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violetjedisylveon · 2 years

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Collector and King Brothers AU Anyone?

AU where King's dad saw the Collector and went; 'Is anyone gonna be that god kid's parental figure?' And didn't wait for an answer. The Collector gets traumatized and manipulated by Philip. Then Eda finds the Collector and King and went; 'is anyone gonna take care of these kids?' And also didn't wait for an answer.

First chapter here

Why? I dunno, I have a lot of AUs already so here's another.

Long summary of AU the cut ⬇

So the Collector gets a dad and he teaches them how to be gentle because everyone else is fragile and easily breakable.

After being adopted, the Collector did catch the Owl Beast, because it was hurt and they helped it get better and the Owl Beast kinda just stuck around cause this funky little star child is pretty cool.

The Titan Trappers don't have the Collector helping them kill the Titans but they still somehow managed to kill a lot of the Titans, probably by manipulating the Collector into it.

The Owl Beast got really badly hurt in a fight so the Collector transformed it into a curse to allow it to recover but then lost it. They were really upset their friend was gone.

King's dad hides the Collector with King's egg and tells them to watch after King.

Now you can interoperate the drawing as the Collector actually talking to King's dad, but they're really talking to one of the murals of him on King's island.

Why? because angst :)

So King's dad dies and the Collector is alone with King's egg and the gooy guard thing(I forgot it's name) for centuries.

The Collector left the island a few times over the course of King's incubation period, mostly cause they got a little bored and needed something to do/eat, but he always came back to watch their lil bro.

On their last time out, they ran into Philip and, because they were taught stranger danger, they wanted nothing to do with him at first. Philip ended up lying/manipulating the Collector into trusting him and teaching him some things, like sigils and some stronger magic.

The Collector was really lonely and upset and blaming themself because it was partly their fault that the Titans died even if King's dad told him it was really their fault, so they were easier to manipulate than he normally would've been.

So Philip added another child to his 'Children I've manipulated/traumatized' list, he betrayed them when he found out that he was hiding something powerful, the Collector got hurt by Philip, which is where that scars from, so now the Collector doesn't trust him and is a little scared of him.

After the Philip situation, The Collector didn't leave King's island again and they were very distrusting of humans and witches.

Then King hatched and the Collector was super happy that his little brother was okay and safe and they could play with someone again. The Collector is very protective of King.

Eda still gets cursed by Lilith, she still finds the hidden island with King and the Collector on it later, partly because the Owl Beast sorta guided her there.

The Collector didn't like Eda on their island, and attacked her at first because they're traumatized and distrusting of everyone now.

Eda got them to calm down and talk a bit, they don't talk much now, they told her that he was protecting their baby brother from the bad witches and that they would like it if Eda left and didn't tell anyone.

Eda left but, she got worried about this kid living alone on a remote, uncharted island with a baby apparently, and the Owl Beast went into mom mode and kept trying to get back to the island with dead animals to feed the kids.

Eda went back to the island a few times and slowly built up trust with the Collector, enough that when Eda discovered little baby King, the Collector wasn't super mad cause King was a little sick and they sorta trusted Eda enough to let her help.

Tldr:

Eda slowly befriended the Collector and then brought them and King to the Owl House. Oh, and Eda calls the Collector Enzo.

So Eda unknowingly adopted two gods, and the Owl Beast decided, these are my kids even though one is older than me.

King gets his name, and Eda begrudgingly accepts that she is now a mom, then decided to be a better mom than hers was cause things still aren't good between them.

The Collector is scared of Philip/Belos, Eda didn't know why cause the Collector doesn't talk much and she's not going to pry into this clearly traumatized child, so she just does what she can for them. He gets some therapy, their therapist comes to the Owl House cause he doesn't like going out much.

Eda gives the Collector an illusion disguise with a concealment stone so they can feel more safe when they go out and less scared of getting spotted by Belos. The disguise just makes them look like a witch.

By the time Luz shows up, the Collector is still a very shy child but they warm up to Luz and then Luz has 2 little siblings now.

That's all I've got for now, there will probably be some fic about this cause I ping pong between everything I'm doing.

Have a nice day!

VJS out!

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tcsauaskblog · 3 years

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OH MAN I GUESS IT’S TIME NOW HUH???? THEN HERE WE GO KIDS

So Abner is one of the older cousins (about 7 years older than Fethry). He’s not much bigger or taller then other kids his age, but he’s built like a brick wall and stronger than he looks FOR SURE. He’s a rowdy kid, often getting into lighthearted trouble and roughhousing with other boys in the school yard, but all in all, he really is a good kid.

He helps his dad out with the chores on his gran’s ranch without complaint, does the nitty gritty jobs so that his gran doesn’t have to, and isn't afraid to give his mom a hug and a kiss in front of the other school boys (even if they’ll make fun of him later for it, which he’ll then get into a tussle about, but more for the sake of principle than actually denying that he’s a momma’s boy and is embarrassed by her affection.) He really is, truly, a good kid. Just a bit rough around the edges is all.

He’s not good around kids though. He never really payed much attention to his younger cousins till they were old enough to actually hang around with. Donald was always a little too feisty and eager to prove himself, which Abner could respect, and he was fun to wrestle with once he was actually able to hold his own. Della talked a lot, but momma said that was just a girl thing, despite her being just as eager to wrestle and get down and dirty with the boys. Gladstone showed off too much, but sometimes his luck would get them free ice cream down at the shops on Sunday afternoons, so he wasn’t too annoying to hang out with. And it helped that Gus was around his age, and able to help him round up the little gang of hooligans when it got a little too much for Abner to deal with sometimes.

And then Fethry came around.

And he was small. Smaller than the others had been, almost tiny in comparison, and Abner felt his heart flinch every time someone asked him to hold his baby brother. (Either for a family pic for granny or to help momma out sometimes when she was busy)

It wasn’t like Abner didn’t like Fethry. He was a relatively easy baby. Hardly ever cried, compared to what Abner remembered of his cousins as babies, and usually was content just to be held and giggle. Abner just didn’t know what to DO with the kid.

He was just. So. Little. little enough that one wrong move from Abner and his baby brother would break into a million pieces. Not to mention the kid was so adored by everyone around him and was the complete opposite of Abner in every way. Abner didn’t think he could stomach the idea of being the reason this little kid, who was all smiles and stars in his wide brown eyes, cried or got hurt.

So Abner did was any kid his age could do in his situation and just sort of,,, avoided Fethry. Not to be mean or difficult, but just to be safe. Just until Fethry was a little older, a little less breakable.

As the years went by though, it became harder and harder to break this avoiding game they were playing, despite Fethry’s BEST efforts. Because the kid LOVED his cool and distant older brother. He’d follow Abner everywhere he went, would try to copy some of Abner’s poorer choice habits (which horrified Abner to no end, thus furthering his efforts to keep away from Fethry so as not to taint the kid) And even though Fethry got older and wasn’t the baby he used to be, he somehow got even more fragile, even more precious before Abner’s eyes. The kid was as pure hearted as could be, while Abner, entering his early teen years, became more and more rambunctious with his shenanigans and got into a lot more trouble than he was probably worth. He became to hard to be near the kid, a shining beacon of everything good in the world, where Abner was bordering on the darker side of that shadow the beacon cast.

Abner didn’t really mean to get into as many arguments about his estrangement with his kid brother with his folks, mostly his dad. But it was hard to explain himself. Abner was a little too much like his father, where words were hard to come by and actions always did the job of conveying his thoughts anyway. His mother, a kind hearted and gentle spirit, was always able to see through his rough exterior and understand him perfectly, but even she was having difficultly understanding his hesitance to be around Fethry. Abner wished he could be a little bit more like Fethry, the spitting image of his mother’s kind soul, But alas, he was too much like Eider, and that made the two butt heads more often than not.

It was Gladstone’s 7th birthday when the incident occurred.

The party was being held at granny’s ranch, and it was a big family todo, (family events always were) and Abner was getting a little too smothered with all the constant chatter and loud music. He had only stepped away just to catch his breath, to be able to breathe a little easier without all the commotion. He had taken a walk down to the little pond at the bottom of the hill.

He didn’t really like water all that much. He wasn’t a very good swimmer, and after the summer he broke into the movie theatre with some friends to see an R-rated horror film about a sea monster when he was 9, he’d never really been able to look at a body of water the same again. But he had half an egg sandwich he swiped from the buffet table in his hoodie jacket, and feeding the bluegills was always something that calmed him down, so standing on the little dock didn’t seem too scary.

Abner didn’t realize Fethry had followed him down to the pond. He should have. Of course he should have known the kid would. Fethry followed him everywhere, like a little duckling would. Abner should have realized Fethry would have trailed along right behind him.

But he didn’t. He was too stuck in his own head, trying to calm himself down from getting too overstimulated from the party. He didn’t realize Fethry was right behind him.

He didn’t mean to jerk as hard as he did, when Fethry has reached out towards him, he really, honestly, didn’t. The kid had startled him, and Abner was acting on school yard protective reflexes faster than he could stop himself.

To this day he doesn’t really know if he actually pushed Fethry in or not. It hurts to think about. All he knows for sure is two things.

That Fethry fell into the water.

And that Abner didn’t jump in to save him.

Someone did though, Donald a few seconds later. Where he had come from, Abner couldn’t bother to ponder about. Donald had always been a little too protective over Fethry, acting on those big brother instincts far better than Abner ever did. He must have followed after Fethry when he noticed the little 4 year old duckling toddle away from any adult eyes. He had jumped in the water immediately to save Fethry.

Abner wasn’t even sure if the Donald could swim. It didn’t matter if he could though. That wasn’t the point. The point was that Abner didn’t jump in, regardless of whatever excuse he could come up with.

And he tried, for years. Abner spent countless hours trying to wrap his head around why he never jumped in. Why he couldn’t move. Why is heart felt like it broke the second Fethry’s signature, stupidly big hat, disappeared under the water. Why it didn’t feel better when both he and Donald broke the surface again, whole seconds later.

The coming days would be a blur after that. A hazy blur that Abner didn’t like thinking too hard about.

The adults had come to the rescue a few minutes later, Gladstone and Della must have ran to get them after Donald had jumped into the water after Fethry. Fethry ended up ok, if not a little water logged and shaken, understandably. They had demanded to know what had happened.

And Abner couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even make eye contact. Just stared at his own feet, his hands clenching in his hoodie pockets hard enough to leave bruising as he willed the pain in his chest to go away. Donald had no such reservations, and told the story as he saw it.

That Abner has pushed Fethry into the lake.

Abner couldn’t very well refute it, no matter how much he wanted to. He didn’t mean to push Fethry if he did, he didn’t mean to not jump in after him. He didn’t mean to hurt Fethry. He never did. Fethry was the last person on the earth that Abner wanted to hurt. But that didn’t change the fact that he did hurt Fethry, and that he didn’t do anything to change that.

He was sent away to a boarding school the following week. A school for lost and wayward boys. Boys who had caused so much havoc in their lives, that their parents didn’t know what to do with them or how to help them anymore. It was, for a lot of cases, a last ditch effort to save some reckless boys from causing any more damage to themselves and the people around them. Abner was one of those cases.

He didn’t want to go. Had begged and pleaded and fought tooth and nail not to go. Momma, the sweet soul that she was, didn’t seem like she wanted to send him away either. But Fethry had almost drowned, and neither of them could deny that Abner was the cause of it, and had said nothing to his defense against it. But Pa’s word was final, and Abner couldn’t do anything about it.

The school was strict, but it had never met a challenger quite like Abner Duck. Stubbornness was something tangible, flowing in his veins like the rest of the spitfire Duck traits he inherited, and Abner proved himself to be quite the problem child that everyone had always painted him out to be.

It was about a year later, that Abner got the letter from his gran that his mother had fallen ill. She died the following spring.

Abner felt out of sorts in his suit that didn’t fit him quite right as he stood in the spring rain at his mother’s grave spot. It was under the little oak tree on the hill overlooking gran’s ranch. The pond Fethry had almost drowned in was just a little bit away, in viewing distance at the bottom of the hill. Fethry was on the other side of his father. Abner felt bile creep up in his throat whenever Fethry would peek over at Abner with wide brown eyes that reminded Abner too much of their mother, and try to give him a smile. Abner tried not to hate him in that moment. It wasn’t Fethry’s fault. He was only 5. He didn’t understand what was going on. Didn’t realize the weight of momma’s death. Still didn’t really understand why Abner hadn’t been around the past few months, but still. There was a pit of anger burning itself into Abner’s stomach that he didn’t know what to do with.

He hadn’t seen his mother in almost a year, and now he’ll never get to see her. Never get to hold her hands or give her hugs or eat her brown sugar cookies that was the only thing she could bake without burning. The last memory he has of her alive is when she hugged him goodbye before the boarding school bus took him away. Abner was too upset and angry that he didn’t hug her back. If he had known that was going to be his last moments of her, he would have turned around in his bus seat, to at least see her wave him off, with little Fethry, not understanding the situation at all, waving good bye too.

Abner was incredibly heartbroken, but more than that, he was furious. Furious that his father had sent him away in the first place. Away from his mother, the only person who really saw him for his worth. They had gotten into another fight that night, screaming at each other so loudly that they neighbors dogs, a whole acre away, could hear them and started barking in turn. Abner doesn’t remember a whole lot of the fight. Just that they were both raw from grief and heartbreak, and that Abner knew, that without his mom, he couldn’t stay in that house. Not with a dad who was a little too much like him, and a baby brother who couldn’t have been more different. Abner left for the school again the next morning. He hated being in the school, but it was the only place that was familiar enough to return to, without feeling like it was a home.

Abner got the news that his father died half a year later. Abner didn’t bother going to the funeral, no matter how devastated he was about the news. The only person left from their broken little family, the only person who would, undoubtedly, be waiting for him, was Fethry. And Abner couldn’t see him. Not now. He didn’t know when, but certainly not now. Not after everything that had happened between them.

Abner decided it was best to keep the distance between himself and Fethry. Nothing good came from them being near each other, and this way, Abner knew that at the very least, Fethry would be safer without him around. Fethry had granny to take care of him, and Donald and Della and Gladstone to keep him company. He didn’t need Abner.

Fethry would be better off without him.

#tcs ask #TCS au #Teenage Cousin Shenanigans #abner duck #boy sorry this was long #had a lot of thoughts about the boy #but there you go #that's why abner wasn't in fethry's life growing up #the long awaited abner story #the abner fic would have started out after this all happened #with fethry trying to reconnect with abner because he doesn't remember why abner left and no one would tell him the truth

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loveyou-x3000 · 3 years

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Naughty Anon here 😸 😏 😁 can we get a prompt of business man/ Crime boss Toga making love/ wanting to impregnate his new wife in the modern era.

Ok these are pieces of an AU I’ve never published that was for @heavenin--hell and is pretty self-indulgent (for the both of us, haha). The only context I really have to give you is that prior to these scenes, Izayoi had gotten some tattoos that - for reasons - tied her life to Toga’s. It’s probably not as naughty as you’d like, Naughty Anon, but there is plenty of innuendo and fluff.

Modern AU + Mafia/Yakuza/Crime Boss/Demon Lord AU + Married + Fluff

The following afternoon, Izayoi woke on her side to a soft, warm rumble beneath her shoulder, a sweep of silver hair across her cheek, and a set of elegant claws stroking their way up and down her ribs.

For a while she was content to settle in the headspace between waking and sleeping, where there was only the dark behind her eyelids and the shivering sensation of the long, dangerous talons skimming across her ribcage. Up and down, across and back, gliding across the sensitive skin along her side and sweeping down low under her breast. It felt electric. Like there was something crackling underneath the pads of his fingers, a thin membrane of white noise between them. A promise...

The foggy memories of yesterday came crawling back and she smiled, realizing the path he was following. She couldn’t help but wiggle slightly beneath his ministrations.

“G’morning,” she murmured, nuzzling her nose against his shoulder. He hummed beneath her, a vibration rumbling up from his chest as he tipped his head down to press a kiss in her hair.

“Good morning.”

Izayoi reached up and brushed her fingers over the underside of his jaw, finally cracking open in her eyes. She expected to find him looking back at her— and he was, amber eyes gleaming like honey in the dim light, but it wasn’t for long. His gaze drifted over and up towards the ceiling and on instinct she followed him, tipping onto her back and blinking some of her sleepiness away.

Looking up at the mirrors - the stupid, ridiculous mirrors - installed over their bed, she gasped softly at the sight above them.

Tōga’s reflection was staring back down at her, entranced, watching how his fingertips skated over the dark indigo markings emblazoned across her ribcage. Every moment seemed to be happening of its accord, as if his hand were separate from the rest of his body, guided by invisible strings that he had no control over. Gentle, delicate claws traced the edges of her tattoos, sending tiny electric sparks all the way down to her toes.

“Oh,” she breathed, and he licked his lips.

They were both nude. Tōga’s free hand was pinned underneath his head and her arms lay limp across her own chest and his, a veil of their tangled, contrasting hair spread out around them. Izayoi caught her husband’s gaze in the mirror and he smiled, letting his hand float upwards until he could press his palm flat against her breast, sparking a soft sound in the back of her throat.

“Oh,” she said again, and then he endeavored to show her exactly why the mirrors were worth having.

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He couldn’t keep his hands off of her.

After consecrating the morning - or, rather, the afternoon - of their first anniversary together, Izayoi had slipped away from him to clean up and make herself something to eat. She was starving. Yesterday’s meal had consisted of nothing more than half a stale bagel - which, honestly, wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary for her - but after the tattooing and their activities this morning, she was pretty sure she’d be able to hold her own in an eating contest with any of the demon men in her life right now.

She’d had approximately five minutes alone in the kitchen before Tōga moved in behind her and slipped his hands under the button-up shirt she’d stolen from him, putting his palms over her markings as he leaned in and watched her cook. The tails of the white shirt hung over his wrists, leaving her bare from the waist down.

“Hello,” she laughed, trying to squirm out of his embrace so she could focus on cooking her eggs. Their apartments - and the entire floor, in fact - were private, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel strange to be so brazenly exposed while trying to make breakfast. Or lunch, as it were.

“Hello,” he grumbled back, dipping down to kiss her neck. His thumbs stroked across her tattoos underneath her shirt, fingers digging in softly between her ribs. Electricity cracked between them, made only more sensitive by the fact he’d just spent the last hour working his mouth across the markings. She was already spinning in the memory.

“I need to eat,” she begged softly, tipping her head back against his chest. He pulled up and gazed down at her, eyes still a little sex-drugged and sleepy. “I can’t eat if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He chuckled and relented, letting his hands fall away so the shirt could hang back down around her thighs. But he stole her spatula from her immediately after, gently kissing the shell of her ear.

“Let me do it.”

“But you’re a terrible cook,” she teased, and he snorted.

“Go, woman.”

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...So now, in the hours between waking and whatever Tōga had planned for the evening, they lounged on the couch together, half dressed and barely watching the television that played in front of them. He was sprawled out long across the leather cushions, head and shoulders propped up on the armrest as Izayoi lay between his legs and stretched across his chest, arms folded under her cheek. The movie playing on the screen wasn’t very captivating, but she wasn’t sure if the film was at fault for that. Tōga had hitched up her shirt again so he could trace her tattoos, drawing languid, lazy circles up and down the parts he could reach, making it incredibly difficult to pay any attention to the more subtle details of whatever they’d decided to watch. She couldn’t remember what it was called.

At least this time she had a blanket to cover her lower half.

Eventually, she turned her head to press a kiss on her husband’s sternum, practically vibrating with contentment. A shiver rolled down her spine as he massaged her ribs.

“When should we get ready?”

“Mm…” He shrugged, nonchalant as he gazed down on her. “Soon, I suppose.”

“Where are you taking me?” she tried, reaching up with one hand to draw soft, swirling circles over the point of one of his shoulder markings. She pinned her chin on the back of her other hand, splayed flat over his chest.

“Nice try,” he hummed, eyes sparkling, “but no.”

She pouted softly, trying to prod the information out of him.

“I need to know what I should wear.”

“Don’t worry about that. I bought you something.”

“You did?” she asked, interested. Tilting her head to one side, she looked up at him from under her eyelashes. “And you’re not going to show it to me?”

“I suppose I could,” he mused, adjusting his shoulders against the couch to get a better angle on her. “Good excuse to get you undressed.”

She laughed shortly through her nose.

“You’re insatiable.”

“You think I’m bad now?” he chuckled, clearly amused. “Just wait until you’re less breakable.”

#kind of a mafia au #inuparents #prompts #naughty anon #heaveninhell #she's read the entirety of this #modern au #inu no taisho #izayoi #toga #inuyasha was sessmom's kid in this one #Anonymous #ask

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hearteyesemergency · 4 years

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TK Accidentally Takes Carlos Home While His Dad’s There

Request: TK forgets he’s living with his Dad, and takes Carlos home and they get caught?

A/N: This has been on my mind recently. Semi-established Tarlos for this fic. It got a lot longer than I expected, but I really wanted to show some of smitten/pining TK that we haven’t seen much of yet in this canon slow burn. And I really wanted to keep this canon Carlos who gives TK the space to breathe and heal.

Summary: Considering how close TK is to his Dad, it‘s astounding to anyone that he forgot they lived together. After a pretty successful dancing date, TK takes Carlos home with him, and scar’s Owen with the sight of them all over each other once barely inside the door. TK could die of embarrassment, and Carlos just really wants Owen to like him.

Warnings: Course language, Mild sexual themes.

TK stumbled backward into his home, not worried about the key that slipped from his fingertips and landed somewhere on the floor beneath their feet. All he cared about was Carlos’ lips on his, and how somehow they made him feel so incredibly wanted.

They weren’t even together, not officially anyway, they hadn’t had that chat yet, but Tyler didn’t know any word other than ‘loved’ to describe the way Carlos made him feel. TK had rarely felt worthy of anything as powerful as that, and yet here Carlos was, making him feel like he was drowning in it.

It grew this need in Tyler to have Carlos closer. Like, impossibly close, limbs tangled, body to body, even a thin shirt between them was too much. All TK wanted was to get the clothes gone, he just needed to feel Carlos.

He had gotten far too invested lately in the fleeting power trip that came with lost buttons on Carlos’ shirt when he tore it off the man. So far, Carlos had lost four button-ups and counting. TK had only managed the top half of this shirt when someone cleared their throat in the next room.

TK sprung back with a gasp. In the kitchen stood Owen, glass of milk in hand. He looked tired, wrapped in a sweater over his pyjamas and socks on his feet. Another half hour, and he’d probably have been in bed. Just Tyler’s luck that his Dad finds him with kiss swollen lips, trying to rip the shirt off a man who may as well have been their colleague.

“Hi boy’s,”

“Dad,”

“Uh, hi, Mr Strand,”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can call me Owen,”

“To be honest, Sir, right now, I don’t think that I can,”

Owen shrugged understandingly.

TK couldn’t look at either of them, a blush settled on his cheeks. How the fuck he forgot that he lived with his father, he wasn’t sure.

“So, fun night?” Owen guessed,

“Uh, yeah... I mean, we just went dancing at the bar- TK only drank water,”

“I know,” Owen nodded, “I trust him, and you’re a good influence,”

Carlos sighed in relief through a smile, “thank you, Sir.”

Owen grinned back.

“Well, this has been sufficiently awkward,” TK finally piped up, “good night.”

TK took Carlos by the hand and lead him to the stairs. Now was not the time for his Dad and the guy he was seeing to bond. They were halfway up when he heard his Dad at the bottom.

“TK!”

He sighed, “Yeah, Dad,”

“Door open,”

He whirled around, “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not joking. I’m literally in the bedroom next door. Door open.”

TK pulled a face.

As if your Dad interrupting a hot make out session with the guy you’re seeing wasn’t a turn off enough, him being in the next bedroom, in a house that had possibly the thinnest walls in Texas- THAT was an even bigger turn off.

TK couldn’t lock himself and Carlos behind his bedroom door fast enough after that. He took a moment to rest his head against the wood, composing himself as he left Carlos to make himself comfortable in the room.

At this point, he didn’t care if Carlos looked around, what he’d see was now officially the least embarrassing thing TK could face that night.

He had no reason to be concerned though, the police officer cared more about gently pulling Tyler out of his dramatics, and away from the door. He sat TK down on the bed before he flicked the lock back, and opened up the room once again.

“But-“

“I want your Dad to like me, TK. I don’t want him thinking I’m encouraging you to disobey his rules in his house,”

“Okay, first of all, he loves you. Second of all, I’m a grown man-“

“Who still lives with his Dad, which means we respect his rules. And your Dad loves me as a cop, he doesn’t know me as his sons boyfriend, or whatever this is,”

“...we could call it a boyfriend thing,” TK shrugged, though didn’t meet Carlos’ eyes,

“Yeah?”

TK nodded.

Though he still didn’t look, he felt Carlos come crouch down in front of him, taking the firefighters face in his hands. Reluctantly, TK turned to make eye contact with the man, and found a soft smile waiting just for him. Carlos caressed his cheek for a moment, before he kissed him.

Not like earlier, no, this kiss was soft and sweet, there was no lust in it at all. TK may have literally whimpered into it. Carlos had a way of making TK seem like he was breakable, not in a bad way, in a good way. Like he was precious, and invaluable. Like it would be the worst thing in the world if something were to hurt him.

TK let himself collapse forward against Carlos, foreheads together as he took in the man’s scent. It calmed him, not that he had been nervous or anything, he was just generally a little chaotic, and Carlos had a good affect on him in that respect. He was once again coming to love the super intimate moments in a relationship. The staring, the feeling, the silence, and it was all thanks to the man right in front of him.

“You really think your Dad’s cool if I stay the night?”

“Are you joking?” TK pulled back and looked at his boyfriend, “you’re going to wake up to a cooked three course breakfast,”

Carlos chuckled, “you sound sure,”

“I am sure, I can see it in his eyes- he really likes you,”

“I hope so,” Carlos caressed TK’s cheek,

“I know so... Now get up here and give me cuddles since you’re playing by my fathers boring game of innocence.”

Carlos rolled his eyes, though complied anyway. He borrowed a pair of sweats from TK’s dresser as they both changed out of their date attire, though didn’t bother with a shirt, he didn’t want to stretch anything out. TK watched as the man crawled into his bed for the very first time, and was certain that he could absolutely get used to this.

When Carlos was comfortable, TK sat up and faced him, so that he could look at him and admire the man that had taken things so slow with him to get to this point. He couldn’t help but run a hand through Carlos’ hair, it was usually the other man who was so gentle and understanding with him, somehow able to draw out TK’s most vulnerable side, and help him accept and grow with all his past traumas and flaws.

Carlos grinned up at him, and it was nice there like that. They fell into a soft conversation, talking about nothing and absolutely everything. TK sat against the policeman’s hip, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the bare skin. Their hands tangled or explored the others soft skin, never still. It was very possibly the most intimate situation TK had ever been in. Intimacy far beyond sex, something he was not in the slightest experienced with.

Carlos was certainly his most grown up relationship, and he put every other boyfriend TK had ever had to complete shame. TK understood why his Dad liked Carlos, everyone liked Carlos, but his Dad especially, because he didn’t have to worry as much with Carlos around. He had a strong head on his shoulders, and he wasn’t afraid to pull TK in line when he needed it, but was equally as understanding and there through the hard times as well.

“Good night.”

TK looked back over his shoulder to his father at the door, and smiled, “good night, Dad,”

“How do you like your eggs in the morning, Carlos?”

TK chuckled, and gave his boyfriend one of those ‘I told you so’ looks.

“I’ll cook,” Carlos countered, “my Mum used to make our breakfast every day... you have to try it,”

“I won’t say no to that,” the Cap agreed, “good night, boys.”

Owen switched the light off as he left, and TK couldn’t help but relish in how fucking domestic this was. It was like when you live in a different city, and you and the husband go home to visit the father who calls every other day because he misses you, and would do anything to have you home.

In the darkness, TK laid back down beside Carlos, leg thrown over the other man’s hip, arm around his waist as he nuzzled his face in Carlos’ shoulder.

“Is it weird that I don’t find any of this awkward?” Carlos wondered,

“My Dad has that affect on people.”

TK didn’t elaborate on the fact that he knew his father had never been this relaxed and instantly accepting with any other guy TK had dated. It was too much too soon to say out loud. For now, both Carlos and his Dad knew where his feelings stood, and that was enough.

Carlos made him feel light, and safe, and fuck he hoped this time it worked out.

If Carlos was bothered by how much TK would toss and turn during the night, he didn’t let it on. TK figured he knew the struggles with shift work body clock himself. Despite his inability to stay asleep, TK felt like the hours that he did get in had been the best he’d had in years. He also enjoyed the times when he was awake, when he could stare at how peaceful and perfect Carlos was.

TK couldn’t think of a single thing he had done to deserve the man beside him, but he knew damn well he wouldn’t give up their rollercoaster ride for anything. He’d rather spend one hard day with Carlos than infinite ‘easy’ days with anyone else.

It was around 4am when TK had last laid awake, staring at the back of Carlos, fingers gently trailing absentmindedly up and down the officers back.

“You think awfully loudly,” Carlos whispered, though it was enough to startle TK,

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” TK reclaimed his hands,

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Carlos rolled onto his back and looked across to TK,

“I was just thinking about how happy I am... and I really mean that.”

It was too dark either of them to really see each other, but they stared anyway. A moment later, Carlos grabbed a hold of TK, and drew him into his chest before rolling back to the other side. Now TK was practically cocooned in Carlos’ arms, snuggled in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Be cute in the morning, I’m trying to sleep,” Carlos’ voice was light,

“You and I both know I’m not this good with feelings in the light of day...“

“You don’t give yourself enough credit... you’ve come so far since I met you. I’m so proud of you.”

To TK, those words meant more than ‘I love you.’ Anyone can love another person, but to make someone proud, especially with the parts of yourself you hate the most... that was something else.

TK closed his eyes and sighed contently, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me... thank you. For everything,”

“Ride or die.”

TK couldn’t help but laugh at that, and he didn’t care how loud he was. He wondered who the fuck taught Carlos that, because Lord knew that he didn’t figure out that was a ‘thing’ on his own.

With one last kiss to Carlos’ neck, TK willed himself to go back to sleep, a much easier task when he could count to the beats of Carlos’ heart.

It was morning when he woke up, after eight, and he knew that his Dad would be out on his morning run. His back was to Carlos now, the man’s arm only loosely around TK’s waist. He could tell from the awkward placement that Carlos was still asleep, and if he wasn’t afraid to wake him by moving- probably far too late- he would’ve wrapped the police officer up in his own arms and returned the favour.

A small glimmer caught TK’s eye on the night stand, and he looked over to find three blue buttons sat neatly in a row. TK couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. Sometimes, he was sure he and his father were too close, way too close, though he still wouldn’t change it for the world, and he was so glad that his Dad liked Carlos, because TK was fairly certain one day they’d walk down to isle to Carlos waiting at the end. At least he hoped so.

#Carlos Reyes #Tyler Kennedy Strand #TK Strand #Tyler Strand #911 lone star #lone star #Carlos x TK #TK x Carlos #tarlos #tarlos prompt #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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Speak No Evil (Part 33)

I’m back. Still a little tired from the flight home but should be back on my regularly scheduled bullshit now.

Azula can’t remember the last time she had walked away from a verbal conversation with a feeling of relief instead of dread. She had actually done it. She can’t help but feel like it is a ridiculous and petty thing to get excited over--that she had actually worked through a conflict without causing irreparable damage. And maybe that is why she has let Seicho off so easily.

Easily, even when, she is still decently angry; on one hand, TyLee is speaking kindly to her again. On the other, the woman is speaking to her quite differently--as though she is delicate and breakable. As though anything she says could put her back on the rim of that volcano. In some sense it is as though one type of fear has been replaced by another; instead of fearing Azula herself, TyLee fears for her. And she thinks that, for it, TyLee is still under her control. For it, she is still toying with the woman’s head intentionally or not. Decidedly she will need to have another conversation with TyLee. A private one. The very notion of it puts uneasy tingles back in her belly. But her conversation with Seicho is proof enough that she can speak through things without cutting remarks and manipulative wording.

And, by Agni, she thinks that she needs it to happen. Just a one on one conversation. Something raw and unmuddled by third party opinions.

Seicho is still asleep when she untangles herself from the woman’s arms and slips out of bed. She rubs her eyes as Seicho gives a sleepy grumble and rolls over. Azula trails her fingers over the woman’s bicep, she doesn’t stir. So she silently makes her way down the hall towards TyLee’s room. She hopes that TyLee is awake. Her hand, poised to knock, hovers over the door. Perhaps she should wait until noon--she can’t imagine that sleepiness would make for a good conversation. She hears the doorknob twist and the door opens before she can retract her hand.

TyLee greets her with a cheerful smile. She doesn’t want to ruin that cheerful smile. “Good morning, Azula.”

“Yes,” she nods, “good morning TyLee.”

“How are you?”

“I will be better after I talk to you.” She clears her throat. “I mean that there are some matters that I would like to discuss with you privately.”

TyLee laughs, “you don’t have to be so formal all the time.” She takes Azula’s hand. It has been so long since she has done that. “Let’s go get breakfast.”

“I’ll have it sent up to the balcony.”

“That sounds nice.” Azula smiles.

.oOo. TyLee wishes that Azula would have waited until after breakfast to begin the more serious discussions, but then, Azula always has been straight to the point and she isn’t sure that the princess would have been able to focus on breakfast with so much on her mind anyhow.

“I don’t need you to be gentle with me.” Azula insists. “I just need you to treat me like you did before.”

TyLee tilts her head. “Azula, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve been a whole lot nicer since Seicho told you that I almost died. You don’t need to be delicate with me. You can…” she hesitates momentarily. “You can be angry with me, I’ll be fine.” Azula reaches for her tea.

“I can be.” TyLee agrees. But she isn’t. She finds it hard to be resentful when Azula is earnest and less acrimonious. It is only when her face begins to fall that TyLee realizes that the woman has taken it the wrong way. “But I’m not, Azula.”

“You should be.”

“We talked about this the other day.”

“That’s not good enough. It was…” she trails off. “We didn’t address a lot of the things that needed to be discussed.”

“It was good enough.”

Azula shakes her head. “We hardly scratched the surface. Seicho told you about the volcano and you just started talking to me. As though nothing has happened. You just forgave me.”

TyLee furrows her brows. “Of course I’ve forgiven you, you’ve…” she realizes that Azula hasn’t apologized at all. “Why would you think that I shouldn’t forgive you?” She asks anyway.

“Because I…” she swallows and finishes in an almost inaudible mumble, “don’t deserve it. You give chances out too liberally.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I shouldn’t forgive you.”

She nods, “not so soon anyhow…” She says it but her eyes offer a different plea.

“It’s been months, Azula.”

“I’ve treated you poorly for a lot longer than that…”

“I think that we’re moving on from that now.” She smiles. Her smile doesn’t reach Azula.

“But I…”

“You don’t have to prove everything to everyone.” She insists. “I think that you want me to be mad at you, but I’m not. I was mad at you for a very long time, but I’m not angry anymore, I don’t want to be.” She doesn’t want to be an angry and spiteful person at all.

Azula takes another drink and sets her cup aside. She looks so terribly skeptikal. Caught somewhere between relief and distress. She reaches across the table and takes her hands.

.oOo.

Azula stares at the hands holding hers. Those gentle, loving hands. She is glad that the woman has found someone who treats her well. Is glad and resents it all the same. With a soft touch, she returns the gesture. “I don’t want you to forgive me because you feel like you have to.”

“I don’t feel like I have to, Azula. I want to because I’m not an angry person and I don’t want to be.”

She nods again. She thinks that this might be the most reassuring thing that has happened to her in a good long while. “Alright.”

“Can we enjoy our eggs now?”

“You can. I don’t like eggs.” Azula stares at her plate with a look of hatred.

TyLee laughs, “then why did you get them?”

Truth be told, she hadn’t really been focusing on breakfast. She simply shrugs. “They don’t even look appetizing.”

“Your speech therapy seems to be helping a lot.” TyLee notes. “You sound much more like yourself.”

Talking is, indeed, growing easier now. Her voice has some strength to it. For the first time that morning, Azula smiles. She supposes that she is talking with more clarity and diction although she would like to gain a better vocal range. “I can talk longer now as well.”

TyLee offers another joyful smile. “Your voice is really pretty.”

And somehow she feels as though that is her permission to begin using it more liberally. As freely as she ought to have been all along.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #TyLee #TyZula #Azula/Cupholder girl #Fanfiction

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talesmaniac89 · 4 years

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Easter Eggs

Pairing: Dad!Crowley & Daughter!Reader

Summary: Crowley celebrates Easter with the five-year-old princess of hell.

Triggers: None, just father/daughter fluff

Y/N = Your name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour | Y/H/C = Your hair colour

A/N: Suddenly Easter was here, and I decided to dig up an old duo that I liked writing little fluffy oneshots for! You can find all the stories with this father/daughter duo here. All these fluffy stories can be read separately from each other or together. Just fluff, no strict story-line, though I would recommend starting with Fatherhood, which has the most extensive backstory for the pair.

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Considering his role as King of Hell, most holidays didn’t really sit right with the crossroads demon turned ruler of hell. After all, any holiday celebrating a god, be it Pagan, Christian or otherwise, wasn’t really his cup of tea. But, over the last five years Crowley had come to appreciate the joys that came along with the holidays.

Ever since his favourite hellhound, Juliet, has brought the small hiccupping bundle of joy into his life five years ago, the King of Hell’s life had been turned upside down. Including how he spent the holidays.

When Juliet had showed up on his doorstep, filled with protective maternal instinct and carefully carrying the small human baby after collecting her foolish mother’s soul, Crowley had never expected that that same little girl would become his whole world. But that was exactly what his little princess was as Crowley had decided to raise her as his own.

The king would do anything for the little girl who was in fact the true ruler of hell since the little five-year-old girl had him wrapped around her little finger. Including creating a full Easter celebration in Crowley’s brightly furnished private slice of hell. From crafts, to the bunny ears resting on her (Y/H/C) hair acting like the princess’ crown for the day.

Which was why the man that was feared by demons and humans alike was currently sitting in front of a table filled with Easter crafts as her latest Disney movie obsession played on replay in the background.

Before hell’s littlest princess had come into his life, Crowley’s hands had always done more harm than good. He’d never needed to control his strengths as he found pleasure in crushing his enemies between clenched fingers. Yet, now his hands were achingly careful as they held the empty eggshell between two fingers and carefully painted the white surface her favourite colour. His eyes only glancing up from the careful work to look over at where his little chipmunk was painting her own, much less breakable plastic egg.

A tiny pink tongue sticking out between pursed lips as (Y/E/C) bright eyes carefully added colours on the already brightly painted surface. Though, Crowley thought as he looked fondly over at his little darling girl with a warm smile, more colours were ending up on her tiny hands and the oversized shirt Crowley had put her in. His tailor would be heartbroken if he saw how the beautifully crafted white shirt had ended up as a five-year-old’s art smock.

Easter had become a yearly tradition in Crowley’s private part of hell quite quickly after his family grew to include the adorable little girl. After an Easter Disney special when she was just three years old. Which had seen the little devil putting her puppy dog eyes to good use as she begged her daddy for an Easter egg hunt of her own.

“That’s a pretty egg pet,” Crowley beamed, the pride he felt as his little girl’s father easily rivalling (and frankly beating by a mile) his pride for his role as ruler of all things wicked. His soft words breaking the little girl’s concentration as she gave him her best smile. The warm bright smile was one that was only reserved for the princess’ daddy.

“Is Eas’er!” The little girl giggled, holding up the egg with paint splattered tiny fingers as she beamed with pride of her own at her little handiwork. As if the holiday itself was depicted on the formerly white egg’s surface amid rainbow splashes of colour.

“Yes it is! And… Daddy heard that the Easter bunny was by earlier, when you had your princess nap,” Crowley stage whispered conspiratorially. As if the overgrown bunny’s apparent appearance in the small two-person family’s slice of hell was some well-guarded secret. The laugh lines he’d developed after five years with his darling girl became even more prominent as he smiled. Finally moving along their Easter celebration to what he knew was his darling girl’s favourite part; the candy.

“Eas’er bunny?” The excited squeal was half question, half jittery energy as she carefully put down her paintbrush. Bright (Y/E/C) eyes alight with wonder at the mention of the mythological fluffy bunny in a way that had Crowley certain she was picturing one of her own many teddy bears cast in the role within her own active imagination.

“Yes chipmunk. Do you think he left anything behind?” Crowley chuckled as he carefully put the final egg down with gentle fingers. Leaving it to dry as he grabbed the wet wipes next to him to clean the paint off his fingers as well as the little devil’s paint coloured… Well, everything really. Including the little streaks of paint that have inexplicably painted both her cheek and soft tendrils of her messy (Y/H/C) pigtails.

His little girl, hidden from the evils of his job and from his enemies in his private slice of hell, would only ever see his big hands painted in bright colours. She would never see his knuckles scraped up from punishing some disobedient subject, nor coloured an angry red. Her world was one built on innocence, light and pastel rainbows.

That was something Crowley had resolved long ago, when he took on the best job in the world; his role as her father. Which was why only a few of his closest confidantes even knew of the little princess hidden safely in the bright and warm corner of his kingdom. In the only place he could call home, simply because she was there.

“Choco eggs!” His little girl squealed, scrunching up her nose as Crowley gently removed the water colours painting a rainbow on her apple-round cheeks.

“Really? You think so?” Crowley gasped in pretend surprise. Making a show out of looking around and under the table for any eggs as his little girl giggled and shifted impatiently in her seat. The sound of her laughter was sweeter than any chocolate treats to the demon as he easily lifted her up into his arms spinning around in a lazy circle to tease more sweet laughter from his little devil’s lips.

“Yes! Daddy, les go ‘untin with ‘Ette!” Of course, there was no way the hellhound turned lapdog could be left out of the Easter celebration. After finding and rescuing hell’s little princess five years ago, the formerly proud hound had taken on the role as (Y/N)’s nanny and guardian instead. Spending most days, unless she had to go out to collect souls, by the little girl’s side. Playacting as the dragon to the little girl’s knight or joining in on imaginative technicoloured tea parties.

Not that Juliet seemed to mind her new role. If how she was sitting patiently next to Crowley, waiting for the Easter Egg Hunt to start, was anything to go by. A matching pair of bunny ears balanced precariously on her head and as always making the King of Hell curious if his little daughter, though human, truly could see the hound. Since she would just point in Juliet’s direction whenever asked about it. Not willing to give up the secret to her childlike magic.

“As my little bunny commands,” Crowley beamed, swinging his little girl around until she was holding onto him with little legs wrapped around his side like a tiny monkey. The bunny ears on her head nearly falling off as she let her head fall back in happy laughter. (Y/H/C) pigtails shaking as her impatient little head swung back and forth already looking for eggs on their way to collect her basket.

“Daddy! Dun fo’get the bunny ears!” She added with a small giggle, a still slightly colourful finger pointing out Crowley’s own abandoned bunny ears on the table as he walked them towards her room to find a basket for the eggs.

“Of course pet, thank you for reminding Daddy,” He hummed as he placed a small kiss on her cheek, followed by some surprise raspberries against her still paint covered neck to tease more happy laughter out of the girl.

“Welcome!” She beamed, her little colourful fingers going around his neck and hugging him close as hard as she could. Which was in fairness not all that hard, though she really did put her whole tiny little body and heart into it. Before placing a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek, copying her daddy.

Swiping up the ears along the way, Crowley let fingers tickle more laughs out of his little heavenly slice of joy as he placed the ears on top of his own head. Letting them replace his crown for the day as he temporarily stepped down from the throne to just be Crowley, father to the beautiful child in his arms.

Vowing, of course, to make sure no one except his little girl knew this side of the King of Hell. As he was sure a certain Squirrel and Moose combo would find a ton of very creative ways to make use of that little piece of information if he gave them a chance. Including an extensive range of rabbit themed nicknames if he knew them well enough. And Crowley was certain he knew a lot more about the Winchester duo than what he normally let on.

No, this Crowley didn’t belong to the world. With his Easter bunny ears on top of his head, a matching pair with his little darling’s own Easter themed crown, he was not a demon nor the King of Hell. He wasn’t the man loathed by most in the world. Nor the demon who disliked the holidays. Instead, as he hugged his world close to him, he was just Crowley. The luckiest father in the entire world

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“Where do you think the bunny hid your chocolate eggs then?” Crowley said, placing a quick kiss on the crown of (Y/H/C) hair as he swiped up the little pink plastic basket and let his bouncy little girl’s tiny feet hit the ground again, ready for the hunt.

“All o’er!” She beamed hands outstretched to include her whole little hidden world in the gesture. Eyes bright with promises of colourful eggs and sweet rewards as she rushed Juliet along. The cheeky little girl used the hellhound to her advantage as she made the usual apex predator into a bloodhound, sending her to search one corner of her bedroom before the princess ran in the opposite direction. Hunting for sweet treasures in the spoiled and beloved little girl’s toy chest.

Maybe it was just the pride of a father. But Crowley was sure his little girl was the brightest five-year-old around. Seeing as how she knew exactly how to use the hellhound's superior sense of smell to her advantage.

A wonderfully warm squeal filling the air as she lifted the first of many more chocolate eggs up to show her dad. As proud as only a five-year-old could be by her skills as a treasure hunter. A small furrow in her brow replacing the happy smile as she considered her choices; to eat the spoils of her treasure hunt straight away or place them in the basket. Clearly deciding that she’d rather enjoy the sweets later, on the couch with a Disney movie as she rushed over to drop the egg into the pink basket in Crowley’s hand.

Watching as his little bunny bounced back over to keep looking for eggs, Crowley smiled down at the singular egg in the basket. Knowing it would soon be filled to the brim with all her hard-won Easter treats.

On calm Easter afternoons like this one, it was much easier for the demon to find joy in the holidays he once despised. Since they gave him the sweetest treat he knew of. One that rivalled the many Easter eggs he’d carefully spent the evening before hiding for her to find.

The smile of his little girl.

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All Story Tags: @deanwanddamons @winchest09 @hobby27 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce

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asrasotherbottom · 5 years

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Could I request a fat MC (with Asra + whoever else you feel inspired to write) who used to be thin and is learning to love themselves as they are and not trying to go back to how they used to look? I've gained weight recently and I have to remind myself when I look at old pictures of my skinny self that I was miserable back then.

yeah! this feels…important. so im gonna do all 6 (Muriel,Portia,Lucio are under the readmore because this got long)

(and im real proud of you for like working to be happy w/ yourself now and not go back to how it was when you were miserable)

Also, blanketly, I think all of the LI’s in this situation would remind MC that neither the love they have for MC nor MC’s worth is tied to their weight. Asra

Asra “wants nothing more than MC’s happiness, unconditionally” Alnazar

Cue holding them around the waist while they’re both naked and looking in the mirror while he kisses their neck

And he’ll just stay like that, being gentle and holding them for as long as they need.

He will always comment on how much happier they look, to keep the focus on reminding them how they’re feeling.

If he ever sees them sitting around feeling bad about their body he’ll go sit next to them and give them gentle kisses.

He’s very restrained when touching parts of their body he knows that they’re self conscious of at first, but if they give him the go ahead he will love on their squishy parts for hours.

He’ll lay in bed with them and just run his hands over their body while whispering soft reassurances to them.

Asra will make sure to cook regularly and eat with MC to make sure they’re getting regular meals.

Personally I think Asra is great at fucking fat!MC and isn’t afraid of grabbing or kissing or biting any part of MC’s body they’d like and would make them feel Very Good about their body, even naked.

Nadia

She’s honestly beaming with pride at how far they’ve come in terms of the fact that they used to be miserable and now are happier.

She wants to have a long conversation every now and then about MC’s body feelings and she reassures them that they look lovely

Nadia will get their clothes altered without them having to even ask, so that they never have to deal with the body feelings of their clothes being suddenly too tight.

Holding them in her lap while they’re bathing together, whispering kind words into their ear while her arms are wrapped around their waist.

She always asks before touching any soft part of MC’s body, but if they allow her she is so loving and gentle.

Both of them could spend all day in bed while she spoons them.

She’ll point out all the lovely things about their body regularly, including things tied to their weight gain (like how soft their stomach is or how cute their thighs are etc etc) to help MC feel better about them.

Julian

Ive said it once, i’ll say it again, my otp is julian x fat!Mc

Open adoration at the way their body has changed and the fact that he’s always loved their body and will continue to always love their body.

He’ll spoon MC for hours and hours, whispering reassurances into their ear about the way that they look.

Julian’s no stranger to insecurities, but he’s never understood how someone as incredible as MC has them, he does his best to try and to verbally affirm them whenever possible.

He’ll put MC on his lap and remind them that he’s not even a little breakable, and whisper tell them about all the things he loves about their body (and all the parts he’d be happy to put his mouth on)

He’s just so proud of MC being happier now than they used to be and he is absolutely loving how soft they are now..

Julian starts to fall asleep curled up with his head on MC’s soft tummy and that helps them feel a little better about it.

Muriel/Lucio/Portia under the cut

Muriel

Muriel would really wait for their initiative as to how they want him to interact with their body.

He WANTs to hold them and tell them that he thinks theyre stunning and that it makes his heart swell with love that they’re happier now and that he loves their body and them with his whole heart.

But he also doesn’t want to bring it up and risk making MC uncomfortable by mentioning when they would rather he didn’t.

If they do ask him to hold them and reassure them then the floodgates absolutely open and he holds them in his lap and tells them every little thing about them that he loves and how happy he is that theyre happier now.

He’s always down to put his hand on their stomach or thighs when they’re cuddling and he casually remarks how comfortable they are to nap on.

Definitely makes sure that they keep eating regularly, he’ll cook eggs for them every day if he has to.

Frequent comments about how he likes soft things and hugging them.

Portia

Portia always says whats on her mind to MC and it happens that whats on her mind is that MC is a cutie.

She’s always cooking and making sure MC is eating regularly, even if they’re feeling weird about their body.

She’ll squish her tummy up against MC’s and say that they can be friends!

She’s just so ecstatic to see like the changes in MC’s mood and how they’re not as miserable anymore.

She’s full of kisses for all of MC’s squishy bits if they let her, because she just loves MC so much.

Portia will absolutely use MC as a pillow at every opportunity and whisper to them how comfy they are and how good they look and how happy she is that she gets to be close to their body.

Lucio

Lucio is so supportive if MC gained weight honestly.

A new wardrobe ? They don’t even have to ask.

Open adoration and body worship on the regular? He did it before and he continues to do it now, adjusting what he says to the way their body has changed but his absolute sincerity has stayed the same.

He WILL take advantage of their soft tummy and put his face directly on it so MC can play with his hair.

If MC ever dares bring up the concept of “what if they looked better before” he shuts that Down before they finish getting the words out.

He wouldn’t be with them if he didnt think they were the most attractive person he’s ever seen, and that includes since they’ve gained weight.

Shows them off in public even more so that everyone can see how good they look but also how happy they are.

#Anonymous #asra #nadia #julian #lucio #portia #muriel #body image //#mine #main 6 #the arcana #long post #fat!mc #fat mc

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promptsforpoemproseandplay · 4 years

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Strawberry Lemon Cake

Thanks to my instagram followers’ requests, here I’m putting my Strawberry Lemon Cake recipe, adapted from that of Tasty’s. Enjoy!

Ingredients

Cooking spray

4 large eggs (room temperature)

1 3/7 cup granulated sugar (between 1/3 and 1 1/2)

9/10 cup olive oil (just under 1 cup)

1 cup whole milk

1 tsp vanilla extract

1/2 cup lemon juice

1 tbsp lemon zest

1 cup? strawberry purée (7~ small/medium strawberries)

1 tbsp powdered sugar

2 1/4 cup flour

1 overfilled tsp baking powder (not too much though!)

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp kosher salt

5 or so tsp butter (estimate, seeing as I just winged it)

1 cup? i don’t know strawberry purée (13~ small/medium strawberries)

Wing the powdered sugar

Instructions

Preheat oven to 360° F, & grease 3 8-inch (20 cm) circular pans with cooking spray, and sprinkle on flour. Line the bottom with parchment paper if you want.

In your largest bowl, mix the eggs & the sugar until it looks a pale yellow, this shade:

(wheat coloured)

-and has doubled/tripled in volume. Nice and creamy-looking.

Continue blending, and “fold” in the olive oil. After fully incorporated, add the vanilla extract, lemon zest, lemon juice, & milk, until it looks smooth. It’s going to look very liquid-y, prepare yourself.

Mix in the purée with the powdered sugar, and then add to your batter. It will continue to resemble a disfigured blob, however, ensure that it is a smooth looking blob.

Sift in the flour, and switch to a rubber spatula/wooden spoon. It’s going to look like batter now! Make sure the whole mixture is smooth, and then add in the baking powder, soda, & kosher salt. Don’t overmix!

As soon as it’s ready, divide & chuck the batter evenly into the baking pans (don’t- don’t actually chuck them, rather, gently fold in).

Bake for 40-ish minutes, until golden-brown and fork being removed clean-pronged from centre. For the rest of you nitpicks, the internal temperature will be 185°F~.

When removed, let it cool on a rack or whatever for 10 minutes. It’ll be pretty breakable right now, so be GENTLE.

To make the “frosting”: make sure the butter is softened and the purée is room temperature, and then hand-mixer them together. It doesn’t quite matter wether or not it actually turns into frosting in the end, because as long as the butter pieces are strawberry-seed-sized or smaller, you’ve accomplished your goal.

Chuck in some powdered sugar, however much you think is best (I draw the line at 1 cup, but then again, I’m not very good at making buttercream anyway, if this in any way resembles that). In the end you’ll end up with a questionable sauce that will taste reasonable.

Put a good amount of the strawberry sauce between the cakes, and the rest of it just on top/around. If you find you have too little, that is your own problem, make more.

Chill the cake in the fridge until it’s cold, or 1 hour, and then enjoy in whatever manner in which you serve yourself delicacies — be it with tea, coffee, or on top of a Douglas Fir tree with camo gear on. I don’t care.

This post, as we can see, escalated quickly from its original Cottage Core Cute Recipe vibe to a Reverse Mommy Food Blog, Die Alone sort of vibe. I am not opposed to it.

Tell me what you think! Leave suggestions! Tell me if I should make more of these or to shut up! My DM’s are open and starving. Thank you.

~Nyx

#cake #recipe #food #cake recipe #strawberry #Lemon #strawberry lemon cake #lemon cake #strawberry cake #frosting #questionable sauce #puree #how to make puree!#fruit sauce is called puree #because the people are #cowards #tasty

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Bluebells

Title: Bluebells Ship: Alexys/Negan [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 2063 Summary: Negan gets out of a meeting early and decides to help Alexys out with some gardening. The two share a comfortable talk and a sweet kiss as a result.

A/N: Commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! Her ship with Negan is very cute I’m a sucker for big, tough, asshole guy and his sweet, shorter girlfriend he’d do anything for ;u;

The sun beat down upon the camp in waves, each one seemingly more intense than the last as it warmed the faces of those under it. Alexys could barely find any comfort in the heat, even under the large brimmed hat she wore at Negan’s request (‘you could get sunburnt’ he had pointed out before offering it to her) it penetrated the dark strands of her hair. The darkness of it made her scalp heat up faster than any other point of her body. She had even forgone her favorite hoodie for the day in favor of a simple tank top and scuffed up jeans, knowing the work she had done was something dirty and she was not ready to get that hoodie dirty with anything else. Not when it already had mud and the slight stains of dried zombie blood splattered faintly across its front.

She felt lucky that she didn’t have to quite deal with it anymore. Not since meeting Negan.

Her bare hands dug into the dirt before her as she began the long and arduous day job of keeping up the gardens. While the nearby open field was what kept the Saviors’ true stock of crops growing and maintained, the garden was for smaller things. Things they could afford to keep close to their hearts: flowers that required little maintenance or vegetables not completely capable of being mass produced but well enough to be offered as small treats here and there. It was a personal hobby of hers at this point, she supposed, to keep it up and maintain it a few times a week. The apocalypse had given her different hobbies from the ones of her previous life. Activity now took the place of inactivity, as was necessary in a world where dangers grew the less you moved. She made it a point to keep her mind and hands busy at the very least, a habit Negan had grown fond of within her. Something he told her often that he loved about her.

A shadow threw itself across her view as a form blocked the sun above her. Alexys paused mid-process of digging out a couple of unwanted weeds and dead branches from the mulch of the garden floor in favor of looking up at the person daring to interrupt her. Her sour look of annoyance was morphed quickly into one of delight at the sight of her boyfriend hovering over her, his arms crossed as he observed her on the ground.

“Negan!” Her voice chimed in such a way that the excitement in it made his heart flutter with delight, the twitch of a smile daring to spread itself across his mouth as she wiped her hands off on her jeans and reached around to give him a hug. He returned it as she sighed in his arms, the strength of their grip providing unconditional security along with the gentle kiss placed on the corner of her mouth from him. For all of his strength and terrifying personage, he had always been so careful with her. As if she was nothing but a breakable object. As if any movement he made would shatter her into a million pieces. Though Alexys had insisted that she was more sturdy than he had believed her to be, there was a part of her that dared to admit that she liked being fawned over in such a manner. To be cared for so genuinely by someone believed by outsiders to have no feelings was something of a boost to her pride.

“I thought you had some meetings with the farmhands today?” Alexys inquired as she pulled herself away from him.

“It was cut short,” Was all the explanation he offered as he let her go back to the work she had been doing before, “Besides, are you telling me you weren’t happy that I came back early? I’m almost offended.”

The deadpan sarcasm made Alexys giggle as Negan leaned at her side, crouching down to join her at the level of work and tilting his head at all of the flowers she was carefully spreading and tending to bit by bit. For a moment, the words faded between them. They were left in a comforting silence that chilled the hot air pleasantly, creating an even temperature two bodies could stand for side by side. Alexys expected no help in her tasks. They were, after all, her own. Besides, they were something she enjoyed doing, and felt no disappointment in not receiving any assistance. The more work to do on the plants, the more time she was able to spend with them and help her mind clear itself of negative thoughts that tried so hard to bite and claw their way up to the surface.

Thus, the surprise she felt when she heard Negan grunt to roll up his sleeves, slipping onto his knees to dig his hands into the dirt with her, was nothing short of revolutionary.

“N-Negan?” Her voice was hesitant as she watched him, her own fingers dug halfway into the dirt while he worked through the patch of flowers next to her in removing the weeds and clearly damaged particles around them, “What are you…?”

“Helping, of course,” Negan’s voice was clear and confident in its motives, “We haven’t spent enough time together. Two of us will get it done faster than one, after all. We should use it to our advantage.”

Alexys bit back the smile on her face as he added, almost as an embarrassed addendum, “Plus, being with you out here...it’s nice.”

“Just nice?”

Negan smiled, but didn’t respond to the gentle egg-on. Nor did she expect him to, really. Teasing Negan had limits. Hell, most would be terrified to even test the waters of such close relationship with him. The man was respected and feared by many, but, to Alexys, he was simply himself. She respected him just as much, certainly, but the closeness they shared doubled as cushioning for them as they bantered, respect garnering respect in a way that made her feel at ease. Alexys fell back into the comforting silence he brought with him, her mind wandering as they fixed the flower beds together.

Noise was minimal. On occasion one asked the other to hand over a tool from across the way. Hoes bit their voracious teeth into the earth, grinding up the dirt so that the soil was tilled once again. Weeds were yanked from their cozy homes between gorgeous lavender and bluebells. There was a satisfaction to ripping up the unwanted greenery away from the beautiful plants they had worked so hard as a community to cultivate. Alexys felt a sense of pride in it, especially for the blue bells. Their soft petals curling inwards and the substantial difference between each vine was something beautiful. Something so unique in a world that felt endlessly gray and dulled, lines the same one after another of death and predictable loss through the ages.

Negan watched Alexys as she gardened, admiring the way the sun hit the hat on her head, casting a shadow over her face. The straw-woven attire created patterns and grafts of light that sunk through it and allowed small rays to dance like diamonds off the base of her skin and hair. Some hit her eyes, making them sparkle a glorious shade of blue before she squinted them away with discomfort in favor of busying her hands with the dirt again. For a moment, he imagined them gardening in a home without the apocalypse. As a couple, slowly digging their way through their carefully cared for garden after waking up together in the morning. The sun would hang high over their shared home, the neighbors walking their dogs across the concrete and greeting them.

Reality, of course, was different. It was the now. The apocalypse was the fact, as was his place in it and hers as well.

At least, still, they were together.

Negan reached out to the flower bed, touching at one of the blue bells. The small bud felt like tissue paper in his hands, so easily crumbled and given to the wind until it was nothing important anymore. It was what happened to the world, he observed with amusement as he twirled the stemp between his forefinger and pinky. The lifeless landscape had held no hope for him. Not when his wife passed and not when things went to shit. Perhaps the world had been dulled long before that, the colors sucked away in a vacuum of humanity.

Then Alexys came along.

He saw the world in a whole new light. The blues looked brighter, like the flower in his hands. The sun felt warmer, like the day they were having now. Her smile was the brightest object on earth, her laughter warming his heart as she stuck by his side regardless of his choices and transgressions. The loyalty was warm...comforting, he dare say. He had not known this sort of love since long before the apocalypse, and the reminder of it at his side made him want to keep it there. To never let her go from the garden they had cultivated together, as a family.

Alexys startled as she felt Negan’s hand brush her ear, pulling back strands of her hair and pressing something cold and slightly rough behind it. She allowed him, trusting him in his placement of safe objects. He would not hurt her, he certainly hasn’t yet. It was this trust that they both fed off of, after all.

When he moved his hand, Alexys brought hers up. She touched what she realized then was the soft petals of a blue bell he had picked. A blush warmed her cheeks under her hat as she tried to avert her eyes, but the chuckle from Negan signaled that he had already seen her facial features contort into that of awed surprise.

“Wh-What is this for?” Alexys stumbled over her words slightly as she tried to busy her hands again by digging into the dirt. The cool earth did nothing for her warm cheeks, her heart beating rapidly. Despite being together with him for so long, every moment with Negan made her feel like a schoolgirl whose crush just asked her out for the first time. The stuttering and stumbling was embarrassing, but, he had always insisted it was cute. It was only emphasized now, as his eyes held hers with a fondness beyond recognition for the usually hardened and unsympathetic man’s gaze.

Negan had, as well, always been a man of action. He leaned forward shortly after the question rolled from her lips, capturing them in his own careful kiss. The two shared their momentary embrace, the world around them fading until it was only them left, their lips sending sparks in the back of Alexys’ mind as she allowed it to drag on, to continue, to be relished.

When he pulled away, there was a faint breath on his lips as he did so, a sigh of contentment that warmed in his chest while he was filled with the uncanny feeling of comfort. His free hand reached out to touch her cheek. Alexys leaned into his hand, rough and so, so comforting as it caressed her jawline and gave off a feeling of steady security.

“Because it suits you,” Negan’s voice was gentle in speech, “Matches those pretty eyes of yours.”

The words were unexpected, but, genuine in their delivery. Each emphasized with a care only she was capable of bringing out in him. There was a rush to doing so, a secret joy that warmed her heart and filled her stomach with butterflies that escaped in the form of a giggle, hand covering her mouth so that it might not escape too loud.

The giggle only made him laugh, though. A soft and breathy thing that was as rare as a blood moon. She cherished the noise, committing it to memory before leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his nose. “I love you,” Her words spoke true and honest in their whisper and it was Negan’s turn to blush, the color faint on his cheeks as he turned back to the plants before them both. Alexys did as well and, soon, it was another moment of silence before she heard his rebuttal:

“I love you, too.”

#self insert #self shipping #self ship #writing commission #kinley writes #twd negan #twd self insert

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The Luminous Library part 3

The phrase "sleep like a baby" generally means that one goes to sleep very easily. This is odd as babies are known for waking up throughout the night, crying and screaming and begging for their mothers and fathers. In Sunny's case, sleeping like a baby meant getting no sleep, for, though she was young, there is no age requirement for being terrified of a terrible villain such as Count Olaf.

By the time the sun had risen, Violet awoke to the smell of eggs and toast and the feeling of unrest. Violet had had a nightmare where she was Cinderella and Count Olaf was her wicked stepfather. As you might know, the tale of Cinderella involves walking on easily breakable glass which, in and of itself is a nightmare, without even involving Count Olaf.

Klaus, meanwhile, had been woken up at the crack of dawn with light shining in from the sunroof and a firefly on his face. He tried to read a book, but his brain kept shifting to thoughts of the Quagmires and where they could be, and their horrendous captors, Count Olaf and Esmé Squalor. So after Elmira started cooking breakfast and Violet emerged from the room to the left of the library carrying a very tired Sunny, Klaus had many fears to worriedly jabber about, hoping his sisters could help him sort through his jumbled thoughts and rational worries.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, dears," Elmira yelled through the open kitchen door.

Klaus approached Violet, trying to explain how he was scared of Olaf tracking them down and about all the oddly specific frightsome things that could be happening to the Quagmires. Violet guided him to one of the old, comfortable armchairs and tried to soothe his nerves with rational arguments.

"Count Olaf won't come here," she assured. "Mr. Poe's fancy new car could barely make it through the marsh. Imagine Count Olaf's car trying to make it. His tires are worn bald and his engine stalls every mile."

"I guess it IS a bit ridiculous," Klaus laughed. "And he couldn't harm the Quagmires if he wanted their fortune." Sunny gave him a gentle bite to tell him that everything would be ok, and then she fell asleep.

I am warning you, dear readers, that this may sound like a happy moment. You can close this book and throw it into the ocean and believe that Mr. Poe found the Quagmires, our terrible villains were given appropriate punishment, and our three young heroes will spend their days with their Auntie Elle, reading and biting and building. For, unfortunately, Klaus and Sunny's completely rational fears were quelled as easily as one could change a tire or fix an engine on an old car.

#asoue #asoue netflix #a series of unfortunate events #asoue fanfic #the luminous library #idk i cant write

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nic-and-annie-in-france · 5 years

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Belated Christmas Thoughts: Munich

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When Annie and I arrived in France, we adjusted to the cultural idiosyncrasies of France. Or at least we tried to. We’re still drinking large cupfuls of coffee every morning, but we’re used to bringing our own bags to the grocery and buying baguettes regularly. Traveling to Germany brought its own adjustments. While the portion sizes were bigger (more American!), water was not free. People were friendly, but they said hello a lot less often. It almost felt antisocial not being showered in bonjours everywhere we went.

We arrived at our hostel in Munich after 45 stressful minutes trying to figure out which bus/metro to take in this unfamiliar German public transit system. We went to check in and found out the night attendant didn’t speak English. Through hand signals and gestures we learned we have to pay in cash, which we did not have on us. We deciphered from the attendant that there was an ATM a few blocks away. We set out to find it. We passed over the ATM several times because it sat in front of a parking garage and looked like a ticket dispenser. After a bit more wandering on the streets of Munich at night, we had our cash and were checked in to the hostel.

Breakfast

We knew the hostel had a breakfast, but we didn’t know what to expect. At the very least I knew it would be nice to wake up knowing we could eat without needing to navigate to a cafe. It turned out that the breakfast buffet was one of the highlights of our trip! The dinning room had two hot beverage dispensers: one for coffee/hot chocolate/water and one specifically for specialty coffee beverages. This alone would have made it great. But there were hard boiled eggs, fresh fruits, bowls of yogurt, jams (which came in mini-sugar cones), and several types of bread. Typical of a German breakfast, there were cold cuts, slices of cheese, and even cucumbers and tomatoes. They had milk, orange juice, a red fruit juice, and a bright green, slightly minty flower-flavored beverage called Waldmeister. Annie and I woke to this every morning. And we feasted.

The Feast!

Christmas Markets

Christmas markets are a big deal in Europe, particularly in Germany. City squares, wide streets, and parks are transformed into little Christmas villages. Vendors are set up in cozy, wooden stalls and usually have festive decorations. Christmas trees, ornaments, and lights adorn the pathways. People meander along, taking in the lights, trinkets, and smells, and the crowd is full of people doing the same thing and enjoying the whimsy of the Christmas market.

One night, Annie and I found a vendor set up in a round booth that looked like a merry-go-round, and they served grilled meat! It sounded like a good dinner to us, so we ordered a bratwurst and an adventwurst. We had no idea what the adventwurst would be like, but ’twas the season, after all. We were delighted to find out it was a delicious, spicy bratwurst.

Christmas markets in different regions also have their own special drink. In France it’s vin chaud. In Germany it’s Glühwein. In Copenhagen it’s gløgg. They’re all essentially hot, spiced wine. It’s as ubiquitous as hot apple cider at an outdoor event in Kentucky in the fall.

Several vendors in Munich sold Glühwein, but everyone we saw drinking it had a special ceramic mug. In France, Annie and I drank our vin chaud in cheap plastic cups for half the cost of this Glühwein. While it would have been nice to get a special mug out of it (or at least I thought so; Annie said we already have too many), we didn’t know if we were up to the challenge getting home in one piece. Eventually we realized you leave a deposit and, if you turn the mug back in, you get your deposit back. So we had our Glühwein without the stress about taking a breakable dish home.

Christmas market in Munich!

Christmas market at night!

Glühwein

Museums, Churches, and Palaces

As Annie and I tend to do when we travel, we visited a lot of art and history museums. One art museum had a whole section devoted to Flemish art. I wasn’t familiar with this art style, but enjoyed getting to experience something different. These museums also displayed a lot of religious medieval art. Many of these works showed biblical scenes with characters wearing what would have been contemporary dress at the time the painting was made. It would have been easy to pass these by, thinking the time period was medieval rather than Biblical, but the people viewing when it was first painted would have recognized their current style. I tried to image these scenes redone in today’s fashion: Roman guards in military fatigues and Jesus wearing a cardigan and jeans.

Annie and I visited several big, beautiful churches and the Royal Apartments in Munich. When we started our visit to the Royal Apartments, we still had two hours until they closed. One of the workers asked us if we would rather come back earlier the next day, since there are over 100 rooms in the palace. Annie and I took our chances. We didn’t see every room, but we saw all we wanted to. There were a few interesting and unique rooms, such as a long hall of Roman busts and statues and an atrium with seashell encrusted wall fountains. Several of the other rooms run together in my memory. High-ceilinged rooms with silk wallpaper and aristocratic furniture aren’t always that different. We took our time and enjoyed ourselves, but two hours was plenty of time for us to take in the fancy decor.

Shell-encrusted fountains

A royal bedroom

A Little Bit of America

My family celebrated Christmas in Kentucky on December 23. All my brothers and their families arrived at my parents’ house and brought presents to play Dirty Santa. If you’ve seen the Christmas episode of The Office’s second season, it pretty much sums up my feelings toward the game. That is to say, while Annie and I missed being with family on Christmas, we didn’t mind not being included in the game. My parent’s FaceTimed us so we could watch the rest of the family play. Despite not being there in person, Annie and I were happy we were able to see my family on our computer screen. My normally gentle and soft spoken father held the camera and gave us a spirited commentary of who was opening what and the drama that ensued. His play-by-play helped us feel at home even thought we were in Germany.

The next morning, the morning of Christmas Eve, Annie and I said goodbye to Munich by eating at a small American-style pancake restaurant. We both love pancakes, but they aren’t a breakfast staple in Europe like they are in America. At a time when it felt like everyone was “home for Christmas” except us, the pancakes brought a little bit of home to us in Germany. As one of my favorite Christmas traditions, my father makes a big spread of delicious breakfast food—eggs and cheese, biscuits, bacon, hash browns with onions and peppers, cinnamon rolls, muffins, and lots of coffee. Though the pancakes weren’t the smorgasbord my father usually puts out, they were our comfort food while we were away from our family during the holiday. And they even came with little American flags.

Red, White, and Blue(berry pancakes)

#nicolas #nic #travel

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GUNWANT S DHALIWAL Hair Loss Does Not Have To Affect You

GUNWANT S DHALIWAL Professional tips provider. Many people suffer from hair loss caused by emotional or physical stress. This type of hair loss is the body's response to physical causes such as illness, high fever, surgery or childbirth. Severe emotional upsets can also trigger this temporary condition. The following tips can help you recover more quickly and put an end to your abnormal hair loss.

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Try to avoid the sun as much as possible if you want to prevent hair loss. Too much exposure to the sun causes hair to dry out, which in turn, makes it fall out. If you are going to be in the sun for a long period of time, wear a loose fitting hat.

One of the best ways to prevent hair loss is to prevent your hair from tangling, so it's best that you use a very soft pillow when you're sleeping. Make sure you purchase a pillow case that's smooth. Think satin or silk here. Also, never go to sleep with wet hair. This will cause massive tangling.

No matter how you lost your hair or what type of product you're using to boost its re-growth, you need to remain positive here and make sure that you follow all manufacturers' recommendations to the letter. Don't put your eggs all in one basket, but don't lose your faith either.

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One simple hair loss remedy that is often overlooked is a scalp massage. When taking a shower or bathing, it is just a simple matter of massaging your scalp for a few minutes to stimulate circulation. This stimulates the hair follicles and helps wash away dirt and deposits that have accumulated throughout the day.

Use baby shampoo to wash your hair. This is gentle on your hair and doesn't have many chemicals that can cause harm to your hair. You should make sure you don't shampoo your hair more than once a day. You also should be gentle with your hair when you wash it.

Use satin or silk pillowcases. Many people believe by using this material to sleep on can prevent hair loss. Using cotton or flannel pillowcases can cause your hair to pull. A satin or silk pillowcase will let your hair slide around and won't pull on your hair, causing hair loss.

Keep the salt intake at a minimum and increase the vitamin C in your diet. You should try to get organic fruits and vegetables so you avoid consuming pesticide residues that could contribute to hair loss. Eat a bell pepper to get more vitamin C than you would out of an orange.

Making a tincture of boiled rosemary and potatoes can stimulate the rate at which your hair grows. Apply the rosemary potato tincture to the hair and then rinse it out. For best results, apply this mixture nightly.

Losing hair can be a difficult experience emotionally, but remember the physical issues that must be addressed as well. Your hair protected your scalp from the elements. Wear a good sunscreen or hat if you plan to spend time in the sun.

GUNWANT S DHALIWAL Proficient tips provider. Hair loss itself can cause emotional upset, and it is important to do whatever you can to approach the situation with calm and optimism. The tips you have learned here can provide you with some peace of mind and a strategy to recover and restore the growth of your hair to its normal cycle.

#Dr. Gunwant S. Dhaliwal MD Primary Care Walk In Clinic

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Stunning Advice On Obtaining Your Your hair Healthier Now

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Residential Realty - How And Exactly why It Is Necessary To Keep Your Gutters Clear And Clear Of Particles

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Aside from the obvious purposes many people argue precisely why they should get those nasty gutter systems cleansed anyhow. They will only get more debris after another storm or a harsh winter season besides will not a lot of the particles fall off or get blown away? This is not really good solid reasoning when it concerns getting your rain gutters cleaned.

You have to keep your gutters tidied up because microorganism's can collect among the particles and enter your home prior to you discover it. Your family can get contaminated from some of the germs that the rain gutters have inside of them. Sometimes when there are dead vermin or rodents they might be bring an illness that could be damaging to you and to your household. This is one of the significant reasons that the gutter systems have to be tidied up and kept clean. Your household's health is extremely important and it is hard in some cases to develop that a simple thing as your gutters can cause illness. Rain gutters on homes work without much input or acceptance from house owners. In fact, you might state they are one of those things that go overlooked because they are doing their task correctly. However the crucial function they play to the life of a home ought to heighten a property owner's awareness, and stress the requirement for routine maintenance.

Springtime and Summer season

During the hotter months the wind and sun can cause damage to the stability of rain gutters. The wind might loosen them from their mounts, cause them to buckle, or blow things on and around them, developing blockages and breaks. The continuous blast of the sun's heat makes many materials breakable and weak; this will likewise impact gutter systems over extended amount of times.

Along with these aspects, there are airborne particles that choose surface areas throughout the hotter months. For gutters, if left unattended, these particles will produce a coat inside the rain gutters which will quickly turn to muck once damp.

Autumn and Winter season

This is certainly the duration when gutter systems are performing their task the best. However these months bring their own set of issues that can cause mayhem on the stability of gutters.

Storms, hail, wind, and even heavy downpours will bring stress and pressure on gutter systems and drains pipes, again impacting upon their integrity. If they have already been weakened from the hotter months, then this is commonly when an extreme failure may happen - not to mention at the time when you require them the most.

All these realities highlight the have to keep your rain gutters by frequently cleaning up them and checking them for faults, breaks and leaks. Doing so will help to combat the potential for further and more severe obstructions and breaks.

Reasons Why are Gutters Vital?

Most awful of all, houses without gutters run the risk of runoff coming down on the inside of the walls. This water will harm ceilings, walls, insulation and internal electrics and structure. Plainly, gutters are a security from problems that no homeowner desires.

Yes, when it comes to rain gutters, it is vital that the appropriate gutters are installed and that they are well maintained either on your own or an expert gutter cleaner.

The walls of your house will likewise experience absence of guttering: the run of water won't simply fall directly from the roof to the ground, but it will run down the side of walls. This develops a perfect place for mould and mildew to grow, undesirable and unhealthy additions to any wall.

Gutter systems are used to carry runoff water far from the roofs and walls of houses, and to easily deal with this water. While seemingly basic, gutter systems are extremely crucial to the long life of your home. Without rain gutters, water would just fall from the roofing and sit or soak into the ground around the house. While it may look awful having swimming pools of runoff water relaxing your house, more importantly if the water soaked into the ground where it lay, it would quickly weaken the very foundation of the house.

Essential To Keep Your Rain Gutters Well-maintained And Clear Of Particles

As the rain gutters end up being clogged due to leaves or little branches and the like, the water will be caught inside. As it fills with water it will become heavy and might fall off of your home. To put that into perspective, one gallon of water weighs just over 8 pounds.Think regarding to the number of gallons of water it would hold prior to falling off the structure.

If you end up being a property owner you have the obligation of doing home upkeep. We are going to talk about reasons why it is essential to keep your gutter systems well-maintained and particles free. Most property owners will forget, or just not consider this job. We will also discuss how to physically tidy up your gutter systems out. Please use safety measures when tackling this task.

Once in awhile you have to take a look at the screws that hold the gutter systems onto the home, make certain they are tight and protected. Doing this helps prevent it from coming lose and pulling out of the wall. This is a small thing you can do to ensure that your house is safe to walk around on. Inspect the other things around your house for safety sake.

As you can see, simply cleansing the gutter system you are preventing mosquitoes in addition to the wood from rotting. By doing this two times a year you will be preserving the rain gutters as they should be. Remember there are professionals who will come clean them for you at an excellent cost.

Towards the top of your house, there is a wooden board that runs the length of the home. The rain gutters are put and protected in the front of this wood board. This is bare wood with nothing protecting it. If it fills with water the board will get wet and you will have rotten wood. Standing water also attracts mosquitoes to lay eggs to hatch. You then have a serious mosquito issue.

To tidy the rain gutter you will require a bag, a glove, a little hand spade, and a strong ladder. Get a pal to hold the ladder. As soon as you are up the ladder, put the gloves on and scoop the debris or use the spade. Continue up until you get all the excludes. Examine the downspout, take it apart with a screw gun if you require to, then put it back together once again. Run clean water through it to make sure there is no obstruction, and you will be completed.

Do My Gutter systems Had To Be Cleaned up?

Lots of house owners may wonder how necessary it really is to cleanse their gutters. Debris will block your gutter systems and prevent water from passing. This supported water can trigger significant damage to your roofing above or your house below. Instead of being directed away from your house, water might start to overflow onto your yard, structure or into a window well, triggering flooding and problem.

If the gutters or downspouts are clogged, the gutters ice up quicker. Ice will begin developing on the roofing system a lot sooner, potentially triggering ice dams leading to expensive repair work.

Tidying up your rain gutters routinely will make each cleaning up a simple, simple task and avoid a lot more pricey and aggravating rain gutter problems.

In the winter season, icicles may form in these places and end up being a harmful hazard to individuals or items below. Likewise, if water is permitted to freeze and weigh down your rain gutters, with time the nails may work their way out of the fascia (the board in between the gutter systems and the house). The rain gutters might become loose or even fall under the weight of the ice.

When Do My Rain gutters Had To Be Cleared up?

Many individuals will decide that gutter system upkeep is important, but they might unknown when their gutter systems truly have to be tidied up. The common times that gutters need to be cleaned are throughout the fall period, when leaves fall from the trees, and in late spring or early summertime when seeds, blossoms, fruit, etc. may fall from the trees. Nevertheless, if you are seeing any indications of rain gutter problems, well-kept your gutters right away.

Safely Accessing Your Rain Gutters

An action ladder is much easier and much safer to utilize when cleaning gutters. Your gutters just can not support the weight of a person on a ladder. If your rain gutter fasteners are more than 2 feet apart, a ladder will put pressure on the material and dent the rain gutter. Be sure that your step ladder is on steady ground and don't step above the second rung from the top. Likewise, no matter the ladder you utilize, be aware of power lines and avoid them throughout the gutter maintaining procedure.

Before you begin the process of clearing out your gutter systems, keep in mind that, typically, gutters are not very strong and they will not endure your weight or aggressive clearing up tools. If rain gutters are treated as home pipelines, problems will occur. Rather, make certain to keep your weight off of the gutter systems, and be as gentle as possible throughout the clearing process.

Gutter Clearing Up Tools

Do not utilize sharp garden trowels or other tools when clearing out your gutters, as they can dent and otherwise damage your gutter.

Throughout the winter months, ice may be developed in certain areas because of particles or plugs. To safely remove this ice, lay heat tape inside your gutter and plug it in. As it warms, it will cut through the ice and make particles elimination easy. This heat tape can be found at your local hardware shop.

Bring a bucket up the ladder and place it on your roofing system or hang it from your ladder. This bucket will get rid of a mess on the ground listed below. Also, get a pair of waterproof gloves. You can also wear latex gloves under normal work gloves as an improvisation.

A safe, common rain gutter maintaining tool that many people will have on hand is a plastic gardening trowel. You can likewise cut a plastic milk jug at a 45 degree angle.

Clearing up Your Gutters

Utilize your preferred tool to clear up out your blocked gutters by hand. If there is caked in dirt or particles, soak it with some water initially to make elimination much easier on yourself and your gutter systems. However, it is generally simpler to eliminate loose debris when it is dry. After you have eliminated the particles, spray the gutter systems with a garden tube to eliminate leftover dirt or debris.

Cleaning up Your Downspout

If the water does not drain, your downspout is most likely blocked. Check the inlet, or top, of the downspout for a plug of debris, this is the most typical place for debris to collect. It is typically quite quickly eliminated by hand.

Blockages in the real downspout are uncommon, however if you suspect you may have one, rain gutters are really simple to take apart. Various areas of the downspout are held together by a few, quickly detachable screws. Utilize a 1/4" nut driver to back screw these to rapidly take the downspout apart. Spray out each piece of your downspout before putting it back together.

Inspect Your Gutter System Slope

It is next to difficult for you to all on your own climb up the roofing system, reach the gutter system and well-maintained it. There are dangers included and as you are not a professional, you might not have the ability to carry out the job in the best method possible. To assist individuals like you, a number of professionals think that their proficiency can assist people like you clear the roofing rain gutter in the very best possible method.

When you have ensured that the downspout is clear, put the garden tube at the opposite end of the gutter system from the downspout. Turn on the water once again and view to see how it drains. If it still does not drain pipes properly, examine the slope of your rain gutter. It must slope at 1/4" for each 10 feet. If you have an insufficient gutter slope, contact a gutter system service technician that can adjust your rain gutters for you. To do this yourself, loosen the fasteners from the fascia board, change the gutter system to the best slope and screw them back into place.

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You need to keep your gutter systems cleared up due to the fact that microbe's can accumulate among the debris and enter your house before you understand it. Your family can get infected from some of the viruses that the gutters have within them. In many cases when there are dead vermin or rodents they may be bring an illness that could be damaging to you and to your household. This is one of the major factors that the rain gutters have to be cleaned up and kept clean. Your household's health is essential and it is hard in some cases to develop that a basic thing as your rain gutters can cause illness. Rain gutters on houses work without much input or acknowledgement from house owners. You could state they are one of those things that go overlooked because they are doing their task correctly. The vital role they play to the life of a house ought to heighten a property owner's awareness, and highlight the requirement for routine upkeep.

Aside from the apparent justifications many people argue the key reasons why they need to get those gross gutters cleansed anyhow. They will just get more debris after another storm or a severe winter season besides won't a great deal of the debris fall off or get blown away? This is not great proper thinking when it concerns getting your rain gutters tidied.

Spring season and Summertime

Throughout the hotter months the wind and sun can cause damage to the stability of gutters. The wind may loosen them from their mounts, trigger them to buckle, or blow items on and around them, producing clogs and breaks. The constant barrage of the sun's heat makes numerous products breakable and weak; this will likewise affect gutter systems over extended periods of time.

Together with these aspects, there are air-borne particles that decide on surfaces throughout the hotter months. For gutters, if left untreated, these particles will develop a film inside the gutters which will quickly turn to sludge when wet.

Autumn and Winter season

Storms, hail, wind, as well as heavy downpours will bring pressure and pressure on rain gutters and drains, once again affecting upon their integrity. If they have already been weakened from the hotter months, then this is typically when a serious failure might occur - not to mention at the time when you require them the most.

All these realities stress the need to maintain your gutters by routinely cleaning up them and checking them for faults, breaks and leaks. Doing so will help to fight the potential for further and more serious obstructions and breaks.

This is certainly the period when gutters are performing their task the very best. These months bring their own set of problems that can trigger wreckage on the stability of rain gutters.

Precisely Why are Gutters Essential?

Worst of all, homes without gutters run the risk of runoff coming down on the inside of the walls. This water will damage ceilings, walls, insulation and internal electrics and structure. Plainly, gutter systems are a defense from problems that no house owner wants.

The walls of your house will also experience lack of gutter system: the run of water won't simply fall straight from the roofing to the ground, but it will diminish the side of walls. This produces an ideal place for mould and mildew to grow, unattractive and unhealthy additions to any wall.

Yes, when it concerns gutter systems, it is essential that the appropriate gutter systems are installed and that they are well maintained either by yourself or a professional gutter cleaner.

Gutters are utilized to bring runoff water away from the roofs and walls of homes, and to easily deal with this water. While relatively basic, gutters are extremely essential to the long life of your home. Without rain gutters, water would just fall from the roof and sit or soak into the ground around your house. While it may look horrible having swimming pools of runoff water relaxing your house, more notably if the water soaked into the ground where it lay, it would quickly undermine the very structure of your house.

Important To Keep Your Gutters Tidy And Clear Of Particles

If you end up being a house owner you have the obligation of doing house upkeep. We are going to go over why it is necessary to keep your gutters clean and debris complimentary. The majority of house owners will forget, or simply not consider this job. We will likewise discuss ways to physically clean your gutter systems out. Please utilize safety measures when tackling this job.

Every now and then you have to take a look at the screws that hold the gutters onto the home, ensure they are tight and secure. Doing this helps prevent it from coming lose and taking out of the wall. This is a small thing you can do to ensure that your house is safe to walk on. Check the other things around your house for safety sake.

To tidy the rain gutter you will require a bag, a glove, a small hand spade, and a tough ladder. Grab a good friend to hold the ladder. As soon as you are up the ladder, put the gloves on and scoop the debris or use the spade. Continue up until you get all the excludes. Examine the downspout, take it apart with a screw blaster if you require to, then put it back together once again. Run well-kept water through it to make sure there is no clog, and you will be completed.

Toward the top of your house, there is a wood board that runs the length of the house. The gutter systems are placed and protected in the front of this wood board. This is bare wood with absolutely nothing protecting it. If it fills with water the board will get wet and you will have rotten wood. Standing water likewise lures mosquitoes to lay eggs to hatch. You then have a severe mosquito issue.

As the gutter systems end up being clogged due to leaves or small branches and so forth, the water will be caught inside. As it fills with water it will become heavy and may fall off of your house. To put that into perspective, one gallon of water weighs just over 8 pounds.Think regarding the number of gallons of water it would hold prior to falling off the structure.

As you can see, simply cleaning up the rain gutter you are preventing mosquitoes as well as the wood from rotting. By doing this twice a year you will be maintaining the gutter systems as they need to be. Keep in mind there are specialists who will come tidy them for you at an excellent price.

Do My Gutter systems Need to Be Cleared up?

In the winter, icicles may form in these locations and become an unsafe risk to people or objects below. Also, if water is enabled to freeze and weigh down your gutters, in time the nails might work their escape of the fascia (the board in between the rain gutters and your home). The gutters may end up being loose or even fall under the weight of the ice.

Lots of house owners may wonder how essential it actually is to clear up their gutters. Debris will block your rain gutters and avoid water from passing. This supported water can trigger major damage to your roof above or your house below. Instead of being directed away from your home, water might begin to overflow onto your lawn, foundation or into a window well, causing flooding and wreckage.

Tidying your rain gutters regularly will make each clearing up a basic, easy job and prevent far more costly and frustrating gutter system problems.

If the gutter systems or downspouts are obstructed, the gutters ice up quicker. Ice will start building up on the roofing a lot quicker, potentially causing ice dams resulting in pricey repairs.

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When Do My Rain gutters Had To Be Cleansed?

Many people will say that rain gutter maintenance is important, however they may unknown when their rain gutters really need to be cleaned. The common times that rain gutters need to be cleaned are throughout the fall occasion, when leaves fall from the trees, and in late spring or early summer when seeds, blossoms, fruit, etc. may fall from the trees. However, if you are seeing any indications of gutter system issues, clean your gutters immediately.

Securely Accessing Your Gutter Systems

An action ladder is simpler and more secure to use when tidying rain gutters. Your gutter systems just can not support the weight of a person on a ladder. If your gutter fasteners are more than 2 feet apart, a ladder will put pressure on the product and dent the rain gutter. Make certain that your step ladder is on stable ground and do not step above the 2nd rung from the top. Regardless of the ladder you utilize, be conscious of power lines and avoid them throughout the rain gutter cleaning procedure.

Prior to you begin the process of cleansing out your rain gutters, remember that, normally, rain gutters are not really strong and they will not withstand your weight or aggressive maintaining tools. If gutter systems are dealt with as home pipes, issues will occur. Instead, make sure to keep your weight off of the rain gutters, and be as gentle as possible throughout the cleaning procedure.

Gutter Clearing Tools

During the cold weather, ice may be developed in certain spots because of particles or plugs. To securely eliminate this ice, lay heat tape inside your rain gutter and plug it in. As it warms, it will cut through the ice and make particles elimination easy. This heat tape can be discovered at your regional hardware shop.

Do not utilize sharp garden trowels or other tools when cleaning out your rain gutters, as they can dent and otherwise harm your gutter.

Bring a bucket up the ladder and place it on your roof or hang it from your ladder. This container will eliminate a mess on the ground below. Get a set of water resistant gloves. You can also wear latex gloves under normal work gloves as an improvisation.

A safe, common rain gutter cleaning tool that most people will have on hand is a plastic gardening trowel. You can likewise cut a plastic milk container at a 45 degree angle.

Cleaning up Your Gutter systems

Utilize your favored tool to clear out your blocked rain gutters by hand. If there is caked in dirt or particles, soak it with some water first to make elimination simpler on yourself and your rain gutters. However, it is normally much easier to remove loose particles when it is dry. After you have gotten rid of the debris, spray the gutter systems with a garden hose pipe to get rid of leftover dirt or particles.

Cleaning Your Downspout

If the water does not drain, your downspout is probably obstructed. Examine the inlet, or top, of the downspout for a plug of particles, this is the most common place for debris to collect. It is typically rather quickly gotten rid of by hand.

Blockages in the real downspout are uncommon, however if you think you may have one, gutters are truly easy to take apart. Different sections of the downspout are held together by a few, quickly removable screws. Utilize a 1/4" nut driver to back screw these to rapidly take the downspout apart. Spray out each piece of your downspout prior to putting it back together.

Inspect Your Gutter System Slope

It is next to impossible for you to all on your own climb up the roofing, reach the gutter and well-kept it. There are threats involved and as you are not a professional, you may not have the ability to carry out the task in the best method possible. To help individuals like you, several specialists believe that their know-how can assist individuals like you clear the roof gutter in the very best possible method.

Once you have made sure that the downspout is clear, put the garden tube at the opposite end of the gutter from the downspout. Turn on the water again and see to see how it drains. If it still does not drain properly, examine the slope of your gutter system. It must slope at 1/4" for each 10 feet. If you have an inadequate gutter system slope, call a rain gutter specialist that can adjust your gutters for you. To do this yourself, loosen the fasteners from the fascia board, change the rain gutter to the right slope and screw them back into place.

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