#crepe gushing

[monards]

''I am glad that my insane rhine & hexen fixation is nice and important in someway to someone''

It's me, the anon who was talking about Rhine lore, think it's about time I came off anon to say:

YOU CURED MY WRITERS BLOCK WITH YOUR FIXATION SO THANK YOU <33

No fr though don't stop making these cute (heartbreaking) little hcs and ideas please you are just. so. jhsjuhdjhsjdh <3

:D

OAWJOAWHOHADUOHAWOUDHAOWUHODAWUH OHMYGOD/ FIRST OF ALL. ANON REVEAL !!!! ON THE SECONDHNAD. HELLO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO SWEET !!!!!!!!!!! MCRYING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!1 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 thisis going in my top most favorite asks of all time. awhuawhuh !!!!!!!!!!! it makes me super happy knowing that at least some of my posts are able to help or. be entertaining. to somebody. and hello!!!!! you are!!!! a writer !!!!!!! if you ever post your work or want to share it,, i would be very happy and interested to read it.!!!! besides that. again. THANKYOUU !!!!! i will do my most to keep up with my rhine & hexenposts for as long as my brain lets me !!!!!!!!!!!! much much love to you, i hope you have the greatest week and have fun writing !!!!

[scftizuku]

Bakudeku and Togachako have a double date, during which they get crepes at an amusement park. Deku and Uraraka gushes over how amazing their partners are and how they both first got into a relationship.

[mismefancy]

I miss Buddy Daddies..

Screw it, I'll make a very long headcanon for it!

So you know how in the anime there is this running joke about Kazuki exaggeratedly crying or squealing anytime Miri does anything adorable or when Rei does something out of character for Kazu? Lol

Miri buying a crepe for him, Rei attempting at making food for Miri's sport's festival, or Miri's reason for picking her two papas during the race, etc. He becomes overdramatic, cartoonishly big crying eyes as he squeals in excitement or absolute awe. Just a proud stage stagemom and it makes you laugh at the wholesome hilarity of it all.

....So what if one time he does the opposite? : )

Let me give you a scenario:

Timeskip to 10 years later. They may have left their life of crime, but Kazuki's dramatic ass still stays intact, lol. He still happily gushes at their small yet meaningful accomplishments, he still dramatically wails anytime Miri or Rei do something nice for him, he's still the same overdramatic king that he is.

And then one random morning, Miri and Rei just want to do something nice for him. Not for his birthday, Christmas, anniversary, heck not even when he's dying from a cold or something. They just want to do something for him because they can.

Again, it's nothing much. It's just a simple breakfast in bed they want to prepare. It's eggs and bacon with a flower in a vase because it's cute. When Kazuki wakes up, both his partner and teenage daughter simply greet him a good morning and present to him a little breakfast they made for him. They anticipate the overreaction he usually does, the dramatic crying or exclaims, but it doesn't happen.

Well the crying happens, but it's not boisterous or loud. Instead it's just Kazuki quietly looking at the meal before him with tears just slowly falling on his cheeks, a face filled with shock yet still so subtle. The two of them are confused, worried. Did they do something wrong? Why is he crying so silently?

Even Kazuki himself wonders why he's crying? He should be happy, or better yet he should all over the place by now. He is happy. So immensely happy of this gesture. And yet, his first reaction was to cry.

Maybe it's because of the simplicity of it all. Everything at this moment was just so domestic to him, he never fully stopped to grasp the idea that this is their whole life now: Working in their very own diner with a daughter he grew to love and a partner who he learns to trust over the past 13 years they knew each other. They were a family. He never thought he could have a family. He never thought he would be given another chance to even have one again. He thought his late wife and unborn child would be the last experience of normalcy and love he could ever experience again.

And yet here he was with that chance, and he would be damned fool to let go of that chance, to cherish this new life. He quietly thanks Miri for making his life so much livelier, he thanks Rei for never giving up on them when he himself nearly did, he thanks them both for filling his heart with so much unimaginable amounts of love and care.

And so he looks at the two worried individuals before him, and he gives them a soft smile through his tears. He whispers to them that he loves their surprise. He loves them.

Miri does not hesitate to throw herself into his arms, softly giggling as she does it. Rei's not too far behind as he sits down by his side, leaning his body towards him as he wraps an arm around his shoulders, just like how he usually does it to Rei. Kazuki holds them close in his arms and in his heart.

Rei and Miri share the same look; The reaction was unexpected, but they call it a mission accomplish anyways.

...Anyways I love them-

[gojifan97]

Hawks stared blankly at his sister, who stared right back.

He’d barely spoken to her…ever. Since discovering her existence, Keigo had mostly avoided her, partly out of orders and partly because it was just so…awkward. One minute he was an only child, the next he had a sister he’d never heard of who’d been more or less trained since birth. He had no idea how to begin unpacking that can of worms.  Sora for her part had done the same, keeping him at a distance.

Until now.

What could be so important for her to approach him? Why did she need to break the silence? A desire to connect with family? A threat looming over the horizon? Or maybe even-

“I need romantic advice.”

Or the worst scenario possible. Worse than a hundred villains coming for them, worse than her assassinating him, worse than getting sent to Tartarus itself! Using his many years of hard training, Hawks hid his reaction behind a casual smile, “Romance huh?”

Much to his despair, his teenage sister nodded. “I like a boy. He’s a close friend and I would like to date him. I tried asking…other sources but they weren’t helpful. So, I came to you.” Her face was neutral, and her tone blank and business-like. However, Hawks’ keen eye noticed the slight twitching of her wings, as well as the tension her shoulders.

She was uncomfortable. And that meant she was serious.  

Oh no.

Publicly, Hawks was known for being confident, personable, even flirty, with paparazzi watching his every move for gossip. But like many things about Hawks, him, looks were deceiving.

Beneath the charm and wit was a man who’s experience with romance resembled something between a dumpster fire and an atomic blast. You had to look hard to find someone with worse taste than him.

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“You were asking me for…romantic advice Izuku?”

“Yes mom. I just wanted to know, HYPOTHETICALLY OF COURSE, what I should do if I like a girl?” 

“I see.” In the words of Mitsuki: FUUUUUUU-

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Yeah, you’d really have to try.

Alright Hawks, relax. You’ve dealt with villains, the HPSC president, Endeavor, and even the media. A sixteen-year-old girl is not the most dangerous thing you’ve faced, even if she was trained by the Commission. Just give her enough so she knows what to avoid while sparing her the scarring details. Easy!

“Alright,” he said. “First of all…” This is it. “Don’t date villains.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t asking to. Also, shouldn’t that be obvious?”

Keigo nervously laughed. This is gonna be painful.

“Well of course! But…some teenagers just make really really bad decisions!” 

Sora huffed. “Now you’re sounding like Nagant when she tells me, ‘don’t sign deals with shady government officials’.”

“Right…” Hawks scratched his neck. “Another important thing to remember is that while fights aren’t necessarily unhealthy, if it involves actually trying to murder each other then that’s a good sign this isn’t going to work out.”

“Why would you even need to point that out?”

“Trying to violently maim each other is also a bad sign.”

“I just want advice on how to confess and go on a date!” Sora said. “Can. You. Manage. That?”

“Oh sure!” Keigo said. “Don’t confess while trying to kill each other. Also, there probably shouldn’t be much profanity in it. And make sure you don’t let him take you to a dark alley away from prying eyes in a part of town where screams of pain are a nightly occurrence.” 

“Yeah, that’s obvious!” she said, her wings flaring slightly. “What are you going to advise next? Not going to his suspiciously soundproofed warehouse with a shallow grave out back?!” 

“Uhhhhhh…” She was already ahead of him! At least this couldn’t be much worse.

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“Remember, dating a villain is inadvisable. Even if he looks really good in a longcoat.”

“Uh, I don’t think she’s a villain? She might’ve been tempted, but ultimately decided against it.”

“That’s good! Just remember to enforce boundaries, like not letting him become a workaholic who refuses to come home except for your son’s birthday and anniversary, and forbid him-her from building a vault that can’t be opened from the inside.”

“In case someone accidentally gets locked inside?”

“Yes, accidentally. Any questions so far?”

“Not really. This just seems really specific and not very applicable to my situation. But don’t worry! I’m sure there’s plenty of wisdom for me to use!” 

I doubt that.

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Keigo carefully went through all of the many many red flags he had ignored (and would likely continue to ignore) in a relationship, all while his sister’s expression went from annoyance, to stone faced stoicism, to slack-jawed horror.

“-And if he offers to help you become a villain-“

“He literally already did the opposite of that! The closest to actually doing it was when he wondered aloud what my Villain name would be.”

“Oh? What did he guess?” Hawks said.

Sora’s face became grave, “Goose.”

Hawks shuddered, his mind briefly filled with those…thing’s unholy honking. Truly, a name of evil.

“Well, as long as he did the opposite he should be fine,” Hawks said. “But don’t let him step on you either. Trust me.”

“Believe me, that is not going to be a problem.”

“Ok, good.” Hawks raked his mind. “I think that’s about it. What did you think?”

 Sora took a deep breath “I think…”

Hawks leaned in.

“That was the single biggest waste of time I have ever experienced, including several meetings with the HPSC. If I was given the choice of being tortured or listening to this again, I’d ask if it was a trick question. If it was between this and breaking my leg, I’d instantly pick the leg! The number of people with worse tastes than you can probably be counted on one hand, and even they could probably manage a relationship better than you can!”

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Inko sneezed.

“Bless you Mom!”

 ____________________________________________________________ 

“That was twenty minutes of my life I am never getting back! You’re more useless than Nagant at romantic advice, and she doesn’t even have friends! I could’ve just gone and asked random people on the street and it would’ve been more useful than this! Honestly, several members of the League are better at romance!”

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All for One sneezed.

__________________________________________________________

“In short, this was a complete disaster from beginning to end that was about as useful as going to Endeavor for tips on parenting!”

Keigo winced. He’d sunk to a new low. Being roasted by his little sister.

Sora took several deep breaths. Finally, she said, “I am going. I will try and forget everything you said, and then figure this out myself.”

“Ok, let me know how it goes?” Keigo said.

Sora said nothing. She simply walked to the window, opened it, then threw herself out in a manner that suggested she would still be doing that if she couldn’t fly.

"#Also I would love Sora asking Hawks about romance"

Funniest part of that is that my impression of Hawks is that despite his stage demeanor, he has zero actual romantic experience. Meaning Sora braved this really awkward conversation only for it to be totally useless.

I think he either has zero experience when it comes to actual romance or, since I low key ship Dabihawks, that the rare relationships that aren't hook ups are just plainly catastrophic so when Sora finally asks him for advice, he is left stunned and speechless and wondering how he can explain to his sister to do the OPPOSITE of everything he would do, but without revealing scarring details.

[00sniff]

Fairly Ghost Parents #2

The three fairies raise their wands and with a tinging sound and a poof of magic Timmys bags are all packed and ready, he hears his dad calling for him down stairs so he grabs his suit case in one hand as Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof turn back into goldfish and jump into there fish bowl that Timmy grabs with his other hand, as he hurrys down the stairs.

he hands his suitcase to his dad for him to find room for in the already stuffed car while he hops in the back seat holding the fish bowl in his lap.

With the car now packed, his dad gets in the drivers seat, and his mom sits in the passenger seat. For the most part, the ride is uneventful.

Timmys parents are engrossed it chating with each other, so as long as he keeps his voice down, he can talk to Cosmo and Wanda, which just looks like a kid chating with his pet goldfishs and poof keeps trying to peep over the fish bowl to see out the window to watch the sites zoom by.

After a few hrs of this, Timmy and poof wound up falling asleep on the car ride up.

As Wanda and Cosmo make goo goo eyes at each other while their boys nap enjoying the alone time.

A few hrs later, Timmy starts to wake up. He yawns and asks his parents how much longer. Both his parents scream in surprise, and his dad swerves the car almost hiting another car in the process, before they clam down, then his mom gives a nervous laugh and mentions that they forgot he was back there but his dad trys to cover it up by saying that it's becaues hes being so quiet and well behaved back there, Timmy gives a weak smile before repeating his question about how much longer.

Both Cosmo and Wanda shoot Timmy's parents' dirty looks at the forgot he was back there comment. "Honestly," Wanda mutters.

"How can two parents be so oblivious to their kid." But she couldn't brood on it for long, as Cosmo swam up in front of her face happily announcing that,"Timmys dad said only an hr left untill they get to their destination, and not a moment to soon" he sighs dramatically I been sitting in this bowl for so long that I can't feel my legs anymore.

Wanda looks over at him, um, Cosmo sweetie, we're goldfish right now. we dont have legs. "Huh," he says, confused, then he looks down and sees only his fish fins. "My legs," he gasped. "There, gone, who took my legs," he sobs Wanda rolled her eyes, but she could not help the smile that creped up on her lips from the attics of her silly but loveing husband's.

she swam over to him and put a fin on his head. "dont worry about it hun" she says. claimly, "your legs will be back as soon as we transform again." Cosmo perked back up at hereing this oh thats a relief.

you're so smart he gushed as he kissed her.

As their smooch ends, Wanda tells Cosmo that she is going to go ahead and wake poof up from his nap, or eles. He's going to be up all night tonight, so she swims into their castel to wake the baby.

Now alone, Cosmo looked up at his godson Timmy and noticed he was wearing a worried expression on his face.

[ficklefics]

Obsessed - Part 4: Mind and Again

Your life with Jeremiah is faultless. Perfect. And yet that voice persists in the distant part of your mind: Something is wrong.

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PART 3

Requested by @vayereliyanin

Warnings: Self harm, Implied torture and brainwashing, Stalking, Nudity

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Milk. A pinch of salt.

Whisk. Whisk. Whisk until the batter’s smooth.

A pan on the hob. Gentle heat. Be careful not to burn yourself. A ladle and a half. Let it coat the pan evenly. Wait. Flip. Wait. Slide it onto the plate and cover.

Pan. Ladle. Wait. Flip. Wait.

Pan. Ladle. Wait. Flip. Wait.

The pattern was simple. The pattern was good. It was easy to follow. No need to deviate. No need to think. It was Sunday morning and on Sunday mornings we have crepes.

The mixing bowl was empty by the time the door opened behind you. A cool hand on your waist and a kiss on your cheek in greeting.

“Good morning, sweetness.” You smiled at the pet name, at Jeremiah.

“Good morning.” Allowing yourself only a moment to lean into his touch, you pulled away. “Help me with my apron?”

His hands deftly untied the bow at your back, lifted the apron over your head and discarded it to the side. It was those simple moments that you loved most, the gentle acts of service that were so characteristic of him. You picked up the crepes and turned with them in your hands. He was smiling at you, practically glowing with love. He took the plate and carried it to the table, freeing you to bring the jar of homemade raspberry compote. He sat at the head, with you to his right, and let you shift the crepe from the top of the pile onto his plate, offering him the jar and a spoon.

“Thank you my dear.” You served yourself and began eating, knowing he wouldn’t start before you were a few bites in. He was so patient, so generous. You ate in a companionable silence. It was only after finishing his plate that he spoke: “Delicious as always.” He rested a hand on yours, holding it tight. “I must go to work now, but I’ll see you this evening. If you behave, I may even bring you a gift.” You couldn’t hide the excitement on your face. You never went without, never wanted for anything, but the idea of something special, of some kind of treat, set your heart fluttering. “If you behave, of course.” Suddenly he was serious. The grip on his hand just a little too strong. But you didn’t flinch. You simply nodded, pulling back your grin to a more restrained smile. You knew Jeremiah meant well. That he only cared for keeping you safe, protecting you. That sometimes that desire overcame him and made him go too far. It wasn’t his fault.

“Of course.” He stood and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I hope you have a good day, love.” He smiled at that.

The dishes were cleaned, the floors swept, chores all done. There were still a few hours before Jeremiah would be home from work.

More than enough time for a relaxing bath.

Water gushed from the tap in a steaming torrent. You dripped in essential oils, lit candles, poured bubble bath until the bath was a luxury of foam and lavender. You slipped from your jeans, your blouse, left them neatly folded on the counter. Twisted your hair up and away from the nape of your neck. Climbed in and sunk into ecstasy.

A whole hour in peace and relaxation. When the water began to prick goosebumps along your skin, you stood and stepped out, wrapping the thick towelling robe around your body. You left the bathroom into the bedroom and sat at the dressing table to stare at your reflection. Damp hair hung around your face in tangles. Loose like this, it failed to hide the marks on your temples. They had always been there. Birth marks, you were sure. Almost symmetrical. Red spots, almost like abrasions. But not. Birth marks. They were birth marks. Almost unconsciously, a hand drifted under to the base of your skull, to the thin ridge that wound its way from ear to ear. The line was so narrow you almost forgot about it in the day to day. Almost. An accident with hair straighteners when you were younger and more reckless. An accident. That was all.

You shook yourself away and reached for your hairdryer and brush. The routine of blow-drying and styling was well-practiced, almost robotic. By the end of it every unsightly thing was hidden away and there wasn’t a hair out of place. There never was.

*

Wake up. Monday. Oatmeal. Write the shopping list. Pasta. Sleep.

Wake up. Tuesday. Omelettes. Stock the pantry. Steak. Sleep.

Wake up. Wednesday. Croissants. Clean the bathrooms. Soup. Sleep.

Wake up. Thursday. Scrambled eggs. Wash the floors. Fish. Sleep.

Wake up. Friday. French toast. Read. Chicken. Sleep.

Wake up. Saturday. Croque monsieur. Spend time together. Sushi. Sleep.

Wake up. Sunday. Crepes. Clean the kitchen. Roast beef. Sleep.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

*

You were not a restless sleeper. You closed your eyes at 11pm and woke up at 6am. Like clockwork. So why were your eyes wide open and staring after you had lain down.

In the dark, the ceiling almost seemed to swirl. Or maybe it was your brain. Spots darker and brighter, inflating and shrinking, twisting and turning around each other in strange patterns. You couldn’t stop watching though you longed for your eyes to close and morning to come.

Jeremiah’s body next to yours was still. Sometimes you joked to yourself that, when he was asleep, he was indistinguishable to a corpse. Only the very slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Just lay still. Don’t let him know you’re awake.

You weren’t sure why the thought of Jeremiah realising you weren’t sleeping as normal was so terrifying to you. Surely the man who loved you would be worried for your insomnia. A hazy memory of sleeping pills rose to the surface of your mind. A time when you had been plagued by sleeplessness, when… when…

And as soon as it had appeared, the memory was gone. Almost like a dream. Perhaps it was. Perhaps you were already asleep.

*

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Eggs. Eggs. Milk. A pinch of salt.

Whisk. Whisk. Whisk until the batter’s smooth.

Whisk. Whisk. Eggshells. Whisk. Not smooth.

A pan on the hob. Gentle heat. Hotter. A bright flame. Fascinating colours flickering against the metal. Careful. Touch it.

It hurts. Hurts. Sensation. Hold onto it. You don’t feel anymore. But you feel this. He takes this from you. The pain. Take it back. Feel it. Hurt. Hurt.

You don’t realise you’re screaming until your hand is being pulled away and forced under a cool stream of running water. Jeremiah is at your side, hushing you, brushing away the sobs, holding your trembling form against his body. Holding you tight so you won’t slip away.

He murmurs comforting words as he sits you down and soothes the burns with a salve. The sensitive and fragile skin of your hand is now red and raw, blistering at spots. It twitches in his grasp. You haven’t spoken. You’re not sure what you’re meant to say. What you’re supposed to say. This doesn’t happen, it shouldn’t happen.

It happened.

Jeremiah was talking, but more to himself than you.

“Easy to fix, just a simple problem. Something I didn’t notice the first time. Not to worry, you’ll be good as new.”

The first time. Good as new.

Good as new.

He walked away, came back, gave you a glass of cloudy water. Under the intensity of his gaze, you drank it all.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” He helped you up from the seat, down the corridor. Changed your clothes for pyjamas and tucked you under the silken sheets. He stroked your hair as your mind grew hazy. “I’ll make you right as rain, my sweet. You’ll be yourself.”

*

Darkness. A single bright light. Was this death? Had you died?

No. Death couldn’t be this painful.

But it could definitely be this lonely.

All that you had was that voice in your head. The voice that was yours, and yet not yours. Screaming at you. You weren’t sure what for.

She couldn’t help you. There was nothing to be helped. This was it.

*

The bathwater was tepid. You couldn’t remember how long you had been soaking in it, but your fingertips had shrivelled in the damp. You were staring at the door. At the brighter spot of paint, newer than the rest of it. The slight gouges near the handle, the painted over screw holes. There had never been a lock there. You were sure of it. There was no need to lock each other out. So why…

The thought was disrupted by a jolt of pain that shot through your head. You winced, resisting the urge to cry out. Scrambling, almost panicking, you threw yourself from the bath and escaped to the bedroom, still naked and dripping water on the plush carpet. You gripped the dressing table, knuckles white. In the mirror your cheeks were pale. The birth marks darker. Stress? Must be. Stress. What stress? What was there in this life to stress you? Every day was the same, nothing ever unexpected, nothing to scare you or surprise you. So why did you feel so afraid?

The sound of the door handle turning made you spin around, heart pounding in your chest and brain pounding in your skull.

Jeremiah closed the door behind him with a click. His pale eyes took you in, stood there, exposed. An unnameable shiver ran up your spine.

“Isn’t this a surprise.” Was it surprise in his voice? Or something else?

“Jeremiah. I was just getting changed. I didn’t realise you were home.” You walked slowly towards the hook on the bathroom door where a silken robe hung. You reached for it, eager for the protection it offered.

“Wait.” You froze mid-movement. He stalked towards you. Stalked? That was the word that came to mind? Why? Now he was beside you. A cold hand rested on your skin, tracing the contours of your body, a path of goosebumps appearing in its wake. This was unusual. Jeremiah was not a physical man. Affectionate, sure, but he had never expressed interest in anything further than that. It wasn’t a problem for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had wanted someone to touch you. This sensation was unfamiliar. Distant. Unwelcome.

He cradled the back of your head. It almost felt as though his fingers were probing the scar that sat there. He examined your face, eyes giving away nothing. You could never know what he was thinking. When he kissed you, you wanted it to feel like love. And it did, in a way. It felt like his love. Like possession. Like ownership. Like… like…

Before you could find the word, he pulled away. A gentler kiss on the forehead. “Get dressed. It’s almost time for dinner.”

*

What day was it? Tuesday. Stock the pantry.

Stock. Stock the pantry.

You didn’t.

You wandered. Wandered the halls like a ghost. Unending. Lost. You could taste blood in your mouth. When you touched your tongue, your saliva was clear. You felt like Theseus in the labyrinth. Bound by an invisible string, drawn to doom. Searching for something you couldn’t remember. These doors were so familiar yet so, so distant. Like a dream. Like a nightmare.

You had stopped in front of one. It opened to reveal a security room. Nobody there. Nobody watching the wall of screens showing the view of the cameras that were watching you. You took a shaky step over the threshold. The door closed behind you. The screens approached and engulfed your vision. That voice in the back of your mind was even louder now.

There was a phone. Jeremiah didn’t have phones. You didn’t need them. Everyone you needed to speak to was here. So why was there a phone?

You reached for it. Dialled a number. The number. Listened to the ringing.

A bored voice. “GCPD.”

“Hello.” The word almost became trapped in your throat. You couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to anyone else.

“Hello? Ma’am, this is a priority number. What do you want?”

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” It was important to say. You weren’t sure why.

The voice swore, then there was a clatter, and shouting. Then another voice, one that was familiar.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes. I- I don’t-”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at home.” Were you? Were you at home? Or was this place something else, something more insidious? Something was very, very wrong.

“Look, hold on. Just don’t hang up. We’re going to find you. Just… Just hold on.”

You were still holding the phone when the building shook with footsteps. Still holding the phone when the door slammed open. Still holding the phone when the familiar face of a man you didn’t recognise appeared beside you.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). You’re safe now.”

“Was I in danger?”

Yes. Yes, you were.

*

This apartment was small. Bedroom, toilet, living area and kitchen combined. Barred windows that barely opened. 3 bolts and 4 chains on the door. Police in the hallway and outside the building day and night. It was more of a prison than the maze had ever been. But you finally felt free. You hadn’t realised you’d felt trapped.

Your mind was starting to piece things together. Your other life, your real life, was still a haze, but it was within reach. And every day Jeremiah was further away.

Did you miss him? You felt his absence. You weren’t sure it was the same thing.

But he was never that far, not really. The marks on your temples – those you now knew to be electrical burns – were fading, but still sore. The scar – from surgery – easy to ignore, but still present.

And when you looked out of your window, you felt him watching you. You never saw him. Never a glimpse of dark hair, of leather gloves, of pale, pale skin.

But he would never be gone.

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What am I thinking!!!

Notes: Sebek x Reader, food friends, fluff,

Can you believe it, there was food right there in front of you, but you couldn’t taste anything. You kept shoving whatever had been in your hand to your face and yet you didn’t taste a single thing. In fact, you were paying more attention to whatever Sebek had been saying for the past couple of minutes. This was truly unbelievable for a lover of food such as yourself! Not that you really cared all too much.

Sebek and you were food buddies who got together to try all sorts of new food. This hangout started after discovering you two shared the same taste in food. Plus, Sebek always seemed to be searching for new recipes. He told you it was to prevent Lilia from cooking. Which you thought of as odd as it’s the vice dorm leader’s role to cook for the dorm. Trey, who was your vice dorm leader, always knew what to cook and did so very efficiently.

Going back to the present time, the two of you were trying out some food carts set up in the middle of town. Every Sunday there would be a bunch of food carts, so the two of you would walk around trying whatever pleased you both. At the beginning you only had looked forward to earring out, but it slowly turned into you looking forward to staying beside Sebek. There was something oddly comfortable about his presence, plus the food seemed to taste much better with him beside you.

Finishing up the last bit of your food you wondered to yourself about how this all came to be. Since when did you start to enjoy talking to Sebek more than you did eating? Snapping out of your thoughts you felt Sebek’s stare at you with a displeased look.

“Were you paying attention to anything I had been saying?! I was comparing this crepe to the Young Master!”

Ah, that’s right Sebek had been talking about Malleus for a while. Maybe you weren’t so crazy for zoning out. Sebek did often talk gush whenever he saw something that reminded him of Malleus.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying about the crepe and Malleus?”

Shaking his head, Sebek dismissed your ignorance to Malleus to change the topic onto something else.

“You… Why haven’t you finished your crepe? Are you not enjoying your crepe or is there something else on your mind?”

Sebek was right, although you were munching on it earlier you normally would finish this much sooner. To top it all off there was barely any of it actually eaten, only a few small nibbles at the corner. Looking back down at the crepe you suddenly didn’t feel so hungry after seeing the resemblance to Malleus. Had you been hoping for Sebek to be more interested in you instead of Malleus? In a loud booming voice, you heard Sebek speak up.

“Don’t tell me… are you having stomach pains because of it! Quick, sit down over here!!!”

Moving out of the crowds of people Sebek found a bench for the two of you to sit. Staring closely at your face, Sebek studied you in fear of you experiencing pain. Not that you were experiencing any of the sort.

“I guess, I just wasn’t feeling as hungry as I had thought. Should we just get rid of the crepe?… Sebek!”

Creeping closer to the crepe, Sebek leaned down then took a bite out of the corner you didn’t eat. Holding onto your hand he shifted it out of yours into his, the crepe was now officially for Sebek to eat. Saying it would be a waste of food to throw it away, Sebek was going to finish the rest. That’s not to say he thought of your behavior as strange. Despite knowing that, he didn’t want to press on the problem just yet, no that would wait for another chance.

Although it had been bittersweet, your little adventure with Sebek was coming to an end. Walking back to NRC there was an awkward silence that filled the air as you two arrived at main street. Sebek just couldn’t take the quiet of the night any longer and turned to step in front of you. Coming at you head on he asked you what had been on your mind during the trip.

Truth be told, you weren’t all too sure, but there was no way you could leave Sebek on his own. Shifting your head to face him, you too chose to say what had been on your mind.

“Sebek, I want to get to know you better. I… I wanna know more about you, not about Malleus. I want to know what you like, what you don’t like and… well, I’m curious on who you are. So, is it okay if we can do more than just our little food sessions?”

Fiddling with your fingers you nervously waited for Sebek’s answer. Reviewing everything you said in his mind Sebek’s face slowly turned more and more red. Did he get mad at your sudden approach? No, it didn’t seem to be that way. A warm smile slowly formed onto his face as Sebek came to respond to your confession.

“Human, I’ll accept your request, what do you want to know first?”

With that a smile lit up your face the rest of the walk back to the dorms. The two of you slowly but surely started to learn more about each other than the surface level you had known.

[satorsra]

Bro is a Cutie Patootie

wc: 665

notes: this was inspired by the jjk x sanrio collab, literally the cutest i cant. Gojo and Cinnamoroll makes sm sense to me sobsob im gonna explode.

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Satoru is cute. We all know it. He knows it. You often call him your “cutie patootie” or “pretty princess” for fun, looking forward to the grimace his face contorts into as he pretends he isn’t eating it up.

Right now, you two are out shopping, hands interlocked and swinging forwards and back when you come across a store with a wide array of Sanrio goods. “Gahh! Oh my gosh! Look ‘Toru!!” You let go of his hand to point and do little excited tiptoe hops.

He finds your excitement for the little characters so endearing. Satoru smiles at your innocently excited form and grabs your hand again before walking into the store. He thinks you’re cuter than any of those toys.

Like a wind up toy, you’re darting all over the place, picking up almost everything and gushing at how cute it is. Satoru just follows with a smile and listens to you nerd out about Sanrio lore while he eats his crepe.

“And that’s why I like this one the best.” You say, holding up a plushie of your favourite character and hugging it. “Just so adorable ugh.”

“Which one do you like most?” You ask, turning to him smiling the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

“Uhh,” He takes the last bite of his crepe and places a finger on his chin as he ponders the question and taps the finger on his chin. You know dang well he’s not thinking that hard about the question. “They’re all pretty cute,” He finally swallows the bite of that crepe. “I guess that bunny would have to be my favourite.”

Bunny… hmm. You reach over for a plushie and show it to him. “You mean My Melody?” His face tilts to the side a little in confusion.

“Nah not that one.” He looks around for a second before reaching over for a different plushie. “This one.”

He’s puzzled at the sight of your face shifting into a smile before you start laughing. “What? It’s cute?” The character in question was none other than Cinnamoroll.

“Cinnamoroll is a puppy! I thought I told you this Satoru come on, were you not listening to me earlier?” Laughter subsiding, you take the plush from his hands and smile at it.

“Oh come on! That literally looks like a bunny!” He exclaims as he grabs its floppy ears. “Even the tail!” Pink ever so slightly dusting over his cheeks at being wrong. He wasn’t gonna admit that he was listening to you earlier, he just got distracted by your cuteness and ended up tuning you out a bit.

“Well, he’s not a bunny.”

“He?? That’s a girl, you’re just messing with me now. ‘Ts too cute to be a boy.”

You chuckle at his disbelief. “I could say the same thing about you.” You counter with a wink.

He dramatically scoffs as he takes the plush and puts it back on the shelf. “I’m going to assume you meant that as a compliment.”

You snicker as you take the toy back from the shelf. “‘Course it was! My pretty princess~” you giggle as you look for the little scrunch of his nose.

And he does just that, scrunches his nose and face contorts into a silly grimace. “You’re so corny.” You shrug off the insult and stick your tongue out, both of you know who’s cheesier at home, so you let it slide.

“You know, you liking Cinnamoroll the best is actually quite fitting.” He raises an eyebrow as you start.

“Blue eyes, white hair, pink cheeks. You two are identical.” He laughs as he takes the plush and holds it next to his face.

“Well unlike him, I am also quite handsome aside from being cute. And hot.” He says smugly as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“He also loves eating, just like you.” You add.

“Does he like sweets?”

“He loves sweets.”

Satoru gasps. “He’s coming home with me.”

✎ i too was in denial when i first found out cinnamoroll was a dog.

[monards]

not taking away how horrific her actions, and she herself is; but like. if the cataclysm traumatized and ruined most the archons mentally. what the HELL happened to her?? She was literally just. Some guy. Obviously there's a good chance she didn't have a good up bringing considering,, everything,, but she would've been perfectly human, and she definetly did not have the mental fortitude to coep with waking up one day to her nation destroyed by the highest authority humanity knows, and her to blame?? thatd mess me up so bad and i cant even imagine how bad it'd be for rhine when immediately after two of her sons (who she obviously considered perfect in some way) got slaughtered ?? I never see enough people (off of tumblr, at least) acknowledge her just being genuinely traumatized,, like i get the stance on her being horrible and completely apathetic because of how she was described by albedo-- but like, no shit she was horrible to Albedo; do you think the lady who watched her nation and creations get obliterated would be eager to create explicitly familiar ties with another creation she KNOWS will probably have the same fate? Like absolutely, yes she can be cold and apathetic and all that, just as albedo described her; but when does that EVER mean she's nothing but that??

i think its soooo important to incorporate the fact rhine is human aand still so obviously has humanity in her when you characterize her

[alolynn-heart]

@ofheartandsoul / Lyra (cont.) "Omigosh. Are you really sure about giving something this crazy beautiful to me? I LOVE them, but if you wanna keep them... W-well, I mean, I can't say I wouldn't try and stop you, but it feels like a shame to take them away from the most gorgeous flower of the bunch!"

She  couldn't  help  but  laugh.  "Listen...Lyra,"  the  delivery  girl  replied  in  an  effort  to  get  her  attention.  While  she  was  a  bit  surprised  to  see  a  champion  react  to  getting  flowers  so  enthusiastically,  at  the  same  time  this  was  Lyra  they  were  talking  about.  The  very  woman  who  gushed  over  shojo  manga  and  crepes.  Lynn  made  sure  the  bouquet  was  secured  in  the  others  hands  before  continuing.

"If  you're  going  to  be  an  aspiring  idol,  it's  only  natural  to  receive  some  flowers,  right??"  The  bundle  of  flowers  came  in  assortment  of  colors.  Reds,  yellows,  pinks,  and  purples.

"Anyways  these  are  from  various  meadows  around  Alola.  So  there  are  plenty  of  them.  No  need  to  worry  about  any  of  them  becoming  extinct  or  something  like  that,  y'know?"

Lynn  wasn't  completely  wrong  about  that.  There  was  enough  Pokemon  there  that  that  would  help  with  pollinating  to  keep  each  meadow  nearly  covered.  From  cutieflies  to  oricorio.  Even  the  occasional  butterfree  assisted.  Still  now  wasn't  quite  the  time  for  a  science  lesson  ~

"No,  no  ..these  are  -yours-  to  keep"  Lynn  insisted.  "Sheesh,  you  aren't  taking  these  away.  I'm  gifting  them  to  you,  silly~"

[ecargmura]

Delicious Party Precure Episode 22 Review - Misplaced Kindness?

I legit had to watch this episode twice because I wanted to make sure this was an ACTUAL Takumi focused episode and not the clunky mess that was Episode 14 where it was SUPPOSED to be Takumi-focused but wasn’t. Did I finally get the Takumi-focused episode I deserve? F*** yeah I did and it was great!

Just from watching this episode, Takumi catapulted himself as my second favorite character in this entire show. Right now, my top 5 are:

Kokone

Takumi

Ran

Rosemary

Pam-Pam

Anyways, this was a nice way to focus on Takumi’s motivations and why he helps out the Precures despite not having to do so. At first, his motive was to protect Yui and her smile, but as time goes on, he’s diving more into wanting to protect people’s precious memories. Though, I feel like that should’ve been his motive during Episode 13 when his mom An loses her memory of eating Shirashi-don and thinking about Monpei when the Recipeppi got stolen. Or at least, bring a callback to it; it’s making Takumi look like an uncaring son, somewhat.

While he is a tsundere, Takumi is a sweetheart. He does genuinely like helping people and is also a great cook too. However, I do like the interesting way of getting over his issues. He had his own issues wondering about his misplaced kindness as Black Pepper and wondering about whether he was a bother to the Precures. Fortunately, helping Minato and getting the Precures’ help with creating a pseudo Legendary crepe and making both Minato and Asae happy sort of fuels why Takumi does what he does. I think it was a good way to showcase that he isn’t someone who’s entire character is revolved around liking Yui, but is something more.

I do like his two power-up moves with the cape deflection and Pepper Mill Spin Kick, but it was a wasted opportunity to NOT use that hat as some sort of boomerang or razor saw. That’s a 10/10 hat that needs to be used more. Though, given that I’m going backwards in my Precure journey, I know that Cure Wing is the first male Precure, but Black Pepper really does feel like someone equivalent to one. I can also tell that his purpose was to be an ‘experiment’ for a potential male Cure which happened in the next season.

I guess if I were to have a gripe, it feels as if Cure Finale felt a too…”mean” to Black Pepper in the beginning? Sure, his attacks weren’t working but her behavior sort of rubbed me the wrong way. On top of that, no one really was defending or even thinking about Black Pepper’s actions and purpose. All the Precures were doing was gush over Kome-Kome’s new human form. Though, I do admit that the way she was greeting Takumi was super adorable because she does recognize him as the boy who helped her when she got lost back in Episode 3. It was also funny when Rosemary described her as his cousin’s cousin’s cousin’s child as if Takumi actually bought that story (he probably just rolled with it).

Speaking of Amane, I can sort of tell that she figured out Takumi likes Yui from his behavior during the cooking segment. I wonder what she’ll do with this information. Also, I’m glad that Yui actually thought about Black Pepper at the end and gave him a present with a note thanking him for all he does. I’m sure that really brightened Takumi up. Yui’s incredibly sweet (now when are they getting together?).

I really liked this episode and I’m going to savor it in my mind because I know for a fact that there probably won’t be another Takumi episode until after 10-15 episodes later… I can’t wait for the next episode because it’s going to be about my best girl Kokone! I did like the subtle hints about communication and getting one’s feelings across in this episode and her expression darkened every time it was mentioned.

What are your thoughts on this episode and Takumi as a character?

[bwoahtastic]

as it was nico's birthday yesterday, what about toto taking seb and nicky to get something for momma's birthday? toto has already ordered a cake from nico's favorite bakery and the pups have made nico cards (and left glitter all over the floor in the process) but they demand that papa take them shopping too, maybe for jewellery because that's sparkly, just like momma. seb and nicky are totally in awe of all the shiny necklaces and bracelets, and toto lifts them up so that they can see the options on the counter. the pups debate what to get momma very seriously, and all the shop assistants melt at the sight. on the morning of nico's breakfast, nicky and seb help toto make crepes for nico, which they serve him in bed before giving him his presents

I MISSED MY DRAMA QUEEN'S BDAY?? SHAME ON QUAGS

Toto ordering cake and ofc he wants to spoil Nico and he will happily help the pups spoil momma!

He helps them make the sparkly bday cards and takes them out shopping for a bday present for momma. Toto laughing cos Nicky and Seb clearly have expensive taste when it comes to momma cos the bracelet they point at is quite expensive! But it has green and blue diamonds like Nico's sparkles so Toto quite understands!

They make Nico breakfast in bed and Nico loooves pancakes! and they all snuggle and the pups give him the present and then Toto gives him a present too - the yacht holiday he knows Nico wants so bad instead of the camping sksk! Totally meant it as an adult only thing with just the two of them but Nico instantly gushes they are gonna have so much fun with their cub and pinkie there too! And ofc Toto will have their little ones there too!

Nico feels so spoiled and they have a big dinner that night too with Kimi there too and Nico is just grinning the whole evening because he has a family and he is so so happy!

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 14

"Syd? Babe, I'm home," I call out as I enter the apartment.

"Hey, Y/N. She's asleep in her room."

"Headache?" I ask. Ash nods and I sigh. "Thank you for picking her up from school."

"Don't mention it. How'd it go?"

"Well, we talked, we fought, and then we almost kissed but I told her I can't kiss her if she has a boyfriend," I recap glumly.

"Good for you. But also, you should've just kissed her."

"Ash," I whine. "You're not making me feel any better about this whole situation."

"Right, sorry. What do you need?"

"A nap. And whiskey."

"Okay, that's easy enough. There's Crown in the cupboard. Pour yourself a glass. I'm gonna go. I love you," she says, grabbing her jacket and keys.

"I love you, Ash. Thank you."

"You're welcome, bitch," she winks, closing the door behind her. I pour a glass of Crown and quickly down it before setting the glass in the sink.

I change into shorts and a hoodie and tiptoe to Syd's room. I sigh when I see her curled up in a ball under the covers, a wet washcloth resting on her forehead. I grab the washcloth and change it out for a new one, then slide into bed next to her. I listen to her steady deep breaths to assure myself that everything is fine. I have my little girl, and everything is fine.

~

By the time I wake up, it's dark in the apartment and quiet in the city. Well, as quiet as a city gets. Syd is still asleep, so I check her temperature before leaving the room.

Turning on a lamp so I can see, I find my phone on the counter and check the time. It's almost three in the morning and I have a text from Florence.

Can we do something tomorrow? Just as friends. Syd should come too. I just want to see you.

My heart melts a little at her text and a small smile graces my face. I don't know if it's the best idea to keep hanging out with her, but I just want to spend time together. We can stick to being friends, right? We're not doing anything wrong.

Me: Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't see your text. That sounds great. Syd and I were gonna go to the museum tomorrow, if you wanna join?

She answers almost immediately, and I briefly wonder why she's awake so late. But, then again, I'm awake too.

Florence: I'd really like that. Where should we meet? Me: the shop at 10? It's a short walk from there. Florence: I'll see you at 10 ;)

A wink? Why is she winking at me? Don't wink at me, we're just hanging out. As friends. With a child present. Don't wink at me.

I begin typing out a message to the group chat, but then remember what time it is and decide against it. I don't think Scarlett and Lizzie would be pleased if I texted them at three in the morning.

~

"Syd, honey, get up. We're going to the museum with Florence."

She mumbles something incomprehensible and I shake her again. "I'll make you whatever you want for breakfast."

"Not hungry."

"Please?"

She hesitates before opening one eye. "Even crepes?"

"Fine, yes. I will make you crepes," I agree.

"Okay then," she says happily, jumping out of bed.

"Unbelievable," I mutter as she skips into the kitchen, wide awake.

I force her to go get ready while I cook, effectively destroying the kitchen as I do so. There are dishes and batter everywhere, but I finish plating some crepes just as Syd comes back into the kitchen.

"Can we go to the park too? And get ice cream? I wanna show Florence the fishies in the pond under the bridge," Syd rambles as we eat.

"Only if Florence wants to. She might have other things to do today, remember. I take it you're feeling better?"

She nods, her mouth full. "'M not sick anymore, Momma."

"Good. Let me know if you don't feel good, okay?"

It takes a miracle, but we make it out of the apartment and to the shop in time. We sit inside while we wait, since we got here a few minutes early. "Hi Florence!" Syd yells, hopping off the countertop. I turn, watching with a smile as they hug and Syd begins gushing about ice cream and the museum and the park.

"I'd love to get ice cream with you, Syd. We can spend as long as you want together," Florence says, although I think she's partially directing it at me. "Are you ready to go?" she asks me, looking up through her lashes from where she crouches on the ground next to Syd.

"Yeah, let's go."

"I'll lead the way," Syd declares, marching out of the shop. Offering my hand to help Florence stand up, we quickly follow after her.

The little demon child bounds ahead while we hang behind, walking next to each other. I can tell that neither of us quite know what to say.

"So do I get to know why Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena are in a movie together?" I break the silence. I've been wondering what they're filming this whole time.

"I can't tell you that! Have you not heard about the Marvel snipers?!" she exclaims.

"Oh, right right, my bad. Wouldn't want you getting taken out," I play along.

"I'm not sure I believe you."

"Oh really? I don't let just anyone come to the museum with me, Miss Pugh."

"Well then I'm glad I made the cut."

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

hello! random question, feel free to ignore. what is your oc's favorite way to treat themselves? do they keep it secret or do they like to share it?

Hi! And thank you for the ask. They're always welcome, random or otherwise.

Isaac likes when the weather starts to get chillier so he can wrap himself in a blanket like a cozy crepe with some hot chocolate and just watch the snow or rain outside his windows. Binge a show. Exist. Preferably while snuggled up with someone else. Or at least he used to do this before he became a workaholic to avoid his feelings. Sounds like somebody might have to convince him to do this again.

Contrary to some depictions, UV light doesn't harm bloodborn. So Renato enjoys lounging underneath a tanning lamp by a fancy hotel pool that he can take a swim in when he's done. Not that he doesn't mind being admired while doing so, but he prefers to be unbothered.

Dorian's never met a museum they didn't love, especially if it has dinosaurs. Going with someone who enjoys reading the display plaques, or better yet, lets them gush about what they know already is the definition of a perfect day.

I mentioned this in another ask I think, but Kinslayer enjoys "hitchhiking" in the bodies of other creatures. Their consciousness will attach to an octopus's or a hawk's or whatever and just experience life as it does for a bit. If they notice a spiritual passenger, most animals don't appear to mind too much.

Elfy has amassed quite a collection of haunted/cursed objects from salvage and thrift stores. As if that weren't enough, though, she loves to try out potentially deadly supernatural party games too (e.g. Light As a Feather, Stiff As a Board, The Elevator Game, etc.). Forcing Isaac to play just adds to the fun.

[lovesick-yanderes]

Christmas with Warren

Warren Character Bio | 500 words

Warren is almost as obsessive about Christmas as he is about you. It’s hard to say whether he’s obsessed with Christmas and its traditions because he resents the types of holidays he grew up with or if he’s just excited to be building his picturesque life with you… Luckily, he’s the type to wait until after Thanksgiving to start decorating and celebrating- but rest assured, the large fake Christmas tree gets dragged out first thing on the morning after Thanksgiving, and he’ll make you spend all day decorating it and the house with him. Once he deems the atmosphere festive enough, the free time you share together is spent doing every Christmas tradition imaginable.

Gingerbread house building, which he is painfully good at

Sugar cookie decorating

Watching any Christmas movie he finds

Hot cocoa, almost every night

If you’re at a point where he trusts you enough to take you out of the house, there will also be lots of snow man making, ice skating, and sledding. You might even catch him running around in the snow in his werewolf form, jumping and rolling around in the drifts before shaking all the snow off, creating another mini flurry

He’ll buy you matching ugly Christmas sweaters and cute matching sets of pajamas, which you will wear on Christmas eve and day. There is no arguing with him about this, and he will manually put the clothes onto you if you refuse

Yes, you’re leaving cookies and milk out for Santa. No, Warren will not let you skip this step, even if it is obvious that he is the one who will eat the cookies and drink the milk

You open gifts on Christmas morning. He wakes you up super early with the energy level you’d expect a small child to have and practically drags you into the living room, where you will spend at least 45 minutes opening the gifts he’s wrapped for you. If you managed to create a gift for him while locked in his house he would be absolutely over the moon, but since he knows the… dynamic of your relationship is a little awkward, with him locking you in the house and all, he doesn’t expect you to have gotten him a gift. 

He makes a special breakfast of savory crepes, along with a full course meal for a late lunch or early dinner. Aside from helping him in the kitchen and eating, after presents, Christmas day is spent lounging on the couch with his head in your lap, watching holiday specials and napping the day away

When you finally head to bed for the evening, he keeps you awake a little bit longer than you’d like, gushing about how good the day was and how it’s the best Christmas he’s ever had. He does this every year you’re together, always saying the most recent celebration was the best of his life. He loves you, he loves Christmas, and he loves the traditions he’s making with you

[yummyyumagines]

Opposites Attract (Headcanons for Crepe with a tough and intimidating MA/reader)

A/N: Since I still haven't gotten any requests yet, I'm just gonna write whatever comes to mind until I do. Mostly Crepe stuff because I'm biased.

● A fancy, arrogant, yet small young lady always seen by the side of someone who looks like they could kill? Yeah, a lot of people assume you to be Crepe's bodyguard. She denies it the first few times, but then starts to believe it's befitting of someone as important as her, and stops correcting people. Eventually, Crepe herself starts saying you're her bodyguard.

^ "It's not totally a lie, after all, you'd never let me get hurt! Plus, a lady of my stature surely deserves a bodyguard, don't you agree?" She'd say, and although her fan hid the lower half of her face, you could see the crinkle of her eyes as she smiled.

Before meeting you, she would sometimes get into fights with people over items on sale. Now she always has you tag along with her to stores in the hopes you'll intimidate other shoppers into backing off.

Honestly, she was just a teensy bit frightened of you early on and tried to keep a distance. As she got to know you, that wall broke down. She can't even imagine ever thinking that way about you nowadays.

^ "Heeheehee~ Master Attendant, you're not scary at all!" She'd gush with a bright smile, wrapping herself around your arm, "Those people all wary of you are just dummies! I've never felt safer than when I'm with you!" Instantly realizing her last sentence, she pulled away with a bright red filling her cheeks, stammering out a weak attempt at taking back those words. Good ol' Crepe...

She likes to make you wear cute ribbons and stuff from her wardrobe. The sight makes her giggle.