#corpse flower cookie

[forgotten-four-askblog]

So odd how much a trip of discovery can change a Cookie...

[quibbs126]

Omg can iiiii ask for Pure Vanilla x Golden Cheese x Corpse Flower kid pookie pls :3

Corpse Flower refs🙏🙏

If you need ideas, maybe something made with dairy(ice cream for example since its a pretty good goldenvanilla kid ingredient i think) and flowers, rose milkshake idk

Sorry this also took so long (I’m probably going to say that about every fankid at this rate), but here is Baklava Cheesecake Cookie

Admittedly, I don’t have too much to say about her

What I do know is that she’s a doctor, knowing about health, medicine and everything relating to it from all various angles. She’s not so much a magic healer though, rather a physical one (though that’s not to say she doesn’t know any magic, she just prefers the old fashioned method)

She also isn’t just built like that for no reason, she’s fairly strong and can hold her own in a fight with just fists

I would say she isn’t particularly extravagant, but her outfit begs to differ. But she is still a pretty modest person outside of that, never really looking for praise or anything. She just goes from place to place, helping anyone she meets that needs it

And I think that’s about it, so let’s move to design stuff

So I didn’t take your suggestion, but rather ended up with baklava cheesecake as my ingredient. It’s been months since I came up with the name, so I don’t remember why exactly, but I think it’s because it’s cheesecake, which seems a happy medium between Pure Vanilla and Golden Cheese, and then baklava has a bunch of nuts or such on top, and Corpse Flower is also a plant. But I also think I just like the name, even if it is a bit long

Baklava cheesecake:

One thing that personally irked me today is that due to having a third character, I had to make the drawing of BC smaller than I usually make them now. But oh well

I added the cape so give her a bit more flair, and also because I was advised to give her some wing things, but I feel like maybe it clashes with her character. Like I like it, but having a cape like that feels a bit counterintuitive

Also the things in her hair are supposed to be like the toppings on the cheesecake

Honestly, I don’t really have much to say on Baklava here when it comes to design. I just kind of ended up making her

I think she looks good enough, but she wasn’t particularly inspired, and I feel like she isn’t my best. Sorry about that. Hope you like her anyways though

[the-trash-phrog]

The second page is very bloody chat my bad

[xaytheloser]

Bro thinks he's welcome in the Tea Palace 😭😭❗❗❗

they're very silly they give off such Hollyberry and Dark Cacao vibes to me

Corpse Flower Cookie belongs to @aweirdbeanbag :33

Da Hong Pao Cookie belongs to meeeeeeee :3

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

I think your marriage with Corpse Flower becoming less and less ironic by the day...../j

oh yeah no we're wed officially did you miss the wedding

[foxsartdump]

stuck at home sick so because i didnt go to uni today i decided to draw them, theyd be primrose cookie, wolfsbane cookie and corpse flower cookie

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ where were you, before we met? ]❜

ft. mr tumnus x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia

╰₊✧ tumnus encounters an unconscious stranger in the snow, a flower nymph┊1.7k words

setting: the age of winter (the lion, the witch, & the wardrobe) contains: love at first sight for tumnus, talks of species extinction, flowers are the reader’s choice, probably inaccurate lore, mentions/implications of death (?), rushed ending

➤ author's note: why are there so few tumnus fics when he’s so cute?

the faun wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, finding a young woman lying asleep in the freezing with nothing but a thin, tattered coat and surrounding snow to protect you. white flakes stuck to your hair and eyelashes, completely unmoving and making him fear that he came across a corpse while exploring the woods too deeply. he had to examine you more closely to check if you were still alive and jumped back when he found that you were indeed still breathing, feverish to the touch even instead of being as cold as stone. he certainly couldn’t just leave you here to die when you were clearly not built to endure the cold like he was, so he was quick to drop everything he was doing to carry you in his arms and bring you back to his humble abode.

he almost assumed that you were another daughter of eve at first glance, but now that he was looking more closely, he could see that you weren’t. besides, the chances of meeting another human just like the day before were even lower than impossible than meeting miss lucy pevensie before. you had pointed, leaf-like ears and barely noticeable green vine patterns swirling all over your skin. there was something enchanting about you that he couldn’t quite explain, an ancient and whimsical charm that sparkled in you with the beauty of a siren. despite not knowing your name, voice, or even eye color, he felt a strange connection to you as if he once met you in a dream. he didn’t understand why he felt this way, why his heart was beating do quickly for a stranger he was saving, but perhaps it was fated for the two of you to cross paths.

he was concerned about the fact that you didn’t come to at all while he was transporting you, not even so much as a twitch of the nose. he half-expected you to start squirming or maybe even attack him out of panic, but you were as still as sleeping beauty until he set you down in his armchair and started the fire before tossing a woolen blanket over you. he watched you anxiously while making something hot to drink, not sure how you would react to waking up in a strange place with a strange narnian.

the heat of the flames melted away the rigidness of your body and the remnants of snow that clung to you, returning the sensitivity of your nerves and allowing you to feel the softness of the fabrics you were enveloped in. you stirred in place before finally opening your eyes, looking confused on how you woke up in someone’s home when you collapsed in the forest. movement in the far corner caught your attention, slowly turning your head to find a handsome, shy-looking faun bringing you a cup of tea with a few cookies on the same tray.

“oh, you’re awake! here, have some tea, you’ll need your strength,” he hastily placed everything on the table next to you and went to tend to the fire, almost as if he was scared to speak to you face-to-face. “i’m sorry for dragging you all this way, you seemed awfully cold in this weather�� well, it’s been this weather since forever and you actually seemed awfully lifeless— my name is tumnus, by the way,” he promptly smacked his face, realizing that he had started rambling and said something inappropriate for the situation by saying you looked ‘lifeless’. why does he always lose composure so easily?

you opened your mouth to thank him for saving you, but you were unable to speak, your voice being hoarse and your throat drier than a dessert. embarrassed, you simply picked up the cup and drank the entire thing without sparing a single drop, the piping hot liquid providing a soothing remedy for all of your ailments and the floral aroma healing you. all the tension in your body was released and any previous anxieties you might have had about the faun vanished, quickly replaced with gratitude to him for saving your life. besides, such an adorably kind fellow who lives in such a quaint space and gives such wonderful handmade treats couldn’t possibly have bad intentions or have done anything punishable by the law like treason!

with renewed vitality, the dull green marking your skin began to glow a viridescent emerald and flowers began to bloom, entangling with your locks as well as sprouting in small groups all over the ground of the hallowed cave. tumnus could only look in amazement, both at how beautiful you were and at the sudden appearance of plants in his home. he carefully touched the delicate petals of the new growth and felt a strong sense of nostalgia, remembering a memory that he thought was long lost of his father wrestling in the grass with him in a grassy field littered with the same blossoms that were currently flourishing. it brought so much color to the place and it felt so nice to have more living things in his place, but he paused and looked up at you in wonder, “i thought… i thought all of the flower nymphs died out a year after the age of winter started.”

“i don’t know how either, i simply woke up from a deep sleep and started running until i passed out from exhaustion when i realized that there wasn’t anyone around for miles,” you explained, moving the blanket off of you now that you were at a much more comfortable temperature. “it was like i was hibernating until i woke up in an empty cave, but the last thing i remember was…” your eyes suddenly flashed with fear, “that woman… jadis… is she the reason it’s still snowing when it should be spring right now? i… sort of recall…”

“well. she’s actually known as the ‘white witch’ now,” he scoffed, unsure of when he grew the balls to talk poorly of her when just the thought of her terrified him, “and depending on who you ask, she’s the queen of narnia… for the past hundred years…”

“a hundred years… i’ve been asleep for a hundred years?” you gasped and stood up so quickly that you felt lightheaded, nearly falling over in the process and making the faun run over to catch you before settling you back into the chair. “i need to go! i need to look for my family and friends!”

“but you don’t even know if they are still alive! as far as everyone else knows— as far as i knew until a few minutes ago, flower nymphs have been extinct! the tree nymphs have picked their sides in the war while water nymphs have been frozen under the ice! besides, i shudder to think of what she’ll do if she finds you when rumors have it that she kills anyone or anything that reminds her of other seasons when they’ve been banned.”

the mere concept of an entire season being banned used to be laughable as all four seasons were harmonized and perfectly balanced, but now it was a very real nightmare in naria now that there is a new ruler… or at least she’s new to you. you began to tear up at the thought that everyone you once knew could be dead unless a miracle had occurred like it did with you, a miracle that you couldn’t even explain since you knew nothing about it. all of the creatures that live under the water could survive the winter season as they always have, but that was only for a handful of months… could any of them withstand an entire century or were their corpses simply frozen in time under the sheets of ice?

he placed his hand over yours, calming your racing thoughts and recapturing your attention. something about him was so warm and comforting, immediately putting you at ease when you looked into his eyes that told you that everything would be fine. you took a deep breath and just savored the feeling of being safe, unsure why someone you’ve known for not even a fraction of the day made you feel secure, but it was completely welcome in this time of stress and turmoil.

“look, things are going to change soon,” he hasn’t told this to anyone yet, and he really shouldn’t be spilling at all, but he trusted you and was within the walls of his own home. “yesterday, i befriended a daughter of eve— a human named lucy pevensie,” he continued whispering as your eyes widened at the information. “she and her family may be the ones from the prophecy, the ones who will end the reign of the white witch and bring spring back to narina— but you mustn’t tell a soul.”

he made you pinky swear on it before you giggled, “i don’t have a soul to tell it to! i don’t even have a place to stay for the night!”

“you can stay with me! i-it’s not much, but it would be great to have company!” he blushed when he realized what he was offering you, but he doesn’t think he would have proposed this to anyone else. he barely knows a thing about you, but it didn’t really matter to him since it felt so natural. “o-only if you want to… of course…”

“that would be lovely,” you beamed a smile before it exploded into full-blown laughter that was so contagious that he laughed along with you. “prehaps i can even meet this ‘lucy pevensie’ soon!”

“oh, i know she would absolutely adore you!”

his cold, dark residence illuminated by nothing but the fireplace and candles suddenly seemed so bright, and you made him feel so much warmer than he has ever felt in a hundred years— he didn’t think it was possible yesterday, yet he had been proven wrong. he didn’t know if he was even allowed to feel such happiness when he once considered handing a young girl over to the secret police, but it wasn’t something that he was thinking about right now. all he was thinking about was how wonderful the past two days have been.

if only this warmth could have lasted forever… he could only hope that the young humans will keep you safe while he’s rotting in prison and that the two of you will be reunited soon…

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Law x reader where they both survive Flevence together and Law cures the reader after gaining his powers? Something where they are getting into trouble with Shachi Penguin and Bepo as teens or comforting each other about their residual vitiligo left behind from white lead disease?

He there and thanks so much for this request. I had trouble thinking how i should approach it. So i hope you like it <3

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First Times- Law x reader

The first time I met y/n was back at home. She was friends with my sister Lami and I have no clue why. Y/N was younger than me but a troublemaker with a soft spot for my sister.  The moment Lami fell sick she was there for her. Bringing her flowers or self made cookies. Reading her books or telling her stories. She didn’t care if she would get infected as well at this moment. Lami was her number one priority and I respected her for this. She never had any friends except for my sister and even tho she was bullying others and decided to prank me from time to time, she loved my sister dearly.

The first time we held hands were after I managed to escape the quarantine. I was hiding under dead bodies and then I heard a soft whimper beside me. Without moving too much I saw y/n laying there. Under corpses as well. She was trembling, whimpering, trying to be silent so she could live. Without realizing what I was doing I reached out to her, held her hand and drew smoothing circles on her hands. She shrieked. panic and fear was in her eyes but as soon she realized it was me, she calmed down. We escaped together, hand in hand. We will be in it together. “We’ll escape together. No matter what.” I whispered. 

We approached the Donquixote Pirates, our wish to destroy as much of the world we could, seeking revenge was our will to live. Whenever Baby 5 and Buffalo would insult us or punch me, y/n was there to protect me. She was glaring at them, threatening them. She bullied them whenever she could. She learned to fight and she was pretty good at it. A fast learner. She disrespected me as well, but I had her back. Y/N covered me when I stabbed Corazon from behind. Threatening to kill Buffalo if he would tell the others. This was the first time I knew that I could trust her. Time passed and she joined Cora and me. Saving me from the white lead disease. “You saved my life back there. The least I can do is stay by your side. Lami would’ve wanted it as well.” I groaned after hearing those words but I was still glad that I wasn’t alone.

The white lead disease spread across her body as well after a few months, but she hadn’t any pain or anything else. As soon as I lost consciousness, y/n hugged me tight while we were sailing to the next island. We knew where the OP-OP-Fruit was. We just had to get our hands on it. After I ate it, I tried my best to save Cora but I had no idea how to use this power nor how to activate it. Later on, as Cora trapped us in a chest and silenced us, I knew that she was lying earlier as soon as she collapsed with heavy breathing. She was on the edge of death, but she tried to be strong for me. In this moment I hugged her tightly, activating my power and healed her.

Soon after we left and we could hear each other cries, we turned towards each other. We knew we lost him for good. We cried while hugging us tight. Later on we met two boys bullying a..polar bear? I wanted to use my power to help him, but y/n was faster. “Gimme the bat. You idiots can’t even hold it properly.” I was smirking. She was still a troublemaker.  Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, y/n and I were a little family thanks to Wolf. Y/n encouraged Penguin and Shachi doing pranks and it was kinda annoying. You three had a special bond and it made me a little jealous. Especially whenever they comfort you, when you feel unsure about the vitiligo left behind from white lead disease. Penguin and Shachi tell her that the white spots on her skin makes her even prettier. They were right though.  We both felt insecure about it, but our friends helped us, comforted us. Hearing your voice, words of comfort from you, I felt even happier.

One day, after we fought off the pirates I acknowledged my feelings for her. She was wounded after our fights, trying to protect me. I was healing her. My hands were shaking. “Stay awake, you hear me. I can’t lose you too. I like you too much for it.” Y/N just grinned at me. “Huh, so you fell for me, right?” She was precious to me. I tried my best to kept her alive and I did.

We entered the Polar Tang as a crew for the first time and I was looking at this beautiful scenery before my eyes, until I heard footsteps. You were standing beside me, smiling lightly. We weren’t kids anymore, we were adults now. You turned towards me, with a bigger smile. “So I guess we could agree that I’ll be your first mate. Isn’t it right, Captain?” She asked as she grinned at me. I couldn’t help but smirk as well. “Absolutely not. You are crazy.” We were laughing and I looked into her eyes. “But you could be my first kiss tho.” I whispered but she smiled at me. She was the most beautiful person to me at that very moment. “Anything for you, captain.” She said leaning in. We shared so many first times together and I was grateful that I found someone who will be on my side forever. 

[edgessunflower]

Baker's love

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You and Damian enjoy your shared love of baking together

You and Damian shared tender looks and soft laughter as the two of you stood next to each other while he rolled out dough and you stirred mix together to bake treats for the evening and surprising each other with homemade desserts after finding out how much you both liked to bake with the two of you being together for the last three months after being set up on a blind date thanks to Rhea. Damian put his dessert in the oven while you sprinkled edible lavender flowers and sunflower oil into the mix for your dessert before putting them in molds then in the oven leading to the next hour of checking and turning your treats in the oven over halfway through until both were done leading to him sprinkling white powdered sugar over his pastry and you putting vanilla ice cream over your chocolate chip cookie pancakes before you each grabbed a plate and tried the other's dessert and both of you instantly melting at the flavors and you were surprised when you found out that there was cheese in his pastry, "They're called Quesitos, they're the most popular and common dessert in Puerto Rico" you smiled hearing that he had made something not just close to his heart but part of his culture and heritage feeling your heart swell that he shared something so tender and close to him with you while he took a second bite of your cookie pancakes and the vanilla ice cream on top giggling softly when he lifted you in his arm and took you to the couch bringing both desserts with the two of you while snuggling together. The two of you ate and shared the desserts together while watching Halloween movies together going back and forth between your favorites from Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, and The conjuring to Nightmare before Christmas, Corpse bride, and The crow with different movies in between each one including Trap, Edward Scissorhands, Casper, and Scooby Doo sharing soft kisses while holding hands molded together under a warm blanket with your head on his chest while his other hand ran through your hair then in circles along your back for the next half hour, he smiled softly when he looked down to find you dozing off after sipping on a milkshake leading to him carrying you upstairs and gently stripping you down before putting one of his rock shirts and boxers on you and tucked you under the comforter as he stripped down to his boxers and quietly laid beside you pulling you into his arms kissing your forehead before falling asleep a second later.

[15depressedducks]

Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C17

Why? Why? Why?WHy?WHy?WHY!WHY!WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY- No, Breath, Your calm, Your stable, Your professional. Don’t pay it any mind! She is just a toy, something that will break soon! They’ll learn to not get attached! 

First it was N. He is the one responsible for this. But that wasn’t unexpected! What was unexpected was V. She got weak, and caved for it. It’s her fault! Not mine! 

Then N decided to fight back! To not listen to me! So I let him go, and then he thinks he can KEEP DOING IT!? THEN V!? Then N thinks he can walk away from me in thE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION! THEN HE THREATENED ME AND THEN TO CHOP OFF MY AR- “N! WAKE UP! LET GO!” What’s going on down there? 

J peaked over her nest. Was one not enough?… Oh, no they had the pile of scrap between them, so cuddles, fun.

“N! Please!”

“Ehehehee! But you're the one who did it!”

“No! You were!”

“Well the other ni-” N teased.

“Shut it! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!” Ugh, she sounds like a child, ironic really. N moved away from her.

“Now, let me think about what we cou-Ghak! Uzi!” The thing had jumped onto V. Heh. Deserved~! She smirked to herself.

“Hehe! I got you mom!” J’s brows furrowed. M-Mom?! Did V encourage this?! No, she didn’t, it looked like she locked up when it said that…

“Come on Z, Leave V alone.” N spoke softly.

“Awh, she never plays with us!” It was sitting on V, arms crossed and pouting.

“Get off me or I’ll leave you in N’s nest.” V said in a gruff voice.

“N will just get me!” It had a smirk on its face.

“Not if I do it when he’s gone~!” she moved her head around.

V made eye contact with J, then displayed ‘TTYL’ on her visor. What in the corporate agreement is she on about? V looked back to her makeshift family.

J frowned her brow. Tired from looking at the happy gross family she crawled back into her nest. She began to move some blankets around till she found a wooden chest made for toys. She opened it up, inside were some fabric and stuffed animals. Small and big, accurate and colorful, old and new.

The fabric that was in there was light blue plaid on a white background, soft mint green with lilac dots on it, and a light orange with a moody pink in the pattern called hound’s tooth.

She had a variety of animals: a dark blue bat that needed to be fixed, a lama with pink wool, a brown wyvern that you could shape and twist, a gray wolf with blue eyes and white patterns, a human-ish black cat sitting down with gray toe beans and green button eyes, a shark with a 6-pack, a blahaj, a penguin that had a rabbit eared hoodie, a black blob that looked like a gingerbread cookie with white circles for eyes, a normal zebra that had rainbow stars on it’s fur, and a light blue whale.

J grabbed the whale and held it tight. Tears formed as she put the chest away. She curled up with the whale and cried quietly.

They are replacing me.

They want me gone.

They think I'm useless.

They should kill me.

They have a replacement already.

They know what to do.

I was too rough.

I was too rude.

I was too heartless.

I was too careless.

I was too self centered.

I was too blind.

No one cares.

No one wants me.

No one is here.

No one is warm.

No one is looking for me.

No one wants me.

Why did I have to come back.

Why did I have to be so rude.

Why did I have to hurt them.

Why did I have to live again.

Why did I have to forget my life.

Why did I have to feel.

I should have died.

I should have stayed in the pile of corpses.

I should have had the elliots kill me.

I should have helped.

I should have been kind.

I should have fought harder.

What’s the point.

What’s the meaning.

What’s the purpose of me.

What’s the end goal.

What’s the way to stop hurting.

What’s the meaning of safety for me.

What’s the life I want.

I’m broken.

I’m unrepairable.

I’m unfixable.

I’m hurt.

I’m hollow.

I’m a shadow.

Something that should be left.

Something that should be broken.

Something that should be hurt.

Something that should be killed.

Something that should be gone.

Something that should be forgotten.

J clenched her teeth, it played like static in her mind. She felt like she was being consumed by a void. She grabbed her tail and stabbed her hand, she barely flinched from the pain. She let her hand decay. It was a weak pain, one she was used to.

It had melted so much to the point she couldn't move her fingers. It left a nice round circle before J popped it in her mouth. Her mind began to wander again.

Heart pulled from her chest slowly, feeling all the pain.

An empty shell.

Deader than the trees.

Deader than the humans.

Deader than the drones she had killed.

She was falling without her wings.

Some days the sun didn't seem half bad.

She could be free.

She could stop living in this hell.

Not forced to be a sheep to the Shepherd.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd is to blame for this hell.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd thinks it's a game.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd slaughters those it dislikes.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd uses us like toys.

The Shepherd.

The Shepherd.

J cried herself to sleep, thoughts just looping over and over. 

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J woke up groggy. Something must have woken me… She shoved the whale under her pillows and she saw V’s claw pulling her up. Oh, right, she wanted to talk.

“What do you want?” J spat out

“Are you ok?” V looked at her with a concerned look. No, don’t break now, stay strong, stay resilient.

“I’m fine,” J said duly.

“You don’t look fine… Your hair is a mess, your clothes are wrinkled, I heard you cry early, so let me ask this again. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” J snapped back, she bared her teeth. “And I wasn’t crying!”

“We both know that I have the best hearing here, so do you want to try that again?”

“I’m Fine.” A low growl emerged from her voice box.

V looked unamused. “Follow me.”

“Why.”

“I said we would talk, now follow, I have stuff to show you.”

J just glared at her, tail flicking around.

“Do it or I’ll carry you like a kid” V firmly told J.

“... Fine…”

“Thank you, now follow.”

V glided down to the bed they had dragged in. J followed suit.

“Sit. I need to grab something.”

J sat on the bed. N was playing with the trash pile. Oh company leadership, what does she want from me. 

J waited for V. Is she going to tell me that I need to leave? That I’m replaced? Of course she will, what else would she want to talk about.

When V came back, she had a box with a handle.

“What’s in there?” J watched the box as it was placed down on the bed, eyeing it as if it would move without supervision on it.

“Just some stuff.” V sat down beside J and began rummaging through the box. She pulled out a hair brush.

“While we talk I'm fixing your hair.”

“I can do that myself thank you very much.”

“No.” V reached for the bow that held her hair in place.

“No! Stop! I can do it!” J swatted her hand away.

“The only reason you haven’t is because you don’t know how to do it.” V pulled the bows out, J’s hair fell down.

“I-I can!”

“If I remember correctly, you always asked for someone else to do it.”

“I-Uh-Fine, you can.”

While V brushed J’s hair they talked.

“So what’s going on?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I know you dislike Uzi, But why?” V talked in a soft tone.

“Because we need to kill her? Why do you like her, hm?” J shot back.

“... I don’t have an answer for you, I don’t even have an answer for myself.”

“Besides, I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“I think it’d help you to talk. I know it’s not the kid, but it’s something.”

“It is the kid, It’s what she means.”

“Then what does she mean to you?”

J snarled “She’s a replacement.”

“How?”

“You guys hate me, it was just a matter of time until you replaced me.” J said coldly.

V was stunned.

“How can you be replaced?”

“She’s a better candidate in your mind, of course you’d pick her over me.”

“Why can’t we have 4 drones? Why does it need to be 3?”

“... She is a replacement. Stop it.”

“You need to stop it!”

“Would she even like me. I've attacked her 3 times, well tried to.”

“She would…” V stopped brushing J’s hair to grab something from her box. She pulled out a piece of folded up paper and handed it to J.

J took the paper and opened it up. It was a drawing with 3 tall drones and a short one. Above them read ‘My FmiLEy’ and below each drone was a name. From left to right it read  ‘moM    mE    dAd    ANT’.

“One of you told her to make this, or N did.”

“No… She made it herself… She considers you a part of her family.” V started to brush again.

“You told her to add me.”

“No, she chose to add you and call you her aunt.”

And that was the stick that broke the camel's back.

The tears fell slowly, but became rapid. She leaned into V, cries becoming soft but audible.

“Oh-Ah, you were holding it all back, huh?”

“Y-Yeah”

V started to pat her back “There there, you're fine, you're safe, I’m right here.”

J sobbed, hard.

“I-I just don’t want t-to be Forgotten…Replaced…Useless…Hurt…Killed. I just want to be helpful, not a disappointment, something that should be thrown away.”

“I promise you won’t” and a wave of calm washed over J. She stopped sobbing as hard. She melted into V, finding comfort in it. She felt drowsy.

“How d-do I know th-that for sure?”

“... You don’t, and there is no real way to prove it, but, you just have to trust…”

“But I don’t want to misplace my trust…” Not again…

“Sometimes, we have to take leaps of faith, if we don’t then, we’d be stuck.”

“Yea…”

“I think a way you could express your worries could be through poetry…”

“I'll consider it…”

V comforted J for sometime. J was lightly sleeping on her when she felt something grab her leg.

“Don’t kick, just look…” V whispered.

J opened her eyes, the thi-Uzi, Uzi had grabbed her leg and was smiling up at her.

“H-Hello?” Her voice was sore from crying. “W-What are you doing?” J looked at her quizzically.

“Hugging you! You looked like you needed one.” Her smile was so large and happy.

J’s expression softened. She is putting all her trust in me to not hurt her. 

Did she misplace her trust?

Did she worry about being replaced?

Did she block off all connections to her family?

Did she harm herself?

Did she hurt others?

Did she do anything I did to myself?

Did she do anything that I did to them?

No.

No she didn’t.

No she won’t.

So I’ll try to learn from her.

So I’ll try to play with her.

So I’ll try to be close.

So I’ll try to forget my worries.

So I’ll try to forgive them.

So I’ll try to care for them too.

So I’ll try to be better.

Just like her.

“Y-Yea,”

“I think I do…”

[forgotten-four-askblog]

A fascinating place with fascinating Cookies! ... But when will we meet the Ruler?

[quibbs126]

Can I request you draw one of my freaks(I think you know which freak)/lh nf

This one?

[the-trash-phrog]

The wind was so bad today I genuinely almost flew away

[nullyisgoinginsane]

I find posts where the soulsborne protag is being silly/doing something silly funny like that little skrunko is eating cookies out of a 'no protags' cookie jar and then it could turn around and find a way to kill death incarnate and then pick flowers for an npc and frolic in either a field of grass or horribly brutalised corpses

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Obsessed Song

Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader

warning : obsession, religion, kissing, implied naive reader, implied murder

Summary : The sound of love can quickly become a symphony of passion, especially in the case of the divinely appointed Judge Claude Frollo, who will have this lovely flower in his clutches no matter what has to be done.

Info : So I'm back with another Frollo story and it took so long to write again for him. So for myself and you all here it is a new ,,sweet" story for our fav Judge ;)

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A sound so fine and bright reached his ears again, he heard the sound coming from her room. At the judge's request, he always made her play, her bewitching sound wafted through his house and even the guards outside, he knew with disgust, listened to her play.

But her beauty would be his. She would be his. Once he had her in his clutches he could lay his hands on her and place the golden ring on her fingers. All that was needed was the help of the Archdeacon, his word spoken, this angel would be his.

The slow plucking of the harp let him know that she was waiting for him, dutifully following his command. Glancing out of the window, the city lay bathed in the golden sun of the afternoon. The inhabitants full of sin, sin he did not have, unlike them, he was true.

His word was law since he had this place since he had taken in this freak, he was the judge. The judge who was invited to tea one day in the courtyard of the Archdeckan, the two of them talking about the new affairs of the city. He took a sip from the expensive porcelain cup and almost choked on the warm drink.

An eye-candy of a delicate woman came out of the house to the inn, carrying a silver tray with cookies and pastries. ,,Tell me, sweet lady, did you make these delicious treats?" He had asked then, rising from his seat and bowing to her curtsy, kissing the back of her hand and giving her a gentle smile. The fire, the knowledge of betterment, had burned in him.

He had feasted on her heated cheeks, the uncertain, slightly shy smile, the hands hastily hidden behind her back, a lady who became full of shame in the face of her lord. Her immaculateness, her innocence in that moment when he had seen her in the courtyard he knew he wanted her no he had to have her there was no other way.

It was easier to convince the Archdeacon that this beautiful flower of the city could play for the King of France with his connections that went high into the monarch's palace, he could make it happen. ,,But until then, I would teach her personally," he had told his old acquaintance before leading the pretty girl from her room to the carriage.

Sitting opposite her in the carriage, he had seen her nervous look, so full of innocence that he knew she knew nothing but the 'safe' part of the city. ,,You're nervous don't worry my dear I'll have you home safely" he assured her and with a knock on the wood of the carriage it started to move.

The horses whinnied as the crack of the whip sounded, reminding him for a moment of torture in the cellars. The cellar in which he had left his own corpses and wilted flowers. But no, he wouldn't hurt her, at least not until she tried to give her flowers to someone else.

His rings on his fingers he knew the feeling of placing them around the warm soft neck of a woman. It was an ecstasy he felt every time he was God at that moment. He would do it again if he had to, and his he would take her sweet sounds her sweetness if she threatened to leave him. But this time something told him that this would not happen. He would not allow it.

One thing that made his darling sway as the carriage turned a sharp corner and her failure to hold on caused her to move forward. Her hand rested against his leg while he held her other hand against her, a closeness she was not used to, as he quickly realized.

She seemed to burn in his fire, the sweet scent of rosewater familiar and yet addictive. ,,I'm sorry-I'm sorry my lord," she mumbled, trying to disengage as she took in his presence and realized what she was doing here.

Frollo, on the other hand, had held her for a moment, slowly letting his hand wander over hers, supposedly searching for an injury before he slowly released her. ,,The main thing is that you haven't hurt yourselves, my darling," he assured her and saw with a suppressed grin that she was only now taking her hand from him, too, savoring his closeness to the last moment.

He was convinced of it. But he himself had felt her rapid heartbeat, her hand on him, she wanted it, she wanted him, she wanted to plunge into a sin that he had brought forth. For a flower tainted by sin and impurity would only become pure again under the finest holy light.

Turning his gaze away from the window and back to the present, he took the wine with him that he wanted to fetch from the wooden cupboard in the kitchen.

The fine metal of the goblets rang in the room as he turned away and walked back to her in the music room with the things in his hands. ,,I'm back my dear, a little nourishment for an exhausted body," he said softly and placed the objects on one of the finely crafted wooden tables before the music died out seconds later and he saw her put down her harp and come back to him in the corner of his eye.

,,Thank you my lord father was right I can't thank you enough…your kindness and graciousness not every lady of Paris can say she was taught by someone like you" came her praise her modesty made her hastily reach for her goblet for fear of making a promise and saying something else.

But he enjoyed her talk, he enjoyed everything about her and knew she would continue, he had already accompanied her on the harpsichord, helping her to keep the melody. He saw exactly how the wine slightly discolored her lips if the sweetish red had not been dark enough like blood, like that on the lips of the whores on the streets.

No she was different it was like playing with fire and he was going to burn it all down if it meant she stayed with him. He became her only source of life. ,,Continue your playing dear, I will guide your posture," he commanded and took the goblet from her hand before she picked up the harp again and let her fingers wander over the sides.

The notes rang out again from the room and traveled through the house, but Frollo was full of admiration. ,,Very good…like god's angels in the holy realm…but still the weight of sin," he praised before noticing how she held her arm too high, ruining her form and disturbing the image of beauty.

Moving closer to her, his fine, cool fingers tipped with rhinestones placed themselves on her arm, directing her into the perfect position as he almost pressed himself against her, smelling her sweet scent from her hair and body.

The angle allowed him to look at her chest because of his height, a sight of her undressed body in his mind that he would get either way once he became her one and only once the ring was on her finger. But he pulled himself together to unleash his will on her now, the fire of hell would burn her now. Like everything, it still needed a little time.

He released his fingers from her corrected arm and placed his hand on her playing hand, holding her tightly while his other hand went to her hip. The movement was so light as a breeze that an outsider would not really notice it. But he noticed it, he knew that she felt him touching her, enjoying her, letting the symphony play through the room, losing himself in the mix and never wanting to stop.

Having her so close to him was irresistible. Irresistible but not infinite when he realized that the guards were announcing the carriage at the door and had to snatch his pretty note, his body, his song away from him again.

But with the fading of her harp playing, he reluctantly detached himself from her, ,,You have improved a lot, lovely girl," he praised her as she wrapped up her harp and curtseyed to him, thanking him for his praise and patience before taking her hand again.

He left a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before he released her from her cage and let her go to the carriage to the outside world. But he was sure that the next time they met, the golden ring on her finger would form a key that would lock her sound in his house. Then he would have her for himself forever.

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[c00kietin]

MORE OLD ART!! I was going to save this for tomorrow but I'm feelin nice >:] (part one to this here!)

These two baddies asdfjasksajdak- my favourite flowers are rafflesia and corpse flowers soooo yeah- I find it really funny how I said that Ruth has no friends cuz he smells awful lmao.

Honestly I kinda want to redesign her- I picture her being strict and hot-headed, and also I went through a phase of drawing plant people hence these three ocs lol

I'm gonna praise myself, these actually look pretty good- especially Sorbet Shark Cookie, I'm happy with how they turned out! :D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH I LOVE THIS GUY!! Although I don't know any Japanese so it may just be a safer option to have them be non-verbal or speak very basically instead so I don't mess up on translations <:D

Also,

Just a lil heads up,

the next one may be a little bit creepy-

And it may have something to do with sheep so sorry Marlon if you see this ;-;

Oooh look at me trying to be edgy/j

Note how I cropped the image because of how terrible the hand on this looked-

After that creepy one, I have this doodle of me blabbering on about phobias to my dear friend Yercat (I'm pretty sure I've traumatised her/j)

And y'know what she decided to draw in response?

You really want to know?

Drawn by Yercat of a picture of me traumatised <3