#maya and nori

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@owlxle @norathemediocre @paandamonium @edgy-cupcake-content

big big big fan of found family relationships with shithead sibling dynamics

sure, yeah, they had no one in the world until they found each other, and they will fight tooth and nail for each other's safety, but they will also eat the last of the other's cereal and put the box back in the cabinet or tell the other's significant other every embarrassing story about them or greet each other by means of full body tackle and chokehold

[xolboragainandagain]

Adding OCs to the works in your brain is way too fun honestly

Closeups!

And some very vague plot ideas but only with Hershel and Merigold

This part of the story might change, but IDK

[mountainstogo]

We celebrated thanksgiving yesterday. Ran a 5k turkey trot in the morning and maya did so good! Had a beer afterwards that went straight to my head and then came home to cook and prep. Less people came than we expected or maybe I didn’t count right but either way I made wayyyy too much food. It was a lovely evening playing games with friends and introducing everyone to baby Nori.

We also decorated for Christmas, rearranged the house and built two couches this weekend. It’s finally really starting to feel like a home (:

Today is S and I’s 8yr anniversary!! We’re going to a fancy tapas place for dinner and then checking out the holiday lights at the zoo. Having a chill day watching football and some wedding planning before then tho

[calypsothedigeridoodle]

Peter, the fours are here/j

So over the past few months, me and a few friends have been binging Steven Universe over discord because one of us, Miles, hadn’t seen it before. Once we met and got to learn more about Ruby and Sapphire, he kept comparing them and their relationship to his agent 4 (Nori) and agent 8 (Cecilia). Once we got to see more rubies, all of them were compared to Nori in some way and somehow this led to me getting the idea to draw the rubies as our agent 4s!

From left to right we got Kaito (belonging to @hydrasplatliing), Maya and Autumn (belonging to @crowngamer901), Lindsey (she’s mine), and Nori and Cecilia (belonging to @somesonicfan)

Screenshot is from the episode “Hit the Diamond”

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remember when i said i love greek mythology… specifically hades and persephone… i’m gone

in the valley of shadow

hades!art x persephone!reader. past art x tashi.

"I'd rather hurt with you than be happy with anyone else."

warnings: dark obsessive art ala hades. use of she/her for reader. no use of y/n. not beta read.

nori says: sfw—i know i said blurbs would be nsfw, but obsessive art takes a lot of me!! crazy to get this same quote for him twice, but i had so much fun!!! as always, xoxo.

word count: 2,000?~

You were twenty three, freshly graduated and just beginning to dip your toes into the world of professional tennis. The bright lights, the buzzing crowds, the endless possibilities—all of it felt like a dream. But among all the faces and all the players, one stood out to you like no other.

Art Donaldson.

Seven years your senior, he was a legend amongst Stanford Alumni and seemed to embody everything you strived to become. His confidence on the court seemed unshakable. Yet, there was something about him that held a shadow, a darkness that made you wonder if there was more beneath that perfection his wife demanded of him.

You first crossed paths with him at a Donaldson Foundation event—an annual gathering where up-and-coming talents like yourself were invited to volunteer with children who had an interest in tennis.

You’d always admired him from afar, reading about his triumphs, watching his old matches, and marveling at how effortlessly he dominated the game. But meeting him face-to-face left you speechless. His gaze was penetrating, as if he could see right through you.

"How’s it feel to be the next big thing?" he asked with a knowing smile, his warm voice enveloping you.

It was a simple question, one you could have easily answered thanks to your media training in college. But as you looked into his eyes, something inside you stirred.

“I’m just starting out. Still have a long way to go,” you gesticulated wildly, trying to appear humble.

He chuckled, a sound that was full of harrowing amusement. “We all start somewhere, but not all of us get to where we want to go.”

You smiled nervously, but the words stuck in your throat. He was magnetic. Something about him made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t felt before.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

From then on, whenever you found yourself in the same vicinity as the Donaldsons, Art would make a point to seek you out. Your discussions were never long, but they always left you feeling exhilarated.

When you won, his compliments were overflowing. But when you lost, his analysis of your gameplay felt like a puzzle, filled with subtle warnings. You told yourself it was just his love for the game and his drive to push those around him to be their best.

It would have been easy to romanticize his intensity, to make excuses for the way his eyes lingered a bit too long or how his questions about your career felt overly personal, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

He was married, you knew that.

Tashi was always by his side, a constant presence that kept him grounded in the public eye. But there were moments when you could see the cracks in their united front. They manifested in the way he looked at you during the press events, or how he’d make a point of saying goodnight to you in crowded rooms when the evening grew late.

You convinced yourself that it was all harmless. That Art saw something in you, as a fan and a mentor of sorts. A fellow athlete who could understand the sacrifices, the pressures of the game.

He had a way of making you feel desired, whether it was a fleeting touch on your arm or a lingering look that made your heart race. You wanted his attention, and he gave it to you. But you were naive enough to believe it was just admiration.

It wasn't until later that you realized Art wasn't someone who admired from afar— he wanted to consume you.

There was a moment—a turning point—that you would look back on, your heart in your throat, wondering what you’d been thinking.

You were alone in a back hallway of a hotel during a tournament. Tashi was elsewhere, surrounded by other players and the media, and Art had found you, waiting for you just outside the elevator.

“I saw you play today,” he said softly, tenderly moving away the hair from your face. He was too close for this to be considered friendly, but you didn’t push at him. “You have something, you know. Something special.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks flush under his touch.

"With the right team behind you, you could be more than just a player," he continued, pressing you against the wall as his voice dropped even lower. "You could be everything. Let me help you."

It wasn’t the words that alarmed you. It was the way he said them, as if he had already planned your future for you. The weight of his gaze felt like chains.

“I don't need anyone's help," you blurted out before pausing to think. “I’m doing this on my own.”

Something shifted in Art's expression, for just a moment, he looked almost vulnerable. He wasn't just the fierce and intense athlete you idolized; he was human. “You don’t have to be alone.” He brushed his lips against yours softly, “I can show you how much more you can be. How much more you can have.”

And that was when it hit you—the real reason you were drawn to him. It wasn’t the tennis. It wasn’t the accolades or the fame. It was that, for the first time, someone powerful had noticed you. Someone who could offer you everything— success, the world, and something darker and more alluring than you ever imagined.

But before you could respond, before you could step closer to the edge of that precipice, a voice called from down the hall, pulling you back to reality.

It was Tashi, her tone commanding, and when Art turned to look at her, there was a fleeting trace of annoyance on his face.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he offered you a small, almost sad smile, and then turned to walk away.

You stood there, breathless, heart pounding in your chest.

You had slipped from his grasp. For now.

But you knew that Art was a man who didn’t let go easily.

And sooner or later, he would come for you again.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The locker room was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Another win on the court meant nothing to you, as the weight of failure in your personal life pressed against your bones. Your racket bag sat slumped against the bench, abandoned like a forgotten piece of yourself. You rubbed at your temples, exhaustion and frustration clawing at you in equal measure.

“You played well,” came a voice from the doorway, warm and unmistakable.

Frightened, you looked up.

Art stood there, leaning casually against the inside frame of the only exit. He was dressed impeccably, as always—dark slacks and a perfectly tailored dress shirt you had given him, made him look more like a businessman than a retired athlete. His piercing blue eyes, with that gorgeous speck of brown, were locked onto you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

In one hand, he held a bottle of pomegranate juice— your favorite drink.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice clipped, though you already knew the answer. Art was not one to listen to mortal things like court orders.

“I’m your coach, remember?” he shrugged, stepping inside as the door swung shut behind him. “It’s my job to be here for you.”

You stood up, putting the bench between you and the man who you hoped would soon be your ex-husband. “I told you I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want you anymore.”

If anything, your words seemed to amuse him. “You’re upset,” he said calmly, as though addressing a child. “You’re not thinking clearly. I’ve done everything to help you—your sponsorship, your career, your success. That’s all because of me.”

Your stomach turned, upset that you were unable to deny those words in their entirety. “You manipulated me. You isolated me from everyone who mattered. I didn’t ask for any of this!”

“Those distractions?“ Art’s jaw tightened, but his voice remained steady, one of his eyebrows raised in question. “You think they cared about you the way I do? No one else would go to these lengths for you. No one else could understand you like I do.”

“This isn’t understanding, Art. This is control.”

“Control?” he echoed softly, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. He was a man full of contradictions—each calculated move wrapped in a smile. For every decision made without your knowledge, there had been a kiss or a whisper to try and soothe your apprehension. It had worked before, and there was no reason to believe it wouldn't work now. To him, this was a tantrum that he was tired of waiting for you to finish. “Is that what you think this is? No. This is love. Love that no one else will ever be capable of giving you.”

“I’ve heard this before, Art. You’re hurting me like she hurt you.” You did not have to say Tashi’s name to be understood by him. She had been the one before you, the one who had owned him, in a way that still haunted him, even now. The thought of her, the reminder that Art’s heart had belonged to someone else, made a bitter knot tighten in your chest. It wasn’t just about jealousy—it was about the fear that he would never truly be yours the way he had been hers. “You still think about her,” you accused, your voice trembling with inadequacy.

“It’s not her, it’s you,” he replied, shaking his head. “I’m always thinking of you. I’d rather hurt with you than be happy with anyone else.” You sucked in a breath, upset that his declaration excited you and he knew—he knew the power he held over you, and he would never relinquish it.

He had already decided your fate. He was your captor, and you were his prize.

“I’m leaving,” you said, your voice fearful but resolute. “You can’t stop me.”

Art’s gaze flickered, and for the briefest moment, you thought you saw something crack beneath his calm facade. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by a chilling certainty.

“Try,” he said, his lips curling into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His voice, low and laced with menace, seemed to echo in the space around you. “You don’t understand, do you? This isn’t something you can just walk away from. Not anymore. We’re married.”

The words hit you like a thunderclap, the truth of them shattering the last vestiges of resistance in your chest. Art wasn’t just a man obsessed with you. He was a man willing to destroy everything in his path to keep you by his side. The world you thought you could escape to was gone. You were his wife, bound to him in ways you hadn't yet fully understood until now.

You frozen in place as he took a slow step forward, and watched as his gaze was drawn to the small but noticeable tan left behind by the missing wedding ring on your finger. His brand.

You could sense his anger just by the way his lips slightly parted as he reached for the bottle of juice and unscrewed the cap, taking a slow, deliberate sip before offering it to you. You gaped at the bottle in his hand.

A rush of panic flooded your chest, but before you could speak, Art closed the distance between you. His fingertips brushed against your cheek as he forcefully pulled you towards him, crushing his lips onto yours. The kiss was hard, demanding, as if he were pulling your very soul from your body. His tongue slipped past your lips, and you whimpered, caught in the web of his obsession.

The taste of pomegranate juice lingered on your palate, sweet but tainted, just like everything else Art had ever given you.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, his breath warm against your skin. "We are one. As we were always meant to be."

Your pulse raced, heart pounding, as you tried to regain some semblance of control, but his grip on you was relentless. He wasn’t letting you slip away again, not after everything he’d done to claim you.

And with every second you stood there, you could feel the walls closing in, just like the dark, silent underworld that had already begun to welcome you home.

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𐂯 self-indulgent blue-themed names & (attempted) pronouns :3 not inspired by rwuffles whaaa.... /silly

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Easy's Songbird - Chapter 23

authors note: ily vega family dynamic, never leave me.

(if you read this and it was called chapter 22, no you didn't.)

spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ogLZLI24Z8aiIKRYiGQdK

song: kingdom come by the civil wars

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Isabella’s surprised to see everyone already awake. She wasn’t the sleeping in type, especially not after waking up everyday an hour before reveille so she could get ready. She had spent some time dressing and rubbing the remaining sleep from her eyes.

She slips into her seat, eager to eat whatever breakfast was made for the day. Usually her mother would cook, but every once in a while Maya would make something that reminded her of home. 

Anzu slides out of her seat next to Liebgott and runs over to Isabella. “Isa!”

Isabella grins. “Anzu!”

“Isa!”

“Anzu!”

“Isa!”

Isabella is cut off from answering by Maya placing her plate in front of her. Breakfast today was traditional Japanese; grilled salmon with crispy skin, steamed white rice, miso soup with tofu and seaweed, and a small side of pickled vegetables. The scent of dashi broth and toasted nori filled the room, grounding and comforting.

Isabella’s eyes widened with delight. “Maya, this looks amazing.”

Maya, already settling down beside Taiga with her own plate, smiled warmly. “You’ve been gone a long time. I figured something warm would help settle you back in.”

“I feel spoiled,” Isabella murmured, immediately digging in. “This beats powdered eggs and burnt toast by a lot.”

“That’s because it’s made with actual effort,” Cameron replied, sipping his tea with a deadpan look.

Glancing at Gene, she realizes that he’s absolutely out of his depth. It makes sense, Louisiana barely had Japanese people. 

Gene looks at the miso and tofu with small apprehension. Giggling, Isabella speaks up.

“Don’t worry, Gene. It’s not gonna bite you.”

Gene glances up, expression dry. “Looks like it might.”

Maya laughs softly behind her teacup. “It’s good for you. And if you don’t like it, I’ll make you something else.”

He looks at her, then back down at the bowl. “No, I’ll try it. Just… wasn’t expecting breakfast to stare back.”

“That’s the seaweed,” Isabella teases, nudging his elbow with hers. “It’s judging you. Be brave.”

He gives her a look but picks up his chopsticks anyway—awkwardly, like he’s trying not to break them or himself in the process—and manages to get a piece of tofu into his mouth. He chews slowly, cautiously, and then—surprisingly—nods.

“…Not bad.”

“Victory!” Isabella declares, pumping a fist in the air. “Eugene Roe versus breakfast: Roe wins.”

Lucas snorts into his tea. “Barely. I was two seconds away from calling a medic.”

“Good thing he is one,” Isabella says with a grin, spooning up some of her miso.

As they eat, Isabella’s parents chat happily with Gene and Liebgott, eager to learn more about the two people their daughter had gotten close with. She eats her rice with gusto until a realization hits her.

“Lucas.”

Lucas looks at her, concerned at her serious tone. “What?”

Placing down her chopsticks, she narrows her eyes as she leans over the table, intimidating. “When are you gonna give me the money you owe me?”

The table falls silent at her words and Lucas nervously swallows, not anticipating the question. 

“Well…”

Isabella huffs. “You said that if I said Crosby was the best looking one that you’d split half the winnings with me!”

Lucas’s eyes dart around the table like a man under interrogation. “Technically… I said if you said it, and if we won.”

“We did win! You said it in a letter!” Isabella shoots back, jabbing her chopsticks in his direction. “Thirty whole dollars! You owe me fifteen!”

Cameron chokes on his salmon. “Wait, what is happening?”

Lucas flustered, tries to reason. “Listen, Bucky didn’t want to pay his share!”

“Too bad, tell Egan to suck it up. I want my money!”

Gene raises an eyebrow, trying and failing to hold back a grin. “What the hell kinda hustle are y’all running?”

“A profitable one,” Isabella snaps, but there’s a glint of amusement in her eyes. She crosses her arms. “They made a betting pool to see who I thought was most handsome from the photo Lucas sent me. Lucas said that if I mentioned in my letter that Harry Crosby was the most handsome out of all of them just to screw with Bucky’s ego then he would split half the winnings with me.”

Liebgott whistles, impressed. “Brutal.”

“She deserves that fifteen,” Cameron says, pointing at her with his chopsticks. “With interest.”

“Interest!” Isabella beams. “You hear that? Eighteen dollars. I’ll take cash or victory cakes.”

Lucas groans dramatically, digging into his pocket. “You’re all traitors.”

Isabella happily takes the cash, slipping it into her own pocket. “Thank you very much!”

“I’m telling Bucky you stiffed me.” Lucas grumbles under his breath.

“You do that. While you’re at it, tell him to stop trying to flirt with me all the way across the Atlantic.” she replies sharply.

Liebgott chokes on his tea. “He’s flirting with you? You serious?”

Isabella shrugs, feigning nonchalance as she sips her miso. “He sent a whole paragraph about how I remind him of this girl back home. Said something about my ‘poetic spirit’ and ‘unbreakable fire.’ I think he was trying to be charming.”

“That’s not flirting,” Gene mutters. “That’s poetry with an agenda.”

“Exactly,” she says, setting her bowl down. “And I know a loaded stanza when I see one.”

Cameron smirks. “He’s got no idea what he’s in for.”

Lucas leans back in his chair, still grumbling. “He’s just mad he lost the bet. And maybe his pride.”

“Both well-deserved,” Isabella says sweetly, before flashing a victorious grin at the table. “Let this be a lesson, boys.”

Gene chuckles softly. “Remind me never to cross you.”

“You’ll be fine,” she says, nudging him playfully. “You know how to hold a scalpel and your opinions.”

“Barely,” he says, but he’s smiling.

The rest of the breakfast passes in warmth and laughter, the kind of domestic comfort none of them had really felt since before the war began. Eventually, her parents leave to go to work and Maya takes the kids to school. All that’s left are her, her brothers, and Liebgott and Gene.

They happily sit in the living room, sharing stories of their different experiences. Isabella happily tells her brothers of the time Liebgott and her had to run Currahee after she had pushed Liebgott into the mud. Lucas tells them how Crosby was so sick on a flight that he had accidentally navigated them to France instead of England. Cameron recalls how Billy managed to go AWOL from the hospital while he was sick with pneumonia by charming a nurse to the point she pretty much let him do whatever he wanted.

Gene laughs softly at that, shaking his head. “Wish I could say I was surprised, but after everything we’ve heard about the guy, that sounds about right.”

“Cameron wrote me about it,” Isabella says between giggles. “Said he used a crutch as a cane, threw a blanket over his shoulders, and limped out like he was some kind of war hero sneaking past enemy lines.”

Liebgott raises a brow. “He is sneaking past enemy lines. Just hospital ones.”

“Still counts,” Cameron says, grinning. “Man’s got style.”

Lucas leans back in the armchair, arms draped over the sides like a king in his throne. “And Crosby swears up and down that he meant to land in France. Said it was a tactical recon error. We told him that’s what happens when you fly half-conscious with anxiety and throw up in your own map bag.”

“Sounds like leadership material,” Gene mutters, dry as ever.

Liebgott snorts. “Better than Sobel.”

They all groan in agreement.

“Don’t bring up that man,” Isabella says, eyes narrowed. “You’ll ruin my whole vacation.”

Cameron claps a hand over his heart. “You’re right. Let’s preserve the sacred peace of this living room.”

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, the kind that only happens when people know each other so well that they don’t need to fill every moment. The sunlight spills through the window, warming the hardwood floor where Miyuki naps nearby, tail twitching in a dream.

Isabella glances between Gene and Liebgott, then to her brothers. “Wanna go out to the lake later? We could bring lunch, spend the afternoon there.”

Cameron perks up. “Only if we get to skip rocks.”

“You’re gonna say that,” Lucas replies, “and then throw like, one rock before you get bored and start climbing trees again.”

“I don’t see the issue.”

Isabella snorts. “It’s fine. If anything he’ll jump from a tree and break an arm again.”

“I’m an Army Ranger for your information,” Cameron exclaims. “I would totally make it from the tree to the lake!”

“Sure buddy, whatever makes you sleep at night.” Lucas answers back lazily.

Liebgott stretches out on the rug, propping his head up on his hand. “Wait, again? That actually happened?”

Isabella nods, smug. “Summer of ‘36. Climbed the big cypress out by the north end of the lake, thought he could fly. Newsflash: he couldn’t.”

“I slipped!” Cameron protests, pointing an accusatory finger at her. “The branch broke!”

“And yet somehow you were the only one dumb enough to climb out that far,” Lucas mutters with a grin.

Gene’s brows lift. “And he lived?”

“Only because I dragged his scrawny ass back to the house while he cried the whole way,” Isabella says, hand to her chest like a war hero recounting their finest hour.

“I was eleven!” Cameron groans.

“And I was twelve and significantly cooler.”

“You were also covered in mud and screaming at your dad to get the iodine,” Lucas adds helpfully.

Gene chuckles, exchanging a glance with Liebgott. “Remind me to never question her field instincts again.”

“She’s been treating this disaster since they were kids,” Liebgott says, jerking a thumb at Cameron. “No wonder she’s good at it.”

Cameron only raises his chin proudly. “You’re just jealous I’ve always been the fun sibling.”

“‘Fun’ isn’t the word I’d use,” Isabella mutters. “But sure.”

They eventually will themselves to get up and get ready to go to the lake in the backyard. Isabella rummages around to find Gene and Liebgott bathing suits that would fit them once she had finished changing, eventually giving up and handing them some old hand-me-downs of Michel Alejandro’s that could get wet and dirty.

“That’s the best I got.” Isabella says as she quickly makes some sandwiches for them to take. Her hair is loose and the curls are the frizziest they’d ever been thanks to the Florida humidity. Despite this, she feels at home. 

Gene takes the offered clothes with a nod of gratitude, holding up the shirt and pants with a cautious squint. “These don’t scream ‘paratrooper,’ but I guess they’ll do.”

Liebgott raises a brow at his own pair, turning them over like they’re foreign objects. “You’re telling me your brother wore these? They look like they’ve seen some things.”

“They have,” Isabella says flatly, smearing butter onto a slice of bread. “But they’re the only ones that won’t fall off you the second you hit the water, so quit complaining.”

Liebgott huffs and slings them over his shoulder. “I better not get some weird disease from these.”

“You’ll survive, city boy,” Cameron calls from down the hall, already in his trunks and toweling his hair like he’s on vacation. “Besides, I think the lake’s clean. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” Gene echoes, shooting Isabella a look.

She just shrugs, stacking the sandwiches into a picnic basket. “Don’t be dramatic. It’s freshwater. There’s only like, one gator.”

Gene and Liebgott both freeze.

“Kidding,” Isabella says, far too quickly to be convincing.

Lucas strolls into the kitchen with a towel over his shoulder and his guitar slung on his back. “The gator’s only out during mating season, anyway.”

“Lucas!” she hisses, smacking his arm with a napkin.

“What?” He grins. “They deserve the full Florida experience.”

By the time the group is loaded up with towels, sandwiches, and ice-cold sodas from the fridge, the sun is high overhead and the lake glitters invitingly behind the house.

It’s quiet out here — the kind of peaceful you only find in the middle of nowhere, where the trees hum with cicadas and the world feels suspended in a perfect summer moment.

Isabella leads the charge toward the dock.

“You bring your instruments to the lake?” Gene asks, adjusting the towel around his neck after he realizes Lucas hadn’t left his guitar at home.

“We bring them everywhere,” she replies with a grin. “Never know when someone’s gonna challenge you to a duel.”

Liebgott sighs. “Florida’s weird.”

“You’re welcome,” Isabella says, already kicking off her shoes. She eagerly strips off her dress, revealing a light pink knitted swimsuit with flower detailing. “Last one in the lake is a rotten egg!”

Liebgott’s eyes widen. “What the hell kind of swimsuit is that?”

Isabella doesn’t even pause. “The pretty kind,” she shouts over her shoulder, already sprinting down the dock.

Lucas laughs as he drops his guitar gently onto a bench near the tree line. “Better move, boys. She plays dirty.”

Gene doesn’t hesitate. He drops the towel, tosses the shirt, and is after her in a second, kicking up dirt and sand. “She’s got a head start!”

“Not for long,” Cameron grins, charging after them with a hoot.

Liebgott watches the chaos unfold with a groan. “Why am I here,” he mutters, then yanks off his shirt and follows suit.

By the time Isabella cannonballs into the lake, the splash echoes across the trees. Gene dives in right after her, smooth and clean, and Cameron hits the water with a shout. Lucas wades in lazily, and Liebgott finally throws himself in with a shout of, “I hate this! This is great!”

The water is warm, the sun glinting across its surface as they float, swim, and dunk each other like kids on summer break. For a little while, there’s no war, no weight of deployment, no looming unknown. There’s only water, laughter, and the hum of cicadas in the trees.

Gene surfaces beside Isabella, slicking his hair back. “You weren’t kidding about the lake.”

She smiles, floating on her back. “Told you. No gators.”

Gene swims over to where Cameron and Liebgott are wrestling in the water, just in time to watch Cameron shove Liebgott under with a triumphant laugh.

Liebgott resurfaces, sputtering and glaring. “That’s it, you little shit—get over here!”

“Oh no,” Cameron yells, backstroking in the other direction. “I’m just a baby! You can’t hit me!”

“You’re eighteen, you menace!” Liebgott lunges after him.

From the shore, Isabella howls with laughter, doubling over with her hands on her knees. “Y’all are gonna drown each other!”

Lucas is sitting at the edge of the dock, ankles in the water and guitar in his lap. He starts strumming a lazy, playful tune as if to soundtrack the chaos.

“I give it five minutes before someone tries to suplex someone else,” he calls out.

“Cameron already did,” Gene says, drifting by. “It was messy.”

Liebgott grabs Cameron’s arm and spins him around with all the vengeance of a long-suffering older sibling. “You think you’re fast?” he growls, before flinging him through the water like a skipping stone.

Cameron whoops as he lands with a splash. “Wheeee!”

Isabella dives in again, swimming right between them before popping up dramatically. “If y’all are done with wrestling tryouts, someone should race me to the dock!”

“Absolutely not,” Gene says flatly, shaking water from his ears. “You’ve got the fastest kick I’ve ever seen.”

“Coward,” she sings, splashing water at him.

He raises his brows and splashes back, soaking her face. “Try me.”

A war erupts. Water flies everywhere—Isabella and Gene teaming up against Liebgott, who grabs Lucas’s arm and yells, “Guitar boy, you’re on my team now!”

“I’m armed with a guitar,” Lucas deadpans. “What am I supposed to do? Serenade them into surrender?”

“Distract them with your pretty face!” Isabella cries, flipping water at them with her foot.

“That's my move!” Cameron shouts from behind her, launching a surprise wave of his own.

The chaos builds—splashing, shrieking, laughing. It’s the kind of moment that lives in sun-dappled memory forever.

Eventually, they all float in a loose circle, breathless and grinning.

Isabella’s curls float gently on the surface of the water, her eyes closed and peaceful. 

Humming, she breaks the delicate silence. “Have you guys ever eaten ants before?”

She hears Liebgott choke on air as Gene smacks his back to get him to breathe. Lucas and Cameron ignore her, already knowing what she had planned.

“What the hell do you mean ants?!” Liebgott spluttered.

“Exactly that. Ants.”

As she glances back, she sees that her ever dependable Eugene was also apprehensive at her words, unsure of what she was getting at.

“In Colombia, in the region my mother is from, they eat ants. Big-bottomed ants, they’re called. You take off the head, wings, and legs and then you toast them until they’re nice and crunchy.”

Gene looked horrified. “You eat bugs on purpose?���

“They’re a delicacy!” Isabella insists, grinning like she’s telling a ghost story around a campfire. “They’re called hormigas culonas. Real crunchy. Kinda nutty. Very earthy.”

Liebgott looked like he was about to swim back to the shore and pretend this conversation never happened. “Why would you ever look at an ant and think, ‘Mmm. Snack.’”

Isabella shrugs, floating lazily on her back. “Why do people eat snails in France? Or haggis in Scotland? Every place has their weird food. This one just happens to be protein with six legs.”

“I’m never trusting you around the food again,” Liebgott mutters.

Gene pinches the bridge of his nose. “Are we gonna open the picnic basket and find bug jerky next to the sandwiches?”

She snickers. “Nah, Mama only makes them for special occasions.”

“I swear to God,” Liebgott says, spinning in the water to face Cameron and Lucas. “Y’all knew she was gonna say this?”

Lucas grins. “She did the same thing when we were ten. Got a whole jar of them from her cousin in Santander and offered ‘em to the kids at school like they were candy.”

Cameron laughs, eyes closed against the sun. “You screamed when one landed on your shirt. She told you it was revenge.”

“It was revenge,” Isabella says, floating closer. “You threw a frog at me the week before.”

Liebgott groans. “You’re all insane.”

Eventually, they left the water as the sun began lowering and the water cooled. They sat happily under a large willow tree as they ate their food and Lucas strummed his guitar. 

Gene sat cross-legged on the grass, sandwich in hand, watching the way the fading sunlight filtered through the willow branches and danced on the surface of the lake. Liebgott lay flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes closed, quietly humming along to Lucas’s guitar.

Isabella leaned against the tree trunk, towel wrapped loosely around her shoulders, curls damp and wild from the lake. Cameron sat beside her, absently humming a tune in between bites of his sandwich.

“Feels like a postcard,” Gene murmured, almost to himself.

“It is a postcard,” Isabella replied softly, glancing out over the water. “One I’ll probably carry with me for the rest of my life.”

Lucas strummed a few brighter chords. “We should write a song about it. ‘Last Summer on the Lake’ or something sappy like that.”

“Or,” Cameron said, pointing with his sandwich, “we could call it ‘Bug Jerky and Frog Revenge.’”

Isabella snorted. “Absolutely not. That’s the worst title I’ve ever heard.”

“Hey, it’s honest,” Liebgott added, cracking one eye open. “Sums you up pretty well, doesn’t it?”

She threw a grape at his chest.

Gene speaks up, voice soft. “You should sing a song, Birdie.”

“Yeah, a private concert just for us.” Liebgott added.

Isabella huffed, quickly swallowing her food. “What makes you think I give out free concerts?”

Gene leaned back on his elbows, eyes on the horizon. “Come on. Just one.”

“You act like I’m a jukebox,” Isabella said, rolling her eyes. “What kind of request is that? At least give me a genre.”

“Come on, Isa.” Lucas cut in. “One wouldn’t hurt.”

Everyone’s attention turned toward her now — not pressing, but expectant. The breeze rustled the willow leaves above them, and the golden light was dipping into dusk.

“Fine!” she exclaims. 

She whispers into Lucas’s ear and he begins playing his guitar, a dark melody flying through the air. Isabella and Lucas start singing at the same time, the harmony haunting.

“Run, run, run away. Buy yourself another day. A cold wind's whispering secrets in your ear. So low only you can hear. Run, run, run and hide. Somewhere no one else can find. Tall trees bend and lean pointing where to go. Where you will still be all alone”

Their voices weave together effortlessly — Lucas’s low, steady tone grounding Isabella’s softer, aching timbre. The lake reflects the last sliver of sun as it dips behind the tree line, casting a golden shimmer across the water. Everything feels suspended — like the world has stopped just for the five of them

“Don't you fret, my dear. It'll all be over soon. I'll be waiting here for you”

She sings like someone whispering a secret to the trees — barely loud enough for the boys to hear, but powerful all the same. Lucas’s voice adds to the scene, the harmony raising goosebumps on Gene and Liebgott’s skin.

Lucas begins playing stronger, louder, as they reach the next refrain. They sing out like a cry, as if they were truly telling something, someone, to run away.

“Run fast as you can. No one has to understand. Fly high across the sky from here to kingdom come. Fall back down to where you're from. Don't you fret, my dear. It'll all be over soon. I'll be waiting here for you. For you, for you.”

The guitar softens again, Lucas and Isabella’s voices along with it until they reach the climax of the song. It’s like a call and response, a warning flowing through the air.

“Don't you fret, my dear (don't you fret, my dear). It'll all be over soon (it'll all be over soon). I'll be waiting here. Don't you fret, my dear. Oh, it'll be over soon. I'll be waiting here for you. For you, for you (run, run, run away). (Run, run, run away)”

The final chord hangs in the humid air, ringing out over the still water before gently fading into the soft rustle of the willow branches above them.

Liebgott swallows hard, his brow furrowed — not from confusion, but something else. Something more tender. “Jesus,” he murmurs. “You trying to kill us with that voice or what?”

Gene doesn’t say anything for a long moment. He just watches Isabella, the fading light reflecting in her eyes like stars. Finally, he says, voice soft and low, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

Isabella doesn’t respond right away. She just smiles at the grass, picking at a thread in the hem of her towel. “It’s just a song.”

“No,” Gene says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not when you sing it.”

The words hang between them like something delicate, unspoken and fragile — too much to hold in their hands, but too precious to ignore.

Then, in typical fashion, Lucas ruins the moment.

“Alright, someone pass me another sandwich before I start crying like a baby.”

Laughter erupts, sudden and needed, and the spell breaks gently.

But even as they joke and settle back into familiar rhythms — even as the sun disappears and fireflies begin their silent dance across the water — the memory of her voice lingers in all of them.

A small piece of peace, tucked away in the chaos of the world. A reminder of home, and hope, and something worth singing for.

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Translations: Hormigas Culonas - Big-Bottomed Ants

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taglist: @darling-heffron, @malarkgirlypop

[jclolz22]

favorite fanfiction writers and why? could be like any reason why, such as creativity, writing style, characterization, if they remind you or some other author, anything else i forgot (which i know i have!

alright so not to copy maya, but... I have to agree: annie, diya, nori, kaz. they're all amazing. they're all so creative (especially all the alt. universes that nori comes up with)

kaz's "stream of green" (back when she had her original account) literally inspired my first (?) tashi bot.

and I'm working on a bot inspired by one of Annie's fics, which im excited about because I loved the fic and its half(LOL) and second parts

this is more so regarding diya's moodboards, but I've made a couple bots based on moodboards she's made, and there are more in the works

and this makes me want to talk about something that diya and I talked about, which is the fact that being able to make something new based on someone else's creation is still beautiful. you're still making something new, even if you're pulling from someone else's idea (with credit given).

I want to add on that every writer I've encountered on here has had something about them and their work that makes it good. I've yet to read something that I dislike. and I do mean regarding everything other than the characters/storyline. obviously if there's a character I don't like, I don't read the fic. but for what I have read, I've enjoyed essentially all of it.

@grimsonandclover @diyasgarden @leftoverghosts @pparacxosm

[misscammiedawn]

Hi!!! :D I'm curious to know which sorts of scenes you like developing best with each character, and are some of them easier or more difficult to work on than others? Also, what would be each oc's idea of a good day? ^^

Thank you for sharing information about your characters!

So-- I think it depends on the character? Like when we build a character we kind of stretch out what their emotional range is and there's always this little sweet spot

The best example is our Slasher/Genius character Owen who loved to Peacock-- we used to record logs in his voice (and killing room tapes) to really ham up and express his peacock nature-- when we performed him at the table he'd often get flustered because he has all this GRAN-DEE-YOSE EN-AR-GEE to spew out but like it all trips over itself-- pressing his buttons was FUN

But with someone like Belladonna it's those introspective scenes where she's turning things over in her head that we like writing the most, really trying to lay out what is going on inside the heart and mind of a character

But we don't always write like that-- when we wrote our Fae character Honoria for the post-campaign chapters we wanted to present her like Phoenix Wright in Ace Attorney 4 so we could see she's become wise and powerful since the game and has this confident air to her, then when we get to see her internal prose again we discover that she's still the same helpless fuck-up "cursed to be a Dawn" that she always was-- I LOVED when we did that! It was probably our fave bit of character writing <3

So-- let's just do short and sweet ones and say what I enjoy most in writing them:

Madison Smith - Dialogue <3 I love how she and Bella bounce off of one another, how she's careful and inquisitive-- writing chemistry is always easy with her <3

Belladonna Cooper - As mentioned above, how she thinks and feels-- 90% of the story is her perspective and we like to find interesting ways of exploring her emotional flashbacks and switches-- it's SUPER important to get her internal and external world right!

Tyler Dawn - As a tabletop character he was mostly acted (until the webcomic anyway) and he was always processing and trying to keep up but he is a fuck-up and treated as such by the team-- we liked the moments that showed that he DOES care and pay attention, he just struggles more than the others-- his vulnerability always made me wanna hug him

Honoria Everett - The chasm between the person she needs to be and the person she is-- in the campaign Nori and Tyler shared a soul and an enchanted journal (we have a physical copy of one as a memento when the game ended, our GM wrote the message as Honoria) that they shared messages back and forth in and it was always good to see the difference between the one tasked with uniting the courts of Arcadia and the shard of soul thrust into a fantasy story.

Owen Pierce - PEACOCKING! We loved loved LOVED peacocking as Owen! We have so many voice files of him just babbling on and on (we are tempted to share one where he describes his fetish but-- naaaaa) anyway-- Owen loves the sound of his voice and we loved giving it to him!

Adrienne Moore - For our trash therapist mage, we loved writing her getting INDIGNANT! She used to get SO incensed and we loved just letting her become angry beyond belief!

Maya Kato - Master manipulator and we loved writing how she worked people

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Anyway! We like zeroing in on the core thing about a character and building from there <3

[heartnosekid]

✨ name stimboard masterlist ✨

i get a lot of asks for names i've already made boards for, so i wanted to compile a list of all the name boards i’ve made, which i will update as new ones are posted! so, before you request a name stimboard, please refer to this list first!

- ish 💕

IMPORTANT UPDATE: ALL LINKS TO NAME STIMBOARDS ARE HOSTED AT THIS LINK. PLEASE REFER TO THAT LIST INSTEAD.

Moxie

Huxley

Ainsley

Wilson

Laurent

Marnie

Maxie

Apollo

Caroline

Rassy / Rasbaby

Isabel

Judas

Romeo

Izzy

Storm

Quinn

Joeli

Greg

Logan

Kaitlyn

Roswell

Cos

Crowan

Pax

Emily

Ida

Sacha

Algernon

Arion

Briar

Dizzy

Irii

Danny

Lynn

MM

Yaffa

Destini

Reyez

Nero

Mars

Ingydar

Anna

Kit

Clementine

Frank (short for Franciszek)

Beatrice

Giovanna

Amber

Emery

Astre

Laz

Varon

Persephone

Ian

Caron

Roz

Finn

Jester

Daenir

Mon / Mono

Maya

Clover

Winter

Winnie

Ezra

Altaïr

Shay

Jasper

Travis

Sunny

Martha

Ethan

Aliel

Sidney

Icarus

Vladimir

Sonny

Bean

Andie

Nori

Leonis

Aedyn

Tearsette

Zack

Bramble

Robin

Asmara

Luna

Victor

Azure

Luck

Dee

Sage

Sequoyah

Maris

Cordelia

Catarina

Eddie

Arlen

[universomovie]

American Vogue Winter 2025 Covers

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[thegarlicpressph]

The Most Delicious Gifts for Your Favorite Foodie

The season of giving isn’t over, especially when there’s an abundance of great food and food-related gifts!

The holiday season is the perfect time to spread joy and what better way to do so than with food? Whether you’re shopping for a gourmet enthusiast, a sweet tooth, or someone who simply appreciates thoughtful, edible surprises, food gifts are a fool-proof way to delight your loved ones, colleagues, or even yourself. *wink*

From artisanal treats to festive staples, here are some of the best holiday food gifts that are sure to make anyone crave for more.

You’ll never go wrong with ham when it comes to the holidays! It’s the ultimate crowd-pleaser and its sweet and savory flavors make it perfect as a pre-feast snack (read: charcuterie) or as the highlight of noche buena. For the best ham for your buck, reach out to ChinaMommy or go for the fool-proof and no-fail Plaza Ham that’s been around for generations. Guevarra’s Honey Glazed Ham is another ready-to-eat option delivered to your doorstep. 

Give the gift of culinary exploration! Cooking classes offer an opportunity to learn how to make international or local favorites like Italian pasta, French pastries, or Filipino classics. You can always check out institutions like The Maya Kitchen or the Heny Sison Culinary School.

Perfect for the gourmand, a wine-tasting session introduces them to pairing, tasting notes, and the rich history of winemaking. For inclusive and thorough wine lectures paired with great food, check out The Tasting Club and make sure to follow their events! 

Delight the chocolate lover in your life with premium, award-winning locally made chocolates that showcase the Philippines’ rich cacao heritage. Brands like Auro Chocolates (their advent calendar will surely be a hit!) offer world-class confections crafted with locally sourced cacao beans and a commitment to sustainability.

And here’s something that will definitely take your love for chocolate to the next level. Enjoy a sweet-and-savory treat with Baken’s Bacon & Toffee Dark Chocolate, a festive collaboration with Theo & Philo. Crispy Real Bacon Crisps meet velvety dark chocolate and toffee for a decadent twist. Get this limited-edition chocolate-bacon bar free with the purchase of three Real Bacon Crisps at Brera Delicatessen, House of Cravings, Kultura Filipino, Joel's Place, Terry Selection, and The Seven Pantry until 31 January 2025.

Just in time for the holiday season, Steak & Frice released a jar version of their Beef Tallow Popcorn, which already comes perfect for gifting!

Locally made cassava chips from Balay Baler comes in so many flavors and sizes, it’ll make any snack lover squeal with joy — make sure to get the Nori-flavored chips in a bucket for a subtle yet satisfying bite!

And if you’re looking for the best way for kids (and kids at heart) to eat their greens, go for local leafy chips Kang Kong King, which evolved from mall stalls to grocery staples in just a couple of years! 

Gift the flavors of the Philippines with Saint C’s all-natural condiments like pure calamansi extract, Cocomansi (coconut sap with calamansi), and coconut vinegar. Perfect for marinades, sauces, and seasoning, these thoughtful gifts bring a touch of local goodness to any kitchen while supporting Filipino farmers and sustainable practices.

Guevarra’s also launched their line of house-made condiments like Bagoong (Classic and Sweet & Spicy), Spiced Vinegar (that goes well with almost everything!), and Chili Garlic.

Dumaguete’s Buglas Isla Café (which opened this year in ArcoVia City) also offers their house-made Sukang Sinamak, Chicken Oil, and Chorizo Seasoning that should definitely be kitchen staples in every foodie’s home! 

When it comes to holiday comfort food, nothing beats carbs — I mean, freshly baked goods! Bakerton takes desserts to the next level with their Turon Langka Pie and Apple Pie Cake, offering modern twists on classic flavors.

Half Saints in QC wows with their elegant Crema de Fruta, featuring layers of soft sponge, creamy custard, and a glistening fruit topping.

For a touch of celebrity-approved indulgence, Baby Pat’s Ensaymada is a must-try, with its soft, buttery texture and generous cheese topping.

Newly opened Rustic Mornings Bakeshop delivers decadence with their rich Valrhona Brownies and zesty Orange Cake, perfect for any festive gathering.

Foodies’ fave Leonisa’s Kitchen makes traditional Fruit Cake that will bring a smile to any tita or tito who loves this timeless holiday treat.

You can also bring a touch of Italian tradition to the holidays with panettone from Masa Madre Bakehouse — studded with raisins and a crusty top that’s a great contrast of texture from its fluffy interior that blends tradition with modern indulgence, making it an even more festive centerpiece for the season.

For something outside the ordinary, surprise your loved ones with the flavorful platters from Palm Grill, featuring their Chicken Pianggang Platter with fragrant turmeric rice, a bold dish that highlights Zamboanga’s rich culinary heritage.

Alternatively, Guevarra’s serves up classic Filipino spreads with expertly prepared dishes that are perfect for family feasts and holiday celebrations — whether you’re craving for their timeless Bellychon and Beef Caldereta, or their holiday exclusives like Longganisa Meatballs in Cranberry Glaze or Chorizo & Cheese Croquettes.

If you’re looking for an interactive food to share or something that will impress your Chinoy friends, bring Chinese Lumpia from ChinaMommy! 

And nothing says sophistication like a curated cheese and charcuterie spread. La Petite Fromagerie offers expertly crafted bundles featuring gourmet cheeses, cured meats, and accompaniments like honey and nuts, making it the ideal choice for intimate gatherings or thoughtful holiday gifts.

Seafood that’s perfect for impressing guests or gifting to fellow sushi enthusiasts? Count us in! Sushi lovers will appreciate the premium options available this holiday season.

Cold Storage Seafood, with locations in San Juan and Banawe, offers sushi and sashimi platters that rival those from top restaurants, showcasing expertly sliced, fresh selections.

Meanwhile, Taste & Tell delivers beautifully crafted sushi bake trays that will remind you of the few good things that came out of the lockdowns. 

If you’re at a loss for ideas but still want to give a special person something thoughtful, a gift certificate to a specialty grocer like Dough & Grocer, Joel’s Place, or timeless Santi’s will definitely bring a smile to their face. There’s nothing like retail therapy at someone’s expense to brighten one’s day!

If you want something different, a gift certificate to their favorite restaurant or a must-try joint is another great option. Treat your favorite foodie to a boozy Sunday brunch at Casa Buenas, take their tastebuds to Japan with an unforgettable sushi omakase by Bruce Ricketts at IAI Manila, or better yet, get them GCs to one of Baguio’s best spots: Gypsy Baguio by Chef Waya — perfect for their holiday getaway up north!

*Photos courtesy of Heny Sison Culinary School, The Tasting Club, Taste & Tell, Auro Chocolate, Balay Baler, Saint C, Half Saints, Leonisa’s Kitchen, Dough & Grocer, Joel’s Place, and Santi’s

[littleinfinitiy]

February 4-6, 2024

February 4, 2024

Sobrang napahaba tulog mo nung araw na to siguro kasi pagod ka din talaga kagabi kaya hinayaan ko din na matulog ka ng matagal. Di na kita chinat or what kasi may agenda din ako today e hahahaha maaga din talaga ako luluwas kasi sasabay man ako kela mama palabas. Syempre di ko nalimutan yung inorder ko nung gabi kasi eto na yung papasalubong ko sayo HAHAHAHA wala akong maisip so yeah eto nalang. Ang iyong cravings nung nakaraan pa. Actually nung nakita ko yun sa note mo isa lang pumasok sa isip ko. Sabi ko pabili kaya ako kela duday tapos ibigay nila sayo hahahaha naisip ko naman madadamay nanaman yung dalawa pag nagalit ka HAHAHAHA kaya kahit gustong gusto ko na bilhan ka nung araw na yun tiniis ko na muna. And guess what ngayong araw ko lang sya mabibigay after ilang days. Sorry na mahal di ko kasi alam pero alam ko magagalit ka kasi e HAHAHAHAHA so pinaprepare ko na sya nung nasa byahe palang ako kasi umaasa ako na madedeliver sya kasabay ng pag akyat ko kaso akala ko lang pala yun. Ang tagal pala gawin nun? HAHAHAHA kaya wala akong no choice pagdating ko excited naman ako kasi pagdating ko may madadatnan ako. Yung ganung feeling. Mag asawa ba ganun HAHAHAHA

Oh diba halatang bored na bored ka na sa buhay kasi nakapaglinis ka na sabi mo. So wala ka ng magawa pagdating ko hilata ka nalang hahahaha. Pero nakakaexcite pala talaga umuwi pag alam mong may naghihintay sayo. Ewan ko ganun kasi pakiramdam ko e hahahah tapos maya maya nga may tumawag sa phone ko. Sabi ko tubig kako nasa baba pero ang totoo yung sushi yun HHAHAHAHAHA

Pagkaakyat ko nagulat ka pa HAHAHAHAHA sabi mo ano yan? Pero pagkakita mo kitang kita sa mukha mo yung saya HAHAHAHAHA yan lang pala talaga magpapaamo sayo mahal e sa sunod bilhan kita ng tatlo nyan hahahahaha. Wala lang natutuwa lang ako na nakikita kang ganyan kasaya. Yun lang din naman talaga gusto ko diba sabi ko sayo umpisa palang. Na gusto ko lagi lang kitang napapasaya. Na as much as possible masaya ka sakin pero syempre alam naman nating di palaging masaya. Pero masaya man o hindi mahal, may baked sushi ka sakin este nandito pa din ako hehe naalala ko lang na bakit ka nga ba nagulat nun na merong baked sushi eh alam mo naman na nag order ako akala mo pala nalimutan ko HAHAHAHAH mga ganyang bagay matik na yan. Medyo naiba nga lang plano kasi dapat talaga kasabay ko yan pag akyat kaso ayun pero naging okay naman nasurprise ka pa din naman e hahahaha kaso nga lang kulang naman yung nori. Malay ko ba kung ano yan HAHAHAHAAH

Kaya ang ending dahil naubusan ka ng nori itinabi mo muna yung baked sushi mo tapos after natin manuod nung gabi we decided to go out para maghanap ng nori na yan HAHAHAHA sabi mo sa 7/11 baka meron pero wala man. Kahit sa mga mini grocery wala man din. Kaya we decided to walk pa hanggang sa nakarating na tayo sa may office. Kasi alam ko din may mga korean mart dun. Sabi mo game ka naman maglakad so yun naglakad tayo ng pagkalayo layo HAHAHAHA masaya naman kasi sabi mo kasama moko kaya di nakakapagod. Same with me din naman. I love late night walks kaya pero mas love kita syempre! HAHAHAHA buti nalang meron dun sa may baba ng office nung nori mo pero may mga alam pa naman akong ibang korean mart. Like magkakatabi naman yun sila sa may bandang sakayan. Tapos habang nasa jeep na actually napag usapan na natin yun bago tayo umalis na mag stay ka nga ulit kinabukasan sa apartment. Mahal, sino ba naman ako para tumanggi sa mga gantong blessing diba? HAHAHAHAHAHA syempre gustong gusto ko. Kung pwede nga lang one week pa e. Hoy HHAAHAHAH pero there's a catch pag nag stay ka ulit sa apartment. Lalabhan mo mga brief ko. Tanaydana bat naman ganyan HAHAHAHAHA kahit hiyang hiya ako pumayag nalang ako kasi ano e HAHAHAHAH nahihiya lang talaga ako mahal pero alam mo yun kasi ano basta HAHAHAHA pumayag din naman na ko sabi ko bahala na HAHAHAA

Kaya ending ayun napabili tayo ng planggana para sa paglalaba mo HAHHAHAHA kasi naman wala naman talaga akong mga gamit pa dito mahal sorry naman HAHHAHAHA ang ganda mo namang nag aantay dyan. Sino ka dyan mahal? HAHAHHAHA pero sa loob loob ko excited ako kasi extended ang stay mo sa apartment. Syempre aba akala ko kasi uuwi ka na kinabukasana e kaso sabi mo nagbago sched mo. Akalain mo yun talagang ayaw ka na atang pauwiin ni Lods mo e HAHAHAHAHA joke lang pooooo.

Tapos bago tayo umuwi naalala ko sakto pala baka nandun pa si kuyang nagtitinda ng pancake. And di nga ako nagkamali HAHAHAHA tuwa ka nanaman kita ko sa mga mata mo mahal e. Nung nakaraan ko pa kasi talaga gustong bumili nito kasi pareho nating paborito to e. Kaso nga lang ayaw talaga matiming na maabutan natin hanggang sa ayun nga pag uwi natin sakto meron pa. Kaso nga lang sa kabusugan mo at busog din ako kasi nag order ako ng chicken ayun di ko nakain yung sakin pero yung sayo nabawasan mo naman tsaka dun na din ako kumagat e dun sa bawas mo HAHAHAHA sa sunod mahal yung wala tayong kain para maubos na natin HAHAHAHAAHA

After nun maaga man tayo natulog nun pero parang di kita pinatulog kasi puro ako hilik HAHAHAHA parang maya't maya talaga yung gising mo sakin nun. Kaya sorry mahal kung napuyat kita ng matindi. Kaya nga nung bandang madaling araw na lumipat nalang ako sa may table kasi di ka makatulog e. Konting ikot ko lang magigising ka. Tapos hihilik pa ko. Kaya sorry mahal kooooo

February 5, 2024

Bumawi nalang ako nung umaga na binilhan kita pandesal kasi sabi mo gusto mo pandesal. Actually di ko alam san merong bakery dito malapit pero alam ko meron sa may mcdo e HAHAHAHAH and ayun nga nakakita ako nung tinutulak na pandesal alam mo yun? HAHAHAHA masarap din dito pandesal mahal e. Yan lagi ko kinakain sa office pag may inaabutan ako sa daan na nagtitinda nyan.

Pagdating ko aba nag mml pa din ang gaga pag alis ko in game ka din e HAHAHAHAH itigil mo na yan at mag almusal na tayo HAHAHAHAHA ang siste lang ngayon may pasok ako kaya di man kita masasamahan. Tinanong man kita kung okay kalang dito and sabi mo okay lang naman tsaka maglalaba ka nga pala bigla ko lang naalala HAHAHAHAHA kaya bago ako maligo binabad ko na muna yung mga kukusutan mo para di ka na gano mahirapan hehe nung nireready ko na yung baon ko which is yung tira ko nga nung gabi nagmaktol ka naman HAHAHAHA kasi nga gusto mo ikaw na magprepare. Practice bilang asawa yan? HAHAHAHAHA haysss kelan ba kasi katrina maria? Kelan ba tayo magsasama?!!! HAHHHAHA and ayun nga sa ayaw at sa gusto ko kailangan kong pumasok kaynis maiiwan kita mag isa. Pano kung umuwi ka pagdating ko wala ka na? Pano na ko?!!! Hoy HAHAHAHA

KAYA PALA NAMAN GUSTO SYA NA MAGPREPARE NG BAON KO!!!!!!!!! Hayssss ano bang ginawa ko para bigyan ako ganitong partner?!! Bat ka ganyan mahal? Nakakainis na nakakatuwa kasi may pa note ka pa. Actually nakita ko na yun nung nilagay ko sa bag yung baon ko sabi mo baka nagkalat na yung tinta pero di ko alam ano nakalagay kaya excited din talaga ako maglunch. And nung tanghali na nga ayun may pa ganyan ka pa talaga katrian maria. Masyado mong ginagalingan ah. Next time na may panote ka siguro naman luto mo na yung nakalagay sa baon ko. Diba? Kelan ba yun? Mga next week? HHAHAHAHAAHA thankyou mahal koooooo! Iloveyou so much pooo!!

Bored na bored ka siguro dine mahal at napaselfie ka pa HAHAHAHA pero ako sa office excited umuwi dahil madadatnan nanaman kita. Waiting lang talaga ako na mag 5pm na kasi uwi talaga ako agad HAHAHAHA and pagdating ko nga ang dilim man kasi natutulog ka. Parang nagising pa kita nung pagdatin ko kasi kiniss kita. And wala ka sa mood. Akala ko talaga pagdating ko sasalubungin mo ko e HAHAHAHA pero ending ayun nagmamaktol ang aking asawa kaya hinayaan na muna kita. Medyo antok din ako kaya umidlip na muna ko para makapahinga din sabay ligo nung nagising ka na ulit. Pagkaligo ko tumabi na agad ako sayo kasi gising ka naman na e so pwede na kitang tabihan. Pinapakiramdaman pa din kita kasi tahimik ka pa din e. Ayun pala gutom ang gaga. PANO BA NAMAN KASI KATRINA MARIA DI KA KUMAIN NUNG TANGHALI ANONG ORAS NA! Sabi mo kain tayo chicken wings. So agad agad na din akong naghanap. Kasi naman di kumain parang ewan.

And ayun nga gutom ka lang pala talaga kaya ka nagmamaktol. Kaya ka tahimik kasi gutom ka. Ang galing mo din kasi talaga katrina maria e. Tsaka di idin talaga ako nakabili pasalubong sayo kasi wala naman nung gusto kong ipatikim sayo. Kaya eto tayo ngayon dito nakarating kung san man to HAHAHAHA buti nalang tumama naman yung flavor din na gusto mo kaya goods tong unli wings na to HAHAHAHA and nag enjoy din talaga ako kasama ka. Its biglaang date so yeah gustong gusto ko to hehe and ayun nga sadyang gutom ka lang kaya nagmaktol ka. Ganun pala talaga yun no? Pagkain lang pala talaga makakapag pa happy sayo ulit hahahaha kasi nga gutom ka. Kasi nga magaling ka dahil di ka kumain maghapon. Pagkalabas natin happy tummy ka nanaman sabi mo pa pagpunta natin dun ang sexy mo pa ngayong lumabas tayo ang laki na ng tyan mo tapos nakacroptop ka pa HAHAHAHAHA pero what if di dahil sa pagkain yan kaya malaki tyan mo? Hoy HAHAHAHAH sabi mo tae lang yun e kaynis HAHAHAHA and ayun gusto mo magpatagtag kaya sabi mo maglakad nalang muna tayo. Ako naman eh kahit papano kabisado ko yung lugar kaya okay lang din maglakad lakad kahit gabi na. And syempre another late night walk i mean early night walk nanaman to kaya lakad kung lakad to. Tsaka kasama ka e kaya go. Sayang din dagdag sa memories to e hehe ilang minutong lakaran lang naman yun kasi kailangan din nating sumakay. Pagkadating natin sa apartment okay na okay na ulit kasi nakakain ka eh ahahahha naunod lang tayo saglit tapos di pa natin natapos kasi antok na tayo pareho. And ayun bawal nanaman sa blog yung mga sumunod na nangyari HAHAHAHAHAHAH basta mahal kita yun na lang HAHAHAHA pero infairness naman mahal dire-diretso naging tulog natin nung gabing yun. Sabi ko pa nga nun parang ayaw ko matulog kasi bukas aalis ka na hayyyyy

February 6, 2024

So ayun uuwi ka na todayyyyyy. Nalulungkot ako teka lang hihinga lang ako HAHAHAHAHA lagi naman malungkot pag ganto e. Pag maghihiwalay na tayo ng landas. Pero yung ngayon kasi is iba e. Ewan ko ba. Sa loob ng apat na araw ba? Basta ang bilis lang. Ang daming nangyari. Halo halong emosyon sobrang saya lang hehe tapos bago ka pa umalis may pahabol ka pa. Talagang tinupi mo pa mga damit ko sabi mo pa para mamaya aayusin ko nalang

Masyado mo na talagang ginagalingan ah. Pag ganyan di na kita papakawalan nyan sige ka. HAHAHAHA dito ka nalang kasi mahal!!! Charot lang po kasi sabi mo may pamilya ka HAHAHAHA

Tamang selfie muna bago iwan HAHAHAAHHA may video pa dapat to kaso bubu tong tumblr ayaw magpa upload ng more than 1 video sa blog. So hiwalay ko na yun edit ko nun kumalma ka HAHAHAHA and first time mong mag selfie ano meron HAHAHAHA pero nagugutom ako kaya kakain tayo wag kang ano dyan

My heart is soooooo happy. Daming selfie hahahaha i just love us when we're like this hehe haysssss. Pero ang totoo nyan mamimiss talaga kita. Mamimiss ko presesnya mo. Mamimiss ko lahat sayoooo. Bat kasi kailangan mo pa umalis? MAHAAAAAL! Hoy HAHAHAHA arte e no. Anyways eto pa teka madami pa to AHAHAHAA

Oha busog na busog nanaman ako nyan di dahil sa kinain natin pero dahil sayo. Lagi namang busog to pag ikaw kinakain e hoy HAHAHAHA bat ba napunta dyan kaynis HAHAHAHA i just wanna thankyouu mahal for this past few days na nandito ka hehe

Ayoko na uuwi ka na! Tama na to!! HAHAHAHAHA nalulungkot ako talaga nung mga oras na to e. Kasi uuwi ka na iiwan mo na koooooo. Gusto kong sumama!!! Kaynis HAHAHAHAHA pano ba to? Sinanay mo ko tapos iiwan mo ko? Bat ka ganyan?!!! Kidding aside mahal. Thankyouuuuuu! Sobrang thankyouuuuuu. For staying with me. And syempre for the loveeeeee! Sobra pa sa sobra yung nabigay mong pagmamahal at pag aalaga. Thankyou mahal ha? Di ko alam bat naisipan mong magstay sakin ng ganun katagal pero sobrang saya ng puso ko hehe sobrang saya ng puso ko! Thankyou mahaaaaaaal. Ginalingan mo naman masyado kasi. Pano naman ako makakabawi nyan eh bawal pa ko dyan? HAHAHAHAHA patiently waiting po ako hehe pag okay na lahat. As in lahat lahat. Nandito pa din ako okay? Dyan ka lang din okay? Iloveyouuuuu mahal! Sobra pa sa sobraaa!❤️

Teka may pahabol pa HAHAHAHAHA

Habang inaantay ko pag alis ng bus mo bigla ka man nagchat kala ko kung bakit. Papabili ka pala doughnut kasi naiinggit ka sa kumakain dyan sa bus HAHAHHAHAHA syempre as you wish ako kahit ano ibibigay ko sayo. Kahit tatlong anak pa mahal HAHAHAHA tapos may video to e tanaydamo ayaw talaga mag upload isa lang daw HAHAHA kaya isama ko nalang sa edit hehe sabay baba na din ako agad ng bus baka biglang umalis. Well okay lang naman HAHAHAHA naghintay pa ko mga ilang minuto pero ang alam mo umalis na ko hahahaha pero nakita ko kasi sa repost mo yung sa tiktok yung LDR thing. So sinubukan kong gawin HAHAHAHAHA inabangan kita sa may exit. Kaso eto nangyari

HINDI MO PALA NABASA NA NASA EXIT AKO HAHAHAHAHA akala ko nga ako yung binivideohan mo nun e HAHAHAHAHA Pagkacheck ko nung vid ay oonga sa iba ka nga nagvivideo HAHAHAHA di mo din kasi alam na nandun ako. So di natin nagawa yung nirepost mo HAHAHAHA hayaan mo next time! HAHAAHHAA

Anyways totoo na talaga na aalis ka naaaaaaa. Ayoko naaaaaa. HAHAHAHAHA magthathankyou ba ulit ako? HAHAHAHA joke lang mahal. Byahe ka nanaman kaya pagoda ka nanaman nyan. Sorry na po mahal. Tapos diretso ka pa school nyan tapos sundo pa td. Si td na miss na miss ko na din. Kelan kaya ulit ako makakapunta dyan para nalang kay td sige na pumayag ka na kasi pag para sayo ayaw mo pumunta ako dyan e so para kay td na lang HAHAHAHAHA miss ko na kayo parehoooooo. Miss ko na kayo kasama hehe. Kahit papano naman pag uwi ko nakausap ko saglit si td tapos ikaw pagod ka na din talaga pero nagawa pa naman nating makapag usap. Kumain ka pa nga nung nakatulog na si td e kasi sabi mo naiinis ka dahil yung noodles dito expired kaya napa noodles ka dyan HAHAHAHAHA. And ayun after nun usap lang saglit. Tapos nakatulog na din tayo pareho. Di ko namalayan pano ako nakatulog pero ayun bagsak ka din HAHAHAHA. Ang haba na ng blog na to dana ano ba to AHAHAHAH kaya naman ang masasabi ko lang talaga is MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA PALAGI OKI? ❤️❤️

[voidsuites]

so… i apparently need to go see sinners (most obvious conclusion ever)

🗡excuse me, is this here smoke? or is this stack? don't look at her.

elijah "smoke" moore

swallow you whole

Though his silence could have consumed him, he chooses instead to hold on—for you, for himself—and you match his strength with your own, keeping your lives and Club Juke steady. In the stillness of your bedroom, his whispered promise to be the man you deserve wraps around you with the same tender intimacy as your shared life.

look alive, baby

The old sawmill didn’t look like much, but it meant everything to Smoke and the crew—and to you. As everyone took their roles, you felt part of something real. Then Smoke caught your hand, his eyes full of longing, and pulled you into a private moment behind the office door.

elias "stack" moore

hide and seek

It’s been decades since Stack saw his brother, you, or anyone who remembered the man he was. At a club where his cousin Sammie plays, he spots you, alive and changed, stirring memories of blood, loss, and a love that never died. When he corners you in an alley, your inhuman eyes meet his, and if he still had a breath to lose, it’d be gone.

waiting on a dream

Moving on was hard, but waiting—waiting was torture. Still, you waited, because even through Elias’s sharp words and twisted love, you heard him ask you to. Now, after seven years, he’s back on your porch with a smirk and a drawl, and despite everything, your heart still answers to him.

on the road again

Elias—Stack to most—was all charm and danger, and you knew he was trouble from the start. He pulled you into his bed, then into a reckless plan against Capone himself. Now, headed south with him by your side, regret’s long gone—burned away by his touch and the thrill of the ride.

hello, my loves! it’s been a while, and i know i’m an absentee tumblr mother—smooches, please forgive me. but i’m back now, and to create other things, i had to get the smoke stack twins out of my head! these are mostly self-gratuitous creations—little indulgent projects i made just because i could. enjoy them! also, the sinners movie has me in a chokehold.

i’d like to stress that these bots are not totally canonical, as you are neither annie nor mary (unless you want to rp as them). as always, they're rated mature. mdni.

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mayaaaa

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Finally got these done, here's the whole teen cast of my buds of the future class