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reodashi · 8 months

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BNHA Smells

M.list

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Deku - Smells like Spreamint and Lime, it's not strong... But subtle freshness.

Bakugo - He's evil... Unintentionally. He Smells so good, like cinnomin rolls and cookies, but he hates when people get too close.

Todoroki - Subtle lavender from his clothes, and subtle vanilla from his shampoo.

Kirishima - Axe... I love him... But it's axe body spray 100%

Iida - Fresh books, pencils, and oddly cranberries... No one asks why though.

Denki - Probably the second best smelling guy in 1-A, Smells like pumpkin spice and Apple cider... He's aware of it too.

Sero - Very subtle Smells, not strong at all... But vague fresh bread scent.

Uraraka - You know she smells good, she smells like berries, frosting, and candy.

Asui - Grass... It's not bad though. She just smells like fresh cut grass.

Momo - Fancy ass perfume, costed her like 200 bucks just to smell vaguely like vanilla and cocoa powder.

Jiro - I mean this in the best possible way, but basement... Not grungy or gross, but just that nice rustic smell basements give.

Tokoyami - He got a candle named 'Death' which smells of blackberries and coconut. He's emo and berrylicious.

Shoji - Bamboo, Campfires, and Rain... All depending on the day.

Ojiro - Freshly vacuumed carpet, and if he's felling fancy he uses citrus body wash.

Hagakure - Fruity cereals, strawberry milk, and occasionally hazelnuts.

Aoyama - Everyone say it with me! 👏 Jasmine👏 Starbucks👏 and cake batter👏

Sato - Duh, flour, cake, fresh pastries, and Gingerbread.

Koda - This one is hard... He either smells like a summer garden or farm hay...

Mineta - B.O. which he says is his natural musk. And sometimes tries to hide it with axe.

Aizawa - Apple pie, fireplaces, and fresh blankets. He Smells cozy.

Allmight - He Smells like pubs... Even though he doesn't got there often... He also smells a bit like blood.

Endeavor - He Smells like charcoal, gasoline, and arrogance. He Smells like he tries to hard, which is ironic since he didn't even try hard to become #1 hero since it was just handed to him after Allmight. 👀 And never tried hard to be a good dad👀

Present Mic - He Smells like fresh technology, you know when you unbox a phone and it smells similar to a fresh phone... It's like that.

Miss Midnight - She smells like Jasmine, aphrodiacs, and rose petals... Very flirty scents.

Nezu - Hamster food and coffee... I said what needed to be said.

Eri - She smells like candy stores, carnival sweets, and fresh plushies.

Hawks - He's a mix... His breath is minty fresh, his hair smells like masculine cologne, but his clothes smell like leather even though they aren't made from leather.

Mirko - *the lingering affection from simps* Jk... Sort of. She smells like protein shakes, new shoes, and carrot cake.

Shinso - Tea, coffee, energy drinks... Anything he consumes that helps him stay awake really...

Shigiraki - I know he smells dusty, he smells like mothballs, alleyways, and Walmart 100%

Toga - She smells like blood, I mean it's inevitable due to her quirk. Other than blood, she smells like cheap makeup, like the really chemically smelling stuff.

Dabi - *Daddy issues and burnt* He smells like hot summer days, peanut butter, and bleach due to his hair dye.

Twice - Beer, cigetettes, fresh pavement, and depression.

Overhaul - He smells fine, he smells like chalk and tree bark... But his mask smells NASTY, the bitch never cleans it.

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#bnha #bnha denki #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha smut #anime #anime and manga #bnha smau #bnha fic #bnha headcannons #bnha hcs #bnha hawks #bnha memes #my hero academia #mha

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hsr-texts · 8 months

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find your cinderella

꒰‧₊˚✩彡‧꒱ ┊ ━━━━ chapter two

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ♡ɞ ┊ streamer!reader x mystery hsr character ꒱

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ♡ɞ ┊ otome event ꒱

꒰ ☰ WORD COUNT ┊1.5k ꒱

꒰ ☰ DESCRIPTION ┊ ━━ When you do an unboxing livestream for your subsribers, you find an invite to an exclusive event called the "Find Your Cinderella" masquerade gala where you are guaranteed to find your supposed true love, as a rather enthusiastic manager told you. ꒱

꒰ ☰ NOTES ┊hooray it's finally here! and also we get some cameos hehe ꒱

previously ┊masterlist

After seeing the results of the poll, you decided to set up your stream and waiting for the stream to fill up with people.

You grinned at the camera and greeted them, “Hey guys! Due to popular demand, I’m gonna be playing Freya’s Gate 5 for this stream.”

Before turning to play the game already, you noticed some text pop up in the corner of your screen.

“User130 donated 100 credits and left a note: Congrats on getting invited to the FYC Gala! I hope you have a fun time :)”

A grin pulled at your lips. “Thank you so much for the support, User130! And I hope you’re having a great day!”

This specific account has been a long supporter of your career as a streamer. They’ve been regularly sending donations biweekly. Even though they weren’t big amounts, you appreciated how long they’ve supported you even when you were just starting out.

“Alright, let’s get to playing! I’m planning to finish the main storyline here, maybe play some multiplayer with a few friends, and grind some exp to make sure I don’t like, get my ass beaten by the final boss,” you narrated what you were planning for that session, “I should probably level up some equipment too so battles won’t be as hard.”

You continued playing, going through the plot and reacting to it with your viewers. A few laughs here, a comment there, then the occasional “pause the game and then discuss your theory with your viewers” moment.

Taking up streaming was a good idea now that you thought of it. Playing games alone just didn’t feel as fun without someone to enjoy it with you.

Oh.

Another player was requesting to play with you.

You checked the ID.

“GGSWolf”

Your eyes lit up, recognising one of your friends. You clicked “Accept” immediately.

Her avatar popped up next to yours after a moment of loading. Yeah, your lag hasn’t been too good lately but hopefully once you finished setting up your new PC, it’ll be running as smoothly as a hot knife sliding down soft butter.

“Hey,” GGSWolf spoke into voicechat when she entered your world. Although you weren’t entirely sure who she was, you could tell she sounded quite young. Was she a highschooler, maybe?

“Hey, Wolfie!” You greeted, grinning.

“You need carrying? I saw you’re almost about to fight the boss.” Her voice seemed quite nonchalant, like this was about as easy as breathing for her. Sometimes you were envious of her skill when it came to games.

“Yeah! I just need to farm some mats to ascend my Grande so that I can cheese the final boss with the Airstrike Technique.”

“Good idea.”

The two of you entered the dungeon that had the best drop rate for the harp fragments that you needed. It started out great but…

“STILL NO DROPS?!” You exclaimed in frustration, looking at the loot you got for finishing the dungeon quest.

You could hear a soft pop from Wolfie’s mic. Seemed like she was chewing on bubblegum this whole time. “Wow, did all your luck run out after you got that invitation to the Gala?” She commented.

Groaning, you rested your head on your desk. “Maybe…”

“Yeah, my coworkers got invited too. One of them didn’t want to go but our boss said it was mandatory so he ended up accepting the invite too.”

You raised your head, confused. “Wait I thought you were a highschooler.”

“I’m older than that, dummy.”

You checked the chat and saw that they were just laughing at your sudden terrible luck.

“Hey you guys are such MEANIES!” You gasped in mock hurt. But then you turned back to your game, “So do you think I’ll be meeting your coworkers there?”

She hummed. “Well, the first one’s got a pretty distinct personality but the dude is about as social as a rock. You might come across him once or twice. The other one is more chill but she’s got a bit of a sadistic streak.”

“Ohh I see.” Considering the rules of the masquerade, you couldn’t actually find the identities of the other participants. You supposed that the event organiser wanted the event to stay true to the theme of Cinderella.

"Well, since clearly your luck is terrible right now, I can trade you some harp fragments,” Wolfie said. “I need some sword fragments. Prefarming for the new paladin.”

“Oh my god, you’re a lifesaver, Wolfie!” You exclaimed joyously, immediately right-clicking on her avatar and pressing the trade button on the dropdown menu.

She accepted the request and the two of you traded your materials.

Since you still needed more harp fragments, the two of you ended up grinding the dungeon for a couple more runs until you could ascend your Grande.

Bright colors flashed repeatedly on a screen, spelling out the word “JACKPOT”

The casino was lively as ever. The food was delicious, the fine decor provided a luxurious ambiance, and most importantly, adrenaline and pleasure rushed through the air as people lost themselves to the depravity of gambling.

The person grinned, looking at the screen. “Hehe, my luck is wonderful as usual. Praise Aha that I have such luck.”

A woman dressed in office clothing approached her with a device. “Sugo, we received a new report from the folks in the lab.”

They turned to her. “Oh?”

“It’s about the anomaly.”

“Ah, yes, yes, why don’t we discuss this somewhere private?” They collected their earnings from the slot machine and placed all of it in their pocket. One would wonder how they managed to fit such a huge pile into a tiny pocket but perhaps that was just one of the many mysteries of the entity.

The event organiser led her to a private lounge reserved for VIPs. They sat down at opposite sides of each other.

“So what exactly did you want to say?” Sugo asked, taking their mask off. Their eyes flashed with intrigue.

The woman nodded. “Yes, we run a few simulations between the anomaly and other participants one by one. Out of all of them, we found what could be their best match.”

Sugo grinned, quite pleased with this news. “Oh, how wonderful. I can’t wait to see if they’ll naturally gravitate to their best match or end up getting the wrong person, hehe.” They hummed. “But unfortunately we’ll have to cut this scene short.”

“Huh…?” The woman was confused.

“They’re watching us after all. I can’t give out spoilers so soon!”

After that was all done, Wolfie excused herself and left, saying she had to play another game due to maintenance being over. Apparently there was a new update and she really wanted the new banner character.

You decided to end the stream there, telling your viewers you’ll just beat the final boss on the next stream since farming materials for Grande took so long with your terrible luck. A pity.

After turning your setup off, you suddenly realised you forgot to do your groceries for the week. “Aw crap,” you spoke to yourself, going to check your pantry for what you needed.

You typed down your grocery list real quick and dressed up in casual clothes, taking your wallet and placing it in your pocket.

The afternoon sun shone down on you as you walked towards the grocery store. It was quite a stroke of luck that it wasn’t too far from your home. Going to buy stuff you needed didn’t take too long; Though, thinking about it now, perhaps the convenience of having a store so close by meant that you wouldn’t have to think about buy groceries much and that’s why you often forgot to do them.

Ah, well, it wasn’t too big of a deal.

You walked into the store, feeling the air-conditioned air hit your face. How pleasant.

Taking a cart, you made your way to the aisles where you could get the stuff you needed. However, on the way there, you spotted a familiar person.

They turned around and immediately noticed you, eyes lighting up. “Hey, funny running into you here, huh?” Your friend commented, chuckling. “You’ve been pretty busy with your streams, haven’t you? How’ve you been?”

You smiled in return. “I’m doing great! I actually got an invite to this super cool event called the Find Your Cinderella Gala,” you told them.

“Oh right! I actually saw the news on Trotter. Turns out there’s a whole bunch of celebs joining the event. You’re super lucky!” They responded. “I hope you have fun. Make sure to send me some updates and gossip after, yeah?”

“Heh, sure,” you chuckled.

Your friend nodded, satisfied with your answer. “Though, speaking of celebs, I recently got these tickets to a concert. You wanna go with? A bunch of friends are really excited since they like this band a lot.”

You considered it for a moment. It’s been a while since you were able to go to a concert. Maybe it’ll be good for you since you’ve sorta been cooped up in your house, making content for your fans.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #dan heng x reader #welt x reader #luocha x reader #gepard x reader #sampo x reader #blade x reader

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weirdthingskid · 6 months

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Quotes from my favorite Odd Squad character!

In no particular order...

"And I was starting to think we didn't have anything in common!"

"Pencil room."

"I ate a lot of garlic bread! 😀 So. Much. Garlic bread... 😦"

"Argh! Too slow!"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Well, there was this one time in Paris- never mind. Just zap us."

"aaaaAAAAAHHHHH-"

The rest is under a read more because this is long

"I don't use them! I just make 'em! GO WOLF PACK-"

"I like you." "I like me too :)"

"Oh. So you're that guy..." (NOT romantic!)

"Whoops. I've been working out a ton."

"First of all, I don't think you're fixing that desk..."

"No no no, you see, I said the opposite-"

"I'm starting a dirt farm in New Mexico."

"...too slow again."

"I have an idea." (Stares off into space w/o elaborating) "Are you going to tell me what it is?" "Oh, uh, yes, follow me."

"I made a wax figure of myself!"

"What are you doing?" "Destroying a gadget. I need the parts to build other gadgets, and destroying this one will be good fun. aaAAAHH-"

"I'm so bad at goodbyes. I always talk too much. See, I'm doing it right now!"

"But what happens when your Oonabot becomes smarter you, takes over your life while the actual, real Oona is out getting lunch?" "Uh, what's going on?" *RUNS*

"It's like my hands are covered in butter! Nervous butter, not tasty..."

"I CAN'T STOP DROPPING THINGS!!!"

"Help... me..."

"Take a look at my calculator-inator!" "That's a regular calculator." "Just--just LET ME HAVE THIS ONE!!"

This girl is not sane seriously

"Therefore, while destroying this gadget is likely a mistake, it'll probably be the best decision of my life, so if everyone will please stand back, this sound is likely to be loud! AAAAAHHHH-" (crash)

"Well uh, see you later!" "What? No!" (drags her backwards)

"All I know is that I can't see color anymore. But that was okay, cause I just bonk the back of my head and bam! I can see color again!"

"I also programmed her to laugh at all my jokes." "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" "She doesn't really know what jokes are!" "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" "I'll... turn that feature off now." "Ha-ha-ha-ha-"

"I made this one if I want a healthy snack. I just reach into her ear, a carrot, and I can make ranch dressing come out of her nose!"

"Wait..." (hits her head) "Color went out again."

"Ohlm, please leave my lab."

"And now that I control all scientists, I shall be the one to rule the world! MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! Joking. Joking. So joking. I'm gonna smash these!"

"🎵 Everything's cooool..."

"🎶 Everything's gonna be fiiine!" "Please stop singing."

"I thought I might record this if I'm doing... less well... but yeah, like she said, I'm coo-"

"🎶 Everything's not coool..."

"Let the unboxing begin! I love the sound when you rip open tape! Sounds so good. Ooh, crinkly! Box inside a box, pretty cool..."

"Let the unboxing begin again! I love the sound when you rip open tape! Sounds so good. Ooh, crinkly! Box inside a box, pretty cool..."

"You can destroy that thing." "Crush it." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH-" (thump)

#odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #oona #oona odd squad #agent oona #by far my favorite character in this zany show #some of these quotes are better when you actually hear the *way* she says them-#-rather than reading it. The quote about the desk and the singing in particular #Also every time I tried to end this I remembered another quote I liked #I'll probably remember something the moment I press post #Anyways yeah #favorite characters #Oona appreciation #Weirdquoteskid #Actually correct quotes #Haha #weird tag rambles kid #oops im tag rambling again

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moonshotsx · 1 year

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there was nothing left but the scent of a flower - sashnetra (flower shop au)

tattoo artist and the flower shop owner, a tale as old as time

"Uh, it looks like someone finally bought up the old store".

Sasha lifted her eyes from the flower arrangement she was working on when she heard her apprentice speak.

"Really?"

"A tattoo shop? That's interesting, pretty sure it's the first one in this area," Marcia continued, "Oh! Is that a duckling as a logo? That's so cute!"

"A duck as a tattoo shop logo? That's a first," Sasha commented with a chuckle, her attention back towards the job at hand. She had a few hours to finish it before the client was supposed to pick it up.

"It's got a scar over one of its eyes, to be fair, very intimidating," Marcia teased before her attention was captured by someone walking out of the shop, "Oh my god, is that the new owner? She's hot!"

That caught Sasha's attention as well.

She quickly made her way to the window where Marcia had been standing, sneaking a look over the tall apprentice.

Marcia didn't lie. A stunning brunette was just outside the building in just a white tank top and jeans. She was too far away to properly get a look at her features, but Sasha was enjoying the view regardless.

The way her muscles flexed as the mysterious woman leaned to clean the window was making her all-

"I know she's hot, but you can stop drooling on my shoulder, Sash," Marcia's voice brought her back to reality, realizing just how long she had been staring with her mouth open.

"Mind your business, girlie," she hit Marcia's shoulder playfully only prompting a laugh from the latter.

"Yes, mom," she showed her tongue before adding, "You should go greet her, you're the owner here, isn't that good etiquette?"

"We are far too busy today with all those deadlines just days away, we have at least twenty more orders to satisfy just today," Sasha reasoned as she made her way back to the flower arrangement she had been working on.

"C'mon, how long it's going to take you to say hi to her? I'll cover up for you," Marcia showed off her impeccable smile that only made the florist more suspicious.

"You being so adamant about me meeting with the new tattoo shop owner surely has nothing to do with how you were telling me to 'please get laid, you've been so stressed that I can cut your tension with a butter knife'?" Sasha made air quotes with her fingers as she repeated their conversation from the week prior.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Marcia said in a sing-song tone, twirling around to the register.

Sasha narrowed her eyes, slightly shaking her head, "You're something else, Marsh," she exhaled loudly, "But, fine, I'll go greet her once I'm done with this arrangement. You'll take care of the register and the three clients that are supposed to pick up their orders this afternoon, got it?".

"Works for me," Marcia gave her the thumb's up before skipping her way to the back to get the already finished flower arrangements, a smirk plastered on her face.

Once left alone, Sasha sighed again, "I'm not that desperate to get laid, am I?"

Just a little over an hour later, Sasha found herself in front of the tattoo shop's door as she was greeted with an embossed logo on the glass and the sign 'We're Open!'.

She checked herself out for a moment on the window before walking inside, the sound of a tiny bell ringing to announce her arrival.

"Hello?"

It was clear the shop was still finishing up the last details before an official opening. Some framed pictures and artworks were leaning against the freshly unboxed furniture, ready to be nailed to the rich purple walls.

The only thing already hung up was a neon version of the duck logo Marcia had been talking about, quite the statement piece, Sasha might add.

Her snooping around was interrupted by a muted thud coming from under the desk, followed by a muttered curse.

"Are you alright, baby?" Sasha asked as she furrowed her brows.

At first only two eyes peeked from the check-in desk, one of them sporting a scar similar to the one of the duckling.

"Yep, all fine, just caught me a bit off guard while I was connecting a few cables for the computer here," the brunette from earlier started explaining and Sasha couldn't help but be fixated on her beauty.

The ticking of the wall clock laying on the couch in the entrance of the shop filled the silence left for a few moments before the tattoo artist spoke up again.

"Oh, wait, I didn't introduce myself," she blurted out, "Sorry, my mind has been all over the place, "Hi! I'm Anetra, welcome to the 'Lost Duckling' tattoo shop. How can I help you out?"

Sasha shook the extended hand, taking in the roughness of Anetra's hand and loving it.

"I'm Sasha, I own the flower shop right in front of your shop? 'Mother Flower'?" She replied with a soft smile, "I just wanted to properly welcome you in to the neighborhood".

"Oh, yeah, I saw it when I was checking out the place, you did a wonderful job with it. Even from the outside, it looks like a flower paradise!"

"I'm liking what you've done so far with your place too, 'Lost Duckling', you said?"

Anetra blushed, "Yeah, I just put together a childhood obsession with ducks and the story of my life to come up with that," she let out a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of her head.

"I never felt like I belonged growing up, you know being mixed at first, then coming out didn't help," she continued explaining herself, "So, I kind of always felt like a lost duckling trying to find my way in the world, you know?"

Before Sasha had any time to reply, Anetra shook her head, "God, I'm so sorry, trauma dumping on a first meeting isn't the best look," she whined before adding, "It's just... you got a calming aura about you, I feel like I can tell you everything," she blurted out, only to be stopped by Sasha's had on hers.

"It's okay," Sasha said, "You're not the first one to tell me that. I'm glad you feel safe around me," she paused, "I really hope that you'll find your place one day".

Anything more she wanted to add was stopped in its tracks when her phone started ringing.

Sasha looked down to see the number of one of her clients, she knew she had to answer.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Anetra. Feel free to come by the shop any time," Sasha waved the brunette goodbye before answering her phone, "Hi, this is Sasha Colby, how can I help you?".

Anetra watched as Sasha exited her shop, giving her a tiny wave before the door closed behind her.

"Yeah, I think I might have found my place," she muttered to herself with a smile.

#fic prompt #sashnetra #flower shop au

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goblinbugthing · 1 year

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Gentle Angel — Metagala Oneshot

The air was cool and breezy, typical of winter in southwestern Dreamland. A large group of people were gathered around a giant Christmas tree, right in the center of the Cappy Village plaza. There were Waddle Dees, Cappies, and friends from many different planets, ranging from Earthfall to Halcandra — his royal majesty King Dedede was there as well, along with his subordinates.

Hundreds of gifts were stacked up around the tree’s base, lit up with shimmering glittery ornaments and bright Christmas lights and other such decorations. The atmosphere was full of joy, happiness, and Christmas cheer.

Before they knew it, it was time to open all the gifts. Everyone got what was gifted to them; toys, tools, clothes, snacks, among many other things. Kirby could barely hold himself together. He loved getting gifts from his friends and family, especially from Meta Knight and Galacta Knight, and this year, they got a bunch for him!

As the others had finished opening their presents, the only ones left were for those living at Castle Dedede. Fumu and Bun went to grab theirs, Kirby got his, Meta and Galacta gave their gifts to each other, and Dedede decided he would open his last. For the moment, he sat back and simply watched the villagers enjoy their Christmas afternoon. Bandana Dee stood by his side, and conversed with him casually.

Fumu got art supplies for the most part, as well as a calligraphy set, and various other things. But got an electric guitar, an amplifier, a skateboard, and many other little trinkets. They loved their gifts from the bottom of their hearts. They thanked the givers, and continued on doing their own things, conversing with friends, and using their new items.

Kirby opened his gifts quickly. One of his favourite things about Christmas was ripping off the wrapping paper and unboxing his presents. He absolutely adored surprises. The first two gifts was from Fumu — she got them a large tin of butter cookies, and a hand-sewn sweater. They put it on immediately, thanking her profusely. The next two were from Bun — he got them a ton of candy from the local sweets shop, and a duo set of action figures so they could play together. They thanked him, hugging him, and even gave some of his snacks to him!

From Dedede, he got food and toys. From Bandana Dee, he got food, toys, and a spear. From Hano, he got food, toys, art supplies, and a full set of armour! From Meta Knight, he got food, toys, custom hand-made clothes, and a pastel-pink-and-gold sword! From Galacta Knight, he got food, an old white-and-gold Dimensional Cape (that Galacta apparently used to own himself), and an alarming amount of weapons, ranging from simple hammers to actual firearms. Meta Knight was… very concerned, to say the least.

Now it was time for Meta and Galacta to open their gifts to each other. It took a bit of convincing, but Meta eventually decided to open his first. “Go on, open ‘em up, Candy!” Galacta said, seeming impatient. Meta chuckled at his behaviour, and opened the first gift. It was a golden chain necklace with multicoloured gems, jewels, and crystals attached to it. “Wow. This is… gorgeous. Where did you get this?” he asked, holding the jewelry in his clawed hands. “Used to be mine,” Galacta responded with a bright smile. “It doesn’t really fit my style anymore, and I figured you’d like it, so I gave it to you. Same for this one.” He handed Meta another present. It was smaller in size. He opened it carefully, making sure not to tear the black-and-gold wrapping paper. It was a bracelet of similar composition.

“They used to go together,” Galacta said, gently taking hold of Meta’s hand. “Put them on. They’d look good on ya.” His expression was soft and full of love. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he was this happy; it must’ve been eons ago.

Meta did as his lover requested, and put on the golden jewelry. He was very correct, it seems — he looked absolutely stunning. Galacta’s smile only grew wider. “I was right,” he said. “Fits you better than they did me.” Meta shook his head. “They’d look just as wonderful on you, Angel,” he said before picking up the last gift Galacta got him. It was a great bit larger than the others. “Goodness, that is quite a size difference.”

“That’s what—“

“Hush.”

Meta crouched down and laid the gift horizontally on the ground, gently peeling off the tape that held the paper together. After removing the wrapping paper, he opened the box in which he presumed the gift was contained. He used his claw to slice through the tape, and unfolded the cardboard flaps, pulling out the present.

It was a guitar case.

“Woah.”

Galacta smiled wider.

“You— no way. You got me— you— Angel, you got me a new guitar?” Meta said, genuinely surprised. Galacta nodded. “Yep,” he said. “Had enough extra cash to buy it for ya. I also made you a custom pick, I put it in one of the pockets.” Meta stood up and pulled Galacta into a hug. “Thank you so much Angel! God, I’ve been wanting one of these, but I don’t get paid enough to fund both my caffeine addiction and a guitar… thank you so much, again!” Galacta hugged him back. “No problem, Candy.”

Meta pulled away. “Now it’s time for you to open your presents, doll.” Galacta turned his head, flustered by the nickname. “‘Doll’?” he echoed. Had he not had any fur, his blush would’ve been very visible. “What, do you not like it?” Meta asked. “I won’t call you that if it makes you uncomfortable—“

Galacta interrupted him before he could finish his nervous rambles. “No, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect that. You can keep calling me ‘doll’. It’s sweet,” he said, grinning happily. “Anyway, the gifts. Which one first?”

“I don’t mind,” Meta responded, pulling his coat up on his face a bit higher in order to warm up. “Any one you want.” Galacta shrugged and turned to the three gift boxes. He decided to open the largest one first.

He pulled the box out from underneath the other two. It was rectangular in shape, wrapped in red wrapping paper highlighted with gold and silver. A multicoloured gold-and-black bow was stuck on the top left corner. Galacta pulled it off, looking at it for a few moments before sticking it on Meta’s exposed forehead. “Oh my god, best gift ever! A hot boyfriend!” he joked, and Meta laughed in response. “You’re such a dork,” he said through chuckles. “No you,” Galacta responded with a smile before turning back to the present.

He kneeled down, and adjusted the gift’s position so that it was upright. He haphazardly pulled the tape off, accidentally ripping the paper in the process, but he didn’t necessarily care. He continued opening the gift until the box was revealed. It was platinum white, with a few hand-painted designs of the front, seeming to resemble snowflakes and stars. There was some text too, and to his surprise, Galacta could actually read it. It was written in the standard Galactic alphabet.

“Merry Christmas, my Angel. I love you,” it read, in shockingly neat handwriting.

“Candy, did you write that?” he asked. Meta nodded. “Yep. My Mama taught me how to write in standard Galactic.” Galacta looked back and forth between Meta and the gift box with a huge, dopey smile on his face. “Oh my lord, I love you so much.”

After a moment, he cut through the tape with his claw and opened the box, revealing… fabric?

It seemed to be some sort of clothing, mostly black with silver and golden stitching. He lifted the cloth and unfolded it, revealing it to be a jacket. It was lined with silky gold on the edges, with embroidered stars falling from the shoulder seam in shades of gold and silver. The buttons mimicked each phase of the moon. “Oh, this is so cool,” Galacta said, admiring the work. “I made it myself,” Meta spoke up. “All hand-sewn. I also made the buttons.” Galacta looked at him, eyes shimmering. “You made all of this by yourself? Candy. Oh my lord, you are the best.”

Meta smiled. “There’s more, Angel,” he said, gesturing to the now opened box which still had items inside. Galacta looked back at it, folding the jacket and setting it onto the box Meta’s guitar came in. He took the next item, letting it fall unfolded.

It was a long lace-sleeved turtleneck shirt, completely black aside from embroidered silver-and-gold stars and roses, as well as a bleach-painted drawing of a full moon on the front, and a new moon painted on the back. Galacta was awestruck, and his jaw dropped in amazement. He whispered something in a different language, presumably Galactic, before speaking directly to Meta. “Candy, this is incredible. Did you make this too?” he asked, still admiring the artistry. “Mhmm. All of these gifts are hand-made by me. It’s Draconic tradition — giving loved ones presents made by hand. I’m sure you’re aware.”

Galacta chuckled, completely at a loss for words. Meta knew full well that he loved it — he didn’t even need to say anything much. His expressions told him everything.

He set down the shirt on top of his jacket and pulled out the last thing from the box. It was a pair of pants, composed similarly to the jacket. The cuffs and waistline had silky gold lining, and stars and roses were embroidered, falling from the waistline and growing from the cuffs. The midnight black fabric was soft and warm, perfect for the winters of Dreamland. “Awesome,” he said, standing up and twisting the pants around in his grasp, studying the back, which perfectly mirrored the front, save for two roses embroidered in gold on the back pockets.

He folded the item back up and set it down with the rest of the outfit, then hugging Meta. “Thank you, Candy. This means a lot.” He hugged him back, kissing his cheek before responding. “You’re welcome, Angel. Remember, though, you still have two more gifts.” Galacta suddenly pulled away. “Oh, right!” he exclaimed, walking back to the two remaining boxes. He went straight for the second largest, moving the small box off of its top. He sliced through the top of the wrapping paper with his claw, no longer caring if he ripped it or not. It didn’t really matter, anyway.

He opened the box containing the gift, and found various different accessories. 10 bracelets, 10 necklaces, 4 belts, 10 sets of earrings, 15 keychains… multiple little additions to his outfits. “Oh. My. Lord. Candy, you have outdone yourself completely,” he said, lifting a couple bracelets out of the box and putting them on. “You made all of these completely by yourself? You’re crazy, babe.” “No, not completely on my own,” Meta said, folding his arms inside his coat. “Mama helped me out. She is the blacksmith, after all.” Galacta hummed and nodded. “Ah, alright. Now it’s time for the last one… this tiny li’l’ thing.” He picked up the final, smaller box. It fit perfectly in his hand. He turned it around slightly, looking at the bottom so he could pull the tape away, revealing the present.

It was a black velvet box, with a golden rose on the lid. “Oh.” Galacta moved to hold it in both hands. “That’s a bit… underwhelming. It’s pretty, though.” Meta shook his head. “No, no, look inside,” he spoke with a light chuckle. The warrior looked back at the small box, contemplating for a second, and attempted to open it.

…

It didn’t budge.

“Uh.” He tried again. Still, it didn’t open. “Candy, it’s not opening.”

Meta sighed quietly, ending it in a soft giggle. “Hold on, give it to me,” he said, walking up to him and reaching out to take the box. Galacta reluctantly handed it over, and Meta positioned his hands so that his right was holding the bottom of the box, and his left was pinching the lid between his index and thumb. “You have to squeeze the sides, like this,” he explained kindly, doing as he instructed.

He opened the box slowly, and seemingly out of nowhere, he crouched down.

“Huh?”

The small box opened to reveal a velvety red inside, with something small and shiny placed carefully in the center.

It was a ring.

The body of it was silver and braided, with small diamonds adorning it. On the very top was a small, purple-black stone of obsidian.

Galacta was speechless.

All surrounding citizens went silent

“Galacta Knight,” Meta began.

“You have been here on Popstar for over a year. For eight months, we have been together, as romantic partners. It hasn’t been exactly long, but still — every time I see you, I fall more in love with you. You, my gentle angel, mean the world to me — no, the entire galaxy. I love you more than the night sky, a blue moon, the dawn sunrise. I love you more than anything. Therefore, I ask you…

Will you be mine, by my side, for the rest of eternity in marriage?”

Galacta didn’t say anything for a while. He was surprised. He did not expect this in the slightest. A proposal? This was the last thing he expected from today. In fact, he never thought he’d ever marry again! He figured that, even after the crystallization wore off, he would never even find someone to love him.

And yet, here he was, standing in front of a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, with his lover of eight months crouched down in front of him, ring box in his hand.

In truth, it took him a bit to properly register what was happening. But even when he finally did, he could only say one word.

“Yes.”

Applause and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Meta stood, letting Galacta fall into his embrace. He couldn’t remember the last time he was happy; it was likely before his crystallization. He didn’t want to let go, but he did, so his love could put the ring on his finger.

It was a perfect fit, and it looked absolutely wonderful with the rest of his outfit.

The two went right back into each other’s arms, and the surrounding citizens clapped and shouted, congratulating the soon-to-be married couple.

Kirby, Fumu, Bun, Memu, Parm, Bandana Dee, all of the Halberd crew, and even King Dedede himself were clapping up a storm. Everyone was cheering for the couple as the sun slowly began to set, making a truly beautiful scene.

This was truly the best Christmas of all.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everyone! Especially my fellow metagala enthusiasts :}

I hope you have a good day today. See ya next time I decide to binge reblog!! :} :D :} :D

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tea-moon-ster · 1 year

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The Prince and his Frogs

This is so random bc I haven't seen The Princess and the Frog in years. But Leo Knut loves that movie and I will die on this hill. It has New Orleans, a kitchen lover and a dream unlikely to be true (and in Coast to Coast Leo reveals he was dead set on hiding his sexuality for his whole career. But!!! Look at him go!!! Two whole boyfriends!!!)

So here you have it, Leo being emotional about some Disney movie and Lo and Finn being the bestest boyfriends. Enjoy.

When Leo gets a package from home, memories from his childhood arise. Especially from an old stuffed animal. Turns out, life did grant his one wish.

this universe and characters belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove

It was an understatement to say that, for Leo, coming to Gryffindor, had been an adjustment. Everything was different from his home, and even if the first few months had been the hardest, even now, three years into the NHL, he found he still missed home. He missed his mother's cooking and his father falling asleep on his armchair while the match was on TV, but insisting he was list’in’. And in October, when the days became shorter and the weather harsher, he missed the mild, humid heat of Louisiana, that would last well into December.

He tried not to make a big deal out of it, but he felt a pang in his chest every time something reminded him of home. Finn and Logan were supportive as hell, and would listen to him whenever it became a little too much. But that, too, stung: Finn and Logan hadn’t felt homesick as he did when they’d begun their career. Before Gryff, they’d been to college; also, the weather wasn’t too different from their homeplaces, and they weren’t as far as he was from his parents. Leo wouldn’t admit it, but being an only child, and hence having been at the center of his parents’ attention for his whole life, made it all harder.

For all these reasons, Leo did a little wiggly dance as he placed the just-arrived package, full of tape and with his mother elegant handwriting on the side, on the kitchen table. He was smiling maniacally. Sometimes his parents would send a package from home, with some of his old things and others he couldn’t find there. He found it helped a bit with homesickness, and he had been waiting for the doorbell to ring since, a week prior, his father had sent him a blurry picture of the post office in NOLA with too many smiling emojis and thumbs up.

“There it is.”

Leo smiled at Logan, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, smiling softy at him. Finn appeared a moment later, his reading glasses still on and yawning as he stretched. He also noticed the box and smiled.

“Is it time for another episode of Peanut unpacking Packs? Butter unboxing Boxes?”

“Seems like it” Leo replied while cutting the huge amount of tape with a knife. He had to turn the box around a few times to open it and huffed. “Is it me or this is bigger than the last ones?” Logan nodded, hands on his hips and studying the package.

“Eloise and Wyatt really don’t mess around” Finn stated with a low, impressed whistle, stepping closer.

“That thing is as big as me,” said Logan.

A smirk appeared on Finn’s face. “Baby, I wouldn’t say as big as you. Maybe you wanna try, shmol, as you, -”

“Vas te faire.”

“Dunno, guys, mama just said that there were a few things that maybe I’d like here with me”, Leo interrupted the bickering. He felt a shiver thinking of his parents strolling around his room, looking for things to send. What if they had found compromising things? Gosh, had they hidden the lube from last summer?

“Okay, so, unboxing blog. Get it, butter.” Logan and Finn took place on the kitchen counter, smiling at him and waiting for their own personal show to begin. Leo smiled back, his heart racing at his boyfriends, always so supportive and excited about the things that he loved. He really had hit the jackpot. He opened the box and started grabbing the closest things. He cleared his throat dramatically and started the review.

“Starting strong, a few mixes of spices from the local market.” Oh yes, that he missed. He meticulously read the labels, nodding approvingly as he placed them on the table.

“Because Walmart doesn’t have paprika” Logan commented.

“It’s different and you know it!”

Finn laughed. “Go on!”

“Aw, my Nana’s recipe book. Definitely gonna try it out this week.” He hid a smug smile as his boys threw fists in the air.

He continued to empty the box: a few of his old sweaters (“Dibs!”), woolen socks his aunt had knitted him for the winter, a few books he remembered on the bedside table in his old room. At some point, he couldn’t hear Finn constant commentary anymore, and lifted his head to find the redhead wiggling into one of his old, washed-out high school’s sweaters from the box, and his nose deep into one of the new novels. He lifted an unimpressed eyebrow and Finn smiled shamelessly.

Logan huffed, muttering nerd under his breath, and jumped off the counter to join Leo by his side, a careless hand going to the small of the blonde’s back in slow strokes. He used his free hand to explore the rest of the package with him, taking out small jars of peppers. He furrowed his brows as he touched something soft at the bottom of the box. “Soleil, what’s this?”

“Let’s see what we have here…oh.” Logan handed him an old stuffed animal. It was his favorite toy from his childhood, his frog Naveen. Leo smiled at the memory. “Oh God.”

His reaction had attired Finn’s attention again, and Leo heard him jumping off the table, and then a chin leaning on his shoulder, as a pair of arms circled his hips.

“It’s a…ah, ils s’appelent comment…” Logan muttered, looking at the green frog intensely, brows in a knot as he looked for the proper word in English. He looked at Leo expectantly. “Le peluche?”

“Stuffed animal, sweetheart” Leo smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Logan’s temple as he repeated to himself the words three times, to memorize them. Leo found it unbearably cute.

“Le peloosh” Finn affirmed, nodding solemnly from his spot on Leo’s shoulder, and making Logan snort. Leo felt the boy behind him stumble a bit, and realized he was on his tip toes. He shook his head, smiling, and gently turned to welcome the redhead in a proper hug.

“Almost, honey”, he said, and Finn’s smile was sweet like his nickname. Leo had to press their noses together. He heard a huff coming from Logan, who was staring at them with big eyes, shaking his head.

“Mon dieu, trop mignons.”

“Mon Dew, trop-”

Logan quickly pressed a hand to the redhead’s mouth, making Leo laugh. “Non, rouge.” Finn pouted, earning a smooch from both his boys. He then grabbed one of the long, almost empty legs of the frog and studied it with a raised eyebrow.

“So, who’s this little guy?”

“This, y’all, is the beginning of my gay awakening.”

“A frog?” they asked simultaneously.

Leo nodded. “His name is Naveen, and he was my frog prince.” He smiled, studying the old stuffed frog, long limbs and small stitches here and there from all the years of playdates.

Logan nodded, making a small ‘oh’ sound. “Mais ouais, the Disney movie. Katie loves it, I lost count of how many times I’ve watched it.” He smiled, observing the toy for a few seconds, before a light flickered in his eyes. “Un moment-”

Leo laughed, nodding. “Yes, yes, I know.”

“It’s perfect for you!”

Leo continued snickering as Logan put the pieces together. Finn was watching them in bewilderment, eyes going back and forth like while watching a tennis game. “Oh, yes, yes. I totally see it” Logan smiled, taking one of the worn out, emptied limbs of the animal. Finn blinked.

“Guys?”

“Oh, come on Fish. The Princess and the Frog. You’ve seen it.”

“Uhm, no? Why would I? I don’t have sisters, I didn’t babysit, I was probably a teen when it came out, there’s literally no reason I would’ve watched a Disney princess movie when I was...what, thirteen?”

Leo smiled. “Well, I was eight when it came out, and I was obsessed. I think I loved it so much because the story was hit so close home, you know? Tiana lives in New Orleans, loves to cook, has a big dream, and nobody believes in it because she’s different…I dunno, I just related so much. Oh, and the prince was so hot. Totally an ol’ crush of mine.”

He saw Logan nod firmly, as Finn stole his phone from the back pocket of Leo’s jeans to look at the plot on Wikipedia. He read a few lines, and then started nodding with Logan. “Oh, yes, I see it now. Totally something you’d love, butter.” He was now scrolling pictures from the movie on google.

“Right? And…Tiana, she’d look up at the night sky, and wish for her dreams to come true to the evening-”

“Star.” Logan breathed. “Peanut…”

Leo smiled sheepishly, lifting a shoulder. “Yeah, the stars. I guess I’ve always watched the night sky, but that’s why I love them.” He watched Finn’s eyes shoot up to him and soften, and brought their foreheads together, while circling Logan’s waist with the arm not around the redhead. He felt Logan’s temple on his shoulder and held them tighter. “And I found my two princes, that brought me the stars. And so much more.” He heard a small sniffle coming from Finn, and knew they were both remembering their talk on the balcony from what felt like years ago.

“Bringing the stars to me, eh?”

“I’d get you some real ones if I could.”

“Finn” he whispered, looking for his eyes. “So much more. I couldn’t ask for anything else. You both make me so fucking happy.” He could feel warm tears forming in his eyes. His hand lifted Finn’s chin for a chaste kiss, before his boy dove in for a deeper, passionate one. He could feel Logan’s smile against his shoulder and let out a watery laugh at his luck.

Sometimes life does feel like a Disney movie.

Later than night, Leo scooted closer between his boys on the old couch, as Logan handed them their take-out dinner and Finn pressed play on the remote. He sighed happily at the music of the Disney intro, and smiled to himself. Finn’s eyes were focused on the screen, his mouth half open, while Logan blew softly on his ramen, balancing the bowl between his legs so he could hold Leo’s hand. The old frog Naveen sat close to his chest, and Leo thanked the evening star for granting his wish.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #o'knutzy #lumosinlove #vaincre #sweater weather lumosinlove #fluff #lou's writing #sweather weather #vaincre lumosinlove

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fymoonbyul · 1 year

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221029 maeildoyou instagram story update (trans): A special gift box prepared by Amazing Oat Cafe. What's inside? Watch Moonbyul unboxing the peanut butter caramel tart that she fell for!

#mamamoo #moonbyul #era:mic on #v:sns #v:ad #221029

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formorethananame · 1 year

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Aqua! Happy Valentine's Day! Will you come over today? I'm all yours today.

-Jaechan

Jaechan is good. Aquarius grins to himself as he unboxes his gift, whistling. It's the most impressive Valentine's treat he's ever had - even more impressive than the two pound peanut butter cups his hyungs had given him once year. He's quick to get his phone, sending Jaechan a picture of his gift next to the one he got for Jaechan himself. I'll be over asap. We're gonna share all this together.

#asks #xhxnne #love you till kingdom come; aquarius x jaechan #verse: ashes to dust

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rachiesratirementhome · 2 years

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This week we went through what one of the rescue's artist collaborators, petite paws, sent us! This month's snack packs are full of enriching treats and a little hat for a little guy.

VIDEO DESCRIPTION: An unboxing video featuring a rat treats package by sweetpaws creative. It notable features little crocheted hats, cage chews, peanut butter oaties, and almond butter bites, and other treats.

#from rrh tiktok #rrh artist collaborators

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bonescribes · 1 year

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ASMR & UNBOXING for simon !

ASMR: is there any noise your muse can’t stand?

simon will cut you down with a plastic butter knife if you chew too loudly in his presence . somewhat humorously , this hatred does not extend to slurping noises . just chewing .

UNBOXING: what’s the biggest, weirdest or most regrettable thing they ever bought?

when he was a teen , simon bought a HUGE cardboard cutout mech . he would hide it behind random doors and such to scare the shit out of aura , and when that lost its humor , it ended up as a clothes hanger .

#❀ ooc .#he also had a small collection of extremely valuable magical girl figures #he may or may not still have them (he does)

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finoalcielo · 2 years

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ARATA & HARU BREAD FESTIVAL

ARATA: Today's my birthday～🎶 AOI: Arata, happy birthday! HARU: Yay~🌸🍀✨ ARATA: Meaning? HARU: Bread Festival~!! ARATA: So we'll be baking bread! HARU: Bread!! AOI: I'll be observing them.