#em! 🍰

[mistchievous]

💞 (aj, Kayla, or 👑 Jess, you pick)

Em!

I've complimented Jess twice today. I tell Kayla how much I love her all the time. Let's go with AJ again!

@dorkydiaz, you've been there for me since I first entered this fandom, and I always know I can count on you. You're one of the few constants, and I appreciate that more than you know. You've supported me through so much because that's just the kind of friend you are, and you deserve nothing but love and support in return. 💛

MWAH TO YOU BOTH!

[artsy-imogen]

Does Galacta do his own hair care? I can't imagine keeping it up long without self-care. Even better, let the children braid it and stick pretty things in it.

✩ he’s very prideful of his hair, so he’ll try and look after it as best as he can on his own before eventually letting others help out if it gets too knotted. aaand if he’s not feeling too stubborn, he’ll let the kids decorate it xD

[cutestcore-moved]

✮ denji icons from more recent chapters ✮ ! ft him looking so uncomfortable :C

[woniefication]

Hey Nana,remember the first time we met?

Hey Hachi,loving someone is never a waste.

No matter how much you believe in fate.

[idollete]

gente eu queria fazer um desabafo!!!!

a taylor swift é uma maldita safada mesmo né. sério ela tem a PACHORRA de fazer um álbum DESSE JEITO QUE FAZ A GENTE QUER IR DE M WORD e aí depois a gente SOFRE com ele mas o sofrimento NÃO ACABA AÍ pq depois a gente sofre TAMBÉM com os EDITS que ficam fazendo na internet, tipo POR QUE E QUEM AS PESSOAS PENSAM QUE SÃO PRA FAZER ISSO AQUI

não manas mas isso aqui acabou com a minha vida. taylor swift e one direction eu não tolerarei!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[miumura]

MY LIL SOAP BAR HRU??

HIIII EM !!!!! i need to come up with a nickname for u anyways IM DOING OKAY TYSM FOR ASKING ?? HBU?? omg is the pic us 😍?? AND HELP UR PFP??

[resident-cake-anon]

teatime asks (inhales long breath) 3, 5, 8, 13, 23 -- or just any combination of those if you don't want to do all of them lol

long ask post ahead!! questions here

3) Who would they have a sleepover with, and what would they do during it?

❀. the besties heather & perseus ofc!! need more content of them together desperately, their sleepovers are full of pining (and teasing from heather ofc @justrandomselfships)

❀. other than them, i can see her having sleepovers with marianne and hilda, hilda hosting obv and maybe leonie and lysithea join in too! love my golden deer gals <33

5) What's their fave and least fave chore?

❀. SKY WATCH catherine loves riding pegasi sm (especially if claude’s assigned the same chore) she loves being able to see outside the monastery and the feeling of the wind in her hair, she feels…free

❀. stealing a little bit from three hopes but equipment management is her absolutely least fav, if you’ve looked at her wiki you know she hates being around weapons, reminds her too much of her the responsibilities her father has given her and all those lectures on how the mechanisms of ballistae work…

8) If at the monastery at the time, would they take part in the fishing tournament, and how well would they do?

❀. i think catherine has watched more fishing tournaments than she can keep count

❀. i don’t think she’d participate since she isn’t fond of being around most of the church staff a ton, also fishing isn’t super common in mecali nor is it common in any of the dishes so she can’t even enjoy that part either

❀. but i think once she was officially enrolled in the academy, she’d become a little more fond of the feast thrown by a certain house leader that followed the tournament

13) If they're a mounted unit what would they name their mount?

❀. YAY I WANTED TO ANSWER THIS ONE i hadn’t properly thought about it before i saw this prompt but i REALLY should’ve

❀. anyways OFC catherine names her pegasus and i think she would go for Luz (pronounced “looz” or “loose” if that helps)! i could see her and and her pegasus have a really close bond since she’s become such an emotional support for catherine over the years so a mecalian name meaning “light” feels perfect

❀. also she affectionately calls her Luzita!! full of brainworms for them now omg

23) What skill or ability are they proud of that they don't get to show off often?

❀. i think catherine would be good at animal first aid! mecali streets are filled with stray dogs so when she was little she learned quickly how to take care of sick/injured animals

❀. while it wouldn’t be perfect i think she’d understand more than most how to take care of horses and cats depending on how well the skill would translate

❀. i can imagine that the horse girlies of garreg mach would come to her if their horses were unwell (im looking at you marianne & dorte)

[muppetyluv]

I don't think he'd understand wtf my deal/issue is, but I tthjiink he'd try to be normal to me about it. Because I'm his funnyman or whatever I dunno

[kairiscorner]

I AM ALIVE !!! and we were lied to, there's signal now >:]]] anywayyy while i'm on vacation, i'm gonna be brewing up ideas for new imagines/fics/hcs (it's how i cope 💗) and bots !!!

[mistchievous]

sepia & cider

Sending you so many good vibes, Em. I hope you're having a good day today! <3

[thattrashbinoverthere]

Painted em🍰👓

[nyuufruit]

warming up to drawing some much larger shapes 🍰 i honestly struggled to get this to turn out in a way i'd like, but it was still fun wawa

speary and riv always my go-to for silly stuff like this, i love em

[miumura]

not me rushing to read all the chaps i missed on love mazw

HELPPPP I MISSED U POOKS ! no cause when i tried @ you, i wondered where u went bc ur acc wouldnt pop up 😭 I WAS WORRIEDDDD BUT IM GLAD URE BACK NOW 🫶!!

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Tangerine falls in love with his pretty neighbor.

Genre: Fluff 🍰

Warnings: swearing, blood, def a cliché mess but in a good way (hopefully)

~ breaking my T.S title streak for this one! inspired by the song Too Sweet by Hozier ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

It truly was some cruel sick joke that the sweetest looking girl he had ever seen had moved into the house across from his.

Tangerine honestly couldn't remember the last time he let himself have anything truly good in his life, since he knows everything he touches burns right in front of him. Which meant he made the decision that he can't afford that with you—so he's stayed as far away from you as possible.

You, on the other hand, have never wanted to become friends with anyone so much as you did with your two, mostly quiet, neighbors in the house in front of yours.

You'd overheard some neighborly gossip that they weren't to be messed with—gangsters or something like that. You didn't really believe those rumors considering you'd seen one of them, the one with dark skin and platinum hair, feeding the birds that rest on their porch. 

What kind of dangerous gangster would care about birds?

So, that's why, one month into having moved in, you stand in front of their door with a plate of miniature strawberry shortcakes displayed neatly in a pink tray. It feels corny and stupid when no one answers the door for a moment. You raise your hand to knock again when eventually the door opens and you look up, making eye contact with eyes that are the prettiest shade of blue you've ever seen.       

The man is dressed in a white button-up, half of it unbuttoned in his trousers and his brown hair is curled naturally, the ends sticking up messily as he looks you over. He tucks something behind him, clearing his throat awkwardly as his gaze falls to the tray in your hands. "Pastries," he says, his voice velvety and his British accent thick. 

You hold the tray out closer to him. "Shortcakes. I made them myself," you say with a smile and the man just looks annoyed—his lips twitching as he looks you over again, taking in your apron and the cream that's smeared on your cheeks. 

"It's late," he points out calmly, "much too late for afternoon tea."

He's right. It is. It's almost seven—you'd just taken more time with the cakes than you'd wanted. You feel embarrassed now and lower the tray.

"Oh," you bite the inside of your cheek. You'd had a whole introduction plan and now you're flustered. "You could use them as a late-night snack—" you pause, trying to explain, "Most nights, I see that your lights are on when I wake up at around three or four am for water and���well if you already can't sleep, a sweet treat wouldn't do you any harm?"

You feel like the creepiest stalker as the man's eyes widen. 

"Sorry, this was a stupid," you say and turn around, preparing to walk away when the man's voice interrupts your thoughts. 

"I'm allergic to strawberries," he says, "but my brother isn't. He'd love them. Here, I'll take 'em." He takes the tray from you as you turn back around and he looks down at the cakes he's now holding. Tangerine can tell you clearly spent time on them and he has to fight himself not to smile. 

"Thank you—"

"Y/n," you say your name much too quickly, itching for connection to this mystery man. 

"Thank you, Y/n."

You don't even hesitate when you ask, "And you are?"

Tangerine hesitates. He can't tell you his real name. Speaking to you like this, out in the open, is already risky. He sniffs nonchalantly and uses an excuse, one he hopes you won't question too much. "My friends call me Tangerine."

You laugh and the sound is so beautiful it's unfair. "Tangerine? What? Is that some shitty drunken inside joke with your mates at Uni?" you guess, pushing down the curiosity to jokingly ask if you using his nickname makes you his friend. It's too soon for questions like that.

He shrugs. "Mm, something like that," he says and he doesn't elaborate further. You wonder if you'll be worthy of his real name one of these days, but for now, this feels like some progress. You smile at him, rocking on your heels for a moment and then you look back across the street at your house. 

"Well, Tangerine, it was lovely meeting you but I should—" you point behind you with a smile. "I'll see you around and hopefully I can meet your brother! Enjoy the shortcakes!" you wave and skip down the steps as Tangerine watches you, his stomach filled with unfamiliar, normally dormant, butterflies.  

He chuckles, biting his cheek, and then walks back inside. He untucks his gun from his trousers and slides it into the designated drawer of the entrance table, shaking his head with a small smile as he remembers your wide grin. He returns to the living room and puts the tray next to Lemon's puzzle. 

"Someone important?" Lemon asks and then he looks up and sees the cakes. His smile widens and he doesn't hesitate to take one. "Ooo, pastries," he exclaims and practically stuffs one in his mouth, humming with joy. 

"Nah, just our neighbor," Tangerine says and runs a hand in his hair, leaning against the table and mindlessly playing with one of the puzzle pieces as he remembers how pretty you looked. 

Lemon cocks an eyebrow and speaks with his mouth full. "Which one?"

Tangerine shrugs. "Does it matter?" 

Lemon rolls his eyes. "Yer bein' weird as fuck. It was that cute bird from across the street, wasn't it? The one ya keep starin' at when you can see 'er from 'er window—like some creep—"

"Oh, piss off," Tangerine grunts, lowering his head to hide how pink his cheeks have turned.

Lemon hums, continuing to eat the pastries you'd made them, and grins. He knows how his brother is; always too damn proud to admit he has any feelings other than nonchalance and disdain. But he's seen how Tangerine is smitten with you without even an interaction and he can't wait to see where this goes. 

"Want one?" Lemon asks as he motions toward the tray.

"No. I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lemon laughs. "Ya aren't allergic to strawberries, you numpty."

Tangerine stands straighter, eyeing the tray of what looks like really delicious shortcakes for a moment until his jaw clenches and he turns around, his thumbs hooking in his pockets. "I am now," he says bluntly.

* * *

Lemon has gone inside first as Tangerine hangs behind, making sure the garage is fully secured. He's exhausted and there are dark bags under his eyes. Usually, he'll take the inside entrance into the house, but this morning he needs some fresh air after that mission. He walks outside and looks up at the dusty pink sky. It's 4:30 am in the morning—no sane person would be up. 

"Mr. Tangerine!" 

He startles at his name, holding his hands behind him—knowing they're still covered in blood. He looks up and his eyes widen when he sees you.

You're walking across the street to meet him, tightening your ponytail as your grin widens. You don't look sleepy at all. "Good morning," you say and look him over, "Weird running attire," you joke, mentioning the navy blue suit he's wearing.

"Running?" he echoes. 

You drop your arms to your sides, looking him over with a small, amused, frown. "Oh– I just assumed—most people, including myself, are only up at this hour for a morning run. What are you doing?" 

You ask the question so innocently that Tangerine doesn't know how to answer. 

He can't exactly tell you what he's been doing. How the truth is he's been out all night killing for money. He pushes the image of your disappointed and scared look from his mind and lies. "Oh, I like seeing the sunrise," he says, sounding nonchalant, pushing his hands in his pockets quickly so you don't see the dried, crimson, mess. 

Hopefully, you'll leave him alone soon. 

Unluckily for him, you don't leave him alone. "Oh! I love watching the sunrise!" you say, smiling as you point behind you, adjusting your sneakers. "We should go see it someday," you offer kindly, your tone a more sincere nonchalance than he was, "no pressure or anything." 

Tangerine is speechless. He blinks at you, his sharp blue eyes scanning you up and down. You must be kidding. No sensible soul would invite a stranger to do something seemingly so intimate. You shouldn't be inviting him like this, you don't know him. He's dangerous. 

"You don't know me, why would you want to do that?" he asks bluntly. 

You shrug, still looking as nonchalant as ever. "Can't know you if you shut me out," you say, smiling, as you return his bluntness. When he doesn't answer, you just send him a small wave, saying your goodbyes as you begin your run. 

Tangerine is tempted to run with you now. To protect you. He shakes that thought. 

Lemon interrogates him the moment he comes back inside. "Flirtin' with her now, Tan?"

"You're gettin' on my fuckin' tits," Tangerine grunts, your offer still swarming his mind. Lemon laughs. 

Tangerine doesn't have much peace until he eventually, after you deliver more and more pastries as an excuse to talk to him, accepts.

He doesn't sleep a wink that night. He's a nervous wreck as he plays every scenario in his mind and spends hours in the kitchen just to see your smile when he walks out of his house with a covered basket as the morning sun prepares to peak from the clouds.

Your eyes widen and you rush over, your pretty sundress hugging you in ways that make him lose his mind even more. 

"You made something?" you ask, grasping at his arm. Tangerine hums, guiding you to his car. 

"I know a spot," he whispers, hiding his smile. The drive is silent but comfortable and when he drives you to a park, he walks with you up the hill. You watch with amusement as he fusses over the picnic cloth and then opens his basket and pulls out a bowl of strawberries drizzled with frozen chocolate and a small bowl of whipped cream. You both sit down and you look at him, slightly confused. 

"As a thank you for the shortcakes."

"I thought you were allergic to strawberries."

You both say in unison and you laugh. Tangerine's cheeks turn pink and he runs a hand in his hair, answering you, "I- I lied. I just, I was nervous," he says as he picks up a strawberry and outstretches his hand. You smile and look at the cream.

"You whipped this yourself?"

He nods. "The store-bought cream is always disgustingly sweet," he shakes his head and dips the strawberry in the cream before he turns to you again, your knees almost touching as you lean in. You refuse to take the fruit and instead, you part your lips and stare at him, your heart hammering. 

You wonder if this is too forward, but Tangerine brings the strawberry to your lips. It takes bittersweet, like how you assume he would taste, the dark chocolate mixes with the whipped cream, and some falls from your lips. He doesn't say anything as he catches the drip with his thumb, looking at you intensely as his heart beats loudly in his ears. 

"Were my shortcakes too sweet for you?" you ask in a murmur, his hand not leaving your face. 

Tangerine knows he shouldn't. He knows he'll hate himself after but nothing sounds more appealing than kissing you now—so he does.

He can taste the chocolate on your lips as his hands cup lightly around your throat, his touch light. Just enough of a warning as to who he truly is. You gasp, not minding at all, as you kiss him back.

As complicated as you know it will be, this feels��so right. 

Tangerine's hand finds your waist and, bunching up your dress a little in the process, he pulls you in closer. He takes a breath, looking down at you as he ignores the screaming in his head. "No," he whispers, knowing damn well he'd held himself back from tasting them, "No, they weren't too sweet for me."

It doesn't matter because, in the end, he isn't talking about the shortcakes.

tags: @kravensgirl, @brokeaesthetic, @earth-elemental18, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld, @longlivedelusion, @thewinterv

[starscape724]

"Fem in a black leather jacket...and I wanna take 'em home with me!" 🍰🍨

[kittyplushy]

🍰Reblog Game!! (Finished)🍰

STATUS: Closed, Thank you everynya :3 will be getting to the rbs i didn't answer!

Will do another one next time? With knockoff toys maybe haha

Reblog this post with a photo of your f/o (may include a short description of them!) and I'll assign em a lil purse pal!

Up to 2 f/os only, please!

Example:

Proship/Comship/Darkship/Doubles/Hazbin & Mouthwashing selfship dni.