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Hearts are wild creatures

Dad!Steve Harrington x Mom!Reader

Halloween, 1999

A simple worn-before couple’s costume and drinks with friends. Kissing like teenagers and hushed voices. You and Steve, a night to make up for lost time before Halloween-morning with your two little girls.

Takes place two years after soft slow, morning glow

Word count: 6.4k

Contents: Parent!Steve & Reader. Explicit (18+) - oral (f!receiving), p-in-v sex (reader is on birth control, but wrap it up, friends!). Breeding kink. Parental domesticity - Steve & Reader have two kids, mention of a difficult pregnancy, sickeningly sweet domestic fluff.

Author’s note: This started as soft Halloween-flavoured domesticity and then I imagined Steve dressed as Johnny Castle… we couldn’t not go there. 

Thank you @specialagentmonkey for proofreading and being wonderful. And for watching ST from the start with me! And thank YOU, dear reader, for being here. I hope you enjoy it!

Tucked away in the Chicago suburbs, your little house matches its companions in the cosy cul de sac; the residents of Elm Crescent had transformed their homes and gardens into a Halloween Wonderland as exciting for the adults as it was for the kids. You knew you had made the right choice buying your first home here. 

The garden has been prepared for a night of costumed trick-or-treaters, the path flanked by two homemade sheet-ghosts and leaves raked in vain leaving the green lawn clear for those that fell since yesterday afternoon. Four carved pumpkins guard the house from their spot on the front steps, arranged from largest to littlest - one for each of you.

Inside, tissue-paper ghosties with wobbly marker-drawn smiles made by tiny hands float on lengths of thread, seasonal art projects take pride of place in the kitchen, and paper bats guard the stairs from their hanging place on the spindles. Nothing too scary to frighten a four and nearly-two-year-old, all brightly childish orange and purple and green, smiling instead of scaring. 

Halloween fell perfectly in ‘99 - a Sunday night for tricks and treats meant that you and Steve could make grown-up plans on Saturday. A simple worn-before couple’s costume, a competent and willing babysitter, and drinks with friends in a too-loud bar that you all left early to get pizza and a cab home. It was later than you had stayed up or out in months, maybe years, and you both felt almost giddy with excitement. Far from the late and boozy Halloween nights of your early years as a couple, it was exactly the night you and Steve had wanted. 

Back home, your Johnny and Baby costumes were barely folded before you crawled into bed together and kissed like off-the-leash teenagers, keeping your voices and giggles low while your babies slumbered peacefully down the hall. 

After paying the babysitter from across the street, making sure she got home safe, neither you nor Steve could resist a peek at the two sleeping girls when you got home, both sentimental (and a little broody again) as you held each other gazing at their little dreaming faces. Beth with her bunny-teddy pillowing her cheek (reminding you to wash it soon with lavender detergent and steaming hot water) and Ava, sweet little Ava, starfishing in her crib. Your tiny girl takes up so much space in your hearts, pulls attention in every room she enters with her big brown eyes and honey-blonde hair; she is your little cherub. 

You had missed them on your night out, tried not to count the minutes since you had left or until you got home to them. Steve had felt the same, but you knew they were safe and (hopefully) sleeping. So, you tried and succeeded in letting yourselves be distracted by your brilliant little group of friends, strong drinks and each other - all of which came easily, with warm cheeks and loud laughter, stolen kisses while your friends pretended to take offence that you loved each other more than them. 

Now, at home in your cosy little bedroom, Steve’s hand skates upward, feeling the dips and curves of your body as your lips lock in a needy kiss. Smiling against your mouth, he greedily swallows the soft noise pulled from your throat. His hand finds its home, cupping your breast through soft shell-pink satin, as the other holds your hand pinned to the sunshine-coloured cotton sheet.

Two kids later and he is still utterly obsessed with you, in love with all of you - especially the bumps and marks of motherhood that came with each perfect girl. You had spent most of the night tucked to his side, pretty pink contrasting his tight black shirt and jeans. Robin had tried to sit between you at one point and you had been hauled onto the warm sturdy throne of Steve’s lap, his chin on your shoulder as he argued with his best friend over whether they should do karaoke or shots next. Except for quests to the bar for more drinks and a few trips to the bathroom, you hadn’t been without his warm touch since you left the house. He would have held your hand while you peed if he could, would have accompanied you to the bar except your friends forced you to be apart ‘for five fuckin’ minutes, dude.’

His lips skate lower, abandoning your kiss-swollen lips to nibble your jaw and seek out that spot on your neck while his thumb presses firmly against your nipple. Your brow creases in pleasure when he finds it; the quiet gasp ‘Steve’ is whispered into his hair, edging toward a whimper. 

“Mmhm? M’here, baby.” Tipsy from a lower alcohol tolerance and drunk on you, Steve’s voice is hot against your neck. 

Your fingers wrap over his own as he presses you into the mattress, his black Calvin Klein’s straining with need, with want. Your own underwear have been damp since his hand settled on your thigh in the cab at the start of the night. 

Your fingers slide into Steve’s hair, directing him back to your lips as his thigh slots snugly into the apex of your spread legs. 

“Yeah? There?” he murmurs, smiling cockily.

It had been far too long since you had time alone like this; too tired after work or parenting, one or both of you needed to dry tears and check for monsters after a bad dream just as hands began to wander beneath the covers. 

Your hips roll, electrified, grinding on the firm bulk of his thigh. “Please, Stevie…” 

You both know you could get off like this and if he thought that was what you really wanted - what you needed - Steve would let you. He would gladly watch you come undone, guide your hips and be whatever you need him to be. But neither had forgotten your hot whisper against his ear as Eddie carried a tray of drinks and shots back to your table earlier; the way your lips grazed Steve’s neck as you so quietly asked him to fuck you into the mattress when you got home. 

You had watched his eyes blow wide and pressed a rose-pink kiss to his cheek (warm and blushing) while your friends placed bets on when Baby Harrington the Third would be coming. 

Steve peels himself back, kneeling on the bed as he palms himself at the sight of you. You feel saliva pool under your tongue as you rake your eyes from his thighs, over that substantial bulge, and up his furry chest. He is nothing short of breathtaking, and Steve thinks just the same of you. 

Your fingers slip over the nude lace of your underwear, biting your lip when you brush over the damp spot visible even in the low light from the bedside lamp. You don’t play long, already too worked up, and push your panties down toward your thighs with a lift of your hips. 

Steve takes over, like a baton-pass, and eases your legs up against his chest with your feet against his shoulder. Your underwear is slipped off and thrown carelessly behind him, somewhere on the floor. He presses kisses to your calf, a curving path up over your ankle and the top of your foot before each leg is laid down gently on either side of his spread knees. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows before pushing yourself up to sit and meet Steve for another kiss; it is smiling and sweet and a little dirty. Your fingers hook into his waistband before taking a greedy handful of his unfairly pert behind, making him laugh against your mouth. 

“You going to give me what I want?” you murmur, kissing his chin. Your other hand slips down the front side, fingers wrapping around to squeeze his hard length as you look up through your lashes. 

“Anything. Everything.” Steve’s eyes flutter closed and he cups your cheek in one huge hand, blindly bringing you back in for another kiss. 

Your voices are just loud enough for each other to hear in the golden glow of your bedroom. You miss the days when you could be loud, but wouldn’t change it - take a day trip to the past perhaps, when you didn’t have to restrain your desire to a quick fuck after dark, or during nap time while the washer and dryer run in the background like white noise,

Maybe in a few weeks, before the craziness of the holidays, you can stow away to a hotel for a night or two and cash in on the babysitting offer from Aunties Robin and Nancy. 

But tonight is perfect nonetheless. It’s perfect when you shove Steve’s briefs down his thighs and when his fingers skate over your back to undo your bra (before it joins your underwear and his on the floor). You lay back, taking Steve with you, and hook your leg over his hip and bring him as close as you can all over again. 

All there is right now is you and Steve. You’re well-practised enough to be quiet. 

Covetous hands palm over hips, fingers thread into hair, pulling each other close and closer still. Steve finds his home between your thighs and leans over, dipping to kiss you as his fingers press and tease, push inside you with care. His fingers stretch just right and curl up to seek out the place that makes you drool. 

“Lemme have a little taste?” he asks against your mouth, smiling when a whine catches in your throat. “Yeah? Can I?” 

“So greedy.” Your cheeks are warm and crease when his smile sets you off. 

“I am. I can’t get enough of you.” His straight white teeth nip your lower lip, a bite he soothes with his tongue. “I think you love it…” 

You gasp as his fingers curl again before he withdraws them, and watch as he licks your wetness from them. 

Steve winks as his lips trail lips lower, over your chest and the softness of your tummy, your hips and the places on your thighs that jiggle a little bit. Steve presses a feathery kiss to your swollen bud before licking out his tongue to part your lips

Steve’s prone to getting sidetracked down there - not that you would ever complain about your husband who loves to go down on you - but you have been thinking of being railed by him since last Wednesday. 

The begged-for ‘little taste’ quickly becomes so much more.

There’s nothing ‘little’ about Steve - not his hands or his thighs, his biceps or his manhood, or his heart. His appetite for you certainly is not little or lacking either. With his hand on your thigh, the other on the cheek of your ass, he makes your thighs tremble with a few skilful licks and the soft suck of his mouth. His nose rests and nudges against the pudge of your mound, darkened eyes fixed on you as he flicks his tongue.

He watches how your jaw drops, the crease in between your brows. You feel dizzy, anchored only by the weight of his hand spreading your thigh higher, wider for him. 

The burning want in your belly flames hot and bright as Steve buries his face between your thighs. His tongue presses firm and flat, encouraged when your fingers slide into his hair to keep him ‘right there, oh!’ 

Silenced by your own hand, you feel that white-hot tight-winding feeling as his fingers slide home again. The sound of his wet mouth on you sounds so loud, the same volume as the throb of your heart, the blood rushing in your ears. A whimper of Steve’s name is stifled, a high choked-up noise in your throat as his scalp burns from tugging fingers. 

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, amped up and tightly wound after a night of teasing and wanting, and the long groping make-out and grind in the kitchen after the babysitter left.

Steve’s solid weight keeps your hips low to the bed, even when your back arches sharply.  An expert at your pleasure now, seeking it out and making you see stars every time, he keeps up the pace and pressure, with his fingers and tongue. He knows what you need, how you like it - never stale, never disappointing. 

Your body attempts to curl up on itself, feeling too good. Slowly, carefully, Steve drags his mouth to kiss your shaky thigh before making his way back to lie alongside you. His damp fingers, wrap around his diamond-hard length to give some sort of relief. 

Glowing and giggly, you gaze up at him and drag Steve in for a kiss. “Knew you were a greedy boy.” Your voice is quietly breathy, shaking with that post-orgasm wobble as he laughs against your mouth. 

“Got carried away. Sue me.” His voice is a low murmur. 

Cupping his cheek, you skate your thumb along the bone. He’s so gorgeous, gold-toned in the nighttime light. Your fingertips brush the moles on his cheek as Steve kisses you again; beneath the musk of you on his tongue, you can still taste the lingering whiskey notes from your night out.

Pulled right up against him, you feel the hard and soft of Steve’s body, the fur of his chest and thighs. He found two grey hairs on his chest earlier in the year which almost caused an existential crisis - only solved with your tweezers and a tonne of kisses and promises that you would still adore him when every hair on his body was shiny silver. 

“You wanna be on your back or front?” he asks, squeezing your side.

The question makes that inferno in your tummy begin to burn hotter again. You think of how good it feels when he’s behind you, thighs slapping against the back of your own, the way he stretches you and hits that place deep inside. And yet, you need to see him tonight - you are so dreamily in love with him that not having his lips on yours might just make you expire. 

“Back. Pass me that cushion?” 

As you get comfy, Steve takes himself in hand again and settles himself between your legs. His non-busy hand runs through his hair - still a glorious mane into his thirties, despite a few shorter cuts over the years - and you are reminded of the pretty-boy you fell for almost a decade ago.

Steve catches you smiling and palms your leg as you settle on either side of his hips. He matches the little grin and dips forward to kiss you, nuzzling your noses together. 

“What’s got you smilin’ like that, huh?” he asks, running the head of his cock through your wetness before tapping it at the top. 

He watches your lashes flutter, the way you bite your lip. 

“Just thinkin’ about you, handsome,” you murmur, “You always make me smile.” 

He grins and kisses you again, both feeling like young loves again despite the aches and pains and the mortgage and the two kids sleeping down the hall. “I fuckin’ love you,” Steve whispers. 

“I love you,” you murmur back, running your fingers into your love’s hair as the other hand grabs his wrist. “Please? Been waiting all night, Stevie…”

His lips melt the put-on pout and together you guide him inside. The stretch of him has got easier over the years, well practised at love-making and fucking like rabbits alike. He’s gentle when he needs to be, rougher when you both want it like that. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Sorry for making my girl wait,” he murmurs as he slides all the way in.

Eyes fluttering closed at the stretch-and-fill, Steve starts off with a slow grind that makes your jaw drop. He murmurs quiet swears at how warm-wet you feel around him, squeezing him tight as his hips draw halfway back before going all the way in again. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, and braces one hand by your head with the other splayed wide on your side. Your hips lift with him, legs propped high to open you up wider for him. 

For a scant second, you want to ask if his back hurts - he pulled something at basketball drills last week and you had massaged on Tiger Balm morning and night for a few days until the twinging stopped. The hard flick of his hips makes the question vanish from your mind, his cock dragging and hitting just right. 

“Oh god,” you whisper-gasp, jaw hanging open.

“I know, baby. M’sorry it’s been so long. M’a bad husband, huh? Leaving my poor wife needy and un-fucked.” His voice is hot and rough against your cheek, breath tickling your ear as he finds his rhythm. “Gonna make it up to you, yeah?” 

You squeeze the back of his neck, giggling. “Make it up to me all you want.” He palms over your hip, hiking it higher before leaning over you again. “Fuck, Steve. Feels so good.”

Your eyes dip to the gold chain hanging around his neck, watching how it sways in rhythm to how he’s fucking you. You bring your hand to where it rests against his neck, guiding Steve’s mouth to yours again. His breath huffs hot against your lips, tongues sliding in a dirty kiss. 

The wet click of parting lips sounds loud in Steve’s ears when you break away, moaning his name against his chin when his thrusts hit deeper, harder. 

“Shhh, I know you wanna be loud, sweetheart. I know you feel good.” His voice is like lava dripping as he kisses your neck. 

You pinch your lips together, the moan caught in your throat comes out as a high hum. 

Steve is so hard. His pants felt too tight all night; half hard since he saw you in your little pink dress. It only got worse, harder not to ask you to meet him in the bathroom, when you sat on his lap and toyed with the back of his hair, whispered in his ear before slipping into conversation with Nancy about something totally different. 

The slick-tight-hot feeling, the way you pulse around his cock, makes that tense coil of pleasure low in his gut wind tighter. His chest feels like 

You can’t help but fall a little more in love with him, hypnotised by the swinging gold chain, the circles he rubs against your hip and the way his styled hair falls over his forehead.

Squeezing your thighs around him, you bring your legs up and tilt your hips higher. Steve adjusts the stance of his knees and slows his thrusts to a deep grind, the tip of him brushing your cervix. You can feel all of him pressed right up against you, inside and out. 

“Oh fuck.. fuck, Steve.” Your voice is thin and strained, like a thread about to snap. 

“Yeah, baby. I’ve got you,” he whispers, biting down on his own lower lip. “God, you’re so pretty. So sexy.” 

The air in your bedroom feels humid and heavy, like a thunderstorm, waiting for lightning to crack and split the sky, waiting for a downpour. 

Steve moves his hand from your hip, gliding over your pelvis to feel how he makes you bulge just a bit before his fingers begin circling your sticky-damp clit. Just quick enough, firm enough, mean enough. 

Your back arches, quiet voice babbling with incoherence at how intense it feels. “I’mgonnacomeohgodstevestevefuck…”

“Come on baby, come for me. Let me feel it,” he pants, hitting deep and hard. He’s so close, barely holding on to himself. 

You hold him tight to you as you come, fingers tugging in his hair as the other hand claws and digs into the meat at the top of his ass. 

Overwhelmed, a sweet shock of release hits you like lightning and opens the floodgates. 

Steve holds you just as close, anchored to each other. Whispering hot words of praise against your mouth, he gazes into your watery eyes sparkling with tears - he makes you feel that good. 

“Oh baby, I’ve got you. You okay?” he asks, so tender. He leans over you, wrapping his arm beneath your lower back as the other braces his weight along his forearm. One huge hand cups your face and wipes your tears. There’s mascara smudged beneath your eyes, and you look beautiful. 

There’s that smile he loves; wobbly and lovely. A giggle-sob bubbles from those sweet kiss-bitten lips. “Fuck, Steve..” 

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Want me to pull out, is it too much?” 

You shake your head against the duvet, your hair a mess. “No, no. Don’t... Wanna feel you.” Your voice is slurred, love drunk. 

That makes him throb. He kisses you again and runs his nose along yours. “M’close,” he whispers, beginning a slow-dragging thrust inside your soaked and still-fluttering body. 

You can see it, how close he is, and feel it in how his rhythm has faltered. His brows pinch, smearing wet kisses to your shoulder as he tucks his face into your neck. 

“I’ve got you, Stevie. You’re so good,” you whisper, stroking the back of his neck. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” 

A grunting groan is smothered against your shoulder as Steve stills and shudders on top of you. His hips pump slow and hard as he comes inside with your name on his lips, making you shiver too. 

His weight settles, sinking you into the mattress in the best way. This is exactly what you had missed so much. As much as you fervently adore actually having sex with Steve Harrington, there is something so special about lying with him in the afterglow. 

Sweat-sticky and breathless, you stroke through his hair and press your lips into his hair. The hairspray scent lingers, clinging to the scent of shampoo beneath the smoke from cigarettes bummed from his bad-influence-best-friend Eddie. There was something about the smoke-tinged kisses that made you feel extra feral for him on the way home. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you whisper, laughing softly when his sigh tickles your neck. 

“But you’re so comfortable.” 

Lifting his head, Steve smiles all pink-cheeked and dozy. “So beautiful too,” he murmurs, inching forward to kiss you. 

The wet noise from below makes you both laugh like teenagers and you take your turn to hide your face. 

“You take your birth control today?” he asked, easing himself up and out of you slowly, carefully. His eyes can’t look away from where he drips from you. 

“Mhm. Sorry, big boy.” You grab a tissue from the bedside table, wiping yourself gently before you mess up the duvet cover. You had both agreed, after having Ava, to wait a few years before adding to your nest again - it had been Steve’s idea after your less-than-easy second pregnancy. For a man with a bit of a breeding kink and a dream of a family the size of a field hockey team, he was wonderfully considerate. 

He kisses you again before standing to find his pyjama pants; he leaves out one of his sweaters and a pair of shorts for you too - sleeping naked was a dangerous game with two small kids. 

Clean-faced and exhausted and happy, you curl up together in bed after a few sleepy kisses and a playful argument about who would get up with Ava in the morning. As if Steve would ever miss a chance to let you sleep and steal the morning smiles from your youngest all for himself.

“You won’t even hear me sneak. M’a ninja,” he murmurs tiredly against the back of your neck and you can feel his smile. 

“If you say so, ninja boy,” you mumble back, dragging your joined hands up for one more kiss before slipping into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Sunday. Halloween. The best day of the year for your little girls - since the last best day (their Daddy’s birthday in late July). 

Ever a fan of Halloween, and autumn in general, you always wanted to bring your girls up to be excited for Halloween as soon as September began. Still so little, with Play-Dough minds, they had begun to catch on to your excitement and followed soaked it up. Beth especially, four with an expansive imagination, was excited about dressing up and eating candy and watching “Hogus Pogus” with you after dinner. 

Your parental body clocks ring at seven despite the late night. 

You wake to Steve creeping out, blindly bumping into the dresser with a quiet ‘shit’ as Ava calls out for him. This morning his presence was required to brush fat tears from the little one’s pink cheeks and kiss the damp paths they left behind until she was smiling again. 

You hear the youngest babbling as Steve carries her quietly downstairs, hoping she won’t wake you or Beth. The throb of a minor hangover and post-sex ache drags you back under the covers and into a light doze. 

You have another thirty minutes and some change until Beth wakes and realises she misses you, deciding to sneak in before even letting her Dad know she was awake - she wanted to see you hear about your Halloween party with her uncle and aunties and remind you that the best day had finally arrived.

The creaky hinge on the door alerts you - a reminder to ask Steve to show you how to oil it properly this time - you peek an eye open to watch the four-year-old sneak over to stand by the bed on her Dad’s side. She would be content enough with just seeing you, comforted in the knowledge that you were home to spend the day together; her face lights up when she spies you peeking over Steve’s pillow, your hand raised in a little wave. 

“Hi Mommy,” she whispers, dimples showing her delight. 

“Hi Bethie,” you whisper back, beckoning her into Steve’s vacant spot next to you. 

You open the covers to let your big girl in. She folds herself into you for a hug, her head against your chest. 

“I missed you. I missed you sooooo much,” she says, face turned up to look at you like she is a sunflower and you’re the sun. 

“I missed you too, baby.” Her little face cupped in one hand, you press kisses to her forehead and cheeks, her little nose. 

You make a tent big enough for two beneath the covers, lying on your sides facing each other until your giggling makes it too warm and your tummies rumble for the special Halloween breakfast you promise. (You curse yourself a little for that last glass of wine, trying to remember what exactly you had promised until Beth reminds you about the pumpkin-shaped pancakes). 

Wrapped in your soft dressing gown, you follow Beth down the stairs, hearing Ava’s happy-baby babble in the kitchen as she eats her half-banana breakfast appetizer. The decorations look a little silly and rough around the edges in the morning light, but still, your little home feels like a perfect pocket of happiness.

Beth jumps into the kitchen with an excited-but-not-very-spooky ‘BOO!’ for Steve. 

When she sees him, nursing coffee and Advil with a messy bedhead and tired smile, he quickly becomes Beth’s golden light source as her beaming face turns to him. 

“Woah! You scared me!” he says, clutching his heart before dipping to scoop her up. 

You try not to laugh at his Dad-groan and the cracking crunch of his knees as he stands, instead shuffling in your slippers to Ava in her highchair. 

Her hands bash on the tray, smushing banana with fierce excitement as you peck kisses all over her pretty cherubic face. 

Beth leans her head against Steve, playing with the string of his hastily thrown-on hoodie as she tells him about the dream she had and how he has to take lots of pictures of her costume later to send to your extended family. 

Spotting his bare feet on the kitchen tiles, you slip into the laundry room to find a pair of socks for him to wear. Resistant to ‘old man slippers’, you tuck them into his front pocket as you peck his lips and move him and Beth away from the counter so you can start on breakfast. You steal a sip of his coffee, wrinkling your nose at the lack of sweetness before shooing him and Beth to sit with Ava at the table. 

“What was Uncle Teddy dressed as?” Beth asks, head against Steve’s chest so she looks at him upside down. 

“He was a vampire. But he just wore his normal clothes and some silly teeth.” Steve rolled his eyes dramatically - he had seen vampire Eddie all the way back in high school when he was dealing instead of drinking, and again when you all used to drink and party the night away in your early twenties. Yeah you had dressed as Baby and Johnny before, but you had all boo’ed at Eddie when he showed up in the ultimate low-effort costume. 

“Oh. Okay. Vampires is sca’wry though, Daddy!” Beth reminds him. “You and Mommy didn’t go as scar'wies. What about Bobin?” 

You laugh quietly at the nickname Robin has had since Beth started speaking, and her simple way of humbling Steve about his own costume (and yours). 

“Robin dressed up as Elton John. You know the song you like, Benny & the Jets? She dressed up as the guy who sings that song. And Can You Feel The Love Tonight. He sings that too.” Steve is a wee bit distracted, nibbling the chunk of crushed banana offered from Ava’s fist.

“Bobin was Simba?” Beth’s eyes are wide, excited. She doesn’t seem bothered about her lack of scary costume, only yours.

“No babe. Elton John, he’s a singer. She had big glasses on and a sparkly jacket. You know he sings... Um. ‘Rocketmaaan, burning up his fuel out there alone..’ you like that one. I’ll find the tape later.”

Ava squeals in delight when he sings, so Steve indulges her a little more.

As you mix up pancake batter (adding a little food colouring to make them orange like pumpkins), and take two Advil for the dull throb in your head, the soundtrack of Beth and Steve’s conversation makes you smile, interspersed with Ava’s chirpy shouts for attention, her little contributions to the conversation. 

You glance back at the little tableau of Beth on Steve’s lap, his hood pulled over his messy hair (a pair of sunglasses and he would look just the same as your hungover mornings in your first apartment together). His spare hand strokes Ava’s hair, twirling the crushed baby-curls at the back of her head and tickling her chin and neck to make her giggle. 

Beth joins you after a little while, standing on a chair to help mix the batter and supervise your pancake-making with little bits of commentary. 

“That one looks a w’ittle bit squished, Mommy. Daddy can have that one.” 

“Thanks, Beth.” Steve’s voice is muffled behind his second cup of coffee. 

“Welcome Daddy! Mommy, can I has that nice stuff on?” 

“On what, sweets?”

“My pancakes.” You can hear her eye roll, the implied ‘duh, mom’ (thanks Auntie Max). 

“The nice stuff? Syrup?” 

“Yeah! Sir-yup.”

“Yeah okay. A little bit.” You flip another pancake, turning the chocolate chip face down onto the heated pan. “Do you want bacon on the same plate or on the side?”

“Um. Can I dip it?” 

“In the syrup?” 

“Yeah, in that nice stuff.”

“Yeah, you can try dipping it. Who taught you that?”

“Teddy.”

You smirk, “Steve, did you hear that? Betty’s taking after her Uncle’s eating habits.” 

“Which one?” 

“Ed. She’s gonna dip her bacon in syrup.” 

“That’s my girl.”

Beth giggles and turns carefully on the chair to look at him. “No Daddy, you does it all over! You got to dip-dip.” 

“Can you show me how?” Steve asks, he smiles over at her, looking so handsome with the baby standing in his lap now. 

“Magic word?” 

You snort-laugh, tucking your chin to your chest as your shoulders shake; you just about slide the pancake onto a plate without incident. Beth has one hand on her hip, a mini-Steve for sure, giving as good as she gets.

“Are you practising your magic for later?”

“Nooo Daddy. You has to say p’weeeeeeze-uhhh.”

“Okay-uhhhh. Please, pretty princess Bethany, can you show me how to dip my bacon in syrup?”

Bethany considers it and looks at you with a cheeky smile. “Yep! I show you, Daddy!”

You wink at her before helping her pour more batter onto the hot buttered pan, praising her careful steady hand. 

“Beth, can you grab a bib for Ava please?” You’re almost done and know you’ll get it served up quicker if your helper has a special task. 

“Yes! What colour?” her hot cocoa eyes shine with delight to help as you help her down. 

“Surprise me. We have a Halloweeny one for later, so any one you like for breakfast time okay? Dealer’s choice.” You dot a kiss to her head before watching her scurry to check what colour her sister's sleep-suit is. 

“There’s a laundry basket in the living room, babe. The bibs are on top. Do you need help?” Steve asks her, lifting Ava back into her chair before going to get forks and plates and glasses of juice for the table. 

“No tank you.”

You lean back against Steve’s warm chest and tilt your head for a kiss. “Hi. I missed you.” 

“Missed you more,” he murmurs, squeezing the tender spots on your hips as he kisses you slowly and sweetly. A proper kiss for the morning, tasting of coffee and shared banana and sneaked chocolate chips. 

Your fingers brush his jaw, feeling stubble beneath soft fingertips. He won’t shave today, you hope he’ll string it out a couple of days into the work week. 

After another hip-squeeze, he picks out cutlery and you notice how he squints into the drawer. 

“Glasses.”

“Getting them next, chef.”

“No, your glasses Stevie. You’ll get a headache.” 

“I have a headache. I’m blaming Rob for it.”

“It’ll get worse if you don’t put your glasses on, babe.”

You watch him mimicking your correctness with a scrunched nose as he picks out forks and knives. He knows you’re right but he doesn’t have to like it.

Steve gathers everything for breakfast, including Beth’s syrup. 

“I’ll get them in a sec,” he murmurs behind you, waiting for Beth to return with a bib first. 

You smile to yourself and start plating up. 

“Beth, how are we doing on the bib?”

When he looks into the living room, Steve sees Beth with every clean bib around her as she decides. 

“I can’t find one to match!” Beth’s face is a scowl.

“Babe, it doesn’t need to match. Just pick. Please.” Steve tries to be patient. Ava is getting impatient without food or distractions in the kitchen and he hears you chatter to her to try and help. He’s usually good at the diffuse and distract technique, a pro after quasi-parenting more than half a dozen teenagers.

“Can we do a-a spooky one?”

“Um. Sure. This one is kinda autumny?” He holds up the orange and yellow floral one, tiny flowers and green leaves. 

“But Ava’s jammies is pink Daddy! It doesn’t go! It has to be spooky and match!” Beth’s voice turns whiney, a pout on her face. 

Steve pops his head back into the kitchen where Ava is entirely unimpressed with being ignored as you bring over the plates. “Beth would really like it if Ava could have a Halloween bib now, and if it matched her pjs too…”

You watch him suppressing an eye-roll, knowing it would just hurt his head. He looks exactly like Beth. 

“Um, check the laundry room? I left a couple out.” You peek around Steve and see Beth with all of the bibs around her. “Sorry, I should’ve just told her to check in there.” 

“No, it’s fine. Beth, pick those up please and come wash your hands.” 

Steve smooches Ava’s cheek as he passes and palms your side with a squeeze. He picks up a purple bib with bats and a white one with ghosts - he is hopeful that one will suit Beth’s specifications and taste.  He has this Dad thing down to a fine art.

The bigger girl has clean and almost dry hands, pyjama sleeves rolled up her arms by your gentle mom-touch. Her face splits into a grin when Steve presents the choices.

“Yes! The pur-pellll!” she squeaks, bouncing on her feet. 

He dips to pick her up, barely suppressing the dad-groan - but it’s quieter than last time. “My little fashionista, huh? Everything’s gotta match?” He pecks her nose, making it scrunch like a bunny’s. 

When Ava’s got her bib on, distracted by cut-up pumpkin-shaped pancakes and berries (with one slice of bacon), Beth sits in her seat at the table in awe of the jack-o-lantern faces you have created. 

“Spooky enough, babe?” You sip maple-sweetened coffee and smile at her little happy face. 

Her hair is spilling over from her messy bedtime ponytail, which comes more loose as she nods furiously. “So cool! Tank you Mommy!”

“Super cool,” Steve agrees, winking at you across the table. “Thanks, baby.”

You’re just as sexy to him now, as you were last night with your messy hair and the well-loved teddy-print dressing gown. He notices his glasses case by his coffee and you wink back at him over the top of your mug.

With his world more in focus, Steve watches you smile at Ava as she shows you her chunk of pancake. You kiss her cheek, nuzzle into her milk-and-honey scented neck telling her you love her. 

You feel like the littlest one hasn’t had your full attention this morning and you have missed her, feeling mom-guilt to the hilt. Steve will take on dish-duty once the plates are empty and bellies are full, giving you time with your girls. 

There are a few last-minute decorations and chores you want to make time for in between kid-friendly movies, dressing the girls in their costumes - Beth as a tiny cute witch and  Ava as a cosy pumpkin. The girls are your number one priority today, making core memories for them and taking one hundred and one photos for the albums. Ava is still too little to really soak it in but she takes enough notice to nourish her little mind. 

You and Steve will fill out the candy for trick-or-treaters, and hold little hands when the girls go door to door in your own cul de sac. When they’re tucked up in bed, you will pick through the candy leftovers and curl up to watch one scary film followed by a non-scary one as a balm before you sleep. 

For now, you sit back and share a loving smile with Steve, your socked feet brushing beneath the breakfast table. 

What a treat. 

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are absolutely adored and cherished ❤️ 

[nicoleeblossom]

Multiple Characters x Reader...

main masterlist📌 | Multiple x Reader Part 2

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Works by @miniwheat77

Sizes. 141+Alejandro x Reader: Who has the biggest dick?

By Nature, She’s Naughty: Y/n was a wild one

Works by @mistydeyes

Hunk-o-mania Pt.1: The boys thought wrong, now they’re performing

Playboy Bunny Pheonix Edition Pt.2: The boys are very pleased with the solution

Opposite Occupations Pt.1: They realize that all the long hours are worth it

Take A Walk In My Shoes Pt.2: A day in your life

Almost Military Wives GC Pt.3: What goes on when the boys are deployed

Works by @sprout-fics

Afterburn: Just 6 dudes taking care of their girl

Poly 141 x Reader: It takes weeks, month for you all to put the place in order, and by the end of it all, you’re exhausted

Works by @loveindefinitely

Need To Listen To Me: that was a flaw. A genuine character fault, and Price was cementing that fact in this very room

Lust for Life: You’re suddenly all too desperate to get back at your father and experiment a thing or two

Works by @the-californicationist

They Help You Practice: You smiled to yourself, eager to push more of their buttons. 

The Window, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7:

Works by @charliemwrites

From SpecGru With Love

Men at Work

Works by @tojisun

Nosy Neighbours

Sugar, Spice, Everything on Ice

Keeping Him Quiet

141 + König First Word Reactions by @starstruckmiraclekitty: Reactions to their babies’ first words

Be Gentle Man Pt.1 and Be Gentle Man Pt.2 by @rileyslibrary: Etiquette training

Breeding Team by @sirenmoth: AU where reader is an omega who took suppressants

Strip Poker Pt.1 by @catsnkooks: Soap’s CO brought out some cards

Cachorrita Pt.1 and Cachorrita Pt.2 Los Vaqueros x Reader by @lxstfathier: Caught in the middle of narco violence, you are taken in

Civillian Asset by @cuckoo-on-a-string: There’s blood under your nails and a threat to your life

Sparrow by @diejager: Their tense shoulders slouched, finally knowing where you went

With Them, Who Swallowed a Star by @vellichor-of-the-solivagant: Now, he made music out of you

Home is Where You Are by @1-ker0sene-1: "Taking good care of our boys John…You always do…Making sure you all come home to me again”

Cook!reader x 141 and The Assistant by @bookbrokelibrarian:

Lift Me Off My Feet by @lovifie:

Cherry Bomb by @swordsandholly

FFS Riley Collection by @dozeydaisy

Dad!141 x Mama!Reader by @baduzzxy

Mafia!141 AU, Ext. by @ghouljams

Suite 141 by @mangowafflesss

Contractors!141 by @kyletogaz

Down the Hatch by @syoddeye

Frozen Hearts Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7 by @lushrve

Can’t Stop Thinking About Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Pt.8, Pt.9, Pt.10 by @a-b-riddle

Free Use by @bzurk

Really Good Neighbours by @dragonnarrative-writes

Whole Other Notebook by @auspicioustidings

Retired!141 x Rancher!Reader by @purple-moonbeam

Lifeline by @indigosunsetao3

Ranking by @gardenthatneversleeps

You’re Only Sixteen by @siddyyyyyyyy

On The Run by @devil-in-hiding

Hair Series by @kyletogaz

Secret Baby by @gloomwitchwrites

The Office AU by @flowerfreya

Loop by @eevee-of-eternity

Restaurant Au! 141 by @disgustingtwitches

Blue-Collar!141 x Reader by @xo-codbby

Naps to Lovers by @i-love-you-just-the-same

Y/N Being Feral for Her Future Husband by @feralgoblinqueen

Mafia!141 by @cordeliawhohung

Neglected Reader by @simonbrain

Lavender Marriage Pt.1 and Pt.2 AU by @beloveds-embrace

Services/Goods of Equivalent Value by @auspicioustidings

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Can we get headcanons for nonhuman Epel? I feel like he's often overlooked even though you seem to have a soft spot for him

While I will enjoy whatever you decide his nonhuman counterpart to be, I ask you to consider him as a bunny boy

Rabbits are very cute but their bites can tear up tendons and their kicks could kill smaller animals hedgehog riddle so don't let the appearance fool you

Hmm, I don't have a whole lot right now but...

Vil really hates Epel's need to dig.

Rabbits are natural diggers. Blame it on their wild cousins who burrow for nesting. House rabbits dig for fun, too. It... can also lead to him possibly "rearranging" the Pompom dorms carpet, or sneaking out and getting himself pretty dirty, looking satisfied till Vil has him by his scruff.

He can't help it, it's in his nature and the smell of the soil reminds him of home. Don't be surprised if he tries making his own burrow under Ramshackle, he thinks no one knows about it but Rook does...he always does.

Chinning...ever notice your rabbit rubbing its chin on things? It’s marking its territory with invisible bunny graffiti. “This human? Yep, they're mine.” His scent glands are under his chin so expect that to be getting rubbed on you, along with getting covered in his lavender fur, bunnies shed a lot.

He sure as heck has strong kicks but do you know just how bad those claws can be? My grandpa grabbed a wild rabbit the wrong way and that little thing cut up strips of skin and flesh on his arm and bled like crazy. Epel is gonna kick, scratch, and bite and come back to you with a torn-off piece of the guy's uniform in his mouth as a trophy, looking proud and cute with a flick to his tail.

Speaking of tails did you know bun tails are actually a bit long?

Though you're admittedly the only one who's going to find out since he's not going to let anyone else mess with it.

He's def an angry foot thumper who gets even angrier when told how adorable he looks doing it.

[sunfloweraro]

More Pink Bunny AU

It’s finally bath time for Bunny!!

@thatonecrazysidekick and @tiredgaytheatrekid Bunny is finally clean and floofy!! (And smelling very nice!)

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Holding Bunny under one arm, Hyrule slathered soap over his hands, then passed the bar back to Wild. Then, he began to scrub at Bunny’s fur. To his credit, the rabbit remained mostly still over his arm, his hind legs occasionally kicking in the water. The soap suds quickly turned brown with mud, and once every inch of Bunny was brown and sudsy and smelling of lavender and swamp, he dipped the rabbit in the water again, washing away the suds. He ran his fingers through Bunny’s fur, easing out clumps of mud and blood, watching as they trailed downstream.

Hyrule frowned as he worked, clearing the soap from Bunny’s head. He applied another layer of soap to the cleaner fur, taking care to scrub right down to the skin, to gently massage it into his ears, but the second wash did nothing to clear the colour.

Bunny’s fur was bright pink.

“I’ve never seen a rabbit with pink fur,” Wild commented, reaching out to pet Bunny’s head, flinching back when Bunny snapped at him. “No touching, got it!”

“We thought all this was blood, buddy,” Hyrule commented, scratching lightly at Bunny’s head, smiling when he leaned into the touch. Bunny let him pet him, and Hyrule felt special for it. “I’m glad it isn’t. You’ve a lovely coat on you.”

Bunny lifted his head and preened at the compliment, to Hyrule’s amusement.

With Bunny clean and beginning to shiver, Hyrule was quick to call Twilight over to the nearest rock and pass the rabbit off to the only other Link he was comfortable with. Twilight was ready with a little fluffy towel and scooped Bunny up into it. As Twilight began to dry Bunny, scrubbing away at clean damp fur, Hyrule rested his arms over the sun-warmed stone, setting his head over them and watching contentedly.

“Pink’s an interestin’ colour,” Twilight commented as he ran the corner of the towel over the space between Bunny’s ears. “I was worried his fur was stained with…”

“Me too,” Hyrule said. “I’ve never seen a rabbit with pink fur.”

“Could be an era-specific thing,” Twilight said with a shrug. “I’ve learnt not to question it.”

Hyrule chuckled, watching fondly as Twilight began to carefully dry Bunny’s ears, one at a time, pressing the towel over them. Bunny’s eyes began to droop, exhausted and relaxed. Twilight finished up with one last run of the towel over Bunny’s back. As he removed the towel, Hyrule couldn’t help the snicker that escaped him when he saw Bunny’s fur. With Twilight’s firm drying, his fur had fluffed up so he looked twice his usual size.

“Awww,” he couldn’t help but comment. “Bunny, you’re all floofy.” He reached out for the rabbit, but Twilight slapped his hand away.

“Absolutely not. Yer all wet and dirty still. Now finish up with yer own bath—ya reek.”

Hyrule stuck his tongue out at Twilight, but acquiesced, sinking back into the cool water. He watched fondly as Twilight scooped Bunny up into his arms, Bunny easily settling his head over Twilight’s shoulders, his front paws beneath his chin. He watched Bunny’s cute little face as it drifted away from him, back over to the fire. And then Wild pounced on him, dragging him underwater and tearing him out of his fond reverie.

“Champion!”

[dayloid]

Hi and hello there! I wanted to give a little introduction of myself and yes, i know it sounds boring to put here but…

I’m an shy, introverted female who is both an artist and an editor (with a hint of being a “beginner” writer). I am also into nature and learning new things I am interested in ^^

I love mint, lavender, early vaporwave enjoyer, sweets, and fashion <3

My hyerfixations are Lil Squeaky (he’s just my fav artist now gahh), Parappa (probably), Bunny Malony, Wild Manes, and Mr. Driller <3

Please DNI if you’re a grøøm3r, into fetish/n$fw content, heterophobic, pro-woke, against christianity (i’m christian btw), and ppl under 16. Thank you ~v~

Uhh…BYF, I’m black and mild autistic. - If I may confuse you while having conversations, I’m sorry haha, just please be nice and aware of that. Thanks! - I’m also half-weird/normal

Now, ehh…where do I go from here?

Oh! Most of them are parappa stuff so here are some of my artworks I’ve made as an example. :)

You can also find my art on other socials:

Twitter/X: ponliestar66

IG: day.loid

Asks are officially open!! Click/Tap here.

I have discord so feel free to contact me if you like (I’m somewhat active there): duskidawnuwu

That’s all I can show you. cya ^_^

.•*stay unique my dear*•.

[heliosthegriffin]

Jaune makes some corrections

Jaune had liked to think he came a long way as he entered his third year at Beacon, at least compared to himself when he entered the academy, in terms of strength, speed, stamina, skill with his weapon, confidence, and leadership.

But, unfortunately, he found that his ability to get into involved in rumors had also improved.

He stood in front of the podium looking out among the crowd, trying to look as calm as Ren and as unimpressed as Weiss, to varying degrees of success. Because today, he had to correct some rumors going around.

"I don't run a sex cult, end of story." The leader said with all the finality and annoyance he could manifest into his voice before he then he turned around to walk out of the auditorium.

The gathered students, first through fourth years going wild behind him.

It made him want to cry as he heard behind him how civilizations mighty protectors were throwing tantrums like children.

He stopped and turned around. "What?!" Jaune yelled out into the crowd. "What is it?!" His throat flashing white briefly.

The sudden wave of sound from him, mixed with the frustrated bite to his amplified voice scared the crowed to stillness.

"Alright, it seems I didn't answer the question well enough, alright..." He pointed randomly into the crowd. "You!" He pointed at a short pink haired girl holding her hand up. "What is it?"

"Can we join the sex cult?"

"NO! I don't run a sex cult!"

"Then, why does the entire everyone say you lead a sex cult?"

"Because, I agreed to be a part of an Orgy," Jaune holds up a finger. "Once! Because my girlfriend tricked me to. And only once! I am in a perfectly happy relationship otherwise!" He points at a red head, androgynous looking faunus with a tanuki tail.

"You! What's your question."

"Then why does everyone want you have a sex cult?"

"I don't know?!" Jaune says as he throws up his hands. "I guess it's just one long joke at my expense! Also, no more questions about the sex cult, it doesn't exist!"

"Aw." The crowd sighed.

"Alright, any non-sex cult related questions? Yes, you, what is your question?" Jaune asks, pointing at a tall freshman with lavender hair.

"Yeah, is it true that you have infinite aura?" The freshman asked excitedly.

Jaune sighs. "No, that's just a rumor, I just learned to mix enhanced aura regeneration, something that anyone can do! With my semblance to refill mine back to full in a couple seconds, usually, this helps me refill my teams back to full in under a minute. Infinite is just a exaggeration." The same freshman looked at him with a slack jaw. "You mean you can refill your teammates, The Invincible Girl Pyrrha Nikos, The Berserker Nora Valkyrie, and Shadow Master Lie Ren in under a minute, along with your own?! How is that not infinite!"

"Because it's numerically finite! That's why! Next question!" He points a blue haired short sophomore.

"Is it true you have infinite stamina in which to satisfy your harem?"

Jaune's right eye then started to twitch. "Wow, that is a twofer of bullshit. First off, I do not have a harem! Where does that even come from?! Just because I am in a open relationship does not mean I have a harem!"

"But they're all women?!"

"Ren is a guy, I'm bi!"

"It's not gay if it's Ren!"

Jaune squinted out into the crowd. "Sun? What are you doing out there?"

"Uh, gotta go!"

"You didn't answer about the infinite stamina though!"

Jaune groaned. "No! I don't have infinite stamina, I get tired too!"

"But after how long thought?"

Jaune snapped closed his mouth.

"After how long?"

"Next question?"

"Answer the question! Answer the question!" The crowd chanted.

"Fine! Two days, but I was pretty tired afterwards, next question!" He pointed at a bunny eared fourth year- wait, Velvet?!

"Is it true you have a mammoth sized dick?!"

"The fuck?" Jaune mouthed. "No, just no, it's perfectly normal, average, and man-sized."

"HE LIES! THE BITCH TELLS LIES! IT THE SIZE OF THIS SODA CAN BUT WAY BIGGER!"

"NORA GET OUT OF HERE!" Jaune yelled. "ALSO, SIZE ISN'T THE DECIDING FACTOR IN SEX! EMOTIONAL INTIMACY AND EXPERIENCE ARE MORE IMPORTANT!

"YOU CAN SILENCE ME, BUT YOU CAN'T SILENCE THE TRUTH! HE LIES THE SEX CULT IS-" Nora yells in the middle of the crowd.

Bang.

Jaune puts away the tranquilizer gun, as Nora hits the ground. "So, uh any none sex related questions?"

"Is it true that your the strongest member of your team?"

"No, next question."

"But, you just took down-"

Bang.

Jaune put down the tranquiler gun again. "Alright, I think that's enough questions for today, none of you come around me or my team ever again."

Then he walked away pulling Nora with him.

Only for a hatch to open under the podium, Yang and Blake, plus Pyrrha coming out.

Yang taps the mic. "Yeah, he wasn't lying, he's not a part of the sex cult, and definitely not the leader."

Blake nods her head. "Yeah, he is the sex cult! Thanks to Saint Pyrrha's guidance, we have found the god of our Sex Cult."

Pyrrha blushes. "The cult of Jaune Arc's Penis is held on Wednesday in the Ruins inside the Emerald Forest from 5pm to 7pm, bring your own snacks."

[tomorrowsgardennc]

flower update // october 28th 2024

we actually did all this work yesterday, but it took every last spoon hubs and i had to do it. so i post today what we (finally) did!

we dug holes. a lot of them. but look at the difference here:

clay on the left, which is the entire yard. but ACTUAL SOIL on the right, where a bradford pear tree was when we first moved in and fell down within a month of moving in lmao. it was huge and shaded the entire front yard. i do miss it. but of course it fell down right after we bought the house. that was 2016, and the trunk was not removed but chopped up and decomposed in place. and this was the result.

the best damn soil in the entire front yard.

hubs was a sweetheart and knows my fight on finding good soil and he said he would dig up every last grain of it and put it wherever i meeded LMAO! but instead the flower we planted there will be the best damn flower out of all of them. speaking of all of them...

ta-daaaaa!! all but the cacti are in the ground!! we had to draw a line somewhere because we were both getting tired so i said the cacti can be the ones to wait. but here is the final list:

white rose of sharon (hibiscus)

purple/pink hydrangea (dwarf)

pink butterfly bush (dwarf)

spanish lavender 

false sunflower (native)

spotted bee balm (native)

prickly pear cactus (edible)

now that they are all in their final homes i'm thinking of getting a couple more spanish lavender and false sunflowers... just to scatter them about more. OH and that massive gap that keep bugging me near the right side 😤 is actually where the water line from the city leads to the house. no plants, no raised beds, nothing will go over that line. not just because it's smart but because it's old and needs replaced and costs 8 grand to do so... ain't nobody got money for that. cheaper to just never cover it and when it leaks to pay for a patch. even get a discount if i pre-dig the leak area 🫠 only happened twice so far... didn't want to jinx it by putting an amazing flower over the line.

another important line: what will eventually be the white split rail fence that goes behind these babies!! probably won't be until spring market sales when we can do it. but fences can go in whenever - perennial plants needs to go in now!

another to-do list item for later is the ground cover. we decided yesterday between digging holes to have a mix of wild violets and false strawberries. they're already covering about 20%ish of the front anyway... but next spring ill collect wild violet seeds from the back yard and spread in the front, and i'll buy more false strawberry plants. the wild bunnies adore the false strawberries, and that was enough to sell hubs into the idea. he wants to feed nature, too, and as naturally as possible. since we already have some growing in this area i will not be laying down mulch. just gotta kill the grass every time it starts to get tall.

[bekkathyst]

Clearance Crystal Sale August 4th, 2023 List

To claim an item, please comment on the individual post. The complete rules can be found here.  Please be sure to read the rules before claiming :)

Rare Sericite Included Rose Quartz Teardrops

2. Rare Sericite Included Rose Quartz Spheres

3. Rare Sericite Included Rose Quartz Spheres (Larger)

4. Blue Fluorite Points - Sold Out!

5. Scenic Quartz Freeforms (Larger)

6. Scenic Quartz Freeforms

7. Smoky Quartz Freeforms - Sold Out!

8. Labradorite Leopards - Sold Out!

9. Labradorite Models - Sold Out!

10. Labradorite Paws - Sold Out!

11. Color-Changing Fluorite From England - Sold Out!

12. Rare Dumortierite in Quartz Spheres

13. Lavender Quartz Heart Facets - Sold Out!

14. Tourmaline on Quartz Specimens

15. Aquamarine Crystals

16. Amethyst Bunnies - Sold Out!

17. Morganite Bunnies - Sold Out!

18. Aquamarine Bunnies - Sold Out!

19. Aquamarine Seashells - Sold Out!

20. Heated Amethyst Mushrooms

21. Polished Star Rutile in Quartz - Sold Out!

22. Rainbow Fluorite Unicorns - Sold Out!

23. Chlorite Phantom Quartz Points - Sold Out!

24. Polished Slabs of Lizardite from Italy

25. High-Grade Azurite Crystals from Morocco

26. Cobaltoan Calcite Clusters from Morocco

27. Spectrolite Cabochons from Finland - Sold Out!

28. Green Apatite Pebbles

29. Polished Prasiolite Points - Sold Out!

30. Deep Purple Amethyst Wands

31. Golden Calcite Spheres

32. Shattuckite Palm Stones

33. Malachite Palm Stones - Sold Out!

34. Chunky Veracruz Amethyst Crystals

35. Faden Quartz from the French Alps

36. Azurite + Malachite + Chrysocolla Clusters

37. Solar Quartz Slices

38. Sparkly Hematite Included Quartz Crystals

39. High-Quality Rose Quartz Skulls

40. XXL Moss Agate Skull

41. Pyrite in Fluorite Slabs

42. Moss Agate Spheres

43. Onyx Ravens - Sold Out!

44. High-Quality Agate Geode Wild Animal Carvings

45. Labradorite Owl on Skull Carvings - Sold Out!

46. Garnet Dragon on Skull Carving - Sold Out!

47. Flower Agate Carvings on Stands - Sold Out!

48. Amethyst Druzy Eggs on Fancy Stands

49. Serpentine Dolphins from Peru

50. Serpentine Llamas from Peru - Sold Out!

51. Pyrite Skull from Peru

52. Serpentine Iguana from Peru - Sold Out!

53. Rare High-Grade Blue Lace Agate Wands

54. Spessartine Garnet on Smoky Quartz

55. Calcite with Internal Rainbows from China

56. Rare Pink Fluorite from China

57. Rare Crystallized Rhodochrosite from China

58. Ocean Jasper Animal Carvings - Sold Out!

59. Sunstone/Moonstone Crescent Moon on Stand - Sold Out!

60. Rutilated Smoky Citrine Specimen

61. Koroit Boulder Opal from Australia - Sold Out!

62. Rough Ethiopian Welo Opals

63. Purple Labradorite Freeforms

64. Color-Changing Fluorite from England (Hidden Forest) - Sold Out!

65. Color-Changing Fluorite from England (Purple Rain)

66. Rose Quartz Points

67. Mini Rose Quartz Sphere Sets

68. Colorful Jasper Pebbles

69. Sterling Silver Rainbow Moonstone Crescent Moon Pendants

Thank you so much! I will periodically update the list with sold out items.

[little-pup-pip]

i remember u posting a thing where it shows all the requests you haven't done yet. I just want to see as I requested something long ago in 2023. I'm not trying to seem pushy, I'm just curious!

(this was rhe person that requested a bugbo thing)

Here you go!! This is very long, so I put the list under the cut!

These are the requests sent after I stopped accepting them that I didn't delete for various reasons. If you sent in a request after I closed them on March 14th and don't see it here, you'll need to send a new one (please don't take it personally if I deleted it)!!

Black + squirrel

Asra (the arcana)

Shurara (keroro gunsou)

Ring tailed lemur

Buzz light-year

Rottweiler

Yellow raccoon petre

Lionel Messi

Sonic the hedgehog

Light pink and blue bunnies

Middle school gym class

Jenny wakeman (my life as a teenage robot)

Chris Kratt (wild Kratts)

Yuri (doki doki literature club)

Cole (Lego Ninjago)

Crowley (good omens)

Stingray

Prince + bunnies

CG vil (twisted wonderland)

Alt + Wolf-dog

Golden retriever

Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes)

Kipo (kipo and the age of wonderbeasts, I think)

Leif (my inner demons)

Little big planet 3

Clouds + pastel blue

Outdoorsy + animals

Sun and stars + bunnies

Chase (paw patrol, I actually have two of these waiting)

Cinnamoroll

Eastern red bat

Octopus regression

Tiger CG

Aquarium trip

Pastel coloring + kitties

lavender/grey bunnies

Pastel dolls

Jumping spiders/Leopard geckos

Dr. animo (ben 10)

Shuichi saihara

Black Shiba inu

This is everything left from before I closed my requests!

Osamu dazai (bsd)

Flutist

The dazzlings (equestria girls)

Vampire with Halloween themes

Guardians of ga'hoole

Gromsko (MW2/3)

V (murder drones)

Cg SD-N (murder drones)

Cassidy (overwatch) and cowboys

TMNT Leonardo

Ranboo

Pastel kitty

Lackadaisy

Epithet erased

Another OC named cerys

Pikmin

Slay the princess

Someone's pictures (Idk what to call this one just know that I'm going to do it)

The Magnus protocol

Bive (regretavator)

Donnie darko

Megamind

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn nine nine)

Allister (pokemon)

Umi (idk from where I'll figure it out eventually)

Rottweiler puppy and the creek

Monster tom (eddsworld)

Gnarpy (regretavator)

Xianzhao loufu (hsr)

Cg jing yuan (hsr)

Cupcake and dino

Kitty petre pomni (tadc)

Shiromo (pui pui molcar)

Jack harkness (doctor who)

Pettoism

Cg basil hallward (the picture of Dorian gray)

Cats

Spiderman (again! lol)

Mei (Lego monkie kid)

Cats + cakes

Houndoom (pokemon)

Wolfwalkers from cartoon saloon

Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

Critterspace (drafts)

Minecraft lush caves (drafts)

Ibara saegusa

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock, drafts)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Tubbo

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Black kitten + space

Grey draik (neopets)

Pumpkin head (still needs more research)

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Maki harukawa

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs, drafts)

Vision CG (marvel, drafts)

Light blue

Bearded vulture

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Seam CG (deltarune)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

Tula tones (novi stars, drafts)

Eevee + dragons (or witchy themes which I may do instead)

Kitten + stars (I think, the request actually says stairs though and it's been confusing me)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz (drafts)

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Genshin impact (drafts)

Eddsworld

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Scorpion

Border Collie

Mortal Kombat

Puppy + SpongeBob (drafts)

Baby vulture (drafts)

Rain world/slugcat (drafts)

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4, drafts)

Kitoto

17th century dutch (drafts)

Sees behind trees (drafts)

Allay (Minecraft, I think. Drafts)

Tasmanian devil (drafts, can't figure out if they want the cartoon or animal)

Spamton CG (deltarune, drafts)

Grunge + lop eared bunnies (drafts)

Yume-Nikki (drafts)

Daxter (jak and daxter, drafts)

Madness combat for puppies (drafts)

James Sunderland (silent Hill, drafts)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa, drafts)

Leo (IDW comic, drafts)

[thecutestgrotto]

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Animals:

Cats -> More Cats -> Tabby Cats -> Boops

Dogs -> Pitties💗 -> Border Collies

Origami Animals

Dinosaurs / Dino Nuggets

Teddy Bears

Purple and Blue Butterflies -> Pink Butterflies

Ducks

Ravens

Baby Otters and Crabs

Bumblebees

Fish

Frogs

Pigs

Zoo Animals

Seals

Cute Foxes

Pink Hearts and Spiders

Penguins

Axolotls

Farm

Peacocks

Bats

Snakes

Crows

Lions

Owls

Chinchillas

Moo Deng (Hippos)

Deer

Calico Cats

Red Bunnies

Sheep

Blue and Cream Birds

Pink Leopard (Print)

Black Bears

Nature & Flowers:

Geodes

Golden Foil Flowers

Stars

Red and White Stars

Pink Spring Flowers

Trees

Swords and Cherry Blossoms

Cactus Plants

Blurry Rainbow Flowers

Sunflowers

Orange Flowers

Red Roses

Wild Mushrooms

Pearls

Poppies

Lavender Fields

Crystals -> Dark Crystals

Minimalistic Waves

Blue Tulips

Lava

Pastel Blue

Gold Roses

Purple Astronomy

Thunderstorms

Watercolor Tulips

Animated Snowflakes

Dahlias

Arizona Green Tea (Cherry Blossoms)

Seashells

Purple, Blue and Teal Stars

[lixenn]

Cider, Raspberry and Lavender for my fellow Germanic mutual

*Hands you a badge, a funky t-shirt, a bunch of waivers and some safety goggles*

Welcome to Lix's Friendship Club! We're a small bunch but I'm sure you will fit right in!

*grabs your hand*

Let's give you a tour then. Since you've signed the waivers... You did sign them right? ... You did. Excellent! So, as mentioned in the waivers the Club will not financially compensate you for any damage you may suffer during your membership. However, we do have a support group, so feel free to drop by anytime if you need some help!

Now, onto the fun stuff. *gestures like a city guide* On your left you can see the Gremlin Cave. That's were the magic happens! Y'know all the stories and the ramblings and the characters? All coming straight from there. *chucks feral plot bunny back into the Cave* Ignore the wild animals, they're harmless really. *shoves the racoon away that tries to bite you* Well, maybe consider investing in some protecitve gear.

But never mind, there's still more to show you, where should we- *sound of explosions in the distance* Ah yes, the Lab! You might want to put on those goggles dear, they like playing around with the dangerous chemicals in there. *Another explosion, louder this time* ... Actually I think it'd be for the best if we skip that one, they're currently working on flame lore and they really *BAM* stopped caring about collateral damage days ago and weshouldgetoutofhereasap! *drags you far away from potential fire hazards*

Puuhhh, that was close. Now, where were we? ... Ah, the tour, yes. Well, thankfully we already ran to the next place, the Crochet Corner! Be careful to not get tangled into the yarn, it can quite difficult to get out once you are trapped. ... Hmm? What happens here? Well, there are several projects in progress. At the moment we're working on a yet another baby octupus, but there are plans for more clothing in the future. We're all very excited about that!

*Ding dong bing bam*

Oh, is it lunch time already? Then let's conclude the tour and you can go on your merry way, yes? ... Lovely! Now, don't be a stranger and contact me if you have any questions and concerns. Once again I welcome you to the Club and hope you enjoy your time with us!

See you soon~

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...

Yeah I don't know how this happened either.

Anyways, if you can accept the fact that I'm a totally awkward gremlin that writes the most random shit (see example above), I'd love to be friends!!! You seem super cool and nice 🥰

Ask game

[whoslaurapalmer]

FAIR PICTURES 💖💖💖

-it was the 75th year of the fair so they had little paper diamonds everywhere for their diamond anniversary 💎

-the fair is a big display of poultry/livestock/STEM/farming/sewing/athletic/art clubs, where the kids display their cute animals and their best vegetables and their train creations and make cute informational posters for everything and do demonstrations and get show ribbons 🎀 they also have lots of food and rides and a car show and tractor demonstrations and local organizations get tables to promote their stuff and crafters come too!

-in the art division there were soooooo many kids who drew anime pictures and I was like. literally tearing up like these kids showing off their painstakingly copied manga panel drawings at the fair I love them so much 😭

-You Are Not Allowed To Pet The Animals In General But Sometimes You Get A Super Friendly Kid Or Adult Holding Their Small Animal Outside Of Their Pen Who Openly Encourages You To Pet Them which is how one year best friend and I got to pet a bunny!!!!! AND THIS YEAR I GOT TO PET THAT PIGLET!!!!!!!!!!

-this was the first year I saw ducks and geese alongside the usual chickens, which was so cool!!!!!!!! this is silly goose and giggles. their poster had been Nibbled. Repeatedly. I would trust them to commit sooooo many crimes

-this is cannoli and fluffernutter!!!!!!!!!! they are considered 'heavy ducks'

-this total UNIT of a fancy fancy chicken oh my god. elegant. sophisticated. AMAZING. she is a ✨️lavender orpington✨️. the world continues to amaze me re: chickens

-they also have reptiles too!!! they started that much more recently, like within the past, 7 years maybe, so there's usually not a lot, and the geckos were hiding but I did get to see this gorgeous frog

-this absolutely BEAUTIFUL bunny named dusty

-they do have some adult division stuff for the parents and someone had ANIMAL SKULLS!!!!!!!!!!!!! the one on the left is a rabbit, and the one on the right is a fox. eye sockets always get me. fucking wild.

-this precious angel baby goat had this little piece of straw stuck to his mouth and kept trying to eat it. I love him so much

-.......I don't know what this is. goat????? small ram?????????? but he was incredibly eager to try and escape his pen bc he had his head right there the whole entire time. Someone Free Him. you can see the hint of some SUPER COOL horns and I kept trying to get a good picture of them but I could not. those little teefs, though!!!!!

-most of the big ponies were out doing one of the horse events, I think, so I didn't see very many but I did see this cutie

-AND OF COURSE A DELIGHTFUL AND GRAINY ZOOMED IN PICTURE OF WENDY, THE PIGLET I GOT TO PET

and my hand, gently petting her sweet sweet stiff pig fur 🐽🐽🐽🐽🐽 god look at her little foot!!!!!!!!!!

[shostakobitchh]

chapter 48 sneak peek!

sorry I've been so MIA, I managed to write 2k today! here's the start of the chapter, it's a power struggle between Ariel and Snape but man, is it fun to write!

The day Ariel had been dreading all week finally arrived: Potions. 

She spent the morning wondering if she could fake sudden illness (or maybe her death) but gathered every ounce of courage she could muster together and marched herself down to breakfast, where she nearly barfed up her poached egg, especially after seeing how Ron ate his. 

Hermione hadn’t asked her about what had happened with Him again, but Ariel could sense that she was getting pretty close during breakfast when Ariel balked for the third time. Hermione had brought her Divinations down with her and had been complaining about it practically the whole time, earning herself a cold shoulder from Lavender and Parvati. They’d taken to treating Ariel like a baby bunny who was lost in the wild, unable to see the wolf lurking nearby — and that was without them knowing about the stupid dog Ariel had seen. 

The dungeons seemed colder than Ariel remembered them. She nearly walked straight past the classroom, so used to going to His quarters when Ron had jerked her arm and gestured to the group of Slytherins already waiting ahead of them. 

“Malfoy’s still not here,” Ron whispered. “Do you reckon he’s gone home?”

Hermione looked worried about this as the door flew open, two glittering back eyes narrowed into slits down at them, saving a particularly nasty lip curl for the Gryffindors at the very back. Ariel averted her gaze and pretended to be searching for Malfoy, but she felt when His eyes sweep over her, like fingernails grazing her skin. 

“In,” He said in a voice so cold that even Ron gave an audible gulp. 

Ariel made sure to file in towards the middle of the clump of students and pretended to be very interested in a stain on her robes. He did not look at her again as the door slammed shut with a BANG behind Neville, who had happened to be the last to arrive that day. It made him yelp aloud as He swept inside the classroom and slid behind his desk, tapping the chalkboard to reveal today’s notes. 

Ariel squinted up at it as she hurried over to her usual workbench, motioning for Neville to join her as Hermione and Ron paired up at the one next to them. They were making a Shrinking Solution — Ariel had brewed it last year a handful of times. For what, she didn’t know, but she never asked Fred and George anything. She trusted that they weren’t helping anyone break rules… well, any serious ones, anyway. 

He pointed to the ingredients on the board and gave them his usual look of bored disdain. “You will be brewing this potion as quickly as possible while maintaining accuracy. I expect each of you to keep a careful eye on your cauldron while it is simmering for any signs of boiling over or separation. Any mistakes will need to be rectified immediately, so do not let your minds wander. I find it necessary to remind each of you that your brewing skills are questionable at best.”

Neville was already fidgeting nervously as Ariel started setting up her cauldron, already grabbing the first couple of ingredients to get started. There was no reason why she couldn’t treat this like any other normal Potions class, especially since He had always treated her like every other student, if not less so. He’d barely ever acknowledged her existence when in a public setting. 

And then Malfoy swaggered in, his arm in a sling. He was late too, which was normally a Serious Offense that would have resulted in scraping flobberworms till midnight, but He only gave a dismissive wave for Malfoy to come in. 

“Oh, Draco,” Pansy mewled in a sickly sweet voice. “Does it hurt much?” 

“Yeah,” he grimaced, but his silver eyes flashed right at Ariel, who rolled her eyes. 

“Barf,” Ariel muttered under her breath, which made Ron snort. She started cutting up her shrivelfig with too much force than necessary. Neville had started cutting his own too, Ariel immediately moving his hand to reposition him — he was cutting far too much. 

“Sir,” Malfoy called. “sir, I’ll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm.”

“Weasley, cut up Malfoy’s roots for him.” He replied without even looking up. 

Ron went an impressive shade of purple as Ariel glared wildly at Malfoy, who, to her horror, was setting up his cauldron directly beside hers. Neville was watching with an intense look of panic, like he’d gone into fight or flight and hadn’t figured which one was going to cause less harm just yet. 

“There’s nothing wrong with your arm.” Ariel snapped at Malfoy. “Why didn’t you just stay in the infirmary if you’re going to be useless?”

Malfoy smirked across the table and craned his head to leer over at Ron. “Weasley, you heard Professor Snape — cut up these roots.”

“Don’t,” Ariel threw down her carving knife and pulled Malfoy’s roots towards her. “I’ll do it, you arsehole.” 

His eyes shot up to hers, two blazing hot coals. Ariel wondered if hers looked the same, if she was matching the intense rage burning through her. She could feel his iciness permeating from him, like a cold front had blown through. The hot anger and freezing rage met in the space between them, and Ariel wondered if the smoke was from that, or from — 

— Neville’s cauldron. Ariel yelped and very quickly threw in a pinch of asphodel and hazelwood. He’d someone managed to raise the acidity — where had the shrivelfig gone? — and it was dangerously close to boiling over. She let out a sigh of relief when the potion began to recede to the proper level. 

“You alright there, Evans?” Malfoy smirked. Ariel thought about shoving his head into the cauldron. 

“I am better than you ever have been and ever will be.” she retorted.

[abeat]

12 - Dowdy

Today, she had done it. She had put on an outfit that had made her so unappealing, so dowdy, that Lavender felt sure she had overcome even the mightiest of curses. She had pulled up her hood to cover her ears and everything. She obscured her face. Her outfit made her resemble a wild woman of the woods more than a trendy dancer.

Surely today and for the rest of the month, no one would bother to hit on her while she wore her spriggan jacket, along with the matching boots and pants. It made her look like a giant child hunting for hatching tide goodies rather than a single woman nursing her wounds and cursing her bad luck. Lavender would almost be willing to bet on it.

Had she made that bet, she would have lost. Spectacularly. No matter how many times the corsage had vexed and tormented her this month, she never imagined that it could possibly work out here, southwest of Black Brush Station, hiding amongst the spriggans that hung out around some subterrane of some sort. All Lavender knew about it was that the Scions had received reports of the Warrior of Light going in there sometimes with a lalafellin lady. Not that it mattered at the moment.

All that mattered was that a lalafell had appeared. Out here. In what could qualify as the middle of nowhere.

"Spriggans are cute, but not as cute as you!" the high-pitched voice proudly declared with a big, shining smile on his face.

Lavender looked down with at the lalafell with a mixture of dread and morbid curiousity. How had the corsage worked even when she had been very careful to not even show off her figure? What could have possibly attracted the lalafell to her?

The lalafell’s demeanor changed then, giving her a seductive look. At least she thought it was supposed to be seductive, it was hard to tell with someone whose face resembled a baby. He even wiggled his eyebrows. "I could just eat you right up, cutie bunny. Want to see my brass blade? I have the brass balls to go along with it."

'What in the name of Menphina's Love is this? Is there some rule that every encounter brought on by this stupid corsage has to be more outlandish than the last?' Lavender thought as she looked around for an escape route. She really did not want to give up her hiding spot again, and she was running out of ideas of where she could teleport to.

A whistle sounded in the air. An actual spriggan appeared behind the lalafell, scooped the tiny baby-faced man into its arms, and ran off. Lavender wondered what was about to happen now when someone else appeared.

"You all right? I saw you looking uncomfortable there and thought you needed some help. I apologise if I got the wrong impression." A smooth, velvety voice asked her.

Lavender slowly ran her eyes up the owner of the voice and did her best not to gape like a fish. The man wore the traditional outfit of other males like himself. They barely seemed to contain his statuesque physique as her eyes slowly roamed up his perfectly formed body and eventually landed on his face.

She could not recall the last time she had laid eyes on such a gorgeous viera man. His handsome face was framed by his sun-kissed blond hair that covered his ears. The most striking feature about him had to be his red eyes that made his pale skin really stand out. Lavender felt the sight of the man steal her breath away.

The viera man waved in her face, eyebrows raised in concern. "Hot desert sun? I have some water here if you want. I didn’t drink from it." He started rummaging his bag then.

Lavender blinked, having been knock off the cloud of her daydreams and back down to reality. As the viera man kept rummaging through his bag, she realized something. No cheesy pickup lines. No longing glances. He had not been affected by the corsage. Why?

-

The gorgeous viera man belongs to @adeat. Thank you, as always!

[diva2007]

angelic pretty asks by @.princess-peachie

Sugary Carnival: Have you ever been considered popular?

nope, never.

Milky Planet: Besides earth, what planet would you come from?

jupiter.

Rose Toilette: Your signature perfume?  

chanel no 5 or gucci flora gardenia

Whimsical Vanilla-chan: What pets do you have/want to have?

a brown tabby cat named sushi

2 rats named funnel cake and candy apple

Marine Kingdom: Favourite undersea creature?

lionfish

blue whale

anglerfish

gulper eel

Dreamy Dollhouse: Describe your room with just 5 words.

cluttered

lived-in

homey

aromatic

well-lit

Melty Chocolate: Favourite type of chocolate?

ghiradelli dark chocolate squares with raspberry jam

Sugar Dream Dome: What do you like most about Winter?

snowbright nights

no bugs

christmas and valentines day

coats and boots

Milky Berry: What do you like most about Summer?

my birthday <3

concert season

red bull flavors

Happy Garden: What types of things would you plant in a garden?

rosemary

wild lavender

patchouli

wild berries

Magical Étoile:  Favourite attraction at a carnival?

carnival games

petting pens

funhouses

Toy Parade: What toys did you play with as a child?

pokemon stuffed animals

bratz dolls

Holy Lantern: Describe the darker side to your personality.

possessive, easily jealous, spiteful

somewhat sadistic

Melody Doll: What types of music do you listen to?

pretty much everything

but my favorite artists right now are violent vira, chase petra, snow wife, ashnikko, motley crue, fall out boy, deftones, slipknot, chappell roan, ethel cain, and banshee

Wonder Party: Favourite type of tea?

peppermint herbal tea

irish breakfast

Glass Bottle of Tears: What, without fail, makes you cry?

frustration

being acknowledged

child abandonment or neglect

Cinema Doll: What makes a movie really enjoyable for you?

good well paced atmosphere

tasteful scares

unique ost

Memorial Cake: What is your ideal romantic experience?

cumming first

Star Night Theatre: If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play?

secondary protagonist/love interest

Cotton Candy Shop: If you had your own shop, what things would you sell?

psychic readings and divinings of the future

seasonal ingredients for spells

cat whiskers and shed teeth/claws

Decoration Dream: Favourite way to decorate a cake?

just icing and fun sprinkles hehe

Fancy Box: What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year?

perfume

stuffed animals

Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather?

light rain or a calm thunder storm

chilly with a clear blue sky

flurries of snow

Dreamy Horoscope: What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it?

leo sun, taurus moon, cancer mercury

yes obviously

Symphonia of Birds: Favourite type of bird?

luzon bleeding heart

mute swan

carrion crow

Day Dream Carnival: What do you daydream about the most?  

being important

Royal Cards: Name a game you are really good at.

chess

Milky Cross: Are you a religious person?

yes.

i primarily follow hellenic traditional practices of faith.

Cream Cookie: What kinds of snacks do you munch on?

i have a snack mix i love thats cashews, dried pomegranate, dried apple, and vanilla.

Drained Cherry: What emotionally exhausts you?

circular arguments

boredom

Fancy Paper Dolls: What accessories would come with a doll version of you? 

a stuffed bunny

strawberry lipgloss

a knife

Holy Night Story: Favourite thing to do when it’s night time?

find a game to play with my partner

watch vlogs and drink tea

Candy Treat: Favourite type of candy?  

gummy bears :3

dark chocolate

Fantastic Dolly: What cosmetics do you use?

primarily too faced, colourpop, and elf

some nyx and anastasia beverly hills

i generally stick to powder, blush, mascara, and lipgloss

sometimes i do a nice eyeshadow look or a blotted lip

Drink Me: Favourite drink/beverage? 

a caramel macchiato

a matcha latte

lemon green tea

grape fruit sparkling water

diet coke

Merry Making Party: Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to.

Country of Sweets: What countries would you like to visit? 

italy

japan

lithuania

germany

france

Fruits Parlour: Favourite fruit? 

pomegranate

Dream Sky: Have you ever seen a shooting star?

yes frequently

Soap Bubbles: How do you like to bathe/shower?

hair treatment. shampoo. shampoo again.

condition. exfoliate. wash with bar soap. wash with body wash.

rinse. wash face. get out. body oil.

leave in. hair oil. face mask. serum. toner.

moisturize. lotion. perfume. lip scrub. lip balm.

done.

Jewelry Jelly: Name 3 of your favourite jewellery pieces.

my engagement ring

my rosary

my necklaces given to me by my aunt and mother

Dream Fantasy: What is your wildest fantasy?  

having cat ears...

Milky-chan the Fawn: Favourite forest animal?

white tail deer

grizzly bear

coyote

Honey Cake: What do you normally eat for breakfast?

coffee

sometimes french toast

if im feeling up to it, omelettes are good

Dreamy Baby Room: The most childish part of your personality?

my fear of being alone

my princess complex

Chess Chocolate: What piece would you be on a chess board?

a pawn turned queen

French Cafe: Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie?

chocolate croissant

Sugar Hearts: How is your love life right now?    

im engaged

Wonder Story: What types of things do you like to read about?

horror. usually horror involving a realistic scenario. like people

or a fate/circumstance we couldn't have avoided if we tried

Twinkle Mermaid: Favourite type of fantasy creature?

pegasi

centaurs

kelpies

Gloria: Name a very rare item that you would love to own.

a piece of the wooden cross jesus was crucified on

[trippygalaxy]

⛩️))

Hello there hope your okay with me explaining my oc information here**

Name :chime

Race: hyrulian/ mythical werewolf symbol of moon and old magic *watch God of war stuff*

Age: 20

Height: her height is about hyrule

Weight: don't comment it or ya be confused on how ya six feet in the ground

Eyes: lavender color

Skin: dark but not close to gerudo type

Hair: white and long it reach to her knees have bangs too

Voice: soft with a faint echo since she's deaf so dislike talking and lives deep in the woods that no people are but spirits

Fact: she a child of the first guardian of old ways both in god and magic she the rut in the litter so she's not much strong or powerful in a way like her silbings or parent but dont be fooled too much. she's deaf and need to read anyone lips to understand what their saying and she have strange markings on her skin and face. She have a wolf tail and wolf ears than hyrulian ears so she getting random pets by the chain but she doesn't mind since she can tell their stress or they need it so she let them. She have small fangs so twilight see her as a another cub too the little sister side so he protective of her.

She can turn to a giant wolf like beast at will to defend or fight since its more safe for her than in her hyrulian body.beans, she on the ran for her life since dark link trying to kill her and she have the full Triforce

Love internet: *I'm leaning her more to wild since that boyo needs something good in his live*

Personality: kind,quiet, curious bean, clam,loyal *once she understand and is rest with the chain*

Likes: hang with each chain * keep wind from starting trouble but that's only half success rate and keep hyrule from draining himself or he'll faint hard*, explore with wild,twilight.

Dislikes: monsters,goofy hands since those things are trouble and hunters

Weapons?: beast claws or magic

Chime thoughts on chain

Time: father

Warrior : doggo or Shepherd *German shepherd dog*

Twilight : brother wolf

Sky: cloud or birdie

Wind: trickster

Wild: cub or wild child

Four: colors brother(s) *she knows she see the colors in his eyes and how he's trying to be secretive of that even shadow but she treats them with kindness *

Hyrule: fairy king or fairy boy *due to both being in almost same situation and he carry lots of magic and she a sponge of magic*

Legend: bunny *she only call him that to lightly tease and seen him turn into a rabbit *

**Enjoy this short reference of chime^^ now to look for someone who can help draw her out**

:DD

Thank you for this! very interesting stuff here (and i love a good werewolf oc, they just so RAHHH ya know?)

Love wild as a love interest, the silent convos are gonna be PEAK!!

cant wait to see what you do next :DD