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Best Friend's Mother Ch.5 5.4K

This is the penultimate chapter everybody!

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Considering the events of the previous evening, you should have anticipated a ridiculous morning.

Yawning, with bleary eyes, you left your room and were confronted with a wall of wrapping paper where the top of the stairs should be. A tap to the shoulder, an antler covered Kino.

“Mystic doorway,” He mumbles, “When Mel gets here we can smash through it and Mum will be waiting in a Santa hat,”

“You’re kidding,”

“Nope,” Mel added, appearing with hazy eyes. You were feeling it too. Port was brutal.

You were permitted to do the honours. Ruining the barrier, you were met with large white footprints going down the stairs towards the living room, and Ambessa Medarda wearing a Santa hat, wolf top and tartan trousers. The others smiled fondly, the novelty long since gone, but your heart was trapped in a whimsical vice. Muffled and shocked, a giggle tumbled out. You had never experienced this. Ever.

In the living room the most ridiculous show of presents lay under and around the tree, ornately wrapped with bows and ribbons. Your eyes couldn’t stay fixed on one thing, darting around madly till they settled on the mantelpiece

Four stockings, hand knitted, hung from the aged wood. The first three initials were obvious, but the addition of your own made your throat close oddly. You were so included here and it felt wrong, all things considered. You felt a strong hand squeeze your shoulder, a warm look in older eyes.

“Seems you’ve all been good,”

“Overdone it a bit this year, Mum,” Kino snorted, taking what was clearly his spot on the floor.

“Shut up, boy,”

Her touch grounded you, body relaxing as you saw the nibbled goodies and drained port. The carrots however, were intact.

“Guess Rudolph was just fine,” Sarcasm oozed, as you munched off the end of the carrot.

Mel smiled, pulling you roughly down next to her as you were handed your stockings. Your offer of carrot was rudely rejected and you waited with bated breath to take a peek. It was heavy, and lumpy, with a toblerone resting at the top. It was all your favourites and some things far too expensive to be stocking fillers in your mind. Lipstick, chocolates and a bottle of Rum. At the very bottom, resting sadly, was a Clementine. Kino had coal.

“Why?” It was outraged, cheeks full of chocolate coins.

“Perhaps Father Christmas didn’t appreciate you refusing to help me with the Games room remodel,” It was quiet, muffled by coffee.

He threw the coal at Mel, and a brawl began. You just nibbled a piece of fudge.

It was a slow and easy start, despite the family violence, and you sat talking with Mel as you had breakfast. The order, though different to your own, had been explained. Stockings, breakfast, gifts and then a family stroll.

A full english was slapped in front of you and you grunted.

“We normally save ourselves for the Christmas dinner in my house,”

“Foolish,” Ambessa said, beheading a sausage, “That makes your stomach shrink and reduces your appetite,”

Well. Fuck you I guess. Full English then.

Back in the sitting room, each person was handed a present.

Mel gave hers out first, swirling holly and ivy concealing presents that were so her it made you laugh. A spa holiday, for the both of you, in January. Ambessa received a collection of fancy cooking utensils and Kino received a book of mazes.

“This seems like a gift to yourself, Babe,” You smiled, flicking through all the treatments she’d bought, “Will I have any body left after it's cleaned and dissolved?”

“It’ll cleanse you of all your impurities,” Her gaze darted to an obvious place.

“Gee, Thanks,”

There was lots to get through and it seemed that they had refined patience with it that you did not possess. You had never seen this many gifts at once and wanted to eviscerate them to find the treasures beneath. Kino chucked another couple things each person’s way, some from Father Christmas, some from him.

He’d only gone and bought you a real tiara. Rich people are so fucking stupid. It sat proudly on your head all the same, swarovski crystals catching the light of the tree.

“Regal, your highness,” He bowed his head, eyes crinkled with joy.

“Twat,”

Father Christmas had been generous indeed, showering you with books and clothes and trinkets. You were a bit overwhelmed, dazed fingers stroking over jumpers and shoes as the Medardas continued to rip into the mountain. A sea of wrapping paper rested over your legs, warm and shiny as Ambessa drank an unholy amount of Brandy for 11am on a Wednesday.

She chucked you a lumpy package, this one actually from her rather than her fat old man counterpart. It was a stuffed toy, a book character Tigger from Winnie the Pooh to be exact.

“What?” You said, eyes gleaming, fingers buried in fuzziness.

“You mentioned it was your favourite childhood book,” Her lips smacked together, “And if you’re any of them it’s the hyperactive orange thing with an individuality complex,”

Wow. How sweet. Fuck.

“Your hat’s falling off,” You muttered to push the warmth away, passing her the gifts you’d begrudgingly bought, “These are yours,”

Ambessa took the pile, eyes murky as you watched intently for her reaction. You still needed her to like them, to like you. Mel couldn’t expect you to fall out of love that quickly.

A rough tear, paper crumpling to reveal a blu-ray DVD. Trading Places, of course. The smile she wore changed, lips twisting as if to contain something you couldn’t see.

“My favourite,” Her tone was far away, perhaps as trapped in the memory as you became every time you entered that room.

“Still don’t know what it’s about,” A lie, you watched it repeatedly on your laptop in October, half drunk and sobbing, “Sure it’s good,”

“We’ll watch it together sometime,” Dear god you hoped not.

“Okay!” It was dismissive, that was all you had, “Next one!”

The next one in question was a Lucky cat figure who looked suspiciously like Mina, paw waving up and down rhythmically. Her laugh filled the space, hard and strong, as the lookalike summoned the feline herself.

“It is you, Little Demon,” Ambessa whispered, “She has gifted me a VooDoo doll,”

Kino snorted, snatching Mina and peppering her with kisses, “Ignore the witch, Fluff,”

The last gift from you she reacted to silently, a heavy gulp in her throat. A little, hand carved statue of three wolves snuggled in one another, babes and mother ornately preserved. Her smile winded you, watery for but a moment.

The rest of the presents passed in a blur, your pile growing seemingly higher and higher until you’d forgotten half of the things. One thing that managed to stand out was Kino’s ridiculous gift to Ambessa; apparently her 9th wolf shirt, this one covered in a howling wolf with the word ‘Alpha' in icy block lettering.

She seemed, confusingly, to favour this above all other gifts as if it were a priceless relic. Mel, bundled in a new dressing gown from Damson Madder, seemed totally unsurprised.

Thankfully, that heralded the end of the gifts, and you were all given twenty minutes to get dressed and ready for the walk. As they shuffled out of the living room, a calloused hand gripped your arm to keep you in place. Ambessa, brown envelope in hand, looked down at you.

“Everything alright?”

“This is your last gift, Dear,” The rough paper slipped into your hand, the other hand still holding your arm.

Panic. Curiosity. A fluttering, harsh pull in your stomach. “What is it?”

“Open it,” She was earnest, no teasing, eyes softer than you’d ever seen.

Doing as instructed, you pulled out several pieces of paper. Trade invoices. Heating, Foundational, Pipe, Roof, and some stuff you didn’t even understand.

“It’ll be completed by the 6th,” Honeyed words, caring, daggers to your heart, “You deserve to enjoy this holiday, and your studies, without the burden of such things,”

You were stammering, eyes cloudy with salt water, as trembling fingers moved through each document. She’d solved years of problems with the flick of an ornate wrist, a trump card of good will she was giving up wielding in favour of giving you privacy. This was no bribe, there was no motive here that you could see, she had done it just because it would help you.

Ambessa was feeling a tad dizzy. Indulgence in brandy and emotional niceties leaving her reeling. You had been perfect all morning, a cocktail of wonder and sarcasm that swirled her mind harder than any drink could. Each reaction a glance or gasp to be cherished, her chest warm as you ended up in a tidal wave of wrapping. Each moment in your presence seemed more tenuous, but she could not fight the need for her next fix. It was a cruel trick, one she deserved, the way you had seemed to curl around her spine and crush it with a grin. Each attempt to slot into Mel’s rules felt like the loss of a limb. She had lost this fight, in more ways than one.

“Ambessa,” It was a croak, the very light of the sun caught in your eyes, “Thank you!”

“No quip about presumptive rich people?” She said, thumb stroking along your forearm, “No class conscious rant?”

A giggle, more silly than you wished, as your damp eyes rolled, “You’ve just saved my life, my childhood home, that’s what you bastards should be doing,”

“Seems I’m learning yet another thing from you then,”

An embrace, rushed and harsh, to prevent the kiss dancing across your lips. She was awful and perfect and you hated her. “I’m going to go get dressed,”

She wished you wouldn’t leave, perhaps ever, to allow her to linger in the aftermath of Christmas morning when it was just you and the fire and tender, crushed skin on skin. The moment ended all the same, and she sat on her armchair with a loud grunt.

The walk was nicer than you’d anticipated, Kino and Ambessa smashing snow at each other as Mel quietly spoke in your direction. Today had felt lighter with her, some tension drained by the closeness of the night before. She’d gotten angry again, called you a few names, and nuzzled into your arms. Her grievances came in waves, as did most of her thought processes, and you didn’t mind the repetitiveness for each time you gained a small chunk back.

Which is why, as she told you about Jayce and Viktor’s new idea, you did not notice the solid mass flying towards your face. Kino stood, eyes wild, gathering another bundle.

There was war after that, plain and simple.

At quarter to two you stumbled back through the French doors, hair damp and lip quivering from cold as Ambessa tugged a triumphant Mel through the door.

“You can’t contain me just because you lost,” She growled, pulling against her mother’s hold.

You avoided the conflict, darting upstairs and diving into the hot shower with such urgency you still had your koala socks on. Fancy shampoo and conditioner pushed away the grime of the outside as your forehead lent against the cool tile. This Christmas, though only half way through, had rocked your world. Ambessa Medarda creating an almost dreamlike, unattainable level of Christmas magic seemed ridiculous. Though, you supposed, she had always been good with grandness and negligent of day to day. You hadn’t needed a summer affair to figure that out. That knowledge did nothing to banish her soft eyes from your mind, that silly bloody Santa hat frizzing up her greying curls, as she did the best thing she’d ever done for you. Fuck her. In every way. Dangerous Path. Cold water smacked you back to Christmas day.

Rictus, sweet angel that he was, had prepared everything and left it in the fridges. All you four needed to manage was timing, and you overconfidently presumed that was a sure bet. None of you, it seemed, had factored in a shitfaced game of Cluedo.

“It was Mustard, in the Library, with the pipe,” Kino spoke into a highball glass, whisky half his lifeblood at present.

“You’re Mustard, you twat,” Mel smacked him in the head, crunching a handful of twiglets.

Ambessa had long since given up engaging, lent against the sofa with a grin as she met your gaze. As an only child you were not used to any kind of bickering over board games, making this confusing and tiring in equal measure. A sparkling, unknown cocktail sat in a gin glass in front of you. Unbeknownst to you, it contained over five shots of alcohol, hidden by sweet tea and cranberry juice. You may not have known, but by God could you feel it.

A thick smokey scent wafted towards you mid gulp and hazy eyes widened.

“The turkey!” You and Mel cried, scrambling to rescue a half scorched bird.

So, it wouldn’t be the juiciest Turkey Crown you’d ever eaten, but the rest of it was salvageable. Namely because you all camped out in the kitchen from that moment onward, checking every five minutes for slowly roasting carrots and stuffing on the off chance they burnt within seconds.

Candles of ivory and emerald glittered along the table as you took your place next to Mel. Your minorly fucked up feast had been served, your blood alcohol level begging for some kind of mass to soak up the metric tonne of vodka you’d ingested. It was good, great even, and yet you felt an odd emptiness. You hadn’t missed your Dad yet, and here it came, hurtling like a freight train into your roast dinner. Pushing peas around your plate like a petulant child, you munched at your inner cheek instead.

She shouldn’t care that you weren’t eating, you were an adult and could look after yourself. Didn’t stop her own chews from slowing to halt as she scanned you. Your mouth twitched, eyes pensive, she hated it. Her eyes managed to catch yours, echoing a question and a comfort in one, heart hammering as your shoulders visibly relaxed and you ate a potato. Good. That was good.

She seemed to smell weakness in you like a shark trailing blood, though she wielded this knowledge in a nicer way now. You felt an odd puncture, perhaps a lung giving out, as she grinned at you and ate a stuffing ball.

Mel was drawing noughts and crosses in her left over gravy, your fingers fighting an equal battle in which a stalemate was always reached. The game sort of became impossible to win if both participants were over five years old, but it made you smile all the same.

5pm rolled around, and with it your Dad’s phone call. It was brief, impersonal and hollow until you reached the news about the house. He knew, of course, as it was his fucking house but you blubbered excitedly all the same. He praised you for making good connections and you frowned. God he always had to be a knob. The call ended quickly after that and you wandered into the Cinema, flopping on Mel.

“Call go okay?” Her fingers stroked hair from your face.

“He’s a penis,”

“Bailey’s Hot chocolate?” She already had a large, reindeer covered mug to offer you, cream and marshmallows floating like little life rafts.

Perhaps this was the best Christmas of your life, and perhaps that filled you with a gaping despair unlike anything you’d ever known. Ambessa collapsed next to you and Mel, pulling you in close. Always there, mending and mutilating your soul.

“Well,” She kissed Mel’s crown, “How has the day been my little wolves?”

“Good, Mum,” A loud slurp, “Best in a long time,”

“Best I’ve ever had,” You admitted, uneasy and grateful.

Both Medarda women kissed your cheek, the tactical manoeuvre from both sides crushing you.

“Thanks by the way,” It felt like too little a sentence, brain blurred.

“You are most welcome, Dear,” Ambessa gave you more soft eyes and calm grins. What the fuck did Christmas do to her?

“Play a game of Uno?” Mel interjected, the food and fizz in her system making her fidgety.

“No more games,” You whined, “Game brain is dead,”

“What then?”

“Well, I say I want to watch the Polar Express,” She pulled a blanket over her knees, yelling for Kino.

“He’s out cold, food coma,” You muttered.

“Little shit, he avoids this film every year,”

“He doesn’t like Tom Hanks, Mum,”

“And that’s my problem, why?”

“Because you’re asking him to watch a film starring Tom Hanks?” You snipped obnoxiously.

Ambessa immediately withheld the Celebrations tin she had been offering, smacking your fingers to drop the Twix, “Sarcastic children don’t get mini chocolates,”

Mel munched happily on a Mars bar, your title of golden child stolen.

Christmas came to a close slowly, the day fluttering shut in time with your weary eyelids. Your room was piled with things, but only Tigger made it to your bed. His inquisitive eyes seemed to know exactly how you felt about his giver, and you had to shove his face into your shoulder.

“Shut up,” You slurred, to an inanimate object like a normal person, “I’ve got a good thing going here, she won’t ruin it,”

“Sure she won’t,” Tigger answered. Fuck, okay you were already asleep.

Boxing Day passed in a blur, as did the dateless, insignificant days that led to New Year’s Eve. The new, slippery dance continued. Mel watched your interactions with her mother less, shoulders settling slightly, though a sharpness remained when you weren’t looking.

New Year’s Eve arrived, and with it Another Bloody Party (shocker).

“How can you be surprised?” Mel muttered, tugging on your hair, “You said yourself this is all rich people do,”

“It’s different living it Babe,” You grumbled, “It’s exhausting, how do you manage?”

“Oh, well I-”

“Oh that’s right, none of you have jobs,”

The heat of the curling iron became intimately acquainted with your ear. Mel kissed it better, sarcastically, as she finished the curl. “I have a job,”

“Uh..no you don’t,”

“Well I will when uni’s over,” Mel muttered, “I’ll make a name for myself,”

“Is that name Medarda?” You really needed to stop antagonising the person holding the hot rod of metal to your skull.

One thing was different this time round and that was the host. The Kirammans hosted New Year’s annually apparently, the party larger than even Ambessa’s summer barbeque. Having not yet had the privilege of seeing a different large house, you experienced shock and awe anew. It was more regal than Ambessa’s home, ornate marbles mingling with old tiling. It felt sterner in a way, though its occupants were far from that. Like a scene in a film, limousines flooded in and out, showcasing tottering heels and tailored suits.

“Now,” Ambessa’s voice was a whispered grumble, “Best behaviour, I don’t want you lot embarrassing me,”

Your face contorted, as did theirs, “What?”

“I’m joking darlings,” She squeezed you all, “I don’t give a shit about these people,”

“Said that rather loud, Mum,” Kino quipped.

“Intentional, sweet boy,”

Newness danced in every corner, Cait ready to grab you and shove her into every decorated crevice of her house. Cassandra Kiramman was far more blunt about keeping your group out of the way than Ambessa, gifting a whole wing of the house to your antics. There stood possibly every person aged 20-26 that Caitlyn had ever looked at in her life. Your inner circle were lounging, glittery and already a bit pissed, around a fucking conversation pit sofa. An actual, real inbuilt one. Nothing mattered for the two hours or so, cocktails and canapes shoved down you as you listened to Ekko explaining some physics thing that made you feel like an Egyptian having their brain removed.

A girl, tanned with glossy blonde hair, had been making eyes at you for the better part of an hour and you were beginning to crumble under the pressure. She was hot, sure, but she wasn't her. Though, another few glasses down, you realised that might be a good thing.

“Talk to her,” Viktor whispered, poking you in the side with his cane. Jayce showed his enthusiastic agreement through a scotch egg, making himself choke.

Your version of the heimlich manoeuvre was to smack him as Ekko did the actual heimlich, before swaying up to the pretty girl batting her lashes.

To say she was bored would have been the understatement of the century for Ambessa. Cassandra was less prone to recreational drugs and sordid corners, leaving her to discuss carpet swatches with Jayce’s mother. She was a kind woman, entirely not to Ambessa’s taste and the removal of the youngsters meant she couldn’t bother you. Or watch you from across every damn room you existed in. There wasn’t enough Moet to drown out the drivel and by quarter to eleven she was slinking away to find her drunk children.

Cadence, you had learned her name was, was an angel. Bubbly, bright and tipsy, she made for a fantastic conversation partner. It was lame to ponder how you hadn’t even considered anyone other than Ambessa romantically, so you let her touch your arm fondly and press herself into your side on the armchair. She studied psychology at Durham and would soon be going to America for a work placement. What’s the psychology of searching for your best friend’s mother in every crowded room, you wondered? She was talking your ear off when your eyes found the very woman in your mind.

Ambessa did not feel angry. It was a slight twinge, too much carbonation, a high pitched thrum against her sternum. What a pretty little blonde, all cosied close and eating up all your attention. How lovely for you. This is what parties were for, a fantastic meet cute to tell the grandkids. Shut up. Your face was relaxed, glossy lips parted in an easy smile. It wasn’t the same as the smile she caused of course, less genuine, less involuntary. She could tell, there wasn’t the slightest twitch to your cheek, and your posture was distant, eyes elsewhere. Eyes on..oh. Eyes on her. A slow wave, pulling her smile from you as you attempted poorly to split focus. You looked sinful, lent against a leather armchair with smooth, soft legs crossed. Images flashed through Ambessa, her head between your thighs as your nails gripped the leather for dear life or you curled in her lap rambling as she peppered your face with lipsticked kisses. A half hearted swallow, her mind a desperate tailspin of lust, jealousy and the unnamed other. Her hand rose slightly, golden eyes drilling into you as a hand began to subtly call you over.

Sharp, angry nails sliced into her wrist, killing the summons.

Mel stood, a sickly smile on her face, crushing her mother’s wrist.

“Hello, Dear,” Ambessa smiled, fighting the twitch of her brow, “Was coming looking for you little wolves,”

“Can you come to the loo with me,” Mel said, tipsy slur in her voice, “These heels are fucking my ankles,”

WIth a nod, taking most of her body weight, she wandered off to the bathroom with her daughter. It was dark blue, much like the kitchen and the library and the Kiramman child’s hair, causing a giggle from Ambessa.

Once the heavy metal lock clinked shut, she lent against the door with her eyes averted. Several beats passed with no noise save their breath.

“Are you going to piss or what child?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” Sadness, fury, resentment all rolled into one. Her beautiful hair was a halo for her anger, body a brick wall of frustration.

“Excuse me?” It was a scoff, muscled arms crossed, “Did I not help you here?”

“Why won’t you leave her alone, Mum,” Mel stood toe to toe with her, dark eyes blazing, “She’s listened and tried and is taking all the shit I give her, but you,”

A lecture was coming, stormy and vicious, one Ambessa may not survive. Here she thought it was girly toilet bonding time. No, you had interloped into another part of her life.

“You,” She repeated, “Continue on like she’s one of your little things, like I haven’t said anything at all,”

“I resent that,” Ambessa said, frown on her lips, “I’ve been civil and supportive, but distant just like you asked,”

“Distant in the way the iceberg was to the Titanic,” Mel snapped, swaying slightly. “Do you want to destroy her? Destroy me?”

“Mel, I-”

“I gave you rules for a reason, and you just don’t give a shit, do you?” Her hands were waving about wildly now, “You can’t bear being told no, respecting boundaries, listening to others,”

“I thought I was doing as you asked, Child,” Her words were thunderous, form shaking with a terror Mel could not see. She was too close for comfort, a dog sniffing a trail she did not want followed.

“Bullshit!” Mel’s thoughts were a slurry, a piece of the puzzle missing, “You gaze at her in every room, you touch her whenever you can, you steal any time with her you can get and-”

“That is enough,” Her lungs were beginning to ache, palms sweaty, “I do not need to be lectured by you again over insecure, inflated claims,”

“You don’t get to tell me to be quiet, Mother,” She spat, “Explain yours-” Oh. Oh. Everything stilled, the picture shifting till it clicked. She had all the pieces, of course she did, she’d just confused a middle piece for a harmless corner component.

Ambessa’s relief at her daughter’s sudden silence was crushed like a nut between a novelty nutcracker.

“You’re in love with her,” Check.

“I-” She had named it before even Ambessa could, damned insufferable child, always too clever for her own good, her resistance a very confirmation “How ridiculous,” And Mate.

Mel’s body shook with mirth, “You fell in love with my best friend,”

“You are drunk and far more stupid than I gave you credit for,”

“So what if I am drunk,” Her movements were looser now, “I’m right and You’re scared,”

“I don’t get scared,”

“I would have agreed, twenty minutes ago, but now?” Mel’s eyes met the minute tremor in her mother’s hands.

Ambessa’s hand grips the cold, golden lock, body turning away as she let out an angry grunt.

A repetition, cold and grounding, halted her “You fell in love with my best friend”

It felt so lovely to hear, to know, to feel. Awful to examine, gutting her like a prize salmon. This was the worst evening of Ambessa Medarda’s life. She was at odds here, pulled in terrible directions. The horrible, sordid truth was undeniable, complicating a messy story by adding an Act Three twist of predictable but no less epic proportions. Her daughter’s eyes were steady and stern despite her sway, any battle she put forward dissolving into sparks against Mel’s measured smile. Vulnerability was the only way forward, resistance gone, a mother’s love twisting her tongue towards painful truths, “I-I didn’t plan to, darling,”

It fell on deaf ears, “And she is in love with you right back,”

“Unfortunately,” Ambessa choked, body tight.

Mel sat precariously on the bathtub, pulling a miniature from between her boobs and downing it, “This simplifies things,”

“It does?”

A loud knock, and indistinct whining from behind the door.

“Fuck off, There are twenty two toilets in this house” Mel shouted, flicking the empty bottle into the tiny bin, before turning back to her, “And yes, yes it does,”

“Do enlighten me,” She snarked, wondering if she could magically summon tequila from her own chest.

“Love I can begrudgingly figure out, it matters,” Her teeth kissed her tongue, “But what do you offer her?”

“Sorry?” Words were precious currency to Ambessa at present, unable to grapple with the situation she had stumbled into.

“She makes you an infinitely better person, whilst assimilating to your lifestyle,” A heavy breath, “But you’re an older, emotionally impotent bitch with a history of ruining every romantic relationship you’ve ever been in,”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Are you hazing me in the Kiramman’s bathroom about my eligibility?”

“Yes,” Mel quipped, “Someone has to, if you’re going to start dating,”

“I never said I have any intention of doing such a thing,” Ambessa growled, “She’s over twenty years my junior, and your friend,”

A giggle, “You didn’t give a shit about either of those things when you were fucking her,”

“Well that’s,”

“Different, is it? Why?”

“This is ridiculous, I don’t have to listen to this,”

“You do, if you want to keep a relationship with me,”

“Are you going to lord that over my head for the rest of my life?” A crimson sneer deepened, “Isn’t it tiresome?”

“What’s tiresome is you being avoidant,” Mel glared at her, arms crossing, “Selfish? Manipulative? Common tools of the Medarda trade, but this cowardly denial is embarrassing,”

“I am not a coward,” It was a sudden burst, body rushing forward to meet hers.

“Prove it then, you idiot,” A nail stabbed into Ambessa’s chest, “Prove that it’s real, that you can offer her more than money and sex,”

“But why?” Her mouth was dry, “What’s your goal here?”

“I want to see you happy,” She sighed, level gaze eating Ambessa’s soul, “The woman before me is entirely new, better than I thought possible, if it takes encouraging this to keep her then I’ll write your damn love notes for you,”

“We are not having this conversation now,” Sense returned, sludgy and damp, dirtied by her emotions, “We will have it sober, at some point tomorrow,”

“You’re not pushing this away,” The nail dug deeper, “It’s now or never, tell me why I should let you date my best friend,”

Ambessa’s mind was a dark red blanket of rage and panic, hand crushing around her daughter’s wrist, “What do you want from me?”

“Say anything!”

“Like WHAT? Like I miss the weight of her on my chest as I sleep, the relief of knowing she’s safe,” She was shaking, a furious animal fighting against a certain fate, “Or th-that she makes me want to be the better version of myself that she sees, just to keep that smile on her stupid, soft fucking face,”

Mel’s hand moved upwards and reached out, a tender stroke on her mother’s cheek, “Perfect, Mum,”

With that it seemed she had deemed the interaction over, leaving her stunned and rabid as she slipped out of the blue room in search of Jayce, or Viktor, or most likely both.

You were struggling to socialise now, brain lagging against the alcohol and noise, longing for the quiet weed fuelled haze of the Medarda games room. Cadence had clocked your distant lack of interest before you did, wandering off and leaving you with a rambling Powder. Her and Ekko truly were a match made in heaven. It was nearly midnight and the party was so vibrant your eyes ached.

Time to hide, time to be anti-social. Nobody to kiss, nobody you wanted to anyway.

Confusing corridors, long and ornate, as you slipped under a secluded marble staircase. Deep, soothing breaths, the darker lighting a balm.

Ambessa found that splashing her face with cold water was doing absolutely nothing. A dam she could not rebuild had burst and it was merciless, yearning for one thing and one thing alone. You were a siren, sent to kill her, sent to punish her. You were an angel, her salvation. Uncertain steps stormed out of the room, wandering aimlessly towards the party.

The countdown, though far away now, was as audible as if Vi was screaming in your ear.

What an odd year to be seeing the back of, everything changed and everything the same.

Glitter coated your skin as you made your resolution, firm and sure.

You would move on from Ambessa Medarda, even if it killed you. She would not follow you into this new chapter.

You emptied your champagne glass, peace settling in you.

Ambessa flung the door open, hinges trembling, as she looked down the long corridor.

Countdown time already? How long had she spent in that fucking bathroom?

The fabric of her trousers swished as she slipped towards the staircase, seeking a darker solace.

A resolution, a stupid tradition, a propeller forward. She would tell you how she felt, even if it killed her.

Shocked eyes lock, room spinning, dark alcove shielding them from reality.

Time slows. A war fought valiantly, lost to the hazy fog. Clashing, hungry, yearning lips. Red on smooth gloss. Hair tugged, breath stolen.

Happy New Year!

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scealaiscoite · 8 months ago

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.☽༊˚ three hundred one-word prompts

¹⁾ balcony

²⁾ sunlight

³⁾ voicemail

⁴⁾ hillside

⁵⁾ tent

⁶⁾ lavender

⁷⁾ candle

⁸⁾ hipbone

⁹⁾ bandaid

¹⁰⁾ wrinkle

¹¹⁾ scar

¹²⁾ curtains

¹³⁾ armory

¹⁴⁾ shell

¹⁵⁾ bouquet

¹⁶⁾ necklace

¹⁷⁾ shotgun

¹⁸⁾ apricot

¹⁹⁾ cheek

²⁰⁾ floorboards

²¹⁾ jacket

²²⁾ bruise

²³⁾ flight

²⁴⁾ streetlight

²⁵⁾ carafe

²⁶⁾ lipstick

²⁷⁾ scars

²⁸⁾ poolside

²⁹⁾ cockpit

³⁰⁾ petals

³¹⁾ mirror

³²⁾ lawyer

³³⁾ cloudy

³⁴⁾ butcher

³⁶⁾ bleach

³⁷⁾ sawdust

³⁸⁾ crib

³⁹⁾ ribbon

⁴⁰⁾ wallet

⁴¹⁾ pearls

⁴²⁾ steam

⁴³⁾ chain

⁴⁴⁾ deckhand

⁴⁵⁾ whiskey

⁴⁶⁾ frost

⁴⁷⁾ lace

⁴⁸⁾ camping

⁴⁹⁾ bakery

⁵⁰⁾ traitor

⁵¹⁾ cherries

⁵²⁾ lightning

⁵³⁾ hide

⁵⁴⁾ tattoo

⁵⁵⁾ bonfire

⁵⁶⁾ reverse

⁵⁷⁾ passenger

⁵⁸⁾ speedboat

⁵⁹⁾ bare

⁶⁰⁾ concrete

⁶¹⁾ lieutenant

⁶²⁾ chili

⁶³⁾ tiptoe

⁶⁴⁾ office

⁶⁵⁾ skull

⁶⁶⁾ bikini

⁶⁷⁾ cabinet

⁶⁸⁾ lumber

⁶⁹⁾ laboratory

⁷⁰⁾ paint

⁷¹⁾ arch

⁷²⁾ bitter

⁷³⁾ staircase

⁷⁴⁾ priority

⁷⁵⁾ cell

⁷⁶⁾ subordinate

⁷⁷⁾ tapes

⁷⁸⁾ mangoss

⁷⁹⁾ bralette

⁸⁰⁾ whiplash

⁸¹⁾ syringe

⁸²⁾ cinnamon

⁸³⁾ tequila

⁸⁴⁾ garden

⁸⁵⁾ cigarette

⁸⁶⁾ sofa

⁸⁷⁾ rain

⁸⁸⁾ teammate

⁸⁹⁾ oleander

⁹⁰⁾ boss

⁹¹⁾ pillar

⁹²⁾ amethyst

⁹³⁾ footpath

⁹⁴⁾ driver

⁹⁵⁾ massage

⁹⁶⁾ stitches

⁹⁷⁾ jeans

⁹⁸⁾ brand

⁹⁹⁾ blackout

¹⁰⁰⁾ sunglasses

¹⁰¹⁾ lunar

¹⁰²⁾ velvet

¹⁰³⁾ captain

¹⁰⁴⁾ afternoon

¹⁰⁵⁾ ivy

¹⁰⁶⁾ salty

¹⁰⁷⁾ portrait

¹⁰⁸⁾ strawberries

¹⁰⁹⁾ torn

¹¹⁰⁾ cocktails

¹¹¹⁾ roommate

¹¹²⁾ bridge

¹¹³⁾ table

¹¹⁴⁾ hotel

¹¹⁵⁾ jasmine

¹¹⁶⁾ armchair

¹¹⁷⁾ satin

¹¹⁸⁾ bedsheet

¹¹⁹�� hedgerow

¹²⁰⁾ thigh

¹²¹⁾ cliff

¹²²⁾ gravel

¹²³⁾ apartment

¹²⁴⁾ keycard

¹²⁵⁾ coffee

¹²⁶⁾ babysitter

¹²⁷⁾ fire

¹²⁸⁾ chalk

¹²⁹⁾ hurricane

¹³⁰⁾ crickets

¹³¹⁾ amber

¹³²⁾ sherriff

¹³³⁾ lamplight

¹³⁴⁾ flag

¹³⁵⁾ airport

¹³⁶⁾ gasoline

¹³⁷⁾ cherub

¹³⁸⁾ clementine

¹³⁹⁾ scalpel

¹⁴⁰⁾ motel

¹⁴¹⁾ parish

¹⁴²⁾ lighter

¹⁴³⁾ highrise

¹⁴⁴⁾ crowbar

¹⁴⁵⁾ sundress

¹⁴⁶⁾ newspaper

¹⁴⁷⁾ screws

¹⁴⁸⁾ uniform

¹⁴⁹⁾ gold

¹⁵⁰⁾ buckshots

¹⁵¹⁾ coast

¹⁵²⁾ handcuffs

¹⁵³⁾ gunpowder

¹⁵⁴⁾ badge

¹⁵⁵⁾ orchids

¹⁵⁶⁾ chef

¹⁵⁷⁾ levee

¹⁵⁸⁾ tea

¹⁵⁹⁾ helicopter

¹⁶⁰⁾ cemetery

¹⁶¹⁾ ice

¹⁶²⁾ heirloom

¹⁶³⁾ tarpaulin

¹⁶⁴⁾ rural

¹⁶⁵⁾ sergeant

¹⁶⁶⁾ tsunami

¹⁶⁷⁾ lemon

¹⁶⁸⁾ debt

¹⁶⁹⁾ skyscraper

¹⁷⁰⁾ caramel

¹⁷¹⁾ hottub

¹⁷²⁾ rum

¹⁷³⁾ pet

¹⁷⁴⁾ tradition

¹⁷⁵⁾ perfume

¹⁷⁶⁾ bracelet

¹⁷⁷⁾ secretary

¹⁷⁸⁾ degree

¹⁷⁹⁾ braids

¹⁸⁰⁾ prescription

¹⁸¹⁾ invitation

¹⁸²⁾ cocoa

¹⁸³⁾ ransom

¹⁸⁴⁾ boxers

¹⁸⁵⁾ theatre

¹⁸⁶⁾ mascara

¹⁸⁷⁾ sand

¹⁸⁸⁾ collar

¹⁸⁹⁾ shoulder

¹⁹⁰⁾ lipgloss

¹⁹¹⁾ membership

¹⁹²⁾ heatwave

¹⁹³⁾ disco

¹⁹⁴⁾ cabin

¹⁹⁵⁾ popcorn

¹⁹⁶⁾ altar

¹⁹⁷⁾ radio

¹⁹⁸⁾ bayou

¹⁹⁹⁾ bodyguard

²⁰⁰⁾ glitter

²⁰¹⁾ mustache

²⁰²⁾ protector

²⁰³⁾ contacts

²⁰⁴⁾ bullets

²⁰⁵⁾ groceries

²⁰⁶⁾ raspberry

²⁰⁷⁾ microphone

²⁰⁸⁾ coconut

²⁰⁹⁾ villain

²¹⁰⁾ earlobe

²¹¹⁾ purse

²¹²⁾ flood

²¹³⁾ shot

²¹⁴⁾ windbreaker

²¹⁵⁾ granite

²¹⁶⁾ highway

²¹⁷⁾ eggshells

²¹⁸⁾ hoarse

²¹⁹⁾ chocolates

²²⁰⁾ trembling

²²¹⁾ buttercream

²²²⁾ rings

²²³⁾ holster

²²⁴⁾ briefcase

²²⁵⁾ wrist

²²⁶⁾ piercings

²²⁷⁾ cowboy

²²⁸⁾ ashes

²²⁹⁾ ankle

²³⁰⁾ neroli

²³¹⁾ orchard

²³²⁾ tires

²³³⁾ salmon

²³⁴⁾ peaches

²³⁵⁾ rooftop

²³⁶⁾ toast

²³⁷⁾ gala

²³⁸⁾ sage

²³⁹⁾ graduation

²⁴⁰⁾ reporter

²⁴¹⁾ belt

²⁴²⁾ antidote

²⁴³⁾ ship

²⁴⁴⁾ officer

²⁴⁵⁾ wine

²⁴⁶⁾ corridor

²⁴⁷⁾ cold

²⁴⁸⁾ hangover

²⁴⁹⁾ fingertip

²⁵⁰⁾ vintage

²⁵¹⁾ cupcake

²⁵²⁾ saviour

²⁵³⁾ gentleman

²⁵⁴⁾ loan

²⁵⁵⁾ hostage

²⁵⁶⁾ evergreen

²⁵⁷⁾ denial

²⁵⁸⁾ housewife

²⁵⁹⁾ riverbank

²⁶⁰⁾ marshmallows

²⁶¹⁾ books

²⁶²⁾ hockey

²⁶³⁾ lizard

²⁶⁴⁾ silver

²⁶⁵⁾ dinner

²⁶⁶⁾ pear

²⁶⁷⁾ bound

²⁶⁸⁾ waiter

²⁶⁹⁾ tender

²⁷⁰⁾ fallen

²⁷¹⁾ banquet

²⁷²⁾ announcement

²⁷³⁾ roast

²⁷⁴⁾ sneer

²⁷⁵⁾ exes

²⁷⁶⁾ stovetop

²⁷⁷⁾ brass

²⁷⁸⁾ clay

²⁷⁹⁾ valet

²⁸⁰⁾ schoolbus

²⁸¹⁾ exhausted

²⁸²⁾ field

²⁸³⁾ hoodie

²⁸⁴⁾ sugar

²⁸⁵⁾ palmtree

²⁸⁶⁾ burnt

²⁸⁷⁾ diner

²⁸⁸⁾ snake

²⁸⁹⁾ fever

²⁹⁰⁾ domestic

²⁹¹⁾ plaid

²⁹²⁾ wreck

²⁹³⁾ courtyard

²⁹⁴⁾ dozen

²⁹⁵⁾ earphones

²⁹⁶⁾ blueberry

²⁹⁷⁾ anklet

²⁹⁸⁾ shower

²⁹⁹⁾ venom

³⁰⁰⁾ lover

#for those of you who also need to find one singular Perfect word to get you to start writing. ily we are cursed to be like this 😔#prompts #one word prompts #one word prompt list #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #rp meme #otp prompts #soft prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #aesthetic prompts #word prompts

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starryeyedwolves · 2 months ago

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The List in His Head (and His Heart)

There is a list in Remus' head. Not on paper, because Sirius would find it, and then he’d never let it go. Not because he’d be cruel, but because he’d read every line like scripture and smile so wide Remus would forget how to speak.

The list is titled, simply:

“Reasons Why I Love Sirius Black.”

It’s not chronological. It doesn’t start from the beginning—from the moment Sirius had sauntered into his train compartment in first year and tossed his hair like he was trying to impress the ceiling. It doesn’t begin with the first time Sirius stood in front of him in second year and growled at Snape, “Say that again and I swear to Merlin I’ll hex your eyebrows off.”

It starts somewhere entirely different.

It starts with:

1. He looks slightly deranged when he smiles.

Which, really, is true.

Not unhinged—Remus wouldn’t say that. But there’s something mad and uncontainable about the way Sirius’ whole face lights up when he grins, especially when it’s directed at Remus. Like he’s too full of joy for his body to hold, like he’s laughing at the sheer impossibility of the two of them being real. His teeth gleam, his eyes crinkle like he’s never had a worry in his life, and it hits Remus every time, like a curse: I’m so bloody in love with you, it’s stupid.

Sirius walks into the kitchen, hair a mess, sleep shirt hanging off one shoulder, and beams at Remus like he’s the morning sun. Remus, mid-tea, thinks: There he goes again, looking like a lunatic and ruining my day with love.

Then there’s:

2. He buys me books to go with my collection.

Remus never asks. Never hints. But Sirius does it anyway—always paying attention. He'll spot a missing title on Remus' shelf or pick up something obscure because “The shopkeeper said it was full of angst and yearning, and it screamed ‘you'."

Sometimes it’s poetry—ragged, secondhand books with spines cracked from love. Sometimes it’s ridiculous magical theory that Remus swears he’ll never read and ends up quoting from a week later. Once, it was a children’s picture book titled Howl Like You Mean It.

One rainy Sunday, Sirius returned from a morning stroll with a bag tucked under his coat.

“I got you something,” he said casually, dropping it onto Remus’ lap like it wasn’t heavy with meaning.

Remus opened the parcel and nearly choked. A first edition. Worn, yes, but beautiful.

“I thought you hated this author,” Remus said, awed.

“I do,” Sirius replied. “But you don’t. So.”

Later, Sirius fell asleep beside him with his head in Remus’ lap while Remus read aloud. And Remus added another line to the list:

3. He makes even the most broken things feel chosen.

And of course, there’s:

4. He once brought home a stray cat.

Remus had come home from work to the sound of frantic meowing and a very loud crash.

“Sirius?” he called.

“No cats here!” came the suspiciously defensive reply.

He found Sirius crouched beside the couch, guilty and sheepish, with a wide-eyed tabby in his lap.

“She followed me home.”

“Did she, or did you carry her three blocks and buy her a name tag?”

“She looked cold. And a little sarcastic. I felt seen.”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just turned, grabbed his keys again, and said, “I’m going to get cat food. Don’t let her eat your biscuits.”

When he came back, Sirius and the cat were curled up together on the couch, fast asleep. The cat stayed. Her name became Clementine. Sirius claimed she preferred him. She did not.

Remus’ list continued to grow:

5. He pretends to be reckless, but he’s all heart.

6. He hums when he thinks I’m asleep.

7. He cries at books but denies it.

8. He talks to me like I’m something sacred.

9. He knows how I like my tea without asking.

10. He always saves the last biscuit for me, even though he pretends he forgot it was there.

And one day, Remus wrote it all down. Just once. Ink and paper, a small indulgence. He tucked it into an old journal and shoved it into the back of the desk drawer.

He didn’t expect Sirius to find it.

But Sirius was looking for stamps. And he did.

Sirius wasn't snooping.

He’s definitely not snooping.

He’s looking for stamps. That’s it. Totally innocent. Until his fingers land on a little worn book that definitely isn't where the stamps usually are.

He almost doesn’t open it.

But maybe he’s allowed to indulge just a little.

When he sees the title, he freezes.

“Reasons Why I Love Sirius Black.”

He reads.

And Sirius Black—a man who once cursed an entire hallway because someone said romance was “for saps”—feels like his ribs are being rearranged.

He looks slightly deranged when he smiles.

Sirius snorts. “Rude.”

He buys me books to go with my collection.

Fair. He does.

He brought home a stray cat.

That cat loved him.

Every single line is a spell. A soft little miracle. Sirius’ heart feels like it’s expanding too fast, like it might tear open from how big and ridiculous and real all of this is.

When Remus walks into the room and sees him holding it, he freezes.

Sirius looks up at him, eyes wide. “You love me like this?”

Remus looks vaguely horrified. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“But I did.” Sirius crosses the room and cups his face, gently. “And I’m not giving it back.”

Remus opens his mouth, then closes it.

“Okay,” he says quietly. “But now you have to make one too.”

Sirius grins.

“Oh, trust me, Moony. I’ve been working on mine for years.”

The List Sirius Black Eventually Writes Down

1. He reads to me when I can’t sleep.

2. He laughs like it surprises him every time.

3. He looks at me like I’m worth something.

4. He’s the first place that’s ever felt like home.

5. He leaves me notes in the margins of my books. Sometimes they’re facts. Sometimes they’re insults. I treasure both.

6. He knows when I need silence, and when I need noise.

7. He never says “I told you so.” Even when I really, really deserve it.

8. He lets me be soft.

They start adding to their lists together. Over tea. Over late-night toast. With Clementine purring in Sirius’ lap and Remus’ hand resting over his.

Sometimes they write things that are silly.

“He sings in the shower and gets the lyrics wrong.”

“He once tried to cook me breakfast and nearly set the toast on fire. I loved it anyway.”

“He calls my scars ‘constellations.’”

And sometimes, they don’t write at all. They just look at each other across the quiet flat, a cup of tea between them, and think, I remember why.

#marauders #the marauders #marauders fandom #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #sirius black #remus lupin #remus and sirius #remus x sirius #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fanfiction #my fic #my fic writing #my writing

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maysrinn · 2 months ago

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District AU Family Tree

Featuring Lucy Gray really big Family line in the District AU! Coriolanus get off of her

Ive only did the Capitol AU before and a few things changed with the new book so let’s dip in!

A few side facts

Olive Pine (15) was the middle child of the three Baird siblings and definitely the more mature one, you couldn't leave Brody green (17) alone especially not with two apple tall Lucy Gray

Munchkin Lucy Gray was a runner and possibly the first official member to wear a rope as kiddy leash

Adelynn Blue was the stricter parent, capable of instilling fear in her two children with just a single glare-except for little Lucy Gray, who seemed immune to it. Some might argue that she inherited that trait later on for her own fledglings. On the other hand, Vincent Yale was a more relaxed father, keeping an eye on the kids being was always ready to step in when necessary.

While inheriting her mothers dresses, the guitar came from her daddy

Lucy Grays Aunt Lorelei Maroon was not married at the time and kept the family name Baird. Her soon to be husband was killed by peacekeepers when she was pregnant with Maude Ivory. She lost her life shortly after Maude Ivory was born due to sickness and infection.

Clementine Auburn inherited Lorelei Maroons Banjo as a gift from Maude Ivory

Maude Ivory also named Clementine after ‘my darling clementine’ the ballads she loved so dearly

Auburn is a tribute to the month she was born in, as the leaves glowed in the early autumn sun that October morning

Barb Azure ‘married’ her Gal down the road, and together they raised a daughter who tragically lost her parents at the tender age of three:

Unfortunately, both Barb Azure and her partner passed away prematurely.

Barb Azure and Emily were not officially married, the last name Baird was symbolic

Emily passed away at 30 from a lung disease

She was not buried on the Covey Graveyard

Barb Azure is Lenore Doves Mother, to be able to pay for Josie Minks doctor visits. She got sick after the same time Emily did, not wanting to loose her daughter as well she did everything that was necessary to secure money.

Josie Mink still passed away, however he did had more time with her mother than expected.

Lenore Doves father is a mystery as Barb Azure genuinely doesn’t know who he is, nor does she care.

Barb Azure (45) gave Birth to Lenore Dove in December and got to spend an hour with her lil girl before she passed away from complications and blood loss.

She was burried next to her lover like in the ballad she was named after ‘Barbara Allen’.

Lenore Dove was raised by Lucy Gray, Coriolanus, CC and Tam Amber

Lucy Gray and Coriolanus have an open secret relationship, everyone knows even when they think they don’t. With Coriolanus climbing the ranks and becoming Commander of 12 Lucy Gray continued to perform even tho they had the money at some point.

They did not move into victors village, even if their living situation would have even better off that way Lucy Gray felt sick to her stomach living in privilege while others had to die for it.

She was happy in a cabin near the forest Coriolanus arranged with his peacekeeper squad

Coriolanus likes to build things

Lucy Gray did loose both of her cousins, almost loosing her life as well during her last pregnancy with Cedar Fern which scared Coriolanus.

Her first bebe (clementine Auburn) was born four years at the age of 20 during Coriolanus last year of officer training, nobody told him for obvious reasons.

The obvious reason: it was out of his control and he would have come back to 12 immediately, nobody wanted that-

Every bebe has its own quirk but only Clementine challenges her father’s authority like there ain’t no one else. (Not only as father but also as commander)

Clementine having a disinterest to each new bebe addition, except for Rosie, she loves Rosie.

The only tributes Lucy Gray mentored and survived the games were family members, which did give her a bad reputation that she wasn’t trying hard enough for their kids.

Lenore Dove survives, however the circumstances Haymitchs family was doomed in both realities.

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That’s all so far, surely I didn’t got everything but I hope this explains a lil the family dynamic and history in a short version to follow the content I post on this blog 👀✨

I hope this ins’t confusing! Until next time~

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punkeropercyjackson · 8 days ago

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I'm suffering from bubble waffles cravings but unable to cook them currently due to lack of ingredients so time to do the Big Three Kids ft.my Pjo books s/i Lex aka The Primordial Kids + bubble waffles so i can cope

Lex is half chinese-dominican on their mortal parent's side so they grew up eating them as a common standard snack and a favorite dessert and know how to make a very versatile variety of bw's

So they introduced Percy,Thalia,Nico,Jason and Hazel to them.They debuted in Tlt and became best friends with Percy on his first day at Camp Half-Blood and inbetween Ttc and Botl,Lex and their dad Emil move from San Francisco to New York because of Emil's job transfering him and specifically to Percy and Sally's apartment complex so there's multiple instinces of them all sharing blue bubble waffles and Lex also adopted Nico as his new older sister when they found him crying over Bianca and was part of the bonds rekindling of Nico and Percy that happened in the Botl/Tlo year gap.It took until Tlo itself for Nico to officially join La Familia Jackson but he was Sally Jackson's son long before it(hashtag multiple parental figures rights).Nico had an embarrassing freak out over bubble waffles when he first tried them and Percy teased him and Lex told him to stop bullying his younger brother but could barely hold back their own endeared laughter

Thalia had eaten bw's exactly once back in her runaway days-She was given an entire bag of them by a kind elderly tawainese woman who cooked them for her in her food truck as she thought she deserved to eat and held genuine value to her life and well-being even though she never even got her name.When she was ressurected,one of the first thing's she did was be befriended by Lex who approached her in Cabin One on wanting her to not be a living paragon but treated as a person with feelings and needs and they made her bubble waffles as a surprise gift for her upon finding out her first experience with them.Thalia got a lil mistyeyed and made the obvious joke to deny to be as she instantly started stuffing herself and they played along with multiple bubble and waffle puns Thalia groaned and boo'd at

Hazel walked up to Lex the second she spotted them in Moa thanks to Percy's yapping over them he wouldn't stop as soon as he started getting just vaguely remembering them as she wanted to meet who her new older brother was so down bad about asap.Hazel and Lex chatted mythos things and girl things as she guided them to a cat cafe in New Rome she frequented and Lex ordered them bubble waffles once she convinced Hazel they're a must try inspite of her soon nonexistence hesitance.And as The Lost Trio settled down at Chb,Jason was offered a bw and a mango smoothie by Lex,one for each of them as they caught up with him at sword practice.Lex tried to do the thing where you press the drink you're offering someone to the side of their cheek but their motor skills switched that with pressing Jason's bubble waffle directly on his cheek.Poor guy was so startled and they shriked in embarrasment as soon as they saw what they'd done and apologized profuselly as he reassured them it was all good

The Primordial Kids' in order of intros favorite kind of bubble waffles:Bubblegum fillings with oreo bits and gummy sharks and chocolate syrup,strawberry fudge with lucky charms marshmallows and strawberry oreo chunks and matcha glaze,blue moon ice cream with dark hershey's kiss' and funfetti sprinkles toppings,chocolate mochi fillings with fruity pebbles stuck up in them too and white chocolate drizzle,unicorn ice cream with giant gummy bears and dark chocolate chunks and neapolitan frozen fudge topped off with a clementine slice on top and edible glitter bits

And they all meet up to get some whenever they aren't feeling fast food on certain reunions!!

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stardustandrockets · 4 months ago

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What's your favorite rep to see in books?

Here are a few of my favorite books that feature asexual and/or aromantic leads. For the longest time I never saw characters that were like me in books. I feel like a lot of y'all can probably relate to that in some way. With it being "the month of love" I wanted to showcase characters that don't fit the traditional (read: heteronormative) mold of romance/love.

I included six characters that made me feel seen in one way or another.

1. Charlie Winshaw (The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun)

2. Clementine Hughes (How to Sell Your Blood and Fall in Love by D.N. Bryn)

3. Tori Spring (Solitaire by Alice Oseman)

4. Wren Roland (Never Been Kissed by Timothy Janovsky)

5. Syd (The Heartbreak Bakery by A.R. Capetta)

6. Georgia Warr (Loveless by Alice Oseman)

You don't have to fit what society says you should when it comes to relationships and romance. You don't want a partner? Great! You want three partners? Also great! No interest in anything but friendship? Wonderful! There's no right or wrong answer here and I hope you find representation in the books you read. Even if it takes a little searching to do so. You deserve it. 🖤

#asexuality #asexual #asexual tumblr #charlie winshaw #the charm offensive #clementine hughes #how to sell your blood and fall in love #tori spring #solitaire #heartstopper #wren roland #never been kissed #the heartbreak bakery #georgia warr #loveless #stardust book recs #stardustandrockets

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mossy-paws · 6 months ago

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hello! I do parody accounts of phighting characters on twt, I was wondering if you would allow me to make a parody account of one of your biografts? (Leaning towards mossgraft or jestergraft.) I was also here to half ask if you have any more content of either of them../nf/lh

STARES SO HARD,,, I think I would be cool with that!! I definitely recommend dm-ing me on here or discord though so we can both talk about it a bit more so we can lay some stuffs down :3! Especially if you’re thinking about doing one for Mossgraft since I’m really attached to her specifically + they have PROBABLY the most expansive lore!

Also,, ohhhhhh boy do I got some food for you /silly like I said Mossgraft is my BABY (they were also my first EVER PHIGHTING oc and were made like 2 days after I got into the game LMFAO) so out of all of my bio’s them, Clementine, and Wall-e are by far my favorites

buuuut for Mossgraft and wall-e specifically with lore, there is a LOT, so I’ll start with a bit of design and lore history and then get into the really fun stuff :3

soooo where to begin! So to start, like I said Mossgraft was my first ever phighting oc made basically when I first got into the fandom, originally, Mossgraft was a custom built supposed to be betagraft prototype that failed pretty harshly and became sentient and then booked it out to playground LMAO, they were also supposed to be married to catshot because when i first started playing the game I wouldn’t stop calling him “wife” (catshot as a skin was also literally the ENTIRE reason why I first started playing,, that and broker). This is not Mossgrafts lore anymore (at least not fully) and they safe to say aren’t married to anyone now.

Mossgrafts old design was also WAAAAY different to say the least, when making it I was having such an actual pain trying to get the colors right + I didn’t really have much down for their lore, so you can probably see the struggle I was having there LMFAO

Now! Time for the fun parts when it came to design, obviously you can tell after I created that absolutely horrific version of them I still was VERY unhappy about their colors and stuff, so I was playing around with them on this one specific piece (if anyone remembers this you are the GOAT) which was I BELIEVE(?) made when BH was first introduced. At this point I don’t really remember much extra lore and stuff for them (not even the venom bits were thought up yet) but yeah!

At this point though, I really wanted to make an actual design for Mossgraft, and so I did! This was when I first came up with the idea of murder dronifying them /j and when I first came up with Wall-e! At this point Wall-e’s lore was basically non-existent other then what’s on the ref LMAO and mossgraft’s was still a huge WIP

Now this is just a really small but pretty influential thing I made for Wall-e, this was when I was first coming up with his lore! Basically, Wall-e is one of three original biograft proto-types created by subspace. All of them were made as a sort of practice to see if they could actually mass produce Biografts- with Wall-e being the zetagraft proto, Violet being the Betagraft proto, and cyan being scrapped completely

Why was Proto-type cyan specifically cancelled? Well, all of the protos were made for one reason; testing. They were made to be used as testers and NOTHING else, just as a sort of social experiment in a way where Subspace can monitor their behaviors and such and then later on make changes to the designs and coding and such. This didn’t go well though, and Cyan ended up going rogue and dismantling Violet (who was also beginning to go grow sentient, it was just much less violent about it and was uncontrollable because of fear) and then breaking out of the labs and going on a rampage and killing a ton of Blackrock civilians before it was eventually recaptured and killed. Wall-e, afterwards, was SUPPOSED to be dismantled, but managed to somehow escape (NOTE: this was changed later down the line and now in wall-e lore Cyan had attempted to dismantle it too but failed before it was detained). Mossgraft, shortly before cyans failure, was created as another way to test biografts made for war, created with Violets alternative blueprints and made 3000 times more deadly… this though, also failed. After cyans failure (NOTE: in new lore, Mossgraft was the one who eventually killed Cyan after a few months of it being rampant, which is why wall-e was eventually saved by it) Mossgraft managed to break free from Blackrock, saving wall-e from being dismantled in the process completely by accident, and… then moved to playground to be spiteful…… It didn’t ask for wall-e to come follow it, wall-e just ended up tagging along after his saving and just,, hasn’t left. Mossgraft doesn’t really mind this though, since wall-e hasn’t done anything to harm Mossgraft. (Maybe Mossgraft cares a LITTLE bit about it, just maybe, they would never say it though).

in playground, Mossgraft was later found and taken in (?) by a small gang of demons who use it as basically a fucking threat to anyone trying to annoy them LMAO, these guys don’t have designs yet, but they’re named Rainbowcape (just a little gal,, she’s as sweet as can be in most occasions although she can be a bit mean even if she doesn’t mean it, she has a good heart though), Overseer spider (a manipulative little rat of a man /j who’s a Thieves den/Blackrock demon who later moved to playground because he hated both of his parent factions. Does he like playground? No, no not really, but in his opinions it’s better than either of the latter.), and a few other demons who I really haven’t put much thought into. Mossgraft honestly does NOT care much about the gang, they just also tolerate their presence because 1) they haven’t done anything violent to Mossgraft yet 2) treat Mossgraft really well since Mossgraft is basically their shield and means of protection and 3) Mossgraft kind of thinks they’re funny, it’s like watching a sitcom with those demons.

For dreamgraft, its lore ties pretty heavily in with Mossgrafts, although its lore is much less “pronounced” then M’s is. For Dreamgraft, it was created specifically to target and kill Mossgraft, other rogue bio’s, and demons (although mainly to track down and kill Mossgraft). I actually came up with dreamgraft’s concept well. From their namesake, although they looked way different in my dream then on paper LMAO

But! Back on track, Dreamgraft was created using another offshoot of regular betagraft (and a tiny bit of violets) blueprints AFTER Mossgraft had left. Why now, would a biograft be made specifically to hunt down another one? Well… this is because of Mossgraft basically being a walking war crime, which was also why it was never remade, Mossgraft is INCREDIBLY dangerous and the other factions did not appreciate it getting loose so they had to get on blackrocks ass about fixing their mistakes and killing it……. This is easier said then done though, because Mossgraft knows DAMN WELL that it does not wanna get dismantled so will gladly do anything to avoid getting caught by anything it so even suspects to be of Blackrock origin. So, they had to come up with a counter too it- and so Dreamgraft was made! Its code, unlike Mossgrafts, was absolutely PERFECTED and because of this Dreamgraft isn’t sentient, its biggest goal is to track down Mossgraft and kill it. Mossgraft is smart enough to know how to avoid it in most circumstances, though it has had some close calls in the past since dreamgraft’s toxic vapor can be a real pain to get away from.

Jestergraft was created as something akin to a “show biograft” and is subspaces personal pet biograft. How did he get away with making this when it does almost nothing else other then looking pretty, you may ask? No clue! But hey at least it can tell you the time and juggle!! Anyways subspace basically just wanted a biograft he could baby and it SHOWS with Jestergraft… especially because it’s sentient and boy oh boy is this little fucker smart. It’s code corrupted almost the second it was made but it’s learned how to masterfully hide it since if it shows any sort of sentience around its creator it’ll get dismantled. It also copy’s subspace’s manner of speech (making it even more insufferable to be around).

It also doesn't really *like* other biografts, but it knows how to manipulate them into doing its bidding’s when subspace isn’t looking. Dreamgraft on the other hand it HATES because it can’t. It thinks Dreamgraft 1) is a threat to its status and 2) sentient…. It’s not, though, why does Jestergraft think it is? Absolutely no clue at all. I like to think of it as some mad little brother trying to pin all bad these things on the really tired, annoyed, and uncaring older sibling who’s done absolutely nothing.

so, that’s basically it for a lot of their lore! I’m not gonna be doing mangografts/clementines/or sootgrafts for the time being since sootgraft and Mangograft have their own lores and clementines would take HOURS to write out fully (I actually DO have a plan for drawing out a poem I wrote out about biografts that will reveal a lot of his lore in the distance future, but for now I just don’t really have the time to dedicate to it :sadface:). For Mossgraft and wall-e though, I do actually have some FUNNNN ideas for them planned in the future! Specifically since I’ve been getting into transformers I’ve been itching to make some fun little “what if” alternative designs for them specifically, as well as some other lore pieces and such of them! For prototype cyan, I actually wrote a small little fic of them a long time ago, I doubt I’ll ever post it but if I do I’ll be sure to attach it to here! It’s very unfinished and old though so it’s not the most interesting read LOL

now,, for some fun stuff! Doodles and extra little pieces :3

First one is because a friend said they wanted to kiss Mossgraft (hi steam), second was actually a tumblr request! It was a fun little piece where someone asked me how the bio’s would react to a phone (fun fact, none of them know what one is (besides jester that is)). The third and fourth pieces were me trying to redesign Mossgraft and wall-e after their second ref was made (I later gave up because of motivation loss LMAO). Sixth was self indulgent, I just wanted to draw them as cats, seventh is an old old doodle of Cyan, this was me just testing out a brush. And the last is just a fun little wall-e thing

anyways! I hope you liked the lore dump, if you wanna talk more about making a parody account please do dm me for sure :3! I do got some important stuff to lay down (duh) but yeah!

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My June Reads

Storygraph introduced auto-generated graphics for sharing our reads by the month, which makes it much easier to do a review, and here I am! Sorry it's kinda pixelly, the settings on Storygraph aren't perfect yet but they're planning to add functionality.

I've been posting on the Duck Prints Press Book Lover's Server for a while, so everyone knows there that the answer to "how do you read so much?" is the library, but just to be clear, if it's a graphic novel, I got it from one of three libraries - either my local system, @queerliblib, or the Japan Foundation Library. The last two are both free-throughout-the-US Libby libraries and they've both been awesome.

Prose books, I usually own.

Anyway. Onward! My June reads:

How to Love: A Guide to Feelings and Relationships for Everyone by Alex Norris (graphic novel, short self-help stories about how to be in relationships, how to be alone, etc., all very inclusive.

Blue Flag Vol. 1 - 2 by Kaito (manga series about modern high school and a young man and his best friend - who has a crush on him - and a young woman and her best friend - who has a crush on her. poly vibes.)

The Tea Dragon Festival and The Tea Dragon Tapestry by K. O'Neill (graphic novels, very fluffy fantasy slice-of-life with various queer rep)

Squad by Maggie Toluda-Hall and Lisa Sterle (graphic novel, modern with magic, wlw high school student discovers that fitting in with the cool kids means becoming a murderous werewolf)

Clementine vol. 1 and 2 by Tille Walden (graphic novel, post-apocalyptic set in the same 'verse as The Walking Dead about a wlw amputee surviving against the zombies.

A Thousand Hopes, A Thousand Risks by Kelas Lloyd (short story, fantasy, pre-mlm between a young merchant and a god)

Ride On, Shooting Star by J. D. Harlock (short story, science fiction, a space courier wants to retire)

Deadendia vol. 1 by Hamish Steele (graphic novel, modern with magic/horror elements, about a trans male teenager who runs away from home and moves into a haunted house at an amusement park)

Giant Days vol. 2 by John Allison and Whitney Cogar (graphic novel, modern college setting, about the somewhat silly lives of the main characters)

Yona of the Dawn vol. 1 by Mizuho Kusanagi (manga, fantasy, about a young princess whose kingdom gets taken over by someone she thought a friend)

In the Dark vol. 3 by Jin Shisi Chai (danmei novel, mlm, last of three volumes - I read the other two in May - about an undercover drug cop who returns home after six years undercover)

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation manhua vol. 6 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (manhua version of the MDZS novel, mlm, historical cultivation about a fraught political situation)

The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha (graphic novel playing on story of the fox maiden Gumiho in Korean mythology, with a side of wlw)

My Hero Academia vol. 9 - 12 by Kohei Horikoshi (manga series about teenagers at a high school for superheroes)

Frontera by Julio Anta and Jacoby Salcedo (graphic novel about a young man crossing the border between the US and Mexico illegally, and about the mlm ghost who helps him)

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Nagata Kabi (autobiographical manga about a young lesbian in Japan trying to figure out her identity and find companionship)

Solo Leveling vol. 1 - 2 by Chugong (a manwha series set in modern fantasy Korea, about a young man is terrible at "hunting"...until he isn't)

Haikyu!! vol. 5 - 6 by Haruichi Furudate (manga series about young men who play high school volleyball)

Little Birds by Anaïs Nin (a collection of short erotic stories with lots of trigger warnings applicable and a few dashes of wlw, originally written in the 1930s and 1940s)

To Strip the Flesh by Oto Toda (manga collection of short stories, with the longest/most involved being about a young man's journey coming out as a trans man)

Shubeik Lubeik by Deena Mohamed (graphic novel exploring three stories of Egyptians getting first-grade wishes in a modern-with-magic world, includes NB rep)

Limerence by Jiang Zi Bei (danmei novel, mlm, about a young college student who breaks up with his boyfriend and ends up falling for his ex's roommate.)

Our Colors by Gengoroh Tagame (manga about a young Japanese gay man coming our of the closet and making friends/finding a mentor in an older gay man)

Silent Hearts vol. 1 by Jing Shui Bian (danmei novel, mlm, modern high school setting, lots of disability rep though not for either member of the main couple)

Rainbow! vol. 1 by Sunny (modern, maybe with magic, about a young woman with a tough life and the people around her; wlw implied in the future?)

Out of Left Field by Jonah Newman (real-life-inspired graphic novel about a young gay man navigating high school)

Escape From St. Hell: My Trans Life Levels Up by Lewis Hancox (autobiographical graphic novel about a young trans man with severe anxiety)

This was the most pages I've read in a month all year, and the second most individual books. There's actually one more book not pictured, as it wasn't on Storygraph and I opted not to add it.

Happy reading, y'all.

#duck prints press #unforth's june reads #june reads

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 9 months ago

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Tillie finally posted the cover for Book 3 and it’s so gorgeous imo! It’ll be coming out in June 2025

Oh suuuuuure, Tillie, just drop the Book 3 cover on me while I'm at work and can't post about it, that's fiiiiiiiiine.

But yes, Tillie Walden posted the cover for Book 3 and honestly? I actually like it, y'all.

I really like the colors here, they're lovely.

So, we've got Clementine, Ricca, Olivia, Fen, and the cat, Dr. Barnwell featured on the cover pretty predominantly, which is interesting given the designs of the previous covers.

Doing a little bit more research, I also found this:

"Clementine suffers a loss unlike anything she's ever faced"... I mean, I have some doubts about that given I've, y'know, played the games and know a lot about the losses Clementine's suffered.

The darkest turn I could see would be Olivia losing her baby... which Clementine has been with someone who lost her baby before: Christa. I mean, if Tillie pulls out a walker baby in this final installment, I'll be surprised... though we should keep in mind that Tillie herself had a baby not too long ago, so I don't know how willing she is to take that route, y'know? It's an exceptionally dark topic to begin with, but she's written about some other very serious and heavy topics so if she's willing, I'm willing to give it a go.

But listen... "The Gardener"?? Tell me more?? If they're the new antagonist, please be better than Miss Morro?? I beg of you??? The implications of someone, a "mentor," called The Gardener that offers her a new family, and a "new way of living"???? "but at what cost"???

Y'all, are they joining a cult? Please tell me they're joining a cult.

Clementine had that line about cults in Book One. Foreshadowing? Tillie, you genius.

I'm only partially joking. Book One was the perfect set up for a cannibalism plot twist and it just... didn't do that. Book Two could've done something way more interesting with Miss Morro, but just... didn't.

So maybe this time it really will just go for it.

My promise still stands though: If Amos comes back as a twist villain, the book gets an immediate 5/5 stars, no questions asked.

#asks #twdg #twdg clementine #clementine book three #oh boy y'all.... june 2025 #thank you guys for sending me these asks like i saw it on insta while on my break so i came here and there you were haha #i appreciate you keepin' me on my toes #i would write more but i'm so tired... i worked all day so my brain is just bleeeggghhhhh...#maybe tomorrow i'll give some more thoughts/answer any asks that come in about this when i can think better #but i do think this cover is the best looking of the three and i'm hoping to see the artstyle inside improve #i dunno. we'll talk about it more tomorrow after i've had sleep hahaha

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camisoledadparis · 4 months ago

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 30

January 30, 1965

Historical Context

Winston Churchill's funeral was on a scale befitting his place in history as the prime minister who guided Britain to victory during World War II. He died on January 24, 1965, having lived to the age of 90. The government had been planning extensively for his funeral in the years before his death, and it had to be revised several times as Churchill kept living, leading Lord Mountbatten to remark that "the pallbearers kept dying and Churchill kept living." It became the largest state funeral in history. Representatives from over 120 countries attended the ceremony in London, including Queen Elizabeth II, for whom Churchill was reportedly her favorite prime minister. The funeral itself was watched by 350 million people on television. After his death on January 24, the Queen sent his wife Clementine Churchill a letter saying "The whole world is the poorer by the loss of his many-sided genius while the survival of this country and the sister nations of the Commonwealth, in the face of the greatest danger that has ever threatened them, will be a perpetual memorial to his leadership, his vision and indomitable courage". Vast numbers of dignitaries attended the funeral, including wartime colleagues Dwight D. Eisenhower and Charles de Gaulle as well as several past British prime ministers.

1859 – Edward Martyn was born on this date. (d.1923); Martyn was the first president of Sinn Féin, the Irish republican movement's political party, which he co-founded with Arthur Griffith, serving from 1904 to 1908. He was homosexual and the son of a wealthy Catholic family from Tillyra Castle in County Galway.

A pillar of the Celtic Renaissance, in 1899 Martyn co-founded, with the poet W.B. Yeats, what became Ireland's famous national theater, The Abbey, the Irish Literary Theatre (1899), which was part of the nationalist revival of interest in Ireland's Gaelic literary history. He was a cousin and friend to George Moore, the Irish novelist, though their relationship was often antagonistic.

Violently opposed to British rule in Ireland, he was the center of a court case in 1905 as the result of an off-the-cuff remark in which he stated that "All Irishmen who join the English army ought to be flogged". He died in 1923, unmarried, and after donating his body to science, was buried at his own request in a pauper's grave.

Martyn was outed by his friend George Moore, a prolific novelist, critic, and polemicist, in his three-volume memoir "Hail and Farewell" (published between 1911 and 1914), which entertained its readers but infuriated his former friend. Moore himself said of these memoirs, "Dublin is now divided into two sets; one half is afraid it will be in the book, and the other is afraid that it won't".

Moore, who was attracted to the handsome young Yeats, later fell in love with the celebrated French painter Edouard Manet, who painted three portraits of him. Moore was influenced by the homosexual Oxford critic Walter Pater, and Moore's 1886 work, A Drama in Muslin, contained references to Lesbianism. Moore's 1887 novel, A Mere Accident, also has a homosexual theme and its central character is again based on Martyn.

1889 – Joseph Fielding Smith (d.1964) was presiding patriarch and a general authority of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS Church) from 1942 until 1946.

Smith was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, the son of a LDS Church apostle. He went to school at the University of Utah. In 1929, he married Ruth Pingree. Together they had 7 children.

At the age of 43, Smith was ordained a high priest and Patriarch to the Church on 8 October 1942 by Church President Heber J. Grant. He served but four years before it was reported by the church that he had requested to be released from his position. His request was granted by Church President George Albert Smith on 6 October 1946, with the church announcing that Smith was released for reasons of "ill health." After Smith's death it was discovered that the patriarch had been involved in a homosexual affair with a 21-year-old U.S. Navy sailor, who was also a Latter-day Saint.

After being released, Smith took his family to Honolulu, Hawaii, where he continued to raise his family. For a time, Smith was not allowed to hold any position in the church, but reportedly was "treated with compassion." In 1957, Smith was again allowed to serve in the church after he had forsaken his homosexual behavior.

1948 – Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated in New Delhi, India by a Hindu religious extremist. Gandhi had ended British rule in India through nonviolent resistance.

"Non-violence is not a garment to be put on and off at will. Its seat is in the heart, and it must be an inseparable part of our very being," he stated in 1926.

His teachings were used during many of the Gay demonstrations of the 60s and 70s and were a major influence on Martin Luther King, through his gay cohort and fellow organizer, Bayard Rustin, who studied with Gandhi and brought the idea of satyagraha (a synthesis of the Sanskrit words Satya (meaning "truth") and Agraha ("insistence", or "holding firmly to") back to the American civil rights movement Today, the Gay Christian group Soulforce continues the uses Gandhi's non violence practices in its demonstrations against Christian churches that discriminate against GLBT people.

1951 – A California appellate court upholds the oral copulation conviction of a man based on police looking into the window of a restroom.

1961 – The New Mexico House of Representatives votes 37-28 in favor of a revised criminal code that includes a repeal of the state's sodomy law. This is the first vote by a U.S. legislative body to repeal a sodomy law. This bill refers to sodomitical relations as "variant sexual practice," something unique in U.S. history.

1981 – Fernando Grostein Andrade, born in São Paulo, is a Brazilian filmmaker, director, producer, screenwriter, director of photography, and media entrepreneur. He is a columnist for VEJA magazine and the newspaper Folha de S. Paulo.

His best-known work is the documentary Quebrando o Tabu, which discusses alternative policies to the War on Drugs and features former Brazilian president Fernando Henrique Cardoso as well as former US presidents Bill Clinton, Jimmy Carter, infectologist Drauzio Varella and writer Paulo Coelho.

In 2012, in partnership with Sun Dog Pictures, owned by British entrepreneur Richard Branson, the documentary was adapted into an international version which was narrated by actor Morgan Freeman. The project has spun off into the largest online platform in defense for human rights, with over 15 million followers between Facebook and Instagram.

Abe, his most recent movie, was selected to the Sundance Film Festival in 2019, and stars Noah Schnapp and Seu Jorge.

Fernando was also selected a Young Global Leader by the World Economic Forum in 2019. He is a founder of Spray Media, which produces content for cinema as well as YouTube and branded content. Other works include the documentary Wandering Heart, with Caetano Veloso, and a number of publicity campaign for big brands such as Nestlé, Coca-Cola, and Volkswagen.

Fernando is the son of PhD urbanist Marta Dora Grostein and journalist Mario Escobar de Andrade, director of Playboy magazine in Brazil, who died in 1991. He is brother, on his mother's side, of the TV host Luciano Huck. He currently resides in Los Angeles with his husband, actor Fernando Siqueira.

2003 – On this date Belgium became the second country in the world to legally recognize same-sex marriage, with some restrictions. According to the Belgian Official Journal, approximately 300 same-sex couples were married between June 2003 and April 2004 (245 in 2003 and 55 in 2004). This constituted 1.2 percent of the total number of marriages in Belgium during that period. Two thirds of the married couples were gay male couples; the remainder were lesbian couples. On 22 July 2005, the Belgian government announced that a total of 2,442 same-sex marriages had taken place in the country since the extension of marriage rights to same-sex couples two and a half years earlier.

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Tired of old bunkers with no colors and nothing to do? Well introducing The Fallout Bunker! A wonderful world of endless imagination (& it keeps you safe) created by Sebs (@sebbs12), Pip (@tu-es-gegg), Snowball (@starry-bugs), and of course me.

We also had some more minor help from @itsalmos @skullhalo @mooncenterdown @gempuff11 @itsgwencayyye @elcucurucho @daddyboyhalo and @disfrutalakia

Firstly the main entrance, complete with kitchen and storage:

Then all the croptopia trees for all your farming needs, look at that realistic sky:

Need a good vacation spot try our indoor beach with a forever sunset created by @sebbs12:

Fresh for the station meet our barn animals locked up for your safety and viewing pleasure:

Now we enter where you'll be staying, our wonderful and creative hotel personalized for our clients needs. Includes a kitchen, sleeping space, and at least 1 other quality of life inclusion such as dining, work space, cozy area, etc.

Starting with Squash & Midori's Room:

Then Lilou, Chickadee, and Tonmy's Room, booking a three will get you a loft or room expansion:

Next up Mara and Mika's Room:

Next up our largest suite Clementine, Snowball, and Hima's Room with guest space for Licorice, Spore, and Sombra. Includes Personalized spaces such as Hima's Cozy Corner, Snowball's Kitchen and Bar, and Clem's Diner:

We move onto one of the more creative rooms in the build, Mozzarella and Plume's Room:

Finally we get to the accidental booking, ten in a two, with the residents of Val, Almos, Gwen, Tron, Lim, Kia, Luvi, Bebe, Cryptid, and Ex Resident Lyre:

Last but not least we have Sebs and Pip's Room, designed by the builders themselves:

Big thanks to the moral support for the project from: Hima, Tron (we put him in both places because he was just kinda there) , Mimi, Lilou, Clem, Spore, Sombra, Licorice, Mozzarella, Q (ooc), Chickadee, and Luvi

Available for booking: NEVER

Have fun and enjoy your stay!

#val ramblings #qblrsmp #if you helped with the project and I missed you please tell me there was a lot of people helping out #so its been hard to keep track of

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── ( ashley moore. twentyfour. demi woman. she/they. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ZAHARA VISSER anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of crushcrushcrush by paramore last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR studying MUSIC PERFORMANCE & COMPOSITION ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re EBULLIENT, DIFFIDENT and a CANCER . last night they kept going on and on about how they won LEAST LIKELY TO KEEP A SECRET LONGER THAN 24HR last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, DEVOTED, DISORGANIZED, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the ruins, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by lulu. 28. she/they. cst.

BASICS

full name : zahara mae visser .

nickname(s) : zee .

age : twenty - four .

date of birth : september 19th , 2001 .

birth chart : aquarius sun , cancer moon , pisces rising .

hometown : bristol , england .

gender : demi woman .

pronouns : she / they .

sexual orientation : bisexual .

DISPOSITION

myers - briggs : the campaigner ( enfp-a ) .

ennegram : the helper ( type two ) .

moral alignment : chaotic good .

likes : online shopping , wine consumed straight from the bottle , leaving their cellphone on do not disturb , cracked vases filled with wild flowers , an endless supply of candles , escapism via books / television shows / and movies , live performances , thrift shopping & upcycling clothes , being thought about , sunbathing in direct sunlight like a cat , staying up until 2am to finish a song they can't get out of their head , farmer markets and petting zoos , sweets in all forms , gossiping , etc .

dislikes : spiders , dark & cramped spaces , feeling inferior , storms , people who are cruel for no reason , feeling left out , not being able to vulnerability , math , disappointing their grandmother , cigarette smoke , being pitied , bad tippers , party poopers , etc.

quirks : rambling a mile a minute, hating the sound of silence and finding it suffocating . humming random melodies and coming up with song lyrics on the spot. gravitating toward extroverts in hopes they'll adopt them into the fold. people pleasing / caving into peer pressure simply out of desire to feel close to people their own age after years of being kept locked away in a tower. laughter that can be heard three doors down. there always being a bounce in their step and it being glaringly obvious when their isn't. wearing their heart on their sleeve like it's armor. making friends easily and willing to live/die for them even faster, etc .

CHARACTER ASSOCIATIONS

phoebe buffay ( friends ) , lilo ( lilo & stitch ) , clementine kruczynski ( eternal sunshine of the spotless mind ) , jules vaughn ( euphoria) , lady bird ( lady bird ) , fox mulder ( the x files ) , holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffanys ) , fleabag ( fleabag ) , zenon ( zenon girl of the 21st century )

REPUTATION AROUND PALLADIAN

the one with their head in the clouds. the free spirit. the infectious laughter heard three door down. the anti-establishment. the rebel with many causes. the blank face staring off into the distance a million miles away. the social floater who belongs to no specific group. the chameleon constantly shifting shape and color. the lost soul. the aimless drifter. the family disappointment who tries so hard yet rarely succeeds. the bright smile waiting for you in a crowd of unfamiliar people. the house party staple. the amateur dj. the one who loves hard but has a hard time deciphering whether the love is reciprocated or one sided. the unintentional class clown. ever the optimist even when all signs point to disaster. the lover of all things macabre and spooky and unexplained. the weirdo with a heart of gold willing to believe in anyone and anything.

CHARACTER SUMMARY

tw: childhood illness, heart disease, extended hospital stays, surgery, imminent death scare, etc.

grew up in a british beach town. daddy dearest worked in local politics (nothing too high up, think leslie knope in parks & rec), daddy dearest #2 worked a lot of different jobs (dental hygenist, receptionist, boutique sales associate, daycare worker, etc) before finally settling on a career in beauty (hair, make up, etc).

by the time zahara came along they'd already had two boys and zee was supposed to be their last puzzle piece. the precious healthy baby girl they always wanted.

except that health did not really last long. zahara was six when she started showing signs of something being terribly wrong.

seven when they found a defect in her heart.

by eleven she'd already gone through four surgeries and it wasn't really looking good.

what little savings her family had was pretty much depleted trying to make sure zahara got only the best treatment money could buy but it was always temporary. she'd feel better for a little while and they'd think the new treatment or latest surgery work but then zahara would just get sick again.

at sixteen they were the sickest they'd ever been. it was official, there was nothing else doctor's could do. zee needed a new heart but who knew if they'd make it long enough to receive one.

her fathers tried to be optimistic but each day zahara only got weaker. they were inconsolable but zahara had started making peace with death long before this final verdict.

all she wanted was to see the beach one last time and to play monopoly and get ice cream after dinner with their brothers like they used to before all of this started.

so her fathers' finally listened. discharging zahara from the hospital in hopes that at the very least they'd pass in the comfort of their own home instead of a sterile impersonal hospital. determined to make the last days, weeks, of zahara's life as memorable as possible.

they were all trying to make goodbye not taste as bitter as it felt but then a miracle happened. right when they'd given up on one.

zee was seventeen when they got their new heart. a boy two towns away lost his life in a car accident and because of that zahara got another chance at life.

it's been one they've been trying really hard not to take for granted.

the first two years after the surgery were really difficult for her fathers. they were so used to having to worry about zee surviving to make it to the next day that it was hard to snap out of the fight or flight mode.

even after the surgery they didn't let her re-enroll in school. scared she'd be exposed to germs her body couldnt handle. so zee remained home schooled. and when it came time to apply for unis they convinced zee to hold off. to give their heart time to "adjust" a little longer. though zee speculated it was mainly they who needed to adjust to they thought of zee being further than 20ft from their sight for longer than a couple hours.

eventually with a powerpoint and the full support of their siblings zee was able to convince them to let her go away for uni.

it's weird being with kids their own age after so long of only have two grown men as companions. but zee's been making due. trying to play catch up and figure out what it really means to be young and relatively healthy (she'll still have to take medication for the rest of their life).

#langston.intro #if there was a fire and i could save only one muse out of the 4 i'm currently playing....just know zee would have to be that muse #sorry to leo but i think she could convince someone else to save her she has fighting spirit #zee on the other hand????? zee baby i'm getting you OUT!!!!!#love that i didnt even say sorry to max and mika in my defense max probably started the fire and mika would be the one who called 911 #from safety 3 blocks away lbr

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