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[outsideinterests123]

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[helenemy95]

I built a house in The Sims 2 using ONLY items from The Sims 4 🏡

[screamingay]

and we got to see the century plant in bloom!!!! it looks like it's about a month away from the big full bloom but still it's FORTY FEET TALL and has been waiting 20 years to do this just to die afterwards. god i love plants

[princepotatosack]

the fact that the fcl friend group met on the FIRST DAY OF FRESHMAN ORIENTATION and stayed exactly the same for ten entire years with no additions or removals……. oh this must be why theyre all a little sick in the head

[poppy86579]

Top 5 Kitchen Extension Ideas for Your Space

Many homeowners are opting for kitchen extensions in South London to enhance their living space and add value to their homes. With the evolving lifestyle needs and preferences, kitchen extensions offer a practical solution to create a more spacious and functional kitchen area.

In this blog, we’ll discuss the top 5 kitchen extension ideas to help you make the most of your space. From maximising natural light to optimising functionality, these ideas will transform your kitchen into a hub of creativity and practicality.

Why Do You Need Kitchen Extension Plans for Your Kitchen?

Kitchen extension plans are essential for maximising the potential of your space. Whether you’re looking to create more room for cooking, dining, or entertaining, a well-designed kitchen extension can offer numerous benefits. By extending your kitchen, you can-

Increase the usable floor space and storage capacity

Enhance natural light and ventilation

Improve functionality and flow

Add value to your property

5 Kitchen Extension Ideas

Are you considering a kitchen extension but unsure where to start? Here are 5 innovative ideas to inspire your kitchen transformation-

1. Incorporate Various Roof Profiles

To add architectural interest and maximise natural light, consider incorporating various roof profiles into your kitchen extension design. From flat roofs to pitched roofs and even skylights, different roof profiles can create a visually appealing and bright space. Skylights are particularly effective in bringing in ample daylight, making your kitchen feel more spacious and inviting.

2. Small Kitchen Extension Ideas

If you have limited space, don’t worry! Small kitchen extensions can still make a significant impact. Consider extending your kitchen into the backyard or side yard to create a cosy and functional cooking area. Utilise sliding glass doors or folding doors to seamlessly connect indoor and outdoor spaces, creating an illusion of a larger kitchen.

3. Rear Kitchen Extension Ideas

Rear kitchen extensions are ideal for homeowners who want to expand their kitchen without sacrificing garden space. By extending the kitchen towards the rear of the house, you can create a spacious and open-plan layout. Incorporate large windows or bi-fold doors to blur the boundaries between indoors and outdoors, allowing for easy access to the garden and ample natural light.

4. Small Kitchen Conservatory Extension Ideas

For those who love the charm of conservatories, consider adding a small conservatory extension to your kitchen. Conservatories can create a bright and airy atmosphere, perfect for enjoying meals or relaxing with family and friends. Choose energy-efficient glazing and thermal insulation to ensure year-round comfort in your conservatory kitchen extension.

5. Define Areas with Different Floor Levels

Create visual interest and define different functional areas within your kitchen extension by incorporating different floor levels. Raised platforms or sunken floors can delineate the cooking, dining, and lounging areas, adding depth and dimension to your space. Experiment with materials and textures to further enhance the distinction between each zone.

How Much Would a Kitchen Extension Cost?

The cost of a kitchen extension can vary depending on various factors such as the size of the extension, the complexity of the design, and the materials used. Hence, it’s essential to consult with experienced professionals like Doran Bros Construction to get an accurate estimate based on your specific requirements and budget.

Contact Doran Bros Construction for Kitchen Extension Services

Transforming your kitchen with a well-planned extension can revolutionise your living space and enhance your lifestyle. Whether you opt for a small kitchen extension or a rear kitchen extension, the key is to prioritise functionality, aesthetics, and practicality.

By incorporating these top 5 kitchen extension ideas, you can create a space that reflects your unique style and meets your everyday needs seamlessly. Click here to contact us for expert advice on house extensions in south west London to bring your kitchen extension dreams to life.

[melodieyvonne]

Garfield Park Conservatory a Holiday Heaven

[cherry-hulu]

— NDA

Synopsis: Face planted in the sheets. Mingyu thrusting roughly behind you, constantly hitting that oh so sweet spot. Post concert depression who?

Warnings: Idol!KMG x Fem carat!reader, post concert sex, unprotected sex, underskirt, blow job, face, fucking, pet names (princess, baby, good girl), belly bulge, throat bulge, size kink, lmk if I missed anything

When a staff came up to you, pulling you to the corner and asking you about what you'd think about a special backstage meeting. You definitely did not thought that it would come to this. You didn't even expect to be invited. All you knew was that you and Mingyu have been meeting eyes all throughout the concert and that your tummy could definitely be mistaken for a butterfly conservatory with how wild it was in there.

And now it feels like your guts were being rearranged to accommodate Mingyu's size. Creating an indentation of his cock, carving his own— not so little— space within you.

It all happened so quickly. One moment he was pulling you aside and the second he was pushing you up against the door, body to body, skin to skin, having an aggressive make out session. Nothing about it was gentle. Eager masked by aggression motivated each movement done to each other.

You gasped as he kisses down your neck, down to your cleavage while sliding down the sleeves of your pretty blouse alongside your bra. With one hand, and lips attached to your skin, your mounds were exposed to him in no second. He'd done this a hundred times— more than enough to know that he doesn't have that much time.

So he rushes. Picking you up, your legs wrap around his waist in instict causing your clothed cunt to slightly rub on his abs causing both of you to moan.

Mingyu lays you down on the couch as he takes his shirt off before diving back into your chest. You moan as your hands touch all over him. Feeling his skin, his muscles, his biceps as he grinds on you. With your skirt lifted slightly up, his hard on slots perfectly between your clothed cunt causing both of you to moan during the kiss.

You palm him, holding his heavy cock in your hands before kneeling in front of him and pushing his pants and boxers down to reveal him. Standing proudly and sticking against his stomach, tip red and angry with sploches of pre-cum. With no hesitation you take him in, eyes keeping contact with his— just like how you were during the concert.

"Fuck. There you are again with those damn eyes." Mingyu mutters as he grabs the back of your head patting it down. "Such a good girl, getting on her knees for me without command. You really want me that bad huh? Enjoy me princess, not alot of people get this chance." As he watches you take his cock.

You do it slowly as to enjoy the moment and also because it would be impossible to take him in one go. And Mingyu was so obsessed with you. His hands wrapped around your throat feeling the bulge caused by him, small tears running down your eyes as you look up at him with doe eyes. "Fucking perfect."

Slowly you start to move, bobbing your head forwards and backwards. You had a slow pace, adjusting to his size careful on not going too hard incase you might choke. It didn't took long before Mingyu grabbed your head and started facefucking you instead.

Throwing his head back, your cunt throbbed even more, a visible and prominent wet patch on your panties as you saw him. The hand on your back, the weight of his cock in your mouth, his thrusting motions. It was all so hot.

He thinks the same as he looked back down at you, looking up at him with eyes big, mouth wide open stretched around his cock. "Shit baby you're so fucking hot." He mutters before pulling out. Cock immediately standing back up against his stomach. He was rock hard.

"Wan' more please.." You whimper straightening your posture as you look up at him more, pouting. "You'll get more princess don't worry, but right now I want nothing more than your pussy." He says as he lays you back down, bending your knees and lifting your skirt up slightly giving him a perfect view of your clothed cunt.

Due to the hot weather in South Korea, you opted to just wear panties out and decided to just be more careful with your movements. "What a slut, walking around with no safety shorts on? Jumping at my concert, while giving me those eyes? You were just waiting to be fucked weren't you?" Mingyu says as he pulls back the middle of your panties before letting it snap back and rubbing on the wet spot right after.

He lifts the panties off you immediately revealing your throbbing pretty pussy. "Pretty and pink, perfect princess." While rubbing your bud.

Coming near you, you spread your legs immediately accommodating his size. Mingyu slaps his fat cock on your pussy a couple of times, teasing the tip on your entrance before slowly pushing in.

It felt so surreal, he was stretching you so much. Immediately, your upper half lifted off the couch, mouth hanged wide open as he eases into you. His hand wraps around the whole circumference of your waist making him harder "So small baby."

Propping your legs on his shoulder after easing himself in. He started off slowly before gradually speeding up as be remembers the limited time. It didn't took long before the room was echoing with the sound of skin slapping and your load moans and whimpers that just gets Mingyu to fuck you harder each time.

"S.. S.. So.. B.. Big.. M.. M.. Min.. G.. Gyu," While he fucks you relentlessly. He rubs the bulge on your stomach as he chuckes lightly "Weren't you just talking relentlessly earlier? Where'd that go?"

He flips you around—penis still lodged in you—now face planted into the couch as he fucks and reached you deeper and harder. The furniture now moving inch by inch away from it's original position. His hand rests on your back, while his other hand lifts your skirt up and spanks your ass loving the way it turns red.

"I.. I'm cl.. close," You whimper. "Me too baby, me too." Mingyu responds as he fucks you harder than possible. A few more thrusts and you were creaming all over him creating a white ream in between your connection. One more hard thrust before he pulls out and cums all over your back, jacking off lightly to ride his high.

Resting his fat cock on atop of your but, he kisses your back lightly as he whispers you praises and affirmations. "Did so good baby, 'm so proud of you."

Mingyu turns your around and sees your fucked up state. Kissing your forehead, he spreads your legs around him once again startling you as your eyes open wide. He starts to go down your body as he looks up at you witha smug look on his face. "What? I'm just getting you your moneys worth."

[gemsofgreece]

Hello, quick question. What the fuck

"Santorini: The local department of the National Conservatory has shut down - It will be converted to an Airbnb"

If you ever ever travel to Greece, one plea: DON'T stay to an Airbnb. They are destroying the country. Trust me. If you want the good of the country and its people, go to a hotel, maybe ideally a small business boutique hotel but any hotel is more ethical than an Airbnb at this point.

[fishervk]

Large - Sun Room

A large, elegant sunroom photo with a glass ceiling and a travertine floor but no fireplace.

[p-seduonym]

Switched At Birth (Part Eight)

A/N: I'm alive! I swear. I was just sick for a bit. Also, I had writer's block so I'm not really happy with this. Regardless, hope you like it! Also, if you're new, hi and welcome! I got this idea from @luludeluluramblings's Switched at Birth Au. Check it out and give them some love!

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Yandere!Batfam X Switched! Fem! Reader X Yandere!Wayne!OC

Part One

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Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

It was rare for Tim to not know something.

From the mundane to the extraordinary, he always had to be the first to know.

So Melissa’s recent escapades didn’t slip under his radar, even if they registered less than a ping.

As the rows of monitors blinked with surveillance feeds, data scans, and live social media aggregators, Tim considered the grainy photos halfheartedly. Barbara sat at her command chair, typing rapidly as he sipped his mug of coffee behind her.

Leaning back, Barbara pointed out with an arched eyebrow, “See this one? Melissa Wayne spotted riding through Crime Alley on a bicycle. With some girl in cat socks. Whole city’s losing its mind.”

Tim took another sip from his mug. “Yeah. I clocked it about thirty minutes ago. Midtown cameras picked them up—she’s been with the same girl a few times now. Thrift shop, old diner, now the conservatory.”

“And? Not even remotely curious?” Barbara joked with a smirk.

“Please,” He scoffed, “Gotham latches onto any Wayne with a pulse and a hobby. It’s a media Rorschach test. People are just projecting”

“Yeah, but this is Melissa we’re talking about. No offense, but she's not exactly popular. Specially in the media”

“It’s noise, Babs. A bored city sees a couple photos and gets excited. Unless she suddenly manifests laser eyes or starts dating a Falcone, it’s not mission-critical.”

Barbara, still typing, narrows her eyes slightly at the screen, “Uh huh. And what if it is something? That building they went into tonight—zoning says it hasn’t been structurally sound in over a decade. Can’t imagine any reason they’d go there”

He sighs and sets down his mug before inquiring “What? You think it’s a hidden op or something?”

“I think Melissa has never done anything unpredictable in her life–until now. And it might be because of that girl”

She paused suddenly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Tim, as he watched her pull up the footage of a Midtown surveillance camera. The screen displayed a paused image: Melissa on the back of a bike, smiling. It was a soft sort of smile, one that Tim couldn’t remember off the top of his head and that left him somewhat uneasy. The girl pedaling throws a glance over her shoulder, eyes sharp, grin crooked.

“...She looked at the camera,” Tim frowned slightly.

“Now you’re curious?” Barbara chuckled.

“Curious, maybe, but not concerned”

When Melissa gently eased herself through the crack of the front door, she paused for a moment and looked back over her shoulder. Even from the distance covering the front gate of Wayne Estate and the front porch, she could see you pedaling down the paved path.

A small childish part of her wanted to call out to you, but she bit her tongue. Instead she pacified herself with the promise you made:

“I’m gonna be honest with you Mel, it’ll probably take a bit before I’m “gala-ready”. But I swear I will be before we go, alright?”

The gala was still weeks away, but you looked so sincere that Melissa couldn’t do anything but believe you.

So, still wind tousled, Melissa turned back to enter the manor. A small smile, secretive yet content graced her face. Her fingertips gently brushed the scrunchie tied snuggly around her wrist.

That is until she saw Damian, seated at the base of the grand staircase, arms folded, shadowed by the low amber light of the chandelier. His posture was still, but coiled. Watching. 

Melissa felt her smile drop.

“You’re late” He said it like she was inconveniencing him.

She blinked slowly at him which only made him grow more exasperated.

“I didn’t know you were waiting for me” She answered cautiously but truthfully, slinking closer as if not to startle him.

Damian rolled his eyes, “It’s not normal for you to be out this late. Or to be that close to Crime Alley”

Her eyes widened, “How did–”

“Please, did you think your little escapades went without notice? Those morons in the media are fixated on the two of you.”

She recoiled at his mention of you. You weren’t supposed to be in their sights.

Not yet, anyway.

Melissa fidgeted under his gaze, idly twisting the hair tie on her wrist.

“I didn’t think it’d upset you that much”

“I’m not upset. I’m alert.”

A pause grew between the two siblings before she sighed. It was that typical pitiful sigh, like she bore all the weight of the world’s brudens.

That same annoying sigh.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” She said it in such a rehearsed way, “I just went out with…with a friend”

“I wasn’t worried,” He stressed. “I was concerned for the Wayne name and how your actions would affect it.”

Melissa nodded as if she understood, but he knew she wasn’t listening. Her eyes were glazed over and stared at him as if he was a clueless child. It irked him even more.

“You. You’re hiding something”

That seemed to grab her attention. Her eyes flicked to meet his, even if they still looked forlorn.

“...isn’t everyone?” She acquiesced, in a hushed voice.

Another pause followed before he stood and pivoted in place. As he ascended the stairs, Damian stated flatly.

“Whatever it is, keep it to yourself. Don’t be a nuisance”

While he climbed, he added.

“To us, or her”

Watching him walk off, Melissa’s face remained fixed.

Her thoughts, however, quickly curdled.

“Damn brat” Hissed in the back of her head when she reached her room. 

It was rather simple to play the pitiful, hopeless forgotten daughter. It made her unassuming. No one would think twice about what she did. However, that paranoid cretin seemed hellbent on ruining that. Melissa knew her ploy never worked on him, yet she could not drop it. Out of habit or pride, she continued the charade around him.

But, still, Damian didn’t think much of her. Even now, he likely saw her acting out as a sort of rebellious phase. 

That could work.

“A quiet, rebellious girl keeping odd company”, was something that she could play.

Just until she could hit them where it hurt.

A/N: I am legit so tired. If this wasn't that good, I'm not in a great headspace rn. I just wanted to post something for yall this week.

[ahqkas]

Hii! I love ur writing sm could I get blurbs of the batboys on their wedding day with a gn reader? Tysm if you choose to write this 🙏🙏

♯YOU’RE THE ONLY GOOD THING IN MY LIFE

— gn!reader, mention of reader’s hair in dick’s blurb, i recommend listening to HIM ( for example )

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BRUCE WAYNE

THE GRAND BUILDING of wayne manor seemed even more striking today, bathed in the golden light of an early morning sun. the sprawling estate had been prepared for the occasion, elegant floral arrangements lining the grounds, their soft fragrance mingling with the crisp air. despite the planning, the day felt intimate, almost sacred—a rare glimpse into the man behind gotham’s most famous name.

bruce wayne stood in front of the floor-length mirror in his suite, adjusting the cuffs of his perfectly tailored black suit. the tie was already straight, the jacket fitted to perfection, but his hands lingered. a rare sign of nerves. alfred, standing a few paces away, gave him a knowing look, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips.

“you’re fidgeting, master wayne,” alfred pointed out gently, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “i don’t believe i’ve ever seen you this unsettled.”

bruce paused, exhaling slowly as he dropped his hands to his sides. “it’s not nerves,” he said, though the slight quirk of his brow betrayed him. “it’s . . . anticipation.”

“ah, of course,” the butler replied, stepping forward to adjust bruce’s pocket square with practiced precision. “a monumental day, indeed. though, if i may say so, [name] already endured countless dinners with the board of wayne enterprises and spent more time in the batcave than i ever expected of anyone not wearing a cape. i daresay they’re ready for this.”

the bat man chuckled softly, shaking his head. “i know they are. it’s me i’m worried about. for once, it feels like i can’t afford to get it wrong, alfred.”

alfred’s gaze softened, and he rested a reassuring hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “if there’s one thing you’ve gotten right, master wayne, it’s them.”

bruce’s lips pressed into a small, grateful smile, but before he could respond, the door creaked open, and dick peeked his head in. “hey, it’s almost time,” he said, grinning as he took in bruce’s uncharacteristically pensive demeanor. “you ready?”

the main man of the day glanced at the mirror one last time before nodding, his confidence returning with each step toward the life he was about to solidify.

DICK GRAYSON

THE SUN WAS beginning to set over the city, casting golden hues across the skyline as the ceremony transitioned into the reception. the rooftop of the gotham conservatory had been transformed into a romantic haven, strings of fairy lights crisscrossing above, glowing softly like fireflies. the gentle hum of conversation and clinking glasses mixed with the distant sounds of the city below, but dick’s focus was entirely on you.

you stood a few feet away, talking animatedly with barbara gordon, your laughter ringing out like music to his ears. dick found himself frozen, his heart stumbling in his chest upon the sight of you. you looked stunning, of course, but it wasn’t just that. it was the way you smiled, the way you held yourself, the way you seemed to brighten the space around you.

you were glowing.

this was it. this was his life now—your life now. together ( forever ) .

he shook himself out of his reverie as barbara caught his eye and shot him a knowing look before excusing herself politely from your conversation. you turned toward him, your smile softening into something more intimate as your eyes met.

“hi, husband,” you teased as he crossed the space to you, your voice low enough that only he could hear.

dick grinned, slipping his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer. “hi, my love.” he leaned in, his lips brushing against your temple in a soft kiss. “you having fun?”

you gave him a nod, resting your hands on his chest as you looked up at him. “i think so. everyone seems happy, and the food’s amazing. but what about you? you’ve been running around all day. when are you going to take a break and actually enjoy your own wedding?”

a chuckle escaped his lips while his long fingers traced absent patterns against the small of your back. “i’m enjoying it right now. you’re here. that’s all i need.”

your cheeks flushed slightly, but you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting his arm. “you’re such a sap.”

“and you married me anyway,” he shot back, leaning down until his forehead rested lightly against yours. he could feel your every breath, could inhale the very smell of your perfume. some might say a core memory formed at that moment, one he’d replay every time before he went to bed.

“questionable decision,” you teased, though the warmth in your eyes betrayed your words.

dick laughed, his smile as bright and effortless as the first time you met. he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face before cradling your cheek in his palm. “you’re incredible, you know that? this whole day—it’s perfect because of you. i don’t know how i got so lucky, but i promise, i’m not taking a second of it for granted.”

the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache in the best way, and you leaned into his touch, your hand covering his. “you’re pretty incredible yourself, grayson. and if anyone’s lucky, it’s me.”

he shook his head, his grin turning almost boyish. “nope. i’m definitely winning here. but we can call it even if you let me have this dance.”

you raised a brow, glancing at the small dance floor where a few couples swayed to the soft music drifting from the live quartet. “we’ve already danced, like, three times.”

“yeah, well, it’s our wedding. i’m legally obligated to monopolize you tonight.”

as the music swelled around you, the city lights twinkling in the distance, you knew without a doubt that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

JASON TODD

THE RECEPTION WAS in full swing, the wayne manor gardens glowing under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights strung between towering oak trees. lanterns dotted the grounds, casting soft golden hues over the tables draped in white linens. the sound of music carried through the crisp evening air, blending with laughter and the hum of conversation as friends and family celebrated the night away.

jason stood near the bar, his tie loosened, one hand wrapped around a glass of champagne he hadn’t really touched. his gaze was locked on you across the dance floor, where you were laughing at something alfred had just said. the old butler had a warm smile as he handed you another slice of cake, and you accepted it with the kind of grin that made jason’s chest ache.

your outfit was making you look like something out of a dream. his dream. jason had always thought weddings were too much—too over-the-top, too showy. but now, seeing you like this, he got it.

you spotted him before he reached you, your laughter softening into a warm smile as your eyes met. he held out a hand towards you, his touch gentle but firm, like he was grounding himself in the moment. “dance with me?” he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear, a rare softness coloring his tone.

you didn’t even hesitate, setting your plate down and slipping your hand into his. “i thought you’d never ask.”

jason led you to the center of the dance floor, the noise around you fading as he pulled you close. one hand rested on your waist, the other clasping yours, his movements steady despite the usual roughness of his demeanor. the music slowed, and the two of you swayed together, your head resting against his shoulder as the world narrowed to just the two of you.

“i still can’t believe this is real,” he murmured after a while, his voice a little rough, like he was holding back more than he was saying.

you lifted your head to look at him, your smile soft and teasing. “what? that you’re married? or that you survived a wedding without causing a scene?”

he huffed a quiet laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “both, probably. but mostly you. us. i never thought i’d get something like this. someone like you.”

your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his voice, the way he looked at you like you were something precious. “jason,” you breathed out his name softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. “you deserve this. you deserve every bit of happiness in the world. even if you don’t think so.”

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you, but i’m not letting go. not ever.”

“you better not,” you teased, though your voice wavered slightly, emotion thick in your throat.

jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead that lingered, as if he was memorizing the feel of you in his arms. when he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his lips curling into the kind of smile he only ever gave you—soft, private, unguarded. a smile that was yours and yours only.

TIM DRAKE

THE RECEPTION WAS winding down, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating the gardens of wayne manor. the gentle hum of conversation and laughter mingled with the distant chirp of crickets, but tim was oblivious to it all. he stood under the sprawling oak tree where the two of you had first shared a quiet moment earlier in the evening. now, it was just the two of you, the chaos of the day finally giving way to a well deserved moment of peace.

tim looked at you, his suit jacket draped over his arm, his tie slightly loosened, and his dark hair still perfectly messy despite the long day. you were sitting on the edge of the stone bench beneath the tree. the faintest blush of moonlight kissed your features, making you look like something out of a dream.

he hesitated for a moment, as if trying to commit the image of you to memory, before finally stepping forward and offering you his hand. “dance with me?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with that quiet confidence you’d always found so endearing.

you looked up, a small smile playing on your lips. “there’s no music.”

tim shrugged, his hand still outstretched. “doesn’t mean we can’t dance.”

you let out a quiet laugh but slipped your hand into his, letting him pull you to your feet. he guided you to the soft patch of grass beneath the tree, his other hand resting lightly on your waist. his movements were a little stiff at first, the awkwardness that always crept in when he wasn’t behind a computer screen or a mission plan. but as you rested your head against his shoulder, he relaxed, his fingers curling slightly against your back.

the world seemed to shrink around you, the distant sounds of the reception fading away until it was just the rustle of the wind in the trees and the soft rhythm of your breathing. tim’s heart thudded against your cheek, steady and grounding, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“you know,” you murmured after a moment, your voice breaking the silence, “i think this is my favorite part of the day.”

your husband pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you. “really? not the ceremony? or the cake? or bruce’s awkward toast?”

you laughed at the memory of bruce’s overly formal speech, but shook your head. “those were great. But this . . . this feels like us. quiet, simple, just real.”

“i like that. us.”

you tilted your head, your gaze searching his. “yeah?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “because no matter what happens, no matter how crazy things get, this is what i’ll always come back to. you and me.”

the two of you swayed there for a while longer, the rest of the world forgotten as the stars glittered above. and in that moment, beneath the old oak tree and the soft glow of the lanterns, you knew you’d found your forever.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This cute 1914 home in Batavia, NY is filled with so much whimsy inside and out (the gardens are stunning). 3bds, 2ba, 1,720sqft, $239k.

Enter thru the delightfully colorful sunporch.

Then step into a small hall w/stairs on the left and a doorway to the living room on the right. It's fairly spacious and has an original corner fireplace.

A large double doorway leads to the dining room and French doors open to the sunporch.

And, from the dining room, enter the redone kitchen.

This is lovely in bright blue and white.

Right off the kitchen is this wonderful little potting room.

Back in the hall there's a shower room next to the stairs. Nice stained glass window, too.

Look at how nice this is- original gothic style railings.

The landing has plenty of room for an office.

The primary bedroom has a built-in bureau.

This one is cute, it has a little tropical vibe going on, and a sort of Tiki hut.

The main bath has been remodeled, but still has the original tub.

Bed #3 is set up as a TV room.

And, look at this- next to the attic stairs there's a little conservatory with a skylight. You don't have to make it a conservatory, it's got great light, for the perfect art studio.

The attic is finished and serves as a large bedroom.

The basement is also finished and is a home gym.

Attached to the 2 car garage they have an outdoor deck with barbecue and hot tub areas.

The fairytale gardens feature a koi pond, as well.

There's a garden shed and lots of ornamental statuary.

Here's another nice shed. They really made a great garden on a .27acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/5-Richmond-Ave-Batavia-NY-14020/30473157_zpid/

[fellulahh]

Diavolo helps MC house hunt in the human world

Hello old friends! Are you still here?😂

I have a routine of coming back on Tumblr once or twice a year to read Obey!Me content for the memories and this time round I delved too deep and it made me want to write something again. I’m still a sucker for Diavolo lol

Anyway I’ll see you in another 4/5 years time! I hope you’re all doing well xx

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“This one looks nice.” Diavolo commented as his eyes studied the house in front of him and MC.

The Prince of Devildom was visiting MC in the human realm for a few days and had agreed to help her view properties while she sought out a new home.

“It does, doesn’t it? I feel like I could do something nice with the garden.” MC studied while the estate agent was grabbing something from their car. “Perhaps Barbatos can give me some recommendations of bulbs I can plant.” The human joked.

“Don’t, MC.” Diavolo warned, “you don’t understand how passionate he is about gardening.” He quipped with an amused grin, “I made the mistake of asking what one of the trees were in the palace gardens once and then had to listen to the entire history of Devildom’s horticulture.”

“Hm, best not then.” MC smiled at him.

They shared an amused expression toward each other before being interrupted by the estate agent.

“Right!” They spoke up from behind them, “I’m ready when you are.”

After being lead into the small bungalow, MC and Diavolo began taking in their surroundings. They lingered behind the estate agent while they were being introduced to each room.

The pair would steal glances at each other every so often; mostly ending in Diavolo raising his eyebrow at MC with a small grin on his face.

“What?” The human would ask quietly with an amused smile, being completely distracted from the realtor’s words.

“Nothing!” He’d say innocently.

As time went on, MC got to see each room one by one.

“I wanted to save this room until last as this is the real statement piece of the house.” The estate agent informed the human with some excitement in their tone. “I think you’ll both like this.”

“Oh?” MC raised an eyebrow as she followed the woman through an archway: Diavolo close behind.

Entering the final room, MC was surprised when she was met with a beautiful open plan kitchen which lead out into a conservatory with a dining area.

“Oh wow!” She breathed, “This wasn’t on any of the photos?”

“No,” the estate agent shook their head, “the owners decided to renovate this area recently as it was in dire need of some new life; they thought the old kitchen would put off potential buyers.” She informed them, “I think you both would enjoy sitting in the conservatory in the Summer months.” She encouraged, putting on her best sales smile. “Perhaps you could make MC breakfast while she lounges over there in the sun?”

Before MC could correct the estate agent and inform her that the pair were not in fact a couple or moving in together, Diavolo took a step forward.

“Well anything to get into MC’s good books.” He joked with the realtor, earning a look from the human.

As the estate agent turned her back, Diavolo quickly shot MC a cheeky grin.

Amused, the human returned the same expression and mouthed “what are you doing?” With a toothy smile.

“Well,” the estate agent spoke up, “I’ll leave you both for a minute to think. I’ll just be in the entranceway if you need me.” She smiled before leaving the room.

“Thank you.” MC nodded.

Left alone to their own devices, Diavolo and MC began scanning their surroundings.

“Well I have to say, this is a pretty nice place. Seems pretty large for just yourself though?” Diavolo questioned casually, turning to MC with his hands in his pockets.

“Diavolo, it’s a bungalow.” MC laughed, “I’m not exactly going to get lost. Anyway - more to the point - what’s with you playing happy families just then?”

“Can a demon not pretend?” He grinned, “I rather enjoy the fantasy of the two of us living together.”

MC shook her head at the demon, a small warm flush filling her cheeks.

“And what would Lucifer say if he knew you just said that?” She asked, folding her arms as she tilted her head.

“Oh I’m sure he’d just do his usual scowl,” Diavolo chuckled, “I’m sure they all would.” He continued, referring to the brothers.

MC smiled at the thought of them.

“You should come back, MC.” Diavolo suddenly insisted, “We all miss you, me particularly,” he admitted.

MC smiled sweetly at Diavolo, taking a step closer to him. “I have a life here too.” She reminded him, “I can’t just disappear again.”

He looked at her longingly with his big, amber eyes.

Letting out a sigh, he eventually copied her warm gaze; accepting the reality of it all.

Lifting up a hand, MC gently rubbed Diavolo’s large arm. He glanced down at her touch, with a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips.

“How many bedrooms has this place got?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just the one.” She smiled knowingly, waiting for his next remark. “As you’ve seen.”

“Hm.” He pulled a face, “I suppose we’ll have to share the bed when I come to visit you next.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” MC grinned at him.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hi !! i read the sleep hcs for ENA and then went on a tangent and found the other ENA stuff you wrote sommmm...

what are the reactions of the ENA's friends like Moony, the Shepard, Merci, Phindoll, etc. to ENA actually sleeping for the first time... and ENA + Y/N herself ofc?? <3

Omg hey! I've been reading your Ena writing too, and it's fantastic! Never stop <3

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Moony

As soon as she discovers you cuddling with a sleeping Ena, she initially believes she's dead.

"Dude..did you just kill my friend in cold blood????"

After you reminded her that she's experiencing sleep for the first time, she goes "ohhhh....okay. But I'm still mad at you for making me freak out like that."

Despite how it looks on the surface, Moony cares for her a lot--even to the point where she threatened you if you ever broke her heart...only to claim she was joking and didn't actually care what happened.

You know she does. She just has an odd way of simultaneously showing and hiding it.

But she'll admit that you've done a better job at handling Ena's emotions than she ever did.

Instead of ignoring them and hoping she'd go back to "normal", you validated her feelings and helped her calm down.

When she turned into her Full-Sadness form, you stayed with her even though it made you both late to the Great Runas' celebration.

As far as you introducing her to the concept of sleep, though? Moony doesn't really mind it too much. Only that it's weird to see Ena quiet and...not doing much of anything.

But it's helped with her mood regulation a lot, so...that's a big plus.

Shepherd

Every now and then, the Guardians were allowed to live out in the overworld, spending their lives how ever they wish until they were summoned for the next celebration.

For Shepherd, her work was never done, as she dwelled in a small conservatory where she could tend to her meadow, where hourglass dogs always found their way to her.

But one evening, she discovers an intruder laying in the middle of everything, and is thoroughly appalled when she recognizes her face.

"Ena? Oh no..not again.."

Not only did the same "troublemaker" barge in here, but she had the nerve to crush her flowers, too???

"Great Runas, give me strength. Show me a reason not to strike down this pest-"

"Shep! I'm so sorry! I was looking everywhere for her!" She hears your voice, and is relieved when you come to the rescue.

As one of the first Guardians you befriended, you would often bring lost hourglass dogs to add to her flock. Even buying them from auctions for the sole purpose of rescuing them.

During one conversation over turron, you mentioned being with Ena, and she almost spits out her drink.

Not that it's any of her business, and she doesn't outright say that you shouldn't be dating any Ena. But...she's confused on why and how you two got together, and still is to this very day.

She just watches you carry your girlfriend in your arms, only now realizing that she had been sleeping the entire time.

"That's odd. I thought her kind didn't require rest."

"Yeah, well..I decided to introduce that idea to her. But I probably should've mentioned that she can't just sleep anywhere." You give her an awkward smile.

"Hmph. When she awakens, tell her that she owes me an apology." Shepherd huffs, holding her crook. "My flowers are very delicate this time of year."

"I promise." You reassure, only to feel Ena snuggle her head against your shoulder to get more comfortable.

Her eyes haven't opened once, yet she sensed your presence instantly.

You smile sweetly, and Shepherd just blinks in astonishment.

Merci

She's just patrolling the Maze as usual, talking to you while you're trying to visit Moony, when she nearly trips over something.

But very quickly, you both realize it's someone.

"What??? Who is.....oh, Ena. Why did she come back???" She lightly nudges her side. "I told her this place was dangerous! Does she not have any brains left???"

"Hey, what did I say about insulting her?" You firmly reminded her. "We're together, remember?"

"....so you can make excuses for her being a hazard??" Merci's not pleased with you trying to defend Ena, but in that moment, she wakes up and is delighted to see you two.

"Merci, my good friend! [Y/n], my sweetheart! I had the most delightful dream!"

"Eh? So you sleep now? When did that happen?" is what the mime tells her.

But the only thing Ena hears is "Eh? So you sleep now? Did you have a good rest?"

"Indeed. Thank you!" Your polygonal girlfriend jumps to her feet. "My apologies. I couldn't find my way around and decided to stay put, knowing you'd come find me eventually." She grins, holding your hands. "Fun fact: did you know it's possible to cry until you're physically exhausted and lose consciousness?"

"Yeah, but...that's not really a fun fact." You shake your head. "Let's go see Moony. We'll catch you later, Merci."

The mime simply nods, although she finds it bizarre how and why you chose to be with Ena.

But she's not gonna question your decision too much. She's got more important things to worry about.

Phindoll

It was a quiet night, when you were cuddling with a drunken Ena who had fallen asleep, her head on your chest.

She had glitched into her "demon" form and for some reason was stuck that way as she passed out, but you didn't mind it at all.

You were just petting her horns, hearing barely-audible purrs emitting from her throat.

Then out of nowhere, your phone rings and you answer, hearing a certain laidback Guardian's voice on the other end.

"Hey, hey, hey!! How's that acutie of yours doin'? Haven't seen her in a minute."

"Oh! Phindoll? Hey...how are you able to call me from the desert?"

"Don't question it, beta buddy."

"True. I should know better. Um...do you mind keeping the volume down a notch? She's sleeping right now."

"Woaaaahhh...her journey to our Great Runas tuckered her out that much, huh?" He sounds amused. "It's understandable."

"Well it's her first time really sleeping. So.."

"No way, bro. That's insane. Is that why her moods get outta whack sometimes???"

"It's possible." You answered, glancing down at your girlfriend, who seemed to be stirring. But the moment you started petting her horns again, she settles down and lies still once more.

Eventually, Phindoll hangs up the phone to give you guys some peace and quiet.

You liked chatting with him, and you liked the fact that he supports you two being together.

And you're especially grateful he didn't put her through the "interview ritual"...which you knew nothing about except for the fact it involved violence.

[samisverycool]

Hello! I love your yandere prince, and I'm hoping you could maybe expand on it? I was wondering if you could write a scenario in which his maid plans out a special surprise, whether for a holiday or birthday, and his reaction to it. Either way, I love your page ❤️

thank you!! a lot of people like him, im considering turning him into an oc and giving him lore hehe...

࣪ ִֶָ☾. yandere prince . part three

➯ part one

➯ part two

the hardest part isn't the planning.

it's escaping.

every time you try to slip away, he grabs you and interrogates you frantically, as if you would disappear if you left for longer than a minute.

you've had to shove decorations underneath laundry, pass notes discreetly to chefs and scullery maids while the prince wasn't looking. but he always was. and it's near impossible to get the party done with him breathing down your neck all the time.

"my sweet, must you go? surely whatever you need to do isn't more important than your prince.." he'd call out, like a child scared of being abandoned. but fearing he might make you dislike him, he refrains from physically keeping you from leaving.

on the day of the surprise, you wake up early. it wasn't a huge party, you simply decorated the conservatory and brought the people he once said were 'tolerable'. you made one more trip to the conservatory to make sure everything was in place─ the candles, the cake, the flowers.

turning back towards your quarters, you flinch seeing the prince wandering the halls, presumably searching for you.

"my sweet, you weren't in your room! i thought something had happened.." he rushed to hold you, like he had to make sure you were real. he had gotten so paranoid lately because of how suspicious you were being.

"forgive me, my prince, i was just.. uh, taking a walk in the gardens" you lied, and he knew, but said nothing.

by dusk, you managed to lure him into the conservatory, where candles shone softly through the windows.

"happy birthday!!"

he steps into the candlelight.

and laughs.

it's breathy, unsteady, and doesn't sound quite sane.

"thank goodness. i thought you were going to leave me, my sweet!" he exclaims, rushing to engulf you in a suffocating hug. "but, no, of course not.. you're still mine" he giggles, only for your ears to hear.

he lets you go and takes in all the effort you put into this small party. "ah.. i made it difficult, didn't i? apologies, i truly thought you were tired of serving me and planned to run away!" he grins, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

"thank you, my sweetest maid. i will excuse the secrets, just this once" he tilts his head, a playful glint in his eyes.

"could you make up for it by being my present?"