#cocoa curator

[fairytaleprincessart]

[life-spire]

[solxamber]

⋆˚✿˖ Twisted Wonderland Masterlist I˖✿˚⋆

Masterlist II

Heartslabyul

Trash Novel Chronicles: System vs World - Riddle x reader

You have a guilty pleasure: trashy villainess stories. So when you die a frankly, humiliating death, and end up in one of the worst ones you've had the pleasure of reading, you're in denial. Then the villain system shows up. Well, there goes your second chance at life So what do you do now? Do villainous things and cause as much chaos as you can, of course. And maybe, just maybe, bag the male lead, Riddle Rosehearts while you're at it.

This is Love - Riddle x Reader

3 times he notices your acts of love and realizes it doesn't have to be grand and overdramatic like the movies, it could just be like this– sweet and considerate.

Dragon's Favorite Sacrifice - Trey x Reader

Trey finds himself volunteering to be the human sacrifice to you, an ancient dragon, in place of his siblings. What he didn't expect was to become your housekeeper instead of being eaten.

Cocoa Conspiracy - Trey x reader {Request}

He knew you as his partner, the love of his life, but he didn't realize your real identity: a spy vying for pastry destruction.

Donuts and Dark Arts - Trey x reader

All Trey wanted to do was deliver the bread he was supposed to and be on his merry way. Instead, he stumbles on you... in the middle of a ritual?

Birthday Party - Trey x reader {Request}

Trey is more worried than suspicious when you keep disappearing and acting suspicious. He gets more worried when the rest of heartslabyul join in. (Spoiler alert: he doesn't need to be)

Crisis Averted - Cater x reader

After a royal screw up, Cater is left scrambling trying to fix his mistake before you find out. Best part? You've known what he did from the start and you think it's hilarious.

Moments in Bloom - Cater x reader

Cater’s life is a perfect illusion, curated with smiles and snapshots. But beneath the surface, he wonders—what would it be like to be truly seen? To finally stop pretending and let himself bloom?

Forgiveness - Deuce Spade x reader

When Deuce accidentally breaks an item that you treasured, he's worries that he's broken your trust as well. But there's nothing that can't be fixed with a hug and an apology.

Savanaclaw

Knights and Oaths - Leona x reader

You come from a long line of knights that have served the rulers of the Savannah. But sometimes traditions are meant to change and the second prince is looking like someone worth changing them for.

Trash Novel Chronicles: Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles - Leona x reader

When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!

Burn Wild - Leona x reader

Always so close, yet so far away. Leona pushes it down—he keeps pushing and pushing, until one day, he lets it break.

Royal Scandal - Ruggie x reader (personal favorite)

You're being forced to marry someone to take the throne you've fought your entire life for. Okay, if that's how it is, you'll make sure to choose the one person here that your dearest parents will disapprove of the most.

Octavinelle

Shark Tanks and Shady Deals - Azul x reader

After narrowly dodging a one-way trip to the sharks, you've hit rock bottom, career-wise. Enter Azul: your friendly (totally-not-shady) talent manager. In a moment of desperation, you sign with him. Wait, he's actually really good at this. Like, too good at this. Maybe the near-shark experience was just the universe’s weird way of setting you up?

Trash Novel Chronicles: Not Another Royal Mess - Azul x Reader

As a proofreader who gets isekai’d into a cringeworthy novel, you decide to take revenge on the heroine and male lead for their awful story. With Azul—who just wanted to sell you a magic rock—pulled into your chaos.

Love Bites - Floyd x reader

You like him quite a bit, you really do but you're really questioning your decisions after some time spent with him ends up sending you to the ER.

Match Made in Madness - Floyd x reader

Soulmates get updates of each other's lives through an overly enthusiastic dream narrator. What's worse is that your soulmate seems to be completely unhinged.

Witch, Please - Floyd x reader

You're the best witch to go to for getting the job done. Your potions? Absolutely foolproof. At least, that's what you thought until a certain Floyd Leech waltzed into your store.

Cakes and Crime - Jade x reader

After a long week of assignments and sleep deprivation, all you wanted to do was satisfy your craving for a specific pastry at your local shady café. What you didn't mean to do was accidentally order a hit on yourself.

Love in Contempt - Jade x reader

When you take your ex, Jade to court over a ceramic octopus, the reason he wants it so badly might be sweeter than you thought.

Scarabia

Recipe for Love - Kalim x reader

You know you can't cook, your cat knows you can't cook, everyone who has seen your lunch box knows you can't cook. So why is Kalim so insistent on eating the monstrosities you conjure?

Rest Assured - Jamil x reader

4 times you see Jamil nearing his breaking point and the 1 time you intervene.

Pomefiore

Trash Novel Chronicles: Please Let Me Live - Vil x reader (personal favourite)

You get isekai'd into the worst novel you've had the misfortune of reading because apparently your life is a cosmic joke. Now all you have to do is not act like the character you've possessed and it'll be fine, you think?

Your fiancé being Vil Schoenheit makes it a little harder to behave like a human being with functional braincells, but hey, atleast he likes you, you think?

Fairytales and Fever Dreams - Vil x Reader

When you decide to beg a fairy for help at your lowest point, you didn't expect that he'd decide to help you— at the cost of you making skincare for him.

Of Seashells and Sweet Nothings - Vil x Reader

You're cursed to love everyone except Vil, and he's cursed to love only you. And yet somewhere along the way, it seems the cursed gene has skipped you.

aka Merman! Vil x reader

Roommate Rumble - Vil x Reader

You and Vil end up as roommates due to administrative error. Unstoppable force (Vil's perfectionism) meets immovable object (your chaos). It ends up working out perfectly.

Date(?) Night - Rook x reader

Rook is convinced that you have feelings for him after your "date". You have no idea what he's talking about, considering that you've never been on a date with him.

Ruler of My Heart - Rook x Reader (personal favorite)

He has always pursued beauty, and he sees everything. But has he ever been seen?

Ignihyde

Coughing up Love - Idia x reader

You don't think much of it when Idia starts acting weird because let's be real, that seems to be his default around you. Wait are those flowers he's coughing up?

Reaper's Guide to Romance- Idia x reader

When reaper Idia Shroud is assigned to collect your soul, he can't help but come up with increasingly ridiculous excuses to spare you.

Trash Novel Chronicles: I Want to Retire - Idia x reader

You write a novel that reads like a dumpster fire and while trying to delete the draft, you accidentally get isekai’d into it. Now, as the villainess you have to get Idia Shroud on your side as well as survive high society. You have your work cut out for you.

Hook, Line and Shy Guy - Idia x reader

Idia loves your shark tail. You think it's adorable.

Diasomnia

Kidnapped(?) - Malleus x reader

You were sick of the taxes imposed by the aristocrats in your already poverty stricken village. Your idea of a solution? Kidnap their young master , and make them reduce taxes as the ransom, of course. Only problem is that you went into the wrong manor and kidnapped the wrong young master.

How Not to Court Your Crush: A Disaster in Six Acts - Malleus Draconia x reader

You're trying to court Malleus so why is he acting so weird? Malleus is trying to court you, so why are you acting so weird?

aka you try fae courtship and malleus tries human courtship, you both fail spectacularly.

Trash Novel Chronicles: Accidentally Falling For a Fae Prince - Malleus x reader

When you get dragged into a novel which ends with the heroine in a polycule with the most annoying men in literature, you decide that you're gonna skip town. ...Only to trip over the fae prince, Malleus Draconia.

How to Tame Your Dragon - Malleus x reader (personal favorite)

Since you and Malleus have gotten into a relationship, you've become a bona-fide dragon soother. But whenever you fumble, the entirety of NRC faces the consequences.

aka the 7 times you cause ecological disasters and the 1 time it works out for you.

Trash Novel Chronicles: I'd Rather Date the Male Lead's Dad - Lilia x reader

When you end up in your best friend's favourite but absurd novel about breaking a fae prince's curse, you didn't expect to get attached to his little family too. Even more unexpected? You fell for the male lead's dad, but hey, it looks like he likes you too.

Others

Frights and Fancies - Skully J. Graves x reader

Doing Halloween prep with Skully! (This is Grim's Night before before Halloween) {written before the full event is out so might end up ooc}

Chasing Fairytales - Neige LeBlanche x Reader

Neige is convinced that you're either allergic to him specifically or he's done something to offend you with the way you're avoiding him. You're just trying not to get blinded by his smile.

Project Love - Rollo Flamme x reader

When your eccentric professor pairs you and Rollo up for a study on attachment types, you didn't realise how much it would change your lives.

Romance Roulette- Rollo Flamme x reader

You, Rollo's self-proclaimed bestfriend, have been trying to set him up with someone for the past few weeks. If all your plans fail, maybe you should do it yourself?

Homecoming - Rollo Flamme x reader

You come home after a long work trip. Rollo is happy to have you back.

Sweet Encounter - Rollo Flamme x reader

You really want the parfait that's exclusive to couples. So you you do what anyone would do, pretend a random stranger in the café is your partner of course.

Escape Route - Rollo Flamme x reader

You're stuck at a party that you frankly don't give a damn about. And Rollo Flamme looks like he would rather do anything else than be here, so you grab him and bounce.

Yours to Keep - Rollo Flamme x reader

Rollo is calm, collected and confident. Jealous? Rollo Flamme? No way! ...unless?

Stolen Kisses - Rollo Flamme x reader

5 times you kiss him and the 1 time he kisses you

Multi Characters

Hanahaki with Overblot Gang

Making Up After an Argument with Overblot Gang + Rollo

Period Simulator with Adeuce + Overblot Gang + Rollo

Requests

Rook Hunt x reader (Shape-shifter! reader)

Malleus Draconia x Reader (24 Plum Blossom User! Reader)

All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige, Chen'ya (Wild cat beastman reader)

Dorm Leaders + Jamil (Colorblind reader)

Idia Shroud x reader (Sentient Otome Game NPC! reader) // Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto x reader (Insecure Mer-form Azul x reader, hurt/comfort)

All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige (White Rabbit! reader)

White Rabbit! Reader overblots

Aftermath of White Rabbit! Reader's Overblot

Epel, Vil x reader (Teaching Epel Capoeira)

Vil, (platonic) Crewel x reader (Fashion disaster reader)

Rest of the characters react to fashion disaster reader

Malleus Draconia x reader(Insecure reader, hurt/comfort, happy ending)

Lilia Vanrouge x reader (NPC! Reader)

Pomefiore x reader (Artist!Admirer! reader)

Heartslabyul, Octavinelle, Pomefiore + Che'nya (Absolem! reader)

Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Ignihyde, Diasomnia + NRC Staff + Neige (Absolem! reader)

Malleus, Vil, Jade with Angel!Reader

Jamil, Rook, Vil, Lilia with cherub! reader

Tweels with a strong reader

Idia x reader (Reader gets turned into a cat)

Jamil, Azul with a super talented reader

Lilia with a reader who behaves like General Lilia

Leona with an unhinged reader

Vil, Malleus with an unhinged reader

All NRC + Staff + Rollo (Reader shapeshifts according to emotion)

7th Overblot Aftermath - All NRC + Staff (Hurt/Comfort)

Rollo Flamme x reader / Part 2

Savanaclaw, Scarabia with a silly but mature reader

Ace, Deuce, Silver with artistic reader

Grim vs Cat (Idia x reader)

Deuce, Riddle, Ace, Epel with Pomefiore! reader

Jade, Jamil, Azul with 'The Cat'! Reader

Vil, Rook Idia with 'The Cat'! Reader

Delinquent Deuce x Delinquent reader

Pomefiore + Jamil with a Maternal! reader

All NRC(-Ortho), Rollo, Neige, Che'nya with M! Incubus! Reader

Trey, Jamil, Platonic Adeuce with Rich! reader

All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige, Najma Viper with Slime! reader

Skully J. Graves with a Huohuo! reader

Overblot gang + Ruggie with a Princess! Reader

Idia, Cater, Rollo comforting recovering reader (Warning: Mentions of SH)

Octavinelle with Shark! Reader

Sam x reader(platonic)

Skully J. Graves x reader (Double Halloween!)

Skully J. Graves x reader (ft. Sally!)

Octavinelle, Diasomnia x Freshwater Stingray! Reader

Main Masterlist

[halloweenacara]

all my beasts! my main account is totally full now rip. names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat & has become very fond of a certain zafara.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side. not afraid of anything- in fact, she has a sweet spot for the scariest resident, alder.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

kilroy - steampunk zafara, he/him - a knight from the golden era of meridell- sort of. he was brought to life via a wayward spell from mac, pulling him from the pages of a book of old meridellian tales. he's a little lost, but taking it in stride- besides, he has a cute lil acara to help him out.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

cake - snot chomby, it/its - slime monster. one of veknir's experiments gone awry- well, it made a new creature, but cake's a rebel. it chose its name after coming to life and immediately raiding vek's lab minifridge. it has a massive sweet tooth- flora is its best friend- and takes its sick axe guitar everywhere (it can't play it)

remy - halloween xweetok, he/they/she - the owner of the october house. the oldest resident (besides kilroy, technically?) and also the hottest (according to remy). if he's not ominously swirling a glass of something red in the study, he's at some club doing drag.

diaveli - halloween ixi, she/they/it - some variety of horrid clown thing. her entire existence is dedicated to tormenting aske and causing problems.

chimaera - lab rat, they/them - they have chronic health issues, but visiting the lab ray and changing their body calms their aches. it also leaves them ravenously hungry and pays fairly well. they also "work" at maxie's gift shop. they sometimes play on pup's streams as a guest.

mac - mutant lenny, he/him - wizard. he spends all his time hidden away in his tower, practicing spells or mixing potions. his hermit-like tendencies are partly because he needs privacy for his evil machinations and party due to crippling social anxiety.

croaksby - candy quiggle, he/him - butler, janitor, etc. a long-suffering servant, croaksby has worked for remy for a long, long time. he does actually enjoy his work- if he gets frustrated with a resident, he can always add a touch of poison to their nightly tea/coffee/borovan- not enough to kill them, of course...

[azinemagazine]

Jus doin' sum random scrollin'. 📱 - r3al' 🐉 #mambamentality🐍

Call it mindless, yet we all (in some sorta way) do it. It'd been a minute since anything had been posted for Azine. Supposing it appeared as though only reviews about Ye, Drake, Billie, or Taylor were worthwhile, it still felt integral to take my time. I'd go as far as to say that my creative nuances were both amusingly and unapologetically unafraid of patience. Cut to what one could curate as chancing upon the profile for Canadian singer, songwriter, and dancer Kallitechnis's Ardene interview on YouTube. While snuggly lotus sedentary in a lounge chair Kassandra (a.k.a Kallitechnis) sorted words on some pretty deep stuff. (See, I'm the type to keen in what artists fr say alongside of winnowing amid whatever it is they craft.) All her talk about authenticity, longevity, and even therapy, backdrops her latest Single releases, to delicately while devoutly dream weave some of the most sensational late night Trap Alt. Soul/R&B that I'd ever heard. After hours of zoning out on Spotify & Apple Music, I'd seemingly stumbled upon a mound of sound designs showcasing that Kallitechnis latest releases, "KALEDISCOPE LOVE" & "SOFT LIFE, are sonic gems worthy of ethereal shine. 

"KALEDIOSCOPE LOVE" is the most recent release by Kallietechnis.  Lyrically it's the lift off elements of romance dazzled in the depth of the "bedsheet ballets'" that hopefully accompany it. If you tap script Kallie's verses here, it'll literally take your breathe away. This 2024 Soul Over Ego Single release paints a sensual sonata, saturated in the palates of lovemaking by the likes of a Jhene Aiko, Victoria Monet, & fav Kehlani. My cherished over the two songs is the latter 2023 released, "SOFT LIFE", where the copulation carved crooning by Kallitechnics feels more assured in its contour.  Lyrics like, "Cocoa butter kisses on the back of your neck...No ones around, go and say it with your chest." sets up a between the sheet session, where direction details desire and more importantly: pleasures for both parties. The hedonism hails heavy here, and when ya place that alongside of Kassnadra's visceral vocal layerings, you're insatiably sedated into this ‘sensational style of life’ she's sojourning. 

Both releases mode just a mere of the music you can muse through courtesy of Kallitechnis. For me it's the completeness interwoven in the listening experience of these two tracks. Detailing what it takes to call yourself professional in this or any realm is something I valued early on. The attention to detail, care, production, and most importantly the passion, tentpole sound designing success for any act whether indie or not. On that note, Kassandra does something else, almost effortlessly. She ate, and fanged deep into the fact that there are stars who are not signed. Stars: real artists who are crafting carefree of what seemingly fates, what often lacerates acts who sign with labels. Definitively, I'm the late night type. I'm good either playing the pull while out, or layinlow at the cribbo, playlsitin' on the MacBook with Apple TV or YouTube dressing the backdrop. Either in or out, this pair of indie soul sounds soothe both the mind, as well as those other places the sensations may align.😉 

♾️

🔥🔥🔥🔥

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[pupsmailbox]

ACADEMIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ adeline. agatha. alastair. alex. alexander. alexandria. alisa. amber. ambrose. ambrosia. amorette. andrew. annabel. annabeth. annalise. anya. arden. artemis. arthur. ash. ashford. aspen. athena. atlas. atreus. augustus. avery. beatrix. blair. blake. blythe. bram. bronwyn. caspian. charles. charlotte. christopher. circe. claude. coraline. crimson. damian. damien. damon. daphne. darcy. demeter. diana. dorian. durant. ebony. eden. edgar. eleanor. elenor. elizabeth. elvira. emberl. enid. eris. everett. fantine. felix. fern. genevieve. george. grey. griffin. haven. hazel. hecate. henry. hester. holmes. hyde. inkesse. inkette. inkie. inky. isolde. ivie. ivy. james. jane. journalle. julian. julius. juno. kane. killian. lenore. lilith. lorelei. luna. magnus. malachi. mallory. maude. meredith. naomi. narissa. nicodem. nightesse. nightwing. nimue. noire. noiresse. noirette. odessa. odette. oliver. ophelia. orion. percy. persephone. peyton. phineas. phoebe. quill. quille. quinn. raven. ravenesse. ravenette. ravenne. remus. romero. rory. rosalind. rose. rowan. rowena. rufus. salem. scriptesse. sebastian. stoker. sylvain. tanith. theo. theodore. theodosia. trista. tristan. victor. victoria. vincent. virgil. wilhelmine. willow. wynona. xanthe. zoltan.

PRONOUNS︰ acade/academia. amber/amber. an/antique. arch/architectself. arch/archive. art/art. art/artist. arti/article. arti/fact. artifact/artifact. baro/baroque. bea/beauty. bis/bisque. book/book. bookworm/bookworm. calligraphy/calligraphy. can/vas. candle/candle. cer/ceramic. char/charcoal. chess/chess. clas/classic. clay/clay. clock/clock. co/collect. coco/coco. cocoa/cocoa. cof/coffee. coffee/coffee. col/color. coll/collection. collage/collage. con/cept. crea/cream. crow/crow. cur/curate. dra/drama. dust/dust. essay/essay. fea/feather. feather/feather. fig/figure. fil/film. flicker/flicker. gal/gallery. glaze/glaze. globe/globe. gold/gold. hazel/hazel. his/history. history/history. hon/honey. hue/hue. hypo/hypothesis. illus/illustrate. ink/ink. journal/journal. ki/kiln. knowledge/knowledge. le/letter. learn/learn. letter/letter. li/library. lig/ligature. lit/literature. mar/marble. mur/mural. murder/murder. muse/muse. muse/museum. night/night. no/note. novel/novel. page/page. paint/brush. paint/paint. paint/painting. paper/paper. para/dox. pen/pen. pho/photo. pi/pigment. piano/piano. poe/poet. poem/poem. por/trait. porcel/porcelain. print/print. qui/quill. quill/quill. raven/raven. rea/read. read/read. ren/renaissance. rev/revolution. scrapbook/scrapbook. script/scripts. scroll/scroll. sculp/sculptor. sculp/sculpture. sketch/sketch. speci/specimen. spine/spine. sta/stamp. stai/stain. stamp/stamp. statue/statue. story/story. stu/dy. study/studie. study/study. surreal/surrealism. tea/tea. theo/theory. theory/theory. thes/thesis. time/time. tweed/tweed. violin/violin. wheel/wheel. ⌛/⌛. ⌛︎/⌛︎. ☕/☕. ✒︎/✒︎. ✒️/✒️. 🏛️/🏛️. 🏺/🏺. 📜/📜. 🕯️/🕯️. 🖼️/🖼️.

[qtboni]

#.QTBONI‘S — RULES & MASTERLIST !

the curated collection of my written works, organized by fandom and characters. these stories feature mature adult themes and content, and every character depicted in the works is written as an 18+ individual.

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SERIES

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FICS

⋆៹ SIMON RILEY ᵎᵎ

love language ꒰ despite his difficulty in expressing his emotions, he still finds ways to show his love for you ꒱

melting into your arms ꒰ him melting into your arms after a rough day at work ꒱

shattered hopes ꒰ he lashes out on you and was very dismissive over your efforts for him ꒱

rebuilding hopes ꒰ after an argument with you, he feels a deep sense of remorse for the pain he caused ꒱

loved imperfections ꒰ he reassures your insecurities with loving words ꒱

sweet dreams, my love ꒰ he woke up to you sleeping far away from him in the bed so he pulls you back to him ꒱

a lil' vampire you are ꒰ you bite him with your canine teeth and he gets feral for it ꒱

wild cowboy ꒰ he indulges you in your pretty lil fantasies of him being a cowboy ꒱

shying away ꒰ he encourages and guides you on what he wants to do to you ꒱

atrapada ꒰ kidnapped and tortured in front of him, he has to endure all of it until he gets his hands on your captor ꒱

⋆៹ KÖNIG ᵎᵎ

rest well, mein liebe ꒰ he lets you rest on his shoulder, and him also resting on top of your head ꒱

love in the emergency room ꒰ you were brought into the emergency room and he was your emergency contact ꒱

bloodstained love ꒰ yandere slasher au, he comes home to you after killing someone and asks you if you're proud of him ꒱

⋆៹ CAPTAIN PRICE ᵎᵎ

cocoa kisses ꒰ he craves warmth and safety, which he finds whenever he comes to you, the person he loves ꒱

what'd u call me? ꒰ fatherfigure au, where you accidentally calls him dad ꒱

⋆៹ VARIOUS ᵎᵎ

hug me close ꒰ having cold hands for cuddles ꒱

our journey begins ꒰ their reaction to the news of your pregnancy ꒱

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[writtenonreceipts]

Based on the prompt received here and the song “too close” by jp cooper.

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This’ll probably be my last update for a while, jsyk

Warnings: mild angst, but it has a happy ending (spoiler). 3.8k words.

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eyes like stars, she brings me home

Autumn came to Velaris with its usual grace.  The mountains were turning from the vibrant green of summer to the burnished gold and warm brown of the changing season.  Usually by the third week of September you could drive up through the mountains and see the leaves change before your eyes.  Combined with the way the sun always seemed to shine day in and day out, the drive up to Ramiel was one of Rhys’ favorites.

At least…it had been.

For the last nine years he and his friends had made a point of driving up the canyon with plenty of coffee, cocoa, and spiced donuts between them.  The tradition started right after Rhys had gotten his license and he wanted to celebrate.  So he and Cassian and Azriel piled into his ratty old Corolla (father wouldn’t give him any money for a car as he hadn’t earned it) and they drove the canyon with a mountain of donuts and drinks between them.  And then Mor joined.  And Amren.  And then there was Feyre.

Feyre Archeron with her waves of dark blonde hair, infectious smile, and the wit to shut even Cassian up on occasion.

He hadn’t meant to fall in love with her at seventeen, really.  She was always meant to be his friend.  The one he could turn to on the worst of days.  The only one who knew about the nightmares that came after his mother died.

He hadn’t meant to fall in love with Feyre Archeron.  But some things couldn’t be helped.

Over the course of nine years, Rhys played his part perfectly.  He never teased Feyre too far, never touched where he shouldn’t, never let on how deep his feelings ran.  It wouldn’t be fair to Feyre or the rest of their friends to disrupt what they’d grown accustomed to.  To break up the friend group or make things awkward or—

So Rhys kept his feelings to himself.  And Azriel, because Az always stuffed his nose where it didn’t belong.  And Az tended to know things he had no business knowing.

When Feyre first started dating Isaac Hale, Rhys thought that was good.  It would help him get used to the idea that she really wasn’t his to have anyways.  And then Hale broke her heart and Rhys was the one to pick up the pieces.

“He was never good enough for you,” Rhys told her one night.  

They were in their sophomore year of college—Rhys in business and Feyre art history—and remained unseparated.  Mor chose to go to a school further south that specialized in psychology, Amren was always busy with law, Cassian starting his gym, and Az dropped out to do trade in mechanics.  It was just he and Feyre who saw each other consistently.  Strange, Rhys would come to think about, strange that somehow it turned to just the two of them.

Feyre let out a long sigh as she leaned back into his couch and looked at him sideways. “You have to say that.”

“It’s true,” Rhys said.  He nudged her with his shoulder.

They often found themselves here.  Together at his place finishing homework or cramming for exams.  Or on nights like tonight, just trying to tread water in preparation for the next week.

“He was an ass,” Rhys continued, “and you’re better off without him.”

Rhys could list off all the things that were wrong with Isaac if he wanted.  He’d curated the list long ago and had consistently added to it over the last five months of the miserable relationship.

Instead of replying, Feyre only leaned her head on his shoulder and tucked her legs beneath her.  Some reality show was playing on the old tv Rhys had rescued from a dumpster last week.  Neither were paying much attention to it though.  And that was fine.

Rhys much preferred the quiet, leisurely moments like this with Feyre.  Where they could just simply be and he could almost convince himself that something would change between them.  He was getting too close to that line of thinking, though.  He knew he couldn’t risk his friendship with Feyre.  Nor would he do anything that would potentially screw it up.  She was too important to him.

So they stayed like that until the night grew late and Rhys had already made the vow that he would never be the one to hurt Feyre.

…

Nine years.

He’d been in love with his best friend for nine years and he knew he was an utter idiot.  Who let themselves be in love with someone for nine years and never do anything about it? Rhysand.  And he was an idiot for it.

He’d tried dating other women and had been in a few somewhat serious relationships.  Serious for him at least.  The three-month mark was that magical moment where everything went to hell in a handbasket and the relationship would end and he’d be right back where he started.  Still in love with the same girl.

He was twenty-eight years old and nothing had changed.

Until Feyre started dating Tamlin Doyle. 

And Rhys had a sickening knowledge that this would be different.  That this relationship was the one that would truly break him.  Because Feyre was happy.  He saw it whenever he saw the two of them together.  Saw it when Feyre’s face lit up whenever Tamlin texted or called.  She’d even started hanging out at his place more and more. It soon got to the point where Rhys was lucky to see Feyre once or twice a week.

He tried to use it as his own chance to distance himself from Feyre.  To let it be the perfect excuse to move on, to find someone knew and let Feyre have her own life. 

And it would have worked, if Autumn hadn’t swept through the city again and a certain hadn’t taken the warmth of summer in one fell swoop. 

Rhys, a stickler for some traditions, didn’t think anything of it when he texted Feyre one Saturday morning to invite her on another drive up the canyon.  Because it was Feyre and this was what they did.  The drives, the talks, the time spent falling back into what they knew.

So when she texted him only a few moments after his message he was already planning on swinging through the coffee shop for their regular order.  It wasn’t until he actually read the words that he realized things weren’t going to be as they always had been.

Feyre: with tamlin today. Srry.

The words plain and simple with no way to misinterpret them.  Except all Rhys could do was stare at them.  She’d said the same thing last week and on Thursday when they’d all met up for drinks.  She was busy.  She had work.  Tamlin needed her.

Twenty minutes later when he picked Mor up to go with him instead, he tried telling his cousin about what happened.

“She always comes for the canyon runs,” Rhys said, pulling out onto the narrow two-lane highways that wove through the mountains.

From her seat, Mor sipped delicately on her coffee, snorting with disdain.

“Well, you don’t know Tamlin very well, do you?” Mor muttered.  Her mouth tilted into a frown as she glared out the front window.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhys asked.

Mor only shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.  Just give her some space, yeah?  I’m meeting her for lunch next week, you don’t have to worry about her.”

“Mor,” he insisted.  He returned her glare as best he could while not careening the car over a cliff.

“Tamlin doesn’t share very well,” Mor said, she offered him a small smile, “you know Feyre, if she needs help, she always comes to you.”

Except Rhys didn’t like that response.  He didn’t like thinking about Feyre and Tamlin.  About whether or not Tamlin was good for her or if she really was happy.  Rhys didn’t like not knowing if things really were alright with Feyre.  And if she was, couldn’t she at least text him?

And maybe it wasn’t his business.  Maybe he really did need to give Feyre space.  Let her have a relationship outside of him.  Let her choose who she was—outside of him.

It made him sick; he couldn’t deny that.  Because what if…what if she found someone else, someone that…

These were the exact thoughts that he needed to shy away from.  That he needed to ignore.  Because Feyre, his Feyre, had a life to live and she never did anything she didn’t want to do. 

So Rhys kept driving.  He drove through the mountains and watched as the colors of summer faded from the bright greens and lush life into the amber of fall.  All the while his mind lingered on the what if’s of him and Feyre.

…

New Year’s Eve and he was spending it alone.

Rhys snorted to himself and shoved off the couch where ESPN was playing reels of the last big football game. It was nothing new, the channel had been on all night, the one thing that didn't show updates about the night of news. It made it easier to ignore reality.

He went to his kitchen, neat with its black cabinets and gray marble. Nothing stacked on the counters. Sterile as Feyre would say.

He winced.

Maybe that should be his resolution.  Not to think about her. Not to let her consumer him. To move on. Ten years was ten too many after all.

He poured himself a drink, ice clunking gently a he tossed a few cubes it. He downed half the whiskey before even shoving from the counter then poured himself another. 

It was the first New Years he hadn't bothered to do anything.  And he'd had plenty of opportunity.  Mor and her girlfriend were hosting a party together and Az was finally admitting to him and Gwyn being together.  Though Rhys wasn't surprised about that.  Cassian and Nesta were newly engaged and despite being homebodies every other damn day of the year they’d both tried dragging him out.

After the third rejection everyone had stopped bothering him.  Except Gwyn who kindly sent him an emoji of a cat in a party hat and an attached message: you had the right idea.  Why are we friends with these lunatics???

That at least made him smile.

Rhys shook his head and took another sip of his drink.  Already he could feel a gentle numbness spread through his body.  Not that he minded.  He’d rather get plastered in his own apartment then at a party where he knew he’d do something stupid.  Where Feyre was sure to be with Tamlin damned Doyle.  This was better.  This was the only solution to his feelings.  Stepping away.  Moving on.  And he wouldn’t try and draw a line between Feyre and their other friends.  Not when she didn’t even know a line needed to be drawn and for what.  That he was a bastard who didn’t even know how to act on his own feelings?

He stared at the television as another reel started of the Seahawks game.  They’d blown their lean, unsurprising, and the reel showed failed pass after failed pass.  At least he hadn’t made that bet with Varian over the game.  

His watch said eleven forty-five.  He should just go to bed, there was no reason to stay up til the tick of the year.  Maybe he should go to the airport and catch a random flight out.  New York or LA or…

A knock at the door pulled him from the thoughts of leaving.  He glanced again at his watch.  Forty-seven.  Who the hell?

More urgent this time, the knock wasn’t going anywhere.  

Cursing, Rhys trudged over to the door.  It was probably Cassian and he was going to have to have another talk about boundaries.  He should be allowed to skip out on New Years if he wanted to.

Rhys pulled the door open and froze, blinking at the sight before him.

There in a slim black dress that hugged each of her delightful curves was Feyre.  Her hair hung down her shoulders, the curls and waves framing her high cheekbones making her blue eyes stand out stark against her pale skin.  Her full lips were still stained with red lipstick, but the longer Rhys stared (he couldn’t help it) the more h realized something was off.  

“Feyre,” he said, more surprised than anything to see her there.  But concern soon took precedence as he noticed the way her mascara smudged and her eyes gleamed bright with unshed tears.  She was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and not even a poorly thought of New Year’s resolution would keep him from noting it.

“Rhys.”

His name was a bare whisper on her lips but familiar nonetheless.  She’d always had this way of twisting the single syllable of his name, breathless and intent all at once.  But this particular inflection—the one with lingering pain and edging with embarrassment—made his heart seize and his senses ignite all at once.

Rhys didn’t reach out to her, instead stepping aside for her to enter the apartment.  She did, black heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor.

“I thought you’d be at Mor’s,” she said, turning slowly to face him.  If she’d thought he’d been there, then where had she been all night?

Even in the heels she was still small, not even eye level with him.  He’d teased her for it before, especially when they used to spar together at Cassian’s gym.  But that had been ages ago, another lifetime entirely.  Back before Tamlin.

“But, I didn’t know where else to go,” she continued.  She wouldn’t meet his eyes, staring instead at the small framed picture of Rhys and his sister on the small entryway table. “But I knew you wouldn’t say no.”

It was the unmistakable hitch in her voice that did it for Rhys.  The way she bit her lip and wrapped her arms around herself.  It wasn’t difficult to knew why she was here.  After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d showed up like this—scared and upset.  It made Rhys’ blood boil just to think about what Tamlin had done this time.

“Are you alright?” He asked first, because really that was the only thing that mattered to him.  That Feyre was safe, that she wasn’t hurt, that she was here.

She snorted indelicately; her revere broken.  She ran a hand through her hair, the strands tangling in her fingers.  A flush rose high on her cheeks and she muttered a curse.  

“Feyre, if he touched you—” Rhys began.  Even though he and Feyre had grown distant in the last few months, Rhys still knew exactly the kind of person Tamlin was and the subtle ways he’d manipulated Feyre in the course of their relationship.

“No,” she whispered, “he didn’t.”

But that haunted look didn’t leave her eyes.  Her lower lip trembled as she held back a wave of tears.  It took everything within him not to go to her.  And he wanted to.  He wanted to take her in his arms, feel her soft curves against him, smell the lingering pain on her skin and feel the little calluses on the tips of her fingers.  He wanted to—

He gripped his glass of whiskey harder, wondering if he should just set the glass down before he shattered it himself.  Though maybe it was a good thing he still held it, a reminder of how much he’d had to drink and that it would not be a good idea to drive to Tamlin’s apartment and have a conversation with him.  This wasn’t the first time Feyre had come to him teary eyes and visibly upset but Rhys would certainly try to make sure it was the last.

Feyre took a step towards him, her purse dangling precariously on one shoulder. “I broke up with Tamlin.”

The words hit him almost like a sucker punch.  Rhys could only stare at her as he disentangled the simple words from each other and repeated them over and over in his mind until the made sense.

“You—”

“Broke up,” she confirmed.  She tossed her purse aside where it thumped against the side of the couch and onto the floor. “He didn’t take it very well.”

Rhys’ jaw clenched.  Tamlin lived close enough he could walk—

“It was last week,” Feyre said, taking a few steps closer to Rhys. Her words started pouring out of her as if she couldn’t hold them in any longer. “After Christmas and the shitshow that was. But he kept trying to text me and talk to me and when I tried to give him back his key—he said something to me that I hadn’t realized and I had to talk to you but I didn’t know how.”

She was close enough now that Rhys could see the flecks of blue in her eyes that reminded him so much of the stars and that smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.  They were their own set of constellations that he’d memorized long ago.

“Feyre,” Rhys said, not following her words in the slightest.

Instead of answering, she reached out and plucked the glass of whiskey from his hands.  She leaned around him and placed it on the table beside the picture of his sister and Rhys caught the scent of jasmine that she enjoyed so much. 

When she met his eyes, the tears had vanished, replaced by a fierce determination.  It was the first real sign of the Feyre he knew that Rhys had seen in the last five minutes.

And then, before he could try and coax anymore information out of her, she kissed him.

The first brush of her lips was soft, hardly hesitant, but careful and sweet as she cupped his jaw with one hand.  Rhys, hardly a gentleman, recovered from shock and kissed her back.  He wasn’t gentle nor careful as he pulled Feyre against him, his hands going to her hips and digging into her skin.

He knew he should slow down; knew he should try and talk to her but that part of his mind had shut down completely.  All he could think about was that Feyre was in his arms kissing him.  Her words that she’d broken up with Tamlin was a near constant thrum in his mind.  That she’d needed to talk to him.  That—

Feyre broke away with a gasp.  Her eyes were blown wide, lips pink and full.  She stared at him with a mix of shock and desire, as though two different parts of her were warring with each other.  As though she couldn’t believe what she’d just done.

“Rhys,” she said.  And he knew she was going to try and apologize, was going to try and explain away the kiss, her actions.  But Rhys wouldn’t have it.

He raised one hand to her cheek, brushing away a tendril of her hair.  She was warm against him; warm and soft and real.  How many times had he thought about kissing her?  About holding her against him and feeling her heartbeat beneath his fingers.  How many times had he thought about moments just like this?

Rhys leaned in again, brushing his nose against her, listening as her breath hitched in her throat and one of her hands flexed at his hips.  He was doing this all wrong, moving too fast even as the world around them had slowed to a stop.  All he could focus on were the stars in Feyre’s eyes as she blinked up at him, as though she were the one startled by her own actions.

“What did you need to tell me, Feyre?” he asked, voice rougher than he intended.  It wasn’t as though he could help it.  Not when she had that look in her eyes and not when her body fit so perfectly against his.

He didn’t know what he was waiting for, didn’t know that if her next words would send everything tumbling into hundreds of thousands of pieces.  But he knew he needed to hear it whether or not it would break him.

He watched as she wet her lips, as she dropped her gaze and her lashes fluttered.

“I think I’m in love with you.”  Careful and slow she enunciated the words so there was no way they could be missed or slurred or misunderstood.  She met his gaze with her own and for the first time that night Rhys could see the apprehension, the worry, lingering there.

“You think?” he asked, one brow rising.

“I can take it back--” she began, but Rhys was already kissing her again.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled against her, the hand not cupped against her cheek moving to wrap around her, tugging her so impossibly close.  

He deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetness and the lingering alcohol on her breath from whatever party she’d been at.  She groaned against him and Rhys knew he would do anything and everything for her to make that sound again.  All it took was for his tongue to brush hers and her hands were in his hair tugging with near urgency.  

Rhys had been waiting for this moment for ten years.  Ten years to kiss Feyre, to touch her as though it were the last thing he’d ever do.  He’d already memorized so much about her but with the way his hands were dancing across her body and how his lips traced her jaw, her throat--there was so much more to learn about her.

Somehow, they stumbled to the couch without falling, leaving Feyre’s heels somewhere in the middle of the hall.  And somehow, they fell together, Rhys going first and Feyre straddling his hips, that dress of hers riding so far up her thighs that it left little, if anything, to the imagination.

“Are you sure?” Feyre asked even as her hands trailed along the hem of his shirt, her fingers finding the bare skin of his abdomen. “About any of this?”

Rhys leaned into her until their foreheads were pressed together and his hands were settled low against her waist, itching to dip lower to the bare stretch of skin waiting for him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said, pressed a slow lingering kiss to her lips. “I’ve been in love with you long enough.”

She chuckled wryly. “You love me?”

“From the first moment I saw you.”

Feyre stared at him; lips parted in surprise.  Her fingers remained against his skin leaving hot pricks where they pressed ever so lightly.  And then a slow smile danced across that beautiful mouth of hers.

“Prove it.”

So Rhys did.

The night faded into morning and the new year rose just the same as any other day aside from the two bodies that lay entwined together, right where they belonged.

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thanks for reading

[rcntlydcccased]

Are there any other blogs who do content for book!Hannibal/the movies with Anthony Hopkins? The tags are completely dominated by the NBC show, which I am personally not at all a fan of, so I'd love to hear if you have any recommendations for curating my content.

The OG hannibal fandom is very quiet on here these days, but it is there!!

In terms of art, @le-champignon-noir and @deadhead31 fairly regularly post some awesome stuff. @kaoribriefs, @cbrcbbr and @witchyartowl also have some great stuff on their blogs. @/youkaiyume, @/threi and @/cocoa-night have a lot of fanart too but haven’t posted any sotl stuff in years. Still worth a follow.

In a more general sense, @janewaystarling, @louisfriend-ironsulfide, @incorrect-clannibal, @bannibals, @tnyhpknslvr, @clannibal and @prxdk post and repost a lot of content relating to the books and movies. Older, inactive blogs like @clarice-starlings, @myotherblacknotebook, @silentstarling-blog, @cannibal-crime and @deconstructinghannibal might be fun to look through, too. @marias-wonderland is an icon for somehow finding super old content and reblogging it, so they’re for sure worth a follow as well.

I’ve definitely forgotten some lovely people - this is just what I have off the top of my head - so anyone else who regularly posts OG content feel free to use this post for self promo lol. Hope this is helpful anon!

[mybrainismelted]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Thanks for the tags @darlingian and @energievie!

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name: Kat

age: still two Noshos

star sign: Scorpio

your first language: English

second language: French-ish

favourite lip product: vaseline lip therapy cocoa butter

the best food dish you can make without a recipe: hmmm, I can do a pretty good lasagna without a recipe.

If you drink tea, what kind? I like all kinds of tea. a good black tea is nice, but I really love herbal teas and tisanes

If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? depends on the location. Starbucks ALWAYS the blonde roast, but most other places a medium roast is good

favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: I'm not a huge youtube watcher, so probably Gallavich edits

favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: ummmmm.... that's a long time ago. I can barely remember yesterday.

favourite item of clothing right now: it's winter, my biggest, baggiest hoodies

favourite item of clothing in 2012: probably a pair of jeans?

fandom

three movies you recommend: in a fandom sense? Star Wars, Star Wars, and some more Star Wars

your favourite concert: Not a big concert person, but the coolest one I've ever been too was probably Santana

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Absolutely

have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? no, but I'm pretty good about curating my own experience.

the best tv show you watched last year: Shameless :)

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? I think that Willem Dafoe should have been cast as voldemort

a ship you’ve abandoned: none that I can think of

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? pretty willing, but my work on the fic club puts some super weird stuff in there now. 9, I guess?

do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) not yet! I'm planning to get permanent earring tattoos of blue stargazer lilies though. Unless you count my Shy Guy. I guess technically he counts.

what fandom do you wish was bigger? none that I can think of

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? Roseanne. Or as a throwback to previous WTW questions... Benson

have you…

swam in an ocean? yep

ever been vegan/vegetarian? hell no

gone skinny dipping? sure

gone skiing? yeah, and hated it. never again

been to a convention? yep

tagging @juliakayyy, @jrooc, @krysmiss, @creepkinginc, @crossmydna, @thepupperino, @palepinkgoat, @deedala, @deathclassic, @heymrspatel, @skylerwinchester, @ian-galagher, @suchagallabitch, @suzy-queued, @francesrose3, @guinguin1984, @rayrayor, @ifallonblackdays, @transmickey

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[strange-relics]

Does anyone else have a WIP that requires a very specific environment to get anything done?

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Just me?

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[halloweenacara]

everyone so far! names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat- unfortunate, given his housemates.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

[wanderlustmagician]

ok here’s another writing prompt for you: what’s your favorite time (this can be of the day, or a season, or a holiday, etc, take your pick!) and how would you describe it?

Esteeeeee, I am absolutely living for these prompts :D the challenge of thinking through how to write these is so much fun.

Because I’m an Extra MF’er… I’m doing three :3

Favorite Time of Day: Golden Hour

As the sun begins to move downward in the sky, it brushes everything within its rays with the softest, burnished touch - turning everything sun-kissed and radiant. Every day, at nearly the same hour, the sun gives the earth a handwritten love letter in all the fading hues of resplendence, of fading melancholy. It fills the air with a glimmering magic that tingles in your fingers, drives you to dance and sing and create and live, live, live. It is the soft orange hues of the sun’s last bit of joy and the oncoming, somber blue tones of twilight - mixing to become the confusing weight that you feel bobbing in your chest. It is the warmth on your face and the coolness at your back. It is the feeling of water on my knees and my sister’s laugh in my ears. It is rolling my eyes at my brother’s jokes and the smell of the river in my nose. It’s the weight of expectation on my shoulders and the freedom of seeing the world through a lens - perfectly frozen, golden and beautiful and breathless.

Favorite Season: Winter

On this one, keep in mind that I live in the Deep South of the USA.

There’s a briskness in the air that nips at my heels and a stinging in my nose, fingers. It’s the dampness of the air that sings of laughter around a fire, of hugs so full of love my feet leave the ground, of my baby sister measuring herself against my back - joyous at finally being taller. It’s being surrounded by sodden ground under my feet, cold in the air but warmth in my stomach from the cocoa from my mother (and sneakily spiked by my sister) and joking complaints with my coworkers over cold feet. It’s the thrill of leaves crunching under my feet and the coziness that comes from snuggling under blankets and next to the soothing weight my dog, warm and content in the cool warmth of our home.

Favorite Holiday: Thanksgiving

The smell of bread fills my house and my brother jokes about how the rolls won’t make it out the door - my dog is under our feet, clingy in his love like Velcro, and my brother is forcibly but gently moving me out of the way to get to the coffee - and we laugh. There’s greetings being called like we didn’t see each other the day before, hugs being exchanged like it’s been years, and my grandfather waves me over to share my latest exploits in digging up our ancestry. My sister knocks her hip into mine, joking about how she’s going to eat all the dressing, and I’m so full of contentment that I nearly don’t have the room for dinner. My brothers are helping my nana up the stairs and my sisters heckling my grandfather, my uncle and dad scheme like they’re in their twenties and I’m a kid again. My mother, for the only time in our lives, mirrors my contentment. There’s love and support in the messages on my phone from the family I curated with my own hands, love in the room around me from the family I was born to, and love in me that’ll carry me through to the next year. Love smells like fresh bread and fresh coffee in the air, it tastes like candied yams and pecan pie on my tongue, and feels like memories shared over food made from passed down recipes and the warmth of a crackling fire in the fire pit.

How’d I do this time, Este? <3