hey gourd, how about an Easter egg cat! Colorful and hiding something teehee
Snowberrypool is a curious cat. She's got long, luxurious white fur, and loves to hunt for secrets. However, no one knows that she hides what she sees as the ultimate secret: She knows her parents went against the code to have her. Her dam? A normal warrior. Her sire, however? A cleric. A holy cat, dedicating their life to interpreting divine messages. Not supposed to have kits, because it's believed that the presence of blood relatives descended from a cleric will cause bias in the divine's decisions, or that the cleric will lose their connection. She knows because she has been visited by the divine for her entire life. She is living proof that the divine takes preference to the children of their mortal messengers, and her worst nightmare is soon to come: Her rival, Licoricestone, is about to uncover the truth. Will everything come crashing down, will Licoricestone turn over a new leaf and help her, or will he blackmail her?
summary: With Matt, not only did you discover the beauty and peace that each season had to offer but also the love and affection that he was willing to give you.
warnings: none :)
You have both noticed that when summer ends, your days together become more peaceful. You can't help but feel calm whenever the pool in the backyard starts to lose its company, or when the wind turns slightly chillier. It's an opportunity to bask in each other's company, revel in the quiet moments, and just be together.
In the winter, Matt's hands clasp yours and bring them both together to his mouth, hot air blowing into them as the heat from the fireplace reaches your bodies. It's mid-December and Chris can hear the soft tune of Lana del Rey's Paris, Texas sounding from the living room as his older brother holds up a small copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban in front of your faces while you quietly read with your legs tangled together with the mugs sat on the table in fornt of you.
In the fall, flour flies over your heads as your soft laughter echoes around the kitchen, and the episode of Gilmore Girls is left forgotten in the background. You continue to mix the pumpkin-flavored batter as Matt takes a moment to appreciate these little moments with you, where your hair falls perfectly over your face and your smile doesn't leave your face even when you are done playing.
In the spring, you can't help but smile as you watch Matt with a handmade flower crown on his head. The wind blows the petals around as you both laugh and enjoy each other's company. It's those little moments that make life so sweet, right? "What are you staring at, huh?" You say, a playful smile lingering on your lips. He snickers, a hand reaching and covering his mouth "You have some..." He bursts out laughing as the flower petals fly off and your hair gets thrown back by the wind.
As the seasons changed, you both found care in the quiet moments you shared. In these moments, you not only discovered the beauty and peace that each season had to offer but also the love and affection your boyfriend was willing to give.
A/N: although this fandom isn’t for me…there’s no way you thought I wouldn’t be writing something for Barry. Also only just finished episode six but thanks to tik-tok I was able to see a Barry edit for this season that was 👏🏽🙏🏾 👀 and further motivation to write this small thing. We still stanning over here! Also where are the new gifs at for this man?
Prompts are from this list & I’m using 4.) taking deep inhales of the fresh spring air + 24.) lying under the sunny sky and watching the clouds.
The sun gave just the right amount of warmth against Barry’s skin, which fought off the brisk air the now blossoming season provided. Barry found himself completely relaxed, laying on his back, arms folded behind his head and staring up at the puff of clouds that drifted along the sky.
He hardly had the time to just enjoy the weather, if he wasn’t working—scheming—depends who you ask. It felt pretty damn good to just be in the park, surrounded by the trees that whistles a sweet tune every so often. He was so comfortable and free that he finally felt his eyes slowly begin to close.
A harsh cough was released, making Barry snap his dark eyes open to realize that the sound was coming from the silhouette that was actually sitting on top of him.
You so happened to be sitting right on his lap, almost hacking up a lung with a hand on your chest.
Barry pushed himself up onto his elbows, furrow in his brows as he asked, “what’s happening, bloom?”
Once you caught your breath, you glanced back at Barry and wheezed, “I think something with wings went down my throat.”
“And how that happen?”
“I was just taking in the fresh air and the earth betrayed me like I’m not one of her own.”
Barry snorted to himself, sitting upwards to slip his hands from the sides of your ass to lock them around your waist. He then placed a kiss to the back of your neck, enjoying the weight of you on him.
He was really bonding with nature, your words not his and forgot that you also made yourself comfortable on his lap. If the both of you didn’t have a warning for “indecent exposure,” from mr. Park control (thanks to last time) then Barry would definitely initiate some freaky deaky actions to really promote this peaceful outing.
“Here, drink some.” Barry reached out and into the extra bag you brought with you.
His hand pulled out a glass bottle and squinted at the label then read it out loud, “elderflower rose lemonade. Don’t know where the hell you got this from but i hope it helps.”
Next he popped the bottle cap off with his teeth before holding it out for you to grasp.
Holding the bottle up in cheers, you went to sipping as Barry settled to the side back on his elbow. He then dragged your bag over by the books of the month the both of you were reading asking, “I think it’s about time we eat somethin’ don’t you? I sure hope you ain’t bring none of those croissants with that green shit that’s not weed sprinkled on top of it.”
It was your turn to laugh, remembering the look of disgust on Barry’s face when you brought him some matcha croissants. He was all for pastries but felt like once you started adding unnecessary items to the original? He had something to say about it.
“Lucky for you, there’s just sandwiches and chips in there. No funny business.” You replied, sliding off his lap to lay on your stomach beside him now.
How ironic of that statement to be made as the both of you got a view of a few familiar faces making their way through the park. Sarah peddled by on her bike with Cleo standing on the back of it, the two being oblivious to the couple as they carried on through the looped pathway; followed by Pope roller blading backwards after them, and lastly JJ who was on his skateboard, sending a middle finger mostly Barry’s way.
“I’ll chuck this bottle right at his wheels, send that boy skidding real quick.” Barry warned, fingers just itching for your drink.
Instantly, you slipped a hand up Barry’s collarbone, pass the gold chain on his neck, and continued traveling it up to his jawline to turn his attention back to yours.
“Nope, none of that. We are only focusing on the good weather today, all the new growth that’s comes with my favorite season, and how good i look in these jeans.” You encouraged.
Barry couldn’t help but to let his eyes trail downwards, making a dimple appear in his cheek as he placed a hand on the small of your back, before leaning forward to place his lips right on yours.
Which also erupted a smile from your own before you pulled apart, “and oh you’re not so bad to look at either…even if you chopped that luscious hair off.”
You ran a finger over the scar in Barry’s hair who scoffed, knowing you still felt some sort of way about his new-do…although that didn’t stop you from touching it—
Barry then let out a sigh and threw himself onto his back, getting another view of the vibrant sky and once more thinking about all the good possibilities that spring can bring. And as he turned his gaze from the clouds and focused back on your easy smile, he understood why you were named bloom.
This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.
Character: Jack Daniels (of course)
Prompt: petals
With love,
El
Petals
Jack Daniels x F!OC
General/Teen+ Content
W/C: 913
Notable tags: Spring, Spring Prompt, Retired Jack, Domestic Jack, Fluff.
A/N: Finally getting round to this ask! Thank you my dear El for sending this in - I now sufficiently have an image of retired Jack swirling round my head 🫠🫠 (Is anyone surprised?)
Enjoy!
LadyBess xox
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Life was slower for Jack now, but he couldn’t be more thankful for it. For too long he’d lived his life swept away in the hustle and bustle of working for Statesman. But now, he took every day one hour at a time, and he enjoyed every moment.
Retirement was treating him well. After nearly thirty years serving with Statesman, he’d done his time, and decided to hang up his lasso for good. No more did he want to be running around, putting his life at risk, chasing down some of the world’s most nefarious criminals - not after he met her, either.
She’d come into his life at a time he’d least expected it, but now five years on he couldn’t imagine his life being any different. It was almost hard to imagine that there had been a time without her. They’d met by sheer chance one afternoon in May when his flight to the New York office got delayed, and they’d just been at the right place at the right time. With a few hours to kill, they started chatting just to pass the time, but when it came to boarding the plane Jack knew he wanted to make her all his.
Six months later, he did.
They’d lived together ever since, out in the depths of the Kentucky countryside. Jack had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and have a home like what he had now - simple, functional, and picturesque. Situated on a few acres of land, it wasn’t like the old ranch he’d grown up on, but it was close enough. He had a few horses, and a few hens; that more than sufficed.
He had a simple life now, and took enjoyment in the small pleasures. Today was no exception. The sky had been clear this morning when he rose, a crispness to the air and a fine dew on the grass. Spring was well and truly here, and the garden they both meticulously maintained reflected this. Flowers of every colour started to bloom, a small rainbow in the beds littering the land.
Jack smiled to himself, fully content, as he relaxed back into the wooden swing bench which he’d installed under an oak tree just behind the main house. It had become his favourite place to be, especially on early mornings like these. A gentle breeze swayed past him, carrying a few loose petals across the green grass, and he watched as they danced away into the distance.
And that’s when he saw her.
Jack always woke up early - it was a habit he’d got into from his time with Statesman. He always slept light, his body finding it difficult even in retirement to not have to worry about being constantly alert. As such, once he woke up in the mornings, he found it hard to drift back off to sleep. Usually he’d just get up, and be by himself for a couple of hours. But just occasionally, she’d be up too.
Today was one of those mornings.
He smiled at her from across the garden, watching her come towards him with two mugs of tea in her hands. She was still dressed in last night’s pyjamas, a navy blue knee-length nightdress, with slippers to match, but she’d also thrown on one of Jack’s flannel shirts over the top. The gentle wind whipped at the hem of her nightdress, and she giggled as the silk dappled across her thighs. Jack grinned at her as she got closer, refraining himself from making an inappropriate joke.
“Morning, sugar,” he drawled, his voice still thick with sleep. She smiled down at him, handing him one of the piping hot mugs, then settled down next to him on the seat.
“Good morning, sunshine,” she said. Sunshine had been her nickname for Jack, the irony coming from the fact he was usually the complete opposite to a ray of sunlight. At least, he was. Retirement had changed that. But still, the nickname had stuck.
Jack took the mug from her, chuckling to himself, but then thanking her. He took a sip, sighing in contentment as the drink warmed him from the inside. It might be spring time now, but this early in the morning it was still a little on the colder side.
“What’s got you up so early, my love?” he asked. He set the drink down on his knee, stabilising it with one hand on the handle, and then he slipped his other arm across her shoulders. She smiled, leaning into his hold.
“Needed the bathroom, but noticed you’d already got up. Saw you out here and thought I’d keep you company for a little while,” she said. Jack smiled, turning his head to plant a kiss in her hair.
“You’re too sweet, you know that right?” he said, and she giggled.
“So is that why you call me sugar?” she asked, making Jack laugh.
“Maybe. Got a problem with that?” he teased. She turned her head to look at him, smiling warmly as the breeze began to mess up her hair, half in a messy bun from overnight.
“Never, Jack. I love you,” she said, leaning up to kiss Jack softly. He smiled against her lips, applying pressure to hers in return, drinking in the sensation. His body went warm throughout, the contentment and happiness of being with her as clear to him as the sky above. And in that moment, he realised.
This weeks prompt for Galladrabbles was SPRING given by our wonderful @energievie
Here is my attempt! It's 100 words too!!😉
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“Mick! Get up!”
Mickey grumbled from under their comforter. “It’s too early for this shit!”
Ian stood at the bedroom doorway with his arms crossed. “It’s a sale!
Mickey nuzzled back into the pillow. “ So? The fuck do you need me for?!”
Ian threw his head back in frustration. He smiled wickedly when an idea came to mind. “Fine. I guess I can ask Ricardo to help me choose what’s good for my Spring garden.”
Mickey’s eyes flung open. Ricardo. The gardener who wouldn't stop staring at Ian’s dick. Mickey rolled over and sat up. “For fuck’s sake! I’m up!”
I'm sure @suzy-queued @look-i-love-u @tsuga-of-mars would do so much better!
