could i get a sour belt cookie id pack and flag?/nf
sour belt id pack
sourbeltcharic : a gender relating to sour belt cookie from cookie run ( ovenbreak ) , you may feel connected to her , like her , or feel like you are her ( coined by me )
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / / [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness + reverse
— au, mini with @laslow
for all its resilience, there is only so much the human body can take.
in battle, quaking limbs endure the onslaught of successive blows. shuddering breaths sustain, and the heart beats on until it can no longer. such extends to the performer — though their self-destruction is a different beast entirely, veiled by pretty smiles and soft fabrics, and their delicate movements betray nothing of the searing pain and exhaustion that looms.
it has been hours now, yet laslow persists all the same. even in the dying light, dorothea notices the way his eyes gleam with a resolute focus, and how his chest heaves with laborious breaths. he is beautiful, captivating even — though all she sees are the faint tremors that overtake his arms and legs.
"laslow. that's enough." despite her intentions, her tone emerges with a harsh edge. a firm hand brings him to a sudden halt, trailing crimson sleeves grazing his skin as displeasure etches across her features. "just what exactly are you hoping to accomplish with this?"
THE LOVES OF MY LIFE OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it's been so long since I've rly felt love bursting in my chest for any F/Os and I am feeling so so so so much for my girlboss girlfriend and my horsegirl boyfriend 😭😭😭💖💞💓💓💗💖💕💕💕💟💝
Her smile!!! god!!!! HIS smile!!!! god!!! these two are fucking saving my life I can't believe how much these characters are helping me get through the worst time of my life. THESE TWO are helping me get back into self shipping and helping me feel safe again when I really thought I'd never ever recover. I'm collecting screenshots of these characters and sighing with hearts in my eyes every time... I haven't done that in over a year... I'm making gifsets and writing fics and doodling again... it's all because of them and I'm such a weepy mess over it
the sound of the ocean waves is different wherever she goes. so is the birds' song and the whisper of the wind, the voices of the people and the sun on her skin. so many things she'd never noticed before, or perhaps the ache of grief and expectations had shrouded her senses. if zelda sat to count the things she'd taken for granted before the calamity, she would be gone a hundred more years. but none of those regrets could rival the searing pain of one that stares her down every day.
he's asleep now, his form cradled by blades of grass that strike a bold contrast with the gold of his hair and the blue of his leathers. as his chest rises and falls, zelda cannot help but marvel at how peaceful he looks, as if the stillness of the moment lends to something beyond explanation. silence, after all, is as a familiar companion as he, but somehow this moment is different. she lifts a hand, touch feather-light as she brushes his hair from his face.
has he always been so beautiful? or does absence truly make the heart grow fonder?
the answer eludes her and impulse drives her, fingers trembling ever so slightly as she leans down til there's naught but centimeters between their lips. the moment leaves no room for hesitation, a split second decision during which her brain seems incapable of functioning, and despite this it seems to stretch into infinity. until, at last, and for the first time, she brushes her lips against his and prays he either doesn't feel it or will forgive her impropriety when he wakes.
did a halloween movie marathon today and spoke aloud that I think I’m too desensitized for any horror movies to really scare me so the universe decided that if fiction isn’t enough it will bring the horror right to me! Whoever is celebrating the anniversary of Saw (2004) very literally next door really needs to know that the walls are NOT thick enough to hide the muffled sounds of torture screaming
That Post Hoot was so heckin fun to listen in on x3 So happy I caught it! But, while we got a bunch of good deets, unfortunately didn’t get too much concerning Raine this time around. However, of the two things we did get.... One I’m entirely tossing out and the other is honestly. just gonna be plot dependent xD (altho, technically wouldnt matter too much on this blog as my Raine is canon-divergent already as is but)
Firstly; Dana had mentioned the theory that everyone had been handing around the fandom of Raine’s palisman being hidden in the scroll of their violin. And, while they had broken said violin MULTIPLE times throughout the show, it was essentially the equivalent of a staff being broken and not the actual palisman, and post finale Hunter and Dell both helped Raine fully restore them to their proper state... That’s getting entirely tossed. It’s a good theory, but it’s one I’ve always disagreed with and despite Dana saying that’s pretty much how it goes, my Raine still had never possessed a palisman until after the events of Belos’ defeat.
Secondly; Dana talked about how Raine did in fact move in with Eda at the Owl House and that, of course, they are together, however they aren’t necessarily married. (It was said/explained a lot nicer, ofc but!) I honestly really like that idea and oddly I think it would kinda fit for the two of them to be completely and fully committed to one another, but not needing it to be officiated by marriage or anything like that. Although, again as my blog canon is canon divergent in that Raine marries Lilith, this tidbit will only really be used with plots outside of their default verse setting and be up to the mun of the Eda I’m plotting with. If they follow Dana’s thoughts on the topic, cool! If not and they do get married, also cool!
So, in the end; I technically got the Raine info I wanted (except for the name of their palisman. apparently they were never given an official name xP), but none of it is going to be applied to this blog. KAJSNDFJKASNDJ
he knows there's nothing he wants more than to be with her again. in some ways it really doesn't feel like they are broken up. they've always been ricky and nini- and they still are. he hears the way she wants him too in the way she talks. ❝ i definitely agree with you there- we're so much more than "just" anything. best friends. lovers. boyfriend and girlfriend. soulmates... you're my whole heart. ❞ he smiles at her words, carding his fingers gently through her hair as they sit together, seeking comfort in the hours they get to spend the next few days. they've been constantly talking even before this came to being, they couldn't help themselves, but now... how can he not give his whole being to her again?
he sees the way she scans his face, he's glad she does, glad she can see just how much he means it, because he does. he loves her. he never stopped and never will. as she glances at his lips, he lets her decide to make the move first, because he wants her to choose to. to choose this- choose him. and she does, she leans in and presses her lips to his, and while every kiss today has been so good, so fulfilling to his aching heart, this one is special. full of all that intense connection and love, confessed, released, shared... and full of promise- the promise he's coming back here, coming back for her, making her his. as he pulls away, he smiles, eyes lingering shut a moment as he leans his forehead against hers. ❝ i love you so much, nini. and when i get back to la, i'm going to make you mine. my girlfriend... if you still want to be of course. i totally agree- things can get even better. new city, 18, new life... start of something new. ❞ he beams, twinkle in his eyes as they meet hers.
at her teasing he rolls his eyes. ❝ i think it'd be stupid for us to pretend we want to be roommates baby. i want to be yours. love you... not just live with you. ❞ a soft laugh falls off his lips before he leans in for another kiss. he can't help it right now. the kiss is sweet, though his thumb traces circles on the small of her back, hand under his sweatshirt she's wearing. something's so comfortable, so right, about touching her so gently. ❝ yeah definitely. and hey, depending on if you get sick of me... maybe we just end up living together? ❞ he has to try- even if he doesn't want to put pressure on this, on them... he wants it so badly...
made it home safe. my cat won't let her claws out of my shoulder & purring (she does this every time i'm gone for over a day). my dog really wants me to pay attention to her, but i have an armful of cat. sucks to suck. (for clarity, i did cuddle & play with my dog for an hour before going to my cat bc i knew cleo would monopolize attention. artemis is just being dramatic.) going to sleep for a thousand years now bc holy shit, eight days on the road really takes it out of you. gn.