#musing. [ annie ]

[nartblartmallcop]

annie's design evolution is so awesome actually. her blastification

[melodyofmbaku]

Signed in Crayon, Sealed in Cash (Smoke Moore x Annie x Stack Moore)

Preview: "Ain’t nothing to stress about mama. We done did this before.” he said while zipping up the back of her dress. 

Warning ⚠️: They're a Trio Word Count: 1.6k A/N Something less heavy but hopefully no less enjoyable. I really appreciate your comments/reblogs, it's what keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think! 😘 My Masterlist ___

The Moore’s had a problem. She was about 3 ft. tall and 5 years old. And a perfect combination of their unit. 

They really didn’t know what they were expecting. With their personalities it was no surprise that Ari turned out the way that she did. 

Smart, fearless, and most of all spoiled. 

That’s how the three found themselves in their bedroom discussing just how they got here.  

“You be telling her stuff Annie. Playing both sides against each other when it suits you.” Stack accused. He was looking at her through the mirror as he did up his shirt. 

Annie shrugged and admitted while lotioning her legs as she sat on the stool of her vanity.

“Just evening the playing field. It’s been ya’ll vs. me for so long. Lord saw it fit I get some backup. Ain’t a crime.” She huffed. 

“It’d be easier if your brother didn’t train her to be a master negotiator.” She looked at Smoke pointedly. 

The man sat on the bed and struggled to do up his cufflinks. He liked when Ari was able to make a good case. Prepositions and negotiations. He was setting her up for her future. 

Ari believed everything could be discussed. That made things particularly difficult when her parents wanted her to do simple things like eat her breakfast or take a bath. 

He shrugged. “That ain’t a bad thing. She’s our firstborn, she gon’ have responsibilities one day.” 

Still fiddling with the link he continued.

“It’s Stack’s “Whatever Ari wants Ari gets” mindset that’s the issue.” he said. 

“Oh I’m wrong?” The younger twin responded. 

“You want our baby to be out there — wanting? When she got not 1 but 2 able bodied daddies and a mama to boot? The hell she will.”

“Ari gets what Ari wants. And that’s law.” The man huffed before stalking over to do up his brother’s cufflinks. 

“Well that law is why we gotta put on this big ol’ party. Mind you— it’s for the dang dog.” Annie deadpanned. 

“You love that dog.” Stack replied over his shoulder... “It’s your dog!” 

“Not the point.” She replied singsongingly. 

But it was true — Ari had them getting all dressed up to throw a birthday party for their rottweiler — Peony — named after Annie's favourite flower.  She had had them invite the neighbors and everything. 

It was a sight to see Smoke standing uncomfortably at their neighbours door inviting them over for a party over the weekend. He thought about bailing but when he looked down at the small hand that held his on those doorsteps — how could he not do everything she wanted? 

At first the trio thought she'd forget about it. Let things die down, she was a kid. How hard would it be? But not their Ari, she was steady counting down the days. 

Smoke recalled knocking on her bedroom door earlier in the week to get her up and downstairs for breakfast. Annie had sent him up and little did he know he’d come down with a tot and a task.

He had barely got her into the kitchen before the girl started her campaign.

“It’s bout’ 4 days for Peony’s party, daddy. I’m gon’ need a new dress.” She said while scooting into her chair at the table.

Smoke grimaced. Earlier that week Annie had whispered sweet things into his ear and looked at him with them eyes and he found himself signing a cheque to add a plethora of new crystals to her collection — it was witchcraft if you asked him.  

Ari wasn’t big on things like that but she was big on looking pretty. If he’d have to blame anyone for that it’d be Stack - she def got that from him.

Annie—still tugging her robe belt into a hurried knot—arched a brow. Ten seconds earlier she’d been pinned between Stack and the corner cabinets, with hands greedily exploring her body and lips full of flour-dusted promises. The moment little footsteps hit the stairs, Stack sprang back, palms in the air like a boy caught in the pantry.

Now he leaned against the counter, trying for nonchalance.

“Thought Peony was happy just turnin’ six with extra gravy,” Annie said, smoothing her collar.

“Peony’s a lady, Mama. Mr. Whitlock’s taking a picture, and I gotta look fancy standing next to her.”

Stack stifled a grin and leaned on the counter. “Girl’s got priorities. Told Whitlock I’d give ’im fifty cents to set up the backdrop.”

Smoke crouched to put slippers on her feet, hiding the faint tremor in his wrist. “Pictures cost money. I best hear a counter-offer, Miss Moore.”

Ari pulled a folded paper from her dress pocket —crayoned swirls titled Daddy & Me. She slid it into his hands like a lawyer presenting evidence.

Stack gave a low whistle. Annie’s mouth twitched.

Smoke shot them a look.

He felt his chest thud a slow, traitorous beat. She knew how to pull on his heart strings. He smoothed the paper. “Fine draftsmanship,” he murmured. “But a good proposition needs terms.”

She lifted 3 little fingers.

“I’ll take my bath every night ’til the party— with no sassin’.”

“Well praise be.” Annie muttered. 

“I’ll eat all my breakfast, even when there ain’t peaches.” She looked at Stack pointedly. 

The girl was obsessed with peaches. She’d have em’ on the side of every breakfast if she could. On days she couldn't, she rarely cleared her plate.

Stack scoffed. He had a tendency to fuss when she didn’t eat enough, it looked like she knew exactly what it’d do to him. 

“Mama gets a dress too, ’cause she works hardest.” Her third and final term. 

Annie grinned. ““That’s my girl.”

Peony’s tail thumped beneath the table as if seconding the motion.

The man looked from Ari’s earnest face to Annie’s surprised smile, then back. He blew out a breath. How could he say no to his girls?

“Reckon that’s a respectable bargain,” he said, tapping the paper once. “But keep every promise, else that dress stays at the shop. Your mama will take you on Friday.”

Ari grinned wide before rewarding him with a smooch on his cheek. “Yes, sir!” She grabbed her piece of toast and scurried back up to her bedroom. No doubt to scheme and celebrate some more.

Stack muttered, “Dog’s birthday gonna bankrupt us,” but the pride in his voice gave him away.

Peony barked once—deal sealed and Mr. Whitlock’s fifty cents practically spent.

The girl had won. Again.

Smoke glanced at Annie— lips kiss bruised, robe belt in a crooked knot—and at Stack, who tried to look serious while hiding a proud grin. For half a second Smoke thought we’re raising a tiny Stack in ribbons and lace. The idea was terrifying.

Smoke shook his head before he tucked the drawing into his pocket, half-amused, half-resigned. Four days, he’d thought. Girl’s gonna hold us to every word.

Four dawns later, the house hummed with party nerves as they continued to get dressed.

Back in the master bedroom Smoke buttoned a starched collar, Stack tugged suspenders into place, and Annie—in a half-fastened dress—did up the clasp of her bracelet while side-eyeing the men.

Stack continued on.  “Never seen a dog rack up so many charges.”

Annie scoffed. “Dog didn’t do it—your daughter did.” She smoothed her bodice, thinking how Ari had spent the last three evenings taking her baths without sass and gulping every crumb of breakfast down without peaches.

“I’ll fry up the catfish around 6. That time everyone would had come round’ — Sun would be lower. ” she said to herself, almost a reminder. 

Stack looked up from his brothers cufflinks before crossing over to his wife. He took her hand and pulled her up from her vanity to assess her, brushing some lint off her dress.

He wasn't ignorant to the fact that Annie wanted the party to be perfect for her baby, regardless of the occasion.

“Ain’t nothing to stress about mama. We done did this before.” he said while zipping up the back of her dress. 

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You a good mother. She loves you so much. We talk bout’ spoiling her, but we’d have it no other way. Just a couple hours now.”

She took a breath, and looked up at her man before responding, softer. “After the party, she’ll be asleep in five minutes.”

Smoke confirmed from across the room. “Whole house will.”

Stack stopped them. “Nah, then it’s grown-folk time.” Smiling wickedly. 

Smoke’s mouth curved— “Let’s get through the day before we talk grown-folk plans.”

Stack snagged the tin of pomade, Smoke pocketed the bow for Ari's hair, and Annie gathered her skirt. Together—three parents in harmony—they headed down to the yard, ready to celebrate the most elaborate Rottweiler birthday rural Mississippi had ever seen.

It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing. The backyard bloomed with bustle: neighbors laughing over lemonade jars, kids darting after bubbles, and Mr. Whitlock adjusting his big box camera beside the barn wall.

Peony—ribbon tied, coat brushed—sat on a low crate like a queen in waiting. Ari, face bright with excitement, raced over the grass toward her parents.

“Picture time!” she squealed, tugging Annie’s hand first, then Smoke’s sleeve, then Stack’s trouser leg for good measure.

Annie knelt, smoothing Ari’s dress. “Where you want us, Sugar?”

Ari pointed—one finger left, one right—no words needed. Smoke took his place to Peony’s left; Stack claimed the right. Annie settled between the dog and her daughter, fitting just so.

Whitlock ducked under the dark cloth, shouted, “Hold still… three… two—”

Click.

For a second, everything held: Ari’s proud grin, Peony’s patient pant, Annie’s soft exhale, the boys steady hands resting atop Annie’s back.

The moment printed itself on more than just film.

The party rolled on—getting funner as the night progressed, children chasing chickens, Peony gnawing a birthday bone bigger than her head. The trio moved through it together—not flawless, but whole—while Mr. Whitlock’s camera cooled in the shade, holding proof that love, once negotiated, can still develop clear.

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A/N Thought I'd give ya'll some sugar after what I put you though in Touch of a Woman 🤭 For those curious about how we got here... you'd enjoy Late, but Loved.

I am still working on the fic with Annie soft-domming Smoke. This has been one of the most challenging works I've written. I've got to get the dynamic just right. But it will come!

Always eager to hear your thoughts and encouragement it keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think 🥰

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[pornopretty3]

[judasisgayriot]

fall out bunny: real and true

[hopeforchanges]

Remember when Deborah Chow was like "this is a love story" lol I wonder what makes people see it, realize it, what is THE moment in the SW saga that makes people go "this is a love story" since there's no official acknowledgement in the text, all we have is breadcrumbs in the subtext.

I do remember lol

Well my friend, most of the most beautiful things in life are left unsaid, but boy what glorious crumbs we have in the subtext with this ship. Can't speak for Deborah Chow, but the first time it hit me - that this is indeed a love story - was when I saw Anakin raging to Padmé, screaming and ugly-crying and throwing things about how everything is Obi-Wan's fault in aotc.

Cause let me tell you, I've never said goodbye to my weird codependent relationship on a landing platform readying myself to go to arrest an asthmatic cyborg while said codependent relationship looked at me with 'please don't go" googly eyes. I have never screamed at my codependent relationship how he fucking ruined a mystical energy field that surrounds us and penetrates us or something and how I loved him but fuck him he should have known better.

But standing with eyes wide, mouth open, unable to say or do or even move anything, listening to someone I care about yell and rage and scream and cry and throw things about how this one person ruined everything in their life because they're this and that and not what they need them to be, and they never listen, they never understand, they hold.me.back.

Oh. Honey. I've been that girl. I've been Padmé. I've listened and watched and stood, shocked, aghast, while a person tore themselves apart because of this one relationship they don't have a word for - they don't know what the word is, because love is too much of a taboo, it's too raw and too true and too pure and too narrow and too much.

Long story short, that was the moment I realized - oh shit. This is a love story. The characters may not even realize, maybe George didn't fully realize it either. Although based on rots novel which he approved, I'd say, he did. He does.

I'm glad so many of us do.

[musiciansandmonsters]

I like that Smoke’s love for Annie and Stack manifested in different ways that are reflective of his character and how he views them

Smoke’s respect for Annie is undeniable but he met her as an adult, so the mental image is someone already capable, compound by Annie’s skills as a hoodoo healer and her personality.

But Smoke took care of Stack his whole life, he knew Stack as a baby, that and wartime traumabonding is no joke. Sammie was part of his inner circle and even he wasn’t exempt from typical Smoke’s tough love (threatened at gunpoint, jabbed in the jaw for defending Pearline). I headcanoned that being rough with Stack reminds him too much of his father so there’s a semi-subconscious factor there. His mental image of Stack sort of stops at the “little” brother

I think if Annie could hold on til the final act Smoke would’ve been able to go through with killing Stack, but that’s just a personal interpretation

[musingartblog]

[madharemuses]

@alchemistdetective

Finale

A blue sky has started to shift into hues of orange and red, as the sunset approaches. Down below, the venue for the announcement has been set up outside the new banking structure. A stage set up, against the front doors, with a large red ribbon across it. In front of the stage, a crowd has formed. Investors and potential investors, as well as many public figures have been invited.

This, of course, includes representatives from the House of Light and the Holy Knights.

Those sent to represent the house of lights being, of course, 'Marianne' (Rirune) and Annie. The latter sent both to help Rirune's acting, ans also serve as Flandre's eyes in the field.

The crowd has been seeded with other members of the guard, and the other buildings nearby have guards as well, waiting for any sign of an attack. Veylan was thrilled at the idea of being provided extra security for free, but he insisted that men on his payroll be among them, as a precaution.

Things were going smoothly, too smoothly.

And that's when, near the end of the event, Veylan chose to make an announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for attending this grand unveiling. I promised a little surprise for those in attendance today, and it's come time to make it known. As you all know, I am without an heir to call my own, and as such have decided to adopt a capable young soul to carry on my legacy!"

There's excited murmurs in the crowd, people in the back standing on their toes to see. At the same time, with everyone standing rapt with attention, none really notice that it's getting a little hard to move, as an invisible mist spreads from under the stage.

"I introduce to you, my adopted heir, Selene!"

Walking up the stairs was a figure that Annie seemed to recognize, her face going pale as she clung to the disguised fox's sleeve.

"N-no, that can't be... what is she doing?!"

Selene twirls, and steps up to the magic stone Veylan had been using to address the crowd. She sees 'Marianne' in the crowd, and gives her a wink.

"Greetings! Hello! Thank you all for attending! I'm glad to be here!"

No part of the plan could have accounted for this...

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: anyone with: annie lodgston (26, disowned heiress, odd jobs master) plot: ym and annie have a fun quirky frienemies (possibly to lovers) relationship, and ym just found out that annie is cut off from her family and working at a coffee shop to get by.

"if we could get the insulting and unnecessary jabs out of the way now, that would be nice. i still have a bar full of drinks to make before i can go on break and finish up my thesis for rhodes class."

[smolcuriouskitten]

{Also teenie reminder.

POC MUSES AND MUNS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME HERE. ALWAYS. 🤞🏾}

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → this was new to her and honestly she didn't know what she was doing here because she prefers a quiet night but she does enjoy being here with finnick, they deserve a bit of happiness in this place and maybe this could be their night. "this monument seems really good, don't you think?" she couldn't help but comment, looking at the art in front of her.

@hiddendarkrosesx (verosika)

[movietonight]

My favourite bits from "why are you asking me this" by The Fence

[survivingpierce]

cont. from here || @flappervcmp

           "you should be thankful that you look like me", katherine retorted with a good visible note of arrogance. "you could look worse. you could be ugly. or are you telling me you haven't gained some things just because of your looks?" in her eyes it is indeed a pointless complaint to look like katherine. she could complain that she was a doppelgänger, which was an actual reason for complaint, but the visual resemblance to katherine? these were two different things.

          "you could have done both of us a favor and died. but apparently, you weren't even good enough for that." there were so many reasons why the other one should not be here. she could have died a natural death in her original timeline. she could have been used in a sacrifice although the fault in there lies probably in the fact that no one has expected a doppelgänger one hundred years too early. although katherine never understood why a doppelgänger should only appear every 500 years. she could have died in place of katherine which would have finally allowed her to be free if there had been enough witnesses. instead, this person was here; in mystic falls out of all places.

          "let me tell you something, cupcake. mystic falls is the last place you want to be if you do not want to be confused with me." or someone else named elena.

[thehistorynut19]

a part of me wants to open up like commissions and all for like deco toploader and all but like i know no one is interested in my stuff bc these things aren't professionally made and all just shit I print out from a printer

[madharemuses]

@soulstagger

Utter darkness, that's where the card brought her. Just as the first time, but now that carpet was against her face.

For a moment, she might swear she was alone in the great hall, but a candle flickering to life would dispel that fear. Step after step, someone approached, until they were looking own at her.

This... was not someone she knew. She could only see her face in the candle light, the rest was blurry. But it seemed to be an older woman.

The figure stooped down, staring at her silently. Until a smile cracked upon her face.

"I see. So it's you."

A hand reaches down, over Flavia's face, urging her to close her eyelids.

"Sleep for now. When you awake, there will be Light."

If Flavia was in better shape, she may have seen the playing card drawn, before she was forced to sleep.

...

..

.

When Flavia awakens, she's in a bed. Not in a bedroom as before, but in a small enclosure, surrounded by curtains. Next to her, on a stool, is a familiar face.

She seems to be spacing out.

[feedbeast]

oh i ended up securing a ticket 2 addison rae btw