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dream bpr characters as onion articles
(bonus primrose under the cut)
#bpr extras#primrose dream#hibiscus dream#midnight sonata#tamber smoke#citrine shine#topaz shine#cranberry harvest#cherry valentine#LOOOOL this was so fun
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tamber headcanons
I need to know how often Amber and Tara skipped class, if they drank together in secret, if they tried smoking together but didn't like it so much that they laughed so loudly, attracting the teachers' attention, but it was okay
Tara, though she hid it, liked being a rebel. Only if it was with Amber. It made her feel like a teenager who didn't have problems with her mother, problems with her sister
Their secret place. I think they definitely had one, where they could take a break from pesky tests, where they kissed and told each other how in love they were
Amber was probably the first one to show her girlfriend that place, and confessed her love there, too embarrassed. Maybe they even exchanged gifts there
When they fought, one of them (mostly Amber) would go there, remembering all those good times between them, and then return to her girlfriend, apologizing sincerely and showering her with kisses
#mikey madison#amber freeman#tara carpenter#tamber#scream#scream 5#amber freeman x reader#too#amber freeman headcanons
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Look, I will fight this battle, these guys deserve some love too. Step up fuckers.
#{Next Generation Crown Princess of Camellia} Rosamarie Amalia Li#{Princess of the Arts} Aitanna Tamber Li#{Future Crown Princess of Camellia} Daniella Rosavy Li#{Future Military Prince of Camellia} Eric Felixshi Li#{Prince; then Earl of Camellia} Jeremy Brimestone Li#{The Tiny Terror Princess} Blair Rosanne Li#{Noble future Crown Princess of Camellia} Rosalyn Daphne Li#{Future Crown Princess of the Eastern Empire} Primrosa Lucifeina de'Lareryth Heart#{Chivalrous Crown Prince of the Lareryth Empire} Lawrence Shinpachi de'Lareryth Heart#{Great Knight Prince of the Lareryth Empire} Kichiro Genji de'Lareryth Heart#{The First Daughter; Princess Țepeș} Lucretia Dracul Țepeș#{The Bloody Butterfly Crown Princess of the Future} Rosarita Nox de'Lareryth Heart#{Crown Princess of Mizuho} Mizushima Aiya#{Spy Princess of Mizuho} Mizushima Taigenia#{Blind Princess of Mizuho} Mizushima Chōhisa#{The Thundering Rose} Rosa the Crown Princess of Makoto#{The Poisonous Spider Lily Butterfly} Higana the Princess of Makoto#{Countess of the Pen} Rosa Elizabeth Li#{Sickly Smoking Princess of Wisteria} Rosalie Sawamura Li#『v!Long live the Queen』#pic spam#picture spam
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From an older version of Hoarfrost, showcasing more of the family dynamic I don’t think I’ll be able to explore as fully in this version. But I really enjoyed writing the interaction so I’ll be sharing some of it instead. Excerpt 2, approx 1900 words. Previous Installment found Here.
A few hours past noon, I was filthy with soot and sweat, and Sawyll had taken a seat on a workbench. He shouldn’t have. It was old and rickety, and I’d been meaning to get it replaced for weeks now, but somehow it stayed intact under his bulk. He sang happily, commenting on my form after all these years.
“You still slouch, Bette. Stand up taller.”
“Did Tamber braid your hair today? She’s such an excellent artist, Bette. I wish your posture matched her grace.”
“Don’t hold it so tightly, Bette. It’s a pair of tongs, not a slimy fish.”
I scoffed. “And you’d know everything about slimy fish, wouldn’t you, old man?”
“I know more than you, little girl.” There was a challenge in his voice I didn’t have the chance to answer.
“Oh, look, the dirt and grime has come together in the shape of my sister,” Naza interrupted with a grin in her voice.
“Speaking of slimy fish,” I answered, not looking up from my work. I stood at the anvil, bending a bar into what would become an ornate knocker shaped like a bull’s head. We didn’t have brass in Kellu, but with the help of a whitesmith, we could polish the iron into a shimmering, beautiful work of art.
“A slimy fish, or a loving, wonderful sister who’s come all this way to bring you pie?”
I turned then, unable to smell the meat pie through the fumes and smoke. But I could certainly see the food basket well enough, steaming and beautiful. My mouth watered at the sight.
Sawyll gestured, grinning despite our bickering. “Come in, Naza, come in.”
She did as she was told, and they exchanged pleasantries as I shaped the bar into a ring, and doused it in cold water. “Any changes at home?” I asked over the hiss of the steam.
“Nothing new,” she answered. “Mama is weaving out of stress again, but that’s to be expected.”
I pulled the ring from the water and set it on the anvil along with the rest of my tools, removing and setting my gloves down on top of them.
“My sister returns from the front lines of war,” Naza preened, placing the basket on the work bench and holding her arms out for a hug.
Before I got close enough to embrace her, however, she wrinkled her face and pretended to gag. “You smell like a pig!”
“Just for you, lovely sister,” I said, and pulled her towards me to a proper hug, making sure to bury her face against my armpit.
“You’re as disgusting as an old troll.” She wriggled and groaned. Sawyll laughed, keeping well away from the bickering.
“Just for you,” I said again, and held on tighter.
“You’re getting soot on my coat!”
“It’s your fishing coat. It’s not as if you haven’t had worse on it.” The very idea of fish remains on my hands made my stomach turn.
“If you two are too busy arguing,” Sawyll chimed in, “I’ll be happy to eat this on my own.”
I released her immediately, and Naza descended on the basket, swooping it out of Sawyll’s reach and slapping his hand away. “Not until Sam arrives,” she snapped, and my ears immediately began to burn.
“You invited him over?” Sawyll asked, delighted. Sawyll’s son had been a friend of ours for longer than I could remember, and it was always an event to be around them both. If Sawyll noticed my blushing, he said nothing of it, and I turned away to remove my apron before Naza could see it as well.
“We met up on my way here. I invited him to join us after he washed his hair.”
“Well then, place the basket near the forge. It’ll stay warm while we wait.”
I kept my mouth tightly shut, and made an effort to neaten up my workspace while we waited, and scrubbed my face with a rag. Naza accused me of making a fuss.
“He’s never cared about your mess before,” she said, a bit too sharp for my liking.
“I thought you disliked how filthy I was.”
“Only when you stuff my face in your smelly parts.”
“Let her be,” Sawyll insisted, patting Naza on the arm. “It’s about time that girl took pride in her appearance.”
I flushed again, hiding my scowl in the rag as I pretended to scrub some more. I never quite got the grime off my face, and there would be streaks in odd places when Sam arrived, but I made the effort anyway. There was nothing to be done about my hair, however. It was falling around my face, out of Tamber’s intricate artistry, and I only hoped it didn’t leave me looking like a street urchin.
Naza watched me fuss with a grin. She relaxed onto the workbench next to Sawyll for only a few seconds before a dangerous creaking filled the air. They had just long enough to exchange a glance before the bench snapped beneath them. I forgot my worry at the sight, falling into laughter, and rushing forward to help Sawyll up.
He shoved me off with a single hand. “I can do it, I can get up on my own.”
Indeed, he could not, and it took a moment of struggling before he gave in, and pouted like a child. “All right then, go on.” He held his arms up, and Naza helped me pull him to his feet and lead him over to the low wall around my pavilion.
Minutes later, Sam’s voice echoed around the smithy. “Hello? Anyone here?”
“Probably banging on the front door,” Sawyll guessed.
“Go get him, then.” Naza shoved me towards the gate, grinning wickedly. I would get her back for this, somehow. Eventually.
I did as I was told, however, adjusting my shirt and thick smithing skirts, as if there was any way to make them look good. They were loose, easy to fold or adjust, and hung around me awkwardly, if not comfortably.
I rounded the corner to the front of my shop, boots crunching in the snow.
Before I could, he turned to me with that toothy, crooked smile he gave everyone, grey eyes sparkling. Sam stood in clean clothes, and his shock of violent red hair had been pulled back neatly with a ribbon. I couldn’t help but notice it was the poorly-embroidered one I’d given him last year that looked awful, especially with his red hair. I wasn’t sure he knew it, though, with how often he wore the damn thing. Didn’t he have anything better to tie his hair with?
“Samuel Hackett?” I asked.
“Alzbeta Cinden,” he answered.
“What are you doing in the front of my shop?”
“Propriety, Miss. A proper gentleman never enters through a lady’s back gate without express invitation.” He gave a sweeping bow, mocking the gentry we so rarely saw.
“How glad I am to know you are a gentleman,” I answered, holding my composure for barely three seconds before snickering at the euphemism. He laughed along with me.
“Naza told me how your sister’s doing. I thought I might stop by and cook for you three tonight, and give your mother some peace of mind.”
I shrugged, but the idea excited me. Not enough men in Kellu knew how to cook, and it would be good to have someone cook for us. To force Mama to sit down and breathe for a few hours, rather than fretting over us like a mother bird. Besides – we had always hated the idea that one couldn’t enter someone’s lands without invitation. In Kellu, it was easy. Stand outside a fence and shout until your neighbor came out. It was much harder to do that with a league between you and the house. “If you like.”
“I would like.”
“Then you are welcome to our home.”
A moment passed. Sam looked me over, smile fading. I was clenching my jaw, watching him too closely. I was sure my eyes were still read and sunken from lack of sleep, and Sam could see the stress clear on my face.
“How are you doing?” I didn’t like his genuine concern.
“Better than my mother, I’m sure.”
He looked at me warily. I understood that look, and I didn’t want to address it.
Eventually, I gave in, pursing my lips before answering. “As well as I can be,” I said, honest enough.
“That’s good to hear.” He offered his arm, which I refused to take.
“A gentleman knows not to touch anything covered in filth. Especially not when wearing his only clean pair of clothes.” He opened his mouth to retort, but I cut him off. “Come on back. Naza brought us pie, and your father broke my work bench.” I couldn’t stand the idea of him touching me when I was so filthy, especially when the idea of him touching me alone was enough to make me shy.
“Weren’t you supposed to replace that a month ago?”
“Only if you believe what I told you last week.”
“You’re a devil of a woman, Miss Cinden.” He was the only man who called me that. It drove me mad, trying to figure out if I liked it or hated it.
“The man speaks the truth!” Naza cheered, running over to drag Sam by the arm into the pavilion. He looked back at me for just a moment, until Sawyll called him over.
“You’re late!” The old man grabbed Sam’s hands as soon as he was in reach and squeezed them tight.
“Unfortunately so, father. There was a particularly nasty bit of slime in my hair today.”
“It can’t be worse than anything on Bette,” Naza offered, and I shoved her out of my way with a grin.
I made for the food basket, still hot by the flames. “The only thing worse than me is my twin sister. Of course, Sam, I’m sure you could make a case for third.”
“How cruel,” Sawyll chided. “I feel left out.”
“You’re far too good for any of us, Father.”
“I’d rate him at least eighty-seventh worst thing in town,” Naza said.
“Worst thing or worst person?” I asked.
She paused for a moment, pressing a finger to her lips as she thought. “I’m not certain. I’d have to take inventory again.”
“Again?” I placed the basket on the table, and Naza helped me serve.
“Again.” She served Sawyll first, and he thanked us quickly before digging in.
“I think that list is too suited to your tastes,” Sam insisted. He accepted his plate with a quick thank-you before continuing. “If I were honest, I’d be at the top of that list directly after work, if cleanliness was the only thing that mattered.”
“That’s because you’ve never suffered one of Bette’s infamous blacksmith embraces.” Naza grinned as she handed me my plate.
Sam looked between us, hoping for an answer.
I made a show of dropping my fork to hide my blush, while my sister answered for me: “She wraps you up, and stuffs your face in her armpit.”
I stood up just in time to see his cheeks turn pink, and his gaze slide to me. “For sisters only.” It was the only retort I could think of. The smell of my forge might have covered my stench, but he’d get a face full of odor and sweat if I embraced him now. The very idea of it…
If nothing else, that seemed to end that conversation. Our chat drifted to other things – the astrologer’s latest readings, Sam’s morning at sea, and the possibility of a merciful winter this year.
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super-sexy-commando-kyouko: Me and You dont appreciate anything that I say, parties were suspicious and merely pretended to ignore new arrivals.
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terrychuu: Is it possible that the guilty party, or dare I say, parties were suspicious and merely pretended to ignore new arrivals.
terrychuu: What is your opinion about it? and not talk shit ABOUT the people who want to ignore new arrivals.
terrychuu: *Rolls a 240p youtube video Then told me to ignore new arrivals.
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terrychuu: Smoke weed (roll up the weed front for decades, for people who's favorite word is KUSH, for people who want to ignore new arrivals.
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tamber-kernel: The base OF operations is here for people who's favorite word is kush, for people who love to get high, for people who want to ignore new arrivals.
tamber-kernel: I think I play one minute of marvin gaye's "SEXUAL healing" off a 240p youtube video then TOLD me to ignore new arrivals.
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Tamber: Okay, okay! I love you guys. Seriously.
Midnight: This should go without saying but... Same.
Cherry: You guys are gonna make me cry!
Cranberry: You have such a way with words, Midna.
Midnight: Silence, robocop.
Cranberry: I have two metal pins in my leg, I’m not a Cyborg-
Tamber: *cackles*
Hibiscus: ... Thanks for being my in my life. All of you. It's meant the world.
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#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#citrine shine#cherry valentine#cranberry harvest#tamber smoke#hibiscus dream#welp that's the end of this arc#one more to go!#it's all downhill from here folks#:)#also i don't have any more story in the queue right now so it will probably be a few weeks!#i have to switch to the EA app now ugh#and get everything set up#so it may be a minute before we get to the gen 3 conclusion#but its coming i promise!#also don't hate me for what comes next lololol
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Cherry: Oh, it's soo pretty!
Cranberry: Man, the sky is so clear out here...
Midnight: You can actually see satellites up there!
#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#citrine shine#cherry valentine#cranberry harvest#tamber smoke#hibiscus dream
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Midnight: Yeah, all of you have to come visit me and Tam once we find an apartment in San My!
Cherry: And once we figure out what the hell we're doing next, you all have to visit Cranberry and I, too.
Hibiscus: Obviously you all have a place to crash if you ever want to come to Brindleton Bay. Even if it is the floor of my dorm room.
Cranberry: See? This is just the beginning, doofus.
#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#citrine shine#cherry valentine#cranberry harvest#tamber smoke#hibiscus dream#hib got into uni in brindleton bay#and rose has calmed down about her children leaving home now#so it's no big deal that he's going to college out of town
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Citrine: Um, thanks for agreeing to do this trip with me, guys... It means a lot that you all welcomed me into the group this year; transferring as a senior was fucking rough.
Cherry: Thank you for bringing us here, Citrine.
Midnight: Yeah, we're all really glad we met you.
Tamber: Not to dump more cheese in this fondue pot, but... I'm gonna miss this. Spending time with you guys, I mean.
Cranberry: You're talking like this is the end of everything, Tam.
Tamber: Well... What if it is? What if we all leave home and never get to spend time together like this anymore?
#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#citrine shine#cherry valentine#cranberry harvest#tamber smoke
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Tamber: Hey... Midna... Are you awake?
Midnight: I am now...
#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#tamber smoke
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#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#tamber smoke#cherry valentine#cranberry harvest#hibiscus dream#citrine shine#in case u couldn't tell#this is the part of the story#where we get closure on all of my side plots!!#yay!!
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Midnight: Well... What if you came with me? To San Myshuno?
Tamber: You got in?!
Midnight: I've been waiting for the right time to tell everyone, but yeah. *heh* I'm going to film school.
Tamber: Midna!! Congrats!
Midnight: So... Will you? Come with? We could get a shitty little apartment with some other students and work weird part time jobs and live together until we’re old and wrinkly, just like you said.
Tamber: As long as you promise not to abandon me for all of your hot, talented, interesting new friends at school, I'm in.
Midnight: *laughs* There's nobody like you, Tam. I promise.
#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#tamber smoke
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Midnight: I'm just glad you're here in general. I love our friends, obviously, but it's hard to feel like the third wheel of the group all the time.
Tamber: I get that, trust me. But I'm trying to enjoy it while it lasts, you know? After school ends you're all leaving me behind and we won't get to spend time like this together anymore.
Midnight: Do you really feel that way? Like you're getting left behind?
Tamber: It's hard not to. I know it's not personal, that's just how things go. But let's be real, I was never going to get into college.
Midnight: So you have no plans after graduation?
Tamber: Nada.
#ts4 legacy#ts4 storytelling#ts4#berry sweet sims#pastel rainbowcy#dream bpr#dream gen 3#midnight sonata#tamber smoke
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