#the Tears of Opa-Opa

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M2 Co. Ltd.'s Fantasy Zone II: The Tears of Opa-Opa (System 16) aka "Fantasy Zone II DX," extracted from Sega Ages 2500 Series Vol.33: Fantasy Zone Complete Collection (PS2) and running in Final Burn Neo

Session: https://youtu.be/Q1vHAwLwNfU

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Here are some Austrian specific quirks I think König would have <3

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(PSA; I'm German, but I figured I could put down the most general quirks that we have, which I think would also apply to Austrians :) )

♡ he HATES fans and air conditioning. Like I'm talking disdain from the deepest pits of hell kinda hate.

Ceiling fans and AC are not a thing here, and literally every German looks at it with a very disapproving look if there happens to be one somewhere.

König absolutely refuses to sleep with the fan or AC on, just open a window, Liebling!

He's so upset that he can't put the window "auf kipp" :( (pls Google it, it's so hard to explain lol) like he's crushed that he can't keep the windows "auf kipp" all day.

You have a ceiling fan? Nope, not anymore. That thing is getting taken down the minute you move in together. But if you insist on keeping it, he'll secretly cut the cable to the switch.

Everyone knows all they do is whirl around dust and make you sick! He's not having it.

König acts like artificial ventilation is his worst enemy (I agree with him) and he'd rather suffocate than turn on the goddamn AC.

♡ Sundays are strictly lazy/rest days. Nothing's open on Sundays here, so we're forced to relax and not run around like headless chickens trying to get things done.

He's absolutely baffled if you have plans to go somewhere on a Sunday. What do you mean you need to run errands? What do you mean you're going out? And if you want him to come along?? Yeah, no.

His brain stops working. After the many years he's been alive, not once has he gone somewhere on a Sunday that wasn't his Oma's house for Kaffee und Kuchen.

You're not going anywhere. Plans are canceled, and you better spend the day on the couch with him.

♡ König probably misses all the beautiful old architecture Vienna has to offer. You don't quite appreciate it as much when it's just there all the time, but now he wishes he could quietly people watch in the city center :(

In my mind he's a bit of a history nerd, so he probably frequented museums and castles, admiring the delicately sculpted ceilings and wondering how people lived back then.

He'd be most fascinated by the masonry work done on the outside of most buildings. I mean, that's stone, but it's so smooth and carefully crafted.

♡ there are some very weird sayings in German that you just can't translate because they don't make sense. König is sick of having to awkwardly try to explain what they mean after he's been caught muttering one under his breath, only to realize halfway through that he looks like a maniac.

German is a very literal language, and I think he misses speaking it. We have very specific words for some things and he probably struggles to talk in English sometimes purely because the words he wants to use just don't exist.

(I'm very upset they didn't give him an Austrian accent bc it's one of my favorites, but I can also confidently say that I think he wouldn't be taken seriously at all if he had one lmao)

♡ König goes on random ass walks sometimes. Where's he going? On a walk. No, like where is he going? HE'S GOING ON A WALK.

There's no destination, you just walk. No matter the weather. Ya walk until you feel like you've walked enough. (A very German experience and I hate it)

♡ dreams of his Oma's Kaiserschmarn (me too, König, me too.)

It's basically a giant pancake that you tear into little pieces (traditionally, it has raisins too, I think) and you eat with either cinnamon sugar or applesauce (or both) and you will drift up to heaven.

It's warm, it's fluffy, it's sweet;

It's perfect for a gloomy Friday afternoon spent with his Oma and Opa 🥺

(Can you tell that I'm projecting)

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"Auf kipp" is a very specific window position where only the bottom two hinges stay attached so you can tilt the window towards you and a little crack is open so you can always have fresh air!

"Oma und Opa" grandma and grandpa, which he loves so much, undoubtedly.

"Kaffe und Kuchen" basically tea time. You get together and eat cake and have coffee! Mostly on the weekends :)

"Kaiserschmarn" what dreams are made of.

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[deludedplatypus]

Hey y'all

My Opa died this morning. We knew it was coming. He was 95, and had had Alzheimer's for over a decade, he had no idea who most of us were anymore. We had said our goodbyes to him a long time ago. In my brain I know it's good that he's gone and that he's in a better place, and there's no sorrow or pain and every tear has been wiped from his eyes, I know this.

But my heart isn't quite ready to move on yet.

Please pray for me and my family, especially for my Oma—they'd been married for 65 years. I could really use His peace right now.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König's Favourite Place (Aside From Your Side)

König grew up in a small, rural Austrian village. It intersected with a large, rolling forest that spread for miles. As a little boy, he'd spend his time walking along trails, following his Mama and Papa and his three older siblings through the woods. Later, when he was a teen and he couldn't stand the world, he went hiking on his own.

He found solace in the pines. The great oaks were family to him. Moss and ferns became his pillows when he rested. He would find delicate wildflowers and take pictures with his Papa's old camera and develop them at a local shop, then proudly show his siblings. His favourite spots were the places where the forest gave way to a clearing, and he could look up and see the clouds gently wafting by in the sky. Nature is what keeps him human.

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In the forest, you can expect what threats you'll come across. He'll never forget the day he encountered a mother bear and her cub. He won't lie to you, he pissed himself a little bit, but he thanks the heavens he's alive today. But, if you keep your distance and watch, nature is welcoming. It's beautiful, and it won't hurt you the way humans do. It will test you, it will change you and it will tear you apart, but it will put you back together again afterwards. Nature is a beautiful beast to be respected. König will always firmly believe that animals are better than humans.

With his older brother Friedriech, they'd go hunting with their uncle and Opa. They taught him to hunt carefully, treat the woods with respect. Every animal you catch is a gift from nature to be revered. They were careful to try to not kill mothers or babies, as they were the future of the forest. When they did get a good catch, he learned to use every part of the animals he caught.

Being so in tune with nature, König became a natural survivalist. He's made his own shelters out of nothing but scraps before. He can build a nice hut with sticks, grass and leaves. He can survive out there easily, even in the cold. It's harder in the cold, yes, but he can endure it. His affinity for nature and survivalist training is part of what made König a natural Jagkommando. Others in the program learned to get close to him, and it's through this that König made his very first friends. If you treat nature well, it will reward you handsomely.

Nature is home for König in a way that no human settlement can replicate. There is no greater comfort than the songs of chaffinches and wood pigeons. He'll tell you that wood pigeons sound like they're always complaining. My toe hurts, Betty. My toe hurts, Betty! That's what he'll tell you they sound like if you ever ask him what bird is calling. Heck, he can list off all the most common birds around his little village. He'll tell you how he would raise abandoned nestlings with his Mama in shoe boxes before letting them go back to the wild.

If you let him, he'll turn over stones (only briefly) to show you the world underneath the forest floor. Under the leaves and brushes, there is an entire ecosystem in the soil. Just take a look! There's an alpine salamander. Don't touch it, just leave it be. The oils on your hand will clog the airways on his skin. And do you see the little isopods? Look at how silly they are as they scurry away! Best put this rock back and let these under dwellers return to the dark.

When he goes travelling with his company, he'll grab local guide books for birds and animals. He'll tell you he needs to know how to survive if he gets stranded out here, but really, he just likes learning about all the wildlife.

His favourite vacation destination is to just go camping. He already has all the gear, so you might as well tag along. Two heads are better than one, after all. You'll come with him, won't you? It won't be easy, but you'll see a new side to him.

He'll teach you, of course. However, he won't teach you like you're a new recruit or some battle-hardened soldier, he'll teach you like he was taught, back when he was a boy. He'll praise you with laughter and shower you with adoration when you succeed in starting a fire, he'll gently encourage you when you fail to gather enough sticks for a shelter. König will be there for you every step of the way, guiding you with love and affection laced in every word and action he makes. But, on the off-chance you're better than him, he'll love you for it.

If you need a break, he'll happily take over. Please don't feel upset when he can do things better than you can ever hope to, he was raised this way. He won't ever look down on you. Instead, he'll take the time to encourage you. If he needs a break too, he'll happily join you, but not before taking a shower in his rudimentary shower system. Being clean is extremely important in survival situations, actually, little known fact.

You might find you like camping with him. If you don't, he'll be sad, but he won't force you to join him. But please, you have to understand that he needs this to be himself. He needs to be out in nature. He'll go alone if he has to, but please don't take this away from him. He needs this to be there for you. He needs this to work. Without nature, König is a broken man.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Goodbyes Turn To Forgiveness ~ Leon

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: Angst to comfort, happy ending

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You and Leon have been dating for a year now. It was your birthday today and you would not have gotten this far without your mother gifting you Hattrem now Hatterene. Leon had mentioned taking you out to a fancy dinner in Wyndon. You hoped he would remember because he forgets things a lot. While you wouldn't fault him for that, he's never forgotten important dates.

You had arrived in Wyndon with your Hatterene and got a hotel room for the weekend. You walked around Wyndon for a while until it was three hours before your dinner. You wore Leon's favorite red fancy outfit with Hatterene's pokeball attached to your hip.

You were actually about 10 minutes late but the restaurant still had the reservation. You saw two bottles of white wine on the table but Leon was also not there. Now you were used to Leon not showing up so you decided to wait and pop the wine open.

The waiters and waitresses continued to check on you while you waited for Leon. You were suppose to meet up at 7 PM but it was going on 11 PM and the restaurant needed to close. They gave you a complimentary plate of food with the wine after you paid for sitting there for four hours.

It hurt. It hurt extremely bad. You would have thought Leon was better than this. So you went back to your hotel room and tried to call Leon. He didn't pick up so you left a message and decided to go to your hometown Ballonlea in the morning.

Leon was busy training with Raihan and hanging out with him to hear his Rotom phone go off. It wasn't till Leon and Raihan woke up the next day that Raihan asked about you.

"How's your darling Y/n? I bet she's keeping you strong. You still pack a punch in battles." Raihan teased as Leon froze. "Leon, what's wrong?"

"Yesterday was her birthday! I promised not to forget important dates!" Leon exclaimed.

"Try calling her?" Raihan suggested as Leon grabbed his phone and saw a voicemail.

"She called last night." Leon said before clicking the voicemail.

Leon, I can't do this anymore. I understand you are the champion of Galar and you are busy. But you don't leave your girlfriend at a fancy restaurant for four hours and the wait staff have to give you a complimentary meal to feel sorry for. It was my birthday Leon. I was hoping we could spend this but I guess not. I'm brea-breaking up with you. You deserve someone who is eas-easier to be around. Bye.

Leon dropped the phone hearing your calm voice say these words until your voice began to break at the end. You were hurt by what he did and you thought he needed someone who is easier to be around. Leon's heart was torn apart thinking about you in a hotel room and crying your eyes out. He hurt you.

"Leon?" Raihan asked as Leon dropped to his knees.

"I hurt her Raihan. I hurt her." Leon said as Raihan sighed.

"Do you know where she went?" Raihan asked. "Maybe back home?"

"That's it! I'll go to Ballonlea and apologize!" Leon exclaimed before calling Charizard to fly to Ballonlea.

As Leon arrived at your house, your Hatterene attacked him and Charizard with a psychic and moonblast. He and Charizard ducked for cover until they saw Mrs. Opal come out.

"Mrs. Opal, is Y/n in?" Leon asked as Hatterene glared at Leon and went back in the house.

"She is but she is hurt my dear. She doesn't want to see anyone." Opal sighed. "What is the matter with her? She's always so kind and excited about fairy and psychic pokemon. Now she is gloomy and sad."

"I hurt her Mrs. Opal. I did a terrible thing of forgetting important dates and she does not want to date me anymore." Leon explained and a few tears cascaded down his face.

"Leon I know you know better. I hope you are here to help her." Opal said before swatting him with her purse. "That's for hurting dear Y/n."

Leon rubbed the arm where Opal swatted and sat down with Charizard outside your doorstep. He waited for a couple of hours to see if you would come down but you didn't. He knew he had to get your forgiveness but wasn't sure how to do it. It was going to be harder than a simple give a pokemon to you.

Raihan ended up pushing Leon for his plan. He wasn't too sure if Hatterene would attack him but he went out of his way to get you a shiny Slurpuff. Leon also set up an entire meal near the entrance of the Ballonlea gym. Leon also asked help from Opal to use fairy pokemon to make a romantic atmosphere with music.

You had been in bed for about a week and Opal asked for you to meet her and Bede at the gym with Hatterene. She wanted you to get out of the house. As you put on your normal outfit and freshened up, you and Hatterene made your way to the gym.

As you got in the vicinity of the gym, you smelled sweet baked goods, blooming flowers, and your favorite meal. You were quite surprised to see a dinner set outside the gym. But you noticed Leon and Opal walked out of the gym and Leon was warning his gym uniform.

"You made it dearest!" Opal said as Leon was shyly smiling at you. You began to turn back to your house when a Shiny Slurpuff stopped you.

"Please don't go Y/n." Leon said softly as you sighed.

"We're through Leon. Don't you understand?" You sighed as Hatterene slouched forward towards the Shiny Slurpuff.

"Allow me to apologize and you can decide from there if you do not want us to be together." Leon said as you still didn't turn around but also didn't move.

"Go on." You said as Leon walked forward. You could feel his presence near you and heard the gym doors open as if Opal left.

"Y/n, I made a promise when we got in a relationship to not forget the important dates. I promised to always be there and treat you well. I have failed at that. I know that I have hurt you. Not a single apology can mend the hurt but it will allow me to confess a few things. I love you too much to let you walk away from me without an explanation. I cannot function without you. And lastly, while I am a forgetful person who gets lost, I am not a man who will leave you alone again and make you feel less than you deserve." Leon said as you sniffled. "Y/n?"

"I'm sorry. You brought some emotions out of me." You sniffled as Leon touched your shoulders.

"I see that also your new Slurpuff is warming up well." Leon sighed.

"He's mine?!" You exclaimed.

"You mentioned on our first date that you always wanted a shiny Slurpuff so I got you one." Leon said as you felt your heartbeat faster. He remembered that.

"Leon, you do have a lot of making up to do but I'd love to move forward." You said as you turned to face his solemn face. You touched his cheek and kissed it.

"I would love to make it up to you starting with this dinner." Leon said as you took his hand and went to have dinner with him.

After that, Leon stayed in Ballonlea for a few days before asking you to come back with him to Wyndon so he could continue to treat you right while you were by his side.

[nurselynn]

A Fascinating Forest Friend :: Part One

Deep in the forest, in the middle of a dreary Cascadia autumn, an unlikely bond blossoms between the sun and the moon.

pairing :: tamarack baumann & pran taylor word count :: 2.6k notes :: very loosely inspired by canon, but does not contain spoilers or any actual events. ♡

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The first time Tamarack saw the boy, she had been crying.

It was a damp, dreary day at the beginning of autumn. The leaves were soft underfoot as Tamarack trudged through the forest, familiar to her now as well as her own backyard was. It was a comfort to her, to have all this space to herself, all this room to explore and wander and just be to herself. To just be.

She wasn't the crying type, usually. Of course, if Tamarack was feeling something, she wasn't one to suppress or hide it. But she usually didn't have anything that made her feel like crying, really. Honest.

Until her mother called.

It was the first phone call she had gotten since she had last seen her parents in the summer. That had been... what, three or four weeks ago now? Tamarack hadn't noticed it at the time, too busy in the forest or with her new friends to really think about it. The passage of time seems so separate from yourself when you're young.

But when Omi passed her the phone, saying it was her mother, Tamarack felt a swell of emotions in her heart before she ever even took the phone from her grandmother. Excitement, a strange sadness, and beneath it all, a perplexing amount of fear that should couldn't quite explain.

The call had been... short. Tamarack had tried to recount her adventures to her mother, tried to tell her about her new best friend Franky, her time with Opa and Omi, the amazing outside world she had become so enamored with... But all her mother seemed interested in was school, and whether Omi was being nice to her.

And Tamarack supposed those were good things to ask about, too! But after she answered those things (school was fine, Omi was the best grandma anyone could ever ask for), her mother seemed to lose interest. The call became clipped, full of "mhm" and "oh, interesting" interjections as Tamarack tried her best to speak. Finally, her mother cut the call short, saying that she had to get back to work.

"Oh, but what about Papa?" Tamarack had asked, fingers gripping the little flip phone a bit tighter. "Is he there?"  "Tamarack, you know he's even busier than I am," her mother had replied with a sigh, and Tamarack frowned.      "Just for a second? I wanted to—"      "Tamarack, baby, he's busy. I'll get him to call you when he has the time."      They exchanged clipped goodbyes. Tamarack realized she hadn't said 'I love you,' but just as she began to get the words out of her mouth, the little chirp of the call ending sounded in her ear, deafening.

It had sent her into tears instantly.

Without telling Omi the call had ended, Tamarack pushed the cell phone back on the kitchen counter and sprinted outside, forgoing everything in her haste, even her beloved messenger bag.

The world was blurred by tears, but Tamarack knew her backyard and the surrounding woods so well that it didn't matter. She took herself deeper into the forest as fast as her shaking little legs could carry her, her mind a blur of emotion and hurt too big for a ten year old to even handle.

Her jog slowed down to a trudging walk as she came to the denser part of the woods, the part where the trail disappeared into long grass and ferns. It was dark, early evening, and the moon was peeking out from behind the clouds. It wasn't raining, but it seemed it recently had, with the ground sloshing slightly as she walked. Tears were still streaming steadily down Tamarack's own face, though, and showed no sigh of stopping, either.

Why were the things her parents had to do so much more important than her? 

Tamarack tried to be understanding. They were busy people, and so was she. She couldn't always be around every time someone else wanted her; she had her own things to do. But... she always found time for Franky and Qiu and Omi and Opa. She always made time for them when they wanted her. And... they made time for her, too. Mama and Papa never... they never...  

Soon, whether because of emotion or because she had walked so long without a break, Tamarack realized she was exhausted. She just wanted to lay down and hide from the world, to sleep this off and not have to worry about who made time for her and who didn't.

Tamarack didn't mind getting dirty; not usually, and especially not right now. So when she found a spot near the base of a tree, thicketed by ferns and free of branches or rocks, she let herself lay down without hesitation. She wished she had brought her messenger bag to cushion her head, but her arms worked just fine. She curled up, half way on her side and half way on her belly, her arms folded beneath her head so she could rest her cheek on them, and just let herself cry.

Was there something wrong with her? Had she done something to make her parents mad, and that was the real reason she had to stay here instead of with them? She knew that sometimes, she could be annoying without meaning to. She could be too loud and get in people's faces and wasn't a good listener sometimes. Her face burned as she remembered the first time she met Darren, how she had been so excited to meet one of Qiu's friends that she had unintentionally made everyone mad at her. Or when she tried to ride Baxter's bike and embarrassed herself by nearly falling off and causing a scene. That happened with her parents sometimes, too, where she would be too loud and "rambunctious" that it messed up their stuff, or irritated them, and they didn't want her around anymore... 

Another wave of sniffles and tears hit her. She couldn't help but let out loud sobs as the hurt took over.

Tamarack's sobs were so overwhelming, so loud, that she almost didn't hear the rustling of branches just near her. But as she steadied herself, trying to breathe, she could definitely hear the slow, muffled sound of steps drawing closer to her.

Breath still stuttering, she pushed herself up into a half-sitting, half-laying position to see what was near her. She didn't even have to blink the tears from her blurry eyes to see a mostly pale figure a few feet from her, half obscured by bushes and the trunk of a tree.

...huh?

Tamarack blinked, sitting up fully and rubbing at her eyes to see better. When she could see more clearly, she was relieved to see that it was thankfully not a ghostly apparition come to visit her, but just a kid.

Their hair was all long and white, curling down their shoulders almost to their elbows. It shone in the darkness of the forest, almost silver in the moonlight. It blended in with their pastel and white clothes, giving off the impression of being ghostly, especially against the backdrop of the dreary autumn forest. But Tamarack was sure this was just a kid, especially with the soft baby face that gazed unsurely at her from behind the tree.

Tamarack sniffled, unable to stop crying completely, but her woes were mostly pushed aside at the appearance of a new person. Someone she had definitely never seen before.

"Hi," she said with a wave of her hand. She wanted to smile, but she didn't have it in her heart right now.

The kid remained where they were. From what Tamarack could see, their dark, thick eyebrows were creased in the middle, and they had their own sad frown on their face. It was almost like they mirrored each other.

"I..." She sniffled again, wiping her face with the back of her hand. A tendril of sadness coiled in her gut, tightening almost painfully. She was being loud and obnoxious again. "I'm probably bothering you. Being loud and stuff."

The kid didn't reply to that. But Tamarack could see them moving ever so cautiously, slowly revealing more of themself from behind the tree. She could see more of the pattern of their sweater; pastel pink and yellow and blue, almost like an Easter egg. There were cats and pretty flowers on it, too.

"I really like your sweater," Tamarack said, the compliment no less sincere just because she sniffled through it. "It looks really nice on you."

That made the kid pause. They glanced down at their sweater before looking back toward Tamarack. Their hands came up, twisting their fingers together in front of their chest, almost nervously.

They hadn't spoken the whole time, but that didn't deter Tamarack. Really, the fact that they hadn't already walked away from her yet was encouraging to her. Maybe they were just shy, but they were still here, still looking at her, still with her. That was something, at least.

Tamarack stood up from her spot on the ground. She had dirt on her side and on her hands, but she didn't mind. It would brush away or wash off eventually.

"My name is Tamarack," she said. Her voice was steadier, more sure than it had been when she first spoke. "What's your name? I've never seen you here before."

She had hoped that the kid would at least give her an answer to that, but they didn't. They stood next to the tree, fingers wringing together still. There was a good ten feet or more between them — she couldn't tell for sure — but now that they were both on their feet, it became clear to Tamarack that this kid was way taller than her. Taller even than Baxter or Darren, but they didn't look any older than those boys. Not with that baby face.

Hm. This was tricky. How could she find out stuff about them if they wouldn't answer her? But Tamarack was not so easily deterred. This kid intrigued her, and she would crack their shell for sure.

"Do you live around here?" she asked after a moment.

To her delight, they nodded. Oh! Maybe they just couldn't say words. That was fine — Tamarack could definitely work with this.

"That's cool! I've just never seen you out here, is all. That's why I asked." She took a few steps forward, but when she saw the other kid hesitantly take a step back, she stopped. She remembered meeting Darren, remembered being scolded for getting in his personal space when he hadn't wanted it. So she stopped, not wanting to scare this new friend away too.

She rocked on her feet for a second, thinking.

"Are you a girl?" she asked just to say something. In her own mind, she really thought they might be. 

But that got a slow shake of the kid's head, their long white hair swaying with the motion. Oh. Hm. 

"Are you a boy?" she continued, and though there was a longer pause between her words and their answer, she did receive a small nod of their head. His head. A boy. 

Admittedly, Tamarack had been interested in the idea of having a girl friend around here. Qiu had his boys' club, and Franky was, well, Franky. But even if this kid was a boy, that was fine with her. A friend was a friend, no matter what.

"Okay. I'm a girl." Tamarack smiled. "And my name is Tamarack. Did I say that before?" She wasn't sure, but it didn't matter now. All of her negative energy had thankfully dissipated, her mind solely occupied by this mystery of a boy before her.

The boy just blinked at her, a tiny nod at her mostly rhetorical question, and that got Tamarack giggling. "I like you already," she said decisively.

That was the first thing that she had said that got an actual reaction out of the boy; it was one of pure shock. Those thick eyebrows made a retreat for his hairline beneath the wispy white bangs, and his eyes widened almost comically. His mouth fell open, and Tamarack thought for a brief moment that he might actually speak to her, before it snapped back closed in an instant.

But then, Tamarack realized, that reaction might not have been just for her.

Behind her, she could faintly hear the muffled sound of leaves being stirred up. She spun on her feet, excited to have two unexpected visitors to the woods today, and very distantly, with enough squinting, she could make out cranberry colored hair down the way, coming through the trees.

"Tamarack!" came the familiar voice of Franky when they spotted her. They waved their hands above their head, and Tamarack jumped up, mirroring their motion with a bright grin.

"Franky! Franky!"

Her best friend took very little time to catch up to her in the clearing. When they reached her, Tamarack grasped onto their hands, swinging them with a little squee.

"What are you doing out here?" Franky asked, still swinging Tamarack's hands slightly. "I heard you talking. Are you playing a game or something?"

Tamarack shook her head. Her golden auburn hair swayed around her face, bouncing effortlessly back into place. "No, no, I just met him. I was asking him questions and—"

"Wait, huh?" Franky said, interrupting Tamarack with a confused look on their face. Their eyes darted around the forest, befuddled, before settling back on Tamarack. "Who is he?"

"He's a new boy I've never seen before," Tamarack explained. She stepped back from Franky, holding her hand out to gesture behind her. "I don't know his name, but—"

She turned her face to get another look at the kid, before realizing there was no one behind her.

...huh?

The bewilderment was evident on Tamarack's face. She turned her whole body around, swiveling her head multiple times, before realizing that there really was no one here in this clearing with them.

She turned back to Franky, her eyebrows up and her eyes wide with surprise.

"Franky, I swear, there was another kid here!" she said with an emphatic wave of her hands at the empty air near her, as if insisting upon it would make the child rematerialize before them. "He was tall, taller than Qiu's friends, and he had long white hair and sad eyes, and he had a cute sweater with kitties on it." She gestured to each part on herself in turn for demonstrative purposes.

Franky watched this all with a raised eyebrows, their hand resting contemplatively on their chin as they tried to decide whether they believed her or not.

"Hm. Okaaay." They glanced around once more, then looked back down at Tamarack. "Then where did he go?"

Tamarack's shoulders slumped defeatedly. "I don't know. He seemed nervous. Maybe us being loud scared him off..."

A sad, cold pang of hurt shot through Tamarack's belly once more, and she tried not to pay it much mind, though she visibly deflated after the words left her mouth. Of course. Of course she would scare off a new friend by being weird and obnoxious.

She looked up at the sky, as if searching for answers. It was getting darker now, the moon completely hidden behind heavy clouds.

Before she could dwell on her thoughts for too long, though, she felt the comforting, familiar weight of Franky's arm around her shoulder.

"Well, if he can't appreciate our hilarious loud selves, who needs him?" they said, face adorned with that playful grin that never failed to brighten Tamarack's day. "Come on. I wanted to show you something I found in my backyard! Something only us cool, awesome kids get to see, okay?"

And so, with a tentative, bashful smile, Tamarack let Franky lead her back to the cul-de-sac, taking only a fading memory of that sad, quiet boy with her.

all parts :: next

[covesdadappreciation]

Howdy! Just started following your blog and I really like what you've got! If you're taking requests, could we get one of Tamarack being taken to prom by MC? Bonus points for jealous Qiu because I'ma slut for angst. I just wanna see Tam-Tam being treated like a queen.

Prom Night!

Tamarack x Male Reader (FTM Safe!) Author's note: This is literally just fluff, Barely angst (if you squint), just a reference to Qiu holding back <3 1518 words

Tamarack had opened the door after hearing a quick singular doorbell ring,

“That’s weird” she muttered, opening the door to find nobody. She looks down and finds a paper airplane, picking it up and reading whatever’s in it. It read: ”Meet me at the bridge - your favorite person in the world (PS, you might wanna get a little dressed up for this)”

——————

Once Tamarack gets on the bridge, there’s a strange path of flowers that head further into the forest. She furrows her brows, hesitant at first before following through. 

Though nothing could’ve prepared her for what she would see. 

MC was on a picnic blanket, readjusting the position of a bouquet he had set next to him, too anxious in making everything perfect to even notice Tamarack standing only a couple steps away. Even Tamarack was speechless, tears in her eyes over how cute this was. MC in formal clothes, a bouquet with brown paper wrap, fig cookies and raspberries in separate containers set next to one another, and a flower crown (made the way Tamarack had taught him when they were ten).

“Tammy!” MC exclaimed, surprised that he hadn’t noticed Tamarack before, “are you okay?” his smile drops at the notice of Tamarack’s teary eyes. “Yes, I’m fine!” she takes a deep shaky breath, “This is just really cute.”

“Oh my god,” MC quickly gets up and rushes over to Tamarack, hugging her tightly, “You’re such a goober.”

“You’re the one that set up this magical picnic” Tamarack huffs, “what’s this even for?”

MC’s eyes widen as if he almost forgot what he invited Tamarack here for, quickly letting go of the embrace he had on her, “I wanted to, I was wondering-” MC takes a deep breath, as if trying to compose himself and find his words, which Tamarack giggled to. Giggled.

“Will you go to prom with me?” He asked, “as a date?”

There was a small pause between the two, only the sound of the wood’s autumn leaves blowing and bird’s chirping could be heard before Tamarack finally breaks it with a loud, 

“Yes?! Of course I will!” She exclaimed, wide grin on her face, “I mean, I didn’t even know if you’d want to go with me, or if you even liked me like that, and then with everything happening to me in band and school, everything just seemed-”

She realized she started rambling before pursing her lips into a lined smile, holding back any more excited rants. She took MC’s hand, before pulling him into another long hug. 

...

”This is nice, but I kind of want one of those fig cookies right now” she mumbled softly into the hug, “Me too, Tammy. Me too” MC sighed.

——————

It was prom night, MC was in the Baumann household, happily waiting downstairs with Opa while Oma and Tamarack were upstairs. MC knew that Tamarack always loved a grand entrance. Even when they were just kids, Tammy always knew how to make a moment magical by just entering a room.

Opa smiled softly at MC, seeing just how excited he was to be there for Tamarack. He knows that MC would do anything for her. He knows MC would never hurt her. Opa’s pretty sure that if it were any other guy, he’d have his suspicions. Finally, Oma came down the steps, quickly picking up the camera she had set up, ready to take pictures of her granddaughter. 

And like always, her grand entrance was a success. The ribbon in her hair, the pink prom dress that fit her perfectly in every angle, her confidence in herself– it made her breathtaking. 

Tamarack’s smile plastered on her face as she rushed over to MC, “You look amazing!” she chimes happily, looking over him in awe. MC smiles at the praise, “Are you kidding? I’m practically in a t-shirt compared to you! I’m going to prom with the prettiest girl.” Tamarack’s cheeks and nose changed to a pink hue, using her hand to hide her laugh.

Though the moment was cut short at the sound of a car honk, “Okay okay you lovebirds, MC’s mother is outside. MC, I trust you to be responsible with Tamarack and to get her home in one peice,” She hums before walking up to Tamarack and cupping Tamarack’s face and kissing her forehead, “and you have fun tonight.”

Opa smiled and nodded, as if giving that same affection just telepathically. 

Tamarack nodded excitedly, holding MC’s hand as they walked outside “I will Oma! Love you guys!”

“We’re gonna be so responsible!” MC announced, “Quick, Tamarack, get the booze” he whispered jokingly, making Tamarack playfully smack his arm. 

——————

They arrived at the prom destination, a barn only a 30 minute drive from where they lived. It was mainly used as a wedding venue, and tonight, the school had gone all out. The fairy lights, the well set decor, the music in the distance, and the crowd of upper grade teenagers enjoying it to the fullest. 

Tamarack was practically bursting with excitement, looking over at MC over how pretty the place is, and how excited she is to be there with him, and to tell him how pretty he looks again, and how she’s probably going to explode if they don’t get in that barn right then and there. MC turned to her, running a finger over a loose strand of hair, pushing it back behind her ear

“Exciting right?” MC smiled,

“This is like the best night ever, MC, you don’t even know! I mean, look at it! Look at you! This is–” Tamarack threw her hands into her face and drew out a muffled groan, “Oh my god”

“You wanna kiss me so bad” MC teased, 

“If you’re lucky, we might” Tamarack snapped back before taking MC’s hand and pulling him and running with him towards the barn.

As soon as they showed their tickets, they heard their friends who were already there. Qiu, Ren, Vianca, and Serenity grouped together, each of them well-groomed and in their own formal outfits. 

“MC! Tamarack!” Vianca smiles, waving them over. 

Ren gives a small smile, Qiu looks at the two, also excited to see their best friends, though there’s a look of uncertainty that Qiu passes between the two. Serenity rushes up to Tamarack, giving her a tight hug, “You look amazing Tam!” 

Vianca looks over at MC, having known MC’s plan from a private conversation, “So did you ask her?” she whispered

MC confirms, “We’re here on a date”

Vianca pumps her fist in victory, “I told you she’d accept!”

Qiu furrowed their brows with a confused grin, “Wait, you two?..” They don’t finish their sentence, letting it sit in the air for a second. MC nods, “Yep! I asked her a couple weeks ago, I just didn’t wanna tell a lot of people the plan in case it didn’t go through” he chuckled almost awkwardly. 

“Oh, that’s..” Qiu hummed, their hand in their pocket fiddling slightly as if they were hiding something in it before composing themself with a sharp inhale, “That’s good! Great! I’m really excited for you guys.” 

Ren chimed in, throwing an arm over Qiu’s shoulders “They’re opening the snack bar finally, do you guys wanna go check that out?” 

“Actually, I think MC and I are gonna keep adventuring, we can meet up with you guys later?” Tamarack throws a subtle glance over at MC as if asking if that was okay with him too. MC nods, and the group disbanded again.

Tamarack and MC walk around the bar, saying hi to the occasional friend, playfully dancing at the songs they do like. About 2 hours in, and they were finally tiring themselves out. MC and Tamarack headed out to the back of the barn, laughing and breathing a little heavier at the amount of moving around they’ve been doing. 

With the music quieter out there, the faint lighting from the fairy lights and the moon, MC and Tamarack looked out at the plain view of the barn’s land. 

“This. This may have been the best night I’ve ever had in my life” She sighed happily,

“Then it’s good we spent it together” MC replied, holding Tamarack’s pinky crossed with his. 

A moment of silence fell between them, taking in the great day they’ve had.

“...I think I know one way on how we can end this night to truly sell it as the best night ever” she said quietly, making MC turn to look at her. 

Tamarack had a nervously giddy look on her face before shrugging, “We could… kiss?”

“Oh? So I’m lucky today then?” 

“Shut up” Tamarack chuckled, “So?”

MC smiled, taking her hand before giving her a small slow peck on the lips, but not moving his body away. It was like a test run on knowing if the first little kiss was okay. When Tamarack didn’t pull away either, instead only earning a tiny giggle from her, MC leaned in again, this time not pulling away from the kiss. 

Tamarack ran her hand through MC’s hair gently as they kissed, their eyes closed, before Tamarack hesitantly pulled away.

“Yeah. That sold it” Tamarack muttered softly, “Thank you for tonight, MC” 

“Anything for you, Tammy”

[dreamwithlost]

lotinha lolot, depois manda sua opinião dos doramas que vc não assistiu, viu? inclusive, quais são eles, fiquei curiosa...

te amo e boa noite 🫶🏻🩷

OPA SUNNYZINHA MEU BEM MEU AMOR! Obrigada pela curiosidade, te amo demaissss. Entãooo, os que não assisti da sua listinha são:

Lovely Runner: SABE COMO EU CONHECI ESSE DORAMA? Um edit do tikoteko KSSKKSKSKSKK Eu lembro que salvei ele, mas n cheguei a ver pq perdi o hype (PERDÃO), mas vc falou tão bem, que acho que vou dar mais uma chance hein!!! É que eu percebi que normalmente não assisto mts doramas com contexto colegial ou coisa do tipo, preciso mudar isso!

Hidden Love: Adoro um romancezinho proibido, e me deixou muito atiçada!!! Acho que será o próximo da minha lista viu! Tá anotado

When I Fly Towards You: Cara adoro histórias com essas passagens do tempo e tudo mais! Eu acho que enriquece os personagens sabe??? Parece ser tão fofo esse aqui 😭

King The Land: Extremamente hypado né, e eu até comecei a ver (vi dois episódios), mas não terminei ainda simplesmente por que sou preguiçosa KSKSKSKSK e enrolo de assistir, mas até agora eu tô gostando viu! Eu gosto muito dessa pegada meio enemies to lovers, homem ricão e pah KKAKAKAK, uma hora termino!

E aproveitando a oportunidade, também vou falar de alguns que eu gosto bastante Sunnyzinha!

W – Two worlds: Esse foi o primeiro dorama que eu vi na minha vida, fiquei encantada do começo ao fim, criei um vínculo sabe? Acho que por isso ele é um dos meus favs até hoje ❤️ Tem ação, tem chororo, tem criatividade, eu amo!

Oh My Ghostess: Sim, outro antigão que me divertiu muito, por isso guardo com mt carinho!

Doom at Your Service: Eu me desmantelei com esse aqui, apesar de tratar de temas tristes, faz tudo com uma leveza tão linda sabe? Amo!

Business Proposal: Hypado, e com razão, do casal secundário até o principal é incrível, e divertido!

Café Minamdang: Acho que já deu para ver que eu curto coisas que envolvam mistérios e casos criminais KKKKKKKKKK

E claro, strong woman e queen of tears como você mencionou, são IMPECÁVEIS! E entram pra listinha

Agora vou parar de falar para não me estender muito KSKSSKKS beijocas. Recomendo todos esses inclusive!!!

[bitchinbarzal]

And returning to the situation of Luca and his grandpa Luca is a mess of tears because his grandfather has to return to Switzerland

Luca: but Opa why do you have to go back? you can stay and live in my room if you want please don't leave me I'm going to miss you a lot 🥺

Even though Opa almost jumped out of a window that's his little Luca and he is also sad to leave his grandson

Luca’s actually so sad 🥺

“Opa I’ll just come with you back to swiss-land? You take me with and I’ll bring my friend Ryder too, please? I don’t want you to leave me?

[the-flaming-nightmare]

I'd love to know more about your 'regressuary 2025' WIP 💚

You got it! 😁💛

So far I've got the first 3 days already written (they'll just need to be edited before they're posted when the time comes) and just recently started working on day 4, so I'll share a small snippet each from the first 4 days! Then I'll share the prompts and pairings I have for the remainder days.

Day 1: Daddy!Monroe and Little!Nick from Grimm –

"Oh, Nicky." Monroe stepped inside and crouched down in front of Nick. "What's going on, pal?"

Nick just continued to gnaw on the bunny's ear in silence, teary gaze glued to a spot on the floor. Monroe waited a moment to see if the boy would respond, but when it became clear that he wasn't, the Blutbad spoke again.

"Are you maybe still feeling nervous about oma and opa's visit?"

After another moment of silence, Nick's head bobbed up and down, eyes flickering up to finally meet Monroe's gaze.

"Can you tell daddy exactly what's had you so nervous about them coming over?"

Nick gave the fuzzy, white ear one more nibble before letting it fall out of his mouth so he could speak clearly.

"What if... what if theys don't like me?" Nick tightened his grip on his lovey. "Wh-what if theys don't wanna be my oma an' opa?"

Day 2: Daddy!Bobby/Mama!Athena and Little!Buck from 9-1-1 –

"I know, baby. I wish I didn't have to go, either." Bobby rubbed a soothing hand up and down Buck's back. "Believe me, I would much rather stay home with you and mama."

Buck turned his head up to look at Bobby, lips pulled into a pout and eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Then don't go. Stay." Buck sniffled wetly, then added for good measure, "Please?"

Bobby gave the boy an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, buddy, but I have to."

Buck's face crumpled in an instant. "No, stay! Daddy stay!" Big fat tears began to roll down his cheeks as he broke into sobs.

"Oh, pumpkin. Here–c'mere."

Bobby pulled the upset little boy onto his lap. Buck immediately burrowed his wet face into the crook of Bobby's neck. Bobby set into a gentle rocking motion, alternating between rubbing and patting Buck's back as he did.

Day 3: Daddy!Monroe/Mommy!Rosalee and Little!Nick from Grimm –

"Yeah, of course. I'll let you guys now before Nick gets home. Just keep me updated on how he's doing though, alright?"

"We certainly will."

"You got it, man."

After saying their goodbyes, Monroe ended the call.

Monroe looked at Rosalee again. "I'll get the diaper supplies and some comfy clothes for him ready, and you get everything you need to feed him?"

"Yup, let's do it."

With that, Rosalee went off towards the kitchen while Monroe made his way up the stairs.

Monroe stopped into the nursery first. He went into the dresser and grabbed a pair of black and grey joggers, throwing them over his arm before grabbing a diaper, the baby powder, and the portable changing mat. He then carried everything to his and Rosalee's bedroom and set everything out on the bed. Lastly, the Blutbad dug into his dresser and pulled out his white cable knit sweater and laid it out on top of the joggers. Nick took a great deal of comfort from wearing Monroe's sweaters, especially when he was small and struggling with his mental or physical health. And from what Hank told him and Rosalee, Nick was definitely going to need all the comfort he could get right now from the two of them.

Day 4: Daddy!Owen and Little!TK from 9-1-1: Lone Star –

TK had had a good day. A very good day, in fact!

He got to go to the Disney after his checkup as a reward for being such a good boy at the doctor's, then after his afternoon nap him and his daddy played together for the rest of the afternoon, and then at bedtime daddy read him his all-time favorite book, "The Rainbow Fish."

But then Owen got a phone call. Right in the middle of giving TK his goodnight kisses.

It all went downhill from there.

"Oh, hold on for just a minute, Ty. It's your Uncle Juddy. Daddy will be right back," Owen said, before stepping out into the hallway.

Now for the rest of the prompts and pairings that I have in store:

5. Oh, the Guilt - "Grey's Anatomy, S3 Ep. 5" {Gil and Malcolm}

6. The End of Something - "The Umbrella Academy, S2 Ep. 10" {Monroe/Rosalee and Nick}

7. The Apology - "Grace and Frankie, S3 Ep. 9" {Donna and Fourteen}

8. Tag Team - "Masterchef: Generations, S14 Ep. 12" {Amanda and Antonio and Will}

9. All For One - "My Hero Academia, S3 Ep. 49" {Reader and Malcolm}

10. System - "The Bear, S1 Ep. 1" {John/Bailey and Celina}

11. Dream a Little Dream of Me - "Supernatural, S3 Ep. 10" {Giles and Buffy}

12. What's in the Freezer? - "Sweet Tooth, S1 Ep. 5" {Danny and Matt}

13. Helpless Even If I Know What To Do - "Blue Period, Ep. 5" {Hotch and Spencer}

14. The Song Remains the Same - "Supernatural, S5 Ep. 13" {Rowena and Crowley}

15. Pasta - "The Bear, S2 Ep. 2" {Bobby and Buck}

16. Joy - "Record of Ragnarok, S1 Ep. 4" {Owen and TK}

17. Nightmare - "Supernatural, S1 Ep. 14" {Dean and Sam}

18. Long-distance Call - "Supernatural, S3 Ep. 14" {Bobby and Buck}

19. An Unpleasant Talk - "My Hero Academia, S4 Ep. 71" {Buck/Tommy}

20. The Day That Wasn't - "The Umbrella Academy, S1 Ep. 6" {Bobby and Buck}

21. The Usual Suspects - "Supernatural, S2 Ep. 7" {Athena and Buck}

22. Family Matters - "Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn, S1 Ep. 14" {Meredith/Derek and Alex}

23. Serious Mental Breakdown - " Blue Period, Ep. 6" {Owen and TK}

24. Bugs - "Supernatural, S1 Ep. 8" {Dexter and Harrison}

25. Where Are We Headed? - "Blue Period, Ep. 4" {Enji and Shouto}

26. Parental Guidance - 9-1-1: Lone Star, S3 Ep. 10" {Bruce and Steve}

27. Thanks for the Memories - "Grey's Anatomy, S2 Ep. 9" {Sam/Dean and Jack}

28. Stuck - "Station 19, S1 Ep. 1" {Monroe and Nick}

I don't have exact storylines planned out for all of these just yet, which is a huge reason why I started writing for this challenge so early lmao, but I'm extremely excited nonetheless!

Thank you for the ask! 💛💛

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for April 7, 2021; #258.

Black Ivory: “I Keep Asking You Questions”

Sandra Alexandra: “She’ll Break Your Heart”

Chuck Cornish: “Ali Funky Thing”

Piero Umiliani: “Risaie”

Lyman Woodard Organization, The: “Belle Isle Daze Pt. I &II”

Vidulesku: “Echoes”

Airto: “Mae Cambina”

Chocolate Milk: “Let The Music Take Your Mind”

All Points Bulletin: “Funky Bottom Bottom Funk”

Chute Libre: “Canaan Pt. II”

Ricky Lance: “Clown In A Room Of Tears”

Malo: “Suavecito”

Opa: “Pieces”

Edgar Versy: “La Mer”

Elephant’s Memory: “Mongoose”

Willie Bobo: “Kojak” + “Fairy Tales For Two”

Brass Fever: “Djingi”

Terry Callier: “African Violet”

Victor Feldman: “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”

Alan Feanch: “Atlantide”

Roberta Flack: “Killing Me Softly With His Song”

Adriana: “Contigo”

Juan Demonio: “Es Cana”

Antonia Carlos & Jofari: “Pe De Bode”

Darrow Fletcher: “Rising Cost Of Love”

Enrico Intra: “Nicole”

O’Jays, The: “Give The People What They Want”

Pure Pleasure: “By My Side”

Art Farmer: “Chanson”

Caldera: “Seraphim (Angel)”

Eddie Senay: “Cameo”

Dikalo: “Old Fisherman”

Fabio Fabor: “Ninfee”

Sun Ra: “Lanquidity”

Paul Williams: “Wistful Dreams”

Hubert Laws & Earl Klugh: “It’s So Easy Loving You”

Roy Ayers: “Theme From M*A*S*H” + “Together Forever”

John Abercrombie: “Parable”

Bonus Omega; all vinyl, sampling, crate-digging finds.

[spiel-mit-mir-ein-spiel]

Mein herz brennt~Paul Landers part 2.

( sidenote ; Storm is the name of your daughter)

When your daughter opened the door, you saw 5 surprised faces ( Richard knew already ofcourse). ''Stormy!'' Till yelled happily before hugging your daughter tight. '' Hii opa'' she smiled before hugging him back. '' Oh my god, Y/N, So happy to see you!'' Christopher came your way and kissed your cheek before hugging you. '' Hey Schneider'' He let you go before Olli hugged you, then Flake, Richard and then Till picked you up. '' Don't you ever fucking leave for that long'' he said while he spin you around and you laughed. ''I won't, i promised'' you laughed when he putted you down again and you kissed his cheek. ''Come, let's get you and your mom something to drink'' Till said while putting a arm around Storm's schoulder when walking away. You stood face to face with Paul. He had a little more grey hair and wrinkles then before but he still looked perfect. ''Paul'' you said softly while he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lighty. You pulled him in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you back while you laid your head on his shoulder while you cried silently. Richard smiled faintly before walking away with the boys with an excuse of being hungry. You were thankfull he did that so you have a moment with Paul. His arms around you made you realise that all that time away was a waste of time. It didn't matter, you would always be in love with Paul. When you both let go, you tried to dry your tears. '' Please don't cry liebling'' He said soft before wiping a tear with his finger. ''Why did you leave?'' he said while he gave you some water which you thanked him for. '' Honestly? I left because of you. My feelings for you were so strong and you are with Arielle. It killed me seeing you with her'' you blushed while Paul looked at you again. ''Not that it helped, because seeing you now made me realise that i love you and the feeling won't go away'' you continued and Paul nodded. '' Well, Arielle and i aren't together anymore. In the time you went away things started to go down hill. She noticed i wasn't myself and i confessed to her that i kissed you and the connection we had'' You almost choked in your water. '' I'm so sorry'' you said quilty but Paul shook his head. '' Don't be. It made me realise that we are meant for eachother'' You were totally in shock. You definetly didn't expect this. You looked at him with glassy eyes and you blinked a few times. '' You okay?'' Paul smiled and at the same time Storm came back with Till. '' Mom, you're okay?'' she said looking at you confused and Till laughed. '' I think Paul broke your mom'' Storm smirked and crossed her arms. '' Finally someone who can shut her up'' Paul snorted but tried to hide his laugh while you turned around. '' Wow young lady, take it down a notch'' you said with an raised eyebrow while you gave Paul an elbow. ''But it is the truth'' she said putting her hands up in defense and you sighed. '' Yes dear, don't we have a house to decorate?'' you said and Storm shook her head. '' No, Uncle Reesh will show me his new guitar'' she said and you looked at Richard. '' If that's okay?'' He said and you nodded. ''Ofcourse Reesh'' He kissed your cheek before he walked up to Storm. '' Did she finally tell Paul she is in love with him?'' she said to Richard, hard enough that Till, Christoph, Olli and Flake could hear it. You looked absolutely shooked at the men including Paul. They looked at you and you felt horrified. This was not the way you wanted to confess to the men about it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before started talking.. You hoped this went well..

[disfrutalakia]

prompt: nightmare

The taste of blood woke up Bad to white flouring and closed off windows. Squinting his eyes, he notices it isn't just drawn up curtains, rock obscured the windows in the oval office, questions popped in his head as he stood up in the presidential office, red(or blue?) dripping slowly over his left eye.

Bad almost questioned the air, maybe the ghosts, but he felt none nearby, on what was happening before hearing the familiar sound of an elevator filled the room.

"There you are Bad! we are gonna get late, and you wouldn't want to ruin this more than perfect day!"

Bad blinked at the figure, horror dawning at the stretched smile in the familiar face.

"What"

"C'mon! Let's go." 4ever strided over, and with one movement put Bad upstraight position, he wobbled, but the blond arms maintained his position.

Bad's breath caught as 4ever took his hand, sensation cold and powdery not the familiar warmth that he extended all around him like a star.

He was tugged to the elevator and down, suddenly free falling into the darkness instead of finding ground the close seconds of teleportation would leave him without ground.

4ever still held to him, cold fingers almost a parody of its own that made Bad want to tear away from him.

And then, ground found its way to his feet, hitting knees hard enough to make him wobble *again*, but again, cold and powdery arms held him.

Enough that Bad could smell the explosives and spider eye left-over in the president.

"Opa, clumsy on our big day? Don't worry, I got you."

"What day?"

Bad tried to take a step back, but his legs were almost tied, looking down, puffy gown big as it could flowing down instead of his normal hood, even if his head was still hidden, the gradient of black to pure white made him want to tear it all with dull claws in his hands.

"Our wedding day silly!"

Bad's breath caught looking up at the manic expression on his president, hair caught in a halo instead of the braided style he preferred so much.

Before he could say anything, 4ever made them move, twirl in a dance, valsa? Bad has to focus on his movements to not just fall or be dragged around by the blond hands, which had an iron force hold on him.

"But, you called it off, remember?"

"As if I could silly! As if I could let you go, meu bem."

Bad beared his fangs, growl not silenced between the loud cheerful music.

"You KNOW I'm not gonna say yes, stop with this... craziness."

The smile twisting from just manic reaction to almost genuine as 4ever snuggled against his neck.

"It's okay... I'm also scared, but it is the most perfect day on the island! We will be fine, perfect even, together."

His head was spinning with the strong smell of explosions and cologne from the suit and hair clinging to him like meatheads. But bad had enough strength to push the man off him, looking at 4ever fall brought temporary relief like water to a dying desert man.

Bad couldn’t even smile as 4ever looked him, and suddenly there was no gown or suit or brightly venue around them.

"What's the matter docinho? It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Stay away from me! I'll never say yes!"

4ever blinked at him as bad took more steps back, breath too quick, he needed to calm down-

"Oooo. But it doesn't matter if you don't say anything!"

Bad wanted to scream as slowly the president rose up, calm smile, not manic, not forced, graced his tired face.

"We'll be together either way! So save up your breath, só vou roubar ele depois, ok?"

Bad was ready to turn and run even if he felt like swimming in fucking honey, but he could only stumble and fall into soft covers behind him, and soon 4ever joined as the most unwated blanket ever.

The smothering made him want to scream, but hands reaching to his face made him gasp and fight back against not listening limbs, more now that their heads were perfectly aligned and 4ever was dipping down-.

With abruptness of falling down, Bad sat up, scream to stop it caught in his throat, and most horrific of it all

The tightness of his heart, against stopping such swarming feeling against all of him.

Tumblr if you eat this you're homophobic

GOOD NEWS TUMBLR DIDN'T EAT IT THIS TIME

Even better news, this is so fucking good!!! 4halo horror movie wedding my beloved, there is so much cool stuff to be done with it and it being a nightmare is so cool

I love the approach you toom of it being so clearly a nightmare but also feeling real in a way. So good

[resuswhore]

another resus question for you little freaks out there;

no/manual airway support; holding their chin in a vice grip, repositioning their jaw over and over, never feeling as though its open enough, clear enough, good enough.

oral airway/OPA; slightly more intimate, giving you more control, but still giving that nitty gritty feel, as you still get to breathe into their cold lips but now you get to feel the smooth glide of air through plastic, the whistle of their exhale all the same.

or intubation; jamming a cold, sterile tube into your resusee's throat and into their dying lungs. less personally intimate but far more intrusive and controlling.

whats y'alls preference?

cause I'm all for the OPA (think that was a little obvious), its like an extra step, something for me to worry about, desperately gliding that tube down my resusee's throat, getting to force air smoothly into their lungs.

plus, when they come to and begin to choke on it I get to soothe them and promise it's only there to help them, that they need to keep it in for me. wiping their tears as they gag on it harshly and praising them when they keep it in any way, all cause I asked them too, all cause I need to hear them breath unobstructed. or even if they begin breathing but remain unconscious, I still get to hear the gentle whips of their breathing, get to be assured by the sound. I could place my finger over the whole and stop their breathing all together. I could lean over them and assist once more, knowing they're getting all of my precious air with ease.

[nuclearforest]

"Don't hold back. I want you to scream my name" - briarrett 👀

Thanks for the ask! Wrote out a quick 1.5k and feel bad it took so long. Hope it's up to your standards!

When summer starts to rear its head and the spring rains give way to the dreary summer sky that perpetually hangs over all of England, Briar unfailingly brings out Barrett’s favorite sundress. It’s a cute little thing: white and lacy with a repeating floral pattern that shifts when the fairy moves in just such a way that every little tear and puncture from moments of overexcitement can be hidden with a quick stitch repair before being returned to the rotation—years old but still bright in color in a way reminiscent of a wedding dress and bouquet, tinted by nostalgia and preserved by delicate hands. Every time she wears it, the werewolf takes it as his personal invitation to step up behind her and slip his hands under the skirt, starting where the dress ends at her thighs and stroking up in offer while he presses his lips to her ear and rumbles possessively from deep in his chest where his heart races. For me?

“Who else?” Briar replies, chuckling to herself at the way her mate’s breath tickles the untamable flyaway strands at the side of her head. She sets the paring knife she was holding down on the cutting board with the strawberries she’d been preparing. He always seemed to gravitate to her in the kitchen—hip-height countertops helped.

“Well I thought you were going out with your girls today,” Barrett offers in return, stopping his ascent at the tops of her thighs while the drool pools in his mouth. Her skin under his is warm; her heartbeat picks up slightly in her chest. Just a bit more of that honey sweet scent that defined her wraps a bit further around his head and he ducks his nose into the crook of her neck to inhale it, nuzzling aside one of her two golden braids. Köstlich. [Delectable.]

“When have the boys gone to have a sleepover at Oma and Opa’s so I can go out with my friends?” The fairy quirks an eyebrow and leans back into her lover’s embrace. “You’re more than capable.”

“I am.” The werewolf’s voice drops deeper, temptation wrapped in rough velvet.

“I just thought you’d like to celebrate the season like you always have.”

“You spoil me, lapine.” [Bunny.] He presses a kiss into her skin, then, trailing gentle kisses out to the mate mark on her shoulder exposed by the wide sweetheart neckline while he rubs his thumbs in circles on her thighs. The little fairy in his arms, perfectly fit to his hands, presses further back into him—she’s too short to press her rear to his groin, but he’s already hardening against her lower back, above her pillowy ass, and he groans low appreciation into her skin. Je t'aime. [I love you.]

“I love you, too,” she returns, popping half a strawberry into her mouth for a quick bite. The werewolf at her back huffs, hands sliding further up and leaving sparks in their wake to rest on her hips. In the blink of an eye he’s got her flipped around and seated up on the counter, crowding into her space with a devilish smile on his lips and lust in his bright red eyes.

“A snack?” he asks, “At a time like this?” His eyes, pupils wide, flick down to the speck of juice at the corner of her lips.

The bold fairy just shrugs (he had interrupted her light breakfast, after all) and swipes her tongue out to clean the juice away. Content to do as he will, the overgrown giant leans over to press a kiss into her. He pulls her up to the edge of the counter where her legs spread and the skirt bunches up. The faintest notes of her arousal join the sweet aroma of strawberries and Briar in the air and the werewolf pulls back to survey her once more. She brings her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders and one hand gravitates so she can tangle her fingers into the silver curls at the back of his neck.

“I’d hate to interrupt your meal,” he quips, sparing a hand to snatch another piece of strawberry, “maybe you’d like some cream to go with these.”

Before his lover can reply, he pushes the strawberry between her lips and leaves his fingers there for just long enough that she can caress the tips with her tongue. Both an invitation and gratitude in one quick gesture; he just leans in to kiss her again and get the taste on her lips. Barrett was not a man for strawberries, but he was a man for fruity kisses and bruised lips, observing the slight change in his lover’s demeanor with every piece of fruit until he’s straining against his pants and she’s soaking into him, panties forgone.

“You little minx,” he rumbles, “are you sure you’re not part succubus?”

“Would you like me to be?” Briar licks her lips and looks at him through half-lidded eyes, tightening her grip in his hair and pulling the werewolf in for another kiss, where he growls into her at the test against his patience.

Ja. [Yes.]

Soon enough they forget the remaining strawberries, hands roaming curves and bodies like every memorized surface is new again. Every shape and curve explored for the first time. Briar pants quietly and Barrett buries his head in her neck, mouthing at her skin and leaving love bites, teeth scraping against skin and bruises rising from the depths of her flesh to paint his path.

She sighs quietly, keeping a hold on his head as he kisses down her chest to the exposed tops of her full breasts before pulling back and leaning down to stick his head under her skirt, hand sliding down her side and along her thigh to pull it up over his shoulder. Faced with her cunt, he digs in, lapping voraciously as his tongue starts to lengthen and flatten and he takes up more of her, by far better than any fruit or meat or other food he could ever get his paws on. The fairy professes her thanks with the pillowy thighs quivering around his ears and the grip tightening in his hair.

“Don’t be shy,” he growls into her, “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream my name, love.”

“Barrett,” she breathes, and he takes that as a personal challenge, pulling back to look at her with his eyes dark and face deadly serious, pronounced jaw pushing at his lips with the tip of his nose blackened and glistening with her arousal. She stares back at him, green eyes wide and cheeks flushed red.  He releases her for just long enough that he can fumble with his belt, opening it with a click that has her jolting.

Respire— [Take a breath—]

Barrett shoves his pants and boxers down with a hand and steps back into her space, rubbing the head of his cock against her for a moment before lining up with her hole. Then, a low growl of warning.

—und schreien. [—and scream.]

The werewolf sheathes himself to his knot, baring his teeth and breathing harshly as he reaches back to grip his mate’s ass, holding her close as she gasps—a far cry from the scream he’d wanted—and arches her back into him. She flutters around him, adapted muscles trying to grip for his knot, and he groans lowly with his head tipped back.

His claws poke through the thin fabric and prick against her skin as he starts to move, grinding against her to get used to the wet warmth wrapped around him before pulling back and bucking in. Briar whimpers for him, mewling when he sets a brutal pace right at the start. The werewolf grits his teeth, nose crumpling as he bites back the urge to shift and ruin the angle he has into her on the counter; he turns his head down and begins to nip at the skin of Briar’s neck as she gasps his name.

Like a machine, he repeats the motion over and over again, building it up until she’s panting and crying out for him, legs wrapped around his waist with her ankles locked at his back as she begs for more. “Barrett please—”

Always polite. He turns his attention over to her mate mark, pulling her out and snapping fully in as he sinks his canines into her. That gets him a proper scream that peters out into a low whine. “Barrett! Please—I’m going to—I’m—I—I’m—”

His knot pops into her and starts to swell as she clamps down on him in a way that makes him see stars. Mine.

Tied, he starts to rock into her until he finds his own end, pumping jet after jet of seed into her as his breath fans out over her shoulder and she catches her breath against him, thighs twitching.

“Yours,” she answers, curling around him as best she can. He grunts and squeezes her rear, probably bruised in the shape of his hold, and smiles into her skin as best he can. They’d be repeating this same song and dance until Opa pulled into the driveway to drop the kids off again.