#sugar-fiend answers

[whatgaviiformes]

Get to know your fic writer ask!

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

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It depends on the fic, but most of the time I try to let the content inspire along the way... or I'll sit there after the story's done trying to think of something that fits. I wish I had a formula to make it easier, but alas. That one is a constantly moving target.

I have a few themes though that help. Everything in vox delphini - the one with the dolphins - is from song titles by an artist called Lights & Motion. His work is atmospheric, and I listen to it often to find inspiration in that Universe.

I also really like single word titles that hint at the story within, usually an adjective. But sometimes a noun. Fathoms, Variegated, Directionless, Opus, Windswept

For Privateers, if a name doesn't come straight away like Hold Fast - which that one was called Hold Fast before I ever wrote a word - I'll look to shanty lyrics. Fathoms comes from the phrase fathoms below somewhere in my playlists. So does blow, ye winds blow. I don't exclusively use songs for this one the way I do for the dolphins. So you also have Oak and Ivory, a play on some key materials and colors laced together in that story. And Brother's Oath which is very what it says on the tin.

That two things interacting with each other is another. Oak and Ivory, Chocolate and Hazel <- this one is my give-Virgil-a-love -interest story. And to be honest, I chose it so I would never forget the color of Everett's eyes.

My favorites of just the titles alone... I really like Muted/Unmuted as a play on the progression in that story. And I think it's eye catching. And I like In Stitches which is a nice little double play on words for the fact that it's a hydrofoil fic story and that it shows his healing g through yarn crafts.

So long winded, but hopefully that provides some insight. 😁

#ask box answers #sugar fiend

[sxgarspice]

Dot in DBS Vegeta’s Saiyan armor 👁

Tiny bonus Dot doing what she does best: complain.

#trash draws : doodles #dragvnsovl #im assuming we mean the grey bodysuit because my brain is fried atm but also #gestures at her #( sugar fiend ; dorothy ) #answered

[squiddokiddo]

Obscure Asks!

7,8 and 15, if that's okay with you? 💙

Hi thanks for asking.💛💛

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7: What's a skill you've always wanted to learn but have never been able to?

Ok so I've had a lot, so for this one I'm going to go with skating and scootering.

When I was little I had this rickety old skateboard I used to ride on all fours (too scared to stand up) that broke. I also wanted a scooter for the longest time, all my friends had one. I eventually got a little second hand scooter but I had nowhere to ride it. (our roads were all gravely)

I still want a scooter, they've been coming back into fashion recently and now you can buy kick scooters for adults that can travel across a whole range of terrain.

8: What's a skill that you love to do but rarely get to talk about?

I wouldn't call it a skill but rather an interest, I love animation and film production especially Thunderbirds and Supermarionation. I have so many useless facts stored in my head and I've learned to restrain myself when these topics are brought up so I don't ramble on and on.

I feel so bad when I go off on a ramble in front of someone, I don't want to bore them.

15: Do you have any weird quirks when it comes to eating your food?

I am right handed for almost everything, drawing, writing, gaming ect. except when it comes to holding a knife and fork, I am left handed. (Fork in right, knife in left)

My grandfather (on my dad's side of the family) was an Irish Catholic and was originally left handed but was forced to write with his other hand as a child causing him to become ambidextrous. (you know, it was a sign of Satan to be left handed) I also believe my grandmother was left handed too.

My dad is right handed but had learned to use a knife and fork left handed as a child, then when I was little he taught me. So yep that's why I eat the way I do.

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Obscure asks

#obscure asks #asks #squidkid answers #squidkid's inbox #sugar-fiend #thunderbirds #animation #cw knife mention #irish catholicism

[theres-a-body-here]

I Luv Halloween

Frank Morrison x Reader

Can anyone recognize the reference?

The cold air bit at your nose as you leaned on the picket fence belonging to Frank's place. You swirled a lollipop in your mouth as you waited for Frank. You played with the strings on your hoodie. A red hoodie with horns, your makeshift devil costume for tonight.

He sure was taking his time getting ready. The sun was already setting and you wanted an early start. You rub your shoulders absentmindedly. Ormond was pretty freezing this time of year; however, that doesn't mean squat to the kids who would stop at nothing for some candy. Some real sugar fiends.

You turned your head when you heard footsteps. Frank walked towards you in his legion mask and hoodie. Risky, but you doubt anyone would notice in a sea of other costumed kids. He stopped in front of you and looked around. "Where are the others?"

You took the lollipop out of your mouth. "Joey's sick with aids or some shit, and Jules and Susie are off scissoring each other."

Frank lets out a long playful groan. "So I'm stuck with you for tonight?"

"Ouch," you say in a deadpan voice. You raise your hand to show off your pumpkin-shaped pail. "Where's your candy bucket?"

Frank rolls his eyes before taking a paper bag from his jacket pocket. He holds it up so you can see inside; there's nothing but crinkling noise coming from within.

"Here's my candy bucket." He said quite proudly. "Now, let's get going already!"

You nod and start walking toward the first house, with Frank keeping pace beside you. "let's see if old Ms. Richards has anything good," you suggest as you see her house up ahead. Frank gives you a nod in agreement. You toss your lollipop away, expecting something better to replace it.

As You approach her house, You notice she doesn't have any Halloween decorations outside. It makes you wonder why someone wouldn't want to join in on all the fun. You and Frank walk up to her porch and ring the bell. After waiting for a few moments, no one answers.

"Seriously?" groaned Frank as he shifted impatiently.

Before you can ring the door bell again she opens the door. The old crone adjusts her glasses as she scans the two of you over, holding a bowl of....oh god.

"Trick or treat..." you and frank say in a bored tone.

She gives the both of you an apple before slamming the door in your faces.

Rude rotting bitch.

You wait until you're back on the sidewalk to start complaining.

Frank looks disappointed with the first haul. "An apple? Seriously? That's just fucking stupid."

"Did you see the look she gave us? Maybe she thinks we're getting too old for Halloween," You muse as you inspect the apple in your hand. It's a Red Delicious. The old hag couldn't even bother to get the good stuff, like a Fuji or something.

Frank rolls his eyes. "We're barely nineteen! Besides, I still love dressing up like a psycho killer every year."

He lifts his mask up a bit to take a bite out of his apple. You see his lips curl into disgust before spitting it back out immediately. "Ugh, these things taste gross."

"Maybe Ms. Richards needs a trick to set her straight," You suggest casually as you put the apple into your pail.

"What did you have in mind?" Frank asks curiously while tossing his apple over his shoulder and into some bushes behind him.

"Just follow me," you reply as you turn to walk down the street. Frank follows closely behind you, his curiosity piqued by whatever plan you might have cooked up.

Together, you make your way through town. Frank begins to recognize the path as he remembers you live around this part of town. It's confirmed when he sees your house down the street.

You stop in front of your house and walk up to your door to open it, motioning for frank to follow you inside. Frank hesitantly enters your home, looking around suspiciously. He notices how tidy everything is compared to his own messy abode.

"Alright, what's this big plan of yours?" He impatiently asks once you close the door behind him.

"Wait at the table," You point at your kitchen counter as you head to the bathroom. Frank waits as he hears you open cabinets. He glances around to take in your decor.

You come out of the bathroom with a box of razor blades and sit at table with him. You take out the apple from your pail.

"Watch and learn from a master," you say, smiling as you open the box and begin to carefully push razor after razor into the apple's flesh.

Frank watches intently as you stuff more than five razors into the fruit. His face twists into pride under his mask when you finish and hold it up triumphantly. It looks normal and unsuspecting enough.

"Shit, you really went all out on this thing..." Frank comments.

"What a beauty. Some of my best work to be honest," you declare as you put the apple back into your plastic pail.

"Well done," Frank congratulates you. "But now comes the tricky part – actually giving it back to her without getting caught."

You smirk. "It's not for her," you reveal as make your way out your front door, waiting for frank to follow.

Frank raises an eyebrow but goes along with you anyway after locking the door behind him. Once outside, he realizes you aren't heading towards Ms. Richard's house anymore. Instead, you seem to be going in the opposite direction entirely.

"Hang on, where are we going?" he asks curiously.

"That bakery near Elm street, where all the pigs hang out at," you say nonchalantly as you keep walking.

"Oh, right...that place." Frank remembers seeing several police officers frequent that particular establishment during their nightly patrols. Nodding to himself, he continues following you.

Together, you arrive at the bakery just as a group of officers enter the shop themselves. They exchange friendly greetings with the owner before ordering various pastries and treats.

"Wait out here, most of these uniforms have your case worker on speed dial," you say chuckling.

Frank grumbles something under his breath about crooked cops but agrees to stay outside. Meanwhile, you confidently march into the bakery and walk up to the counter. The owner recognizes you and waves hello while setting down menus for everyone else.

You put on your best smile. "Trick or treat!" you exclaim as you hold the plastic pail out.

The owner smiles warmly and begins filling your pail with some candy from a bowl she has placed to her side. After she goes back to taking orders at a different table. While she works, you glance over at the officers who are busy chatting amongst themselves and paying no attention to you whatsoever.

You walk up to the table of cops and smile. "having a nice night officers?" you ask, trying to sound as polite and bootlicking as possible.

One officer turns to address you directly. "Yes, we've had a quiet evening thus far. How about yourself?"

You fake a sigh and a look of disappointment. "Not good. This Halloween is already starting out pretty bad," you lament, pulling out the seemingly normal apple from your candy bucket. "That cheap Ms. Richards, always giving out apples year after year."

The officer chuckles. "Ah yes, we know her pretty well ourselves. Always keeping tabs on those pesky teens causing trouble. We get a call from her every day about kids running around her yard."

"Well I don't want this. Do any of you want it?" You remark casually as you hold the apple out to the table of cops. "It'd be a shame to waste a perfectly good fruit."

At first, none of them seem interested in accepting your gift. But then one of them glances over to his coworkers and shrugs. "Sure, why not? Give it 'ere." he says as he holds his hand out.

You gently drop the apple into his open palm as you say a polite goodbye before walking out and standing next to frank. You nudge his side and motion for him to watch. You can barely hold in your smile as you see the cop bring the razor filled apple to his mouth.

As soon as the officer takes a large bite, his expression immediately changes to pained horror. Blood starts pouring out of his mouth as he drops the fruit onto the floor and grabs at his throat in pain. Everyone else in the bakery jumps up and rushes over to help him, including the remaining officers, screaming and yelling as they call for help.

"Wicked," Frank says as he lets out a low whistle.

"Alright, let's head back and watch shit unfold," you say as you grab his hand before pulling him along. He gives your hand a squeeze as he follows you.

You and Frank stood side by side within the crowd that had formed around Ms. Richards's house as the police broke her door down and stormed her house.

Frank chuckles under his breath. "Damn, she's really taking the fall for this one."

The two of you watch silently as the police lead Mrs. Richards away in handcuffs, protesting her innocence all the while. It seems they believe her story about not knowing anything about the incident involving the deadly apple.

You and Frank watch as the car drives away with the old hag in the backseat.

"Well now I'm bored," you sigh as you look at your wristwatch. "And it's late. Houses are already starting to turn their lights off."

Frank glances around, noticing houses have in fact begun putting out their lanterns and lights. "Looks like we'd better call it quits for tonight then. Wanna head back to my place?"

"Are your fosters home?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Frank snorts derisively. "No, thank god. They're probably passed out drunk somewhere."

"Alright, but first let's get some candy from the store," you suggest, not wanting this night to be a total waste.

"Fine by me." Frank replies. Together, the two of you leave the scene and make your way to the local convenience store. Franks take off his mask and stuffs it into his hoodie before entering the store.

Once inside, you grab a couple of large bags of assorted candies and approach the register. As expected, most people have gone home for the night, so there's only one clerk working tonight. She rings up your purchase quickly and hands you a receipt without saying a word.

As you step outside, you notice that the streets are eerily quiet. Most houses have shut off their porch lights, signaling an end to trick or treating festivities. Feeling satisfied with your loot, you hold Frank's hand and begin walking back towards his place.

"Hey frank," you whisper as a few giddy chuckles leave your lips.

"Hmm?" Frank asks absentmindedly, distracted with thoughts of devouring candy with you at home.

You reach into your pocket to show him you shoplifted some condoms and lube. Your lips curve into a sly smirk.

Frank's eyes widen in surprise before turning into a mischievous grin. "Is that so? Well then, I guess we're having sugar fueled sex tonight."

"It's gonna be a real frenzy," you retort.

He laughs before gripping your hand tighter and pulls you along as he picks up the pace.

It seems that this Halloween night won't be as bad as you first thought it to be.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight #dbd #gn reader #gn!reader #fluff #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #the legion #the legion x reader #julie kostenko #susie lavoie #joey dbd #halloween #i luv halloween

[tokillamockingbird427]

Random assorted Ghosts headcanons

Keegan has an intense affinity for chocolate milk. Man enjoys it so much he'd probably drink it with every meal and fill his water bottle with it if Elias didn't interfere. (Elias has caught him chugging from the jug once. It was like three am and Keegan was too tired to get a cup. It's his personal jug so no harm done, but Elias just... he can't deal with it. Cardinal sin.)

Speaking of Elias, man knows the "youngin" lingo and uses it just to dick with Hesh and Logan. Likes dropping "You're cringe." at random times just to see the his sons crumble like he verbally shot them.

On the other hand, Merrick knows the lingo, but doesn't understand how to use it. He's right like once a day with it and the splash effect from it is marvelous. (Calls Hesh cringe when Hesh complains that he's too nervous to ask out this chick he's been talking to and Logan laughs so hard he genuinely can't breathe for a few minutes.)

You know those little mini skateboard toys? Kick has a collection of those, and he's entirely too good at doing tricks with them. Hesh thinks it's so fucking cool (He likes skateboards.) but sucks at tricks. (Trains in secret to try and impress Kick.)

Logan carries a tablet on him 24/7 so he can type shit out for people who don't know ASL, but also because he has a sound effects board and likes dropping random vine booms in conversations. "Me and Kick were hanging out the other day an-" *Vine boom* "Logan I am gonna take that damn thing away from you so help me-" *VINE BOOM* "LOGAN!" He will also walk past people and do a lil fart noise, it's hilarious cus he does to to Merrick the most and it makes him so mad.

Cuter hc. Elias asked Logan what he wanted to be when he got older (When he was like seven.) and Logan answered "David!" (I am a big fat sucker for the whole "Logan looks up to Hesh more than anyone else." headcanon okay? They're so cute.)

Hesh and Logan doing dumb sibling shit like "Beating the everloving fuck" out of each other worries Merrick because he didn't have siblings, so he always has to ask Elias is he should interfere. Elias's #1 answer is always "When one of them starts crying." because he knows his kids are tough shit. (And also that they won't hurt each other on purpose.)

Logan and Keegan both have such intense sweet tooths that they can and will just eat straight sugar out of the bag if there isn't any candy or other sweets at their post. Elias keeps an emergency jar of candy... which is also just his personal stash so he doesn't have to share with the fiends.

Hesh Logan and Riley are literally inseparable. It's ridiculous. If for whatever reason one of them is actually separated from the others, it's probably for a genuinely bad reason. (They had a fight, one of them got hurt, one of them got lost, etc.)

Despite Riley being younger than Logan, they consider him the "Middle sibling." Logan is always "little brother" and Hesh is always "big brother" that way.

Logan and Hesh constantly steal each others clothes to the point where their wardrobes have just fused. They can't even remember what piece of clothing originally belonged to who. The sizing can clue them in, but also: Logan likes baggy clothes and Hesh likes fitted. So the mixup intensifies. They also just steal their dads stuff from time to time. Mainly hoodies. Irritates the shit out of Elias. (Not really.) Uses his lack of hoodies to bitch about the weather 24/7.

Riley leaves dog toys scattered all over the ghosts current post and there's always a little "easter egg hunt" when they're moving places because of it.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #ghosts headcanons #keegan p russ #elias walker #thomas a merrick #kick (cod: g) #logan walker #david hesh walker #hesh walker #riley walker (dog)

[damagedintellect]

Dazai Osamu x reader

💌 Reading into the palms of isekai bullshit: Chapter 4 💌  

Summary: You were no stranger to isekai bullshit. It’s not like you had a problem with it. The genre took over the anime scene for years now but you try to stay away from thinking about how you would handle the situation. The last time you thought about inserting yourself into your favorite show you wrote a 100k word xReader fic for your favorite characters and you didn’t want to spend all your time consumed by the brainrot again. Never again, you promised yourself that was the last time you’d let the devil on your shoulder win. You clicked on chapter 1 to start the adventure over again but when you opened your eyes and saw Dazai O-FUCKING-samu getting choked by Kunikida you honestly hoped it was a dream.  

Notes: Another isekai so I can play around with BSD like dolls.  

💌 Word count: 1,970 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

The next few days will be boring for you since Dazai was taken by the port mafia. Being a non combatant also kind of sucked because it meant that you were basically useless on the front lines. You mostly spent your time doing office work and or following Ranpo around like a lost puppy getting him snacks whenever he wanted. Honestly with how bored you felt it seemed like he was rubbing off on you. Although you still didn’t forgive him after that last stunt. The sugar fiend was so pleased with himself when he saw you that morning. Although you should have expected as much.

 Atsushi was concerned over Dazai’s disappearance but you spilled the beans that he was taken on purpose to try and figure out what was up with the bounty on his head. That actually made him feel worse but before he could ask you too many questions Ranpo pulled you away leaving Atsushi alone to run errands with Yosano. You sighed seeing how satisfied Ranpo was as if he was a major hero stopping a great calamity.

 “Still doesn’t make up for giving Dazai the drawing but I’ll accept the apology.”

It wasn’t long until Kyouka was taken in and you were once again pushed to the side. Now you think you understand how Ranpo feels about knowing the ending of books. Again you stayed out of the fun only dropping your two cents when absolutely necessary. Atsushi asked if you wanted to tag along but you begrudgingly turned them down. Meaning you’d miss out on getting crepes later. You’d have to go out on your own time to get some. Which gave you an idea but it was still a day too early or was it? You remember Dazai pretended to be held longer but when did he actually sneak back? As the day came to an end you took your leave making sure no one else was around. You relaxed against his door in the standard cool guy position and started knocking.

“.... . -.-- , / .-- .- -. -. .- / --. . - / -.-. .-. . .--. . …”

“Hey, wanna get crepes”

He’d understand the morse code right? You had to look up a chart to figure it out. A brief moment passed with no answer. Oh well, you would still go to get a crepe. You were about to leave when you finally heard a very soft knocking from the otherside.

“.-- .... -.--”

“Why”

You had to pause, looking up what he said before you smirked to yourself. “If you do, I won't tell anyone you came back already.~” You said it in a sing-song way like it wasn’t a soft threat. There was a short beat before the door quickly opened and he pulled you inside. You yelped as you stumbled backwards but he put his hand over your mouth pulling you closer so he could close the door before anyone else saw. “Now what’s the real reason?” He seemed slightly irritated that you disturbed his peace. 

Ever since you came into the picture it feels like you can see through him and he's not used to someone else being able to do that since Chuuya. He's still wracking his brain trying to figure out how you do it because it still doesn't add up. Especially since Chuuya minded his own business for the most part and you've practically made it your goal to win this game that Dazai swears you both are not playing. You saw his palm twice, how can you know him like the back of your hand? He’s done his research and that’s not how palm reading works at all! You shouldn’t be able to get names from his palm or very specific details the way you’ve been. When he talked to Ranpo before Kyushu he was so sure that you weren’t reading palms at all but still it couldn’t be an ability so it had to be a secret third thing that he still hasn’t found out about. Disappointed would be an understatement for how deranged he felt when Ranpo came back and you saw through his trap. There was only one other person who has managed to counter his predictions in this way and he’s sure you are not a demon like he and Fyodor are. So what gives?

“Well Atsushi took the new girl for crepes and it sounded good. I can’t ask Ranpo out of spite. Yosano would rather get a drink. Kunikida doesn’t eat sugar past a certain hour and actually I didn’t even think about asking Kenji now that you mention it.” You played dumb making up random excuses as neither of you moved to change the position you were in. You were still being held slightly into his chest and leaned back far enough to need Dazai’s hold on you to stay balanced “Besides I figured you’d wanna get the taste out of your mouth after being reunited with your ex. I assume all you’ve had was cheap booze and canned crab?” He only frowned as you glanced over to his lazy set up. It looked like he was genuinely weighing out his options before his sinister smirk rested on his lips. He needed to gain the upperhand somehow. "Admit that you missed me and I'll go."

"What?" You were dumbstruck. You were the one with leverage. It was you who was supposed to be making demands not following orders. "You heard me just tell me that you missed me." He sneered, "I'm just trying to help you be more honest-"

"I missed you." Your cheeks were warmed by the confession but you held firm with no hesitation. Your voice was soft yet strong as if it was intended for his ears only. Like it was supposed to be your little secret.

Dazai was in a state of bewilderment, astonished that you actually said it back to him. He really didn't expect you to, and he didn't think it would be so genuine. He marveled at you for a while, for once he was at a loss for words. Your eyes held an unwavering conviction over the sentiment that he would rather not think about. Originally he was trying to garner more control over the position you placed him in but now it appears he's the one who played himself. He lowered his gaze letting his bangs shield his vision as he shifted you upright. Your unwavering stare made him tense. He wasn't used to this feeling of being uncomfortable. You really were his belladonna.

"Okay." 

Dazai sounded far away from himself. You desperately wondered what was running through his head. He started unbuttoning his vest as he opened his closet to pull out some more casual attire. He ran his hand through his hair pseudo slicking it back throwing on a pair of glasses. By the end Dazai looked like a different person as you went to get your reward. When you got there he ordered for you but you paid knowing that you were the one who invited, or well, forced him to come it should be your treat. Of course it was no surprise to you that Dazai had ordered you both the “Romeo and Juliet” which was chocolate ice cream, with freshly cut strawberries, two pieces of pocky, whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate sauce. You wonder if Dazai got it because of the flavor or because of the name because he couldn’t pass up the double suicide reference. Even if he didn’t order for you it’s the one you would have chosen because the one you wanted to try was already sold out and it was the next bestseller.

It was golden hour, painting the sky in beautiful yellows, oranges and hints of reds and purples. There seemed to be less people out and about right now which was good for Dazai. It also meant that you and him got to share this moment completely unbothered. Watching the sun set over the city and eating something sweet would be the perfect end to the peace. You had maybe a day or two before the guild showed up on your doorstep and you weren’t looking forward to the week of chaos when Q gets released into the world. Dazai had been unusually quiet but you didn’t mind just the fact that he came with you was enough. As you ate the last bite you noticed some of the ice cream dripped on the back of your hand. You were about to wipe it away with a napkin when Dazai finally spoke, grabbing for your hand.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

He licked it up, placing a gentle kiss to where it used to be giving you a playful look. Little does Dazai know you actually played Juliet in highschool so without missing a beat you shifted your hands as you spoke.

“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”

He didn’t seem that surprised as you continued the scene if anything he hummed with enthusiasm. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” Dazai smirked, leaning into your personal space. You wonder how far he’ll go “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

Dazai interlace your fingers giving you eyes that pierced your soul. Were you guys playing chicken right now? Was this nerd chicken? If this was you didn’t want to lose but no matter what you did, it would be his win since you already took the bait. Savvy as always, he has tied you to a stake you cannot fly. 

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” You had to come up with something otherwise you won’t hear the end of it.

“Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.” Dazai brought his free hand up to your cheek. You watched as his eyes closed as he started closing the distance. You quickly placed the kiss on his cheek instead of his lips. You whispered against his ear before pulling away “I already told you, saints do not move, and I am not that easy.” Implying that you weren’t a saint you grinned smugly.

He exhaled out of his nose “No you are not.” He matched your smile and stood up. Dazai was about to let go of your hand but you tighten your grip “Who said you could let go?” You would yield this round but that didn’t mean you were going to throw in the towel. You wanted to make it clear that you were enjoying the game. “Then after you my little belladonna~”

“With pleasure my little snake.” It didn’t have the same ring as mackerel but you tried.

You held hands all the way back to the dorm. The coast was clear but who knows for how long. You let go of his hand when you were outside of his room. “I won’t tell, scouts honor.” you held out your pinky to him. Everyone knows that pinky promises hold the most gravity in the court of law. After he shook on it he softly but swiftly made his escape.

You hummed to yourself “Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be-” you stopped, he wouldn't hear you so what’s the point “A few days from now.” You sighed, retiring to your room as well.

What you didn’t know was that Dazai did hear it from the other side of the door and he was smiling to himself.

#the BSD isekai au that no one asked for #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bsd imagines

[shibaraki]

AMPHITRITE ┊ URARAKA OCHAKO

synopsis: ochako is a fiend for your attention and one day apart is a day too many.

tags: GN reader, merfolk au, reef mer ochako, human reader, established interspecies relationship, kissing, fluff, kinda suggestive

wc: 1K+

↳ for the mermay collab hosted by the teahouse server ↰

The two of you are tucked away from prying eyes in a small cove on the far end of the beach. Waves wash languidly over your feet. Quiet, the sound is soothing, familiar as an old lullaby. You are laid on your back, Ochako pressing her weight into your side, arm wrapped around her shoulders. The other is resting across your stomach, fingers idly tracing her hip.

You recall your first meeting while you watch the horizon darken. You, just a young human stumbling upon a helpless creature beached on the shore. The island is protected by a dense reef, keeping strange ships and predators away, and a clan of merfolk lived in those waters, finding home amongst the coral.

Their relationship with your people had been fragile at best, a peace maintained only by promises made centuries ago. Seeing your mysterious neighbours so close to land was unsettling. But you remember how she struggled. How dried out her juvenile scales had been. Watching her wheeze, spluttering tearfully, the warning from your elder to stay away were dispelled. Gathering her into your arms you sprinted toward the receding waves with reckless abandon and dunked the bundle into the sea.

Her pained expression smoothed out beneath the distorted surface. Soft, fragmented light had danced over her full face, colour returning to skin as she took a big inhale. And when the water woke her in a state of lucid urgency, the mer darted from your grasp.

Soaked up to the waist, you stared after her at the seamless ocean for longer than you cared to measure. Enraptured.

Ochako was the prettiest thing you had ever seen.

Now a mermaid grown, bouncy brunette hair falls in a gentle swoop towards her gills, framing her face. There are undertones of pink in her round cheeks, decorated with opalescent scales that follow the slope of her collarbones, draping over her chest. She is both delicate and sturdy. Thick muscle in her arms that naturally flex as she drags herself onto land and a defined waist but her breasts and stomach are soft, resting.

All this led to her magnificent pink tail— a powerful thing, longer than her upper body, wide at the waist and narrow where it splits into a petal-shaped fluke that tapered into pale green like an azalea flower. Fins protrude either side of her hips, thin gossamer silk, fanning out and connecting along her flank to her wrists. They’re to catch the current. They help me float, she told you gleefully. They help me fly.

You laughed, Like a sugar glider.

What’s a sugar glider? she pouted.

Older now, her eyes are polished amber like the first rays of dawn and her tail reminds you of a bruising dusk. It darkens under your touch. Sun kissed, a sheen over her skin. You feel her soft chuff against your chin.

“What is it?” you murmur, knowing full well what she needs, lightly knocking your chin to her temple in a show of encouragement. Her breath is warm on your damp skin as she burrows deeper into your neck. “I can’t read your mind, y’know”.

Ochako’s teeth are dangerously sharp at your jugular but she’s careful, barely any pressure. Accompanied by the flustered whine building in her throat it is anything but threatening. Her fins flutter, tail flexing and betraying her emotions as it slaps the water, pinpricks of sea salt raining down on you.

“You weren’t here yesterday,” she says, as though that was the adequate answer, clutching at your waist and scooting closer. You take in a lungful of briney air, turning into her embrace. A smile works its way onto your face when your bodies align and she begins to squirm.

“Did you miss me?” you croon, combing your fingers through her hair, pulling away the thin seaweed strands tangled there. Her limbs tighten, an unforgiving vice around your back. You hear her tail sweep up through the sand and your legs part to make room, knee resting over her hip.

Her pout is obvious, pursed and jutted against your pulse point. “I’m sorry,” you tell her. Your apology does not come across as especially repentant given the teasing tone, just shy of condescending. “Tell me how to make it better”.

The quiet request barely reaches your ears, “…Kiss?”

Dipping into her space you press your lips to her temple. Ochako trills, eyes falling closed. She leans in as you leave another featherlight kiss on her eyelid, lashes fanning soft against your lips. The bridge of her nose wrinkles when you kiss the tip. Patience wearing thin her tailfin slaps the surface of the water. You laugh quietly, your own restlessness spiking when she chases your mouth.

Ochako reels you in. Closer, latching onto your shirt to anchor you at her side. Without restraint her claws tear into the fabric with ease. Fingers move to play with the delicate fins around her ears. You kiss her slow and purposeful, plucking the needy moan right from her throat. Your tongue slides over pointed teeth, nicking soft tissue, copper bursting across your palette.

The silken winged-fin from her hip to her wrist deepens in colour. Face flushed pink, eyelids open a fraction. Heat pulses through you, an electric feeling prickling the length of your spine as she gently sucks on your tongue. “Pretty girl,” you murmur, the sand sifting under your weight as she pants. She’ll be too lightheaded soon. “What am I going to do with you?”

Ochako mumbles something inaudible, body caught in a brief interlude. You wonder, absentmindedly, if she can hear a word you’re saying. Pupils dilating and fixed on your looming figure. Heat hems her scales and they glow in the eventide. She hums dumbly, gaze unwavering, as though her mind was abuzz with nothing but you.

“Stay,” cool where she encircles your wrist, halting your hand as it began to move, she looks up at you through dark lashes, pleading. After a blank moment she adds, “Longer”.

“Alright,” adjusting your position to cradle her on your chest, you cast a last look at the tide. There’s little time left before the current inevitably pulls you in—if Ochako doesn’t try to first. A day apart is a day too many.

“As long as you want”.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #ochako x reader #ochako uraraka x reader #q’d

[yukiumisakura25]

A Coffee's Scent

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEEZIE! I saw your post about your birthday, and I just HAD to write out this Coffee Shop Fic! I could never NOT love Remi and Alistar! And Kanai is so cute with his little halo and hoodies omgfowen! I apologize in advance, I improvised abit on the likes and dislikes, and they might not respond to some conversations like they should, but I gave it my best! I hope you like it and HAPPY B-DAY!

Fandom: @aller-geez and @thekinkyleopard OC’s, none are mine.

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, alittle bit of cock, and cussing.

Synopsis: Levi’s working at a coffee shop and Remi drops by to say hello. Too bad Alistar and Kanai do too, and Remi finds Alistar’s drink smells too strong.

“Welcome to Café La Luna, oh! Remi!” Levi beamed as he recognized it was his mate that had entered through the glass door.

“Hey Levi, told you I’d stop by. “He walked up to the counter, a small smirk on his face. It’s been three days since Levi started his part time job as a barista at the corner café shop near their place. After finally learning enough recipes and only breaking two mugs and three plates, the manager told Levi he would be working the morning shift by himself. Remi, being the encouraging and supportive boyfriend he is, decided to come visit his other half and prevent a nervous breakdown.

“I see the shop is still in one piece, that’s a good start.” Remi chuckled lightly. Levi gave a playful pout.

“Hardy Har Har. Are you going to order something, or just tease me the whole time.” He asked rhetorically. Before he could give his smart ass response, Remi was cut off by the door opening again. Levi looked past Remi and smiled again.

“Alistar! Kanai, hey!” Alistar and Kanai walked in, Alistar rocking a skin-tight long sleeve shirt with the words ‘Mommy’s Main Piece’ across his chest, and black skinny jeans. Kanai, in his dark purple hoodie, with the words in neon ‘Too Cute to Tame, Too Crazy to Care’ and light grey pants.

“Oh, what the fuck.” Remi growled under his breath, refusing to turn around. Alistar ‘s eyes lit up as he saw his favorite violent fiend.

“Is that Remi I see? I thought you didn’t leave the house until McDonalds stopped serving breakfast.” Alistar teased, moving closer to the ticking bomb. Remi tightened his fist, and snapped his head to Alister, glaring.

“What the fuck makes you think- no. Don’t answer that.” Remi whipped his head back at Levi, eyes asking for an explanation.

“Oh, I told Alistar about getting a part time job here.”

“And I just HAD to come and support my FRIEND.” Alistar spoke with a smug grin, knowing that he was pushing Remi’s buttons.

“I have also come to try your coffee and experience the ‘vibe’ of the coffee shop. Drae says it is a peaceful place to drink coffee and do work.” Kanai said raising a hand up slightly, reminding them he was still here.

“Speaking of, where is he? I’d figured he would’ve come too.” Levi asked curiously.

“He’s sleeping in, something about not waking him up before eight unless I want poison in my food.” Alistar spoke, amused. Kanai nodded agreeing to the statement.

“Drae is cranky when he wakes up early.” He deadpanned. Alistar scoffed.

“Cranky is an understatement. Anyway, coffee?”

“Of course! Yeah, I can do this. Right. Do you know what you want?” Levi asked, looking at the keypad, in preparation.

“What’s the strongest drink you have?” Alistar moved next to Remi, slightly pushing him out of the way to stand in front of Levi. Remi growled again, glaring hard with intent in his eyes.

“Hey, I was here first!” He spoke with a snarl. Levi looked at the keypad with focus, using his concentration on the menu in front of him.

“Um…a Blonde Roast Brewed Coffee. But the smell and taste are really strong, so I’d suggest some cream and sugar.” Levi said after reading the nutrition facts of the menu.

“Ill take one of those then, no sugar or cream with triple expresso.” Alistar said waving his hand.

“The fuck you will, I’m first!” Remi pushed Alistar out of the way and turned to Levi, taking a breath.

“I’ll just have a caramel latte.”

“Pussy.” Alistar fake coughed.

“Fuck you.” Remi growled, causing Levi to sigh.

“Both of you stop. Now, I’ll make yours first Remi. Kanai, do you know what you want?” Kanai looked in thought.

“I will also have a caramel latte, double caramel and 5 sugars and cream.”

“Okay great, two heart attacks coming up.” Levi took the payment from Remi first, then Alistar for the two drinks.

While they waited for their coffees, Remi did his best to ignore Alistar’s comments, as Kanai looked around the shop.

“Here Remi, I put in extra whip cream for you, free of charge.” Levi winked slyly, knowing he’s going to pay for that later at home. Remi smirked and touched Levi’s hand intentionally when he grabbed his drink.

“Thanks kitten.” His eyes promising another use of whip cream in the near future. Levi turned away, reminding himself he was at work.

“And my coffee?” Alistar asked leaning over the counter, looking bored out of his mind. And a bored Alistar is a dangerous Alistar.

“On it.” Levi quickly went to work on his order, as Alistar was rewarded with a glare from Remi. Levi prepared the beans and put them in the machine, the scent began messing with Remi’s nose. He discreetly sniffed and turned away from the two, sipping his drink as he watched Levi make Alistar’s cup. His nose crinkled as the smell was becoming stronger as the liquid filled the small mug. He used the sleeve of his hoodie to rub at his nose to fight off the irritation.

“You alright there sniffles?” Alistar’s voice cut into Remi’s thoughts, and he glared at the source. Alistar smirked, as if knowing what was irritating the green-eyed man.

“Here you go Alistar. Oh! And yours as well Kanai.” Levi gave them their mugs and the scent became stronger, setting off an itch in Remi’s nose.

“Heh. “Remi squashed his nose with his sleeve, giving Alistar a quick glare before looking away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Little did he know that Alistar caught on quick and would do anything to get what he wants.

And right now, that was to see Remi make a mess of himself.

“Oh, Levi, could you be a dear and please grab me abit of creamer please?” He asked slyly, keeping the steaming mug of black coffee between himself and Remi. Remi glared, his grip on his own mug tightening.

“Of course, here.” Levi grabbed some small creamers.

“Oh, and a few packs of sugar to, please.” He played it smoothly, his eyes never leaving Remi’s face.

“How about you take that slug and get heh- get the fuck heehh- the fuck away- hd’ISChh!” Remi kept his nose in his sleeve, feeling the spot becoming wet.

“And miss this show? Never.” Alistar gleamed.

“Donnie?” Kanai looked at him confused, noticing the creamers by his cup. Alistar never puts anything in his coffee. ‘I like my coffee black, like my soul.’ He recalls him saying.

“Not now Nai, the entertainment has just begun.” Alistar smirks. Remi tried to glare at him through teary eyes.

“F-fuck hhh’ISH’ih! He’IISHH! hehh-hEh’TXSSHEW!” Remi felt the snot coat his sleeve on that last sneeze, the congestion beginning to build up behind his sinuses as he tried to regain dignity and sniff back what he could. Kanai then made an ‘oooh’ face, understanding what his best friend was doing. He nodded and went back to his coffee, taking a seat nearby as the two others stayed by the counter.

“Need a napkin?” Alistar offered, moving much closer to him, a look of mischievous graced his face as he held out a single napkin. Remi snuffled a growl and snatched the napkin from him, burying his nose into it as he turned away.

“D-dambnit Hh’IISHH! Hd’ISCHhh! Huh’GDTS’ue! Heeeh- Hd’ISCHEW!” Remi moved further away from the two as he tried to contain the mess.

“I finally found the sugar packets! Sorry about the wait Al!” Levi ran over to them, holding a small box of newly opened sugar packets.

“That’s quite alright, I was just enjoying the scenery.” He spoke while pointing at Remi, who blew through that napkin, and now into his own hands. Levi frowned and grabbed some more napkins, running out from behind the counter towards Remi.

“Rems, are you okay?” He asked worried, holding the napkins out towards his poor boyfriend’s face. Remi groaned before another “Heh’ISCHhh” blew into what was left of the napkin.

“Kidden.” He snuffed, and Levi took that as his que that Remi was done. He slowly pulled Remi’s hands from his face, seeing the strings of snot connecting from his poor and abused red nose, his glistening wet lips, and the spray that hit the disintegrated napkin what was left in his hands.

“Oh, my poor baby. What set you off?” Levi cooed, taking the napkins and cleaning off Remi’s hands before working on his face gently. He had Remi’s back towards Al and Kanai, so they wouldn’t see him like this.

“The coffee smbell.” Remi looked annoyed. He took another napkin and blew his nose, clearing it of any left-over scent of that vile brew Alistar ordered.

“Really? Well, I guess the scent was pretty strong. Sorry about that.” Levi frowned. Holding a napkin to his nose Remi wrapped his arm around Levi.

“Don’t be, It pbut mbe in the mbood.” He pulled Levi in so he could feel how hard his cock was. Levi’s eyes reddened and he looked round, catching Alistar and Kanai’s eyes. He turned to Kanai with a pleading look. Kanai, taking the hint took Alistar’s shirt sleeve.

“Donnie, if we go right now, I’ll let you tie me to the bed and do whatever you want for 20 minutes. “Kanai haggled. Alistar turned his attention to him with a wide grin.

“Anything?” Kanai nodded and Alistar picked Kanai up over his shoulder and kicked the glass door open, shattering it.

“Well let’s go! Have fun you two!” He called out as he left with a dramatic run.

Well, Levi was probably going to get fired anyway. He grabbed Remi’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.

“Bathroom. Ndow.” Remi breathed out.

“Yes sir.”

~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snzfic Blogs~

#@aller-geez #@thekinkyleopard #sneezefic #snz mess #snz fet #snzfic #yus25 fics #RemixLevi #Alistar #others ocs #ocs #birthday fic

[awkwardgtace]

A Normal Afternoon

Day 13 Banter! I went back to the other prompt I got from @da3dm for this one.

Rhys is playing some game while tangled up in his string, his human brothers joke back and forth with him

A Normal Afternoon

Felix sighed as he stared at Rhys. The fourteen year old borrower was currently hanging upside down in front of his face, tangled in the thread he used as a rope. With narrowed eyes Felix poked at the young borrower, more amused than he was letting on. This was at least the fourth time today Rhys had done something like this. He was just waiting for the request to get him unstuck… again.

“I will defeat you Sir Grump!” Rhys shouted. Felix raised an eyebrow.

“Oh?” he smirked. “Why is that?”

“I’m the hero this world needs, the one it deserves!”

“So you’re Batman today?” 

“Fool forgetting the one who’s defeated you so many times!” 

“I think defeating me would mean you don’t get tangled in your own string all the time.” Rhys squeaked, getting a real smile out of Felix.

“I was bitten by the tiniest radioactive spider the world’s ever seen and it made me who I am!”

“Oh so it’s spiderman today.” He shook his head, letting out a sigh that made Rhys start spinning around. 

“You can’t beat me by making me dizzy Sir Grump. I have you trapped right where I want you.”

“It looks more like you’re trapped while I’m casually sitting on the couch under a vent.”

“That’s what I’ve lured you to think, that confidence is your downfall.”

“Why am I Sir Grump anyway? I would think you could pick a better name now that you know more about me.”

Before Rhys could answer, the door to the house opened and Ryder walked in. His black hair had been let down, falling around his face as he carried in a heavy box. More of the things for his 3D printer, or random things he thought Rhys could enjoy. Shockingly the cat tree had gone over fairly well, it helped they didn’t tell him it was a cat tree. 

“Meticuloso. My arch nemesis, you think teaming up with Sir Grump will help you!” Rhys called out. Ryder looked up confused. Felix nodded and Ryder finally noticed the borrower hanging upside down next to him. A grin slipped onto the man’s face as he walked over. “I can beat you both no problem. This trap is nothing to worry about.”

“I thought I was trapped,” Felix quipped. Ryder fell onto the couch next to him. Rhys hung just between them, Ryder slid down a bit so the borrower was between both their faces.

“When did I become an enemy? I thought I was your ally yesterday?” Ryder laughed.

“You can’t fool me Meticuloso, I knew your plan all along. Secretly conspiring with Sir Grump to… to uhm… to…” Rhys trailed off a bit. Felix gave Ryder a look, they were in it now.

“Ah, you’ve caught me in my dastardly plan to take over the world. Only Sir Grump could aid me in my wicked ways.”

“I knew it! I’ll stop you. That’s why I’m spiderman!”

“What is my role in this exactly?” Felix had narrowed his eyes with a smile.

“You’re making the uh… the… The clothes that’s going to take over everyone’s minds!”

Ryder burst out laughing. Felix crossed his arms and leaned closer to Rhys. Like this he could see the tiny bags under the miniscule eyes. The mirth started to leave him, but the grin on Rhys made it hard to be upset. They’d been trying to lock up all the sugar, but it looked like Rhys found his way in… again.

“I think the first thing my dastardly clothes will do is make borrowers hyped up on sugar sleep,” Felix smiled. Ryder made a dramatic gasp next to him.

“That’s truly awful,” he shook his head. A single finger was brought up to poke Rhys. It sent the borrower swinging while circling in the air. “I can’t imagine a worse fate than having to be still with too much sugar.”

“Fiends! I’ll never allow this to happen,” Rhys started to squirm. Felix and Ryder shared a look, he was truly stuck this time. “Sugar is all important. The best way to be awake at all times! I’ll never let you force borrowers to sleep!”

“I’m going to get some scissors.” Ryder stood up and walked off, Felix was left with a spinning Rhys desperate to get away.

“You know Sir Grump doesn’t exactly fit if you’re going to have me making clothes.”

“I won’t lose to you.” Rhys was grunting in his efforts to get away. Ryder came back, falling back onto the couch and sitting up straight. Rhys paused to stare down at the scissors. “Your threats won’t work on me! I-I won’t be tricked.”

“You know it’s only to get you down.” No matter how much Rhys trusted them, sharp objects terrified him. Especially if it was in one of their hands.

“You won’t win Meticuloso. I can g-get down on my own. And I’ll stop your dastardly plot with Sir Grump.” Felix finally brought his hand up to make Rhys lie on his palm. The borrower flipped over, but it was clear this time was worse than the others. He kept Rhys’s focus.

“So if we get you down you run off and eat a ton more sugar so you continue not to sleep? When’s the last time you slept?”

“Uhh… a few days I think.” Rhys offered an innocent smile. Felix saw Ryder lifting his hands up. If he kept Rhys busy it should help stop him from panicking. Tweezers could work to get the string around him, they just had to get him down first.

“A few days of no sleep and Sir Grump and Meticuloso are the best names you could come up with?”

“They sounded better than Captain Fashion and The Creator.”

“Those sound more like hero names.”

“Exactly why it wouldn’t work for you to be my arch enemies!”

“I told Ryder he shouldn’t show you those hero movies.” A fake gasp from the borrower squirming in his hand. It still shocked him how small Rhys was. That he actually trusted them too.

“You’d take my education from me? How else am I supposed to learn about the world? Remember I’m just a fourteen year old uneducated borrower.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “If you keep using that excuse on me we’re finding a way for our dad to come teach you. He still works as a substitute teacher sometimes, he should know how to teach even you.”

“But I don’t wanna meet other humans and you guys wouldn’t force me cause you're my brothers and you love me… right?”

Felix’s face softened and a snip sounded a few inches above Rhys. Ryder smiled as he pulled the scissors away and set them on a coffee table. Felix took that as his chance to lie down on the couch, putting his legs over Ryder’s lap. His brother let out a groan, but didn’t move. 

“That is true, guess it would be hard to force you to meet him if we love you,” Felix smiled. Rhys looked a bit scared in his hand.

“Don’t worry Rhys, I wouldn’t let Sir Grump sick a human on you for something as awful as school,” Ryder winked as soon as Rhys looked back at him.

Felix didn’t say anything. He got himself comfortable before setting Rhys over his heart. His youngest and smallest sibling squirmed again, arms coming free. Tiny hands met the skin on his palm. He curled his fingers in and surrounded Rhys, a slight squeeze of reassurance.

“You both really wouldn’t just show me off to other humans, right?” Rhys asked.

“Not unless it was the only way to save your life,” Ryder said. Felix squeezed Rhys again, a silent way of agreeing. Rhys squirmed even more.

“Can you untie me now?”

“Nope,” Felix popped the end of the word. “If I get you untangled now you’ll sneak off and eat more sugar instead of sleeping. Take a nap, you can be batman later.”

“I told you I’m spiderman!”

Despite the shout Rhys stopped squirming. It didn’t take long for Felix to notice the tiny body relaxing against him. The smallest increase of the weight over his heart. Ryder leaned back to stare at the ceiling, Rhys was a much heavier sleeper than he realized.

“You think he’ll ever agree to meet mom and dad? Or even Del?” he whispered. Felix shifted his hold enough his voice would rumble against Rhys less.

“It’s up to him. Dad would love these games he wants to play, so would mom,” Felix smiled. “They loved all the crazy games you used to come up with.”

“Yeah they did…”

They sat in silence after that. Felix could faintly hear Rhys snoring in his hand. It would be nice to give such a lonely kid a bigger family. Actually learning to read, maybe even write. Using his curiosity for something other than chaos. Ryder had mentioned Rhys was eyeing the 3D printer lately. Until Rhys allowed it things would stay as they were, and they weren’t bad this way either.

#gt #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t #g/t writing #gt writing #gianttiny #gt community #g/t community #oc: rhys #oc: felix #oc: ryder #ice cube prank sequel #i had ideas and went with it #had a few others for this too #i liked this best #gt july 2023 #gt july #gt july banter

[evcryopeneye]

@brokeniisms liked for a starter

A quiet moment. Solem. Different from the usually loud and obnoxious teenager. Well. She would be offended if you called her either one of those things but the mantel fit. While she could hold her own in a fight, and then some, arguably her greatest ninja trick was being able to switch on that smile. Bold and bright. Over the top and into annoyance territory almost by design. She’d learned that being annoying was often much more effective than being distant or refusing to answer questions or deflecting. People simply didn’t bother asking and she got to do what she wanted, win win, right?

“I’m bored~” her statement is almost sing-song as she turned on the narrow rock she’d been perched upon, overlooking the valley below. Unbothered by the height and precarious position she stood in. “This is boring, where are the fiends, and we haven’t found single piece of materia here.” Oh Yuffie, forever self serving. At least for now anyway. 

A dramatic sigh left her, shoulders dropped as she swayed dangerously from side to side, one small step away from the cliff drop. “You think this next place will have a good snack store at least?” If there wasn’t materia, she would settle for sugar.

#&&char: yuffie #brokeniisms

[sxgarspice]

Was the face here new? No, although the man was so flighty with his attendance it would have been easy enough to say yes when he walked into the Bakery. Looking around, wearing what he considered to be his 'fine clothes' which were nothing more than a button-down shirt and clean pressed jeans, his eyes narrowed a bit. "Does anyone have any suggestions as to what to get here?"

Hearing the little bell above the door ring, Dot turned from the table she had been cleaning up, holding a small stack of plates.

"Oh, good afternoon." She called, giving a wave with her free hand "I'll be with you in just a moment." And with that she headed away from the cafe into the back; the gentle 'clink' of plates sounding.

Returning from the back she stepped behind the counter, giving him a... look.

"Suggestions? It depends on what you like. We have chocolate treats, fruit tarts, cream cakes, or if you're feeling savoury there are quiches and little pies. Personally I would choose the mixed berry tart" Dot picked a cake server up to point to the raspberry and blueberry decorated tart. "I would have suggested the lemon tart but we're all sold out unfortunately."

#answered #sterlingmoonstone #( sugar fiend ; dorothy )

[vitalconviction]

Sephiroth, for that ask thing

Sexuality Headcanon:

Gay in the way that any person they would enter a relationship with would be a queer relationship, that's just how they work

Gender Headcanon:

biology wise I have Seph always as intersex in some regard and genderwise it depends on how much thought he's spared himself--overall I think he's nonbinary in the most overarching definition and if given the chance to exist outside shinra he would gravitate towards femininity and eventually land on only feminine pronouns for herself! as it stands canonically i think she transcends gender in the corrupted ascenion to godhood seph has, but overall has left the aspect of his gender unassessed

A ship I have with said character:

tsengseph! genseph! I like smashing the obvious yin and yang counterparts together and also the red guy with the almost-sort-of-blue guy

One day I'll answer this on a more eloquent level HAHA

A BROTP I have with said character:

aeriseph but I do also ship them sometimes--i just cannot get over the thematic resonance of the child of the calamity and a child victim of the calamity essentially unionizing. This would be peak full circle, cue the cycle breaking, cue the chrysalis to butterfly, all that jazz

A NOTP I have with said character:

angealseph/sephgeal-- i personally find angeal unbearable. he really annoys the fuck out of me im sorry angeal fans but he's not my man... I think that his hardheadedness/stubbornness in his idea of honour would grate on sephiroth, but the reason sephiroth likes him is because of his care otherwise. It's just not something I can see sephiroth pursuing romantically though Lol so in that vein I also don't really like AGS or any angeal ot3 😔

A random headcanon:

niche weirdest hc i have is the eyeball nipple ALSO applies to seph, he has that eyeball nipple guys.

Less insane hc is that he is a sugar fiend, desserts are his favourite food and his drinks could all be classified as syrup. also despite not being the biggest fan of citrus he really really likes yuzu! I tend to flit between him being vegetarian and not as well, mostly because he would be tripping over himself to try new things because he's excited over the prospects of new sensory stimulas that isnt, say, Pain in a new flavour

General Opinion over said character:

WAAAAUUUGH! i love this blorbo. I wish he had a chance to live and not die everything he was always going to be. It was really self fufilling and in the end he died as what Hojo wanted of him--never breaking free, dying under the abuse, becoming the abuse that made him. Fucking kills me! I want a world where he breaks the cycle, where he becomes the future. That's a reason I love the transformative aspect of fandom here, I couldn't love ff7 the way I do without all the AU's, there is just far too much here to mess with, to reshape.

Totally tangentially, but I don't agree with people speaking of him being irredeemable or deserving of punishment, these are fundamentally reductive ideas and don't even line with the politics of ff7 itself LOL Atonement and redemption does not mean everyone suddenly forgives and forgets, but it does mean everyone is afforded another chance. Everyone is deserving of that. Even people who've committed heinous acts, because foundationally they're still people. It all depends on whether or not they double down on their damage and believe in it till the end, if they're apathetic and even jubilant at their violence. If he came back uncaring, apathetic, and fundamentally unchanged from the blind bitter hate filled attitude he had before, then yes he is unredeemable because he is refusing it. But were he to acknowledge the wrongs and try to right them, try to move on and apologize then yes he could work for atonement. Sorry for the random anti-punishment rant LOL I've just been thinking abt this for a while, check out philosophytubes video on capital punishment (its on youtube!) for further challenges on this idea :D

#ff7 #sephiroth #ask meme

[inaconstantstateofchange]

Okay, friend, what is YOUR daily drink of choice? And if you're feeling down, or want to celebrate, or just need a pick me up, what special do you reach for then?

ooooh! okay i answered a few of them here (complete with recipes bc i cannot help myself) so let me go for something i haven't mentioned yet.

[tl;dr from the linked post: im a fiend for strong black tea with milk and sugar. also it's gotta be piping hot (to the point that i have both a regular and a backup mug warmer at my desk to keep it at temp for hours when i inevitably get distracted from drinking it.)]

okay okay so jumping to special occasion drink, walk with me here: there's this boba/tea shop near my house that makes like. truly god-tier drinks. i'm talking "ruin you for all other offerings" type beat. all of their teas are made with real tea leaves, not powders, their fruit teas/drinks have loads of real fruit in them, all their toppings are made fresh daily, and if you try something new and don't like it they'll make you something else free of charge. i love them.

for all that they are literally five minutes from my house i... do not go as often as i would like, because it is possible i have the slightest touch of agoraphobia. now that i am thinking about it though i am craving it so bad and might try to go soon ≽^•⩊•^≼ ₊˚⊹♡

my beloved brown sugar boba tea:

#fighting for my life not to doxx myself w that pic bc its not a chain aslkjdas #also surprising no one i... really like food and drinks as it turns out #i have a hard time trying new things at places when there's already something i know i like bc i hate wasting money #but i wanna try some of their other drinks too 😤 #anyway this place is my like: hello friend and/or compatriot visiting me here inexplicably in the middle of nowhere #are you ready to experience gustatory heights you will never again reach #asked and answered #tysm for the ask btw! ^^

[the-darkdragonfly]

NEW!! A Trick of the Light - A Captain Swan Tale

Chapter 8: The Broken Kingdom

Emma & Killian have found their way back to their own time, but finding their home again will prove to be another adventure entirely…The Tale of a reunited family, an inescapable destiny and the marvels of indoor plumbing.

*gasp!* I wrote things!! it's been ... a tad longer than I was expecting - sorry all!

I hope you like - we're heading into a few... intense... chapters... *smirks*

Thank you to @donteattheappleshook for fixing my horrible grammar 🥰

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“So,” Emma asked between bites of pastry, her hand tucked into the crook of Killian’s arm, “the Sword in the Stone is real?” 

“Excalibur was pulled from a stone by a child named Arthur, aye. He became the rightful King of Camelot.” 

Killian held Hope, much to her displeasure, against his left side. She’d howled like a fiend when they walked down the gangway over the water- I know, lovie, but you can’t run around here, it’s not safe- and had settled into a quiet discontent as she allowed her father to feed her bites of his red fruit pastry, eyes flashing as she watched Henry walk ahead of them. 

“Like Thor’s hammer?” 

“Huh?-” 

“Yes,” Henry answered, trotting ahead of them, his own breakfast, an apple hand pie, held loose at his side. 

“Stay close, lad,” Killian warned, Henry’s gaze wandering as they made their way through the small port. Alec holding Liam, cutlass strapped to his side while Fiona flitted from one shop to another, buying supplies to take back to the ship. 

Emma hummed, biting off a chunk of her breakfast and holding it out for Hope’s inspection. Her fingers were sticky from sugar and the skin of Killian’s throat had started to shine slightly with the sugary remnants of her meal. 

“We need to find something else for her to eat,” Emma said, voice low as Hope sucked on her fingers, happy for the moment with the treats her parents had found for her. “She’s going to crash hard if we don’t.” 

Killian nodded, a sugared out, hungry Hope was a fairly unpleasant creature, and he nodded towards the doorway of an inn- let’s try here. 

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Read the rest here.

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#a trick of the light #a captain swan tale #the darkdragonfly #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #emma x killian #ouat fanfic

[kristinamae093]

Hii 🥰

Does your MC / OC have a guilty pleasure? If so what it is?

Thanks for the ask @peonierose! (Sorry it's taken me so long to answer).

I'll answer for my OC Kyla.

Her biggest guilty pleasure is definitely sweets. Her go-to is cake and ice cream in which she prefers chocolate, but she won't turn down other flavors if offered (A simple girl LOL). And she always has some type of candy in her bag (she's big on gummy worms).

And she's a coffee fiend, so I guess that's another one, but with as much sugar and creamer that she uses, it may as well be a shake 🤣.

Honorable mention - Ramen noodles LOL.

Thanks for the ask @peonierose! I really like putting thought into these questions I wouldn't otherwise think of! ❤️❤️

#asks

[valentinesparda]

Happy birthday! How about buttercream frosting, gift, and thank you for whoever you'd like! :D

@one-winged-dreams thank you so much!!!! :3 while it's still my birthday, i will answer for uhhhh mr travis nmh

BUTTERCREAM FROSTING: does your f/o get you desserts other than cake? what about you for them?

killian is a sweets fiend and will eat pretty much anything with sugar or frosting on or in it, and travis knows this, so for their birthday he will buy them a multitude of little snacks and pack them in a basket - strawberry pocky, fruit chews, a small fruit parfait, little strawberry candies, and a tub of blue and pink cotton candy of course. he would get a cake but he figures that cake goes bad way too fast to justify having it in their shitty little fridge

killian however is traditionally simple and will bake him a birthday cake and surprise him with it, even when they think they do not have the proper ingredients. sometimes it will be cupcakes :3

GIFT: what does your f/o get for you? what do you get your f/o for their birthday?

killian is very simple and will always accept plushies as gifts, but will also love love love love shirts that are either very silly and kind of terrible or merch for their favourite things (bonus if it can be shared between the two of them). honestly they just like the idea of people remembering their birthday and even if it's just a kiss in the morning they're fine with it

travis will never complain about having a new gunpla set to build but he also likes old box sets of tokus and wrestling matches, but extra bonus points if killian warns him not to buy anything for a few months leading up to his birthday because they watch him scroll through eBay a lot and keep track of what he wants to buy (and will get said thing through less than legal means sometimes)

THANK YOU: what do you and your f/o do after the celebrations?

[ THAT'S NOT FAMILY FRIENDLY! ]

#asks #adri tag #otp: never let go #si: killian #a travkil to end the night because ive been thinking about him lately (haunts my twitter feed)