#MOE WHERE????

[rhinedottirau]

Also friend who cut me off posted some time back that they "slept on Frieren bc they thought it would be all 'moe moe' garbage but that they were presently surprised. however it's still 90% 'moe moe' garbage"

MOE MOE WHERE???? LMAO?? DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT MOE MEANS???

maybe sometimes when Himmel is on screen but still WHAT?????

[gravitysoda]

using his cuteness to manipulate the target...

[wolfsplosion]

ermm hello chilaios nation

[baeshijima]

imagine being a baker stationed in marmoreal market, okhema.

it has been a few months since you first started the business. as is with most, it was a slow start. in the beginning only few took interest, probably curious about the new the dessert shop popping up from seemingly nowhere. you’d garnered a loyal set of regulars, however, who always came for either something sweet to kickstart their day before work, or to treat themselves before they went back home.

in between those times? sparse. but you made it work… somehow.

what it did allow for, however, was the trial and error of new desserts! you can’t always be following the same recipes as everyone else; you have to put you and your craft out there!

…which brings you to now.

“so?” you prod, fiddling with the hem of your apron as you watch mydei chew a piece of the freshly baked golden honeycake. “how is it?”

having mydei in your shop is nothing new. he was the first to know about you wanting to open this shop in the first place, after all — back when you were an aspiring baker and he a runaway crown prince trying to find refuge for his people in okhema. despite his duties as a chrysos heir, he still manages to pop in every day when not away for a mission. how? well, you chalk it up to his sweet tooth and appointed position as your official taste tester.

a pleased hum escapes him; the soft clinks of cutlery rings out once more.

“i prefer your version of the golden honeycake compared to the traditional one,” he comments, taking another bite of the pancake. lifting his gaze to meet yours, a fork is outstretched towards you, a neatly cut square of the golden honeycake skewered on its prongs. “what made you want to change the recipe?”

“oh, that?” arms braced against the small two-person table, you lean towards the fork. a soft sweetness coats your tongue as you concoct a reply. “well, i wanted to make something you would like as a little thank you. you’ve supported me to pursue this dream for a while now. if it weren’t for you…” your voice tapers, eyes softening and lips spreading into an appreciative smile as you meet his slightly widened eyes. “if it weren’t for you, i doubt i would’ve had the courage to make it this far. so thank you, mydei, for being with me during this time.”

“it’s… it’s no problem.” mydei responds after a brief silence, the words briefly interrupted by a swift clearing of his throat as he glances away. “think nothing of it.”

save for your pleased hums, idle comments on new recipes you want to try, and the bustle of marmoreal market just beyond the walls, tranquility befalls your space.

when mydei calls out your name, you halt at the unusually resolute tone. “your efforts will come to fruition. i will make sure of that.”

---

well. sure enough, his words came true. the sight of the shop filled with customers and the long queue trickling into marmoreal market is evident proof of that.

when faced with the sudden influx of customers just two weeks ago, you thought it might’ve been a hallucination concocted by zagreus themself to torment you.

it was only after the thirteenth order of golden honeycake did you start to suspect zagreus wouldn’t waste their time on such a trivial matter on a speck of dust such as yourself. the real nail in the coffin was when you overheard some rather telling chatter between two ladies.

“wow! this modified version of the golden honeycake really is amazing! no wonder crown prince mydeimos loves it!”

“i wonder how they managed to get him to promote it…”

…if you knew having mydei say a few good words about your baked goods would boost your sales exponentially, you would have asked if he wanted to be a part-timer back when you first opened! looking at his withering stare and rather prominent frown as he waits for you to finish your closing shift, however, has you rethinking the choice.

(well, even with him being a prude, mydei would still undeniably draw in customers, so maybe asking him wouldn’t do any harm…)

unbeknownst to you, mydei’s down-trodden mood has to do with the very customers you’re trying to draw in. maybe if he wasn’t so weak to your dismayed gaze and kicked puppy demeanour when a less than satisfactory number of customers came into the shop every now and then, he wouldn’t be feeling so neglected by the attention you’re giving to the crowds of customers now barging their way into your shop.

a subtle grimace flashed across his features. what are they, a bunch of starving dogs fighting to get their meals? don’t they know basic manners? etiquette?

seriously, just until recently it was always quiet in the mornings. it was always just you baking and getting the store ready, and him watching you do your craft, helping out wherever he could — namely in taste-testing said baked goods.

in spite of the part of himself which regrets spreading the word of your talents and having them hog all your attention, the larger part of himself knows you deserve all of this at the very least.

he has witnessed your dedication and continuous efforts to make this dream of yours come true throughout the years you’ve known each other, and it certainly would be no lie if he said you’d weasled your way into his heart. from that day you’d offered him and his people baked goods and drinks upon their arrival in okhema, mydei should have known there would be no escape from seeking you out, ultimately causing this all-consuming fondness for you to grow by the day.

leaning back with a heavy sigh, mydei glances over at the counter where you’re still hard at work. really, your closing hours are soon. should he perhaps stand menacingly at your side to shoo away the customers? no, maybe just directly making them leave would be the most efficient. and—

a torrent of warmth engulfs him, clinging to his skin. mouth slightly agape, he can only gaze wordlessly at your joyful interactions.

…perhaps a few more customers would do no harm. just a few, though.

(curse that heart-melting smile of yours. it truly is the bane of his existence.)

[scliffe]

Sebastian in this chapter was truly something else like I would sometimes reread this chapter and then think “wow Ciel did a really good job domesticating that one”

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[lucabyte]

sorry loop if this looks gay to the viewers

[shotmrmiller]

tired of readers being the one that, after some nights stands, are the first to fall for cod men.

It would be so interesting to see a reader who enjoys the sex but doesn't have any kind of feelings for Simon (taking him as an example). Who after he goes away, cleans herself and it's okay. Because fuck military men are the biggest red flags. So no commitment to them. Just sex.

A reader who is interested even to seek other men companions. After all it's nothing serious about what they do. So if he fucks around why doesn't she? She isn't married to him. And for him that's fine.

The first four months because then he slowly catches feelings and oh damn... Reader's chilly life becomes messy. He craves for her, while her simply like what he makes her feel. So to just sex. To him seeking kisses during sex (even after), to him hugging her tightly and pushing his body into you. To tell her sweet things. Texting her for asking about her day instead of "Hey. When you're free?". He has created this idea in his mind that she's whipped for him. More than he is for her. After all... it's usually women who catch feelings first... So he is ready for the next step. Dating? No. Direct to living together. After all they want the same things.

Ahahahah... The problem is that it's not like that. Good luck on explaining it to him

or where he takes offense that she isn't blowing up his phone? like he's going through her contact card to make sure she's not blocked. did he pay his phone bill?

tbh i think if reader is that deattached, then he's fixing that. like he's not gonna work for it he's just gonna become your problem to where the only person you'll ever lay your eyes on is him.

old flings? gone. that coworker one nighter you had? suddenly transferred to a different department.

casual sex? sure! then doesn't leave. knocks on the bathroom door when you're cleaning up like do you like chinese food? no? okay well that's what i got anyway it'll be here in 30.

ignores your blatant staring. pretends that you didn't waste money ordering him an uber just so he could go outside and tell the driver to cancel the trip.

doesn't label the relationship (which is very real, you're in denial) because you don't want a label. that's fine. he still watches his spend dribble out of your hole every night so.

all the same to him.

[mintjeru]

“Since I love you, I want to take care of you.”

based on a scene from you make me feel special by @kdj-225!!

open for better quality | no reposts

[annoying--moth]

Hi Miraculous fandom *drops these here and runs away like a feral cat*

[piosplayhouse]

Made by popular demand (1 mutual)

[bobzora]

clock strike 12

[chamoemileclown]

i love your art and i want to make art like yours

thank you!! i hope you find love and fulfillment in your art!!! i feel like some of the best artists have a lot of love put into what they make and you're capable of a lot of love.

uhhh here's a little sketch too ig

[shiningstar5022]

Some Brawlers I Noticed In The New Animation

If y'all noticed anything else, let me know.

[marchofthepigss]

Never give autistic people freeprints they do shit like this

Harlan Ellison wall 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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