#will have chicken nugget picnic

[kebriones]

GUESS WHO'S GOING TO ELEUSINA TOMORROW LETSGO

[angelic-wh0re]

❤︎‬Pretty... ❤︎‬

Pt 3 Eren Yeager x coquette!black fem reader

Pt 1 Pt 2

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He looked like the Cheshire Cat, standing at you door. Grinning from ear to ear. But he couldn’t help it. Eren truly never cared for what he looked like, but today, oh, today was different. He spent 3 hours getting ready. He even had Armin, Jean, and Connie come over to help him pick an outfit. He had to make sure that today was perfect, just like you.

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He stood there and after about two minutes he rang your doorbell. He was nervous but he didn’t understand why. I mean, he’s been on one or two dates before but honestly, not like this. Those dates were just pathetic attempts in getting your attention. Now he’s at the one place he’s dreamt of being at and he’s nervous?

‘Man up!’ He mumbles under his breath. He takes a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Trying to calm his nerves. Which in the end worked but he tensed up again when he heard you door unlocking.

And there you were, in your pretty ass dress, and your pretty ass bows in your hair, and your pretty ass shoes, and…

He was very much Mesmerized. In fact he was So mesmerized, he didn’t register anything you were saying.

“Umm Eren..” You Wave to him breaking him out of his little trance. “..o-oh uh Hey..” if he was nervous before, he was 100 times more anxious now. And I can assure you he was now reder than the roses growing in your front garden. “I’m just gonna get the basket and I’ll be out!” You shoot him a quick smile and go back inside to get the picnic basket sitting on your kitchen counter. I think you’re trying to kill this man.

“Oh so you’re rich rich huh?” You chuckle sarcastically as you get in his car. “I guess you can say that.. you like it?”

“Mhmm! I’m very aware that we are going on a picnic but I still have yet to know where?” You say with a subtle smile on your face . “It’s a surprise.” He smiles. “You look so pretty..” he fixes on of the bows in your hair. “maybe that’s what I should call you from now on, how you like it Pretty. ” it was obvious that you adored the nickname hence the big smile growing on your face. You tried to contain said smile but it forcefully came out. Now you looked like the Cheshire Cat. “Should I give you a nickname too..?” You shyly look at your lap. “Mm if you Wanna Pretty.” He starts up his car.

I guess there’s a reason why you didn’t get any flowers because after about 15 minutes of driving, you looked out his cars window all you could was flowers. You giggled. Wondering what was so funny, he looked at you. “Keep your eyes on the road…Rennie.” You sigh.

‘Rennie…?’ Lucky for Your safety, you were just pulling up into a nearby parking lot. Otherwise I can assure you that you guys would of crashed. Again, are you trying to kill this man?

Once you two found the perfect spot, you laid your picnic blanket down, and put your picnic basket on top. You both sat down and took out all of the food you have prepared. “I didn’t really know what you might like so I just made sandwiches and chicken nuggets..” Eren picks up a sandwich and brings it to his mouth. “I also made dessert!” His eyes widen. “ did You made this sandwich..from scratch..?” “Oh uh yeah.. everything in here I made from scratch including the strawberry lemonade….why do you not like them..?” A sad expression grows on you face

…

“ Pretty i really think we should get married. like rn. At this very second. ”

…

As your date came to a close, you and Eren could be seen walking up to your door. “I had a really good time Rennie! Thank you.” You grin. “No THANK YOU for blessing me with your amazing cooking.” You both laugh. He Did absolutely demolish those chicken sandwiches. And don’t get me started with the dessert. Once the laughter was finished there was a few seconds of silence between the two of you. Your trying to contain you smile as Eren is Staring at you. You could practically see hearts in his eyes.

Eren takes your hands in his. Pulling you closer. He heard a quiet yet cute squeal come from your mouth and he chuckles. “Hey pretty..?” He says in a sultry voice. “..yeah..” you smile as he pulls you even closer. Now rather then holding your hands, his hands are now on your waist.

“Can I please kiss you..?”

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>ᵥ_ᵥ<:ok guys this is the end 😭 I really hoped that you liked this (cause I lowkey don’t but hey ✋😪✋)

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[aoioozora]

The Ghosts Comfort You

Part 1: Thomas Merrick

Part 2: Logan Walker Part 3: Keegan P. Russ Part 4: David 'Hesh' Walker

Merrick feels like the type of guy who is big and scary but is actually quite a softie. If he had to comfort someone, he'd definitely do so mostly through acts of service and giving little tidbits of advice and wisdom to keep things in perspective

Let me explain,

He knows you're a hardy woman, he's never seen you cry and it seemed like nothing could ever make you cry given how naturally volatile women's mood swings could get sometimes. But you seemed just fine, handled every loss, failure, and tragedy with alarming-- almost abnormal-- stoicism. You'd not even wince at your period cramps either. You'd bottle up and keep a level head on your shoulders because that's what a good soldier would do: not get run with their feelings.

But that didn't mean your pot of brewing emotions never overflowed.

Merrick stumbles upon you hidden in an obscure corner on the base nearby some dumpsters, sobbing to yourself silently, leaned against the wall and all curled up in a ball.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" he blurts, nearly dropping the cigarette that is between his fingers. He couldn't imagine such a respectable young woman sitting on the ground in this dingy place.

You flinch; his surprise only increases because he's never seen you flinch, not even at the threat of being struck by an enemy. When you raise your head and you're all glossy-eyed, snot-nosed, and sobbing, his surprise continues to increase. He hasn't seen you look so vulnerable either.

"You're crying," he states, eyes wide. This was like seeing a cow jump over the moon to him.

"I'm not crying," you insist, swiping away the tears and your snot with a handkerchief, trying to keep your voice from cracking.

Merrick ain't stupid or blind, but he doesn't argue with you. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, taking in the rare sight and shifting on his feet as he exhales out the smoke, thinking of what to do. He takes a tentative step towards you.

"This place is too smelly to cry, don't you think?" he begins, flicking his chin towards the dumpsters not too far from both of you, filling the air with the stench of rotting food.

You sniff, not answering him.

"Get up," he commands, offering a hand, "I know a better place."

You look up at him, and when he sees how the tears have stained your flushed cheeks, he almost feels a twinge of pity for you. He feels a surge of protectiveness for his fellow teammate, near ready to beat up and confront anyone or anything that made you sink to this pitiable state. You take his hand and he pulls you up to your feet. Seeing that your eyes are averted and your head bowed-- an obvious sign of not wanting to be seen looking so disheveled in public-- he takes off his baseball hat and puts it on your head.

"C'mon, follow me."

You dust yourself and adjust the hat on your head, pulling it low over your face as you jog to catch up with his stride. He eventually leads you to his car and motions you to get in.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"You'll see," he says as he gets in the seat with a grunt. "Seatbelt," he orders as soon as he straps his on and starts the car.

You obey. He drives for a while in utter silence, blowing his cigarette smoke out of the open window. Your sniffles accentuate the hum of the engine, but he's focused on the road. He soon stops at a drive-thru and orders two burgers, a 10 piece chicken nuggets, two drinks, and two cheesecake slices.

"Here, hold these for me," he pushes the takeout to you after paying for it and resumes driving.

What on earth is he even planning anyway? You can't stop yourself from wondering as you watch the evening sunlight filtering through the trees. When you look properly, you see that he is taking you up a hill.

"Are we going for a picnic?" you ask.

He doesn't answer.

You sit back, sighing. If he's going to be vague, then so be it.

After a few minutes of silence, he says, "Close your eyes."

Having built enough trust in him from working by his side, you immediately do so. The next few seconds pass and the car slows down to a halt. Even through your closed eyelids, faint light filtered through, and you could tell that you were in a bright spot.

"Open your eyes and look out the window."

You obey. Right before you was the stunning landscape of the sunset-bathed valley with its beams of golden light filtering through the puffy white clouds. The valley and distant hills is lush with verdure, the birds flit about and chirp as they play, and the sky is painted a soft gradient of orange, pink, and purple. The sight looks like a painting and it takes your breath away as you stare at every last detail.

The corner of Merrick's lip quirks upwards slightly, pleased by your reaction. He turns the car around so that the trunk is facing the gorgeous scenery.

"Come, get the takeout," he instructs, getting out of the car and extinguishing the cigarette on the soil. Shaking it off once, he pockets it to throw away later. You follow him out and watch him sit on the trunk, which you also do.

"So we are having a picnic," you say, smiling a bit as you kept the takeout in between you and him.

"Yeah, so eat up." he digs his large hand into the paper bag and fishes out the burger and already starts to eat it.

Both of you eat in silence for a few moments until Merrick asks, "So, tell me why you were crying. I've never seen you cry about anything."

You shrug. "Just... stuff," you say, voice trailing off at the end as you nibble the burger.

"Bad enough to make you want to hide in a dumpster?" He takes a long sip of his drink.

"Yeah."

"You don't wanna talk about it?"

Your lips twist slightly. Being caught crying was embarrassing enough, and being asked to open up was even worse. "Honestly, no." you admit, despite feeling a tug in your heart telling you to vent to him.

He gives you one long look and then turns back to the scenery. "It won't do you any good to keep it to yourself, you know."

You are silent, feeling the tug grow stronger. Of course you know it, but it is just second nature to you to bottle it up. He knows it too. He's just like you.

"We're all a team," he continues, "Remember that nobody fights alone, and neither do you."

You nod silently, taking another nibble of your burger.

He looks at you again, a flicker of worry in his eyes. "Today was the first time I saw you cry and... I don't think I like it," he admits, suddenly feeling a little awkward for opening himself up, but he stifles that awkwardness just for your sake, "I don't like seeing you cry."

Those words were enough to break you down again. A sob escapes your lips, and Merrick feels an even stronger twinge. He pulls away your half-eaten burger, wraps it up in the paper, and keeps it aside, also pushing away the takeout bag behind him.

He sits closer to you. "Talk to me," he says gently, as a father would to his child.

At those words, you pour out your heart to him and he listens to you as you sob and weep. He rubs your back gently to encourage and support you. You talked of a problem that seemed so large, overwhelming, and insurmountable, and he shared his thoughts with you. At a pause in the discussion, he directs you to look at the landscape.

"You see those mountains over there?" he asks, motioning to the shadowed peaks against the gentle saffron tinted sky.

"Yeah," you croak.

"When you're right in front of them, they're massive. But when you're sitting here miles away, they seem so small," he paused, "Any problem that you have now that seems so big will eventually appear small and tiny as you go farther away, as more time passes.

"What hurts like a bitch now will just be like a mosquito bite in future," he continues, rubbing your back. "And even if it does hurt like a bitch later on," he pauses, shaking his head slightly, "just go to fuckin' therapy."

It gets a snort out of you, and he blinks in surprise at your reaction. He meant it to be serious and didn't expect you'd laugh, but that didn't mean he didn't like to see it. He moves his arm to wrap around your shoulder, which he gives a soft, gentle shake.

"That's more like it," he smiles, and it involuntarily makes you smile too. "You'll be alright. You're not alone, okay? You got me, and I'll always be there if you need me," he assures you.

You nod, wiping the last of your tears on your sleeve as you sniffled. He continues to hold you by his side until you calm down. Both of you watch the colours of the sky turn from saffron to pink to purple and finally to deep blue, and see the stars start to twinkle softly over the glittering cities of the valley. You never felt more comforted and at peace.

"Thank you," you tell Merrick, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Anytime," he answers softly, ruffling your hair, making you smile contentedly. "Oh, also," he leans in to whisper, "Don't tell anyone I've given you special treatment."

You giggle, "Only if you don't tell anyone you saw me cry."

"Deal," he chuckles, shaking his head.

Read Part 2: Logan Walker

Masterlist

[starliights-shining]

Idk if u do these but

The armada Autobots gang reacting to the kids and reader bringing in something that they never see before since they arrived on earth, probably like dino nuggets, cats, figures, a fake real sword?

Anything that maybe would be a stupid but funny reactions to all of them

if u don't do these kind of things u can choose one iz ok!!

Hell yeah I do these. The unicorn trilogy has to be a fav to write for, plus not that many people write for it. I did the main 4 I could remember off the top of my head! Sorry for the wait. Anyways, I hope this is what your looking for and was expecting. Enjoy :)

Pairings: Optimus Prime x Reader, Hot Shot x reader, Jetfire x Reader, Red Alert x Reader,

Warnings: None

Optimus prime - Cat

You were on your way to the Autobots base when you remembered your cat was in your hands. You had just decided that you would take the cat with you. Your hands petting the cat and occasionally you’d baby talk to it. 

“Who’s a good kitty? You are! You are!” 

When you stepped foot into the baby, bud was the first to come up to you, yelling about a cat to Colby and Lori. A childlike smile on his face as he watches the cats every move in your arms, and soon both Colby and Lori appeared, the same expressions on their faces. Lori had her hands on her cheeks, swooning over the ball of hair.

“Guys! This is my cat. Isn’t he the cutests.” 

You smiled, holding the cat out in front of you for them to see, You soon heard the footsteps of the Autobot leader, Optimus prime. 

“And who's this?” 

You looked up at him, holding the cat out towards him.

“This is my cat! His name is Mr. Whiskers. See he has long, long whiskers.” 

You smiled. Optimus looked at the cat, a servo on his chin as he examined the cat. Mr. Whisker’s legs dangled under him, your hands holding him up under his armpits. The cat looked up towards the mech, and let out a meow. You could hear Lori let out a little squeal, you just continued to smile at the mech. He looked lost, optics scanning the cat like he's never seen it before, or seen one before. You lowered the cat.

“Have you ever seen a cat before?” 

His optics moved from the cat to you and then back to the cat before landing on you finally. 

“No, it's quite small.”

“There are big cats too, like lions or tigers.” 

You went on to explain cats to him, he listened intently white you went on about random cat facts. Even showing pictures of certain cats that can be domestic and wild, now the Autobot leader knows about wild and house cats. 

Hot Shot - Dino Nuggies 

You brought lunch, well at least for you and the kids. Dino nuggies, fruit, smiley face french fries and some juice boxes. It looks like it's for the kids, but you just so happened to bring enough to share with them.

Everyone was out at the race track with Override and Hot Shot, so you weren’t surprised when you walked up and they immediately asked if you brought food. With that you proceeded to tell them what you brought, and then set up the mini picnic. By the time you were done setting everything, Colby called for a break, which meant Hot Shot would come over and chill with you guys. They sat at the picnic table, laughing and making jokes until Bub asked what you made this time.

“I didn't make anything, just heated up the oven and put them in. But, I brought Dino nuggies.” 

You smiled, pulling the warm container out of the large lunch bag you had. Setting  it down in the middle with all the rest of the food, and handing out paper plates. You started serving, giving them the food and watching as Bud and Colby played ‘Dinos’ with their nuggets.

“What are those?” 

You turned your head to see Hot Shot, Helm looking down at the nuggets in Colby’s hand.

“Dino shaped chicken nuggets, the finests food you can have on Earth. Along with the best elementary school french fries.” 

“Dinobot chicken nuggets?” 

He was confused, lost, a golden retriever who didn’t see you through the ball and looked at you like you were stupid when you said, go get it. 

“Dinobot, no Dinosaurs. The big reptiles that walk on earth before Humans!” 

Bud interfered, picking one of them up and handing it to Hot Shot. 

“It's a T-Rex!” 

“It looks like Grimlock.” 

You laughed, he didn't know what a dinosaur is, but can for sure tell you that the one Bud gave him looked like another Cybertronian. 

“You eat them, they don’t find Cons. One day we can go to the library and get books about Dinosaurs. Then we’ll show you why they're so cool.” 

You laughed, trying to find some type of info to give to Hot Shot, you were never a dinosaur kid, so you couldn’t just throw random facts at him, just large extinct reptiles that walked before humans. 

“They’re cool, because they were as big as you guys, and they were alive and on this planet!”

You saw that Hot Shot questions must have activated the Dino kid in Bud, because he was now picking up another shaped one and giving out their names and what they ate. 

“Interesting.” 

Is all Hot Shot said, as he is listening to Bud. Well now he knows what Dino nuggies are, can’t have him leaving earth without learning about its finests foods now would we. 

Jetfire - Gundam figures

You really liked this show called Gundam, collecting the figures and displaying them all around your room, so when Jetfire peeked into your room and saw the shelf dedicated to Barbatos and his suits, he had to ask. “What are those? Well who is that, actually.” 

You looked to where his optics were trained on, the large statue in the middle of Barbatos. 

“Oh those are people, they’re characters. They're these large suits of armor used to fight in space battles. Sorta like what you do, but they have little humans drying to piloting.” 

You ran to pick it up, the figure was large in your hands, You put him on the window seal, and posed him a few times.

“I don’t really wanna get into the story line, but this one.” 

You pointed at the figure in your hands. 

“He’s my favorite.”

“So they’re not real?”

You shook your head, grabbing one of the mangas from the bookshelf next to the window and flipping through the pages. 

“See, just book characters. The suits are kinda like you guys, large and made of metal, just not sentient. At least I don’t think they are. The type of manga Gundam is called ‘Mecha’. Cool right!” 

He simply nodded, giving you a bright smile. 

“Sounds pretty interesting.” 

He barely caught anything you were saying, he was just happy you were happy, happy you were finally showing interest in something you liked and not something that was about Cybertronian, but he couldn’t tell you that what he did pick up on, sounded a lot like what he and his friends are like.

“You wanna tell me more about it, on our way back to base.” 

He watched you light up, a bright smile on your face as you nodded to him, before running out of the house and getting ready to leave. You answered all of his questions about Gundam, even gave him a character to like, and a character you thought was like him, it was cute. Now you both had interesting things to talk about. 

Red Alert - A real/fake sword

You love to dress up, fantasy conventions and renaissance fairs are your thing. So when you got some cryptic message from the Bots while at one of these fairs, you had no time to chance. Dressed as a woodland elf, you made your way into the base. 

“Sorry I’m late Red.” 

Was all you could say, his helm turning to look at you while saying not to worry about it, but he cut himself off when he saw you. 

“What are you wearing?” 

You physically cringed, pulling your fake ears off and putting them in your pocket. 

“I was at a fantasy fair when you called.” 

You walked to the nearest normal sized table and placed your accessories on it, your sword being your last thing you took off. 

“What is that! A weapon?” 

You looked over at him, he had stopped whatever he was doing to fully face you and watch you take the accessories off. 

“This?” 

You asked, picking your sword back up. It had a nice brown and forest green sheath over it. You free hand pulled it out of its casing. 

“It's a sword.”

You twirled it around and showed off your sword skills, a smile on your face as you got it your “character’s” fighting position. The sword was made with real metal, but not too much for, you didn’t practice as often as you probably should have. It looked sharp to the naked eye, but when you actually touched it, it was dull. You wouldn’t lie, you could use it as an actual weapon if needed. 

“You know, the sword knights you when you like fighting.” 

He rolled his optics, turning around from you. 

“Yes, I know but still. Why would you have a sword, an actual sword? You don’t fight anybody to need one.”

You laughed, he was right, but still it was mainly a prop. So he had no need to worry about you fighting like him and the other bots.

“It's fake, It’s just used as a prop in the fairs.”  

You saw him freeze, his helm turning to look over his shoulder. 

“Fake? Why would they make fake ones?” 

“For people like me, who use them to look cool.” 

He didn’t ask any further questions, you couldn’t believe he didn’t know about fake swords, but maybe that's because he’s been in a war for sometime now, so it's to be expected he wouldn’t understand why people had fake ones.

[borderlineteaparty]

On 304 cals so far hopefully won’t go too much over tonight but me and my kid are having a picnic style tea with chicken nuggets and unhealthy shit and I don’t want my kid to not see me eat because I don’t want to put thst in their head so hopefully I just won’t eat too much 😩

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Have a husband who will bring you chicken nuggets outside to the picnic table that you're reading at in the sun when you didn't even ask him to make you anything, but he knows you so well that he knows you'd be hungry by now.

[bloodymiso]

★ party rockin’!! — a birthday event:3 | 0/12 slots

so like..what is it? below are some birthday party prompts, send in a character of your choice(within my fandoms), your chosen prompt and ill write some hcs(maybe a drabble) with them in said party!! this is in celebration of my upcoming bday!!(may 24) you may request up to 2 characters per prompt, pls only send in 1 prompt at a time+mention if you want platonic or romantic! you may add some extra info/stuff if you want<3

ex. could i get ___ with the prompt “house party?” it would be cool if ____.

rules keeping my blog sfw, i will not write anything including underage drinking, use of tobacco and of course, the basic weirdo stuff(inc.st, p.dophilia etc). pls check my req rules before sending anything in! in this event, i will not be writing for fem reader. i will keep it to gn reader unless the prompt requires otherwise. there will be 12 slots up for grabs, join while you can!

notes all posts related to this event will be tagged with #꩜ .ᐟ >_< party rockin’!!

woah!! the prompts!

with the gang!!

stargazing and snacks!! — you and your friends decide to have a picnic in the evening to gaze at the stars, (in your backyard), but looks like your sleepiness took over! backyard olympics — “box ‘em out!!” your friend shouted, grumbling as your opponent shot against you. you decided to have a mini olympics with your friends for your birthday and it wasn’t going that well..(for this one, if you want a specific sport to be featured, plz mention)

house party? — look here, its your average american tv show house party. parents out, random teenagers from your school in!! music was played, gossip was shared, whats next?

slumber gang!! — with a small group of friends, you have a fun night in your house!! pillows being slapped across each other’s faces, makeup which will be soon destroyed, and of course, drawing on the first person to succumb to the temptations of sleep! poor guy.

“dazzling!” — your parents decided to throw you a fancy ball in celebration of your fancy birthday. a big chandelier in the middle, bunch of people(who you presume are family members) giving you sum big ol’ kisses on the cheek, and of course, big fancy steps which lead to nowhere!

pool party!!!! — under the burning heat of summer, you decide to have a lovely little pool party for your birthday! water guns included, of course.

surprise!! — inspired by a party i threw for one of my friends, your friends surprise you with a birthday party in..mcdonalds? oh and there’s a grimace mascot with a really funny host👍(and chicken nuggets)

surgery day — for your birthday, all your friends + your parents contributed to paying for your upper body and/or lower body surgery, they’ve been saving up for years just for you!<3 (this is for trans kiddos, plz do not request if you aren’t under said spectrum!)

goin’ solo!! (or duo idk)

“ma chérie” — you and your beloved went to a tiny little french café for your birthday, greenery all around. you spotted little bees surrounding the flowers, oh how you wished for a garden like that! (i might sneak in a lil’ hc of what your chosen char would buy:3)

cloud gazing! — you always loved cloud gazing, making up silly names for clouds in the sky. “hey, that one looks like you!” “???that one looks like the devil” “exactly, stupid.”

[larz-barz]

Picnic date

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Warning(s)/info: Combination of the ideas from @rosalinastan1 and @zenitsustherapist, fluffy cuteness, MiloRius, modern au so they’ll be humans:3 (Milo is still a yokai ofc)

Tagging: @bottlecapsandotherthings @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @nimmie-nugget @kimetsu-chan @slayfics @night-mince0 @frostburn-shoto

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Marius smiles slightly as he lays down the checkered picnic blanket on the soft grass.

He’s beyond excited for his first date with his little princess, Milo.

He looks up and his smile grows when he hears Milo’s soft foot steps as she walks over.

“Hi sweetheart! How are you?” Marius asks with a smile as he stands up to hug Milo.

Milo’s fluffy ears perk up a bit and she nuzzles into him, blushing a little. “I-I’m good, you..? This all looks amazing, Riu..!” She says happily and Marius smiles as he starts gently stroking her head and he presses a kiss to her forehead before responding.

“Thank you, angel.. I’m glad you like it! I’m doing good as well.” They both sit together on the picnic blanket.

“Since I know it’s your favorite, I made chicken udon for you!” He chuckles when Milo smiles excitedly and her tail starts swaying happily.

“Thank you, Riu..!” Milo says happily, maintaining her excited smile.

Marius wraps his arm around Milo’s waist and kisses her cheek. “Of course, princess! Anything to see that beautiful smile of yours..” He says lovingly and Milo blushes brightly then buries her face in his chest.

Marius chuckles and gently squeezes Milo before taking out the containers of chicken udon, rice, and stir-fry, along with 2 pairs of chopsticks and 2 empty bento boxes.

Once they each get as much of the food as they want, they begin eating and conversing happily.

After they finish they each put their empty bentos and chopsticks in the picnic basket, as well as the empty containers of food.

Milo helps Marius get the picnic blanket back into the basket. “Thank you, Mimi!” Marius chirps happily.

“Y-you’re welcome, R-Riu..!” Milo smiles shyly then yawns and her fluffy cat ears twitch.

Marius chuckles. “Angel, can you shrink for me real quick?” Milo nods sleepily before shrinking to her small form and nearly toppling over to which Marius responds by immediately lifting her up into one of his arms.

He begins to walk to Milo’s house and he smiles lovingly at her when he looks down and sees her sleeping face.

“Have sweet dreams, my little princess…” He whispers and gently squeezes her.

~the end~

hehe, i love them🥰

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Attack on Titan AU Valentine's Day Headcanons

Here we go - Valentine’s Day Headcanons for the main cast of AoT. Enjoy!

Armin - (the friend that is always single but the eternal advice-giver to those in relationships)

Armin - Armin has become more and more frustrated by the slow, painful progression of his best friends’ relationship. Everyone is aware that Eren and Mikasa have feelings for each other except for Eren and Mikasa. The tension is putting everyone on edge and Armin has had as much as he can take. As Valentine’s Day approaches, he decides on a scheme that will prompt Eren into confessing. 

Armin’s first move is to drop a lie into his conversation with Eren; that allegedly Mikasa has Valentine’s Day plans with Jean and a few of the others. Eren is taken aback by his exclusion from the fictional social gathering. Later, his surprise turns to fury when Sasha and Connie deny their involvement and assume that the gathering only consists of Jean and Mikasa. Armin had hoped that Eren’s jealousy would fuel him to speak to Mikasa. Instead, in a wild temper, Eren confronts Jean. It is Mikasa’s anger, however, which eclipses Eren’s own. Disappointed with their childish in-fighting, she decides to avoid both Jean and Eren until after the holiday. Momentarily, Armin is guilt-ridden at the result of his endeavour. That is, until Eren approaches Mikasa. They speak about the source of Eren’s anger and insecurity concerning her and Jean. Eventually he finds the words to ask the question -  “what am I to you?” And this time, Mikasa doesn’t say family. 

It’s all in a day’s work for Armin Arlet, that ostensibly innocent, diabolical mastermind. Happy for his friends at last, he spends Valentine’s Day curled up beside his cat with a good book. His phone sits on the table next to him, ready to reply to anyone who needs his advice. 

Eren x Mikasa 

Eren - when asked about his Valentine’s Day plans, Eren declares that Mikasa has shown no interest in the holiday. “She’s not like other girls. She’s cool,” he smugly assures his friends. Unaware of their ridiculing, Armin takes him to one side and tells him that this might not entirely be the case. He translates Mikasa’s ‘girl speak’ for Eren, convincing him that Mikasa is in fact expecting him to organise some form of celebration to mark the occasion. Whilst Eren disagrees at first, he soon realises that Armin is right. Then the second and far more pressing problem presents itself; Eren has no idea where to take her. Again, Armin comes to his rescue. He suggests that Eren and Mikasa take a long walk across the Ackermans’ farmland and into the beautiful woods that lay at the edge of their field. It’s a personal place for Mikasa, filled with childhood memories. He tells Eren to pack a picnic and spend the afternoon with her; for Mikasa loves nothing more than the peace and solitude of the woods, other than his company.

Mikasa - If the Valentine’s Day arrangements were left up to Mikasa, then she would ensure that Eren’s day would consist of his two favourite things: destroying titans and cheeseburgers. She would book day passes to the new Titan-themed amusement park which has recently opened up outside of town. The centre has high ropes, zip wires and a rifle range so Eren would be in his element. Afterwards, they would grab burgers at a mid-range restaurant (nowhere too fancy as they’re still students!)

Sasha x Niccolo (and Connie)

Niccolo - Niccolo knows that Sasha would never be interested in traditional Valentine’s gifts such as flowers or jewellery, but they have been dating for a few months and he wants to get her a gift. Consequently, he ambushes her after school one afternoon with a bouquet. Sasha is shocked by his sudden appearance whilst Connie finds the whole situation hilarious. When Sasha looks more closely, she sees that Niccolo has actually purchased her a chicken nugget bouquet. It is her wildest dream come true. (I saw this on Facebook and immediately thought of Sasha!)

Niccolo (Modern AU) - Sasha goes out for dinner at Nico’s restaurant. Connie and Jean accompany her and the three of them enjoy the best meal they have ever had. Sasha stays behind after the other two have  left. She enters the kitchen, where Niccolo is busy wiping down the surfaces. Sasha wraps her arms around Nico's waist and kisses him softly on the neck. At the sound of her whispered “thank you,” he turns around and takes her face in his hands…

Sasha - Niccolo’s culinary skills and restaurant recommendations are usually the inspiration for their dates. However, on this particular Valentine’s Day, Sasha decides to return the favour and cook him a mouth-watering dinner. The only issue is that she can never rid her house of her parents and siblings. Luckily Niccolo’s parents are going out for Valentine’s Day, leaving them with a free house at last. Sasha is thrilled to take over the kitchen and show Niccolo that she can cook too, whilst Niccolo has something else planned for dessert (wink wink).

Connie - Niccolo has Sasha all to himself on Valentine's Day so it is only fair that Connie gets his best friend back on the 15th February. All the unsold Valentine’s Day chocolates are half price in the shops so the pair sprint into town with empty backpacks. This year is much like any other; both of them eat until they are sick.

Jean - Jean is heartlessly mocked by his friends for not having a date on Valentine’s Day. Angered, Jean contradicts them, insisting that he has just started seeing someone. When asked for details, Jean only divulges that the mysterious girl is “cute” and goes to another school. When posed with further questions, Jean explains that the school would not be known to them as it is in another town. Soon his friends’ questions turn to demands for proof. Jean continues to defend his position, claiming that his new girlfriend isn’t on social media and he hasn’t taken any photos of them together on his phone yet. He almost has the others convinced when Connie asks for the girl’s name. Jean hesitates for a second too long, before storming off to a chorus of cruel laughter. 

Marco - is single and without a date for Valentine’s Day. His friends are outraged on his behalf  and Marco feigns his disappointment. In reality, he is secretly content to be by himself as there is no one he is currently interested in. (I headcanon Jean as straight and Marco as gay. I imagine that Jean didn’t realise this about Marco straightaway and when he found out he maintained his distance, incorrectly assuming that Marco’s friendliness was due to his interest in him. Hurt and shocked by Jean’s narrow-minded reaction, Marco confronted him. It took a while for the two to make up but eventually they did. Now Marco just brings the whole episode up occasionally to annoy Jean).

Historia/Christa x Ymir (and Reiner)

Reiner - Reiner has put considerable time into preparing for this moment. He has been on the receiving end of Christa’s smiles and flirtatious small talk enough times to consider himself eligible for a date with her. Today is the day. Reiner has practised his words (which even Bertolt seemed taken in by), and he has put on his best shirt. As the bell announces break time, he slinks by the lockers. Christa is speaking to Ymir. Reiner approaches slowly, pausing to withdraw a comb from his pocket to smooth back his hair. Ymir is partially blocking his view of Christa. This girl is emotionally and physically getting in his way; for Reiner is forced to angle around a passerby just to keep his eyes on Christa. Reiner continues and Ymir leans forward a little more. Then, just before Reiner can open his mouth, she kisses her! Reiner stands there, frozen. This is certainly not how he and Bert rehearsed it. (Or was it? ;) - Stolen from HIMYM but it just fits them perfectly!)

Historia - As Ymir has taken the lead on so many relationship-defining moments (the confession, first kiss, first date, first-), Historia wants to plan a Valentine’s Day that she will never forget. Historia has saved up every pay cheque from her weekend job at Shingeki coffee so she can take Ymir out for a night in the city. However she only manages to afford their train fare; nothing else. Still, the pair walk around the capital with hands clasped, despite the judgemental whispers of the bourgeoisie. Giggling at their ridiculous top hats, frock coats and fine feathers, Historia and Ymir run towards the city centre. They window shop, stare up at impressive landmarks and gaze hungrily into fine dining establishments. Historia and Ymir end their date by grabbing takeout at the station before devouring it on the train ride home. People stare; they don’t care.

Ymir - takes Historia out to her favourite dessert restaurant. Over a plate of crepes and strawberries, Ymir tells Historia that she is in love with her. Historia is astonished and only manages a weak “thank you.” Despite the sting of her lukewarm response, Ymir insists that Historia must have known how she felt and is content to wait until she is ready to say it back (“however long it takes.”)

Bertolt x Annie (and Reiner again, lol)

Bertolto - Bertolt cherishes his friendship with Reiner but he often finds it difficult to make himself heard when in his presence. Despite his assurances to Reiner that he is content enough to remain as Annie’s friend and content enough to receive monosyllabic replies from her during conversations, Reiner refuses to listen. Bert really doesn’t want to admit his true feelings for Annie but, unfortunately, his best friend has other ideas. He coaches Bertolt on everything from his clothing, to the manner in which he should approach her, to the precise wording of his confession. 

As Valentine’s Day looms ever closer, Reiner gives a heartening pep talk for Bertolt’s benefit before all but marching him over to where Annie is retrieving her bag and shoes from her locker. She glances up, frowning at Reiner’s grandiose greeting. His head turns and he catches Bert not walking but running away. Annie is speechless.

Levi x Hange

Levi - Levi would be filled with trepidation as Valentine’s Day approaches. In the two weeks since he and Hange kissed unexpectedly in his apartment, he has found himself quietly irritated at her carelessly cheerful demeanour. He had imagined that the pair would talk about the situation at least but Hange has said nothing on the subject. This has left Levi to brood over the implications of the kiss, whilst Hange has been strolling around the school quite oblivious to his internal conflict. Alone, he cannot figure out how to move forward, ideally to securing a date. 

A mixture of frustration and anxiety eventually pushes him over the edge. One day, as Hange is walking buoyantly down the corridor, Levi steps out and seizes her by the collar. Possibly he had imagined his gesture to be a romantic one, but in reality it amounts to a stream of half-shouted shit-themed insults culminating in a threat. Based on the 16,000 yen that she still owes him, Levi demands that she buys him dinner that Saturday. Startled at first, Hange slowly manages a sly grin, leaving Levi in wide-eyed disbelief that she would ever say yes to an emotionally-constipated asshole like him. Then again, when has Hange ever reacted to anyone or anything appropriately? 

Levi - (Modern AU) - As someone who favours being outdoors, Levi would make an effort to organise a scenic and entertaining date. Whether this involves a museum visit, a hike, horseback riding or a long walk through the city streets, he would ensure that it is enough to impress. Sophisticated dining would follow, either upon a building terrace with a panoramic view or his favourite tea salon. When in a more established relationship, he would favour home dates; cleaning his place until it is spotless before cooking a nice meal from scratch.

Hange - (Modern AU) - Hange knows exactly what Levi likes. She cleans their apartment until it is positively gleaming before setting up the rice cooker for his favourite meal; plain rice with no garnish. Levi arrives home from work and is stunned by the shining countertops. He turns to the doorway where Hange is standing, hair still dripping from her bath. His heart is racing but his look of disdain gives nothing away. 

“You’re wasting your time with all this cleaning, Four Eyes.” Levi approaches her, hands loosening his tie. “You see, things are about to get real dirty…”

(Special thanks: youre-ackermine; wanderlust-queen-writes; sixpennydame)

[mistype360]

Ello, pls judge me based off this: ISFP sx/sp 9wb (balanced chicken wings). More in my bio/profile.

Btw. I'm not sure if you're still making assumptions, if not, then just ignore my harassment attempt pls

my assumptions! "chicken wings" hahaha

if you were a flower you would 10000% be a peonie. alternatively pink and white tulips.

this is hyper specific but: whenever you played just dance with friends on the song "timber," you were always the panda

if you were a food, you'd be fresh pancakes with chocolate chips and maple syrup 🤤 (why does the emoji look like that LMAO). tbh any breakfast food in general

you love playing those roblox dress to impress games

i have no clue why but you remind me so much of the anime "promised neverland". never watched it though

you were mistyped as an enfp at some point, or at least on 16personalities dot com

your FAVV app is pinterest - probably full of outfit inspo and designs

you LOVEE making the people around you laugh and it makes you feel so much better :)

think that the sunset >> sunrise. also if you were a color you would be a sunset orangish pink combo

you're really really good at trivia games

likely reached level 700 on candy crush and then stopped playing afterwards haha

whenever the sky is partly cloudly you love looking up and trying to interpet what the clouds are shaped like and arguing about it

if you were a snack you'd be pretzels or chicken nuggets

when you were a kid you would always draw the sun at the corner of the page with a smiley face

you love having picnics

if you were a gem, you would be a pearl

[kadavernagh]

TIMING: After Regan and Jade buy couches LOCATION: The Common PARTIES: Regan and Jade SUMMARY: The town is cursed with cold cookies and no one is to blame, especially not Jade and Regan.

“I think we should have given more consideration to that small one, the suffocation model,” Regan said, watching Jade out of the corner of her eye, the most subtle of amused crinkles at the corner. Anyone else might have taken her completely seriously. She was only being 95% serious, though (there was a 5% allowance that, okay, the couch they agreed upon was acceptable for now). A man jogging through the Common whipped his head toward them as he ran by, as if thinking he misheard. Odd. “If we drop our guard to the point of allowing relaxation, we deserve the air squeezed from our lungs. It will keep us alert.” Regan squeezed Jade’s hand, fingers brushing over her ring, the crinkles by her eyes growing a shade darker. She was down to 80% serious now (100% if it was pointed out). “We don’t have a lot of oxygen to go around in the first place, between the two of us. But don’t you think Emilio might steal this one when it’s dropped off at Axis? All those knife pockets…” She gave Jade a raised eyebrow, a reminder. “Defense knives.” A lot of them. Up to a hundred. That seemed excessive, but Jade liked that feature and Regan approved of the removable cushions.

…She probably would have gone along with it even if it lacked removable cushions. Jade had sent her that photo of Betty Crocker whipped vanilla too many times for Regan to think otherwise (along with an explanation of the meaning). But how could she say no to such heartfelt excitement? Regan used to think she had little to no practical experience at decision making. Jade was an even more extreme case. Except, she didn’t realize how wrong that was, what she had been deprived of. So she could pick the couch, the paint, the… no, actually, Regan was insistent on the windows and basement. But other than that.

Regan stopped in her tracks as something that wasn’t Jade fried her skin, plucking at each hair. It was death, almost… not the death she most often knew, and not the twisted version of it that Jade’s vampires carried with them. Jade was used to being along for this particular ride by now (and Regan was adamant that her presence made her even more accurate, but the reverse was probably true). Wordlessly, she nudged Jade into a sharp left, and her focused eyes fell on what looked like – what was – a picnic basket left behind by someone. Whatever she felt was coming from in there, she was sure. “Who put something dead in a picnic basket?” Regan asked Jade now that they’d found their target. “I guess it could be a whole chicken, or a turkey, but it doesn’t feel… like that.”

Regan watched the basket intently, thinking for a second– just before she’d blinked– that she saw it move slightly. 

—

“Mm, I bet you do,” Jade fired back without missing a beat, rolling her eyes playfully. It was a good thing they were holding hands, cause she was staring so hard, silently encouraging Regan to give her one extra crinkle, that she had no clue where her feet led her. Regan could take them down a cliff and she would’ve been too busy to notice. She marveled at the way Regan revealed her smiles more openly these days. In the common! Where people could see! And of course, she had to entertain the current conversation. “I wonder if that’s what happens when we’re randomly jolted awake from sleep. You know the one… where you feel like you’re falling into the abyss and then, bam! I wonder if that’s cause the air squeezed…” before she could fully nibble on that tasty brain nugget, Regan continued vouching for the suffocation model. Except— “Um, excuse me, I’m not the one taking all the air away. You should try not making it as hard to breathe around you” she scoffed, but like, she never wanted it to be easier. She liked the effect Regan had on her. She liked how gay her lungs got any time she was around. She didn’t banter anymore when she realized Regan was right. (For the first time ever) (Mark the date). Yup. Emilio might take an interest in their super amazing couch. With all the incredible extra knife space.  But then again, wasn’t Emilio totally spoiled by Teddy anyway? She could just refer him to Just Couches. It would be all kinds of cute to have matching ones. Especially since he kept passing on her double date ideas. “It’s gonna be fine, baby.” She nodded, more certain that Regan wasn’t actually right, it was just a false alarm.

The stroll came to a sudden stop. Which usually only happened for two reasons: One, Jade had spotted a new place to get food from, or two, Regan was sensing death. Since she was clearly not the one who stopped them (right?) (she looked around, nope), then it had to be option two: Regan had found something. Or was about to. Sure enough, she felt a tug that made her belly flutter, cause Regan was hot when she was on a mission. And so she picked up her pace to get to whatever was making her girl’s spidey sense go off. They took a sharp turn left and then it was right there, on the ground. She tilted her head, looking at the basket. Huh. But Regan was positive it was something dead. And she was failproof. “Maybe it’s like… a super special offering,” she pondered and ooooh, what could it be? Was it a squirrel, it would be all kinds of poetic, like a full circle type of thingy, right after securing their first piece of furniture for their first home. Home. 

Figuring Regan would call dibs on the basket anyway (as it was her right with anything dead), Jade lowered herself to the ground (it wasn’t too far anyway, haha she was short), sensing movement within. “Can the dead move?” She hoped the audience at home would’ve laughed that it was her, of all people, asking that question.

—

Regan picked up on the joking lightness in Jade’s tone, but she came in with a serious answer anyway (when didn’t she?). Jade’s dead moved, but those weren’t really dead. They were both referring to the cadavers that lined the morgue she missed every day. “Sometimes, if there are maggot masses under the skin, it can look like the dead are moving. It generates a lot of heat, too, you know. Sometimes nearly one hundred degrees.” She gave Jade a look out of the corner of her eye, most of her attention still on the basket. “You would think more humans might consider using maggot masses for some heat in the winter. Sometimes the others in Saol Eile would do that when the moors got too gusty.”

Regan lowered herself to the basket, slowly, as if it were a wild animal in need of taming. And who was to say there wasn’t something alive in there, too, rattling the basket back and forth? It was definitely moving now. “There’s death in there, I know it. But what if there’s… a cat? A live one? They would eat the dead, in fact.” Regan swallowed, hesitating. “We’re opening it, right?”

—

“That’s actually super cool,” freaky, but cool. Jade glanced at Regan, genuine curiosity sparkling in her gaze. It never ceased to amaze her just how smart her bone partner was. And like, she wanted to ask more, she wanted Regan to get that adorable look on her face she got any time she explained something nerdy to her. Soak up all the knowledge Regan didn’t want to use at the morgue anymore cause she was… trying to be something else. (She supported her in her discovery but…) (But). She was pretty sure the basket was already pulling much of the attention anyway, but they would have to pivot back to maggot masses cause… “I need to see pictures of that, were they like knitted or…” she cocked her head using her imagination, definitely ignoring the pang of annoyance (and hurt) that the mention of Saol Eile made her feel. 

Regan joined her on the ground, and Jade watched with a dopey smile how she approached the basket like she was kneeling to pet Lullaby. (It had yet to happen, but she envisioned it every day). She was so silly. The basket rattled, but she was too busy staring, until Regan spoke up again, strangely mentioning live cats too. It was the best kinda freaky when they were on the same wavelength. It was probably like, a rainbow wavelength. “Cats do eat the dead, and bring you dead things,” she hummed turning back to the basket. It was totally why she knew her cats would become besties with Regan eventually. But Regan sensed death, so they had to open it. Her love deserved all the dead things. “We’re so opening it, I’ve been ready” With an encouraging nod, Jade flicked the lid of the basket (more rattling), and then the protective piece of cloth covering the dead… “Cookies?” Nope. Not dead cookies. Just cookies. They smelled too nice to be dead. “Now I’m not the expert, but I don’t think cookies are supposed to rattle.”

—

Jade, as always, was completely correct about what constituted “cool”. Even “super cool”. Regan melted a little at the acknowledgement from someone so special, someone who saw so much in her, and nodded with satisfaction. “It is. Maybe after this we can find a nice maggot mass together. Far better than a photograph, don’t you think? Some photos. There must be something decomposing around here somewhere, and the sun is nearly setting, so I think it would be…” Regan’s breath hitched as Jade kneeled down, and she did the same, her focus now entirely on the basket.

Regan’s skin prickled when the basket opened, a chill against her already-chilled flesh. Did Jade notice? Jade seemed undeterred as she delicately folded the protective cloth over, and– “Um, yes, those look like cookies. Not even dead ones, just chocolate chip. Which is a good flavor, but inferior to the plain oatmeal cookie or sugar cookies. I don’t think cookies can be dead, given they’re never alive. Professional opinion from an Apple Store employee.” Then why did she still feel death? Regan placed her hand over Jade’s before Jade could reach for the cookies. “I think there’s something wrong with these… or the basket, or maybe even this spot.” Regan shook her head, her lips pressed thin. She knew it rattled. It wasn’t just in her head, was it? 

“Do you think they were left here for a reason?” Just as Regan asked, a loud, twisted voice rang out from the basket – it sounded like it came from an old woman, but when she looked, there was nothing but cookies. When it became obvious Jade didn’t hear the old woman, Regan tilted her head and tried to listen more closely. “There’s… I hear an old woman. She sounds nice, but a little, uh, pained, maybe. Um… something about a cold cookie curse on us?” Regan raised a brow and there was silence. “No, never mind, she says we aren’t cursed. The whole town is.”

—

Cookies and maggot masses weren’t like, at the top of Jade’s favorite date ideas, but actually? Any date was her ideal date when it was Regan by her side, so she couldn’t help the excitement fluttering in her belly at the thought of checking that concept off their list. But first? They had a mystery to solve. And luckily for everybody involved, two of the greatest minds in town were joining forces to get to the bottom of it. She got distracted, though… “Mmm, can you make me sugar cookies?” Regan was already a world renowned baker in her opinion. Everything she put in the oven turned to gold. (Not literally, obviously). But fine, this was about the non-dead cookies. She might as well sniff them to see if they smelled foul, right? Nope.  Before she could grab one, Regan’s hand was on hers. Oh, okay… No touchy, then. Got it. 

Something was definitely wrong with the cookies, but what? Regan leaned in to… um, listen to the cookies, which, alright. She was the one with the Spidey sense, Jade wasn’t gonna question it. She fully believed the cookies were talking to Regan, don’t get her wrong. Jade could, also, have a little fun with it. Everything about this was totally whimsical anyway. “You know what, I hear her too, she’s… hold on, she’s delivering a message for you,” staring at Regan with a playful glint in her eyes, Jade bent to the cookies’ level. “Uh-huh. Yup. I got it, she says: Listen to your bone partner, she’s right a hundred percent of the time,” she winked shamelessly, and satisfied with her mini performance, she grabbed the basket to get up. “What a sound old lady,” she swooned, offering a hand to Regan.  

And okay, “if the town is cursed, then we are in charge of breaking the curse, duh,” which sounded exactly like the type of side quest Jade was down for. She watched like, four seasons of Once Upon a Time, she knew about town curses. (She eventually dropped it cause she didn’t like them depicting Bo Peep as an evil woman) (How dare). Side note, of course they were the only ones iconic enough to escape the curse, that didn’t surprise her in the least. “I know you’ve been dabbling in heroics recently, most notoriously Terramoist, so I know you’re the perfect woman for the job,” Jade nodded confidently once Regan was back in her line of sight. Her mind was spinning with possibilities. “We probably have to deliver these to some ancient powerful spellcasters or something,” Ooh! What if the old lady Regan was hearing was trapped inside the cookies and delivering the basket to the wizard would unlock a— wait, shoot, Regan didn’t believe in magic. “Or um, ya know, those crooks who pretend they can do tricks and all?” she air quoted ‘tricks’. “Actually, maybe it’s a prank”.

—

The old woman’s voice croaked with coldness, making Regan’s arms prickle with gooseflesh. She muttered the woman’s words, repeating them only because they had an important weight to them. Not that Regan believed they were anything truly impactful, of course. “She’s still going, Um, she says… by hearth and flame, by night and day? What? What does that mean? Oh, let warmth from ovens fade away. I still don’t– oh, there’s more. Uh, from flour and sugar, cold be born, and let cookies chill from dusk til morn.” Regan paused because the voice seemed to be done now. She blinked at the absurdity of the situation. “Jade, why am I hearing poetry about cookies from an invisible old lady who feels dead?” But Regan had convinced herself she remained sane even after Terramoist and the human simulations, so was this really much stranger? The voice seemed to take a final breath and then fade away, a cold chill biting Regan’s already cold skin.

Jade really had a way of melting Regan’s concern away (or… maybe that was just being distracting). “It’s probably nothing. So many things in this town are nothing, you know. Just turn your head away and they disappear.” Just like how she wasn’t a banshee anymore. “I’ll make you whatever cookies you want– sugar, chocolate chip, marrow, you name it.” Hold on, Jade could hear her too? Something about that sounded like a lie – Jade’s honesty wasn’t what she claimed it to be. “That is not what she said. What old lady are you listening to?” Regan narrowed her eyes at Jade, but she could still feel death pulsing nearby, and a chill from the disembodied old woman’s voice lingered in the air. Regan was a little uneasy when she took Jade’s hand, though the warmth of her skin cut through her uncertainty. She looked back at the basket they were leaving behind, still stuffed full of inviting cookies. Maybe they should have taken them – the worms outside the cabin might have enjoyed the nourishment.

“We both know curses are nonsense. Not even in the realm of pseudoscience, like a lot of this town’s fascinations. Just utter nonsense. But…” But what? “I think we could use some cookies now, so I’ll listen to my bone partner just this once. Not these cookies, by the way. I wouldn’t eat anything that the old woman baked. She doesn’t even have a body.” Regan harrumphed. “And here I thought we’d find just that. A disappointment. Hm. So roadkill first, then cookies.” She gave Jade a playful jab with her elbow as they walked out the common. “Decomposition always stimulates the appetite.”

[dearbisexual]

At the park!!!!!!! I just ate chicken nuggets and im sitting on a bench soaking up the sun and there's a birthday party about to happen behind me at the picnic tables and all is well :3

I have an hour and ten minutes to hang out before my covid booster and flu shot appointment

[ozimagines]

(Trying something new to write this character.)

Being Friends with Cyril O’Reily would include…

Despite his personality being that of a my little pony, he just doesn’t make friends easy.

Doesn’t help that when he does, Ryan almost always ruins it for him.

He loves his brother, but Ryan never helped him make a friend a day in his life.

He’s at the park with Ryan, who’s selling some of the bad stuff that he used to use. Cyril doesn’t mind as long as he’s not using it anymore.

He wanders through the park in his jacket. He finds as long as he doesn’t speak, people treat him somewhat nicely.

He sees you feeding the ducks. That’s the coolest thing in the world to him. He’s always wanted to feed the ducks.

He wanders up to you and stands next to you, in the spirit of a child with the size of a bouncer.

“Hello?”

“Are these your ducks?”

“No. They just looked hungry.”

“How does a duck look hungry?”

“They start signing angrily for the check.”

He laughs. You’re funny, even if he doesn’t understand the joke completely.

You invite him to sit with you. You open his hand gently to give him some of the peas.

You even show him that if he’s patient and still as a statue, he can feed them from hand. He’s not very good at that yet. He giggles too much when they start nomming his hand.

“You’re nice, I like you. My name is Cyril.”

“Thanks, Cyril. I like you too. Especially your hair! And I’m Y/N.”

You offer him some of your picnic supplies.

“I’ve got orange juice and a bacon egg and cheese sandwich? I’m not sure. I know what ducks eat, but what does a Cyril eat?”

He explains a Cyril can eat a lot of things. Mostly fluffer nutters and chicken nuggets.

“What does a Y/N eat?”

“Plot devices and character realism.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Its just a joke. I’ll explain later.”

You tell him your favorite foods.

“Have you ever been fishing?”

“I have. Have you?”

“Long time ago. Ryan says we did. I can’t remember. I got hit on the head a while ago.”

You extend your sympathy.

“I wish I could remember fishing.”

“Want me to give you the play by play?”

Cyril nods, even though he’s not sure what that means.

You tell him to close his eyes. He does, and all he can think of is Schillinger telling him to do the same. But your hands are on his and they’re soft like his mother’s, so he trusts you.

“Okay. You’re on a boat. It’s a beautiful day. Just get out on the water, then” you start blowing into his face. “Just the wind. Throw your line into the water.”

He tosses the fake line like it’s a basketball. You can’t help but smile.

“Now you wait for a fish to come over and bite.”

“And when I catch it I say ‘tag, you’re it’.”

“Ha! Sure, love.”

Ryan comes racing over to the both of you. You’re walking Cyril through what will happen if he ever watches a whale. 🐳

“What the hell are you doing with my brother?” Ryan starts angrily. You go to say something when Cyril stands up.

“This is Y/N. He/she/they’re my friend.”

“No anymore.” He drags Cyril from the bench and starts lecturing him on talking to strangers.

“You forgot your whale, Cyril.” You call over your shoulder. Ryan turns back because he thinks you’re making fun of his brother. But when he turns around, he sees you wrestling with a fake line. Cyril is smiling at you. “Have, Ryan is it? Have Ryan help you take it home.”

Cyril laughs. He whispers to his brother.

“Y/N thinks there are whales in the pond.” He giggles.

Ryan sighs and walks back up to you.

“Hey, sorry if I came on kinda strong. I’m all he has.”

“Not anymore.” You say, writing your name and number down on a piece of paper. “Tell Cyril if he ever wants to hang out again, he can give me a call. With your permission of course.”

Ryan doesn’t give Cyril the number. Doesn’t want him bothering you.

Cyril and he are having an argument. Cyril is acting out like a kid.

“Why am I not allowed to have friends?”

“Cyril, I’m not getting into this with you. Remember your last friends? Schillinger and Robson. Remember how ‘nice’ they were?”

Cyril is silent, hands balked into fists.

“Y/N isn’t like that.”

“Yeah, right.”

After a few moments.

“He/she/they gave you his/her/their phone number.”

“What? You’re misremembering-“

“No, I’m not. You took Y/N’s number and you won’t give it back. It’s not yours.”

After another moment of silence.

“I should be allowed to have friends.”

Ryan stays up all that night, wondering if it was wrong to take you from him like that.

He wakes Cyril up in the morning, gets him his cocoa pebbles and hands him the phone.

“It’s for you, baby bro.”

He takes the online, confused.

“Hello?”

“Cyril!”

And his eyes just light up at your voice.

“Y/N!”

“Hey, Cyril, turn on the TV.”

“Okay. But I always watch Miss Sally in the morning.”

“I know. I figure today we can watch it together.”

So you do; both of you giggling at Nooter and Pecky the whole time, Cyril not developed enough to appreciate her boobs, even if he says she’s pretty like a princess.

“Okay, if you were on a desert island, and you could take Nooter, Pecky, or Miss Sally with you, who would you take?”

Ryan watches him on the phone with you. He seemed happy.

Ryan agrees to let you come over to his place.

You and Cyril embrace like old friends.

You brought over board games.

“I like games but Ryan always wins.”

You give Ryan a sly look and he shrugs.

“Let’s play Monopoly. Cyril and me versus Ryan.”

You kick Ryan’s ass.

“Boardwalk. Three houses. That’s a lot, right?” -Cyril

“Yes, it is. Pay up, Ryan.”

“…” *bitter Irish grumbling*

Ryan orders you guys a pizza as you make a blanket for with Cyril.

“I like pillow forts. I made these when I was in Oz.”

You recognize the name and ask him about it.

“It’s scary. Everyone is mean. Even Ryan sometimes. Plus Schillinger and Robson are bad. They hurt me really bad. Ryan says I was raped.”

You’re stunned. Too stunned to speak.

“Do you need a hug?” He asks, kindly. You nod.

As you hug him, you make a pact with yourself that no one will hurt him ever again.

“I’m okay now. I have Ryan and Jericho.”

You ask who Jericho is, a little concerned that you were sitting where he was supposed to be.

Cyril gets really excited and runs out of the room. He brings back a sock.

“This is Jericho.”

“Hello, Jericho!”

“Hello.”

You’re startled. That’s not his voice. Not as you knew it anyway. You think for a second, wondering if you put yourself into too much danger.

You turn your back to him for a second, and when you turn back, you have one of your socks on your hand.

“This is Bethlehem. You can call her Beth.”

Cyril gets so excited he brings Ryan over for a conversation between the puppets.

Ryan explains to you afterward that Jericho is how Cyril used to speak. That’s why he can’t take the puppet away from the guy. He just likes hearing his brother’s voice.

You and Cyril are inseparable.

He gets an hour a day to text you on Ryan’s phone.

You get to meet twice a week, where you sleep over on one weekend night.

Ryan’s a strict mom🤣

Cyril shows you some of his favorite things to do. He’s not allowed to go out without Ryan so he does things around the house to occupy himself.

He jumps on his bed (a sturdy thing), builds forts, and watches Miss Sally.

You surprise him on his birthday with a replica Nooter and Pecky.

He doesn’t take them off his hands for a full three days.🥹

When you’re allowed to take him out of the house, you take him to Museums and Zoos and Aquariums.

You take him to a butterfly exhibit to practice gentle touches. After that, he’s gotten to be great at petting animals.

Surprisingly, Cyril really likes to learn. He rattles off facts about all the places you’ve been to Ryan when he gets home.

Cyril actually loves marine biology. Kind of. He likes fishies😁

His favorite is the Beluga Whale and the Blob Fish.

You do the blob fish face to make him laugh.

Thinks sharks are scary until you narrate their voices saying silly things.

“I don’t like to eat people. But no one gives me a PB+J.”😂

You’re very protective of Cyril.

When you see someone having fun at his expense, your blood boils.

“Hey there, buttercup.” -Schillinger

“Oh no the fuck you did not.” -you

When Schillinger is messing with Cyril in public one day, you walk up to them and stand there for a minute, saying nothing. All of a sudden you shout;

“Oh my god! Put your penis away, old man!”

Everyone’s heads turn to you, including a few cops, so Schillinger, in a huff, leaves.

Cyril also gets protective of you. He’s like a service dog. He’ll clear a path for you in public and sort of stay by your side always. He’ll constantly look at you to see if you’re comfortable and okay.

You celebrate your friendshipaversary. You get a cake shaped like an animal (Cyril likes cupcake cakes.)

Cyril bites off the bottom of the cupcake so that he can have the icing last.🥹🥲

You watch your favorite movies together; Jungle Book, A Land Before Time, Snow White

(His favorite Princess is Snow White because she’s always kind to people.)

You nickname him Doc, but you call him Bashful when he gets all shy.

He’s probably the greatest friend you’ve ever had; warm and sweet, curious and playful. Just a great guy all around.

Bonus: you made it official when Cyril proposed to you with the ring of his cupcake. It’s a ring that’s says: “BFF”. ❤️🥹

[ericsonclan]

Hey guys! Remember me? xD

Yeaaah, I was a little busy, school, drawing, work, life in general, but I played TWDG again with my lil' sister and got some questions, I'd like to ask you. If you still take requests, maybe you do a christmas break or something similar ^^

Sooooo, the questioooons:

-My sister and I argued a lot about that fight Clem had with Marlon. We like it, it's just a bit short in our opinion, but my sister always complains about how fast Clem can beat Marlon, like he's some pushover compared to other enemies we encounter in the game (or games in general). And in my opinion, he's got a little handicap there, being at the edge of a real breakdown, a physical breakdown too. It's not really animated, but winning a duel with shaking hands is, eh... hard xD Anyway, my question is, do you think, Marlon would be able to beat Clem in a real fight, when he's got his head in the game? He took to kicks from her straight to the guts and didn't faint immediately, for which I'm blaming the adrenaline, but it's still a little impressive, didn't expect that from him, hehe

-What do you think the Ericson Kid's favorite meals were, before they had to rely on a little bit of soup? Imagine Omar having a real kitchen in there, man....

-Welllll, who do you think would be the most motivated for Christmas? My personal guess is Louis, but also secretly Violet, because maybe she just doesn't want to show how much she really loves the affection they all give each other then...

-When you look at the Ericson Kids, which music genre pops up in your mind? For real, I got a whole part of my Drawing Music Album for each of my favorites, if I don't listen to that while drawing them, I won't ever get it right xD Drew Marlon and AJ the other day and my god, I never listend to Metal for such a long time. That's six hours straight, Sabaton, Metallica, Man 'o War, Metal Covers....

-Rather an awkward question, but my sister wanted me to ask, so here it is - You think there's anyone who doesn't like hot chocolate? Almost all of them are kids, sooo... there's not much chance, but my sister said she can't see Aasim drink hot chocolate for some reason, weird, I know xD

Alright, that's it from me for now!

Wish you all the best and happy holidays! Stay safe!

Our requests are always open and we're happy to answer more questions.

For the first question Marlon vs Clem who would win in a fight: We think that Clementine would still win. We think that Marlon would put up a pretty decent fight but since Clementine has had to experience more life or death situations and has gotten into more fights so she has the skills needed to win.

Oh man Omar with a real kitchen then the Ericson kids would really be having feasts every day.

Let's see favorite meals or food...

Clementine: She loves pancakes specifically chocolate chip pancakes. She could eat those all day every day

Louis: Those PB & J's uncrustables. Definitely not what people would think is rich people food and isn't but Louis loved to buy some and stealthily eating them in his room

AJ: Ants on a log, that snack with celery that has peanut butter and raisins on them

Violet: Chicken nuggets but that's the obvious choice given you can hear about it in the game so we're also gonna add Craft Mac and Cheese. It was one of her comfort foods growing up

Marlon: Meatloaf, specifically his mom's meatloaf. He'd claim it was the best meal in the world and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss it when he got sent to Ericson

Brody: Fruit salad it's something fresh and sweet and she liked switching the fruits ever now and again when it was made

Mitch: Burgers. He loves them especially bacon burgers. He'd punch someone in the face for a bacon burger

Willy: Applesauce he loved it before the apocalypse happened and he was dancing on the picnic tables when he learned that they could use the apples from the apple tree they had to make some for everyone. He also liked those beef sticks that you can get at the checkout at grocery stores he'd scarf those up like there's no tomorrow

Tenn: Peanut butter, banana and honey sandwiches that was his go to and he could eat them for the rest of his life

Omar: Brussel sprouts with candied bacon. His grandma had a great recipe for them and he always wishes that he could make them again some day

Sophie: Grilled cheese sandwiches. Damn she loved that food and she had suggest at one point that they make the trek out to the nearest town in hopes of finding ingredients for it

Minnie: Not a meal but she loves gummy worms and would always be snacking on them while she worked on her music

Ruby: BBQ and all the fixin's. Ribs, brisket, pulled pork she loves it all

Aasim: Lamb vindaloo it was something that he grew up on and his mom always made so it has a special place in his heart

Who's motivated the most for Christmas: Louis for sure he only keeps track of days so he knows when holidays, birthdays and anniversaries are. Ruby absolutely loves decorating and loves all that Christmas time symbolizes. Brody is in a similar vein with that and finds wintertime magical. Violet also really loves Christmas even if she couldn't do much to celebrate it growing up. She'd mainly spend the day with her grandparents and mom and had a small celebration. So she was surprised when Louis brought up the idea that they should celebrate Christmas even after the world had ended but she was glad that he did.

Okay music genres. I don't know if we have specific ones for all the Ericson kids so we might just add a few here for what we associate them with

Marlon: Classic Rock: Queen, The Who, The Doors music like that. To us he just gives those vibes

Louis: Classical music and really soft and cheesy love songs

Ruby: Country Music

Violet: Not a genre but usually quiet or somber music

This is an interesting question I'd say most of all the kids like or love hot chocolate. We agree that Aasim wouldn't be the biggest fan of it but he'd probably drink it around Ruby since she loves it.

Thanks for the ask and we hope you had a safe and fun holiday!

[delilah-briarwood]

Oi. Can I get a #6 with a large coke, a #9 with some fries, a #12 with some extra dipping packets, #18 hold the beans, and a #35 with all the fixin's?

Are you paying cash or card??

FRAN (She/Her). Dwarven Cleric

6) What weather does your PC prefer? Why?

Slightly warm weather with a clear sky; the type of weather where she could perhaps walk through the woods with a particular someone’s hand grasped in her own - free of any eyes that watch a little too closely. She’s an autumn-type girl but she does have a fondness for sunny days.

9) If your PC rolled through a McDonald’s what would they order 

Big Mac meal with a strawberry milkshake whilst also making sure to remind them that her girlfriend asked for no pickles

12) If your PC had to set up a date, what would they plan for it?

Stereotypically? Dinner in a tavern with more than a few drinks, live music, and the chance of pure joy. With someone she cares deeply about? A picnic. Somewhere away from the world with no pressure. Just her and her girlfriend. The picnic itself is probably full of unhinged food items her friends through together to try and be supportive, however.

18) Where would your PCs fall on the futch scale? 

Femme or butchy femme. She may have an amazing beard, strong muscles and razor sharp teeth (don’t worry about it), but Fran’s more femme.

35) If your PC was a dating option in a farming simulator (a la harvest moon or stardew valley), what kind of items would they like? 

She worships the god of alcohol so good wine would always go well with her. She’s also very emotionally driven so anything homemade or with sentimental value (or just kinda weird) would go miles with her.

TRICKERY - Tiefling Bloodhunter/Rogue - He/They

6) What weather does your PC prefer? Why?

Trickery has very few opinions about weather. But when he has somewhere warm and safe to stay, they do like the sound of the rain outside. They find it oddly peaceful (and gods know this boy needs some semblance of peace)

9) If your PC rolled through a McDonald’s what would they order 

Chicken nugget happy meal. His older sister absolutely also gets one. They end up with matching toys and treasure them. He is a Very Sentimental person.

12) If your PC had to set up a date, what would they plan for it?

Trickery is AroAce and despite his (mostly failed) attempts at acting charming, they don’t entirely understand romance. Any attempt they did make at setting up a date for someone else would just be painfully generic - either a suggestion from someone else or a casual social gathering. He just really doesn’t get romance.

18) Where would your PCs fall on the futch scale? 

He wouldn’t.

35) If your PC was a dating option in a farming simulator (a la harvest moon or stardew valley), what kind of items would they like? 

He’s AroAce so he wouldn’t be a dating option. However this boy is so very touchstarved and they would fall apart at the briefest moment of physical affection.

[pbandjesse]

Today was not what I expected at all. It was really good in parts and really not and others but we survived to see another day.

I slept okay here. I was very comfortable. I did not really want to get up. And I woke up at 7:30 when my alarm went off and then reset my alarm for 8:30 and go back sleep. I would wake up a little bit before my alarm went off and it didn't really matter that I had slept in. My first group wasn't supposed to come till 9:45.

So I got washed up and I got dressed. I didn't wear the outfit I have planned but I really liked the outfit I ended up.

Help a little bit better about myself to die. I still feel like my face seems wrong. And I was talking to CJ about it and I think I might be holding my breathing in the wrong spot. Like I'm holding my face incorrectly and pulling my chin in. So I'm going to try to be mindful about that.

I also just think it'll help me breathing.

Because breathing was hard today. There's more wildfire smoke coming down from Canada and we were back in the 170s for air quality. Not as bad as it was a couple weeks ago, but hazy.

I didn't really know if it was going to affect us today because no one communicate than anything to me. I had my yogurt and I walked down to the lodge to get to cartons of milk to replace the ones I had used. And then I came back up here and I started working on my knitting while I waited for my group. I also started reading one of my dear America books that I have.

And then Alexi walks by and she's like are you ready to teach inside today? And I'm like what? Apparently the Y made the call that we need to be inside as much as possible and cancel any programs that are outside. But mine's kind of both so I was a little confused. And she said that I should try to have my group fit at my picnic table in the building. So I had to take as much of my materials outside inside and set up a new still life and set up spaces for the kids to work. Which is fine I just wish someone would have told me earlier. I don't like that I felt like I was finding out on the fly.

And it ended up not mattering anyway because none of my group showed up this morning. I was supposed to have the boys and neither came. That was really upset about that! I felt stupid. I just hate the lack of communication. I just want to know what's going on.

So I started working on my boxes for color wars this weekend. I got paper cut and a different paints collected and brushes and things. I got really frustrated with my big paper roll and I kept threatening to die of things were even a little annoying. I was just really frustrated and just had to find some way to make myself laugh.

While I was working on that Tony came up to ask about helping him turn a pair of pants and shorts but because of the way that the cargo pockets were it would have made them like 4-in inseams and he didn't want hochie daddy shorts. So that was no. And we chatted for a while about how bad the communication has been. And he told me that Jorge wanted to do arts and crafts still even in their group missed it. So I said I would bring some over to the woodlands village.

I came down there with watercolor paint for him and brought some extras in case I need the kids wanted to do it too but they were watching a movie. So I said bye and went back up to my art building to read.

I double check with Cody that we were having the same lunch as normal and then when the time came I went down to the lodge.

Meals were a mess today. Every single meal was chicken nuggets. With some other side. Lunch was chicken with mashed potatoes which were incredibly salty. And vegetarian chicken was very overcooked. Apparently all of the food that was in the fridge spoiled when we lost power and this was the stuff that was still frozen. So it makes sense but it just kind of sucked today.

I enjoyed Celia and Annabelle's company at lunch though and we had some laughs and talked about how we can improve the enclosures for the animals and it was just a nice time.

Eventually I went back up to arts and crafts to chill until they camp was supposed to come. I was told that they were coming and they did. But then there was only five of them. And one of them wasn't even one of their campers they were from day camp one. But it was fine. They were actually a lot of fun. And they worked really hard on their drawings and once they were done their art that I planned they asked to use clay and draw and we were just having a blast up here. And I was really enjoying talking to my co-workers. I let them stay a lot longer than the plan time so I lost my break but I had such a long break in the morning that I didn't actually care. I was just having a good time doing my job.

Once they left I tested CJ to see if tipis was coming but she didn't know. So I sat down to read my book but then all of a sudden they were there. And I wasn't sure what to do with them because the plan had been to have everyone sit inside but there was 14 of them and their teenagers and so they were not all going to fit at the stable. And so we caught Alexa but she didn't have a good answer so I just decided to tell them all to grab watercolors and an object to draw and we would go to the dining hall. And it was not an ideal situation at all but you know what we made it work.

And it was pretty good time overall. The kids worked really hard and they were a lot of fun to talk to and there was some other drama because apparently one of the little girl cabins tried to clean but mixed bleach and ammonia in their bathroom by accident and created mustard gas. And so they had to evacuate their building. And it was just a day. We were really going through it.

Once TV was done they help me bring everything back up to arts and crafts and I gave them some stuff for their award projects that they need to do and then they left me.

I would spend some time reading and eventually Ty and Quan joined me. They sat on my back tables and ate their meal and we just gossiped and talked and it was a lot of fun. They filled me in on some of their feelings about stuff and I got to learn some of the weird things that are going on different villages that I don't always know about. It was very much a field report and that was a lot of fun to do because I haven't done in a while.

Eventually Quan would have to go but before he did we all laid in the hammocks and just chatted and it was a lot of fun. I just really felt connected to other people in a way I haven't yet at camp and that was really really nice. It was funny though because I was telling Ty that our age gap is the same as the age gap between them and the kids. So I see them as children which is why I don't participate in some of the things that they do outside of camp. But while they thought it was very funny they did seem to understand what I meant. And it was just nice to talk to them.

Eventually they would both leave me and a couple of the tipi kids came back to wash my arts and crafts stuff that was donated from Camp Spencer for service hours. So I pulled a chair out front and gave them some scrubby things and a washbin and they worked for about 45 minutes and I read my book while they chatted and told me all their good gossip and weird stories. And it was a lot of fun.

Soon Tony would come by with Ty and they apparently were playing a game that is Camp wide where people are trading objects. Some objects are "worth" more than other things. Black plastic spoons are very rare and will worth a lot. So I happen to have a bunch of those so I handed those off. And other objects are worth more because you can trade based on someone's perceived value. And I have a whole box of weird objects so I let Ty and Tony go through it and they fought over it and ran around the building and it was very silly. But everyone was having a great time and there was lots of laughing. And everyone was like why do you have all this stuff?? And I'm like I don't know I just collect things over time. And some of it was old pieces of dollhouse furniture and collections and things I've come across and been given and I was glad that it was going to some people that would enjoy it even if it was for a silly game.

It ended up being called the trinket game and I decided I wanted it in on it too. So I held back a couple things that I thought were interesting and I gave a couple away to Louisa and to CJ. So that they can participate if they wanted to. Later in the night I found out that Louisa traded the pen I gave her for a battery and then traded that for a mini jenga block which she eventually traded for the god pen which is blue. And she's trying to trade it up for the god egg. I don't know who has the god egg right now but that's high prize. I have not traded anything yet but I will. Maybe tomorrow. I have some really neat little objects that I think I can get even more neat little objects for. And I just need it'll be funny to be part of the ecosystem. The economy if you will.

Dinner was fine. I really liked the roll. They also have very good tater tots. And I set up my table in the back again and CJ and Annabelle joined me and it was fun. It was nice talking to them. And just catching up about the highs and lows of the day. We're all kind of already a little burnt out and it's sucks that that's the position we've been put in when it's only the first week of camp. It's literally felt like a month. I really hope next week feels more normal because this week has been hard.

After dinner I wasn't really sure what was happening. There was a birthday so they sang and there was ice cream sandwiches and then they were talking about flag and honor cabin and Kona ice. And no one really knew what was going on. So I walked back up to the art building to look for more trinkets and then I came back to the lodge and would go with CJ to help collect the mail to go hand out at flag.

And at 5:00 they get honor cabin so that meant I'm going to go get Kona ice before there's a line of children. So I got my snowball and I decided to get pina colada like always but I put a little mango in it for fun. I may or may not do that again. maybe next week I will try a whole new flavor. There's one called tigers blood that I'm interested in.

I wasn't sure if I was going to go to skit night. But I decided to because CJ wanted me to sit with her. And it was long. We were there from 7:30 until 9:30. They really need to put a cap on how long the kids skits can be if they're going to allow them to do skits. Because those first three took a full half an hour. Blanche and her group performed a song. One of her original songs. She played the guitar while the kids song and it was so sweet. And there was a couple shadow boxing rounds and then the tipis did a hilarious inflatable boxing match which was so good. And then some of the girls did skit of counselor impressions but it was like more dynamic than normal so it was really really good. That was probably one of my favorites. They all pretended to be kids coming to ask to go outside in a storm and they would pretend to be a specific counselor and respond the way that that counselor would respond And it was very funny. They really captured the essence.

But it was long and all of us were kind of done by the end. The last one was the oldest boys doing shadow boxing which was fine but two other group sat down the shadow boxing as well so it was a little bit like ugh. And they took like 15 minutes to do their whole sketch because there was a highlight reel pretending that like these two guys were like teammates and then rivals and then they had a falling out and never played again and became coaches and it was a really good storyline but the actual shadow boxing took way too long. I do got to give it to them though Quan had spent $80 to buy a trophy that he had engraved and I just love the commitment to the bit. That is hilarious.

But finally we were done and I came back up to the arts building and wash my face and put on lotion and I feel a lot better. I did have to go back down to the lodge to get my picnic table because I had left it there because someone told me they wanted to use it for their skit but then that did not happen so it's fine. I mostly just wanted to be laying down.

And that is where I am now. I brushed my teeth and I'm charging my phone and I am hoping that tomorrow feels more normal. I have stockade and pioneers and woodlands and some day camp groups and then I get to go home. And I talked to Alexa before I came up here and she said she's not sure what tomorrow is going to look like because of the air quality. It's gotten worse as the day's gone by. But hopefully it continues on the other way and it doesn't get super bad again. Let's hope.

I hope that you all have a great night tonight. I hope that the smoke isn't bothering you. I love you all. Good night!