#sweet magnolias imagine

[collecting-stories]

Home Game - Tyler Townsend

Request: no. 

A/N: I’ve been really into Sweet Magnolias again ever since the second season came out so I figured I’d write a little something. 

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It was a minor league game, $15 a ticket for a good seat, the midsize stadium still using benches instead of fold down seats like a real stadium would. This wasn’t the Braves or the Phillies or some other major team, this was the Riverdogs. 

Your seats were just above the dugout, directly in the sun while it was still out, and you were thankful you’d worn shorts. At least for now, later you’d complain, mostly just to annoy Tyler because you kind of hated baseball and this was the third baseball themed date he’d taken you to in a month. 

Just last week he’d taken you to the batting cages on what he claimed was a date but was really just you watching him practice. Not that you didn’t sincerely enjoy watching him practice just that you wanted something a little more exciting for date night. At least here they had concessions. 

You turned your head away from the game for a second as someone shouted about popcorn and cotton candy, the sound of metal hitting a ball the only thing you caught before the crowd on your side of the stands cheered. Tyler flung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he kissed your cheek, “did you see that? Right outta the park!” 

“That’s gonna be you someday, for the Braves or Cardinals or some other impressive team.” You replied. Baseball dates might not’ve been your thing but you couldn’t deny that you loved the way Tyler’s eyes lit up just talking about a future in Major League. 

“You’ll have to endure a lot more games if I get signed to the Braves someday.” His tone was light, teasing you cause he knew you weren’t the worlds biggest baseball fan, but the implication that you and he would still be together that far into the future wasn’t lost on you. 

“Those’ll be box seats, and like, real big spreads and shit.” You laughed, watching him as he turned his attention back to the baseball game. “And I’ll get to sit around and tell everyone how my boyfriend is a pro baseball player.” 

Tyler’s cheeks tinged the slightest red, contrasting his tan as he kept his eyes on the game, trying to fight the smile that crossed his face. Maddie had been bugging him about bringing you around for a family dinner or even a margarita night, though he definitely wasn’t going to subject you to his mom, Helen, and Dana Sue without some kind of warning. He’d done a pretty decent job of ducking, making excuses for why he didn’t want them to meet you yet, most of the time swearing that this was nothing serious. But Maddie knew he was lying. 

“You can pick the next date,” he promised at the end of the night, as you walked down the ramp to the parking lot, his sweatshirt keeping your upper body warm. Some of the crowd had dispersed after the game ended but you and Tyler hung around for the fireworks even though you were freezing. 

“This was fun,” you admitted, laughing when he gave you a skeptical look. You climbed in the passenger side of the car, fixing the vents so they blew right on your legs, “I just need to remember to wear pants next time.” 

“I told you it was gonna get cold,” he replied. Tyler checked his phone, a text from Maddie telling him to drive safe in response to his letting her know that he was on the way home. 

“I wanted to look cute for you, sue me,” you joked, leaning over the dashboard to kiss him as the line of cars moved slowly out of the parking lot. 

-

“Have they?” Dana Sue raised her eyebrows questioningly as she took a sip of her margarita, sitting around the island in Maddie’s kitchen. Helen snickered as Maddie’s eyes grew wide. 

“God I hope not, Ty won’t even tell me her last name!” Maddie replied, “every time I ask about her he just says ‘it’s casual’ or ‘she’s just a friend’.” 

“I think ‘just friends’ is an understatement, Annie said they got in trouble the other day for some less than appropriate behavior in the hallway,” Dana Sue replied. 

Maddie covered her face for a moment, trying not to laugh. She knew what Kyle told her and he’d said that Tyler was crazy about you. She was doing her best not to push the subject, wanting to give her oldest privacy and let him come to her when he was ready to share. But she was also getting impatient, she wanted to meet you, figure out if you were good enough for her son. She’d asked Cal and Kyle and even Annie a couple times but she felt bad being sneaky like that, collecting information behind Tyler’s back. 

“I’m trying so hard to give him space but I wanna know. I like knowing what’s going on in my kids’ lives!” Maddie insisted just as the door clicked open and then shut. 

She had told Tyler that she was going to be at Helen’s for margarita night and honestly, that had been the plan but then Bill was late picking up Katie and Kyle didn’t feel good and suddenly they were in her kitchen drinking. The house that was supposed to be empty wasn’t and Tyler came walking into the kitchen with you behind him, still wearing his sweatshirt. 

“Mom.”

All three women were sitting there staring at him but, to her credit, Maddie spoke first, “Ty…I meant to tell you, we ended up here tonight.” 

“I can see that.” He replied, looking between them and you, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. 

“I uh, maybe I should…go?” You asked, eyes on Tyler. He might’ve been giving Maddie the runaround but he’d told you from the beginning that he was reluctant to tell his mom he was dating. He told you she made a big deal out of everything and he knew she’d embarrass him and he didn’t want it getting to his dad who would tell him not to get blindsided in the middle of baseball season. 

“No,” he grabbed your hand before you could turn back to the door, “it’s okay, uh, mom…” Tyler took a deep breath and then launched into introductions, his mom and then Dana Sue and then Helen, all three women smiling from ear to ear as he called you his girlfriend. 

“Well it is so nice to meet you sweetheart,” Helen said, getting up to give you a hug, “think I saw you in my law class?” 

“Yeah I was on the jury,” you nodded. 

“So, what did you two have in mind for the rest of the night, hate to think you’d be here all alone when we were supposed to be at Helen’s?” Dana Sue piped in, before Maddie could get to you. 

Tyler flushed and you squeezed his hand, “just gonna watch TV, got a full house so…always kinda noisy at mine. Sorry bout that, Ty didn’t say y’all wouldn’t be around.” You lied. 

Maddie cracked a smile at that, her son’s face a dead giveaway that you weren’t telling the truth about your plans. You looked so convincing though, maybe she shouldn’t have but she liked you already. “Well I’m glad I forgot to tell him I’d be home cause I know he never would’ve brought you around on purpose.” 

“Mom.” Tyler huffed. He’d been dodging questions about you only because he felt like everyone always knew everything and had their noses in everyone’s business. He wanted something that was just his, that he didn’t have to share with anyone else and that something was his relationship with you. When you’d started dating, so soon after he’d broken up with CeCe, he didn’t wanna say anything and now that things were more serious, he felt like he didn’t want everyone in his business.  

“Well it’s nice to meet you,” you replied, “sorry it’s taken this long, I guess. I tend to drag my feet too so,” you shrugged at the end of your sentence, mostly trying to give your boyfriend an out. Something Maddie clearly picked up on as she looked between the two of you.  

“Have your parents met Ty?” She asked, Helen covering her mouth with her hand as she tried not to laugh at the guilty expression on Tyler’s face. He’d met your parents more than once, he’d even been over to dinner a couple of times with your whole family.  

“Uh, once or twice,” you admitted.  

When margarita night was over, and Helen offered to drive you home when you finally said you needed to leave, you sent Tyler a quick text, apologizing for the interruption but assuring him that it was nice meeting his mom. You’d seen Maddie around and Tyler always talked about how great she was so you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t anxious to actually meet her.  

Tyler would’ve snuck up to his room the minute the front door closed after you if it wasn’t for Maddie calling him back to the kitchen. She been waiting all night to talk to him without her friends around. As much as she loved Dana Sue and Helen, sometimes they didn’t let her get a word in edgewise and she got stuck listening to them parent her kids.  

“So you two are real serious, huh?” Maddie asked, cleaning up the dishes left in the sink as Tyler lingered by the island, not sitting down.  

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about it. He wasn’t sure if it was some kind of superstition, that if he said it out loud it would be true and it could go wrong, but he didn’t like talking about it. “We’ve been kinda, hanging out.”

“Kinda hanging out?” Maddie almost laughed, “Ty, she seems like a real sweet kid, maybe you should bump that ‘kinda hanging out’ up to actually dating so she doesn’t think you’re just, not serious.”  

“We already talked about it,” Tyler replied, “can I go upstairs now?”

Maddie sighed and turned around, wiping her hands on a dish rag as she leaned against the kitchen sink, “Ty...I trying real hard not to push you into something that makes you uncomfortable but, I feel like I’m not clued in anymore. Like you got your life and its separate from everyone else’s in this house. I’m not asking you to sit here every night having a heart to heart with me but can we at least be honest and keep each other in the loop with our lives.”

“I just don’t wanna jinx anything,” he admitted, sheepishly, finally taking a seat at the island. “After CeCe and I broke up I wasn’t really upset or anything and I felt like maybe something was wrong with me. Or maybe I was like dad...I could just walk away without feeling anything.”  

“Hey, you are not like that.” Maddie assured, “you are the most caring, thoughtful, person I know Ty.”

“I just,” he shrugged, “she asked me out and I said sure not really thinking it’d be different than CeCe but it is...but this is high school I mean, I don’t wanna stay in Serenity forever and I don’t wanna be that guy who marries his high school sweetheart just cause everyone says we’re so serious and we should.”  

“The only people whose opinions matter in this relationship are yours. I know Serenity can gossip something awful and I know it’s hard not to listen, trust me, but don’t let them tell you how you should be feeling or what the future looks like.” Maddie replied, “if someone makes you happy Ty, if being with them feels good and comfortable and familiar, that's all that matters.”  

Tyler nodded, letting Maddie’s words sink in. He had a lot of plans for the future and he knew that you did too, plans that didn’t fit into that neat little Serenity box that Maddie’s own life had been up until a year ago. But when people talked long term, asked if things were that serious, Tyler always fought the urge to admit that maybe they were. Maybe you wouldn’t settle down in Serenity and spend the rest of your lives running kids to baseball practice and dance lessons but he liked the idea of a future. 

#tyler townsend x reader #tyler townsend x you #tyler townsend x y/n #tyler townsend imagine #tyler townsend fanfiction #tyler townsend fanfic #tyler townsend fic #sweet magnolias imagine #sweet magnolias fanfiction #sweet magnolias fanfic #sweet magnolias fic #collecting stories imagine

[whereireid]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader | masterlist

Summary: You don't like Miles Quaritch, but that doesn't matter — because you love him.

— warnings: fluff + angst = declarations of love, star-crossed lovers. // nsfw content — f receiving only.

“Why don’t you want to be with me?”

Quaritch’s voice is quiet, his breath fanning against your neck as he speaks. His hands grip your shoulders, forcing your back against him. It’s almost pitiful how he’s knelt down to such an emasculating height, his lips pressing against your warm neck, hoping for you to indulge him for just a second. 

You close your eyes. “I don’t like what you do,” you say weakly, your chest growing tight as he suckles softly against your skin. 

“You don’t like what I do, or you don’t like how I do it?”

Miles Quaritch is not a nice man. He’s unnecessarily mean and grumpy, borderline sadistic — remorse or empathy is a foreign concept to him. The dead Colonel which lives within him is the reason why your pleas fall on death ears; he is stuck in an everlasting cycle of choosing his absolute authority over the blissful domesticity that you offer him.

“Maybe I just don’t like you.”

Quartich’s teeth nip at your shoulder, causing a whine to fall from your lips. “That’s mean,” he says, his hands cupping the curve of your thighs. “Ain’t no reason for you to be mean, sunshine.”

Warmth blazes within you as he beckons your legs apart. You feel trapped, the light, feathery feeling of his hands caressing your legs sending guilty sparks of desire flickering through you. His tongue gently laps at the mark he’s left at your neck, running over the crevices of the dips where his teeth had been. It pains, and you imagine he’s drawn blood, a soft hum rumbling against your skin as he runs his fingers along the inner skin of your thighs.

With a sigh slipping past your lips, you say, “I’m not mean. I’m just honest.”

“Why do you have to lie to yourself?” He says it less like a question, and more like an amused observation. 

Conflict bubbles within you. You’re stuck in a predicament that has no immediate solution, the close proximity of Quaritch causing your morality to turn grey. “I’m not lying. I don’t like you,” you mumble, a quiet hiss catching in your throat as you feel his fingers glide over your clothed folds. 

“Why not?”

His motions still. His breath is heavy against your neck, his tail thrashing behind him as he awaits your answer. You pause, the silence palpable and thick. You can list almost a thousand reasons as to why you don’t like him — because he’s mean and domineering, a sadist who gets off on other people’s pain.

None of that matters, though.

Those reasons don’t matter because you love him.

“You don’t want to know the answer,” your voice wobbles slightly as his nose nuzzles against your skin, and he breathes in your familiar, Earthy scent; magnolias and freshly-washed linen drowning him into a well-accustomed bliss.

Quaritch continues to kiss your neck. This time, his lips feel feathery, his pecks peppery and chaste. “I already know it,” he breathes, his persistent energy overwhelming as he gently slides your underwear to the side. “Trust me when I say, sunshine — I love you more.”

Like the aftermath of a gun going off, his confession rings in the air. Your chest grows tight, your heart hammering in your chest. You swallow, your throat dry. “Please don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” His fingers slide through the slickness that he cultivated, a soft coo of affection slipping past his lips and wafting against your neck as he basks in how wet and flush your cunt feels against him. “I love you more than anythin’. My sweet girl, don’t you know that by now?”

“Please stop saying that,” you plead, your voice wavering slightly as his fingers easily find your sensitive bundle of nerves. “It isn’t fair for you to say that.”

As he rolls the delicate nub between his fingers, you lose balance, pressing into his chest for support. It feels dirty and wrong that you’re allowing him to spark an insatiable desire within you, pleasure crackling through you like electricity as his lips drag along your neck, leaving soft, purple bruises in their wake.

“Work with me here, sunshine,” he drawls, his voice husky against his chest, and you whimper, trembling as you slowly open your legs for him. “That’s my good girl, so eager to please.”

You don’t like him. It’s impossible to like him, even when his fingers are causing pleasure to roll through you in stormy waves. Warmth burns inside of you, the gratification that the motion gives you painfully satisfying.

“You’re so mean.”

“I know, sunshine.” Quaritch’s voice sounds a little sad as he speaks, and your chest tightens as his fingers glide down your cunt, towards the entrance. “I’m sorry.”

Dumbly, you let out a soft moan, your walls clenching down around his fingers as they glide inside of your cunt. Your walls are tight and slick around him, inviting and warm, and you feel your knees buckle as his fingers curl. 

Shaking your head, you breathe, “you’re not sorry; you never are.”

“I am, ‘specially if it means losing you if not.” Quaritch softly scissors your cunt, his fingers skilful as they work inside of you. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I didn’t happen to you.” You lax in his arms, your thighs burning as his motions grow slow and sensual, an unbelievable heat pulsing through you. “You sought me out.”

You can feel him smirk against your neck. “That’s right. You wanted me too, though, sunshine. You still do.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, his movements dangerously sluggish. You try not to moan, the sound of your bliss dying in your throat as his motions begin to cause your vision to glow black and starry. You stay lax against him, your legs trembling as he mumbles praise against the skin of your neck, and a soft cry is dragged from your throat as he finally draws out what he wants from you.

“Oh,” you mumble, your eyes screwing shut as the sound of your squelching cunt echoes around your bedroom, your wetness painting his knuckles as he continues his deliberately slow motions. “Oh.”

“That’s it,” Quaritch praises, his lips pressing heartily into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing against your pulse point, “cum for me, sunshine.”

Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you collapse into him. Your heart feels tight in your chest, your throat dry as you gasp and writhe in his hold, but he keeps you still. There’s a comfort which mulls through you as he nuzzles against you, a soft purr vibrating against your neck as he feels you twitch around him.

When you finish twitching, Quaritch finally allows himself to pull away from you. He scans your frame, his eyes falling to the wet mess of your underwear, which is pooled around your ankles. A flash of sympathy glosses over his eyes, but he clears his throat. You don’t move, your breathing heavy, and he can’t tell if you’re angry or pleased. His lips tug into a frown as he wipes your slick, which had painted his blue fingers white, onto his cargo trousers — leaving the mess until later to clean.

His presence is overbearing, hot and cold all at once. You hear him stand, his boots padding against the floor as he hesitantly recedes from you, walking towards your bedroom door as a means to exit and leave you alone.

“Wait,” you say timidly, your heart hammering in your chest as you hear his movements still. “Just — just wait.”

You hear him stop. You hear him shuffle. You close your eyes. “Please don’t go,” you finally continue, your voice small and strained as you shakily intertwine your fingers together. “Please don’t leave me.”

There’s a beat of silence. Thick and tense. You wonder if the question fell on deaf ears, if he’d just leave you like he’s been known to do many times before.

The response you get it bittersweet. You don’t know if you truly want him here — you don’t know if you want him, but the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against him has your heart fluttering in your chest. You stay with your back to him, your underwear still pooled by your ankles, your head resting against his crotch. 

“It’s okay, sunshine.” Your throat grows tight and you swallow the lump in your throat as he speaks. “Let’s go to bed.”

Cocooning you into a bed of warmth, Quaritch’s fingers rest at your hips as you nuzzle against his chest. You don’t say anything, your body curled against his, listening to the rapid pitter-pattering of his heart. 

You don’t like him. He’s cruel and callous, fighting for the wrong side of history. He’s awful; just awful, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s like that to everyone but you. 

You don’t like him, but none of that matters, because you love him.

And you just can’t help it.

— tags: @clockmax @numarusworld @anoungsoneandonly

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[idiotwithanipad]

No one asked for this but here's what I imagine each Ghost to smell like: 

Cap: 

・Pipe Tobacco 

・Fresh Envelopes

・Lightly heated metal

・Boiled sweets

Pat: 

・Copper wires from an old radio

・Freshly cut grass

・Sugarless Tea

・Tree sap

Julian: 

・Cologne 

・Extra Strong Mints

・Faintest hint of Sweat

・Vodka

Thomas: 

・Black tea

・Liquorice 

・Fresh paper

・Quill Ink

Humphrey: 

・Smoked Meat

・Red Wine

・Wax Candles

・Mossy cobblestone from the river

Robin: 

・Fur Musk

・Well worn leather

・Wood smoke

・Skin Musk

Mary: 

・Smoke

・Fresh milk

・Pressed apples

・Wicca baskets

Annie: 

・Freshly baked bread

・Cotton Musk

・Dry Straw

・Juice from a Clementine 

Kitty: 

・Lemon Peel

・Chamomile 

・ Silk Musk

・Mint

Fanny: 

・Dried Lavender 

・ Rosemary

・Magnolia 

・Slight hint of Pet dander 

#bbc ghosts #the captain #pat butcher #julian fawcett #thomas thorne #humphrey bone #robin the caveman #mary guppy #kitty higham #lady button #annie

[bobfloydsbabe]

FIC REC FRIDAY | october 6th 2023

son of a preacher man – @bradshawsbitch ↳ rhett abbott x reader

WHY I LOVE IT

The first thing I noticed about this fic was the setting descriptions. Alex adds little details and small bits of information that create a vivid picture of where this story takes place. A dreamy haze fell like a blanket over this fic and it took my breath away. A memorable moment occurs when Reader explores self-pleasure for the first time, experiencing both excitement and the shame we’re conditioned to feel. I love that Alex included that because it’s so real, even more so in religious communities. I'm not religious, but I can imagine that it's even more terrifying for people who are raised to believe that having desires of any kind is a sin. Alex beautifully captured that in this story. Another standout is that exhilarating feeling of being wanted. The lingering touches and the longing glances, trying to soothe the ache of wanting someone close all the time. The forbidden nature of this relationship adds to the tension–you feel how much Rhett and Reader want each other. You can feel how they physically cannot stay away from one another as the story progresses, culminating in the last scene, and what a scene it is. It starts slow, sweet even, but quickly becomes hot, heavy, and absolutely filthy. You feel the hesitation, but also the desperation, and when Rhett goes from calling Reader “sweet girl” and “honey” to saying “fuck, baby” I went feral. There’s something so delicious about outdoor smut, and this sent me into an absolute frenzy. Rhett constantly talking while it’s going on it so real, and I appreciate he checks in with Reader. The attention to detail, even in the quick and dirty smut, was perfect, and it helped me visualize the moment. This fic never ceases making me feel hot and bothered, and that corruption kink I didn’t know I had comes out in full force whenever I reread it.

TOP 3 REASONS YOU SHOULD READ IT TOO

➛ If you have a praise kink and a corruption kink, this fic is for you. It made my head spin, and as someone who does not like nicknames of any kind, I wouldn't mind if Rhett called me his little lamb.

➛ This fic is a masterclass in creating atmosphere, as well as showing rather than telling. There's something dreamlike about it that just takes you to a different place.

➛ The contrast between the Rhett Abbott we're used to and the seemingly perfectly innocent preacher's son version we get in this fic is just fantastic. It still feels like Rhett, even in this different setting.

A NOTE ON THE PROCESS

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 333. brb x oc

a/n: woop ITS SHORT BECAUSE TUMBLR HAAATES MEEEE (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

She doesn’t sleep at first, she’s telling him all the things they could do. So many things! So little time! And while Rooster adored her, he adored her with his whole being, he knew she needed sleep, “Gorgeous.”

“And- oh they can have onesies– oh I don’t want to be a Disney adult though,Roos!” she rambles and rambles as he hugs her from behind, smiling on her shoulder, “We need to make sure we don’t meet any either, they are weird.”

Rooster chuckled, the warmth of Beatrice's excitement contagious. He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You're adorable, you know that?"

She giggled, a sound that filled the room with pure joy. "I can't help it! Disneyland does that to people. And, I'm serious about the onesies. Imagine all of us in matching onesies taking a family photo. It would be the cutest thing ever."

Rooster grinned, playing along with her enthusiasm. " I can picture it. We'd be the talk of Disneyland."

Beatrice turned in his arms, her eyes sparkling  "Oh, we could even get custom ones with 'Bradshaw Family' embroidered on them. It'll be our Disneyland uniform." she pauses “No,no, let’s not, too much right?”

"You're right, that might be pushing it a bit. But the idea of matching onesies is cute. We can find a balance between adorable and not overdoing it."

Beatrice grinned, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Fine, no 'Bradshaw Family' onesies, but we're definitely getting matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse onesies. Deal?"

"Deal." Rooster sealed the agreement with a quick kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment. He marveled at the simple joy that Beatrice brought into their lives, turning ordinary experiences into extraordinary memories.

Her excitement, though infectious, had been fueled by adrenaline, and now her body yearned for rest. He guided her toward the bed, coaxing her to lie down.

"Come on, Bea. You need some sleep," Rooster said gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She pouted, a playful defiance in her eyes. "But I'm not tired! There's still so much to plan and discuss."

Rooster chuckled, knowing her too well. "We have plenty of time for that, gorgeous. Right now, you need to recharge. I promise we'll continue our Disneyland brainstorming session in the morning."

Beatrice sighed, relenting to the comforting pull of the bed. "Fine, but you better be ready for some serious planning, Mr. Bradshaw."

Rooster grinned, tucking her in and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Now close those beautiful eyes and dream on."

She frowns, “But—”

‘Gorgeous.” he slides under the covers, “You said you were tired.”

Beatrice couldn't resist his charm, and with a playful huff, she finally closed her eyes. Rooster watched as the tension gradually eased from her features, and a serene calm replaced the excitement that had filled the room moments ago.

The gentle rhythm of her breathing signaled that sleep was claiming its rightful place. Rooster lay beside her, his mind momentarily drifting to the events of the day. 

As Beatrice slipped into the embrace of sleep, Rooster's thoughts lingered on the gratitude he felt for the life they had built together. And soon enough,  he was out too.

-

The morning sun cast a soft glow through the curtains, Rooster stirred awake, his arm draped protectively over Beatrice, who was still lost in the realms of dreams. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead that made her smile in her sleep, then another to her nose, “Mornin’.” he coos, voice deep because of sleep, “I know you are awake.”

Beatrice stirred, a contented smile playing on her lips as she slowly emerged from the depths of slumber. The warmth of Rooster's kiss lingered on her skin, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft with the remnants of dreams. "You always know how to wake me up right."

Rooster chuckled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her arm. "It's a special skill I've developed over the years. How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby. Your magical massage worked wonders," she said, stretching beneath the sheets.

He grinned, leaning in for another lingering kiss. "Glad to hear it.”

Beatrice's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she hummed quietly "What's on the agenda today?"

Rooster just propping his head up with his fist,elbow on the pillow. "Well, I was thinking we could start with a hearty breakfast, courtesy of yours truly. Then, maybe a stroll around the neighborhood, followed by a spontaneous decision on what to do next."

Beatrice laughed, the sound filling the room with joy. "I like the sound of that.”

“I’ll have you know though, I gotta go to the base real quick later, but-’

Her brows furrow “Everything okay?”

Rooster's expression softened, and he brushed a strand of hair away from Beatrice's face. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just some paperwork and checking in. Nothing to worry about."

“Hmmm,alright, is it because of the investigation…?”

"Nah, it's just routine stuff. The aftermath of the investigation settling down. I'll be back before you know it."

Beatrice nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well I hope so after all you just came back.”

Rooster leaned in, capturing Beatrice's lips in a reassuring kiss. "I promise, it'll be quick. Then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves. Deal?"

Beatrice grinned, her worries melting away with the warmth of Rooster's affection. "Deal. But only if you promise to bring back some of that charm you used on me when we first met."

Rooster chuckled. "Consider it done, Mrs. Bradshaw." and he got up from the bed.

True to his word, whipped up a delicious breakfast—a hearty feast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes that filled the kitchen as Bea checked on the kids. Soon enough Nikki, Aurora, and Gavin, joined them at the table, sort of, Nikki did while the twins were on their bouncers, babbling themselves awake.

Beatrice prepared to feed the twins while looking into her phone, “Oh damn,it’s going to storm this week.”

Rooster, flipping a pancake with practiced ease, glanced over at Beatrice. "Storm, huh? We might need to adjust our plans for the week."

Beatrice nodded, her gaze fixed on the weather forecast. "Yeah, it looks like it's going to be a pretty intense one. Maybe we should rethink the outdoor activities."

Rooster considered the options, the sizzle of bacon in the background. "No worries. We can figure something else out.”

“Yeah…” she looks outside, back to were the Halton’s once lived, “...damn there’s no one there, Miranda really left.”

Rooster joined Beatrice by the window, his arm wrapping around her shoulders after he turned the stove out. "Yeah," Rooster said, his voice a reflective murmur. "Miranda moving away is a big change. The neighborhood won't be the same without them." he jokes.

“Stop.”

“It’ll be better.” and she swats his chest but laughs like him.

“I mean true but…god, leaving Mark when he’s so uh…” a pause, “Messed up?”

“They deserve each other,gorgeous.” he mutters, kissing the back of her head before he steps back. Bea keeps her eyes ahead for a few seconds, then go back to the twins, picking Aurora first since she was so fussy.

“Is Mark,well, in some sort of jail,Roos?”

Rooster sighed, his expression growing somber as he pondered Beatrice's question. "Not jail, exactly. He's in custody awaiting trial. The evidence against him is pretty damning, and with the FBI involved, it's a complex situation. He'll likely face legal consequences for his actions."

Beatrice's brows furrowed with concern. "I can't believe it came to this. I mean, we knew he was involved in some shady things, but this..."

Rooster nodded, his gaze fixed on the stormy sky outside before he turned to Nicole. "Yeah, it's a tough situation. Internal Affairs and the FBI are digging deep, trying to unravel the extent of Mark's involvement. It's not just about him anymore; it's about dismantling the entire operation."

Beatrice rocked Aurora gently in her arms, "I thought stuff like that only happened in movies.”

"Real life can be stranger and more complex than any movie, Bea. You know that.”

"You're right, Roos. I–” thunder rumbled outside and she gasped, the noise making the kids, and the dogs, a bit startled “Jesus.”

Rooster glanced at the stormy sky, realizing that the approaching thunderstorm might make the kids and the dogs a bit uneasy. He moved quickly, checking on Nikki, who seemed fascinated by the raindrops on the window, and then reassuring Gavin the best he could

"Looks like the storm's rolling in faster than expected," Rooster remarked, glancing at the dark clouds outside.

Beatrice nodded, juggling Aurora in her arms "Yeah, we might need to stay indoors until it passes. Poor kids and the dogs, they're not used to thunderstorms." she pauses, “Well maybe Nikki is.” their oldest was just having a blast looking outside, “I didn’t think it’d get here so soon.”

As the thunder rumbled again, Nikki's eyes widened with fascination, and she pressed her small hands against the window. Aurora, still in Bea's arms, looked up with wide eyes, her tiny fingers fidgeting with a strand of her hair. The dogs, sensing the change in the atmosphere, huddled closer to the family.

Rooster joined Beatrice by the window, gazing at the rain pouring down and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the sky. "The storm should pass soon."

Beatrice nodded, her concern shifting from the storm to the kids then to Rooster. "Do you have to go later? This storm seems like it’ll last for a bit.”

Rooster glanced at the storm outside, then back at Beatrice, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'll check in. If the weather's too rough, I might be able to stay a bit longer. They'll understand."

Beatrice smiled appreciatively, "That would be great. The kids love having you around. Especially now.."

Rooster chuckled, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. "I'll do my best, Bea. I promise.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Grey Havens

Oh wow, another chapter review, haven’t seen one of those in ten thousand years

I’m not ready I’m not ready I’m not ready aaaaahhh

this has been such an incredible year and a half; i don’t want this book to end

but the sooner i finish, the sooner i can start over again!! so let’s go

Fatty Bolger!! 😭 We missed you, friend!

Man how am I gonna draw him skinny and still recognizable?? Guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it

LOBELIA!

Man I remember being so annoyed that she received a welcome like this when I was a kid, but now that I’m older, the display of mercy is overwhelmingly touching

She’s leaning on Frodo’s arm!! FRODO’S! He brought her out himself! And they all cheer for her courage and tenacity!

AND SHE LEFT HER MONEY FOR CHARITY

Y’know what? You’re all right after all, Lobelia. You’re all right.

I love the implication that hobbits will not accept a mayor who is not RotundTM 🤣

Ahhhhh okay so THAT’S where I got my childhood definition of “horny”

I’m sure in this case it means “like horn (the material), hard and rough”, which is an excellent descriptor, and it’s a shame I will never be able to use it in my own writing

THEY FOUND THE HIDDEN FOOD AND HAD IT FOR YULE! HECK YES!

Aww, I love you, Gaffer

“It was a purely Bywater joke to refer to it as Sharkey’s End” PFFFFFFT 🤣🤣

The four hobbits being known as the Travellers is so sweet

Frodo: “Ah yes, your box of dirt, the box of dirt from Galadriel, the box of dirt given specifically to you by Galadriel, Galadriel’s dirt”

I love that Frodo knows every single grain of this stuff is magical

I love even more that Sam is antsy and can hardly keep himself from running around and checking if the dirt is doing anything LOL

MALLORN TREE IN THE PARTY FIELD

I’M GONNA FRICKIN’ CRYYYYY

Year 1420 haha blaze it

“All the children born or begotten in that year, and there were many…” Tolkien knows how baby booms work

“And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass” BAHAHAHA 🤣

Ohhhhh oh Frodo, oh bby

Sam was away 😭 And Farmer Cotton was the one who found Frodo in his bed in pain 😭😭 o w

Okay but Frodo just automatically assuming like “of COURSE we’re gonna be roomies” is just *chef’s kiss*

IMAGINE. FRODO WAS PERFECTLY PREPARED TO LIVE WITH JUST SAM WITH HIM IN BAG END. JUST THE TWO OF THEM. IMAGINE

I love these boys so heckin’ much

Frodo: So we’re roomies, yeah? Sam: Er, I…well I’d love to, but…but Rosie. Frodo: MORE ROOMIES 8-D

Tolkien: “And they loved Frodo dearly, and no one in the Shire was better cared for” Me: Thanks, Tolkien 🥹😭💚

Merry and Pippin walking around like the local legends they are

Sam doesn’t even know how well respected he is in the Shire 🥺

Noooo Weathertop

ELANOOOOOOR

“Taking after Rose more than me, luckily” And this solidifies my headcanon that Rosie is drop-dead gorgeous

Frodo hiding his illness from Sam hurts, man. You can feel him trying to stay cheerful. Ow, ow, ow.

“‘You can’t go far or for a long time now, of course,’ he said a little wistfully.” I AM GOING TO EAT THE CARPET

ALL HE WANTS IS TO BE WITH HIS SAM

BUT HE WANTS SAM TO BE HAPPY AND ENJOY HIS FAMILY EVEN MORE

HE LOVES SAM ENOUGH TO LET HIM GO

I’M GONNA BREAK SOMETHING

“The Downfall of: The Lord of the Rings” Rollllll credits! *ding*

Oh. Ohhhh. The Elvish song meeting Frodo and Sam as they sit on their ponies in the forest in late evening. I’m gonna cry.

Bilbo: Well, I’m older than the Old Took now! Bucket list completed. Time to go!

“But I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.” Same, Sam…same. 😭😭 (that’s what the Magnolia AU is for)

How. How does Frodo predict the names of Sam’s kids. “And perhaps more I cannot see”—how can he see in the first place?? How does he know? He’s getting Elvish, Frodo is. Very, very elvish.

Just. Frodo’s whole speech. I don’t have anything to say, I’m just soaking it in, and I feel so joyful and so sad all at once. It’s so tender and intimate and yet so distant. Tolkien, you’re so cruel, I love you.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I JUST TURNED THE PAGE

AND THE RIGHT SIDE PAGE IS HALF-BLANK

I’M NOT READY I’M NOT READY I’M NOT READY

Okay okay be calm, it’s okay, just keep going

MERRY AND PIPPINNNNNNN

THEY CAMEEEEEE

And they’re ending the story the same way they joined it because Frodo is trying to leave and they said “NOT WITHOUT US” I’M GONNA GNAW HOLES IN THE COUCH AND BAWL LIKE A BABY

KISSES!! FOR EVERYONE!!!

WHITE SHORES AND A FAR GREEN COUNTRY UNDER A SWIFT SUNRISE

S H U T U P DON’T TOUCH ME

The three of them riding back home in silence but taking comfort in each other

I joke about these things making me cry but I actually, literally, have mist in my eyes right now holy cow

It’s so melancholy and comforting and it hurts and yet it makes you feel so happy and whole

The story is coming to an end, and there’s so much you want to say, but you can’t find words for any of it, and yet the silence says everything and more

(And Merry and Pippin don’t start singing until they take their leave of Sam, almost as if they were being considerate of his feelings first, but as they go and you hear their voices in the distance you get the sense that everything is going to be okay)

“Well, I’m back.”

…

The end.

.

#frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #fatty bolger #lobelia sackville-baggins #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #rosie cotton #bilbo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts #somebody hold me i’m ✨emotional✨

[love-toxin]

this ask has me thinking!!

you’ve been a little fussy the whole week bc robin is the only one who remembers all your stuffies names. so, robin pulls the others aside & tries to run through all the names with them. “okay! this is winston, petunia, magnolia, &-“ robin paused. the next stuffies look familiar to her, but she doesn’t know their names. the group turns to look at one another, confused at robins silence. steve is the first to speak.“everything okay rob?” she looks away from your stuffies & back to everyone else with a confused look on her face. “i don’t know their names.” she points to four different animals sitting on the bed. a bat, a bear a bunny & a dinosaur. “it’s okay robin, you don’t have to remember every single one” eddie says chuckling. “i know, it just makes me feel like i haven’t listened well.” robin dejectedly looks down at the floor, waiting for it to swallow her whole. nancy gives robin a look of sympathy but robin won’t look her in the eyes. “rob, you pay attention to their names more than we do! you know all of them but four. i’m sure angel knows you listen!” little did robin know they were each named after one of them. <33 (sorry i got carried away & i’m not the best at writing)

NOOOOO THIS IS SO CUTE AND SWEET 🥺🥺 imagine the look on robbie's face when she timidly asks what these last four are called, and you smile and hop up to point each one out--"the bat is eddie, the bear is stevie, the bunny is nancy, and that dinosaur there, that's you, robbie!" and she just MELTS and almost starts crying cause she can picture those times that you can't sleep or you miss her, and you just cuddle her plushy to calm down. and after that, if she has to leave for whatever reason or she knows you're having a rough day, she'll either spritz her plushie with a bit of her perfume or wrap it up in one of her t-shirts or hoodies and bring it to you, so you can cuddle with it and with the real robin for maximum comfort. and just wait until the others find out you named your plushies after them--they're all gonna have a fit and be so happy they might burst.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #angelbaby hcs #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #st 4 #stranger things #anons

[misericordia-writing]

Jiffy-Pop

“Can we please stick to the ‘mainstream’ stuff from now on?”

Chapter 2 of Matchbook

Pairings: Danny Johnson/Gender-Neutral Reader

Word Count: 400

Fluff

Summary: Short blurb about movie night with Danny.

TW for canon-typical violence

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45585013/chapters/114821185#workskin

      Screams echoed around the dark room, and blood dripped from the man’s face. The grainy camera sways, flashing from image to image of mutilation and gore. How do they manage to make it look so real?

               You cling tightly to his arm, burying your head in his shoulder and trying to ignore the grotesque picture playing on the small television. “Danny,” You cry, muffled into his shirt, “Please, turn it off!”

               “Agreed,” He says, suddenly standing up and leaving you sniffling on the chair. “This is absolute garbage.” He huffs, as he pops the VHS out and slides it back into the cover, not even bothering to rewind the tape. “How do they even market this crap?” He scowls.

               You frown, looking up at him. An abandoned bowl of popcorn sits off to the side, only halfway eaten. “Never again,” You say, crossing your arms. “Can we please stick to the ‘mainstream’ stuff from now on?”

               He sighs, adjusting the antennas. “Listen, don’t knock the whole genre over this one film.” He pauses, adding, “Actually, ‘film’ is pretty generous. Let me put you onto some real stuff…” He crouches down, rummaging through a box of cartridges. Muttering something about chainsaws.

               “No!” You say, whining, but you quickly catch your composure. The last thing you want to do is somehow set him off. “Please, Danny. Can we watch something a little less… Intense? My stomach hurts.”

               “Your stomach always hurts.” He says, rolling his eyes. “But just for you, sweets.”

               And that’s how you found yourself an hour into Steel Magnolias, crying so hard that your head hurts and you can’t breathe through your nose. Danny is sprawled out behind you, aloof, fingers pawing lightly at your sides, in what you assume is more likely a bored habit than it is an attempt to physically comfort you.

               “Relax, it’s only a movie.” He says, pushing your hair back towards him and away from his face. You slump into his chest, getting him soaked with tears and snot. “It’s just so sad,” You say, quivering. “Her poor mother. Can you imagine?”

               He doesn’t respond, probably fighting his tongue to hold back a quip. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Tonight is not a good night.” You grimace, letting your eyes close. His chest moves up and down against your face, steadily. You can hear the thrum of his heart, low and pulsing.

               He pats your back, drawing you in closer. “I know.”

#danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dbd ghostface #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface x reader #fluff #blurb #matchbook

[bm-blog01]

FanFic Friday

Welcome to my weekly round up of the FanFic I have been reading.

The last couple of weeks (and the upcoming couple of weeks) have been unexpectedly busy for me, so I am still catching up on the Anthony week fanfics, however, I have read a few one shots that I have liked, and am trying to keep up with the multi chapter stories I am in the middle of.

So, here are the fics I have read this last week:

The Viscount Who Fell in Love by vexinganthony: This is a series of ficlets written for Anthony Week 2023. [Mix of Canon Compliant and Modern AU]

Mile High by Moomin_94: Continuing with the story of Pilot Kate and Flight Attendant Anthony. Looking forward to seeing them move past their mutual idiocy stage. 😁. [Modern AU]

Magnolia Wind by Allatonceyouaretheone: This is a series of one shots that are all connected. They are all so sweet, and so beautifully written. There are six one shots in this collection. [Modern AU]

Life's so Fragile and Love's so Pure by Allatonceyouaretheone: This is a short 2 chapter story in the same universe as Magnolia Wind. I loved this, it was a beautifully written emotional story of Kate and Anthony. [Modern AU]

I'm So in Love That I Might Stop Breathing by BumbleBee823: I loved this, such a cool little Kate / Hyacinth one shot (with a little Taylor thrown in). [Modern AU]

Blushing all the way home by Moomin_94: This is a fun one shot take on Taylor Swift / Travis Kelce. [Modern AU]

And speaking of Taylor Swift / Travis Kelce, here is another take on it. Are you Ready for it? by Kalesun. [Modern AU]

Two Little Menaces by Anonymous: Okay, this is one I read when it was originally posted as a one-shot, then when it expanded to being 2 then 3 chapters, but it was so cool to see that the author has added a fourth chapter to the story. Imagine Kate and Anthony at Nursery School, with Kate being the ringleader menace. So cute. [Modern AU]

I hope there is something new here for some of you, and of course if you have recommendations please feel free to drop them in the comments.

Have a great weekend everyone.

#fanficfriday #ao3 fanfic #kanthony fanfic

[lacunasbalustrade]

As promised, my

comfort fic list:

cardfight!! vanguard:

Plants On The Porch

Young Asteroid

Consequences And Repercussions by RingDangDoo

The Card Capital Pumpkin Carving Competition by RingDangDoo, also @starburstsobsessions on Tumblr.

let's go out with a bang by deareli

chemiluminescence by orphan_account

With Hope And Time, The Void Will Go Away by Hessadv also @hessadvv on Tumblr

Any Kind Of Tomorrow Is Good by galaxyeyedrops

goodbye to a world

treasure what's left of your world by Bitway

@ozrockbitway on Tumblr

Past Sorrow by disasterinbeeound

future card buddyfight:

The Frosting Contains Potassium Benzoate by GoshdarnRabbit also @jackassrabbit on Tumblr

Crimson In Confidence by traptrixnepenthes

Wings by traptrixnepenthes

Black Tea by traptrixnepenthes

A Winter Day by traptrixnepenthes

Like Father Like Son? by traptrixnepenthes

Frost And Light by yubbiechi

friends for (n)ever by rexflame

We Do What We Want by SparklingNebulous

To the skulls resurrected, blades honed, and gods electrified by Ankaa

Reclaimation by dreamelodies

Of Frozen Fate And Heart by FourMoth

magnolias in my memory (may all find their missing pieces) by mioneandonly also @melting-morning-blues on Tumblr

food wars:

test drive by paws_bells

passive aggressive by paws_bells

danganronpa V3:

Sleep Awake by everybodyhasroots also @chihirolovebot on Tumblr

bungou stray dogs:

DAZAI WILL LIVE by Max_theranboo_fan (not including link because you'll find out when you search it yourself!!!)

I'm thinking of ending things by terrible_object_permanence

Magic And Mystery by Allegory_for_Hatred

sweetness and a dash of msg by Oxalisalis

kamen rider zero:

imagine yourself, immortalised by mioneandonly also @meltingmorningblues on Tumblr

miscellaneous:

I Yearn To Be Completed (Even Though It Will Never Happen) by Ari_tan

#comfort fic recommendations #<worthy bargains at the market> #real links i promise

[fag-gag]

books about me never are happy

my stories are only told to satisfy a fetish

women pick up a tale about me and hope for a fagbashing

not to say they dream of my destruction

but my survival can only exist as a tragedy

no one wants to hear about how the man I love

brings me a towel to wipe cum off my chest

while I lay there spread out and satisfied

secretly you’d wish for me to get aids

you’d certainly turn the pages faster, wouldn’t you

Each page you read written with my blood

until my ribs are sharp and my cough is crackling

maybe once my eyes are gouged out

you’ll get to tell your friends being gay must be so hard

you’d like that right, don’t lie

maybe I am wrong, I hope I’m wrong, Prove me wrong,

imagine a book where two men live the life I dream of

down deep in the country in a little cabin off a gravel road

surrounded by magnolias, my husband is hunched over

planting irises under the kitchen window,

I sit patiently on the porch, holding two cups of sweet tea

humming mountain hymns while the cicadas harmonize

but im just wasting ink, deep down we both know

the country has no place left for me,

and you only care about me if I die.

#queer #poem #poemsbyme #poems on tumblr #orginal writing #original poem #gay #country #library #books #literature #poetry

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Pink Pro Update!

The Yuri Game Jam is over, and it still feels strange to me to have submitted well in advance (Then I remembered that the deadline was pushed back by like a week, so I would have submitted just in time, but details-). Deciding to post a demo rather than the whole game turned out to be a good choice for my peace of mind.

Now, I should make a pretty and tidy (One of the two adjectives might be wrong) update, but first I want to present you a flashback from a few days ago:

---Flashback---

*Soe enters *Soe sees real money *Soe implodes *Soe waits a couple of days to see if it was a misclick - Yes, even the confirmation one *Soe realizes *Soe implodes again *Soe's mass is not enough to generate a gravitational collapse, so there's no black hole but just an amazed fish

Person who decided to offer me a hot chocolate, thank you. I still find it hard to believe, but I thank you very much! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

---Flashback End---

So, it was said. Pink Pro. The update, yes.

Changes and additions

Since I have more time and can do things more slowly, I decided to fix a few things that I wasn't sure about.

For example, Sus's house. You can't visit it in the demo, and in a second time I'll show you a "before-after", but trust me when I say that the first version was absolutely plain and uninspiring - It's even more comical when you consider that it's reiterated how rich Sus is and how her house is ridiculously big. Now I am much more satisfied! It's certainly not the most beautiful map I've ever made, but I find it does its honest job much better than the previous one.

Among other differently useful things I decided to add there is the change of NPCs inside the Pink Jewel and the Magnolia Jane after some time.

Given that time is actually passing (I mean, something is likely to happen in the evening, right?), it seemed silly to me for the customers to be walking around the shops for 12 hours.

It doesn't impact the plot at all, but I think it gives the setting a bit more three-dimensionality.

(Yes, I also entertained the idea of changing customers with each finished order, but my imagination for NPC dialogue is very poor, I don't want to suffer).

Characters' expressions

When I made the expressions, I got a bit carried away, so now Chantal has many more than I had planned. However, this means that I didn't do some expressions that I should have done and that I came up with others-

According to my fantastic to-do list, the expressions that are missing are: 4 for Chantal, 2 for Janet (Yes, Janet has more than two expressions!), 1 for Margrit, 3 for Kenicea and Silsdia, 2 for Saster, Byma and Nicopte (Yes, she also has expressions!), 4 for Sus, Zora and Deilela. The last three might have one less, depending on how they look best.

My relationship with doing expressions is: sometimes, I get on and do them all in less than an hour, without any problem. Other times, for reasons unknown, I spend an hour doing one, which also turns out ugly.

In this case, however, it is not a matter of procrastination - I often literally just forget to do them. (๑꒪▿꒪)*

Other ideas

Since I have more time, I was thinking about adding another, simpler CG - Just coloured lineart on a unicolour background.

On the other hand, I decided to scrap a small idea I had planned to do if I had more time / for a possible update: Chantal's sweets designs.

I would like to show off her "eye-catching" style more concretely, but when I tried to draw them, I realized that was definitely not the case (Let's say, like, no one in the world would have realized that the Île flottante was an Île flottante and not an ugly sponge).

The options, then, are three:

One day I'll be able to draw better and I'll put pretty pictures for all the recipes;

One day I'll go begging for people who can draw pretty food;

Imagination is a wonderful gift, imagine these beautiful recipes in your mind ♡♡♡

Cutscenes

As for the cutscenes, however, I am exactly halfway through, at the third order. I therefore have to finish the third order, do the fourth and fifth, the final climax and the epilogue.

To reassure you, as already mentioned, in the midst of all this there are also Important Scenes, and those have all been done.

And that's it for Pink Pro!

Yes, of course, it's because I'm also working on something else - I can't concentrate on the same thing for more than two days in a row if I don't have at least one side project.

I'll talk about that, though, in the next few days - The devlog on Candy Apple has become the devlog on Candy Apple and Red Riding Hood and the Little Bad Wolf, just as the projects on Three Yellow Quartzes will need a separate devlog.

Thanks for listening, and see you next time!

#pink pro #rpg maker #yuri game jam #monster girl #yuri visual novel #yuri game jam 2023 #rpgmaker #devlog #devblog

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Hello!!!

I'm secretly admiring your page so much with these OCs for Arno, Jacob, and Shay. And I got curious: how do you envisioned a tea party with your girls (I know Magnolia was born way after ladies Constance and Felicité). Headcanons of them at a tea party. ☺️☺️☺️

Thank you!!! And keep posting more of your girls, I'm loving them dearly! 🤗

Dear anon, thank you so much for sending this in! 🤗 I don’t know if you’re still around and interested, but I really did want to answer this! So, please forgive me for taking so long to answer, but I needed to do a lot of thinking and wanted to provide you with a good read. Also, you think I’m gonna let a little thing like time periods stop me from envisioning all my girls interacting? Heck no! BRING ON THE CROSSOVER! :D (Also, I appreciate the encouragement and appreciation for my girls, you don’t know how much hearing that truly means to me! <3<3<3)

Funnily enough, whenever I imagine this scenario, I almost always envision the three of them being outdoors - whether it’s on a terrace, in a garden's gazebo, or having something more akin to picnic by some small, quiet river.

Also, all of them in cute, bright sundresses with adorable straw sunhats and/or ribbons in their hair, because I said so.

Given that Magnolia is the baker of the trio, it’s most likely that she would be the one providing most, if not all of the sweet treats for all of them to enjoy. (Along with the tea.) But I could see the other girls contributing a simple treat or two, as well!

After partaking in the refreshments comes the entertainment, naturally, and I could see either Magnolia reading something aloud to the other girls or telling them a story, with Félicité possibly providing some musical accompaniment at times with her miniature harp or just playing on her own.

Or, on a similar note, the girls taking turns acting out scenes from books, either monologuing alone for an audience of two or performing in pairs for the solo girl watching.

Oh! And fun, little splash fights with the trio, if they are picnicking by a river! I think they all would have so much fun with that! (Also, Constance would naturally be the instigator of this.)

Ooh! And lawn sports! Something like badminton, croquet, or lawn bowling! I could see the girls enjoying playing these, as well! (This idea could work with either the tea party on the terrace, in the garden, or the picnic by the river.)

Afterwards, when they are cooling down from all the activity, I could see Félicité initiating making things like flower crowns and daisy chains. (Gathering the flowers from the garden or nearby field, again, depending on their location.) I think all the girls would enjoy as well, as they talk amongst themselves while doing it.

All in all, a lovely way to spend a morning or afternoon!

#thank you so much again for sending this in and I apologize once more for taking so long! #but it was fun to just let loose and think about the 'girlier' side of my OCs hehehe #I really should embrace that more #ask replies #AC OC: Magnolia #AC OC: Felicite #AC OC: Constance

[artificialgrinder]

THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 7

Breeana and the girls prepare for the upcoming Magnolia Ball, surprised to find Cymbeline has flaked out.

AN: Okay, so this one is kinda shorter so I apologise! The next one will be longer however, I promise. Also, I just want to say, I noticed the increase in traffic on this story and I really appreciate everyone's kind comments! Thank you so so much, you're all so sweet.

Breeana really wanted to stop in the hall and just ask Dylan outright. She  really  wanted to. But with all those people around…And the fact she had already missed so many chances…

And the fact she had other matters to tend to, there was no point.

Her stomach was still in knots since fleeing the cafeteria like that, especially knowing many people probably saw the dramatics. From their perspective, she imagined it was like something out of a teen movie or a soap opera. 

Fortunately, Felicia was kind enough to walk with her all the way from the school, all the way to the town centre. The other girl lived in that area anyway, which was a win-win for both parties.

"You meeting your sister here?" Felicia had asked to which Breeana said yes. 

But that was a lie. She knew Cymbeline wasn't going to show up. 

Now pinning fake flowers to a vine-covered lamp post, she thought of all the things her sister could have been doing at that present moment. 

Funny how weeks prior, Cymbeline could have torn the house down with her ranting of how the organisation for the Magnolia Ball was. She needed all the help she could get to bring it all together. And now that preparations were well underway, what with everyone gathered in the town centre setting up the scenery, Breeana still wasn't surprised Cymbeline flaked out.

"What's up, bitch?"

The voice caught her off guard, turning to see Yasmin approaching with a folded banner in her hand. "Sorry about earlier. You know, the cafeteria. I mean, I don't know why you got up and left like that, but sorry anyway."

Breeana blinked, unsure of what to say. "Oh, um. Sorry about that. I just…had bad cramps."

"Ugh, I feel that." Yasmin stroked Breeana's shoulder. "Fuck having a uterus."

Breeana managed a breath of a laugh. "Yeah, for real."

Then Cloe came next. "Hey, guys!" She hurried over, holding a small object in her hand, "Look! It's a petal. It fell from the tree. Like, wow!"

"Never change, angel." Yasmin rolled her eyes yet smiled.

"Hey, ladies!" Yet another voice came. Sasha and Jade were now joining the equation. Breeana's stomach churned. Of all of Cymbeline's friends, she always found both Jade and Sasha to be the more upfront ones. And she knew what was to come.

"So we got the music line-up from the DJ. It's gonna pop." Sasha waved the piece of paper in front of Yasmin's face.

The Latina took the list, her eyes scanning it. "Nice mix. Current tracks with some '80s and '90s. Just getting the nostalgia in there."

Cloe peeked over Yasmin's shoulder, also analysing the words on the paper. "Oh my God, yes. They got Spice Girls on there! Can we all recreate that act we used to do in kindergarten?"

"You still remember that?" Jade blew out a cloud of smoke, having pulled out her vape.

"Um, yeah? It was only like, uh, one of our most iconic moments ever," Cloe said as if it should have been a given. "Cymbeline and I know it off by heart still."

And there it was, the invitation to the topic. If only Breeana had just run away.

"Where is Cymbeline anyway?" Sasha's eyes scanned the square.

"Oh, shit. I didn't even realise." Cole shrugged.

Breeana turned back to the lamp post, starting to decorate in the hopes the older girls would just take this discussion elsewhere.

"I don't know why you're all acting brand new and surprised." Yasmin unfolded her banner just to fold it back up. "Kinda knew she wasn't coming, what with her being so busy around her girlfriend these days."

"Bitch, are you crazy? Her Dad funds this shit. She organises everything. It's, like, her life's mission to make this shit a success!" Jade ranted.

"Unless something came up?" Sasha shrugged, then peered past Yasmin to the youngest Devlin. "You know where she at, Bree'?"

"Fuck, I," Breeana faked a sigh, "I'm not sure. I mean…I think she's on her period or something. She had to go home real quick."

"Oh, shit. You're both synced. You guys must be witches," Cloe suggested with a giggle.

"Haha. Yeah."

"No - No - No. Seriously," Sasha waved her hand around, not in favour of the distraction, "Cymbeline would never let a period stop her from doing shit. She would - - Fuck, we have a party tonight. You gonna tell me next that she ain't going to that?"

And Breeana panicked, "I-I don't know. She hasn't really - -"

"Tone it down, Bunny Boo," Cloe put a calming hand on Sasha's shoulder. "It's not that big of a deal."

The flared-up girl turned back to Cloe with a raised brow. There was something in her eyes as if telepathically communicated to Cloe. But all that left her mouth was, "Alright. Cool."

That should have relaxed the younger Devlin sister. But she wasn't dumb enough to miss the insincerity in Sasha's voice.

"Let's just finish decorating. We still gotta get ready for tonight," Yasmin then looked at Breeana, " You  coming later?"

"I actually wasn't invited to whatever it is," Breeana said, sounding more sorry for herself than she meant to.

"Viper's party," Sasha said like it was common knowledge.

"Viper?"

"You know, Cade." She elaborated.

"His birthday party at  Basement.  Koby's band's playing," Jade added.

"And Cymbeline would never miss a Blaze gig," Sasha just had to go on, much to Breeana's dismay.

" Sasha ," Cloe said more sternly.

"Yeah, come on, bitch. Let's just…get this shit done and go get ready." Yasmin steered Sasha away, nodding apologetically to the younger girl.

There were a few murmurs amongst Cymbeline's friends, but Breeana paid no heed. She had a job to do. A job her sister was once so passionate about.

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"You sure you don't wanna come, Bree'?"

"I just wasn't invited in the first place, you know?" Breeana explained on the phone, rubbing moisturiser all over her face and neck. When Dylan's name appeared on her phone, her stomach flipped, practically jumping into her throat. But how could she ignore this opportunity?

"Girl, everybody is invited. Coulda just showed up, you feel?"  Dylan continued. There was the sound of him drinking from a bottle and the music thumping in the background. Very Oliver Tree-type beats.

"Yeah, but still. I don't know. Social anxiety and all," Breeana blushed, scooping the phone up to her ear, turning speaker mode off. Venturing out of her bathroom, she flopped down on the bed. "I know it's not a huge issue, but…my brain just doesn't work that way, you know?"

"Yeah, I feel. Cloe used to be like that. But having those other girls around her, it kinda just brought out the side she always wanted everybody to see, you know?" 

"Yeah…"  Easier said than done, though,  Breeana refrained from saying. "Are they there?" She asked for no reason in particular.

"Nah, ain't seen them around. They better show up soon. Cameron is hounding me so much, already asking where Blondie is. What about your sister and her gothy lady friend. Are they on route?" 

Breeana sighed, hoping it wasn't heard. “Cymbeline’s just…exhausted and, you know - -”

"Don't worry, I know what you're saying. Well, shit. Next time there's a party, you can be my plus one, right?" 

Breeana flushed, allowing a smile to appear on her face. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, girl. It would be the highlight of my year, honestly.

"You drunk, Dyl'?"

"Not at all."

Breeana giggled. "Okay. Yeah, sure. I'll be your plus one."

"Sick." 

Breeana could just hear the smile in his voice. Fuck, everything about this boy just had her melting.

"I saw you in the hall earlier, by the way. I was gonna talk to you, but that bitch ass Zach got in my way."  Dylan sipped from whatever he was drinking.

And Breeana knew what was coming. But now, she was less on edge.

Well, that was until she heard the clacking of heels.

 "I was supposed to ask earlier."

Cymbeline zoomed passed Breeana's bedroom door, clearly in a hurry.

"What did you want to say in the cafeteria?"

It was now or never. "Hang on, Dylan. I gotta go. I'll call you back."

Before she could give in to his protests, she hung up.

Breeana breathed in deeply. She got up off her bed and followed her sister.

#bratz fashion pixiez #bratz #bratz fanfic #bratz fanfiction #bratz breeana #bratz cymbeline #bratz lina

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

song idea for The Playlist: Dream Sweet in Sea Major (which is also a big pun. Sweet -> suite, Sea Major -> C maj.... Jokes)

ANYHOW. appropriate lang. as follows:

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

CROQLWY.

Promises endless apologies of paradise And only she can make it right So things are different tonight

something something heaven, something something God, something something it's DIFFERENT. TEHY R ON THE DREAMLINER (dream sweet ... get it? te he .) THEY R FINALLY TOGETHER AGAIN AND IT'S DIFFERENT. THEY'RE AWAY FROM THE Paradise, AND THEY'RE IN THEIR OWN SOMEWHAT. IT'S. AUGH.

Believe me, darling The stars were made for falling

this is . crowley. need i elaborate. he IS a star in a way. the stars are his. he FELL. and the Lebian (i willl figure out their names Soon. ish.) rose-equiv. she's FALLING from her high up status (yk like. movie stars. if that makes sense. Rich People) for someone Ordinary. Poor, even. and DARLING.

You look quite divine tonight Here among these vibrant lights Pure delights surround us as we sail Signed, yours truly, the whale Joy mirage's kingdom come No one left at stake Now that existence is on the wake

They love each other. They all think their lovers are gorgeous. 'nuff said.

SAIL. THEY ARE SAILING AND IT'S DELIGHTFUL. again, self explanatory. +they have freedom and they're ABLE to fully love the world around them

Joy mirage's kingdom. That's very religious 2 me. and also has 2 deal w death. and yk.. titanic.

death, once again.

also it has french in it. which . Aziraphale. u understand.

(+i promise i will continue my Certified Commenter job. i have been slacking .. but i have NOT FORGOTTEN 💪💪💪💪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥. hoping to do it on my own spring break vacay tmmr, since i have a couple hrs of car riding. 🎉🎉🎉)

tea your Mind. i added this to the playlist a bit ago already but man this ask. lets go into a (mental) Breakdown, including yours which is YEAGGHHHH!!!,!, AMAZING !!!!!! we start wit the pun: beautiful amazing iconic, i need crowley to make a pun at some point. OUHG. now to the lyrics…..

alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

for merely dreaming we were snow

“CROQWY” sums it all up nicely. CROWLEY.yeah . also wanting to be different. escaping their circumstances. this is their punishment for even daring to dream . YEAHH

a siren sounds like the goddess who

promises endless apologies of paradise

and only She can make it right

so things are different tonight

a siren being the panic stirred in the threat of sinking. a siren being the mythical beast that lurkes in the waters tempting the humans on deck to plunge below and freeze. a siren being a continuous wail that builds and builds and builds and warns but its Already Happening. and then Something Something God! Something Something Its All Different Now, “when this boat docks, ill be getting off with you.” FUCK.

we'll go together in flight

if you jump i jump right. thats all ill say

it's now and never

a reverie endeavor

awaits somnambulant directives

to take the helm

NOW OR NEVER, MAN. EITHER TAKE THE CHANCE OR HEAVEN AND HELL WILL ALWAYS LOOM. it’ll take a miracle, but we’ll wait for it. OUHGGHGHGHHGHG

believe me, darling

the stars were made for falling

ur explanation is amazing. this in general is So Crowley as most can agree, and with the added context its just God Damn. and with magnolia,,,, yeah. fall from the high place. be with the underdog . DARLING 🔥

un ensemble d'enfants (a set of children)

la galaxie s'étend (the galaxy expands)

jardin de l'imagination (garden of imagination)

combler la lacune (fill the gap)

voler face à la lune (fly across of the moon)

vois comme nous évoluons (see how we evolve)

first off FRENCH A ND AZIRAPHALE. YEAH. YEAHHHHH. second of all these are all little fragments that can be Very Good Omens FR. garden of imagination….. see how we evolve . yeah… also ignore the translations, i just wanted to see what they meant ejdgbehem

it feels like flying

but maybe we're dying

ermmmm inthe water fighting for you life floating but then again you know your lungs are filling too quickly . thinking they made it out without detection but THINK AGAIN !!!!! I JUST UHRHGRURBRHRG

to know

we are beyond a bow

and lo, the hues arrange to show

it's perfectly clear

UHJMMMMMMMM THE BOW SCENE. THEIR KING OF THE WORLD EQUIVALENT. JUST SAYING

you look quite divine tonight

here among these vibrant lights

pure delights surround us as we sail

signed, yours truly, the whale

joy mirage's kingdom come

no one left at stake

now that existence is on the wake

let's see what we can make

YES THEY LOVE EACH OTHER,,,, also thinking about he drawing scene. lights shining….pure human delights surround them as they sail. yes theyre sailing and its GREAT and yet. they have freedom, moving too fast and neither in land or sky for heaven or hell to get an accurate fix….. yeah. theyre allowed to LIVE. KINGDOM COME . the inevitable infux of humans joining said kingdom . ouhgjg AND DEATH . again, the infux….. existence in heaven or hell is indeed on the wake. no humans are left to out stakes on after the sinking. YEAHHHHHHHHHH

the part is wholly ending

a line in any final song

so long, so far

they cant be together. the freedom literally broke in half . the fantasy ended, now theyre drifting, and the song’s over. so long freedom. we’ll miss you.

OUFHRUTEGEYS ITS ALL SOOOOO!!!!! TYSM FOR THIS PEP YOURE THE BEST!!!!!! titianic goes on…..

(edit: for those who dont Get This, this is in reference to a playlist i made for this titanic fic im currently writing bevause of The Asker, which im doing it for !!!! the tumblr tag is "iceburg adventures" if ur still curious :)) (its also super old rn, dont worry its gettinf a revamp lmao)

#also YOU DONT NEED TO WORK AT THIS JOB. I LOVE YOU FOREVER ANYWAY🫵🫵 #hath are perceived #iceburg adventures