#pastel breakfast vibes

[dazzlesizzle]

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[toxicanonymity]

Prescott House Bed & Breakfast

IMGs: the Prescott house, gif of older Billy Loomis looking in the mirror with a bloody shirt, and sidney's open window at night

1.8k words, 40+ y/o!Billy Loomis x f!reader For more than 25 years, the old Prescott house was empty and rotting. The last thing the City of Woodsboro wanted was to sensationalize the original murders with a tourist attraction that could inspire copycats. The house changed owners a few times, but the city would never grant permits for renovation, until a charming older couple from out of town bought it with plans to open a bed & breakfast. WARNINGS: I8+ Billy is buff, has scruff, and has (somehow) aged like fine wine...despite supposedly having died. P in V, creampie, light manhandling/restraint, hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock), mild degradation/teasing, pet names, somnophilia adjacent, blood.

The weather was mild when you showed up just before dusk. Pumpkins dotted the street, sitting on nearly every doorstep. In a few weeks, most of them would be jack-o'-lanterns. A light breeze made the leaves dance across the yard as you walked up the path alone.  A grandmotherly woman answered the door, with a man of the same age right behind her ready to take your bag.

She offered you tea and snacks, and you chatted for a bit, then she showed you to your room. She never mentioned the Prescotts.

When she gestured to Sidney’s bedroom door, your heart skipped a beat. You had hoped, but didn’t want to ask for it over the phone. You entered the room, and she turned on the light. 

Your hostess must have seen it in your face. 

“Oh, is this okay?” she asked, concerned. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, it’s perfect.” 

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As soon as you were alone, you turned off the lights, shut the door, took off your shoes, and laid down on the bed, on top of the covers. You thought about how Sidney lived there. Billy visited there. It was exhilarating just being between those walls. 

When you went to shower, your heart raced as you checked behind the curtain. As usual, there was nothing. Nothing but energy. You brushed off your nerves as excitement, but there was a physical element you didn’t expect. The air felt heavy. Not stale, but thick, as if you were pushing through an invisible field as you moved. 

In the shower, that feeling was overtaken by a buzz in your body. It felt you were vibrating with life. You used a shower cap, and the soap smelled like honey-almond. You thought about Billy, and warmth rushed to your loins. You’d thought about him so many times. You imagined him retreating to this very bathroom with blue balls and frantically jerking off. You imagined him looking in the mirror as he did it. You pictured the dark look on his face with all his terrible thoughts and urges simmering in the back of his mind as he stroked his cock. You thought about him coming into the toilet bowl, which made your chest erupt in goosebumps. You turned off the water and squeezed your thighs together as you let the water roll off you. 

After taking off the shower cap and air drying for a minute, you toweled off, applied lotion, and put on a robe to go back to your room.  

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In your bedroom, you turned on a bedside lamp. You put on your white floral nightgown and frilly white socks. You slowly went around the room looking at everything. You weren’t sure anything was original, but the pastel floral bedspread had a nineties vibe. You looked in a mirror on the wall and felt like you were looking at someone else. Your fingers came to your face, and your cheek was hot to the touch. Your arms were, too, and your chest. The air was thick again, and it felt like you were moving in slow motion. You went to the window and pulled back the lace, cream curtains to have a look outside. It was hard to see with the glare, so you slid the bottom window pane up, then locked it in place. The breeze that swept in felt like heaven. There wasn’t much to see. You closed the curtains but left the window open. 

You turned off the lamp as you got in bed. As you laid there in the slight moonlight, your body was throbbing with energy, but you were sleepy from your travels. The faint chirping of crickets lulled you to sleep without much difficulty.

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A chill fell over the room in the middle of the night, stirring you half-awake.  You felt exposed, but couldn’t reach the covers to pull them back up. Then you felt a weight descend on your hips. You opened your eyes to the looming silhouette of a man straddling you. Your heart jumped and you drew in a mouthful of air to scream, only for a large, cool hand to clamp down over your mouth. The man lowered his torso over yours and brought his mouth to your ear to warn, “Be quiet for me, babe.” 

You struggled and whined into his palm. He brought his other forearm to your chest to hold you down roughly. “ Quiet ,” he demanded through gritted teeth. You nodded in compliance. 

As your eyes adjusted, more details came into focus. His hair was messy and he had scruff. His shoulders were built. His biceps swelled out from his short sleeves. There was some dark, abstract design all over the front of his white t-shirt, which stretched over his strong pecs and the hint of a soft belly. He was in boxers. He was probably in his 40s. 

He kneed your bare legs apart and you felt the cool air on your bare cunt as your eyes filled with tears. He smiled with one side of his mouth and it hit you like a freight train – Billy Loomis. He was too old, too built to be Billy, but his smile, and the glint in his eyes left no doubt in your mind. Your eyes widened, and your face softened. He braced his hands on either side of you and laid his hips into yours. What you felt against your front was warm, hard, and massive. You moaned into his hand, and a look of satisfaction spread across his face. 

“Gonna be quiet for me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. 

You were already dripping wet. You nodded. 

“Good.” He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth. 

“Billy?” you whispered. Then he whispered your name back with a slow thrust against you that made you close your eyes and bite your lip in pleasure. 

His pelvis lifted away, and through the cotton of his boxers, you could feel his heavy balls graze your leg as he moved to straddle a thigh. He was making room to wedge a hand between your legs. “ Mmm ,” he growled at first contact. He slowly rubbed you with three flattened fingers, just enough to gather your arousal and bring it to his lips. Your face heated up at the sight of blood on his fingers. He sucked his index finger and inhaled sharply through his nose. Then he sucked his other fingers clean and got back between your legs. He casually pulled his boxers down below his balls and ass, and his stiff cock bobbed heavily, hypnotizing you before he held his shaft in his hand with his thumb at the tip. 

“You're one of those sickos ,” he taunted. “ into psychos like me .” He shook his head in mock disapproval. You didn't bother denying it. “That's okay, baby .”

He scrunched up your nightgown, hiked up your thigh, then lined himself up at your wet little hole. As soon as the tip hit your wetness, your walls were clenching, begging for it. 

Holding your thigh and bracing a hand by your hip, he plunged his length into you, and his lips drew together with effort as his girth divided your insides. With a punch of his hips, he bottomed out and audibly released his breath. The stretch burned, but quickly faded. He paused and stared down at you, his chest and stomach expanding in rhythm with heavy breaths. 

He released your thigh and you  wrapped your legs around him. He withdrew a few inches, then shoved in again. He lowered himself so his tummy touched your middle as he began to pound you. He grunted and sighed quietly and and an orgasm brewed in your lower belly. 

After a minute, he lowered more of his weight onto you, planting his forearms on your pillow on either side of your head. A salty drop of sweat fell in your mouth. His shirt was wet, and it seeped through to your gown. Your nipples sharpened under the damp fabric.  He was giving it to you hard, and picking up the pace. The bed shook as he buried his length in you. He was bigger than you imagined. His whole body - bigger than any pictures you'd ever seen. Solid and strong. He felt realer than anyone you’d ever been with or even kissed. 

Without easing up the power of his thrusts, he slowed down a bit and widened the stance of his arms to lower his forehead to the pillow. His scruff brushed your cheek. He stroked your other cheek with his thumb. After a few seconds, you moaned and he raised his head to meet your eyes.  “Yeah,” he breathed, “I know what you want, baby.”

His cum, you wanted his cum.

You moaned as he hit the right spot and your lower torso tensed with the pressure of your building climax. He covered your mouth again, and his palm was warmer by then. You lowered your left left foot and watched his pale ass flex above the waistband of his boxers as he fucked you. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, and that sent you over the edge. The pressure burst, and pleasure flooded your system with each wave of your peak. You whimpered into his hand. 

“Fuck ,” he panted, fucking you through it as you clenched around him. He plunged to the hilt and erupted with a sigh. His moan was quiet but deep and drawn out, painting your insides with warm bursts. He backed up, then bottomed out again. And as you finished milking his cock, he brought his lips to yours. His lips felt full and soft. The kiss was smooth but aggressive, his tongue breaching your lips right away. He moaned into your mouth, releasing the last of his load. When he was empty, he broke the kiss with a sigh, then pulled out. 

You tingled head to toe as your body brought itself back together again. He gently gripped your jaw and read your eyes. “Later, babe ” He gave you another kiss, closed mouth, before sitting back and pulling on his boxers. You laid in stunned silence as he exited through the window. You dipped a finger between your legs to check for your period, but you didn't find anything but cum. 

You put on a robe and used your phone's flashlight to get to the bathroom, your body still buzzing everywhere.  You looked in the mirror and almost dropped your phone when you saw your nightgown was smeared with dark blood.

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Thank you for reading! I have certain fantasies, and this one really wanted my attention. I used to have sleep paralysis.

[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, well, I shouldn't have made myself think about Fig and Fabian's little sister, because now I have a whole fucking concept for her and her adventuring party in her Aguefort years, complete with Sandra Lynn and Jawbone fankids.

So... say hello to the Hellraisers, named for the fact that they had to perform an exorcism on their first day:

Faroe Lomenelda Faeth (she/her): The party wildcard and ultimate pastel goth, Faroe looked up to both of her older siblings from the get-go, even if her big brother insisted that they were archrivals sworn to destroy each other (it became more and more of an inside joke as she grew older). Taking a page out of both of their books, she became a bard---specifically, a College of Spirits bard, because she always loved the spooky stories about ghost ships and drowned sailors---but she also took a page out of Cathilda's book and became a Swashbuckler rogue, which really just meant that she could spar with Fabian and Fig whenever she wanted. Even though she never met Bill Seacaster, growing up in a converted pirate ship definitely gave her a love for the pirate aesthetic... though, she has absolutely inherited her dad's love of yogurt. Just mango-strawberry with fruit chunks instead of lemon. Hey, it just means that she can sleep in and eat a yogurt cup for breakfast on the way to school.

Parker O'Shaughnessy (he/they): One half of the Hellraiser's werewolf twins, Parker definitely inherited his dad and big sister's wild, grunge-meets-crust-punk energy. So much so, in fact, that he wound up becoming a Path of the Beast barbarian, fully embracing his wolf side and becoming almost as much of a wildcard as Faroe is. In fact, they're actually Faroe's best friend, and while they only sort of consider each other semi-siblings due to both being Fig's younger siblings, Parker and Faroe are definitely the revival of the Kristen-and-Fig chaos of the old days. Also, Parker is the drummer in Faroe's band, the Go-Ghosts. She's the lead singer and guitarist.

Luna O'Shaughnessy (she/they): The other half of the werewolf twins, Luna was much closer to her adopted sister and her cousin growing up, and she developed a deep fascination with the wonders and mysteries of magic. So much so, in fact, that she ended up not only dedicated herself to a god of magic, becoming an Arcana Domain cleric, but she also learned the secrets of wizardry, becoming a School of Conjuration wizard. And yes, this multiclass means that they're the backbone of the Hellraisers, in both healing abilities and crazy spell shenanigans. Everyone's a tiny bit scared of them, which they don't understand---from their perspective, they're just an awkward nerd who's passionate about their interests. Luna also plays the keyboard in the Go-Ghosts, inspired by years of tinkering around on the piano in Mordred Manor.

Marsh Runecarver (he/him): Marsh is from a Goliath family, but having an Archfey warlock for a dad has resulted in him being a Hexblood. He started school about a year later than normal due to his fey nature manifesting at an early age, so he's a bit older than the rest of the party---and definitely wiser. Marsh is a Circle of the City druid, and he's got a kind of laid-back, solarpunk vibe to him, which definitely lends well to him kind of being the unofficial older brother of the Hellraisers. Funnily enough, Marsh is also popular, in the sense that he's really nice to everyone, remembers everyone's name, and gets along with people really easily. He's also a fantastic bass player.

Arko Spitz (they/them): The party’s resident “little guy,” Arko is a goblin and a Battlesmith artificer, who uses their skills with tech and robotics for... well, a number of things. For one, they're a theater techie who started out manning a spotlight and quickly graduated to running and programming the lighting board, and they've also designed some special effects. For two, Arko's inventions have proven invaluable, either in combat or when there needs to be spying done. And for three... they have a well-earned reputation as the greatest prankster that Aguefort Adventuring Academy has ever seen. They don't even have the wild "class clown" energy, they just like to make robots and do crazy things with them to see if they can. The academy waits in anticipation and dread whenever the word "hypothesis" comes out of Arko's mouth.

Roshini Gupta (she/her): Captain of the cheer squad and high-femme lesbian icon, Roshini is a fire genasi and the Hellraiser's third multiclass---well, she's mostly a Sun Soul monk, but she's also got a few levels of Genie warlock in there (and yes, her patron is her parent). She's well aware that she's the only prep in a party full of alternative oddballs, but she doesn't mind at all, and she's always very supportive of everything her party members get up to. Like, Roshini will attend every Go-Ghost gig, pick out supplies for every hare-brained scheme that Parker and Arko are planning, help organize every Green Team event with Marsh, and so. Much. More. Roshini believes in bringing the cheerleader spirit to everything she does, so much so that the Hellraisers have joked that she should take a level of paladin.

Aaaaaand... that's it!

(Picrews here in case anybody wants to draw these goobers)

[cupcakewebkinz]

Napping in the kitchen~

✿ After Sprout had kidnapped- erm- saved Cosmo, he spent most of the night tending to him. This is the morning after, full of gay shenanigans and fluff, only good vibes :] ✿

✮ Caretaker Shanon au- and now caretaker Sam fr- is mine! ✮

❀ @soupiestzilla look it's more undoomed yaoi, and fruitcake shenanigans (ik you love my Sprout hehe) ❀

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Cosmo sat up slowly, gently grabbing the soft blanket that now covered him in pure drowsy confusion, blinking a few times as he slowly gathered his bearings and tried to understand everything. He then yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes, then looked over at his side. Sprout was there, barely awake, his eyes mostly closed as he shivered. He had a wet rag in his hand, his long leafy hair in a ponytail, and a sleepy content smile on his face.

"Mornin sugar cookie." He said quietly, making Cosmo blink a few more times. He hasn't heard that nickname in years... He blushed as he smiled.

"Good morning, uh, where are we again? I'm certain the walls of Gardenview weren't... Pastel pink.." Cosmo pointed out quietly, watching as Sprout got up from the floor and stretched.

"Sam's house. Sorry I kidnapped you." Came the casual reply from the berry as he strolled to the closet, acting like this was a normal day. Cosmo couldn't blame him though, it was pretty cozy, everything felt safe for the first time in years, and he couldn't help but soon smile a bit himself.

"It's alright, I love you, Sprout." He called out from the bed as he slowly pulled off the fuzzy light green blanket and started to get out of bed, watching his boyfriend as his overgrown leafy tail started wagging.

"I love you too, my sweetie pie~" Sprout happily replied, sounding a bit more excited as he turned around, looking right back at the now standing swissroll. Cosmo couldn't help but smile wide at that, his own lil tail wagging a little bit as he looked at his sleepily happy partner. He missed this- they missed this- they missed each other so much.

"Wanna go make breakfast with me?" Cosmo asked quietly, getting a laugh and nod from Sprout, who was way too hyper for his own good from just seeing his favorite person back up and acting normal.

"Hell yeah! I'd always want to make breakfast with you!" Sprout cheered, acting uncharacteristically cheerful and full of life. Cosmo couldn't lie, it was fucking precious, even though his tiredness was pretty obvious. He wondered if Sprout got any sleep last night... He was certain he didn't, he looked rough. Though he didn't ask as he walked over, offering his hand to the tired Berry man, and once he took it, the two were off... Until Cosmo realized he had NO idea where he was going and was just standing in the hallway. Sprout just chuckled a little before he took the lead, leading him right to the pretty massive kitchen for the small house they were in.

"Woah... This is such a nice kitchen!" Cosmo complimented, looking over all the modern appliances and lots of cabinets, even running over and looking over the island in the middle of the huge kitchen area. Sprout just watched quietly, giggling at the overly enthusiastic swissroll as he looked over everything.

"Sam's a baker, so they have quite a lot of stuff, I actually help them run their bakery when I'm not with Shells and Vee." Sprout explained as he went over and sat on one of the barstools around the island, putting the rag he was holding the entire time down on it. He then rubbed his eyes a little, but Cosmo didn't notice that one bit as he was on a counter, looking at all of the various mixing bowls Sam had.

"Really?! That's so cool! I'm so happy for you! How are they doing, anyways? I haven't talked to either Vee or Shelly in... I think a year now?" Cosmo asked, getting a snort of surprise from Sprout.

"Cosmo... It's been... Over ten... They're... They're pretty happy though, they call each other wife now and Vee went from being scared of acting outside of the whole annoying "arrogant tv host" act to being herself around everyone though. Dude she really likes dogs... And dinosaurs... Oh and glitter, Vee coats everything in glitter now, except Shelly. Shelly's pretty much the same though, always happy and giving those dinosaur hugs to everyone she sees. It's been pretty nice honestly." Sprout explained, watching Cosmo as he got everything out for pancake making, though he did notice the other was starting to give him an odd look.

"Hey what happened to always scolding me for standing on the counters?" Cosmo teased, making Sprout snort and giggle.

"I've been watching you, dummy. I know you're not being stupid... Keep it that way or I'll ban you from the counters here too." Sprout teased right back, then yawned as he rubbed his eyes again. Cosmo squinted, soon sitting on the counter, mixing bowl plopped on his lap.

"Did you sleep AT ALL last night?" Cosmo asked, getting a defeated sigh in reply.

"I was scared if I fell asleep, it would've been a dream I would've woken up from and you wouldn't be there anymore..." Sprout confessed quietly, getting a worried sigh from Cosmo as he slid off the counter, then put the bowl on there before he went right to Sprout's side. He just gently gave him a hug, letting the exhausted Berry snuggle up against him.

"Sprout... I'm here now, I'm real, I won't leave here without you I promise. None of this is a dream, I swear." Cosmo softly reassured, reaching up and gently flicking one of Sprout's bangs out of his face afterwards. Sprout just chuckled at that, blowing a raspberry at him afterwards.

"I will once we eat breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day. Is that fair?"

"Only if we cuddle." Cosmo demanded, sticking out his own tongue at him afterwards. Sprout just poked it, making Cosmo cringe a bit before he was a giggling disaster.

"Obviously we'll cuddle, what nap is good without cuddles?!" Sprout replied as he patted Cosmo's head, then yawned yet again. Cosmo just nodded, though before he left to actually start making breakfast, he ruffled Sprout's ponytail with a chaotic little giggle. Sprout faked being offended while Cosmo ran off, now laughing.

"Your hair is so fun now!"

"You and Vee both agree on that one... I have been debating keeping it long, it's kinda fun having it up." Sprout said as he fixed his ponytail a bit, then he put his head back in his hands, watching Cosmo as he happily started making the pancake batter he always made in the mornings back in Gardenview- just much less since he's only feeding three people now.

"I think it looks nice no matter what you do with it, though I can't lie, it's really funny seeing you out of all toons with a ponytail. I'm guessing it's keeping it out of your face?" Cosmo asked as he quickly yet quietly started to get the pan ready for the pancakes, just giving Sam a quick wave when they came in.

"Yeah, it goes right in my face if it's not up, I actually woke up thinking I was blind twice because of it. Good morning by the way, Sam." Sprout explained, getting just a simple nod from the two.

"Morning idiots, don't burn my house down please." Sam stated as they just made themselves a cup of iced coffee, getting nods from the two before Sprout yawned and stretched, while Cosmo just started on the first pancake.

"Don't worry, I won't burn a thing!" Cosmo reassured, making Sprout raise an eyebrow.

"Not even your fingers?"

"Nope, I won't burn a thing." Cosmo reassured yet again, getting a sleepy yet amused grin from Sprout as he sat up again.

"You better be telling the truth, I don't want to fight the pancakes for hurting you. I'll even bash it with a chair." Sprout teased, making Cosmo burst out laughing while Sam just held back a laugh and sighed, shaking their head.

"You two are so stupid." Sam simply commented before leaving again, getting a shrug from Sprout. He knew they loved them, though he knew they also never really said that. Cosmo just focused on making breakfast, humming to himself and being in his own little world, and Sprout couldn't help but admire that. Well, he did until he fell asleep, having fallen asleep as he sat at the island. Cosmo had absolutely no idea, just having his fun as he did one of his favorite things to do.

"We should see if the other two want to come over sometime, maybe we all can make cookies together again, wouldn't that be fun?" Cosmo asked, oblivious. Though after getting no reply for a minute, he got concerned and tuned to look at the other, who was very much asleep and using his arms as a pillow, his face buried deep in the fuzzy sleeves of his sweater. Cosmo blinked at the sight, then chuckled and shook his head, going right back to cooking quietly since he knew he would be fine napping there for now. Though once breakfast was made, Cosmo went over and very gently woke him up again.

"Hey, come on, you need to lay down." Cosmo softly ushered, getting just a drowsy little "m'kay" in response, and soon the cakeroll was leading a very sleepy strawberry to the living room. Once Sprout was comfortable on the couch though, he was out yet again, being way too tired to function. Sam just covered him up with a blanket and patted his head, looking at Cosmo afterwards.

"He still worries about everyone way too much, huh? Didn't sleep at all last night because he was worrying about you again?" They asked, and he just nodded.

"He was worried I wasn't real, or something like that. With everything that apparently happened though, I can't blame him, especially if it really has been ten years." Cosmo explained, making Sam nod in understanding as they patted his sweet little cake head.

"Yeah it has been ten years since Gardenview closed, that's true. However, how do we know you're not a fake, huh?" Sam teased, though Cosmo just grinned innocently.

"You said "fuck you you little shit" to the oven after Sprout forgot to turn it off right in front of Delilah and she forever teased you about swearing at work so you never did it again." Cosmo stated, making Sam sigh as they looked away, now blushing from complete embarrassment.

"You win little buddy, you're definitely the real one. Welcome home."

"Thank you... Uh... Could you tell me everything I missed though? It seems like a lot happened..."

"Of course, come over here and sit down with me, it's going to take a while." Sam replied, patting the chair they were on. Soon the two were just catching up on everything, both just quietly chatting away as Sprout finally got some much needed sleep... Just... Without waking up coated in glitter this time.

Fortunately.

[blissfulflw]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒

Pairing- Kondou Chisa x fem reader

Genre- fluff

Word count- 2139

Requested: @1luvkarina

A/N: I thought this idea would be so cute, butchered it a lil but that don’t matter

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. The scent of something sweet wafted in from the kitchen, stirring you from your slumber. You blinked sleepily, stretching out in the bed that you shared with Chisa Kondou, your ever-energetic partner.

A soft clatter followed by a muffled curse piqued your curiosity. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and listened as Chisa hummed a cheerful tune, clearly attempting to mask the chaos unfolding in the kitchen.

Slipping out of bed, you padded down the hallway, the aroma of pancakes growing stronger with each step. As you entered the kitchen, the sight before you was both endearing and amusing.

Chisa stood at the stove, her hair slightly disheveled, flour smudged across her cheek, and wearing an apron adorned with cartoonish hearts. She was meticulously flipping pancakes, each one attempting—and failing—to resemble a heart.

“Good morning, sunshine!” she greeted, turning to you with a bright smile. “Happy birthday!”

You chuckled, taking in the mess around her—bowls, utensils, and batter splattered across the counters. “Chisa, did a flour bomb go off in here?”

She pouted playfully. “Hey, making heart-shaped pancakes is harder than it looks! But I wanted to surprise you.”

You walked over, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind. “Consider me surprised and thoroughly charmed.”

She leaned back into your embrace, sighing contentedly. “I wanted to make today special for you.”

You rested your chin on her shoulder, watching as she poured more batter into the pan. “You always make every day special, Chisa.”

She turned her head to kiss your cheek. “Flatterer.”

After breakfast, you spent the morning lounging on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. Chisa insisted on watching your favorite movie, even though she’d seen it millions of times.

As the credits rolled, she turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Ready for your next surprise?”

You raised an eyebrow. “There’s more?”

She nodded. “Picnic in the park. I’ve packed all your favorite snacks.”

You smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

The sun was beginning its descent, casting long, golden beams across the park. The sky was painted in pastel hues of soft pink and tangerine, and the gentle rustling of the leaves overhead created a quiet symphony in the background. You walked beside Chisa along the winding path, her hand firmly interlaced with yours. The basket she carried swung lightly at her side, its woven body stuffed with little cloth-wrapped bundles and a bouquet of snacks peeking out.

“I found this spot the other day when I was out with the students,” she said, eyes shining with excitement. “It’s private, sunny, and has the perfect tree.”

You chuckled, amused by her infectious energy. “The perfect tree, huh? What makes a tree perfect?”

“It’s big, it’s shady, and it listens,” she replied with mock solemnity. “Like a good friend. I even gave it a name.”

“Oh no.”

She grinned. “Say hello to Gerald.”

Sure enough, as you rounded the corner, there stood an enormous oak tree, its limbs stretched out like open arms. Beneath it, a patch of grass welcomed you, lush and soft.

“Gerald’s got a vibe,” you admitted.

“I knew you’d understand.”

Chisa dropped the basket gently and pulled out a folded blanket, shaking it open with practiced flair. You helped her press it flat, the two of you laughing when a breeze tried to steal a corner. Soon, you were seated shoulder to shoulder, watching the sunlight flicker through the leaves above like stained glass.

From the basket, Chisa unveiled a spread that warmed your heart—neatly packed rice balls shaped like cats, fruit skewers arranged in rainbow order, little jam-filled cookies in heart shapes, and your favorite bottled tea.

“You really went all out,” you murmured, touched.

“Only the best for the birthday girl.” She popped a grape into your mouth before you could reply, giggling at your surprised chew.

As the meal unfolded, you found yourselves sprawled on the blanket, feet tangled together, hands occasionally brushing over the same cookie. There was an effortless comfort in the way she leaned into you, her head nestled against your shoulder, her hair tickling your neck.

At some point, she reached into the basket again, pulling out a small, velvet-wrapped box.

Your heart gave a quiet skip. “What’s this?”

She sat up, suddenly a little shy. “Okay. Don’t get too excited—it’s not that. Yet. But it’s something I’ve been meaning to give you.”

You took the box gently, lifting the lid. Inside, nestled in a bed of soft silk, was a silver bracelet. A single charm dangled from it—a delicate heart, engraved with your initials.

“I saw it in a shop a few weeks ago,” Chisa said, her voice softer now, a rare seriousness flickering in her tone. “And I thought… that’s it. That’s what I want her to have. A little piece of how much she means to me.”

You looked from the bracelet to her, your throat tightening with affection. “Chisa…”

“It’s a promise,” she continued, reaching out to help fasten it around your wrist. “That no matter how busy life gets, no matter how chaotic things feel… I’ll always make time for this. For you.”

You threw your arms around her without thinking, pulling her into a warm, breathless hug.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words muffled in her shoulder.

She smiled, burying her nose in your hair. “I love you too. You’re my favorite part of every day.”

The sun dipped a little lower as the two of you sat there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world fading into golden quiet. Gerald stood watch above you like a proud chaperone, rustling gently in approval.

And for a while, nothing else mattered but the beating of hearts, and the feeling of home found in each other’s arms.

_____

The wind was cooler now, brushing soft over your cheeks and stirring Chisa’s hair as you sat back together on the blanket. The light had shifted—no longer golden, but warm and dusky, casting long shadows beneath Gerald’s outstretched limbs.

Chisa’s hand remained in yours, fingers woven through yours so naturally, it felt like they’d always been there. She was still leaned close, head resting against your temple, her eyes on the sky above where pinks and purples were deepening toward indigo.

“Do you ever think,” she said quietly, “that we could just… pause everything? Stay in this one moment and never move forward?”

You turned slightly, watching her eyes follow the clouds overhead. Her expression was calm, but something wistful flickered in her tone.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Sometimes I wish I could bottle it. Every laugh, every breeze, every time you look at me like I’m the only one you see.”

Chisa smiled gently. “You are, though.”

Your heart fluttered again, like it had the first time she kissed you in that cluttered classroom during an impromptu tutoring session, laughter between whispered confessions and scattered textbooks.

She leaned back on her hands, letting her head fall toward your shoulder. “Do you remember when I asked you out?”

You grinned. “How could I forget? You burst into my room with a bouquet of highlighters and yelled, ‘Let’s make our future bright together!’”

Chisa laughed—pure, musical. “I still stand by that line. Poetic genius.”

“You’re lucky I was already in love with you.”

She sat up straighter, face mock-offended. “Already? So I had no chance to sweep you off your feet?”

“You’ve been sweeping me off my feet since the day you sat next to me and started color-coding my notes without asking.”

She tilted her head, smile turning thoughtful. “I was nervous, you know. You always looked so… serious. Like you were carrying something heavy.”

You hesitated. “I was.”

She didn’t press you. She didn’t have to. Instead, she shifted closer, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning into your side again.

“I’m glad you let me in,” she said softly.

“I’m glad you stayed.”

_____

Night had crept in almost unnoticed. The park had grown quiet, lit now only by the moonlight breaking through the leaves. But as you were folding the blanket, ready to head back, something magical happened.

Fireflies began to flicker into view, dotting the space around you like stars pulled down to earth.

You gasped softly. “It’s like the world knew this moment needed sparkle.”

Chisa twirled on her heels, reaching out her hand toward you. “Dance with me?”

There was no music. Just the distant chirp of crickets and the whisper of leaves. But you didn’t hesitate.

You took her hand, stepping into her arms beneath Gerald’s outstretched limbs. She held you like it was natural, swaying gently, her forehead against yours.

Her voice was a whisper. “I know we’re not dancing in a ballroom… and I don’t have a fancy dress… but I’ve never felt more like a princess.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, smiling. “You always make me feel like I’m living in a fairytale.”

She hummed, spinning you once, clumsily but joyfully, and you both dissolved into laughter when you nearly stumbled into her chest.

You stayed like that for what felt like forever—just two women, in love, under the stars and flickering lights of nature’s quiet celebration.

_____

Later, back home, you curled up on the couch together, wrapped in a shared blanket, the soft hum of the kettle warming the quiet apartment. The bracelet still circled your wrist, catching the lamplight, a gentle reminder of Chisa’s promise.

As you waited for the tea, she nudged you gently. “So… next birthday? I’m thinking skydiving.”

You blinked. “Skydiving?”

“Okay, maybe indoor skydiving. I don’t think I trust the sky with you just yet.”

You laughed. “Or maybe we just stay under trees with names and eat slightly burnt pancakes.”

She leaned over, kissing you slowly, the kind of kiss that promised more laughter, more moments, more mornings and picnics and dreams too big for even the sky.

When she pulled back, she smiled against your lips. “Anywhere you are—that’s where I want to be.”

You raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a sly grin. “Mm? I guess you’re feeling pretty pleased with yourself after my birthday picnic, huh?”

Her grin mirrored yours. “Of course. I saw the tears in your eyes. You were moved.”

“I was manipulated by cat-shaped rice balls,” you deadpanned.

“Oh come on. They had little seaweed whiskers! You loved them.”

“Yeah, yeah. You win this round.” You stretched, resting your arms behind your head as you eyed her thoughtfully. “But now it’s my turn.”

She tilted her head. “Your turn to what?”

“To outdo you.”

Chisa blinked. “Wait. What?”

You leaned in closer, tapping her nose with a finger. “You heard me. Your birthday is next month, and I’ve officially entered planning mode.”

She instantly looked alarmed in the most endearing way. “Planning mode? Is that like… when you alphabetize your spice rack and create color-coded to-do lists for fun?”

You smirked. “Yes. But birthday edition.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Chisa tried to play it cool, but you saw the slight blush forming on her cheeks. “You don’t have to do anything crazy. Really. I’m easy to please!”

You gasped in mock offense. “Are you suggesting I wouldn’t go crazy for the woman who made me pancakes shaped like deformed hearts?”

“They were cat-themed abstract art! There’s a difference!”

You giggled, throwing a pillow at her, which she caught effortlessly. She tossed it back with a smug grin. “Besides, you never said what was wrong with a quiet night in…”

“Oh, Chisa. Sweet, naive Chisa.” You scooted closer, draping yourself over her dramatically. “Do you really think I’d let your birthday pass with just tea and TV?”

“…Yes?” she said, visibly sweating now.

You kissed her temple with exaggerated pity. “You poor soul. I already made a spreadsheet.”

Her face dropped. “You’re terrifying.”

“Terrifyingly romantic,” you corrected.

She shook her head, giggling helplessly as you began listing possible themes aloud:

“ChisaFest 2025. Kondoupalooza. Operation: Teacher Takeover.”

“Oh my god, no—”

“Too late. I’m already designing the invitations.”

She squealed, burying her face in her hands as you wrapped your arms around her from behind. “This is revenge, isn’t it?”

You whispered close to her ear, smug and smugger still: “This is love, Chisa. Sweet, well-organized, Pinterest-board-level love.”

She melted into your arms, cheeks rosy and laughter bubbling from her lips. “Fine. But if you make me wear a tiara, I will retaliate.”

“Oh, you wish it was just a tiara.”

She groaned dramatically, but the sparkle in her eyes gave her away.

And beneath all the teasing, all the plans and playful threats, was a quiet truth between you: she had made you feel seen, cherished, and loved on your day—and now it was your turn to do the same.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Extra 2.0 OC Favorites!

Some more characters from What Lurks In The Hollow, Zach Taylors and Amy Millihan!

Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast and if they're an introvert/ambivert/extrovert then change up any one of the five favorite things categories for the next round. BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!

Zach Taylors

Favorites:

Color: Graphite black/dark gray

Season: Spring

Shoe Choice: Worn-out black converse studded with metal spikes and chains that were added to it through a DIY

Weapon: Pocket-knife

Food: Cheap diner hamburgers with curly fries

Drink: Vanilla Ice Cream Milkshake

Style: Improvised goth style with dark ripped denim pants, band shirts, studded belts with chains, fingerless gloves with black fish netting, tin rings and black leather vests.

Mode of Transportation: Skateboard

Animals: Geckos and lizards. Has one gecko named Mark, whom he stole from a parked pet store truck.

Pastime: Reading good books by the campfire

Breakfast: White chocolate protein bars

Personality: Ambivert.

Songs:

I'm Alive - Shinedown

Hayloft - Mother Mother

I'm Just A Kid - Simple Plan

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Welcome to the black parade! - My Chemical Romance

Amy Millihan

Favorites:

Color: Pastel, especially pastel yellow

Season: Winter

Shoe Choice: Purple sneakers with star patches

Weapon: Baseball bat

Food: Fried chicken wings with barbecue sauce

Drink: Soda

Style: Simple long-sleeved shirts usually under a T-shirt with a fun pattern, thrift shop pants and a backpack

Mode of Transportation: Her creaky old pastel yellow bike

Animal: Both cats and dogs!

Pastime: Watching movies to fall asleep or to have a movie night, when Dylan has the time.

Breakfast: Waffles with chocolate

Personality: Mild extrovert, wary extrovert lol

Songs:

Butterfly Fly Away - Miley Cyrus

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cindy Lauper

Here's to Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Fox On The Run - Sweet

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @wyked-ao3, @topazadine @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid @thecomfywriter

@thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @amaiguri

@cherrychiplip @thecomfywriter @thelovelymachinery

@differentnighttale, @leahnardo-da-veggie

[meowzfordayz]

hiiii T!! I wanted to check in on you cuz I was thinking about you <333 how r u?

Hiya Rose !! 💗 I’m doing alright; I’m honored that you were thinking about meee. 🤭 Visited Spain last week, so that’s great, but have also had a cold since Monday, so that’s less great. 🤪 I’m applying to grad school atm, but other than that just working, climbing, and spending time w/ loved ones. 😁 Sending you pastel paint, leftovers for breakfast, and wonderful weekend vibes! 💓

[dangermousie]

I am incredibly amused that the princes all inhabit different fashion universes. Here are the three members of the pastel club, sort of like male versions of Ally Sheedy's character after the make over in The Breakfast Club:

Here is So, looking like the ultimate shoujo protagonist or perhaps if Goryeo had a Byronic hero type:

Here is Yo, with the eyeliner, channeling the whole glam rocker goes evil period vizier vibe:

Poor Crown Prince is dressed as if he's in one of those proper KBS traditional sageuks:

I mean you stick him and So in the same frame and it's quite a contrast. One is riding the windswept moors howling his lost love's name and one is busy discussing salt tax and smelting:

Also, I feel a lot more charitable towards Yong Hwa than I was before, mainly because it kinda sucks when your dating pool is your brothers.

I will leave you with this image of So smirking at porn, presumably finding it inferior in quality...

It is pretty Victorian as far as that stuff goes...

[kyungminxxy]

Healthy girly morning

A healthy soft pink "girly" morning focuses on balanced nutrition, mindful self-care, and gentle movement while keeping that dreamy, elegant vibe. Here’s how you can make your morning both aesthetic and wellness-focused.

1. Wake Up Feeling Refreshed

Try to sleep 7-9 hours for a natural glow.

Avoid checking your phone first thing—stretch lightly instead.

Open your curtains for natural sunlight to regulate your circadian rhythm.

2. Hydration & Detox

Start with a warm glass of lemon water to boost digestion.

A collagen-infused drink (like berry-infused water or matcha) for skin health.

3. Nourishing Breakfast

Choose a nutrient-dense yet aesthetically pleasing meal:

Pink Smoothie Bowl – blend strawberries, bananas, Greek yogurt, and almond milk.

Avocado Toast with Eggs – for protein and healthy fats.

Oatmeal with Berries & Honey – for long-lasting energy and glowing skin.

4. Light Morning Movement

A 15-minute Pilates or yoga session for flexibility and posture.

Go for a walk in fresh air for a natural mood boost.

Stretching while listening to soft K-pop or classical music.

5. Glow-Up Skincare Routine

Wash your face with a hydrating cleanser and apply sunscreen.

Use a gua sha or jade roller for lymphatic drainage and a sculpted face.

Apply lip balm or a soft pink tint for a natural glow.

6. Mindful & Elegant Start

Read a few pages of a motivational or wellness book.

Write down 3 things you’re grateful for to set a positive tone.

Light a soft floral candle for a calming atmosphere.

7. Dress in Soft, Feminine Comfort

Wear a light pink or pastel-colored cozy outfit.

Keep your hair neat (a soft ponytail or loose waves).

Apply a light floral or fruity perfume to feel fresh all day.

8. Stay Hydrated & Energized

Sip on matcha or green tea for antioxidants.

Carry a cute water bottle to remind yourself to drink throughout the day.

Have a small snack like nuts or fruit to keep energy levels stable.

[whatinthe-greenbeans]

1-98 ask game

Im not gonna answer some of them just cause 1- I’m lazy, and 2- I couldn’t think of an answer. I’ll just put N/A (no answer) for those ones

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Mugs definitely, I love mugs. Teacups are a close second though, those are pretty cool.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubble gum (this also depends on what brand of bubble gum though)

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was homeschooled so idk

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda cans/bottles, whatever the soda originally came in basically

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Grunge or goth

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones 100%

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, movies are too much commitment

9. favorite smell in the summer?

This is oddly specific, my mind is blank

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Again, homeschooled. I’ve never done p.e.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

A bowl of cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“More unnamed vibes ✨🕺”

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The kite runner was really good. I also loved when we read Shakespeare

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

It depends which part of my body hurts that day

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

combat boots

18. ideal weather?

When it’s really sunshiney right after it rains

19. sleeping position?

On my side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notes app or google docs if I’m on my laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

✨dinosaurs✨

22. role model?

N/A

23. strange habits?

I have a lot of habits but I wouldn’t say any of them are strange or out of the ordinary? I’m sure there’s something but I can’t think of it right now

24. favorite crystal?

N/A

25. first song you remember hearing?

Idk man that was too long ago for me to recall. Probably some Katy Perry or something??

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Old lady activities- but outside (reading, crocheting, etc but it’s in the sun so it’s 10x better)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Old lady activities still but it’s inside because cold

28. five songs to describe you?

That requires way more thinking and self awareness than I posses. Ask pyxy maybe they know

29. best way to bond with you?

Literally just hang out or hold an interesting conversation with me

30. places that you find sacred?

N/A

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I dunno, probably jeans and a cool shirt ?? (I wear the same things every day)

32. top five favorite vines?

I LIKE A LOT OF THEM HOW SHOULD I PICK???

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably me yelling ‘KYEL’

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

🕺 Avocados from Mexico 💃🏼

35. average time you fall asleep?

Like how many times per day? Once a night, I don’t nap. If we’re talking how long it takes me to fall asleep then it’s more like an hour+ of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some of these questions are really challenging my memory

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

N/A

41. last person you texted?

@pyxy-styx

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

I do not like scented soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy but I also like sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

T shirt and leggings /pajama pants

47. favorite type of cheese?

All of the above

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A peach?? Idk

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

N/A (I can’t think of any rn but I’m sure there is some)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Watching someone else laugh so hard that water came out of her nose

51. current stresses?

I have a concert coming up soon but I think we’ll be fine

52. favorite font?

Times new Roman (I don’t use a lot of fonts, this one is nice though)

53. what is the current state of your hands?

I’ve colored all over them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

N/A

55. favorite fairy tale?

Dude most of the original fairytales are pretty gruesome, they’re all really cool

56. favorite tradition?

My family is boring we don’t really have specific traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Oh boy do you wanna know (N/A)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Creative ability in general, specifically with music and crafts like crocheting or sewing. Ig I would also consider my fixation and knowledge on psychology and brain stuff a talent.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Gaslight Gatekeep Kivenboss

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

N/A (I haven’t watched any anime so)

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“But before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a persons conscience” -Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

62. seven characters you relate to?

Nimona(Nimona), hiccup haddock(HTTYD), Charlie spring(Heartstopper), Peter Parker(specifically the Tom holland MCU spider man), Anne Shirley(Anne of green gables), Katie Mitchell(Mitchell’s vs. the Machines). Kinda basic characters but idc.

63. five songs that would play in your

club?

All the gay songs

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I wasn’t really on the internet as a ki

65. any permanent scars?

Yeah

66. favorite flower(s)?

Marigolds and carnations are really pretty

67. good luck charms?

N/A

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I’m not typically picky when it comes to the flavor of things, nothing comes to mind that I just really hated the flavor of.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Pretty much everything I know about cannibalism

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything that has so much going on it overloads my brain

72. worst subject?

The one I’m worst in is probably any type of history but I don’t hate any subjects

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I dislike weird flavor combos in general so I can’t think of any I like

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I could probably get up to a pain level of like 5 or 6 and not even really notice just cause I suck at noticing what’s going on with my body. Pain meds also just don’t really work well for me, so I rarely take any

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was six, almost seven probably?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

French fries 🫶🫶

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I know nothing about plants. I think plants with vines hanging out of the windowsill would look cool though

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID. I have a horrible rbf in my license photo

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I grew up saying fireflies but lighting bugs is so much cooler

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

I don’t know much about mythology but it’s cooler so I pick mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

87. your greatest fear?

I don’t actually know

88. your greatest wish?

My father dies (/hj)

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Your mom

90. luckiest mistake?

N/A

91. boxes or bags?

Depends what I’m putting in them

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps and other alternative lighting over the big lights any day

93. nicknames?

My legal name + the nickname that goes with it (I hate these), my preferred name + nickname of my preferred name, kiven, plus whatever random crap my friends come up with

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr (im a mobile user, tragic I know) or Spotify

96. desktop background?

A drawing of a rainy day

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

All in all it’s around eight

98. favorite historical era?

The renaissance was pretty cool. Industrial Revolution era is also really fascinating

This took way too fucking long to do but here it is

[theallenshorefangirl]

Agent Rainbow's Daycare Chapter 9

As the sun peaked its head up and the squeaking of the floorboards could be heard.Surprisingly everyone was bright eyed and bushy tailed,well except for a tiny lighthouse keeper who kept faceplaning into the table."Alright kiddos guess who made pancakes ... .with sprinkles!" Rainbow was cheerfully awake and had the tiny therapist helping him cook breakfast.

They all cheered in excitement."Can you be a little more quiet kiddos, Tonia is still asleep and well we don't need her to have a hissy fit now do we?" Rainbow spoke with a quiet tone to his voice."Yes Mr Rainbow." The kids said in unison.

As they were given their breakfast and devoured it all.They all,cleaned up any mess and cleaned their plates."Alright kiddos who want to explore the first floor,a magical occurrence may have happened last night." Rainbow smiles."Sounds interesting, a magical Apartment? Hmm might need to conduct another inspection." Lucas nodded to himself."I think you need to shut your hippy mouth." Max punched Lucas's shoulder."Boys, no fighting, we don't need any broken bones or hospital visits.Cause Mayer has your medical papers and if they see you all small like that ... .they could take you away and do bad medical experiments on you all and that's not good." 

Rainbow paused halfway down the hall.looking at the group of kids who looked back with fear."Just please don't fight…..Alright?" His voice shook as he said those words.The kids looked at each other with fear and concern for Rainbow.

They all ran in front of Rainbow and hugged him.He kneels down and smiles."thanks kiddos." He gets up and walks into the elevator,the others follow along.As they reached the 1st floor they seen a huge difference from the 2nd floor to the first.It was more pastel colors and the doors was two tone colored.The double sided stairs came down into a huge play area that has plush sofas and a huge box tv along with a toy bin and indoor swing.

"Holy cow this place is magical!" Max looked in awe.An excited Virginia carefully grabs Rosemary's hand."Rose! We get a shared room! Come On let's go check out our room since we are sharing!" They both run off to check out their shared bedroom.One half of the room had a princess dollhouse theme and was purple and the other was a dark blue and  light blue color with a science theme to it."Woah! This is awesome! It looks so pretty!" They both giggled and looked around the room.

"Lucas, come on, let's go check our room,hope it's cooler" Max and Lucas walked to their new shared rooms and they were amazed.On the left of the room gave off Lucas's cabin vibes with the camouflage and military banners on his side.Max's was more truck themed.His bed was almost like a racecar bed,only it being a truck,with red flannel blanket and a bull skull that hung over his bed."Not bad,gives off the military vibes pretty well." Lucas nodded in approval.

And last to check their sharing bedrooms was Allen and Desmond.One half of the room gave off a lighthouse vibe with a boat bed and a lighthouse bookshelf and nightlight.And the other was more therapist office but if it was a bedroom,with a desk at the bottom where the bed had stairs leading up towards the bed with a cat blanket and a small plush cat bed for Desmond's cat plush.

A few hours went by fast as the all looked around in their new rooms.Including Rainbow who has a detective spy like style room with a hidden bar at his desk.He was curious and peaked into Tonia's room.It was a full white and pink colored Rococo style bedroom which looked like a good dream type bedroom.which gave off a comfort warm welcome in vibe.

Rainbow went to gather the kids for lunch but they were too excited after the room tour, they tuckered themselves out.He made sure they were all in bed,tucked in and asleep before their lunchtime.

"Not bad Rainbow" Tonia had snuck up on the government spook."Tonia!? How…. I mean hi,did you sleep well?" "Yeah,I did.I see you put them down for a lunchtime nap." Tonia smiled."Yeah gotta have them rest up and hyped up for lunch and dinner,then tucker them out again before bed." Rainbow yawned leaning on the door to his room.

"How about you take a nap and I make lunch,how about that." "Sounds good, Tonia. I need a nap….badly." He waved as he walked into his room and crashed into his bed.Tonia only chuckled and left to attend to making the lunches.

[articskele]

I'm working on this refsheet for my oc Crumpette Sugar-Blossom (I shared her on a doodle-dump once but never actually posted her solo) and I decided to go crazy and draw some ref stuff for her cafe/bakery/eatingplacething too and thought youd think its neat :3

i wanna try to come up with a menu for the place~

:O!!!! OH I LOVE THIS

And I found that doodle dump with Crumpette and she's so cute!!!!!

YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE LAYOUT OF THE PLACE AND DESIGNS FOR DISHES AND EVERYTHING OMG........ I am just grinning rn LKFAJSDGRGH

AND THE VERTICAL KITCHEN IS SO FUNNNNNN :D!!!!!! I can just see her flitting about checking the ovens or pulling out a flat board of wood she can use for rolling out dough or as a cutting board!! And she forgot to push it back in so later she bonks her head on it while trying to fly upwards akjsfsd

OK SO in that doodle dump I noticed Crumpette with this really cute slice of chocolate cake and it immediately made me think of cosmic brownies!! I never actually had those growing up but it fits The Vibes and I thought it was cute ouo

She kinda reminds me of those grandma cookie tins that sometimes get used for holding sewing equipment, or this one soup and sandwich place I went to years ago that gives you a chocolate-dipped strawberry with your meal!

As for food ideas!!!

A roll cake with strawberry and flower designs on it like this!

A jelly donut with strawberry filling, dipped with red (strawberry or chocolate flavored?) frosting and white spots to look like a mushroom!!

A heart shaped breakfast sandwich! And the little wrapper thingy over the bottom half that lets you hold it easier is this lime green and white gingham pattern :D

Macarons!! The doodle dump has a little bunny in the background so I imagine them being that shape lol. Ooh or butterfly shaped!!

Cinnamon rolls!!

Some kinda floral tea (maybe butterfly pea since it can change from blue to pink if you add something acidic like lemon juice?) served with buttery crumpets!!

Maybe the crumpets have her face stamped on them, or you drizzle it with honey and put ground up green pistachios through a stencil so it's in the shape of her wings, or something like that ouo

Not a food but this place definitely serves some drinks with silly straws, or you can ask for one instead of a regular straw :D

Strawberry souffle pancakes!

This strawberry gorgonzola pizza with honey!

I'm picturing this parfait where the different layers are a pastel pink, yellow, green, and blue? Ooh ice cream parfaits-

Maybe there's a drink that makes it look like you're drinking out of a honeysuckle flower, with the part that sticks out of the flower being the straw?

On that note there are definitely sweet fizzy drinks ouo. Ooh, maybe milkshakes?

Or maybe the ones where there's cotton candy over the glass and you pour something on it to make it dissolve and mix in with the rest of the drink! Like this!!

Not to mention all the possibilities for stuff like boba pearls or fruit jelly at the bottom of a drink, whipped cream on top with lucky charms, stuff like that!

Eeeehehehe this is so fun :D

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Do you wear makeup?

Nope! Only on very special occasions, and even then it's usually just mascara and maybe some lip tint. I don't like wearing it and honestly think it's overrated - especially among teens and tweens.

Describe your aesthetic

Dear God I have no idea. I've been told I give off pastel goth vibes. My wardrobe is this weird mix of academia, cowgirl/lesbian flannels, big sweaters, and lots of various types of pants.

What was the last thing you said out loud?

Oh goodness. I haven't said anything yet. My parents haven't even come said good morning to me - I'm omw to make breakfast.

Uhmm.... Hm, from last night then? It might've been "Sure!" Or "WHAT???" to the newest chapter of Neon Void.

Oh or maybe it was a "Nope-!" To a puppy trying to put her (probably muddy) paws on my bed.

Yeah... I don't speak aloud very often so sorry if those weren't the type of answers you were expecting -

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Dordogne

Developed by UN JE NE SAIS QUOI & UMANIMATION

Published by Focus Entertainment

Release Date 2023

Tested on Xbox Series X

MSRP 14,99 USD

Are you looking for laid-back-and-chill vibes? Dordogne is your pick. With its unique graphic style (a hybrid of watercolour and pastel painting) enhanced with a smooth narrative and storytelling, this title deserves your attention as a great indie game. On surface level I thought the game was merely focusing on story and the player did not have much engagement, but I was wrong because the game teaches you so many mechanics that you are constantly interacting with the world you find yourself in. Depending on scene, the game employs both 2D and 3D environments and movement, for example if it’s only a cutscene and there is not much engagement from your end, it is 2D, when your movement and interaction is prioritized it is 3D. 

Not to give any spoilers: you are playing as Mimi, an adult woman who lost a family member and her job recently and returns to Dordogne, a summer house, after all these years to find solace in memories and recollections of the past, diving into nostalgia, coping with her current loss thanks to joyful and golden days. From time to time, you experience flashbacks as young Mimi and the game successfully presents you a dual-world to you. Throughout the game, the narration progresses through flashbacks, belongings, and most importantly letters you come across in the house, please do not just skip the letters because they’re most heart-felt letters you can read in a game. One last thing: the present time is 2002, and flashbacks do take place around 70s. So there’s a wide 30-year gap between adult Mimi and young Mimi. 

Dordogne makes use of point-and-click game mechanics as well, and I must confess, the interactions with items is top-notch, it is so detailed, meticulous and you can be thorough with them. When you grab an item, the game enables you to tinker with it. For example when you are to open a door, you move your cursor over the doorknob, hold it there, and move your thumbstick as instructed, as if you are actually opening a door. It is not just “click A to open the door”, you are putting yourself in role of Mimi and opening the door. It works excellently and obviously the developers spent enough time to make sure when you’re engaging with an item the player does not feel “but this is not player-friendly at all”. 

For instance, in the video below you can find that, you are unpacking you luggage with each item there’s interaction and dialogue with the clothes while you are organizing them in a drawer:

You bump into some collectibles as well, which are stickers for your journal. Also, there’re player-focused dialogues choices too, what you prefer to say has effect on your vocabulary that you can use to write poems, you can see at 00:27 the words I chose. I did pick “I hate here” when I was talking to my grandma, and I can use it to write a specific poem line about it:

Player-centred dialogue mechanic is put into the game so well that I am really impressed, such as the moment where you’re having a breakfast with your grandma and you reflect how you feel with the food you are going to eat, such as “sweet”, “bitter” etc. Your decision-based engagement is combined with the items in front of you so smoothly. 

Dordogne is a must-experience for all indie and narrative-heavy lovers, it is touching, warm, down-to-earth, and sincere.

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Extra 2.0 OC Favorites!

Let's go with Arden Ellis and their cousin (and adoptive brother figure) Fabian Styrling from Crash Stardom! for this one (:

Rules: share photos of your OCs' favorite color, season, shoe choice, weapon, food & drink, clothing style, mode of transportation, animal, pastime, and breakfast and if they're an introvert/ambivert/extrovert then change up any one of the five favorite things categories for the next round. BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!

Arden Ellis

Favorites:

Color: Dark Neon Purple & Black

Season: Winter

Shoe Choice: Pointy toe dark black boots with thin stilletto heels

Weapon: Two golden, bedazzled pistols, always loaded

Food: Cheap pizza rolls

Drink: Whiskey on Ice

Style: A short black crop top with stylish gashes and fishnetting, tight jeans, a plethora of bracelets and rings + pink-ish heart earrings

Car: A beat up, probably stolen vintage car

Animal: A feral street cat who has been through some shit and will bite, scream and claw at anyone who gets too close but deep down wants all the cuddles they're scared to ask for.

Pastime: Smoking cigarattes on the rooftop of the rundown apartment building they live in while listening to their carefully curated playlist of songs to drown out the world.

Breakfast: Stale cereal bars or generally anything in their pantry that isn't expired, sometimes a bit of reheated leftover takeout

Personality: Angry Introvert

Songs:

Joker - DAX

Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter

Use Me Up - Paranoid DJ

All You Need To Know - Griffin, SLANDER, ft. Calle Lehman

Undone - FFH

Fabian Styrling

Favorites:

Color: Light Blue

Season: Summer

Shoe Choice: Comfy high-neck sneakers

Weapon: Stun Taser

Food: Hamburger with crispy fries

Drink: Sodas

Style: A loose pastel hoodie under a casual oversized T-Shirt with loose vintage jeans when at home. When in missions he wears a well-ironed button up shirt with black trousers and suspenders, with or without a blazer with hidden tactical pockets.

Mode of Transportation: His old motorcycle. When he is with Arden, his cousin used to drive him around in their car, but now that Fabian and them have become estranged, Fabian just uses the motorcycle.

Animal: A friendly, overly enthusiastic wolf who just wants to make friends and have fun, and is fiercely loyal to those he loves.

Pastime: Reading comic books and playing videogames

Personality: Ambivert

Song:

Fallen Angel - Three Days Grace

Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin

Freeze Your Brain - Heathers

Whataya Want From Me - Adam Lambert

Scars - Boy Epic

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Boo! It's the Nice Ask Week Ghost 👻 What vibes would your dream house or apartment have? Would love to see example pictures :D

hi michelle 💖💖💖💖💖 thank you for the fun ask!!!

you know those houses that are all fun colors that make people go “you know that kills your resale value??” in a snotty voice? I want one of those

so I started looking through tabs/bookmarks I have saved for things I might want to buy when I finally have my own place. these are some prints I might have to get bc they’re soooo cute

and I’m sure I could find some full apartment shots in my blog of looks I love but since I’m eating breakfast while I answer this we get some google shots haha

colored cabinets in a kitchen, particularly blue and green ones mmmm and I essentially have a fully kitted kitchen waiting to find a home and (courtesy of mostly my grandma) pretty much everything I have for it is a light blue so halfway there already!

and because I literally just bought these less than a week ago

disco decor!!!! valentines and spring time decor is my complete weakness with the focus being pastels and flowers and shiny so starting now looking in the decor section of any store is trouble for me haha

and some overseas inspo from on the left the airbnb I stayed in in London two years ago those lights were an instant “oooooooo” for me. and on the right, ya take a girl to Venice for less than 24 hours and over 6 years later she still wants Moreno glass all over her whole house

actually!!! some more inspo is natacha’s house!!! I looooove how she incorporated color and her stained glass window??? need!!!

in short I think this can just be called a pastel princess vibe and I need it so badly right now!!!