#chocolate pudding the bear

[greypetrel]

Like a bear to water.

Some impromptu, epistolaty and angsty follow-up to this!

Thank you again @shivunin, that fic was such a joy, I reread it every now and then. It was just so cute I had to write something. With extra angst because why not.

[ Lavellan & Tabris, Lavellan x Cullen Rutherford, Lavellan & Hawke | 3760 words ]

Dear Arianwen,

I hope you won’t mind if I’m writing. I would gladly visit, but unfortunately new conditions has arisen, which prevents me to move much from Skyhold. Ironic, isn’t it? There was a time when I was there so little it didn’t really feel like having left the clan at all, and I wished nothing more than to be able to stop, for a little more. Now that I can’t go…

I’m digressing. Of course, if you and Z would like to visit, you’re both more than welcome, and it’ll make me so happy. Please, do come if you have time! (just please tell Z to not appear in Josephine’s office unannounced again, she really got scared last time)

Pudding is doing wonderfully.

He took to the life in the fortress well, and is happy as can be. I’m sorry I didn’t send you updates sooner, but as above, my time had been limited, and I’m sure you’ll understand that what free time I had went all to our little friend. I managed to wean it with success, and he grew quickly. I don’t really have precise terms of paragon, but I think we’re almost at standard. His gait is now sure and solid, and he can follow me everywhere, trotting along, without me needing to pick him up every now and then. I do still pick him up (until I can, I will, he’s just too adorable not to, and he loves the contact). Little Brother took a liking to him, you should really see them playing together! It’s good exercise, and makes me calmer over him not having siblings to play with and be a bear with. They scared the new stable boy already, I suggested to stop bringing Pudding to the paddock, but Dennet says it’s fine. Little Brother tires himself out a little more, he’s happier and more compliant. Everybody wins!

Cullen says Pudding is getting fat, but I’m sure he’s just overreacting. Plus, the whole point of bears in summer is, in fact, getting fat, isn’t it? I won’t have poor Pudding suffer during his winter hibernation because he fusses. Even if I know he does it out of care, he attached to the little one too, and Pudding did too. He licked his face the first time he saw him. Cullen was very grumpy about it, but again, it was such a cute thing! Plus, I think he actually likes the effect of having a bear hopping behind him when he reviews the troops. With the fur on his mantle, they really look like they’re kin, and I think it helped making Pudding feel more at home, in the first days.

I had to stop letting him eat my hair, it was the cutest thing ever, but he puked a hairball like a cat. He’s a clever cub, and understood. I think. He still tries to munch on my braids, some times.

Know that he’s very happy and growing up fine, he’s eating plenty and well, and yesterday he finally left most of the salmon I gave him to the side. Like a bear should. I’m so proud of him!

We’ll need to change my bed soon, he’s keeping his talons sharp over the columns and I don’t think they’ll outlive him being too big to enter the door to my room. But he’s happy, and he needs his talons sharp, so. It’s just a bed, and I don’t really need a canopy, I can keep the room warm with magic.

But I digress, once again.

There is one more thing I wanted to tell you: I’m not writing this to worry you, I swear, but. I mentioned that something happened. It’s nothing bad, I swear, nothing you should worry about. But as you may have noticed, I do worry and tend to reason on the worst case scenario. I can’t forget I’m the Inquisitor, and even if my military days are sparser, there’s still a risk. I am sure you’ll of all people will understand.

So: if anything happened to me, can I ask you if you would like to take care of Chocolate Pudding, please? And all the other horses, really. Little Brother goes with Cullen, if he wants, but the rest are too many for Master Dennet alone. I would also recommend you to give Master Dennet a position, if your stablemaster should need help. Dennet is grumpy and stubborn, but he really loves horses, and everything I know about them comes from him. I think you’ll like him. The rest of the horses are for you and your Wardens. Or find a reliable person that will take care of them properly. I trust you on this more than anyone else, after seeing you with Princess and Honey and the mabaris. As for Pudding: he’s growing more independent by the day, but in case he won’t be or you will think not the case to introduce him back to his siblings, I’d suggest you consider the clan of Thane Svarah Sun-Hair, Stone-Bear Hold. They’re honourable people I have the greatest respect for, and they know who I am. Their Hold Beast is the gentlest bear, Storvacker, they have experience. Go visit them, bear them my greetings, and see for yourself if you’d trust them with Pudding. You’re the best judge on that, I know.

Even if the choice of me is allegedly not-

I hope it doesn’t sound too ominous. Again, I’m just playing on the long, eventual term. Do not worry. I’m perfectly fine, and now I’ll stop writing about me, really.

How are things in Amaranthine? Did you manage to convince that Bann you told me about to listen to reason and lower the taxes over his mill? Just saying, if you need help on the matter, you only need asking. I’ll have some Friends in the area to help you perorate the cause, no banner attached. I do hope the Arlessa life is not bearing too heavily upon your shoulders. I regret not telling you in person -but I think it’d be better by writing, uh?-, but you looked that much happier when showing me the animals around. Take care of yourself and get some rest, really. The Banns will survive for five minutes without you.

Hope Z is well and safe as well, send him my greetings and wishes of good luck on his adventures. If this letter will not find you because you joined him in one, be assured that I am very happy you finally got the chance to be happy and leave the circus. Have the best life has to offer you, the both of you. Creators know you deserve it, more than anyone.

With affection and a hug I know you won’t really like, but that I’d love to give you anyway,

Aisling. Lady Lavellan the Inquisitor yada yada yada

p.s.: I don’t expect you to write such a long letter, but I’d love to read anything you’d like to tell me. No pressure at all, tho.

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Instinct was a marvellous thing.

Because for how much Aisling had surely coddled Chocolate Pudding, now grown to reach her mid-thigh, he still took incredibly quickly to fishing. Gone were the first clumsy attempts, when she brought him to the same creek, where it ran down some rapids and calmed down amidst a meadowy clearing, offering the perfect habitat for trouts. Now, sitting close to Cullen on a nearby log, as he tended to the fire and got some fishes ready for their own lunch, she could observe the not-so-much-a-cub, observing the water very intently, ears pointed forward to catch a glimpse of silvery scales and fins swimming upriver. It was bittersweet knowing she wasn’t needed anymore, not to catch the cub when he slipped and fell into the water -he growled so indignantly then, pawing at the water as if it was its fault-, console him when he missed a fish, or cheered the valliant deed up when he caught. It brought a consolation, tho, knowing that he could now catch his own food.

Well. Two times out of five, at least, he was still young.

She wished Arianwen was there to see him, she’d be so proud of him and of how much he had grown strong. Maybe she would know what to do for the rest, too.

She really hoped she would have welcomed her invite.

Cullen too had taken to Pudding incredibly well, and likewise. The Commander never complained that Aisling had insisted on keeping the cub in their room (with diapers she realized were much needed into a disastrous travel back home. She hadn’t minded, but cleaning the saddle had been long and tedious work). He never cared that the cub kept his talons sharp on the bed posts, nor that he slept on Aisling’s pillow (she slept hugging Cullen anyway). He had scoffed and reminded the bear that in spite of the fur on his cloak he was not, indeed, a bear himself, and that licking other people’s faces was not polite at all. And just held her when she had burst crying, totally against her better will, when she had told him Pudding’s mama hadn’t wanted him.

The topic had been left there for that first day, never once touched directly, always in the periphery of her vision whenever Chocolate Pudding was involved.

Was she doing enough? Was she doing it well? Did he know she loved him so much? Did he miss his siblings? Was a horse company enough for him? Was she feeding him enough? What would Arianwen say or think or suggest? Would she had let her keep the cub for real, had she known…?

Honestly, she had forced not to write, fearing her negative judgement. But as August pressed and Halamshiral loomed and Dorian didn’t write back anything substantial from Minrathous, she had to.

Quietly, at first, not saying it out loud.

The freezing water of the creek helped soothing the pain in the Anchor, Pudding had fun fishing his own lunch, they were just half an hour of riding away, the horses enjoyed grazing in the meadow, the air smelled balsamic, the sun wasn’t so hot, so high up the mountains.

It was easy, to pretend it was fine, and the topic hadn’t returned just to leave nothing unsaid… Before. Just in case. She always was one to act on the long run, so why should this be different. There was another letter she wanted to write, but…

“That’s great, Chocolate Pudding! Oh, how good you are, look at that!! Great job!” Aisling chirped, when the bear emerged with a big trout kept steadily in his mouth. The scales shone in peaches and yellows under the sun, all spotted in white, and the bear puffed out his chest, before instinctively trotting to the right and out of the water in a halo of splashes.

Cullen chuckled to the side, skewering the second fish - the ones already cleaned and prepared, ready to be cooked they brought for their own consumption. As cuddly and used to be cuddled Pudding was, he was growing grumpy whenever food was involved. After a loud growl in her direction, Aisling had understood that when he was eating, there were no caresses to be distributed.

Still, the bear flopped at the side of their log, flopping on his belly to have his paws free to maneuver the fish. One on the head, the other on the tail, the bear started eating, happily. Wanting his privacy but still sticking close.

“He grew up so quick, hadn’t he?” Aisling noted, with a little nostalgy.

“It’s such a relief to see him moving so confidently, now.” Cullen agreed. “He was lucky to find people who love him.”

“Mh.” She closed to his side, turning to hug his waist, affectionately. The topic never returned, but she knew him well enough to be certain he wasn’t talking only of the bear, now. And she loved him for not going out of vagueness. Her hand was itching like crazy, in the way that she now knew predated pain.

She spent the last moments before that squeezing him tight, pressing her forehead to his breastplate. Bless him, he was a little bothered by having her under his arm, but kept working without protesting, shifting the pair of them now forward, now to the side, to fix their lunch against the fire. Now properly seasoned.

The fish was roasting, Cullen’s arm came to circle her shoulders and squeezed, Chocolate Pudding was munching loudly at his trout, and the Anchor started to burn. After the itch it came the burn. And then…

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Aisling sighed, reluctantly raising up and walking to the creek herself. She apologized to Pudding for walking too close to him, but that and her steps being a little too quickly, she knew, were telltales enough to let Cullen know the pain was worse than she would have let own. She hated and loved this, but right now…

A deep sigh left her lips.

Freezing water, plus an help of an healing spell - Cole’s presence was distant, up in the Keep, but whenever she looked for him to heal, he was always there. The best solution she had to calm the pain a little, have the Anchor flare up for less time, less intensely than usual. Days were easier, the problem was at night. Right now, tho, she had to crouch for but a handful of minutes, before the pain grew duller.

It was good: the bad episodes lasted for hours. Five minutes was good.

She hated her room up in that tower. An aravel would have been perfect to move beside a creek or a river.

Chocolate Pudding, still half wet, walked closer to her. He leaned his big head to the side, walking with what she liked to interpret as a question in his big, expressive, so loved eyes.

“I’m all better, Pudding. See?” She showed him her left palm for inspection, but it was still glowing and launching sparks of energy, in sickly green. The bear sniffed and snorted it, shaking his head.

“Ok, I’ll keep it here a while, still. Thank you.” Sheepishly, Aisling dunked her left back in the water.

The bear didn’t mind much. He sat and nuzzled her shoulder with his head, then resting it on her lap. It made squatting difficult, but she soldiered on. Helaine surely gave her worse trainings, and none of them made her able to caress the cutest, best bear in Thedas (to her).

“Thank you.” She whispered, just to him. “Tell Arianwen I hadn’t been such a disaster, with you. And that I’m so, so sorry. Would you?”

Chocolate Pudding snorted.

Aisling liked to read it as an affirmative.

A couple of minutes more later, half wet but feeling way better -if tired- she returned to the log, met with a nice smell of well roasted fish. She took the skewer Cullen passed her, and started to eat.

“What did you want to tell me?” She asked, after a moment, remembering their little outing was, indeed, his idea.

He snapped his back straight as if she had poked him, all of a sudden, and she saw his cheeks turning redder. Pretty sure it wasn’t just the sun, it was all confirmed when he started to fumble, a hand raising to rub the nape of his neck.

“Well, I wanted- Ah. Uhm.” He cleared his throat, and Aisling couldn’t avoid smiling, heart sweeling at the display. Calling him cute wouldn’t have helped, nor kissing him silly as she wanted to do. So she waited, letting him collect words as he collected chess pieces to set the board. Weirdly enough, he checked on his pocket, pressing it with his fingers to check there was something inside. “I mean- It’s nothing, really. Do not worry about it.”

“Are you sure it’s nothing? It seems like there is something… It wasn’t that bad, I promise, I can listen.” She insisted.

“No. No, it’s nothing, really. Ah- You brought writing tools, you don’t want to spend your pause working I hope?”

“Mh. If you change your mind…” She insisted, just because. “But yes, I wanted to write Hawke.”

“… What experiment are you planning, this time?” He turned, fumbles all disappeared save the faint blush still on his ears -but that could have been the sun- with a distinct flash of concern.

“Can’t I write her to ask her how she is?” She laughed.

“You will. But then you’ll talk about magic. You’re bored, without Dorian, and in the blink of an eye, we’ll need to organize scraping glittery slime away from the walls.”

“It happened only once!”

“It was one time too many.”

At the very least, she could still laugh at something, even if in the end she had no crazy experiment to suggest to Maria, today. She wished she had, and she hoped she wouldn’t have minded, for once.

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Dear M and F,

I’m sorry it’s been a while I haven’t written to you. Nothing happened and I’m perfectly fine!

I’ve just been quite busy, a new situation has arisen, and the time it left me was all dedicated to a new very special entry in the Inquisition.

I have a baby!

He was tiny and scrawny when he arrived, but the cutest thing you’ll ever see. I know it would be unadvisable, but I wish you could come and meet him. If I'll be able to move closer to you I'll let you know, alas when I got him there was no time to stop by, I'm really sorry.

It would be so nice if you two could make it, I would really love to see you both again. Maybe meet F and get a proper introduction when he’s not so out of his mind thinking you, M, are lost. But I understand if it would be impossible. Do not worry at all.

Anyway, baby’s name is Chocolate Pudding and I love him very much.

I got him in VK, I just couldn’t let him go. People here thinks I’m quite crazy, but the effect of holding judgement and court with the little one on my lap… I was told I look extra threatening, and both Josephine and Leliana settled their mind over it.

As if a bear cub so cute and floppy could instill fear, can you imagine?

-

Cullen is telling me I should have noted from the start that Chocolate Pudding is, in fact, a bear.

Oh well, now you know. He was a runt, the first days were very difficult, but he’s faring so much better now. I weaned him and he’s gaining the weight he missed when I first saw him, poor thing. Now he’s lively as a teen bear should, learnt to fish pretty well, and likes to play and hop around, after me or Cullen. I think the fur on his mantle was instantly labelled as “fellow bear”. They’re so cute together, my heart feels like it’s bursting.

Would be nice if it could-

Anyway. Just writing to ask you a little favour.

As I mentioned: a new situation occurred, and it’s nothing serious, nothing you should worry about, really. But you know me, I’m a worrywart and I’d like to act on the long run.

I’ll be called in Halamshiral soon and… I don’t know how it will end, I’ll be sincere. In the eventuality, and please feel absolutely free to tell me no, no obligations whatsoever and no grudge if you will say no.

Can I ask you if you could bring my notes and grimoire north, to my clan? I think D will get a hold on them first, to copy. But: he’ll need help, and… And if it’s not asking too much, if you and F could stay a while up there, just to check no one picks on the clan, you would lift a huge weight off my shoulders. I’m told that the situation is stable, but we weren’t able to eradicate the Venatori fully. Even D has not that much reach in Tv, from this south, and I fear they’ll retaliate on the clan. Again. Tell the Keeper you’re my friends. If he asks: he calls me Shrimp because… You saw me in the Western Approach, you know why. He’ll welcome you, surely, and support your every need. And if I know them, feed you plenty and often and if everything goes well, let you both relax plenty. I think you’ll both like them, and they’ll like you.

Please, feel free to open the grimoire and copy all you need, use those notes for good. I am just insisting that the real book will stay with the clan.

I hope it doesn’t sound too ominous, but I don’t know what’ll happen… And I don’t know who else to ask this that I trust. Again, you don’t have to say yes. But I thought that F would love the chance to get rid of some extremists from up north, worst case scenario.

And well, that’s it.

Tell me something nice, how are things in the farm, which recipe you two learnt to cook in these last weeks and your favourites, and how’s the garden faring. Tell me everything and anything that’s going on or that you’re thinking about, please. I miss you a lot and I really wish you were here, a letter would do.

No new experiments to suggest you, alas! Have you been working on something fun? D is up in Tv, and the Keep is horribly dull. Tell me something! Which doesn’t involve semi-liquids and sticky things, apparently they are still scraping glitter away between the stones of the outer wall.

How come it is a problem is beyond me, but I’m being told it is.

With all my love, some friendly bear pawings and Cullen’s greetings,

A.

*there’s a doodle near the signature, drawn very very badly with a hand that looks even wobblier than the usual, of what could with a little creativity be interpreted as an elf -straight hair, triangular ears and a scribble on the forehead- a man -taller, whirls on the round head and an X where the mouth should be. Both smiling over a shape like a potato sack, with round ears and long straight lines where the claws should be. Helpful arrows inform the reader that it’s Aisling –“me”-, Cullen and Chocolate Pudding.*

[karinasbaby]

HAHAHA SOSNDJNES MY OFFICIAL NAME?? i’ll take it. yours is definitely my pookie wookiee cutie patootie <3 because you’re my lil baby angel

our relationship IS so perfect. just as you are. i also love love suddenly. wonder why that is. AND YES PLS SPAM TF OUTTA ME I WANT MY PHONE TO VIBRATE OFF THE TABLE

NOOO WDYM ITS GONNA BE CRAZY? don’t say that. please. (STOP UR PREMATURE TOO?? we were fated, like)

my last exam is on monday! but i have a presentation on tuesday and a assignment due on tuesday BUT! monday

(it’s so funny because i planned to do the assignment in the bus yesterday but i ended up writing the brat tamer drabbles which is my own fault but)

oh it’s is absolutely your official name my honey bun sugar pie schnookums teddy bear chocolate cookie swirl pudding biscuit. and “my lil baby angel” my soul ascended to the 7th heaven and came back btw but we ball.

STOP FLRITING WITH MEEEELENDLSH “just as u are” GET OUT. ENOUGH. out here making me kick my feet in the air and hide my face under the blanket who do u think u are 😒😒😒😒😒 (don’t answer that.) but anywho i shall be spamming the living hell out of u after this just let me get on ig and bro 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

(WE REALLY ARE FATED IN THIS SHIT BRO LIKE YOURE PREMATURE IM PREMATURE YOURE A HEE STAN IM A HEE STAN WHATS NEXT⁉️⁉️⁉️) fate but not sponsored by enha 😁☝️ but AYYEEEEE LAST EXAM ON MONDAY LETS GOOOO ���🤾(tuesday doesn’t exist for me) (WHY DIDNT U WORK ON UR ASSIGNMENT >:( also u posting that is like so ridiculous to me lmfao bcs u have NO clue how terrified i am of ur account rn. i’m avoiding that brat tamer work so bad rn bcs i know im gonna die. im so gonna die. for sure gonna die.)

[artsy-dreamer]

Ice cream for the birthday boy :) 💕💕

[wulfricnavy]

Kamen Rider is such an interesting franchise, because the theme could be cute and childish and all colours and cheerful. But the characters are just absolutely BROKEN, internally.

Like, in Gavv, it's fucking brutal for the characters. The two main Riders lost their Mothers to the big bads (alien corporation, in this season), the villain Rider, who's from the same alien species as the big bads, lost a loved one to some human who was supposedly hunting their species and is hence reluctantly working for the corporation who were sending their people out into human world, so he can kill humans in revenge. Wanna guess what the theme is? SNACKS!! IT'S FUCKING SNACKS!!! Gummy Bears, Chips, FUCKING MARSHMALLOWS is how these guys get their powers!!

Look here for a second,

It's chocolate man and pudding man fighting each other, BUT pudding man is an from an alien species, some of whom run a snack conglomerate that turn humans into addictive jellies, for which they send aliens who are addicted to the jellies to kidnap humans for their work. Chocolate guy lost his Mother to one of these Aliens and hence hates them. Pudding guy, who himself is the Alien, lost a loved one to the addiction.

THESE GUYS FIGHT WITH CHOCOLATES AND PUDDINGS-

[writerthreads]

Americanisms that annoy the crap out of me in writing

By Writerthreads

Welcome back to another post! Today is a little rant/PSA for all of you who use American English and terminology.

When I read books that are meant to portray British characters, I get so annoyed when I read jarring Americanisms. Here’s a list of them that are especially annoying (I’m sorry):

“Pants”

Pants = underwear. Every time I read something on Ao3 along the lines of “Harry spilled a cup of tea on his pants” I immediately think of him drinking said tea in his undies which is absolutely hilarious.

Somebody who can’t afford to go to the GP/hospital??

Hello, we have the NHS which is free at the point delivery!!! #rare uk w

I had to fully stop reading a fic when a British character couldn’t afford medical care and that was a whole plot-line.

As a medical student, this scenario is fully bizarre for me to comprehend. The only situation in which someone wouldn’t seem medical attention from my pov is if they don’t want to wait for hours at the A&E

Chips/crisps/fries omfg

Chips= the fatter ones you get with fish and chips

Crisps: potato chips

Fries: the thinner ones from Maccies

Cookies vs biscuits

To this day, I still don’t fully get the cookie/biscuit thing but according to my British friends who get annoyed when I mix them up, biscuits are meant to be crunchier (eg. Chocolate digestives & jammie joggers), while cookies are softer, eg. chocolate chip cookies

Biscuits covered in gravy????

What is that. That is not a thing. The UK equivalent would be a scone (sweet, eaten with jam and clotted cream or smth like that and which one goes first is a whole debacle) or a Yorkshire pudding.

Accent/slang

Different people from different areas in the UK speak differently & have different vernacular. When who’s meant to be posh speaks in roadman talk, it’s the funniest thing ever, so please do research carefully!

Takeout

Unfortunately I do say this quite a bit, but people are saying this more in the UK now imo. Takeaway is the preferred term.

Fall

“It’s fall because the leaves fall form the treeeeees” no bro it’s autumn. I grimace every time I read this in a book set in the UK.

I could care less

Ok, then care less? It’s I couldn’t care less, which makes more sense anyways.

Fanny pack

Fannies mean something else in the UK lol. It’s a bum bag, but this term is used more now maybe?

Freshman year? College? Frats? Spring break?

We have a different education system :) uni is three years usually, colleges are halls at uni or sixth form colleges

Little annoyances:

Math: It’s maths. Mathematics.

Vacation: holiday (more interchangeable now tho)

“Line up”: “QUEUE up”

On accident: by accident

Trunk/hood: boot/bonnet (I do a weird mix and say boot/hood, my bad lol)

I drive stick vs I drive manual (learnt this from my ex). Most people in the UK (and Europe) drive manual because it’s supposedly superior

Movie: film (more interchangeable now)

Principal: headmaster/mistress

There’s probably a longer list somewhere…

Thank you for bearing with me. My friends are now subject to me saying ‘trousers’ every time they say ‘pants’, I can’t help it (help I’m getting colonised)

Also look up slang (esp slang from certain parts of London, or roadman slang), they’re hilarious and I can’t help but say some of them now (I blame my friends but honestly calling a meal a scran is so funny)

Anyways goodbye

[alastor-simp]

Pocky Kiss - Hazbin Hotel Gang x Female Reader

[P.S. I know that many of the characters are together in relationships or planning to be (Huskerdust and Chaggie), so don't be upset if they do kiss the reader in the story. Enjoy]

Charlie🌈

🌈Charlie was so excited to try something new, especially when it involved sweets. She saw you coming back to the hotel, carrying a plastic bag. When she asked you what you got, you told her you had gotten some sweets.

🌈Going to explain how pocky was a very popular sweet in the human world, she was ecstatic, rainbows and sparkles popping up around her. There were so many flavors to choose from, but she loved the cheesecake flavored ones.

🌈Watching her munching away on them, stick hanging in her mouth, you remembered the little game that used to be played with these treats. Grabbing Charlie's attention, you asked if you wanted to play a game, to which she responded with an enthusiastic yes.

🌈Grabbing her by her shoulders, you positioned her so she was facing you. Explaining the rules of the pocky game to her, you watched her reactions, to make sure she was okay with playing it. Her cheeks did turn a slight pink, but she was still smiling and agreed to the game.

🌈Placing the pocky stick between both of your mouths, you started the game. The both of you moved slowly, nibbling the stick bit by bit. The more you stared at Charlie, the more entranced you got. She was both physically cute and beautiful at the same time. Her eyes were lovely and her rosy cheeks gave her a doll-like appearance, making you flush.

🌈Charlie noticed how your eyes were darting all around, before they looked away from her, gazing down. She also noticed the redness on your cheeks. Halfway done with the treat, you heard a soft chuckle and gazed back at Charlie. Her once adorable smile was now a smirk, her eyes had turned red with slits and red horns at appeared on the top of her head.

🌈Grabbing the collar of your shirt, she had pulled you closer, lips smashing together. "!!!!!!" you were left in a state of shock, not expecting this reaction at all. Her lips were very soft and you could smell the apple scented perfume that her dad got for her. Soon, the kiss had ended and she let you go, changing back to her normal appearance. "I WIN!" she said, jumping with excited, while you were panting with flushed cheeks and a racing heartbeat.

🌈Charlie noticed immediately and started apologizing saying "IM SO SORRY!! I-I don't know what came over me I ummmm" She was waving her hands, worried she had upset you. Smiling, you shook her head, saying you were fine, and not to worry. She calmed down at that, while giving you a bear hug, happy that you weren't upset. She had let you go after a while, and the both of you continued to sit next to each other, finishing the rest of the pocky sticks you had bought.

Vaggie🎀

🎀Vaggie wasn't big on sweets, compared to Charlie. She didn't hate them, but she preferred more of the mellow kind like ice cream or pudding.

🎀She happened to see you in the lobby room by yourself, humming while eating some type of stick. She questioned you, wondering what you were doing. "Oh hey Vaggie. Nothing just eating some pocky, want one?" Pocky? what was that? She noticed that box in your hand, reading the label "Cookies and Creme Pocky."

🎀 Noticing her confusion, you said they were a cookie like biscuit covered in flavored chocolate. She brightened a bit more at that, saying "Sure", and proceeded to sit next to you, grabbing the box from your hand.

🎀She tried a bit a first, until she grabbed two more sticks and began to eat away at them. Well, you were happy she like them. The both of you just sat in silence, continuing to eat the pocky. A thought clicked in your head, remembering the pocky game. Placing a pocky between your lips, you turned to Vaggie, while tapping her shoulder.

🎀She looked at you, pocky between your lips, smiling. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what the heck you were doing. You explained to her about the pocky game that could be played with two people, and said if she wanted to play. Moving the stick playfully with your lips, you continued to stare at Vaggie, urging her to play.

🎀She gave an unimpressed look, grabbing the pocky from your mouth and pulled it away. "Aww come on." you said, sadly. You were about to say something else, until you saw her get closer to your face, giving a small peck on your lips before pulling away. "WHA-!" Your face turned bright red, as you stared at Vaggie in shock

🎀She was just acting nonchalant, like nothing just happened as she continued to eat the pocky, while you were still contemplating what the hell just happened.

Angel Dust🕷

🕷Angel Dust was a glutton for sweets, especially if they were slightly erotic. He has done many porn scenes, featuring edible underwear or with food like whipped cream or chocolate.

🕷He happened to walk past your room, seeing the door opened a crack. Peeking in, you saw you sitting on your bed, with headphones in your ears, while munching on something. Raising an eyebrow, he entered inside, closing the door as he made his way over to your bed.

🕷You hadn't realize he had come inside, until you saw him plop in the center of the bed, causing you to jump and let out a yelp. He was positioned on the bed, provocatively, laying on his side, while he placed on his hands against his cheek, smirking at you. Removing your headphones, you yelled at Angel not to scare you like that.

🕷He rolled his eyes, before pointing at the box in your hand: "Whatcha eating their toots?" Oh he was curious. You went on to explain to him that it was pocky, a biscuit like sweet. "They are strawberry flavored, do you want one?" Taking one out of the box, you handed it to him. He grabbed it with one of his hands, and held it in front of his face, unimpressed. "Sucks that aren't di✪✪ shaped." You gave him a look that said, really, as he popped the thing in his mouth and began to eat it.

🕷"Eh not bad." as he grabbed a few more from the box and began to munch on them. As you watched him eat, you thought of the game that was very popular in the human world with these treats. Smirking a bit, you snapped your fingers to get his attention. Angel turned towards you, wondering what you wanted. "Angel do you want to play the pocky game with me?" Angel question you, asking what type of game was it. "Well two players put the stick between the both of them, and they eat away at it. You can either pull away or not."

🕷You watched his reaction, wondering if he was up for it. Suddenly, he sat up quickly, as his four arms pulled you closer. He positioned you on his lap, placing two hands around your waist, while placing the other two on your cheeks. His lips were drawn into a smirk, and he was giving you bedroom eyes: "Awww~ Ya want a kiss from yours truly~? Why didn't you say so~?" He was speaking very seductively to you, causing goosebumps to appear on your body.

🕷He slowly leaned in, taking the other end of the pocky with his mouth, and started to move slowly. Your heartbeat was racing by how close he was and how intimate the atmosphere was now. His pinks irises were gorgeous, drawing you in. His hands had wrapped around you snugly, pulling you closer to him. You heard him give a soft chuckle, his eyes lidded with lust as he inched closer and closer to your mouth. You slowly closed your eyes, as you felt his lips molded into yours.

🕷The kiss lasted for a good minute, before it ended, with the both of you panting. "Hehe~. Well that was fun. Did ya enjoy it toots?" He was still holding your cheeks with his hands, while his eyes gazed at you lovingly. Smiling, you gave a nod, while biting your lip. "Wanna play again?" you asked, giving him a shy smile. He smiled widely, showing his golden tooth. "Sure babe, but we can play without the sticks this time~." He leaned closer, interlocking lips again, as your back hit the bed.

Niffty🪡

🪡Niffty knew exactly what pocky was. This girl was a hidden weeaboo. She was cleaning around the lobby of the hotel, sweeping the ceilings left and right with a feather duster. She heard the sound of feet clattering on the floor, and turned to see you walking with a plastic bag.

🪡Taking a seat on the couch, you reach inside and pulled out a box of pocky. You were surprised that they had them in Hell, especially the chocolate banana one. As you laid back ready to eat some pocky, you turned to see a giant eye in front of you, causing you to jump.

🪡"Ohhhhhhhh! You got pocky? Gimme gimme gimme!!" she jumped on the couch, super excited and making grabby hands at you. Calming down and laughing at how cute she was, you gave her a few sticks, to which she smiled widely at and started to eat them happily.

🪡"How do you know about pocky, Niffty?" you asked, to which she quickly responded with "Fanfiction!" As you both continued to eat some pocky, you thought back to the pocky game that could be played and asked Niffty if she wanted to play. Niffty squealed in glee, grabbing a stick and placing it between both of your mouths. You were surprised she wanted to play, honestly.

🪡You were about to start nibbling, but Niffty sped ate the whole stick, letting your lips touch for a brief second, before she pulled away smiling. It took you a second to register everything that happened, especially since it was so quick. Niffty didn't say anything after that, just continued to eat the pocky sticks, until she ran to go get a broom, since there were crumbs now all over the couch and floor.

Husk🍺

🍺Husk didn't really give a fu✪✪ about sweets. His attention focuses more on the bottle in his hand. He does indulge in sweet flavored liquor, but only on certain occasions.

🍺He was snoozing a bit on the bar, having drunk a bit too much last night. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of someone taking a seat. Peeking his eyes open, he saw you with your phone in hand, along with some type of stick in your mouth. "The fu✪✪ is that?" he thought.

🍺You were taking a bit of a snack break, and decided to eat some chocolate pocky while scrolling through your phone. Taking a break, you looked away and spotted Husk staring at you. "Hey Husk." you have a small wave. He gave a grumble, removing himself from the bar and gave a stretch, hearing his back crack. "Hey kid. What is that long toothpick doing in your mouth?" He pointed at the pocky, that was hanging between your lips.

🍺You told him that it was pocky, not a toothpick. You asked him if he wanted to try one. He shrugged his shoulders and went to grab one from the box, before you pulled it away. "Wait..can you eat chocolate? Since your a cat demon and all." you looked at him with mild concern. He rolled his eyes at that, and grabbed the box from you, placing one stick inside his mouth. His face stayed the same, wearing his usual pout. He gave the box back to you, but grabbed some more sticks.

🍺Well your glad he didn't hate them. The both of you just ate the pocky in silence, until you had a thought. "Hey Husk, wanna play a small game?" Husk brighten a bit at that, giving a smirk: "You wanna play cards kid?" Shaking your head, you place a pocky stick in his mouth and explained the game to him. You knew for a fact he wouldn't agree to play this game. He could barely stand Angel's constant flirts, so the idea of him playing a kissing game was VERY slim.

🍺Husk gave an annoyed grumble, uttering a fine, as he leaned closer with the biscuit in his mouth. Wait really?!?!? He wanted to play?! Leaning in, you placed your mouth on the other. The both of you stood still for a second, until you slowly started to nibble. As you ate, you eyes were drawn to Husk. His black eyes were gazing into yours. Instead of the usual slits, his eyes were dilated, hinting he wasn't pissed doing this. You continued to admire him, gazing at his ears and red wings.

🍺You were about to pull away, thinking he probably didn't want to reach the end. As you started to back away, his hands had grabbed your shoulders, stooping you. His wings also folded in and wrapped around your back, encasing you. His lips then reached yours, gazing your eyes to widen in shock. The kiss continued between the both of you, before he pulled away.

🍺He noticed your flustered appearance, and chuckled. "Whats the matter kid? Cat got your tongue?" Covering your face with your hands, letting out a muffled shut up, you tried to calm your heart down. Husk patted your head, saying "sorry kid." You heard the sounds of some liquid being poured and you removed your hands to see that Husk was making your favorite cocktail. He finished and placed it in front of you, saying it was on the house, before walking away from the bar.

Alastor🎙

🎙Alastor would have no clue what pocky was. Only thing he was interested in was radio, murder, dad jokes, jambalaya, and jazz. Other stuff that wasn't any of those things he wouldn't associate with it.

🎙He was walking down the halls, humming a tune, when his ears perked up at the sound of jazz playing. Walking closer to the sounds, he had arrived at the door to your room, that was opened a bit. He picked his head in, seeing you sitting in the floor near your bed, folding some clothes. You were bopping your head at the tunes while also munching on something. You heard the sound of static, and turned your head to see Alastor. “Hey Al! You need something?” You smiled up at Alastor, placing the folded shirt in your hands on top of your lap.

🎙️Alastor smiled and entered inside your room, standing next to you with his arms behind his back. “No! Nothing at all, my dear! Just heard the sweet sounds of jazz playing!” Chuckling at that, you gestured to your bed saying he can take a seat there if he wants. He smiled more at that, walking over to your bed, and taking a seat, crossing his legs. Remembering what you were doing, you went back to folding your clothes, and eating the rest of the pocky in your mouth. “What is that strange stick you are nibbling on?” You heard him ask. Turning your head to look at him, he was laying on his stomach, smiling at you while kicking his feet.

🎙️ “Oh it’s pocky. It’s a treat I use to enjoy when I was alive. Charlie had actually found some in a store in hell and got some for me.” Grabbing the box, you lifted it up towards Al, asking if he wanted some. He scrunched his nose at that: “Apologies, my dear, but I’m not one for sweets, so I politely decline.” “These are not too sweet, they are 60% cacao ones so they are a bit more bitter.” You tried to convince him, but he turned his head away.

🎙️Ugh he was so stubborn! Trying to think of a way to get him to try it, you came up with an idea, it was risky but you think you could pull it off. Getting up from your position, you walked over to the door and locked it, before turning back to Alastor, who raised his eyebrow at you in confusion. “I wanna make a deal with you.” Radio screech! Well that shocked the hell out of him, where did this come from all of a sudden. His smile outstretched his entire face, as he continued to lay on the bed, placing his hands under his chin. "Oh ho! It appears I have rubbed off on you a bit. May you care to enlighten me on the negotiations for this deal?" You wanted to take back what you said, but it was too late to go back.

🎙️"Me and you are going to play the pocky game. No soul stealing or any funny business. Just a simple game between you and me and you can't refuse." Placing your hands on your hip, you eyed Alastors expression, seeing if he would take the deal or not. He tiled his head at you, eyes clouded in confusion. "Pocky game?" Oh right, he didn't know about that stuff. After you explained the game to him, he still continued to stare at you. "And if i refuse to partake in this?" His face showed disinterest, clearly not wanting to go through with it. "Aww is the radio demon afraid of losing?" you smirked. The sound of static got louder, and Alastor eyes had flashed into radio dials. Him afraid?! Hah, what a joke! Snapping his fingers, your body started to levitate and fly over to him, landing on the bed with a thud, as he got up from his position. His clawed hand grabbed your chin, tiling it up to have you look at him. "You are quite bold, aren't you. I'll agree to this little deal of yours. I hope you are prepared for the consequences."

🎙️His voice had deepened a bit, the static no longer masking his voice. This was giving you goosebumps all over. You didn't mean to upset him. Removing his hand from your chin, he extended it out towards you, ready to make the deal. Grabbing his hand, a shocking sensation formed once your hands connected and a slight green glow appeared around your hands. Letting go, you grabbed the box from the ground, and pulled out one of the pocky sticks, placing one end in your mouth, waiting for Al to grab the other. He had to bend down closer to you, given how tall he was. His mouth had grabbed the other end, and you both started to move slowly.

🎙️The atmosphere was so tense. You could feel your heart beating like crazy at this situation. Heat had risen in your face as you continued to stare at Al. You were able to see more of his features since he was so close to you. His eyes were a beautiful crimson red, drawing you in. The tufts of hair on top of his head were moving a bit, which you found adorable. Al noticed your eyes gazing at him, seeing admiration instead of fear. His own heart melted at that, as he chuckled softly, moving inch by inch closer to your mouth. The game then drew to an end with both of your lips touching. The kiss was merely a peck, until Al placed a hand on your cheek, deepening it a bit more. Kissing for a bit longer, you both decided to let go.

🎙️Your face felt like a million degrees, and you began to trace your lips with your fingers. Al still had a smile on his face, but you caught the hint of pink on his cheeks. His eyes were more calmer now, indicating that he was not as upset as before. "My, what an entertaining game that was!" His smile grew wider, as he continued to stare at you. Feeling shy, you looked down: "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Neither of you said a word after that, filling the room with silence. Deciding it was better to just move past what happened, you moved to go back to folding the rest of the clothes on the floor. A hand had grabbed yours, pulling you back. Your body had then moved from the bed to his lap, causing you to give a small yelp.

🎙️His hand had grabbed your chin, causing you to look up at him. His glowing eyes were looking at you with hints of desire. "As I said before, you better be prepared for the consequences of this deal. We will continue to play this until I am satisfied. Understood, darling?" His voice had dropped to a whisper, as the lights in your room began to dim. Gulping, you gave a small nod. Alastor let out a chuckle, before moving closer, whispering "Good girl."

Sir Pentious🐍

🐍Sir Pentious was a very classy man. He was from the Victorian era, so he wasn't up to date with many of the new and modern things, but he was interested to learn, since he wanted to be "cool."

🐍He was in the hotel gardens, watering some plants while his egg bois were helping him, or trying to as they tried to lift the water can or start little slap fights between themselves. He stopped watering, as he heard the sounds of what sounded like paper. Stopping what he was doing, he slithered to the other area of the garden. He spotted you, sitting on the ground, with a book on your lap, while eating something. "Well hello y/n." Looking up from your book, you saw Sir Pent looking at you with a soft smile. "Hi Pent, whatcha doing?" Sir pentious smiled wider, and extended his hand to the flowers: "Ah! I, the great Sir Pentioussss was watering the flowerssss." His way of speaking always made you laugh. Giving a nod, you went back to your book, eating away at the biscuit.

🐍Sir Pentious noticed what you were eating, and slithered down to sit next to you. "What issss that peculiar ssssstick in your mouth?" He raised a hand and pointed at your lips. Oh did he not know what pocky was? Grabbing the box next to you, you held it up in front of him. "These are little fudge biscuits. I loved eating them when I was alive. They have many flavors. These ones are matcha flavored, which is a kind of tea. Do you want to try one?" Grabbing one of the sticks, you handed it to him. Grabbing the stick carefully, he examined it like it was some kind of tool. He gave it a little nibble, causing eyes to widen in amazement, as he began to eat it faster. "These are excellent! May I have other one?" He extended his hand out, giving you a shy smile.

🐍You gave him some more, and the both of you continued to eat in silence, watching the Egg bois fooling around. Thinking back to the time when you were alive, you remembered the game that could be played with the little treats. "Hey Pent, do you want to play a small game?" Sir pentious looked a you, tiling his head, asking what kind of game. Grabbing one of the sticks, you gestured to him, explaining the rules of the pocky game. The more and more you explained the rules, the more flustered his face got. He realized if he played the game, you both would, you would-. His dark face was turning red, even his hat looked nervous. Noticing his expression, you told him he didn't have play if it made him uncomfortable.

🐍Sir Pentious shook his head, "I will play thisssss game! Prepare yourself!" He had grabbed the stick, and placed it between his fang lips. You knew he was nervous, given how red his face was. Smiling, you took the other end, and slowly started to nibble. Sir Pentious was just frozen there like a statue, he didn't eat at the stick, his emotions were going crazy. Sensing his distress, you grabbed his hand, rubbing your finger against it. That calmed him down, thankfully, as he started to eat at the pocky stick. The both of you got closer and closer, and soon both of your lips had touched. It lasted for a few seconds, until you saw Sir Pentious fall backwards.

🐍"Sir Pentious!!" you saw him fall backwards, landing on his back. He had apparently fainted from what just happened. His egg bois noticed and rushed over to him, saying "Boss are you okay?" They tried to shake him awake, but he was still passed out. Giving a laugh, you moved his body, positioning his head on your lap, making sure he was comfortable at least. You would have him rest there until he woke up, as you grabbed your book, and started to read again with a flustered past out snake on your lap.

~END~

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[plastic-rainbows]

AgeRe/Agedre Food Ideas!

Main courses:

- Grilled cheese

- Wildberry muffins

- Chicken nuggets

- Toaster waffles

- Macaroni & cheese

- Breaded Tofu

- Flavored oatmeal

- Veggie burger

- Hot dogs

- Microwave pancakes

- Pizza bagels

- Fish sticks

- PB&J sandwich

- Noodle cup

- Mini tacos

Sides, snacks, and sweets:

- Apple slices

- Pretzel twists

- Cheddar crackers

- Yogurt cups

- Carrot sticks

- French fries

- Scrambled eggs

- Dry cereal

- Granola bars

- Baby corn

- Mashed potatoes

- Gummy bears

- Pudding cups

- Tater tots

- String cheese

- Green beans

- Frosted cookies

- Mixed berries

- Graham crackers

- Raw broccoli

- Cheese puffs

- Fruit pouches

Drinks:

- Chocolate milk

- Orange juice

- Flavored water

- Homemade lemonade

- Kool aid

- Veggie smoothie

- Apple juice

- Sports drink

- Fruit punch

- Strawberry milk

- Protein shake

- Grape juice

Feel free to customize anything due to allergies, dietary restrictions, or preference. Bonus points if you cut your food up into cute shapes and use little dish sets for toddlers/kids!

[biggie-chcese]

Gift Giving in Rain Code

playing 100line had me remembering how it always made me sad that rain code never lets the player give gifts to the other detectives. they're a cute and fun way to flesh out the cast and deepen character bonds.

it'd be fun to have some sort of magical gachapon machine in the city that dispenses gifts if you gather collectable "Shinigami-coins" similar to how you find shinigami statues laying around, so there are more reasons to explore kanai ward. or maybe detective points could even be spent on it so there are more reasons to do side-quests.

if you give the best gifts, you can unlock a conversation or event with the other detectives like a sort of upgraded gumshoe gab. it'd be even better if you can unlock interactions where the cast could hang out as a group...

so here's my comprehensive list of what i think the cast's favorite gifts would be if you got to do danganronpa-style gachapon gifts:

(some spoilers under the cut. i have some overlap in gifts because i'm considering what it'd be like if it was actually in the game)

Shinigami: Bloodstained Knife, Girl's Panties, Rice Ball Treat, Risque Bikini, Yuma Plushie

Yakou: Kamasaki Meat Bun (obviously), Cheap Booze, Handmade Detective's Badge, Cigarette Pack, Arcade Tickets

Halara: Kitten Plushie, 5,000 Shien Bill, Steel Heels, Lucky Cat Keychain, Lollipop Bouquet

Desuhiko: Makeup Kit, Fresh Threads, Guitar Amp, Girl's Panties, Fizzy Soda Pop

Fubuki: Legendary Sword, Chocolate Energy Bar, Retro Gaming Console, Ornate Dagger, Adventurer's Whip

Vivia: Big Fluffy Pillow, Obscure Book Collection, Sleep Mask, Mysterious Syringe, Sharp Razors

Kurumi: High Quality Camera, Play Detective's Kit, Running Shoes, Night Vision Goggles, Gossip Magazine

Makoto: Champagne, Snazzy Suit, Rubber Ducky, Creepy Mask, Charcuterie Board, (Secret favorite gift: Sherlock Holmes Story Collection)

(even though the train detectives never make it to kanai ward, i did theirs for fun)

Zilch: Wolf Pelt, Leather Boots, Sunflower Seeds, Survivalist's Lighter, Glasses Cleaner

Aphex: Switchblade, Playing Cards, Spiked Baseball Bat, Men's Fitness Magazine, Tissue Box

Pucci: Noise Canceling Headphones, Cute Pouch, Bear Plushie, Fidget Toy, Pudding Treat

Melami: Flashy Jacket, Makeup Kit, Platform Boots, Occult Magazine, Stick-on Rhinestones

Zange: Model Revolver, Whiskey, Flip Phone, Hair Gel, Fountain Pen, Hand Mirror

and i also did the peacekeepers for fun, even though I genuinely believe yuma would never give them gifts lol:

Yomi: Torture Instrument Set, Golden Cane Tip, Royal Crown, Model Gun, Fuzzy Handcuffs

Martina: Ball Gag, Parasol, Elegant Motorcycling Gear, Forged Evidence, Picture of Yomi

Swank: Gold Bars, 5,000 Shien Bill, Sirloin Steak, Fancy Cigar, Leather Wallet

Seth: Megaphone, Wilted Bouquet, Wooden Flute, Dried Flower Bookmark, Ear Plugs

Guillaume: Crystal Ball, Tarot Reading Set, Occult Magazine, Streaming Headset, Voodoo Doll

Dominic: Machine Oil, Training Weights, Sleep Mask, Metal Polish, Punching Bag

also, for fun, i think if you could give gifts to yuma as another character, this would be his gift list:

Yuma: Instant Coffee Packets (after chapter 0, he gets upset if you give him a cup of already prepared coffee), Sherlock Holmes Story Collection, Handmade Detective's Badge, Rubiks Cube, Strange Keychain (the keychain is a tiny shinigami figurine, like the canon overworld collectables)

the description for the keychain would say "A small metal keychain featuring a strange ghost. It's said to store fond memories of friendship."

and that's that! if anyone has any other ideas for a gift giving system in rain code i'd love to hear them!

[fawndollie]

𝓓𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂-𝒛

this is JUST for my favicon posts. if needed, i'll make a masterlist for blinkies, stamps etc

( PART 2 )

tip: use "command F" and type in the keyword you're looking for, so it's easier to navigate !!

𝓕ood + 𝓓rink ୨ৎ

fresh produce

fruit

apples // part 2

bananas

citrus fruits

strawberries

vegetables

nothing yet .ᐟ

sweets

choco and strawb // part 2

desserts

flan / pudding

ice cream

pastries

pink sweets

savoury

fast food

sushi

drinks

hot chocolate

milk

tea / coffee

𝓕lora ୨ৎ

assorted plants and flowers

beetles and plants

flowers

roses

yellow and orange flowers

𝓕auna ୨ৎ

sea creatures

jellyfish

sea creatures

sharks

squid, octopus and orcas

turtles

insects and arachnids

bees (and bears)

beetles and plants

bugs and plants // part 2

cockroaches

ladybugs

mammals + marsupials

bats (+ vampires)

bees and bears

bunnies // part 2

bunnies and deer

cats

deer

dogs // part two // part three // part four

foxes

hedgehogs

monkeys

orange bears

pandas

pink bears

poodles

ponies

sheep

tigers

rodents

nothing yet .ᐟ

avian

birds

ducks

flamingo

penguins

fantasy

dragons

𝓞bjects ୨ৎ

instruments

guitars

pianos and music notes

beauty

perfume

unsorted

jewels // part 2

stationary // part two

umbrellas / parasols

weapons

𝓢easons ୨ৎ

summer

pink summer

summer one , two , three , four

winter

snow

winter

spring

spring

autumn

nothing yet .ᐟ

𝓗olidays ୨ৎ

halloween

bats + vampires

blood n guts

ghosts + demons

skulls

zombies

valentines

valentines day

christmas

christmas cats

easter

nothing yet .ᐟ

𝓤nsorted ୨ৎ

nature / natural occurrences

clouds / lightning

oceans

space // part 2 // part 3

stars

vehicles + mobility

trains

wheelchairs

random

boops

[grandlinedreams]

Can u do jealous law 🥹?

hiya papaya!! absolutely ㅡ I hope that this is to your liking!!

Law's beginning to regret letting you convince him to leave the Polar Tang. You'd been insistent that it was good for him to relax every now and then, to enjoy the smaller, simpler things in life ㅡ and then you'd thrown in those damn puppy eyes.

Sometimes he wonders about having you handle negotiations when needed for how sweetly you're able to manipulate him ㅡ but then again, it may be that it's him in particular who's susceptible to you. (It is, and everyone but you knows it.)

Case in point, he's not sure there's anyone else that he'd willingly go into a café like this with, the store front window displaying an array of various baked goods and smelling of sugar and coffee. But he'd been unable to say no to you, determined not to sour that smile of yours.

(Trafalgar Law is as whipped for you as a man like him can be, no doubt about it.)

"This place is so cute," you remark, studying the menu before you. Cut of thick paper, there are heart-shaped holes punched out at the corners ㅡ befitting of the almost story-book quality of the café. "What are you going to get, Law?"

"Not sure yet," he answers, "have you decided?" You shake your head, and Law finds himself watching you rather than examining the menu again, the slight knit of your brow as you weigh your options. For a fleeting moment, he lets himself imagine that someday, the two of you can do things like this freely and without worry.

He wants that kind of future more than anything ㅡ one of peace and absolute safety. It's the kind of future that you deserve, and he'll do what he has to in order to ensure it, whether he's involved in the end or not.

"Excuse me." The both of you look up and over at the arrival of a waitress, blinking in surprise as she sets down a cup in front of you. Steam rising off of it, there's the scent of chocolate ㅡ hot cocoa, complete with the soft swell of a marshmallow bear atop it.

"I didn't order this," you say, confused as the waitress smiles.

"It's compliments of the gentleman over there," she says, and you look where she points, finding a well-dressed man a couple tables over, watching expectantly and smiling when he notices you looking.

Perhaps it's because you've spent so long being appropriately wary of anything and everything, but there's hesitation in the way you study the drink.

"It is cute," you admit as you prod at the tip of the bear's muzzle with a fingertip, "but..."

"Don't drink it." Law's voice is low and sharp, and he stares at the man, trying to figure out if he recognizes him or not. Acts of kindness are not uncommon, he knows that ㅡ but it bothers him in more ways than one. He knows that he isn't overtly obvious in his feelings towards you, that your relationship remains mostly unknown to anyone besides your crewmates ㅡ but he would've thought the implication of being in a relationship to be clear, even here.

Either oblivious to the daggers Law is mentally aiming his way or simply unbothered, the stranger seems hardly deterred by the way you haven't touched the hot chocolate, because the waitress returns, this time with a pudding carefully shaped like a rabbit.

"This is getting a little uncomfortable," you remark, tapping at the creature with the spoon and watching it jiggle. "Do we know him or...?"

"No," Law answers, "we don't." There's an edge to his tone now, thinly veiled irritation blazing in his eyes. He usually prides himself on having a decent handle on his temper, but he's never wanted to use shambles on someone so badly before.

"Maybe we should go," you say, watching the irritated drum of his fingers on the table and knowing that he's reaching his breaking point. Law doesn't say a word as he gets up to follow you, the marshmallow bear half-way to a melted mess and the pudding untouched. Once the two of you are a fair distance away, you sigh. "That marshmallow bear was cute. Kind of looked like Bepo."

Law grunts in answer, and you glance over to find him staring ahead, jaw taut. Stepping closer, you reach for his hand and slot your fingers between his. "You're cute when you're jealous, you know."

Law stiffens. "I was not jealous. It was just suspicious." You can hear it though, the unspoken sulk to his tone that makes you squeeze his hand and come to a halt, reaching to snag your free hand into his coat when he turns towards you, tugging him down.

The press of your lips to his startles him, belated as he kisses back before you pull away just enough that your lips barely graze his as you speak. "You don't have anything to worry about, you dummy. I'm yours, from now until the end."

It never fails to make his heart constrict, the ease with which you say such things, the conviction in your tone ㅡ that yes, someone like him deserves someone like you.

He doesn't know how to put into words that he feels the same way, that there's nowhere you can go that he wouldn't try to follow, hopelessly as devoted as he is to you.

There are no words he can find to say how much he loves you, but your smile and way you look at him says that you know.

(And if he decides to kiss you, over and over until his jaw aches, well. That's between you and him.)

[montimer]

Hello, could you write for btas Joker and g/n reader with romantic/fluff head cannons! Please and thank you!

Joker x reader

Gn!reader,romantic/fluff hc,btasver,a bit yandere

Sitting on the couch, watching cartoons with him. One of his hand is around you. Its one of his favourite things to do for quality time.

Or reading comic books. He likes these 'old' fashioned stuff. And if you have a favourite cartoon/character/comic he would love to talk about them. He could listen to you for hours.

He loves when its just the both of you. No henchmen bothering ya'll (he would yell at them if they would anyway).

He also loves when your attention is on him only. He tend to get jealous easily, even if its just you talking to someone. So if you value this persons life, reassure him that you have eyes only for him.

Kiss him, pet his head, cuddle him, compliment and praise him. It gets him so soft and he'll be like pudding in ur hands.

His way of affection is countless. He can bring you a box of chocolate with flowers, teddy bear or ur favourite animal plush. Or he could make a bloody mess of his enemies and show it to you, trying to impress you.

He kisses you, pinches ur cheeks, gives you big hugs. Snuggles close to you and caresses ur hair.

He tries to write poems for you but kinda fails (its more just words put together, flirt, or a riddle sounding thingy)

He draws hearts for you.

He definitely has pictures of you and is proud of the fact you're his.

The first time he fell for you, in his mind you were already his and anyone who even looks at you weird must pay.

He plans dates for you. He dresses up in that big jacket and hat in his so ppl won't really notice him. In this way the two of you can have a nice night. Or if he just goes to a bar or casino he won't even have to hide in costumes.

He can drive cars so thats a plan too.

He shows his love in any way he can. In words, in actions, in whatever else.

He sees if you like something and he'll get it for you. Anything to make his darling happy.

Talking of darling he calls you nicknames like: sweetie,toots,lovely,my love, dear,honey. All those pretty nicknames.

He will make up new plans and would like to hear ur opinion on them. He will also tell you lots of jokes, might even threw a pie at ur face or a harmless water spraying flower.

Theres nothing he likes to hear more than ur laugh and giggles.

Hes like a hopeless romantic. A simp even.

[lucygxybaird]

12 days of Christmas - Day Two

When you were a little girl, you loved Christmas. Everyone seemed happier, rosy-cheeked from the brisk winter air, bundled up in coats and furs so that your childish imagination turned them into cheerful, frolicking bears, dashing busily to and fro. You adored how the world around you seemed to shine, from the tree glittering with candles and baubles, to the fresh blanket of snow breaking up the rays of a weak winter sun into countless points of light.

And you loved the excitement of waking up on Christmas morning, discovering packages set under the tree that hadn’t been there when you went to sleep. You remember your parents nestled together in the same chair, watching you dive into your gifts, smiling indulgently each time you squealed or clapped in delight. 

Now, you find the magic of the season has shifted outward, toward others. Your delight in gifts manifests itself in giving them to others, though you have to admit you aren’t as good at wrapping as your mother was (no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get the thick, colorful paper to fold right on the ends). You adore finding the perfect gift for someone on your list, feeling that little bubble of excitement in the pit of your stomach as you imaging their face when they open it. You even love finding little hiding places for them until you can put them out on Christmas morning, feeling like you’re caught between a squirrel hiding nuts and one of Santa’s elves. 

More than anything, you love the sparkle and the lights just as much as ever, perhaps even more so — their beauty means more to you now because you find a simplicity in it, a purity, that’s so at odds with how the world truly is. 

Perhaps that’s really what you adore so much about the season now, as a woman grown. It’s almost as if everything is floating, a snowflake swirling gently in an eddy of the breeze, sparkling and delicate. Perfect. Just for a month or two, things seem peaceful. You feel comforted, safe, as if the innocence and joy of your childhood never really disappeared, but just pulled ahead of you, flickering around the corner like the swish of a hem. 

Oh — and the music! As a child, you would make hot chocolate for the carolers who showed up at your door, insisting they stay long enough to have a cup. You didn’t know until you were much older that they came to your house last every year, to make sure they would have enough time to stay. The songs still fill you with a feeling of giddiness, like something is wonderful is waiting for you the moment the last word fades away. 

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year…

You hum softly to yourself as Susan McSween sits at the piano, the silvery notes dancing cheerfully through the air. As you watch a group approach the piano, you have to bury your face in the mug of hot chocolate in your hand in order to suppress your smile. Among them are John Tunstall and Alexander McSween, both of whom are exemplary men who could not carry a tune in a wheelbarrow — or a wagon, for that matter. On Alexander’s other side, his arm thrown companionably around his shoulders, is Billy. 

The two of you grin at each other. 

“Good tidings we bring, to you and your kin — good tidings for Christmas, and a happy New Year!”

As it comes back to the chorus, John gestures to include the whole room, prompting everyone to sing along. 

“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!”

Billy can barely keep it together through the verse about figgy pudding, and you set your mug down, rather than risk choking to death on a sip of cocoa. He keeps catching your eye, which makes even more difficult to keep from laughing. Someone — probably Billy himself — tucked a sprig of holly into his hair, and there’s traces of a eggnog mustache still lingering on his upper lip. His cheeks are flush and his eyes are sparkling with barely suppressed mirth and easily open happiness.

He is, in your ironclad estimation, the most gorgeous man on earth, and you are so in love with him that sometimes it feels like your heart is simply going to turn itself inside out from the sheer intensity of it. 

The song ends with a flourish from Susan on the piano, and a shout of, “And a Happy New Year!” from the group of singers around the piano. You’ve never seen Alexander in any other state besides perfectly prim and proper, but you’re fairly certain he’s currently tipsy, if not drunk. He plops down on the piano bench beside Susan and gives her a resounding smacking kiss on the cheek. 

Billy rounds the piano and makes his way to you. You watch him walk across the room, the Christmas lights and candle glow sliding softly over his suntanned skin, catching in his curls, reflecting in his eyes. You hold out your arms as he gets closer, and he chuckles, crossing the remaining space in a bound and snatching you up in an embrace that lifts your feet off the floor. You laugh, winding your arms around his neck, feeling entirely safe with your chest against his and his arms snug around your waist. 

“Ready to go home, darlin’?” he says, brushing his lips against your ear. “I don’t think it’s gonna be too much longer before McSween is snorin’ to beat the band, anyway.” 

You peek over his shoulder to see Alexander leaning against Susan, his head nestling against hers. You bite your lip to keep from giggling. “Maybe we should go,” you agree, and glance at the window. White clouds streaked with charcoal gray are starting to lower over the horizon, obscuring the stars. As you watch, a few flakes start to drift lazily downward. “We should get home before that gets any heavier, anyway.” 

Billy sets you down, though he puts an arm around your shoulders.  He steers you toward John Tunstall, who is refilling a his glass of eggnog. “Mr. Tunstall, I think we’re gonna head home,” he says. “It’s startin’ to snow out there, and we don’t wanna get caught in it.” 

Tunstall smiles. “Of course, Billy, thank you both for coming,” he says. “Here — ”

He goes to a cabinet and opens it up to pull out a thick flannel blanket, which he presses into Billy’s arms. Now that you look at him, Tunstall might be a little tipsy himself, the apples of his cheeks a ruddy color and his eyes sparkling more than usual. “Please, take this,” he says. “It’ll keep you warm on your ride home.” 

“Well—” Billy starts, but Tunstall waves him off.

“No, no, please, I insist. You can just bring it back the next time you visit.”

You take Billy’s hand and give a little tug, trying to signal that you should make your getaway before Tunstall pushes any other gifts into his arms. The corners of Billy’s lips twitch despite his best efforts, and he gives your hand a brief squeeze in return.

“Thank you, Mr. Tunstall,” he says. “I appreciate it.” 

Billy propels you toward the door as you bravely fight the urge to giggle, which isn’t aided in any way by Alexander McSween launching into a spirited rendition of  “Come Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen”.  

After handing you up into the seat of your wagon, Billy climbs up after you, taking up the reins and giving them a little flick. The horses start forward with a lurch, and you tuck the flannel around the both of you, making Billy chuckle softly.

Strains of music drift after you in the night, and Billy takes up the familiar refrain. “God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay…”

His rich, sweet voice is low and soft, for you only. You smile as you snuggle up against his shoulder.

The road in front of you is starting to take on a fine dusting of sparkling white. On either side, the fields are buried in an ivory blanket, glittering in the starlight. Bare-limbed trees stand stark as sentinels, their skeletal fingers outlined against the clouds like lines of ink, a map to the heavens. You watch as the branches collect snow, like a woman pulling on delicate lace gloves, finger by finger. Between the flannel wrapped around you and Billy’s warmth pressed against your side, the cold air is sweet and bracing, making you feel invigorated.

“Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy…”

You smile as Billy continues to sing for you. Turning your head, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, and watch as a smile unfurls over his lips.

The ride is idyllic, like driving through a Courier and Ives print, but you’re glad to see the little cabin you share with Billy appear in the distance. It looks like a gingerbread house, the snow like a thick layer of icing on the roof, stacking up on the windowsills, the weathered boards of the house looking like a freshly baked cookie. Billy drives the wagon into your little lean-to and offers you a hand to help you down.

As soon as your feet are on the ground, Billy has you up against his chest, his hands framing your face as he kisses you so fiercely that it dispels the wintry evening chill entirely. You melt into his embrace, your arms winding around his neck.

“Have I mentioned lately that I love you?” he says, and you smile.

“I think it’s come up once or twice,” you quip.

Truth be told, hardly a day goes by where Billy doesn’t tell you he loves you more than once. And even on the rare instances where he doesn’t say so out-loud, he finds other ways to let you know — you’ll come home to find your winter coat mended, because you mentioned that morning you could feel the weather turning; he’ll make you hot chocolate, with a blanket and a fresh candle set up by your chair near the fire, so you can sip while you read. Or you’ll just catch him watching you from across the room, the softest expression on his face.

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning up to kiss him again. “Now let’s get inside before Jack Frost starts nipping at our noses.”

Billy smiles and leads you inside, taking Tunstall’s blanket from around your shoulders and helping you out of your coat. “Here, I have an idea,” he says, and spreads the blanket before the hearth.

As you watch, he lights a fire, and bids you to sit with a little gesture of his hand. He brings a bottle of wine and a tray from the kitchen, laden with bread, cheese, and fruit. “I know we ate at Mr. Tunstall’s,” he said. “But I figure a little snack before bed wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

You smile up at him. “Wine and food?” you tease. “If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Bonney, I’d say you were trying to woo me.”

He settles down beside you, pretending offense as he puts a hand over his heart. “Darlin’, are you saying I haven’t already?” he says, but then he smiles. “Maybe I am. You deserve it. I don’t want you to ever think I’m takin’ you for granted.”

Reaching out to smooth your fingers through his hair, which still holds that sprig of holly in its curls, you say, “I know you don’t. No one has ever made me feel as loved as you do.”

He turns his head, kissing your palm. “Well, good,” he murmurs, his eyes soft.

The two of you share some wine, and feed each other fruit and cheese from the platter. When you’re both sated, you expect Billy to offer to bring out his fiddle, or maybe even retire to bed. To your surprise, though, you realize he looks…well, nervous. Before you can ask what the matter is, he clears his throat.

“I know it’s a few days early,” he says, “but I was wonderin’ if I could give you one of your Christmas presents early.”

“If you w—!”

You haven’t even fully finished your sentence before he’s on his feet. “Close your eyes?” he says, looking so anxious and earnest that you obey without question.

His footsteps, a rustling noise, footsteps again, and then: “Okay, open.”

Your breath catches in your chest as you take in Billy, down on one knee in front of you, a little velvet box nestled in the palm of his hand. Your fingers flutter to your mouth, and you feel your throat tighten. As much as you’ve wanted this, you can’t quite believe it’s finally happening.

“Honey, I’ve thought about what I’d wanna say to you right now just about a thousand times,” he says, his trembling voice suggesting his own throat is rather full. “But I realized I love you too much to even begin to express it. What you’ve done for me, what you continue to do for me every day, just by lovin’ me — it’s more than I deserve, and more than I ever expected to have. You believe that I’m a good man, and you’re the reason I am one.”

He clears his throat, opening the box with unsteady fingers. You gasp at the ring inside, a diamond sparkling to match the snow outside. “Will you marry me?” Billy says.

You manage to croak out a, “Yes, yes, of course I will!” and then the ring is on your finger and you’re in Billy’s arms. He showers your face with kisses until you’ve dissolved into a mixture of giggles and tears. 

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he says against your hair, and it doesn’t even matter that you really do have a few days to go. No Christmas miracle could compare to this.

“Merry Christmas, Billy.” 

[katzkinder]

Servamp headcanons, ice cream edition! Because my grandma got an ice cream maker and we’re all super eager to try it out but then she broke her back (she’s fine, don’t worry)

Mahiru: plain old vanilla. Misono introduced him to vanilla BEAN ice cream though and he’s feeling a little guilty about wanting to splurge a bit for the more expensive, creamier stuff… Kuro is an enabler and his encouragement is the only reason he’s still managing to resist. Just do it Mahi!

Kuro: Cookies and Cream is his favorite, but he’s also partial to cookie dough, or crumbled chocolate mint cookies as topping. He likes both the taste and the texture

Misono: chocolate lol. He’s predictable. His absolute favorite though are those ultra decadent brownie batter type of chocolate ice creams. Yknow the ones. Chocolate pieces, brownie bits, hot fudge swirl… He gets sick off the stuff easily though, so even though he loves it, self control is everything

Lily: vanilla bean with strawberry topping and cheese cake bites! He loves fresh strawberries in his desserts, and often he and Misono will trade bites if they’re getting flavor fatigue. Also very rich but the strawberry helps cuts through the sweetness

Tetsu: a Basic Boi who loves GariGariKun the most. Prefers popsicles over dairy treats. Yeah technically this isn’t ice cream but like. It’s the taste of summer and after bath refreshments. I’m not taking that from him

Hugh: vanilla with hot fudge sauce (and/or blood). He still prefers his chocolate parfaits, or better yet for this scenario, a milkshake

Licht: yknow those ultra sweet cotton candy flavors? If it’s ice cream by itself, he loves that. But if it’s a float, it’s gotta be vanilla in melon soda. If you take him to marble slab or similar place that lets you mix in a bunch of toppings, he will make a beeline for the gummy bears. Gets disappointed every time that they turn hard and unpleasant to eat, even though he already knows the outcome

Lawless: he has two favorites. Coffee bean (distinct from just plain coffee flavor) and moose tracks. I’m not sure what that’s called in other places? Basically it’s vanilla with peanut butter cups and fudge. Only goes for this when he’s depressed, if I’m honest. Otherwise it’s too sweet.

Mikuni: haagen daz amaretto almond crunch and their hojicha latte flavor. Forever sad that the former was limited edition and doesn’t make seasonal returns. It was absolutely perfect for his and jeje’s terrible Netflix movie nights (with the occasional appearance by johannes so they could make fun of the bad science together)

Jeje: since Mikuni only buys haagen daz (spoiled pretentious shit) he’s grateful they a rich pumpkin flavor that becomes available during autumn. He also really likes horchata milkshakes for the comforting taste of cinnamon.

Iduna: Tried butter pecan once and was hooked. The crunchiness of the pecans is her favorite part. It’s her go to for when Haagen Daz Creamy Vanilla Pudding flavor isn’t in season. Back home, though, it’s got to be the rather… Unique. Salty licorice flavor. She gave some to shuuhei one time just to watch him gag. She knows what she’s doing to that poor boy.

Freya: the simple freshness of strawberry ice cream is her guilty pleasure. She been thinking of making her own with an old hand churner. It would be fun, right? And it’s not like it would be difficult to get the ingredients she needs.

Nicco: Pistachio gelato, though he also enjoys the tartness and slight bitter aftertaste of limoncello flavor. He likes taking Ildio with him whenever there’s a new flavor he wants to try but isn’t sure he’ll like. Even if he doesn’t care for it, his servamp probably will. Does that make him mean?

Ildio: No preference as of yet. He’s still figuring this whole… Tasting your food thing out

Tsubaki: as expected, he loves matcha and red bean flavors. REALLY excited some of the Hagen daz hanamochi series is becoming a permanent flavor

Sakuya: rocky road. Sweet, crunchy, and a little bitter on the back end from the chocolate. Refuses to admit it but he also enjoys the hanamochi series. He’s stubborn. Whenever he wins a free popsicle he gives the stick to Mahiru, so inevitably when they hang out, that’s what he buys if they stop at the konbini, just for the chance to maybe earn some good boy points with his best friend and crush. And he thinks he’s subtle—

Reblog with your own headcanons! I love seeing what people add to my posts :3

[passerine-former-sword-robin]

The ultimate nickname collection. { Under construction }

Our kids,

Mahina : Sourfruit (she is sour but also the fruit of our lives) , Pretty fruit (To match Elwin).

Mary : My Angel (To make her understand that she is Nice and a blessing to us) , Morute (Look it up)

Harley : Baby™ (Christel calls everyone a sweetheart and Baby but he is our baby) , Honey-bee (he likes insects)

Malyk : tifli (Literally means "my baby" in Arabic) , Butterfly (his name before and he also likes insects)

Anastacius : My champion (He is our Champion) and the usual My smart baby boy.

Aristella : My princess (She is a princess alright) and again the usual warrior princess / Princess knight.

Aleksander : My Munchkin (I have no idea, it just stuck and Christel does the playfully eating his cheek thing every single time) and the usual My brave son / baby.

Astrid : My Pudding (Christel's favourite dish to make 🍮) and again the usual TinkerBell (fav Disney character)

Hiba : My Astroid (Ironic yes) and again the usual sweetie pea & Bubbles (I can sing the powerpuff girls theme in my sleep at this point)

Our mentees :

Jealina : Parrot (They are smart creatures thus the name)

Rose : DarkNight (To match with Iris, Yin and Yang)

Anastasia : Starfish (Her name means resurrection and Starfish is a symbol of that)

Marco : Mars (The Roman God, God of agricultural and War's children were called Marco)

Iris : WhiteSun (to match Rose, Yin and Yang)

Des : Chocolate (Because she likes chocolate)

Circe : Sweetfruit (like the actual sweet fruit)

Xyria : Applepie (I am starting to think that the team should be called Fruit gang. Also Arix is called Applecake)

Celeste : bliss ("like a blissful evening, something pleasant")

Lanira : Swordfish (thought it sounds cool and makes sense to her)

Elwin : Pretty boy. (Self explanatory)

@the-children-of-gotham

Our nieces and nephews,

Nyx : Starlight (she is a star and is a light) and Dove ( like the bird 🕊️, not the soap brand Timothy)

Aster : Sunshine (shines brightly like one) and sparkly-rascal (I have no idea, she used to call that since his birth)

Ra : Sun Rise (Because of his name) and Falcon ( The God Ra was often depicted with a hawk's head or as a falcon.)

Mani : Shooting star (she reminds her of one) and Winnie-Rascal (all the hair pulling)

Jupiter : Baby planet (because of his name) and my sleeper agent (as a joke)

Christeline jr aka Chrissie : Songbird. (I don't really know why) and mini me (also as a joke)

Ida : Sweetheart™ (Christel calls everyone a sweetheart and Baby but she is her sweetheart) and her title is "The Favoured daughter of underworld's Demi-goddess", so Christel often calls her "my favour'd" whenever she is in the underworld.

Markus : Pumpkin (Kinda like how she calls Daxter Panda)

Athena : Champ (Short for Champion because she knows the actual Athena)

Alexandria : Slugger ("every time I visit, she sleeps!")

@the-astromeners-bakery

Her siblings :

Harold : Ghost boy (self explanatory) Walmart Danny Phantom (again self explanatory)

Selene : Bear-baby. (Panda 2.0 situation)

Oberion : Chubby-Monkey (Panda 2.5)

Sean : Nugget (really trying to unlock her inner big sister with this one)

Aurora : Noodles (🍜🍜🍜)

Dimitri : The Chosen One / Baby (I have no idea.)

Yin : Swiggy (????)

Yang : Rascal and Jerk Boy. (He knows why)

Daxter : Panda and Panda boy. (The og)

Kam : Kam-Jam, Broski™, Dork-man.

Hecate : Sweetheart (the original), Gurl (pronounced like that) and my bitch (back when they were roommates)

@gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning

My siblings :

Grayson : Big D (they think they are funny) and Dad (She is NOT his actual daughter. It's because he acts like her father sometimes. He was also dating Claudia)

Todd : Papa (okay ADOPTED daughter and NO THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME HER UNCLE FOR FUCKS SAKE-)

Drake : Timmy (it's alright) , my chemical bromance (it's edgy and she knows it)

Cassandra : Lover girl (she is married to Hecate)

Steph : My imbalanced Bromance (....)

Duke : The Guy (he calls her the woman. I don't know the joke)

Kelley : Googles. (...)

Helena : Lena (small but sufficient)

Special mentions :

Delenn : Mama (adopted mother)

Carol : Mami or mom (again adopted mother through marriage and even before)

Ben : Candy cane. ("What do panda eat?")

Barnaby : Crow, little crow (look at him @scarecrowspawn )

Nathen : owl, owlet and she technically gave him his name. (He is either dead or alive. We don't know)

Artem : The Mother™ (yes she says trademark out loud)

[shivunin]

The Ballad of Chocolate Pudding

For @ockissweek Day 1, I have borrowed the lovely @greypetrel's Aisling. Thank you for lending me your gal! This year, I decided to dig into the archives (that fantastic comic you made of Aisling coming back to Skyhold with Chocolate Pudding) and elaborate on how Aisling came to adopt a baby bear. c:

(Tabris & Lavellan | 1,268 Words | No Warnings)

“I think she’s perfect,” the Inquisitor gushed, hands clasped under her chin. 

She and Tabris leaned over a fence at Vigil’s Keep in relative quiet. It was a nice change of pace for Arianwen, who was used to visiting emissaries talking about stupid trivialities instead of anything that actually mattered. A fellow animal lover had been a welcome change of pace and that opinion had only been bolstered each time Lavellan had come to visit. 

In the field before them, a large black bear loped back toward the woods, coat gleaming in the sunlight. Honey was well-fed and pampered—or as pampered as a half-wild bear could be, anyway. Wen was as proud of her as she would’ve been her own child, had she ever chosen to have one. 

“She has cubs,” Wen offered after a moment’s consideration. “I can show you, if you want to see.”

“Really?” Aisling asked, eyes shining in the sunlight. “But won’t she be very angry?” 

“Eh,” Arianwen shrugged. “She won’t mind, long as I’m there.”

In truth, an idea was beginning to form in her mind, but she suspected it would go over better if she’d tempted the Inquisitor with a peek at what she intended before she made the request. 

In short order, the two of them were following after Honey, long grass tangling around their ankles. The Inquisitor talked a great deal, which was usually something that would bother Wen. They were both fortunate that the topic of conversation was horses, something she’d intended to learn more about in any case, and so the Warden was content. 

“—can find out so much from their droppings, really,” the Inquisitor said earnestly, gesturing. “People underestimate it, but it’s true.”

“I believe it,” Wen agreed, gesturing for Aisling to follow her when they reached the woods. “You said something about foals?”

“Able to walk almost right away, and so well!” Aisling said, ducking under a branch Wen held back for her. “I helped with one birth a few weeks ago and you wouldn’t believe…”

Wen listened to her all the way to Honey’s den, reflecting that it was rather pleasant, actually, to listen to someone talk about things she cared about without having to answer. They could have passed hours like that, Wen leading Aisling deeper into the cool, birdsong-filled forest, but they arrived at their destination far too soon for that. 

The glade before them ended in a small cave, its low roof extending into a dark hollow too deep to see the end of. Honey lay before it now, two cubs clambering over her sleeping form. After a moment, her great eye opened, assessed the two of them, and closed again. Wen greeted her quietly, full of affection for the silly creature, and listened as her visitor exclaimed over the babies. 

“But what about this one?” Aisling asked after a moment, moving closer to a third, smaller cub who’d been tucked off to the side. He had not been rolling about with his brother or sister. Instead, the little brown cub made a sad mewling noise and wobbled toward them one tiny paw at a time.

“Rejected,” Wen said quietly. 

She’d had hopes that Honey would reconsider, that things might have changed the next time she’d made it up here, but…well. Trained to fight or not, the bear was still a wild animal. Wen could no more control her than she could control the birds in the trees. 

“She won’t take care of him?” Aisling asked, holding a hand out to the little creature. He bumbled forward, rolling onto his side twice before he made it to her palm. Carefully, she smoothed her hand over the thick fur. The cub nuzzled into her hand, closing his little eyes.

“No,” Wen said, and ran light fingertips over the little bear’s back. “He’s the runt.”

“But what will happen to him?” Aisling asked, gingerly lifting the cub when he pawed at her crossed legs. “You won’t let him…?”

“I’d bring him back with me,” Wen confirmed, and pulled a small waterskin from her pocket. “Here—goat’s milk. I love him, but I don’t have much time these days. The stablemaster would have to do it.”

“The stablemaster? But he’s a dreadful grouch!” Aisling protested, offering the waterskin to the cub, who accepted it with enthusiasm. “He won’t take good care of him. He probably won’t even give him a name!”

“What would you call him?” Wen asked, crouching beside them. 

“Well!” Aisling said, forehead wrinkling her vallaslin into scribbles. “I—his mother is Honey, and he is so sweet—Chocolate Pudding!” 

Wen could not fault that; she had, after all, named her hound Ser Grr. 

“Bears’re difficult,” she told Aisling. “Grumpy. Need their sleep. Never really tame.”

“Of course not, they’re bears,” Aisling said, still feeding the little fellow. 

“He’ll live to twenty-five or so. He’ll get big. Really big. He might not fit in your room.”

“Well, he will just have to live in the courtyard, then,” Aisling said, smiling when the bear finished his meal and batted at her hand. 

“Want to take him home?” Wen asked. 

“Well,” Aisling said, watching as the cub clambered down from her lap and toddled away. “But. You’d let me? You said you love him. You…trust me to take him with me?”

“Course,” Wen said. “You like animals. I’ve seen you with Little Brother. You’ll take care of him.” 

“But I—but—” Aisling began, her wide eyes welling up with tears. Alarmed, Wen tried to remember what Zevran had told her to say when she’d made someone cry, but the words escaped her. 

Abruptly, the Inquisitor threw her arms around Wen’s neck. Wen stiffened, uncertain, but patted the other woman’s shoulder after a moment. When she didn’t let go, Wen kissed the top of her head, blonde hair summer-warm and soft, and extricated herself from the embrace. 

“We should bring him back if you’re taking him,” she said. “We don’t want to walk back in the dark.”

“Yes, of—of course—” Aisling said, sniffing once and blinking rapidly. “Thank you, Ward—Arianwen. I won’t forget this, really.” 

“Alright,” Wen said, and bent to scoop up the cub. “You want to hold him?” 

“Of course,” Aisling said, scrubbing the heel of her hand over her cheek. “Come here, Pudding. I’ll be taking care of you, now.” 

Wen started back ahead of the Inquisitor, listening for the footsteps that followed after a moment. 

“Pudding,” Aisling said, so quietly she must think that Wen could not hear. “I’m sorry that she didn’t take good care of you. I know how much it hurts. I’m going to love you twice as much to make up for it. No—three times as much. We’ll be happy, you’ll see.”

Wen rubbed a hand over her chest, still listening, and heard a loud, exaggerated kissing sound. The cub made a soft noise behind her and Aisling laughed. 

When Wen turned to look at them, the Inquisitor had paused in a patch of sunlight, bear half-draped over one shoulder. The bear in question had grasped some of her hair and was chewing on it now, little whiskers brushing against her cheek. Aisling laughed again, shifting him back to her arms while he went on trying to eat her hair. 

Yes. That was what Arianwen had thought. There were very few people that she trusted too take care of her animals, but Aisling was exactly the right person for this. She’d never had any doubt. 

Even when the Inquisitor tied a massive red bow around Pudding’s neck before they rode away from Vigil’s Keep several days later, this opinion did not waver.

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Ooh requests are open imma send u the lil idea I had in my head but not had the time to get to writing it. Schl sucks I agree it's not fun, hoping you survive it somehow tho

May I request a Gojo x reader where the reader likes sweets so they buy sweets, put them in the fridge and promptly forget all about it until they see the wrapper in the bin/want to eat and realise there's only one left so they demand to know why Gojo has been stealing all their sweets? Thanks!!

A fridge full of sweets

Summary: You both love sweets. You bought a whole fridge full of sweet delicacies for you. But you didn't manage to eat it because you always had other plans. You remembered about these sweets when you saw empty packages in the trash. Satoru ate everything...

The shelves that had so much colorful packaging on them looked like they were starting to shine for no reason.

Pink, yellow, red, blue, green packaging and all these. As if a real rainbow appeared in the store. A rainbow that fulfills wishes!

You've been craving sweets so much since the morning. That's why whenever you went to the store to do some basic shopping, your eyes didn't miss the shelf with sweets.

Cookies, jellies, candies, cake in plastic containers, muffins, donuts. Everything seemed to be looking at you and your soul was already strengthening at the mere sight of these delicious good things.

You had Satoru's money with you. And he will never be mad at you if you spend his money on sweets since for him this is the basis of his diet!

He even adds ice cream to Sake when he needs to drink it, but he doesn't like it so much that he adds vanilla ice cream to it to eliminate the bitter taste of the alcohol! At alcoholic parties he drinks melon soda, cola or orangeade!

You have a cupboard in your kitchen especially for sweets!

He bought you bubblegum and pudding flavored lip gloss because he wanted to feel sweet while kissing you!

You both like sweets. You love these sweet flavors that melt in your mouth!

After a few seconds of contemplation, your hands shot out to the colorful packages and you started choosing everything you wanted.

Everything you wanted to take could have been in the fridge. You want refreshing sweets today.

Citrus jellies, mochi, ice cream.

But you couldn't give up marshmallows, Pocky, chocolate bars and those adorable teddy bear cookies. Soft cake, cream and jams... These teddy bears are the ones Satoru likes. But you also like them because they have different flavors.

Later, you were completely ready, going to the bakery to buy muffins with various creams and cake.

You came home with bags containing mainly sweets.

And you looked at the fridge, stuffed to the brim and shiny with delicious-looking things.

Taking one cat-shaped cupcake with sprinkles in the shape of little cats, you closed the fridge to stop yourself from eating it all at once.

If you want to have a beautiful evening, you can eat sweets together.

The strangest thing was that your boyfriend didn't open the fridge right away when he came home.

He came into the house, greeted you, changed into his home clothes and started taking warm food out of his bag.

He came back from town bringing you your favorite food.

He really spoils you. He feeds you with the amount of food he eats. And he could eat all day long. Continuously. And he forces just as much food into you, even though his size outweighs yours. That's why you think he might have a bigger stomach too.

No... He has a black hole in his stomach. Everything he eats disappears as if it never happened and he can continue eating everything.

He clung to you on the couch.

And the next day he took you out to dinner in the city.

Then it happened again that you weren't at home.

The fridge overflowing with sweets hasn't been opened and you haven't eaten any of it yet. Fortunately, there was nothing that deteriorated very quickly.

But one day when he came home late, you were already asleep, waiting for him in bed.

But knowing this Gojo Satoru, he was hungry after working all day as a Jujutsu sorcerer.

That's why his hands reached for the fridge. And his eyes lit up when he saw the amount of sweets.

The smile on his face when he thought that you surprised him and bought all these sweets for him as a gift.

Maybe tomorrow morning he will play with you to thank you for these delicacies?

Your warm arms can wait. For now, he has to eat everything you bought!

All his bites are big. While eating one thing, he only thought about eating the next one. So he ate everything in order. All packages were open. The sour jelly sugar coated his fingers as he licked the cream from his lips after eating the last cupcake.

Long fingers landed on his tongue as he scooped up the sweet and sour delight of the jelly beans.

Will he be able to sleep after all the sugar he has consumed? After coffee bars?

This is Satoru! Someone who has been eating sweets for so long that they have become addicted to it! Someone for whom sugar is not difficult! He can gorge himself and half an hour later he will be hungry again!

You may have already gotten used to your personal hunger at home.

Luckily he can have millions of yen for food!

The empty wrappers of all the treats were thrown into the trash can when he finished eating. And he didn't even want to go brush his teeth to hide all the traces.

They were sweets for him from you, weren't they?

But no one else could eat it except him and you. You two live together.

You felt the bed sink next to you and he climbed into your arms, giving you a kiss on the lips.

Why did you feel the taste of chocolate and cream on his lips, but the inside of his mouth tasted like citrus jelly beans?

You were so sleepy that you ignored it and went back to sleep. After all, you always felt more comfortable sleeping in his arms. You slept better.

But you slept too well. That's why you needed to wake up first thing in the morning. Sweet coffee and coffee bars... It was your dream.

You remembered that you put this package on the last shelf in the fridge.

You took the cups and prepared the milk and sugar.

While the coffee machine was pouring delicious fresh coffee into your favorite mugs, you walked over to the fridge.

Rubbing your eye, you blindly reached for your bars. To not find it.

You opened your eyes to look for it.

And you saw an empty fridge that was already full yesterday!

There were empty fancy packages in the trash can.

There isn't a single candy bar...

Only a package of peanut candies left...

Clenching your jaw, you walked to the bedroom, knowing who the culprit was.

That's why his mouth tasted like citrus jelly beans and chocolate!

He ate it all!

All your sweets!

Even kitty cupcakes and teddy bear cookies!

You saw a white-haired giant stick insect who was too muscular to be a stick insect lying in bed with his belly bare because of his shirt that had rolled up.

You bluntly threw the cold wrapper of peanut candy onto his half-bare chest.

He jumped up from the sudden impact and cold and looked at you like he was having a sudden panic attack.

If you poured ice water on him, he would look even better! It was revenge!

"Mochi? What?" He exclaimed, looking at your furrowed brows.

"Why are you stealing our sweets?! You ate everything!!" you shouted, your hands clenched.

"Baby baby! I was hungry! But since the fridge was full, you bought it for me, right?"

"I bought this for us a few days ago! But you ate it all!"

He quickly stood up, placing his hands on your cheeks as you looked at him like a disappointed child.

He fed his adorable baby (you) with pancakes that he made.

Two towers of pancakes for you. And as a punishment, not one for him.