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sopiao · 8 months

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hello! can i please request König with a femreader that’s just the embodiment of a cotton ball, a white bunny, a dandelion :))) like she dresses super coquette or semi lolita with cute ruffle skirts and bright colors, loves small critters and spring, gets distracted and excited super easily. and König is just so in love with her x)

don’t feel pressured to write this, ignore if it’s too much or if you’re too busy. make sure to drink water

-☁️

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DESCRIPTIVE REQS LIKE THIS OMG!!! dw bbgs i’ll write anything for y’all :3

ANYWAYS I HOPE I WROTE IT OUT GOOD T-T

I just know that König is one to spoil you, knowing what you like and what you’ve been wanting. And when he sees it, he’ll take no longer than half a second to make up his decision to buy it for you.

Coming back early from deployment he wanted to surprise you, he hadn’t told you that he got out yet. He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer with a bouquet of your favorite combination of flowers and a gift behind his back.

Smiling at how you excitedly squeal and immediately just jump into his arms. Using both arms to hug and pick you up off your feet, feeling something soft and plush against your back, you step back as he holds up his gift for you.

It’s a huge Rilakkuma plushie that’s holding a small strawberry in it’s hands. Jumping up excitedly you engulf him and the plush animal in a tight hug. Showing both of your bears love.

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It’s so funny to think about him letting you decorate the bedroom with your own little trinkets, plushies, posters and bedsheets. So every night he shuts off the pastel purple bed light and snuggles up into you under the white ruffled comforter with little cheesy accents on it.

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Almost every three months you get a new interest into a new hobby. First it was with painting, he dedicated an empty room in the house just for you and your little studio. He picked out the biggest spare room with a big window for you to look at while you painted. König made sure to frame your favorite one in the living room and his favorite in his office.

Then it was sewing and tailoring you’re own clothes, which helped a lot with fitting König’s shirts since double xl shirts are long enough but too loose. And you got to make and tailor your own clothes for cute little dates, flowery sundresses with ruffles, adding a white lace trim to your clothes. (omg i’m rambling)

Which turned into embroidery, where you patched every little hole in you and König’s clothes and bedsheets with small flowers.

So when you trot up into his office and show him a picture of a crocheted bunny plush he’s more than happy to take you down to your favorite craft store and watch you pick out different colored yarns and different size hooks for other projects. His heart is just too soft for you to say no.

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König loves taking you out to the city during events he knows you’ll love. Walking around with you, more like trying to keep track of you. You have the attention span of a goldfish so whenever you see something you like you drop everything and go look at it.

It won’t so far that he had ti tie a balloon to your wrist to make sure he won’t lose you. He just paid for a trinket you were so fascinated with. When he looked back you were already out if the store and into the busy streets, something catching you’re eye again.

It really was a sight to see a small lady wandering through the streets with such an adorable look and fashion with you’re 6’10 fiancé holding all your new things for you.

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Now that he’s a colonel he’s more stern with when and how long he gets deployed for. So when spring rolls around, he’s sure that no one from work will bother him and his schedule is cleared. He knows how much you love the spring, how perfect the weather is, how it’s the perfect time for flowers.

König makes sure whatever you wanna do, it’ll happen right when you want it. His favorite thing to do with you is going apple picking, it’s when you have the most motivation to bake apple everything.

Cinnamon apple pie that has beautiful dough decorations, caramel apple cookies, apple cobbler, apple cider donuts, apple fritters, and apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies. König just loves seeing you covered in flower and frosting with your gingham blue apron wrapped around you.

He loves how he gains a little weight during this time of the year with how much you bake and feed him. It’s how you show your love. Either way you love the little bit of his chubbyness, who doesn’t?

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The first time he let his comrades come over for dinner to meet you, it really was something to see their colonel just melt in your arms when he greets you at the door, introducing his team to you as they take in the warm and cozy atmosphere of your home.

The lighting was soft and comforting, accents and decorations that you picked out was littered all over the house. They didn’t even know he was engaged, let alone a home with you, they all thought he lived in an apartment by himself.

For as long as they’ve known him they would’ve never thought that his home would look like this or give off this type of feeling. They were amazed with how contrasted your and his personality was.

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König believes that in every relationship everything should be 50/50. So, while you enjoy resting out new recipes for dinner tonight, or making something you saw on instagram, and just overall coating the house and his life in your own little charm.

He does the more controlled and routine stuff. Cleaning and dishes. And sometimes you two clean the house together and listen to music on the speakers. What he loves the most is the laundry.

He loves seeing the mix of his clothes with yours, his boxers getting mixed with your pair of white thigh length socks with a small bow and at the top. He loves separating and folding the clean laundry, folding your pleated blue skirt, and matching white and blue top. He always remembers what outfit you made with each piece of clothing.

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lunalockley · 2 years

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1. The Neighbor

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Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Jake Lockley

Warnings: 18+ soft smut, just some making out (for now hehe, the whole I wanna be yours series will be NSFW 18+ so beware)

Summary: Your new cute and sweet neighbor Steven has you… intrigued.

Words: 1.3k

Notes: At the end of the chapter ↴

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There are three people you know in the building. Two of them are friends with you, kind of. The first you met was your landlord whose flat is precisely underneath yours and he has complained already twice about how much noise your footsteps make in the afternoon, twice in the whole month you have rented it to him. So definitely not a friend. Your actual friend is the old lady who lives on the same floor, at the beginning of the hall, Miss Claire. The same day you were moving in she knocked on your door with a fruit basket as a welcome gift. You returned the gesture with an apple crumble. Since then she has shared her wisdom about the cheapest markets nearby, guidance on the fastest ways to get to your new job, book recommendations, and crochet tips over a warm and homey tea date at her place.

And there is Steven. Steven with a v, he had said. Your cute neighbor with messy hair, baggy clothes, and a gentle smile, whose door is in front of yours.

He was nice the first time he saw you, making time to introduce himself and having small talk even when he was running late for work. There you learned he worked in the gift shop at the London museum, that he was late because he had a sleep-walking problem and that he fought it by trying to stay awake but had slept at the last minute, that he was very into Ancient Egypt and spent a great part of his time studying the culture, that he had a goldfish named Gus and even offered to give you a tour around the best libraries and book shops around the neighborhood when you told him you worked as a translator and book editor. All of that in a cute rapid babble that got you smiling while he walked backwards through the hall to the elevator. Laters gators, he had screamed waving his hand before the doors closed in front of him.

That was the very best first impression of all the people you had met in London. The nicest and sweetest one. You were definitely interested on get to know him better.

But, of course, you weren’t in a place to call him a friend yet. More of an occasionally friendly-like person. Because a few days later, when you bumped into him in the elevator, it took you a moment to recognize him. But when you finally greeted him he just stared at you for a few seconds, nodded, and stormed out as soon as the doors opened.

That’s why you were even more intrigued by him a few days later when he showed up at your door.

“I came to honor my word, you know. The book shops I told you about last time we saw each other? Remember? I thought we could set a date. Since I’m a regular they often give me discounts so maybe if they see us together they’ll give you discounts too. Or I could just buy them for you. And I thought maybe I can show you my favorite coffee shop, bloody amazing tea… and coffee. I don’t know which one you prefer but uh—All this if you are still interested, of course. There’s no problem if you’re not. And if you are not busy because I guess you might—”.

His rambling makes you giggle, but some of it confuses you. “Yeah, I remember, Steven. And I would love to. But that’s not the last time we saw each other tho”.

“…What do you mean?” He asked, puzzled.

“That time in the elevator at night?”. That got you no reaction. “You were wearing a dark jacket, with a raised collar and a hat. I greeted you but you didn’t seem to remember me”.

This makes him giggle in return. “How could I forget about you? You must have confused me with someone else”.

And even when you are almost certain that it was him in the elevator you let it pass because you get distracted by the way he’s smiling at you, how good he smells —a mix between a woody floral fragrance and freshly washed clothes—, how his whole body seems to vibrate with contained energy, and how cheerful his brown eyes look when you both finally set a date.

He’s not the only one who gets thrilled though. As the day of the date approaches, you get more and more excited. A nervous know forms in your belly and a soft giggle escapes your mouth every time you remember your cute neighbor.

You even bake an apple crumble for him the previous day to share before you two go on your bookshop tour. Since Miss Claire called it an absolute delicacy. Her words.

But then you wait and wait, and wait.

He doesn’t show up. Neither the next day nor the day after that. Nor the week after that.

Days and weeks passed and you didn't get any news from him till the point you actually started to get worried about him.

So you were concerned, disappointed… and intrigued. Your slippery neighbor frequently coming to your mind. Thinking about the first time you met him in the hall, that time in the elevator when he just stared at you without saying a word, the intensity of his eyes in contrast with the way he looked at you a few days later when he came to you to set a date. All of it running around in your mind.

Until one night you wake up to strong knocks on your door.

And there he is. Steven.

But not the cheerful and energetic Steven you had talked to. No, in front of you was that one you had met in the elevator. The controlled and silent one. He’s just looking at you, but this time there’s a fervor in his eyes that leave goosebumps all over your skin.

And when you open your mouth to ask him what is he doing here, what has happened to him all this time he’s kissing you. His hands suddenly on your hips and your lower back, leading you inside your flat, holding you by your naked thighs and pressing you against the closed door.

You try to push away to breathe, to try to think. But now his lips are on your neck, on your collarbone. And you need to hold into something, so your hand finds his way to the curls of his head, his hat falling to the floor in the process. But he doesn’t seem to care. Because he’s taking you to your bed. His mouth finding its way back to yours.

He takes a moment to admire you, once he has placed you onto the mattress. You open your mouth for the second time, trying to make any sense of what’s happening. But he just shakes his head before you say anything, his eyes fixed on the way his hands are lifting up your shirt. Revealing little by little more of your body.

And you don’t even feel like asking any more questions as long as he keeps touching you like this. Because now his mouth is making its way over your thigh while his hand caresses your ribcage under your shirt.

And every second he gets closer and closer to where you want him the most—

But then, again, almost like a deja-vu, you wake up to gentle knocks on your door.

And there he is, just like you would’ve summoned him with your steamy dream, your —sort of—friendly neighbor Steven with what seems to be a souvenir of the pyramid of Giza in his hands.

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Notes:

Hi! This fanfic will be NSFW and contain smut so please 18+ readers only. Until the moment, I have planned ten chapters for this fic. This one, the first, starts with the Steven from the first episode. The one who doesn’t know about Marc yet, that’s when he and the reader meet for the first time. Those three or so weeks he spends away comprehends the whole Moon Knight Series timeline, so when he comes back to the reader he’s already gone through all. He’s been in Egypt, has a good relationship with Marc, and doesn’t know yet about Jake. Lastly, even when I love her I’m going to take a creative license and erase Layla from my fiction world. Not completely, I think she and Marc were married and divorced, and that’s it. There’s not any hate intended, just it would be easier for me to do it this way. This is the way hehe.

And yes, Miss Claire is the friend of the old lady scared of Steven in that elevator scene in episode one.

That’s all I wanted to say, thanks for reading <3

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant x you #steven grant fluff #moon knight imagines #steven grant smut #mcu moon knight #jake lockely smut #jake lockely x you #jake lockely x reader

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cookie-crumblr · 11 months

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AU’s With Alastair~

Animal hybrid AU

Part 1

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: F! reader/reader has a vagina, NSFW, reader and allie are owned by a human, treated like animals, heat, non human genitalia(he has a barbed cock), lactation kink, loss of consciousness, breeding kink, creampie, biting,

!!MINORS DNI!!

You were born to a cute cow lady, and Alastair to a gorgeous feline. It all seemed completely meant to be, as you came to be at the same time.

At least he saw it that way.

You and him grew up always by each others sides’ on a farm in the countryside, far away from anything else.

His mom abandoned him with his little sister and brother, which you don’t think is uncommon for cat folk.

But you bet it would be hard for anyone, let alone a small child that now has to care for two other children with only himself.

You are both older now.

Once your respective cycles started, you had to start taking short breaks from each other.

And now you’re old enough to “work” on the farm like the other hucow ladies…

“Alright girl, you’ll have to settle with a bull eventually,” The farmer spoke a little agitatedly or maybe just tiredly, either way your heart wracked intensely with guilt.

Today had felt so painfully long.

The farmer brought bull hybrids in from all across the country to court you…

Your big eyes stay downcast, wetness clumping your pretty lashes. “I know… ‘m sorry sir, I jus’… Don’t love any of them proper.”

The farmer lets out a long sigh, “Get some rest, Y/N”

Neither you nor the farmer were aware of Alastair watching from the second story window of the bright red barn.

“That stupid farmer.” His ear flicks irritatedly as he thinks. “only caring about production, and not for Y/N at all…” His fists ball while burning holes into the side of the farmer’s head with his stare. “Why’s it gotta be a bull anyway?” He wonders.

Has a hybrid of another species been able to impregnate another hybrid before?

He’s absolutely sure it’s possible.

If not, he’ll make it possible.

Besides, nobody loves you more than he does.

A breeze passes through your hair, and flows all the way up to Allie. Ears now perked up and swiveled all the way toward you, he can smell your heat coming.

That’s probably why the farmer is in such a rush to get you mated.

Alastair has always stayed away from you while you both were on your cycles, for fear of ruining what you have together.

This time he can’t.

Tomorrow he’ll stay with you.

Another evening comes and Alastair finds you whining and writhing in your stable, you’re clearly burning up and desperate.

Face shining with sweat, with barely any clothes on, and the fabric that does try and cover you, is instead stuck to your skin, showing him your peaked nipples and your puffy, glistening lips through it.

He stops in his tracks, mouth agape, his tiny fangs peaking out from behind his lips.

He doesn’t really know what he was expecting.

But god, it wasn’t this…

He thought he was ready.

His shorts are feeling uncomfortably tighter.

You notice him as he swallows.

“Allie! uhm….” You start to cover up with a jean jacket, and he rushes over to you.

“Y/N, it’s… *ahem*… It’s okay! I’m actually here to help!”

“Allie…” Tears stain your cheeks. You get on your knees and present to him, “Then… Please, help me.”

A harsh swallow bobs his addams apple, making his choker shift.

He’s ready.

He takes his claws to your shorts and rips right through them, the freedom, and chill of the air sends shivers through your body.

He untied the silk ribbon he uses as a belt, and undid his shorts.

Next his crochet sweater was discarded to the hay covered ground.

“Wait, Y/N… I-wanttofaceyou…”

You oblige, thinking he’s adorable, and roll over, legs spread, inviting him in.

You’re breathing heavily.

He lifts your top exposing your chest.

Then he leans down to literally kitten lick your nipple, and gently flicks the other one, taking turns for both without leaving the other.

The effect is maddening.

You’re whimpering and throwing your head this way and that. Little “pleases” and “oh my goodnesses” falling from your part lips.

He smiles at this, getting the exact reactions he’s always imagined from you. His perfect beloved.

Dick now taken in his hand, he slaps your puffy cunt, before rubbing it down.

Something kind of stings as he drags down, but it’s so hot and hard it feels like everything you need right now.

“Please, Alastair… I want you inside me… I… really do love you.” You say desperation, and truth seeping from your words.

He almost breaks hearing those four words at the end, but he sets that aside for after, when he can just cuddle you. And tell you how much he’s always loved you.

His tip slides into your desperately wet hole, opening you further.

“Ahhh” You shudder as you begin to feel that which your body craves.

He slowly bottoms out, and stays there, feeling you pulse around him. His head becoming light.

He has to move.

He pulls out quick to snap him back in control of himself.

“AHHH!” You barely make out the scream as your own voice as you black out in an instant. Sharp pain and harsh, hot pleasure zapping through your insides at the same time as if a lightning bolt came down and smited you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh no, oh fuck, oh god” Alastair babbles as he accidentally slides back into you, to meet his face to yours.

He cradles you, his body smaller than yours, but he’s always been way stronger than he appears.

“Y/N…”

You come to only seconds later, your body burning hotter than before, you gasp, and pant.

“Allie? what… happened…”

“I didn’t think….” he’s crying into your neck. “I-I… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t of-”

“It felt so good…”

“What?” His cheeks reddened. “I mean, are you sure?”

Ending his thought you brought his face down to yours for a kiss. He rocked deeper into you In response.

You felt that familiar drag, as he rocked back slightly, before jamming himself in all the way.

“You like that? You want me to plow into you?” His demeanor completely changed in a split second. “Say Squishmallow if you want me to stop.” He leans in to whisper, and then kisses your neck.

You nod enthusiastically.

His hand finds your tit, when he looks down suddenly. “Wait, Y/N! Look! You really don’t need a bull!” he holds his now wet hand up.

You shift to look down and sure enough you’re lactating!

He hurries to shove one in his mouth and begins to suck, and lick as he paws at the fatty part. This is your first time being milked, and it’s your best friend!

It feels heavenly.

his tongue doing laps around you.

You cry out, “Alastair!” followed by a series of “Oh”’s

He starts pushing as deep as he can go into you.

He pulls out slow this time, as he does the pleasure mixes with pain and you feel yourself producing more and more milk, it’s building up so fast in the one he’s neglecting.

“Please! hah! swap!” You moan exasperated.

He releases with a hearty *pop!* And quickly switches to your other breast, not leaving the other one defenseless this time, he squeezes and rubs circles around your nipple.

“Your milk tastes so good, Y/N, this farm is so lucky!” his eyes are clouded over now with lust.

He’s all the way out of you again, and he slams back in with all of his might causing you to bounce.

“Ahh!” You’re almost shaking it feels so good! “M-More!” you moan.

He obliges and pulls out not as slow, but still slow enough you don’t pass out again. Then he sets the pace for the session.

Slamming into you over and over again, your legs and hips folding more and more each time so he can get impossibly deeper.

He’s purring now, vibrating your sensitive buds as he alternates and sucks on each one, never leaving either unattended.

His skin is slamming against yours, and you swear at this point you feel him hitting your cervix.

You need his cum so badly, your body burns with this sole desire as you’re becoming so overstimulated.

You’re sure you’re babbling nonsense at this point but he continues to pound you as if he has no other purpose but to breed you right here, right now.

“Are you close?”

“Yesh,” you let out a breathy slur, mind hazy and floating with the stars above.

He pounds impossibly harder, rocking your bodies into the wooden wall of the stable.

You hold on for dear life as you come undone around his cock.

Seconds later with one final thrust and he’s shooting thick, hot ropes into you. You feel so full and your temperature starts to decrease back to normal instantly.

You squeeze him, as he lets go of your chest with another satisfied *pop*

“I love you, Allie…”

“I love you too, Y/N, so freaking much.”

He stays inside you as he readjusts to cuddle on top of you, limbs tangled, and both of you breathing heavily.

A little too soon later and the farmer is walking in, he doesn’t give you even a chance to hide Alastair, before spying you both.

“What is this?!”

“Sorry sir!” You sit up, tipping Allie off of you

“Woah!” He exclaims, as he slips, sliding out of you, his cum leaking onto the floor.

“AH!” You squeal from his exit, as milk sprays from your still engorged tits.

The farmer’s eyes widen, “Well… I can’t really complain with this outcome.” He takes his hat off to scratch his balding head. “Well Alastair, looks like you officially work for me now, specifically with Y/N.” he turns to leave mumbling, “if it works, it works i guess… How come i ain’t never thought of cat folk?”

You both giggle, before your temp starts to rise again.

“Allie! Help?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he folds you over yourself again, and slips in easier this time.

“Oh, you’re perfectly prepped from last round… Remember the safe word?”

“mmhmm!”

This time he bends over to your neck and bites you as he pulls out. It hurts in both places, but it feels so good, like an electric shock going straight through your body to your core.

He’s back to purring loudly as he starts to slam back into your abused and throbbing pussy.

You both come quicker this time, your moans and his mewls becoming one mini orchestra to your fuzzy ears.

His tail swishing with his motions, and yours sticking straight out, as tensed as your curled toes.

You feel his hot cum filling you up for the second time, you can tell it’s even more this time, and your own orgasm milks him for everything he’s worth.

This time after, you both drift off into a comfortable sleep, while holding eachother close as possible.

When you wake again, you’ll still have eachother, and you’ll be together for whatever comes next…

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #my fic #yandere x reader #yandere x you #femboy x reader #femboy oc #femboy vampire #reader x femboy #femboy #femboy cat hybrid #cat boy #hucow reader #oc alastair

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waterfall-ambience · 7 months

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assorted strawberry shortcake headcanons where i imagine them as chronically online, gen z ish young adults, but the information i'm drawing on is from the wiki, my mother's interpretations of the characters, and my vague recollection of the cartoons and playing with my mother's dolls

strawberry shortcake runs a baking-focused social media account and is the proud owner of several dozen pinterest boards with an ungodly amount of pins. she crochets her own clothes and liked the lirika matoshi strawberry dress before it was cool (she cannot afford it and would not have a good opportunity to wear it, but she dreams nevertheless). she plays minecraft with all the mizuno 16 packs. actually goes outside.

blueberry muffin is a book smart 'honors student' type, and is well-versed in classic literature. she also stays up way too late on ao3. she got onto the internet when she was way too young and was the type to very innocently warn her friends not to search up whatever horrors she saw (only for them to search up the horrors). she's spent way too much money on gacha games, but she tends to her garden to 'touch grass' and balance that out. she also thinks about stealing her neighbour's fruit, but don't tell anyone about that.

orange blossom got into art because she was super obsessed with minecraft animations as a kid and learned how to draw in the hopes of becoming an animator one day. she holds very strong opinions about bevelled minecraft character rigs, and is mildly tired of people irl constantly referring to her art as 'anime'. she travelled around europe in her early childhood but remembers absolutely nothing of it (this makes her so sad. she wants to go back one day to appreciate the art museums and architecture). she taught strawberry how to crochet and is a huge fan of sustainable fashion. she dabbles in pottery.

angel cake comes across as a rather straight-laced and sensible young lady- she sleeps at a reasonable time, does yoga, balances her duties and social life, stays hydrated, and performs well academically (she likes math). however she is hopelessly addicted to online drama. she doesn't necessarily participate unless she's feeling particularly spicy, and while her heart is in the right place, she is often overcome with the very human desire to Dunk. she follows the conversation intensely and knows all the who-did-whats and who-you-should-avoids.

plum puddin is genderfluid (she/they/he) and a biochem/genetics/microbio stem girlie. she's mildly snarky and 100% down to play the part of the mad scientist with wildly flexible morals. she likes to dance and watch video essays about queer sociology and feminist theory. they're online friends with tn honey but when they talk about her irl they refer to her as their 'overseas colleague'. they taught blueberry how pirate stuff off the internet when they were younger and she used that power to make anime amvs. he could probably stand to pop a multivitamin.

lemon meringue is a mildly successful fashion blogger who uses her platform for political activism- queer rights, climate justice, decolonisation, etc. most of her clothes are thrifted or handmade and she is disgusted at quite a few of her private school peers who buy things from shein. she's dating her childhood friend raspberry torte and has the privilege of being passenger princess when she misses her train.

rapid fire headcanons go: lime chiffon is plays a lot of video games and is addicted to monster energy drinks. she's an absolute beast at rhythm games like taiko no tatsujin, project sekai, and ddr, as well as claw machines. between lemon and raspberry, lemon is more outwardly sweet and raspberry is a can come across as a little unfriendly at times, but lemon is the one who holds grudges while raspberry is more forgiving. huckleberry pie is trans and did taekwondo alongside raspberry and strawberry for a couple years. apple dumplin is in elementary school and is a big fan of a series of unfortunate events (blueberry is so proud), but has only read the ones the library had available. purple pieman and sour grapes bully eight year olds in minecraft in their spare time.

#strawberry shortcake #well this is quite different from my usual stuff haha #the specific bits that came from my mom (either from headcanon or lore): blueberry being into gardening and orange travelling to europe #also blueberry is asian because she said so (we're asian)

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melonmiilkgalaxy · 21 days

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☆ Name: Sammie

☆ Age: 31

☆ Lives in: California

☆ Relationship Status: Single

☆ Height: 5'5

☆ Zodiac: Leo

☆ Birthday: July 30

☆ Nationality: American

☆ Race: White

☆ Favorite color: Blue & pink

☆ Languages: English

☆ Personality: Loyal, honest, curious, impulsive (here and there), reliable, supportive, uncertain, nervous, determined

☆ Nicknames: Sammo, SamSam, Pookie

☆ Allergies: Olay body wash

☆ Favorite number: 6

☆ Favorite weather: Gloomy, cold, foggy, rain

☆ Hobbies: Drawing, crocheting, perler beads

☆ Favorite holiday: Christmas

☆ Favorite animals: Dogs

☆ Favorite time of day: 2AM-5AM (nice and calm and quiet)

☆ Favorite food: Pasta(Fettuccine Alfredo), sesame chicken, broccoli, cucumbers, dragon fruit, Pink Lady apples, green tea ice cream, sesame balls with red bean paste

☆ Favorite drink: Iced tea, jasmine tea, taro boba

☆ Fears: Canals, spiders, large bodies of water, being alone in the dark, needles, blood(irl, not quite as much in movies), clowns, heights, crowds, bridges

☆ Others: It's okay to message me or tag me in things if ya want to!~ 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

─── ∙ εïз ∙ ───

#get to know me #artists on tumblr #me #selfie

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buhankahelp · 1 month

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once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is awesome! x)

Hey, lu! Thank you for the question? tag? Anyway, thank you for your attention ☺️!

I think it might be quite hard for me to think of… hmmmmmmm. 🤔

Is that like about my physical or any other appreciation? Anyway, here are 5 things about me, that I like:

1. I like my taste in music. Like, a lot. I listen to a lot of rock, metal, pop and other genres of music, the diversity is too big. Here are some of my favourite bands/musicians: Poppy, Melanie Martinez, Slaughter to Prevail, S.O.A.D., Linkin Park, Slipknot, Shakira, Muse, Lady Gaga, Imagine Dragons, Little Big, the Hatters, IC3PEAK.

2. I love my art. Even if it looks ugly for myself sometimes. I love that I can create whatever I want and just do something with my hands. It isn’t only about my pictures, but also my crochet and knitted pieces of art, or my own short written stories (nobody knows on tumblr, but I do write sometimes).

3. I like that I’ve made myself do some workouts. Usually I’m too lazy to do them and don’t like anything connected with sport, but nowadays I’ve got excited with an idea of becoming a super powerful muscle woman, so… yeah. I became motivated enough to workout 3 days in a week.

4. I love my body shape, even though it isn’t perfect right now. Like, I’m not a muscle woman yet, but my body is already looks very nice. (I may share with my progress but I’m a little bit shy.)

5. I like my cooking… I guess? I mean, I really enjoyed my homemade rice with fried vegetables and shrimps, and I love baking pancakes, apple pies and cupcakes. It’s a little bit harder with cookies, but I’m sure I’ll learn how to bake them properly.

Enjoy some photos of my homemade food. There are pancakes in the first picture and the rice with veggies and shrimps on the second.

#artists on tumblr #tag game #(your tags here)#idk what else to tag #food #buhankahart #about me #about myself #tumblr.com #hope you’re doing alright #❤️

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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♥️🫢♥️ maybe 16 and 25 for the floyds?

EEEEEP!!!! Yes, yes and double yes!!! This is perfect since I'm actually crocheting a blanket (lol).

You couldn't believe how dreary a day it had been on the Floyd land, the sky so dark and gloomy, it may as well have been nighttime already. The rain dripped and ran ceaselessly down the windows, the roof and gutters rattling from the force of the winds and the frightening thunder that boomed outside.

Yet your house was so cozy as you nested deeper into the couch quilt that covered your legs, your knitting needles clicking away as you worked on Auggie's tiny little Irish knit sweater.

Bob came into the house, shut and locked the door and kicked off his boots, hanging his Carhardt jacket up on the pegs near the door. "Good God it's awful out there," he shuddered. "Feels like Halloween already."

You laughed a little bit, pushing the quilt aside and setting your knitting down on the coffee table before cupping your husband's cheeks in your hands. "And you're freezing," you chuckled. "C'mere, come get under the blankets."

Out of the big Saratoga trunk near the wood rack, you pulled the other grey Irish knit for Bob that you had made when you were first married, so warm and cozy and able to banish the cold of fall. Under the blankets he crawled, warmed by the heat coming from the woodstove and from his favorite sweater. He peeled off his nasty, wet socks and tossed them down the laundry chute in the kitchen, trading those for a pair of woolies to warm up his frigid toes.

"Alright, under the blankets you go and I'll be right back," you told him.

Bob, now thoroughly nested under both the quilt and the older crocheted throw-blanket, couldn't help but admire your work and how well it was coming along. The tiny little sweater reminded him so much of the ones his Meemaw used to make when he was little, the soft and fuzzy yarn perfect for Auggie who was still somewhat new to this world.

"Here ya go Mister," you said, setting a steaming mug full of something that smelled strongly of apples. "A hot toddy to warm you up."

"(Y/n) you didn't have to do that," Bob said.

"You've been out helping your father and brothers all day," you told him. "It's the least I could do before dinner goes in the oven."

Bob hummed happily taking a sip of the steaming drink, full of an apple pie nip and mulling spices. God it was the best, especially on a day like this.

You switched on a movie, letting The Empire Strikes Back play out as you clicked your needles together and yarned-over with sharp precision. Bob could've watched you for hours, just like he used to do with his Meemaw.

"He's gonna look so cute in that," Bob chuckled as he snuggled closer to you.

"Yeah and all the older ladies at church will be dying to pinch his cheeks," you replied.

Bob laughed a little, remembering how at Auggie's baptism, his aunt, Rosemary, had wanted to pinch her grandnephew's cheeks, but thanks to Father Gonzales, the parish priest, that hadn't happened. Just the thought of the other ladies wanting to do the same was enough to draw a laugh from him.

Bob watched you knit until the hot drink warmed him from head to toe, his eyes drooping uncontrollably, until at last, he was snoring away, warm and cozy under the blankets and with you by his side.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd reader #dagger squad #dagger squad fall prompts

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applejongho · 9 days

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made a literal pill 💊 for my mom for mother's day bc she is a pharmacist 🥰 not my best work but I think she'll love it

#like i could tell u all the mistakes but what good would that do #apple lady crochet #do not save

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camiercoles · 9 months

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ty @perishablealex for tagging me! this is my first tag thingie lmao so lets go

name: cami

pronouns: she/her

Where do you call home? bogotá, colombia. it's where i grew up and also where i live, and while it has many, many flaws, it will always be my home.

Favorite animal: DUCKS and DOGS. i love basically any animal ever but i really am partial to ducks and dogs

Cereal of choice: this is such a grandma answer but like granola? i used to like froot loops a lot as a child but i dont really have a cereal of choice and i barely ever eat it.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? I would say probably visual and auditory, but it changes every few years when whatever technique i use to pay attention stops working.

First pet: my first pet was a rabbit named lulu! i thought she was so cute but my parents didnt love it bc she would shit everywhere so we sent her to live with my grandpa and then she ran away :(

Favorite scent: i love the smell of bread, of books and the smell of grass just after it's rained. all three give me a lot of comfort.

Do you believe in astrology: not actively, but a lot of my friends who are into astrology tell me i fit in really well into the traits of my sign and the other stuff.

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? i have 126 that i've made (and i have them organised into folders too 💀), and i follow some other ones.

Sharpies or highlighters? highlighters, i never use sharpies

Song that makes you cry? if you catch me at the right time, basically any song. i have a very emotional and personal connection to music, and i've cried to so many songs on so many different occasions it's hard to choose one which is why i have a playlist. however, i would say either 26 by paramore, a song that captured my inner turmoil very accurately, or seven by taylor swift , as it reminds me of my best friend. also summer from the four seasons by vivaldi because of portrait of a lady on fire.

Song that makes you happy? literally also any other song. but for this i would say sabes una cosa by luis miguel or take it easy by eagles.

And finally, do you write/draw/create? i do write, though im not too confident about it. i do love to crochet, and i also know how to knit and embroider.

no pressure tagging! @captainelliecomb @seethemflying @nplutonian @zetaaa @sdwolfpup

#tag game #mine #this is lowkey so embarrassing

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drengar · 4 months

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

YOSHIHARU SHIDA

► NAME: Yoshiharu Shida

► NICKNAME: Shi

► TITLE(S): Lady of Balla Dubh, Shogun

► AGE: 32

► SPECIES: Half Eastern Dragon / Half Wester Dragon

► SEX: Female

► NATIONALITY: Japanese / Scottish

► INTERESTS: Usually Shida claims that she doesn't have much free time for hobbies. But she does enjoy some more relaxing things like crocheting. She also enjoys caring for animals and has her own animal sanctuary where she helps rehabilitate injured animals. She owns a griffon and hippogryph that live at her sanctuary too.

► PROFESSION: Varies depending on verse. But in main verse she is a Lady so she owns land and oversees that it is taken care of along with it's citizens. She also works as a spymaster for her family.

► BODY TYPE: Slender with defined muscles along her stomach and a few places on her arms and legs.

► EYES: Violet

► HAIR/SCALES: Black, short on one side with the other being longer and gradually reaching her jawline. In dragon form, she has black scales, fur, and feathers.

► SKIN: Pale and healthy complexion

► FACE: Live action: Ueto Aya ; Animated: Maki Midorikawa

► POSTURE: Healthy

► HEIGHT: 5'2''

► VOICE: Ueto Aya

► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: In main verse it depends on what she needs to do during the day. If she needs to be active then she tends to wear a kimono or a men's suit, something typical of the Victorian era. If she's staying at home then she will wear dresses. In modern verses, she usually wears leather jackets, tank tops, and jeans with boots.

► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Eventually marries an oni if she follows her main verse canon.

► COMPANIONS: Ren (her oni bodyguard), Hiro (younger twin brother), then her cousins

► STRENGTHS: Her stubbornness is actually a strength. Shida will not let something go until she is certain that it's resolved correctly. Be it an issue that was brought to her attention or making sure a family member is being taken care of. She will go to great lengths to sure the problem is resolved to her high standards.

► WEAKNESSES: Her family is a very big weakness of hers. She will sacrifice everything to make sure they are happy and protected. It doesn't matter if it's her brother or cousins, even if she can be at odds with Ciar from time to time. Because of this, it's easy for anyone to take advantage of her once they figure this out. The only saving grace is Shida is a private person and tries not to make it public just how much she loves them.

► FRUITS: She will eat just about any kind of fruit. Usually apples and cherries are ones she loves eating the most but she won't turn any fruit away.

► DRINKS: She alternates between water and tea. Usually whatever is more available to her at the time. Alcoholic drinks are also something she will almost regularly seek but those she saves for the evening or when she's at a social gathering. In modern verses she does drink coffee in the morning.

► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: She loves alcohol and will try anything new. Her go-to's are fruity cocktails, sake, and Scottish whisky.

► SMOKES: Every so often she will smoke but it's always used as a stress reliever. She will have a smoke maybe once every other month.

► DRUGS: Only for medical use and even then she only takes the ones that Senga gives her. Maybe with a very close friend, she will consider trying some.

► DRIVER'S LICENSE: In any modern verse she does have a driver's license. She actually has a motorcycle license as well. Her vehicle of choice, and something her family is constantly worried about, is the fact she prefers to drive her motorcycle than a car. She owns a black and purple sports bike.

Tagged by: I stole it Tagging: Just steal it from me

#beneath the armor「 headcanon: shida 」#[shida is literally my baby]#[is the very first oc i rped on here and has seen many revisions over the years]#[this version of her is just one i absolutely adore]

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theretirementstory · 8 months

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Bonjour à tous. I AM HOME! After only three weeks in hospital I arrived home on Wednesday afternoon. Was I the happiest person with the cheesiest grin that day! I cannot tell you how it felt to leave my “cell”. The doctors and nurses are fantastic but being cooped up in that room was indescribable.

So being “free” the first thing I did when I got home was go into the garden to see my plants. I really didn’t think there would be many (if any) but it’s amazing how gardens can surprise you. The cyclamen, under the shrubs, are in flower their delicate mauve flowers just visible. I had thought they may have been lost when the gardener did his “weed control” back in May. There was another surprise too, the plants I thought were the kalanchoe I had planted out last summer turned out to be osteospermum (see photo above). Unfortunately, the gardener hadn’t been to tailler les haies (trim the hedges) or cut the cherry tree. I left a message on his ansaphone but he will probably just turn up one afternoon on his way home.

I know I should have arranged to have my central heating boiler checked in the summer but I didn’t! I messaged the new plumber, who fitted my new toilet, asking if he was available to service the boiler in October, he never replied! I have messaged the “old” plumber too and still no response. Blimey these guys must be making money “hand over fist” if they don’t have the time to reply with a date to come out.

Monique did my shopping for me, she has offered to do my cleaning but to be honest I am in the process of arranging a cleaning lady with the help of Anie and Nadine.

Of course, my neighbour is only too willing to do anything to help . He went and collected my medication and yesterday morning I asked if he could collect a few things at the supermarket for me.

There are only certain things that I can eat and I have to have hot (temperature wise) food. No pepper or spices 😩 and as my taste buds are not finally tuned to savoury items everything is so bland! Unfortunately, due to the hospital finding an ulcer in my stomach (back in May) the 100% orange or apple juice is out of bounds to me as they are too acidic, that leaves me with good old cold water. No tea, coffee, cocoa, sparkling/fizzy drinks 😩. The dietician says I should follow this regime for at least three months but she prefers six months, oh my goodness what fun is there in that food for the next six months? I will check it out with the oncologist when I go for my consultation. There really is a lot to think about with my diet due to the ulcer, following the stent fitted in my heart and now after the cancer treatment which means I need to boost my immune system. It’s a headache!

“The Daddy” has been busy, not just with his full time job, but also with his photography. He was at the Scarborough AFC match on Tuesday evening taking photos for their Facebook page, on Wednesday evening he was taking some promotional photos for a new restaurant and cocktail bar in Scarborough. This weekend he has his children so it will be a “full on” weekend for him.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has been dealing with another solicitors files while he was away, he has enjoyed it so much. His boss has been very pleased with what he has done and told him so. All good news regarding his training plus it motivates.

“The Ex Psychology Graduate” has been working full time this week, it’s not a 9-5 job and involves weekend work but she has had time to deal with mundane jobs before going to work, or on her days off.

This weekend is the Foire aux Bulles (Champagne Festival) in town. There are rides and amusements for children, lots of stalls selling their wares. It runs from one end of the main street right down to the other. The Knitting, Crochet and Patchwork group I took charge of in February have a stall and as lots of people come to the town on this weekend I am hoping that “my ladies” will manage to sell some of the items on the stall. They have given their time at a couple of smaller gatherings and have been unsuccessful with sales which is such a shame. The sun is shining on them although it is still only 15c, I have sent a message wishing them good luck.

Now it’s time for the records I have chosen this week. The first, back to 1979, is only one I could have chosen by this very talented man, as I have said previously, it isn’t always the lyrics that get to me but the music. “Get It Right Next Time” by Gerry Rafferty is just brilliant. My second song, back to 1964, is by a fantastic British female singer, the song “My Colouring Book” by Dusty Springfield. It was hard for me to decide between this song and “If You Go Away” by Dusty released in 1968.

Have a good week until next week.

#barsuraube #trees #photography #friends #60’s music #70’s music #❤️your home #scarboroughafc #foireauxbulles

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oinkinpigprince · 2 years

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Filbo headcanons because I’m traaaash and he’s my therapy dooooog

Okay so he cannot sew like at all but he can crochet and makes stuffed animals

Definitely autistic and/or adhd, no way that boy (or anyone on that island) is neurotypical

The type of guy to help a complete stranger in the grocery store after they mistake him for an employ and not question a single thing about it

His favorite food is French fries, a basic food for a basic bitch/lh

A hopeless romantic and secretly falls for every one of his friends at least once because he simply cannot distinguish ‘I respect and admire this person’ and ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with this person’

It doesn’t matter cause he’s too much of a bitch boy to do anything about his crushes and would suffer in complete silence then do anything

This is doubled because he is bisexual, I make the rules

Would be very nice about my DID and constantly ask about who’s fronting and their name and pronouns

Asks for peoples pronouns only to end up using the/them anyways

Actually a very charismatic person and in the right setting can befriend damn near anyone after long enough

If he were human, he’d have freckles, blue hair, and pronouns

Mans got a lil chub, apple shape body though so all of the fat goes into his stomach, once again I absolutely make the rules

Ngl I think all of the grumpus would be a lil chubby except maybe Shelda but that’s because she reminds me of every hippie old lady my mom befriended

I should do one for shelda, she may be a fraud but she reminds me of a home I never had, sorry for trauma dumping mid post

Favorite animal is absolutely frogs, if he could he’d own like 20 different species and give them buck wild dumb ass names

Him and beffica have a very brother and sister like relationship after snak tooth, and often hang out @ coffee shops together and argue for fun

According to historians him and buddy are roommates, just roommates, nothing else at all

It’s sorta like a Chandlo and snorpy situation where neither of them say they’re dating but they’re definitely dating

Mainly because I headcanon the journalist is mute and Filbo is bad at communicating but they’re dating

I could make a whole post about why I think the two would make for such a cute couple but no

Loves giving people things and when shopping he will usually get one gift for a friend

Tw alchol

Rarely drinks but has a low tolerance anyways so a few drinks in and he’s already stumbling and bumbling

has sent several drunk messages crying about how much he loves his friends and regrets them in the morning, everyone thinks it’s sweet for the most part

Very sentimental drunk and has sat in a bathtub crying over how much he loves his friends and how much they mean to him, while buddy hold a puke bucket and rubs his back

Okay tw over

Had a pretty lonely childhood as a middle child got neglected a lot and grew up very independent and ‘weird’

He was outcasted all throughout middle school due to his weird hyper fixations and poor social skills, he developed major imposter syndrome due to this and never truly feels like he had any friends so that’s why he’s so thankful for the ones he has now

He LOVES one piece and owns all of the volumes

He also loves my hero academia and watches the anime on Hulu

Definitely watched bee and puppy cat when it first came out

#bugsnax #bugsnax headcanon #bugsnax Filbo #bugsnax Filbo fiddlepie #bugsnax Filbo fiddlepie headcanons #bugsnax Filbo headcanon #filbo fiddlepie #Filbo fiddlepie headcanon

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