#cake hugs

[caketopics]

cake hugs

[pouletpourri]

I know the circustances didn't make it avaliable, but..I kinda wish we had a farewell scene

[stilitrash]

Fionna was so damn h0rny in this episode and I completely support her <3

[kennytooth]

[1v31182m5]

İt ain't

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

i found these pictures on my pinterest and look how cute my boy is!

ugh, i just wanna wrap him up in a blanket, give him a hug and protect him from harm.

[eggo8]

he keeps falling oversdfghjkjhgfdsdfghj

[marimology]

— minor one piece spoilers for live action only’s

imagine getting married to sanji, and zoro going “ oi vinsmoke !” and you both turn your heads and sanji then gets emotional because he realized there’s now someone who has the last name that doesn’t think he’s useless and a failure .

[emokoala]

i’m so normal about venture from over watch

[chknbzkt]

And hence nothing remains except for our regrets

Fool and Sideshow belong to @/venomous-qwille from their story Ghost in the Machine… it was live at first sight, that little clown…

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Traditional

@jegulus-microfic July 8, Word count 523

When James walked through the door he was greeted by a slew of French curses. He followed the increasingly frustrated sounds to the kitchen. 

“Hi, love, what you up to?” James asked, trying hard to hold back his laughter when he caught sight of his fiancé, elbows deep in cake batter and covered in flour. 

“Bordel de merde!” (For fucks sake!) Regulus growled as he sieved more flour into the mixture. “Sois juste un gâteau!” (Just be cake!) Regulus didn’t look up from what he was doing and seemed completely unaware that James had come in. “Pourquoi tu ne veux pas travailler?” (Why don’t you want to work?) He cried at the huge bowl. James stood up, Regulus was starting to get overwhelmed, and he knew it was time for him to calm him down. 

James wrapped his strong arms around Regulus and took the wooden spoon from his hand. He began stirring the runny mixture, folding the flour into it until it began to thicken. Regulus relaxed against his chest, the tension leaving his body. 

“What’s brought all this on, love?” He asked as he turned to pour the batter into the waiting cake tins. Regulus came along with him, trapped by James’s arms. 

“We’re going to see your parents, and they were so kind to me last time I wanted to do something nice. Mrs Potter said she really liked cake, so I thought I’d bake a traditional Victoria sponge. The recipe said it was easy, but it was a total lie.” James put down the bowl, wrapped his arms tighter around Regulus, and kissed his neck. 

“If Mum hears you calling her Mrs Potter again she’s going to blow a gasket,” He teased as he continued kissing Regulus’s soft skin. “You could have bought a cake, and she’d have loved it.” 

“It’s not the same!” Regulus cried out, twisting in James’s arms so he could see his face. “Effie said she loves nothing more than a bit of homemade cake, so that’s what I’m making, because - because…”

“She already loves you Reg," James assured him when the reason for Regulus's mania clicked. "You don’t have to do all this because in her eyes you are family and her love for you is unconditional.” He waited while the myriad of emotions flashed across his face. Eventually, he nodded and let his forehead fall onto James’s chest. 

“Can we make the cake anyway? I worked so hard on it. I might just buy a cake for tomorrow as this one is bound to be rubbish.” James grinned down at him. 

“Of course, we can love. Though, I bet it’ll be the best cake Mum’s ever had because you made it, if you decide to take it tomorrow.” Regulus rolled his eyes at him but wiggled out of his arms so he could put the tins in the waiting oven. 

“Regulus, this is the best Vicky sponge I’ve ever had,” Effie declared as she literally licked her plate clean. Regulus bobbed his head as he flushed beet red. 

“Told you so,” James whispered sweetly in his ear before kissing him on the cheek.  

[doctorsiren]

im regards to you’re defense attorney edgeworth au. do edgeworth and franziska ever reconcile?

After the events of AA2, there’s that scene in the airport, and this is sort of how it goes down in this AU

They do reconcile and work on rebuilding their sibling bond, especially now that von Karma can’t control either of them anymore

[i-lavabean]

Happy Birthday to Noshir Dalal

[dafry-shenanigans]

What would you do if you saw an alternate version of yourself cry?

[shiningstarr15]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FNAF PRINCESS !! 👑💖

Yea yea I know I cheated and used every prompt from all three days bc I fucked up and didn’t have something for all 3 days shhh

I just know this woman never had a good birthday a day in her life, but you know what, she got a real family now to celebrate her life bc the fact that she’s turning another year older is something to celebrate

So here’s to another trip around the sun! Happy birthday to the best security guard (and my birthmonth twin lol 😆)

@vanessaverse-official for Vanweek 1.5 birthday edition!

Prompts used: star, princess, hugging, birthday party

Ver w/o lighting under text 🩷

[gumycandyyy]

Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

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