#char: PFFF

[ask-evo-grian]

Im just collecting info on hermits et co’s bones. Don’t mind me

- i guess im bone anon now

..Okay.

[symerr]

throws a bunch of fictives that you wont recognize at you and runs

[sollyraptor]

Minecraft-sona-something dropped Crona Sketch. Or just Sketch / Sketchy. Sound more fun.

Lorekeeper creacher, glitched former admin thingie, for when I am out there answering MC asks out of character. Lurking. Knows all. Can't stay for long or the chunk might fall apart. :)

You know the deal, any pronoun. Sketchy is here to mess around-

[shinjisdone]

When You Have An Secret Admirer - And Everybody Thinks It's Them (1; Heartslabyul)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it. Yet now, it seems like there are quite a few misunderstandings on campus...and everyone thinks they have finally found that secret admirer.

Spin-off of the first 'secert admirer' series + form of headcanons

note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone being mistaken for the secret admirer. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation.]

"Hey...you think he could be the famous admirer of the Ramshakle prefect?"

2; Savanaclaw

3; Octavinelle

Ace Trappola

The first time Ace has heard of such whispers was when he was with you out in the hallways.

Students on the other side whispering amongst themselves, a clique subtly pointing at him...and eavesdropping on their suspicions...

"...You guys think its Trappola? He's always hanging around with the prefect ever since day one..."

Man, Ace was so close to spitting out his drink.

Did he just hear this right? Wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait! He...didn't hear that just now, did he?

"Yeah, can't be anyone else. Have you seen how he looks at them?"

Oh no, he did right.

...Ha! Haha! Seriosuly? No way, does just...everyone in campus believe such crap? Haha, it can't be...

Though he tries to brush it all off, Ace quickly ushered you away from the hallways and anywhere where there wasn't a single soul. He couldn't bare to hear more.

But, seriously? Nah. No, no, no waaaay could...could Ace pull such cringy, gushy stuff. No one could seriously think he would even write a love letter, right?

Pfff, no. Ace isn't the type to even be capable of getting some notes for alchemy class right, or, or to get some flyin' mirror from somewhere, let alone steal roses from his own dorm. Have you seen how angry Riddle gets?

Totally in denial. Well, he is not that oh-so-great secret admiiiireeer, so what is there to deny? Nothing, that's what!

There are certainly a bunch of students that doubt he would and could do that...but others only believe it more.

The trickster Trappola. Your best friend who always looks out for you, always sticks with you even if he gets himself in trouble and seems to always look at you a certain way...

After all, guys tease those they like, right?

The whsipers get louder and louder throughout the week and Ace is visibly getting uneasy. You note and tell him how more fidgety and sweaty he seems recently but he brushes it all off with a scoff and a joke as usual.

He tried to think of a way to end this gossip...or at least escape it. But Ace will not ever think of avoiding you just for some stupid rumors. He is your friend, your best friend and he isn't gonna be a chicken and disappear into thin air just some idiots cannot tell the obvious - that Ace just isn't that romantic.

Would you like him to be more romantic...?

Alas, one day in the dorm, a few students approach him and directly ask him if he is the admirer. They may not have evidence but considering how the ace of hearts hangs around you like a leech, there is no other way that he doesn't like you.

Ace cracks an nervous grin and shrugs it all off despite pearls of sweat running down his face and tainting his jacket. Pff, whuat? Crazy such a claim, crazy he says! How deeply wounded he is by this suspicion!

Ace is honest and says, hey, he ain't the admirer. He ain't the romantic type either, he's just looking out for you, you know? Like the good classmate that he is.

A few believe that he is incapable of doing such acts and that it wouldn't fit his character at all. Though, that does not deter many to think that he does hold some feelings for you with how he is acting...

It just makes him more nervous.

Deuce Spade

Deuce coughed and cleared his throat the first time he heard such rumors at his club. Jack offered him water.

H-H-H-Huh??? WH-Wh-What, him? Him, Deuce Spade being your secret admirer?! Why would anyone think that?!

Genuinely baffled and surprised at this conclusion a few of his classmates came up with. How could he, Deuce, ever...be considered something close to a secret admirer?

But once he hears a few 'theories' his face is blooming a bright and deep red.

Constantly at your side? Protecting you in the smallest of ways like a hero? Giddy like a kid in a candy store when he gets praise from you? The thought of an ex-delinquent protecting and caring for someone being the ultimate proof that he is in love?!

L-L-L-Love?

H-Hold up! That can't be right! Deuce cares for you and you are his bestie but...! It isn't, it can't be...!

Too dumbfounded and embarrassed to do anything in the beginning. The thoughts and rumors of him even having feelings for you and people believing him to have done the things the admirer did, are constantly swirling in his mind. Day and night.

It's all getting too much...until only a handful of people approach him and ask.

Others back up in fear. "Hey, man, watch out! If you say anything wrong about his partner, the delinquent guy will beat you black and blue!"

WHAT

DELINQUENT GUY? P-P-PARTNER?!

Well, they are right, if someone were to hurt you, he would beat them up.

BUT ITS NOT ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.

With the biggest blush on his face and back straight as a candle, Deuce seems like an upright, studious boy who loudly corrects them, saying it's all not true! Y-You are just his best f-friend!

The gossip affects him so much that he comes running to you, lips in a nervous but tight line, eyes as big as a deers and face blooming like a rose.

"I AM NOT YOUR SECRET ADMIRER!"

Unwittingly he blurts out but softly tells you of the rumors right after. He just doesn't want there to be a misunderstanding.

He fiddles with his fingers, quietly continuing; "Because, uhm...if I did like you like that...I'd be more direct with you than that admirer could ever be."

Cater Diamond

Eh, what? Cater? And being a secret admirer?

Hah! That is almost cute and flattering! But, uh...well, a bit embarrassing, too...

Some argue of how he always calls you 'cute' or wants to take selfies with you...but he does so with everyone.

Yet Cater has a tendency to call you his 'favorite, cute juniour' just like Trey.

Cater is one actually able to laugh it all off genuinely - but at the same time he does not deny any of these claims. Yeah, you are super cute and have they seen these pics? They must have with how many hearts they got on Magicam~

He isn't gonna go around telling people that he fancies you but he is sure to casually tell them, no, he isn't the admirer. Very flattering (and bold) that you assume that though!

Will straight up go to you and say the obvious. He is not, in fact, your dear, darling admirer but that doesn't mean he doesn't admire you at all~

Trey Clover

Uhm???

Trey laughed sheepishly, hiding his blush under his hat.

This isn't...That's not right!

Everytime he'd hear a whisper, he unwittingly gets nervous. The thought of him doing the admirer's deeds...and even worse, people believing him to be them!

It's stress and drama he didn't ask for.

Although it is kinda a nice thought...while the actions of the admirer, the gifts and confessions of love are too embarassing for Trey, the thought of him making you fluster and blush is nice...

Very nice.

With a sigh, he shakes the thought of. He isn't them. No matter how much he wishes he was.

So with a sheepish grin and a bit of a stutter he clears his name. Riddle would have his head if he did any of these things!

With a ruffle of your hair he confesses. Don't worry, he isn't lovesick. He just likes you normally.

Riddle Rosehearts

SPITS OUT HIS TEA

Excuse him?! What did he just hear?! Doesn't matter if it was not meant for him to hear, off with your head! ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

So...absurd! There's no way such gossip is being spread in his dorm, is it?! Riddle already once had an awful reputation. There's no need for one made out of lies!

...Even if the image of him writing love letters and handing you gifts does fit him...Riddle would never steal from his own dorm!

He would never cause such a wreck as that "secret admirer" has. It's insulting to compare Riddle to them, lest even think he IS them!

Though he hears of the rumors, no one has the gall to approach him. That doesn't stop his anger as he gets more and more agitated everytime he even hears your name slip off someone's lips.

"The Housewarden totally favors them, after all..."

"He invites them to Unbirthday parties all the time."

"And acts like a gentleman then!"

Red, red, red. Riddle's face blooms in a deep crimson but it isn't blood rushing to his head in anger, it is a blush of embarassment.

Each one of them is right.

He cannot take his feelings being dangled in front of his face like that. It's all so, so true but he shall never admit it.

Riddle will have to clear his name it seems for all of this to stop.

It's difficult - not many believe him considering how agitated he becomes at the topic, at the mention of you.

Yet he managed to calm the crowd...all there was left was to tell you the truth as well.

"Im sure youve heard of it," he began dryly even as he tried to hide his blush. "But you know me and I would never callously break the rules like that just to...confess. No."

He then turned to you, his voice firmer and eyes softer. "If I wanted to court you, I'd do it in a way you deserve."

[noemilivv]

I love your writing! Can we get Hazbin cast hcs of a tickle fight with their S/o? If not, just Vox and Sir Pentious is great as well 😊

hello!! there’s a lot of characters in the hazbin cast that i’m unsure of their responses to a tickle fight, so i only did a few, hope that’s okay!!

ALSO YESSS MY FIRST PENTIOUS REQUEST AFTER OVER 200 POSTS 😭😭

Including: Charlie, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Vox

Warnings: Mentions of Sex (No Smut)

Charlie

Charlie has a silly side, no doubt, with or without her partners presence. But that silly side definitely comes out more often when your around.

While rough housing in bed, Charlie brushes over a spot on your bare leg, causing you to let out a giggle. She lets an out an excited gasp. “Are you ticklish?”

Before you can respond, your girlfriend immediately goes to test this theory, waving her fingers across your sides as you both let out endless fits of laughter.

“Char!-” You let out, almost unable to breath, “Stop stop stop!!” You manage through giggles,

“What’s the magic word?” Your girlfriend asks, giggling as well, “Please?” You guess your breath getting shorter, “IT WAS RAINBOWS!!”

It’s safe to say after this encounter, tickle fights became a lot more frequent, to your dismay :’)

Angel Dust

Your boyfriend, mostly thanks to his spider-like features, is extremely ticklish on his sides, and the discovery of that was, well, quite a ride literally

You laid down on top of your boyfriend, his hands playing with your hair, as your arms hugged around his sides.

Eventually, your hands found his sides and just started brushing through them, as your boyfriend tried to hold back his giggles.

Immediately, your head shoots up, “Ange? Are you ticklish…?”

“Pfff, no.” He says, brushing off the topic, although you choose to ignore it. “Okay.”

You kept rubbing your hands up and down his sides and eventually his giggles got more and more noticeable, you took this opportunity and a small tickle fight turned into an all-night sesh of even bigger ‘tickle fights’…

Sir Pentious

Tickle Fights weren’t even something that crossed his mind, but boy, he enjoys them!!

Even if it was a total accidental one XD

You stood in front of the mirror in your shared hotel room with Pentious, admiring your new PJ set, as unbeknownst to you, your slithery boyfriend came up to you, putting his hand inside you shirt, resting them on your waist. “Pen, that tickles!” You giggled.

Your boyfriend looked at you, confused, “What? This?” He asked, running his claws on your sides. “Pfff!- Yes!”

After that, tickle fights became real tickle fights, but the first few times he would be too scared of offending or hurting you xD

Vox

Due to the wiring and outlets at the back off Vox’s head, he’s very ticklish, and boy, do you love it XD

Your boyfriend’s screen laid comfortably against your chest, your hands trickling against the back of his screen, muffled noises came from your boyfriend, was he crying?

“Vox, are you okay?” You ask, at first, concerned. “That’s where my wires are, it’s sensitive back there.” He answered, face still deep into the realm of your warm chest.

“Like, sensitive how?” You ask, curiosity spiking within you, “Like ticklish, sensitive.” You smirk at that.

“Oh? Like this?” You ask innocently, running your fingers down the back of your boyfriends screen, as he erupted into a fight of giggles, “Fuck you!” He said, jokingly, even though it’ll probably happen later…

[strawberrythighddemon]

I Created A Gaming Channel To Deal With Grief

I used to be a writer. Well... I still am, but not so much these day. About a year ago I got fed up with everything and just said "the hell with this bullshit" and I focused on other things. My writing is not bullshit. That's just the cynicism that grew over the years with my long-standing burnout. But with the person I am, I turn it into satire. I twist my words and articulate it by saying, "My soul has been shattered and my mind has turned into madness." Just like the souls games I play that are dark and lack the light of hope.

It's interesting on why I'm intrigued by games that display absolute grim. And happy endings isn't necessarily a happy ending with the games I play. In Bloodborne you have 3 choices.

1st: Get beheaded and wake up to the morning sun, but forgetting all that was learned. Meaning become blind and ignorant once again to the horrors just around the corner.

2nd: I fight Gehrman and take his place as keeper of the dream. Trapped for eternity. But at least the doll will be their to keep me company.

3rd: I fight the creator of the dream world, the Moon Presence, and become reborn as a creature with the ability to create the dream that destroys humanity.

All very grim choices.

It's the reason I have an affinity to write Dark Fantasy and basically villainous characters. I don’t write happy endings. And I don't make it easy for my characters to obtain peace. It's a reflection of my mind as it strives for serenity. Nah! That's me literally spewing bullshit. To write stories, my mind has to decend into chaos for a while. But the practice is when I break away from my writing, that I remind myself I'm not the narrator anymore and those characters I'm writing aren't me either.

After a while, balancing so much shit and just basically being human is a lot of dang work. I'm long overdue on the burnout. I think I busted my brain too in the process. Imagine it steaming from circuits sizzling. My motherboard has some charred areas with a side of crimson rot from playing Elden Ring too much. The games I'll play for the peeps who subscribed to my gaming channel. I even branded myself as a unskilled gamer who happens to be a strategist. I managed to beat games without skill, because that's just how my dang fried up brain works. It can still calculate 1k scenarios in a matter of seconds. Maybe now add a few more seconds of delay with my brain lag. Lets just face it, my latency is not up to par.

Now the root of my grief.

Pfff... Life just sucks.

The End!

[crossover-enthusiast]

Pfff

LMAOO WAIT

Charlie shows up right after the Spookeez leave the candy store in Deadly Smiles, and upon seeing him, Kevin immediately forgets about his injury for like a few seconds and excitedly attempts to run to Charlie. But he collapses of course, and Charlie gets concerned and sees the injury, so he decides to try and help him obviously. /j

"CHAR-AH, FUCK-!"

KEVIN HOLY SHIT!?"

"Please get an actual bandage and not the gum ones"

"??"

[sdranothersmut]

Charles and Whit giving each other handjobs

”Pfff come on you big dummy! Stop being so stiff!!”

Whit eagerly strokes Charles’ dick!! He looks away with a soft blush.

“Th-that’s the point you pervert, I-I need to be stiff…”

Charles’ gloved hand softly massages Whit’s decently sized member~! His form and technique are sloppy and lacking.

Meanwhile Whit’s technique is STELLAR He has experience and his partner is a nerdy Virgin tee hee

“Come onnnnn I know you like it~! I knowwwww you wanna cum earlyyyyt Char Char~”

Whit smirks and massages him even quicker!!

Charles can’t even focus on massaging Whit, he just feels…TOO GOOD!!

Charles moans gently and shoots his load onto Whit’s thighs~!!

“Pffff look at me! You made suchhhhh a mess you big dork!! You okay?”

“Fuck….y-yeah…just give me a second….”

Yeahhh Charles is gonna need a minute~ heh never challenge Whit ;)

[sucuretcannelle]

|Prompt Anon|

[Alexi chuckles lightly and also got up, stretching his wings before retracting them.]

[*teasing*] I have a slight feeling about what we might end up doing.

[*Char opened her mouth to say something but she started laughing before she could even get it out. The laughter immediately hooked onto Regina, then Jason*]

[*Ai's response came out in stammers before she gave up and covered her face with her hands*]

Pfff what just happened?

[fairymint-archive]

I think I’m going to be retconning a headcanon I had that I just realized makes more sense; My original intent with the animal crossing verse was not to mention school ever- it’s not something that’s explicitly touched on until much later in the series. My logic basically was, well, since I didn’t learn much in school (got my info from libraries, the internet, other sources), it was possible that somehow, Felix didn’t go as a kid. While I still believe this possible, I think I’m going to change my mind and say he went anyways. Not only is the time accounted for, haha, i played the game in real time...it just makes for a good time marker. Saying ‘since x grade’ and etc. is just easier, plus it just gives more relatable content- the experience of school and all its suffocations and little moments. And going through it all just to have a chance at more job variety in the future.

What’s not changing, however, is legal guardianship. He still became out on his own at an absurdly young age, and what with my mom having sided with me IRL, the whole time, that’s still not much different with lectures by officials and staff having basically no consequence. ’U can’t do that’ being met with ‘haha but i didn’t start shit tho’, and no punishment. There’s no good reason for me to retcon the.. actual house loans and moves, as well.

[ask-evo-grian]

Hey I think you should burn the world

GO AWAY

[bubblegumdicc]

Puppet lay curled in the corner of the bedroom with a blanket, they'd stayed in the same spot the entire time tony was gone. When he returned, he tried coaxing them onto the bed to sleep, but puppet refused, turning away to face the wall and curl up closer to the corner like a stray dog afraid of people.

 They'd been acting like this more and more as the days passed, pulling away from interaction, barely eating or doing much of anything. any time tony had tried to pick them up, bring them to the bed or couch, they'd simply wait till he fell asleep or grip loosened to slip away and back to whatever corner or small place they felt comfortable in.

Tony tried to talk to them, ask what was wrong, encourage them, but they would simply stay quiet. Like a dog.

 They felt their soul skip a beat when tony neared and pet their side gently, telling them goodnight. Tears pricked their sockets, but they stayed quiet, burying their face in the blanket. Their thought process was never clear, it was always this jumbled mess and unfocused.

 They felt so confused, their whole life they were taught one thing, they were a pet, they were an object, they were to service and that was their use, their purpose for existing. But now they didn't seem to have that.

Tony said different things, things about 'being like everyone else'.

If they were like everyone else, then why were they here? Why didn't they have a house, or job? Or go to school, or have parents or children or even friends? They had nothing and they couldn't do anything right.

 The only conclusions they could come to was 1: tony simply was delusional, or weird, or both. He was nothing like their other masters, so it was very possible.

Or 2: tony was right, and somehow, they were supposed to be a person.

They were just defective, broken.

Maybe thats why they were made a pet in the first place, because someone knew they werent good enough to be a person.

But now what could they do?

They weren't a pet.

they weren't a person.

they were nothing.

They curled tighter to the corner, the flame on their tail barely flickering as they fell back into a restless sleep.

[stareyeddistinguishment]

Could I request some fluff with Adam making some s’mores over Michael’s halo? (SOTF style if you’d like).

Thank you for the prompt, @paper-is-paper! Here is a fluffy drabble for you 😊 It is taking place after Midam has left the Cage.

Submit your prompt! (See: Prompt-drive post)

“Well, this is just perfect,” Adam remarked dryly, eying the drizzle outside the tent in disgust. Water pooled across the nylon tarp and slid down the sides of the tent. The steady misting of precipitation had continued unabated since Michael and Adam had first erected the tent three days prior. “I think this is probably the most activity-less camping trip I’ve ever been on.”

“Indeed.” Michael validated. The Archangel appeared standing inside the tent as a private apparition, only visible and audible to Adam.

“I mean it,” Adam insisted. He sat on his haunches, fiddling irritably with the zipper of his green sleeping bag. “I mean, whoever heard of camping in the great outdoors, but never going outside? We’re supposed to be hiking, canoeing, and cooking over a campfire!” 

Adam gazed about the two-person tent with disdain before his blue eyes arrested on Michael. “When I promised you a real camping trip, I thought we’d get to go outside and do stuff, and not sit here inside the tent playing Poker while we waited out the rain for three days.”

“Adam,” Michael interjected. “Poker, Camping Trip style has been quite enjoyable.”

Adam offered Michael a grateful smile. “Thanks,” Michael’s human replied, cheering somewhat. Then, Adam sighed petulantly. “But I really wanted your first real camping trip to be so much more. I mean, our campsite permit expires tomorrow, and we haven’t done anything – even the basics like roasting s’mores.” Adam gazed at Michael ruefully. “You would have really liked campfire s’mores, trust me, love.”

“I see.”

“Yeah. But there’s no way we’re getting a campfire going in this weather.”

Always Michael disliked bearing witness to Adam’s disappointment. This was why the Aspect of Michael’s mind devoted to tactical planning verified, Is it a requirement for roasting s’mores that one must provide a campfire or only that one must provide access to an open flame?

“Adam, is it a requirement for roasting s’mores that one must provide a campfire or only that one must provide access to an open flame?” Michael verified.

“Huh?” Adam frowned. “Well, I guess technically, we’d just need an open flame.” Blue eyes narrowed shrewdly. “Why do you ask?”

.

“Holy shit, this is awesome!” Adam held the wooden skewer with the browning marshmallow closer to the flame with a gleeful, childish grin.

“Adam, do not place the marshmallow into the Archangelic Holy Fire of my halo, or immediately the food object will be effaced from reality,” Michael remonstrated.

“Yeah, yeah, I know!”

The three wheels of Archangelic Holy Fire of Michael’s halo comprised the most powerful halo in existence. They also provided a perfect makeshift flame for roasting s’mores. Simply, Michael had contained the flames of one wheel to a near-dwindling, reduced the wheel’s elliptical orbit to project 2.5 ft (0.76 m) from the vessel’s centerline, and then carefully brought that wheel forward within the tent. Now Adam sat within the tent, sheltered from the rain, as he prepared his campfire s’mores over the open flame of the wheel of Archangelic Holy Fire.

“Okay, okay. So here’s the first marshmallow, all cooked to a golden brown perfection.” Adam withdrew the skewered marshmallow from its proximity to Michael's halo and displayed the food object proudly before Michael's apparition.

Examining the black-tinged marshmallow, Michael cocked his head dubiously. “Adam, this appears charred,” the Archangel observed.

“What? Pfff! Says you.”

“No. Says a physical analysis of the food object’s surface.”

Waving his hand imperiously, Adam unbound the (charred) marshmallow from his wooden skewer, rolled the sticky mess atop a graham cracker, and then placed a chocolate square atop that. Finally, he smashed a second graham cracker atop the fast-softening chocolate. The result was a sticky white and brown mass oozing between two graham crackers.

“Okay, it’s all done,” Adam asserted.

Eagerly, Adam held the s’more to his mouth. But then, Adam unexpectedly relinquished control of the vessel, in a silent invitation for Michael to take control. Dispersing his private apparition, the Archangel did.

Now Michael operated the vessel. The warm s'more was positioned before the vessel's opened mouth.

[The first one’s for you.] Adam explained, speaking to Michael directly across the bond Michael shared with his human. [Give it a try.]

"Very well."

Moving the s’more forward to the vessel's waiting mouth, the Archangel took a bite. Then, quickly Michael took a second bite. As well, he took a third.

[Haha, I knew you’d like it!] Adam’s sense of satisfaction exuded across the shared bond.

“Yes.” Michael agreed, speaking as he masticated. “Adam this is very good.”

But, it was more than 'very good.' The tent shared three days with Michael's human, playing Poker, Camping Trip style, and Adam creating a s’more for Michael – these events combined to create this camping trip as a cherished memory. And, therefore-

“Adam. S’mores constitute one of my favorite foods.”

[Damn straight! As they should!]

Read more: Link to previous drabble

[mspandorasart]

I felt like trying out colors for my Lust!Sans version, hrhrhr.

The red looks so intense even tho it looked okay on my DS screen, pfff. Anyways, I didn't want to use purple because I already have at least five chars with a lotta purple. So it turned into that instead, huehue. Here the early sketches:

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can i request Ruelle, Piama and MC baking something with the kids? You know MC is a terrible cook but maybe with the help of her family🤣

“Llewellyn! What are you doing? Please, put down the whisk!” 

Ruelle chuckled at the look of horror on poor Piama’s face. Their wife and beautiful queen covered in flour as she pulled out what looked like her sixth tray of burnt cookies. The queen only sighed, placing the tray down on the counter.

“What is that smell? Is the palace on fire?!” Young Asther asked, running into kitchen after their Mothers. 

“Heh, no. That’s just the smell of a Mother’s love.” 

“It’s not funny, Ruelle! She could have-!”

“Piama, I am quite capable of baking a few cookies without the queen’s guard watching over me.” Llewellyn replied, looking slightly perturbed - flour covering the freckles that decorated the soft skin of her face. 

Ruelle held up a completely charred cookie, laughing. “I believe this cookie would say otherwise, my queen.” 

“Fine.. laugh at my suffering, then.” Llewellyn replied, rolling her eyes as her other two children entered the room looking just as horrified. 

“I thought we weren’t going to let her cook anymore.” Lylia said, leaning in to whisper to Piama. 

“I can hear you, you know.” 

Lylia blushed slightly with embarrassment under the stern gaze of the queen. 

“Sorry, Mama.. but well… the last time Willowyn almost choked on one of your fruit tarts.”

“Ugh! Don’t remind me! That day was the worst!” Willowyn chimed in, scrunching her nose at the burnt pastries in front of her. 

“Pfff... I’m the one that had to listen to you complain all night.” Asther replied, narrowing their eyes as their twin who only stuck out her tongue in response. 

Llewellyn sighed, setting the whisk down on the large wooden table. “I’ve been so busy with all these extra council meetings lately..  I just wanted to do something nice.” 

‘Well, how about we help you then, Mama?” Lylia asked, moving swiftly to start a new batch of dough for the cookies.

“Yes! Let us help!” Willowyn exclaimed excitedly.

“Fine, I’ll help too.. but only if I get to lick the batter.” Asther added, crossing their arms.

“I think helping Mama would be a lovely idea.. What do you say, Ruelle?” 

Piama traced her fingers affectionately down Ruelles arm, smiling at her warmly.

“Heh.. fine. At least then we’ll end up with something edible.” 

She smirked at the queen who rolled her eyes in response, utterly unamused. 

“Ha, ha… very funny.“ 

“Why, thank you, my queen.” Ruelle replied smugly, placing a soft kiss to Llewellyn’s cheek. 

She rolled her eyes again, smiling underneath her faux annoyance. A warm feeling spilling over her as she watched her family swiftly move into action. Lylia handled whisking the dough as the twins fought over who got to place the cookies on the tray. Piama’s trained fingers meticulously slicing up fruit for the tarts with ease as Ruelle stationed herself at the ovens. 

“Well, I must admit.. Baking is definitely a lot funner this way.” Llewellyn laughed, earning bright smiles from all of her children. 

“That’s what families are for, Mama!” Willowynn exclaimed, frowning slightly as Asther threw a handful of flour, barely missing her. ”This is my favorite dress, Asther!” 

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, dear sister.” They replied, smirking deviously.

The three mothers only laughed, each sharing an affectionate glance before going back to the task at hand. The sounds of laughter and joy filling the warm air of the kitchen long after the hours of lunch and dinners had passed. Smells of cinnamon and sugared fruit wafting through the castle hallways with each tray that slid out of the oven. Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile, watching the five people she loved more than anything in the world come together in such a beautiful way. Taking a bite out of a freshly baked fruit tart, she sighed in content.

[pepperful-qt]

how do you think fanon kuroo and canon kuroo would interact if they were to meet each other? (can you also do this for tsukishima and kenma 🥺)

interesting okay 🤔🤔 i'm so sorry I saved this in my drafts then forgot about it 😭

Kuroo

fanon kuroo (from what ive seen) is super suave and a huge flirt/tease that's sorta this badboy archetype who's only passions are volleyball, sex, and chemistry. also he's a sex god or smth & says "kitten" a the time right? whereas (to me) canon kuroo is more of a chill non-confrontational person unless he's provoked or agitated or otherwise has a reason to. i feel like he also cares a lot about a person if he dates them & is very in tune to their needs bc he pays attention (this isn't an ideal type post or char analysis so i'll stop)

I really think that canon kuroo would feel an immediate distaste towards fanon kuroo LMAO bc he just gives off those >;) sketchy vibes. c kuroo starts off courteous but probably gets roped into a witty roast battle with f kuroo bc f kuroo just likes to get under EVERYONE'S skin & c kuroo will respond in kind, & he's also just disgusted that someone with his face acts that way. maybe he's a little jealous that f kuroo is a chick magnet PFFF

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okay so tsukki and moreso kenma don't have a huge dichotomy between canon&fanon that i've seen but i'll give some quick stuff

Tsukki

kinda like if it was his twin & he wouldn't get along with himself fanon or not tbh he's just like 🙏🙏bitch

so yeah, another that would argue with himself but the kind that feels like a minefield if you're within 10 feet of them

then 5 secs later they're chilled out

tbh canon tsukki would get annoyed with f tsukki's apathetic and bitchy attitude real fast

bc helloooo he's still polite and a hard worker with things he cares about, and nice to people he cares about once they're past his prickly exterior

Kenma

his life does not revolve around games hello that is not a personality

but honestly? still someone c Kenma could be bros with. he doesn't really care how other people live their lives and it's better to be literally just a gamer than a dickbag ig

c Kenma actually does like to be around his friends, just at limited capacity. f Kenma is a recluse or smth

they're both so quiet though...not much going on there tbh