#Carmen ☕

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OMG OMG MORRI HI

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?? I AM SO EXCITED TO COME BACK

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CARMEN HIIIIII!!!!!!!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

I've been pretty good!!!! This year is (hopefully, barring some weird bullshit) my last year of university, and then it's on to a master's program, which is kind of terrifying but also very fun. (The idea of living in another state and being a Real Adult is scary, but also a little exciting?? I will miss all my cats though.)

I'm going to a really big and awesome zoo with my dad on Thursday, and perk of being a zoology major is that one of my friends works there and got us free tickets!!! Last year when we went I think we walked uhhhh 8 miles??? Just inside the zoo, which is kind of insane. Unfortunately this year it's going to be almost 90 degrees (32 Celsius), which is going to suck a bit, but it'll be worth it!!

I haven't been doing a lot of writing, sadly, though. Most of the writing I've done in the past several months has been me rewriting a few choice moments from my Dungeons & Dragons sessions into a full prose format. I love doing it and it makes me happy, but I do really miss writing my fully original work. I'm hoping to get back to that at some point in the (hopefully near) future.

OH, AND THE BIGGEST THING!!!! I've been doing a shit ton of driving practice and my test to get my license is in a few weeks. (I'm 20, which is really late to get your license for most people, but I had big anxiety about driving for a long time, so I procrastinated.)

How have you been doing???? I'm so glad you're back!!! I've missed talking to you and seeing you on my dash!

[rose-bookblood]

coffee sweater and mask for any of your OCs you want!!! have a good day/night Rose!!!

@ink-fireplace-coffee

(ps: have I told you I went to Florence a few weeks ago and got scammed???)

Send me an October ask for my OCs.

Hi, Carmen! I'm sorry, you WHAT

(I used an online name wheel to choose the characters.)

coffee: would your OC jump in puddles? would they go out of their way to crunch dry leaves when walking?

Victoria would 100% jump in puddles and stomp on dry leaves to hear the crunching. When they go on a run, you bet every break is spent like that.

sweater: pick an OC. Describe us their usual autumn attire.

Lily has THE dark academia Fall aesthetic, and she's deeply aggravated that she can't wear her turtlenecks year-round. Her go-to is a form-fitting plaid skirt in brown tones, black stockings, brown Oxford shoes and wine red turtleneck.

mask: tell us about your OCs' halloween costumes!

Annabelle would definitely wear a vampire costume. She already dresses in all black, so she would probably pick some clothes she already owns, add fake canines and then paint her lips red with fake blood drops.

Thanks for the ask, Carmen! (Please elaborate on the Florence scam)

[delicrieux]

—𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, ch.4: normal people

pairing—carmy berzatto x f!reader   genre—drama, romance, age gap, boss/employee relationship   warnings for this chapter—anxiety, blood, swearing word count—3k

carmen fights inner demons

author’s note: he’s such a virgin i want him so bad

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important! some of the dialogue scenes are written as a script & dialogues that overlap are marked in [] <3  

between texas and oklahoma, a deep gash slices the atlas into two – the red river. it winds through the southern states and laps at its shores, murky copper waters diluted by the sand and grass, unsettling nearing the middle, inky in the night with rippling watercolor lights reflecting from the city that are so bleak in the day.

it's red to carmen.

dripping, gurgling, gushing from a soft palm onto the wrist and snaking downward, marking tattooed monuments and building new roads.

"fuck," the knife clatters on a messy workstation, and a hand cradles a hand and pulls up to look – look at what? the medical miracle of bleeding? careless action leads to unwanted consequences, and her expression shifts from confusion to something stuck between pain and surprise, and why is she gaping like a fucking idiot?

carmen: jesus [you okay?] sydney: does it hurt? [uh] let me [no] see richie: princess got a boo boo [fuck] woah [huh?] what the fuck? her: just scratch [what?] richie: you're bleeding on the fucking floor [hold on] sydney: you'll need stitches [wait] carmen, can you–

but he's already there, parting past the sea of people that flock around her like wayward birds at the promise of bread; squeezes past the gap between marcus and richie, all tense shoulders and stormy expression and he's too harsh for a situation so delicate. blue eyes gleam at the sight, the sheer audacity of it: she sliced her palm like a musician slices at the strings of their instrument. only once, but it's enough. it'll heal next to the line superstitious people proclaim fate, like a fork in the road, and maybe that's where it'll all go wrong.

sorry

"chef," sydney's voice, again, a calm echo over the cacophony of people offering condolences and drawling fucking ouch, "can you–"

"space, space, some fucking space." the hand with the hand pierced by a knife grabs at her wrist – sorry, fuck, i'm sorry  – and drags, not trying to be gentle, because he can't be gentle when the residue of a volcanic eruption pools between the cracks of his fingers.

to the sink, almost as quick as her hand had been to hurt, the tap flipped and, there, submerged under ice cold water that jolts up her bones, settles in the crevices, makes her shiver. his grip is numbing; lips pursed, nostrils flared, he watches the soft palm pale. glances at her, then, beside him, watching him watch her and fuck. i'm sorry.

can't look for long. "'s deep." he notes, quieter, to her only.

"how deep?" she asks, not cautious, not overtly blunt either, and to him it might as well be the mariana trench.

accidents happen, it's normal, especially where knifes are involved: sharp and pointy, pay attention to what you're fucking doing. still, a lecture seems unnecessary – it's birthed and buried on the tip of his tongue that suddenly wants to say so much. sorry. his heart drums anxiously, ready to flee. it's all music and her controlled breaths and the relentless rush of cold water.

"uh," blue eyes wander, liquid crystal in bleak kitchen lamps. there's blood soaking her sleeve and splattered on her linen apron. he tugs again, examining the new map carefully, "...'s, uh… not that deep." he finally concludes, but the scorn in his voice doesn't die down. maybe intensifies. he feels her pulse pound in his hand and his hold eases slightly.

"so i won't need stitches?"

"try not to sound too disappointed."

she quirks a small smile at that – he sees it in his peripherals, and it's almost enough to make him crack, too.

"hold it." it's less of a suggestion and more of a command. no nos. turns off the tap, "my office."

"there's a firs–"

"my office, chef."

inhales slowly, but the sound of water still rushes in his ears. he watches as she disappears around the corner, then glances at the crowd observing this whole ordeal, "what?" sharp, like an accusation, "get back to work."

they move like a well-oiled machine, returning to their stations. the scene of the crime remains untouched, as if they're scared to tamper with the evidence. he sighs, reels back a bit. washes his hands, slathers them generously with soap and rubs and rubs and rubs and he can wash the blood out but not what he's done.

i'll do it again. sorry

he'll never tell her, but she'll likely know, because his voice will betray him when he'll lay in bed with her, watching her drink coffee and fiddle with her phone, his thumb brushing over her cheek, "i like your pictures."

the office is a dim, dusty alcove, more broom closet than actual room: looming shelves with a thick layer of dust collected on top, a table sludged with papers chipped by the edges, a fan that doesn't work, a shit lamp that buzzes too loud at night, a plethora of sticky-note reminders, cigarette ashes sogging coffee grounds in the depths of a day's old cup. there's the chair in which she sits with her back straight and there's carmy in the threshold holding a first aid kid and there's mikey in the back where the shadows are the longest. don't.

he sets – smacks – the kit on the papers, and he doesn't clean up home because he never has any guests and he doesn't clean up here because no one stays for longer than 5 minutes. mikey left a mess, fuck, he can't tidy. can't, won't, his presence still douses this space, this isn't carmen's office.

"does it hurt?" carmen's attention is torn away from the corner, the endless expanse of a small room above her shoulder. you're so pretty.

she shakes her head, and she's lying, and he sees no point in believing her, but he sees no point in questioning her further, either, "lemme see."

he takes her hand again, but his hold is mild. maybe it's easier when it's just her.

his thumb presses on her fingers, opens the palm – shitty light, wound seems darker than it is, but not as severe as it appeared initially. clothing already. good. but his touch lingers, only a gentle brush down the side and over the strings of her wrist. only because he's sorry and he can't help himself.

clears his throat, makes the mistake of glancing at her and sees her looking up at him. it's in those eyes crowned by lashes, a swirl of light dancing around the pool, and maybe she's looking at him like that because she saw something slip from him, something that's usually hidden underneath taut muscle and a stiff jaw.

he doesn't know what it means, a part of him doesn't want to. but the air feels different now, no longer cigarettes and dust and mikey but carmen and his sweat and her and her perfume.

"keep, uh, hold it up for me."

she does, because it would be pointless to argue. he's made nothing but demands vaguely disguised as instructions. his shaky fingers fish out a white bandage and they continue shaking as he wraps. finishes with a neat knot and all, too.

he examines his handiwork the same way he examines the aesthetics of a dish brought for him to evaluate. he's got a critical eye for all things and he can't find a single flaw in her. so fucking pretty.

stop it.

there's dried blood on her forearm and a crescent moon by her elbow, teartracks up the bicep. they streak past her tattoos and into the unknown of her shoulder. so many pictures – are memories attached? he's sentimental, but would never admit it. each of his is with a meaning privy to him and him only.

roaming eyes halt by a tiny inked pastry. macaroon. it almost makes him smile, "you like those?"

her: oh, uh, yeah, i guess? my mom likes em, so carmen: does she have a, a matching? one? her: naaaaah [really?] no she, she isn't a real big fan of them, lost her fucking mind when i got my first four carmen: first four? [yeah] in one sitting? her: i mean, yeah, i [wow] carmen: it didn't hurt? her: wasn't so bad. this hurt more

"i make them. sometimes." she admits, but he already knows. "when i go to visit her. uhm, but, i'm really not a pastry chef, so, i'm, i don't know what i'm doing. can't tell if they taste good either since they're all coffee."

a small smile curls on the corner of his lips, "coffee? what's wrong with coffee?"

she grins, "no."

"what?" he's still holding her hand.

she snorts, "don't, don't tell me you're one of those people."

"one of those people?" his eyebrows flick upward.

"the ones that think coffee macaroons are delicious." her voice lilts with amusement. it's a breathy note.

he's not sure how to answer, but his voice lowers to match her timbre, "they're, well, they're, uh, a little bitter, but… i like em."

there's a pause.

carmen: but you like it? her: coffee? carmen:    yeah her: yes just carmen: not the macaroons? her: not the macaroons.

she doesn't like them because they remind her of nyc and the pastry shop her mom took her to after work. she was a kid, a real young thing, still needing a guide and still needing help to get on the seat. it's the touch, it's the trust, it's the dark brown interior with open windows filtering the sunlight in – so rare for a city so cloudy. she never goes down that street, takes a 15 minute roundabout. the sidewalk is marred by her small footsteps, lost without the click-clack of kitten heels beside her.

she'll make a batch for everyone at the restaurant a few weeks from now, bring it in on a saturday morning – strawberry for richie and tina, lemon for sydney, matcha for neil, almond for marcus, coffee for carmen. she'll knock on the door of his office and he'll look up and see her smiling and he'll smile, too. taste, then, and he'll tell her that they're good and it won't be because he's being nice but because they will be good, and she'll insist that he try pistachio because that one is her favorite and he will because by that time he won't be able to say no to her.

and when they're together, she'll always leave a few extra for him, until she won't, and when he'll ask her if she needs a ride to the hospital, something will crack underneath sleepless eyes and rigid weary features: "no."

he's still holding her hand.

overhead, the rhythmic drum of rain pours over the city. there's a squeak on the tiles of a slippery shoe, a methodic pounding that reverberates around, in and out. the tapping.

"carmen?" such a bleak face in the bleak backdrop of terror named therapy. the woman he deigned to trust handles that trust with care, never pushing further than he allows her, allows himself. he's mostly silent during their sessions, but even if his lips can't move, his body does the speaking for him. the tapping. stop fucking tapping your foot.

"yeah, yeah, i," blinks once, twice, thrice, and he suddenly can't stop, "i, i, i, uh," can't face her, can't face anything, fucking coward.

"breathe," she laments, too close and yet out of reach; her voice, a thin sheen of balm over bruises and wounds he doesn't want to heal, "have you been–"

"yes." he grits, quick, harsh, apologetic. turns from her, staring out the window – can't see nothing. it's raining. it's been raining a lot. "yes, i, i do. them. the exercises, i do them."

there's a pause in which the woman might smile or might not. "that's good," it isn't, "it's a good start." it's pathetic.

the white frame's like a picture. inside – bleak light and billowing clouds, a murky rendition of the city's landscape drowned underwater. he hears the clock ticking, he hears his foot tapping, and he hears the pelting on the glass. the last he can almost feel on his skin.

the downpour.

"shit."

the damp august air washes over him all at once, humid and cold simultaneously. he holds the backdoor of the kitchen open, squinting, car keys jingling on his finger. thunder rumbles somewhere not far off, and it's the only sound loud enough to pierce water hitting pavement.

he feels her against his shoulder rather than hears her, she and her curious expression scrunching into a wince. "no kidding."

"i'll give you a lift." he says.

"you sure?"

"you wanna fucking freeze or somethin?" no, she doesn't, and all socials were quick to inform of halted trains. the city's on lockdown from the storm, and the weathermen relayed this news with a stiff upper lip. it might ease up tomorrow morning, it may not, we have all the technology in the fucking world and still can't accurately predict the weather.

the tracks are too slippery, or something like that, she doesn't know because she only read the headline and trusted it as gospel. unsurprising, but he's not exactly complaining.

"where's your car?"

in a quick motion, he points into the murky distance, "uh, there. somewhere."

she grins, fixing the strap of her bag over her shoulder, head tilted slightly, inquisitive, playful almost, "we make a run for it?"

carmen can't help the smile that curls on his lips, and he regards her with raised brows, almost surprised by her suggestion but not opposed to it, "yeah? yes? do you have a, a jacket?" eyes flit over her, not lingering, not daring, "or, to cover yourself, you know."

"carmen it showed 93 degrees this morning," right. the question answers itself.

"then we run."

he moves first and she follows after and he's drenched in moments, wet hair sticking to his face and the harsh rain cold on his hot skin. behind him he hears the door slam shut and thunder rolling and her airy laugher getting lost in dark gray clouds. he looks at her from over his shoulder but he can't really see much with his eyes half-closed. he can't stop smiling.

he unlocks the car quickly, ducking inside, and she falls into the passenger's seat and for a moment it's just the laughter on her tongue and the rain and him breathing. she catches his gaze and water drips down his nose and it drips down her chin. the roof pounds and his heart pounds and he's overcome with an unbearable urge to kiss her.

he turns the ignition instead, pressing the heater, then the windshield wipers. "seatbelt," is all he says.

"yes, chef." she rasps, god, stop it. fingers curl tighter around the wheel. he hears the familiar click before he turns on the radio – too loud at first, it's fucking jarring, but then tones it a little, only to drown out the sound of her small breaths. his throat is dry and his lips are wet and he wipes away the water from his forehead before it drips down into his eyes.

don't look at her. "can you, uh, give me the address?"

"yes, yes, one sec," he sees her wiping her hand on the seat before she tries to use her phone. after a few more seconds, "okay, got it, where do–"

"gimmie," doesn't wait for an answer, blindly reaches for her phone, brushes warm skin against warm skin and pilfers the device. sets it by the mileage.

"not too far?" she asks, "you can drop me off somewhere closer."

"nah, need to go that way anyway," not really, but he won't tell her. needs to see sugar, though it's not that he's exactly looking forward to it. this trip is out of his way, but if he enters the highway, which he will, it doesn't really matter.

maybe it does. maybe it really fucking matters and he just doesn't realise it yet, doesn't want to. carmen's unreceptive to change, hardly notices when he's the instigator, and he usually is. for better or for worse.

she settles in her seat, head resting on the glass, and it can't be all that comfortable, but it looks somewhat endearing. maybe. he'd need to take a better look, so he does, and it's only a flit of his eyes to the expanse of her neck and down her shoulders and fuck, don't, god.

she's soaked. her shirt clings to her like second skin, almost translucent, and the fabric stretches across her chest, the round slopes of her tits and perked nipples. shit. sorry. you're so fucking pretty.

he tears his eyes away before she can catch him, clearing his throat, his whole body turning away from her as heat pools in his lower abdomen and his erection presses against his pants. fuck. tries to suppress his reaction, to push it back down where it belongs, but it's already too late.

the car shudders and his knuckles whiten and he's so distracted by the swell of blood between his legs that he barely notices that he's sweating. the air feels too fucking warm and he slams the heater off harsher than he intended. she startles. his jaw twinges.

"sorry," he mumbles, and he's not sure what he's apologizing for specifically. she doesn't say anything but her gaze weighs heavy on him, raking his arms and leaving goosebumps, and fuck, please, don't look at me, don't fucking look at me.

he chews on his bottom lip, elbow on the windowsill and palm against his hot cheek. his eyes flick to her phone and he almost groans – 20 more minutes of this, this, fuck, whatever this is.

the engine hums and the radio sings and the rain keeps pouring. he keeps glancing at her. can't stop himself, and each time he does it, he swears it's the last one. catches her eyes and she looks away first, too quickly, and he doesn't dare to hope, but maybe, just maybe, he isn't the only one feeling like this.

ch.5: dogtooth

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Paso por aquí para dejarte éste lindo detalle...quiero que sepas que te Amooo y que eres un ser maravilloso...nunca dejes de sonreír...

Por la mañana hazme saber de tu gran amor,

porque en ti he puesto mi confianza...

Señálame el camino que debo seguir,

porque a ti elevo mi alma...

(Salmos 143:8)... Amén...DTBM.!!🤵👰💍☕❤️🌹💋

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Aahh I love that you're drawing the spn ladies, I love them so much <333 Could you draw Carmen from 2x20? Thanks!!

Carmen Porter

[if anyone wants to support me ☕]

It was a little hard to draw her, I hope you like it. Thanks for the request <3

Requests still open, please don't repost

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komh thots

sir lewis carl davidson hamilton would officiate the union of his dear little sister and his co worker

they announce they're engaged and lewis is signing up to be an ordained minister, they cant stop him

in a similar vein, gina is making herself maid of honor and seb is making himself best man

one of my og thots was estie being best man but then i remembered the 5'9" 4x wdc german man and how he is one of mick's closest friends

i can see george william russell worming his way into being in the wedding party as a groomsman and him dragging carmen into the wedding party as well

and then we can have roscoe as ring bearer and angie as flower girl

WAIT LAURA MAGNUSSEN AS FLOWER GIRL ALONGSIDE ANGIE AND JACK WOLFF AS A FELLOW RING BEARER ALONGSIDE ROSCOE

half of the wedding party invited themselves in, but mickyn wouldnt have it any other way

because these are the people they love and they are happy that they are so adament on being part of their special day

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OMG OMG LARA JACK ROSCOE AND ANGIE 😭😭😭😭 the quartet we stan!

Lewis would def sign to be the official

Seb to best man, totally!!! Especially because he 1) helped lewis get the license to officiate the wedding and 2) helped mick with the proposal. He’s mick’s and lewis’ bestie and they def hang out whenever they can.

I have to add that I think mickyn would get married in secret though 👀 like, a small trip with just direct family, their parents, and siblings. It would be a small ceremony, maybe they rented a private beach because Yn always wanted to get married at the beach but she also wanted to do the whole church thing and you know how mick would do anything for her right? So he rented a portion of a beach Yn always talked about, and they spent a week there. It’s small, and intimate, everything party-related was either handmade by them or brought from locals. her dress was handmade by locals artisans too (corinna got everything ready and just surprised yn with it) and baby blue, it matched mick’s eyes and the water and sky behind them in the pictures. their families would spend a day after the ceremony and then fly back home leaving the two to enjoy a small honeymoon. once they get back home everyone is a bit sus because the whole hamilton and schumacher family went mia for a week, and then mick and yn show up all giddy (more than ever), and it's not hard to find, but only because they decide to tell their friends, and set an official date for the big party. It will take six months or so, they’ll get married in a church, following the rites, yn wearing a white dress, mick a tux, seb best man, jack, and laura bearing the rings, roscoe and angie with the flowers, charles will play the piano, he’ll probably gift them with a special composition, danny will have his camera around his neck all smiley and wavey registering some moments, and lando will play dj at the party. It will be HUGE as you can imagine, the whole grid, and people that work with them on a regular basis, even rihanna and asap rocky attended bc reader loves them and of course they wouldnt pass an invitation from the hamiltons (now a schumacher-hamilton)

I guess I got carried away 🤭 but yeah now you got me thinking about mickyn wedding and I- 😩😵‍💫🥹

[carchaseonacarchase]

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂!

*christmas edition yayyy* i know i kinda abandoned this blog but don't worry, i finished my finals and now because is my favourite time of the year i will post all the carchase content i had planned for :3

chase's birthday is on december 26th so carmen procure to have at least one free week to spend all the time she can with him

christmas time is the perfect occasion for prepare special recipes together, hearing chase's anecdotes along with delicious food is just perfect for carmen

chase knows how much carmen likes music, she have hundreds of playlists for christmas, it can start with classic jazz to the corniest 80s pop, he will dance with her anyway ^^

frank sinatra 24/7

carmen really finds entertaining to wrap presents, she has a taste for decorations

both hate do the christmas shopping, too much people trapped in long lines, but when it's necessary they know they have eachother to talk and have fun while they wait

decorating the christmas tree is just another adventure for carmen (specially if we remember she owns a cat) chase just can't get mad at her when she gives him her "i'm sorryyyy" smile

snow fights are war between them

having lived a childhood in the north of the united states, chase is more comfortable with cold weather than carmen, he knows it and always make sure she's warm enough

and when the weather becomes colder chase won't accept a no from carmen, he will wrap her in his coat without questioning

pastry and hot chocolate for cold mornings 🍰☕✨

when they can't be together in christmas the letters will be way more important, delicate writing, loving words and promises of being together soon it's all they need

it's not a secret for anyone that carmen sees zack and ivy as her children, the siblings know that between chase and her there's more than a rivalry or a friendship, in their opinion, carmen and chase would be excellent parents

when nostalgia hits, carmen sings for him, laying with her and just get lost in her voice makes him feel better

matching coats and couple winter outfits for the season 🛐

they can spend all day watching marathons of christmas romcoms (chase's secret favourite movie genre)

carmen had a tradition every christmas back in her days as detective, playing a game of chess with chief, now he's not longer with her chase plays with her all the time she needs

chase can't do nothing but hug carmen when she sees little children having fun with their parents, that emotion in her eyes is one of the purest things for him 🤍

their christmas dinner is full of jokes, laughing and animated music, they aren't the party type and when they have each other who needs a big ball anyway?

the kiss under the mistletoe is sacred 🎄🎀

do you want part two??

divider by @estrelinha-s

[volterran-wine]

Hi!!! I’ve been on your blog for a while (I think about a year at this point 🤔) and I just realized after all this time of reading your blog that there’s nothing about Eleazar (from what I can see). What is he like? What do the other guard think about him? Is there a reason he was let go?

• — 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

I will have to admit a crime; while writing this blog I often forget about Eleazar entirely. But in my defence; the stories I have written so far has not taken place around the time I headcanon him to be born, nor a part of our favourite coven. Specifically I believe he was born in 1451, turned in 1492 and The Volturi recruiting him in 1502 and he ended up serving them for about 260 years or so.

Within my verse I do believe that he served The Volturi when Carlisle lived in Volterra, so Eleazar did not leave the guard until the 1760's in my opinion; due to Carmen's urging and his own desires to break free. In general I believe he got on with his fellow guards well enough, but he had a gentle disposition that had a tendency to not go over well with The Volturi's work.

Currently I only have a fancast for him.

Do you want to hear about Eleazar? Should he be added to my already illustrious roster of characters?

― 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝑁𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒

[memento-morri-writes]

Happy Blorbo Blursday Morri!!

You get the task of baking a cake of several layers and with a lot of details for an important event. The person who asked you for this big favor is Blorbo 1 and you can use the help of another Blorbo to get on time.

How is the cake Blorbo 1 asked you for, why would you choose Blorbo n (as many as you'd like but take into account that in this case sometimes the more is not the merrier!) and how does it go? Would you manage?

have a lovely day/night!!!

@ink-fireplace-coffee

Hi Carmen! Thanks for the ask!

Ooh, this is a fun question!! So, Fallon would be the one asking me for the cake, because she likes cakes (and Kristopher loves them), and she hosts all sorts of important fancy events. Fallon would probably ask for like, a strawberry cheesecake or something.

I would absolutely be enlisting the help of Mabel, hands down. It might be considered cheating, since she's the palace cook, so making cakes is literally in her job description, but I don't care. She's probably my only OC who actually knows how to bake, anyways.

It would end up amazing, despite (and because of) me not actually doing anything. Mabel does not like to share her kitchen, so she'd mostly just yell at me to go away, especially once she realizes I can't cook for shit. Although maybe she'd let me just sit in the kitchen and talk to her, and we'd hang out. But the cake would be delicious and beautiful, and it would make Fallon happy.

If picking the chef isn't allowed, then I'd pick Kristopher, because even though neither of us know how to cook, he'd volunteer to do it to make Fallon happy. We'd make an absolute mess, and the cake would probably be inedible, but I like to think we'd have a good time trying. (And Fallon would at the very least be amused by our attempt. But she'd try to be nice about it.) (If you need a reference for me and Kristopher trying to cook, just imagine the absolute biggest mess you've ever made while baking, then multiply it by 5. I'm talking flour and frosting everywhere, we used way too many dishes and pans and now the sink is overflowing. Someone failed at cracking an egg and now there's egg on the wall. The cake is burnt to a crisp. You know, like comedy movie levels of bad cooking.)

[rose-bookblood]

This is so adorable!

My potion makes whoever drinks it able to see space with perfect clarity wherever and whenever they are, even during the day!

I found this picrew!!

it makes little potion bottles!

so I'm going to tag a few people to try it!! @memento-morri-writes @rose-bookblood @sleepyowlwrites @italiangothicwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @write-the-stars AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO TRY THIS!! Bonus points if you tell me what your potion does!

Mine assures the recipient to have a good night's sleep and dream of what they wish for!

[rose-bookblood]

roseee hello!!! how are you doing??? how was your summer??

sending loads of love friend!!

@ink-fireplace-coffee

Hiii, Carmen!!! So nice to hear from you!

I'm mostly good, just very stressed for an exam I have at the end of the month! Studying for it has basically been my constant the whole summer.

Since I already went to Barcelona in January and will be in Madrid in November, I didn't travel, but I have a home in Mali Lošinj, on an island in Croatia, so I went there for a week with my family. It's always so nice, the sea is absolutely beautiful! While we were there, we also had a trip to Zadar, which is a city on the coast. Though I really wish I had a boat, because sailing around the islands must be the best experience!

How was YOUR summer? Any interesting trip? I remember you telling me you often go to Cádiz, did you go there?

Love youuu <3

@ink-fireplace-coffee

[mujerconalasdemariposa]

Hola Mi Amor Buenas Noches...

Te traigo estas Rosas las mejores de mi jardín, son para tí,

Alex y Carmen Forever In Lov💋

Como muestra de mi agradecimiento por estar a mi lado celebrando un Aniversario más...

Gracias por el maravilloso día que hemos pasado juntos hoy, en nuestro día especial...

Feliz y próspero año nuevo para ti mi cielo, eres mi mejor regalo del año que termina y espero junto a ti, seguir celebrar muchos años más que vendrán cargados con la Bendición de Dios...

Gracias por haberme acompañado cada día, de este año, tu siempre has sido mi soporte, mi apoyo y la alegría de mi corazón...

Un Brindis 🥂 por los dos para iniciar el nuevo año...

TE AMOOO MI AMOR...

Así que ya no son dos, sino una sola carne...

Por tanto, lo que Dios ha unido, ningún hombre lo separe...

(Mateo 19:6)...

Que Descances... Amén...DTBM.!! 🤵👰💍☕🎂🥂🎈🎁❤️🌹💋🕊️🎄🧑‍🎄☃️❄️🎇🧨🙌😴💫✨

[aquamanandfriends]

☕ cozy things tag game (mun)

comfort food(s): bread, fresh cookies, roast chicken and yellow rice, burgers, fries, indian food comfort drink(s): peach green tea Celsius, Truly, I miss a good whiskey sour comfort movie(s): all star wars films but attack of the clones specifically, Elizabethtown, Shattered Glass, Moulin Rouge, and the Before series comfort show(s): all things star wars, true crime docs, hells kitchen, bobs burgers, american dad, the orville, mythic quest, ted lasso, archer, brooklyn 99, the owl house and so many other cartoons-- I'll end up watching old Hanna Barbera stuff to really chill comfort clothing: basketball shorts, hoodies, button down soft Hawaiian shirts, hand knit socks comfort song(s): anything mgk, relient k, short stack or recently my playlist for Carmen/Raf comfort book(s): twilight, but oddly new moon, the heartstopper series, percy jackson, and Inkheart comfort game(s): spider-man, jedi fallen order & survivor

tagged by @lcstinfantasy tagging: @thestoriesincoffeestains, @redemptivexheroics, @lovest0rie , @blindspct, @rennisaturate, @wiishescametrue, @havensprings, @scinglives

[etes-secrecy-post]

Me 🇵🇭: Celebrating 5 years of playing SSBU was a great milestone for Smash Bros. fans, A-Pal and Carmen included. But, not for me because I'm not much of a "Smash Bros." fan, so please forgive me. 😅 Also, it wasn't only one who's celebrating milestone! GTA V marks their 10th Anniversary, and I missed playing GTA V Online so much! 😭 (last recorded play was on Jun 8th, 2023). *Sigh* Don't you worry, my PC. I've already done my 10 day volunteer street cleaner project, so I have to wait for my paycheck. 💵

On the side note, a "Trailer 1" was released! 😮 → [CLICK ME!]

Me 🇵🇭: (Meanwhile) Who can never resist of "Hot Chocolate" during the holidays! ☕🍫😋🎄❄️ Whether you've put marshmallows, or a whipped cream, or better yet an ice cream on top! It never beats drinking "Hot Chocolate", especially accompanied with either chocolate chip 🍪, or a kitkat 🍫, or anything you desire! 😊

[agendaculturaldelima]

    #Actualizate

☕ Café Filosófico N° 1153, presenta:

 🎤 “¿A QUÉ SE REFIERE KARL MARX CON QUE LA RELIGIÓN ES EL OPIO DEL PUEBLO?”🧐🤔

👤 Ponente: Carmen Zavala.

©  Organiza: Buho Filosofico 🦉

📌 CONVERSATRIO:

📆 Sábado 24 de Mayo

🕗 7:45pm.

🏠Centro Cultural Búho Rojo (calle Benjamín Ugarteche 181, altura cruce av. Sucre y av. La Mar – Pueblo Libre)

 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre y café de cortesía.