rainbow-baby-one · 2 years ago
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Rather stay home with the pug? 
A shirt for all the pug dog lovers out there, a women’s pug shirt or pug sweatshirt for pug mama’s!
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oasisr · 1 year ago
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My elderly pug is so cute. She is a mixed breed, and she doesn't have a severely recessed nose. She still has breathing issues, but not as bad as pure-bred pugs.
I don't support breeding dogs, especially those that have health issues. But, we've had our girl for 14 years. She's such a sweet and intelligent dog. We all love her.
She's currently resting beside me.
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sundove88 · 7 months ago
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Can ya headcanon info dump Hollyberry + the Hollyberry Kingdomer Cookies?
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Hollyberry Cookie:
She is a fantastic dancer and will not hesitate to boogie down when music plays!
She dotes on her granddaughters by a lot- including buying them gifts that mean a lot.
She often tries to rope her friends into dancing as well as making merry.
Wildberry Cookie:
He loves dogs of all kinds; but his favorite has to be pugs.
He often is in charge of babysitting Snapdragon whenever Pitaya’s busy or away.
If there’s anything he attends parties for, it’s probably for one thing- the food.
Elderberry Cookie (OC):
He is an absolute pacifist at heart, especially since he loves nature!
He was a servant in the royal household prior to marrying Holly.
He doesn’t drink berry juice that often; but he does it in moderation.
Jungleberry Cookie:
Waaaay before marrying Royalberry, she was his royal bodyguard!
She doesn’t hesitate to bust out a few moves when her family is in danger.
She loves going on walks through the kingdom.
Royalberry Cookie:
Just like his dad, he’s an absolute pacifist at heart! And he’s chubby, like his mom.
When he was young, he often helped his parents with their gardening.
He often tries to rope Jungleberry into dancing sometimes.
Princess Cookie:
Princess Cookie is just as chubby as her dad and grandma- it helps she has a big appetite.
Whenever she fangirls, she lets out a squeal that can shatter glass.
And she has a closet that has everything a girl could ever want!
Tiger Lily Cookie + Butter Tiger:
Tiger Lily is also very chubby, but that’s because not only is she Hollyberry’s granddaughter, but she also has a huge appetite.
She and Butter Tiger have the tendency to chase laser dots and butterflies.
Her bedroom is a LOT like Antonio’s from Encanto- Think a massive tree in the center, plants abound, etc.
Knight Cookie:
He’s trying to take up embroidery skills so he can impress Princess Cookie.
He’s also tried dressing up as a frog- that didn’t work, though.
Snapdragon views him as their “Big Fwend”.
Raspberry Cookie:
She’s a surprisingly amazing dancer- she can boogie down when she wants to!
Whenever it comes to her and fencing, there’s no standing in the way.
She often picks berries for desserts in her spare time.
Raspberry Mousse Cookie:
He really adores his cousin, and his cousin (Raspberry) adores him back.
He dreams of going on a world tour across Crispia.
And he has a crush on Rose Cookie, but won’t admit it.
Rose Cookie:
She is an incredible gardener and doesn’t mind if mud gets on her outfit.
When it comes to a royal ball, she is the star of the show.
Making flower crowns is one of her hobbies.
White Choco Cookie:
Her mom is from the Dark Cacao Kingdom and her dad is from Hollyberry.
She learned how to fence thanks to both of her parents.
Making origami is one of her hobbies when not fencing.
Blueberry Cookie:
Her favorite dogs are blueberry Pomeranians!
She’s naturally chubby and meant for hugs.
She buys beautiful dresses for her friends- especially Raspberry, Bumbleberry, and Cranberry!
Bumbleberry Cookie:
Her favorite sports have to be croquet and golf.
Her favorite dogs are Taffy Terriers!
She loves to draw lovely pictures in her spare time.
Cranberry Cookie:
Her favorite dogs? Licorice Dachshunds!
She’s also naturally chubby, and loves a good walk in the sun!
She does her best to ensure her house’s reputation is clean.
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bethanydelleman · 1 year ago
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Could you do a ranking on the mothers-in-law of JA novels, from worst to best?
This is going to be fun!!! Here are the hero and heroine moms ranked as mother-in-laws... Okay, realized that two entire novels are devoid of MILs (Emma and Persuasion), so I'm throwing mother figures Mrs. Weston, Sophia Croft, and Lady Russell in too. Also, I started with best:
1. Mrs. Dashwood: fully prepared to love anyone her daughters love immediately. Judicious in her visiting, so friendly and kind she can break through any introverts shell, A+ MlL
2. Sophia Croft: ships her brother with happiness. Total badass who is never boring at a party. Welcoming and kind and will show Anne the captain-wife ropes (probably including some literal ropes...)
3. Mrs Morland: ready to welcome and forgive anyone kind to her daughter; sensible and practical. Her only demerit is insisting on the General's consent. I'm sure Henry loves going to their house for visits.
4. Mrs. Weston: loves Emma like a daughter and a best friend. Already has an amicable and equal relationship with Mr. Knightley. They will all go along charmingly. Only problem is her overly friendly husband who might invite the Eltons!
5. Lady Russell: Yes, she was prejudiced against Wentworth at first, but she admits she was wrong. She loves Anne, is the only half-sensible person at Kellynch, and she shares Anne's interests. Sure to be a welcome relief from Sir Walter and Elizabeth whenever the Wentworths visit.
6. Lady Bertram: she's... there. Nothing very positive in her behaviour but nothing negative either. Maybe gifted Fanny a pug.
7. Mrs. Price: Positives- lives very far away, will most likely leave you alone. Negatives- everything else.
8. Mrs. Bennet: Inspired the Bingleys to move hundreds of miles away, but she does feed you really well when you visit. Makes her daughter want to sink into the floor to get away.
9. Mrs. Ferrars: the only positive is that she may randomly give you £200. Cruel, falsely charming, probably still has Edward written out of the will even though Robert committed the real crime (marrying Lucy Steele).
Honorable Mention: Mrs. Musgrove has basically adopted Anne by the end of Persuasion and she is a stellar MIL, the whole family is so welcoming and loving. She is tied with Mrs. Morland.
Dishonorable Mention: Lady Catherine is the novel's stand-in for the orphan Mr. Darcy's family. We know that Elizabeth encouraged her husband to reconcile with his aunt, but why? Why do you want her around Elizabeth? Lady Catherine is tied with Mrs. Bennet.
Side Note, a lot of the heroes and heroines are motherless, Henry Tilney, Colonel Brandon, Captain Wentworth, Fitzwilliam Darcy, Charles Bingley, George Knightley, Emma Woodhouse, and Anne Elliot. So really not a lot of MILs to go around!
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savi-of-ithaca · 9 days ago
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Figured I should ask, what are some fond or interesting memories you have?
oooh do i get an ask in return each time? how delightful of you
welllllll, i guess i'll go youngest to oldest? in the order of memories that come to me
-> in the third grade i was feeding ponies with my classmates and this one pony mistook me for a blade of grass. bit some flesh off my elbow. ow. my teacher was a little more ruffled than me i think, i was fine after it stopped hurting?? had to get 4 shots though
-> it was my aunt's wedding in finland and i had not yet developed inhibition....i fed everyone fresh GRASS on their plates,,,i was laughed at and discovered embarrassment that day. my aunt's cousin's mother tried to comfort me and we couldn't communicate at all due to the language barrier but i don't think i've laughed so hard ever again. we also picked berries in the forest!! such fun.
-> at the same wedding, i think i cried because i thought my aunt looked just like cinderella in her wedding dress and obviously wanted to stand next to her...but the groom got that honour. much to my dismay. now a version of the wedding photo where im really fucking grumpy exists and is framed on my grandparents' wall 😭
-> disneyland, paris. i thought the mickey mouse actor was actually mickey mouse. skipped the whole line in joy. best moment of my baby life
-> when i was summering with my relatives in delhi, there was this little litter of puppies that lived near one of the stalls in the marketplace with their mother. i'd drag my own mother along to see them every single day and somehow wore her down into letting me get my own little pup!! i love bruno
-> i wanted a pomeranian but my dad told me it was far too small and would get hurt in our house because i am rather clumsy, a trait i get from my mother, but amplified. i hesitantly still asked if they had a pomeranian, but the man had said they had pugs. which he claimed were basically the same thing. (not. but im glad.) so then they drove the first little pug here on a fucking SCOOTER and immediately i was in love. the boy was bald. he had NO HAIR on his head and he was still so happy to be here. immediately took him home. tried to name him crystal, dad said that was a stupid name. my friend had told me NOT to name my dog bruno and...well i saw only one thing to do ajshaushs
-> actually we had two guinea pigs, and before that two lovebirds. we didn't want to keep them caged, the birds, so we let them go, but jojo couldn't fly, i think he'd never learnt to iirc? so we had to return him and it was so heartbreaking. but honey was so happy soaring away
-> once when i was littler i liked collecting the dust chalk made. i'd pretend i was brewing concoctions with a little kitchenset and my mom did NOT like cleanup. she was upset and i couldn't for the life of me understand why so i started hiding chalk powder and stressing when i thought she'd find it 😭😭😭😭
-> i adored sudha murthy. i mean loved. i still have stories i remember and that i will tell anyone that hints just the slightest bit of interest in hearing
-> once, my mom told me not to talk to this girl because she thought she was a bad influence on me. i told that straight to the girl's face....to this day barely grasp why my mom didn't tell me not to tell her. how was i supposed to know???
-> i once danced while hula hooping to waka waka for a traditional indian religious festival *shudders in what were me and my friend thinking*
-> i used to love holi. loved loved loved it!! colour, water, music, friends, too bone deep tired for it now though i think
-> there was this one guy who made me and my ex very uncomfortable with weird comments so we just decided to make him uncomfortable back. ended up slighlty stealing his identity
-> more recent, i love making gifts for people. love it so much, my last gifts have been these neat potion bottle things i could show you if you'd like, photos edited to look like polaroids of favourite moments, coupons for hugs and stuff, my favourite memories come from seeing the looks on their faces as they received them. i live for personalised gifts.
-> in the second grade i wrote a story, i just wrote, no plot or really anything to interest you but my english teacher read it each time and gave me notes on the grammar and always encouraged me, which was a very sweet thing to do for a child. definitely encouraged me to write more
-> i used scribble on used paper, literally scribble lines, because that's how adults' handwriting looked to me. then my mom would pretend to grade it. i really do have good childhood memories if i look hard enough
i spoke way too much but i have so many memories to share and if you really are interested, i could always tell you more, and/or you can ask me any multitude of questions <3
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theoriginalmarke · 5 months ago
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SATURDAY SATURATION POINT
This is the hardest part. Watching and waiting. Wishing you could do more. Knowing it will be any minute, and also knowing any minute may not be for another day or two.
The nurse and the CNA have been wonderful. I'm grateful for them.
The neighbor I thought I liked, the baker, showed up at 9:30 last night. I'm not so sure I like her much anymore. Why would anyone think that was okay?
To be honest I don't really want anyone seeing Mom like this. If you were going to visit you should have done it when she was able to appreciate it. I especially don't want anyone showing up at 9:30 on a Friday night.
I keep getting whiffs of poop and have to check for pug poop in the house. She's been leaving more gifts lately, either peeing or pooping. Sometimes right after she comes inside after I've let her out. I'm sure it's stress so I try not to get too upset with her.
The whiffs aren't coming from inside the house though. One of the neighbors in the RV park behind is keeping a momma dog that just had 10 puppies. Next to them is the old fart with the cat colony. The combination of puppy poop and cat poop in 100 degree heat is creating a nasty poop potpourri.
That's life in the Utah sticks.
Now if you'll excuse me it's time to get back to waiting and watching.
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discordantwritings · 4 months ago
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Random Scenario😊
*It is the Reader's birthday, and they were spoilt rotten for the whole day. In the evening, they're all enjoying a romantic dinner that Mihawk made*
Reader: *Hums with satisfaction* Mihawk this food is to die for!
Mihawk: *Proud* I'm glad that you enjoyed it, Darling.
Reader: Is there a dessert?
Mihawk: *Chuckles* Yes, but before I bring it out, we have one more gift for you.
Reader: *Surprised* Really? Aw, you didn't have to get me so much.
Crocodile: Nonsense, spoiling you is a pleasure.
Buggy: *Excited* You'll love this one the most!
Crocodile: *Nods* Yes, so be a dear and close your eyes.
Reader: Oh? What for?
Mihawk: It's a surprise.
Reader: *Giggles and closes their eyes* Okay.
*They hear Crocodile telling someone to come in, the doors open, and they hear footsteps getting closer until something soft and warm is placed on their lap*
Buggy: Happy birthday, Star!
*Reader opens their eyes to see the cute little Pug they wanted is now sitting on their lap, wiggling happily*
Reader: *Gasps* Oh my gosh!! It's you!
*The Pug licks their face and makes them laugh. They pet her and squeal with joy before looking at Crocodile*
Reader: You said we couldn't have her!
Crocodile: *Chuckles* I know, but we introduced her to the Gators, and they didn't eat her, so we can keep her.
*Reader leaps from their seat and onto Crocodile's lap, catching him off guard*
Reader: *Smothers him with kisses* You wanted her just as bad as me, you big softie!
Crocodile: *Huffs* I did not.
Mihawk: Yes he did.
Crocodile: *Shoots him a glare*
Buggy: *Laughs* Yeah! He even came up with some names for her.
Reader: *Beaming* You did!?
Crocodile: *Grumpy and flustered* No! I have a reputation to uphold!
YES THE PUG!!!!!!!
Later you sit in Crocodile’s lap with the pug in your lap, everyone perfectly calm and content. You nuzzle into his chest, careful not to wake the sleeping dog.
“I won’t tell anyone how sweet you are.”
Crocodile chuckles, the sound comforting against your body. “Now who would believe you.”
“Good point. But when they see this little pug and a bunch of bananagators following you around like you’re their mom…”
“…Good point as well.”
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tinydappledleaf · 11 months ago
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Title: Stay
Chapter: 3/6
Pairing: Ezra x f!Reader, Ezra x you (Reader is addressed by 'you' or nickname)
Rating: 18+, smut in chapter 6
Content: Situationship to romance, soft Ezra, intimacy, loss of limb (non-explicit), canon compliant
Summary: When you've almost given up waiting for him, a certain prospector returns to the Pug to call in a favor...
Ao3: complete fic
《 chaper 2 chapter 4 》
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Chapter III
Ezra lounges on the couch when Cee emerges from her hideout late that evening. From your spot at your provisory workbench, you eye her curiously - or rather what's in her hands. A small package, neatly wrapped in a glimmering foil you recognize as a cut up emergency thermal blanket. Ezra has noticed, too, and assumes a more attentive sitting position as she approaches him.
Once Cee has reduced the distance to a mere few steps, she offers him the silver glinting object. Its a present, you realize. So does Ezra and looks somewhat befuddled and, to your astonishment, like he's at a brief loss of words.
"For you," nudges Cee, despite the already obvious gesture. "Take it before I change my mind."
That prompts him to move and she hands it to him. You try not to observe too evidently, considering whatever transpires is most likely meant to include just them. But, admittedly, you're much too curious to fully turn away now. You feel slightly out of place, though, as you continue to bring off your remaining orders.
"To what, say, do I owe the pleasure of gifts?"
"A get-well gift..." explains Cee, her features carefully schooled into a neutral expression. There's tells of uneasiness, however, in the rigidness of her stance and the clasp of her fingers around each other once her hands are free.
"My mom used to give me some when I was little. Like... to distract you when you're not feeling well. I know it's late, but I didn't manage to get it done any quicker."
Her little admission warms your heart. She's a good girl, Cee, and Ezra is just as aware of it. You know him well enough to imagine his throat bobbing with implicit emotion, the gentleness that appears within him as he unwraps her present.
"Too kind, little bird," he murmurs into the rustle of foil, "Thank you.
It takes him a moment, using just one hand and his knees to unstick the tape, but Cee waits in quiet patience, if a little fidgety.
When silence settles, you can't bear it any longer, drop all the pretense and turn to chance a look at what rests on Ezra's lap.
Its a notebook. Not the one you've seen Cee with multiple times. This one's cover is caramel colored and intricately decorated in patterns and tiny pictures. Even though you're not able to see detail from where you sit, its obvious all of it is drawn by hand. The lines neatly twine around bold ballpoint written letters spelling out 'The Streamer Girl'.
Ezra's fingers trace the patterns in awe, but there's something about his expression that calls your attention. A crease draws shadow to his brow as he opens the booklet and finds her writing inside.
"You made this?"
"I did. I finished writing the draft when you were out cold after we got here. You said you must read it someday so... I thought I might get the entire thing finished sooner, but some parts didn't read like I wanted them to when I copied-"
"How?"
The clipped word startles her and wipes the bubbling excitement right off her face. Ezra's reaction is certainly not what she expected.
"As I said, I copied it. My first draft has so much scratched out and-"
"No, where did you get this?"
He snaps the booklet shut and raises it for her to see. Its obvious then, what troubles his soul, and you break a little for him. Cee, though, does not catch on as quickly and you watch confusion spread across her face as she regards his stern expression.
"I traded it. For some of the leftover rations from the merc pod. Figured we wouldn't need those anytime soon."
Her voice is almost defensive now.
"From some stranger at the port?"
"In a pub there, actually. How is that relevant?"
Ezra's face contorts at her words. A brief flicker of blanched consternation is overruled by the severity of a frown.
"Cause you could've gotten yourself hurt. Or worse. Girl, this is the Pug. You can't just amble 'round the port, let alone those dives, an' trade goods to the odd stranger. It ain't safe!"
She's laughing now, in his face, and its agonizing to watch, but this isn't your place to poke your nose in.
"Yeah? And you are?" Cee snaps throwing her hand out in Ezra's direction, then yours, "Or her? All I have is strangers. And who's at fault for that?"
It's not a question. It's a mean punch to the gut and it's delivered with such searing venom, that only teenagers are able to summon from somewhere deep within. Then she turns on her heel, marches back into the room she's come from and slams the door shut.
Ezra remains unmoving, only winces briefly at the sudden noise. Devastation rests in his wide eyes as his one hand firmly clasps the reason of their dispute.
"She's right," he mutters and it pains you to see him so distraught and strangely forlorn. It's so blatantly obvious how much he's come to care for his newfound protégé. He's trying to do right by her, despite his lacking experience. Ezra is not a parent, never desired to be, though you reason its more the doubt towards his own qualities and ways of life than actual displeasure at the thought of it.
He's a little brother, nestling of his family, not accustomed to any 'parental obligation' for the young.
He made a reliable captain, for the time he was granted, caring for both, the success and well-being of his crew. But that about totalizes his wisdom in regards of responsibility.
You still believe he's more than capable of it. You're familiar with his tentative, caring side, his subsisting urge to protect what's dear to him, no matter at what cost.
"You're gonna fix it, Ez."
Your attempt of consolation sounds hollow, even to your own ears, after their quick but harsh conflict. Ezra heaves a sigh at your well-meant pep talk and flops back onto his good side, gift still in hand.
"Fixin' things is not somethin' I do own great aptitude for, Patches. That's your métier. Besides, I fear some mess-ups ain't fixable..."
"Give her time to cool down," you suggest as you turn back to wrap up your order for delivery, "Then go talk to her. She's a smart kid, she’s gonna be okay."
And so are you, you muse, as he absentmindedly hums his doubtful agreement. The sound of a page turning recovers the soft smile on your face. Already immersed in her writing, so it seems.
*
You struggle to find sleep that night. It happens. Mostly on odd times for no particular reason. This night, however, it’s the lingering tension of conflict that hangs heavy in the room. It has you turning in bed to find a position that is somewhat comfortable. None is.
Right now, you’re on your back again, eyes closed in a futile attempt to drift off. Thoughts meander though your head, draw lazy repeating circles, as you listen to the sounds of another night within the busy asteroid base that is Puggart Bench. There’s shouting in the distance and a warm breeze carries the rumble of starting engines through your open window. You guess freighter by its volume and duration and try to imagine what kind of payload might lift off into the void. The Pug’s port is a hub for merchants and smugglers alike. Resources, jewelry, tech-ware… beetles? It could be virtually anything.
You give up as the engine roar dies down and yields the softer noises around. The perpetual whir of the ceiling fan. A rustle of cloth.
Ezra.
You turn on your cot, careful to keep quiet, and make out his motionless silhouette in the darkness. He’s fast asleep by the steady sound of his breathing, overwhelmed by the exhaustion of his recovery. In, out, deep and slow goes his quiet snore. You count along and fall into his calm rhythm. Before you know it, sleep has claimed your consciousness as well.
It doesn’t last long.
You’re awoken by ruckus.
There’s thrashing and groaning and it takes you a hot tick to realize, that its in fact not another brawl in the alley below, but the man right across the room.
Abruptly wide awake and bolt upright in bed you scramble over to the couch to find him trapped in what has to be an awful nightmare. Brow furrowed and beaded with sweat, he tosses his head on the pillow and muscles twitch under the strain of his jerking body.
You try to call out his name and gain nothing but jumbles of disjointed words and syllables. The sudden grimace of pain etched into his features is the final nail. Throwing caution to the wind you grab his face with both hands, fingers cold against his flushed skin. You expect him to lash out, toss you right off him. Whatever ingrained instinct kicks in first.
Instead, you suddenly stare down into his open eyes, wide with anguish and sheer terror. Time ticks by like honey until all tension drains from his body.
You unfreeze alongside him, give in to gravity’s pull and sink onto his still heaving chest. You stay like that for a speechless moment, listen to the thunder that is his heart and to the rush of his labored breath. His shirt is damp and warm against your cheek as you curl your fingers into its loose fabric. Nightmares are no rare occurrence for anyone out here. You’ve had your fair share of them as well and it’s by far not the first he’s lived through in your presence. But you’ve never seen him this stricken after. A shudder runs through your body.
A breathed apology wafts through the night and you shake your head ‘no’ against his body. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back regardless, thumb drawing soothing strokes across the curve of your spine, and you feel miserable for savoring his gentle touch. You’re not the one in dire need of consolation. But you’ve missed this so much it aches. This tenderness he offers only in the dead of night.
Ezra’s an affectionate lover, if he wants to be. You’ve had it both, his rough and reckless love, pent up and burning after cycles out in the Frontier, and all of his gentle passion. But never are there strings attached. He crashes in like a gale, wild and without warning, tears you apart and puts you back together piece by tiny piece. Then he vanishes and leaves you in the wake of his storm with nothing but the ghost of a smile and the promise for more.
It didn't faze you seasons ago. Tonight, the mere thought of him disappearing again is nearly unbearable. But that doesn’t change a thing.
You breathe him in once more, then slowly right yourself to find him watching.
“Didn’t mean to rouse you,” he murmurs, and you brush it off again. Briefly your gaze flickers to the bedroom door, but nothing moves within its range. At least the girl appears to have slept through the commotion. You’re glad. It spares her some more worry.
As you turn back to face Ezra, you’re unsure what to do. You know better than to ask for his dream. If he wants to share, then he does, and you listen. This time, however, he doesn't. You respect his decision and move to pull away and reclaim your cot, but his hand comes to rest on your thigh and effectively prevents you from rising to your feet.
"Stay."
One simple word is enough, of the man that owns so many, to break your resolve and you melt back against him, even though you might regret it later.
His arm curls securely around your waist and tucks you into his warmth. The position is far from comfortable, half sitting besides, half laying atop his body, but right now you couldn't care less. For a few precious ticks, he's yours again. You won't waste the tiniest bit of it.
"I imagined this..." he sighs into the silence that settles.
"’s what kept me sane all by my lonesome through the nights. Longed to have you there with me an' despised myself for the very thought of it."
His wistful admission only serves to make you huddle closer to him. He's safe now, with you. You lay like that and listen to the steady thump of his heart, now calm and slow, until you hear him mumble again. It’s some sort of poetry, you recognize, by the rhythm of each carefully crafted verse. It’s a new poem, unfamiliar to your ears but as beautiful as any else. You’re far too tired for interpretation, comprehension of context even, and by the third stanza, the low rumble of his voice has lulled you into sound slumber. Ezra holds you close to himself, keeps you from slipping away in your sleep, and, quietly, thanks the cosmos for hearing his most desperate plea.
*
You wake to the insistent tingle of squished limbs and the first rays of morning light. Its still early and the room is quiet except for the subtle snore above your head.
Mourning his warmth the moment you carefully extract yourself from Ezra’s embrace, you stretch your aching limbs and suppress a yawn. Your gaze falls upon the readily packed orders waiting for delivery on your workbench and you sigh, not yet ready to abandon the combined comfort of couch and Ezra. But the sooner you get over with it, the quicker you can focus your attention on the replacement for his arm. You already have a design in mind that your fingers are itching to sketch.
So, with great reluctance, you get up, shower, dress and collect the package. As you pass the couch on your way out, you pause and lean in to press the briefest of kisses to his temple. His brow creases adorably at the contact, just a brief twitch. Then you’re on your way.
*
Smooth delivery and adequate payment have you in good spirits on your way home. You're looking forward to a hopefully quiet afternoon and taking time to properly measure Ezra's remaining arm and stump to plan the fitting replacement for his missing limb.
When you get there, however, the mood is still sour.
Ezra's back is turned as you enter. Wordlessly he's facing the back of your couch. There's still no trace of Cee and you wonder if either of them has made the tiniest step towards reconciliation. It doesn’t appear like it.
As you undo the top of your overall, to knot both sleeves around your mid, Ezra skips over any greeting and launches straight into an unexpected question.
“Did she divulge you the unfortunate circumstances of our meeting?”
You halt, mid-knot, confused as to why he deems now the time right to let you in on their secret. You respond all the same.
“Not yet.”
"There was an altercation with her father. Didn't know of her presence then. Thought the man was by himself, fixin' to make a fortune. A returner, hoping for some scraps from the rush. He threatened me, attempted to seize my entire haul."
It’s a crude and compact re-narration of the actual events, you sense as much. Still, you predict the outcome correctly.
"I shot him."
Ezra's admission is clipped, unapologetic. A factual statement sans the usual flourish.
The oppressing mid-day heat hangs heavy around you as you try to wrap your head around the information. Ezra has killed Cee's father. You get the why. You get the how. You don’t challenge either. You're attuned to the savage rules that reign the Green or any space within the outer Frontiers. What you do not get is the reason for his sudden urge to share what has been withheld until now. Is it remorse?
The question is out before you're able to think better of it.
"Do you regret it?"
"No. I do not. From what I've glimpsed, she's better off without him. But who am I to judge? She's better off without me, either."
"And you sulking in your own misery changes anything about it?"
He flips around at your brazen pick of words, fury etched into his features. It doesn't intimidate you. It’s not directed at you, but at the situation he finds himself in. It ebbs away as quickly as it sprouted as his rash movement retaliates. His muscles twitch, a brief grimace of pain breaks his glare. Two deep breaths later he flops down onto his back. You allow him a few seconds to recover before you start the conversation again.
"She knows you mean her no harm. Give her some time to think it all through and, as I said, talk to her. That’s what you excel in, remember? Where is she, anyway?"
The door to her room stands open but Cee is nowhere to be seen.
He hums to your statement. An uneasy feeling creeps up your spine as you turn back to Ezra to spot concern carve deep lines into the skin of his face.
“I don’t know. She walked out on me this morning - when I tried to approach her.”
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Cee is late that evening. The light recedes and there's still no sign of life from her. You're slowly beginning to worry, but Ezra's been beside himself for the latter half of the afternoon. He's pacing by the window, stern gaze fixed upon the alley below.
"Sit down," you ask him again, to no avail. You're fairly sure if you weren't present to keep an eye on him, he'd be out there already, searching, despite his battered health.
Maybe you should go look for her, make sure she's alright. You think her too smart to run off with nothing but the clothes on her back. But Ezra’s worry is infective and sitting still to wait it out suddenly no longer seems appropriate.
A sigh of immense relief breaks your considerations, however, and you swiftly join Ezra at the window to find the missing girl trotting down the street, towards your home. Not a scratch on her person, to your comfort.
Cee finds both of you still by the window when she enters, her face grim. But the moment she spots Ezra's rattled expression, her own changes to something mildly apologetic.
"Good night," she merely mumbles and retreats into her room.
Ezra watches the door click shut, then deflates completely, sorrow plain and exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. You feel for him, sense the helplessness that swamps him, confronted with such alien responsibility.
"Come 'ere," you say, and he complies, not questioning, as you pull him into a careful hug. He's limp at first, waits and breathes you in. Then one arm comes up and wraps around your mid with gentle strength. You hold him tight as his head comes to rest in the crook of your neck, soft puffs of warm breath feathering across your skin. You quietly wish for time to freeze just for a while.
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As morning comes around, Cee emerges from her hideout to get breakfast. She vanishes as quick and silent as she appeared, but the bedroom door is left cracked open. An invitation to talk that Ezra won't let slide.
You don't mean to eavesdrop, but as they converse, fragments of it carry across the room to your workspace. It doesn't all make sense, since the entirety of their story is still veiled by shadows to you, but their argument steadily resolves as they speak.
Cee tells Ezra how his reaction had reminded her of her late father, though she knew he meant well.
She then tells about asking her father, nearly begging him, to just leave the damn moon. And how she had been brushed off. How she had always been brushed off. If he only had heard her for once, if he’d taken her seriously, had respected her opinions and wishes just this one time - But he had never seen more in her than a clueless kid he would patronize. A precious belonging. A burden. And in the end it had gotten him killed.
Ezra lets her shout, rage and cry until all her pent-up frustration is drained. He listens, patiently, to all of it - and you smile.
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indianaandhan · 2 years ago
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It's a me! Mom got me these as early Christmas gifts. I asked her to put biscuits in the box and gravies in the pump! 🎄 --🐶🎁-- #hanthepug #pug #seniorpug #pugsofinstagram #puglife #doglife #pugmas #christmaspug https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmc3s6Ep9WN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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prismbearer · 2 years ago
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If anyone had any doubt, Lihtbera basically exists bc I'm gay. I've been musing on her character and expanding on her background for my own sanity.
I just wanted a pink roe before on Aether (moved to Dynamis) so her name is chopped together from roe language posts, something like Lihtbera Eifacwyn. It's a chosen/gifted name like all my FF characters apparently. Love pseuds.
Min Height FRoe so she's actually only slightly shorter than Sylv (Max height Elezen). Which is impressive tbh.
She's muscular for sure even tho she's not a tank. Her mother tried to raise her with an axe but she just didn't take to it naturally; but she grew up on ships at sea and knows how to take care of herself. I'm debating her father teaching her to use a knife/dagger, but I'm still considering his background more. Maybe just some diligent members of the crew.
Right now she is ROG>NIN. Altho I picked up PUG for her too. (Classes I have not done on Sylv, mind you.)
Her family are in merchantry. So her mother was a sea wolf pirate captain and her father was a merchant from the East whose vessel they'd intended to loot. Romance novel style love story wherein she falls in love with the soft but cunning merchant she took captive. Anyway, love reforms etc. Just a cute background. And a rarity for me; an OC with two loving parents that are still together and love their child. And also the reformed Pirate crew as extended family bc I haven't had an excuse yet to really have an OC with that vibe here. Anyroad~
Tbh I kinda see her father as a doman hyur (maybe disgraced and ended up trying to make his own way in Kugane, using the last of his inheritance to buy a ship, or maybe the ship was his inheritance etc), but I suppose if that feels too taboo I could just go othardian roe? I just haven't seen much lore on them. Anyway, she takes after her mother as a roe but her skin is just slightly green-tinted and her eyes are dark like her father. While she didn't grow up on land, she has some familiarity with the East and pirate culture, mostly, and would sometimes spend time there while her parents traveled between the two regions for trade. With her mother's protection, her Father's business became much more stable and lucrative.
As she got older, she decided she wanted to travel the actual world vs just trade routes. Her mother still struggles with this, and they tried to convince her to just take her own ship for the business for herself. She declined and hopped off at the port, her mom insisted on introducing her to the marauders but she jumped ship as soon as the rogues guild extended an offer, and now she avoids the Axemaster out of guilt.
Thinking maybe they work with some of the established importers of eastern goods in game, so I'm trying to pay more attention to that sort of thing to figure out what works on her.
I'm not sure if her chocobo is canon, but maybe she got one wandering Eorzea. Ingame her name is Saga, and she's gonna be Celeste Green for now.
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wegingerangelica · 2 years ago
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It's been a hell of a year for you, darling! So, please answer any or all of the following, if you would?
End of the year Asks
Song of the year?
Album of the year?
Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?
Movie of the year?
TV show of the year?
Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?
Favorite actor of the year?
Game of the year?
Best month for you this year?
Something that made you cry this year?
Something you want to do again next year?
Talk about a new friend you made this year
How was your birthday this year?
Favorite book you read this year?
What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?
Post a picture from the beginning of the year
Post a picture from the end of the year
A memorable meal this year?
What’re you excited about for next year?
What’s something you learned this year?
What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?
Favorite place you visited this year?
If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?
Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?
Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one
Thank you, lovely Caffiend!
Song- Face It Alone by Queen. Bringing our beloved Freddie Mercury back to us one more time.
Album- Queen's re-released The Miracle Collector's Edition that my hubby gave me for my birthday.
Elley Duhe
Jurassic Park World Dominion
The Essex Serpent
I saw a 3D picture of The Twin Towers at GROUND ZERO. I thought to myself, "this sums it up."
Tom Hiddleston- Favorite actor of every year!
Game of 2022- Survival of the fittest.
None.
The Insurrection at our Capitol. War on Ukraine. My church Elder died. My Dad died. My Mom doesn't know who I am, etc...
Nothing from this year, but I would like to see Colorado Springs again.
I met a wonderful lady at church. She talked of all the states she's lived in and how her family is spread out all over the eastern US. She told me about her baking and the fruit cake she made for Christmas. After she and her husband left (we were at potluck), she returned to the bottom of the stairs, motioned for my husband to come over, (I did not see her), then she handed him her last homemade fruit cake and said, "Merry Christmas".
My husband showered me with gifts! The best one was The Miracle Collector's Edition.
I read The Night Manager Saga and I Love the Way You Lie again. Wonderful way to put all the turmoil out of your mind! I have been reading a lot of Loki fanfiction.
I am swearing like a sailor! I am truly trying to stop.
I will try at the end.
Ditto.
Thanksgiving when my kids were together with us.
World Peace! People getting along!
The eye opener for me was how hateful, cruel and harmful that some people are in this country.
We have a pug family!!! Our kids are all gone so we now have another family to love and care for! Max the dad, Angel the mom, Lilly Belle and Lila Mae the children, and JackJack the grandpa.
My sister in Lincoln, Ne.
Fence in the yard!!!
No.
Yes. A perfect mate for Loki to drive him crazy and delight the reader. She struggles with 3 personalities and has yet to learn her abilities.
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thespringsbloomboutique · 3 months ago
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“A Very Springs Christmas.”
Original Character(s): Santiago Springs, Lupita Springs, Ivonne Springs
Summary: The Springs family celebrate Christmas with a special surprise.
Rating: Everyone; fluff
Word count: 373
Type: canon/dabble/in-between
December 25, 1958.
“TIAAAGOOO!” Lupita whined, shaking the stubborn Santiago aggressively. “IT’S CHRISTMAS!”
“Christmas can wait,” he mumbled. “Sleep first.”
“I am LEAVING withOUT you.” she huffed, sliding off the bed and stomping to the living room, leaving the bundled-up Tiago curled up in his bed. But it didn’t take long for the boy to scurry after her, burritoed in his big blanket. “Lu! Wait for me!” he called, taking one step at a time. 
“YOU’RE TOO SLOW!” she shouted from the living room, quickly to be hushed by her mother. “Inside voices.” came the voice that brought him comfort. Tiago quickly sped down the rest of the stairs and hobbled into the living room, where a big Christmas tree lined with colorful presents stood. He couldn’t help but grin widely. The Springs family didn’t celebrate Christmas for the Lord or Santa but for the presents. They didn’t exactly have a lot of money and gifts were a blessing, so Christmas was the prime time for the gift-giving. And this year it seemed their sales must’ve been good. Gifts. Galore.
He couldn’t help but giggle and run over to his mom, wrapping himself around her neck.
“Oh, sweet boy,” she cooed. “Merry Christmas, pug.” Ivonne pressed kisses to his mess of hair, wrapping the blanket around him tighter.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!” his sister huffed, crossing her arms. “I got a big one!” 
“Alright, poodle. Wait for puggy, though.” mama chuckled, gently shoving Tiago to the tree. He didn’t wait a second to scurry over and plop himself down, grabbing the biggest present and ripping the wrapping paper off. To a normal person, one would think the present was small. It was no bigger than a human head, but to Tiago? It was the biggest he’s ever gotten. Inside was a little white cat stuffed animal with black button eyes. 
“Oh, mama! I love it! I love it!” he squealed, hugging the little cat tightly. 
“What?! I want one!” Lupita complained, trying to peek a look at the new stuffed friend.
“Oh, sweetie. This is only for Puggy,” the mother assured, thumbing at the little girl's cheek. “What are you gonna name him, Tiago?”
The boy pursed his lips, looking down at the stuffed animal. Then, “Cat!” 
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vindicta-reliquiae · 6 months ago
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"I don't think Big Sis ever celebrated Mother's Day ever since she left Honnouji for good. She used to send gifts for her best friend's Mom every year. Now we couldn't even track down Mako let alone her entire family for that matter."
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"Tell me about it, not even my underground intel could find her or even her lil pug friend."
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"Maybe it's for the best that we didn't find her all these years. A shame, yeah, but we can't help everyone now can we..."
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"I mean... For what it's worth, Ryuko-nee does act like a mom to some of us, so there's that. Even if she's not confident in being one..."
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"Yknow Ashiya, now that you mention it, you just gave me a good idea."
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"Oh I know that face. You know damn well that store is like.... What, further up north from us?? You can't be seriously thinking of driving all the way there to get it??"
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"Bro who said anything about driving all the way up there? Boshi's already up north, we get them to come down here. Besides, she hadn't had those in forever, she's gonna love it." And he started dialing a few numbers.
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"Guess she's gonna have her own celebration after all~ A day for our very own mom friend."
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"That's cute, honestly. It suits her a lot."
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khktees · 7 months ago
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pawableltd · 1 year ago
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Pet-Lovers' Paradise: Buy Pet-Themed Mugs to Celebrate Your Furry Friends
For pet owners, there's nothing quite like the joy and companionship that our beloved furry friends bring to our lives. Whether you're a proud cat person, a doting dog lover, or a devoted fan of any other four-legged companion, celebrating your pet's presence is a must! One delightful way to do so is by owning pet-themed mugs that bring a smile to your face every time you enjoy your favorite beverage. In this article, we'll explore the charm and variety of pet-themed mugs available, from humorous designs to heartwarming tributes. So, grab your coffee, tea, or hot cocoa, and let's embark on a journey to find the perfect mugs to honor your cherished pets.
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Pet-Themed Mug Sets Why settle for just one pet-themed mug when you can have a whole set? Many retailers offer collections of mugs featuring different pet breeds, allowing you to showcase your love for various animals. You can choose a set of mugs with different cat breeds, dog breeds, or even a mix of both!
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famosly-made · 2 years ago
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Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Dog Mother’s Day Card Funny Pug Mothers Day Card for Dog Mom Card for Mom from Dog Printable Card Digital Funny Gift for Mom from Daughter #mothersday #mothersdaycard #mothersdaygift https://etsy.me/3UIECAa
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