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[lacunazai]

🥞chuuzai!!!!!! :3

thank u nonnie kissing u on da forehead ( ill put it under cut in case people don't wanna see ) || askgame

🥞 - who spoils the other more?

I think it depends. money wise definately chuuya, I'm so so broke constantly that it's almost scary. but he regularly busts hundreds on pricey gifts and outfits i looked at for a little too long while window shopping. it's cute!! but affection wise definately me. he's a big sap and he melts like an icecube when you scratch his scalp in the right spot. he's just like a big puppy really, one too nervous to try and execute anything most days. 😞

[maretriarch]

i think rosemary would have a cold war when getting ready for their wedding. as in they love each other. they do want to get married (as much as any...what. they were 17 or whatever in the credits?) can but I think looking down the barrel of commitment makes rose start to tweak about completely unimportant things like the floral arrangements and its like 9 pm 3 hours before their last chance at cancellation with no fees or delay to the service and she's like Kanaya my dear I will not let you ruin our sacred union with those centerpieces. Have you even thought about how'd they'd look against the tablecloth. we'd have to burn the photographs. we'd have to turn people away at the door before they saw. and kanaya is like Lalonde Why Are You Fucking With Me On This

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

im rlly upset so i ws wondering if u could like.. share some gojo hcs to make me feel beter .. maybe like some height hcs if thats ok with you (´＿｀。)

i’m sorry to hear that anon !!!!! :(( here’s a cup of tea and a sandwich, make sure to eat and drink today if you haven’t 🍵🥪 !!!! you’ll feel better !!!!!!!

gojo height hcs ….. do you mean like . size difference hcs ? :3 him with a tall or short reader …? i’ll do both just in case !!! i think that regardless of how tall you are he’ll use it against you somehow LMAO. chances are he’s taller than you, in which case he’ll never stop bringing it up ….. even if you’re only a little shorter than him he’ll try to use your head as an armrest lol. and boyyyy oh boy if you’re an actual shortie… :// thinks you are the cutest thing in the world . likes to put your stuff on higher shelves so you’ll ask him to help (if you don’t he just pouts)….. it probably makes his protective instincts a little worse. just a bit. he loves the fact that he towers over you, and adores the fact that you have to stand on your tiptoes and drag him down for a kiss when you want one <3

and if you happen to be taller than him …. he’ll be the one playing damsel in distress i think 😭 rests his jaw on your shoulder …. asks for piggyback rides…… he’s still violently protective but he definitely likes that you make him feel small & dainty lmao . he’s cute !!!

[gomzdrawfr]

Hello for the ask game,

What Malaysian food would be your OC's favourite? 👀👀

(mine is bakuteh for sure but who asked)

HELLO!!! (bakuteh is fair omg mine's gotto be roti canai and hainan chicken rice...)

Jelly would definitely love rendang, indian curry and nasi lemak because she LOVES spicy food (prob would drag Ghost for midnight mamak session)

Raven (rumour has it that PERHAPS she originated from Malaysia so...) would kill for dimsum (specfically dumplings/wo tip), ABC soup (yes the malaysia version NOT the letters soup), tang yuan and apam balik

for non-malaysian here's some photos of the food mentioned:

nasi lemak

rendang (this one's beef)

dumpling/wo tip (potstickers)

ABC Soup (taste of home <3) HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT!! IT'S SIMPLE AND IT WARMS UP YOUR BELLY REAL GOOD

tang yuan (a kind of dessert, I've made them before from here and shared my recipe here)

apam balik (peanut pancake, also considered dessert but more like snacks between meals!)

[bebemoon]

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂 @blushslip​<3

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vivienne westwood crystal studded ribbon and orb sterling silver pin

michaela stark “floating ribbons” asymmetric corset in baby pink

ladurée strawberry candy and liquorice macarons 

nina ricci “l’air” eau de parfum, c. 2o11

[serial-serializednovelreader]

27. Their guilty pleasure - Seward

19. Vices/bad habits - Mina

3. Obscure headcanon - Arthur

Yay! Love these questions 🥰 very lightly implied spoilers under the cut. Spoiler-free ask with Jonathan character prompts here.

19. Vices/bad habits - Mina

I think she picks at the skin around her fingers whenever she gets nervous. That probably doesn’t sound too bad, but as someone who does this on a regular basis, without going into detail…it’s not a good habit. Your fingers will not look nice after a while of doing this. I imagine she’s tried to break this habit numerous times through various methods, but nothing has stuck. She was worried how Jonathan would see her fingers when he proposed (she attempted to stop picking when she had a feeling this was going to happen soon), but all he did was kiss her fingers and tell her the ring looked perfect on her delicate fingers (<33333). I would think up some way for her to break this, but as I have tried and failed to break the habit myself…uh…good luck, Mina! I will say in a modern AU, she comes close by using fidget toys to play with rather than defaulting to picking the skin.

Another “bad habit”, though it’s more of an instinct I think, is to always clear her plate and hoard food whenever possible. As an orphan, I’m sure she knew food scarcity as a child, and I imagine this is something she still finds herself doing, even though she has a more secure environment. This will fade with time and further security.

27. Their guilty pleasure - Seward:

I feel like because he likes recording himself on a phonograph, he would be a big fan of music. Therefore, he *loves* attending concerts, the opera, and, yes, theatre whenever possible!! He hasn’t had time lately because of his emotions, but hopefully he’ll get some time to attend soon (I say, fully knowing what comes next). I also think this is something he likes to do on his own, but perhaps he’ll be able to share his love of the arts one day with the people in his life! Or, he’ll keep it a solo guilty pleasure. You never know with Seward.

3. Obscure headcanon - Arthur

I hope you’re not mad about this, anon, but I honestly haven’t heard very many headcanons about Arthur (which is my own fault, I know, I need to branch out and read more Dracula fanfics — especially those with Arthur as the titular character). So, I came up with a headcanon based off of something I don’t think we talk about enough with Arthur’s character (although, since Arthur is such an underrated character, would that make all of his headcanons obscure? Things to consider).

So we know that Arthur went on adventures around the world with the other members of the Suitor Squad, right? Well, I think during — or even before — those adventures, he also unlocked a passion for all things ✨ cartography ✨ (for the uninitiated, this is the art of creating maps)! This man loves maps. I honestly think he and Mina (when they meet up) would totally bond over something like this! He could make her railroad maps!!! The potential!!!! I don’t think we talk enough about Mina and Arthur’s friendship (myself included) so, to me, this is a good launching point. :D

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[black-salt-cage]

Stimboard prompt: Send me a character from our whitelist and I'll make a stimboard based off what I believe their queer identity is (and/or their canonical identity) Character: Lolbit (Five Nights at Freddy's series) Answer: Pan gay transgender man (pronouns are he/him and they/them) ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ Question by anon!

[6okuto]

hai nia :3 hope u are doing well

idk if you listen/know svt but akaashi gives me the same vibes as wonwoo..and exo’s d.o.

guh. don't play w me rn. WONWOO WITH GLASSES. 0LEASE DON'T PLAY WME

2nd pic keiji's long hair in mytehad. PLEASE MY GOD PLEASE 😭😭😭 and kyungsoo Omg. i never really watched exo content, only listened to their music a lot but,, kyungsoo... I Rock with this. thank u friend. i'm gonna be thinking about this for the rest of the day now.. oghmygod..

[mycupofrum]

For the ask game !

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

Hello!! Thanks for your ask!!

Ok, it was hard to choose just one dish but I never say no to Karelian pie. It's what I always love to have whenever I come back home from my travels.

Karelian pie (or pasty) has a thin rye crust with rice filling. Traditionally you put egg butter on top (boiled and crushed eggs mixed with butter). But you can just have it with whatever you fancy. (I like it with butter and cheese.) It's simple and so delicious. You can make Karelian pies yourself or just buy them from any grocery store. The name is protected, so unless it's made according to a traditional recipe, it's called rice pasty (or potato pasty, carrot pasty etc. depending on the filling).

[active-mind-15]

Masaomi being too strict of a father with the activities his son did led to him not experiencing the canon dad event of trying to keep your family together at a theme park in this essay I will—

[good-beans]

Went to a really cool Japanese culture festival yesterday -- I wasn't sure if it would lean more towards serious culture or weeb territory, but it ended up a pretty even mix of both 😂

It was a really good time hanging out with some super nice new people and trying out a local event! I even got a little Sayori charm as well as earrings that look a lot like Mappi's ;--;

[whetstonefires]

Hmm 18 and 29?

18) What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Oh gracious. I honestly like my own stuff quite a lot, as a rule, or I wouldn't work on it long enough to finish anything. Fortunately it says 'one of.' Asking for a very favorite always paralyzes me aslkdjadfs. This is hard.

Is the word 'line' here meant to be 'pieces of dialogue' or 'sentences' or what, do you think?

I decided to pick something from my 'Jason Todd getting parented' era and then couldn't find the time to reread the like 30k of All the Roofs of Uncertainty that involve Bruce to pick out a line, so I'm going to nominate something from the fic where Talon!Jason and the Jokester have a heart-to-heart on a roof.

Hm. It has fewer good bits than roofs, being shorter, but they're all kind of interdependent, they don't stand alone very well. Hm.

"And remember, no matter what, you still have us." Jason wasn't sure what he gave away, but there must have been some kind of surprise, or doubt, because J pulled his hand away and frowned. "What, you thought…? You're one of us. Even if you leave. We love you, JJ. That's not gonna just stop." Jason opened his mouth to say something scathing, or dismissive, or defensive, but (maybe because he hadn't quite decided what tack to take) what came out was, "Why?" To be honest, it sounded more like 'whhyyyyyy?' Half whine, half word, a long syllable dragging itself out of his throat as he tried to take it back. Jokester stared at him for a split second, his hand moving like he wanted to reach out and grab Jason again but decided not to, twitched a little like he couldn't find any words that would fit out his mouth, and said, "Because!" Jason was pretty sure he said something like "that's a stupid reason why are you so stupid all the time," but honestly he wasn't sure because his body had gone into full scale mutiny and decided that it wanted to cry.

(It's the 'that's a stupid reason why are you so stupid' bit I'm so fond of; Jokester got a lot of the series' themes put into his dialogue here and they did a lot of emotional lifting, so including that bit that made me laugh felt like it made the whole fic work better.)

29) Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Oh this is fun, I have so many abandoned fics.

Ah! Here! A bit I had a lot of fun writing from near the end of a fic I abandoned at 65k because both the characterization and narrative had too many structural flaws to be worth the effort of an overhaul.

“Uh, Lan Zhan? What is this?” Lan Wangji glanced away from the growing stack of rice long enough to see Wei Ying’s baffled, nervous smile, then went back to counting and stacking. “Inadequate,” he said, and kept drawing out baskets from his qiankun bag. “Uh,” said Wei Ying, which was amusing, but not enough for Lan Wangji to let himself lose focus and lose count. Wei Ying sidled over and pried up the lid of a basket; stared at the contents. Uttered a stifled oath, stepping back and taking in the growing wall of rice. Mentally, Lan Wangji calculated. One dou of rice could make a single, small meal for the whole Burial Mounds population; to feed them all well, say four dou a day. Lan Wangji had appropriated well over a thousand dou of rice from the Lan—perhaps two weeks’ food, there. Here, a thousand dou would last nearly a year if they relied on it entirely and did not stint, which seemed unlikely—but it would not keep so long, in these conditions, probably even in a qiankun pouch, so some of it would have to be sold, so it would not go to mold and waste. A year of life. That was all he could offer. Such a paltry recompense, but at least it answered a real need, rather than offering merely what he thought should be wanted. Lan Wangji could learn. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said more sharply, when he was finally done with the rice and started unloading pickles. They had collected an audience now, a dozen of the Wen grouped together in the cave mouth. This was entirely undignified, but Lan Wangji could not think of any other way it could be done. Privacy wouldn’t be appropriate either, even if it was easily obtained. “Lan Zhan, what is this?” “Rice,” said Lan Wangji. Someone laughed. Wei Ying rubbed his forehead; many hours of Wangji’s aggravation in their youth were avenged. “I can see that.” Wangji finished lining up the pickled vegetables, and handed Wei Ying the single sealed jar of ginger. Wei Ying frowned at it, a little wrinkle between his eyebrows. He was adorable. He sighed, and bent to put the pickled ginger next to the pickled cabbage. “Lan Zhan,” he said. “Really. What is this?”

Lan Wangji reached into his final pouch and pulled out the bolt of deep blue silk. He could not press it into Wei Ying’s hands; they were covered in dirt. He set it across the top of one of the stacks of rice baskets. A hush had fallen over the Wen. Wanji stepped closer to Wei Ying, and sought his eyes now that he had been evading. “Gifts,” he said, and felt that the way he said it left no question of his intent.

It was a pathetic offering—nothing compared to what would have been given if he had made a match approved by his sect and clan, what would have been brought forth to honor his bride. But it was what he had been able to bring, without that approval. A dowry he had assigned himself, as it were.

And far more valuable to Wei Ying and the people he had chosen to protect than treasures would have been.

Wei Ying’s mouth and hands worked emptily for a moment, and he made several stifled sounds, as though the silence spell had somehow been cast on him without sealing his lips shut. “You,” he managed. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, let it hiss out. Turned to their audience and pointed, jauntiness back in his motions, the slant of his eyebrows, the tilt of his head. “Okay, everybody scram.”

The Wen laughed at him, but they did go. Fourth Uncle called congratulations and someone whooped; Wei Ying rolled his eyes and shooed them off.

When he turned back to Wangji he was subdued again. His smile small and unreal. “Lan Zhan,” he said, “you can’t do this.”

“These are nothing.”

The linen and cotton, the other bolt of silk, the shirts, the little clothes for A-Yuan, he should unpack all of those as well. But he could not stop looking back at Wei Ying.

Wei Ying blew out another breath, puffing out his lips as it went this time. “Thank you for the rice,” he said, unhappily. “I—I don’t want to refuse it on behalf of everybody, and I….”

There was a struggle on his face that sent a chill through Lan Wangji. Wei Ying, trying to refuse a marriage, with a pile of a little more life lying at his feet as a bribe he could not ignore.

Could he never escape becoming his father.

“No,” Lan Wangji said sharply. “No, even if Wei Ying sends me away in disgrace, these things will stay here. It is not.” He stopped, gathered his thoughts. “I am not trying to buy you.” As though a year’s worth of rice and some decent silk could begin to add up to the value of Wei Ying.

“The disgrace is staying here!” Wei Ying said, shockingly direct. He seemed startled by it as well, as Wangji studied his face. “Lan Zhan, you don’t deserve this.”

Lan Wangji tilted his head. He could choose to agree, to say he didn’t deserve Wei Ying, never could, but wanted him anyway. He would like to see how Wei Ying responded to that—probably by recoiling, but in the way that made Wangji’s chest ache for Wei Ying rather than for himself. “You do?” He flicked his eyes the way the Wens had gone. “They do?”

“Lan Zhan. You could have anything and anyone. I can’t—tie you to a heap of corpses.” Wei Ying made a face and glanced sourly at the wall of rice again. “The rice was a good move,” he acknowledged. “I keep wanting to say something mean to make you leave, but most of them sound stupid now.”

Wei Ying should not have admitted to that tactic aloud, Lan Wangji thought to himself, but he didn’t point out the error. “Not tied to the corpses,” he said. “Tied to Wei Ying.” Oh, how he wanted to be tied to Wei Ying. Oh, how bound he was already.

Wei Ying laughed, the unpleasant sound Lan Wangji had gotten used to during the war, but without the thick layering of pride that had covered it then. “Do you really think there’s a difference?” He shook his head and spread one hand, palm up, taking in all their surroundings. “This is a place for the doomed, Lan Wangji. You don’t belong here.”

“I came here doomed, and had my life returned to me.” Lan Wangji took a step forward, pinning Wei Ying under his attention. “Wei Ying. Do not refuse me for my sake. I—”

Lan Wangji had tormented himself so selfishly over Wei Ying leaving him behind, all this time. As though following were wholly beyond his power, as though Wei Ying were the only one who could choose to alter his path—because he had been so sure his own was right, that Wei Ying must return to his side on it, or be counted lost.

His love had not been strong enough. He had not been brave enough. He had mourned their parting. A child deprived of a toy. “There will be no one else. There is nothing else for me, now.”

To give up Wei Ying, after having had him—to turn away from that whispered affection, or the consuming addiction of desire now whetted by knowledge—impossible. He wanted to say, if I was willing to make love to you within sight of your horrible blood pool in full possession of my faculties, why do you think there is anything that would turn me away now, but he did not think it would resonate with Wei Ying the way he wanted, since it admitted to the repulsiveness of the blood pool. Wei Ying had to be aware of the repulsiveness of the blood pool, but Lan Wangji could attempt to be diplomatic in his own marriage negotiations, unorthodox as they were.

Wei Ying’s face twisted, but it passed through anger into grief. “Lan Zhan,” he said, with tears in his voice though not in his eyes. “Don’t say that. Don’t tell me I’ve ruined you.”

“Not ruined.” Lan Wangji finally drew close, and for a moment it seemed Wei Ying would allow it, but then he spun and danced away sideways, in the only direction allowed by the wall of rice baskets, and was again too far away to kiss.

“I had Jiang Cheng throw me out of the Sect to avoid dragging anyone else down with me. Lan Zhan, you can’t—”

“Stupid.” Lan Wangji frowned. He supposed he should have known that was Wei Ying’s idea. Jiang Wanyin had never impressed Wangji particularly, but among the virtues he did have, courage and loyalty must surely be counted foremost, judging by what Wangji had seen in the war and particularly those three months together, searching for Wei Ying.

Left to his own devices, Sect Leader Jiang would have taken longer to disavow his head disciple, whose unorthodox cultivation he had championed on the battlefield, even if he was too politically cowed by the Jin to defend him properly, either. But Wei Ying, of course, had hastened to make himself a sacrifice.

Wei Ying snorted. “Oh, and you’re planning to bring the whole support of the Lan behind you?”

Of course, he clearly wasn’t. And if any disciple other than himself had staged such a shameless robbery, he would be a wanted criminal. But unless they expelled him, which his brother and uncle would, he felt, after the way he had parted with them, fight with all their considerable power, his affiliation with the sect would still be valuable. To all of them. “Wei Ying does not always have to be the shield. Sometimes, he should be protected also.”

“Lan Zhan.” As easily as that, Wei Ying was looking at him shattered. The vulnerability on his face hurt to witness even as Lan Wangji reveled in it. He was learning Wei Ying, how to love him for his sake, rather than for Lan Wangji’s own.

“Do you not want me?” he asked, bracing himself for an affirmative. Wei Ying might say it and lie; Wei Ying might say it and, despite everything before, actually mean it. He had had time to think, while Lan Wangji was gone.

“I don’t want your pity.” The word curdled on Wei Ying’s tongue and in the air, and his face wore an ugly look again. “We will live as we may. We have survived this long without you, Hanguang-jun, and we will live after you grow sick of the foul air and poisoned earth and leave again. This place is beyond the reach of the cultivation world, why bring it here with you?”

“Even though you do not need me,” Lan Wangji said carefully, letting the sharp edge of those words break over him like a wave because Wei Ying had admitted outright he said these things to drive people away; because declaring everyone here doomed even the little child, and then saying they would live despite him, was too much contradiction to bother with. “Do you want me?”

“If I say no will you go?”

The refusal to say it at once was an answer in itself. “If I believe you.”

Wei Ying snorted, less disgust than acknowledging Lan Wangji’s point scored. He smiled unhappily. “Lan Zhan, I’ve made my choices. I would make them again, even knowing where they’ve led me. That doesn’t mean I want to bring you down with me. You don’t owe me anything. You do realize you don’t owe me?”

Lan Wangji hesitated. It was a difficult question. He did not, precisely, feel indebted to Wei Wuxian, not the way Wei Ying meant or the way his brother had, though he was acutely aware of the gift of his life and the cost Wei Ying had borne to give it. But he did feel obligation toward him, a duty, which was a kind of owing as well. “Wei Ying deserves better,” he said. “And I owe you—courtesy, at least.”

“Courtesy,” Wei Ying echoed, abstract, scornful. His eyes flicked down, past Lan Wangji’s eyes to his mouth.

“You never answered my question,” Lan Wangji said.

“Which one? Oh. Lan Zhan. Who would ever not want you?” Wei Ying shook his head, but there was a smile there now, one that caught in the corners as though pain and fondness were the selfsame emotion.

Once again, he spoke of it like he spoke of natural law.

Lan Wangji ached. “Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying sighed, and glanced at the wall of rice, the silk. Lan Wangji’s perhaps pathetic offering of something, anything more valuable than merely himself. A little life. “I really don’t understand,” he said. “When you left, I thought—”

“You didn’t expect me to return.”

“No. I thought you’d listened.” Wei Ying shook his head. “I don’t want to—I know what they say about me, but I never wanted to…” He took a breath, and tried again. “You’re so brilliant, Hanguang-jun, so good, they named you well, and I would never want to be the reason that light was stolen from the world.”

“Already done.”

Wei Ying winced, and looked at him with his eyebrows knit, annoyed.

Lan Wangji said, “You took the light from my world when you went into the dark.”

[kheyys-worms]

Had a conversation regarding Book 3 deal shenanigans with my sister. Decided to put this here cause why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[heartbeetz]

Crash mutuals. N sane trilogy was $15 the other day so I am finally going to be playing it. :)

[lorillee]

12 14 17 !!!!!!!!

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

uve probably already heard it since youre on this website just as bad as me but seriously that one post that goes "never trust anything u feel about your life if its past 9 pm and/or you havent eaten/showered/gotten something to drink/slept in the past however many hours" is seriously life changing. whenever i feel particularly miserable or irritable i go off the checklist and go Ok well yeah no kidding you feel like the world is ending

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

LOLLLLLL the adhd evaluation will come when the stars align

17. name 3 things that make you happy

akagi

akagi

kidding kidding (ichijou

[sunb0ts]

today was good! it was cool. very very tired now though. all done. it's time to deflate and return to mikeko lap time + spacing out for 3 hours