#legacy mocha

[feelingthefresharea]

Deck - Roof Extensions Large backyard second story metal railing deck photo with a roof extension

[monikabose]

A large backyard deck with a second story metal railing and a roof extension

[carpediemevents]

Deck - Deck Deck - large backyard second story metal railing deck idea with a roof extension

[whoremccall]

Deck

Ideas for remodeling a large backyard deck with metal railings and adding a roof extension

[outoftokenscast]

Deck - Roof Extensions Large backyard second story metal railing deck photo with a roof extension

[sammyshuno]

As you can see, things are going great. ⛄

[juniperjulie]

Bye-bye Pili 2

[luckypalmz]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i just took a shower and now i cant stop thinking about moth boy loving showers

like, poor boy got so upset when he realised he was too big to join you in he bath like he's seen ajax doing from the back of his mind, so he's ecstatic when he finds out your shower is just big enough for the both of you!

he'd definitely love the feeling of the warm water running down his hair and wings, i headcanon that he's designed to spend long periods of time underwater due to ajax's hydro vision so the feeling of water rushing over him is a familiar feeling that he relishes in when it's not happening during battle until he gets shampoo in his eye

big moth man purring while getting his floof dried with the warm hair dryer aadhgfh my heart <3333

(he would also probably try to decipher the "ruins and symbols" that you make with your stray hairs on the shower wall)

dearest lord of moth, please take my thoughts and make something of them (if you have the time lol) 🙏

*furiously takes notes* yes yes please continue

listen listen LISTEN. when Foul Legacy is in the shower and he feels the water raining down and running over him, he does a happy little wing flutter with a delighted chirp, shaking himself so his wings don't become too waterlogged. he loooooves watching you wash your hair too, all the suds and tiny bubbles the shampoo makes look so fluffy, and if he's feeling brave he'll try to scritch your scalp with his claws to help you out. genuinely, Legacy would stay sitting in the shower for hours if it didn't rack up your water bill, but after a while he'll reluctantly get out because he remembers that hot water costs money with his vague knowledge of how Childe deals with expenses and bills- not before turning off the shower and shaking any excess water off, of course

you're always waiting for him with the hairdryer in hand, gesturing for him to sit in front of you with a soft laugh. you gently pat his shoulder when you turn on the hairdryer- neither of you like the loud sound it makes- feeling him stiffen before relaxing as the warm air begins seeping into his bones. his hair and fluff are always especially poofy and soft after being dried, and Legacy just melts more and more the longer you work, on the verge of falling over once you turn the hairdryer off. he lets out small, drowsy chitters when you brush his fur and hair, making sure there aren't any mats or tangles and also that your fluffy Abyss monster doesn't dissolve into a pile of goo while you're at it. only when he's perfectly dry do you nudge his shoulder again, watching him make a beeline for the bed and promptly flop onto the covers, looking at you pleadingly to join him. he's very warm and toasty right now, so he won't need any covers- just you as his pillow, nuzzling against your stomach with a sleepy purr as you stroke his hair to help him fall asleep

[moonfromearth]

Many of the ranch's animals like to congregate by the plants. Some like to help, others are just hanging around.

[anotherplumbob]

Meeting Mocha!! 💖

[astudyinsims]

A sad morning follows Mara's visit. Grim comes to collect one of Nate's little goats during morning chores! It's a cute animation but has left a sadness in Nate as one of his buddies disappear.

[slightlysims]

NOOOOO MOCHA GET OUT THE WAY !!!!!!!

[kenozumin]

what's the kindest way to say: you took away my friend, my buddy?

(long animatic ramble under the cut :o)

okay. so, this was largely fanon and self-indulgent project, partially because i felt like i didn't make many things solely for myself.

the animatic revolves around two characters, being jonnaay and pili (mocha, pili2, and ace), with the central idea revolving around jonnaay sort of searching (?) for the remnants of mocha in the iterations afterwards.

i've grown to become quite attached to their dynamic, even if there isn't much of them, mostly because of the idea around a successor (jonnaay) who was meant to take up the role of their predecessor (mocha) but failed, as well as their several other similarities and differences regarding their mindset around killing, their faction, etc.

the lyrics are kind of used as this ironic instrument, because the words describe an attempt at being "soft" or "kind" when mocha and jonnaay are both characters that would largely be described as antonyms to both of those ideas.

the idea of "taking away" his friend (mocha) differs from one iteration to the next: in the first segment, it is clown who literally took mocha away, but in the second, it is pili2 who took mocha away as in, taking mocha's place instead. there was also the deliberate choice to show jonnaay glancing from afar at pili2 surrounded by people (end fight when pili2 first showed up), kinda to set an impression that this isn't the same person as before.

ace was the more interesting of the three. ace, because they have memories of both of the previous iterations, kinda exists as someone giving jonnaay his closure on where his friend had departed to, but jonnaay is still shown being reserved because this still isn't his friend.

in this way, the "taking away" also coincides with the idea of iterations like pili2 and ace "taking up" mocha's role but also taking up the space for mocha's memory (ie mocha's impact/legacy largely disappearing from the world other than the memories they has left behind for people)

the animatic concludes with jonnaay sitting under a tree, huddled in on himself, a reference to how bad had eaten mocha's body and buried the rest under a tree, being then the closest thing mocha got to a grave (shout out to @siren-of-fire for talking about this, otherwise i wouldn't have know hehe). whether this is the tree mocha's body is under is for viewer interpretation, but it is meant to be a sort of scene where jonnaay trying to be as, in a way, physically close to mocha as he can, a depiction of him stubbornly holding onto mocha's memory and refusing to move on.

a lot of this is headcanon, if not just outright fanon, but the joys of liking a character like jonnaay is that there's such little actual lore equivalent content that i can just !!! interpret things however i please !!!! and i think it's a lot more fun to think about the "what if"s and alternate scenarios to how things could have gone, especially in a story perspective. plus !! i made this for myself, so lowk who gaf if its a teeny bit ooc. oki ramble over i think, keno out

[museaux]

solace - andrew x reader

word count: 841 | warnings: (family) trauma, feelings of worthlessness | banner: plutism

i’m at the end of s3 and can’t stop thinking about him lol.

Constantly playing second fiddle in every aspect of your life will make a weary soul out of anyone. Andrew, one of these second fiddles, was a deeply troubled soul who quietly longed to be first—even for just a moment. Though he longed for it, he felt undeserving of being a priority. His standing as a second thought, family muscle or the occasional nuisance served as a reminder of all his missteps—his punishment for existing under the thumb of the pain and legacy that came with the Cody name.

Unlike his brothers, and contrary to his cousin’s assumed position from the outside, Andrew saw himself as little more than a glorified errand boy. And whenever Smurf was involved directly, he was a lapdog, ready to follow her every command. That’s why, after he sat up in bed waiting for his alarm clock to chime at 6 a.m., he took a moment for himself; built a quiet ritual that placed him in the coffee shop not too far from his home every morning. He liked to sit in the corner of the shop, where for just 10 minutes, he was the only customer. Not a Cody. Not Pope. He didn’t have to worry about any familial hierarchy or job. In those moments, he was just a man with no responsibilities or identity beyond his coffee order. Every Tuesday and Thursday, these quiet mornings were especially cherished as there was one beautifully kind barista who would greet him with a warm smile and sometimes, a pastry on the house.

Six months ago, that woman wrote her number on the plastic container that encased a breakfast croissant. Since then, the two have been seeing each other. He didn’t really know how it started, only that he found himself back at the shop one Friday night at the end of her closing shift, listening intently as she told him the story behind her first tattoo. Sitting under the dim light with her that night felt different. Made him feel normal, like someone actually wanted to know and be known by him. Like he wasn’t scaring anyone away by simply existing in proximity to them.

What he felt in her presence that night kept bringing him back to the shop every other Friday at closing time as he listened to her talk about her life, offering up bits and pieces of himself as well every now and again. Tonight, he had found himself at her apartment, lost in her scent with his head on her chest as she stroked his arm and massaged his scalp. Under his cheek, her mocha-colored skin was as soft as a cloud, and though delicate, able to hold him in her bosom with ease. The sensation of her acrylics tracing up and down his arm was just enough sensation to keep him grounded in the moment (and not in his head).

“You know, you’ve never brought up your family. In all the time we’ve known each other, you’ve heard all about mine. What’s yours like?” Her smooth voice gently broke the silence between them. Listening to her was like hot fudge melting over a cold, perfectly formed scoop of ice cream—it was addictive. Sweet. He was quiet for a moment before answering. “There’s not much to tell. They’re…dysfunctional at best. I love them but… I—well. It doesn’t matter.” By this time, his eyes had closed. He was allowing himself to sink into the still unfamiliar sensation of safety and relaxation her closeness inspired. In her arms, he wasn’t a Cody or Pope, or anything else. Just Andrew. He wanted to hold onto this version of himself as long as he could, uninterrupted.

“It absolutely matters, Andrew,” she said softly. “Have you told them about me?” Her question hung in the air for a moment as he took a deep breath. “No,” he frowned. “Th-they tend to... ruin nice things. What we have is just for us. I’d rather not taint it with my family. You’re good, and for some reason, you chose me. They wouldn’t rest until they took that from me.” A single tear fell from Andrew’s eye and onto her chest as he spoke.“I’m sorry, Andrew,” she whispered. “We don’t have to talk about them.”

He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “You don’t have to apologize, y/n. They’re a lot to deal with. But when I’m with you, I don’t think about them. That’s a good thing…” he paused. “They don’t exist when I’m with you.” his eyes glossed over as he took in her expression. “Even when we’re just sitting in silence, it feels like I’m existing without expectation—for the first time ever.” A soft smile spread across y/n’s full lips as she leaned in to kiss his trembling lips. “Then let’s just sit,” she said. At her kiss and her words, Andrew found himself smiling—really smiling. His head returned to her chest, where he gave a soft kiss as they listened to the rhythm of each other’s breath for the rest of the night.

[romcomxdd]

tg coffee orders ig

mav drinks instant coffee. and he can barley cope with anything else, even normal coffee. it’s something about how you can’t get the ratios right, it’s always too milky, stuff like that. he picked it up from goose, who always had instant and mav never understood it, but then he died and it was one of the ways mav wanted to carry on his legacy. but other than that his order is pretty basic, milk and one sugar.

ice says he loves a good long black but he can’t really stand the stuff. when he’s out with people with work he just has to grin and bear it because he’s stubborn like that, but when he’s at home/with mav, he makes a mean cappachino with the frothiest milk you will ever see, two sugars, and a decent covering of chocolate powder.

hangman is probably has cream in his coffee not milk. (my dad does this and it makes me wanna cry/hj) he has a flat white with one sugar, and usually a half strength shot.

mav’s habits of instant coffee rubbed off on rooster, and he hates himself for it. he has like triple the usual amount of coffee stuff, boiling water, no sugar, and the tiniest bit of milk, just enough to stop it from being a lb. when he learnt that his father did it the same way, he probably laughed it off, but it actually made him feel pretty proud of himself. if for some reason their out of instant/going to a caffe, he has a double shot latte with no sugar.

nat just chugs energy drinks left right and centre. it’s a problem but no one can stop her. if she’s having coffee she has a long black/ iced long black, and actually enjoys it. for her it’s either milk and a shit tonne of sugar, or ‘as black as hangman’s soul’ as she puts it.

bob doesn’t drink coffee, and the others respect him immensely for that. the fact that he can get up in the morning and focus WITHOUT any type of caffeine?! unheard of. he does love a good hot chocolate, or if he needs it, a mocha works just as well.

idk please dispute this if u have other ideas :]