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technologyvoid · 1 year

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I feel like spreading positivity so.

If you get tagged here, here's a few messages from the person who tagged you:

You are one of the coolest people I know, if not THE coolest ever. I may not have known you for long, but it feels like my whole life, and I don't know what I would do without you. If I haven't met you my life would be fundamentally different. You may have changed, but I've changed with you, and I think we've both grown a lot, and for the better.

I love seeing you create stuff! Be it art, writing, headcannons, or something you DIY-ed, I know that any time you make something it's bound to be good. Every project you start is always very exciting, even if you don't finish it! Watching you create is always very fun.

I know you have bad days, we all do. Don't hesitate to talk to me if you need to. I'm always here, I'll always listen, and I'll always do my best to try to understand and help. Know that you'll always be loved and appreciated!

Here's to our friendship continuing to grow even more in the years to come!

(ps. don't feel pressured to tag anyone back! This is just to let you know that you're loved and appreciated. And if you were planning on tagging someone, but see that they've already been tagged, don't worry! This will be a message from you to them. Tag them!)

#positivity #mutual appreciation #hey mutuals guess what #void chatter #i don't know what other tags to add #oh yeah i should probably #radfem dni #tag chain #ok to reblog #in fact i encourage it #why is is so shorttttttt I'm supposed to be good at thisssssssss

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wizard-laundry · 6 months

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o superman

#a little something for fun #please check out the song O Superman by Laurie Anderson #i didn't follow the lyrics exactly but oh well #reblogs are encouraged and appreciated <3 #tumblr chewed up the quality and spit this back out so it is what it is #deltarune #kris #wd gaster #w.d. gaster #ralsei #susie #a hint of toriel #wizard-laundry art

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moonsfantasyworld · 4 months

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eepy oh yea, in my silly thing dogday is rescued! and also, sneak peak of their dynamic 👀

personally following the idea of dogday being an adult and catnap being a child here btw!

#poppy playtime #poppyplaytime oc #smiling critters #catnap #dogday #fanart #reblogs appreciated #reblogs encouraged

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py6oto · 3 months

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nite-puff · 4 months

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announcement: after hearing some people’s concerns, i’ve decided to get rid of the due date!!! still. i’ve decided i still want to reward those who post their entry before the 21st. so i’ll keep an eye out for that!!

okay… i sat on this idea for a while now… but i guess it’s about time i officially start it..

as some of you know, i’ve been redrawing my first ever ishimondo art every year for the past two years. i like to do it because it marks another year of me being in the dangan fandom while also seeing how my art has changed and improved over time.

i wanted to do something special this year, and the couple times i’ve mentioned this, i had some people respond very positively. so here we go.

i’m hosting a dtiys!!

i’ve just always loved doing things that spark interaction and participation among the ishimondoblr community, and this annual redraw really set that in stone for me. so i thought i’d take it a step further and give you all the opportunity to see how your artistic lenses apply to this artwork.

da rules:

- there are no requirements to participate. this is open to anyone and everyone.

- you can change the original composition if you want, just keep mondo and kiyotaka as the main focus.

- you can always tag me if you post your submission, but i’d also prefer if people used “#nitepuffdtiys2024” to help me find it as well. please at least do one or the other so that i can find your art.

- if you prefer to, you can dm me your entry, but it’s not required by any means.

- one entry per person.

- !!!no time limit!!!

- have fun!!! that’s what this is all about!!

and that’s it!! i’ll put better quality versions of the images above below the cut so you can see and reference them better. i wish you all luck and that you all have a ton of fun with your entries!!

until then, that’s it from me! take care!!

2021

2022

2023

#yea okay here we go #really encouraging people to participate #it’d also be really appreciated if you guys reblogged this to spread the word. that would be great #i’ve always wanted to do one of these. and i thought it’d be a great way to sort of mix up how i do the annual redraw this year #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #mondoblr #doodlepuff #ramblepuff #dtiys #nitepuffdtiys2024

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blarrghe · 2 months

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haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...

The Hunter The Snake and the Fox

Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28

Summary:

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:

A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.

Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.

The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows.

Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.

Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…”

Sharp grunt.

“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?”

Angry Elvish epithet.

“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”

Big knife.

“— and a wife! And children! Please!”

The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already.

“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”

Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.

“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice.

Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.

Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke.

Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power.

“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him.

“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.”

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dreamties · 8 months

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dreams - amanda young x gn! reader

a/n- no triggers !!! basically just like. fluff and awkward mutual crushes. also written in like an hour with no edits so um !!!! plz enjoy this completely unplanned piece <33333

mentions of adam !!! word count: 823

amanda wakes in a startled mess, her anxiety sweat pooling at the dips in her skin and staining her shirt and sheets. she feels unbearably hot and claustrophobic.

she knows that unless she's running a fever (which she knows this feeling and it's not the traditional sick- it's a sickness in her head), there is no possible way for her to be warm right now. her apartment is old and she gets a discount on rent from how decrepit most amenities are.

so it's mid-october and her heater is busted- but she still feels hot and sick amidst the frigid air.

she heaves herself off the bed, leaving the sheets sticking to her skin behind. she sorts through a pile of semi-clean clothes. amanda would like to get a kickstart on her day- she knows, at this rate, she won't be able to fall asleep again.

she rinses her hair in the kitchen sink. spends a minute scrubbing at the subtly indented scars on her cheek.

she dresses in a hurry, though she has no place to go, no place urgent at least.

amanda walks six blocks to her favorite cafe, huddled in a jacket that no longer zips up.

no respectable shop should be open this early. or this late. from past experiences she knows it will be open though. the only shop aside from 24-hour markets and the occasional gas station open at this hour, in this neighborhood.

an annoying, zingy bell sounds as she enters and sits down at her favorite booth. the person working, y/n, has never bothered her about ordering something. they always let her watch or idly write on napkins or draw on her skin- anything to keep her from going back to her apartment.

y/n is not behind the counter right now. which is unusual. they usually do- well, amanda's not actually sure what they do. she hasn't been stalking them, after all, just observing. she has yet to figure out all the nitty gritty details of their job.

she recognizes, with a delighted and gentle smile, that they're decorating the interior for autumn. paper leaves strung together. doodles on the chalkboard menu. cutouts of pumpkins placed throughout the display boxes.

they hum to themselves as they work. amanda finds it soothing. she always does. because y/n always seems so endearingly lost in their own bubble- amanda feels something that sounds like envy but feels much softer.

she tracks her eyes with their movements, lulling her into a calm.

amanda does not mean to fall asleep. she is exhausted and the cafe is so warm and light compared to her residence. it's too easy when she does.

she doesn't fight back like she thinks she will. she recognizes she's dozing off too late for her mind to react.

it's the season-appropriate interior. the humming. a distinct beep from someone brewing coffee. increased foot traffic through the entryway. the dimmed yellow-y lights. the scent of perfectly spiced chai.

a clink of a ceramic mug on the tabletop stirs her. she doesn't feel ill this time, as she allows her body time to adjust before moving. before getting out of bed. she absently scratches the side of her neck.

"oh, geez," comes a whisper. "i didn't wake you, did i?"

amanda's eyes widen. she sits up more professionally, keeping her hands clasped in her lap.

"no," she replies. "it's fine."

y/n smiles at her. sparks flicker in amanda's heart- their expression feeling so personal and directional. they're not simply smiling; they are smiling at her. she feels close to melting- better than melting.

"good, good. i hope you like your drink, amanda."

they freeze. readjust their apron and looks at her concerned, embarrassed, too.

"it, um- it is amanda, right?"

she nods her head. the scene unfolding feeling so dreamlike. it's intoxicating.

"i- i see you in here all the time. i got your name from my coworker. that sounds-" they fluster. "his name is adam."

amanda lets herself react as y/n reacts. she chuckles. "yeah. he's- it's complicated."

they laugh. "oh, god, i bet! what isn't complicated with him?"

they're leaning against the headrest on the side of the booth opposite to her. it feels like friends reuniting. it's more than reconnection, whatever she is actually experiencing.

it's magical, though.

"oh, um-" they tap at their nametag, letters drawn with their own expertise. "y/n. i'm y/n. wait- shit, you've already known that."

amanda finds their humble fumbling endearing.

(y/n wants to say- "it's not every day i get to chat with my prettiest customer"- they feel too shy to even think of forming the letters in their mouth)

(amanda wants to tell them they have the sweetest voice she's ever heard. she thinks that might be overbearing and acts against her desires)

"we should- when you come back again, you should say hi to me before it gets busy."

#amanda young x reader #amanda young saw #saw franchise #amanda young x y/n #flufftober #but like... i just write fluff not following any prompts and prolly wont even write more this month lol #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #slashers x you #amanda young x you #reblogs are appreciated #reblogs are encouraged

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pocket-gems · 6 months

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Hiiii today I use this post for:

Plain doesn't have to be a bad thing

And I want to hammer this down because there's aspiring artists that struggle. "My design is not as good as-" stop. Quality can depend on the context and I am dead serious about this.

Overcomplicated design example here, art by me

An overcomplicated design can look pretty yes. Would it be on the show? No. But why? Because it has too many things to animate and that rule makes it too complex for SU, and in this case making it a bad design.

Pretty and more detail doesn't mean better/good. And that's what I'm trying to say.

Wanna make it pretty for fun? Go on, you're harming no one, who cares have fun

Made it plain and you feel bad for it? You got to learn on the way and if you had fun, where's the issue

Plain design example, design on the left by @starspark99su and redesign on the right by me

Plain designs are easier to remember and to draw. Plain doesn't mean bad and no one should feel bad for starting to draw and feeling crushed for "not being good enough". You're not surprising yourself because you made it and saw it coming. Art is subjective to opinion and context can change the opinion as well.

Good idea is still a good idea no matter the art style.

#ok to reblog #basically wanted to use my design obsession to talk about this bcs it annoys me more than it should #this supposedly bad design is what inspired me to do this post. is my duty as an artist to encourage other artists #also i would appreciate if this would get as many reblogs as possible mostly to spread the message and positivity bcs believe it or not-#ai will just not replace us and never will #gemsona #su #su future #su gemsona #character design

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tomicaleto · 1 year

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A drawing inspired by Lego Anakin’s plushie (pics under the cut) What’s the context of this pic? Maybe Anakin decided to take a walk on the temple halls after a nightmare? What do you think?

Buy me a coffee | Commissions

#Anakin Skywalker #Darth Vader #Star Wars #SW #The Clone Wars #TCW #Star Wars Lego #Lego Star Wars #Prequel Trilogy #ROTS #Revenge of the Sith #AOTC #Attack of the Clones #Tomi's art #of course the hair is lighter because star wars lego insists on making anakin with much darker hair than the movie version #and I don't really stand behind that decision #reblogs are appreciated and encouraged :)

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moonsfantasyworld · 5 months

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CW FOR GORE!

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im really happy with how this turned out!! also! finally more art regarding her curse!

#reblogs appreciated #drawing #fan oc #cult of the lamb #reblogs encouraged #digital art #moonlight the lamb

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py6oto · 8 months

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this has nothing to do with anything ive ever posted but i need an answer.

#missing halloween #mike inel #missing halloween animation #animation #poll #how often do you think about the roman empire #except that instead of the roman empire it's this video #what does that phrase even mean by the way??#sorry im getting off track !!#answer them polls #reblogs encouraged and appreciated big sample sizes or whatever #this is a silly poll btw !!! dont ... dont worry i wont actually use this information i just wanna know #i cried to this by the way #its just that good..#why are the only lenght options for polls 1 day and 1 week btw.#what happened to everything between those

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the-darklings · 2 years

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Hi, I saw your post about that picture and for someone to draw it as the Corinthian and wanderer, so I heavily referenced the image for this quick drawing. I really enjoy your fic, and I’m sorry if this drawing is inaccurate and is a bit rough. But I really like ur writing k byeeeee.

MY HEART 🤧

#PUTTING COMMENTS IN THW TAGS TO ENCOURAGE REBLOGS SO PEOPLE WONT HAVE TO DEAL WOTH MY DERANGED RANTS #OPPPPP THE PEACE THIS GIVES ME #they’re really out there just living their best life!!!#thank you so much!!! the power this has!!! the access this has!!#heart so full of them rn im bursting!!!#love how this turned out #it’s about keeping your human gremlin safe while she he has a rare snooze 🤧#again thank you so much I appreciate you 🤧💕#fic: today i bury you in me #art

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notquiteaghost · 2 years

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today (2nd december 2022) is bandcamp friday! as it was also just spotify wrapped day, and spotify pays musicians Jack Fucking Shit, i am gonna put my money where my anti-capitalist mouth is & link some albums i listened to a shit ton this year. you should check them out

brave faces everyone by spanish love songs: punk rock for the modern-day broke twenty-something, [pretentious bastard voice] a cohesive album with obvious care put into Themes and Flow, fav lyric; But if I burn this place down, / We’d have some heat. / At least I’m seeing things more positively, / Because I swear to god, I’m an optimist.

t.i.a.p.f.y.h. by left at london: hashtag Mental Illness Music. nat left at london is one of the greatest musicians alive rn. fav lyric; “How you’re gonna live like this?” / How you’re gonna live yourself?

things that hurt by cultdreams: self-described sad lo-fi punk, anthems for being full of rage but also real fucking exhausted, fav song; repent, regress

weightbearer by squalloscope: electronic folk for tumblr users with poetry tags. the things squalloscope does with words make me want to eat their songs whole. fav lyric; i am mold, rot, and rust / i have been dying since birth / i was buried alive / dug myself out of the earth

4 o'clock in the afternoon by chase petra: quarter-life crisis pop rock, songs for your 2PM daily breakdown, fav lyric; simulation, I’m on the run from Keanu now / but who cares if its not real / because I can still feel

we live here by bob vylan: grime punk with teeth, doubly recommend if you're british, fav lyric; Voices in the cage are getting way too loud to sleep through / Just fuel for the hatred in my head / Constantly uncomfortable and socially inept

lowlight by rosie tucker: self-described non sequitur equestrian, gutpunch lyricism for 'sad person with guitar' enjoyers, fav lyric; I am a beautiful machine / One part copper, two part dreaming / Hardwired, heartbroken circuitry

the birdwatcher's guide to atrocity by seeming: post-gothic post-human post-folk pop, songs you can build a house and live in, fav lyric; Like a mantis I am praying / Out of habit without saying / Anything

honourable mention, of course, to the mountain goat's bleed out, but i am assuming if you're reading this i don't need to sell you on the mountain goats. anyway go see if your favourite artists are on bandcamp

#yelling at clouds #music #bandcamp friday recs #reblogs appreciated and encouraged #stealing this format for your own post appreciated and encouraged

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layzorr · 6 months

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Hello!!!

So, as you know if you've ever talked to me for five seconds, I love scavengers reign. Unfortunately I barely know anyone into the show, so I decided to fix that!

I've made a scavengers reign server with a friend of mine! It's a casual thing, but I hope y'all enjoy it. I might try to host events in it at some point, like writing weeks, a big bang, or a gift exchange, but that's in the future and Not Right Now. Right now it's just to chat, so ! Come hang out if youd like!

I will say though, if you have any sort of bigotry towards people with DID or OSDD? Kindly fuck off and do not join. I am a member of a system and this server is a safe spot for all systems, so basically Don't Be A Dick. Got it? Good.

Hope you enjoy !!

#scavengers reign #reblogs appreciated and encouraged!#scavengers reign levi #levi scavengers reign #is it cheating to put that in the tags. i mean its not wrong.#theyre the icon #so. is it cheating #it isnt Wrong

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meatclowntv · 11 months

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As always tap or click the image to see it better!

I mainly drew this so when I start working on the animation for any projects that are DSaF related so that I can stay on model! Plus I just really wanted to draw the main gang of DsaF 3 (or at least the main four).

I’ll probably draw some more DSaF characters later but for now I hope you guys enjoy this little drawing I made!

#digital drawing #dsaf #dsaf dave #dsaf jack #dsaf dee #dsaf steven #fanart #day shift at freddy's #I freaking love dsaf it is literally the biggest hyperfixation I have right now and I can’t stop help plz #Jacks hair has been an absolute nightmare to try and do tho #like bruh why aren’t you working #interaction encouraged!#reblogs are appreciated!#meatclowntv #my art

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me-myself-and-my-fos · 4 months

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Be My Valentine?

Pairing: Bernard x Nicole Blake

A/N: It’s still technically Valentine’s Day! So have a short fic of Bernard asking me on our first date! And Happy Valentine’s Day!

Nic poked her head into the kitchen, brown hair frazzled despite its small ponytail. She blew a strand of hair from in front of her face. “We have a quarter of a tray of brownies left! We’re going to need more brownies in the next ten minutes!”

“I got you, Nic!” Jade shouted, pulling a tray of brownies from the rack. They were carried to the front where they replaced the nearly empty tray of brownies, the old being stacked on top of the new. As Jade disappeared back into the kitchen, one of the bakery’s employees, Brad, entered from outside the front.

“Van’s full and ready for the deliveries,” he told Nic, handing her the keys.

She hated driving and making deliveries, but the only other people allowed to drive the company van and make deliveries were either in the kitchen finishing the Valentine’s orders that were expected to be picked up, or on vacation. So she was stuck with the responsibility.

Nic sighed heavily as she clutched the keys. She started to untie her apron. “Think you can handle the front without me?” She asked both him and Bernard, who was scooping chocolate chip cookies into a bag. They both nodded, but Bernard was the one who replied.

“Absolutely. We’ve got this,” he told her.

Nic smiled and reached over to pat him on the arm.

Bernard felt all of the air leave his lungs in the moment her hand connected with him. His face suddenly felt hot and his hands froze in his movement. Nic didn’t even notice his lack of response as she tugged on her jacket and headed for the door.

“Don’t get into too much trouble without me!” Nic jokingly told them as she stepped out of the front door. It shut behind her, the bell ringing as it did.

Even once she was out of sight, his brain wasn’t working. All he could think about was that she touched him. Her hand was on his arm.

An elbow to his ribs pulled him from his train of thought, but his heart continued to flutter. He looked over at Brad who smirked at him as he rang up a customer. It was an open secret in the bakery that Bernard had a crush on Nic. Everyone knew, even the owner. Well, everyone except for Nic. She was somehow oblivious to his feelings, despite the longing gazes he gave whenever she left the room.

“Shut up,” Bernard mumbled, moving to fill the order in the hope it would keep the blush from growing further on his face.

Noon came and Nic had come back from making the deliveries. She rejoined Bernard and Brad in the front, helping them with customers and filing orders. During a lull in service they leaned against the counters and chatted. Brad told them about his plans to propose to his girlfriend during their Valentine’s dinner.

“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?” Bernard asked Nic as she took a big gulp from her water bottle.

She shook her head. “I’m just going to go home and order some Chinese and watch Star Wars. I never have Valentine’s plans.”

“Oh. Never?” He inquired, and Brad hid his smirk behind a bagel. “I just thought, maybe you’d have plans.”

“No, I’m kind of married to work right now. I’m first to come in and last to leave. Same with today, actually.” She pointed to both men. “You two are clocking at four-thirty like everyone else. No buts.”

“And you do this every year?” Bernard asked.

“The last four that I’ve worked here,” she said, stepping up to the cash register as a family came into the bakery. “Now look alive, gentlemen. We have some cookies to sell.”

Nic had just finished sweeping when she heard the door to the bakery open. It was five minutes until normal closing time so she assumed it was a regular customer unaware they closed early. Wiping her hands on her pants, she walked into the front of the bakery.

“Sorry, we’re closed. Come back in the morning–” Nic paused when she looked up and saw Bernard standing in the middle of the bakery.

His hair was combed neatly and he was dressed in a button up shirt. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses. He had an anxious expression as he shifted on his feet. His face shifted to bright red as he looked at her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day?” He greeted.

Nic walked from behind the counter, mouth agape as she stared at him. Bernard held the bouquet out to her. She took it from him gently. “Thank you.” She gave him a shy smile. “What’s this about?”

“Do you want to go to dinner? Together?” He asked her hesitantly.

It took a moment before she could respond, not expecting the words that came from him. She nodded before she could speak. “I’d like that. Um, let me lock up.” She rushed behind the counter to grab her jacket and the copy of the keys to the bakery. “Do you have any ideas of where we’re going to dinner?”

Bernard shook his head, stepping over to help her put her jacket on. “I thought I’d let you pick.”

She smiled at him. “I know a place.” Nic leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Bernard.”

#reblogs are appreciated and encouraged #mywriting #otp: frosted cookies #grumpy elf 🎄

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