#(they're all been around for quite some time... especially ashley)

[jean0farc]

‎ ‎‎Honor Among Thieves

Captain Hook x Fem! Reader | 2.5k

⎯⎯ summary ‣‣‣ “On an ordinary summer day my friends and I are having fun at the beach when suddenly Captain Hook and his pirates come seemingly out of nowhere and attack, causing chaos. I try to escape, even so much as to reach the car my friends and I used to get there, but I get caught and by one of the pirates and taken.”

⎯⎯ content warnings & tags ‣‣‣ dubcon, penis in vagina sex, creampie, fem! oral receiving, dom! Hook, body worship, fingering, breast kink, praise, dirty talk and pet names.

⎯⎯ requested by ‣‣‣ the wonderful @disney-girl67.

⎯⎯ banner credits ‣‣‣ the lovely @cafekitsune.

The intensifying heat of the sun today was rather unbearable for my liking—I had to make sure the amount of sunscreen I applied was just right for my skin in regards to basking in the summer heat. Thankfully, my best friends had some spare bottles of lotion perfect for our trip to the beach. We’ve packed just the best meals suitable for our picnic date; it’s been a while since we’ve taken a week off of an exhausting day of work, and an opportunity arose when we were given a discount to a beach getaway!

I drew a satisfying breath, taking in the fresh breeze that blew from the east side of the coast. Apart from the overwhelming heat of the sun, it was quite refreshing to take a time off of the monotonous city where industries and businesses collided in chaos. The palm trees danced lively by the breathtaking view, the birds chirping happily as we booked a stay at the chalet nearby.

“So, Ashley, what do you think of this spot so far?” I asked.

“It’s perfect,” my friend smiled. “Summer is a godsend, especially these days. The weather may be humid, but other than that their services are properly managed. I can’t stand always having to work under our boss lately. So I’ve decided to take a leave!”

“May I add that this particular sea stands out because there’s lots of treasure underneath.” my other friend commended. “Rumors say there used to be pirates here, but I believe they’re long dead after getting shipwrecked.”

“Pirates?” I asked, sitting upright, fixing my bikini. “Wait, are you saying, this place isn’t safe for visitors like us?”

“Relax, friend,” my other friend spoke, laughing. “It’s just a scary story spread all across this village. I’m sure that with all the legal authorities becoming more aware of the troubles they cause, they're probably thrown into prison by now.”

“Good, good.” I replied. 

“Anyways, I think now is the right time to go in for a dive! The deeper, the better!” 

“Wait, guys, but-“ 

My friends ignored me this time. They left me without any explanation to stay, leaving me to rot in my own thoughts of whether there were potential thieves roaming around the place. But I’ve decided I won’t back down. I left the patio, without any other reason to make excuses for why I refused to go in for a swim. Out of guilt, I just kept on going, leaving all my worries behind.

My friends and I ran towards the seaside, happy and carefree of the world’s stressors. We even threw some handfuls of sand at each other and splashed some seawater the moment we went for a swim. 

I found it difficult to keep up with my friends this time, the way they swam around the beach and took pictures of the glittering waters. But I dared not to be a killjoy as of this moment, I complied with their requests to have fun regardless.

As we swam recklessly by the sea, I noticed the sight of a large, wooden ship approaching from a distance, seemingly approaching towards us. I felt all along that my gut instinct was right. I tried my best to not falter at first, but knowing they could kill if we didn’t surrender our belongings was something I was truly terrified of. 

“Ashley! Lottie! Mary!” I called out. “There’s a ship approaching! Let’s gather around and leave!”

“[Name], you’re being incredibly ridiculous.” my friend Mary laughed. “Those can’t be pirates! It looks like a normal ship!”

“But-“

My friends ignored my pleas, so I had no other choice but to leave the seaside. I was deathly worried about their wellbeing since pirates aren’t to be trusted regardless, but I started to give less fucks about others and focus on my own needs. This is it. I left my friends and made my way back to the beach house, running half naked and sweaty from the intense blanket of heat that filled the air.

“Take a closer look, Murphy,” scoffed a pirate from the ship as he used his binoculars to zoom into the sight of my friends swimming. “We eating good tonight, aren’t we?”

“Damn right. Nothing more than a bunch of bombshells worth taking in for the night.” Black Murphy laughed loudly. “James will surely be having fun by the end of the day. From what I understand, he’s already by the shore holding some random bitch hostage.”

“Right! Hah. The Captain should consider himself lucky.”

And there I was. I finally arrived at the beach house, surprised to find the door to our room locked. Pleas of someone could be heard from inside, and I didn’t know what to do other than bang the door from outside. The voice was muffled, which made me realize that whoever the captor was turned out to be someone not to be messed with.

My heart raced upon this discovery. Who could have possibly thought there was someone else inside the compound? I tried using all of my strength to open the door. I tried, and tried, and tried…..

And with all my brute force, I managed to successfully pry the door open. I was then met with an unexpected scene.

There in the corner of the room stood a tall, dark figure dressed in red, while his other hand was replaced with some sort of hook. He apparently was holding some sort of knife with his other hand, and it turned out that the identity of who he just killed was the manager of the beach house me and my friends stayed in. The figure took a step forward, revealing himself to be none other than a pirate captain.

I tried to leave, but another one of his pirates grabbed me by the wrists from behind, pushing me to the ground and swiftly locking the door from outside. It was unknown as to how this happened, but I knew from the bottom of my heart that this was coming. 

“Looking as gorgeous as you always were, lovely stranger.” the pirate spoke softly. “Say, are you perhaps here for a trip?”

“Um, yes?” I hesitantly replied. “Who could you be?”

“That doesn’t matter, my dear. In fact, your name doesn’t matter to me either. Say, what are your thoughts about a relationship of give and take? Worry not, for I won’t harm you, as long as you do exactly as I say.”

“Huh????”

“I came here to claim five million bucks from this entire resort. Provided you and your friends do exactly as we please, your lives shall be spared.”

“What???!!!” I protested, attempting to get up and reach for the door behind me. “No, I must have known…!! You-you must be the captain!!! Please, captain, spare our lives!!!”

“Why, if it isn’t the right answer, hm? My name is Captain Hook, I also go by the name James. Though this info won’t matter by the time I’m done with you.”

I froze, unsure of how to react in the face of such a threat. I attempted to stand up, only for the captain to kneel on one knee and unfasten my bikini straps. 

“Please…..” I begged. “Let me go! I’ll do anything!!!”

“Is that so? Why then, don’t resist.” Captain Hook smirked.

I frankly hated how this was turning me on.

He moved his hook down my breasts, groping it with the thin piece of metal while his other hand caressed my cheek. 

“Such a beautiful, sensitive little thing.” he cooed. “Gods must have sent you to serve as my personal pet.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I disobeyed his request and resisted the captain’s touch, only for him to pull me inward. He kneaded on my breasts gently and leaned closer to suckle on my nipples, which was already hard at the sight of his tall stature. He swirled his tongue around it, moaning gently as the sounds of sloppy slurps filled the room.

I hated how good it made me feel. I shivered at the thought of a random stranger’s face up my breasts, but there was no denying that he was extremely good at it. A part of my mind wandered on the scenario where he claimed a number of bodies. From the charm of his facial hair surrounding his features, to his enigmatic smile, it left me with chills—and they weren’t exactly that of the bad type.

He didn’t stop, oh, he didn’t. The more I held back a moan, he just kept sucking in long slurps that left me soaking in my arousal. My breath hitched at the sight of his unshaved face lapping and salivating against my breasts, carefully caressing it as he pulled away.

“Mmmmmhhhh~”, I groaned in frustration.

“What a cute, desperate pet.” Captain Hook whispered. “If all it takes for you to grow wet is to have someone suckle on those stress balls, then you must be a really needy whore after all.”

“Please……I need it….I need it so bad!!!” I protested, desperate for release.

“Eager for my cock?” Captain Hook asked. “Well, you might want to exercise a little patience, my dear. Good things don’t always come in easy packages. Now, let’s take this off from you, shall we?”

With that, he tore my panties off with a clenched fist, leaving my naked form to sulk in hopelessness and frustration. He wasn’t the type to give warnings, for he was quite straight up with what he wanted to do. He was all powerful. That only gave way for me to feel worthless and pathetically needy for his touch.

“Mmmmmm……already this wet? Hah. How pathetic.”

He didn’t give warnings, indeed. I knew he had it in him when he dove into my cunt, kissing the nub gently as he rubbed his finger against it. I felt as if I was about to squirt too early, but I held it in. Then comes the hard part. The fingers. He stuck two fingers in me, forcing his way in without any form of lube or prep. With the burning pain slowly melting away into pleasure, I let him swirl his tongue around my clit without any form of inhibitions after all. The captain yapped and lapped at my vaginal fluids, overflowing to an extent of it streaming down my cunt. It felt warm, pleasurable, and on top of all that, I felt like I was about to catch feelings for the man.

His digits began curling upward, making me wince at the length of his fingers, yet still aroused. The slight curve didn’t bother me in the slightest. It felt so good, and I for once didn’t mind squirting and cumming all over his face for all I cared.

“Ahhhh, I’m close,” I moaned. Captain Hook drove his mouth deeper, giving my clit a rough suck before pulling away. Leaving my entrance gaping with fluid, he chuckled smugly.

“You taste divine, pet. Hmmm….I think you’re ready to take all of me now. Just relax.”

Captain Hook let go of my figure, turning to his pants as he pulled the upper section down. I wasn’t expecting the sight of at least ten inches of trouser action, and I grew hopelessly frustrated by the fact that it still wasn’t shoved deep in me. 

“Now, now, dear.” Captain Hook spoke. “This won’t be lasting quite long. After all, you’re already this close.”

Spreading my legs wider, the captain rubbed my clit with his cock, enabling me to make use of my energy in humping right back. I held the throbbing length, and felt its texture before he slipped it right inside me with force.

”AGH!!” I squealed.

“What, don’t you like it?” Captain Hook asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Keep going….It burns, but, keep….going!”

“I see. Well, then who am I to deny you what you want.” 

With one thrust, he drove his cock inside me and started to slowly rock in and out of my cunt. It felt euphoric, really, the way he handled me roughly and recklessly without any filter. To compensate for his efforts of ramming through my walls, I fucked him back.

My breasts wobbled as my body grew used to the pleasure judging from the growing speed of his thrusts. He was brutal, violent, just like any other pirate would be when faced with an incoming threat. Gripping my cheeks tightly, Captain Hook used his superior strength to lift my limbs upward to gain a better access towards my core. He kept hitting, and hitting the spot, so much that I could feel myself cumming in less than five whole minutes. I arched and mewled against his grasp, the sounds of skin slapping against skin becoming more apparent. I began to develop no care for whoever overheard our little affair going on. All I needed was to reach completion at the hands of this charming stranger.

Captain Hook was also growing desperate over time. His moans grew more animalistic, muttering a ‘yes’ repeatedly as he was about to lose composure. When I felt a tinge of pleasure spark from within my heated core, that was when he chose to pick up speed. He then leaned closer to feel my neck with his face, leaving hickeys all over as he continued to bite down the layers of thin skin. I yelped in pain for a moment as the sensation slowly turned into pleasure the way he bit on the right spots. 

If only he could see my face right then and there, I would have been humiliated from that point onward. Then he did.

“Ah, ah, ah, no looking elsewhere.” Captain Hook muttered under his breath, panting hard. “Eyes on me. Show me how much you crave this feeling.”

“I—Mmmmmmhhhh….!!! Please, I’m….I’m gonna…..”

“Hold it off, little one. Have your master do all the work.”

With all his strength, Captain Hook grabbed my hips tightly, the hilt of his cock ramming in and out of my heat. The slaps against my ass were wet and loud, our moans matching each other like a symphony. 

“Agh!!!! Captain!!!” I trembled in excitement. “Ahhhhh~”

I wailed his name (James) as Captain Hook thrusted so deep into my core. My walls fluttered and throbbed hard that it was almost a crime for him to pull out of me. I shook against him, crying like a bitch in heat as I felt like the whole world had just shattered before my eyes. Captain Hook spurted his seed balls deep in me, his cum surrounding itself all over my dripping cunt. I let out a deep sigh, realizing the whole mess I’ve been engaging with in the company of a complete stranger.

“Hah……Hahhhhh……..”

Captain Hook didn’t even budge, his cock already retreating from my walls in a slow, yet steady fashion. 

“Such a filthy, disgusting little mutt.” he said, putting his cock back in and leaving me to sulk by the edge of the doorstep. “Get up.”

Captain Hook grabbed my cute, pink bikini, tossing it before my face.

“What is your name?”

“[Name].”

“You did well, [Name],” he said. “Judging by the looks of it, you owe me several nights of complete entertainment. Come outside when you’re ready. I’m more than willing to bring you into my ship.”

#captain hook disney #captain hook x reader #captain hook x you #disney villain x reader #x reader #dubious consent #disney x reader #disney smut #peter pan smut #captain hook

[hekateinhell]

OKAY this holiday season i am thinking especially about louis maybe drinking a liiiiitle too much from all the folks wandering around in their post-christmas party inebriation. he comes home to trinity gate all flushed— not quite buzzed, but just WARM and sweet and in a generous enough mood to let armand drain him by the fire. maybe armand lays him down on a nice fur rug in front of the fireplace and studies the warm blood all over his body. and maybe he laughs and feels his heart swell just a little as he fucks louis and watches the way he arches off of the ground, the way the light from the fire crackles in his eyes 🥰

ASHLEY MY HEART JUST EXPLODED. 🥺❤️

Because I think Louis would make the most endearing "drunk" around Armand! With Lestat, Louis gets sassy and has to get fucked before he can even think of settling down, but with Armand he is so sweet.

And Armand just smiles and takes his arm, "Yes, dear"-ing and "Of course, my love"-ing him into their home while Louis reaches over to play with his hair, staring at him unblinking with his enormous green eyes like they're right back in late 1800s Paris and nothing bad has ever happened between them. 😭

"A perfect thing," Louis whispers tuggling on a loose auburn curl as he leans in like he's about to tell some great secret, "An absolutely perfect thing."

Armand is utterly charmed to see Louis like this almost... playful. Boyish. A sight so rare, he can count on his fingers the times he's seen it in over a hundred years. Of course, Armand has to pounce on him right on the fur rug in front of the fire. Preserving every little detail in his memory, thinking to himself that in another universe, he and Louis would have been nothing more than two morbidly romantic youths in love.

#this just in: i'm a sap RIP #ily ash lmao bless you for this you KNOW i needed it!!! <3 #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I'M GONNA SCREAM!!!!!!! #i think this is it for tonight because i'm still sick :( tysm guys and i'll answer the rest tomorrow! #you ask and hekate answers #vc #armand/louis #xmas asks!

[wakingupclean]

hm

just kind of like a reminder of what i was thinking about while vacuuming earlier that i'd like to bring up to my mom at some point

the other day she was saying how she hopes my youngest sister will one day get her shit together mostly in regards to being able to keep her house clean (sister has two toddlers and works full time and is a single parent). i brought that up to my mom and she was like "oh well i managed to do that" but no she had the help of my dad when we were little. and i didn't bring up that my sister is neurodivergent and has always struggled with keeping spaces neat and organized due to her executive dysfunction (a cardinal sin in our house growing up)

and i think a lot of my mom's feelings about that do come from a lack of understanding. she and my dad truly always have just thought we kids were being purposefully, spitefully lazy when we weren't able to keep up to their standards be it with cleaning, school, or work later in life. bc they were able to have a clean house and work full time just fine

but like even putting aside neurodivergence (which-- my thinking on this today is the result of my own current introspection and self-discovery on that subject)--- i think one of the issues is that my parents look at these skills as just basic default human characteristics that if one isn't performing well, they are trying to be rebellious. when these are *skills*. not a default part of the human condition as much as capitalism wants to pretend otherwise

like it is recommended and somewhat expected for most able bodied people to get some amount of exercise and so many people do sports as children or adults. but nobody in either of these categories is expected to be an olympic athlete nor shamed for not being able to achieve that level of skill

we all have a variety of things we're skilled and not skilled with, regardless of neurodivergence or other qualities. this seems obvious especially when it comes to school- like most people will readily admit they are bad at math. but it is seen as such an almost moral failing to be bad at social interaction or worse, to not be good at meeting the demands of the ~expected~ lifestyle

idk this has always been something i've struggled with bc there are so many areas in life where ive never measured up, but as able to skate by through masking or due to my own stellar performance in other subjects. like yeah middle school ashley doesn't really have friends and misses a shit ton of school and even has SI! but she gets great grades, is gifted, and loved by teachers so those other struggles don't matter. until 20 years later when the burnout hits and the masks start to chip and everything is suddenly so, so hard. my mom keeps sending me links for jobs to apply to and i am just like 1) i am in the middle of spravato treatments which is a huge time commitment 2) mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually i dont think i could even work 10 hours a week right now!!

and that is terrifying and keeps taking me into a loop of like i feel a little better following a spravato day and then i remember that i cant support myself anymore and that my parents who were so so proud of me the past few years (finally! proud of me, the former alcoholic fuck up! doing the 9-5, having a 401k, a career, independence) are slowly starting to view me as a colossal lazy fuck up again and not caring about my current capabilities or how much pain i'm in or how many nights i pray for death... because to them, i should be pushing through it and sucking it up.

and i know that they're scared for when they're no longer around if i can't support myself then i will be even more fucked. but it's been like six months since i quit and no amounts of rest seem to be helping and id what to do.

this is so hard and i try not to think about it bc i will spiral- distraction, distraction, distraction. and today i keep remembering that i need to ask them for $200ish to pay my electricity and phone bills and i am avoiding that because i know i am just sinking further and further in their eyes. and i dont want to care so much but i do. it felt so good when they were proud of me. but that is the trick of it, that's how it felt when i was a kid too and was the golden child for a time. falling from a pedestal bruises harder each time i think

#personal #journal type post #went on a tangent

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Dreadful Pies- Research

Sweeney Todd Story.

Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street is a penny dreadful story from 1846, a penny dreadful is a cheap story popular in 19th century England, these stories cost one penny to purchase so they were very affordable. The story follows a barber from London who wants revenge on the corrupt Judge Turpin, who had Sweeney Todd arrested and stole his wife and child. When he arrives back in London after years of imprisonment he starts up his barber shop with the help of Ms. Lovett who owns a pie shop below his barber shop. The pie shop isn't very successful until Sweeney Todd starts killing the customers of the barber shop and putting them into the pies. He met his demise when the smell of all the dead bodies caught the attention of the public and police were sent to investigate.

Human Pies by Ashley Newman and Andrew Fuller

Ashley Newman created these model pies, but they are not edible. These pies caught the attention of Andrew Fuller, a cake artist, who was inspired to make an edible version of these pies.

Although, for my pie i didn't decide to create a face I still really like this designs.

Weird Foods

Theres lots of diverse food around the world and some of them are quite unusual. I decided to go down this route with my pie, not gruesome and bloody but unusual and strange as I think it elicits more of reaction by seeing something that is just not right. Some foods that got this reaction from me when researching were:

Stargazey Pie, a pie with fish in it but the fish are poking out of the pastry. I almost did something similar with one of my designs being a severed fish head in a pie.

White Ant Egg Soup, from Loas contains ant eggs, any embryos and baby ants. I also put an embryo in my weird pie so I chose this one because that and it also looks gross and looks like maggots.

Airag is from Mongolia and is fermented horse milk. It's a kind of beer that they make by fermenting horse milk in a slightly alcoholic liquid. They have been drinking this in Mongolia for centuries.

Weird foods are also present in media, especially Sci-Fi. In franchises like Star Wars you have the Mos Espa market place on Tatooine. In Sci-Fi series food will look very different as its apart of the world building, to be as far away from reality as possible to make the idea that they're on another planet strongly come across. And especially on Tatooine, a desert planet the food is going to be whatever little creature they come across.

Nuna Meat from 'The Book of Boba Fett' Chapter 3- The Streets of Mos Espa.

Both fiction and non-fiction can be used as inspiration but I didn't want to make my pie food an alien would eat otherwise it would be justifiable that its weird as its extraterrestrial, so by putting a human baby in the pie instead of an alien creature its recognisable that this food item is meant to exist in our world to make it seem even more gross.

Other stories that contain humans in food are 'Snowpiercer' originally a graphic novel released in 1984 by Jacques Lob and Jean-Marc Rochette, then adapted into movie by the same title in 2013 starring Chris Evans and then a three season TV show, starting in 2020 and ending in 2022.

The story takes places on a frozen over Earth and the remaining survivors live on a train the Snowpiercer. Although the resident living at the front of the train live in luxury whilst at the back of the train they live in poverty and sometimes have to resort to cannablism to survive, the starving passengers rebel against the rich and selfish and force they're way to the front of the train.

The Platform is a Spanish movies about a prison and each level of the prison is an individual cell with two people. A platform full of food makes its way from the top of the prison to the bottom, but of course by the time the platform reaches the bottom there is no food left so the inmates on the lower levels on the prison have to result to eating themselves or their cellmate

[butterflieshurt-ia]

New (well bringing back old) Muses!

Name: Katalina ‘Kat’ Rodriguez Fandom: The Emperor’s New Groove/School & Descendants  Parents: Kuzco & Malina Label: The Flirt Gender: Female Main Age: same age as the main descendants crew (minus carlos & jane) Birthday: November 20th Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Orientation: Bisexual, Biromantic Bio: It’s easy to say Kat is her father’s daughter, that air of arrogance is there, along with the fact that she likely will try to flirt with someone upon first meeting them, especially if they’re cute. Add in the fact that she definitely has her dumb moments, many brush her off as just a ‘mini Kuzco’, but what they’re not aware of, what most aren’t, is the Kat actually has a lot more in common with her mother than they realize. She’s actually wickedly smart, the top of all her classes, she has the competitive streak, and a deep love for animals. It’s hard, though, for anyone to actually see her as smart, they think she’s ditzy, perky, annoying... Kat tries to not let it get to her though, she’s stronger than that, she tells herself, the words don’t hurt... Even though they definitely do. She doesn’t let anyone know though, she has to be empress one day, she’s been in training her whole life, and that means she has to have a backbone. Plus, with her best friend, Scrat (pet squirrel, descendant of Bucky) by her side and her family, life isn’t actually so bad. Faceclaim: Jamila Velazquez

Name: Victoria ‘Tori’ Pixie Fandom: Disney Fairies & Descendants  Parents: Tinkerbell & Terence Label: The Good Gender: Female Main Age: same age as carlos & jane Birthday: March 10th Zodiac Sign: Pisces Orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic Bio: One of the purest hearts in Auradon, Tori is one of the kindest people one could ever meet. She loves to put smiles on everyone’s faces, whether that’s with hugs, cookies, or flower crowns, it doesn’t matter. She’ll even sit with someone for hours when they’re upset until they’re smiling again. When she’s not busy being a shining beam of light, Tori loves to hang out with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, getting into mischief and playing games. Or she’s baking, Tori loves to bake and has a tendency to overdo and end giving out a bunch of free baked good to various residents of Auradon, sometimes even making them cute little baskets and hand delivering them door to door. People have told her she should consider making into a business, but she can’t imagine charging people for anything. Despite all her goodness, Tori also has a secret, when she was young, she was gifted a tiny bottle of pixie dust. She wears it in a chain around her neck hidden by whatever clothes she’s wearing, and she uses it to fly occasionally, and perform small feats of magic from time to time. It’s replenished by one of her parents when it starts to get too empty, and she’s sworn to not tell anyone. Especially Fairy Godmother.  Faceclaim: Elle Fanning 

Name: Ashley Lillian Wonka Fandom: Charlie & the Chocolate Factory Parents: Willy Wonka & Sarah Fielding (NPC) Label: The Sweetheart Gender: Female Main Age: 16 Birthday: April 5th Zodiac Sign: Aries Orientation: Bisexual, Biromantic Note: Ashley’s influence mostly comes from the 2005 movie, but her Willy is definitely... not as creepy and childish. and his ‘faceclaim’ isn’t Johnny Depp. Okay just wanted to make that clear. Bio: Long before Willy Wonka became Willy Wonka: The Amazing Chocoatier, he was in love, he was married, to a beautiful woman named Sarah, and they had a baby, a beautiful little girl named Ashley. But tragedy struck on Ashley’s first birthday, driving home from the restaurant they had been celebrating at, there was a terrible car accident. Sadly, Sarah was died on impact, and Willy and Ashley only suffered minor injuries. But Willy, not thinking he’d be able to continue to raise Ashley all alone, or even at all, made the decision to sign his rights over to Sarah’s mother, he convinced himself it would be too hard... Especially considering how much she resembled her mother. So life went on, Ashley spent the next several years of her life being raised by her grandmother, knowing who her father was (mostly due to a slip up by her grandmother one day when was around the age of six) and absolutely idolizing him. When the infamous golden tickets happened, Ashley did everything in her power to try to get one, sadly she did not... But little did she know, the golden tickets would help her anyways, because a while after Charlie won and officially became Willy’s heir, he ended up finding out about Ashley. A talk with Willy that had never meant to lead to Charlie finding out, but it did, and after that Charlie could not just forget about Ashley and what he knew. So, the young boy set out to find her, and, thanks to the help of the Great Glass Elevator, he did. The reunion between Willy and Ashley was not the most... heart-warming at first, but it took Willy only a short amount of time to realize Ashley had been a missing piece in his life that he’d been missing all these years, and soon, Ashley moved into the factory as well. 

Nowadays, Ashley can usually be found helping her father and Charlie out with new candy inventions, going to school, and preparing to one day help Charlie take over the factory. While Ashley is definitely considerably calmer than her father and not nearly as zany, one can see him in her. She loves to invent things, not just candy either, she’s extremely passionate, and loves to have fun. Fancies herself a good party, but doesn’t necessarily let her father know about that part. Also extremely brilliant, and all around friendly, pretty popular due to who her father is. All in all a girl who’s just as sweet as... candy. Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd

#❝ run! save yourself now before it’s too late! ❞ || NEW MUSE #❝ sue me for looking too pretty tonight ❞ || KATALINA RODRIGUEZ #❝ not gonna dull myself because you dull yourself ❞ || KAT’S THREADS #❝ a heart full of laughter with nothing to lose ❞ || VICTORIA PIXIE #❝ your sunrise is coming brighter than gold ❞ || TORI’S THREADS #❝ she thinks she’s made of candy ❞ || ASHLEY WONKA #❝ got a hurricane at the back of her throat ❞ || ASHLEY’S THREADS #(hi so they might seem new but these babies are some old and special babies of mine) #(they're all been around for quite some time... especially ashley) #(she was my first oc ever) #(i briefly wrote these kids on an old blog but they've all been around longer than tumblr days) #(they're all good kids & i really love them a lot so pls be nice to them) #car crash tw #death tw #parent death tw #long post tw #long tags tw

[noszkass]

ashley tempest winthrope.

thirty six. defense attorney. jai courtney.

“You're supposed to grow out of your horridness, aren't you? I don't think I ever grew out of mine. Sometimes I think it's still inside me, like something nasty I swallowed, that got stuck...”

content warning: mentions toxic, co-dependent relationships; abuse; death of a peer/family member (via murder).

dominant traits. logical, charismatic, gentleman, stoic, focused, patient, selectively affectionate, charming, observant, cautious, possessive, unpredictable, self-preserving, forceful, obsessive, demanding, melancholic, aggressive, irritable, distrusting, unrelenting, loyal, easily jealous, less hair-trigger more berserk button, no-nonsense, quick thinking, dishonest.

fictional parallels. elijah mikaelson (the originals); geralt of rivia (the witcher); henry winter (the secret history); pope cody (animal kingdom); richie gecko (fdtd the series).

○ born into the winthorpe family; known for their successful generational family law practice, as councilmen from neighboring townships, and good for nothin' criminals who latched onto the teat of a community that's long-since given up on them like leaches─depending on what side of miriam's well it is you live in. ashley's particular branch is the former. estate house in rosebush hill drive, debutant turned matron belle mother who just can't seem to find her way around or out of other people's business (including, if not almost invariably, that of all three of her children), and a certain amount of respectability he was brought up to live by.

○ on the surface ashley winthorpe is a deliciously handsome man. wealthy and put together. takes pride in his appearance and family name. he's also well-mannered and polite, and thoughtful in such infinitesimal ways that you never really think much of until after the fact. and there is something so very not right about him. he has a kind smile that never quite reaches the edges of his eyes and though it doesn't necessarily look disingenuous, there's something about it that doesn't exactly leave you with a sense of ease. like an unfamiliar gesture that's been practiced over and over, so many times that it's lost meaning. like it takes the muscles in his face a moment to pull before they settle in the correct spots. he'll have a conversation with you and while at times it seems he's looking right through you, others will have his attention so intensely undivided it feels as if you've been bared naked and left in a cold room. like you've just been caught lying about something and he knows. somehow, he's known all along. because he listens intently when you speak to him and you suspect somehow he never forgets a single thing he's heard.

○ there's no mistaking his booming voice, jarring, even at a whisper sending shockwaves through your core that has you on high alert. even when it's soft and lulling (in an attempt to offer comfort or catching him melt into the woman he's declared the love of his goddamn life from the corner of your eye through the crack in his office door), there's something threatening that looms. less like hard blunt force and more like a living, breathing fog that blankets you with strong arms, settles deep into your gut, coils itself around your innards, and wrings you dry. the confusing part? you know, without a doubt, he would protect you with no hesitation and ask for nothing in return. and, most of the time, you'd be right. because ashley winthorpe is a good man. no matter how your instincts thrash, screaming at you otherwise.

plot hooks.

i apologize, some of these are all very specific to a singular plot and i could've just included them in a legit request 😬🙃

○ sandbox love never dies. a very specific and imperfect friend group cast in the roles of bastard, bleeding heart, damaged, golden, grim, ingénue, temptress, and wild card. they've been together since any of them can remember. spent their whole lives dreaming about trying to get out of miriam's well, but instead only found tragedies that bind them to each other. tragedies, usually, of their own making. you'll be able to read a little more about these characters in the sandbox love request, which i promise is coming!! there is a doc in the works with more information + a plot server, so expect to be part of those things if you take one of these babes!

○ his secretary. in the past he's helped her out with something legally and she's kind of in his debt, though he insists time and time again she owes him nothing of the sort. i figured it'd be something along the lines of strong holding an ex-boyfriend or husband who wouldn't leave her alone (making her miserable, or something like refusing to pay child support he'd been ordered to pay, dragging her name through the mud, etc. general nuisances to nip in the bud/bad behavior in need of correcting before they became worse as they usually do. you get the idea), because that's notoriously right up his alley. likely using non-legal means to get there; intimidation is sort of his thing. and while he may not be the type of boss or co-worker who meets you for drinks after you clock out, he does have an affection for every single one of his employees and seeing as how she works with him the most, she'd be near the top of that list. maybe she was intimidated by him in the beginning and now she knows he's not everything he appears to be. and they have an understanding.

○ the weight of his guilt. [cw: murder. this will come much later in the plot!] the winthorpes are a family on two very extremes of a type of people. [the bastard] is his cousin on his father's side, a wayward little sister who got knocked up by someone unbefitting of the family and then marrying someone worse by their standards when the father got himself put away over an affair or something just as unbecoming. ashley was always raised closely with [the bastard], his father's hope to sway the boy of many wasted talents to the right side of the family, to make something of himself. but he's a product of his lineage. and only ever finds situations for ash to get him out of. eventually, [the bastard] who he will murder, cold and bloody and bury at the base of an old oak tree will disappear. and ashley's guilt will cause him to reach out. as far as anyone knew, they were the best of friends. always together (even if that relationship was practically handwrought by his father, and he had little-to-no patience for his cousin's antics). it'll be only natural that he come by every now and again to check on them, show care, help fix up things around the house that [the bastard] would have if he were still around. because it'll ultimately be ash's fault he's gone. partially. [the bastard] will deserve what he gets and no one who'll know will be able to convince him anything otherwise, but his family didn't deserve the fallout that came after. maybe a parent or sibling or someone [the bastard] claimed to love while making his way through the female population of miriam's well.

○ the other two winthrope children. they're expected to be upstanding citizens to combat the trash reputation the other winthrope side creates. father is one of a long line of lawyers (with a main practice just outside of town, ashley's secondary office in mw because he prefers it here) and mother is a homemaker whose extracurriculars might as well be solid, paying jobs. they have three children together; ashley (being the oldest son), a daughter magnolia (and the only girl -- taken by sage), and the youngest son, credence (who is very likely expected to join the family business, like ashley). i don't expect anyone to make the parents even though that would be incredible? but they all still have rooms at their home in rosebush hill drive to use at their leisure. it wouldn't at all be out of the question that some of the children still live there -- especially the daughter if she's unwed. they're very old fashioned southern that way. they do these big family events where everyone is expected to participate, go on vacations and holidays together, and church on sundays regardless of your personal beliefs on the matter (that you had very well better keep to yourself if they don't align, ashley has learned). their grandfather also lives in the family house after losing grandma a few years back.

#halfmoonrp #type: blurb #ch: ashley winthrope

[sendrickbecs]

A Token Of Your Love (1/1)

"Come on dude. Help me out here, just stay in the grabby thing and don't fall – fuck."

Beca's hands slam down in frustration, coming in contact with the glass window on the arcade game she's attempting to play and then win – but it's kind of kicking her ass.

The concoction of various smells – burgers, popcorn and candy floss – mixes with the strong stench of alcohol – beer mostly. It's actually kind of nice, despite the fact that it's making Beca's stomach rumble and her craving for a drink intensify.

"One more. This is it. I can do this." She mumbles to herself, but she doesn't quite believe her self-reassuring words. "If I don't win this then Chloe will never love me."

She almost snorts at herself, she's being so ridiculous right now. Not only is she talking to herself in a very public place, but she's also talking to herself about Chloe – the girl she's been in love with for the last three years – and trying to convince herself that winning the toy and gifting it to Chloe will make her fall in love with her, just like that.

The chance that it could make Chloe fall in love with her is what gives Beca the motivation to keep trying, shoving token after token into the machine then failing again and again.

But if she wins the fucking stuffed animal then Chloe – the girl of her fucking dreams – might finally return those goddamn feelings that have her feeling completely smitten. It's Chloe's fault that Beca is even playing this stupid game anyway, and she kind of hates that she's doing something so cliché in attempt to 'get the girl' but it is what it is and Beca is not one to give up on something that she really wants.

She digs into her pocket and retrieves a token – every game in the arcade requires a token to play and she's used every single one of hers on this claw machine.

Once she's slotted the token in, she presses the button to start up the game and begins directing the claw towards the middle of the machine.

It's just her luck – or lack of skill – that the claw once again drops the prize back onto the pile of stuffed animals.

Her head rests against the glass whilst she dials down her anger and reminds herself that it is only an arcade game and it is not the end of the world if she doesn't win. Beca doesn't see it that way, however, because she needs to win this, she needs Chloe to love her, because she doesn't know how much longer she can be 'just friends' for and it physically hurts knowing that Chloe might reject her and then she'll lose her best friend.

So, to Beca, this arcade game kind of is a life and death situation. She desperately needs to win.

Another token is pushed into the slot. At this point Beca has lost count how many she's put into the machine, but she knows she's coming close to using them all up.

"Hi, Shawshank."

Fat Amy's voice startles her so much that she jumps, her hand jolting, nudging the button in the process. The claw reaches down, retrieving a small lion, carrying it a couple of inches before releasing it again.

The lion stuffed animal is not her intended prize so Beca lets out a sigh of relief when the claw drops it only seconds after picking it up. However, she supposes that if she had won the lion then that would be okay too. Afterall, Chloe's ginger hair looks like a lion's mane so she wouldn't throw it back in her face – Chloe would never do that anyway, but Beca just wants Chloe to like it.

She's been at this same arcade machine for a while now with the pure determination that she isn't giving up until she wins the stuffed version of Chloe's favourite animal. Beca cannot wait to see the expression on her best friend's face when she gives it to her.

"Hey, Ames," Beca nods, glancing at Fat Amy's reflection in the glass. She has a burger in one hand and a milkshake in the other.

Beca takes a moment to glance behind the blonde, attempting to locate the other Bellas, but mostly looking for the redhead. When she still hasn't seen them, she tears her eyes away and her gaze wanders back to the stuffed animal in the claw machine.

Fat Amy takes another step forward, tapping the glass lightly with her milkshake cup as both of her hands are occupied. "How much money have you put into this thing?" She asks as she lifts the straw of the milkshake to her lips and slurps loudly.

"Doesn't matter." Beca responds quickly, shrugging before reaching into the back pockets of her jeans, digging until she pulls out two more tokens – her last two tokens.

Amy leans her entire weight on the arcade machine, standing to Beca's right. The smaller girl is watching her out of the corner of her eye, she's munching on her burger yet is still focusing on the way Beca is staring intensely at the bear.

"You've been here for the last twenty minutes. Why are you so determined?"

Beca's facial expression is unclear which only heightens Fat Amy's curiosity. She clearly knows something is up with her friend but is yet to figure out what.

The question goes ignored, instead Beca asks a question of her own. "Where are the others?" Once again she is glancing around frantically. She doesn't want to be caught by the other Bellas – especially Chloe – playing (and failing to win) a claw machine full of stuffed animals. They are bound to tease her for it.

"They're getting Candy floss." Fat Amy responds, her tone a little muffled as she's just stuffed the last of her burger into her mouth.

"Okay, good." Beca nods, her eyes scanning her surroundings until her gaze lands on the candy floss stand. Instantly she's met with the sight of the beautiful redhead, she's grinning at the rest of the Bellas, obviously in conversation.

Cynthia Rose, Jessica, Ashley and Emily are holding sticks of candyfloss and the others are waiting in the line. However, Lily is holding three of the candy floss sticks (without the candy floss) in between her fingers on both hands. Beca shakes her head, not even questioning why Lily is pretending to be wolverine.

Her eyes land on Chloe once more, embracing her beauty at the same time as admiring her smile. Her happiness is just so contagious that Beca's own lips tug upwards, curling the corners of her lips until she's presenting a smile.

Every time she looks at Chloe, a damn smile breaks out onto her face.

"Why?" Fat Amy's voice breaks her out of her trance. Beca flips her head back around and locks eyes with the blonde. "What are you doing?" Amy is intrigued now, knowing the small brunette is up to something, she can see it glistening in her eyes.

Beca lifts her hand to the glass and points to the red panda. "I'm winning Chlo that red panda, I don't care how long it takes."

Amy's expression rises from confusion and a huge grin plays at her lips. "You're winning this for Chloe? Of course you are. That explains why you haven't given up yet."

The brunette scoffs in attempt to reign in her soft side, "Shut up. Red pandas are Chloe's favourite."

"When are you finally going to ask her out? You're head over heels for the girl."

Once again, Beca ignores Amy, simply focusing on the claw as she reaches into her pocket for another token. "I have to win this for her."

Just like every single attempt so far, the token slots into the machine and goes to waste as the claw releases the red panda.

"Motherfucker." Beca kicks her foot into the bottom of the machine, causing a few people to turn in her direction. They all throw her a strange, very judgemental look before continuing with their own games.

"Jesus. Chill out Beca." Amy says, reaching forwards and placing her hand on the smaller girl's shoulder in attempt to comfort her. She sighs, then adds, "You know you could just buy one from the booth over there." Amy throws her thumb back, gesturing to the small booth across from them.

"Those ones are smaller."

Fat Amy huffs at Beca's reply, "Chloe will love it either way if you give it to her. She loves anything you give her. You don't need to win her over with a stuffed panda because she already loves you."

Beca's head snaps up at Amy's words. "Chloe loves me?" She repeats.

"Chloe loves you." The blonde chuckles, as she nods. "You're both completely oblivious and it's annoying, but she loves you as much as you love her."

It takes Beca a few seconds to take in the words. Chloe loves...her. Why her? Chloe could do so much better than her because she's so beautiful, smart and happy, she's so perfect. Does Chloe actually love her? Shit, if Chloe loves her too then she's the luckiest person on the planet. No, the motherfucking universe.

Beca physically shakes her head to rid of the rambling thoughts. "Shit. Really?" She can't quite believe what she's hearing. The love of her life loves her back?

"Yes." Fat Amy nods, "So, let's win this thing and go get your girl."

Beca's sudden wave of confidence makes her a little cocky, causing another token to go to waste. Just because Chloe loves her back does not mean she can suddenly ace an arcade machine. The button is pressed to early and the claw reaches down, picking up nothing but a tigers leg, releasing it's grasp before it can properly grab it.

"Fuck. That was my last token." Beca grumbles, her face dropping when she realises that she's completely wasted the last half hour and spent way too much money to come out with nothing.

Fat Amy shakes her head vigorously, "No, we aren't giving up yet Shawshank." She places the empty milkshake cup down on the top of a smaller arcade game and reaches her hand into her pocket. She retrieves her hand after rummaging for a few seconds, opening her palm to reveal some chewing gum, a condom, a five-dollar bill and two arcade tokens. She takes the two tokens and drops them into Beca's hand, then shoves the rest back into her pocket.

"Thanks." Beca nods with a smirk, but she can't deny that she's nervous. These last two tokens determine whether or not she 'gets the girl' and she wants more than anything to tell Chloe how she feels, even though it scares the crap out of her.

The first token slots into the machine and both girls watch the claw, pleading for it to grip onto the red panda and carry it over to the prize drop. But when it slips from the claw, Beca isn't really surprised, she has never been good at claw machines so she doesn't know why she thought this would be a good idea.

"Last one BM," Amy eyes the last token in the brunette's hand and sends a reassuring grin her way.

This seems to be enough encouragement for Beca because she lifts her hand up and slides the final token into the slot on the machine. She exhales loudly, then clamps her mouth shut after taking in a sharp breath.

Her left hand runs through her hair, trying to get rid of some of the anxious energy. The button under her palm is finally pressed and the arcade game springs to life.

She guides the tiny lever until the claw is directly above the red panda, the four claws positioned so it can easily access the stuffed animal.

Beca shifts her gaze from the machine to Amy, who is standing beside her, she shuffles to the side and peers at the claw, examining the accuracy. She nods and flashes Beca a wide smile.

They both stare intensely into the machine, watching the exact movements of the claw. Beca presses the red button and the claw ever so slowly drops down.

It reaches into the pile of stuffed animals and grips tight onto the red panda, it's a firm hold which is promising, but Beca doesn't allow herself to breathe or say anything in case she jinxes it.

The claw rises back up, still gripping onto the bear securely. It carries it all the way to the bottom corner of the machine – to Beca's left – and releases it over the prize drop. The red panda falls into the empty space and Beca's face lights up at the realisation that she has finally won.

"Holy fucking shit. We did it!" Beca drops down to her knees and retrieves the stuffed animal from the flap at the bottom. She clutches it to her chest and takes note of its cuteness. She is so sure that Chloe is going to love it. "Thanks Amy, I love you so much right now."

Fat Amy is just as excited as Beca, grinning from ear to ear and jumping from one foot to the other. She's pretty sure that she wouldn't object to vertical running right now.

"Not as much as you love ginger." She replies in a singsong tone, teasing the smaller girl.

Beca's expression is displaying a mixture of emotions, she's feeling euphoric and she can't wipe the smile off her face. But there are also a lot of nerves present. She's sort of freaking out because now that she's won the prize she has to actually give it to Chloe, in aditition to confessing her feelings. Beca has never been good at talking about feelings or even understanding how she felt at times so knowing she is seconds away from confessing her love to her best friend is pretty damn frightening.

Losing repeatedly gave her more time to procrastinate and put off the inevitable, but now she hasn't got anything in her way.

After releasing a heavy sigh, Beca shakes her hands, attempting to hype herself up. "Shit. Am I really about to do this?"

"Go get her tiger." Amy presses her hand to Beca's back and forces her forwards a little. Beca gets the hint and moves her feet at her own pace, leading herself towards the other Bellas who are still standing next to the candy floss stand.

Beca switches the red panda to her left hand and drags it behind her back, blocking it from the Bellas view. Amy is behind her and knowing she has her support gives her all the encouragement she needs. If this goes badly at least she knows that Amy will be drinking with her later.

"Hey guys," Beca says, smiling even though she feels like she's about to throw up.

Chloe steps forward, her hands also trapped behind her back, "Becs, where have you been?" She asks, but she doesn't leave time for Beca to answer before speaking again. "I got you something."

The redhead pulls her hand from behind her back and reveals a stick of pink candyfloss. She pushes it forwards, passing it over to Beca. The two share a smile, one that lingers after their gaze shifts from each other.

"Thanks, Chlo." Beca grins at the candyfloss, then back at her best friend.

The other Bellas are standing back, no one daring to say a word, not wanting to risk bursting the bubble created by their two captains.

It's blatantly obvious to anyone that knows the two girls, that they are just meant to be together. The Bellas know them best, so they identify the longing glances and growing smiles between the two girls. They have watched two of their best friend's pine over each other for the last three years.

They know it's finally going to happen, and they don't want to ruin a thing.

"I didn't know where you were, and I didn't want you to miss out on the candy floss. You said it was your favourite." Chloe smiles sweetly, meeting Beca's eyes again. The dark blue misty eyes belonging to her best friend are her favourite and she finds herself falling deeper into them each time.

"It is," She nods, "Thank you. But, um, I actually have something for you as well."

Chloe's eyes light up, "You do?"

"Yeah. Close your eyes and put your hands out." Without question, Chloe does as Beca says, closing her eyes, opening her hands and pushing them forwards. She trusts Beca wholeheartedly so she knows Beca isn't about to so something that will make her feel uncomfortable.

The smile on Chloe's lips only grows as the seconds go by. She has no idea what to expect, yet simply just because it is Beca, she's full of excitement. Beca takes note of the smile and finds herself grinning in response.

The younger girl takes a step closer, pulling her hand from behind her and lifting the red panda onto Chloe's open palms. As the Bellas watch the interaction, they all have their own smiles, Emily is even close to tears.

"Okay. Open."

Chloe snaps her eyes open, taking in the sight of the red panda stuffed animal in front of her. Her entire face lights up even more and she gushes over the cuddly toy.

Her eyes find Beca's once again and both of their smiles are so full of love, that right here Beca is so sure that Chloe feels the same. She can see it in her eyes, and Beca knows Chloe better than anyone, at times she knows exactly how Chloe is feeling based off of the look in her eye.

In this moment, Beca's expression mirrors Chloe's, confirming that she is as in love with her as she is with Chloe. For once Amy is right.

"Do you like it?" Beca asks nervously.

Chloe grins, and nods her head lightly. Before she's even acknowledged her own actions her hands are around Beca's body, embracing her in a hug. Beca reacts quickly, wrapping her own hands around Chloe, squeezing back a little.

They pull away from the embrace after a few seconds, but neither girl lets go of the others hand.

"Becs, oh my god. It's a red panda. I love it so much. Thank you." Chloe squeals, and the sight makes Beca's heart throb in her chest. She takes a second to process that she is the reason why Chloe is so happy right now.

The brunette shrugs, smirking, hiding her inner freak out.

"I can't believe you won me this." Chloe squeezes Beca's hand, reminding her that they are still holding hands.

"First try and everything."

Chloe's smile hasn't stopped growing, but she can't help it. Beca makes her so happy and she loves seeing the soft, loving, caring side of her best friend. Another squeal leaves her lips and she clutches the red panda to her chest.

"Do you have a name for it?" Beca asks, glancing down at it and then back up to Chloe, completely forgetting the rest of the Bellas are here. "Please don't name him Mr Panda."

A giggle leaves Chloe's lips and it has Beca smiling once again. It's rare that Beca smiles yet today she hasn't stopped smiling. Chloe is the reason for that. When she's around Chloe, smiling is contagious.

"Mr Panda is an aca-awesome name." Chloe says, which makes Beca role her eyes.

"Sure." Beca nods, "But it's a red panda so-"

Chloe interrupts her when she has another idea, "How about we name him 'red'?"

Beca doesn't miss the use of 'we' and it runs through her mind on a repetitive loop for the few seconds that she doesn't respond. Chloe actually said 'we' meaning he is theirs, something the two of them will share. Granted he is only a stuffed animal, but simply sharing something with Chloe makes Beca's heart soften.

She really wishes she and Chloe can share something more – a kiss, or maybe even a bond of never-ending love. Because she has loved Chloe for as long as she can remember, from the moment she first set eyes on the redhead at the activities fair she knew she wanted her. It may have just been lust at first, Beca couldn't – and still can't – deny that Chloe is fucking attractive, but her feelings towards the girl only heightened when they landed naked and hot and wet in the dorm shower together.

Beca is sure that if Chloe made a move on her that day, she would have mirrored her actions and kissed her back just as passionately, possibly enforcing something more than a kiss.

She thinks about that all the time, more frequently than she'd like to admit.

The brunette is about to comment on the fact that 'Red' is one of Beca's nicknames for Chloe, but the older girl speaks up again before she has the chance.

"Will you be Red's other mom?" She asks, with a small, almost shy smile on her face.

Chloe Beale does not get shy, that just isn't part of who she is. The redhead is pretty confident and is never afraid to speak her mind yet standing in front of Beca – the girl she's been in love with for the past three years – her expression is bashful. She's almost wary, afraid of Beca rejecting the suggestion. As stupid as it sounds, Chloe really hopes – wants – needs, Beca to say yes. She wants the two of them to be co-parents as well as co-captains. Even if their kid is just a stuffed animal.

It's a pathetic thought but the idea causes tingles to flow all over her body.

If Beca accepts the offer then it's one step closer to Chloe confessing her feelings, which means it increases the possibility of them becoming girlfriends and eventually becoming actual co-parents to actual human babies.

Chloe can't hold back the smile that takes over her entire face.

Amy's previous words are still very present in Beca's mind, 'She loves you as much as you love her.'

Beca loves Chloe so fucking much. It's really no exaggeration when Beca says she'd do anything for Chloe. She literally joined the Bellas for Chloe. Everything she's ever done since she met the girl was for Chloe.

So, if Chloe even loves Beca half as much as that then it's worth the shot.

Amy was right about one thing, Beca is completely oblivious, they both are, because they've both been in love with each other since the day they met but it's taken them this long to finally do something about it. They've finally acknowledged that these feelings might not be one sided after all.

"You want me to be?" Beca asks cautiously, but there is still a slight smile still growing on her face.

Chloe's nod is clarification enough, and it sparks something inside of Beca. That nod is exactly what Beca has been hoping for. Chloe wants Beca to be with her, to share something special, and this is just the beginning.

"Come here." Beca says, holding her hand out for Chloe.

The redhead takes Beca's hand and instantly falls into her arms. Beca's hands find chloe's waist and Chloe wraps her arms over the younger girl's shoulders, locking her hands together behind her neck.

It's kind of perfect how well their bodies fit together. Wrapped up in each other's arms, they shape together perfectly, like they were made for each other - moulded as one.

Chloe is the one to break the contact, pulling away from the embrace, but she can't bare to let go of Beca so she reaches for her hand, gripping onto it, afraid that it might slip away - that Beca might slip away.

A pair of bright, ocean blue eyes meets the dark blue (with hints of grey) eyes. Neither girl breaks the eye contact, smiling at each other as if they're sharing a secret - in a way they are, but it's not going to be a secret for much longer.

Their thought process are so alike, they can tell what the other is thinking - feeling, and they both want to show just how much love they have for each other.

The older senior reaches her hand towards Beca's face and cups her cheek softly, her thumb carressing her skin in swift motions. Beca can feel her cheeks warm up underneath Chloe's touch.

As Chloe inches her face closer to Beca's, the brunette leans in. Their movement is slow, neither girl wanting to rush the moment that they've been waiting for - and fantasising about - for so long.

Their lips meet in the middle, but when they eventually touch, they crash together and all the thoughts about taking things slow have instantly been forgotten.

The kiss is messy and desperate.

Beca's tongue swipes across Chloe's bottom lip, and within seconds she's granted access.

Their tongues explore each other's mouths, memorising everything before Beca pulls away. Chloe's bottom lip is between her teeth, she tugs on it gently before letting go.

Seconds after breaking the kiss, Chloe pushes forwards again, recapturing Beca's lips with her own.

The second kiss is slower, yet more passionate.

"Bhloe is finally happening!" Amy shouts, her grin widening. Both Beca and Chloe hear her - she's not exactly quiet - but neither girl pulls away. Their contact is too precious and in their little bubble everything feels out of this world, they just want a little longer to appreciate that.

The blonde turns to face the rest of the bellas, who are all mirroring her expression. They've wanted 'Bhloe' to happen for so long, shipping their two friends since the beginning and now it's finally happening they are beyond happy for the girls.

"I still think 'Bechloe' is better." Stacie mentions, and a few of the girls nod in agreement.

"Bhloe." Fat Amy replies sternly, "But whatever. Let's leave these two lovebirds to it."

One by one, all of the Bellas begin to walk away. Jessica and Ashley disappearing before the others, heading towards the carousel hand in hand. Cynthia Rose, Stacie, Flo and Lily shift to the right, directing their attention to a row of carnival games.

The youngest of the Bellas is still in slight shock, she's always looked up to Beca and Chloe, and believed them to be her 'aca-parents' so watching the scene unfold in front of her eyes makes her so happy.

"Come on Legacy," Fat Amy says, tugging at Emily's cardigan and pulling her with her as she walks over to the other Bellas.

The two girls wait to break the contact until they're certain all the Bellas have left. Chloe presses a chaste kiss to Beca's lips once more before pulling away slowly, wanting nothing more than to press her lips back against Beca's.

A content smile plays at Chloe's lips as Beca's fingers drift down her arms until they find her hands, connecting them together then intertwining their fingers.

"So, where to first?" Beca asks, glancing around them at the different stands and booths as well as the rides towering over them.

With the biggest grin Chloe can muster, she tugs Beca's hand and pulls at her wrist gently. "The Ferris wheel?" Chloe suggests. Her eyes are sparkling with excitement and the smile on her lips light up her entire face.

It just makes Beca swoon all over again.

She can't imagine ever loving anyone else as much as she loves Chloe. But maybe someday she will. The day their child is born.

What the fuck has happened to the badass Beca effin' Mitchell? Before she met Chloe, she was so sure she was never going to have children, yet now she finds herself imagining starting a family with the girl.

The brunette lets out a laugh, and grins at the older girl. "I had a feeling you'd say that. Come on." It's Beca's turn to tug on Chloe's arm, leading her towards the Ferris wheel.

They manage to jump straight on the ride as there is no queue. The two settle next to each other, Chloe's arm reaching behind the smaller girls and Beca finds herself leaning into Chloe, placing her head on her shoulder.

Beca shuffles a little, lifting her head up so she can look at Chloe.

The way Chloe is looking at her causes a warm blush to run over her cheeks. Their gaze is so intense that Beca has to look away for a second, her blush only enhancing as Chloe's fingers trace patterns on her wrist, leaving behind a hot trail of tingles.

Her breath hitches when Chloe brings her hand to her lips and kisses it softly.

Beca's gaze snaps up to meet Chloe's again, her lips curling up into a smile, loving how it feels to have Chloe looking at her like that. It's the way she's been looking at Chloe for the last three years, but now that Beca really thinks about it, Chloe's been looking at her this way for a while, maybe even the whole time.

How the hell did she miss that?

Beca twists her position and turns to look at Chloe. They are nearing the top of the wheel now but Beca isn't paying attention to the view. As cheesy as it is, Chloe is the only beautiful view she wants to look at.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Beca whispers, close to Chloe's ear. It's so intimate, it's meant for only their ears.

A secret only they share.

A hot shiver runs up Chloe's neck, Beca's breath is warm against her ear and the urge to grab her and kiss the shit out of her grows by the second.

"Yeah." Chloe nods, it's so quiet it's almost a whimper.

Beca doesn't waste any time, somewhat afraid that the ride will be over or come to a halt before she can get the words out. She's spent the last three years hiding her feelings from her best friend and she doesn't want to do it anymore.

She lifts her lips and presses a kiss to Chloe's skin, just under her ear. Beca pulls back and is instantly lost in Chloe's ocean blue eyes, they're beautiful, she's never seen eyes so perfect, so mesmerising. Chloe's eyes are the direct route to her soul and she's so lucky to be the one that gets to know Chloe's soul better than anyone else.

"I love you." Beca says, barely above a whisper, but they are so close that Chloe can hear exactly what she just said even over the eruption of loud music and playful screams.

"I don't want to freak you out by saying this, but I have a pretty good feeling now that we're co-parents that you'll be okay with it, more than okay maybe. Chlo, I love you. I've loved you for a while now and it's freaking me out, but I think you're freaking out too, so I was kind of hoping that we could...freak out together?"

Chloe's grip on Beca's hand tightens. Beca has always managed to ground her, when she's overly emotional or too excited just having some form of physical contact with Beca has always calmed her and brought her back to the present. This is no exception.

Chloe opens her mouth to say something but she can't get much out before Beca cuts her off.

"Becs-"

"Oh fuck. I've totally blown it haven't I?" Beca groans, her eyes dropping to her lap and a frown settling on her face.

Chloe's giggling makes Beca lift her head up, hating the fact that Chloe finds it so funny. But when Beca looks up at Chloe, she knows she isn't laughing at her for what she said. Chloe's bright blue eyes are glistened with tears, threatening to spill.

Before the brunette can acknowledge what is happening, Chloe's lips are attached to hers again, kissing her softly. Once Beca finally gets her head around what is happening, that somehow she hasn't 'totally blown it' after all, she kisses back, mirroring Chloe's passion.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." She whispers against Beca's lips.

She feels Beca smile into the kiss, then pulls away slowly, pressing their foreheads together. Chloe reaches down and grasps onto Beca's hand.

Her tears finally spill, releasing three years worth of pent up emotions from believing that the love was simply unrequited.

Now she knows it's not.

Beca loves her too, and that's all she needs to know to give her enough courage to say it back, knowing she isn't alone in this anymore, and she never really has been.

"I love you too, Becs." Chloe says.

Beca brings her hands up to cup both of Chloe's cheeks, stroking away the stray tears with her thumbs. Her soft strokes only encourage another sob to break free from Chloe, and Beca's eyes gloss with tears of her own.

The brunette smiles playfully as she takes a glance down at their child in Chloe's lap. She has to admit, The Red Panda is pretty darn adorable, but no where near as adorable as her redhead.

Her gaze drifts back up to Chloe's and she leans in to press their lips together, initiating another kiss.

She's expressing every single feeling towards Chloe in this one kiss and it takes everything in her to pull away. If she had it her way, their lips would never leave each other's, but they kind of have to get off this ride.

The cart tilts forwards, slowly taking them back down to the ground. After a few seconds, the ride stills, coming to a halt at the bottom.

They're back where they started - only now they feel lighter, they've finally confessed their feelings to one another.

The love they share is so passionate and real which is why they know they'll be okay. No matter what happens they have each other, neither girl is going anywhere anytime soon, and for now, it's enough.

They can freak out together and maybe even bicker over silly things, but they'll come out stronger in the end.

Because they're Beca and Chloe. Together they're Bhloe, and everyone LOVES a good Blowie.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 66)

"Freak Outs on a Sunday"

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✳NOTE✳ I changed the tone of the argument in Chapter 63 over the picture. It carries into this one.

✳ALSO✳ The end of this chapter is in the comments bc Tumblr is acting like an ASSHOLE.

"Mooom-Mom!! You know where my board is!?" Luna shouts from her bedroom in Patti's home.

She's looking for her skateboard. She wants to take it on tour with her. Plus, Casie's shown a real interest and Luna wants to harbor it. She looks under her bed, in her closet, behind her door and in the spare room where a bunch of her shit is. She can't find it.

"What the fuuuuckk..." She says to herself, irritated.

Still looking, her mind is also spiraling out from the last few days.

"I can't find fucking ANYTHING.... UGH... My stuff is everrywhere.... I just want my stuff.... I can't fucking deal with this shit..... WHAT THE FUUUUCKKK!!" Luna starts to cry as she runs her hands through her hair in frustration.

She screams "MOM-MOOOOOOM!!!!!"

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In the kitchen with Patti, Casie and Joni, Colson hears Luna.

"Uhm, I think Luna's calling you, Pat." Colson says.

Patti looks up from the puzzle she's putting together with Casie amd her bestfriend. It's of one of Luna's favorite photographs by her grandfather. Patti having it custom made. Puzzles are a hobby she loves and shares with her granddaughter.

It's over 4K peices. Patti's been working on it for 6mnths. Luna helping along the way.

"Is she?" She asks before going back to the puzzle.

"This one's REALLY hard. There's no colors." Casie complains.

"Oh! That's the best part! You really to focus on finding the matching partners." Patti tells the little girl in a poetic way.

"MOM-MOOOOOOOM!!!!!"

Colson stands up immediately hearing Luna. Patti looks at Casie and Colson, waving off their concern.

"I've got her." She tells them as she stands up from the table.

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Luna's ripping through her closet again when Patti enters her bedroom.

"LUNA! What the hell are you doing!?" Patti asks, shutting the door.

As Luna comes out of her closet and Patti sees her face she softens.

"LunaBuug... What's going on, Honey?" She asks her granddaughter concerned.

Luna's shaking with tears streaming down her face. She running her hands through her hair again as she speaks frantically to her grandmother.

"My fucking stuff, Mom-mom. You know how I feel about my stuff. I can't find my fucking skateboard because my shit's everywhere. All through here. In the fucking shortage locker. At Ashley. Colson's. Shit, Mom-mom, I even have stuff in fucking CLEVELAND!"

Luna throws her hands up in frustration. Stopping and just looking at her grandmother. Tears still dropping. Patti takes her hand. Leading her to the bed, she sits down with her and sparks a joint. Smoking it with her granddaughter, Patti asks Luna What's Really Going On?

Luna sighs, taking the joint from her grandmom. Rubbing her forehead, she thinks of how to explain her current life as they pass the joint back and forth. Patti simply listening as the flood gates open.

"I just... I just feel like I'm really exposed and all over the place right now. Everything's changing so fast. I feel like everyone is up my ass. Radio stations are calling my phone for surprise interviews... I'm all over The fucking Internet because I'm in some weird song fight with a girl I don't even know.... The fucking Paps have been on me since I hit town..... And I don't need anyone looking at me.... And MY STUUUUUFFFFF. I can't find my stuff because I don't have a fucking home Mom-Mom." She's crying again.

Luna's curled up on the bed, head laid in Patti's lap. Patti strokes Luna's hair, she takes a moment before responding to her granddaughter.

"You always have a home here LunaBug." She begins to comfort her.

"I know Mom-Mom, but it's not the same. I think I'm gonna buy something in The City. I'm waiting to talk to Monica." Luna hits the joint again before passing it to her grandmom.

"Well, there you go. You're on the right track. You're like a bird Luna, you can go anywhere but you need a nest to fly back to.... But tell me about this, what did you say? Song fight? What is that?" She looks down at her granddaughter's face in her lap.

Luna sighs and rolls her eyes. She tries to explain how this one girl doesn't like her. That she's not sure if it's because Colson or herself at this point.

Letting her in on the sneak Breakfast Club interview. How Luna tried to play it cool even with the Instagram post and Snaps. But the song BeBe put out had finally been enough.

She tells her grandmother that she retaliated with her own song. Dropping it in a more public manner then ever before. Ripping open the tiny slit Bad Things and Nightmare had made into her private life.

Patti immediately wants to hear both songs. Luna plays them back to back. BeBe's first. Patti's shocked at the content..

"That poor, little girl. She comes off very desperate and jealous." Patti says, having the same sad reaction for Bleta as Luna did initially. "You're quite the bitch too there, Loons." She chuckles at her granddaughter's mean response to the girl. "That's a different sound for you. If you didn't tell me, I don't know if I would've known that was something of yours.

For some reason this irritates Luna.

"Really? See, fucking changes...." She says, shaking her head.

They burn through the joint. Sitting up, Luna sparks another one before she lays back on the bed. Patti lays on her side next to her. They continue to talk and get high together.

"Good or Bad changes?" She asks her.

"I don't know. Good and bad. Colson's good. Casie's good. But honestly, it's a little weird. I love her but you know kids freak me out. She's a whole, tiny person. Watching, wanting me to teach her stuff. It's pretty intimidating."

Luna looks over as her grandmother laughs at her. She passes her the joint before continuing.

"I like being on The West Coast and close to Ash... I just... I don't like to be looked at Mom-Mom, you know this. And I feel like a LOT of people are looking at me who don't need to know about the stuff I do. Like, they're everywhere. They caught me coming out of a bar and I didn't even know! What would I have done if they'd have been around the night I helped Marissa? I'd have been fucked."

Patti knows Luna's right. She tells her she doesn't know how to advise her, never having to deal with photographers in this despicable way in her day. IF you can even call them photographers. Turning to her, she asks her granddaughter bluntly if she's seeing her therapist.

"No." Luna says sheepishly.

"Why not?" Patti wants to know.

"Comes I'm not ho...."

"That's no excuse, Luna. You could be doing phone sessions."

"I never know where I'm gonna be at what time." Luna tries to protest.

"Not an excuse. You need to speak to Kylie. You're right, a lot of things have changed and they're going to keep changing. You need to get ahead of it. Fame is at your door, Luna. You're gonna need Kylie to help you navigate it. I want you start weekly phone sessions with her again. Carve out 45mins and take care of yourself. You know what happens when you don't." Patti tries to guide the young woman.

Luna sighs. She knows her grandmother's right. Rolling towards her, she hugs her mom-mom. She really doesn't feel any better though.

Hugging Luna back and looking over her shoulder, Patti spies the skateboard. It's leaning against the armoire, hidden by a tossed tapestry.

"Look." She says, pointing as Luna rolls over. "There it is. Sometimes we need to slow down and take a moment to find things. Isn't that how you met Colson? You took your time and found what was right for you, yeah? Patti says.

Rolling over, a weird relief washes over Luna when she sees her board. Patti's words sitting in her mind but with everything moving so fast all the time, she doesn't know how to slow anything down.

"It's just a lot Mom-Mom.... And I don't know how to stop it." Luna admits.

"I know, Kiddo." Patti strokes Luna hair again.

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Concerned about Luna. Colson tells Casie he'll be right back. She still trying to figure out the puzzle with Joni.

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Colson knocks on the door before he heads in.

"You okay?" He asks with a worried look on his face.

Patti and Luna are still laying across the bed together. Both of them sitting up, Patti pats Luna on the knee before kissing her forehead.

"I'm gonna give you guys a minute. I love you, Kiddo. Call Kylie." She says.

Patti pats Colson on the shoulder as she passes him before walking out of the room. She heads back to the kitchen with Casie and Joni. She's worried about Luna.

"Who's Kylie?" Colson asks sitting on the bed next to Luna.

"My therapist." She tells him in a monotone voice.

"So, everything's not okay?" He asks taking her hand.

"No. It's not. I know you feel some type of way about that picture with Tommy but I did too. For different reasons." She sighs, lacing her fingers inside Colson's.

Luna goes on to explain how she's worried about people digging too deep into her life. Especially with the Dark Web and ICE. She goes on to say that there's other things she still needs to take care of too that can't be exposed. Shaking her head No, she tells him she'll explain that another time when he asks what she's referring to. Luna then tells Colson she's thinking about buying another place in NY.

"Why?" He asks, immediately concerned for their relationship.

"Because I need a place for my stuff. It's everywhere." She answers.

"Put it at my place." Colson replies.

"I have stuff at you place, but I need the space. I have furniture and shit. I can't move another house into your house." She tells him.

"So, are you staying in NY then?" He asks confused with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What the fuck is happening... Is she breaking up with me???" Colson's heart pounds as his mind panics.

"No. We're just always in The City though... And it's my home. My grandma's here. My friends are here. It's like you having places in LA and Clevland. It'll be big enough for all of us to stay in. And Ash can even use it too." It makes perfect sense to Luna.

Understanding what Luna's saying now, Colson nods his head. Letting go of her hand to rub the small of her back, he apologizes for only being focused on the Tommy part and not the bigger picture. He tells that they'll figure out this Paparazzi thing together. He knows Luna doesn't like to be controlled and to her this is a form of control.

"It'll be okay." Colson tries to reassure.

Luna sighs looking at him. She's not so sure.

"Come on." He says, pulling her off the bed. "We're gonna be late for brunch."

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Everyone is standing outside waiting for a table for brunch at Santina. Colson, Slim and Rook are talking about the tour.

"I'm telling you, if we do it right, it'll be epic." Rook debates on the stage prop he has an idea for.

"How are we gonna move, Dawg?" Slim asks him.

Colson looks over to Slim. He doesn't think it's too bad of an idea. Before he can speak, Benny calls out Yo. Their table is ready.

They're loud at brunch. There's a lot of them. It's Luna and Colson with Casie, her grandmother and Joni. Ashley, Dom, Pete and Kate. Ashleigh, Slim, Rook, Benny and Baze.

They order mimosas with their food.

Laughing and talking about last night. They enjoy their food and company.

Ashleigh asks Casie how her sleep over was. Casie giggles with Patti and Joni as they talk about the dance party they had. How delicious their cookies were and the funny photos Patti had shown off of Luna as a kid.

"Loons?"

Luna turns at the sound of one of her many names. The sun's bright and she can't see who it is.

It's Jason and Olivia. They were just about to leave.

"HEY!!" She exclaims jumping up.

She hugs them both. Asking how they are and about Daisy. They catch her up lightly before she introduces them to the table. Colson standing up to shake Jason's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Man." Colson says.

"Likewise." Jason replies.

They pull over two chairs and sit down with them. Olivia congratulating Ashley and Luna on their perforce last night. They watch SNL every week religiously.

"You were funny as hell too!" Jason agrees complimenting Ashley.

She blushes while thanking them. Ashley's a huge fan of both of them.

Olivia and Jason stick around for the rest of brunch, catching up with Luna. Talking with the rest of the group.

Rook speaks to Patti and Joni about what it was like in NY in the 70s. Baze joining in on the conversation at one end of the table while the other end is ridiculous with jokes between Colson, Pete and Jason.

Finishing up, they pay their bill and hit the pavement. Still laughing they all hug and say Goodbye before going their seperate ways.

Patti hugging Luna extra tight, reminding her to call Kylie.

Olivia and Jason walk down the street headed home. Kate and Pete hop a cab, their going to catch an afternoon movie. Patti and Joni take a seperate cab to Annie's. While Luna, Colson, Casie, Benny, Slim, Rook, Baze and Ashleigh take three other cabs to the the brownstone to grab their luggage before going to the airport. Ashley and Dom are meeting them there after stopping off at their hotel to grab their things also.

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They fly out of LaGuardia.

Ashley, Dom, Rook and Benny heading to LA. They rest of them returning to Cleveland.

Both flights are uneventful. Each group sitting and chattering with each other.

They all land safely at their destinations.

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Back at Colson's, Casie jumps onto him.

"Pleeeeease Dad..." Casie gives him a pouty face.

"Yeah, please Dad." Luna laughs.

It's early in the evening and they wanna go to the skate park. Shaking his head and laughing he agrees.

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Later, after Casie's in bed. Luna and Colson are chilling on his bed together. Opening Netflix on the laptop while she messes around on her phone, he grabs her plump ass cheek. Gripping it tight.

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Recovery day Six 🌈 26.07.18

I start EMDR therapy today, and have my first session at 1 this afternoon, a bit apprehensive, but hopeful.

I have started keeping a sticker chart in my therapy note book to keep myself accountable and try to stay on track. I have also got a bag of little treats, enough for one after each session for the next eight weeks, so that I can create positive reinforcements around attending therapy sessions regularly - especially because they can stir up a lot of old emotions and memories and I often come out of therapy feeling initially a lot less settled than I did when I went in.

(Gif credit to @glazecake & Slime.Pupps)

I've put either anxiety busting toys like putty or squishies, self care items like Bath bombs and a set of false eyelashes (because I have never tried) them in my treat bag. I also put in a really nice pair of smart checked trousers that fit, because I have lost a lot of weight recent and feel quite insecure about it. My stomach and intestines can no longer properly process food, so I am on a 90% liquid diet and have lost over 10kg in the last 8 months, meaning no clothes I previous owned fit, as I dropped 4 dress sizes 😨

I keep getting compliments on how 'well' I am looking now I'm so skinny, eww, because our society has this weird idea that skinny=healthy. 🤦🏼

I was a size 8-10 when I was the healthiest weight I've ever been (10 on top because of my chest size) before any gastric issues but am now a size 4 UK size, or I have to try the kids section 🙄 because I have gotten so skinny. Having to look in the kids section at nearly 20 years of age is seriously uncool.

For me my skinny body is my sick body, when I was size 8 to 10 and finally couldn't see my ribs, it was a big deal because I had achieved a healthy weight. That was when I was fairly healthy, so I don't like people always complementing my figure.

I am honestly still struggling to accept how much my body has changed in suck a short space of time. I try not to look at older photographs of my self because if I can see how much weight I have lost I get really anxious about it.

Because I lost the weight quickly and unhealthily, (before I was on a mainly liquid diet I was vomiting around 7 times a day) I initially had a lot of loose skin around my upper arms (bingo wings haha) and while the skin on my arms thankfully has started to re tone; there is still a surprising amount of loose skin around my thighs 😅

It isn't a lot because I was never that big to begin with, but it's enough for me to notice these changes and feel a bit uncomfortable with them. I don't mind my thighs really, but I was very conscious about the 'flop' of skin around my underarms and wouldn't wear anything other than t-shirts with cap sleeves for a while.

Today I am wearing a strap sleeved dress and I'm pleased that I can do that now; because a couple of months ago I would have been to nervous too. I am getting more used to how my body looks now, although I still really want to go back to the size I was, because A it's a healthy weight, and B, I had some really good quality clothes and investment pieces, which now are so overlarge. All my beautiful Laura Ashley blouses that I saved up for or thrifted are too big 😢

I am feeling a lot more comfortable in my body more recently in the past few weeks, whereas previously looking at my body with protruding ribs and collar bones in the mirror made me cry and often triggerd panic attacks. In this heat especially I have just said 'sod it' and started wearing cute crop tops, nothing very short but it shows my midriff which I have previously never left uncovered. They're cute and make me happy because I feel nice in them 😊 I got a great one from Primark with a Sausage dog on it and the words 'silly sausage' on it which I LOVE! I got loads of compliments on it from the nurses at the hospital yesterday and it gave me such a confidence boost about my appearance.

(⬆️Gif credit too @eternalwwaallflowerr)

Never underestimate the power of nicely complimenting a stranger. One nice comment can make someone's day.

I would say though don't mention people's weight unless you know they are trying to loose weight healthily, and even then maybe stick to saying how that type of top compliments their figure shape, rater that 'ohh you've lost weight' because if your compliments are only weight centric it can encourage unhealthy weight loss attitudes as people associate weight loss with personal value, and your weight does not correlate to self worth!

Ft. My cute ass crop top and yesterdays hospital outfit.

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9/17/18

Fall is right around the corner and I couldn't be more excited! All the hay rides and spooky trails and haunted houses and trick-or-treaters! Hot chocolate and sheetz coffee! Falk is a time for all the warm vanilla candels to come out yall✌🏼Short fall days of 55 and cool nights for snuggling. Nice walks on leaves in the woods and holding hands and all the fall colors too! All the dark oranges and reds, itself all so pretty! Its all so pretty to see all the trees change and everyone being so festive and bundled up. Being together and watching horror movies all hours of the night!

Fall time also means fall attire, scarfs, hoodies, sweaters, boots, skinny jeans, and beanies! All of my favorite things to wear nowadays. I wanna get another pair of high black boots just gotta keep an eye out gonna check Gabes or Shoe show.

Hubs looks good in orange too;) Hubs looks good in any color but he looks good especially in fall colors. Oh shoot he can pull off any color really, I am super jealous! I can't wait to take all those cheesy couples fall pictures with the pumpkins in our cliche matching outfits! And I know hes gonna dread it but he's always such a good sport. I couldn't ask for a better Hubby he's the greatest. It makes me so happy how amazing he is and cooperative he always is with me and my shannagins. He knows how excited I am for all those things but most of all dressing up for Halloween!! He is very compliant to everything I need from him and it makes my heart warm! He always knows how to bring a smile to my face.

Im throwing a party of course, I enjoy planning parties and such, theres people who literally hate the stress of planning a party or wedding or anything but I love it! Like for real Hubs knows when we finally do get married, I already have everything planned down a tee! Its pretty crazy actually. I planned our 4th of july party and Thanksgiving last year was my doing with the tremendous help from his dad doing all the cooking! But I planned it all out and exicutded it. And all those holidays ended perfectly! We had a blast. I can plan baby showers too, I love all the Pintrest DIY things they have! Its so easy to do your own parties these days! Plus Im super creative and clever. And Hubs helps too.

Do you guys like parties? If so what kinda parties do you like to attend?

Halloween 2017☝🏼😚

He is always such a good sport he dressed up at work as prince Eric from the little mermaid. Everyone at work thought he wasnt gonna do it but he was such a good Prince! He did all the pictures and everything. Everyone loved our costumes, which were home made btw. I know right?! We look damn good for spending virtually nothing. It was a overall pretty easy and simple look. Luckily his mom is very crafty and knows how to sew really good! So shout out to Hubby's mom! It was a good year. This year for my party I wanna be a dalmatian and he is going to be a sexy fire fighter.👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼

I think we'll be able to pull it off just as well hopefully for just as cheap! We don't work on Halloween this year so I wanted to have a party, which I think my mom is more excited about it than me and Hubs are which hey, more power to her. Shes already bought so much for it, which trust me I very much appreciate cause I know she doesnt have to but she loves doing parties too. Maybe thats where I get it from.

I invited alot of people from Captain Toms they're like my family! I've known all those people for years. I've been there for like 3 years and some change. Were all like a huge family at least the OGs are. We get away with everything at that place and were something kinda special. Everyone who works there is great at least my friends are anyhow. There's Marley, who's my A1 since day 1. We went to East together she's actually my friends youbger sister who I happen to get along with too! And her bff Ashley! Aka Red. They're both great friends of mine! We hangout quite a bit and we always have a good time! We went to carowinds and Danielle's party and Ronda's party! And theyre our favorite Olive garden dates! 👇🏼 Marley may!

We always have a good time and she always makes me smile! We always act like kids when we get together. Theres never a dull moment with my A1!

Togetherness!

The people at Captain toms are 90% of the reason I'm still there, im so comfortable there too and Im a favorite so I never get in trouble. Which I don't really go out of my way to get in trouble or anything. As long you do what youre suppose to working there the mangers pretty much leave you alone. Just do your job correctly and if she does say something just say yes and walk away it really is that simple. Whats the point of giving lip or having an attitude? I don't get it. Serving tables isn't that hard come on now. But we always do like secret Santa and all those fun things and Tina always gets a card for people at work on thier birthday's. Working there hasn't been so bad, best restuarant job I've had by far. That's why I still work there. And the money isn't so bad either right?;)

Fall time it finally starts getting busy. I cant wait for that fall time money. Chritmas is actually the best time of the year. People are always so generous. But it starts in the fall, people start going out everynight before going to see a scary movie. Fall brings people together I think...

I think that word means something and I think fall is the one of the best times for togetherness. Going out walking or sitting outside on your back porch just sitting talking with the ones you love. I love to go outside during fall time. Everything makes me feel so thankful and full and loved. Makes me think of November and Thanksgiving! Im beyond excited about those holidays! They're my favorite holidays besides Christmas and my birthday! Another year also spent with the love of my life too! I always enjoy holidays with my wonderful Hubs! He makes everyday special but especially my holidays.

Who do you guys like spending your holidays with?

What holidays are your favorites?

This year is a new year and were gonna carve pumpkins with funny desings and were gonna DIY Halloween party and its gonna be awesome. Until then friends...

Sincerly yours,

Joelle

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This is a story I’ve been working on as these are some of the characters. I hope you like some of them😊

Name: Raven Bloom

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Best Friends: Celeste(Gemini), Crystal(Taurus), and Shadow

Personality:  Quiet(when around people she doesn't know), funny, smart, brave, childish, and also a rebel

Crushes: You'll find out in the story

Powers: Telekinesis, mind reading, dark magic, and making people hallucinate

Likes: Reading dark books, deciphering codes, the quite, laughing, Loves to kill bad creatures and tease people, drawing, getting in trouble with Celeste, and eating chocolate (she loves chocolate...a lot)

Dislikes: Vegetables, clowns, bullies, being left, being alone, when her friends don't talk to her, when friends are sad, when friends don't trust/believe her, and being yelled at

Other: Got into a foster home because her parents were brutally murdered in front of her. She tried to tell the police who the killer was but no one believed her. A few years later the man she accused of murdering her parents confessed and then got put in jail.

Crimes: Stole a box of chocolates from the principal and vandalized a corner store with Celeste

Skills: Deciphering codes, knowing if you're lying, and drawing

Weapon: A gun (sniper)or a bow and arrow

Favorite colors:  Black, blue, and red

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: April,12,2002

                           Aries

Facial-feature: Black curly hair with red highlights, dark green eyes, bright big smile, dark brown skin (African American),and behind her left ear is a tattoo of the zodiac sign: Aries (she's had it since she was born)

Name: Crystal Blackwell

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Best Friends: Celeste(Gemini), Raven(Aries), Rece(Aries), and Shadow

Personality: Funny, motherly, goofball, flirtatious, confident, sweet, and social butterfly

Crushes: You’ll find out in the story

Powers: Healing, mind reading, and growing plants with a swish of her hand

Likes: Reading, drawing, listening to music, talking to people she's comfortable with, and food

Dislikes: When people eat with their mouth open and when friends are sad

Other: Got into the foster home because her parents just...they just disappeared. She stayed with her grandmother but she soon passed away and got put into the foster home

Crimes: None

Skills: Drawing, handcrafting, and green thumb

Weapons: Gun(Submachine gun)

Favorite colors: Green

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: May,16,2001

Taurus

Facial-feature: Medium brown hair with green highlights at the bottom, light brown eyes, a big bright smile, and on the left side of her neck is a tattoo the zodiac sign: Taurus(she's had it sense she was born)

Name: Shadow Quinn

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Friends: Celeste(Gemini), Raven(Aries), Rece(Aries), and Crystal(Taurus)

Personality: Seems mean but is really nice if you get to know her, badass, funny, loud, strong, brave, smart, quick, protective, loving, caring, and crazy but in a good way

Crushes: You'll find out in the story

Powers: Angle wings and mind control

Likes: anything emo

Dislikes: Pink, girly stuff, when people mess with ones she cares about, and when people annoy her

Other: Is in the foster home because she was found in the forest. No memory. No home. No family. No name. She chose her own name and they put her in the foster home.

Crimes: Falling in love with a human and murdering someone

Skills: Boxing and shooting

Weapon: Guns, fists, and mind control

Favorite colors: Black, purple, and blue

Sexuality: Gender fluid

Birthday: May ,20,2001

Facial-feature: Short dark red hair, big brown eyes, wild goofy smile, and a tattoo above her rear that says "Fuck Off"

Name: Celeste Santos

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Best Friends: Raven (Aries), Rece(Aries), Crystal (Taurus), Shadow

Personality: Indecisive, afraid but will step up to the plate if need be, has courage when it comes to friends, nice, too nice, is a bit all over the place, forgetful, hates people who abuse animals, is a total weirdo,super childish, hilarious, bubbly, doesn't trust easily, insecure, and gets super nervous easily, is easily stepped over can be skipped, not very out there, introvert.

Crushes: You'll find out in the story

Powers: Shapeshifter, flying, empath, duplication, and invisibility

Likes: Big hugs(they make her feel special and smile) ,being told she matters and that she's loved(she doesn't feel like that sometimes lol) ,laughing, being around friends, poetry, reading fantasy books, watching movies with loved ones, watching scary movies(even though she gets scared), the little moments, fireworks, snow, swimming, her friends laughing and smiling, and being mischievous with Raven and Rece

Dislikes: Being left alone, being yelled at, being bothered when focusing or reading, when others are mean to friends, when friends are sad, feeling weak, feeling lost, feeling scared, being chased, remembering bad memories, laughing out loud, being around people she doesn't know or feels uncomfortable around, and showing her smiles or tears

Other: Says sorry to much, talks a lot, thinks out loud sometimes, and secretly hates humans, gets scared easily but when it comes to friends she is brave, runs to friends when scared, she also blushes a lot when she gets nervous or shy. She's in the foster home because one day she woke up and her parents were gone. They left. She was alone for a while until someone found her and she met the girls at the foster home.

Crimes: Duplicated in the middle of someone's body, she turned invisible to hide and someone bumped into her, they fell into the street and a car ran them over them, flew into an orphanage and killed all the orphans as it exploded. Rece was there and laughed his ass off. ( That's when Rece and Celeste first meet.)He liked the way she was weird and accidentally killed two people and about 30 orphans. Celeste being a weirdo said "Sorry!" and Rece came over to her and said, "No be proud!" he then walked her to her destination to make sure she didn't die and then disappeared into the shadows. Celeste just stood there in amazement and said, "Awesome!"

Skills: Multitasking, quick thinker, and good with words(she can be persuasive when she wants to be)

Weapon: Combat shotgun and a blade

Favorite colors: Purple, blue, and white

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: June,15,2003

                         Gemini

Facial-feature: Long dark brown wavy hair with purple highlights at the end, big chocolate brown eyes, tannish brownish skin, small smile, thin black glasses, and on her wrists is a tattoo of the zodiac sign: Gemini (had it since she was born)

Name: Rece Klark Bulford

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Friends: Celeste (Gemini), Crystal (Taurus), Shadow, Nathaniel, Adrien, Ashley, and Zack

Personality: Cocky (some times), hilarious, kinda of a lone wolf, doesn't trust easily, can be a dick but can also be the bestest friend there ever was, will kill anyone without hesitation if they hurt one of his loved ones, serious but deep down childish, and mischievous, he's also a badass

Crushes: You'll find out in the story

Powers: Being able to go into shadows and come out of a shadow not to far from the one that he went into and travel through shadows, Create illusions, and create fake emotions and feelings, He can create an area that is pure darkness and nothing except him and whoever/whatever he wants can enter and exit. The last power and possibly the greatest,he can take your shadow from you and you won't be able to go out in the sun if sunlight touches you you'll die like disintegrate into darkness and if your shadow ever gets out of his possession you can come back to life.

Likes: Likes dark jokes, orphans(that are sad), fires especially when he starts them, Snuffles, shiny gems, he loves the few people he cares about, teasing Celeste, also loves when people fall on accident (he finds it hilarious)

Dislikes: Humans and people in general, hugs and good emotions, also hates with a passion, people who don't know what they're talking about/are ignorant

Other: If you die while he has your shadow he can give you a new life and a new body, new powers, he can level you up or level you down, dick you over (he just can't change you mentally.) Only cares for 7 people (but they're unknown) Snuffles can use telekinesis to talk to Rece and if Snuffles could talk he'd go on and on about enslaving Rece's race. Something happened to Rece in his past and the Fireflies took him in(You'll find out in the story)

Pets: Cerberus

Name: Snuffels

-He has the power to instill fear into the hearts of all. His aura will have this fear factor only the brave and true of heart dare attack. When he bites you it puts a poison in your body that will kill you within two weeks unless you have a good way to heal it. He feeds on all peoples bad feelings and emotions like anxiety hate fear jealousy etc

Crimes: Arson murder, Mass murder of orphans, Assault, Illegal owner ship of an exotic animal(even tho he's raised Snuffles from pup hood)

Skills: Quick thinker, can express himself in words, blood, fear, hate, and mental images

Weapon: Scythe

Favorite colors: Black, Red, Purple

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: April,16,2002

                            Aries

Facial-feature: Curly dark brown hair, cold dark eyes, huge wide smile(he usually smiles with his soul), and he has a tattoo of the zodiac sign: Aries on the right side of his chest, also he's super tall.

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100 Days of Writing: the List

Since it seems there is some interest, why not? List of works (nominally) in progress, old unfinished fics, and Stuff I Want To Write below the cut. Feel free to ask about any of these.

Works (nominally) In Progress

Fanfic

"Reason or Rhyme" (Time Princess - Gotham Memoirs). The Vittorio expansion/fix-fic, because I will be forever disgruntled at how little romance content was actually included in the Mafia romance route.

Galactic Date Night Shenanigans aka "The one where everything is Balkar's fault." (SWTOR - Theron Shan/Jedi Knight). Theron "disaster spy" Shan is goaded into trying to take his wife out for a nice date for once, and it goes like every other plan these two have ever had anything to do with.

#3: [I] trusted [you] (SWTOR - Theron Shan / Jedi Knight). A post-Nathema prompt fic I swear I will finish one of these days.

Original

super secret short story/novella project - Okay it's not that super secret, but it is something I'm mostly keeping under my hat for now as I work on it because of reasons, and is actually (inconveniently, for 100 Days of Writing purposes) the main thing I've been working on lately. I expect to be able to say more about it later. Maybe even within the 100 days! We'll see.

southern gothic urban fantasy procedural romance - Faerie Animal Control Warden meets FBI Elf during investigation of a suspicious death out in the kudzu. A little bit of Bright, a bit Mushi-Shi, a drop of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

Stuff I Want to Write

Distinct from works in progress in that I have not actually gotten past the planning stage on any of these - if that. A few of these have been rattling around in concept for long enough to have gone through several distinct evolutions without ever getting any writing done on them. Still, hope springs eternal and ideas are never wasted.

Fanfic

the rival bands AU / the rock opera playlist fic (Sailor Moon - Makoto Kino/Nephrite). Currently exists entirely as an incomplete playlist.

space opera Pride and Prejudice retelling - exactly what it sounds like on the tin. Do y'all know I have yet to encounter a futuristic/space AU? Surely there's one out there somewhere, but I have yet to see it. If you know of one, for the love of God don't tell me.

"Ten of Swords" - (Archer EMIYA/Minako Arisato). fate/stay night + Persona 3 Portable crossover what's even wrong with my brain.

Original

the Regency fae story - a Regency-era fantasy in which a lot of the needlessly complicated and restrictive social rules followed by the upper classes are actually an attempt at defending against the Fair Folk. Sort of Pride and Prejudice vs Changeling: the Lost vs Labyrinth. Could turn into a whole Pride and Prejudice retelling, I guess?

drinking games - fantasy imperial court intrigues involving a romance between a court poison taster and a master spy/assassin.

untitled - East/southeast Asian-inspired Beauty and the Beast retelling in which the Beast is a mountain god whose appearance is based on a tiger. I'm probably too white to write this.

untitled - Private investigator hired to investigate local bad-boy-made-good for insurance fraud, turns out it was actually an ill-advised teenage deal with the devil coming due. Might fit in with that other southern gothic urban fantasy idea, I am not sure.

the ciphered letter - This one started off as a combination of a Mage: the Awakening campaign and a really, really weird spam email I got one time. Orphan gets mysterious ciphered letter, meets snarky Welsh mage, awakens to magic and maybe almost gets made a human sacrifice to an eldritch abomination.

Forfeit - Regency/Victorian-esque fantasy involving reincarnation, a race of immortals, and a half-immortal teaming up with a mortal who sacrificed his future reincarnations for pseudo-immortality to uncover and stop the sinister secrets that power a colonizing empire. It makes more sense in my head... probably?

untitled - Slow burn enemies to lovers between the world-conquering emperor and the rebel leader who's opposing him, over the course of a time loop. AKA Lord of Heroes Kartis/Monarch with the serials filed off. Or I guess I could just write Lord of Heroes fanfic?

low fantasy Magnificent Seven Samurai - Farming village scrapes together a group of starving mercs to protect them from marauders, drama ensues. That's it, that's the whole idea.

Unfinished Fics

Distinct from works in progress in that these are all old enough I can no longer claim I intend to finish them. Some of them I may come back to, especially the few that had substantial progress made before they fell by the wayside. Most will probably be left abandoned, either because I have lost interest in continuing to work on them or I have just plain forgotten what I was planning to do with them.

dreameater - A very old, loosely Forgotten Realms-inspired concept involving an aging half-elf, his fully elven partner, and a mysterious magical threat that's devouring people's dreams.

"Fortune Favors the Brave" (Baccano! - Luck Gandor/Eve Genoard). The Luck/Eve shipping fic.

"Intermezzo" (Blood+ City of Nightwalkers). Follow-up fic to an obscure manga prequel/side story for the vampire anime Blood+, involving Hagi and the Hong Kong cop who semi-adopted him that one time.

"The Art of Losing Everything" (Dragon Age: Origins - Alistair Theirin/f!Cousland). An Alistair/f!Warden fic with themes of loss, duty, and sacrifice.

"In Pieces" (Dragon Age II - Fenris/f!Hawke). A terrible horrible no good very bad AU where Hawke actually turned Fenris over to Danarius and then came back to try to fix her mistake, which I can never finish because I can't make that initial decision make internal sense no matter how hard I try.

"Pas de Deux" (Final Fantasy VIII - Squall Leonhart/Rinoa Heartilly). Exploration of how Squall and Rinoa's relationship could develop after the events of the game.

"With Good Intentions" (Final Fantasy VIII - Squall Leonhart/Rinoa Heartilly). An AU in which Rinoa discovers that technically you can change the past, it's just that if Squall has an actual decent childhood the world ends. Way too ambitious for me to ever actually finish, probably, but I can't quite give up on the idea.

"I've Loved These Days" (Gundam SEED - Mu la Flaga/Murrue Ramius). One of several partly-written Gundam SEED fics kicking around in my files.

"The Last Night of the World" (Gundam SEED - Mu la Flaga/Murrue Ramius). Another Gundam SEED fic, one that began as a prompt in ye olde LiveJournal days. "I've Loved These Days" might have been a prototype, though they don't appear to have any text in common. Could in theory still get finished, maybe.

Valentine's ghosts (Gundam SEED Destiny - Andrew Waltfeld/Murrue Ramius). I'm just saying, Andy/Murrue would have been so much more interesting than the whole Neo thing in Destiny.

"Lion Passant" (Kingdom Hearts). Something something Leon as a failed Keyblade Bearer. The Kingdom Hearts franchise has rewritten its own lore at least three times since I originally had the idea, I can't imagine I'll ever continue it now.

"Vigil" (KotOR - Carth Onasi/f!Revan). Carth/Revan retrospective somewhere around the tomb of Naga Sadow on Korriban.

"Semper Fidelis" (KotOR/KotOR II - Carth Onasi/f!Revan). Post-Sith Lords Carth/Revan resolution fic.

"Clarity" (KotOR II). Atton Rand backstory study from the POV of that one nameless Jedi.

"A Simple Game of Cards" (KotOR II - Atton Rand/Jedi Exile). Spoilers: it is never a simple game of cards. Turns out someone already did it with more or less the same twist I had in mind.

the besieged base fic (Mass Effect - f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko). A fic rendition of the "Besieged Base" mission from the first Mass Effect.

"Get Up, Jonah" (Mass Effect). I woke up thinking about Turkish drummers. Didn't take long; I don't know much about Turkish drummers. Virmire, before the other shoe drops.

"Long Night" (Mass Effect). Ashley on Virmire.

"My Heart Dances" (Mass Effect - f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko). Liara POV of Shepard/Kaidan.

"No Way Out" (Mass Effect - f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko). Heading up the Citadel during the ME1 endgame.

"Right Here, Right Now" (Mass Effect - f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko). An ME1 epilogue / pre-ME2 sort of fic.

"While the Night is Still Young" (Mass Effect - f!Shepard/Kaidan Alenko). Shepard/Kaidan en route to Ilos.

Apparently I had approximately a million little Mass Effect shortfic ideas I never finished and in some cases never started. Apparently they're all for the first game. (I think there was a Thane idea or two for ME2 that I just never started on at all. RIP.)

"To Absent Friends" (Tiger and Bunny). Sad, sad futurefic of an elderly Pao-Lin reflecting on the deaths of all the other heroes over the years.

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