#i will always protect my chartreuse queen

[monsterously-high]

Ok for RH fans i really wanna know: what’s the doll that got you fully hooked on the brand? Like the doll that you opened and thought it was so beautiful you wanted to look at her for a week straight and buy 18 more and it activated your primal so-cute-I-need-to-throttle-it response

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Can you give me a link to the list of every single character that you made please? I have to scroll for a long time to find it...

((I constantly add new characters to my list, so just because you don’t see your AU or character on this list doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go ahead and request the character! I’m always excited to add new things! So, go ahead, and ask for characters that might not be on here!))

UNDERTALE:

* Sans/Undertale Sans ‘ The Judge ‘ -

* Papyrus/Undertale Papyrus ‘ The Liar ‘  -

* Gaster/Undertale Gaster ‘ The Forgotten Scientist ‘ -

* Grillby/Undertale Grillby ‘The Bartender ‘ -

* Toriel/Undertale Toriel 'The Caretaker' -

* Asgore/Undertale Asgore 'The Previous King' -

* Alphys/Undertale Alphys ' The anxious scientist ' -

* Undyne/Undertale Undyne ' Captain of the royal guard ' -

* Flowey/Undertale Flowey ' The soulless monster ' -

* Bratty/Undertale Bratty ' The friendly crocodile ' -

* Catty/undertale Catty ' The chatty cat ' -

* Lady/Snowdin shopkeeper ' the cheerful shopkeeper from snowdin ' -

* Chara/Undertale Chara ' The vengeful ghost ' -

* Asriel/Undertale Asriel ' The crybaby heir ' -

* Frisk/Undertale Frisk ' the monster ambassador ' -

* Mickey/Undertale Monster Kid ' The Undyne Fan ' -

* Ginger/Undertale Burgerpants -

UNDERFELL:

* Red/Underfell Sans ‘ The Sentry’  -  

* Boss/Underfell Papyrus ‘The Guard Captain’  -  

* Aster/Underfell Gaster ‘ The Failed Scientist ‘ -

* Firefly/Underfell Grillby ‘ The Cold Flirt ‘ -

* Ursa/Underfell Toriel 'The Caretaker of the Catacombs' -

* Tenor/Underfell Asgore ' The Tyrant' -

* Laguna/Underfell Alphys ' The mad scientist ' -

* Currant/Underfell Undyne ' The cruel captain ' -

* Dessy/Underfell Chara ' The demon who brought despair underground ' -

* Daffodil/Underfell Flowey ' The frightful flower ' -

* Fawn/Underfell Frisk ' The genocidal freak ' -

* Penny/Underfell Monster Kid ' The moody teenager ' -

* Tuscan/Underfell Asriel ' The obsessive prince ' -

UNDERSWAP:

* Lucky/Underswap Sans ‘ The Manipulator’  -  

* Stretch/Underswap Papyrus ‘ The Puppet ‘   -  

* Dings/Underswap Gaster ‘ The RiverMan ‘ -

* Peachy/Underswap Grillby 'The bubbling bakery owner'

* Pepper/Underswap Mutter ' The quiet Bartender' -

* Cinnamon/Underswap Chara ' The Two-Faced savior ' -

* Tawny/Underswap Asriel ' The friendly town guide ' -

* Buttercup/Underswap Frisk ' The lost princess ' -

* Periwinkle/Underswap Monster Kid ' The current monster prince ' -

SWAPFELL:

* Razz/Swapfell Sans ‘ The Lord ‘ -  

* Mutt/Swapfell Papyrus ‘ The Wild Dog’  -

* Ebony/Swapfell Toriel ' The unstable Queen' -

* Marigold/Swapfell Asgore ' The Unstable Caretaker' -

* Fuschia/Swapfell Alphys -

* Rosewood/Swapfell Undyne -

* Pitch/Swapfell Chara ' The Cheerful ambassador ' -

* Cobalt/Swapfell Asriel ' The quiet town guide ' -

* Chartreuse/Swapfell Frisk ' The domineering prince ' -

* Peacock/Swapfell Monster Kid ' The prideful princess ' -

FELLSWAP:

* Blackberry/Fellswap Sans ‘ The WannaBe Guard ‘ -

* Patch/Fellswap Papyrus ‘ The Loyal Pet ‘ -

* Sunny/Fellswap Grillby ‘ The Poisonous Bakery Owner ‘ -

* Mahogany/Fellswap Chara ' The temperamental fallen human ' -

* Flaxen/Fellswap Asriel ' The bored town guide ' -

* Canary/Fellswap Frisk ' The good-hearted Lost Spirit ' -

* Jade/Fellswap Monster Kid ' The frightful princess ' -

FELLSWAP GOLD:

*Merlot/Fellswap Gold Sans ' The bad wine expert wannabe ' -

*Mochaccino/Fellswap Gold Papyrus ' The coffee addict ' -

HORRORTALE:

* Hickory/Horrortale Sans ‘ The Butcher ‘ -

* Tatters/Horrortale Papyrus ‘ The Cannibal ‘ -

* Lilac/Horrortale Toriel - 

* Vile/Horrortale Grillby 'The starving bartender'

* Trigger/ Horrortale Undyne ' The Fallen Queen ' -

* Widow/Horrortale Muffet ' The Black Widow ' -

STORYSHIFT:

* Toffee/Storyshift Chara ‘ The Guard ‘ -

* Plum/storyshift Asriel ‘ The Captain’s Son ‘ -

* Pebble/Storyshift Frisk ' The one who will free them all ' -

* Moss/Storyshift Monster Kid ' The village boy ' -

* Cantaloupe/Storyshift Papyrus -

* Skyblue/Storyshift Sans ‘ The King ‘ -

ASYLUMTALE:

* Delta/Asylumtale Sans ‘ The Maniac ‘ -

* Daisy/Asylumtale Alphys 'The therapist' -

OVERTALE:

* Sam/Overtale Sans 'The Boy-Next-Door' -

* Audrey/Overtale Papyrus 'The eccentric mascot' -

* Sapphire/Overtale Frisk ' The friendly goat monster ' -

* Oliver/Overtale Monster Kid ' The curious neighborhood teenager ' -

OUTERTALE:

* Bumblebee/Outertale Flower ' The worrisome flower ' -

* Midnight/Outertale Sans ‘ The Star Fanatic ‘ -

*  Marrow/Outertale Papyrus ‘ The Earth Fanatic ‘ -

DELTARUNE:

* Kris/Deltarune Kris  -

* Susie/Deltarune Susie  -

TRICKSTERTALE:

* Sugarberry/Trickstertale Swap!Sans ' The eccentric Trickster ' -

OUTCODES:

* Glitch/Error! Sans 'The destroyer' -

* Palette/Ink! Sans 'The creator' -

* Night/Nightmare! Sans 'The bringer of nightmares' -

* Starry/Dream! Sans 'The bringer of gentle dreams' -

* Sansy/Fresh! Sans 'The parasite' -

* Coral/Shattered Dream -

* Iris/Fresh! Chara -

* Fern/Mafia!Dream  ' The Optimistic Detective ' -

* Onyx/Mafia!Nightmare  ' The Pessimistic Detective ' -

* Sangria/Mafia!Ink  ' The soulless detective ' -

* Chiffon/Mafia!Error  ' The guilty Detective ' -

* Berry/Strawberry Nightmare ' The positive nightmare ' -

* Arctic/Snake!Dream!Sans ' The positive snake protector ' -

* Anchor/Snake!Nightmare!Sans ' the negative snake guardian ' -

* Sky/Outcode Underswap Sans ' The last star sans ' -

* Coral/Shattered Dream -

* Raven/Killertale Sans -

* Blueprints/Error! Underswap Sans -

BITTIES:

* Tortilla/ Pup Bitty -

* Denim/Sansy Bitty ' The lazy bitty ' -

* Pistachio/Sansy Naga Bitty ' The peaceful snake bitty ' -

* Jam/Edgy bitty -

* Navy/Baby blue bitty -

ECHO SANSES:

* Echo/Echotale Sans ‘ The PlayBoy’  -

* Heather/Echofell Sans -

* Juniper/Echoswap Sans - 

ECHO PAPYRUSES:

* Green/Echotale Papyrus ‘ The BookWorm’  -

DUST SANSES:

* Solaris/Dusttale Sans ‘ The Murderer ‘ -

DUST PAPYRUSES:

* Hound/Dustswapfell Papyrus 'The feeling addict' -

* Yammy/DustJar Papyrus -

* Bronze/Disbelief Papyrus -

* Sandstone/Dustbelief Papyrus -

* Squash/Dustswap Papyrus -

* Fog/Dusttale Papyrus

DUST ASRIELS:

* Carob/Dustshift Asriel -

HORROR GASTERS:

* Rust/horrorfell Gaster 'The man who speaks in screams ' -

* Carnal/Horrorswapfell Gaster ' The Pathetic RiverMan ' -

HORROR SANSES:

* Teddy/Horrorfell Sans 'The dusting butcher' -

* Cranberry/Horrorswap Sans 'The backstabbing maniac' -

* Bell/Horrorfellswap Sans 'The incompetent little helper' -

* Knight/Horrorswapfell Sans 'The Try hard protector' -

* Garnet/Horrorfellswap gold sans -

HORROR PAPYRUSES:

* Rottenberry/Horrorfell Papyrus ‘ The Mute ‘ -

* Pine/Horrorswap Papyrus ' The creepy Con Artist ' -

* Cedar/Horrorfellswap gold Papyrus -

HORROR ASRIELS:

* Umber/Horrorshift Asriel ' the broken down sentry ' -

HORROR CHARAS:

* Soot/Horrorshift Chara ' the protective Butcher ' -

LUST SANSES:

* Spice/Underlust Sans ‘ The Lover ‘ -

* Cotton/Lustswapfell Sans 'The Authoritative slut' -

* Candy/Lustfell Sans -

* Teal/Swaplust sans ' The innocent slut ' -

LUST PAPYRUSES:

* Sugar/Underlust Papyrus ‘ The Friend-With-Benefits ‘ -

* Lavender/Lustfellswap Papyrus 'The Affection seeker' -

* Marmalade/swaplust Papyrus -

LUST GRILLBYS:

* Cerulean/Lustfell Grillby 'The flirty bartender'

LUST TORIELS:

* Sepia/Lustfell Toriel - 

* Orchid/Horrorlust Toriel - 

ALTER SANSES:

* Eros/Altertale Sans 'The gentle giant' -

* Nebula/Alterswap Sans 'The benevolent ruler' -

DANCE SANSES:

*  Azure/Dancetale Sans 'The dancer' -

* Puffy/Danceswap Sans ‘ The Happy-Go-Lucky Dancer ‘ -

DANCE PAPYRUSES:

* Lyric/Danceswap Papyrus 'The jokester dance fanatic' -

* Tangerine/Dancetale Papyrus  -

OUTER SANSES:

* Comet/Outerswap Sans 'The Curious human fanatic' -

* Pluto/Outerfellswap Sans 'The strength fanatic' -

* Perseus/Outerswapfell Sans ' The rule follower ' -

* Cygnus/Outerfell Sans ' The eccentric dreamer ' -

STORY CHARAS:

* Cherry/Shiftfell Chara ‘ The Pet ‘ -

* Majesty/Shiftfellswap Chara ‘ The Captain Of Pride ‘ -

* Caramel/Storyswap Chara ' The friendly sentry-to-be ' -

STORY ASRIELS:

* Brash/Storyswapfell Asriel 'The absent minded sentry' -

* Ivory/Storyswap Asriel ' The laid-back sentry ' -

STORY PAPYRUSES:

* Bloodbath/Shiftfell Papyrus ‘ The Catacombs Caretaker ‘ -

MAFIA SANSES:

* Riffle/Mafiatale Sans ‘ The Mobster ‘ -

* Riggs/Mafiafell Sans 'The failing underling' -

* Slate/Mafiaswap Sans ‘ The Two-Faced ‘ -

* Mal/Mafiafellswap Sans ‘ The Malevolent Boss ‘ -

* Casanova/Mafiaswapfell Sans ' The Angry Boss ' -

* Grim/Mafiahorror Sans ' The Devoted follower ' -

MAFIA PAPYRUSES:

* Rose/Mafiatale Papyrus ‘The Right Hand ‘ -

* Whip/Mafiafell Papyrus ‘ The Boss ‘ -

* Slim/Mafiaswap Papyrus 'The blind follower' -

* Rus/Mafiaswapfell Papyrus ‘The Jack-Of-All-Trades ‘ -

* Slim/Mafiaswap Papyrus 'The blind follower' -

* Toots/Mafiafellswap Papyrus ' The kind follower ' -

* Dreary/Mafiahorror Papyrus ' The cowardly follower ' -

MAFIA GASTERS:

* Syrup/Mafiafellswap Gaster ‘The Spy ‘ -

* Chompers/Mafiahorror Gaster ‘The deceased Don’ -

* Admiral/Mafiafell Gaster ' The brutal Don ' -

* Basiliscus/Mafiatale Gaster ' The Collected Don' -

* Apricot/Mafiaswap Gaster  ' The cheerful informant ' -

* Sable/Mafiaswapfell Gaster ' The strict Don ' -

MAFIA CHARAS:

* Dove/Mafiafell Chara  ' The Apathetic heir ' -

* Sage/Mafiaswap Chara   ' The two-faced sweetheart ' -

SLAVE SANSES:

* Ardor/Slavetale Sans 'The catalyst' -

* Roxxy/Slavefell Sans  'The lovable pervert' -

* Ditzy/Slaveswap Sans  'The savant slave' -

* Wisteria/Slaveswapfell Sans 'The perfectionist' -

* Azalea/Slavefellswap Sans 'The housekeeper' -

* Mortis/SlaveDust Sans 'The loose canon' -

* Cassiopeia/SlaveOuter Sans 'The perfect prey' -

* Jaws/Slavehorror Sans 'The starving slave' -

SLAVE PAPYRUSES:

* Viper/Slaveswap Papyrus 'The skeptical slave' -

* Rogue/Slavefell Papyrus  'The reluctant slave' -

* Pup/Slaveswapfell Papyrus 'The perfect puppy' -

* Foxglove/Slavefellswap Papyrus 'The perfect lover' -

OVER SANSES:

* Frank/Overfell Sans 'The flirty mechanic' -

* Tommy/Overswap Sans 'The friendly donut shop owner' -

* Pierre/Overswapfell Sans 'The justice obsessed officer'

* Theodore/Overfellswap Sans 'The temperamental nurse'

* Flynn/Overhorror Sans 'The veteran'

* Angelo/OverLust Sans 'The insane cat gentleman'

* Daniel/OverOuter Sans 'The passionate astronomer'

* Tony/OverMafia Sans 'The typical dark backstory ex-mafiose'

OVER PAPYRUSES:

* Russel/Overswapfell Papyrus 'The child-loving kindergarden teacher'

* Tobias/Overfellswap Papyrus 'The helpless romantic'

* Whitley/OverLust Papryus 'The damsel in distress'

* Willow/OverMafia Papyrus 'The friendly rival'

BEAST SANSES:

* Spurce/Beasttale Sans ' The territorial Alpha ' -

BEAST PAPYRUSES:

* Shamrock/Beasttale Papyrus ' The Friendly Beta ' -

SNAKE SANSES:

* Charcoal/Snaketale Sans ' The chubby snake ' -

* Leather/Snakeswapfell Sans ' The territorial snake ' -

* Grease/Snakefell Sans ' The aggressive snake ' -

* Aquila/Outersnake sans ' the dreamy snake ' -

* Walnut/Snakeswap Sans ' The cheerful snake' -

* Crow/Dustsnake Sans ' the homicidal snake ' -

* Lapis/Altersnake sans  -

SIREN SANSES:

* Seafoam/Sirentale Sans ' The human-hating siren ' -

* Ocean/Sirenswap Sans ' The selfish siren ' -

* Seaweed/Sirenswapfell sans  -

---

REAPER SANSES:

* Hades/Reapertale Sans - 

[undertaker1827]

I am sorry for bothering you again with another request. But I am in love with your stories and I want to reread Black Butler just because of them. But could you please do a new fic where reader is the little sister os Vincent and he was a super protective brother when alive and he freaks out when Undertaker falls for her (who like him back in secret)? Thank you for the attention and for accepting my other 2 requests

Woahh high praise indeed. I’m honoured. Sorry this took so long to write, I hope it’s what you wanted!

-

You were walking swiftly through the halls of Phantomhive Manor, rushing to get to a meeting involving Vincent, Madame Red, Diedrich and Undertaker, amongst others, in an attempt to find out the latest news and movements of the underworld. It was Vincent’s, and by extension your way of sorting everything out for the Queen. Whilst you were not graced (or burdened, as some may say) with the title of Guard Dog, you were an invaluable source of help to your elder brother, who whilst being incredibly protective over you was also willing to accept that you had to make your own decisions and that it was your choice to assist him.

You flew through the door to the meeting room in time for everyone to stop speaking, realise it was you, then carry on their conversations. All except Undertaker, who was conveniently sat on the pool table and blocking everybody’s shots. You spared him a small smile then made your way to Vincent, who had been taking far more interest in the way the mortician’s gaze didn’t leave you than you had. Once caught up with everything that had happened so far, which didn’t amount to much as you were only behind your time by a minute or two, you removed a book from one of several shelves then carried it to the corner in which your designated chair was positioned. Within minutes, you were so enthralled that you failed to notice Undertaker start to make his way over, as well as Vincent’s quick interception and claim that he required a second opinion on some paper or other.

This set of events were usual for you during this type of meeting. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed the mortician’s eyes lingering on you throughout the course of the evenings, and even more so to say that it didn’t take an enormous amount of effort for yours not to do the same. The only thing you hadn’t tacked on to was your brother preventing Undertaker coming over to you where at all possible. As was the case this evening, you usually had your nose too far into a book to see. However, even this wouldn’t prevent him from talking to you this evening.

After everyone had left, you generally stated behind a few minutes for the purposes of returning the book to its proper place on the shelf. Vincent, being an important earl, was required to leave with his guests to escort them. This particular evening, Undertaker too stayed behind, leaning casually on the pool table and watching you examine the leather-bound volumes, fingertips carefully tracing their spines. As you turned to leave, your gaze immediately flew to the mortician, who you hadn’t realised was still present.

“Undertaker!” You cried, hand over your heart in distress, “I didn’t know you were there!” He started giggling rather maniacally at your reaction.

“Sorry love, didn’t mean to frighten you,” he offered after the laughing fit had subsided. You simply waved a hand in dismissal.

“You usually go straight off after meetings,” you noted, “How come you’re still here?” He moved from the end of the pool table to the side, repositioning himself closer to you.

“As it stands, I wanted to speak to the very person in front of me now.” You raised a polite eyebrow.

“Oh? What about?” He paused for a moment, apparently forming an answer.

“I must confess,” he began, “That today I realised while we’ve attended many meetings together, I’ve never really spoken to you all that much. I thought I’d take the opportunity.” You thought back to the many meetings you’d sat through, the many times you had avoided the mortician’s intense stare from across the room. To how often you caught yourself thinking about him and how you wondered what his eyes looked like.

“When I think about it, that is quite true for me as well. Nice to meet you,” you stated, a joking smile playing across your lips. His own smirk reappeared at the joke.

“You too, m’dear, you too.” He glanced towards the half open door, then leaned forward conspiratorially, causing you to do the same. “You know,” he whispered, “I think your brother might suspect something of me.” You gave an intrigued look when he paused, encouraging him to continue. “Well, part of the reason I’ve never really spoken with you is that he always stops me before I can get to this side of the room.”

“Really?” You questioned, mirth dancing in your eyes, “And why ever might that be?”

“Can’t say I know, but it was nice to finally say hello.” A frown conveyed your confusion at the sudden change in tone, but you said nothing when Undertaker inclined his head towards the door. It wasn’t until a few moments later that you heard the footsteps. You set up a bright smile and made your way to the door, Undertaker in tow.

“Yes, for me as well. We’ll have to catch up again some time.” He grinned at you in reply.

“Absolutely.”

You both walked out in time to almost run into Vincent, you was glancing suspiciously between you both.

“Hiya Vince! I’m going to the drawing room to have tea. Nice to meet you, Undertaker!” The man in question inclined his head as you turned away. Vincent’s questioning gaze never left him.

“Glad to have finally met your sister, you know,” he commented as the two started walking in sync in the opposite direction. The earl simply hummed in response, eyes fixed ahead. As they were nearing the door, the earl steered Undertaker around a corner and away from prying ears.

“Everything alright, Vincent?” He asked, more serious than normal and considerably more concerned. This was not typical of the Head of the Phantomhives at all.

“Y/N.” When it became apparent that would be the only word to pass his lips without some encouragement, the mortician nodded.

“Yes.”

“I knew it!” Undertaker frowned at his friend’s strange behaviour and tried to ask him what he meant. “You like her! I should have seen this from the outset. Well, do you know what? I don’t allow it. There. That’s your answer. Good day.” He all but threw the man outside, leaving a very confused Undertaker standing on the doorstep and staring at a brass knocker.

Well, I’m not sure I can say I’m surprised, he thought, then started making his way back to his shop. Vincent, on the other hand went straight to the drawing room, burst in, then began lecturing you on you needed to make better life choices and how he wouldn’t allow such a horrendous thing to happen (at this point, you didn’t know what said thing was). You eventually managed to get the partially sensible answer of “You! Him! No!!” Out of him, then somehow calmed him enough to ensure him that nothing was going on. All the same, you couldn’t get the image out of your head from, in the previous few seconds before Vincent had come in, you had leaned forward and brushed the mortician’s bangs to one side, only to be met with the most stunning set of chartreuse eyes you had ever seen.

[zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen]

‘Umbrella Beach’

"You people just love to bring that dog around me, don't you?" Blake lightly complained as she saw her favorite Corgi walking with Weiss and Yang. Ruby had been distracted by something a block or so back, so she should be catching up with them any time now.

"You know you love him, Kitty Cat!" Yang jabbed, walking toward Blake and kissing her lips softly. Blake pulled her Sunshine closer to her by the back of her neck. "Whoa, Blake! You're voracious today!"

"I haven't seen you in a few days, Sunshine. Even a shadow misses the light, you know..." Blake purred into Yang's neck. Yang shivered at the vibration and the warm breath against her neck.

"GAY!" Ruby shouted as she appeared next to Weiss. The white queen was spooked for a moment but relieved when she laid eyes on her favorite gemstone. Weiss grabbed Ruby by the shoulder and pulled her into a kiss. Ruby was shocked but didn't complain. She leaned into the kiss, pushing her body against Weiss. Weiss's right leg rose from the ground, shooting up behind her like she was in one of those silly old movies.

"Now that's gay..." Blake fired off, the four of them sharing a laugh. They set out walking again, looking for the beachside snack shack they dearly loved. A warm summer's day could only mean beach time for the four of them.

Ruby wore a red tank top with matching shorts that fell to her knees. Flip flops protected her feet from the scalding hot concrete. Weiss was clad in a powder blue sundress with white loafers. Blake was wearing a purple one piece with gaps in the abdomen and back areas, a black sarong with Nevermores printed on hit tied around her hips. Yang had dressed in cutoff denim shorts and a yellow and black checkered flannel shirt, unbuttoned so she could make Blake's nose bleed at the sight of her black bikini top.

Or her abs. It was usually her abs that gave Blake the desired reactions.

Zwei wore only his collar. His fur was still thick from the long winter, so he didn't need any clothes. One of his t-shirts would have been cool, though. He had a nice collection, thanks to Ruby and Yang. Every time they saw any cool dog clothes they scooped them up for Zwei.

"Put a shirt on, Monkey King! Someone's gonna have an episode!" Blake announced, seeing Sun chatting up some boy. He turned to see her and grinned at her and the team.

"Sun's out, guns out!" He told her proudly, flexing his arms for good measure. Yang flexed back, her muscles bursting out and complicating Blake's breathing. The two yellow-haired muscleheads flexed back and forth for a moment, stopping when they apparently caused some boy and girl to swoon. They ran over to see if the couple were okay, and the girl asked Yang to have her offspring.

"Sorry, sweetheart, my heart and muscles belong to another." Yang hated to disappoint the cute faunus girl with the dog ears, but she was more fond of cats. The human boy gawked at Sun, and the two got to talking. Sun seemed to need to remind himself that he had a boyfriend, but that didn't stop the boy from asking to be friends with him.

"Neptune's going to whip his butt!" Ruby told Blake.

"Too bad for Neptune, Sun will enjoy it," Blake replied. Ruby and Weiss could have fallen over at that remark. "Well, he liked that sort of thing when I messed around with him."

"You were with Sun before?" Weiss and Ruby questioned.

"Kinda. We didn't do much more than mess around. He discovered that he liked boys because of me."

"Wow, you brought the gay out of him!" Weiss joked. Blake laughed.

"Well, it didn't take much. One time we hooked up and he asked 'Do you want to top?' and then he started dating boys more often than girls!"

"You thot, you! You pegged that boy!" Yang commented as she walked back to the group.

"I'll do it for you any time you like, Sunshine!" Blake snapped back. Ruby made a fake gagging sound.

"I'm certain your sister would sooner not hear about your sex life, Blondie." Weiss yawned. "Neither would I."

"Why, Weiss Cream? You jealous because you don't have a sex life?" Yang fired back. Weiss's face went white at the remark.

"You hush, Yang! We do plenty, we just aren't as wild as you two! Or as LOUD, for that matter!" Ruby chimed, standing up for her girlfriend. Weiss high-fived her funky little redhead.

"I could hear you guys the other night..." Blake mentioned.

"You've got four ears, Blake. You can hear everything!" Weiss reminded her.

"Sometimes it's a curse. Like the other night when Pyrrha and Jaune got up to some 'experimenting' in their dorm. I think Ren actually left..." Blake chuckled, the rest of the girls trying diligently not to think about Pyrrha and Jaune and their bedtime misadventures.

They finally made it to the beach and stood in line for the snack shack. A song caught Ruby's ears and she danced to the beat. Weiss shook her head at her girlfriend but joined her anyhow. The two bounced and swayed to the jazzy tune bumping out of the speakers. Yang smiled at her kid sister, over there dancing with the love of her life.

"They're just adorable, aren't they?" Blake spoke aloud exactly what Yang had been thinking. She nodded at her Kitty Cat. "I'm glad those two got together. They bring balance to one another." She mused, scratching at the back of her neck.

"Yeah, our little Weiss Cream is growing on me. I've always known she was a great girl, but if my sister loves her then I'll love her too." Yang chuckled as a thought crossed her mind. "It's a shame Pyrrha is over the moon for that boy. We've all had crushes on her."

Blake laughed hard at that. "Everyone at that school has had a crush on Pyrrha, save Ren and those idiots in Team CRDL. Then again, I'm pretty sure they are paired off with one another. Or maybe all four of them are together." Blake stretched her arms toward the sky "They deserve each other."

"Welcome to Seaside Snackage! I'm your hostess with the mostest, Chartreuse Toppsy! What can I get for you four wonderful ladies this morning? Ooh, is the doggy gonna want some food also??" The cashier, a stunning young woman with a bob of dark green hair and bright red eyes, asked the four of them. There was a loud CLANK when she stepped toward the register. "Sorry, my new leg's kinda loud and clunky. Not used to this model yet." Her right leg was cybernetic, and the metal on her knee had struck the counter.

The four girls ordered drinks and food. Ruby had a burger with the works, Weiss had a garden salad with roasted chicken, Blake had a salad with tuna she'd brought with her, and Yang had a strip steak and fries. They bought Zwei a rare steak to eat, making him the happiest dog on the beach. The girls made certain to give Toppsy a great tip for her excellent service.

They wondered out to the beach, where Blake and Yang laid out a towel and wasted no time getting up to some quality kisses and cuddles. Weiss began building a sandcastle with Ruby's help. Zwei lay in the sand on his back, occasionally sniffing something out and digging it up. He found a treasure or two and brought it to Ruby or Yang.

"Do they always have to make out?" Weiss asked no one in particular. Ruby looked at her girlfriend, then the girls in question, and back to her girlfriend.

"If Blake was my girl, I'd want to kiss her all the time, too..." Ruby mused. Weiss pouted. "But you're my girl, Snowdrop, and I always want to kiss you."

"Thanks, Petals. I don't disagree with you about Blake, though. She's definitely a snack." Ruby almost fell over hearing Weiss say that.

"I think that's the first pickup line Yang used on her. 'Did it hurt when you fell out of the vending machine? Because you're a snack!' I still can't believe it actually worked." Ruby laughed.

"I mean, Yang is a beautiful creation, Ruby. If she had walked up to me and said that, I probably would have jumped on her right then."

"That's a great thing to hear you say about my sister, Ice Queen." Ruby joked. Weiss pouted some more. "Yang is a ladykiller, so I can't blame you. Like, only Coco Adel has broken more hearts than her. Yang has broken more bones, though, for sure." They shared a laugh at that. They stepped back and admired their masterpiece sandcastle.

Ruby snapped a photo with her Scroll. She then kissed Weiss and snapped a photo of them kissing in front of the castle.

"I'm Queen of the castle!" Weiss sang between kisses. Ruby laughed so hard at that she wound up coughing. "And you're my queen, Rose! I love you, Flower Pot!"

"I love you too, Snow Fairy!" Ruby replied, leaning in for another kiss. She leaned in too quickly, and the two of them crashed into the water that had crept up the beach. Soaking wet and covered in sand, they simply kept kissing through it all.

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Day 13: ZWEI!

This sort of fits the WRW prompt ‘Jealous’ but not exactly. I guess I’ll let @white-rose-week decide, maybe. Like Weiss is a little jealous of Blake and Yang but not much, so idk if it fits.

Day 4: Jealous (maybe)

Anyway a beach day for White Rose and Bumbleby. And Zwei doing dog stuff like usual.

[disoriented-writer]

Cast tag!

I wanted to do moodboards for my characters, turns out they take a lot of time and patience, next thing I know- IT'S NOT HAPPENING TODAY SORRY.

But I've come up with a tag idea. Find photos of your characters! I mean, people who look like your characters.

Rules:

You can edit the photos as much as you want. Make them look exactly like you imagine them! This is easier for people who already have moodboards.

Write a few facts about the character, if you don't spoil anything. They can be vague, or they can foreshadow something.

It would be more challenging if the photo showed the oc's personality somehow. Mine kinda do.

You can do this for as many characters as you want.

To be honest, doing this was a little frustrating, but there are benefits:

Benefits:

You can describe your characters more easily when you have them in front of you.

Your followers will get a "sneak peek inside your mind".

I don't know if it's just me, but when I imagine a scene now, having seen the characters, their movements are more fluid, like I'm actually watching a movie.

You'll learn more about editing pictures. It's always useful to know a little bit about everything.

Gets your creative energy flowing.

It's easier than writing :)

(I've written these benefits to convince myself this is not lame.)

Let's start!

Copper Hines / 17

He is the main character of my wip. Silver tongue, hides his kind heart, great expectations.

(Pretend he looks different because of the light)

Edited photos.

Myra (Miranda) Chartreuse Sloan / 17

Bold, nosy, trust issues but nice and helpful, best spy you'll ever meet.

Slightly edited photo.

Jacob Miller / 18

There are so many spoilers, it's ridiculous. Let's say he is not liked.

Slightly edited photo.

Belasko Adisa / 67

Master of the birds, looks like an old grandpa but dangerous, wise.

Edited photo.

Darwin Theodor Smith / 19

A gentleman, very protective, responsible but a drama queen.

(This photo was meant to foreshadow something but it isn't doing a very good job.)

Original photo.

Anina Kneller / 17

We see her at two extremes. This photo shows her later personality. (Spoilers suck.)

Original photo.

Lucia Sandoval / 16

Chill if you don't get on her nerves, strong as hell (this photo doesn't really show muscles, sorry), really stubborn.

Edited photo.

These following two ocs were not meant to be there, but this is fun. It is possible some things will change when the book is done (this applies to the characters above as well).

Naoki Tamura / 18

Troublemaker but has three little brothers to take care of, hyperactive, "What's in it for me?"

Original photo.

Rita Donna Sandoval / 18

Strict, hard working big sister, really good singer and really loud.

Original photo.

I didn't say anything about sexualities or roles in the book or things like that cause you guys would figure out ships and plot. If I gave y'all too many clues you would know the climax by the time I'm writing chapter 2.

All the photos show the character's personality, if you ask me.

Gosh, this took a while! I had lots of fun tho!

Thank you if you read it all!

I'm tagging: @jessica-shouldbewriting @inexorableblob @write-gallagher @clarissalopeswriter @somethingreallydeepandprofound @izzuniiwrites @boothewriter @bookishdiplodocus @thelysstener

And anyone who wants to do this! Tag me so I can see it too, I'm already excited!

[animehero99]

S.E.M Chronicles

Chapter 1: corruption

Midnightjoy and chartreuse where sitting in the void as Midnight was getting used to his new form. He looked very different from normal humans. He had a lot more hair on the top of his head, but it wasn't long as it only came to the back of his neck. He had light tan skin and his fingernails and toenails were much sharper and curved, like claws. He also had sharp canines and although his ears were in the normal spot they were pointed. He was sitting indian style, opening and closing is hands repeatedly as if he was trying to get used to the new form.

Chartreuse was watching him giggling at him slightly. It was like watching a toddler trying to operate a full grown body. She was a blonde hair blue eyed bombshell and she knew it. Before she would always have to used her charm. But now she had the power of the mind, now she could just tell people what to do. Her thoughts were broken however, by the masters. The were an ancient race who's job it was to Mentor the people giving different cosmic powers.

"You must find the soul now." one of the hooded figures spoke "the S.E.M system must be complete." His voice was old and cracked it was obvious that man has lived for eons " it's most unusual that all of the previous host have been dead at the same time."

Chartreuse rolled her eyes as she looked over at Midnight. "What do you think? You are the emotion. your just as much of part of this is I am."

Midnight looked at her with malevolence in his eyes. "If what they told us about our power is is true I want to test it out. and that means we have to find the last piece"

"You read my mind, cat-boy." Chartreuse laughed, then she turned her attention to the masters "alright you bunch of geezers, where is the universe the soul is in"

The group of robed men turned and pointed. In a flash, Midnight and Chartreuse were gone. One of the Masters turn his head and finally spoke "I have a bad feeling about this group"

" I think we all do" said another "but for now we must trust them we have the strength...hopefully" but he wasn't as sure as he sounded

Midnight and Chartreuse finally landed just outside of a castle. All around them a bunch of people floated in the air, eyes completely black

"So this must be the work of the sou...." Chartreuse's word seem to trail off as the people started floating back down seeming to be restored.

Just then Midnight's eyes began to glow a rich purple as they do when he uses his powers. Chartreuse's eyes were glowing as well, as they were both glowing only when they were looking at the castle signaling to them the last power was in the castle. The two of them ran into the castle to see a very unusual site.

They saw a woman holding her baby flying off on an umbrella out of the castle, while a younger blonde hair girl watched. Also watching was a young man with golden bronze skin and 5 lines running up his arms from his hands. A cry rang rang out from him that got everyone's attention except who he wanted.

"QUEEN ECLIPSA! WHY WON'T YOU EVER NOTICED ME!! I TRAINED FOR SO LONG!" His voice died away but he whispered one last phrase. "Why won't you love me..." it was so quiet the only people who heard it what Midnight and Chartreuse. The two of them hatched a scheme.

Chartreuse rap her arms around his neck bringing her with close to his ear as she began to whisper to him " that's right. it's not fair is it? you spent your whole life working and adorering her only to have her turn you away. She should have loved you. you deserve her love. but now you have the power to make them all pay for what she did to you." The more and more she kept whispering to him the more and more apparent how worked up he was getting. He's took all of her words to heart, as they were right to him. As he kept getting worked up his eyes began to glow a golden light, a sign that his power as the soul has finally awaken " if you combine your powers with mine and the boy over there we will make sure that everybody in this world pays."

The man smiled and stood up, then spoke his deep voice was a bit surprising to them compare to the voice that they just heard screaming. " I am Xerxes and I wish to make every single person in this world pay for her breaking my heart." If those other two people try to protest what they were doing none of the other three could hear them. The three of them put their hands together, their magic pooling. Instinct took over for Xerxes but Chartreuse and Midnight learn this Chant wall they were given instructions by the Masters.

" by the power of soul emotion in mind working together as one we summon the ultimate power of destruction to purge this would as we see fit. WE ARE THE S.E.M SYSTEM!!!" Their voices rang out in unison

In a flash of light a figure appeared. It looks like a naked muscle tone man except he had no face or genitalia. There was a moment of silence. And then suddenly on his face the flesh began to rip as his mouth open and let out a piercing scream. Balling up his fist he slammed it into the ground and suddenly there was a bright white light.

The next thing they knew Xerxes, Midnight, and Chartreuse we're back in the void as they look back at where's Xerxes' universe was. There was nothing there. They had destroy the entire universe wiping get from existence.

Xerxes looked astonished. "We have that power...." he was almost speechless

Midnight and Chartreuse look pleased with themselves until they heard the voice of the Masters

You absolute fools!!! your supposed to be using your power to protect the balance!!! instead your going on power trip fantasies and abusing your power!!!!" he was furious as he stood with the others at first he walked forward grabbing Chartreuse by her shirt and lifting her up " I knew you were trouble the moment we saw you I should have killed You to begin with"

She looked over at Xerxes. " how much fun was it to destroy your universe. To make all of those bastards pay they neglected your love in you had the power to kill them all and you did how does it feel? Because something tells me it's going to feel just as good as killing these old fucks!" She was finally showing her truth colors but it was too late.

The master felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Looking down he saw that Midnight ran his hand all the way through him. Midnight looked up at the master letting out a small chuckle and a sly grin. Midnight withdrew his arm in the master fell to his knees letting Chartreuse go. " you know what's funny I didn't even have to persuade him turns out he got tired of people telling him what to do in his own universe."

Midnight cackled maniacally " I have all these powers and nobody is ever going to tell me what to do with them ever again. I will take what I want! Sleep with whoever I want! And kill whoever I want..."

Just as the other masters step forward to use their powers to stop the two of them, they all froze in place. Chartreuse and Midnight turned to see Xerxes using his powers to hold them in place. " so even you guys have a soul. Too bad I'm going to have to crush it now" as he closed his fist all the Masters drop to the ground

The three of them looked at each other. Chartreuse was the one to speak. " look at us. In each of our respective universes there was something unobtainable we wanted." She looked at Xerxes "A love of that was never noticed or reciprocated." she turned to Midnightjoy next "for you even worse a love that was noticed and reciprocated but putting her duty over your heart." she paused " and finally myself I wanted everyone to love me and want me but there was one who is always out of my grasp she said with the hint of malice in her voice.

" but that is all in the past with our powers of the mind, emotion, and soul, we can have anything and anyone we want" said Chartreuse

"And now with the Masters dead there isn't a single person in the Multi-verse strong enough to stop up" Midnightjoy added

" first we were just gods among men but now we have ascended to true Godhood" concluded Xerxes

Then in unison

"WE ARE THE S.E.M SYSTEM"

End of chapter 1

[therantingtales]

We arrived in New Orleans on Friday, March 16th as a belated birthday present to my apprentice traveler. While I’d only briefly visited the city years before, it clung to me like the swamp moss that surrounds the Crescent City, the Big Easy, Nawlins.

In the hustle and bustle of the airport, we picked up an unexpected additional fare going in the complete opposite direction from us. The cab driver assured me it would cost no more than the $37 flat rate from the airport, so we settled in for an impromptu sightseeing tour as the other passengers were dropped off. Naturally, once they were dropped off the fare agreement suddenly changed, that is, until he learned I would have none of that with a gentle “Sure, we’ll pay what you charge, but I’ll be contacting the cab company and the airport afterward.” His tune quickly changed.

Once we turned down one of the cross streets of Bourbon Street, my apprentice’s eyes finally lit up. Here was the New Orleans she was excited to see. Revelers wandering the streets with oddly shaped and oversized containers of a red drink, beads around their necks, hooting and hollering at partiers on the balconies for more beads. We checked into Hotel St Helene, just two blocks south of Bourbon Street, changed and headed out for dinner. The walk to supper took us out of the Quarter to the revamped warehouse district with the promise of fresh Louisiana oysters. Seaworthy delivered. We ordered two each of the Lousiana Gulf Coast selections (six in total), and I found a local IPA to try, the Wayward Owl Clean Slate IPA. The main course consisted of the Seaworthy Roll, a take on a crawfish po’boy, for me and a burger for my companion.

We walked the hearty meal off by heading back toward Bourbon Street. There we stopped for two frozen Hurricanes. My travel companion pointed to a fridge behind the counter where little sauce cups with lids held a red liquid and asked: “What are those?” I responded, gleefully, those are jello shots! So, of course, we ordered them. We continued on down Bourbon Street with our hurricanes in our hands and a buzz from the jello shots. Finally, sometime after midnight we headed back to the hotel and crashed hard on a very, very comfortable bed.

Saturday; the day of 20,000 steps

Although we barely got five hours of sleep, we woke up ready to explore the old city. Fueled by the second most famous coffee brand of New Orleans, Community Coffee, we headed east. Jackson Square was just two blocks east of the hotel, and home to St. Louis Cathedral. The square was alive with street performers and vendors peddling voodoo dolls and paintings of the city. We tried to go into the cathedral, but they were just starting a private event, so we agreed to come back. On the south-east side of the square is the world famous Cafe Du Monde, but the line was already well out of the door and down the block, so we trudged on. We were heading in the direction of St Roch Market, a 20-minute walk when we stumbled across the French Market and outdoor bizarre. Tummies growling we decided to get a “snack” before heading on to St Roch. The snack ended up being gumbo for my companion, and a gator burger for me. We then perused about half of the outdoor bizarre before making our way to St Roch Market. I was a little disappointed at how small the market was, but we found a lovely spot in the back of the market, with a bar, to enjoy a couple drinks. The bloody mary I had was exceptionally spicy (in a very delicious way) and garnished with green olives, pickled green beans, and okra. I decided to give okra another try and then was reminded I really do not like it. I don’t mind it in gumbo, but by itself, it has a slimy aftertaste I just can’t get over. My companion enjoyed an iced coffee drink or two, and then we headed on to our next stop.

Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings “Yeah! It Hurts”

My companion researched this spot for a couple permanent mementos of our trip. What we did not know was the cultural significance of this place. We were informed while waiting for our turn, that we were in the oldest tattoo shop in New Orleans AND the first tattoo shop opened by a black woman. An interesting tidbit from this article says “When Gresham opened her shop, there were a total of five female tattoo artists in the U.S.”

Wow, just wow. So, when I sat down to get my ink, I asked the gentleman “How long have you been working here?” and he responded wryly “oh, only a short time… about 22 years”. I looked at him, there was no way he was old enough to have been here for 22 years. But he says Jacci is his mother, not by blood, but because she took care of him when he needed it most. So, not only was I getting ink in such a historic place, but her son was doing the work. I was blown away. We swapped stories, and I begged him to come to DC because my next piece has to be done in DC (because it’s an homage to my hometown, and it just wouldn’t be right to get it anywhere else), but I want him to do it. I told him he would always have a home in DC, as a kindred spirit. I also asked him, as a local;

“What is one thing you recommend we do?” 

His first response was, listen to Jazz, and his second was “Get a Hand Grenade from Tropical Isle, but only get one.”

So, as we walked back to Bourbon Street, freshly inked, we decided first to drop off my camera bag (I’d taken no pictures with my camera, but a lot with my camera phone), and then come back out. Except instead of heading to Tropical Isle on Bourbon, we headed to the waterfront. But first, we had to eat. Our last meal was the “snack” at the French Market, and we had already clocked over 10,000 steps. I picked the Chartreuse House, just on the corner from our hotel, and an old haunt of Tennessee Williams. We ordered an obscene amount of food, including my travel companion’s first muffaletta which was the size of her head (the second half of it made a great breakfast in the morning). After dropping the leftovers off at the hotel, we headed down to the waterfront to walk off the food. We admired the big paddlewheel steamboats with their loud horns and meandered along the waterfront until we got to The Outlet Collection at Riverwalk where we did some old-fashioned shopping. After we were done, we hit a vendor in the food court to get ourselves some Hurricanes to go (when in Rome) and headed back to our hotel. We decided to take a brief rest on some benches in front of the water when somehow I managed to puncture a hole in my styrofoam cup still nearly full of Hurricane. We sat there while I “beer bonged” the cup for a little while, then figured out we could wrap the cup in one of our plastic bags, so I didn’t drip it all over myself while we walked. As we made our way back, we stumbled across a Saint Patrick’s Day parade coming down Decatur street. So, of course, we stopped, danced, cheered, and got ourselves some beads (without any of that flashing you hear so much about.) Once again we fell into bed after midnight and slept soundly for a whole five hours.

The Lord’s Day

I am not a religious person. However, I have respect for the beliefs of others, so as my Catholic traveling companion timidly asked me if I would be okay going to Mass at St Louis Cathedral, I said of course! We arrived about 20 minutes before the 11 am Mass giving me an opportunity to take some pictures without being disrespectful. The service was beautiful, and my companion got a real treat as the homily was given by a retired archbishop. After the ceremony, she spent some time in the gift shop, and I spent that time photographing the cathedral from Jackson Square.

We then made our way down to the waterfront for our own paddlewheel steamboat tour on the Creole Queen. For an extra fee, we added the lunch buffet to the trip, since we were going off a quarter of the muffaletta each. Oooo-e was the meal good. Jumbalya, Gumbo, Rice & Beans. We stuffed ourselves silly while listening to an excellent guide named Wendell tell stories about New Orleans and the Battle of New Orleans. Oh, and the Hurricanes at the bar were delicious. They add a little extra to the top. A thirty-minute ride down the Mississippi takes you to the Chalmette Battlefield, where you get off the boat and learn about the battle from a National Park Ranger. When the horn blows, everyone gets back on the boat to head back to port by the Spanish Plaza.

After the tour, we walked up Canal Street with the intent of visiting Lafayette Cemetery, just like I had years before. I can’t begin to tell you how disappointed I was to find out the only way to tour the cemetery these days was with a guide and a fee. Although, I do completely understand. Tourists, and drunk ones at that, don’t have much respect for the dead, and this is the only way to keep the oldest cemetery in New Orleans protected. So, we headed back to the hotel to relax for a couple hours and take a load off our throbbing feet. And… sadly… pack for our departure the next day.

Then it was time for one last jaunt on Bourbon Street. We started at Tropical Isle, to get our Hand Grenades, on the rocks, as I’d had enough of frozen-drink-brain-freeze. They were delicious and potent. When I looked up the ingredients after taking my first sip, I understood why our friend at Aart told us to only have one. Ingredients included gin and grain alcohol. But, not one to go down without a fight, I had two. It was a Sunday night, and Bourbon Street was still full of people in St Paddy’s day green and beads. We found a fun bar, apparently called Famous Door, where we posted up to enjoy a band, and people watch. Sometime during the evening, a woman came in with a digital camera on a “selfie-stick” followed by a guy with a video camera. She pretended to have fun, dancing around and whatnot, and then picked up a random Hand Grenade cup off a table as if it was hers and acted like she was drunk while recording. I’m guessing she’s one of those Instagram influencers, or whatever they call themselves. After about five minutes of this, they left. What a shame to pretend to enjoy life, instead of actually enjoying it.  Speaking of enjoying life, the bartender was selling something in a big novelty syringe, so my companion went to find out what it was. It was more jello shots, three in one syringe, so of course, she bought one and we shared it. We then found ourselves at Reverend Zombie’s House of Voodoo, where warning signs told you that if you took pictures inside your soul would be cursed. With trinkets in hand, I noticed above our heads was an original fence from the movie set of Interview with A Vampire, but getting my soul cursed was not worth the picture. Somehow, I was hungry again, so after a couple miscues with closing restaurants, we found a carryout and got too much food for a reasonable price. Once again, well after midnight, we limped back to the hotel, scarfed down what we could of our food, and got another five hours of sleep.

Monday, Sad Day, Fly Back Home Day

Monday we woke up with the intention of finally getting ourselves some Cafe Du Monde and finishing the second half of the French Market Bizarre. Surprisingly (maybe not?) the line for the cafe was again down the block, but this time we found the carryout counter and got two iced Au Lattes and beignets. While perusing the bizarre I saw a booth where a man had set up his books, and a tv playing his video of train hoppers. I was intrigued, so began talking to him about his adventures. Brian Paul Brightdawn traveled with train hoppers and hobos and turned it into a documentary called “The CURE for the CRASH,” and then later a book titled “Book Safe Glacier – How The Rails Became My Rehab.” So of course, I had to pick his brain about publishing, traveling, and anything else he wanted to share. I could have talked to him for hours, but we had a plane to catch. So I picked up the book and the DVD (my traveling companion insisted I put my wallet away, as this purchase was an investment she wanted to make) and we made our way back to the hotel to pick up our luggage.

On our way to the airport, I received a text from Southwest informing me that the first leg of our return trip, from New Orleans to Nashville, had been canceled due to what I would later find out were numerous tornados in Alabama and Tennessee. Understand that my rookie traveler and I had previously shared some hairy travel experiences, and I was starting to believe we might be cursed. But I kept a level head and followed the prompts to select a new itinerary. This one gave us a direct flight back home. Relieved that we’d seen such fortune, but still wary until we were actually on the plane, it was time for bloody marys at the airport bar. I kept checking our new itinerary and got the notice the plane was to be two hours delayed. With an attempt to stay positive, I reminded both of us, that would still get us back home two hours before our original flight plan.

Finally, after a quick nap near our gate, we boarded our plane and blissfully made it back home safely.

With so much left to explore of New Orleans, I’m eager to go back. Crawfish season is starting soon, but after that, it gets disgustingly hot and humid. So I may just have to wait until Fall.

New Orleans – I Miss You Already We arrived in New Orleans on Friday, March 16th as a belated birthday present to my apprentice traveler.