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In Dreams (The Raven Cycle amv)

Since The Raven King comes out today, I wanted to post something special before I dive into the end. I’ve been wasting away months of my life drawing all the scenes for this video, and now it’s finally done. I hope you enjoy it!

Just adding a bit of trivia/explanation for this picture!

Okay so in the tower there is a room below the bulb called the Window or Service Room, which is where a majority of the Keeper’s time was spent at night since the Lantern Room really only has enough room for the bulb and the small path to walk around it. In that room, there would be a desk for reading to help the Keeper stay awake at night, and a window for which they can see out to sea for ships. That room was very dark, and so the metal floor of the lantern room above had patterned crystals in the floor to allow light to shine through. During the day this would mean natural light, and at night it would mean the bulb. So the crystals in the floor also allowed the Keeper to maintain vigilance of the light while not being on that floor.

Ford is only apparent when the light is on, and thus when the light from the bulb shines through the crystals (in this case, patterned like the portal symbols) to the floor below. Since the floor is circular it made sense for it to be the Portal replacement for this AU.

First Post!

Dec . 6 . 2016

Title: Till the Morning

Muse: Skate Maloley (Nate)

Word Count: 1,494


He comes just past midnight his urgent knocks pulling me from the fitful sleep I had just managed to fall into. I rolled onto my back a sigh held back at the base of my throat. don’t do it. don’t do this. my conscience begs me to stay put but my conflicted emotions aren’t enough to keep me away. Just the thought of him leaning against my doorframe with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips urges me into a standing position. I find myself in front of the mirror next to my bedroom door, glaring at the girl in the reflection her hands clenched together against her chest in an attempt to guard herself from what was to come. When did you becomes so weak?

It was dark as I made my way down the hall from my room to the front door, my hands gliding against the walls for some support so I wouldn’t fall over from the nerves that shook up my legs. I held my breath another knock causing an ache to surge through my chest, my fingers blindly finding their way to the doorknob. His lips pulled up into the lazy smirk I knew all too well, his dimples giving him an innocent aura that only a fool would believe he possessed.

“Took you long enough Elani,” He teased disregarding any formalities as he grabbed my waist his lips drowning mine in warm bliss every movement I made matching his without hesitation or question. He pushed me down hallway kicking the door shut as he ran his hands up the thin t-shirt that kept my skin from him. His calloused fingers brushed against my stomach feeding into lustful hunger that was quickly shutting down every sane part of me. “Did you miss me?” the question was painfully familiar the words like poison, part of me convinced he asked with purpose to find reassurance he still had me wrapped around his finger. Defeat warmed my blood as I let his touch weigh me down.

“Yes” one word became another confirmation of his power over me. A smirk became visible in the shadows his hands gripping onto my hips as my legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies carrying on to the living room where moonlight peering through the sliding glass doors of the balcony gave us a chance to look eye to eye for the first time. Although the shadows of the night made his eyes look black I could still see the brown of his irises from memory, his smirk ever present as the cycle ran its course my shirt finding it’s way to the floor. His body hovered over mine on the couch his familiar cologne mixed with the scent of marijuana so warm and intoxicating I felt dizzy like he had me under a spell. “Nate” I whispered his name with such need I almost moaned in relief when his teeth grazed against my jaw hands expertly gliding across my skin until they grazed the lace material of my underwear. I let myself unravel underneath him as he sent me into a frenzy with his fingers teasing the most sensitive part of my body.

“Tell me what you want” his voice was slow and gruff eagerness seeping through the undertones of his words. In my muddled state I could barely think up a coherent sentence my lips drying up as I said,

“You” that was all he needed to pull me over the edge, his gruff voice whispering devilish things that made my body shake.

“Scream for me Lani” I responded with my hands balling up the material of his t shirt into my clenched fist, animal like sounds bursting through my open lips from deep within me. I barely let myself catch a breath as I rushed to get his belt unbuckled his shirt finally finding its place next to mine. Our bodies melded together in a mess of sweaty skin and reciprocated moans, my nails digging into his bare back while I begged him for more. We crashed in a burst of blinding pleasure my fingers tugging at his brown locks as the heat slowly faded into warmth. He stood bare in front of me leaning down to lift me into his arms, I closed my eyes breathing him in as he carried me to the bedroom. I felt the surface of my bed against my back his weight falling next to me with the warmth of his arms pulling me into him. I lay still counting the soft kisses he left on my bare shoulder allowing myself only a moment to fantasize they held some meaning.

****

It was quiet early signs of dawn peering through the shades guarding the windows of my room. He lay sprawled across the bed tattoos and bare skin covered by a thin blanket tangled around his torso, reminders of last night painted on the length of his back and arms. I stood at the doorway assessing the damage a joint in between my fingers all I had to keep me from falling victim to the thoughts of disappointment just as regret surfaced.

He shifted onto his back eyes fluttering open chocolate brown irises meeting mine in the dim light. “Morning” he flashed a lazy smile in my direction the dimples in his cheeks giving him a more boyish essence I adored.

“Good Morning” I returned the smile surprised when he sat up and motioned for me to situate myself in the empty space. While I passed him the joint I lay with my head on his lap tracing the outlines of the tattoos on his arms a comfortable silence falling between us as he played with my hair. I reveled in it all feeling cold when he broke away in the moments just before the full sun shone across our skin.

“I should get going early studio session,” He murmured leaving a kiss on my neck, as he went to find his clothes. “I’m free tonight if you wanna come through to my place this time, won’t have time to come by before I leave” he reappeared fully dressed a suggestive grin awakening my conscience from it’s break as I realized he was leaving yet again.

“I can’t do this anymore” the words spilled through my lips in a rush his features furrowing in confusion,

“What do you mean?” He stood at the edge of the bed the better part of me wishing I could take them back, but the other part of me forced it’s way through me.

“I can not keep putting myself through this shit”

“Lani-”

“don’t talk” I brought the covers up around me in an attempt to give myself a sense of security, “You only come around when you need some satisfying that’s all I am just one good fuck every once in awhile.”

“Elani stop-”

“Stop what telling the truth? Like excuse me for being sick and tired of playing this game. You’re this up and rising star you’re barely around, and when you are I see you for a few hours and then you’re gone for however long. We ain’t together but it feels wrong to me to look at someone else. The moment I feel like I’m moving on you show up at my door. I sit around hoping you’ll come around so I can feel whole again but then when you come you always leave me feeling crazy because you aren’t mine and you never could be.  And that isn’t your fault…I knew from the start what this was but I can’t help that I started to want more than just being one of your girls…but that won’t ever happen will it? I’m just someone for you to use when you need me and the sick thing about this all is that I don’t care because I love you” He stares at me speechless face blank as he takes in all I’ve said, his lips open and shut a darkness falling over his features. I stood waiting for him to say anything needing him to say something even if it hurt me, but words never come he only lets out a deep breath turning his back to leave. Anger tore through my chest the ‘I love you’ from earlier faltering.

“So that’s it you can’t even say ‘hey I don’t feel anything for you’, you’re just going to walk out and just further prove I’m worth nothing more to you than a night of sex!” his head fell and he started walking down the hallway, causing a grey tone to dim my surroundings my shoulders falling from a weight that seemed to suddenly crush me. When the front door slammed shut i let myself fall to my knees tears shaking my body when I picked up the faint smell of his cologne on my bed sheets.

*Yo hey guys this is my first post on this blog so that’s exciting…used to have another blog I wrote on but it was just something I had to put aside. This blog is a bit of a start over to have space to enjoy all aspects of my musical, book, tv, movie fandom related things. I take requests, submissions, any questions or comments, or to talk.

*This is actually something I wrote a little over a year ago, I published the initial one and it’s still out there somewhere but I really wanted to rewrite it basically from the time I first posted it. Now I sort of like it more and unlike the original that I had no intention to do a part 2 for I have left this one open for suggestions just so I can tell if anyone actually wants to read more of what I write! -Bee

coma (riarkle)

@matthews-and-hart asked: since you love angst so much: farkle or riley are in a car accident and are put into a coma and the other is told they’ll never wake up

approx. 9000 words

“There had been an accident on the corner of Halsted and Main. Come, Mr. Matthews had said. Come quick.”

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Prerelease Recap

I got to go to 3 prereleases this weekend and I had fun with every one of them. At my midnight, I pulled a promo Neheb and used it in a Jund deck that ran a bit of cycling and Minotaur tribal.

At the noon, I pulled promo Hapatra and used her in a Golgari cycling / -1/-1 counter strategy. Went 3-1, managed to trade for a Bontu.

At my 6:00 2hg, went 2-1 with a mono white tokens build with Oketra while my partner did Grixis cycling.

Now the best story of the day comes from my promos. My first one was Neheb, and I was super happy with it. My next one was Hapatra, and I used her to great effect. At this point, I’m thinking that if I get Temmet, then I’ll have all the promos of the rare legends. So I was joking during the noon release that I was gonna pull Temmet as a promo, etc.. So when the time rolled around for me to start my 2hg, I opened up my pack, checked my promo…it was Insult//Injury.

Not only was it not Temmet, they literally added Insult to injury.

Pet Store Blues Ep. 6 or something

*walks over to a couple crouching over by the goldfish section which you know will always lead to a thrilling ride*

Customer: Hi, so we have a small tank… err… I’m not sure how large, maybe… *points to a 20L tank on display* We set it up maybe… err… 2 days ago? So it’s been running a long time. So we just want 4 goldfish.

Does anyone know the feeling where you’re smiling and nodding through their speech but inside, you’re wondering how you’re gonna seamlessly transition from being polite and sweet to wrecking their plans (hopefully still politely as possible)? 

Me: *inserts goldfish info* 

Okay, so here’s where I always feel guilty because my boss is a nice, responsible and knowledgeable guy but he’s also running a small business so it is expected of us to still sell a single goldfish to customers with inadequate set ups after doing our best to educate them and asking they return it as soon as it becomes too large. 

Me: So unfortunately guys, buying 4 goldfish today will most likely only end in a lot of water changes for you and a lot of suffering for the four little fish, it’d be best if you bought one small goldfish in a few weeks and I ran you through cycl – 

Customer: – -Yeah, okay, whatever. We still just want 4 goldfish. 

They actually said that? 

Me: *gets that spider sense feeling where you become sure they don’t actually own de-chlorinator* Hang on, have you used a water conditioner yet?

Customer: What is that, is that the …err…. the carbon filter thing? My brother said I didn’t need the carbon filter.

Me: *tries to sell them water conditioner, stability, aquarium salt, decent food and the idea on researching a bit more before buying a live animal*

Customer: Yeah, I don’t know. I think I’ll ask my brother if I actually need the de-chlorinator, he has goldfish. I’m not gonna get scammed into buying useless junk, sorry. 

*smiles at me and leaves*

anonymous asked:

Adam agreeing to move into Monmouth between the last chapter and the epilogue if they let him pay rent for the same amount he was paying at the church so he moves his shit into Noah's old room but he ends up in Ronan's room almost every night.

Imagine the massive drama the night he moves in though…

  • He’s still feeling pretty weird about moving in, yeah he’s paying his own rent and for his own food and everything but still, he feels uncomfortable after so long trying to avoid living here
  • and Ronan, the asshole, makes some asshole comment about Adam finally getting his pride in check enough to grace them with his presence
  • I mean, he meant it as a joke because he gets it and he didn’t realize Adam would react like this
  • but Adam gets mad
  • It’s his first night at Monmouth and he’s feeling pretty sensitive about the whole situation and tbh he was really starting to like his apartment over at st agnes but the water was always cold and the dust in the old building was making his allergies flare up all the time
  • so moving to Monmouth seemed like the best thing to do before he moved away to college
  • and being a room away from Ronan was definitely a perk now that they were something
  • but now Ronan is pissing him off and he goes into his new room and slams the door
  • He hears Gansey and Ronan arguing and it sets his nerves on edge, the sound of raised voices echoing through the walls
  • Maybe this was a bad idea after all
  • A door slams and the walls shudder, then silence
  • Solid, unbreakable silence
  • Adam climbs under the covers of his new bed that’s a lot comfier than what he’s used to
  • He doesn’t bother getting undressed, he doesn’t want to move from under the sheets
  • monsters under the bed waiting to grab his ankles or something
  • He’s drifting off when there’s a knock at the door and he starts awake, sitting up abruptly
  • “Yeah?” he calls and the door swings open, letting a triangle of light spread across the floor
  • Someone steps in, backlit by the lights in the next room, face in shadow, but Adam knows who it is
  • “What?” he says
  • “Can I come in?” Ronan asks, still standing in the doorway. Adam shrugs and Ronan comes in and closes the door
  • He sits at the end of the bed and stares at his hands
  • “I’m sorry about what I said. It wasn’t funny and I’m just- I’m sorry.”
  • “It’s okay,” Adam says because suddenly, it is 
  • “You sure?”
  • “Yeah.”
  • Ronan nods and gets up to leave
  • “wait, you can sleep in my bed tonight if you want” Adam says. “It’s really comfy”
  • Ronan doesn’t need to be asked twice and strips out of his shirt as he walks back over to the bed
  • Adam pulls the cover aside to let him in and as soon as he’s lying down, he crawls on top of him
  • “I think you’re supposed to say something like ‘welcome home’”
  • “Hmm,” Ronan says, thoughtful, “yeah, or I could just not say anything and do this instead…” he reaches up to kiss him
  • Adam sits up to pull his own shirt off and not to be blunt but, 
  • they have sex
  • hot, loud sex
  • Gansey is starting to regret inviting Adam to move in
It just happened. I woke up one day and that was that. I tossed my bedsheets in the washer and watched patiently as they swiveled about, slamming against the glass, beckoning to be freed. But your intoxicating scent no longer enthralled me, it was no longer my drug. I let the machine run its cycle, ran it through the dryer. Once, twice, three times. I could no longer find any trace of tear-stained spots from countless nights your bitter words had kept me awake. I tore down the pictures from my walls, tossed away every note you had ever written me, and it felt fucking good. I finished every damn poem I had ever started about you. I let the words seep onto paper until my pen ran out of ink and that is when I knew, I had written enough about you. I overflowed my bathtub with bubbles, immersed myself in them, and closed my eyes, engulfed by the silence that no longer seemed to deafen me. And each breath I took was crisp as it traveled through my lungs, each crack had been stitched, each wound had mended. My immune system deserves a lot of gratitude. It was strong enough to rid my body of your poison. I loved you. There are parts of me that still do. I will always love you, at least the person you were when you were mine. But seasons come and go, people change. You craved change, so much you became it. Maybe that’s when you stopped loving me, when you realized your limbs had outgrown their ability to sustain the weight of mine. But summer is knocking on my door and I’ve realized I am too warm to have your hands enveloping me. I no longer need you to help me breathe. I woke up one day and I just knew, I was no longer in love with you.
—  A.N, “I promise, this is the last time I will ever write about you.”
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The amateur geneticist who surprised science (long read)
Kim Goodsell has two rare diseases. Doctors blamed coincidence, but was it? She taught herself genetics to find out, and discovered something remarkable
By Ed Yong

Kim Goodsell was running along a mountain trail when her left ankle began turning inward, unbidden. A few weeks later she started having trouble lifting her feet properly near the end of her runs, and her toes would scuff the ground. Her back started to ache, and then her joints too.

This was in 2002, and Kim, then 44 years old, was already an accomplished endurance athlete. She cycled, ran, climbed and skied through the Rockies for hours every day, and was a veteran of Ironman triathlons. She’d always been the strong one in her family. When she was four, she would let her teenage uncles stand on her stomach as a party trick. In high school, she was an accomplished gymnast and an ardent cyclist. By college, she was running the equivalent of a half marathon on most days. It wasn’t that she was much of a competitor, exactly – passing someone in a race felt more deflating than energising. Mostly Kim just wanted to be moving.

So when her limbs started glitching, she did what high-level athletes do, what she had always done: she pushed through. But in the summer of 2010, years of gradually worsening symptoms gave way to weeks of spectacular collapse. Kim was about to head to Lake Superior with her husband. They planned to camp, kayak, and disappear from the world for as long as they could catch enough fish to eat. But in the days before their scheduled departure, she could not grip a pen or a fork, much less a paddle. Instead of a lakeside tent, she found herself at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota.

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the raven crew + voice headcanons

shit alright i ran out of room three times in the reply/ask box, but trc voice headcanons because buesargent commanded it:

Gansey sounds official, and knows what he want. He talks with his whole chest and anyone could feel the reverberations through the floor. He has two tones: “zero chill” and “mom voice”. Zero chill is used for official business and aka his normal tone. Mom voice is used mostly towards Ronan. He usually says “Ronan, you can’t just write dick jokes in latin to welcome every new latin teacher, that’s absurd”.  (When he gets into a Glendower discussion, he starts to lose composure and talks really fast).

Adam is more quiet-spoken; like he’ll get hurt if he says anything at all, but he’s certain of what he’s saying. He speaks sort of slowly to concentrate on covering his accent. But when he gets talking, his voice is sweet and honey-covered. (Ronan tried to get Adam to talk since the day he met because he secretly fell in love with his voice first).

Ronan’s speech is just snark. That’s all. His voice is really gravely and cut short. He mainly speaks quietly, but only to make comments and profane quiet enough for adam to hear, but not gansey (let’s face it, ronan hates Gansey’s mom voice). Outside of the classroom, he practically growls his answers. Before his father was killed, he spoke like the world fascinated him and wonder filled his voice. Now it’s just hallow. The only trace of this is when he talks to Matthew, who deserves the wonderment. (When Ronan just wakes up, his sleepy voice is from God himself according to Adam and Noah has it on video somewhere).

Blue sounds defiant. Just defiant, like every statement she says is in contradiction to the big man in power. Her accent is strong, but not as nearly as strong as Adam’s and goes forgotten. (When she quotes her mom/aunts/300 fox way ladies, she uses the Madame Zeroni accent to capture the psychic aesthetic)

Noah is… difficult and harder to explain. He talks really fast and like a child, you know, how a young kid talks like you just blew his mind and he looks at you with wide-eyes. Before blue was around, his voice was quiet and soothing but always behind; like there was a lag between his mouth moving and actually hearing, almost as if he’s farther away than he actually was (hm, interesting…). When his body was removed from the ley line, his voice was harder to hear. Like he was talking on a radio that was barely tuned. It was distant and barely understandable through bursts of static and fade-ins. When he touches blue/his battery, his voice is clear and loud. His words never flow through the air, but are in everyone’s ears like a headphone turned up too loud. (When he was alive, he really wanted to be a radio host and play nothing but punk rock at 4am).

Why WLS?

Hey - this is not rude at all. I totally get the question :) 

I think getting WLS is a very personal decision. It is literally life changing and should not be gone into lightly. It has taken me over 5 years to make this decision. 

During that time, I have lost over 100 lbs 3 or 4 times. I did it mostly through what would be considered healthy ways that include a healthy diet and lots of exercise. I worked with trainers, nutritionists and other skilled professionals. 

I tried Nutrisystem,Weight Watchers and scores of pills and potions. I was more active than most and ran hundreds and cycled thousands of miles. (I also tried tons of other things - all documented here on my blog.) In summary - I did everything I could to commit to losing weight. 

All of that work and effort got me as low as 350 lbs. While that is 175 off my highest weight and I was proud of that effort I always found that there was a point of diminishing returns. 

To keep myself at 350 lbs, I needed to exercise 1-2 hours a day. I needed to maintain a significant caloric deficiency and any little slip in either resulted in immediate weight gains. 

So, about a year ago I decided to give it one more try - to do my very best and see if I could do it on my own. I found this time was harder than ever. It took more effort to lose the same weight. 

I am not sure about the science behind it, but I can tell you that as I have aged, my metabolism has dropped and my ability to exercise, at this weight - has diminished. I now am tired most day by 4:00 pm. My mental will is strong - but my body just can’t take it. 

The reality is - obesity is killing me. It is slow, painful and inevitable. If turning this around was as easy as having the will to do it - I would be there already. I want to live to see my girls grow up and to do that,  I need help. I need a durable solution.

Some see WLS as an easy solution, Hopefully my journey so far and in the future shows it is far from easy. I will continue to work my diet and exercise as hard as anyone. 

Some see it as “cheating.” The only thing I am cheating is death. 

So while WLS is drastic and I DO NOT recommend it for most. It is right for many of us that have struggled for years and done everything we can and are committed to using it as a tool to save our own lives. 

Thanks for the honest question :) 

anonymous asked:

Wolfstar prompt: hot dad syndrome *wink wonk*

Ok, nothalleberryjusthayle. (you’re so slick *wonk wink*)

Fatherhood should not look as good as it did on a man with 7 visible tattoos and an obvious smoking habit as it did on Sirius Black.

The only reason Remus knew the man standing by the refreshments was named Sirius Black was because Remus knew Harry Potter; knew as in taught him English for the better part of two months now. The same Harry Potter who had filled out a basic information sheet on his Parent/Guardian the class before this night.

Open House night. 

Remus stood with the rest of Hogwarts’ English Department; between Gilderoy and Alastor, both of whom were otherwise engaged at the moment, giving Remus time to inspect (read: stare) at Sirius Black.

Sirius’ name fit him, Remus decided minutes after seeing him. It sounded a little rebellious and aloof, which the man obviously tapped into considering he was the only man wearing leather in a sea of brown and black sports jackets. There was the recognizable constellation Canis Major peaked out under the sleeve of the button down shirt Sirius was wearing underneath a leather jacket. Subtle, Remus thought wryly. 

Sirius, however, didn’t seem to care that he was attracting a lot of stares from the rest of the aristocratic people who sent their children to Hogwarts, and some of the parents of scholarship students as well. Sirius just had a arm wrapped around Harry’s shoulders, Harry who was grinning and laughing along to something Sirius had said and wait one fucking second he was coming over here act natural Lupin.

“Moody!” Sirius beamed, coming to shake Alastor’s hand. Moody grunted, but looked generally pleased to see the younger man. 

“How’re you?” Sirius said, grinning from ear to ear (as bright as the star in the sky he was named for, Remus wanted to say, but decided it would come across as too tragic-poet for comfort).

“Better that you’re off the streets and behind a desk.” Alastor said with finality. Right, Remus always forgot that before he was a teacher he’d been a policeman. Sirius laughed again, opening his mouth to say something else before Harry cut in, “Oi, Sirius, come meet my teacher.”

Before he knew it, Sirius Black was standing before him, smiling and putting a hand out to shake, “Sirius Black.”

“Remus Lupin,” Remus said, pleasantly surprised he’d managed to pronounce his name correctly. “I’m Harry’s English professor.”

“Yeah, I gathered as much, Professor.” Sirius said. 

"Ah, yes. Of course. Um.”

“You know Professor Lupin has celestial tattoos too?” Harry prompted, “Like, what are the odds of my godfather and my teacher, you know?”

“Really?” Sirius asked, eyebrow raised in question. Remus wordlessly unbuttoned one of his cuffs to show off the lunar cycle that ran the length of his forearm. Sirius actually looked impressed for a moment before he pointed to Canis Major on his arm. “Constellation home to—”

“Sirius, yes, the dog star.” Remus said, “Clever.”

“You think?”

“No, a bit expected really, but very nice just the same.”

Sirius threw his head back and laughed a barking laugh that fit the rest of his personality. “Jesus, you’re a cheeky bloke, Remus Lupin. You smoke?”

“Recreationally.”

“Don’t we all?”

“Touche.”

Before Sirius could ask anything else of him, a voice Remus recognized of that of Hermione Granger came, shouting, “Harry, Sirius!”

Sirius turned away for a second and then back to Remus saying, “Well I suppose that’s it, Professor. If you’d like to continue this, and damn, I hope you do, you know where to find me.” He patted the cigarette carton in his shirt pocket and turned to follow his godson who had waved goodbye. 

As soon as they had gone, Remus easily diagnosed himself with a bad case of Hot Dad Syndrome.

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monosqueakers  asked:

What gave you the idea of berry sims?

Well when I first started talking to my hubby, he would call me things like Honey Share, Sugar Candy and when we started playing an MMO together I named all my characters with sweet names. Blueberry Muffin, Espresso Twist, Lemon Drop ect.

Well when Sims 3 came out in 2009, I fell HEAVILY into modeling competitions and after taking part in a dozen or so, I wanted to run my own competition, but I wanted it to stand out because there were probably over 50 comps on the officials at the time, maybe more. With the help of Alyssum Candy and her Sweet Pea sim who was all pink, I decided to take my sweet names idea and take it one step further, then the Berry Sweet Competition was born! The competition was successful and ran for about 8 cycles and idea snowballed from there. Stories, worlds, you name it. We’ve done it.

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