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wrestlingwithlife · 7 months
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Task Force 141 Boys with Cowboy (Head canons)
Decided I’d write some head cannons for Cowboy!Reader with our main boys either that haven’t written about yet or have but are so cute I wanted to reiterate <3
Task Force 141 x Cowboy!Reader
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Soap :
#1 hype man fr 🗣️🗣️
Absolutely obsessed 😍
Will literally find any excuse to get Y/n to talk just to hear his accent
After watching Ghost get man handled by him he actually begged Y/n to spar with him
Looks up southern stuff to say to Y/n
“Y/n, will you take me to a Honkytonk? 🥺”
He tries his best but at this point he’s just doing it to get a reaction
Stumbled across the song “F***** by a Country Boy” and thought all country music was like that
Couldn’t look Y/n in the eye with hearing it in his head for a solid week
Never sleeps better then when his head is in Y/n’s lap
Literally will sleep like a rock
Soap is usually the one who falls asleep on Y/n
He didn’t realize how cuddly Y/n actually was until after one fateful night
Soap had came to watch old murder files with the southern male one night
Y/n fell asleep on Soap’s shoulder, slumbering silently
When Soap went to lean forward to grab his water he was yanked back into Y/n
Y/n bear hugged him to his chest and refused to let him go
Soap cherished that moment for the rest of forever
Added ‘Save a horse ride a cowboy’ to his Instagram bio
Has def stolen Y/n hat and tried it on
Y/n didn’t have the heart to tell him about the hat rule
But he’ll handle it eventually~
Absolute thigh guy
Has been caught staring so many times
Does not care
Continues to stare 👀
Has asked Y/n to crush him between his thighs
Y/n thought he was joking
He was not
#relatable
Ghost :
Absolutely whipped
Won’t even deny it if someone calls him out
He’s all about that Honkytonk Badonkadonk🤠
When Y/n says a word or phrase he doesn’t understand he just nods along until the male walks away, in which he will whip out his phone and immediately search it up
When Y/n mentioned there were times he missed his horses he made it his personal mission to find horses for him to pet
Ended up finding a place nearby that did horse therapy
He and Y/n both went and they absolutely loved it
The horses absolutely adored Y/n and smothered him with love
The southern male was happy to reciprocate
Ghost took a picture of it and now it’s his Lock Screen
Ghost was nervous the horses weren’t going to like him
Most animals don’t like his mask
Was elated when he realized the horses didn’t care about it
They really started to love him when Y/n showed Ghost how to feed them
Ghost was in heaven
He grew particularly fond of an old shire mare
She was all white and covered in scars but she was so impossibly gentle for her massive size
The worker said they called her Big Mama and she’d was a retired logging horse that had been rescued from going to slaughter
She adored Ghost and followed him everywhere
The workers explained she had a knack for taking the more nervous horses and animals on the ranch under her wing and making them feel a safe
Ghost almost cried when he hugged her 🥺
Now where Soap liked to sleep on Y/n, Ghost prefers to have Y/n sleep on him
Was laying in bed with Y/n one night while scrolling through his phone
Y/n was already snoozing 😴
Ghost went to put his phone on the nightstand only to get yanked back
Bro was shocked
Y/n snatched him back, burrowing under his arm
Almost cried again 🥹
Price :
Absolutely adores Y/n southern culture
Has a little notebook where he keeps stuff he learned from Y/n written down 🖊️
Occasionally uses southern slang around Y/n but unlike Soap he’s completely serious
Except the word Ain’t
He refuses to say that
When he finds out Y/n feels homesick he does everything he can to help
Gets Y/n all his favorite things
Favorite candies, books, flowers, even got Y/n a cow stuffie when he talked about missing his animals
Y/n put it next to his horse stuffie he got him last week
Price is a good cook but he doesn’t usually have the urge to do it that often
But when Y/n talked about a dish from his home town he missed??
Price spent two day’s learning how to make it and getting the stuff
Whipped that shit up like freaking master chef
The cowboy was elated and gave Price the most bone crushing hug
Snuck a little cheek kiss in there too 💋
Price’s cheeks turned pink so fast
I’m just going to say it…
Has drunk made out with Y/n before 🤯
The two got absolutely turnt on whiskey and just went for it
They never spoke about it after that but when they get close they still think about it
Price misses how the American male tastes
Something definitely awoke in him the day that he watched Y/n ride that mechanical bull
In a game of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ Y/n would Marry Price a hundred times over
I mean, me too 😍
Tried southern Cajun food that Y/n made once and his heart almost stopped
It tasted good and then all of a sudden everything was on fire
Did better at holding his spice then Soap tho so 10/10
Y/n’s go to after solo missions
Y/n will stumble into his office all tired and instead of pulling up a chair just plops on the floor and leans his head on Price’s leg
Price just plays with his hair while he finishes paper work
He’d be lying if he said his mind didn’t occasionally wander with how close Y/n was to his nether regions 😜
Gaz :
Trails Y/n like a puppy 🐶
I mean this boy hangs off his every word
If Y/n ever has to run an errand off the base you best believe Gaz will be going with him
Also looks up southern slang to understand Y/n better
Also listened to “F***** by a Country Boy” and couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes for a solid week
Always offers to help Y/n when he works out
Sometimes gets distracted when he’s spotting but no one can blame the poor boy
Acts of service is def his love language ❤️
Demands to know the names of every animal Y/n owns
Made a playlist of songs that Y/n mentioned he liked
Listens to it constantly
Likes to ‘help’ Y/n cook
Really just hands him stuff that Y/n asks for
Handles the spices the best out of any of them
When it’s just the two of them going out for whatever reason he’ll just grab onto Y/n somehow
Holding a hand, the hem of a jacket or shirt, or intertwining their arms
Y/n is happy to reciprocate
People will come up to Gaz while Y/n is distracted and compliment how cute of a couple they are
Just thanks them and doesn’t deny it ever
Sleeps in Y/n’s bed more then his own
Y/n will be working at his desk and Gaz will just wander in in and plop onto his bed to sleep
If Y/n takes to long Gaz will sigh loudly till he gets the hint
Always fights Soap for Y/n’s lap on movie nights
Besides Price he’s probably got the best sense of self control
He ain’t perfect though
Is Y/n isn’t watching him he is LOCKED ON
Always locked onto those cheeks 🥵
His mind does tend to wander
Y/n could ask Gaz to fake his death and run away with him and Gaz would do it in a heartbeat
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ashacadence · 1 year
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Sketch page for Megs and OP
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See I thought I was done with these two and went nah I’mma make some more headsketches because they are fun and wouldn’t leave my brain so now I’m satisfied. One day I may or may not do full bodies but for now give them a breath. I had a lot of fun with them and omg OP is hard to draw. Megs I got into a better flow with but OP was really giving me a hard time. 
Anyways Megs and OP are the only dragons in this AU thought train of mine. The others I may or may not get to. I know dragonformers/beastformers are a thing and such and over the years but here’s a list of the characters I just personally think/agree/discussed with others on:
Arcee: Horse, dunno what breed, but she just has that vibe and I think someone did a iteration of her as one. Plus just Jack and her being a pretty solid duo as this pair. Him being a squire or something in training.  Bulkhead: Hippopotamus because of the size and jaw structure. Friend and I talked about this and it just fits as a solid choice. Also the thought of Miko riding on a hippo is terrifying.  Bumblebee: I thought of a lion or mountain lion instead of a cheetah because Cheetor is already a thing. But he’d be some kind of cat. Also a sweet cuddly one.  Ratchet: I STRUGGLED on him. I really don’t know if I’m fully satisfied but I thought some kind of St. Bernard because of just the whole rescue and search vibe?? Dunno if I’m happy with that. Smokescreen: A wolf.  Cliffjumper: Bull, also he’d be alive and not friggin dead. Wheeljack: I have no friggin clue.  Starscream and the Seekers: Wyvern either with/out feathers. Dunno.  Soundwave: Raven/Crow Shockwave: Naga  Airachnid: Drider/Spider Knockout: Panther Breakdown: Rhinoceros, I know there is a beastformer in the show that’s a rhino, can’t recall his name and didn’t really watch the show as a kid or adult, but just the rivalry of the species naturally made me choose a rhino. Dreadwing/Skyquake: I think some type of wyvern class still for these guys or like a dragon species too. I am going back and forth.  Insecticons: Just some insects, it’s pretty much already done.
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I have maybe found a horse to buy?!?!?!?
I tried her for the first time on Friday and am now working out the process of a deposit/short term lease to hopefully end up buying her! For 500 dollars I get to ride her up to five days a week (current owners want to keep her for two) for three weeks, and then if she passes the vet check and i still want to buy her, the 500 goes to the 9.5k purchase price.
Her name is Luna and She’s 11 and has had a lot of training, especially dressage training, and she is actually a pony. As in she is actually large pony sized and omg she is so tiny. Especially working with her on the ground, I am just like you are so small. I am just 5’4” and she didn’t feel too small to ride, but she’s definitely at the bottom of what is appropriate for me size wise. And because my barn mostly goes to hunter/jumper it’d be awkward to do the hunters with her because of striding. I’m not like big into showing, but I do want to go to the local ones and I do want to get the pretty ribbons. But then there is always the jumpers where it doesn’t matter. And I’d probably rather do the jumpers anyway. Or just eventing where her dressage training would come in handy
She has done a fair bit of jumping, and has supposedly gone up to 2’9” and could probably do 3 feet, which is solidly above where I have Ben jumping to provide more than enough runway to move up realistically. And seems like she’s pretty happy and confident at the two foot 2 3 range which is where I am more or less at now. And she’s the first horse I’ve tried that I’ve willing to try jumping on. And it’s nice that she has had some solid dressage training for if I do want to eventing with her.
She gave me my favorite ride since I’ve been back in Denver. She was a mostly easy ride, but not like fully push button and she would go better if I rode more correctly, which is always lovely. But I felt confident and capable on her which I haven’t felt in a while. And she was way more fun then the couple of school horses I rode.
Her owners are selling her because she doesn’t like small children and does not enjoy being a baby sitter. She has bucked them off many times to the point where the dad won’t let the kids on her on anymore. And will buck to get out of doing lessons or boring work. So that’s obviously a bit concerning in terms of sass and potential for things to go wrong. But I am not a small child. And I would be doing more with her than just riding in circles. You can’t tell though that she’s a bit of a busy body and wants to always be doing something, or she will find her own thing to do and you probably won’t like it.
But she was a perfect angel in my lesson on Friday. She was really adjustable and didn’t get fussed over my questionable jumping position or occasional miscues. I just rebalanced and fixed it and she rebalanced and fixed with me. And you can tell that she likes jumping and likes to work. And she was so cuddly. And has the most gorgeous long flowing mane and I just want to braid ribbons into it. She was just so sweet. (And def a treat hunter but then you just cuddle and it’s fine).
So on the positives we have fun and easy to ride. Well trained. Could fit all the fun and tacky sparkly pony gear like saddle pads and boots and blankets. Shes cute and cuddly. She’s also relatively cheap, and she lives out in a paddock at my barn which is like 80ish cheaper than a stall and there she doesn’t need turn out which is 120, so that makes keeping her easy. She’s a welsh cob which tend to be easy keepers, she only has front shoes and she hasn’t had many issues.
Cons: she is tiny, which would make placing well in the hunters interesting, and adds a challenge to jumping higher (but probably less of a challenge then dealing with a green horse. Also less far too fall). Her potential for easiness and bucking, will have to sus this out over the next month. She does have a bit a club foot but doesn’t pose any/much problems. She has kind of a hard to fit back so I’m going to have a struggle finding a good saddle for her.
So I just have to sort out how much I like riding her verses potential sassiness. And sort out how I feel about how small she, weighing the cute factor versus potential competitive and resale issues, vs not far to fall vs how she feels as a mover and takes up leg and working with on the ground.
And then deal with the logistics of getting s vet check and searching for a saddle and bridle, and all the rest of the gear. (But since she’s owned by a barn family they’d let me borrow their tack for a while, while I’m getting my mine. Which a plus but then the minus there is their kids will really miss having her as their pony and will still want to let which could be okay and maybe cute or could be annoying and potentially problematic.)
So many thoughts and stuff to sort, but I mostly have a plan and a path forward! I am excited about the possibility and also feeling very overwhelmed.
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doveslibrary · 3 years
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Jean modern au dating hcs sfw+nsfw
This is soooo Long omg
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SFW
• jean would be such a caring boyfriend
• he’s the sweetest little bean he would do anything for you
• at the beginning of your relationship jean would dot every detail about you in his brain for later use
• you like going on walks? Okay that’s now stored in the back of his brain for later
• he will take time to get to know everything there is to know about you so he knows what can make you happy
• this is a clingy boy so he’s gonna be attached to your hip all the time
• his love language is physical touch/gift giving so be prepared
• cuddles galore anytime of the day
• in his words cuddles solve everything
• your sad? Cuddles. after an argument? Cuddles.
• sleepy cuddles are his favourite you both just lay down on his bed and cuddle falling asleep in the arms of your lover
• kisses kisses kisses all the freaking kisses
• his favourite place to kiss you is your cheeks and your neck
• slow and sensual kisses are this mans specialty
• he LOVES it when you wake him up by kissing his face ( give this man butterfly kisses and he will melt 👀 just saying)
• expect a lot of pet names such as ( angel/doll face/baby/darling)
• caress👏🏻 his 👏🏻 face 👏🏻 whenever 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 can 👏🏻
• he loves it when you trace your fingers over his jaw
• or rub little circles on his chest with your finger while your cuddling 🤧
• he is the best listener EVER if your having a bad day and just need to get it off your chest jean will sit there all ears and hold your hand listening to you rant
• jean will bitch about someone with you 110%
• oh you don’t like her/him? jean doesn’t either
• jean will do skin care with you 👀 face masks and everything
• despite jean being all sweet and cuddly this man needs constant reassurance
• he’s insecure and you need to be there to let him know your not going anywhere and that he is the only one you love
(Jean is my comfort character) I love him
NSFW
• switch/or service dom you cannot tell me otherwise
• jean is particularly dominant but that doesn’t mean he won’t be under you begging you to let him cum from time to time
• horse cock mf (goes with the name 😏)
• jean takes time to worship your body kissing and caressing every inch of your skin he thinks your beautiful and he wants you to know that too
• really big on foreplay he will get you so riled up before he actually fucks you it’s unreal
•expect a lot of teasing too if he’s in between your legs he’ll kiss everywhere instead of where you need him the most before he dives his face into your dripping heat
• you cannot tell me this man doesn’t have a size kink I mean he’s 6’3 he loves how small you look under him begging and whimpering like a little angel
• PET NAMES PET NAMES PET NAMES
• jeans pet names for you in bed are different to the ones he normally calls you (kitten/cock slut/baby doll) UGH PLEASE 😩
• he’s a tiddy sucker 😌
• I also see jean being very vocal too
• loves dirty talk
• expect a lot of praise he loves telling you how good you feel around his cock or how much of a good girl your being for him
• praise this man too tell him how good he’s making you feel it will boost his ego real quick
• jean likes to fuck you rough but On days that he’s particularly needy or sad he’ll take his sweet time fucking his angel nice and slow
• this boy knows how to use his hands you feel so full just by his fingers he’ll have you cumming in minutes with his hands omg
• really good at head too
• he always makes sure to have your legs shaking eyes rolling and your brain malfunctioning by the time he’s done
• PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN HEAD
• he loves getting head from you his eyes will be rolling to the back of his head in no time
• definitely see him as the type to grab your hair and just start fucking your face
• he’s a gentleman and makes sure you have came at least twice before he finishes
• KING OF AFTERCARE RIGHT HERE
• he’ll make sure to clean you and run you a bath get you snacks and water and whatever else you need
• the night will end with a cuddle sesh and sweet nothings in your ear
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hilichurl-rights · 2 years
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Staying warm tips for people in inconvenient situations!
Source: I’m half Scandinavian, I’ve spent many winters in -42 degrees weather (F and C temperature scales meet around -42 degrees), it gets cold as balls here, and I’m a horse person so knowing how to keep vulnerable creatures warm in really freaking cold weather is a necessity.
If you have a baby:
Use a permanent sling to affix the baby to your chest. Keep that sucker real close when it’s too cold. Babies are calmed by colder weather, but keep an eye out for infants that are too lethargic and won’t wake up. The closer an infant is to your skin, the warmer it stays, and the warmer you’ll stay for sharing body heat.
Babies don’t need to be bathed that often or that long in freezing weather. If you absolutely must, bathe an infant in warm, not hot water, and only for ~10 minutes, then immediately dry with warm, clean towels, and put on dry clothes.
Prioritize bundling up feet, hands, and face (the extremities). This is where infants lose heat first. In freezing weather, start with a skin-tight layer, like leggings and a onesie/bodysuit, then add socks, gloves, hats, and more layers. Warm boots, gloves/mittens, and beanies/caps will go a long way. The general rule is that however many layers you’re wearing, add one for the baby.
Infants may become overheated in too many layers, even if it’s freezing. Watch out for red faces and more irritability than usual; if this happens, remove a layer and re-evaluate.
If an infant has skin that is cold to the touch, their extremities are cold, red, or hard to the touch, they are lethargic and unresponsive, or they are particularly teary-eyed for no reason, this is a problem. DO NOT RUB COLD SKIN TO WARM THE INFANT UP; THIS WILL DAMAGE FREEZING SKIN EVEN MORE. Use a warm washcloth and try not to rub too much. Use small, slow motions, and mostly gentle compression. If you are completely unable wake an infant, seek immediate medical attention.
If you have younger children:
Many of the same rules apply as when you have a baby. They should wear more layers than an adult human. They will get cold faster. Younger children have less body fat and more surface area than an adult, and will get cold a lot faster than an average-sized adult will. Check their extremities, feel their skin for whether it’s cold to the touch, ask them how they’re feeling, and gauge their alertness and mental status. A good way to check alertness is age-appropriate mental math. This is also a good method to make sure your child wakes up in the morning without going right back to sleep. A lethargic, drowsy, or unresponsive child is too cold.
You can rub a child who’s too warm; their skin is much stronger than that of an infant. Refrain from rubbing if their skin is freezing to the touch or hard, use the same warm washcloth method. Children don’t have to bathe that often if it’s unbearably cold for a week or two.
Now is not the time for gender roles or age-appropriate wear! Children will be warmest in tights (i.e. those usually worn by young girls), and the tallest socks you have, preferably several layers of socks and underclothes, and many layers of tank top + long sleeve + t-shirt + jacket + coat. Keep children close to you when possible to share body heat, and monitor them if you ever start feeling cold, because they’re almost always colder.
If you have an elderly person living with you:
Same protocol as babies: however many layers you have, plus one. Elderly people get colder more easily. Help them to wear many layers (that thermal underwear/several sets of pantyhose/velour tracksuit/many coats combo does wonders), make sure their hands, feet, and face are well protected from the cold, and try to ensure that someone else is physically close to them to monitor them and share body heat. You can’t be too cuddly when it’s freezing. Also monitor for overheating, just like with infants.
Scattering clothes all over the floor is great insulation, but if you live with an elderly person who may trip, skip this step. Elderly folks should still move around in the cold to keep them going and keep them producing warmth. Take walks with them, even around a single room, and make sure they can’t trip over anything. If you need the extra layer of insulation, flannel bedsheets (or anything but silk) will do good, without causing such a tripping hazard.
Make sure elderly people on medication continue to take it. If you’re worried about freezing weather, check their supply and make sure you have enough to last you through at least one wave of cold. Be aware of existing health conditions so you can know how the cold weather may affect them specifically.
If someone is compromised in health:
Meds, meds, meds. You must have enough medication to last at least one wave of cold, and any other things needed to maintain health. You really don’t want to be taking trips to the ER when it’s that cold.
If someone has paralyzed limbs, KEEP THEM WARM. Frostbite and other such things can still screw you over big-time, even if it’s on parts of your body that you can’t feel. Make sure to check the extremities and immobile parts of anyone with such conditions regularly to make sure they’re staying warm.
If someone is not physically ill, but takes medications, be sure to check how those medications can affect body temperature regulation. Beta-blockers and calcium channel blockers slow the body’s responses and make one more susceptible to cold. These medications are usually prescribed for blood pressure regulation, and for people with certain cardiovascular conditions.
Depressant drugs will make you colder. DON’T DRINK ALCOHOL TO WARM UP. Alcohol will make the cold worse, not better, because it depresses your body’s response. Other depressant drugs have the same effect: mind people on anti-convulsants, barbituates, sleeping medications, Ativan, Xanax, Valium, Phenobarbital, etc. Look things up before you learn the hard way what they do. The cold is not the time to do drugs, if that’s the kind of thing you’re into. For those on these drugs for prescriptions, keep a closer eye on them, and check their extremities and responses regularly. Excessive lethargy/drowsiness in anyone is a sign of the cold getting to them.
Anyone sick gets cold easier than usual, and gets more sick much easier than usual. Keep a close eye on those compromised in health, because they’ll usually be among the first to have problems.
If you have pets:
Mammals (dogs, cats, horses) need extra warmth. Coats. Layers. Your own socks. A blanket. Larger animals will stay warmer longer. Cats are especially susceptible to cold, so make them cuddle sometimes even if they don’t want to (purring will help them stay warm, though), and any animals should not get wet when it’s that cold. When your dog(s) has/have to go out, put socks on their feet, then if it’s wet or snowy outside plastic-wrap them, rubber-band plastic baggies to their feet, whatever you can to provide a waterproof layer between the ground and their socks. Wet fabric will make a mammal even colder. Duct-tape on top of socks is a good solution, too. If your animals are friends with each other, they may as well huddle for warmth. Throw a blanket over your pets, if they’ll tolerate it, in extreme cold.
Rodents and rabbits don’t take cold well at all, worse than many other mammals. Take care to keep them bundled up and warm, even if they have to wear your socks and hats and old t-shirts to do it. If your pets aren’t cuddly, well, they may have to learn.
Reptiles (snakes, lizards, etc.) will get cold very fast, especially without heating lamps or other measures. “There’s a snake in my boobs” is no longer just a meme. If your snake is cuddly, keep it touching your skin. If not, allow yourself a layer or two between you and an animal that may bite you, but keep reptiles close.
Many amphibians are OK in freezing weather, as many of them hibernate. Frogs can survive in weather down to 19 degrees F for weeks, but if it dips below that, give them some help and do your best to keep them warm enough without making them too warm. Hibernating animals should hibernate; it’s how they keep warm in the cold and it’s a necessary process.
Birds get cold. Huddle, give them a sock with some holes in it as a sweater, check them to make sure they’re warm enough. Parrots, parakeets, and many songbirds are especially susceptible to the cold.
Whichever animal you have, research how well it tolerates the cold to see how much you need to worry. Always check your pets for signs of being too cold or too warm, in any kind of weather, as pets may overheat when it’s cold if you’ve helped them too much. For rarer pets, research thoroughly how to keep them in colder weather. If you worry that your pet won’t survive or won’t do well with you, consider speaking to a friend or someone you trust who will have a warm enough climate/indoor heating to watch your pet before cold may strike. Better safe and a little lonely than sorry.
When things are heading south, prioritize the baby, then the elderly person, then the sick person, then the young child, then the teens and adults. Adjust as needed, and place pets as they go, because they can also be young, elderly, or ill. People with more body fat will stay warmer.
General tips for warmth:
Gender roles are abandoned when it’s that cold. Women’s tights are a godsend. Wear as many as you can layer, especially the ones marked “thermal”. Shapewear will help immensely. Silk won’t do much; prioritize cotton and wool.
WOOL IS SO GODDAMN WARM. There’s warmth, and there’s wearing multiple layers of wool. People in history didn’t have central heating, but they did have woolen undergarments.
Crappy, non-breathable fabrics will do a lot to retain body heat. Remember what was stifling in the summer? Layer with it. Plastic-y, synthetic fabrics suck for athletic wear, but they’re great for keeping you warm when all else fails. And if all else really fails, and you’re in immediate danger of frostbite, duct-tape and plastic wrap.
Try not to sweat. The more you work out, the more heat you’ll produce, but the more you’ll perspire. Moisture is the enemy of staying warm. Wet will make cold much worse, so if you find yourself working hard enough to sweat, wipe it away with warm, or at least dry, fabrics and try to sweat as little as possible. You don’t want to keep cool when you’re trying to stave off frostbite.
Wear a mask, especially close-fitting ones made of fabric, but even disposable will do. Remember how unpleasant they are in hot weather? Masks provide another barrier against the cold, and they protect some of the most sensitive parts of your body. Your own warm breath will do a lot to warm your face when it’s reflected back onto you. Don’t be afraid to breathe onto your loved ones in close quarters either. Or wear multiple masks at once. As long as you can breathe, you can get warmer.
Cuddle puddle for ultimate warmth, especially while sleeping. More warm bodies means more warmth. Carefully place those most vulnerable nearer to the center, being careful not to crush anyone. Babies, children, older folks, and health-compromised folks will do best sandwiched between two people, if possible. If not, prioritize to put the most vulnerable between the less vulnerable.
If you have a working fireplace, use it. Remember that only dry wood will burn. Stock up on kindling (I suggest newspaper to get the flame started and a lot of twigs/sticks/dry leaves), then mid-sized logs. Heavier wood contains more to burn, but should be added once the fire is well and going. Greener wood won’t burn as well. Very lightweight logs, regardless of size, will be good to start, but won’t offer much time. Keeping a fire going will require a lot less energy than stopping and starting it, so keep an eye on it. This is also a good way to heat food, to get two birds with one stone. Warm food will always do more in the cold than room temperature or cold food. Stock up on wood before the cold hits, and keep it in a dry place, even if it’s not your warm room. Wet wood will offer nothing when it’s already cold.
If you own tarp, you own free insulation. That stuff’s insane. Throw it between a couple blankets, or on the floor, or against the window.
Candles. And good-quality lighters. A solid tri-wick, long-lasting candle can smell as awful Joann will sell and still keep several people warm in sub-zero temperatures.
That’s all I can think of now, but feel free to add on. Stay warm, and stay safe.
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jinmukangwrites · 3 years
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@damianwayneweek 6 (6-18): Baby Damian | Family bonding | First crush
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Notes: Short, sweet, barely edited cuz it's 1am. Please enjoy some de-aged Damian and frazzled Dick. Yes I'm back on my Damian and Dick bullshit. I just love them so much.
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Three days, according to Zatanna. The magic that hit Damian isn't permanent, and should wear off on its own within three days.
Dick already doesn't know what to do with himself. He was hardly prepared to take over and raise a ten year old, let alone a toddler.
But here he is, sitting in the manor living room watching as a small version of his already little brother toddles around on chubby baby legs. He can't be more than two. He can walk around on his own well enough—though Alfred did block off all of the stairs in the manor anyways—and every so often he'll point at something and say... Something that sounds like a demand.
Dick wasn't really ever good with understanding baby gibberish. It doesn't help that Damian seems to have reverted in memories as well... so the things he's demanding probably aren't in English as it's not his first language.
Damian wobbles up to Dick, holding out a toy train that Alfred dug out from the attic that used to belong to Bruce. Dick takes it and thanks him, but Damian pays him no mind and returns to his toys, babbling about something only he understands.
It's so weird seeing him like this. All small, chubby, soft, and bright eyed. Dick doesn't know everything Damian has gone through... growing up in the League... and as much as Dick dislikes Talia, he knows she was the best mom she could be to him. She's raised him to be a smart, strong young man, and taught him to be able to protect himself in his dangerous surroundings... and of course Dick has known Damian long enough to have gotten through his walls and see the wonderful boy underneath, but as he watches this toddler squeal as another toy train turns on and runs on its own...
He cannot help but mourn the child Damian could have been. Should have been if every child in the world had the privilege of growing up in a safe home and no worries besides homework.
He shakes his head. He cannot think like that. Whatever child Damian could have grown into if he hadn't been raised by the League is still in there. Just a bit harder to bring out. Dick can feel himself getting closer every day.
Damian notices him shaking his head and makes a curious ah sound. He walks over to Dick, lifting his arms, and Dick assumes he wants to be lifted. He smiles at the kid and grabs him under the armpits and lifts him into the air perhaps a bit quicker than what he was expecting. The kid screeches as Dick lifts him over head and let's go for just a moment to catch him and bring him back down to his face.
Damian scowls a familiar scowl and hits Dick on the nose with his stubby little fingers.
"Bah," he scolds, and a laugh bursts from Dick's throat.
Yup, Damian is still in there.
-o-o-o-o-
"I'm beginning to understand why B adopted all of us when we were already in elementary," Dick complains as baby Damian screams in his wooden high chair—yet another thing dug up from the attic that probably belonged to Bruce.
Alfred hands Dick a rag with a smirk. The thrown bowl of mac-and-cheese is all over Dick's shirt.
"Master Bruce always had a tenderness for infants," Alfred replies as he uses another rag to wipe off the still screaming and complaining Damian. "He always found joy in finding whatever excuse he could to hold and play with a baby. We used to go to a church when he was still a child himself, and there was a woman there without a husband who would always bring her infant. He would always offer to hold the child for her during the sessions to give her a break."
There's a twinkle in his eye when he looks over at Dick. "I imagine that if this had happened to you, or your other siblings, when he was still around, he would have loved every second of it. Food throwing, tantrums, and all."
Dick can't help but smile. He looks over at Damian who's now kicking his legs and waving his now clean hands in a fit. "Still, I wonder what's making him so mad."
"He might not like the taste," Alfred says, "or the texture. Perhaps some experimentation is due."
After some expiration and a lot of screaming through baby lungs that couldn't possibly hold that much air, they find that Damian really likes tomato soup, apple sauce, and broccoli.
-o-o-o-o-
"Master Dick," Alfred speaks up on the first evening while they were showing Damian Pooh's Heffalump Movie. Dick was relaxing and watching the movie, trying to remember if he's seen this one or not, while Damian was on the floor playing with an old kitten stuffed animal.
"Yeah?" Dick asks. He looks over at Alfred, only to see Alfred raise an eyebrow down at Damian. Dick follows his look, then his stomach drops when he finds that under the recently shopped for infant clothes, is a full looking diaper.
Dick looks back up at Alfred.
"Please, god, no."
Alfred drops a diaper, a bag of wipes, and a cloth into Dick's hands. "Good luck, sir."
-o-o-o-o-
Dick's about to lose his mind. He did everything Alfred told him to. He read a bedtime story—Where the Wild Things Are, as it was Dick's personal favorite as a child. He made sure his diaper was clean. He turned on some white noise. He even gave him Zitka. Yet, everything he did, Damian would scream and sob in his borrowed crib until Dick picked him up and started to sing the lullabies sung to him as a child. He sings the ones from his own native language, and even though there's no way Damian understands Romani, the kid calms down and reduces to exhausted little hiccups and almost seems to fall asleep with his little fingers curled in Dick's shirt.
And the second Dick puts him down, the crying rekindles.
Dick doesn't know what to do. Damian cries and cries until he's held and sung to, but Dick can't hold and sing to him all night. He paces Damian's room, bouncing the aforementioned kid-turned-infant in his arms, mumbling tunes to whatever lullaby decides to leave his lips.
Alfred told him he has permission to wake him up if he needed anything with Damian through the night, but Dick can't bring himself to. Alfred already works so hard during the day and night, keeping the manor in shape and making sure Dick doesn't get himself killed during patrol... He shouldn't have to be relied on to take care of a grumpy baby that won't go to sleep.
No, no Dick can handle this. Damian is calm when he's held and sung to, so that's what Dick will do. He walks to the cradle and pulls out Zitka, then goes to his own bedroom to sit on his bed and holds Damian close to his chest, singing and bouncing him gently.
Eventually, Damian goes completely still against his chest, snoring slightly, but Dick's too fearful to risk anything now. He stops singing though, resorting to simply holding Damian and trying to keep his own eyes open.
He fails, but he wakes up in the morning with Damian laying on his chest, still fast asleep and drooling all over his shirt.
Dick doesn't look a gift-horse in the mouth. He shifts into a better position, then allows them both to sleep in a little longer.
-o-o-o-o-
Alfred discovers the problem quickly when Dick tells him how hard it was to get Damian to sleep. Turns out, Damian's teething. By noon, Alfred had returned from the closest grocery store with a few tools to help with that. He puts a few water filled plastics into the fridge, then gives Damian one to chew on in the meantime. And chew on it, Damian does. He gets slobber everywhere, but at least he's no longer so upset, especially once a cold one is exchanged into his grubby little hands.
-o-o-o-o-
"That's absolutely adorable," Barbara says over the phone. Dick's just finished sending her a massive amount of pictures he's taken of Damian after taking him outside to play in the backyard with the dogs. He's sent her the pictures mostly because he needs people to see how cute Damian is while trying to tackle a dog twice the size of him... but also partly because he gets the feeling once Damian's back to his normal age, he will make sure all evidence of this is destroyed.
Barbara is someone Dick's sure can keep pictures hidden in a safe place... just in case Dick wants to see them again after lying to Damian he deleted them.
-o-o-o-o-
Dick's beginning to understand why people like babies. Like, they're cute, yes. The sounds they make are cute sometimes too. The things they find funny are usually very goofy and enjoyable to watch. Their laughs are contagious, and their babbles are enjoyable to try and decipher...
But nothing beats watching them sleep, curled up against your chest. Full trust in you that you'll keep them safe. It's nap time, and instead of trying to peel Damian off from him and put him in the crib, he's decided to just let the kid pass out in his arms and use the opportunity to take a nap himself.
Apparently it's bad to always let babies sleep with you, but Damian's not going to be this small forever. Might as well enjoy holding him like this in pure peace while he can.
-o-o-o-o-
It seems Zatanna was generous with her prediction, as he wakes up with his breath being knocked out of him. Damian, his rightful age and dressed in his full Robin uniform, scrambles off of Dick's chest. It's all knees and elbows, and Dick's left rubbing his ribs as Damian pats his body, as if making sure he's really a 10 year old boy and not an infant.
"Good to have you back," Dick grunts, rubbing his eyes and holding back a grin.
Damian whirls on him and points an accusing finger. "I don't remember what all happened," he hisses, "but you will delete any photos immediately."
Dick bursts into laughter, grabbing Damians pointed hand and tugging him into a proper hug. Damian squawks just a little, but relents when Dick squeezes him tighter than what he would to an infant. Yes. This feels right. Baby Damian was cute and cuddly, but he really missed the prickly attitude of this rascal.
"Okay," he says, releasing his charge. "I'll delete the photos, after we tell Alfred you're back and you've changed out of the suit."
Damian huffs and nods. "That was horrible."
"I don't know, I thought it was fun," Dick teases. Damian glares at him and Dick grins back.
Yeah, he missed his kid.
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The Royal Series | Pt. VIII
The Royal Series Masterlist
"Come on, Henry!" You laughed at your brother, wrapping the scarf you got him around his neck. "It's your best picture!" The green and red scarf had a picture of him fighting a pap in 2004 all over it, ready to be worn.
"You were only 10 when this happened, how did you even remember this?" He laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you to his chest.
"Brings out the colour in your eyes." Will said, helping Charlotte off of his lap and letting her run towards you.
"Think you should wear my gift to your boyfriend's family meeting." Harry joked, letting you go.
You rolled your eyes, scooping Charlotte in your arms. "Did you see Granny's face when I opened the gift?"
Harry mimicked, making everyone in William's drawing room laugh. "Admit it, it's a nice sweatshirt."
"The best thing to wear to a first family meeting; Harry Styles have my babies. Excellent choice." You said sarcastically, swaying Charlotte gently in your place.
"Teetee, did you like my present?" Charlotte asked enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around your neck.
"I loved it! I'm putting that picture frame beside me, on my bedside table. So every morning when I wake up and every night before I sleep, I see you and your brother. It's the best to wake up and sleep to, Charlie." You smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Also, our little squish here wrote me a very nice letter." You nodded towards Kate's baby bump.
Spending more time with your family doing nothing but laughing, teasing one another, and reminiscing the days when you were all younger, it wasn’t long before you were putting on your coat and ready to leave.
"Do you have to go?" Charlotte whined, frowning as she looked at you.
You cooed, "Aw, none of that now, Charlie. I'll be back before you know it."
"Yeah, Charl, Teetee will only be gone for a few days before she comes back." Kate said, standing beside you as she assured her daughter, "We don't want Y/N leaving with us crying and her getting sad, do we?"
Charlotte nodded before letting out a dramatic sigh, "Okay."
"Now, I really have to go. Want to help me get my bags?" To which Charlotte nodded eagerly to, making you grin, "Where's your brother? Where's Georgie?"
"I think he's in his room." Will said, standing up.
"Let's go get him, Charlie. Let old Daddy sit, wouldn't want him hurting his back." You said teasingly as you walked past your brother, hearing everyone behind you snickering.
"Hey! Don't tell my daughter that!" Will joked, making you wave him off.
Reaching George's room, you let Charlotte knock before you heard him give you a "Come in!"
You opened the door gently, peaking yours and Charlotte's head inside to see George sitting on his floor, playing with the train toy set you had gotten him. His head snapped towards you, a grin instantly drawn to his face as he stood up and sped towards you, hugging your legs. "Auntie, you're still here!"
"I am, baby, but I wanted to ask you if you want to join me and Charlie and help me with my suitcases?" You stroked his scalp gently.
"Yes, of course! I'll get my train." He said before walking back to his previous spot, taking one red train before walking beside you, holding your hand.
George opened the door to your room, going inside and climbing up the bed till he sat, his feet dangling and swaying as he made train noises and flew his toy in the air. You sat Charlotte beside him, giving her the small piano toy she had left in your room the previous day, before unlocking your phone, finding 3 missed calls from Harry.
"Shit," you cursed under your breath, turning your phone slightly to find that it was silenced.
You instantly called him back, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder blade as you opened your plain blue suitcase, double checking that nothing was missing before checking your duffel bag, too.
"I thought you got cold feet." Harry said as soon as he picked up, followed by a heartfelt laugh.
You smiled to yourself, taking your red sweater in your hand, "No, no. My phone's mute button was probably pushed by accident. Is something wrong?"
"No, love. I just wanted to make sure that you're," he cleared his throat, "You know, still coming."
"I am, H. I'm about to leave," you assured him before chuckling, "They still don't believe you?"
"They don't. Even showed them a couple of pictures but they told me that my fans make insane photoshopped pictures. I’m starting to feel very offended."
You laughed, zipping your suitcase. "Good thing I'm spending New Year's with you then, huh?"
"The best. Still sure about that? Wouldn't your family have your head?" He asked. "One, I'm sure. Two, told you it's me who decides. Now," you held your phone with your hand, "I have to go get dressed. I'll text you when I'm near, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. I'm waiting for you. Take care, yeah?"
"Always do. Bye, baby." And so, it slipped from your mouth, making your eyes widen and your other hand to cover your mouth.
The pet name didn't seem to go unnoticed by Harry as he giggled quietly into the phone, giving you an eager "bye!" and a kissy noise before hanging up.
"I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." You informed your niece and nephew who only nodded at you, too engrossed in their toys.
_
With the car door open wide for you, you bent down, hugging George and Charlotte close to your chest, kissing their temples. "Be good for Mummy and Daddy, will you?"
"Yes, Teetee." They both replied, their arms on you.
"Come on, give me a kiss." You smiled, patting your cheeks for them to which they giggled at, leaning forward and planting loving kisses on your cheeks. "I love you."
"Love you, Teetee!"
Getting into the car and blowing everyone a kiss, you nodded at your driver who stood by the driver's door side. "Don't worry, Ben. I’ll be careful." You smiled, "You spend some time with your family."
"I did actually spend a wonderful time with my wife and the kids." He smiled, closing the door after you got in and put on your seatbelt before you put down your window.
"Oh! Did they like my presents? I certainly hope they did. Although I'm not so sure about the sizes, I just picked the ones suitable for your daughters' and wife's ages." You chuckled, looking up at him.
"They loved it, Your Highness! And the sweaters fit them just right. Lilly especially wanted me to thank you and invite you for a tea party." Ben chuckled humorously as he referred to his youngest daughter, only being 5.
You grinned, perking up. "I love tea parties! I'd gladly come if you'd let me."
Ben laughed in delight, nodding eagerly. "Of course we would! You're welcomed to visit anytime, Your Highness."
You smiled, starting the car before waving at him before you drove off, already feeling the nervous butterflies in your stomach at the thought of meeting Harry's family after a 3-hour drive.
Meanwhile, Harry sat on his mother's sofa, laughing at Gemma's embarrassing stories that Anne was telling Michal, Gemma's boyfriend, laughing at his sister's sour face.
"Oh, come on. At least I'm not as delusional as Harold here, says he's with HRH Princess Y/N." Gemma snickered.
Harry groaned, dropping his head low in defeat. "She's coming in a few hours."
"Oh dear, I have to move the pebbles for when the horses arrive on our doorstep." Anne joked.
"She doesn't move in coaches, Mum." Harry laughed.
"Probably wings." Gemma joked, motioning with her arms to wings, making Harry throw a cushion on her.
"Stop it, Gemma. Stop making fun of your brother," Anne said, standing up and taking two of the many empty glasses on the table which belonged to some of Harry's family whom were in their presence but left, "I raised you both to never make fun of troubled people." She giggled, speeding off to the kitchen.
"Hey, why are you doubting him? Harry's pretty big and known." Michal defended him, looking at Gemma.
Gratefully, Harry made prayer hands as he closed his eyes, mouthing "Thank you" to him.
"I'm not belittling him but," Gemma began, "This 23-year-old woman, one of the most beautiful, whose father is Prince Charles and mother is Princess Diana and her grandmother is the fucking Queen and was raised and continues to live in the monarchy is pretty big, too."
"You always believed me when I told you about my girlfriends." Harry gave her a side eye, raising his eyebrows.
"Because you dated what we now call ordinary people, T Swift, Kendall Jenner. If a colleague of mine told me that they were dating them I'd believe them," she stood up, taking a couple of glasses before following Anne to the kitchen. "Better start cleaning before Her Highness arrives.”
Harry rolled his eyes, looking at Michal. "At least you believe me."
Michal chuckled, standing up as him and Harry started helping Anne and Gemma with the remains of the Christmas get-together they threw.
_
"It told me to make a left, so I did." You said, glancing at your phone in its holder before looking at your surroundings. "Alright wait, I'm coming outside." Harry said through the speaker, the sound of some shuffling around being heard next.
"Are you wearing a green jumper?" You asked, squinting your eyes to get a better look at the figure in front of you.
"Yes! Is that you in the black ca-Oh, hi." He giggled as you drove closer to him, finally getting a clearer view. "Bye bye." He eagerly said before hanging up, watching you park in front of him.
You grinned as you rolled your window up and took your keys and phone, Harry opening your door for you.
The moment you got out, Harry wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you chest-to-chest closer. "You look very cuddly right now," he whispered, kissing your hair. "You always look cuddly now that I think about it."
You laughed, putting your hands on his chest and looking up at him. "I got some nice cocoa powder for hot chocolate. It's the best you'll ever have."
"I think we have marshmallows." He nodded. "Where are my manners?" Harry asked himself. Smiling as he leaned down, he pressed his lips to yours. Your leaned back on your car, smiling into the kiss as your hands moved to his jaw.
"They still don't believe you?" You asked as you took your breath, glancing back at his house before looking at him.
Harry rolled his eyes, "They teased me enough."
You tried not to laugh, though did a terrible job at it, before patting his chest, "Come on then. Let's meet them." You got out of his grasp and towards your boot. Right as you were about to take your suitcase, Harry beat you to it, taking it out, draping your duffel bag on his shoulder before closing the boot.
"I can take it." You said as he rolled your suitcase in one hand, the other holding yours.
"So can I. Come on." You both walked towards his open door, you smiling sheepishly as you tried not to look around.
"It's quiet." You whispered as Harry put your suitcase and duffel bag beside the door after kicking it close.
He chuckled, "They're in the back."
"I got presents." You whispered again, "Oh shit, I forgot to take them from the backseat." You opened the door, practically jogging towards your car before Harry followed you, grinning as he saw you take out neatly wrapped medium sized boxes in glistening and vibrant Christmas wrapping. "I trust you with the sizes you gave me."
"You got Mum that dress you showed me?" He asked, helping you and taking two boxes, leaving you with one which had a card on top of it with your neat handwriting that said “Merry Christmas, Michal!”
You nodded, humming. "And got Gemma the striped suit and the golf watch for Michal. Is that all alright?"
"Baby, I told you that you don't even have to get anything." Harry chuckled, bumping his hip with yours.
"It's Christmas, H. Everyone deserves nice presents." You smiled.
"Let's put these under the tree." Harry said, raising his eyebrows upwards as you both walked inside. Instantly smiling at the cosy aura the place had, your eyes fell on the twinkling Christmas tree by the window. You put the box under it, waiting as Harry put the other two there.
"And your gift is in my suitcase." You giggled, looking up at him.
"Yours is in my room." He replied with a dimpled grin, "Come on."
With his hand on your waist, you both walked towards the kitchen where you heard chatter and clinking, making you look at Harry, giving him a nervous smile. "Oh God." You whispered to yourself, huffing out before putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, your fingers lacing together in front of you, sheepishly.
Harry gave you a quick peck on the cheek before walking inside the kitchen, clearing his throat to catch his family's attention.
You could almost hear a pin drop. All of their jaws dropped, faces going tint red, looking intently at the new addition. You looked up at Harry for a second before looking back at the ones in front of you. "Hi, I'm Y/N."
"What the fuck?" Gemma was the first to speak, Harry cringing as he squeezed your waist slightly. Gemma's eyes caught her brother's, who widened his green eyes at her before she cleared her throat, drying her hands in the yellow towel on her shoulder before putting it on the chair. "Do I-Do I curtsy?"
"God, please don't," You laughed, moving forward and naturally wrapping your arms around her in a brief hug. "You look a lot like Harry. It's insane."
Still at a loss of words, Gemma awkwardly hugged back, looking at Harry from over your shoulder as he smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow. "You look like-" She cleared her throat, "Like how I see you on the telly."
You chuckled, pulling away, "I'm hoping that's a good thing?"
"Yeah, of course. Of course, it is."
"Excuse my daughter," Anne spoke, moving forward and approaching you with a wide, loving smile. "I'm Anne."
You and Anne hugged, her rubbing your back soothingly as she did. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Good things?" She asked jokingly as you both pulled away.
"The best." You nodded in confirmation.
"It's so nice to meet you." Michal said, leaning down and giving you a greeting hug before looking at Gemma, "Guess your brother isn't so delusional after all, huh?"
"Shut up." She said under her breath, covering her face.
"Let's take this to the living room, shall we?" Anne grinned enthusiastically.
"They're starstruck." Harry leaned down, whispering in your ear.
"I'm more of in awe that I'm meeting them." You giggled, holding his hand that was draped from your shoulder.
"Who got-Oh God, did you-" Anne gasped, looking back at you from the tree.
"It's Christmas. It's also a thank you for making me spend New Year's with you." You smiled warmly, feeling yourself get hotter, “I hope that’s okay.”
"Did I just get a present from the Princess of the United Kingdom?" Gemma asked her boyfriend quietly who tried to stifle his laughter and not burst out laughing before his face fell, looking at one box under the tree, "Yup. She got you one, too."
"I read online that's she's known in the royal family to get the funniest Christmas gifts." He whispered back.
They couple both shared a look before looking at you, laughing at something Anne said. "We did make fun of our Harry, honestly. Sorry, darling."
"I felt very offended, thank you very much." Harry put his hand on his heart dramatically before looking at you, "How was your drive here?"
"Very nice and quiet. That intersection you told me about saved me a lot of time." You pointed at Harry.
"No offense, sweetheart but what do we call you?" Anne asked warmly, “We have never really interacted with someone from the royal family this close before, excuse us.”
"Please, don’t worry. Just Y/N would be great."
"And please call me Anne," Anne pointed at herself, "Oh where are my manners? Are you hungry, sweetheart? We had nice turkey and mashed potatoes."
"Mum makes incredible turkey." Harry said from beside you on the sofa, his hand on your knee.
"Thank you so much, Anne, but I think I'm so full. I managed to get myself pizza on the way.”
“How many slices did you have? You can’t be that full, love.” Harry asked.
“Got a large and finished it all actually,” you shrugged, “But actually, I got us some fine cocoa powder if you fancy a nice hot cocoa cuppa. It's homemade." You grinned, standing up to walk towards your suitcase, "Actually if you don't mind, I can make them."
"Oh, love. You really didn't have to." Anne laughed in delight, watching as you shook your head at her with a warm smile, "Gemma can help you."
"Of course!" Gemma perked up, standing up, "I personally love eating cocoa powder."
You laughed, pointing at her, " Me too! My brothers make fun of me for it all the time."
You and Gemma walked towards your suitcase by the door before you opened it, taking the packet of cocoa from one of the pockets and closing it. Gemma hummed, closing her eyes "It already smells so good."
"Trust me, it's the best you'll ever have." You assured her as you both walked back to where everyone was. Harry leaned his head back on the sofa, looking at you upside down before giving you a childlike wide grin, almost as if he was assuring you that it was going well.
_
Standing in the kitchen with Gemma as you warmed the milk, she cleared her throat, getting you to look at her. You felt nervous, almost as if you were preparing yourself for the talk.
"So, you and little Harold? How did that even happen?" She chuckled, looking at you as she leaned on the counter.
"I've been a fan of One Direction for as long as I remember and I've always, you know, kind of had a soft spot for H. I don't get to go to concerts and shows very often but I went to his show a few months ago after getting in contact with Jeff then I met him. We met then we went to this local bar not far away with the rest of the band and we sort of," you shrugged with a smile, "Clicked."
"I bet he was shitting himself," she laughed, turning off the stove before taking out mugs for you. "From what he told us, you haven't been dating for long."
You nodded, "Almost two months."
"I'm sorry if this is too straightforward but does your family know?" Gemma asked quietly.
"My brothers and their partners know that we're together, yes. Uh, my grandparents and father know something is going on but we kind of had," you gestured with your hands, "A disagreement you can say. They'll come around."
"But you're planning on telling them, right?"
You nodded instantly, "Definitely," you paused, sighing as you looked at her, "I know what you're thinking. I really don't plan on hurting Harry."
"What about your family? Do they not?"
Deciding to not take it to heart, you simply shook your head. "My family won't get in the way of what makes me happy."
"I'm sorry if I come off as a bitch, I just," Gemma stopped, looking at you sympathetically.
"I understand," You smiled, "I'd do the same if I were in your place. You're just looking out for your brother and I truly respect that."
Gemma smiled in gratitude before shaking her head, "God, you sound so posh."
As the night went on and everyone was more comfortable, you were tucked in Harry's side, his arm wrapped tightly around you.
Empty mugs of hot cocoa were proof of the success and so were the smiling faces in the room. Gemma, Anne and Michal sat with their presents on their laps as they waited to unwrap them.
First went Anne, neatly unwrapping the present after complimenting your choice of wrapping paper. Her eyes almost widened at the Versace box, opening the lid slowly as she gasped at what's inside. She took the dress out, holding it at arm's length as she gushed over it. "Y/N! This is gorgeous, sweetheart!" She stood up, holding it over her.
"Ooooo, look at you." Gemma grinned, now feeling over the moon excited to open her present.
"This is a lot, Y/N."
"It's not, I promise. You're letting me stay here for 6 whole days, Anne. It's the least." You truthfully said, giggling when she gave you a kiss on the cheek.
Harry grinned at the interaction, rubbing your arm.
"Okay, my turn!" Gemma exclaimed, unwrapping the present before gasping at the Alexander McQueen box, "Oh God," She laughed, opening it. "Ooooo,"
"I trusted H with the sizes." You informed them, watching as Gemma took out the black and white striped jumpsuit out.
"I love you already." Gemma pretended to wipe her tears, making everyone laugh. "Thank you so much, Y/N." "You're welcome, Gemma. I bet it would look so good with red lipstick." You wiggled your eyebrows.
"You know what? We're going out tomorrow and I'm wearing that." She pointed at you. Gemma sat down, elbowing Michal, "Go on then."
Opening his box after unwrapping it, Michal let out an excited laugh as he looked at the expensive golf watch he remembers telling Gem about it a year ago. "That's massive! Thank you!"
"It's no problem. Harry told me you're really into golf. He helped me with this one." You smiled up at Harry who scrunched his nose.
"Did a great job, mate."
_
You left your hair down as you changed into your pyjamas, walking inside Harry's room. Right as you stepped inside, Harry quickly covered something with the covers, making you stand on the doorway with your hand on your hip. "Got something, Styles?"
"Don't know what you're talking about." Harry shrugged, tilting his head at you with a cheeky grin.
You sighed dramatically, "Guess I just won't give you your present then."
Harry laughed, throwing his head back, "Y/N!" He whined.
"Fine," you chuckled, "Alright I got you a bunch of stuff actually." You took the rectangular box out of your duffel bag, holding it out as you sat beside him on the bed, crossing your legs.
"Okay," Harry breathed out, copying your moves and sitting in front of you with his legs crossed, unwrapping the box. "You have really nice wrapping paper."
"Thank you, I take pride in choosing and wrapping them." You giggled, bringing your knees closer to your chest as you rested your chin on your knee.
The first thing Harry got out of the box was a book that had a cat in front books and a typewriter on cover, the title being "I Could Pee On This" along with "And Other Poems by Cats"
Harry burst out laughing; his eyes shut and his head back as his hand slapped his thigh. "Where did you even find this?!"
You only shrugged in response, grinning at his reaction. "I know you love cats and I thought it might be exactly what you need."
"I definitely needed that. Thank you, baby." He laughed, putting it beside him before taking out the next item. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the packet in his hand, reading what was written; "Animal butt magnets."
"When I first came to your house, I noticed your fridge didn't have any magnets so I thought you should add a few there."
Harry laughed, turning the packet to you, "You got me animal butts for me to stick on my fridge?"
You nodded excitedly, hugging your legs, "Precisely!"
"You're absolutely mental." Harry chuckled, leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Now for the grand, real gift!" You exclaimed in a reporter's voice, opening your arms wide.
Harry grinned, glancing at you before closing his eyes and taking the last item out of the box. His eyes fell on his hands, laughing, "Love, is that-" He glanced at you before opening the wallet in his hands, "It's a wallet! You got me a wallet that looks like burnt toast!"
"I love all of them!" Harry laughed, moving until he propped himself up on his knees, cupping your face in his hands as he pressed his lips to yours. "Has anyone ever told you how creative you are with gifts?" You hummed, smiling up at him before glancing at his lips, "Maybe one or two."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You whispered back, pecking his lips.
"You might not know it but you've been touching your present all along." Harry chuckled, kissing your temple for a second before taking the box from under the covers.
"H, it's made a fucking lump. Of course I knew it was a present." You laughed, looking at the green wrapped box.
You unwrapped the box, Harry watching nervously and silently admiring how gentle you were while unwrapping the box. "Gucci!" You grinned, looking at him, "That's your favourite."
"I remember you telling me you like something of mine so," he shrugged.
You opened the box, "Loafers! You got me loafers!" You grinned, taking them out, "Are we going to be the cliché couple that match?"
"I think we're cliché enough to do that." Harry nodded. "There's something else in there."
You looked down, taking out the vinyl record in your hands, grinning when you read "Piano Man" and "Billy Joel".
“How on earth did you know I wanted this?"
"Might have had Farrah help me with that one." Harry smiled, shrugging sheepishly.
"You take your Christmas presents seriously, don't you?" You smiled, putting the shoes back in the box before wrapping your arms around his torso.
"Do you have any idea how hard picking a present for you is?" Harry rolled his eyes, groaning as he threw his head back.
"Hey, that goes both ways." You raised an eyebrow.
He laughed, raising his hand to push the hair that got on your face away, "You know what I got us for when we're back at my house? For our board games nights and all that?"
"And the Chinese takeaway?" You asked hopefully, making him chuckle and nod.
"And the Chinese takeaway," Harry confirmed, "I got us about 10 massive puzzle pieces."
You gasped, "You genius! I was actually thinking about getting us a new one."
"And now we have 10."
“And I have Gucci loafers.”
“And I have a wallet that looks like burnt toast.”
“Sorry about that, by the way. I didn’t know you took Christmas presents so seriously.” You sheepishly said, scrunching your nose as you looked up at him.
“Hey, none of that,” Harry frowned, “These are probably the nicest Christmas presents I have ever had. ‘sides,” he held up his wallet and new magnets, “What’s not serious about these babies?”
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lulu-balu · 2 years
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23 for the Lass :]
ohohoho thank you for asking this *rubs my hands together like a lil raccoon*
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Goldilock's basically my personification of the person I hope to be some day. Selfless and resourceful, using her circumstances to make her tiny impact on the world a good one. In the Mentor!Orik AU she's a shoulder to lean on for Orik and little Armilly, and does all she can to make their lives better. However she knows she has limits and boundaries of her own and that there are some problems that she just can't solve. she's also very strong because I want to be very strong and buff someday
this has been mentioned before but her family is slightly wealthy (Many of them are blacksmiths, her grandmother is the one that crafted her golden lock of hair). This has landed her in a rather fortunate spot; she was able to achieve her dream of moving to the woods and living in a cozy cabin. This is not her only goal, however; she eventually opens a stable to take care of folks' horses (which will be mentioned in a fic eventually so shhhh ;D). She funds this by supporting the family business: she lives in close proximity to Darkfrost Ridge and mines whatever precious minerals and valuable ore she can get her hands on, shipping it to her family's smithy.
Goldilock is very good at accidentally intimidating every new person she meets. With her massive size it's hard for her to not be scary at first glance lol. She also struggles with coming to terms that there are some things she just can't fix.
uhhhh I can't think of anything else that doesn't spoil things (aside from things that you know at least :P) so some random things now:
-I originally made her demi panromantic but after thinking on it a bit, she's definitely aro/ace. Another thing that's like me lol -She has a braid on the back of her head! I just never draw her from the back so I haven't really had a reason to draw it yet lol -Very warm and cuddly and gives good hugs -She played the guitar growing up and will still occasionally play it when she's by herself or when she thinks someone needs it -loves loves LOVES wind. Loves the way it makes her jacket billow around, loves the way it tussles her hair, loves how it feels on her face. -plays with her hair when she's anxious -She gives little Armilly a LOT of piggyback rides. She also gives Armilly a LOT of cocao
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jawritter · 3 years
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Twelve Days Of Christmas
Chapter 3
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Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​
Square Field: Sleigh Ride
Word Count: 1760
Warnings: Hint of anxiety issues, fluff, fluff, and more tooth rotting fluff.
A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 4 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!
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The last thing you remember from the night before was falling asleep wrapped up in Dean’s arms in the Dean cave. Normally you weren’t one to fall asleep during movie night, but it also wasn’t normal for Dean to be that cuddly either, and you were apparently a lot more worn down from the hunt than you thought you were, not to mention your little self inflicted melt down over Christmas. Your anxiety tended to hit at the world's worst time and take a whole lot out of you when it did, yesterday was no exception. 
When you woke up this morning you were tucked safely in your bed, and you knew you didn’t wake up to get there on your own, meaning Dean must have carried you there and tucked you in after you had fallen asleep. That thought alone made you smile. Dean cared about you enough to carry you in there, and tuck you into your bed after you had fallen asleep on him. No man had ever done that for you before, and you swear your heart grew three sizes in your chest. 
You had always harbored feelings for Dean, but never allowed yourself to think that they could possibly be reciprocated by the famous Winchester. He was a warrior, a hero, and you were just lucky he allowed you into his little band of misfits to hunt with them, and gave you home when you met him years ago hunting a nest of Vampires in Illinois.
You climb out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas Dean had bought for you the night before, and made your way into the kitchen in search of coffee. You were surprised to find Dean standing next to the coffee pot with a cup in hand, fully dressed, showered, and ready for the day; normally Dean was a bit of a late sleeper. 
“Morning,” he said brightly, as if he’d been up waiting for hours, quickly grabbing a mug for you and filling it with coffee before you could even cross the floor. 
“Morning,” you tell him with a smile as you take the steaming mug from him, and make your way over to the table to sit down. “What’s got you up so early?” you asked him, and he chuckles as he sits to work on your breakfast. 
“Early? Sweetheart it’s almost noon,” he says without even turning around to face you, cracking an egg over the pan in front of him. “I was starting to think you were going to skip today and just stay in bed. I was a little hurt that I didn’t get an invitation,” he played as he pulled bacon from the pack and added it to the pan in front of him with the eggs. 
You blush at his antics and hide behind your coffee cup as Sam comes striding into the room, a book in hand, and a cup of to refill with coffee in another. He didn’t so much as give the two of you a second glance as he refilled his coffee up and started to track back out to the library with his nose firmly implanted in a book. Dean watched his brother as he gave the bacon on final flip and plated up your food before rolling his eyes and turning to you, shaking his head as he delivered your breakfast to you. 
“Boy’s lucky he found Eileen, if not I don’t think he’d ever get laid,” he grumbles as he takes a seat across from you and you stifle the laugh that threatens to fall from your lips with a mouth full of bacon. 
“Leave him be,” you scold, and Dean’s eyes sparkle a little with mischief when he playfully runs his foot across your under the table. Was he really playing footsie with you? 
You clear your throat, and decide to just play along without saying anything and you swear you saw a victory smirk cross his gorgeous face. 
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” you asked him, expecting some smart ass answer like porn, or some slasher marathon he’d planned since there was no case, and so much snow had fallen the night before it wasn’t like anyone wanted to get out in it anyway to actually work.
“You and I are gonna go downtown, so hurry up and eat your breakfast so you can get dressed,” he said excitedly, and you give him a confused look. 
“Downtown? It was a snow storm last night? Can we even get downtown?” you asked him in confusion, but he seemed thoroughly unfazed. 
“It stopped snowing hours ago, and the snow plows have already came through and cleared the roads, the sun's out, and it’s really not that bad out there, so hurry up Y/N/N!”
He looked so much like an over excited child that you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted too. You quickly finish your meal and dress in your room before meeting Dean in the garage where he’d gone to warm up Baby for you so that you wouldn’t be cold when you got into the car. 
You don’t know where this new, thoughtfully sweet, Dean came from but you weren’t complaining. Dean had never wanted to spend this much time with you before, and you were going to enjoy every second of it. 
“What are we doing downtown Dean?” you asked him as the car moved ever closer to Dean’s destination, his fingers were drumming alone to the classic rock song that was filtering through the speakers, and he was humming in a way you had only heard him do about a handful of times. He looked, happy? It was rare that Dean ever looked happy. It was a nice chance. 
“You're about to find out,” he said with a smirk, pointing ahead of him, at the side road where a fully decked out horse driven sleigh was waiting, children flocking around the animal as the handler let them each have a turn petting it’s short main. Your mouth fell open in utter shock and disbelief at the sight before you, and you couldn’t deny that the little girl in you was squealing with delight at the sight before you as Dean parks Baby safely on the side of the street. 
“Dean! Are you serious?!” 
You were all but bouncing up and down in the seat and Dean was chuckling at your excitement as his bright green eyes watched you, an emotion filling them you couldn’t understand in that moment. 
“Serious as a heart attack baby girl, I’ve already got us booked for a ride, in fact they're waiting on us now,” he said, getting out of the car and making his way around to pull you from the passenger side. 
You were still in so much shock that you all you could do was smile like an idiot as he laced his fingers with yours, and made his way over to the sleigh, shopping to let you pet the horse for a moment before helping you into it, following close behind you and draping the blanket they provided over your lap so that you wouldn’t get cold. 
The young man that was standing next to the horse climbed up behind the reins and took off slowly, making his way through a heavily decorated part of town, and through the little orchard that set just outside the park, snow making them limbs of the trees heavy and everything bright like winter wonderland as your eyes traveled around the scene before you. It looked like something out of a cheesy Hallmark movie, but you wouldn’t trade this experience for the world. Dean's eyes barley left your face, watching you as you looked around with a childlike amusement. 
“Dean, how did you even find out they were doing this?” you asked him as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to him to help keep you warm. Your heart fluttered around in your chest at the simple little act, and damn he smelt like Heaven.
“I saw it on the news, and I remember you saying how much you loved horses, so I figured it was something you would like to do,” he said simply with a shrug, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and those eye crinkles you loved so much coming out to play. “I thought this would be the perfect day 11.” 
“I love it De, thank you for thinking of me,” you tell him, letting your head rest against his shoulder as the landscape passed along by you like a beautiful, moving portrait. 
“I always think of you Y/N,” he said, and you blushed deeply at his little revelation, looking up into his forest green eyes as he stared down into your own. You watched as his eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes again, and for just a second you thought he was going to kiss you. 
Just before the electric pull between the two of you became irresistible he pulled back a little, and you could have kicked yourself for thinking this was anything but plutonic. You didn’t have a chance to sulk about it before his free hand reached over and laced with yours, quickly making the moment all too intimate again, his lips kissing the top of your forehead and making your heart leap in your chest. 
“You just wait to see what I have planned for day ten,” he chuckled as the sleigh started to make its way back to the starting point, and you started to question him, but something in his eyes just said he wanted to surprise you, so you wouldn’t spoil this for him either. 
“You know you don’t have to do this Dean,” you tell him earnestly, and he smiles warmly down at you as the ride comes to an end, and he helps you down, leading you towards the little hot chocolate stand that was set up close by. 
“I want too, Y/N/N, you deserve this, and I’m going to make this a Christmas you will never forget, trust me.” 
Your mind and heart fluttered with possibilities and excitement that you hadn’t felt in years, but more importantly you were pretty sure you were falling in love with this green eyed God of a man, and hoped that it didn’t put a damper on the holiday fun he had planned for the two of you.
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fallenfurther · 3 years
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An old trick
FAB-FIVE-FEB 2021 - Alan
Prompts used: balloon, beach
Finally written this one for @gumnut-logic FabFiveFeb challenge. I had the idea it just took a while to write it down. I’m still pondering over the other ones but I’ll get there eventually, no rush. This is all fluff (on paragraph of minor angst that any parent can relate too) but mainly lots of Alan being a fantastic uncle. Yep, Scott’s cute little boy has wiggled his way into yet another story. Enjoy!
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Sally flicked through the clothes on the rack, scanning for something new for Gordon and Alan. Both children lived primarily in hand-me-down clothes, but after already being worn by three other boys, those clothes were starting to get threadbare and were falling apart. Most people shopped online these days, but Sally had been dragged out to the shops as a child and it had stayed with her. It was also much easier to get the right size in person.
On the other side of the rail, a red balloon bobbed along, bringing a smile to her face. It was an old trick she had use when Jeff was a child, as he had been prone to wander off, which she had used again with all her grandsons. Alan was still too young for school, so she’d had to bring him with her. Their first stop had been the balloon man, where she had let Alan select a helium balloon, which she had tied around his wrist. Sally could always make an accurate guess at which one her grandson would pick. In the absence of any rocket or space themed balloon, the reddest one would be chosen. Today was no exception, a simple red balloon had been favoured by the boy. That balloon allowed Sally to keep an eye on the wandering toddler. The balloon would bob along at her eye level, occasionally slipping out of view as Alan ducked under something, before appearing again a minute later. Sally hadn’t lost a boy in years using this method, though Gordon had given it his best shot a few times. Thankfully, even he would refuse to lose a fish-shaped balloon. The current red balloon floated around the corner of the rail and appeared to her left along with the blond boy attached to it. Alan was muttering to himself as he pottered along, eyes fixed on the shuttlecraft in his hands.
“Red rocket flies fast to the moon, and lands, and Daddy gets out, and he collects moon rocks….”
Sally knelt down so she was at her grandson’s level, the selected shirt in her hands. Those blue eyes left the toy and met hers.
“I don’t think your Dad’s rocket is red, young man.”
“It should be red.”
His innocence radiated out from his sweet little face and brought a smile to hers. Holding up the navy top, she let the boy judge the picture on the front. His mouth dropped at the sight of the cartoon rocket flying towards the moon.
“How about this one, Alan?”
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Alan watched his nephew whiz past on the rollercoaster train. Squeals of glee came from many of the kids and his nephew was one of them. His eyes were large with delight, grin almost reaching his ears as one arm waved enthusiastically at Alan. Alan waved back, a matching smile on his face despite having had both an elbow and bag dig into him in the past five minutes. It wasn’t the fastest coaster on the promenade, but it was the only one that his nephew could go on, and this was his third ride. The boy was so much like Scott. As the ride slowed towards the station, Alan wriggled his way through the mass of parents towards the exit. His nephew ran straight at him with open arms. Alan knelt as best he could in the crowd and gave the boy a hug.
“Again, Alan, again!”
“No more. I said it was the last time.”
The child’s lip puckered slightly, and Alan knew what was coming, though this time he had a plan. Before the situation deteriorated, Alan bargained.
“No more rollercoaster, however I did spot the teacups earlier. How about we go spin around really fast on them?”
“Really fast together?”
“Exactly, we can do it together.”
An enthusiastic nod was his nephew’s response as a small hand slipped into his. Alan gazed at the boy with a proud smile, gripping the hand tightly as he led them into the crowd. It had been Penelope’s idea to come to the beach with the boy and Alan agreed it was a great idea. Grandma and Penelope were enjoying one of Weston-super-Mare’s finest tearooms, while the boys had fun exploring all the old-fashioned attractions. Weston-super-Mare had once been a popular seaside resort and had been restored and embellished to reflect its heyday. It was now considered a fantastic family vacation destination. Alan hadn’t expected it to be this busy though. Rare, good weather had coincided with the school holidays leading to an increased number of visitors.
They continued forward gallantly, people jostling Alan’s shoulder as the rushed past the slower pair. When his nephew was once again knocked into him by another unapologetic patron, Alan knew he had to act. Slipping his hands underneath the boy’s arms, Alan lifted him into the air and onto his shoulder. Fists clenched clumps of Alan’s hair as happy feet banged against his chest.
“I can see lots.”
“Can you see the teacups?”
Alan gripped the boy’s ankles and started weaving at a faster pace. He tried not to bump against others and paid particular attention to the ground, so he didn’t hurt any children.
“No.”
It didn’t surprise Alan, the teacups were around the corner out of sight, but it got his nephew glancing around. Despite him being a little young for a lot of the rides, they were still having a great day. As they turned a bend a small hand waved and pointed in the top of Alan’s vision.
“Alan, horses.”
Following the outstretched arm, Alan could see a horseracing game. With no time limit, and his own curiosity piqued Alan headed over to the stall. An enthusiastic host was commentating on the progress of the nine metal horses as they jolted towards the finish line. Before them, nine people frantically rolled balls up stages towards coloured holes. The person at position five pocketed his ball in a blue ringed hole and horse number five moved forward. It was second in the race and almost at the end. Unfortunately, number three crossed the line to the sound of a ringing bell.
“Yay!”
Clapping came from the bouncing boy on Alan’s shoulders. People started to leave their seats as the horses reset to the start and Alan twisted to look up at his nephew.
“Want to give it a go?”
“Yes.”
Alan grinned as he took a seat at stage four. Number three was still occupied by the previous winner. Carefully, he lifted the child from his shoulder and settled him in his lap, shifting so the boy could reach the balls at the bottom of their run.
“Alright you lovely ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, all you gotta do is roll your balls up the run, so they fall in the coloured hole….”
The attendant came along as he spoke, and Alan tapped his watch to the card reader. Glancing down at his nephew, who had a ball in his hands, he braced his legs against the wood and slipped an arm firmly around the child’s waist. The ball was raised up into Alan’s face, making him twist away.
“See the coloured holes?” Alan pointed up the run, “when the bell rings, we have to get the balls into those holes. That will make our horse move. Our horse is the green one with the four on its side. We have to try get it to the finish line.”
Those blue eyes were locked on his as the child nodded, before wriggling as he reached forward with the ball. Alan picked up a ball with his free hand and held it at the bottom of their stage, ready to roll it at the holes. The bell sounded and they rolled their balls up the green felt. They both missed; Alans going too far and his nephew’s falling short.
“Grab another and try again,” Alan encouraged, holding out the third ball for his nephew. It was taken and rolled, tapping the side of the yellow ring before coming straight back to them. Alan grabbed another ball and rolled it up, pocketing it into a yellow hole. This nephew had another go, but this time Alan rolled another ball just after. When his nephew’s ball started rolling backwards Alan’s banged into it, bouncing it forward again and making it fall down a yellow hole. The boy bounced, clapped and giggled at the same time.
“Keep going. We can do it.”
Alan grinned as he rolled a ball up the stage and it went into a red hole, bring a cheer from his lap. They started to get into the swing of it, his nephew occasionally rolling a ball hard enough for it to teeter on the edge of the yellow rings. They were both having fun when the bell rang to signal a winner. Alan was a little sad it was over. Lifting his head, he could see their horse was in last place, but he’d learnt long ago it wasn’t always about winning. Their horse had moved. Pointing at it, he made sure his nephew knew how well they had done.
“Look how far our horse got!”
There was a gasp before those blue eyes were sparkling up at him with pure joy and longing.
“Again. Again.”
Alan laughed, holding out his watch to the attendant. Half the seats around them changed hands. Grabbing the balls, the pair were ready when the bell sounded. All Alan could hear were the giggles of his nephew as they rolled balls up the felt together. When the bell tolled, their horse was once again last, but it had moved further.
“Again. Again.”
“Last time, buddy. We still need to go find the teacups.”
“Yes!”
The toddler was already focused on the holes, ball in a poised hand. Alan had managed to get the feel of it, as well as getting into a rhythm, so was over the moon when their horse was third from last this time.
“Again.”
Alan shifted backwards, pulling the child away from the stage and prepared to stand.
“No. It’s time for the teacups.”
The pout came, as it always did. Apparently, it made the child resemble a younger version of himself, which explained why strangers often mistook Alan for the boy’s father. Before they could leave the attendant lent over the stage and held out a small cuddly bear to the boy.
“For being a good sport.”
“What do you say?”
His nephew had the bear in his clutches, the pout having been replaced with a smile.
“Thank you.”
A large, dimpled grin was projected at the attendant, who chuckled and waved goodbye as they left. Heading into the ever-bustling crowd was much less fun. Alan was elbowed almost immediately but he could just about see the teacups between the people. As they made their way through a crossroads in the stalls, a bag was thrust into Alan and he instantly let go of his nephew’s hand to push it away.
“Hey, watch it.”
“Sorry mate,” was grumbled back, the owner walking away without a second thought.
Alan glanced down, hoping to grab his nephew’s hand, only for his heart to stop. He twisted left and right, eyes searching for the boy. It had only been a second, yet he was gone. People continued to push past as panic started to build. He couldn’t lose him. Alan called out the boy’s name, moving here and there around the streams of people. There were so many children, so many small faces he had to scan to find the one he wanted. As the seconds ticked by, worry descended over Alan. He called out again, straining his ears against the noise around him.
“Alan!”
It was a quiet cry, but it was all Alan needed. He headed towards it, and sure enough, there was his nephew, tears streaking his cheeks and falling into the fur of the teddy clutched to his chest. Alan grabbed him, pulling the boy into a fierce hug as relief flooded him. Alan fought the tears that threated to fall from his own eyes.
“It’s okay, buddy. I got you.”
Scanning around, he tried to get his bearing and let himself calm down. His eyes caught a glint of sunlight and his gaze settled on its source. A memory came to mind. Carrying his nephew, he headed back into the fray.
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A lovely girly afternoon tea with Lady Penelope was just what Sally had needed after being on the island for so long. Penelope was always good company, and it made a welcome change from her grandsons. Refreshed and relaxed, the pair headed down to the seafront with Parker in toe, to find the boys. Alan had messaged her their location, thankfully with enough unique details for them to easily find their way. He had become a fine young man.
Sally’s eyes scoured the seafront as they neared the stated location. She smiled when she spotted them, her heart melting at the picture. Alan was sitting on a bench with his nephew in his lap, both eating ice cream as they looked out over the sand. Matching smiles on their faces confirmed they had had a good time too. What surprised her most was the two balloons floating above them, gently tapping each other in the light breeze. The silver rocket attached to her great grandson made perfect sense, what child didn’t love a helium balloon? But the simple red one attached to Alan’s wrist puzzled her slightly. It sent her back in time to the young boy who always chosen red. Maybe he remembered it too.
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the-awkward-outlaw · 3 years
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Red Dead Secret Santa
Howdy @mileycyprus-hill​ I’m your secret Santa this year! I hope you like my gift to you! 
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Arthur sits astride his horse, his fingers aching from the cold. He shaked his hand a little, trying to fend off the ever-pressing chill. Even inside these rabbit-fur gloves, the low temperature bites his skin. Not only that, but his toes are chilled, his nose, his neck and ears. The one thing that keeps him warm is the thought of coming home to you and his two children. 
You’ve been Arthur’s anchor for many years now. Even before the gang fell apart, you were his rock. His best decision was to marry you, and his two favorite days were when his children were born. However, despite having a proper home now where you can live a quiet, peaceful, and most of all safe life, Arthur still has his wandering spirit. He definitely doesn’t stay away for as long of periods as when he was just a gang member. Usually he’s only out a couple of days. 
He’d left three days ago to go “hunting with John”. Or that’s what he told you and the kids. In reality, he’d taken a trip down to Blackwater to do some last minute Christmas shopping. He wanted something special for all three of you, and luckily Blackwater, being the large port for trade that it was, provided just that. After he’d done some shopping, he’d continued wandering to hunt for game, mostly as an excuse to you for being gone so long. 
The wind blows hard again, picking up a cloud of the freshly fallen snow and nearly taking his hat. His hand steadies it, securing it back onto his head and keeping him warm. Oh what he wouldn’t give to be in his warm home with the most important things to him. The steady mare beneath him snorts, seeming just as miserable as him. He pats her neck. “Almost home, girl.”
Around him, the iconic sharp mountains south of Valentine appear out of the fog. They’re covered in a beautiful blanket of snow, thanks to the major winter storm that had come through the night before. He looks up at the darkening sky, feeling even colder at the sight of the thick clouds. 
After another hour of riding, Arthur finally reaches the fork in the trail that will lead him home. Just as the snow begins drifting down in fat flakes again, he sees the lights of his cabin. His heart lifts at the sight, thinking about your face. 
When his mare’s in her stall with some food and a blanket on, he heads to the cabin with the gifts tucked away inside the furs in his arms. The moment he opens the door, he hears a squeal. Smiling, he drops his load on the floor and bends down to pick his five year old daughter up. 
“Papa!” she huffs in his face. She pokes his red nose. “Cold, papa.” 
“Yep, I’m cold, darlin’.” 
“I get a blanket, papa,” she says and he puts her down, chuckling as her short legs carry her off. His eyes immediately find you. His entire body warms at the sight of you coming over to him to greet him with a kiss. He returns it enthusiastically, loving the feeling of you in his arms again, right where you belong. 
“Where’s my boah?” he asks gently when you pull away. 
As though on queue, the two year old comes toddling out. He’s carrying his stuffed horse, his eyes the same color as yours nearly hidden under his mop of dirty blond hair. “Pa!” he hollers at seeing Arthur. Once again, he bends down to pick up his son. 
“Hey son. You been good for your mama?”
“Oh I don’t know about that,” you tease, patting Arthur’s back as you go over to the stove to pull dinner off. 
Smiling, Arthur puts his son down and then takes off his winter gear before helping you pull out the dishes. 
“Mm, smells so good, darlin’,” he says, looking at the meal before him. He’s just glad he got home in enough time to eat with his family. “So, how was our little girl?”
You sigh a bit. Your daughter has always been a daddy’s girl and when Arthur leaves, she can be a downright nightmare. She pouts a lot, but the likelihood of her throwing a tantrum multiplies by ten. “She’s… well, you know how she is.” 
Arthur smiles and decides to go and find her. After all, wasn’t she getting him a blanket? He goes to her room that she shares with her brother and finds her laying in bed on her favorite blanket. She instantly grins when she sees him and he knows she’s been waiting for him to come fetch her. 
“Come on, baby. You gonna come eat?”
“I have a blanket, papa.” 
He chuckles and picks her up, her blanket still clutched to her. She instantly lays her head on his chest. He loves how cuddly she is with him. He remembers briefly how when she was about a year old, she’d gotten sick. Both you and him were so scared she’d die, and Arthur spent many nights with her tucked against his chest as he sat in a rocking chair by the fire, trying to keep her alive. Ever since then, she’d been his biggest fan. 
When he walks out with her in his arms, you smile again and the four of you sit down to eat. Arthur silently says a thank you to whomever might be listening that he got home tonight. After all, tomorrow is Christmas Eve. He wouldn’t miss spending it with his family for anything in the world. 
The next day is spent in some chaos. You and Arthur always clean the house from top to bottom during the day of Christmas Eve, hampered by your two kids. Although your daughter tries to help, she’s only five. Plus it’s Christmas, which means she’s more hyper than if you’d let her drink some of your morning coffee. Her brother isn’t much better, and being two he’s as destructive as a tornado. However, you and Arthur manage to keep them mostly in check. It’s still a relief when night comes and you can finally sit down to eat dinner. 
Arthur always catches a wild turkey for Christmas Eve dinner and this year is no exception. If Arthur prides himself on anything, it’s his ability to take care of his family. He sometimes regrets not giving the same attention to Eliza and Isaac when they were alive, but he’s grown a lot since they died. When the gang fell apart, it really shook his world but when you stuck by his side he knew he’d die for you. 
Arthur sits down at the table, sighing as he prepares to carve the turkey. You’ve done your best to create a beautiful dinner; Arthur grabs your hand and tells you it looks wonderful (although he’s sure the potatoes have a little more garlic than needed). Luckily your kids are sitting relatively quiet, although it’s clear they’re jittery. 
After stuffing yourselves, Arthur does what he’s done every year since you began your family and sits down in his chair. His daughter immediately crawls into his lap, a book in her hand. 
“Papa, here’s the book,” she says, handing it to him and then curling into him. He chuckles and opens the book. He reads this every year on Christmas Eve after dinner. You sit in another chair with your son on your lap. He’s clutching his stuffed horse again, but he’s got his wooden cowboy that Arthur made him for Christmas last year. As Arthur begins to read, your son plays with his toys, thankfully quietly. 
You love listening to Arthur read, how the words come alive with his deep tones. You love watching him even more right now with his daughter tucked against him. He’s been such a blessing as a husband. Never have you had to worry about how ends would meet, about food being on the table, about your children’s safety and it’s because of his efforts. 
When Arthur finishes reading, he closes the book and his daughter yawns. “Hey, why you goin’ to sleep? We ain’t done yet, baby. Ya need your Eve gift.” 
Immediately she perks up and hops off his lap. “Papa! Go get it!” 
He chuckles and stands up, and so do you. He kisses you briefly before heading outside into the darkness. It’s traditional for your kids every year to get new pajamas and a new story book before bedtime. 
After a few minutes, he comes back in with two packages, similarly sized. Your daughter immediately squeals with excitement, but your son runs over and grabs his leg. “Pa! Up, up!” He gestures for Arthur to pick him up. 
“A’right, gimme a second, boah. Ya gotta open your present first.” 
He hands the kids their gifts and they immediately rip into them. His daughter giggles when she sees the pretty little night dress of her favorite color, while the boy inspects his new boy’s union suit. He’s young enough to not really understand the tradition yet, so he’s a little disappointed. However, he sees the children’s book and gets excited. Although he can’t read yet, he loves stories. 
After the kids have opened their present, Arthur puts his arm around you. “A’right kids. Who can get dressed in their new pajamas first?” 
Your daughter stands up, giggling madly. “Me! Me!” She books it into her arm, closely followed by her brother, although his stubby legs greatly hamper his speed. 
When the kids are in their room getting dressed, Arthur grabs your shoulders and turns you to face him. He bends down and kisses you deeply. His behavior tells you that, if the kids were already in bed, he’d be laying you down near the fire and making sweet love to you. It’s all you want as well, but too soon the kids’ door opens and your daughter comes bustling out in her new PJ’s, followed by her pouting brother. It’s obvious who finished dressing first. 
Arthur rewards both of them, telling them how good they are. He then tells them it's time to read one of their stories for bed and that the sooner they go to sleep, the sooner they get presents. You follow them all into the kids’ room and watch as Arthur sits down on your son’s bed. His daughter, as always, crawls into his lap as he reads one of their new books. It’s expected when he finishes, they both argue to him to read the other one. If it hadn’t been Christmas Eve, he probably would’ve said no, but tonight’s different. 
By the time he’s done reading, both kids are drifting off. He stands up and lays his daughter in bed, pulls the covers over her and kisses her head. After, he does the same for his son. When he’s done, you go in and say your good nights and give kisses as well. 
After both kids are put down, you and Arthur clean up the house and then lay out the kids’ presents for the morning. Without a doubt, your daughter will come out of her room in the middle of the night to gaze at them to make sure they’ve shown up. You don’t mind though, she never opens them until morning when you and Arthur have woken. 
When everything’s done, Arthur pulls you into a one-armed hug and gives you a squeeze. “Come on, beautiful. We got a long day tomorrow.” 
With a yawn, you nod and let him guide you to your bedroom. Once there, you begin pulling out your nightgown to change. Arthur’s hands are suddenly on you and he’s kissing your shoulder from behind. 
“You ain’t gonna need that now, darlin’. I’m gonna keep you warm all night.” 
Sighing, you let Arthur slip your clothes off and begin touching you. With surprising speed and strength, he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. Giggling, you watch him crawl over your naked body. With a wicked grin, you can tell exactly what he’s going to do.
“Can I give you my gift early?” he says, but he doesn’t wait for you to respond. Sighing in the pleasure of his touches and kisses, you know it’s going to be a long night. 
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Can I have El with her first pet since winning the war?
Of course!
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Edelgard had never had a pet of her own. She quite liked animals - she always had - but she had not ever truly considered having one. Or perhaps she had, when very young, but certainly not since then. It would be not only impractical, but there was also the thought: would any pet truly be hers, when she was so often away from Enbarr and thus left with no choice but to leave it in the care of the staff at the palace? She couldn’t very well take it into battle. And the dogs and horses of war were not the soft, cuddly things she imagined a pet to be. 
It amused her, to think of how absurd some might find the notion: the monstrous revolutionary emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg, owning something soft and cuddly!
But that was as far as such thoughts went - when she, rarely, had such thoughts at all. The war left little time for idle daydreaming: about soft, cuddly things, or anything else. 
Only one person had ever understood that she did love soft, cuddly things. 
So was it truly a surprise that that person brought her her first pet?
She knew Byleth had a soft spot for animals herself - Edelgard had not failed to notice all the attention she gave to the dogs and cats around the monastery. It was one of the first things that made her wonder about how Byleth felt and expressed affection - through gifts? And soon after, of course, she had seen firsthand that this was, in fact, the case... and felt perhaps a small measure of pride at her deduction. Byleth was not an easy person to understand. 
Though neither was Edelgard. But Byleth had done some deduction of her own. As Edelgard could hardly fail to notice when she gratefully cuddled a silly stuffed animal against her chest, awake as always long into the night, but feeling, for once, not so impossibly, painfully alone. 
And now, at war’s end, she was even less so: the bear now sat on the little chair under the window in her bedroom, while Edelgard herself slept with its giver cradled close and warm against her. She wanted nothing else to share their bed. 
Until...
“El?” There was strain in Byleth’s voice - her developing emotions sometimes led to exaggerated reactions, still, but that strain was nevertheless enough to make Edelgard whip around at the sound of it, and go immediately to her. 
The dark colors Byleth wore, and the black fur of that tiny kitten - Edelgard would likely not have at first noticed it at all if not for the almost comically enormous blue eyes that stared up at her from Byleth’s cradled arms. 
Edelgard stared back. Then at Byleth. “A... cat?”
Byleth’s eyes were as wide as the kitten’s. “I didn’t know what to do.”
That was a rarity. As well as the shaking in Byleth’s voice. 
“Go sit down,” Edelgard said. “I’ll make you tea. Then tell me what happened.” It sounded like a command - not her intention at all. “Please,” she added.
Byleth did as told - taking the kitten with her. And Edelgard was reminded, inexplicably, of something she had not thought of in years: the cat that had liked to visit her room at the monastery. She suspected letting it in was against school rules, but she had done so anyway. It wasn’t as if that was the only rule she was breaking, after all...
Why would she think of that now, as she prepared tea and tried not to hurry to an ill-advised degree, feeling the need to quickly find out what had happened, that she could try to fix it? She didn’t know - and yet the remembrance persisted. Perhaps it was just because she was reminded of two of the few things at Garreg Mach that had brought her happiness: that visiting cat, and Byleth. 
When she returned with the tea, she found Byleth looking - thankfully! - much calmer, and the kitten curled contentedly on her lap, idly washing its little front paws. Edelgard could hear the buzz of its purr from all the way across the room. 
She put the tray down, still forcing herself to remain patient as she poured, as she offered the cup to Byleth. The smile Byleth gave her then did much to calm her disquiet. 
“Tell me what happened,” she said softly. 
The kitten had stopped licking its paws and was watching her again. It had tufty fur, and enormous ears to match the enormous eyes. When Edelgard reached out, it offered her index finger a polite little sniff, not quite touching. Now it was Edelgard’s turn to smile. 
“Some boys had cornered it, in an alley near the market,” Byleth said. “I heard them laughing about it. It was hissing at them - trying to fight back. It made me think of you.”
“Of... me?” Edelgard had still been thinking of how much it reminded her of Byleth. Those eyes! “You were able to stop them. Good.”
Byleth shrugged. “I don’t think they’ll do it again. Not now. But... I couldn’t leave it. The cat. I...” She looked down. “I thought it was too young to be alone. But... I don’t know for sure. It was so small...” The sadness in her voice - that, too, was new, and strange, and Edelgard hated to hear it. 
“I don’t know either,” she said, “but regardless, I think you made the right decision.”
One more shared their bed that night, then - small, and cuddly, and soft, and purring like a creature ten times its own size. 
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Binge-Watching: Pokemon Johto League Champions, Episodes 41-44
In which we finally get another evolution for Ash, leading to one of the best character-focused episodes, and Brock gets a reality check.
Bringing Up Bayleef
Well, it looks like Pokemon heard me complaining about the lack of interesting things happening lately, because Ash just had his first Pokemon evolution in a damn long time: Chikorita is now a beautiful bouncing Bayleef! And this change instantly shakes things up in a good way. Chikorita’s always been Ash’s most outwardly affectionate Pokemon, quick to jump on him and cuddle with him whenever she’s let out of her Pokeball. But now that she’s grown into a Bayleef the size of a draft horse, her attempts to be affectionate clobber Ash harder than Team Rocket ever has. She’s still the same Pokemon, but she’s changed in a way that throws a wrench in her relationship with Ash. And both of them have to come to terms with that change if they want to move forward together,
And look, I’ll admit I’ve stretched my “Pokemon is actually a harem anime” gag a little far at times. These are cuddly pets, not effective metaphorical substitutes for romantic partners (no matter how much Brock might think otherwise). But in moments like these, the show kind of does function as a treatise on what it takes to maintain a healthy relationship, whether it’s a friend, a lover, or anyone else. Ash genuinely fucked up and over-reacted to Bayleef’s roughhousing; she wasn’t being malicious, she just didn’t fully appreciate how much she’d changed. Heck, she even learned her lesson right away and was willing to tone back the cuddling before Ash snapped at her. It’s no wonder she was hurt enough to run off. And all Brock’s bad advice to Ash on how to win her back- pretending to like the same things Bayleef does, nudging her to chase after him instead of him chasing after her- amusingly underscores why he has such trouble getting a girlfriend (”MY THEORIES ON GIRLS ARE WRONG!”). Ash can’t win Bayleef back by treating her like a puzzle to solve; all he can do is prove he’s learned his lesson and show Bayleef he’s willing to work on his flaws for her.
Thankfully, for all Ash’s faults, the one thing he’s always been good at is doing right by his Pokemon. Heck, we get two episodes in a row of him taking a literal leap of faith to save Chikorita/Bayleef from Team Rocket’s clutches. He takes a freaking beating trying to save her, and he would do it a thousand times over. When the chips are down, Ash knows how to take responsibility for his mistakes and fight whole-heartedly for the people- and Pokemon- he cares about. That doesn’t have to change just because Bayleef’s bigger; they just have to communicate their boundaries better. And honestly, the way the episode ends, with Bayleef gently tackling Ash, showing him affection like she always has while taking care not to hurt him in the process, was way too fucking sweet. Man, sometimes this show just gets it. As long as it keeps hitting home runs like this, it’ll stay in my good graces for quite some time to come.
Reality Check
Speaking of people learning welcome lessons, man did Brock get some reality beaten into him over the course of these episodes. Not only did he realize his methods of wooing women were just as ineffective as Ash using those methods to try and woo Bayleef (”The more you chase girls, the more they’ll run away from you!” “That’s interesting advice, Brock, you might wanna take it yourself someday.”), our serial romancer finally meets his opposite-sex match; a girl who’s just as much a flighty romantic as him. And he does not know how to handle it. He can swoon and flirt with any pretty girl he lays his eyes on, but when he finds himself on the opposite end of that treatment- a girl he barely knows instantly tries to become his life partner- he’s little more than a deer in the headlights. And for the first time, he manages some actual introspection about what it’s like to be on the receiving end of his kind of affections: ”Maybe a relationship should start with... both people liking each other?” Sure, there’s no chance in hell this is gonna stick, but in that one little moment, you can hear the world turn upside down. It’s only fitting he should come around to falling in love with her just as she’s turned her affections on someone else, and he ends up heartbroken thanks to the apple of his eye being just as flighty and romance-addled as him. Better luck next time, Brock-y. Maybe you’ll learn something from this mess after all.
Best of Team Rocket
-”I thought we was getting jobs at a Mongolian barbeque.”
-shdfjhsdfhgdskfh the way he just slides down the tree in despair
-”I belong to Team Rocket!” “That’s fine, I’ll root for you at every game!”
-”It was like something someone with an overactive imagination would dream up in her unfulfilled fantasies!”
-”I could get used to this!” “Wobuffet!” “I’ll never get used to that.”
-Upon opening a door by breaking his claw: “I nailed it!”
-Honestly, just give James his herbal garden. He’s earned it.
-(God, though, imagine making tea with Grass Pokemon leaves. How would that taste?)
-”I thought it was absolutely positively unbreakable!” “It was, but I guess it wasn’t absolutely positively unshakable.”
-OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S THE MAGIKARP SCAMMER AGAIN
-”We’re going into show business!” Finally embracing your true calling, I see.
-”They’re the performer’s contracts!” kdfhsfkhsdf you’re really taking this seriously huh
-”Please, not in front of the children!”
Odds and Ends
-”You and I will be married someday too.” askdhaskhd PHRASING MISTY
-”How do you know?” “Um... that’s just what I’ve heard!” Misty? Do you... have something you wanna tell the class?
-”She’s your only hope! Force yourself to like her!” I don’t know why Misty is somehow the best part of this Brock-centered episode but there you go.
-Lol, does Pikachu have a psychic connection with Ash or something? How’d he hear him all the way out there?
-I like the closed-room chaos of this episode. So many different parties running around each other and trying to escape.
-Ooh, this entire power plant is run by Electric Pokemon! That’s a neat touch.
-”Hey, I think I make a pretty good shortstop!” Aw, that was cute.
-”Well, I guess after today I could use a good night’s sleep.” sdklfjskldfj he just accepts it
-Okay, the juxtaposition of the little old lady and her burly Machoke partner is great.
-sdkfhskdfh what was that spin
-”Doin what comes naturally” don’t make a Onceler reference don’t make a Onceler reference don’t make a
-”Where there’s a town, there’s a burger!” Preach it, brother!
-Okay, I swear I just heard that guy say “stilt-fucking” instead of “stilt-walking”. Please tell me I’m not the only one.
-This guy’s a damn good showman. I don’t care how real his fortunes are, those theatrics are worth the cost alone.
-Aaaah, I love seeing young actors blossom.
-I like how Bayleef gets to be kind of a brute now that she’s bigger. She’s kicking smaller opponents all over the place!
Alright, things are picking back up now. See you next time!
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Risk
I’ve written about many things under lockdown, but I feel there’s something important we have to address. What happens now that lockdown is being relaxed? I think we as people struggle to comprehend complex risk - it’s one thing to work out how likely something is to directly affect us, and another to conceive that a simple, innocent seeming action of ours may not only risk lives directly affected to us, but people we pass on  the road, anyone who touches the same rail on the tube, and anyone who is in contact with them. This is why rules work best when they are clear, and don’t ask us to make lots of decisions where we pit what we want or need against the greater good. I was a fan of clear, simple rules under the acute phase of the lockdown, even though the cutoffs sometimes seemed arbitrary, because we had to cut transmission as much as possible. And I’ve made it clear already that I’m disappointed that the UK has not brought case numbers and fatalities down as much as I would hope, and that I worry we are easing out too early and likely to see a second wave. I have a lot of complicated feelings about lockdown, as a clinician and as a person stuck isolated from my loved ones during the pandemic. But as lockdowns are eased, including in the UK, we will all have to navigate the freedoms we have been given (or denied) and decide for ourselves how we navigate the very different world we find ourselves in. Because as restrictions are eased, things become a lot more open to interpretation. Quite simply the rules are harder to gauge. As a doc, I struggle with the government’s decision to allow those who were asked to shield out into society again, to allow them to socialise or go out or shop whilst we are still seeing so many cases. I struggle with the fact it was announced via tweet on Satuday night - and that GPs were left to field questions from anxious patients. That this leaves them vulnerable to being asked back into work - and that there are no protections in place for those who feel worried about returning to work whilst the rate of infection remains high. I struggled with who was asked to shield - for example we know that people with hypertension, diabetes or who are obese are at particular risk - but many such people were not given any protection. The government’s own lockdown alert levels do not suggest that the shielded should have been allowed to stop shielding. The CMOs do not feel we can step down our alert level. And yet, in contraditction to this, the government encourages the most vulnerable to go out there. Social distancing, even when perfectly enacted, is not without risk - a 2m distance reduces risk. Being outside doesn’t completely rule out catching coronavirus.
In the UK, people are allowed to go to someone’s house and eat (and walk through to the garden, and use the toilet), but not stay overnight with a partner who lives apart from them. They must stay 2 metres apart, and can’t meet more than 6 people, though they can all be from different households. It’ll be really important for people to socially distance during any such events, and to evaluate how risky it is for them to attend. Likewise, non-essential shopping will be allowed - as long as it’s socially distanced. Schools will be reopened - good luc trying to make 30 small children in a class socially distance! There is no 100% safe choice - all the precautions we take reduce our chances of transmission, but do not rule out infection. I am concerned that a lot of the time, danger is either presented as risky (and therefore morally wrong) or completely safe (if you follow whatever the current rule is) - when the reality  is that all activities - from those not allowed to those actively encouraged by the government, have risk - some more, some less. For some of us, availing ourselves of those freedoms remains a significant risk. For example, my parents have pre-existing conditions like HTN, diabetes, being cuddly-sized, that would make catching coronavirus risky for them. And apart from socially distanced and careful park trips and essential shopping, I couldn’t advise them it’s OK to go out shopping or live life as normal. So I’m not sure I could advise that for anyone at risk, if I wouldn’t advise it for my parents. I will remind you that the government have frequently changed their rules without evidence or justification. That it remains unclear why they’ve chosen to relax them to this degree, all at once - when it will mean that if thereis another peak, we won’t know what has had the most effect. That they have failed to listen to scientific and medical advice when they were asked to re-consider relaxing lockdown. That they have contradicted themselves on what’s allowed - when it’s us, versus when it’s them. That their current rules at times contradict the clear plan they laid out at the start of lockdown. I will remind you that they have voted to end virtual parliament despite it so far being successful - and against government policy that people should work from home if they can. Thus putting workers in parliament at risk, as well as whoever they are exposed to.  They only considered quarantine for travellers or making face masks compulsory well after the horse has bolted. I could sum it up only by saying: I do not feel that the government has handled this well, and I don’t feel, at present, that their policy is evidence based as much as it’s based on keeping the economy going. Now, I’m not in the know, I don’t have all their data, but my concerns and disappointment remain. Especially after the Cummings fiasco, my belief in the government’s coronavirus response has reduced significantly, thought the reservations were there from the start.  I want to remind you most of all  that they will not be the ones suffering if our loved ones get sick. Which is why I personally feel we need to explain the risks to people, and help them decide based on their own risk rofile how much risk they are willing to accept, even if restrictions are eased. We need to highlight that our new freedoms are not suddenly ‘safe’ just because they are allowed. What also worries me is that we’ll be living with some form of restriction for some time - life will not go back to normal any time soon. I’m against unnecessary criminalisation during this pandemic - I feel we have to try to police by consent as much as possible unless that’s absolutely not working to the point it’s a public health hazard. I believe in making things guidance first, and law only if that’s not working enough.  It seems like the government are outright making more things illegal - travelling (people have already been fined) staying the night (i.e. sex), and now, from today not wearing a face mask on public transport. It’s one thing for us all to agree to curtail our freedoms for the collective good, and another for governments to start bringing in law after law that stats to infringe upon civil liberties. We know that BAME people are disproprortionately likely to be stopped and fined for breaching lockdown in the UK - I worry that these laws will never be applied equally. And that they won’t touch at the root of things - which is that people need to know why rules are applied and believe they make a difference. And after the Cummings fiasco, opinion polls have shown that people are significantly less likely to follow lockdown rules. We need to manage people’s longterm behaviour, and get them on board with sensible restrictions. And help people to keep as safe as possible, and avoid unnecessary risks wherever possible.
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Changing the game Chapter 1
The crossover that came to me at 5 in the morning.
Leave a comment. Tell me what you guys think of this plot bunny.
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Summary: Petyr Baelish is dead i killed him and now Shaggy Rogers inhabites his body.
Word count: 3015
Catelyn I
The Royal entourage made its way across the gates of the castle like a river of gold and silver and polished steel. Above their heads, standards of gold and crimson of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister flew high above the columns of anointed knights. Wandering knights, sworn soldiers, and vassals followed not too far behind.
Catelyn recognized many faces. Sandor Clegane, by far one of the  tallest men in attendance, was the first to capture her eyes thanks to the ruin that was the right side of his face. The tall golden boy by his side must have to be the Crown Prince, following the giant that was his father, the King Robert Baratheon, that was right in the front of the columns flanked by two white knights. An equally tall and golden man, adorned in golden armor with the helm in the form of a roaring lion followed close by, the white cloak of the King’s Guard bellowing against the cold wind.
The Kingslayer, thought Cat, giving a more thoughtful look to the twin of Her Majesty. Giving a side glance towards her Lord husband, Cat sent a silent prayer to the seven gods, asking that Ned’s dislike of the queen’s family would not bring any animosity while the royal family was under her roof.
Turning her eyes once again towards the gates, Cat could not contain the happy smile that came to her lips. Petyr Baelish, her brother in all but blood, was entering the gates just behind Ser Jaime, a polite smile in his face. He had changed little; his hair was grayer in the temples them when she last saw him, an earring made of gold with a teardrop-shaped emerald lay dangling from his left ear, but besides that, his frame was still small and lanky, with his observing green-grey eyes and his always easy smile.
When his eyes found hers, his already polite smile turned into something more genuine. He dismounted his stead, just as the king was doing the same and followed on the large shadow of Robert Baratheon, to await his time to greet the Lord and Lady of Winterfell.
On his right, the dog Scoobert Doo stayed loyal and vigilant over his master, like he had done as he was riding through the gates, and just like in the day Petyr found him in the forest near Riverrun and claimed the dog as his own. Cat never saw a dog as big as Doo and believed she never would. Petyr called him “A Great Dane” and said that he would probably grow to surpass even Uncle Brynden in high if he stood in his hind legs. When Edmure, not more them a babe at the time, asked how could he possibly know that, a smile that Catelyn would come to know well graced Petyr’s face.
“I saw it in a dream, Eddy,” he said with far more wisdom in his voice than any boy of ten had any right to have. Then, he messed her brother’s red hair with his free hand while the other held the puppy with the care one would expect someone to cradle a newborn baby.
That would be the answer to many of the things that he just seemed to know. Petyr and his dreams were one of the greatest talks of the realm sometimes. The Master of Coin was known to go to sleep when faced with a particularly difficult conundrum and come back to the land of the awaken with a solution on the tip of his fingers. Sometimes, if the ambient was calm enough, he just needed to close his eyes to be momentarily taken to whatever plane of reality his answers lied.
She remembers asking him once what exactly he saw when in one of his trances.
“It depends on what I have to ask,” he said with the utmost sincerity. Sometimes Cat asked herself if he was capable of lying “If I need some deep knowledge about how something works I may ask The Wise Lady, with her kind eyes, dressed in reds and oranges like the morning sun. If I need to think strategically, in combat or in holding court, The Lovely Warrior will have a ready answer…”
In here he made a pause as his face had assumed a look of longing, of warning. He looked at his feet and Catelyn could swear that his face was as bright and red as the sunsets that she and her sister saw atop the towers of Riverrun “if my need is to create, be it a stronghold, a weapon, a speech or, be made of rope or words, a trap, The Blue-eyed Lord is the one I seek.”
After a small pause, Petyr smiled, looked at the sky, and said with a soft voice, as if he was remembering something long gone. Happy memories of a life already liven “But they don’t have fixed roles most of the time. Both the Warrior and the Lord can be just as wise as the Lady, as can the Lady and the Lord be as cunning and resourceful as the Warrior, and the Warrior and the Lady can just as easily create wonders as the Lord can.”
That was the answer he always gave when asked. Cat and half of her household believed that Petyr was being blessed by the gods. The Wise Lady was clearly the Crone, giving him advice. The Warrior was in the name, giving him strength.
The only one no one was quite sure of was The Blue-eyed Lord.
Some said it was The Father, giving him the means to work his justice. Some supposed that The Smith was the most likely since the weapons and plans that came to Petyr in the dead of the night were above anything anyone was ever seen. A small group thought it was The Maiden in disguise, solemnly because Petyr was the most flustered when speaking of them.
Cat would laugh every time that particular hypothesis was broth up. She knew Petyr better them she knew herself, and she was not blind to his long glances to any blond knight that trained at the yard every morning when they were growing up. It was always blond men. These were the favored ones in her brother’s eyes: Blond, blue eyed, with deep knowledge about one expecific thing and, as Petyr once told her one summer night, “Good of heart, dumb of ass”.
She never laught so loudly as she did that night. 
“Your Grace. Winterfell is yours” she heard her husband say, lying on his knees like the rest of her household.
“You grow fat.” Said a bumming voice.
The sound of the King’s remark of her husband’s weight pulled her right back into the present. She turned her head just in time to see Ned go back on his feet, look with disbelief to Robert’s own protuberant belly them back at him with a clearly “And you are one to talk?” look.
The king burst out laughing. Clapping him in his shoulders, Robert turned to her next. Everyone had followed in Ned’s steps and rising to their feet.
“Cat!” roared the Baratheon.
Robert enveloped her in his arms as if she was a long-lost sister and kissed both her cheeks, making her once again lose her brother from sight.
By that time, the others were dismounting, and stable boys ran to collect their horses. The Queen, Cersei Lannister, walked in with her youngest children. The caravan in which they had traveled, a huge two-story carriage made of greased oak and gilded metal, pulled by forty horses with heavy traction, was too wide to pass through the castle gate. Ned knelt in the snow to kiss the queen's ring, while Robert hugged her.
Many stable boys, knights, and servents that have come with the entourage stayed a wide berth away from Scoobert, the sheer size of the dog enough to scare any men. Catelyn wanted to laugh and she could see by Petyr’s face, so did he. Unless you tried to stab Petyr or her or any of their family, Scooby was as threatening as a pillow and just as cuddly.
The servants of Winterfell were already used to the Great Dane from the many visits that Petyr made over the years, the dog aways by his side. She could already see both Bran and Arya dreaming of mounting the dog as if he was a steed, and she had no doubt that Rickon would be introduced to the unofficial tradition.
She remembers when this rite of passage was born, many years ago, when Robb was newly born and the rebellion was coming to an end. Petyr was as always with Scoob by his side, like the gods intended.
When Ned was explaining that the boy that he was bringing with him, a babe that he had named Jon, one of Brandon’s bastards, was going to be living with them, Petyr and the baby Robb were playing with Scoob. The babe was carefully laid over the back of the dog, green-gray eyes focused like an eagle on the redhead of his nephew with ready hands for the chance that they had to move quickly to grab a falling babe.
Robb giggled happily, without a single care in the world. Jon soon followed him on his furry mount. That afternoon was full of the giggles of babes and the soft trot of Scooby paws against pillows.
Ever since then, all the Stark children would have their first ride, not in a pony as it was common, but on the might back of Scoobert Doo.
 Petyr and Ned had just come back from the war, Petyr under Lord Arryn banner and Ned as the new Lord of Winterfell. Petyr may not have the body expected of a knight, but what he didn’t have in muscle he compensated with speed. Ned would tell her how Petyr was in the field,  looking  like he was dancing in mid his enemies, with the sword that he long ago had made per his instructions cutting through armor and flesh like it was cutting the air while Scoobert shredded the arms of anyone that got to close off his master.
She told her husband the story of that blade. The blacksmith of Riverrun recognized the design as one of the blades of Yi-Ti and Ser Desmond Grell, the master-at-arms asked the then boy of eight were he found such a thing.
“I saw it in a dream, Ser Desmond” answered Petyr “An old warrior was training me. He told me to climb the earth, walk on air, pass through the fire, and brave my way through the water. When I did it,  a Green Dragon gave me a sword just like this one” them he pointed to the newly made blade, one he called katana and later on would name Loyalty. “The Dragon told me that I would never fight like a knight. I will always be too small and light for that. He told me ‘Fight like the wind, like the flowing waters of the rivers. Fight like a samurai”
Ser Desmond had no idea what a Samurai was, but he would find out that to know was not necessary. The boy, like almost anything in his life apparently, was learning his routines in dreams. He was only necessary to fix his stances, give him targets, and look after him and anyone that was going to be his opponent for the day.
Cat shook herself out of her memories. This was not the place or time for her attention to be so dispersed. With a small sigh of relief, she noticed that the king was still going down the line of her children. At the moment he was complimenting Bran’s muscles, telling him that he would make a fine knight.
When the king finished with his inspection and spirited her husband away to the crypts to the Queen’s displeasure, Petyr finally approached her and her children.
“Uncle Shaggy!” screamed Arya, throwing herself in his open arms.
The nickname was born years ago when Catelyn, Lysa, Edmure, and Petyr went riding by the river, looking for a perfect place for an afternoon picnic. Petyr rode like he was born to do so and his hair by the end of the day was so messy that Edmure started calling him “Shaggy Hair” and later on only “Shaggy”. Petyr seemed to love it and it had indeed fitted him like a second skin.
Somehow that particular nickname seemed more personal them any nickname that Edmure had ever given him. In public, Eddy called him “Littlefinger”, since it was the first name he had ever given him and so was the one everyone knew. But when it was just them, between close doors and the seclusion of the sacred forest, the name “Shaggy” was the one to fall from his lips.
Robb had been the first one to call him that. Followed by Jon, Arya, Bran, even Ned could be caught from time to time calling him by the name. Sansa, on the other hand, rarely called him anything that was not “Uncle Petyr”, “Uncle” and “Lord Baelish”. Petyr used to bribe Sansa with lemon cakes when she was younger to call him by his family nickname, but now at thirteen the bribes rarely work like they used to. Sansa was worried about what would be proper to call a member of the Small Council and found it  demeaning for a man in such a position.
She remembers the look Shaggy gave her after Sansa told him this, the day he had come to Winterfell to celebrate her oldest daughter name day. She also remembers how she lost her composure and snorted like a fool when she saw the incredulous expression in his face.
“But look at that! The Hurricane of Winterfell has grown once more” He held Arya as if she weighed nothing. The years of running around carrying a hundred and seventy-five pounds of dog in his arms as if it was a babe had given him great strength. “ At this rate, you will be taller than me in no time”
Arya blushed. Shaggy was by far her favorite uncle and she always shined under his compliments.
Scooby was already licking Bran’s face, not after having sent the boy straight up to the ground. Bran laughed happily and without care. Rickon was looking at the dog in awe and Jon, Robb, and Theon Greyjoy, the protege of Winterfell, burst with laughter.
“Scooby, stop it. He’s going to get all dirty” said Catelyn, but she could not take the small smile of her face.
Scoob followed her orders. Robb helped Bran to get up and cleaned the dirt that covered his back. Shaggy put Arya back on the ground, kissed Sansa’s hand with a small bow with the proper “My Lady” and then turned to Cat, a mischievous smile on his face.
Without warning, Shaggy hugged her, held her out of the ground, and spun her around laughing like a mad man. His laughter as always was infectious and, caring little for the onlookers (something she would severely chastise herself and Shaggy later when she had recovered her wits) she laughed with him.
He put her back on the ground and kissed both her cheeks.
“Big sister, you’re  as radiant as ever,” he said looking her over “I hope that Lord Eddard remains treating you well?” his voice jested, but she saw that his eyes were deadly serious.
Shaggy was loyal to a fault, and since the day he came to live with her family he internalized her house words as if they were his own, just like they had come to see him as one of their own. Family, Duty, Honor. The family was above all else in his eyes, be it blood or chosen family. If her answer had been anything but positive, she knew that Ned would find himself with the angry entity that was Shaggy in a protective fury.
“My Lord husband remains the best thing that the gods could have blessed me,” said Cat with sincerity.
Shaggy smiled and took her by the arm and together they started to walk towards the great hall, her children not too far behind petting Scooby-Doo with love and little Rickon perched on his back.
“If you say so, my lady. But always remember, if you need me in any shape or form I’m just one raven away.” here his voice turned into a whisper “Gods know I would take any excuse to leave that nest of vipers”
They both giggle like they were children again and walked through the immense doors of the keep.
Petyr’s father, before he died, said once that in the way to Riverrun Petyr had fallen asleep one  night and awaked the next morning completely different. He said he was sweeter, more gentle, and caring. He believed that his son’s dreams started that night and that it has changed him.
If that was so, Catelyn sang many  blessings to that day. She would never know how their life would have gone had Shaggy never started dreaming, but she knew what this life had given her.
It has given her a brother.  An eccentric and beloved brother.
“Come along, my dear. We have many things to discuss” he said still in whispers “About propositions that are going to be made and marrieges that, if we play our cards right, will never come to be.”
Her smile soured. She knew what proposition he was talking about. Since the death of Jon Arryn and the letter from Lysa, she had been on edge with the uncoming visity from the king,  bringing the Lannisters to her home. Regarding marriege, she had know about the possibility of Robert wanting to join their houses, but the look on Shaggy’s face told her a deeper rabbit hole that she was not seeing.
Giving him a calculated smile that was easily reciprocated, arm in arm, they entered the hall. 
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💀🥔❤️🗯️💛📚 - Power Girl, Wonder Woman, Tionishia, Centorea, Ranamon, Blue Diamond and Ahsoka Tano. (A bit of a long one, but i hope it works.)
omg that is a LOT tho
Power Girl: am leaning towards ‘rarely’. depends on how villainous they are; if not villain, then probably not. if villain, at least temporarily digestion? if they’re energy-based though, she may do so automatically regardless of whether or not she wants to, due to her powers
Wonder Woman: she follows mythic hero rules, so she does so in the same circumstances of slaying a monster, but she’s not casual about it
tionishia: depends on their threat level and how hungry she is. going with the idea that ogres are prone to extreme overindulgence, she might do so if they taste good or make her feel super FULL
centorea: more likely than not, yes, especially if they are plant-based; it mixes with horse and human cravings a lot, and she regards it as part of the whole point of swallowing someone.
Ranamon: Rarely; its very contextual. she may be called to do it for her duties or removing things that need to be hidden, like consuming forbidden lore.
Blue Diamond: I like to think that she used to be a ferocious and merciless devourer, adn while she’s TRYING to be a better person, the compulsion to simply swallow whole and digest anything offending her on a whim.
Ahsoka: I figure that while the Jedi Code permits this sort of thing (since they don’t have any particular restrictions against necessary killing), overindulgence is frowned upon. This Ahsoka may or may not abide by the Code, but it still influences her, so she tries to restrain herself.
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Does your muse prefer lazy, fat prey?
Power Girl and Wonder Woman: Not really! they tend to view devouring as a tool in their arsenel, not as an end in itself, and they don’t have many preferences.
Tionishia: Almost certainly; she enjoys rich, tasty treats, especially ones that have so much meat and succulent tastes of self-indulgence on them.
Centorea: she doesn’t PREFER them, but she likes this kind of prey, but refuses to admit it; she feels that implying she prefers easily caught prey implies ineptitude.
Ranamon: I think that feels about right for her?
Blue Diamond: Very likely! Perhaps at one point, she created Gems specifically to devour large amounts of resources, getting very big in the process, and BD ate them in turn to recoup the resources.
Ahsoka: Again, no particular preference there.
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Tell us about a great experience your muse has had with vore!
Power Girl: She once ate an entire sun, getting a massive power boost and size increase; we’re talking taller than a solar system, boobs bigger than the rest of her body, and a power increase to match. it didn’t last but it felt REALLY GOOD
Wonder Woman: She slew an incarnation of Jormagundr in this fashion with her god-buddy, Thor; it was the biggest meal she ever had!
Tionishia: She had a date with fem Kimihito, and her ravenous appetite demanded more and more, and Kimihito offered herself to her; it was a very lovely digestion and Tio was so FULL, and suspects it was the love involved that satisfied her.
Centorea: She took part in a competition where the losers would be meals for the winner, and she won in splendid fashion. She was merciful and allowed them to reform not long afterwards, but she was so STRONG, and her gut so swollen with their wriggling bodies as they dissolved into her, and she relishes the pleasure of that day.
Ranamon: Once devoured a terrible grimoire of ultimate evil, obscuring its dreadful secrets from the multiverse; she actually had something of a tummyache for a while, but it was worth it.
Blue Diamond: After reforming her ways, she repopulated multiple worlds by consuming them and gestating entirely new, fertile ones within herself. IT felt intensely pleasurable and the first truly good thing she had done in a long time, and it gave her a sense of purpose after the fall of the Gem empire.
Ahsoka: At one point, confronted and bested a dreadful wizard of the bleakest arts, overcomign his powerful abilities to consume him. at the time she’d been suffering something of a crisis of confidence, and it reignited her sense of skill and purpose.
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Does your muse experience stomach rumbles or burps after eating someone?
Power Girl: unlikely. probably lots of solar glowing, though.
Wonder Woman: Briefly. sounds like continents moving.
Tionishia: Yes. it is VERY loud and sounds like her belly is bigger on the inside.
Centorea: Yes. very, very loud, due to her multiple chambered stomachs (A combo of human stomaches, horse stomaches, and the weird ways they interact together.)
Ranamon: Kind of; no rumbles or burps normally, but there’s a strange sound as they are converted into pure data.
Blue Diamond: She does not burp or rumble at all unless she specifically wants to, because of how Gems work; digestion rarely involves fluids, for example, but converting prey into magical energy to be absorbed directly or reworked into another form. She CAN, if she wants to.
Ahsoka: Yes. pretty noisy, actually.
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What sort of pred does your muse like?
Power Girl, Wonder Woman: They are similar in that they don’t liked to be preyed upon at all; they’re big time heroes and this sets a poor example, and they’re too fierce to easily have the submissive mindset that characterizes prey in one way or another. you must be WORTHY to do so, but their definitions vary; Power Girl thinks you must be strong, while Wondy feels you should just have the courage to try. (You might not be able to survive trying, though.)
Tionishia: She requires that you be at least somewhat polite. Sort of like taking a girl out to dinner, really.
Centorea: She professes to firmly disapprove of this, but in secret, she does like this, but requires a firm subordinate/superior relation between herself and the pred, with pred as superior.
Ranamon: Kind of prefers her preds to be cool and interesting, and technologically based; not out of bias against organics, but due to her composition, she’s only likely to experience anything if they are able to process data. (Which CAN happen with powerful organic preds anyway, but she’s not aware of this.)
Blue Diamond: She does not like to be eaten. She is still proud and mighty, and sees herself as far above the likes of prey!
Ahsoka: Someone who is very much NOT dark side-aligned, emotionally speaking, tends to fit the bill.
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How many times has your muse been digested or inside a pred’s stomach?
Wonder Woman: Rarely. It’s happened a few times, and its treated as the mutually exclusive deaths of heroes in ancient myths, but she’s loath to have repeats.
Power Girl: A few villains have managed it, and some heroines as well; tends to get her miffed, too.
Tionishia: Reasonably common, though they must be pretty big or voracious to contain so much ogre inside them! She thinks its cuddly and sweet.
Centorea: She’s more common a predator than prey, but it’s happened; once by fem!Kimihito, Rachnera and Tio, and most frequently by Miia, who is now sporting a REALLY big pair of boobs that was once Centorea’s physical body in previous times.
Ranamon: She’s embarassed to admit that she’s frequiently called to upload viruses to enemy servers or networks, and this involves getting ‘eaten’ by manifestations of those servers in the digital realm.
Blue Diamond: she’s bigger than a planet even when she’s not trying, and can be considered a goddess by most standards; it’s RARE. but it can happen! (Rose Quartz and Connie have both done it, on separate occasions.) She doesn’t approve of being reminded of it!
Ahsoka: If the Jedi have vore duels, she’s probably lost a fair number of times, though not in recent times. in her travels, she’s lost her fair share of consumption battles, so she’s familiar with the inside of guts.
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