And I liked the idea of being held.  I had lots of friends- friends I would text every day. I could appreciate peoples looks- pretty eyes, beautiful hair, a nice set of muscles. But that didn’t mean I wanted to sleep with them. Or do anything beyond enjoying and appreciating their presence in my life. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the Spring Fling?” My father asked over breakfast yesterday morning. “I can get you a date, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Shame rushed over me and I looked down, away from the gaze of the overlord of lust and depravity. My father was known for sleeping with anything and everything- for a price. In my own household, it was known but not spoken that he was in a relationship with my Uncle Vox and Aunt Velvette. Polysexual, the internet called it. Not that a label made a difference for him. Actually, I wasn’t sure there was an accurate label for what my father did. 

That conversation was the most recent of many, many conversations between my father and I. He would encourage me to date, brought me hotel rooms I never used, and even sent Aunt Velvette to talk to me about safe sex. Although he never said it, all of his insistence left me feeling like something was wrong with me. 

It was that feeling that led me here, to the internet, desperately trying to figure out if I was broken. But according to the blogs and information I found, I wasn’t broken. Not in the slightest. I was aroace. With a sigh, I pushed myself away from the computer, my stomach in knots. I had an answer to why I felt the way I did. I had a word for it. Now I needed to tell my father. Hopefully, it would go well and he would understand.

And not kick me out. Or tell me I was broken. Or any of the thousand things that he could say. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more my anxiety grew. The overlord of sex- having an aroace daughter? Would he even accept it? Would he still love me? I swallowed back the overwhelming fear and walked over to the elevator. Two o’clock. Dad would be in his office, filing paperwork. 

“Ah! Bebita princessa,” Valentino announced as I walked into his office. “Come, come mi amore. Sit, I have several prospects for you to…”

“Daddy? Can we talk?” I asked as I sat down in the chair in front of his desk. “It’s kind of important.”

“Of course princessa, what’s on your mind?” Valentino leaned back in his chair. “I’m all yours, mi amore.” 

I took a deep breath. “Dad, I’ve felt like this for a while and I’m…I know you’ve been trying to set me up on dates and I don’t mean to be rude, I just…please just promise you’ll always love me.” I could feel my lower lip start to quiver and tears burned at the corner of my eye. 

Alarm spread across his features. In a flash, he knelt in front of me. I felt the warmth of his hand as he cupped my chin. 

“Bebita, I will always love you. What is it? Did someone hurt you?” He demanded. “Princessa, talk to Daddy.”

I felt a hiccup in my chest, a painful burn and I took a deep breath. Now or never. 

“Daddy, I think I’m aroace. I, I don’t like anyone romantically, I just…” My words trailed off into a dissolve of tears. 

He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned into his shoulder and cried. 

“Settle yourself, ninita,” he said softly. “Shussh. Daddy loves you. Daddy isn’t mad. I would never be.”

“Please don’t force me to try it, the internet said…” I sobbed into his shoulder. “Daddy, I…”

“I would never, mi amore,” he reassured gently. “If aroace is what you identify as, then I won’t push to set you up on dates. I would have never done so if that’s how you feel. Hey, bebita, look at me.”

I raised my head up from his shoulder and rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. I tried to catch my breath, but dissolved again into a sobbing mess of tears. He sighed and took me into his arms again. 

“Reader. Reader. It’s okay, I’m not upset with you- you are who you are, and I love you for that,” he said as he rubbed my back. “I would never not.”

“How is it gonna look, the overlord of lust’s daughter doesn’t want anything to do with sex?” I choked out. 

I felt him chuckle, a low rumble in his chest. 

“Who gives a fuck what the rest of the world thinks? You’re my daughter. You’re all that matters,” he said as he ran a hand down my hair. “Come on now, deep breath. I love you very much. And I always will.”

[hanaleeappreciationweek]

Today was indeed a wonderful start to Day 1 of HLAW 2024 so far!! We got little bursts of nostalgia through some very beautiful pieces from the past, as well as some incredible new work!! We hope you keep them coming because Day 1 isn't over yet 🩷🩷 What we have got so far is so amazing and we can't wait to see what you all have in store for us!

Tomorrow is Day 2, and we have two themes ready for it as well!

Our first theme is, of course, flowers! A representation of her maternal home, something she has always had a real fascination for. Remember how she would excitedly show us a moonflower in bloom at night and tell us the meanings of flowers? Many of us practically associate Hana with flowers, spring and new life 🩷🩷🩷

The next theme is Fashion Design! This is a skill that Hana often exhibits for the people she loves. There have been so many instances where we have been treated to her handmade creations, like the black cheongsam that holds so many memories of her grandmother, or the gorgeous red outfit she made for the MC (appropriately titled "Hana's Heart!") or even the lovely blue dress she creates for her fianceé's engagement photoshoot!! This would be a perfect opportunity to explore that skill and how she expresses her emotions for those she loves through it!!

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[rexobiweek]

Announcing RexObi Fest Week 2023

It's that time of year again where we are rapidly approaching everyone's favorite season! Think past the spring rains and dewy mornings into the sunny beach days, chasing fireflies, and our favorite, the beginning of every summer fling in existence! This year we are hoping to find that romance and make it last with a RexObi week for all seasons!

Announcing RexObi Fest 2023!

We are a laid-back RexObi event with no minimum requirements for any fanwork created for the event–so long as RexObi is the focus of your fanwork, anything goes!

The 2023 theme(s) for RexObi Week is romance and nostalgia!

Everyone will be able to submit their favorite prompt, image prompt, &/or quote/poem prompt. Once all prompts have been submitted, you get to vote and tell us what your favorites are! Once finalized, content creators will have 8 weeks to work on their creation(s), so you can do as many, or as few, as you want.

Prompt Submissions open on April 30, and will be open for 2 weeks

Prompt Voting will open on May 14, with another prompt elimination to follow

Final Prompts will be announced on May 23

AO3 Collection will open in June

Posting week is from July 23 to July 29, 2023

Get caught up in a wistful romance with us!

please reblog if you’re interested and to help spread the word!

@swfandomevents for visibility! Art credit to @trip_mcneill !

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

I am hereby adding my own request into the Spicy spring fling lot💖

Being a notorious Bottom Melkor lover I would very much want to see our dear dark Lord have a lovely first time with his most trusted balrog Gothmog in the times of Utumno before Mairon was seduced💖💖

I possible I'd want to see these prompts/dialogues used: 29&12 from the first time list, "I like being close to you, you're warm"&"Don'tmind me, just enjoying the view" from the vanilla list and lastly number 23 "say my name" from the spicy list.

For the spiciness the hotter the better so bring on the INFERNO!🔥🔥🔥

I brought the inferno. I think.

“Take the reins”

Prompts: "I like being close to you, you're warm" & "Don't mind me, just enjoying the view" & "say my name"

Pairing: Melkor x Gothmog

Themes: Slowburn | Smut | Soft

Warnings: Mentions of prisoners being tortured | Monster fucking (Gothmog in an elf mixed with demon-ish? Fana) | Dom Sub aspects | First time | Bondage (hands)| Impact play (Spanking) | Biting / Marking | Blindfolds | Choking | Dirty talk | Explicit language | Penetrative sex | Cream pie | Oral

Word count: 3k words

Summary: Melkor finally understands the freedom that comes with letting someone else take control. (Or, the one where Bottom Melkor realizes he enjoys being Bottom Melkor.) 

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Want to be tagged? Want to know the rules? Read all here.

The stream of silver light rose higher and higher, first cresting over the peaks of nearby mountains before spreading out all over the darkened sky. The silver light belonged to the tree many called Telperion, and the gold light that would come later belonged to the one called Laurelin. Gothmog cared not one whit what the others called either tree. His eyes saw no beauty in them and he decided to leave the ramparts. As High Captain of Utumno, he had other duties to see to.

As he descended deeper into the fortress, the noises from within grew louder. The sounds of artificers hard at work, the roar of furnaces, the shouts of orcs and goblins, and, beneath it all, the screams of new prisoners. Gothmog easily turned a deaf ear to the latter. He thought the Eldar were fools. If they had only recognized Melkor’s authority over them instead of resisting, they would have been among those like him instead of suffering unending torment.

Gothmog’s thoughts went back to the new lights. His lord had been wroth when his attempt to destroy the Lamps resulted in the two Trees. When they told him of the trees and the light they shed, Melkor’s fury had been a fearsome thing to behold. Oh, he had calmed, but only after he had taken his anger out on the first lot of prisoners that had caught his attention. And now he was in his private chambers, brooding as always. This was how Gothmog found him—seated by a table filled with food, staring into his goblet of wine.

They did not need to eat, drink, or even sleep, for that matter. None of the Ainur required such things, but they liked to indulge. Not just food and drink and sleep, but in other, more pleasurable pursuits as well. Oh, Gothmog eagerly partook, but from what he heard from the others, Melkor rarely did.

He found it all very interesting.

"What news?" Melkor continued to stare into his wine. After his attempts to destroy the Lamps only resulted in the creation of the Trees, Melkor found that what little he had indulged in had lost all flavour.

Gothmog stood to attention by the door, lest his lord turns and find him showing any sign of disrespect. "Many and more Ainur are joining your cause, sire. I received word Aulë’s favourite has been listening and is intrigued."

"Mairon. The artificer without peer."

"So they say, sire."

"So they say. What do you say, High Captain?"

Gothmog swallowed and considered his words. Melkor had never sought his counsel in such a manner and he had to tread very carefully. One wrong turn of phrase and he would be joining those rotting in cells deep within the bowels of the fortress.

"He is quite skilled; I have seen some evidence of it myself." He kept standing at attention, his eyes fixed firmly on the wall before him. "As for him being without peer, I would think the firstborn son of Finwë may have something to say about that."

"Fëanor," Melkor spat and slammed his goblet on the table, spilling wine all over. He rose from his chair and started pacing the room like an angry beast. "He shut the door to me, the fucking fool."

He had gone and said the wrong thing. Gothmog thought frantically and settled on playing to Melkor’s ego. "He is, sire," he said quickly, "A fool. You are wise to see it. Truth be told, I think most of them are."

Melkor stopped his pacing and studied his High Captain Keenly. As the leader of the Valaraukar he very much looked the part, all tall and terrifying with those leathery wings and curved horns of his. But there was a strange beauty to him, with his elf-like ears and elegant features. Melkor felt his very fëa stir by the image. He quickly found something else to look at, in case he gave himself away.

"Perhaps you are correct," He did not notice his captain’s jaw drop in absolute shock when he sat back down again. "The Eldar are all fools."

It was the first time Melkor had spoken so casually. Gothmog did not know what to make of it.

"So many burdens," Melkor sighed without even realizing it. "All of them growing heavier by the day. And my foes grow thick like weeds. Every time I rip them out more spring up in their place."

Such an exchange would never have happened before. More at ease, Gothmog felt a strange sense of courage surge through him, making him bolder. "You take too much onto your shoulders, sire."

"Perhaps," Melkor shrugged.

"Perhaps you should let someone else take the reins," Gothmog could not seem to stop himself. Something wicked and daring took root, something that seemed determined to take control of his tongue. "In some capacity at least."

Melkor turned his head. "What did you say?"

"What I meant is," the words stumbled out before Gothmog could even think them through. "It could be very liberating to hand over control to someone else and for you not to have to burden yourself, sire. Even for a little while."

He quickly bit his tongue. Melkor glared, his inky black eyes as cold as the winters that ravaged the region. His countenance was a mask, one that gave nothing away. Oh, but he was thinking, even if he did not wish to show it.

To let someone else take control for once. Melkor would not even dream of relinquishing control of his rule. That would never happen. But to let someone else hold the reins in other aspects...

His High Captain was one of those who partook in as many physical pleasures as possible. He had experience in ways Melkor could not even begin to fathom. 

He looked at the table, at the rich food, and at what was left of his wine. Nothing appealed to him and he was starting to understand why. There had been another hunger within him, one he had neglected for as long as he had existed. It had to be satisfied, he knew that, but he had no inkling of how to do it. His gaze slowly cut to Gothmog again.

It would be very liberating to hand over control to someone else, Gothmog had said. Perhaps this should be put to the test.

"Would you like to do it?" Melkor said lightly, "Take the reins?"

Gothmog turned and stared. "Sire?"

"Take control," Melkor said with a casual air even as anticipation grew. "Not when it comes to the ruling, of course, but in an intimate fashion."

There was that wicked and daring feeling again. This time it had grown stronger and Gothmog caught on to what Melkor was hinting at. Still, he wanted to hear the words spoken out loud. "Take control in what way, sire?"

"The way you said, with me allowing you to take control. Of me." Melkor looked over his shoulder and found Gothmog locking the doors to his chambers. He faced forward again, a rare smile on his face. "What do you think, High Captain? Is this possible?"

"Perhaps," Gothmog made his way towards the table, ready to turn and leave at a moment’s notice. And behave as if their entire exchange never took place. "But that would mean submitting completely. Can you do it?"

Melkor swallowed, feeling oddly bashful for the first time ever. Submitting completely. It may hurt his pride to do so, but the notion of submitting completely to another felt rather enticing at the same time.

"I think I can," he said and pushed his chair back. Melkor rose, not knowing what else to say or do or expect. All of this was completely new to him. "But how?"

"Leave it to me." Gothmog took his lord’s hand, giddy with anticipation. Until they were done he would be the master and Melkor the obedient servant, something he could not have imagined even in his wildest dreams. "Now, show me where the bed is."

It was not far, and it was surprisingly elegant. Gothmog expected something sparse and rather somber, but the large bed with its silk sheets, the polished stood floor and the exquisite furniture were all unexpected. And that bed gave him ideas.

"Your garments are too much," Gothmog said. "Relieve yourself of them."

Melkor complied. It was all oddly thrilling, letting someone else issue the orders and him obeying in return. His armour had to be undone, then his clothes, his boots. When his fana was fully exposed he found himself flushing.

"What now?" He mumbled under his breath.

"In bed." Having already gotten a taste for commanding his superior, Gothmog fully intended on making the most of it. Besides, he had to admit that Melkor was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He almost felt bad about the notion of wanting to ruin that beauty a little. Almost. That feeling went away quickly when he came up with his next order. "And keep your hands over your head."

The urge to submit grew easier now and made his very fana tingle. Melkor did as he was bid, watching Gothmog strip.

His second-in-command had skin like beaten copper. Eyes that were afire. Silky black hair that gleamed and his nails... Melkor found himself aching to feel those nails rake over his skin. When Gothmog came over, it was with his whip in hand. Melkor obediently lifted his arms and watched once more while his hands were bound at the wrists before they were secured to a bedpost. He tried to move them and found that he could not. It made him feel vulnerable. He loved it. When he looked around, he found Gothmog by the side of the bed again, his sash in hand.

"Do not mind me," his second-in-command said in a voice that had already gone rough. "I am just enjoying the view. Now. Keep still."

Melkor nodded, wondering what he was up to. Gothmog surprised him by coming over and blindfolding him with the same sash. It was soft and thick. Melkor could not see anything, could not anticipate what was going to happen next. It excited him even more. "What happens now?"

"You no longer get to ask such things of me," Gothmog was very much the one in charge now. "Not until I am done with you. Until then, you must obey."

Obey. Melkor never had it in him to obey. His every instinct was to go against the urge. "I cannot do it," he whined despite himself, all eager thoughts of submission forgotten. "Not complete..."

A slap stung his thigh, and he gasped. A second quickly followed on the heels of the first. "You do not speak unless you are spoken to." Gothmog's words had a steely edge to them. It made Melkor hard. "Is that understood?"

"Yes," Melkor whimpered weakly, even as he gave in to Gothmog's authority.

"Will you obey?"

"Yes."

"Fucking pathetic," Gothmog grinned wickedly, eyeing Melkor like a predator sizing up its prey. The greatest of them all was yielding to him, a mere Maia, and he could not get enough of it. "The greatest amongst the Ainur yielding so easily."

Bound and unable to leave the bed, Melkor could do nothing but agree. Truth be told, he liked being degraded in such a manner.

Another slap stung his thigh and Melkor moaned. Gothmog eyed his whip, feeling sorry that he had to use it to bind Melkor’s hands. It did not matter. There were other things he could do. Melkor, on the other hand, could do nothing but wait. His restraints and lack of sight meant he had to rely on what remained to him—touch, sound, and scent mostly. And the scent of iron and flames and the chill from the world outside clung to Gothmog’s skin like perfume. He wanted to say something about it, about how good it was, but then he remembered the role he undertook.

He had to submit. And obey. And only speak when spoken to, lest he ruin everything. With a frustrated groan, he bit his tongue.

Gothmog heard it and grinned. He got in bed, his large frame making the bedding sink even more from the weight. Melkor took a deep breath, readying himself for what could happen next. Gothmog said nothing and gave nothing away. He moved between Melkor’s legs and spread them apart. His hands were hot, not that Melkor felt any discomfort in them. His fana could tolerate far more than that.

A fourth slap made him moan Gothmog’s name. The sound was like sweet music to the Balrog’s ears.

"Say my name," he commanded before making Melkor’s thigh sting again. "Say it!"

The pain and pleasure and heat that came from the flat of Gothmog’s hand rendered him lightheaded and dizzy and willing to do anything. His High Captain’s name fell off his lips repeatedly, and Gothmog laughed triumphantly.

"Listen to you," he growled. "Crying out for me like a needy little slut already. I should make you do it more often."

He dipped his head to taste, running his lips over the insides of Melkor’s thighs and belly, his sharp teeth leaving bruises wherever they marked, his growls muffled against Melkor’s skin. Melkor writhed beneath him as Gothmog kissed and marked his way higher and higher, stopping at the crook of his neck.

"Kiss me," he craved one desperately and was willing to go against their rules to beg for it if need be. "Please." 

Gothmog’s growl was low in his throat. Once, he decided. He would indulge Melkor’s request just once. His kiss was demanding, hungry, and far from tender. He gripped Melkor’s face with his hand while they kissed, his teeth leaving his lord’s lips swollen and bruised, his nails digging into soft flesh. When his tongue slipped past Melkor’s lips the latter nearly sobbed.

How could a being that dealt out death and torment arouse such a fiery need? One that grew only stronger with each passing moment? Melkor did not know the answer. All he did know was that he was going to look forward to more of such encounters.

Nails started to rake down his torso, his thighs, making him arch his back. "By the time you walk out of these chambers," Gothmog hissed in his ear, "Everyone will know who you belong to."

"Yes," Melkor could not help but agree. Gothmog's nipping at his throat and making him moan with pleasure rendered him unable to do anything else. "All will see."

The spikes that went down the length of his spine right up to the tip of his tail grew heated; their veins of fiery red, yellow, orange, and gold slowly sparked to life, the air around them smoldering. Gothmog felt his wings shake and his need for more grow. He spread Melkor’s legs further apart, his hand gripping at his lord hip and lifting his back off the mattress. Melkor braced himself.

A slick finger penetrated his hole, slowly opening him up with careful thrusts. "Such an obedient slut you are," Gothmog groaned deeply when Melkor rolled his hips. "Taking me without complaint."

"Yes," Melkor responded eagerly as jolts of pleasure washed all over him. "I am an obedient slut."

"My slut, yes?"

"Yes!" Melkor’s back arched as a second finger joined the first. "Your slut!"

Gothmog growled again, his entire fana trembling when he pulled out and held onto Melkor’s hip tight this time. Holding his erection with his free hand he entered Melkor again, carefully, hesitantly, before finally pushing through. He was in him, felt him, all of him. He barely heard his name come out in half-moan, half-whimper.

His name. Just his. Gothmog savoured it and kept still for a moment, letting Melkor get used to having his cock inside him. He ran his hands over Melkor’s thighs, his flesh now scorching against Melkor’s own. Greed and lust soon became too much to bear and he started to move. Melkor felt his fana being pushed higher up the bed repeatedly. He could see nothing, all he could do was feel.

And he felt so much, from the heat radiating from Gothmog’s body, to hips slapping against the insides of his thighs, the nails that marred his fana every time they raked over his skin. The sensations that came with it all—the pain and the pleasure, especially the pleasure—were unlike anything Melkor had ever experienced. He thought he could easily become intoxicated by this.

Gothmog moved his hand over Melkor’s throat, applying gentle pressure every time he pushed back in. His grip would tighten and release, tighten and release. His own thrusts grew erratic, his fana tensing like bowstring, his moans matching Melkor’s. Soon. It was going to happen soon. His fana shivered and jolted. One last thrust was all it took. One last thrust, one deep, satisfying grunt as his orgasm ripped through him. His nails dug into Melkor’s silver-grey skin, leaving little gouges as he spilled his seed.

The weight in the bed shifted as Gothmog slowly pulled away. Melkor was still bound, his own needs unmet. "Please," he begged. "Do not make me wait any longer."

If not for the blindfold Melkor could have easily seen Gothmog’s wolfish grin. "I like you begging," he said. "Do it again."

Melkor pleaded without shame. "Please, please, please. Just finish me off. Make me come. Please."

"Needy sluts should not be rewarded so easily," Gothmog dipped his head and ran his tongue up Melkor’s shaft. The moan that followed was the most guttural he had ever heard. "But I suppose I can give you what you desire so desperately."

Melkor struggled against his restraints when Gothmog took all of him into his wet mouth. He groaned when Gothmog lay a hand over his stomach, to stop him from moving so much. It did not take very long; Melkor could not hold on for much longer. His fana shuddered violently as he climaxed, his warmth filling Gothmog’s mouth.

The haze he found himself in slowly lifted when Gothmog undid his whip and removed the blindfold. Melkor blinked his eyes as clarity slowly came to him.

Words could not describe what happened or how Gothmog made him feel. Words would not be enough, and he was unsure how he could even begin explaining. He looked up at his captain, utterly satisfied, and came up with one final request.

"Stay with me. I like being close to you, you are warm."

Tags: @cilil @edensrose @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays

[immcrtalize]

if you’re hearing if you’re hearing LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER by BON JOVI playing, you have to know OSCAR SALAZAR (HE/HIM; CISGENDER MAN) is near by! the 60 year old chocolatier has been in town for, like, FIVE YEARS. they’re known to be quite ECCENTRIC, but being EASY GOING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble BENJAMIN BRATT. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those THE SMELL OF CHOCOLATE, INNOVATIVE IDEAS, RUMBLED T-SHIRTS and SLEEPY EYES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around RIVERSIDE long enough!

details:

oscar salazar moved to the united states when he was seven years old towed along by his parents in their pursuit of the american dream. he was quiet, timid child, who was more observant than he was often given credit for.

while, he never quite got over the quietness, oscar grew into his own in his teenage years, embracing his eccentricity and creativity. it was during his teenage years that he discovered his love for all things dessert and determined to go to culinary school.

that dream finally became a reality in his mid 20s, when oscar finally saved enough to pay his way through a program.

it took him 6 years, but he became a chocolatier, and he couldn't imagine a better life.

so, when the opportunity came to further his career in france under the tutelage of a well known chocolatier, oscar couldn't pass up the opportunity. he packed his things, kissed his loved ones goodbye, and once again, found himself in a strange country where he didn't speak the language.

living in france was a dream, but 5 years ago, oscar made the decision to return to the US. he moved to hemlock springs where he's been working freelance, of sorts, creating and selling his creations to the resort and other local businesses.

potential connections:

besties (wc posted)

exes, flings, and all the other sorts of romantic past connections

professional rivals

someone who thinks of him as the town's weird old man

clients

any and everything

[lee-bella]

HP Fest Schedule: February 2024

A list of important Harry Potter fest dates for the month of February, ranging from Janaruy 31 to February 29. All the dates are subject to change.

If the Nitter links are down, you can try the alternatives listed here if you know the Twitter handle you want to view. Or check out the fest’s AO3 collection profile page. The AO3 profile page usually has fest rules and links to claiming/sign-up forms, etc.

For the full HP Fest Schedule, see here.

For more HP fest news, visit Potterfests on Dreamwidth or Livejournal.

January 31

For the Love of a Weasley Fest (Nitter, AO3; hpweasleyfest): Claiming opens.

February 1

HP Sapphic Valentine's: Posting begins.

HP Knotfest: Posting begins.

Spring Fling Fic Exchange (Nitter, AO3): Sign-up closes.

Rare Pair Shorts Winter Prompt Challenge (Tumblr): February challenge begins.

HP Abandon Ship Fest (gen): Claiming opens.

HP Saffics Femslash February 2024: Challenge begins.

R/S Candy Hearts Challenge: Request a prompt begins.

Dreomione Fest (Nitter, AO3, dreomionefest): Claiming begins.

February 3

Dronarry Fest 2024: Claiming closes.

Severitus Big Bang: Claiming begins.

HP Smells Like Teen Spirit Fest (Nitter, AO3; hpteenfest): Claiming opens.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Facebook members only. Sign-up closes.

Regulus Black Fest 2024: Prompting opens.

February 4

H/D Wireless 2024: Claiming opens. Fic claim capped at 80. No cap for art or podfic.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Facebook members only. Team assignments sent.

February 5

Wizarding Olympics Fest: Prompting ends.

February 7

HP Bard Fest: Works due.

Snapecase 2024: Posting ends.

HP Triad!Fest: Claiming closes.

Love Is In The Air (Twitter, Nitter): Works due. Reveals?

Wizarding Olympics Fest: Claiming opens.

February 8

Snapecase 2024: The reveal.

February 9

Bad Witches Fest: Sign-up closes.

February 10

Harry/Draco Mpreg Fest 2024 (LJ): Prompting closes.

February 12

Harry/Draco Mpreg Fest 2024 (LJ): Claiming opens.

February 13

Eiffel Tower Fest (triad): Works due.

Wooing a Weasley Fest: Facebook members only. Works due.

February 14

HP Sapphic Valentine's: Reveals.

Blackcest Fest 2024 (Black family; incest): Claiming ends.

Marauders Mayhem Voldy's Valentines (exchange): Gifts posted.

Wooing a Weasley Fest: Facebook members only. Stories revealed.

February 16

HP Lyricists Fest: Claiming ends.

Eiffel Tower Fest (triad): Works revealed.

February 17

Regulus Black Fest 2024: Prompting ends.

February 18

Dronarry Fest 2024: Submissions due.

Salt & Pepper Fest 2024 (over 50 years old): Works due.

Drarry Mini Bang: Sign-up closes. Deadline for fic concepts from writers.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Fest ends.

February 20

Silver Trio Fest: Works due.

The Fairest of the Rare Love Fest 2024 (AO3): Points & winners announced.

February 21

HP Bard Fest: Posting.

February 23

A Devious & Diverse New Year 2024: Claiming ends. Works due.

Silver Trio Fest: Works revealed.

February 24

Drarry Mini Bang: Fic concepts sent to artists.

February 25

A Devious & Diverse New Year 2024: Works revealed.

Regulus Black Fest 2024: Claiming opens.

February 26

Truly Madly Deeply Fest: Works due.

February 27

Drarry Mini Bang: Artists claim.

February 28

Truly Madly Deeply Fest: Reveals.

Questival SSHG & Questival Non-SSHG: Works due.

February 29

Blackcest Fest 2024 (Black family; incest): Claiming ends?

Remus Lupin Fest: Works due.

Rare Pair Shorts Winter Prompt Challenge (Tumblr): February challenge ends.

The Great Wizarding Feast Fest (AO3): Prompting closes.

HP Lyricists Fest: Claiming ends.

Truly Madly Deeply Fest: Feature begins on social media.

Post-Deathly Hallows Harrymort Fest: Claiming ends.

Questival SSHG & Questival Non-SSHG: Creations revealed.

HP Saffics Femslash February 2024: Challenge ends.

[thelensofyashunews]

wolfacejoeyy Drops New Summer Fling Anthems “finsta/bia”

The weather is heating up and so is wolfacejoeyy as he sparks some summertime sexiness on his latest double single release, “finsta/bia.” Previewed on his socials and on Twitch streamer Tylil's livestream, the opening track “finsta” is a fun play on the way lovers socialize on and offline. Paired with melodic twinkly triangle percussions and a distorted uptempo bass beat, “finsta” is evocative of an infatuation with a love interest that is growing with rapid speed and intensity but its relevance revolves around both partners showing their true selves online,  “Put me in a picture, I wanna know the real you/ Can I get your finsta,” Joeyy raps. Ultimately the track is a surface-level romance but joeyy’s silky voice and nostalgic melodies propel the listener to bask in the excitement that comes with peeling back the layers of a new partner, no matter how serious the situation may be. 

Similarly, the accompanying single “bia” is a bouncy dedication to a favorite lover. Named after the “Whole Lotta Money” rapper, the single features joeyy flatteringly rapping about his favorite lady and her best qualities. He utilizes synth-driven horns, bumping percussions synonymous with Jersey Club, and softer, fluttering harp chords which express the fondness he has for his crush.

“finsta/bia” are Wolfacejoeyy’s latest singles following the release of his debut album Valentino. The album is home to the buzzing single "cake," which went viral on TikTok, along with acclaimed singles like the heartfelt "don't be dishonest," and "I Know," produced by WhereIs22. "cake" has quickly become a fan-favorite, generating over 160K combined views across social platforms before its official release, earning co-signs from stars like Sexyy Red, Rubi Rose, Veeze, and Kaliii on social media. The song has inspired more than 52.9k video creations on TikTok. The flirty music video for "cake" recently surpassed 4.8 million views on YouTube, becoming joeyy's most-viewed video to date. Featuring additional production from Synthetic and many others, Valentino is available now on all platforms.

With a new project under his belt, joeyy is aiming to improve upon his breakout 2023, in which he partnered with Whereis22, on the acclaimed EP 22Joeyy. The album featured the single “weekend” ft. Cash Cobain & Chow Lee, acclaimed by Pitchfork, and additional guest spots from SoFaygo and B-Lovee. Joeyy discussed the project in an interview with BET, and a profile in HYPEBEAST that came out earlier this year, and his fiery 2023 inspired Complex to place him on their list of Rappers to Watch in 2024. After the success of 22Joeyy, joeyy kept the train rolling, opening for Eem Triplin on tour, throwing a headlining show earlier this year at Baby’s All Right in Brooklyn, and delivering a standout performance at Rolling Loud California 2024. With over 1 million streams per week on his catalog and recently being revealed as an opener for 4batz’s upcoming “Thank You, Jada Tour,” joeyy rolls into Spring 2024 with a head of steam.

[acqui3scence]

Where do i put the dreams away?

In a world where realism often dulls the sharp edges of ardor, I become a vagabond of whimsy. I dive into the abyss of daydreams, of fantasies laced with the elusive musk of idealism. It's easier, far more tender, to find solace in the arms of whimsical tales than to brave the cold, hard slaps of modernity’s version of love. Picture this - a drive under the placid veil of dusk, everything’s calm, everything’s certain, until suddenly, the brakes screech. That sudden jolt, it's harsh, it's dry, it’s a gasp lodged in the throat of the moment. It’s a shiver racing down the spine of reality, leaving you stirred, startled yet oddly exhilarated. For a fleeting second, the thrill of the unknown brushes against your soul, teasing the finality that lurks in the shadows. But then, the mundane resumes, the heartbeats lower and the world around goes back to its bland routine as though nothing ever stirred the still air. Yet, for a rebel heart in a world of unyielding conformity, the memory of that jolt lingers, haunts, and ignites the spark of unrest.

In a city where romance breathes through the whispering leaves of autumn, the soft caress of spring, the melancholy drizzle of winter, and the hopeful rays of summer, memories become a refuge, a sweet escape. Paris, with its ever-changing yet ever-romantic guise, beckons one to dance to the rhythm of nostalgia, to bend reality to the whims of the heart, to warp memories into sweet serenades. When I first stepped onto the cobblestone lanes, love, to me, was a hero waiting to be discovered in the folds of destiny. It was not chained to conventions, oh no, it was wild, it was free, it was flesh longing for flesh. However, the harsh light of reality soon dimmed the rosy hue of fantasies, leaving me in a solitude only broken by the sweet lull of imagination. Daydreams became a cozy cloak, reminiscent of the warm, comforting embrace of a mother's love, a soft place to land amidst the chaos that reality often brews.

Why then, does the heart seek the sweet chaos of fantasies? Perhaps because, despite the world mocking the feminine tendency towards ‘delirium’, it remains the faithful companion in a reality that often wears a mask of ruthlessness. This delirium is the unsung hero of our tale, a companion on a journey that often seems like a battle against the stark, cold realm of practicality. It springs from the fact that the feminine spirit, not confined by gender but by essence, thrives on creation, on giving, on nurturing. Our suffering stems from the ceaseless tug of war between the innate need to live, to discover, and to find against a world that often turns a blind eye to such tender quests.

We yearn to paint the sky with the hues of our emotions, to sculpt our desires into tangible dreams, to pen down the whispers of our heart, to laugh amidst the whirlpool of life’s absurdities. Yet, the cold logic of masculinity often fails to comprehend the symphony of emotions that play within the feminine heart. We, too, are beings of desire, of faults, of earthly and carnal yearnings, yet within this realm lies a complexity, a depth that often goes unnoticed, misunderstood. Our suffering either becomes a flaw to be fixed or a spectacle to be gawked at, never just a simple reality to be understood. Hence, we seek solace in the exclusive realm of ‘delirium’, a realm understood only by those who have felt the sweet sting of being a dreamer in a realistic world.

But here’s where the tale takes a rebellious twist. Our so-called ‘delirium’ is often the reality painted in a myriad of shades, a reality where barriers dissolve and insights are born not just of logic but of tender, raw emotion. Yet, this reality has been shackled, labelled as delusional by a world that favors cold, hard facts over the tender, nurturing touch of understanding. In the modern dance of love, where emotions are often traded for casual flings, where the gentle touch of vulnerability is replaced by the cold mask of detachment, we’re coerced into adopting a stark, unfeeling demeanor. The mantra is simple—casual is casual, and any deviation from this narrow path is dubbed delusional. God forbid if you dare to reminisce the touch, the shared laughter, the silent exchange of vulnerabilities as fingers traced paths of unspoken words on bare skin.

There is a dismissal of the tender, the intimate, championing a detachment that leaves hearts yearning for more. In a realm where physical intimacy is often shorn of emotional vulnerability, where hearts are guarded with stoic masks, the essence of love is lost. Love, a force that thrives on understanding, on giving, on sharing, finds itself at odds with in a place that celebrates detachment, that scoffs at the tender tendrils of affection. The feminine essence, with its nurturing touch, finds itself in a silent protest against a normality that often forgets the simple, tender touch of caring, of understanding, of dreaming without restraints.

[kpbattle]

weep

Why weep?

Why gnash your teeth and cry out

Or sing and clap

And walk and walk again?

It is all too much

Stacked up and wrong headed

And the children live with the lotus eaters

And dream their heroics

And the fantasy of purpose and fulfillment

Are buried under Gucci and Cartier

And some idealized barbie doll of shopped perfection.

And the emptiness of that dream is solaced

With drugs taken by alarms on watches that allow us to say nothing

To no one with emojis,

That are indecipherable.

Would that tears restore the soil

And magic words regrow forests

And feet

turn up soil compressed by giant backhoes.

Why weep?

There is no way to turn back from the path

We have chosen.

We are individuals woven into a fabric

Of wire and mesh.

Our small variations cannot unweave the fabric

And the knowledge lies on the table

And cannot be disregarded.

When we learned of steam locomotion

How far behind could atom bombs be.

If profit is paramount,

Can you walk away from gold

Left in the open to be taken

To be chopped down and burned

To be replanted for ethanol

For fast cars and faster women.

Why weep?

The universe is vast and will outlast us all

Flinging itself out into its own destruction.

Are we so different?

Is the force that creates

Indifferent to our small losses

Of a parent, or a child

Or a planet?

What would we find if we knew where to look

Inside a ball of tears

Or the center of a raincloud.

Would it bring us comfort as we spin and hurtle

Around our small sun

Falling and catching ourselves and falling

Again on the other side

Upside down and still spinning?

I will still weep

Over the caterpillar in the warbler’s mouth

Over the last bloom on the fragrant Aster

Over the missing bird that did not return

South in the spring

Over creek washed out and poisoned

By too much asphalt.

I will weep for you my love

Knowing my hands cannot pull the weeds from your lungs

Or heal the soil under your toes.

I will weep and embrace the changes

And no longer call the one unnatural,

And still

the beauty will burn my eyes

Stunned by light and creation, color and diversity.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Yellow"

Milo Murphy's Law gifset for @monthly-challenge day 19!

[yoongsisbae]

Spring Fling

BTS FANTASY AUs Masterlist [ONE SHOTS]

Stories that Bloom; of love, of pain, of fight

The Woman with the Black Cat on Her Shoulder | MYG

Fearful, they buried them, stomped them into the dirt. Underneath their boot, scared men were unaware the seeds of hope had planted by their own volition. From the dirt and grime, grew flowers, blooms so tall, eclipsing their hatred. You were strong and unwilling to be cut down any more. Shapeshiftercat!yoongi x reader. Read Here

You Asked for Help, He Asked Your Name | PJM

You ran away from your responsibilities, but they caught you and tried to lay claim to your body. If your life was never going to be yours anyways, you decided might as well give it away and make a deal. fairyprince!Jimin x reader. Read Here

Spring Day Still with You | JJK

You ran away from the cold, Jungkook ran with you, warming each other’s hearts. But within the cycle of life, there is death, and as spring blooms, the blood still lays soaked in the dirt. You ran and they chased. Sequel to Not a Creature was Stirring. Hybrid!Jungkook x reader. Read Here

Day Dream | JHS

The days are hotter, the nights are hotter too. You sleep, restless. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker and things somehow become even steamier. Sandman!Hoseok x reader. Read Here

The Flower Bridge | KSJ

You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping air and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you. Ghost!Seokjin x reader. Read Here

Blooming Flowers | KTH

His moment of weakness had been you. Weakness was it? It wasn’t love? No, not love, not happiness, a mistake, a regret! For you, it was your last unraveled string, a creation of idolization that grew into a flower as beautiful as him. You had fallen ill to him, in the worst possible way. idol!Taehyung x hanahaki!reader. Blooming...20%

Moonchild & Springchild | KNJ

“Go back,” he said, “It’s not safe here, not for a human.” You can hear the men of your village, their angry jeers, the crackle of fire in their hands, yelling yet too afraid to step across the boundary. “It’s not safe for me, anywhere,” you say, “I’m a woman.” Faery!Namjoon x reader. Blooming...

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[megan0013]

For the fic premise thing:

When the Lake house becomes uninhabitable, Walter offers to put Barbara and Jim up until repairs are complete. His mom accepts, and Jim's not sure what's worse: being forced to play happy families with a person he now knows to be an enemy, or how quickly it stops feeling like play and starts feeling real.

ok, this? this is right up my alley and now i kinda wanna write it

a few key takeaways:

the whole stupid situation is draal’s fault. he’s the one who dug a tunnel into the basement which, in turn, led to the termite infestation that led to the rapid deterioration of the house’s floor joists and support beams that led to the structural engineer barbara hired declaring jim’s childhood home a literal death trap that led to them moving in with ‘the enemy’ for a week

strickler’s recently renovated loft is located in the historical section of downtown arcadia oaks. it has two bedrooms and one bathroom, and jim is absolutely horrified when his mom turns down his offer to take the couch

“no way. you’re a growing boy and it’s imperative you get a good night’s sleep in an actual bed,” she says as she tousles his hair affectionately. “besides, walt and i don’t mind sharing. do we?”

the changeling smirks. “not even a little.”

jim falls in love with strickler’s vintage coffee press on day one

he does not, however, fall in love with the fact that his mom already had a dresser drawer dedicated to her things prior to this whole snafu. the toothbrush thing isn’t cool, either

“listen, mom. i don’t know how to tell you this, but there were two toothbrushes in the bathroom when we got here this morning.”

barbara sighs. “yes, honey. the red one is mine.”

turns out, strickler is reallyfreaking good at cooking and jim reallyfreaking enjoys learning new techniques from him

“this is so cool!” jim gasps, grinning down at their latest creation. “who taught you how to do that?”

“my grandmother used to - sorry.” strickler’s brow furrows. “my familiar’s grandmother used to let me help her around the kitchen. she was brilliant, you know. and always so patient with me...”

the whole robe switch is annoying, though

“that’s my mom’s.”

“yep.”

“you’re not wearing pajamas under it, are you?”

“nope.”

so is fighting over who gets to use the bathroom first in the morning. someone spends way too much time on his hair. and it’s not the teenager

but jim doesn’t totally hate it when he catches the adults cuddling together on the couch, or gazing adoringly at each other from across a room, or slow-dancing to frank sinatra in the kitchen at 10 o’clock. it’s kinda nice. weird, but nice

there’s also a mini goblin invasion, a visit from notenrique, and a spring fling theme brainstorming session

oh! and jim’s bike gets murdered somehow, resulting in him having to bum rides to school

“uh, jimbo? what the heck was that?”

jim shrugs. “what? he offered to drive. you know my bike’s out of commission.”

“yeah. uh huh. i do,” toby says in a tone that’s a tad bit too panicked for eight in the morning. “but did you have to hug him?”

[rexobiweek]

2023 RexObi Fest Prompt Subs Open!!

It's that time of year, where spring is in full bloom and we begin to yearn for the freedom of a fresh summer while feeling nostalgic for summers past. Whether we're eager for the possibility of a steamy summer fling or nostalgic for the innocence of chasing fireflies in the dark through an empty field, summer invokes all sorts of feelings. This year, we're hoping to inspire fan creators to create romantic or nostalgic (or both!) creations for RexObi for all seasons!

You do not have to submit summer-only prompts for romance and nostalgia -- go wild on the prompts, guys!

Prompt submission runs from April 30 through May 13

Prompt voting will begin on May 14

You can submit the form as many times as you want!

You can submit multiple prompts per submission

Prompt Submission Form!

[saturatedboy]

How about a fluff Donna oneshot with a gn!reader who’s sicker than a dog

If you’re ok with that ofc

Donna Beneviento x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sickness and throwing up

Words: 2.6k

You couldn't believe it. You're mind just couldn't process it. Your nose was stuffy with slight snot dripping from it and your eyes were swollen red from earlier crying. Somehow you had gotten yourself so sick to the point it hurt to even talk as your throat was dryer than the Sahara Desert. You had tried earlier to get up from your bed with little effort because of the quick wash of nausea had influenced all your senses to stop. You could feel your stomach turning every now again and decided that it was probably better to lay down in your bed then go rushing to the bathroom in hopes the cartwheels that passed through your digestive system would soon come to a halt.

A sudden cough popped out of your dry mouth as you raised your hand to cover your mouth, the heat of your skin feeling far more hot and sticky than when you were at the Lord's Heisenberg's factory to gather some materials for your lover, Donna Beneviento. After your coughing fit, you had closed your eyes in hopes of rest, but the sudden noise of the door creaking open had made you whine out. "Still in bed?" The voice had teased followed by a chant of laughter. Without moving, you groaned and sighed at the doll who had now floated into your confined room and made her way to hover over your laying down form.

"Angie...please." You croaked out, waving a hand in a 'dismissive' tone for the doll to go away. Once again, the doll had strummed up more laughter from her unknown vocal cords at your terrible state.

"You should hear yourself, it sounds like you're stuffed with saw dust haha!" Angie crackled away, floating down to sit on the other pillow that was at the side of you as she still stared down at your figure. Trying to not laugh at her remark, you had hauled yourself up to cough up a storm into your arm, tears springing to your eyes from the piecing strike of pain that stuck your head. The laughter from the doll came to a stop, now a worried Angie was staring at you.

"I-I'll go get Donna!" She stammered, backing away from you and flying as swift as she could to go find her owner who was most likely brewing tea like she did in the early morning hours. You wanted to call out to her, tell that you didn't need Donna but the warm feeling of something bubbling up in your stomach came back.

Flinging the covers off your body, you had scurried to find the closest bathroom to your room that happened to be next to Donna's anyway. As you were running through the hallways, you had rounded the corner and almost bumped into the jogging figure of Donna. Seeing your face flushed red and the hurried speed of your run, Donna was quick to turn and follow your trail to the bathroom where she was met with your kneeling body leaning over the toilet seat hurling your stomach contents out. She was quick however to attend to your side after rolling her long sleeves up past her elbows. Her hair was already tied back in her usual bun with two strands falling in front of her uncovered face after four months of getting to know you better.

With your vision slightly blurred from your sweaty tears, you leaned back up and tried to grab the toilet paper from beside you to wipe your mouth with, only for the soft clasp of Donna's hand around your wrist to stop you from proceeding. "Don't wipe your mouth with that, I'll go fetch a cloth for you my love." She spoke softly being aware that your senses were higher then usual because of your sickness. You pulled your hand gently out of her grasp to clutch hold of the seat once again as you spilled more sick from your mouth.

"This couldn't get any worse," You said out-loud as you pulled yourself back away from your now mess and leaned against the wall, pulling your legs up to your chest. "Why is it so cold in here?"

"Cold? COLD? Are you mad meat on feet?" Angie screamed out, going crazy over the fact you claimed to be cold when your skin was a tinted red from the world's hottest coal. You pushed your head between your knees, trying to drown out the loud squeals of Angie going off on a rant about you being cold. It was not pleasant to hear as much as you loved to here Angie talk.

Luckily for yourself however, Donna had rushed back into the room holding a bucket by its handle. Seeing you curled up and Angie speaking in a head-splitting tone, she turned to her partner in crime and gently hushed her. Angie at first had crossed her arms till she watched as Donna went to attend your needs. "Ohhhh right, they are sick." She stated plainly as she shrugged her shoulders and went to also aid your needs.

Donna gently took hold of the side of your head and gently pulled you up to face her. Tiny stands of your hair had stuck to your forehead, making her frown slightly. Seeing you in this state wasn't good. How she ever let you get so sick in the first place was a mystery to her. You had been perfectly fine the other day, playing in the snow with Angie and the other puppets but why had you gotten so sick...- "I told you to not go back out there in the storm." Donna disciplined you as she laid your head back to rest against the wall and went to grab the cloth in the bucket. You sighed and nodded weakly, humming in agreement. You couldn't help it though, last night the snow was so fun to play in with your snow boots and cloak made by yours truly, Donna and Angie. You had to go out though last night in the storm, You just had to go make more snow angels and wanted to build the best snow fort. Not to mention you swore you saw a deer running about and had gone to chase it in the forest for a little while before making your way back home in the late hours.

Rinsing the excess water out from the cloth, Donna gently pattered your forehead with the cold water making you sigh in pleasure. The coldness of the cloth against your hot skin had calmed the banging headache that was bashing against your brain. You closed your eyes in content as you felt a small hand brush against yours. "I apologise for shouting earlier," The sudden contact made you unknowingly brush your larger fingers against the doll's hand.

"Its alright, its okay." You spoke out feeling a little more better with some cold on you. Donna had left the cloth sit on your forehead folded as she moved the bucket to the shower and went to flush the toilet. After you had laid there for just a short while, Donna had spoken up again.

"It's time we get you back to bed my little voodoo," She said, clasping her hands in front of her as she picked Angie off the floor next to you. You groaned and lifted your hand back up, wanting to clutch onto Angie. Angie jumped out of Donna's arms and rushed to your side, holding onto your hand and stroking the back of it with her small structured fingers. Donna cooed at the sight, loving the way how Angie acted with you. It did take a while for Donna to convince Angie in the first place to not play her deadly game of 'Hide and Seek' with you but just like Donna did, Angie soon fell in love with everything about you. From your sneezes that you hated to your slightly taller height than Donna- what wasn't there to love about you?

Noticing she was getting of task, as much as she loved seeing you and Angie bond, Donna crouched down to gently, with a tiny bit of a struggle, lift your body off the bathroom floor and hold you in her arms. You were slightly heavy in her arms since Donna always had a frail body but she was persistent to get you back into the bed so she could care for you till and after your sickness left. She was determined to get you back up to full health.

As she walked down the corridors with you in her arms, Angie had placed herself to rest on your chest hearing your heartbeat pump blood around your body. The doll was on the verge of falling asleep, finding safety and comfort being near you. Dona had started to hum a song to fill the silence of the air, enjoying the task of getting to look after you. You normally had always helped her, ever since the first day she had gotten the choice to keep you from Mother Miranda. Now she could finally repay those days back and look after you- she would've either way looked after you but she tended to forget that you knew she loved you. It was a reason why she mostly made you small teddies on a Friday to give to you. Each of them had a name tag that was tied around their necks always held a note from either saying ,'I love you' to 'Forever my voodoo'. It was a sweet gesture to your heart and to show your appreciation for the gifts, you had placed them all on the shelves that were set up around your room.

Donna was relieved to see the sight of your door in sight, she could finally place you down and be at your side until your sickness goes away. Walking through the opened door, she slightly gushed at the sight of her creations up on your shelves. She pulled you closer to her chest as she slowly walked around your bed and leaned down to place up upon the cotton sheets. Pulling her arms out from under your body, she quickly walked towards your wardrobe and swung the door open to take out a folded white sheet of silk to place over your now sleeping body. When she walked back over to you, she unfolded the sheet and placed it over you, tucking the sides under and folding the top of it so it sat just over your chest. Readjusting the also sleeping Angie in your arms, Donna had leaned down and placed a kiss on both of your foreheads, moving more stray hair from your face. She was glad your skin was less hot, it seemed you throwing up had gotten rid of the bad things in your stomach and should make you better for when you wake up. However for now, Donna swiftly left the room to go search for some medicine, hot tea and easy to swallow food for your awakening. She would stick to her word of making you feel better.

You came to your conscience when you felt a hand shake your shoulder. Moaning in annoyance, you opened your heavy eye lids and faced the culprit of waking you from your amazing dream of Donna, Angie an you sitting in a field having a picnic. On other terms however, when your vision was less translucent,  you were blushing like you had spotted your crush- or in other words you did spot your lover. "Having a good dream?" She asked, holding a cup with something steaming out from it. You were loss for words, had you been sleep talking the whole time?

"No...no dreams just darkness." You were fast to reply, wanting to get out of the embarrassing situation quickly.

"Surrreee~" Angie sang out, teasing you as she was once again on the pillow at the side of you. You felt her shift about and felt her climb over you, only for her to nestle herself between your arms that folded under your head. You groaned playfully and kissed her head, laughing as she ducked further under the sheet that was placed over you.

"Now now Angie, I'm sure they need to have something to drink before anyone else sleeps." Donna placed the cup down on the night stand that you were facing and helped you sit up so your back was resting against the headboard of your bed and Angie was sat on your lap, singing softly to herself. Donna, once placing her had upon your forehead and checking to see how hot you were, took her hand away and grabbed hold of the cup that she originally had. Blowing on it herself, she took a little sip to make sure that the solution wasn't too hot or too cold for you to drink and then raised the cup to your lips. You tried to take the cup out of her hands but she wasn't having it. "Let me help you, please." She pleaded, raising the cup back again to rest against your lips. You nodded, knowing full well that you couldn't say no to her and parted your lips open. Feeling her pour the solution down your throat had made you blush deeply. Oh how beautiful she was in your eyes, such a Goddess- she was no Lady only a Goddess in your eyes...But she could be your Lady if she would say 'yes' to a future question you had intended to ask her in the further future.

Drinking what you could taste, which was Earl Grey tea, you sighed as you finished drinking it feeling the warmth in your now settled stomach. You felt grateful to have these people and doll in your life. These two were your home, this was your home and you loved every second of it. Watching Donna place the cup back onto the nightstand, she leaned over and kissed your cheek. You whined in annoyance. "I'm not kissing you on the lips until you are fully better," She accused as she smiled softly at your reactions.

"Then at least stay right next to me until I'm better," You claimed back, adjusting the veil on top of Angie's head getting a sudden yelp from her by your sudden actions. Sighing, Donna had nodded and tried to make her way towards a small rocking chair in the corner of the room that sat by the windowsill but was refused by your hand wrapping around her dress quickly. "Stay right next to me...on the bed." You stated, tugging at her dress with a pout. Nodding, Donna had crawled from the your side of the bed to the other, laying down next to you. You picked Angie's sleeping body up and placed her between bot you and Donna. Stretching your arm out after, you managed to reach over to wrap your arm around Donna who watched you with shining eyes.

"You still need to eat," She whispered, using her hand to place your out stretched hand onto her face so she could feel your soft touch.

"I will after our nap. I think your touch is making me feel better." You spoke, stroking her cheek and blowing a kiss at her to get the best reaction of her closing her eyes tightly and blushing. "So adorable," You whispered back to her, enjoying the moment you had with her.

"Sleep," She said back, keeping her eyes closed and keeping a tight grip of your hand on her cheek, not wanting to ever let go. You nodded and moved yourself slightly to get more comfortable. Although your sickness still lingered, you knew you were in good hands and vowed to never ever go out in a snow storm even if you thought you spotted a deer.

"Both of you sleep," Angie groaned as she yawed loudly and moved her hands to grab hold of both yours and Donna's clothing. Both you and Donna laughed in return- laughter was the best medicine after all.