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cahmilo · 2 years

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My Ken Doll ㅡ camilo m.

pairing: camilo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

tags: mutual pining, pampering, hair and skin care, make-up

summary: camilo madrigal stumbles upon the encanto's local cosmetologist during his chores and decides to get himself pampered by her.

word count: 1.5K

"Camilo!" Pepa called out to her son while she walked out the room in a sunny morning. She was in a good mood, because the weather was absolutely beautiful and bright today.

At the call of his name, Camilo immediately went to approach her. "Yes mami?"

Pepa held out a long list of paper, giving it to him. "Hijo, I was supposed to do this task but I need to clean tonito's room right now. Can you please give this to the L/N's? It's our monthly order for our supplies."

Camilo nodded in agreement, grabbing the list and scanning them. Lilac scented conditioner, Cherry lip balm, Aloe vera hair gel and a bunch of beauty products were on the list, including hair products that he was familiar with as he used them regularly to style his hair.

"Okay mami, this is at Y/N's house right?" He asked enthusiastically.

Pepa gave a sly grin, "Of course, hijo. I know you like her so I gave this task to you." She nudged his shoulders as he cringes playfully.

"Mami, I don't! She's just a close friend..."

"Okayyyyyy, but that's your chore today. Nothing else is happening so you can spend the rest of your day with her." Pepa teased her son, dragging the sounds of every word she said.

Camilo in turn scoffed playfully and bid her goodbyes. With a shy smile on his face, he immediately went out the Casita to find you.

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The curly-haired boy soon arrived at your house. Lightly knocking on the door, he was welcomed by your father.

"Hola, Señor L/N!" he smiled at the man, "Mi mami gave me this list for her new orders."

Seeing his bright smile naturally brought joy to your father. He really was the sunshine of the village for a reason. Upon receiving the paper and reading it, he then gestured to the inside of the house.

"Camilo! Good to see you early in the morning! There's a few products in here still being made right now so if you're willing to wait, you can stay inside and watch Y/N do it." Putting a hand on Camilo's shoulder, he patted him gently.

"Is it not a bother Señor? I don't wanna intrude if you guys are busy..." He replied.

"Oh it's not if its you! Y/N would absolutely love your presence. You guys haven't seen each other in so long anyways." The man nudged Camilo's shoulder and grinned as he noticed a slight blush creeping up the boy's cheeks.

"Thank you, Señor."

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"Camilo!" You exclaimed once you saw him, running for his embrace. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

The boy giggled as he tightened his arms around you. "It's only been days, bonita. Missed me that much?"

"Yeah, duh. My days were going too fine there was no one to annoy me." He rolled his eyes while ruffling her hair. Sighing in defeat, he said, "Haha, funny."

Pulling away from the hug, you then gestured to your work station, filled with pink solutions. "Perfect timing too, cause I reek of strawberries right now."

"I can tell. I'm assuming this is Dolores' shampoo?" The girl nodded with a smile. Oh dios mio, you're adorable, he thought.

As you two chatted and caught up with recent chitchats, he plopped down on your bed while you continue working. This time, you were focused on your father's notes, looking at them while trying to handmake a coconut-based conditioner for curly hair.

"I'm bored" Camilo said, breaking the long silence you two had.

"I'm now adding the scent for your conditioner right now, wanna help?" The boy perked his head up like a meerkat. Excitedly he walked out of bed to your desk yelling yes repeatedly. "Make my scent vanilla!"

"Of course I always do!" You sighed in glee, glancing at the boy beside you. Though you never showed it, you adored him. One of the ways you indirectly dropped hints was by carefully customizing and pampering him much more than your other clients. I mean, he is literally the only one in the village who smelled like vanilla and you wanted to gatekeep it that way. Unfortunately, he's too dense to see through your gestures but that doesn't stop you from trying.

You took a good look at his pretty face. "Once I'm done with this, would you want me to style your hair?" His eyes brightened, nodding enthusiastically.

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"God, your curls are amazing." You said, brushing his wet hair after applying the conditioner you just made a while ago. "I don't even need to put defining on, it already looks effortless."

Needless to say, but he was having the time of his life right now. He loves it when you play with his hair, the touch of your fingers along his scalp and strands never fails to relax and hypnotize him. And you, well, you enjoyed it as much as him. His hair was soft and silky and you would never pass an offer to pamper him on wash days.

You suddenly noticed silence taking over the both of you. His head was faced down and he didn't even respond to your compliment which was odd. Taking your hands off his hair and cupping his face, you lifted it gently and saw his eyes closed, dozing off asleep.

You giggled at the sight in front of you, his face as adorable and you held so much to avoid squishing his cheeks. You gently traced your fingers on his nose bridge and slowly massaged his face.

"Milo, we need to rinse your hair now." Waking up with droopy eyes, he shook himself and lightly patted his cheeks. "Sorry, did I pass out?"

"Yeah, but you're cute so I'll give it a pass. Now, come on, after this I wanna put make-up on you." You said, standing up to leave, getting a fresh towel.

Mierda. There you go again, leaving him flustered and in a blushing mess.

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"When you're doing your eyeshadow, make sure that the darkest color doesn't pass your deep crease. Sometimes I see yours pass through your above crease- this one here- and it makes it look more messy." You rambled, proceeding to put make-up and eyeshadow on his face.

Camilo was listening to every word you were saying. Then again, he was still very flustered by your comments and your close proximity to him so focusing on your words and listening to them was a way to keep him from spacing out and day dreaming.

"Yeah but putting eyeshadow is challenging, my eyes keep twitching if I do it by myself." He grumbled, looking down while you dab the brush in his eyelids.

You chuckled, "Practice makes perfect, Cami." Looking away to grab a tissue to wipe the smudge, "I'd say you can crash anytime if you want me to style you but you need to learn to do it on your own." You pointed out, using your makeup brush to boop his nose.

He sighed, scrunching his nose. He wasn't a stranger to you being his make-up doll. He loved every bit of it. But this time after figuring out the weird feelings in his stomach, he grew more nervous and vulnerable every time your face was in close proximity to his. It took every nerve in his system to resist leaning in and connecting his lips with yours.

Once you were done with his eyeshadow, you put a hand under his chin and leaned back, getting a farther view of his work. His eyes met yours, and you sneakily took his opportunity to fall into his warm gaze.

Nodding in satisfaction, you let go and dug through your make-up kit. Shuffling through the boxes on your table, Camilo only stared at you confused on what you were doing.

"What are you looking for-" "I found it!"

Going back to the seat where he was, you approached him and opened the smaller cylinder.

"I customized my first lip balm without the help of my father. I figured that it was time for me to formulate my own recipes and experiment on them."

Camilo gasped in awe, "Really?"

You nodded with a smile. "Yeah, this is a honey and vanilla flavored lip balm. I thought I'd make the first one for you."

Honey and vanilla. He thought. Those are her and my scents- no you're over thinking you fool.

"This time however, I'm gonna put this product on you in a different way." Camilo was now confused, but he trusted you. Opening the product, you twisted the lower part of the balm to make the product rise.

You then applied the lip balm on your lips, making sure that no part is left empty.

Huh?

Inching closer to Camilo, you crashed your lips with his.

Shit.

His heart was beating rapidly while his eyes were wide, taken aback from your action.

Soon enough, he stood up, kissing you back as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped yours around his neck. The kiss was sloppy as you meant it to be, taking in every inch of his lips to mix the lip balm that was on yours. The flavor of vanilla mixing with honey couldn't compare on how sweet the moment is right now. Numerous thoughts were running wild on both of your minds, but none of that mattered. What did matter, was that both of you felt the same way and you were more than happy with that.

Finally pulling away after the loss of breath, you leaned your forehead against his and brushing your noses together.

"Like what I did there?"

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#camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #camilo fluff #camilo x female reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo supremacy #camilo my beloved #camilo x you #camilo disney #camilo imagine #camilo encanto #cahmi fics

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mjs-oc-corner · 2 years

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hpma character sheet 2/??

so this is actually the first hpma kiddo i had an idea for, i just never got her profile finished until now…soooo…here she is!!

moots who may be interested: @unfortunate-arrow @catohphm @endlessly-cursed @gcldensnitch @nicos-oc-hell @cursebreakerfarrier @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @magicallymalted @gaygryffindorgal

Name: Addison Maeve Kennedy

Nicknames: Addi, Mae, Mae-Mae (from her brothers), Addi-Mae, sunshine and pumpkin (from her mother and father)

Birthdate: May 15th, 1999

Zodiac sign: Taurus

MBTI type: ISFJ (the Defender)

Blood status: half-blood (half-blood father, squib mother)

Nationality: Irish/Welsh/British

Physical Appearance

Hair: long and wavy, medium-dark brown colored, thick. blonde highlights added in her fifth year, briefly dyed blonde during her sixth/seventh year

Eyes: bright green/hazel

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 110 lbs.

Body type: short-statured, slim, semi-athletic

Skin tone: light, tans easily

Distinguishing marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.):

from childhood

small scar above right eyebrow from a fall as a toddler

feint scar on left arm from being scratched by the family cat

birthmark on her left shoulder blade

pierced ears (done when she was six years old)

acquired in teenage years/adulthood

scar on right thigh from a playful hippogriff that she had volunteered to help care for at Hogwarts

pierced ears (second piercing in earlobes— done when she is 19)

Background

Hometown

Crawley, England (birth— age 18)

London, England (age 18–retirement)

Family

Mother

Angela Lynette Kennedy née Cecil was born on July 18th, 1968 to Patricia and Cormac Cecil. the third born child in her family, though she would not attend Hogwarts as her siblings did, as she was a squib. she would later go on to marry Shane Kennedy, and they would have three children; Addison, and her older brothers, Jackson and Zachary.

Father

Shane Matthew Kennedy, born on April 5th, 1968, is the second born son of Eloise and Donal Kennedy. he would attend Hogwarts at age 11, just like his older brother and younger sister. he would be sorted into ravenclaw, and would excel at charms and potions.

Brothers

Addi has two older brothers, Jackson and Zachary. Jackson is the oldest, born October 8th, 1996. Zachary was born two years later on December 10th, 1998. both of her brothers are able to use magic as well. Jackson is an alumni of hufflepuff, and Zachary an alumni of ravenclaw.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Clubs: sphinx, hippogriff, and dueling

Best class: charms, potions, defence against the dark arts

Worst class: arthimancy

Boggart: a creepy clown

Riddikulus: the clown turns into a fairy, fluttering around her and making her laugh

Patronus: polar bear

Patronus memory: her family’s Christmas in Wales with her grandparents

Mirror of Erised: herself with her family surrounding her, each of them proud of her for many different accomplishments and happy to hear her stories

Amortentia (what she smells like): almond, vanilla, and a hint of coconut

Amortentia (what she smells): leather, woodsy/earthy scents, patchouli, sweets, fresh parchment, TBD

Career

Ages 11-18: Hogwarts student

Ages 18–50: cursebreaker/healer

Ages 50-65: author

ages 65–??: retirement

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: her family and friends

Strengths: empathy — compassion — loyalty — ambition — responsibility — adaptability

Weaknesses: stubbornness — nervousness

Stressed: when her brothers are plotting anything together, during exams, or when a potion doesn’t go right

Calm/Comforted: in the den of her family’s home, the fireplace crackling as she’s reading up on her favorite topics

Favorites

Color: pastel green, yellow, blue, and dusty rose pink

Food: Belgian waffles with fresh strawberries and cream

Drink: tea and pink lemonade

Weather: sunny, partly cloudy with moderate temperatures

Hobbies: reading, drawing, singing, astronomy and divination, gardening

Fashion: Addi is very laid-back, and more casual than anything. oversized sweaters and leggings with sneakers are her go-to, but she’ll also wear more fitted tops or graphic tees with jeans and flats or sneakers. for formal events, she tends to go all-out with her appearance.

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: TBD

(Addi is open for ships with others’ ocs, just reply to this or message me and let me know if you’d like for your oc to be in a ship with her!)

Friends

(Addi is currently open for friendships with others’ ocs, just message me or reply to this to let me know if you’d like for your oc to be friends with her!)

Joan Wytte (@nelabelievesindragons)

Thiago Caplan (@nelabelievesindragons)

Rivals

TBD

Trivia

Addi was sixteen when she first successfully cast the patronus charm

her favorite dessert is strawberry cheesecake

when she was a child, she convinced her family to adopt a dog (it didn’t take a lot to convince her parents), and the Kennedy family welcomed a bernese mountain dog pup into their family, naming him Bear

she has a white pet cat named Star

her favorite holiday is Christmas

Addi’s wand is 9 and 3/4”, pear wood with a dragon heartstring core

#new oc #hpma oc #hpma character sheet #addison maeve kennedy #addi kennedy

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its-ya-boi-autumn · 4 years

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Okay so I wasn’t gonna start my Obey Me stuff yet but my friend @turnleft08 texted me with a headcanons of how Mammon smells so here’s this for you because it’s funny yet accurate. I put quotation marks on what she said so I can give credit where it’s due~

Lucifer

“Red wine, roses, and something chalky???”

“You know the new winter coat smell?”

Definitely smells clean as hell

ChArCoAl??

Smells expensive, but actual expensive and not cheap Mammon expensive

Mammon

“I feel like he smells like leather and lavender hand lotion...”

“I can’t explain it but I just makes sense”

“Tbh he probably wears perfume too”

“Except he’d call it cologne”

“But it’d literally say perfume on the bottle”

It would be that expensive shit though, not the Britney Spears Walmart perfumes

But it’d be like knock off expensive, like knock off gucci I guess

Leviathan

“Let’s pretend for a minute that he showers”

“I’m feeling like, plants.”

“Like tea tree oil or aloe vera or something”

“Like seaweed but in a good way”

“Also a bit of leafy too”

Satan

“Vanilla for sure”

“You’d think he’d smell like lemon but tbh I don’t get that vibe”

“Vanilla and like cinnamon”

“Or maybe chocolate?”

It’d be dark chocolate though

Asmodeus

“Like a god damn bath and body works”

Probably smells like he showers in perfume and not with soap and water tbh

“Probably smells like something different each day depending on his mood or the position of the planets or some shit

“I feel like his favorite or normal smell is probably something floral like daisies or roses with a little bit of strawberry.”

“But not like artificial strawberry”

“Like real strawberries”

Beelzebub

“A fucking happy meal”

“I’m just kidding”

“Mostly”

He smells sort earthy (”like the smell of rain on plants??”)

He has a grounding scent to him almost, it’s rather comforting

“He also smells light too? Like a sunny day at the beach without the bird shit”

“Or like that ‘I just woke up and it’s summer and there’s a warm spot on my bed from the sun and I don’t have to worry about shit’ kinda feeling”

Belphegor

(Me: sweat. Her: yeah but we’re looking for good smells here. Me: are we? Her: yeah cause otherwise Levi’s would be cat piss.)

“I feel like it’s a warm gentle tea”

“Not like a pip pip cheerio tea but probably a sleep aid tea that doesn’t taste like hot salad”

Honey, milk, and sugar type teas

Diavolo

“We know diavolo is banana bread and a hint of cinnamon”

He’s warm, but not like musty (well maybe a lil-)

“Idk, warm butter maybe? He just looks like he smells like a fair. But like not the bad parts”

“Like elephant ears or smth”

Aka he smells like sugar and microwaved butter

“He said ‘butter my biscuits’”

No but seriously he smells sort of sweet but not too sweet, just enough to catch you off guard

Maybe the contradiction I’m thinking of is like a smokey smell

Barbatos

He smells like lemon floor cleaner change my mind

“Fucking pine sol”

A hint of baking stuff like idk bread?

“He looks like he smells like croissants or smth”

(I could of dropped my croissant-)

Simeon

“Hot chocolate and peppermint?”

She didn’t give a lot of context for him but I guess I would say he also has earthy undertones

Maybe like a sea breeze type of thing

Incense

Definitely incense

Solomon

“Fresh parchment, coconut, and... marshmallows maybe?”

“He just screams s’mores to me”

I personally think he smells expensive, not like mammon and lucifer expensive

Because they’re extra as fuck but like

“What do you think magic smells like?”

“Fireworks?”

Fireworks and a hint of sweetness to him

Luke

“Lemon and cake batter”

Confetti cake batter tho

Another sweet one, but like REALLY sweet

Like oh my god please get the fuck away from me sweet

But he’s adorable so you can’t do that

#Obey Me #shall we date #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #otome game #headcanons #this is just too funny for me not to post right away

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peace-coast-island · 4 years

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Diary of a Junebug

Island hopping for gyroids

It's been busy these past few days, traveling from one island to another, staying undercover, and retrieving gyroids. Jamie's on a big gyroid mission so she recruited me and two old friends I haven't seen in forever. Tagging along with Jamie on her adventures are always fun, especially when it involves traveling and high stake escapades.

Joining us are our old friends from Wizpire - Alex and Holly. I haven't seen or spoken to them in years so it was nice catching up with them. Being with them again almost feels like old times, except everything's a lot different now.

Holly used to drop by Wizpire once in a while to donate paintings to the museum but since her garden in Camellia really took off, she's been super busy. Holly's latest project involves putting together rare hybrids to make even more rare flowers. She also teaches online classes on interior decor for the Happy Room Academy.

Last I heard from Holly was a couple years ago when she was living in Airy. She was a well known patron at the museum much like how she was in Wizpire. Holly was also seeing Sam, though they drifted apart about a year later. Sam's a good guy and a dedicated father, but I always felt that he and Holly were incompatible as a couple. They're both old fashioned, though I think Holly's more progressive while Sam's more traditional. There's also the fact that it shouldn't be Holly's job to coddle him when he puts his foot in his mouth, which I'm pretty sure was the source of their conflicts.

Right now Holly has no time for romance. In fact, after being with Sam, she realized that she has no interest in it at all. Holly always figured that she'd be into a romantic relationship when the right person comes along, which obviously turned out to be false. There's nothing wrong with having no desire for romance. From experience, coming to the realization that it's okay to be who you are is a freeing thing. It's also good to know that you're not broken or messed up just because you've never had a crush or experienced attraction towards someone.

I'm glad that Holly's out there living her best life. She made the decision to move to Wizpire on a whim and never looked back. Before that she had an unfulfilling corporate job that constantly stressed her out. Finally, she had enough and took the plunge. Now look where she is, donating to museums, growing a garden, being a seamstress, and teaching interior decor!

Alex has kinda dropped off the face of the earth since leaving Wizpire. She's always busy, hopping off from one thing to another - that's just the way she is, you can't keep her in one place for too long. From deep diving in the Cavernous Seas, racing down Rainbow Derby, skydiving at the Double Helix Nebula, to making treats at the Land of Sweets - Alex has done it all!

Right now she's been staying in Charma making scooters and bikes. After that she plans to move to Etienne Falls to dig up fossils and other hidden treasures. Alex runs a travel blog called Girl on the Run and at this point I think she's traveled to over a thousand different places. As much as I enjoy traveling, I don't think I can keep up with her lifestyle. I like trying out different things and going on adventures but I also need downtime where I can do nothing without feeling like I'm wasting time.

So we've been busy traveling to various islands to retrieve lost gyroids to take back to their respective homes. Some places are easier to access than others, and no two islands are alike so we have to be prepared for the challenges that lie ahead.

The first island we stopped by was Banana Bay, where we went digging at the beach. There, we found a couple gyroids, some old tech, and a couple of rusty keys. Since we needed the keys to get access to an old hideout where the other gyroids were hidden away, Jamie took them to a friend to get them cleaned up. While we waited for the keys we had coconut banana ice cream with bubble waffles, a local treat that was perfect after a long morning of digging in the sand. By the time we were done, they keys were ready to go.

As expected, the old shack was armed with security robots. No one really runs the place anymore except the machinery. The tech may be outdated by over twenty years but the alarm system's still up and running so a simple slip up can put the entire place into lockdown and get us into a heap of trouble.

I was given the task of unlocking doors and disabling cameras. I'm no hacker but the tech is pretty primitive - meaning easy to figure out. All you have to do is solve a bunch of puzzles to get into the system and most of them aren't even that hard. Meanwhile Alex came up with strategies to evade the robots while Jamie and Holly split up to retrieve the gyroids.

The robots were more of a nuisance than a challenge to get through. The blue ones with the giant red eye creep me out though. I made the mistake of looking into one of them and instantly regretted it when a giant four headed spider peeked through.

On day two we went to two islands that were side by side to each other - Teal and Turquoise. In contrast to the sunny beaches of Banana Bay, Teal Island was a snowy forest. In order to get in the caves we need stones to unlock the passageways and pickaxes to get through caved in areas.

We happened to arrive after a big blizzard so that complicated things a little. Light snowfalls made it a bit hard to see, which means we have to be extra careful. Wolf tigers roam the island and they're aggressive as fuck. Ice balls will do the trick when you need to subdue them, but you have to be quick because they can sneak up on you when least expected. Jamie and Alex have dealt with their share of wolf tigers so Holly and I were well covered. Those creatures are scary fast and sneaky.

Walking into the caves was kinda like heading towards a death trap. Along with the wolf tigers, we also have to worry about falling rocks, scorpion bats, and mega tarantulas. While preparing for the mission Holly made us gloves and masks so we won't hurt ourselves with the sharp rocks and dust. I had some of Em and Ludwig's light formula so we used those as flashlights.

As soon as we got what we needed, we headed to the neighboring island of Turquoise. Since we were a little traumatized by the caves, we hung out at the motel and went sightseeing. I found a cute stationery shop called Milk Clouds and bought some washi tapes, stickers, and a notebook. Alex bought a bunch of scented candles from Petrichor Gifts, Jamie treated herself with a lovely handmade silk dress, and Holly bought some handwoven fabric and starflower peach seeds.

Then off we headed to the long abandoned labs in the far end of the island. Jamie rented a plane so we can get there instead of having to go through a dense jungle. We had to land on top of a cliff and then parachute down in order to get to one of the entrances.

Although the lab is pretty much abandoned, it's home to many hostile creatures so we have to be careful if we encounter them. They could care less about the gyroids - and could've made our job a million times easier if they helped us out - but alas we have to that ourselves. Jamie managed to talk to a few of them beforehand and they pretty much just said as long as we stay out of their way then it's good. Do what we have to do and get out. Fine by us.

So that's what we did. There wasn't even that much to look for anyway, and some of the gyroids were in such a bad state that we didn't even bother. I mean it was expected that we can't save everything, still, it's sad that some things will remain lost forever.

Thankfully, the rest of the island is nothing like the hostile creatures residing in the lab. I think I was more traumatized by them than the cave. I try to see the good in everyone but you gotta listen when the warning bells go off in your head. I'm sure a few of them have some good inside them but it's the power hungry and abusive ones who run the place, so you can't let your guard down.

Day three - earlier today - was the final stretch. First, we swam to Crick Island - as in we scuba dived there. Planes can't access it so we have to travel underwater. The island has no residents but it's heavily guarded as it's full of stolen artifacts. It's run by a secret organization that Jamie's been trying to hunt down for years, only for them to elude her as soon as they were within her grasp.

The underwater passages are full of security robots that go off if we bump into them. They only move around the same place so they're easy to bypass. Problem is the water makes it hard to move - unpredictable currents and such. Luckily we're all pretty strong swimmers, but those currents can get pretty rough. Getting thrown into a tangle of weeds is much better than accidentally hitting a robot, no matter how frustrating it is to get out of a sticky situation.

From there, we were able to infiltrate the pyramid lab. Alex was tasked with unlocking doors and disabling security, Jamie did the navigating as she knows the ins and outs of the place pretty well, I evaded the robots while Holly kept a lookout for guards. Since the lab is far from being abandoned or run down, we had to be stealthy and clever.

Then it's back to the underwater passages where we swam to two more secret labs - radium and ionic. I have no idea if the names mean something or they're just random. Had a few close encounters where a guard could've walked in on us but thankfully we managed to steer them away easily. I don't mean to judge but their snobby attitudes just scream pretentious assholes - not the kind of company I'd wanna get stuck with if caught.

Now we're back in Banana Bay, taking it easy before having to do inventory on what we found. It's been a lot of fun but I think that's enough high stakes adventure for me. We're leaving tomorrow evening so Jamie and Alex will go off their separate ways while Holly's gonna be staying at the camp for a couple days before heading back to Camellia.

Gonna treat myself with bubble waffles and coconut banana ice cream - we sure as hell deserve it!

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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bookandstuff99 · 4 years

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Part 3

John B came over with his van. Inside, Kiera and Pope were discussing the beach party that they agreed to go to. Kooks and Pogues. It was a mixed party, with mixed alcohol, with mixed drugs and joints that would lead to fights and break ups and make ups.

She got inside, next to Pope while JJ sat in his usual spot, next to John B. They were supposed to go surfing that morning, but the weather was too sunny, too calm for anything. Not a breeze on that day. So instead, they decided to go grocery shopping with John B, very mainstream, common, regular, normal thing to do. Since JJ found it boring, she decided to stay in the van with him and since they were double parked, he could move the van in case any cop showed up. Five minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes in and they were making out on the driver’s seat. Too hot, too sweaty, too sore, they soon dropped the act and not long after, Kiera swung the passenger’s door open to throw a bag on the passenger seat, onto her lap.

They spent the morning smoking and soaking up all the sun they could get. In the afternoon, they started getting ready. Yeah, it was cheesy, but girls are girls after all. Kiera let her hair fall all over her shoulders and back and placed a flower headband in the middle of her curls. She wore a loose lavender dress and flat sandals, silver bracelets on both arms and a smear of gloss over her lips that smelled of coconut.

She, on the other hand, wore a black dress, tight at the top, loose at the bottom with a black frill at the very end of the hem, swinging over her knees. She laced up her black, Roman sandals and threw in a gold anklet around the many laces of her sandals. She wore seashells around her neck and her curls were half tied up, half down swinging over her back. She curled her lashes and put some mascara and pink lipstick. She wore a ring on almost each finger and sprayed some perfume over her neck and shoulders. They got ready over at John B’s place and once the girls were all done, they headed down at the beach for the party.

As soon as they arrived, they noticed Topper and Rafe who had already been drinking, with half-filled red cups in the hands and cigarettes in their other hand, chatting and laughing. He didn’t seem depressed for the first time in like, ever, since they broke up, she thought. He smiled at her and waved, almost called out to her but JJ pulled her over. They went over to their side of the party.

JJ poured drinks for everyone, they were strong, and they burned their throat.

“Did you bring your gun JJ?”, she asked.

“No, not today,” he replied.

“You sure?”

Her hands skinned around his waist, feeling for anything cold, metal-like, that would lead him into trouble. There was nothing of that sort. She was relieved.

“Told you so,” he said in a low, disappointed voice.

She kissed him roughly on the lips and trailed his check with kisses, to behind his neck and nibbled at his ear lobe whilst playing with his blonde hair. Her hand wondered there for a while till he pulled away and dragged her to a quiet corner, away from all the hassle going on.

He kissed her and his hand trailed at her bare shoulder, tugging her dress and pulling her hair gently.

“We should behave, for once,” she breathed out.

“You don’t mean it,”

“I don’t,”

“Hey JJ”, someone shouted. “Pogue!” they shouted again. That rough voice, it was definitely Rafe.

“Drop it,” she hissed with her back still at him.

“You would let a Pogue do you but not Topper,” he said.

“Don’t,” she attempted to say it sternly, but her voice was weak. JJ was still sucking and kissing her neck, for once not bothered by what was going on around him. Her hands were playing with his hair, are the back of his neck and as she spoke, she fanned the side of his face with hot, minty breath mixed with the scent of vodka. Yes, she drank vodka.

“I’d do you better than him. Have you begging for more, you could resist me whilst you were with Topper but with him, you wouldn’t allow me to blink and you’d be dangled over my neck way tighter than you are on his…”

“You’re drunk, you’re not making sense,” she replied. JJ stopped and looked in her eyes. They were still blue, but there was something in them that he had never seen before.

“Go grab a few drinks, I’ll chase him away,” she told JJ. “Please,” she whispered in his ear.

And no guns, no fights tonight,” she added. He looked at her for a minute of so, and everything was silent. He looked over at Rafe, he hated that boy, but he seemed harmless for the time being. And so, he went for drinks.

“Admit it, you’re loosing your connection with him. He’s becoming normal now,” Rafe said.

“Where’s Topper? Where did you loose him? Not like you to come looking for fights alone,” she mumbled looking to the ground.

“Topper would be protective of you, regardless of how you treated him,” Rafe said, coming closer, so close her reached out and touched her.

She didn’t shiver and she didn’t panic. Instead, she put her arm on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

“Protective? And why would he have to be protective?” she asked innocently.

“Does he have to protect me from anyone, Rafe? Does he have to protect me from you, maybe?”, she asked again. “Cause you know, I think I can ‘protect’ myself from you,” she added the air quotes.

“I wouldn’t dare to hurt a hair on you body,” he breathed out. Hot breath against her check. “You’re so close but you’re so calm, you’ve had too much to drink already?” he asked.

“I drank, I smoked, heck! I almost…” and she edged a bit closer to him. “Is this what you want Rafe?” she asked. “You like your best friend’s ex?”

“Would you do me Rafe?”

“Are you capable of making me scream your name, Rafe”, she whispered in his ear.

“Can you imagine it Rafe? You and I together? Do you picture us Rafe? Do you find it hot? Do you think about it at night Rafe?”, she repeated his name over and over and over again.

“Rafe,” she moaned, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Rafe?”, she questioned him.

His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted but she was staring at him with wide eyes and her lips pulled tightly into a straight line. She knew his game too well by now.

“You said my name a lot, you forgot about JJ?”, he asked slowly, weakly.

“Would you still play with me? You’d find it hot if I pointed out the gun at you and stripped you off everything, Rafe?” she paused.

He leaned in, to kiss her but failed as she moved. She pushed him up against the wall.

“Like this, Rafe?”, she questioned him.

“Like that,” he smiled, wanting more. Her hand grabbed tightly at his shoulder and her mind somewhere else. Thinking about where the hell was JJ with those drinks. She walked backwards and let go of him.

She kept staring at him. She was drunk and she suddenly, the edges of the picture in front of her started blurring up. Too much talking and no moving got her wasted faster. With JJ, she wouldn’t worry but now, her confidence was being replaced by fear and she realised just then that she was losing control over the situation. She could no longer toy with Rafe and things were going to get out of hand.

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itsomgitsgreenblogging · 4 years

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A Never-Ending Feast

Yes, it is me again. Really we all should have expected this, but when Jester pulled out Heroes' Feast in episode 105, my friend alixcat basically said, yeah, you are writing a fic about Jester using Heroes' Feast right? And I was like....yeah, you right. I'm back on my Labor of Love bullshit 24/7. This one's for you!

Jester often shows love through acts of service, OR 5 times that Jester summoned a feast for others and the 1 time she made a feast for herself.

Bon appetit!

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The trudge to the inn was a terrible one. It was one of those summer days that clung to your skin and sowed misery with the humidity. It was almost a relief for it to start raining, but as soon as it did the wind howled and shook the trees with intensity, and the sky cracked open with lightning and thunder. Yasha looked unbothered by the storm, but Beau grumbled and trudged her way through the front door of the inn looking like she had been personally insulted. It didn’t help that when they ordered food, all they received was burnt chicken and wilted vegetables coated in oil.

“I can’t believe we spent money on this shit,” Beauregard snapped, her temper hot and lashing like a whip. She cast a dirty look to the innkeeper, who plainly ignored it and continued on with their day.

“I know what will make us all feel better,” Jester said, fluttering her fingers with her excitement. “I have that new spell that makes the food! Everyone, let’s go upstairs to our room and I’ll make us a feast!”

“I’m down,” Fjord said, picking up a particularly sad looking green bean from his plate and watching it flop around in an extremely unappetizing manner, not that Jester ever believed that beans were good. They were one of those things that Mama swore were good for her, but if they were so good for her then maybe they ought to taste good too! Regardless of her feelings about green beans, the Mighty Nein all followed Jester up to their room, where she settled down on a blanket and pulled out her jewel encrusted goblet. For a moment she prayed, and then the Traveler’s energy pulsed through her.

What kind of feast shall it be today? Jester heard the Traveler ask.

I’m thinking...summer! The kind of things you would eat on a beautiful summer day, the kind of summer day that Beau would love, not whatever this shitty day is!

Magic overflowed from the goblet, and out from the ground plates patterned with flowers, and bowls of porcelain began to appear like they were sprouting flowers and tall grasses. Strawberry shortcakes with dollops of indulgent creams that were scented of vanilla and the zest of lemons, peach crumbles with layers of streusel flavored with the warming spices of ginger and cinnamon to give it just a punch of flavor. Scoops of coconut ice cream covered in toasted coconuts and topped with pineapple sauce and bright cherries. Bananas dipped in chocolate and covered in toasted nuts and strawberries, slices of banana cream pie and rhubarb pie.

Veth picked up a glass bowl containing a trifle half the size of her body, layers of cake soaked in rum, blueberry sauce, custard, berries, and jelly that was arranged like a large fruit display. Caleb began cutting slices of a pavlova, sweet toasted meringue garnished with kiwis, passionfruit, strawberries and cream. Yasha and Fjord were busy sharing a pineapple upside down cake and coconut ice cream, as Beau worked on her own plate that she stacked high with pies baked into jars.

“I’ve never had iced tea before,” Caduceus said, taking a long indulgent sip from a glass.“Would you like some?”

“Oh yes!” Jester said as she took the glass. It was iced tea as her Mama made it, the signature Nicodranas brew layered with black-citrus tea with sweetened condensed milk and coconut milk. Jester sighed as the flavors mingled on her tongue. She took a mouthful of streusel next, sighing as the tender peach melted her in mouth with the brown sugar and coconut and made the flavor of summer. She dipped forkfuls of banana cream pie in pineapple sauce, cut chocolate covered bananas to add to her slice of pavlova. She took indulgent sips of different drinks to refresh her palate and add more flavor, watermelon tea or frosted lemonade or fizzing fruity floats with scoops of ice cream that melted into foam that lapped at the edge of goblets the size of bowls.

By the time the hour was up and the feast vanished, Jester had truly eaten her fill. She sighed as she settled into bed that night. For a moment she swore she felt Beau’s eyes on her.

“Thanks Jester,” Beau said, voice rough with feeling. “That did hit the spot.”

“Of course,” Jester said with a smile that Beau couldn’t see. “Any time.”

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They sat camped outside the dungeon, in the bubble as Caleb meticulously casted. The villagers there had complained about something coming up from the depths of the old abandoned mine. Jester wondered idly if it could be gnolls again, but based on what Fjord and Beau had discovered while snooping about it seemed to be something far more...trickey.

“We just don’t know what we are gonna be walking into,” Fjord said worriedly as he balanced the Star Razor across his knees. Yasha who had been minding the perimeter came back and settled down, looking a bit unnerved. Jester felt a quiet sense of concern for her. It really was awful how she kept getting mind-controlled all the time! Jester would need to talk to the Traveler about that some time to see if she could help.

“If we hit it hard enough, it’ll fall,” Veth said, cocking her crossbow confidently.

“It might not hurt to prepare ourselves though,” Caleb said as he sat himself down next to Veth. Caleb then caught Jester’s attention with an awkward wave. “Jester, would you be, perhaps, capable of creating that feast again? To...ah...bolster our efforts?”

“Yeah, yeah yeah yeah,” Jester said thinking about it. “I can do that today!”

“Can you include some meat?” Veth said, picking at her teeth. “Any at all?”

“I have to give Caduceus something to eat!” Jester said, reminding Veth as she pulled out her bowl.

“Aw, that’s nice,” Caduceus hummed as he fixed his sleeping bag.

Jester settled it on the ground, and as she had done before she called the Traveler’s power to her.

What kind of feast shall it be today? Jester heard the Traveler ask.

I’m thinking...warm and filling! Something crisp like an apple on a brisk fall day, and the flavors of a Harvest Close Festival.

And there on plates and bowls patterned with leaves in brilliant autumn colors was their feast. A whole roast duck glazed with orange sauce and served on a platter on a smear of plum applesauce with skin so crispy that it cracked when Caleb took his first bite. Bowls full of sunny pumpkin soup topped with crisped onion, that paired perfectly with loaves of bread that were stuffed with fennel-pork sausage that Beau downed so quickly that Jester was half sure it would be more effective to just raise the bowl to her lips. Rabbit in rosemary-wine sauce, served with sides of potatoes mixed together with a spicy savory mustard, and mushroom risotto with rice so tender it brought tears to the eyes.

And then of course dessert, which Jester was mostly concerned about and wouldn’t dare to stint on the servings. Apple pie with cinnamon-sugar dusted on crumbling crusts. Baked apples covered luxuriously thick caramel sauce and covered in peanuts, and elephant ears swirled in cinnamon and drizzled with frosting. There were slices of smooth and glossy pumpkin pie and crunchy and delicately sweet pecan pies topped with dollops of whipped cream, and sweet potato cheesecake with gingersnap streusel crumbled on top. Goblets were full of apple cider, or hot chocolate with toasted marshmallows and drizzled with salted caramel, and coffee made buttery and rich with swirls of cream and brown sugar and even pumpkin. Butterscotch cookies pressed into the edges of large glasses of milk were what caught Jester's eyes first and foremost.

"This is my favorite thing," Jester said as she dipped the warm cookie into the glass of milk that had a rim encrusted with chocolate dust and cinnamon sugar, sighing as the butter, crunchy edges of the cookie, and the sweetened warm milk melted together in perfect harmony. Veth pressed in close to her, finishing off her plate before grabbing a glass of milk and cookies.

"This reminds me of when I was a girl," Veth laughed, her eyes misty. "But my mother wasn't nearly as good of a cook as your magic is."

“Aw, thank you,” Jester chirped, trading her now empty glass for a new plate and taking bites from pecan pie and long sips from cream-pumpkin-coffee. She gave Veth a side hug that Veth gladly leaned in to.

"It really is lovely," Caleb said, with a soft reflective look of his own as he stopped up soup with a piece of bread. His dark fingers sweeping around in a well practiced movement before popping the last piece of bread in his mouth.

“Hey, save some for the rest of us,” Beauregard teased as she elbowed Caleb.

“There’s plenty to share,” Veth argued with no heat. “I’ll make you a plate.”

Jester said nothing, but cuddled more firmly against Veth's side as she enjoyed her cookies in milk, thinking of a time with her own mother and perhaps something like this.

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The ship rocked them back and forth as they gathered in the captain’s quarters. Jester had been full of energy ever since she learned that today was Fjord’s birthday. He had asked for nothing big or special, trying to argue that he couldn’t know his actual birthday and that he was getting too old for celebrations, but all of them had gotten him gifts regardless. Small little useful things, because Fjord would have surely refused anything more than that. Once the others had finish gifting things to Fjord, which he took with an increasingly tender and misty-eyed expression, Jester pulled out her jeweled goblet and set it upon the table. She casted the spell as she usually did, feeling her chest fill with the energy of her god.

What kind of feast are we having today? The Traveler asked curiously.

A celebration! Jester responded exuberantly. A fancy dinner party!

Upon the table that Fjord had set up, the plates and bowls and trays appeared, bubbling up from the spell like little boats buoyed on the water. A sweet and creamy lobster bisque, besides a tray of mussels steamed in white wine garlic and lemon juice, and nestled between buckwheat galettes made of salmon, capers, and dill. Mashed potatoes that were made smooth and rich with exorbitant amounts of butter found a place next to plates of mushrooms and gnocchi in a tomato cream sauce, and spicy butternut squash soup. Crispy crab cakes with a rainbow of dipping sauces in bowls shaped like shells and baked oysters dusted with spices and cheese. There was even a whole braised octopus in the center of the table, arranged among slices of lemon.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” Caleb admitted as he looked at the perfect slices of raw tuna in a loose approximation of a raw bar. “Is this supposed to be raw?”

“It tastes pretty good,” Veth said, scooping up her own serving of the ceviche of raw tuna marinated in lime juice and tossed with onions, tomatoes, avocados, and cilantro. She slurped down mussels at an alarming rate and did her best to encourage Caleb to cry the crispy calamari with the garlic aioli and the steamer swimming in butter.

"Look, our favorite!" Fjord said, sharing a knowing look with Beau and Yasha as he motioned to the plate full of fried fish and potatoes with tartar sauce. Beau and Yasha laughed as they loaded up their plates, pressing the flaky white fish into sandwiches made from the warm fresh white bread.

“What’s for dessert?” Caduceus asked curiously.

“Chocolate! You can’t really have a birthday without a chocolate cake,” Jester said excitedly as she moved to cut slices of a decadent chocolate cake, moist and sweet and filled with chocolate cream and raspberry sauce, settled besides saucers of chocolate mousse, and crisp cannolis filled with sweetened ricotta and chocolate chips. Chocolate covered strawberries were gathered in a luxurious array of white, milk, and dark and covered with nuts and candies. Stacks of salted caramel millionaire’s shortbread with crisp butter-cookie sandwiching layers of caramel and covered in chocolate, even bubbling pots of chocolate and caramel fondue with a wide array of fruits and snacks to dip into the heavenly smelling liquid.

“Thank you, Jester,” Fjord said with a wide smile that had lantern-light glinting off his tusk. “Thank you all of you. This has really been the best birthday I have ever had.”

“Don’t forget to blow out your candles!” Jester said, offering him a slice of his cake. Beauregard reached over to the goblet and pulled out a candle, passing it to Veth who planted it on his cake. Caleb reached out to punch the candle and it lit and began to glow.

Fjord blew out his candle, and closed his eyes to make a wish. As she took a bite of her own slice of cake and then dipping a forkful in the chocolate fondue, she wondered if any wish could top this simple pleasure as she pressed it against the top of her mouth so it could just melt away bit by bit and she could savor it. She would try to savor it all, for as long as she could.

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No one enjoyed trudging through a swamp, especially not Caduceus. Jester knew the Wildmother was a powerful god god, but it seemed to her that she could look out for Caduceus a little better. Jester found that the task often went to her, and of course she didn’t mind. Caduceus was steady as a rock, let Jester braid his hair, and listened intently whenever Jester rambled. The least Jester could do was yank Caduceus out of muck puddles whenever he fell in them, in return for being such a good friend. Jester could tell though that Caduceus was relieved when they stopped for the night, and Yasha who had fallen into a bush of prickers was just as excited to be bedding down. They would have a hard day ahead of them the next day, this Jester knew. So when Yasha quietly asked her if she could cast Heroes’ Feast to aid them, Jester already knew what was on the menu.

What sort of feast tickles your fancy, my dear Jester? The Traveler asked her.

Now seems as good a time as any to have an afternoon tea!

At night?

Of course, duh!

I do love the way you think. The Traveler chuckled as the goblet summoned for them their feast, spreading it about the dome.

Their afternoon tea was spread out on three tier and four tier porcelain stands decorated in flowering vines, kettles appeared and whistled merrily as they did as did beautiful tea sets in a variety of flowering colors and painted with rabbits and ducklings. Nestled among the kettles and tea cups were pots of toppings, from sunshine yellow lemon curd to vibrant marmalade and a treasure trove of jams to clotted cream and thick yellow custard. There was a stand of finger sandwiches all cut in diagonals, like cucumber and herbal butter, watercress and fluffy egg salad, prosciutto and goat cheese, and smoked salmon and cream cheese. One that Jester scooped up was a fluffernutter that made Jester smile. The next stand was a twisting array of scones filled with fruit or berries or nuts or spiced with cinnamon in turn, hearty spiced pumpkin muffins, blueberry muffins, lemon-poppy seed muffins, and danishes filled with jams or sweet cheeses and dusted with sugar or drizzled with vanilla frosting. And then of course, the cookies. Trays of cookies from madeleines with their shell-like filigree edges to smooth as button macarons to stacks of simple butter cookies and shortbread surrounded them like patches of wildflowers.

“Oh Jester, this is wonderful,” Caduceus sighed into his cup of tea. “Let me pour you a cup?”

Jester nodded enthusiastically as Caduceus poured her a cup of ruby-red tea. Jester took a sip and was immediately struck by the gorgeous strawberry almost malty note of it. Dipping in a shortbread cookie and eating it made her whimper with the sublime pleasure. The shortbread simply melted into her mouth like a dream, like it was meant to be together.

“It’s too bad we can’t stop for an afternoon tea every day,” Jester sighed as she excitedly cut open a scone to layer it with clotted cream and blueberry jam and lemon curd. Caleb watched her do this and mirrored it, though adding far less then she did of all three toppings except the lemon curd. Jester didn’t understand why he was being so stingy, but not everyone could truly appreciate sweets as she did.

“I can’t eat rich food too often,” Beauregard admitted as she cornered the market on tiny finger sandwiches. “It’s a nice once in a while thing, but otherwise it screws up my workout routine.”

“This is magic food though,” Veth pointed out. “Does it really count?”

“Tastes the same, and feels the same in my stomach,” Beauregard said with a shrug.

“What are these tiny orange things?” Yasha asked as she eyed a canape.

“That would be salmon roe,” Fjord explained and when seeing Yasha’s befuddled reaction further explained, “fish eggs.”

“Tasty,” Yasha said, offering no more explanation on that as she popped it in her mouth.

“All we need now is a fancy place to sleep,” Jester said excitedly as she poured another cup of tea and tried that one. This tea was bright and citrus and with a strong floral note, that perfectly matched the lemon-poppy seed muffin and was smoothed by the lemon-vanilla frosting on top. “You guys have got to try this tea! I’ll get everyone a cup!”

“It tastes like flowers,” Veth said, doing that thing where it sounded like she was complaining but she really wasn’t.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Caduceus asked, smile sweet on his face. Yasha smiled too, but didn’t say a word.

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In Jester’s nightmares, there was a different kind of feast.

The room itself was familiar, and Jester could almost feel like she shouldn’t be there but couldn’t remember why in the haze of the dream. There was a single window above the door, casting the glow of a red and violet twilight across the room that was cluttered with bottles and jars and strange books and drying herbs. The only other light was fat candles of yellow-beeswax, choked by glass and made dim, and the dying embers of a hearth. The table was set for two, and yet as Jester looked around she was the only one in the cramped little home. Even the ceiling cages swung empty and creaking amongst the wooden slots. Jester took a seat, and just as she did she saw her goblet sat in the center of the empty table.

Her goblet overflowed, and out of the spreading liquid came a menagerie of sweets. Jester set herself upon them all with a reckless abandon. A strange sludge in a crusty bowl ended up being blueberry soups with dollops of sweet cream, overturned cups ended up being creme brulee with glistening caramel crusted on the tops, casseroles full of bread pudding steaming with cinnamon and drizzled with butterscotch and topped with ice cream flecked with ice cream. There was a bouquet of flowers that filled the air with their sugary scent, that as Jester plucked a beautiful pink bloom melted into her mouth with the flavor of rosehip and fairy floss. Forks melted in between her fingers and she realized they were made of chocolate, and the placemats were now made of crunchy honeycomb. She bit into her glass only to realize it was made of shards of sugar flavored with mint and the liquid within like pressed and sweetened lemons and melons. She took more ravenous bites, filled her plate high and yet somehow treats continued to spring from that never-ending goblet-

The liquid from her goblet splashed and overflowed as it turned over under the weight and gushed out like a strange pulsing wound, dripping off the edges of the tables and onto Jester’s skirt and seeped in. She recoiled from the sensation, scurrying away as she swiped at it with her fingers. With her vision and the dim light she could see that the liquid was a oily black. The candles all flickered as if shuddered by a breeze, the smoke hazy and twisting as it tickled the low-hanging herbs that were drying from the ceiling. The liquid began to splatter onto the scratched and dusty floor, pitter-pattering at an ever-increasing rate.

“Now, now my dear,” a familiar croaking voice said as a large hand settled upon her shoulder, fingernails slicing past layers of her cloak. Jester could hear the cracking of dusty-joints and the lumbering crunch of her footsteps. “You have prepared such a feast for me.”

“I...uh…” Jester squeaked as she felt a too long finger mind her neck. She didn’t dare to move, afraid that such a movement would slit her own throat, but let Isharnai tip her chin up and back so Jester could see the witch hunched over her.

“Such a precious giving girl,” Isharnai cooed, and her strange face came into focus, dull green eyes searching Jester for some truth that Jester desperately didn’t want to admit. “So full of misery. What a treat you are.”

“I’m not,” Jester said, her heart pulsing quick and fast in her ears. Her fingers were slick with the black liquid now, it was up to her thighs now bunching and collecting her skirts and glueing them to her legs. But it was her fingers-suddenly she couldn’t move them, as if she had gone numb at the wrist. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe as suddenly the panic overtook her. Where were her friends? Where had everyone gone-?

“We are friends. Friends don’t lie to each other,” Isharnai said, voice cruel with softness. “Now come, don’t you want your last cupcake?”

-Jester looked up to the table again and saw wilted flowers and cracked bowls and something bleeding-it was a heart and it was still beating and the whole home contracted and pulsed like it was a thing alive and in the center of it all there was a single cupcake that glistened with gold and-

What a horrible dream! The Traveler’s voice swept across her mind like the wind on a winding path. For a moment she felt like she was falling and yet she didn’t fear as the wind carried the scent of autumn. No need for this, sleep now Jester and know I am with you.

And so the color of her dreams changed, and she slipped into something safe.

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The girl behind the counter was a teenager, fresh faced and with her hair in twin braids. She had a dusting of freckles across her thin nose and smiled happily when Jester walked through the door of the little bakery in the nowhere town that they had stopped in for the night. It was bright and early the next morning, and Jester had snuck out apart from her friends in hopes of finding something that answered her prayers. The Traveler truly was with her in this endeavour.

"What can I get you this morning?"

"What do you have?"

"Would you like savory or sweet?"

"Sweet, always sweet," Jester said seriously, because sweets were no laughing matter at all.

"We have muffins, blueberry, cinnamon swirl, and cornbread. We also have cinnamon rolls, and we do have cupcakes."

"What kind of cupcakes?" Jester asked excitedly.

"We have a honey-apple cupcake, gingerbread cupcake, and a carrot cake cupcake. The carrot cake is our topseller."

"Carrot cake," Jester grumbled, feeling her nose scrunch. She knew that it was a popular flavor, but she just couldn't wrap her mind around a vegetable in a cake. But she did know from Beau's grumbles that she enjoyed carrot cake even though, as Caleb had pointed out, it was rather nerdy and old-fashioned of her. Beau had given him a solid punch in the arm at the teasing and had disagreed in the way she did where she wasn't really disagreeing but more arguing for the sake of arguing. "Alright, I'll take a dozen, but like a mixed dozen. Four of each flavor?"

"Absolutely, that'll be four silver."

Jester slid the girl six silver and smiled.

"You keep the change," Jester told her and watched as the girl's eyes widened and she nodded vigorously. The girl quickly packed up the cupcakes and tied the box with a string before handing it off to Jester. She smiled and thanked her again before heading off. Jester walked for a little bit, finding the apple tree just outside of the inn that they were saying. Carefully she set her box on the ground as she pulled out her own handkerchief and settled it amongst the roots. She carefully opened the box of cupcakes, careful not to jostle any of them. She lifted one out from the box, the honey-apple cupcake Jester assumed based off of the drizzle of honey that covered the swirl of vanilla buttercream.

“I thought we might share this,” Jester said as she crossed her legs, feeling the morning dew and the sunshine dappling her face as the trees shifted with a breeze. She lifted the cupcake to her lips and took a bite. She sighed at the flavor of the sweet floral honey infusing the cake with its buttery undertones and mellow vanilla crumble, the sharp flavor of the apple-filling that was syrupy and made decadent with brown sugar and cinnamon and the tang of lemon, and of course the melting buttercream frosting that dissipated like a vanilla cloud. Jester felt a hand touch hers, and a shoulder bump against her own.

“Thank you, Jester,” the Traveler said whispered and when Jester blinked there was a second bite taken out of her cupcake.

Jester laughed, and went to take another bite.

#critical role #critical role fanfiction #jester lavorre #5+1 fic #food descriptions galore #read with a snack

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luckycloud808 · 4 years

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weird asks that say a lot from @julietgiulia

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Neither

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Shy, conscientious, perfectionist

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glasses

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? All contributors

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuddies :)

8. movies or tv shows? Movies

9. favourite smell in the summer? Hot soil, flowering plants, fruit and needle trees, post rain, towel after ocean swim, wind through car window driving through forest(ed highway)

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Hockey, soccer, california kickball, high jump and arm hang?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Usually oatmeal or millet with omegas, fruit and oat milk or avocado bagel with black pepper and nutritional yeast

12. name of your favourite playlist? A nice mix for ness

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. favourite non-chocolate candy? Licorice, candied fennel or anise seeds

15. favourite book you read as a school assignment? Les miserables, The thief lord, The cellist of Sarajevo - off the top

16. most comfortable position to sit in? Slumpy posture, one leg over or under the other, knee tuck or apple sauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Hiking boots or black sambas

18. ideal weather? Sunny after rain a little windy

19. sleeping position? No pillow usually on my left or on my back or front with one leg bent

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebook or notes app

21. obsession from childhood? Fairies and making homes

22. role model? Opa

23. strange habits? Not sure what qualifies as strange

24. favourite crystal? Not really into them but maybe jade or quartz

25. first song you remember hearing? I turned out a punk or something by Joe Strummer

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather? Backpacking

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather? Cuddling, snowy adventuring, dancing

28. five songs to describe you? Hazel (bob dylan), Planted a thought (arthur russell), Junie (solange), Corridor of dreams (the cleaners from venus), Even cowgirls get the blues (emmylou harris)

29. best way to bond with you? Quality time, presence, care, spontaneity / silly curiousity

30. places that you find sacred? Oma and Opa’s yard and greenhouse, forest, Veluwe, ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Floral dress, nice earrings with sambas and sweatshirt or hiking boots, wool socks and over shirt, with shorts and tank top

32. top five favourite vines? Fresh avocado is the only one that comes to mind

33. most used phrase in your phone? Yay sweet and or That’s funny

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Can’t think of any

35. average time you fall asleep? 2am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably one of those justgirlythings ones here or Fb I have no idea

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? Tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon tart

40. weirdest thing to ever happen to you at your school? High school - Maybe bear spray yoe evac? authority figure telling me what I was wearing was inappropriate? psych teacher crying in class? Post sec - Tiktok famous boy makes a tiktok of me knitting in psych class? boy crushing steals my textbook just to get me to go to his car so he can return it to me?

41. last person you texted? Daisy 🌼

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? BOTH

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie

44. favourite scent for soap? Rose, patchouli, rosemary, lavendar, mint, etc.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Naked

47. favourite type of cheese? Cashew cheese or if I could brie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? White nectarine but there are so many to try!

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “She walked with her entire body as if to gain momentum for an event in which her entire body would participate.” - Anaïs Nin (A spy in the house of love)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably my kid best friend

51. current stresses? Health issues, unstable income

52. favorite font? Freight rn

53. what is the current state of your hands? Coffee shakes

54. what did you learn from your first job? Hundreds of PLU’s, how to pack groceries, how messy and wasteful people are, that everyone should have to do a customer service job in their lifetime, how really great and awful people are, that I shouldn’t let other people’s stresses make me feel like I should be stressed, that quitting is good sometimes

55. favourite fairy tale? The six swans, Vasalisa the wise, Baba yaga, Bluebeard, Rumpelstiltskin, The red shoes, The velvet ribbon, Goldilocks and the three bears, and many many more

56. favourite tradition? Writing letters and cards, dressing up for halloween, celebrating birthdays

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Eating disorder, depression and heartbreak (although these are things I still need to keep being overcome)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, taking notes, learning about my body, feeling for what resonates

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Heyo, how bout that!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Nausicaä of the valley of the wind (hayao miyazaki)

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Recently found on my Tumblr feed from a book waiting on my shelf: “I want to believe, walking those aimless nights, that I was praying. For what I’m still not sure. But I always felt it was just ahead of me. That if I walked far enough, long enough, I would find it–perhaps even hold it up, like a tongue at the end of its word.” - Ocean Vuong (On earth we’re briefly gorgeous)

62. seven characters you relate to? In no particular order, not long thought out: 1) Sabina (A spy in the house of love), 2) Elio (Call me by your name), 3) Patti (Just kids), 4) Sally (The ruby in the smoke), 5) Camille (Un amour de jeunesse), 6) Dani (Midsommar), 7) Orla (Derry Girls)

63. five songs that would play in your club? I follow rivers - the magician remix (lykke li), JA! (bizzey), Gasolina (daddy yankee), Nice for what (drake), This must be the place - naive melody (talking heads) / love my way (psychedelic furs)

64. favourite website from your childhood? Myscene, Club penguin - those free gaming websites

65. any permanent scars? A few on my face from tables and my dog, one on my knee from flip flops on a boat launch, a few burns here and there that probably aren’t permanent

66. favourite flower(s)? Always changing, echinacea and yellow roses rn

67. good luck charms? Change on the ground, nice earrings, well worn shoes, spotting flowers or animals

68. worst flavour of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Cream of mushroom

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Popped in my head, maybe not the most fun - the flower bud in the centres of apple tree fruiting spurs make the king fruit (the biggest and best apple from each spur) and if you pick the king blossom then all the surrounding blossoms will be bigger and better

70. left or right handed? Right

71. least favourite pattern? Galaxy?

72. worst subject? Economics

73. favourite weird flavour combo? Miso and apple, blueberries and coconut curry, orange juice and beer (I don't know if its really possible to find a “weird” combo maybe it’s more like “not found in my culture”)

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 5 if 0 is no pain (I don't think I’ve been above 8.5)

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea

76. what’s your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Gnocchi or boerenkool

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Flowering plants

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Station coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School id

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I don't think I have much experience with either

82. pc or console? I cannot either way

83. writing or drawing? This is my kryptonite question

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts if I had to choose

84. barbie or polly pocket? Polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology (stories are linked more)

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? My health issues keep accumulating and getting worse forever

88. your greatest wish? My health issues resolve

89. who would you put before everyone else? Myself, Suzmom or Marleymoon

90. luckiest mistake? Choosing mini school, don't regret it but maybe not the best decision

91. boxes or bags? Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight and rocksalt lamps

93. nicknames? Ness, nessie, nessa, bean, bear, benjamin, kindje, sweet pea

94. favourite season? Late spring or late summer

95. favourite app on your phone? Flo, Spotify, Google maps, notes, weather, find my

96. desktop background? Santa Catalina Island off the coast of Southern California

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 7+

98. favourite historical era? I love revolutions and renaissances but all of em have hard times and good times

#questions #mine

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dwindledglow · 5 years

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001. MEET JADE

FULL NAME: jade beatrice montgomery. PREFERRED NAME: jade. NICKNAME/S: jadey or jadee — from family only — and her little brother calls her nova due to her gaming years but people in general don’t tend to use nicknames with her. DATE OF BIRTH: march 21st, 1998. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: non-practicing christian. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with nicolas leuthold. OCCUPATION: full time university student and freelance designer. RESIDENCE: gramercy park, new york city though she currently lives in zurich, switzerland.

002. CHECK JADE’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: perth, australia. NATIONALITY: australian. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: australian. LINGUISTICS: english which is her native language and french, spanish, portuguese and italian in a fluent level. EDUCATION: she studies game design at nyu. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: second. FATHER: joshua seth montgomery, born on december 2nd, 1971 in sydney, australia, currently residing in greenwich village, new york city and working as a psychiatrist. MOTHER: meredith eva montgomery, née adams, born on april 12th, 1972 in melbourne, australia, currently residing in greenwich village, new york city and working as an anesthesiologist. SISTER/S: helena sophia montgomery, born on august 8th, 1995 in perth, australia, currently residing in boston, massachusetts and working as a cardiologist and heart surgeon. BROTHER/S: blake stephen montgomery, born on november 9th, 1999 in perth, australia, currently residing in boston, massachusetts where he studies. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: nicolas leuthold. CHILDREN: none so far. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: eliza marie montgomery, grandmother. EX/ES: benjamin lucas and noah williams. PETS: kylo ren, a cavoodle and drax, a french bulldog.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′6″ or 168 cm. WEIGHT: between 116 lbs or 53 kg and 121 lbs or 55 kg. BODY BUILD: body-shape wise, and following the stereotypes, she would be considered the classic shape. jade is naturally slim, she never had ease putting on weight and when she was younger that translated into being made fun of because she had no actual curves. with a lot of hard work at the gym, and a diet tailored by a nutritionist, over the years she managed to achieve a body she’s proud of. nowadays, jade is the epitome of fit. she has particularly long, toned legs as well as toned arms and abs. she’s willowy, has a defined waist and though she’s by no means thick, she does have a medium sized bust - 32C - and bum. EYE COLOR: green. EYESIGHT: she wears glasses, blue-light blocking ones, when she’s working on the computer for hours on end and when she’s resting her eyes. otherwise and on a daily basis, she wears contacts. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: her hair is naturally brown, but instead of being one shade only, it’s a few different ones. usually she keeps her long hair loose and allows it to dry into its natural waves but at times, she’ll throw it up in a bun or in a high ponytail. if she’s going to an event of any kind or for a more special occasion, she goes for more of a classic low bun with some strands framing her face or she just straightens her hair. other moments, she just keeps half of her hair up and the other half down. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: from the cat-shape of her eyes and the long eyelashes framing them, the little ski-slope nose, as people have taken a liking to call it through the years, to her plump lips and chiseled features, there’s a lot to notice about jade. people say god was playing favorites when she was born, that she stole all the good genes in the family and really? they’re not wrong. SCARS AND MARKS: jade is, as she usually says, team random bruise which means every now and again, without her even noticing and probably as the result of some workout or daily activity, a bruise will appear on her skin. besides those, a few scars she’s gotten over the course of her life and a few little marks, like little moles and freckles, she doesn’t have anything particularly outstanding. TATTOOS: she has a 11:11 on the underside of her right upper arm, she has a subtle orion constellation on the inside of right arm, she has a dainty, watercolor supernova tattoo on the left side of her ribcage, often covered up by her bra straps, she has her grandma’s name in morse code, on the inside of her left wrist and she has four little arrows pointing upwards on the back of her right ear. PIERCINGS: she has her regular lobes pierced. VOICECLAIM: isabelle mathers. ACCENT & INTENSITY: she’s been living in new york since she was four, meaning the australian accent should’ve faded into nothing by now, but with the amount of time spent with her parents and siblings through the years, all the facetime calls to her granny and the friends back home, as well as the frequent visits to sunny australia, it stayed put and it’s still as intense as always. ALLERGIES: insect stings. PHOBIAS & FEARS: failing, not being able to achieve what she wants in life. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: sometimes. SMOKING: she doesn’t smoke. NARCOTICS USE: no, she doesn’t use drugs. INDULGENT FOOD: occasionally, she won’t say no to her favorites. SPLURGE SPENDING: not so often. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? ish. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? no. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? no. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? in-between. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? heavy sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? baths. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? neither. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? netflix. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? gaming console. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? pizza. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? gummy worms. BEACH OR POOL? beach. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? iceskating. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? art. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? chocolate bars. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? sci-fi. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

005. JADE’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: gaming. FAVORITE ANIMAL: koala. FAVORITE BOOK: city of girls by elizabeth gilbert. FAVORITE COLOR/S: she doesn’t have one. FAVORITE CUISINE: mediterranean, thai and chinese. FAVORITE DISH/ES: parmigiana, som tum, avocado toast, khao pad, pad thai (anything thai mostly), pavlova, tim tams, chocolate crackles. FAVORITE DRINK/S: lemon lavender tea latte and coconut water. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: water lillies and dahlias. FAVORITE GEM: jade. FAVORITE MOVIE: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind by michel gondry. FAVORITE SONG: mona lisa by VALNTN and Peter Fenn, featuring tray haggerty. FAVORITE SCENT/S: rose, vanilla, coffee and lime. FAVORITE SHOW/S: la casa de papel is her ultimate favorite show and currently the only one she’s been keeping up with. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: basketball, she supports boston celtics. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. VACATION DESTINATION: seoul, south korea.

#── ✰. ┊ jade : — HEADCANON. ❜

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camillemontespan · 6 years

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the abc of love [drake and camille]

For those who wish to know more about Dramille (yes that’s their couple name which I’ve just made up on the spot, come at me!)

@cora-nova thanks for creating these amazing questions, I enjoyed filling them out!

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1. A - ANNIVERSARIES

They always celebrate their relationship anniversary. They do the same thing each year - sit in front of the fire out on the terrace and make smores. It’s simple but it’s cute and it suits them perfectly.

2. B - BELIEFS

Camille likes to think there is something after death. Drake is the opposite- he doesn’t believe in God and he thinks that once you’re dead, you’re dead.

Camille says she doesn’t believe in star signs but she will still sneak a peak in the horoscope section of magazines, you know, just in case.

3. C - COLLECTABLES

Drake has kept the receipt of their first dinner date together. He also has an album on his phone which are just photos he has taken of Camille. He looks at it whenever he misses her or just wants to feel warm and fuzzy.

Camille got into scrapbooking, thanks to Maxwell. She keeps photos, receipts, restaurant napkins, theatre tickets... everything they have done, she will keep a memento of.

4. D - DRINKS & FOOD

Drake does most of the cooking, which is surprising to some people - they only see him when he is mocking the tiny finger food at court. When he cooks, he prepares hearty meals that are meant to be feasted on.

Camille likes white wine. She also loves Espresso Martinis, which are perfect for a night out because it gets you drunk and keeps you awake at the same time. Drake thinks cocktails are unnecessary but if Camille asks him to join in, he will. He will always choose a Manhattan (unless he is at brunch and has a mimosa. More on that later).

They both love going to this seafood restaurant that is right by the harbour in Cordonia’s Old Town. The fish is caught that day and they will both sit outside, looking out at the harbour, eating grilled fish and drinking white wine (Drake will actually drink white wine if he is having fish, and red wine if he is having steak).

Camille’s comfort food is mac n cheese as it reminds her of home.

5. E - EXERCISE

Camille enjoys barre class, Pilates and spinning. Drake prefers just sweating it out in the gym, but if it’s a sunny day, he will hike up the mountains. He feels free when he is high up, away from civilisation.

They both watch NFL. Camille supports the Giants, Drake obviously supports the Texans. They host Superbowl at their house every year, which is always fun as they get really into it, with bets and hotdogs and whiskey. Hana and Maxwell don’t understand the rules, Liam is too busy checking his work emails and Olivia gets bored but they enjoy the entertainment.

6. F - FIRST

Their first dance was at a ball in court and both wanted the other but couldn’t do anything about it. For Drake, that first dance was torture as he held her close, wishing he could kiss her.

Their first kiss was over a bottle of whiskey. Drake remembers Camille tasting of whiskey and watermelon lip balm.

Their first time together was, again, after drinking whiskey. Drake had taken her back to her room to sleep off the whiskey but before she could go, he couldn’t help himself and kissed her. One thing led to another..

7. G - GOLD

They both don’t care for wealth or material possessions. Camille was working class and got her first job aged 14 to help her grandmother with the rent, food shopping, bills. She views money as a way to survive; not to flash the cash and spend on designer items or cars.

Drake’s most prized possession is his grandmother’s engagement ring, which he proposed to Camille with. To him, it is priceless.

8. H - HOME

Camille’s parents died when she was five from a drug overdose. Camille was adopted by her grandmother, Gisele. They lived in a small house in the outskirts of New York. Camille is part French on her grandmother’s side - they are descendants of Madame de Montespan, mistress of Louis XIV. Gisele always talked about it - Camille doesn’t as she thinks nobody would believe her, plus she doesn’t like to brag.

Drake visited the ranch in Texas every summer and it’s a place where he feels happiest.

9. I - ISSUES

Camille isn’t keen on Kiara (Kinky Kiara). They sometimes argue when Drake starts thinking that he doesn’t deserve this life, which Camille always takes great pains to tell him he does.

10. J - JOLLY JOKER

Drake loves humour when comedians say the very thing they shouldn’t. Anything that’s controversial, Drake likes.

Camille is incredibly ticklish and Drake knows it. Drake takes advantage of this all the time.

11. K - KIDS

Camille loves babies and gets broody easily. Since she lost her parents so young, she has always wanted babies and a home to create.

When they had Lily, Drake was over protective from the start. He would watch over her while she slept, scared she would stop breathing.

Camille is very hands on and loves Lily with every fibre of her being. This child will never feel lonely or lost.

12. L - LOOK

Camille will wear Prada, Gucci and Chanel when she is on Duchess duty. When she is off duty, she likes to wear Anthropologie and The Kooples. She takes skincare seriously, and has the wrinkle free skin to prove it, and her favourite perfume is Gabrielle by Chanel - her mother was called Gabrielle, so the perfume holds a special meaning to her.

Drake relies on the old faithful - denim shirt and jeans. But, when he suits up for court events, he really suits up. Armani suits. His favourite perfume is Bleu de Chanel, which smells woody and masculine.

13. M - MEDIA

Drake doesn’t like social media as he doesn’t see the point in it. Who cares what you ate for dinner? Why are people taking photos of their dinners?

They both have Netflix. Drake likes Stranger Things (he fancies Nancy). Camille loves Queer Eye (can you believe?!)

14. N - NETWORK

Their core group consists of Liam, Maxwell, Hana and Olivia. They don’t like Madeleine but will tolerate her if she is around. Camille is the people person of the relationship; she sparkles and knows all the right anecdotes. Bertrand taught her well.

15. O - OBLIGATIONS

Camille focuses more on Duchess duties. She hosts an open house every Thursday from 1-4, a tradition that was abandoned more than 200 years ago but which she has brought back. It means the citizens of Valtoria can visit the estate and speak to her in person regarding any issues they have. Drake deals with things around the estate such as land conservation.

16. P - PAMPERING

Camille goes to the spa with Hana and Olivia once a month. Drake likes the plunge pool.

Drake makes Camille breakfast in bed every Sunday. It is their couple time. They will sip coffee, eat waffles with nutella and bananas and read their papers. Sometimes, if he is feeling fun, he will make them mimosas (Hana introduced him to mimosas and he was ashamed to really like it).

17. Q - QUESTIONS

They are both private about their personal life as they don’t court attention. They share everything - Camille had to teach Drake to trust her with his secrets. It was another wall which she broke down.

18. R - ROUTINE

They both get up at 8am to have breakfast on their balcony. Camille attends meetings and Drake talks to landowners. They both have a meeting together for one hour in which they discuss their duties, progress etc but after that, they talk about normal things. They have dinner together every evening and they don’t talk about work.

19. S - SENSUALITY

They both love sex. They are both passionate and like to focus on the other. Drake is very generous and gives all of himself to her. They aren’t crazy in the bedroom but they have handcuffs and have used hot wax before. The balcony is one of their favourite places to have sex. Camille likes to be dominated over; any time he picks her up against a wall, she loves it.

20. T - TOGETHER

They are such a cosy couple. They are always touching; whether its kissing or holding hands, they find a way to touch. Olivia says they are sickening.

21. U - UPS & DOWNS

For Drake, he only needs Camille and their daughter to be happy.

He likes the simple things. He loves whiskey, the outdoors, the smell of wood burning in a fire. Texas. Endless summers in Texas. He loves the scent of Camille’s hair - coconut- and her watermelon lipbalm when she kisses him.

Camille loves Drake and Lily. She adores their dog, Maxwell, named after their friend of course, and she loves New York.

Camille is the eternal optimist while Drake can be very pessimistic.

22. V - VACATION

They enjoy hiking up the mountains and city breaks. Rome was a particular favourite of theirs as they wandered round the city unnoticed, getting drunk on wine and overeating on pizza and pasta.

23. W - WEDDING

They married at the Walker ranch at sunset. Camille had planned most of it and had kept the location secret from Drake until she was forced to tell him (basically when the invitations were ready to be posted). He got quite emotional and had to have a moment alone. So much joy.

They spent their wedding night by the lake at the ranch. It was really warm outside and they hadn’t wanted to be cooped up indoors. Drake found pillows and blankets and they consummated their marriage by the lake.

24. X - EXs

Drake has slept around but has no ex-girlfriends. He didn’t think any girl deserved to be ‘saddled’ with him so he made sure he was distant and aloof. It didn’t work; the ladies loved it, wanting the chance to ‘help him’. He didn’t like many of the girls at court anyway as they were too spoiled or giggly or annoying.

Camille had a boyfriend when she was 7 years old called Patrick which lasted one day. When she was 16, she had a boyfriend called James who she was with for two years.

25. Y - YELLING

Camille gets emotional. Drake is rational. This swaps around when Drake is drunk; if they fight when they’ve been drinking, he shouts. Camille will treat him like a child, which only annoys him more.

They fight when Drake relies too much on whiskey to cloud his negative thoughts.

Camille is fantastic at the silent treatment.

26. Z - ZOOM

They were made for each other. Drake can now die a happy man having been with her and Camille finally feels safe and loved and wanted. They are best friends wrapped up as lovers.

#coranovawrites #the abc of love #drake walker x mc #cora-nova

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roslinadama-sinequanon · 6 years

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The Feast of the Seven Fishes-New MC Fanfic

This is just something I threw together for Christmas in my continuing effort to show how Sharon and Andy spent their first year of marriage together. I got the inspiration from Tony who talked about this Sicilian tradition in an interview and how he hoped to go back to his roots and host one in the future. Can totally see Andy embracing the whole family this way.

You can read here https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13157919/1/The-Feast-of-the-Seven-Fishes or here https://archiveofourown.org/works/17160020 or here:

Sharon gazed up at the 15 foot Douglas fir placed in the corner of their living room. It was so tall that her 6 foot 1-inch husband had struggled to get the angel straight, even on a ladder. It had been a long time since she’d had a live tree, let alone one this big. A high ceiling was one of the many attributes of their new home. The tree was beautiful, filled with ornaments from their pasts and new ones they had purchased together—including the special stained glass shamrock ornament reading “Ireland 2018” that they had purchased on their honeymoon in Ireland.

Last year at this time, she was still recovering from the mild bout of cardiomyopathy that had thankfully turned out to be more of an annoyance than anything else. She’d had to take some time off to allow the virus to run its course and they’d decided to put off their search for a new home until she was feeling stronger. Now, they had this beautiful Spanish Revival, with its high exposed wood beam ceilings, wrought iron chandeliers and the extra spare rooms that would house some of the family members who would be descending on their home tonight. Boughs of holly were draped along the stone fireplace mantle where their stockings were lined up in a row. Live wreaths hung on the walls, filling the air with the scent of balsam pine. Gorgeous full poinsettias in red and white graced the coffee table, the end tables and the top of Sharon’s piano—her housewarming gift from Andy. A strategic sprig of mistletoe dangled in the archway leading from the hall into the living room, a spot where Andy caught her at every opportunity.

She could hear him now in the kitchen, just through another graceful archway off the living room. He was in his glory, preparing for the “Feast of the Seven Fishes” a seven-course traditional Sicilian Christmas Eve meal. It was something he remembered fondly from his childhood and for as long as she had known him; he had talked about wanting to do this for their family. However, until they bought this new larger home, it hadn’t been feasible. The condo wasn’t large enough for both their extended families. This house was.

She made her way into the kitchen, watching Andy slapping together crab and salmon cakes while humming along to “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” with Andy Williams. She ran her hand along his shoulders as she made her way to the stove, earning that pure Andy smile that always made her feel like she was the best thing in his world. She lifted the cover on the vat of bubbling New England clam chowder, stuck a spoon in, and took a taste. The chowder was her contribution, her grandmother’s recipe that always transported her back to summers on Nantucket.

Seven dishes was a lot of food so they were doing as much prep work as possible so all they would have to do tonight was heat everything up. They would start with bacon wrapped scallops along with traditional antipasto for hors-d'oeuvres, and then they would move into the meal. The chowder, followed by the crab and salmon cake appetizers, then a coconut shrimp salad with orange marmalade sauce, lobster rolls made with fresh Maine lobster purchased from ‘Cape Seafood and Provisions’ in West Hollywood, garlicky shrimp scampi, and baked flounder au gratin made with flounder that Andy and Ricky caught on a fishing trip out to Catalina. Ricky and his girlfriend Tess had flown in a couple days ago and would be staying with them in one of the guest rooms. Emily was due to arrive any minute with her O’Dwyer grandparents, and Andy’s mother and his sisters Antonella, Maura, Peggy, and Gina, along with Peggy and Gina’s husbands and Gina’s daughter Sophia had settled in at a local B&B run by a friend of Sharon’s from her book club. Sharon’s sister Christine, her brother in law Ed and her nieces Jillian and Bridget were also staying at the B&B.

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It was Christmas Eve, the food was prepared and Sharon’s sense of occasion had the house looking like something out of a magazine spread. A fire burned in the hearth, white lights twinkled on the large Christmas tree and ran along the built-in bookshelves that flanked the fireplace. Christmas music played softly on the Bose surround sound speakers that Ricky had helped them set up with they’d first moved in. The families mingled, some carrying wine glasses, others cut glass miniature mugs of eggnog doctored up with a little vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and nutmeg. A bottle of spiced rum sat next to the punch bowl for those who wanted a little extra zip in their nog.

Andy stood leaning against the fireplace sipping his non-spiked eggnog, listening to Celine Dion sing about another year having gone by. He had been talking with Nicole and Dean but as they moved on to get some cheese and crackers for the boys he took a moment to survey the room with pleasure. All the O’Dwyers, Raydors, and Flynn’s were under one roof. His roof. Their roof. His eyes fell on Sharon across the room near the piano. She was in a conversation with her mother, his mother, and his sister Antonella. She had changed into a red cashmere sweater dress that gently skimmed over her curves along with knee-high black suede boots. Sexy and elegant. That was his wife. As if she felt his gaze on her, she turned and caught his eyes, flashing him a broad beaming smile that lit her whole face and made him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. When Sharon smiled at him like that, he felt like he could walk on water.

Later that night when they returned from midnight mass at St. Joseph’s and she had changed into a long white silk nightgown, he into pajama bottoms and t-shirt, he slid his iPod into the dock and clicked on one of her favorites, Michael Buble.

“Dance with me,” he said, holding out a hand. She took it and stepped into his arms, resting her head on his broad chest, swaying gently to “I’ll be Home for Christmas” thinking that Buble could even make that holiday favorite sound sexy.

“We are home, aren’t we?” she said, nuzzling into his chest. God how she loved this house near the sea.

“We are,” he agreed, rubbing his cheek against her soft fragrant hair. “But it’s more than this house. It’s you, Sharon. You’re my home. You always have been.”

She pulled back, hearing the catch in his voice. When she saw the sheen of tears displayed in his dark eyes by the moonlight shining through the French doors, she cupped a hand over his cheek. She knew he was thinking about last year at this time. “And you’re my home. As long as we’re together nothing else matters.”

“No, it doesn’t. And as far as Christmas goes, I’ve already been given the best gift ever. I‘ll never have to ask for anything else.”

She cocked her head with curiosity. “What’s that?”

“You. Here with me, healthy and well. When you were sick last year, I made a few deals with God. One of those was that I’d never ask for anything else as long as he made you well again. He kept up His end of the bargain and there’s nothing else I want or need that can ever compare to having you by my side. Forever.

Sharon felt the tear slide down her cheek and then his thumb wiping it away. “How’d I ever get so lucky to have a man like you in my life?”

“Me? I dunno. Provenza said I was the booby prize.”

Sharon gave a surprised little snort laugh. No one could make her laugh through her tears like Andy. “You’re not the booby prize,” she said. “You’re the blue ribbon all the way.

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Christmas morning brought more good news for the family when Dean and Nicole showed up with Tyler and Scottie who were wearing reindeer t-shirts that read “Oh Deer, I’m going to be a big brother” and the announcement that she was due in June. The entire family erupted with excitement, but none more so than Andy and Sharon who were over the moon at the idea of another grandchild.

Once the gifts were unwrapped, the paper balled up in boxes to be sent to recycling, everyone moved into the dining room for a large brunch. Casseroles, ham and cheese, sausage and hash browns, and French toast. Quiche, both veggie and bacon and Gruyere, and a variety of Danish’s, cinnamon rolls, croissants, muffins, coffee cake, and bagels were spread out on the table. It was sunny and in the mid-’60s so Sharon left the French doors open to the patio. Some ate outside under the pergola on the large farmer’s table or perched on the comfortable chairs Andy had placed in a cozy circle around the outdoor Chiminea, while others ate inside in the dining room or on the island bar in the kitchen.

While they ate Ricky and Tess announced that they were moving in together and would be looking for a condo in San Diego or its surroundings. Tess had been working on her Master's degree in Psychology with a focus on refugee mental health and human rights at Berkeley and had interned with different programs helping refugee children and their families in the Bay area. Now with her Master’s completed, she had been offered a job working with traumatized children experiencing posttraumatic stress having come from refugee situations, many who had been tortured, abused or traumatized by watching family members killed in front of them. She would be working with the children utilizing Trauma-Focused Cognitive Behavioral Therapy techniques. It was an amazing opportunity and she had to take it, but it meant moving over 7 hours away from Ricky and that was something they both deemed unacceptable. This time it was Ricky who would make the sacrifice. He was lucky. With his computer savvy he could pretty much find a job anywhere in the world, and in many cases, name his price. So, moving had not been a difficult decision. In fact, he informed them that he already had a few interviews lined up in cybersecurity.

Sharon was thrilled that her son was in a serious relationship with a young woman she really liked and that Ricky had been willing to make sacrifices to make the relationship work. Even better, he was now going to be an easily drivable distance away. Less than two hours! He and Andy had already been talking about fishing trips and Dodger games.

A little later while everyone was relaxing inside and they were burning cardboard in the Chiminea, Andy slipped an arm around Sharon‘s waist. “Looks like 2019 is going to be another great year for us.”

“Yes, it does.” She rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. “A new baby, Ricky getting serious with Tess and moving closer to home and our first full year in our new house.”

Andy looked inside through the French doors, his eyes falling on Emily who was laughing with his sister Gina. “Now if we can just get our girl closer to home, life would be perfect.”

Our girl. God how she loved him.

#sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #Major Crimes #Shandy Christmas #sharon and andy live on forever and ever #sharonmattered #screw you duff

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breathofthe-ocean-blog · 6 years

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BDRPWriMo Task#23 - Mock Audition - Nana Tala

ABOUT THE CHARACTER;

NAME: Nana Tala

AGE: 72

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

NATIONALITY: Hawaiian

JOB/SCHOOL: Yoga Instructor, Neighbourhood Nana

RESIDENCE: The Woods

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR CHARACTER CAN ADD TO SWYNLAKE (5 SENTENCES MINIMUM):

If you need someone to Nana your character, Nana Tala is your woman. This woman will adopt your charrie and if she gets a hint that you’re sad she will bring you food. Any trouble you have and she will do whatever it is that she can do to help. She is a resident gossip she loves to know whats going on but she will never spill your secrets. She will hella tease you though. And don’t let her know if you’re lonely she will set up up with a friend date.

LIST THREE GOALS THAT YOU WANT TO ACCOMPLISH WITH THIS CHARACTER/THAT THIS CHARACTER WANTS TO ACCOMPLISH

Nana Tala wants Maui to realize how much potential he has and that he doesn’t have to be macho all the time.

Nana Tala wants to make sure Moana can find her path and not be scared of the future.

Nana Tala wants to make sure everyone that she can is happy.

BIOGRAPHY (300 WORD MINIMUM, 3RD PERSON)(PLEASE LIST ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS AT THE BEGINNING OF YOUR BIOGRAPHY):

It has always been said it takes a village to raise a child but Tala was always the one of those people that took that ideology seriously. From a young age she would be willing to go to everyone. She made birthday cards for everyone in the village and always said hello.

This philosophy never stopped as she age only grew more eccentric. She would tell stories of Maui and of all different versions of the past. Many stories that only existed in the realm of storytelling. People fell in love with her smile and her attitude. Her husband fell in love with the woman that never took no for an answer.

She would infact over talk most the council members because hey by extension of her husband she might as well have been one according to her. She would do as she pleased and found that 99% of the time it worked. It was only after her son grew and had a child that was gifted that the two started to but heads. To Tala it was a gift blessed by the island. By her son it was a burden and a heavy one to carry.

It was destructive to hear and when her husband passed Tala found it difficult to stay around where the village she made into a home treated her more of an outcast.

Without discussion Tala packed up her bags and shipped them off across the ocean. She would send letters but she found a new village that she could offer love and hope to.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S VIEW ON MAGIC? (3 SENTENCES MINIMUM):

Nana Tala is completely at peace and in love with magic. She believes each and every part came from the earth and must be respected and nourished. And not used for evil.

PLEASE ANSWER THE FOLLOWING ABOUT THE CHARACTER (MINIMUM OF THREE WITH 2-3 SENTENCE EXPLANATIONS):

FAVORITE (OR LEAST FAVORITE)…

COLOR(S): Yellow, its succh a happy colour and that of the sun

WEATHER: Sunny and hot. Tala hates to be stuck inside all day or for that matter for any part of the day.

SCENT(S): Vanilla, it was the smell of her Mother’s perfume.

BEVERAGE: Coconut water and like the one right out of a water coconut, screw the packaged kind.

FOOD(S): Mangos. Really any fresh fruit. As a child she would use to climb trees and pick whatever she wanted.

ANIMAL(S): Stingray - Just like the movie she always talks about her next life no matter how much Moana refuses to listen to

#bdrpwrimoashley

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redvelevet · 6 years

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i was tagged by @cheekyandsofetch to do these and i don’t usually do them but i thought i would this time. I am going to tag @mxxnlightjimin @jkdna @2oongi @jazzy-tae @dvmple + anyone else who would like to do it.

what’s your favourite song(s) to sing?

i can’t really sing tbh i sound like an animal being strangled but i like to sometimes pretend im the fifth member of little mix when i sing their songs i also rap along to rap songs too which i find much easier than hitting those high notes sorry im no mariah.

what’s your favourite plant/tree/flower?

i really like cherry blossoms, hydrangeas, wisteria, bleeding heart flowers, orchids, lilies, begonias, peonies, chrysanthemums, apple blossoms, lilacs, sweet peas, poinsettias, snap dragons, delphiniums, alstromerias, pansies, and hibiscus flowers. wow thats a lot, i think they’re all flowers lol.

favourite colours?

PINK!!! (every shade except that horrible bright magenta colour) i also like red, blue, purple and yellow!! and black ofc.

what do you always doodle?

hearts and flowers!! always, sometimes i doodle words in a fancy style too.

how do you take your coffee/tea?

i like my coffee milky and with 2 sugars and as for tea i like i milk in it but not too much i hate milky tea os i like to have a good colour to it, but again i take that with 2 sugars. if i drink fruit/herbal teas i just have sugar with that.

favourite candle scent?

im a highkey candle hoarder and i have so many nice smelling ones. i like salted caramel, mulberry, cherry, vanilla, coffee, coconut and i have a carribean tropical scented one which smells so damn good it smells like a pina colada.

sunrise or sunset?

sunset for sure i love the range of colours the sky goes before the sun set especially in the summer

what perfume do you wear?

i have so many different ones that i wear, i wear a mango and papaya body spritzer that i use, i use my victoria’s secret perfumes which all smell nice, i have a lovely molton brown perfume (its only a tester waah) and on special occasions i wear my dolce & gabbana perfume. i have so many other ones away in my cupboard i have strawberry scented ones as well i need to get more for christmas.

what’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

damn i dont really dance alone but i like to try and perfect my body rolls, i like to wave my arms around too haha im a bad dancer, i never used to be though.

favourite quotes?

it’s okay to lose - bts (2016)

im sorry skdfashkh i just can’t think of any really awe inspiring quotes right now.

favourite self care routine(s)?

look after your skin!!! moisturise, exfoliate, cleanse, tone her!!! she will thank you!! honestly my skin used to be so rough and dry until i started moisturising daily and using a facemask weekly and let me tell you it worked so much now the skin on my face is so soft!!

also i think it’s good to get out every once in a while and get some air, i don’t think it’s good to be cooped up inside all the time it gets bad for your health and you don’t have to be out all day just a few hours can dramatically change your mood, and you dont have to be out every day either its nice to just go out every once in a while it will be beneficial trust me.

positive reinforcement! tell yourself you look good, even if you don’t mean it and it doesn’t have to be about your body or your face you can look at yourself in the mirror and go “wow i really like this outfit on me” or “that is a look” and it will make you feel better and any compliment you can give yourself will be rewarding no matter how small it is or how “stupid” you find it just go in the mirror and be like “im the shit” and after a while you will fuckin believe it.

fuzzy socks or house slippers?

fuzzy socks always but accompanied by slippers in the winter.

what colour are your eyes?

green! sometimes they’re a jade green and sometimes they’re like a sea green with hints of blue in them.

what’s your favourite eye colour on others?

all of them!! eyes are so lovely to look at.

favourite season? why?

autumn/fall. i love the leaves that change colour i love the warm but cool days i love the cute clothes u can wear and most of all halloweeen!!!! i also like early summer/late spring where its lovely weather but not too hot its great for spending days out with friends/family.

neck/cheek/nose kisses?

NECK i will kiss your neck like no tomorrow and i would end up biting it a bit lol, my bad. but all kisses are valid.

what does your happy place look like?

it changes depending on my mood but its any place where i’m not me.

favourite breed of dog?

labrador but i love all dogs as long as they’re friendly.

do you ever want to be married?

yeah with the right person, im not sure if it will happen but i can’t wait to plan the big day.

cursive or print?

i write in both lol one paragraph can be fully cursive and the next could be could be totally different. i mostly write in cursive i think?

favourite weather?

i like sunny weather!! especially if i’m going out. i don’t like it too hot or too cold so i’d say my ideal temp is around 50-60F / 10-20C (im not sure if the conversion is correct but i stand by it)

i also love thunder and rain but we don’t get much thunder here sadly.

#fleur.txt #thank you!!#sorry for rambling a bit

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