#Mama Mousse

[sweet-cake-double-love]

Ms Mousee, why are you upset with B.P.?

Anon's are frankly idiots. No living pony can or should be held to account for what they say and do.

I don't understand what @askbananapie did wrong.

". . .Let's just go outside" -Aurelia.

@askbananapie

[berryhobii]

Baby Mama Drama(jjk x reader)

Pairing: BabyDaddy!Jeon Jungkook x BabyMama!Female!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K+

Warnings: reader and Jungkook coparent, they have a daughter who is mentioned but doesn’t appear in the story, reader and Jungkook technically aren’t together but they still love each other and fool around🥴, reader irritates the hell out of JK but he can’t stay mad at them, reader is definitely a little toxic, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), oral(m and f receiving), 69 position, the sloppiest of top, face riding, fingering, reverse cowgirl, reader rides like a pro, missionary, reader has a tattoo🤭, reader is also dragging that wagon, reader also also has that certified WAP, reader is flexible, squirting, unprotected s*x(don’t do this and then turn into this couple), creampie, dirty talk, one face slap, multiple ass slaps like seriously JK is obsessed with reader’s badonk a donk, a little degradation and a dash of dumbification

A/N: I’M BACK EVERYONE!🥳for anyone who didn’t read my last post, my tumblr was suspended for a little while so that’s why I wasn’t posting. Anyway, it’s over so I’m back to work. This is a piece inspired by @joonberriess and their Sleazy!JK storyline. Shoutout to them. I love everything about the way they write JK and reader so definitely check them out if you haven’t already! Their stories make me want a sleazy baby daddy who can’t leave me the hell alone but I know I’ll never be able to handle that in real life so fictional is good enough for me!🤣this fic is just kind of a reverse of theirs where I made reader a sleazy and jealous baby mama. I know this kind of behavior is a stereotype among the black community but I am in no way condoning it. It’s just fiction and meant to be entertaining. Anyway, please let me know what you guys think as I am always open to criticism and please look forward to my upcoming posts! Much love and thanks for reading 🤎🤎🤎

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“So, do you have any kids?”

Taking a sip of his drink, Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, one. A daughter. You?”

“Two. Their father is an absolute nightmare though. Thank goodness we have a court order. I can’t even be in the same room as him without wanting to pull all my hair out.” She bitterly laughed with a shake off her head, tossing the rest of her drink back. “What about you? Is your child’s mother a monster?”

Jungkook titled his head, a strained chuckle leaving him. “Um, well she’s…..something.”

The woman hummed. “I get it. A real bitch, huh? I hate women like that. Ones who can’t let their baby daddy’s go and are somehow always around. So annoying. Like don’t you have something better to do?”

“Yeah and I do it 4 times a week in my Queen sized bed.”

Jungkook stiffened at the sound of that familiar voice. There was only one person he knew that spoke that crassly to strangers.

The scent of your perfume and the smell of the mousse you used on your braids invaded his space and solidified that shit was about to go downhill.

The woman, who’s name he don’t think he ever caught, made a noise of surprise once you appeared before her. Your body stood right between her and Jungkook, forcing her to step back a little. Arms crossed over your chest and hip cocked out to the side, your eyes roamed up and down this woman’s body in a scrutinizing manner.

“And who are you?”

Leaning back a little, you plopped yourself right on Jungkook’s lap.

Looking her up and down once more, you answered simply with a big smile, “I’m unimpressed. Nice to meet you.”

Ignoring you for a moment, the woman looked around you to make eye contact with Jungkook who was shooting her a look that screamed, “please walk away!” She didn’t really understand what was going on. Who were you and why did you walk into their conversation on 10 like that? It was one thing to interrupt a conversation but to be that disrespectful to someone you didn’t even know? That didn’t go down well in her book.

Copying your previous stance, the woman replied, “Well I’m unimpressed with your attitude. Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?”

“No but she taught me to how to wrap a bitch’s hair around my wrist and keep swinging until my arm gets tired.” Your smile was sugary sweet but your words cut deep like knives. The woman was stunned. No one has ever spoken to her this way and it was a rude awakening. She didn’t even know how to respond.

Not wanting to see you demonstrate your mother’s teachings, Jungkook quickly stood to his feet. “Well, we should really be going. It was nice meeting you. Let’s go.” He grabbed your arms to start pushing you away from the woman.

“No it wasn’t!” You called out, both of you leaving the shocked woman by herself.

Once you two had made it outside, Jungkook’s frustration boiled over.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why is it everytime I meet someone, you show up and scare them off? We aren’t together anymore. Is it not getting through your head? Like what the hell-“

His rant was flying right over your head because all you could focus on was how unbelievably sexy he looked today. How dare he walk outside like that? And he was going to waste all of that on some random stranger in a bar? Yeah right. Not as long as you had a say about it.

Your greedy eyes trailed from the top of his head to those bulging veins in his neck and down to his soft cock that was pressing against his jeans. Whew, just imaging that monster had your panties sticking to you. It was so big and warm and when he was giving you back shots…..

“Are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times, your eyes slowing raising until they met the searing glare of your baby daddy.

“Uh yeah. Something about airline prices. So what are you doing tonight?”

Jungkook couldn’t fucking believe you. God you pissed him off to no end but he always had a way of letting off some steam.

“Let’s go. Now.”

“Yes sir.” You purred with that mischievous glint in your eye. Jungkook’s own eye twitched at the implications behind your tone but he decided to ignore it in favor of turning around to begin walking to his car, you hot on his heels and a Cheshire like grin on your face because you were getting what you wanted.

The drive back to his place was quiet, as was the ride up the elevator and the living room as he moved to sit down. He didn’t even raise his eyes to look at you once since you got in the car. Although you could see right through his petty act.

Flopping down on the couch next to him, your head leaning against your hand, you said, “come on, baby. You’re not still mad at me, are you? I said I’m sorry.”

No answer.

Moving closer to him, your hand trailed over his chest and up to his face to turn his head to face you, lips just centimeters apart. This wouldn’t be the first time you were on the receiving end of his heated glare and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“What do I have to say for you to forgive me? I hate when you’re mad at me, baby.”

“Then stop doing shit that pisses me off and I won’t be.” He fired back, that low tone of his sending shocks down your spine.

“I’m sorry. Now let me make it up to you.” He could pick up on that sultry voice anywhere and those bedroom eyes you were currently shooting him was a dead giveaway as well.

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop expecting dick everytime you come over here. It’s not gonna fix anything.”

Gasping dramatically, you moved back a little to hold a hand to your chest in faux offense. “You wound me, tater tot. I came here with pure intentions to apologize to you. Can a woman not apologize to her baby daddy without him thinking she has an ulterior motive?”

An unimpressed look crossed Jungkook’s face from your dramatics and from that stupid pet name you gave him all those years ago.

“Whatever.” He mumbled. “Fine. I accept your apology. Just don’t do it again.” A warning that fell on deaf ears because yeah, you’d definitely do it again if needed but for now, you’d bask in his forgiveness.

“Thank you, baby. You know I only want to make you happy.”

“You do,” he whispered, those doe eyes lifting to connect with yours.

Your lips met, your hands pushing Jungkook back against the arm of the couch to climb into his lap. He went willingly, melting into your touch and the feeling of your plump lips. His own hands traveled up your thighs to squeeze at the plushness of your ass, his grip forcing your covered cunt to rub against his growing erection.

His grunts mixed with your low hum of pleasure as you grinded against one another but Jungkook could only tolerate about a minute of that before he started getting impatient.

Groaning against your lips, he struggled out a, “fuck. Sit it on already.”

The sounds of your giggles made him pause, eyes cracking open and his eyebrow raising because what the hell was so funny?

“Oh nothing.” You said as if reading his mind. “I just remember a very certain someone saying not to expect dick everytime I come here yet that same person is telling me to sit on his dick. How the tables have turned.”

Rolling his eyes yet again, Jungkook suddenly heaved himself up, forcing you backwards. Your giggles increased, the contagion of your amusement finally breaking him and stretching a full blown smile across his face.

“You’re so goofy.”

“Then do something about it, Mickey.”

In a show of strength that turned your panties from a pool into a water park, Jungkook heaved you over his shoulder, hand coming down on the fat of your ass.

“I’ll do something about it alright.”

Once you made it to the bedroom, Jungkook tossed you down onto the bed and was about to climb on top of you but you were a little quicker. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him down until he was flat on his back with you straddling his waist—his hard cock pressed right against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released.

Leaning down, you captured him in another kiss while he captured your ass in his grip.

“Damn I love this ass….” He murmured into your lip lock which made you giggle.

After deeming him throughly kissed, you sat up to take in his flushed face and reddened lips. Perfect.

“Forgive me yet?”

He hummed, fingers playing with the hem of your top. “Maybe after you take this off.”

Ever so compliant, you gripped both sides of your shirt and pulled it over your head to reveal your bare breasts to Jungkook. His eyes could have popped out of his head, the groan he let out a mixture of arousal and slight irritation.

“You’re not wearing a bra?”

Shrugging one shoulder, you simply answered, “I knew I was coming here. What’s the point? Do you want to know if I’m wearing underwear?” That cheeky smile answered the question for him and it only sunk him further into the already unhealthy infatuation he had with you.

Gripping your ass, he roughly grinded your cunt down on his erection. The friction made both of you gasp, the air starting to feel electric as desperation began eating at both of you.

It didn’t take long for both of you to undress each other. Jungkook helped you wiggle out of those tiny shorts you wore, letting out a curse as a little drip of sticky arousal snapped back against your inner thigh. Sitting up, he grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere in the room. Now you could feast your eyes on the hard planes of his body and trace your fingers those intricate tattoos that marked up his skin.

Leaning down once again, you trailed kisses from that sweet spot on his neck, down his chest and over his abs until you reached your destination. Your eyes never left his as you began your descent, hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans to pull them down and Jungkook helped kick them off. You licked your lips at the sight of Jungkook’s hard cock slapping against his abs once you freed it from the confines of his pants . He could see that hungry look in your eye, smirking as he took hold of his erection and began lightly pumping it; a motion that drove you fucking crazy was watching him stroke himself. It just did something to you.

“You want it, bug?” He teased to which you nodded frantically.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” Opening your mouth, you held your tongue out to lick at it, Jungkook hissing at the contact. He slapped it against your wet muscle a few times before letting the tip slip in your mouth. You immediately wrapped your lips around it, suckling at it like a desperate whore. Which you were but only for him. No one else could make you act like this.

You replaced his hand with your own, licking and spitting all over his cock to lubricate it. Taking him down your throat, you began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to twist your wrist just the way he liked it.

Jungkook let out a series of low moans, curses, and the tiniest of whines everytime you went down. One hand gripped at the ponytail you put your braids up in and one hand behind his head, he let you take the lead. You knew just how he liked it, just the way to flick your wrist and tighten your throat to throw him over the edge in minutes.

Coming off him with a wet cough, you continued to stroke his cock, your spit soaking your own hand but that only helped the glide. Your hazy and hungry eyes stared right into his, your chin and mouth soaked in saliva. “I love this cock so fucking much.” You gasped before taking it back down your throat and bobbing your head.

Tossing his head back, Jungkook let out a strangled moan, forcing your head down. You let him, of course, relaxing your throat so he could fuck up into your mouth.

“Come sit on my face, baby. Right fucking now.” He demanded.

Pulling off him a little, you maneuvered your body until your pussy was right over his face—69 style. He gripped both of your ass cheeks in his palms, pulling you down until he could suck your neglected clit into his mouth.

You let out a sharp gasp around his cock, finally getting some type of relief. Sucking his cock made you a different type of horny and he could see that with the way your cunt was dripping.

His mouth and tongue started going crazy, ravenous as he alternated between sucking and licking, making sure to dip his tongue in your opening every once in a while. His hands continued to slap and grip at your ass, one wandering sometimes to pull your slippery lips apart so he could really get in there.

His hand trailed down from your ass to your tight opening, squeezing a finger into your spasming walls. He located that sweet spot with practiced ease, slipping in another finger in beside it and stretching your snug cunt open. The squelching of your walls was like music to his ears, adding to the salacious ‘gluck gluck’ noises your throat was making as you swallowed his cock.

Since you were horny on your way here, it didn’t take long for that feeling to start burning hot in your belly.

You pulled off his cock but continued to stroke him, your cheek resting against his thigh as high pitched moans left your lips.

Jungkook flattened his tongue, his grip on your ass guiding you to rut against his face. The fat of your ass almost suffocated him but Jungkook couldn’t imagine going out any other way. He hooked his fingers right into your gspot, your eyes rolling back and head hanging low as you used him for your pleasure.

“Oh yes! Oh yes, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum!” Lifting your head, you took his cock back into your mouth, burying it all the way to the hilt in your throat. Jungkook’s hips jumped, him groaning against your clit, the vibrations sending shocks right through you.

A few swallows around his cock and a few more jabs to that spot inside of you and both of you were cumming. Your body tensed, hips rutting faster against his face to ride it out. He thrusted his hips up once, twice, three times before letting out a drawn out moan as he pumped his release down your waiting throat. Your body shivered as buzzing pleasure raced down your back and to your toes. You don’t think you’ve had an orgasm like that since…….three days ago when Jungkook ate you out in his car after he had to pick you up because you forgot to get gas.

Amazing car head aside, the party wasn’t over yet.

“Sit on it, bug. Hurry.” Jungkook rushed you, tapping your ass a few times, his breath labored and tone dripping with desperation.

Good thing you were just as eager because you crawled forward on your weak knees until he was lined up with your entrance. Reaching between your legs, you held his wet cock steady as you slid down on it. Jungkook’s hands held your ass cheeks apart to watch, eyes blurring slightly as your hot, tight, and gushing walls wrapped around him. You weren’t faring much better, your head knocking back as his thick cock stretched you to your limits. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken his cock, the pure g i r t h always knocked the breath out of you. This is why you couldn’t leave him alone, his cock was just too fucking good. You’d be damned if you ever let someone else take it from you.

Once you were settled to the hilt, your body leaned all the way forward to rest between his legs and you began bouncing your ass on his cock.

Jungkook was mesmerized by how your fat ass rippled and moved against his pelvis. At this moment, he didn’t give a damn how many women you threatened or how much you pissed him off; just the sight of your ass and the feeling of your juicy cunt wrapped around him was enough to make him remember another reason why he couldn’t let you the hell go. He loved your pussy too much. And if that wasn’t enough, the sight of that tiny ‘♡JK’ tatted on your left ass cheek certainly let him know.

Jungkook’s hands came down to slap repeatedly on your bouncing ass. “Faster baby. Fuck, this ass is so good!” The seat of your ass was wet from a combination of spit and cum, the wet slapping noises filling the space. Your moans were in competition with the clapping of your ass, your cheek pressed against the sheets and your nails digging into his calves.

“Ahhh! This cock is so b-big,” you whine, “love it so much…..right there….! Oohhhh-ohhhh fuck!”

Lifting up a little and adjusting your knees to a better position, you began throwing yourself down on his cock, the head brushing against every spot you had and sending you reeling. You’d come all the way up until just the tip was inside before slamming back down, the bed shaking underneath the force. Jungkook’s toes curled, your cunt gripping him tighter than a vice.

He was about 98% sure his soul left his body, eyes rolling and head knocking back against the pillows as his lungs struggled for air.

Not able to hold it anymore, Jungkook was quickly flipping your positions. Now it was your turn to be on your back, your legs spread in a wide V shape, his cologne invading your senses and his lips covering yours. He was everywhere, all over you. Your skin was on fire from his touch, sweat soaking your back and air becoming sparse as he kissed away what little oxygen you had left. You were obsessed with him. He was yours as you were his. Nothing would ever change that.

His cock buried itself back into your walls, a deep moan of pleasure getting caught in your throat once he began jackhammering into you. Your hands gripped the bottom of your feet, keeping them apart so he could continue to plow into your soft spot. His hips moved like a well oiled machine, making noisy contact with your ass with every thrust.

Your mouth dropped open, “oh my…..fffucking g-god…!” Tears welled up in your eyes as blinding pleasure spread over every nerve in your body.

Jungkook grunted, his own pleasure peaking at the sight of your fucked out face.

“Yeah? You about to cum? Are you gonna what the fuck I say and stop acting so fucking jealous? Huh?” Drool dripped down the sides of your mouth as you tried to form sentences but hurried ‘yes yes yes’ were the only words you could manage. “How many times do I have to fuck you before you get that through your thick head? I only want you. Fuck you push my fucking buttons but I know it’s just because you want me to fill up this tight cunt, isn’t that right?” A slap came across your cheek, orgasm crashing into your body without warning from the sudden strike.

Jungkook could feel wetness soaking his pelvis and cock, jaw tightening as he began moving even harder—the headboard knocking into the wall so hard that he doesn’t think he’ll get his security deposit back for this place.

“Juicy fucking cunt squirting all over me. Mhmmmm….I’m gonna fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to send you home with my cum running down your legs?”

Your ears were ringing, his dirty talk propelling you right into another endless orgasm, your toes curling in the air as blissful overstimulation began to take over.

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, a few more thrusts and he was burying himself deep in your sopping cunt. His cock throbbed inside you, the thickness pressing right into your abused gspot. Your hands released your feet to scramble against his back, sharp acrylics digging into his skin and making him hiss in slight pain.

“Ohhhhhh shittttttt….fuck baby,” He groaned out as he pumped creamy ropes inside your clenching pussy, your spasming walls sucking him in and milking him for everything he was worth.

Both of you collapsed from exhaustion, Jungkook’s face planting itself in your breasts and your legs falling weakly to the bed with a light thump. Only the sounds of your heavy breathing filled the room, both of your hearts beating wildly as you two came down.

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“So am I forgiven?” You asked as you two soaked in the tub, the scent of an apple scented bath bomb wafting around the room.

Jungkook was behind you, head leaned back against the wall as he tried not to fall asleep. “I guess so. Just stop doing that, okay? It’s so embarrassing.”

“Deal.”

A beat of silence washed over the room, just the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub filling the space.

“One more time.” You suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“You asked me how many times do you have to fuck me before I get it through my thick head to stop being jealous. I think one more will do the trick.”

Jungkook let out a chuckle, opening his eyes only to find your beautiful irises staring back at him with that playful and lustful glint.

“You’re impossible.” He scoffed with an endearing shake of his head.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

[derangedfujoshi]

Ouji Shotas Collection

Classic Ouji

Goth Ouji

Sweet Ouji

I'm not a big expert on fashion but I've done some research and I'm pretty positive these are somewhat accurate, forgive me if they're not(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) Anyway these were for an Anon who requested to see more of the ouji shota trope! I went for those wearing ouji fashion since I do not have such a vast in-depth knowledge of characters, I hope this is fine despite that and also I had a lot of fun scavenging for them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Below the cut a list with all the names for an easier time looking them up if they catch your fancy~

Millicas Gremory: High School DxD BorN

Claus: Ainsworth no Mamonotachi 🔞

Hans Christian Andersen: Fate/Grand Order

Theodore: Kuroshitsuji

Ars Louvent: As a Reincarnated Aristocrat, I'll Use My Appraisal Skill to Rise in the World

Sham Yatabe: PARA-SOL 🔞

Lu Mingze: Dragon Raja: The Blazing Dawn

Lucifer: Kessen! Otome-tachi no Senjou 3 ~Dengeki Sakusen! Senka wa Ace no Na no Moto ni~ 🔞

Hom (male): Atelier (Series)

Eolio Ezrest: Witch Hat Atelier

Kaisei Kishi: Saikyo Kamizmode!

Prince Cloud: Yume no Crayon Oukoku

Tiphereth (Male): Lobotomy Corporation

Shion Yukinokouji: Ojousama wa Gokigen Naname🔞

Mayuki Hyuuga: Fantastic Detective Labyrinth

Mousse: Food Fantasy

Snow: Promise of Wizard

Bianchi Tepes: Nobunaga the Fool

Troia: Amaranto

Luke Venus: Pop-up Story: The Origin of Magic and the Academy of the Sacred Tree

Voyager: Fate/Grand Order

Dantalion: Beelzebub-jou no Okinimesu mama

Mousse: Food Fantasy (again yes)

Ruu Shiina: Variable Barricade

Elias: Dragalia Lost

White: Promise of Wizard

[cerealkiddie]

cg space rambles <3

mama carer who loves doing their regressors hair. taking their time when it comes to finding products and washing and conditioning. gently lathering up the shampoo in their hair and washing through. holding a washcloth to their little baby's face so they don't get soap in their eyes. pressing a kiss to their forehead after washing the hair. carefully using the hair dryer and brushing/combing through the sweet tot's locks. choosing styles or simply a string product. gel or braids, mousse or a mohawk, whatever the kid prefers or wants to try!

[youaintnothinbuta]

Lunch with his family — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: Elvis invites you to his house for lunch because his family is having lots of their friends and family over.

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 586

Warnings: none!! Fluff, cute lil one shot

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your bedroom as you finished tidying up. Just as you were about to head downstairs, the jingle of your telephone broke the quiet stillness of the house. Rushing to answer it, you recognised Elvis' voice on the other end.

“Hey, honey, you free today?” Elvis' smooth drawl filled the line. You couldn't help but smile. “Why, do you want me to be?” You teased, a playful tone in your voice.

“I'll pick you up in half an hour,” he declared, his words making your heart skip a beat. “Mama's having a big lunch in the yard, the whole family's coming round,” he continued.

With a flutter of excitement, you agreed, hanging up the phone and hurrying to get ready. Before you knew it, there was a knock on your front door. Straightening your skirt and smoothing down your hair, you rushed to answer it, greeted by the sight of Elvis' handsome smile.

Arriving at his Audubon drive house, you were enveloped by the tantalizing aroma of his mama’s home-cooked recipes and the sound of laughter carrying through from the backyard. Elvis' mama greeted you, bustling around, fussing over you with a motherly warmth. Elvis took you through to the table in the garden, where everyone soon got settled to begin eating. His mama couldn’t contain her curiosity about the date Elvis took you on. She bombarded you with questions about where he took you, what you ate, was he gentlemanly, and whether you enjoyed yourself.

Elvis, ever protective, stepped in, gently chiding his mama for overwhelming me with questions. “Mama, ease up a bit, you're making her nervous,” he said with a chuckle, shooting you an apologetic smile.

“It’s okay, Elvis.” You assured him, cheekily taking the bite of tomato fritter off his fork.

“Thank you so much for lunch, Mrs. Presley,” You said, after finishing off your plate, turning to Elvis’s mama with a warm smile.

She waved off your thanks with a gentle smile. “Oh, honey, no need to thank me. You know you’re welcome here any time,” she said kindly, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

Before you could respond, she turned to Elvis with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I made a chocolate mousse for you and your sweetheart to share for a little dessert if you wanted,” she said, her voice tinged with playful teasing.

Elvis stood next to you, his hand soothingly rubbing your back, he could tell you needed a bit of alone time away from all the excitement of all the guests over.

“Thank you, Mama,” he said with a charming smile, coming up with an excuse. “We might go sit inside the house and eat. It’s getting a bit warm out.”

With his arm around your shoulder, you made your way inside the house, leaving behind the chatter and laughter of the outdoor gathering. Once you were settled on the couch, Elvis retrieved the chocolate mousse from the fridge, along with two spoons.

As you indulged in the creamy dessert, the rich chocolate melting on your tongues, Elvis wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

Between mouthfuls, Elvis spoke softly, his voice filled with tenderness. “So, for our next date, should I surprise you, or do you want to tell me where to take you?”

You smiled, “Surprise me.”

With a grin, Elvis squeezed your hand gently, his eyes sparkling. “You won’t be disappointed,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours.

[baduzzxy]

heyyyy

i couldn’t hind in your page anywhere on your page if you take requests or not so this isn’t a request u less you want it to be😭😭

but i was reading the second dad!gaz piece (LITERALLY LOVE BTW, ITS ADORABLE£) and i raise you one more. Dad!gaz sitting his daughter down and trying to help her appreciate her curls after she comes home one day wanting straight hair, yes s this is extremely self indulgent as that was me as a kid

SENDING MY LOVE, LOOK AFTER YOURSELF MWAH MWAH

hiiii yes yes yes i love requests !!!!!

thank you for requesting this lol it lowkey healed my inner kid as well bc i grew up getting bullied for my confusing mix of curly/wavy hair i literally go to school with sunflower oil in my hair to atleast make it a bit STRAIGHT and damn bro my hair STANK. so yeah i got picked on a lot and writing this healed me. i love u vro tnx for requesting this again.

dad!141 x mama!reader series

it’s a sunny weekend, and his baby deemed it to be park day! the now 4 year old running around the house with her socked feet to get ready for the day.

that’s what usually happens.

it’s different today, no pitter patter of feet excitedly zooming around the house, just silence. Imagine the worry you and Gaz had when you knocked on your princess’s door and all you heard were muffled sniffles, got dad!Gaz almost kicking the door down, the sound of his baby girl in distress activated his fight or flight response immediately.

you find her infront of the lil wooden vanity uncle Soap made her, detangling brush on her left hand, and the mess of her brushed out curls on the right, clutching in frustration.

Oh how your heart dropped at the sight, walking to kneel infront of your daughter as sobs racks through her, her dada following suite to drop onto his knees and ready to investigate what happened, and why it happened, and potentially, who happened.

you and Kyle shared a soft, and finally understanding look, as you listen to her tiny sobs, how she wanted to look like her playmates, straight strands of hair everywhere she goes, how sometimes she feels so left out when they play their little dollies on the sandbox. It breaks your heart to see your daughter get insecure of her beautiful curls, why, you adore them! you tell her, i love them best! especially since you’ve got them from dada! Her watery eyes look up to her dad, bottom lip still trembling.

You watch him take a deep breath, nothing could have prepared him for this moment, but he pushes through- tells his baby to look at you, my darling, my sweetest girl. He runs a hand through her brushed out curls, your hair is unique, my love. For you to compare your gorgeous curls to- to- no hate to their straight hair my love but, gosh! that is so scandalous!

you almost audibly let out a sigh of relief as she giggles at her dada’s antics, slowly but surely leaving the room as your husband guides her how to properly take care of her hair, some hair mask here, some mousse right there.

And at the moment you stand by the door to leave, you glance at the two light of your life, a wink and a kiss blown to you by your husband, you giddily catch it and place it on your chest.

[aquagirl1978]

Fall On Me - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Much delayed birthday fic for Chevalier Michel

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: Third Birthday Card (I have not read the story yet, so any similarities are mere coincidences)

Word Count: 832

Tags: fluff; sharing food; mention of pregnancy; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used, "mama" said once)

It was one of those nights – fall had only just come, but summer wasn’t ready yet to say its goodbye. The air was the perfect temperature – not too hot and not too cold – as you stood on the balcony waiting for Chevalier to return.

The stars twinkled high in the sky, their backdrop getting darker earlier and earlier each day, blurring how early it really was. Your hands gripped the railing as you gazed up at the stars, enjoying the quiet peace, knowing nights like these would soon end.��

His steps were silent as he approached; so silent, that you didn't know he was there until the scent of roses filled your lungs. Wrapping  his arms clumsily around your waist, your hands immediately searching for his, threading your fingers with his. His head rested in the crook of your shoulder, his blonde bangs barely brushing your skin. 

You let out a soft sigh as he tightened his embrace, pulling you closer against his chest.

“You’re wearing my shirt again,” he observed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Twisting in his arms, you looked up at him, into his brilliant blue eyes. “I can’t help it, your shirt is so comfortable.”

He let out a small huff of laughter, charmed by your response. Taking you by the hand, he led you back into the warmth of his bedroom. 

Removing his cloak, he began to get dressed for bed.

“Oh!” you called out. “I almost forgot.” Chevalier looked at you curiously as he finished removing his shirt, his bare chest distracting you for a moment. Walking over to his desk, you picked up a plate and held it up. “I made a cake.”

Smiling, you proudly brought the treat over to him. Chevalier, seated at the edge of the bed, pulled you in with one long arm, perching you in his lap.

“No beignets?” he asked, mock-disappointed.

“I was in the mood to make a cake,” you replied with a soft smile.

“I like cake.” 

As his gaze met yours, heat warmed your cheeks knowing what he really meant was - I like your cake. Chevalier was always interested in tasting whatever treats you made; you couldn’t explain why, but all of a sudden you felt so nervous.

You let out a soft sigh as you realized you forgot to bring the fork from the desk. At your first movement to leave the comfort of his lap, he tightened his grip around your waist, ensuring you stayed right where you were. 

There was only one thing left for you to do.

Holding the plate carefully in one hand, with your other hand, you dipped your finger along the top of the cake, gently scooping a small bit of the smooth vanilla mousse onto your fingertip. His pink lips parted, patiently awaiting the taste of your creation.  

Tracing the outline of his lips, you wiped some of the mousse in your wake before sliding your finger into his mouth. Your core flooded with warmth as you watched him, his eyes lidded as his gaze dropped to the pale marks on your collarbone peeking out from under his shirt, your finger deep in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your fingertip, lapping the sweetness off your skin, a tantalizing tease of things to come, perhaps. 

You removed your finger from his mouth, every bit of cream licked clean. Without a word, he dipped his finger in the cake and held his finger before your mouth, offering you a taste. 

Inching closer, your tongue darted out, eager to taste the treat you made. But he pulled his finger away at the last moment, a sly smirk spread on his lips.

“You must be faster,” he chided, “if you wish to get a bite.”

Your lips wrapped around his finger. Soft. Sensual. Your teeth lightly nipped his skin – it was only right after he played such games. Your tongue tasted the vanilla mousse; not too sweet, the soft creme melted on your warm tongue, your throat enrobed in its delicate taste as you gently swallowed the bite. 

Sighing, your brows knitted together as you were determined to be faster and get your bite. The cat and mouse game went on for a few more rounds until you finally won.

Removing his finger from your mouth, he eyed you playfully.  His gaze then dropped, lingering on your belly. He lifted his hand, and clumsily rested his palm on your belly.

“You liked mama’s cake, too, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice unusually soft. 

His touch sent warm straight to your heart; chaste, yet intimate, this touch was something you never wanted to let go of. Disappointed when he removed his hand, that emotion fled when he took the plate from your hand and placed it on the nearby nightstand.

With a smile and a gentle guiding hand, your bodies fell onto the bed, his hand soon returning to your torso, where it remained until well after you both fell asleep.

Tagging: @redheadkittys @alixennial @rhodolitesroseforclavis @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia @ikehoe @ikemen-writer @talfollowingstuff @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @altairring @lucyw260 @lordsisterxotome @umi-adxhira @yarnnerdally @crypticbibliophile @lancelotscloak @scorchieart @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @melodiousramblings @wendolrea @aceuuuu @randonauticrap @aria-chikage @nightghoul381 @judejazza @maries-gallery @xbalayage @xenokiryu

[eljeebee]

Winter Interlude: College plans, and a birthday to celebrate

“Hey Julie!”

“Sid! Hi!”

“Are you in Hidden Springs already? How is it? Mason – it’s Lou’s brother – told me to ask you if there are real fountain of youth in Hidden Springs.”

“Hahaha! I wish, Sid! Sadly, there are no fountains of youth back home. Please tell little Mason I’m very sorry.”

Sid giggled, “I will.”

“Anyway, we’re still in Del Sol Valley. Our flight is tonight, so we’re making the best out of this day before we go to the airport. I think my brother is playing with Louie right now.”

“Lou, check my build, do you see the damage?”

“Very nice, Mousse. Check mine. I got this armor following that trail near that cave.”

“Yeah, I heard him shouting. Auntie Soph ran to his room – she thought something happened to him.”

Julie let out a chuckle.

“Oh, right! I meant to ask you: what are your plans for college? Are you going to attend uni in Hidden Springs?”

Julie hummed, “Mousse wanted to enroll in Computer Science…”

“Just like Lou?”

“Yes, just like Lou,” Julie laughed. She continued, “And we’ve been searching for the best universities that offer that program, and Foxbury Institute is one of them. I heard Foxbury offers programs that are more on science and technology.”

“Yes, they do! I’m going for Psychology, actually.”

“That’s great, Sid!”

“What about you?”

“I want to do Economics, like Bernie…”

“So Foxbury too?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, I thought you’re going to Britechester.”

“So does Mummy. Some of our cousins attended there, so the family expects us to attend too. Grandmum isn’t amused – you know, tradition – but Bernie convinced her.”

“That’s great to hear, Julie!”

“Hey! You know what, we could stay in one dorm! How does that sound?”

“That sounds great, Julie! I’ll let Aunt Soph know.”

“I’ll ask Penny to look for dorms, and then I’ll show you.”

As Sid continued chatting with Julie in a video call, Mason went to her Mama.

“Mama, my birthday is near!” he announced triumphantly.

“Gosh, you’re right! C’mere!” Sophia held him up, grunting.

She carried him like he was a baby, her baby. Sophia let out a coo as she turned around, Mason giggling nonstop limbs wrapped around his jolly mother.

“Do you want anything for your birthday?”

“I want a cake!”

“Okay, Papa and I will make you a cake,” Sophia nodded. She looked at his youngest, heart squeezing. He’s growing up, just like his brother, she thought.  

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[bear-boi-5]

Silly Mascot Horror concept that may never exist

This conceptual game is a mix of a cooking game and survive till morning You're a worker working both the day and night shift. The day shift consists of you being a kitchen hand/cook, this is a Cooking Mama styled game.

The first day is the tutorial where Mousse shows you how to use the controls to make a simple sandwich. It would be done in a 8-bit style like the Cooking Mama games because it's just a pleasing style to look at. Mousse will be a little 8 bit buddy.

The night shift will be in 3D. Mousse will be on your desk for the first night showing you the ropes of the job. Once the tutorial is over that's when the actual game starts. Each day you work with a different character which will unlock them that night and you'll have to deal with them.

As the nights progress, you'll notice you're becoming more and more exhausted, leading to hallucinations. The hallucinations make both the day shift and the night shift harder to do because you'll see things that aren't there and have a sleep meter at night that you shouldn't let fall too far or otherwise you'll fall asleep for an hour. You can boost your sleep meter up by drinking coffee but it takes a while for it to brew.

Jala (left) is a jalapeno and Pepper (right) Is a Chilli Pepper.

They're the character you unlock next. Their day time recipe is Jalapeno Poppers. Once you do that, their mechanic at night is as follows.

Mousse will introduce you to the electric gate. A gate set up in the hallway infront of you that will greatly chew through your power. When the time is right, you'll activate the gate and shock Jala and Pepper trying to jump over it. It'll send them running back. You don't want to mess with gate too much or use it too early since, as stated before, it eats at your power. Not only that, but it will take a while to recharge so if you use it before they climb the gate, then you're fucked.

The power thing should be mentioned here. At a random point once per night or if you use too much power, the power will go out. You'll have to travel to the generator in the back and restart it. This takes a bit of time so you'll have to fend off any character that decides to come over to you.

Mousse tells you the reason why the power is bad is because someone messed with the wires and broke it and they're supposed to get an electrician in by the end of the week.

More is coming and I actually drew Mousse yesterday but just didn't post it because I was waiting till I drew Jala and Pepper.

[leibhaftige]

Forever young

Diesen Song von Alphaville spielten wir auf unserem Abiball. Wir glaubten daran. Für immer jung zu sein, erschien uns damals als absolut machbar. Das ging auch eine ganze Weile lang gut und ich weiß nicht, was dann plötzlich passiert ist. Meine Kinder wissen jedenfalls nicht, wer oder was Alphaville ist und das ist definitiv ein Zeichen dafür, dass ich nicht mehr jung bin. Aber was ist eigentlich jung? Meine Älteste jammert rum, weil sie dieses Jahr achtzehn wird. Sie findet das alt. Wenn meine Mutter von „der Jugend“ spricht, dann meint sie damit Menschen in meinem Alter. Kann ich jung sein, wenn meine Tochter schon alt ist? Ist Alter eine Frage der Perspektive? Oder ein Gefühl? Wenn es ein Gefühl ist, dann bin ich vermutlich sechzehn. Wobei ich mich neulich wie 90 gefühlt habe. Ich war Wasserski fahren. Das hatte ich Anfang zwanzig schon mal gemacht, man fällt ein paar Mal fies ins Wasser, aber dann fährt man. Genau so war es diesmal auch, nur mit dem Unterschied, dass ich danach zehn Tage lang Schmerzen überall hatte. Es ist auch nicht so hilfreich, wenn man sich jung fühlt, aber älter aussieht. Auf Fotos frage ich mich manchmal, wer da heimlich mein Gesicht ausgetauscht hat. Ich sehe nämlich ganz und gar nicht so aus, wie ich mich gefühlt habe. Mein Gefühl war jung und blühend gewesen und garantiert nicht mittelalt mit Augenringen. Meine 14-jährige Tochter Lilly beschwerte sich letztens, dass sie beim Mexikaner, bei dem wir seit Jahren essen gehen, nichts mehr zum Malen hingestellt bekommt. Die lustige bunte Karte mit den Dinosauriern, die sie früher immer ausgemalt hatte, bekam jetzt die Sechsjährige am Nebentisch. Altwerden fängt also schon ganz früh an und es hat ganz viel mit Loslassen zu tun. Wenn wir loslassen, schaffen wir Platz für neue Dinge. Lilly bekommt keine Karte mehr mit Dinosauriern, aber dafür stellt die Kellnerin ihr jetzt extra scharfe Soße zu ihren Nachos. Ich überlege, was ich dazugewinne in meinem Alter. Ich werde ernst genommen in Besprechungen, weil alle wissen, ich mache den Job nicht erst seit gestern. Ich rege mich nicht mehr allzu viel über Kleinigkeiten auf, die ich nicht ändern kann. Ich überfresse mich nur noch in Ausnahmefällen an Mousse au Chocolat. Und ich traue mich, nach Dinosaurierkarten für die ganze Familie zu fragen. Während wir unsere Dinos bunt ausmalen, geht mein Jüngster an die Bar und redet mit dem Barkeeper. Kurze Zeit später schallt „Forever Young“ durch das Restaurant. Verwundert schaue ich ihn an. „Du kennst Alphaville?“ Vielleicht bin ich doch nicht so alt. „Ist voll old school, aber das ist dein Lied, Mama!“ Ich streiche ihm über die Haare, obwohl er dafür zu alt ist. Ich bin old school und forever young und alles auf einmal. Ich denke, das bleibe ich auch ein Leben lang!

Judith Pinnow ( aus: ma vie September/Oktober 2019)

[stardust-swan]

Pretty Plans for Summer

☀️ Visit the Botanical Gardens and take polaroids of the summer blooms

☀️ Make summer minestrone, olive bread, a lemon cheesecake, homemade lemonade, candied orange peels, honey-lavender tea, peach iced tea, strawberry mousse, and homemade ice-cream in different flavours

☀️ Enjoy lots of fresh fruits and berries, baked fish with homemade chips (fries), and seasonal vegetables in refreshing salads

☀️ Take walks in the sunshine each day

☀️ Wear flowy dresses and skirts, and lots of linen

☀️ Adorn myself with jewellery made of gold, jewels, and pretty coloured glass

☀️ Apply a coconut moisturiser and follow up with a citrus or floral scent for a tropical vibe (my scents of this summer will be: Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue and Beyoncé Heat Rush)

☀️ Wear heart-shaped glasses

☀️ Get gelato with my friends

☀️ Read on a park bench to enjoy the sun while meeting my reading goals

☀️ Do yoga in the local park

☀️ Press summer flowers

☀️ Leave my water bottle in the freezer each night so that throughout the day it will defrost and I'll have icy cold water

☀️ Go on a picnic! Bring grapes, peach pie, and salty goat's cheese to enjoy on fresh bread

☀️ Adorn my hair with a flower crown

☀️ Take a trip to the beach and enjoy an ice-cream while reading and wearing a cute swimsuit and straw hat

☀️ Visit a vineyard and taste some wines

☀️ Host a garden party with salmon and cream cheese finger sandwiches, lavender scones, and lots of strawberries

☀️ Take a boat cruise and watch the water as the sun sets

☀️ Summer beauty essentials: Shiseido Sun Protector SPF 50, Hada Lobo Anti Aging Super Hydrator Lotion, face powder (to dab on my face if it sweats), Old Spice Deep Sea deodorant stick, Fresh Sugar Rose Lip treatment, lots and lots of lipgloss

☀️ Go to the farmers market and stock up on ripe vine tomatoes, strawberries, peaches, leafy greens, courgette, cherries, and blackberries

☀️ Do a watercolour painting outdoors in the good weather

☀️ Feel the warmth of the grass under my bare feet

☀️ Put a few drops of lavender or lemon essential oils in the washer with my clothes and leave them to air-dry in the sun

☀️ Listen to: Froot by Marina, Polaroid Love by Enhyphen, Love by Lana Del Rey, Strawberry Blond by Mitski, Fior Di Latte by Phoenix, Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles, California Dreamin' by The Mamas and The Papas, and Power Up, Ice-Cream Cake, and Sunny Side Up by Red Velvet

☀️ Keep a diffuser with orange blossom essential oil in my room to make it smell summery, and keep the windows wide open so the room will feel cool and airy

☀️ Visit Italian and Greek restaurants

☀️ Go beachcombing

[sweet-cake-double-love]

We need to bring back the Family

"now we are going to have a serious conversation"-Mama Mousse

[seriousbrat]

Tumblr did eat my next batch of questions then! Lucky you I have a very monotonous job and I have no issue typing them all over again. Back to you (who started it all with your mock polls committed to knock Remus out of the fan-favourite podium), and back to the Marauders, because if not Lupin, then who?

To the questions!

- Which marauder wakes up the earliest and who only gets out of bed when forced to?

- Who takes the longest to get ready, and who’s ready in two minutes?

- Who spends the most on vanity products? (If your answer is Sirius I will be forced to unfollow you)

- Who has the biggest trust issues?

- Who’s a mama’s boy and who’s a daddy’s boy?

- Who’s the best liar? Who’s the worst liar?

- Who had the coolest childhood bedroom? (Coolest can be your own definition of cool or what you think the kids at the time and place would vibe with. You’d scoff at my opinion so I’ll refrain from sharing)

- Who’d make the best Quidditch match commentator?

- And the best DJ at a common room party?

- Truth or dare! Who picks truth and who picks dare?

That’s what I got for today!

I have a few more hours on the clock and if you wanna help me get through them, I’ll be forever thankful.

Yay thank you so much for retyping these!! I hope the rest of your shift isn't too painful lol

- Which marauder wakes up the earliest and who only gets out of bed when forced to? James wakes up early, he's on that rise and grindset for sure. Whereas Peter has to be dragged out of bed.

- Who takes the longest to get ready, and who’s ready in two minutes? Sirius rolls out of bed and looks flawless perfect beautiful with zero effort, obviously. I'm torn between Peter and James because Peter is very much a time waster, but in terms of actually getting ready I think James probably spends the most time worrying about his hair and clothes etc.

- Who spends the most on vanity products? (If your answer is Sirius I will be forced to unfollow you) Unsurprising given my previous answer but it's DEFINITELY not Sirius. Probably James, who might have some expensive shaving creams or hair mousse or something lol.

- Who has the biggest trust issues? Remus, I think. He's pretty guarded and obviously has to be very careful about who he lets in.

- Who’s a mama’s boy and who’s a daddy’s boy? Peter's a mama's boy for sure-- I hc that his dad died when Peter was very young and his mother brought him up on her own, so they're very close. James "Gryffindor like my dad" Potter is obviously the daddy's boy

- Who’s the best liar? Who’s the worst liar? I've talked about this before but Sirius is the best liar (though Peter is strong competition, unbeknownst to them) and Remus is a terrible liar lol.

- Who had the coolest childhood bedroom? (Coolest can be your own definition of cool or what you think the kids at the time and place would vibe with. You’d scoff at my opinion so I’ll refrain from sharing) omg now I need your opinion! I think it's James just because his parents are loaded and he was spoilt so he probably has a really nice, big bedroom with loads of cool stuff. My inspo for the Potter home is William Morris's Red House so it's both coolest in my opinion and also coolest by a kid's definition.

I think Peter's house is probably pretty small so his bedroom is fairly humble but I'm sure his mum lovingly keeps it clean and cosy even though Peter's a slob. Remus's would be a similar vibe although he's very diligent about cleaning his own room-- though I see them as having had to move around Wales a bit when Remus was young so it's slightly less personal. Sirius's bedroom is in Grimmauld Place so despite his best efforts it's automatically the worst one, and Sirius would agree- he hates that room. I know she's not a marauder but Lily's bedroom is probably my fave, the way I imagine it.

- Who’d make the best Quidditch match commentator? James-- obviously he knows the most about Quidditch but he's also quick-witted and charismatic so he'd be quite good at it. Peter also might not be terrible, honestly.

- And the best DJ at a common room party? It's not Sirius, who would rather play stuff that he likes. I'm going to say Remus, who might know a bit about music but also be decent at reading the crowd and playing to their mood, which is an important skill for a DJ imo.

- Truth or dare! Who picks truth and who picks dare? James and Sirius always pick dare, whereas Peter and Remus pick truth. I know that's kind of a basic/ obvious answer but also it's just the facts. Sirius and James probably (affectionately) bully the other two into picking dare sometimes though.

[ragyragd0ll]

Furry headcanons and what animal the Ikerev cast's fursona might be.

Don't judge me, for I hath judged myself enough.

Headcanons below cut (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Wonderland Residents:

Amon: I can't imagine him as anything but a chinchilla, sorry but he just has that feel. I also like to headcanon his pet as a chinchilla, because I can.

Dalim: I can see him have a wolf fursona, probably because of his relationship with Amon, with how he is loyal, but unlike a dog (as I was considering headcanoning him as) he could betray Amon if it meant protecting his family, like how a wolf would protect their pact. Plus, he likes to put on a act of being a villain (which he kinda is) so he chose wolf, because they are often seen as villains in stories.

Harr: I just see him as a bat, although I can also see him be an owl... Can't choose, he is both now.

Oliver: He... Crab. (I know, I worded this one beautifully.)

Loki: Cat, definitely a cat. Like just look at him, cat.

Blanc: ...Bwunny

Mousse: Mouse, I mean... Look at him.

Nodisha: I see her as a bunny.

Claudius: Snake, cause he's a snake.

Levie: He is also a bunny

Red army

Lancelot: Very much lion vibes.

Jonah: I see him be a cat, with all that sass he might as well have whiskers.

Zero: I think his fursona is maybe a dog?

Edgar: I see him as a hamster...

Kyle: Sloth, it's self-explanatory.

(S'cuse the shortness on this one)

Black army

Seth: I personally couldn't really think of anything but a fox, as his pet was. But I guess it kinda fits him.

Luca: Since Luca likes to be anything but what Jonah is, he'd probably chose his fursona to be a dog, plus, it would look cute on him.

Ray: Dog, he just has that vibe. Plus, Amon thinks so too! Or well-- he called him one. (Amon likes to call a lot of characters 'dog'... Maybe keep that between you and your boyfriend Amon, sheesh.)

Fenrir: I just feel his fursona to be that mythical fox named 'Fenrir', this headcanon was indeed influenced by his name.

Sirius: Perhaps a bear? He definitely feels like a mama bear.

Alice: Dog.

Stephen: Dog.

Now we're getting into my oc's.

Vanilla: Her fursona changes depending on mood, but the main ones are; Jellyfish, Cat, and any type of mythical creature. She is the type of character were many things change depending on mood (major projection core on this one).

And a new oc that I'm currently developing, I don't have a name for them yet, nor gender, but I doooo have a fursona for them: That fursona being a cat.

________

Yes, I, Amaymon, am indeed a furry, although I don't interact with the fandom much.

Some of these head-canons I'm more attached to than others, but Amon will always be a chinchilla.

Maybe I should draw his fursona? Maybe with Levie and Dalim's... Maybe I should also make a fanfic of this...

[sundove88]

Birthday Ball Blues- A Cookie Run Oneshot

Note: This is a predecessor fanfic to @interstellarwizard2019 / @thetropicalfairy’s fanfic The Mystery of The Golden Princess. Also, this is my very own early birthday present! Btw, Elderberry Cookie belongs to me.

Synopsis: Sisters Princess Cookie and Tiger Lily Cookie are excited for their first birthday Ball together. But with cases of nervousness, servants going crazy, and hustle and bustle, will things go as planned?

The Grandberry Market hustled and bustled with the excited chatter of Cookies and desserts of all flavors, shapes, and sizes. For a day from now, it wouldn’t be an ordinary day. It would be the twin princesses 20th birthday party, and they wanted to go all out for the occasion. “I really hope I can get one of my prettiest dresses for the occasion!” Raspberry Cookie of House Raspberry said to her friends as she shot a photo of a gorgeous red ballgown on its mannequin with her phone. “Hoping that the birthday ball will be amazing!” Raspberry Mousse Cookie, her cousin, replied as he stood on his tiptoes, hoping to help decorate a nearby window. Blueberry Cookie, Bumbleberry Cookie, and Cranberry Cookie were helping out as well, placing fresh flowers in the berry juice baths and tying ribbons on the lampposts.

In the Hollyberry Palace itself, Princess Cookie smiled as she thought about the upcoming party. She was excited, but at the same time very nervous. Who would be there? How will sis feel? Will the pink five tier cake be as amazing as it always has been? Thoughts raced around in her mind before she walked outside on her balcony and put some birdseed out for the jungle birds. “What’s wrong, dearest?” Royalberry Cookie asked as he entered his daughter’s bedroom carrying a cup of tea. “How about some tea to clear up your senses?” He asked politely. “Papa, it’s just that it’s gonna be Sis’ first birthday with us. I don��t know how she’ll feel about the big day!” She replied honestly. “Well, darling, this is a big day for you and her… so just have fun, you two.” Her father said as he poured the tea into the cups, and handed one to his daughter. “Thanks, Papa. I can’t wait!” Princess replied smiling.

At the same time, Jungleberry Cookie, the girls’ mother, had made her way up the tree in Tiger Lily Cookie’s bedroom, only to be greeted by the sight of her younger twin daughter in a swing chair. “Mama…” chirped the latter as she got up and hurried over to her mother. “Sweetie, your first birthday party is tomorrow. Are you excited?” Jungleberry asked her daughter as she stroked her face. “Yes… But so… many cookies!” Tiger Lily replied as she pointed to the guest list, shuddering. “I know, sweetie. But just know that we’re going to be here for you and your sis.” Jungleberry replied as she stroked her daughter’s hair.

Elsewhere in the palace, King Elderberry, Royalberry’s father, was helping the servants prepare the menu and the decor for the party, as well as helping out the citizens here and there. “Watch those berry juice barrels! They could crash at any moment!” He replied as he ran by a bunch of servants handling a pyramid of barrels containing the Hollyberrians’ favorite drink. “Menu’s looking great! Keep it up!” The ancient hero’s spouse said as he taste tested a dish one of the chefs had made. “Thank you, your majesty! The party will be amazing!” The chef replied. “And the cake sketch’s all finished! Five tiers, pink icing, and lots of frosting flowers!” Shouted a pastry chef.

Meanwhile, his wife, Hollyberry Cookie and her bodyguard WildBerry Cookie were managing the guest and present list. “Decorating duty… why do I always have the hardest job?” WildBerry replied as he helped put up streamers. “Why can’t Knight do it?!” He complained as he put fresh flowers around the ballroom and set up tables. “Knight’s helping sew up some of our clothing for the party! And he’s gonna make something for you, too!” Hollyberry gushed as she pinched WildBerry’s cheek, with the latter blushing. “You treat me like I was young back then…” he said as he helped some of the servants put up garlands.

But in the sewing room of the palace, Knight was busy sewing up one of Elderberry’s shirts, which had been torn from an expedition in the jungle due to a thorn bush. “Almost there… you’ve got this.” He replied as he stitched the hole shut, then moved onto attaching a flower to WildBerry’s sash, with the other seamstresses oohing and ahhing in amazement. “How did you do that, Knight?” Said one of them. “I just watched you and got inspired to do so.” He humbly replied as he continued to sew. “That’s a very honest answer.” Replied another, who was using a sewing machine to create Hollyberry’s extravagant ballgown for the big event. “I just want to do something for the girls tomorrow. And speaking of Princess… where is she?” Knight began.

At the same time in the Grandberry Market, Hollyberry shopped with her granddaughters for what was needed the most for the party- including the very dresses they would wear at the ball. “So, girls, what would you two like for your birthday Ball?” She asked as they entered a store and looked around. “Maybe lots of glitter on one of the gifts!” Princess said as she picked up a glittery handbag, which sparkled in the afternoon sunlight. “And lots… of flowers!” Tiger Lily added as she found a flower bracelet on a nearby display. “Well… I think you girls are ready, aren’t you?” Hollyberry replied with a smile. “We sure are!” They both replied at the same time. And ready they were.

The End

[ajourneyintozafacore]

eu diria que esse fim de semana foi atípico, de um jeito bom. acabei resolvendo tanta coisa durante a semana que depois de sexta só quis relaxar e a mari me apoiou muito nisso (te amo

sexta tatuei com minha tatuadora favorita, milena. sou tao grata por ela ser uma profissional acessível e muitooo boa. sério, que mao levinha !

na sexta também era comemoraçao de 1 ano e 5 meses com a mari, daí a gente se curtiu fazendo comida arabe ! q delicia …

sabado foi um dia meio triste pras duas, nao vou mentir. mas o corote me deu uma animada e o stardew valley tem me distraído, oq me deixa menos ansiosa. fico feliz assim.

hoje fomos almoçar na casa da minha ex-prof de francês e meu deus que lasanha de escarola perfeitaaaaaa + mousse de abacate com cacau quem poderia imaginar???? ela eh muito fofa e divertida, ate meu cunhadinho gostou de conhece-la

escrevo isso enquanto a sheilinha mama pré-cochilo. ela eh fofinha assim…

apesar dos dias terem sido muito dificeis pela nostalgia e melancolia dentro de minha cabecita, estou grata por ter pessoas proximas se preocupando comigo e deixando as coisas um pouquinho mais faceis e melhores. luiza e carol vcs sabem !

enfim, nao estou muuuuito animada no momento, mas quero sair pra curtir o feriado que teremos amanhã. as responsabilidades a gente resolve depois.

seguem as fotinhas e agradeço pelos momentos bons !