#it looks like the pickle has a moustache

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Mouth

[kaeyx]

i’m not a guy but ik you are so I’m trying to make this ask as gender neutral as possible

pmzai who acts like the stereotypical horny teenage boy, but 10x worse,, in his time in the pm he was not exposed to a lot of female or afab figures in general, so they seem almost like a holy grail to him. to him so much as touching boobs is only a fantasy, until he realized how into him you were. he’s so desperate to feel your body, to touch you, to feel you wrapped around his cock, it’s all he wants. he stares at the ceiling of shipping container as he lays in bed at night, not even jerking off but just thinking about how different and perfect your body is. pmzai is so perverted about it too,, and probably asks really intrusive questions without knowing how bad he sounds. it doesn’t matter if it’s guy, he just wants to touch some tits

-pmzai anon

Honestly I've been rotating this one around in my brain for a WHILE bc just. Yes. (written with a nb/transmasc reader in mind, implying they bind and are on hrt)

First off I would give him my tits after I got top surgery I bet I can convince the surgeon to let me pickle them and take them home.

He doesn't have time for any of that + I don't see as many women in the PM as there should be so yeah, his contact with afab bodies is pretty limited. When he hits teen age his body changes and he starts taking more notice of other people, especially the ones his age. You and Chuuya are prime candidates of course. Chuuya, so lean and lithe, pale and freckled and scarred with hair like fire, who's so effortlessly pretty it's unfair. He's seen Chuuya half naked before, when they swim in the canals or when he gets injured during a mission.

And you, who look... different. The first time Dazai sees you forgo your binder he can't help but stare, until you snap him out of it. It doesn't change anything really, except how he pictures you when he's alone in his container at night. Sometimes when it's especially cold he dreams of you and Chuuya, cuddled up to him and keeping him warm. And he dreams of feeling your soft breasts pressed against his back while you hug him, face pressed against his hair.

He doesn't think about your cock pressing into him anymore, he dreams of your cunt instead. Would it be soft? Tight? Dazai bets it would be divine, but the porn and the trashy romance books haven't helped him at all, he doesn't know what to expect.

And of course asks all sorts of incredibly inappropriate questions. First Mori because of course, and once he has a grasp of all the changes you're going through he goes to you for specifics. Where are you growing hair? Do you have a moustache yet? Is it true you have a dick now? He'd be fascinated by the dick part. Would almost force you to explain it to him and then fantasize about sucking you off, your chubby little cock fitting so perfectly in his mouth.

[burgerlabs]

got bored and wanted to make another one of these polls. so, for those who have not seen metalocalypse, or who simply arent as overwhelmingly familiar with the show as i am-

update: the answer was that murderface did not ever actually throw his boots at the director of blood ocean. yeah sorry, he does actually LARP in canon.

[teamstormbow]

I'm lumping all my superhero/supervillain ZRC plot bunnies into one Tumblr post since I doubt they'll ever develop into a full fanfic, but they still tickle, prickle and pickle my gray matter in so many good and unusual ways that I had to store them somewhere.

In this AU, Ze is a fire-themed superhero who routinely clashes with his arch-nemesis, a supervillain with ice powers known by the moniker 'Chilled'. Like I've said, I know this has been done a billion times already, but it's such a good premise, and not just 'cause they're associated with red and white and Chilled's name is… what it is. On the surface level, it seems as if their powers are in direct contrast to their personality. Ze is level-headed, quiet, keeps to himself most of the time. Some call him pragmatic and cold, even callous. But he's really, really passionate about the things he cares about, and keeping his city--and the world--safe, and when he gets angry, there's absolutely nothing subtle about it. His is the fury. That's the expression of his fire powers. Chilled is the hammiest, most affable moustache-twirling villain you could imagine and who somehow manages to embody every Italian stereotype simultaneously. He runs a booming financial business that thrives off the backs of the poor yet still has excellent PR, mostly because he can charm the pants off anyone. Charisma 100. But his heart is ice-cold. He doesn't care about anyone except himself and a very tiny group of people (famiglia, anyone?)--which includes, ironically, Ze--and everyone else can go hang.

Cheesy, meanwhile, is a kid with budding water magic who somehow finds himself caught up in Ze and Chilled's conflict in a very messy way: he's Ze's biological son who got surrendered to foster care early on without Ze ever knowing of his existence, then adopted by Chilled in a publicity stunt and tossed into the sterile, loveless environment of Chilled's corporate home. Cheesy looks up to Ze's alter-ego and wants to be like him when he grows up.

Conviction is the source of all magic, and the reason why Chilled and Ze are so powerful. Ze's fire burns so hot because he knows he's doing what's right. Chilled's ice is so cold because he'd stop at nothing to gain power. But each is hampered by the other: Ze can't bring himself to kill Chilled because of his moral code, and his fire always weakens before he can deal a killing blow. Chilled can't bring himself to kill Ze because it would mean giving up on his selfish desires, and his ice always melts before he can strike the mortal blow.

So they remain in this tentative balance for years, to everyone else's detriment. But it can't stay this way. Something happens to upset it--either Ze foils one too many of Chilled's plans, or Chilled kills one too many people, or both--and so they manage to overcome that last obstacle that's limiting their magic and go all out in one final, no-holds-barred beatdown that destroys half the city. I keep imagining a climax where their personalities seem to do a 180 and their powers are running rampant, stronger than they've ever been--except that's who they've been the entire time, their true colours are showing. And it ends with one of them dying. Either Ze sacrifices his moral integrity and kills Chilled for the greater good of his city, or Chilled decides that the obstacle Ze poses to his power outweighs any personal attachments and kills him.

Either way, it changes the survivor forever. Their magic reaches its full potential during the climax, but afterwards they're a shell of the men they were. After striking the final blow, the other's magic seeps into theirs and snuffs it out, manifesting in the water of their tears (because fire+ice=water). Chilled's ice would melt if Ze died, and Ze's fire would burn low if Chilled died, and both of their powers would never work right again; because the root of all magic lies in conviction, and their conviction has been irreversibly shaken.

So one's death would affect the other… but not enough to stay their hand. They'd still be a superhero/supervillain, because they've sacrificed too much to stop now; but they'd be a jaded superhero/remorseful supervillain with faulty superpowers. And Cheesy? If Chilled killed Ze, he'd see the truth of Chilled's actions, take up his biological father's mantle and become the city's new protector. But if Ze killed Chilled, he'd avenge his adoptive father by following in his footsteps, becoming the new Firm's CEO and the city's new villain. And the cycle continues.

[tuliprry]

cloudburst 2

summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead

warnings: mention of miscarriage, cheating, swearing, death, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 3.3k

part 1

it was 3am when tony got home, to his luck, y/n was in joey’s bedroom, dead asleep after mixing her sleeping pills with a shot of tequila to make sure she’s at least sleeping the whole night, joey in the other hand was tossing and turning, pickles, the tabby cat that belonged to the two sisters, was clearly bothered by joey’s lack of stillness, getting comfortable in between y/n’s legs. when joey heard the door she could feel her blood boil, she knew it had to be her sister to say something and yell but god she wanted to slap him and tell him to leave so badly.

but she didn't.

it was now morning, y/n yawned and rubbed her eyes, looking at her sister still dead asleep, she got up carefully to not wake joey nor pickles up, covering joey up after leaving the bed. the house was silent and her bed unmade, she assumed tony didn't sleep home and that hurt her heart, how her husband to be just completely changed his behaviour and she didn't know who she was marrying anymore. regardless, y/n got ready for work putting on black sweatpants that matched the black sweatshirt and her hair up in a ponytail, this wasn't usual for y/n, she likes dressing cute or finding clothes that would get the children happy like bunnies or cats, but today was just one of those days that y/n felt like a cloud was over her head and her head only.

as she got to school harry was already there, his moustache was more fluffy than usual and his hair messy and some curls covering part of his face, he is wearing a colourful knitted pullover and black jeans with his usual worn out beige from time trainers, his eyes immediately sparkled when he saw her, “good morning!” he says with a smile, “i got you something”, he hands her a paper bag with a red bow to her, “but my birthday isn’t for another 2 weeks harry”, y/n stated, “i know, i just um.. well, i know you love lang leav so i got a signed copy of lullabies for you” and it’s true, harry had searched he entire internet on how to get a signed copy of y/n’s favourite book for her, “oh my god harry… and you wrote me a note?”, “oh god don’t read it” but she did.

“y/n, thank you for being one of my best friends and always covering me up when i fall asleep on my desk. you’re the most special person i’ve ever met.

love,

harry”

“thank you harry… this is really special… like major special, i think this might be the best gift i’ve ever gotten after joey finding our cat pickles cosied up in waterstones” y/n embraced harry, “sometimes i wish i was marrying you instead” she whispered against his body, “did you say something?” harry questioned, “no, no.. sorry”, he heard it though, he heard it and for half a second he felt it in his heart… that he actually had a chance at y/n’s heart. their day went on as usual, divided the class in groups and focused mainly on art today, finger painting and shapes. for a moment y/n was at peace, her, harry and a bunch of sweet kids. when the classes ended, macy’s mum walked in with a frown on her face and walked up immediately to harry, that to every effect was macy’s teacher, “hello mr styles, i need to have a word with you and ms y/l/n if you don’t mind.” she was assertive, tall and looked like she was close enough to murder both harry and y/n. “oh yes of course, is everything okay with macy?.. um y/n can you come here”, y/n got up from her chair and walked towards them, keeping an eye on little macy that was sitting, waiting for her mum to grab her hand and leave. “so, my daughter tells me you two are together? is this true? because it’s very serious if you’re kissing in front of my daughter.” macy’s mum almost yells, “excuse me? as we told macy yesterday, we hugged because one of my special education students has a fear of hugging and i was showing him it was okay plus mr. styles is my friend and as we told macy friends hug each other, right macy?” y/n is the kindest person people will meet but she always knows when to speak up for herself and especially speak up for her students, “right ms y/l/n! keith hug u too”, the little girl speaks, “keith is a little boy in the autism spectrum that loves hugging his family but feared hugging me even though he wanted to. so no mr. styles and i are not in a relationship and if we were it would have been approved by the school”, harry has a stupid smirk on his face, proud of y/n for speaking the truth. “oh jesus i’m so sorry, macy just really made it sound inappropriate”, “she has a big imagination” harry adds.

back at home, as y/n steps foot in her bedroom she sees tony removing his tie, "oh.. hey", he says, looking in the mirror, "can we talk tony?", y/n requested as she sat down next to him in bed, "sure? i don't have much time i need to change for drinks with my boss”, tony replied, "listen, i don't know what changed, but i need you to be honest with me here tony, you barely spend anytime home, you barely touch my food when i cook, you don't touch me, we haven't had sex in two months, at first you said i was still fragile but what's the excuse now? you don't kiss me, you don't tell me you love me, you have stopped giving ideas for our wedding day.. do you even want to get married?" y/n snapped, she had those words stuck in her throat for a while now, "y/n.." tony sighs, "couldn't you have waited for me to come back from work?", the dismissal in his voice almost sends y/n through the fucking roof. "excuse me? who do you think you're talking to, antonio? i'm not some client you're upset with for some stupid reason i'm supposedly your future wife!" y/n hates raising her voice, but she's yelling at this point, “c'mon. let's talk after dinner.", his words sound even colder now, "no. let's talk now! look me in my fucking eyes." tony had never seen y/n like this and deep down he feared what she could do next. "y/n vamos a tener calma por favor (let's be calm please)", "don't tell me to calm down! i won't calm down until you tell me what the fuck changed!", "JESUS CHRIST I'M FUCKING SOMEBODY ELSE! THERE ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY Y/N? AND NOT JUST THIS GIRL BUT MULTIPLE OTHERS BECAUSE YOU LOOKED HORRIBLE AFTER THE MISCARRIAGE-", "get out", "y/n!", "don't bother coming back."

the house was silent for awhile, joey had heard everything from the other room but was too scared to approach y/n and worse, seeing her sister like that, joey swallowed her tears and gently pushed the door of y/n's room, y/n is sitting in bed cutting up all of tony's clothes, not even crying, just destroying everything of tony's that happened to cross her eyes. "in any other moment i'd tell u you should have done this sooner but.. um.. do you want to talk.. about it?" joey sits next to her sister, "he cheated on me... multiple times", y/n agonised, she was saying words she would never expect to say, especially about the man she was marrying in less than 4 months, "i couldn't even defend myself.. i just told him to get out", that's when the tears started forming in y/n's eyes, dreading that she had to go and live her life after finding out her soon-to-be-husband had multiple affairs, the house became silent again, joey, for the first time in her life, had no words to say to her sister and was just resting her head on y/n's, hoping silence would be the perfect answer on a moment like this. “joey… i’m gonna catch some air.. if you don’t mind” but y/n found herself following her usual route to school, almost unconsciously looking for harry, in the moment she didn’t want anyone else nor talk to anybody else, just him.

y/n didn't care anymore, she could feel her feet moving towards harry as his lips moved, he was worried about her but she couldn't answer or even think of an answer, she simply didn't care about keeping her decorum and being a good fiancé anymore, she likes harry, she knows she does. it's almost all in slow motion for y/n, the 20 seconds it took her to walk towards harry felt like 5 minutes, and the way their lips crashed felt like an eternity, but this time to both of them. harry's hands placed on y/n's lower back, and their tongues intertwined as one, harry's moustache was a good add-on to the kiss, y/n thought, it tickled but in a good way, harry's brain was almost empty, he couldn't actually process what was happening right on his desk but he didn't care either, he had been living this moment in his mind for such a long time he doesn't really give a fuck if it's a mistake or not, he has the woman of his dreams wrapped around him, all his.

"y/n." harry interrupted the kiss, his mouth opened as he hesitated in his next words, "as much as i'm enjoying this you... you're getting married-" y/n put her indicator over his mouth, shushing him, "harry.. i want this.. please" y/n whispered, "tony has been cheating on me and i'm done pretending i'm not into you and i don't crave you, i'm done pretending i don't wish i was marrying you instead", both of them remained silent after her statement, harry's thumb caressed y/n's cheek in disbelief, disbelief that she got cheated on, disbelief that she was there in front of him confessing some type of love for him, "harry... i'm sorry if i look like i'm using you that's totally not what i want, i can leave if you want" y/n added, "no. god no. please stay... with me"

our couple kept kissing, kissing like it’s the end of the world and they want to enjoy their last few minutes together, y/n's legs wrapped around harry's waist, he stood tall, one hand holding y/n and the other trying to find the keys of the nurse's office, they honestly had so much tension between them they could do it right there, but even in the middle of so much lust they hadn't forgotten where they were, in their workplace, where a kid who forgot a pencil or a parent picking a forgotten jacket could walk in at any moment. harry's eyes lit up as y/n suggested minutes before "we can always do it in the nurse's office" leading them to here.

harry finally reached the key handing it to y/n, he grabbed a condom as well putting him in the left back pocket of his black jeans. "good lord i don't think i can make it to the office" harry exclaimed, he could feel his briefs squeezing his cock, grunting and sighing with his forehead against y/n's.

the nurse's office is silent, the walls are painted in a light blue with multiple cartoon drawings sticked to the walls, as well as drawing's made to the school's nurse, harry tenderly placed y/n on top of one of the beds in the room, locking the door behind him. "y/n...are you sure you want to do this?" harry questioned, to harry consent was key, but this time even more considering they were quite literally homewrecking. "fuck me harry, please", her eyes were filled with lust, her hands now unbuttoning the white top she has on, as well as unzipping the midi light purple silk skirt, "such an eager girl aren't you? fuck, such nice tits" his lips immediately met y/n's neck leaving love bites all over her cleavage, her skirt fell to the ground, leaving her pussy barely covered by a sheer white lace, harry's hands travel all over her body stopping near the already so wet area, as his fingers placed directly on her clit she couldn't help but whimper, "is this good" harry's voice was slightly deeper than usual still caring but somewhat assertive, y/n couldn't pronounce any words already, harry's fingers attached to her clit, rubbing and pinching, she cried out an almost inaudible "yes" in the middle of the gasps and moans, "couldn't hear you sweet pea, what did you say? can't continue if you don't talk to me." he removed his fingers from the white lace making y/n cry one more time, the loss of touch worked wonderfully as a motivation for y/n to speak, “that was so good, please don’t stop” y/n purred, grabbing harry's hand, placing it exactly where he left off. "good girl" he crooned removing his hand right after, "actually... let me take care of you in other ways", he got on his knees pulling y/n's legs apart, having a perfect look of her pussy, glistening and swollen, sending shivers down in his spine and almost making him cream in his pants like an impatient teenager. before smoothly removing her panties, harry's lips were attached to her inner thighs, from little pecks to leaving marks all over, the white mesh hadn't even hit the floor when his fingers started stroking y/n's clit once more, his tongue joined not long after, running up and down on y/n's very wet entrance. "fuck, you taste like heaven", harry admired the image in front of him yet he was not able to detach his mouth from her juices more than a few seconds, his tongue swirled inside her like it was his last meal, y/n gripped onto harry's hair, pulling and tugging it, "harry.. harry" she cried out, "oh fuck", y/n's legs were shaking, she could feel her climax closer than before, "harry i'm gonna cum" she panted, feeling her pussy clench as harry continued to lick her folds and gently biting her clit. "oh princess... look at the mess you made" his fingers brushed against the already very sensitive cunt, "such a pretty mess... let me clean it up, yeah?", that almost made y/n cum again, "harry... harry please let me cum on your cock" she pleaded, placing her weight on her elbows so she can clearly see his face, "god fuck! yeah let me um grab that condom", he got up trying to take the packet from his pocket, "no.. no i need to feel you harry", the words ring in his ears, he drops his jeans on the floor and quickly takes his briefs off, ramming into y/n's pussy, kissing her to muffle the moans coming from the both of them. they still don't know what went through their heads, and harry's thrusts inside y/n made them forget even more the world out side the room they're in, y/n's pussy clenching around harry's length, "harry i'm gonna cum again", quiet moans echoed in the room, "fuck sweets i'm so close too", he grunts as he fills her up, none of them had such a aggressive, carnal, fervent affair like this one, so full of intimacy and honey flavoured words yet so mad and potent in the sweet turbulent heated and urgent moment, nothing else mattered to them.

they're getting dressed, harry can't stop himself from staring and interrupting y/n just to steal one more kiss, "you know it's funny, the only other time i had sex in a nurse's office was in my first year of university" y/n giggles, followed by harry buttoning the rest of her top, "really? that's a weird coincidence!" he said with a tone of surprise in his voice, "on my senior year i also had sex in a nurse's office.. she was likely from your class, she was a freshman i believe", "trying to make me jealous, mr styles?" y/n gave him a little peck, "is it working?" he smiled now buttoning his shirt, "but for real, she was a freshman and we were at this guy's off campus house.. bryan something, god she never even told me her real name, said it was aimee and then said it was a lie but she wanted something she could have fun and not get attached to it” he buttons the last button and then looks at a horrified y/n, “what? i didn’t mean to upset you i was 21 back then”, he says worriedly, “no.. harry.. god.. i.. i once told a guy my name was aimee and it was my first time and i wanted to get it over with and then my friend niall banged on the door and we both burst out laughing-“, “y/n.. you look very different”, “god harry stop how did we end up in the same situation again”, harry grabs her chin, “let’s say it was destiny” he whispers kissing y/n passionately.

harry drove y/n home, the ride was filled with giggles and reminiscing their affair from their uni days, they couldn't explain why they didn't recognise each other but it felt too much like a sign from universe, bringing them together again. "we're here", harry gets closer to give y/n a kiss and she stops him, "joey is for sure observing us from the window, i'm sorry" her voice trembles, "no.. don't be sorry. i'll see you tomorrow?" he asks knowing her answer but she still nods, whispering a goodbye followed by a smile.

"y/n!" joey exclaims running to the door to hug her older sister, "was that harry? why didn't he come in? i made coffee!" she says pointing to the alone mug in the kitchen, "oh um.. he just drove me home" y/n placed her bag on one of the hooks right next to the door, "i thought you left to catch some air.. you went to school?" joey rubbed y/n's back, not imagining what could possibly be going through her sister's mind, y/n started tearing up, "oh y/n it's okay tony was a jerk! you're better off without him", the younger sister says trying to ease y/n, "joey i fucked harry" y/n blurs out, she has never been good at keeping secrets from joey, especially now that they spend 99% of their free time together, "i'm a girl with a broken engagement that fucked her co-worker that happens to be one of her best friends, i'm horrible joey" y/n's crying made her sniffle in between words, some understandable and others completely inaudible, "wow.. wow let's go back, you fucked harry?" joey's eyes widened, "and i liked it", joey let a small laugh out, "i knew you liked him”, she remains with a silly smile on her lips, “and you’re not horrible, you kinda paid tony back.. by fucking your really hot co-worker/friend… please let me grab you a mug i really need to know what happened in that school, you fucked in the classroom?” joey questions semi horrified.

“no..no we did it in the nurse’s office”

“oh that’s interesting”

“and there’s more”

“more?? maybe i don’t want to know..”

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[natelia-aldelliz]

Omg weird mustache man from both Kyle and Gary, oof, do they call him that out loud as well, because kids have no sense of tact, so I can just imagine them calling him that instead of price. Those drawings are amazing.

Also chapter 6 of the werewolf au is incredible! I’m dying, roach is both speed running his own romance with Johnny while also being the ultimate wingman for Simon, like, those are nice pants, I bet they’d look great on ghosts floor.

Baby Gaz when he warms up a little, pointing at Price's facial hair : What is that?

Price : Wh-what, my beard? My moustache?

Baby Gaz, instantly tearing up : uuuuuh 😭

Price : ???

Baby Roach : Don't cry! Is's not his fault is's ugly! Is's just like that sometimes!

Price : 😢

Nik : 🤣🤣🤣

They probably call him weird moustache man until he has the genius idea to tell them to call him Cap because he is a pirate captain, which does have the downfall of making them play as pirates... Pretty savage pirates... Thankfully they're too young to know what mutiny is.

Lmao Roach is like "how did you do anything without me??" also, he's the "he asked for no pickles" person of that relationship

Ghost : stop flirting with Soap for me! 😳

Roach : why, were you going to do it yourself?

[tkachuktkaching]

Throwback Interview with Matthew Tkachuk from 2020 during the Covid Shutdown

Tkachuk misses hockey but cherishes time with his family

In an interview with CTV Calgary, (April 1st 2020) Tkachuk said things like the global pandemic sure seem different in St. Louis.

“I don’t think things are great anywhere," he said. "(Although) here in St. Louis, it seems it’s going maybe a little bit better than some of the other big cities in the United States.”

Of course Matthew Tkachuk misses playing NHL hockey. He’s been around the game since he was a little boy, and his dad Keith was an NHL all-star with the Blues. But with what's going on around the world, Tkachuk said sports is the last thing people should be thinking about now.

“Try to forget about the things that aren’t important,” he told CTV.

“This is a very very serious deal and we need to kill this (coronavirus) before it takes a larger chunk out of our population," he added.

Like other athletes, Tkachuk is doing all he can to stay in shape. He’s been going for runs, long walks, playing pickle ball and basketball on the courts at home. And he says there’s another thing that’s helped him stay in shape.

“My parents have one of those Peloton bikes. The Peloton bike has been kicking my butt each morning on the bike rides.”

Tkachuk said the thing he misses most about hockey is being away from the team. Hockey players spend a lot of time with each other. Tkachuk says he misses the whole routine with his teammates.

“You see them and you go through all the ups and downs with them. So not having them during those times is definitely hard.”

Matthew Tkachuk does have a different look these days. His mom wanted him to get rid of his scraggly facial hair. Gone is the beard but the moustache remains.

“My mom was like horrified. My sister was disgusted. But my brother loved it so he’s going to try to do it but he can’t grow any hair on his face,” Tkachuk said.

“I’m just going with the look right now to try and lighten the mood in the house. Every time they see me, they laugh so I guess I’m making their days a little bit funnier - so that’s what I’m here for.”

Tkachuk said he and his siblings haven’t driven his parents crazy yet. Well - maybe dad Keith, but certainly not mom Chantal, who he says she looks at the positives and loves the fact that all her babies are home so she can take care of them.

source : calgary.cctvnews.ca

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever had any article of clothing tailored? What for? Sure. I've always been petite so when I'm gifted or handed down clothes that are a bit too large on me, I have them altered when I have the time.

Do you watch Degrassi? If so, what do you think about it? I've never watched Degrassi but I'm quite familiar since I used to have an internet friend who was otherwise obsessed.

Do you welcome people back when they say they have returned? For the most part, yeah. Enthusiastic greeting is in my Filipino DNA, lol.

What are two foods you think taste good with whipped cream? Nothing, to be honest. Whipped cream doesn't even taste like anything lol and while I don't have anything bad to say about it, it's also not really value-adding taste-wise.

How long would it take you to walk to the nearest fire hydrant?  I'm not sure tbh...5 minutes? 10 minutes? I should pay attention to where we have fire hydrants around here haha.

Do you own anything that has the words or picture of ‘moustache’?  Nah, definitely not since the early 2010s.

When you see a feather on the ground, do you ever pick it up?  Nope.

Are you able to play the harmonica? Do you ever want to take lessons?  I don't know how to play it expertly, though it also doesn't sound like something for which I'd be interested in taking lessons.

If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef?  Rare steak and in burgers. That's about it. I'm not a big beef fan.

How would you feel marrying the man you love who has already a son? Continued from who know when? If I'm marrying them I would assume I would have also already accepted becoming a mom.

Have you ever played Roller Coaster Tycoon? What did you think of it?  I've heard of it many times before but don't think I ever played it. I played tons of many other knockoff rollercoaster games though.

What foods go good with radishes?  I usually have pickled radish on the side when I have jjajangmyeon.

When you are chopping onions, does it really affect your eyes personally?  I don't cook, but when my parents cook and use onions it does sting a lot, to the point that it would be unbearable to be downstairs for a few moments.

How long can you hold your breath for? Is there anyone who is better?  I don't know but generally my track record isn't great. I could do close to a minute to a little over, and I know others could do much better.

When was the last time you had a pet goldfish? What was its name?  I wouldn't remember specifics but I'm sure I would've still been in the single-digit ages.

Would you rather have a loaf of bread or meat loaf right now?  Bread. Meatloaf looks so nasty.

Are you insecure about your height? What made you think this way?  Nah, I've learned to embrace being smaller than average haha. Filipinos are also short anyway so even though I'm only barely 5'2", I don't stand out.

Do you enjoy mayonnaise with French fries? Why or why not?  It's the only way I eat my fries, if not on their own.

What are the oldest pair of pants you still wear? How old are they? I have a pair of high-waist denim jeans that I've had since like college.

Did your last significant other have a huge temper? They did if you called them out because apparently they're incapable of making any mistakes and shouldn't be criticized ever.

What was the topic discussed in the last meeting you attended? An upcoming event we're supposed to be planning for.

What is your opinion on Indonesia? Would you ever travel there? How about Syria? Would you ever travel there? Why or why not? I love lndonesian cuisine, and yes I've already been there – I was around 14 and our family took a week-long trip to Bali. I don't have much of an opinion on Syria but don't really plan on heading there.

What are the three events this year you are looking forward to?  My birthday, seeing Seventeen next week, and getting Jin and Hobi back from the military.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "I'm ambitious. I'm going to find *all of it*. All the pieces."

KIM KITSURAGI - "All of it?" The lieutenant raises his brow. "There are junior officers out there, eager to prove themselves. I would leave *some* for them, but okay. Let's find *all of it*."

New task: Find all armour pieces

CALL ME MAÑANA- "A Mesquese epic then, all across Martinaise." He glances south, where the canal runs: "I hope it will be a real *bonanza* for you."

4. "Thank you for the cooperation, sir."

CALL ME MAÑANA- "No problem." He finally takes a swig from the flask. "If you see that kid, thank him from Call Me Mañana. Thank him for showing me the *way*."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He is sincerely grateful he is not tracking down pieces of armour right now.

2. "I'm looking for assistance with a *dead body* situation."

CALL ME MAÑANA- "Body still hangin' in the tree?" He rubs his chin as if pondering his core beliefs. "Aye, that's a rough pickle... can't help you with that, sorry."

"I'm not really an admirer of dead bodies. Might be someone else from the Union can render assistance..." He shrugs.

"Does this mean you can let me through the gate?"

CALL ME MAÑANA - "I don't operate in that capacity. I'm not a *granter of passage*." He takes a swig and points up the stairs with his flask. "The passage grants itself."

EMPATHY [Challenging: Success] - Beneath the jolliness he suddenly seems doubtful.

"That simple? I just walk in?"

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Aye -- walk right past Measurehead and go in."

"Past Measurehead?"

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Yeah, the two-and-a-half-metre tall Semenese supremacist there." He points to the bridge above the gates. "Walk right past him..."

"Right."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "... then press the button to unlock the door..."

"Aha."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "... then go past him again..."

"Okay."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "... and you enter the harbour through the office. Esta!"

"Hmm, for some reason it doesn't seem like it's going to be that easy..."

"Uh. Gotcha. I think I have some questions for you first."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Don't worry, I'm sure it's not *completely* impossible. For example, you could best Measurehead in a physical confrontation."

"Or you could convert to his Semenese supremacist world view. Or, hmm," he strokes his moustache, "maybe it actually *is* completely impossible."

"Has anyone here ever bested him in a physical confrontation?"

"Has any of the scabs tried converting to his world view?"

"Got it. Another thing..."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Not yet, no." He fixes his eyes on you, evaluating your prowess. "He's... incredibly strong."

2. "Has any of the scabs tried converting to his world view?"

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Jean-Luc himself would say the philosophy has proven... *overly heroic* for the scabs to convert to. Not enough intuition."

3. "Got it. Another thing...."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Sure." The man whistles a jaunty tune, the wind rustling his whiskers.

2. "I'm a bit short on *money* right now. Can you give me some of it?"

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Sure thing, my friend, I can help you out." He flips a coin toward you.

[Hand/Eye Coordination - Medium 10] Try to catch it.

Let it fall on the ground.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - The coin lands into your hand as if it has always belonged there. The swallow returns.

"Appreciated."

Say nothing, pocket the coin.

+5 XP +0.10 real

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Always glad to help out the RCM. Shame I can't do more -- things are meagre at the moment, due to..." He nods toward the protesters.

"You know -- the winter's fat is slowly running out and all. Still better than scabbing, though."

"The Union has problems getting by?"

"Every little bit helps, you know."

"Gotta spend money to make money."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "Nothing to worry about, really. The jam's a bit of a mess, cargo can't get in or out. The rationing is a bit stricter, is all. Supplies should last the strike, though."

"Every little bit helps, you know."

CALL ME MAÑANA - "I'm always glad to help out when possible -- not like these slithering scabs." He looks at them in disbelief.

2. "What's the strike about anyway?"

CALL ME MAÑANA - "You know... serious business." He smiles. "I'm sure the big boss would be glad to tell you. You'll have to ask him first."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He's a chatty guy. *Wants* to talk about the strike. Return once you've met the Union boss, and are on a better footing with the organization.

3. "Nice talk. Gotta get moving." [Leave.]

A notice: "IN CASE OF A STRIKE - PRESS BUTTON BEHIND GUARD"

A hermetically sealed door. Locked by electronic means.

There's no lockpicking or door-kicking this one.

MEASUREHEAD - "YOUR BODY BETRAYS YOUR DEGENERACY."

MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Yeah, Measurehead, his body totally betrays his degeneracy," the young woman at the giant's side agrees.

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - Don't say anything, size him up first.

Say nothing, size him up first.

"What do you mean, my body betrays my degeneracy?"

"My body does *not* betray my degeneracy!"

"My body is unimportant. We're with the police and we need to get to the harbour."

"We don't have time to get into this now." [Leave.]

MEASUREHEAD - "ARE YOU ADMIRING MY MORPHOPHYSIOLOGY?" A ripple of muscle passes underneath his skin. He lets you look.

IT MUST BE FRIGHTENING TO STAND IN THE SHADOW OF THIS *RACIAL PINNACLE*. BE CALM, HAM SANDWICH. YOU ARE NOT IN DANGER, BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A THREAT TO ME."

Puff out your chest, still say nothing.

"What do you mean, my body betrays my degeneracy?"

"My body does *not* betray my degeneracy!"

"My body is unimportant. We're with the police and we need to get to the harbour."

"We don't have time to get into this now." [Leave.]

MEASUREHEAD - "WHAT IS THIS *ANDROGYNOUS* DISPLAY OF SEXUAL MATURITY?" He looks down at you, taking stock of your physique.

ENDURANCE [Medium: Failure] - Merely standing up makes you sweat profusely. Your breathing is erratic. Your own heartbeat in your ears grows frantic and you feel your blood pressure rise.

MEASUREHEAD - "STOP IT. YOU ARE EMBARRASSING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THIS WOMAN, AND YOUR PAEDOMORPHIC FRIEND."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm...."

MEASUREHEAD - "THIS DISPLAY OF WEAKNESS MAY APPEAL TO OLDER WOMEN, WITH A STRONGER MATERNAL INSTINCT -- BUT IT IS A LIABILITY, HERE ON *BATTLEFIELD MARTINAISE*."

MEASUREHEAD'S BABE - "Jean-Luc, his body is betraying his degeneracy pretty hard..." She holds her nose. "Maybe you can ask him to leave?"

[thestalkerbunny]

TSB Plays Legends Arceus Part 25

I Wish you two would not show up. At 7am. And have these conversations just. Right outside my house. Like. I get it. You....You two hate love each other. I’m pretty sure at one point, your bloodlines are gonna TOUCH and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be YOU TWO to do it. But like. These walls are so thin. SO thin. Whoever is in the house NEXT to me has a VERY active and loud sex life. The other neighbor SNORES. And you two keep rolling up. RIGHT next to my house. To yell at each other. Please.  For the LOVE of a HORSEY GOD.

It’s 7am. We did not have to have this meeting to make this statement. Can’t you ever just send me a LETTER?

Oh Jesus, Finaly Noble? About TIME. After this I can take a BREAK? Maybe take up hat weaving? Get some new standels cause the ones I got now? Busted to all hell walking around doing ya’lls Chores for you.

Look if we’re being honest, I’m not really a Salvation. I’m just a person who has trouble saying NO to things. Almost like this game is rigged so I can’t say no.

Avalugg? Ya’ll have them here? It GETS that cold? I thought they were native to Kalos. What are they doing this far East?

Well  yeah, it’s believed an Avalugg sunk the Titanic while it was on a migratory path from Greenland and the boat accidentally rammed it. Sank the damn thing. Most everyone was okay tho, it was moving slow enough for people to climb on it’s back.

Raising your voice. You need to STOP yelling. I reiterate.

7 AM.

Hush.

And you guys are literally colonists from another war torn country. You are ALSO aliens to this country. So nobody’s hands are really CLEAN here, so let’s put that ACCUSATORY TONE AWAY.

I-

YOU. IT’S YOU. THE EVERYONE IS JUST YOU. Everyone else is literally COOL with me. The Pickle lady, the kids in the village, the FARMERS, the BUIZEL Dude, BENI AT THE MOCHI PLACE, the fashion lady-Literally everyone gives me the time of day while as YOU act like I’m running in here with a LOCKED AND LOADED STUNKY UNDER MY ARM. You’re the one with the problem with me.

Cyllene? Girl you good?

Jesus girl why you in the floor, did you fall what are-

Wurm.

Wurm.

Nothing you can ever say or do will ever remove the fact I SAW that entire interaction you just had with a Wurmple, Cyllene. I’m going to go back to the future, I’m going to track down Cyrus and TELL HIM he’s desendend of a WORM COWARD.

Yeah no, they’re notoriously peaceful, they’re actually similar to Wailords and eat copious amounts of Krill from the ocean.

Fair point; this is the first time in any of these LORD QUESTS that it makes feasible sense for me to intervene cause that could be an actual THREAT to people.

Oh so....so you DONT think I should go? So the first time I think it’s PLAUSIBLE to go just CHECK IN ON SHIT with good reason-you’re like, nah let’s just stay home.

That has never STOPPED any of you before in the context of sending me into danger. Are we finally growing a conscious?

They’re BIG What’s more to understand.

I don’t know. What does that guy even have going on besides moustache grooming and RAISING HIS VOICE AT PEOPLE? Maybe he’s just a control freak?

Sosig man. That’s what you are. Sosig man.

Thank you Rei, I’ll bring you back a snowball.

Don’t worry I have one thing ya’ll don’t have.

I got me some SNOW SHOES.

[lazyboycentral]

Yooo, let's talk G1 Climax 33!!

I. Am. SO FAR BEHIND on G1 Climax this year...just like I was with Best of Super Juniors. I ended up only watching matches I was interested in with BoSJ, and it looks like it'll be the same with G1. I'm probably gonna miss some bangers (apparently the match between Okada and Taichi was really good, but I'm not much for Taichi). So who WILL I be following?

From baby-boy A BLOCK, I'll be following Shooter Shota, Ren Narita, and Yota Tsuji. That first match between Umino and Narita was so explosive and full of energy; these two got that youthful hunger and it shows. As for Yota...I'll just say it man, I am straight up THIRSTING for this man. I've stated before that he's becoming my new wrestler crush, but now it's pretty much official. The glow-up he's had since coming back from excursion has done that man good. He's got that aggressiveness and confidence that's gonna make him a star in New Japan...which always seemed to be the case, as we now know all those mysterious teaser trailers we've seen since New Japan Cup this year were all about him. NJPW clearly wants him to be big, and I gotta say...they hooked me. That man can Gene Blast me anyday.

Okay, now that Sex God Tsuji is out of the way, let's blast through the rest. B BLOCK has all my favorite picks, including himbo supreme El Phantasmo, the ABSOLUTE PIMP Great-O-Kahn (all hail), the guy that nearly paralyzed Kenny Omega, and my favorite boy of all time, KENTA. Tanga Loa is here too, which while it's great to see him again after so long, that rough debut match he had with KENTA was...not so great. Hope his knee gets better. Plus hey oh wow, Okada is in B BLOCK! What a fun way to mix things up. I haven't seen his match against ELP but I remember thinking to myself "oh no ELP, I love you but this will not end well for you." I might be wrong, guess I'll see when I get to it.

C BLOCK and D BLOCK are just sorta "meh" to me. All the handsome mens are on C, my picks being David Finlay, EVIL, and Shingo Takagi (the most handsome one on that block, fight me over it). Eddie Kingston is also on C BLOCK which I admittedly want to see how well he does here. And Aaron Henare's new look sure is something, ain't it? It's very culturally significant and I'm happy for him, but I sure will miss that moustache. Speaking of, we got Alex Coughlin in D BLOCK, who's one of my favorites from the old LA Dojo days (kinda glad he joined Bullet Club and dropped that stupid "android" schtick...same goes for Clark Connors and his whole...thing). We also got Jeff Cobb, another crush of mine, as well as...the rest. I mean there's Naito and Tanahashi and Zack Sabre Jr...lots of legends here. But none of them really tickle my pickle the likes of ELP and Yota do.

So who's gonna win G1 Climax this year? Seems too early for me to tell right now, but if I had to choose, I'm honestly going with B BLOCK's Taichi. I couldn't give two shits about that man, but he's had such an incredibly strong start during this tourney that it's hard to see him not at least reach the finals. As much as I'd want to see Narita or Tsuji from A win it all, I find it more believable to see them at least make it to the semifinals. I'd love to see Kingston be the victor of C BLOCK, but I kinda want to see Finlay up there, since this "New Bullet Club" arc has been picking up lots of steam lately. And for D BLOCK...um...Toru Yano. Because it would be funny.

Also I'd want to watch NJPW Strong Independence Day soon because I missed out on it and also Alex Zayne was there and good god I miss that gorgeous man.

[ben-the-hyena]

It was at first a simple thought but I am SO starting to ship Mugman and Angel the fishing fish girl HARD and making HCs of them

Him crushing hard on her ever since they met in the game, him 11 she 12 and "suffering" that she is in Middle School already far away from his Elementary School (yeah apparently the fact they are "kidults" got retconed in recent media so oh well I accepted it in my HC)

Cuphead being the best matchmaker making sure they would fish together

Them dating quite quickly once his super awkward beginnings were over and she saw his real cute self

Their first kiss was a surprise from her, him peering at the water after she had dived in to go home and she went back to the surface to smooch him. He sat there hours like a statue

She being like Penny from Gumball to him, him Gumball if he had many more braincels and more kindness. Also "he asked for no pickles" kind of dynamic, he might have beaten the Devil himself he still is shy and she is sweet but can be assertive

They both are school nerds, he tries even less to do stupid things like in the game now to look more serious to her (but often fails ; I mean, Cuphead is Cuphead), that is until he finds out she sometimes too skips school when she pretends to be sick just to go fishing

She is a fan of paranormal and ghosts, so he introduces her to Chalice but also other ghostly bosses

They love dates at the carnaval. They love rides, like the kissing tunel (Mugman's favorite, he's romantic and very shy so at least nobody sees them) and the spooky mansion (her favorite, Mugman has to brace himself but they have an excuse to hug). They also do homework at home or the library together which kinda count as dates

Him not knowing how to swim and she teaching him how to, as well as hold his breathe the longest

She quickly becoming part of the Cup friends, with Cuphead she knew already and Chalice she "plots" with between girls especially when the 2 bros become too much

Mugman being so carried away that once he turns 12 he asks her in marriage to which she obviously goes "woah there buddy we're kids"... without saying no either

So that they marry when he turns 18 after having been engaged for years. The wedding night was awkward since a first for both

They live near the river, so that she can reach the water anytime. They also have a pool and 3 bathrooms and lots of bottles in case

Mugman is the one to cook. Not that she sucks or doesn't like, but he is great and loves

He would grow a moustache for Angel because he overheard her in a conversation with Chalice how she loved that in men in general. He would be made fun of by everyone for looking older but Angel, she loved him without it already but she wouldn't say no

They may be young, they act like an already old married couple for how much in sync they are which of course earns teasing from Cuphead to Mugman "Mugsy you are 21 and you only knew and chained yourself already to one woman"

They have a great contraceptive mean : like all fishes reproduction happens only if she lays leggs and they get fertilized. They just don't touch these eggs and they end up dying

They'd wait longer for this in order to enjoy themselves at their fullest first, but they'll eventually become parents of a daughter I had already mentionned

[purpleandgreen13]

Inktober Day 2

Favourite Crop

Day 2 and Harvey gets parsnips from the farmer. He decides to do something nice in return.

Spring Year 1

Doctor Harvey is sitting in the reception on a particularly and noticeably stagnant day in the clinic he runs in Pelican Town. Lewis called in for some eye-drops at 9.00am promptly, but since then he has no business all day. He was tempted to close up shop when the door creaked open and in stepped the farmer.

“Afternoon Doctor Harvey!” The farmer spoke cheerily. “Ooh, it’s quiet today.” They peer around the empty space of the waiting room. “Never mind, the first crop of this year’s parsnips are ready! Bumper one too! I’ve brought you a few to taste!”

Harvey’s moustache quirked as he smiled. The farmer is always so kind. He hoped that they would make a success of that old farm they’d taken over, they worked so hard, they deserved it.

He takes the parsnips with thanks and bids the farmer good day. They wave at the door one last time, “Gotta go Doctor Harvey, farm work is never ending and these parsnips won’t give themselves away!”

That evening, after a frustratingly quiet day, Harvey has energy to spare and his thoughts linger on the kindnesses the new farmer has bestowed on him recently; almost daily coffee, pickles in little jars, just enough for one person, little samples of truffle oil.

It’s time he returned the favour he decided.

He gets out his laptop and searches for parsnip recipes.

“Soup!” He says to no-one in particular. “Perfect.”

He never cooks. The microwave he has may be the most overworked piece of equipment in his poor excuse for a kitchen. Harvey is usually too tired after a day in clinic to cook proper meals and somehow it seems such a waste of time to be cooking for one. Microwave meals are very handy.

But today he decides to make something from scratch for the farmer to pay them back for all their kindness.

He spends a few minutes making a list and goes next door to Pierre’s general store to pick up ingredients.

Milk and vinegar, along with an onion, celery, a carrot, thyme and ginger.

If he’s read the recipe correctly, he just chops everything up and throws it in a pan. Right? Right?!

He hands the money over to Pierre. “Can I borrow your kitchen for a couple of hours, before you have dinner today?” Harvey knows that the family has dinner late after closing up the shop. This will give him a chance to cook the soup and clean up after himself.

“Sure Harv.” Says Pierre, “You know you can use it anytime. You should get Robin to build you a proper kitchen one day.”

“I will when I’ve paid for the clinic.” He laughs, “One day in the far distant future.”

In the kitchen he gets to work. He’s absolutely clueless about cooking and has to go back to clinic after cutting himself twice with a knife and burning the cuff of his shirt on the gas ring.

Finally, after a lot of trial and error, he has something resembling soup. A bit lumpy in parts and he may have added a touch too much pepper, but it’s edible.

He’s very proud.

He carefully decants the soup into a plastic container ready for delivery to his neighbour the farmer.

The next day, the farmer opens the door to a beaming Dr Harvey. It’s 6.30am.

“Morning Farmer!” Harvey says breezily.

The farmer ruffles their hair in consternation. What time did Harvey get up this morning to be so chipper and be here so early? The Farmer has only just got up.

Harvey’s moustache droops, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, no, it’s fine doctor, please, come in.”

For the first time Harvey crosses the threshold of the farm. It’s tiny. He’s not a small man and with the two of them standing there the room feels stiflingly small.

“I um, brought you something.” He takes the precious plastic container out of his bag, “I made you soup. You know, with those parsnips you gave me?”

“You- you made me soup?” Asks the farmer incredulously.

“Yeah. Parsnip flavoured. I figured parsnip must be your favourite right? You grow hundreds of them, you’re always giving them away to everyone. Every time someone passes you in the square, you’ve always got bunches of parsnips as presents, it’s like you can’t get rid of them fast enoughandOhdearYobayourreallyhateparsnipsdon’tyou?" His words run into one another as the penny drops.

The farmer presses their lips together and raises their eyebrows in assertion.

“Soooo, parsnip soup, the inherent essence of parsnip, parsnip boiled down to its most basic components would be your worst nightmare?”

The farmer tilts their head and raises their eyebrows again, wishing Harvey would stop saying parsnip. Just when they thought Harvey’s moustache couldn’t look any sadder it falls further and his cheeks redden.

Adorable thinks the farmer, not for the first time.

Seeing his pride turn to disappointment the farmer grins at him in solace, “Harvey, this was a wonderful thing to do for me! But yes, I hate parsnips more than anything in the world." They continue hurriedly, before the moustache falls to the ground and the farmer has to chase it around the fields, "I AM hungry though, so why don’t you let me buy you breakfast at Gus’s while I tell you all of the things I like and don’t like so that next time you cook for me, you’ll know?”

Harvey laughs too. Maybe this plan didn’t turn out so badly after all.

Wait. Next time?

[cicaklah]

I before i go tackle my inbox of ficlet prompts I just caught up on oxventure blades in the dark and have feelings about Zillah teaching Edvard to swan dive so...miiiild spoilers for the second episode of the Astor Gambit.

--

Walking the streets of Volisport, it's obvious that Astor knows his stuff, takes seriously security, probably to stop people breaking in and taking their stuff back, if half of what Edvard says was true. Zillah's not sure exactly how he manages to steal all of Edvard's good ideas, but she's got theories. Not ones she'll speak before she's given more hints, but she's a woman of the world. She's seen a spurned lover or two in her time.

Though, men are weird. It might just be common or garden betrayal, but if Zillah was a better rather than someone people bet on, she'd have a flutter that there was something emotional there too.

Edvard's muttering about how the upgrades on his zipwire are going too slow, berating himself for being distracted with mechanical men. Zillah interrupts him, "How tall do you think it is? In feet."

"if it's a regulation building" he says, "75 feet. But it's likely to have high ceilings. Say 85 to be safe, old girl."

She waves her hand. "Pfft. Easy. Come on."

"What? No, Zillah."

"Trust me. You trust me right?"

"Of course", and she likes that about him, how sincere he is, how this isn't a lark for him like it is for Barnaby or Lilith, and how he's still learning, not jaded like Kasimir. She feels kinship, both professionals trying their hand at this new world, determined to make a success of it.

"Then meet me tomorrow at...you know the furnicular stop at the magnolia wall?" He nods. "Okay meet me there at 11. Bring something to wear you don't mind getting wet."

When they meet there, he's wearing loose trousers and a jacket fastened over the distinctive striped woollens of a swimming costume. Hes traded his safety goggles for a pair of waterproof ones, and they're pushed up in his hair.

They walk the short way to the cliff face, and make small talk about the rubbish Barnaby has been spouting, and the aftermath of the last heist, until they reach a secluded spot known as cowbell drop.

He's a good learner, and it's fun teaching him how she wish she'd learned, rather than just shoving him over the edge and praying to her ancestors he won't die, or at least if he does he won't leave a corpse. She's always had affinity with the mysteries of the deep. Loved those stories the best, but whule she's never felt l'appel du vide, she's often felt l'appel du depths.

In return he explains why certain things work, but not in a condescending way, but as equals, as if she was a colleague at a university and not a brawler with a few too many concussions under her belt. He's produced a picnic as thanks, and it's a lovely day up on the cliffs, just the two of them and the seagulls. The sandwiches are good ham and sharp cheese and pickle, ladies choice, and it's been so long since someone bought her lunch for nice reasons.

Look, you've got the theory, she says. Just watch me.

She stretches, and notices he keeps his eyes on her face, respectfully.

As she turns to face the edge, Edvard calls her namr. "Aren't you going to change?" He stutters. Zillah looks down at her clothes, she picked her second best set on purpose, and shrugs. "Why? Saves a trip to the laundry this way," spreads her arms, and falls.

Diving had always been a pleasure, the closest thing she'll ever come to being a bird and escaping the seedy streets, no matter what Edvard says about his amazing icarationaries being close to being done. Man wasn't meant to fly, not when the gods made him so good at falling.

She breaches the water with a splash, and when she resurfaces she can just see the tiny figure of Edvard peering over the edge.

She swims to the side of the river and perches on a rock. The sun's nice and hot, now it's nearing midday, and she'll be dry in no time. She pulls out a pair of darkened glasses so as to be able to look up, no one wants to get cow sickness from staring at the sun, and watches Edvard prepare himself. So far away she can't see the detail, but she's sure he's psyching himself up. Finally, the figure stretches it's arms out and gives a little jump, and falls in a perfect swan dive into the calm blue waters. Zillah watches the shape under the water brace and then kick, and then Edvard resurfaces. He isn't half as scrawny as his slim cut suits make him seem, she realises as he swims towards her. Underneath, and in his soaking wet costume, his body is, well, fit. Fit and masculine and deliciously hirsute where the wool has sagged and exposed his chest and ridden up on the thighs from the downdraft. Behind her sunshades, Zillah takes a moment to appreciate him as he pulls himself onto the riverbank, his luxurious moustache dripping with river water, his compact frame nicely muscled, and the sheer delight in his ice blue eyes, and thinks "oh no."

[waystobuild-blog]

Spare Room?

Hey everybody. Last year, I had worked on the Sonic Zine @stayhomesonic which was a fanzine that would be sold to fans each with pieces of art and writing about the pandemic, with the proceeds going towards Doctor’s Without Borders in the end. $612 was raised and it was great to take part in such a nice cause.

Now that the zine has been finished, I am able to post my piece to social medias which I am doing so now. Rather than something soft or emotional, I decided to go a little more comical with these characters while also going into the importance of staying home and social distancing.

Spare Room?

 With a global pandemic going on, everybody was asked to stay inside their homes. This was a good thing, it kept people safe. But if you were a guy that didn’t really have a house and just kinda camped out wherever you stopped running, then you were in for a problem. Unfortunately for Sonic the Hedgehog, that was his predicament.

He now stood in the Mystic Ruins outside of Tails’ lab where he hoped that he could crash until this whole thing blew over.

Tails arrived at the door decked out in a hazmat suit that even covered his namesakes.

“Hey, bud!” Sonic smiled and waved at him.

“Sonic, it’s good to see you!” The fox grinned.

Sonic was quick to go in for a hug, but Tails was quick to duck away. “Sorry, Sonic. No touching. You know how it is right now.”

The hedgehog sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, Sorry. Forgot.”

“It’s all good. So what brings you by these parts?”

“Well, everybody’s been told to go inside for this whole virus thing, and I don’t really have a house so I’m like ‘Why not bunk with the best little bro in the whole world?’ y’know?”

“Sonic that’s great and I’d love to have you.”

“Perfect!” He beamed as he began to make his way towards the door.

But for the first time in a long time, Tails was faster than him as he quickly produced a remote control with a single red button on it and stepped back into the house.

Suddenly, metal bars appeared in front of him as warning sirens went off all around. Sonic was quick to cover his ears as he watched his friend’s shack basically become Fort Knox in a matter of seconds.

“Sorry, Sonic. I’d love to have you but I just can’t. I’m busy trying to find a cure so it’s not safe here.”

“They’re trusting an 8 year old to find a cure for a worldwide pandemic?”

“Yes and they pay me handsomely. Good luck trying to find a place to stay, I gotta get back to work.”

Sonic waved him off before leaving.

If Tails wasn’t gonna let him stay then who would? He wondered as he ran off.

However, quickly he found himself in Station Square and that’s when he realized that he knew someone that would have to let him in.

It wasn’t long before Sonic stood outside of an apartment and rang the doorbell, giving off his best winning smile.

When the door opened, Amy Rose stood before him, wearing her usual outfit but a facemask as well.

“Sonic!” She cried. “It’s good to see you!”

“Hey, Ames. Good to see you too.”

Sonic reached out for a hug, but Amy was quick to back away. “No, no mister, you know the rules. Keep a safe distance.”

“Aw, come on, it’s just one hug.”

“Sure first it’s one hug and then it’s one kiss and then it’s one virus.” Amy shook her head. “We’re not in good times right now.”

Sonic chuckled. “Who are you and what have you done with Amy Rose?”

Amy swiped her hand around and laughed with him. “Oh, stop. But seriously, what brings you by?’

“Well, with this whole virus thing going around I’ve been looking for a place to stay, so I thought Amy will definitely let me-”

“No.”

“Stay and so I’m just gonna go in and- wait, did you say no?”

Amy gave a placate smile and shook her head “Same thing, Sonic. Any other day, I’d love to have you over, but right now it’s just not a good idea.”

Sonic sighed at this but nodded in understanding.

Amy quickly closed her door and Sonic was left to find someone else to bunk with.

First Tails and now Amy. This was proving to be a lot harder than he thought. He thought he was a shoe in to get inside Amy’s apartment but the girl was far more serious than he initially thought she would be. Part of him was proud of her for sticking to her guns and staying safe, but another part of him just wanted a bed to sleep in for once.

Who else did he know that actually had some sort of roof over their head could he go to?

And then it clicked. While definitely not ideal, he supposed he could give them a try.

Sonic raced off from Station Square and shortly arrived in Westopolis where he went to a specific high rise apartment complex to find Team Dark.

Team Dark, having more government funds than they knew what to do with lived incredibly comfy in what was more or less a penthouse and they were 100% fine with that. It was a bit too stuffy and fancy for Sonic’s tastes, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Sonic’s eyes widened in shock when he went to the top floor of the building and found steel plating surrounding the entrance to their apartment.

Sonic looked confused at this as he walked over to ring the doorbell.

But as soon as he placed a finger on it, alarms began to blare causing the hedgehog to instinctively jump into a battle pose.

But no danger came.

Instead, a massive screen flared to life and there stood the face of E123 Omega. “Who dares violate the safety of Rouge?!”

“Omega?” Sonic looked confusedly.

“Sonic the Hedgehog how dare you try to infiltrate our place of dwelling during the infection?! Please vacate the premises immediately or lethal force will be taken!”

Suddenly a comically large laser gun appeared from next to the panel and pointed dangerously at the hedgehog.

“Woah, woah, woah!” A sharp voice came from offscreen. “Omega, put those away right now!”

“But Rouge, he-”

“We do not vaporize our friends, Omega!” Rouge shouted.

If Sonic wasn’t mistaken he thought he had heard the robot groan but the laser was in fact put away.

In a few short moments the camera was turned in a new direction and he could see Rouge the bat lying lazily on the couch wearing a bathrobe and slippers, a magazine discarded at her side.

“Hey, Big Blue.” She waved. “Sorry about Omega, he’s gotten a little extreme when it comes to the virus.”

“A little? Dude tried to blast me!”

“And I would do it again.”

Rouge rolled her eyes at this. “Omega put the place on lockdown as soon as news broke out and won’t allow me to leave the house. I don’t really care though so I’ve just made myself comfortable.”

“Okay… what about Shads?”

“Shadow?” She snickered. “As soon as he heard, he didn’t even bother with me or Omega, he just used his Chaos Control and left. Who knows where he is?”

“Knowing him, he probably thinks he can’t be infected or something and is off trying to figure out how he can punch the virus.”

Rouge simply shrugged.

“Anyway, you gonna let me stay?”

Rouge shrugged. “I’d love to… But I am 100% sure Omega will vaporize you…”

“I will!”

“And I just can’t stop him.”

Sonic sighed. “Alright, thanks.”

Sonic ran off yet again, trying to find where exactly he could go but to no avail. He had friends all over the world and yet, none of them were taking him. He tried the Chaotix, he tried Professor Pickle, he even considered Omochao but then realized nothing was worth that hell.

But soon, he ran into someone that actually wanted him.

If only he could say the same about them.

“Hello, Sonic!”

Sonic stopped his running nearly tripping over his own feet with how sudden the gravelly voice had come out at him.

He looked up to the source of the voice and saw a floating screen before him and on that screen was none other than Doctor Eggman himself, giving him a big cheeky smile. The doctor wasn’t looking to good, he was covered in a blanket, his face redder than usual, his usually bushy moustache drooped down low.

“Sonic!” He announced. “I hear you are looking for a place to stay!”

“Pass.” Sonic tried to run away but the same floating screen was quick to have two robot arms extend from it and grab the hedgehog.

“Now hold on there, Sonic. I would like to extend an olive branch to you. With these trying times, we all need to stick together and I happen to know that you need a roof over your head. So, stay with me and we’ll make great company!”

Sonic let himself go from where the arms were holding him. “You’re sick, Eggman.”

Eggman violently coughed at that. “N-n-no, of course not. I am of perfect health.”

“I meant you’re messed up but yeah, that too.”

Eggman frowned at that. “Wait, I promise that no harm will come to you.”

“Is that right?”

“But of course.”

“In that case…”

“Chaos Control!”

Sonic and Eggman both looked up in shock to see none other than Shadow the Hedgehog drop down and dropkick Eggman’s screen, causing it to break.

“I- okay, I wasn’t expecting that, Shadow.”

Shadow rose from where he was crouched down on the ground and glared at the hedgehog.

“So… since you’re here, I was wondering if I could bunk it in wherever you were hiding out an-”

“Absolutely not!” Shadow roared. “After Rouge called me on my communicator, she informed me of your little crusade to find a roommate. So I’m telling you here and now, stay away from space. If I hear you so much as step one foot off the planet, then I will not hesitate to-”

“Woha, wait, space? I didn’t even know that…” And then it clicked. “You’re hiding out on the Ark aren’t you?”

Shadow’s eyes widened in shock and he quickly tried to cover himself. “I- I- I- cannot confirm or deny that… I- I have to go. Uh… Chaos Control!”

Sonic sighed at this, being left all alone with flaming pile of machinery.

After trying all his friends he was left in complete isolation. What was he to do now that he had nowhere to stay, nowhere to run to… He was all alone.

But it was those thoughts of loneliness, isolation that made him realize that he had one friend that he had completely forgotten to ask and zoomed off.

It wasn’t long before he arrived at his destination. Lush greenery surrounded him, birds were singing, nature was alive and well, standing amongst it all was a great big altar where a massive green gem of power could be seen radiating a comforting energy that rolled over him in waves.

Leaning against the same gem was none other than the Emerald Guardian himself, Knuckles the Echidna and as soon as Sonic stepped foot on the Altar, he cracked open an eye and looked over at his visitor.

“Sonic.”

“Hey, buddy. It’s good to see ya!” He sheepishly waved.

“What are you doing on my island?”

“Well… ya see, there’s this whole virus thing going on and…”

“Virus? What virus?”

Sonic stood there in stunned disbelief for a moment, staring at the echidna in complete befuddlement as Knuckles looked at him expectantly.

He just shrugged. “Forget about it. Anyway, you mind if I crash on Angel Island for a while?”

Knuckles put a hand to his chin in thought for a moment. “Eh, sure. Just stay away from the Master Emerald and me for that matter.”

“Works for me.” Sonic shrugged as he left to jog a few laps around the island, finally having a place to stay during this pandemic.

[elejahfanfic]

Fanfiction

And so it is Christmas

Part 4

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

ft. Klaroline, Kennett

AU story_human_no vampires

a/n:There  will be great mad Mikaelson chaos and lots of love… i.e. Elijah falling for Y/N...cookie baking, etc.

well, actually_absolute christmas fluff... ho-ho-ho

_also this just blew into such a long ch again_ thanks for reading. xoxo

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Mikaelson Mansion

Days after

Kol ventured in the dining room, with a big smile on his face, "I will see you there in an hour and so ready to make cookies with you"

As he hung up, both Klaus and Elijah shot a look at their younger brother with a teasing smirk on their faces.

"What?" Kol said looking at his brothers ready to kind of snap at them if they make a comment.

"You will make cookies - I need to see this" Klaus said.

"Like you have made any before" Kol shot back at his brother.

"Dozens" Klaus put a smirk on, "being domestic is a way into the woman's heart- at least at the beginning"

"You are kidding me right?! The only one that knows how to make anything is Elijah"

"I can only make scrambled eggs." Elijah said, "He is pulling your leg- and he is talking loads of rubbish- don't listen to him."

"Never have done and never will." Kol said, "I never needed your advice to get a woman to love me."

"Did he say love" Klaus chuckled cocking his eyebrow up.

Elijah now shook his head looking at Klaus signalling to stop now. Klaus knew that love as such was a sensitive subject when Kol was concerned as he had lost his girlfriend six years ago. He let it go now, getting up from the breakfast table and went to see where his daughter was, as they were also roped into baking cookies.

"How are things with Bonnie now?" Elijah asked.

"Great. We are back together and your advice was the best ever." Kol replied.

"Good. I am glad." Elijah said and took a sip of coffee, continuing, "so, you are going over to her house to bake the cookies I gather?"

"No. Her friend Y/N’s house. She needs help because she also doing sweet potatoe pies."

"Sweet potatoe pies?" Elijah said raising an eyebrow with special interest.

"Apparently she makes the best sweet potatoe  pies - and she promised to do so for the school board stall,"  Kol explained, "isn't this like your favourite pie?!"

"It is." Elijah said.

"Come with me then. I am sure you will get a slice." Kol looked at his brother and remembering his conversation from yesterday wondered why he had brought Caroline with him, since they just had broken up.

"Did you make up?"

"No. It was Rebekah, who had invited her before she found out we broke up, and it was kind of awkward to tell her that she can't come. But I am ok with it. Like I told you - we were more friends that actually - we were never really together." Elijah explained again.

"Right. So, are you coming with me?"

"Yes. I have a few things to discuss with Dr Y/L/N about the fundraising." Elijah replied. "Isn't Klaus going over there?"

"Why?" Kol looked puzzled at the question.

"Aren't Klaus and Y/L/N - seeing one another?"

"Seeing? Oh, you mean if they are still hooking up?"

"Yes- are they - hooking up?" Elijah said looking at Kol, now exhibiting obvious signs of embarrassment, as he was no accustomed to use this kind of language.

"No." Kol replied.

"No?" Elijah repeated.

"Ah! You're into Y/N!" Kol put two and two together and now put a little smirk on.

"I am not." Elijah found himself kind of in a strange pickle.

"Come on! It's like written all over your face! Hey it's totally ok. But you know that she kind of is going through like a tough break up- and the thing with Klaus was a drunken thing."

Elijah was amazed how Rebekah and Kol always were so updated on all rumours, gossip within the family and as well as out of it. He knew of  Y/L's messy break up. Now trying to get out of the subject, he got up and said that he was going to change and that he will see him in front of the house.

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In the Y/N’s House

Y/N and Bonnie finished their breakfast, and were now getting ready preparing everything to start baking.

"I will put some decoration I bought yesterday up." Y/N got a few of the decorative cookies out.

🎄 Not long after, Elijah and Kol arrived. Y/N had a bit of a  wide-eyed reaction seeing Elijah offering to help with the baking.

"Well, we always welcome an extra pair of hands" Y/N said. "Ok. we need to star because we have to make about 100 cookies at least. And I need to bake a few pies as well."

"Tell us what to do?"  Elijah now took his jacket off and pulled his sleeves up.

Y/N explained what each of them needed to do. And soon they set off with the baking.

Both Kol and Elijah realized that these two women were very industrious and organized.

After they put the first batch to be done, they all had a little break.

"What is this list? " Kol now picked up the paper that fell from the counter and started reading.

"The Christmas to do list-"

Bonnie and Y/N both now rolled their eyes saying nearly in the same voice, "Oh, God, don't read that- we had too much mulled wine last night when we wrote this"

But Kol was not to be stopped and started- making remarked as he went along.

1. Making a snowman together - no snow this year unfortunately- well not yet. Maybe by the time it's actually Christmas we got to do it. Ok-

2.Drinking hot chocolate (bonus: whipped cream moustache) - totally can do that. Right now. Next-

3.Decorating the Christmas tree - first need to buy a tree.

4. Christmas shopping in a decorated city - how about we all go to New Orleans - Bourbon St is so amazing with all the deco, right, Elijah?"

Elijah nodded agreeing.

" Ok, what have you got next-

5. Ugly Christmas sweaters - oh, I dare you to buy Elijah one of the sweaters and make him wear it for the Fundraiser"

Elijah shot a look at his brother that was saying - stop right now!

"Number six - oh, yes, definitely this needs to be done and plenty

Mistletoe kisses!

Where is the Mistletoe?"  Kol looked around.

"I haven't put it up yet." Y/N said.

"It's there by the mantelpiece."  Bonnie said."I brought it yesterday. It needs a ribbon. Do you have a ribbon?"

"It's in the bag on my desk." Y/N replied.

Bonnie now went to get it, and as she returned, Kol was the one putting it up at the hallway.

Y/N looked at Elijah, who looked back at the brunette shaking with his head and shrugging with his shoulder, making a face which said - that's my brother. Y/N smiled a little back at the man now saying, "He is great."

Having come down from the chair, putting it aside, he now took Bonnie by the hand and dragged her cutely to him under mistletoe and kissed her.

"Oh, the cookies!" Y/N said somewhat alarmingly and went to the kitchen like a storm. "Ah, saved in the last minute -Ouch! Damn!"

Putting the tray away, Y/N looked at the burn on hand.

"Is it bad?" Elijah asked as he went up to her.

"I will live." Y/N said checking the little red strip on the side of the hand, now putting it under cold water running. "I am really too clumsy sometimes."

She made a face of hurt as the burnt skin was tingling.

"This maybe was not such a good idea."

"I will be ok. This is nothing. It just burns a bit." Y/N got an antibiotic ointment out from the first aid cabinet , "Can you open it for me"

Elijah nodded and went over to Y/N, applying the ointment on her hand.

"Ok- now can you please open the non-adhesive bandage."

Elijah did as instructed and put it over the burn.

"Great. Thank you." Y/N said.

"You're welcome." Elijah said back now looking at Y/N somewhat sheepishly.

"You make a great nurse." Y/N joked a little. Elijah smiled back, "If I need to I will think of a change of career."

"But for now you will have to be my baking assistant, because I can't decorate the cookies now with my left hand."

"No problem. I am great at that, too."

Kol and Bonnie now were back in the kitchen. As they saw Y/N's bandage, they asked what had happened.

"Just a little accident." Y/N said. "you know me- I can preform a heart surgery, but went it comes to getting a baking tray out of the oven- disaster strikes."

"Ok- we will now finish off here," Bonnie said, "you have a break."

Bonnie, as organized as always, soon had both Kol and Elijah organized. It was a great assembly line. Kol was rolling out the dough and Elijah was  pressing the cookies with a cutter.

Y/N and Bonnie were then decorating it and they proved to be a great team finishing the cookies in no time.

"These will be so good," Bonnie was happy with the end product, "they looks so professional."

"Now, there is only a few sweet potatoe pies. I thought of doing the vegan, too." Y/N said.

"Great idea." Bonnie welcomed the suggestion.

And soon they were on the pie baking phase, which saw Elijah now doing the pie crust.

"This is not that difficult" Elijah said, finding it actually really great to do something like that for the first time in his life.

Kol, of course couldn't help himself to muck about and he now had to get some sweet potato pie filling on her nose and her  side of her. "Stop this." Bonnie protested with a little smile.

"I don't know how it got there-" Kol joked.

"Oh, really" Bonnie said.

Kol's  phone went and it was Klaus, asking how their baking was going. Kol now put them all on video chat and soon they were all exchanging what phase they were in and what progress they made. Rebekah proudly presented her sweet potatoe bars and Caroline her pristine snowman  cookies.

"They look so good!" Y/N said gushingly.

"We got tones. Mother is killing it with the Christmas star cookies." Rebekah said, "and Hope has helped me with the bars- Klaus and Stefan are so slacking."

"I knew it. Elijah and I have actually done everything from scratch" Kol said.

Rebekah now snickered not believing what she was hearing.

"I will prove it to you when I get home." Kol said.

"You made actual cookies?!" Rebekah now said, "this I got to see."

"And you will!" Kol shot back.

Elijah knew that this conversation between Rebekah and Kol was going to escalate and he now cut in, "Dr Y/L/N burnt her hand- so we had to cut in- and we have learned a lot today."

"They did." Bonnie confirmed. "Ok- we will be heading out soon. Meet you at the Historical Society building?"

Esther said that they would also soon be there. As the video chat finished, Y/N and Bonnie put the cookies in boxes, as Kol and Elijah had a drink of well deserved beer on the porch.

"Kol, can you help me with the boxes?" Bonnie now asked her boyfriend as she came out to the porch.

"Sure" Kol said and followed her into the house.

As they got all the boxes and went up to the car, Kol now turned to Bonnie, "I think we should leave them alone."

"But I promised that I will return to help her with a few more pies."

"I think that Elijah can do that." Kol said.

"Do you know something I don't?" Bonnie asked.

"He is like so into her. And I totally think that she is into my brother, too."

"Isn't he with - Caroline?" Bonnie asked looking at Kol surprised to hear that.

"They broke up." Kol said.

"Oh?" Bonnie exclaimed.

"Yeah."

"But I don't think Y/N will go for Elijah"

"Why not?"

"Because she is on rebound. Last night we talked about her not wanting to really date anyone." Bonnie said.

"What did this guy do?"

"Well, nothing really. They were just in this toxic relationship and she just got tired trying to make things work." Bonnie explained.

"She is really a great woman. How did she end up with a guy like that?"

"Sometimes you fall for the wrong guy and you think that your love can change him. I want her to find love - real love. A guy who will listen to her, and let her make her decisions and respect them- not lash out if things are not going his way- you know what I mean-ok- enough about Damon. We got to go"

"Yeah- ok"

They both got into their respective cars and drove off.

🎅 Inside, Elijah now picked up the list and read the last several points

7. Going ice skating  

8.Giving each other presents on Christmas morning

9.Slow dancing in the living room surrounded by all the lights

10. Person A buying the gift person B always wanted to have

11. Do Karaoke Christmas Caroling together

12. Person A is dressed as Santa and takes Person B to the their private winter wonderland

Y/N now served Elijah and herself a slice of sweet potatoe pie.                  

"Oh, God - the list!" Y/N said as she now saw it in Elijah's hand.

"It's a great list. Haven't done any of it for years. Especially ice skating. Never did Karaoke Christmas Carolling"

"Really? That is like the best mad thing we have come up with - back in High School," Y/N said, "definitely need to do this."

"You can perform open heart surgery, bake -sing?"

"I can't sing. I can do a great lip sync," Y/N said, "try the pie."

Elijah now took a bite of the pie and he was full of compliments. "This is really good. And it is vegan!"

"Yes. So good, right?!" Y/N said.

"The traditional sweet potatoe pie is my favourite pie"

"I know." Y/N now slipped cutting him in the middle of the sentence.

"You do?" Elijah looked at Y/N puzzled.

"Klaus said."

"Ah, he did- what else did he say?"

"That's about it." Y/N replied.

Suddenly there was an awkward kind of a silence move in on them. Both were eating the pie, both now trying to get what it was going on inside them. Feelings were stirred. Feelings they didn't know existed.

"How is your hand?" Elijah now asked.

"It's ok.Tingling just a tiny little bit."

He looked at her. She looked at him. Her stomach was strangely churning,  "More pie?"

’No, thank you.‘ was what he wanted to say, but said  this instead, "yes, please."

Y/N got up and went to cut another slice.  As she was at the counter, she looked at him sneakily. He moved her like no one else did. She couldn't explain to herself how everything inside her was so rustled up. She now thought of the movie she and Bonnie had watched last night. It was so true, what Bonnie had said. He is Mr Darcy, but the Colin Firth kind of Mr Darcy. The Bridged Jones Mr Darcy. OMG, Y/N what is happening to you. Pulling herself together a bit, she now went back to the table with another slice of the pie.

"Can we talk about the Fundraiser? I thought about your idea and I accept your suggestion that we should get a professional to get things moving."

"Ah, great. And like I told you, you needn't worry about the money. I will provide it."

"Why are you doing all this?- I mean, I know your mom is doing a lot of charity work- but- don't get me wrong- I really appreciate all your effort. Without you we would only get a bit of money for some medical supplies and medication- now we are talking getting a Medical centre up "

Elijah could not lie. It was not in his nature, and he was now very open and blunt-

"It's because of you."

-to be continued-

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