#but i think i like it :)

[renee-ckstrong]

I massively fucked up making cookies and made something completely different

Ok not too different, they didn't become a sirloin steak what actually happened is that the mixture didn't form together like it should so instead I just bunged it into two trays and just decided to see what would happen.

So what we have chat, is something that is somewhere between a biscuit and a blondie.

I dub it 'The DEEP Cookie'. They're pretty nice. I like them. Here's the recipe because what if Tumblr wants to make some Deep Cookie. Idk, you want it it's there.

Ingredients

200g Softened Butter (preferably unsalted but does it matter?)

200g caster sugar

1 egg (I used medium but realistically, an egg is an egg)

half a teaspoon of vanilla extract (I mean it, half a teaspoon I know what you are like Tumblr)

400g Plain flour

3-4 desert spoons of chocolate spread (I am so sorry I don't remember how many it was. I did not plan on making Deep Cookies and did not know I needed to remember how to make them)

Method

Preheat oven 200C/180C fan/gas 6 or I think that's 392F/356F fan in Fahrenheit.

Beat butter and sugar together with a wooden spoon.

Then add the vanilla extract and egg and beat that.

Add half of the flour mix that in with the wooden spoon.

Then add the chocolate spread and the rest of the flour. Mix with a spoon until it doesn't seem like the spoon is doing anything and then use your hands.

Make a futile attempt to bring the dough into cookie dough, decide that the mixture is too wet and give up. Find two square trays at about 3cm depth (or like any trays with depth to be fair, that's just what I used, I'm not your mum). Line these trays with baking parchment/baking paper.

Put in the oven and like you can just like keep checking them but I recommend just putting them in for like 35-40 minutes although if you want them to be more gooey and cookie dough like put them in for less time. Then take them out and let them cool. You can cut them however you like but I did it into sixteen.

I don't know if anyone will like use the recipe or read this or anything but like there they are. Pls don't @ me if they are shit.

[luvvyouforever]

starcrossed - azriel shadowsinger x reader

-> in a world in which the cauldron grew tired of mates never finding each other, faeries are born with a constellation of stars on their skin that match only one other faerie. after years of never finding your match, everything snapped into place.

-> acotar soulmate au! some sweet fluff mostly with a little action in it :) i just have something for writing about azriel meeting his mate i can't help it. i also don't know how i feel about this writing so don't judge it too harshly please <3

rhysand's town home was packed with the night court and the utter largeness of their presence. azriel and cassian did not bother to tuck their wings in and instead let them drape over the back of the couch where they sat with legs spread. mor and amren took up arm chairs on either side of the couch, feyre was seated calmly next to rhysand, and you were perched on the edge of the couch closest to azriel.

an emergency meeting was called and within seconds of the communication going out, the living room was filled and heartbeats were racing. emergency meetings were reserved for dire cases only as each member of the court was impossibly busy with their own duties.

"there's a lot of movement happening in hybern right now and we don't like the sound of it," rhysand said with a serious, grave voice. "things are going to happen sooner than we would like, but we need to be prepared. knowledgeable."

azriel shifted in his seat which made you straighten out your back and prepare for your duties. you had an odd position in the night court as both healer and spy when need be. you worked and trained with azriel to assist him in the field and when he shifted in his seat, you knew that you were about to be gone for several days once more.

"azriel and y/n will go to hybern to listen in and try to figure out what they are working towards. mor will stay here in velaris in case what they are preparing holds danger over our people's heads. cassian, feyre, and i will go to illyria and alert them of new information. amren will continue to read these books because it may just be our last line of defense," rhysand called out orders with the grace of a high lord who was made for this job.

you noticed how feyre's hands trembled with nervousness and her fingers ran over the small pattern of stars on her wrist. rhysand's hand intertwined with hers and as an act of reassurance, he flipped his hand over, revealing his own pattern of stars to feyre again.

watching the interaction, your own hand traveled up to your collarbone where there rested your own little constellation of stars. the stars that would signal to you that you had found your mate, the one for you, forever. and yet, the years pass and you had yet to find that person with the matching constellation along their collarbone.

suddenly, azriel's hand touching you shoulder brought you out of your reverie. "come on, let's go get ready," he said. you stood up and followed him up the stairs of the town home to the roof where he held his arms open for you to climb into so you didn't have to walk to the house of wind.

"do you think this'll be a bad mission?" you asked azriel over the whipping of wind around your heads. his wing subtlety closed in on you so that you wouldn't have to strain to hear his words.

"i don't know. hybern could be planning anything. we need to be on our guard at all times," he answered back. even his shadows seemed to be nervous about what was coming. they whirled around your figure, one coming to rest on your collarbone, just above the stars.

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azriel's feet landed with a soft thud on the shores of hybern. with gentle movements, he released you from his arms where you adjusted your clothing after so long spent flying. you were dressed in illyrian fighting gear, blades strapped all along your chest. down along your waist, however, were not more weapons but rather healing supplies that would prove important in a dire situation.

azriel was a vision of coldness. his gaze was fixed upon the land before him and despite the wind from the sea messing your hair, he was perfectly fine. on his body was matching illyrian fighting gear with his blue syphons gleaming brightly. truth-teller was sitting on his torso, gems glinting in the sun.

there was a second where you felt something deep down flutter, an unexplained notion that azriel was attractive but it was squashed upon entry. you had a job to do and that job was not staring at the high lord's spymaster despite the odd urges in your chest calling you to do so.

azriel sent his shadows ahead of the two of you as scouts, whispering in his ear of the things they saw ahead. you followed behind him silently, feet carefully stepping on the ground and eyes scanning every inch of what lay before you.

suddenly, a shadow perked up and pointed azriel to the left of both of you. there, a soft hum sounded from something and you weren't sure what it was which was all the more terrifying. azriel didn't dare to move an inch closer and your feet held the same pause.

"what is that?" you whispered as quietly as possible.

"i don't know," he whispered back. "stay alert. i don't want anything to happen to you."

later, when you were safe, you would wonder what prompted him to say that. was it the fact that you held the healing supplies which he knew nothing about? was it because you were his best partner in these missions? or was there something else? the pull that you had felt earlier?

none of that mattered right now though. right now, there was a mysterious hum coming from the left of you on territory that it is growing more dangerous to be on by the minute. azriel thought for a second, his careful eyes trained to his side. slowly, he went to grab a small blade from the holster around his hip when his large wing brushed against the ground. within a matter of milliseconds, hundreds of ash daggers shot from the origin of the humming.

you rolled, dodged, ducked, and winnowed all to avoid the attack. in the midst of the chaos, you lost sight of azriel which petrified you.

"azriel!" you shouted with little care about who on hybern heard you.

in just a few short moments, the ash dagger swarm stopped and in the silence, you heard a faint male groaning coming from behind you. with a turn quick enough to make your head spin, you found azriel on the ground, clutching at his sides which were rapidly spilling blood. with a whisper of a swear, you dropped to your knees to examine the damage.

your hands found the buttons on his gear, but with great effort, his hands stopped yours. "you gotta get out of here," he choked out.

"no, i'm not leaving you here. i won't," you whispered back, shrugging his grip on your hands off. it would be difficult to do, but you could winnow the two of you out of here, at least off of hybern's land. your palm found azriel's shoulder and for a second you felt like you were falling, but then you appeared on the shores away from hybern. the mortal lands, you realized. it was a risky manuever, but the beach seemed clear of humans. despite azriel's groans, you dragged him back from the ocean and to the forest line.

the fighting gear you had on was impossibly heavy and only inhibiting your ability to efficiently help azriel. with a quick flourish, you tugged off the leather, revealing the thin tank top you wore underneath. there at the top of your collarbone peaked the tattoo of stars which you had completely forgotten about. azriel made no noise, but his eyes immediately fell to the patch.

"i have to take these off of you so i can see where you're hurt," you told azriel. if he protested, you would still have to do it. the wound was too deep and too messy to heal from the outside.

gently, you pulled the leather away from azriel's body which caused him to groan more. with one final wince, he laid on the rough ground shirtless. there, at the top of his collarbone, was a littering of stars. in the same pattern as your own. there was no notice on your part as the wound your hands were currently working on healing took up your attention.

but then, just as you reached for an ointment tucked in the pocket of your pants, there was a touch to your hand. you looked up finally with a wild look in your eyes that told azriel how panicked you were about losing him.

that moment of eye contact, while azriel is slowly healing himself, while you were breathing deeply to calm your worry, is when it snapped. your eyes shot down to his collarbone where the tattoo of stars seemed to shine. azriel reached out a weak arm to trace your own version of the stars on your collarbone.

"i really didn't expect that, you know?" you whispered.

there was that pull again, the one from earlier. and then azriel's shadows reached out to you again, dancing around your form, circling the spot on your collarbone as they had before. they knew long before you did.

"there's no better time like the present," azriel shrugged but immediately followed it up with a groan.

you were shook back into reality and continued your healing. your eyes kept flitting back and forth from the wound closing on azriel's side to the stars on his collarbone that matched yours.

the man that you had spent so long side by side with. the man that you learnt everything from. the man that was your closest companion for years. when he felt strong enough, you would winnow him closer and closer to the night court before he could fly into velaris. there, you'd take him to your kitchen, make him dinner, and accept the bond.

for now, you appreciated this feeling of quiet understanding in both of you that you had found the one you were meant to be with, no matter if the bond snapped into place on a beach in the mortal lands with your healing hands tirelessly working on your mate.

[tatersdoesstuff]

"I'm so proud of you"

[sophieswundergarten]

Reverse AU where Kate gets kidnapped as a small child but escapes and ends up with Mr. Benedict while Milligan joins the circus as a way to look for her

[silverpiwon]

Obligatory orange Jiung post

[steakrogers]

and all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me,,

for all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me-

if I fall...

[pencap]

for the three word prompt:

lacquer, woven, tent

dear april, if i nip your buds and crush the petals and bottle them in oil, can i hold on to your scent all year long? dear july, if i shear your sheep and spin the wool into yarn and weave it in a blanket, can i hold on to your warmth all year long? dear september, if i cut down your tree and sand the planks down smooth and paint them with lacquer, can i hold on to your colours all year long? dear december, if i dig up your snow and pitch a tent in the snowbanks and photograph it under moon and stars, can i hold on to your gleam all year long?

[luxuraii]

Lil’ Leo doodle :D

[queer-ghosts]

i feel like the only way to release my creativity is to stab me right in the heart and bleed on the canvas

[sidraofthewildflowers]

😈you should make a moodboard with Aemond and Enola….. 😈 crack ship!! I still love my lil Tewkesbury tho!!

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“Should They Come For Me, I Intend To Be Found.”

- Aemond Targaryen

[snufkin44]

I just took a character design class and I made this little clown who lives in an abandoned theater, they are poorly done because I did it in a hurry and now my hand hurts but it was fun

Under the cut is the first draft

[cepheusgalaxy]

Guess who finished their birthday pieeece

[ID: A drawing of Petrichor, a guy with top surgery scars and pink hair with blue strands, sitting on a rectangular surface with his legs bend outwards. He wears his witch hat, a topless white shirt and pink pants. The hat covers his eyes, a broom is floating behind him and there are many bright colorful clouds on the background. /end ID.]

I present you Petrichor! He uses he/it and is a trans man. It is also a student at witch uni but it's taking summer vacations (it's summer here in south hemisphere now) and I designed this outfit for it specially for this drawing! The composition is not original, please note.

Anyway! I colored it twice and I'm very happy with the final result.

The first coloring (which is also cute) is below 👀

[ID: The same drawing as above, now with softer colors that go towards lavender hues. /end ID.]

Art taglist:

1. @for-the-love-of-angst

Lmk if you want to be added or removed fekm the taglist! 🔆

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

I don't really know what to do but my blog (do you guys call it that?) looks empty so I guess I'll just say hi tumblr :]

[moonjellybeans]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Trey Clover/Jade Leech Characters: Jade Leech, Trey Clover, Floyd Leech, Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, Eel Form Jade Leech, Eventual Relationships, Eventual Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff Summary:

Trey gets roped into tutoring Jade for his flight lessons, but right from the beginning things go wrong, and there's a terrible accident... Trey ends up feeling wracked with guilt, and wants nothing more than to make it up to the merman, but ends up getting completely enamoured with him instead.

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Next chapter is up, I ended up re-writing the ending to this one, but I’m hoping y’all will check it out!!

[untitledtheuntilted]

Doppelgangers

Uhh-

[cowgurrrl]

I don’t know how to explain it but…. there’s a character brewing in my brain and all I know is she is very hesitant and very angry so we’ll see what happens with her