#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ books

[lxnarphase]

Good morning to this cosplay and this cosplay only

[creamyavocadosoup]

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[greenelight]

mason can't cook for shit & mostly eats instant noodles. what will you cook for him?

[deadghosy]

Instagram booktok is literally so fuckin weird…literally weird as hell for romanticizing shit.

[amandamariee]

coastal cowgirl summer: zach bryan on blast, sand in your boots, braided hair, learning how to two-step, long skirts, days in the sun, longing to be by the water, oversized tees, watching the sunset, cowboy boot necklace, shells everywhere, romance books.

soundtrack: found here

book recs: chestnut springs series by elsie silver, happy place by emily henry, malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid.

[forwardlion]

queue hey how y'all doing sound. me again😂. I kept promising to be around and then just.. spend time doing other things so maybe a quick post saying sorry for my low activity was indeed due haha. I hope you are all well?

[sanctissimx]

remember me + weilan... roleswap? hehe

meme.

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

@yishuns

He liked the quiet afternoons sat with the begrudging professor, who took the time Zhao Yunlan had intended for them to get to know each other to instead grade papers in a terse silence. Shen Wei had refused to come over to his place, and had similarly refused to let him over, so outside venues were really the only choices they had. Unfortunately for Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan was too much of a flirt not to literally talk his way into getting temporarily but embarassingly banned from the university library. But most fortunately for Zhao Yunlan, that just meant more proper dates to take the reticent professor on.

Shen Wei was determinendly avoiding Zhao Yunlan's gaze, fixating on the stack of papers while the tips of his ears burned a charming red at the attention hee refused to acknowledge. Zhao Yunlan watched as he tucked a too-short hair behind his ear. An almost reflexive gesture that struck Zhao Yunlan with a surge of nostalgia for the way the little ghost king used to do the same with his unruly hair so many eons ago. He wondered if Shen Wei remembered at least that. Even if he didn't remember him.

Shen Wei had only smiled when Zhao Yunlan had delivered the bouquet of bright fuschia Ice Soul roses. Even the little box of lollipops had been consumed without comment, and received with minimal acknowledgement. Today, he'd brought a beautifully decorated tin of snow chrysanthemum tea and set it between them silently.

Shen Wei lookeed up briefly from his papers. "For me?" he asked, almost a liittle exasperated.

Zhao Yunlan took no offense, knowing it was likely due to his work and not him or the present. "Mm. I thought you might like it. The flowers are yellow when dried, but the tea is a vibant red. I'm told it has notes of caramelize dark honey. Really, probably more my style than yours, but ... I thought you might appreciate it. It's quite rare."

Shen Wei reached for the tin, examining the paper label where an ink painting of a large mountain range lined the the background. "Is this Kunlun mountain?" he asked, curiously, turning it around fully before opening the tin to take in the scent. "Snow chrysanthemum. It must have been difficult to procure."

Zhao Yunlan's eyes brightened with that cursory recognition, though the realization that Shen Wei would of course know such a thing as a professor of classics was like being excited a mathmetician could count. But hearing his ancient names on those soft lips set his heart into a racing, wild gallop that he could only be dragged along with to oblivion.

Boldly, his hand reached out to rest upon Shen Wei's, expertly avoiding the red pen still lodged firmly in his fingers to slip his own within the creche of hiis grasp. The thought of Shen Wei drinking the flowers of his mountain, the soul of his ancient, primodial power within him could not have thrilled him any more completely. "Let's share a cup together one day?" he asked, his voice shamefully hopeful. But even after a hundred centuries and a hundred lives, his relic, archaic heart still knew nothing but hope.

[magnifiico]

the pjo brainrot's got hands so i apologize for the continued "quietly hiding in my drafts/inbox" on this blog („ಡωಡ„);

i am still #Obsessed with all my interactions and dynamics so far (super stoked to explore more in the new year!) and have legitimately been loving responding to you talented folks, so please don't take my ooc silence or lack of presence on the dash as a lack of interest! <3

happy new year, folks! i hope 2024 treats everyone well and you have a splendid start to the year!

[lcftyambiticns]

Here's a soft uwuwu HC as well to, uh... even the asshole/nice scale? Jk, no, it probably won't. Anyway

He likes watching the birds on his balcony in the morning. Every now and then, he'll scatter some breadcrumbs along the balustrade for them.

[nursc]

you're clever. adaptable. and you don't know when to quit.

red stains her cheeks, eyes darting to the ground at his compliment. it was a darned pretty sight, as the locals would say. the sweet, selfless bride who had crossed the ocean and nursed her husband back to life when the doctors said all hope was lost, blushing like a shy debutante as she helped him into the carriage to take them to an inn where they could properly start their lives together.

it was nothing short of extraordinaire.

or it would have been, if she was blushing out of modesty. it was shame that set her cheeks aflame. because he was right. she was all of that, and more. she was a liar, a cheat, and she did not deserve the soft awe shining in his eyes, or his compliments; she had trapped him into a fake marriage, and he had no idea.

❛⠀⠀it's a curse, ⠀ ❜ ⠀she says, fussing with the blanket draped over his legs. ❛⠀⠀you'll see. you'll change your tune soon enough. ⠀ ❜

[luffysprincess]

This seems like so much fun especially since I’ve been reading a lot lately 🤣 so imma pick Shinichiro for this one.

-Shin likes to listen to me ramble about my favorite books and video games

-When we have date nights, he always styles his hair differently even though we will be doing simple stuff.

-My favorite prank to play on Shin is acting like I got hurt. (The bruise prank on TikTok especially)

-We play rock paper scissors when trying to figure out who chooses the restaurant

⌱ TITLE: Table 7

⌱ GENRE: Modern Fantasy, Romance, Comedy

⌱ PREDOMINANT TROPE(S): idiots to lovers, strangers to lovers, soulmates au

⌱ SYNOPSIS:

It’s not everyday one unknowingly mistakes their blind date for someone else who’s also meant to be on a blind date, but it does happen to both Tae and Shinichiro when they end up sitting at Table 7. Despite having a great first date, both of them forget to exchange any form of contact, but luckily for them they run into each other again at the local laundromat.

Still, they forget to ask for each other’s numbers. And so begins a series of unusually coincidental but fortunate occurrences that bring the two together, almost as if there’s a supernatural being pulling the strings to help these two fools fall in love.

⌱ ADDITIONAL PLOT POINTS:

According to legend, any couple that sits at Table 7 of that restaurant is destined for a happy ever after together. The truth behind it is that one of Cupid’s friends, Miri, is assigned to that table to twist fate so that said couple can fall in love.

Tae and Shinichiro go on 5 dates where they forget to ask each others numbers. Miri has to physically put in their numbers into their phones bc she gets too frustrated

Their first kiss is also orchestrated by Miri, who presses their heads together when she notices they keep hesitating.

Tae and Shinichiro are both Miri’s favorite and most hated coupling. She loves them for how pure their love is, but hates them for how “stupid” they are about their feelings.

⌱ AESTHETIC:

[lxnarphase]

Thinking about this cosplay today…

[creamyavocadosoup]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

a/n: lowercase intended! been in an anime binge lately and am currently watching horimiya. its great honestly, it makes me feel so mushy bc me when !! but also i can kinda relate. sorry this wasnt proofread! if there are any mistakes lmk ;-;

characters: rtte!hiccup x fem!reader

tags: kinda angsty, unrequited (?) pining, intimate touches and moment (nothing nsfw)

word count: 1.5k

if you missed it, here's part one: can i be her?

the road to recovery was slow, and the mending of hiccup and i's relationship even slower. although i had forgiven him, there was an undeniable shift in how i acted towards him, whether it was intentional or not.

i had felt guilty about it, of course, but i couldn't force myself to go back to the way things were and pretend nothing had happened. even more so when i could tell that hiccup and the other riders picked up on it too.

after that incident however, something else had also changed. as subtle as it was (or tried to be), hiccup had begun doing things out of his own volition. small things like the soil in my garden being damp when i wake up, my medicine cabinets tidied and arranged how i liked it after a nap, or even my hut being spick and span, a still-hot plate of food awaiting me on my bedside table when i wake up.

it was strange to be on the receiving end of such actions. i had gotten used to helping the riders more than i had received it in return. so having hiccup do so much for me just because, induced emotions in me that i'm still quite unsure in how to handle.

today was spent patching up the riders after a grueling training session and a few accidents (mostly snotlout) and we make conversation as they tell me the new things they've discovered when they went adventuring a few days ago.

my huge cut had - thankfully - been steadily healing, the riders taking turns in making sure i wasn't doing tasks i wasn't supposed to. a few weeks since the incident and i could finally start walking around my hut with much, much caution.

taking this opportune moment of reprieve, i'm currently sat at my front porch, admiring the view of the sea and horizon off in the distance. i sipped quietly on my drink while wrapped in a blanket, the birds chirping and soft swaying of the trees my only company.

...that is until strong gusts of wind caused by a familiar midnight black dragon landed on my front yard, along with his ever-familiar rider in tow.

"[name]! i come bearing new entries to my journal, along with snacks of course."

right. ever since my injury, hiccup had made it some sort of tradition to come and talk to me about things he discovered while out on adventures or simply reading up and researching on subjects he thinks would interest me.

he reasoned it as him hoping i wouldn't feel too lonely even though the other riders visiting routinely (which i soon figured out was coordinated by hiccup thanks to a slip of the tongue from tuffnut) had given me plenty of company since then.

hiccup took his seat beside me on the porch swing, making himself comfortable. offering the other half of my blanket and he takes it with a smile, scooting closer to me.

initially, i seemingly wasn't quite receptive of this tradition he had started; lack of responses, barely any indication that i was interested in whatever he was talking about. but the dragon rider hadn't exactly let it affect him whatsoever. he continued coming regularly, and talking enough for the both of us.

"hiccup." i spoke, softly and quite mellow, but it had stopped his rant completely as he turned to look at me.

i raised my head to look back at him, my eyes slowly dragging over his features. sweat beaded faintly across his brows as he also searched my face of any indication of emotion. he gulped, the action quite apparent, "yes?"

"are you doing all this because you feel guilty?" i questioned, my voice devoid of any accusatory tone, yet it made him flinch slightly in his seat. "if you are, then you shouldn't be, because i already forgive you."

he pursed his lips and brows furrowed as he continued to keep his eyes on me, clearly displeased despite my words. i felt a warmth slowly settle on my hand, looking down to find his hand grabbing onto mine.

my heart beat quickened, a soft yet steady heat creeping up onto my cheeks. for a moment, it had felt like we were suspended in time, the universe letting us have this moment that we've needed.

"even if you have forgiven me," he paused, his body turning to me and gripping my hand tighter, "i can't." he whispered, a soft tremble in his voice as i watched his eyes gloss over.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." he almost weeps, his voice crackly and tears turning his eyes glossy. "i shouldn't have talked to you like that. been so - so caught up in my emotion that i just had zero regard for how you were feeling to how i was saying it." his voice shakes slightly, and my heart crumpled at the emotion.

gently setting aside my drink, i reached to hold his hands with both of mine, softly rubbing my thumb along the natural contours of the back of it. my throat felt tight, that same burning feeling in my eyes coming back, but i steeled myself and my voice to be able to say what i needed to.

"hiccup.. i understand, i really do." my voice had felt so fragile, like glass, about to break if more pressure is applied to it. "in the time i've spent by myself these past few weeks, i've come to a certain understanding and acceptance to the situation. and it's okay," i squeezed his hands, "i'm okay."

he subtly shakes his head no, one of his hands breaking free from mine and drifting to my wounded abdomen, past the hem and underneath my shirt. hiccup was quiet but his touch spoke more than his words tried to convey. my breath hitched at the action as he continued with his ministrations, yet his expression more spaced-out. i'm not sure what it was exactly, but i could tell he was heavily contemplating something in his head.

despite the gauze barrier, i could feel the heat of him emanating through it. it allowed that familiar warmth to bloom in my chest once again, the same warmth that only he seems to be the cause of. it had felt entirely too intimate to consider it as something friends do which only raised so many more questions and confusion in my head.

this wasn't normal for friends, right? is this something he normally does with the others?

i gulped down the lump in my throat, the thought of him doing the same thing to a certain blonde-haired viking setting an uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

before i could voice out any of my thoughts however, my eyes widened and cheeks warmed considerably once i felt his touch travel to my cheek. it was soft, almost feather-like, and comforting. his eyes glowed beautifully, the orange sunset reflecting onto his green eyes, effectively enchanting me with how beautiful it looked.

he kept his eyes on me, seemingly waiting on a sign on how i felt about the current predicament. seeing no protests from me, he continued on, now essentially cupping my face with both of his hands, his piercing eyes never leaving my face, flitting between my eyes and lips.

"hiccup..."

"hiccup!" a familiar voice cut through the silence and the trees, dispelling the intimate moment in an instant. i hurriedly moved away from his clutches, picking up my forgotten drink, as hiccup nervously fixes his hair and clothes.

astrid appears on the path in front of my hut, lax features and usual demeanor indicating that she didn't see whatever just happened between hiccup and i. "there you are. figured you would be here." she spoke, walking closer towards my porch.

hiccup laughed, notably a little more breathless than when he normally is, yet astrid doesn't bat an eye or pick up on it. admittedly, i spaced out as she rambled on, the scene before still playing over and over in my head.

hiccup's soft touches was still practically branded onto my skin, with how i could still feel the heat of his touch despite him being on the other side of the seat we were on. his actions had only made me more confused, swirling thoughts trying to reason why he did what he did yet none of them made sense.

what was that? was he...

i shook away the thoughts as i come back to consciousness back in time. "[name], i hope you don't mind that i'll be taking this guy with me for a little bit. i need his help on a few things regarding training." she spoke.

i nodded, plastering a small smile on my face but i turn to look at hiccup, silently torn on wanting him to go or letting him leave. his gaze was on me, searching my face but perhaps my features weren't translating my desire well, because he turns to astrid and smiles, "we can go, we were just finishing up anyways."

my heart cracks just a tiny bit, that same feeling that i felt a few weeks ago leaking through the cracks of my resolve little by little. but i force the smile back on my face, standing up to bring my drink back inside, the atmosphere now leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

they gather their things and leave side-by-side, and i also turn and huddle back into my hut, missing the longing look hiccup held to my disappearing figure.

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[wovetalesarc]

im   almost   done   reading   p.ractical   magic   ,   so   i'll   write   gillian's   bio   out   soon   ,   but   when   it   comes   to   her   sexuality   , she's   most   definitely   a   closet   bisexual.   she's   been   with   men   all   her   life   ,   so   the   idea   of   her   being   attracted   to   women   is   there   ,   but   she's   never   acted   upon   it.

[amandamariee]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ��ˊ˗ welcome to my blog!!!!! ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

♡ amanda ♡ she/they, 18, daughter of athena, hopeless romantic, moon child, jason grace's wife, real life annabeth chase, i find comfort surrounded by books, fanfic obsessed, ancient history lover, swifite, bisexual, orpheus and eurydice lover, noah kahan fangirl, i have so many plants!

♡ currently reading: a touch of darkness by scarlett st clair

♡ fic recs: found here

[frostise]

06. Bedside cabinet

𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑…   ┇   accepting ♡

frost's bedside cabinet

note: louise is a extremely fussy person when it comes to organising her stuff because of her insomnia issue. one of its prominent side effects was memory loss and she would often misplace her belongings in the wrong areas. it used to get so bad she had to label her drawers with sticker labels until she memorised the orders of where each item was placed.

clam jewellery dish. a must-have item after louise returns from exhausting night outs and to dump most of her jewellery into the dish before hitting the sheets. and yes, this does include lupin's jewellery gifts ♡

ice cube candles. it's a form of aromatherapy meaning the sweet/sour scent relieves louise's anxiety, stress, depression and insomnia

louise's journal. a therapy journal to keep record of her dreams, nightmares, PTSD triggers and rants. most of her writing is in french

phone charger, lamp, hand cream, hand sanitizer, face cream, sleep mask, pillow spray and a waterbottle. all self-explanatory tbh

gothic literature and self-help books. louise reads notable authors like bram stoker, H.P. lovecraft, mary shelley and edgar allan poe. their books are neatly stacked on top of each other in alphabetical order. she would've been invested in self-help books specialising in insomnia treatments after her canon event. these are kept separately side-by-side