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hotyanderedaddies · 5 days

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Yandere Cat Café Owner Wants You

[Yandere! Cat Dad Boyfriend x GN! Reader]

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Kitty Café opened up down the block from your apartment, and ever since you'd seen the fliers promising delicious treats with tons of cats to play with, you'd made it your life's mission to visit it.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend was crazy allergic to cats, so you had to go solo. It bummed you out, sure; but the idea of getting to spend some time with tons of cats more than made up for it. You knew that you couldn't adopt one, but maybe you could do a little donation instead.

"Welcome!" a deep, warm voice sounded out as soon as you entered the small café.

Behind the desk was a large behemoth of a man. Even from across the room, you could tell that he towered over you. His body was thick and solid with muscle, and the tight polo he wore was painted across his large chest.

Around him, tiny kittens mewed and pawed at him, asking for pets.

The entire café was littered with cats (duh), but most of them seemed to be sticking close to the man.

"H-hi," you stuttered back, feeling nervous under the intense gaze of the larger man. His eyes widened when you spoke, and you could clearly see his Adam's apple quiver a little, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly. "I, uh, I saw the fliers and I had to come see the new cat café."

The man's smile grew on his face. "Great!" he beamed. "You're actually my first customer. I'm Dominik the owner, by the way. But you can call me Da-- *cough, Dom." He smiled nervously, a pinkish hue forming on his face. "What can I get you?"

The owner was really friendly, and he seemed to be over the moon to have a customer. You could tell by how giddy he seemed, and even some of the kittens picked up on it, their glances shifting between him and you.

You looked at the menu behind Dom, amazed by the wide array of tasty treats and delicious drinks that you could order. There were so many choices that you couldn't make up your mind.

"Um," you wondered. "Surprise me." You shrugged, figuring that the café owner wouldn't find the request too annoying... or at least you hoped not.

Luckily, Dom's smile remained, and it even grew bigger. "Sure thing, Kitten," he grinned. "Go ahead and take a seat and I'll bring it out to you."

You winced internally at his odd nickname for you, but ignored it for the moment.

You took a seat near the window, taking time to pet some of the cats that were brave enough to wander close to you. A fluffy orange kitten with little stripes on it clawed its way up your pant leg, hopping into your lap and purring loudly.

"Aww, cute little guy," you cooed as you pet the kitten, loving how it purred even louder.

"That's Pumpkin," Dom said as he approached the table. "It looks like he likes you."

Dom placed a small cup on the table in front of you and a little baked treat. It looked like a cookie in the shape of a cat, whereas the cup was a latte with a little heart made out of the foam. It was really cute.

"Thank you," you said as you took a sip of the latte, your eyes widening at how sweet it was. And it totally lacked any of the bitterness that coffee drinks typically have. In short: It was fantastic! "This is amazing!"

Dom took the seat opposite yours. "I'm glad you like it, Kitten," he genuinely smiled. He then nodded at Pumpkin. "Are you looking for a cat to take home?"

You frowned slightly. "No," you relented. "My boyfriend's allergic to cats, so I can't adopt one."

Dom's smile vanished and his square jaw clenched. "Yeah..." he huffed, something audible in his deep voice, "that's not too good." He sighed before forcing a smile back onto his face. "I guess that means that you'll just have to come visit more often."

You looked up at the larger man in awe.

Blushing, Dom hurriedly added, "I know Pumpkin will miss you."

Almost as if on cue, Pumpkin meowed.

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After your first visit to the café, you quickly became a regular.

Every so often, you would come by to play with Pumpkin and some of the other cats.

And each and every time, Dom would light up and eagerly strike up a conversation with you, looking as giddy as a kid on Christmas. He was really nice to you and he was quickly starting to grow on you.

He was becoming a really great friend to you.

One day, you rushed over to the café, eager to tell the man the wonderful news that you had. Your fists balled up excitedly, you burst into the small shop, seeing Dom sitting near the counter with a few new kittens.

He perked up when he saw you, his face instantly brightening up. "Hey, Y/N!" he cheered, then he saw how excited you looked. "What's the good news?"

You couldn't resist shoving your left out towards him, showing off the gold band on your ring finger. "My boyfriend proposed!" you ecstatically cheered. "Check out the ring too! Nice, right?"

You were all smiles, dreaming of walking down the aisle to marry your boyfriend: a.k.a. the man of your dreams.

Dom smiled too, although his grin didn't touch his eyes. In fact, his smile looked pained, forced. He sharply exhaled before perking up slightly.

"How about a drink to celebrate?" he asked. "I've been working on a new one." He moved behind the counter and began to shuffle around with some ingredients, his broad back blocking your view of what he was messing with. He peeked over his shoulder to make sure that you couldn't see him add something special to your cup.

When he was done, Dom turn back around and placed a warm mug in front of you. He made sure to take extra care to shape the foam into a cute little kitty.

"I hope you enjoy," Dom grinned, pushing the mug closer to you.

You grabbed it and took a sip. The drink was incredibly sweet, just as you liked it. "It's delicious, Dom," you beamed. "Thank you so much!"

He smiled triumphantly as you downed your drink.

As the two of you talked about your wedding plans (Dom's smile morphed into a frown the more you went on about it), you suddenly felt yourself get a little dizzy.

You placed a shaking hand up to your head to try and steady yourself, but the room felt like it was spinning.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Dom asked, a cheerful tone in his voice.

You wondered what was going on, not sure if you were catching a virus or something. "Um," you mumbled, "I think I'm getting sick. I'll just head home..."

You stood up, but your legs were wobbly and they gave out on you, sending you toppling down.

Before you hit the hard ground, Dom rushed over and wrapped both of his strong arms around you, securing you tightly in his hold. He pulled you to his torso, and you felt his chest rumble a little as he seemingly purred like a happy cat.

"Wha--?" you tried to ask, but it getting harder to speak as your vision blurred and you felt weaker by the second.

"Shh," Dom cooed as he placed a tender hand on your cheek. "Just relax, Kitten. Let Daddy take care of you."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, everything went black...

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When you began to stir awake, you first noticed that everything felt so comfortable. Seriously, whatever bed you were lying in had the softest sheets, and there was a fluffy comforter that was so incredibly warm. And speaking of warm, a large body cuddled you from behind, keeping you nice and secured--

"What!?" you jolted awake, everything rushing to you all at once. You struggled to move, but your panic only heightened as you realized that your arms and legs were bound together by what felt like silk ties. The fabric was soft to the touch so as not to irritate your skin, but they were tied so tightly that they severely restricted your movement.

Looking around the bedroom that you found yourself in, you could see that there were tons of cat toys and décor around. A few of the kittens from the café where in the room, watching you intently. Pumpkin purred happily when he saw you, his tail flicking to and fro with glee.

You kept trying to thrash your body around to get free, but the body behind you only tightened its grip on you, effectively stopping you.

"Calm down, Kitten," Dom sleepily yawned, his hot breath wafting over your ear due to his closeness to you.

You tensed up when you felt his lips press to your cheek.

"Dom?!" you cried, unable to get free with his arms around you. He even laid one of his strong legs over yours, his entire body acting as a double lock. "What's going on?"

The larger man chuckled. "Kitten," he cooed, "isn't it obvious? You going to marry that... guy." He said the last part with such anger in his voice that it almost came out as a growl, making some of the cats in the room hiss in response. "So I had to just snatch you up and take you home with me."

You were stunned silent, unable to wrap your head around what was going on. "What do you mean?" you trembled.

Dom pressed his lips against you once more, purring as he did so. "I love you so much, Y/N. So I brought you home with me to convince you to be with me, not with your ex-boyfriend."

"You're insane..." you try to argue, earning a nip from him.

"Don't say that," he hissed. "I'm not insane, you're insane for trying to marry some guy who's not me. You belong to me, and that's why you're here: to be with me, and only me."

Dom tightened his grip on you, sealing off any hope of escape.

"You're mine."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere boy #yandere daddy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #obsessive love #possessive boyfriend #Cat Cafe #Cat Dad #Daddy x You

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jpitha · 7 months

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They’ll eat what?

A Telmurian is walking around the promenade on the station, talking to their family on their pad.

What was that? Your signal is pretty weak. Oh! Yes, they have humans here.

I know. Their planet has a really big moon, they won’t stop telling everyone they meet. Yes, they told me about it at least three times. I saw the photos, it’s pretty big I guess.

Yes, they’re strong. I remember the time that human from the helm picked up two Sefigans and carried them around on his arms. I didn’t tell her, but I was impressed. Why didn’t I tell her? I don’t know.

They also have odd thought processes. Remember that story about the one that learned that the water filters were the same as the outer compensator on the FlashWarp drive? They still teach us to check other parts for commonalities like that. The Sefigans are building a whole reference of parts that can be exchanged for other parts.

They walk around, oblivious to everyone else on the promenade. A Gren glares at them, and clacks their mouthparts irritatedly. They are speaking loudly. They walk on, oblivious to the disruption they are causing.

I didn’t call you to talk about any of that stuff.

I just learned about their ‘food.’

Did you know they don’t have a specific food? They don’t have one or two or even three items that they consider food, they have hundreds.

Maybe even thousands.

They stop and stare out a window and are silent for a few moments.

Not only that, but they combine them in so many different ways. Even wilder, they have modifiers to their food. Can you believe it? They have things that aren’t technically food that they add to food to make it ‘taste’ different. They’re called spices or seasonings.

I know! Have you ever heard of such a thing?

They have this thing called ‘taste.’ It’s a whole sense for them! It’s what enables them to try and test foods and discover ones they like and reject ones they don’t like.

I have a hard time with it, to be honest. Imagine, food you don’t like. It’s food right? By its very definition it’s something you consume to survive.

They clack their wing covers together, like a sigh. A Sefigan sitting at a cafe near them makes a gesture, like they’re trying to shoo them away.

Not for the humans I guess. They have whole careers, whole philosophies, maybe even whole religions about food and its preperation.

I read about the first time some humans came onboard a Coalition ship. They asked where the kitchen was and when we said “the what” it was like you unplugged them. They just stood there with their mouths full of their scary sharp teeth open in surprise.

I imagine we had a similar face the first time they showed us a kitchen. Imagine, a whole room, a whole part of the ship that was turned over to their pursuit of food.

That’s another thing! They can get bored of food. Whoever heard of such a thing. It’s food! You eat it, you feel full, you continue with your day. That’s like… like being bored of breathing.

Have I tried any of it? I mean, so much of it is straight up poisonous to us. No, you’re right, some of it isn’t.

All right fine. Yes. I tried one. There was this one, it was something they called a cookie. It was made of something like ten ingredients all in very precise measurements, then mixed together and shaped into balls and cooked at a high temperature. How did they ever come up with that?

The cookie? I don’t know, it was fine I guess. I didn’t get sick. I guess I can’t taste like they can it wasn’t much of anything, just food. I didn’t want to hurt their feelings so I said I liked it. They gave me four more! I didn’t know what to do with them. They’re still in my room.

Okay, yes, I love you too. Tell the rest of the crèche I said good evening.

They disconnect the call and look up. There’s a group of humans sitting down at a human style cafe eating. One of them looks up at them. Their large wet eyes seem impossibly deep. In the corner of them, wetness wells.

“You didn’t like the cookies?”

#writing #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are deathworlders #humans and aliens #jpitha #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are space capybaras

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sirazaroff · 6 months

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Any headcanons or AU style things with Weiss

Hey friend~

Weiss is one of my fav lil goobers, but I realize I haven’t really sat down and thought much about her character. My brain just turns off when I see her it's just 'mm yes is Weiss :)'

Anyways, I gave it a go. If there’s anything specific you’d like to know (shipping/character relationships/her take on canon events) just ask me further. Enjoy my ramblings:

The eyelid of Weiss’ scarred eye is damaged, permanently drooping

She’s the queen of puppy dog eyes

I like to think she takes after Willow a lot. There’s a lot of shared personality, characteristics, even looks between them. She’s a mama’s girl and Willow’s ‘favorite’

Weiss is forever cold, always liking to bundle up in some aspect. If anyone warm is around, you can usually find her snuggled up with them

I'll ship Weiss with a lot of the main gorlies. Big fan of polypiles

I feel like she wears red because of her grandfather, keeping his colors around as a reminder, but eventually she also associates the color with Ruby. Seeing her as a leader and partner to look up to and rely on

She is so easy to read. There is no hiding how she’s feeling

I like to think she hates wearing heels, but damn if she wont continue just to keep the slight height she can afford

She likes to pet Blake and Vel's ears sometimes. Soft, warm, it's chill. (This comes from the anthology manga)

The sexual tensions between her and Coco sets off geiger counters

She will steal other’s clothes, having at least one item from just about everyone she’s on good terms with

There’s a response Miles gave about how her kebob incident with Cinder played a large role in shaping her current personality, and I totally agree with it. Escaping death def changes a person

Expanding on that, I also think Weiss is now rather anxious/paranoid about Cinder the way she keeps being targeted by her. Sudden fire startles her and Weiss refuses to split off on her own if on missions or anything open like that

Weiss eventually surpasses Yang in humor but it's cause of her dry wit, never the puns

Post Atlas, her and Winter are on more equal terms. Her sister's been knocked down the pedestal some in her eyes, but she still holds respect for her all the same. She can just act more casual with her like she does with team rwby

Weiss knows a lot of 'cultured' skills because of her privileged upbringing such as chess, orchestral instruments, dancing, sports like tennis and badminton, even cooking, but the one thing she could never manage was baking and it haunts her cause all she wants to do is make a yummy batch of cookies for Ruby 🍪

Weiss prefers coffee as her hot drink of choice, but she makes attempts to drink Blake's favorite teas so they can bond over that

#fooze #kinglewis125 #rwby #rwby fanart #weiss schnee #rwby weiss #yeah there's other characters but I dont feel like tagging them #id love to explore more. again I havent made it past v7 so im sure I could do more or even change some views if I catch with the story #so yeah feel free to ask anything specific and I'll try and answer that too if youre curious #and this is for anyone else too like if any of y'all be wondering my take on something just ask #the bird btw is a doodle of dummybirdnero. it’s not a hc don’t read into it lol

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saramelaniemoon · 1 year

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Eddie has always been the agreedable one in his previous relationships.

This afternoon you showed up in the trailer with the cake like every Saturday. The day before, Eddie had been wondering what you were going to bake this time. Maybe a chocolate chip brownie or cheesecake or those little cinnamon cookies? All your pastries were delicious. However, when you took the cake out of the container, he froze.

Carrot cake. A cake made of carrots. The worst vegetable the world has ever seen. If it were human, it would be Jason Carver. Eddie was sure that the carrot was responsible for at least half of the evil in this world. Once, in his dream, it chased him with a roll of newspaper, beating him like a bug.

He knew it was a good boyfriend test day. You tried very hard baking that cake, mentioning that Eddie wasn't getting enough vitamins, which was obviously not true because he was getting all the vitamins he needed from the tomato sauce on the pizza. However, telling you about his distaste for this devil vegetable would make you sad, so he bravely decided to eat this carrot-tainted cake. Hardening a smile to his face, he ate mouthful after mouthful, praising your baking. Your smile only widened. In his imagination, Eddie was like a knight with a sword protecting you from all the sorrows of the world. He was going to eat even another piece for you. Well, maybe next time. After eating a large portion, he thanked you and you both went to his room to watch the horror movie Steve had recommended for you.

***

He never complained about anything and agreed to everything, which is why he didn't understand how your first quarrel happened. It all started when you came back from the kitchen with two cans of soda.

- Eddie bear, why was Wayne surprised you ate the carrot cake I made?

- I don't know what the old man meant sweetheart.

- He said you blame carrots for all the evil in this world.

- It's a dramatic exaggeration.

- And that's why it sounds like something you said. Babe, why didn't you just tell me you don't like it?

- I don't understand why you're mad. I didn't mean to upset you.

- Eddie, you don't have to pretend that everything suits you. I won't be mad that you don't like something I made. I'll be mad that you're forcing yourself to eat it because of me. Promise me you won't make me happy at your expense ever again.

- I cannot promise you that darling. I'd even eat peas for you. And peas are not vegetables but plants from hell.

- Eddie...

- Okay, I promise if I don't like something, I won't force myself to eat it. But what about the rest of the cake?

- Don't worry, I saw Wayne took care of that.

- Not surprised. This man would eat anything after his shift.

- Hey! It wasn't that bad! But you'll be okay with beetroot cake, right? - you tested him.

- Sweetheart, we need to discuss your making vegetable cakes problem - Eddie said starting to tickle you.

***

The next week, you surprised him with a giant carrot-shaped brownie that didn't have any veggies in it. Better to eat such vegetables than none at all.

♡ next ♡

*traumatized Eddie boy after waking up from being chased by carrot*

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bby-deerling · 6 months

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birthday cake (zoro x fem!reader)

more zoro fluff, i'm on a roll lately. recently discovered i share a birthday with brook (even though it's currently ages away), and got this silly little idea. wc 1k, zoro bullies sanji. same reader as my other zoro x reader fics!

Though it may not appear so to an outside observer, Zoro hangs onto every word you have ever said, absorbing them all like a sponge. It scared him at first, worrying he was getting distracted from his training, but over time he figured that singularly focusing on swordsmanship left him with a lot of empty space in his head to fill. The things you tell him; your poetic musings, all the technical aspects of the paintings you create, your darkest fears, and your eclectic range of knowledge about almost any topic all get filed away in the back of his brain.

His crew often found themselves flabbergasted when Zoro pulled this information to the forefront. When Chopper wonders aloud how lasers work, he grabs a napkin and sketches diagrams to accompany his explanation that was at least eighty-percent correct. When Robin comments on the ever developing impressionistic style of your pieces, she is quite amused that he has quite a lot to say about your brushwork as of late, going so far as to compare the way you hold your brush to his grip on his swords; you had stopped choking up so far on your brush at his suggestion to help increase the fluidity of your marks and seen a large amount of improvement in your work as a result. During the two years he spent on Kuraigana, he drove Perona up a wall whenever he caught her reading a book he recognized and gave her his very strong opinions on the characters that were entirely based on a brief synopsis you had given him.

That’s why it makes him absolutely crazy when he realizes the stupid, shitty cook has forgotten your birthday, one of the most basic, mundane things about you.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Zoro had asked him, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

“Nothing too far out of the ordinary. I suppose I’ll make a cake despite the fact that Brook can’t really taste it; I know Luffy will want to throw a big party—” Sanji began, before being cut off.

“Moron. Aren’t you forgetting something?” Zoro asks, voice dropping and laced with venom.

Sanji goes pale white with the realization that you shared a birthday with Brook—he had bought you a gift ages ago and forgotten about it, the exact date vaporizing into thin air.

“I can’t believe you forgot it’s her birthday too, especially after all the nonsense she did for yours last month. I told her it wasn’t worth it, but she insisted anyways.” Zoro hisses, jaw clenched.

Sanji ignores Zoro’s hostility and begins flipping through recipes, deciding on an elaborate, three tier sponge cake with strawberry flavored icing.

“She doesn’t want that.” Zoro said, staring over his shoulder.

“Remind me what your job is here again, moss-head?” the cook asks, cigarette in his mouth snapping as he bites down on it in frustration.

Zoro goes to the cabinet that harbors his liquor stash and pulls out a small cardboard box he had bought at the last island. “This is what she wants. Do you have the special pan for it?”

Sanji examines the box of angel food cake mix and sighs. “I’m not feeding her cake mix for her birthday, moss-head. I’ll make one from scratch.” he says, swearing under his breath when he realized how much of a dent it was going to put into the ship’s supply of eggs due to the sheer amount of egg whites required.

“She wants the box mix. It’s what she grew up having. If you won’t make it I will.” Zoro insists, pushing the box back towards the cook. “You know those cookies she likes from that bakery on her home island? With tons of sugar piled on top?”

Sanji nods. “I’ve been there. Zeff and I stole the recipe years ago. It’s really just a basic sugar cookie—"

“They have to be in the shapes of lambs.” Zoro said. Sanji desperately searches the moss-head’s face for any sign of him not being serious, but he turns up empty.

“Where the hell am I going to get a cookie cutter shaped like a lamb in the middle of the ocean?” Sanji snaps, secretly grateful for Zoro’s assistance but nonetheless vexed by his the swordsman’s demanding tone.

“Dunno, but you better figure it out soon.” Zoro says with a shrug, thoroughly enjoying the emotional turmoil that this entire situation was causing Sanji. “Ask Usopp or Franky to make one for you, though who knows if they’re willing at this hour.” Sanji clenches his jaw and nods and picks up a napkin that Zoro has scribbled a rough sketch on, making a mental note to bring it to Usopp later.

As Zoro turns to walk out of the kitchen, Sanji can’t help but throw him one last remark, despite not being in the position to do so.

“I’m surprised you remembered all this, moss-head. I thought all that was between your ears was empty space and ear wax.” he says, not looking up from his recipe book.

“You’re surprised I pay attention when she talks?” Zoro asks incredulously. Sanji sighs, knowing he practically walked into that one, and prepares for another verbal lash.

“I hope I don’t have to tell you her favorite meals too. Honestly, I don’t even see why we keep you around when you can’t even get this right without my help. Stuff like this is why Nami doesn’t give you the time of day, besides being an idiot pervert and all—”

“Out of the kitchen now, moss for brains.” Sanji snaps, shoving his boot into his back and kicking him towards the exit. Before he closes the door, Zoro pokes his head through the opening.

“No frosting.” he says. “Don’t forget.”

“None at all? You’re certain?” Sanji asks incredulously. Zoro nods affirmatively and slams the door to the kitchen, finally giving the cook some peace and quiet, fingers rubbing his temples to get rid of the headache that the swordsman had given him.

The next day, your shared birthday party with Brook in the Sunny's kitchen is the most memorable you’ve ever had, and you’re nothing short of amazed when Sanji pulls out cake and cookies identical to the kind your mother always served you.

The wonder in your eyes at how Sanji was able to replicate the desserts dissipates and is replaced by appreciation and understanding when Zoro grins at you and squeezes your thigh under the table, a silent admission that he'd helped the cook put everything together.

No wonder everything turned out so perfect; how could it not when he pays so much attention to what you need?

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #i feel a lil bit sorry for sanji in this lol #i love writing them arguing

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darkened-writer · 8 months

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imagine| On The Nature Of Daylight

This is a part two to 'Star', since I feel like it deserved a happy ending, despite the bittersweetness of the first part. I honestly could expand this into a series if I want to, so let me know what you all think! Enjoy!

PAIRING || Astarion x Tav (Reader)

WORD COUNT || 1,090

Daylight always felt so odd, because even in a big city, the night was always more comforting. Especially for those who could never truly sleep well. ‘Insomniacs’.

The times that Tav did sleep, they’d see glimpses of stark white locks, red speckled irises, and a cheeky grin. All unfamiliar to see in a society where the only white hair you would see is on older people and people with odd hair dying choices. And, red eyes? It’d be associated with Albinism. The dots could never really connect on who this person plaguing their dream were.

Every night.

Every nap.

Every single time.

Doctors prescribed meds for PTSD, Insomnia, but nothing ever worked.

So, Their nights were filled with mindless activities and scrolling their phone, as most people do.

Wondering who exactly this man could be.

And, why his skin felt so natural against theirs.

The sun peeked just out of the curtain of their room, only slightly illuminating the space that was covered with various papers that had sketches scrawled across them, some with eyes, some with swirls to resemble curls, and mouths, shaped into smirks, two sharp teeth peeking out from under them. So beautiful yet out of reach, even so slightly.

The bed felt so empty.

But, at least there was the library.

It was a small job, paid decently well, gave Tav access to all types of books, ranging from non-fiction to fantasy to even greek tellings and local legends.

Though, fantasy was always one that piqued their interest.

Busy streets, walking with a blazer wrapped around their figure, a coffee in their hands, messenger bag in the other.

Eventually, the quietness of the library surrounded them, a few people sat at table reading books or typing away at computers. A few stood inbetween shelves, examining every aspect of the books they hold from the front to the spine.

Wyll, he was the head of the library, was clocking out and waved with a smile, glasses pushing up towards his nose as he walks away, carrying a stack of books. He was the nicest coworker you could ever have, always leaving a tupperware full of baked goods. Assortments of cookies, cupcakes, mini pies, all very sweet. Though, his hobbies outside of work were always involving sword fighting and fencing.

Cookies, this time around.

Red velvet.

The red looked practically bloody.

There was a ding, and Tav looked up, a red-haired woman holding a few books.

Demonology?

“Will these be all?”

“Yes…”

“Demonology, huh?”

She was quiet, opting to hug herself as she waited for the books to be checked out, hand rubbing against the muscle under her leather jacket.

Tav slides the books across the counter.

“Hope these help your studies!”

“Thank you.”

She walks away, Tav now opening the tupperware to grab a cookie, taking a large bite and humming a bit at the taste of the white chocolate chips.

Always so good.

“Hello? Earth to Librarian?”

Her hair was stark white, next to her snowy complexion, a silver necklace adorning her neck as she waved a petite hand in from of their face.

“Oh… sorry.”

The girl handed the books over, watching closely as Tav scanned them.

“You ever dabble in witchcraft?”

Tav perks up.

“Uh. No. But, it does seem interesting.”

“You should check these out once I’m done with them. Spells of protection are major within witchcraft, you know?”

She takes the books, grinning.

“Have a good one, Librarian.”

Sauntered off, leaving Tav to contemplate why no one ever read their nametag.

But, there was no time for that, there were books to put away.

So, they grabbed a cart, stacking returned books onto it before pushing it to certain aisles, sliding books in their rightful places, humming a small tune that's been stuck in their head. Eventually, the fantasy section comes up, a lot of empty slots to fill as they stop and begin to put boots in, until someone snatches up the book they just put in.

Red-Speckled eyes.

A devilish grin.

White locks.

“Oh, hello…”

His voice was smooth, an accent buried underneath it all.

“Hi.”

“Apologies for snatching this book from you, Love. You see… I’m very fascinated by fictional works, especially fantasy and this work, from Ms. Tyler, well, it’s an excellent work.”

He shows the cover of the book, which had a piece of art that depicted a small group of people.

“It’s okay, uh… we are getting a shipment soon of the next part after that one. The conclusion. If you’d like, I can have a reminder sent to you for it?”

His grin widens.

“That’d be perfect, Darling, Thank you.”

He peers down.

“Tav.”

“That’s me.”

“My name is Aster, but you can call me Astarion.”

Tav smiles a bit.

“You seem vaguely familiar, have we met before?”

“I believe we haven’t but, we can get to know each other?”

He was charming, his eyes looking directly into Tav’s with a familiar intensity.

“Sure. But, check out the book first?”

He nods, smiling as Tav walks away with the cart, mind swirling with thoughts.

Exactly like the dreams.

They looked just like the person in his dreams.

And, he had to know more.

“Just this book?”

He had just set the one book onto the counter, eyes more trained on Tav then anywhere else.

But, the sun through the window was hitting him just right, the red of his eyes more bright in the unexpected light, giving a odd sense of comfort. He was all too known in Tav’s mind, the resemblance uncanny of the man in their dreams. His touch could practically be felt still, his hands brushing the hair out of their face.

“Yes. And, red velvet? Good choice.”

A grin sprouts on Tav’s face.

“My coworker made them for me, they're good. Want one?”

“Sure.”

Their hands graze as Tav hands him a cookie, scanning the book and handing it over to him again as he grabs it, other hand holding the cookie as he take a bite, nodding to himself.

“Quite good.”

“I know right?”

A beat of silence.

“I’m sorry if its weird but, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve met you..”

“I feel the same way.”

Both perk up.

“Would you want to maybe… go get coffee or something? I know a place down main street, ran by this really nice guy, Halsin.”

“I’d love to, my dear.”

Both just look at eachother, a knowing look, red eyes looking into theirs.

“See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

#xreader #fanfiction #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fluff #soulmates #found love

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brainworms-all-night-long · 1 month

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Yesterday I bought ice cream for the first time this year and thought, huh, what if Nine had icecream as well, wouldn't that be nice :]

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"You ever had ice cream?" Tails gently elbowed him and pointed towards the open terrace window to a nearby patisserie.

"No...no I don't think I have."

"Well then we gotta change that, my treat!" Without further question or prompt, Sonic jogged towards the shop and stopped in front of what seemed to be a large horizontal freezer, at least it sounded like so.

Nine wanted to stop him, give a second opinion, anything. But at this point it would be way too embarrassing to continue stalling, especially with Tails practically dragging him by the sleeve.

Though the notion of a cold and sweet treat on this painfully sunny day didn't sound too bad, so perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try. Just out of curiosity.

"What are the options?"

"Well for a few unbiased recommendations, the chocolate chip mint – personal favorite, green apple, cookie and tiramisu aren't a bad start!" Tails explained all chipper while counting each of the examples on his fingers, clearly overly excited at the prospect of getting said ice cream.

By the time the two foxes made it to the shop window, Sonic was already holding a two-scoop tall icy treat of his own with a bear-head shaped cracker stabbed into the top of it. Then, with a thanks to the mobian behind the counter, handed Tails his apparently pre-ordered green two-scooped ice cream as well. "Or we could get you the Smurf one."

"What the hell is a Smurf."

"Add that to the list of things to show him, partner." Sonic used the cracker as a stand-in for his index finger as he pointed at Tails who only rolled his eyes but nodded.

Nine snorted while quickly skimming through the colorful selection of the freezer before him.

He figured there was a big-time press on him since they were no longer the only ones in line, so he picked the cookie one, to the silent dismay of Tails.

And wouldn't you know it, it tasted exactly like if you froze over Amy's hand-baked cookies he didn't have that long ago. Though he should stop being so surprised, the food in this universe was always nothing short of a delicacy.

The cracker was maybe a bit too much but hey, it made a good spoon for the parts of the ice cream that threatened to fall off from the sides. It also tasted almost as sweet as he anticipated.

"Just be careful so you don't get a brain freeze." Sonic playfully jabbed at him after paying and bidding the seller person goodbye.

Nine rolled his eyes.

"Oh what would I do without your boundless wisdom, thank you for warning me, Sonic."

He knows what ice cream is and was actually lying before, he did try it once. But to no one's surprise it was just as underwhelming as most edible things in New Yoke. Not to mention he rarely could afford or remember to indulge in such a luxury back there.

"Hey, that was in good faith why must you undermine me so!" Sonic gripped his chest in a theatrical manner and Tails laughed.

"Tch, drama queen." Nine poked his tongue out and then properly gave his attention to the treat at hand.

"Right?" Tails perked up with a cheeky grin that Sonic returned with a comically deep scowl.

"Unbelievable! Traitor!" Sonic cried, but an anamused Tails only returned it with a low kick to his shoe.

Yet another thing Nine was fairly new at was this sort of friendly banter. Usually when he snarked, it was genuinely meant to hurt the person which it was directed at, except now he constantly feared accidentally going overboard with something he intended as a playful jab. Thankfully, Tails is way more vicious than Nine could ever expect so it is yet to be the case.

The overall lighthearted and cooling atmosphere between the three of them couldn't help the genuine smile it put on his face.

They continued their merry way through the bright and clean city streets. Despite his protests in the morning, Nine didn't mind following the two as they now kicked and tripped each other, and amidst their giggles tried to keep their respective ice creams intact.

#sonic prime #i liek imagining nine having a good day sometimes #i thinks he deserves it #also not at all inserting my own favorite icecream propaganda #miles nine prower #nine the fox #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #me when I finish writing

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nonotnolan · 10 months

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The Great Gym Shift

Day 15 of life after the body swapping incident that affected downtown Washington DC, and life was still weird as shit. Some people were calling it the Great Shift-- a government cover-up for a science experiment gone wrong. I don’t think a two mile radius really deserves a “Great” moniker but I had to admit it was catchy. Others were calling it a terrorist bioweapon meant to cause havoc across the nation’s government. That did seem possible, but the terrorists had terrible aim if that was the case.

A few people even said it was a plan to put key politicians into younger, healthier bodies, but... I know for a fact that one isn’t true. I was there at ground zero when the swap occurred, working as a personal trainer at the gym. All those desirable bodies, mine included, went to some of the most pathetic white collar workers you could imagine. Whatever happened, it was definitely an accident.

It’s been a month, and I still haven’t gotten used to my reflection. I hope I never do, to be honest. The government is working on getting this whole mess resolved, and I can only hope it will be sooner rather than later. I’ve never had hair this long, and I am in desperate need a of a haircut. Since it’s not my body, I’d have to fill out a requisition form, and I keep hoping it won’t come to that.

One of the first things the Government did was send in the National Guard to put everyone affected into a quarantined hotel area, and then they started drowning us in regulations and paperwork. I’m still working as a personal trainer... only now most of my clients are lazy office drones. Those desirable bodies I mentioned? I’m in charge of making sure their new owners keep them in shape. I’m slowly losing my sanity.

“Mitch! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said, walking out into our shared kitchen. Uncle Sam was putting us up in some very nice accommodations, I had to admit, but my clients-turned-roommates left a lot to be desired.

“C’mon Grady, it’s Saturday,” he said, as if that was supposed to be an answer. I kept starting at him until he continued. “Saturday is my self-care day, and today that means Netflix and cookies. I don’t see what the big deal is...”

“Absolutely not,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give me those, that is way too many calories for one serving. We’re sharing those with the whole floor.” He rolled his eyes and sighed at me, but at least he obeyed me. I can’t help but feel self-conscious bossing all of these men around, especially when they’re large enough to beat me to a pulp if they knew how to leverage their strength. The real Mitch was a lanky college intern who had no idea how to build or maintain muscle mass. Russ would’ve had a heart attack if he was here to see even half the things Mitch wanted to do in that body.

As I walked the plate of cookies out to the common area, I couldn’t help but notice that Larry was still sitting at his room’s computer desk, shirtless and surrounded by a few wadded tissues. Gross, but... I’ve seen Larry’s old body. I can’t entirely blame the old pervert. “Please tell me you didn’t stay up all night watching porn again.”

He just smiled at me, his bloodshot eyes telling me everything that I needed to know. “So what if I did, Grady, it’s Saturday. The fitness schedule you made for me says I don’t have to work out today, and a sleep schedule isn’t a part of the body cohabitation contract we all signed. As long as I still eat three healthy meals today, you can’t make me do anything. So how about giving me some privacy?” He was right, of course. Larry was one of my most frustrating clients, because he knew exactly how to do the bare minimum and nothing more. Tana was one of the gym’s biggest over-achievers, so seeing his body do a complete 180 had been quite the adjustment.

I knew better than to engage with him right now-- better to save my strength for fights that I would be able to win. I set the cookies down in our shared kitchen, waved at a few of the other guys, and retreated back to the bedroom I shared with one other man.

Simon smiled at me, and I could feel my frustrations starting to lift away. “Good morning, Grady. Rough start?” he asked, looking up from his book. Simon was a licensed psychologist who happened to be at a nearby Industry Convention when the Great Shift happened, and I was so glad to have his assistance dealing with all of the heated emotions that boiled over during the aftermath. Furthermore, Simon had ended up in my body. It was a relief to know that my body was being controlled by someone responsible, even if seeing myself each day came with its own set of weird situations.

"You have no idea,” I said, shaking my head. “Or rather, you have an exact idea, because you’ve also had to deal with those guys. I don’t suppose you would be up for some... stress release?” I asked, peeling off my tank top and tossing it onto the floor.

He laughed, quickly setting aside his book and his glasses. “In this body? Always!” Was it weird that I was having sex with my own body? Maybe, but honestly, our daily hookups felt like one of the least weird things about this whole mess. I always knew I was an attractive man, and I’ve always been attracted to anyone who keeps themselves healthy, regardless of gender. Presumably that’s how Simon now felt-- I know that ever since I’ve been in this new Twink body, I have only felt attraction for hairy men. Sexual attraction seemed to follow the body, not the inhabitant.

“Do you ever worry that we’re complicating things?” Simon asked. “For whenever the government is able to switch everyone back into the right bodies, I mean. They’ve told our loved ones that we’re in quarantine, but... how can we go back to normal life when this is all over?” I understood where he was coming from-- his real body was at least twenty years older, and while he didn’t like sharing too much about his life, I’d gotten the impression he had a wife and maybe a few grandkids waiting for him back home.

Simon clearly had a tendency to overthink everything, and I was now used to offering friendly advice while his warm load was still inside of me. “Honestly, I think we’re dealing with a stressful situation, and we’re all just coping however we can. There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults having sex. And I don’t know about you, but... if I didn’t try to get a wide range of experiences inside of this temporary body, I think I’d regret the missed opportunity forever.”

He smiled at me. “I suppose you’re right,” he said, as he sipped on cheap hotel coffee. “’In sickness or in health’ wasn’t really meant to cover something so impossible. And I’d rather seek forgiveness than forever ponder what might have been.”

“Glad to hear it,” I said, smiling back at him. I think we both knew it was a bit selfish, but how else could we be expected to process these strange new desires? Yeah, I guess I felt a bit guilty having sex with someone other than my girlfriend back home, but... when else would I ever get an opportunity to have sex with myself? I don’t think there is a person alive who could blame me.

#male body swap #gay body swap #after the swap #muscle jock #great shift

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autisticaradiamegido · 6 months

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day 320

the art for today is actually the massive quantity of koulourakia i made tonight. its the first time i've tried one of my grandma's recipes since she passed away and it was... vague to say the least! using juice glasses and bottlecaps as units of measurement and such. no bake time listed, operating on vibes alone. but I did it! and yes i know these are usually specifically easter cookies but they are tasty with tea or coffee all year round so I am making them for friendsgiving.

anyway here's grandma's recipe, edited by me for clarity lol

Recipe Makes: A buttload of cookies. Frankly you should probably half this. But if you are somebodys yiayia and you are making them for the whole fam don’t worry about it.

Ingredients & Supplies

7 eggs (6 for the dough, 1 for the egg wash)

1 cup vegetable oil (we use corn oil but any veg oil will work)

2 tsp vanilla extract

2 cups sugar

6 tsp baking powder

½ tsp salt

~6 cups flour

Sesame seeds (to preference)

1 Large mixing bowl (seriously you will need a Big Bowl if you aren’t halving the recipe)

1-3 baking sheets (depending on the size of the sheets/if you want to just reuse one and bake in multiple batches, etc)

Some open counter space to roll out your dough as you’re shaping it

Optionally a brush for your egg wash but if ya nasty like me, you can just use your fingers. You’re gonna have your hands all over these things anyway so as long as you’re washing them it’s fine.

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 350°F

Mix your wet ingredients together, then cream mixture together with the sugar, salt, and baking powder

Add your ~6 cups of flour gradually until you get a thick dough. The key is that you should be able to shape the dough with your hands and not have it stick to your fingers.

Sprinkle some flour on your staging area (wherever you’re gonna be rolling out your dough) and roll your dough out into small snakes. For the twist shapes, mine tend to end up about 10” long? But its just the sort of thing you’ll have to get a feel for. You can do as many twists in it as you want, go nuts! Or do other shapes! I’m an artist not a cop.

Once you have a full tray, beat your last egg in its own bowl, and coat the top of each cookie with a thin layer of the egg. This is the glue for your sesame seeds!

Sprinkle sesame seeds on your egg-coated cookies, as much or as little as you like. I’m a heavy sesame seed kinda guy myself. I just think it makes them look better.

Pop a tray onto the center rack of your oven for 15-20min, until the cookies are a light golden brown. Measure this with your heart.

Optional: Dunk those bad boys in your favorite Hot Drink. Get some tea or coffee or something. Actually I know I said this step was optional but I lied, you gotta do it.

anyway if u end up using the recipe let me know! send pics or something!

#day 320 #year 4 #it me #sorta. my hands there.#not art #i mean kinda art! but not like a drawing #i. severely underestimated the amount of cookies i was gonna have to twist up here.#it took longer than i thought. thus no drawing time #BUT LOOK i made things! i created! thats like kinda the point right #idk ive posted like. friendship bracelets and embroidery and cosplay and shit here i think An Interpretation Of A Family Recipe is fine

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anonymousewrites · 5 months

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Of Two Worlds Christmas Special 2023

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Mouse Note: Merry Christmas! I know everything is going to hell in the actual story, but here's a Christmas gift for you all! Enjoy the holiday season!

Additional Mouse Note: Aka if everything was okay and happy.

“What happened to the kitchen?” asked (Y/N) as she walked in after getting the call from Gojo for a meeting. The entire room was covered in flour, and in the middle was a giant (and she meant giant) stack of cookie sheets.

“Gojo-sensei made us cookies!” cheered Itadori.

“They taste surprisingly good,” said Nobara. She huffed. “Of course he’d good at everything.” It was infuriating how easily Gojo did everything he tried.

“Can I have one?” asked (Y/N).

“Sure.” Megumi held out a cookie.

“Nope!” Gojo snatched it from him. “No more eating cookies until we’ve decorated!”

“Decorated?” repeated (Y/N).

“Yep, for Christmas!” From seemingly nowhere, Gojo pulled out a large shopping bag and dumped the contents out. Sprinkles and icing in all different colors and designs clattered onto the table. “Tada!”

“This is what you brought me here for?” said an unimpressed voice. Nanami stood in the doorway and crossed his arms.

“Of course! It’s Christmas,” chirped Gojo. “Come on, come on! It’ll be fun.”

“No,” said Nanami. “You’ve already made enough of a mess. I’m not adding to more.”

“I agree with Nanami-san,” said Megumi, and Gojo deflated.

“You two don’t want to decorate?” asked (Y/N), blinking and looking at the pair.

Nanami and Megumi looked back and nearly sighed. Nanami was too weak for the teen he saw as his own daughter, and Megumi was too weak for the girl he liked.

“I suppose I have a bit of time,” said Nanami.

“I have nothing else to do,” said Megumi.

Itadori and Nobara exchanged looks and grinned. They both knew neither would stay if it wasn’t for (Y/N). It was hilarious.

“Alright, then, let the decorating begin!” Gojo grabbed Nanami and Megumi by the collars before they could change their minds again and dragged them to the table.

“Yay!” cheered Itadori, grabbing two cookies (one to decorate and one to eat).

“I’m going to make the best cookie here!” declared Nobara competitively. “And then I’m going to give it to Maki.”

“Are you trying to impress her?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

Nobara turned red. “No! No way! I just think she’d think that it was cool because I think she thinks I’m cool or at least I hope she does.”

(Y/N) blinked. She hadn’t gotten any of that. “Megumi, what does that mean?”

“I’ll explain it to you later,” said Megumi.

“Okay. I was just trying to be supportive. I think Maki and Nobara are nice together,” said (Y/N), still unaware that Nobara was so red she might melt in embarrassment.

Megumi grinned and chuckled at the reaction. “You’re doing fine, (Y/N).”

She brightened. “Oh. Good.”

They all sat down and took icing and sprinkles before Gojo could steal anything (he was hoarding and creating some monstrosity that would somehow turn out perfect because it was Gojo doing it).

(Y/N) stared at the cookie in front of her, shaped into a gingerbread man. She didn’t consider herself quite creative, but she wanted to do something fun. So, she picked up some icing and began to carefully place it on the cookie. She was silent as she worked beside her friends, and each time she finished a cookie, she picked up another gingerbread figure.

“Done!” declared Gojo. “Tada!” He held up a sheet of cookies with a variety of expertly decorated sweets with designs such as presents, Christmas trees, and a yeti(?).

“Dammit, why is he good at everything!” cried Nobara, slamming her hand down angrily. Her own cookies were a mess of rainbows and cute sayings about Christmas on them.

“Wow, Gojo-sensei!” said Itadori, eyes wide. His cookies were a mess of green, white, red, and ton of sprinkles. “Those look so good.”

“The bakery I go to has better,” said Nanami simply. He had classic cookies in traditional Christmas designs, simple geometric patterns and the like.

Gojo pouted. “You should appreciate me more, Nanamiiiiiii.”

“I don’t appreciate showoffs,” said Nanami.

“I like yours, Megumi,” said (Y/N), looking at his cookies.

Megumi looked down at his sheet of blue, silver, and white cookies. “I think I forgot about the Christmas part.”

“I still think they look good,” said (Y/N), smiling.

Megumi turned a little pink. “Thanks.”

“What did you do, (L/N)?” asked Itadori eagerly.

“Oh, mine look bad,” said (Y/N), straight to the point.

“Show us!” said Nobara.

“Come on, (Y/N),” said Gojo eagerly.

(Y/N) sighed and held up her sheet. On each of the gingerbread figures, she had attempted to make her friends as cookies. It was messy, but they could identify Itadori’s pink hair, the blindfold and white hair for Gojo, suit for Nanami, skirt for Nobara, gloves for herself, and spiky black hair for Megumi.

Her friends stared at it, touched that she had tried to create all of them. It was very sweet.

“They don’t look like you,” said (Y/N). “Sorry.”

“They look so cool!” said Itadori.

“It’s us,” said Nobara, grinning. “So cute!”

“No one appreciated me…” pouted Gojo. “But yeaaaah, (Y/N)’s are good.” He was being honest, but he was being stupid, too.

“Very well done, (Y/N)-kun,” said Nanami, smiling slightly. He was honored to be a part of (Y/N)’s creation.

“Yeah, it looks really nice, (Y/N),” said Megumi. “Good job.” He smiled at her.

She gazed back between him and Nanami and smiled shyly. “Merry Christmas.” She paused. “I can say that before the actual day, right?”

The group laughed, and (Y/N) looked at them in confusion before smiling at their joy. A Merry Christmas, indeed. All she wanted was her family together. That’s why she had made what she did. Her wish was for everything to be happy together.

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dailypacesetter · 5 months

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Helloooo pacer!! DID YOU GET ANY NICE GIFTS THIS YEAR ^_^!???!! What's the pacer haul? It's sooooooooo crazy that you're so open with your fans. You're like this century's meowdonna and her documentary truth or dare!! But on tumblr!!!

The Pacesetter holds out each gift as he mentions them.

"Buck got me a black jack kit. During the party he opened it and started playing it with the rest of the guests, even though it was my gift. Brian's was a calculator. I feel like he was mocking me in some way, but I didn't get it. I threw it away, obviously. Mary made me a shell bracelet. It's a nice gesture, I guess, but I won't be caught dead with something so ugly around my wrist. Misty's was alright, at least she put in the effort. It's a pretty high quality pink guitar pick. I don't really use picks, but it will look nice in my collection. Holly got me a...dusty old manuscript? I don't know, it's just a big book with some illustrations. I've been trying to clean the dust off, but it's just making my room dirty. I don't have Prester's with me. It was just a...torch...a flaming torch...Flint seemed excited about it so I gave it to him. Ben gave me some high quality tea. I'm not much of a tea fan, but I can appreciate the quality, must've been expensive. I like that. Oh right, Cathal's... It's a bag full of very expensive food items that I just know he didn't pick out. I'm sure his dad was the one that did. It wasn't even wrapped. This album came from Dave. You can tell because it's his new album actually. I was planning on getting it anyways, so this saved me some cogbucks, I guess. Belle brought in some cookies. Flint told me these were pretty good, although they do look a bit burnt... Cosmo got me a coupon for a large pizza. I don't like going to his establishment so I'm not sure what to do with this. I also feel like he just looked under his desk and got me the first thing he saw. Chip and Spruce made me a wood carving statue thing. It would look nice if it weren't bear shaped. I don't know why they couldn't sculpt something that I would like, such as my face or my guitar. Tawney's gift was some acoustic foam panels. I'm not sure if I should put them up, how else are people gonna listen to my sick guitar solos?" "And the best gift, of course, was Flint's. Apparently he's been going to knitting lessons with Belle, so he knitted me a sweater, made to match his scarf. It looks perfect, it's pink, purple and it has guitar motifs. It does look burnt in the back though, something that Flint apologized profusely for, even offering to trade with his scarf. But nope, I would say the burn marks make it look even better, reminds me of him when I wear it." "Meanwhile, I gave everyone at the party a sick performance. They were absolutely wowed by me, of course. I also gave me them some other gifts but this one was the best, for sure. For Flint I gave him an extra song, a private performance just for him. And..." He trails off, squeezing something in his pocket. "No, yeah, that was it..." DAY 22

#graham ness payser #pacesetter #ttcc #toonblr #daily pacesetter #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #toontown #pace fan mail #art #switching to traditional drawings bc its easier to get these out more often LOL #ill switch back and forth #if u guys have trouble reading the text just let me know!

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slvtforyeo · 4 months

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It's raining... snowballs?

summary: Playing snowball fights usually ends up with a lot of laughs shared with your friends, right? Well, not for you.. maybe.

pairing: yeosang x reader (not specified)

warnings: fluff, food mentioned (cookies and chocolate milk), mild cursings, snowballs and winter shits (lemme know if i missed anything)

words count: 779 words

author's note: hiii, this is my first time writing a fanfic here in tumblr, and please be aware that english isn't my first language and it's a bit boring (personally). please enjoy this and kindly do not steal my (first) work!

It was in the middle of December, where anything, anywhere and anyone is fucking cold. The layers of clothing didn't help you that much, but the creamy and chocolatey drink you're currently drinking helps.

"We know that," You say tiredly, a little pissed off at him since he interupted your peaceful time. With your friend standing up, they grab their jacket and wears it, heading to the door. "(Y/n)-ah, it's snowing beautifully outside. Don't you wanna go outside?" Your friend asked.

You're staying over at your friend's house, hanging out and doing nothing but to sit near the fireplace and admire the silence that hugs the room. It was peaceful at first, not until Wooyoung barged in and has this huge smile on his face. "Y'all, it's snowing outside!" He happily chirped, jumping up and down like a toddler excited for the candy they'll be receiving.

You reply with a small sigh, debating whether to join them outside or be in your own (slightly boring) little world inside and do absolutely nothing but to stare in space. "I don't know.." You mumble. This made Wooyoung a bit annoyed, he's not letting you be here and not at least enjoy yourself. "Come on, it'll be fun!" He sighs, pouting. "We'll have a snow fight." He added.

You look at him from the couch, and you can't help but to crack a smile when you remember all the crazy things you three did when you play snowball fights. You eventually stood up and grabbed you jacket, wearing it with a matching beanie. "Fine. But only for today." You said, making Wooyoung and your friend smile in excitement.

You three got out of your friend's house, with you making your own snow castle with your hands (with winter gloves, duh) and Wooyoung throwing random sized snowballs at your friend. Pfft, what a childish thing-

"Hey!" You frowned, realizing Wooyoung threw a huge snowball at your supposed snow castle. Wooyoung only laughs at you, making a peace sign with his hand then runs away, knowing that you'll get your revenge. Obviously, you stand up with a scoff coming out your mouth, scooping a large amount of snow in your hands before forming it into a ball shape.

"Get back here!" You yelled, running towards Wooyoung with a smile on your face. You then spotted Wooyoung standing still near the road, as if looking where you at to avoid you. You smirk, walking towards him and throws your snowball at him.

But then Wooyoung appeared behind you with a surprised look on his face. He taps you urgently and you turn around, your life flashing before your eyes as you made the biggest mistake in your life.

The man you threw the snowball at turns to face you, seemingly offended at what you did based on how he was looking at you. Eyes widening a bit, you quickly bows at the man and says, "I'm so, so sorry, sir! I-I threw a snowball at you thinking that you were my friend- oh my god, I am so sorry.."

The man chuckled softly, waving his hand in a dismissal way. "It's alright, and please, don't call me 'sir'. I'm Yeosang." Yeosang smiled at you with a calm expression, and you almost saw heaven with that smile of his. His eyes were looking at yours, making your cheeks pinkish in color. "Besides, that was a good hit. Are you a baseball player?" He asked.

"Oh, no no. I'm not.. I'm not a baseball player." You replied, returning him a smile. "I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you." Yeosang nods at your words, opening his mouth to reply but was cut off by Wooyoung interfering your moment.

"Yeosang-ah, you didn't even bother to tell me you were gonna arrive." Wooyoung rolls his eyes at him, slightly frowning. "And enough of this lovey dovey interaction. You were literally asking her number when you first saw her at my birthday party." Yeosang snaps his head in Wooyoung's direction, his eyes slightly panicking. You were taken aback, you've met Yeosang before? You don't even remember, probably because of your short-term memory.

"Just get her number already. Anyway, let's head back inside, (Your friend) baked cookies, and it's ready." Wooyoung heads back inside your friend's house, leaving you and Yeosang alone together outside.

Both of you were left standing there, speechless. Yeosang didn't expect his beloved friend, whom he trusted, exposed him infront of the girl he was attracted with a few days ago. And you? You didn't expect to pull this man with your magnetic field.

Phew, what a way to start the holiday season.

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Ari & Leo (a Valentine’s snippet)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, fluff, mafia au (implied), cuddling, omega pregnancy

< < Part 2 – Ari

Leo & Alpha masterlist

Around 2 months later, …

“Leo, no,” Ari tuts as your dog wants to sneak out of the kitchen to get to you. “I need to prepare breakfast for mommy first.” The Leonberger lifts his head and whines. “I know, buddy. She’s a little busy lately, isn’t she?”

Leo whines even louder and looks up at Ari.

“I said no, Leo. I need to finish breakfast and then we will go upstairs to surprise mommy. No more whining,” Ari points the knife he used to cut an apple for you at the dog. “Just a little longer. I know you are overprotective at the moment.”

Leo lies down, head resting on his large paws as he waits for your alpha to tell him to follow him upstairs. He huffs and whines but doesn’t get back up.

“You’re a good dog, Leo,” Ari rounds the kitchen counter to pat Leo’s head. “I’m almost done. Let me brew her some herbal tea and we can go upstairs.”

Leo suddenly jumps up at Ari to lick over your alpha’s face. “NO! STOP! BAD DOG!” Ari grumbles. “Don’t lick my face. Only mommy loves it when you do so.”

“Remember, no jumping at Y/N. No licking her face. No whining for attention. This is her day,” Ari tuts while walking toward your shared bedroom. “She needs all the love and kisses today.”

“Ari? Baby?” you call from the bedroom. “Where have you been so long?”

“I was downstairs to make breakfast,” Ari opens the door. “No! Leo…dammit!” He curses as Leo runs inside the bedroom. Your dog jumps onto the bed and drops the red rose in his mouth to get some cuddles.

“Aw, you got me a rose for Valentine’s day puppy,” you wrap your arms around Leo’s neck to hug him. “Good boy. I hope the rose didn’t cut you.”

“I removed the thorns before I gave it to him.”

While your husband rolls a serving trolley inside the bedroom, your dog nuzzles your neck and cheek. You giggle and laugh as Leo licks over your cheek too.

“I told you to not lick everyone’s face,” your alpha sighs deeply. “Well, at least mommy likes it.”

“Yes, I do,” you snicker. “Wait puppy. I got something for you too, Leo.” You lift your pillow to get the brand-new chewing toy you bought for your dog out. It’s a red heart and makes squeezing sounds. “See, mommy loves you too.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” your alpha slowly shoves the serving trolley toward the bed smiling as you expectantly look at the breakfast he prepared. “We’ve got heart-shaped eggs and toast, your favorite tea, fresh fruits, and heart-shaped cookies made with love.”

“Aw, alpha. That’s so awesome!” you clap your hands. “Puppy, did you help daddy?”

“The big boy was lying on the floor, whining for his mommy,” Ari laughs as Leo is happily chewing on the new toy you bought for him.

“Wait, that’s not all,” Ari hastily says. “I got the whole package, ma’am.” You giggle as Ari kneels in front of your side of the bed. He gets something out of the pocket of his pants.

“Ari, I told you I don’t need anything,” you cup his cheek with your right hand while you run your left hand over your belly. “You gave me everything I ever wanted, including Leo.”

“You love the dog more than me,” he grumbles but nuzzles your hand, nonetheless. “You’re lucky that you’re cute.”

“Come here, my big bear,” you open your arms and laugh as Ari immediately gets back up to wrap his arms around you. “Ari…you are suffocating me.”

“Uh-that’ll be an awful Valentine’s Day,” he sniffs at your neck. “Let’s have breakfast and then I’ll give you my gifts.”

“I got a gift for you too, alpha.”

Ari hums while happily nosing his way up and down your neck. He’s obsessed with scenting you since he got to know you’re expecting your first child.

Leo whines. He drops the chewing toy to nudge your side. The Leonberger sniffs at your belly, purring as he senses the baby inside of you.

“Leo, no! You can protect mommy from everyone but me,” your alpha tuts as Leo snarls in Ari’s direction. “We are a team; remember how we chased that stray alpha away?”

Ari and Leo lift their heads to look at each other. It seems like they are having a silent conversation.

“What is going on?” you watch Leo make space for Ari. Your dog lies to your feet, head toward the door to make sure he’ll see any intruder first. “Leo?”

“He’s in a protective mode now,” your alpha concludes. “Leo’s protecting our omega, is all. Don’t worry. It’s a pack thing.”

“A pack?” you giggle. “So…you and my dog are a pack now?”

“Of course,” Ari sits next to you. He gets the little box back out and opens it. “I got you something special.”

“A heart-shaped diamond pendant?” you look at the pendant in Ari’s hands. “I got so much jewelry, baby. You shouldn’t have gotten me more.”

“It’s my heart. I mean…uh…it symbolizes my heart,” he says. “I know you didn’t want more jewelry, but I asked them to make it for me. I want you to always remember that you own my heart, body, and soul, omega.”

“Aw, you’re my cute big puppy too,” you tease before you softly kiss his bearded cheek. “You have my heart, body, and soul too, alpha.”

“I know,” he grins. “You’re putty in my hands.”

“I got something for you too,” you push the covers off your body to kneel on the bed. “Do you want it?”

“Yeah…” he purrs low in his throat when you move your hand under the pillow again to get an ultrasound picture out. “What is it?”

“A surprise!”

“Show me, baby girl.”

Ari holds out his hand for the ultrasound picture, wrinkling his nose as he’s got problems seeing anything on the picture. “Uh…”

“Our pack will get even bigger than we thought,” you move closer to whisper in his ear. “You’re so good alpha, you put two pups inside of me.”

“TWO!”

Leo lifts his head and watches you crawl onto your alpha’s lap. Ari opens his mouth, gaping at your dog but struggles to get the words stuck in his throat out.

“I—we…two…”

“Yeah, two,” you nuzzle your face in his neck. “You’re a potent alpha. I knew it. My big bear got big sperms too…”

“Leo we must protect three from now on,” Ari whimpers. “What do we do now, buddy? Three! We…maybe we need another dog?!”

Leo gets up to move closer to you and your alpha. “Relax… Leo got this alpha…”

Tags in reblog.

#ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader #alpha!ari levinson x you #mobster!ari levinson #a/b/o #mafia au #fluff

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blinkpen · 5 months

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hmmm self motivational rambling yaaa

i will survive, i have such a passionate and surreal character-driven story to finish sculpting and share and i don't even want to get stupid rich off it, i don't want the kinds of algorithmic fame an investor would demand as a goal, i don't want the eyes on me specifically or whats the biggest household name starpower i can attach to myself, so much as i want the story to exist and finally be as concrete an expression it can be that exists outside of myself, as someone whose strange brain struggles to communicate outside the vehicle of their art, and feels outright alien at times, but in spite of it all, wants to have at least this method of interaction, and maybe even to be understood

i don't want it to exist just to eventually pump out merch and expanded universes and more merch and more of itself for its own sake,

i value the integrity of my work and what it has to say for itself, and i want to remain a recluse to a degree, like bill watterson, an inspiration in this regard

i want my work to inspire emotions and thoughts and self reflection, i want the horror to unsettle, but the resolutions to satisfy, i want it to tear into some and bring healing to others who might not have even known they needed it, to inspire other people to understand the strange, and inspire the strange to survive should that fail, and survive as kindly as we can manage, if we can manage it

but also survival can require throwing hands and we're not going to lie and pretend it doesn't bc this is written for Actual grown ups

another thing i want is to actually respect the intelligence and free will of my audience to form their own opinions; and of course, hope they recognize when i gave them these discussions about these characters and their actions intentionally, that some situations have ambiguity for a reason (another aspect of why i'd like to remain a recluse in a way is to avoid being treated as a combat summon in overheated headcanon battles, when a situation was clearly left ambiguous/up to the audience to sit n digest on purpose

bc it is indeed a whole lot about these characters and how they think and behave and navigate the nigh-apocalyptic obstacles they regularly face over the span of two particular characters' lives from basically the day they met onward, because there was, in fact, no era of their life boring enough to just skip or get reduced to flashback

so we dont see years of hardened characters with a hint of a soft side hidden away and then we learn why they're like that. i mean we get that for some, but largely, we are watching the hardening process (or the universe sure trying its absolute gosh darn fatherpegging best in that regard) happen in real time.

until you have to start worrying Which random ambiguously malevolent force of the week is going to be the camel's spine-breaking straw, possibly when they aren't even the biggest threat this quarter but entirely by chance of showing up when the wrong fucking character was in the wrong fucking mood for whatever Effect that creature has to cause havoc, and that's it

what would normally be the angsty backstory, be The story we watch unfold in real time. really getting the feel for the characters as multifaceted and carved into the shape they are by their experiences, vs just kind of popping out of the ground ready to fill the role they're in for the roster. like entire dynamics change and shift. characters have their opinions changed (or don't). some characters yoyo in some intentionally insufferable but believable ways. some you will be doomed to watch only ever get worse. not all of them! but some. and some aren't so much doomed to only ever get worse, but you'll probably start threatening to burn my house by the end if they don't catch a fucking break already, and the right when it seems like its time to get the flamethrower,

oh shit

a kitkat bar! just for them! fuck yeah [bites into it horizontal like its a square cookie to the absolute horror on onlookers]

yknow. stuff like that

also becoming friends and possibly making out with whatever the hot fresh minty hell this Thing is (her name is Mulu, and if applebee's existed in the setting, she'd love going there entirely because she'd like the imaginary bug conjured in her mind in response to hearing the name, and why yes, she would share a cup of sugar and/or Gender with you)

#sporadic warbling #oc babble #this work exists for me first n formost? but i also don't want people to only find it in full while clearing possessions once i bite it #i want to have a functional support network/the resources i need to prevent creator breakdown influencing things too much #dare we call it 'dodging henry darger'-core

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squeakadeeks · 23 days

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Hi Squeak! Do you have any tips/advice when sewing the collars for costumes? I’m making a jacket that has a collar similar to the one you made for stardust cookie, but I’m a little intimidated haha ;0;

oh heavens, to be honest collars are my least favorite thing to sew! So the collar on stardust is sort of a modified standup collar, one big thing to keep in mind is that if you want a collar like that to pop, you will likely need interfacing (especially if its very large or youre using a soft fabric). I used a medium weight iron-on interfacing for that collar.

outside of the structure, one thing that took me awhile to learn if you are drafting the pattern from scratch is that collars like that need to curve, you dont want a straight band...but you also dont want a full cone either, lest you end up with a veterinary cone look. For something that stands up, a shape like this works well. For cartoon effects I often give the edges more pronounced in a ""dracula"" sort of fashion.

Something important about collars is doing them in the right order too, which can depend on if your garment is lined or not. For stardust the cape was unlined, so I assembled the collar completely, interfacing and right sides sewn together with the bottom left open. since collars have a lot of points and curves, trimming the corners and excess fabric is pretty important. I love pinking shears for this.

the biggest issue with collars is neatness. I can struggle with fit and not getting things to pucker/bubble, but in theory so long as everything was measured before putting it in, all that would entail is maybe taking multiple passes at attaching the collar until things lay smooth/pinning the bajesus out of it. Usually with a collar, what I do is assemble both right sides/fashion layers/outside layers together first (so the inside layer of the collar is still loose at this point). and then fold the back layer over by pressing with an iron (you can even use hair straighteners for this sometimes! I do that for really small, awkward folds), and go back over the seam with a stitch in the ditch to catch the bottom layer and tack it down.

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