#divider cred: @thecutestgrotto

[systastic]

Hi dearest!❤️

Currently helping some sysmates as they just formed and loosely latched to some people, but! Would you be comfortable doing a Freminet and/or a Dahlia (Genshin Impact both!) alter?? It’s perfectly fine if not!!❤️

Lots of love, don’t forget to take care of yourself!! -⚰️🍎

ur brain has good taste -🐝

absolutely we can!! :3 n thank mew for the love ♡ -🍥

level 1 freminet

name :: freminet, emmett, elliott, claude, antoine, florent, issac, bastien

age :: 16 to 18

pronouns :: he/him, ce/cer, ae/aer, nae/nym

roles :: dissonaut, daydream inducer, emotional suppressor, entrancer, faucet

species :: fontanian pre-prophecy

gender identity :: quoigender ; deepseain & abyssgender

orientation :: queer, greyrose (alterous and sexual), polyromantic ; tends towards close bonds of friendship or romance over sexual ones. cy desires closeness to another person; whether or not it’s romantic doesn’t matter.

source :: genshin impact

level 2 dahlia

name :: dahlia, elio, cedric, benediction (ben), theodore (theo), finneas, jude, loretto/loreto, eredis

age :: physically 15 to 18 , mentally over several thousand years old (around for the end of the archon war and the installation of the church of favonius)

pronouns :: he/him, she/her, she/he (alternating), fy/fyr/fyrself, hal/hael/halo/haloself, bat/bats/batself

roles :: secret keeper, shusher, confuser, instigator, antagonizer, religious persecutor (unintentionally)

species :: human blessed by barbatos ; functionally immortal (tied to the church)

gender identity :: bigender

orientation :: achillean, apothisexual ; had a crush on barbatos/venti when the two first met

source :: genshin impact (leaks)

aesthetic :: fallen angel, gothic, vampire goth, darkest academia

appearance description :: in spite of his status as a deacon of the church of favonius, dahlia prefers shades of black and red to white and blue. it is this eclectic taste that sets her apart from the sisters: having such colors makes him stand out, drawing people’s eyes and ears in his direction. ben does not crave this spotlight. he would much rather grant it to the sisters as they can often help the people who visit more than dahlia can. hal is a bit of a recluse, and as such does not often think of what haels outfit looks like. this often causes confusion for visitors who meet the deacon as fyrs appearance is vastly different from what is expected. finneas secretly enjoys this momentary confusion. looking at him with that dumbstruck expression makes him feel like he could get away with anything.

personality description :: a bit of a brat and brutally straightforward, dahlia does not and will not beat around the bush. lengthy messages are a pain to receive and an even greater pain to write. he is fond of witty wordplay and jokes, and is a master of passive aggressive commentary. in truth, dahlia is somewhat manipulative in terms of not telling everyone the truth all of the time, and uses the church and its funds as a coverup for his real goals: discovering a way to end his immortality and return to being normal. he’s a bastard of a man who hides behind passive aggressive comments to avoid invoking the fury of others. people don’t defy him due to his status as the deacon, though — so he can get away with quite a bit. he does genuinely love the people and makes sure that the city knows this through special events, daily devotionals for those who desire it, and pardoning any supposed sins that citizens feel they have committed. (especially the fountain brother and sister duo.) he is fiercely loyal to the church and the sisters within - particularly rosaria due to seeing himself in her - viewing them as a sort of extended, everlasting “family” he can find solace in.

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[amarantoestrella]

—🍒 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚, 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭: Beloved starlet, vanishes without a trace!

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟐𝟎’𝐬. 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚. 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐧

—🍒 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞: Interview with a lover

# 𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬: Three Loads! Gojo

—🍒 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬: Masterlist. Events

# 𝐘𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫: Farmer! Draken

—🍒 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲: BYF

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[sharp-silver4795]

Subculture HCs

After this post, I wanted to do this heheh

I organized this a bit differently so that I don’t lose track of shit

Goth ♥️

Nurse Ann

Kate the Chaser

Doll Maker

Emo + Scene 🖤

Bloody Painter

Chess Master

Judge Angels

Nathan the Nobody

Nina

Punk ⛓️

Silver (me)

Clockwork

Zero

Jeff

Neon Spike

Rogue (not really, she claims it but is an absolute bitch)

EJ (🥚 accidentally lmao)

Grunge 🤎

Toby

X-Virus

90% of the Proxies

Kat Hunter

Scarecrow

Metal Heads 🔗

Liu (doesn’t dress it 24/7)

Puppeteer

(Masky likes *some of* the Music)

Scarecrow (she’s collecting that shit)

Kate (I feel like these sometimes go hand in hand)

Aesthetics 🔎

Liu - Dark Academia

Ani the Wight - Light Academia

Divider Creds:

Dumpitos

Thecutestgrotto

Kodasworld

xxbimbobunnyxx

saradika

Sister Lucifer

Asks and Requests are Open!!

[kissmekissmedelerious]

Batman Forever Edward Nygma x Reader

summary: Edward head canons + him working up the courage to ask you on a date

Divider creds - @/sister-lucifer @/thecutestgrotto

He always seemed to be more comfortable around you than the others and you noticed a difference in his behavior when he was around you.

He would also idolize you as he did Bruce Wayne getting all giddy when you were around, always showing you his new creations.

But you were much different than Bruce actually seeming to care for what he was interested in and that was one of the reasons why he fell even harder for you.

Somehow he could let his guard down around you being able to feel comfortable around you which was something not many people have done, and you managed to wriggle your way into his heart.

He usually isn’t one for physical affections but when it came to you he softened a lot with how gentle you were to him.

After meeting you he found himself gravitating towards you more, reaching for you more, and choosing to be around you more than his other coworkers.

Slowly he started warming up more and more to you and accepting the affection but he still didn’t understand why you took such a liking to him.

After all he was just some guy working at Wayne enterprises, nothing truly special compared to you.

He was so lost as to why you were so kind, attempting to push you away or catch you off guard with his puzzles and riddles, trying to push you away, but you never left him. You stayed no matter how hard he tried to leave.

After realizing you wouldn’t be so quick to

leave him like others he started to notice more things about you and became kinder, he shared some of his interests and started to pay more attention to you, which led him to fall even more head over heels.

The first time you really gave him a show of affection without him initiating it was when he didn’t come to work for about a week, at first you thought he must’ve just had some sort of illness but after trying to contact him and blowing up his phone with no response you got even more rightfully concerned.

So when he finally came back to work you ran up to him and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“Oh my god Edward you scared me !”, you scolded , “I was worried sick !”

He was shocked from the hug but felt extremely guilty for worrying you, especially with how he felt towards you.

“I’m really sorry y/n, I am I just had a really busy week and” He mumbles into your shoulder.

He was rambling now. Usually you loved listening to him ramble but you saw his guilt ridden face and couldn’t help but to try and comfort him, so finally let your emotions take over.

“I didn’t mean to ignore all of your calls but just a lot of things happened and- “

You kiss him, hard, just to get his tangent to stop. But as soon as he feels your lips on his he relaxes into you, reaching to cup your face in his hand never wanting to let go of you, but alas you soon break apart from the kiss.

Staring at each other In utter shock, Edward in the fact he had never experienced anything like that and you, surprised you even had the gut to do that.

He stares at your face, his flushed red mouth agape like a fish. When suddenly he grabs your face and pulls you in for another kiss. This time it’s shorter but just as amorous as the last.

When you both pull apart you stare at him truly in love and grinning like an idiot.

“Soo” Edward draws out his question peaking your interest even more.

“How does Friday at 8:00 sound..?” Edward asks nervously avoiding eye contact with you as he fiddles with his shirt.

“Oh that’d be so perfect” you cheerfully agreed jumping on him to give him another ginormous hug.

[im-not-a-traitor]

"Cause you and I, we were born to die."

Hello and welcome to my Blog!

This is a c!Eret rp blog based around lmanburg era

Set around the begining :)

Rules / facts !!

{ ☆ } : Eret is in their mid twenties during this arc, and uses he/him and they/them!

{ ☆ } : Lmancrew :3 : Niki, Jack, wilbur, Tommy, tubbo, fundy ^__^

{ ☆ } : you are allowed to play anybody from any era ^__^ qsmp, ocs, idm we ignore Canon

{ ☆ } : relationships / shipping is allowed but no NSFW 🙏

Ooc stuff :3

This blog is run by @myaminecraft ^__^

While this blog will try to stay lighthearted, if something triggering comes up, I will tag it

Thats all! Thank you for stopping by!!

Creds under cut

Dividers @thecutestgrotto

Pfp from lmanburg the musical

[toadspondofwhimsy]

Ain't No Apple Pie – Winchester Brothers

SUMMARY: You got out, left the life, but you’re miserable and looking for a way back in. 

PAIRING: Platonic!Sam Winchester x gn!Reader, Platonic!Dean Winchester x gn!Reader.

WARNINGS: Reader insert, swearing.

WORD COUNT: ~1.2k

A/N: divider cred: thecutestgrotto

Being a reformed hunter wasn’t easy. Every person you came into contact with you were suspicious of. You checked their teeth for fangs, checked their eyes for glimmers, and always kept a silver blade on you. 

You were out. Living the apple pie life, as an older friend of yours would say. With the way your mind worked, were you really out? You searched for a supernatural explanation in every strange occurrence. You’ve even picked up that phone and dialed his number a few times. One last hunt together, yet every time you set the phone back down and decided against calling.

You clawed yourself out, why throw that all away so readily? To be frank, you were miserable. There is not such thing as an apple pie life for a “dead” felon. You worked days at a nondescript business, off the books. They didn’t ask questions and neither did you. Especially not when you were handed that wad of cash for your first “pay-check.”

You rented a shit-hole apartment, the bathroom walls were stained with mold and when you first moved in you swore it was haunted. That was the first time you almost called him. You decided to do some digging first, you didn’t want him to come all the way for nothing. So, you dug and you came up with a load of crap. Literally, all you found was rat shit. The super determined they chewed through some electrical wires. Also, the heater in your unit was shot to hell. Great. No haunting, you should be happy, but why do you feel disappointed?

Next time you almost called, you suspected your boss was a vampire. No surprise there, you were wrong, over vigilant. Though, you cannot blame yourself, you’ve lived the life of a warrior. Being hyper vigilant saved your life, it saved your friends lives, multiple times over. You can’t just turn that part of your brain off. You need to learn a new way of living. You need help, but there isn’t exactly a hunter support group outside of a roadhouse. 

Currently, you were sitting in an all staff meeting, bored out of your mind as your boss droned on about increasing sales and customer engagement. You drifted off in thought as you picked at your cuticles. The sounds of your coworkers voices becoming like a hum. You envisioned the whole company as a legion of the undead and you storming in with your best friends flanking your sides, machetes at the ready. You let out a fierce battle cry as you swung your weapon and decapitated your boss in the middle of his speech about turning more undead. 

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of your name and all eyes were on you. Your eyes scanned the room jumping from face to face. The one person that you’re friends with at work, and you use that term loosely, said, “what do you think about making changes to the front area? Do you think that’ll draw more people in?”

You smiled at her and mouthed your thanks before answering the question, “less clutter for sure. Other than that, I’m not sure.” You had plenty of ideas but you weren’t about to give them out to these corporate leeches for free. 

Your boss scowled or that was just his face, sometimes it was that hard to tell. He begrudgingly thanked you for your contribution and continued to drone on about looking alive and friendly. You internally groaned, you did not get paid to be friendly! 

Finally, the meeting was over and you practically ran out of there. You made a stop at your local dive bar with a crew from work, one of them including your “friend.” You were certain she was a nice person and you could get along, but old habits die hard. You were intent on keeping her at arms distance lest she be endangered by your lifestyle. The lifestyle you don’t even live anymore. Though everyday of this apple pie life seemed harder than your toughest nights hunting and crashing in some abandoned building. Seriously, some of your squats looked like a 5 star accommodation compared to your rental. 

You drank a few beers and made polite conversation. When the chatter turned to office drama and other work related topics you decided to dip out. 

The next day at work you stood up front with your boss talking about some possible upgrades to the entrance, which really means he was talking and you were vaguely listening. Your already divided attention was tore away from him when through the window you saw a black ‘67 Chevy Impala tear into the parking lot. Your boss said something about classic cars and you simply ignored him as you exited your workplace. You knew exactly two people who could be driving that car and you could only think of one reason why they’d find you. You started walking towards the vehicle, praying to heaven above that both brothers exited that vehicle. The driver side and passenger side door opened at the same time. You felt your breath catch in your throat at the anticipation. A bright smile was brought to your face when you saw both brothers, though it was quickly wiped off when you saw the seriousness on theirs. 

“What are you guys doing here?” You questioned tentatively. 

Dean looked over at you with a guarded expression. “You know we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t bad,” he said in a gruff manner. 

“Seriously, we’re sorry to do this, but we need to ask you for a favor,” Sam said, his tone more sympathetic than Dean’s. 

Though you understand Dean is just grappling with feelings of guilt right now. He promised that if you got out, he wouldn’t drag you back in. He tended to keep his promises, especially ones to you. Whatever it was, without them even saying yet, you knew it must be worse than they’re letting on. 

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk,” You said while walking towards the backseat.

“No, we can talk about this later when you get off,” Sam protested.

“Yeah, we’re already interrupting your life,” Dean added, not quite meeting your eyes as he spoke. His jaw set in a familiar clench, you knew he was grinding his teeth. A bad habit he got whenever he was stressed, angry, or down right upset.  

“Really, I’ve been looking for a reason to come back. Ain’t no apple pie out here, not a damn crumb for me,” You added, your tone laced with bitterness and a hint of regret. 

The brothers shared a look, confusion passing over both of their faces. 

“We can talk about this later, now let’s go,” You spoke up as you noticed the shared look between the two. 

All three of you clambered into the car and Dean began to drive out of the parking lot. You started giving him directions to your apartment. While doing so you peered out the window and saw your boss watching with a dumbfounded look on his face. The sight of his utter horror brought a devilish smirk to your face as you flipped him the bird. Sam chuckled at your antics and Dean sped off, the roar of baby’s engine broke the peaceful quiet of the afternoon and her tires kicked up dust. 

You sat back in your seat and threw your head back laughing. The smell of leather filling your nose, paired with the sound of baby’s familiar purr, and the sight of your two favorite boys, filled your heart, mind, body, and soul with a happiness you’ve been lacking.

[daily-red-character]

Red Character of the Day

day 167

Arytani

OC by @micr0machine

Divider cred: @/thecutestgrotto

[cherrrryfizz]

hey hey hey! im cherie. this is just a silly blog for stimboards/moodboards i made out of boredom! reqs are always open and i'll do a stim/moodboard for just about anything! NONE OF THE GIFS / PICTURES USED WILL BE MINE UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE, BUT ALWAYS POSTED WITH PROPER CREDS!

rules no nsfw , pls be polite, no claiming aaaaaaany of my stim/moodboards as your own! i ask that youre patient with me, sometimes i might take awhile with reqs! if you think i missed yours, or the ask mightve been deleted on accident, feel free to reach out to me via ask/dms and i'll get it done as soon as i can! dont spam please info im mostly into stuff like crk, genshin impact, phighting, crob, marvel, smile precure, etc (plus cherry crush) but as long as you give me the name of the character youd like, or a certain theme, i'll do my best to make something. be as specific as youd like :] keep in mind i am a minor, and the pronouns are she/her! tags

#fizzy and fresh ~ stimboard/moodboard reqs! #cherry's treat ~ stimboards/moodboards i make for myself #on the house ~ stimboards/moodboards i kinda just make because i feel like it... not really meant for anybody specific #spilled soda ~ me rambling, or announcements

divider creds to @/thecutestgrotto!

[toadspondofwhimsy]

Wildflower -- Charlie Bradbury

SUMMARY: Cas and Dean can’t stand to see their best friend single any more, so they set them up on a blind date with their other friend, Charlie.  PAIRING: Charlie Bradbury x gn!Original Character WARNINGS: OC pairing, I’m hella rusty at writing  WORD COUNT: ~1.2k A/N: I haven’t written something non-academic in a long ass time, so pls be easy on me friends. Also, this format thing is also new to me :)  divider cred: thecutestgrotto

The lighting in the bar was dim, but Phoenix could still make out the forms of their two best friends holding each other and gently swaying on the dance floor. Currently, they were slumped over seated at the bar nursing a lukewarm beer. They only came out tonight because of the staunch begging from their oldest friend Dean and a promise from their most angelic friend Castiel that they definitely will not be third wheeling. Here they were, watching their friends be grossly in love while they themself had zero prospects. Yippee! 

A few songs passed and Phoenix had to look away from the sickening scene, if they saw Cas’ trench coat twirl around him one more time, surely they’d barf. They flagged down the bartender and ordered a vodka cran and requested it be put on Dean’s tab. If he complained they’ll just remind him about his better half’s promise and the credit card fraud.

Another round. Another round. Another round. Phoenix drank their sorrows trying to drown out the sound of their lovesick heart. They always put personal connections on the back burner as a sacrifice for the job. It’s just something you do to protect the ones you care about, don’t get too close and they can’t be harmed by this week’s big bad. After Phoenix had a few drinks, Dean and Cas returned to the bar, smiling and giggly, like they both just got asked to prom. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile at their love despite their jealousy. No one could deny how cute they were as a pair with Dean’s gruffness and Cas’ aloof stare, who wouldn’t adore them?

“What’s up?” Dean asked taking a seat at the bar, “Whatchu drinkin’?”

“Oh you know, just sitting here by myself while my friends ditch me to be in love,” Phoenix answered laying the guilt on thick, “vodka cran.”

“Sorry, we got carried away,” Cas apologized sounding as sincere as he could in this moment. 

“Plus, I think I know how we can fix this,” Dean called over the bartender to order another round, “Cas tell ‘em”

“We have a friend, Charlie, we can set you two up on a date. She’ll be visiting next week.” Cas explained. 

Phoenix’s interest was piqued, they turned their attention to Cas, “tell me more.” 

Cas continued talking about his friend and Dean jumped in with some funny anecdotals. All in all Charlie seemed like a pretty cool person to get to know. Even if nothing romantic came of it, Phoenix would certainly love to be friends with this person. 

A few weeks later Phoenix stood outside the art gallery nervously clutching a bundle of wildflowers. Their eyes scanned every passerby for a violet pinned to her shirt, that’s what Dean told them to look out for. Phoenix told Dean that they’d be the one wearing a denim vest with an impossible amount of patches on it. 

Their eyes lit up when they noticed the red headed woman standing on the other side of the entrance with a violet pinned to her t-shirt looking around. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, she’s gorgeous, they thought to themself as they walked over. Charlie glanced over at them as they approached her.

Charlie smiled as their eyes scanned over Phoenix’s vest. ‘That really is a lot of patches,’  Charlie thought to herself. She pointed at the wildflowers, “Phoenix?” 

“Well, actually I’m Phoenix, these are flowers,” Phoenix held the flowers out to Charlie with a sheepish grin, “for you.” 

Charlie chuckled, it sounded like music to Phoenix’s ears, “Thank you.” She took the flowers into her hands and looked them over admiring the many blooms. “These are beautiful.” 

“Almost as beautiful as you,” Phoenix responded, “shall we go inside?” Phoenix held their arm out and Charlie linked hers through theirs. 

“Totally! I’ve been so excited for this gallery,” Charlie spoke the excitement clear in her voice. 

The two walked inside together arm in arm and Phoenix listened intently as Charlie told them everything she knew about the artist being showcased at this gallery. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile at her as she spoke, her knowledge and confidence to share it warmed their heart. All the first date jitters washed away from them as they walked deeper into the gallery.

Charlie had shifted topics now and was speaking about queer art history in general. Phoenix stopped walking in front of a large painting of two brightly colored ambiguous human figures leaned into each other with dark muted colors swirling around them in the background. They felt breathless looking at this painting as their eyes scanned over it rapidly taking in every element.

Charlie stopped speaking when they noticed what had captured Phoenix’s rapt attention. She glanced over at the painting and saw it for what it was, beautiful, but it didn’t quite hold her attention as much as Phoenix did. She rather watch Phoenix, their face holding a look of wonder as they stared up at what they would describe as a masterpiece. 

Charlie leaned into Phoenix bumping their shoulder with her own. Phoenix looked down at her and smiled brightly, “sorry, I was just enamored. What were you saying?” 

Charlie shook her head, “No, no, don’t be sorry. It was cute.” She had her own smile that matched Phoenix’s. 

Phoenix’s heart sang as they held Charlie’s gaze. Never in a million years did they think Cas and Dean would be good matchmakers, look at how long it took the both of them to realize the intensity of their affections for each other. Though here Phoenix was standing in front of Charlie with a stupid grin permanently plastered to their face. They could listen to her info dump all night in fact they welcomed it, adored it even. Phoenix turned so their body was now facing Charlie’s and she followed suit. Phoenix’s heart hammered in their chest as they admired the soft wave of Charlie’s hair as it framed her face. 

A soft pink blush creeped up on Charlie’s cheeks. She felt bashful at Phoenix’s admiration of her. Charlie took a step closer to them, slowly closing the distance between them. Phoenix felt a frenzy of butterflies come to life as Charlie moved closer to them. They wrapped an arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her closer, eliminating the distance between them, “this okay?”

“Does Princess Leia steal and plant Imperial blueprints in R2-D2’s memory?” Charlie answered, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. 

Phoenix laughed, a sweet sound to Charlie’s ears, causing her to laugh as well. They were both quickly smitten with each other. Phoenix gently brushed a loose strand of Charlie’s hair behind her ear and whispered, “can I kiss you?” 

“A million times yes,” Charlie answered with a sweet smile on her face. 

Phoenix leaned in and pressed their lips against Charlie’s, pulling her into a soft kiss. Charlie leaned into them, her heart racing as she kissed them back with everything inside of her. 

When they pulled away from each other, lips pink, and chests heaving, they shared a look. 

“Wanna get outta here?” Phoenix breathed, their voice low and heady. 

Charlie nodded her head as her eyes raked over Phoenix’s body, practically undressing them with her eyes, “let’s go.” Charlie took Phoenix’s hand into hers and led them outside to her vehicle. 

[toadspondofwhimsy]

Harvest Moon – Charlie Bradbury

SUMMARY: Phoenix and Charlie are on another date, this time they’re apple picking and baking a pie together. Their friends join in to eat some pie with them. PAIRING: Charlie Bradbury x gn!Original Character WARNINGS: original character pairing, swearing, very lazily edited. WORD COUNT: ~1.4k A/N: divider cred: thecutestgrotto

Phoenix and Charlie walked through the orchard hand in hand. The breeze rustled through the leaves and carried the sweet scent of apples. Charlie squeezed Phoenix’s hand affectionately causing them to smile that cute lopsided smile that never ceased to make Charlie’s heart flutter. 

“What else do you have planned for our Harvest Moon celebration?” Charlie asked. She wasn’t a spiritual person, she took pleasure in nerdy things like Comic-Con and LARPing, but she was glad to celebrate anything with Phoenix. 

“Now we’ll make something with these apples,” Phoenix explained as they raised the large paper sack full of beautifully red apples. “I thought you could choose whatever we make, I made a cobbler last year,” they added. 

Charlie looked off into the distance as the pair continued to walk through the trees. It was a habit she had whenever she was thinking about something. Phoenix found it endearing, they liked that Charlie took the time to think of the possibilities instead of just blurting an answer out. 

When they approached the store front of the orchard Phoenix placed the sack onto the scale, Charlie gave her answer as she looked at the goodies that were being offered. “What if we made an apple pie,” she mused.

“I think we’d be the favorite couple in the bunker tonight,” Phoenix smiled over at Charlie before completing their transaction with the farmer.

“Perfect,” Charlie responded with a sly grin, “that’ll soften their hearts when I beat them all in Magic tonight.” 

Phoenix laughed heartily, the sound brought a glowing smile to Charlie’s face.

“Dean’s a sore loser no matter what,” Phoenix said, still amused.

“You’re right about that, quickest way to see a grown man pout is to beat him in something,” Charlie added before laughing. Phoenix joined in on the laughter, imagining Dean’s freckled face pouting after losing any kind of competition.

Back at the bunker, Charlie and Phoenix worked diligently in the kitchen. Charlie was rolling out the pie dough while Phoenix cored and diced the apples. The pair worked in harmony, the sounds of their chatter and laughter filled the space. Soon enough the air smelled of cinnamon and apples as Phoenix prepared the apple pie filling on the stove. Charlie laid the rolled-out dough in the pie dish. She stuck her nose in the air and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the sweet and spicy scent. She hummed her approval and wrapped her arms around Phoenix’s waist, getting flour all on their shirt. 

Phoenix grinned at Charlie’s touch, “hi, sweetie.” 

“Hey,” Charlie whispered back, resting her head against Phoenix’s back.

Phoenix continued to stir the mixture on the stovetop though they were careful not to disturb Charlie’s hold on them. “Whatcha doin’,” Phoenix questioned.

“Just waiting for the filling so we can finish making the pie,” Charlie answered.

“You might be in luck,” Phoenix surmised. They scooped up a spoonful of apple pie filling and gently blew on it. They turned to face Charlie and she took a small step back allowing Phoenix the space to move. Phoenix held the spoon up to Charlie’s mouth, “let me know if it’s missing anything.” 

Charlie wrapped her lips around the spoon, taking the sweet mixture on her tongue. She hummed and gave Phoenix a thumb’s up, “doesn’t need a thing.” 

Phoenix smiled brightly, showing off their chipped tooth. Charlie smiled back, “you’re so adorable.” 

“Oh, stop,” Phoenix blushed, not used to such attention from a beautiful lady.

“Never,” Charlie teased and grabbed the filling off the stove and began to put it into the pie dish. 

Phoenix turned off the stove and leaned against the counter. They admired Charlie as she finished putting the pie together. He auburn hair sat in a messy bun, some loose strands collected around her face. Phoenix moved closer to Charlie and gently pressed a kiss to her temple. She giggled and looked up at her adorable partner before pulling them into a sugary kiss. Phoenix chuckled against her lips. When they pulled away Charlie went back to her task at hand. 

“Were you stealing bites of filling over here?” Phoenix questioned. 

Charlie grinned at them before moving towards the preheated oven with the assembled pie. “What makes you think that,” Charlie asked.

Phoenix followed her and opened the oven door, “your kiss was unusually sweet.”

Charlie only hummed in response as she placed the unbaked pie in the oven. Phoenix shut the oven door behind her and then quickly lunged at Charlie. They wrapped an arm around the unsuspecting ginger holding her in place as Phoenix tickled her sides. Charlie’s laughter came bubbling out which caused Phoenix to smile widely. Charlie began to flail as laughter continued to escape her, she hit at Phoenix's arms and shoulders. Finally she was able to squeeze out a, “stop,” between fits of giggles. Phoenix ceased the tickling assault and instead held Charlie close in their arms. 

“I ever tell you how cute your chipped tooth is,” Charlie asked as she reached up and stroked Phoenix’s cheek. They blushed a deep red.

“No, I don’t think you have,” Phoenix muttered.

“Well, I find it adorable,” Charlie said, smiling up at Phoenix adoringly. 

The blush on their cheeks grew wider and Phoenix felt the need to create a diversion and somehow get the attention off themself. Charlie swept her fingers through Phoenix’s electric green hair and leaned forward. Phoenix met them halfway and they were swept into a tender kiss. Phoenix felt like they were floating whenever Charlie kissed them. Charlie gently bit down on Phoenix’s bottom lip causing them to sigh into the kiss. She took this opportunity to slip her tongue past their lips. Phoenix gripped onto Charlie’s hips and pulled her body flush against their own. Everything in the world slipped away as the pair stayed preoccupied in their passionate embrace. 

When the shrill beeping of the kitchen timer thrust them back into reality, the two pulled away from each other. Their lips were kiss bruised as they made their way to the oven. Charlie put on some oven mitts and retrieved the freshly baked pie. Phoenix inhaled deeply and Charlie wafted the steam coming off the apple pie towards them. 

“We did that!” Phoenix celebrated. 

Charlie held her hand up for a high-five, “fuck, yeah, we did!”

The aroma of fresh baked apple pie of course brought some visitors to the kitchen. Dean clambered in with a frazzled looking Cas hot on his heels. 

“Pie!” Dean declared as he went straight to the baked good. His nose was dangerously close to the delectable sight before him. 

“When do I get to eat it?” Dean questioned with a slight whine to his voice. 

Charlie moved the pie out of sniffing and biting range causing Dean to straighten up. 

“Who said we’re sharing,” Charlie teased.

Phoenix snorted from where they were standing and Cas looked on with an ever stoic expression. 

“Aw, come on, you guys baked a pie in the bunker, where I live and it’s only my favorite dessert. You guys are sharing,” Dean said as he crossed his arms across his chest. 

“What if this pie was special and for someone else,” Charlie teased him further. 

“Do I need to start guilt tripping,” Dean questioned, a small smile on his face. 

Charlie and Phoenix both laughed and Cas cracked a smile. Everyone knew Dean was good at guilt tripping, he’s done enough good for his friends and the world as well as had enough bad happen to him. It gave him multiple angles to come from, he certainly deserved some homemade pie. 

“When it’s cool, you can eat some pie,” Charlie said, “you know I was just messin’ with you.” 

Dean smiled and pulled Charlie into a lazy hug, “ah, the little sis I never had.”

“Good thing too, we would have joined forced to annoy you,” Sam said when he entered the kitchen, having joined the kitchen crew at the tail end of the conversation. 

“Without a doubt, you two would have driven me crazy,” Dean chuckled. 

As the conversation continued, everyone joking and laughing together, Phoenix dished out a slice of warm apple pie to everyone present. Even Cas enjoyed it, stating the molecules were arranged beautifully. This statement, of course, confused Phoenix and Dean said he’d explain later. Sam saved a slice for Eileen upon Charlie’s insistence. The motley crew of friends enjoyed their evening and throughout it all, Phoenix couldn’t keep their eyes off Charlie in her radiant beauty.

[daily-red-character]

Red Character of the Day

day 139

Megumin

From: Konosuba

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