#daisy chats

[daisys-silliness]

I got a lot of lee!Craig asks (3) so I combined some together :]

I'm sorry abt the wait, just kinda stressing out my final 2 weeks (this week n next week) of junior year. I'll be fine tho 👍

[lakituus]

luigi’s password is pasta4lyfe pass it on

[daisys-silliness]

Ty!!! :) its like the first doodle I made so far djkd

And abt the scar,, I made angst a bit ago and the scar just kinda stuck and I thought it was just kinda neat :)

I like to hc Tweek's mom taking care of Tweek bc I like the concept.

Hi, I'm the one who sent the tweek hc, and I wanted to share my silly little doodle I made with it :)

This goes with the first part of the hc btw

AWW THIS IS REALLY CUTE!! I LOVE THE MOTION LINES ON HIS BELLY AND THE ACCURATE EXPRESSIONS!! AND HIS LITTLE FANG AAAA THIS IS ADORABLE

Also his scar over his eye?? Lore 👁 I wanna know what happened

Also Tweek's mom is so cute she looks like she's having fun '^'

This is really cute, thank you so much for sharing!

[d1zt0rt3dl3zb14n]

I Need More TMA College AU Chatfics I Have Consumed Literally Every Single One I Have Found So Far At This Point I'm Going To Write My Own And I'm Not Even Done With TMA Yet!!!! I Don't Care How OOC It Will Be Or How Innacurate, I! Need! More!

[silly-tma-headcanons]

anyways qpr daisira & timsasha ftw <3

theyre so qpr both of them. oh sasha said the "will-they-wont-they" was a "wont-they?" thats bc its not romantic bucko.

i also believe in jon/daisy (i dont know their ship name or wtv we call it nowadays) qpr

the archives gang is just one big queer platonic mess and they all love each other

[daisys-silliness]

Boost from my other blog bwee

Oh em gee I live!!

New silly art that will be heavily censored in tags bc I'm embarrassed,,

Srry I haven't been posting,, I lost my spark for this blog n haven't been really motivated to post here,,

Anyway here's some heavily self-indulgence doodles

[daily-dose-of-dousy]

Daisy: *staring at Sousa, thinking no one would notice*

May, out of nowhere: That's nice.

Daisy: What is?

May: How much you love him.

Daisy: I never said that.

May: You didn't have to. It's obvious. Also, I can feel it. Now get away from me. You two are cute, but it's nauseating.

[incorrect-archivist]

daisy: i invited you here because i crave the deadliest game tim, nodding: knife monopoly. daisy: i was actually gonna hunt you down for sport, but now i'm really interested in whatever knife monopoly is.

[sixoclocker]

hey guys sorry for not posting very much . uty has kidna been on the back burner ngl .................erm yeah ............... sorry gang......... itllcome back one day trust

in the meantime............... do you guys want to ask me about pokemon charatceters and my opinion of them ahuhahuhahaah

[anniiecrsta]

not to sound rude or anything but i feel like tumblr is becoming less and less tween girl friendly and i mean I GET IT the people that used it in its hayday are now like 20+ which makes sense for them to be 18+ accounts BUT LIKE CHAT.. if ur 16, talking to a 14-15 year old without any ill intentions (i see creeps) wont kill you or anything. this isn’t referring to anybody just a convo i had with my friends. just hoping i’ll still be able to find my friends even if im born in 2009 or whatever crime i did HELPP

[daisys-silliness]

any chance for lee kyle and ler stan? 🥺🙏

Kind of a little reference to this doodle by @tigglez-floof [srry abt the tag]

When stan gets drunk, he becomes a silly ler teehee

[emdure]

sometimes i cannot help but think ,, daisy jones with a belly button piercing

especially after her earring gets ripped out. it would be a way to feel like ‘herself’ again

[cosmicqvake]

Dear whoever first said that Daisy saw Coulson- the real, non-LMD Coulson- in the “afterlife” so to speak when she died for those few moments in the finale… I’m in your walls.

[daisys-silliness]

:]

I LIVE!! [with a new hyperfixation teehee]

[twstinginthewind]

Just a lil fic; some AceRido I wrote for @transriddlerosehearts's birthday! Domestic future au fluff with their family. Yup, they had kids.

Happy bday to my friendo and happy Friday to the rest of ya. :-3

Breakfast in Bed

Ace rolled over lazily, letting the early morning sun stream over him through the window. He stretched carefully, then looked back at the pillow beside him, where Riddle was still asleep. He smiled fondly. He had plenty of time to get used to it, but it was still always a pleasant surprise to wake up next to his gorgeous husband. “Prettiest rose in the garden,” he murmured, stroking his soft hair, and brushing it away from his face.

He got out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb Riddle. He shuffled into his slippers and headed for the kitchen, passing their daughters’ room, where Cordelia and Rosalie were still tucked under their rose-pink blankets, and Hugh’s nursery, where he heard the little boy’s early morning babbling. Ace stepped into the room, and his tiny mirror image beamed back at him. “Da!”

“Mornin’ Huey! How’s my boy?” Ace scooped the little one out of his crib, tousling his unruly rust-colored curls. Hugh chattered his baby talk in reply, hugging tight to his father. Ace took a few minutes to get their son cleaned up, and carried him into the kitchen. “Do you wanna help Daddy make breakfast for Papa?” he asked, taking a sippy cup of milk from the fridge for Hugh.

“Hep da!!” Hugh clapped his hands, then took the milk cup, drinking from it greedily. Ace put him into his high chair, then set himself up on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

“All right, boss. You keep an eye on Daddy, and lemme know if I make any mistakes. Also you gotta eat any strawberries I give you. Is it a deal?” He put a small amount of dry cereal into a little bowl and passed it over to Hugh, who happily munched on a handful. “I’ll take that as a yes. Now, time for Daddy’s famous Fleurish Toast!”

“Dost!” echoed Hugh, face already covered with crumbs. Ace laughed and started to get his supplies together. He gathered a bowl and whisk, knife and cutting board, and a large baking dish. Then, his ingredients. Butter, eggs, milk, cream, sugar, cinnamon, bread, and strawberries.

He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get started and see if I can’t get this together before Papa wakes up.” Hugh laughed, a full, jolly sound, and Ace shushed him. “Shhh! Don’t wake Papa! Here, watch me.” Ace began to juggle a few of the larger strawberries, passing one behind his back occasionally to show off. His son watched, eyes wide with amazement. Ace then lined up the fruits on the cutting board, frowned at them, and passed two towards the little boy. “Didn’t pass inspection,” he faux-whispered, and Hugh grabbed them with his chubby fists.

Ace sliced up the berries and put them into a bowl, then sprinkled sugar over them. “These get to wait until later,” he said, putting the bowl into the fridge. “Now for the less fun parts.” He turned on the oven to preheat, then started to butter the baking dish. He hummed a little song as he laid thick slices of bread over the butter, then started to sing as he cracked the eggs into the bowl. “Woke up this morning with my heart on fire, Held on to what I'd been dreaming….” He picked up the whisk, and began to beat the eggs. Hugh bounced in his high chair, drinking his milk.

“Woke up this morning I had one desire, To get back to what I'd been seeing,” Ace continued on, whipping milk and sugar into the eggs to make a frothy mixture. The oven beeped behind him, letting him know it was hot enough to cook. He nodded to Hugh, and poured the eggs over the top of the slices of bread. “Heaven, it was heaven! Now I know I've seen the light, Make it go on shining!” He sprinkled the cinnamon over the top of everything, then slid the baking dish into the oven.

“Waydo yu hart!” Hugh raised his arms over his head, asking his father for uppies.

“You’re getting ahead of me, little man,” Ace laughed. He picked Hugh up and started to dance with him. “Sing it with me, ok? I keep on searching for the way to your heart, Try to believe it's getting better! Baby, take me all the way to your heart, I love you~~ oh whoaa oh!”

Two little heads appeared in the doorway, one red and one brown. Rosalie peeked in, eyes wide, and signed to her sister. “Daddy’s being corny.”

Cordelia shook her head and giggled. “Singing?” she asked and signed, her voice quiet. “I thought there was a cat loose.”

“I’m not that bad, am I, girls?” Ace pouted. “Everyone’s a critic. But, I really should work on the rest of this. Your Papa wasn’t up yet, right?”

Both girls shook their heads in unison as Ace put Hugh back into the high chair to finish his cereal.

“All right then. I still have time. I’ll have to brew some tea, whip some cream, and set up a tray. Oh, and I need to get a rose from outside…”

Cordelia bounced up and down, and pointed to herself. Ace grinned.

“You’ll wear the gloves, and use the shears carefully, right?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She nodded enthusiastically, and bounced her way to the back yard, where their rose bushes grew.

Rosalie shifted slightly. “Can I do something too? I would like to help.”

Ace tapped his chin. “You can find a little vase for me. You know where Papa keeps them, right?”

Rosalie gave a tentative nod, then went off to go and look. Once both girls were on their way, Ace turned back to Hugh. “All right. Time to whip some cream.” He washed out the bowl and whisk, poured in a good amount of cream, and started to beat it. “I’ll make a lot. I know you and your sisters have as much of a sweet tooth as Papa does.”

“Wip keem,” cooed Hugh, watching his father measure in a few spoonfuls of sugar. He smacked his lips. “Sgood!”

“Why thank you, that means a lot coming from someone with such a discerning palate. Even if you do eat cardboard.” Ace continued working on the whipped cream, and both of his daughters returned with their prizes.

“I found the red crystal vase,” Rosalie beamed, holding up the faceted bud vase.

“And I found the prettiest rose!” Cordy held her prize up high, dirt smudged on her nose.

“My heroes!” Ace put the bowl down, and knelt down to hug the girls. “You did perfect, both of you. Now come keep me and Huey company while I finish getting everything together?” He took the flower and the little vase, added a little water, and put the former into the latter.

“Okay. Finish whipping this, brew the tea. i got this,” Ace muttered to himself as the kids sat around the kitchen island. He sighed. “I hope Papa stays asleep until this is done. But, now that I have my crew, I can do anything.”

The kids all grinned at each other as he continued whisking the cream up into stiff peaks. Ace let them all try a bit from the bowl - “Quality control is important!” - before sticking it into the fridge to chill. “Now,” he said, flicking the electric kettle on. “Who can tell me what Papa’s favorite tea is?”

“Rose!” chorused the girls, with Hugh throwing in a happy “woh!” a moment later.

Ace bowed at them theatrically. “Very good, very good. I don’t know what I’d do without my team of advisors. Now, I should get a tray, and a tea pot, and—”

He was cut off by the beeping of the oven timer. “Hold that thought, everyone.” Ace put on the oven mitts, and pulled the dish out, letting it rest on the stove to cool. It was beautiful; golden brown and fluffy, with a warm scent of lightly spiced custard. “Okay. Timing’s good. Let’s have this sit, and I’ll put everything together for Papa and all of you, okay?”

“Okay!” Cordelia signed.

Rosalie nodded. “We can get plates and forks, okay Daddy? C’mon, Cordy! Let’s get nice ones!”

While the kids gathered plates and cutlery, Ace began to assemble a tray. He filled a tea ball with rose tea, and poured boiling water from the kettle over it into Riddle’s favorite tea pot. Next to the tea pot, two cups and saucers, and milk and sugar pots. He placed a pair of cloth napkins down, and the little red bud vase.

The girls returned with the plates and forks. Ace thanked them, and divided the oven fleurish toast into five portions. He topped each dish with sliced sugared strawberries and a dollop of whipped cream, then gave the three smaller portions to the kids. They started in happily, and he set the other two plates and forks onto the tray.

“All right, you three. Mind each other while I go have this with Papa. Don’t forget, we’re going to the park later.” He was answered with a few thumbs up, which was good enough for him. He could eat quick and make it back out before trouble started…

Ace carried the tray back up the hall, and nudged his bedroom door open. Riddle was sitting up in bed, and Ace had to take a deep breath. Dazzling. The man was dazzling. Not fair, this early in the morning. “Hello, my prince,” Riddle called out to him. “Good morning!”

“Aw, I was hoping to wake you up with this,” Ace joked, resting the tray on the bed. He leaned over to kiss his husband. “Mm. Were the kids and I loud?”

“No louder than usual,” Riddle answered, storm-gray eyes flickering merrily. “But this is a lovely surprise.”

“It’s a special day,” Ace shrugged. “Thought I should make it nice for you.”

“It is, indeed. Happy anniversary, my love.”

“Happy anniversary, your Majesty.” Ace kissed Riddle again, more deeply this time. “Mmm. Okay. I made breakfast. Eat up before our peanut squad gets here to steal your strawberries.”

“You thought of everything, thank you.”

“Well, it makes sense; you are my everything.” Ace poured out two cups of tea. “Here’s to many, many more years together. Love you.”

[princessbrunette]

which reader is the most country girl?

probably puppy if it has to be one !! her style is more influenced by the country gals anyway