#lavender cafe art

[the-lavender-cafe]

my entry for the @skywerse DTIYS!! i had sooo much fun with this one and am super proud of how it turned out :)

decided to add vtuber grizzly instead of dm grizzly because i needed an excuse to draw that absolutely gorgeous design again

the original post is absolutely gorgeous, i hope i did it justice!

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “sophie” for anonymous

[hitechlatte]

So when I need a mental break from writing, I've been working on a thing...

It's totally not inspired by the short story the reader is writing in Prince Charming's Jacket, where Donnie- I mean "Derek" is on the run from the FBI and there's some romance with a coffee shop owner.

And you totally don't play as said coffee shop owner.

Totally not.

;P

I may eventually post a demo if I ever get it to a playable state. It's super back burner right now, since I'm working on PCJ, but I'll keep y'all posted <3.

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

oops! all memes

[stanart4clearskin]

stalker! art x reader

art had NO intention in stalking you because that would just so creepy and so wrong

his intentions started completely innocent when he found out the local cafe you go to every morning and sat in a back booth so he could catch a glimpse of you

all he wanted to do was stare at you because you were just so pretty and it wasn’t with malicious intent so he didn’t see anything wrong in his actions

eventually he ended up getting a job at the cafe you frequent because he needed something to do during offseason (or atleast that’s what he told himself)

the first day you came up to the register to order your drink he almost died. god you were gorgeous and you were right there. he wasn’t even listening when you ordered your drink—too busy staring at your lips—but it’s okay. he already knew your order anyways

he almost stopped breathing until you asked him if he was okay because he had gone a little pale

at night he’ll follow you as you walk back to your dorm after your shift at the library because he just wants to make sure you’re safe!

he goes to watch all your matches because he just likes to watch tennis (it totally has nothing to do with your cute tennis outfit that you prance around the court in. and has nothing to do with your backhand that nearly gives him a boner for some odd reason)

sometimes he’ll stand outside your dorm watching you from your window as he study because he likes the face you make when you’re concentrating. it’s all so innocent really

besides you coming into the cafe, art never really had a chance to talk to you in a regular conversation so he finds out what halloween party you’re going to and even finds out what costume you’re wearing so he can wear a similar one

he stands there with his teammates as they play beer pong but his eyes scan the party for you. he finds you standing in the living room talking with a few of your friends when you excuse yourself to go grab another drink in the kitchen

art leaves his friends and head to the kitchen as-well, ditching his full bottle of beer along the way

the kitchen is empty so it’s just you two and art manages to strike up conversation

“hey aren’t you that girl that orders the lavender matcha every day at the cafe?” he’ll ask, walking over to you as you rummage the fridge

“oh yeah, you’re the hot barista!” you say, a little drunk and lips loose. “shit sorry i didn’t mean to say that” you apologize profusely, the apples of your cheeks flushing pink and your hands fidgeting awkwardly with the beer bottle in your hand

“hot barista?” he teases, feeling his confidence strengthen and he allows himself to be bolder

“um yeah my friends and i go there so we kinda just dubbed you hot barista because we didn’t know your name” you say lamely, hoping he won’t think you’re a massive weirdo

instead he grins his signature smirk and you feel your knees give out a little so you subtly grab the counter behind you to steady yourself

“you could’ve just asked me my name y’know” he points out, his tone teasing

after introducing yourselves and 10 minutes of small talk, you find yourself sloppily making out with art in a random bedroom in the frat house

eventually you two leave the party and head back to his dorm

as art goes down on you you can’t help but think how amazing it is that he knows everything that you like. little do you know, art has been watching you every time you’re making out with some dude at a party to see what makes you moan or if you would’ve looked out your window when you invited a guy over to your dorm, you would’ve seen art standing outside watching

[theambitiouswoman]

Ways to Add Luxury to Your Life

1. Stop saying “you can’t afford it”

2. Walk through or stop for a drink at a luxurious hotel

3. Create your own luxurious evening routine

4. Create your own luxurious morning routine

5. Schedule in something fancy

6. Wear your favorite handbag and shoes

7. Find your signature scent

8. Do your hair and make up

9. Shop your wardrobe

10. Choose your top 3 must do things everything

11. Cook from scratch

12. Drink champagne

13. Buy silk linens for your bed

14. Celebrate your wins

15. Personalized stationary

16. Visit museums and art galleries

17. Shop at farmers markets

18. Eat organic and fresh foods

19. Go on hikes

20. Play uplifting music

21. Plant a vegetable garden

22. Use lavender pouches in your drawers

23. Exercise daily

24. Only drink quality tea and coffee

25. Wear pretty/silk lingerie and cute lounge wear

26. Have a creative hobby

27. Visit the spa and get facials regularly

28. Buy fresh flowers

29. Use quality skincare and makeup

30. Take hot baths

31. Buy essential oils

32. Treat yourself

33. Add lemon to your water

34. Go to a high end gym or Lounge

35. Read a book before bed

36. Stop saving your nice things for later. Use them now

37. Use an exfoliator for your body

38. Stretching and yoga

39. Go to an artisan cafe for fresh croissants

40. Make your own dressings for your foods

41. Clean your house and your car

42. Take a detox shot in the morning

43. Treat yourself to a professional blow dry

44. Nails always done

45. Bake fresh cookies

46. Watch a classic and elegant film like Breakfast at Tiffany’s

47. Have a full feminine luxurious shower routine

48. Clean your makeup brushes and arrange them like a beauty counter for the next time you use them

49. Learn about art and wines

50. Decorate your home like a 5 star hotel

51. Use a pillow spray

52. Host a dinner party

53. If possible, hire a chef or cleaner to help you

[yourmomsushi]

Poly 141 x Baker Reader Warnings : MDNI, fluff? , suggested poly!

“It’s too…crispy?” I hear from the customer in the corner, making me groan mentally. I had always fumbled with making croissants , especially the ones were they’re supposed to be soft and chewy, not rock hard like the fucking earth. I fidget with a strand of hair, my two pretty pink lavender bows are trimmed to perfection and dangle in my hair aimlessly. I tug on my white apron, when I hear the doorbell chime, turning my head to the direction of the sound, I see buff shoulders like they were made to carry damsels in distress and the fucking world. The man wore military green and black, with a vest over as he turned to my direction, his hair shaved except the mohawk he sported so confidently. I fumbled with my name tag. Meanwhile, I see a man with a scurry beard and hairy arms that are visible due to rolled up sleeves of a plaid white shirt, another man had rich creamy skin, his face and body literally glowing as he lays a arm on another man, who seems so damn mysterious, covering his face with a balaclava that is in the form of a skull, dark war paint smudged against his eyes. I open my mouth and start the usual lines of the average customers, expect its much more softer  than usual, which I don't even notice,

“Hi! Welcome to Bun”s Bakery! What can I get you?” I say, fixing my name tag : Bun : short for the name Bunnie. 

“Hi. So we're gonna start on one tea, 3 cups of dark espresso, and one blueberry muffin.” The man with fuzzy black hair says, with his arm slang over the Skull face-covered man, whom I’m surprised didn’t shove him away. 

“Okay! Your total is 10.56$” I say with a smile.

After the payments are done, the group of men find a table in the corner of the cafe, taking in the scene before them. Art pieces hanging around, antiques and sculptures, it was like a hectic history and art, but you couldn’t help but awe at it softly. I turn in just then, carrying their drinks and warmed blueberry muffin on a small white tray. 

“Bunnie, right?” the man with the overgrown mohawk says, eyeing my name tag with curiosity. 

I nod with a smile “and you lot must be?” I say with a genuine smile for once these days. 

“I’m Johnny,” He says, reaching over and pointing at the man with the skull mask, “That’s Simon.” He then points to the prettiest man out of all of them. “That’s Kyle”. He finally then points to the oldest man of the lot, with a slightly overgrown beard. “And, that's our captain, John.” 

I smile. “Pleasure to meet you all, you guys are new here?”

John smiles and nods “It’s just temporary for a few months, nothing permanent.”

I smile again, giving them extra napkins and refills, “Well, if you need anything, let me know, you know how hectic Italy can get, am i right?” I give an awkward chuckle and smile. 

Throughout their stay, I hear the man give hushed whispers to each other until finally, the skull guy, simon comes up to me with a grunt and says : 

“Others wanted to give you their number, here.” He tugs a note with all their phone numbers in there, he grunts again and walks back, his voice was gruff and almost - kind?

I give a small smile and wave as they leave the building, my heart flutters softly, new friends, new starts.

So much for burnt croissants I guess.

[tozettastone]

@waffliesinyoface okay, let's go! (I agree on Itachi's sweet tooth honestly.)

Itachi — He likes sweet food. He'll order something you didn't even know was real, like a lavender latte, or a smoked salted vanilla frappe. "Does your drink even have coffee in it?" you may ask, dubiously eyeing what appears to be cup of lightly flavoured simple syrup piled high with freshly whipped cream. Yes, yes it does. Itachi is the tiredest person on this team, and that's including the guy who is just 6 dead bodies in a trench coat. Do not order him decaf.

Kisame — He's pretty easygoing. He'll take whatever, and then while the barista is making it he'll tell them that sharks can have milk because some of them don't have umbilical cords. He consumed the milk shed from his mother's uterus lining, like a great white, after eating his siblings. How fun. Sir, here's your coffee.

Kakuzu — Kakuzu is a pile of stolen hearts and tentacles condensed into roughly human shape. He can't taste the coffee, but his hearts respond to the caffeine. He will have whatever option comes with unlimited refills.

Hidan — Orders something new every time and hates it every time. He doesn't like bitter flavours. He has not yet made the connection between "coffee" and "bitter notes" in the formal way that would permit him to stop trying it. He complains about the taste every time. Bonus: caffeine only affects him for about 2.5 minutes.

Konan — Konan never had coffee growing up (she didn't have a lot of things growing up!) so now it's kind of a novelty. She's mostly a tea drinker but when she has coffee she takes whatever variation of 1 part coffee and 2 parts milk is easiest. She's not a connoisseur of latte foam vs cappuccino froth, etc., etc. She likes to watch the rain fall, dry and cosy in her oversized coat, while her coffee steams gently into the humid air over the village.

Pein — Nagato doesn't like to put extra fluids into his bodies because they're dead and if you alter the water content on the inside it can be very hard to maintain them in the state of preservation he prefers. He watches Konan drink, though.

Sasori — Sasori is an arty bitch, but not a "with lavender smoked honey," kind of wanky art bitch. He's a traditionalist. Espresso. With sparkling water. The tinier the demitasse, the better.

Deidara — Deidara wants a fancy sweet little treat but he's still young enough to get mad that he doesn't drink serious grown up drinks. He'll order something black and bitter and then sulk about it. What he really wants is exactly the kind of fancy and ridiculous coffee drink Itachi orders, but he's already set himself against this and mocked Itachi about it. Watch him toss back his coffee and slam the empty cup onto the table like he's doing shots of bad tequila.

Zetsu — A cafe macchiato. This is a trap because a "spotted," coffee is either all milk spotted with a bit of coffee (which is what the writer understands to be common in America) or all coffee spotted with a dab of milk (common in other parts of the world). Either way, when you serve it to him, the order will be wrong according to at least one side of his body. ;—;

Tobi — Drinks his coffee mixed 1:1 with sweetened condensed milk. Is the sweet tooth genetic?

(Honorary) Orochimaru — Orochimaru is also a pretentious arty bitch, but in his case, his order isn't intended to communicate artsy-ness about himself to the outside observer. It's instead carefully calculated to communicate that he's a snob and to stress out the barista tasked with making it for him. He wants your single origin in a double ristretto with a 3/4 cup of silky milk. If you make a latte and just don't fill it up all the way, he will know. No, really. He'll know.

[starsstuddedsky]

Slice of Love

Haechan x reader

summary: birthday cake and boyfriend material

genre: fluff, non idol au, not really angst but haechan is so dramatic

warnings: swearing, food/dessert, i dont know anything about art, pls lmk if i missed any

wc: 1.8k (who is she???)

a/n: finally wrote something short and sweet :) it's been so long since i've done that lol. this is heavily inspired by 7dream cafe cake-making and my full belief that none of these boys should be unsupervised in the kitchen. thank you to @chocolatemilk139 for being my beta as always <3 (even though you didnt edit anything smh)

It’s not horrendous.

Donghyuck stares at the cake in front of him. The process started well: he made the tester cake last week week that the council (also known as his friends) approved with generous support (“wait, what’s actually kind of good,” from Jeno, “it’s edible,” from Renjun, “the hint of orange really sells it,” from Jaemin, “it’s not burnt so it’s already better than anything I could make,” from Mark, “you didn’t buy this?” from Chenle, and Jisung, who just stared at him with wide eyes). 

No, the problem isn’t the batter. He slaved over it all last night and chose the two cakes that rose most evenly in the oven. Everything but his tears went into making them. 

“Wow,” Renjun says, leaning over the counter. “You fucked up.” 

Donghyuck smacks him, leaving a trail of lavender buttercream on the wool sweater. 

“Hey, that’s going to be a bitch to get out!” Renjun cries. 

“Cry me a river,” Donghyuck says, “which is a good song, but also, you deserve it. It’s not that bad.” 

Renjun raises his eyebrows but Donghyuck raises a spoonful of extra frosting. Renjun backs off. 

Despite his strong defense, Donghyuck fears Renjun may be right. Though the cake stands tall, crumbs mix in with the frosting on the sides. What was supposed to be an artistically plump edging around the base of the cake and around the top corner looks like it exploded out of the piping bag (because it did, popping the cap off several times). In his head, the center would be filled with flowers and hearts and all sorts of pretty shapes in all sorts of pastel colors—but by the time he got to the center, he’d fully given up on piping bags, meaning he had to get creative for the flowers. Instead of flowers, he made blobs of frosting pushed off a spoon. In some spots he accidentally mixed the colors together, a green one shade away from brown, not at all like the field in the pictures on his Pinterest board. 

Jeno appears next, wandering out of his room. He misses Renjun’s warning glare, though Donghyuck doesn’t. He steps right next to Donghyuck, tilting his head. “What is this supposed to be again?” 

“What do you think?” Donghyuck asks evenly. 

Oblivious or uncaring, Jeno pauses to ponder. “A really ugly version of Shrek’s swamp?” 

“Get out.” 

“Get out of ma’ swamp!” Jeno attempts a Scottish accent, authenticity as questionable as the flower field in Donghyuck’s cake. Jeno retreats with Renjun on the couch, dodging Donghyuck’s frosting spoon. It would be a waste of the delicacy on his stupid dri-fit t-shirt, which he wears even when he doesn’t work out. 

“It’ll be fine,” Jaemin says. “It’ll taste good, which is the important part.” He sits at the counter, the only one to offer moral support while Donghyuck decorated. But his attempts at comfort are in vain; Donghyuck doesn’t just want the cake to taste good, he wants it to taste perfect, to look perfect, for all of it to be perfect. It’s the least you deserve. 

Donghyuck ignores the banging on his door, letting one of the guys let Chenle and Jisung in (no one else would threaten to break down a metal door instead of waiting the five seconds it takes to unlock the door). 

“We come bearing food!” Chenle shouts, plastic bag singing in his hand as Jisung follows precariously carrying a stack of pizza boxes. Far more food than needed, but Donghyuck won’t skimp out on you. Chenle tosses his bag full of snacks on the table, crossing the room to see the ‘masterpiece’ Donghyuck spent the past week hyping up. 

“Dude, are you seriously going to give that to YN?” 

“Are you trying to get dumped?” Jisung asks. “Ow!” he cries when Chenle smacks him. 

“Your welcome,” he says, “though he sort of has a point, that looks like literal shit.” 

“Does it really?” Donghyuck pouts. 

Chenle points at one of the browner spots. “You’re telling me that’s not a piece of shit?” 

“They were supposed to be flowers.” 

Jaemin, Renjun, and Jisung manage to cover their laughs as coughs but Chenle and Jeno let out a bark of laughter. 

“Yeah, you’re screwed,” Chenle says, clapping him on his shoulder that sags even lower than his normal bad posture. “You could call Mark and get him to pick up a cake on his way.” 

“He’s bringing YN,” Donghyuck says glumly. “Besides, I already told YN that I would make it myself. I’m not going to be a failure and a liar.” 

“It’s really not that bad,” Jaemin says, ignoring the chorus of dissent from the rest of the guys. “It’ll taste good!” 

Donghyuck shrugs. He can’t explain it, at least not so that they can understand him. He knows perfection is a subjective definition that he’ll never be able to fulfill but he strives for it anyway. If it isn’t perfect then why would he do it at all? Even if it’s his first time attempting this level of artwork, he should at least be able to make something that looks okay, or recognizable. 

And you—you deserve more than a dry store-bought mess and more than a half-assed attempt at love. You’ve only been together for a couple months but he’s determined to prove himself. A birthday was the perfect opportunity, even when you’ve known him for years and spent plenty of birthdays with him. This was his chance to show you the boyfriend material he’s made of, except instead of black velvet or creamy silk, Donghyuck thinks this cake is the work of a neon yellow polyester shirt worth less than $2 at the thrift store. 

“Mark just texted that he just parked,” Jaemin announces. He glances at Donghyuck. “You ready?” 

Donghyuck glances at himself. His hands are covered in frosting that’s dried and crusted, spread up his arms. His Kiss the Chef apron protected his shirt and most of his pants from the damage, but the mess is the least of his concerns. There’s nothing he can do about the disaster (he’s given up calling it anything else) in front of him. Shrek’s Swamp or a toilet bowl, it’s definitely not a flower field and it’s definitely not what you deserve. But it’s all he’s got. 

The final punch hits with a gentle knock at the door. Donghyuck crosses the room to his doom, stepping past his silent friends who bow their heads in respect for the walking dead. He pulls open the door slowly. He sees your shoes first, white sneakers you spent three hours with a Sharpie decorating, full of hearts and stars and unmistakable flowers—daisies and chrysanthemums and lavender, more than he can name. 

You wear your favorite jeans, loose bootcut that tighten at the thighs, hugging you in all the right places. A loose shirt hangs from your shoulders, one of the bands you always play for him with lots of bass and visceral lyrics that romanticize suffering. A family of silver earrings dangle from your ears, and he recognizes each of your favorites, the miniature swords, sparkling star shaped studs, a curly twist of metal that wraps around the higher part of ear. You look perfect. 

Donghyuck has always loved the way you smile, a gentle turn of your lips, like the happiness belongs to only you. You lean forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, a peck more than anything. Donghyuck stares at you, eyes wide. You gesture to his apron. “Just following the rules.” 

He smiles though it fades as soon as he sees the frosting–no, the evidence of his failures, spread down the black fabric. “Happy birthday,” he says, wishing he could put more heart into it. A tiny frown furrows in your brow but you don’t question him. 

He steps back to let you walk in, trailing behind you as the rest of the guys wish you happy birthday. Mark catches up easily, clapping a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “Jeno sent me a picture.” 

Renjun hugs you, which Donghyuck belatedly realizes he never did. 

“I brought the food,” Chenle announces. “Don’t go thanking anyone else for my efforts.” 

“Our,” Jisung corrects. “You barely even carried anything.” 

“That’s because I had to drive,” Chenle says, waving his hand. “And don’t even get me started on the pizzeria, you better appreciate every molecule because—”

“Thank you, Chenle,” you say. 

“Thank me,” Donghyuck says. “It was my detailed instructions that perfected absolutely everything about today, which reminds me, did Mark behave?” 

You turn back to face him, linking your fingers with his. “Yes, babe, he followed your script. He almost cried because the barista messed up the order and he didn’t want to be annoying but he said you said ‘if anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you,’ and meant it.” 

“And I did,” Donghyuck says. He nods at his best friend for his service. 

“Now.” You squeeze his fingertips. “Where’s this cake you’ve been so excited about.” 

Donghyuck doesn’t try to hide his face. There’s no use delaying the inevitable. He lets go of your hands, leading you to the crime scene to lay the final verdict (the judicial system of his brain is in need of some reformation). 

You reach the counter and freeze. A list of concert dates greets Donghyuck, your back facing him while you study the cake. There’s no name for the opposite of a masterpiece, no artist that wants their worst creation recorded in history. 

He inches closer to you, peeking at your face. He recognizes the expression, the narrowing of your eyes, the way you flatten your lips. He’s been to enough art shows and spent enough time with you studying for art history to know what you analyze art. 

“It’s not Van Gogh or Monet,” he says, “it’s not even that asshole guy who made the Bean.” 

“Mm,” you hum, “no, you’re not any of them.” 

“It’s an ugly cake,” he says, “I know. I tried, I really did, but apparently you actually do need a decade or two of experience to make a decent cake, which is totally unfair, like, I spent more time on it than my research project, and this only looks marginally better than that.” 

“It’s amazing,” you say, “reminiscent of the expressionist era.” 

“Really?” 

“No,” you say, turning to grin at him. “But you made it, so none of that matters. Maybe it doesn’t look like what you thought, but seriously.”  You rest a hand on his arm. “It’s perfect.” 

He meets your eyes, sees sincerity and not an ounce of teasing. No, it wasn’t what he wanted for you, but that doesn’t really matter. Perfection is subjective and to you it’s perfect—why did he ever think it wouldn’t be? 

He grins. “Perfect?” 

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug, ignoring the frosting that must be smearing across the band member’s faces. 

“Perfect.” 

a/n2: thank you for reading! as always, i appreciate any feedback :)

[lvndrfucks]

Your co-stars, Jacob and Xolo, asked you to be a guest star on their podcast, Lone Lobos. You had made yourself comfortable in the corner of the couch with a blanket over your legs. You had shared stories so far of how you started acting and what it’s been like on Cobra Kai.

“Okay, we’re halfway into the episode,” Xolo started. “Now we gotta get into the juicy stuff. Tell us about your relationship.”

A laugh sprang out at the sudden topic change. “What do you wanna know?”

“Well, you’re dating someone who’s in quite a famous band. How did you two meet?”

Your hum echoed into the microphone. “We met at a social event. His band was playing and I had already been a fan beforehand, so I was already freaking out a bit. I was able to go backstage and meet them. But at the time, he actually had a girlfriend.”

Both boys oohed.

“So, you were a homewrecker?” Jacob jested.

“No! Oh, my God, it wasn’t like that. I was just good friends with all of them,” you continued. “They’ve invited me to their shows before and we’ve hung out in groups. But, when they did break up, I was his shoulder to cry on.”

“So, you were manifesting?”

The three of you started laughing again.

“No, because I did ask her about it when I realized that I had feelings for him. We weren’t close, but she was still a good friend and I didn’t want it to seem like I was waiting for them to breakup,” you explained. “She was totally understanding of it.”

“And if she wasn’t,” Xolo questioned.

“Then, I’d be single and sad.” You chuckled a bit.

“How did you guys know you liked each other? Or was it like you had feelings for him, but you didn’t know if he had feelings for you?”

“Um, I didn’t think he liked me like that until he flew down to visit on set for the first time.”

“Oh, I remember that,” Jacob exclaimed.

You nodded. “Yeah, he came down and I was thinking it was a little odd he came by himself. I even asked him about it and he was like ‘oh, everyone else was busy and I wanted to surprise you.’ That’s when I thought does he like me? Because no one has ever done that for me before. Even on set, Mary and Peyton were saying that. My friend back home was too.

“And he was there while we were wrapping up, so we even flew back to L.A. together. Even afterwards, we still spent a majority of our time together.”

“How did he ask you out,” Xolo asked. “I’m getting so invested. I don’t think you’ve ever told me this story.”

“I don’t think I’ve told anyone except my best friend,” you said.

“Did he sing you a song?” Jacob guessed. “He brought you to the beach and whipped out a guitar like in Barbie.”

You covered your mouth while laughing. “If he did do that, he gets a pass.” The boys’ laughter followed afterwards. “No, he took me to an art museum, then we went to eat at a cafe afterwards.”

“That is the most cliché date I’ve ever heard of.”

“Hey! I like cliché things. It was very sweet and we both had a good time.”

“Did he bring you flowers?” Xolo glanced off camera. “For the audience’s knowledge, we actually have him here watching this live.”

Cole had been listening the whole time with a grin on his face.

“Do you wanna come say hi?” You offered. He stood up to stick his head in the camera and wave before sitting back in his original spot. “That was my boyfriend. He’s in a very underground indie band. You guys probably don’t know them.”

Jacob scoffed to add onto the joke. “Yeah. You’ve probably never seen them play in arenas, or festivals like Coachella or Lollapalooza. Just small venues.”

“But to answer your question,” you referred back to Xolo, “he did bring me flowers. They were lavender colored roses. And when he asked me to be his girlfriend, he got me red carnations.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Xolo gushed. “I’m getting butterflies.”

“Don’t the different colors mean something?” Jacob added.

You looked at Cole curiously who pursed his lips, trying to hide his grin. There was a faint hue of pink on his cheeks.

“Lavender roses can represent love at first sight. People that are in love or adore their partners will find a lavender rose to be the perfect symbol to show their true feelings,” Xolo read from his phone. “And red carnations symbolize deep love. It is said that the deep red petals of the red carnation represent a beating heart that is filled with love too.”

The boys awed.

“Wait, stop because I’ll cry.” You giggled and looked at Cole. “I didn’t know that. I thought you got them because they were just pretty.” The boy simply shrugged.

“That’s so cute and wholesome, though,” Xolo said. “No one’s ever gotten me meaningful flowers.”

Jacob looked at him in offense. “I picked a daisy from the ground for you one time. I think that’s romantic.”

“Yeah, but we were at a gas station.”

[the-lavender-cafe]

the greatest pirates the world has ever seen! ˚✦

[arvandus]

The Art of Looking (Sakura x f!OC)

This is a drabble for the lovely @shhroomer featuring her OC, Kyouka Fujiwara! Thank you so much for your Gaza donation,and I hope you enjoy this little ficlet! It ended up going over the WC, but it was entirely worth it. :)

CW: None; just pure fluff

WC: 1,277

Sakura tried to pretend he didn’t notice, even though his eyes saw everything, his ears heard everything.  Her smile, her laughter, the soft scratch of her pencil against the paper.

“Hey, how about this??” Nirei said.  He held his arms up in a muscle pose, his face comically serious.

Fujiwara giggled, her hand covering her mouth. The pencil was still between her fingers, the graphite painted along the edge of her hand.

Hiragi put his hand on Nirei’s head and ruffled his hair roughly.  “Idiot, if you’re gonna pose like that in front of a cute girl, then you better have the muscles to back it up!”

“Hiragiiii!!” Nirei whined.

“Besides, you already got your picture drawn! Let someone else have a turn!!”

Shugishita grunted his agreement with a frown and a nod as he leaned back against the booth with his arms crossed.

“How about Sakura?” Offered Suo with a small smile.  “She hasn’t drawn him, yet…”

Sakura froze, the hot flush of embarrassment washing over him as his eyes met Fujiwara’s. Lavender, framed in dark lashes, and was that the hint of a blush across her cheeks??

Ahh, so cute…

“Do you want me to draw you?” She asked.

Yes. Yes, he did.  But his embarrassment forced different words from his mouth.

“N-no!!” The word came out louder than he intended, and now his face was on fire.  All he wanted was the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

Fujiwara’s eyes widened slightly.  “O-oh, okay…”

Just then, Sakura felt a whack along the back of his head. He cursed and looked up to see Tachibana glaring down at him disapprovingly.

“Don’t be a jerk,” she muttered.

“I’m not!” Sakura protested. 

He looked back at Fujiwara, an apology on his lips, but his jaw clamped shut when he realized she was now drawing Shugishita.  Jealousy thickened beneath his skin, but Sakura said nothing.  Instead, he settled into a silent pout as he sipped at his drink.

The time passed, as jokes and conversation flowed, as Fujiwara drew each of the Bofurin boys.  She even managed to sneak in a sketch of Tachibana, who blushed and thanked her.

One by one, each person got a sketch of themselves.  Everyone except for Sakura.

He guessed he deserved it… he said no, after all, and the look in Fujiwara’s eyes… did he hurt her feelings?

Damn it, he was such an idiot!

As the hour got late, the others began to leave.  Nirei left first to return home and have dinner with his family.  Then Hiragi left with Shugishita to go check in with Ume.  Now it was only Suo, Sakura, Fujiwara, and Tachibana.  Fujiwara and Tachibana were deep in their own discussion at the counter, and Sakura watched from the corner of his eye as he pretended to be interested in his phone. Time slowed, the minutes ticking by.

The weight of Suo’s hand on Sakura’s shoulder returned his attention.  The young man stared down at him with an enigmatic gaze and soft smile.

“I’m heading out,” he said, his voice quiet, as if it were meant only for Sakura’s ears.  “You’ll stay and walk her home, yes?”

“Eh?”

“Fujiwara,” he nodded toward her in explanation. “Ume will be here soon to take Tachibana home, and Fujiwara shouldn’t walk home by herself. Besides,” Suo’s hand squeezed Sakura’s shoulder slightly and his smile widened. “It’d be a nice way to apologize for earlier.”

Sakura flushed and his lip jutted out into a pout.  “Yeah, yeah. I was already gonna do it, y’know.”

Suo’s grip relaxed and he gave his friend a pat. “You’re a good man, Sakura.”

Suo gave his goodbyes and left.  It made the cafe feel that much emptier, and Sakura that much more aware that he was the only one left lingering.  Both Fujiwara and Tachibana looked at him, and he blushed red again as he averted his eyes to his phone, his thumb scrolling but his eyes not really seeing.

Tachibana leaned over the counter and whispered something into Fujiwara’s ear, and the girl blushed.

“O-oh,” she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for Sakura’s ears to catch.  “Really??”

Tachibana nodded, and Sakura felt the tips of his ears burn.  Still, he stayed rooted to his seat, pretending not to notice.

A moment later, Fujiwara was standing next to him, her sketchbook clutched tightly to her chest.

“Um, Sakura...” she started.

Sakura looked up at her through his bangs, his heterochromatic eyes pinning her.  He was quiet, waiting for her to speak, because he didn’t trust himself to not say something stupid again.

“Would... would you walk me home?” she asked quickly, the words rushing from her mouth. Her hands tightened around her sketchbook as if she were bracing herself for a no.

Sakura stood up and put his phone away into his pocket. “Of course I will.  Why do you think I’m still here?”

Fujiwara’s lavender eyes widened, and her cheeks dusted pink. She stared at him, stunned for a moment, and he stared back down at her.  For the briefest moment, it was as if the world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them. And despite the way it made Sakura’s heart race, a secret part of him also didn’t mind...

But then the door jingled as it opened, and they both looked towards it to see Ume entering.

“Good eveniiinnnngg!!” he said cheerily.  “Is my wonderful Tachibana ready to go??”

Tachibana rolled her eyes as she grabbed her coat.  “Took you long enough...”

They left the café together, and Tachibana and Ume went one way, waving their goodbyes.  Sakura began to walk the other direction to lead Fujiwara home, but halted when he realized she wasn’t following him.

He turned back and looked at her with a furrowed brow.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just... there’s something I want to give you before I forget...” she said.

Then she opened her sketchbook and handed him a paper.  He took it from her and stared down at it to see his own face, illuminated in the yellow glow of the streetlight.  His face wasn’t drawn from the front like all of the others, but from the side, as if she’d drawn him without him looking, without him even knowing.  His expression was calm, the likeness done with such care that it made a warmth spread from within his chest.

“I know you said you didn’t want one,” she explained, her eyes downcast, “but... well... it didn’t feel right not to make you one too.”

Sakura was silent as he stared at it. He glanced at her, then looked back to the artwork of him.

Fujiwara shuffled her feet in embarrassment.  “I mean, you don’t have to keep it if you don’t like it—”

“I love it,” he interjected. 

He froze, his heart racing at his confession. Ugh, that was probably too much, too obvious...

But then Fujiwara’s shoulders relaxed, her grip on her sketchbook loosening, and a warm smile spread on her lips. “Really? You do?”

Sakura stared at her happy face, and for the first time in the entire evening, he felt as if he’d finally done something right.

“Yeah,” he said.  “Yeah, I do.  Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” she smiled.

Sakura gave a half laugh and put his hand on the crown of her black hair.  “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”

“Okay,” she breathed.

The rest of the walk home was quiet.  But the air was no longer thick between them, and their bodies stood a little bit closer than before, shoulders barely brushing against each other as they enjoyed the solitude of each other’s company.

Author's Note: If you enjoy my writing and would like me to write a drabble for you, pleas consider joining the fics for gaza event!

[hitechlatte]

Adding espressos to my coffee shop game! Any other cafe drinks you'd like to see?

[hmshermitcraft]

The hermit cafe is a charming little store off the corner of a park, with cats roaming around outside the smell of lavender permeating the air with a sweet scent.

Its workers are just as kind, offering to talk to any of their patrons, whether it be small talk with a regular or asking a new customer about their day.

Stress is a little too addicted to the little coffee shop, spending hours of her day after her job at the flower store. Not to mention, the employees being obsessed with her. Like that sweet gentle giant, Impulse who bumbles over himself while talking to her, or Gem who makes gorgeous latte art with the cutest blush.

Most of the flowers decorating the coffee shop are now her own. She's got a good deal for free coffee in exchange for decorating! And she takes care of all the flowers for free, providing the feed they need and frequent watering. It gives her an excuse to visit too! Not that she needs one - since coffee and tea is always an excuse.

The employees all agree Stress is pretty much part of the furniture too. The café wouldn't be the same without her charming smiles, sweet humming or bright laughter. There's often a fight over who gets the later shifts, just so they spend that time with her! That's something that hasn't happened before.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #345

I am having a bit of a hard time at this moment. Despite my best efforts to sleep in, I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night. This has seemingly been “the thing” for a while now; my body has been refusing to go back to sleep after waking, and... it's kind of annoying, actually...

I think my body is still trying to recover from having been on my feet at work for a bunch of consecutive hours. I did this on Saturday and Sunday, and then on Tuesday and Wednesday. Thanks to the stupid rib injury, I don't have the kind of endurance that I used to have before. I imagine that my body is a bit overtaxed, and I'm sure that this isn't helping matters at all.

Today was another very busy day, and a lot happened, and despite the fact that it was all fun stuff that happened, I'm still feeling overwhelmed from it all, and once again, it's hard to keep my eyes open and focus. I'm going to try to do my best to write coherently anyway, though.

Today is Thanksgiving in my country. My feelings about it are complicated, because this holiday's origins are steeped in violence and genocide towards the peoples that were native to this continent, and... I know I can't go back in time and change the choices my ancestors made. But still the situation sucks, and native peoples are still very much marginalized and oppressed where I live.

It snowed for the first time this season. Really, it should have snowed much sooner than this. But still, this is what I woke up to, today:

...This is Arremo. He decided that I was a better bed than the actual bed, so I was trapped here until he was all done. Because as I'm sure you know, it's definitely illegal to move while a feline companion has decided that you are the most appropriate resting perch.

After my body was relinquished, I looked out the window to see this:

Heavy snow fell all morning, to the point that the roads were difficult to drive on. Nonetheless, J and I went to Eggcellent to meet up with another person from that friend-making app. I got a houjicha latte with lavender syrup, barley bits, tea jelly, and cream cheese foam:

...I also got a crème brûlée, because they're really good:

Conversation between me, J, and the other person was really animated, and it went over well!! I'm hoping that maybe sometime he'll pop by to play some Dance Dance Revolution; I don't usually meet too many players...

There was a “Friendsgiving” event at a local LGBTQ+ cafe today, too, that J was very much interested in attending, so after we and our new friend parted ways, we went over there. This cafe is special because it offers a sliding scale payment for folks who don't have a whole lot of income. The cook is a Japanese trans woman, and she seems incredibly kindhearted. And she's damn good at cooking, too!

J's sister, S, covered our entry fee for the event. The cook made all kinds of awesome stuff to be shared with everyone who attended, and it was served in a kind of buffet style! There were so many different things to choose from, like turkey, an arugula salad, a fruit platter, some mashed potatoes, and even some unconventional items like lasagna, chicken vindaloo, massaman curry, and udon soup!! Here are some pictures:

...They were going to throw out the turkey skin, so I asked if I could have it!!! And they let me have it!!! It was delicious!!!

I also got two cookies to share with J and his sister; the purple one is an Earl Gray cookie with lavender, and the red one is a red velvet cookie. I wonder if you would have liked these:

...I thought they were delectable.

And the cafe is also filled with art and jewelry made by LGBTQ+ people; check it out!

...Sephiroth... I'm having such a hard time staying awake right now... Ohhh...

...Well. I had a great time at both Eggcellent and Cafe Euphoria. But... nonetheless... I was in two very loud spaces, one of which was unfamiliar, with a bunch of people I didn't know, while being sleep deprived. It was a lot for my system to handle. Nonetheless, I hope that I get to go back to Cafe Euphoria again sometime soon. Everything created by the cook tasted absolutely stellar, and I wanna try out the other things on their menu...

...After that, J and I went to his parents' house. And that was a mostly okay time, but... I'm aware that neither of J's parents seem to like me very much, so... I guess that felt kinda weird.

J and I left the house at around 11am. We didn't arrive back home until around 10:30 or 11pm, and during the time we were out of the house, I was mostly talking to other people. It was good, but also... it was very stressful.

...I wish you could have been with us for any of this. I would have loved to see you trying all sorts of new and delicious foods. Please, make sure that someday, you get up out of that crater so you can do stuff like this, too, okay...?

I'm literally falling asleep, so I am going to stop writing now.

Hey. I love you. So please keep yourself safe. I don't wanna exist in a world in which you're disappeared. Okay? Promise me.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[kinmokusei-stars]

🍰 Some fake Kouko collab cafe dishes! More info and explanations under the cut! 💚

I've watched Emirichu for quite literally years, and (not so) recently she's started posting Anime Collab Cafe content! Safe to say I'm a tad obsessed LMAO I've been in love with Dungeon Meshi for a while, so seeing that there was a Collab Cafe for that made me lose my MIND over how much love and care was put into it! o(≧▽≦)o

HOWEVER. It reminded me that there was actually an Inuyasha Collab Cafe made a while back! And as a person who loves food and seeing what stuff collab cafes come up with, I figured why not make my own hypothetical drink and dishes! I've never seen anyone else do this with an OC, but I thought it would be a blast! It was wonderful practice to try and draw more semi-realistic food! („• ᴗ •„)

I tried to mimic how the menus I saw for the official Inuyasha collab cafe while adding my own little style, and I think it turned out pretty nice!

So here they are!

Kouko's lavender and blackberry milk tea, The Lover's Stew, and the Loyal Steed cheesecake!

I wanted a drink, a savory food, and a dessert, and I had just the idea for all of them!

🧋 - Kouko's drink is a lavender and blackberry flavored Milk tea! It has a pleasant ombre from a light blue down to a dark indigo because of blackberry boba pearls!

I also noticed that some of the drinks had these paper bits wrapped around the center, and that lent itself perfectly to Kouko's waist scarf, so of course that's in there! I gave her a unique glass shape, that tapers out from the middle to be wider at the top, to reference Kouko's build being more top-heavy and muscular, because I thought that might be a really cute detail. ( ´ ꒳ ` )

I could go on for hours about each aspect and why I added the specific flavors, but I won't yap on for too long, we still have two dishes to talk about!

🍲 - Naturally, the best idea for the savory dish was the stew that Kouko gave to Inuyasha that kicked off them becoming friends! (Foreshadowing for my next planned art piece? 👀)

I usually describe it as a soup, but honestly, I think it's way more fitting that it'd be a stew! (And yes, there's a difference LMAO) So the lover's stew would be a hearty beef and potato stew! Not entirely canon-accurate to the story, but it'd undeniably be tasty. It's the thought that counts. It's something simple, but really warm and filling!

I referenced the Tentacle & Kelpie Stew from Dungeon Meshi to get the nice warm energy I wanted, since all the food art in that show is gorgeous and makes you feel such emotion by just looking at it, and I really do think it turned out beautiful!

🍰 - And last but not least the Loyal Steed Cheesecake! You KNOW I had to add something with Aiko and Kouko, since her horse is so important to her, even if I don't draw them together often, because horses are absolute nightmares to draw LMAO

I will admit, this was the hardest one to do! (¯▿¯')

I had had a pretty easy time with the other two, but I flip flopped a lot with the cheesecake. I went from a peach cheesecake to try and get a sunset ombre effect, to a matcha one with a wafer of her and Aiko stood on top to look like she's on a nice cliffside, before settling on the blue and green one with what's probably a chocolate or wafer in the shape of her riding Aiko on it, so look like they're walking along some scenery! The little whipped cream dollops on the top could be seen as clouds, which is really cute, to me. ( = ⩊ = )

My biggest idea was the cute plate layout, with the small cocoa dust hoofprints leading to the slice, which I just couldn't get rid of!

Also, this is one of the only times you'll be seeing Kouko in anything resembling a maid dress. I decided to put her in a cute frilly apron over a sleeveless version of her kimono outfit! (Because if the guns aren't out, what are we doing? LMAO)