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would you ever write a fake dating au? i feel especially for steddie it’s such a good trope
ooohohoho. in a one shot format, yes. not sure if i'd have the patience to do a full fic (unless they end up hooking up fr fr partway through) but this is just because i like writing smut :( :(
fake dating steddie rec here - throw your dice (take your chance), almost complete. persie's eddie characterization is my lifeblood.
❤︎ LANE BLACK KETTLE | The Off-Gridder [they/them]
Age: 25
Ethnicity: Aamsskáápipikani [Montana Blackfoot]
Height: 6'2/187 cm
Born outside of the so-called "last bastions of humanity," Lane has a unique and nuanced perspective on post-apocalyptia. They're in City 17 possibly illegally, definitely as a fugitive, and they're looking for something -- or someone. They'll stop at nothing, but will you help them? Adaptable, impulsive, hot-headed.
Flavor of romance: The Outsider, enemies to lovers, snark as a love language.
❤︎ MATTHEW "MATTIE" SORENSON | The Genius [he/him]
Age: 27
Ethnicity: White [USAmerican]
Height: 5'10/177 cm
Having spent his entire life inside City 17, Mattie knows very little about the world outside the Walls. A computer genius and mathematician, Mattie is the world's foremost expert on Giants. Still, he isn't content to rest on his laurels. He wants to fix humanity's mistakes -- and you're going to help him. A case of tethered spinal cord syndrome requires him to use an electric wheelchair. Egotistical, charismatic, jovial.
Flavor of romance: The Insider, competing egos, saving the world (and each other).
LUKA MARIK | The Creator [he/him]
Age: 49
Ethnicity: White [Polish]
Height: 5'11/180 cm
The greatest scientist in the world, co-founder of the Rider Initiative, your creator, the Alpha and Omega -- or so he'd have you believe. His complicated feelings for Rider have left him grief-riddled for ten years. Originally, he created the mechs that helped humanity -- now he develops the Rider clones that continue his life's work. Obsessive, melancholic, introverted.
a/n: god he's so cute. one year later and i still am in l o v e with you sir. (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: pregnancy, it's baby popping time ( part 2 the electric bugaloo )
goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)
When she was pregnant with Nikki, they were prepared. Things were done with around the sixth month, which was the plan for the twins as well, they’d get things ready by the sixth month and then worry forward…which when he checked his phone, he noticed that right now, past midnight, she was already in the six months area.
But it was still early.
He inhales shakily while holding Nicole to his chest, eyes forward, face blank of any emotion as he tried to understand what just happened. The doctors,while surprised to hear about the labor, reassured Rooster that she’d be fine…except she’d be alone this time.
It’d be a c-section, its what they told him, and his eyes met Beatrice’s who just stared back up at him horrified, so scared and still feeling small. He reached for her hand, holding her fingers only for her touch to slip away from his when they rolled her into the room. He’d be able to get in there once it was safe.
He called everyone, the guys,Mav,Bea’s parents, her siblings…everyone was aware. Bea’s mother almost fainted over the phone and Maverick did end up breaking something, he heard it…and now he was in the room, with Nikki,waiting for Beatrice’s mother to come because he wasn’t allowed in the room with Bea.
It was an emergency c-section after all.
He looks up when he hears footsteps approaching, soon enough Maverick’s panting face appears on the door, “Rooster.” he breathes out, “Sorry,I came as fast as I could, how’s Bea?”
“She’s having the c-section now.”
He nods, looking to his nephew and grand-niece, “And you?”
Rooster looked away from Maverick, the weight of what was happening clinging on his shoulders, “...I’m fuckin’ terrified.” he whispers, “It’s too early,Mav.”
Maverick puts a comforting hand on Rooster's shoulder, understanding the fear and worry that must be consuming him. "I know, Rooster," he says softly, "But the doctors are doing everything they can to take care of Bea and the babies. She's in good hands."
Rooster nods, his grip on Nicole tightening slightly as he tries to keep himself together. "I know," he says, his voice trembling, "It's just...it's too early. I thought we had more time, you know?"
Maverick squeezes his shoulder reassuringly, "I know." he says, holding back the ‘so am I’ "It's a scary situation, but you have to trust the doctors. They know what they're doing, and they'll do everything they can to make sure Bea and the babies are safe."
"I know," Rooster repeats, taking a deep breath, "I just wish I could be in there with her." he looks at the door she’d roll in any second now, “...I know I have to stay with Nikki,” if his daughter could sense the uneasiness,she wasn’t showing it, too busy with her teething ring.
"I know you do," Maverick says, "But sometimes, all we can do is wait and trust that things will be okay. Bea is strong, and so are those babies. They'll get through this." he sighed, sitting down on the other chair in the room,clasping his hands together, “You called anyone else?”
“I called everyone.”
“Hm,alright…am I the first one here?” Rooster nods, “Alright.”
“I thought Penny was with you.” his nephew says, looking back at Maverick, “You two are living together after all.”
Maverick smiles while holding Nicole’s little hand, his eyes on her, “She was at the bar tonight.” he explains, making Rooster give him a confused look, “She thinks something is off, so she was checking the cameras with Jessie and Shells.”
“Oh,I see.” Rooster was glad they could have this conversation, he was glad he could ease his brain the best he could. He had no idea how long she’d be inside, they got in the hospital about ten minutes ago and since then it’s been radio silence. “...we didn’t even finish the nursery?”
“Hm?”
“The twins’ nursery.” he whispers, “She finished painting it, but…the cribs, everything, it’s still empty.”
Maverick reaches over to pat Rooster's shoulder, offering a comforting gesture once he lets go of Nicole’s hand. "Don't worry about that right now," he says gently, "The nursery can wait, and we'll all pitch in to help you get it ready when the time is right."
Rooster furrows his brows, “You don’t have to do that." he says, but his uncle just smirks, patting his shoulder again. Rooster,knowing he can’t win this, ends up taking a deep breath, "I just can't help but feel like I should have been more prepared."
"You are prepared," Maverick reassures him, "You and Bea have been preparing for this moment since you found out she was pregnant again. You've been taking great care of her and Nikki, and you'll do the same for the twins." he pauses, “So they came a bit early, that’s fine. They’d still be here, even now.”
“...do you know how big five month babies are?” Rooster asks, holding his hands apart while holding Nicole with the inside of his arm against his chest, “This big…hell they can be smaller than my hands.” he clenches his fists, then closes his eyes, burying his nose on Nicole’s hair, trying to find comfort with the little toddler, “I…”
“It’s okay,Rooster.”
He was going on a spiral. He was feeling guilty and angry with himself, and Nicole was noticing it. She was looking back at him, her tiny hands touching his face, “Dada?’ she calls, “Woops?” and that makes a smile appear on his face, even if his heart feels so immensely heavy.
“Dada is fine,” he kisses her tiny palm, then nuzzles her cheek, “Dada is worried about mama.” and he sighs into her hair, then arches his brows before muttering, “I need some coffee,can you hold her for a bit?” As if he needed to ask, his uncle immediately grabbed Nicole from his lap and walked around the room,showing the different things there enough to keep her distracted.
Rooster stands up and inhales. Deeply. He rolls his neck, then his shoulders as if to break the ‘ick’ that was on his body,digging his hands into his pockets as he walks out of the room to the hospital’s cafeteria. He sees a few patients coming in, a few other mothers and some couples, as he walks slowly on the hallway.
He feels heavy.
And every step echoes.
It’s like he’s moving in slow motion in a movie, but he knows he’s not. This was real life and his wife was undergoing an emergency c-section and he has no idea if she’s okay or not. When he reaches the cafeteria, which honestly felt like a blink of an eye, he looks around until he finds the coffee machine, tucked in the corner, almost hidden. He doesn’t know why, but hospital coffee was always delicious to him.
Whenever he came with his mother, he’d go through four cups of these while chewing on some biscuits. His mother’s treatment lasted a few minutes, so when he was done, he’d walk around the hospital and see the surroundings…it helped his mind and his heart. As he fills his cup, he wonders if that’s what he’s feeling right now: the shadow of a memory, the fear of entering the hospital and waiting for news.
Rooster takes a moment to collect himself, taking slow, deep breaths as he sips his coffee. He knows he needs to stay strong for Beatrice and their babies, but he can't help the overwhelming emotions that are swirling inside him.
He glances at his phone, checking the time, “...only thirty minutes? Fuck.”. The wait feels excruciating, and he can't help but feel helpless at this moment. He wishes he could do more, but all he can do now is wait and hope for the best.
As he stands in the cafeteria, he recalls the words of Maverick, reminding him that he and Beatrice have been preparing for this moment. He knows they have a strong support system, and he takes some comfort in that thought. He knows they are not alone in this journey, and they have family and friends who care deeply about them.
With his coffee in hand, he takes a deep breath and starts walking back towards the recovery room. He shouldn’t be surprised when he hears the loud voices in the hallway, his smile widening because he knows that everyone else is there.
And indeed everyone was. Bea’s siblings and her parents, alongside the Dagger Squad, all of them sitting outside the room as he sees Maverick talking to them from the door. It was Evelyn who notices hims first, doing a double take then touching Jake’s shoulder to warn him, “Rooster–”
“Bradley!” Claudia walks through the group and meets him, wrapping him into a tight,motherly hug that only his mother in law could give. She cups the back of his head, he has to lower himself a bit so it’s comfortable for her to touch him, “Oh my bambino, is she okay? What happened?”
“I…honestly,Claudia I don’t know, they just…” he shrugged, “Wanted to come out?”
His mother in law eased out a gentle laugh, it was tense and he could see it in her eyes, but she smiled nonetheless. When she met his eyes, her eyebrows lowered and her hands cupped his cheeks, “Bambino, you know neither of you are at fault because of this,right?”
Rooster takes a moment to process Claudia's words, feeling the weight of her reassurance and support. He nods slowly, smiling at her "I know," he says softly, "But it's just...hard not to feel guilty, you know? I keep thinking maybe I missed something, or I should have done something differently."
Claudia smiles warmly at him, her hands still holding his cheeks. "It's natural to feel that way," she says, "But you have been doing everything you can for Beatrice and the babies. Sometimes, things happen that are beyond our control. What's important now is that we support each other and stay strong as a family. Okay?"
Rooster's eyes welled up with tears as he looked into Claudia's caring gaze. "Thank you," he says, his voice choked with emotion, "I uh…she went into surgery thirty minutes ago."
“When we had Beatrice, it lasted a bit more than that.” Rafael’s deep voice says from behind Claudia and the Schiavoni patriarch hugs his son-in-law just like Claudia did, “She’ll be okay.” he says softly, shaking his shoulder with a small grin, “They’ll be fine,Bradley.”
“I…I know.” he says quietly, clearing his throat before looking behind his in-laws, “Did you all…come here together?”
“Sort of,” Phoenix replies, “Jake called all of us and we just rushed over…so yes?”
“We’ll be here for you guys.” Payback smiles, giving his friend a thumbs up, “Don’t worry about it,Rooster.
And for a brief second, the weight lifted completely.
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She comes back an hour later, sleeping and quietly snoring as she’s rolled back into the room. Rooster stands up to look at the nurses, his mouth parting as he follow Beatrice with his eyes, “...is…are they all okay?”
The nurse smiles at Rooster, fixing Beatrice’s covers once she’s back into the room. "Yes, they're all doing well," she says, "The twins are in the neonatal intensive care unit, but they are stable and receiving the best care. Your wife did great during the surgery, and she's in recovery now."
Rooster lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Thank you," he says, "Thank you for taking care of them."
The nurse nods, "Of course, it's our job. And we'll make sure to keep you updated on their progress."
Rooster looks over at Beatrice, sleeping soundly, and then back at the nurse. "Thank you,I…I’ll be with her a bit but can I see them after?” she smiles more, nodding at him and cooing at Nicole when she followed the nurse with her eyes, saying ‘bye bye’ once she was out of the room.
And Rooster dropped on the chair after a few seconds trying to remain upright, with his left hand covering his eyes. He allowed the silence to take over, his family and friends had to leave since it was already late - not after Claudia got him a change of clothes, of course and taking Nicole to stay with her and Rafael for the time being - and Beatrice’s quiet breathing was the only thing he could hear.
He didn’t know if he wanted to cry or he wanted to laugh…or both. His body was still tense from everything, his shoulder muscles hurt immensely, like when you sleep in a bad position for hours and wake up feeling like you were run over by a car. Except he didn’t sleep.
Rooster takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to release some of the tension in his body. He knows he needs to stay strong for Beatrice and the twins, but it's hard to keep his emotions in check after such an intense and emotional day.
He feels a mix of exhaustion, fear, and overwhelming love for his family. He reaches out and gently takes Beatrice's hand in his, giving it a light squeeze, rubbing her knuckles. "I love you,gorgeous." he whispers softly, though he knows she can't hear him.
He stays by her side, keeping a watchful eye on her as she rests, waiting for any news from the medical staff about their twins. The minutes feel like hours, and he finds himself drifting in and out of anxious thoughts, that and the obvious need to sleep.
After what seems like an eternity, a nurse comes into the room to check on Beatrice. She smiles warmly at Rooster, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Did she wake up?” he shakes his head negatively, “Ah,it’s alright, it was a long surgery, she needs the rest.” and she leans over to check her vitals, all the while Rooster watches from a few inches away, crossing his arms over his chest since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.
The nurse finishes her check-up and nods approvingly. "Her vitals look good," she says, "She's just in a deep sleep right now, which is completely normal after surgery. She'll wake up when her body is ready."
Rooster nods, chewing his lower lip as his hand comes up to rub his neck. He knows Beatrice needs her rest, but he can't help but worry about her and the twins. “That’s good…that’s good.”
The nurse smiles at the tender moment and gives Rooster a reassuring pat on the back. "You're doing great," she says, "Both of you are. The twins are receiving excellent care in the NICU and let me tell you, your little girl? I think she’s the spunky one of the bunch."
"Oh," Rooster says softly, his voice choked with emotion, "Really?"
The nurse chuckles softly, "Oh yes, she's got quite the personality already. I had the pleasure of checking on both of them earlier, and she’s a little wriggly worm. Your little boy is a bit quieter, but he’s still moving."
Rooster can't help but smile at the image the nurse paints of his babies. His heart feels so much lighter. They are moving, god they are moving already. "And…they are okay? Healthy wise,I mean.”
“Well,” she fixes Beatrice’s gown before looking back at him, “They are preemies, which means we need to keep an eye on them until they can leave. Five month preemies are rare, but not uncommon.” she smiles, “Honestly, your twins are the most active ones I’ve seen in a while and I’ve worked here for over twenty years now.”
“Oh,huh,that’s.” a fucking relief, “That’s great. So nothing out of the ordinary?��
“Nothing we could see,” she says while sliding her hands into her scrubs’ pants, “They are asleep now, so they are mimicking their mama.” she smiles back at Beatrice, then turns her head to Rooster, “Would you like to see them?”
He opens his mouth to say yes, he wants to say yes, but his eyes slowly drop to Beatrice. If she wakes up and he’s not there, he’s scared she might not be okay with it…plus,he’d want to see the twins with her, if he was able to do so.
"Thank you for offering," Rooster says to the nurse, "But I want to wait until Beatrice wakes up. It's important for both of us to see them together."
The nurse smiled understandingly, "Of course, that's completely understandable. Take your time, and when you're both ready, I'll be happy to take you to the NICU to see them."
Rooster nods again, giving the nurse a thankful little grin as he watches as she leaves the room. Rooster, once alone again, falls back on the chair and holds his head on his hands, breathing into his palms, “...they are okay.” he mumbles, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “They are okay,god, they are okay.” Beatrice makes a little noise in her throat and turns her head towards him, her fingers twitching and he could swear he heard her soft whisper of ‘Brad…’
“Are you awake?” He questions but he gets no reply, only seeing her chest move up and down, eyelids fluttering as she dreams. No, she’s still fast asleep. He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch light and tender.
He leans in closer, speaking softly to her, "I'm right here, Bea," he murmurs, "You did great, and the twins are doing well too. I love you so much." He places a gentle kiss on her forehead, the little smile on her face - even in her sleep - was the confirmation she heard him. He sighs, now he was the one feeling sleep take over him, he knows he has to sleep so he could be there for Bea when she wakes up…so he pulls the chair closer to the bed, lets his eyes flutter shut and holds her hand as he, much like Bea, fall on a deep slumber.
𝑨𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒂-a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety, especially as an ongoing condition of soul-fulfilling attainment; unconditional tranquility
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔
Ataraxia Verse, Atx Asks, Asks towards the boys directly are on @atiny-crew-musings
𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐:
Ataraxia, abbreviated as "Atx" for short, is a new universe, focused around ateez as various 'monsters'. The idea grew from a commission from @jacksons-goddess-gaia and thanks to her and @little-lazuli, along with some interested anons, has grown into a wider, expanded universe, and this post is to help us get to know our players a bit better. This post is in no way finalized and changes may apply, especially as more works are added.
An important note: The characters in this universe are polyamorous and queer. Just because there are some 'x reader insert' works in the series does not negate from the overarching theme of this being Polyteez.
Eye renders below were done by me (7/8) and @doodles-and-teacups (1/8-Mingi's were rendered by them, thank you again, Mickey!)
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Hongjoong-Ocean Vengence
Faka’ita fai ki tahi
Anger bestowed on the sea.-Tongan
Race: (Reborn) Seaborn-Once a Human, Now a Siren
Height: 6’1, 6’5 in Seaborn Form in Water
Age: 23 When human, 85 currently
Appearance: Blue hair, deep brown eyes, appears black from afar. From his forearm down and calves down to his feet in humanoid form, they are black with small, speckled scales along his skin that glitter depending on when it is hit by the light. In Seaborn form, he has the tail of an orca. His dorsal side is sleek and solid black while his ventral side is white.
Weapons: Aside from his fangs and claws, Hongjoong's signature method of inflicting damage is to slam his tail against the ribcage of his enemies, often trying to break their ribs and puncture their lungs from the force of the hits. On land, he uses neon knives gifted to him by a particular Entity.
Personality: Hongjoong is one of the more cynical of the core eight men of this universe. He is guarded and fairly quick to anger. Despite this, he has become an exemplary leader in the village where he and Seonghwa live. Hongjoong would do anything for his seven and his village and is incredibly perceptive when it comes to reading the movements of potential enemies and planning counterattacks according to his findings.
Scent:
Home: Talavou, the village steadily growing in the depths of a series of islands in the Eastern Hemisphere of the world. Once very small, holding a population of only one thousand or so Seaborn and Reborns, now it has grown and neighboring areas have developed alongside the central village that are all under the same jurisdiction.
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Seonghwa- Seafoam Kismet
Papata pē, ka na’e lalanga
It may be coarse in texture but it was woven.-Tongan
Race: Seaborn (Angelfish)
Height: 7’, 8’ in Seaborn Form in Water
Age: 177
Appearance: Soft, silken blonde hair, green eyes (change with emotions). His forearm down to his hands and his calves down to his feet are covered in an ombre platinum to blue. Several patches of scales will appear on his skin depending on his emotions/if he's injured and trying to protect himself from sustaining more injuries. He has a scar on his shoulder and on his abdomen after a Certain Incident. In his Seaborn Form, he has a magnificent tail holding some qualities from some ocean angelfish. His tail now has thick brown stripes starting along the midway point. Between these stripes, orange and yellow dots litter the spaces. The end of his tail is solid black with a single, vibrant electric blue stripe along the flowy fan of his tail. His hands have claws that can tear through skin and crush bone.
Powers: Hydrokinesis, Swift Swimming, Glow-in-the-Dark Scales, Vocal Manipulation, Hypnosis
Weapons: Unlike his Talavoutian Captain, Seonghwa does not use any outside weapons when he fights. He prefers to use his own brute strength and his primary method of ending conflict is to tear the hearts out of his enemies.
Personality: Despite his often snarky banter with Hongjoong, Seonghwa is fiercely loyal and would do anything for the people he loves. He tends to put himself in danger trying to protect weaker entities, and this is why he primarily lives on the shore nearby the village instead of living in it-protecting sea turtles and helping them hatch and make it into the water without any of them being eaten by predators. Despite his handsome, princely appearance, he is one of the easiest to make flustered and unfortunately (for him), his emotions are broadcasted on full display thanks to his scales and his eyes. While incredibly intelligent, he is surprisingly aloof and often loses track of time, leading to him getting scolded by the other members of The Fold for not visiting them as much as he should be.
Scent: Sea salt, Vanilla + coconut undertones
Home: Despite being a native of Talavou, Seonghwa primarily lives on the nearest island to the village. This island has no name, yet.
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Yunho-Magma Sentinel
Ng ko er a belochel, el mesengei otelochel e suebek
Like a pigeon seeing the danger, yet it flies from cover. (Palauan)
Race: Hellhound
Height: 7’5 in Hellhound Canine Form, 9’ in Humanoid Form
Age: 666 Years Old
Appearance: In his Hellhound form, Yunho stands taller than a horse. His appearance is based off of a Tibetan Mastiff, and as such, he has a coat full of dense, thick black furr. His paws are bigger than that of a bear's. He has two, circular markings above his eyes resembling eye brows that are made from red fur and has a patch of fur along his chest, stomach, the bottoms of his paws, and the underside of his tail where all of the fur is deep crimson. In this form, his fangs are so massive, they can be seen even when his mouth is shut. In his bipedal 'human' form, he stands at 9 feet tall, and his eyes retain their deep, blazing color as they are when he is in his hound form. When he is angered, his eyes blaze, and as a result of it, he has permanent burn marks in the corner of his eyes despite his ears being downcast in his hound form, they are upright in his humanoid form. His tail is the same size as it is in his hound form. He doesn't have an under or overbite in this form, but his canines are just as sharp. His tongue is a vibrant red and orange because of his ability to spit fire and magma, but he can control the temperature so it doesn't harm anyone if he doesn't intend it to. Yunho's wrists, ankles, and his neck are littered in scars, memories of a past imprisonment when he was a few centuries younger.
Powers: Magma and fire manipulation (from his mouth, his hands/paws), Yunho's fire is so hot it can continuously burn one's spirit even after they are dead. He has the strongest ability to track scents of all of the boys in The Fold and can even breathe underwater and track there, too. Because of his ability to manipulate heat, he can technically 'fly' by running on air. His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Mingi's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.
Weapons: Yunho doesn't use any items for weapons. In both of his forms, his claws and teeth emit either lava or fire depending on how concentrated it is, or how angry he is. He uses his massive body to knock enemies off of their feet and tends to aim for the jugular when it comes to larger entities.
Personality: Hellhounds are, by nature, quite competitive and combative. While Yunho is not as overtly as aggressive as some of his peers, his hostility comes out in a full show of force when those he cares about are in any form of danger and/or distress. Aside from that, he tends to be a standout compared to other Hounds. He is kind most of the time, often offering his services to struggling couples in order to help incubate their eggs. Because of this, he has been essential in the population boom in Talavou and has helped many of the guppies of Seaborn come into being. Because of a certain incident in his past, he is exceptionally gentle with children and often offers himself up when it comes to looking after them. If any children in his care were to become threatened or frightened by any opposing forces, Yunho would respond with EXTREME prejudice. Despite any preconceived notions about his nature, Yunho goes out of his way to be gentle with those weaker than him and because of that, he is often called upon to be a guardian watchdog for traveling caravans of monsters and spirits alike.
Scent: amber + geranium, smoked wood when enraged
Home: Born from fire and flame, Yunho lives in the Underworld, in a section known as the Crimson Fields. This area is where many Hellhounds reside, and it is, in its own right, a massive open village. It has areas designated for any battles, as Hellhounds tend to be on the more aggressive end, by nature. Yunho has a cabin of his own that he built by hand, and lives on the outskirts. He prefers to live with his seven, though, and will spend most of his time not in the Crimson Fields visiting Velvet Elysium-the Succubus/Incubus colony Jongho was born in, Talavou-the Siren village, The Whetū Faewilds-Yeosang's Home, or in San and Mingi’s Den in Serein Mountain.
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Yeosang- Wildwood Lex Talionis
Air tenang menghanyutkan
Don’t think there are no crocodiles because the water runs calm.-Indonesian
Race-Faerie, ???
Height: 6’5
Age: ?????
Appearance: Yeosang is the tallest fae in his village, standing abnormally tall for his race, as most of his other villagers are well over a foot shorter than him. His eyes are usually a dazzling mixture of blue and gold, with flecks of pink and stardust-like twinkles in them. the edges of his eyes are dark purple. His eyes change when he is angered, bleeding into an intense crimson and magenta color. The corner of his left eye has a big, distinct birthmark in the corner of it. Across his nose are freckles that glitter and glow with his magic use, they change depending on what type of magic he uses. His hair is silky, long, and black, and almost always has some form of decorative clip in it. Yeosang wears the most ornate jewelry of all of the boys, and it seems like each of them has some tie to his powers in some way, shape, or form. He wears loose-fitting clothing, but is actually quite muscular underneath.
Personality: Yeosang is a healer and by nature, he is very kind being, and every being in his forest looks to him for guidance and leadership. Despite his initial soft-spoken mannerisms, Yeosang can be quite hostile when it comes to his loved ones and his forest. There is a mysterious air that follows the man and it seems only Wooyoung truly knows what he's not quite telling the others. Yeosang often protects those around him with anything at his disposal, but he also has been known to curse those who cross him for several generations, inflicting pain and misfortune on their bloodline that will not be lifted until he can be appeased once more. He can be quite sadistic and if angered and set off, tends to kill in slow, agonizing ways before returning to his home.
Scent:
Home: The Whetū Faewilds
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San- Novaturient Eleutheromania
Tēnā ra koe, e whakamaui ake nei
Greetings to you who have come from death’s door-Māori
Race: Manticore
Height: 6'8 in Manticore Form, 6’7 in Humanoid Form
Age: 277 Years Old
Appearance: In both his manticore form and his humanoid form, San has bold, striking magenta eyes with slits down the center. In his manticore form, resembles a lion, both in appearance and height and in size. As far as manticores go, he is actually on the smaller end. His tail is a thick, solid black scorpion tail and he has wings on his back that are covered by Mingi's shredded scales for protection. San wears a choker made from Mingi's scales, as well, that protect his neck from fatal wounds to the jugular. In his humanoid form, his ears, tail, and wings stay visible. San has retractable claws and a barbed tongue, though his tongue is much softer than a traditional feline creature's is.
Powers: Shape Shifting, Sonic Roars, Potent Venomous Stings, Flight, Super Strength
Weapons: San's roars can disorient and even deafen his enemies, and he often uses this as an opening to either escape or rush in for a hit and run style attack with his claws or his tail. His tail holds very potent venom that can down up to thirteen elephants in a single jab. San's jaws are incredibly powerful and can lock once he's got a full bite of whoever he's holding onto, giving him more time to riddle them with more stings from his tail and neutralize them as quickly as possible.
Personality: San is the most guarded of all of the members. He is from a race of monsters that has been hunted to near extinction for sport, and because of that, he does not trust anyone easily. After a chaotic night and a certain incident in the rain, San stumbled onto Mingi's mountain and was saved by the dragon. After then, he stays inside their shared den, creating a labyrinth at first to separate him from the stronger winged man to keep himself safe, but those days have long since passed and he is often attached to the hip with the large monster. If you are one of the small few who win him over and gain his trust, a different side of San is revealed. He is a fun-loving man with those he loves and despite his own fear of being killed, San sometimes finds himself throwing himself in the heat of the battle to guard the others. It is the only time he'd intentionally put himself in danger, as he often thinks of himself and his own self-preservation first before most others. He means no ill-will by his actions, and it is the cause of great unrest in his heart, being afraid of the world around him that so many in the fold find beauty in.
Scent:
Home: San's previous home was destroyed, so he now lives in Serein Mountain with Mingi.
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Mingi-Nacarat Querencia
Berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian.
Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.
Rafting to the headwaters, swimming to the riversides. It is painful at first, but victorious in the end.-Indonesian
Race: Dragon
Height: 1024’ (As Tall as the Eiffel Tower w/o Antenna) in Enraged Dragon Form, Size in Form Varies Otherwise, 10’ in Humanoid Form
Age: 500+ Years Old
Appearance: Mingi is a massive gold-type dragon, and to many smaller than him, in either form, he stretches as tall as the heavens. His dragon form is covered in deep, international orange scales along with sharp spines along the length of his spine that can pierce through even stone. His underbelly is an ombre cream-to-gold color, and the end of his thick, tree-trunk-like tail has silken fur. His eyes are deep and mixed with shades of orange and gold, and he has twin, spiraled crimson horns on his head that are similar to a giant eland's. His wings are wide and have a shimmer underneath them that serve to distract and blind when Mingi fights. In his humanoid form, he stands as the tallest of The Fold. His hair is two shades of orange, with the lighter amber shade being at the top and front, while the deeper, international shade is towards the back. Mingi's horns, tail, and wings remain present in this form, as well as thick patches of scales covering his vital points (over his heart, around his throat). from his forearms down to his (clawed) fingers, his arms are an ombre from deep orange to gold. From past fights, in both forms, Mingi is littered with scars, with the most prominent being a deep scar over the center of his wings, where he nearly had them torn off in a conflict many moons ago.
Powers: Shapeshifting, Fire Breathing, Superior Strength, Flight, His flames get stronger when he goes in a 'berserker' state and when his flames come into contact with Yunho's, they weave together and can eviscerate an entire continent.
Weapons: Mingi himself is stronger than most weapons this universe has to offer, as is the power of a dragon. His claws can tear into mountains and have shaped the very den he resides in, his back developed spikes once he reached maturity as a dragon and he can slam his massive body into enemies to do catastrophic amounts of damage, especially if he is going back-first. Mingi's tail is very thick and muscular and he has used it to rupture organs with several tail slams. Despite all of this, his most impressive and terrifying weapon is most likely his fire. Growing whiter the more gold and gems he eats, the heat from his flames can get so hot they cremate a being on the spot.
Personality: Mingi is a kind-hearted dragon despite his intimidating appearance and capabilities. He tends to have a good read on a person's intentions, especially after all the years he'd been present on this planet. He is often hyper-aware of his size and strength and is very concerned with hurting the people he loves by accident. It took him nearly three years to allow San anywhere near him during his rut cycles, for fear he'd harm the feline man. Mingi is very passionate and this is both his greatest strength and weakness, as his passion leads to him being beloved by not only his Fold, but those who are lucky enough to meet him. Unfortunately, he often gets overly angered when those he loves are in danger and this leads to him erupting into anger to protect them.
Scent:
Home: After many centuries of traveling, Mingi settled on a mountain known for its rainy conditions, which are very unfavorable to would-be travelers. He burrowed into the side, and with the help of Yeosang and Wooyoung's powerful magic, can make the mountain disappear into a different plane of existence for periods of time (often when he and San are absent). This mountain is Serein Mountain.
Height: Larger than the Heavens in ‘True Cosmic Form’, Changes Size at Will, 5’7 Usually
Age: ???????
ᵯēꞩꞩⱥꞡē īꞥⱦēɍɍᵾꝑⱦēđ
Appearance: "Oh, this is fun. Did you all think you'd get all the juicy details here? No. I don't think so. Besides, do you really want to see me in that form? Are you so eager to perish? Here, let me give you the cute version. Ahem. Wooyoung-that's me-has deep purple and blue eyes with cosmic stardust swirling in them. My hair is whatever color I decide looks good, but the long, black look fits me best."
Powers: "My powers are beyond human comprehension. Let's leave it as 'enough to consume this world and not break a sweat. That sounds nice and dramatic, doesn't it? Don't worry. It's not like I go around snapping my fingers crushing planets in an instant...much. Haha."
Personality: "*chuckling* I'm sure you understand by now."
Scent: "Hah. No."
Home: "My home is with my Seven. My Fold is the only thing keeping this pathetic planet from ruin. Be grateful. I think I'm quite done here for today. You can have this back."
ȼꝋꞥꞥēȼⱦīꝋꞥ ɍēⱦᵾɍꞥēđ
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Jongho-Wanton Yūgen
He 'ohu ke aloha; 'a'ohe kuahiwi kau 'ole
Love is like mist, there is no mountaintop that it does not settle upon-Hawaiian
Race-Incubi
Height: 6’7
Age: 24 Years
Appearance: Jongho has brilliant hazel eyes that have small, defined hearts in them that make his eyes shine when he experiences pleasure. His hair is a deep red color, contrasting starkly with his eyes. His tail is a thick, almost leathery material and has a heart-shaped tip at the end. Mid-feed, markings may appear on his body, resembling tattoos.
Weapon: Jongho came into being with exceptional strenth, and is a standout amongst most of his incubi peers because of it. Despite his ability to use his brute strength to subdue enemies, Jongho prefers to use a trench knife given to him by Hongjoong in fights and he takes grate care to keep the blade sharp. In his non-dominant hand, he defends and attacks with a tonfa he'd been gifted from Seulgi. His tail is also strong enough to choke out most entities.
Personality: Jongho is quite close to the members of The Fold, as is the case with all of them, but he holds them in such high regard, he's gotten a strong fear of them seeing him feed and therefore seeing him as a 'lesser being'. All of them have offered themselves to him but it is a battle he has yet to overcome quite yet. He enjoys their touch-though at times he will not admit it without a fight-and has learned to cook to counter his hunger. Wooyoung gave him a paw-print necklace he keeps around his neck at all times and Jongho often finds himself suckling on the stone when he is exceptionally hungry. Despite going two decades without eating an actual meal, Jongho is still strong enough to fight and stand alongside the other members of The Fold.
Scent: amber, warm vanilla + cashmere notes
Home: Jongho came into being in Velvet Elysium and spends his free time there being cared for by Seulgi or exploring with his close friend, a certain ghost he'd bonded with. When not in The Underworld, Jongho can be found with any given one of his hyungs, enjoying his time in their presence and mentally steeling himself for more.
♥ Previous season posts: Bakuten Shoot BeyBlade.
♥ If you have any problems with the download links, let me know, and I’ll toss you an alternate link or split them smaller or something.
♥ Have fun making a buttload of icons or edits or whatever.
I just wanna take your art and put in a blender to blend up before scraping it into a large mixing bowl with 3/4 cup butter. Then I want to beat the butter and art with an electric mixer for 30 seconds before gradually adding in 2 cups sugar while beating and scraping the sides of the bowl until well combined. I want to beat the mixture for 2 minutes before adding in 3 eggs one at a time, beating the eggs after each one in added. After that I want to beat in some vanilla before adding in a mixture contained in a medium mixing bowl that was prepared beforehand of 2 cups all-purpose flour, 3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder, 1 teaspoon baking soda, 3/4 teaspoon baking powder, and 1/2 teaspoon salt. I then want to beat the two mixtures together in the large mixing bowl on high speed for 20 more seconds before evenly spreading the batter in a 13×9x2 inch round cake pan that is greased. Then I want to bake the cake batter in a oven preheated to 350°F (or about 176-177°C) for 35-40 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted comes out clean. After that I want to cool the cake on a wire rack for 10 minutes before removing the cake from the pan and cooling it down more. I want to then make the frosting for the cake with some more artwork by beating the artwork I didn't use into a large mixing bowl with 1 cup shortening, 1-1/2 teaspoon of vanilla, and 1/2 teaspoon almond extract with an electric mixer on medium speed for about 30 seconds. After that I want to slowly add 2 cups powdered sugar and beating it in well before adding 2 tablespoons of milk and gradually beating in an additional 2 cups powdered sugar and 1-2 tablespoons of milk until the frosting gets to the perfect spreading consistency. Then after preparing the frosting I want to spread it evenly onto the cooled chocolate cake and then I finally want to eat the cake.
Yes I just wrote a usable chocolate cake and frosting recipe to describe how I want to eat your art. I am a tad bit crazy.
since i dont have any cake to offer yet, i thought id enlist the help of my cousin @princesselise and offer a family brownie recipe just in time to bake with your loves and loved ones this ♡ filled month ^_^
Cakey Brownies
INGREDIENTS:
1 1/2 cups of flour
1/4 cup of cocoa powder
1/2 tsp of baking powder
1/2 tsp of salt
1 1/4 cups of sugar
1/2 stick of butter (softened, room temperature)
4oz of melted chocolate chips
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract (easy champ)
2 whole eggs
1 egg white from a whole egg
1/2 cup of milk
INSTRUCTIONS:
Sift dry ingredients in one bowl.
In another, cream together butter, sugar, and the melted chocolate chips with an electric mixer. Add in vanilla, eggs, and egg white one by one.
Combine dry into wet, then add the milk. Mix on medium speed for 1-2 minutes to whip in volume.
Pour into a 9 by 13 inch sheet pan lined with parchment paper. Bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit (177° C) for 30-34 minutes until a toothpick comes clean when inserted. Times may vary depending on oven.
If going to frost, let them fully cool in pan until barely warm, pop out, and let cool on cooling rack. Then, while you prepare your frosting, allow to sit in refridgerator before preparing. Never frost warm!
Enjoy and have a happy voting season and Valentine's Day 💕💘👨❤️💋👨
Eden’s Garden is a four-member band under H1GHER MUSIC. They consist of Seojun, Elizabeth, Jackson, and Violet. They debuted on November 18th, 2017 with their first single No Gray.
Current Dorm arrangements:
Dorm 1: Seojun & Jackson
Dorm 2: Elizabeth & Violet
Members profile:
Seojun
Stage name: Stage NameSeojun (서준)
Birth name: Kang Seojun (강 서준)
English name: Peter Kang
Position: Main Vocalist, Leader
Birthday: February 14, 1998
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Tiger
Height: 177 cm (5’10”)
Blood type: O
MBTI Type: ENFJ
Nationality: Korean
Instagram: Kng_sOju
Seojun facts:
He is from Seoul, South Korea
He is the only member who was born and raised in Korea.
He speaks Korean and English
He can play the acoustic guitar.
He was the first member that joined the band.
When he was younger he wanted to be a Kpop Idol
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Elizabeth
Stage name: Elizabeth
Birth name: Louise Banza
Position: Drummer
Birthday: November 20, 1999
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit
Height: 170 cm (5’7”)
Blood type: O
MBTI Type: ENTP
Nationality: American
Instagram: bby-l1zz1e
Elizabeth facts:
She’s of Congolese descent.
She speaks, English, French and Korean
She has two older brothers (1992 & 1995)
She can play the drums and the recorder.
She moved to South Korea when she was 8 years old.
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Jackson
Stage name: Jackson
Birth name: Jackson Harding
Position: Bassist, Sub Vocalist
Birthday: July 7, 2000
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon
Height: 185 cm (6”1’)
Blood type: B
MBTI Type: ENFJ
Nationality: New Zealand
Instagram: _dntl3tgo
Jackson facts:
He was born in Hamilton, New Zealand
He speaks English and Korean.
He moved to South Korea when he was 12 years old
He is an only child.
He’s the tallest in the band.
He can play the acoustic guitar, the bass guitar and the electric guitar
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Violet
Stage name: Violet (보라색)
Birth name: Lee Su Ah (이 수아)
English Name: Violet Lee
Position: Electric Guitarist, Sub Vocalist, Maknae
Birthday: May 24, 2002
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse
Height: 162 cm (5’3”)
Blood type: B
MBTI Type: INFP
Nationality: Korean-British
Instagram: r3d_vi0let
Violet facts:
She was born in Korea but moved at an early age to Manchester, England, where she grew up.
Both of her parents are Korean.
She’s fluent in English, Korean and French.
She has a little brother (2003).
She was the last member to join the band.
She can play the acoustic guitar, bass guitar, electric guitar, drums and piano.
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NOTE: All these characters are fictive. Any link to real life is purely a coincidence. Credit for the layout goes to KProfiles.com. This story can also be found on Wattpad by mxrccuryy.
[breathes heavily] jurassic park au and your writing…. 👁👃👁 im smelling what ur cooking (tho i don’t blame you if u don’t, action scenes are horrible to write about)
might whip up a little snippet on lunch break today and see what happens <3 was gonna do it last night but instead! i got stoned and went to bed <3 so stay tuned for a potential blurb popping up sometime today 👀
This is written for the song prompt ‘Everthing’s Electric’ by Liam Gallagher from @drarrymicrofic
Word count: 177
Drarry microfic: gave up his life
“There’s nothing left for me here,” Harry said. His forehead rested against Draco’s, his hands cupping pale, wet cheeks. “Please.”
Draco was silent for a long, long time. So long, Harry even started to pull away. However, he was held back by a pair of cold, wet hands wrapping around his wrists.
“My father always told me I should hate you,” he said quietly, his voice still as beautiful and melodic as the first time Harry had heard it. “But I don’t and he despises me for it.”
Harry didn’t resist as Draco pulled him closer again, closer to the water. Their lips were only inches apart. “You know I’d give up my life on land to join you and all those sunken ships in the ocean you keep talking about.”
“I know.” And as those words left his smiling lips, Draco pulled Harry down completely, their lips meeting somewhere in the middle.
Slowly, an electric feeling spread through Harry’s body as he gave up his life on land to be forever close to his beloved Siren.
The sounds around her were familiar and soothing, his soft snore, the crickets chirping outside and the gentle ripple of the pool when the wind touched the water’s surface. But Beatrice was wide awake, her back to Rooster and his face nestled in her hair as she stared at the door wide eyed.
She lost sleep, of course she did lose sleep, but she didn’t know why. She had no nightmares, she had nothing of the sort she just…woke up. Beatrice chewed her lower lip, wincing when she accidentally bit a piece of loose skin and regretting seconds after when she tasted metal on her tongue.
Great.
Maybe she should get up and…try to do anything but sleep because it was obviously not going to work. This week was Brad’s last of leave before he got back to work and Beatrice wanted to be there for him until it was time for him to go. She made a little sound in her throat, then flicked her gaze back at him to see if he woke up only to hear a louder snore from her open mouthed husband, his arms squeezing her closer to him.
She didn’t know why she lost sleep, this was really annoying because it’s not the first time it happened and hell it probably won’t be the last. Carefully she slowly unwrapped his arms from around her so she could sit up on the edge of the mattress and scoot forward as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t wake him up.
She slips on her shark slippers and fixes her pajama pants as she walks out of the bedroom. Her navel was still hurting a bit and she had to stop walking a bit to ease out a breath, clenching her jaw before continuing, only to stop in the middle of the hallway because…what was she going to do?
“Well,” she props her hands on her hips, “That’s a pickle.” and she looks around a bit, it was dark but the outside gave enough light to illuminate her way around so she wouldn’t end up hitting anything. Beatrice chews her lower lip, leaning over the second floor railing to check the living room where Jolene was currently lying on the couch. “Jojo.” she calls softly and the pittie peeks one eye open, tail thumping happily, “I’m coming over, don’t move.”
After carefully descending the stairs, Beatrice made her way to the kitchen, flipping on the light and making Jolene join her immediately. She glanced at the clock on the microwave – 2:23 AM. Sighing softly, she opened the fridge and stared at its contents as if they held the secret to her sleeplessness. A glass of water might help, she thought, so she reached for a glass and filled it up, taking slow sips.
But she felt like her body was electric.
So she started to pace in the kitchen, interlocking her hands behind her nape and repeating the breathing exercises she knew so well ‘smell the flower, blow the candle’ over and over. Once she was done with that, she popped her fingers and rolled her wrists, choosing that she could maybe work on her joints for a bit.
Jolene sits next to her as she drinks her water, still pacing, still trying to understand what made her wake up so late - 2:26 now - and why she was like this. Her navel was still hurting, so she decided to sit down instead and stay put, at least for a little bit, until she could go back to bed.
Beatrice rubbed her eyelids with her fingers, sighing through her nose before looking at the glass of water, seeing it move since she grabbed it a few minutes ago. She holds her head against her interlaced fingers, pressing her knuckles to her forehead, tapping her slippers on the floor while Jolene lies down by her chair, giving her owner a weird look.
“I need to go back to bed.” she mutters, “Maybe I should’ve got milk instead of water…ugh.”
But she felt like her body was electric.
Her thoughts raced like a speeding car down a highway. She had no reason to feel this restless, this anxious, yet the feeling persisted, gnawing at her like an itch she couldn't scratch. Beatrice clenched and unclenched her fingers, trying to redirect her focus, but the unease remained.
A soft whimper from Jolene broke through her reverie, and she looked down at the pittie. Those big, soulful eyes stared back at her, filled with concern and affection. Beatrice smiled weakly, reaching down to scratch behind Jolene's ears.
"You're worried about me, huh?" she murmured, her voice barely audible in the quiet kitchen. Jolene's tail thumped against the floor in response.
Beatrice took a deep breath, trying to center herself. Maybe some warm milk would help soothe her nerves. Pushing herself up from the chair, she put the glass in the sink and moved to the fridge. As she poured milk into a small saucepan, her mind continued to whirl, and she couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness.
The milk warmed on the stove, filling the kitchen with a comforting aroma. Beatrice wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the coolness of the night air against her skin. She glanced at the clock – 2:45 AM. She needed to find a way to calm down and get back to sleep before the sun came up.
Deciding to try a different approach, Beatrice turned off the stove and poured the warm milk into a mug. She added a sprinkle of sugar inside before making her way to the living room. Maybe reading a book or watching something light would distract her mind and help her relax.
Jolene followed her, settling onto the couch with a contented sigh. Beatrice curled up on the couch next to her, the mug of milk cradled in her hands, and turned on the TV. She scrolled through the options, pursing her lips when she chose What We Do In The Shadows instead of Golden girls. She got comfortable, with Jolene’s huge head plopping on her lap as the two watched the show quietly.
Beatrice, however, noticed she couldn’t laugh or else her stitches hurt too much. With an annoyed grunt, she turned the tv off and sat there,with Jolene, in the dark.
The silence enveloped them, broken only by the occasional rustling of the leaves outside and the soft hum of the refrigerator.
She absentmindedly traced her fingers over the rim of the mug, her mind still racing. The warm milk had helped to some extent, but the restlessness remained, stubborn and unyielding. It was as if there was a storm inside her, a tempest of thoughts and emotions that she couldn't quite make sense of.
Jolene's presence was a comfort, her steady breathing and the weight of her head on Beatrice's lap grounding her in the present. She absentmindedly stroked the pittie's soft fur, lost in her thoughts.
The house remained still, the world outside seemingly asleep. Beatrice's restlessness remained…until she moved her gaze to the stairs. She hadn’t seen the twins’ nursery yet, she did just get home yesterday and was too tired to do so…and Bradley was so excited sharing how everyone helped. Maybe she could see it right now, maybe it’d help.
“Jojo,” she whispers, waking the pittie up, “Come with me.” and she stood from the couch, still holding her mug, walking quietly to the stairway and trying her best to make as little noise as possible. Rooster’s snores never wavered or got louder, which meant he was still fast asleep in their bedroom.
Jolene stretched her legs and followed Beatrice with a sleepy wag of her tail. The wooden stairs creaked under their weight, but Beatrice expertly avoided the loudest spots, her steps deliberate and gentle. As they reached the top of the staircase, Beatrice took a moment to listen to the house's silence, that was only broken by her husband’s deep sleep.
She and Jolene padded on the hallway, her nails clicking softly against the hardwood. The nursery was just down the hall, door closed and a few inches away from Nicole’s room.
Pushing the nursery door open, Beatrice stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in from the hallway. She opened her mouth in surprise because…it was there. It was all in there.
Beatrice's gaze was drawn to the two cribs nestled against one wall, side by side. Her heart swelled as she looked at them, imagining the twins resting peacefully, their tiny chests rising and falling with each breath. She approached the cribs, her fingers trailing over the soft fabric of the blankets.
Jolene wandered around the room, her tail brushing against the furniture, sniffing everything curiously. Beatrice couldn't help but smile as she watched the pittie explore,before her gaze drifted to a small shelf, where she saw a collection of sea life figurines on it. She smiles softly, then sits down on the rocking chair that sits between the two cribs.
And her body feels tired, her eyes hurt.
She wanted the babies.
And that’s when the blame comes back. With full force.
And her body feels tired, her eyes hurt.
Beatrice's smile faded as a wave of guilt and sadness washed over her. She looked around the nursery, her eyes welling up with tears. She reached out and picked up a small stuffed toy from one of the cribs, her fingers tracing its soft texture as her mind wandered.
She knew they were okay at the hospital, but God, no one told her how much it hurt. She understands her parents now, she does, because she just wants her babies here. Her brain goes crazy, throwing paranoia over paranoia as to why the twins were born so early, was it something she did?
People said it wasn’t, but what if it was and no one knew?
She curls into herself on the rocking chair, hugging the small plushie to her chest, inhaling and exhaling quietly, unaware of the footsteps approaching the nursery.
The door creaked open a little further, and a warm and concerned voice broke through the silence. "Bea?"
Startled, Beatrice looked up to see Rooster standing at the entrance of the nursery, his expression a mix of worry and tenderness. He stepped into the room, concern deepening as he took in her tear-streaked face and huddled form.
"Hey," he murmured, his voice gentle as he knelt down in front of her. Jolene padded over to him, tail wagging slightly, and he absentmindedly reached out to give her a pat. His attention was fully on Beatrice, his eyes searching hers.
Beatrice bit her trembling lip, her gaze dropping to the plushie she held tightly. "I... I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered, her voice shaky.
Rooster's hand reached out, covering hers and the plushie. "You didn't," he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "I woke up on my own."
He looked at her with such understanding and compassion that Beatrice felt a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. She had tried so hard to be strong, to keep her emotions in check, but seeing Rooster there, by her side, offering his unwavering support, broke down the walls she had built.
Without hesitation, Rooster moved closer, pulling her into his arms. Beatrice clung to him, burying her face in his chest as she finally let herself cry. She felt his strong arms wrap around her, providing a safe haven in the storm of her emotions.
"Ssshh, it’s okay.” he coos, kissing the side of her head, “It’s okay,gorgeous.” and he gently lifts her from the rocking chair, trading places with her so he could sit on the rocking chair instead, keeping her on his lap. Jolene lies by his feet when he rocks back and forth with Beatrice close, hugging her and shielding her from the outside.
She cries a little bit more, wetting his bare chest with her tears before ceasing her crying, only letting out quiet whimpers.. Rooster continues to hold her tightly, his hand gently rubbing her back as they sway in the rocking chair. He whispers soothing words, words of comfort and reassurance, allowing her to let out the emotions that had been building up inside her.
Time seems to slow down as they rock together in the soft glow of the nightlight. Rooster's steady presence is a grounding force, and Beatrice finds herself relaxing in his arms. She takes deep breaths, trying to steady her breathing, and gradually the tight knot of tension in her chest begins to loosen.
As the minutes pass, Beatrice's breathing steadies, and she pulls back slightly to look up at Rooster. Her eyes are still watery, but a sense of calm has settled over her features. She offers him a weak smile, while wiping her face.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rooster smiles back, his fingers gently wiping away the last of her tears. "You don't have to thank me, gorgeous. I'm always here for you, no matter what."
She leans into him again, resting her head against his chest, her heart beating in sync with his. They continue to rock in silence, the rhythm soothing and comforting. Beatrice can feel the tension melting away, replaced by a deep sense of connection and a reminder that she's not alone in her struggles.
After a while, Rooster's movements slow, and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "What made you cry?” he asks cautiously, still rubbing her back with his palm, “Are you in pain?”
“Not a lot.” she whispers, “It doesn’t hurt that much and I’m not squeezing my stitches…”
“What is it then?” he asks against her hair, “You can tell me, you know that.”
Beatrice hesitates for a moment, her fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the swirl of emotions inside her.
"It's just... I wanted them here," she admits softly, her voice quivering. "I know they're okay, we saw them at the hospital, but... I just want them with us. And I can't help but think, what if it's something I did? What if there's something I could have done differently to keep them from being born so early?"
Her words spill out in a rush, her vulnerability laid bare. Rooster's arms tighten around her, his embrace offering both comfort and reassurance.
"Bea," he says gently, his voice steady, "You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault. and there's no one to blame. You did everything you could, and our babies are fighters. They're getting stronger every day."
Beatrice nods, her tears starting to fall again. "I know, I know logically. But sometimes, these thoughts just... they take over, you know? And I feel so helpless."
Rooster pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I know gorgeous.” he whispers,kissing her scalp then, “I know how you feel…we are going to see them tomorrow, before grocery shopping. Hm? How does that sound?”
Beatrice looked up at Rooster, her tear-filled eyes locking onto his with surprise. His words penetrated the haze of her emotions, offering a glimmer of light in the darkness.
"Tomorrow?" she repeated, her voice wavering. "Really?"
Rooster nodded, his lips curving into a soft smile. "Absolutely. We'll go see them tomorrow, spend time with them, and reassure ourselves that they're doing just fine. And you can ask all the questions you want, talk to the doctors, get all the information you need. How does that sound?"
A small smile tugged at the corners of Beatrice's lips as she nodded. "That... that sounds really good. I would love that."
"Good," Rooster murmured, his thumb brushing over her cheek to wipe away the last of her tears. "Don’t worry that sweet heart of yours.”
Her heart was filled with love for him, honestly. She sighed, nestling on his shoulder and letting him hug her close, “...yeah…” she whispers, playing with the ends of her night shirt, “...we could do something before you got back to work.”
“Hm?”
“If you want.”
“I mean I still have…” he thought for a bit, “Three more days. So, we can do something around that time.”
Beatrice's words brought a smile to Rooster's face as he held her close, his chin resting on top of her head. He could feel the weight of her worries and emotions, he heard the soft shakiness of her voice but he was glad to see her smiling.
"I'd love that," Rooster replied, his voice soft. "We'll make the most of these three days, okay? We'll spend time with the twins,Nikki, enjoy each other's company, and just... be together."
Beatrice let out a contented sigh, her tense shoulders relaxing as she melted into his embrace. "That sounds perfect," she whispered. “Any..ideas? I mean,I’m open for anything you might want.”
This is a project I’ve been crafting for a while through my re-run of everything english dubbed Octonauts. A brand new A-Z list of EVERY SINGLE CREATURE THE OCTONAUTS HAVE EVER MET:
*Vegimalese*
What’s that Tunip, you and the Vegimals want to learn about even more creatures?
*Vegimalese*
Well, let’s go again!
The Octocomputer will show you all the creatures the Octonauts, and Octo Agents, have met, on both land and sea!
Cheepa Cheepa!
Anaconda 1
Albatross 2
Anemones 3
Angler Fish 4
Arapaima 5
Adele Penguins 6
Alligator 7
Amano Shrimp 8
Anteater 9
Arabian Camels 10
Armadillo 11
Bowhead Whale 12
Barracudas 13
Beluga Whales 14
Black Caiman 15
Blobfish 16
Blue Whale 17
Blue-head Wrasse… 18
Bottle Nose Dolphins 19
Bat 20
Baboons 21
Barnacle Goose 22
Bear 23
Black Giant Squirrel 24
Black Winged Stilt Bird 25
Blind Shrimp 26
Burmese Python 27
Brittle Stars 27
Bombardier Beetle 28 and
Bomber Worms 29
Capybara 30
Carrier Crab 31
Catfish 32
Conocono Crab 33
Conocono Crab?
Coconut Octopus! 34
Colossal Squid 35
Comb Tooth Blenny 36
Cone Snail 37
Cookie Cutter Shark 38
Cuttlefish 39
Convict Fish 40
Caiman 41
Caterpillar 42
Cave Fish 43
Cave Shrimp 44
Chameleon 45
Clam 45
Chinstrap Penguins 46
Chinese Mitten Crab 47
Christmas Tree Worms 48
Coelacanth 49
Coral Polyp 50
Coral Snake 51
Crawfish 52
Crocodile 53
Crow 54
Crown of Thorns Starfish 55
Dormice 56
Deer 57
Damselfish 58
Dogfish 59
Decorator Crab 60
Duck-Bill Platypus 61
Dwarf Lantern Shark 62
Eel 63
Electric Eel 64
Elephant 65 and Elephant Seal66
Elk 67
Egyptian Vulture 68
Emperor Penguin 69
Fiddler Crab 70
Frogfish 71
Fire Ants 72
Flamingoes 73
Flying Fish 74
Flying Fox 75
Fruit Bats 76
Giant Clam 77
Giant Comb Jelly 78
Giant Isopod 79
Giant Spider Crab 80
Giant Squid 81
Giant Grass Carp 82
Giant Pacific Octopus 83
Giant Panda 84
Giant Weta 85
Golden Coral 86
Golden Mole 87
Giraffe 88
Garden Eel 88
Gray Whale 89
Grey Reef Shark 90
Grouper 91
Guard Crab 92
Gull 93
Great White Shark 94
Gulper Eel 95
Hammerhead Shark 96
And Harbor Seal 97
(Inhale hoo inhale hoo)
Harlequin Duck 98
Harpy Eagle 99
Hippos 100
Hoatzin 101
Honey Badger 102
Hornbill 103
Hourglass Dolphins 104
Howler Monkeys 105
Hyenas 106
Hermit Crab 107
Humpback Whale 108
Humphead Parrotfish 109
(Slower) Humu-humu-nuku-nuku-a-pua-a! Haha! 110
Ice worms 111
Iguanas 112
Indochinese Tiger 113
Immortal Jellyfish, 114
Jellyfish 115
Jaguar 116
Jawfish, 117
Kangaroos 118
Kea Parrots 119
Kelp, Fish 120
Leatherback Sea-Turtle 121
Loggerhead Sea-Turtle 122
Lemon Shark 123
Longfin Eels 124
Leopard 125
Lions 126
Lion Fish 127
Lions Mane Jellyfish 128
Long Arm Squid… 129
Leafy Sea Dragon 130
Mangrove crabs 131
Mantis Shrimp 132
Martens 133
Microbe 134
Monarch Butterfly 135
Mound coral 136
Mountain Goats 137
Mud Skipper 138
Moray Eel 139
Mimic Octo-Pus! 140
Marine Iguanas 141
Manta Ray 142
Mana (Mana?) Mana (Mana?) pause. Manatee…! (Clears throat)3
Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 4MATIC „The Ultimate Luxury SUV“.
Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 4MATIC (combined fuel consumption: 12.0-11.7 l/100 km; combined CO2 emissions: 273-266 g/km)[1] is driven exclusively by the powerful and discreet M 177 – a new, electrified variant of the V8 petrol engine with a displacement of 3982 cc, 48-volt on-board electrical system and integrated starter-alternator (ISG). ISG is responsible for hybrid functions such as EQ Boost or energy recovery, while allowing fuel savings that were previously reserved for high-voltage hybrid technology.
The development focused on the long-term improvement of the consumption and emissions figures. At the same time, the customers' power expectations need to be met. As a result, the engine produces an output of 410 kW (558 hp) and 730 Nm of torque. An additional 250 Nm of torque and 16 kW/22 hp output are available temporarily via EQ Boost.
Power is transmitted by the 9G-TRONIC automatic transmission. The wide spread of ratios for gears one to nine ensures a significant reduction in the engine speed and is a decisive factor behind the high levels of drive and ride comfort. Likewise standard is the transfer case with variable transfer of the drive torque from 0-100 percent (Torque on Demand) between the axles.
EQ Boost through the ISG offers great potential for fuel saving and added comfort due to the load point transfer during which the combustion engine is used at a more efficient operating point due to precisely measured additional torque of the ISG.
During deceleration, the kinetic energy from the starter-generator is converted into electric power ("recuperated") as appropriate to the driving situation and used to charge the battery.
Mercedes-AMG One man, one engine Handcrafted by Michael Kübler @f1mike28 in Germany Affalterbach. Driving Performance is my Passion! Mercedes-AMG the Performance and Sports Car Brand from Mercedes-Benz and Exclusive Partner for Pagani Automobili. Mercedes-AMG Handcrafted by Racers.