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[spyglassrealms]

if nobody got me I know my local pizza place got me. dear Milanos employees, you guys are real ones. mfrs deliver as reliably as the dang postal service

[archmagealli]

Neeeeeeeeerrrrrrrdddddd

Right back at ya ya dork :P

[saucy-mesothelioma]

@the-paradises

You made it.

[gojosattoru]

★ KUCHIKI BYAKUYA WALLPAPERS ★ -> requested by anon Heya sweetie I hope you like them ^^ Thank you for your request!

COMMISSIONS/KO-FI AND REQUESTS OPEN!!!

[leojurand]

i love them so much

[sagesolsticewrites]

pookie! can I have ⁹⁾ blackberry jam for Jules and Johnny and ¹⁵⁾ a half-full milk carton for Vika and Benny? ilysm!!!!! 💝

Winnie darling!! So sorry for the wait honey 😅 Tysm for the request, love you pooks 💕

From this prompt list!

blackberry jam, Brady x Jules

There was a package waiting for him at the APO on the way back from that day’s practice flight.

They’d been at Thorpe Abbotts for about three weeks now, and while John Brady had gotten a (very long) letter from Jules already, this was the first time he’d had an unassuming brown box waiting for him.

“Treats from home already, Brady?” Hambone grinned, gold teeth glinting in the sun.

“Be nice and maybe I’ll share, Ham,” he retorted with a smirk, though there was no malice in his voice.

Back at their barracks, Hoerr, Hambone, and Croz quickly split off to their own bunks, eager for some semblance of privacy as they opened their own letters from home.

Brady examined the box in his hands, giving it a careful shake. There was a sort of light rattle on one side, while something weighed the cardboard down on the other. He wanted to tear it open, but forced himself to take his time, deliberately peeling away the paper and slicing through the tape that sealed the cardboard shut. Lifting the flaps revealed a thick wad of neatly folded paper, a small blue tin and a bundle of… fabric?

Further examination revealed the wad of paper to be yet another letter from his Juliet, describing her preparations for the new school year and time spent with his parents in delicate cursive script. A postscript was included, he noted with a grin, a full page of his mother’s familiar neat handwriting, detailing how much they missed him, how they hoped he was staying safe, and how kind his girl was to keep them company so often since he’d shipped out.

She’s a keeper! His mother teased, and he could nearly hear her laugh as he read it.

According to the letter, the tin held a batch of his favorite shortbread cookies, accompanied by— his grin grew wider— a jar of blackberry jam made by Juliet herself.

Your mother did most of the work, she’d insisted in her letter, but his mother assured him that Juliet had done it nearly all on her own.

Setting the pages carefully aside, he turned his attention to unwrapping the bundle of thick fabric, peeling back the layers that protected it on its journey over the Atlantic until he held a glass jar about the size of his hand filled with a thick, dark jam. He opened the blue tin next, grinning at the tiny golden cookies stacked inside.

Warmth filled his chest at the thought of his mom and Juliet in the little kitchen at home, talking and laughing, setting aside a good portion of their rationed sugar just to send him a taste of home.

He didn’t have utensils, but that didn’t bother him as he unscrewed the jar and dipped a cookie in.

One bite, and he was transported back to being a kid in Victor, New York, wriggling impatiently at the table as his mother fixed him a snack after school.

“Brady— hey, Brady—”

The memory was cut short as a voice drifted in from his right, and he turned to see Hambone grinning at him hopefully.

“Whatcha got there?”

With a good-natured roll of his eyes, he held out the tin to his friend.

“Shortbread. You can have one.”

The tin was passed around to his crew, all of them soon singing their praises of Ma Brady’s cooking, and John tucked the letter into his footlocker with the one he’d already gotten.

With any luck, he’d be home to see Jules and his mother side by side in the kitchen by this time next year.

half-full milk carton, Benny x Vika

Vika woke with a start, a sinking feeling in her chest. She wasn’t sure what had woken her, but as she glanced around trying to get her bearings, one thing stood out to her.

This was not her room.

A shifting at the end of the bed revealed a furry mass, and she froze until a familiar sleepy whine reached her ears.

That’s right. She was spending the night at Benny’s.

The tightness in her chest eased somewhat as Vika reached down to give Meatball a pet. Her eyes strayed to the other side of the bed, revealing a thrown-back duvet and rumpled sheets.

Her heart sank. Another nightmare?

Wrapped in her robe with Meatball trotting at her heels, she slipped out into the hall, following the dim moonlight to the sounds coming from the kitchen.

“Benny?”

The silhouette, backlit by the light of the fridge, jumped in surprise. Benny turned to face her, his face still half in shadow.

“Vika,” he said, his voice soft, “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same question,” she replied gently, crossing the tiled floor to stand next to him. She asked tentatively, “Nightmare again?”

He looked down, avoiding her eyes as he focused on Meatball weaving between their legs, “Something like that.”

She hummed, scanning him over. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it, and she wouldn’t force him. So, she turned her attention to the fridge.

“Any luck finding a midnight snack?”

Even in the dim light, there was a trace of relief in Benny’s face at the topic change.

“Not yet.”

She took stock of the somewhat sparse contents— a few meals from his mother, the last of a hunk of cheese, slightly wilting greens, a half-full milk carton—

“Can I suggest something? You don’t have to try it if you don’t want.”

“Please do, I can’t seem to make a decision,” Benny said with a soft laugh.

She pulled out the milk carton and snagged what was left of the loaf of bread on the counter.

“This is what my mother made for me before bed every night when I was little,” she explained, pulling out a small saucepan and two bowls, “Bread dipped in warm milk seemed to always do the trick when she needed me to go to sleep.”

Benny hummed, watching her flick on the stove and set the milk at a gentle simmer. She shot him a wink as she added a rather generous pinch of sugar to the milk, stirring all the while.

“I’m technically only supposed to put in a little bit, but… I think we can make an exception just this once.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” Benny found himself promising with a grin, and soon there were two steaming bowls of warm, sweet milk set in front of them, along with a slice of bread each.

Benny dipped one corner in, eyes widening at the simple but indescribably comforting taste. Something loosened in Vika’s chest, seeing his soft smile as he ate— thank goodness he liked it. It gave her an odd sense of pride, introducing him to something that held such dear memories for her and seeing the opportunity to build memories with him as well.

He ate it like her father did, she noted. Leaving the slice whole, dipping a corner at a time. She favored her mother’s strategy of tearing off pieces one by one and dipping them— useful for slipping some to Meatball, who was whining at their feet not wanting to be left out.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Benny’s voice drifted in from her right, softened by the hour and by a slight sleepiness creeping in.

He wasn’t just thanking her for the snack, she knew.

Still, all she did was give him a tender smile, lifting the bowl to her lips to drain the last bit of sweetness at the bottom.

“You’re very welcome, Benny. Now how about we go back to bed?”

[magnusfox]

I AM NOT 4 FUCKING 8? He may have easier access, but he sure as hell doesn't have the strength to overpower me, especially when he's flustered.

eh i disagree with that anon, its more like you have easy access to Magnus.

but im just kinda confused on why he's the hunter. isnt he like, 4'8. youre 6'2, you can protect yourself, you dont need a scrawny cat to hiss and bite for you

I- ...No comment on that first part.

He's actually 5'10, and I am indeed 6'2, but I'm not trained in fighting as well as Magnus is. I'm not as skilled at it as he is. He fights kindred often so he has good practice, while I'm usually just in my office working. I do know how to defend myself if I need to though.

[hiemaldesirae]

my favourite characters thus far: the 'villain' (tamlin), the mcs sister, the LIs (dead) sister, and the queen who died like a chapter after her second scene

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

your tags got me tearing up 😭 pls never leave me 🖤

I'd never dream of it ❤️

[cuddlebugmonster]

yes i do dare approach you

hello funkle

how have you been?

im semi-alive now on social battery front

( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

I'm ok, I can't wait for the term to end so that I can go back to my daily dose of turtle serotonin (TwT)

[ordinaryxxgirl]

@sinningzone said: She set your soul ablaze instead of the seas~

Oh, absolutely! ...And I love having her Rider Kick my enemies. Not weak to Fire? Too bad, you are now! Heheheheheh...She's just so much fun to use, and the story made me utterly adore her. She has absolutely set my soul ablaze!

Also, I'm going to get this out of the way now...You're cute, Noka. Muahahaha!

[tauforged]

trying to discuss the logistics of laz’s design with my husband is so exhausting

[makorragal-312]

Oliver "You are not required to announce your departure" Stark

I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

[savage-rhi]

I gotta tell you how excited I am to see DS return to your posts/dash/life. It’s kinda inspiring me to go back to finish the first game 💙

@valkyrie-of-the-light Aw shucks 💙🫂 I hope you enjoy the game if you choose to go back! The ending had me emotional for a while.

I'm feeling pretty hyped for the sequel. Some of the theories people have for the plot are just NUTS, but in the best way possible! I love how creative everyone has been in that regard. Same with the art! It's been nice seeing some new faces and new material up in the tags!

The game, too, has been getting me hyped for writing Gene's (my Death Stranding ocs) main story. I'm eager to write it as soon as I get done with my other works. I don't know if some concepts will be canon compliant by the time DS2 comes out, but damn it, I'm gonna try to make things fit in a way.

Man. I love the energy of this fandom.

[hoshigray]

:3

;)

[rillils]

sorry for all the angst rils, have some muriel :3

theyre the sweetests of beans<3

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Honeyyyyyy thank you so much, I really needed this after all that sadness 🥺💕💕 You know how much I love Muriel, they're the sweetest cinnamon roll in existence! The whole 'cupperty' scene is one of my favourites to rewatch over and over again, it just feels so cozy with all three of them, and Aziraphale and Crowley being so gentle with them 🥰🥰🥰🥰 I'm definitely not gonna think about how they were probably the first beings to show Muriel some kindness in literal millennia because nope nope nope

they should totally all go for breakfast together at some point, after everything is fixed and the dads have finally had some "us time", can you imagine how cute that'd be??? I love the idea so much <3