1. Take one bad breakup
2. Add an unexpected invitation
3. Stir with an overzealous Cupid
4. Sprinkle with some corgis
5. Serve with a scoop of mango ice cream
6. Enjoy!
I mean, who doesn't like a (magical) coffee shop romance?
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Deep Water Prompt #3202
This coffee shop uses legal amounts of magic to bake smiles right into their fresh breads and pastries. I hate going there, everyone inside looking frighteningly cheerful.
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Having multiple A03 tabs open is like, “Ok is this the fic where the characters are siblings, the one where they’re fucking, the one where they got age regressed to toddlers, or the one where one of them owns a coffee shop and the other one’s a dragon?”
And it’s the same fandom so your brain’s just like, seamlessly bopping around from platonic to porn to preschooler and it’s like doing burpees for your synapses.
(Feel free to print this out to show your therapist if they ask whether you do any kind of brain training exercises.)
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Updated map of Soho - GO2
A few days ago I did a series of posts about the map of Soho in GO2.
Some more information came up since, so I updated the posts.
Part 2 got another update with some details on Arnold's music shop, not really a big deal
Part 1 - Location and general map
Part 2 - Whickber Street [left]
Part 3 - The intersecting street
Part 4 - Whickber Street [right]
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Klaroline WIP Wed - Antique Shop AU
Listen, i had three options for things I've been working on and it was a Kingdom of Corpses, Necromancer smut, or this new thing, and I picked this as the most SFW option. This is still rough.
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The laptop was a cover. Well, the office work still needed to get done, and it’s true that she normally sat out on the patio with it for an hour after lunchtime ended at 3:00 PM, but Caroline was rarely there past 4:00 PM. She prided herself on having competent managers at the coffee shop and when her 'shift' was over, she went home.
Not so today. Today she lingered so long, April had started looking concerned on her third latte, and she flat out refused to add another dollop of ‘Pep In Your Step’ to the cup. One was all the customers got, one was all she got. It’s just—she heard the door open to the right of her and quickly looked at her screen—she had a mystery to solve. The jingling of keys in the lock made her glance sideways and she caught a glimpse of dirty blonde curls and a nice set of shoulders bent over the front door of the shop next to hers. It was annoying that someone so suspicious was so attractive to her personally. She looked back at her spreadsheets.
Footsteps left the door and walked down the sidewalk towards her. Caroline leaned on her elbow to peer closer at her screen. Nothing to see here buddy, move along, she wasn’t paying any attention to you, don’t pay any attention to her. The closer he got, the more nervous energy she felt in her stomach, some odd feeling of something about to happen winding her tighter and tighter. Maybe it was her magic trying to warn her.
When his phone rang loudly, she nearly jumped, and he cursed. Looking over to see him pulling it from a pocket, they made eye contact, and he quirked his mouth up in an apologetic little smile.
“Urgent, I’m afraid. Some other time, perhaps?” He said, as if they’d had a meeting planned, and Caroline blinked at him.
“Does ‘In your dreams,’ sound good to you?” she asked tartly. Of all the presumption…
He smiled, an unexpectedly mischievous thing framed by dimples that promised sin, and looked as falsely sheepish as it was possible for someone to look while still letting you in on the joke. “Your appearance in them has been somewhat perplexing to me. For the moment, though,” he held up his phone. “Pardon me, sweetheart?” Turning down the alleyway that ran between Caroline’s coffee shop and the storefront he had taken over, he put the phone to his ear and started talking in a low tone into it.
Caroline watched him disappear towards the small parking lot at the back end of the buildings, and then turned back around to pull out her phone. Setting a timer for ten minutes and setting it on the table, she went back to her computer. And just stared at the screen, thinking.
His name was Klaus.
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Random but do you ever think about if you were brought to a fantasy world what your first instinct will be
I feel like mine would be to figure out if magic exists in that world and teach myself to use it
But then also open a potion and coffee shop because you need to make money to eat somehow
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