#black tulip cookie

[burningpeanutzonkvoid]

Black Tulip Cookie friend cookie run kingdom

[timelyrmdoodle]

Kinda curious to see it in your style.

Royal Margarine in Black Tulip's clothing? It's an old film but if it's hard for you to get the details, there's a game called IDV, they have a black tulip skin.

I have never heard of that movie before, so I went to go look it up

I find out two things:

1- That Black Tulip is apparently an Italian/French/Spanish movie, which is my exact headcanon for marge 2- The man in question looks like this:

Which is, indeed, almost to the exact his outfit (also very attractive, I have a type of man) Anyways, here you go:

I had a lot of fun!! I might draw him in this outfit again at some point, this shirt is beautiful

[cartooname]

Royal Margarine in Black Tulips clothes

Tame a horse, RIDE A COW BOY!!!

[salembehindbars]

I love my journals. I love iced coffee, knit sweaters, film cameras, carrying a disposable camera everywhere I go, my mascara routine, expanding my ‘To Be Read’ list, browsing on Pinterest for hours, listening to my music at full volume, watching horror movies, video essays, Stephen King books, Joan Didion, Dishwalla, writing, Autumn, stationary, fountain pens, 1966 Mustang Coupe 289 C4, Sabrina Necklines, Prayer Cards, stacks of filled journals, bike rides in 70 degree weather, apple picking, Lent, foggy autumn mornings, horseback rides, when my hair looks as black as possible, Ralph Lauren, fortune cookies, victorian rugs, cherries, tulips, peonies, apple pie, landlines, Häagen-Dazs, window seats, rosaries, Frank Sinatra, Maroon 1967 Pontiac GTO 2DR Hardtop, Nyx Rocky Road Butter Gloss, stained glass, burning CDs, cassettes, being sentimental, plane rides, New York, vests, Pretty Little Liars aesthetic in season 1, legalese, Law and Order: SVU, 2000s Halloween movies, Christmas everything, massive coffee mugs, Tiffany Style Lamps, vintage suitcases / trunks, leather boots, mary janes, embroidered lace, fall festivities, Horror movies, equestrians outfits, cranberry juice, Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, 1920s engagments, The Time Travelers Wife (the show), pocketwatches, pictures of JFK Jr and Caroline Basset Kennedy, hair sticks, vintage jewelry, Sapphire, Emily the Strange, when the air is cold and crisp after rain, black cats, ladybugs, butterflies, white owls, calf boots, hair sticks, Hello Kitty, Strawberry Shortcake, Winx Club, Ever After High, camcorders, Pilot G-2 Pens, R.L Stine, Mazzy Star, tiramisu, dragonflies, Cristina Ricci movies, bangles, vintage cuffs, Amethyst, Elvira and Victoria’s Secret

Yeah, I love a lot!

[meazalykov]

baby pink

esmee brugts x reader

one part to the baby pink series

you never thought you’d muster the courage to invite esmee over, especially given how shy the both of you are. yet, here you are, standing in the kitchen of your apartment, waiting for her to arrive. 

ever since you both joined barcelona femení back in august, you’ve had a special bond. this didn’t happen overnight, due to her shy nature. you gave her a comfortable space to open up to you and eventually, she started to consider you her #1 on the team. 

slowly but surely, you opened up to each other, finding comfort in your shared shyness and love for football. to the team, it's clear that you guys have a crush on each other. the small touches and hidden jokes don't go unnoticed by the close team– but you guys just want to go with the flow. 

as you pull out the flour and sat it on your kitchen island beside the brown sugar– the doorbell rings. you look towards the foyer, where you can see the door, and take a deep breath. 

when you open the door, esmee is standing there in jeans with a nice yellow shirt on with a black puffer jacker. the dutch displayed her typical shy smile, her hands tucked into her coat pockets due to the chilly hallways.

“hey come in, you can put your jacket on the hooks and your shoes on the bench here” you say, stepping aside to let her in. you nodded your head towards the polished white bench where some of your shoes sit, including running shoes and some cleats. 

“hi and thank you” she replies, her voice soft but warm. she steps inside and you close the door behind her, waiting for her to get situated before you lead her into your kitchen.

as she walks further into your apartment, her eyes widen in surprise.

all of the kitchen utensils on the kitchen island are pink, complimenting your white counters. as she looks forward into the living room— she sees your beige colored couch with pink pillows and a pink throw covering it. 

she continues to look around as you finish setting up to bake cookies and brownies with her. esmee sees the pink colored tulips on your coffee table beside a pink book– and a regular mirror up on your wall. 

“everything is so… pink,” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. the dutch girl looks at you and noticed that you’re wearing pink pajamas. it is the late evening time so she doesn’t mind it, shes glad you’re comfortable around her. 

esmee smiles at you as you put your hair back into a bun, chuckling at what she said to you.

“yeah, i guess i should’ve told you about all of this. pink is my favorite color.” you say as you pull out chocolate chips and brownie mix from a brown grocery bag. 

to be fair– you thought everyone would’ve noticed that pink was your favorite color. you wear baby pink cleats (that adidas gifted to you)  all of the time during barcelona matches, your hair ties are always pink, your gym bag is pink, and you wear blush all of the time. 

some of your teammates are observant and already know about it, some did not– including your crush. 

“i can tell,” she responds with a smile, her eyes scanning the pink kitchenware again, and even the pink accents in the bathroom visible from down the hallway to your bedroom. 

“It’s adorable don’t worry. its very you.”

you feel your cheeks warm at her compliment. the heat was on in your apartment but you still blame it on the chilly air from outside. 

“thank you.” 

reaching into one of your cabinets by esmee’s legs– you chuckle before you hand her a pink apron. “ha– here, you can wear this. it’s my favorite.”

esmee takes it with a grin. the apron was clean and smelled like vanilla as she placed it over her head. “thank you.” 

an hour passes and the both of you talk as you wait for the cookies and brownies to finish in your oven. 

“i’m starting to get comfortable here– finally. it was a huge adjustment from washington.” you tell esmee, as you both talked about your ex-clubs before coming to barcelona. you picked at your nails as you remember the first few months at barcelona. 

the team loved you right away– but moving to a new country in a new continent was hard. luckily, the team made an effort to spend time with you so you never felt alone. esmee hanging out with you is an example on how the team wanted you to feel loved with them. 

“i get it. i’ve came here as a child to see barcelona play so i’m kind of got used to it faster.” esmee says, crossing her heads on your bar stool to get more comfortable. 

“you got to see messi in his prime, i’m jealous.” you joked. esmee laughed before taking a sip of the ice water you gave her– inside of a pink tinted glass cup. 

“yeah– but ronaldinho is my idol. i wish i got to see him play.” esmee comments, you nodded your head as you looked at her. 

the love in your eyes couldn’t be more obvious. there is some space between esmee and you, but you wanted to close it. she looked so pretty and all you wanted to do was tell her– but you held back each time. 

“i understand, but now you get to see me play.” you both burst in laughter at your joke. you’re oblivious to the love in the dutch girl’s eyes too. 

“you’re so funny. you’re lucky I love yo��” esmee stops. your heart drops to your stomach, wondering why esmee had to cut herself off. 

“love what?” you frown. in your mind, you hope that esmee was going to say what you thought. 

“you’re lucky i love your jokes.” esmee says casually. you would’ve believed her lie, until she quickly reached her hands for the glass of water again. you put your hands– with the nails painted with baby pink polish– together. 

“esmee?” 

“yeah?” 

“i feel like you’re lying.” you say. trusting your intuition, you know you had to confront her on her slip up.   

“um-” esmee rubs her hands onto her jeans as she looks away from you– at your pink colored clock in your living room.

“esmee.” you repeat. this time, you walk closer to her and sit down on the barstool beside her. you took her hands off of her legs and held them with yours. 

esmee swallowed in nervousness as she felt your soft hands holding hers. seeing the pink beaded bracelets on your wrists, with one of them being the colors of the lesbian flag, she takes a deep breath and looks at you finally. 

“do you love me?” you breathe out, as if someone could’ve eavesdropped on your conversation. 

the dutch girl didn’t respond right away, which didn’t make your nerves feel better. however, you rubbed her hands in comfort– hoping that she does love you the same way you love her. 

“i do. i do love you.” esmee mumbled as she looked down towards your legs. 

she was preparing for rejection, but she wouldn’t get it. 

you took your hands away from hers and placed your right hand on her neck. 

the two of you leaned in and your lips made contact. the sync of your lips lasted a few seconds before you pulled away– scared of overwhelming the left-back on your team. 

“i love you too esmee— so much.” 

— 

it's been two weeks since you guys confessed your love for eachother, but nothing much has happened since.

its two days after christmas, and you just dropped your sisters off at the airport so they could go back home to the states.  all you could think about was esmee. 

since no games are happening until the new year, you chilled at home watching scream 1. you didn’t mind watching a halloween centered movie around christmas so much since you were bored. 

you didn’t want to bother alexia, ingrid, mapi, patri, salma, or ona since they’re spending time with their families. the next time you’ll see them is at the new years party mapi and ingrid are hosting. 

you couldn’t text esmee either– not due to the confession from a few weeks ago– but you assumed that she was in the netherlands with her family as well. 

as you finished your fruit salad and placed the empty plastic bowl on the coffee table– planning on throwing it away after the movie ends– you hear your doorbell. odd. 

the only people you knew in barcelona were your teammates, and you already did a gift exchange with them after the game against rosengard, so you slowly walked to your door in curiosity. 

your heart stopped when you recognized the braids from the peephole of your door. you quickly unlocked your door and opened it to see esmee holding a big baby pink bag with another small pink box. 

“oh my goodness hey– come in–  i thought you went home for the holidays!” you gently pulled esmee inside your apartment by her puffer jacket arm. she giggles as you lock your door take the closed gifts out of her hands, so she could take her warm jacket off. 

“i did, i just got here this morning.” she says as she slips her adidas slides off of her feet. you smiled at her before leading her onto your beige colored couch. 

“wait right here!” you say and place the pink bag and box beside her. she watched you run down the other hallways into your bedroom, where you came back out with 3 boxes wrapped in blue wrapping– blue is esmee’s favorite color. 

as you handed the blue boxes to her, her jaw dropped slightly– happy that you thought about getting her presents as much as she was looking forward to getting you stuff for christmas. 

“i hope you liked what i got you!” you say as esmee starts to open up her presents first– both of you ignoring the tv in front of you both. 

for christmas, you got two pairs of sneakers along with a pair of blue nike cleats for esmee. in november, you saw a tiktok repost from esmee about two pairs of nikes that she wanted so badly– so you decided to get her those. 

“i’m so happy, thank you thank you.” esmee launched her body on top of yours on the couch. you kissed the top of her forehead before she sits back up. 

“you’re welcome. i’m happy you love them.” you say. 

“here– now open up your presents!” esmee excitedly hands you the baby pink bag. you smile brightly seeing her happy. 

removing the paper in the bag, you first pulled out a miffy plushie. you jaw drops and you lightly squealed at the sight of the soft thing. in your head, you’re glad its just esmee and you because some of the team would complain that you already owned enough miffys. 

“i love this!” you say. you gently placed the plushie on the couch beside you before you pulled out the next thing in the bag, which was an adidas box. 

“esmee- no you didn’t!” you say as your eyes widen at the box. 

“yes I did!” 

you opened up the box to reveal a pair of cleats. the cleat is mainly white with hints of pink throughout the laces. 

“these are so gorgeous!” you take the paper out of the cleat, which kept it shape, and quickly place one of the cleats on your left foot. 

the cleats are gorgeous. in your mind, you knew that the cleat would look great with the third cyan jersey at barca. 

“thank you so much for the gifts, i love them just as much as i love you.” you say five minutes later, after opening everything esmee got you. besides the miffy and cleats, she got you some pink colored candles and a nice pink colored sweatshirt. 

you felt her body tense a tiny bit as you hugged her, before she hugged you back. 

“i love you too.” she relaxed into your body as her arms wrapped around your lower back. 

“esmee.” you say. 

“yes love.” she responded. your heart melts at her name for you, deep down you want her to say it again. you held her tightly in response to that. 

“what are we?” you ask. you were nervous but that quickly went away as you felt the dutch girl scratch your back slowly. 

“will you be my girlfriend?” esmee asks straight away. you smile on her shoulder at this– grateful that this moment is happening. 

“yes. can you be my girlfriend?” you ask. 

“absolutely.” esmee says before pulling you into a soft kiss– on your glossy pink lips. 

<3

[porkcutletbowl44]

Angst, grief, loss of loved one, comfort

First time full on writing Gaz sorry if this sucks? (If he's wildly out of character please please please tell me)

Bound in a Phantoms Wish

❄️💕❄️

Christmas time used to be beautiful.

A warm fireplace, decorations, fresh homemade cinnamon rolls and delicious Christmas cookies (family recipe, of course), and the yearly tradition of putting up the tree at Nan's.

Kyle used to look forward to the holidays.

The delicious food, the gifts, the warmth and love from his family. Now all it does is remind him of what he no longer has. All it leaves in him is a stinging hole in his chest, a reminder every year that Nan is gone.

With a heavy exhale, Kyle watched his breath rise and dissipate in the air.

He leaned down, scooping up a handful of snow, squeezing lightly, watching the tiny frozen crystals stick together in a rough ball. He took a deep breath, watching steam escape his nose again. Breathe in, breathe out.

He was freezing. His thin, thermal black sweater could only keep him warm for so long.

"Remind me again why I agreed to this?"

Of course, he would return, year after year, visiting the grave.

It was a new tradition, after all.

Kyle's gloveless hands, now stiff and cold, chucked the ball of snow off to the side and stuffed his hand in the front jacket pocket as he treaded along.

Nancy Olivia Spencer

1930-2018

Loving wife, mother and grandmother.

Rest in eternal peace.

He recites in his mind.

The thought of his grandmother always made him feel somber. She was the closest thing to a mother figure after losing his mum at a young age. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, before opening them again. He looked over, glancing down as his gaze landed on the bouquet of tulips he brought, fresh and new.

"She would've loved these," his voice was barely above a whisper, feeling a lump burn up his esophagus.

Kyle heard footsteps, treading over the snow.

His head snapped upwards, gaze locking onto a black figure. His hand reflexively reached down under his sweater, fingers wrapping around the butt of a pistol he had concealed, hidden in an internal waist belt. His muscles tensed, eyes narrowing as he got a better look at the mysterious person crouching and shuffling through the snow.

...Right at Nan's grave.

He sucks in the cold air, overfilling his lungs with an icy bite. He watches the figure's movements with a steady dose of anger rising up, as they walked over to the headstone— arms seeming to sweep over the granite?— back facing Kyle.

He cautiously steps out into the yard, his boots immediately sinking into the snow, leaving behind a trail of imprints.

His hand remain where it is, hidden in his pocket and clutching the butt of his pistol. He watches the figure as silently as possible, feeling the numbness of his toes and fingers float off as unimportant.

He's greatly on edge. Being a member of an elite military unit will do that to you, always being paranoid and careful of your surroundings, even when he was on holiday. His heart was thudding in his chest, adrenaline rising quickly as he gripped his pistol tighter.

Whoever this was, they had the same idea to pay a visit and he had no fucking clue this person was or how they knew his Nan.

"Oi," he barks harshly, "Can I help you?"

You turn on the tips of your boots in a spooked manner, falling into the deep snow side first.

"O-Oh, hello! I'm so sorry I thought—" you bleat at the contact of cold snow, half your body getting covered in icy flakes.

Kyle's jaw slacks, a woman?

He stood in silence for a moment, before slowly making his way over, kicking small clouds of snow as he walked. He didn't expect whoever it was to be so... Cute.

Seeing your arms pop out from the snow, he lets a chuckle loose just a little to ease the tension.

"Bloody hell," he knelt down to his knees in the snow, lifting you out of the icy blanket on the earth, "Are you alright, miss?"

He helps lift you out, brushing the snow and ice off the best he could, his hands briskly sweeping over your shoulders. His gaze is still studying you, taking in your face and your features, you shiver almost violently from the cold, taking a moment to look at your features, unable to deny that you're quite beautiful. Even if you're dressed quite... Peculiarly.

He lets go of you, making sure you were balanced as he stood, tulips dangling in his grasp. Your cheeks and nose were red from the cold with your teeth chattering softly in your mouth.

"What are you doing out here?" He questioned, watching you with a wary gaze.

You huff out a dry laugh, presumably from the cold or because you are still spooked, pointing with a shaking finger to the tombstone.

"I'm so sorry, I had called a lady— uhm, a Mrs. Evelyn for permission to clean this headstone,"

Definitely skittish.

The corner of his lip twitched, his eyebrows crinkling in confusion. Your stuttering, shivering form gave him the impression that you were definitely cold, definitely scared. He had to admit, this was strange, why would you want to clean a stranger's headstone in -12°C weather?

'Auntie Eve' was the last person he expected.

"You called my aunt to clean my Nan's grave."

It came out sounding more like a statement, than a question. Kyle stares for a moment, his mind replaying your words once. Then twice.

Auntie Evelyn?

Of everything he expected, that was not it. He glanced to the grave, then back at you, taking a moment to process a simple response instead of looking around like a poorly programmed NPC. 

The thought of it alone warmed his heart, but the fact that you had called his Aunt for permission... Auntie Evelyn was a sweet, sweet lady, but also a tad too strict. He silently wonders what she had said to you?

"You called my Aunt," he repeated back to you, blinking several times, as if this were some dream—

A lady, dressed in all black and leather chains, dangling necklaces and bangles, cleaning graves on the week of Christmas?

"Ah," he finally manages to get out, clearing his throat in the process as he glances away, gaze at the headstone instead of you.

"You're here to... Clean?"

A sudden flush of embarrassment washes over his features, and the adrenaline in his system slowly starts to dissipate. Of course you were here to clean, he's just not believing it. It was just that the gesture was such a shock to him. He hadn't expected anyone to want to clean his Nan's grave, especially at this time of year.

He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure as he looks back to you. He takes a closer look now, noticing more of your attire— leather boots, multiple piercings, black pointed nails, rings, and there's a few notebooks next to you with various pendants hanging from the top of the spine.

Interesting attire.

"Yes! That is correct, I didn't know anyone was going to be here to visit... Nobody usually does come here often— I'm so sorry,"

He couldn't deny that he was rather impressed that you had the guts to call his Auntie for permission, especially considering how strict she usually is with her family and property.

Kyle's surprise slowly turned into a small smile as he watched you. Your sheepish demeanor was rather endearing, he couldn't deny that either. Though he could tell that you were genuinely sorry from your tone.

"No, no— you don't have to apologize," he shook his head, a small chuckle slipping through his lips, "You just startled me a bit, is all."

He glanced back at the grave, then back to you like you might take off, taking note of the supplies you brought with you.

"Where did you even find a shovel in this weather?"

As if you didn't even know you had a shovel, you look down and then grin.

"It's actually mine! I use it for gardening, but for the snow in the winter..." You look back, the white snow matches your makeup, it makes it really pop; blinding. "...To, uhm, clean the headstones and stuff."

You use a shovel— your shovel— for gardening, or to clean snow and headstones? That was certainly... Unique.

"You... garden?" He repeated, surprise lacing his voice, "In this weather?"

His eyes scanned your body once again, taking in your attire and jewelry, realizing he's now making a lot of snap assumptions about you.

"That's not to say you don't look the type to go out and... I don't know, till dirt?" He added quickly, hoping he hasn't offended you.

Kyle is amused, but carefully so.

"I have a greenhouse!" You informed kindly, lips parting wide with a toothy grin.

You seemed passionate about it. It was almost adorable how excited you looked telling him this with such compassion with a stranger. It made him wonder just how many more surprises you could possibly have in store. Was there anything else about you that would surprise him?

"Yeah?" He smiles genuinely now.

He holds out one of his hands, "I'm Kyle, sorry for givin' you a scare,"

You take it, your painted nails grazing his skin while giving him your name.

"It's fine, I'm sorry for just being here... God, you must think I'm some kind of weirdo,"

He feels heat rising up in his face, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly, and his heart rate picks up tempo again.

Weirdo? No, on the contrary.

His mind starts to go a bit haywire. Not a weirdo, you're bloody gorgeous.

Kyle's skin tingled at your touch, the coolness of your hand and fingers sending a shiver up his spine, and definitely not in a bad way. He shook his head as you spoke.

"No, not at all," he chuckled again, "You are the first person who's cared so much about this grave."

He paused, taking a moment to look out at the surroundings, snowflakes flurrying down every so often. A silence fell between the two of you, the only sound being the slight crunch of the snow beneath your boots as it shifted and melted. As the air between you two grew quiet, Kyle glanced back at you, studying you once again.

His gaze went from your eyes, down to your lips, taking in your smile once again. His eyes flicked to your earrings, then down to your necklaces, and then down to your hands still entwined with his. He realized that he was practically staring at you, but he couldn't help it.

You looked so... Different.

You were different. From anyone he's ever met.

"If you don't me asking," Kyle starts cautiously, "What brought you to start... Uh, cleaning graves?"

He held your hand gently as he spoke, his gaze flickering back up to meet yours, his dark brown eyes studying your face in an attempt to understand you. He was never one for beating around the bush, preferring to get straight to the point. You seem to snap back to reality, your eyes going wide in panic.

"Oh God! I'm sorry—" you glance at the forgotten tulips on his hand, your own retracting quickly. "I'll let you pay your respects to..."

"She's my Nan," he chuckles, smile dimming as the headstone unblurs, bleeding into his peripheral vision.

He followed your gaze, flitting to the tulips clutched in his hand.

"It's... It's fine, y'know," he reassured, his voice soft and gentle.

He raised the tulips, gesturing to the grave.

"I was just about to put these down," he smiled faintly.

"Those are beautiful..." You remark, recognizing his grief with a soft tone. "I'm very sorry for your loss—"

Just listening to you speak was enough to soothe him. You were so gentle about it, there was a certain... Warmth to your voice. The snowy landscape around him fell to the background, focusing solely on your voice—

".... Dining....... Sunlight!....."

Loud, cracking white noise cuts in the air in choppy, whooshing waves. His head jerks in the direction of the noise, confusion written across his features.

"What the bloody hell is that?" He breathes. 

"Sorry!" Your nails clack on plastic in a hurried attempt to silence the speaker, the sound cutting off with a loud staticy blare, "Damn walkman..." You chuckle.

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of a 'walkman.' Those things were old. But he supposed that was the least of his concerns.

"That some old vintage thing?" He asked, a smirk pulling at his lips, "Didn't realize they still made those."

"It was a gift... I have a thing for old-timey stuff," you smile prettily, tucking the device behind your back.

He exhaled loudly through his nostrils, thinking that was also odd. It was far too loud to be a walkman, and it didn't sound like singing.

"Your walkman?" He tilted his head towards the device, "What were you listening to that sounded like... That?"

"It's old, it... Messes up with the frequencies and stuff," you managed.

Kyle nodded in understanding, his confusion slowly fading away as you explained.

"Ah, I get it. Probably needs some new batteries, yeah?"

You fidget with the device, trying to get it working properly again. It was an interesting thing, how outdated it was. Old or not, he was intrigued by the fact that you carried a walkman of all things.

"Old music player, huh?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

You shoot him a cheeky grin, "Fitting, isn't it?"

Goth.

Yeah, the black leather and chains, the jewelry, the earrings, the walkman.

Everything about you screamed Goth.

It was indeed fitting, even if the device seemed ancient compared to today's smartphones and Bluetooth headphones.

"Well, I have to say," he begins, trying to sound nonchalant, "You certainly match that look you got going on. Goth, right?"

"Guilty," you outstretch your arms, the lovely bat sleeve dress you wear fanning out.

His gaze lingered on the patterns and shades, then drifts back to your face, taking in your makeup again before meeting your eyes. A smile tugged at his lips once more as he observed you. He quickly clears his throat, taking a step back to create some distance between the two of you, trying to ignore the subtle heat in his cheeks.

"It uh," he fumbles, "It suits you." he comments, noting how the dark colors contrasted nicely with your eyes and hair.

He never had this issue before, especially not with a stranger. Sure, he's had his fair share of partners and relationships in the past, but this was different.

You were different.

Something about you—your look, your attitude—was intriguing to him.

A moment of silence passes between the two, the only sound being the faint hiss coming from the old walkman. He didn't understand what you were doing to him. His heart beat a little faster when you smiled, and he found himself becoming acutely aware of your every move— the way you held yourself, how your dress swayed with your every movement, the sound of your voice, and the way your lips moved when you spoke.

It was absurd really, how someone he had just met could affect him this much. He gives you a wry smile, gingerly laying the flowers on the headstone.

Despite his attempt at regaining his composure, Kyle's hand trembles ever so slightly as he carefully places the tulips on the headstone. He stood silently for a moment, paying his respects to his Nan, taking in a deep breath to clear his head.

His mind, however, could not be clearer and he found his thoughts were solely focused on you.

"I uh," he began after a beat, cutting through the silence between the two of you, "I'm grateful. Thank you for tidying up her headstone."

Kyle's eyes flicker over you, taking in the way you seem to preen a little from his gratitude. He couldn't help but find the sight endearing—you were almost like a kitten preening after getting a pat on the head. Yet, you felt good for doing a good deed to a stranger you've never met.

He let out a small laugh, "You like doing this kinda stuff, don't you?" He asks, his voice laced with amusement.

"Of course... There's just something peaceful about graveyards."

Peaceful was the right word for graveyards and the overall atmosphere of the place.

It was quiet, still. You couldn't hear the sounds of blaring car horns and honking cars like you could in the city. The only sounds to be heard were the occasional birdsong and the gentle shhhh of a light breeze passing by.

Yet... Who would be comfortable being surrounded by death and grief?

"Yeah, I get it," he mutters quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets, "It's quiet, y'know."

He glanced back at the headstone, his Nan's name etched into the granite.

"I always thought it was... Strange," he began, his voice quiet. "How there's just rows and rows of stones, all lined in uniform."

His gaze flickers to the many grave sites surrounding his Nan's, a small lump forming in his throat.

"Every single one of 'em is a person. Someone who lived, and someone who had loved ones. It's hard not to think of—"

He cuts himself short, his throat tightening.

"Are you okay?" You murmur delicately.

His mind drifts to his job; to Soap, Price, Ghost, all his teammates.

It was a dangerous line of work they did—the fact that every time he walked away from base, he'd could be walking to his possible demise. Of all the things that could get him killed, he never thought of dying in a graveyard before. He nods faintly, addressing you lightly.

"How come you aren't creeped out by it? The... dead folk around us?"

Your nonchalance piqued his interest. Here you were, at a graveyard, surrounded by death, and you somehow seemed completely unfazed by it. The fact that he was creeped out baffled him. He'd been in far more dangerous situations before, life-threatening ones even, but yet, a cemetery got to him.

He'd never met someone who felt comfortable in a graveyard. Sure, you got the odd group of teens here and there, trying to make some sort of video or take pictures; but most people avoided visiting them unless necessary.

Yet, here you seemed to be—standing right in the middle of a graveyard as if it were an everyday thing. As if it were normal.

"Well... Nobody is here to say anything. I don't get weird looks or questioned for who I am." You supply, and you're not in any way being rude or snarky.

You're just... So passionate about what you do. So into it.

Enigmatic.

Nobody was judging you here, nobody was there to criticize you—just you, and the dead.

He could only guess what you meant by who you are.

But the fact that nobody had anything to say here, no one would question you nor give you weird looks... That was something he could understand. After all, he too, had felt similar.

"I suppose you're right," he said slowly, a frown now forming on his lips.

He glanced around the graveyard, noting the fact that the two of you were the only ones there. It was still quiet, peaceful even as the soft breeze passed through, gently pushing away the clouds of his thoughts. But there was something about you that made him want to ask. To delve deeper into your mind.

"But—that can't be the only reason, right?" He asked quickly. 

He glanced around the graveyard, his eyes roaming over the headstones and markers surrounding them.

"You said it yourself—" he began, turning his gaze back to you. He took a small step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, "—that it's peaceful. You prefer dead people's company over the living?"

You keep your smile, shaking your head with a patient look.

"I meant that this is relaxing... To be alone on the living side while spending time with them. How many of their families actually visit them?"

He knew all too well of friends and family who never bothered visiting those who had passed.

They just... Left them there.

Left them to rot.

He glanced back at his Nan's headstone, the sharp, hot stab of grief returning. He missed her. His gaze flickered to you, still watching him with that kind, warming sight.

"Not many," he mutters bitterly, "If any."

Many of the graves here seem to be abandoned, with weeds poking through the cracks of their stones, signs of age and deterioration noticeable on most of them. You peer around him, the pink and yellow tulips standing out against the snow.

"...No gift?" You tease lightly.

"Gift..." he repeated, the word sounded foreign on his tongue as his mind scrambled for meaning.

After a moment, his expression softened into a warm smile as he realized what you meant. In his not so excitement of eagerness to visit his Nan's grave this year, he had completely forgotten a gift. He usually didn't, just the flowers and some loving words.

"Ah, no—no gift." he admitted sheepishly, "Bit of a rookie mistake, wasn't it?"

You reach into your purse— it's an Ouija board design— pulling out a tiny plushie made out of soft yarn.

It's a bee. Nan loved the bees. She had a fascination with insects, always pointing out different types and saying their names as if they were her babies. His Nan would have loved the gift.

"A little gift, for Christmas... If you want,"

His Nan adored those creatures. She loved to watch them buzz about in the garden when summer rolled around every year. Her entire kitchen was bee themed, throw blankets on the couches were yellow— Sunflowers. Bees. Wind. Honey. The China cabinet has multiple bee tea cups with matching plates and spoons.

But... How did you know?

"I—" he began, his words cut off as the sight of the toy bee registered in his mind.

For a moment, he wished to see her smile one more time.

"Are you sure...?"

Your face drops in minor, frantic panic.

"I mean, I have others if that's not good... Let's see; sheep, bats, octopus, a spider—"

Despite the anxiety on your face, Kyle found himself unable to hold in the chuckle raddles around his throat.

"It's perfect," he reassured, holding out his hand to stop you from pulling out the entire pocket full of plush toys. "She'd—she'd love it, really." He reassured, quiet and thoughtful.

Kyle reached out his hand, gingerly taking the plushie from your grasp. He held it carefully, studying the little creature in the palm of his hand. It was small— adorable, even— with its cute smile, heart-shaped blushing cheeks and the soft, hand-crocheted yarn it was made of.

He smiles as he imagines his Nan's reaction to the toy.

She would've loved it.

He turns, clutching it close to his chest for just a moment, imagining receiving just one more of her hugs smelling of butterscotch and freshly baked bread— and putting the bee on the headstone. The plushie finds its place beside the tulips, its cheerful smile seeming to almost match the cheerful colors of the tulips.

He found comfort in knowing that he now left something that he knew his Nan would love, and for once, he didn't feel the gnawing guilt of leaving her lonely and abandoned.

"Thank you..." he began, strained and almost choked "You—uh, didn't have to. I know we barely know each other and—"

He stopped himself; realizing he was about to ramble on awkwardly. Usually, he wasn't so inept when it came to talking to people, let alone attractive women. Yet, here he stood, feeling like a teen who had just discovered girls for the first time.

He was thankful—so, so thankful for the gift and your kindness. But the fact that he now associated your sweet, caring attitude with his grandmother's didn't help the growing feelings stirring within him.

"It's nothing," you wave off, "I have tons of them. I like to make things,"

The idea of you sitting there just knitting, crocheting away was cute. He could almost imagine your determined expression, your hand creating something out of nothing, creating life from nothing but some fabric and thread.

He glances at the bee, "You made that?"

He took a good look at the plushie, noting the soft, hand crocheted yarn, the careful and precise stitches that made the little bee look so perfect.

"Damn," he continued, his tone a mix of admiration and disbelief, "It looks... Professional."

The craft was far more advanced than his own skill sets, he could only make a measly blanket or a beanie. On a good day.

Just how much time and effort had you put into making it?

How long have you been practicing crocheting?

And for some reason, how did your hands look working away at the yarn? Was it as beautiful as the rest of you?

He didn't want to question too much and sound like an ignorant pillock.

He couldn't even imagine the amount of time and patience it would take to master something like that, let alone have the talent of producing those little creations.

"Thanks! The stitch pattern is easy once you understand and memorize it,"

Your knowledge on the craft was impressive to say the least.

He couldn't muster the amount of patience it would've taken to do this kind of thing, and to put so much effort into a simple, hand-made gift. And not only that, but to do it without asking for much in return.

"It must take days to make somethin' like that, right?" He asked with curious wonder, "The yarn looks pretty small and tricky,"

"Half an hour," you corrected, your arms now hugging yourself as a gust of wind blew at your dress.

Only half an hour?

For something like that?

Impressive was an understatement.

"It's for my side business. I hope to make it a priority one day—" You rub your hands together with a soft sniffle.

You were shivering from the cold, and yet, you continued talking like nothing was happening. Didn't you know you could get ill?

You had also chosen to wear the thin dress with... Stockings.

Were you trying to freeze to death?

With how cold it was outside, and with you only in a long sleeve dress and very light clothing, you were far more cold than him. Kyle tried to reason with himself. He wasn't your parent for Christ's sake, it wasn't his business if you froze yourself.

Yet he found that the need to protect you was starting to overpower his better judgment. He wasn't sure what you were trying to do— freeze? Impress him?

But he was certain that you'd get ill if you remained outside much longer like this. He doesn't even think of his next move.

"Here—"

There's plenty of warmth in his jacket. Thankfully he's got a spare in his car. Kyle shrugged off his jacket before you could even consider protesting. He moved closer, gently draping the extra layer of heavy fabric around your shoulders. His hands lingered on the material, adjusting it so it covered you properly.

As the heavy weight settled on your frame, he took a small step back to admire you.

You... You looked damn good.

He's smug; getting you some warmth before you could even deny it for his sake.

"What were you thinking comin' out to clean a gravesite in snow without proper attire?"

"Doesn't match my style. Pain is temporary, beauty is forever," you giggled.

Kyle raised an eyebrow at your words, his lips twitching slightly in amusement.

"A fashion diva, ay?" He teased, taking a small step closer to you.

"Style over warmth? You sure you're not about to freeze somethin' off, love?"

"I'd say it's worth it," you quip back.

He takes in the way the jacket swallows your frame, how the material falls over your curves, the way his own body heat still lingered within the fabric, and you still shivering slightly from the cold. He let his gaze linger on how his jacket looked in its new form, and how it seemed to make you look so— small.

You did like looking good, didn't you?

From the dress that showed off your figure and tattoos, to the stockings that looked far too good on your legs, to his oversized jacket draped over your arms. You looked stunning, yet it was a damn shame you'd get ill because you couldn’t keep warm in the elements.

He hums, the corner of his lips twitching up slightly.

"Would you fancy a break from the cold? There's..." He clears his throat, smoothing off snow from his short hair.

There's been enough grief for today. He wouldn't want his Nan to witness him being a bumbling fool over a beautiful woman any longer.

"...—There's a café a few blocks down. Some tea? Hot chocolate?"

The café had a reputation for its decent service, a comfortable atmosphere, and most importantly; delicious hot beverages and baked goods. He wasn't ready to part with you yet, he wanted to spend more time with you. A hot cup of tea or hot chocolate was the perfect excuse.

If you accepted, that is.

He watched intently as you seemed to consider his offer, your mind swirling on whether to stay within the cold to keep working or join him in the warmth. He would have preferred the latter, especially with how you were still shivering as the wind picked up, your body starting to shake more obviously.

"Unless you're up for losin' a limb to frostbite, love?" He teased, hoping to sway you to agree.

A shared chuckle between you, and then you nod.

"Yeah, I would love to." Your eyes wander behind him, "But don't you want some extra time?"

He had already spent a reasonable amount of time. He had said his goodbyes, left his gift, and taken in the sight of her grave one last time. He never did stay long. It was too painful.

"No..." he said finally, shaking his head slightly, "I-I think I've spent enough time for today."

Stay here longer and be alone with his thoughts, wallow in more grief and guilt? Or leave and spend time with you?

The decision is obvious.

"Some company would be nice," he murmurs, turning his gaze back on you with a gentle smile.

With the decision agreed upon, Kyle took the lead, guiding you away from the grave site as the sun continued to climb up the sky. His eyes didn't wander often, keeping his gaze straight ahead, but occasionally, he would glance over at you to see if you were keeping up.

His jacket looked even better on you than he had imagined. It was baggy on you, the hem of the material falling down to your mid-thigh, which was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"So... A knitting business?"

"Mhm, it's a little hobby I decided to pursue as a side career. It's very relaxing to knit or crochet in my greenhouse."

Kyle nodded, listening intently as you explained further. He could picture you working away on something, sitting in your little greenhouse, surrounded by rows and rows of yarn with a cup of tea or coffee in your hand, completely immersed in the project, the sunlight pouring in and warming your skin along with the warm climate of the greenhouse itself.

It sounded... Cozy.

He could imagine you completely in your realm; in your own space.

"Sounds like you're living in paradise," he remarked warmly, "Specially when it's freezin' outside. What do you grow in it? Vegetables, or..."

"Anything I get get a hold of... How about your profession?"

"Me?" He asked, his voice going surprisingly hoarse all of a sudden.

He coughs to clear his throat, running a hand through his hair as he tries to find the right words. How exactly was he supposed to explain his job to you? How could he even describe it? His job was a lot more rough and intense than yours. He was a killer. A trained killer who took people's lives.

Not something a normal girl would want to hear.

You just remain silent as he fumbles to himself, treading through snow carefully.

Luckily, the 'walkman' decides it's the perfect opportunity.

".... War! Danger!..... Home?....."

For a moment or two, Kyle floundered, lost in a mixture of surprise and frustration. He'd already forgotten about the strange relic, and was not prepared to have it go off in the middle of his moment of panic.

It almost sounds disoriented— broken. Like a radio signal that's been scrambled and garbled.

There's a warning in the tone, a sense of urgency that had his heart nearly stopping. The thing was loud, in such poor condition... The sound of the voice; the warning in the tone, the sense of urgency— were you in trouble?

It was strange... Like it answered his question for him.

"Sorry about that," you chuckled.

His eyes dart over your form. You seemed undisturbed by the garbled noise, like this was a normal occurrence for you.

"No, it's... It's alright," he mutters with caution, "Mind telling me what it is though? Where did you get it?"

"It was a gift from... An old shop, super old, I'm shocked it still works when it does,"

A gift... Super old shop... Something that managed to just, well, work?

That sounds impossible.

But here you were, holding the device in your hands, which clearly managed to produce a strange, disorientated voice.

Weird.

Kyle still seems a little off, like he's seen a ghost, but the smile on your face was reassuring enough to calm him slightly. Perhaps the device was normal. He was just overreacting.

He keeps pace next to you, clearing his throat once again. He finds himself smiling back at you, a soft hum of acknowledgment leaving his throat as he continues to follow along beside you.

Yet... He just can't fully forget that the voice was distinctly female. What a strange radio station...

He's doing it almost instinctively, moving himself closer to the road while you're by the inner sidewalk, closest to the shop windows. He gets you away from the snow and any potential slush, and keep you safe from any car accidents, or reckless drivers. He doesn't think anything of the gesture as he walks alongside you, but you have the sweetest smile and the softest eyes he's ever seen on a woman.

[heartstringsbloom]

Hear me out

Lightning McQueen of Hearts

I’m about to get a little fantastical with this

Willy’s Butte is known for its desert sands. It’s also home to tulips and cacti. One should always be careful. What it isn’t known for is mysterious roses popping up on the edges of those cacti. The single bloom is so brightly red it’s almost cartoony, or so Lightning thinks as he drops into the patch for a closer look. His recent obsession with flowers only fuels his curiosity, but it’s almost as if he couldn’t look away if he tried. He doesn’t remember if he tried . . .

It’s velvety to the touch. Surprisingly thick and strong. Light plucks it, careful of the cacti surrounding, though his finger slips either way. A thorn?

Ow.

Suddenly the world dips. His vision wavers, swims. He doesn’t feel himself fall, thankfully doesn’t feel the cactus needles, because he’s out before they touch him.

He’s waking up, someone says.

He blinks himself to consciousness. It’s not the first time he’s woken up in Doc’s clinic. Usually he remembers why, though.

Bluer-than-the-ocean pours into his field of vision. Sally cups his face. Something worries her. Light reaches out to return the gesture, even brush some blue behind her ear, but he freezes as soon as his fingers reach her.

Thorns.

His arm is covered in them. Jagged, winding vines that curl up and around his forearm and wrist. Black, red markings. Covered in thorns.

Sally follows his gaze and presses her lips together. They had noticed, she says.

Then she hands him her mirror.

Oh.

Where strawberry-dusted gold had been, there now was a deep red. Rose red. As if someone had bled all over his scalp and it painted down the rest of his hair. The thorny vines have curled up his jaw and around his eyes like the memory of some weird, tattooed mask. Barely there yet unforgettable.

He can’t take his eyes off of his reflection. Sally rubs his back soothingly.

They both turn when the door opens and in steps Doc, who’s scrutinizing a file as if it’ll confess that it’s been in the cookie jar.

He can’t make heads or tails of the situation. Mcqueen’s vitals are fine, though his heart is a little more active. His pupils are blown, too, and—Doc lets out a laugh of disbelief. Maybe anxiety.

What? Lightning grips the medical bed.

Didn’t you see the hearts?

Sally holds the mirror in front of him.

Oh.

Centered in his dilated pupils was a matching set of small, red hearts.

A sudden wave of emotions runs through him, twisting around his veins and lighting up his heart. Everything burns and everything sings. He wants to scream and he wants to smile. Nothing makes sense.

He feels mad (he feels mad). In the frenzy of his heart he remembers, all of a sudden.

Through his teeth he asks about the rose. He thinks it was painted red. He wants to play croquet. (He wants to play croquet?).

He only asks about the rose. Neither of the other two can tell him where it even came from. Roses show up in the desert sometimes, but never have they seen one on a cactus.

He hadn’t known better. He wouldn’t have touched it, had he known the outcome. His nails bite into the leather bed, and it’s as if his touch itself contains a dozen thorns.

He didn’t mean to tear it. What’s gotten into him?

He sways on his feet as Sally helps him down, Doc’s advice of plenty rest and maybe some water following them out the door. He stumbles but Sally rights him every time.

He feels like he’s losing his head. He feels . . .

He’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

(He dreams of half-painted roses and croquet gardens).

Eep.

[ashuribbon]

seabeasts but i fucked up and now theyre flower adjacent /silly

OHOHOHOHOHO,,,, You won't believe how much I wanted to do this, and now that I have time on my hands...

The Four Sea Beasts... as FLOWERS!

It was probably the hardest thing to choose for each Sea Beast, but it was definitely worth doing the research and studying! Explanation for each under the cut!

Saint Whiskey Cookie's flowers would be more associated with funeral flowers, or in specifics the Forget-Me-Nots and white tulips. As he is the Beast of Heartbreak and once the Light of Sanctuary, he had to experience death of the Virtue of Knowledge (Blueberry/Shadow Milk Cookie). Forget-Me-Nots represent true love and remembrance, and it fits considering he was once in loved with the Virtue of Knowledge, and made sure he wasn't forgotten, even after his demise. White tulips specifically represent forgiveness, which he usually preached in the Aged Rum Church but also begs to the heavens for. I also imagined he also has those flowers with eyes, kind of like in the Magic Academy!

His flower holder of choice? A woven basket, a more classic and traditional method as a brief reminder of when times were simple. It also comes with a letter!

Icy Tundra Cookie's flowers are Purple Irises and Bleeding Hearts! She may still be Captain Ice, but she now holds a more queenly status, hence the flowers of choice. The Purple Irises resemble that of royalty, often given to those of high-status which she already has. They also represent wisdom, as she is still the Light of Guidance despite now being a Sea Beast. The Bleeding Hearts was a flower I was surprised to learn about, and I decided to go with it! These flowers are mostly a rare sighting, but in most cultures are a symbol of unrequited love, but also represent loneliness and sadness. I imagine that she could had realized how alone she had become once she gained ruler status, and thus the ice in her heart grew stronger. Her role in Mystic Flower Cookie's demise didn't help out either.

This gal's flower holder of choice is a long vase! Something that can make her deemed of a high status, but a firm reminder that despite this, she is still in control and will hold on to what she has left in her.

Salty Shark Cookie's flowers are the more vibrant ones, so the Black-eyed Susan and Hibiscus flowers! Hibiscus flowers are mostly tropical flowers, and Salty Shark Cookie spent his entire life in the sea and embracing the ocean for what it's worth. Hibiscus flowers represent passion, as even though he is a Beast of Anarchy, he never stopped caring for the Cookies who still remain in his life, even those who had distanced from him or even cut ties due to him covering for himself when something bad happens. The Black-eyed Susan is a very unique flower, representing justice, which is something he always does when something goes awry, especially with his rivals. No need for corrupt rulers if he's the one bringing their actions to light. Knowing what happened, he should probably take his own advice...

His flower holder of choice is a bouquet! It's simple and a little bit basic, but it's his choice.

Emperor Abalone Cookie's flowers are more associated with his authoritarian mindset, so his are Cinquefoils and Crown Imperials. His kingdom expects him to see him as someone who is powerful, and the one who holds the entirety of the world together. While both flowers represent power, they both contrast in other meanings. The Crown Imperials represent pride, as he remains proud of his status as the Beast of Greed, and is prideful of how greatly improved he grew his kingdom and made a lot of allies prior to the Herald of Change surrendering his Soul Jam to him. The Cinquefoils represent honor and strength, as he has shown to be honored in the eyes of even certain places... According to research, however, they are deemed as an invasive species, heavily reflected when he turned the once spicy, firey land into a mariner's utopia, and he managed to expand the kingdom through the conquest of Tearcrown.

Emperor Abalone's flower holder of choice is quite simple! The flowers wilt easily, but by putting them into frames and turning them into permanent jewelry, they are long-lasting... Just like him.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

[svnflower-writes]

i'll stay in the pool and drown (so i don't have to watch you leave)

description: in which Sirius runs away and Regulus is left to deal with his emotions alone.

relationship: james potter x regulus black

warnings: mentioned child abuse + neglect, angst, hurt/comfort, not much jegulus more focused on reg and sirius. not a warning but i love pandora sm

word count: 3,806

requested: no but it tied for first in the poll

note: inspired by me listening to tv by billie eilish on loop (title lyric is so regulus coded). some mutuals will know allll about my little spiral and how it included a lotttt of tv by billie. oops. this is very angsty and possibly a reflection of my mental state rn but uh… sorry??? also this is totally unedited as always oops. also there’s not really much jegulus but the stuff that's there is fluffy. It’s mainly regulus and sirius being siblings and regulus centred angst bc i love him. a bit of sirius focused angst snuck in at the end and i didn't plan that but i love him soooo. again. i'm sorry. this is almost 4k words of pure angst. so.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54978655

marauders taglist: (lmk if you want to be added or removed) @lovefolder @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds

Regulus supposed that deep down, he had always known how everything would turn out. Sirius was always going to leave him, it was an unavoidable fact. Some things were simply written in the stars, irreversible parts of life that could not be changed by mere mortals meddling around with them. But just because it was fixed in stone, just because it was fate, didn’t stop Regulus from being completely and utterly destroyed by the mere concept. 

Sirius had been the only true constant in his life. 

He had been there when Regulus was five and their mother had looked at him with true resentment in her eyes and slapped him across the face for the first time. He had held the younger boy in his arms and ran his fingers through his hair, both boys shaking with fear as tears rolled down their cheeks. 

He had been with Regulus when he was eight and Orion had verbally abused him for merely interacting with a muggleborn. Sirius had sat down with Regulus and ensured that he had known that nothing he had done was wrong. After Reggie had understood this, they snuck to the kitchen and stole a jar of cookies to eat while the two hid in Sirius’ room. 

He had been there when Regulus was nine, his parents locking him in his room with no food for two days because he had freed one of their house elves. Sirius had sat outside Regulus’ door for the whole time, whispering to him and slipping food through the gap under the bed. They had sat in silence, neither finding anything to say that could possibly improve the situation. But silence or not, being there together made them both feel immensely better. 

Sirius leaving for Hogwarts was one of the worst years of Regulus’ life—he knew Sirius would be back, though, and that’s what kept him counting the days. 

Once Regulus came to Hogwarts, him and Sirius had seemed to drift apart slightly. This didn’t hurt as much as Regulus had anticipated it would, because he now had friends. He had Pandora, Evan, Barty, and Dorcas. Sometimes he had Sirius too, but Sirius was popular; he didn’t need to cling to his brother like he once had. Regulus didn’t miss the lingering glances in hallways, but he never really took any specific notice of them. He assumed that if Sirius had wanted to speak to him, he would have. 

In the summer holiday after Regulus’ first year, the brothers had reconnected. They grew closer than ever, and although they still didn’t speak much at school when they finally returned, there was no doubting the love between them. 

Sirius had always been there. Whether he was actually present in the moment or just in Regulus’ head, he was always by his side in his heart. But then, during the Christmas holidays of the year when Sirius turned sixteen, something seemed to change. Sirius’ fights with their parents became more and more frequent, going from happening twice a week to twice a day. He stopped being around as often, crashing at James’ house a few times a week. Regulus was holding his breath, knowing that if he stepped out of line even the slightest bit, one of his parents would snap and everything would take a turn for the worse.

He was also spending an increasing amount of time at Pandora’s house, her sweet nature a much preferred option to the feeling of walking on eggshells in his own home. Evan was there most of the time, and where Evan was, so was Barty. Every once in a while they’d manage to drag Dorcas away from Marlene and get the whole group together, but that was rather rare. It was nice, though, spending time together without the pressure of school. It ensured that Regulus understood that they actually wanted to be around him, something he had struggled with for as long as he could remember. 

One thing Regulus knew was that if asked who his best friend was, he would say Pandora without hesitation. He never doubted her genuinity, which soothed a lot of his anxiety and helped him put things into perspective. Regulus needed to know that he was wanted, and Pandora never hesitated to reassure him. The two had just had the Rosier house to themselves, Barty and Evan on a date and Pandora and Evan’s parents out for a dinner party. Music softly playing off Pandora’s record player she had bought at a muggle thrift store, the two sat on her bed eating chocolate brownies and talking about what some would consider nothing but was everything to them. They had been doing this for about six hours when Regulus decided that he should probably head home to avoid his parent’s anger at him for being late. 

Regulus got home and knew before he even stepped in the door that something was terribly wrong. Slowly and cautiously opening the door, Regulus held his breath as he stepped inside. The house was eerily silent, no whispers of paintings or hurried footsteps of houselves, let alone not a single sign of human life. Exhaling softly, he quietly shut the door and attempted to walk down the hallway without making a sound–which turned out to be easier said than done. The eyes on the paintings followed his every move, not once losing focus on him. He raised his hand to his forehead and pushed some stray hairs out of his eyes before making his way up the stairs to his room. He went three steps at a time, eyes fixed on the floor as the nervous lump in his throat simply grew. After what felt like an eternity, he made it to his room. His hand closed around the cold metal doorknob and he exhaled shakily. Turning the door handle, he stepped into his room before pausing. He turned, eyes landing on the door to Sirius’ room. Sighing softly, he closed his door and made his way across the hall to the door of his brother’s room. 

He knocked softly.

No reply.

“Sirius?”

He knocked again, slightly louder this time.

Still, nothing. 

“Sirius, can I come in?” 

There was no response. Regulus sighed, slumping down on the floor, leaning back against the door and letting his head knock against the wood. He chucked. “Doesn’t this remind you of something?”

Once again, nothing. He didn’t really know what he had expected.

“Sirius, I don’t mind if you don’t want to talk to me. I won’t be offended. Can I just come in and make sure you’re okay? Please?” 

The silence that followed ached painfully in Regulus’ ears. 

“I’m going to take your silence as a confirmation that I can come in.”

The only sound that broke the silence was Regulus’ sigh. He stood up, opening the door of Sirius’ room and glancing around slowly. It was messier than usual. Sirius wasn’t a tidy person, but he wasn’t this messy. Clothes covered every inch of the ground and one drawer of his chest of drawers had almost fallen right out of the frame. His bed was a sorry excuse of being made, covers and sheets falling off to the point where they were more on the floor than the bed itself. There was no Sirius to be seen. 

“I guess he’s spending the night at James’ again.” 

He turned to leave before pausing. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing.

Hi, Siri. 

I assume you’re at James’, and I hope you’re okay.

I miss you, by the way. Maybe we could hang out when you get home back.

Reg

Regulus liked James—possibly a little too much —so he knew his brother was in good hands. He just wished he could see him. 

Two days later, Sirius wasn’t back. It was now pretty obvious to Regulus that he was not going to be back. Sirius had left . 

Left him. Sirius had left him. 

He couldn’t quite believe it. He had spent five hours last night simply sitting on Sirius’ bed, wishing he was still there. The emotions he was feeling were not quite describable, but if he was in a state where he could think of the words matching these emotions, he’d probably say he felt betrayed, lost, and hurt. Of course, he would never actually say that. Regulus wasn’t one to express his emotions. One thing that Regulus understood was that he felt no form of anger towards his brother. He recognised why Sirius had left, and he thought it was very understandable. What he hated was being left. He was alone in this horrendously big house and he didn’t even have it in him to talk to Pandora about it.

Regulus had never felt comfortable sharing his feelings. He assumed this was due to his parents pushing them away whenever he had tried to tell them anything at all. 

Regulus knew he’d be okay. He didn’t need other people to survive, he never had. 

Three weeks later, Pandora showed up at his bedroom door with a box of chocolates and a mission. She was determined to get him outside and out of the bedroom he was rotting in if it was the last thing she did. Regulus knew he was lucky to have a friend like her, but he wanted nothing more than to sit in his bedroom for the rest of his life. Part of him knew this was unhealthy, but part of him just didn’t want to show his face to the silent house he was residing in. 

Pandora would do anything to make Regulus feel okay, and she was well aware that to do this she would have to take him to Sirius, but they would cross that bridge when the time was right. First, she had to carefully shake him out of his shell of self destruction, reminding him that there were people who cared for him. 

Pandora sat on his bed, looking at him with soft eyes that he avoided at all costs. “Reg… Reg, look at me.” 

He didn’t, but that didn’t stop Pandora from softly cupping his head in her hands. “Regulus, I have been your best friend for five years. I know something’s wrong—and you don’t have to tell me. Just come to my house with me, Merlin knows you need to get out of this house, and Barty and Evan are out. You don’t have to talk to anyone you don’t want to talk to.” 

Now Regulus looked up Ever so slowly, he leaned in to rest his head on his best friend’s shoulders, not speaking but his eyes holding more meaning than his words at this moment possibly could. 

After ten minutes of simply being in each other's presence, Regulus spoke. “Can we get out of this house?” 

Pandora nodded, helping him up. “My house?” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“Would you rather be alone or do you mind seeing everyone else?” 

“Where are they?” 

“I think they’re at Marlene’s house.” 

Regulus was not close to Marlene. He didn’t know much about her, in all honesty, but because her and Dorcas were practically attached by the hip, he assumed that she was nice. And to tell the truth, Regulus needed to see his friends. He paused before muttering. 

“I want to see everyone.” 

“Alright.” 

Much to his relief, the mood of the hangout didn’t change vividly when he arrived. He noticed Barty and Evan shared a soft glance between them, and Dorcas gave him a quick hug that was noticeably more gentle than usual, but the conversation stayed as lively as it had been before he arrived. Regulus allowed himself to lean into Pandora’s side, twirling her long hair between his fingers. She continued talking to Dorcas as her right arm embraced Regulus into her side. Regulus didn’t speak much, but no one expected him to. 

As comforting and grounding as it was, it wasn’t what he needed. Regulus needed reassurance, he needed affirmations that he wasn’t the reason his brother had left. And the only person who could truly give him this confirmation was Sirius himself. He felt guilty about this; Pandora was doing more than she had to do and he couldn’t feel the amount of gratitude he knew he should be feeling. He must have stiffened, because his best friend looked down at him with an amount of gentleness that made him feel alarmingly close to tears. He felt impossibly small, looking down at his hands and fixing his gaze on the golden sun ring he always wore as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Marlene looked at him curiously from where she sat on the dark red couch across the room. She cautiously glanced at Dorcas before speaking. “I know where Sirius is if you want to see him.” That was possibly the most Marlene had ever said to him. Regulus stared at her blankly for a moment, before nodding slowly. 

“Yeah, uh. That sounds nice.” his voice was impossibly weak, and he might have been embarrassed had he had any awareness of himself at this moment. But he felt like a shell of himself, he wasn’t really there. 

“Okay. We probably shouldn’t all go, it might be overwhelming. So–” 

“I’ll come.” Pandora spoke, much to Regulus’ relief. Despite not feeling entirely complete with her affection and care, he appreciated it. It was a kind of foreign concept to him, the genuine adoration she had for him. He had never witnessed that in his family, let alone experienced it himself. He smiled shakily at her and she squeezed his hand reassuringly. 

The trip to find Sirius was quiet, but no one seemed to mind. When they were about halfway there, Regulus’ heart leapt as he had a sudden realisation. They were on their way to James’ house. On second thought, it made sense. James Potter was Sirius’ best friend, he wasn’t sure why he was so alarmed by this fact. When they arrived at the house, Regulus took a deep breath. He was overwhelmed by the emotions of this moment, the concept of seeing Sirius for the first time in two and a half weeks and being back at James’ house was causing his head to spin. He hadn’t seen James in almost a month and it was achingly evident from the heavy feeling in his heart. 

Walking through the door, the first thing he saw was Sirius’ black Doc Martens sitting next to a few pairs of dirty converse beside the doormat. James’ converse. He swallowed. The first thing he heard was Sirius’ voice from a few rooms away, which almost made him do a double take. Marlene walked further into the house after quickly kicking off her red converse, and Regulus followed soon after. Pandora kept her distance behind the two, not wanting to intrude on the moment—this consideration once again reminding Regulus how deeply he loved her. 

Marlene glanced back to make sure Regulus was behind her, smiling gently at him before walking into the Potter’s living room. James looked up instantly, eyes widening a fraction as he took in the boy standing in the doorway. He clearly didn’t think his words through before blurting, “Reg?” 

Sirius stopped talking, whirling around with wide, panicked eyes. “Regulus?” 

Regulus desperately searched in his brother’s eyes for a sign that he could go hug him, that he could say something, that he could walk further into the room. There was a certain element of distress in Regulus’ eyes as he seeked the affirmation he so desperately needed. Sirius seemed to be in shock, and it was clear to James that he would not be affirming his brother’s doubts any time soon. He wanted to, of course he did—James was well aware that Sirius loved Regulus more than anything in his entire world. So James spoke up, saying possibly the most awkward thing he could have said in this situation. 

“Do you want a cup of tea?” 

Regulus seemed to do a double take, but he nodded. He hadn’t considered that in order to make the cup of tea, James would have to leave the room. And James leaving the room meant Regulus and Sirius being the only ones in the room. He was unaware of this fact until James left the room, throwing a sweet, gentle smile over his shoulder. Regulus felt alarmingly alone without him there, his eyes darting from Sirius to the wall to the floor to Sirius again to his hands. He didn’t want to stare; if there was one thing that his parents had succeeded in, it was raising their youngest son with impeccable manners. No matter how good his manners were, his parents had failed to teach him how to deal with his anxiety. He fiddled with his hands, twirling the gold ring on his index finger around slowly for about a minute before finally looking up again. 

This time, Sirius was looking at him too. The older brother seemed to understand that Regulus was not going to be the one to start this conversation, so he sighed and sat down, patting the spot on the couch next to him. Regulus sat, decidedly further away from Sirius than Sirius had gestured for, but Sirius didn’t seem to mind—if he did, he had the decency to stay silent. It would be hypocritical for Sirius to get upset about Regulus not sitting next to him on the couch after leaving him alone with their parents for two and a half weeks. 

“I’m sorry,” Sirius eventually spoke. 

Regulus said nothing, so Sirius shakily continued. “I didn’t want to leave you. It’s just– it just– it was too much. They were too much, you know?”

“They always have been.” Regulus mumbled softly. 

“And they said something about Moony.” 

Of course they did. 

Sirius sighed, “he told me off for leaving you though. Said I should have bought you with me.”

“You should have.” 

“I know.” 

Just as the two brothers fell into an awkward silence, James walked in with a small grin on his face. “Okay, so, I think I remembered pretty well how you like your tea.” 

Sirius looked between the two as James passed Regulus the mug, watching how their fingertips brushed and a smile graced Regulus’ lips. Regulus didn’t like milk or sugar in his tea, something that Sirius had always wrinkled his nose at. James took his tea far sweeter than Reg did, but he was more than happy to make it exactly to Regulus’ tastes if that was what would make him happy. “It’s perfect. I can’t believe you remembered.” 

“How could I not?” 

It was then that Sirius’ eyes fell to their hands, noticing that Regulus’ gold ring was a sun symbol and James wore a silver star one. This was a contrast to both of their usual jewellery colours, the gold earrings in James’ ears suddenly a lot more obvious than they had been minutes ago. Sirius silently watched the interactions between the two and swallowed slowly. 

Sirius had this burning need to be loved, to be appreciated, to be the favourite. Regulus was his parents’ favourite son, and although he acted like this didn’t faze him, it stung. Sirius had introduced Reg to Barty and Evan, and now the three were inseparable. Sirius didn’t even talk to the two Slytherins anymore. Remus loved Regulus, the two had bonded over things that Sirius couldn’t even begin to understand—and he knew it was stupid. He knew that Remus looked at him like he had literally hung the stars, but there was this underlying jealousy of the fact that his brother got along with everyone without even trying. Regulus didn’t want to get along with people, he’d be quite happy spending his days whispering with Pandora and basking in his own company. 

Was Regulus more likeable? More manageable? That had to be it. Sirius was too much for people. Sirius was too much for everyone. 

And now, his best friend was snogging his brother behind his back. It wasn’t that he was bothered by their relationship, he didn’t care who Regulus dated as long as they didn’t hurt him—and James would never hurt him. 

James was, theoretically, perfect for Regulus. They balanced each other out, much like Sirius and Remus. James was the Yang to his Yin, the base to his acid, the light to his dark. And perhaps it was the fact that the two fit together so naturally that bothered him. Perhaps it was the inherent jealousy of Regulus always being better than him at everything. Regulus had Sirius’ best friend looking at him with pure, soft adoration in his eyes, and Sirius couldn’t even deny how much sense they made together. 

In his heart, Sirius knew how much love James had for him. James was one of those people who did not ration out the love and care he gave people, he was overflowing with genuine devotion and love, not hesitating to shower those around him with it. And Sirius knew that the two of them had the strongest friendship he had ever had and likely ever would. He knew it wasn’t going to change. Merlin, with how James gazed at Regulus, Sirius predicted that whatever they had had been going on for at least five months. And those five months had not changed how James had acted with Sirius, their friendship was as codependent as ever. 

Sirius knew that James had enough love for both of them. He knew that the love that James could give was exactly what Regulus needed. Sirius knew that these feelings had been drilled into his mind by how his parents had treated him, but his parents weren’t here now. Sirius knew that this trauma ran deep, however, and it would take a while for him to come to terms with this relationship. 

Regulus could tell from the look in his eyes that he had figured it out. It didn’t bother him, the only reason he and James hadn’t mentioned it to anyone was due to the complications with their families and how difficult it was to actually see each other regularly. Offering a soft smile to Sirius, Regulus leaned into his brother’s side. Sirius froze up for a moment, glancing at James as his eyes widened. James smiled tenderly at the two before getting up and leaving the room to wherever Marlene and Pandora were. 

Slowly, Sirius relaxed, and Regulus almost breathed a sigh of relief. “I missed this.” 

Sirius hummed, “I missed you more than you know, little star .” 

Sighing, Regulus closed his eyes. Sirius may never be the constant in his life he had once been, but as long as he was part of it, Regulus couldn’t complain.

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flag id: six flags with 9 stripes, with the second and eighth being smaller than the others, the first and ninth smaller than those, and the fifth the smallest.

the top left flag's stripes are blue-black, dark indigo, purple, golden yellow, dark pink, cream, light yellow-green, faded purple, and dark purple. the top right flag's stripes are blue-black, dark purple, medium dark faded purple, soft purple, dark faded indigo, bright purple, purple, medium dark pink, and very dark teal.

the middle left flag's stripes are faded purple, soft pink-purple, pale pink, very light pink, pale indigo, very light blue, light blue, soft indigo, and faded indigo. the middle right flag's stripes are dark indigo, medium dark pink, faded pink, light pink, medium dark faded purple-pink, light pink-red, pink, dark pink, and very dark purple.

the bottom left flag's stripes are dull light pink, very light pink, pale pink, pinkish-white, light faded pink, purplish-white, pale purple, very light purple, and dull light purple. the bottom right flag's stripes are extremely dark indigo, very dark purple-pink, dark faded pink, golden yellow, faded indigo, pale green, dull indigo, dark faded blue, and very dark indigo. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

amethystcolauric | purplecolauric lilacolauric | orchidcolauric lavendercolauric | mauvecolauric

amethystcolauric: a colorgender related to the color amethyst, earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, and outer space

purplecolauric: a colorgender related to the color purple, geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, and outer space

lilacolauric: a colorgender related to the color lilac, tulips, lavender cookies, glitter, watercolors, heart lockets, pressed flowers, and twilight

orchidcolauric: a colorgender related to the color orchid, blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, and neon lights

lavendercolauric: a colorgender related to the color lavender, rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, and sleepovers

mauvecolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, and bookmarks

[pt: amethystcolauric: a colorgender related to the color amethyst, earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, and outer space

purplecolauric: a colorgender related to the color purple, geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, and outer space

lilacolauric: a colorgender related to the color lilac, tulips, lavender cookies, glitter, watercolors, heart lockets, pressed flowers, and twilight

orchidcolauric: a colorgender related to the color orchid, blooming flowers, butterflies, sunsets, text messages, hair dye, auroras, and neon lights

lavendercolauric: a colorgender related to the color lavender, rock candy, daydreams, chapstick, ribbons in hair, crayons, flower fields, and sleepovers

mauvecolauric: a colorgender related to the color indigo, shooting stars, grapevines, velvet curtains, evening skies, mirrors, tarot cards, and bookmarks. end pt]

third set of colorgenders based on the results of this 'what color is your aura?' uquiz for anon!

these are in the colorgender flag format with the aura color from the uquiz as the center stripe and colors inspired by the listed things as the rest of the stripes. the terms are the aura color, 'col' from 'color, 'aur' from 'aura', + 'ic'!

tags: @radiomogai, @colorgendered | dni link

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my au’s facts and favorites

sebastian boldy

favorites

pizza, specifically pepperoni

coffee or anything caffeinated

grilled chicken

is not a big fan of flowers but doesn’t mind roses

favorite color is a soft orange

fall is his favorite season because hockey season starts

facts

If Sebastian didn’t play hockey he could of made a career with his art abilities.

Sebastian was planning to live alone when he went to the NHL but Jack begged that Luke and Sebastian both lived with him for at least their first season.

Sebastian has a bad habit of being bored and starting to draw on himself or his shoes, Luke loves when Sebastian will draw on him or Luke will give him his hockey stick to draw on.

Sebastian can try to deny it but it was obvious to the whole Umich team that he did care for all of them like brothers.

julianna hughes

favorites

potstickers or any kind of dumplings

mint chip icecream

sugar cookies

daisies are her favorite flowers

her favorite color is anything pastel

summer is her favorite season

facts

Julianna absolutely loves self care, she’s very consistent with her skin care and always makes the boys do spa days with her.

Julianna almost flies out at least once every other month to visit her twin for a few days.

If she could she would wear a sundress everyday.

Julianna growing up was only ever called annie by her family but when she started making her own name and friends it switched to Jules or Julia but her family still calls her Annie.

lucia hughes

favorites

steak and vegetables is her absolute favorite

her moms cookies are her favorite sweet

any type of soft serve

her favorite flowers are tulips

favorite color is bright blue

warm weather is her favorite making summer her favorite season

facts

When she started played hockey her mom would put her hair into a braid crown so you could see the back of her jersey, it’s a hairstyle lucia still does most days and always her hair styled that way for games.

She’s always just had simple suits for game days and usually in comfortable clothes most days but she does enjoy dressing up.

Lucia never lets her brothers forget that their baby sister is taller than both of them.

lucia has always hated her name thinking it sounds like a old lady name and has demanded since she was young to be just Luce.

Lucia has never been a big jewelry person but she has a few rings from people that are important to her that she wears most days.

Lucia would willingly sleep 23 hours of the day if she could.

cameron crosby

favorites

absolutely loves her dad’s banana bread

loves goldfish

a big fan of watermelon

favorite color is purple

favorite season is summer

favorite flower is lavender

favorite animal has always been cats

facts

she barely knows how to do anything for her hair then very simple things because Sidney has always done her hair for her.

her cat mack loves wearing a harness and just being on cameron’s shoulders or in her arms, he’s always traveling with her.

cameron can be quite awkward around new people something she picked up from her dad.

she’s the oldest by a lot out of all of her cousins so they all look up to her a lot and always following her around like like ducklings.

while she doesn’t mind physical touch with her family, she doesn’t like cuddling and would always squirm away from anyone that wasn’t Sidney, fraser becomes the second person ever that cameron tolerates cuddles for.

asher leonard

favorites

pineapple is his favorite flavor for anything

coffee, specifically black iced coffee

favorite season is fall and winter

favorite color is black

favorite flower is irises

loves trail mix and cheese it’z

facts

has always been very interested in astronomy and knows so much about it, always likes to find places to see the stars.

doesn’t mind shopping to much and likes to put some thought into his clothes, can make just a hoodie look classy.

he has a lot of little white scars on his face that you can’t see unless you are right in front of him.

has always been a really good fighter, and while he does usually get some type of injury on him, he always wins his fight.

asher’s little niece daphne is a big fan of her uncle and she is always squealing when she sees him.

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169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024 — Announcement

As this year draws to a close, it’s time to announce the 169 Scavenger Hunter Reading Challenge 2024. This is a reading challenge which is hosted by me and takes place every leap year. The first one took place in 2020 and 2024 will be a leap year so it’s time for this challenge to appear. 

Rules & Levels

The challenge will run from January 1st, 2024 till December 31st, 2024. There’s a list of 169 items given below and your job is to find each item in the books you read. You can find multiple items in one book, or you can choose to read one book per item, that is up to you. 

There are levels of accomplishment based on how many items you manage to find in the books you read which are as follows: 

Bronze Level: 0 — 52 items

Silver Level: 53 — 91 items

Gold Level:  92 — 169 items

So without any further delay, here is the list of items you need to find for the 169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024. 

169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024

wristwatch

Scarf

Mason Jar

Ticket

Fuse

Guitar

Rocking Chair

Rock

Picture Frame

Fireplace

Moon

Calendar

Duffel Bag

Boarding Pass

Star

Plate

Ceiling Fan

Coffee Cup

Barista

Sparrow

Bottle

Soda

Egg

Mascara

Strobe Lights

Martini

Leaf

Stethoscope 

Squid

Dagger

Blue Car

April

Bow

Cat

Tapestry

Bookshelf

Pearl

Ice Cream

Christmas Tree

Grandfather Clock

Staircase

Shampoo Bottle

iPhone

Crocodile

Facebook

Winter

Teeth

Pen

Space

Spa

Mouse

Bar Stool

Sculpture

Faucet

Shoe Rack

Tulip

Black Tie

Gym

Flag

Soccer Ball

Halter-Neck Dress

Seashell

Windmill

Selfie

Mahogany

Red Light

Wallet

Brain

Building

Fashion Designer

Chinese Vase

Seed

Hot Chocolate

Envelope

Heart

Herb

Flame

Road

Web

Stitch

Music Notes

Chocolate

Sling

Bracelet

Bell Boy

Shovel

Racket

Flip Flops

Fireworks

Waffles

Frosting

Condensation

Sticker

Headline

Tea

Folder

Salt

Soap

Pipes

Tiles

Raindrop

Brick

Gravel

Cloud

Teardrop

Ring

Speaker

Balloon

Basketball

Marble

Pestle

Parsley

Tracks

Ice Cube

Pouch

Comforter

Fridge

Rainbow

Highlighter

Bulb

Earthquake

Lamp

License

Diploma

Gown

Tunic

Wand

Boots

Lighter

Laptop

Socks

Cookies

Foam

Dolphin

Grass

Helicopter

Skyscraper

Credit Card

Boat

Camp

Hat

Invite

Vampire

Syringe

Coat

Switch

Twig

Bag

Bulldozer

Couch

Pizza

Hot Air Balloon

Keychain

Charm

Medicine

Tweezers

Fountain Pen

Pirate

Treasure Chest

Mist

Instrument

Carton

Moisturizer 

Baloney

Fish

Sweater

Cabinet 

Air

Popsicle

So here is the list of all the items you need to find to complete this reading challenge. I hope you find it interesting and wish to participate. If you do, feel free to comment down below and if you can’t or don’t want to comment that’s okay as well. I just hope you enjoy doing the challenge! 

Happy Reading!!

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So I heard someone mention recent Cookie Run designs somewhere, and it made me remember this thing I was going to post about a couple weeks ago

Namely, the Witch’s Castle designs, since I personally think they’re the weakest we’ve been getting recently

Like, they aren’t the worst thing ever, but a good half of the original Witch’s Castle Cookies feel overdesigned to me, or they’re too busy

Like, why do Marble Danish, Sachertorte and Onyx Cream have 4 different hair colors? Why is this necessary?

And I feel like they just have some unnecessary details that really didn’t need to be there, like the fur on Marble Danish’s coat, or the sprinkles on said fur

It also personally irks me how Onyx Cream’s outfit has so little black or other dark colors. His name is Onyx Cream, and Black Cream in the original, and yet the black in his design is really only around his head. I don’t know, I feel like the darker colors should have been more prominent

Also I think Onyx Cream looks a bit too similar to Marble Danish, at least in terms of basic outfit things. Not only that, but their descriptions say that Marble Danish is made of cacao and butter, while Onyx Cream is made of cocoa powder and cream. Also, they’re both swordsmen. I don’t entirely know how similar they are in character yet, but they feel q bit same-y to me. Which wouldn’t necessarily be a huge problem if Onyx Cream didn’t come out only a couple months later

And as for Snow Crystal, I know she had the whole “she looks AI generated” thing going around, but honestly I think her hair is the main culprit

I feel like it just looks really ill defined, and with that, it makes it look more AI-ish

Personally I don’t really hate her design, and I like the color combos, it’s just her hair that irks me, because it really doesn’t scream “snow crystal” to me, maybe if her hair were more angular and rigid, or at least more together

Also she’s got this very light and flowy feel towards her in her animations, but that’s not really the vibe I get from the name Snow Crystal. I know snowflakes and such are light, but her name I feel like doesn’t match. I did find out there are apparently these tulips called “snow crystal”, which I feel like would make plenty more sense with her design, but her description tells me that no, she’s supposed to be like a snowflake snow crystal

Maybe I am being too picky, and I know my brain is wired to this philosophy of “simpler = better” despite that not always being the case, but I just feel like they have all these unnecessary details

Radish, Rosemary and Witchberry I don’t really have much problem with, I think their designs are perfectly fine as is, and I can maybe excuse the detail on First Cream, at least in her hair, but I feel like the Witch’s Castle designs are a bit hit or miss for me, and I really don’t know whether to expect more misses or not, since all the ones I like were here since launch

[jaylaxies]

What do you associate the most with your moots?

omg this is so cute, like random things i associate them with?

@celeste-hoon a warm blanket on a chilly night, the view of a cliff with stars all over the sky, cute red cherries and bento cakes, also the colour blue and light brown, dancing w your loved one in paris at night, moonlight

@ddeonuism paints, abstract art, the long corridor of a museum, pleasing tunes, bonfire and having marshmallows with friends, tones of pink and green, small plushies

@en-myworld hugs from your loved ones, silly romantic love letters, scent of sweet cupcakes, the happiness of discovering your childhood soft toy, gummy candies, little pink hearts, tones of light blue and lavender

@criceofpain disney princess, grand musicals, royal castles and drive in cinemas, long drives while singing your heart out, tones of pink and midnight blue, aesthetic album covers

@sliceofajayke cute little puppies, going thrift shops with friends, the scent of coffee and tones of red to orange, the kind of hue found in sunsets, heart to hearts at two am

@mari-oclock jay, concerts, sweet treats and scent of bakery, friendship bracelets and late night parties, driving around the city and the beautiful lights at a town fair

@jayzdaze poetry, smell of new books, old parchment, scent of dark chocolate and coffee beans, late night talks and morning jogs, a painted canvas

@forjongseong secretary jay, specs, pretty corsets, designed book covers, mix of light and dark academia, tones of light green and blue, taylor swift, black tie and pinterest boards

@onlyjaeyun jake, late night texts, sunrise, welcoming cookies, scent of vanilla and tones of white and beige, sweet nicknames and unlimited happiness, tulip flowers

@enhastolemyheart picnics in the park, sweet treats and laughing with friends, aesthetic fountains, clouds in the evening sky, tones of lime and lighter shades of red

@heesbaby grand libraries, old classic books, tones of purple, a box of sweets, moodboards, a field full of flowers, singing along to your favourite songs with your close ones

im really sorry if i missed anyone! 😭

[7-pines]

artisan item checklist

The amount of each artisan item you need to make. Artisan items are recursive (if you need to make juice and wine, it'll tell you to make 2 juices), but nothing else is (if someone loves a meal that involves an artisan item, it's not keeping track of that.) Loved items are included as "+1" for each person who loves it.

This is also made to be specific so when a recipe/crafting/offering calls for "Any ___" or "A or B", I picked the cheapest version of it to make. How things get replaced is under the Read More at the end.

3x Tulip honey [Bee house]: Apple pie, Assorted grilled platter, Jamu (Cooking)

1x Titan arum black honey [Bee house]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

8x Cheese [Cheese press]: Burrito, Eggplant lasagna, Gnocchi, Hawaiian pizza, Oven-baked risotto, Pizza, Summer burger, Sweet potato poutine (Cooking)

2x Syrup [Cheese press]: Es cendol, Es doger (Cooking)

1x Seaweed chips [Dehydrator]: Basic Artisan (Offering)

1x Large gesha coffee [Keg]: Loved by Aaliyah

2x Gesha coffee [Keg]: Loved by Aaliyah, Raj

3x Sake [Keg]: Fish soup (Cooking) Loved by Connor, Walter

7x Coffee [Keg]: Loved by Antonio, Emma, Giu, Groo, Joko, Raj, Randy

9x Green tea [Keg]: Kombucha (Artisan) Help Paul (Quest) Loved by Anne, Ben, Betty, Eleanor, Emma, Kenny, Raj

1x Cane nectar [Keg]: Loved by Erika

2x Cranberry juice [Keg]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Cranberry wine (Artisan)

1x Wool cloth [Loom]: Monster scarecrow (Crafting)

5x Cotton cloth [Loom]: Poci ghost scarecrow (Crafting) Kunti ghost scarecrow (Crafting) Ondel-ondel handsome scarecrow (Crafting) Ondel-ondel pretty scarecrow (Crafting) Loved by Emma

9x Butter [Mason jar]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Apple pie, Butter croissant, Cookies, Corn on the cob, Gnocchi, Minced jackfruit pie, Oven-baked risotto, Peanut butter (Cooking)

1x Kiracha sauce [Mason jar]: Vegan taco (Cooking)

2x Pickled corn [Mason jar]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Corn kimchi (Artisan)

3x Tempeh [Mason jar]: Fried tempeh, Herbed tempeh, Lodeh (Cooking)

4x Mayonnaise [Mayonnaise machine]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Fish taco, Rainbow sandwich (Cooking) Loved by Scott

4x Rice flour [Mill]: Es cendol, Klepon, Popiah, Serabi (Cooking)

10x Wheat flour [Mill]: Apple pie, Basil pesto pasta, Fruit tart, Pad thai, Peyek, Seafood ramen, Veggie ramen (Cooking) Gingerbread scarecrow (Crafting)

20x Amaranth flour [Mill]: Banana fritter, Bread, Butter croissant, Cauliflower casserole, Chocolate chip muffins, Cookies, Gnocchi, Hash browns, Hawaiian pizza, Kue kancing, Minced jackfruit pie, Mooncake, Pancakes, Pepper and mushroom flatbread, Pineapple upside-down cake, Pizza, Pumpkin pie, Red velvet cake, Spider tempura, Tortilla (Cooking)

11x Sugar [Mill]: Cenil, Donut, Egg custard, Fruit tart, Klepon, Kue kancing, Kue lapis, Pineapple upside-down cake, Pumpkin pie, Serabi (Cooking) Gingerbread scarecrow (Crafting)

4x Gourmet salt [Mill]: Herbed tempeh, Ketchup, Serabi, Spider tempura (Cooking)

3x White truffle oil [Oil press]: Rare Artisan (Offering) Loved by Alice, Connor

1x Black truffle oil [Oil press]: Loved by Alice

2x Almond oil [Oil press]: Loved by Alice, Emily

4x Olive oil [Oil press]: Hummus, Roasted mushroom (Cooking) Loved by Alice, Emily

11x Canola oil [Oil press]: Banana fritter, Beet chips, Donut, Falafel, Fried tempeh, Kale chips, Potato chips, Sauteed chard, Spider tempura, Sweet potato chips, Sweet potato poutine (Cooking)

1x Fermented goat cheese wheel [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

1x Kombucha [Aging barrel]: Loved by Kenny

1x Artichoke kimchi [Aging barrel]: Loved by Anne

1x Corn kimchi [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

1x Cranberry wine [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

Replacements

These replacements only involve Cooking & Crafting, not Loved Items. So if someone loves Fruit Juice, that's not kept track of here.

Any flour -> Amaranth flour

Any oil -> Canola oil

Any cheese -> Cheese

Any butter -> Butter

Butter or Large butter -> Butter

Any honey -> Tulip honey

Any mayonnaise -> Mayonnaise

Any fruit juice -> Cranberry juice

Any wine -> Cranberry wine

Any pickle -> Pickled corn

Any kimchi -> Corn kimchi

Any dried scavengeables -> Seaweed chips