#or they become pancake rivals

[hazbmymhotel]

You know

Lucifer love pancake

Rocky love pancake

Pancake bois

Fall in love over syrup

[rainynightmoonlight]

Pancakes, Coffee, And Kisses || Yan Husband x GN Reader

Characters: Julian

Summary: Your Husband is a literal dream! Why is there blood on his coat?

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence

a/n: He has no rival, he's too clingy

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Yan Husband who you met in a coffee shop some time ago. You two bonded over a shared favorite drink which turned into finding out you two had gone to the same school and even shared classes. This just pushes you two into a relationship and a short few years later, he's at the altar with you sharing wedding vows with you.

Yan Husband who made sure your wedding was extravagant. Nothing compares to his love for you so whatever you wanted for your wedding was a must! He had the money and his parents were more than willing to help him out. They adored you and were so happy to have you as a child-in-law. Their son was happier about having you as a spouse.

Yan Husband who plans the honeymoon perfectly. Your dream location. Your dream hotel. Your dream everything! Both the wedding and honeymoon were like dreams for you, and he couldn't have asked for more. Anything to make you happy. And it shows through all the hurtles he was going through for you.

Yan Husband who takes pictures of everything from both the wedding and honeymoon. He just wants to be reminded of the happiest moments of his life. All the pictures have been framed and cover a whole wall of the house you two live in together. The house was bought before you two got married.

Yan Husband who would rather be the working man while you stay home. Oh the image he has in his head. You in a cute little apron baking sweets for him while he comes home from a long day at work, de-stressing with the treats you made and you in his lap while he tells you about his day.

Yan Husband who would respect if you want to keep your job, but he makes it clear that he's jealous of your coworkers. He gets so mad when you come home late claiming you had a business project with someone else. Why can't you two work the same job within the same building?

Yan Husband who secretly wouldn't mind being the house husband. Vocally, he's adamant about being the stay at home caregiver but the thought of taking care of you the way a house husband would make him see hearts. However, he always wants to provide for you.

Yan Husband who pampers you every weekend no matter what. He has to make sure you're happy. When you aren't, he gets so scared. When you aren't happy then he isn't either. You don't realize how dependent he is on you to feel emotions.

Yan Husband who is on the fence about kids. He does want them albeit through pregnancy or adoptions (if you can't have kids), he doesn't care. His issue is that they would take away from the time you two have and consume more of your attention. He needs to be your number one priority.

Yan Husband who doesn't mind pets as much. They're just animals, there's no way you would love pets more than him! And he can stick pets into a room or outside with the excuse that the animal needed it, or they were being too much so he needed time away from them. Since the pet is out of the way for a bit, why don't you two cuddle?

Yan Husband who is a petty little shit whenever you make plans with other people. He pouts when you get home from a friend's night and just tells you to leave. It's clear you don't need him anymore! You have your good friends and drinking buddies.

Yan Husband who holds grudges against the people that take your attention away but controls his urges well because he's married to you! You're not going to cheat on him! You two are bonded till death do you part, and not even death will keep him away from you.

Yan Husband who requires constant reassurance that he's still enough for you. Even when he becomes tired and can't do the usual when he's with you, which is worshiping your entire being, that you still want to stay married to him. Just hold him close in bed and pamper him with affection.

Yan Husband who takes milestones very seriously. Date nights, birthdays, anniversaries, you name it, and it'll be all about you in an enchanting evening. Flowers and treats along with gifts. It's all for celebrating you! The love of his life!

Yan Husband who will spontaneously bring you flowers when he gets home. He always gives you a compliment that's flower related when he gives them to you. You're more lovely than the flowers he brought.

Yan Husband who spoils you with breakfast every morning. It's amazing if you two start your days at the same time and get home around the same time. It's like you two are in sync, and it furthers his belief that you two are soulmates.

Yan Husband who will push your family away from you by taking you to his parents and show how loving his family is with him. See? This is how a family should be! You don't need your family, you have him and your in-laws. You don't need anyone else.

Yan Husband who slowly gives in to his delusions the longer you two are married. He uses the wedding rings as a way to stake his claim on you. His name is engraved in your ring, and he got you a matching necklace. Anyone who walks by will see how loved you are.

Yan Husband who loves when your friends are jealous of him. He relishes in the fact that your friends see him as a loving husband and wish their partners were like him. It further proves that he's treating you so well, and you could have been with some loser.

Yan Husband who keeps tabs on you through your texts. It's a lot less suspicious since you're both married to each other. You trust him enough to go through your phone. In fact, you would think it's cute how he takes selfies of himself with your phone. It's his way of keeping others away when you show people your photos.

Yan Husband who would burn the world for you, his lovely spouse. Nothing is too much for him in his eyes. If it just brings even the smallest of smiles to your face then he'll do it. Anything you ask. Just love him forever, until you're both buried six feet down, and he can guarantee a happy life with you.

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Niconico Premium Exclusive ☽ 10th Anniversary Sadistic Radio Mini Drama Translation ☽ Fireworks by the Sea in the Otherworld

Original title: ドS吸血ラジオ ～Resurrection Night 10th Anniversary 朗読ミニドラマ～ 「あの世浜辺で見た花火」 Voiced by Midorikawa Hikaru (Ayato), Toriumi Kōsuke (Shuu), Konishi Katsuyuki (Reiji) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (mini drama runs from 01:10-07:20)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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This mini drama was performed live during the DL 10th anniversary event on Niconico back in 2022! During the introduction, the voice actors were talking about how happy they were to perform together again instead of alone in a recording booth, which was really wholesome. And honestly, having the three brothers fawning over you... oh my (♡´𓋰`♡) Thank you to @otomeheroines for requesting!

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01:10 [Fireworks go off in the distance.]

Ayato: These fireworks are huge! And they’re spherical! Awesome! Actually, why are they spherical? You don’t know either, do you, Pancake?

Reiji: They were invented by a famous pyrotechnician from the Edo period (1). This should be common knowledge.

Shuu: [To you:] Hey, you. Don’t act all impressed by the fireworks and tell us what’s going on here.

A: Yeah! You invited me to watch the fireworks with you. Why’re there three of us here?

[You explain the situation.]

A: Huh? You invited all three of us? I know nothing ‘bout that.

R: Me neither. [To you:] If anything, this should be attributed to your thoughtlessness. Did you just decide to invite the general public to our date?

S: This is some bullshit. If this is a quadruple date, I’ll pass. I don’t care about these children’s antics.

R: Why, Shuu, heading home already?

S: Yeah. Not only are the two of you bothering me, but the fireworks and Ayato’s yapping are so loud that I can’t hear my music at all. I’ll go home and sleep.

A: Great, that’s one rival down! And she has no eyes for Reiji, anyway. Pancake’s all mine! 

R: How regrettable, Ayato. It is quite pathetic for you to be under the impression that she chose you.

A: What? You pickin’ a fight with me?

R: Who knows? [To you:] Either way, I prepared iced tea for you. Could I interest you in drinking it with me on that hill over there?

A: Wow, Reiji, you’re just doing however the fuck you please, huh? That’s totally like you.

S: Hold on. If the two of you paid attention earlier, I haven’t said a word about letting you do with her as you please. Don’t misunderstand.

03:29 R: [To Shuu:] Well, well. I thought you were going home, but it seems as though you lust after her after all.

S: I changed my mind. Even if I tried to sleep, I’d have nothing to lay my head on if she’s not there.

R: She went through all this trouble just to watch the fireworks. There is no way she would go home with you without having properly seen them.

A: I know, right? Shuu, you know jack shit ‘bout the minds of women.

S: What? I know enough but I don’t bother telling you about it. I’ll play along with your provocations, though.

A: Well then, you’d better prepare to lose. I’ll prove to you all right here that I’m the best.

04:12 [The scene changes. The boys are going to try and appeal to you.]

Ayato: Bet you’re enjoying making us fight over you, huh, Pancake? You’ve no right to refuse me. Just be a good girl and become mine. You can tell me ‘no’ all you want, but you know full well how your body responds to my fangs.  Be honest and tell me you want me so badly it hurts. I’ll have you in ecstasy before you know it.  So choose me, Pancake.

[Ayato kisses you.]

Shuu: Heh. You have no composure at all, Ayato. What’re you doing, trying to lead her on like that? [To you:] You know you’ve been head over heels for me from the start. I won’t let you get away now. So just be a good girl and confess your love. Lose yourself in me. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t be able to think about anything else.

[Shuu kisses you.]

05:20 Reiji: [To you:] You have a strange talent for winding vampires around your finger. I’d say you are a femme fatale. I wonder how far you will go to tempt us. What does it take to satisfy you? I have lived for many, many years, and yet this is the first time someone has pulled at my heartstrings like this. However, I am not used to being at the receiving end of such temptation.  I shall have you at my mercy next. 

[Reiji kisses you.]

05:56 A: Hah. You’re both way too subtle. I’m the clear winner!

S: Come on. There’s no way she’ll be swayed by such childish words. It’s clear that she’s going to choose me.

R: She cannot make a proper choice if you keep pressing her like this. 

[To you:] Please, answer according to your true feelings.

A: [To you:] You can’t live without me, and I’m no good without you either. You know that, right?

S: [To you:] You’re at fault for making me crazy about you. You’ll be a good girl and take responsibility, won’t you?

R: [To you:] I cannot accept any other outcome than you ditching those two for me. We have spent so much time in each other’s company. Does that not count for anything?

A: It’s Yours Truly, right?

S: You choose me, right?

R: I am the only viable option.

[You make a run for it.]

06:50 A: Huh? She’s running away!  Hey! Slow down, Pancake!

S: Don’t think you’ll get away after leading me on like that.

R: Good grief. How very unladylike, running across a sandy beach like that.

[You keep running as fireworks go off in the distance…]

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(1) The Edo period is a period in Japanese history that ran from 1603 until 1868, characterised by the Tokugawa shogunate (the military government) which was centred in Edo. Edo is the former name for Tokyo, which was the de facto capital of Japan in this period as opposed to Kyoto, which was the historical seat of the Emperor (and therefore the official capital) until 1868.

[sillyhanako]

꒰꒰🥞﹒BAKING COOKIES FOR MY LOVE I STIR AND MIX !﹕୨୧

꒰꒰﹒SYNOPSIS : A man-child of a customer visits the small local bakery that you owns. And every time he visits he orders the same order, plus his energetic nature he's starting to give you a headache. However, as his visits become a regular thing, you begin to find the man-child rather endearing. and the feeling is mutual .

꒰꒰﹒PARRING : pre-relationship umemiya x reader

꒰꒰﹒CONTAINS : two idiots in love, one of them in denial, sunshine x grumpy trope, sun x moon trope

꒰꒰﹒sfw // 2.4k wc

꒰꒰﹒notes : omg this took 3 long days to make 😭 kudos and reblogs are appreciated!! This is my first time making a oneshot 0-0 i hope its not too bad.. reminder: english is not my first language!!! And credits to

It was 8:12am . The sun was shining brightly, bathing the world in its warm embrace. The gentle breeze was cool and refreshing, providing a much-needed respite from the stifling summer heat. The trees stood tall and proud, gently swaying in the wind as the birds sang their sweet melodies. In the distance, children were on their way to school, chatting among themselves.

You were on your way to open your bakery, a small business you started last year in makochi, a chill town. It was enveloped in a sense of tranquility, the absence of cars making the air still and peaceful.The stillness of the town provided a refreshing change from the constant honking and traffic noise that filled your last location.

As you step into the bakery, the first thing that catches the eye is the warm brown and beige color palette that dominates the space. The walls are painted a soft beige, and large brown shelves are stacked with an array of freshly-baked breads and pastries. The floor is tiled in a soft brown and tan pattern, and the countertops are made of light brown wood.

Large potted fiddle leaf fig plants stand tall in each corner of the space, their deep green leaves providing a stark contrast to the light beige walls. Trailing ivy hangs from the shelves, its delicate leaves adding a sense of wildness to the otherwise cozy atmosphere. Smaller pots of succulents and cacti are scattered throughout the space, their prickly texture and bold shapes adding visual interest to the soft color palette.

After putting on your work uniform, which contains a tucked in white button up with a brown chest pocket, and then over that a brown waist apron, you started cleaning the counter of any dust, and shorty you brought out the chairs from the storage room, they're made of a sturdy wood, and are padded with soft beige cushions to make them more comfortable. The tables are a lighter wood, round in shape, and are surrounded by two padded seats each.

Shortly after the opening, customers begin to come in for breakfast. Some asked for Black Coffee, some for a Latte, and others a Cappuccino. Often paired with stacked pancakes with cream in between and a strawberry on top, waffles coated in honey and blueberries or chocolate and banana slices layered between soft crêpes.

The afternoon passed by in a flash, and as the clock ticked with every second passing, you suddenly realized it had turned to 4:32pm. Occasional customers had swung by the pastry shop for a quick purchase, only to then continue onwards with their day almost as quickly as they had appeared.

And its seems that your regular has chosen this very time to patronize the pastry shop.

With a childish joy, your regular, a tall and gangly man with white hair, once again invaded the comfortable silence of the bakery. His presence sent a shiver of annoyance through you. How could he be such a disruption so often? It was honestly getting ridiculou--

" [name]-CHAAAN " With a childish joy, your regular, a tall and gangly man with white hair, once again invaded the comfortable silence of the bakery with slamming the door. His presence sent a shiver of annoyance through you.

"You look as beautiful as always!"  He barged in, as usual, with an energy that could rival a hyperactive child. But this time, he wasn't alone. Who were these people he had brought along? You hadn't seen them around the bakery before. And by the look of them, they were just as loud and boisterous as your regular.

Much to your annoyance, Umemiya had brought with him a sizable group of companions. They wasted no time, immediately starting to rearrange the seating into a circular formation. To your surprise, you recognized the group as the so-called protectors of the town, Bofurin. You weren't pleased that they, too, were causing a ruckus in your bakery.

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at Umemiya and his group of companions. In mock surprise, you remarked, 'You actually have friends, Umemiya? I thought only Hiragi could put up with your antics.' With the menu in hand, you prepared to take their order, albeit begrudgingly

Umemiya laughed at your comment, clearly not bothered by it in the slightest. His companions chuckled amongst themselves, amused by your words. “Oh, you wound me!” he retorts, putting his hand over his heart in faux hurt. “And here I thought you enjoyed my company!” he grins, clearly enjoying the banter. “And of course I have friends! I’ll have you know that they’re not as uptight as that stick in the mud Hiragi.” "what did you just call me??"

After handing the group the menu he came back to where you were standing, wiping a plate.

"so i'll get a-" "1150." "I didnt even order yet-" "one thousand one hundred and fifty yen. pay up." "wait um let me get a a large matcha-" "yes yes yes! A large matcha shortbread cake, frosted with a light and fluffy pastry cream and topped with fresh, plump blackberries, an iced matcha latte, extra sweet, with some whipped cream on top. And an extra shot of espresso to the latte!! stop playing Hajime Umemiya." "woah how did you know i was going to get that??" "you're the only person in this town that enters saying 'yahoo!' At 4:32pm !! And i can smell that old t-shirt you've been wearing for 3 years."

" did i begame a regular here to the point you memorized my order? " he grinned, pulling out his thin, long wallet. " please. You come here almost everyday. "

While Umemiya laughed and joked with you, some of his companions were watching the interaction with playful stares. One of them with sharp blonde hair couldn't help but comment under his breath, 'How are his teeth keeping up with all that sugar??' The rest of them chuckled amongst themselves, clearly amused by the thought.

Even though the banter and teasing from Umemiya and his friends could occasionally be annoying, there was no denying that these moments were often the high point of your day. The lighthearted atmosphere he brought with his visits always lifted your spirits, making the work a bit more bearable, even if just for a moment.

You efficiently prepared the orders for Umemiya and his friends, making sure each one was made according to their specifications. You then handed them over to your barista, a fellow employee at the bakery, who took charge of serving the customers. She took the orders and skillfully moved through the bakery, delivering the pastries and drinks to the table where Umemiya and his companions were seated.

Your co-worker, a cheerful and energetic individual, their smile and easygoing nature made them popular among the customers, you honestly wanted someone more calm and collected to work with you, but oh well. She quickly engaged with Umemiya and his companions, bringing an even more lively atmosphere to the already bustling eatery.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as Umemiya's voice rose above the din, engaging in a lively conversation with your co-worker. His talkative nature was evident as he eagerly joined in, his boisterous laughter occasionally cutting through the air. You felt a strange feeling in your chest, a mix of annoyance and something you couldn't quite place, at the sight of the two chatting so comfortably.

Umemiya was known to be talkative, and you had no doubt that he would quickly become the center of attention in any conversation. His infectious energy and charismatic personality often made him the star of the show, overshadowing others around him. You knew this would be a long interaction... and you didnt like that.

You shook off the strange feeling and forcefully turned your attention back to the task at hand. You busied yourself with reorganizing the utensils and wiping croissant crumbs off the countertop in a futile attempt to distract yourself. The clattering of silverware and scrubbing of the crumbs filled the air, providing a temporary respite from the conversation happening behind you. Yet, the sound of Umemiya's infectious laugh still managed to seep through, an incessant reminder of the interaction unfolding nearby.

your heart clenched, felt a pang of jealousy and a wave of possessiveness washed over you, surprising you with its intensity. However, this feeling of jealousy was unfamiliar, and you couldn't fully understand it. You were perplexed, torn between wanting to intervene and knowing you had no right to. The mixture of emotions left you in a state of confusion, wrestling with your unexpected feelings of jealousy.

Umemiya was just a noisy regular, nothing else. right? He just orders his complicated order, eats it, and leaves. no way you would catch feelings with that little interraction? yes that must be it. you're just confused with yourself. Nothing serious. The feeling will go away surely...right?

The setting sun sent golden rays filtering through the windows of the bakery, bathing the interior in a warm and inviting glow. The gentle orange hue cast a peaceful atmosphere over the space, creating a cozy ambiance that seemed to welcome the evening. As your co-worker gathered the empty plates and cups, the friends were finishing up the last of their drinks and pastries, preparing to depart. They thanked your co-worker for their service, bidding them farewell as they got up from their seats.

Umemiya approached you with a carefree smile on his face, his usual boisterous attitude apparent. He handed over the payment for his friends orders, the bills slightly crinkled. The air was still filled with the lingering scent of freshly-baked pastries, and the soft chatter of customers in the background.

He leaned in to say, "Thanks, [name]." He said, with a playful wink. "You're the best!" Then, he turned to leave, joining his friends who were waiting by the exit.

You counted out the bills with practiced ease, making sure everything was in order. Then you placed them at the cash register.

You let out a sigh, "Those guys sure are a handful." You remarked, shaking your head in mild disbelief. "Especially Umemiya... always causing a scene whenever he comes in. I swear, I don't know what I'm going to do with that guy." "its not everyday we get such popular customers, right [name]-san?" she asked, placing down the empty food containers on the counter.

"care to elaborate?"

"well you saw their uniforms right?! those are student at Furin! The deliquent school! And who doesnt like tough independent handsome guys? people are fighting to get a chance with them too! and i might be one of them..." she fiddled  with her hair, remembering the totally-her-type Furin boys that were patrolling some days ago.

You rolled your eyes, amused by your coworker's swooning. "Easy there, lovebird," you chuckled. "You're practically drooling." You teased. "Sure, those Furin boys might have a reputation, but don't get too obsessed. There's more to life than swooning over bad boys, you know?" You teased, giving her a playful nudge.

"Fancy coming from you [name]-san! With that undeniable romantic tension between you and Umemiya-san you should just kiss already! God its so obvious you're down bad for eachother," she scolded.

"I dont like him like that. Absolutely fucking not. What the hell? also don't you have work to do?" You were fuming, how can she accuse you like that? Some nerves this girl has.

"aye ayeee whatever makes you sleep at night boss!" she finally left you alone, face red with the thought of you and umemiya in a romantic relationship. thinking of it now it doesnt seem like a bad idea- wait what are you saying?

As night fell, the streets transformed into a mesmerizing canvas of light and life. The vibrant glow of the street lamps illuminated the sidewalks, casting soft shadows that danced with each passing motorcycle and pedestrian. Pedestrians ambled along, some with purpose and some aimlessly strolling, their laughter and voices creating a symphony of city life. The shops along the street were a kaleidoscope of colors - neon signs, shop windows, and the warm glow of restaurants all contributing to the urban nighttime beauty.

As you strolled down the street, your gaze lingered on the captivating designs of the various restaurants. You couldn't help but stop at grocery stores to purchase charming little snacks that caught your eye. The soft illumination from street lamps created a cozy atmosphere, and the lively hum of the city added to the soothing backdrop. After a few minutes of observing and sampling treats, you continue your journey towards your apartment, feeling a sense of contentment in this routine night-time ritual.

You were abruptly jolted from your thoughts as someone violently collided with you. Irritation flared up, but before you could even snap at the person, you found yourself face-to-face with Umemiya. Surprise replaced the frustration as you recognized the messy-haired troublemaker who frequented your bakery. A mix of emotions - irritation and begrudging familiarity - raced through you. God this could not get any worse.

"[name]-chan? I didnt know you were passing by this street today!" he exclaimed, seemingly happy to see you again.

"yeah me neither.. if you could just excuse me-" you tried slipping away from his grasp but-

"this is also my way to the orphanage! I'll walk you to your apartment like a true gentleman." He had a prideful aura around him but you just dismissed it and walked away.

"heeyy! wait for meee!!"

Umemiya rambled on and on, a never-ending torrent of thoughts and observations flowing out of his mouth at an astounding rate. It was almost as if his brain had an infinite capacity for information. You were stuck in the whirlwind of his conversation, listening to his constant flow of words and musings. It was a mystery as to how he was able to hold, yet alone recall, such a vast amount of random knowledge.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you finally managed to find an opening in the conversation to bid farewell to the endlessly-chatty Umemiya. You gave a tired wave, signalling your need for some peace and quiet. Despite the annoyance you felt towards his incessant chatter, there was an odd fondness underlying it, an acknowledgment of his unique character and his ability to make every interaction memorable.

"Wait! " he shouted, causing you to flinch a bit. "A-are you uh free... tomorrow?" "Are you asking me out?" "no. I mean.. yes, maybe as.. friends?" "i mean, i guess i am,but " in fact you werent. you were supposed to hang out with your friends at a shopping mall.

He made a quiet sound of celebration that you didnt ignore. "You're so cute." "What?" "I said you look like a sack of shit, goodbye."

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[ivys-garden]

Here's a clearer version of the Hermit Falls Zodiac (+ the og Journal Page)

Here's everyone's roles in the au:

Sunbeam & Cresent Moon: Grian & Pearl (Dipper & Mabel) - twins of divorced parents who were sent to a Nowhere town for autumn break to reconnect after being separated. Currently living with their great uncle Scar. When Grian finds a strange journal in the woods he and Pearl become obsessed with uncovering the secrets of this town. Ps, Tilly is Waddles :3

Top Hat: Scar (Stan) - the twins Grunkle and the proprietor of Trader Scars: The House Of Wonders!, a local tourist trap. He seems to spend a lot of time in the basement.

Lowercase i: Impulse (Soos) - local handyman at Trader Scars, father figure for the twins.

Cool S: Skizz (Wendy) - cashier at Trader Scars, generally laid back but will deck you if you hurt his friends

Rocket Ship: Cub (Ford) - genius scientist who lived in Hermit Falls decades ago, Scar says he jumped towns and left the Trader Scars building to him, but no one's heard from him since

Fancy Mustache: Mumbo (McGucket) - local mad inventor living in the junkyard. Insists his name is "Big Ron" Cub always looked guilty when he saw him…

Gemstone: Gem (Pacifica) - daughter of a rich family staying in Hermit Falls on a business trip. gets bored and decides to have a rivalry with Pearl. Just cuz

Old Skull: Cleo (Robbie) - local artist and mortician. Sorta tried to kill Pearl on her first week in Hermit Falls. Tensions were high between them and Grian after that

@ Symbol: Joe Hills (Gidion) - owner of a rival tourist trap: Joe Hills’ Tent O’ Magic, where he puts on dazzling acts of poetry, music, Puppet shows and magic tricks. Everyone seems to like him, but Scar doesn't trust him

Joel (Bill) - interdimensional Demon watching over Gravity Falls. Burt his home dimension to the ground. Still hears her his friends in the back of his mind. Why did he do it?

Will I continue this? Maybe? I'm busy atm but I like the concept. I've sketched some designs but nothing I'm super happy with so far.

Ps If any of yall can come up with a surname that fits Pearl, Grian & Scar (maybe Cub two not devided if him and Scar are brothers yet) that would be cool ;)

Also, well done to @harley-the-pancake & @octopus-defence-squad at correctly decoding almost everything! I'd give you cookies if I could

[theyanderespecialist]

Vox's Doe (Headcanons) Yandere Vox X Female Alastor Reader (Hazbin Hotel)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with a Yandere Vox X Female Alastor Reader, where you take the place of Alastor as a female version of his! So Good Luck, please enjoy this chapter!] 

(Disclaimer: Vox is Not Yandere In canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuit! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon and canon!) 

(This is based on headcanon and some theories I have)  -Yandere Headcanons With Vox X Female Alastor Reader From Hazbin Hotel- 

.Vox died in the 1950s and he came to hell. 

.Before he met Valeinto he met you the Radio Demoness an older woman. 

.As you died in 1933. 

.He was down bad for you and knew that he wanted you in his life. 

.He was still a man who would love you a lot if you were a housewife, but also he loved how independent you were. 

.So he is torn on how he should treat you, he respects you as an overlord, but he is still a bit sexist in he would love you to be a homemaker. 

.Which causes issues with how he treats you? 

.He has a deep love for you and found himself wanting to become a overlord with you. 

.He would be the very possessive type which does not fly with you very much. 

.He does not like sharing you and sees you as his wife and so that means no other man or woman or person should try and steal you away from him. 

.Since you are The Radio Demoness you are a good cook and so you do end up cooking for him a lot. 

.Which he adores because he would be eating fast food far too much without you. 

.You end up making a lot of pancakes for him as the sweet tooth is strong. 

.He would deal with rivals by using his mind control powers to prevent them from being in love with you. 

.He abuses this cause he does not want anyone to be able to steal you away from him. 

.He is a petty yandere in which he would be super petty with the slightest things that his rivals did for you. 

.Even if the person is not a rival he is a bit paranoid that almost anyone and everyone could be a rival and he Is not going to tolerate that. 

.He is a bit controlling and cares a lot about image. 

.So he tries his best to have his influence on you. 

.He wants to marry you and have you as his wife. 

.But you keep up a boundary with Vox, and do not want to marry him, this frustrates him behind belief. 

.He just wants to marry you and have you as his wife, you are his pretty little darling and you would be such a great wife! 

.He almost treats you like a trophy a prize as you to him are such an amazing, powerful, beautiful, woman. 

.He is the type of man and yandere that would see you as a prize. 

.He does end up dating you back in the day before he met Valentino. 

.And he cherished you as his most precious item. 

.Of course, he was also a bit controlling, okay that is a lie, he is an extremely controlling yandere. 

.In which you could see and what you could do. 

.He would want to keep you from other overlords and not want to share you with anyone. 

.He would have wooed you by treating you like an equal but once he started to date you he slowly became more controlling and he tried to keep you in typical gender norms. 

.In which he once again wanted you to be his wife and the picture-perfect homemaker. 

.So this would cause issues between him and as a yandere, he does not understand why 

.You two were once a power couple, but Vox had slowly ruined that by being a completely controlling yandere. 

.When you break up with him he lashes out at you, saying how could you leave him!? He was the best man for you. 

.He takes it very, very personally. .He makes it his mission to make you want him back and make you beg for him. 

.He will have you no matter what and will have you begging him to make you a housewife~  .Mark his words. 

.When you two were together he had made grand gestures. 

.He is the type of yandere that is go big or go home! 

.Where he spoils his darling and treats her like the queen that she is. 

.Also, he is a super possessive yandere that would kill for you. 

.He can be protective of you and would defend you when together. 

.But back to his petty side, when you left him he was so petty that he would be the most petty ex. 

.Being the type to not let go that you broke up with him! HIM! 

.He is still madly and obsessively in love with you and even when he ends up with Valentino he cannot get you out of his mind. 

.When you come back after seven years. He is pissed off but also so happy that you are back. 

.He is jealous that you are around the princess of hell and knows that he cannot let you get close to her. 

.You are his woman and his future wife, he will destroy that damn hotel. 

.To make sure that you have no one to go back to. 

.Also at this point he will share you with Valentino, but he will be your main husband mark his words. 

.Do not get it twisted he will drug you with Velvette and Valentino's love potion. 

.Making you see just how good he can make you feel and make you swear your soul to him. 

.When he finds out that someone already has your soul it pisses him off beyond belief. 

.You are HIS And someone else HAS YOUR SOUL! How Dare They! .You are HIS! BODY MIND AND SOUL! His Sweet, sweet Doe~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy! All of My Sexy Muffins!] 

[cheriewritings]

How to request, what to request?

Hi! I'm Cherie and writing is something that I'm absolutely hooked in. I am willing to write cute or less cute short relationship fics. They can contain smut, if you'd like!

I am eager to write for formula one, the mcu, dune, star wars and other fandoms. I am open to new things, feel free to ask!

I do feel uncomfortable with writing things that are heavy on smut AND close family bonds at the same time. I will not write inc^st, or things similar to that. Other than that, feel free to request pretty much anything. It can be fluff, smut, whatever you feel like ordering.

This prompt list is heavily inspired by @bunnys-kisses and their bakery. Show them some love!<3

Pick any of the prompts you'd like me to write about and pair them with a character of your choice!

The Tea House Example Prompts<3 (fluff, smut)

scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam: "When did you become so lovey dovey?"

pumpkin & espresso muffin: "For you, I can be anything."

crystal candy "I'm a mess for you, darling"

coffee jelly with sweet condensed milk "I want to make you feel special

matcha cupcake "You can take it... I know you can."

rasberry tartalette: "I'll kiss you and bite you all over."

caramel pudding: "You taste so sweet."

cinnamon rolls: "Stop looking at me with those eyes."

cherry pie: "You can have me. All of me."

red velvet cookies: "Pinch me so I know this is not a dream."

chocolate covered strawberries: "Make me feel better. Make me forget about everything else."

birthday cake: "Let's celebrate.

kinder bueno pancakes: "My beautiful girl."

strawberry cream green tea - gentle sex

watermelon slushie - rough sex

chai with milk - dom!character

rasberry & lemon tea - sub!character

cherry green tea - rivals/enemies to lovers

yasmine tea - friends to lovers

brown sugar milk tea - love at first sight

orange juice - breeding kink

matcha latte - aftercare

strawberry milk - jealousy

vanilla coke - worship, heavy admiration

Order up!

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 30

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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‘Here, taste this, tell me what it needs.’

Kara accepted the offered spoon and blew on it before taking the sauce onto her tongue with the considering look of a connoisseur.

‘Hmm… a tiny bit more oregano I think. And a couple of squares of that super intense dark chocolate you think I haven’t discovered yet.’

Lena chuckled, going to fetch the ingredients Kara had suggested.

‘That’ll teach me to think I can hide chocolate from you. I only bought it yesterday, you’re like a blood hound.’

‘What can I say, I take a healthy interest in my snack options. Your chocolate is pretty safe though – I maintain that candy really shouldn’t be bitter. Well, except when you’re adding it to a savoury recipe, then that 90% cocoa stuff is perfect.’

‘I’ll take your word for it.’

Lena knew that the idea of adding cocoa to savoury dishes was hardly a new one, but it still felt instinctively wrong to be dropping squares of chocolate into her marinara, the smell of it as it melted mingling with the tomato and herbs in a blend that was frankly confusing to her senses. It was not a choice she would have made on her own, but she had come to trust Kara’s instincts when it came to flavour.

After a few days of take out and easy freezer-to-oven dinners, Lena had insisted on cooking proper meals (because pot stickers and pizza alone were not nutritionally balanced enough to aid a speedy recovery, even if they did technically contain vegetables), and over time cooking together had become a welcome part of their evening routine. To begin with Kara just sat nearby while Lena cooked, reading aloud to her from whatever book Lena had on the go at the time, or else exchanging stories about what they had each been up to during the day; but as her pain diminished and she started to regain more use of her wrist, Kara had begun to take an interest in the cooking process itself.

After the pancake disaster Lena had (not unreasonably, she thought) felt some trepidation the first time Kara had offered to help make dinner, but they quickly discovered that, as long as Lena took over all charge of the process, they actually made an amazing team. Lena had always enjoyed cooking for herself when she could find the time (she found great satisfaction in taking unrelated parts and bringing them together to make something new and better, whether it was an image inducer or a mushroom and stilton tarte tatin), but it was Kara that was the real surprise. She made short work of anything that needed chopping, grating or mashing and acted as an enthusiastic sous chef for any dish Lena suggested they try, but she really came into her own when it came to flavour combinations, and was inevitably the one to suggest the exact missing ingredient to elevate whatever dish they were making from mere ordinary week night filler to something that could be served with pride at any dinner party.

As usual, once the chocolate was fully stirred in and the sauce had had a few more minutes to combine, Lena found that Kara’s recommendation had been spot on. Her additions added a depth and richness that had been missing before, and nicely balanced out the acidity of the tomatoes to create something that tasted truly phenomenal.

‘Okay, that’s amazing. How did you know that would work?’

Kara grinned and shrugged, half smug, half bashfully pleased with the compliment.

‘I guess there have to be some advantages to basically being a walking stomach. I’ve tried a lot of different flavours, and I pay attention to what makes things go well together.’

‘Well, I’m impressed. I grew up in a house with a professional chef on staff, and some of your dishes could rival his.’

‘Not without you they couldn’t. I get too distracted when I’m cooking, and either eat half the ingredients as I go or else mess up my timings and end up with a burned crust at the bottom of the pan.’

‘We’re the dream team.’

‘Yup!’

Lena couldn’t help thinking how many other things that applied to in their new shared experience beyond simple meal prep. Now they had settled in and Kara was able to do more for herself, living together was becoming comfortable in a way she had never imagined cohabiting with another person could be. Even with Jack, who she really had loved, sharing their space had felt like an ongoing negotiation to maintain a balance between her comfort and his, both of them having constantly to give ground in order to maintain domestic harmony.

It wasn’t like that with Kara. There was compromise of course, but it never felt like a fight. It felt more as though the two of them were a team, working together to solve whatever the problem was rather than just trying to get their own way. Like when Kara had started feeling homesick for her own apartment around about the two week mark, and they talked it through and then Lena brought over a whole load of her things to make the penthouse feel more like home. It could have been a disaster of clashing taste and excess clutter, but it wasn’t. They had spent a happy afternoon decorating together, Kara sitting on the couch with her injured leg propped up while Lena followed her suggestions for where to put things: a painting Kara had done here, some bright throw pillows there, a couple of cosy woven blankets draped over the back of the sofa where they could be grabbed and snuggled under while watching a movie.

What they ended up with was a blend of both their styles that shouldn’t have worked, but somehow did. Lena had always thought that she preferred her spaces to be clear and modern, as far removed from the dark, old money clutter of the Luthor Mansion as she could get, but she found now that she liked this so much better. It was cosy and friendly, and it reminded her of how safe and happy she had always felt in Kara’s apartment. Having her things here side by side with Lena’s own felt right, like this was their home, not just hers.

She didn’t like to dwell on just how much she loved that feeling, because if she did she would be forced to remember how fleeting it was. Kara was getting stronger every day, and was already well enough to have started working from home, though she was yet to return to the office. And her recovery was a good thing, of course. A wonderful thing. But Lena couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach when she remembered how soon the time would come when all this would be over, and she would have to go back to living alone in a place that would feel too big, too sterile, too unnaturally quiet without Kara and all her things to breath life and warmth into it.

And of course when Kara moved back to her own apartment Lena would have no more excuses to put off fulfilling her unspoken promise to track down Lex, and however that played out, it was bound to change things. Even with her best case scenario, where she successfully killed Lex before he could kill her and made it out with the cure, restoring Kara’s memories would bring an end to this cosy domestic bubble they had made for themselves. And if somehow they managed to work through all of their history and found they still loved each other on the other side of that, Kara would go back to juggling her work at Catco with saving the city while Lena returned to being a proper full time CEO. They would both have much less time for just hanging out together, learning to make their own pot stickers and practising Singstar duets, especially when they no longer lived under the same roof.

But, she reminded herself, they weren’t there yet.

Kara might be well enough to write articles from her nest on the couch and hobble to and from the bathroom with the assistance of crutches now, but her leg was going to be in plaster for a few more weeks, and she wasn’t done recovering yet.

She still needed Lena.

They still had time.

‘Are you okay love? You look a million miles away.’

Lena turned to meet Kara’s gently concerned look with a smile, letting her spiralling thoughts fade into the background to be replaced by the much more tangible presence of their evening plans.

‘I’m good. Just pondering what movie we should watch after we eat. I think I’m in the mood for something cheerful tonight.’

‘How about Singin’ in the rain?’

‘Again?’

‘Well, how could you not feel cheerful listening to those songs? But I’m open to other options. Actually I was looking for movie night ideas online yesterday and thought it might be nice to watch Imagine Me & You some time… would you be up for giving it a try? I think it’s mostly cheerful. There’s a happy ending for definite.’

Lena had never heard of ‘Imagine Me & You’, but mostly cheerful with a happy ending and something other than the musical they had watched four times since Kara moved in was okay with her.

‘Sure, sounds great.’

They ate their (excellent) meal and then Kara loaded the dishwasher while Lena brought the crockery over to her and wiped down the surfaces. They could have left it for the cleaners to take care of in the morning, but the shared chore felt easy, natural, a routine they had performed over and over and could gladly perform a thousand times more, if given the chance.

When the kitchen was back to rights they grabbed a bottle of wine and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, and settled down on the couch. They were long past the point of sitting cautiously apart on the more-than-big-enough-not-to-touch sofa, and Kara’s shoulder was pressed up against Lena’s before she had even managed to work the lid free from the ice cream.

‘How many tubs do we still have left?’

‘About eight.’

‘And we’ve eaten…?’

‘… about eight.’

Kara laughed, bopping her head gently against Lena’s as she dug her spoon into the banana-nut-fudge that was tonight’s flavour of choice.

‘I can’t believe you bought sixteen flavours of ice cream just to cheer me up.’

‘Well, you were sad and in pain and I wanted to make you feel better – I’d have bought more, except I also needed room for all the frozen potstickers and oven-ready pastries.’

‘Ohhh those were so good. I felt like I’d just walked into a Parisian bakery on our croissant mornings.’

‘Now we’ve got into the swing of cooking we should try making some from scratch. I bet you could come up with some really interesting breakfast pastry flavour combinations’ Lena suggested.

‘Yes, lets do that on Saturday! First flavour possibility, banana, walnut and fudge. What do you think?’

Kara held out the ice cream tub to Lena, and she dug her spoon in to sample.

‘Hm… banana – not my usual go to, but I could be convinced as long as we used real ones, and could be paired with a custard base. Walnuts would add a nice crunch and flavour. Fudge… pretty good in the ice cream, but I’m not sure about the pastry.’

‘You’re right, semi-sweet chocolate would probably be better for balance. I like the ice cream though, solid six out of ten. Remind me what it’s up against?’

‘New York Super Fudge Chunk.’

Kara winced and patted the tub in her hand sympathetically.

‘Oof. Poor thing never stood a chance.’

‘Agreed. I’ll update the spreadsheet.’

Given the sheer quantity of ice cream flavours they had had to choose from and the need to find novel ways to fill their time during the first couple of weeks, Kara had started what she called the “ice cream play offs” in a bid to find the ultimate ice cream flavour. And Lena, being ever the scientist, had been unable to resist the temptation to record their results properly, which had led to the creation of their unofficial official Ben and Jerry’s world rankings spreadsheet, which they updated meticulously each time they picked a new pint to sample. It brought together Kara’s enthusiasm for food and Lena’s inherent nerdiness in a glorious shared investment in their unserious contest, and cumulatively they had spent at least a couple of hours arguing companionably over whether Cherry Garcia or Chocolate fudge brownie should make it to the next round, or if Netflix and Chill’d should gain or lose points for being called that.

Now the serious matter of ice cream ranking had been decided they at last pressed play on the movie and settled down to enjoy the story, each occasionally dipping their spoon for another bite as they watched.

It started with a bride getting ready for her wedding day, and Lena mentally prepared herself for a couple of hours of cheesy rom com.

There was a moment pretty early on where Rachel (the bride) made eye contact with the florist as she walked down the aisle that made Lena raise an eyebrow, but it wasn’t until the way they looked at each other during the first visit to Luce’s shop that she was certain beyond doubt of what sort of movie Kara had picked for them to watch.

Oh.

Lena had imagined watching a queer love story together many times before – had even considered suggesting one in their previous life, as another hint to the intentions that Kara never seemed to pick up on, but she had never actually done it. Now Kara was the one making the move, and fuck, it was as if she was taking a sledgehammer to the foundations of Lena’s good intentions to maintain this last bit of distance between them.

They took another blow when, during a tension-loaded scene in a darkened classroom while Rachel fantasised about reaching out to touch Luce, Kara pulled her legs up to stretch out on the couch, moving her head from Lena’s shoulder to lie in her lap with a contented, kittenish sigh.

She did her best to keep her hands to herself, but by the time Luce was wrapping her arms around Rachel to teach her how to project at a soccer game she found she was, without quite knowing how it happened, idly playing with Kara’s hair. As soon as she realised what she was doing she froze, and made to move her arm back to the safe distance of the back of the couch, but Kara made a little grumbling noise of protest.

‘Don’t stop. I love having my hair played with, it makes me feel all floppy and relaxed, like a cat being petted.’

So Lena went back to running her fingers through the soft golden waves, her nails scratching lightly over Kara’s scalp in a way that made her give a little shiver of pleasure.

‘Mmm, it’s so nice, I could fall asleep.’

‘You probably shouldn’t, you’ll have a terrible crick in your neck if you sleep like this... Maybe we should call it a night and go to bed?’

‘Noo, I want to see the end of the movie. And I don’t want to stop hanging out yet. I don’t mind a cricked neck.’

Lena knew she absolutely shouldn’t say what she was about to say, but Luce was telling Rachel that the lily means ‘I dare you to love me’, and Kara was soft and relaxed against her knees, and right at that moment she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything else.

‘I have a TV in my room. We could finish watching in there if you like, then it wouldn’t matter if you fall asleep before the end.’

Kara looked up at her, and her expression said she was aware of how much more could be read into that offer than mere practicality, but she didn’t say so. She smiled and nodded against Lena’s thigh.

‘Mmkay. I’ll change and brush my teeth now then, just in case.’

‘Good idea. Just in case.’

Lena changed too, opting without quite knowing why to put on the marshmallow pajamas she had just ‘happened’ to pick up from Kara’s apartment when she’d gone round to collect her things. They weren’t hers to put on, technically, but she didn’t think Kara would mind, and though she still didn’t feel much like her usual put together self in them, she felt like Kara’s Lena, and that was all she wanted to be right now.

Kara gave her the softest smile when she saw what Lena was wearing.

‘Aw, my marshmallow Lena is back. You look so cute in those, I think I’m going to have to officially give them to you.’

‘Don’t. I like that they’re yours.’

Lena felt herself blushing at the confession, and looked away quickly before it could turn into anything more.

‘Lets finish watching the movie before we really do get too sleepy.’

Once Kara was settled in beside her Lena pressed play, but she couldn’t focus on what was happening on the screen. All she was aware of was Kara in the bed beside her, no longer actually touching her but somehow feeling even more intimately near than when her head had been resting in Lena’s lap on the couch.

This was a terrible idea. It was a terrible idea...

She slid further down against the mound of pillows at her back, and, hidden beneath the covers where she couldn’t see and could therefore pretend it didn’t count, she laced her fingers through Kara’s.

Kara squeezed her hand in return, and the movie played on.

They did not let go.

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

I always wondered how the show was going to fix a certain mathematical error Rick made when he wrote the St. Louis Arch scene. Mostly to show how Percy could have survived his fall when he should’ve been turned into a pancake since the length from the Arch to the Mississippi River is massive.

I was not disappointed.

Percy survived because the water spirit of the Mississippi River went out of her way save him. Sure, Poseidon had a help in it, but from her words, it seems like a ton of water spirits are also willing to help Percy which foreshadow how close Percy will truly become to water and the inhabitants of any body of water. Also, she helped calm him down with kind words that remind him of Sally’s love, and let Percy know that Poseidon (despite being a deadbeat dad) does indeed care for him.

Also, she lets him know that he can breathe underwater, so Poseidon better start paying those child support because Percy is about to become powerful enough to rival all the gods.

[bowlzone]

Before the year draws to a close I wanted to take a moment to reflect on the best (and worst) cereals of 2023. I appreciate you all coming on this cereal ride with me this year, and can't wait to see what cereals 2024 has in store!

Top three cereals of 2023: 1. Frosted Lemon Cheerios - How tragic it is that these Cheerios were a limited time offer, such was their creativity and deliciousness. As it is, I picked them up on a trip to the States in April and had to be satisfied with one singular box of delight. Here's hoping that the summer of 2024 sees Frosted Lemon Cheerios return with a citrussy flourish.

2. Crunchy Nut Bites - An unexpected light in the darkness of these winter months, this has become a staple of my cereal shelf ever since that first box of them in November. Although a small and slightly expensive, it's hard to rival Crunchy Nut Bites for texture and joy. A welcome bowl of this cereal is a fine way to kick off the first morning of 2024.

3. South Korean Oreo O's - My white whale of cereal was finally acquired this year and lo and behind, I able to confirm what the online cereal community had previously stated. This is the best form of Oreo O's available. Rich, chocolaty and indulgent there is no improvement that can be had for this triumph of the form.

Honorable mention - Although I don't post anything personal on this blog it seems remiss to reflect on the year as such without including the best part of it. My adopted son Mr. Garlic, who is a big fan of sniffing all the cereal I try.

Now, for sadly the worst cereal of 2023...

IHOP Mini Pancake Cereal - The crushing domination of corn as a cheap base for cereal strikes again with this 'blueberry pancake' experience, included here in quotes for it was certainly not the flavor I experienced. A bad cereal is one thing, but a disappointing bad cereal is another and although I tried in my review to find a redeeming aspect of it, with the power of hindsight I spiritually banish this box of cereal to where it belongs... the trash.

[jessread-s]

✩🎻🎼Review:

*Thanks to the publisher and the author for providing me with an ARC in exchange for an honest review*

I am so down bad for this book it’s not even funny!!!

“Not Another Love Song” follows Gwen Jackson and Xander Thorne,  two string players, as they fight their attraction for each other while competing for center stage.

From the moment Alex insulted Gwen’s form when she played the cello, I fell in love with them as characters and their dynamic. Gwen’s people pleasing tendencies struck a chord with me as someone who shares that same quality and enriched my understanding of her motivations for sticking with the Pops Orchestra when people were taking advantage of her. I enjoyed reading from her point-of-view and getting bits of Alex’s perspective throughout the novel. Soto is very intentional about her placement of chapters written from his perspective to add intrigue surrounding his past. 

Gwen and Alex’s romance is a perfectly paced, sizzling symphony and I was entranced by each movement: colleagues, rivals, duet partners, lovers. Their every interaction vibrated in my bones because their chemistry is that palpable! I adored Alex’s subtle gestures—like the way he made Gwen’s favorite drink for her, offered to buy her shampoo when she stayed with him, and attempted to make her pancakes—just as I adored Gwen for loving all of Alex and helping him become more in tune with himself. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the cello scene that is depicted on the cover. Julie Soto was not messing around when she wrote that scene! Her lyrical writing brought the music they made together to life and I could cut the sexual tension with a knife. It took my breath away. I didn’t want it to end because it hit so hard! This whole book does quite frankly. 

In conclusion, whatever Soto writes, I’m buying!!

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[fumikomiyasaki]

Finally I can upload him... Beelby was an oc I had for long but didn't upload yet but now he is finally real.^^

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Name: Beelby Zetron

Based on: Beelzebub (Helltaker)

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: Male 

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 20 (He says at least is probably as old as the universe)

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: 6th of September

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Virgo

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 187 cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Red

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Violet

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𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Diasomnia

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: Fourth year

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 4-D

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student, Quizhost

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Magical Shift

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: History of Magic

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: left

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Pancakes, Red Tomato Salad, 

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Insects at all, they are his friends

Likes: Bugs, Attention, being in company, Rose smell, being Clean,

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: being trapped somewhere, being ignored, dirty environment around him

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: writing speeches, practising dark artes. 

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Entertaining, Jokes, Charisma

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 and Backstory:

Not much is known about where Beelby came from, his family, his home... or moreso how could he tell others he is someone who came from hell and walks along the mortals to observe them from off close... He is something called an Origin demon... demons that are as old as the universe itself... however despite that many of them leave the place they do their job as and give up a lot in favour of wanting to understand the simple people... and so did Beelby.

However despite that decision to settle down and live among the "Normal people" There is enough damage he left behind... in his younger days he picked much more fights and did the bidding of many other demons which led his relationship with Alioth to be very Rocky... as to punish the Celestial dragon for being Naive and bringing darkness to one planet Beelby took the horn of his father as a punishment... one that left these two with an issue with another.

Beelby also feels somewhat responsible for many things going wrong in the world, especially when it comes to the children of darkness he knows some origin demons did were to blame for some complications with them, as well as when it comes to his own dorm he also witnessed events first hand but... he is never allowed to interfere... he is only allowed to watch on knowing more things than others.

Overall thanks to this atonement he did take Gregory, Leroy and Flynn under his wing, knowing the chaos these three can cause if pushed into the wrong direction... he wanted to be their friend but also somewhat their mentor to lead them along.

Beelby is quite strong despite leaving hell still, owning a Fly form if things go drastic and some of his abilities even rivaling some of the gods he met. However given how he is he hides all of this power most of the time unless its necessary. He does have a love for Humor but his humor reaches from terrible dad jokes, to dark humor to the driest jokes. He is able to turn others into demons too with his powers, this however makes him weaker and aside aging long like him they won't get half of his strength.

The wings on his neck move when he is angry or excited. His love for bugs makes him quite made if anyone tries to harm them when he is around... after all they are just living beings like humans as well. He has strong magic, but tries to limit it to not give the Magic shift team an unfair advantage. In itself he does just try to live his life, do good for the bad things he did in hell, experience things for himself, and become a better person.

He may seem odd... especially has some weird thoughts... is very insecure about his body and some of his features... but he does own them on stage when he does his quiz host job. He can feign confidence if need but usually tries to stay humble and not involve too much into fights. If he falls in love he also falls hard... to the point he does write a lot of letters and things about them a lot but... he knows not everyone will agree to join him as a demon. So he is keen on making sure you want this for certain.

Overall... Beelby is just a demon who decided to become more human than any of his colleagues... for his sake and love of this world.. and to protect his fellow bugs personally.

Unique Magic:

Lord of Flies

Can communicate with any Bug and so he has his ears everywhere listening to any Conversation He needs to If a Bug ist nearby

[scribblers-shadowlands-arc]

Wish

First rays of light snuck past drapes, coaxing my eyes to open. Leaving blankets and your warmth so soon, doesn’t seem fair. Couldn't the sun wait a little bit more? It’s sunday after all. Though I gotta get up, if there is any hope to cook breakfast before you catch up with me.

But first is to nuzzle into you before going, as it has become a habit of mine. You smell like honey for me today, with a little hint of last night sweat we didn’t bother to shower off. Satisfied with my little ritual I slip out of the covers and get to work.

Not our usual today. We are having dessert. I often insist on something more substantial to keep us going through the day. But what spring sunday mornings are without a little bit of whimsy? Though it’s just pancakes, with a little butter and lots of honey. Don’t make ‘em often, so they are not anything special. But I know you're gonna love them.

Soon you shuffle out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, following a delicious smell. A bit disheveled, jammies half undone, my cute little critter. You lock us into a hug and plant a kiss on my back. Never would have thought that one day I would understand how butter feels sitting on a hot pancake. After holding me for a moment longer, you broke off to help set up a table.

Quiet of us eating was occasionally broken by giggling after a knowing look and some talks about what we're gonna do today. I needed some break for a while so I asked to hang out with you, doing nothing but accompany you while you were doing your things.

I picked the right moment to do nothing but be a snuggle pillow. You decided it’s a prep day for the next session of your long campaign you are running for friends.There is so much to do when prepping for a game. A little bit of tweaks to setting here, to tie up previous player action, some rival speech practice there, and pulling creatures from two different settings into one to make a new encounter.

Best part is you talking my ear off about all the preparations you do. Didn’t understand the majority of things you were telling me, cause I wasn’t really in those fandoms, just didn’t happen for me. But I ask questions and watch how you light up and talk more, half turned to me, being my happy little spoon.

Of course seeing you like this is gonna make me all fuzzy inside. All of this happy, cozy energy needs a way out, so I squeeze you tighter and bit you, digging my canines in your exposed neck. Well, bit is an understatement, more like gnawed for a while with you trying to wriggle away. Admittedly my little mischief took longer to finish all prep stuff. It was way past lunch time when you were done. Guilty as charged.

But now there wasn’t really anything either of us wanted to do this day anymore, which if you think of it, sounded like a perfect finisher for a lazy day off. With some take out orders arriving and shows playing in the background for ambience we did exactly nothing for a while.

We didn’t even talk. Your calm breath, warmth against me, your fingers playing with my hair, being so close there is hardly any space between us. This was good, blissful even. What else is there else to wish for?

[ilovespec]

DEATH ROW CONVICTS AS YANDERE TYPES! as well as + little fics ;)

SPEC :

- Megadere : The name “megadere“ comes from the English word ”mega" (mega), meaning “big".

Megadere's love is similar to fanaticism in many ways. They treat their lover with admiration and delight, so they are not embarrassed for a vivid demonstration of their love feelings. Megadere are ready to do everything possible to get closer to their beloved. In addition, they can walk on the heels of a loved one to attract his/her/it attention.

- Very very , VERY creepy from the outside .

- Bruh, even I was scared just seeing him in real life (joke, I would immediately suggest that he become my wife LOL)

- His object of adoration, in my opinion, would be a shy and slightly timid person. I think he sees such people as nice.

- And this person would also be an ordinary catering worker. For example, as a waiter or cashier in a convenience store.

- When he comes to the institution where you work, he's ALWAYS looking for you. After all, it's only for you and your cute reactions and actions that he comes here.

- But if he ever comes and doesn't see you... You can forget about all the colleagues and visitors who will be in the room at this moment. And yes , one will still live ! Yes! Only in a semi-dead state, and only because he/she said your address. And then, wait for the visit.

On what you thought was an ordinary day , you were given a day off !!! And that's a good thing... After all, every day one very strange person came to your (cafe/shop)....Terribly tall, the whole body is pure muscles.. And he was always smiling and talking to you, and only to you... What made you afraid of him. Which obviously amused him. Well, the main thing is that you are lying down now , and basking in your bed ! And you're literally "cosplaying" pancakes right now, and you haven't gotten out of bed all day... But nothing , the main thing is that you are comfortable . But at night, you wake up to someone looming over you... You open your eyes in shock, and you see that this "strange visitor" is almost sitting on you...! His creepy face is a couple of centimeters away from yours, and he 's got his right hand... Squeezed your jaw, turning your head in different directions...

??? : Hmm... And up close, you're even cuter *giggle*..~

You started violently kicking him, trying to bite or hit him, but he didn't care. With his left hand, he runs his hand through your hair, "slightly" pinches your cheeks (but it seems to you that he wants to tear them off) and just touches you in every possible way to then BITE YOUR CHEEK!!! Of course, you are indignant, because his, fuck, rather sharp teeth left a mark on your cheek, and there is also some saliva left. And he wrapped his arms and legs around you with a contented purr, and buried his face in your neck and fell asleep...

Kaioh Dorian:

- Disposal type : Hayo-gata 排除型 [Getting rid of]

A classic example of killing yandere, to which we are so sensitive in fiction, but ... in reality. Hayo-gata is a type of "get rid of". They eliminate their rivals in the style of the game "Yandere simulator". However, people interpret their behavior incorrectly after watching enough anime (nevertheless, there are people who behave exactly in the style of a fictional character). Fictional yandere are most often hayo, and in the same manga and anime they kill "obstacles" on the way to senpai. In real life, hyo-gatas usually use some kind of social means, for example, threats, simply distancing the opponent from the goal

- His object of adoration would be a plain person. Which he would have liked not only for his appearance but also for his character ... for everything , to be brief !

- You would have met in a restaurant or cafe. You're a waitress/other similar employee. And then you just served him politely when you were at his table.

- And then he started watching you a little bit, falling in love and later being obsessed with you.

- But there was one barrier between his "beloved" (you) and him. Some group of guys who flirt with you all the time... He decides to fix it! After all, his sweetheart (your name) does not deserve such Disrespectful people even thought about you!!!

- After a couple of days, one group of guys who were constantly flirting with you disappeared... But they were found . With broken bones , and limbs almost ground into minced meat. After that, you were afraid to leave the house, which was very useful, it is already clear to whom.

You were nervously sitting on the couch watching the news... A couple more people who somehow showed friendliness in you are missing... It's made you stay at home for a week. Fortunately, your boss gave you the day off, understanding and seeing your condition. And also, thoughts of your "regular customer" were constantly spinning in your head... A huge, middle-aged white man with very beautiful blue eyes and a beard.. He constantly started polite conversations with you, and left big tips, which forced you to continue communicating with him...And now you were standing in the kitchen making chamomile tea to calm your nerves. And as soon as you turn around, a HUGE SINEWY PALM takes a mug of tea from your much smaller palm, and puts it on the countertop that stands next to it. You look up in shock and see him: your regular customer. And he 's leaning towards you ... He hugs you to his chest , and burying himself in the top of your head, mutters softly , ignoring your punches , kicks and attempts to scream.

- ??? : my doll, don't worry... I won't hurt you like those scum who showed you that excessive attention and discomfort...

he gently grabs your face with his free hand.

- ??? : I'm your only one.

Ryuukou Yanagi :

- Definitely 100% tsundere.

- Tsundere: Tsundere is the most common archetype in anime. Such characters tend to show a dual character: from sarcastic and hostile (in Japanese, “tsung-tsung”) to “head over heels in love” (in Japanese, “dere-dere"). In communication with friends, family or classmates, tsundere behave in a nice and friendly way. But when they have a conversation with a loved one, they become rude and sarcastic.

- You would met like this: He was put on death row, and you were one of his guards.

- To his surprise and shock , you treated him with respect and good - naturedly , often talking and joking with him .

- And our dear little pookie dookie Yanagi behaved coldly and rudely towards you, trying to scare you away..

- And you kept smiling at him and joking, but it was obvious that you were slightly offended.

- At first, he thought you were an oddball... But then, he began to feel.. An unexpected need for you ?

- He couldn't live a day without talking to you now...

- It happened when he "broke out" of his ""prison"" cell . Although you can probably say prison cube. Lol.

You've come to your security post once again. You were guarding a prisoner who was sentenced to death. Ryuukou Yanagi. A short, middle-aged Japanese man. And you often talked and joked with him to pass the time... For the first few weeks he behaved coldly and rudely, but gradually he even began to greet you first!!! Which made you very happy. But that's not the point now. You curiously shifted your gaze to Yanagi's camera. He was saying something to the guards and.. WHAT THE HELL?!!!??!! After about 20 seconds, he was already standing outside his cell.. This glass was broken like it was plastic!!! You watched in a stupor as your already, one might say, "friend" - a prisoner killed your two comrades on duty.. And only when he turned his dark eyes on you... Possessed..? You rushed to the exit , but almost immediately Yanagi was able to put you on your shoulder blades and pin you to the floor. He looked at your scared face with some awe for a couple of seconds, and only grinned leaning towards your face as you squirmed.

- Yanagi: Dear...Why are you trying to escape? You wanted to talk to me so much..

After these words, Yanagi lightly stroked your cheek with his left hand. And he had his right hand ready if you tried to escape.

I hope you enjoyed it heehhehehe

[frozenhi-chews]

Another North Star and Rotten Jack tidbit :3

thoughts of pancake finding an injured starlo and taking him back to her hide-out. back when they were still rivals.

North Star cant understand why this outlaw, Rotten Jack, has taken him back to her place and is patching him up and is making him food. surely she has an ulterior motive. hold him captive for randsom. and its not like he can go anywhere, he's injured. Just like Jack when breaking her wing while being in jail. (mmm parallels)

and Jack is litereally trying to make sure he heals cuz there's bandits out in the Wild East who will surely take him back and hurt him more. she has a hide-out hidden in a canyon, her horse lived there and took her to that place. and now she lives there.

and took North Star back to heal him

she was just out riding when she noticed a guy in the sand not moving. Now, monsters are odd, so they could just be doing that recreationally. but nope, its an injured North Star who's on the brink of passing out.

there's some monsters who take the whole Wild East thing more seriously, especially after Starlo decided to actually become a sheriff, patrolling the Wild East town. this, of course, led to others taking it more seriously too. to the point there's now literal bandits.

how North Star got in that situation, he wont say. But he sure is wary of the half human in front of him handing him a stack of chocolate chip flapjacks. and, again, he can't leave till his wounds are mostly healed.

and Jack is like "howdy hey! new friend lessgooo" and he's just looking at her like "as if you didn't torment my town and ended up in jail a few times"

but yeah. more friendship bonding <3

[fruit-salad-ship]

@ that mafia au: don't u fucking dare hurt the girls. They're too damn precious. You better save them somehow in the end. 😭😭😭😭

Oh precious one, this is the AU they both die in :’)

Peach gets taken out by a jilted lover, tells her cousins to get plum out of the building they’ve been lured too, she’ll handle this, but fails. they have to dig her out of the building that collapsed on her, plum cries so loudly the whole town can hear. Days it takes them to pry her away. She does not eat, she does not sleep, and she never sings again. She is left in a home that she built with her lover, and sits alone in the confides, surrounded by loss. No one can console her not even grey. She loses all desire to continue.

Plum eventually goes on a revenge driven rampage to kill the woman who took everything from her. She spends days in the house with only one of peach’s revolvers, they’re part of a set, two of a kind, and one was never recovered. She knows who has the other, there’s no one else who would keep it. With peach’s wedding ring on a chain round her neck, and hers still on her hand, she finally makes a direct move forward.

Plum uses that revolver to find the woman with the other half, the missing gun, taken as a souvenir, proof she felled a monster of a woman, plums wife, the only person she’s ever felt true unbridled, immeasurable love from.

In killing the woman who robbed her of her life, she too is shot down, and upon lying on the floor, gets to drift away from reality to a place peach is sat and waiting for her in. The line between life and death, a waiting room. She gets to see her wife once more, not the vision she last had, a cold lifeless body void of anything recognisable, but peach, as she was prior, healthy and well, warm to touch, just as sturdy as she remembered.

THERE IS HOWEVER AN ALTERNATIVE

Because I too couldn’t stand the tragedy of that ending. Every time I try to write it I end up just crying haha!

Peach goes to face the angry ex and the building comes down, plum thinks her dead and is the first one after fighting to get free, sprinting to start digging through the rubble, hurting her hands and not even thinking to stop. And there under a table, unconscious but alive is peach. She’s been shot, but she’s breathing.

The big woman wakes up in a hospital with plum asleep by her side, right there next to her in bed. Her hands in a cast, her arms feel like she’s torn every muscle in them, but she didn’t expect to wake up. Peach lets plum sleep, she’s got a bag there, clearly she’s been here a while based on what’s around the space. Eventually her wife wakes up and sees her just there, looking at her gently. There’s a lot of tears, both of them crack, the singer was so worried, and the mob boss thought she’d met her end. Both just cry, laugh, a euphoria of the reunion. Plum of course hugs her too tight, forgets she’s broken, the recoil and apology that follows something peach just laughs at.

Peach’s family are relieved, they love her to death (mostly), and with her mother standing down after such a display, once healed peach takes up control with plum by her side, criminals in control, both powerful women.

Plum is this overly doting woman who takes up the leg work of the family jobs, she’s the power behind the power, she becomes fury to make sure her wife, dear precious peach has time to recover without the huge stress of her work.

They live a wonderful life full of travel and love, mornings making pancakes, nights sat by the fire, jobs where they’re making deals, killing rivals and sharing the burdens handed to them. It is hard work, but they’d change nothing, they can do this together. Plum carries on with her singing career, the pub is sold, and peach moves her business to the city so that plum can chase her dream and find her fame.

It is a given, she’s got talent, and within a matter of time she sees her name in lights adorning a huge venue, her wife, forever supportive and beside her just smiling. She had no doubt plum would get here, she commands a room, she is a stone cold killer and knows it. Oozing confidence, there was no surprise when the woman got to start recording songs of her own. They truly are perfect for each other, highs and lows, nothing stops them. Despite peach being crime family royalty it is plum, a humble woman from a normal family that is held above everyone, she deserves a crown, a throne, the entire world, and peach would face an army to give it to her if plum asked.

Trust me when I say I don’t know which one to do, both perhaps, one tragic, one happy. Let everyone decide on their favourite outcome.

Heartbreak though hard to stomach makes a story that tugs at the heart, and that’s why I’m leaning towards the tragic ending, but I hate it. This the the AU where they fall madly in love, perfect pair, completely devoted despite the odds going against them. They don’t care. They get it all, the house together, the quiet beautiful wedding, the drama of family, the love of friends, trips to distant towns to enjoy hotels and sight seeing. Peach has her cousins beside her as her best friends, they’re thick as thieves, and there’s even space for the emotional repair, plum never found her people until now, and peach though herself unlovable thanks to her mom. It is all fixed with them finding each other. SO many sweet moments, painfully beautiful little memories made between two women who just couldn’t find their place in the world, when no one really liked who they were, and wanted them to change to fit the mould, they refused and did things their way, and it worked for them.

I think about mafia way WAY too much.