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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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If you don't mind me requesting a second one... 👉👈 may I please have a ribbon-decorated box containing marbled white and milk chocolate (dabi x hawks), square shape filled with almonds and lemon creme? No pressure! Thank you!!

HI FLAME THANKS FOR THE REQUEST

Yes I did them out of order. Oopsies!!

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO!!! I AM ABOUT TO BULLY TF OUT OF THIS BIRDIE MAN.

This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever written and I’m SO here for it.

Big shoutout to dada @volleeball-bo for the cake idea bc my brain is but a barren field. 😭

CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it NGL. There is a lot of cursing, but it fits. D3ath mention. illy timed your mom jokes.

Number two, Pro Hero, Hawks. Quirk: Fierce Wings. A Rank member of the League of Villains, Dabi. Quirk: Blueflame. Two of the most dangerous and vengeful men alive, working under the same roof.

So why the hell were they dead-set on baking a birthday cake?

When Twice and Toga had happily shared their newly discovered information, the two males knew they’d somehow be sucked into the abyss. They had learned that Shigaraki’s birthday was the next day, and appointed the two to make him a cake.

Who could say no to Twice and Toga? After all, if they weren’t killing anyone, Hawks was happy.

What’s the worse that could happen?

Now in the kitchen of Hawk’s tiny apartment, the two males were arguing incessantly about the process.

“I assure you, Dabi, you HAVE to add salt into it. Everything has salt. This is a literal teaspoon, you won’t even taste it!” Hawks argued for the nth time.

“It’s salt, dumbass. Salt is going to make the cake taste, oh, you know, fucking salty?” The villain growled in reply.

If Hawks could bang his head on a wall, he would. “Dabi I swear t- FINE! Here!”

The blonde stomped over to his pantry, retrieving a sleeve of pre-packaged cookies. He opened the package, took out two cookies, and offered one to his partner. “Eat it.”

“What’d you do to it?” Dabi teased with a scoff.

“I spit on it and put poison in it, obviously.”

“Sounds delicious.”

The two ate the cookies in silence, with Hawks glaring daggers at his black-haired friend. “So?”

“So?”

“Does it taste sweet?” The winged-hero inquired.

“Yeah? Why are you asking me, Feathers?”

“Aha!” The hero chimed in triumph, snatching the sleeve off of the counter, “Look at the ingredients! Read it and weep, bitch!”

Dabi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation as Hawks breathed down his neck. “It seems you’re actually correct for once.”

“Oh what’s this?” The blonde asked coyly, “Dabi was wrong? Wow, what a world.”

“Shut up, let’s get back to the task at hand, please.” The flame villain grumbled, returning to his position near the mixing bowl.

With a proud smile, Hawks strode to the cabinet to grab his salt container, and a set of measuring spoons. God, he was too cocky for his own good.

As Hawks was lining up to pour the salt into the teaspoon, the villain pinched his sides. The man jumped with a yelp as about a tablespoon worth of the ingredient fell into the batter.

“Oh, you dick!” Keigo was immediately on the defense, eyes ablaze with rage, “Now we have to start all over!”

“Oh no! You dropped some! What happened?” Dabi faked innocence.

“You are a quarter second away from being punted out of my goddamn window.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It fuckin’ should be.”

“Well, I don’t understand why this is such a big deal? I thought the cake needed salt? What did you do wrong?”

“Your fucking mom.” The male grumbled absentmindedly.

“That’s it!”

With a look of horror, Hawks took off from the kitchen. His socked feet bounded around his apartment, clearing corners with the help of his slippery momentum. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! It was a natural reaction!”

“I know for shit sure that you meant it, Feathers!” Dabi called in reply, hot on Hawks’ heels.

“I really didn’t! It slipped oUT-“ tripping on his own ottoman, Keigo smacked his face onto his loveseat, subsequently falling onto it.

“You fucking idiot.” Dabi said through a fit of laughter. “How do you not see the furniture that you set up yourself?”

Holding his forehead, the winged-hero stuck his tongue out. “How do you take offense to a your mom joke?”

Neither knew how it happened, but the villain’s body moved faster than his brain did. Before he knew it, the black-haired male had sat on his partner’s waist, and held his wrists over his head with one hand.

Dabi wore a menacing smile, as Hawks wore a look of terror. Was this how he died? Was he going to be killed in cold blood over a your mom joke?

Instead, he felt a single finger trace around his stomach. Not expecting the long-forgotten feeling, giggles bubbled from his throat.

“Ohoho this is rich, Birdie!” The villain teased, “As if you couldn’t get even more interesting!”

“Dabi, don’t you dare.” Hawks hissed, eyeing the wiggling fingers that dared to come in close contact with his torso. “Do not fucking t-touch me- nohohoho!”

“Aww, you’re so precious!” The villain cooed as he gently pinched at his partner’s sides.

“Dahahabihihi! Dohohohont!”

“Don’t? But this is so much more fun than baking a cake for the boss.”

“C’monohohon! Thihihis ihihisnt lihihihike yohohou!”

The black-haired male beamed at the laughing hero beneath him. Oh what a power play this was. “To put my enemy into submission? This is totally like me.” He moved his hand up to spider under Hawks’ arms.

“NGH- DAHAHABI!” Keigo’s eyes were squeezed shut, face flushed from embarrassment. He couldn’t exactly hide his face in his hands, since he was a little… trapped. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please what? Keep going? Move spots? Stop? You have to be very specific with what you want, Birdie.”

“IHIHI DOHOHONT KNOHOHOW!”

“You don’t know what you want? Maybe I just need to help wake your brain up!” With that, the villain brought his hand down to ever-so-gently prod at his partner’s ribcage.

“DABIDABIDABI-DAHAHAHABIHIHI! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOHOHOHOVE SPOHOHOHOTS!”

“Oh dear, Feathers, you’re so ticklish here!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Am I embarrassing you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up!” Dabi chirped, adding the slightest amount more pressure.

“OKAHAHAY! OKAY OKAY! THAHAHATS ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

“Are you sure?”

“YEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAP!”

When the magic word was uttered, Dabi released his victim instantly. “You okay, kid?”

“I… I am… I’m only a y-year… younger-“ the hero sputtered through panting breaths. “You, dick.”

“Ah, you’re back.” The villain chimed, “I didn’t kill ya’, did I?”

“Nah. Just… glad you stopped when you did.”

“Running out of stamina? Some hero you are.” Dabi scoffed.

“And your revenge tactic was to tickle the shit out of me. Some villain you are.”

With a cocky smile, the black-haired male looked fondly upon his partner. “Any last words?”

Keigo inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. He reflected on how vulnerable of a position he was in, ultimately giving up on survival. Oh well, he’s lived long enough.

With a hushed whisper, he uttered “Your mom.”

And as the winged-hero predicted, Dabi’s hand lowered back onto his ribs and showed no mercy; cake long forgotten as Hawks’ frantic laughter echoed off of the walls.

After all, no good joke shall go unpunished…

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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curedigiqueen · 11 months

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So you loved Kira Kira Precure a la Mode, and/or some of the other seasons of the past 10 or so years. So you go to watch the season that started it all, and its probably not what your expecting. And there's a good chance you don't like it. That's fair. The two could not be more different. Now, Kira Kira Precure A la Mode is not a bad magical girl anime. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It has charming characters and creative battles. But is it a good Precure show? It is Futari wa Precure's antithesis. At least as much of an antithesis as it can possibly be while still being a show targeted towards young girls. Kira Kira Precure A La Mode is a colorful show, with 6-8 larger than life characters as they battle against hatred. They fight in confection themed outfits while wearing heels and being unabashedly cutesy. It's main protagonist always saving the day with an energetic "Whip Step Jump" or a "Bright Idea". To be fair, many modern Precure series are more similar to Kira Kira. Girls who are role models. Girls who chase after their dreams with everything they have. Who even without being Precure live extraordinary lives. There is only one Whip, there are many like her. There is no Cure like Black.

Now excuse me while I get really emotional and overdramatic about Futari wa Precure.

Futari wa Precure is not modern Precure, Modern Precure wouldn't really start until Fresh. Splash Star took the first steps, and Precure continues to evolve, but the first seasons of Precure, particularly the first 3 are not the Modern Cure. Futari wa Precure is not a story about Extraordinary girls, doing extraordinary things. It's not loud, nor bright spectacle. A show is not wrong for being these things. But these things are not Futari wa. It is a story about ordinary girls, who live ordinary lives, who fight against eternal forces that seek to destroy the normal things they hold dear, with only each other to count on. There are two sides to Nagisa and Honoka's lives. Their day to day lives, filled with people they love. Takoyaki and Chocolate and Dogs and Lacrosse and a million other simple things. Slice of life filled with unapologetically ordinary vibes. The world they seek to protect. And the things they do to protect it. The lonely brutal battles. The interruptions to their day to day. The threats on those they love. The villains dismissal of their important feelings and things in a battle that feels bigger than them. There are only the two of them. And 2 fairies who, themselves, only have each other, desperate refugees stuck in a world that makes them so tired that they cannot navigate it on their own.

And when I say there's no Cure like Black, I'm not exaggerating. There aren't many sporty lead cures anymore. But even when there were. There was no one like black. Melody, Rouge and Bloom are closest. But even then. Cure Black is not an optimist. She is not confident. Nagisa does not want to be a Cure. She does not want things to change. She bullies her little brother, she argues with her fairy. She is irresponsible and struggles to do things she dislikes. She hates fighting. But she fights anyway. She is not hope. She is courage. Because if she's going to die, she will die fighting. Bitterly.

When I say there hardly any Cures like Black, I mean there are also no Cures like White. We have cures into Science, though even now not many. And when we do, they are mostly into biology. (Doctors, Nurses, Marine Biologists, Botany). The closest we have is Himari, and her way of connecting sweets to science. We do have two cures who want to be astronauts (Tsubomi and Hikaru), but even then their primary interests are Botany and Cryptids respectively. Not that these are bad goals. But they are not White's more nebulous interest in science, that extends beyond the life sciences. Beyond domesticity. She loves learning, pure and simple. Honoka is well off, but gets her hands dirty. She is a woman of science, but takes the supernatural in stride. She is kind, but does things her way. She is graceful and polite, but temperamental and bold. In this way, Rhythm and Egret perhaps resemble her though not each other. Egret shares her independent nature, and mild obliviousness. Rhythm shares her temper and hands-onness. Honoka is hope. But she is not the loud Hope, like so many pinks, burning towards a dream. Burning with the possibilities. She is the quiet hope. The stubborn hope. She is the hope born of sorrow and things that cannot be. The hope that hears "This is the way it is" and says "No".

Cure Black and Cure White are not merciful. They do not redeem their enemies. A general hurts Black's brother and laughs. She kills him in rage. He was desperate. But she was vengeful. The enemies they fight are not all encompassing evil. They are darkness, and a threat that needs to be eliminated. But for many they merely want to survive. But so do Black and White. Cure Black and White fight, pitting the survival of their world against the survival of their enemies. It's them or her, and she chooses her and she loses. Her brother is vengeful and angry, and its him or them. And he chooses them. They lose a friend to this pointless struggle. But they continue on. The battle continues on. Honoka cries and cries for him. Did it have to be this way? It doesn't matter because it is. And there is no one she can talk to aside from Nagisa, and Mipple.

There is no one shouting to cheer on the Precure, no miracle lights. Those wouldn't come until Yes 5! They are merely rumors. A half seen fight. A figure seemingly out of a dream. Are they even real? Their imitators on the playground are more real than they are. Bring more smiles than they do. The universe is more vast than any of them could comprehend. There are entire other worlds with people who laugh and cry.

And there is no setting quite like Futari wa's setting. The setting in Futari wa, which I don't believe is named in show, is based on the Tokyo area. Not a made up city. A real one. Sure their school is fictional, as are the stores they visit. But the amusement park they visit is directly inspired by a real one. Nagisa lives in an Apartment building I believe to be modeled off a real one. They travel busy trains. Honoka's grandmother lived through war and tells stories of bombings. This is the Tokyo of a world not quite unlike our own. And perhaps most notably, this world is melancholic. Not bright.

Nagisa does not have pink hair. She does not have blond hair. She has orange hair. Not bright orange. Orangish brown. Though not one common in Japan, a real color. Honoka has black hair. Some might say blue. Although with its darkness its otherwise indistinguishable. It might as well be black. Shiho has red hair. And later Hikari will have blond. Kirya's will be green, but like Honoka so green it might as well be black. These may not be real hair colors, exactly. But they're close. Their muted. In the same way this is Tokyo but not.

With all of this said, there is still one core tenant Kira Kira holds to. It is still a story about girls, different kinds of girls, protecting the things they love. In Kira Kira, it is sweets. In Futari wa... its sweets.

Sweets. Precure was always about sweets go home.

#precure #futari wa precure #pretty cure #futari wa pretty cure #Futari wa and Kira kira could not be more different #Both good magical girls imo #but very different otherwise #Futari wa may have started the precure franchise #But it also followed Ashita no Nadja and Ojamajo Doremi which were more down to earth and weren't afraid to cover heavier topics #futari wa doesn't really do that but some of the tone definitely followed over

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klonoadreams · 19 days

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Possible name for the potential Katakuri and Honey’s baby if you decide to down that route; bon bon.

Now this name has layers; first, a bon bon is a small sweet confection and is literally the French word for candy, so you have the Charlotte’s family naming scheme covered. Secondly, bon bon differs in only one letter from bun bun, so if you take a little leap in logic you could say that name is also referencing Honey’s devil fruit. Thirdly, it makes sense that Honey would name her beloved child partially after her beloved younger sister, with also having bon bon be a nickname that Honey calls her sister by, just to add the extra sweet factor

But yes, the image of Kuma being handed his grandchild to hold before he succumbs to the programming, gently holding this small tanned bundle that shares the same pink hair as his beloved wife and daughters. Knowing that even after all of the horrible times that his daughters have gone through, that they’re still living and surviving, making families of their own….

I think that it would, if not grant him a complete sense of closure, would allow him to be calm and think about how proud he his of his daughters in his final moments

THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE, I"M LOSING MY MIND 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

part of why Honey also ended up as a rabbit is also because of "honey bun", so it was part of a pun. BUT BON BON IS SO CUTE.

BABY BON BON, I HAVE TO KEEP THE BABY NOW. And Honey does call Bonney, Bon-Bon as a cutesy nickname, because she loves her baby sister SO much!!!

Was genuinely thinking of this scene, while Kuma is guarding the Thousand Sunny, with Honey going to Sabaody to show Bon Bon off to Kuma, like while he's still in the throes of his programming, but the slight reaction from it, shows her some hope. Because despite it all, he is still in there. That love that keeps him strong no matter what.

Also, Bonney holding Bon Bon and just falling asleep with the baby on a massive pillow, and drooling on the pillow after the two just eat a LOT of food.

I know Katakuri was just picked out because out of everyone, he fits best with Honey (but also hair color made my brain go, owo), but I also genuinely think his time with Honey has actually been very good for him, for the way Honey never made a comment about his face, and more than anything, demanded he eat with her

It's official, I'm going this route, it's too damn sweet and I'm sobbing over this baby, and Bonney also loving this baby, and while it was a mess of a start, Honey also realizing HOW Kuma was able to love Bonney at first glance, cuz Honey had her mixed feelings at first because she was like, only ten when Bonney was born, and her Mama is gone. Obviously, it would take her time versus an adult like Kuma already having a far more complex development with his feelings. He can manage them better while Honey is still a child, her brain still developing and all that. Then she holds Bon Bon for the first time, she just sobs cuz she realizes how it clicks so well, and also realizes that these feelings of unconditional love are what Kuma would have felt as well, despite how Bonney's birth came to be. And it just gives her a sense of calm and bittersweet happiness. Because she and Katakuri can make the most of it, despite Big Mom's presence. Just like Chiffon and Bege, with baby Pez. Baby Bon Bon coming out like a baby girl, maybe on the androgynous side with long hair and a boyish appearance that's somewhat like Katakuri. Bon Bon likes Papa, but Bon Bon will follow Mama more and Katakuri will let them leave, if it means keeping Big Mom away from them. at least until everything is safe. :V

#ask #blackberrybookshelf #one piece #one piece oc #bartholomew kuma #charlotte katakuri #mischievous function (fanfic)#bartholomew honey #bon bon (oc)#one piece spoilers #I AM IN AWE OF THIS ALL #THIS IS BEAUTIFUL #MY HEART

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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femboy s/o hcs ; pastel meringue cookie

requested by ; anonymous (15/03/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; pastel meringue cookie

outline ; “Hello love ^^ May I request a pastel meringue cookie x male reader (femboy reader if possible 👉👈) who also really likes frilly and pastel color outfits? I think it’s so cute that we get to have a male cookie who’s into cute pink stuff like me!!

Maybe pastel meringue makes cute outfits for his male s/o to try on and even asks his s/o to model his outfits for other cookies to see because he just wants to show how pretty his partner is x3”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

you two are 100% a match made in heaven

like pastel meringue has finally found his ideal partner and his ideal model in one person, and you’ve found someone who shares your love of all things cute and that can provide you with the outfits you love to wear

he starts making and designing clothing with you and your tastes in mind to the extent that it feels wrong to have any other model wear it

but that’s hardly a downside since he loves showing you off to other people — and he loves seeing you in clothes he’s designed

most of his designs are incredibly intricate and expensive to create, which translates to long hours spent in his office and his work room

but when he’s working he loves having you around to bounce ideas off of and just chat to

which also means plenty of discussions are had over a tray of confections and a good few cups of tea — usually consisting of you both fawning over each other, his designs and throwing ideas back and forth as to how you could make each item cuter

he’ll base everything off of your proportions — every skirt or dress, every blouse or blazer, every pair of shorts or stockings

everything is styled on you

and all of it’s made in pastel with plenty of frills and other fancy details, of course

he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever and insists on taking you with him to every gala and competition and runway and business gathering to show you off

which, of course, means plenty of new outfits designed with the sole purpose of demonstrating how wonderful you look (and how exceptional his skills as a designer are)

you do have matching outfits, of course, but he loves seeing you in things that he wouldn’t normally wear (usually due to the restrictions of his work)

like, for example, he thinks you look awesome in skirts and designs them for you often — but because he works around machinery a lot he doesn’t want to run the risk of getting distracted and catching his clothes in a machine, so he wouldn’t wear them himself

the frillier the outfit the better and there can never be too many layers are basically his life mottos when it comes to his work

so expect a lot of intricate, detailed, cute clothes to be added to your wardrobe

he also brags about you a lot to other people, always mentioning how cute his boyfriend is and how amazing you look in his clothes — even pointing you out when you’re modelling to show off how proud he is of you

this is a hill he’s willing to die on and he’s gotten into arguments with a good few people who aren’t too fond of your shared love of a cutesy aesthetic

#sleepingdeath #male reader #fluff #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #cookie run x male reader #fluff hcs #cro x reader #cro fluff #pastel meringue cookie x reader

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holidayjoecoffee · 5 months

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Free Guy (2023?)

Ryan Reynolds stars in this lighthearted science fiction confection. It's mostly lightly comedic. And it has an intriguing concept- a non-player character in a video game gains self-awareness and falls in love with a player- character.

It begins to lose a bit of steam with the "real world" stuff, and it gets a bit too schmaltzy towards the end.

I thought it was fine, but really it's all just a little bit too cutesy for my taste. My wife liked it more. Your mileage may vary.

#free guy #movie reviews #ryan reynolds

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iishtar · 5 months

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In some respects, you might say that the themes and ideas of a film like Coppola’s latest are ones that have been in her oeuvre for years. If detractors have sometimes found the director’s work distancing, more interested in aesthetics than interiority, Priscilla both does little to disprove them and also directly inverts that. Priscilla is a confection that knows its one from the opening beat, focusing as it does in a knowing and enjoyable montage of slipper-pink nail polish and cutesy knick-knacks and inky black cat-eye liner. The film knows it’s a confection because Priscilla Beaulieu Presley knows she is, too. If she doesn’t create this prettified, grown-up self for public consumption – and more directly, for her older lover’s consumption – she might crack open like a meringue and learn there’s nothing inside.

The film, which is bookended essentially by Priscilla’s entrance and finally her departure from Graceland, is in some respects Coppola’s most complete statement on the dissociative qualities of her female characters. These things are linked to their surroundings and physicality – the kind of femininity that we may both take delight in and which ultimately ties us in knots. If dissociative feminism is a topic of conversation these days – that is, the removal of oneself from the body in an attempt to avoid discomfort or pain – Priscilla feels embodied in it, both in performance and in Coppola’s free-floating, daydreamy visual style and patterning.

Christina Newland, In Priscilla, Sofia Coppola tells a story that is frighteningly familiar

#christina newland #priscilla #film #film criticism

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alstroemeriadissonance · 3 years

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Girl Talk

A/N - Okay, this is the first fic I created for this Tumblr. I got driven to set up a Tumblr FINALLY because I just couldn't get Vyn out of my system and this is to help my mental health aaaaa

If you like what you read, and want more, drop me a message and request anything Vyn! Goddamnit I have never whaled for anything in a mobage until his goddamn birthday card that I had to get through hard pity *sobs*

Please be patient as this is my first ever Tumblr thing :')

Pairing: Vyn Richter x MC

Characters: MC, Vyn Richter, Artem Wing, Kiki Benett

Warnings: LONG ASS READ (I'm sorry). Suggestive content. Sorta dark, I think? I may miss some warnings, lemme know if there's any as this is honestly my first Tumblr and not really familiar with the tagging thing :<

"Girl, you really need to explain yourself," Kiki said as she pointed at the small card hanging from one of the pink flowers neatly arranged in a vase; the bouquet sat unassumingly by the windowsill, the pastel blues and pinks a stark contrast to the nighttime cityscape looming below Rosa's high-rise apartment.

"To my one and only Rose," the card read. Then came the elegant cursive of his signature, "Vyn"

Rosa pretended to be busy setting down the grocery bags full of movie marathon snacks by her kitchen countertop. "Dr. Richter?" she almost stammered his name out. She wasn't ready to talk about him yet. Not when she herself was confused with her own feelings about her...friend? What was he to her anyway? Friend? Mentor? Teacher?

Lover?

A shadow cast over her eyes as she dragged out the motions of putting the drinks into her fridge, lost in her own thoughts, and at the same time trying to avoid her girl friend's inquiries. In vain.

"Hellloooooo," Kiki sang out in her cutesy sing-song voice. "Earth to Rosaaaaa." Her bunny socks-clad feet padded over to the kitchen, and she gently nudged Rosa aside to take over the task of loading the drinks into the fridge's door trays. The clinking of bottles could be heard as Kiki deftly continued the task, only to be interrupted with her exclaiming "oh wow."

Sitting inside the fridge was a box.

The plastic window afforded a view of what was unmistakably a mont blanc: vermicelli-like swirls sitting on a delicate-looking crust, topped with clouds of whipped cream. A piece of expensive-looking truffle sat daintily on top of the confection.

And, again, the tag attached to the ribbon adorning the box. "I can do it, too." it said simply, in elegant fountain pen script. "Vyn"

Kiki read the words aloud and hastily turned to Rosa. "Th-this is The Vyn Richter we're talking about, right?" A slight look of disbelief dawned on her face, as if saying, oh my god. Something serious is going on right?

Rosa nodded, meekly.

"That same pale dude that came over last week in the office?"

Vyn had dropped by Artem's office to personally deliver NXX-related documents. Everyone in the firm who was able to catch a glimpse of the pale haired, golden-eyed psychiatrist couldn't help but talk about how strangely good-looking he was the moment he left the building.

"Yeah. That one."

"Rosa!" Kiki closed the fridge with a firm thud and stood in front of her clearly conflicted-looking friend. "Explain. Yourself." She put her hands on her hips.

"We're friends, really," Rosa said, sighing. "Dr. Richter and I--"

"No, nononono." Kiki said, firmly, cutting her off. "We are having a sleepover right now, Rosa, and do you know the golden rule for sleepovers?"

"...what?"

Kiki smiled triumphantly. "No secrets between us girls."

Rosa and Kiki decided to have one of those girly sleepovers that didn't occur as often as they would have wanted back when they were still young, starry eyed college freshmen. Girls who still believed they were at the cusp of the springtime of their youth.

Eventually they found out, by sophomore year, that there was no springtime of youth, only the winter of academic hell all year round in Stellis University.

And it was the same during their internship in Themis Law.

And so they never had the chance to do sleep overs, until Rosa impulsively dragged Kiki out of the office building after closing one of the more difficult cases that she'd been dealing with for the past couple of months.

Rosa of a few hours earlier was still full of excitement. "Let's hang out in my place, Kiki!" she said as she pulled a reluctant Kiki out into the sunset. "Let's watch movies! Maybe paint nails!"

And yet, today. Kiki was now running an inquisition, and all because Rosa in her desperation to have fun forgot to clean up the few incriminating traces of him before inviting Kiki into her apartment.

Rosa groaned inwardly.

They were already a couple of episodes into a rather bland romantic series that only served to fill the white noise, when Kiki spoke.

"So." Kiki reached into the bag of chips. "When did it start?" Faint crunching noises interrupted the kissing scene happening in the screen.

"Well..."

Late afternoon sunlight filters through the curtains of Dr. Vyn Richter's quaint Victorian-style residence, flooding his living room with a tint of orange.

Orange that further deepens the pools of gold penetrating you with their unflinching gaze. "I do not concern myself with matters that do not have anything to do with me," he says, before grabbing your hand. He breaks his intense gaze to close his eyes as he reverently raises your knuckle to his strangely cool lips. "But, if you say that you will be my partner in this endeavor," his lips curl into a half-smile. "I will do it. For you."

You know that Dr. Richter's time is valuable, and even he himself knows it. And yet here you are pleading for his help in a child custody case that is not even formally assigned to you. You just couldn't bear the thought of the child being sent back to her abusive maternal relatives.

His words of 'I do not want to do it, but if it is for you, I will do it,' are an oft-repeated mantra that comes up whenever you both talk about work. While it sounds sweet and flattering, you can't help but wonder if he in general cannot be bothered with the cares of the everyone else but him--a stark contrast with your burning desire to do good for the world.

Everyone else, it seems, except you.

"Dr. Richter, I--" you stumble over your words, heat blooming over your face and ears.

His lips still lightly dancing over the back of your hand, trailing tiny kisses across your knuckles, to your wrist...

"What are you doing?" you finally exclaim, yet you do not pull your hand away from the source of sweet, sweet stimulation.

"For months," he murmured, his breath hot and moist on your wrist. "For months I could not empty my thoughts of you. I drown myself in work, my research, my papers, lessons--" a sigh escapes his lips. "But whenever I find myself alone, I..."

A quiet, deep moan escapes his throat. Dr. Richter presses your kiss-smothered hand to his cheek. A look that you have never seen before on his face--the unmistakable look of hunger--casts a sensual shadow on his golden eyes.

"Rosa, my Rosa," his voice cracks with sheer need. "Can I kiss you?"

It is then that you realize that it is taking all of his willpower to restrain himself enough to ask for your consent. For a kiss.

Of course you know what to tell him at that point.

You proffer your lips to him, and he eagerly devours you in a deep kiss that effectively communicates how much he needs you, how much he waited for this very moment. His hands feverishly clutch at the sides of your blazer, pinning your body against his.

"Please," the word escapes his throat in a guttural sound. "I need you." The cool, collected Dr. Richter with the carefully-curated image is no more but an echo in your thoughts. The man whose chamomile-flavored tongue is exploring the depths of you--this is probably the Vyn Richter without all the pretensions.

"Well?" Kiki prodded.

Rosa blinked, thoughts eventually brought back to the present. It was only then that she realized her face was burning red.

"I...don't know," she admitted. That was actually true--despite the intimate confession, Dr. Richter never actually put a label on their relationship, and Rosa found it too awkward to broach the topic. "Artem introduced Dr. Richter to me, and we worked on the Von Hagen case."

"Yes, that much we already know," Kiki said, taking a sip of her cola. "What you guys worked on after that?"

Rosa fiddled with the remote control of her TV. "A lot, actually." She couldn't actually mention NXX, but there were other things that they were involved in that were safe to confide to her friend. "There is this ongoing case with the PUA in Stellis University, and then there's..." She listed the many cases assigned to you that Dr. Richter contributed in, counting them with the fingers of her hands.

"Hmm. Those are also cases that Artem had to work on too, right?"

"Yeah. He is my partner after all."

Kiki moved to face Rosa, her brows furrowing in concern. "Hey, Rosa, can I say something weird?"

"Yeah?"

"Artem's...Artem's going to feel really bad about this, you know," she said, her voice solemn. "I mean..."

Rosa blinked. "Artem...?"

Kiki looked at her in disbelief. "Rosa, you really can't tell me you're this dense." Another sip of cola. "Artem's being gooey all over you and everyone knows about it already."

A sigh. "Come on, you. It's not professional..." her voice trailed off. "I mean, Artem wouldn't think of me like that..."

But it is not as if you are unaware of it. In fact, you are painfully aware of it for the longest time now.

The worst thing is that Dr. Richter, sharp as he is, also knows.

And boy, does he make it known that he knows.

The air in the NXX headquarters is already thick with tension as it is with only Marius, Dr. Richter, and Artem in the team. Now with you and your overprotective childhood friend Luke in the mix, the bantering is getting worse.

"You can write a treatise all you like about your mentor's perceived innocence, Artem," Dr. Richter cold voice reverberates in the basement of his Victorian mansion that serves as their headquarters. "But that will never dismiss what is recorded in the evaluation records."

Artem does not reply. Instead, he notes your presence with a small smile, obviously thankful for the momentary distraction by your recent arrival. "Rosa."

An almost imperceptible look of irritation crosses Dr. Richter's face, but you catch sight of it almost for a split second.

"Good evening, Artem. I have the files here," you hand him your silver flashdrive. "Sorry it took so long...the client couldn't be persuaded to sign the waiver along with the authenticity of the documents until the last minute."

"But you manage to do it anyway. Good job." Artem smiles down at you, then turns away to work with the USB and display the documents in the projector screen.

After a few moments, Artem clears his throat. "Do you want to have dinner by the way so we can discuss how we deal with the client tomorrow?" he is still facing the computer as he speaks. "If you--"

"Artem, are you overworking Rosa again?" Dr. Richter cuts in, in clipped tones. "It is already 8 in the evening and you will still talk about work over a late dinner?"

Artem finally faces the both of you, expression dark.

"Dr. Richter, it's okay, I--" you try to placate them before another argument breaks out. "Artem and I really do need to discuss our game plan before we meet up with the client."

"Nonsense," Dr. Richter almost spits out the word. "For the last few weeks your vitals are almost showing that of a comorbid patient. You will rest early tonight. In fact," he taps the glass table with the USB that Artem pulled out of the server after copying your files. "I'm disappointed that he made you go here after working overtime yourself."

"Dr. Richter, that's enough," you say, but he stands up from his swivel chair and takes your hand.

"I will not take no for an answer, Rosa." Gold eyes pierce your olive ones. "Let me take you home now." He guides you gently, but firmly away out of the basement headquarters. You helplessly look back at Artem, but he is facing away from you, tightly closed fists the only sign of his anger.

Upon reaching the ground floor of the mansion, well away from the basement, he pulls you to a shadowy corner of the foyer and kisses you deeply. His hands cup the small of your back, pushing you even closer to him. "You're not allowed to look at anyone else but me, Rosa," he says as he emerges from the wet, open mouthed kiss, and bites the side of your neck.

"Ah," you moan as he tongues the bite marks on your collarbone. "Dr. Richt--Vyn," you manage to breathe out, your hands tangling with the slivery strands tickling your face.

Dr. Richter does not take you home that night.

The morning after that--it is painfully obvious that Artem does not look you in the eye. Does he know? You wonder. You remember the numerous missed calls from him that you weren't able to answer because Dr. Richter was busy working on you for most of the night.

Or maybe the right question is, did Dr. Richter let him know?

"Earth to Rosa again" Kiki snapped her fingers in front of Rosa. She peered at her face, this time genuinely worried. "You're spacing out too often. Is something wrong?

Rosa shook her head, smiling apologetically. "Sorry Kiki. I know I came up with this sleepover thing but ugh...so tired."

"Hunh. Well, that's not surprising," Kiki said, smiling wryly. "You and Artem just closed that big case after all. Too bad though," she stretched out her arms. "I wanted more deets about that dashing foreigner man of yours."

Rosa snuggled up close against Kiki in front of the TV, grateful for the platonic companionship for the evening. "Mm. I promise, you'll be the first to know if ever anything happens."

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #vyn richter x reader #artem wing x reader #fanfic #mo yi x reader #mo yi x mc #vyn richter x you #vyn richter #mo yi

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summonerscenarios · 3 years

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hi juno, i just saw sugar cubes with cat motifs that could double as emergency snacks on twitter today and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen!! that being said, how would the feline transients (of your choosing ofc) would react to MC giving them those cat-shaped sugar cubes for their Valentine gift? thank you in advance! (´ ∀ ` *)

sdfghjgf yikes it’s like 1am but IT STILL COUNTS. HAPPY VALENTINES FOLKS hope ya’ll are treating yourselves with the love and appreciation you deserve!! and here’s a lil post for the day, hope ya like it~!

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Durga

With Valentines coming up, Durga wanted to be one of the first to give you a present for the holiday, which means of course she’s gotta be the first to get there and get you something to blow the rest of the competition out of the water. It looks like you had the same idea however, as the pair of you just about barge headfirst into one another right outside of the Yoyogi dorms, sending the pair of you, and your respective gifts, spilling across the floor. It’s a humorous flurry of asking why the other got there so early, apologizing for the collision as the pair of you drop to your knees and check on the packages, and in the mixup Durga ends up picking up your package instead of her own.

Thankfully, the contents haven’t spilled over but the packaging is more than a little ruffled, and as her thumbs move to smooth the wrapping back out she spots the little name scribbled into the top corner. Her name, to be precise.

Durga lifts her head up to look over at you as you hold up her package, and from the expression on your face as you look at the little attached tag that she’d scrawled your name onto, you’re just as surprised as she is. You can’t help but laugh - what are the chances that you both ended up running into each other after looking for the other? Durga finds herself laughing along too at the sight of your grinning, and once it dies down you start urging her to open up her valentines gift; you really wanna see what she thinks of it!

While Durga tries to avoid sugary stuff, she can’t really deny her sweet tooth when you’ve gone out of your way to get her something so sweet, and that, coupled with the cute little cat motifs make her cave before she even sees your face, hopeful that she’ll like them. Plus, it’s valentine's day, right? She can make an exception juuust this once...it’s a stroke of luck that they’re the perfect thing to snack on while watching you open your own valentine’s gift, hiding her face in the box seeing your expression light up once you’ve peeled the wrapping away to look at the present she got you as a show of appreciation (and maybe something more who knows…)

Tezcatlipoca

It was the little cat motifs that sold you on buying the sugar cubes - they were just too cute to pass up! And it didn’t help that as soon as you’d seen them the first person that came to mind is Tezcatlipoca, if anything it’s what convinced you to buy them just for him to enjoy with valentine’s day coming up! Wrapping them all up was fun too - it had taken a while to get the kind of paper you were looking for, along with getting it all wrapped up and looking presentable enough to impress. There was a lot of care taken into getting them all the way over to the base, including having to bribe some of the luchadores with treats to slip the box past with you (which you would have done anyways, it was fun seeing them bristling with excitement when you’d pulled out some chocolate boxes you’d got just for them), but you’re sure it would all be worth it once you actually got the gift handed off to the jaguar therian - he’s all about sacrifice, so maybe giving would be nice for a change~!

That ends up going about as well as one expects, and you realize that once you pull the gift out from behind your back and hold it out to him the moment he whirls around, flashing him a beaming smile as you present it to him. Deadass thinks it’s a trick at first - he stares down at the box like he's waiting for some kind of test as if you’ve got a hidden trick up your sleeve, which unless he’s expecting the trick to be those tiny little cubes of sugar (in which case someone spilled the beans on your gift), is completely unwarranted. In the end you have to explain that because it’s valentines day, a day where you share your affections to others in the form of gifts, you decided you’d get a little something for him, with it being a holiday and all. (that he of course knows...maybe...not.)

That’s when Texcatlipoca takes the box off of your hands, and you’re kind of anxious watching him peel away the wrapping and pull out the small container of treats. He flicks open the lid with ease, and is greeted by rows of small, finely decorated sugar cubes, with cutesy cat faces and small, paw shaped confections for good measure. Adorable is the best way to describe what you’d gifted the feline, and as his eyes flicker over the lid of the container to look at you, you find yourself giggling and sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck as you explain that when you’d seen them you’d thought of him, so who better to give it too, right? You’re quick to add that they serve as great emergency snacks in a pinch too, hoping the double use was as appealing an idea to Tez as it was to you.

He’s not one to be outdone by your gifting gesture, so be warned that upon accepting your gift Tezcatlipoca is going to see this as a chance to outdo the gesture tenfold before valentine’s day has come to a close - you’ve caught him off guard with your small gift, and he’s going to return that sentiment in abundance, excited to see how you’ll react to the surprise.

Sitri

Sitri’s opening up more to valentine's day this time around, though you still thought you’d twist up the gift from the typical chocolate that people give out and think outside the box in terms of valentine’s gifts. The only trouble was picking out what you were actually going to buy - you wanted something that would make for a nice gift, as well as something that Sitri would appreciate and enjoy, so you’d wracked your head thinking of the perfect gift for the upcoming holiday.

That’s when you’d come across the sugar cubes - you’d actually heard about them from Ryota when he’d gushed about a store specializing in cat themed treats and how they were coming out with a valentine’s line. It was the perfect place to start looking for a gift, and so as soon as you had a free moment, you’d stopped by and managed to snag yourself a box of the cute little cubes before they’d gone out of stock. You had the option to get them pre-packaged, but you’d instead opted to hand-wrap them yourself so that you could include one or two other little goodies that you’d gotten for the occasion. It took a bit longer than you thought it would have, but by the time you’ve got it packaged up and tucked neatly away in a little gift bag, it’s right in time for valentines day, so you’re eager to head out and deliver your gift to the feline transient first thing after school.

Even though you’ve gotten him valentines gifts in the past, Sitri’s still surprised and a little flustered when you come up to him, holding out the gift bag to him with a warm smile and greeting of “Happy valentines, Sitri!” as you present him with the gift you’d picked out. That reaction is only amplified once he opens the lid and looks down at the cute cat cubes looking back up at him with adorable faces and whiskers decals to really seal the feline look the treats have got going on. Admittedly, they’re not usually the kind of thing Sitri goes for, mostly thanks to those years chasing the ‘cool cat’ ideal, but as he’s opened up more, as well as with your expression anxiously waiting for his response, he finds himself not minding the gift in the slightest. If anything, he’s more worried about the gift that he got you - you’ve put so much thought into his gifts, he hopes that your gifts can hold a candle to them as he fishes out his own gift to give to you.

Nomad

With valentine’s coming around once again, you were determined to get Nomad something this time around. Sure, you’d gotten him things in the past, but those had mostly been in the form of time spent together going out to eat places and such; this time you wanted to go out of you way to get him a gift from the heart, something that would help convey your appreciation for the gruff tiger therian. Even if it was just a small little gift, you were set on going out and getting him something, which is exactly what you do the moment the shops start setting up for the holiday in question...you just really wish you had a better idea of the kind of thing that Nomad would like to receive.

You don’t really peg him as the chocolates for valentines kind of guy - he’s worked enough valentine’s gigs you’re sure he’d like an alternative gift for a change - so you’d sought out something you wouldn’t normally have picked. Which is what led to you finding those sugary treats, and the moment you looked at them in the little decorative boxes on the display stand, you just knew that those were the treats you were going to gift Nomad with.

You don’t end up giving Nomad his ‘gift’ face-to-face however. Something came up that pulled you away from being able to give them to him in person (because seriously, what is with you getting dragged into other people’s problems during the holidays? You need a break), so you ended up having to leave them back at his office. By the time that he finally returns to the office he finds the small, cutely decorated box perched precariously right in the middle of his desk, with a small note attached to the top. Confused, but interest peaked enough to approach, the therian plucks the note off with one hand and picks up the box as he settles into his desk chair, reading over your hastily scrawled message.

‘Sorry I couldn’t give this in person but I hope you like em! Apparently they double as emergency snacks, that’s neat,huh? - call me later and tell me what you think! xx’

Popping open the lid of the box, Nomad soon finds out what your message was talking about, and he plucks up one of the cubes between his claws as he holds it up, brows quirking as he takes in the cutesy cat motifs that have been meticulously molded with the sugar cubes to make an undeniably adorable design. He shakes his head a little at the thought of how much bother you must have put yourself through getting so worked up trying to find these little sugar cubes. With that being said he definitely ends up keeping them - after all, imagining how excited you’ll get is enough to make him pluck a few out to try as he fishes out his phone to give you a call.

#Anonymous #housamo #housamo imagine #housamo headcanon #tokyo afterschool summoners #imagine #headcanons #durga #housamo durga #tezcatlipoca #housamo tezcatlipoca #sitri #housamo sitri #nomad #housamo nomad #request #ask

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language-dragon · 2 years

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Happy Halloween (Cover Version by Raon Lee)

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Japanese Vocab List for Happy Halloween

魔法 (まほう) - magic, witchcraft, sorcery

掛ける (かけれる) - to hang, suspend; to put on, wear; to spend (time, money); to pour/sprinkle something onto; to put an effect on; here: 魔法にかけられた - magic was [passive form] put on [me]

お菓子 (おかし) - sweets, candy; confections

~ちゃう - cutesy, childish version of ~してしまう (to do something by accident, or to finish completely)

きっと - surely, undoubtedly

霧 (きり) - fog, mist

濃い (こい) - deep (colour); strong (flavour, smell, etc.)

集まる (あつまる) - to gather, collect; to assemble

アマイモノ (甘い物) - sweets, sweet food

我慢 (がまん) - endurance, patience, perseverance; self-control, restraint

ご褒美 (ほうび) - reward; prize

ほら - an outcry like “look!”, “look out!”, “hey!”

鐘 (かね) - (often large hanging) bell; chime

音 (ね) - sound; noise (おと is the most common reading of 音; ね is mostly used in literary contexts; e.g., poems)

騒ぎ出す (さわぎだす) - to start making a noise, start making an uproar; to go berserk

オバケ - ghost; apparition

許 (ゆるす) - to permit, allow; to forgive, excuse

悪戯 (いたずら) - prank, trick; mischief

幼気な (いたいけな) - young and sweet; adorable, cute; innocent

踊る (おどる) - to dance

カブ (蕪) - turnip

街中 (まちじゅう) - the whole town; all over town

頂戴 (ちょうだい) - [humble ]receiving, reception, getting; being given [something]

不思議な (ふしぎな) - wonderful, marvelous; strange, mysterious; incredible;

欲張りな (よくばりな) - greedy; gluttonous

餌食 (えじき) - prey; victim

庭木 (にわき) - garden tree

ぐるぐる - [Onomatopoetic] (turning) round and round; wrapping, winding around

~ちゃえ - like ~ちゃう, cutesy ~してしまう, but ~え expresses that something is done recklessly, or encourages someone to do something bold

灯 (とう) - lamp; light

時計 (とけい) - clock; watch; timepiece

回る (まわる) - to turn; to revolve

眩む (くらむ) - to be dazzled by; to be dizzied by; to be disoriented by

夜更かし (よふかし) - staying up late; keeping late hours

寝る (ねる) - to sleep, go to bed; to lie down

コロがす (ころ転す) - to roll; to wheel; to turn over; to tip over

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ねぇもう暗 (くら) くなりそうだから - Hey, looks like it's about to get dark now デちゃってもいいかしら？- So would it be alright to go out, I wonder? ちょっとね魔法 (まほう) にかけられた - A little magic was put on me, you see キミのお菓子 (かし) から食 (た) べちゃうぞ - Let's eat, starting with your candy

きっともう霧 (きり) が濃 (こ) くなるから - It looks like the fog will get thicker ミンナ集 (あつ) まるかな？ - Will everyone gather together, maybe? じっと待 (ま) ってアマイモノ我慢 (がまん) した - I firmly waited and stayed away from sweets ご褒美 (ほうび) をほら - So as for the reward, look here

ひとつふたつ鐘 (かね) の音 (ね) - One, two, the sound of the bell 騒 (さわ) ぎ出 (だ) す小 (ちい) さいオバケたち - The small ghosts are starting to bustle 今日 (きょう) は許 (ゆる) してくれるの - Today it will be allowed さあ街 (まち) に行 (い) こう - So, let's go into town

だって Happy Halloween - 'Cause it's Happy Halloween 悪戯 (いたずら) しちゃうぞ ding-dong-dang - Let's play a prank ding-dong-dang あっちもこっちも trick or treat - Trick or treat here and there and everywhere, キャンディーはくれないの？- Won't you give us some candy? だって Happy Halloween - ‘Cause it's Happy Halloween, 幼気 (いたいけ) なランタンパンプキン - Some innocent-looking pumpkin lanterns 疲 (つか) れたジャックも踊 (おど) るよ朝 (あさ) まで - Even the tired Jack dances all the while until morning

だって Happy Halloween - 'Cause it's Happy Halloween, オバケのカブだってラララ - Even the ghost turnips, la la la 今日は街中 (まちじゅう) trick or treat - Trick or treat today all throughout town, チョコも頂戴 (ちょうだい) よ - Some chocolate too please だって Happy Halloween - 'Cause it's happy halloween, 不思議 (ふしぎ) な世界 (せかい) へようこそ - Welcome to this wondrous world 疲れたジャックも歌 (うた) う�� - Even the tired Jack sings Let's trick or treat

もっともっとほしい - They want more and more, 欲張 (よくば) りゴースト - The greedy ghosts もうない？それなら - There's no more? If that’s the case 悪戯 (いたずら) の餌食 (えじき) ね - Then they'll be prey to our pranks

くれない家 (いえ) なんて庭木 (にわき) に - As for the houses that won't give anything トイレットペーパーぐるぐるしちゃえ - Let's wrap their garden trees in toilet paper 今夜 (こんや) はランタン灯 (とう) してるなら甘 (あま) いの頂戴 (ちょうだい) - If the lanterns are lit tonight, give us some sweets please さぁ Let's Party Night - So let's party tonight

ほらだって Happy Halloween - Hey 'cause it's Happy Halloween, 時計 (とけい) も回 (まわ) る tick-tack - the clock too continues to spin, tick-tack あっちもこっちも trick or treat - Here, there and everywhere, trick or treat 目 (め) もくらむパンプキンパイ - Pumpkin pies that dazzle the eye だって Happy Halloween - 'Cause it's Happy Halloween, だから夜更 (よふ) かししちゃうじゃない - Why not; let's stay up till late 疲れたジャックも寝 (ね) ないわ朝まで - The tired Jack won't sleep either until morning

だって Happy Halloween... - 'Cause it's Happy Halloween... x3

今日は Happy Halloween - Today it's Happy Halloween さぁ Let's trick or treat - So now, let's trick or treat 赤 (あか) いキャンディーコロがして - Red candy rolling around 朝まで寝たくない - Don't wanna sleep till morning

#Japanese #japanese music #raon lee #music #happy halloween #japanese vocab lists #vocab lists #i play this song on repeat every halloween

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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Hello! I would like another order please, if isn't too much.

I would like a square dark chocolate with wrapping paper (Tsukki!). The fillings would be Raspberry Creme, Orange Creme and Toffee! Thank you :)

Hello hello!!! Thank you for the order bestie 💕💕

I had trouble at first but theN INSPIRATION S T RU C K

I Hope you enjoy!!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

CW UNDER THE CUT: Reader is really scared :(

How in the hell did you let the boys talk you into this…? You were always more than happy to help out your best friend Tanaka’s club. You trusted the boys with your whole heart, and were good friends with all of them.

Well, almost all of them.

Good ol’ stoic Tsukki was never someone that you intended on interacting with. Sure, he must have some reason for acting the way he does, but something in the way he always talked to you was just… off-putting.

Anyways, you found yourself standing at the entrance of a decorated set of interconnected tents. Every club at Karasuno High School was in charge of creating some sort of attraction for the school festival.

The volleyball club picked a haunted house…

You hesitantly stepped inside, the “door” shutting harshly behind you. You blew out an exhale. This is fine! You can do this! You weren’t terrified of haunted houses to the point of tears or anything! You trudged a few steps forward, senses through the roof.

Suddenly, a short figure with a gory mask jumped out at you and screamed. You regretted every decision that you had made in your life up until that point. You screamed louder than the figure, falling backwards on your butt.

The figure retreated and you stood up, regaining your wind. Despite all proper judgement screaming at you, your feet moved forward quickly.

Traveling through the darkness, you cursed yourself for ever agreeing in the first place. Before you could reflect on a better way to go anout things, another masked figure jumped out and grabbed your shoulders.

You wiggled out of its grasp and fell to the ground harshly. The person behind the mask laughed as they ran away. You on the other hand curled up against the wall as tears fell from your eyes.

When you heard more footsteps toward you, you yelped and your body shook. “Stop! Go away I don’t like this anymore!”

“Are you okay?” A voice, which you presumed belonged to the footsteps, asked softly.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled as a sob ripped from your lips.

“Woah… wait are you crying?” The footsteps ceased, as if the person they belonged to was shocked.

“I said l-leave me alone!”

“(Y/N) don’t move, I’m gonna come find you.” The voice was gentle and sympathetic, and you swore that you’ve heard it before.

“Wh- no!”

“Do you trust me?”

You gasped with wide eyes when you finally recognized the voice. “T-Tsukishima?” You sniffled as you tried to make out the figure.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He said with a little amusement teasing in his tone, “But do you trust me?”

“I- I do.” You replied, taking a shaky breath.

“Listen to me, idiot; I’m going to get you out of here. Where are you?”

“I’m on- on the ground.” You said with a mousy tone, feeling all of the shame and embarrassment wash over you at once.

“Okay. Just keep talking, I’ll come get you.”

Through hiccups and sobs, you managed to keep talking to Tsukishima. He navigated through the complete darkness, walking slowly and carefully as to not accidentally trip over you. When he finally was standing in front of you, he knelt down and held out his hand.

“I’m right here. Take my hand.”

You hesitantly reached out…

When your fingers interwound with his, relief washed over you. The blonde middle-blocker reacted out of instinct, pulling you into a hug. Your eyes widened out of confusion, but you let yourself relax knowing that you were safe from any further harm.

“Thank you…” you whispered as you snuggled close to him.

“Don’t mention it.” He replied, thumb gently brushing between your shoulders.

It’s funny how things work. All of this time you thought that Tsukishima was just being his usual aloof self. And yet, the blonde boy was so in love with you that he didn’t want to mess anything up…

Sure, he was worried about what would happen. But when he held you close to him, all of his fears were depleted, and his heart rate was soon racing as fast as yours.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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pinkrival · 3 years

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@fracturedhues said: ❝Uh, Cotton Candy...? That's cute-- or well, "Hot Topic Alcremie" also sounds nice in my head, somehow.❞ ( GIVE BEDE A NICKNAME )

❝ would you believe me if i said this wouldn’t be the FIRST TIME i’ve been called the former? ❞ he used to take offense to such a cutesy moniker —— his appearance, after all, was something bede took no small amount of time and effort to MAINTAIN. ( perhaps his hair did resemble the sweet confection, but untouched, it became a tragedy. ) more recently, bede had SOFTENED his stance a bit. cotton candy hardly sounded so offensive compared to the veritable sea of wooloo-themed nicknames.

❝ although... i must admit, the LATTER is definitely new. ❞ hot topic... alcremie?

#fracturedhues #( mel's nicknames for people... cute & iconic... )

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enter-the-phantom · 4 years

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Enter’s Massive Online Garage Sale, Part 2: Electric Boogaloo (now with director commentary!)

Selling off a bunch of stuff. Collectibles, subscription-box exclusive HP merch, and just random stuff. Prices don’t include shipping, but I’ll do my best to keep shipping prices down. PM me for anything you’re interested in and don’t forget everything comes with free art!

Please reblog, I need this stuff gone and I need the money badly to help pay for my surgery bills, especially being out of work at the moment.

Everything will be washed/Lysol’ed very thoroughly before shipping!

Anything mentioned without photos, just ask me about them. Tumblr will only allow a certain amount of photos at a time so I’m saving those for the things that need photos.

1. Harry Potter coloured pencils: These are from a subscription box. With delightfully eye-rollingly color-themed puns such as “Greengotts” and “Plumbledore”, these will are great for colouring or just displaying so your guests can roll their eyes, too. Never opened. Set of 12. $5

2. Harry Potter Funko POP Pez dispenser: Ever wanted to eat the sweet nectar of mass produced confection out of the torn open throat of chibi Harry Potter? Now you can! The most hardcore candy dispenser around, if you choose to think hardcore! $5

3. Marauder’s Map Infinity Calendar: Subcription box exclusive. Fuel your existential crisis with the power of rotating wheels and nerdy papercraft! I wrote a little about this particular item on my collection blog. Check it out there for more info and then come back here and give me money so you too can experience the monotony and dread of watching your life pass by before your eyes. $5

4. Death Note L plushie: He’s been sitting in a box for two years, craving cake and companionship. Give him one of these things (not the cake, you’ll have to wash him and you’ll have wasted perfectly good cake trying to feed it to a plushie) today. $5

5. Angel Beats! Weiss Schwarz cards (set of 8): Does anyone actually play this game or do we just collect the weeaboo cards? This is one booster pack because I got my blood taken in middle school and it hurt so mom bought me these and then I never got more. But you don’t care about that, you care about the cute anime girls (and TK)! Also one of them is all shiny and shit. $5

6. Flying keys Hoo-rag: Subscription box exclusive. It’s an athletic bandana, which explains why I never opened it. The athletic part, not the bandana part, bandanas are badass. Bananas, which I keep accidentally typing, are also badass. Get that potassium, playboy! Also get yourself a flying key Hoo-rag, so you can keep the sweat, blood, and tears out of your eyes while you exercise! $10

7. Venom enamel pins (set of 3): Hot Topic sent me a double order on a Secret Santa gift and then wouldn’t do a return, so now I’m stuck with these pins of a character with whom the only experience I have is accidentally stumbling across vore on dA two years ago. Help me erase the mental scars of my past and get yourself some pins! $8

8. Body-Chan Deluxe (tan): Have you ever wanted an anatomical model for drawing that perfectly replicates the cutesy-ridiculous proportions of your favorite waifu? Sure you have. Even if you haven’t, you will when I tell you that she comes with lots of cool accessories, several different hands, and a stand! Yes, a stand! Bet your fancy digital model doesn’t have one of those! She’s been out of the box a few times but she’s got all her pieces and is in perfect condition. $25

9. Body-kun Deluxe (grey): What’s that? You don't want to give me money for Body-Chan because you don’t have a waifu? That’s okay, I’ve got a featureless husbando, too! This dude comes with a bunch of stuff, I’m not sure what all exactly because I’ve never used him, but judging from that fancy Ziploc bag, it’s a doozy! He was given to me by the fine folks at work and before that he belonged to a stranger, so the plastic parts of his packaging are gone but all his parts are there as far as I know. And here’s the kicker: I’m offering him as part of a $30 lot with these two little peeps! They’ve never been opened and I don’t read whatever language that is, so I’m not sure who made them, but they’ve got extra heads with additional hairstyles, and tennis shoes! Tennis shoes, folks! You can take anything from this photo for $15 or all three of them for $30. If you can do math, which I can’t, you’ll see that's a savings of...something! Like I said, I can’t do math.

10. Assorted enamel pins: Lunala, Kyogre, or some funky hands. I’d really love to trade these for Harry Potter enamel pins if anyone wants to make me some trade offers. Or you can just offer me $3 each and I’ll take it because I’m broke.

11. Harry Potter quote journal: Another subscription box exclusive. Because you don’t already have enough unused journals lying around. But this one is fanmade from recycled materials! I wrote about it here, read this and then come buy it! $8

12. Octavia Melody Funko Vinyl figure: We all had that one pony we collected everything of, then we ran out of room collecting other stuff and were like, “uh-oh”. Octavia is still in-box and sadly not does come with a cello or a loud dubstep roommate. $12

13. Octavia Melody plushie (medium): Again, that one pony. $5

14. DC Bombshells Batgirl Funko Rock Candy figure (HT exclusive sepia version): Still in-box because I bought her on clearance three years ago when I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Come give her a home with someone who cares! $12

I’ll add more as I find them! Again, please reblog, I’m poor and I’ve got cool stuff!

#for sale #please reblog #signal boost #harry potter #funko

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 5 years

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Do the boys have like really obnoxious pet names for eachother?

akjhalkdj oh you BETCHA

Patton is by FAR the worse offender as far as cutesy ones go, sweetheart/sweetie, sweet pea, sugar, honey, cupcake, muffin - you name a confection the boy has used it as a nickname.

Virgil generally sticks to ‘love’ (or ‘beloved’ when he’s feeling particularly emotional) but the other three turn to puddles of mush every time

Logan’s also pretty consistent with ‘dear’ (sometimes just ‘dear’ but also ‘Roman dear’ etc) but he does sometimes get into a poetic mood and pull out the occasional ‘sweet prince’ or ‘starlight’ or ‘angel’

but as far as obnoxious goes, its Roman, hands-down. he keeps his previous habit of teasing/funny nicknames, and layers it with non-stop pet names as well - babe, precious, handsome, gorgeous, sunshine, doll, ad nauseum

where he gets real obnoxious though is that the boy will straight up start monologuing/waxing poetic about his boyfriends given the SLIGHTEST opportunity or opening. He Will Not Shut Up.

so yeah definitely theyre GROSSLY in love isn’t it great?

the only thing that all of them have in common is that none of them use “darling” - and they definitely don’t use “pet”

#love and other fairytales ask #sorry for ruining it with that last #abusive deceit tw #Anonymous #ask

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charismastaticarchive · 5 years

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@honedblade [ many muses ] : ♡ and the word is 'dessserts!' for any one or more of your muses you like bc I only just recently followed you so i gotta know MORE

(thank you for the ask sorry its taken me so long to respond i can’t wait to interact with u more!!!!

edelgard: edelgard has the sweet tooth to end all sweet tooths. she loves sugary sweets and confections, especially if those sugary sweets and confections have a certain AESTHETIQUE to them, whether that be cutesy & pink or dramatic and gothic. (she especially likes halloween treats.) she’d like to spend all day in bed eating sweets and reading her books (historical accounts, political treatises, and philosophy, of course), but she has no time for such things.

dedue: dedue is fond of making sweets. he doesn’t have to worry about most sweets being ‘too spicy’ for his faerghus peers, so he’s free to experiment as he likes with old recipes he’s learned. he also enjoys making the more tightly rigorous desserts of the andrestian empire--he likes experimenting with different kinds of macarons especially when he feels particularly anxious. all his desserts are wonderfully tasty, but he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth himself, prefering savory and spicy foods.

enki (f!byleth): enki has no sense of taste or smell, and cannot tell if a dessert tastes ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ because of this, she prefers foods with ‘good textures’ that suit her sensory needs. that means she prefers chunky, crunchy, soft-in-the middle cookies that are the perfect degree of warmth. she does not enjoy hard candies as they hurt her teeth---but she does like lollipops and chewy candies that she can chew and stim with.

dimitri: dimitri also! no sense of taste! but he does have a sense of smell. he loves the smell of baked goods and fruity teas mixed together especially, and he likes, for lack of a better description, food with a texture similar to melted cheese, such as taffy he can pull apart with his mouth.

#{ ooc: hc }#food tw #food mention tw #{ hc: emotional labor | enki }#{ hc: the long dead prince | dimitri }#{ hc: loyalty & loss | dedue }#{ hc: blood eagle | edelgard }#honedblade

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pomegranate-belle · 5 years

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The pun clocked me in the face like a baseball thrown by Bullseye and I just Had To, so pls accept my college era contribution to the fluffy Valentine ficlets:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Matt!” Foggy exclaimed, settling a cardboard box in Matt’s arms.

“Oh boy... A box... Just what I always wanted...” said Matt, and earned himself a light cuff to the shoulder.

“It’s in the box, you dork. Got you a cookie cake from that new place a block from our second-favorite coffee shop. There’s little frosting hearts on it and everything. It’s adorable.”

Matt set the box down on his desk and then flipped the lid open. The wave of sugar that wafted up at him was ridiculously overpowering.

I shouldn’t, Matt thought to himself. I really, really shouldn’t.

It was an indulgence, a luxury — Matt didn’t need a cutesy holiday-themed dessert. But Foggy had bought it for him, and... And as sugary as the confection smelled, it didn’t smell plasticky or stale or artificially sweetened. The ingredients were good quality. And it wasn’t like Matt didn’t have a sweet tooth. So, just once... Just once, he could indulge a little. It was what a good best friend slash roommate would do, right?

“Frosting hearts, huh?” Matt asked Foggy at last, not sure what else to say.

“That’s right, buddy. I went all out. There’s a secret message on it, too,” Foggy told him. “The m&ms want to tell you something.”

“... What?”

Matt was still trying to puzzle that little riddle out when Foggy gently took his wrist, guiding his hand to the center of the massive cookie. Matt’s fingers pressed against something solid and smooth. An m&m, he realized. And not just one. There were clusters of them, arranged in rows, almost like—

Braille. Foggy had written him a message in m&m Braille. It was too big to read just with his fingertips, so Matt swept the whole length of his fingers across the words. It took a few extra seconds of thought to put the message together at that unusual size, but Matt got it in the end.

I law-ve you.

“Oh my god, Foggy, that is so dumb,” he said with a laugh, running his fingers over and over the m&ms — which appeared to be glued to the cookie with frosting, since they didn’t shift under his touch.

“But you love it,” Foggy said without a single trace of doubt.

His heart was beating out a happy little rhythm that just made everything ten times better.

“I love it,” agreed Matt, grinning. “In fact, I might even law-ve it.”

Foggy’s pleased laugh was even sweeter than the cookie, and before Matt quite knew what he was doing, he’d kissed it off his lips.

And then the whole world ground to a chilling halt as he realized what he’d done.

“I’m. Sorry, I didn’t. I,” Matt stammered because there was no diplomatic way to say sorry I was briefly overcome with madness and also my giant crush on you and kissed you completely out of nowhere.

And then there was a warm hand on his cheek.

“Well gee, Murdock,” Foggy said, “if I knew all I had to do to get you to fall in love with me was give you a giant cookie, I would’ve baked it myself like six months ago.”

Which... Sounded like Matt wasn’t getting rejected. Actually it sounded kind of like maybe Foggy had a giant crush on him too.

“Yeah...?”

“Yeah, Matt,” Foggy replied. “I mean I only tell you how hot you are like every week, is this really a surprise?”

“It’s a good one,” offered Matt.

“Oh my god, Matty. Just get back over here and kiss me again.”

So Matt did. The cookie could wait.

#mattfoggy #daredevil #writing #valentines day #look i just ate like twenty sweettarts i had to get all the sugar out of my system somehow

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