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bigassmoonchild · 8 months

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

The previous part gives context for this story. Please read it so you aren't confused on anything. The rest isn't necessary.

Summary: Nothing had ever hurt you this bad. Your Alpha walked out on you, the only thing you could think was that your Alpha had abandoned you and your pup. And all you could think about was the pain you'd gone through because of it. Simon wasn't in any better shape.

Content Tags: Hurt, Mild Comfort, Angst, Ghost is shit at communicating, And shit with emotions, Price is the voice of reason, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No use of Y/N

A/N: I got sick and my sinuses are shot. Here's some more Maple Syrup, feel free to send in asks or request to be added to the tag list. As always, content under the tag and my asks are open <3.

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The second you heard the door open, you'd spun. It hadn't been seconds since you made your announcement to the hearing committee when Simon walked out. You could feel your heart sinking and your eyes moved to find Price, who was staring back after him. You could hear murmurs from the committee and you turned to look at them.

"This hearing is dismissed. When we receive the results, we will meet back then. Until then, you and Mr. Riley will no longer be separated. We will send you a message once we receive the results," you nodded, looking back before picking up your things.

As you walked out, Price pulled you to the side. You could feel your throat closing, your eyes watering as you stood there. Your Alpha walked out on you, hearing you might be pregnant. He walked out on yourself and your pup.

"You didn't tell him?"

"How the hell was I supposed to tell him?" You growled at Price. "Homing pigeon?" He scoffed, looking away. "We were both babysat 24 hours a day, Price, there was literally no way for us to talk," you shook your head, looking away, a few tears falling from your eyes.

Price pulled you into him, resting his chin on yours. "I'm sure he left to think. He's probably just as overwhelmed as you, I'll try to find him so I can talk to him," Price whispered to you, rocking the two of you side to side.

Quite honestly, you were terrified. All you could think was that your Alpha didn't want you anymore, that he would find out how to break your bond and do it so he didn't have to deal with you. At some point, Price had led you to your room and left you alone.

You'd moved to lay in your nest but saw all of Simons shirts and hoodies still in there. Sitting on your bed, you stared at it, debating on whether or not you take them out. You could feel the tears pouring down your face, heart dropping in your stomach as you thought about it.

He really didn't want you, did he? He hadn't lied when he initially said it was a mistake, everything had been a lie, was his name really Simon? All you knew was his face and his code-name, and all you could do was sit there, silently crying. You could feel your muscles tensing and untensing, body shaking.

And so you moved, grabbing his clothes and other items you had collected of his and pulling them out of your nest. When you got halfway through, you'd broken down, sobbing.

Alpha hates you.

You felt like you were going to throw up, you could hear whines coming from your chest. You dug through it, though, tossing his clothes out of your nest and finding some of your own shirts and blankets you had stockpiled for this exact reason.

Rebuilding your nest had never been harder. It was supposed to be where you and Si- Ghost would have slept, where you would have taken care of your pups. It was where you were supposed to grow old, where you'd eventually pass together.

Apparently, he didn't want any of that. Did he ever? You didn't want to think about this anymore, and so you curled up in your nest and tried to sleep it off, but how could you? You wanted to leave. Really, really badly.

There was nowhere to go, but you needed to move. You got up and left the room, walking through the halls as you moved aimlessly. You wanted nothing more than to curl up with your Alpha but all you knew was that he didn't want you.

You found yourself in the rec room the 141 often used and Soap and Gaz stared at you. You knew you looked horrible, hair beyond fucked and face puffy from the crying. Jesus, how many times would this man make you cry like this?

"What happened?" Soap went up to you, pulling you to sit between him and Gaz on the couch before grabbing you a glass of water. "Why're ye crying?"

"Ghost," and Soap scoffed, Gaz laying himself across you, trying to get you to relax and Soap moved next to you, forming a small pack pile. You were hiccupping as you cried, trying to get through the sentence. "Fucking walked out of the hearing room after I said I might be pregnant to the committee just to get his ass outta trouble," you could hear them groan, felt them chuffing (and you thought you heard purring from one of them) against you to try and soothe you.

No matter what, you'd integrated yourself into Ghosts pack and he wouldn't be able to get rid of you. "It'll be alright. He's just in his head," you could feel the tears drying again as the noises surrounding you calmed you somewhat.

Without your Alpha, though, you weren't sure what to do. You'd be tossed to the side, any Omega who was abandoned by their Alpha was deemed disgusting. A waste. Someone who wasn't worth a pack, someone who would have to work little jobs to just survive. Someone who could get taken without anyone noticing.

Just another body on the streets trying to get by. You didn't want that, especially if you were actually pregnant with a pup. Your Alpha was supposed to be by your side no matter what, he was supposed to help you when you needed it and you were supposed to care for him.

Ghost didn't want you. He would get rid of you, he would leave you on the streets and would get rid of your bond mark, would take a better Omega. Find someone better. Find someone who was worthy of his bite, someone who wouldn't drop bombs on him without at least trying to alert him to what was happening.

You didn't know it, but you'd fallen asleep at some point, waking up to see Simon sitting across from you. Price was there, arms crossed and leaning against the wall as the two waited for you to wake up.

"You'll need to talk," Price said.

Simon was still walking outside when he smelled Price not too far from him. He paused, turning back and watching as he caught up, falling in pace together and just walking. Price checked his watch, pulling a cigar out of his jacket pocket and lighting it.

"I don't think you realize how hurt your Omega is," Price said around the cigar, smelling the anger and distress in Simons scent spiking. He let out a grunt, hands stuffing themselves in his pockets. "Walking out wasn't the best choice. The boys have her in a pack pile, they're trying to soothe her for you," he added, seeing Simons eyes flicker to him for a moment.

With a shrug, Simon looked away. "Doesn't matter to me, I don't want to be a father," that wasn't true. Simon knew it, and Price would eventually find that out too. Simon wanted to be with his Omega, scent her when he could.

"They rescinded the babysitters, you know," all Simon wanted to do was curl up in your nest with you, scent marking you all over and remarking you. It'd been nearly a month since he was last able to, and that's all that he wanted.

Price sighed, grabbing his arm to pull him to a stop. Simon looked away, tugging his arm out of Price's hold. He pulled a cigarette out, tugging his balaclava up enough for him to get his mouth on it and then lighting it, inhaling deeply before pulling it out of his mouth.

The two stood, staring at the squads doing drills in the distance. They didn't say anything, just existing together, both deep in thought.

Simon wanted to find you and apologize, he wants to comfort you. He wants to hold you and hide you away with him so nothing like this ever happens again.

He wants a life with you, a home to go to when you two could get leave. He wants pups, he wants to see you round after he was able to breed you good and hard. He wanted to be there for you, take care of you in and out of your heat, he wanted to take you on dates and get to know you better.

He wanted to meet your family.

Price was watching him, the gaze Simon had was distant. Eyes unblinking and staring through people rather than at them. Price almost knew exactly what Simon was thinking, having gone through just about the exact same thing.

Not same circumstance, but same thought process. I can't have pups, I'll turn out like they think I will. I'll end up hurting them, they're too good for what I do. I can't put them in danger because they have no choice. It was horrible to think about it, but even Price thought of leaving his Omega.

Dropping everything and running, leaving all the money he had saved up with his Omega to care for their pup. But he didn't, he found people to talk to and was able to get through it. Simon needed that person, and god be damned he would be it.

"Talk with her, you need to figure out what you're going to do. I have pups of my own, I promise you that there is nothing this military won't do to keep them safe," he said, pulling Simons out of his thoughts.

Simon shook his head, opening his mouth to speak before Price cut him off.

"I am telling you this because I went through the same thing. You have people around you to help, you won't turn out the same father you think you will. Things happen, and you'll figure it out as you go," Price said and he could see as Simons face fell, realization of his actions finally hitting him.

He abandoned his Omega, and all he wanted to do was fix it. Fix his mistakes and make sure that you would never be hurt how he just hurt you. There was nothing he wouldn't do to fix this, and he would fix this.

Price led him to where you'd been, Soap having left him a message that you were with him and Gaz well before he'd found Simon. He knew that they would be short with Simon, he knew that they wouldn't want to leave you.

So he'd made them leave. Told them that he would be standing right there and wouldn't let anything happen. Had to make sure that they knew that you would be safe.

You didn't look at Ghost. Your eyes finding more interest in the carpet, or the wall by Price. Neither of you talked for a few long moments, you didn't want to say anything and Ghost wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm sorry," was all he said and your wrist found your gland, rubbing harshly against it. You could smell his distress, watching you scent yourself. All you could tell was that he didn't seem like he regretted anything. "I'm so scared," it was nearly a mockery of those words you'd used with him when trying to figure out what would happen next after you'd been bonded to him.

He could smell distress on your scent after he said that, head dropping down as he slowly realized what he'd said. "I didn't know what to do, I don't know how to be a parent," he whispered to you.

"And you think I do?" You hissed at him, legs pulling into your body as you wound your arms around them. "You think I'm not just as scared? I'm here, trying to help you get out of this mess you're in, and you're just abandoning me?"

He didn't look at you, not at all. Not a glance, all he could do was scent the different emotions flowing through you.

He opened his mouth again. "I didn't have a good family life, so I don't know how to go about all of it," he explained shortly. "I don't know what to do," he whispered softly.

You finally looked at him, his eyes downcast and his shoulder slumped in, elbows on his knees. You could taste the hurt in his scent, but you didn't want anything to do with it.

Alpha walked out on you.

"I just want to fix what I did,"

"I don't know if you can."

His eyes shut tight, jaw clenching as the hurt in his scent became all you could taste. His hands were shaking and you were just looking at him.

"You've hurt me so much, Ghost, and I can't always let you get away with it," you explained, fingers pulling at the skin near you nails. "I can't keep going through this up and down with you, it's not healthy," there was almost nothing you could say. Nothing you could think that he could do to get back to where he'd been.

"Just let me try, it's all I need," you looked at Price, who had a solemn look on his face. You could see it in his face, the faint whispers of let him try coming off of him. You didn't know what to do. "I can start over again, I'll court you again just tell me what I can do to fix it,"

You had to blink tears out of your eyes. You wanted to curl up with Alpha, let him hold you in your nest and sit there and be safe with him. You wanted to go back and take everything you'd said back. You wanted to restart. You wished you could have, you regretting this, you wanted to change that.

All you could do was shake your head, looking away. "I honestly don't know," you whispered, voice cracking. "I'm so beyond hurt right now, and you're the only person responsible for it," he looked up at you, eyes watery as panic became evident.

He looked away, you could see his throat working as he swallowed.

"Are you regretting this?" He asked and you felt your heart drop. Your brows furrowed, you wished you could go back and change things you'd done, but did you regret being mated with him?

"No," and it was nothing short of the truth. You genuinely cared for him, maybe not love, but he was your Alpha. You didn't want to change anything about it. "You're my Alpha, and I wouldn't change that for anything. I just don't know what to do to fix this pain," your voice grew distant, eyes gazing away from him.

He cleared his throat, leaning back. "I understand," he whispered. "I just regret what I've done. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I didn't know what to do," you couldn't look at him, the pain in his voice was already hurting you more than him walking out.

"I don't know what to do, either, but we can't keep doing this back and forth. We can't keep running from our problems," he nodded, clearing his throat.

He stood, wiping his hands on his pants. "I'll be in my room, if you need anything," he nodded to Price and walked out. You couldn't say anything, the only thing you wanted to do was climb back into your nest and try and forget everything that happened.

When you got back to your room, you sat on your bed and stared at the clothes from Simon you'd gotten that you'd scattered around the room. You picked them up, folding them and placing them on the desk in the corner of your room, hands not being able to leave the hoodie on top.

It was the most recent clothing item you'd had, and still had traces on his scent over it.

You put it back in your nest.

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blingblong55 · 1 month

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Keep Driving -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: When or if your requests are open can you do Ghost taking care of hungover f!reader please? Thank you <3 ---- F!Reader, fluff, established!relationship, hangover, boyfriend!Ghost ----

You were out with your friends tonight at some pub. The night was more than great, and it's been so long since you got to go out and catch up with your friends. Simon stayed back and was just your designated driver for the night and when you called, he excitedly drove to you.

Within ten minutes, he was there, getting out of his car and with a soft and warm hug, he guided you to the car. "Had fun, lovie?" he softly asks and you nod. Before you reach for the handle, he swats your arm away. Always a gentleman, his mum would remind him. He laughs when you pout, something so adorable but so funny to him. Once in the car, he notices how you were falling asleep and he knows a thing or two about falling asleep after drinking, so he won't let you fall asleep so quickly. "So, what did you talk about?" he asks as he keeps his eyes on the road. "…Old drama from school…with updated news," you mention and smile. Always the gossiper, you and he the listener to those stories.

"Any updates on that girl from science class?" He had to admit, he was invested in that story from day one. "Yes, and it gets better," you say and he nods. The whole ride home, the rundown of the drama was given to him.

Once he got you home, gave you something to eat and then made sure you got cleaned and into your comfy clothes. His big shirt on you and that warm and soft blanket that you like. Your head hurts as you begin to sober up. Simon knows this and he sighs, "You can drink the pill so your head doesn't hurt, lovie," he mentions and kisses your forehead, you groan.

"Si, I don't want to drink some pill," you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest. A low chuckle escapes his lips, "Lovie, you need it, or else you'll cry like last time," he brushes your hair with his calloused fingers. "I hit my head while walking in, that doesn't count," you mumble and he smiles. Stubborn little thing you are, he thinks.

Was it scary to think he loved moments like this?

By morning, as he slept, he heard and felt you trying to get up from bed. But his strong arms snake around your body. It was like they were meant to hold you this way.

Your head hurts, your mouth dry and your eyes barely tolerate the light from the early sun. "Fuck, what did I do," you curse under your breath and just on cue you hear his laugh. "Told you so," he mumbles into your neck.

"Shut up," you lean into him. His body getting comfortable in this position.

"Pancakes?" he asks and you nod. "extra syrup please," you ask and he kisses your shoulder, a small yes from him.

It was his cure for hangovers. Maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two, hash browns because you loved them and his terrible jokes.

The whole day, he kept himself beside you. Not a clingy man when he's home, yeah…sure.

It's a sunny day in Manchester, weird but beautiful that it happened today and what's more nicer is the fact he and you get to eat breakfast in the backyard. The warm sun and those yellow sunglasses of yours complement this great day.

He stays shirtless, his soft muscles letting the sun hit them. You, still in his shirt look at him. It was as if a symphony started playing when your eyes met his body. He is handsome, beautiful even.

Oh…you fell in love, didn't you?… Is that why your heart is beating fast? why now the sight of him has you blushing like a school girl? Why do you feel so many beautiful things for him? It's love, it's him, it's unique and peaceful.

For him, it was three days ago, when you two had gone on some road trip and instead of going home, you turned to him and said, "Keep driving, Si." That was how you ended up in his arms at some petrol station, blushing as you heard him whisper words he meant at that exact moment. "I'm falling in love with you, Y/N- what i…what I mean is…I love you," a nervous chuckle escapes him as you so gently kiss him.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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Here ye, hear ye! I do declare I headcanon

Hobie ALWAYS smells good asf

Without exception.

It's something you can always notice, because every day he smells slightly different. But always good.

It's on purpose.

I mean, look at all his accessories and clothes - he probably has a nightstand piled high with spiked bracelets and studded chokers and silver rings. And right next to his accessories - is his cologne collection.

Some bottles are older, half filled bottles of vintage finds he loves. Others are newer, fancier - ones knicked from high end shops. If he smells it, and likes it, he takes it.

His favorite are the woody, smoky, spiced smells. Like sandalwood or cognac. Things that smell like shag carpets and roaring fireplaces.

Sometimes he may be in the mood for something a bit sweeter, so sometimes he'll of dark chocolate, or maple syrup, or chai.

The most common ones are surprisingly fruity.

Hobie often smells of cherries. Dark, deep maroon cherries, the kind with sweet dark juice. Others, on more playful days - green apple, a little bit tart but still fresh.

I Hc he likes candy too, and is constantly popping jolly ranchers. Sometimes you can hear it when he's eating one, the quiet clacking of it - and the faint scent of blue raspberry, or super sweet watermelon.

When it comes to Spider Senses, I like to think Hobie is a sensory seeker.

He likes loud music and big speakers and heavy, layered clothes. He's likes strong sounds and scents, bright colors, and interesting textures. And cologne is one of his favorite parts of an outfit -

Cause he does consider it just that - apart of the outfit. Don't let Mr.'Cool This Whole Time' fool you - he thinks about outfits. Hobie really enjoys putting them together.

He's actually into fashion - just not in the industrial consumerist way most assume. But he still loves matching pieces, making them, putting together fits. And he never leaves the house without some fragrance.

It REALLY adds to the appeal.

Diane's trying to talk to him about work when they first meet and she's already nervous

and then she's can't help but notice and be like 'oh- WOW, you smell good. Heh. wOW. Sorry. Sorry. I just did not expect you to smell like cherry blossoms-'

'....thanks-'

'oh goodness, wait a minute, that's not it. I - I don't even think I could place that scent-'

She's standing there in the middle of the hall smelling Hobie - train of thought derailed the tracks and rolling down a mountainside, Miguel's work forgotten

Hobie goes 'its jasmine, really. Jasmine and saffron'

Diane's like 'JASMINE AND SAFFRON??? Boy. whatchu know about some Jasmine Saffron!'

Cause how dare he. How dare he be that fine. It's not okay. How can she live her life in these conditions?

She goes to tell Margo like 'Girl!! Did you know Hobie wears cologne?!' and Margo is like

'... Sis I'm not even physically here what makes you think I can smell'

Even Miguel notices after a while.

It's a group meeting, and he's lost in thought as he rambles off another plan, pacing back and forth.

He stops suddenly when something comes to mind.

'Who's that? Whereas that smell coming from? It smells like Horchata in here. Who was drinking Horchata??'

Cause if someone was drinking Horchata he wants some. Undebatable.

Half the room is like what the hell is Horchata???

Miguel's like 'it's cinnamon and rice and vanilla - it's a Mexican drink, alright. WHO WAS DRINKING IT.'

Hobie raises his hand and Miguel's like 'Not now, Brown. We're talking about something important.'

Hobies like 'Bruv it's me. I ain't drink it I just smell like it-'

Of course Miguel is calling bullshit cause he's sure Hobie is fucking with him until he goes over and Miguel's thinking 'oh fuck he does 😳🤨 que diablos???'

But he just looks down at Hobies smug ass face and he's like '.... As you were, 138.' before trying to act like nothing ever happened 😭😭

I think to think Hobie Brown is just That Smooth

The good looks ain't by accident he is BROKE, PUNK, and HIGH MAINTENANCE

#normalize mentioning your OC's like canon characters without warning #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #miguel o'hara #spiderpunk #miguel ohara #hobie x oc #hobie brown x oc

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talesofesther · 1 year

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sweet calamity | ch 10, epilogue

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that’s destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it’s easier said than done.

A/N: Just a sweet little thing to thank you all so much for all the love and support you've shown for this series, it was a joy for me to write it and I'm so so happy it was just as good for you to read it, thank you. I do plan on occasionally writing extra little stories within this universe, so let me know if there's something specific you'd want to see. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 9 here

You weren't a morning person. But mornings like these? They're something close to perfect.

Soft, barely there rays of sun came through the window; they cast a golden light over your eyes that makes you frown in your sleep. You hugged your blanket closer to your chest — your stiff, oddly heavy blanket — and buried your face in it.

Last night was girl's night; Enid's insistence, much to Wednesday's dismay, and when you remembered to look at the time it was already 1 AM. Weems would have your head if she caught you roaming around past curfew, so your only option was to sleep over.

Wednesday had insisted you took her bed, while she got comfortable on a mattress on the floor.

In the middle of the night, you felt the weight of a body coming to lay down beside you. You didn't comment on it, just slid your arms around her waist and placed a kiss on the back of her neck.

Now, as your body starts to wake up, you remember it. You opened your eyes and instantly wanted to have your cellphone with you to capture what you saw.

Wednesday shared a pillow with you, she had her eyes closed, lips lightly parted as she breathed evenly; there was a softness to her, no creases to her eyebrows or sharpness to her jaw; she was completely relaxed as the golden rays kissed her skin.

You took your time to paint the image of her on your mind; the image of your girlfriend — it's been a month, and the thought still gets your stomach fluttering.

"I can feel your eyes on me," she mumbled, her eyes still closed, voice still laced with sleep.

"'m sorry," you said back just as quietly, gingerly twirling a piece of her midnight hair on your fingers, "you're just too adorable like this."

One dark eye peeked open to look at you, and as much as she tried to look murderous she still had the most adorable sleepy face, "say that again and next time you sleep over, you won't be waking up."

"Oh," You chuckled at her empty threat, "you'd miss me far too much," inching closer, you bumped your nose with hers, feeling the way her fingers closed around the fabric of your pajama shirt. She met you in the middle of the pillow, gently pecking your lips.

There's something special about being with Wednesday right as she's waking up. It's the way she snuggles closer to you, lazily placing kisses on the edge of your chin; her eyes closed as she stifles a yawn; her soft hum of contentment as she makes herself comfortable against you.

Wednesday is tender in the mornings, when sleep is still overtaking most of her senses, and the quietness of the morning air is still around you two.

You could see yourself loving these mornings.

—

"Please Wednesday, I promise it'll be fun," Enid pleaded as she and Wednesday made their way to the quad.

"You and I have very different ideas of fun," the Addams girl huffed, walking over the threshold that lead to the outside area, her gaze instantly skimmed over the outcasts hanging around in search of you.

"I bet she'd like it," Enid countered, finding you and gesturing in your direction.

Wednesday's scowl deepened when she noticed you standing by the maple tree with a certain boy beside you.

Blonde hair and blue eyes then blocked her view, "so?" Enid smirked.

Wednesday sighed as if the mere idea of a double date with Enid and Ajax was the same as signing her deathbed.

The silence stretched with a staring contest between the two friends, until one relented; "I'll think about it."

Enid's smile only grew upon hearing it; promising her friend an enjoyable night before leaving for her next class.

—

"You can come by the greenhouse later if you want, I'll be there," you offered, taking a glance at Andrew who walked beside you.

He smiled, though it looked more like a grimace, "isn't your girlfriend gonna threaten to pluck out my nails… again?"

You chuckled, trying to convey some calmness to the poor boy; "don't worry, she's sweet… most of the time," you mumbled the last part.

"If you say so."

"I do, meet me there and I'll help you find the best poisonous little flower for your assignment," you grinned, giving him a friendly wink.

He nodded eagerly, thanking you before crossing to the other side of the quad to his group of friends.

You were about to do the same, head inside to find Wednesday and walk with her to anatomy class; but a hand closing around your wrist strayed you from your path, pulling you swiftly into a corner and away from the prying eyes of your peers.

She found you first, of course.

Your body is trapped between the wall and your girlfriend, her dark eyes are boring into your soul, taunting and alluring.

"Hello my little raven," you grinned, taking hold of her blazer to tug her closer.

"I see Andrew still holds no love for his life," she greeted back, tone sultry in a way that got you shivering.

Leaning in, you peck the corner of her lips, shy of going where she wants you to and you smirked when her quiet huff of annoyance reached your ears, "he's harmless, I've told you already."

"He's a puppy with separation anxiety, castration is still considered."

Her apparent seriousness got you chuckling. You took hold of one of her braids, your heart thundering for being the only one who's allowed this close. "Does it make you feel better if I say he's terrified of you?"

Wednesday hummed, her hand sneaking around your hip, "as he should. But yes, it does feel satisfying."

"I'm yours, you know," you told her softly, looking at her even softer, "there's no need to worry."

All you got in turn was a nod, but you knew that words hardly held the same importance as actions to Wednesday; you see her affection in the way her eyes soften, the way she squeezes your waist before letting go.

You took her hand when you both stepped into the quad again, a familiar habit already — whenever you're walking side by side, her hand always finds yours.

"So, Enid has been talking about this double date…" You started, already holding back a chuckle.

Wednesday groaned, "their idea of a good date is the opposite of mine."

"I wouldn't say that," you teased, already feeling Wednesday's incredulous eyes on you, "I remember the effort you put into our first date, I think Enid would be proud."

"Shut up," Wednesday grumbled, her cheeks burning pink.

You're lucky she loves you.

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amourlyns · 3 months

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❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which john price and simon riley discuss the past, present and future over a late night smoke.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of war, death, body horror, mental illness, child death.

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: inspired by this post. enjoy some angsty, but soft john and si. added my own personal touches, so i like to think john went through something similar and that’s why he’s so greatly effected. + he has 2 kids, mac n rosie with his ex—wife clara. dedicated to @whittywhitty and @mawvax ‘s comic.

⟡ ⠀ | Words are never exchanged during these kinds of nights. Instead, smoke fills the space where words would lay.

There’s a bitter chill in the air that settles into John’s bones. Making a home in his marrow. Tonight, he’s accompanied by Ghost. Of course, Simon Riley would always be more than a phantom. John actively told him that— yet.

Yet it doesn’t click.

Because phantoms do not desire eulogies from their Captain, and phantoms do not seek absolution. They simply be. Somehow, Simon Riley does this all at once. Despite the façade, he’s still a man. A man who feels, a man of flesh and blood. There’s a twinge of guilt that spikes through John’s veins, he already knows that it’s too late to speak on such matters— too late for apologies on events he could not stop.

But he speaks anyways.

Some part of John really believes that Simon, not (Ghost) could read him like a book. Or at least try to. Before John can utter an apology, Simon’s gaze already settles on his superior. He’s expecting something, either words or actions. John realizes this, and speaks at once.

❛❛ I’M SORRY.. ❜❜

John shifts his weight, leaning into one leg. Simon glances towards John for a total of three grand seconds. He notices these three things. One, John Price’s brows furrow inwards when he’s contemplating something. Two, he gnaws on his beloved Clara Villa cigar when he’s stretched too far. Three, John Price loves too much.

It’s still profound to Riley, having someone apologize to him. Some nasty, ugly part of his mind tells him to be apathetic. To play dumb. John does not mean it, nor does Simon deserve such a thing. An apology, empathy, or some kind of grand understanding.

He cracks anyways.

❛❛ (…) WHAT FOR ? ❜❜

John is obviously at a loss, his cigar burns out. Ash settles on the tray, glinting in the moonlight. He lights another, gnaws, and smokes. Notes of leather and light maple stains John’s lungs. A bitter char wafts in the air. The stars seem to illuminate the hazy night.

They sit in silence for a few moments. John eventually starts up again, and Simon listens closely.

❛❛ I WASN’T THERE, SI. I WASN’T THERE WHEN YOU LOST (…) YOU. WHEN YOU DIED. WHEN YOU LOST EVERYTHING. ❜❜

Price’s words echo into the endless night, accompanied by cicadas and their hymns, the chirp of crickets follow moments after. Then, there’s silence. Is it really silence? There’s so many unspoken words that burn like an uproarious flame between the pair.

So many apologies John could say, so many stories he could say and tell. John wants to tell Simon that no one should ever experience such a thing, and how he’s a good kid. John wants to tell Simon that it’s not his fault.

And if John could, he’d explain how the soil of your own grave never leaves the ridges of your fingertips. And how you can never scrub the grime off, no matter how hard you try. How silence is the most jarring thing to a man, yet, the most peaceful. How being a living, walking, deadman changes you.

To be a living, breathing body. Rotting away like a real corpse. John thinks, and he wonders. What kind of man has the stomach to rip a jaw, and dig his way out?

Simon has his own thoughts. He ponders on his next words, and what to say to get his Captain out of this whump. It’s uncharacteristic, to see a man of John’s status and stature oh, so defeated. His shoulders are slumped, eyes are set on the view below. Obscured by the dark night, but undoubtedly somber and solemn.

Simon knows that Price’s life revolves around humans. He knows the Captain has seen terrors no man should lay his eyes upon. Simon has heard the stories and he’s seen John’s scars. Small glimpses into the window of his life. Simon knows John is lucky enough to have a family, two kids. Mac and Rosie. A loving, supportive woman in his life— his ex—wife Clara.

And yet, despite this. Simon could sense that John Price could never be a gentle man, because he never had a gentle man in his life. He only knows how to chew on marrow and sink his canines into everything and everyone.

Simon only knew this because they were two of a kind. They aren’t unfamiliar with the sight of blood spilling from orifices of a cadaver, decomposing and becoming one with the earth. Or, the gore of a body festering in puss. The corroding of flesh, and necrosis of the limbs due to an untreated infection on the field. Simon and Price have laid their eyes on parts that are meant to be hidden away by flesh and muscles.

These parts, the innermost parts, are always shocking when displayed in such raw, open spaces, like the battlefields and deserts, where bodies are picked apart by vultures and crows, but Price and Simon no longer flinches at twisted body parts and decaying flesh. They have seen far too much of it to be upset by it anymore.

But, Simon does not know how the rawness of all it washes over John, despite the disfigurement of each of these bodies (was) a living, breathing, person. Whether or not they were civilians, enemies or enemies.

John’s sense of mortality is never numbed, or dismissed. Instead, he weighs on it much, much, more. Death within his field of work is something he knows will happen. There’s no point of price diminishing these feelings.

John Price has children, he has a family. He’s ready for his own death, but are they?

Of course he’s no saint, he knows this and refuses to be called such. He has the blood of mothers, fathers, and children in his hands. He suffers each day for it. Flashing visions of gaunt faces and vacant eyes staring back at him each night. Spindly fingers that wrap around him in the night.

John is a man of war. A man who chooses the lesser evil.

The sensation of Simon’s arm on his shoulder brings him back to earth, a sense of reassurance. A silent apology.

❛❛ PRICE. YOU PUT TOO MUCH ON YOUR SHOULDERS. YOU WERE THERE WHEN I CAME BACK. YOU NEVER LEFT (…) WHEN EVERYONE THOUGHT OF ME AS A LOST CAUSE, TOO ANGRY, TOO INSANE. YOU GAVE ME A SECOND CHANCE IN THE ONE FOUR ONE. ❜❜

❛❛ YOU COULD EVEN SAY— IT WAS A (PRICE)LESS GIFT ❜❜

Simon faces John now. Stubbing out his cigarette, to grace John with a timid smile. John blinks once, then twice, then thrice. A smile, a smile from Simon Riley. John could cry, really. Granted, his eyes are already watering up from Simon’s speech. He fights the urge to laugh at that horrible pun. Maintaining a brave face for Simon.

❛❛ THAT (…) THAT WAS SO BAD. ❜❜

John chokes out, the feeling of Simon’s hand on his shoulder remains. He’s rooted now, feeling as bit lighter than before.

❛❛ AH, NOT MY BEST. ❜❜

Simon chortles, a retort dies on his tongue. For once, Simon feels lighter too. He’s ran out of smokes now. The only thing they could do was watch the sun rise back up in the horizon for tonight. And exchange a few stories, or accept the silence.

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colleendoran · 1 year

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MOCCA Arts Festival

Announcing the 2023 MoCCA Arts Festival Featured Guests

The Society of Illustrators is proud to share a list of Featured Guests who will appear at the MoCCA Arts Festival, taking place April 1 - 2, 2023 from 11:00AM - 7:00PM on Saturday and 11:00AM - 6:00PM on Sunday. The Exhibitor Hall will be held at Met Pavilion, a spacious venue nestled in the heart of the Chelsea neighborhood, and is within walking distance to many great restaurants and attractions. Programming will be a few steps away at the SVA Flatiron Gallery, located at 133 West 21st Street.

Maia Kobabe is the author of Gender Queer (Oni Press), a critically acclaimed Young Adult graphic memoir that has also been named a Stonewall Honor book. Gender Queer was also ranked by the American Library Association as the most frequently banned or challenged book in the United States in 2021. Kobabe will talk about eir work in a special spotlight session moderated by Michele Kirichanskaya and will also participate in a panel on comics and censorship hosted by PEN America’s Jonathan Friedman.

In her career, Colleen Doran has written and drawn the long-running creator-owned series A Distant Soil and has worked on titles including Wonder Woman, Amazing Spider-Man, and many others. Her body of work includes a series of collaborations with writer Neil Gaiman which are the subject of the exhibit “Colleen Doran Illustrates Neil Gaiman,” running from March 22nd to July 29th at the Society of Illustrators. She will appear in conversation with Gaiman to discuss their comics collaborations and her overall body of work in a special programming event moderated by exhibition curator Kim Munson.

Barbara Brandon-Croft became the first Black woman to write and draw a nationally syndicated comic strip when Where I’m Coming From debuted in American newspapers in 1991. Featuring a cast of nine women of color commenting insightfully on current events, her groundbreaking comic strip has now been anthologized in a book edition from Drawn and Quarterly. Brandon-Croft will talk about her trailblazing work in a special spotlight session.

Other featured artists at this year’s festival will include:

Kim Deitch, a pioneering underground comix artist who began publishing comics in the East Village Other in 1967 and whose most recent graphic novel, Reincarnation Stories (Fantagraphics) was published to critical acclaim in 2019.

Drew Friedman, whose most recent book of portraiture, Maverix and Lunatix (Fantagraphics), celebrates the artists of the underground comix generation

Miriam Katin, whose out-of-print graphic memoir of escaping the Holocaust as a child refugee accompanied by her mother, We Are On Our Own (Drawn & Quarterly), will be republished in a forthcoming paperback edition.

Toma Vagner, the award-winning illustrator who designed this year’s MoCCA key image and has produced striking graphics for clients including Harry Styles, Google, The New York Times, Bloomberg, and The New Yorker.

Noah Van Sciver, whose body of graphic novels includes Joseph Smith and the Mormons (Abrams ComicArts), Fante Bukowski (Fantagraphics Books), and the forthcoming comic book series Maple Terrace (Uncivilized Books).

These and other Featured Artists will participate in programming and signings, schedules for which will be announced in the coming days and weeks. A full list of exhibiting artists can be found on the MoCCA Arts website.

About the Museum of Illustration at the Society of Illustrators and the MoCCA Arts Festival

Founded in 1901, the Society of Illustrators and its Museum of Illustration together comprise America’s longest-standing nonprofit organization dedicated to the art of illustration. The mission of SI/MI is to promote the art and appreciation of illustration and its history and evolving nature through exhibitions and educational programs.

The MoCCA Arts Festival is a 2-day multimedia event, Manhattan’s largest independent comics and cartoon festival, drawing over 7,000 attendees each year. With over 500 exhibiting artists displaying their work, award-winning honorees speaking about their careers and artistic processes and other featured artists conducting demos, lectures and panels, our Festival mission accelerates the advancement of the Society’s broader mission to serve as Manhattan’s singular cultural institution promoting all genres of illustration through exhibitions, programs and art education.

The Society will continue to release additional information about the Fest in the near future. Tickets are available to purchase online as well as at the door. The Society is following all state and city safety protocols. Protocols are subject to change, so be sure to check back for the latest information. As of now, face coverings are optional at Metropolitan Pavilion and the Exhibitor Hall. Proof of vaccines, boosters and masks are required to enter SVA buildings and programming.

To learn more about the Fest, please visit the website.

For media inquiries please contact:

Kate Feirtag

Director of Communications and External Relations

[email protected]

#exhibits #personal appearance #neilgaiman #neil gaiman #MOCCA #maia kobabe #drew friedman #society of illustrators

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fanaticsnail · 25 days

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Babe, at this point, just take the playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6aGOhPb0p8MAyAyXxuvOdH?si=2TKkcJExTnaguNCqx6bUVQ&pi=u-B9AJuWw1QtCE

OOOOOOOOH MORE SONGS!! Thank you, you absolute darl! Always up for some new tunes to loop while I write! I'm loving the Ricky Montgomery on there.

This song: Maple Syrup - The Backseat Lovers.

It gives me Dad Donquixote Rosinante and Son Trafalgar Law. Especially the "Your purple sweater is sitting in my living room. I tried to wear it, but I knew that it would smell like you." I know it's comes across as a breakup, but I can hear it as the loss of a parent too. Or maybe something else entirely.

For example:

Imagine Law keeping his dad's crusty, old, dark-feathered coat and trying it on. Imagine him applying his face paint in the mirror to see what he'd look like donning it. Imagine him breaking down when the memory of his adoptive dad's age sinks in, knowing he'd never see what he'd look like older. Imagine Law's turmoil at the fact his birthday is rapidly approaching, finally lapping the age Rosinante was when he perished.

Imagine him being so overwhelmed by the despair that all who he holds close could slip away at any moment. Imagine him hearing "I love you, Law," and picturing his dad's face as he lay broken, riddled with bullets and bleeding out in the icy snow.

Imagine Law looking in the mirror again with tear-soaked eyelashes, wiping the paint from his face with his wrist and forearm - only for his glassy eyes to get a glimpse of blonde in the corner of the reflection.

The memory of a smile, the scent of tobacco, the shuffle of clumsy feet, the taste of rum tinting the air, and finally fully seeing the hooded red hat crowning a silent man sitting completely still and waiting in the corner of the room.

Is he back? Surely that's impossible.

#ask snail #snail answers #one piece #trafalgar law #Trafalgar law drabble #thoughts running away with me #he lives au?#Donquixote Rosinante #this is what i mean when i say i want to write for law - but his pretty dad is RIGHT there #donquixote corazon

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imblocking-you · 8 months

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SABI KO LANG NAMAN GUSTO KO MAGGALA BAT NAMAN HJNDI NA KO PINAPAUWI

#si bro ay luluwas na for college #// maple

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bigassmoonchild · 7 months

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Now I'm curious on how you planned to off Simon like non Canon maple syrup can we get his death or HC on How everyone deals with fucker dying

(i never actually wrote out his death, but i sat for close to ten minutes debating on going thru with it. also MEDICAL INACCURACIES as well as DEATH)

you had helped sedate simon, ensuring the doctors could check on him and make him comfortable. you sat next to him, watching his peaceful face while waiting for the doctors to return with the news.

god, you’d missed simon. he was your alpha, your mate and now the father of your child. these last few months without him hurt beyond belief. the knock on the door brought you from your thoughts, turning to watch the doctor walk in.

she had a rough look on her face, brows slightly furrowed and she wasn’t making eye contact with you. clearing her throat, she gave you a quick glance before opening the file she had in hand.

‘ma’am, we’ve got the brain scan results back,’ she whispered and your heart sunk. you knew the way she was speaking, you understood why she was talking so softly. you’d done this before, but you could never have assumed it hurt this much.

she gave you a frail smile. ‘i’m so sorry, but his brain is shutting down. he doesn’t have long left,’ she whispered, finally making eye contact with you. you had thought you’d felt nothing when you were told he was possibly dead, but now you truly felt nothing.

a strange sense of numbness spread through your body and your eyes shut. you could feel the tears, hot and wet, dripping down your cheeks. there was nothing left of simon, but a shell of the man he had once been.

your lover was gone, even if his body was still breathing right there. you were alone.

the doctor stood there as you blinked back into it. ‘could you bring his pack, please?’ you whispered hoarsely, feeling the burning of your nose with more tears to come.

how could you love a man who had continuously hurt you, someone who couldn’t even decipher his own emotions? because he was all you had.

you knew nothing you said or did would bring back your mate, but you could feel the pit in your stomach with the realization you’d have to inform them. price and soap, gaz and everyone he’d ever made a connection with.

the knock on the door jostled you from these thoughts and you saw them come in, moving around simons bed. ‘is he gonna be alright?’ price whispered and you shook your head.

‘we were too late,’ you whispered to the group, dropping your head down into your lap and letting the sobs out.

and for weeks you lay in your nest, surrounded by the slowly fading scent of simon. surrounded by all the memories you would never have with him, left alone to raise the pup.

the pack left you alone to grieve. all of you were grieving in your own way. price buried his sorrow with simon, leaving barely enough to get by with his own omega and pups.

gaz found himself training harder and harder. he wanted to be better, faster. make sure he knew exactly what to do in any scenario. he worked himself thin trying to just be better.

soap was hit almost as hard as you, trying to find ways to have corrected what happened. he worked himself to the bone trying to figure out what he could’ve done different to save simon. he spent countless days and nights trying to fix his wrongs but he couldn’t.

he never would’ve been able to do anything different, he hadn’t even been on the mission.

it was raining when his funeral was held. price and the rest of the pack stood around you as you watched your lover, your mate be lowered into the ground. you’d bought a beautiful headstone, it stood tall, with just the same amount of broodiness that simon would carry himself with.

you’d brought flowers of all kind, laying them around his now covered casket as a final goodbye. kissing his headstone, you stood and allowed price and the others to help you home.

for some time after his death, you’d wished for a boy. hoping without hope that he would grow to be similar to his father, but without the same level of emotional constipation his father had.

and it was soap who took to helping you as the months wore on, soap who took you just after your birth to introduce your pup to simon. feeling the love wash over you, even through the pain when you’d realized alpha wasn’t there.

he would never see any of the firsts or lasts.

that grave plot was where your pup introduced you to their own, laying fresh flowers where they had died. and lying just under the newest member of the family, you and simon laid together.

#tw death #simon riley x reader #angst #hurt/no comfort #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #task force 141 #modern warfare ii #call of duty x reader #no use of y/n #call of duty #simon riley #ghost mw2 #grieving #grief #pregnancy

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saingirl101 · 9 months

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Quick recap about my thoughts about the prefrontal PIs post Ep 2

Longer post than expected below:

Hunch Curio: My favorite upbeat fail man. Absolutely terrible at acting like a student in a university but somehow survives his head being knocked all the way around. Wants to [protect smol conrad, who is afraid of hunch. Perfect. Amazing work Trapp.

Imelda Pulse: Siobhan is plating imelda so dangerously straight into terms of character tropes that her moments of doing the impulse bit always take me off guard. The whole bit about what she should have done with the packet ending with her saying they should cut the big guys hair into bangs was so hilarious. I love her and want to marry her.

Anastasia Tension: Much like Siobhan, Danielle is playing A. Tension so straight in terms of tropes. The bit with the pain receptor was so good from the perspective of a Noir story. Absolutely love the divorced energy she brings to every interaction with Hunch. I also want to marry her.

Conrad schintz: My child. I love, adore, and want to protect them. Alex really is playing the most accurate interpretation of the worlds smolest little meow meow. Infinity/10. Also ouch the backstory about the guilt he feels for defending the big guys little sis only to get the big guy beaten up hurts so much. Just i love them so much.

Dan Fucks: Honestly my surprise breakout fav. there was a direction Freddy could have gone that would have imo been uncomfortable to watch. But instead they are full nemeses with Conrad. Want to guzzle maple syrup straight from the bottle, down to cause a distraction, and may or may not be into ASMR more than he should be. Just the energy is so good. Great job Freddy. I love you Mr. Fucks.

The Fix: I will be quite honest I never followed the Green brothers that much when they first got popular and I am glad for that. Hank brings a very understated energy to The Fix. Theres nothing better than a guy who is physically intimidating instead using a softspoken voice of eloquent words to intimidate you instead. Plus his dynamic with Conrad and the wayward interests. I am sorry sir you are going to be a father of like 12+ kiddos and a dog. I don't make the rules, its a fact now.

#mentopolis #mentopolis spoilers #prefrontal pis #conrad schintz #the fix #anastasia tension #imelda pulse #hunch curio #daniel fucks #dimension 20 #d20

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novabytesims · 1 year

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♡ Blushed Pink Apartment ♡

Small studio apartment for a single sim or a couple. 910 Medina Studios. I used Charly Pancakes Maple & Construction Window Part 2 for the build. You will need the T.O.O.L Mod to add windows of your choice!

CC Used:

» Piersim

Domaine Du Clos (All Parts) [x] Auntie Vera's [x] Calderone [x]

» Charly Pankcakes

Miscellanea [x]

» PeaceMaker

Hampton's Retreat [x] Hampton's Hideaway [x] Hampton's Getaway [x] Caine Living [x] Alesund Sectional [x] Bowed Living [x]

» Leaf Motif

Calliope Bathroom [x] Updated shower curtain [x] Follower Gift #7 [x]

» SixamCC

Small Spaces Pantry [x]

» IllogicalSims

Mini Office [x]

» ATS4

Si, Armani Perfume [x] Eiffel Tower Key [x]

» Harrie

Octave Doors [x]

» Harrie x Felix

Bafroom [x]

» Myshunosun

Uma Living [x] Vanity Nook [x]

» AWingedLlama

Apartment Therapy [x] Boho Living [x]

» KKB

Citrus Room [x] Karlstad Kitchen [x]

Gallery ID: VioletDess

Tray Files: SimFileShare

Remember to check the CC button on the gallery!

Thanks to all the wonderful CC Creators ♡

#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 cc build #the sims 4 build #ts4

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arty-ffxiv · 8 days

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bold all the genres of books your muse likes to read!

Kupa loves to get inspiration from cookbooks; Ohka is an avid reader who has a soft spot for horror and romance.

C'arta can read but chooses not to.

Tagged by: @zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta thanks sis ily ♥

Tagging: @marshalmallow, @nalukaixiv, @it-maple-moff, @ahollowgrave, @gatheredfates for Koret and/or Elandervier,

@riftdancing for Siyoh, @hythlodaes & @thefreelanceangel for Summer ♥

#reading meme #kupa kipi #kupa meme #ohka karani #ohka meme #c'arta eztli #c'arta meme

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cinamun · 11 months

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Ok, SimChopped Family Cookout Throwdown questions: 1.) Between Indya, Mercy, or Elise who would win in that cooking battle? 2.) What individually are their best level 10 dishes? And 3.) Which of the three would be able to take on Tiffany Derry or Kardea Brown and win it all? :) (If you ever post pics of this I would love to see it.)

Hey friend!! I did NOT forget about this but I had to get a pic of these three iconic leading ladies together (which was NOT easy because they be busy or whatever).

Anyway, shall we begin?

First of all, they are in Indya's kitchen because Elise is having her kitchen remodeled. Anyone familiar with even a CHAPTER of this story knows how serious Elise is about her kitchen, which is why the first question is a no-brainer:

1.) Between Indya, Mercy, or Elise who would win in that cooking battle? Elise, hands down. She's won as soon as she takes that real, homemade crust for her pie out of the oven. Elise's sweet potato pie is nectar from the GODS. When she's in the kitchen you are literally WATCHING GOD okay? I don't make the rules. Sis is a BEAST!!

2.) What individually are their best level 10 dishes? Aside from the pie as mentioned above (btw, Indya is coming in a strong second with her caramel upside down cake), Elise is a master of SoulFoodic Arts so her Roasted Chicken with Collard Greens and Cornbread is her best dish. As for Indya, she's coming with grilled steaks, grilled asparagus and twice baked potatoes. She's a beast in the kitchen AND on the grill (although between her and her husband, Darren would demolish her on the grill. All he needs is those Jesus sandals). Mercy is coming in with a Baked Alaska to take care of dessert. Its sweet and delectable with a hint of citrus that everyone goes WILD for!

3.) Which of the three would be able to take on Tiffany Derry or Kardea Brown and win it all? I'm gonna be honest friend, I have no idea who these two are. I don't watch TV at all but I used to love the great british baking show so that's the only reference i have LOL! I'm assuming those two are badass cooks and once again, we're handing the crown to Elise.

This was SO MUCH FUN and if I had more time I had a whole idea to have the three of them in the kitchen cooking but this save is in a state right now (prepping for new episodes) that I can't really make too many sudden movements. BUT! Thank you for the ask and please feel free to ALWAYS think of me when you're sending around super fun OC asks!

Honorable Mention:

Maple "Pip" Greenwood is cooking EVERYBODY under the table.

Rest in Pixel Paradise.

#oc asks #PIP!#thanks nonny!

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buffetlicious · 7 months

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We used to purchase mooncakes from Singapore Marriott Tang Plaza Hotel many moons ago until we switched over to Raffles Hotel due to their Champagne Truffle Snow-Skin Mooncake. With the latest price increase this year and low discounted offer, our pocket just couldn’t take the hit anymore. We went back to Wan Hao Chinese Restaurant (万豪轩中餐厅) from the former hotel as they are offering a bigger discount! Immediately went online to order two boxes of Assorted Snowskin Mooncakes (萬豪精致冰皮月饼). Original price is S$88 less 40% corporate discount so we paid S$52.80.

On the day of collection. I was dismayed to find out that the so called Mini Mooncakes (迷你月饼) are real dainty in size that one can pop the whole piece into the mouth! While the packaging was beautifully designed and accompanied with a stylish cooler bag, the boxes containing the mooncakes only had loose plastic cover so it doesn’t keep the contents airtight. Coupled with the tiny size of the mooncakes, the glutinous rice skin was dried out and hard. :(

Yuzu Honey with Peach Passionfruit Praline (蜂蜜柚子蜜桃百香果奶心冰皮月饼) – A fruity and refreshing treat made with fresh Yuzu and pure honey. Featuring a medley of zesty yuzu, passionfruit and peach – the end result is a harmonious symphony of flavours when you bite into the praline.

Blueberry with Maple Cream Cheese Praline (蓝莓枫糖奶油芝士奶心冰皮月饼) – A favourite of my sis with visually stunning with eye-catching hues of blue, this new creation offers a burst of blueberry goodness coupled with a luscious maple cream cheese centre; unveiling a dense and chewy bite.

Irish Cream Latte with Baileys Praline (爱尔兰奶油拿铁百利甜酒奶心冰皮月饼) – Attention all connoisseurs of Baileys! Get boozy with this treat – sweet, milky and notes of vanilla from the Baileys praline paired with velvety smooth latte. Every mouth pack a distinctive taste, making this is my favourite of the four flavours.

White Lotus Seed Paste with Salted Egg Praline (白莲蓉咸蛋奶心冰皮月饼) – Here’s a modern spin to a beloved classic. Imagine sweet and smooth White Lotus Seed Paste accompanied with rich creamy salted egg praline – bringing out the perfect balance of sweet and savoury flavours. This is the closest match to the traditional baked mooncake with salt egg yolk but with a chewy glutinous rice skin.

PS - Kudos to the team at Singapore Marriott Tang Plaza Hotel for their swift action in getting in touch with my sis after she feedbacked to them on the dry and hard snowskin mooncakes. The hotel replaced our two boxes of mooncakes and I am glad to say that the snowskin got back it soft chewy texture.

Selected images from Wan Hao Chinese Restaurant.

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