#crossaint anime

[kyuuhinajinchuuriki]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐎𝐟....

᭕𓆩 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝒅𝖘🥐𝑨𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊 𓆪𓏲

〈𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 🧡𝑳𝖎𝒗𝖊-𝑨𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓🧡〉𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 2ﻬ

🥚𝑺𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝒅🍳𝑬𝖌𝖌𝖘🥚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 🥐𝑪𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙🥐 & 𝑶𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊🍊𝑱𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖊

🍳🥐🍊 🤤😋💞

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐲：𝑲𝒚𝒖𝒖𝑯𝒊𝒏𝒂🩷🦊

[good-anime-food]

5-toubun no Hanayome

[krillbot]

The real hot tip that beauty companies don't want you to know is that if you let underarm hair grow out it gets fluffy and cute

Rebel ;3

[obsolete-stars-if]

Hi, I've come with more fanfiction about drink your villain juice. You should know by now, BUT:

(masc) Wil x tmasc MC

I cannot let go being weird about food and eating, so under the cut the fanfiction goes. Always check out @drinkyourvillainjuice for making me water from multiple orifices about Wil, thank you, kisses.

"Catch!" Wil gives you little warning when throwing a small plastic package over to you. You catch it, of course. Written on the see through plastic in bold letters:

Choco Croissant

God, when was the last time you ate one? You take the little packaged crossaints and stare at it- must've been way back then. A sigh escapes your lips, ignoring the unpleasant sound of plastic on your fingers, you stretch it smooth and check the reflection against the light. No holes, no punctures, nothing. You turn it around, check again, nothing. Your fingertips glide over the sealed edges, nothing catching your attention.

You again turn it around, lift the sealed edge across the entire body of the plastic, looks good too. And then you pull it closer to your face, smelling it. Nothing but the nondescript sense of plastic. It's not tampered with. You pull it away, the sound of plastic crinkling as you do so.

"Are they all individually packaged?" You ask out loud, to which Wil nods. You contort your face with displeasure. "Speak about saving the environment, huh?" You play with one of the sealed edges until Wil sits down close to you on his couch.

"I am against the government, but I think they really oughta do more to regulate the plastic industry. It's crazy to think that this is okay." You go on. Wil snickers. And you stop. The sound is soft, the edges of his lips look nice, you notice. Where black lipstick fades slightly into a more natural tone.

Get your head back into the game.

You look away, "I'm a villain to humans, not plants or animals." You carefully pull the packaging open, the smell of pastry and chocolate greeting you. You close your eyes, and bring it right to your nose and take a sniff. Chocolate. You remember the taste and smell, the sugar melting on your tongue. You remember it like yesterday.

The café Prii took you to, for the first date nonetheless. You had hot chocolate, "You and your sweet tooth", Prii would accuse you, as if they didn't get the same order as you did. The way Prii would look over, make you laugh, make you come out of your shell like no other person. The hot chocolate was by far no match to your blushing cheeks back then.

When you used to wear your heart on your sleeve, when you weren't strong enough to save anyone you cared about.

"Hey," Wil calls you back from your memory trip, "Are you okay?" You open your eyes and place the crossaints on your lap, fingers starting to play with the plastic, quiet crinkles breaking the silence between you two.

If you look Wil in the eyes you might break. Admit everything. Cry and admit that you are a liar, not even human.

"Can I..." You whisper, "Can I lean on your shoulder?"

Wil releases the tension you noticed, the worry, "Of course." He sits back against the couch, you shuffle closer and lay your head on his shoulder. Your eyes drifting to your crossaints.

Maybe you could make this stop, reduce your juice intake- starve yourself of this force fed diet. Maybe you could live without it. Maybe you could be a freak, not a monster. Someone to love, not to run away from.

Holding onto the crossaints, you lift it to your face and take a tiny bite, just enough to keep you alive, not enough to satisfy. You must not succumb. Or you can never be loved honestly. "Thank you." You whisper to Wil.

[shallyne]

Feysand Month Day 18: Love Languages

The five love languages of Feysand

Just a teeny tiny mini glimpse of angst at the end. REST IS FLUFF

Words: 1,800

TW: mention of death, mention of nightmares, implied depression

It's Love Language day for Feysand!

Acts Of Service

Feyre Darling Rhys spoke into Feyres mind. She groaned and pulled the blankets higher. They took time for themselves today and that included sleeping in. A loving caress followed through the bond when she didn't answer. She let her adamant walls down a little bit for her mate.

What? she asked him.

I got your favorite crossaints

Feyre opened her eyes. The chocolate ones?

She felt Rhys's amusement as he answered. Yes, and I am fighting for my life down here because Cassian and Mor want to get their hands on them.

Feyre threw her blankets aside and jumped up. She didn't care that she was still in her nightgown. She already heard Cassian and Rhys from the corridor as she hurried towards the dining room.

"She's not eating all of them!" Cassian whined.

"If she wants them all, she gets them all!" Rhys answered.

Feyre entered the dining room, smiling at her mate. He held the box with the croissants away from Cassian. "Good morning." she said to Azriel, patting his shoulder as she walked past him. He was watching the spectacle from the other side of the table.

Feyre took the box from Rhys and squeaked excitedly when she opened it. She took two crossaints out and put it on her plate and then took another one and gave it Azriel because she knew when Cassian and Mor get the box, there won't be anything left for him. He smiled grateful at Feyre.

"Say please." she said when Cassian grunted. He squinted and then said "Please." Feyre raised her eyebrow. "Can I please have the box, Feyre?"

She smiled satisfied and handed him the croissants.

"Don't empty them all, you wild animal!" Mor complained.

Feyre chuckled as she took her seat beside Rhys.

"I'm not! I'm looking for the best ones!" Cassian replied, turning his back to Mor.

Feyre bit in her croissant and grinned at her mate. "Did you wake up early to get me croissants?"

"Well, they would have been gone later." he replied. Feyres grin widened and she laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you."

Quality TIme

Feyre tried to paint. She had a great idea and she was motivated to paint it. At least when she entered her studio an hour ago. Then she started to think about Rhys and that she wanted to spend time with him. Feyre tried to tell herself that she would spend time with her mate when she was done but she barely had any progress because her mind always went back to him.

After another hour without any progress she put down her paintbrush and sighed. Before she went to Rhys, she went up to their bedroom and grabbed the book that she had started a few days ago and she wasn't far into the story yet. She left the bedroom again and went back to his office.

He raised his head, looking up from the paperwork before him, watching at her. "Hey." he smiled.

"Hey." she smiled back, sitting down on the couch closest to him. "Continue." Feyre said and gestured to the papers on his desk. "I'll just read my book."

Feyre opened it and as she started to read, Rhys asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes." she answered. "I just want to be here. Does it bother you?" she looked up at him.

Rhys shook his head and smiled. "No, not at all."

Feyre grinned. "Alright." she said and continued to read her book. They didn't talk at all while they were together but it didn't bother either of them. They were just glad to be near the other. Content with their company. While she was there with Rhys she managed to read almost the whole book.

Physical Touch

Rhys let himself fall on the couch right beside Feyre and laid his head on her shoulder. "I love doing paperwork for hours." he said sarcastically. Feyre giggled and took his hand, starting to massage it. He sighed in content as she did so.

He watched Feyre as she massaged his hand, finger after finger. "That's nice." he said. Feyre kissed the top of his head and continued. When she was done with one hand, she started on the other. "What is Mor doing by the way? I didn't see her all day." Feyre said.

"I think Cassian lost a bet and he has to accompany her on her shopping trip." Rhys snorted. Feyre giggled in response. "I bet Mor is having a great time."

Rhys chuckled and looked up at her. Their eyes met and they just looked at each other for a moment, in silence. Feyre smiled and squeezed his hand, Rhys squeezing it back.

She let his hand go and put her arms around him, cuddling him. Rhys laughed when she pressed kisses on his cheek.

Gift

"Rhys!" Feyre yelled through the house when she arrived home again.

"Yes?" he asked from the living room. Feyre winced, she had expected him to be in his office. Or in the garden. Or bedroom. She quickly hid the book behind her back and went to her mate, stopping at the doorway. She smiled brightly at him. Rhys squinted his eyes and looked her up and down. "What did you do?"

"Why do you think I did something?" Feyre asked. He took a sip of his tea, watching her closely. "Where were you?"

Feyre grinned, tightening the grip on the book behind her back. "Outside." she answered.

Rhys put his cup down and crossed his arms, letting out am exaggerated sigh. "Feyre darling, what do you hide behind your back?"

"Nothing." she said. She didn't stop grinning as she said it. "Okay, maybe I found something."

Rhys started smirking. "What did you find?"

"Well, I went outside- wait, no. First, do you remember when you told me about the book you want but can't find?" she asked.

"Which one?"

"The one with the dead author."

"Male or Female?"

"Male."

"Which one?"

"The dead one."

"Which book?"

"The book with the dead, male author."

"Which one?"

Feyre giggled. "The leather book."

Rhys tilted his head.

"The one you talked about for two hours." Feyre said.

"Oh, yes. I remember that one. Why?" he asked.

Feyre grinned. "You sounded so excited that I started looking for it."

Rhys's smirk turned into a soft smile. "That's very kind of you, my love, but I already looked everywhere. Not even Helion could help me there."

"I know, I expected that." Feyre replied. "But I assumed you knew about the book because you held it in your hands at a point in your life."

"I did." Rhys confirmed.

"And I assumed it might have belonged to your family." Feyre said.

"It did, I don't know what happened to it." he confirmed again.

Feyre nodded. "Remember when you threw me into the weavers cottage?"

Rhys cringed. "Yes?"

"And how I professionally retrieved my own engagement ring?"

"I remember that you were climbing through a chimney." Rhys said.

"Well it was that or getting eating alive but that's not the point." Feyre said. "I used my professional retrieving skills and found-" she pulled the book from behind her back and held it up. "-this!"

Rhys jumped up, gasping. "You found it?"

Feyre jumped up and down excited. "I did! I found it!"

Rhys was there in an instant, picking her up. Feyre laughed as she threw her arms around him. He put her down again and took the book, taking a look inside. "It's the very same book. It still has the note I left in there." he said, astonished. He looked at Feyre in disbelief. "I-"

Feyre chuckled at his loss of words. He hugged her again. "Thank you."

Words of Affirmation

Feyre couldn't sleep again. She didn't have nightmares in a while but before she went to sleep she suddenly had a bad feeling. She ignored it, blamed it on the long day she just had until she woke up, coated in sweat and tears streaming down her face. Rhys was with her, rubbing her back and whispering to her as she calmed down. When they went to bed again, Feyre couldn't sleep anymore. She waited until Rhys's breath evened out before she carefully wriggled out of his embrace and went to their balcony. She welcomed the cold air of the night on her skin, breathing it in.

She sat down on one of the iron chairs. The only thing she was wearing was a thin nightgown, so the cold of the iron bit her skin as it met the chair but she didn't care.

Feyre heard his footsteps a few seconds before he opened the glass door. She smiled at him but it wasn't convincing enough she realized when she saw the look in his eyes. Rhys sat down in the chair across from her. "I can't sleep." Feyre said. He nodded.

"Rhys," Feyre looked down at her hands. She was about to say what she tried to ignore for some time now. Feyre rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I feel heavy again." she whispered. Tears were burning in her eyes that Feyre blinked away.

She stretched out her hand to take Rhys's. "I'm sorry for telling you just now but I-" she shrugged. "I didn't really acknowledge it for myself until now."

Rhys took her hand between both of his hands. "Don't apologize." he said. "You're talking to me now, right? You're talking about it." he smiled at her. "Can I help you somehow? Just say the word."

Feyre shook her head. "No, you can't do anything. Just-" he looked at her, expecting. "Just stay. Please."

He knew what she meant. Feyre saw the realization in his eyes, why she worded it like this. After yet another dream of him dying. Another dream of her holding his lifeless body.

Rhys nodded and crouched before her, wiping the tears from her face. The tears Feyre hadn't realized escaped. "I will." he said, tears lining his own eyes. "I love you, Feyre. I love you so much." Feyre leaned her head into his hand as he spoke. "You will get through this and I won't leave your side. I'll stay with you every step of the way and everything that comes after."

"I'm scared." she whispered.

"I know." Rhys said. "But we won't let the fear win, right?" he smiled when she nodded. "I'm so incredibly proud of you."

Feyre leaned forward and hugged him. Keeping him close to her. When they went back to bed, Rhys stayed awake and told her stories as he held her close to him, cuddled under the protection of his wing. He didn't stop telling her stories until she finally fell asleep, with her head on his chest. Over his heart.

Taglist: @reverie-tales @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 @feysand-month @elentiyawhitethorn

[ohmymamomo]

the obey me brothers as my favorite things pt. 1

pt. 2

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Lucifer - staring out into the night sky from an old bedroom window - red velvet cloths and capes - thick rich italian hot chocolate - the kind who doesn't often fall in love often - the stoic, strict, put together one who is actually such a simp and melts at your gentle love - dark triangle cut rubies - rose bushes - a lover that is proud to show you off and doesn't hesitate to take care of you when they notice something off - those who are selfless out of love and don't even realize it - the kind of people that are just so amazing even with their flaws that people just can't help but gravitate towards them - black coffee - eating somewhere with your love as date - romantics - hickeys and forehead kisses - classical music records + ghibli soundtracks - doing what you feel is right

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Mammon - the end of a sunset that becomes orange, purple and dark blue - carrying multiple paper shopping bags - adventures, the stupid and reckless ones - the feeling of young love - men who are good with children and like them - picking up something from a french bakery - Instagram photoshoots either alone or with a few friends just because you look good - making fun tiktoks with your lover - the casual fuckboy that actually fell in love this time and doesn't know how to deal with it - himbims - golden retriever boys - the kind that loves with their whole heart - emotionally mature men - clingy lovers who are easy to tease - the kind that are just naturally generous - the lover who kinda panics when you're not okay - your lipstick kisses on their collar - going to a haunted house date and both being scared shitless - head pats, playing with each other's hair ✩•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕•✩•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕•☆•✕

Levi

- the kind of people that share the same current obsession as you - people that look up to you and admire you - people that share the same text style as you - going to an aquarium that has a tunnel that goes through the tank - glowing jellyfish in a glass arch tube - the kind of lovers that literally stop functioning the minute you tease them - feeling comfortable sharing the embarrassing things with someone - seeing how you're able to slowly get someone to become more confident or at least feel comfortable around you - walking on the beach in the middle of the night - hoodies and sweatpants - merch collecting - seeing your parter react when you tell reassure them how much you love them and what you love about them - falling in love with a fictional character - watching lets plays

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Satan

- mochas, chocolate crossaints and black tea - sitting in a warm lit cafe working on school work - really old small bookshops - sitting in front of the fire during the winter - travelling and exploring the hidden shops - helping an injured animal - playing with the neighborhood cats and admiring the squirrels in the backyard - tulips that bloom in spring - comfortable silence - laying your head on someones chest - enjoying the presence and touch of each other whilst both doing your own thing quietly - collared shirts under knitted sweater vests - koi ponds - kisses on the knuckles and the wrist - when someone pulls your hand to hold their face - art museum dates - parisian architecture - the smell of paper

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[church-bread-official]

This is the head moderator and social media manager for Toasty Mart—the animal bread zine. We thank you for our interest in Toasty Mart.

We read your comment in our interest check and saw that you reblogged our post and decided to reach out. It is unfortunate that your church has not been enlightened enough to realize that pastries like croissants are, in fact, not bread. (To be clear this is meant to be lighthearted but we still stand firm in the fact that croissants are a french pastry—which is not bread). Although we are not in need of more project moderators. The best way to help the project is the share and spread the word. Especially during our contributor sign-up as we look for hobbyest writers, artists, and chefs that would be interest in participating in our project.

Stay Toasty, Toasty Moderator Lucy

This founder understands that you are not in need of more moderators and oddly enough (considering the way this blog is set up) doesn't really like the idea of being in charge of anything- /lh

Actually, this founder does consider themselves a Baker, artist, and writer but may not have been very good at expressing that as they are not very good at words :<

Oh! And! This founder did not realize crossaints were considered a pastry, we may need to regroup for discussion... (we don't consider pastries bread because of the high sugar content)

Anyways! Members! You see this zine? We know many of you like art and writing so if you do have the time this founder would love if some others participated! /nf

I'll tell the other founder about this to see If they are interested and tell the other, non tumblr members!

[hand-face-chan]

Okay I think I'm back on tumblr already. Not using youtube shorts feature still unless its someone im subscibed to cause fuck that feature. It randomly showed me a video talking about a case of animal abuse and included still shots from the video of the abuse. After a fucking crossaint recipie. So fuck the YouTube shorts feed. I mean. Obviously. But still.

The original post was phrased quite dramatically (probably cause I was upset) and I wanna clarify that by "I don't know if anyone will care" is like. Its not like I have a regular posting schedule for me to miss a post someone was waiting for or whatever. Sorry for that weird phrasing.

Dont know if anyone is gonna notice or care nessecarily but. Gonna try and take a break from social media. YouTube shorts decided to show me an extremely upsetting video randomly and I had a full meltdown meets breakdown for an hour that I still haven't really recovered from.

Tumblr isn't really a problem for me these days. But. I dont think I can handle the randomness of what comes infront of me right now. I've got a lot going on.

Again. It's not like I'm a notable blog. But I figured I'd say something even though I've got stuff in my queue.

[felicyta-of-rivia]

Please wait a moment and don't scroll.

I know that this time it's nothing to do with JRR Tolkien's work, but give me just a moment.I want to tell you a story behind this drawing. But one by one: well, I live in Poland. We had an incident recently. Panicked woman called to a Krakow Animal Care Society .She informed there is an animal, which she called "lagun" sitting in a tree in front of her block for two days. The inspector calmed the woman down and determined that it might be an legwan. The notification was accepted, however, when the appropriate services arrived, on the tree was not an legwan ... but a croissant.

I couldn't help but draw my version of this "amazing creature". I hope you like it.

I would like to add that there was even a song about the lagun (it is only in Polish, but if any of you want to listen to it, I will gladly add a link to it and a translation so that you can fully enjoy it) ☺️

[reptilian-angel]

OC-Parel April 2022: Day 8 - Cultural

Audrey is of direct French descent, from her mother’s side of the family, is absolutely fluent in French, and can trace her ancestors almost all the way to the time of Joan of Arc.

(I’ll b skipping tomorrow’s prompt since I have no idea how to do grunge and I need to do sketches for the rest of the month ;)p )

Also small reminder, don’t for get to tag “OC-Parel April 2022” on your entires!!!!

[mixdoesstuff]

Alright promised it last post so here we go

Solldens:

What are they? Basically they are items possesed by warrior spirits. The item can be basically anything as long as it isn't alive (plant based items can sometimes count). These items will transform into weapons with magical properties, from launching explosions to releasing poisons.

How do you get them? It is a lot more complicated tha I'll say in this post, but in short, you draw a circle and surround the circle with items. Then you chant a bit and start a ritual. After a minute, you'll find out if you were succesful by seeing a spirit in front of you. Immediately that spirit will possess an item.

As for how Solldens came to be, that is a big part of the story, so I won't go into it. Still, tell me what you think!

[good-anime-food]

5-toubun no Hanayome

[jellycatstuffies]

the croissant, the pear and the ananas my boyfriend bought me 😚✨ I love them so much

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They look lovely together! Thank you for sharing. 

[amikoroyaiart]

Some random Crossaint guard headcanons of yours?

Okay let me think of something haha

When it comes to their characters Fox appears the most serious, Thorn is the most energetic, Hound looks scary but is the softest and Thire is the mom of the group. Stone sometimes thinks he is the most normal one.

If you ask Thorn who is the funniest he will tell you it’s Fox and people don’t believe him but Thorn is the only one that can make Fox more playful. That’s why they rarely go on missions together because it’s pure chaos.

Their medic name is Pain. Everyone was saying that they were ‘pain in the ass’ so they embraced that name. They get along the most with Thire. They love reading romance novels when they don’t have to pull with force the soldiers to the medbay. At this point they gave up on telling Fox to take care of himself more.

Fox’s favourite senator is Bail. They get along really well. He also respects Padme (Thorn might even have a little crush on her but no one has the heart to tell him she’s married). Everyone agree Chuchi is the cutest.

Thorn is the best when it comes to action but he really hates paperwork and avoids it like crazy. He also sleeps the healthy ammount of hours (not like his commander).

Hound sleeps with Grizzer (something that drives Fox crazy because barracks are not the place for an animal). Grizzer also is like a therapy dog for the guards. 

And this is my self indulgent bonus but Fox is also friend with Amaya (she’s my mirialan OC). She works in a coffee shop and met him when he was having a little breakdown in an alley after a hard day. She offered him a coffee and since then he visits her when she closes the shop. He pays for her coffee every time with some gossip from senate or a silly story about guards. She’s really good at talking with people so she is glad that he opens to her slowly because this guy needs someone to talk to. Someone who is not his brother. Thorn teases him that he befriended a coffe shop worker for free coffee but then the guards start to visit her shop too, just to talk. 

[inxinuate]

[ Lys Noir (Black Lily) Cafe ]

Name: Lys Noir (Black Lily) Cafe Location: By the sea, an old pier and the woods nearby Opening hours: 8am-9pm Working days: Monday - Saturday  (may close on some days)

Menu:

Desserts (cakes, brownies, tarts, etc)

Tea and coffee (flower infused tea, classic tea selections, cold brew, macchiato, lattes, etc)

Cafe dishes (steak, sandwiches, pasta, breakfast platter, pancakes, chicken and waffles, avocado toasts, ham crossaints, poached salmon, potato gratin, stew, etc)

Seasonal dish/drink (strawberry infused tea by the pot, passionfruit tart, mango sherbet, etc)

Customized plush order (Because Shin used to make a few for his sister when they had nothing. Also, Curos sometimes stuffs the dead souls from his realm into them. Not all of them likes it but some seem happier and more animated with material bodies. Though the ones he sold are of course free from possessions).

*disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures that is included in the aesthetic collage. 

[schattenmagier]

| OOC | 17 people, 17 questions

Nicknames: Isi, Izzy

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 160cm

Song stuck in my head: Ghost by Mystery Skulls! Because thats actually a hella nice song... also i love that animation people made of it

Number of followers: 344

Amount of sleep: it’s often someting between 2-8 hours

Lucky number: 8

Favourite song: Oh No by Bring Me The Horizon

Favourite instrument: Piano

Dream job: I really don’t have one tbh :’)

Aesthetic: Stars themed things, cats, cloudy days, books, fresh baked crossaints + eggs & bacon

Favourite author(s): Derek Landy

Favourite animal noises: Every sound a cat makes... especially that one when you wake them up. Like that “Mrrrrp”?

Random: I am not a good cook, and I will never like cooking

tagged by: @aurumsanguine

tagging: uhhhhhh just steal it from me