#a purple cow named ''baby''

[sam24]

Metal Arm Cupid

Summary: Bucky didn't know what to expect in the 21st century. But he definitely didn't expect cute girls to barge into meeting rooms and beat people up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Bucky made no attempt to stifle his yawn as he pretended to listen to the debrief (that was looking more like an argument to him) that was going on way too long for his liking, earning a sharp glare from Steve, but Bucky could tell that deep down, Steve wanted to hightail outta there too.

“Stop taking all the credit, Josh. I was the one who stabbed him. You just sat there and watched like an obese cow.”

Josh (Bucky thought his name was Jack until now) scoffed. “That’s Agent 16 to you, Avery.”

“It’s actually Avril, you little-”

“Agents, you better stop this instantly.” Fury narrowed his eyes at the bickering partners.

“Stop embarrassing me in front of the Avengers, Evelyn, and let me do the talking. Clearly you can’t because of those oversized donkey teeth of yours.” Josh paid no heed to Fury.

The girl (Avril?) gasped and her hand instinctively flew to cover her mouth. “Why you-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” A dangerously calm voice rang through the room.

All eyes flew towards Natasha, you looked like she was going to murder the next person who opened their mouth.

“This is why I don’t go on missions with sensitive baby agents.” She muttered in Russian.

Bucky cracked a smile.

“How come no one listens to me?” Fury grumbled.

“Probably because you aren’t a trained assassin with 20 different weapons hidden on your body, and I bet you also don’t know 5 different ways to kill someone with an oven mitt.” Clint whispered in Fury’s ear.

“It doesn’t matter who stabbed who, it matters what happened in the end. And in the end, I was the one you saved your ungrateful asses, so you can stop arguing like toddlers now.” Natasha growled.

Her eyes narrowed specifically at Josh.

Nobody spoke. Probably because no sane person wanted a bullet from Natasha’s gun in their head.

“You seriously couldn’t have done that 20 minutes ago?”

Of course, though, Tony Stark was far from sane.

“Shut up, Tony.” At least 5 different people said at the same time.

Josh cleared his throat, recovering from his mini paralysis stroke.

“No offense, but-”

Before Josh could get himself killed, loud voices outside of the door made everyone turn.

Honestly, they all probably would’ve turned even to watch a fly so they could ignore Josh’s excuses.

“Miss, I can’t let you-”

“I really don’t care, so move. Now.”

Bruce immediately sat up. “Is that Ace?”

“Oh, thank god.” Tony let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “I’m so bored right now, maybe she’ll make this actually interesting.”

Even though Bucky’s stay at the compound started recently, he had heard plenty of stories about you, the infamous ‘Ace’. To what he’d heard, you worked at the lab with Bruce and Tony, like a daughter to them both. You were an ‘intellectual sage’ (described by Barton), hence the nickname, Ace.

“I said, MOVE!”

“Banner, what is the meaning of this?” Fury ordered.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows and completely ignored him. “What in the world is she doing?”

“Banner!”

“I SAID MOVE, DAMNIT.” A loud thud followed closely and the door was flung open so hard it practically ripped off of its hinges.

“Lord have mercy.” Bruce buried his face into his hands as you barged into the room, pulling along a terrified looking girl behind you.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised with interest as he took in your purple highlights, Converse High-Tops, and Gravity Falls shirt peeking out from under your lab coat.

“Look, missy, in case you haven’t noticed, this is a private meeting. I’m going to give you 5 seconds to leave before I have you escorted out instantly.” Fury demanded.

“Yeah, that’s cool, Patchy the Pirate, just give me a minute.” You weren’t even looking at Fury as you scanned the room.

“Ha! Patchy the Pirate! Laura’s gonna love this!” Clint smacked his hand on the table and leaned his chair back (and almost fell backwards if Steve didn’t catch it, but that’s not the point).

Fury looked like he was seriously contemplating life as you still didn’t spare him a glance, and your narrowed hawk eyes landed on someone behind Bucky.

He followed your gaze to meet Josh, who had raised two fingers in the air cockily to greet you and the girl behind you.

“Josh, you mother fucker.”

And before Steve could say ‘language!’ (yes, Bucky had caught on pretty quickly after Tony would say it every other sentence), you had crossed the room in what felt like just two strides and socked Josh right in the jaw.

The room erupted in chaos.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Steve was up on his feet in a millisecond, his Captain America side taking over.

“That’s it, honey! Do it again!” Tony cheered.

“Is this some kind of Midgardian greeting that I have not yet been informed of?”

“Someone tell me what the hell is going on in my own meeting!”

“That was the best thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Avril grinned.

Natasha didn’t say anything, but her face clearly said ‘girl, me too’.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Sam chuckled from next to Bucky.

“Same.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“Whoa hold up, did you just agree with me??”

“Shut up, pigeon brain.”

“Excu-”

The only thing that stopped Sam and Bucky’s cat fight was another punch to Josh’s precious face, this time right in the nose.

Bruce tried to reason with you from across the whole ass room, practically shouting over all the commotion as Steve tried to pull you away from Josh.

“Ace, sweetheart, why don’t you talk it out instead of going straight to violence? Doesn’t that sound like a better idea?”

“Sounds great, Bruce, but that’s not an option anymore!” You shouted back over your shoulder.

“Look, champ, it’s not right to randomly punch people like that!” Steve was still trying to pry you away from Josh.

“Look, Pops,” You mocked. “It’s also not right to cheat on your girlfriend with some random chick you ran into at a bar!”

Everything stopped.

Except Josh’s struggling from your grasp.

“He cheated on you?” Tony broke the silence, looking like he was going to blast Josh into outer space. “Wait, when were you guys even together? And why in the goddamn world would you date that guy?”

“Not me, dimwit, her.” You point your free hand that was not gripped on Josh’s collar at the girl behind you, looking ready to sprint out of there when all eyes landed on her.

“Just leave it, ma moitié, it’s not worth it.” She said quietly, her words coated in a thick french accent.

Bucky recognized her as the nice agent who gave him a coffee last week after Sam ‘accidentally’ knocked over Bucky’s.

“Just leave it? Absolutely not, hun!”

“Listen to her, Ace.” Bruce pleaded.

“No! This sleazy bastard cheated on my best friend! No fucking way! Literally, who the hell would cheat on a cute french girl?”

“Ace, violence isn’t the right way to-”

“Excuse me?” Josh’s voice rang out, sounding like someone was holding his nose closed shut. “Can someone get me an ice pack?”

You whipped around towards him.

“You. Want. An. Ice pack.” You restated, shooting daggers- no, 7 inch sharp kitchen knives at him.

“My nose hurts.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Y’know, after you turned all Crazy Psycho Lady on me and broke it.”

“You know what?” Your smile dripped with bitterness and sarcasm. “How about I punch it again so it’ll go numb and it won’t hurt anymore?”

You reached your arm backwards to land another punch, but Steve rushed to grab you again, and the chaos resumed.

Tony was instructing you to “kick Steve in the balls and resume beating the shit out of Josh”, while Bruce was very strongly vetoing the idea.

Sam and Clint, meanwhile, were placing bets on how much the medical bill was gonna be.

Suddenly, Bruce rushed over to Bucky.

“Look, man, you gotta help me.”

Bucky looked at Bruce with wide eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah! If you tell her to stop, she would in a heartbeat!”

“Why?” Bucky knew where this was going.

“Because of your metal arm!”

Bucky’s heart sank. Of course you were scared of it. Everyone was. They thought it made him a monster.

So did he.

Even though he was so, so grateful to Shuri for trying to help him feel like a new person with a new arm that wasn’t associated with HYDRA, that bloody ruthless murderer that they made him into never seemed to leave.

He would always be him.

No matter how hard he tried, the memories followed him like a lost puppy, attacking at night when he was trying to sleep.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never shake off the imprint HYDRA had left on him.

No matter how hard he tried or how much Steve told him otherwise, Bucky was still a monster.

A cruel, cold-hearted, evil monster who killed the innocent.

Who killed innocent men, women, and children who didn’t deserve to be killed.

He was the one who deserved to be killed.

“She’s absolutely obsessed with it!”

Bucky choked on his spit.

“Wha-w-what?”

“She adores it.” Bruce rushed. “She says it’s, and I quote, the most beautiful and extraordinary thing to ever be made in history.”

Okay, so apparently Bucky did not know where that was going.

“Still not convinced?” Bruce groaned. “She thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the galaxy. She says it’s the ‘peak of engineering’. You can ask Tony if you still don’t believe me.”

Tony wasn’t extremely fond of Bucky, and neither was Bucky of him, so he decided to take Bruce’s word for it, no matter how much it shocked him.

She likes my arm?

Just because she likes your arm doesn’t mean she likes you, idiot.

“Uh, okay? So, um, what do I do?”

“Tell her to stop!” Bruce lightly shoved Bucky forward when he slowly got up out of his seat.

Bucky hesitantly took a step forward, his mind still trying to process everything.

Bucky maneuvered around Steve, tapping you - who was still out to get it for Josh- on the shoulder after a moment of hesitation.

“Bruce, I already told you, it’s too late-” You spun out of Steve’s grip, but your mouth dropped open when you realized it was not Bruce.

You stared at Bucky with wide eyes. But not out of fear.

Out of adoration.

He was struck with a sudden flash of nostalgia of how his mom looked at him when he gave her a card for Mother’s Day when he was 6.

"Oh, Jamie, I love it.” She had said as she read it with a soft smile.

And that same smile was on your face. “Um, hi there.”

He smiled back.

But not one of those fake smiles he put on to make Steve happy. An actual genuine smile.

And it felt good.

You smoothed out your coat, taking in a breath. “Can I help you?”

Steve stared at the two of you, a grin spreading onto his face.

“I’m not surprised. Those psychos are perfect for each other.” Josh rolled his eyes.

Neither of you heard him.

“Hi, I’m Bucky.”

“She knows.” Tony groaned.

“Shut up, Tony.” Your eyes never left Bucky’s. “Hi Bucky.”

He saw your eyes light up as they made their way to look at his metal arm.

Bruce cleared his throat loudly.

“So, um, Ace. The arm has been giving me a bit of trouble recently. I was wondering if you could maybe take a look at it?” Bucky glanced at Bruce before looking back at you.

“He means now.” Bruce added.

You looked like you were going to faint out of excitement.

“Y-yeah, of course.”

Bruce let out a loud sigh of relief.

“Um, actually.” Bucky started.

Bruce’s head shot up and started mouthing something to Bucky - probably something along the lines of ‘No! Get her out of here before she kills him!’- but he was busy looking at you.

“Maybe you wanna grab a coffee first?”

#marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #crack fic

[tallteenturtle]

Nancy Drew: Curse of Blackmoor Manor

I fell down a bit of a heraldry rabbit hole recently and decided to spend several hours compiling info about the Penvellyn family off the wiki and then used online heraldry resources to analyze their individual coat of arms. Did the game devs intend the shields to be interpreted this way? Probably not. But if I dont over-analyze 20 year old childrens computer games what else am I going to do with my life??

Here are all the people whose portraits hang in the great hall along with info we learn about them from Jane (and occasionally Nigel), their coat of arms, and my amateur interpretation of the symbolism.

Randulf ( - 1401)

“Randulf the Red, so named for his bright red hair, was considered a hero at the Battle of Poitiers. For his heroism, King Edward III awarded him with the lands in the region called "Penvellyn". That's how we got our name.”

Randulf's coat of arms says "IN HOC SIGNO" which translates to "in this sign (you will conquer)"

Comet; unknown in heraldry but refers to the family treasure

Red; Military might, warrior.

(putting the rest under the cut to save you much scrolling)

Odo (1354 – 1404)

“Yeah, he isn't very exciting, really. Liked farming and cows. His son Milo is much more interesting.”

“Those Manuscripts are very old and brittle. They date back to the 14th century. Odo Penvellyn collected most of them. His father Randulf and son Milo were rather more interested in military victories than in book collecting.”

Odo's coat of arms says "PROSPERITAS" which translates to "success".

Milo (1376 – 1423)

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

Deer/hart; One who will not fight unless provoked, peace and harmony

“Milo inherited not only his grandfather's red hair but his military prowess. Milo was instrumental in the Siege of Caen and was awarded even more lands by Henry V.”

Milo's coat of arms says "VICTUM INVIDEO SILENTE" which translates to "the conquered shall envy the dead".

Hugo (1401 – 1466)

Comet; unknown in heraldry

Red; Military might, warrior

Teardrop; “One who has endured torrents”

“Um, he had a lot of kids, and his dates were 1401 to 1466.”

Hugo's coat of arms says "CITO FIT QUOD DEI VOLUNT" which translates to "what the gods want happens soon".

Albert (1427 – 1508)

Bee; Industrious, diligent

Acorn; Antiquity, strength

Red; Military might, warrior

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

“He was very mysterious and the people of Blackmoor were afraid of him because he knew all these scientific things. No one knows much about him, though.”

Albert's coat of arms says "TIMENDI CAUSA EST NESCIRE" which translates to "ignorance is the cause of fear".

Edmund (1447 – 1499)

Book (open); Manifestation, knowledge

Blue; Truth, loyalty

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

“He was into cows. He did a lot of breeding of cows and sheep and got some kind of award from the King.”

Edmund's coat of arms says "UT SEMENTUM FECERIS ITA METES" which translates to "As you sow, so shall you reap".

Charles (1478 – 1553)

Hawk (Falcon): One who does not rest until objective achieved, purpose, goal-oriented

Red; Military might, warrior

Blue; Truth, loyalty

"Ooh, ooh - Charles was a very famous judge and wrote very important books on law. But his boy, Garrett, drowned when he was really young.”

Charles's coat of arms says "MINIMA MAXIMA SUNT" which translates to "The smallest things are the most important".

Thomas (1526 – 1584)

Rainbow; Good times after bad

Moon; Serene power over the mundane

Sun; Creativity and enlightenment

Blue; Truth, loyalty

“He was Charles's grandson and wrote a lot of poetry. He also had 3 wives: Catherine, Anne, and Mary. But not like at the same time. They died and he just remarried.”

Thomas's coat of arms says "AGE PRO VIRIBUS" which translates to "in all that you do, do your best".

James (1560 – 1650)

Eagle (2 heads); Joining 2 strong forces

Purple; Nobility and justice

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

T is presumably for Thomas, no heraldic meaning

“He never married but one day, when he was very old, a baby was found on the doorstep to the manor. He took her in and raised her as his own. That was Elinor.”

James's coat of arms says "ARS LONGA" which translates to "art lives long" (from the phrase, ars longa vita brevis - art is long, life is short).

Elinor (1626 – 1650)

Maltese cross; Blessings, protection

Red; Military might, warrior

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

Blue; Truth, loyalty

Purple; Nobility and justice

“Just that she was burned as a witch but it wasn't true and her father, James, died when he saw her die and then the family fled to France. I don't want to talk about this.”

Elinor's coat of arms says "AUDACES FORTUNA IUVAT" which translates to "fortune favors the bold".

Corbin (1670 – 1741)

Lion rampant; Courage, integrity, strength

Red; Military might, warrior

Purple; Nobility and justice

“Uh…I dunno. He doesn't have a coat of arms in the Great Hall because he didn't live here; wasn't even a British subject. That's all I know.”

Corbin's coat of arms says "NUNQUAM DEDISCEO" which translates to "never forget".

This shield is notably absent from the great hall, and also is the only one to feature decoration on the outside of the shield.

Sun; Fountain of life, intelligence, innovation, creativity, enlightenment

Wheat; Faithful

Vines/Ivy; Strong and lasting friendship, academia

Philippe (1689 – 1777)

“He made a fortune in the New World and bought back most of the lands that were confiscated by Cromwell.”

Philippe's coat of arms says "NOVUS MUNDUS" which translates to "a new world".

Penelope (1714 – 1783)

Fleur de Lis; Symbol of France

Purple; Nobility and justice

Blue; Truth, loyalty

“I don't know very much about her, except that she was very loved by practically everyone in England, and there were a million poems written about her.”

“Those are mainly Penelope Penvellyn's collections of French novels. She was a patron to a raft of artists, and her salon was quite popular. She was quite the libertine, even kept her maiden name after her marriage.”

Penelope's coat of arms says "PULCHRITUDO IN OMNIA" which translates to "there is beauty in all things".

Martha (1739 – 1791)

Pegasus; Poetic genius and inspiration

Fleur de lis; Symbol of France

Lion rampant; Courage and integrity

Wheel; fortune, cycle of life

Purple; Nobility and justice

Red; Military might, warrior

“She was completely daft - she'd wear really bizarre outfits and she was one of the first women to ride on a steam train.” (This is particularly impressive as the steam train did not exist until 10 years after her death. Oops!)

Martha's coat of arms says "SINE SCIENTIA ARS NIHIL EST" which translates to "without understanding, art is nothing".

Brigitte (1759 – 1833)

Unicorn; Extreme courage, virtue, strength.

Teardrop symbolism; “One who has endured torrents” gold means generosity or elevation of the mind.

The gear and atom are not traditional heraldic symbols but can represent progress and science.

Red; Military might, warrior

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

Blue; Truth, loyalty

Purple; Nobility and justice

“She never married and was bonkers for astronomy; she adopted her sister's son, Richard, who later got killed at Waterloo."

Brigitte's coat of arms says "LUDI SINE GAUDIO LUDI NON SUNT" which translates to "sport without fun is not sport."

"Brigitte with her eyes so bright, looks toward heaven at midnight on the longest night of year, that's the one she holds most dear. 'Starry friends,' she's often heard to say, 'how I wish that I could make you stay.' She knows though they can't remain, time will bring them 'round again."

Only shield to have white decorations on the colored background

Star; Divine quality from above

Dove; Loving constancy and peace

Compass; Direction

Purple; Nobility and justice

Richard (1787 – 1815)

“He died in Waterloo fighting against Napoleon.”

Richard's coat of arms says "SI SIC OMNES" which translates to "if only this could last forever".

Edward (1809 – 1904)

Banner down center shield (the Pale); Military or defensive strength

Star; Divine quality from above. The specific star (nautical star) is not traditional heraldry but symbolizes finding way home.

Red; Military might, warrior

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

Purple; Nobility and justice

“He was a big explorer and went all over the world. He wasn't very close with his son, who was also an explorer. They'd only see each other by chance in weird remote places like Samarkand or Walla Walla.”

Edward's coat of arms says "BIS VIVAT QUI BON VIVAT" which translates to "Whoever lives well lives twice".

Knight (especially on horseback); The soul guiding the body; man’s journey through life

Lightning Bolt: Swiftness and power; spiritual enlightenment.

Unicorn; Extreme courage, virtue, strength.

I dont know what the warrior with the spear and sword means

Scepter; Emblem of Justice

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

Blue; Truth, loyalty

William (1833 – 1901)

“He was an explorer, just like his father. He was kind of a whiner, so I heard.”

William's coat of arms says "DIES PERDIDI" which translates to "another day wasted".

John (1873 – 1954)

Bend Sinister (the band across the shield); Sometimes used to indicate illegitimacy. If that is the meaning here that would be very interesting and explain why he wasnt close with his father

Red; Military might, warrior

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

“He was this huge naturalist and did a lot of exploration in the Amazon. I think there's a plant named after him. Or maybe a monkey; I forget.”

John's coat of arms says "PER AURES AD ANIMUM" which translates to "through the ears to the spirit".

Malachi (1894 – 1972)

Parrot and mouth not traditional symbols but probably represent interest in wildlife and linguistics.

Green; Hope, joy, loyalty

Blue; Truth, loyalty

“He was a doctor of medicine and did a lot of research on icky skin diseases.”

Malachi's coat of arms says "NUMEN LUMEN" which translates to "divine light is my guide".

Alan (1923 – 1993)

Sun; Fountain of life, intelligence, innovation, creativity, enlightenment

Purple; Nobility and justice

“He was my grandfather but I didn't know him because he died when I was little. I guess he was nice.”

Alan's coat of arms says "PURGAMENTUM EXIT" which translates to "garbage out" (referencing part of a programmers' saying "garbage in, garbage out").

Serpent; Wisdom

Red; Military might, warrior

#nancy drew #curse of blackmoor manor #nancy drew: curse of blackmoor manor #nancy drew PC games #her interactive #Penvellyn family #heraldry #fandom deep dive #nancy drew games #her interactive games #this is very niche content and i will not apologize #blackmoor manor spoilers

[stalkerofthegods]

Hestia Deep Divs

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

#the gods #hellenic devotion #hellenic polytheism #hellenic worship #doing the research for you #greek gods #greek mythology #ancient greek #hestia #hestia worship #hestia deity #hestia devotee #hestia goddess #greek goddess #hearthealth #hearth and home #fireplace #hellenic paganism #hellenic #hellenic polytheist #hellenic polythiest #home witchcraft #hearth witch

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

i was gonna wait until i finished the bitd and deadlands line-ups before posting these, but i'm not gonna get those done before the final season starts, so might as well bite the bullet now XD woohoo, oxventure d&d designs! i'll go into further detail below the cut for all of my thoughts on these designs and reasoning for smaller details, but for now, just know that i will never draw a cape. i simply cannot do it. hoods and weird draped fabric or nothing XD

okay i put like. waaay too many thoughts into a lot of these small details so im gonna allow myself to geek out here X3 firstly - though they're way too small to read properly, i did the little symbol eye shines i used in my first art for them! dob gets music notes, prudence gets fire, corazón gets hearts, and merilwen gets flowers. i usually draw egbert's pupils pretty thin to resemble a reptile, so he just gets normal eye shines, but i probably could have given him some here... he would get suns if i thought of that

dob - muscular in a wiry and dehydrated way, lol, hence having a more defined stomach/hips despite not being as strong as prudence or egbert. he has sad/down-turned puppy dog eyes at all times because i think the big-eyed endearing look is fitting for him, though i do make them darker blue than his canonical baby blues because i just... like how dark blue eyes look, lol. i'm pretty sure he canonically has the stomach scar, and obviously his facial scar has always been there, but i gave him a couple other ones just to show that hes pretty reckless. and he gets freckles because even though they arent mentioned in the dragon dogma's video, i noticed luke added some and. i like freckles a lot

prudence - i've said this before, but i love the thought of pru getting muscular after the werebear bite <3 i just think she should be a little bit hench. as a treat. once again, the heavy stomach scarring comes from the dragon dogma's video, because i found their design choices in that really fun. i change prudence's outfit the most out of any of the characters, just because her canonical outfit confuses me. i'm really bad at understanding/drawing fantasy wear as is, but her fit... i'm lost entirely XD so i free-balled a bit. her inner sleeves that hook around her fingers are based on jane's various prudence looks, and then the looser outer sleeve is just because i love prudence with a dramatic sleeve. originally the colors were closer to her canon outfit, but it just looked messy without all the details of the original, and then i tried red like jane's prudence looks but it didn't contrast enough with her skin. so i restricted them to just deep purples and black with pops of gold and dark magenta!

corazón - what can i say besides. transgender. LMAO honestly though, besides adding the top surgery scars, i just really like his canon look. i simplified the details, obviously, but i really love his big coat and his tall boots and the earrings and the black-on-black-on-black of it all. i didn't particularly feel like drawing hats when i was doing this, lol, so i stuck with a red bandana instead. the beads that are strung from it are black, red, purple, green, and yellow to match their guild's canonical color associations/the colored name plates they get in later seasons :] because corazón is the sentimental sort, even when he won't say it. also he gets a little cateye for his eyeliner, i dunno if i've ever said why i do that before haha

egbert - egbert my dearly beloved. literally just his canon look except he has la vache mauve on his tunic instead of fire! and the nose spikes i give him, i guess, but i forget those aren't canon. i actually usually draw him in mike's egbert get up, with the black robes and the golden dragon sigil, but i kinda wanted to move away from that to lean more into the end of legacy of dragons, where egbert fully commits to never going back to the dragon d'or. also i just love drawing little cow heads <3 also! i like the idea that rather than typical scar tissue, dragonborns grow thicker scales over places where they've been injured. so the thicker patches of small scales on egbert's body are meant to be scars! including his kidney scar, lol. the larger scales and the ones on his face were always there though, that's just dragonborn biology baby

merilwen - if i said i based merilwen's body on cartoon bears, would you forgive me... i just think it's cute LOL tummy <3 for the final dragon dogma's video reference, that's where her freckles and tattoos come from. ellen was right, merilwen with floral tattoos fucking rules. who am i to deny it. as a hairy woman myself, i also like making merilwen a hairy woman. she's a hippie, she would NOT shave. i also really love the red earrings she wears in her canon art, so i tried to carry that through to some other small parts of my drawing for her, and landed on the bands she has on her pants as well as the odd feather for her arrows. fun archery fact, for those who may not know - in modern archery at least, you usually will have a differently colored feather (or for my arrows, rubber fins lol) that indicate how youre meant to string the arrow! so i took advantage of that to give merilwen some more red, hehe

#oxventure #dob the half orc bard #prudence the tiefling warlock #corazón de ballena #egbert the careless #merilwen the wood elf druid #I really wanted to post all the line ups at once but I have fallen ill XD #and I’m busy tomorrow. so drawing is not in the cards for a bit #I’ll try and finish those soon 👍

[jungle-angel]

A Rose By Any Other Name (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett can't decide on a name for your baby girl, but thanks to your oldest, she chooses her name

No sooner had Rhett opened the door than Amy, Hannah, Tatum and Tanner came barreling through the door, hanging their flannels up in the mudroom on the coat hooks and dumping their backpacks on the bench.

"Hey! Hey! You little varmits better keep it down! Your mother's resting!"

The babies didn't seem to be listening as they barreled right down to their playroom to settle in and play before dinner. The smell of a roast chicken in the oven and the smell of a freshly made spice cake for dessert had filled the whole house. Rhett went upstairs to find you folding up a newly crocheted blanket that had been made from pale purple and peridot green colored yarn, soft and silky, just like the others you had made for the older children in your household.

"What'd the doctor tell ya'll about bein up Mrs. Abbott?" Rhett purred, kissing your cheek.

"Rhett c'mon," you chuckled. "I'm fine."

His hands found their way to your large bump, growing larger still as the baby girl within continued to grow. He smiled when he felt her little feet pressing against his palms, rolling over until her little butt rested against his hands.

"Jeez, she's definitely following in her brothers' footsteps," he laughed.

You laughed yourself, adjusting your loose red flannel shirt. You and Rhett were eagerly counting down the days when she would arrive, putting together the nursery with the help of Wes, Nora and Wes's mother. You weren't even finished with the room, the crib still in production in the woodshed along with the other furniture. Only the walls had been done, yet if anything was certain, you and Rhett would get it done no matter what.

"Is Wes coming by later?" you asked.

"Yep," Rhett answered. "Gonna work on the crib as soon as he's got the cows in."

"Russ?"

"Got something goin on for a family friend and he can't come yet," Rhett told you. "Nona's comin though. She and Ma are gonna see if they can get the horses bedded down for Dad."

You and Rhett peered out the window to find Royal and John Two-Feathers, a close friend of Wes's family, in the driveway, their trucks both parked close to each other and John shaking with victory as he and Royal both caught each other in a tight embrace.

"Looks like John's had a good day," you remarked.

"Big day for him," Rhett said, folding up another soft little blanket. "Finally got custody of his youngest grandkid and paid off the house all at once."

The day went on as it always did, with one thing after another finally coming together. Rhett, Wes and Royal all worked on the furniture for the nursery in the woodshed while Cecelia and Winona got the horses bedded down and the grand-ghouls fed. By the time dinner was done, it had grown pitch black and freezing out, the babies all having just had hot baths and were all dressed in their warm flannel pjs as they crawled into bed with their own crocheted blankies and their favorite stuffies.

"Alright Hannah," Rhett told one of the girls. "Go pick a book off the shelf and I'll read to you."

Hannah zipped off to her room and began searching the shelves for a book while Rhett came into your shared bedroom and crawled into bed beside you.

"We still need to decide on a name," he mumbled into the curve of your neck, his hand resting right on your bump.

You groaned at the thought. You and Rhett had gone through just about every single name for girls in the little book Cecelia had given you, but none of them really seemed to fit. You and Rhett felt like you were both at a dead end with it.

"Daddy, Daddy I've got a book!" Hannah chirped as she crawled into the bed.

"Sweet pea, be careful," Rhett warned. "Give Mommy some room."

Hannah scooted in between you and handed Rhett her book, one of the American Girl books that she and Amy shared. You and Rhett both smiled, knowing they were the girls' favorites.

As Rhett read from the book, telling the tale of Kaya, you felt the baby beginning to stir inside you, her little feet kicking around everywhere as though she were trying to tell you something. You laughed a little bit as your palms moved over the spots where you felt the kicking.

"What's so funny (y/n)?" Rhett asked.

"I think baby girl just picked her name," you answered.

Rhett repeated the name, putting his hand on your belly and sure enough, he felt those same stirrings that you had felt before, the two of you laughing at your little one having just picked her name.

Three months later, Kaya Rose Abbott is born, her tiny little form made even tinier when she's held by Rhett for the first time. You smile happily when you see Rhett sitting with her in the rocker as the snow flies outside the window, knowing your little princess is safe and warm in her daddy's arms and snuggled in her new blanket and knowing that you and Rhett can laugh at how she had chosen her name.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal and cecelia #outer range

[kit-the-gaygent]

After MC leaves Devildom they feel lonely at their house.

The seven voices greeting them every morning aren't there anymore. The warm cuddles, and faces that would light light up whenever they entered the room.

And so they get a cat, and name it Mammon, after their first demon. They're a fluffy white cat with blue eyes. MC gives the cat a yellow collar with a bell

And it begins to make them feel less lonely. Mammon the cat makes them feel loved again. They cuddle together at night, and MC finds themselves talking to the four pawed friend a lot.

Mammon favorite place to be is right by MC's side while they work on their computer in bed.

Several weeks later MC starts to notice a new cat looking though their windows, specifically when their watching anime their otaku demon friend recommended to them. Their short haired grey cat with orange eyes.

And before MC knew it the cat was dubbed Levia-chan and had entered MC's home as well.

They had acquired pet friendly hair dye and Levia-chan got purple tips on his tail and bangs. Mc hot glued a long pink ribbon to his purple collar like Rui-chan had.

Levi would watch anime and video games with MC. Mammon would often steal from Levi's food bowl, but the two got along most of the time.

The grey fluff would soon warm up enough to his new living space that he would join the cuddling party on MC's bed at night and while they were working.

A couple of weeks had past and one day MC was out getting Groceries, when they heard a bark behind them. They turned around arms full of plastic bags, to see a large golden retriever with fluffy orange fur.

The dog was barking, and he looked rather hungry. MC remembered back to the guttonus demon back at the House of Lamentation; and how he would stand behind MC waiting for food as they cooked dinner for the boys.

They looked back at the dog, and felt their heart grow warm.

And by dinner time the dog was named Beel, had a collar similar to the demon's necklace, and the house hold of one human and two cats, grew to add one dog in the mix.

One night while taking walking with Beel a loud cry came from an alley way. MC, being all fight and zero flight, went to investigate. There in the middle of a circle of cats were two cats. One has long strawberry blond fur, and the other was a smaller blond short haired cat. The strawberry blond was looking very dramatic laid out with it's barely scratched paw out in front of it crying it's eyes out. While the shorter blond cat looked pissed off and was protecting the bigger one.

MC stepped into the circle and picked up the two cats, while shooing away the rest of the hostile cats. The strawberry blond was nuzzling into MC's chest as it cried, and the blond looked like it was blue screening. Beel was sniffing at the floofs and wagging his tail.

And soon two more cats joined the house hold. The strawberry blond was named Asmo after the diva devil, and had stolen one of MC's black scarves to wear. And the little blond cat was now named Satan, and received a green bow tie that matched his pretty green eyes.

And then there was scratching at the screen door. And MC was greeted to Beel holding a sleeping black fluffy cat by the scruff in his mouth.

Ah. The twins had been recreated in animal form.

And so a Belphie cat was an additional fur baby to the family.

Asmo was just as dramatic and glamorous as his demon counterpart, and Satan seemed to love when being read to.

Belphie was a little bastard, but was usually really cuddly and napped often. MC had given the sleepy boi a little cow bell collar and cow bed for him to sleep on. To which he proceeded to drag the bed all over the flat to nap.

The cuddle pile had grown in size, and MC's bed was mostly covered with their cats and dog.

MC usually took a day to bathe all of their pets, which took a while.

Mammon only tolerated baths when he was promised treats, Levia-chan loved baths and it took a while to get him out of the water. Beel was okay with getting a bath, however he only liked being dried off with a towel as he hated the hair dryer. Asmo absolutely lived for baths, and only tolerated certain brands of pet shampoo to wash his fluffy coat. Satan hated water, but seemed to go with it if MC had a podcast or audio book playing in the background. And Belphie always tried to jump out of the bath, though dealt with the bath if Beel was in the bath with him.

On another walk with Beel, with Belphie being carried in a cat back pack, there was a loud barking and yelling coming from behind one of the shops in town.

MC decided to investigate once again in case there was a puppers in trouble. Rounding the corner MC was shocked to see one of the shop keepers harassing a doberman. The dog was trying to fight back but the keep was beating the poor thing with a broom.

MC intervened and got in front of the dog and broom. Apparently the doggo was hungry and digging through the garbage behind the shop. And the shop keep was about to call the pound to retrieve it.

MC looked at the dog who was clearly scared but trying to act tuff. Deciding their house needed another dog to balance out the cats MC managed to pick up the large dog and the four began the journey home.

Lucifer, which was now the new comer's name, was given lots of love and care from MC. A pretty red spike collar was given to the big fur friend and a proper bath just before.

And while their seemed to be a few feathers ruffled by the new dog all seemed well.

MC's home finally felt full, even though they still missed the brothers, and all that they met through the exchange program.

Their bed was covered in animals to cuddle with and love was given to all of their fur babies.

MC wished for the day that the brothers would meet their counter parts, along with hope to not be dubbed as the crazy pet person by their neighbors.

#obey me #cats #dogs #obey me MC #obey me luficer #obey me! mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #fanfic/ headcannons

[heartfullofleeches]

I'm so sorry but the way you write Daina reminds me so much of Enid Sinclair from that one Wednesday show on Netflix so I BEG you to write a little thing about Daina being here girlboss self with a goth(and maybe a little bit psycho) reader pls (God I love Daina so much she is just 💕💕)

"So... you're really serious about going out with Y/n?"

"Course I am! They're amazing. Why do you ask?"

"Well-"

Daina and you were like mixing oil with water laced with copious amounts of glitter. An outgoing woman with a bubbly outlook on life, and a person who looked like they hadn't smiled since the day they were born. A surprise for no one who knew her hinted tastes, Daina had been crushing you since high school. She still laughs to this day remembering the time you put a cow's eye from a dissection project in the teacher's coffee mug. Shame it was empty. - and what happened to the teacher after you got detention, but the past is in the past.

When you said yes to her date, Daina was over the moon with joy. Sure, your answer was little more than a shrug, but it wasn't a no. Despite you dating in her mind since the day she met you, your offical record was about three weeks. The best almost month of her entire life. Her friend group has voiced their concerns, but if anyone was scarier than you - it was her.

"It's probably nothing." Her friend finishes.

"Baby!"

Daina's exclamation pierces the ears of those around her as she jumps up from her seat; spotting you from a mile away. She waves her arms in the air, beckoning you over despite your current path leading nowhere but her table. A purple lunch bag hangs on your shoulder; a gift from your admirer on your third day anniversary. She thought you would love it with the little raven on the front; plucking an eye from a thoroughly rotted corpse.

"Hello, Grace."

Daina squeals in excitement at the use of her second name, nearly melting at the way it roles off your tongue. To the others at the table - it sends chills. You sit down next to her, setting the bag on the table. There's a soft thuck! from the small shovel you left inside it, and the kitchen knife Daina "forgot" while making your lunch. She kisses your cheek to which you barely respond, countering with a question.

"Are we stilll going to the graveyard this evening?"

Daina gasps. "I completely forgot about that! I'm so sorry, sweetie. Of course we can. You'll all come, right?"

She flashes a smile at her friends. They look between the two of you. You stare with those blank eyes, a stark contrast to Daina's filled with wonder and query. If they left you alone with her, there was no telling what you'd do. Against the judgement of the voice at the back of their minds, her friends respond with a similar answer.

"Sure."

"I have nothing else to do, so I'll stop by."

"Sounds fun..."

"Of course."

"You're all too kind." Daina sweetly chimes, gripping your hand beneath the table. She brushes a finger over your knuckles as you squeeze her hand; gushing over the smile comes to your face. Butterflies fill her chest. You've spoke of this moment for days, and now it was finally here. Tonight would surely be the date to top all others.

#Yandere final girl #Daina my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #yandere writing #female yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: Happy Birthday!

April 27th - Bora’s first birthday.

Being Korean, it was expected of them to do the traditional Dojanchi celebration so Bora could pick her future. They planned something small with both sets of grandparents and close family, with the traditional hanboks, seaweed soup and rice cakes. They had laid a book, money, food, thread, a BTS album and a paintbrush before her - Grace knew what Seokjin wanted Bora to go for, she personally wanted her daughter to go for the book. 

Of course, because of whose daughter she was, she had one hand on the BTS album and one hand on the food. 

But for her actual birthday, they had planned a party at HYBE so everyone could celebrate her birthday. Of course, it meant nearly everyone and anyone had been invited, including Bang PD, CL, IU, Tomorrow by Together, and so many more. And being Grace, it gave her the perfect excuse to go all out for her daughter’s birthday. 

It took four months of planning but the top floor of HYBE had been transformed into a nursery rhyme world. There was a large cake decorated with vintage images of the cow jumping over the moon, Humpty Dumpty and the like. The decor consisted of vintage inspired jars of fresh flowers, with themed elements added to the table like a mini Humpty Dumpty sat on the edge of the vase and there was a little grandfather clock with a cat on it. 

The ceiling was covered in pastel materials with stars hanging down and paper lanterns as well. On one wall, there was a large backdrop in white with Bora’s name in purple, small and large nursery rhyme figures around it with balloons tied together to look like clouds with stars hanging down. 

The event company had done an amazing job, including the caterers who had gone above and beyond to create food around the theme. 

The birthday girl in question was having a great time having people carry her around to look at everything. She was dressed in a light purple dress with fairy rings - her request. 

“She’s having fun,” Hobi laughed as he snacked on one of the themed biscuits as he sat with the rest of BTS, minus Jungkook who had the birthday girl sat in his lap as the rest of the children sat around the lady dressed as Mother Goose to tell nursery rhymes. “And I think Jungkook is enjoying himself as well.”

Yoongi snorted, taking a seat next to Namjoon who was videoing the youngest members of the group. “That’s because he’s a big kid at heart. Plus he’s been talking non-stop about this.”

Jimin and Taehyung had wandered over to join the maknae, causing Bora to abandon her post and sit in Jimin’s lap. Jungkook pouted and frowned, causing Taehyung to grin and give him a slight nudge. 

“That’s because he’s Bora’s brother in everything but blood,” Namjoon noted and took a quick glance at the parents who had chosen this moment to join them at the table. “You guys look knackered.”

“You know, it’s one thing talking to celebrities in a formal setting because you’ve slept in that morning and you’ve had to do nothing other than let stylists make you up and sip champagne,” Jin started and held up his vintage tea cup. “This time I’m the parent who has been up all night with his one year old and I’m having coffee.”

Grace hid her grin and reached over, patting Jin on the shoulder. “At least you got an hour’s nap in until she had a poo explosion on your lap.”

“And where were you?” Yoongi asked, arching an eyebrow at the female member who matched his expression. “I was here, dealing with the party since 7am, thank you very much. Plus, I dealt with the aftermath of the explosion since I got home in time. What were you doing? Sleeping?”

Yoongi glanced away, saying nothing, making Namjoon and Hobi laugh.

“Yeah, thought so,” Grace rolled her eyes but she was smiling, glancing over to the four youngest. “At least they're enjoying themselves. Good thing we’re only doing this every milestone birthday.”

“Won’t be long till she’s 5,” Namjoon commented causing those at the table to stare at him. “Sorry.”

“Can I enjoy my daughter being one please before you ruin it with the fact she’s going to be five soon and then a teenager? I already found a grey hair this morning,” Jin commented, turning his head to Yoongi who wrinkled his nose at him. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t turned grey already. You’ve been dealing with Jungkook since forever,” Yoongi remarked then found his hands full when said boy decided to sit on him.

“Ah that’s what you get,” Jin grinned as he took back his daughter from Taehyung as the rest joined them. “Have fun?”

“I never knew about Tom Thumb,” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed. “Why did no one tell me about that one?”

“Because your not a baby and don’t need nursery rhymes?” Hobi asked, nudging at Jungkook to get off Yoongi but losing the battle against the muscle bunny.

“But I will one day when it’s my turn. How am I meant to know what nursery rhymes to tell my kids?”

“Oh god can we not go down the road of everyone else having kids,” Grace groaned as she covered her eyes. “I can just about handle you lot and my own.”

“Hey!” came a collective cry from everyone including her partner, her daughter silent on this one. 

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts fic #bangtanbaby #seokjin x oc

[tranquil-ivy]

Ever since you mentioned Death Island cowboy Leon, suddenly I’ve suddenly turned country! 🤠

Think about it—having a ranch with Leon, raising cute little cow, chickens, pigs, goats, sheep, etc. (He’d definitely surprise you with the cutest baby cow or something. 🥹)

Oh it would be a dream! Think about the dates he’d take the two of you on! There’s never a dull day with that man.

Definitely a lot of horse back riding dates—riding through the mountains as the Texas sun starts to set below the horizon, Shades of pink, purple, blue, orange, and red would paint the sky, making you look so angelic with that extra sparkle in your eye. Arms wrapped around his torso, head pressed against his muscular back from all that hard work he did daily. His horse (Which he named Whiskey. Duh.) would gently trot up the mountain, a couple wildflowers and weeds lining the path as a comfortable silence was acknowledged by both you and him before he finally broke it.

“Look’s pretty right?”

He asked as he turned back to look at you, white cowboy hat preventing the sunlight to cast down on his face.

“Mhm…Real pretty.”

You reply softly, lifting your head up and giving him a small nod with that pretty smile of yours

“Not as pretty as you though.”

- Anon! 🎀

(P.S. Sorry for giving you such long ask’s…Can’t help it pookie! 😣)

(YW for the brain rot! And no please I love long asks, it's something good to rift off of and my creative juices flowing.)

Imagine his coming into the house with something behind his back and when you finally ask his what he's got, he just shows you a brand new piglet...

I would start sobbing they're so cute 😭

[littlewigglers]

The bugs

Hey there, I'm Ray and I keep mainly millipedes as a hobbiest and I'm still learning a lot about insects.

I have a number of millipedes and will try to keep an up to date list of species here, as well as any I've named 💕

Millipedes - Gaint Olive/striped Leg(Telodeinpus Aoutii) Adult - Just the one and she's called Shoelace! -Gaint Olive/striped Leg(Telopedinpus aoutii) juvenile x3 - Thai Rainbow(Apeuthes sp. Thailand) just the one called Rain! - Spotted Fire(Centrolobus splendidus) x 2 - Gaint Golden(Orthroporus Ornatud) x 3 - Bumblebee(Anadenobolus monilicornis) x 14 - Yellow Dragon(Orthomorpha communis)x1 - Smocky Oak(Narceus gordanus) x1 - Red-Legged (Epibolus pulchripes) x19 - Giant African train(Archispirostreptus Gigas) x3

I have 12 baby millipedes as well! I'll try to ID them once they're bigger and have more colour. But I believe they are spotted reds and MAYBE some bumblebees.

Woodlice/isopods - Wild caught ?? - Dairy cows 70-100 - Mixed Armadillidium 30+ There's tons of other speices I'd love to get in the future! The new few I plan to get if possible are:- - Candy Ball pills(Phopalomeris carnifex), such super cute little guys, I believe they're a type of pillbug? Related to millipedes? Got more research to do but I hope to get come soon! - Ivory Millipedes(Chicobolus spinigerus) their colours are so nice and they're so itty bitty! - Avatar Millipedes(Apirotreptida sp) I LOVE their yellow legs and feelings, they're the next millipedes I'd like to get once I have the funds for another tank. - Cameroon rosey leg millipede(Spirostreptidae sp) my friend got some of these and oh I loved them! They're so big and active. - Coromus Vittatus, a type of flatback Millipede that I've had before and would love another of. - Purple Ivory Millipede(Chicobolus spinigerus) I just LOVE the purple on them, they're also said to be climbers!

For other plans I want to redo the isopod tanks, get them some nicer tanks with clear glass/plastic so I can see what they're up to. More sticks and branches in the big tank to the big boys have more to climb on.

Passed pets - Bark - Coromus Vittatus

I won't be listing any that pass here that I didn't name.

#bug babbles #pin post

[hockeylvr59]

Collide Part 3 || Sidney Crosby

Summary: Life as a single foster mom and a pediatrician didn’t leave much time for dating. But when Dr. Erin Lancaster becomes the pediatrician for Pittsburgh Penguins Defenseman Brian Dumoulin's baby boy, her association and quick friendship with his wife Kayla turns her crazy but quiet life upside down. 

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: I am determined to finish this series and these two are finally making some progress. Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see for them moving forward. 

Warnings: Sexual tension? Word Count: 3,284

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After weeks of dealing with a slushy sleet mix over the city of Pittsburgh, I finally woke up to the start of a powder fresh snowfall covering the ground. It was clean and bright, and the sun’s reflections made the ground shimmer. 

Just like the weather had turned, so had the gloom that started creeping into my life. And it was all because of Maisie. 

That was the name of the little blue-eyed, curly blonde-haired girl who had cleared the clouds from around my heart and brought light and laughter back to my house. 

After talking with Sidney at the Dumoulin's, the thought of stepping away as a foster parent had lingered in my mind for a day or two. Deep down I knew I couldn’t but it was so hard saying goodbyes over and over again. Knowing that this kind of pain was always waiting somewhere on the horizon. Then I had gotten a call about Maisie. 

She was three and a half and had been living with her grandmother since shortly after her birth. But her grandma had been battling multiple sclerosis for the past few years and had finally reached the point where she just couldn’t handle taking care of the bubbly little girl all the time. On her good days, she could get by but on her bad days, it was just too much. With no other family to step in, she had made the difficult decision to seek alternative care arrangements. Maisie would still get to spend time with her grandmother, she would just be living with me. And the odds that she would end up leaving...well they seemed lower than what I was used to.

The first time I met her my heart just melted. She had been so reluctant to leave her grandma’s side and shy to say hello but once she had a few minutes to assess and observe, she had warmed up to me and begun chattering away. Foster kids, especially those who had been in the system for a while, generally had a hard time letting down their walls. They were often ill-tempered and didn’t trust easily. But with Maisie who had only known a loving home, once she warmed up she was loving and affectionate almost instantly. 

In order to protect Maisie and ease her into things, we’d taken it slow. Starting with me just spending an evening with her and her grandma. Then we’d progressed into an overnight when her grandmother was having a bad day. It was almost Christmas by the time we had transitioned her to living with me while her grandma came to visit as opposed to the other way around. Over the course of a few weeks, Maisie had shared with me all of her favorite things. Her favorite color was purple, her favorite food was mac and cheese, her favorite animal was a cow, and her favorite holiday ever was Christmas. 

Wanting to keep the little girl’s Christmas spirit alive, we did a number of fun holiday things. I had taken her to go meet Santa and we’d driven down to Oglebay to see the lights. We decorated my house with all of the lights and garlands and the tree that I hadn’t expected I’d put up this year while listening to Christmas music. When her grandma came to visit we baked cookies and drank hot chocolate and watched classic Christmas cartoons. Through it all, the smile on Maisie’s face was the real holiday magic. 

And with snow falling outside, now just a few days from Christmas I was starting to finally feel whole again. I couldn’t linger watching the snow as long as I would like though because even on a Sunday, Maisie and I had somewhere to be. 

~~~~

I’d lost track of time lately with my focus being on Maisie’s transition and was working through lunch to try and catch up on documentation paperwork before the weekend when my phone rang on my desk. Seeing ‘Kayla Dumoulin’ flash across the screen, I had closed the file I was working on and picked it up, asking her what was going on and how Brayden was with a smile on my face. She had quickly assured me that her seven-week-old baby boy was doing great and regaled me with his latest little quirk before changing topics. 

“What are you and Maisie doing Sunday afternoon?” She’d questioned. I’d had to rack my brain trying to figure out if we had anything planned but there was nothing I could think of. “I don’t think we have anything going on.” I’d replied, reaching for my water bottle to take a generous drink. 

“Good. Then you can come to PPG and skate with us.” Her declaration had made my heart race and I nearly spit my water across my office. 

“Wait what?” I’d questioned. 

“The team Christmas skate is Sunday. You’re bringing Maisie.” She’d stated, her voice bright and cheery. Pausing for a moment, I’d cleared my throat. 

“I don’t think we’d be invited to that…” 

“I just invited you.” Kayla declared, her tone becoming amused. “So you’re coming with Maisie. Noon. Sunday. PPG. I’ll text you directions on the easiest way to get into the parking garage.” 

Before I’d had the chance to push back, she’d murmured hurriedly that Brayden was waking up and she had to go before hanging up. 

~~~~ As I pulled away from the window looking out at the snow, my phone buzzed on the kitchen island. Checking it, I saw a message from Kayla providing directions into the player garage and reminding me that the skate started at noon and she would see us there. 

Checking the clock, I knew that by the time I got Maisie’s backpack ready with snacks and drinks and got both of us ready after having breakfast that it would be time to get on the road to head to PPG. Moving to the bedroom Maisie had made her own with purple bedding and curtains and artwork taped to every surface, I gently woke her, accepting her good morning hug and laughing when she immediately asked if she could have pancakes for breakfast with snow on them. Maisie loved pancakes with snow, or powdered sugar, on them, and though it was not an everyday breakfast, we could make an exception this morning. 

Breakfast finished, I sent Maisie to brush her teeth and hair while I cleaned up the kitchen and then moved to help her get dressed for the day. Though she wanted to wear a dress, we were going to an ice rink which required warmer clothes. She protested about how the clothes I picked weren’t girly enough, but eventually, she’d relented and got dressed before sitting to play while I got everything else ready to go. 

In my own room, I’d thrown on the outfit I’d picked out last night: jeans, a green shirt, and a red cardigan, an outfit that was simple but Christmassy. Then I moved to pack Maisie’s bag and checked in with her grandma to see how she was feeling today. I frowned hearing that it was another rough day and reminded her that all she had to do was ask if there was anything that she needed. 

With everything ready to go, I moved to get Maisie from her room, interrupting her playtime with a few dolls to get her in boots and a jacket. She repeatedly asked where we were going and I replied that it was a surprise not sure how she would feel about the day’s plans being that she was a somewhat shy little girl. 

In the car, we played Christmas carols with Maisie singing along the whole way as best she could. Driving into downtown never failed to send a wave of emotions through me -  marvel at how pretty the city I lived in was, but also annoyance and stress at navigating to the proper exit and down busy city streets. 

Peeking into the backseat, I could see Maisie’s amazement at all of the big buildings around us from her wide eyes to her fingers gripping the windowsill tightly as she looked out. 

Thankfully, Kayla’s directions had been really helpful and it wasn’t long before I was approaching a garage. There was a security guard there and upon pulling up I gave him my name before being let through. 

Once in a spot, I texted Kayla that we were there and by the time I got Maisie out of her car seat and had her bag draped over my shoulder a familiar voice was calling me with a ‘hey Doc!’. Looking up I spotted Brian and let him pull me into a hug when he approached. 

“You made it!” He greeted smiling his boyish smile. 

“Don’t think your wife was going to give me much of a choice.” I quipped back, causing him to nod and laugh. 

“And you must be Maisie.” He added, squatting down to the level of the three-year-old who was already trying to hide behind the leg of my jeans. ‘She’s a little shy.’ I mouthed to him before urging her that it was okay to say hi. 

“You’re tall.” She whispered softly while taking him in. I could already see that she was going to be a little intimidated by the size of the hockey players she was going to be surrounded by today. 

Brian just smiled however and shrugged saying the view was better from up there. Maisie looked at him with perplexed eyes before looking up at me. 

“Would you like to see?” Brian asked and when Maisie nodded, he turned in front of her, still in a squat, and told her to hop on. After checking with me that it was okay, she climbed onto his shoulders and let out a soft ‘woah’ as he stood bringing her more than six feet into the air. 

With Maisie settled, Brian led us through the halls, bending through doorways to avoid Maisie’s head until we reached the locker room. There was a bustle of activity in the room as he guided us to his stall where there was a few extra pairs of skates. 

“Hey, doc!” A few of the guys greeted as they made their way out to the ice and I acknowledged them with a wave before watching as Brian spoke softly to Maisie explaining hockey skates to her and asking if she wanted to give them a try. 

“That’s why we’re here,” I confirmed when she once again looked to me to check that it was okay. Carefully, Brian helped her get skates on her feet, tying them tightly before he moved to put on his own. 

“You gonna join us doc?” He asked seeing that I was still standing in the middle of the room. 

“Uh maybe later,” I replied. Focused on Maisie, Brian didn’t fight just motioned to the pair of skates beside him for me to at least take out to the bench. 

“We ready?” He asked Maisie and after gathering her on his hip when she nodded, we headed down the tunnel and out to the ice. There, Kayla and a few of the other partners were standing on the bench watching as players and kids and staff all skated around the rink. 

Beside Kayla was a car seat with a baby boy bundled up inside. Giving her a hug as she greeted me, I peeked inside and smiled seeing the baby sleeping despite the hustle and bustle around him. Looking back at the ice I saw that Maisie seemed a little nervous for Brian to put her down. 

“He won’t let you fall,” I assured her softly. “But even if you do, it’s okay. Falling is normal.” 

“I don’t want to,” Maisie murmured. Hoping that we were going to have a meltdown on our hands I tried to think of ways to soothe her. 

“How about we skate just like this. I’ll hold you.” Brian suggested, chuckling softly when Maisie nodded slightly like that would be okay. With the two of them off, I settled down onto the bench just looking around. This was certainly a view. 

~~~~~ Maisie skated with Brian for about twenty minutes before his arms clearly grew tired from holding her and he skated back over to the bench. Distracting Maisie with a snack, Brian disappeared back to the locker room to check on Kayla who had gone to go feed Brayden. 

Maisie and I hadn’t been sitting there long before a broad body skated over, grabbing a bottle of water from the bench before looking up. 

“Doctor Lancaster.” Sidney greeted, his voice a little breathless from playing with all the kids out there. 

“Just Erin.” I reminded him. He nodded and swallowed another swig of water before looking back at me. 

“I didn’t know you’d be here.” He stated. “And who is this?” He asked, his voice growing softer. 

“Kayla can be insistent,” I replied. “This is Maisie.” Again the little blonde next to me played shy and tucked herself into my side. “Maisie this is Sid. He’s friends with Mr. Brian and Miss Kayla.” 

“Have you done any skating Maisie?” Sid asked, leaning against the boards. She just gave a little shrug and I sighed shaking my head at her. 

“She let Brian skate her around but I think she’s a little nervous to skate on her own.” 

“And what about you Erin?” He asked looking down to see that my feet were still in my outdoor boots. 

“She hasn’t skated,” Maisie stated softly, slowly warming up to Sid. 

“Do you think she should?” He asked her, whispering conspiratorily. Maisie paused before nodding looking back and forth between us. 

“How about we make a deal…” He suggested to Maisie. “You come skate with me, I promise you won’t fall, and then we can get Erin on the ice. What do you think?” 

“Promise I won’t fall?” She asked quietly and when Sid nodded she agreed, letting him hoist her over the boards to the ice. 

“Lace-em up.” He murmured to me as he carefully set Maisie down, holding onto her hands before talking her through skating on her own. At first, he did more gentle pulling to propel her but eventually, Maisie started moving her own feet, her lips pouted in concentration. 

I was busy watching her when Kayla and Brian returned, the latter stepping onto the ice with a small bundle pressed against his shoulder just skating tiny circles close to the boards. 

“Is Maisie with Sid?” Kayla asked curiously. “So she won’t skate with Brian but she’ll skate with Sid…oh he’ll get a kick out of that.” She laughed. 

As Sid and Maisie skated past he looked over at me. 

“Are your skates on yet?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow when my face showed that they weren’t. “Come on. If Miss Maisie can do it then so can you.” He prodded until Kayla joined along, pushing me to put the skates beside me onto my feet. 

Maisie skated with Sid for another few minutes before he picked her up and carried her back to the bench, carefully setting her over the boards. 

“You ready?” He asked turning to me. 

“Go, I’ll watch Maisie.” Kayla insisted, gently shoving me to urge me up off the bench. 

Meeting me at the gate, Sid held a hand out to help me onto the ice. My first step was wobbly but solid and I took a deep breath. It had been a long time since I’d been skating, hence why I hadn’t chosen to get on the ice. 

“Relax,” Sidney murmured reaching to take my other hand. His grip was gentle but firm as he slowly glided backward, easing me forward step by step. As the feeling slowly came back to me, he loosened his grip a bit more and we slowly skated around the rink doing first one lap and then another before my skate blade caught in a divot in the ice unexpectedly and my balance tipped flying forward. 

Immediately, an arm wrapped around my waist as I hit a firm chest and Sid’s voice reached my ears assuring me that I was okay. Looking up, Sid’s face was mere inches from mine and his warm brown eyes glinted with concern. Breathing rapidly, I watched as Sid’s eyes flicked down for a moment before meeting mine once more. My heart pounded feeling his body pressed up intimately against him and after a moment I pushed back just a hair before swallowing hard trying to find my voice. 

“I feel like that was my signal to get off the ice.” I declared. “And I really should get Maisie home for a nap.” 

Sid hummed for a minute before nodding and wordlessly pushing me over to the bench. 

“Thanks.” I breathed, stomach doing somersaults. For a minute it looked like he was going to say something but then he just started skating backward, waving to Maisie and thanking her for skating with him. 

I could feel Kayla’s stare as I quickly untied the skate laces and slipped back into my normal shoes. 

Gathering up Maisie’s things from the bench I mentioned getting her home to Kayla and thanked her for inviting us. Wishing them a Merry Christmas, I guided Maisie back to the locker room to change shoes and gather up our coats before we headed back to the garage. 

Even as we stepped back into the cold, my body still felt overheated and I tossed the bag into the car before stepping to help Maisie buckle up. 

Licking my lips, the flash of Sid’s mouth, pink and inviting filled my brain and I mentally shook my head trying to stop my brain from going down that path. It didn’t matter that I was attracted to him, half of Pittsburgh and most of Canada were attracted to him, he was an attractive man after all. He’d only gotten out of a serious relationship a few months ago and he was only being polite. 

As I shut Maisie’s door the sound of the garage door slamming echoed through the garage and as I opened my door rapid footsteps approached. 

As I looked over my shoulder, the rapid footsteps slowed.

“Erin…Erin wait.” A voice called out, correction, Sidney’s voice called out. 

Pausing, a million thoughts ran through my brain all at once before vanishing into an abyss. 

By the time Sidney had reached me, his hands were in his pockets and an unreadable expression was settled on his face. 

Neither of us spoke and then he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. 

“Shit.” He mumbled. “I’m really not good at this.” His sandal-covered feet scuffed against the floor of the garage. 

“I uh…would you maybe want to grab dinner with me sometime…or lunch even if you’d prefer that.” He questioned. 

It took everything in me for my jaw to not hit the floor and I blinked a few times. Was he asking me out? It certainly sounded like he was asking me out. 

“Are you asking me out?” 

Sidney stared for a moment before nodding. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He added quickly, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. 

“No…I…yes…dinner would be better,” I stated. 

“Great!” Sid stated, a smile growing on his face. “I uh…you should get Maisie home for her nap, I’ll get your number from Kayla if that’s okay and give you a call?” 

Nodding, I froze as Sidney took a step closer, his lips moving to press a quick kiss to my cheek. 

“It was good to see you again Erin.” He whispered softly, his voice warm. “Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas Sid.”

Outfit: 

#sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #pittsburgh penguins #pittsburgh penguins imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #ppenguins #019

[istherewifiinhell]

Dumb as hell they didnt air this show weekly ppl could have been fighting for their LIVES in the forums to prove this was hinting at nightshade's transformerdom specific tran-ness for a whole MONTH. You would take away that sweet sweet internet argument winner vindication? from TF FANS??

[VD: Transformers Earthspark clip of Thrash and Nightshade Malto speaking outside the Malto family barn. Thrash has silver/white plating, a blue face, copper detailing, like the goggles on his helm, and wheel rims by his knees. Nightshade is maybe 1.5 times his height, in their white/grey/blue protoform.

[Hashtag and Twitch in alt mode, purple van, red drone, respective, passing by the screen from previous scene]

Nightshade placing down some children's objects, peting the head of a plushie. Smiles.

Thrash steps around the corner of the barn: Okay, no pressure! I know you keep changing the subject cause you... don't wanna talk about alt-modes. But! There's still plenty your big bro can show you! Like, Fluffy Ears! [He gestures to present Fluffy Ears, a baby cow, who trots out and moos]

Nightshade, palming their cheeks, gasping: There is no more perfect name in the human language! [They kneel to play with Fluffy Ears' ears]

Thrash: Yeah! She is pretty cute!

Nightshade: Is she... also apart of our family?

Thrash: I mean... Basically?

Nightshade grasps both of Thrash's hands in theirs, and shakes them largely and emphatically enough he has to go on tip toes: I'm so glad you told me, this changes everything! Thank you Thrash. [They drop his hands to pick up Fluffy Ears, who moos, twice]

Thrash, baffled: Sure! Iffff you like cows, just wait till I teach you more earth stuff... Like... [He dashes out of frame, grabs Nightshade's collection of play things] How to juggle!

Nightshade turning from where they'd been walking away. Amused emphasis: Uh huh, and what can my big brother teach me about load bearing timbers? [Fluffy Ears moos]

Thrash: What? [Pausing juggling in his confusing, the items all fall on his head]

END

#some shit #its not called cisformers #[one point five his height. also known as. A thrash and an a half feet tall] #if its not clear how this is tf specifc tranness please hold im im CRAFTING an experience here #also hi thrash youve been in the prev clips but u hadnt done anything yet ahfdbgdafh #LOOK AT MY BABY! [<- told u] i adorreeeee his design. OUGH the colour scheme. tremendous. HIS GOGGLES. inspired. #[as i say. boy motorcycle tfs exist. just not in the same media where their being WEIRD abt the girl ones] #famibly <3 #i had fun describing the baby cow in the sillyest way i could within the bounds #trans bird saga

[solthesilly]

okay. full cult of the lamb experience i guess

long post btw

I originally had a normal mode save called cult of easter because i got it on easter. (loud incorrect buzzer, i got it one week before easter)

my favorite follower was a regular chicken with a moon necklace named punaon, who was really great.

at one point my faith was extremely low so i did a bunch of stuff to try to make it better, but then i did a fast because i got confused and thought it would improve faith, because i thought my faith was still very low. shunbhscbhwjd i m stupid

i had a follower named camelia who fell in love with one named pabreon who was a coward. u could do so much better camelia.

that save file ended up sucking and i had a skill issue when fighting leshy so i quit and made a save file called cult of the joy on easy mode which went WAY better.

I beat leshy, thinking I'd immediately get him as a follower, and was SUPER disappointed when i found out i had to beat the whole game first.

I went to anura and made my way through really easily, then met sozo wowie!

hes great

lmao anyway i beat heket on my second try and sozo died a bit after that unsuprisingly so i took the mushroom and planted it, and honestly, i wish i knew nothing about the game at the time because it wouldve made it so much more fun when he popped out of the ground like a zombie and ate all my mushroom crops then proceeded to run around and do a dance for no reason.

oh yeah and at some point during that i married arljumer, a green cow with a nose ring thingy :)

i went to anchordeep and kallamar immediately chose to make my wife sick fuck you kallamar

then plague oooooooooo!!!!

anyway i got really stressed about beating kallamar but then won really easily because easy mode

silk cradle wow!

arljumer died :(

uhhhh yeah at some point i got a follower i named gorpgorper who was cowardly but lost that trait soon after, and then i married them woaah!!

i gave them a skull necklace and made them my disciple a bit after that :)

anyway, i also had rain world themed followers.

Looks to the moon was a blue hedgehog i think

Five pebbles was a pink pangolin (i think thats the right creature??) who got ascended lmao

and Seven Red Suns was a yellow deer with red markings on his head.

unfortunately, srs was chosen as the follower for me to fight so lmao rip

OH YEAH AND THE BABIES I FORGOT

i immediately made the mating tent and hatchery because why not and the first baby was a little caterpillar named uhhh hold on i forgot

i could just edit the forgetting part out but i wont. muahahahah anyway the baby was a descendant of leshyn’t (green deer) and albrear (brown hedgehog with purple markings) and turned into a caterpillar. which makes no sense.

and also there was a purple lemur named murtaugh (someone watching me play suggested that name, and said I should name the next one Riggs)

so I did that. it was one of those abomination kids (the ones with the fucked up mouths on their heads and stuff I mean)

yeah. babies

Anyway I beat shamura and narinder In one night and both stressed me out a LOT

my hands were buzzing when i beat shamura and vibrating by the time i was done fighting narinder.

then narinder was in my cult!! woahHhh!

he eventually fell in love with sozo and then with a deer named haar and had a nice polyamorous relationship for a while before haar died. rip

then i got leshy as a follower, and soon after gorpgorper died of old age, so i married leshy & gave him a gold skull necklace

then got heket, kallamar, and shamura and gave them all skull necklaces.

kallamar has the hot tempered trait and would only fight his siblings and sozo, and then had a kid with the hot tempered trait (yes i picked that one on purpose its just funny when they fight okay im not a psychopath i swear) who only fought narinder. his name is okayyeah and i think hes still alive lol?? hes a yellow abomination follower and i think a disciple but im not fully sure.

also, KALLAMAR KILLED SOZO. AUYJAHYJUBAJB THEYRE ENEMIES NOW BTW BUT FOR SOME REASON KALLAMAR IS OKAY WITH SOZO AND SOZO HATES KALLAMAR

but anyway okayyeah ended up winning in a fight against narinder lmfao

leshy became a disciple

i revived gorpgorper and arljumer, and they were all just fine with that and leshy + gorpgorper had a baby named pearl and gorpgorper + arljumer had a baby named seashell.

then i married a moth named maple, which ruined all of it and made the code work properly so now all my spouses hate eachother :(

then arljumer and maple died :(

anyway yeah thats about it for now cuz im tired of writing

#cult of the lamb #cotl #:3 #cotl info #silly #goober #cult of the lamb info

[webkinztournament]

Round 3 Summary

There were 309 pets divided into 155 polls. 4 of those pets were added this round. Here are some of the more interesting notes.

Winners will be listed first and marked in bold.

Biggest Sweeps

Rainbow Rascal 85.1% / Lil Orange Weremonster 14.9%

Golden Retriever 82.8% / British Bulldog 17.2%

Siamese Cat 82.2% / Lil Purple Weremonster 17.8%

Tied Pets

Koala / Cloud Sheep

Highest Participation

Bat / Jackalope 527 votes

Gromit Mug (Joke Entry) / Milk Chocolate Cow 462 votes

Pink Googles / Signature Horse 346 votes

Most polls ended with around 180 votes each towards the beginning of the round and 140 votes each towards the end.

Other Fun Stuff

Baby Bison is the only new pet this round still remaining. All 3 Lil Weremonsters were eliminated in sweeps.

13 out of 28 cats with 'cat' in their name were eliminated.

Lil Trouble Toad is the only pet from a seasonal trio to remain.

#POP2023 #POP2023R3 #round summary #Webkinz

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I Want To Be Called Something Else-Bubbles/Croz

Summary: Just a cute Drabble of Croz coming out to Bubbles in middle school!!

WC: 440

C/W: Croz gets dead named (not malicious)

MOTA Masterlist!

Croz paced his bedroom nervously, Bubbles on his way for their normal Saturday night sleepover. They’d been doing them weekly since they were seven. They were best friends and had best friend necklaces to show it. Croz had the purple half and Bubbles had the pink half.

But Croz needed to be truthful, he told Bubbles that he wasn’t sure if he was a girl and asked to use more masculine terms towards him when they were 10. Now they’re 12 and in middle school and he thought his head would explode if he had to hear someone call him Grace one more time.

“Gracie!” His parents called, alerting that Bubbles probably had just gotten dropped off. He made his way down the hall and into the entryway. The red head boy with a backpack on and holding his sleeping bag and pillow under one arm and his stuffed cow in the other.

“Do you guys wanna do pizza tonight?” Mrs. Crosby asked.

“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks mom.” Croz blurted and grabbed Bubbles arm dragging him down the hall to his room.

“Everything alright?” Bubbles set his stuff down on his bed.

“Can I ask you something? But you can’t tell anyone, okay?” Croz shut the door quietly sitting down on his desk chair.

“Yeah, for sure, what’s up?”

“Um, I, uh…I don’t wanna go by Grace anymore…it just doesn’t feel right. I don’t know what I want to go by I just don’t want to be Grade anymore.” Croz stared at the floor his over grown bangs hanging in his face.

“Okay, uh, why don’t I call you Croz all the time till you find somethin’ you like? We can look at baby naming websites later?” Bubbles took a step forward and brushed some of Croz’s tangled long hair out of his eyes, tucking some hair behind his ear.

Croz turned bright red, “Really?”

“Yeah…you’re my best friend…do you want to use different pronouns?” For the last few years Bubbles had been using they/she interchangeably trying to use as many masculine or gender queer terms with him.

“Yeah, I’m thinking of he/him. But not in front of my parents? I just don’t want to tell them yet.”

“Of course,” Bubbles hugged him, “Thank you for telling me…it means a lot, truly. Let me know what I can do to make you comfortable.”

“Thank you, it’s been on my mind for a while and I was just too scared to tell anyone.” Croz rested his head on Bubbles shoulder keeping his arms around him.

“I love you, Croz. I mean it.”

“I love you too.”

#masters of the air #mota #bubbles x crosby #modern au #trans!croz #harry crosby #bubbles payne

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I'm feeling kinda down for some reason. Have any happy or fun stories to share?

Aaaw, I’m sorry you’re feeling down, Anon. I think I got a story or two that will hopefully cheer you up.

Story #1 - When Cassie was like 2 or 3, I introduced her to The Lion King. It’s my favorite Disney movie; I had to.

She loved it. More specifically, she loved the first like 5 minutes of it. The Circle of Life, because it showed all the animals. You’d have thought it was as good as a zoo trip. She’d point to the screen and shout the name of the animals. She got a little bit confused, of course, like she called the wildebeest a cow and the antelope as reindeer. Close enough since she was little, but whatever.

And she loved baby Simba. Every time he came on screen, she’d tell me, “He’s so cute, Daddy!” And she’d giggle every time he sneezed and go “Aaaaaawwwww.” I mean, I really can tell you word for word her Circle of Life commentary. As soon as the song was over, she’d clap excitedly and go, “Again!” We’d only watch the Circle of Life at least 4 times in a row.

There was also one time where I held her up like Rafiki does with Simba, and she was giggling so hard through the whole thing and kept squirming. She thought it was the best thing ever.

Story #2 - Fast forward to my house arrest era. Cassie was over for the weekend, and Luis had just eaten a large, satisfying meal and fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie. I mean, this dude was out.

And he’s a heavy sleeper too. The heaviest I’ve ever met. He has one of those alarm clocks that the loud and obnoxious ship’s foghorn that would wake me up on the other side of the house back in the day. And it took at least five minutes of it to blare before it finally pulled Luis out of sleep. It was awful.

Anyway where was I? Oh yeah! So anyway, Luis is asleep and Cassie and I were feeling kinda bored and restless, and for us? That equals trouble. And since I have a good set of art supplies, that can equal trouble too. We gave Luis a full face paint job, and Cassie painted his nails light purple. I think that’s lilac or lavender or whatever, you get the idea. He slept through all of that. And then some.

When he finally woke up, he went to the bathroom first, right? I can still hear Luis’s scream in my head. I wish I could play it for you honestly 😂😂.

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #anon asks #headcanon #funny stories #cassie lang #peanut #luis #mcu luis #the lion king #ant man #antman