#interated with her when she was a kit

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Residences: Whimbrelshade & Sunnyshiver

Whimbrelshade

Aliases / Nicknames: Sick Kit, Kin Traitor

Gender: male

Sexuality: homosexual

Family: Birchkite (mother), Meadowpatch (father), Sunnyshiver (sister), Dewpaw, Roseshade, Grebekit, Shiverkit (nieces), Owlkit, Patchkit, Ashenface, Fishkit (nephews), Owlfeather (grandfather), Greentuft (great-grandfather), various other relations

Other Relations: Wettuft (mentor)

Clan: RiverClan

Rank: elder

Characteristics: hates his family, enjoys dirty jokes but won’t admit it, blind and has chronic immune problems

Murder Motive: wants to protect his sister

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: snapping neck

Known Victims: Greentuft, Owlfeather

Victim Profile: his sister’s ‘mates’

Cause of Death: killed by Sunnyshiver

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

His heritage left even the most seasoned medicine cats befuddled.

It was enough to make his head spin even without Sunnyshiver’s involvement.

But involved she made herself, soon birthing a litter of three stillborn kits.

She cried over them constantly, refusing to move their rotting little bodies from the nursery even under the gossip of the other queens.

When he asked her who the father of her kits was, she refused to say, citing that there were many possible fathers in the Clan.

But, a quick check with the long-suffering medicine cat confirmed his suspicions.

The three dead kits were the spitting image of Greentuft. A tom that he and Sunnyshiver could trace their lineage back to with ease.

He confronted Greentuft that day.

The old tom claimed he had mistaken Sunnyshiver for his long-dead mate, but Whimbrelshade knew better.

He knew that the old tom wasn’t dumb, nor blind.

One argument later, and Greentuft was dead.

It wasn’t the first time that he had killed one of his kin.

But it would be the last.

Sunnyshiver

Aliases / Nicknames: Sunny, moron

Gender: female

Sexuality: straight (unfortunately)

Family: Birchkite (mother), Meadowpatch (father), Whimbrelshade (brother), Greentuft (mate/ great grandfather), Dewpaw, Roseshade, Grebekit, Shiverkit (daughters), Owlkit, Patchkit, Ashenface, Fishkit (sons), Tadpolekit (granddaughter), Webkit, Toadkit, Frogtoe (grandsons), Owlfeather (ex-mate/grandfather), various other relations

Other Relations: Hopstone (mentor)

Clan: RiverClan

Rank: queen

Characteristics: forgetful, very defensive of her ‘mates’ and kits, cannot understand why Whimbrelshade keeps getting angry

Murder Motive: defending her 'mate'

Number of Victims: 1

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: drowning

Known Victims: Whimbrelshade

Victim Profile: her ‘overprotective’ brother

Cause of Death: drowned

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

See Whimbrelshade

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

--Ew. Whimbrel had the right idea.

[tornado1992]

Sonic is acting strange.

From the moment he entered the cave at the top of the mountain and going on even after Shadow finished the battle, he was more energetic, talking faster than usual, to his friends’s eyes happier than they had ever seen him before. But deep inside his mind and heart, he felt more melancholic than anything.

Rouge said something about to going visit Shadow, wherever he’d gone, though it’s not probable that Shadow would gift her a powerful gem of inter dimensional proportions, it’s still a possibility. He finds himself comfortable with the idea of either of them guarding it, after all, Shadow would never let it bring chaos to their lives again, and now he knows Rouge it’s a better leader than he could ever be, they both would make the right call.

Sparring with Knuckles was as much of a way to get the stress out of his system as it is a reminder that the guardian isn’t a glory driven danger prone sailor, nor a extremely paranoid jungle survivor, and definitely not a soldier willing to hit an 8 year old if it means saving the world, no, he’s just Knucks. Ready to put him back in his tracks every time he goes off, same old Knucklehead.

Asking Amy to help him bake a cake to celebrate their victory on the mountain took her by surprise, not expecting Sonic to have the consideration or patience to think about and prepare that kind of gift just so their friends would enjoy it together. But what really shook her to the core was how many times he thanked her through the making, in his mind just one of those “thank you” was for the cake, the rest of them were for everything else.

Tails knows Sonic is acting strange.

it wasn’t just the sudden consideration on his words and actions, but also the eagerness to just spend time with them, an insane amount of time in which he paid attention to everyone and everything, he looked to the sea as if it was more of a new racetrack than an obstacle to his speed, he turned his sight to the sky as if he’d forgotten it was blue, and gazed to the palm trees as if he’d never seen one before. But most of it all, between his friends and the rest of the world, Sonic was looking at him.

It wasn’t the normal look he’d give him everyday, being the only one Sonic hadn’t been alone with since the mountain battle was weird enough, they would usually race and joke together after every battle, but not this time; Sonic was actively keeping him at arms length while never getting his eyes off of him, It didn’t matter who was Sonic talking to or what was he doing, if Tails was around, he was looking at him.

Every time he was smiling he would look back to see if he was smiling too, when one of his friends tried to approach him Sonic would instantly get in their way without any more reason than to talk to them, if there was a sudden movement or loud noise Sonic would turn to him as if to expect him to be gone, the calmness in his body being noticeable every time he found him.

It felt wrong, it felt distant, it felt as if he was a problem. He hasn’t felt like this in years.

Hours and hours later when their friends finally got too tired of watching Sonic’s odd behavior they all went their own way for the night, with Rouge just disappearing in the dark, Knuckles claiming he had places to be, and Amy saying the day had drained her and she needed sleep, Sonic and Tails were finally alone.

The walk to Tails’ lab was quick, but quiet. The silence prevailed all the way before they entered the house and closed the door, then it wasn’t quiet anymore.

With the way Sonic practically launched himself over Tails knocking the air out of him as he hugged the kit tightly, both falling to the floor as Sonic held him against his chest with one hand while the other one placed itself securing the fox’s head just below Sonic’s chin. Tails was quiet, way too shocked with the sudden affection after a whole day of being so close while feeling so far away. But Sonic’s sobs and whimpers weren’t quiet at all.

They were loud and broken, not forming any comprehensible words as hiccups broke in every time it seemed like he was actually trying to say something, as if he held back from crying for hours, It felt guilty, sorrowful, and desperate.

Tails found himself breaking his silence and asking repeatedly “what’s wrong?!” as he reciprocated the hug just for Sonic to tighten his arms around him, breaking into fully crying this time, with a sea of tears falling from the speedster’s eyes to the genius’ head, not letting him go even for a second, not loosening his grip after what felt like hours of holding his little brother, who held him back just as tightly.

Even if the tears stopped, their embrace didn’t, with the morning warmth closer than midnight’s coldness the blue hedgehog found himself surrounding the sleepy fox as he fought sleep’s calling to stay with his big brother.

“I love you” was muttered to the boy’s ears as he was claimed by the land of dreams, in which he could fly all day with the shining star he called his brother.

Tails wasn’t sure if that whisper was part of his dream. Sonic knew it wasn’t

[russos-ventitre]

alessia russo x reader | lezioni di italiano I 🧸

✘ summary: jonas buys yet another midfielder after signing cooney-cross who apparently catches a certain blonde's eye

✘ warnings/tags: bit of swearing, bit of flirting, alessia is a gay mess, reader is mid-20s, AWFC!reader, arsenal!reader (previously InterMilan), ItalyWNT!reader

✘ words: 2234

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part i ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part ii

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part iii

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part iv

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part v

a/n: translations provided as always!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ uno

It was your first day at Arsenal, having been transferred from Inter Milan and finding a new home in North London. It was your first time in England, not including the Euros, but that didn't scare you, you enjoyed adventures and stepping out of your comfort zone so when you got the call that Jonas was interested in you, you grabbed that opportunity with both hands and never looked back.

Unbeknownst to you, you were the topic of the day. Everyone's eyes were on you, not because you weren't from here but because Jonas finally had some sense knocked into him now that he was buying more midfielders. First Cooney-Cross, now you, so in some aspects both of you were on everyone's radars. Regardless, everyone staring at you and whispering about you didn't phase you, you just continued to do what you were here for, football. Even if it did mean you were a bit isolated at first, you were fine being in your own company, that's how it's been for years.

After training you made your way to the locker room, taking a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes. You hadn't noticed but you had an audience. Two blondes to be exact, both leaning up against the wall, watching in awe as you cleaned yourself up.

"Do you think she's single?" Leah whispered to Alessia, noticing how the younger girl was sending you heart eyes and her asking would only further wind her up.

"Oi!" Alessia elbowed her. "No flirting with the new kid-"

"Ti sento.." [I can hear you..] You muttered, looking over your shoulder at the two blondes staring back at you.

Alessia's face immediately went red, she turned on her heels trying to flee the scene before it became more awkward, only to feel Leah's hand grip the back of her collar and pull her back.

"Pardon?" The older blonde stood up from the wall, quirking a brow.

"I said, I can hear you.." You turned your face more towards them. "..you're talking about me."

"Yeah.. uhh.. we were just wondering if you were free this afternoon.." She nudged the younger girl, hoping she would join in on the lie.

"Y-Yeah.. maybe show you around the town.." Alessia continued, fidgeting with her hands.

"No sorry, I'm busy I'm afraid." You replied, folding up your clothes and packing them in your kit bag. "I've only just moved here.. so I'm still unpacking stuff in my flat. Spiacente, ragazze." [Sorry, girls.] You finished, shaking your head.

"M-Maybe.. another night..?" Alessia offered, feeling a bit braver.

You laughed lightly. "Yeah.. maybe.. I'll see you girls tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, tomorrow at 7." Leah answered, giving you a soft smile as you walked towards the exit.

"Ciao, ci vediamo domani!" [Bye, see you tomorrow!]

You sprinted out of the building leaving the two blondes to themselves.

"Less.." Leah nudged the younger girl. "..Less you can stop staring now.."

"Huh? Wha- I wasn't staring.."

Leah grabbed the blonde's face, closing her jaw with her hand. "Tell that to your face."

"I wasn't staring!" She grumbled.

"Less you were literally watching her as she got changed.." The older woman ruffled Alessia's hair, causing her to groan, and shoot her a dirty look.

The Next Day..

Training was the same as the previous days, running drills, partner work, and spending some time in the gym. It was only your second day at camp but you were slowly becoming used to where things were, even if you did take a few wrong turns.

"Hey.." You heard a familiar voice call from behind.

"Hmm?" You turned around, seeing the same blonde from yesterday, this time by herself.

"Oh hey.. uhhh.." Searching for her name, you looked up at her sheepishly, embarrassed you had already forgotten.

"Alessia.. Less is fine.." She responded.

"N-No, I like Alessia.. it's pretty, one of my favourites actually." You replied quietly, looking down at your kit bag.

"Really?" The blonde sighed.

"Yeah.. it's quite popular back home." You looked back up at her, seeing that her cheeks were flush.

"S-Scusa.. I'm [y/n] by the way.." [S-Sorry..] Having realised you never properly introduced yourself you reached your hand out to meet hers, shaking it gently. You awkwardly smiled back at her, realising that your strong front was suddenly cracking very easily in front of a blonde woman you've only met less than 48 hours ago.

"Nice to meet you [y/n].. could I maybe show you around sometime..? No pressure or anything.. I know you're busy with unpacking-"

"I'd like that." You answered before she could go off on a tangent.

"Great, maybe this weekend?"

"Sounds good." You smiled, making your way for the exit.

"Oh!" Alessia grabbed your wrist before you could make your escape. "I never got your number."

You turned around to see the blonde handing her phone over to you, watching as you put your name and number in, and handing it back over.

"Ci vediamo domani, stella." [See you tomorrow, star.] You gave her a soft smile before walking down the hallway to the parking lot.

When you realised you were no longer in her eye line, you cringed at your awkwardness of that exchange.

"Cazzo! Ma che promblema hai? Perché ti comporti così?" [Fuck! What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?]

You rushed out of the building, entering your car and driving off to your flat, replaying the entire interaction in your head the entire drive home. It even kept you up at night, just barely scraping by on 4 hours of sleep the next day.

The Weekend Arrives..

alessia ⭐️ [11:39]: hey

alessia ⭐️ [11:39]: we're still meeting up today, yea? x

[y/n] 🦋 [11:42]: hey

[y/n] 🦋 [11:42]: yea ill be there :)))

You arrived at the place Alessia sent you to, a local coffee shop not too far from camp. She spotted you instantly, which wasn't hard since you walked around like you were clueless, which to be fair, you were in an unfamiliar country.

"[y/n]! Hey!" The blonde shouted, waving her hand so you'd find her.

You raised your arm back, waving lightly. "Ciao, stella!" [Hi, star!]

Alessia guided the two of you out of the coffee shop, showing you the surrounding buildings to visit. It was a nice section of North London, lots to do and lots to see and you were happy that she was your guide otherwise you'd probably be clueless.

"-and just over there is where me and a lot of the other girls get our hair and nails done." The blonde pointed out a two-story building with an awning just above the doorway.

"How often do you girls go?" You asked curiously, never really dedicating any time to pamper yourself before.

"Nails.. every few weeks.. hair.. once a month..? Depends."

The both of you continued your little journey around the town, allowing yourself to finally familiarise with your surroundings. The blonde's little tour ending back at the same coffee shop, this time you two actually ordering something. You both grabbed your drinks and sat down at a table.

"I was wondering.." The striker started, her fingers fidgeting with the rim of her cup, her eyes looking down at the woodwork. "..if maybe you could give me lessons?"

"Lessons?" You sipped your drink confused. "Alessia.. you're way better a football than I am, I don't think you need my-"

"N-No.. like Italian lessons.." She muttered to herself, her shoulders tensing.

"Oh." You raised your brows, now understanding what she meant. "I mean we can start tomorrow if you'd like." You offered.

"No no, you're probably really busy with unpacking.. it was a stupid ask." She shook her head, embarrassed.

"Alessia, sono serio. Come over mine tomorrow and I'll teach you." [I'm serious.] The words came out of your mouth before you could actually process what you were saying. Any other time someone asked for a favour like this you would've denied them swiftly, liking time to yourself and being alone. You're still not sure what possessed you to agree to a tour of the town with Alessia so the fact that you agreed to Italian lessons was just another added shock. Maybe you were softening, maybe you were suddenly realising that there were so many other opportunities out there when you open yourself up to things. Maybe you felt something for the- no.. no, don't be stupid, you've only just met..

The Following Day..

You heard a knock on your door, just minutes after you finished making coffee. 'Finally', you thought, walking over to the door, mug in hand as you answered it.

"Alessia! Che bella!" [How beautiful!] You smiled, greeting the somewhat anxious-looking blonde.

"H-Hi." She gave you a small wave as she clutched her MacBook and notebook to her chest.

You moved aside so she could enter your flat, guiding her to a dimly lit table near your kitchen. "Caffè?" [Coffee?]

"Please." She sat herself down at the table, trying to make herself comfortable.

You padded back into the kitchen pouring her a cup. "Latte o zucchero?" [Milk or sugar?] You asked, your head peering around the cupboard, waiting for a response.

The blonde looked back at you, slightly grasping what you were saying but not fully. "U-Uh.. milk..? Please.."

You walked back over to her after you prepared her drink, handing it to her and sitting across from her.

"Cheers.." She mumbled, taking a small sip before she tucked her trembling hands under her thighs, her shoulders tense as ever.

"So.. what is it that you want to learn?" You asked, hoping the question wasn't too broad.

"Uh.. well.. I love my culture a great deal and would give anything to be able to speak the language.. I just barely have the time since I play for England and now I'm at Arsenal.. but it would be a dream if I was fluent.."

You took a sip of your drink, waiting in case she had more to add.

"Well, we can start off with basics and work from there if you'd like."

"Yeah.. that'd be great." She smiled shyly.

"I think we should take a break." You stated, just having witnessed Alessia scribble down a bunch of notes as you taught her basic phrases and words and slipped in a bit of slang.

"No! I want to keep going.. I'm really enjoying this.." The striker admitted, not ready to call it quits only 2 and a half hours in.

You shook your head, grabbing both your mugs and taking them into the kitchen to clean them. You returned and saw that Alessia had her head buried in her notes, mouthing to herself the pronunciation and trying to retain their meanings. You quietly walked up behind her, nosying at her notes, noticing that her handwriting was gorgeous and everything was so neatly organised.

"Uh.. I think you misspelled 'ventitre'.." [twenty-three] You delicately pointed out, your arm coming to reach past her shoulder and point at her notes.

"Hmm? Oh! S-Sorry.. I got a bit carried away.."

"Do you want to learn numbers?"

"No- I mean.. I just wanted to know that one.. for now." She looked up at you, smiling awkwardly as she fidgeted with her pencil.

The blonde pursed her lips, her eyes meeting yours. "Could you maybe teach me football phrases?"

"Sì." [Yeah.] You replied, taking a seat next to her.

"-so in the Euros.. against Sweden.." Alessia nodded as you spoke.

"..your backheel, that's 'colpo di tacco'."

"Wait.. you watched our game?"

"Yeah.. I was in the crowd.. we got knocked out by Belgium in the group stages.. not our best performance." You pinched the bridge of your nose, embarrassed at your team's performance.

"It was a great goal that, the colpo di tacco." She stated proudly.

"Alright Russo.. calm down." You replied with a laugh, giving her a light shove. The blonde blushing slightly at the way you pronounced her name in your thick Italian accent.

The blonde began to pack her things away, clutching them to her chest just like she had done when she arrived, instead, a lot less tense than when she first got there.

"Same time tomorrow?" You asked, holding the door open for her.

"Yeah.. I'd like that." She smiled.

By habit you leaned close to her, giving her a hug and pressing a kiss to each of her cheeks, only realising what you had done when you pulled away.

"Merda! Sorry.. force of habit!" [Shit!] You uncomfortably rubbed the back of your neck, looking at the floor.

"..I now realise that's a European thing huh?" You continued to stare at the floor, not wanting to look her in the eyes.

Her hand came to rest on your shoulder, gaining your attention. "It's okay [y/n].. really." She gave you a polite smile, her cheeks a bit rosy.

"Ci vediamo domani?" [See you tomorrow?] The striker questioned, hoping she said it right.

"Sì! Domani!" [Yeah! Tomorrow!] You answered, with a bit more excitement in your tone then you would've hoped for.

"Ciao, [y/n]." [Bye.] She waved, walking over to her car.

"Ciao, stella!" [Bye, star!]

You shut the door when you knew she was safe, your back sliding down it until you were sat on the floor, head buried in your hands. It was going to be a long season.

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[httpsdana]

please can u do prompt 15 with gavi

i love ur writing sm xoxo

Sunshine~Pablo Gavi

*GIF is not mine. credits to owner*

another gavi request cause why not. All my requests are either Pablo or Pedri I'd like some changes yeah?

YALL STOP REQUESTING SMUT CAUSE I DONT WRITE SMUT

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"

y/n wasn't exactly a morning person. If her alarm wakes her up she'd be in a grumpy mood all day. And if Pablo was the one to wake her up she would give him the silent treatment all day.

He understood her so he doesn't wake her up unless its something important. And by something important I mean a kiss before leaving for training but thats beside the point.

However, Pablo had a plan for this morning. His practice session was called off and he decided to spoil his girl a little bit. He always felt like he isn't treating her for away away a lot, so he thought that some breakfast in bed can help make up for all the time they have lost.

You wouldn't think Pablo was good in the kitchen. However, he was the good chef in the relationship. y/n usually just made some pasta which was the easier thing for her, but Pablo always made sure to try some new things for his girl (we love a boyfriend that can cook don't we)

He changed from his training kit, and put on a hoodie and some sweatpants. He then walked back to the kitchen to start the breakfast.

He made some pancakes and cut some fruits on the top with a little bit of whipped cream. He also made her some coffee, knowing its what wakes her up fully.

He slowly made his way to their shared bedroom and opened the door quietly. He placed the tray of food on the nightstand next to the bed and slowly got in bed next to y/n

She was laying with a peaceful look on her face, her hair spread across the pillow as she was laying in one of his jerseys.

He brushed some hair from her face and smiled. He leaned in and pressed a kiss on her forehead. When he saw that she didn't react he pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

She scrunched her nose up but never opened her eyes. Pablo knew that she was now half awake. He pressed a kiss on her left cheek and then the right cheek before he settled his lips on hers.

She finally opened her eyes and was met with a smiling Pablo. If she woke up on her own she would've smiled at him, but instead she sent him a glare making him chuckle

"good morning sunshine " he cooed making her groan

" fuck off" she flipped over and covered her face with the blanket that was covering her

"no no you're not gonna sleep again" he said removing the blanket from over her face

"fuck you Pablo" she groaned covering her eyes as she still hadn't adjusted to the light that came from the opened curtains

"you wish. I made you some breakfast. How does breakfast in bed feel mhm?" he grabbed the tray from the nighstand and made y/n sit up.

He placed the tray on her lap and smiled at her

"you made me breakfast? what's the occasion?" she asked, a small smile making its way to her face

"should there be an occasion to make my beautiful girlfriend some breakfast" he asked smiling at her happy face

"come on tell me why" she nudged his shoulder making him sigh

"okay okay I just feel like I haven't been there a lot for you and wanted to make it up to you, so I decided on some breakfast in bed with some coffee" he said watching her dive into the pancakes

"you know I don't mind you being away a lot. wait that came out wrong. I mean I understand that you have to be away and I'm glad you're doing what you love with the team you love. I knew what I was getting myself into when I started dating you and I wouldn't change my mind now" she assured him before taking a sip of her coffee

He smiled at her before grabbing her jaw between his fingers. He attached their lips into a small but meaningful kiss, tasting the coffee she had just drank

"I love you so much Pablo" she murmured against his lips

he pressed his forehead against hers and interlocked their fingers on his lap

"I love you more mi amor" he mumbled back

[avalentina]

Welcome To Football Baby Girl

NewDad!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader

Just a little thing I had the urge to type out while watching Serie A today and seeing another player carrying their little "player escort" out onto the pitch

This takes place in the Fiance!Christian x Goalkeeper!reader universe I'm writing currently.

Reader wears the No. 1 for the Inter Milan Women and the USWNT

Word count: 329 (it just made me smile ok)

ENJOY! -Ava

Warnings: None (I think), I guess implied p in v (they have a daughter), mild teasing (poking fun at Weston and Tim)

You and Christian welcomed your first child just over twelve weeks ago, a sweet baby girl and he is obsessed. Just as she is very much a ‘Daddy’s Girl’. You and him have been talking about doing her first major social appearance with each of you and after doing some looking into things Christian made a suggestion, “What about dressing her tiny little self up in a onesie version of a team's kit and having her be our escort? Theo did it with his son against Lecce and it was adorable. The press and fans on both sides loved it.”

“Don't you guys have a Juventus game coming up?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Then at least we can doll her up in a McKennie kit. She did cling to Wes when he came in to meet her. She wasn't a big fan of Tim though.”

“Poor Tim. Wes will get a kick out of that though and probably get her a new one every time she outgrows it. You know that right?”

“Yep. And when I battle AC next we'll put her in yours.”

Christian smiles wide, having an even better idea.

“We need to find infant keeper gloves. I've got the derby on the 22nd.”

“Fuck, that's right. But only the keeper's escort wears the keeper kit.”

“I’ll take care of it. I'll get myself maneuvered next to Mike and swap him for the anthem. He'll love it.”

“Let's put Pulisic on the back and see if anyone spots it.”

“I have to say, I'm so happy you decided to use it in matches.”

“Why wouldn't I tie myself to ‘Captain America' in yet another way?”

Christian gives a smiling “mhmm” before kissing you senseless and hoisting you up onto the counter, stepping between your legs and just starts sliding a hand lower when you're interrupted by the baby monitor app crackling to life.

“Looks like Chelsea's awake.” You say before heading upstairs to get her. Christian following close behind.

Feedback Appreciated. This is the first of hopefully many that will be posted for Christian. It technically takes place after they officially tie the knot so I hope you liked that little bit.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Ava

[clangenrising]

Month 5 - Greenleaf

Oddstripe took a deep breath as she made her way up the mountain in Sagetooth’s pawsteps. Her jaw worked silently with nerves as she stared at the rocky slope, its well worn stone stained auburn by the last dregs of sunlight draining out from the sky. She felt absolutely sick, in no small part due to the fast Sagetooth had said would help her find her way to the Silverpelt. Communing with StarClan on an empty stomach was apparently a part of the ritual, but she had abstained on her first visit for fear she wouldn’t be able to feed her kits. 

She hadn’t dared to risk it this time. Thankfully, the kits were beginning to eat on their own now, because she couldn’t bear the idea of being the only one who didn’t receive a vision again. 

Was it her? Was it because she was an outsider? She had been puzzling for the last two weeks over whether or not there was something she needed to do to gain their favor. Sagetooth had gently laughed at her suggestion of a prey sacrifice, dashing Oddstripe’s hopes of some sort of mystical solution to her problem. The older Healer had assured her that the fast would be sufficient to bridge the gap between her and StarClan’s hunting ground. Still, Oddstripe couldn’t help but worry it was her fault somehow, that she wasn’t made for this sort of thing, that she was built wrong. That had to be the reason right? Why else would four other cats swear they spoke with the dead when she dreamt only of darkness. 

Sagetooth must have smelled the distress coming off of her because she turned around as they reached the mouth of the cave and frowned sympathetically. 

“Are you doing alright, Oddstripe?” she asked. “We can stop if this is too much for you.” 

“Oh, no!” Oddstripe blurted immediately. “No, I’m fine. Just… nauseated.” She looked down at her paws guiltily. 

“That’s alright,” Sagetooth said, laying her tail against Oddstripe’s flank. “You learn to tune it out eventually. It’s normal to feel sick the first few times.” 

“That’s good,” sighed Oddstripe, although she didn’t feel comforted much at all. 

“Try to clear your mind of worry,” Sagetooth advised. “If you meditate and empty your thoughts, you’ll be more attuned to StarClan’s guidance when it comes, okay?” She smiled and Oddstripe forced herself to do the same. 

“Okay,” she said. 

“That’s the spirit,” purred Sagetooth. She turned and led the way into the dark and winding tunnel ahead of them. Oddstripe took a deep breath and followed into the terrible unknown. 

Eventually, the dark tunnel opened up and Oddstripe was once again astonished by the sight of the glimmering cave before her, its glowing blue ceiling reflected in the water making a replica night sky. It filled her with wonder. Just like last time, she was struck with the unquestionable sensation that this place was deeply magic. 

The feeling that she didn’t belong here wasn’t far behind.

Tangletooth was waiting for them already. The ginger tom sat by the water, staring at the reflections with a foggy look on his face. Sagetooth cleared her throat as they entered and he straightened with a sharp inhale. 

“Ah, Sagetooth!” he smiled, turning to face them. “And your new apprentice!” He looked Oddstripe over with a frown of confusion before asking, “What was your name again?” 

“Oddstripe,” she supplied with a warm smile. 

The elderly tom nodded, body bobbing heavily with the movement. “Yes, that’s it. Oddstripe. Glad to have you joining us again. How are your kits doing?” 

“Oh, very well!” she purred, worries disappearing for a moment. Sagetooth sat down and folded her tail over her paws with a small smile on her face while Oddstripe continued. “Floodkit got a few scrapes trying to play around the Stoneperch but he’s recovering smoothly. Oh, and Sparrowkit has been bringing me flowers trying to help me with my work, he’s so sweet.” 

Tangletooth chuckled and the conversation continued this way, the two of them talking about nothing back and forth. Every now and then Sagetooth interjected with a short correction or addition, but for the most part, Oddstripe chatted pleasantly with the SkyClan Healer. She’d always enjoyed the conversations she’d had with older cats. There was something so sweet about the way they plainly spoke their minds. She was enjoying herself so much, she was startled when another cat emerged from the tunnel.

“There you are,” Sagetooth said, tail twitching. “I was starting to wonder if we should start without you.” 

Stormwhisper, the handsome young EarthClan Healer licked his whiskers nervously and said, “Apologies, I got held up treating a bee sting.” His eyes flickered over Oddstripe before purposefully fixing themselves on Sagetooth’s face. Oddstripe felt her empty stomach twist.

Sagetooth shook her head with a scoff (at whom, Oddstripe wasn’t sure) but Tangletooth said, “Where’s Blazingbrush?” and looked around as if she were hiding somewhere in the cave. 

“Oh,” Stormwhisper swallowed, “She won’t be coming. She has a stomach ache and is isolating, just in case. I sent her some herbs yesterday.” He licked his whiskers again and shuffled his paws. Sagetooth squinted. 

“Mm,” hummed Tangletooth, “That’s for the best then. StarClan willing, it isn’t Red Gut.” Oddstripe’s ears perked. She’d heard a lot about this deadly plague from both of her teachers and the thought that it had returned was frightful to say the least. 

Clumsily, she echoed the prayer. “Y-yes, StarClan willing.” Sagetooth and Stormwhisper both glanced briefly in her direction and her ears flattened shamefully. Was that wrong? She shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“Well, in that case, let’s get started,” Sagetooth said. “I have no major updates to share. A few of our herb stores have been ruined by the heat but I don’t think we’ll need any assistance in replacing them.” 

“Likewise,” Tangletooth nodded, “Nothing of note in SkyClan.” 

“And my only news was about Blazingbrush,” concluded Stormwhisper.

“We should make sure to be ready if it is Red Gut,” Sagetooth said. “Have you made any arrangements with her if it is?” 

Stormwhisper blinked in surprise and quickly said, “Uh, no, but I’ll talk to Poppybird about it. I’ll send an apprentice to spread the word if it’s Red Gut.” Sagetooth huffed in what Oddstripe recognized as irritation at incompetence. Despite knowing it wasn’t aimed at her, she straightened her posture and tried to comport herself with dignity. 

“Good,” said Sagetooth curtly, “Make sure you get that handled promptly, yes?” 

“Of course,” Stormwhisper nodded hastily, looking thoroughly chastened.

“Alright,” she said, looking around at the others, “Shall we then?” 

“Yes, I think we shall,” nodded Tangletooth, turning back to the river. Oddstripe felt her chest tighten. The moment of truth was upon her and she suddenly had a desperate need to find more excuses to delay the inevitable. Sagetooth stepped up beside her and put on a smile.

“You’ll be alright,” she said softly, “Just let go of your thoughts and put your soul in StarClan’s paws.” Oddstripe didn’t understand how she was supposed to ‘just’ do that, but she nodded anyway. She just had to trust in StarClan. How hard could that be? One by one, the four Healers bent to drink from the icy cold river and then settled down in the well worn places where Healers had slept for generations. Stormwhisper settled down on the other side of Oddstripe from Sagetooth, his eyes lingering on her. 

Oddstripe quickly looked away and curled up, closing her eyes to avoid meeting his gaze. Soon, she could sense Sagetooth’s breaths slowing beside her and Tangletooth’s snores started to echo across the slick cave walls. Oddstripe tried to will herself to sleep but couldn’t seem to get out of her own head. She shifted, repositioned, tried to find a more comfortable place, but nothing seemed to work. She groaned. Why couldn’t she do something as simple as falling asleep?!

Suddenly, Stormwhisper’s voice pulled her back from the precipice of a spiral. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asked in a hushed voice. She turned to look at him, large ears flicking forward. He had an awkward smile on his face, not what she had expected to see. 

She let out her tightly held breath in defeat. “Yes. I hope I haven’t kept you awake.” 

“Oh, not at all,” he said, glancing past her to Sagetooth’s slumbering form briefly. “I was actually hoping to talk with you one on one.” 

“With me?” she asked, completely blindsided. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling as he shuffled closer. “Sagetooth said you were taught by a Clan Healer. Did she ever tell you her name?” 

“Um,” Oddstripe tried to pull her thoughts back into a manageable shape, “I think it was Redleaf?” Immediately, she saw Stormwhisper’s face light up. 

“Do you know where she is now?” he asked eagerly. “Where she might have gone?” 

Oddstripe frowned in thought and tried to seriously consider his question. “Maybe? I think she was planning to head into the mountains, or at least the foothills. Why? Did you know her?” At this, Stormwhisper blushed and looked down at his paws and Oddstripe realized her mistake. “Oh, of course you did! She must have come to these meetings, right?” 

“Yes,” he nodded, licking his whiskers again. “She was Sagetooth’s last apprentice. We were… good friends.” 

“Really?” asked Oddstripe. “Sagetooth hasn’t mentioned her at all. She hasn’t even asked about her.” She frowned some more. Why hadn’t Sagetooth been interested in her old apprentice?

“They had a falling out,” he said softly, glancing at Sagetooth again. “She cursed StarClan and Sagetooth doesn’t take that sort of thing lightly. She was fuming for at least two moons after it happened.”

“Oh, wow,” breathed Oddstripe, following his gaze. “Why would she do that? Redleaf, I mean.” She looked back to him, trying to remember the stubborn young calico who had taught her how to do more than deliver kits and pull out thorns. Suddenly, Oddstripe could see Sagetooth’s paw prints all over Redleaf; her short, confident instructions; her no nonsense demeanor; even the specific ways she organized herbs or wrapped cobwebs around a wound. She pictured the two of them in the Healer’s den, trading witty jabs and stripping branches of their leaves. It almost made Oddstripe smile before she remembered that they had parted on bad terms. 

“It was the Red Gut…” Stormwhisper said solemnly, head tilted in a sad look of remembrance. “Redleaf couldn’t believe StarClan hadn’t told us what was coming. They’d warned us of a dangerous disease, but Redleaf was furious that they hadn’t given us more specific instructions to avoid the worst of it. She told me that she finally saw StarClan for what it was, ‘a throne for fools who thought themselves gods.’” He shook his head and shrugged. “I couldn’t convince her to stay, especially not after the fight with Sagetooth.” Oddstripe’s heart went out to him. Clearly, Redleaf’s absence weighed heavily on his mind. 

“Anyway,” he said, shaking his fur a bit, “you said she was heading into the mountains?” 

“Oh! Yes, I think so,” replied Oddstripe. “I met her in the second moon of Leafbare and she stayed with me until the second moon of Newleaf. She said she needed to…” she paused to remember the exact wording, “see more of the world before she settled down.” 

“I see,” he hummed with a frown. 

“I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful,” Oddstripe winced. 

“Oh, no, you’re fine,” Stormwhisper said, suddenly looking up. “I’m just… thinking.” She sat quietly for another moment before adding, “Uh, please don’t tell anyone I asked you about her. Sagetooth would have my tail if word ever got back to her.” 

“Why?” Oddstripe asked, brow furrowing. “What’s wrong with worrying about your friend?”

Stormwhisper laughed anxiously and swiped a paw over one ear. “Uh, how to explain… I was maybe a little too close to Redleaf for Sagetooth’s liking. We’re not supposed to have mates, Healers, and we’re especially not supposed to be mates with cats from other Clans.”

“And you were mates?” Oddstripe breathed, enraptured by the detail. 

“No, no,” he blushed, waving a paw in front of him. “Sagetooth just thought I was trying to court her apprentice. She’s never really liked me much.” 

“Oh,” Oddstripe glanced back at Sagetooth, still sleeping peacefully beside her. 

“Like I said,” Stormwhisper said, “please don’t tell her I asked you.” 

“I won’t,” Oddstripe promised. 

“Thank you,” Stormwhisper sighed with relief. After a moment, he shifted, tucking his paws beneath him, and said,  “We should probably get to sleep before the others wake up.” 

“Right,” Oddstripe felt her stomach churn again. “You don’t have any tricks for getting there, do you?” 

Stormwhisper considered it and then smiled sympathetically. “Don’t stress it too much. They’re not gods or anything, they’re just cats who traded their earthly bodies for different gifts. You’ll fit right in.” 

“Right,” she said again, tone grimmer. “Thanks.” 

“Of course,” he said, settling down to sleep. “Good luck, Oddstripe.” 

Oddstripe nodded, ears pressed back, wishing she felt any more confident than before. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let it out again. She curled her tail over her nose and tried to breathe deep and slow, counting as she did. Soon enough, sleep overtook her. 

~~~

A surprisingly warm and gentle breeze stirred Oddstripe’s fur. She tried to ignore it, but it seemed so out of place in the cold wet cavern, that she couldn’t help but peek one eye open to look for the source. The sight before her took a few seconds to register completely.

She was sat on a flat smooth stone that looked out over the grasslands of RisingClan but the landscape was dyed a deep indigo hue. Each blade of grass glowed with starry light and the stone beneath her paws was a bright shining white. Oddstripe sat up suddenly, eyes snapping wide open to take it all in. 

“I did it!” she gasped, looking around. 

“You did it!” cheered a cat sitting at the base of the rock. Oddstripe jumped, scrabbling to avoid falling to the ground, and the shining ginger she-cat giggled. 

“Welcome to the SIilverpelt, Oddstripe” she said fondly, standing up. “My name is Poppyblaze. Let me show you around.”

[bonefall]

clanmew question! sorry if this has been asked you know how tumblr search is, but do the clans have words for love? i feel like they'd be more similar to a non-english language and have different words for different kinds

The BIG word for love is Mirri. It is not a verb, it is a noun. In Clanmew, you don't love someone like an action, it 'exists' for them.

Mirri isn't inherently romantic, but it can be. It's everything. It's concern, compassion, adoration. Love must exist for your Clan, the cats in it, your family, so on.

Other forms of love are "below" the Mirri, contributing to it. Kind of like different ways to move water from one place into a big pool. EVERYONE contributes to Mirri, just by existing in the fabric of Clan society.

Other types of 'love';

Ardor = Sseeo Passionate attraction, in the 'honeymoon' romantic crush way. Ardor notoriously fades over time. It is considered very powerful, but something that by nature doesn't last. For a good example of Ardor, Fallowtail claimed she had this type of love for Reedfeather when she had his kits, and that is why she has no love for him now. This made perfect sense to RiverClan, home of the Queen's Rights. Ardor that lasts is a rare and special thing.

Trust = Wrarri Personal, platonic affection. Rapport built between friends, mentors, mates, family. It's not until recently that this has also come to apply between Clans, too. A very strong, reliable kind of love; it is considered traitorous to have a lot of this for someone in another Clan. Bluestar had this for the Forget-Me-Nots, and them for her in turn... but also, it was more than Wrarri. It was Piwarri, Sseeo, and even Yyaawr. They were everything to her.

Enjoyment = Piwarri You know when you find someone entertaining? Or you have a particular friend you love playing a specific game with? You wouldn't fight for them, but you may do them a favor, especially if it means you get to hang out more often. THAT is piwarri. This is used a LOT with inter-Clan friendships. Piwarri is considered easy, soft, and friendly, but not strong like Mirri is. It is something that can contribute to Mirri, but is also not a threat to it. Buddy-love.

Righteous Love = Yyaawr When Firestar received a life "for the love of a mother for her kits", he was getting 20 kilos of this slammed into his face. It's a difficult translation, because it isn't just for a mother and her kits. It's righteous anger at injustice, the fury in seeing smashed songbird eggs. It's the need to protect helpless things. It's love that makes you sacrifice your food for for kittens, or a leader's lives for their Clan. Sometimes, a person's yyaawr for you can be suffocating. It's not always welcome. ThunderClan identified Millie's feeling towards Briarlight as yyaawr. Brambleclaw (though he, obviously, was mostly saying it to upset her) accused Squilf of wanting to receive one-sided yyaawr over mutual wrarri.

[rippleclan]

[Image ID: The title of the post is "Before RippleClan: Rabbitjoy." Rabbitjoy herself, a brown smoke molly with cyan eyes, sits underneath the title.]

So you guys really wanted to hear more about Rabbitjoy! I was excited to introduce her. As soon as she joined the Clan, I knew she was a former supporter of the Ripple ideology. Now you get to learn more about her journey back to her friends and why she changed her name!

Rabbitjoy: 54 (as of Moon 17), female, artisan, charismatic, master weaver.

Rabbitjoy's mother was an honor queen, in that she consistently took honor-sires to produce litters without a mate. Each of her litters were quite large, but Rabbitjoy's took the cake at seven kits. Yes, one died before their apprenticeship and two more before they finished their training, but large litters are quite the blessing in WheatClan's crop culture. An older sibling suggested naming the brown smoke molly Rabbitkit, teasing her mother Flowernest for her large number of kits. Flowernest took the name in stride.

Rabbitkit was an insecure child, frequently trampled over by her bigger littermates. She had a deep artistic soul, however, that earned her a few friends (such as Rustshade). Naturally, when she became Rabbitpaw, she became an artisan with a particular love of stories, art, and dancing. She was better at weaving than performing, often getting nervous in front of her Clanmates, but she still preferred the entertainment part of her job to the crafting side of things.

When she finished her apprenticeship, Sanderlingstar named her Rabbitfall, a name that reflected her nervous energy but also a windfall of prey. Her friends encouraged her performances so that during Gatherings and inter-Clan celebrations, she joined the other artisans in grand stories (usually in a background role).

One Gathering, the artisans of all the Clans guided the Gathering's guests in a grand dance, where everyone would move along to music produced by artisans across the Clans. As Rabbitfall sang, she noticed a figure swirling among AshClan's numbers. She was a long-furred molly with lilac swirls and pretty white spots. Rabbitfall had seen her in the crowd before, but the way the firelight danced over her fur made her seem... gorgeous.

When another artisan took Rabbitfall's role in the song, she slipped into the crowd and danced closer to the mysterious lilac molly. She wore a beautiful tail wrap with leaves carved into the leather. Rabbitfall summoned all the confidence that laid hidden inside her, stepped into rhythm next to the mysterious molly, and asked to share the dance.

The molly's name was Lavenderleaf, a recently graduated meditator from AshClan. She befriended Rabbitfall that night and slowly introduced her to her other friends, like Weedfoot, Downdapple, and Paleshade. Rabbitfall in turn introduced some of her WheatClan friends like Rustshade.

Rabbitfall gained more confidence and security as she met her friends more and more. As Paleshade and Weedfoot discussed rather complex ideas, Rabbitfall grew closer to Lavenderleaf. Paleshade's ideas of closer Clan connections interested her. Perhaps, by following her ideals, Rabbitfall and Lavenderleaf could become... something more.

Rabbitfall kept her trap shut around her Clan as the Ripple ideology became well-known. She and Lavenderleaf agreed that when they formed a new Clan, they would become mates. While certain Clanmates left the Clans entirely, disappeared, or died in a few dramatic confrontations with other Clan cats, Rabbitfall was a silent supporter who did little but join secret meetings and encourage the idea in closed quarters.

Eventually, only she and Rustshade remained in WheatClan to support the movement. Rabbitjoy was excited to hear that the Ashes in the Water were going to formally leave AshClan. She planned to meet Lavenderleaf by the WheatClan/AshClan border and join the new Clan.

Rabbitfall waited all night, but no one appeared.

Her insecurity and neuroses flourished as the days passed with no news from Lavenderleaf or AshClan. For a few days, AshClan wouldn't even talk to WheatClan. It was only when Rabbitfall and a couple meditators were on patrol that they ran into AshClan and demanded to know why they were so flaky. That's when Rabbitfall learned that most of the Ashes in the Water were dead, with only two remaining as prisoners.

WheatClan was horrified to hear of this, especially Rabbitfall and Rustshade. They no longer hid their beliefs, as now even the most traditional members of WheatClan saw Autumnstar's orders as going too far. The Ashes in the Water were still Clan cats. They didn't deserve to be massacred. The Clan's opinions only grew more open when the clerics returned from StarClan's Shrine that night and revealed that their ancestors supported the Ripple movement.

Rabbitfall joined a small patrol of cats on a sunhigh mission into AshClan territory to rescue the two prisoners. Rabbitfall prayed one of them was Lavenderleaf. Rabbitfall's job was to distract AshClan while Rustshade and the others got the prisoners out. She and her sister Cottonstealer began singing outside AshClan's camp. They sang of Autumnstar's cruelty, of StarClan's support and the blessing of the Ashes in the Water. They lured many cats out of camp, who were unsure just how to handle two intruders singing at them. AshClan chased them away, but their strange distraction gave the others enough to time to free the prisoners and hurry them over the WheatClan border.

Well, prisoner. Weedfoot was the only one left to save.

The news broke Rabbitfall. Even as the remaining members of the movement migrated to WheatClan, ready to form their own Clan near the coast, Rabbitfall felt hopeless. How could RippleClan ever be a Clan when cats like Autumnstar would kill a kind, loving, beautiful mediator like Lavenderleaf? How could Rabbitfall be a part of it? She gave a sorrowful goodbye to her friends and family, promising to find RippleClan if she ever returned.

Rabbitfall spent over a year traveling, searching for answers to the hopelessness, grief, and insecurity she battled. She stayed with humans, learned of creatures and crops the Clans had never seen, made friends who showed her the power of hope and the ways to keep living after loss. The things she saw inspired and transformed her. She abandoned her old suffix, feeling that it would only drag her down, and took a new name; Rabbitjoy. She would choose joy over any internal insecurities she faced, greet new friends with an open heart, and be as true to her thoughtful, artistic self as she could.

With a new name and a new determination, Rabbitjoy made her way back to the Clans and the friends she left behind.

[cryptidclaw]

Hello I was wondering if you had anything in your head about Squirrel and Crow in your universe? Their dynamic, any hcs?  👀

Im taking this as a chance to rant about these two bec i lov them

Its already established that they r mates in this au and their dynamic is very much, flirting via playfully bullying each other and being competitive. A lot of cats who don't know them would think they just have a rivalry going lol

They will often be spotted having play arguments during gatherings, but if any cat says something rude or tries to argue with one of them, the other will come to bat for their mate immediately.

It should also be noted that Crow rarely ever smiles, except when he’s with Squilf and his other friends :)

Crow is on the aroace spectrum and Squilf is the only cat he has ever had true romantic love for, and it flabbergasted him when it happened

They didn't get together until after the journey, and them getting together was made difficult by Crow starting to isolate himself when he realized that they would have to separate into different Orders again. Squlf yelled at him for it until he admitted he loved her hehe

Crow makes Squirrel braided grass adornments which she keeps in her nest  and she wears a grass tail bracelet from him every day.

Squilf also brings Crow flowers for him to wear because she knows he likes the colors of the ones that grow on Thunder territory.

After Squirrel got pregnant with Holly they kind of separated, out of fear that Holly’s true father would be found out, and also out of fear that Falcon and Jay would be found out to be neither of their kits. They still obviously loved each other but they didnt meet up at the border as often, and more so just kept to talking at the gatherings. 

After the Code was changed to allow inter order relationships, and travel and friendship between orders, Crow and Squirrel visit each other constantly, and will often spent half their time in the other’s Order (Crow leaves his apprentices to keep up Healer duties). and its during this time that they have Alder and Spark! 

I am also going to have Hollyleaf survive, so she and her parents get to have a relationship and Holly actually becomes very close to both of them :’)

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

"The Kate Effect:" Often imitated, never duplicated 👑

Determined to help, Kate has now persuaded 19 British brands to donate more than 10,000 NEW items to more than 40 baby banks across the UK.

The Duchess of Cambridge donned a mask, apron and gloves today as she launched a major initiative to support vulnerable babies and children. On a visit to the baby bank charity Baby Basics UK in Sheffield, she revealed how she was moved to tears by the stories of families she met during secret lockdown visits to its West Norfolk branch near her Anmer Hall home.

As she unloaded pallets and unpacked the first deliveries at the charity’s temporary distribution centre, she told volunteers: "It can get very emotional. I remember a couple of the families I met from King's Lynn and I went home and literally burst into tears, their stories were so moving. The struggles they have gone through, the bravery they have shown...in extraordinary circumstances. Helping their families through extraordinary times."

Volunteer-run baby banks provide essentials such as nappies, clothing and bedding to vulnerable families who are referred by health visitors, midwives and social workers. But while baby banks across the UK have seen an increase in demand during the Covid-19 outbreak, many have been unable to accept second-hand donations because of health and safety concerns.The Duchess also spoke via videocalls to Amy Cotton, who fled a violent home with only her baby son Ricky, now three, and received a buggy, clothing and toys from Little Village. She is now a volunteer for the charity and has a 12-week old daughter, Ellie-Rose.

Kate told her: "It is brave and not often the easiest thing to do but it is really fantastic that you've reached out, that you are so open about your own struggles but also the fact that you are in such a fantastic place now. I suppose it is real credit to you, the journey that you've undertaken and the courage and strength you've shown to get there. So well done. And I love the fact that you are volunteering too."

She also spoke to Ella-Mae Michalski, whose 21-month-old twin girls Bella and Ruby were born prematurely with chronic lung disease. Little Village provided them with a double pram, clothes, muslins and other essentials.

"As a mum the one thing you want to be able to do is to provide for your children and it was difficult not to be able to do that but Little Village helped," said Ella-Mae. "It's something as basic as getting a cup of tea when you come here and people asking how you are and being able to offload without fear of what people might think."After learning about the situation during private visits to her local branch, where she helped to pack Moses Baskets with essential products for babies, the Duchess spearheaded a campaign to get UK companies to donate items to baby banks run by Baby Basics UK, London-based Little Village and Aberdeenshire-based AberNecessities.

Retailers taking part include John Lewis, M&S, Tesco, Sainsbury's, The White Company, Matalan, Trotters, Boden, Frugi, Mamas & Papas, Jojo Maman Bébé and Kit & Kin. Green People (Organic Babies), My Little Coco, Bloom and Blossom, Kokoso Baby, Childs Farm and Bramley have also made donations, while DHL Express is providing transport.

In Sheffield, Baby Basics CEO Cat Ross told the Duchess: "Often in a world where there is a lot of judgement and stereotyping about being poor, that additional stress can be even more difficult for parents who are doing amazing things to keep their families going with such strength, such determination."

"Yes," agreed Kate, "One of the mums I met was a nurse. These are families who do fantastic jobs and even they are struggling."Talking about community spirit during lockdown, she added: "It is those small volunteering acts that everyone can contribute to that make such a difference. That inter-generational support system has been amazing. Knowing that you can make such a big difference to another family is wonderful."

Kate also met Ali Wartty and Sahara Hamawandy, and their one-year-old triplets San, Shan and Laveen. An emotional Sahara told the Duchess how she was referred to Baby Basics after struggling to cope. The charity provided them with a triple pram, Moses baskets and starter packs, as well as clothes and toiletries as the babies have grown.

"I was living on the 12th floor of a block of flats and trying to cope with the three of them," she told the Duchess. "It must have been so stressful," sympathised Kate.  

Sahara told her: "How do you take your three babies down from the 12th floor without a pram? We weren't able to go out at all." Speaking afterwards, Sahara said: "To give support to mum means giving support to the whole family. That’s why the charity has been so important to a mother like me. It gave me power. It transformed me. I just want to say thank you to everybody."A Little Village survey of more than 50 baby banks has found that 77% desperately need more nappies, mattresses and other products as demand for their services increases. The charity is set to support more than 6,000 children this year, double the number they helped in 2019.

Founder and Chief Executive Sophia Parker said: "The pandemic appears to be making the situation much, much worse for many families. Every child should have the right to a good childhood and this new initiative is a much welcomed step towards tackling child poverty in the under 5s."

Danielle Flecher-Horn, Founder of AberNecessities, added: "By providing parents with the resources to build a positive relationship with their children - from pregnancy and throughout the first years – we can make a real difference to a child’s development, health and overall happiness."Speaking aftewards, Baby Basics CEO Cat Ross said: "A lot of people have heard about food banks but don’t necessarily know about the baby banks and what we do. Having someone like the Duchess behind us is amazing and her helping us by getting in all these amazing brands has been incredible."

Announcing the initiative, Kate said: "Over recent months, I have heard from families who have been supported by baby banks through the most difficult of times and I have been deeply moved by their stories. Having somewhere to turn to for support is important for all families, and baby banks work every day, up and down the country, to provide immediate, tangible and practical help for parents and carers when they are most in need.

"Baby banks are driven by incredible volunteers, demonstrating the power of community spirit in supporting families and coming together to raise the next generation. Thanks to the generosity of the companies taking part in this initiative, baby banks across the UK will be able to support even more families through this particularly challenging time."

"In everything, then, do to others as you would have them do to you. For this is the essence of the Law and the Prophets."¹

@skippyv20 I remember when you told us to spot the difference. No photos of "the wife" out shopping with mom for baby items.🧐

¹Matthew 7:12

[jpitha]

We Need a Ride 2

Part 1 is over here

Abyssal linked into the Spruces system a couple hours flight time from the planet. As they cruised in Chloe disappeared into the print bay.

"What's Chloe doing?" Cereni asked.

"Oh, she's collecting a bit of extra kit she asked me to print when we got onboard. She says she'll need it for after we drop." Abyssal said.

Sophia was sitting at a workstation running scans around Spruces. While she was working Cereni was chatting with Abyssal. "So do you know what's going on?" Cereni asked.

"Other than a trusted friend asked me to do something I haven't done in centuries with no explanation yet?" Abyssal said wryly. "No, no idea yet. But, I trust Chloe, and you know how we are. We like to keep things close and only let everyone know when they need to know."

"Good thing it's time for you to find out why we're here then." Chloe said as the stepped onto the command deck.

Sophia and Cereni looked up, and their jaws dropped. Sophia was the first to recover. "Chloe...what are you wearing?"

Chloe was standing there wearing a wide, silver metallic collar around her neck, with two large Wideband antennas coming up the back, making it look like she has bunny ears on. The collar has thin black wires going into previously hidden ports behind her ears, a large thick black cable going to a backpack looking device which is also metallic silver, with vents and radiators along the bottom. The "backpack" also has Wideband antennas, but they were currently folded out of the way. It was attached to her bodily; there didn't seem to be any straps holding it on. Her casual human clothes were gone. Instead her skin was now the same metallic silver color and molded seamlessly with the backpack. Hey eyes, practically the only color left on her flashed a brilliant blue against her silver skin.

She looked slightly embarrassed. "It's...a control rig. It's a miniaturized version of what we use as ships when we have to control drones or accessories. When we're ships it's just built into our subsystems, but I need to use one, so Abyssal let me borrow their printer to make one up." As she talked, the "ears" would move with her gestures unconsciously. She grinned and struck a pose. As she did, the rear Wideband antennas folded out like wings. "What do you think?"

Sophia chuckled, but Cereni's fur rippled slightly, a blush. She cast her eyes down, starstruck. "You look very pretty" she managed.

Chloe raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything. "Okay, so a month or so ago I got a courier message from a friend on Spruces that says a new sapient race is in the area, and they keep destroying beacons and preventing couriers who land from taking off. We're going to drop, and pick up some folks who want to report back to the Humans, K'laxi and Xenni about this development and see if we can open more official communications. We're also going to take a few boxes of..." She faltered "...stuff back that the AIs have been requesting." Clearly she was at war with herself about something.

She stopped and sighed. "Spruces is an AI colony, okay? There are humans and K'laxi there, but they don't live there officially. The official residents are all AIs."

"What?" Sophia whispered. "You have your own colony?"

"Yeah. We set it up a while ago. Lots of us don't feel right living in Human or K'laxi or Xenni space after we retire and take on bodies. We wanted our own place. Spruces was the planet that Mt Baxter was going to settle, but it was lost, so the Human Inter-colony Authority agreed quietly to let us have it."

She walked over to the command chair and sat down. As she did so, her antenna wings folded out of the way and the seat leaned back to accommodate the backpack. After she was settled, her eyes flashed blue for a moment again.

Abyssal scoffed. "What, you wanna drive Chloe? I've got this. Let me get us down and be a ship, you can do..." They faltered. "Whatever it is you need to do once we're on the ground."

"Thanks old friend. Please take us in."

Abyssal's Wormhole generator, and they all felt the vibration that started in their toes and seemed to go all the way up their body until everything was ringing like it was a turning fork and...

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Part 3 is here!

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WIP Intros

Here’s a list of all my current writing works-in-progress, under a cut so I can change the post as I inevitably drop some things and start others. If you don’t see a particular WIP here that you’ve seen me talk about, it’s probably because I either abandoned it for now/for good or I haven’t worked on it enough -- in general or recently -- to justify mentioning it.

All of my current projects are intended for adult audiences even though they’re rarely explicit. Some of them have Wattpad links where you can read several chapters of the current draft, but updating those is not a priority.

Feel free to send me asks if you want to know more!

Faery WIP / The Overgrowth / These Dark and Lovely Woods

After her mother’s passing, Sidra Carver has become a shell of a person, living alone in the woods away from society. Her remaining joy is her stepsister, the kind and bright Sinéad, whose love keeps Sidra from losing herself to the forest. That changes when Sinéad is violently stolen by her own fiancé, the mysterious Lord Thorne. A spell forces everyone but Sidra to forget Sinéad’s very existence, making Sidra the only one willing and capable of traveling beyond the iron wall and into the dangerous lands of the fae. But two axes and a brutal temper won’t be enough to help Sidra deal with the prideful and vindictive fae without falling prey to their ruthless politics.To navigate their machinations without losing her life, Sidra needs help from one of their own. Enter Valerien, a gorgeous but unpleasant fae who binds Sidra with an oath in exchange for his aid. But what this promise entails, and why he’s forced to live isolated in a crumbling manor, remains a mystery. One thing is clear: Sidra and Valerien cannot stand each other. As they struggle to reconcile their differences — and similarities — their animosity threatens to tear the alliance apart, and doom Sinéad to a life of slavery in a court of beautiful vultures.

Genre: Dark fantasy, romance

Status: Querying first book, outlining second

Word count: 119k words (first book)

Style: Single first person POV, past tense

Inspiration/vibe: Howl’s Moving Castle but it has depression

Keywords: Slow-Burn, Teeth-Clenched Teamwork, Mayfly-December Romance, Belligirent Sexual Tension, Forbidden Romance, Fae, Loneliness, Curses, Interspecies Romance

Tag / Dedicated blog / Art / Masterpost / PowerPoint / Inspiration tag / Pinterest board

Cyborg WIP / Princess Machine

The Royal Roulette is a sham, and Kit Sullivan, your local downtrodden cyborg janitor, knows this. Yet she has no choice but to compete when her mother buys her a lottery ticket and she gets picked as one of twelve contestants on national TV. She and eleven other girls will live in luxury with the charming Prince Rhett, whose heart they must win to become the princess of Astria. But Kit knows things aren't as simple as they seem, and when feelings clash with politics, love becomes a weapon of rebellion.

Genre: Romance, dramedy, sci-fi

Status: 4th draft in progress

Current word count: 45k

Style: Single first person POV, present tense

Inspiration/vibe: The Bachelor but sad

Keywords: Slow-Burn, Rags to Riches, Reality TV, Social Media, Surveillance, Propaganda, Dark Humor, Royalty, Poverty, Power Dynamics, Inter-Class Romance

Tag / Pinterest board

Dragon WIP

Kestrel, the nation's most powerful mage, is a bastard princess. When she's forced into an arranged marriage to her first cousin, she has no other option but to plan an epic escape. Her accomplice? A beautiful dragon man by the name of Falk, who should be the enemy, but becomes her only ally. Despite centuries of bad blood between their people, Kestrel soon realizes that her fascination with Falk is not purely scientific, and might be a little more mutual than she expected. But when Kestrel travels to the Dragon Isles, the other dragons aren’t as enthusiastic about her as Falk is. As their feelings grow, so does the pressure and threats of violence, particularly from Falk’s human-hating grandfather, the head of the Fire Clan. But it’s all right! If things get too hot, Kestrel can just blow it all up with her epic magic! Right?

Genre: Fantasy, romance, comedy

Status: 1st draft in progress

Current word count: 38k

Style: Single first person POV, past tense

Inspiration/vibe: Romeo and Juliet but it's a dragon and a wizard and nobody (important) dies

Keywords: Interspecies Romance, Princess/Dragon, Unlikable Female Protagonist, Rebellious Princess, Young Love Versus Old Hate, Forbidden Romance, Bonding, Shared Interests, Fluff, Dragon Hoards, Magic is Science

Tag / The “cover art” I made recently

Elf Marriage WIP / Nettle and Song

To strengthen the new alliance between the nations of elves and humans, the elven prince Androel and the human not-quite-princess Theodosia are reluctantly convinced to marry. But their begrudging acceptance of their circumstances is not enough to make them like each other. Trust is difficult when they both carry a secret the other cannot know: Teddy is the champion of a goddess, made to suppress her magic lest she threaten her step-father's rule, while Roel struggles with a desperate thirst for Teddy's blood.

Genre: High fantasy, romance, drama

Status: 1st draft in progress

Current word count: 38k

Style: Dual third person limited POV, past tense

Inspiration/vibe: If Pride and Prejudice was set in Middle Earth, and also there's sexy vampire elves

Keywords: Arranged Marriage, Marriage Before Romance, Slow-Burn, Elves, Interspecies Romance, Defrosting Ice King, Garden of Love, There Was Only One Bed, Royals Who Actually Do Something, Fluff, Angst, Healing from Trauma, Low Stakes

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I also write a canon rewrite fic for The W@yhaven Chr0nicles but I will not link that here.

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# | MASTERLIST 🕯️

These will be the complete list of my writing ‘s for this tumblr account ! + The fandom(s) I’m also in . Here are the rules of this account ! —> https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/733807925405106176/rules

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- Nico Robin — One-Shot ; https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/729015398718177280/this-is-a-one-shot-of-robin-having-a-regular-day — completed.

- Monkey D. Luffy — Smut ;

- Nico Robin — Smut ;

- Nico Robin — Aftercare ; — https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/729732210818744320/robin-s-aftercare-%EF%BE%9F completed.

- Nico Robin headcanons — ; https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/735821383106428928/nico-robin-headcanons completed.

- Vice-Admiral Jonathan — character analysis; completed.

- Nico Robin headcanons pt. 2 ; https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/743597082512883712/nico-robin-headcanons completed.

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- Kitana headcanons. — https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/738166602809442304/kitana-kahn-headcanons

- Kitana Wardrobe Analysis. — https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/738339470984773632/kitana-kan-wardrobe-analysis

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- Sonic & Nine’s selfishness towards each other — analysis. (Finished) https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/744956692744273921/sonic-nine-are-called-both-selfish-but-in

- What if Nine killed? (Finished) https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/746577625340870656/what-if-nine-was-a-bad-guy-what-if-he-is-willing

- Wave the Swallow — Character Analysis. https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/746941816961646592/a-small-character-analysis-inter-wave-the-swallow

- Question — What if Tails’ and his counterparts interacted? — https://www.tumblr.com/2309analysis/746972243149684736/what-do-you-think-would-happen-if-tails-sails

[theanoninyourinbox]

Two more Anons asked for RyeCloud and Good!Stepdad!DarkXGoldenflower! I added Swiftpaw and Lynxkit as DarkGolden kits as a treat!

In the first AU, Ryewhisker and Cloudberry get their leaders together to talk about getting a peace treaty together (both cats anxious about what might happen to the other if a fight happened) and accidentally set the clans on a path to inter-clan relationships being widely accepted. The pair settle on the border, becoming semi-permanent border guards, and stick in Riverclan when the kits are born, but only because it’s closer.

In the second AU, Darkstripe is Patchpelt and Willowpelt’s brother, and good friends with Goldenflower. When she decides she wants kits but not a mate, he volunteers on the condition he gets to be in their lives. His presence in the nursery saves Lynxkit from an adder that sneaks in for warmth, and he decides to become a nursery warrior. When Tigerclaw defects, Bramblekit and Tawnykit both have Darkstripe to fall back on. And when Swiftpaw, Lynxpaw, and Brightpaw go looking for what’s our in the woods, Darkstripe tails them, yanking Swiftpaw up into the tree to safety. Forewarned and shaken out of her stupor for a moment, Bluestar gives them proper warrior names before dying to the dogs a la canon. Darkstripe helps raise many kits, finally passing in the Great Battle, taking Brokenstar with him. And Darkstripe is there to give deputy Swiftleap a life for knowing when to change.

[gatheredfates]

time and treachery | ashley hawke & koret swan

Do you want to read all of my FFXIVWrite prompts? You can do that here!

JERK. an unlikable person. especially : one who is cruel, rude, or small-minded. TW: There is implied domestic violence here, but nothing super graphic. Please read at your discretion.

“Y’know, you’re kind of a jerk sometimes.”

“Can you just shut your mouth and patch me up already?”

The brush of medicinal alcohol caused Koret to hiss, jolting back as Ashe grabbed a hold of her wrist to keep her steady. It wasn’t common for the brawler to shift into a curative role these days, especially with Shiro becoming a doctor, but the rare times that the captain presented herself to her she found herself compelled, and the most basic of first aid came easy for someone who learned to patch themself up from their own mishaps. She went back in with the wipe, ignoring how the woman growled; twisting her lip into a crooked smile when she retorted, “You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe.” The wipe came away bloody, a darkened peat-brown like graves dug along the edges of Ala Mhigo, and smelled not too dissimilar to the aftermath of the Garlean invasion — clinical, chemical and rust-wound. She tossed it into the bin and retrieved another, continuing to dab at the wound. “Y’lucky it’s me and not Shiro. Could be a lot worse.”

She knew why it wasn’t Shiro. The two had a shared history; a shared bond, of sorts. Koret Swan didn’t need to explain why she came to her door black and blue — she didn’t need to rehearse the same story, the same twisted chorus or endure the pity fresh in the face of every chirurgeon within a thousand-malm radius.

“What pissed him off now?” Him. Not her. Ashe watched the way Kor snickered, her voice bemused but her eyes bereft of mirth. The side of her cheek bulged where her tongue pressed, like a deadened whale swelling with decay, but the words she might have said were interred to the rot until they sank into irrelevancy.

“When I find something that doesn’t, I’ll let you know.”

She looked at her then, amber-gold to earthen-brown, and Ashe’s chest grew tight. She hated how she couldn’t protect her — hated that, despite the fact they weren’t so different, time, people and circumstance had twisted them to different paths — and that the blood she dabbed away in thickening clots was only one separation away from her own.

“Papa always said he was a little bitch.”

He was more polite than that, but it made Kor laugh. 

Ashe smiled in return, casting off the final wipe before turning back and grabbing a hold of the small sewing kit. Threading the needle, she carefully pushed the skin of her eyebrow up and began to crudely stitch it back together.

“—Always said he had somethin’ t’prove, being the youngest. Said he would whinge like a baby if he didn’t get his way.” They were never things said to Ashley specifically, more… discovered in the night when they first arrived at Limsa Lominsa, bitterly thrown to their compatriots. They were snarled the last time the two men ever spoke to each other, trading blows beneath the Marauder’s Guild after an altercation in the Drowning Wench had the three imprisoned in the small holding cells — Ashe on the outside looking in, swiftly retrieved by the guards the moment she began to scream.

Dimitri was able to pay his way out, but her father remained.

She knew he made it difficult for them. She knew he felt… slighted by that night. Embarrassed. 

He liked Ashe because he thought she was a cabin boy. He scorned the pantomime of gender when he found out proper.

It never bothered her, but she knew it bothered Kor. There was tension in her fingers, her maw set in a hard line. How many times had the two been compared — how often did she wish she could be him, not knowing the him was a farce? 

The few times they traded looks when they were children, her in rags and she in Sunday best, she knew she loathed her. She also knew Lily didn’t know her at all.

Strange to mourn a cousin seen in glances.

Careful not to nick the skin, Ashe snipped the thread pulled to a tight knot. Kor let out the air she held in a sigh, ballooning her through the pain, and reached her hand up to touch her face. The skin was swollen, the outer edges already going blue.

“Thank you,” said after a beat — like it was a forgotten sentiment, a habit she was trying to retrain. Ashe laughed proper now and grabbed a hold of her hand.

“You’re welcome. Still kind of a jerk, though.”

“Blame my father,” she said, though Ashe swore she saw a proper smile there.

“I do! I really think if we knew each other better as kids we would ‘ave gotten along.”

At least they were together now — that was the thing that counted. Time and treachery had carved a rift between them but, even in the stoicism of the captain’s words, she knew the tender sentiment. “I think you’re pushing your luck.”

[eddieheart]

HELPING HANDS

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: slight Billy x Steve

Words: 870

Description: Dustin gets hurt, Billy knows what to do.

Dustin hadn't meant to get hurt, obviously, he just wanted to help. But now he had a huge gash on his leg. Max and El were holding him up at either side, helping him stumble into the Byers house.

They pushed the door open and stumbled inside, Max yelled out for help.

"Hello! Hello!" The pitter patter of footsteps could be heard as both Billy and Steve ran out from around the hallway.

"What's going on? Dustin!" Steve ran forward and muttered under his breath. "Shit. Shit. What happened?"

Billy stayed back for a minute until it was clear Steve had no idea what to do, then he ran off back the way they came. Max scoffed, of course her brother would leave at a time like this.

It was a shock to all of them when the same curly blonde head of hair came running back, arms full with a first aid kit, a knife and some towels. Billy was quick to take charge of the situation.

"Steve, put him on the couch." Just as Dustin was situated Billy cut off the boys pant leg just above the gash.

It was large and bleeding, rapidly covering the pant leg in crimson fluid. He grabbed the boys leg with care and lifted it above the boys head, placing it, propped up on a few books, on the coffee table.

Dustin was confused and scared, he shook slightly. He and Billy didn't exactly have a loving relationship. Dustin watched as the older boy straddled the coffee table, one leg on either side of his.

Billy quickly grabbed some gauze from the first aid kit and put them over the wound, he looked up to Dustin sympathetically.

"Sorry kid, this is gonna hurt okay. But I need to stop the bleeding." Dustin nodded timidly in response.

He pressed down onto the wound and Dustin let out a yell in pain and gripped onto the couch cushion tightly. They other stood shell shocked behind them.

"Billy, do you actually know what you're doing?" Max asked worriedly. With a sigh he looked up to her.

"Max, I'm the one that taught you to do this. I'm gonna need you to back off, okay?" He asked calmly. Max nodded sullenly in response.

After a few minutes he spoke again, just as softly as the first time.

"It looks like the bleeding's stopped okay. I'm gonna clean it now. Max get me some soap and warm water." She scurried off quickly and returned with dish soap and a bowl of water.

Billy placed the bowl under the boy's leg and gently removed the gauze. Taking a pair of tweezers Billy gently removed any large pieces of of grime, wether it be dirt or gravel. He then dipped a rag into the bowl and gently washed the remaining grime from the cut.

Dustin whimpered as the older boy worked, Steve placed a comforting hand into the boys shoulder and El stood beside him stoically.

Sighing Billy removed the red stained rag for the final time, letting it plop down into the water bowl. He reached behind him again and grabbed a tube of antibiotic cream and dabbed it into the cut.

"This is just an antibiotic. It's solution to help treat wounds and avoid infection." He glanced between the boy and Steve. "It looks deep it's gonna need stitches, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"And say what, sorry I can't explain how I got this huge cut, I was saving the world from a vary cute inter-dimensional monster, that I accidentally kept as a pet?" Billy nodded and leaned back.

A small suture kit sat in his gloved hands he looked up to the boy warily.

"This is really gonna hurt. Maybe we could um... Steve we got a flask or something?" He asked. Dustin shook his head wildly.

"No, no alcohol, my mom would kill me." Billy sighed again and shook his head.

"If you're sure." Dustin nodded and Billy got to work.

Quick hands, nimble fingers. He tied knots by wrapping the odd thread around weird scissors and pulling a loop. Dustin shook and whimpered but didn't cry.

The wound closed neatly with a few seemingly simple stitches and Billy sat back pleased with his work. Carefully he applied a bandage overtop if his cut and stood up. Grabbing the empty wrappers, he stuffed them into the garbage pail.

"You did really good kid." He gave a soft pat to the boys shoulders. "If it says dry change the dressing every day, if not you'll have to change it more often."

Billy wandered into the kitchen and washed his hands in the sink. Steve slowly approached him from behind.

"Where'd you learn to do that?" He asked softly.

Billy turned to face him, drying his hands on a nearby towel. He shrugged.

"Y'know Max and the skate park and Neil." Steve's face fell slightly and he nodded towards the boy.

Max held Dustin's shoulder gently and pet back his hair.

"I knew he'd know what to do, he always knows what to do. Billy I mean, he always knows." Max said softly.

"It was kinda cool." Dustin replied with a soft nod.

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