#my other favourite flavour of them: sad

[chell-min]

my hands still remember

[sysig]

A complete lack of catharsis (Patreon)

[exopelagic]

fruit <33333333333

[atlntiic]

lollipop - Leon S. Kennedy.

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!reader.

Summary: she say she love my lolly, she wanna make it pop, she say she love my lolly, she wanna kiss the top, she say she love my lolly, she love my lollipop.

CW: 18+, mdni!, smut, oral sex (m receiving), praising, c in mouth.

2.7k words

a/n: wish I could lick his lollipop too :( (first post, kinda nervous y'all)

You sat at your desk, surrounded by mess. Paperwork was everywhere, your computer screen with classified files you didn’t have the energy to deal with. On your left was a cup of coffee to keep you awake, and on your right? Lollipops. You couldn’t survive without them.

Grabbing a fresh one, you unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth. Strawberry, your favourite. The sweet flavour coming right into your mouth was truly a masterpiece, and you were definitely an addicted freak.

The police department was a disaster tonight. Fridays weren't always busy, but this one tonight was worse. You stared at the clock-18:15. The reports weren’t finished, and they had to be done by midnight. There was no way you’d get through everything in time.

You leaned back in your chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment, hoping for some kind of miracle. Your fingers ached from hours of typing and highlighting papers. Exhausted from everything.

You take a moment to glance around the office. It’s quiet, with only a few people still here. Some are finishing up their work, and others are packing their things, laughing as they mention their plans: parties, drinks, or just heading home to relax.

You pout, biting the inside of your cheek. You had plans tonight, too. You and your friends had been hyped to check out that new bar everyone had been bragging about. You’d seen the posts, the good music, great drinks, and an atmosphere so fun it made people forget the week they’d just had. You wanted to be there, to feel that energy, have fun for once.

and maybe find someone to go home with.

But here you were, stuck at your desk. The reality hurt more than you wanted to admit. You knew you couldn’t say no when your boss handed you this pile of work. Losing your job wasn’t an option, and there wasn’t anyone else willing to take it on. So you stayed silent, gave a nod, and accepted it.

You tried to shove the sad thoughts out of your mind, focusing on the work in front of you. The click of your keyboard was your only companion, and the strawberry sweetness lingering in your mouth was your attempt to keep the anxiety in control. You sucked hard on the lollipop as if that would somehow make everything feel better.

As you typed faster, trying to get ahead of the looming deadline, your hand instinctively reached for another lollipop. The last one was already gone, and the familiar craving hit you. At least it wasn’t drugs, you thought with a dry chuckle. Small victories. You guess.

"That's a lot of work."

The sudden low voice from behind made you freeze. Your head shot up, startled, as you turned around slowly.

Leon S. Kennedy.

Your eyes locked with his. He was standing behind you, looking down with an intensity that made your breath catch for a moment. There was something in his expression, concern, maybe, behind his usual composed look.

Leon wasn’t one of the office workers. His job was out there, on patrols, dangerous assignments, Yet, despite that, he always seemed to find his way to you when he was here.

You’d known each other for about a year now, ever since you transferred to this department. He wasn’t much of a talker, not with most people. But with you? He’d always managed to strike up a conversation.

You smiled at him, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, lucky me, I guess," you said with a nervous chuckle.

Leon didn’t respond right away, just gave a small nod, his expression thoughtful.

"It's Friday, though," he said after a pause, his voice curious. "Shouldn't you be out partying with your friends?"

He wasn’t wrong. That had been the plan. But here you were, stuck at your desk.

You sighed, shrugging lightly. "There wasn’t anyone else willing to take this on, so the boss handed it to me," you explained, your voice full of awkwardness. You scratched the back of your neck, feeling the embarrassment.

As you spoke, you pulled the lollipop from your mouth, giving it a quick lick before popping it back in. A habit you didn't even notice you do.

Leon’s eyes followed your movements, and for a brief second, you caught his jaw clench, he quickly cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

"That's pretty sad," Leon said in a low tone, his gaze lingering a moment too long on the lollipop pressed to your lips.

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity of his stare, and quickly shifted the focus. "What about you? Shouldn’t you be out doing the same? Partying or something?" you asked, genuinely curious. Leon rarely talked about his life outside of work, and you realized you didn’t know much about what he did in his free time.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep "Not really my style. I prefer staying home."

You nodded, somehow not surprised. He definitely gave off the quiet, stay-in kind of vibe. Before you could stop yourself, the words rolled right out of your mouth.

"With your girlfriend?"

The moment the question left your lips, you froze. Your eyes widened as you processed what you’d just said, and the heat rushed to your face. 

Leon raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You felt like a tomato under his gaze, the embarrassment burning you. You turned your head away quickly, stumbling over your words as you tried to apologise.

"I-I didn’t mean—"

But before you could finish, he answered.

"I don’t have a girlfriend," he said calmly. Then, after a pause, he added, "Yet."

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Oh," was all you managed to get out, your voice barely a whisper.

Silence lingered in the air, you kept sucking on your lollipop, the sweet taste doing little to calm the heat still lingering in your cheeks. Leon didn’t say a word, his gaze fixed as he seemed to think over something.

Then, without warning, he grabbed a random chair and pulled it up beside you.

The action caught you completely off guard. You blinked at him, unsure of what he was doing.

"I’ll help you," he said simply, reaching for a pile of papers on your desk and a highlighter, leaving no room for argument.

"Leon, that’s not necessary. I can—" you began, your voice unsure as you tried to wave him off.

But he cut you off smoothly. "It’s fine. You won’t finish all this on your own." He paused, giving you a slight reassuring smile. "Besides, I actually enjoy this kind of stuff."

You nodded silently. If he really wanted to help and even enjoyed this kind of thing, then it wasn’t so bad to let him.

The two of you got to work, setting a peace. From time to time, you’d ask him questions about things you didn’t quite understand, and he’d answer with that calm, patient tone of his. You popped another lollipop into your mouth along the way, the sweet distraction helping to keep your focus.

Leon seemed focused, too, on you, sometimes more than the work. You didn’t notice the way his eyes would linger on your lips when you weren’t looking, and you guessed he’d definitely picked up on your lollipop obsession.

The clock read 23:43. Almost midnight.

The office was completely empty now. Just you and Leon, with most of the lights turned off, leaving the light of your desk lamp as the only illumination.

You pulled your lollipop from your mouth, realizing it was finished again. Without thinking, you reached out to grab another one, your hand automatically moving to the little box at the edge of your desk.

But your hand came up empty.

Your eyes shot toward the box, and your heart sank. It was empty.

A deep sigh escaped your lips, followed by a soft groan. "No way," you mumbled, staring at the empty box like it had personally betrayed you.

Leon’s gaze shifted toward you, noticing the empty box and the look of frustration on your face. A soft chuckle escaped him.

You turned to him with a pout, not finding the situation funny.

"You’re really addicted to those things," he said, pointing out the obvious with a teasing smirk.

You gave him a sad, defeated look, your lips forming a slight pout. "Yeah," you admitted softly, almost like you were confessing a crime.

"I need to go buy more," you murmured, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "If I don’t, I won’t be able to focus, and finish all this work." Your exhaustion was clear, and it made your words sound even more desperate.

Leon didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching you closely. His gaze focused on the way you bit your lip in frustration, and his expression shifted slightly as if lost in thought.

"What flavor is it?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. "Strawberry," you replied.

Leon blinked a few times, his expression unreadable. "Let me taste," he said simply, his tone low and steady.

You tilted your head to the side, confusion in your eyes. There were no lollipops left, so how exactly was he planning to "taste" it? The thought didn’t connect, leaving you completely clueless as to what he meant.

Before you could ask, Leon leaned closer. His hand reached out, cupping your face with gentleness. His thumb stroked your cheek softly, and your eyes widened in shock. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you, leaving your breath caught in your throat.

"Leon...?" you managed to whisper, unsure of what he was doing.

He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed entirely on your lips. His fingers applied a bit more pressure, tilting your face up slightly. Your lips instinctively pressed into a soft pout under his touch, and his eyes darkened as he stared, his own lips parting slightly.

"You keep sucking on it," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "like it’s a cock or something."

The bluntness of his words had taken you aback.

"I— you—?!" you stumbled all over the words, completely flustered as the heat rushed to your cheeks. Your body felt like about to start on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest.

Leon hummed softly, clearly amused by your reaction. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk as his thumb traced a slow, running path along your jawline.

"I’ll give you a lollipop," he said, his voice firm. His eyes never left yours, making it impossible to look away. He paused, letting the weight of his words enter your head.

"A special one," he added, his tone dropping lower.

You blinked up at him, your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in just slightly closer.

"All for you," he finished, his voice soft making it clear he wasn’t just talking about candy.

Without warning, his lips crashed against yours, hungry yet impossibly passionate, leaving you breathless, but you quickly melted into the kiss, holding you firm. He nipped at your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gave without hesitation. His tongue swept into your mouth, exploring every inch, tasting the lingering sweetness from the lollipops you’d been savouring all day.

A soft moan escaped you, muffled by the kiss, and it was enough to drive him crazy, Leon let out a low groan, pulling you closer, one of his hands slid down to your waist, gripping you harder. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you effortlessly from your chair and onto his lap. You gasped softly at the sudden shift, but his lips silenced you once again.

His free hand roamed along your curves, tracing all the lines of your body, sending shivers down your spine.

"You were such a tease with that lollipop, sucking it like your life depended on it." Between kisses, he groaned, his voice low and husky, "These fucking lips of yours are driving me crazy." His words full with desire, sending shivers down your spine.

Your only let out was a helpless moan, your body burning with desire as a spark starting between your thighs.

he unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers tracing your skin, slowly teasing you, torturing you. As the last button slipped free, he slid his hand inside, his warm palm brushing against your skin, reaching to your bra.

As he unclipped your bra, it fell away, releasing your breasts to his gaze. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours for a moment before looking down. His gaze fixed on your breast, you tried to hide them, feeling embarrassed but he stopped before you could.

"Don't." He says harshly.

He gently cupped one of your breasts, his fingers tracing the curves as he became mesmerised by the sensation. Leaning in, he flicked his tongue against your nipple, and you gasped at the sudden pleasure, he wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently as his tongue swirled all over it. A low, husky moan rumbled in the back of his throat.

He pulls away, his eyes meeting yours, and he gives a peck on your lips " You want your lollipop, baby?" He asked in a low tone. You nodded, head full of lust, spinning, wanting more of him.

"Get on your knees." Leon commands you.

You obeyed, getting up from his lap and placing yourself on your knees between his thick thighs.

Looking up at him, he smiled licking his lips. His blue eyes piercing yours, filled with amusement. Slowly he unbottoned his pants, letting his cock free.

Your eyes turned away from him and fixed on his dick, and you gulped. You weren't sure how you would fit in your mouth...big and thick, nothing you had ever seen before. Leon notices your reaction and chuckles, grabbing your cheeks once again to meet his gaze one more time. "You're a big girl now, bigger lollipop."

He gently guided your face closer, his cock twitching in anticipation. Stroking himself a few times, he positioned the tip at your lips, tracing the curve of your mouth, tapping a few times before you open your mouth.

Your lips parted, and he slipped inside, his tip dancing on your tongue. You tease him with slow licks, and he lets out a low hum. As you swirled your tongue around him, he slid deeper, filling your mouth completely. Dragging your tongue up his length in a teasing motion, licking all the way to the tip, toying over as your tongue flicks over it, saliva running down him.

Leon grabs your hair, pushing you down on him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him like you did with the lollipops, pumping your tongue up and down at his cock, speeding up.

He lets out a growl, "What a big girl are you, doing such a good baby- fuck- you're so good at this", he praises you, looking down at you as you take him completely.

"Mmmhh.."

His grips tights around your hair, making you take him deeper, his tip hits the back of your throat, he starts to roll his hips raming his cock into your mouth, fucking your throat.

You only moan as he fucked your mouth, your swollen lips around it making him go crazy. Leon was a mess, slightly moans left his lips with groans, your eyes were fixed on his.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" He mumbles softly, making your cunt throb. You were dripping, your juices all over your panties. The way he was speaking to you, his noises, his dick, how he was going crazy made you clench, loving it.

Leon's movements started to get sloppier, a taste of his pre-cum filling your mouth as speeds fucking your mouth faster. Your saliva all over him, a mess, whining noises coming from you.

Without warning, he comes in your mouth, painting softly as his cum fills you.

He didn't hesitate, taking his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture of you with his cock in your mouth as his cum starts dripping from it.

He then shows it to you, "Cute, right?" he smirks, as you give him a straight look.

He laughs at your reaction, cupping your face as you get up from the floor. "You're paying for this," you let out in a threatening tone, but he only shrugs it off and kisses you deeply.

"Next time you want a lollie, just call me, baby."

[wolfiesmoon]

When you suddenly cry in front of them :(

Riddle, Vil, Kalim, Malleus x gn!reader (riddle's and vil's are explicitly post overblot tho it's not super important)

i'm back to entering tartarus every day (school started again) so i thought i might as well distract myself with some hot twst guys :)

i havent been very active i know, i just cant get myself to do anything at all these days 😞i am so so sorry for making a kinda lazy short collection of blurbs but i need to get back into my writing groove somehow

(as a sidenote, i'm worried some of these might be ooc? i sincerely apologise if they are :( )

RIDDLE honestly doesn't know what to do with himself. He never really got the comfort he needed whenever he cried as a child so he had no idea how to comfort you now. He scolds himself internally for not immediately acting and just kind of freezing up beside you so he panics and tries to recall of all the times he saw someone else comforting others in order to end the extremely awkward tension as quickly as possible. He pats your back somewhat rigidly and says "There, there." In an all too awkward manner. You're caught off guard so hard by the sheer akwardness of Riddle's comfort technique that you burst out laughing, troubling Riddle even further. "W...Why are you laughing now?" The dumbfounded expression on his face is the perfect medicine for forgetting your troubles just now. Riddle unintentionally just cheered you up. After the incident, he seemingly becomes less strict with you and starts asking about how you're doing umprompted, which always pleasantly surprises you. Sometimes, Trey even shows up at Ramshackle dorm, holding a tart of your favourite flavour and saying he got orders from Riddle to deliver it to you.

VIL drops his usual strict nature for a bit. Of all people, he would be the one who could tell you were constantly acting strong and unbothered by everything going on around you. He thought of it equal parts admirable as he did foolish. Such intense emotion is not something to keep bottled up inside you and you made him realise that. His expression is surprisingly soft as he places one arm on your back, gently stroking it. He talks you through your feelings with a big sense of maturity and care and you're suprised by just how much he cares for you and your feelings. You don't exactly get that same impression when he's scolding you for not sitting straight or not wearing your uniform properly... regardless, you're very thankful for his words, even the harsher ones about needing to tell someone about things like this. "Tell me, if you must. I will always listen." After the incident, nothing much changes, really. Atleast from the perspective of others. He still gets on your case for not wearing your uniform properly, but he also asks about how you're doing when he gets the chance and does not accept simply "fine" or "okay" for an answer. You simply must elaborate why that is.

KALIM enters big brother mode. He's comforted crying siblings for various reasons before so what makes you any different? He gives you a tight hug, gently rubbing your back and trying to cheer you up with comforting phrases. He'd also try making jokes you to cheer you up and the puns are so bad you might as well start laughing. He didn't even start asking what's wrong but instead waited for you to tell him yourself. He surprised you with how mature (or perhaps just experienced) he is when it comes to crying people. You feel much better even only after a few minutes and you ask Kalim how you can thank him for hearing you out. "Seeing you smile again is reward enough!" He replies and you feel like crying again (but this time not from sadness or stress). After that incident, he always personally invites you to Scarabia parties, hoping they might inject a little joy in your life and keep your mind off things. If you're not a fan of parties, he takes you on carpet rides around the dorm instead.

MALLEUS is shocked into silence. You were smiling at him as sweetly as you always do just a moment ago... He knows how to comfort someone in theory, but now that he has to put it into practice, it feels like he's forgotten everything. He needs to show you that you can rely on him when it comes to your comfort, and that includes crying around him. This might just be one of the most heartbreaking sights he's ever had the displeasure of witnessing. He vows to himself that he never wishes to see you cry again (unless it's at your wedding) and would do anything to prevent it. He wordlessly pulls you into a secure hug, worried that if he does anything else, you might start crying even more. You hug him back and just sob in his arms, thankful for his warm embrace. "It will all be okay, child of man. I'm here, after all." And somehow, you can't help but trust those words with every fiber of your being. After the incident, Malleus ends up confessing what happened to Lilia and Lilia goes into one of those "Oh, how my baby has grown..." rants. But he also does say that Malleus should start inviting you to new places to keep your mind off things and help you let loose. So he does just that, with an added sprinkle of gargoyle-hunting and gargoyle facts. You're now very well educated about gargoyles lol.

[avocado-writing]

May I ask for a companions x Tav headcanons list were Tav loves to cook and see's it as a way to people's hearts?

Astarion

Obviously is sad he cannot partake more, as he sees how much effort and love you put into your cooking.

You make an effort to make richly-flavoured blood dishes he might enjoy, just for him! But everyone thinks it’s just a tad bit morbid (and he agrees) so won’t ask you to go out of your way for him.

“Besides darling, I prefer to sample straight from the source…”

One night you’ve just pressed some parsley leaves to your neck for flavouring for him. He laughs so hard he cries. This is the first time he realises he loves you.

Gale

Oh, the camp’s resident cook is delighted to have a sous-chef!

And then he realises oops, no, he is the sous-chef. At which point he’s just happy to sit and watch you work your magic.

Happy to make dinner in order to pull his weight in the group, but he’s entranced watching you do it, too. You’re a wizard with some knives and a saucepan.

He can feel the love you put into every bite. Always makes sure to go out of his way to compliment you, and loves the way you smile in return ❤️

Wyll

After spending so much time on the road, he’s so happy to be in the presence of a good cook.

With every bite will discuss the flavour palate of your dish, talking about what herbs he can taste, letting you know he appreciates your effort.

He’s not a brilliant chef himself but would love for you to teach him!

In return he saves up to buy you fancy chocolates from the best chocolatier in Baldur’s Gate. It’s the least you deserve, and the way you light up makes his heart beat fast.

Karlach

Whatever you make, she loves.

“Pasta? My favourite! Oh my god, we’re having steak? I love it! Rice tonight? Right on!!”

She doesn’t have a favourite food. Dishes in Avernus were not wide in range, so she’s just happy to eat some different meals for once.

You give her seconds and thirds and she eats them up, going on and on about what a good cook you are.

“You’re so amazing at this! I love you!”

Good thing she’s too engrossed in her food to notice how flustered you are…

Lae’zel

Reluctant to eat anything at first.

“I do not want your istik food. I shall provide for myself.”

But after a few days of smelling how good the food is that you cook, she gives in… still trying to pretend it’s beneath her.

You serve her a small portion to start with, then watch her eyes widen as she realises how delicious it tastes.

She is too proud to ask for more - and you’d not have her any other way - but you make sure to serve her big portions from then on. Her bowl is always scraped clean.

Shadowheart

Isn’t too sure on your cooking at first - she’s used to bland, tasteless meals at the temple - but quickly comes around.

The longer you’re together and the closer you become, the more she opens up about her favourite flavours. Eventually she starts making requests.

“There’s this sort of cake I vaguely remember… if I can get you the honey, could you make it for me?”

Of course you can. You sit down and share it, watching her eyes roll back in delight, the way she licks the crumbs off of her fingers. The two of you are enamoured with each other, but you still fight over the last slice.

[wndaswife]

Love & Loathing: The First Christmas | Series Masterlist

The holidays feel lonely without your friends and family. Wanda faces her first Christmas after her divorce and miscarriage. The two of you build your first tradition.

Word count: 2635

Tags: some angst, light manipulation, foreshadowing of future toxic relationship as seen in main series, writing this after already writing the main series reminded me of emily im sorry by boygenius! sad!

Wanda’s cart came to an abrupt stop when a young child suddenly ran away from his mother to the other side of the aisle, passing in front of her without warning. Her orange juice lurched forward then fell onto her carrots. 

The child’s mother quickly came over, scolding her son for running in front of a moving cart as he begged her to buy rainbow chip cookies for Santa, oblivious to the fact that Wanda and her full cart were still standing idly behind him, unable to skirt around.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized after giving in to the rainbow chip cookies once her son apologized to Wanda too. He went to place the package in their cart. “Holiday shopping makes them a little wild too, I suppose.” She laughed like she was telling her an inside joke.

Them, like a proper noun.

“Children, yes,” Wanda conceded with a small nod and a smile. “I understand. But rainbow chip is a great pick. Very considerate of Santa’s tastes.” She looked over at the young boy who waited for his mother patiently, then seemed bashful when he made eye contact with Wanda. 

Wanda then noticed the woman’s eyes flicker down to her left hand, barren of a wedding ring, and then to her cart, empty of what a mother would shop for her children for. Wanda dropped her left arm to her side, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

After finishing up her grocery list, she strolled back down the cookie section and picked up a package of the rainbow chip cookies. As she walked to the checkout line, she ran her eyes across her cart — orange juice, the Pillsbury cookies you liked, eggs, milk, bagels, your favourite ice cream flavour, some things for the washroom, baking ingredients for a recipe you’d been wanting to try, some snacks, fruits and vegetables, and the rainbow chip cookies.

She put her left glove on first, then her right, then started to place her things on the conveyor. 

“My kids have been in a baking craze since they got off school,” the cashier told her as she bagged her flour, then her vanilla extract. “It must be the season.”

Wanda looked up from her wallet then smiled. 

“Mine too,” she said.

When she arrived at home, you were sitting at the dining table on your laptop. It was nearing the end of the semester, so you still had a few more final assignments to finish. You stood and helped Wanda unload the groceries.

“Hi, baby,” she greeted once all the bags were on the counter. She reached and placed her palm against your furthest cheek, pulling you in for a kiss on the temple.

“Hi,” you answered with a smile, putting some things away into the fridge. “Did you get the Pillsbury cookies? You saw the holiday ones, right?” 

Wanda handed you the milk. “I did. There were only the snowmen.”

“That’s fine. I just wanted something that was Christmas themed.”

The rainbow chip cookies came out last. Wanda had never tried them, and it wasn’t on the shopping list, and you hadn’t asked for it before. She handed them to you as you stored some things away into the cupboards.

“Do you like these? They were on sale,” she suddenly lied.

You took them from her, eyes running over the package. Then you set it on the counter with a contemplating hum as you peeled it open and looked inside. “Oh, I do like these. I last had them when I was really young.”

After dinner, you resumed working on your laptop, cuddled up beside Wanda on the couch as she flipped through Netflix for something to watch. She had a glass of white wine in hand and an arm around your shoulders, fastening the shared blanket around your body.

You’d been trying to apply for some jobs lately; after declaring a temporary leave from college starting next semester, you wanted to start working a little to make some income and keep yourself busy. You were hoping for something part-time and very casual.

The gold Christmas lights Wanda had hung up around the fireplace and curtains glowed warm, enveloping the living room in something gentle and festive. There wasn’t any other light on aside from the stovetop in the kitchen, so the laptop screen felt particularly intrusive.

“What are you working on?” she asked, putting her phone down and looking down at you from the rim of her glass as she took a sip.

“A final essay. It’s pretty overdue.”

Wanda eyed the tabs you were switching between. “Overdue? Online courses not working well?”

“I thought it might be better for me but…” you trailed off, your fingers pausing atop the keyboard. Your index finger tapped ever so slightly against the E key, just enough to make the plastic sound against the board.

“Is something on your mind…?” Wanda asked, setting the remote down. She craned her neck down and brushed her nose against your cheek.

Your fingernail traced the top edge of the D key. “It just feels like I’m always behind. I keep trying to change things around so maybe I might find something I can finally get accustomed to — online courses, a lesser course load.”

Then, quietly, you added, “My friends don’t even ask to study with me anymore. I know I declared a leave, but...” 

The Christmas lights reflected against Wanda’s glass, and against the pale golden hue of her wine, it looked like she was drinking champagne, slightly flat. 

She set the glass on the coffee table then carefully closed your laptop, allowing you to remove your hands from the keyboard. She placed it down, closed, beside her wine. Instinctively, you curled up and leaned your head against her chest, and Wanda wrapped both arms around you, one hand coming to cradle the side of your head.

Before she could say anything, you said, “They invited me out to the Christmas market downtown a few days ago.”

Something tightened in Wanda’s stomach and she looked down at you, but your face was covered by your hair and some of the blanket which was wrapped around her arms. 

“Really? You didn’t tell me,” she said. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to say at first.”

“Say to whom? To them or me?”

“I don’t know…” you muttered quietly. “Both.”

Wanda’s hand tightened around your shoulder. You buried your cheek against her chest, feeling like she was holding you tighter against her. Instead, Wanda felt tense; the idea that you could feel about her in any similar way that you did for your friends made her feel like she was just as disposable and temporary.

“Did you go…?” Wanda asked, trying to keep her voice from sounding strained as she feared the answer might be that, yes, you did make plans and see other people in your life without telling her.

If your feelings of uncertainty were the same between her and your friends, and you ended up seeing them and not telling her, wasn’t that the same as you picking them over her? Leaving her behind like some afterthought, only to come up later when you felt a little insecure about something?

You shook your head, and Wanda took a breath through her nose, tension in her lungs dissipating. Then you lifted yourself from her chest and reached for your phone. Wanda pulled you back against her when you leaned back, but now your head was on her shoulder instead of her chest so you could both look at your phone screen together.

You showed her a picture on Instagram of your friends together at the market. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” Wanda said, brushing her nose against your temple then kissing your cheek. “But you wouldn’t have really enjoyed yourself if you were with them, would you?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, eyes still on the screen, obviously not really caring what she was saying, and still feeling rather down about it.

Wanda bit the side of her tongue a little at your passive insistence that you still cared about the fact that they hung out without you. “Baby, you always say that you don’t really feel like you fit in when you’re with them. Don’t you say that…?”

“Yeah.”

“And what did we do that day, anyway? We went shopping for decorations, right? And got dinner? Wasn’t that much more fun?”

You nodded and looked up. 

Wanda felt her breath hitch and snag in her throat when you met her eyes. She swallowed, wondering what you might be thinking when you looked at her like that. 

“I… I’m really happy we’re spending the holidays together,” you said quietly. Your phone dimmed then locked, the image of your friends forgotten. 

Her lungs filled with air and her expanding rib cage pushed gently against your upper arm.

“Me too, Y/N.”

A warm hand cupped your cheek, smooth fingers brushing against your soft skin. She looked over your face in great detail. 

When the thought came over her, wondering what similarities you held in comparison to your mother and father, Wanda looked away. She reached over to get her wine glass then settled back against your side.

You leaned your head on her shoulder and Wanda rested her chin on top of it. 

“Any movie you’d like to watch?” she asked, combing her fingers through your hair. 

You reached for the remote and turned on the TV. 

Early the next morning, you sleepily padded downstairs to see Wanda setting up the Christmas tree in the living room. She was still in her pajamas, but she had a sweater on and her hair was clipped back. 

When you stepped off from the stairs, Wanda turned around to greet you with a smile. She outreached an arm for you to come over and give her a hug. 

Wanda thought you were rather light on your feet; you would sometimes sneak up on her when you’d enter a room. It was a stark contrast to Vision, who was quite tall, and seemed to always walk with the frustrating burden that he’d woken into another day, living the same life as he did the day prior.

It was the recollection of painful memories like that, ones where you’d no doubt see her as a spineless, empty woman, that made Wanda all the more confident in her decision to keep truths about Vision from you. She wanted to be someone different, and better.

You walked over and wrapped your arms around her waist, tucking your head under her chin before she kissed your forehead. 

“You started putting up the tree without me?” you asked, lifting your head and looking up at her.

“Oh,” Wanda replied, turning her head to look at the tree. She had only just started with the ornaments, and the cardboard box she stored the tree in was still on the floor.

She looked back down at you.

“You want to help?”

You nodded and pulled away from her before digging through the box of ornaments to begin decorating. “You shouldn’t ever decorate a Christmas tree alone unless you’re actually by yourself.”

Wanda smiled at your boldness as she watched you from behind. She pinched your side playfully, causing you to flinch away. She wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into her, pressing a kiss to your neck and causing you to giggle.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. Then you shooed her away so you could continue with what you were doing. 

Wanda hadn’t ever decorated with anyone else; Vision wasn’t very festive, and when she was younger, her family often travelled for work, leaving her and Pietro to celebrate alone with the company of their neighbour who watched over them.

Their neighbour was a strict elderly man who didn’t speak much English and slept most of the time, whose dialect was that which only their parents understood, and was never taught to Wanda nor Pietro. Her memories of Christmas as a jointly-celebrated holiday was reminiscent of bitter black tea, imported from her neighbour’s hometown overseas, and television on its lowest volume in the late evening, playing old holiday sitcoms.

“My parents and I got in a fight a few days ago,” you said suddenly, still hanging up ornaments.

Wanda looked at you as she adjusted the position of some of them she’d put up earlier. She thought for a moment before responding, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s okay,” you answered.

You’d been having a hard time with your parents the past few months. They were upset you’d taken a temporary leave from your schooling without consulting with them first, they were upset you’d been spending so much time with someone they’d never met, and they were upset that you hadn’t been speaking with them.

You still had a large sum of money left from when you worked more often than you attended classes, and so you were rather glad not to rely on them for any financial support, not that you often spent money while being at home with Wanda.

The change, according to them — and according to you, too — had seemingly come out of the blue. But, still, you could pinpoint when it started.

After meeting Wanda, all you wanted to do was run away from things. You wanted to run from your parents, who’d always babied you and never gave you your own choice in anything, and from school, and from your friends, and from the world.

To word it more accurately, you’ve always wanted to run away from things. 

And Wanda let you. 

She took you away and kept you safe.

You hung an ornament on the tree, and instead of leaning down to take another out of the box, your arms stilled at your sides and you looked down at the floor. 

After a moment of silence while Wanda was busy reaching up to hang an ornament close to the top, you asked quietly, “Is it okay if I spend Christmas with you…?”

Looking up from the floor, you met Wanda’s eyes.

Wanda felt her breath hitch at the sight of you looking at her that way — expectantly, patiently, like what she said mattered to you a great deal. She leaned down and placed the ornament back in the box. She stepped towards you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “Of course, baby,” she answered quietly, speaking against the side of your head. “Let’s stay home for the holidays — just the two of us.”

By next week, your gifts for Wanda were wrapped and stored under the tree. You mixed them in along with the ones she’d gotten for you, so you could see them altogether.

Wanda was still at work, staying a bit later tonight, so you went out to walk through the Christmas market downtown on your own. You saw a beautiful jade hair clip that you thought would look perfect on her; you imagined the shade of green tucked within the brown of her hair, bringing out the green in her eyes, and her delicate fingers wrapping around the handle to clip it in.

Wrapped in a small box, you crouched down and placed it on top of a gift Wanda wrapped for you.

When she came back from work, Wanda found you dozing on the couch in the living room with a blanket draped around you. You were bathed in the gentle light of the Christmas tree that you’d put up together.

She quietly put her things down before approaching your delicate sleeping figure. She crouched down and carefully brushed your hair out of your face, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m home, my angel,” she whispered softly, a smile growing on her face as she watched you awaken slowly.

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The ghouls fav ice cream flavor! Or just their fav desserts?

A/N: Hiii I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to this! I decided to do favourite desserts if that’s alright, there’s so much variety in desserts. I’ll be splitting this up into different posts, Frostheim and Vagastrom ghouls releasing first! I have dessert ideas set up for all of the characters. I got stressed out releasing all of the ghouls at once so I decided to split up all of the ghouls for my own sanity. Enjoy these headcanons and have a lovely Friday, sending love!

♡Ghouls Favourite Desserts (Pt. 1)

Featuring: The frostheim and vagastrom ghouls ☆

Divider credits: @thecutestgrotto

Genre: headcanons

See: Pt. 2, Pt. 3

Requesting rules here!

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☆Jin

Tiramisu - Jin grew up in a fancy household so I can only imagine how much desserts he’s had access to. Out of all of them, he loves tiramisu. Not only does it look beautiful in presentation, but it’s ice cold and has a mixture of nice tastes. He doesn’t ask for it often, and he wouldn’t be caught dead eating sweets around Tohma but he enjoys it the most.

☆Tohma

Danish - Whenever Tohma has tea, he always pairs it with a danish. The jam flavour depends on his mood, but he prefers lemon flavour above all else. It’s easy to eat, he hates cleaning up crumby messes because they get everywhere like sand. The school campus doesn’t sell many sweets, nevermind danishes so he needs to take out an R&R permit to get a box of them from a reputable bakery.

☆Kaito

Taiyaki - Kaito grew up with his grandma and Taiyaki is his favourite since it was what his grandma would buy him when he was little. He thinks that it’s a classic and since there’s many different fillings you can have, it’s perfect for a treat. It reminds him of home and the time before he had to fear for his life on missions, when he’s passing by a street vendor he makes sure to buy one.

☆Lucas

Trifle - Trifle is pretty popular in the UK and Lucas used to have it after dinner. It also reminds him of home and ever since he left he’s a bit sad that they don’t seem to have it anywhere. It’s sweet, refreshing, and he misses sharing it with people, he asks a bakery if they can make it and once the order is done he gets an R&R permit to grab it. Once he gets it he gathers the MC, Jin, Tohma, and Kaito so everyone can share it.

☆Alan

Cookies - Alan didn’t have many sweets or desserts growing up but if you asked him, he would say that he likes cookies. They are very convenient to get and if he’s lucky, they won’t be an absolute mess. He likes cookies that are on the chewy side due to the fact that it won’t crumble after one bite. He gets very annoyed when it falls apart, but other than that he won’t go out of his way to get sweets, although it’s a nice surprise if someone brings them to him.

☆Leo

frozen yogurt - Leo loves spicy things but he doesn’t mind indulging in some sweet frozen yogurt time to time. It’s delicious and totally photogenic for his social media pages, adding cute candies to make it cuter. He even started a series on rating frozen yogurts at different locations in tokyo. Time to time he can’t stand some of the yogurt flavours that he reviews so he adds spice to it to make it bearable.

☆Shohei

pudding - Sho finds pudding very convenient to make and he also finds that you can’t go wrong with it. It’s a small snack to enjoy and bonnie seems to love it so it’s an excuse to make it all the time. He excels at cooking but the only thing he can bake is pudding, he makes a large batch and puts them in small containers to eat on different days.

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chalkrub stuns in new oc-tober prompts

it's a text-heavy update...i love rambling

day 11: symbolism/themes/visual metaphor i.e my favourite things in the world - eng lit nerds make some noise!!!!!

goin back to day 11 with my favourite thing in the world: an unfinished sketchy concept. and also SYMBOLISM and themes and metaphor…and also dark green

so mika and heidi's story is haunted by one time they happened upon a drowned fox and pheasant in a disused canal, something which came at a weird time in their lives and which heidi made weirder by making cryptic suggestions about the whole thing, especially playing on mika’s (former) religious beliefs about spirit connections. Over time, it’s infected mika with budding paranoia in the form of nightmares, hallucinations and latent aquaphobia, all of which she begins seeing as premonitory

shan’t overexplain the symbolism even though my brain wants me to, but this was all inspired by seeing literally the exact same thing on a walk with my great aunt when I was like 6 or 7. the canal water was all covered in algae/pondweed so i’m guessing the fox chased the pheasant, they both mistook the canal for grass, then fell in and drowned together. even as a little kid I was like wrow this is so poignant and tragic and heavy with the potential for on-the-nose symbolism….. or alternatively it just looked cool as hell and felt kind of rare and special. either way, like 15 years later I was developing a new direction for a couple of initially completely unrelated ocs, i.e mika and heidi, and at some point in their story development, I was like now wait a second….this is just like that one time I saw those animals who chased each other into an early shared fate and drowned together…… and it fit them really well and also made everything click into place for the main story, it was kind of uncanny. Thank you nature for showing me cool things every day, and rip to the fox and pheasant you live in my mind forever and always

day 12: future

BEAS!!! beas i love you beas. initial beasley flavour on the left and future flavour on the right. his whole deal is he wants to start a cult, so he ventures to The Big City to make a name for himself. then he realises imps like him are a dime a dozen in the city and nobody cares about him, so he has to scrape by working a minimum wage job as a cashier in a tiny corner shop. he’s from a comic I (partially) made for uni, idk how his story goes exactly but I guess it probably ends with the typical sappy message of being yourself for yourself and not for fame or fortune or whatever. he gets up to hijincks, feels sad and depressed, and goes through the torment of living with his own mediocrity in a world that demands greatness. imps grow with power, not with age, so at the start of the story, even though he’s an adult, he’s still as small as when he was born/summoned/spawned/whatever. he’s got some shapeshifting prowess, so his future form is more an example of the kinds of feats he can pull off when his powers stabilise, and also his cool badass flaming eyes.

day 14: inspiration.

here's a convoluted block of text explaining the heretic's main inspiration, which isn't very apparent in the design at ALL but nevertheless: they’re kind of inspired by the concept of a closet costume. like how you can throw a bedsheet over yourself and cut out some eyeballs and voila. You’re a ghost. Or put a big furry coat and a mask on and you’re a werewolf now. almost all of their design links back to this in a roundabout way: the fur is meant to look like a rug/coat/furry thing draped over something. I used to have a sheepskin rug when I was a kid and I’d always hide under it and crawl about and pretend to be a monster lmao…this is what i looked like in my head maybe. The normal shoes poking out are the human element – like how halloween costumes will sometimes be mostly themed but the shoes are just practical, or you see shoes poking out beneath one of those two-man horse costumes. The face is meant to look mask-like – the glassy unfocused eyes, the fixed toothy grin, the simple cone shape. The black eyelids are meant to be like those Halloween masks that have eyeholes above/below the eyes, covered with that black fabric to make it less obvious there's eyeholes. And the ears are floppy to be like socks or something; they have those two black lines because they remind me of loose stitching. Also just some animal influences thrown in – possums, goats and bulls…..none of the closet costume stuff is meant to be noticeable or apparent in the design, so why did I put so much thought into it? who know… but this thing is one of my favourite designs I’ve made so maybe it was all worth it

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What are your top HP fics based on writing? Like things that are just beautiful to read

Wow I think I’m answering this 3 months late sorry aghh. Again, I don’t read as many fics as I would like to, but I’ve been changing that recently and these are 4 that have really stood out to me in terms of writing!

Savour the Moment by - @evesaintyves

This fic made me both sad and hungry

This is a truly beautiful portrait of Molly and her relationship with Ginny. I really love how effortlessly this weaves in the food and cooking imagery with the emotions of the characters. The descriptions are so detailed and vivid that you can practically taste the cakes and pies off of the words alone.

Grief is hanging over this fic heavy, grief from Molly with her brothers and grief yet to come from Ginny. These two very different women, who also feel things very differently, have an extremely engaging back and forth of attempted connections. Both of them want it but aren’t able to easily get there with each other, and that struggle was very compelling to me.

Really such a great fic, I always find myself coming back to it

Favorite quotes:

“Molly has always tasted her memories. Perhaps that's why she's always been a bit thick round the middle: food relishes the good times, is the physical stuff of love. Ever since she was a little girl: plum pudding was Christmas and summers were cherry ice cream and chocolate flake. The time she broke her ankle jumping down from a tree, to this day, is the chalk flavor of Skele-Gro and a limp cucumber sandwich from the St Mungo's cafeteria. Her mother is sweet milky tea and her father is cottage pie with mushrooms, his favourite, flavoured with the smoke of his pipe in the air.”

“She learned to cook at her own mother's elbow and she is full of warm, creamy, ginger-flavoured memories of it. But Ginny's never liked being in the kitchen with her mum. She wants to be out with the boys, flying on broomsticks, getting jostled and scraped and braying coarse laughter through a mouthful of blood. That's why, when she thinks about Ginny, it's not the cream tea and swiss roll flavours she expected when she learned she was finally having a girl. It's rain-drenched popcorn at the Quidditch match and the salt of a kiss on Ginny's sweaty, gritty forehead.”

Sparkling Cyanide - @saintsenara

The house elf plot-line in the hp books leaves MUCH to be desired when it comes to fully and unequivocally condemning slavery. Due to this, you might find that me and my black ass are, shockingly, not its biggest fans.

However this fic is a brilliant look into elves’ oppression and enslavement AND their culture and agency.

This fic focuses on the death of Hepzibah Smith and the conditions surrounding and leading up to it. Specifically the subjugation of Elves and how that system encourages the idea of them as docile, unintelligent, and submissive (And how this perception can be wielded against the wizards that enslave them).

What I find so striking about this fic is how language is centered as a tool to illustrate the functions of colonial mindsets. I think this does a fantastic job at subverting the trope of “improper English = stupidity” that HP uses so frequently.

This was an extremely satisfying and moving read!

Favorite quotes:

“Come quickly and stop faffing,’ Mes Ebhsebbá says to Eokhí. She is clicking her fingers at Eokhí, like there is magic in her fingers. There is magic in Eokhí’s fingers. She is able to make the whole house fall to the ground if she is wanting to.”

“They is not knowing that we is knowing how to take the lives we is wanting from them. And that is why they is not thinking about how many weapons they is putting in kitchens.”

The Seven names of Mrs Zabini - @artemisia-black

And if I said that she did nothing wrong then what?

I’ve mentioned this fic several times before but I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. The way this is written is actually masterful; the attention to details, the poetic language, the characterization. I’m going to scream.

There is just something about this fic that entrances me. This is actually my favorite genre of story, the “good for her!” category, and whenever I read/watch these I go temporarily insane.

Because this is in first person we’re really getting into Mrs. Zabini’s mindset and the traumas that inform it, and this is extremely effective/convincing in making you stay on her side even while she is committing cold blooded murder.

Another thing I love about this is how the actual murders are so casually placed in the story, in comparison with how rich the rest of the imagery that Mrs. Zabini is describing. It’s almost like an afterthought. It makes her sound so much colder and more calculating than if there was a long depiction of each individual killing, so I thought that was a really brilliant writing choice.

If you love Gone Girl definitely give this a read!

Favorite quotes:

“There is a reason that Venus herself emerges from her half shell as a fully formed woman, blinking naively into existence. This is what men actually desire, a goddess who knows nothing of the world and so is more easily amused by the trinkets he throws at her. A divine being who is blissfully unaware of her own divinity. A being who had no thought but him and who cannot function outside of him.”

“I had gone to my wedding bed expecting a transformative experience where his penis would alchemise me from a girl into a woman. An expectation I had imbibed from a society that exalts the wonder of the male member. Instead, as I lay there shivering with his rotten seed running down my leg, I felt used and disgusted at the man I had been condemned to spend the rest of my life servicing”

“And as I rattled around our isolated country house, I believed him. Hiding myself from mirrors, starving my body in order to obtain the concave stomach and taut thighs that he so desired. But when I corrected one perceived flaw, he would find another. Peppering his insults with crumbs of tenderness that lured and trapped me in reality of his making.”

The Secret in the Heart of the Forest by @myrskytuuli

This one has it all: accidental cannibalism, ancient rituals, Snape sass, feral Lily, elf politics, generational trauma, fairy induced psychosis, and most importantly the Marauders + Sev and Lily + Regulus and Narcissa all teamed up. Oh yeah I’m eating this up

This one is longer than the others so I’m really going to try to make this as brief as I can but this fic is actually insane because it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a hp fic and I think I could talk about it forever.

I was genuinely so giddy reading this. There were so many twists and turns and it remained gripping the whole time. This is a psychedelic fever dream, introspective character study, horror adventure and a beautiful tale of friendship all wrapped in one. I absolutely loved everyone’s characterization here, they’re all so beautifully flawed and you can really understand where they are coming from on a personal level but also on a sociological level, I think the author did a MASTERFUL job at this.

The worldbuilding is INSANELY good (the interlude chapters revolving around each of their mothers made me cry repeatedly. And Elieens chapter is just incredible, I have no words). And the pacing is just excellent, I never felt like any of the growth was forced or unearned.

This storytelling is also amazing, whenever there was a theme or reference brought up before in the story that got tied back in again, my mouth would physically drop because it was so seamless yet so meaningful and impactful.

(Sorry but I just need to talk about characterization for a brief minute because this has some of my favorite characterizations that I’ve ever read of some of these characters:

This is my absolute favorite Lily. Like ever. She feels so real here with her anger and flaws and quirks. She is neither villainized nor deified but a full fleshed out character. I just love her!

This is also my favorite James! James is usually a tough character for me to stay engaged with but this fic does an excellent job at balancing his strengths and flaws while keeping him compelling.

This Snape is PERFECT!!! I actually don’t think I can describe how much I love this depiction, all I can say is if you’re a Snape lover who enjoys him being a lil shit you should read this.

Also Peter is just incredible here, too often is he forgotten but this fic really does him justice.

Ok I’ll stop but just know that I could go on and on about all of these characters)

And seeing these characters who would normally hate each other come together to build meaningful bonds while they grow with their own issues is actually cathartic.

If you are a Marauder and Snape fan this is required reading, I really can’t recommend this enough!

Favorite quotes (there were way too many omg):

“Sirius had been angry for a long time now. Sometimes Sirius wondered if he had been born angry, if his first cry had never truly ended”

“Remus had said nothing after that. He was becoming a champion of saying nothing.”

“‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

‘I won’t forgive what you did to me.’ Severus said back with conviction.

‘Good.’ Sirius said with equal conviction.”

“At this point, Lily had arrived like the loyal shadow she tended to be around Snape, spitting out an angry ‘What the fuck?’”

“Sometimes he burned with the need to yank himself free of Lily and the blade of love hanging between them. To hurt her when she stepped over Severus' abused body like an avenging angel that looked down at him and made him look small, dirty, used and worthless. A worm crawling in the mud.”

Ok that’s all for now! I definitely think you should give all these a read!!

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Young Cal absolutely KILLS me.

He was with Master Tapal when the older spoke to Anakin, shortly after the latter became a Knight.

He is described as precocious 😭 because of how he rarely struggled, but he was also kind and generous. He couldn’t deal with failure and that was the whole reason why he was assigned to Master Tapal.

He froze when he saw a droideka out on the battlefield and his Master had to save him.

He was close with his clones, high-fived them and even had a rematch planned with one of them (which implied he regularly played games with them).

Master Tapal made him run drills of escaping through the maintenance shafts.

He trusted his Master until the end.

We need more fun so I’ve got little headcanons for him:

He didn’t like tea until Master Tapal got him drinking it. He more so enjoyed the comfort it brought and the memories of his Master than the actual experience but he still liked experimenting with the different flavours. His favourite is one of Master Tapal’s blends from Lasan.

This is precisely why he doesn’t like tea now. It reminds him of too much, but he’ll drink it for Greez if the other wants him to. The comfort the Latero brings reminds Cal of something he used to have.

He kept a collection of trinkets with good echoes around his room. One of them is the holocron he keeps near his bed.

His blanket was a lifeday gift from the battalion, handmade.

He was still scared of the dark even one year into his apprenticeship. A mission gone wrong where he was stranded on an unsafe ship and had to use the dark to hide in quickly cured him of this though.

He still had a soft toy to sleep with, even just before order 66. He often hid it in a secret compartment in his room because he felt like he should be over that attachment, but later future Cal still wishes he had it to bring him comfort.

He particularly liked adding beads and strings he found on missions to his braid, decorating it not only with accomplishments but also echoes from jobs well done.

He was incredibly flexible and also incredibly energetic. It was tough to get him to sit still, let alone not to race off and start climbing everything he saw. Master Tapal had to teach him not to run off very quickly into their apprenticeship, but he never quite cured him of the latter habit.

Another habit Cal was never cured of was his curiosity, leading him to sneak around exploring places a lot and touching echoes he really shouldn’t have.

He really didn’t like needles or medbays. He would never go near either on his apprenticeship, but this aversion was quickly cured on the uncaring planet Bracca.

He actually had to be told by Master Tapal to stop giving everything he owned as gifts to everyone on board since his quarters were becoming quite bare. Cal did so anyways because he liked giving gifts and making others happy.

He let the clones paint his face in the battalion’s colours once and refused to wash it off for hours.

He had to get a rabies shot one time because he insisted on helping an animal that ended up biting him. He doesn’t regret it for a second though.

He made a little scrapbook of all the clones, what their Force signatures looked like and their names so that he could remember who was who even with the helmets on. He knew exactly who shot at him and who died by his Master’s hands after order 66.

Idk man.. this guy. This tiny little guy. He makes me very sad.

Psst!! HEY! If you want more of this kind of mushy stuff about Padawan Cal, maybe you should check out my fanfic… it’s literally the escapades of Cal and his clones except with a little Diathim twist..

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Hello! I was just wanting to request a request your way for Mihawk (OPLA) with a fellow Warlord please?

Preferably female and chubby (if that's okay!) who uses Polearms/spears and has a kind + warm attitude.

Scenario: Both have to work together under the orders of Garp to track down some pirates who've ganged together to cause havoc and its them having to figure out how to actually work together as a team and not individuals with mutual pining >:)

Song: Tongues and Teeth - The crane wives

Have an awesome day!

Pining 😫. Yes, absolutely. Of all of fanfic writing, pining is my absolutely favourite flavour to divulge in.

The song! I'm ✨obsessed✨. It's really shown me the vibe you want for the piece written.

I can already see the battle sequences of push and pull. I'm imagining she be more scrappy in her style, her joy in battle gleefully falling from her lips as they dance amongst each other in the thralls of combat; Mihawk always remaining steady and calculated with his blade.

Mutual respect for their titles, Ginger Cat x Black Cat/Doberman energy.

Disclaimer: I don't regularly utilise body, skin, eye, hair descriptors other than using terms that are exclusively feminine or masculine to have the "reader" be imagined in a multitude of ways. I am more than happy to make an exception to my rule in this case, but I usually prefer not to for ambiguity.

I have a few other pieces to complete before this one, unless the dice roll otherwise.

In the interim, here is the Masterlist for you to consume should you desire some other Mihawk fics. I'm yet to truly write a one-shot for him (I tried, and now it's an ongoing series).

He makes appearances in:

Dance Series: swing, sway, shag & shimmy (Mihawk x reader x Buggy fic) {Synopsis: a night off was granted by captain Buggy and his pirates. Acrobatic reader impresses both of the men with her dance style. Both men decide they have the ability to potentially play nice as they share the acrobat. (Smut in chapter 4)}

Bar Shift: as a patron of Baratie (Sanji fic) {Synopsis: Sanji and Reader are work husband and work wife. They develop feelings of infatuation as they flirtatiously navigate their way through developing rapport as coworkers and now a relationship.}

The Apprentice: the one-shot that got out of hand because I love talking about wine (Mihawk fic). {Synopsis: bitchy boss and their bratty underling, enemies to lovers. Sword fighting, wine tasting and navigating complex feelings. (nudity mentioned in chapter 2 and 3, chapter 5 smut)}

You Should Be Sad: 3-part series of angst, fluff & smut. {Synopsis: Mihawk ruins his relationship with his former fiancé by not giving her the attention and care she truly longed for. She is a talented musician, performing at Baratie when she sees her ex-lover. Sings her wrath to have him feel something. (Angst in part 1, fluff in part 2, smut in part 3)}

I've also got two fics that are active works in progress upcoming:

El tango du Mihawk: Dance Series. {Synopsis: a talented thief manages to obtain an invite to the marine ball and decides to utilise it as a great opportunity to steal from the wealthiest members of the world government. Mihawk immediately recognises them and decides to toy with their scheming, tango dancing ensues.}

The Marine's Mistake. {Synopsis: something horrible occured to rid the warlord of his signature facial hair. Cadets had gathered and began whispering in hushed tones as Garp held a seated meeting with the warlord at a table in a run of the mill tavern. A new transfer does not recognise the sleek cheeks of the handsome gentlemen and immediately decides to approach to flirtatiously engage him over a drink or two. Mihawk is amused.}

I will add this to the ever growing Mihawk list and aim to complete it shortly! Thank you for your request! ❤️

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What are your favourite ingredients, spices, just food stuff over all?

The two most-used spices in my kitchen are saffron and paprika. I think that these spices are horribly misused and misunderstood, so here is my little guide to using them properly and making the most of their gorgeous colour and flavour.

Saffron is a very expensive spice (unless you grow it yourself, which is actually quite easy to do!) and so you really want to make sure that you’re getting the absolute most out of what little amount you’ve managed to acquire. Buy the smallest amount of the highest quality you can afford—there’s a lot of fake and tampered-with saffron on the market these days! The highest grade of saffron available is called ‘Super Negin’, and this is what will give you that characteristic deep red colour. I have my family send me saffron from home, but if I run out, then I like to buy the saffron offered by the brand Sara Saffron. I also have some English-grown saffron in my kitchen cupboard, and I’d like to try growing my own at some point.

To properly use saffron, take a couple of threads—make sure that your storage container is properly sealed, and shut it quicky again after opening—and grind them to a powder by hand, using a pestle and mortar. Then, put an ice cube or two into a bowl with the saffron, and let the ice melt at room temperature, at its own pace. This is the best way to bring out the natural colour and flavour of the saffron, and works much better than the ordinary method with hot water. You can then use this saffron water to flavour almost anything, from rice and stews all the way to ice cream (bastani).

Paprika is a very powerful and pungent spice, and it always makes me so sad to hear people say that it’s tasteless! It’s one of the most flavourful spices in my cupboard, and being engaged to a Hungarian means that I use it in almost every dish I make. Paprika is made in many different places and comes in many different styles, and I have an entire shelf dedicated to the different styles made in Hungary, but I mostly use pungent (csípős csemege), sweet (édesnemes), and hot (erős) varieties in my cooking. Alajos prefers his paprika smoked, which isn’t traditional in Hungary, and he has vast industrial-sized quantities of his favourite brand shipped over to the UK, but if we ever (God forbid) run out, then I buy from the brand Rubin, a high-quality producer with a UK stockist.

To get the best out of your paprika, you need to toast it a little, but not fully scorch it. The easiest way to do this, I find, is by sautéing onions or garlic in a little hot oil, adding your paprika, and then almost immediately dousing it with whatever sauce you’re cooking with so that it doesn’t burn. Of course, this only really works with stews, soups, and other such dishes, so in other cases, I bloom it in a very small amount of oil, or toast it dry. Experimentation is important here, and there’s no real hard rule, other than that paprika needs to be toasted or bloomed in some way to release its true pungency. It can be added to pretty much anything savoury, from traditional goulashes to sandwich spreads and as a garnish on eggs or salads.

[pekoposting]

most of my pekoyama headcanons (for now)

(also standard disclaimer: I do not automatically perceive all of these as canon, they're just how I like to think about her.)

(+ at the beginning = i have written at least 1 fic that incorporates this hc. ++ = i have written a fic that centres around it // = i am planning to write a fic about it)

generally:

Much of her power comes from the fact that she is simultaneously able to be a Dog Person and a Cat Person

++Touch starved? No. TOUCH FAMISHED

I like the idea of her not really using make-up, so her knife-sharp eyeliner is completely natural.

+ //The reason why she doesn't have glasses in any of her 'growing up' pictures (in the collage w/ Fuyuhiko at the end of chapter 2) is because she assumed her blurry vision was a her problem, and just learned to get around it. Fuyuhiko only realises after she makes an off-handed comment about everything in her near-sight being blurry.

Pretty good cook. Her best ability in it is being resourceful (and her knife skills, but that's fairly obvious.)

Is fairly good at any skill that a servant would be required to do, really (e.g. cleaning)

+Very good baker, and loves baking (the latter is semi-canon according to the description of her on her 'relationships with the others' page in that one book (linked)). Part of this is because of Fuyuhiko's sweet tooth, and she simply enjoys making him happy

Multilingual (the greatest gift I can give to any of my favs. More specifically, she probably knows at least Japanese, Mandarin and English)

+ //Bisexual (multiHC alternative: demiromantic bisexual)

Autistic (someone please teach her what stimming is)

++Sometimes if I'm in a gender mood they're nonbinary in my head (whether they're full on agender more like a demigirl depends on my mood)

+Siberian (cat breed) lover

//SPHINX CAT HATER

Watched a movie about the dog Hachiko once. Cried so hard that she refused to ever watch it again, and has been wary of media with animals in them which are sad ever since.

+I know this is fairly common but big tea enjoyer. Particularly black tea. By extension, enjoys matcha a lot.

+Favourite dessert is cha dango (matcha flavoured dango)

//I think I lean towards her being actually able to enjoy lactose. Mainly because I think she'd really enjoy the fluffy Japanese cheesecake (and watching Fuyuhiko go through the silly emotional turmoil of 'I want to see her happy but I REALLY FUCKING HATE MILK' would be funny)

+Terrible at any video game that isn't a fighting game / isn't kinda similar to the real deal (like the shooter games at arcades that give you a fake gun)

//Has a guilty pleasure for reading manga, in particular magical girl manga

my most obscure headcanon: would enjoy Gábor Szabó's 1968 album Bacchinal. Her favourite song on it would be 'Theme from "Valley of the Dolls"'

post-sim (aka angstier):

++Due to the stress of her execution in the simulation (it's mentioned in optional dialogue that her entire body was destroyed in her execution), she loses a lot of coordination for a period of time after she leaves the simulation, and she never quite returns to her pre-sim self physically. (It's tough for her to come to terms for at first.)

+Also gets phantom pains all over her body for the same reason

+Has scars all over her body due to her time as a Remnant (namely because she had to fight more powerful enemies to protect Fuyuhiko, and because she fought more recklessly)

++Finds comfort in water due to her execution (she could have never of run from the Monokuma samurai and escaped into it because of social pressures, but maybe, just maybe if she had, could she had been spared..?)

+Feels guilty for being raised to be so physically apathetic to gore and violence (i.e. no automatic physical response of fear, anxiety, hesitation, etc. to it), partially because it makes her feel like less of a human, and partially because she's afraid of what she could do without any physical responses to hold her back.

[eyelessjackspuppyshark]

Can we get some HCs about your toby? I really love your writing of him 💖

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Yes!! I love sharing my Toby headcanons! I haven’t used my Toby in so long so they may be a little rusty but I hope you like them!! I project on him a lot. I tried my best to make a pretty decent list!! Also thank you so much for loving my Toby writings!! It means so much too me!! :D

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 As a child Toby never exactly understood why his Father drank and never realized his Fathers sudden mood changed were because of alcohol.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby’s Father was a good Dad when he wasn’t drinking though when he was around the age of five his father started drinking more commonly. There’s still are times where his father doesn’t drink. This caused Toby to have a very love hate relationship with his Father, which during the hate period he feels immense guilt for it.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 The smell of beer causes Toby to slip into a panic attack.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has an ED due to not wanting to eat when his Father was drunk. He never got help for it so he still struggles to eat properly.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 That being said, Toby does enjoys Waffles but not for the fanon reason. He enjoys them to to his Mother often making them every Sunday morning. Which him and Lyra often helped her.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoyed car rides with his sister before the car crash. Though now he has panic attacks if he tries to go into a vehicle. He’d rather ride a bike or motorcycle.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 When Toby was around the age of nine his Father brought home a small cream coloured Pomeranian which they named Sassy. Toby loved that dog and spent so much time with her. He fed her liquorice and candy(Which ended up in Sassy biting his septum but he didn’t care). Unfortunately the Dog was stolen and about two weeks after they got the dog, the police showed up and took her away.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has an obsession with Littest pet shops due to that being his and Lyra’s go to toy whenever they played together. He steals all of the kids littlest pet shops and keeps them hidden in his room. Often playing with them when he’s sad or upset. He also enjoys Webkins, and My little Pony.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 He’s a huge fan of Three Days Grace, Hollywood Undead, Linkin Park, and Get Scared. His favourite song is Home by Three Days Grace. Listens to music typically on a CD Walkman with bulky ass headphones. Toby is also a big Vinyl Record and CD collector, his collection is massive. He steals most of his stuff from the malls, and he doesn’t touch small businesses.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is a cannibal! He will often eat his skin and flesh off his fingers, along with the inside of his cheek and his cheek gash. His cheek gash originally started as a small cut which he started gnawing on after the car crash. He also takes from Jacks stash to cook up and eat human when he’s hungry.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby smokes cigarettes due to having a pretty bad oral fixation, although most of the time he smokes cigarettes he’s stolen from others(Jeff, and Tim mainly). His favourite cigarettes are menthols because they make his throat and nose feel funny. Will not vape because he thinks the sweet flavours are fucking stupid.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Terrified to get into a relationship due to having an intense fear of turning out like his father. Sure he has flings and stuff but had never actually got into a truly romantic relationship with anyone.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoys breaking his bones and is convinced that it only makes him stronger everytime he breaks them. Eyeless Jack is fed up with him.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby grows out his hair but cuts it in a wolf cut himself when it gets to long. He prefers it short but Lyra always loved when he had longer hair so he keeps it long due to that.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is Autistic.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby was so eager to become a Proxy once he was saved, he burnt a proxy symbol into his neck as an attempt to prove himself worthy.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby often picks on anyone he deems “weaker” than him. Making snarky comments and pushing them around. Due to being bullied he became the bully instead.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoys arguing. Most of the time he’ll argue with Jeff, Nina, or Ben for fun.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 He often smells like fire due to committing arson for fun. He also often smells like nature and fairly musky at times.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 His targets are often people who are genuinely disgusting humans.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoys animals, his favourites are Opossums, Raccoons, and Rats. He owns six Rats.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has Tourette’s although they’re typically worse when he’s upset or mad. His Tourette’s are mainly Motor, but he still has vocal tics.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is German!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is Pansexual! He doesn’t care what the gender of his partner is!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys clothes are often in more natural nature like tones. He mainly wears sweaters due to his arms being extremely scarred up from the car crash.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby unironically plays Fortnite, and COD to yell at others for fun.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby sees Tim and Brian as adoptive parents. Also Cody is his biological brother.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Isn’t the biggest fan of Eyeless Jack, he honestly thinks Jack being so adamant about checking him for wounds when he gets back is excessive and annoying. He calls Eyeless Jack “Mom” in a sarcastic way often.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys best friend is Jeff despite them being complete assholes towards each other.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is terrified of Nina but at the same time thinks she’s hot because of it.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has a soft spot for children. Often playing with Sally or any other child CRP who wants to play. He doesn’t want them to feel sad or lonely.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys iconic hoodie was made by Lyra who gifted to him for his seventeenth birthday.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys favourite normal food is sausage, pretzels, and Onions. His favourite drink is Grape Soda, or Powerade.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Thats all but you can find my writing info here!

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[siena-sevenwits]

So many good things that would simply be repetitive to mention here, but good they remain.

I knew Carrie Hope Fletcher could sing, but she is also a really good narrator. Very much enjoying her Secret Garden.

My sister and her family came! And they're really awesome.

It was a little sad at first that after all this time apart, my fifteen-month-old niece wasn't sure about me any more, but she did warm up to me when we played. Lots of paper folding, and dice rolling, and dancing, and hiding and jumping out!

I was in such a glum mood early in the day, and the tide of it turned entirely. And you know, it was one of those awful glum moods where you don't want to tell anyone you're glum or do anything about it like an adult, but where you expect other people to notice and fix it for you. (Stupid frame of mind.) Thankfully, nobody noticed, and I got over the stubborn thing in me that didn't want to cheer up. It was very silly, and I am glad it went away.

The Tourtiere soup my mom finagled out of what she had today may be the most comforting winter soup I've ever enjoyed.

Christmas gift exchange! My sister's apparently going to take me out for lunch at a cute coffee shop as my gift. She knows that even though everyone's love language is gifts at Christmas, my favourite is still Quality Time. ;-)

Steamed the puddings one final time to get them warm to eat. They ended up the exact consistency I was hoping for! Flamed them royally with marvellous blue flames in the dark kitchen. (Also accidentally set the frying pan full of warming brandy on fire all at once and singed my hair, but we smothered it with a lid and all was well.) Pudding turned out! I make it the really traditional way where it's not all that sweet but it's got a multitude of flavours. Apples, pears, cherries, raisins, oranges and zest, walnuts, toasted almond slivers - with whip cream and brandy, it's just perfect.

Some really good conversation with my mom and sister. not all of what they had to say was happy - in fact I heard about some really heartbreaking things - but it is so good to have that relationship where we can talk about it all. And by the of the conversation the guys came and joined us, topics switched, and we all laughed and all was good.

They're here most of tomorrow too.

I made a promise to myself I'd share more original writing in 2025 - and I have a sort of good feeling I will keep that promise.