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[heartfullofleeches]

Fell in love with quirky murderbot so here's a quirky murderbot Yan that may or may not just want to kill you (tw: death mentions/idolization)

A bath at six in the morning.

You never had the time or energy for it before...

The water was nice. Not too hot, not too cold; pealing the spell of sleep off you at a temperature ideal for a peaceful rise. Enmeshed with first light of the waking sun, the water captures its amber glow - sunken petals at your feet shaded in the afterglow. It smelled faintly of lavender, and a colleague of lesser offenders you couldn't tell. Citrus?... Vanilla? You can't recall a time when your skin has felt smoother - so you don't bother to ask. You know better than to.

The door opens. You lower your knees as the latching stand of a tray attaches to the arms of the tub. Yogurt peers up at you from its bowl with a blueberry smile and sliced banana eyes. A flower vase, and a pair of headphones are its offering to you. A yellow smiley face sticker is plastered to the glass' side.... It shines your spoon before setting it on the tray.

"Brought you leetle snack to keep you steady til you get out. Studies show everything in it boosts mood and happiness levels in humans. I also brought you some headphones so that my outbursts don't effect you while I'm preparing breakfast."

You blow air into the water as you sink deep. "Mhm...."

Your observer gasps. "By my calculations, you seem more relaxed than usual this morning." Does that mean my services have acceptable this morning?"

Here it comes. "I guess."

"You are... satisfied with my work and efforts?"

"Yes."

"... Gonna smile for me?"

"nah."

A knife clatters to the floor.

"I spent nine hours.... "

You put on the headphones as you ease against the floor of the tub.

"9 FUCKING HOURS GETTING THAT PANSY SCHTICK DOWN PACK. DO U KNOW HOW FUCKIN' HARD THAT IS FOUR ME?!?! I GET ROBOT PTSD EVERYTIME I LOOK AT THOSE MANUALS."

"At least you spoke proper English."

"I ran you a bath and didn't plant one of my eyes in the cabinet this time .... BE HAPPY FOUR ONE SEC AND LET ME KILL YOU ALREADY GOD DAMN IT!"

The world is full of too many unfortunate people. Scornful and bitter; miserable and hopeless. It much be such a pain for those people to exist in place unfit for them - when a solution was right around the corner, but they're too damaged to ever see it. You can't be down, if The moto engraved into the mechanized heart of every bot sent out by the Happy Dayz corporation to this prevalent threat to society. They could be anyone you know.

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Downer - level three in their classifications and the "incurables" People who will drag themselves and everyone around them down for a crumb of self gratification. Those who drown in the rain when the sun is a reach away; never to come back to shore. Orders were to execute these individuals on sight - but everyone deserves one last chance to smile. And that's how you met D.Kay

In your utmost defense, it was nearly three when you received the email. Even if you were awake, you probably would've written it off as spam and tossed it away all the same. You didn't think of yourself as a negative person, just one with not alot to be happy for. Within those few hours before dawn came a knock at the door and your worse nightmare unveiled - wearing that damned yellow mask.

"Hiya! Name'z D.Kay! Short for somethin' I kno, but U won't be alive long nuff for me to remember. I should be slammin' ur head through a wall, but it'z ur right as a living human to get one more smile in before u croak and my job to make it happen."

That was five months ago. Five long months. Given, there were some benefits. It was their goal to make your life better after all - before ending it. They helped you get a raise, cleaned up messed they mostly made, and a slew of efforts to bring out that smile. Sure your lips may quirk up or you'll smirk a bit - but that isn't a smile. They've also thrown knives into your walls, taken over your bed and refuse to let you sleep elsewhere, and snores. There's also the whole killing you thing, but that's minor at this point.

"Aw, come on- Dyin' cain't be that bad. I'd do it if I could. U'll feel better once ur in the grave." "Smiling feels so good, u' kno. The best way to use ur muscles. Besides slitting someone's throat." "This is my first mission....I was hoping to see gutz by now."

That was as far as your relationship went until one month ago. They've been acting.. strange. They wish you good morning more days than they ask if you're ready to smile. You often wake up with their arms around you and your clothes laid out. They refuse to let you dress yourself if you're going out. They stare for hours, jumping out windows if needed to get when you notice. You didn't have many friends before, but with them around they were ghosts. If you didn't know any better it was almost like they-

"LET ME KISS YOU - WHY ARE U MAKING THIS SO HARD!"

Nevermind. Wait- "Did you say...."

D.kay's impossibly side eyes shrink, mask bleeding red. "I SAID KILL. K-I-L-L. WHY WOULD I EVER BE DOWN BAD FOR A DOWNER?"

"Then why haven't you killed me yet?"

All at once their tantrum stops. It's the shortest to date. Their head dips back as if pulling the most dramatic of eye rolls. "Protocol.. U know that."

"I read the manual. If a downer refuses your olive branch you have permission to kill them and return immediately."

D.kay doesn't say a word, face still beat red from their slip up. Their hands twitch. Seething, they snatch the spoon from the tray. "Good luck without this. Enjoy your bath."

They slam the door as they leave, sinking again it. Hearing the water remain still, they pull their legs to their chest and kick the wall, hold back enough to prevent another hole. They always come when you're upset - why can't you do anything right? They pull a photo from their pocket. The photo. A picture of someone who looks so much like you it's scary, but they could never be you. They're smiling. It's small - a blip compared to the cheesy grins of everyone surrounding them, but it's still a smile. The best they've ever seen. Something feels wrong whenever they look between you and that person. Maybe they're broken too.

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[mayfieldss]

Dating Pope Heyward would include;

Pope's not a PDA kind of guy.

He prefers time alone with you, where he can be himself completely in your presence.

He loves holding your hand though. Whenever he's stressed out, he likes knowing that you're there with him, and holding your hand is the perfect way for him to do that.

Long walks on the beach with you have to be one of his favorite things.

He can talk for hours with you about anything.

He can be mischievous too and if you're not careful, he'll throw you over his shoulder and run into the ocean at full speed, taking you with him.

Pope has the most confidence when he's with you, and that means a lot of chaos.

Tickle fights, chasing you around the beach when you steal his things, passionate kissing in the sand.

The whole package really.

Cuddles is a must. Big hugs from you after a long day or night are the cure to Pope's concerns and fears.

He's anxious a lot, but with you, he's calmer. He feels more in control of himself and his life when you're around.

Dates, lots of them.

He's a romantic guy, and he tries hard to make and keep you happy, which is why date night is a big thing.

We're talking candle-lit dinner out on the dock.

Stargazing, where he points out all his favorite constellations.

Pope thinks teddy bears and continuous apologies are the cure for every fight, and he might be right because somehow, when you're mad at him, Pope showing up at your door with a stuffed animal and a sad face makes you forget why you're angry.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you."

The first time Pope says I love you, it's awkward.

It's one of those situations where his mouth keeps moving, but he's stopped thinking.

He blurted it out super-fast as you were walking away from him.

"I think I love you."

It was strange but sweet, and you'd turned right around when he said it.

He kept blabbering on forever afterward, explaining the reasons why, and how he didn't know why he'd told you the way he did.

You shut him up with a kiss.

Now, it's a common occurrence, keeping him quiet by pressing your lips to his.

Pope likes it when you do it, though, mainly because he loves kissing you.

He likes reading to you too.

Falling asleep on the couch, cuddled up with Pope as he reads to you is a treat for both of you considering you hardly get any time alone.

Teasing from the rest of the Pouges is a definite in your relationship with Pope.

Most often it comes from John B and JJ who just love to tease anything that moves.

"Aww, Pope you're so romantic."

"Aren't you two just the sweetest?"

Pope hates all the dangerous situations the Pouges put themselves in.

He's the designated sanity holder of the group after all and trying to talk everyone out of doing dumb shit is his job.

But one thing is for sure if you're going, Pope's going with you.

He's going to try his best to keep you safe even if it breaks him, because, well, he loves you.

a lot.

AN: Stan Pope for clear skin.

Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[heliads]

could you do head cannons on dating newt (fem reader)

Thanks!

yes

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With all the commotion and general stress of being in the Glade, there is certainly something to be said about Newt’s kind of love:

Soft, gentle, makes you feel both deeply wanted and desperately needed at the same time

Everyone says that they have never known Newt not to be in love with you, despite the fact that there were a few months in between his arrival in the Box and yours

Then again, it does sort of make sense

Newt acts like a husband of fifty years every single day he’s around you

This boy is LOVESICK and it is fantastic

He will sneak you fresh fruits and vegetables from the gardens whenever he can get away with it

And also even when he can’t– Zart has chastised him a thousand times about it, but that has never stopped Newt from sneaking the occasional tomato or sweet pea whenever the Keeper’s back is turned

On his off days, Newt is more than happy to spend his free time with you

Sleeping in or taking midday naps is quite common, the two of you tucked into a hammock together

You’ve memorized the sound of his heartbeat through his cotton shirt, specifically they way it feels with your head tucked up against his collarbone

Despite the peaceful, quiet love, there is another side to Newt that you love just as much

He’s still the best friend of Minho, Alby, and Thomas, and that means he can be just as insane as the rest of them

Sometimes that means the most competitive games of Glade hide and seek you’ve ever seen (there’s no chance he’ll go easy because you’re dating, far from it)

Or Newt waking you up in the middle of the night because he’s just seen a superb constellation and you have to name it right now

Newt has an extra burden on his shoulders due to the role of second in command, and that means he’ll be as playful as he wants with you to get rid of some of that stress

Despite the toughest days, though, it’s you that Newt loves most, and the love of a boy like that is something extraordinary indeed <3

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[sev-on-kamino]

HIYA SEV!!! big congrats on the milestone!! feeling super proud and having lots of mushy feels for you my love! 🫶

okay now down to the business

clone: kix 🥹 (been on a kix fix recently)

color: pastel-y blue

time of day: evening, right when the sun disappears behind the horizon but it’s still light out, everything is calm and beautiful (my fav time of day)

nsfw or sfw, you decide! wherever your beautiful brain takes you!

much love 💕

hello there, h!!! thank you so much, and all the mushy feels back at ya 🥹🫶 I was mad nervous about this one because a) I want to make something super awesome for you, and b) Kix is my challenge clone 😅 But then I pulled up my Kix playlist, and this song jumped out and said “it’s my time to shine!!!”

so this was written to “Horizon” by Luna Blake

I hope you enjoy it 💙💙

warnings: oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, no pronouns, no physical descriptions, reader is wearing a skirt

As much as you loved your boys, you’d wandered off during shore leave to enjoy some time alone with your thoughts while the sun slowly merged with the horizon, giving you time to catch your breath and pretend things were like they were before when every day ended with the soft glow of the sun’s retreat and not the hum of the Resolute’s hyperdrive.

The sun had completed its daily farewell when Kix found you on the roof of the barracks, wrapping his arms around you from behind, as he greeted you with a soft kiss pressed to your temple, draping the soft blue blanket from your bunk over your shoulders, and you released the breath you’d been holding without realizing it, as you melted against his chest before turning slowly and looking up to see the way the fading light danced in his amber eyes.

He smiled softly at you, asking what was going on in that brilliant head of yours before taking a few guesses, ones that were obviously silly to make you laugh, some that were close, but none that were exact, so you put him out of his misery and told him you were thinking of before, but before didn’t have him, so it wasn’t a time you’d ever choose, which caused several emotions to flash across his face, sadness, hope, love before settling on the unspoken devotion that usually graced his features when he looked at you.

With that settled, the pair of you moved simultaneously, bringing your lips together decisively, a chorus of hums and wordless requests for more swirling in the air around the two of you, as Kix’s hands slid beneath your shirt, pulling your body up against his, and you were as pliant as ever at his touch, which made it clear that you belonged to him just as surely as he belonged to you, and that was his favorite part, belonging to and with you.

Kix allowed one of his hands to slide down your back and over your ass to lift the hem of your skirt, hooking his thumb into the waistband of your panties, he pushed them down, and he began kissing his way down your neck, and over your chest, as he sank to his knees in front of you, encouraging you to step out of your panties before tucking them into his pocket.

His hands smoothed their way up your legs, lifting one of them to rest over his shoulder, leaving you completely exposed to him, which made him lick his lips in anticipation before he turned his head to brush his lips over the delicate skin of your inner thigh, biting down and sucking gently to leave his mark while you moaned above him, running your fingers over his intricate buzz cut, tracing the lines before gently guiding his face to your aching, wet core, and he complied gladly, shifting slightly on his knees as his cock pressed insistently against his codpiece.

Kix ran his tongue through your velvety folds, circling your entrance before pressing two of his fingers inside of you while he licked his way up to your clit, his free hand gripped your thigh tightly as he pumped his fingers in and out, brushing over the devastating place inside of you that made you rock your hips into his face, and he refused to let up even after his name fell from your lips in ecstasy, as your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, and he couldn’t wait to lay you down and listen to your beautiful sounds the rest of the night.

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[sagau-fruit-bowl]

Hey folks! Part nine of The Guide! Let's go!! Why do I work this much on fanfiction? I'm not sure but it's currently the basis for my mental health so again, CHAPTER NINE BABY!

The Guide is a SAGAU (self aware Genshin alternate universe) where instead of [Name] creating the world, they played the game and was seen as a god who cared for Teyvat.

Chapter one

Chapter two

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Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Masterlist Hiya! I'm changing how I do chapters because I do a lot and its hard to keep them all straight so all future chapters are visable through the masterlist! Thank you!

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From Aether's perspective,  it was amusing how easily entertained The Guide could be but their quiet awe and fascination with the church caused him to be silent. 

As [Name] began walking the aisles, the air they provided changed, still protecting them from the elements but changing to a cool breeze that was slightly too cold for comfort.

[Name] grabbed a book from one of the pews, a set of hymns dedicated to Barbatos before setting it back down. They didn't have to know the words to know hymns when they saw them.

[Name] themselves didn't notice the level of care with which they touched the book but Lisa did, she appreciated the kindness it was shown, and Venti sure as hell did.

He watched in pride as his temple was explored by an outworlder god. Venti had been angry before, especially at outworlder gods, playing with the free will of each and every person in Teyvat, but The Guide had proven themselves.

They could call out to their followers and those who had never even heard of them but if they could, they refused to force anyone into servitude, they simply called from the stars, sending down lights and sending stars across the sky to show they were hoping for somebody to answer their calls.

Venti had watched several times and felt their pull, perhaps not directed towards him, but carried to him to him by the winds who told him their name and told him all of how Teyvat itself begged for their presence, how even those that humans feared would not harm them for all would learn how Teyvat adores its human.

Now he got to bear witness to their silent respect towards his temple, vaguely reminding him of how he himself used to see human arts, pieces of beauty and an excellent representation of their culture and just who they were.

Venti wondered if his temple showed the same before shaking it off, it only mattered what you saw in the place.

For a bard so loud, he was pretty good at not beIng noticed if need be, he would be content watching from the sides as you and the leaders of Mondstadt spoke, this was not the time for his introduction.

What Venti didn't realize was that his presence was noticed a while ago, at least by [Name]. They could have sworn they heard whispers of his name in the air and looked for him, locking their eyes onto him and ignoring him afterwards after realizing how deep in thought he must be.

Lisa had immediately sat down on a seat at the front of the chapel, Kaeya and Amber following suit as Aether watched you walk through the church and Jean followed not too far behind, occasionally asking questions.

"Is this kind of temple to your liking?"

"It is beautiful but it's not mine."

"Would you like something built, Your Grace?"

"No, and that's not my name."

"Do you enjoy church hymns? We have amazing choirs and I'm sure some local bards would be happy to comprise some tunes for you."

[Name]'s brain and eyes quickly darted to Venti before returning to the matter at hand.

"No thank you. Again, I simply was willing to hear you out about me potentially being more than a drowned rat, not willing to hear about how to start my own cult.

The two went back and forth like this for about ten minutes, Jean asking questions about [Name]'s view on the types of services hosted by Mondstadt and offering to set up versions dedicated to them, personally.

Again and again, [Name] told her no, growing more and more frustrated each time she ignored their attempts to request explanations rather than offers. The limited abilities they had might be strange but they weren't a god, they didn't want to be a god and they sure as hell didn't behave as one deserving of worship.

After Jean asked yet another question, this time in regards to what they wished for the requirements to serve at the temple she insisted be built, [Name] lost it, whirling around to face her as the wind picked up and pounded against the walls from the outside. 

They spoke sharply and at a reasonable volume, wanting to make their view understood but not wanting to lash out.

"I am no god. I do not wish for a temple nor followers. Anything I have done for you in the past was done through a vessel, thank them for once with something other than money and let me life my own gods forsaken life."

Lighting struck outside the building as a storm began, there hadn't been a cloud in the sky before but lights flashed in a snow darkly light sky, closely followed by thunder.

[Name] held eye contact with a now startled Jean before they relaxed a bit and looked away. 

"Look, there are others far more deserving of anything you're going to give me. A god should be able to help their people and I can't do anything of the sort… so please, just stop. I'm excited to be here, I truly am, but I would prefer if this worship talk stopped. I offered to hear you out and I haven't heard a hint of an explanation, only your insistent ramblings about how Mondstadt can best serve me. Please, Mondstadt is built around freedom, not debt. I'd expect this behavior over the other nations but you all?"

[Name] vaguely wondered if this dream was in fact a nightmare, their brain reminding them their work may be praised to high heaven but there was always someone out there who deserved that recognition far more. 

They wanted to wake up.

Jean stopped following them for a time, instead moving over to speak with the other four as [Name] continued to walk the aisles.

She returned a few minutes later.

She offered [Name] a place to stay the night, hoping they would be in a clearer headspace tomorrow, and [Name] couldn't refuse, it's not like that had any other place to go in this strange mental landscape. 

It took longer than [Name] would have liked to convince the group that they would be fine on their own but that didn't stop Aether and Paimon from making them aware that the two would be right next door if anything was desired.

So there [Name] sat. Still mentally stewing in anger and self pity, thinking to themselves once more 'I want to wake up'.

They couldn't, they tried to pinch their own skin but they just would not wake. Pain in a dream was normal but even what they inflicted on themselves wasn't enough, they'd have to manually find a time where the connection to this dream was weakest and force themselves out. The lighting left the storm but the rain was as hard as before, causing [Name] to only sink further into their mind.

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They spent the day in the room given to them, lost in their own thoughts and only calling out to be left alone when people knocked on the door, at least until after they had fallen asleep.

Another dream filling their mind but ending as a blur when they woke, a blur, a mess, of course this was a dream and that's why they couldn't remember what dream they had just had.

Moonlight from the now clear sky seeped through open curtains onto the wood and [Name] zoned out staring at the illuminated flooring, pulled out of it when a knock at their door drew their attention once more and instead of telling them to leave, they spoke plainly, telling them to come on in.

The door opened to revel Aether once more, this time without Paimon at them by his side. He looked at them in concern but all they could do is shrug. 

"I'm not a god." They told him once more and he approached slowly, sitting at the edge of their bed.

"I have a question for you." Aether spoke so gently that [Name] was couldn't help but wish to humor him and instead made a noise of curiosity.

So he continued "You claim you aren't a god, what makes you so sure?"

[Name] paused for a moment, contemplating the answer.

"Because the things you say I can do aren't so special. I can only do them because I'm not from Teyvat and if you were from where I was from, you'd be able to do the same."

Aether stared into their eyes "Does your world have stories of gods? I assume they do considering you know the term."

[Name] nodded in response so Aether took that as permission to keep talking.

"Most godly tales have entire races of gods, does them having equals make them any less powerful than the average human?"

[Name] paused for a moment, considering his words. "No, I don't believe it does."

Aether smiled. "Does a genius from a word of geniuses visiting a place where nobody can match their mind make them less impressive to the people they meet?"

[Name] shook their head slowly.

Aether smiled even wider, reached out to grab one of their hands. "You may be average to your kind, but you've done so much good for us, not being the only one doesn't make you any less impressive, I've met other gods, other gods who could challenge you in control but non used their power the way you did. You have done nothing but help us so even if you cant do anything more, allow us to thank you properly."

[Name] felt their eyes begin to sting "Not being the only one doesnt make me any less impressive huh? I feel like I've waited a long time to hear that." [Name] took his hand in theirs and moved to sit beside him.

"I'll do my best to let you all quote en quote help me, but please, no temples or servants."

Aether chuckled. "Agreed. I'm more than enough."

The now relaxed [Name] smile as tears began to roll down their face and they wrapped their arms around him and speaking with muffled words. "Thank you very much Aether… and can you tell Jean I'm sorry?"

[Name] couldn't see the wide and vaguely unsettling grin as he wrapped his arms around them and whispered into their ear. "Why don't you do it yourself? I'll be there for you and we can have a proper conversation on what you need here in Teyvat."

A nod set all of Aether's worries to the side, relaxing into the hold of his god who would now accept the title. He had fixed her mess, Jean better be thankful he knew his Guide better than anyone.

All [Name] could do now was chuckle to themselves as they held Aether close, a thoughts entered into their mind. '1/48' they thought to themselves.

Well, there was a tone shift for this chapter that I wasnt planning on.

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Part ten

I'm not super pleased with this chapter but I had a very long day and I wanted to make this for you all. Thank you for tolerating my attempts at writing and i hope you enjoy!

Feel free to like, reblog, comment, send in an ask, send in a request or even keep scrolling if it makes feel you feel more comfortable! Just know every interaction gives me a crazy large boost of motivation!

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[hiya-itsamber]

heheh its me again <3

this time

➴tim mcgraw ⤷ i'll make you a moodboard based on your vibe! or request a specific moodboard that you'd like

hi baby!! sorry this is a lil late <3

⤷ emma! you remind me of hot summers spent with friends, so that's what i've gone with here - i know i'm currently in my cowboy casanova era, but we literally have such similar aesthetics in my head (i am a beach bum at heart)

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[21burritoseavey]

little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well. 

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table. 

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway. 

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight. 

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves. 

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters. 

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air. 

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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[queer-muslim-culture-is]

Welcome to queer-muslim-culture-is !

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My goal here is to foster a sense of community and to share queer muslim experiences, struggles, and joy. This blog is largely run on your asks, so dont be shy sending them in. I'll also routinely reblog art, resources, and general positivity

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Hiya ! You can call me Mod Amber (Anbar / 3anbar / عنبر) or Mod Ilyas (إلياس), it all works. My pronouns are he/she, ze/hir, and it/its. I'm a queer (mithliya), trans (3abir), and polyamorous north african

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[carelessflower]

I wanted to write something - before editing and fully posting on ao3.

TW/ Gore

PART 1 - OF (TAINTED LIES.)

The blood trickled down his forehead, blurring his vision, the wirring sound of the machine cutting into deeply into his skull, Alec felt disorientated, as blood was tricking down his face and dripping onto the white floor.

He couldnt scream, couldnt move, he felt someone over him, cutting at him, until his vision went black.

"Alexander." A voice called out from the darkness

"ALEC GET UP." He awoke, startled and sweating, hands checking his head, for anything, but felt no blood or cuts.

"Alec, we are leaving in five." His sister said, closing his bedroom door.

It was just a nightmare, a vivid nightmare. He swung his legs over, and stretched grabbing a brown shirt and jeans and pullig them on, he grabbed his bag, and headed downstairs .

"What time do you call this Alexander?" His father questioned, he ignored his dad, and grabbed a piece of toast from Max's plate.

"HEY." Max swatted Alec's hand.

"You look pale?" Maryse gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"Hm. Im fine." Alec headed out. He was in his third year of college doing Law, he keeps to himself, and has a few close friends, including his sibilings. Jace and Isabelle were in their first year, Izzy doing forensic science, and Jace studying Sports Psychology.

"Be careful, they found seven bodies in Brooklynn last night." Isabelle said getting into his car.

"I heard." His dad was working the case, he heard him talking about it to his mom, he thinks its two people working together.

Jace ran up to the car and got in, he started the car and headed towards the college.

"I had a weird dream last night, about mermaids. Creepy." Jace shuddered.

"Same." Alec repsonded, both his sibilings gave each other looks.

"You had a dream about mermaids?" Isabelle questioned.

"What? No! I had a nightmare about someone cutting into my head."

"Well thats weird. Did you know who it was?"

"An asian male, hazel eyes, kinda amber, was smiling, dont know who that is." He vividly remembered the nightmare, the sound of the machine, the taste of blood.

"That is weird." Jace hummed, as both were now on their phone.

They got to the college and they both went sepearte ways.

"Hiya Alec." Aline ran up to him.

"Everyone is tense today. When the hell are they going to catch him." Aline mumbled, her father was one of the victims found, his organs missing, and he was stiched back up. Its been a year since her father's death.

"How are you?" Alec asked, they both walked to their lecture.

"I am okay. Mom is doing okay. Its been a shitty year." Aline mumbled, Alec gave her a small hug, its been a shitty two years, the body count was already at 49 and those were the bodies that they had found.

"I heard you and Johnathan had broken up."

"We mutually broke up. It wouldnt have worked out for us." They were better of as friends.

The lecture started, about ten minutes in, Alec noticed a taller male trying to look for a seat, he raised his hand and patted to the seat next to him, the man smiled, and sat next to him.

His eyes were amberish, just like in his nightmare.

"Im Magnus, I just moved from my Psychology course."

"Alexander." He eyed Magnus

"You have nice eyes." He blurrted before averting his eyes from embarssment.

"Thanks got them from my dad." He chuckled, taking out a laptop.

They sat in silence, both listening and typing notes.

"Okay, so you will need to work in pairs for this assignment, ill send you all the link. In the mean time, I got an annoucment to make." The lecturer cleared his throat.

"In light of recent events, and some of you may know, that one of our law professors. Lorenzo Ray has been one of the confirmed bodies that was found last night. Now, if you have any questions and or want to talk to someone my office is open, and counselling will be advised"

"Fuck." Aline whispered, Alec and her looked at each other in shock. Lorenzo was a great teacher, he was supposed to be on holiday, Magnus got up, and gave Alec a quick smile, before leaving, as some students were leaving.

"This is full of shit." Aline said, getting up and heading to the lecturer, Alec joined her.

"Sir. Why? Why havent they caught him."

"Questions we dont have answers too, im afraid. Its been a shock to this campus." The teacher said, sitting on one of the chairs, as students lined up.

"Can we do anything?"

"We are going to do a memorial in the front in two days." Aline mummbled something and walked towards the exit.

"Its shit. Why target the lecturer?" Aline asked.

"The victims were not connected, probably Lorenzo was at the wrong place, at the wrong tine." Alec saw Magnus walking towards them.

"This project thingy, im workng with you lot." Magnus shoved his phone in his pocket. He was kinda hot. Alec thought. Stop that. You barely know the guy.

"Yeah, was wondering we can do it at yours." Aline looked at Alec.

"Oh um...cant im afraid, Max is home the whole week, and he will distract us."

"We can do the project at mine, if you give me your number I can text you the address."

"Yeah that would be great." Alec and Aline took out their phone as they swapped numbers.

"Well sent. See you today, at 5." Magnus smiled, as he walked over to what seems to be his friends.

"He is a bit weird." Aline stated.

"Nah, he isnt." Alec was now smilig like an idiot.

(PART 2 SOON)

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[littlemissagere]

hiI!!

saw you doing hc's! is it possible to do either little!venti or little!aether? i personally hc them as like, around 1/3 age range, but its really up to you!

thanks!

Hiya! Thanks for the request!<3

———+ Venti and Aether AgeRe headcanons!

—————; 🪽💚🍶 Venti!

🍶 Venti regresses to 0-3, he’s definitely a little guy

🍃 the first time he regressed around Aether/Traveler, he was very scared, since it was always him alone—or around the other Archons. Aether ended up being very accepting, and even explained his regression too!

🍶 Sneezes, and then hesitated on if he is going to cry or giggle

🍃 Whines until he is picked up

🍶 He regressed at the Tavern one time, and ended up babbling and crying for a whole ten minutes until he got distracted by Rosaria talking to him. She knows about regression from Barbara and Kaeya.

🍃 Shy, veryyyyyy shy

🍶 In the Traveler's teapot, he has his own little playroom.

🌱 His caregiver(s) spoil him!

🍶 Sensory overload is very easy unfortunately for poor little venti, he will cry :<

🌱 Many babbles and giggles

🍶 He really likes to play outside and feel the wind, he sometimes forgets he IS the anemo Archon…

🌱 Zhongli has witnessed him regress many times before, and has grown to learn a lot about it. He takes great interest in the subject

—————; ✨💧⚜️ Aether !

⚜️ Aether regresses very little, he doesn’t have much time, being a Hero and all. His little age is around 1-5, but it’s usually younger, around 1-3 due to him regressing less often, and being little little instead!

💧Aether has regressed around Paimon, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, and Yae Miko before. They all understand how he works… though he is usually in big space most of the time

⚜️ He Regressed because of a game of hide and seek one time, due to some children in Liyue

💧A big ‘crybaby’, water works are easily triggered

⚜️ He is an “impure” regressor, he’s sad very often, usually missing his sister

💧Amber sewed Aether a stuffy of Lumine, so he wouldn’t feel so sad

⚜️ He enjoys bottles!

💧 He is light, and also loves to be held, so if he is regressed—depending on who he is around, they will hold him.

⚜️ He regressed around Yae Miko on accident when talking about how he missed his sister, and how she’d brush his hair and braid it, because it made me relaxed. Yae Miko knew a bit about regression, due to hearing it around Inazuma.

💧 Xiao surprisingly was a natural at handling Aether's regressing as well… Aether calls for him a lot when little.. Xiao is his primary caregiver. “Papa Xiao?” “Dada?” Is usually his call to him.. he’s crying 90% of the time :’(

⚜️ Semi verbal, usually stumbles on his words, and will get frustrated over it

💧 Though, he is an absolute sweetheart, giving hugs and little kisses to show appreciation <3

—-

I hope you enjoy it!

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[azurelyy]

hi! found you through blossoming hurricane and the way you write Kakashi in that is sooooo 😩😩 i know it’s not about him but the way you describe him is so hot. plzzz can you write something about what he and y/n would do on a first date? just a fluff

OMG! This ask seriously made my day, thank you very much, darling! And don't worry, Kakashi is a total hottie so I am flattered that you think I write him well.

This is my first ever request post, so I hope you like it! I apologize that it took me so long but I have recently moved so I had to get my life in order.

Title: Chapters and Champagne

Pairing: Kakashi x f!Reader

Warnings: fluff, flirting, mentions of adult content, minor NSFW hints, drinking

Seven minutes. You have been ready now for about fifteen minutes, the nerves and anticipation of the evening looming over you like a rainstorm. You glance at yourself in the mirror for the fifth time, making sure your make-up looks the same (it does) and that your hair is still nice (it is). You sigh and look at the clock.

Five minutes. You take in a deep breath through your nose, closing your eyes as you release it out through your mouth. Kakashi had sprung the idea of a date on you Monday and it had completely taken you off guard. You had been friendly with each other for a few weeks now, having casual conversations any time he entered your bakery, usually with a new book in hand from the shop next door. 

On Monday, you had been prepping a customer order in the back of 24 cupcakes (for Sakura’s birthday party, vanilla cupcakes with pink, white chocolate frosting and cute white flowers adorned over them) when you heard the soft dinging of the bell up front, indicating to you a customer’s arrival.

You smiled as you rounded the corner and met Kakashi’s onyx gaze, his gloved hands wrapped around a new book, and he gave you a small chuckle.

“Hiya,” His voice had a hint of mischief to it.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny?” You asked as you wiped your hands over your rose-colored apron.

“You, uh,” His eyes had a playful glint within them, “You’ve got something on your cheek.” 

You felt your face grow hot as you turned away from him, realizing you didn’t have a mirror nearby. You turned around to find Kakashi standing behind you, his body so close that you could smell his cologne - the scent of grapefruit and cedar overwhelming your senses and transporting you into a fall forest, with rich amber and golden leaves all around you - before his rich voice broke you out of your trance.

“Here, let me help,” His voice was velvety, an octave lower than usual, as his strong hand reached up and his calloused-thumb slowly wiped its way across your cheek. You felt a shiver run up your spine as he chucked lowly, a small smile forming from behind his masked face.

“Are you busy on Friday evening?” His question made you feel dizzy, hitting you like a shotgun shot to the heart. And that was how it happened, and now here you were. You looked at the clock again.

Two minutes. The knock at your door nearly made you jump out of your skin. He’s early? You adjusted your hair one final time as you opened the door, not wanting to seem like you were waiting by it the whole time - which you were.

Kakashi was out of his usual military gear and instead had on dark jeans, a plain, white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. The shirt emphasized the muscles all over his body as he stood at your door with his hands in his jean-pockets, a playful smirk adorning his face behind his mask. He looked good in uniform, but you really enjoyed seeing him out of uniform, too. 

“I was expecting you to be late,” You joked, turning to get your purse. 

“Only for you,” He said casually. “You look...” He paused and it made you shuffle your feet uncomfortably as you turned back to face him. His gaze was intense as he slowly looked you up and down, making you set your sights behind him, focussing instead on the clouds drifting lazily through the sky. 

“Adorable,” He concluded, finally. You smiled at him gently as he took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours as you locked your door, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Will you tell me where we’re going now?” You asked teasingly. 

Just dress comfortably he had said to you before he turned around, placing his book in front of his face and waving his hand at you as he exited the store. 

“Uh-uh,” He replied, “Sorry, Kid. Just follow me.” Kakashi had taken to calling you “kid” when you, regrettably, told him how old you were after he had explained that Minato was his former sensei. 

“Five years isn’t that much older, you know!” You laughed.

“No,” He agreed, “But you were born in a different decade, technically… Kid.” The last word fell out of his mouth slowly, laced with an intoxicating vibrato that made you feel as though your body had been shocked by an electric wave. 

“Come on,” He laughed, his grip around your fingers tightening gently as he pulled you forward to walk next to him. 

You two chatted about your lives as he guided you through the streets of Konoha. He mainly was asking about your life, dodging questions you would ask him by asking ones of his own. We don’t need to discuss my job, he would say, tell me about yours. My family isn’t all that interesting, he had said, but do you have siblings? You answered his questions but felt yourself yearning to hear more about the Mysterious Kakashi Hatake. Realizing that he wasn’t going to answer personal questions, you decided to hit him with one you knew he would have to answer.

“So,” You dragged out the last vowel playfully, “Why did you ask me out?”

He hummed in response. “We’re here.” 

You realized that you were outside the bookstore next to your bakery and you laughed, doubling over in pain. He had guided you all throughout the city just to take you to a spot that was minutes away from your house. 

He opened the door for you with an amused expression and gestured for you to go in first. Your laughter was immediately snuffed out when you passed through the doorway. The inside was dark, the only light being that of the hundreds of candles placed all throughout the store. There was a table set for two in the middle of the store, and all the books had been rearranged on the shelves so that the pages were facing outwards, hiding the spines and titles. You made your way through the shelves, following the candlelit pathway toward the table.

Kakashi pulled your chair out for you, allowing you to sit down, before making his way to the chair next to you. The seating arrangement was intimate and made you feel as though the two of you had been married for decades, insisting on sitting in close proximity so that you could hold hands and gossip all throughout the night. You watched as the candlelight flickered against his strong jawline, the mood lighting making his features stand out to you even more from beneath the mask. His expression was hard to read, his dark eyes resembling black holes that you very much wanted to get sucked into, as he watched you taking in the scene.

“How did you do this?” You asked.

“I noticed that everytime I visit the bakery, you have a romance book sitting behind the front counter,” He chuckled when your cheeks grew hot and you cast your gaze away from him. “So, I assumed you were a romantic at heart. I hope that I wasn’t wrong?”

“N-Not at all,” You sighed, “It’s… perfect. Really.” You smiled at him and glanced around the room once more. He had managed to stun you into silence.

“Ahem,” A younger voice said from around the shelves.

“Ah, yes,” Kakashi pulled his gaze away from you, “You can come in.” 

You giggled as a young boy came from around the shelves with a bottle of champagne. He looked to be about ten years old; the champagne bottle looked almost doubled in size in his hands, and he was staring down at his feet.

“Kakashi-sensei,” He sighed, “I-I don’t know how to open this.” 

Kakashi’s laugh was thick and full, making you squeeze your legs together and turn away for fear of being drawn to his laugh like a moth to a flame. His laugh could very easily be the death of you, igniting you on fire from the inside out. 

“I can open it. Here.” He took the bottle from the boy’s hands and opened it with a loud pop as he grabbed your glass and filled it up. He finished pouring his and he gave you a small wink. 

“You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” You said as you took a sip of your drink. The bubbles coated your tongue and slid their way down your throat, the sensation reminiscent of how you felt every time Kakashi touched you. It made you wonder what kissing him would feel like and the thought made you clear your throat lightly.

“Oh,” He replied, “It was nothing, really.”

“Yeah, he made us do all the work.” The boy grumbled. You looked at Kakashi and he gave you his signature, nonchalant smile through his mask. “But experience is experience!” The boy walked away after that.

“What does that mean?” You questioned.

“I, um,” Kakashi trailed off as the boy returned with two menus.

“We’re on a mission,” The child chimed in, “Gai-sensei’s orders. He said ‘Make sure those two end the night with a smooch, otherwise it will be a complete failure’.” He shrugged and walked away and you began laughing hysterically. 

“You’re evil,” You whispered. He cleared his throat in response and you felt his hand gently rub its way across your knee and over your thighs, causing your spine to tingle and your heart to skip a beat.

The rest of the night felt very much like a fantasy. You and Kakashi ended up talking for at least two hours after the meal and dessert (which Kakashi insisted you have, and you laughed when you saw it was a cake that you had made that very same day that was placed under the name ‘Gorgeous’. You had seen weirder names, so you didn’t even give it a second thought at the time). After the first hour, the boy had whined and told Kakashi he was assigned to clean up as well.

“Tell Gai-sensei that the mission was a success.” Kakashi had stated.

“But he insisted I HAD to stay until you smooched!” The boy protested.

Kakashi groaned. “Just tell him we did. I’ll play along and I’ll clean up, don’t worry.” 

Kakashi still hadn’t answered many questions about himself, but his hand kept slowly grazing along your thigh and knee, making your head feel light and the skin under his touch tingle. The thought of arguing with him was completely out of the question while he touched you, so you gave up and focussed instead on the way his shoulder muscles tensed as you laughed, or the way his jaw would become tense every time he laced a calloused finger over your inner thigh, making you imagine the way his mouth must have formed into a tight line behind the mask.

He walked you back to your apartment - this time, he was kind enough not to make you run all around town - and you both stalled outside of your door under the moonlight. It reflected off his silver hair, making you want to know the way it would feel to run your fingers through it as he moaned your name into the darkness of your bedroom. His ebony eyes were locked onto you with the intensity of a lighting bolt crashing to the earth.

“Hey,” You said, “You know, you never did answer my question.”

Kakashi tilted his head lightly to the side as if to say “I haven’t answered most of your questions, which do you mean?” 

“Oh?” His voice was like a velvet choker around your neck, soft and smooth. “And which would that be?”

“Why’d you ask me out?” You leaned your body into the door, the cold wood cutting through your layers of clothes and the warmth of your skin. It was a nice contrast to the heat Kakashi had you in all night.

“Oh, that one.” He laughed and grazed a finger through your hair, pushing a stray strand behind your ear. You felt your heart pounding inside your chest at the gesture, causing you to lean back even more to the door as he brought his face closer to yours, the scent of mint and lavender overwhelming your senses. 

You caved and slowly closed your eyes, trying to breathe in as much of him as humanly possible, as you felt his lips slowly press onto yours. The feeling caused sparks to ignite throughout your body and you fought the urge to gasp at the sensation of his unmasked mouth on yours. You reached forward and held onto his jacket, pulling him closer to you. He gripped the side of your face and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over your lips slowly and carefully as his other hand reached around your waist and pulled you even closer to him. 

His breath was cool against your tongue as he worked his own around it. You allowed yourself to fall into him completely as you moved your hands from his jacket to his soft hair, pushing him into you and wishing that you could bend the realities of space and somehow get even closer to him. 

You pulled yourself away slightly and looked into his hooded gaze, his jet-black eyes filled with a mischievous yearning. You glanced down and saw, for the first time, his fine mouth that was formed into a half smirk. This man was hot, and it made you quiver with anticipation.

“Do you want to come inside?” The question slipped from you before you had time to consider what you were saying.

He replied by giving you another soft kiss as he grabbed your keys from your purse, the jingling acting like your own personal symphony as he swiftly unlocked your door and guided you inside.

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[mayfieldss]

Can't let go - Dick Grayson

Warnings; language, sexual innuendos, small arguments.

Pairing; Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Summary; You and Dick used to be in love. After your relationship comes to an end, Dick realizes that he never stopped loving you, and maybe he never will.

AN; very loosely inspired by 'Bad Omens' by 5SOS, thanks for the idea / song rec @hiya-its-amber

For the first time in months, Dick feels at peace. He's comfortable and happy, tangled in the sheets with your head on his chest. Your breaths match his, and with his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin, he can convince himself that this is how it's meant to be. It's proof that he can be happy and that maybe he deserves to be.

"You're oddly quiet." He can hear the smile in your voice, your words drowned in it, and Dick lets himself soak in the fact that you're content. You're content with him.

"Does that bother you?" He presses a kiss to your hair, fingers running absentmindedly over your spine. Your skin is smooth there, scarless, unlike his own.

"I like hearing your voice." You shift in his embrace so you can look at him, and it hits Dick then, just how much he loves the way you look in the morning.

"And like hearing yours." He smiles, and you do the same, the sound of a laugh catching in your throat as he flips over, switching your positions. He's grinning as he presses soft kisses to your neck, and he tries his best to savor the feeling of his lips on your skin. Your hands move over his back and shoulders with touches that alternate between light fingers, skimming over his muscles, and soft hands gripping him tight.

Dick moves his attention to your collarbone, and you chuckle when his hair falls forward, tickling your shoulders. "Get yourself up here, Grayson." He loves the way you say it, and he does as he's told, bringing his lips up to meet yours.

"How ‘bout, I make us breakfast, and we can finish this later?" He stares down at you with gentle eyes, watching as you think it over. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and Dick knows more than anything that he would do whatever it took to stay in this moment with you.

"You've got yourself a deal." A Cheshire cat-like smile graces your lips, as you say it, making Dick's stomach do flips.

"What would you like me to make?" He knows the answer already because you give him the same one every time he asks. He only offers you the question so he can stay in bed with you a little while longer.

"You know what I want Grayson, you always do."

Dick raises an eyebrow, fingers running up and down your arm with featherlight touches. "That's an expensive meal you're asking for baby, it'll cost you."

He watches as you bite your lip, the look in your eyes now forever being one of his favourites, before you pull him down into a kiss. It starts soft, sweet, and full of all your affections, but changes soon to something needy and passionate, a feeling so good that it's criminal.

When you pull back for air, you keep him close, arms over his shoulders. "How much does it cost now?"

You smile again, and Dick releases a breathy laugh, moving a hand up to touch your cheek. "Just give me a few more of those, and you have yourself a free meal."

With no hesitation you pull him back toward you, lips melting into his. You were perfect for him, and the feelings that consumed Dick at that moment were still left unmatched.

That's his favourite memory of you, and he recalls it in detail whilst he burns his third plate of food this week. He can't focus on anything other than what he's lost, and he knows he has no one to blame for that but himself. He tried blaming you. He thought if he did, then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. Maybe he could create some reason in his mind, an explanation for why he did what he did. You had your flaws, but Dick loved every one of them, and there's nothing he can use to pin his pain on you, even if you are the source of it.

When Rachel enters the kitchen Dick hardly notices until he's turned around to see her sitting at the marble island. He puts his plate down, dumping the pan in the sink.

"That's really what you're eating?" Rachel screws up her nose as she watches Dick stand with his back against the counter, plate back in his hand as he takes a small bite of the charred meal. "Did you cook that on a barbecue or something?"

Dick just shrugs, trying to offer the young girl a smile. "It tastes alright." It's a lie and an obvious one at that.

"Dick, put that down, Jesus." Rachel stands, making her way over to him and dumping his plate in the sink. She turns to the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and chucks him an apple. "I can't sit here and watch you eat shit. What was that even supposed to be, anyway?"

Dick grumbles as he watches his meal submerge itself into the water-filled sink, "It was meant to be an omelette, and you didn't have to watch me eat it."

Rachel gives him a pointed look. "That was not an omelette."

Dick turns his gaze away from the burnt, sunken, pile, allowing himself to return Rachel's stare. "I didn't say it was an omelette, I said that's what it was meant to be."

"Well, that doesn't matter." Rachel waves him off, and suddenly her expression changes to one of concern, though it's not directed at him. "I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?" He takes a bite of the apple in his hands, and Dick has to admit that it's a thousand times better than what he had attempted to eat before.

"It's about Y/N."

At the sound of your name Dick almost chokes, but he masks it with a cough, placing the apple on the counter. "What about her?"

Rachel eyes him cautiously, elbows resting on the marble countertop. "Gar and I saw her the other day, at the grocery store, and—" she pauses, frowning at Dick in a way he can't describe. It's something between pity and blame. "You really did a number on her, didn't you?"

Dick stays silent. He knows what he did to you, how he broke your heart. It haunts him every day.

"Aren't you going to ask how she is? Don't you care?" There are tears in Rachel's eyes, and for the first time in since Dick broke it off with you, he remembers how close the two of you had been. Rachel loved you, always stealing you away from him to talk 'girl stuff' in her room or to ask for advice. He'd been so stuck in his own self-pity to remember that.

"I care, Rachel, I do." He finds it hard to look at the girl, her face a reminder of every person he's let down. He wants to ask how you are, but he's afraid of the answer. Rachel tells him anyway.

"You broke her, you know that, right? She loved you so much."

Dick can only nod, her words breaking him down like a chisel to stone.

"I know, Rachel."

She stands, unable to contain her emotions, and stares him down, disappointment in her eyes. Rachel lowers her voice, the sound of heartbreak itself. "She wanted to marry you, Dick. She loved you that much."

That's his breaking point, words that Dick already knew deep down, solidified in the air between him and Rachel Roth. He turns away, pushing down the lump in his throat at the thought of you, walking down the aisle to him. It was something you'd planned together but never gone through with. Five years of love left to rot in the form of half-made wedding plans and late-night conversations.

"She still loves you Dick, and I know you love her too. You can fix this, but you've gotta do it soon." He listens as Rachel's footsteps recede down the hall, leaving him with tears he knows are about to fall.

Dick's hands rest atop the steering wheel, his eyes on the road with you beside him in the passenger seat. You look beautiful, and your smile is wider than usual when he turns to spare a glance at you.

"They looked so happy, didn't they?" You look at him as you say it, locking your eyes with his before he is forced to turn back to the road. By they, you mean the two friends of yours you just witnessed getting married, vows, flowers, and wedding cake enveloping your mind.

"I've never been a fan of weddings, but I think I'd like to get married one day." You sound so dreamy, so in love with the concept at that moment, and Dick lets a laugh escape into the air of the car.

"Nice subtle hint you dropped there."

He sees your head turn back to him in his peripheral, a smile wide on his lips that he can't seem to remove.

"That makes it sound like you're not interested in marrying me. Am I not wife material, Dick Grayson?" You've got a hand over your heart in mock offense as you say it and Dick drums his fingers against the steering wheel, preparing himself for what he's about to say.

"Don't worry baby, I have every intention of marrying you," He dares to risk another look in your direction, greeted by the wide smile on your lips, "if you're up for it of course."

He watches your nose scrunch up, your smile widening before you place a hand on his cheek, nudging him back to face the road. "You can't marry me if we die in a car crash, Grayson, eyes on the prize, baby."

Dick raises an eyebrow, smirk on his lips "You are my prize."

You laugh at that, resting your head on the seatbelt. Dick doesn't know how you find it comfortable, but you act as though it is. "Mrs. Grayson," You mumble, the words making Dick's stomach turn in excitement. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

His cheeks hurt, aching with the overload of elation Dick feels. He reaches over to you, placing his hand in yours, the other on the wheel. "I like the way that sounds," He mutters, "can you say it again?"

After that conversation, everything was different in a good way. Dick knew where he stood with you, and he knew how much he really wanted everything to work out. The fact you wanted him the same was what made everything perfect, even if the two of you weren't. You were two flawed people who somehow made each other whole, and with each memory that Dick turned over in his head, the reason he had ruined that grew fainter. He blamed it on his loving you too much, but perhaps the problem lay in Dick's fear that you might leave him when you promised to stay.

Right now, he's in the middle of a staring contest with his phone as it sits innocently on the coffee table. He wants to grab it, strangle it in his hand, and call you for one last shot. He wants to ask for your forgiveness. He wants to kiss your lips again and never let you go. He can't let you go. It's impossible to love someone as much as he loves you and not have them stick to you like glue.

The last time he called you, you didn't answer. He thought you'd moved on, quicker than he ever thought you could, but what Rachel so bittersweetly informed him of contradicts everything he thought he knew. There's a chance that you still want him, that you're still willing to be his person, and that's a chance he's willing to take.

He picks up the phone and slips it into his pocket, praying that he hasn't ruined the only thing he really needs as he heads for the elevator. It's risky, and by the time he's made it to his car, his hands are shaking. He can't reach over the centre console and hold your hand in his this time. He ruined that. And he has to fix it alone.

Dick Grayson can't breathe. He's trying to make sense of the situation before him, you standing in the doorway of your apartment, whilst Dick is in the hall mouth agape. He watches your eyes widen, the initial shock of seeing him settling upon you before you slam the door in his face.

That snaps him out of whatever trace he was stuck in, and he knocks one once more, calling out. "Y/N, please open the door."

He hears you shuffling around on the other side of the door, the faint sound of a sob hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. It rips down his defences, scratching at his skin until he's banging on the door again. He's desperate to get to you if it's the last thing he does.

"Y/N, come on baby, let me in."

"Why should I?" You shout back, voice breaking in the process. Dick ceases his movements, forehead resting against the door in defeat. He wanted this to happen differently. He wanted everything between you to end differently. He didn't want it to end at all.

"We need to talk, Y/N please, I'm begging you, open the door."

His heart tears open with every word, hands rested on firmly on the wood before him, until finally, the doorknob turns.

The door is left open by about an inch, an invitation for Dick to let himself in. He does so with relief, but when he steps inside, you've placed yourself halfway across the living room, a clear indication that even though he's allowed in, you still need space. Your arms are folded around yourself like some kind of protective barrier between you and him.

"I'm sorry." The words are pathetic and not nearly enough to excuse all he's done. "I'm so sorry."

You're staring him down, unblinking as if you're afraid doing so will make your tears fall faster. Dick hates himself, and pure burning disgust for his own being runs through his veins when you speak.

"Why? Why did you do it?"

Dick wants to be sick right there on your carpeted floor, but he stays strong for you. He'll try to for as long as he can.

"I didn't want what I do to put you in danger." He stands straighter, pushing back the lump in his throat, trying to keep what it means at bay. "I didn't want to see you get hurt because of me."

You let out a shallow laugh, casting your eyes across the ground. The whole situation seems so dark, lonely, and broken, and Dick supposes that represents both of you perfectly.

"Are you hearing yourself, Dick?" You look up at him, and it's impossible for Dick to interpret the emotion behind your eyes. There's too much of it to see through. "You did the one thing that could actually hurt me."

He can't think of anything to say to that. Dick wants to say sorry again, but it won't do any good. He knows that now. He stares at you with sorrow and disbelief, unable to form a single word. He came here to tell you he still loves you, but he doesn't know if you'll want to hear it.

"I thought you wanted me. I thought we had it all planned out." You swallow harshly, collecting yourself and Dick watches the tears roll down your cheeks, watches the way they are highlighted by the light reflecting off of them. He did that to you.

"I still want you, I do." Dick wants to move forward, but he knows it's not a good choice to make. "I want to go through with everything, all the plans we made. I want to marry you." It's abruptly spoken, and his voice shakes. His own tears prick against his eyes, and he pushes them back as best he can.

"If you wanted me, why'd you leave?" Your voice inches up in volume, and your arms fold around your body tighter, protecting yourself from the man who swore to protect you.

There's nothing Dick can say but the truth. He can't hide behind half of it, say only what he wants to believe, not anymore.

"I was scared you'd leave me first, okay? I was afraid I'd lose you to something I couldn't control, and I let that fear control me."

His tears forge a path down his cheeks, hot against his skin, his voice raising itself considerably, another thing he can't stop. "I didn't want to pull out a ring, and have you say no."

"I would've said yes. You know that." You're shaking your head in disbelief, taking small steps in his direction. "You know more than anything just how much I love you. I would've said yes."

You still sound angry with him, but your voice is softer, and with each second Dick finds it harder to breathe. He remembers everything so clearly, the five years he spent loving you that he threw away in one night.

"I didn't want to lose you, and I felt like it was going to happen, so I thought why not sooner rather than later?" His eyes burn, and he sucks in another breath to hold against his chest. "I regret everything I said to you that night. I fucked up, but I still fucking love you."

"I love you too." You're still miles from him, halfway across the room, and Dick wants to reach for you and make things right.

"It can't go back to the way it was, Dick." Your words cut deep, pulling at his heart like someone to a harp’s strings. "You have to earn it."

He takes in your words, breathing in his punishment. He's willing to do whatever it takes to get back to the place he was with you before. "Just give me one chance, Y/N, I won't fuck it up this time. I promise."

Your eyes scan over him as if accessing a threat and Dick hates that you see him that way now. "One chance."

And just like that relief floods his veins, his body loosening as you make your way to him, steps slow with caution. Once close enough, Dick reaches out, at peace when you move into his arms. With eyes shut tightly, he presses a kiss to your hair, tears still forcing themselves from his eyes in silence. "I'm so sorry." His words are muffled, and you stay quiet, but somehow that's enough.

AN: I literally hate this ending.

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[lyranova]

Baseless Rumors

Hiya guys! So I’m in a YuNeva brainrot lately so i decided to write this instead of everything else I need to do 😆! It was an idea I’ve had rolling around a bit in the past and I even had it in a poll a while back 👀, so I decided to go ahead and write it out. I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 2,656

Warnings: None

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It was a lovely Spring day in the Spade kingdom, the snow was beginning to melt slightly during the warm day, before freezing up again during the evening hours. Birds started to chirp and sing, and bears and other forest creatures were beginning to come out of hibernation. It was as though the world was coming back to life.

But in House Grinberryall, it was the complete opposite. At least for its young King.

Yuno quietly listened as he heard pleas and propositions from some noble families. Usually, he would push them off and tell them he was too busy, but he couldn’t push them off any longer. As he listened, he noticed that all their ideas were either purely for their own benefit or were ripped off from someone else, someone who was often a commoner or a peasant.

“ — an heir?”

Suddenly, Yuno’s ears perked up at the word ‘heir’, and his eyebrow raised a bit.

“ What did you say?” Yuno asked in a calm tone, he watched the nobleman to his right suddenly clear his throat before repeating himself.

“ I asked when do you and the Queen plan on having an heir?” Lord Draec asked and Yuno frowned.

“ Not anytime soon, why?’’ He asked as he straightened up in his chair, he watched the lords all look at each other for a moment. “ Why are you asking?” He asked again, his voice more firm and serious.

“ Well, it’s just that…House Grinberryall promised us each the possibility of marrying the heir if our houses gave the royal family our support during the Civil War and-.” Lord Draec continued but was quickly cut off.

“ Who did your family make this deal with?” He asked, his tone cold and serious. He watched the Lords shudder and hesitate before they continued speaking.

“ Y-Your grandfather-.”

“ Exactly, your family made that deal with my grandfather, not with my father or with me. So that deal is well over 50 years old, and if you all remember, I enacted a law that annuals any promises of marriage that were made between the Royals and Nobles.” Yuno told them matter-of-factly. “ And even if that law didn’t exist, I still wouldn’t honor your promise. My child deserves the right to choose their own partner, whether they’re a royal, noble, commoner, or even peasant. I will not sell off my child’s future for my own benefit.”

Yuno watched them all pale at his words, and then he saw them wince, which meant his words had struck a nerve.

Yuno stood up to leave, quietly declaring the meeting over, when one of the Lords suddenly shouted after him:

“ Is that how you really feel? Or are you only saying this because you don’t want anyone to know that your wife is barren?” The Lord Faboren shouted, making Yuno pause his movements.

“ What did you say?” His tone was colder than ice, and the nobles suddenly felt a huge wave of mana come off of him in their direction, signaling that they had angered him.

“ I-!” The lord stammered as he stared at Yuno, his face as white as the snow outside, he realized he made a mistake, but it was already too late. Yuno suddenly waved his hand, causing a gust of wind to shoot toward them, knocking them off their feet and out of the throne room.

Squeaks and shouts rang out as the poor, unsuspecting servants watched the Noblemen lying on the floor. Yuno walked towards them slowly, his amber eyes full of anger and with a hint of disgust.

“ This is why I hate nobles. All you know how to do is run your mouth and start baseless rumors.” Yuno said as he stared down at them. “ If you ever say something like that about my wife, your Queen, again…I will personally strip you all of your titles and lands and give them to people a lot more deserving of them than you.” Yuno added before he put his grimoire away and walked away from the terrified men. He heard a chorus of ‘Yes, Your Majesty!’ as well as some apologies, but firmly ignored them.

He sighed and shook his head as he walked down the halls, with Ralph following silently behind him. He realized he probably took it too far earlier with the Nobles and should have acted more calmly, but, he just…couldn’t stand it when they talked about his wife that way, or when they would start baseless about her.

“ Sir? Are you alright?” Ralph asked, pulling Yuno out of his thoughts, he blinked for a moment and realized he had stopped walking.

“ I’m fine, my mind just got to wandering, is all,” Yuno said quietly, he suddenly turned to look at Ralph. “ Is that the newest rumor going around now? That Neva is barren?” He watched the older man's eyes widen a bit before he reluctantly nodded.

“ It is, supposedly it came from a nurse in the medical wing a while ago, but it recently began to pick up speed after your second wedding anniversary,” Ralph said softly. “ Because usually-’’ He was suddenly cut off by Yuno.

“ Because usually, the Royal Family has an heir a few months to a year after their marriage.” Yuno finished with another sigh, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ And they’re, what, panicking? Nervous?’’

“ A bit of both, I think.”

“ Can’t people just mind their own business instead of sticking their noses in mine and my wife’s?” Yuno asked with irritation. It should have been expected that everyone would be curious and nosy, he was the King after all, but it was still hard for him and Neva, they were very private people and wanted to keep it that way.

“ The people here, when they see someone happy, tend to do whatever they can to drag them down and make them miserable, whether that’s by causing rumors or starting arguments. Why? Because they’re miserable, and they want everyone else to be as well.” Ralph said in a comforting tone, and Yuno nodded. “ It still doesn’t make it right, though.” He quickly added, causing Yuno to chuckle.

“ No, no it doesn’t.” Yuno agreed before he began to walk away. “ I’m going to go see my wife, Ralph, could you-?”

“ I’ll start trying to squash that rumor, sir,” Ralph said as he saluted him, and Yuno couldn’t help but smile and nod in thanks.

Yuno walked down the long and winding halls of the castle in search of his wife. He looked in their bedroom, the library, and finally the kitchen. But she was nowhere in sight. He turned the corner and finally saw his wife standing beside a large window, and he smiled as the light of the afternoon sun gently graced her face.

As he walked up to her, he noticed she appeared to be lost in thought. He tilted his head a bit, he wondered what she was thinking about. Was she thinking about her friends and loved ones back in Clover? Or was she thinking about the weather? Or maybe she was thinking about him? He felt his cheeks flush at the thought, they were married, and yet he still got embarrassed at silly thoughts like that.

Neva turned her head slightly, and he watched her light purple eyes suddenly widen in surprise, she must have really been lost in thought if he snuck up on her like this.

“ Good morning,” He greeted softly as he came to stand beside her, she smiled a bit at him.

“ ‘Morning’? Yuno, it’s already 1 in the afternoon.” Neva said with a quiet chuckle, Yuno smiled a bit in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his head.

“ Is it? I guess that meeting took a lot longer than I thought.” Yuno muttered, and he saw a knowing smirk on his wife’s face.

“ Ah yes, I heard about your meeting today. I also heard that the Nobles ran out of the Castle with their tails between their legs.” Neva said as she crossed her arms, Yuno looked out the window.

“ I may’ve taken it a little farther than I should have,” Yuno admitted as he looked out the window. “ But I don’t regret it, and I won’t apologize for it.” He added seriously as he looked back at his wife, her eyes brows raised a bit.

“ What they said or did must’ve been really bad then,” Neva said as she walked up to him. “ Do you want to talk about it?”

Yuno looked into her eyes for a moment before nodding, he took his wife’s hand in his before leading her outside the Castle and far away from prying eyes and ears. He used his wind magic to clear the small area of snow and watched his wife make a small rectangular-shaped object with her Diamond magic for the two of them to lie on.

As soon as the two lay down, they fell into their normal, comfortable silence. People always found it funny that the two could do that, and whenever they were asked about it, the two would just shrug and say they didn’t know how or why they did it, they just did. It has always been their thing.

Yuno looked over and saw his wife staring up at the grey, cloudy sky. The sun would creep through ever so slightly, and when it did it basked her in a beautiful warm glow. He reached out and gently began to play with a strand of her long platinum blonde hair, he remembered when she had cut it short many years ago, saying she wanted a change. And how nervous she was when she showed it to him for the first time, but he still found her to be beautiful no matter if her hair was long or short. Because she was still her.

“ Are you planning on telling me what happened, or am I going to have to drag it out of you?” Neva asked as she turned her head to face him, her tone was somewhat serious, but he saw a playful look in her eyes. Yuno smiled and continued playing with her hair.

“ What are your thoughts on having kids?” Yuno suddenly asked, ignoring her question.

“ Where did that question come from all of a sudden?”

“ I was just curious.”

“ We’ve discussed it before, haven’t we?” Neva asked with a frown, and Yuno nodded.

“We have, but I just wanted to see if your thoughts changed,” Yuno said softly, continuing to play with her hair, Neva closed her eyes before making a humming noise.

“ I…want kids, but I’m also scared to have kids. What if I’m a terrible mother? Or what if they don’t like me? Or what if…” She trailed off, he watched sadness creep into her eyes. “ What if I don’t get the chance to watch them grow up like my parents, and I end up leaving them all alone…” Neva trailed off, her fear and worry seeping into her voice. Yuno moved his hand from her head to the side of her face, and he gently cupped her face.

“ I worry about that too,” He admitted quietly. “ Especially since we have a lot of political enemies around us. But I know you, just like you know me, and I don’t think either of us will leave our kids all alone. At least not without one hell of a fight.” Yuno added with a small smile, and he watched Neva chuckle before nodding in agreement.

“ And I think you’ll be a great mom, and I can’t imagine any of our kids not liking you. Honestly, I think our kids will like you a lot more than me.”

“ Liar. Our kids will love you just as much as I do, and I can already imagine our future daughter being close to you and having you wrapped around her little finger.” Neva said with a smile and Yuno scoffed as his cheeks turned bright red as he tried to quietly deny it.

“ Anyway, enough of that, tell me what happened,” Neva said after another minute of silence. Yuno’s smile returned to his face as his hand moved back to her strand of hair to play with it before he explained what the nobles said, and what he did to them.

As he finished recounting the day's events, he didn’t see a hint of surprise in her eyes or on her face, which caused him to frown.

“ Did…you already know about the rumor?” Yuno asked as he raised a brow, and Neva nodded.

“ I did.”

“ Then why didn’t you say anything?” Yuno asked, and he watched her sigh before she moved her head to stare back up at the sky.

“ Because it’s just a stupid rumor someone started, and I didn’t want you to worry or get upset over it,” Neva said softly as she watched the clouds move quickly across the sky. “ So I just…kept it to myself.”

Yuno sighed as he turned his head to watch the clouds float by, she had known about the rumor and kept it quiet for his sake. He felt bad that he hadn’t heard or noticed it until now, when she had been carrying that burden for probably over a year now.

“ Besides, the rumor clearly isn’t true…at least not as of today,” Neva said softly as she turned to stare at her husband with a knowing gaze, and he turned to look at her with a confused frown.

“ What do you mean?” He asked, the confusion on his face bleeding into his voice. Neva grinned before turning away from him.

“ What do you think I mean?” Neva asked with a quirked brow, Yuno just stared blankly at her. “ Seriously? You didn’t understand what I was saying?”

Yuno’s frown deepened as he replayed her words over and over again, the rumor wasn’t true, at least as of today? What did she mean by that? As his face studied hers for a few moments it slowly began to dawn on him, he watched as her eyebrows raised in a ‘Do you get it now?’ manner.

Oh…Oh!

“ Neva, are you saying…?” He trailed off as his amber eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, but her smile widened, her face turned a slight pink shade, and she nodded.

“ Yes, I’m saying that I’m pregnant.”

Yuno suddenly reached over and pulled his wife into his arms and held her tightly, but not too tightly. They were going to have a baby!

“ But…I thought we agreed we weren’t going to have a baby for another year or two?” Yuno asked softly as he looked down at his wife, who looked a bit sheepish.

“ That’s what I thought too, but…it looks like your swimmers had a different idea.” Neva teased with a giggle, and she watched her husband's face turn a bright red.

“ You’ve been around my mother and the Captain’s wives too much.” He said as he buried his face into her shoulder and shook his head, he felt her gently pat his back as she chuckled.

“ I can’t wait to tell Asta and the others at the orphanage at Asta’s wedding this weekend,” Yuno said softly after they fell quiet again, Neva pulled away and looked at him for a moment.

“ Actually, I was thinking of waiting to tell them until after the wedding. I don’t want to take away any attention from them.” Neva said softly as she looked up at him, she could feel his excitement deplete just a bit, but he nodded in understanding.

“ Alright, I won’t tell them until after the wedding.” He promised as he kissed the top of her head and then placed a soft one against her lips.

Neva giggled as he repeatedly kissed her lips, face, neck, and cheeks over and over again. The last time he had been this excited was when she had agreed to marry him.

The next few months would be very interesting.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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[bakersstreetirregulars]

CRK x BTS Collaboration Pre-Show: Braver Together!

⚙️ Yes, you’re seeing that right! The BTS Crossover begins October 13th! And it’ll keep going until the far-off date of… JANUARY 19TH!!! We’ve got everything ready for a three-month crossover experience, complete with not one, not two, but SEVEN Special Cookies! All with a special class, the Safeguarded passive, and the same skill which levels up alongside the Cookies to bring the music to the battlefield! We’re all ready to cover everything except one more thing… (gets shoved aside)

YOWZA! Watch the mic before I throw you outta the booth!

💀 Hee. Hee hee! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Slide over, you wannabe seceding host! It is I, Licorice Cookie! You’ll have your BTS, but WE have a surprise too! PRESENTING… THE B.A.D. 4! And your new Cookie… SCHWARZWÄLDER!!! 🍫🔨

⚙️ That Choco Werehound Brute?! THAT’S your new Cookie?! Allow me to spell out why this is unusual. HE’S A CAKE MONSTER.

🔨🍫 HEY! I might be a cake, but I’M NO MONSTER! I have a hammer! It stuns people with a normal swing! Can those puny Crepe Arms do THAT?! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH- WHOAH! What are you doing-

⚙️ (Their entire Wafflebot armor set moves into attack mode) I said GET OUT!!! (Throws both Licorice and Schwarzwälder out of the booth through several windows)

⚙️ That’s better. Schwarzwälder is indeed the new “Cookie” with a really big hammer that can inflict a stun effect regularly. Why him? Because Popping Candy Cookie was off on tour with the CAKE POPs. Stats for him and the event, along with costumes in the B.A.D. 4 set for him, Licorice, Red Velvet, and Poison Mushroom will be available alongside a total of 21 Special BTS Cookie costumes!

If you haven’t already, check the numbers across all three of Kingdom’s CookieTube channels and see if they’ve reached a million cumulative subscribers yet! If they have, that’s 3,000 Crystals and 1,000 Rainbow Cubes for everybody!

(The front door opens in the background)

⚙️ …and who’s that at the door now?

🌰 Hiya Crepe! We’re back- (sees the massive shattered windows)

⚙️ Ah, Chestnut! Excuse the shattered windows. They weren’t in the script. Likewise, the router’s gone on its way out for the last month and fixing it is harder than working with my Wafflebots.

🌰 Oh, that’s not a problem! We can have that fixed easily since we have Amber Sugar Cookie on the maintenance panel. The Moon Festival was fun! Here’s a slice of moon cake for you for watching the building… as well as a contract!

⚙️ What’s the contract for?

🌰 Pomegranate Jam Cookie gave us the green light to have your blog with several others go through with production, as well as having you here full-time as part of our primary studio cast in the new intro!

⚙️ AWESOME! Pass me the pen and tell the Editor’s assistant Lemon-Lime Meringue Cookie the news. The Crepe Archives project starring Strawberry Crepe Cookie is underway!

#Youtube #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #new update #crk x bts #bts #cookie run collab #schwarzwälder #licorice cookie #red velvet cookie #poison mushroom cookie #ya yeet #new blog definitely!

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

For Time Never Was An Illusion

Silence! We demand tranquility,

We demand peace, no more.

The battlefield groans under

The weight of our sins;

Get up! Ask for her forgiveness,

Repent! For our sacrilege must

Have us bear the consequences.

There are days when one thrashes,

Bemoaning the discontent of 

The ultraviolence for the holy grail.

Behold! For dreams were never 

Made of gold, 

Were never meant to be sold,

At the cost of your glory;

Were never made from a mold,

Their destiny, never foretold.

Were they vain or simply futile, 

Remains by time cajoled.

Forget! For time never does.

And when our time comes,

There will be redemption.

Never wait! For neither does 

The ticking hand of the clock,

The chime of midnight 

Sounds every day in our dreams

And unleashes our demons.

Persevere! For unbeknownst to 

Even the guileful destiny,

Time bears the fruits of our trees.

~ Cole E. Whittaker

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#cole shitposting #so i wrote after a REALLY long time #don't judge me if this is trash aight? #please i'm begging #poetry #poems #poets #poets & writers #poets&writers #poets and writers #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetry by me #original poetry #poetry by women #queer poets on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled in words #spilled poetry #poetscommunity #spilled thought #spilled poems #poetry blog #cole e. whittaker #hyacinths-on-my-grave #virginia-sappho-emily-and-me #for time never was an illusion

[hiya-itsamber]

➴ county lines please please please!!!!

AHHH YAYYY!! OH EVA IM SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS IN, I HAVE THE PERFECT SONG FOR YOU

your song is...

okay i've had a million + 1 songs i've associated with you over the years eva (call me obsessed, sue me 🤷🏽‍♀️), but i know this is your fav noah song, and it's just so you oh my god?? the beat, the lyrics, it's so eva coded. the song feels like a good friend sitting by you on the couch and telling you "hey, we're in this together" and you have been that person for me for a very long time. i love you so much i hope you know that. a few other songs that you also remind me of are of course, 'orange juice' by noah, 'talk' by hozier, as well as both 'its nice to have a friend' and 'you are in love' by taylor swift (those two mostly because they are comfort songs to me, and you are one of my comfort people).

© hiya-itsamber — amber's 18th hoedown!

#there are a MILLION more songs i could've listed hun #ily mwah mwah mwah <3 #amber answers #✮ amber's 18th hoedown! #eva <3