#complimentary apple

[adeleine-everyday]

day 109

magical girl adeleine! 💫

[13eyond13]

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[floralscented]

the file of 𝓭𝓸𝓮!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻.

pouty lips . . . sugary iced lattes . . . baking . . . collecting squishmallows . . . sweetheart . . . romance books . . . big doe eyes . . . weighted blankets . . . pink sunsets . . . white lace . . . gentle rain sounds . . . oversized sweaters . . . decorating . . . journaling . . . hand holding . . . cherry popsicles . . . vanilla scents . . . peach blush !

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ─ ㅤ you've got a match !! ㅤ ─ ♡ ─

clark kent. the pretty, sweet thing that hangs off of his arm like it's a job in of itself. you love him, you adore him, and he'd do anything in the world for you. you're the apple of his eye.

alec mcdowell. polar opposites, you and alec seemed drawn to each other from the beginning. the pessimist to your optimist. the sass to your sweet. you're as complimentary as brown sugar & vanilla.

soldier boy. you were not something that could have been predicted for ben. an innocent little thing that looked at him like he hung the moon? no, ben could never have predicted you, but that didn't mean he was going to just give you up.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ─ ㅤ doe's texts !! ㅤ ─ ♡ ─

to, clark.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ 18+ ! ] just a little more.

to, alec.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤworks in progress . . .

to, ben.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤworks in progress . . .

notes. or. something incredibly self indulgent & to force encourage me to write characters i don't / haven't !!

feel free to leave reqs if u wanna i do not have any ideas for this atm besides knowing i wanna do it in between stanford!dean things !! <3

tags. @depressionbarbie2023 @jasvtsc @deanswidow @titsout4jackles @cosmicanakin @deansbite @beausling @aileenunfiltered @ostaramoon @ultravi0lence14 @whyyouegg @jackleslvr

[softshuji]

CW: NSFW, ptv, daddy kink mentions, reader wears makeup and a dress, marking and lots of pet names. this is pure smut that's literally it, just pure filth I am so sorry I had to get this out, I'm pretty sure I blushed writing this, extremely self indulgent bye.

Hanma's been eyeing you for a while.

You think maybe he'd know that you knew how often his eyes are shifting from the mirror to you in front of the vanity as you apply a light coat of blush to your cheeks. You're leaning forward to see yourself better in the mirror, rocking back on your feet when you turn to look at the makeup and find a complimentary shade of lipstick.

He's done and undone his own tie so many times, a little excessive maybe, but he likes to watch you - and it's even better to him that you don't mind and will let him for as long as he wants to.

You do like an audience after all, he knows that first hand. And he's yet to shrug on his jacket when you feel his hands, creeping along your sides as you hold up a hand mirror to inspect your handiwork more closely. To him, the waiting is unbearable, and of course it is, when you look so delicious so effortlessly and he can't simply be content to just watch you and wait till you notice and turn around.

"New dress?" He says, lips dropping down to where your hair meets your ear, a soft trail of kisses and a light brush of his lips against your soft and open hair.

You cast a glance back, a smile inlaying your now coated lips before you pop them experimentally, a little internal relish at how his Adams apple bobs and his eyes drop to the matted sheen of them. "Mhm, yeah, you like it?" You know he does.

"Yeah," he says, muffled and whispered as his warm breath falls and dances further down with a caress and gentle trail along your skin. "Real pretty sweetheart, you look perfect. Looks nice with your pretty hair too." He knows you know that he thinks that already, because he makes it known often just how pretty he thinks you are. And oh how often he reminds you, as you know he wants to do now.

"Yeah?" And you can tell, so easily. When he bites his lip, and his teeth are grazing along the juncture of your neck and shoulder, big and rough but assured hands now coming around your hips to pull you flush to him, it's almost too easy to tell. "I got it cos I thought you'd like it."

"oh you did it for me? That's sweet and I do like it princess. How'd you know?"

"It's easy to tell. You like the ones with easy access." You grin at him in the mirror, slightly pushing your hips back against him and he laughs, pulls his hand up to your throat to tilt you back till the back of your head rests against his chest, a firm but confident grip on your neck that has your thighs twitching- a visceral reaction you know he can feel from where he's pressed up against you from behind.

"mhm, yeah I do. Got me rock hard so early in the morning, I should punish you." And with that he grinds his now hard cock against you- hips fully flush to yours as his breath ghosts and curls over your lips.

Your chest trips, eyes flitting up and then down to where his other hand creeps and dances over the hem of the white dress. "You'll be late, I'll be late too," you say, without conviction, tongue swiping at your bottom lip to wet it in anticipation, your hips still meeting his in tandem, a heat pooling between your legs.

"I'll be quick pretty girl." Although he knows you don't need any convincing when your eyes are clouding with lust, that familiar glassy shine glimmering in them as you - expectedly, press your lips to his. "Five minutes princess, just wanna feel you."

You always start off soft- a little push and pull, him pressing himself into you with a needy and eager bite, and you curling your tongue along his from the underside, soft breaths and gasps as you try to drink him in entirely. You push, press yourself further against him, an unmeasured whimper against his mouth when he drops his hands to massage and squeeze your thighs, fingers dancing and stroking at the soft inner sides. Back and then forth, and back again.

"You always say that, and then you make us late," you whisper as you pull away for air, a thin string of saliva now pooling on your lips. It never lasts and he knows your rebuttals are half-hearted, that the wetness now dampening your underwear says enough.

He chuckles, a hot breath curling along your skin when he flips you around, his size and shape and the entirety of him backing you against the dresser. "Oh you don't wanna? How wet you are says otherwise pretty girl. You think I can't tell? You're dripping."

"That's your fault," you say even as you lift a leg to hook it around his waist, ankles locking around the lower end of his back to keep him in place and pressed firm to your hips, as his thumb lightly circles your clit over the seat of your panties- a sharp and broken whimper lost against his lips as he bites and nips at you.

"oh my fault huh? So shall I stop then pretty girl? Want me to leave you dripping and wet and aching?" And he pulls your panties to the side now sticky and hot, thumb pressed to your clit to draw firm and measured circles against the achy bundle of nerves.

Your eyes flutter, teeth biting down on your lips as you twitch and your thighs squeeze together. "No please, please, I need you." And oh how he draws it out from you easily, with so much need, an eager rock of your hips to feel him more, the rough pad of his thumb and then his fingers slipping inside you.

"yeah? What do you need sweetheart? Use your words for me. Tell daddy what you want." Middle and ring finger curling inside you, slow and drawn out and perfectly punctuated against the soft and twitchy sensitive spot, thumb still caressing your hot and wet clit, arousal now drooling down his wrist.

A broken whine escapes your lips. "I need- need you inside me, please please? It hurts. Need you to cum in me."

And be laughs, giggles in fact, with a grin that you can feel against your neck from where his lips are sucking harsh deep and purpling marks into your skin. "Good girl, that's My girl. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want." And then, as his nose nudges against your collarbones, scent of your perfume on his tongue, "Gonna cum in that pretty pussy of yours. You feeling good? Like having my fingers In you?"

Saliva pools on the edge of your lips as his fingers repeatedly curl and press against that soft and swollen spot, thighs clenching and lifting to meet him more, till his knuckles brush absently against your clit. And then deeper still, broken and gasped choked moans pressed to his shirt from your saliva now dribbles onto the white linen- too much for you to form a response in return.

He coos at you, soft and teasing, till that tight wire of heat and tension simmers in your tummy, moans and breathy broken whines getting quicker and sharper and you tightening around his fingers with every curl of them against your soft, warm walls.

"shuji- fuck, oh, I think I'm-" you try, and it comes out as a heavy breath, you panting and gasping against his shoulder where your cheek is pressed until suddenly, he pulls them out, cool air now pulling your orgasm further away from you as cry in protest.

"shhh, relax princess, I got you," he says, undulated under the sound of metal as his belt comes undone. "You trust me right?" And he lifts your hips, easily, your thighs now resting on the dresser as his aching hard cock springs free, now dripping and drooling with precum.

You stifle a gasp, tongue pooling in anticipation as your eyes trail, unashamedly from his darkened gaze to where his cock now twitches with need.

"I- I trust you baby, promise. But please, I Need- need to cum so bad." And as if to enunciate your point, your hips lift and jerk, an eager shuffle that has his tip pressing against your clit.

"I know, I know Doll, take a deep breath for me yeah? Relax, let me make you feel good," he says, a slow and measured press of his cock further into your pussy, loud moans from the both of you now whined and broken against each other's lips.

"I- I can't, it's too much-" quick and sharp gasps now lost in the wet and sticky sound of your arousal spreading further along your thighs and you're clenching still, sucking him in, ankles now tightening around his waist, a hand coming up to his hair to tug at and the other bunching his shirt between your shaking fingers.

His hands find your hips, smooth and reassuring circles rubbed into the skin even as he sinks deeper and deeper still. "Shhh you can do it sweetheart, just relax and ease up a little- look at how much you're sucking me in." And then, somehow, his hips press flush to yours, buried in you to the hilt and his tip now kissing lightly at your cervix.

You take sharp breaths between the broken whimpers, the pitch of your sweet voice rising as he begins a languid grind of his hips, his hands now bruising at your skin gripped tight between his fingers. He drops his forehead to the crown of your head, hips snapping as the dresser shakes behind you.

"shit that's it pretty girl- so warm and tight and perfect for me, so fuckin soft and pretty." He slurs, half lost in the clouded daze, lips parted and reddened, sweat clinging to the nape of his neck as you pull and tug at his soft curls.

"fuck, oh my god, sh- shuji-" you whine and whimper, moan and whisper, loud and broken and it's all lost under the wet sound of his hips snapping against yours, the repeated slapping sound punctuated by the rock of the dresser against the wall.

"I got you, I got you pretty doll,- hah, you feel like heaven, pretty princess pussy was made for me huh?"

Your lashes flutter, lips grazing his neck as you pull and tug and tighten your fingers in his curls, the one scratching down his shirt that clings with to the shifting muscles in his back. "I was, I promise," you babble, tears forming in your eyes as the mascara runs and smudges on the white linen. "I'm yours- I'm yours- I'm yours, all yours."

His cock twitches, pulses and stutters, hips stilling momentarily. "You're mine?" And then. "All mine? Only mine?"

You shuffle and grind up against him, that all too familiar wire of pleasure bubbling in your tummy. "Only yours, forever. Please, let me cum, can I cum?"

He lifts your chin then, a soft and tender kiss to your forehead, cheeks now tinted pink, a rosy sheen to his skin as his lips press softly to the crown of your head and you almost keen, a fluttery beat that only increases tenfold when his thumb finds your clit again to run smooth circles into it.

"Cum for me then sweetheart, cum for daddy and let me feel you," he says, and your lips part, hips rocking as you spasm and twitch with the orgasm that has your vision clouding white. You choke out his name and it feels reverential, feels tender and intimate and delicious coming from your swollen lips now wet and smudged with lipstick and he loves you dearly, loves you in a way that's terrifying and otherworldly.

He thrusts messily, a few pumps of his cock till he's spilling into you, warm and hot and sinking his forehead to yours, your name chanted and sweet on his lips till he slows his hips down and your breath softens as the heady pleasure carries the both of you into bliss.

"I love you," you say, mumbled against his shoulder as your breath evens out, hands running softly up and down his back as he pulls out.

"I know sweetheart, I know you do." And he presses an extra kiss to your cheek, hands now smoothing reassuring and loving circles into your hips as you both come down together.

It's overwhelming in the moments like this, somehow more intimate than the sex, when he looks on you and your reflection shimmers in his pupils blown wide with love and an adoration that borders on worship and he waits and kisses you softly, small little murmurs of your name on his lips.

"we're late, you made us late," you say with a hazy smile as your hands trail along his forearms, finding the veins and junctures, small scars and fissures in the skin that are silvery and pink in the light.

"such a greedy needy little thing aren't you? Came on my cock and now it's my fault we're late?" And it makes you laugh - so unreservedly, that the tension and pressure of the moment slips and peels away.

"you're the one who liked the dress a little too much."

He grins, thumb and forefinger taking your chin between them. "Well it is a nice dress isn't it? My pretty girl is just too pretty." And you love him entirely, so big and beautiful in all that he is, all the bad and the good that comes with him that maybe, being late is worth it.

You know he's worth it all and more.

I am not proofreading, I'm too embarrassed to go back and read it, take what you're given.

Reblogs appreciated though

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blue jays and cardinals should be the same size. they match in shape and they have complimentary colors. it's unfair that one should be naught but the size of an apple with graspers dainty enough to perch on a humble clothesline and the other one is big and meaty and heavy enough to make an audible BANG when it leaps into my window-mounted bird feeder to guzzle 1000 grams of protein in whole peanuts without chewing

[colourstreakgryffin]

Is there any chance you write for Adam from Hazbin Hotel? This man has a chokehold on me and I love him sm 😭 If not, I completely understand!!

If you do, could it be with a platonic reader? Like, Reader looks up to Adam ( for whatever reason 😨 ) and kinda just follows him around until he just questions them about and they admit they look up to him.

I COULD IMAGINE HE'S JUST LIKE "Ha! I fuckin' rock, so of course you would."

I am so sorry if this doesn't make much sense 😭

Whatever we like about Adam! I am all for this! I can actually see what you mean; You want it kinda like a big brother thing where we admire him and follow him around but then he confronts us about it and probably likes it since ego-play! I hope I mainly get what you’re asking, loves and thank you! And for real, I can just hear Adam’s voice reading out ‘Ha! I fuckin’ rock, so of course, you would’

Adam- Stem of the Apple

Adam has no clue why you’re following him around… yeah, he looks very cool and he is the best man. He is the original, the strongest, the most unique and the most grand but he isn’t sure if he appreciates fangirls following him around like lost clingy puppies

You just showed up in Heaven and you luckily got to see Adam, but you’re already enamoured by him? He is kinda confused but then again, anybody viewing him as superior is good to him

Adam, however, just decides to embrace it… for a little while. If you’re following him, it means you have good tastes and he won’t be against commending that. Though, he doesn’t really keep it to himself forever. Eventually, he just needs to know WHY you’re always right behind him

Adam suspects a good response. He suspects that you compliment or praise him, he deserves it. Give him what he deserves and don’t you dare hold back. So, as he turns to face you and confronts you, after maybe the fourth whole week of you following him around

He asks the big question: “Why are you following me, Bub?”

Adam is both pleased and surprised by your response. Yes, he’s surprised because you’re not romantically interested in him, you view him as a surrogate older sibling? That’s so interesting. He is basically your ancestor, as the first man ever, and yet. You’re assigning him as your brother

Since it’s amusing, Adam decides to entertain this little delusion fantasy idea of yours and proclaims you can follow him, as long as you always praise him. And just like that, you’ve become Adam’s left-hand angel, right beside Lute. You’re the little ‘sibling’ that gets to express how much they look up to him

Adam soaks up the glory and the praise, bringing you close to him and booping your nose. Just proudly claiming that you’re a good little one for admiring and looking up to the right angel in Heaven. He mainly likes you, due to how much you express what you find amazing about him. You’re his little complimentary machine and for that, he’s protective over you and keeps you away from those awful demons

Adam cannot afford losing his most favourite and most open fan. So, you don’t often do as much as work as he does, you’re more there to be given special treatment for expressing awe to him, further feeding his huge ego and it seems you don’t mind how crude or egotistical he is

You know Adam will show off to get praise from you so he’ll play his sick holy guitar at random, waiting for you to openly express how amazed you are at his guitar-playing skills and of course, he gets that as soon as he finishes. He has become quite a fan of playing his guitar and playing songs so his little fan-sibling can idolise him more

Adam will actually give you affection and gifts… conditionally. Only conditionally. If you praise him and give him all the egoistical fuel he requires, he will keep feeding your own admiration for him so the cycle continues

Does Adam view you as a sibling? Kinda… but mainly, he sees you as a way to fuel his greatness and he is kinda manipulating you but he does care about you. You’re a good person and for that, he can’t really bring himself to just push you away

“What’cha thinkin’, dove? Like the song? Yeah. That’s right, I am the best guitarist in this realm after all. Listen to my next work, you’ll love it”

[cloudcountry]

auburn's 3k followers bake sale!! (lasts from july 24st to august 6th)

order a baked good, get a complementary drink & fic! menu below!

(thank you all so much for 3k!! ever since getting back into the twst fandom after a six month break, ive been reflecting on my time here a lot. i feel like the twst fandom is one of the few fandoms that i'll actually be able to look back on fondly and feel comfortable doing so. i've been connected to all of these character for about 3 years now and now 2 years with you guys. i know some of you may think i'm scary but i encourage you to take part in this event ^^ it wouldn't the same without you <3 and while im at it, thanks for 3,100 followers too!!)

MENU!

complimentary drinks

romantic content - your choice of bubble tea

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after making your selection, please pick a cup for your drink!!

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riddle rosehearts - strawberry macarons (set of two)

trey clover - mini lavendar cream cake

cater diamond - chewy ginger cookies (set of two)

deuce spade - chocolate chip cookies (set of two)

ace trappola - apple muffin with streusel

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jack howl - peanut butter cookies (set of two)

octavinelle

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jade leech - almond mushroom cookies (set of four)

floyd leech - stained glass cookies (set of two)

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jamil viper - slice of baklava

pomfiore

vil schoenheit - bowl of blackberry crisp (optional vanilla ice cream)

rook hunt - plum macarons (set of two)

epel felmier - apple slice rose puff pastry

ignihyde

idia shroud - pudding filled dirt cupcake

ortho shroud - dirt cookies (set of two)

bubble tea not available with ortho set!!

diasomnia

malleus draconia - slice of dark chocolate truffle cake

lilia vanrouge - slice of tomato soup cake

silver - mixed berry crisp (optional vanilla ice cream)

sebek zigvolt - slice of dark chocolate swirl pound cake

staff

crowley - fudgy dark chocolate cookies w/ edible gold shine (set of two)

crewel - slice of dark chocolate & white chocolate pound cake

trein - raspberry hand pies (set of two)

vargas - high-protein blueberry oat muffin

sam - spicy chocolate truffles (set of four)

secret menu

neige leblanche - apple dumplings (set of two)

chenya - colorful "eat me" cookies (set of three)

rollo flamme - croissants (set of two)

fellow honest - quilt cookies (set of two)

please note any other personalization requests you would like to add to your order, such as tropes (i.e. enemies to lovers), genderbent characters (i.e. fem!riddle), and any other requests you may have!

[ador3him]

OMGGG, headcanons of the Dream team dating the highest paid super model ?? sfw and nsfw😭.

Also can i be 👻 anon?

pairing: dream team x supermodel!streamer

requested? Yes! By 👻 anon !

authors note: welcome 👻 anon!! I have never written smut before so BARE WITH ME (I cannot write smut omg it's so bad)

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DREAM

-he would be so supportive, but very secretive of your relationship

-only people in his personal life would know.

-but if someone ever mentioned you in his chat or comments he'd go silent.

-maybe it was a random comment on how you guys would be cute together or maybe it was an accusation because you guys were seen together.

-hed eventually tell his fans but be very strict about everything, telling his fans not to bombard her because your career was very important and he didn't want you getting hate.

-he would also never let you pay for anything, he'd buy dinners, flowers, chocolates, lingerie.

NSFW!!

-as a supermodel you were on the taller side and he was obsessed.

-hed be drooling and hard at the look of you in a dress with your long, smooth legs the centre of attention from your skimpy yet classy outfit.

-hed love to watch your runway shows on tv with one hand around his aching cock and his eyes glued to the screen.

-sometimes he'd fuck you before a shoot, burying his cum in your pussy and make you go to the shoot with his cum dripping from you.

SAPNAP

-to be honest he probably found you on Instagram and he cheesily slid into your DMs.

-he would def flaunt your relationship online with his Instagram and Twitter being a yn fan page.

-hed also promotes your runway shows and any magazines you're in like it's his job

"Chat look at my gorgeous, rich, sexy girlfriend. Stay mad,"

NSFW!!!

-cowgirl is def his fav, seeing you- a strong, feminine lady fall apart around his cock, whining about being tired and being forced to continue.

-because your rich he begged you to have sex in a pile of cash, yes it is kinda dirty but it made him groan at the look of you naked in all your money soaking wet for him.

GEORGE

-he probably ran into you at a store, he needed some food for the house and he wanted to find something healthy after the couple weeks of junk food, you guys reached for the same bag of apples.

-he first noticed your well manicured hands- a light blue.

-hes normally outgoing personality when he looked to you.

"I am so sorry- oh my god, you're yn?"

-he recognised you from a website he was on looking for clothes, he cyberstalked you afterwards.

"wow,"

-suprisingly he's very complimentary, showering you in praise. Peppering you in kisses.

-he sits front row in your runway shows and comes with you to photoshoots..

-at runway shows he has a poster with your face on it and screams out when you come down. (Yes he gets kicked out sometimes).

NSFW

-when he comes with you to photoshoots he likes to fuck you in your dressing room.

-he slids his hand around your throat, choking you to stifle any moans.

-he lifts you of the ground against the dressing room wall, your legs wrapped around his bare waist and heels digging into his back.

-his free hand holds your ass squeezing it when you make a peep.

-he also would love to cum in your panties and make you wear them.

"be a good girl and wear them, wanna see your reaction to my cum dripping down you, sweetheart,"

[pinky-lemon]

gijinkas your karaoke cats too

they are roughly haruka's age and are twins! frequents the karaoke bar and are given complimentary apple juice as a treat :3

[marlynnofmany]

Starseed Apples

“Here you go,” I said, putting down the last box. “Uncut fabric, plumbing supplies, and three cases with a fungus biohazard label. Do I even want to know what’s in those?” I cast a curious look at my fellow human as I handed over the signing pad. She was shorter and rounder than I was, dressed in a crisp uniform of a type I didn’t recognize. Big pockets everywhere.

She signed with a wry grin. “Those are dirt.”

“Dirt?” I repeated, looking around the admittedly spotless loading dock of this particular space station. “Dirt warrants a biohazard here?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she said, handing the pad back. “Organic mulch that could contain anything from decomposed animals to fungus to poop? With uncountable amounts of bacterial life and potential germs? We’re lucky they only focused on the mold aspect!”

“Hm, good point,” I said.

Zhee, who was busy moving boxes off the hover sled, muttered something disparaging. I expected him to complain about how gross it all was, since he was always the first to point out when humans did something to offend his bug-alien sensibilities, but it sounded like he was griping about the strict station rules this time.

The human continued. “We have to keep a clean room between the greenhouse area and everything else. Even there, most things are in pots. We’ve got a great crop from Johnny Starseed right now!”

I’d heard that name before. “Oh, was he the one who sells little potted—”

“Apple trees, yeah,” she said. “Tiny and convenient, but they make an impressive number of apples as long as you feed ‘em quality dirt.” She bent down to pat a box.

Zhee finished freeing the sled. “Reasonable business plan,” he said, sounding almost complimentary.

“The guy named himself after Johnny Appleseed,” I told Zhee. “A human from centuries ago who got famous for traveling around and setting up apple orchards on Earth. Everybody likes a guy who brings food wherever he goes. And drink — I think some of those apples were supposed to be the cider variety.”

Zhee flicked his antennae. “Sounds like a very human thing to do,” he said drily.

“Have you tried the Starseed Reds?” the other human asked. “They’re very good.”

“No I haven’t, but I’d like to!” I said. “I’ve heard good things. I was kind of hoping to cross paths with him at some point. I wouldn’t mind a tiny apple tree in my quarters. Of course, the cat might get at it, and I’d probably have to find a grow lamp…”

She opened a boxy hip pocket, and pulled out the shiniest red apple I’d seen in a while. “Here you go.”

“Thank you!” I said, taking it eagerly. “That’s very generous!”

She waved it off. “Like I said, we’ve got a big crop. And I’ve got a different one that I’m saving for when I get off shift.” From another pocket, she produced a red apple with distinct orange stripes. “Which should be as soon as I get the supplies back to base.”

I laughed. “Is that the booze kind? I didn’t think those were real!”

“Oh yes,” she said with relish, putting it back in the pocket. “Starseed Cider Apples, no fermenting required!”

Zhee cocked his head, faceted eyes looking at both of us. “Poisonous apples?”

“Alcoholic apples,” I corrected, knowing full well that he considered that to be the same thing.

Zhee pushed the hover cart back toward the ship with a dramatic head tilt and antennae swirl. “Now that sounds like a human thing to do.”

“Well, you’re not wrong there,” I said with a smile. I thanked the other human and followed him, taking a bite of my non-alcoholic apple. It really was good.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

[binhourly]

[ 251124 ] — 18+ MDNI .ᐟ

word count: 481 | member: lino & binnie

AN EARTHWORM’S SKIN—pink and slimy, is covered head to tail in taste buds. It was a ground-breaking discovery when you first heard about it in middle school, the ordeal in which you found one though—drilled inside one of your mother’s prized red apples, less exciting and more stomach churning.

It made sense to you now why they’re often found squirming inside fruits instead of the outer shell. They do it because they want to taste it everywhere. Be devoured and soaked to the brim by their pores with an overwhelming ecstasy of juices. 

And you finally understand how vulgar and blissful it felt to be consumed everywhere.  

Changbin’s erratic, shuddery breaths blowing into your ear reminds you where you are and who you’re with, his apartment unfolding in blotchy images in front of you where his black cushion is currently preoccupied by the two of you. It takes his cock rutting into your squelching core—faster than what you needed right now, to trace moans back into your mouth—but because the soft-plump boy is merciless in his pace, your mewls are just short whiny in-takes of air.

“Too–too…much,” you brokenly say, words minced up by a butcher known to you as Seo Changbin, pounding himself wet upwards inside you, his stubby hands going under the mini skirt you chose to wear for him only. 

A chuckle emits from behind you, already guessing his infamous lopsided smirk to be sported in between his heart-shaped lips. His hands warm at your hips, pressing into your dip which makes you arch voluntarily, your head resting into the curve of his shoulder. “Isn’t this what you wanted sweetheart? What you dreamed I would do. Fuck you into oblivion.” He recites the naïve request you made to him moments ago—when he wasn’t fucking you, when you were dripping with need. 

“Don’t get carried away.” Another voice makes itself known, assertive enough to pause Changbin’s thrusts from delving further into your cunt. You swirl your head around, swearing you were brainless from how fluttery and light you felt. Looking ahead at Changbin’s complimentary black chair that has the remnants of your long-term boyfriend. 

“I gave you permission to fuck her, not to make her cum,” Minho says, eyes casted downwards at his phone that spread in a horizontal angle, playing a game. Changbin scoffs lowly before resuming, the teetering feeling of your orgasm swimming and swirling back in full magnitude in your tummy, that left an obvious depression of his sinking dick. But your eyes never leave Minho’s.

And it was a blessing. Because you find him staring up from his screen for the first time, eyes pleasurably meeting his before Minho tips further into the cushion with a half-slugged tooth smile, the red roots of his hair pressed into the leather—watching you.  

You feel so flushed and slimy. Smothered inside a ripened apple, tasting the nectar everywhere.  

[ note: ] wanted to resurrect this drabble again because everyone deserves to witness the lethal combination of minho and changbin.

[day-dr3aming]

Skullyven HC that I had before the event

"Weren't you going to stop talking about them-?" Shhhhhiiiii🤫

Rayven would call Skully "My Enchanted Prince" or "My Sweet Dream". I also think that Rayven would also use affectionate nicknames in Portuguese like "Amor", "Vida", etc

The two are very shy when it comes to showing affection to each other. When Skully kisses her hand, Rayven gets very nervous and when Rayven flirts with him unconditionally, his face gets all flushed.

Speaking of flirting, even with her shyness, Ray is the type who flirts a lot with Skully, even though they sometimes doesn't realize she's doing it. And her flirting is the dumbest thing in the world, like: “If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple ;)”

It may be obvious, but Skully is very complimentary of his partner. He's the kind of man who would wear a shirt that says "I love my partner" and will say the cheesiest and most romantic things imaginable.

Rayven never thought anyone could fall in love with them, so when Skully confessed his feelings, they thought he was joking or that they were dreaming.

When they started dating, Skully ended up becoming Grim's "father." Despite his initial reluctance, with some tuna and other treats, Grim eventually approved of him.

Skully remembers every detail about Rayven's tastes and physical characteristics, he even knows how many freckles she has on her face (don't ask me how he knows)

One moment I imagine them having is Rayven reading a book and Skully at their side just listening while looking to them as Ray changes expression with the store.

They're just two idiots in love ♡

Divider by: cafekitsune

[obamousse]

Kuroo loves eating creamy soups because it was the dish his mom used to make him all the time (she was an average cook, but her specialty is cooking creamy soups). At night, when Kuroo feels hungry, she would whip up a quick soup for him - that was why he used to eat it everyday - with croutons as he liked or some bread on the side. The family would eat their shared-based rice dinner separate from Kuroo, but he is welcomed to have a bite any other dishes he likes. He still likes soup, but he lives faraway from his mom. So everytime he comes home, his mom would cook up his bowl of soup with croutons and bread on the side as a form of nostalgia.

Kuroo doesn't have the time to cook all by himself because of work, so the only soup he eats is Miso soup - because it's healthy, and easy and quick to make and eat. He refuses to eat convenience-store food and instead prepare food by himself because he places importance on health, taste, and putting effort in his meals. He is a good cook, so within short time, he could whip up some simple yet delicious home-cooked dishes.

Kenma eats along with whatever Kuroo cooks, as he likes Kuroo's cooking a lot. After Kuroo gets home, he doesn't forget to buy Kenma apple pies or Kenma's other favorite foods (which are mainly dessert) so Kenma can eat it after dinner. Kuroo used to always have fruits after every meal, and he keeps his habit of having desserts to this day. Also, Kenma is only interested in desserts tho, so Kuroo wants Kenma to have an enjoyable time with his meals too.

He either eats out or cooks at home - no takeaway food. However, Kenma likes takeaway food very much because he doesn't have to cook nor go to a restaurant to eat - he doesn't really care about quality, food is food anyway. So Kuroo and Kenma sometimes have bickering over deciding what they should eat, because their eating habits are complimentary yet quite opposite.

Kuroo's favorite food is katsu curry and stir-frys he could eat with rice.

[mjn-air]

So, I was in an airport yesterday, and guess what I found

Also, I was on a flight where the captain seemed like a combination of Douglas and Martin, relaxed and friendly but also clearly by-the-book. He explained all the turns we'd make as we taxi-ed to the runway and got in the air; but then in the same cabin address he also said that he knew a lot of folks had a connecting flight so he'd put his foot down and get us there as quick as he could!

I also got a surprise upgrade, which included a meal and complimentary drinks; and I knew which drink I had to choose as soon as I saw it

Apple juice!

I am smiling so much I LOVE REAL LIFE CABIN PRESSURE ENCOUNTERS

(are you sure it wasn't pineapple juice. there must be cartons and cartons of it)

[athena-xox]

Okay lots of people don’t like Dizzie (Daring/Lizzie) and say they have no chemistry. Which is fair IN THE TV SERIES. but I’m a wonderlandiful world? Even tho Darings barely in it he still has so much chemistry with Lizzie. Maybe it’s just my theatre kid heart (hahaha) but like they’re so adorable.

AND WHEN LIZZIE KNIGHTED HIM.

Okay minor spoilers for a wonderlandiful world, I’m going to put some of my favourite Dizzie quotes from there.

“Now, kneel.”

Cedar was surprised to see Daring do so without argument.

Through some twist of magic, Lizzie’s butter knife had enlarged with him, now as big as a sword. She picked it up, solemnly touching its flat side to each of Daring’s shoulders.

“I knight you a defender of Wonderland, Sir Daring Charming. Heroic, loyal, fuzzy doom.”

“Yes, exactly like a pirate,” Lizzie said. “I would be much more comfortable speaking with you if you were a pirate.”

Briar put a finger to her chin, considering, and promptly glided to the ground, fast asleep.

“Arrr, Lizzie Hearts! Have ye killed Briar Beauty?” a voice asked from behind.

Daring Charming sauntered up and saluted her. He’d been so accommodating with her pirate request that Lizzie felt certain her mother couldn’t disapprove of their friendship.

“Aren’t you supposed to be racing?” Lizzie asked.

“No rush,” he said. “I always win. Even when I don’t.” He winked at her. “Ahoy, matey.”

“Daring swooped into a royal bow and said, “Be still, my heart! A fair princess has arrived!” And, strangely, he was looking at Lizzie, not Apple. Daring’s complimentary, showy stuff seemed to set the Ever After girls’ lashes aflutter, but Lizzie raised an eyebrow.

“If your heart were still, Mr. Charming,” she said, “then you would be dead.”

“Excuse me?” Daring asked.

“You said ‘be still, my heart,’ thereby commanding your heart to stop beating,” said Lizzie. “If your heart is obedient, I expect you to drop dead at my feet.”

Daring stared at Lizzie. He opened his mouth and seemed surprised when a chuckle escaped it. Lizzie smirked. She didn’t often hear Daring Charming chuckle.”

Off with its head!” shouted Lizzie.

Daring drew his sword with a flash of steel and an equally brilliant flash of a white-toothed smile.

“I’m just the prince for the job,” he said.

Lizzie smiled in surprise that someone was actually taking her seriously.

Daring winked

Lizzie lifted one hand, posing as she had on the amphitheater’s stage. “I

have returned, Boreas, wind-herder, to watch you writhing in the agony of age and death.”

Daring laughed heroically. “What a battle. Bards will sing of my deeds! Or perhaps a pop singer. Do you listen to Katy Fairy?”

“I do not!” Lizzie said grandly. “But I shall listen to her squalling posthaste as you are my friend, and friends recommend music to each other!

The audience gasped. Lizzie smiled. Maybe this strutting-about-a-stage business wasn’t so bad. She glanced at the anxious face of Headmaster Grimm for inspiration and decided to make up a few more lines. “I will not be the daughter who does nothing but watch her wrinkled father writhe with the agony of age and death, your voice slowly becoming more nasal and oddly high-pitched, as if you were being strangled by a possum or a really weak octopus or something.”

Daring pressed his lips together, valiantly attempting to hold back a laugh, and ultimately failing.

Darabella, Darise, Dapple or Farring could never. Also Dizzie technically got the beauty and the beast (well daring as a beast and Lizzie is always obviously beautiful) arc first. Even if it was sadly under developed.

Anyways Shannon Hale obviously ships Dizzie (well probably idk if she’s said anything on the matter) and it’s the best Daring ship. I suppose Kizzie (Kitty x Lizzie) kind of comes close but they just don’t have that romantic tension like her and daring do.

Anyways I think more people should appreciate them.

[yuurei20]

Trey Info Compilation part 27: Thoughtfulness and More

Trey seems to be well known for being considerate: Cater says that Trey is always spoiling new students and Azul comments that Trey has an effortless consideration of others.

We see him asking Sebek about himself, expressing concern for Lilia and being worried about Riddle being too cold at night when he himself is sick (“Even now, you worry about me? Really, Trey, you ought to think about yourself for once”).

He also asks Jamil and Najma about themselves and says the group ought to tell Lilia how much thought Malleus put into his souvenir.

When Jamil is reluctant to accept an honor that is offered to him at the end of the event, Trey encourages him to make his sister happy.

During Spectral Soiree Trey intentionally sends Sebek after a non-existent ghost in order to distract him from Rook, saying, “I just figured you wouldn’t want people prying into your private life. I’ve noticed you tend to steer clear of that kind of stuff when- we talk at club meetings. But I’m sorry if I read too much into it and overstepped.” Rook thanks him for maintaining “such a pleasant distance,” saying he is forever grateful for Trey’s discretion.

Trey compliments Azul on his glasses, saying that they look great on him and give off a mature vibe, and encourages Riddle not to work too hard, to which Riddle responds, “Trey always was a worrier.”

When Trey sends chocolate cake and apple pie to Ramshackle with Ace and Deuce for Book 5 Vil comments that Trey is “the type of man one must truly watch himself around—the kind who spoils people rotten under the guise of knowing what’s best.”

Vil’s opinion on Trey’s thoughtfulness comes up again during Culinary Crucible when Trey assures him that he has cut down on the fat and sugar content of his dish, saying, “You addressed my concern before I could even finish voicing it. You’re too considerate by half. It’s almost galling.” Trey says he will take it as a compliment.

When Ruggie wanders out of his own vignette and into Trey’s in search of food (after Kalim had botched the meal he was supposed to judge), Trey offers him a second pizza that he made.

Vil observes, “Trey, you really do spoil people rotten. It’s a bad habit of yours, the way you try to stay on top of every eventuality.” Vil asks if Trey also bails out Heartslabyul students when they botch their cooking and Trey admits that he does find himself covering for them a lot.

Vil explains, “It’s all well and good to look out for underclassmen, but you can’t baby them. That can rob them of potential learning experiences. There’s a balance to be struck.”

Trey relates a time when his parents once let him burn a batch of cookies, only looking on as he worked without interfering. Trey thanks Vil for his insight and says he will put it into practice.

Trey is Ruggie’s judge for the Culinary Crucible, complimentary towards Ruggie’s culinary efforts and is able to read the room effectively enough to refuse the leftovers that the chef ghost offers him afterwards ("I'd rather not get on Ruggie's bad side").

It is possible that Trey doesn’t really experience as much thoughtfulness as he practices: when he tries to explain the science behind fireworks to the Firelit Sky group, they ignore him in favor of playing with sparklers.

Trey says he likes hats and the hat he wears with his dorm uniform was made to match it.

Like Jamil, Trey might wish he had more alone time: when Jamil wishes “to take a trip by myself” during Wish Upon a Star Trey says that he can empathize, as “Alone time’s hard to come by when you’re at school…sometimes you want a little peace and quiet.”

When Jamil asks if he feels the same way sometimes Trey laughs and says, “Maybe.”

Trey says that, unlike Cater, he can go days without picking up his phone, and he prefers to wear casual clothes with muted colors.