#we love circular stories on this blog

[wyvernquill]

Finally some more Dreamling Anastasia AU!

(Obligatory link to the masterpost with all the other posts in this AU - it's also pinned at the top of my blog!)

So, it's been... a while... but I've recently finally got some motivation to write a bit more of this. Apologies to everyone really looking forward to the finale/resolution - I've decided to go all the way back to the start of the story, instead. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless!

(Tag list: @10moonymhrivertam @martybaker @globglobglobglobob @anonymoustitans @sunshines-fabulous-legs @dreamsofapiratelife @malice-kingdom - since it's been a, uh, really long time, please let me know if you're no longer interested in this AU/fandom and don't want to be tagged anymore, I won't mind! On the other hand, if someone else would like to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!)

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“Sister… it’s me.”

The man on the dilapidated theatre’s stage shrugs a heavy, moth-eaten velvet coat off his narrow shoulders. It crumples into a dark semi-circle around him, releasing a dramatic cloud of dust.

“Dream… of the Endless~”

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“Ah. Hm.” A somewhat fussy older gentleman in the empty space usually reserved for the audience adjusts the small circular glasses on his nose, grimacing in a polite and distinctly English way - which he has, once, after first coming to this realm and taking this form, spent hours practising in the mirror - while checking a long list in front of him. “Mr… Carter, was it…?”

“Oh, please.” The man on stage flicks back his white-streaked bangs. “Call me Hal.”

“Yes. Of course, Mr. Hal.” The gentleman purses his lips. “That was… not, er. Not terrible, I suppose. And we’re pleased to note that you appear to have… brought your own cloak.”

“Don’t get used to it. Zelda and Chantal only let me borrow it for the audition.”

“Well, it is a lovely cloak. Only, ah, while Dream of the Endless was known to have quite striking eyes, I do think that, perhaps a little less eyeliner…”

“I could tone it down, I suppose, but I really think the performance would lose something without the makeup.” Hal sighs melodramatically. “I can sing and dance too, if you need it for your… what is this audition for, actually? Play? Music hall show? Ooo, one of those moving pictures?”

“Er.” The gentleman fidgets with his cane, grass-green eyes flickering around the empty theatre. “Well-”

“Thank you, Hal.” The younger man beside him interrupts with a winning smile that only barely covers the boredom and frustration lining a rather ruggedly handsome face. “We’ll let you know.”

“Hm.” Hal, clearly enough of an old hand in the acting business to know a polite “you’re not getting the role, piss off” when he hears one, frowns, and bends down to gather up the borrowed cloak, stalking off towards stage exit right with his head held high, not deigning either of the two men with even one more look.

“...I really do not think this will work, young Robert.” The older man mutters, decisively striking through Hal Carter’s name on his list. It is the last. “None of them look even remotely like him. And the voice-”

“I know, Gil. I know.” The younger man, Hob - only Gilbert is proper and precise enough to call him Robert - rubs at his temples, as if to stave off a headache. “They never manage to get the voice right, do they.”

“Ah, if it were only that…” Gilbert sighs, setting the list down. His eyes are soft and unfocused, seeing far into a past that has long since been razed to the ground. “His Lordship, he… he had a certain air about him, you understand. An otherworldly strangeness. He was the dream-maker, and dream-made, and to look at him was to gaze upon infinity.”

A soft scoff.

“Even if we claim that he has been greatly reduced by being turned into a meagre human - no offence, dear friend - as long as he does not have some spark of endlessness about him, nobody who has ever met him would fall for the ruse. And we are attempting to con his family. I simply cannot see any viable path to success.”

Hob does not respond, for a moment, picking up one of the flyers on their table.

It reads:

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SEEKING Actor, slender, pale, tall, dark-haired, in the 20-40 age range to play the role of Dream of the Endless (method actors preferred). Generous pay and further benefits await. Auditions each weekday at 6pm at the Old Whickber Street Theatre, Soho. Ask for Hob and Gil.

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“We’ll find him.” Hob insists. “The perfect pretender. He’s out there, I just know it.”

“We are not the first fools who have attempted a, a caper of this sort.” Gil points out, almost gently. “None of the others ever succeeded.”

“Yes. Well. None of the others managed to find and correctly identify the late Dream’s own pouch of genuine dream-sand on sale at the black market.” Hob shoots back, gesturing at the cord just barely peeking out from under Gil’s collar. (They’ve decided it would be safer if Hob comes into contact with the sand as little as possible, and Gilbert has taken to carrying it as closely to his heart as he can manage.) “It’s hard evidence, Gil, it’s a sign, it’s our chance - and it might just be enough. The trick with a good con is really making it look like you’re giving the mark exactly what they desperately want… and there’s nothing in the world Death of the Endless wants more than to have her brother back.”

.

(She wants it so desperately, in fact, that she’s offering immortality to any sentient being who manages to procure Dream for her.

And, well.

There’s nothing in the world Hob wants more than to live forever…)

.

“Your word in- or, well, kept out of Destiny’s ears, young friend.” Gil sighs, collecting his lists and notes and the remaining flyers, tucking them into his coat and reaching for his cane. “In the meantime, how about we go down to the public house and have a bit of a snifter to wash away the memories of all those atrocious performances, eh, my lad?”

“Best idea you had all day, Gil.” Hob grins, clapping a hand on Gilbert’s shoulder. “Are you buying?”

Gilbert raises one grey brow. “At the risk of provoking a joke regarding my non-human status: in your dreams, Robert.”

Hob laughs; and, together, they step out into the winter night, old snow crunching under their shoes and new flakes beginning to drift, gradually, down from the sky.

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.

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It has been a decade since the end of the Endless’ reign.

Ten years since humanity tore Destiny’s book from his hands and burned it.

Ten years since Destruction abandoned his siblings, hiding away in his own, separate exile. 

Ten years since Despair’s first aspect was killed, and another took her place.

Ten years since Delight went mad with grief and became Delirium…

.

And ten years since Dream of the Endless was captured, bound, turned human, and killed.

.

People still whisper about it. Still speculate, trade gossip and hearsay back and forth. Some insist that the Dream King yet lives, hidden away, turned human, just biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to return to his siblings.

It’s a lovely legend, Hob supposes. A fitting end and non-end, for the Lord of Stories, to live on in one… but that’s all it is. A pretty tale, which will breathe new life into a myth only for as long as it’s being told. It isn’t true…

…but now, ten years later, Hob and Gil will damn well make it so.

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.

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Ten years is also, coincidentally, all that a man a few streets down from the old theatre can remember of his life.

Ten years since he was found, naked and emaciated and bleeding, in a ditch next to some countryside road in East Sussex.

Ten years of fighting his way through a life in poverty, with no family, no friends, no-one to care for him, except perhaps the birds.

Ten years of strange and haunting dreams, blurred faces calling out to him with names he can never remember later but knows are his; ten years of waking every morning with tears on his face and a longing for someplace - and someones - he wishes he could remember; ten years of a woman’s voice begging him night after night to come home to her, to them.

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Ten years of being much too busy starving and freezing and barely surviving to spare even a single thought to the dying legends of the Endless.

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This man turns his face up to the sky, snowflakes catching in his dark hair and on his coat like stars glinting in the night; and he shivers, his breath clouding mist-white in the air, curling thin arms around a narrow torso.

(For a moment, just a moment, his eyes glow dark and infinite, a mirror to the night sky and the endless universe beyond.)

And then, he ducks his head down into his scarf, shivers again, and continues on through the snow.

Ten hard years have taught this man better than to waste his time standing about and daydreaming.

#WyWrites #dreamling #the sandman #anastasia dreamling au #it's been 84 years...... #i've got a rough draft of a scene or two after this too #endlessly busy with uni of course #and getting back into Good Omens my old love #but i've been feeling like dabbling with this au again lately so why not #and i just HAD to give you Hal doing the iconic coat drop scene #he would have been iconic as drag Dream of the Endless just saying #Hob and Gil are missing out #and the first glimpse of Murphy... I can see it in my mind's eye so clearly #him looking up at the sky with the stars in his eyes and the snow in his hair #and Death forever calling out to him in her sleep #gosh have i missed this au #can't guarantee too much more #but a few more bits are definitely in the works!

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 3

Day 3 - Free Use with Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 611

Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap peeps) implied kidnapping, implied confinement.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 3 Here we are! Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Librarian!Steve Rogers Masterlist

It was everything you’d ever read about: lilies and foxgloves akin to the ones mentioned in The Secret Garden hanging just outside the back door; siding and layout reminiscent of the March family home; and a private library even Sherlock Holmes himself would have had trouble not being envious of.

It was suppose to be a dream - specifically your dream - come true, except for the fact that it couldn’t be anything further from that. Instead, it's a nightmare born from a pure, lust-filled delusion, with you and your reading log being the prime sources of inspiration.

He finds you in the kitchen this time, the man who wishes for you to call him darling, honey, Stevie my love. You’ve been drying dishes for so long the tea towel begins to wear thin, the blue material repeating the same circular motion again and again. When he comes closer you move to the island, tucking the exceedingly clean cutlery away. You don’t acknowledge him.

His breath is hot against your neck and the pressing of his chest to your back sends shivers up your spine. “I got you something from your wish list, Bookworm.”

There’s a dense thud as a freshly printed copy of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is dropped beside you, narrowly missing your hand. It takes everything in you not to tense up at the sound.

You feel a tightening at the back of your neck, the grip firm and slightly calloused as the man who once made you smiley warmly with his wonderful book recommendations now pushes your face towards the cool marbled countertop, his other fingers slipping underneath your pleated skirt - one of many he makes you wear for his viewing pleasure - to tug your panties down. You can only try to ignore how they stick for a moment before he finishes pulling them to the ground.

Steve holds no such pretence, scoffing at the sight, “I knew you needed to thank me like this, just like how you knew I needed to come home to you and this sweet pussy you used to try to hide from me.”

You nod your false agreement. Attempting to fight it isn’t worth what could happen next instead of what usually follows. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that Steven Rogers - once the world's sweetest librarian - is a hardened veteran who has yet to forget anything he’s learned during his military career. The basement door is locked to soothe you - the night terrors you experienced after the first and only sign of guilt you’ve ever seen your captor display.

When the head of his cock pushes past your wet folds there’s a collective sigh from you both, yours damningly headier than his. Your eyes unfocus for a few seconds, your gaze drifting briefly to the petal-filled backyard before his steady thrusts ground you permanently. Sometimes you wish he’d fuck you there just so you can feel the sun on your skin, feel like more than a part to play in the story of you and him.

Fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as he fucks into you without a care in the world. You hate it when he treats you like you’re special to him. Your disgust is momentary as his lips kiss promises into your skin, your neck being slowly covered with teeth marks and precious nothings. Involuntarily your hips push back and seek your pleasure for you.

You hate how you hate it less and less. 

Steve's thrusts grow more frenetic. "Good thing you know better now. My fantasy is your fantasy, Bookworm. And that'll never fucking change."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #and librarian!Steve Rogers is back #librarian!steve rogers #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

[downundergarfield]

can i please get a medic+sniper with a fem s/o who has a thing for their voices and into degradation. Nothing too harsh.

Also I love your writing❤️❤️❤️. I squealed when I saw your writing blog, it makes me feel giddy and kick my legs lol

Hello, dear anon. Sorry for the long wait. The old cat's ass needed a break.

So, your Australian and German, in the very glory of their vocal cords

Sniper + Medic × Fem! reader who has a kink on their voices

The story flows into NSFW!

tw: degradation. Rude words

The Sniper understands that you actually like his voice, even when he is angry. It happened when he accidentally went too far in telling you off. He called you "drongo" and immediately apologized. But he noticed how you shuddered, how you clenched your legs and bit your lips.

"oh, d' ya really like humiliation, ya dirty lill' thin'?"

he said. In his characteristic tone. Leaning over you and smiling smugly.

The Medic found out about your little kink when he was treating a wound on your leg and you fidgeted too much from the unpleasant pain.

"Sit still, schweinhund!"

He noticed when you hissed through your teeth and sparks of pleasure appeared in your eyes.

"doez the Lady really like threatening wordz in her addrez?"

He raised one eyebrow looking at you. You chuckled awkwardly.

Over a smoke break, the Sniper told the Medic about the recent case. The Medic noticed the same thing in your behavior. The men paused and then smiled at each other. Obviously, they came up with the same, vulgar idea.

The Sniper once "caught" you on your way to the Medic. You needed to treat your leg wound a little more. You walked unhurriedly while Sniper asked you about things in your favorite whispering tone. Then he listened to your voice slowly begin to tremble from the accumulated excitement. Finally, you find yourself not far from the Doctor's office.

"-Guten Abend mein Freund, thank you for inviting the lovely Y/N to us. I zink we can get started."

You sit down on the couch as the Medic gently pulls the bandages off your thigh. He performs the necessary procedures and wraps the damage with a new bandage. But he doesn't immediately lag behind your hip. He strokes you on it. His hands slide from your knees to your groin and you shudder, feeling how he touches the already wet spot on your underpants.

"You did a great job, Mr. Mundy," the Medic says, turning back to his colleague and Sniper smiles. Even through his aviators, you can feel the simmering animal excitement in his gaze.

Mick walks into the office, sitting next to you on the couch. He bends right down to your ear. His hand gently strokes your second, healthy thigh.

"you loike what's going on, don't ya, little slut?~"

You don't have time to say anything, because the Medic's gloved fingers touch your wet clitoris and all you can do is sigh and shake your head in agreement.

"-pervers." The Medic whispers.

"- I didn't doubt she is~" The tone of the Sniper becomes even more predatory when he pulls you into a kiss and penetrates your wet begging cave with his hands. His fingers quickly grope the G-Spot, starting to torment it. The Medic continues to caress your clitoris with circular movements.

"- I see our little toy likes to be treated so rudely.~" The German accent is noticeably too. When you moan plaintively from the lips of an Australian. He breaks away from your lips and breathes heavily. He laughs rapaciously.

"- You're all leaking. Y' like being used roughly, don't ya, Sheila?~" You can't answer because the pressure on you from below brings you too close to the edge too quickly.

Suddenly they both break away from your entrance. You're whining because you can't have an orgasm.

"-What about fucking this Dame from both sides?"

"-I like the way you think, Doc~"

The Sniper turns you around, lowering your legs from the couch. The Medic is attached to your head.

"- Be a good girl and nozing bad will happen to you.~" the Medic whispers while you feel your underwear being pulled off. Then a hot, thin organ is thrust between your folds. The Medic puts the not yet fully hard cock on your face, you lick and stroke it. Then, he enters your mouth and you squeal because the Sniper enters your pussy. Torn and pretty fast. With each thrust passing deeper and deeper.

He comes down to your face and bites you in the neck. His teeth pierce the skin, and his tongue then licks fresh wounds. It's pretty painful. He stretches out and smears your blood on his lips. Mick picks up the pace from below, while the Medic is a little slow, but also enters the rush. You get fucked from both sides.

"- gott, this mouth is much better zan the mouth of any girl zat we ordered." Says the Medic, throwing back his head. Meanwhile, the Sniper enjoys your narrow passage, moaning softly and sometimes chuckling.

"you're roight. She's got the tightest pussy that's i ever fucked."

They fuck you, mixing humiliation with praise. Until both are nearing their edge.

Both mercenaries cum, Doc holds your head by the back of your head, not letting you come off. You swallow portion after portion. Then you feel the Sniper grabbing your sides, he pushes his nails into your flesh and moans long. His groan turns into a growl. They both leave your used entrances. A couple of drops of semen remain on your lips and tummy. When the excitement comes off them, they gently stroke you and help to clean up all this mess

#garfieldwriting #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #mick mundy #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 x reader

[floral-force]

Sleeping Bounty - Chapter 10

We Are One

din djarin x f!reader

summary: Din and his princess get their happy ending with a wedding fit for royalty.

words: 4.5k+

warnings/tags: this is just extremely fluffy and self-indulgent. my blog and works are 18+ always. good friend Greef Karga, nervous!din, Mando'a, cute wedding stuff bc i'm a sucker for it

a/n: this is the final chapter in din and his princess's story. hold on for the epilogue, though!

read on ao3 | series masterlist

previous | epilogue

You stood in front of the tri-fold mirror nestled in the corner of your bedchamber, the right pane ending where a marble post began its arch to the ceiling, dropping to the other side and outlining the inlet where a chaise sat in the morning sun. One of your chambermaids picked up the tiered tulle slip laid out on it, arranging it over the circular pedestal the other dragged over and positioned in the center of the mirror. They let you rest your hands on their shoulders as you stepped up and into the opening, giving them thanks when you stood straight and still. The women pulled the slip up until the high waistband sat perfectly on the natural pinch of your torso.  

Without delay, one kicked two wooden stepstools behind you while the other pushed the wearing your wedding dress mannequin over. They whispered to each other and smiled, their happiness deflating your anxiety a tiny bit. As they both worked at undoing the small buttons on the back, you tried to slow your quick pulse, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around yourself. The air was cold and prickled your skin; you grounded yourself to that sensation, even if it was a little unpleasant. 

You gasped when you heard the door creaking open, but you and the chambermaids were relieved to see it was just Peli and your mother. The fairy flew over in a rush, her full blue dress bouncing with the sudden change of speed. Your mother was close behind, her rich purple dress taking a pearlescent sheen in the sunlight with each quick step. 

“Allow me,” Peli said, pushing her sleeves up a bit and waving her wand. 

The chambermaids gasped in awe when the dress lifted into the air, the full tulle skirt flowing out in a halo above you. Without instruction, you raised your arms and closed your eyes as the dress was slowly lowered over you. When you opened them again, the women helped you put your arms through the delicate tulle bishop sleeves before getting to work on buttoning the back up.

Peli floated behind your left shoulder and your mother stood on your right, both women dabbing tears off their cheeks with handkerchiefs. The chambermaids finished, and you thanked them profusely before they walked to the right and towards the vanity across the room. 

“Oh, Rose!” Peli clasped her hands and smiled with a quivering lip. “You look beautiful.”

“Absolutely beautiful,” your mother echoed, fingers absentmindedly smoothing the skirt of your dress. Her pointed golden crown glinted in the light when she tilted her head and smiled at you in the mirror. “You really outdid yourself, Peli.”

“It wasn’t all me. Your daughter was showing me how far she’s come in the art of making royal demands.”

You gasped and playfully threw your hand back at Peli with a scoff. Your mother chuckled. 

The dress really was perfect. Peli had met your expectations and then flew to the heavens with them. The ballgown silhouette was delicate but full from its pink-hued champagne tulle lining. A layer of white tulle embroidered with Chantilly lace floral appliqués that wisped up from the hem to the bodice gave it an ethereal feel. You hadn’t specified what flower to use among the leafy accents, leaving it up to Peli. Seeing the briar roses among the dainty, leafy vines confirmed your guess as to what she’d pick—and they were lovely.

You smiled at how the pointed Basque waistline and sweetheart neckline with its modest plunging illusion inset perfectly accented your figure; it had been Peli’s idea to include these things, and you were thankful you allowed her to. The bodice was embroidered with the same white floral appliqués adorning the skirt of your dress, a few trailing vines dripping down to the tulle skirt. The lace motif curled around to an open back, small satin buttons trailing down your spine at the point of its subtle v-line. The pattern curled around the top of your off-shoulder sleeves and few smaller iterations of the lace roses decorated the thin tulle, while the cuffs were completely wrapped in the pattern.

Peli nodded at you in the mirror and smiled. “Turn around.”

“Why?” you asked, slowly starting your path with gentle movements to the left her despite your suspicion.

She winked. “You’ll see.” 

She waved her wand, and you felt the back of your dress lift up. It was far easier for you to move, but you still did so with caution. She abruptly told you to stop when you’d almost made it around. Material dropped to the floor again with a light rustle, and you met Peli’s eyes. She tilted her head towards the mirror, and you looked over your shoulder to see a train of tulle flowing out behind you. It was speckled with the same lace motif and added to the dress’s delicate, feminine quality. The train was so long that it was spilling up against the mirror; your mother had had to take a few steps back and into the sunlight spewing through the inlet’s large window. 

“Oh, Peli!” Your mother sighed, teary eyes trailing up from the embroidered train to meet yours, then to the fairy’s. “It’s going to look marvelous at the ceremony.”

You nodded in agreement. Tears you didn’t know had formed trailed down your cheeks. “Thank you, Aunt Peli.” You sniffed, taking her small hands in yours, voice wavering when you spoke again. “Thank you for everything.”

She didn’t need to say anything, and you didn’t expect her to. Your aunt had done so much for you, including bringing your beskar-clad fiancé to you—even if that was an accident. Peli pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you softly laughed when tears fell down her face to match yours. She shook her head and flew back a bit as she dabbed her cheeks dry.

“Goodness!” She exclaimed with a sniff. “I’m gonna waste all of my tears now and look like a mean old hag at the ceremony when everyone else is crying and I’m not.”

“You might not be alone,” your mother suggested after you had all finished laughing.

You went to turn and face the mirror again, Peli lifting the train with her wand so you could move and ask, “You don’t think the ki—er, father will cry?” You bit your bottom lip at your mistake; calling your parents by their titles was a reflex that you may always be chipping away at. 

She shrugged, crossing her arms. “He may. I can count on both hands the number of times he’s cried. One of which being the night we…” Your mother trailed off and her face was suddenly painted with sadness. She took a deep breath and looked back up at you, shaking her head and softly smiling again. “Who knows? Maybe his daughter’s wedding will make him shed a tear or two.”

“Who knows!” Peli exclaimed from the other side of the room, your heads turning.

She was flying behind the chambermaids as they approached you, one of them holding a dark wooden box. It looked long and deep enough to hold a bushel of the crabapples that grew near the cottage you found yourself missing the past few months. The thought made your heart heavy for only a moment. You bit the inside of your cheek and fiddled with the diamond ring on your left hand. This was supposed to be a happy day; you couldn’t linger on your blue nostalgia. 

When the women stopped a few feet away from you, your mother gently took the box with a nod, clutching it in her hands. The other held your shoes—a pair of clean, white satin heels—in her hands, waiting expectantly at Peli’s side. When Peli waved her wand and raised the front hem of your dress enough to reveal your feet, covered in thin, white stockings, the chambermaid crouched down and helped you slowly step into the oddly comfortable heels, smiling with you when you wobbled. You thanked her and steadied yourself; Peli took that as her cue to fix your hair with a swirl of her wand. The other chambermaid returned and started to add a little makeup to your face—enough to accent your features and match your dress’s soft, romantic look.

When it was all finished, your mother stepped to your side and exhaled, her shoulders sagging. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at you in the mirror, a rogue tear slipping down her cheek. If you weren’t wearing makeup, you’d tear up too. She stepped in front of you and took a shaky breath, saying your name three times as if she was reciting the end of an incantation.

“I want to give you this to wear.” 

One of the maids brought over a small table, and your mother set the box down, her thumbs flicking two tarnished latches up. She kept the box closed and bit her lip. Her fingers traced over the intricate carvings of vines and leaves, fingernails catching on deep ridges. Your mother shook her head and chuckled to herself.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting a Mandalorian to give you back to us. Seeing you next to him—” her eyebrows knitted together— “I thought he’d taken you captive from Phillip and was going to hold you for ransom. Use our pain against us. If it weren’t for Peli’s testimony, I think Stefan would’ve had him hauled away. And if he hadn’t, I certainly would have.” 

You could only listen and try to process what she was saying and why she’d chosen to confess her hesitancy and dislike of Din today. She looked up at your confused face. A gentle expression washed over her. 

“I hope you’ll forgive me for my grave misjudgment. After seeing how he behaves around you, how he treats you…I think—no, I know he’s an honorable man.” 

Your mother lifted the lid of the box, and you got a glimpse of a small, oblong package resting on top of something else, both hidden under brown paper. She gingerly started to unwrap the smaller item with the chambermaids’ help, and you gasped when you saw a fringe tiara, its dainty spikes of diamonds sparkling in the light. The brown paper was pulled back and carefully unwrapped to reveal a delicate two-layered veil; your mother had it draped over her arms and you saw the intricate lace embroidery around the edges of it. 

“I wore this on my wedding day,” she said, meeting your eyes again. “I want you to wear it for yours.”

You could only grin at her and choke back a sentimental sob. She walked behind you and Peli followed her with a gentle hold on end of the veil. Your mother gently placed the tiara on the crown of your head, making sure it was in the correct position. It was heavy on your head, forcing you to stand as straight as possible; Din would probably tease you for it later. Peli flew over you to drape the blusher over you, the thin material reaching your fingertips. All four women in the room looked at you in the mirror, smiling and sighing. Your mother wiped a few tears off her face. You almost shed a tear yourself, but Peli gently tapped your bicep and joked that you’d ruin your makeup.

The collective adoration ended when there was a sharp rapping on the door. 

“Your carriage awaits, Your Majesties!” A man declared.

Your aunt and mother turned away from the mirror and looked at you. Your mother took your hands in hers and squeezed as she said your name.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

You nodded. “I am.”

Din stood outside the ballroom’s heavy oak doors, shifting his feet and fidgeting with his thumb. Seeing so many kriffing people filing in for his wedding had put him on edge. He’d expected their stares and whispers, but it affected him more than those reactions usually did. Not only that, but he was also doing the unthinkable—he’d left his weapons in his room after his fiancée begged him to, saying her father was uneasy about how it might affect their relations with the kingdom’s subjects. She told him that she hated it as much as he did, but she implored him to do this for her. Weapons were his religion, but she was his goddess, and he would always do her bidding. Thank the Maker the king had told him a few days ago that he could keep the darksaber on his hip. 

Greef Karga stood at his side and nudged him with his elbow. Din looked at him and saw the man’s concerned expression.

“Mando, relax,” he urged.

“How am I supposed to relax without my blasters?” Din snapped. He dropped his visor to the ground, nudging the toe of his boot against a crack in the stone. He sighed and clenched his fists. “I’m just…”

When he trailed off, Greef hummed with a smug realization. “The great Mandalorian bounty hunter, best in the Guild and a dragon slayer,” he teased, earning a snap of Din’s helmet in his direction, “is afraid.”

Din’s hands slapped against the side of his thighs, and he groaned. Under the helmet, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment, the tips of his ears burning. Leave it to Greef to see right through him and make him squirm. Din had come to consider the man a friend over the years, and he immediately knew he’d have Greef at his side for the wedding. Of course, the man gave him a wide grin and clapped Din on the arm and then nearly choked on his spotchka when Din told him who his soon-to-be spouse was. He’d also finally told Greef his name; it was only appropriate since he’d agreed to be the best man at his wedding.

“You know, it’s not a bad thing to be nervous, Din.”

Din exhaled, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He hung his helmet down and shrugged. The beskar felt heavier than it ever had before. 

He looked at his friend. “I don’t even feel this way when someone’s holding vibroblade against my throat, or when I’m in unarmed in a fight against people who are.”

Greef gave him an understanding smile. “Feeling nervous just means you care.”

Din paused, then nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

The two men stood next to each other in silence, Din’s thoughts moving at hyperspeed. He had only just managed to capture one when Greef nudged him. Din followed where Greef jerked his head and saw the group of people walking up the wide stone steps to the doors. He saw their carriage drive away as the officiant reached the door, King Stefan and Queen Leah right behind him. 

Din had breathed a sigh of relief when his princess told him there’d be no religion involved. She told him he could have another Mandalorian come and say their marriage rites alongside the royal officiant if he wanted. Din had refused; the covert had to stay hidden. Instead, he paid a visit to the Armorer and left her tasked with only one thing that he had to do.

The queen gave him a soft smile, her right arm hooked through Stefan’s left. She motioned for Din to walk over, and he did with shaking knees. They were both lavishly dressed; the queen wore a cape made of golden brocade while the king’s long tunic matched his wife’s purple satin dress, a black cloak with an intricate gold jacquard pattern all over it trailing over his shoulders. Stefan extended his hand and Din shook it. Din was thankful for this distraction from his anxiety, even if it made him feel a bit awkward. 

“Din,” the queen said, “I noticed you don’t have any family with you.”

“Just Greef Karga, my…friend.” It was still such a foreign word to him. “The Mandalorian covert I belong to needs to stay hidden.”

“Even for your wedding?” Stefan raised an eyebrow. 

“I can’t risk my covert. This is The Way.”

Leah sharply inhaled, her brow furrowing in thought as she looked up at Stefan. “If my husband is fine with it—” she gave Din a tender smile— “I’d like to walk down the aisle with you.”

Din waved his hands. “No, that isn’t—”

“Stefan is walking our daughter down the aisle,” she interjected. “I’d just be alone.” 

They both looked at him expectantly. Stefan raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. Now he knew where his bride got her stubbornness from. 

Din shook his head and shrugged. “Alright.”

“Good man.” Stefan commented, the threatening demeanor melting away. He kissed Leah’s hand, giving her a warm smile.

Leah walked in front of her husband and Din offered his bent left arm for her to take. She gently guided him to stand off to the right of the doors where they’d be hidden from view when they opened. The officiant directed everyone, her voice commanding and urgent. It reminded him of the Armorer and helped his body and brain settle a bit more. An usher stood across from the wedding party, presumably to direct them inside. Greef shook Din’s shoulder, making him turn around. He couldn’t help but smile at Greef’s encouraging grin, feeling a bit more at ease. Maybe having a friend wasn’t all that bad.

The sound of the doors creaking open into the cathedral made Din’s stomach turn. The officiant walked in immediately after the first note of the opening flourish to what Din assumed was a processional. Not long after, Din walked forward with the queen, his hands clammy under his gloves. The usher motioned them to turn and walk, and Din nearly swore when he saw how far away the altar was. He could barely process anything after he took his first step onto the white carpet running down the altar the officiant was now walking up a few steps to. He kept his eyes straight ahead and focused on the waiting officiant, Leah’s hand occasionally giving the exposed part of his forearm a reassuring squeeze. The music filled his ears and covered the thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears. When they reached the base of the four steps leading to the altar, she turned to Din and took his hand in hers, giving him that soft smile his princess gave him. 

Din took his place on the right side of the altar, his shaky breaths adding a layer to the music only he could hear. He watched Greef walk down the aisle to prevent his eyes from darting around the crowd. He nodded when his friend took his place at Din’s left side. The processional had become louder, its majestic melody crashing into his bones. Right as strings began to twirl up a scale, a crescendo building, he saw her step into the cathedral.

There was shuffling as the crowd stood and gasps of awe speckling the most triumphant iteration of the melody yet as she walked down the aisle towards him. He felt his throat burn and his eyes tear up, threatening to spill down his cheeks the closer she got. Her dress was soft and highlighted the curves he loved to hold, the color of the fabric perfect on her skin. As she got closer, he noticed the dainty lace flowers on her skirt. He assumed the pattern was also on her sleeves, but he was too focused on her gorgeous shoulders and collarbones to really care about her sleeves. Peli flew behind her, low to the floor, gently grasping her dress’s lengthy train in her tiny hands, but the way it splayed out perfectly behind his bride with little effort from Peli made him think she’d used a little magic, too. His bride’s lips were painted with an affectionate smile that made his heart swell, even if it was muted under a thin veil. The bouquet in her hand was full of white roses, thin, light green strands of tiny leaves spraying down the front and sides. Din swallowed and drank her in, committing the moment to his memory. 

As the processional neared its end, Din hurriedly took his gloves off and shoved them in his belt, swearing to himself for nearly forgetting; he’d just been hypnotized by her. She ascended the steps with Stefan, stopping on the last one before the altar. He gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and placed her right hand in Din’s open left palm. 

“Take good care of her,” Stefan said with teary eyes.

Din nodded and Stefan walked back to sit next to Leah. Din and held onto her fingers as she stepped up to the altar and took her place across from him with a nervous smile. Peli quickly splayed out the long train of her dress and veil behind her down the stairs to show off its intricate embroidery, then flew over to take her bouquet before taking her place floating behind his bride. Rustling filled the air after the orchestra’s final note dissipated into the cathedral’s vaulted ceiling, and it was finally time to begin.

The sound of the officiant’s voice faded into the background as he stared at her, his chest warm and knees weak. The tiara she was wearing pointed up under the veil, and he felt a beatific smile split his lips into a grin. Her eyes searched his visor, her face radiant and brightening the room despite the veil. Not sleep nor tulle could dim her glow. She must have sensed his anxiety, because she took his other hand in hers and gave them both a squeeze. It instantly soothed him.

“It’s alright Din,” she whispered under the officiant’s booming voice. “Just breathe, baby.”

He wished she could see the way her words made him melt, how her voice alone forced every iota of tension out of his body. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered back, his throat dry and voice wavering. 

It was all he could manage, but at least his compliment made her smile even wider. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side as she did, then opened her eyes after a few seconds and stared straight into his. Din loved making her flustered just so he could see her cute reaction.

He barely registered anything that didn’t involve him directly touching or speaking to her. All he could see was her. All he could feel was her hands—they were clammy, making him feel better about his sweaty ones. All he could do was stare and let his eyes wander over her so he could sear this moment into his brain and see it clearly for the rest of his life. Din’s heart hammered in his ears as he responded to the vows—saying “I do” just as he’d practiced—and it soared into the sky when she echoed his words. 

The officiant looked at Din, flipping a page in her leather-covered book. She cleared her throat before announcing both of their full names.

She continued, “You will now recite the Mandalorian vow together.”

His mouth was suddenly drier than the sands of Tatooine. Din took a deep breath and squeezed her fingers, focusing on her soft smile. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” 

Din swallowed the thick lump in his throat, his eyes tearing up. The meaning of those words sunk into his soul, lifting it up to the sky with joy at the same time. The Armorer had told him it translated to “We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors.” He had never felt more certain of something in his life; he meant every word, and his gut told him that she did too.

His chest also swelled with pride; his perfect princess had spoken the Mando’a vow as if she’d been speaking the language her whole life. And somehow, they’d said it in almost perfect unison. Every time they’d practiced—and even at the rehearsal—the timing had been off. The stars must have aligned so this day would go perfectly for them. 

When they were given the wedding rings to exchange, Din suddenly felt self-conscious about his hands, and he remembered how large of a crowd had gathered in the massive cathedral. Her magical touch made him forget about it all; her gentle fingers and concentrated eyes grounded him as she slipped the black obsidian band on his ring finger. Her voice was solid and proud as she repeated the officiant’s words for the ring exchange. His hands were shaking as he did the same with her thin, modest band and then the diamond ring he'd proposed to her with. Din hoped his voice wasn’t wavering too much as he spoke. He relaxed when he noticed her chest tremble with a suppressed giggle as he made sure the stone sat perfectly on her finger; she’d told him that she thought his perfectionism was endearing a while ago. 

After his last word, he realized the ceremony was over—but there was one last thing to do.

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Din’s shaking hands gently lifted her veil and let it fall back behind her tiara, revealing her face and letting the tiara finally sparkle. She was even more beautiful now without the thin material obstructing his view. She was beaming up at him, her eyes sparkling as much as the tiara’s diamonds. Din bent his head forward and gingerly cupped her jaw in his hands as she placed hers on the side of his helmet, meeting his beskar forehead with her smooth one. 

As the crowd cheered and the orchestra began playing a majestic recessional, Din pulled back and turned to face the doors, his princess doing the same. She waved down at her parents, then took her bouquet back from Peli before the fairy quickly took hold of the train and waved her wand to gently lift it mere inches off the ground. Din looked at his wife, offering his open hand; she gently bent her fingers over his, smiling when his fingers curled over hers.

As they made their way down the aisle to jubilant applause, she gave him a quick, smug glance. “I told you it would painless.”

“I think our definitions of pain are very different.”

She rolled her eyes and giggled, and Din clicked his tongue. “Careful, princess, or I’m taking you on a jet pack ride out of here.”

“Thank the Force our carriage is here,” she said as their feet tapped onto the stone steps outside, “because I’d wish you well on that solo flight and meet you in the ballroom for the reception.”

“My wife is so loving,” Din deadpanned.

“And my husband thinks he’s funny,” she retorted with a playful smile. 

Din shook his head and held her hand as she stepped into the open-top carriage, waving to the crowd gathered across from the cathedral. Once they were both seated, Din took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes fell on his visor, cheeks split with joy.

“I love you, mesh’la.”

“I love you too, Din.”

The carriage sped off for the castle, a new life waiting for them.

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[winter-literature]

LawLight Polls - Opening January 25, 2024

Please note: this is the starting of the new poll thread. This can be considered a repost of the final re-blog on the initial Lawlight Polls thread. [With additional information at the bottom]

After facing several blockades, I am happy to announce that we are FINALLY KICKING OFF - and things are going to look different.

There will be ONE work vs. work to start off the polls.

The Longfic Lawlight MVPs

The Sweet Taste of Silver by LumiOlivier (Tumblr: @lumiolivierlithium) vs. Passengers by Pyreneese (Tumblr: @pyreneese)

Poll Open Date: January 25, 2024

Special Hashtag: #WintersLawlightBible

Thank you both for interacting/agreeing to participate! Both of your works were fantastic and deserve all the recognition in the world.

Additional big thank you to all authors who replied. I was going to try to find a way to include each other who gave permission/interacted a work vs. work poll - but INSTEAD, I will just be ensuring that they are showcased in the polls yet to come.

As a general reminder, don't be a dick. Fanfiction author's work for free. Read them, give them some love, they are both amazing stories and deserve all the praise in the world.

Read below: Future Poll Introduction/questions that no one asked, but I'm answering anyway

What will the polls look like in the future?

I have changed the format so that the polls will focus on Lawlight tropes. Each poll will have my own recommended Fan Fics in that category, and I will invite others to showcase any stories that they recommend in either of the tropes.

For example:

Politician Light vs. Detective Light

L played a character to trick Light vs. L is exactly the unkempt genius he portrays himself to be

Yotsuba Arc vs. Alternate Universe

This way we can include short fics and longfics all in one. It doesn't require me to have to review and search for tropes in each story (as long as I know the ones that I've read myself) (this is so I don't get overworked again and die).

***To avoid any possibility of thinking that the polls are merely a circular way of comparing two specific works, my own suggestions will always include as many as possible. They are to be used as reference, not as a "one or the other". ***

This was, in my opinion, the best way to respect the majority of author's works and wishes.

From my experience of myself and speaking to other fanfic author's, the idea of people talking about and recommending their fanfic is awesome, but the idea of using it as a competition is unnecessary stress or possible other ick feelings.

From hereforth, I will do my best to have as many discussions and recommendations about Lawlight fic as possible in ways that makes everyone as happy as possible!

How will my fanfic recommendations be included in the polls?

This may change around. When I first had the idea, I wanted to make an indexed list. - obviously when you go on A03 there are tropes and you are able to look things up yourself. However, I wanted to make an index that would help with the themes we might have a hard time explaining.

Such as, "L is playing a part vs. L is actually the weirdo he is as displayed in the show".

All this to say, I want to save them and make record of them, but I don't know how well an actual indexed concept would work. So then - I introduce - HELLO IT WILL BE A MESS BUT I WILL SHOWCASE THEM TO MY BEST ABILITIES.

For each trope, any recommended Fanfictions that came in, they will all be shared along with the final poll Re-Blog.

This will be lined up fairly simple. Trope 1: [List underneath] Trope 2: [List underneath]

What is even the point of your recommendations if others are expected to also share their favourites in that trope?

*huff*. Well - my recommendations will be up there for the polling period in hopes to get the gears rolling.

I feel like after all of this work and reading if I didn't share some of my favourites it would be weird.

I'm an author and I want to recommend my Lawlight fan fiction to be included?

THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME.

If you are an author and you want your work showcased in ANY of the polls, just reblog this post, or make a post and tag me in it (with the WintersLawlightBible hashtag) saying that you wrote a fanfic and include the link. As long as it is A03, I will read it and include it into as many themes as I find possible.

(Also, if you shared it, and was like - actually, my story also fits in this theme too, but you seemed to miss it. Let me know and I'll add it again.)

I want this event to be something that helps A03 authors.

What can I do to make this work better so everyone can see the most fanfictions as possible?

Leave Kudos and kind comments on the authors works.

Respond/Re-blog with any suggested tropes you may have.

Closing Thoughts

I am excited to start moving forward, hopefully we can turn this stress case of a project into something fun!

I am already working on scheduling the next polls and compiling the proper recommendation lists.

I won't have a set schedule because a roller coaster has less ups and downs than I do - but I will aim to do around one a month.

WOOOT LET'S DO THIS.

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[basedkikuenjoyer]

Alright, time to really have fun with this. I was so excited for this to finally get animated. Did I hope for something like the little flashback of bickering over food? Something wonderfully weird like the Kanjuro fights? Yes. But I am way happier with letting this moment speak for itself. With only minor tweaks, just showing a little more of what’s implied, very few panels held about six and a half minutes. And it is amazing. The canon moments look great, but one thing seeing this excellent shot of Izo in color made me realize...am I the only one getting Fire Festival vibes out of the circular muzzle flashes? His return is a wish granted. Either way, jacked shirtless Izo in full anime glory is doing things to me so let’s move on to additions. This scene is giving the moment gravitas their way, by forcing you to stop and notice the subtleties:

But first...what the fuck was this!? We stan Hamlet, anything that let’s him be his lowkey weird self is appreciated. Wait, is that the joke? “Ham”let? I know that’d be using the English pun while the chapter title was actually the Japanese cliche (Radish actor) but it isn’t like that never happens in One Piece. Either way, he is a total ham and this last leg of the Raid made me love him. But what the fuck is this arrival/departure thing!? Okay, it’s one thing to initially think that maybe we built up a storyline that was gonna have a little more in the finale but it had to get axed with the hiatus. But why would you keep teasing it in fleshed out anime scenes? Bare minimum it’s solidifying the intent of Kiku’s turn here; finally forcing her to accept people want you to have this fresh start tomorrow. That is a consistent canon subtlety. Kiku & Izo’s story moves past the “dawn” motif to well, that dead end. Time to talk tomorrow. Speaking of...

Izo said stop talking. I wish you would have heeded his words. Ow, way to twist the knife girl. I make a whole blog for ya and this is how you return the favor? Foresight is a bitch sometimes. I love the bright light for this by the way. Kiku as a rule is always shown as being a step ahead. Biggest example being the big caste theme. So here’s her “dawn.” Your fight is now finished, and like Luffy you get to snooze for the getaway.

This is my favorite one though. We get this cool little thread of Kin/Kiku opening their eyes as Usopp continues. But the first one, right after calling them suicidal samurai...the little blush. Truth hurts. 

#one piece #okiku #kin'emon #izo #anime addons #episode 1063

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys Season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 34) - The Bad Blog

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So, once again, I stopped posting for a couple of days, but because I was sick. Today, I'll be posting more than one. I swear.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter for a while. You'll love it.

Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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It was a new day at the restaurant, and, at the moment, Mr. Gardener was currently wiping the counter while a female worker was stacking some bowls together.

Mrs. Gardener was walking out of the kitchen, carrying circular, colorful, placemats.

"Check it out, Angel," Mr. Gardener commented, "The counter may be empty, but the rest of the restaurant's still bringing them in!"

He gestured to another area of the restaurant, where a large line of people seemed to be waiting patiently, exiting the place.

Mrs. Gardener noticed this, "Except that line is heading out!"

Two people started to leave the line and walk out of the store, with Mrs. Gardener commenting when she noticed one of her employees, Hornet, and his friend Tarantula, standing in line, "And so are Mr. Hornet and Ms. Tarantula! This isn't good!"

Mr. and Mrs. Gardener walked over to Hornet, and Mrs. Gardener, asked, "Hornet, what are you guys doing?"

Hornet turned around and replied, "We're in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant down the street."

Mr. Gardener gasped in shock, "You're cheating on our restaurant?!"

"Do your other friends know?" Mrs. Gardener asked in disbelief.

"Oh, we know," The rest of the Bad Guys, Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Piranha, commented in unison while peeking their heads out from the line from the position where they were standing.

Both bosses gasped loudly, with Mr. Gardener exclaimed, and came over to them, "All of you?! After all the free smoothies I gave you?!"

Mrs. Gardener then quickly stepped in, "Woah, woah, woah. You give them free smoothies?"

Mr. Gardener felt a little sheepish, admitting, "I just want them to like me, Angel."

Hornet then spoke up, "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, but everybody's been going to Camilton's Driveway restaurant ever since Loco y Malo gave them a rave review on his food blog."

"His rating scale from a "meh" to five "oooh's," Shark pointed out.

"And he just gave Camilton's Driveway restaurant 4 ½ 'oooh''s," Wolf said while pointing to the review on his phone.

Mr. Gardener took the phone and looked at the review as he asked, "How did they get 4 ½ "oooh's'?"

"Their new signature dish: the pizzarito. A pizza in a burrito," Tarantula answered.

Just imagining a dish like this surprised the bosses, with Mr. Gardener asking in shock, "Wow, how did they come up with that?"

"They do customer research," Piranha replied.

"Wait, how do you know?" Mrs. Gardener asked.

"Cause, we were the customers they researched," Snake answered back.

To Mrs. Gardener, this made all the sense, commenting out loud while shaking her head in disbelief, "I mean, no wonder our only customer is an old lady stealing ketchup packets."

Behind them, the group noticed an elderly lady trying to steal some ketchup packets while the female waitress was trying to pry them from the elderly's hands.

Shark, a little weirded out after watching this, commented as a suggestion, "Maybe the restaurant just needs some new ideas."

"Yeah, you can always check the suggestion box," Tarantula suggested.

Mr. Gardener seemed fond of this idea, "Hey, good thinking. I forgot about this thing. It must be 12 years old."

He walked over to the suggestion box, his wife anxiously following behind him, and picked it up, blowing the dust off the top of it, leaving the Bad Guys feeling a little weirded out.

"Okay, no need for that suggestion box. They are clearly all old," Mrs. Gardener quickly picked up the box, closed the lid, and threw it out into the garbage, much to her husband's confusion.

Hornet then suggested, "Well, you know. We could help you guys and do our own customer research."

"Yeah, we'll ask someone about the restaurant," Wolf mentioned.

"But our only friend who wasn't busy was Mira," Shark mentioned, "We couldn't have the governor to ask about the restaurant. It's not her job to take care of it."

"We'll just ask Mira if she could invite her co-workers to take the survey," Tarantula suggested.

"Great idea, Webs," Snake commented.

Piranha then stepped forward and asked, "Wait, but after pizzaritoes, right?"

"Oh yeah," Tarantula answered.

"Totally," Hornet added.

"Of course," Shark stated.

"Absolutely," Snake said.

"Yep," Wolf replied.

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That night, Mira came to FasTogether along with a few of her co-workers as they were gathered by the Bad Guys to do their customer research project.

Shark was bringing a plate with a shiny lid over it, "Welcome to our customer research session for the FasTogether restaurant. To thank you for your participation, you will each get one pizzarito," he placed the plate on the table. When he took the lid off, showing all the pizzaritos, all of the journalists were about to eagerly grab one hungrily, but Shark stopped them by placing his fin out and saying, "Ah, ah, ah, after you have completed the survey."

Mira and her co-workers groaned in disappointment as they watched Shark take the plate away.

Tarantula, holding a clipboard and pen in her hands, addressed, "We will be asking you a series of questions and would appreciate your honest opinions."

"Let's start with what you like," Piranha mentioned.

"I like the smell of those pizzaritos," one of the journalists commented, intrigued by its delicious smell.

"Forget the pizzaritos!" Snake quickly addressed before asking, trying to get the journalists' minds off the tasty treats, "What do you like about FasTogether?"

"Uh, the colors are fun," a female journalist replied.

"Those portraits are cool," another female journalist commented as Tarantula wrote this down.

A male journalist then mentioned, "I feel bigger when I sit at these little tables. And the food are stomach-filling."

Another male journalist added, "And the service is good, especially you, Mr. Hornet. You served fast!"

Hornet was flattered by this feedback, causing Piranha to roll his eyes.

After writing the note down, Tarantula then asked Mira, "Mira?" she gestured for her to chime in with an opinion.

Mira spoke up, "I guess if I had to say something, I don't like these bendy straws," She bent one of the bendy straws, adding, "The noise they make freak me out."

Wolf bit his lip and quickly clarified, "We're naming things we like, Mira."

Mira seemed to understand better, "Oh" she happily said, "Pass," she said that since she had nothing to say about what she liked.

Shark then made a suggestion, "What if we had a smoothie we set on fire?"

"I'd be into that," one of the male journalists answered in excitement.

Snake then slithered in, "We're not setting anything on fire."

Mira and her co-workers seemed disappointed while Shark groaned sadly, wishing that idea soared better.

Hornet then fluttered forward, "Now, let's talk about...what you don't like."

All of the journalists looked very unsure of what to say, and this was noticed by the Bad Guys.

Hornet asked Mira to see if her friend would say something about this, "Mira?"

Mira brushed it off again, "Pass."

"Mira," Hornet asked again, convincing her to answer.

Wanting to not talk about it, Mira commented, "Seriously, I'm not touching it."

Hornet fluttered over to her side and tried to gesture to any one of the journalists to talk, "Anyone?"

The group looked at one another before in unison, all of Mira's co-workers replied, "It's your bosses."

That response got the Bad Guys confused.

"My bosses?" Hornet inquired in confusion.

"They're always in the restaurant," one of the female journalists hesitantly answered.

"Because they own it," Hornet clarified.

"But they're always getting in our biz," a male journalist pointed out.

"And at Camilton's Driveway restaurant, we get to hang out with just customers," another female journalist added to the explanation.

Mira then spoke up, saying, "Sorry, Hornet, but it does feel like your bosses are always watching us."

On cue, everyone turned their head and, low and behold, jumped in shock when they saw Mr. and Mrs. Gardeners' heads and eyes watching them from behind the counter.

Wolf, now uncomfortable, commented, "Well, this has been very informative. Thank you for your time. Enjoy your pizzaritos."

As the journalists got up and went to dig into the pizzaritos and left, the restaurant owners stepped out from behind the counter, Mrs. Gardener told the 6 vigilantes, "Listen, Bad Guys, we may have accidentally overheard a little bit of what was going on."

"And sure, we may be around sometimes, but it's not like we're always "'getting into their bi', including you guys" Mr. Gardener quoted.

But the Bad Guys looked up at the restaurant owners with "Really" looks, which admitted that it was true; Mr. and Mrs. Gardener were known to do that... especially with the experience of the Bad Guys themselves.

*flashback*

One time, Mr. Gardener was singing an Italian song and playing the accordion while Shark and Piranha were eating pizza.

Shark and Piranha were bored and annoyed with listening to Mr. Gardener's loud song.

Mangia, mangia, how's your pizza treat?"

Another time, when Wolf and Snake were about to get a tray of their order from the counter, and offered the money to the cashier Mrs. Gardener stepped in, telling the two Bad Guys, "Ah, ah, ah, not till you pay with real earned money than stolen money," she took the tray of food away.

Another time, Mr. Gardener was bending a bendy straw back and forth and singing a song about it in front of Tarantula, who looked frighteningly at the straw.

Loving the straw, and you'll use it everyday Hey!

*End of flashback*

Thinking back on those moments, Hornet's bosses realized the Bad Guys had a point.

"Okay, they do have a point. Yeah," Mr. Gardener said, "But if the customers don't want us in the restaurant, how are we gonna fix that?"

"I don't know. We have been having problems with it for a while," Mrs. Gardener pointed out.

Both owners looked very worried, with Mr. Gardener then said while looking around the restaurant, "With this new competition, I hate to say it, but...looks like we're gonna have to close it down."

The idea itself seemed unfathomable to the Bad Guys with Shark asking in shock, "Close it down?!"

Before any of the owners could explain, Wolf pointed out, "But we hang out in this restaurant all the time since we got released from prison! We had good times here!"

"Yeah, this is where I got my first job like a normal person, a good person," Hornet reminded.

"And we've always had big plans for us to be running it someday," Tarantula mentioned.

Piranha, however, sounded confused, "Really? I was thinking of going to college and actually doing something with my life."

Despite that, the Bad Guys were determined to keep the restaurant open with Snake saying, "Seriously, we're not ready to lose the restaurant just yet. This is where we go if we had nothing else to do. Can you at least give us a chance to save it first?"

"Please" all the Bad Guys begged together in unison with begging looks in their eyes.

The bosses looked at one another before smiling together.

Mrs. Gardener commented, "Okay. We'll give it a shot."

"One week, and that's it," Mr. Gardener addressed the Bad Guys, who were all excited to start working on ways to help save the restaurant.

Hornet, set to take order, then declared, "I already have my first idea for the restaurant."

"Good for you," Mr. Gardener complimented.

"You're out," he replied, straightforward and without hesitation.

"Tough break, Angel," Mr. Gardener said to his wife.

"Wait, what?" Mrs. Gardener asked confusingly and offensively.

Hornet then clarified quickly, "You're both out." To this, both of his bosses were now shocked. "Sorry, but the research is never wrong," Hornet pointed out.

The two owners were a little disappointed.

"Ah, man." Mrs. Gardener groaned in disappointment.

"Fine," Mr. Gardener begrudgingly admitted, but not before grabbing a pizzarito, "Let's grab one of these for the road."

Tarantula quickly commented, "No, no, no, pizzaritos are for participants only."

Mr. Gardener seemed like he was gonna put it back, starting to put it on the plate, "Okay, fine."

"Thank you," Tarantula said.

But then, he reeled it back and grabbed another pizzarito, shouting, "Run, Angel! Go, go, go!"

"Oh, thank you!" she replied while running with the other pizzarito received in her hand.

Both bosses rushed to the door with the pizzaritoes as the Bad Guys watched them disappointed.

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The next day, the Bad Guys were hard at work on adjusting the restaurant and making it perfect to save.

Piranha, who came out of the kitchen dressed up in chef's gear, asked, "Any orders yet?"

"Nope," Wolf, who was wearing an orange "FasTogether" shirt with a "Boss-Free restaurant" sticker on it, replied while fixing a sign that had the same logo as his sticker.

"Any customers?" Piranha asked.

"Nope," Hornet, who was cleaning the tables, replied.

"Reservations?" Piranha asked.

"No, but I'm beginning to have a few ideas about opening this place," Tarantula, who was fixing the napkin dispenser, commented in response.

Snake stated, "Guys, we're not off to a good start. We need customers."

Suddenly, Shark spotted two people who appeared to be approaching the restaurant, saying, "Ooh, ooh! Here comes two now!"

However, they weren't actually customers, but Hornet's bosses, making Hornet turn his head and give a "Really" look towards Shark while commented, "Seriously?"

"Hey, Bad Guys," Mr. Gardener greeted them while they were heading up to the entrance.

But the Bad Guys stopped them by saying together with their hands up, "Woah, woah, woah."

"Well, just where do you think you're going?" Snake asked.

"That doesn't say 'The Boss restaurant'," Piranha added on.

"It says 'The Boss-Free' restaurant," Hornet mentioned.

Mrs. Gardener quickly piped in with, "Guys, we've been watching you for the last 2 hours, and the Boss-Free restaurant is also customer-free."

"Clearly, you need us," Mr. Gardener added.

But just before the bosses could step in, the Bad Guys prevented them from going in while saying in unison, again, "Woah, woah, woah."

"Let us also remind you of our research," Hornet chimed in, adding, "And I quote.."

"And he quotes," Shark emphasized.

"'Your bosses are always getting in our biz'," Hornet explained.

"End quote," Piranha stated.

"The quote is over," Shark added while crossing his hands to demonstrate it was over.

Hornet, a little taken aback, told his brothers, "Uh, guys, in the future, I'd like to do my own quotes."

"He'd like to do his one quote," Shark reiterated, much to Hornet's frustration.

Mrs. Gardener then quickly commented, "Okay, well, clearly, this isn't working. I mean, even your friend and her co-workers aren't here."

"Yes they are," Piranha replied before he spotted them, "Oh, here they come now."

The Bad Guys smiled when they saw their friends come into the restaurant, but then frowned when they saw their friends getting in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant, making Tarantula frantically add, "And there they go.

Hornet turned to his bosses, and said to them, "Uh, would you excuse us for one second?" he and his friends went to go talk to their friends.

Wolf asked the journalists first, "Uh, what are you guys doing?"

"Yeah, we made our place boss-free," Snake added.

"Yeah, we got buttons," Shark pointed out while showing the button on his shirt, as well as the rest of the Bad Guys.

"Why are you still in line for Camilton's Driveway?" Hornet inquired.

Mira answered, "We're not. This is a new line for Clarissa's Crepes."

"Loco y Malo just gave five 'oooh's' to their weenie crepes," one of the male journalists commented in response.

Piranha thought the name sounded funny, "He said weenie."

"They put slices of hotdog inside a crepe," one of the female journalists mentioned.

"Sorry, guys," Mira told the Bad Guys while they watched the journalists waiting in line.

The Bad Guys stepped to the side, with Tarantula saying, "Okay. At least we know we need more than just no bosses."

Suddenly, Hornet started to get an idea, suggesting, "Wait a minute. We need our own pizzarito or weenie crepe."

"Yeah! We can each come up with a food combo, then we'll pick the best one, and call Loco y Malo to come to review it," Snake added on.

Piranha, however, didn't think it was that good of an idea, pointing out, "Wait, you can't just call Loco y Malo. He doesn't give his number out willy-nilly."

Shark, thinking what Piranha said was funny, "Willy-nilly."

The rest of the Bad Guys, however, sighed in frustration, with Wolf suggesting, "Fine, we won't call him. We'll email him until he agrees."

That seemed like a suitable solution, with the rest of the Bad Guys nodding in agreement, before Shark said happily, "In the meantime, we've got two customers at our restaurant."

Hearing that, the gang turned to see who the "customers" were and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, who were having fun doodling on the Boss-Free restaurant sign, much to the Bad Guys' frustration.

The other Bad Guys turned their heads to Shark, with Snake telling him, "Look down at your button, Shark."

Shark looked at his button, "Oh. you said button," he chuckled in response at the last part.

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At their hideout later, the Bad Guys were hard at work coming up with the perfect food combo.

Mira was currently in the kitchen with them.

"Thanks for being here, Mira, to help us decide whose fun food combo is the best," Hornet told her.

Mira. feeling unsure about this, asked, "Are you sure you need me to do this?"

"Yeah, we need an impartial judge," Tarantula replied with a friendly smile.

Mira could only feel her hesitancy rise when she saw Wolf make a gun gesture with his paw while clicking his tongue at her, Shark blew a kiss towards her, Snake adjusted his eyebrows with his tail, Hornet winked at her, and Piranha kept raising his eyebrows at her with his teeth holding a rose

Feeling uncomfortable by the boys trying to "hit on her" she commented, "Uh...pass," she scurried out of the hideout as quickly as she could by taking the elevator.

Their "judge" gone, Hornet then commented, "Well, I guess we'll have to do it ourselves. I'll start," He presented his combo dish, "I combined cucumber and asparagus together in one plate," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed cucumber slices and cooked asparagus together in a plate, "I call it the Cucum-sparagus! Deal with it," He ceremoniously did a mic-drop, or more specifically, lid-drop to claim her statement.

Snake then commented in reply, "Ah, impressive, but I see your Cucum-sparagus, and I raise you ham and bacon slices together as one dish," He lifted the lid off his plate, which showed ham slices wrapped in bacon strips, declaring, "The Ham-Con. Deal with it," he dropped his lid too, feeling confident.

It was Wolf's turn to present his food, "Very smart, but I have my delicious food combo. A steak and lettuce wrapped in a funnel cake," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed a steak wrapped in lettuce wrap that was also wrapped up in a funnel cake, "I called this Funnel Wrap! Deal with it," he dropped the lid as well, copying Hornet and Snake did.

Tarantula chuckled sarcastically as she crawled towards her covered dish, and announced, "You boys are so creative, but I got mine that is gonna blow your mind," She lifted the lid of her plate, which showed a bowl of ramen with macaroni pasta and cheese on top, "I present to you the Mac and Ramen. Beat that!" She dropped the lid too.

Shark decided to speak up, "Oh, nice try, but meet...the su-cheese," he lifted the lid on his dish, which had melted cheese spread around the whole bowl with sushi on it that also had cheese on them, "Sushi covered with melted swiss. Boom," he dropped his lid... on Snake's foot, making the snake shout in pain.

Wolf decided to calm things down, "Okay, no more lid dropping," he then turned his eyes to Piranha, "Piranha, what have you got?"

"Drum roll, please" Piranha replied.

"Ooh! What's that? A drumstick inside of a dinner roll," Shark asked curiously.

"No, I'm asking for a drumroll," Piranha clarified.

"Me too, it sounds delicious," Shark responded back.

Piranha rolled his eyes before taking the lid off his plate, which showed a kabob with two Cuñapés together with the sweet sauce from the Alfajores gluing them together, nacho empanadas, and chili peppers, "Ha! The Carnival of Oruro Munchers. Sweet and savory dishes from Bolivia on a stick. Boom," Piranha was holding out his lid, but he couldn't do it, "I'd drop this, but I respect my cookware too much."

With all the combo choices brought together, Tarantula then decreed, "Alright, let's vote."

Piranha interrupted, "Vote? Please, as the closest thing to a chef here, I know what's best, and it's the Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Uh, clearly, it's the Cucum-sparagus," Hornet retorted back.

"Uh, Funnel Wrap," Wolf replied.

"Ham-Con," Snake added.

Mac and Ramen!" Tarantula yelled

"Su-cheese!" Shark shouted.

"Best meal of the year on a stick," Piranha stated confidently.

The Bad Guys all started to argue with one another when suddenly, Piranha's phone went off, and he got a notification for something. He saw what it was and quickly broke the argument up by saying, "Guys! Guys! Loco y Malo just emailed us back," The other Bad Guys all gasped in surprise, as Piranha explained, "He's coming tomorrow. So, if we really want to save the restaurant, we have to get a good review. So, let's hit him with our best," He suggested his dish as the one to show, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

Hornet reminded Piranha, "Buddy, none of us want Mr. and Mrs. Gardener to shut down the restaurant, but we all have to agree."

"But since we can't, what are we gonna do?" Tarantula inquired.

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The next day, at the restaurant, Wolf presented the best solution to their disagreement: combining all of their dishes into one giant kabob, declaring, "I give you the Carnival of Oruro Ham-Con Swiss Su-cheese Mac and Ramen Funnel Wrap Muncher!"

Tarantula then turned her head towards Piranha, "Piranha, as the closest thing we have to a chef, what do you think?"

Piranha looked at this dish while inspecting it closely, "What do I think? I think it lacks focus. I think it's a mish-mosh of 15 different foods on a stick. I think it's a culinary abomination!"

"That's a good name," Shark commented, thinking "abomination" was a good thing, "And here's another one; the Dinner Wand," He picked the kabob up and pretended to swirl it like a magic wand.

Snake, as estranged as he felt about seeing the kabob be played like that, thought it looked like a good name, "You know what? That is a magical thing."

Suddenly, Hornet seemed to notice something... or someone, "Hey, check it out!"

Everyone turned their heads, and saw a man with a black suit and yellow decorated tie come into the restaurant, looking around curiously. The Bad Guys gasped in surprise.

"That's gotta be Loco y Malo," Shark guessed

Thinking it was him, the Bad Guys put their game faces on as Wolf declared, "Okay, guys; it's showtime!" Wolf picked up the dish and they all went up to the man.

Hornet greeted him by asking the man, "Table for one, sir?"

"That'd be lovely," he replied as Hornet led him to a table and usher him to sit.

Piranha opened up a napkin and placed it on his lap.

Wolf presented the dish to the man, "Might I recommend our signature dish: the Dinner Wand."

Shark placed some utensils by the man's side, Tarantula placed a glass by the man's other side, and poured some wine into it. The Bad Guys watched in anticipation to see if he would like it.

The man was amazed to see how the Dinner Wand looked, "Oooh."

"That's one 'Oooh' and he hasn't even tasted it" Shark whispered excitedly.

The man then started to try the Dinner Wand, putting some food into his mouth and chewing it, "Oooh."

"That's two," Snake whispered excitedly, the Bad Guys getting more excited that their dish seemed to be well-liked so far.

The man took another bite of the food and seemed to be loving it, saying happily, "Oooh."

"Three," Tarantula commented eagerly as they were all jumping excitedly, anticipating that this might just work.

The man took another bite from the Dinner Wand, and seemed delighted, "Oooh."

"Four," Wolf whispered as they jumped excitedly and happily. They were getting closer.

The man then took another bite of food from the Dinner Wand, and appeared to be loving it, saying slowly, "Oh..." the Bad Guys leaned in and listened to hear if he was gonna finish the sentence. The minute the man said, "Ooooh,"

The Bad Guys all jumped around happily.

"That's five "Oooh's!" Hornet squeaked.

"He's so gonna give us a rave review," Piranha commented eagerly.

The Bad Guys were all dancing around happily, excited that they were gonna get an amazing review on their Dinner Wand. They thought that this would be the game changer that was gonna save the restaurant.

Until...

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"'Meh'?!" they all commented in shock at their home at night when they saw online that their Dinner Wand review was a "meh."

"How could he give us a 'meh'?" Snake asked in shock/confusion.

"Maybe we should've set it on fire," Shark suggested.

"Shark, that 'meh' could cost us the restaurant," Wolf pointed out while behind him, Piranha was busy mixing something in a bowl and walked over to the kitchen to finish his prep.

Tarantula, still frustrated by what happened, pointed out, "You know, I don't get it. We all heard Loco y Malo say, 'Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oh... oooh.'"

"Unless..." suddenly, Hornet had a new thought, suggesting, "That wasn't Loco y Malo."

"But he's the only person we served. Who else could it have been?" Snake inquired.

While the other Bad Guys were trying to figure out what was going on, Piranha was in the kitchen, tasting whatever he was mixing in the bowl he had. However, he felt that the flavor was lacking, and commented, "Meh."

That "meh" got his friends' attention, making them all turn their heads toward him and giving him incredulous looks.

Piranha saw the looks his friends were giving him and commented, "What? It...needs salt. I think there's some...not in here," he tried to anxiously walk away, carrying the bowl with him. However, his friends were quick to follow him.

"Uh, Piranha, did you just say 'meh?'" Tarantula asked.

Trying to cover up what he said, he made an excuse, "Uh, no, I said, uh... I said 'Mira.'"

"Pretty sure it was 'meh'," Snake stated with his arms crossed while Wolf, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet were nodding in agreement.

"Well, I'm telling you, it was 'Mira,'" Piranha retorted, trying to cover up what he really said.

"Why would you say 'Mira'? She's not even here," Wolf pointed out.

Piranha knew Wolf hit a good point, and changed his answer, "You're right. I-I said, 'Guacmiramole."'

"Nobody says that," Hornet replied with a sassy tone.

Another good point started to make Piranha more nervous, as he changed his response again to, "Oh, yes, then it must have been, uh, 'Guacamolmira.'"

"No one says that either," Shark pointed out while walking up to Piranha.

With another good point landed, Piranha changed his answer again, "Oh, uh, then I meant to say, uh 'Guacmiramolmira.' Everybody says that," and proceeded to walk away in the other direction. However, his friends were still on his tail.

"Is there something you want to tell us, Piranha?" Wolf asked, giving Piranha a chance to confess.

"I mean, noth—nothing really comes to mind," he hesitantly replied back, deciding to try and play it cool by offering the bowl he was mixing, "Fresh 'guacmiramolmira'?"

Tarantula then declared, "Admit it; you're Loco y Malo!"

Piranha tried to hesitantly deny it, arguing back, "What? No."

"Admit it," Shark shouted.

"Uh, no," Piranha answered back.

"Admit it!" Snake yelled.

"No," Piranha still replied the same answered.

"Admit it!" Wolf exclaimed.

"No," Piranha chuckled nervously.

"Admit it," Hornet took Piranha's bowl of guacamole away.

Left with a guac-filled spoon, and his friends staring down at him, Piranha finally couldn't hold it in, and confessed "Okay, fine! I'm Loco y Malo," Displeased his identity was revealed, he grumpily asked, "You happy?"

The rest of the Bad Guys all seemed content with their answer at first as Hornet approached Piranha closely, and said, "Yeah," Then, he pulled one of the flaps of Piranha's shirt open and dumped the bowl of guacamole, much to Piranha' helpless protests, down his shirt.

Feeling the squishy dip stain and litter his clothes, and seeing his other friends laughing, finding it amusing to them, Piranha groaned while saying as he moved around uncomfortably, "This is exactly why Loco y Malo likes to be anonymous."

Once Piranha, now with stained clothes, had settled down, Hornet confronted him, asking, "What were you thinking, Piranha? This could ruin everything we've worked for. How could you give us a bad review?"

"Because.." Piranha started to reply, admitting, "As Loco y Malo, I have a responsibility to give my readers the truth."

"Yeah, and as our friend, you also have a responsibility to us," Hornet pointed out.

"I bet he's just mad 'cause we wouldn't feature his Carnival of Oruro Muncher," Snake argued back.

Piranha was quick to retort, "That's not why I posted it. No matter how mad I was as Piranha, as Loco y Malo, I gave my completely honest opinion."

Wolf then stepped to the side, declaring, "I'm calling a huddle," he ushered Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet to join him. Piranha was about to join them before Wolf turned his head and told him, "Minus Loco y Malo."

Piranha ceremoniously took off his chef hat and asked, "Is Piranha still invited?"

"No! Piranha sits there and thinks about what Loco y Malo did," Shark scolded Piranha like a parent while pointing to a chair for Piranha to sit in.

As Piranha walked over to go sit in the chair Shark pointed out, the rest of the Bad Guys were together in the huddle, a few feet away from him.

"Alright, what do we do?" Tarantula asked.

Hornet got an idea, suggesting, "Alright, I've got it. We'll have Loco y Malo review us again, but this time, we'll just serve him Piranha's Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Perfect! He's sure to give himself five "ooh's," Snake replied, thinking it was a good idea.

With the fivesome coming to an agreement on what to do, they then broke the huddle and faced Piranha.

"Okay, here's how this is gonna go down," Wolf was about to tell him, but he was cut off by Piranha

"Guys, I heard the whole thing; you're three feet away," Piraha confessed

"So, you'll do it, right?" Snake asked.

He answered while standing up, "Absolutely. Piranha looks forward to cooking the Carnival of Oruro Muncher, and Loco y Malo looks forward to reviewing it."

"I'm not sure which one of you I'm talking to, but whoever it is, tell the other one he's weird," Shark commented while looking weirded out.

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The next day, at the restaurant, Piranha was sitting at the table, reading over the menu, while the rest of the Bad Guys were standing behind him, waiting for their friend to finish looking over the menu.

"Have you decided on what you'll be having yet, sir?" Snake asked Piranha as if he was a stranger.

Piranha, with a serious look on his face, replied, "Let's see. Let's see. Let's see. Do you have any bisque?"

"We do not," Tarantula replied, resisting the urge to grit her teeth from the lack of patience.

Hornet then chimed in, asking happily, "Might I suggest the Carnival of Oruro Muncher?" adding with strain in his voice, "The ONLY thing on the menu."

Piranha nodded in agreement as Wolf took the menu from him, "Okay, so that's one Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Would you like that set on fire?" Shark offered to Piranha.

"How does the chef recommend it?" Piranha asked.

"Not set on fire," Snake replied quietly to Shark through gritted teeth.

"One Carnival of Oruro Muncher 'not set on fire,'" Shark replied to Piranha's question, mimicking when Snake was gritting his teeth.

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One Carnival of Oruro Muncher later, Piranha was feasting on his creation, with his friends watching closely.

Upon the first bite, Piranha comments,d admiring the flavor, "Oooh."

"One," Hornet whispered happily, with Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula jumping in excitement with her before they quickly regained their composure.

On the next bite, Piranha tasted another new flavor sensation, making him say in interest, "Oooh."

His friends celebrated quietly by jumping up and down again while Shark whispered, "Yes! Two!"

When Piranha took a third bite of the food, he felt another new flavor hit, making him say, "Oooh."

His friends jumped up and down happily as Snake whispered, "Yes! Three," while they anticipated what Piranha's response would be next.

Piranha took another bite of his own food again, and replied, "Oooh."

His friend jumped happily again as Wolf said quietly, "That's four!"

Piranha took another bite of the food, feeling another new flavor, as he started to say, "Oh.." His friends leaned forward to hear what he was gonna say.

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"'Meh'?" they all, excluding Piranha, shouted in shock when they saw the review on Piranha's laptop after the taste testing was over.

By the line over at the end of the restaurant, Mira misheard the Bad Guys, turning her head while asking, "Yeah, did you guys call me?"

Hornet quickly clarified, "We weren't talking to you, Mira," before she asked Piranha, "How could you give us another 'meh'?"

"I don't get it, Piranha. We heard you say 'oooh' five times," Snake pointed out.

Piranha held his head while saying, "I said it, but I just couldn't write it."

"Why not?" Tarantula inquired, adding on, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher was your creation."

Piranha sighed while saying, "I'm sorry. The critic in me has to be honest with the chef in me. And the chef in me stinks."

"What are you talking about? We all tasted it, and it was delicious. Even I had to sacrifice to eat meat," Hornet asked, wanting to know why Piranha was thinking about himself like this.

"I can't come back from a review like this," Piranha commented in response.

"But Loco y Malo said, "This chef shows promise," Wolf mentioned while pointing to a comment on the blog.

"Well, what does he know?" Piranha answered while looking at the computer screen.

"He's you," Wolf answered, clarifying Piranha was also Loco y Malo.

"Well, what do I know?" Piranha asked, feeling frustrated.

"Then, don't post it!" Tarantula stated clearly.

Piranha groaned while pointing out, "I have to; I have a deadline."

"Well, call the editor and tell him you're not gonna make it," Shark suggested.

"I'm also the editor," Piranha admitted, saying this as frustration flowed through his veins and he clenched his hands tight.

Hornet slammed the computer shut and lifted it, "Look, you can't post that review. It'll ruin the restaurant, and Mr. and Mrs. Gardener will definitely close it down," he dodged a lunging attempt from Piranha, who tried to get the computer back.

Piranha then grabbed the laptop and tried to pull it back, but Hornet, giving his every strength, pulled it back too, not wanting to let go.

"Hey," Hornet shouted while trying to pull.

"Let go," Piranha shouted back, not loosening his grip one bit.

"You let go," Hornet shouted back.

Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula joined Hornet's side and tired to help pull the laptop towards her.

"It's five against one; you'll never win," Shark clarified.

"Wrong; it's five against six," Piranha retorted, saying, "I'm Loco y Malo, Chef Piranha, editor Piranha, Singer Piranha, and Regular Piranha."

"That's five," Shark pointed out in confusion.

Piranha saw the point Shark made, and clarified, "Oh. And also Stomping Piranha."

"Who?" his friends asked in confusion.

On cue, Piranha kicked his Wolf and Shark's feet and Snake's tail, making them bend down and shout in pain, while Tarantula and Hornet had their guard down, and lost their grip on the laptop, giving Piranha the perfect chance to grab his laptop and run off to a nearby table.

He opened it and was about to get his review posted, but then, he heard Wolf's voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He looked up and gasped when he saw his friends back up, holding burger buns, hot dog buns, fries, soda cups, ice cream cones and cups, pizza slices, sandwiches, chicken legs, and other fast food.

"Step away from the laptop," Hornet declared

"All of you," Shark added, referring to the original and other versions of Piranha.

Piranha didn't seem to feel threatened, Oh, yeah? Who's gonna make me?"

That response got him ducking down to avoid getting pelted by fast food his friends were chucking at him, also making him close his laptop upon doing so.

The commotion also got Mira and her co-workers, who were supposedly in line for another restaurant.

"Is that a food fight?" One of them, a female one, asked.

"This place is picking up!" Another female journalist commented.

"It's not fire, but I'm in," a male journalist commented happily as all the other customers in the line turned and were amazed by what they were watching.

"Food fight," Mira declared happily, as the crowd was now starting to get excited, and even ducked to avoid a few bits of food that was flying towards them.

Rachel came running, blowing a whistle and pushing a cart with a tarp over it, before she shouted, "Everybody, stop! What is wrong with you?! This isn't a fair food fight." She then pulled off the tarp, revealing more bowls of food set to be thrown and chucked, declaring, "Now, it's fair. Food away!"

People from the line all started to grab some of the food from the bowls, and threw them at the Bad Guys and at each other with the Bad Guys did the same with other people, Everyone now getting into the spirit of the food fight, and had fun doing so. It was a madhouse in the restaurant, and no food was eaten. The whole place became a mess and food was wasted. But nobody cared. They loved to hit each other with food.

Suddenly, the madness also stirred the owners of the restaurant to come in

"Guys! Bad Guys!" Mrs. Gardener yelled.

"What is going on?!" Mr. Gardener asked with a toupe on his head.

When they saw the scene that was going on, they had to duck their heads to avoid getting hit by some of the food. Mr. Gardener even used the sign as a shield to block him and his wife from getting pelted by food while trying to stop the madness.

Even while they used the sign as a shield, Mr. Gardener got hit anyway, "Ow, that totally hurts!"

But even they couldn't stay protected for long and wound up starting to get overwhelmed by the food pelting.

"Guys, I thought you wanted to save the restaurant, not destroy it!" Mrs. Gardener announced.

With the commotion starting to slow down, Tarantula replied, "Sorry, but we found out Piranha's the Loco y Malo."

That revelation made everyone gasp in shock

"And he was gonna post a bad review about the restaurant," Hornet added defensively.

That revelation then made both restaurant owners gasp

"Mr. Piranha, how could you give us a bad review?" Mr. Gardener asked in shock.

Shark then let out a ceremonious gasp, which made Mr. and Mrs. Gardener turn their heads and face him as Shark saw that they were done already, "Oh, we're done with that?"

Piranha started to apologize, "I'm sorry. I just can't lie to my readers."

"We're sorry about all this," Wolf apologized as well.

"We just really don't want the restaurant to close down," Snake added.

"Well, we have some news and we think you're gonna like it," Mrs. Gardener responded.

"We decided to keep it open," Mr. Gardener declared.

The Bad Guys all gasped and cheered happily.

"We saw how much hard work you guys put into saving it, and we realized how much you care about it," Mrs. Gardener happily replied.

"Plus, our accountant told us it would be a financial disaster to close it, so...." Mr. Gardener also admitted, taking into account th financial perspective of it.

"Is Piranha your accountant too," Shark asked.

"No," Mr. Gardener replied at first before pointing to someone, "He is."

the Bad Guys looked and saw that it turned out to be the same guy they had first served the Dinner Wand to.

The man waved at them, "Oh, hi."

The Bad guys were surprised that they served their food to Mr. and Mrs. Gardener's accountant, which was worth the shot now that the accountant won't allow the restaurant to close.

"Heh. It's a small world after all," Hornet chuckled.

With everything settled, Mrs. Gardener then spoke up, "Okay, let's get this restaurant cleaned up and abc open for business."

Just before everyone could get to work cleaning up the restaurant, Mira then stepped forward, spotting something that made her ask, "Uh, is that smoke?"

The Bad Guys and the restaurant owners turned their heads and noticed smoke coming out from the kitchen.

"Well, that's weird. I preheated the oven, but I didn't put anything in it," Mr. Gardner confessed.

Just then, to their shock, the oven caught on fire, erupting in bright flames.

Despite being shocked by this, Shark commented out of the blue, "Hey, at least something got set on fire."

"Run, people," Rachel came running out, gesturing for everyone to quickly evacuate.

The old lady before was holding the fries in her hand as the waitress shouted, "Forget the fries, grandma," She tossed them out of her hands before leading her out with the rest of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Gardener noticed the awful toupee her husband had and quickly yanked it off his head, throwing it into the fire, much to his horror, before they both ran and escaped the flaming kitchen.

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When the fire crew soon came and put out the fire, the entire kitchen was a burnt mess, and the restaurant looked like it just got a gloomy shade of ash grey, but at least the whole thing hadn't completely collapsed and demised. The restaurant was still standing, but the interior was an ash-covered wasteland.

The fire captain came out of the kitchen, telling Mr. Gardener, MRs. Gardener, and the Bad Guys "Well, the fire definitely started in the oven. Found this in here," He pulled out a shiny metal square that said "Suggestion Box" on it.

Mr. Gardener knew exactly where it came from, "Suggestion box," He showed it to his wife, who had a sheepish/nervous smile.

"Oops. guess that wasn't really the best hiding place," she commented, feeling guilty for what happened.

The fire captain then pulled out something that was still smoking a bit, "Good news, though: we were able to save this."

The item turned out to be Mr. Gardener's toupee, which made Mrs. Gardener groan loudly and desperately.

Mr. Gardener replied as he accepted the toupee, "Thank you, Fireman Handsome- I mean, Hudson. That's what she calls you," He pointed to his wife.

"Just one time," she clarified as the fire captain soon left while her husband placed his now messed up toupee back on his head.

Snake examined how badly damaged the restaurant looked before asking the accountant behind them, "So, how much will it cost to rebuild the restaurant?"

The accountant checked on his calculator, saying as the rest of the family peered over to look, "Well..."

He then showed the total on his calculator to the restaurant owners and the Bad Guys, their eyes widening from how expensive it appeared, declaring in shock/unison, "Oooh."

Now stuck with no idea how to fix it.

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Brian Stepanek – Mr. Timothy Gardener

Allison Munn – Mrs. Angel Gardener

Stephanie Beatriz - Mira Rose

Andy Samberg - Male Journalist #1

Joe Lo Truglio - Male Journalist #2

Melissa Fumero - Female Journalist #1

Chelsea Peretti - Female Journalist #2

Gabrielle Elyse - Rachel

Dio Johnson - Fireman Hudson

Tom Choi as Sophisticated Guy

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Author aggimaginary

Co-Author: MasterClass60

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy

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The entire chapter is based on Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn: Quad With A Blog.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me in this entire chapter.

Piranha's alias "Loco y Malo" is translated as "crazy and bad", describing himself to be one.

I hope you like the new chapter. There is more soon!

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#the bad guys #thebadguys #tbg #dreamworks the bad guys #the bad guys dreamworks #the bad guys movie #the bad guys movie 2022 #the bad guys 2022 #the bad guys oc #tbg oc #tbg dreamworks #the bad guys fanfic #mr wolf #mr snake #mr shark #mr piranha #ms tarantula #mr hornet #Mira Rose #friendship #family #criminal found family #babysitting #Mr Gardener #Mrs Gardener #restaurant

[quickdeaths]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Bryn

pronouns — She/Her.

preferred comms — Discord for sure! I'm on Discord basically all the time and I try to be pretty responsive to things. If you unlock the secret friendship tier, I will also bother you with memes/ship inspo/random conversation/etc. but even if you don't want that, it's got a big window and a search bar so it is infinitely better for plotting than anything else. That said, I do tumblr IMs too, if necessary.

name of muse — quickdeaths.tumblr.com/muses there's a lot of them take your pick

experience in RP — I started out 17-18 years ago on the forums for a D&D webcomic. Eventually I checked out of that scene, bounced around LiveJournal, had a cup of coffee in Gaia Online, and then came to Tumblr around 2012ish. Was pretty off-and-on here until 2015, and I've been part of the furniture here ever since. I've done a few things on Discord and through Google Docs since, but I think for better or worse, I'm just Here Now.

best experiences — Meeting my girlfriend will always be #1! We met here on tumblr and even though she doesn't RP as much anymore, I'm always going to be thankful for the things we wrote, and how RPing together helped us become friends, and then girlfriends. After that, all the things I've done with people that were long-term and plotted, with mutual investment. I've been doing this long enough now that even people who've left or who I fell out with, I still have a lot of fondness for those stories, as well as the long-term stories I'm doing now.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — The number one ultimate pet peeve for me is people dropping threads without personally notifying their partners. Not everyone lurks on dash, and it's easy to miss posts, and when people say things like 'gonna drop some of my drafts,' it's easy to feel like you've been put in a limbo state. Hiatuses are one thing but dropped threads like that just drive me crazy. Super long wait times on replies (I'm talking like, consistently 2-3 months or more) are rough for me too. Lack of communication as well, especially when it comes to choosing a muse(s) to write with.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Angst > fluff > smut for me. I'm an angsty bitch and I love the drama. I like drilling down into character flaws and weaknesses and forcing them to Go Through It and confront things they don't super want to confront, so I'll probably never get tired of writing angsty stuff. I like fluffy stuff too, but a bit more sparingly just because sometimes I think it can get a little circular. Smut... to be honest, I'm not against writing it if a plot calls for it and it makes sense for characters but I've had a handful of rough experiences in the past with people, and it's an area where I'm not very confident as a writer. You will never see a spicy sideblog from me though, I will simply put it on dash like a shameless heathen.

plot or memes — plots plots plots. Honestly, I would never do memes at all if it weren't The Culture here on tumblr. I never know who to send for, or from, when it comes to multimuses, I worry that the ideas aren't interesting and can't sustain long replies, and they don't usually inspire me. Plotting is great because you can figure out a dynamic, whether there's any preexisting knowledge, maybe a general direction you want things to go, etc. Almost everything I've loved doing has come from plots, but I'll still be offering both forever.

long or short replies — have you seen my blog i should be locked up and the key thrown away. I have lost the ability to write a reply under 5 paragraphs and with Certain People Who Know Who They Are I get up to like 8, 10, 12, occasionally some deeply unhinged 33 paragraph drabbles. I don't even have a good excuse really, it's just what feels comfortable for me to write. It lets me do all the inner world stuff that I use to round out my characters in a scene and contextualize them, while still (hopefully) having enough action and dialogue to respond to.

best time to write — It depends. Late afternoon/early evening is probably best, but later evening is fine too. Sometimes I will start a Particularly Ambitious Reply late late late and get too tired to finish it, and then finish it when I get up in the morning, and that seems to work for me too.

are you like your muse — Not really, I don't think? Although I guess that's for other people to judge. I try to give all my muses traits that I can relate to on some level, or at least one thing that feels connective between us, but I honestly think I'm too boring to be a very good RP character. I think Rio is probably the character I'm most similar to, but even then, I think it's more superficial similarities like hobbies than much else.

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess Tagging: i will fill this in later, if you are seeing this post then i forgot to fill it in and that means it is a runabout, you can steal it, no one will ever know

#dash memes

[pink-apollo]

His so I really like how you write stuff and um I read a bunch of stuff with Tommy in it and I was wondering if you could write something up, so what if the reader got in a fight with Hoyt about Tommy and Hoyt said something like "if Tommy never loved you he'd kill you right on the spot" or something like that and the reader starts doubting themselves and start to kinda drift away from everyone socially. Thx if you can

Babes😭 You got it. But also thank you🥺🥺🥺 I appreciate you💕💕 We love Tommy on this blog🖤 Hopefully this holds up the expectation😭 It’s also very late so my apologies for any mistakes

Warnings: Lots if cursing, angry reader, hoyt being a dickhead, tommy coming to the rescue

Word count : 1.5k

It's not like you had meant to drop the plate, it had simply just fell from your fingers and onto the hard wood floor that was now shattered into a million pieces. As of lately, it seemed as if everyday Hoyt was inching more and more under your skin. Nit picking at everything you did or wrong or seem to do wrong. Always complaining "it ain't straight" or "you're as useless as a damn tool, waiting to be used." Every word just seemed to stack upon each other and finally you were at your breaking point. All the pent up anger rushing through you, causing you to drop the plate, hands shaking like crazy. 

Luckily no one was in the house, so it would be a peaceful quick clean up, or so you thought. Quickly fetching the broom you swept the glass up and threw it away, double checking the floor that there was no glass to be seen in fear of Hoyt stepping on a giant shard. Sure he deserved it, but the harsh things that came from his mouth was another story and one for sure you did not want to hear. Footsteps came from the basement, rushing up to see what the commotion was. It was only Tommy who appeared in the doorway and making his way towards you, checking to see if you had any cuts from the glass.

"Hon I'm okay. Just nerves." You responded smiling up at the large man that was in front of you.He peered down and rested his head against yours and took your hands in his rather large ones as if to say, "I got you. I'm here for you." 

Thomas wasn't a man for words, his presence seemed enough for the time being as he stayed there with you to help you ease your anxiety and anger. He knew Hoyt could be such a pain at times. Taking out all his anger and frustration on somebody who he deemed to be weak and could easily be put into submission by him. Although, something seemed different about today.

A loud slam came from the front door, making Thomas lift his head up and listen to the sound of footsteps that were making their way down the hallway. It was Hoyts. As if I'm cue, Hoyt stood in the doorway, a sick grin on his face as he walked over to the chair to interrupt your time with Thomas. 

Thomas have your hands a quick squeeze before excusing himself down into the basement to get back to work, he himself didn't feel like listening to what Hoyt had to say this particular day. Turning to the sink you began to distract yourself by preparing to wash the dishes in hopes of Hoyt just leaving you alone since you were doing your house chores for the day. 

"I see you two love birds were having a moment." Hoyt waited and watched for you to respond. It was only a matter of time before he had you cracking, but you'd be damned if you were gonna give in or show how you were dying on the inside because of him.

"Did you hear me? Or are you just choosing to be a bitch?" 

You didn't turn around, only keeping the circular motion of your hand as you washed the plate, making sure that it was clean and had no stains. Fortunately your hair was down so he couldn't see you clench your jaw in anger. Oh how you had enough of his harassment, the abuse, all the bullshit that was constantly thrown your way. Why of all people does it need to be you! What did you do besides show his only son love and affection and the fact that he's not a monster!? 

Hoyt waiter and watched for any sign to see if he had struck a nerve. He leaned back in his chair and pulled out a cigarette. He struck the match and lit it, taking a deep breath in and out, before saying something that utterly bothered you down to your core.

"You know there hun, if Tommy didn't love you....you'd be long dead. Hell you'd be our supper that same day!" 

Shutting the sink off, you slammed the towel down on the counter before turning around, face red, knuckles white, eyes fueled with anger.

"You don't know shit. You don't know what the fuck love was if it hit you in the face. For fucks sake Hoyt,what did I do for you to berate me, abuse me, drag me down to the point of no return? The fact I truly and deeply care for Thomas? The fact that I don't treat him like a killing machine like you do? Anytime something goes wrong you pin point it in some one else to make it their fault when it wasn't! You use people and don't give a damn if they get hurt! Maybe for once be a man and do the right thing and admit to your own bullshit!"  For once you had finally broke. It took so long for the constant verbal abuse to make you break. The truth about how you really felt was out. Although Hoyt had "other plans."

He sat there with a stern look on his face, eye twitching as he quickly stood up and tapped his foot loudly on the floor. "You ain't nothing but a waste of space in this house! Don't do no providing! I do everything!" 

Thomas appeared in the doorframe and eyed you, who was now in tears. Without thinking he quickly wrapped you up in his arms and took you away to your shared bedroom. If only he'd stay to keep you company, you wouldn't have had to deal with that man. Although he was rather proud of you for speaking your mind. No he couldn't say it, but he was gonna keep you company the entire night to be sure that he knew that you knew he was proud.

The next few days were rather...heavy. Not coming to the dinner table when it was supper time, not spending time with the family, not keeping miss Luda Mae company when she did her sewing on the front porch or make sweet tea when it was mid day. Thomas knew it was tearing you apart, how you stayed in bed for days and only moving when he came in to snuggle with you or make sure you ate and drank some water. What he didn't know was how much Hoyt had affected you and how you were beginning to think that Thomas could have killed you if he wanted to. No...it wasn't true, was it? Thomas was a caring man, a hard working and kind man.

It was nighttime and Thomas had finally climbed into bed with you, but this time it was different. You didn't bother to scoot back into him to have his arms wrapped around you, you didn't turn around to kiss him, you didn't turn around to even look at him. It hurt him to see you like this. It hurt him to not receive your affection when he loved you with his whole heart. He gently shook your arm and waited for you to turn around. Nothing. He shook your arm again and finally you had turned around, sitting up to lean against the bed frame to support yourself. Tears had begun to make their way down your face as you sniffles quietly. Thomas sat up and held your left hand, awaiting for you to speak.

"Thomas?" You said through the hiccups.

He hummed in response.

"Do you love me? Do you keep me around for company?" 

He paused for a moment. Did Hoyt hurt you that bad? How could he have not have seen it....He moved so he could pull you into his lap, and have you curled up on his chest as he began to sign to you. "I cloud never hurt you, you have taught me to love and to forgive when accidents happen. You have showed kindness when others have not. Love when there was none. And light when there was darkness. One can not simply describe the good you have done for not only me, but this family as well. I'd die to keep you safe. What Hoyt says means nothing. He doesn't have what we have. He is not us." 

No words could express the feeling that was swelling up in your heart. The admiration that this man has for you was beyond anything you had ever seen before. He didn't give a damn what Hoyt thought of you, he only cared of what you thought of you. A quiet sigh came from you as you leaned up to give Thomas a kiss. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, as if keeping you safe from the world around you. He wasn't going to let his ray of sunshine hide behind dark clouds anymore.

#Thomas hewitt #thomas Hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #slasher community #Texas chainsaw massacre #Leather face #leather face x reader

[soft-edging-kittens]

I broke my "fast"....

I'd only been denied for a week and had been thinking of trying longer, but as I was laying there, on my side, thighs squeezing my hand against me, a few things happened.

Starter:

One of my Kittens reached out, after seeing a horny post, with the question:

Do you need anything to help you Miss?

They ask me this occasionally and I know I can request lewds or nudes whenever I want, so I took pity and let them, although I made it clear I was only going to use them to edge to.

I got a cute video, of them holding their semi-hard dick, stroking in gentle circular motions.

God I love watching that. Imagining being stood behind them and what it would feel like in my hand. Or kneeling in front, telling them they can't cum.

I was already starting to feel a little domme and so asked when they'd last cum, thinking I could instruct them.

It turned out to be minutrs earlier, to one of my stories. I asked which to find out it was a submission, so instead I made them send an anon to the submitter, telling her theu'd cum to that post.

I gave them one of my audio links as reward for doing so.

Main course:

I reached out to @sh0rtsh1tsw0rld to ask if she liked the Anon, and we got talking about some of the other responses I've had to that post and how she should send another.

How revealing may I be in a submission?

That depends if you want me to post it, or just enjoy it in private.

For my blog I'm careful not to post anything that might get flagged. Some of my more exhibitionist followers will also send me the ruder versions as inspiration.

Sat in my inbox is a gif of her from behind, dry humping in some sort of red body suit. In my messages though, a similar video but naked, butt wiggling and rocking back and forth, just enough hidden my bedding.

I was tempted to break there and then, and told her as much, except... I'd kind if offered the orgasm to someone already, in exchange for something. I explained the situation, but said I'd use them later anyway.

Use me all you want. It honestly makes me want to send you more, in hopes that you can't hold off until receiving her video Mhmm. Kinda curious how far you'd push it.

By now I was on my back, legs spread, micro-edging because I was so sensitive.

Another gif, from behind again, except this time full view of her holding a toy between her legs, and I'm watching her fuck it and without warning...

I cum

fuck it was so intense, my whole body shaking and juddering, fingers working me through, I feel myself go light headed and my phone falls out my hand, and I collapse.

It takes a moment before I grab the phone to say I came. It took a good five minutes to stop aching and be able to start to move properly. I think I was wobbly on my legs for another five after that.

I still can't believe how intense it was. As much as I like having the domme mojo back, I might have to do the denial thing again from time to time.

#me #mine #personal #cumfession

[lokahjarta]

Tags on my blog for Loki:

Gender Outlaw!!! - trans, genderqueer, drag associations

Tag Origin: TransSisters: Transsexual Feminist Journal

The Red String - entanglement, quantum entanglement, fate, binding. See also tags: Inn Bundi Áss, You Catch More Fish With a Net

Tag Origin: East Asian Folklore, Kabbalah

In a Dream, Are All the Characters Really You? - liminality of story, narrative and storytelling. Overlap with Odin UPG. See also: Tell Me The Story

Tag Origin: Twin Peaks Original Run: The Log Lady Intros, Ep. 9, Season 2, Ep. 1

Eternal Recurrence: regeneration, rebirth, and the endless cycle. The cyclical nature of life. Jormungandr. See also: Here I Go Falling Down, Down, Down

Classical Antiquity Philosophy, Friedrich Nietzche

You Catch More Fish with a Net: fish, water, nets, binding, catching, and keeping

Folk Saying

Who Owl You? - owl associations. Local cultus. Overlap with Odin UPG.

Tag Origin: N/A, original

Gammleiđ - Loki's name meaning "vulture path"  See also; Fjađrhamr “falcon cloak”

Old Norse Kennings for Loki

I am the Wound - highly personal UPG. Overlap with Odin.

Tag Origin: original

Where the Light Leaks Through - highly personal UPG. Overlap with multiple deities.

Tag Origin: original

I am the Horse I am the Rider - horses, Sleipnir, divine possession. Overlap with Odin.

Tag Origin: original

I am the House I am the Fire - burning buildings, funeral pyres, horsing, divine possession.

Tag Origin: original

God of G**n*ng - highly sexual content. Extreme debauchery and pursuit of hedonism.

Tag Origin (NSFW): (Urban Dictionary)

Lokean Shitpost Gang - low humor and memes, original posts, shitposting

Tag Origin: original

O Be Joyful - finding hope among immense despair. Beauty from pain. All is not lost. Keep fighting the good fight.

Tag Origin: intoxicating drink, Shovels & Rope - O Be Joyful

Here I Go Falling Down, Down, Down - mysticism itself. Wandering, especially down unknown and circular paths. Jormungandr. See also, eternal recurrence.

Tag Origin: Wanda Jackson - Funnel of Love, Sqürl cover version

Cardiophagy - gore. Heart eating.

Tag Origin: eating of the heart of Gullveig

Hjarta - hearts.

Tag Origin: Old Norse meaning “heart”

Rheingold - treasure.

Tag Origin: Wagner’s Ring Cycle, Das Rheingold

The Part of Me That's You Will Never Die - horsing and divine possession. Becoming another being. Maintaining personhood while allowing for another. Godwed.

Tag Origin: Lady Gaga - Always Remember Us This Way

Berserker - overlap with Odin. Counter culture punk movements, specifically crustpunk.

Tag Origin: Berserker

That's What We Call the Nick Cave to Loki Pipeline - a way too long catch all for trad goth associations, particularly The Birthday Party and The Bad Seeds, Bauhaus, and Alien Sex Fiend

Tag Origin: original

Girls Who Die in Rivers: intensely personal UPG. Lady of Shalott, Ophelia, Laura Palmer. The pervasive nature of mythic storytelling throughout history. Overlap with Odin and Artemis. See also: Many Waters, I am the Wound

Tag Origin: original

I was the Girl - folklore associations. Monstrous husband folklore. East of the Sun, West of the Moon; Cupid and Psyche; The Black Bull of Norway

Tag Origin: Nancy Willard - East of the Sun and West of the Moon, Animal as Bridegroom Folklore

Don't Look At Me Like That - clairvoyance, “seeing all one’s own mischance”

Tag Origin: Lady Gaga - Monster

Ungeheueren Ungeziefer - becoming, especially the becoming of something monstrous

Tag Origin: Franz Kafka - The Metamorphosis

The First to Sleaze - gamblers, ramblers, and backbiters. Back alley tricksters. Overlap with Odin.

Tag origin: original

Heart of a Supernova - cosmic bodies, Lokabrenna, stars, particularly supernova and star death entropy

Tag origin: original

And Yet Here We Are - apocalypse and disaster. Survival at all costs.

Tag Origin: @normal-horoscopes post (x)

I just err; baby I do; I error - cringe. Playing the fool. Cringe content and cringe associations. Embarrassment and humiliation associations.

Tag Origin: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Do You Love Me?

Come Find Me Here - the literal finding of the gods in story, song, and other avenues beyond myths. Poetry, literature, film, television, etc. Odin's parallel tag: the mind is a detective

Tag Origin: Peregrine

God of Horror - horror, especially but not limited to, cosmic and psychological body horror associations. Final girl associations. Survival at all costs.

Tag Origin: original

Where the Falling Angel meets the Rising Ape - angels, creation of humanity, mankind, greater beings and conceptualizing gods and myth

Tag Origin: Death, Discworld - The Hogfather

Tags for Odin:

The Mind is a Detective - cops and robbers, putting the pieces together, overarching picture, solving a mystery. Association with detectives. Dale Cooper, Columbo, the CCG. Loki's parallel tag: Come Find Me Here

Tag Origin: David Lynch quote

Where Theres One Theres Two/Where There's Smoke/There's Fire - a two man con. Places where Loki and Odin occur together. 

Tag origin: Folk sayings

Got a Light? - Astral travel, travel between the nine worlds, the communication and dissemination of mythic storytelling, hiding in plain sight.  Primarily catalogued on Babylon Candle.

Tag Origin: Twin Peaks: The Return, Ep. 8

See also: Babylon Candle

Tag origin: Folk Song/Nursery Rhyme, Neil Gaiman - Stardust

CEASELESS WATCHER COME DOWN FROM HLIDSKJALF - catch all for Odin.

Tag Origin: The Magnus Archives - The Eye

#Loki #Lokean #UPG #SPG #Tag Guide

[whoreforthemandalor]

the waves clasp one another (chapter one)

Pairing: Ezra x afab!reader (no physical descriptions, no y/n)

Series Rating: M for now, will be updated to E in later chapters and will be tagged as such

Chapter Rating: T, but this blog is 18+ so MINORS SCRAM

Tags/Content Warnings for Series: SLOW BURN!!; adventure; peril; discussions of disease; canon typical violence; thalassophobia tw; Ezra is his own warning. EVENTUAL SMUT.

Tags/Content Warnings for Chapter: mentions of PTSD symptoms; guilt.

Series Summary: When Cee is required to complete an internship to graduate from The Euphrate, Ezra insists on accompanying her off-world. You are a conservationist with a vested interest in preventing a mass outbreak of a transmissible brain disease, and your new intern has brought along a companion. When things suddenly go sideways, will all three of you make it out alive?

Chapter Summary: Cee has a decision to make.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: OKAY SO I have been working on this fic since the beginning of April 2022 and I have four chapters (mostly) written so far, with at least a rough outline for the entire story. I’m thinking this will end up being about 20-25k words when it’s done but who knows where the tides will take us! HUGE THANKS to @imtryingmybeskar​ @pentechnics​ and @ejacutastic for allowing me to scream in your inboxes like a cornered raccoon for the past several months <3 This is my love letter to one (1) trash goblin, Mister Ezra Prospect himself <333 also, while I have done quite a lot of Research on the themes in this story, I am by no means an expert so let’s just roll with it, shall we?

A/N #2: My main blog is @tentacruels so I will interact from there!

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Chapter One:

The annoyance in Ezra’s apartment was palpable any time the subject of Cee’s imminent departure came up.

“Ez, I really don’t think you need to come with me. It’s just six weeks, I’ll be back before you even have time to notice I'm gone. You’d be bored to death waiting around for me to have down time, this planet doesn't really have anything else to do, other than whale watching,” Cee said with mild irritation, not looking up from her notebook where she was scribbling reminders for the upcoming trip. It was the fifth time in two days that she and Ezra had rehashed this particular portion of their argument, or non-contestable disagreement, as Ezra had taken to calling it.

“Now, little bird, you and I are both acutely aware that I would be more restless than a sea of ferns in a dust storm if I sent you off into that wild yonder with nary a way to communicate with me for the entirety of your trip,” Ezra drawled with a simmering frustration, hip popped out and hand akimbo. He shifted on his feet, hovering near where Cee’s legs were propped up on the arm of the sofa. She glanced up at him for a moment, the stern look on his face causing Cee to roll her eyes and heave a long-suffering sigh.

This circular discussion had been going on for nearly a month at this point, ever since Cee told Ezra that she was required to participate in a work-study program during her last year at the Bowsum Conservatory. “Intergalactic Relations Concerning Native Species Conservation'' was a previously unknown passion for Cee and also necessary accreditation in order to pursue a career in eco-journalism after her graduation the following year. The unconventional timing of Cee joining the Conservatory upon her return from the Green Moon with Ezra a year and a half prior meant that she had quite a lot of catching up to do in order to graduate on time with her peers. This work-study was something that her fellow classmates had finished during the previous year, and although the aurelac that they had managed to bring back from that ill-fated trip had been enough to secure a place for Cee’s education and an apartment for Ezra in The Ephrate near enough to Cee’s housing, the haul hadn’t been hefty enough to account for her entire education and she was loathe to drag out her graduation and drive up the cost.

Cee rationalized going on this trip alone as an opportunity to do something for herself, something to be proud of and look back on as a time in her life where she would be free to make her own decisions. She could admit to herself that, selfishly, she wanted to temporarily forget about the specter of guilt hanging over her head that permanently disabling Ezra had draped over her. 

Yes, she had saved his life in the long run, and for that Ezra had thanked her many times and many ways over in the intervening time spent in safety, but there were occasions when she could hardly bear to live with herself. When she stayed with Ezra on weekends or on a longer break from school, she had noticed him struggling to cope with the loss of his dominant arm while trying to hide how much he was affected by it, and the self-loathing would rise in her throat like bile and make her legs itch to run away.

To that end (and not that Cee would ever admit to him), the short list of planets that she’d been interested in were all within the classification that Ezra had described with loving, if verbose, detail as being similar enough to his home planet of Terra. He had gone through the listings with her at the start, either scoffing at the pathetic photos listed by the ambassadors or thoughtfully considering what was on offer for each planet’s program. The majority were too superficial for Cee, mostly consisting of recording aggregations of native plants that were at no risk of being in danger from anything other than a hard frost at the designated season change. But one had finally caught both their eyes about a week prior. 

Chelroth.

There were more than enough things right with this planet to capture Ezra’s attention. It wasn’t exactly like Terra, but it was a planet that could sustain a human populace without killing it, covered in water and teeming with life. Cee had immediately decided on submitting her application for this program, knowing at the very least that the prospect of being a member of an endangered creature’s species rehabilitation program would fulfill the requirements and bolster her credentials. The fact that the creatures she would be working with were small, soft and cuddly-looking cemented her desire to be accepted into the program. When her application had been approved two weeks before her scheduled departure, her excitement had risen to a feverish pitch while Ezra seemed to sink down into unfathomable doldrums.

“You know exactly where I’ll be the entire time I’m gone,” Cee murmured in a soothing tone, giving Ezra a wry smile that he didn’t return. “It’s only a day’s shuttle ride from here, it’s got breathable air, and I’ll be with someone experienced. You really don’t have anything to worry about, other than missing me.”

“Cee.”

“What, Ezra.” 

He hesitated for just a moment. His dark eyes skittered away from her to look past the hanging plants in the living room window, eyes focused on the dark sky outside the tiny apartment. 

That caught her attention. Normally, when Ezra had something to say, words flowed out of him like a broken faucet. But now? The fact that he seemed to pause to choose his words carefully made Cee’s ears prick up, and she closed her notebook to give him her full attention.

“You know how apprehensive I am about you flying solo on this trip. I understand your reasons, but this old man will truly only feel useful if he’s put to the test once more before you leave this little nest entirely.” Ezra ruffled his hand through his hair, making his bright blond birthmark stick up wildly. “Little bird, I wouldn’t be able to carry on in this mortal coil if something happened to you and I knew that I could have been there to prevent it.”

Cee’s heart clenched, thinking of leaving Ezra to his own devices and anxieties while she was off having an adventure. His desire for companionship and conversation didn’t often shred up on the ragged edges of her heart like this, but knowing how terribly lonely he had been on the Green before they had stumbled across one another, how starved he had been for any kind of connection beyond the proximate closeness of another person, tugged on those frayed strings. She physically felt her heart soften and was quiet for a long moment, contemplating the options laid before her. 

On the one hand, she truly did want the opportunity to spread her metaphorical wings and experience life out in the vast galaxy without the crutch of anyone to help, anyone to make the smartest choices, anyone to be looking out for her. Cee knew better than anyone how hard Ezra tried to look out for his own.

And yet, Cee remembered the way Damon, her father, had crashed through time and space with little regard to the way it completely devastated her. Damon had been primarily driven by grief, then by ego, and finally by greed. Cee’s mother’s death had caused an irreparable rift in the relationship between the grown man and the precocious child, one that Cee had never truly forgiven him for. With Ezra though, it felt like the empty space in her soul, that a parent was meant to fill, was healing. She didn’t want to jeopardize that relationship by being callous to him now.

Cee hemmed and hawed, tapping the pointer finger of one hand on her chin as she pretended to consider for a moment longer. It was almost amusing to watch Ezra twist himself into knots, knowing he had a point but not truly being able to force her into seeing things his way. Cee knew that Ezra fully respected her and her ability to make decisions, which is why she figured he would be alright with a few…caveats.

“Alright Ez, you can come with me. There’s kind of a lot of paperwork to fill out so-”

“Birdie, whatever I must do to keep you safe is no burden to me,” Ezra interrupted. His grin was infectious in his triumph, making Cee shake her head and belly laugh at how quickly his mood shifted from concern to elation.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm! Can you keep that same energy when I give you the rules for how this trip’s gonna go?” Cee watched as Ezra’s face fell from unrestrained joy to cautious suspicion, and her own smile only grew. Cee pulled her legs off the arm of the sofa and spun around slightly to make room for Ezra to sit down, pulling herself up fully and patting the seat beside her. She waited for him to sit before picking up the tablet on the low table in front of the couch that she had been using to scroll through the packing lists for her program and opening up a blank document.

“I know you’re the one with experience in this kind of situation, but this whole trip is meant to get me ready for what I’ll be up against once I’m done with school and actually out in the field. So!” Cee clapped her hands together, making Ezra jump slightly at the sudden noise. The twinge of immediate guilt for accidentally triggering his adrenaline had her placing a gentle hand on his left bicep. “Sorry, Ez, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Don’t fret birdie, I presume that I’ll need to get reacquainted with the unexpected if I’m to join you on your adventure. You don’t need to concern yourself with this jumpy old fellow,” Ezra said gently, awkwardly angling his arm to cover Cee’s hand with his own, and giving a reassuring squeeze. Cee smiled thinly, wondering if she would regret this down the line.

“Have you tried swimming with just one arm yet?”

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Sparkling Savings: Up to 25% Off on Half Eternity Wedding Band from Grand Diamonds

Introduction

As wedding bells ring and love fills the air, Grand Diamonds invites you to embark on a journey of elegance and savings with our exclusive Black Friday Sale. Elevate your special day with our stunning Half Eternity Wedding Band, designed to symbolize everlasting love. In this blog post, we'll explore the beauty of wedding bands, the allure of Half Eternity Bands, and the irresistible discounts of up to 25% off during our spectacular Black Friday Sale.

Unveiling the Allure of Wedding Bands

Wedding bands hold a special place in the hearts of couples, representing the eternal bond forged on their wedding day. These circular symbols of love have transcended time, evolving in style and design to match the tastes and preferences of each generation. At Grand Diamonds, we understand the significance of this timeless accessory and present an exquisite collection that seamlessly blends tradition with contemporary elegance.

The Half Eternity Wedding Band

A Symbol of Timeless Love: Among our curated collection, the Half Eternity Wedding Band stands out as a captivating choice for couples seeking a balance between sophistication and modern aesthetics. This design features a row of meticulously set diamonds that partially encircle the band, symbolizing the unending journey of love. The exquisite craftsmanship of Grand Diamonds ensures that each Half Eternity Wedding Band is a masterpiece, radiating brilliance and charm.

Black Friday Sale Extravaganza

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Unlocking the Savings

How to Avail Up to 25% Off: Securing your dream Half Eternity Wedding Band for women at a discounted rate during our Black Friday Sale is a breeze. Simply browse our online collection, choose the design that speaks to your heart, and apply the designated discount code at checkout. Watch as the price magically reduces, making your dream ring even more irresistible. It's the perfect opportunity to invest in quality craftsmanship and timeless beauty while enjoying significant savings.

Why Choose Grand Diamonds?

At Grand Diamonds, we go beyond providing stunning jewelry – we craft stories that last a lifetime. Here are a few reasons why couples trust us for their most important purchase:

Exceptional Quality: Each Half Eternity Wedding Band is crafted with precision and care, using the finest materials to ensure longevity and brilliance.

Customization Options: Personalize your symbol of love with our customization options, allowing you to create a wedding band that reflects your unique style.

Expert Guidance: Our knowledgeable team is dedicated to helping you find the perfect ring. Whether you're shopping online or in-store, expect unparalleled service from Grand Diamonds.

Ethical Sourcing: We are committed to ethical sourcing practices, ensuring that every diamond in our collection adheres to the highest standards of quality and responsibility.

Conclusion

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The Evolution of Wedding Rings for Women: Modern Trends and Styles

Wedding rings for women have come a long way from their traditional roots, evolving to reflect the changing tastes, preferences, and values of modern brides. Today, these rings offer a world of possibilities, with contemporary trends and styles that cater to individuality and personal expression. In this blog, we will explore the evolution of wedding rings for women and delve into the modern trends and styles that are shaping the future of these cherished symbols of love and commitment.

Wedding Rings for Women: A Symbol of Love and Personal Style Wedding rings have been a universal symbol of love, unity, and commitment for centuries. While the essence of their symbolism remains constant, the designs and materials have evolved to reflect the changing times.

The Traditional Roots Traditional wedding rings for women were often simple bands made of yellow gold, symbolizing the unending circle of love and the eternity of marriage. They were a testament to tradition, simplicity, and enduring commitment.

The Modern Evolution In the modern era, wedding rings for women have seen a remarkable evolution, embracing new materials, styles, and designs that align with the diverse tastes and values of contemporary brides.

Modern Trends and Styles Let's explore some of the modern trends and styles that have become popular among brides:

Minimalism Minimalist wedding rings feature clean lines, simple bands, and understated elegance. These rings emphasize the beauty of simplicity, making them a popular choice among brides who appreciate subtlety.

Vintage and Antique Vintage-inspired wedding rings offer a touch of nostalgia and romance. These rings often feature intricate details, such as filigree, milgrain, and vintage settings, that transport brides to a bygone era.

Alternative Gemstones While diamonds remain a classic choice, modern brides are increasingly drawn to alternative gemstones like sapphires, emeralds, and morganites. These vibrant stones add a pop of color and personalization to their rings.

Customization Customized wedding rings allow brides to create one-of-a-kind pieces that reflect their personal stories and values. Customization options include choosing the metal, gemstones, and unique designs.

Stacking Rings Stacking multiple rings has become a fashionable trend, allowing brides to mix and match different bands to create a unique and personalized bridal set. This style is versatile and can evolve over time as more bands are added to celebrate milestones.

Ethical and Sustainable Choices Many modern brides are seeking wedding rings that align with their ethical and sustainable values. They are opting for eco-friendly materials, ethically sourced gemstones, and recycled metals to reduce the environmental impact of their rings.

Geometric Shapes Geometric shapes like hexagons, triangles, and marquise cuts are becoming increasingly popular as the focal point of wedding ring designs. These shapes add a contemporary and artistic touch to the traditional circular band.

Conclusion The evolution of wedding rings for women reflects the changing desires and values of modern brides. While the traditional circular band remains a classic symbol of love and commitment, contemporary trends and styles have opened up a world of possibilities for customization and personal expression.

Whether brides embrace minimalism, opt for vintage-inspired designs, choose alternative gemstones, customize their rings, or explore moral and sustainable options, their wedding rings become not just symbols of love but also reflections of their unique personalities and values. In this modern era, wedding rings for women are more than pieces of jewelry; they are symbols of individuality, love, and the beautiful journey ahead as married couples.

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Diamond Wedding Bands: Symbolising Eternal Love And Timeless Elegance

A wedding band is not merely a piece of jewellery; it is a profound symbol of love and commitment between two individuals. And when that wedding band is adorned with brilliant diamonds, it becomes an exquisite expression of eternal love and timeless elegance. Also, diamond wedding bands have become increasingly popular choices for couples seeking a blend of sophistication, beauty, and lasting value in their cherished symbol of unity.

 In this blog, we will explore the allure of diamond wedding bands, their significance, and the factors to consider when choosing the perfect one to celebrate the bond of a lifetime.

The Significance of Diamond Wedding Bands

Diamonds are often referred to as "a girl's best friend," but when they are incorporated into wedding bands; they hold a profound meaning for both partners. The symbolism of a diamond's durability and brilliance reflects the strength and everlasting nature of the couple's commitment to one another. The circular shape of the wedding band further reinforces the idea of eternal love, with no beginning and no end.

Diamond wedding bands are also a testament to the couple's journey together. Each diamond represents a milestone, a shared memory, or a special moment in their relationship. The diamonds become a cherished reminder of the bond they have built and the future they will forge together.

Types of Diamond Wedding Bands

There is a wide range of diamond wedding bands available, catering to diverse tastes and preferences. Couples can choose from various designs, settings, and diamond shapes to find the perfect representation of their love story.

Classic Diamond Wedding Bands: Timeless and elegant, classic diamond wedding bands feature a row of diamonds set in a simple and traditional band. This design complements any engagement ring and pairs beautifully with other jewellery.

Eternity Diamond Wedding Bands: Eternity bands boast diamonds that encircle the entire ring, symbolising unending love. These bands are visually striking and radiate an air of luxury and opulence.

Channel-Set Diamond Wedding Bands: In channel-set bands, diamonds are secured within a groove, providing a smooth and sleek appearance. This design not only showcases the diamonds beautifully but also offers protection against wear and tear.

Pave Diamond Wedding Bands: Pave bands feature a multitude of small diamonds closely set together to create a sparkling surface that resembles a continuous line of diamonds. These bands exude a captivating brilliance and add a touch of glamour to the finger.

Choosing the Perfect Diamond Wedding Band

Selecting the ideal diamond wedding band involves several factors, each contributing to the overall beauty and significance of the piece.

Diamond Quality: Pay close attention to the 4 Cs of diamonds – cut, colour, clarity, and carat weight. The cut determines the diamond's brilliance, while the colour and clarity affect its purity and brilliance. The carat weight denotes the diamond's size.

Metal Choice: Choose a metal that complements your skin tone and lifestyle. Popular choices include white gold, yellow gold, rose gold, platinum, and palladium. Each metal has its unique characteristics and appeal.

Band Design: Consider the design that aligns with your personal style and preferences. Whether you prefer a classic, vintage, or modern design, ensure it complements your engagement ring and is comfortable to wear daily.

Ring Size: Ensure that the ring size is accurate for a comfortable and secure fit. Most jewellers offer resizing services, but it's best to get it right from the start.

Budget: Set a budget that aligns with your financial capacity. Diamond wedding bands are available in a range of price points, so you can find a beautiful band that fits your budget.

Conclusion

Diamond wedding bands encapsulate the essence of love, commitment, and everlasting beauty. Their brilliance and significance make them a perfect symbol of the enduring bond between two individuals embarking on a lifelong journey together. Whether you opt for a classic design or a more elaborate eternity band, the allure of diamond wedding bands will never fade. 

As you exchange these timeless treasures on your special day, you create a lasting legacy that will shine bright for generations to come.

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Beyond Traditional: Non-Traditional Shapes for Custom Wedding Invitations Design

When it comes to planning a wedding, couples are increasingly seeking unique and personalized elements that reflect their individuality. One area where creativity and innovation can shine is in the design of custom wedding invitations. While traditional rectangular or square invitations are timeless, non-traditional shapes offer a fresh and exciting twist, setting the tone for a truly memorable celebration. In this blog post, we will explore non-traditional shapes for custom wedding invitations, allowing couples to express their style and leave a lasting impression on their guests.

xCircular Invitations:

Break away from the conventional and opt for circular wedding invitations that instantly capture attention. A circular shape symbolizes unity and eternity, making it a meaningful choice for a wedding celebration. Whether you choose a single circular card or a layered design, the uniqueness of this shape will undoubtedly make a statement.

Die-Cut Designs:

Embrace the world of intricate die-cutting to create custom wedding invitations that defy traditional boundaries. From ornate lace-like patterns to whimsical shapes that reflect your wedding theme, die-cut invitations offer endless possibilities for creativity. Think floral motifs, geometric patterns, or even silhouettes that represent you as a couple.

Geometric Invitations:

Geometric shapes have gained popularity in contemporary wedding designs, offering a modern and stylish aesthetic. Triangles, hexagons, or even irregular polygonal shapes can be incorporated into your custom invitations, adding a touch of sophistication and uniqueness. Geometric invitations can be further enhanced with metallic accents or foiling to create a truly luxurious feel.

Gatefold Invitations:

For couples looking to make a grand entrance, gatefold invitations provide a theatrical and luxurious presentation. These invitations open like a set of double doors, revealing the wedding details within. With the ability to customize the design and adorn the gatefold with ribbons, wax seals, or decorative elements, this style offers an elegant and memorable experience for your guests.

Laser-Cut Silhouettes:

Laser-cutting technology allows for intricate and precise designs, including beautiful silhouettes that reflect your love story. From the outlines of your favorite city skyline to the shapes of beloved pets or meaningful symbols, laser-cut silhouettes infuse a personalized touch into your wedding invitations. The delicate and intricate nature of these designs adds an air of sophistication and artistry.

Conclusion

Custom wedding invitations are an opportunity to showcase your unique style and set the tone for your special day. By exploring non-traditional shapes for your invitations, such as circular designs, die-cut patterns, geometric shapes, gatefold presentations, or laser-cut silhouettes, you can create invitations that truly stand out. These unconventional shapes add a sense of creativity, elegance, and personality that will leave a lasting impression on your guests. Let your imagination soar and choose a custom wedding invitations design that reflects your love story and sets the stage for an unforgettable wedding celebration.

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