#gold flecked cookie

[verystrangebun]

Some shadowvanilla requests from my TG channel!

Для ру ребят: у меня есть тгшка в закрепе, где бывает больше контента и чуть-чуть щитпоста! И вот такие реквы как раз да

[rimeswithpurple]

Thank you @roomwithanopenfire, @talentpiper11 & @blackberrysummerblog for the tags! Everyone had a bit of a lie in this morning, the Little Purples and I went to see a Shakespeare on the Bluff performance of Much Ado About Nothing last night. I'm honestly surprised they made it through the whole thing since they didn't follow any of the plot, but they were very excited that the audience was encouraged to cheer, boo or shout out. Littlest Purple had the best time booing at the villain and even yelled "no" when Benedict proposed to Beatrice and that earned her a laugh from everyone around us.

I got quite a bit of drawing done! The line work on my COAR artwork is done and I'm so thrilled with it. I'm a sucker for detail and I had a lot of fun getting the Oxford shoes just right. I'm finishing up art for chapter 2 of my COBB. I have to stop myself from illustrating every scene, my partner has written so many scenes that beg to be illustrated! I've also been playing around with a fandom tattoo idea. The bun Baz looks so lonely and I really should get him shaded in too!

Side note, I've found myself listening to @youarenevertooold's podfic for Bazlow's Hierarchy of Needs every night when I sit down to draw. It's so funny and a chaotic Dev really is the best kind of Dev! If you haven't checked it out, you definitely should!

Simon's birthday is such a fun time of year and I loved seeing everyone's posts! I thought I might include some fun facts about my birthday spread below the cut, in addition to the tags

-I keep a journal of my baking and I had jotted down my pie in the sky idea for this year's birthday bake just hours after posting the butter cake last year. I never expected to be able to hit every item, but I surprised even myself and the only thing I didn't do was add flecks of edible gold paint to the petit fours

-I already have next year's bake plotted out and I think it's even bigger

-I had asked for a Fortnum & Mason hamper for my birthday after having read Snow for Christmas. I've given them as very special gifts in the past, but Daphne's love of it reminded me that I love it too!

-The pouring fondant for the petit fours can sense your fear and it's unforgiving. You have to commit to pouring it evenly and quickly because you only get one shot. My family was delighted to eat the rejects

-My hands were red for two days because I foolishly didn't wear gloves when I was making the wings and tails

-I mixed in little chunks of almond paste with the sour cherry scones and it was the best thing ever

-The checkerboard cookies were a reference to the battenburg cake I made last year

I have so much fun doing these birthday bakes! I love that it brings other people joy and the lovely comments I get mean the world to me! Although, I think from now on I may only do birthday bakes for Simon and Baz

Now, on to the tags!

@messofthejess @valeffelees @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @thewholelemon @larkral @run-for-chamo-miles @fiend-for-culture @cosmicalart @mooncello @that-disabled-princess @cutestkilla @noblecorgi @iamamythologicalcreature @best--dress @emeryhall @ileadacharmedlife @drowninginships @supercutedinosaurs @whatevertheweather @rbkzz @ebbpettier @theimpossibledemon @katatsumuli @thehoneyedhufflepuff @theearlgreymage @theotherhufflepuff @onepintobean @orange-peony @hushed-chorus @fatalfangirl @ic3-que3n @bazzybelle @nightimedreamersworld @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @shrekgogurt @monbons @alexalexinii @prettygoododds @ivelovedhimthroughworse @raenestee @skeedelvee

[copperbadge]

[ID: A photograph of a building in Chicago through my window; in one corner my spider plant is photobombing the image. Through the window, snow can be seen falling against the urban backdrop.]

It's snowing in Chicago for New Year's! Everyone who bought a cute cocktail dress to wear out to the parties tonight, I'm so sorry. Maybe invest in some kind of dramatic greatcoat that will keep your butts warm.

Me, I've put the stracotto di manzo on to slow cook (fourth dish I'm cooking, third course in the Festa Alla Cinque Cibi) and I'm about to sit on the sofa and not do much for a bit.

The stracotto di manzo recipe, like the burik recipe, comes from Portico, a Jewish-Italian cookbook (there's an online version here) and I did make a few alterations; I hope people know that whenever I talk about changing a recipe it's because I'm changing it to suit my tastes or laziness, and that's not a critique of the recipe. In this case, I halved the recipe since I'm only one man and four pounds of pot roast is too much. I also replaced the sauteed onions-celery-garlic mixture with my Special Sauce, but mainly because I had the Special Sauce handy and it's the same flavor profile more or less. No celery note, but I'm indifferent to celery.

[ID: three images; left, a photo into the instant pot, showing a golden-brown mess on the bottom; center, a bottle of Bay Bridge Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon; right, the "special sauce" after the wine has been added, which is now a surprisingly appetizing-looking green liquid flecked with gold.]

The "special sauce" is a mixture of caramelized onions, roasted garlic, and my homemade pesto (roasted cashews, fresh basil, salt, roasted garlic, olive oil). I browned the beef chunks in olive oil and removed them, added the special sauce just long enough to get it good and hot, then added the wine and deglazed the pan. They say you should only ever cook with wine you'd drink, but I don't like wine at all, so like a good San Francisco boy I bought some California Cab in the $5-$10 range and hoped for the best. When it arrived it turned out it had been on markdown, so that is right there some of your finest $2.50 wine. I'll use the rest in a ragu sauce or to thin paint or something. How long does jet fuel keep in the fridge?

[ID: A shot into the instant-pot of large chunks of beef bubbling away in a red sauce, bits of gold "special sauce" still visible here and there. None of you can smell the garlic and basil I'm smelling right now but I wish you could.]

Anyway I didn't get a photo of the beef browning, but once the special sauce and red wine were on the boil, I added a massive can of tomato puree and the browned beef, brought it up to bubbling, then switched over to slow-cook. I've got it on the lowest possible setting but that might be slightly too low, so I'll check the temp in two hours and re-evaluate. It's just feeding me and I have no set time to eat, so if it takes all day it takes all day.

All that's left now is the second fry on the Carciofi Alla Giudia, which will be the last thing I do because you serve that warm and there's no real way to re-heat it after the second fry.

Breakfast was a slice of homemade pizza and like four amaretti cookies, because I am only ever classy by appointment.

[sanddollarpoems]

Gold Dust

Sometimes, "love" is searching on YouTube to get instructions so you can change out the batteries in your loved one's car fob.

Sometimes, it's a hug from behind or a stolen kiss on the cheek.

Sometimes, it's buying your loved one some cookies and laughing when they only remember to share the last bite.

Sometimes, it's telling them you're proud of them.

Sometimes, it's sitting quietly with your loved one as they grieve.

True love rarely takes on those heady, over the top overtures seen in movies. It is far more likely to be seen and felt within the everyday crevices of this monotonous life. I imagine it like flecks of gold deposited over time along the river banks and creek beds of the California hills I grew up in. But if it were to be collected and added up, piece by tiny piece, it would be worth a fortune.

[cybertron-after-dark]

TFP Cons Headcanons with reader trying to feed them earth minerals (diamond, quartz, emerald, jade, pink salt, jasper, gold)

Okay this is gonna be a weird one. I'm honestly of the firm belief that cybertronians only really need to eat metal for auto-repairs. Like if they get hurt and there are chunks missing that need to heal, the stockpiled metal gets incorporated into the frame to replace what was lost, and whatever they eat beyond a pretty small threshold of what's necessary is basically snacks/junk food. Sometimes it results in either a slightly bulkier frame or little add-ons that weren't there before as everything reconfigures and works itself out, though that's uncommon.

-Megatron honestly couldn't care less most of the time. The only mineral he's concerned with is dark energon. He gets all the necessary metal from the same rations everyone else gets, so if you can't supply anything worthwhile, don't bother him with this unnecessary earth nonsense.

-Starscream is thriving. You spoil him so, and in his mind, it's simply what he deserves. Being offered little treats and tributes by his tiny, precious, devoted pet is simply what he's earned by being such a superior being. Some of what you give him is familiar. Comfort food, in a sense. Some is much more exotic, a rarity on Cybertron, but in abundance on this quaint little world. Some is entirely alien, and revels in being the first of his kind of try something so decadent. It's 100% going to his head.

-Knockout is torn. On one hand he feels like the luckiest mech in the galaxy. You supply him with all these little luxuries, the finer things he deeply appreciates, so rare in the ravages of war. It's nice. Every crystal on his tongue is a blessing from his favorite fleshy, a taste he couldn't possibly describe to them. Always making him feel like more than he was before. The diamonds incorporating themselves into his claws, sharper, stronger tips than normal. The gold leaving flecks in his optics, they're brighter than they ever were. Stronger plating, a shinier finish, a clearer processor. But on the other hand... You're little gifts and his lack of self control are adding a good bit to his waistline. Though, perhaps, the payoff is worth it. Just maybe.

-breakdown is honestly just happy for anything you give him, but he is SUCH a sucker for snacks. Especially anything that could potentially make him stronger, heavier, a more destructive force than he already is. He'll try just about anything you give him, and he's always excited to see what kind of sweet upgrades they net him.

-Soundwave will take whatever you give him, but for the longest time you never see him eat it. You honestly have no idea what he's doing with it, but he always seems pretty grateful, so... You guess that's a win? You only get the idea that he is actually enjoying your little treats when you spot some particularly shiny flecks next to his screen, stuck there like cookie crumbs. Neither of you address it.

-shockwave doesn't usually eat what you gift him. He doesn't typically allow himself to get caught up in petty, irrational emotions, but... he doesn't actually have a mouth and he always gets these weird looks whenever he uses his intake port, so he's insecure about it. Not that he'd ever admit that, he'll just tell you it's unnecessary at present and he can't really taste it anyway, so itd be illogical to indulge.

-do not give airachnid anything edible, abort mission, she Will use it to season your blood, run while you can.

[ineffableautism]

Reverse Omens Files (1)

The first half of the Reverse Omens AU that @ineffable-celestials and I have been working on has finally been finished! It's a change of only having Crowley/Aziraphale swap places (and sometmes Muriel) and is what we both called a "complete" AU by doing... well, everyone! Everyone out of the angels and demons we know of (minus Josh, sorry Josh you're not as important </3)

As a note, this is our own set of headcanons and such for the characters so if you're not on board- then tough cookies, we enjoyed doing this!

So, let's meet a couple of angels, shall we? [Angels 2] [Angels 3]

Supreme Archangel Beelzebub, Leader of the angels

Info:The leader of the angels under the voice of God, Beelzebub will rarely let down their professionalism to show off their true personality. On one side, they come off as cold and harsh to the other angels as well as extremely diligent in their work. Once away from the confines of essentially being around everyone else and off work, they’re usually extremely stressed out at first. When calm, they can be soft and occasionally full of worry. Nobody ask about the very obviously human vape in their pocket though (it’s part of how they de-stress, is watermelon flavoured and miracled to never run out).

Appearance/outfit:

Before armageddidn’t, the leader of the angels had pale skin that looked like it never saw the light of day and almost sickly from the stress. Their hair was also short and shaggy- not befitting of an angel at all. Now they’re of a darker skin tone with hair that reaches down to their waist. To make sure it doesn’t get in the way of any duties- it’s usually kept in a french braid but it’s also been put up into a crown braid.

Golden flecks also dot Beelzebub’s face, usually in ways that look like they’re wearing golden eye shadow.

As for their uniform, they usually wear a white morning suit with gold embroidery down the edge and round the collar and white brogues. There’s also a cravat that completes the look in rose gold.

Miscellaneous rambles 

If I were to assign everyone a different distinctive “scent”, Beelzebub’s would probably be something like vanilla

They once discovered fruity and herbal teas on a visit to earth and has them into their personal office

Their animal’s a swan.

They’re known to have one of the most beautiful singing voices among angels.

Archangel Camael, Beelzebub’s second-in-command. Angel of strength, judgement and war

Info:

Camael was known as one of the fiercest angels to fight in the war between them and the demons. Before the fall, they were a good friend of the angel that would become the demon of war- which sparked a bitter rivalry between the two. Even now in “peacetime” they still carry their weapon on their belt. Camael can be found usually nose deep in paperwork trying to sort things out these days. They tread a fine line between being an angel and being cast down as they had… destroyed some things against God’s will during the war. 

Appearance/Outfit:

They’re one of the only angel to have ginger hair in heaven, likely as a consequence of Camael’s history of walking an extremely fine line between Heaven and Hell. They also have a face full of freckles, which humans have started to call “angels kisses” for some reason. Outfit wise, it’s nothing else other than a plain white military coat which looks like it was pulled from one of Napoleon’s soldiers and dyed white, then gilded around the cuffs of the sleeves and hem at the bottom.

Miscellaneous rambles

Betta fish! Why? They’re known as the siamese fighting fish and are known to be extremely territorial.

Keeping Dagon’s ginger hair in being an angel was a decision semi upheld by the fact Judas Iscariot (the disciple who betrayed Jesus) is often painted with ginger hair, which is seen as a trait of treachery.

In more recent timings, their rivalry’s grown to include another demon in a similar role to them.

Kokabiel, a plant loving principality

Info:

Kokabiel was someone who created the stars and galaxies, stardust forever shining in their hair afterwards. They very much enjoy music, ranging from soft rock to classical music too. But their absolute pride and joy is their agriculture nursery- Kokabiel’s at their best and most peaceful when taking care of all the plants and planting seeds- often talking to them to help them stay healthy. Sure, they have a small farm they tend to as well every now and again (and adore their cows!), but planets are their true love when they’re not filling in stuff for heaven whenever they come calling. Or someone else.

Appearance/Outfit:

They’re one of the most gender ambiguous angels out there- they really don’t look like either of the human men or women on earth at all like other angels do in the corporations. With wavy ginger hair that’s forever sparkling with stardust and soft brown eyes, Kokabiel had long since ditched the “traditional” colours of heaven when settled on earth. These now mostly combine “countryside” colours like greens, creams and browns that came from when the second world war was afoot and they helped in the Women’s Land Army. The current loved outfit is the green sweater they kept from the WLA mixed with a long, ankle length light brown skirt (with many pockets of course!) and boots when not on the farm. 

Miscellaneous rambles:

They don’t spend all their time on the farm these days, instead letting it to a family who they adore quite honestly.

The youngest child once called Kokabiel “Koko” when they were a toddler and the name stuck- quickly becoming a nickname only the family can use. 

European robin- they're both very well connected to the british countryside! But also the red shared between them...

[snarkyelf]

It's that time again for me to put things down in writing to see where my character is and has evolved from. (Template by @alannah-corvaine )

×—ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ—×

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Laure Sombremont

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): Professor of Death, Prof. (by his students), giraffe

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ(ꜱ): Professor

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ: Male, He/Him

ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Elezen

ᴀɢᴇ: 32

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: Winter

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ: Garlemald

ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ꜱɪɢɴ: Indifferent

ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Garlemald by birth, Ishgardian on paperwork

×—ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ—×

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'9" (no I didn't plan on that number, it just happened to be that when converting to feet from the FFXIV scale)

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: Average

ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: If he weren't so tall, he would look very bulky. Muscular, on the hunky side, but often is covered from head to toe so he looks lean.

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Warm brown with hints of amber highlights

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Green flecked with gold

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ: Warm-tan, yellow to mid-tone, doesn't burn easily

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ: None (his blood family is a providence of Garlemald, not from the bloodline so he has no third eye)

ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ: Nothing major. He's a skilled fighter and always takes care to wear proper armor so battle damage is at a minimal.

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: None

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 🇺​​🇳​​🇮​​🇶​​🇺​​🇪 ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: Bite marks from his two Viera mates... in the future (RP of this still happening at the time of this recording writing)

ᴄʟᴇᴀɴʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ / ɢʀᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ: Spartan clean, but likes to relax after long days or missions in a long bath. He's not overly fussy, but he keeps his beard well maintained, his face is clean, and his clothing is always pressed (only because there are housekeepers on property that do the laundry, but his military side would force him to make sure he looks sharp).

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Academic; collared shirts, vests, jackets, slacks, loafers. He adorns many traditional clothing of a man of Ishgardian upper working class, but isn't flashy with it. Although he doesn't have to panic to purchase a new suit when going to a soiree or dinner party; he has a handful that can tide him over through the seasons' different events.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱᴏʀɪᴇꜱ: Wears glasses, prefers gold rims but switches it out not and again, and he always wears a gold ring on each hand. Sometimes he will wear multiple rings and chain bracelets or a watch. Laure has a key on a string around his neck.

×—ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ—×

ᴀʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇꜱ: None that he knows of, but slight aversion to carrots might be an allergy

ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ: None

ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ: None

ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟꜱ: His energy is even leveled, but is better with stamina than short bursts. He can fight for a long period of time utilizing even control of his weapon and magic, and can exhaust himself into the night studying tomes and grading papers yet still able to wake with the sun.

ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Laure doesn't indulge often, and he is fine with coffee, tea, and a sandwich. Understands the benefits of a healthy diet, so will nibble raw fruits and veggies if they're on hand, but doesn't cook often. Has a soft spot for an evening treat while reading of cookies and milk.

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Pops up like a daisy in the morning regardless of how late he has stayed up. While his nights often consist of a ritualistic calm down for the night (hot bath, reading, warm milk) he can just as often end up falling asleep at his desk late into the night when he gets engaged in his work.

ꜰɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ: Very healthy. For being as nerdy as he looks, Laure is, in fact, a jock. Laure partakes in the family's training grounds often with the sell swords on property. Enjoys a morning jog.

×—ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ—×

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ / ᴇxᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ: Introvert, but he has been branching out more as of late. Probably has something to do with two beautiful buns at his side.

ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ: Socially he is between calm and anxious but he has been working on overcoming his anxiety. When he's in his element (teaching, an excavation site, training) he is instead a calm-confident. He has surprised himself as of late of a strong confident self that is blooming as he spends more playtime with his fiancés. He is still quick to blush, however. His students have begun to notice the nerdy professor is actually kinda hot with this growing self-confidence which has upped the attendance of his classes. Laure is oblivious as to why, but he's thrilled to have more minds to mold!

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: Laure is quiet and doesn't approach people without reason. He's dreadful with small talk. While teaching, he is a decent lecturer, keeping the class engaged if only from his own enthusiasm, but when it's chitchat time he doesn't really follow the flow of things. He hasn't exactly caught on to the student's teasing as flirting yet, and get blushy and flustered when they do it in front of everyone.

ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ / ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ: Laure is merely enjoying life and spending time with those he loves, and doing the things he enjoys. He has no hard pressed goals other than watching his family prosper. This can sometimes leave him in a slump and forces his work into the foreground of his mind until he overdoes it.

ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴇꜱ: Loving; Laure has a big heart and takes care of his family very well. He's the go-to guy when someone needs a ride in the family car or need an errand run. He is gentle in his approach to people, never wanting to harm anyone. And he is kind to strangers. Laure tends to not judge others on first sight, or even what they have done.

ꜰʟᴀᴡꜱ: Laure is riddled with anxiety in a crowded room, and will either freeze up or blather about his work to compensate (which isn't always wise to babble about because his work is about the study of death). Laure also compensates trauma with happiness; when he is triggered, or another person speaks of their own trauma, he moves on to happier thoughts and subjects, so much so this has been accumulating into a sexual deviance. When overcome with emotion, he releases it with desires which, while fun, isn't exactly that best coping mechanism.

ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ:

ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ:

ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ:

ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ:

Qᴜɪʀᴋꜱ / ᴛɪᴄꜱ:

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ: He used to be ashamed of a certain body part of his. Kids in school used to make fun of him for it, and his first couple of experiences with men, Laure ended up hurting them. So he thought he was gross and deformed for a very long time. While he is still careful of his appendage use around his lovers, he knows better now on how to use it and how to make sure his partners are ready for him.

ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ: Staying with his former fiancé for as long as he did. He knew he was cheating when Laure was off with his high education classes or with a mission for the Empire, but he stayed with him anyway. It wasn't until tragedies collided that he had enough.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪ—×

ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Laure's mother sacrificed a lot for he and his brother, to make sure they had enough to eat, and later, an education and a future. Being beaten down from a noble stature, forced to become a street walker to survive, and later exchanging the pleasures in the bedroom to a duke to put her sons into military school. She lives with the rest of the Sombremont family as a secret refugee in Ishgard.

ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Unknown, but an likely an Eorzean elezen

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ(ꜱ):

ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ(ꜱ): Younger brother, deceased. It was his brother's first time leading a squadron, while Laure was leading another. His brother's squad ended up in crossfire and died due to friendly fire from Laure's squad. Logically, Laure knows that it was no one's direct fault, although officially it was blamed on his brother's poor management of the situation. Because the autopsy could not identify the shooter, only that it was from a Garlean bullet, Laure still has nightmares that he was the one that shot him.

ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ: Laure's grandmother is a lovely, delicate woman that will whoop your ass in chess, reads poety, and teaches the children to play piano. She is a well respected matron of the family, and she tries to spend as much time with each family member as she can. She and Laure bond when she asks for him to take her on an afternoon drive in the family car when the weather is nice(Laure is one of the few that can drive).

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: Biologically, Laure has a five year old son. He is the spitting image of Laure! Legally, he is his nephew, as Laure donated since his brother could not procreate. Sadly, Laure's brother died shortly after his son was born. Laure maintains himself as his uncle, but the boy is not lied to of how he came into being. Despite not being blood related, when the Sombremont family was pulled from Garlean territory to safety, Laure's sister-in-law came with them and is treated as family.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ: The majority of Laure's living family (to his knowledge) are all living under the same roof at the Sombremont Estate in Ishgard. This includes three aunts, one uncle, and several cousins of various ages. He is closest to his uncle, who is the proprietor of the house until his son comes of age, and his uncle's daughter.

×—ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ɪɪ—×

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ / ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Homosexual

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Engaged to two beautiful viera that make him very, very happy.

ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ: SOON!

ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ/ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ(ꜱ):

ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱ): While he and his lovers have an open relationship, Laure isn't as eager to take other lovers. Not that he doesn't enjoy playtime, but he isn't as physically adventurous as his fiancés. He loves it when they are with another man or woman, and likes to hear their stories of conquest. Their only stipulation thus far has been that if one of them wishes to get into a relationship with one of their bed partners, that they discuss it with the trio so they can welcome their partner's new partner!

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ: Codex and Cheren

ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ: Laure has a difficult time branching out. He keeps to his home with his family and lovers, and he might know people in time spent at venues, but not too often does he go beyond his comfort zone when meeting people.

ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀꜱ/ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇꜱ: Laure gets on fine with his co-workers at the University of Ishgard. Although his own subject of study is taboo, he used to get a lot of flack and upturned noses at the forensics sciences he taught. Lately, however, he has been gaining a new flock of students that is making the others snotty at him. He gets along best with the other science-related teachers.

ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ: A professor in the literature department dislikes Laure, and it took Laure a long time to realize why. They got along fondly at first, doting over poetry together in the library and in the faculty lounge. It wasn't until she realized that Laure wasn't going to be more than just friends that she began to give him the cold shoulder. Now that he's gone from shy nerd to attractive nerd with a constant gaggle of doe-eyed students following him does she now scorn him.

ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ: The lunch lady...

×—ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ—×

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Professor of Thanatology and Forensic Sciences at the University of Ishgard

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: Upper working class, thanks to his own profession and the manipulation of his uncle's, the Sombremont family is seen as well off within the upper crust community, but clearly not nobility.

ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Laure's mother spent a lot of time making sure he and his brother had the basics of education and taught them herself. Then, at 10, they were put off to military school where they spent the rest of their educated life. Laure did pursue forensic and related sciences through the Garlean military educational programs.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Sombremont Estate's guest house. He is the only family member not in the house proper because his work takes him out of sync with the rest of the household. However, he and his fiancés are planning on getting a place together soon.

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: Laure enjoys tinkering with the family car, and his own motorcycle. He likes to play music with his family (preferring brass instruments, although he is learning the guitar and piano). Laure also enjoys putting together model airships. Although it is job related, Laure really enjoys when the local authorities call on his expertise with magick related deaths to help solve homicide cases.

ᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ: Sex is a good thing, normally, but Laure uses it as an emotional shield. He is horny almost all the time these days, turning his anxiety into hormones. It's... frustrating at times. He's also into the idea of prostituting his fiancés, which while fun on the surface with everyone in on the game with joyous consent, it digs deeper into a place of his youth; of watching his mother paraded around by her pimp. Of a power that he doesn't usually hold.

ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ: None

ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ: Most of his money goes into his exhibition dig sites. If it is not university funded, he will often sponsor his own digs to study human remains and the effects magick and society had on their culture (and ultimate demise). He hopes his studies help prevent similar things to happen in the future. Otherwise, he spends what is left on books, tomes, airship model kits, and drinks at venues his fiancés work at work want to visit.

ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏʀ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ: Leaning loner, but definitely not lonely. He enjoys his quiet time to work on his mind or body, but he isn't adverse to conversation or the company of others. Only his circle of those he will reach out to speak with is very small.

ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ: None

×—ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ—×

ꜰᴏᴏᴅꜱ: Laure isn't big into food in general. Healthy and simple is his philosophy. He doesn't really enjoy sweets but likes his evening milk and cookies. He prefer raw vegetables and fruit over cooked or steamed or having them in a dish (like apple pie). Laure dislikes brussels sprouts and (he has yet to admit to his viera lovers) he dislikes carrots.

ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: Laure says his favorite color is green. It's the kind of green of a tree in late spring/early summer, where the sun is past midday but not yet into evening, so the light is yellow on the leaves, yet there are grey storm clouds overhead that dampen the brightness of the leaves. That's his favorite color.

ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ: Laure isn't adverse to many places. He is calm and adaptable when he can blend in. He has dipped his toe into more social events like bars and clubs, but it's not his favorite unless he's with someone he knows. He hates crowds where he is expected to network or socialize.

ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ: Laure LOVES the sound of the Sombremont house. It's always busy and loud with children and family members and workers. Music is almost always playing in the parlor (either on an orchestration radio or an instrument). He likes the sound of a good engine on a bike or car. But Laure also likes the quiet murmurs of a library, or the light chatter at a cafe near the university. Laure dislikes silence. Even when alone, he tries to have music playing. Silence usually meant hiding from a raid or his mother's pimp or the quiet anticipation before a battle.

ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ: Oil. Yes, Laure likes the smell of oil as in slide/value oil for brass instruments, oil from a vehicle, cooking oil fresh on a pan, or lubricant oil for the use of lovemaking. It might not be the most lovely of scents, but to Laure it's a scent of life and creativity.

ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ: He likes the feel of warm skin against the pads of his fingertips.

ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: When Laure was young he loved the few months that Garlemald had without snow. That's why he loves green, it means warmth and life! But he does have a quiet fondness for fresh snow days that aren't bitterly cold. Being a city dweller in his youth, fresh snow was rarely seen, as it was often brown and grey in the streets.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:

×—ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ—×

ᴊᴏʙ / ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ: Red mage

ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Caster

ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(ꜱ): Rapier

ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: While Laure is good with a gun, he doesn't touch them anymore. However, his training has made his mage work and aiming a precise practice. With the combination of close contact and far-reaching magic, Laure is able to utilize his many skills and compensate where he lacks. This helps his ability to fight for longer periods of time and use his high stamina trait.

ᴍᴇʟᴇᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: Rapiers are not slicing weapon, but ones meant for precise strikes. Laure is very good at this, being a jock in a nerd clothing, he is strong yet smart.

ʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: Is all magic based. His magick skills are late bloomed, so he knows he cannot rely fully on those skills.

ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: He is best as elemental magicks and has to build up his attacks before giving a devastating blow, unlike other mages where the first shot can be lethal.

ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ: His healing isn't great, but he has the basic abilities to keep one from death unless the wound is too severe.

ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: He loves corps-a-corps, in and outside battle. And he keeps his rapier in an eather pocket rather than at his person; it makes him feel cool when he busts that bad boy out of nowhere!

×—ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ—×

ᴘᴇᴛꜱ / ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ: Laure has no pets, nor does he want one. Although he does like his fiancé's companions very much.

ᴘʀɪᴢᴇᴅ / ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: Laure tries not to get too attached to material things as he knows it is fleeting. As a man that studies death and dead civilizations, he knows just how little they will mean in the end. He wears a key around his neck that means something to him, but it might get lost some day. He has first edition books, but knows that they will one day rot and fall apart. The rings on his fingers will denigrate over time. What he cherishes most is time, because it will never be returned to you, so he uses what time he has with those he loves.

ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ: Although not a linguist, Laure is well versed in many languages, either written or spoke or both. This was first taught to him by his mother, then pushes to keep learning when in military school for negotiation tactics (know thy enemy!), and then when learning old and dying languages.

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ: He excels at the euphonium, and is very good with trombone. Laure is also... uh... pretty damn good in bed. Like most things he does, he's very passionate in that area.

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ: He enjoys his bike, but he's not offended when others prefer non-mechanical means of transportation. He, himself, isn't fond of long distance travel with aetherits.

ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ: There are several papers published by Laure, and while he's is proud of his magicked findings from his excavation sites and forensic work, and even uncovering a long forgotten civilization, he's also glad that it's such an obscure area of study that people don't hunt him down to do presentations or rub shoulders with the fancy, old money 'scientists' that really just want to network.

ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ: When Laure's brother died, Laure was forced off duty because he broke down in front of his squadron. The army tried to keep him on active duty but there was no recovering so he was sent off in disgrace. This brought him home early to his (at the time) fiancé's surprise, who Laure caught in bed with another man. This all accumulated into a turning point; his years of loyalty to the Empire was not returned in his time of need. His love was spat back into his face for a man he devoted his heart to. It was just before this that his Uncle Frederique reached out, finally finding lost family members that were scattered 25 years prior by a bad man's debt, to help him seek out other and get them out of the Garlean Empire and into the safety of a false name and rank in Ishgard. Laure took up that call, and spent years finding and trafficking his family and friends out of a drying Empire's clutches.

[floatingcamel23]

categorizing mobs pt 2

welp. saddle up cus this will be a long one. if you havent seen the first part, go check it out. basicly i categorize mobs based on what they are, how they act and why they are here. this will add scrapped mobs, mobs from the spinoffs and more. ready. lets do this.

lets start with the very long one. animals. imma make a post dividing all the animals into there speices. but for now lets categorize animals in general. animals: axolotl, bat, camel, cat, cow, chicken, cod, frog, donkey, squid, glow squid, horse, mooshroom, pig, mule, donkey, ocelot, parrot, pufferfish, rabbit, salmon, sheep, skeleton horse, sniffer, strider, tadpole, tropical fish, turtle, bee, cave spider, spider, dolphins, fox, goat, llama, panda, polar bear, trader llama, wolf, guardian. elder guardians, hoglin, phantom, ravager, shulker, silverfish, zoglin, ender dragon, armadillo, killer bunny, zombie horse, diamond chicken, "horse", mars, moon cow, "pony", redstone bug, red dragon, alpaca, barnacle, the great hunger, chinese crocodile, golden monkey, pink river dolphin, white lipped deer, fox pet, (these are the chinese exclusive mobs. i know these cus my chinese friend plays the chinese version.) crab, penguin, endermite, badger, butterfly, dragonfly, marmot, big beak, brilliant beetle, regal tiger, lava launcher, warboar, ancient hoglin, rainbow sheep, jeb_ sheep, clam, piggy bank, wooly cow, enchanted sheep, enchanted cow, dairy cow, piebald pig, sooty pig, baby glow squid, ghast, baby ghast, cinnamon ferret, cluckshroom, duck, dark goat, emperor penguin, fancy chicken, golden parrot, hedgehog, mole, red phantom, racoon, royal penguin, red panda, raven, ruby turtle, skunk, ferret, spotted pig,toucan, vested rabbit, toast, grumm/dinnerbone animals, zombie baby pig, moobloom, moolip, eponymous glow squid, black ocelot, black wolf, monkey, (these three are mentioned in the weapons of minecraft dungeouns) Dried Muddy Pig, Mottled Pig, Muddy Pig, Pale Pig, Pink Footed Pig, Spotted Pig, Flecked Sheep, Fuzzy Sheep, Inky Sheep, Long Nose Sheep, Patched Sheep, Rocky Sheep, White Sheep, Albino Cow, Ashen Cow, Cookie Cow, Cream Cow, Pinto Cow, Sunset Cow, Umbra Cow, Amber Chicken, Bronzed Chicken, Gold Crested Chicken, Midnight Chicken, Skewbald Chicken, Stormy Chicken, Bold Striped Rabbit, Desert Rabbit, Freckled Rabbit, Harelequin Rabbit, Jumbo Rabbit, Muddy Foot Rabbit, bone spider, skeleton wolf, dyed cat, fish in chaps, (what) (its a fish with pants what-) hyper rabbit, magma cow, mooboom, mossy sheep, otter, web spider, teacup pig, horned sheep, meerkat, ostritch, vulture, wooloo, finally, zombie rabbit.

ok some of these mobs are a bit absurd. cus they are. most are minecraft earth mobs like the fish in chaps, (it looks so funny-) mooboom and more. u might not know them cus they are scrapped mobs.

*WARNING: INSECTS AND ARTHROPODS! LOOK AWAY ARACHNEPHOBES!*

next are insects and arthropods. you know how it works.

insects and arthropods: spiders, cave spiders, silverfish, redstone bug, firefly (rip), web spider, giant cave spider, endermite, creeder, icy spider, prison cave spider, prison spider, butterfly, dragonfly, brilliant beetle, termite and bone spider.

finally, amphibians! lets do this.

amphibians: frog, axolotl, tadpole, strider (?) fearless frog.

thats it. see if you can guess which minecraft spinoff game games these mobs came from! pt 3: idk.

[hvrtroads]

open starter: @anchoragestarters cap: 0/4 where: boom boom room live grooves when: december 23rd, 2023

eyes flecked with gold were fixed upon the entertainment of the evening, their instruments pleasant to the ear as he stood before one of the trees that had been put up for auction. the remainder of a snickerdoodle cookie was held up to his mouth in a sweater-pawed grasp, red and green in colour and made of soft wool – jonghyeon was very clearly in the festive spirit, the pair of antlers atop his head pulling it all together. while his attention had previously been on the various trees; a conversation with his bandmate about how oh my god, hyeon, please don't bid on that cursed fucking potato head tree, music would always steal the scene. “ maybe next year nexu5 can perform for this... its been a while since we've done a show for christmas, ” he mused to the person next to him, a fond, soft smile on his features as the thought was spoken aloud. it had been three years, after all, and although it would be on a much smaller scale than what the band was used to, an evening of performing holiday songs to raise the spirits of townsfolk presented as a lovely idea. “ we used to every year. it was fun. ah... i really love christmas. ”

[amidstthemists]

Moodboard for night time shenanigans in the (North Pole*) kitchens

*based on my Bernard x OC fic Something In the Air.

~Read an except below~

The cool, open air of the library, scented with books and well-oiled wood, shifted, mixing with the smell and feel of Bernard’s magic, until the magic dissipated into someplace warm and cozy, with new smells of wood burning stoves and freshly baked breads and cookies. Gale blinked her eyes open and looked around, taking in the wood and brick detailing of the kitchen Bernard had taken them to.

The light that touched his skin turned it a rich gold while the shadows kept enough of him hidden that she couldn’t stop looking for more, even though it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. He looked beautiful in the kitchens in a different way than he did in the library; the kitchen turned the elf into something more of an oil painting than completely flesh and bone. Yet, she could not deny his flesh and bone, feeling it warm and support her as they held each other in that moment (which was only seconds but felt like it could have also been a small infinity.) She looked into his eyes, so dark they seemed endless except for the gold flecks in his irises that shone like stars.

She let out a slow breath, forcing her eyes away from his because of just how much her heart ached to never move her eyes from his again, only to make the terrible mistake of looking at his slightly parted lips. When his pink tongue darted across his bottom lip, her stomach flipped and her eyes shot back to his, realizing that he was watching her while she stared. Her whole body heated in her embarrassment at being caught…

~Read what happens next on AO3~

[jellodragoon]

They awoke slowly blinking open their eyes that were the deepest blue, they looked almost like sapphires when they caught the light the right way and had little flecks of gold throughout them. As they awoke they moaned softly and strained as they sat up, they didn’t know where they were, they were worried, last they remembered was the dungeon-like cell they were locked in under a warehouse in its creepy basement. Some men had taken them when they were walking home from work at the bakery. Oh yes, they are a baker, they still smell like cookies most days, but not today. They moved a hand up to rub at their eyes, probably smearing old makeup all over their hand and face but they honestly didn’t care. After rubbing the sleep out of their eyes they looked up and noticed the other person in the room now. How was this possible, oh wait, they remember! While they were suffering at the hands of their captors someone broke into the basement and… killed them all. They looked at the man who approached them and as he took their hand and kissed it softly they blinked slowly in shock.

This man had killed all those people. He had saved them from those men and wrapped them in his coat before carrying them out. They had passed out sometime during the events then woken then passed back out while being carried. They had to admit the memories were quite foggy and they did have to dig for them. They however realized they were spoken to and they blinked out of their thoughts. They said softly as they looked at the man in front of them, “I… Yes, I am awake. You definitely have some explaining to do sir. Those men said a lot of things about you that you did not bother to tell me and you confirmed all of it when you came and saved me. So yes I am awake and we are having this conversation now.” They snatched their hand back and crossed their arms, fuming at him or at least pretending to. They were honestly rather grateful to be saved before those men had done the worst of what was threatened. They shivered and for a moment they realized they really could have died in that basement.

The man frowned as they snatched their hand away from him and his crystalline blue eyes met their sapphire and he saw the anger fade as he looked at them. He nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to them and brushing a hand through their long red hair. He spoke in a lower tone as he went to answer their questions, “Oh Hyatt… My love I never met for you to discover this or to be involved in it at all. I thought I could keep you and this life separate and everything would work out fine. I do have a lot of explaining to do but first, let us think about your needs and health. Take a shower first while I prepare you some dinner. It had been three days that you were missing. You must be starving, I’m sure they didn’t feed you.”

Hyatt came to that same realization as they felt their stomach do a complete one-eighty with how empty it was. It made a loud gurgling noise and they couldn’t help but chuckle as they kept their eyes locked with the man. They nodded slowly and felt the sting of makeup in their eyes. Ah, how painful, this is why they usually never wear eyeliner. They spoke in a calmer tone, “Alright Edwin, I can agree with you, I am famished. However! While I eat you will be telling me everything! Every last detail. Got it?” When they saw the man give them an affirmative nod they smiled. They would get out of bed on shaky legs and they felt him instantly appear at their side. He stabilized them so they could stand and helped them to the bathroom. He would get them into the large free-standing tub. Hyatt looked around the fancy bathroom with its free-standing tub and a separate shower and a whole room dedicated to the toilet. They had to admit, it was a very nice bathroom. They were lowered into the tub as Edwin spoke, “A bath would probably be better than a shower while you’re starved like this. Let me go get the soaps and stuff from the shower.” After they were safely in the tub he started walking over to the shower to collect all of what they will need. Hyatt wiggled out of the dirty clothes they were in, only a shirt and underwear, and dropped the clothes on the floor by the tub. Then Hyatt leaned forward in the tub and turned on the water flow, getting it to a hot temperature before they leaned back and got comfy in the tub. They liked hot baths that made their skin slightly red. It was nice to feel the tingles from the warmth all throughout their body. Their mother most of the time will compare them to a lizard with how much they like the heat. This makes it ironic that they live in New London which is more often than not, rainy and cold.

Edwin walked back over with all the supplies and set them down on a table beside the bathtub. He then said as he walked to the door, “I will keep the door open if you need me. Just yell, I’ll be able to hear you. Enjoy your bath while I get dinner started. You can use my towel when you’re done and feel free to take one of my shirts.” He then left the bathroom after giving them a warm smile.

Hyatt waited for the tub to fill up fully before they began to wash. They started by dunking themself in the water to get their mane of red hair under control and all wet. Then they grabbed the shampoo and began to wash their hair. They first lathered up the soap before the massaged it into their scalp and throughout their hair. After it was fully emulsified in their hair they dunked themself again. They took a moment under the water for almost a full minute before popping out and taking a gasp of air. They smiled and next grabbed the conditioner, they poured some in their hand and began to spread it through their wet hair. They raked their fingers through their hair to give it a rough brushing before they went to grab the body wash and a loofah. They poured some of the product on the loofah. Then they set the bottle back down and began to rub the soap into the loofah to get it nice and sudsy. After that, they got up slowly and carefully then began quickly scrubbing down their skin. After they finished they slowly sat back down and then dunked themself under the water for the last time. When they emerged they looked over at the face wash and grabbed it, pouring a bit in their hand, and rubbing it till it made a nice foam, then they scrubbed their face like a crazy person. When they finished they leaned forward and splashed some water in their face to clean it off. After that, they pulled the plug to the tub and slowly got up again. At least they were no longer light-headed after being awake for a bit now. They got out of the tub and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the wall. They quickly dried off and walked out into the bedroom again, enjoying the nice plush carpet on their bare feet. They walked into the closet which was of course a massive walk-in. They grabbed a nice black dress shirt and wiggled into it since they were small and able to. Then they toweled up their long hair and walked out of the bedroom. They followed their nose to the kitchen, whatever he was making had some delicious-smelling spices and garlic and onions. As they walked into the kitchen Edwin heard them and turned around on a dime.

When he saw them he smiled and said, “Ah good, you are all clean. I bet you feel a lot better being clean now. I made your favorite dish, the turmeric, and spices will be good for your immune system. I made a side of rice too. It’s pretty much done so let me get you a plate. Sit at the bar.” Hyatt nodded and made their way to the bar and sat down in one of the nice leather chairs. They waited for him to plate up all the food on a nice black plate and once he finished he grabbed a gold fork and spoon and then brought all the items over to them. He set it in front of them and it smelled absolutely amazing. They didn't waste any time grabbing the spoon and digging into the food. They were hungry. Edwin chuckled and exited the kitchen to go sit at the bar by them, “Don’t hork it down, you need to eat slowly at first. I don’t want you throwing it all up.” Hyatt blinked at him, pouted, sighed, and nodded as they began to eat slower. They knew he was right, they needed to eat slower. They took a few more bites and then looked at him. They spoke firmly before taking another taste of the delicious food, “Alright, now speak. I want to know everything.”

[verystrangebun]

"The show is just for you!"

More sketches with family :з Post with Gold-Flecked Cookie (fankid)

[unfcttcrcd]

👁️ + 🍩 + 🙈

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical…)? kasper’s eyes are dark brown and upon first glance there is nothing remarkable about them. a further look will reveal slight flecks of gold around his corneas. 

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat? he’s quite fond of rosette cookies. though since coming to england, he’s discovered a love of pumpkin pasties. 

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don’t want to show other people? kasper tries his absolute best to avoid showing any sort of kindness - he wants people to think he’s an awful person. 

[uniworu]

[minniedaisies]

pastel snowflake kisses

— summary: they had never made much of a fuss about christmas...until you came into the picture

— pairing: bts x reader 

— genre: christmas au / fluff / poly! au

— word count:  2230

— warnings: none

“Why does it look like Santa’s Wonderland at the mall threw up all over the fucking living room?” Yoongi shrugged off his snow-dusted coat, hanging it on the rack by the door as he cautiously peered into the living room - now softly aglow in twinkling Christmas lights. A fire was going in the fireplace and there were stockings hung over the mantel. Yoongi didn’t even know you all had stockings.

“You’ll have to talk to Y/N about all that,” Taehyung grinned, carefully threading the ribbon of an ornament through a branch of the tree. 

“Y/N….” Yoongi’s tone was low and you peeked out from behind the Christmas tree with your best puppydog look - the one you knew damn well was his ultimate weakness.

“Don’t you like it, Yoon?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out slightly in your best pout. Jiminie would be so proud.

Speaking of….

“Oh good! You’re back from the studio, just in time for cocoa and Christmas movies!” Jimin thrust a mug of steaming cocoa into Yoongi’s hand before he could protest. “Unless, you’re going to be a total Scrooge.”

Yoongi stuck his tongue out at Jimin, “I’m not being a total Scrooge, Min. It’s just…we’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, I didn’t even know the fireplace worked, much less that we had stockings and a tree hidden up somewhere.”

“I might have done a bit of shopping,” you admitted, coming around from the Christmas tree to stand before him, pout still working overtime. Jimin flashed you a quick wink, his approval of your level of pout. “Y-you aren’t mad, are you?”

Yoongi softened instantly. You could see him visibly thaw. “Oh baby…” Yoongi set his cocoa down on the coffee table, before pulling you into a hug, “Not mad at all, doll. Just wasn’t expecting it, is all. We’ve never done Christmas before.”

“Well that was before,” Seokjin said, coming up behind you to press a kiss to the back of your head while reaching around to ruffle Yoongi’s still snow-flecked hair. 

“I think it looks nice,” Taehyung said, hanging another ornament, “It’s about time we get into the Christmas spirit around here, don’t you think?”

“I picked out the tree,” Namjoon grinned, opening another box of ornaments.

“It looks great, Joon,” Yoongi smiled warmly to him, “Where’s, Sunshine and Koo?”

“Hope’s picking up takeaway for us,” you said, snuggling against Yoongi’s chest. He smelled of winter and something distinctly Yoongi - tobacco and leather and warmth. “And Jungkook’s probably still in the kitchen trying to eat the cookie batter.”

Yoongi ran a hand through your hair, looking down at you with such love in his eyes, such warmth. He booped your nose before releasing you and making his way over to the Christmas tree. “It is a pretty great tree, Joon.”

“So you aren’t mad we used your credit card to get it?” Jimin asked, sneaking up behind Yoongi and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

“Park Jimin….”

“He’s kidding,” Jin shook his head, flicking Jimin on the earlobe.

Jimin rolled his eyes, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you to him. “You did a great job, Y/N. It’s never looked better in here, truly.”

“It feels like a home,” Namjoon’s gaze caught Yoongi’s and they shared something silent between the two of them. 

You knew ever since they had first gotten together, before the rest of you had all joined this little family, that they’d struggled quite a bit. It both made your chest ache and warm at the thought of them finally having a proper Christmas, finally having a proper home together.

“It’s all Y/N,” Taehyung cooed, pinching your cheek, “I would never have even thought of the cinnamon candles if it weren’t for Y/N!”

“Why don’t you put the star on the top of the tree, Yoon,” Namjoon offered. 

Yoongi’s eyes widened briefly before you handed him the pretty gold star and Namjoon hoisted him up to reach the top of the tree with ease. You let the two of them have their moment before sneaking off into the kitchen to rescue the cookie batter from Jungkook. 

“Is there even any batter left for the cookies or is it all in your stomach?” You asked, catching him as he popped the wooden spoon into his mouth. Jungkook grinned around the mouthful of cookie batter.

“ ‘s delicious! Can’t help it! What do you put into these, Y/N?”

“A dash of almond extract,” You grabbed for the mixing bowl, moving at away from him, “You’re gonna get sick,” you scolded half-heartedly. 

Jungkook pouted, bottom lip jutting out even worse than yours and Jimin’s. “But if I do, you’ll take care of me right, princess? Nurse me back to health?”

“Absolutely not,” You peeked at the clock on the oven, grabbing for an oven mit. You swatted Jungkook on the hip with it before slipping it on and pulling out the previous batch of cookies. Jungkook reached his hand towards the baking sheet before you could even set it on the stove to cool. 

“You’re going to burn your hand! And your mouth! And no one is going to feel any sympathy for you if you do.”

The bottom lip slipped back out, doe-eyes wide.

You softened. “You can have one once it cools, baby. It’ll taste better then anyway.”

“Fine,” Jungkook folded his arms over his chest as you began to slide the cookies from the tray onto a cooling rack, “But if you’re going to deny me cookies, can I at least get a kiss in their place?”

Rolling your eyes, you sat the baking sheet down and indulged him. He tasted of almond and cinnamon and vanilla and sweetness.

“That better tide you over until these cool,” you tried to sound scolding, which was really rather hard to do after being kissed breathless by Jeon Jungkook.

“Alright you kids,” Jin stuck his head into the kitchen, “Hope is back with dinner and we’re ready to start the movie. Y/N you pick tonight. Any Christmas movie you want.”

Heading out to the living room, you saw your boyfriends getting snuggled into onto the couches and recliners, tucked into their plates of takeaway, snuggled against one another.

“Y/N!” Hobi waved you over, handing you your styrofoam plate, “I got you your favorite, extra honey walnut shrimp!”

“Thanks, Hope,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I want Y/N to sit with me,” Jungkook pouted from somewhere on the couch.

“No, you got to sit with Y/N last time,” Taehyung protested, “It’s my turn!”

“No, it’s mine!” Jimin argued.

“Babies!” Jin held up a hand, “Y/N isn’t going to sit with either of you if you argue over Y/N like a toy. Sit wherever you’d like, angel,” Jin sent you a soft smile and you melted under his attention and ability to get Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung to yield.

You glanced around the living room. Yoongi was already sitting on Namjoon’s lap while Namjoon spoon-fed him bites of broccoli beef in one of the recliners. Jin was making his way towards his favorite overly-stuffed chair and you knew Hobi would probably wind up in his lap too. The maknaes were staring at you with wide, puppy eyes. 

“I’m going to sit between Jimin and Tae,” you announced, while Jungkook visibly deflated. 

You walked over to him, cradling his face in your hands as you lifted his head, “But I’m sleeping in your bed tonight.”

Jungkook let out a happy sequel and you couldn’t help but laugh. You weren’t far off from happy-squealing yourself at the prospect of spending the night cuddled in his arms under his warm blankets.

“Good,” Jimin smirked, reaching for his beer on the coffee table as you sunk down on the couch between him and Tae. Tae instinctively snuggled closer to you. “You steal all the blankets anyway—eek!” You smirked, withdrawing your fingers from his side with a triumphant smile.

“Brat,” Jimin stuck his tongue out at you. “You’re lucky I’ve got a plate of food on my lap right now or else you’d definitely get it.”

“Alright kids,” Jin called over the ruckus, “Y/N, what movie would you like to watch?”

“Well, it just isn’t Christmas without It’s a Wonderful Life.”

“It’s a Wonderful Life, it is, then!” Namjoon reached around Yoongi to grab the remote off the arm of his chair, pulling up the movie. 

“Christmas movies, a fire going in the fireplace, an actual Christmas tree, cookies cooling, and cocoa waiting for us,” Hobi sunk down into Jin’s lap as you’d expected, “Y/N, you’re spoiling us here. Almost going to make refined gentlemen out of us.”

Taehyung reached around and gave Jimin a wet willie just for prosperity.

“Ack! Why am I getting bullied tonight, huh?” Jimin swatted at him. 

“Alright you two,” Yoongi shot them a look from his place on Namjoon’s lap, “Settle down and eat your dinner and watch the movie.”

“Hobi is right though,” Namjoon pressed his nose against Yoongi’s shoulder blade before continuing, “You really do take such good care of us, Y/N. The place looks amazing, and it finally has this warmth touch to it I just know is from you. You came into our lives and thawed out all our icey edges, angel. We’re so thankful to you for that.”

Your eyes watered and as if sensing, both Jimin and Taehyung cuddled up against you. Jimin pressing kisses to your cheek while Taehyung stroked your hair.

“It’s true,” Jin said. “You really do look after us all so well. We’re meant to be the ones looking after you, but you take care of us just as well if not more.”

“We take care of each other,” you corrected, “You are all deserving of a good and wonderful Christmas. And it’s not about the decorations or the fire or the cocoa and cookies. It’s about all of us just being together…sharing a moment like this together. I’d have been content to just spend Christmastime with you without a tree and ornaments if it meant just spending it with the seven of you by my side. But the tree, all of this…it’s something I can do to outwardly show you how much I love you and how much I want this Christmas to be special. It’s our first together.”

“The first of many,” Jimin said, letting a kiss wander slightly just to the corner of your mouth.

“The first of every from here on out,” Taehyung nodded.

“You’re like our Christmas angel, Y/N,” Jungkook said from his place on the floor. You bent down to press a kiss to the back of his head.

“And your my Christmas angels too,” you said.

“I think I’m a fairy this week, actually,” said Jimin.

“We’re such cheesballs, oh my god,” Taehyung jokingly cringed. 

“Does the fairy feel like hushing up so we can watch the damn movie?” Yoongi asked, pulling a teasing face to Jimin, the way he always did when he spoke harshly and needed Jimin to know he was being playful.

Jimin reached behind him for one of the throw pillows to toss at him, but you were quick to snatch it from his hand and set it carefully out of his reach.

“Sorry,” Jimin mumbled.

“It’s okay,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

That night, after a night of movies and cookies and cocoa and admiring the Christmas tree all twinkingly with soft lights in the darkness of the livingroom, you found yourself wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms in his oversized bed, cuddled under the warmth of almost a dozen blankets. Jungkook loved blankets. Almost as much as he loved his air purifiers and you.

“My tummy hurts, I think I ate too many Christmas cookies,” Jungkook grumbled.

“What did I tell you about sympathy, hmm?”

Jungkook propped up on his elbow, giving you a stink-eye, “Don’t be mean, Y/N. They were so yummy! Never had Christmas cookies that delicious before.”

You raised a brow, “Oh is that so? Best not let your mother hear you ever say that, Koo.”

Jungkook giggled, pressing closer next to you, “She’d think so too. She adores you, you know.”

“Does she?” You asked, holding your breath slightly. You always were so anxious about where you stood with their families. You never would forget the one day you cracked a joke and somehow made Yoongi’s dad laugh. Now, whenever Yoon would go home to visit, his dad would sneak him little gifts to give to you. 

“Mmhmm,” Jungkook nodded, “You’re a part of our family, Y/N. That goes for all of us and all our families. You belong here. It’s like Hobi-hyung said…you made this place feel more like home since you’ve been a part of us. Today just shows how much warmth you really bring to us. You really are our angel, Y/N. And not just a Christmas one at that.”

Your eyes grew misty and before you could try to think of something to say, Jungkook pulled you to his chest. You closed your eyes, breathing him in and letting yourself melt against him. It was going to be a wonderful Christmas this year. You pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s bare chest, just above his heart. 

It was going to be a wonderful life. 

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Earpiece Patch

Characters: Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Clint and Kate seek you out for some tech assistance after a mission gone wrong.

Kate looked at the broken hearing aid that Clint was holding tightly and felt a little bad about the whole incident. Wanting to make it up to her hero, she perked up and bumped his shoulder. He looked at her.

“I know someone who can get that fixed.” She told him momentarily forgetting that he couldn’t hear her clearly.

Clint squinted at her, trying to read her lips but the young girl spoke too fast so he shook his head and spoke over her.

“I didn’t understand a word you said.” He said and then lifted the earpiece. “I know someone who can fix this.”

Kate shrugged and continued to follow his lead.

They ended up at a fancy house completely decked out with holiday decorations much to Kate’s excitement when she saw the glass panelled door.

“Whoa, who lives here? They’ve got nice taste.” Kate complimented as she walked up the small stairs to the front porch. “Very exquisite-hey!”

To her surprise, the bow in her hand was quickly taken away by Clint who tossed it, and his own bow, into the hedges and out of sight.

“What was that for?”

“We’re here for a casual visit. So no bows.” Clint explained, guessing that she had just asked a question from the way she frowned. He pressed the doorbell and waited as the lights flashed blue. The duo waited for a silent minute, Kate rocking on her heels.

“Maybe no one’s home?” She considered but it fell on partially-deaf ears.

Just as she was about to tap Clint on the shoulder and repeat herself, the lock clicked from inside and the door swung open revealing another Avenger that Kate was obsessed with.

Y/n - dubbed ‘the most badass Avenger’ by Kate - was holding a box of Hulk-green baubles under one arm while tinsel was hanging around their neck, a few loose flecks making it to their forehead.

When you saw the pair, you mouth turned upward into a grin.

“Hi, what an unexpected surprise!” You said and set the baubles on the ground. Crossing the threshold, you wrapped your arms around Clint first and then stepped over to Kate to repeat the motion. The young archer may have received a face full of gold tinsel but the hug was so warm, Kate almost didn’t want to let go until Clint cleared his throat.

Kate released her hold and stepped back completely elated to be meeting another hero. She was going to keep her cool. She was going to be very chill and relaxed and…

“I love you.” She blurt out.

Clint’s hearing may have been difficult but he knew what those words sounded like no matter how unclear. He closed his eyes and exhaled.

“God.”

Kate quickly tried to explain her outburst. “I mean, I love you as an Avenger! Not that I don’t love you as a person because I do but you’re so badass when you’re fighting bad guys you should do it more. Not like I want bad guys constantly attacking you or anything. I’m just going to stop… talking… now.”

You found Kate to be incredibly sweet and adoring. You had experience with fans who were very vocal about you being an Avenger. Reassuring the young woman that she hadn’t said anything offensive, you stepped to the side.

“Come in, I had gingerbread in the oven. Could use a hand with decorating since Scott rushed out to get some extra supplies.”

“Scott as in Scott Lang? The Antman?” Kate repeated.

You chuckled, sending her a wink. “The very same.”

Clint walked in with Kate eagerly following behind. It was everything she had imagined your home to look and feel. They entered the large kitchen area and took some seats at the island bench where all the decorating tools were sitting ready. You headed to the oven to retrieve the gingerbread cookies instantly filling the air with a warm gingery aroma. You carefully brought them back to the bench and took off the oven mitts, opening your palm towards Clint.

“Let’s see it.” You said.

Chuckling, Clint tilted his head and glanced over to Kate who shrugged. You smirked and tapped a hand on the bench top, illuminating the surface in a similar light to the doorbell. You skimmed your fingers hand across the surface and sent a video to the pair showing them footage of themselves at the doorstep hastily tossing their bows and weapons into the bushes.

“…ah.” Clint nodded.

Kate cleared her throat, “To be 100% transparent, he caught me off guard.”

You smirked at the young girl. “Welcome to ‘Avenger-ing’.” You then quirked a brow to your long-time friend and watched him reach into his pocket to pull out his hearing aid. He handed it over and you assessed the damage by holding it up to the light.

“Looks like someone stepped on it.” You guessed and brought it back down. Stepping back, you looked at the cabinets and opened the second last one to reveal a box. Lifting it, you set it on the bench and started to rummage through the contents for the right pliers and tools.

“I can fix this in no time.” You confirmed, your words being subtitled on the bench top. “In the meantime, you could pay me back by helping to frost these.”

Kate grinned excitably and looked to her hero on the side as if for permission. Clint picked up a cookie and shrugged.

“It’s Christmas, why not.”

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