#uve got a candy !!

[nightingale-prompts]

Deathday Party

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Tim had no idea he was being courted by Danny and was making his way to an official engagement at this rate. What he did know was that Danny had invited him to an important party at the mansion of none other then Vlad Masters.

Danny had mentioned that his family and Masters had a rocky past but it had gotten better before he left for university. Tim wasn't convinced due to the stories Danny had offhandly mentioned. The guy had tried to out Danny to his parents and rallied the town against him. So excuse Tim for not wanting Danny to go back to a homophobic town like that and a bastard who did something so petty just because a kid's mom wouldn't sleep with you.

But Danny was his friend. The only normal friend he had who treated him like this. Sure he really likes giving gifts and has a fascination for flowers but that's all the more reason to look after him. It was pure luck that Tim befriended him before a cult did.

Tim was still going to supportive and still needed to make it up to Danny for not visiting Amity Park last time. So he packed and boarded the plane a few days before the party.

Danny began introducing Tim to everyone in his family. For the most part, it was a warm welcome. Danny's dad told him that they would have to sleep in separate rooms because "He knows how boys could be and there will be no funny business."

Tim was indignant but reminded himself to be polite. Danny's dad may not be the most accepting of LGBT people but this was his home.

Danny only blushed and brushed his dad off, after all, he and Tim hadn't even kissed yet.

Danny's friends were cool though. Sam was definitely the source of Danny's gothic tendencies. She and Danny discussed herbs, crystals, and graveyards together while Tim got to know Tucker.

The next day they went to the Masters' estate and Tim met Danny's other family. Dani or Elle was Danny's little sister or cousin or something. It was confusing but she immediately took a liking to Tim.

"Ooo, he's cute~ You dont mind sharing right Danny?" She teased linking arms with Tim.

"Knock it off Elle. He's too old for you anyway and if Vlad heard you he'd set Tim on fire." Danny admonished her pulling her off by the hoodie.

Tim didn't catch that Danny was being completely serious about the fire part.

Vlad Masters would be out of the house until the party that night but the mansion was being set up for the event. Apparently, the "Deathday" party was a bigger deal than Tim thought. The guest list was a mile long.

From what Tim gathered a death day was a celebration of life after a near-death experience. Like if someone flatlined during surgery and are brought back. Its actually a pretty smart way to deal with trauma by making the event a reason to celebrate.

Tim had heard from Danny of the day he was electrocuted and that it changed his life. He definitely had the scar to prove it. Danny had gotten a UV tattoo over it or something because it glowed faintly at night. It was pretty cool.

That evening Tim was handed his costume for the event. The party had a royal theme, something that didn't seem like Danny's idea. Still, Danny's silver and ivy green dublette looked...pretty good. Tim dressed in a similar red and gold suit.

"You look good." Danny pulled out an ornate emerald cravat pin and pinned it to Tim label.

"You too," Tim said without thinking but Danny smiled before going back to putting the finishing touches on their outfits.

It was...intimate to say the least as Danny pulled back Tim's hair. He fastened their capes and a (fake) dagger to his belt.

Danny put put on a subtle layer of makeup. Darkening his eyes, cheeks, and lips. It gave him a pale and deathly appearance.

"I have to look my best. I don't want anyone to think I'm just using you as arm candy." Danny laughed.

"That implies that you are using me as that already." Tim jested but stopped when Danny pointed to the makeup trey. "You're joking."

"Im not. It's an important event and this isn't Gotham. There are alot of people i want you to meet. Just play along." Danny begged.

Tim agreed letting Danny put on a bit of black and red makeup.

"Aww, Tim. You look absolutely ghastly. Your funeral ready." Danny gushed as he turned to grab the last things they needed. Two circlets with stars emblems embedded in them.

Tim laughed internally. Danny was always to positive Tim forgot just how goth he was. Tim knew he shouldn't be surpised.

Tim and Danny walked to the mansion's ballroom which was full of guests dressed similarly to them. The room glowed eerily under green-flamed torches. Very gothic. On second thought this suited Danny.

A staff member er...servant announced their arrival.

"His Highness the High Prince of the realm of infinite space and his guest."

None other than Vlad Masters approached. He had thrown this party for his godson and wanted everything perfect. He eyed Tim critically before speaking to Danny.

"Daniel I heard about your...friend from Elle. Its that what he is?" Masters studied.

"He's my-"

"Boyfriend! I'm his boyfriend." Tim interrupted. He was not going to let this homophonic piece of shit undermine Danny's sexuality again and try to embarrass him. Especially on such an I'm day. " Tim Drake, son of Bruce Wayne and head of Wayne Industries. I've heard a LOT about you Mr.Masters."

After a moment Vlad nodded and smiled.

"You've chosen well. He's quite the catch my boy. Happy Death Day." Vlad patted Danny on the back before going to mingle with Danny's parents who where tearing up the cheese platter.

Danny blinked owlishly at Tim. Tim had never used that word yet, Danny thought they were not at that stage yet.

"Sorry Danny, i got caught up." Tim sighed.

"You know he's going to tell everyone right?" Danny laughed "I hope you're ready."

Danny dragged Tim to meet his ghost friends for the rest of the evening between dancing and eating.

Tim had fun meeting Danny's fellow goth friends who complimented him a lot. They were definitely strange but they really loved Danny. The whole party was like a Renaissance festival meets one of those novels that Jason loved. Actually, Jason would be so jealous of him right now. Tim made sure to take pictures. Some of them came out fuzzy but it was enough to make Jason mad.

[star-burrow]

hello good friend how is life going <3

also i saw ur post abt the crush and ik u said ur not sure if he made fun of ur anxiety attack or not but if u ever find out for sure that he did (and if he doesnt apologise for it) then he is not worth ur time !!!!

(also also ur never being annoying for talking to me !! ik saying that doesnt help much to get rid of the fear tho </3 dw it happens to everybody - ill spend an hour in the ask box debating whether im annoying them or making it awkward or not and then if i suck up my anxiety and decide to send it i have to word my ask as perfectly and not-annoying as possible)

Hello sweetheart ! :D

Oh yes yes, I mentally told him to go to hell ! (And I don't even believe in hell !!!) Even tho I think that the pneumonia part was a bit harsh from the universe... Either way, I'm getting better with time :]

I'm (trying, adhd ass won't help) to study math. It's quite a simple subject that will fall on the test, but I have to memorise the... Fornication under consent of the king what's the word in english ? The... little multiplication thingy you got me ?

Also, I saw that you miss the little ducklings, I actually think about them every single minute of my life, I just don't have that much of Ducktales content in my dashboard :/

I actually just accepted my favoritism over Louie recently, as I found it that he was the most "obvious" and "common" choice for a character. But I've accepted it, he's chaotic and I want to bite him :] /pos (I demonstrate my affection for him like the dhmis fandom does it for Duck), I just wish the show went more wilder with him (such as Molly McGee's brother yk ? He didn't change at all, but it was ok, it's just how he is)

I'm intrigued by the Kung Fu Panda series tho !! I watched the three movies, but I didn't know that there's a series, it was particularly one of my favorites animation franchises when I was younger hehe ~

[sleeplesssmoll]

HC: What if Vertin is actually less human presenting but it's harder to tell because of her suit?

For example, there are a lot of human passing arcanists like Sonetto, Matilda, Melania, etc. Then there are arcanists like Shamane and Pavia where you see them reveal inhuman qualities at Insight II. Even further down the line you have Getian and Jessica. Arcanists vary so much in shape and size (not unlike humans tbh who also have a lot of variation among our species).

Here is what I conjured up:

Vertin's Silver/gray hair and eyes have a reflective quality to them so they reflect the color of things around them. This would also explain the inconsistencies in her hair/eye color. Her hat reduces the effect since it covers her head and she usually hides on eye. This way humans don't freak out as their talking by then changing color due to changes in light around them. You'd also end up staring at your own reflection in her eyes if you stare too hard.

If you could take a mirror and weave it into threads, that's Vertin's hair. Eyes have similar effect, they're like pools of liquid mercury.

Vertin might be able navigate through dark caves, labyrinths, and streets at night because she has a better night-vision than most. If you shine a light on her in the dark, her eyes do a that thing where they light up a like a cats. Just Sonetto lighting up the kitchen with her wand and Vertin's there nomming Picrasma candy like a naughty cat who got into the treat jar.

Then what about her suit? Maybe Vertin can temperature regulate like Sonetto, AEB her crossing the dessert in it, but she's sensitive to sun? The actual UV is bad for her skin if she's out there too long. Also her hair color is not good for protection either since she has negative melanin (this would also go for her eyes and be another reason for hat).

Or you could go further off the deep end. Embrace the arcanists blood!

What if Vertin barely even has body hair so she's more vulnerable if she doesn't cover up? What if you can see arcane shenanigans under her skin so she covers it up in public? Like her veins being a weird color instead of the blue-green humans are used too. Or maybe it's her overall body type in general?

Sonetto's parade uniform is shows off more skin. The Foundation...knows that she's pretty. They know what they're doing. There was even a trail about them using pretty girls as a distraction toward the beginning of the game. While her normal uniform covers up everything, the Foundation can make exceptions.

So what if Vertin's body doesn't conform to what humanity accepts? She has a lot of androgynous features and a lot of humans we see in-game like to put things in boxes. However, there's no box for people like Vertin who show a mixture of masculine and feminine features (although we see a more than few arcanists carry these traits). Because the Foundation wants humans to feel comfortable with arcanists, it's easier to only show off things they'll accept and quietly tuck away the things that they might not be as open too. Now that Vertin isn't a little kid anymore, those contradictory features are going to be more obvious. While Vertin is free to pick her own outfits, the stigma is still there. It actually gets worse with each Storm too.

In a world like that it might be easier to navigate to cover up as much as possible so people don't have time to dwell on what you look like underneath. Perhaps arcanists don't have that same obsession of what's going on underneath other people's clothes but they are subjected to it.

What if arcanists react to the full moon? Pavia needs to howl at it. Sonetto gets restless. Druvis NEEDS to bask in it and won't be interrupted. Then how does Vertin react? Turning into an Udimo? Big naps? Or she doesn't sleep at all. She becomes a menace! Becomes super strong! Or just lays on the floor and cries.

I forgot where I was going with this but here we are.

Embrace the arcanist blood and give me your "arcanist Vertins"! I will consume.

[tigertan]

neighborly favors and chicago cigarettes. [ jellybeans. ]

part two of said slow burn fic ^_^ this is mainly a snippet but there is some silly smut incoming in the full chapter oooops ..

part one [ mac n cheese ]

ao3 link

[ word count ; 1k ]

;; all fluff. awkward meeting again. carmen takes a strange interest in your nails.

your new acrylic nails gleamed in the cold sun of chicago’s morning as they curled around your steering wheel. a pretty candy pink, nothing fancy. they were short and blunt to maximize efficiency, and you’d always liked doing your nails. 

with your new job starting tomorrow, you arranged a nail appointment early this sunday morning just to get it out of the way. 

you rounded the corner of the apartment building's back parking lot and hopped out of your car into the complex. 

despite your freshly scrubbed face and still damp hair from the morning shower, yesterday night’s chicago smoke lingered both on your skin and your memories. the mild hangover you’d gotten was bravely fought off with a fistful of tylenol and gallons of water.  

after finally finding something in common with carmy, sydney rushed out and began apologizing for richie’s behavior, to which you’d reassured her it wasn’t a big deal. you’d just avoid him your entire life after that. because while you weren’t in the wrong, it was an embarrassingly public outburst that burned itself into those moments your brain would never let you forget. 

sydney decided to take you home at that moment, and you didn’t complain. 

you nodded a bye to carmy with a smile still stuck with a cigarette and he’d nodded back, unsmiling.

it was only after you’d wrapped the covers around you did you realize you never asked him if his name was really carmy. 

oh well, you guys were neighbors. you were bound to see him anyway. 

you hummed a song to yourself— specifically frank sinatra’s classic hit, rain in my heart— as you climbed up the stairs and turned the staircase straight into a brick wall. 

but that couldn’t be right, because why did it stumble back at the impact at the same time you did? 

the answer was easy; it wasn’t a wall. it was the tightly fitted cotton-shirted chest/face of your neighbor carmy. his awful brown jacket was thrown across his right bicep, and you could see his tattoos much more clearly. the numbers on his fingers weren't numbers, they were three letters of ‘SOU’ on his index, middle, and ring respectively. 

there was also an inked flower on the back of the same hand, and further up his arm was a measuring cup carrying a globe. you noticed he had more but stepped back too quickly to discern others. 

your nose stings lightly at the impact, and you raise a hand to hold it, eyes widening. a tiny part of you wonders if he is going to yell at you. 

“shit,” you say, blinking. 

“sorry, i didn’t see you,” 

“are you okay— sorry,” 

you both spoke at the same time, which pushed a smile out your lips, and you giggled. so he wasn’t going to yell at you.

“sorry,” you whisper, a grin peeking out from either side of the hand in front of your face. he blinks, the chicago morning sky making his already ice-blue eyes seem ever clearer. 

“you uh— your nails,” he blurted, a muscle in his temple shifting as the words nearly burst from his lips. 

it takes you a second to realize what he’s talking about, but you lower your hand and splay it out, the uv coat catching the light perfectly. 

“oh! yes. nails. got 'em done a few minutes ago.” you explain, giving him another quick smile. “they uh, they’re nice. like jellybeans.” but the compliment, if you could even call it that, was stamped out with deliberate volume and a strained edge of a rather inept tone that creased your brow despite your smile. 

“... thank you,” you reply, absentmindedly running your thumb over the groove of the keys in your pocket. 

he watches your hand fall back beside you and then swallows. 

“do you like—“

“is your—“ 

your voices overlapped once more, and this time he smiled too, curving into his left cheek and carmy released a singular, airy laugh. 

“sorry. uh. you go ahead,” he gestured to you, flicking his eye contact from you to the floor. “yeah, sorry.” you grinned with genuine humor now, “is your, is your real name carmy? sorry, i just heard syd say that last night and i just…” you trailed off, the question sounding dumb and cold on your tongue now that you said it aloud. he blinked again. “uh. no— no. it’s a nickname. for– for carmen. carmen berzatto.” 

he extends his hand out as if you had guys met for the first time. finding it endearing, you take it, a gel-nailed hand clasping the weathered, inked one. 

“were you heading to work?” you ask, and after a momentary silence, he nods, then scrunches his brows and quickly shakes it, the oat-colored curls on his head bouncing. 

“hm? no, just… heading out. kitchen doesn’t open until four today,” he replies, carding a hand through his hair. 

you mouth a silent oh and nod back. 

“well uh, it was good to see you neighbor,” you grin and step the side lightly, breaking the awkward yet giddy conversation that had transpired. 

“yeah. yeah, you too.” carmen gave you a half-smile back, nodding a final time as he passed by you, his hair bouncing as he walked down the stairs, not looking back. 

you did, however, watch until his curls disappeared behind the coffee wood and industrial metal of the stairs. 

you realized you didn’t ask him what he wanted to ask until you’d slotted your key into the lock with a smile. 

—

carmen slammed his car door behind him as he sat, cushioned in the faux leather seat, hands firm on the steering wheel. he stared directly in front of him, boring holes into the dusty red brick of the building wall, sky tinted a slight grey from the windows. 

“jellybeans? really carmen?” he sighs-slash-scoffs, running a hand over his face before fumbling his keys out of the jacket pocket. brows scrunching, the man hesitates before putting the keys into the ignition. despite the faint alarm bells going off in his mind— they seemed to always be there anyway— he twists in the front seat to look behind him at the building entrance as if she’d walk out of the large, heavy-duty door at that moment. 

for a moment or two, he stares. but the reality of it catches up to him in flushed, heated cheeks and brows creasing further. “fuckin’ stupid.” he mutters, finally shoving the keys into the car as the engine purred to life. it was odd how the light from yesterday’s cigarette had bent around her mouth despite the unforgiving fluorescence of the alleyway, and made carmen stare. 

but that’s all. she was only enough to stare at, he concluded with a steely grip on the wheel. with the bear at its peak, how could he do anything but stare? 

he pulls into the back of the bear’s parking lot with the recipe for a spaghetti alla carbonara stuck in his head and a smile stuck in the corner of his mouth. 

—

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hai ariiiiii :3 guess whos SICK . me . im sick

ANYWAY thinking abt sugubooboo taking care of u while sick ,,,,,,,,

u kno when u get that feeling ur gonna b sick in the morning the night b4 it all hits ? i think sugu picks up on that after u blow ur nose one 2 many times n he asks if ur okay

ur not. obviously . so he heats up some nice peppermint tea, and something my mom does when im sick is take some honey, mix it w ginger powder + some other stuff thats good 4 ur throat and make me eat a spoonful of it [its gross as HELLLL i hate it but i feel a lil better afterwards] then tucks u in2 bed [later after uve fallen asleep he calls out of work for tomorrow, he REFUSES to leave u alone + sick]

the next morning ur properly Sick and suguru wakes u up w breakfast in bed, all warm foods infused with clove, mint, ginger, and sets a few packs of tissues next 2 the bed

after uve eaten he lays in bed w u 4 a bit, kissing your head and fiddling w ur hands. eventually u ask abt work, he said he called out 4 both u n him.

he trusts u 2 take a shower on ur own, but when u get out hes holding a towel and wraps u in it immediately then just hovers around u as u do ur morning routine, making sure youre okay n not abt 2 like . pass out or smthn

once ur dressed and fully cocooned in the bed once again, suguru pours out some cold medicine 4 u and hands u water once that NASTY liquid slides down ur throat. he gives u a lil candy as a palate cleanser tho, hes not mean

i think after that u just fall in and out of sleep 4 teh rest of the day until u get hungry again or need another dose of medicine. sometimes u wake up 2 suguru humming and playing w ur hair while he reads a book, sometimes he joins u and takes a nap w u. the only time u wake up alone is when its lunch or dinner n hes in the kitchen making smthn spicy 2 open ur sinuses

everytime u take a dose of medicine, he kisses you on the lips then pushes a glass of water in one hand n some candy in the other. hed probably mumble 'good job' or smthn like that in2 the top of ur head as he cuddles u while ur trying 2 get the taste out of ur mouth

he does NOT care if u sneeze n get snot all over him, puke on him if u have a stomach bug, cough in his face, or r generally disheveled. u could never disgust him.

if its sunny out, hell offer 2 take u outside just 4 a lil bit. if u dont think u can walk hes gonna pick u up. no complaining u NEED that sun, hell argue while sliding the patio door open

youll sit out 4 a bit, soaking up the sunshine then when u want 2 go back 2 bed hell carry u back and gently tuck u in2 bed

if ur 2 weak 2 even blow ur nose, hes holding the tissue 2 ur nose n waiting 4 u 2 blow. the chapstick might b all the way across the room n ur savior ends up being suguru and his long legs. the temp in the house is 2 hot? hes turning the a/c down and all the fans r coming 2 ur room bcuz he knows how slow the heating n cooling takes 2 change.

also everytime he walks in2 the room, hes asking how r u? do u need anything? does anything hurt too much? and he probably has smthn 4 u 2 do so ur not on ur phone all day [guess . guess who was on their phone all day . ME]

at the very end of the day, hes got u curled up in his lap on the bed, INCREDIBLY comfortable, and theres some movie on the tv in the bedroom. like juno or some other feel good indie movie. sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries. since its past dinner time, he gives u lil candied ginger pieces 2 help w ur throat n other snacks 2 go w the movie.

eventually u fall asleep in his arms in the middle of the movie, smothered in warmth on all sides.

OKAY . WOW . moving on, HOW WAS UR DAY ARI ??? tell me abt that book ur reading rn !! u seem very enthusiastic abt it, id luv 2 know y ^_^ ! [personally my day was . ouchie . and ive got a book abt decolonialism checked out from the library rn :3]

ASHLEY !!!!!!!!! i’m answering this kinda late i hope your cold is gone by now 😔😔😔

BUT . GODDDDDDDDDD ARE YOU OUT TO KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭 BE HONEST . how did you know sugu sickfics are my greatest weakness………… (i actually have . a whole fic just like this that i wrote a year ago or so 😭😭 YOU MADE ME WANNA GO BACK N READ IT HHHH this is very bad for my weak suguloving heart….) I’M JUST. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAYY. you keep serving me meals on a silver platter n i’m just?!?!! eating gratefully …. thank you……

NO BC YOU’RE SOOOOO RIGHT YOU’RE SO OBJECTIVELY CORRECT :((((((( HE’S. THE SWEETEST. the best bf around !!!!!! he’s so good at caring for you when you’re sick…. sniffle……. AND OFCCCC HE’D PICK UP ON IT INSTANTLY TOO. his sixth sense is so crazy accurate when it comes to his baby </33333 and wahhh him making you tea and tucking you in and calling in sick for you 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants you to feel better……

WAKING YOU UP . W BREAKFAST IN BED. WHAT IF I CRYYYYY THIS CONCEPT IS SO DEAR TO MY HEART ASHLEY ….. and him just. hovering around you. i feel like he would stand outside the bathroom while you shower just in case you were to fall over or smth…….. he’s so caring :(((( and wrapping you up in a towel…… cocooning you into bed. sniffle. i need him to baby me sooooo bad it’s not a want it’s a need …… he rlly would stay by your side the Whole time………… cooks for you and tends to you and makes sure you’re okay . he’s so good. i feel like he kind of really loves it too….. he doesn’t love that you’re sick BUT . he loves being allowed to take care of you :’3 loves making you feel better.

ALSOOO him kissing you and praising you whenever you take your medicine T_T oughhhhhhhh one kiss on the forehead + ”good girl/boy” from him and i would be OUT like a light. collapsed. fainted. he would be so good at coaxing you into taking it ……… ANDDDDD the part abt you never disgusting him. SO true. you could never ever disgust him he just wants you to be okay…….. forcing you out into the sunlight………… asking if you need anything……………. making sure you aren’t bored…………………. ohhhhh he’s 2 perfect we need to put him down.

sugurus just kissing u everywhere on ur face and clutching u tight 2 him because u got super clingy after he had 2 run out 4 last minute groceries.

AND THEN . YOU TOP IT OFF WITH THIS. ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ THIS MADE ME MELT….. i’m so…………. i have so many thoughts abt this. sugu would LOVE a clingy s/o but i keep specifically thinking of him w an s/o who’s shy w physical affection.,,,, and how he’d react when they get sick and suddenly get all cuddly . 🥺 he would love it so much. kisses you all over and holds you soooo tight and he’s just!!!!! so enamored!!!!!!!!! you’re like a lil koala. he loves you. sob.

WAHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ABSOLUTE MEAL MY BELOVED i’m not exaggerating btw this is gonna feed my sugu thoughts for weeks to come…… AND MY DAY WAS GOOD!!!! i’m sorry to hear your day was ouchie </3 i hope it’s all better now!!! pls make sure to rest and eat properly <33 it’s what sugu would want for you!!!!!

AND . THE BOOK. YES. it’s called giovanni’s room by james baldwin and it’s sooooo <33333 yeah. it’s so good. i LOVE baldwin’s prose so much??????? and the story is just . AUGH. i’m still not finished but i’m so obsessed. it’s basically abt a closeted guy in like … the 1800s-1900s? who goes on vacation in paris while his girlfriend is in spain. and he meets this rlly mysterious charming italan barman called giovanni……….. the book is abt their relationship + their own experiences w homosexuality + their tragic ending (it’s revealed at the very beginning of the book that giovanni will meet his end by the guillotine)…..

so it’s just . yeah. it’s such a gorgeous book :’3 and just so . idk. raw? visceral?? i love giovanni a lot. and more than anything i loves james baldwin <333 i’m planning to buy another of his books too!!!! it’s called tell me how long the train’s been gone :3 I RLLY RECOMMEND BOTH OF THEM!!! i hope the book you just got ends up being good too <33

[the-starry-seas]

was thinking more about mar'eyce zenith's job as forest service pilot and did some googling about smokejumpers and is anybody really surprised that i have more OCs?

Manaia, the ICT3, they/them, early forties. Co-parenting everyone with their pilot, Zenith (ey/em). They're 5'10" and built like a brick wall which tends to make people intimidated, but when they're not working, they're laid-back and like to laugh. But when someone tries to get fresh with their team... yeah, there's gonna be trouble. In their downtime, they're a photographer and pole dance for exercise (and to make people wonder if their poker face is really that good [it is]).

Waimarie, the spotter, she/her, mid twenties. Fashionista, gardener, and astronomer. She knows Nīkau's name as her buir <3 She always picks up a box of two-bite brownies on her way in to work, because while this girl should not be in the kitchen, she's got a need for baked goods. She can be bribed into doing about anything with macademia nut cookies. Likes to ride the bus on random routes to see more of the city. Has made many friends with old ladies on the bus, and on four separate occasions, has helped a kid with homework.

Nīkau, late thirties, he/they. He always has tea on hand and he never shares. Got his scar in a bar fight that he started by cold-cocking a homophobe. Thinks it's pretty cool. Also thinks fire puns are funny. He's always showing off pictures of his dog, a Boston Terrier named Rose Tyler. His three boyfriends look after her while he's at work. Doesn't actually own any of his shirts or jackets, they're all stolen from his boyfriends. The collar, on the other hand, was a gift from them. Has the TARDIS tattooed on the inside of his left wrist.

Christopher, mid thirties, he/him. A one-man survival team who always has a gallon bucket full of peanut butter cups on his desk. Likes some water with his ice cubes. Avid gamer. Face paint as self-expression. His car always smells like vanilla. Has four bearded dragons named Gandalf, Radagast, Alatar, and Pallando.

Tama, early thirties, he/him. Has an innate need to dive into literally any body of water even when explicitly told not to. Likely swimming somewhere right now. A year older than his brother, Tipene, and will never let him forget it. Car Guy™, who needs romance when you can spend three weeks disassembling a Ferrari engine and infodumping about pistons. Has dated two girls, both ended dramatically, might be time for him to realise he's into boys instead. Had several near-death experiences while cave diving and still required an intervention to stop. He still cliff dives.

Tipene, early thirties, it/its. Polyglot and polyamorous. Collects belt buckles and most of them are hideously gaudy tbh. Has a life-sized taxidermy shark hanging from the ceiling of the office and constantly scaring newbies with it. Always has the radio set to a classic country station. Stocks up on sour fruit candy like the apocalypse is coming. Would probably be fine in an actual apocalypse. Binges horror movies but can't watch anything where the dog dies. Consults the farmer's almanac daily and tracks how accurate it is in comparison to the local weather station. Has two full tattoo sleeves of indigenous birds, and it's a game to see if the team can spot all the birds on hiking trips.

Benjamin, late twenties, he/him. Takes heavily after his mother who died when he was born. His father remarried last year and he hates the new chick. Cotton candy is his main food group. Weaver and woodcarver who constantly gifts things to his friends or donates to charity auctions. Whenever someone asks to borrow a pencil, he takes out a jumbo pencil from his desk and pretends he doesn't have anything else. Flirts with everyone, nobody can tell when it's serious. Dramatically pulling off his sunglasses at least once a day. Only has one jacket that's red leather. Heavily tattooed from fingers to elbows but nowhere else. His lipstick is UV reactive and he's hooked up with half the city at some club or another.

Epoxy, late twenties, they/them. Transmasc swag cancelled out by inability to flirt. Seemingly never wears the same necklaces twice but they've kept the same shade of lipstick for the last ten years. Kiri is their best friend. Never seen without a backpack, but nobody is exactly sure what's in there. Constantly annoying everyone else by always having their earbuds in. Listens to Chappell Roan half the time and local indie artists the rest of the time. Hangs out at their other BFF Anahera's tattoo parlour on Thursdays because they have a crush on her. They got their name because they tried to wipe extra epoxy off on their hands on their first day and you can guess how that went.

Kiri, mid twenties, she/her. Everyone underestimates the skinny blond chick, which she uses to relentlessly fleece strangers at pool, darts, and contact sports. Highly competitive and will get in over her head if a dare or bet is offered. She's also an animal lover and keeps bringing home random insects and rodents that are considered pests around the airstrip. Constantly arguing with Chris about LOTR lore and drives him nuts talking about her Star Trek crossover fanfic bc they have wildly differing opinions on which hobbits would actually want to join Starfleet.

Oliver, nineteen, he/they. His cat is named Oreo and she's the love of his life, humans need not apply. He got the cat ear headband to match her. Goes all out on Halloween costumes every year. A friend to all insects, even the ones that bite him, they have their reasons. Designated remover of spiders from bathrooms. Keeps trying to grow flowers and failing miserably. Deeply invested in his neighbour's koi pond. Usually seen in a bomber jacket and jeans. Do not mention butterflies around him unless you're ready to hear more than you could ever remember. Keeps his Christmas lights up year-round. Has never thrown away a plastic bag in his life.

[kentos-filmcamera]

now playing... CANDY

a ella le gusta vacilar, todos los weekenes' irse a janguear

ella es loquita pero dulce como candy

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x afab!reader 

summary: when your boyfriend gets too hot and bothered at the club !

wc: 1.2k 

cw: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), small letters just for the intro, aged up/18+ characters, college AU but that's just for context, established relationship, semi-public sex, implied sub!okkotsu, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, PERREO WOOHOO, light latinx culture symbolism, latinx coded reader + friends, yuuta is a horny lil mf who gets turned on by nothing rip, fingering, riding (reverse cowgirl included), mostly-clothed sex, food trading (just a lollipop), implied unprotected sex. 

inspired by: candy by plan b & CANDY - Remix by ROSALÍA ft. Chencho Corlerone

A/N: LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC lol a fucking classic, yet another reggeaton song fic but this time jjk 0 got me in SHAMBLES im sorry kenken baby but you’ve gotta share sometimes fanks to my loyal beta @erenllegayseva n my darling love @cherrykamado who hopped on this madness when i reached out <33 los reales ANYWAY bone apple teeth ;P

“Aw c’mon, baby, lighten up. It’s going to be fun!” 

Okkotsu now remembered your voice very clearly in the queue to enter the club, dressed up in a mini skirt and a skimpy top, clinging onto him to avert the eyes of hungry people trying to see what’s under those tight pieces of clothing. He found it so endearing still, even after more than a few months of dating, you stuck yourself to him as if he was the prize; so proud to have him as your boyfriend, the one and only. 

The memory struck him like lightning, you were applying some lip gloss under the grim lights the lampposts grazed upon the poor innocent souls waiting for the turn in for a rather packed space condecorated with sticky flooring, impressive UV paintings on the walls, overpriced alcohol and bodies rubbing themselves against each other. Though the lighting was sketchy, you shone brighter than the sun in his eyes, and your lip gloss sparkled enough to blind anyone who turned in your direction. 

Wait, Overpriced alcohol. Yes, that, cheap alcohol at that pre-game and the CBD pen he carried on that tiny shoulder purse were the reason he overlooked your comment at the queue. That seemingly innocent comment now made him wonder if this was you and your friends’ definition of fun. 

Your plush ass bouncing against his crotch to the beat of the music. 

It was fun; he found himself enjoying the apparently traditional way of dirty dancing amongst his girlfriend’s culture. You definitely thought it was fun, a dazed smile swirling at your lips despite the cherry candy lollipop stick stuck between them. Yuuta was even taught to grind back against you, his hands placed on your hips, slender fingers delving into the clothed skin. 

“Go, white boy, go!” He had heard too many times to count with his own two hands, your friends dissipating his insecurities just as they coursed through his mind. 

He had seen your perreo abilities before. Fun was one way to describe it. Except for the fact he was becoming intoxicated with your movements. 

Cómo se siente - Remix was a particularly romantic song for those who had someone to mingle themselves with— of course, it was about sex, but the beat was lighthearted comparing to other hits that went through the night— and for once in a while you turned around to sing to your boyfriend, who looked down at you as your hand grazed his neck, toying with the hem of the long sleeve navy shirt. Yuuta was the one to initiate the kiss, giving straight away his intentions, if the growing boner in his pants wasn’t enough. 

“Need ya’, I need you now” He slurred, more drunk on the fresh memory of your hips moving side to side than the substances he had taken. Your hips hit every single beat to perfection, ass jiggling along with the action made his mouth water in a way not even the Cuba libre couldn’t down. 

Though you gave it, Okkotsu barely waited for your approval to swoop your wrist and drag you to the long hall of bathrooms, catching his lips in yours before the door was even closed, stumbling onto the tiny room. 

“Please, please” He groaned, his hands ravaging your body under and over the clothes, sloppy open-mouthed kissing filling every inch of the length of your neck. Your perfume was only clouding his senses even further, the familiar scent now seemed to have foreign effects on his body. 

“W-what has gotten into you?” You breathed out in a chuckle between moans, one of your perfectly styled brows quirking up. Though you played dumb over the growing wet patch dampening your panties, a bit fascinated with the way you were both on the same wavelength more times that you could count. 

“Your dancing is so incredible, '' Okkotsu looked up at you, those entrancing eyes softening into those similar of a puppy, pupils noticeably dilated. He watched with a pout as a mischievous smile rose upon your lips slowly, in a way the Cheshire Cat would envy. 

“I want you, please, I’ll be quick” Yuuta kept on whining, pulling your panties aside when you gave a frenetic nod of approval. 

His breath hitched when he noticed you were near aroused as he was, rough-skinned fingers rubbing circles on that swollen nub soon had you mewling, knees weakening when he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat. His moans matched yours though he wasn’t even being touched in any shape or form. Your pleasure was his. 

“C’mon baby, weren’t you desperate?” You taunted him with a coo. The music was loud enough to cover any sounds, including yours, inside the divided bathroom. Still, your voice bounced around the tiled walls, droopy eyes looking back up at his hungry ones. 

“Uhu! S-sorry” He whimpered, allowing you to push him to sit at the closed toilet seat, rushedly pulling down his light wash jeans and underwear, his achingly hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen. 

The stuffy secretive stall, the beat thumping over your moans, the steps outside, drunk girls chattering and the new lollipop swirling at your lips mindlessly as you pushed your limits to ride his cock had Okkotsu even more dazed and confused than he was before. His moans were sweet like the cherry candy you hid inside the material of your blouse, between your tits. 

“Open” You ordered, and he familiarly stuck his tongue out for you “Hold this for me, mkay cupcake?” You hummed, sitting completely on his cock before placing the lollipop on his tongue after giving it a few licks yourself. 

Without another word utter, you turned to give your back to him, his fingers not shying away from the curve of your ass, mouth watering around the hard candy. You sat there for a mere second before you recognized the song, his dark blue eyes widening as you rode his cock and bounced your ass to the beat of the song. 

“Fuuuuuck, honey” Yuuta moaned, watching you put on a show for him. Not being able to contain his urges any further, a yelp left your mouth when he used the seemingly invisible strength to pull back up into your feet, back inevitably arching. You could feel his ragged breath and the lollipop stick grazing your neck, keen hands groping your tits until they were freed from the constraints of the skimpy blouse that bunched up mid-torso. 

“Kiss me” You demanded. Yuuta pulled the sugared treat out of his mouth before pulling back by your neck and into a sloppy, wet kiss. Satisfying your wishes, his hips begun to create a new pace, one that let him appreciate well enough the way your ass jiggled with each thrust. 

Yuuta’s hips rutted into you, in a similar manner to what they did earlier. The way he was thrusting into you seemed as though he wanted to fuck you into and through the cold wall, cheek pressed against it. 

For the rest of the night, Okkotsu didn’t shy away to grind into you with force as he bent you down, feeling himself in the same way you and your group did. He did become worthy of earning impressed looks and teasing from your friends who saw him as the shy type earlier on. In response, he just shrugged, winked and smiled. A lollipop stick dangling from between his lips tugged into a smirk. Yes, dancing with you was fun. 

[query-quadrant]

whatss ur favorite quadrant gift uve ever given or recieved? + wat are ssome good ideass 4 quad giftss (esspecially flussh... havin flussh problemss >_<)

oh man its a really good thing almost no one i know reads this blog because this is about to get really fucking lame

favorite gift: this is going to be the lamest thing i ever say on this blog but if im being honest its this one really shitty jacket i have

last ruddy sunset my ex gave it to me and its kind of ugly tbh and most of the patches are holding on for dear life but its kind of comfy and she customized that shit herself even though she doesnt know fuck about sewing cause she knows i like it and you know what thats adorable thats the cutest shit thats ever happened to me me and this jacket are best bros forever

least favorite gift (cause idk how else to do the good advice bad advice thing): this one time this dude i was pale dating for like a perigree beat up someone "for me" because they had "besmirched my honor" or whatever the fuck but it was a guy i barely knew like we had one argument and it wasnt even a big deal

i think he was expecting me to swoon and be all "oh thank you so much oh im a poor defenseless noncarnivorous flower and youre big and strong and protective and oh so impressive" or something but it was just awkward like damn i dont even know that guys name

anyway heres basic gift ideas for people who need help with that

1. you can tell but i like handmade shit the best its cute its personal it took more work than anything you got at the store or paid someone else to make the only downside is its definitely really intense so youd wanna be careful about doing it for people youre not at that level with yet

2. this is also basic but something that shows youre paying attention to them yknow like if their favorite band is doing a show or if theyve been talking about wanting something or wanting to do something but havent had time or money for that shit

3. mileage might vary for this one but outfits or clothes or jewelry specifically shit thats are their taste and theyll like but you can also take them on a date wearing i dont know if i have to say this but do NOT just do one you like or think theyd be hot in but they arent actually into lmao

4. tbh even if you do cliche shit like chocolates or flowers or cards personalizing it goes a long way yknow like getting them their favorite flowers or picking that shit yourself instead of one of those stock grocery store bouquets or getting their favorite candy and not one of those big heart truffle boxes where only half of them taste good and the other half are full of mystery goo that tastes strangely bad but you dont know what it is

5. honestly just try giving a fuck it goes a long way giving gifts isnt hard and the advice i can even give is really limited if i dont know the person youre talking about or what they like specifically maybe they hate chocolate and flowers and crave meat and rare poisons idk talk to your fucking matesprite or crush or whatever

[misteria247]

Could you give some turtle tots hc

😔👉👈

Also do you think Splinter broke into a pet shot to get some UV lights for the boys to help their shells develop properly since sunlight doesn't really reach sewers

~Donnies bo staff

To answer your second question yes Splinter definitely stole a UV lamp for his babies. Granted he didn't want to resort to it but his babies were in need of it so he chose them over the guilt of committing a crime. And now!! Turtle tots my beloveds let's go-!!!

When Mikey had first started to walk he was the kind of child who got into everything. No where was safe from the youngest's need to see what all was hidden from him. It honestly drove Splinter up the walls sometimes. Especially when Mikey learned to climb stuff, after that Splinter found quite a few gray hairs in his brown and black fur.

When Leo was young he actually had a biting problem. Like this kid despite being the eldest would literally bite anything and everything he could get his little beak and teeth on. This included siblings if they were too close in range. Splinter found this out when Leo had caught sight of his tail. Long story short Splinter made sure his tail was hidden beneath his robes.

Donnie was the first out of his brothers to actually start a fire in the lair. Since Donnie's a quick learner and was always craving to learn something new, he'd started experimenting with things around the lair. One of those things was unfortunately their toaster. Splinter about died on the spot when he saw the sparks from the toaster while Donnie was fiddling with it. He had to make rules after that to make sure that his genius son didn't do something that could get him hurt.

Raph when he was small was the type of turtle tot to cry when he saw anyone else cry. It didn't matter if it had nothing to do with him personally. If he saw Leo, Donnie, Mikey or on the rare occasion Splinter cry he'd be right behind them in the tears department, crying along with them while pouting in angry confusion because he didn't understand why he was crying yet seeing his loved ones doing it made him react the same way. Splinter found this to be extremely cute.

Whenever Splinter would get ready for bed, he'd always put his babies in the middle of the futon with him and would curl up around them to keep them warm. Since during the time he was still working on setting up their personal bedrooms in their new home. The young turtle tots would snuggle into his chest fur and the blankets, listening to his heartbeat as they slept while Splinter would keep his arms and tail wrapped around them in a gentle way.

Splinter would quickly come to learn that whenever Leo and Raph were together they'd often times cause mischief around the lair. Like even more mischief than they usually did when they were with Donnie or Mikey or when all four of them were together. It was quite clear that Leo and Raph would be the kids who'd he'd have to keep a close eye on.

This also happened with Donnie and Mikey as they too became mischievous when together alone. Due to not being able to sometimes join Leo and Raph on their own mischievous adventures the two youngest children decided to partner up themselves. Splinter wasn't amused when he realized this.

Leo and Donnie would often learn things together whenever Donnie found a new book. The two turtle tots would spend hours looking over a book and just quietly reading together.

Raph and Donnie used to wrestle with each other. Raph wanted to see how Donnie would handle it and surprisingly enough Donnie kept up with him. The two turtle tots would often be found wrestling around on the ground of the lair.

Leo and Mikey used to play with each other in games of imagination. With Mikey often leading them the duo would go on grand adventures together in the world of imagination and have hours of fun together.

Raph whenever he had candy would go straight to Mikey and the two would share the sugary treats together, talking about a new comic book or TV show they'd seen, slowly getting into a sugar high all the while.

[luckyfirerabbit]

Dice Making pt9: Teexpert Edition

So I'm trying out a new resin from Teexpert. It's a two part resin, 2:1 ratio by volume, and is formulated for deep casting up to 4-6". It is advertised as bubble free, and for the most part that is true. Here's all the sets I've made with Teexpert so far.

For the most part, these all turned out wonderfully. Voids/bubbles were minimal and I could count the total number of them on one hand. So, overall, I like this resin. However, it has a higher than average work and cure time. Booklet says worktime is approx. an hour, and you can demold after 24 hrs, which you absolutely can, but the dice come out gummy like candy, and will tear with enough force. I stuck mine in my solarium box and they cured to near full hardness after a day -booklet says full cure time can take up to a week depending on the environment.

With that said, I do have a couple issues. Not to say I'll neve use this resin again, but it's likely I won't use it on purpose unless I have no other choice. It is perfectly useable and doesn't really need a pressure pot, but it does not take all additives well! It doesn't appear to take Mica powder as well as inks. Also I have a fine glitter powder meant for resin and, I think because of such a long cure time, all the glitter sunk to the bottom. And when I would do dirty pours or color drops, the colors had plenty of time to mix and wash out.

But specifically about Mica powders, after lengthy mixing and care to prevent bubbles -letting it rest between mixing, slow pours, letting it rest before adding other layers- this is what I got in two of the new dice I just cast.

(There is some UV resin on this face as I'm trying to repair the edges) A majority of this set came out just fine; this is the first set I've made with the new resin that I've used with Mica powder, and that's the only difference between it and the other, near-perfect sets. So proceed with caution.

Overall I give this resin a 8-8.5/10. It's a little cheaper than Art n Glow, and does what it says on the tin as long as you follow the directions. Works best with most additives, but not all of them, which is inconvenient. And if you buy the kit it comes with some accessories like gloves, stir sticks, and a plastic spatula that I have fallen in love with.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

Summer headcanons in honour of Jas (@devil-doll13) doing them for her ocs

Cylas tans easily when in the sun and doesn't really get sunburned when they remember to put on sunscreen. Although they avoid going outside as much as possible since they don't like the heat and hate sweating, having to do garden work does force them to spend some time there. Probably doesn't tan evenly since she wears shorts and tank tops, sometimes even crop tops in her free time, but usually longer pants when working in the garden. Also, some type of head covering if she knows she'll be out for a longer period of time due to her scars.

Selena/Ghost is a creature of the night - or might as well be. Due to being so pale, she basically only has to think of sunlight and gets sunburned, plus bright light hurting her eyes. If she is awake during the day and going outside can't be avoided she'll most likely wear the lightest possible clothes that minimise heat and sweating while also protecting her from the evil uv light. Plus ungodly amounts of sunscreen.

Candy actually likes summer, although finding a way to keep her make-up from getting runny or smearing due to sweat is a struggle. Loves to go swimming, both with friends or family, good at entertaining the younger children. Always keeping an eye on people and making sure everyone puts on sunscreen. Also has the skills to be a lifeguard though she does - at least secretly - worry that her height could limit her in an actual emergency situation. Sometimes has issues to actually allow herself to just relax and have fun instead of watching to make sure everyone is safe, but usually can be brought out of that mindset with a little convincing. Does try and make sure to tan evenly and enjoys sunbathing.

Esther is a sun lover and seemingly doesn't feel the heat at all. She can easily keep up with working in the community gardens, playing with the children outside, and doesn't mind cooking or baking even if it's still hot. She doesn't care much about tanning and wears short sleeves that cover her shoulders, while trousers or skirts have to reach her knees.

Cathryn isn't particularly fond of the sun and... well, while she doesn't burn as in bursting into flames, sunlight does tend to dry her out more than it does with humans, and no amount of water can prevent that. It also makes her feel overall more exhausted and sluggish so she tends to avoid it. Plus being more vulnerable and all.

Taylor is fine with any and every season and can see the advantages in all of them. Her freckles become more pronounced, and despite her being a redhead and pale, she isn't really prone to get sunburned. If you ask her about it, she'll tell you it's because of the sunscreen that her family has been making themselves for generations, and will sell it (or share for free if you're close enough). However, the actual ingredients are a well-kept secret. Though she obviously does ask for info regarding allergies the other person might have.

Rón doesn't get sunburns but doesn't significantly tan either. People joke that he is immune to sun, or UV-repelling. He usually just shrugs and says it's got to do with genes, that everyone in his family is like that. The whole thing gets even more unusual when one takes into consideration that he does have Irish heritage, but... the human body is strange. Maybe his family just consists of strange pale Irish people who are immune to sunburns and tanning. Regardless, his pale skin even in summer does not deter people from considering him attractive.

[ponyguru]

I’m sure I’m not the only one who puts everything that catches my fancy onto an Amazon wishlist, and then when I need to make the minimum for free shipping, I just start adding stuff? 🤣 I realized I’d need some kind of cheap UV resin curing light for the mini Christmas craft kits I got, so I tried to find one that could double as a pony sun fading lamp (following Tiffy‘s lead here!), and I also found a random box of (what was advertised as) 12 G4 Pez dispensers for only $14.50! Since I can never find them for less than $3-5 each, it seemed like a deal to me - and I love Pez candy! 🤣 I was surprised to open the UV lamp kit and find the spinning platform had a door to open for a battery case… and no batteries! Turns out it’s powered by the UV light itself! Pretty cool!

[stuckys-babydoll]

M stayin at my caregivers house for a couple a days, and look what I was able ta buy wif my paycheck! I’ll let chu guys know all da surprise toys I got!

Image description: four pictures. One is a picture of strawberry milk, Marvel water, and Minnie Mouse juice. Another is blue cotton candy with shark gummies. The third image is a four pack of mini putty for sensory play. The final image is a box that has 8 surprise toys inside!

My surprise toys were: 3 mini stuffies (a shark, a skunk, and a doggy) 1 UV light putty, a fidget spinner, a llama squish toy, a color changing squish toy, and a block of dirt I can mine to get a surprise gem!

- small el

[ghost-proofbaby]

Idk if uve ever been to vegas but what kind of antics do u think eddie would get into? I picture him just in awe of all the lights and his eyes would be so wide and hed wanna buy those yard drinks that people have hanging from their neck. Lol.

sadly only in a layover!!! which is a shame since i live close enough my parents have taken one or two roadtrips there for weekends.

but i know he'd be like a little kid in a candy store. he'd definitely buy one of those drinks you mentioned and he'd definitely make all the jokes about going to strip clubs, only to chicken out once you got there because the dude is so easily flustered. he'd probably gamble, and i can't tell you why, but my spidey senses tell me he learned how to count cards and would get banned from the casinos SO QUICKLY. a real spencer reid moment truly. if you guys stayed in one of the nicer fancier hotels, he'd make you get into so much trouble with him. taking full advantage of those posh fluffy white robes and the minibars, and running around the hotel like little kids. he'd be in awe of the view at night, and he'd certainly threaten to strip and go into one of the giant fountains. he wouldn't really do it (he's already on thin ice with the casinos) but he'd love to see how riled up you get when you believe him, and start tugging on his arm with all your might while frantically begging him to get the fuck away from the water eddie, you're not a fucking penny i swear to god.

you'd probably nearly fall when he finally stopped standing like a statue, shrugging and letting you finally seemingly tug him back down the strip while saying "you're right, i'm worth way more than one cent. i'm worth at least two cents.

[chr0mat0s3]

I’ll tell you where uv is if you prommy not to hurt me or her ok? We should all be friends Also I’m so scared and

???: Oh, no, no. You don’t understand. If I can’t find him? Then I take the blame. I’m his Automaton-damned assistant. I’m supposed to be making sure she doesn’t leave the set or get up to- well.

They turn away and gesture to the flaming seats.

???: Shit like… that.

???: It’s always “OHH EXA! MAKE SURE SHE DOESN’T TRIP ON AIR AGAIN!” “OHHHH EXA! TRY NOT TO LET HIM GET HER HANDS ON THAT ONE CANDY, WILL YOU?” “OHHH DEAR EXA REY, WHY ARE YOU SO INCOMPETENT? WHY IS U.V ALWAYS GETTING UP TO MISCHIEF UNDER YOUR WATCH? CAN’T YOU DO YOUR JOB”

She stomps her heel bitterly and turns back to you.

EXA REY: I am SICK and TIRED of being trampled. Just tell me where she is. For all our sakes. Got it?

{{PERFORM_AN_ACTION}}

[saltyxtides]

MONTGOMERY WARDEYN.

When Monty showed up for her Valentine’s Day visit for her brother she entered with a big over zealous and over dramatic hug for him. She set a ginormous basket of decandant candies and chocolates from all over the world down first. Then she smothered him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day brother of mine. Your Valentine has arrived. Aren’t you happy now? Cherish it now before you get stuck with mother all night. She’s already in the bathtub gin. Good luck with that.”

“I know I’m the best thing that ever happened to you and the highlight of your day. I’m the blessing of your life. You don’t even have to say it. I know you’ll never have a real girl out there for a Valentine but I got all prettied up, just for our dance. Don’t carry on how I’m better than another girl because I’ll never leave you like you always do, but it is true. I never will. Never, ever, EVER. Okay, I have a date after dropping you off with mom, but it’s for you too. She’s making me play shadow caddy. Ew. But, I love, uv you, wuv you.”  

Then she’d back up and do a little spin for him so he could see her dress all in pale pink lace. It was something designer though the real Bayden rarely called these things out, just told her she looked so pretty.

“Now where is it? Before we dance. Show me what little drawing or confection you’ve whipped up for me this year. Is it a poem? A song? Gimme, gimme.” Then she plopped herself right into his lap like an ever so close space invading sister might. “What quaint little BayBay way have you chosen to honor me this year?”

( @montywonmom​ )

       MONTGOMERY W a r d e y n buzzed around like she’d guzzled every drop of espresso.  Her actions were downright condescending like a Katy Perry parody video.  && they finally understood where Bayden’s arrogance stems from: that. 

       Dozen’s of times they had rehearsed Monty’s return in there head — the dramatic embrace, the exacting chosen gifts pattern last’s Christmas greetings.  They’re own breath felt tight, as if the walls were pressing in being constricted by something as dangerous as a python hugging them back weakly.  

       “ Happy Valentine’s Day, little sister. ”  A spin off of Montgomery’s own words used.  Only they didn’t look happy about Monty’s statement about DR.W a r d e y n.  The mama boy’s persona.  It was easy to show how they truly felt on the inside. A fiery scowl that felt like it wasn’t going away anytime soon.

       The more && more time they spent with Montgomery, in Bayden’s body the more his sister reminded them of Mother Gothel.  Only it’s the sibling addition Instead of listening through it, Monty’s voice began to sound tiny && helium high-pitched, as far away as an echo.

       If Bayden was meant to be controlled, that idjit would have come with a mother fucking remote.  But guess what?  He’s is own person.  What did his own sister really know about him?  It’s worse that his own sister didn’t even think about the concept of him ever falling in love.

       Could be a thing someday!  Anything was possible, but if it didn’t revolve around her, she wouldn’t notice.  He is a qualified person.  Not bothering to listen much after that, thus they lose more brain cells in the process.  Not quite looking to happy && keeping there thoughts to themselves.

       Only to be re-awakened into the moment when Monty sat on there lap.  Who did she think they were?  Jolly old St. Nicholas.  Wasn’t she a little to old to be sitting on his brother’s lap like this.  It was a high level of uncomfortable-ness, as she needed to leave room for the holy spirit.

       Not that they even believed in the holy spirit!  But damn girl give some space.  “ It’s not much. “ Taking a small bundle of daffodils — wrapped in yarn to hold it together ( god forbid the string nurse would come back again knowing Bayden’s luck ).  Freshly picked from the Asylum Grounds.

       Pink lemonade rock candy.  Though they couldn’t match Bayden's real skill of CHEF B o y b a y d e n style.  This was still food-relative?  Also re-using the cupcakes they made for them would have been safe, but let’s face it.  The calories consumption of a cupcake ( 131+ c. ) vs. rock candy ( 15 - 50 c. ).  

      It would be a waste to give them to her if she would just throw them away in the end.  Only now they had to try to finish things quickly between them.  As they didn’t want to stay anymore longer than they should.  “ Monty I’m not in the mood right now to stick around, fake a dance, so let’s JUST l e a v e.”