#Dark Chocolate Market in US

[littlelovelunette]

G!p Sevika cream pieing you, or cumming on your face, tits, back, stomach, mouth. Just alot of cum play hihi

Creamy

Contains Sevika G!P, drug use during sex (?), smut, blowjob, no protection, hair pulling, praising, doggy style, cream pie, cum play, aftercare

Sorry, I got carried away... This is so long...

"Baby, I have an interesting something for you," you said. You and Sevika were both at Last Drop, and you had a little idea for an innocent prank that wasn't all too innocent. You had been down to the market and found chocolates that enhance libido.

You were aware Sevika had a naturally high libido as it was. But what was the fun in just letting it be as it was? You've experimented a lot in the bedroom with her and couples weeks back when she fucked you hard and rough under the influence of Shimmer, even if you did pass out it was amazing.

Today, you had different plans. TABS chocolate. Sevika obviously had no idea was that chocolate even was because let's be real, she doesn't care about chocolates.

"Are you gonna keep staring?" Sevika asked as she looked at you, cards in her mechanical hand as she took a sip of her drink.

"Here," you smiled and gave her a broken piece of the chocolate. Sevika raised a brow at the sight of the chocolate held out by you. "Chocolate? For me?"

You nodded with a smile, Sevika sighed and shook her head. "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanna give it to you because I've had too much already," you lied smoothly.

"Doll, what did I say about you having too many sweets?" Sevika said with a warning tone but despite that put the glass of alcohol down to take the chocolate.

"I'm sorry, I was just having a little craving," you said with a little grin.

You watched with sparkling eyes as she ate the chocolate. Now it was time to wait and watch the magic unravel.

The game continued, but you kept an eye on her. At first, nothing seemed different—Sevika played her cards, drank her whiskey, and exuded that effortless dominance.

But then, after a few minutes, you noticed a shift. The way she adjusted her seat, her tongue running over her teeth in thought. The brief pause before she took a sip of her drink, her fingers flexing against the rim of her glass.

Then, the glance. Subtle at first. A flicker of those sharp, dark eyes toward you. Another sip, slower this time. The way her throat moved as she swallowed.

You hid your grin behind your drink.

Sevika placed her cards down, winning the round with a smirk, then turned toward you, leaning in slightly. Her voice dipped lower, silkier. “That wasn’t just chocolate, was it, bunny?”

A slow smirk tugged at her lips. She finished her drink in one smooth motion and stood, rolling her shoulders. “Cash me out,” she told the dealer before turning to you. “You coming, or are you just going to sit there grinning like an idiot?”

"Mhm, coming," you got up, putting an arm in hers, pressing your tits against her through the thin fabric of your dress.

Sevika felt that, but didn't react. She didn't give you the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. Instead, she grabbed the cash and walked with you. Her steps were sharp and long making you have to run beside her to keep up with her pace.

"Don't go so fast!" You complained breathlessly making Sevika chuckle under her breath. "I hope you won't say the same in bed." You huffed a sigh at Sevika's words.

"Strip." Sevika said as you both reached her apartment bedroom. You blushed but complied, taking the straps down of your dress followed closely by your underwear.

You wondered what Sevika would be like under the influence of TABS chocolate although you were sure she was animalistic as it was even without the chocolate. Maybe this would get rougher that you'd anticipate. But to be frank, who'd turn down rough sex if it's with Sevika?

Sevika pushed you to your hands and knees by your hair making you wince, tears already appearing in your eyes from the sudden tug of your hair. You could smell the intoxicating smell for Sevika's cock.

It made your mind go all hazy and mushy, you slowly grabbed onto the shaft at the base. It was already leaking precum and throbbing in your hand. You could tell it was probably so sensitive by now.

"Fuck." Sevika cursed as she made a makeshift ponytail using your hair, holding it using her mechanical hand. "Ready to suck daddy off?" She asked with a smirk and you nodded, staring up at her with puppy eyes.

Sevika didn't miss a beat shoving her huge length down your throat with a new sort of force that made you gag when it hit the back of your throat. Sevika didn't relent, as if you gagging only made her hornier she started pumping her cock in your mouth successfully throat fucking you. You had to grab onto her thighs to steady your balance as you inches closer to her cock.

You couldn't breathe and you didn't want to. Right now all you needed was Sevika's huge veiny dick and you had that settled deep in your throat. You gasped a little as she shot her semen right in your mouth with no warning.

Sevika reached her flesh hand down to your mouth, smearing the cum on your face. "Yeah? Like that? Looking so pretty."

"Mmmph..." You could only let out a small muffled whine with your mouth still so full of cock. Sevika pulled it out slowly letting her shaft slap against your cheek getting your face even more soaked in her semen.

"Swallow." Sevika ordered and you did, swallowing down the thick liquid, "Now open." She held your bottom lip by her thumb of her flesh hand, opening your mouth up to check whether you've swallowed all of her cum. "Good girl."

Sevika picked you up with ease and laid you down on your back flat. She looked down at your clean shaven pussy, "Looks like someone prepared good." She taunted and you blushed looking away. Sevika didn't mind if you kept your pubic hair trimmed, shaven or waxed. It didn't matter to her.

Sevika pulled your legs open and thrusted her huge length inside breaking you out of your thoughts. "Oh my gosh!" You screamed and let out a loud moan.

Sevika laughed at the sight of you so surprised at the sheer length of her hard dick and started thrusting deep making the tip kiss your cervix with each powerful thrust.

It wasn't long until you were crying and babbling for her to stop but Sevika was nowhere done with you. Her cock continued to thrust in your raw, sore pussy as her thumb rubbed and pinched your clit making you buckle your hips at whatever contact your poor swollen clitoris got. Sevika's thrusts started getting sloppy. "I'm gonna fill this tight cunt up. Knock you up." She said through her heavy breaths and pants before she shot her loud in your tight cunt making you close your eyes in bliss.

"Daddy's cum..." You babbled mindlessly and Sevika grabbed a hold of your perky nipples, pulling them with a laugh. "D-daddy n-no not so rough please..."

"You like daddy's cum, don't you?" Sevika pulled her cock out and made you get on your hands and knees on the bed so she could pound you from behind. Sevika shoved her cock inside making your breath hitch, the new position making you feel tighter and her cock bigger.

"Fucking tight pussy." Sevika cursed out under her breath before she bit her bottom lip and started thrusting hard into your pussy making you clench onto her desperately trying to keep her warm, huge length tucked deep inside.

Hours passed and you both have been fucking like rabbits. You can't get enough of Sevika's semen. Your body was drenched in it by now and so were the sheets. You didn't care whether you got to cum or not but you needed Sevika's semen all over yourself for some reason. You just needed it. Needed it so badly.

"Daddy, can't, anymore," you managed to let out broken words as Sevika let go of your body, cumming the last time on your stomach and tits, a little on your face too. "Yeah? You're all spent?" You nodded weakly at her question. "C'mon then."

Sevika helped you up with ease and took her mechanical arm off, letting it rest on the bedside table so she could join you in a hot shower. It wasn't a problem, usually, her having her mech arm on during the shower but Sevika preferred to shower without it.

She helped you inside the shower room, settling you on the bathroom counter as she took out the shampoo and shower jel out of the cabinet. She took the tanktop she had on through the whole time with one hand, with practised ease.

You got off the counter, a little imprint of your ass left on the counter... Due to the semen.

Sevika saw it, smirking a little, she grabbed your ass tightly with her flesh hand and kissed you against the shower wall. You kissed her back, slowly turning the shower tap on using one hand, letting the water cascade down on the both of you while you both continued kissing.

"I guess we can tick off kissing under the rain." Sevika joked making you laugh a little. It was rare when she joked about something which actually seemed funny to you. Other than stupid, silly dad jokes. But you liked it in here now.

In Sevika's... Well, arm, right now.

[sexlapis]

ᝰ.ᐟ i know how much it matters to you.

── .✦ nanami kento x reader

sfw, drabbles, gender neutral!reader, daddy-esque nanami, soft nanami, petnames

⤷ it’s the little things nanami does for you that makes your heart melt…

a/n: if you have a dad just scroll (joke).

masterlist

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BUTTONS

“Thank you for having us, Mrs Nanami.”

You and Nanami make your way to the door, preparing to leave.

Nanami’s mother had invited you both to a Sunday roast, diligently cooking everything for all three of you. You thanked her highly for her efforts, so much so that she had to force you to sit down and eat.

“Oh! It’s no bother, dear!” She smiles at you warmly, walking you and Nanami to the door. “I love to have my favourite people over.”

Nanami takes your coat of its rack, holding it open for you. “Here.”

“Oh!” You put your arms through the sleeves, feeling your face heat up. Nanami adjusts the coat over your shoulders. “Thanks.”

He then proceeds to crouch down a little and button up your coat, bottom to top. When finished, he smooths out the collar of your coat, tidying up the unruly folds and creases.

Your heart jumps, almost embarrassed by his nurturing actions. “Kento…”

“Hm?”

Mrs Nanami coos. “I knew I raised a gentleman.”

-

HAIR

“How does that feel?”

“Hmmm…it feels good…”

You sit in the bath, legs splayed out as Nanami sits on a stool beside the bathtub, massaging the foamy shampoo into your scalp and effectively cleaning your hair.

He chuckles at the blissed out expression on your face.

“What’re you laughing at?” You ask drowsily, eyes half-lidded from his soothing movements.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Nanami’s eyes twinkle as he smiles down at you, irises of umber and gold illuminated by the setting sun curling in from the bathroom window.

“Alright, tilt your head back for me.”

You do so, and he picks up a plastic tub of a now empty food container, scoops up some water from the bath and pours it over your head, washing away all off the foam. He runs his hand over your head, making sure no shampoo gets onto your face or in your eyes.

“There.” He says, admiring your now shining, sweet-scented hair. Your face is now splattered with droplets and your nose is red. Nanami kisses your cheek. “Good as new.”

-

ROADS

On a very rare weekday off, Nanami decides to take you to the Christmas market. Because it is a weekday, specifically Monday, it is quieter and far less busy than usual, near completely desolate. It makes going from stall to stall, sipping on freshly made, rich hot chocolate, admiring carefully handcrafted wooden sculptures, and observing pigmented paints all the more enjoyable.

“Ooo, Nanami!” You exclaim and point across the street. “That’s the new café I was telling you about! Remember, the one with the pastries and stuff?”

“Oh, right, I remember.” Nanami walks to the edge of the sidewalk, you following along and preparing to cross the street. “Let’s go and take a look.”

Nanami sticks his hand out for you to take while looking both ways on the street.

You stare at it, a little dumbfounded to be honest. You are an adult…you think you can manage crossing the street without any guidance.

He then turns his head your way, raising his eyebrows and glancing down at his outstretched, still empty hand.

“Let’s go, then.”

Sighing, smiling half-heartedly, you take his hand and he walks you across the street safely, both of you still holding hands as you make it to the café.

-

TELEPORTATION

Nanami exhales loudly as he sends he last email of the day, falling into the back of his seat and stretching. He’d been working from home all day, it was now dark outside.

What were you up to?

He leaves his office and walks around the office in search of you. First, the kitchen, and then the living room.

The living room is where he finds you, laying on your stomach with a blanket thrown over you, fast asleep.

Have you been here all day?

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Nanami steps over to you quietly, careful not to wake you up. He removes the blanket from you, pausing when you stir and then curls his arms beneath your knees and behind your back to lift you up.

He carries you upstairs and up to your shared bedroom. He lays you on the bed and puts the thick sheets over your body. You hum, and wiggle around in your sleep to get more comfortable.

His chest warms at your cuteness. Nanami kisses your forehead before getting ready for sleep himself.

*

When you wake up, you’re confused about how you ended up in bed and come to the conclusion that you obviously possess the powers of teleportation.

-

DINNERS

It was that time of year, you and Nanami’s annual Christmas dinner where you invited all of your close friends (just your friends, some things that happen during these type of gatherings should stay between friends only, not family).

After hours of laborious cooking and baking, the dining-room table is filled with succulent, freshly cooked foods, ready and yearning to be devoured.

You thank your friends to attending before you all dig in graciously.

While you’re eating, a considerable sized smear of sauce accumulates at the corner of your mouth unknowingly - until Nanami pauses his eating and points it out.

“You have something…” Nanami tells you, pointing to the corner of his own mouth as reference.

“Hm?” Your mouth is full and you missed what he said.

“You have-here.” Nanami licks his thumb and wipes the sauce away from your mouth, before picking up a napkin and rubbing away the rest of the excess. He squeezes the fat of your food-filled cheeks, cooing at how adorable you look.

“Oh. Thanks!”

You smile at each other. Then you notice it’s very quiet and look at the rest of the table.

All of your friends are staring at you and Nanami in what appears to be confusion.

Shoko speaks. “I…I don’t even have anything to say…”

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a/n: this was just a little something not a fic ok…nothing serious. just wanted to share my yearning for nanami with everyone else <333

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 pocus

synopsis: when you're a no-show for your scheduled merienda, katakuri begins to worry. little does he know you're right in the middle of a Big Mom hunger pang, and she seems to be craving your specialty...

cw: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint, katakuri is katakuri, katakuri DOES NOT PLAY ABT YOU, you have six children together, you're relative to his height, you're a baker.

a/n: i know katakuri's not part of my usual content but i'm rewatching wci and i'm inspired sue me <3 besides the man is FIONE

"Patissiers!"

"Yes, sir! We're on our way!" the patissiers bellowed, running at full speed with their large doughnut cart in tow. "We come with your treat for the day!"

Shifting his weight on his legs, the Sweet Commander crossed his arms over his broad chest, watching intently as the small men scurried toward him, the three of them a dark blue blur against the checkered pink of Brûlée's Mirro-World.

"Our selection today is truly special! Lady (y/n) said so herself!"

"I think you'll find it most appropriate!"

"For a man as perfect as you, each treat is made from the perfect ingredients!"

The first one hoisted a huge chocolate-frosted doughnut over his head, beaming proudly.

"We purchased the finest Corioli cacao we could find on the black market and combined it with milk from a cow grazed on a Sky Island whose life was free from stress and woe! The resulting chocolate is rich and ideal to dollop atop this giant doughnut!"

The second one lifted up a chocolate doughnut with strawberry cream, smiling widely.

"And for this one, we whipped the highest grade cream, which we received fresh from the great Minister Opera himself. The icing is meticulously decorated and topped with a strawberry to make this masterpiece a feast for the eyes, before it becomes entombed within your grateful belly!"

The third one raised a yellow doughnut, topped with decadent powdered sugar, slightly wobbling.

"We also prepared a doughnut topped with a sugar favored by Celestial Dragons, which brings out the spiciness of the Meylon Cinnamon baked into its dough, along with this and that and the other thing, too, of course!"

Together they twirled, utterly elated by the fine work you curated.

"And it is all thanks to Lady (y/n)'s unparalleled baking prowess! It is a true honor and privilege to work alongside her in the kitchen! So please enjoy this sublime sweetness!"

But, sadly, Katakuri had completely tuned them out.

Their entire explanation went completely unheard, the Sweet Commander more concerned with your absence than anything else.

Brows furrowing, his eyes quickly flicked around the cart, failing to sense your presence anywhere remotely nearby.

'(y/n)...'

It was routine that you join him for his merienda's everyday, rain or shine.

The patissiers would roll you in along with his ginormous bushel of doughnuts, your smile blinding as you greeted and joined him inside his mochi shrine.

There, you would feed him your sweet treats and whisper sweet nothings as he recounted his day to you, and you yours, resting in each other's embrace as you relished the little time together you two were able to make within your busy lives.

It was the only time of the day the man looked forward to.

And it was being tampered with.

"Where is she?"

His voice was like a wave of ice extinguishing any sort of jovial mood the chefs had established, replace their joy with potent fear.

Instantly, a frigid shiver rolled down their spines, their little bodies going rigid with terror.

"W-Well, you see—!"

"We are sworn to secrecy by the Lady herself!"

"She ordered us to remain silent about her whereabouts as not to disrupt your merienda!"

"We—!"

Abruptly lunging forward, Katakuri yolked up the first chef by the collar of his uniform, the man letting out a fearful yelp as the Sweet Commander pulled him closer with a deadly glare.

He allowed his Conqueror's haki to flow freely from his body, blanketing the entire space under an immense and overwhelming pressure—so much so that it knocked the other two chefs out cold.

His tone was deadly serious, and leaving no room for argument.

"Where. Is. My. Wife?"

"Mocha, honey, keep stirring that curd!" you instructed, frantically, as you added the yeast to the second batch of doughnut scald. "Don't stop 'til it's nice and fluffy!"

"Yes, mama!" your young daughter nodded, expression determined as she fervently mixed the large vat of lemon filling, despite the growing weakness in her arms.

She had been stirring vigorously for the past thirty minutes straight, and there was only so much an eight year-old girl could take.

"We're running out of time!" Soda exclaimed, worried, as he peeked out the window, the rumblings coming from outside shaking the foundation of your large bakery. "Grandma's gonna be here any second!"

"We're working as fast as we can!" Cocoa grunted, finally finishing the third batch of dough.

"I don't understand!" Latte squealed, running to assist her little sister in stirring the curd.

"She was all the way on the north side five minutes ago! How did she get here so fast?!" Frappe added, following after.

"Anything's possible for your grandmother when it comes to dessert," you huffed, finishing up the fourth batch of dough. "I've learned that the hard way."

"Well, we're losing ground fast! Daifuku just got sent flying!" Chai exclaimed, his little eyes wide with horror as he watched his uncle soar through three buildings.

"That's it. I gotta go help," Soda quickly turned, storming toward the door.

"Absolutely not!" you shut down, instantly. "Nothing can stop your grandmother during one of her hunger pangs! You'd be needlessly putting yourself in danger!"

"I have to do something! I'm a minister!"

Soda was your firstborn son, the eldest of your six children and the pride and joy of the Big Mom pirates.

He was a prodigy, his power already nearing that of a Sweet Commander at the young age of twenty-one—he happened across the Fizz-Fizz fruit at a very young age, turning himself into a Carbonation-Man

With a bounty of 850 million, he was powerful enough to be asked out on his own solo missions, as well as join his countless aunts and uncles on their expeditions.

And to put the icing on the cake, he had set the record for youngest minister, having been appointed as the Minister of Fizz two years prior.

Your son was progressing in leaps and bounds, his dream of taking after his father coming to fruition more and more with each passing day.

But... where he took after Katakuri in prowess, he also took after him in his all-encompassing sense of duty.

"Stay here! Keep working on the doughnut!" he exclaimed, rushing out of the bakery. "I'll try and slow her down!"

"Soda!"

"Big brother!"

But he was already gone, leaping into the air to assist Smoothie.

"Mama, mama! The curd is finished!" Mocha reported, running over to tug at your dress.

"Good job, honey," you nodded, patting her on the head. "All right, kids, this is the moment of truth! Your brother's buying us some time so we've gotta hurry!"

"Right!"

"Chai, go get the other two batches of dough out the chiller!"

He nodded, quickly running to the back to go retrieve it.

"Latte! Frappe! Start combining the dough we have out here!"

The twins rushed toward the large bowls, already starting to dump them out onto the flour-covered counter.

"Mocha, go make sure the fryers are hot, then come back and help your brother combine the first batch!"

"You got it, mama!"

She turned and sprinted to the back room, running as fast as her little legs would carry her.

"Cocoa, you're with me! We're gonna finish up the glaze you started earlier!"

"Got it!" Cocoa nodded, running over to the bowl of half-finished glaze she had set aside.

"(y/n)!" Brûlée frantically exclaimed, popping her head out of a mirror in the kitchen. "It's getting bad! Mama's heading right this way!"

"I know! I know! We're moving as fast as we can!" you huffed, frantically stirring the second bowl of glaze.

"Well, it's not fast enough! Mont-d'Or wants to know how much longer this is going to take! This whole island is about to get leveled!"

"If Mama gets a mediocre doughnut then this island really will get leveled!" you scoffed, brows furrowed. "This is my specialty! Just let me handle this and everything'll be—"

"MAMA! GRANDMA'S HERE!" Mocha shrieked, trembling with terror as she stared out the window.

The Yonko's footfalls began to thoroughly shake the bakery, knocking over sacks of flour, breaking tables, and completely destroying shelves.

"No! It's too soon!" you gasped, quickly putting down the bowl and rushing toward the door. "Cocoa, take over! You know what to do!"

"Wha—?! Mom!"

"Don't stop working!"

Frantically, you burst out of the bakery, eyes wide to see that Big Mom was—in fact—right at your doorstep.

"I WANT MY DOUGHNUT! BRING ME MY LEMON DOUGHNUT NOW!"

"Mama!" you shouted, protectively extending your arms out in front of your beloved bakery. "Your doughnut is almost ready! Just give us a little bit more time!"

"WHERE IS MY DOUGHNUT, GIRL! BECAUSE ALL I WANT IS MY DOUGHNUT!"

"We're making it as fast as we can! We just need a few more minutes to get it just right! You have my word!"

"Mom, no!" Soda called, eyes wide with fear as he watched from a distance. "Get out of the way!"

"(y/n), forget it! It's no use!" Smoothie exclaimed. "Run!"

"No! I will not let her destroy everything we've worked for!"

"OUT OF MY WAY!"

In an instant, you were encompassed by an ominous aura, the feeling not at all foreign as you had witnessed the power countless times before.

'Soul Pocus...'

"IS IT LIFE?! OR TREAT?!"

"NO!" Soda shouted, about to rush toward you before Oven and Smoothie grabbed him up, holding him back.

"Not life or treat!" Opera winced.

"She's gonna steal her lifespan away!" Galette cried

"Mama, you can't! She's family! You'll get your dessert soon enough, just hold on!" Mont-d'Or attempted to reason.

"Mama, have mercy!" Smoothie exclaimed.

Brows furrowing, you stood strong, not budging an inch as she stared you down.

"I'm sorry, Mama! But it's just not ready yet!" you stated, cooly.

"Oh, you're gonna be sorry!" she bellowed, her glare intensifying. "I SAID... LIFE OR TREAT!"

Now, on any other day—where it was just you and your troop of bakers—you would have certainly had your soul ripped right out, the fear of your mother-in-law too great to fight off.

But this day was different.

This day... your children were thrown into the mix.

If Big Mom killed you before they finished the doughnut, then they would certainly be slaughtered right alongside.

And with your husband away on the outermost islands of Totto Land, and Soda held back by his uncles, there was no one else left to protect them in that outcome.

So... it didn't matter if it was Kaido, or Big Mom, or whoever.

You were willing to fight off all the emperors at once if it meant keeping your babies safe.

Your brows furrowed, all your fear seeming to dissipate into nothing, molding itself in the shape of pure, unwavering determination.

She wouldn't lay a finger on your children.

Not if you had anything to say about it.

Lunging forward, she attempted to grab your soul, but was thoroughly shocked to find that nothing had appeared in her grasp.

Your soul was perfectly intact.

"Your grandchildren are working diligently to bring the doughnut to perfection! If you could only wait just a little while longer!"

"Not necessary!" a familiar voice cut through the tense air, putting you at ease almost instantly.

"Look! Up there!"

"It can't be!"

"But it is!"

"It's...! It's...!"

"IT'S KATAKURI!"

As he soared through the air—humongous doughnut in hand—everyone watched with awe and relief, your husband a marvel to watch as he valiantly swooped in to save the day.

"Mama! Open wide!"

Using his Mochi-Mochi power, he launched his hand forward, harshly shoving the decadent doughnut into his mother's mouth, effectively halting her Soul Pocus.

For a moment... there was a pause.

The entirety of Whole Cake Island stood still, waiting with bated breath for Big Mom's reaction.

"Mama mama! How delicious! This is the best doughnut I've ever tasted!"

Together, everyone let out a unanimous sigh of relief, some even falling out on the floor.

"Mama is successfully subdued! I repeat! Mama is successfully subdued!" Mont-d'Or announced into his transponder snail. "Let's switch gears toward repairing damage. Toot sweet!"

"Lady (y/n) did it!"

"The island is saved!"

"That's our (y/n) for you!"

"Perfect as ever!"

"Oh, thank, God," you exhaled, breathless, as Big Mom's aura finally released you, allowing your legs to buckle.

"(y/n)!" Katakuri quickly landed next to you, catching your limp body before you could fall. "Are you all right?! What happened?!"

"Your mother happened," you sighed, allowing your head to drop against his chest. "One of her hunger pangs."

His eyes widened, a future where things could've gone very wrong flashing through his mind.

"And you didn't call me? I told you to make me aware when a situation like this occurs," he asked, tone rising—more out of fear of what could've been than actual frustration.

"It was time for your merienda... and you've been working so hard lately," you muttered. "I thought you deserved a break from all this."

"Not when it comes to your safety... or the children's," he shook his head. "You all are my utmost priority. More than my merienda."

Realizing your miscalculation, your cheeks warmed, suddenly feeling foolish.

"Sorry, Kuri," you sighed, allowing yourself to melt into his touch. "I dropped the ball, didn't I?"

At the nickname, Katakuri flushed under his scarf, eyes averting from your adorably apologetic expression before he turned even more red.

"I'm just glad you're all right," he caved, all will to chide effectively oozing from his body. "Rest for now."

"Mom!" Soda exclaimed running toward you both. "Are you all right?! That was insane! I've never seen anyone withstand Soul Pocus before!"

You scoffed, shaking your head.

"I assure you, I wouldn't be able to do that again in a million years."

"Soda, ensure your sisters and Chai are all right. Then send for cleanup within a bakery," Katakuri ordered, starting off in the opposite direction. "Assist Mont-d'Or in heading the repair efforts. I'm leaving this mess in your hands."

"You got it!" he nodded, turning around to join the Minister of Cheese in his work.

"Wait... Kuri, I have to help, too," you started, attempting to sit up.

"You have done enough," he denied, tightening his hold on you. "They can take things from here."

"But—"

"No buts... You'll be joining me for the rest of the day."

Confused, you raised a brow, unsure of what he was talking about.

"Joining you? ...For what?"

Knowingly, he glanced down at you, heart pounding against his chest once again at the sight of your perfect face.

How he got so lucky, he would never know.

"We still have time for our merienda. If... you're all right with cold tea?"

Warmed by his shy kindness, you were unable to fight the smile rising to your lips, his ears burning with embarrassment in the adorable way you loved.

He was cute when he wasn't acting all tough.

"Iced tea's perfect... Lead the way."

[devilmen-collector]

Reader is Allergic to Almond (HC)

Ft. GnMC/Reader, Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Bimet, Gamigin

CW: allergy mention (of almond in this hc)

Chocolate and almond together create such a great combination. So a lot of brands mix almond with their chocolates. And chocolate is a major indispensable thing during St. Valentine's Day. However, you are allergic to almond and you think it's best to tell the devils, you don't want them to give you chocolate that you cannot eat.

Satan

Makes sure to never let almond come near you ever again.

Bans almond from the royal palace.

Gets pissed by just the sight of almond now since he cares so much about you and almond could hurt you.

Mammon

Makes sure all Valentine chocolate for you does not contain almond.

Increases subsidiaries for dark chocolate and chocolate mixed with other ingredients that are not almond.

May create a new chocolate brand under your name, it also bears your name. Imagine [MC/YN] Premium Chocolate.

Leviathan

"You weak human, can you not die from just anything."

Cares about you a lot, despite his words.

Orders the chef explicitly and carefully to get rid of any almond they may put into the chocolate that will be given to you. Don't mess up, or else.

Uses this as another reason to spy on you. You're so important that he has to have his eyes on you all the time.

Beelzebub

It's something important related to you, he will remember this.

Sniffs all the chocolate gifted to you in Abyssos to make sure there's no almond. If he discovers any, he will find the owner of that gift and have a serious talk with him.

He can't always be with you so he always tell his nobles to take care of you and to remember what you are allergic of.

Bimet

Thank Mammon he knows this before shoving a gold coin-themed chocolate coin mixed with almond into your mouth.

The news of your allergy will probably make chocolate mixed with almond market segment and almond market experience a downturn. He better withdraw before losing money.

Invests in the new chocolate brand that bears your name. He knows he has to be early to become a large shareholder.

Gamigin

Assures you that he and his brothers will keep you safe.

Goes on to tell his brothers at Paradise Lost in what sounds like a panic tone "Brothers/Hyungs, almond can kill MC."

It only takes Paradise Lost devils a few seconds to realize what Gamigin means by that, though it scares them with the first image they have in mind when they heard Gamigin said that.

Divider by @/sparkbeast20

[angrykittybarbarian]

About that Dragon Age: The Veilguard audio web series

Thinking back about the marketing for DATV I now realize it was kind of deceptive.

No, it was not literal fraud. They did not make specific promises and then broke them, not explicitely and in a way you could hold them liable in court over. And I get when you are advertising your product you will of course highlight its most favorable aspects while not shoving its negative sides into everyone's noses.

However I do think that EA/Bioware did stretch out the boundaries between regular endorsement and fraud.

It started with the web series Vows and Vengeance they uploaded weekly on Youtube right before release. At that time I was still hopeful and excited for the game. And Vows and Vengeance all but encouraged that excitement.

You know why? Because, and this surprised me, it was genuinely good.

Vows and Vengeance functioned as an early introduction to the companions. While they were not the main characters they did play a key role in each episode. The plot was what could be typically expected from a regular DA installment. It had a dark, gripping story. The dialogue was well written. It dealt with mature themes, it actually discussed the classism of Tevinter.

Lucanis was a proper crow who killed a good man because he was hired to do so. He was positively morally grey. Davrin had actually strong opinions when the main character dropped the Dread Wolf's name. Bellara was interesting in that it became clear how she struggled with her ADHD without using infantile language, Scout Harding acted smart, mature and competent, Taash was a morally grey bad ass, fitting for a freelance treasure hunter and with smart and witty dialogue to go with it.

It was amazing, I found myself excited every week for a new episode. It got me interested in the companions. I already contemplated to romance Taash because they were so cool and charismatic in that series. I thought, if a FREE webseries that was made for advertisement was already this great then the game had to be nothing short of phenomenal.

And then it just...wasn't. There was nothing of the depth that came through in the web series. It was as if I was presented with a sample of a multilayered chocolate cake but got a dry brownie after I actually paid the full price for it.

The sheer audacity behind this course of action is still so inconcievable to me, I sometimes still wonder why they put effort into writing the free thing and not the product they demand payment for. I still don't get it. The only explanation is they purposefully put out a misleading sample to lure in the customers in the beginning to spend money, right?

This fraud adjacent behavior does not stop there.

Remember when we thought we would be importing our worldstates from our previous games? There wasn't even a question about it in the beginning because this is such an intrinsic Bioware feature. But then the info about the three choices in the character creator leaked.

Leaked!

Meaning they never intended for this information to be known pre-release. They fully intended to keep it secret until it would be too late. They also never said they wanted a soft reboot.

This is the conclusion the fandom has drawn after they destroyed their own lore and went scorched earth on the entire south of Thedas.

And the biggesr lie was when they said this was their best work. After all this!

This is the reason why DATV's shortcomings are so devastating. This is why so many feel like the game was a slap to their faces. EA/Bioware gaslit and manipulated us from the very beginning. We have been cheated and betrayed.

The last bit of trust I and many others had in Bioware, they mercilessly crushed.

I personally will never take even one thing they say at face value again. You can only trust their actions from now on.

[theonlyonesora]

The Quiet Equation

Toto Wolff x You

The leaves had just begun to change—burnt orange and brittle gold curling at the edges of Harvard Yard—when he walked into your life like an equation that didn’t balance.

You were seated in the third row of Maxwell 202, your laptop open, fingers idly tracing the rim of your coffee cup. It was your first lecture of the semester, an advanced seminar on sports business leadership, a course you’d only taken because you craved something challenging. Something unfamiliar.

You didn’t expect him.

Toto Wolff.

He entered the room not with fanfare but gravity—like a planet arriving into orbit, unannounced yet impossible to ignore. Six foot five, dressed in a charcoal cashmere sweater and slacks that looked tailor-made for his long, deliberate strides. His accent curled around his words like silk-wrapped steel. Every student in the lecture hall straightened unconsciously. A few whispered. A few stared.

But he didn’t scan the room for admiration. No, he scanned for curiosity. For sharpness. For minds worth his time.

And when his gaze landed on you, it stayed there half a second too long.

You looked away first. You always did.

.

You weren’t used to being noticed.

At 27, you’d already earned your master’s in engineering, and now you were folding into a second program focused on organizational strategy. Most people thought you were a scholarship kid who studied too hard. Maybe you were. You liked silence, liked order, liked the click of logic falling into place. You liked data because it never lied.

But now, data had a voice, and it came in the form of a man twice your age with sharp eyes and a voice like dark chocolate and gravel.

And then came the email.

Subject: Extra Credit Assignment—Mercedes-AMG F1 Guest Lectures You were one of three students selected. Three.

To assist Mr. Wolff during his time as a guest lecturer.

.

The first time he said your name, it was late afternoon. The sun had begun to dip behind the old stone buildings, casting the seminar room in an amber glow. You had just finished walking him through an analysis of cross-market brand loyalty between Formula One and other global sports franchises.

“Brilliant,” he said, like the word meant something ancient and reverent. “But you already knew that.”

You swallowed. “It’s just data.”

Toto tilted his head, studying you. “No. It’s the way you see it that matters. You find meaning in numbers the way others find it in poetry.”

You flushed. You hated that. He was too perceptive. Too calm. You liked your walls. He was already walking through them like they weren’t even there.

.

Over the weeks, something began to shift.

He stayed after class longer. Asked you questions no one else would dare ask—about why you never raised your hand, about how you learned to think the way you did. About what you were really afraid of.

He listened when you spoke, not just with attention—but with intention. As if every sentence from you deserved space to unfold.

And you?

You began to crave it. That space. That steady, quiet pull of him. The way he stood too close without ever touching you. The way he would call your name lowly in passing—never inappropriate, never unprofessional, but still enough to echo in your stomach long after he left the room.

There was an age difference, of course. Twenty-four years. But it didn’t feel like that.

It felt like… depth. Like gravity finding gravity.

.

One night, well past midnight, you stayed behind after a guest seminar to help him with a data model. The others had left. The building was quiet, shadows climbing the bookshelves. The glow from his laptop cast him in silver light, jaw tense, brow furrowed as he reviewed your notes.

“You’ve done this before,” he said softly. “Built something and never taken credit.”

You looked at him. “What makes you think that?”

“Because you remind me of myself. At your age.” He paused. “Hungry. Brilliant. Lonely.”

That word landed like a pebble in still water.

You didn’t respond right away. Then, quietly: “I don’t mind being alone.”

“No,” he said, watching you. “But maybe you’d like someone who understands it.”

You turned your head to meet his eyes—and the room, the night, the world—it all shifted. Everything suspended.

His hand didn’t move first. Yours did.

And when his fingers closed around yours, it wasn’t the beginning of anything reckless.

It was the beginning of something inevitable.

.

You never told anyone.

Harvard whispered, as universities always do. But there were no scandals. No rumors. Just the quiet glances exchanged in the corners of classrooms, the subtle shift in your breath when he entered a room.

And on the last day of term, he handed you a folded note with only two lines written in his precise, deliberate hand.

You are the most elegant mind I’ve ever met. Come to Brackley this summer. We have work to do.

You stared at the signature beneath it.

Toto.

Not Mr. Wolff. Not Professor.

Just Toto.

And for once in your carefully structured life, you didn’t hesitate. You were already packed.

Maybe part 2 ?

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Request? Idea? What if we got saved by Dink but like, it was a total accident and he never even meant to save us. But either way we make it our mission to repay him~ if u know what I mean 😉

Oh, trust me, I do ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Death By Chocolate and Other Evil Anecdotes

Pairing: Dark Link x Reader

Warning(s): Death by chocolate ;))

Notes: I think y'all are gonna enjoy this one. Partially dedicated to @yourlocaltreesimp for inspiring me to crank this out <33 I like to keep my anons on their toes.

Masterlist

The first thing you noticed about the personified incarnation of evil was that his eyes were red.

Redder than blood, redder than the sky during those insane moons, and captivating in the sense that fear alone had left you totally and completely unable to fathom moving from your crouched spot on the cobblestone. Groceries scattered, nerves tense as you prepared for the fight of your life in the shoddiest alley you'd seen in your life. What had started as a regularly-scheduled trip to the backwaters of Hyrule for some long, thick leeks was turning into something entirely different, though you would be a liar in refusing to admit that, amidst the existential terror, there wasn't a bit of relief in your heart as his irises bore terrible holes into the very same organ.

It probably had something to do with the cooling bodies of the men who'd attempted to assault you on the way out of the market, but you were no genius. Probably.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" The evil version of Link, the Hero, growled. His teeth were white and lightly pointed, though hardly more so than the sharp taper of his ears. Thick, red-black blood coated his dark tunic, an iron-scented remnant of the carnage that had occurred moments earlier, and the sword in his left hand was similarly stained. He needed a bath—desperately, with the urgency of a teenager yet to leave home and learn basic hygiene, except it was wholly due to the fluids coating what you hoped was skin and not some clever illusion containing a demonic eldrich creature—but you felt as though telling him would not end well.

It was definitely the weapon. You also hoped the rumors were wrong about his apparent proclivities for hylian flesh.

Even so, he had saved you, cutting down those foul men as though they were nothing but flies, all the while murmuring about some kind of debt. You doubted he even noticed you were cowering against the masondry until the last one attempted to make a grab for your ankles, which promptly lashed out to break what you assumed was his nose. That had felt good.

Until you locked eyes with Dark Link.

The impatient raise of a white-tinted eyebrow snapped you from your thoughts.

You swallowed, not daring to make a grab for the precious leek lying two feet over. Did he consider vegetables weapons? Did you want to find out??

"Um," oh fuck, oh god, it was like he was seeing inside of you. That was weird, right? Red was such an unnerving color, especially when it was being directed at the quivering depths of your soul. Would he kill you if you screamed? Was there anything you could say to ensure the continued safety of yourself and your precious vegetables?

You swallowed.

Your throat was dry.

"Thank... you?"

The demon tilted his head, boots scuffing against the cobblestone as he turned to fully face you. The sun hung high in the sky, though the alley was quiet, and you couldn't imagine anyone coming across the scene. Perhaps the villagers would hear your screams, but it would be far too late by that point. You'd either be dead, dying, or eaten.

...Hylia, you really hoped he didn't eat people.

A burst of sunlight caught his stark hair, illuminating the silvery strands in a backdrop so beautiful it could have been stolen from heaven itself. Again, you gulped.

Dark Link was terrifying.

Dark Link was, coincidentally, also dashingly attractive.

It was very conflicting.

Lips that had no right being as plush as they were peeked open.

"How odd," mused the demon, drawing a half-step closer. If not for the pinched lines on his forehead, you would have thought he was amused. His sword glistened a wet crimson in the blinding light. "This is usually where the screaming begins."

There was something almost bored in the way he spoke, yet you didn't dare miss the sliver of intrigue nestled in a tone so dark. Still, it didn't seem like he was going to kill you yet, so you allowed your shoulders to un-hunch against the thick stone wall, knees losing the tightness keeping them pressed to your chest, though you maintained a steep bend in case a well-placed kick to the shins was required.

"Do you... want me to scream?" You squeaked tentatively, and immediately regretted it. That was practically an invitation, for Hylia's sake!

Dark Link's eyes narrowed to mere crimson slits. He stalked forward, until the blinding sun against his back forced a long, thick shadow to cast over your body. The air was so tense that a knife could have cut straight through it, leaving nothing but broken strings and halfhearted breaths while you wondered what you had done to deserve such a fate. Eventually, when he was close enough that you swore the threads of his white trousers were countable, a thick silence fell upon the alley. No one breathed. No one spoke. You couldn't even hazard a glance at the poor leek on the ground. At least one of you was meant to be eaten.

When the tension reached its boiling point, so had the demon's patience.

"I—"

"Please don't eat me!" You blurted, throwing your hands up to cover your face. It was the least you could do before being consumed.

Another silence settled over the alley, noticeably more uncomfortable than the first.

"...Excuse me?"

You could have cried, you really could have. An eye cracked open, only to shut again on account of the whithering gaze sent to you by none other than Dark Link. Was that you or did he look genuinely offended? When you failed to respond, there was a noise of digust, long and loud.

"I'm not a fucking cannibal."

You cracked both of your eyes open again. That was good. You didn't want to get eaten, though it still didn't save you from a similarly painful death.

"Oh."

Oh, for Hylia's sake—

A thick cringe escaped you. You sounded painfully terrified and it was clear as day, if he hadn't already noticed the hunched posture and curled fists. Was he into that? Did you care enough to find out?

"...Are you, um, going to...?" you trailed off, not quite brave enough to give him anything to work with.

The demon stood to his full height. He couldn't have been taller than you, but it didn't matter when he had a sword and you had your own sniveling will. Another sigh was exhaled, and a bloodied hand smeared a small amount of crimson on his cheek when he rubbed it. "Are you looking for death?"

"I'm looking for my vegetables," you admitted pitifully.

Dark Link's expression flicked to something resembling deep annoyance. He scanned the ground, eventually landing on the leek lying in a rapidly congealing pool of blood. You felt your soul die a bit when his lip curled.

"Disgusting."

On instinct, you opened your mouth to defend your purchase, only for it to snap shut when a thick veil of smoke erupted from the cobblestone, swirling around the length of his body before tightening in one magnificent motion, nearly blocking out your view of the sun in its terrible brilliance.

When it cleared, Dark Link was gone.

Your brain whirled at the single blue rupee sitting in place of his left boot.

The next time you saw Dark Link, it was in the forest outside your home. Baking was a guilty pleasure of yours, meaning you would go to the far ends of Hyrule in exchange for some cacao pods, but with Beedle the Traveling Merchant's invaluable business model, happiness was only a short walk from the safety of your porch.

Until the lizalfos' came, of course, because, really, when didn't they?

A terrible hissing noise filtered from beyond the pseudo-reliable wood of your door. You hissed a breath through your teeth and shoved the chair even harder beneath the knob, even as the hinges rattled and thick oak threatened to splinter beneath the heavy bangs landed upon it.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" you yelled, nearly tripping over yet another fallen leek in your haste to secure the perimeter. The door wouldn't last much longer, but you didn't care, scurrying to the small kitchen for a knife. At least you would die with dignity, this time.

Another screech rattled the air, but it sounded... different. Pained. You moved an inch forward, clutching the knife close to your heaving chest, and dared hope that someone had come. Anyone.

BANG!!

You nearly fell over when something thudded against the thick wood, and it was silent once more. Eerily silent.

Until you heard footsteps; loud, heavy... yet so distinctly unlike the scritch-thump of lizalfos talons that the sniveling hope in your chest fluttered, if only for a fleeting, wonderful moment before reality set in. Was this it? Was this death? You hadn't even perfected that chocolate chunk cookie recipe yet!!

The footsteps halted.

You waited.

A second ticked by. Then two, four, six...

Your heart nearly leapt from your throat when there was a soft knock on the door.

Did... did lizalfos' knock on doors now? Was that a new hunting strategy you were about to be made painfully—and literally—aware of? Maybe you should just pretend—

"There's no one home!"

—FUCK!

There was a pause. Then, the knock sounded again. You briefly wondered if suicide was the way to go, if only to spare your poor mind the embarrassment of having announced to a home intruder that you weren't home. Lovely.

But, seeing as death was likely around the corner, you slowly un-wedged the chain from beneath the door handle, slowly opening the door to reveal the shadowy figure of none other than Dark-fucking-Link.

The silence stretched for an eternity when your eyes met; narrowed crimson on... well, you were frankly a bit too terrified to consider the sordid meeting of gazes, but it was an interesting sentiment nonetheless.

"We really need to stop meeting like this," you croaked weakly, fingers curled around the doorframe, though what you really meant to say was we need to stop meeting. Immediately.

The demon huffed. He looked annoyed, though you were half convinced the pinched position of his brows and unimpressed scowl were chronic. Once again, a motherlode of dark blood coated his attire, and the stench of iron bordered on mind-numbing, but slamming the door on him seemed like a terrible course of action. Did that mean inviting him in would be more appropriate?

"...Can I help you?"

"I do not require your help," hissed the half-man-half-shadow before you. Still, he didn't look intent on moving anytime soon, and something told you he wouldn't be swayed if you decided to brandish a leek as a weapon. You doubted it would last against that sword, anyways.

When yet another beat of silence passed, you had enough. Donning your best unimpressed energy, you forced a mirroring scowl.

"Are you hungry?"

The demon blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused," you said without missing a beat, jerking your thumb towards the kitchen. "I'm making cookies. You're free to have one so long as my door stays on the hinges."

A shocked silence ensued, but you didn't wait up, turning on your heel and letting the door fall open in what had to be the most casual act of suicide in all of Hyrule. With luck, he'd be too weirded out to bother, and you'd get to live another day. Score!

Unfortunately, when the sound of booted footsteps stuttered behind you, you realized that the goddesses must either be dead, crazy, or laughing their holy little asses off at you. When you turned to grab the ingredients for the dough, there he was, standing in the middle of the floor like a lost child, if you could even call him that.

Nothing was said as you steadily pulled down the flour, sugar, yeast, chocolate... until everything was accounted for and Public Enemy #1 was still in your house waiting for chocolate chunk cookies.

"So," you let the word hang for a bit, grabbing a wooden bowl from the counter and cracking the first of two eggs into it. "Do you typically go around saving people or am I just unlucky?"

The demon snorted, shoulders losing a bit of their tenseness. Granted, he still looked ready to slice you to death on the hardwood, but you could handle those odds. "You're awfully mouthy for someone in your position," he pointed out. You weren't as scared as you should have been.

Crack, went the second egg as you lightly smashed the shell on the rim of the bowl. "...Would you prefer I scream?"

His answer was instantaneous. "No."

"Noted."

You added a generous amount of sugar to the mixture. Dark Link's stare went supernova, and you gasped fauxly. "Oh! You're not on a diet, are you?"

There was a beat as the demon in your home fought to regain his bearings. "What."

"I'll take that as a no," and, just to fuck with him, you poured two more spoonfuls. When no more judgemental gazes were issued, you shrugged and added one more. "You can sit at the table, if you want. Just don't get blood on any upholstery please."

It was probably the politest way you could have told someone not to bleed all over your stuff, but the sentiment remained intact. Dark Link's stare bore holes in your face, though it was hard to tell if it was bafflement or another emotion you didn't dare decipher. After what was quickly becoming a pattern of recurring tense moments, he moved to claim the chair closest to the door, sitting down with a noisy squelch that you desperately tried to ignore.

...How do you navigate this?

For several long, agonizing moments, the silence reigned supreme. it wasn't a problem, because any distraction capable of diverting your attention from the blood-caked half-man-half-shadow in your kitchen was a welcome one. It was only once the dough was mixed, balled, and dropped into the small pan did a rather rude cough interrupt the rather perilous dynamic.

You pivoted, hands covered in flour and heat-melted chocolate, and stared.

"...Do you need something?"

"You are strange," was the scourge of Hyrule's apparent realization of the morning, and it was so out of left field that you couldn't help but level him with another stare that couldn't help but be a bit judgmental. What was he expecting, to go deaf from all the proverbial screaming?

"So are you," you tried when he said nothing else. A gruff humph from the direction of the shadow-turned-hylian forced you to be a social person once more. "What brings you to my neck of the woods? I doubt it's my cooking."

Dark Link's brow crinkled in presumed disgust. Darn. "It's not, you vain mortal."

You shrugged, deeming it safe enough to turn your back long enough to toss the pan of half-formed cookies into the newly-roaring hearth. However terrifying the shadow-man in your home was, something told you that if he truly wanted you dead, you would have been a long time ago. Was he lonely? Carnally stunted? Unable to commit evil without sugar? The world may never know, but you sure as hell wanted to.

"You live alone," the shadow-dude observed after another painful silence.

You didn't bother with a glance, merely tossing your baking gloves off and leaning against the wall with a contemplative look at the ceiling and whatever mysteries it held. "Yup."

"Why?"

"So I don't have to interact with people," you said with a perfect deadpan. If he got the reference, Dark Link merely made another sour face and moved on with his arms-crossed viewing of your kitchen. You tried not to eye the large sword propped against his temporary seating arrangement as it dripped crimson liquid onto your floor.

The conversation was going nowhere. In what world was it acceptable to bake cookies for Hyrule's Most Wanted? Did you even care? Was this a hostage situation??

Well, you reasoned as the room began to feel a bit too small, at least he'll wait until the cookies are done before eviscerating me. You hoped. You really did.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Being the seasoned baker you were, it wasn't hard to notice the steady rise of the cookies, as well as the golden-browning edges and mouth-watering scent. Dark Link's eyes remained transfixed on the hearth as you pulled on your gloves once more, quickly grabbing the pan and placing it on the counter to cool, only pausing to spare him a glance in between eyeballing the validity of your creations, informing him with a vague: "They'll need about five minutes to cool."

The embodiment of evil said nothing. You didn't press; it probably wasn't a survivable encounter, anyway. With nothing else to do, you knelt and took hold of the poker resting beside the hearth. A soft sputter could be heard as you tapped at the burning embers, coaxing the fire to shrink, the action expedited by the generous dusting of ashes you gave it with the small shovel. The smell of melted chocolate filled the kitchen, wafting in the air as you stood, dusting your clothes free of any stray debris.

Another minute passed.

Your eyes flicked up to peer at the man sitting across the room.

You reached into the nearest drawer for something to scrape the cookies from the pan, landing on a wooden spatula that had definitely seen better days.

Dark Link's grip on his sword tightened. He was terribly unsubtle, but you kind of preferred it.

A soft scraaape filled the kitchen as you freed one of the outer cookies, taking the barest of moments to admire the pale gold crust and mouthwatering dollups of rich brown chocolate dotting the crumbly surface.

"Here," you crossed the kitchen in a few long steps, holding the cookie before you like an offering of peace or a particularly crummy shield.

For a moment, nothing moved. He didn't move, yet you refused to budge, leveraging the cookie with a bit more conviction until, finally, the chair squeaked lowly and a gloved hand reached to accept the gift. You watched with bated breath as a pair of beady crimson eyes regarded the creation with utmost scrutiny, so intense that you were sure his gaze alone could burn it to a crisp. Probably. You sure as hell felt heated when those blood-reds were staring you down.

Grayscale lips parted, revealing the sultry flash of pearly whites before they sunk into the sugary flesh of the cookie.

A second passed. Then two, and three, and f—

"This is..."

Your heart nearly leapt from your throat as you waited for the verdict, a bit about what it would mean for the immediate future, specifically pertaining to your life.

"...satisfactory."

Thank Hylia, you thought, shoulders falling nearly an inch as a hopeful sort of relaxation kicked in. It was the highest praise you could remember hearing, which meant a lot considering it was coming from a man who legend said liked to spend his free time desecrating villages and lives alike.

"Do you... want another?" You asked as the cookie was consumed in one large bite. Clearly, it was more than satisfactory, but there was no reason to push your luck.

A hand extended.

You immediately plopped another steaming delicacy in the center of his covered palm, which retracted at the speed of light as the demon tried and failed to hide how much he truly desired your cookie. The tension in the air seemed to lighten as the second treat was demolished, even more so when you had to foresight to scoop a third cookie and wordlessly point it in his direction.

Sacrilegiously, the legends had forgotten to mention the incarnation of evil's apparent sweet tooth.

"I have no interest in your moral frivolities," said the demon with a conviction so staunch you almost believed it.

You cocked a brow, feeling a bit more bold now that his sword was sheathed and your baking had apparently hit a soft spot. "Then... leave?"

Dark Link—the embodiment of.... evil??—haughtily shook his head and took another egregious mouthful of chocolate cookie goodness. "Nay," he said, chewing in what had to be the most obnoxious way possible. "You shall supply me with these... chunk creations."

Ah. Okay. At least he was eating something that wasn't you.

"Okay," you nodded along, not willing to entertain the risks sure to come from denying Dark Link of, well, not many people had met him and lived to tell the tale, but you were sure your end was just around the corner. It must have been a long corner, because the only violent action occurring was the crunch of his teeth against the cookie, which was hardly anything to write home about. "When do you, uh, want them?"

There was a beat as he processed your query, then a haughty sniff that had you wondering if violence really was the answer: "I shall return at midnight."

Goodie, was your first thought, followed by the haphazard wondering attributed to the supposed sleep schedule of someone like him. How many fingers would you lose at suggesting seven in the morning instead?

"...I'll be ready."

A crumb-encrusted hand patted your head in a manner that was so glaringly condescending that it nearly sent your sensibilities into a coma as the bastard shadow man grinned. "Good."

Your jaw nearly fell to the floor when he snagged two more cookies, shoved one into his mouth, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

A blue rupee lay in his place.

You ran a hand down the center of your face.

That's a wrap! Hope y'all enjoyed my unofficial apology for the April Fool's fiasco 😭

[stardewremixed]

Misc Headcanon

I'm back after a long hiatus! Here's some fun misc headcanon for you from our favorite Stardew Valley friends.

Emily designs the Farmer's wedding attire. She particularly loves touching up vintage wedding gowns.

Sebastian works on motorcycles at a local shop just outside of town on the weekends for extra cash.

Shane seems like the type who would work on the JojaMart truck because Morris is too cheap to send out for repairs. After the market closes, Shane picks up work at the same local shop outside town that Seb works at on occasion.

Marnie absolutely should upgrade and run a full dairy - selling gourmet cheeses and specialty flavored milks (to compete with Pierre) at festivals. Jas is a fan of strawberry milk (as are Maru and Haley). Abigail, Jodi, and Evelyn enjoy chocolate milk. Harvey would buy coffee flavored ice cream from Marnie.

Alex would repair Vincent's and Jas' bikes. He'd take the kids on a bike ride on Sunday afternoons so Jodi and Marnie can get some alone time. Sometimes Penny or Sam tag along. Sam would bring his guitar to play some tunes for the kids (maybe a little ukulele - look no hands!). Penny would pack healthy snacks.

Harvey and Gus go to the same barber shop.

Maru and Sebastian like to take apart computers and put them back together again for fun.

Pam would absolutely go dumpster diving.

Haley has a little karaoke machine that she loaned to Jas.

Vincent is a budding paleontologist. Gunther loans him picture books about dinosaurs.

Harvey has a whole collection of ties he inherited from his grandpa.

Leah has a mushroom terrarium.

Once Pam gets laid off as a bus driver, she picks up infrequent work at a beauty salon. She's actually pretty good at hair styling and even manicures when she's not drinking. She used to give Penny pedicures when she was a kid.

Harvey has a little toy doctor kit in the lobby for the kids when they come in for check-ups.

Emily would absolutely want to do the whole ugly Christmas sweater thing. Haley hates it but might agree if she could sew a little vintage camera patch onto the sleeve.

Sebastian and Maru used to have glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceilings as kids.

Alex rents movies on Friday nights to watch with George.

Haley absolutely played with Barbies as a kid. Emily critiqued the unrealistic physique and made her own clothes for the dolls.

Harvey still has his walkman from his high school days.

Elliott absolutely had an etch-a-sketch as a boy.

Abigail is the queen of beer pong! Oh and she is totally lifting Seb for a keg stand.

Sam was a bike messenger when he lived back in the city. He also occasionally delivered pizzas.

Gus hosts a weekly poker game in the back room at the Stardrop Saloon. Willy regularly cleans him out. Elliott likes to join, but is a real bad card player.

Robin and Demetrius crush at Trivial Pursuit.

Sometimes Leah and Elliott battle it out over Scrabble. Occasionally, Harvey joins in.

JojaMart has a little laundromat in the back. Jodi takes her clothes here as does Pam.

[morganaawriterr]

Meet the Characters; Dracula's Daughter

Author's Note ➺ All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with reality. Their personalities have been tailored for the story! The first chapter will be posted this Saturday! If you are seeing this for the first time and have no idea what is about, you can read this intro of the story! IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS HEHEHEH YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA!!!!! I've been planning this story for like a month!

NAVIGATION ➺ Intro - The characters - 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05

SIM JAKE;

➺ Jake is the only son of the elder vampire in the vampire world. His father is a librarian with a long education and knowledge. Since you were bullied for being human, at sixteen years old, you started homeschooling with Jake's dad. Ever since then, Jake started to study with you and you became best friends.

➺ Jake is very decided and confident in himself. Is very good at strategy and math. He can annoy you like no other, but he is the only one you let do that.

Genre (between him and the reader): Best friends to lovers; Inspired by: Caleb from love and deepspace! He is very fun and devoted to you... but hides some not-so-fun side of him. Looks: Based on Jake during the X.O. era; Soft brown hair and hazel eyes;

PARK SUNGHOON;

➺ Sunghoon is the oldest son of the king of the North, the second most powerful kingdom in the vampire realm. He lives in the mountains and the snow. You don't remember it, but Sunghoon has been there for you ever since you were little, his secretly loving nature has only ever been shown to you.

➺ Sunghoon is modest and straightforward. He is very good at science and medicine, but despite his cold appearance, he is a very warm-hearted person and is loved by his subordinates. Sunghoon can easily make you feel shy under his intense gaze.

Genre (between him and the reader): Childhood friends to lovers; Inspired by: Zayne from love and deepspace! He is very reserved but very committed to you... but hides his lover-boy side. Looks: Based on Sunghoon during the Dark Blood era; Chocolate brown hair and blue eyes;

PARK JONGSEONG;

➺ Jay is the only child of the richest man in the vampire world. His father owns half of all the land and controls all the shipments and markets of weapons and fighting gear. Jay is known to be a rebel and do whatever he wants, but after that day when he saved you, he swore he would never pay attention to anyone else. You hate his cocky demeanor and how he is full of himself, but that may change when he shows you how sweet he can be.

➺ Jay is very secure in himself and his skills. He is very good at combat and strength tests. He is the only person who makes your skin crawl but shiver too.

Genre (between him and the reader): Enemies to lovers; Inspired by: Sylus from love and deepspace! He is very cocky but only obsessed with you... but hides his tender heart. Looks: Based on Jay during the Sweet Venom era; Blonde/Platinum hair and dark brown eyes;

YN DRACULA;

➺ YN, you are the only child of Dracula, the most powerful and respected vampire of all time. You were born as a human, despite your father's genes. But it turns out an old prophecy has become real, with only one bite, you become as strong as your father. You used to get bullied at school, so your father decided to let you be homeschooled. You like painting and making art to cope with your feelings.

➺ YN, you are a little insecure due to your past, but despite that, you are a very independent woman, who knows what she wants. Despite not liking your father's idea of having an arranged marriage, you accept it for the sake of your future. Little did you know, it would turn your world upside down.

Looks: I don't specify skin color, body type, or race. You just have long black hair, black eyes and are goth.

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Silent Nights and Bright Lights

Pairing: König x reader

Warnings: fluffy

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy Christmas with König

Word Count: 1.1k

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

The train screeched to a halt, steam curling through the frigid air as you stepped onto the snowy platform. The cold bit at your cheeks, a sharp reminder of just how far north you had traveled. The frosty air carried the scent of pine and chimney smoke, a strangely comforting combination.

You barely had time to adjust your scarf before you spotted him. König stood at the edge of the platform, towering over the other travelers. His broad frame was bundled in a thick coat, a gray scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His dark eyes scanned the crowd, darting nervously from face to face until they landed on you.

His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he took a tentative step forward. In one hand, he clutched your bag, which looked laughably small compared to him. In the other, he held a single poinsettia in a small pot, the vibrant red standing out against the muted winter colors.

“Willkommen,” he said softly, his deep voice carrying just enough warmth to rival the hot chocolate you’d been craving.

Your heart swelled at his shy demeanor. “Hi, König,” you said, taking a step closer.

He hesitated for a moment, then extended the flower toward you, his gloved hand almost comically large against the delicate plant. “This... is for you,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost as if he were afraid you might laugh at the gesture.

Your breath hitched as you accepted it, your fingers brushing against his glove. “Thank you, König. It’s beautiful.”

His lips twitched into a shy smile, and he quickly cleared his throat. “Here,” he said, gesturing to your bag. “Let me.”

You tried to protest. “König, it’s fine. I can—”

“No,” he interrupted gently, his free hand already reaching for the strap. “You’ve traveled far. Relax, hmm?”

You relented with a laugh, watching as he effortlessly slung the bag over his shoulder. His touch lingered for a moment on the strap, as if ensuring it was secure, before he gestured toward the exit.

“Come,” he said, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “It is... much warmer in the car.”

The drive to the village was quiet but comfortable, the snow-draped landscape passing by like something out of a postcard. König occasionally glanced at you, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as if trying to focus on the road instead of you.

When you finally arrived, the sight took your breath away. The village was nestled in a valley, its rooftops covered in thick layers of snow. Strings of golden lights hung between the buildings, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets. Stalls lined the square, bustling with activity as vendors sold everything from handcrafted ornaments to steaming mugs of spiced wine.

König parked the car and stepped out, opening your door for you before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt.

“This is... my home,” he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and nervousness. “I hope you like it.”

You looked up at him, smiling. “It’s beautiful, König.”

His ears turned pink, and he gestured toward the market. “Come. There is much to see.”

The market was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional jingling of bells. König walked beside you, his presence steady and comforting as he pointed out different stalls.

“This one sells the best glühwein,” he said, nodding toward a stall with a steaming cauldron of spiced wine. “And there,” he added, pointing to a display of carved wooden toys, “my mother used to buy me something small every year.”

You followed his gaze, imagining a younger König, all long limbs and awkward smiles, clutching a little wooden train.

As you passed a stall selling delicate glass ornaments, König paused, his gaze lingering on one shaped like a snowflake. Without a word, he reached for it, carefully handing over a few euros before turning to you.

“For you,” he said softly, holding the ornament out in his palm. “It... reminded me of you.”

Your cheeks warmed as you accepted it, holding it close to your chest. “Thank you, König. It’s beautiful.”

Before he could respond, a loud gasp drew your attention.

“It’s Krampus!” a little boy exclaimed, hiding behind his mother’s leg.

König froze, his hand halfway to his scarf. You glanced up at him, biting your lip to keep from laughing. His size and the faint shadow of his mask peeking out from under his scarf certainly could give someone the wrong idea.

“I... uh...” König scratched the back of his neck, his ears burning red.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, nudging him playfully. “You’re a little intimidating, sure, but you’re no Krampus.”

The corners of his mouth lifted into a reluctant smile, and he shook his head. “Perhaps... no sledding today, then.”

The cabin was straight out of a storybook, its roof blanketed in snow and its windows glowing warmly. Inside, the air smelled of pine and cinnamon, and the soft crackle of a fire filled the cozy space.

König had already brought in a fresh tree, its branches stretching nearly to the ceiling. Together, you spent the evening decorating it, though it quickly became clear that König’s large hands were not meant for handling fragile ornaments.

When he accidentally crushed a tiny ceramic reindeer, he froze, his expression one of sheer panic. “Scheiße,” he muttered under his breath. “I... I am sorry.”

You laughed, picking up a glittering bauble. “It’s fine, König. Just stick to the garland, okay?”

He nodded, his eyes lighting up at your teasing. Carefully, he set to work draping the golden ribbon around the tree, pausing occasionally to glance over at you.

On Christmas morning, you woke to the smell of freshly baked pastries. You found König in the kitchen, his hands covered in flour as he carefully pulled a tray of strudels from the oven.

“I... tried,” he said sheepishly, holding up one of the slightly lopsided pastries.

You took a bite, grinning as the flaky crust melted on your tongue. “It’s perfect,” you said, meaning every word.

When it came time to exchange gifts, you handed him a neatly wrapped package. Inside was a hand-knit scarf in his favorite color.

“You made this?” he asked, his voice tinged with awe.

You nodded, and he pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around you like a fortress. “Thank you, mein Schatz,” he murmured.

His gift to you was the snowflake ornament, now hanging proudly on the tree. “It reminded me of you,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Delicate, beautiful... and special.”

You smiled, your heart full. “Thank you, König. For everything.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Frohe Weihnachten,” he whispered.

Translation:

Merry Christmas, my treasure

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[saintfelina]

when you want to feel sultry, sexy, and dominant. you may want to go for a boozy perfume. smelling them feels like sipping an expensive cognac at an upscale restaurant. but they can also be the life of the party, fitting for those who've spent liquor soaked nights dancing the night away.

the interesting thing about these, is that they tend to be masculine, or at least marketed that way. very few boozy fragranes are marketed towards women.

despite the name, a boozy fragrance doesn't need an alcohol note, it can be a certain amount of vanilla, plum notes, dried fruit and oak. these are things normally seen in the creation and fermentation of alcohol. but alcohol notes an be deep and rich like cognac, brandy and rum, or they can be bright and fizzy like champagne.

jazz club lives up to its name, as it's very evocative of the sultry nature of the titular place. it's a smoky rum scent that settles beautifully on the skin as long as you don't overspray, its a true unisex in my opinion

there's a review of plum in cognac that goes along like lines of "i fell like i came home one night and got drunk off of this" and that's the best way to describe it. a jammy, plummy, boozy scent that's so intoxicating you'll get tipsy off one sniff.

one of the few of the fragrances in elizabeth & james nirvana line that still exists. nirvana bourbon is a smooth, potent whiskey. i wore this on many drunk nights out before gifting it to my mom bc i got blackout while wearing it. despite that it's beautiful, it has a slight spice to it and it's almost the the barrel the whiskey was aged in.

lets make things lighter with lolita lempicka's oh ma biche. this is an effervescent, sparkling citrus. it's a sparkling belini-champagne cocktail. this more marie antoinettes champagne tower. its fruity and festive and fun.

franck boclet vinyl is a boozy whiskey cola. filled with richness and depth, it's equally playful and sexy. a leather jacket over a tight mini dress. there's a dark chocolate underneath that makes it a little sweet.

wet cherry liquor is a dirty shirley in a bottle. the best boozy cherry if not the best cherry you'll ever smell. she's the party girl, the backstage bambi getting in with all the rockstars. they write songs about her liquor cherry sent.

cherry amaretto is a sweet, syrupy scent. more of a spiked cherry punch than a cherry wine. you'll either love or hate this.

this is an earthy boozy scent. bourbon brewed in an old shack thats been passed down through generations. you use it for both rituals and pleasure.

1697 by frapin is a masterclass in boozy scents, and given this is crated by a rum/cognac brand. it's a spiced rum and many pick out a chocolate note, like a spiced boozy chocolate drink. it opens dry before settling into something warmer.

ending with a classic, kilian angels' share is the perfume you think of when it comes to boozy scents. it smells like you poured a bottle of cognac. there's a welcoming sweetness to it and it has an apple-like undercurrent that makes it feminine enough to not be intimidating.

[nocandnc]

For Valentine's Day, Aira is the type to hand out obligation chocolates to just about everyone. Or rather, she was the type until she stopped putting on airs and her classmates grew distant.

She can't blithely pass out treats and smiles to all the boys like it's nothing. Not anymore.

This year, she's only buying for three - no, four high-school boys - and her wallet is admittedly much happier for it.

Maybe she is too.

Sakata gets a plain Meiji chocolate bar - the kind of thing she'd give out to nobodies in the past. He's not a nobody, but no need to tell him that.

Her dear Takakura-kun gets a fancy box of TRUE LOVE CHOCOLATES. That's what the store marketed them as after all. She'll tell herself it's real too, even though she's not nearly as elated as she thought she'd be when he thanks her for them. Something feels a bit off - his smile too mild, her heart too steady.

She puts those thoughts away for now and heads to Class B.

Aira struts up to a certain redhead's desk and smacks two boxes down in front of him - dark and milk chocolate respectively. "Happy Valentine's Day, Enjoji."

The young man seems uncharacteristically stunned by the declaration. Was it the force of her delivery that shook him, or was her beauty and charm just too much to take in? Either way, she's thankful for the silence.

But all good things must come to an end.

"Gee, Jiji - how come you get two Valentine's presents?" Ayase Momo snickers from her desk, conveniently ignoring the pile of gifts he'd already received since first period. "Really going hard on confessing, huh Aira?"

"It's obligatory you skank!"

Aira shoots Momo a glare and then Jiji for good measure. He may not have said anything yet, but she just knows there's nonsense brewing in that head of his.

"This one is yours" she tells him while his mouth is still closed, tapping hard on the box of dark chocolates. "And this one," she shifts her finger to the milk chocolate beside it, "is for Evil Eye. Understand?"

A nod of the head would have sufficed. To her annoyance, Enjoji Jin finally decides to start talking.

"Awe, shucks Aira! Separate boxes for the two of us!? That's so kyooOWIE!!"

A swift kick to the shin puts a stop to Jiji's gushing.

"And you better believe I'm expecting two presents on White Day!!"

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(She visits little Chiquitita after school of course - arms laden with every variety of chocolate milk she could find.)

[water-loos]

Chocolate

“We’re dressed in black from head to toe, we’ve got guns hidden under our petticoats”

dealer!eddie x witchy!ditsy!fem!reader

masterlist

cw: drug mention, drug use mention, tooth rotting fluff

wc: 1,504

“Babe, just because they’re purple and you like the color does not mean that the Blazy’s are better,” Eddie groaned for the umpteenth time, looking at the older man behind the smoke shop counter for a lifeline.

“They’re the same price as the RAW cones! You’re the one who said we should expand the market and try and get some new customers. I’m telling you, all of my friends would start buying from you if they were getting a purple preroll. Even better if it’s a purple preroll of the special dreaming blend that I came up with,” You smiled brightly, long, dark nails tapping excitedly on the glass countertop. “It’s a great marketing tactic.”

“Sweetheart—“

“She’s got a point, Eddie. The ladies love it when their shit is all pretty,” The shop owner snorted.

“Thank you, Dennis!” You motioned toward the man, rings clacking on the counter as your hand came to rest on top. “A little sexist, but correct. Please, Eddie?”

When Eddie looked back at you, you could see his eyes melt. “Fine. Give me two shorts, two regulars, and two kings.”

“One pink, one purple?”

“Yes please!” You reached up to kiss your boyfriend right on the apple of his cheek, leaving behind a black cherry-colored lipstick mark. “I promise it’ll be worth it. I’ll pinky swear on it.”

“You get your cones and your blend, that’s it,” His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he looked down at you pointedly. “That’s it. I’m not having you take over my business, alright?”

“Mhm. That’s it. Just those,” You confirmed, nodding your head. “Can you ring up a few of those fun little incense cones in a separate order, Dennis? I’m running out and I need some for my altar.”

“Will do, sweetie. Just don’t give your man any more trouble, alright?”

“On my life, I will not give him any more trouble.”

——

You swore up and down that you would stop at the cones and the special blend of weed and other herbs.

But then you found a pack of navy blue mesh bags covered in tiny stars that could comfortably fit half an ounce at the craft store. In the clearance aisle. For $2.99.

“Baby, you have got to be kidding me,” Eddie sighed, watching you come in the door, platform boots stomping excitedly as you bounded into the living room of your shared trailer, the bags clutched in your hands. “Don’t tell me those are what I think they are.”

“They are that exactly! Aren’t they cute? Look,” You swung yourself into his lap, legs hanging over the arm of the rocker he had been lounging in. His arm instinctively wrapped around you and rested on your hip, making sure you wouldn’t fall off. “They can fit at least half an ounce and still have room. Not to mention the amount of prerolls you can fit! And they tie super nicely so you can keep everything together!”

His head buried into the crook of your neck, his dramatic groaning rumbling against your skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Is that a yes? Please tell me that’s a yes,” You immediately get excited, dropping the bags into your lap and looping your arms around his drooping shoulders. “Have I told you I love you this afternoon? If not, I love you. I love you more than the sky and the sea and the moon and the stars—“

“Yes, angel, you’ve told me you love me more than I can count today,” He laughed sweetly, lifting his head to look at your expression. You could tell he was trying so hard to stand his ground, but the smile on his lips gave him away. “I can’t let you use the bags, though. It’ll ruin my reputation.”

“What, your reputation among college kids who invite you to every function even though you graduated two years early?” You joke, nodding toward his high school and college diplomas, which were framed above your fireplace. “What a thing to ruin!”

“Are you really going to bring up me graduating every chance you get?”

“Absolutely,” You kissed him sweetly, one hand smoothing over his hair. “My smart boy.”

“Okay, now you’re just buttering me up, you sap,” He ducked away, watching you cackle with a grin on his face. “How about we compromise?”

“A compromise?”

“Yes. You can make your fancy little prerolls with your mix and put them in your pretty little bags,” Your eyes widened, surprised that he was letting you do it that easily. “But, nothing else. No edibles, no flower, and none of the raw cones I’m still working through, okay?”

“I can work with that! It’s like a little side business! A partnership!”

“Yep. A partnership,” He tapped your hip and sat up slightly. “Let’s go get some stuff ready for later, alright? I’ve got to drop off to those monthly guys up in Chicago tonight.”

“Let me text some people and see if they want anything,” You got up off his lap, handing the bags off to him as he rose. “Can you put these at my seat while I go grab us some drinks?”

Eddie sighed heavily, rolling his eyes playfully. “Yes, sweetheart.”

“I love you, just a reminder!” You called as you left the room, a shit-eating grin on your face.

——

You ended up finding a few friends from college who lived in the city and wanted to try the new “dream bundles” as you called them. Each bundle was packaged with care and love, and Eddie watched endearingly as you meticulously packed each and every cone, lined them up in the bags, and even included some candies from your personal stash. The bags looked almost comical next to the brown bags that your boyfriend’s regular orders were in, but as you piled into his van, both his and your bags piled into one of your many tote bags, they looked perfect together.

He held your hand the whole two-hour drive into the city, a mixture of alternative rock and metal blaring through the speakers as you both sang along at the top of your lungs, a smile permanently etched into your lips. Eddie even let you be the one to run the bags up to each of his clients, watching with a lovesick smile and your favorite puppy dog eyes as each and every one of them smiled, happy to see you and your bubbly personality.

You practically skipped away from the final house of the night, grinning from ear to ear. You had sweet-talked the customer, a 6’3 and honestly terrifying security guard, into buying a couple of your special bundles for his girlfriend, who had waved at you from behind the open door.

With your empty tote bag swinging from your hand and your front pockets full of cash, you pranced up to Eddie, who leaned against the side of his van with a grin that could stop hearts on his face. Except, he was looking at you, who was the picture of joy.

“D’you see? I got him to buy three bundles! I told you they’d be a big seller,” You smiled brightly, chains jingling as you rocked back and forth on your heels. “He got them for his new girlfriend and he said he’d let you know how she likes them.”

“That’s great sweetheart,” He reached forward to pull you close and kiss your cheek. He watched you pull the big bills of cash out of your pocket, folded perfectly and all in the same direction and put it into his pocket instead. “We make a good team.”

“The best! You’ve gotta let me keep doing this, babe,” You pull your tote bag over your shoulder and loop your hands around his neck, stepping on the tiptoes of your boots. “They love me. And it’s so fun!”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head. “What kind of influence am I, huh? Getting you to enjoy this whole thing?”

“The worst ever,” You hum, smiling at his almost drunk expression as he looked at you. “I think my parents would have a conniption if they knew what I was out doing right now.”

“Oh, what will I ever do if your parents find out that I’ve corrupted their precious angel?” He laid the sarcasm on thick, reveling at the giggle you let out as he smushed a kiss to the soft skin of your cheek. He pulled back after, pecked a quick kiss to your lips, and tapped your hip with the hand that held his car keys. “C’mon. Let’s get home and pack a bowl with some of that mix you’ve been selling. I wanna see what it’s all about.”

“Really?”

He stepped back and opened the passenger side door for you. “Really really.”

“Yes!” You celebrated, grabbing his face and smacking a kiss to his lips before you leaned down into your seat. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.”

[midnight-mourning]

(Unexpected) Season's Greetings

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 7❄️❄️

guhhh it's HERE, this got long, it's now going to be ch. 1 of a multi chap fic, I'm going feral over this, pom what have you done-

ahem, anywho, so this is a little something of an au of Confused Spirit (an au of an au if you will) called Holiday Spirit!

Set in a holiday village instead of the plex, reader works as an animatronic technician/blacksmith and encounters a pair of guard bots that are in the village for sceurity purposes (guess who lmao) won't explain the whole plot as this story covers most of it but something to keep in mind is this; the characters here ARE CS characters, but the story is different than CS. As in, the characterizations are the same in how they act, but certain plot points differ as well as the origins for character motivations and such. That is to say, take anything here and in the story that follows with a grain of salt in regards to Confused Spirit. Okay? Okay. Enjoy!

Prompt: I have pondered the orb for a very-super specific scenario, and I THINK!! I have cooked one up that's hopefully fun to tackle... :3c A tree lighting ceremony in a historical town, decorated to the nines as a Holiday village! Its dark, its cold, the world is blanketed in snow-- but there's hot chocolate, a crowd, and beautiful light displays. (Atmosphere, ✓) The DCA is one of the robots/animatronics stationed to interact with guests/assist security. Part of whatever company is in charge of all the lighting/special effects etc that the Town hired. (DCA, ✓) Find a lost kid, or a lost kid stumbles upon them--get them to safety. I keep thinking about hot cocoa & melting peppermint sticks in, so maybe they get the kid a cup to warm up? :3 Whether the kid is the reader's kid, sibling, etc-- they find them, frazzled. (Reader, ✓) Tree lighting, together! Fireworks, together! Could interrupt their conversation, play it all out wherever whimsy takes you (This could be an AU of confused spirit -- AU within an AU, I enjoy the inception x3 Take whatcha want outta the word salad here, dont worry about adding it all in!!)

Word Count: 2846

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"I just don't know about this Abs." You say, huddling further into your coat as the wind blows by. 

Your friend nudges your shoulder. "What? Afraid of a little light show? Come on, it's the holidays! Or holiday time, anyway. What's the harm that can come from that?"

You shake your head, dodging past another bunch of people eagerly walking through the displays. "I'm just not a fan of so many capital people in town I guess..."

Your cozy little village was on the map for one reason and one reason only, the grand evergreen tree that sat in the middle of the square, assumed to be hundreds of years old, which was always decorated extravagantly for the holidays. Tonight was the lighting ceremony that would officially kick off the holiday season. 

You were, not exactly enthused about it, for the reasons you've already shared. People from everywhere came to gather in your village—which, mind you could hardly accommodate so many extra bodies—to watch the lighting ceremony and partake in the festivities. 

If you were younger and more carefree, you'd have enjoyed the commotion, you used to love people watching from the roof of your house, watching the fireworks display and cuddling up against the chill of the night air with—

You stop, the memory's gone, faded. Grown over with a bitterness and a grief you're more familiar with nowadays. Still, it does irk you that a memory from so long before the accident is so foggy. But, you let it pass you by like all the rest. It was better that way. 

The only reason you were out here now was for your siblings, and really just the older of the two. Gabe was just a baby, he wouldn't remember this. Lisa on the other hand would probably be upset if you didn't uphold the family tradition of watching the ceremony and visiting the night market and lights displays. 

"Oh, I think it's good for you to get out of that shop of yours every so often. Think the smoke fumes would get to your head otherwise." Abby slings her arm over your shoulder and flicks your forehead. 

You rub the spot, frowning. "Gee, thanks."

"I'm just saying, you gotta a live a little more." The slightly sad smile on her face doesn't miss your gaze. "If not for yourself then for them, yeah?"

You nod, sighing, and relent, offering a small smile in return. "Yeah, you're right."

"Speaking of, where's Lisa and Jack?"

You turn forward again. "They should be over by the—oh no."

Sure enough, neither your sister nor Abby's brother are where they should be. Immediately, you panic. You start looking around for the pair, calling their names as you weave through the crowd, which thickens as you move closer to the town square. When you arrive near the tree, still waiting on the lights to be finished prepping, and the king to show up, you and Abby decide to split to cover more ground. 

While she heads to the side of town towards the lake, you head in the direction of the remaining market you'd yet to explore. 

Meanwhile you try to keep calm. While Lisa had a penchant of running off—especially when around a certain friend of hers by the name of Gregory—you were particularly worried because of the amount of people. Not to mention, there was always the concern of something worse happening. 

Everybody was aware of the disappearances happening all across the capital. Whispers of children vanishing without a trace sent ripples throughout your quiet town, and with the king himself in your village, there were concerns that he'd bring with him whatever it was that was causing these missing cases, not unlike those that happened so many years before. 

But, thinking like that wouldn't find your sister, and so you have to bury those thoughts and focus. Think logically. If you were an eight year old girl with her friend who'd follow her anywhere, where would you go?

At that moment, you hear Gabe's stomach rumble and it clicks. Somewhere with food it is then. 

Along the way, you take note of the additional security that's present this year. Seems the threats that'd been directed towards the monarchy as of late weren't being taken lightly. It also didn't slip past your mind that the majority, if not all, this additional protection consisted of machines. 

Many looked exactly alike, large wide eyes and blank faces, though there was the occasional difference. For example, a bear and a rabbit animatronic stationed together, the bear standing tall and resolute, while the rabbit lounged casually beside him. If you remember correctly, you recall both a wolf and a gator roaming around the square with the tree, as well. 

You were half tempted to ask them if they'd seen your sister or Jack, but decided against it in the end. While you worked on animatronics and machines in general every day, you preferred not to talk with your clientele outside of work. It was better that way. Better to not mix business and pleasure. You'd learned that the hard way—

A rogue scream interrupts your train of thought. One that sounds far too familiar to not investigate. No one else seemed to hear above the chattering crowd, but when it happens again, coming from a nearby alleyway, you know it's Lisa. 

You force yourself through the crowd, stumbling into the alley, and head towards where you heard the sound. But by the time you get near the end, you see no sign of your sister. 

You sigh, defeated, and near the edge of tears. You run a hand through your hair, stressed. This is all your fault again, why can't you just do anything right—

There's a loud creak above you, followed by the sound of mechanical clicking. You look up in time for something to land on the ground in front of you, something else dropping down onto the railing of the fire escape just above that. 

The figure on the ground rises, slow, calculated, while the one on the railing stares down at you, red eyes narrowed and head tilted. 

They're wearing the same outfit as the other guards from before, red coats and blue pants, with gold and white detailing spread throughout. The one standing has shimmers of gold near the bottom edge of his coat, not unsimilar to the sky near dusk, from what you can see of the other's there's bits of purply-blue, reminiscent of twilight. 

You take brief note of the hats adorning them both, but it's their faces that catch you off guard. Not because they're animatronics like all the rest, either. 

Celestial bots, the two of them. The one perching has features of the moon, a bluish-white crescent for the right side of his face, and  deep blue for the other. His counterpart, the one standing in-front of you, has the features of the sun, with that same crescent combination, only yellow and a softer shade of blue, instead. 

None of you say anything for a moment. Simply watching, waiting. You glance briefly to the end of the alley, knowing you'd unlikely be able to make it should this turn sour. Though, you really hope not. 

"Can we help you, friend?" The sunny one asks, head clicking to the side, white eyes narrowing.

You're too surprised to speak for a moment. But you're not entirely sure as to why. Finally, you shake your head, coming out of your daze. "I, maybe. I'm, looking for someone. Well, someones. Two kids, boy and a girl. Have they come through here by any chance?"

"And we should tell you because...?" 

His tone catches you off guard, but you're hopeful. "I, the girl's my sister. She ran off with her friend, my friend's brother and we've been looking everywhere for them. Please, if you've seen them, I, I need to know."

You take note of the way the sun bot is examining his hands, paying special attention to the way he taps the gold, claw-tipped finger on his left hand. You swallow, you're not stupid, you know a threat when you see one. You want to instinctively reach back for Gabe, but resist.

After a moment, the yellow animatronic laughs. Looking back over to you. He takes a quick stride, looming over you suddenly. "Sounds like a bit too coincidental of a story, don't you think, friend?"

The one on the railing tsks. "Careful." 

The sun relents, stepping back with a grumble, smile faltering. 

Your shoulders relax for a moment, though only for a moment. 

The moon rests his chin in his hand. Red eyes narrowed cheekily. "But not too careful."

They turn to each other then, speaking in hushed tones. You strain to make out what they're saying. 

"—They do look similar, though only slightly. But what—"

"I think you're being paranoid. Not to mention a bit..."

"I believe cautious is the word you're searching for." A pause. "And I'm not..."

"It's not. But I certainly—what else could that twitch in your eye mean?"

Once the whispering becomes harsher and harder to discern is when you realize they're just bickering now. But before you can interrupt, a sneeze emits from the bundle strapped to your back, followed by the sound of giggling. 

Both bots cease their fighting and whip to face you. You see your opportunity. 

You turn around, pointing both thumbs down at your brother. "Look, she looks a lot more like him than me. If that's not enough I don't know what is."

Before you can face the two again, you find yourself being picked up by your shoulders and spun around. 

You understand what's happening when you hear the yellow bot speak, in a much lighter tone than before. "Well hello there little friend! Aren't you just the cutest little bundle of joy I've ever seen? Are you warm enough? Should I get you another hat, another scarf maybe?"

You continue to be spun around, Gabe giggling and squealing with delight. Finally you have to say something as your world grows dizzy. 

"Hey! I'm also here you know!"

As if on cue, you're set down again. Nearly stumbling before a hand rests on your shoulder. 

Glancing up, you see the sun animatronic cough into his gloved hand. "Well then, I suppose that will do." He turns and nods to his partner. "Go get them."

"A please would be nice."

He tilts his head, grin as wide as ever. "It would, wouldn't it?"

A moment's pause, the moon's eyes narrowing. Then, with a snicker, he rises, balancing on the railing before leaping up, disappearing over the edge of the roof. Leaving you alone. 

It takes you a moment to notice his counterpart is back to fawning over your brother. Cooing at him while Gabe delights in the attention. 

"And what's your name, little friend?" He asks.

You answer. "Gabriel. And yours?"

Quiet for a moment. A long moment. Then—

"Take a guess."

You tsk, but figured as much. "Not going to ask mine then?"

"No need. I've heard all about you already."

You twist slightly. "What's that supposed to—"

You're stopped by the sound of that same shriek from earlier, but now you realize that it wasn't one of fear, but of pure unhindered joy. 

The moon bot—or Moon, you suppose—lands on the ground not far from you. In his arms is your sister and Jack. 

"Lisa! Jack! Thank god." You rush over to them both, scooping them up in your own arms once they've been set down. "What in the world were you two thinking running off like that?"

You release them again, and they both mutter apologies. 

Your sister kicks her foot against the ground. "We just wanted to get a better look at the tree..."

"But then we got lost." Jack continues. 

You sigh, ruffling the hair on both their heads. "Next time, wait for me and Abby, yeah? If you wanted to get a closer look we could've walked faster."

"Sorry..." Lisa shakes her head, "But it's okay! Mr. Sun, and Mr. Moon took good care of us in the meantime!"

"Yeah! We got hot chocolate, and Mr. Moon took us for a ride!"

You smile. "Well if that's the case, what do we say then?"

Both kids turn to the bots. "Thank you!"

"Of course!"

"Our pleasure."

You stand up again, nodding once. "We better get going, or we're going to miss the ceremony." You glance between the two animatronics. "Thank you both again. I, don't know what I would've done if you hadn't found them." You lower your voice to speak more to yourself. "Probably sock someone... to be honest."

You start to usher the kids out of the alley, but don't miss the gaze exchanged between the guards. Just as you've turned around, you're startled to find Sun has slipped his arm to intertwine with yours. 

"We'll accompany you back to the square. It's the least we can do after such a scare!" He nods to the kids, already starting to get ahead again. "Moon will watch the children. Won't you?"

There's a sound, similar to grinding gears, behind you. Then a chuckle. "Of course."

He walks ahead, and plucks the two off the ground, raising them to ride on his shoulders. 

"Oh, I couldn't ask that of you—"

Sun's claw-tipped finger taps against your arm, head tilting as he looks down to you. "I insist." Then, cheery again. "We'd really be more than happy to!"

"I, okay."

The three of you make your way back to the square, Moon slightly ahead of you with the kids. 

"So, friend, are you excited?"

You chuckle. "For what part?"

"Any of it, I suppose. It's quite the spectacle!" Sun says, looking around. 

You can't deny it, it is lovely tonight. The chattering villagers and capital citizens, everyone in nothing but high spirits. The warm lights of the street lamps and string bulbs put up especially for the event. Children run and play amongst the crowed, going stall to stall. A small bit of snow falls from the sky, not quite coating or adding to the current piles that litter the streets. 

Your smile is small, soft. "Yeah. It is. Can I be honest with you though?"

Sun nods. 

"I just, I guess it just, hasn't done much for me in quite a few years." You shake your head. "Used to, don't get me wrong. Used to love all of it. But now it's just, well, I'm here for them more than me, you know?"

You notice that you've made it just in time for the tree lighting. The king's already begun his spiel. You wouldn't be paying attention anyway. Hell, you don't even think his kids are. 

Additionally, Abby must've spotted you, rushing over to where Moon stands with your siblings, looking relieved. 

"Is there any particular reason for that?" His face snaps down to yours. "Do you think?"

The tone shift catches you off guard. "I, um—" You pause, noticing something. Particularly, Sun's rays. They're patterned in a way you wouldn't expect for a guard animatronic. And the baubles at the points of each remind you of bells. Kind of like—"Were you always programmed to be guard bot?"

The tables turn. His eyes widen, wide grin faltering. Instinctively, your hand reaches up to inspect further. "These remind me of something."

"I—"

Suddenly, the crowd erupts into a cheer. Immediately the two of you break apart, and you turn just in time to watch the tree burst with lights. Starting from the bottom and rapidly climbing the tree in a spiral that ends with a flash of light from the star at the top. Seconds after, fireworks start to burst in the sky. 

Despite the lack of joy the festival has given you the past several years, in that moment you can't help the smile that slips across your face. 

A soft chuckle from beside you. "Pretty as ever, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is."

A hand rests on your shoulder. Glancing up you see it's Moon. "Lovely meeting you, Star. But we should get back to our posts. Right, Sun?"

A pause. Then. "Of course! Our job here is done." Sun releases your arm, turning to face you. "Until next time, friend." 

Sun bows, and Moon does the same, but takes your hand, pressing the back of it to his face plate. It makes you laugh, the edges of your ears burning, and not just from the cold. 

Before you can say anything more, Sun takes Moon by his padded shoulders and marches him back in the direction they came. 

You don't get to think on the encounter further, as your preoccupied once more with wrangling your sister and—trying—to enjoy the evening with your friend. Though, given this was only the beginning of the month's celebrations, you expected you'd be seeing them again potentially. 

And if they had anything to say about it, you would.

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Thank you @divinit3a for this request, I am gripping you by the shoulders and spinning you around like sun did to reader bc GRAHHHH THIS WAS GENIUS-i did a little bit of a spin from the original idea but I think it turned out alright >_<

Anywho, expect to see more of these three when i catch up on requests and spend some time on my Secret Santa :) Additionally, you can find the outfit designs for these guys over in Pom's post here. I suggest you check it out, had me SWOONING I'll probably make a post for this au in more detail sometime in the next few days but that's all for now, thanks for reading!

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[jinnieboosworld]

Christmas Ornament

December 1

Part of the 31 Days of Fic Event

Summary: At a Christmas market, you and Hyunjin reach for the same ornament, sparking a sweet evening of laughter, shared holiday traditions, and tender, snow-dusted moments.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 981

@k-labels @skzstarnet

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The Christmas market was buzzing with life—families with children bundled in scarves, couples huddled close, and groups of friends laughing as they wandered between stalls. You stood in front of a table covered in ornaments, your eyes scanning the selection until one caught your attention.

It was simple but beautiful: a glass bauble painted with a snowy cabin surrounded by pine trees. Just as you reached for it, another hand brushed yours.

“Sorry!” you both blurted at the same time, pulling back quickly.

You turned to see a tall guy with dark hair poking out from under a gray beanie, his cheeks pink from the cold. He grinned sheepishly and stepped back a little. “You go ahead. It’s all yours.”

“No, it’s okay,” you said, gesturing for him to take it. “You saw it too.”

“Maybe, but you actually look like you’d appreciate it more,” he said, glancing at the ornament.

You laughed at the unexpected comment. “What does that even mean?”

He shrugged, his grin widening. “I don’t know, but it felt right to say.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, shaking your head as you picked up the bauble. “Fine, I’ll take it. But only if I get to keep it full-time. You can’t come back asking for visitation rights.”

He laughed, a warm, full sound that felt like it cut through the chill in the air. “Deal. Though I might regret letting it go so easily.”

“You should,” you quipped, still smiling as you handed the ornament to the vendor and pulled out your wallet.

Before you could pay, he placed a hand on your arm. “Wait—let me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re really committed to this ‘no regrets’ thing, huh?”

“Absolutely,” he said, handing over the cash with a grin. “Now it’s officially yours.”

“Well, thanks,” you said, tucking the ornament under your arm. “But don’t think you’re getting off that easy. I’m buying you something now.”

He smirked. “You can try. But it better be good.”

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Hyunjin turned out to be easy company. The two of you wandered the market with steaming cups of hot chocolate, pausing at different stalls to admire handmade crafts and laugh at the more unusual finds.

“Do you come here a lot?” he asked as you stopped in front of a stall selling knitted hats.

“Not really,” you said, tugging your scarf tighter. “But it’s kind of a tradition when I have time. You?”

“First time in a while,” he said, brushing a bit of snow off his shoulder. “I usually avoid crowds like this, but something about tonight felt different.”

Before you could respond, he picked up a small wooden star ornament from a nearby stall and turned it over in his hands.

“What about this one?” he asked, holding it up. “Too plain?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s nice. Simple, but it works.”

“Great,” he said, placing it in your hand. “Then it’s yours.”

“Wait, what?” you said, surprised. “You can’t just keep giving me ornaments.”

“Sure I can,” he said easily, smiling. “It’s my way of making sure tonight’s memorable for both of us.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or feel flustered. “Okay, but if I’m taking this, then I’m getting you something in return. Fair’s fair.”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. “That’s bold of you. What if I don’t like what you pick?”

“Guess you’ll have to risk it,” you said, already walking toward the next stall.

After a few minutes of searching, you found a small ceramic snowman figurine and held it up with a triumphant grin. “How about this?”

Hyunjin chuckled, pretending to inspect it closely. “You’ve got good taste. I’ll allow it.”

You handed it to the vendor and paid before he could protest, earning a playful shake of his head. “Quick on the draw,” he said, pocketing the figurine.

The two of you continued walking, sharing quiet jokes and stories as the market began to wind down. By the time you reached the exit, the snow had picked up again, falling softly around you.

“This was fun,” he said, his tone lighter now. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”

You smiled, brushing a bit of snow off your sleeve. “You kind of invited yourself, but I’ll admit it was more fun than I expected.”

He laughed, then hesitated. “Take care of those ornaments, okay? They deserve a good home.”

You nodded, holding up the wooden star. “Only if you promise to take care of the snowman.”

“Deal,” he said, slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Maybe,” you said, watching as he turned to leave.

As you made your way home, the ornaments in your bag felt like more than just decorations—they were little reminders of a night that turned out to be unexpectedly perfect.

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A week later, you found yourself back at the market, wandering through the now-familiar stalls. As you rounded a corner, you nearly bumped into someone. Looking up, you were met with the same warm smile and dark beanie from before.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Hyunjin said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Guess this place grew on me,” you replied, holding up a small bag of ornaments you’d just bought. “What about you? Came to reclaim your visitation rights?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, I think I’ll settle for an update every now and then. If you’re willing to share your number?”

The unexpected question caught you off guard, but his easy grin made you smile. “I think I can do that.”

Handing over your phone, you watched as he quickly typed in his number and sent himself a text. “Now I’ll know where to send my snowman updates,” he said, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Looking forward to it,” you said, your cheeks warm despite the winter chill.

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[joc3lynn]

𝘿𝙞𝘼𝙍𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝘼 𝙒𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙔 𝙆𝙄𝘿 𝘿𝙍 ⋆♱✮♱⋆ (rodrick rules)

🦇𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑🎸

THE OVERALL AESTHETIC & ViBE

a life full of unfiltered teenage mayhem, trouble, chaos, borderline illegal fun.

MERCY

17, loves smoking weed with Rodrick, pranking Greg, listening to metal, plays the drums, in a polycule and is in the band Loded Diper.

SCENARIOS

1. Making a band called “Loded Diper but worse” where for our first gig we would be sabotaging a school talent show with a death metal cover of baby shark resulting us being banned from the school.

2. We find the moldy chocolate milk in the school and declare the new cheese touch to start elementary panic, then one of us starts a dark market for immunity bracelets where you have to lick it constantly per day to get immunity. Just watching the school descend into madness and teachers get involved.

3. Rodrick gets stuck babysitting Manny, bribing me and my significant others to help. Us teaching him how to curse in different languages, convincing him he is a Nigerian prince, and teaching him how to build a flamethrower out of markers and hairspray. By the end of the night he became the coolest (and terrifying) kindergartener ever. The parents will NEVER forgive us.

4. We turn Rodricks basement into a fake haunted houses to scam little kids into giving them their money. We would play the ghost bride in a torn prom dress with ketchup as blood, standing there as the “Demon Clown” but we are just making funny faces, and lie way too still and then suddenly move to scare the kids.

5. The prank war with Greg. First we replace Gregs diary entries with romantic fan-fiction of him and Fregley, then hack the school announcements to play our worst song on loop, Gregs revenge being he photoshops all of us into embarrassing memes, prints them as posters and then display them all over the town.

inspiration by @zaddizu