#purple plum cookie

[quibbs126]

Okay, I can’t find the ask that requests this pairing, but I know I got a request for it somewhere, so I’m just posting it normally

Anyways, so this was the first oc x canon requested, by @amythecat2001, and this is Purple Plum Cookie

The oc also belongs to @amythecat2001, and her name is Rose Tea Cookie

Okay, so with her name, full disclosure I think I forgot the “Tea” part of Rose Tea when I came up with her name (as well as the “Juice” in “Prune Juice”), because I was like “okay, what’s in between prunes and flowers?” and I learned that prunes are basically just dried plums, so I decided to base her off of those. But I really liked how the plums looked, so I just stuck with it

European plums (since I think those are the specific kind):

So I’m gonna go ahead and say that she’s the previously mentioned fankid who doesn’t really look like her parents but I liked the design of

She looked like a fantasy magic user that I really want to see in a video game

Like I didn’t intend for her hair to be entirely curly, it was just supposed to be some of her hair like Rose Tea, but I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Though some of her hair got obscured by her staff. I also gave her those pink parts at the top to reference the red spots on the plums

Speaking of the spots, I gave her a bunch of plums in her staff and brooch because that’s what she is. Though originally the plums were darker and the spots lighter, until I looked at the references again and realized that it was the other way around, so I changed that

I realized when I was doing the feet, I realized neither Prune Juice or Rose Tea have visible feet, but I decided to keep her with boots anyways. I gave her long boots because why not

If I’m being honest, I feel like her dough is too light, but both characters have light dough tones, so not much I can do. But I did give her blush because I thought it looked good

Oh also, I was considering giving her a bottom hair gradient, but I thought it made the hair design too much, so I didn’t do that

And also the colored sketch was the original draft of her I did before I did her design

I’m sorry, my brain’s not entirely working when it comes to explaining the design. Just know that I like it a lot, even if I admit she probably doesn’t look enough like her parents. Let’s get on to her character

So she’s a wizard that graduated from Parfaedia. Her magic is plant/juice based, which is what those circles you see on the staff are. But she also makes and uses potions, which she learned from her father

She’s a bit absent minded and directionally challenged, she will have points where she’s just like “wait…where am I?” or “what am I doing?” because she forgot. She usually means well, she just doesn’t always know what she’s doing

But don’t let that fool you, she’s very intelligent and has a lot of ingenuity. She uses potions alongside her magic so she could cover her bases if her magic’s depleted, or she needs something specific

I was listening to Licorice’s Cookie Trial theme, so I just imagine her wandering through a dark forest. I dunno, I just needed something to say

To be honest I feel like if I knew more about Rose Tea, it might help me get a better idea of character for Purple Plum, but ah well

So yeah I think that’s about it. Hope you enjoy

[cookie-fankid-shenanigans]

Family: Adventurer (Dad), Blackberry (Mum), Baumkuchen (Grandpa), Archaeologist (Deceased Great-grandpa)

Age: 12

The bag they're wearing is actually the bag Adventurer had when he was little (See Adventurer's Explorer Tyke costume to know what I'm talking about)

Treats Onion like a little sister (Yes she can see Onion)

Likes watching horror movies with either her friends or Blackberry

[void-of-the-moon]

Fuck you trans your cookie run characters

They are all canon in my mind you cang convince me other wise

[jakethefurry]

Cookie characters of rainbow

[marlynnofmany]

Names Chosen Carefully

I swung into the spaceship’s kitchen with plans to grab a snack before unpacking the bags from our latest supply run, but I paused. Coals was there showing Eggskin a screen of color swatches, and it didn’t look like a menu. Could have been something medical, since Eggskin handled both the feeding and the healing of the crew, though the conversation I’d walked in on said no.

“Vehicles are an option, but I don’t know what kind are popular there,” Coals said. He acknowledged me with a nod. “And an unfavorable skimmer model would be almost as bad as an activity that’s culturally iffy.”

Eggskin was nodding thoughtfully, tapping a claw against their lizardy chin. “The activities are probably easier to research. But I do think that either a generalized space theme or something referring to home would be the way to go.”

“Yeah, but which?” Coals asked with a sigh, staring at the handscreen. “Space might be too common, or trying too hard, and home stuff might not make sense to anyone there, including the kids.”

I must have looked like a confused dog, standing there with my head cocked. Coals took pity on me. “My cousin wants advice on what to name his clutch when it hatches,” he said, holding out the handscreen. Up close, I could see that each color swatch was scales. “This is their best guess about the likely colors.”

“Ohh,” I said. “Got it.”

Eggskin asked Coals, “Are they familiar with nearly-hatched eggs, and color distortion? Many new parents guess wrong.”

I reflected that Eggskin, whose full name was “Skin of the Egg that is Translucent and Ready to Hatch,” had probably thought about the concept pretty often. Their own scale color looked more like boogers than any egg I’d ever seen, but I’d never been privy to a Heatseeker hatching. I assume other colors would show through.

Coals nodded his brick-red snout. “They live near family. Plenty of chances to observe. And he’s been there for brainstorming names on the ol’ home planet, and his mate has too, but that’s not very helpful now.” He glanced up at me. “They just moved to a space station.”

“Are there not many Heatseekers there?” I asked.

“A few, but it’s a very intercultural place. That’s why they wanted my opinion, since I travel around so much. Thought I might have some valuable insights.”

I leaned against a counter, trying not to loom. “What have you got so far?”

Coals sighed deeply. “A lot of doubts. References to home could be great, but they might just be confusing to everyone. What kind of names would you expect to hear with these?” He showed me the screen again.

I was about to object that I was hardly an expert on Heatseeker names, then the palest one caught my eye and I laughed. “Humans would nickname that one Popcorn,” I said, pointing at the white-and-yellow image.

“Popcorn?” Coals looked at it. “What is—”

“It’s food,” I said. “A popular snack from Earth. I wouldn’t expect that to be anybody’s real name though; it’s much too whimsical and silly. Well. At least with my cultural background.”

Coals and Eggskin both looked at the colors without saying anything for a long moment. Then Coals turned the screen to me again. “Would humans of your background have food associations for the others too?”

“Well,” I said, wondering whether I was just hungry. “That one looks exactly like mint chip ice cream. Oh, and that one’s cookie & cream.” They really were; it was uncanny. “I didn’t know you guys had scale patterns with that many speckles.”

“You should see my cousin,” Coals said. “He looks like a starfield. His mate is a simple dark maroon, though. Between the two of them, the genetics are all over the place. What about these other three?”

I looked at the brown-with-red, the yellow-speckled-brown, and the deep purple. “Red velvet cake, dijon mustard, and plum. Or maybe grape. But that doesn’t make as good of a nickname. You aren’t actually going to suggest these, are you? Naming the kids after another planet’s food seems like everyone might expect them all to be familiar with that planet. Pretty sure a couple of those foods might actually be poisonous to you, too.” I flicked a glance at Eggskin, who was thankfully nodding in agreement.

“Naming a child after a toxic foreign food would do them no favors,” Eggskin said. “An adult might wear such a name proudly, but I would fully expect a youth to be pressured into eating their namesake at some point, especially if they lived somewhere it was readily found.”

I nodded too, looking to Coals.

“But,” Coals said. “It doesn’t have to be foreign food.”

I started to ask what he meant, then suddenly remembered a bit of cultural trivia. “It’s good luck to name spaceships after food, right? Does that go for people too?”

Eggskin chuckled while Coals stared intently at the colors. “It can,” Eggskin said. “It’s rather bold, though. An audacious claim that a set of parents can confer enough luck on all their offspring for them to always have food available. Very daring.” They looked at Coals with an amused expression, which Coals didn’t look up to see.

“That fits my cousin surprisingly well,” he said instead.

I smiled. “Are there Heatseeker foods that would fit these colors?”

“I can think of several.” Coals changed the screen to a text field and began typing. “This is perfect. Thank you so much.”

“Happy to help!” I said.

Eggskin suggested, “Be sure to remind them they should research any food they’re considering, and find out what associations their new neighbors are likely to have. Some things translate terribly.”

“No kidding!” I laughed, standing up and moving toward the snack cabinet. “I still remember the spaceships Worm Jerky and Raw Flesh.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[moronkyne]

EEEEE I LOVE UR ICONS BUT I YEARN FOR ASHER PFPS DNDKKDNDKD pretty please bats eyelids and hands you a tray of cookies,,, could you do a bunch of asher pfps? And possibly one that's plum coloured/ roughly based around that shade of purple?

I hate the way these turned out sm

PURPLE ASHER

I love when people do requests, tho. Heheh 🫶🏼

[dira333]

Pumpkin Spice - Mirio x Reader - Baby Series (part 1?)

- 6 weeks -

“Hey Pumpkin,” you greet Eri as she walks up to you. “Did you have a nice day at school?”

“Yeah,” she hugs you tight. “Do you know about Periods?”

You fight the laugh that wants to bubble out. “Woman’s periods?”

“Mhm.”

“Course I know them. Did you learn about it at school?”

“Yeah, I mean, no, I mean…” She halts for a moment. “Dad told me that I might have them soon and my friend got hers this week.” Eri pulls up her shoulders to her ears, lets the words taper off. You get it nonetheless.

“Mhm, they come different for everyone. I got mine super late.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think I was the last in my friend group or class to get it. That just happens sometimes. How about we stop at the drugstore on the way home and look at the different supplies? Or did your Dad do that with you already?”

“He bought me some things,” Eri blushes a soft pink. “It was a little embarrassing.”

“I get that. My Dad was never good at talking about this stuff either. But he bought me a little pink trash can for the bathroom, just for my period stuff. I thought that was kind of sweet.”

She takes your hand. “I like that. Do you think Dad would buy me a purple one?”

“If you asked, sure.”

- - -

- 12 weeks - 

“Hey Pumpkin,” you smile as she wraps her arms around you. “You seem excited.”

“I got an A in Algebra,” Eri tells you proudly. “I got the most points.”

“Oh, that’s great. Do you want to get some sweets on the way home?”

“Can we?” She beams up at you, hopeful as always.

“For sure. Just don’t tell Mirio about it, or he wants some too.”

Eri presses her pointer finger over her lips and giggles when you wink at her.

“What kind of sweet treat do you want?”

“I don’t know,” she swings your joined arms as you walk. “What do you like?”

“Uh,” you hesitate for a second. “That sounds weird, maybe, but I’d love some pickles with Vanilla Ice cream.”

“Yuck,” she pulls a face before hesitating. “Wait, is it good?”

“Well, I think so, but Mirio thinks it’s disgusting. Speaking of him, we’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” She turns, excitement on her face.

“Yeah,” you smile and stretch out your hand to tuck a strand of grey hair behind her ear. “What do you know about babies?”

“Well, many babies are called pups. A dog baby, a fox baby, even a shark baby.”

“That’s true. What do you know about a human baby?”

Eri hesitates for a moment as she thinks. “They need nine months to grow?”

“Correct again. Do you know any human babies?”

“Not really. Our English teacher got pregnant but I didn’t get to meet her baby.”

“What would you say to me having a baby?”

She stops dead in her tracks. “Right now?”

You laugh. “Well, it takes nine months to grow, so I’m not popping it out right now, but yes, I’m pregnant right now.”

Astonished, she looks at your belly. “It’s in there already?”

“Yeah,” you pull your shirt a little tighter so the faint outline of a bump is visible. “He or she is pretty tiny right now. About as big as a plum.”

Eri’s hands press gently against your lower belly and she looks as if she could see it right now, the little plum-sized being growing inside.

“Is it going to be my brother or sister?” She asks. “O-or my cousin?”

“That’s a good question. What do you think?”

“I’m older,” Eri points out, not letting go of you. You caress her hair, let her feel the gentleness of your affection. “I think I should be the aunty now.”

“That’s a nice idea,” you lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re going to be Aunty Eri.”

- - -

- 16 weeks - 

“I’m home!” You call out from the door over the noise of loud music and clattering of dishes.

Eri shrieks and turns the corner, running into you at full speed.

“Hello to you too,” you laugh, hugging her back. “Why are you covered in flour?”

“I can explain!” Mirio exclaims, rounding the corner as well to pull you into a hug. “Cookies are a lot harder to make than we thought.”

“You made cookies without me?” You ask, leaning up to kiss him before emphasizing the pout. “What have I done to deserve that?”

“We tried making cookies,” Eri emphasizes from where she’s pressed against you, face squished against your growing belly. “Hi, little one. How big is he or she now?”

“As big as an avocado. Apparently they’re able to pull faces now, so they could be smiling at you.”

“Really?” Eri pulls back in the tight space to squint at your belly. “How would you tell?”

“Sadly, I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“You’d need ultrasound vision for that, honey,” Mirio corrects you. “Do you wanna lay down?”

“No,” you free yourself from their grip and put your bag down. “I’m gonna save those cookies. Who’s with me on the rescue mission?”

Both of them raise their hands.

- - -

- 20 weeks

“Hey Pumpkin!” You wave at Eri and she pulls away from her friends with one last hug before running over.

“Hey Aunty!” She hugs you tight, dropping a kiss onto your ever-growing belly. “Hello there! What size are you now?”

“Little one is about as big as a banana now.” You pat your belly gently. It’s not the most pronounced bulge, but it’s there. “I’m mostly off Patrol for now, so you’ll notice that Mirio is a little calmer.”

“I’m curious to see how that looks,” Eri jokes, gripping your hand. “Did they tell you the gender yet?”

“Well, they found out, but they haven’t told us. Instead, we got an envelope and we gave that to a baker. Today we’re picking up the cake.”

“They put the envelope in a cake?”

“No,” you laugh. “They looked inside and filled the cake with colored filling. Blue for a boy and pink for a girl.”

“And what does the outside look like?”

“Well,” you swing your joined hands. “Usually it’s white or neutral in some way, but we wanted it to be green and purple, so we got that.”

“I love purple,” Eri grins up at you.

“What, really?” You joke, which is even more hilarious given her all-purple outfit today.

“Really really,” she emphasizes before she tells you all about the annoying boy in her class and what her best friend is up to.

-

- a few hours later -

-

“Uncle Tamaki!” Eri is quick to rope him into the middle of it all, despite Tamaki’s best efforts to stay on the sidelines. “We’re making a video. What do you think the gender will be?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure-”

“You don’t have to be on camera if you don’t want to,” you assure him, squeezing his shoulder as a greeting.

“No, please, what do you think it is?” Eri immediately goes against it, pulling on his trousers. “Hitoshi said he would double my pocket money if I guessed it right. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

You send a questioning look in Hitoshi’s direction but the boy holds the camera upright, no sight of a guilty expression. Hm.

“Well, I think it’s going to be a girl,” Mirio declares, swooping right into Eri and Tamaki’s one-sided conversation. “Coffee is in the kitchen, Tamaki, if you want.”

“Oh, thank god,” your friend exhales loudly and shuffles off. You can’t help but pity him. Nightshifts suck.

You would have understood if he stayed away from this celebration. Crowds are not his thing and your two-bedroom apartment is stuffed right now. 

Parents and friends are standing almost back to back and somewhere in the midst of all this, sits the cake that holds a secret.

“Can we cut the cake now?” Eri asks. “I think we’ve got everyone on camera.”

You agree and clap your hands, trying to get everyone’s attention.

“I think we can start cutting the cake. Mirio?” You look around for your husband in the crowd. He’s quick to appear at your side, to press a kiss against your cheek and his hand against your belly. 

“Where’s the cake?”

“Oh,” he turns as if he’s already lost sight of it. He probably has. “Eri?”

“I have it!” She jumps up and down to make herself more visible. “It’s over here.”

Your apartment, you’ve already realized, is a little too small for all these people. But no one seems to mind much as you push toward the cake that seems to have grown legs.

Shouta hands you a knife that Mirio eagerly pulls out of your grip. 

“Let me do it,” he asks, pleading. You laugh, pulling Eri closer by her shoulders when you notice her curiosity.

The knife cuts clean through the purple and green buttercream. When he pulls away, there’s not even a hint of blue or pink on the knife and you feel anxiety rise up in your stomach. What if they forgot the filling?

It’s like the whole room stops breathing for a second as Mirio brings the knife down again. Your hand curls into shirt as he pulls the piece out.

There it is, bright against the purple-green buttercream. A perfect, light blue filling.

“Mirio was wrong,” Eri points out unnecessarily as the people around you cheer.

Mirio does not. He puts the piece on a plate with utmost focus and hands it over to Eri, insisting with a quiet, calm voice that she tries it first.

“It’s good,” is her verdict, but Mirio’s already sinking into you, heavy in more ways than one.

When you look at him, he seems fine, a bright smile on his lips that could convince everyone but you.

You pull him closer, press your mouth to his ear, tell him quietly, quiet enough that only he can hear: “It’s okay. I know what you want and it’s going to happen.”

“Everything okay?” Your mother asks, worried as usual.

“Yeah,” you answer her worried glance with a smile. “We’re just a little overcome with emotion, that’s all.”

She doesn’t quite believe you, but she’s your mother. It has always been her job to question you.

“If you say so,” she mutters before taking over.

“Let’s hand out the cake. Everyone wants a piece.”

You leave her to it, pull gently on Mirio’s hand until he follows you into the quiet of your bedroom.

“Are you okay?” He asks, already worried about you when you’re the one worried about him.

“I’m fine,” you pull him down to kiss him, to let him sink into you as much as you sink into him. “How are you?”

“I’ll be fine,” he mutters into the skin of your neck and you don’t have to wonder to know how often he has tried burying himself there, his worries, his fears, his grief.

A soft knock on the door has you looking up.

“That’s Eri,” you say before you even have to check.

“I’m sure she’s worried,” Mirio adds, pulling the door open.

“Are you okay?” The little girl asks, hands folded together. “You didn’t eat the cake.”

“Yeah,” you smile, pulling her into the room. “We’re fine. Just a little sad.”

“Why?”

“It’s-” Mirio starts but turns to you for help.

“Well, Pumpkin,” you settle on the edge of your bed and she sits down next to you. “Grief is something that never really stops existing. It’s like a pebble in your pocket. Sometimes you forget it’s there, but other times you pat your pants and find yourself remembering that it’s there.”

Her eyes are wide and open as she looks from you to Mirio and back to you.

“Who died?”

Mirio sniffles a little. “My Mentor. I don’t know if you remember him, but-”

“We always knew we’d name a child after him,” you explain when he tapers off again, his hand in yours, his shoulder pressed against your back. “But when it happens, you can’t help but be brought back to that first time you felt this grief. And you miss them.”

“So you’re going to name the baby after him?”

“Yeah,” you pat your belly. “Mirio didn’t even have to ask. That’s what made him so emotional. Because he knew he wanted it but it’s our joint decision.”

“And what’s his name going to be?” Eri edges a little closer toward you so you let her in, let her put her smaller hand next to yours. 

“Mirai.”

“Mirai,” she repeats to herself. “I like it.”

-

- 30 weeks - 

The door creaks open and you lift your heavy head from the pillows to squint at the intruder.

“Pumpkin?” You sniffle. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi,” Eri waves awkwardly and readjusts the mask on her face. “Hitoshi brought me here. I’m supposed to do my homework until Mirio gets home.”

“Oh no,” you cough. “Were you sitting in the living room all on your own?”

“No,” she moves her weight from one foot to the other. “I didn’t want to do my homework on my own so I thought… if I put on my mask, can I come in here?”

“I really don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’m not going to get sick, promise!” She points at her mask. “Nothing gets past these.”

“Well,” you sigh. “If you keep it on, I guess you can come in. But you have to open the windows.”

“Okay!” She’s quick to follow your request but by the time she slips under the covers, you can feel yourself dozing off again.

“How big is Mirai now?” Eri asks, pressing her cold feet against your warm skin.

“Uh, Cabbage,” you mumble groggily. “And he’s sitting on my bladder too. I need to pee.”

“Do you need help?”

“Not yet,” you climb out of bed. “But the time will come.”

- - -

- Week 40 -

“Do you think I’m going to be a good mom?” You ask Mirio during Dinner, your anxious mind unable to think about anything but the due date. It’s so close you can feel it breathing down your neck already.

Mirai’s restless too, his movements visible now.

“The best,” Mirio insists, kissing your temple. “Let me do the dishes, okay? We can go have a bath together after that.”

“Can you massage my shoulders?”

“Sure,” he sneaks in another kiss. “I can even wash your hair for you if you want.”

“You’re my Hero.”

He chuckles but lets go when your phone rings.

“It’s Eri,” he hands it to you before taking your plates to the sink.

“Hey Pumpkin,” you pick up, a little curious about the late-night call.

Your curiosity turns into worry when all you can hear is her crying.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Mirio turns at the sink, ready to spring into action.

“My tummy hurts,” Eri sobs into the phone and you push yourself up to focus.

“I’m so sorry, Pumpkin. Did you eat something funny today?”

“No,” she sniffles loudly. “It hurts so bad and there’s blood a-and…”

It clicks all together and you relax your shoulders, signing toward Mirio that he can stay where he is.

“Oh, pumpkin, we talked about this, remember? Do you have a Pad nearby?”

Eri sniffles. “Yeah.”

Gently you guide her through the next steps. 

“Do you have some painkillers? Is your Dad around?”

“Dad has a parent-teacher conference,” you can hear her wipe the snot from her nose and you cradle your phone closer as if it were her. “I’m alone.”

“Do you want me to come over? Or we can stay on the phone together until he’s back.”

“Can you?” She sounds so small. “Stay on the phone? You don’t have to come, it’s dark already and you’re pretty slow.”

You can’t help but laugh. “I am pretty slow. But I could send Mirio over or let him carry me.”

Mirio turns at the sink. “I would carry you over in a heartbeat.”

“Did you hear that, Pumpkin? He says we could be over in a second.”

“It’s okay,” she sniffles. “I just… I freaked out. I thought I had to die and-”

“Hey, that’s no thing to be ashamed of, okay? When I got my period for the first time I thought I pooped my pants. I hid everything from my mom because I was so ashamed.”

Eri giggles. “Really?”

“Really really.” Mirai chooses that moment to kick you in the kidneys. “Ugh,” you groan. “Mirai thinks it’s funny too.”

“How is he?” Eri asks. “How big is he? Am I still coming over tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s Tuesday, right? You always come over on Tuesday.” You wait until she giggles before you add on. “He’s as big as a pumpkin right now.”

The words sink in slowly. 

“As big as a pumpkin?”

“Yup. But not as big as you. You’re my biggest pumpkin.”

“What are you going to name him?”

“Mirai? What do you mean?”

“Well, you call me Pumpkin. Are you going to name him Pumpkin too?”

“That’s a good question,” you look up at Mirio who’s drying his hands. “What do we call Mirai when Eri is already our sweet Pumpkin?”

Your husband looks just as conflicted as you feel. 

“I mean,” he says, visibly weighing his options. “Shouldn’t we decide that when we meet him? What if we call him a Bean now but he’s really a Stinker?”

You relay that to Eri who giggles. “Would you really call him Stinker?”

“Only if he is a stinker,” you promise. 

“Oh, Dad is here,” she adds. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, Pumpkin. See you tomorrow.”

When you put your phone down, Mirio smiles at you from the kitchen sink.

“What?”

“I think you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

-

Tagging: @whisperofwonder

@kaykaystrings @lokilove @alienaiver @alexxavicry @tsxkishimx

@notsochillnerd

Do you want part 2?

[nolongeractive007]

spring

goth tea party

agere edition !

hello every body! c:

tea parties are one of my favorite things to do during the spring time when I regress into itsy bitsy baby me! I love being out in nature with all my stuffies and enjoying the sunshine!!!

I wanted to envision what my dream tea party would be like and dis is what I came up with! ^-^

🖤 lots of spooky plushie friends

✨ coffin shaped pizza pockets!

🖤 little cookies with spider web designs on them or black sprinkles!

✨ black frosted chocolate cupcakes with cherry filling inside them! vampire bite cuppycakes hehe

🖤 skull shaped sugar cubes with any sugar of our choice! (coconut, white sugar, raw sugar or sucrose for my sugar free friends!)

✨ veggies cut up into ooky kooky shapes!

🖤 a dark fruit salad full of black berries, blue berries, raspberries, purple grapes and plums!

✨ refreshing demon-ade made with freshly squeezed souls of lemons to keep our little self hydrated in the sunshine!

🖤 how could we forget tea?! I personally love black tea with oat or hemp milk!

✨ sun block to protect our little vampire selves from the rays of the sunshine!

🖤 coloring books so we can sit out under the shade of weeping willows and wisteria trees and color to our hearts content

✨ and lastly, all of you to be invited to my tea party to have the most fun little demons could have!!!!! c:

[ubejamjar]

B A S I C S

Name: Ajisai Kawanami

Nicknames:

Aji - Thancred and Alisaie

Aj (not AJ) - Aymeric occasionally in private frequently if they are both inebriated

Little star - Parents. Ajisai uses this as an endearment for children.

Age: Early 30s

Nameday: 7th Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon

Race: Raen Au Ra

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Healer, Warrior of Light

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally straight and deep blue, with lavender at the ends. She keeps it short as a matter of practicality and she doesn’t really know how to care for long hair. It grew out between Heavensward and Stormblood but she cut it just before going to that first meeting in Gridania.

Some kids taught her how to braid and she’s been doing it ever since.

Eyes: Orange-citrine with black limbal rings

Skin: Copper, think Southeast Asian; her scales are white

Tattoos/scars: Ajisai has many, many scars that she keeps covered because she wants to look respectable. One does not simply live a life as a soldier, pirate, and hero and avoid scars. I haven’t decided exactly what scars she has because I haven’t looked into putting them on her.

F A M I L Y

Parents:

-> Kana Kawanami Mother, samurai, former rice farmer and sake brewer, Doman Resistance Fighter.

Currently: Alive and fighting on the Gyr Abanian border under Lord Hien’s command.

-> Tatsuo Kawanami Father, geomancer, former rice farmer and sake brewer, conscripted Imperial healer, presumed dead.

Currently: Alive in Dalmasca (maybe?)

Siblings: None, though she thinks of Lyse, Alphinaud and Alisaie as her little brother and sisters. She adores Thancred as a brother, Y’shtola as an sister.

Grandparents: Murasaki Grandparents: Samurai who lived in Monzen; Kana's estranged parents. They died fighting in the rebellion. They never knew that Kana married, had a child, and lived in Namai.

Takemura: A priest at Shisui who raised Tatsuo as his own son. He was old already when Tatsuo was a child and long dead by present day.

In-laws and Other: The Fortemps: She treats them as extended family though their relationships are complicated. Despite Edmont's fondness for her, Ajisai feels he still holds her responsible for Haurchefant's death.

She is unmarried and unattached though she has romantic feelings for Aymeric (which I wrote an essay about)

Pets: None at the moment

S K I L L S

Abilities: Marksmanship - Great with a gun; refuses to use one ever again

Field Medicine - Aside from her healing magic and botanical knowledge, she is trained in Garlean combat surgery.

Life Sketching - Likes to draw everything she sees in her journals. She carries two at any given time -- one is personal, the other is meant as a gift for Aymeric but who knows if she’ll ever actually give it to him because she wrote a love letter in there.

Hobbies: Reading, specifically books about law and history; astromancy and divination; tea making; drawing; talking entirely too much to strangers; ruin diving; research into ancient civilizations

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Compassion She genuinely cares about the people around her— she wants to do the most good she can do for as many people as she can. It isn’t just about penance, she likes seeing people happy and well.

Most Negative Trait Healing Hubris After years of harsh study and field training, Ajisai believes herself to be the best healer to the point she will not trust other people to heal herself, her companions, or loved ones. She spirals whenever she’s forced to confront the possibility someone might be beyond her abilities (like Haurchefant)

L I K E S

Colors: Summer sky blue, plum purple, lavender

Smells: Cinnamon and clove, sugared pecans, vanilla lavender, freshly baked cookies, pine needles, campfire smoke

Textures: Rough paper, plush blankets, river smooth stones, soft fur

Drinks: Ishgardian tea, hot cocoa, warm milk with honey and cinnamon

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Only to be social

Drinks: Only drinks with Aymeric or alone. She drank heavily after the Vault, along with her sleeping potion use.

Drugs: Used sleeping potions to force herself to sleep and was considering using more… illicit substances to numb the pain before she started napping in the Congregation.

Mount Issuance: Story-wise, Ajisai didn’t join a Grand Company. She just.. wouldn’t leave one military to join another. She took porters and aetherytes until she got Pillion from Haurchefant. She calls him Pillion because Haurchefant said she could ‘ride pillion’, not realizing ‘pillion’ referred to the passenger behind the rider.

Been Arrested: Yes, probably for disturbing the peace in Limsa. Many tavern brawl taken too far, maybe some petty theft and other minor crimes before she got her shit together.

Tagged by: @paintedscales ❤️

Dragging these people into getting arrested with Ajisai: @oh-yeah-no @otherworldseekers @corsair-kovacs @amalthea-felsblood @thewitchofelpis @thevikingwoman @disciple-of-frost @viiioca @sasslett @gatheredfates @pumpkinmagekupo @starres-stuff @khaiens @aislingsurrow

If you were already tagged, consider yourself double-tagged or triple-tagged or—

[niuniente]

Hey Niu, Nick here! 170 ice cream flavours?? What has been some of the best and worst you've had out of the list?

The worst (⊙x⊙;)

Raspberry-chili-salmiakki (salty licorice). It was scorching hot and burned so bad I couldn't finish it. I don't know how the hell it is still on the markets, like, who eats that shit????? The ONLY ice-cream ever which I have not finished.

Beer. Didn't taste anything, had a mild crop's aftertaste only.

Mudcake. A way too heavy for my taste!

Soft orange cake/Jaffa cake. It was also very sweet and heavy.

Champagne-Chocolate. Couldn't really taste the champagne in it, could have been just an ordinary chocolate ice-cream.

Plum-chocolate. The plum was overpowering and it tasted more like some weird plum bakery than ice-cream. Very heavy.

The best (*￣3￣)╭

Spruce. Really fresh and sweet with a bit similar taste to a pistachio ice-cream.

Milk. Very fresh, creamy and comforting taste.

Royal Milk Tea. Honestly, one of the best out there. Combines a bit of this earthiness of tea with creamy milk.

(German) Spekulatius Cookie. Tastes like good quality caramel ice-cream with soft seasoning of Christmas.

Matcha. You either love or hate this. Someone who hates this said that it tastes like just cut grass lol. I like it's strong flavor.

Purple potato. Sounds weird but it's nicely earthy and sweet at the same time. Give it a try if you find any!

Tangerine-Yogurt-White chocolate. Tangerine makes such a wonderful ice-cream!

Cinnamonroll. Makes one of the best ice-creams out there.

[thepeculiarbird]

OC Favorites

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck for tagging me ! These are so fun to make !

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 BONUS: Add some music/songs that fit their aesthetic (the songs don't have to be their favorite songs, just fit their vibe)!

'Adam Luciano'

Color : (Plum) Purple

Season : Fall

Shoes : Purple, green or brown shoes

Weapon : Knife (maybe ?)

Food : Grapes or any fruit

Drink : Water with Ice

Style : Shirt, jeans and a jacket but could also wear the most extravagant thing ever (his style changes a lot and he just loves clothes in general)

Mode of tranportation : Train

Animal : Black cat

Hobby : Painting/Art

Breakfast : Bread with strawberry jam

Personnality : Extrovert

-Playlist-

Crush Culture by Conan Gray

(Can We Be Friends?) by Conan Gray

Never The Muse by Madilyn Mei

despair by leo.

'Devyn Williams'

Color : (Cider) Orange

Season : Winter

Shoes : Mary jane docs

Weapon : Gun

Food : Cookies with M&Ms

Drink : Any fruit juice

Style : Overalls, very colorful clothes and pins

Mode of transportation : Bike

Animal : Her pet chameleon

Hobby : Digital art

Breakfast : Pancakes with chocolate

Personnality : Ambivert/Extrovert

-Playlist-

Jigsaw by Conan Gray

Treehouse by Alex G and Emily Yacina

Dgkotr Taglist (ask to be +/-) : @athenaspeculiardaughter @kaylinalexanderbooks @raiden-makoto2 @sarandipitywrites

@jaelink @aalinaaaaaa @lyutenw @buffythevampirelover

@nettleandthorne @finxi-writes @arwenschepers @corruptedbread

@whimsical-blood-fairy @unrepentantcheeseaddict @kidukami @ryns-ramblings

@rowenas-my-fave-child @mysticstarlightduck @thelovelymachinery + open

[quibbs126]

Regarding your post about giving Dark Choco a second parent, I feel like Cocoa Butter would fit since its one of the ingredients used with cacao to make dark chocolate. Coconut Sugar or Cocoa Powder could work as well. Also, which are the fankids you've made that you like the most?

Hmm, I see what you’re saying, but also cocoa butter still comes from cacao, so there’s still the question of where the sugar in Dark Choco comes from

(Maybe I could use Cocoa Butter for the purecacao kid, that’d be cool. But also I’m gonna use KitKats for her design, hence why I was calling her Choco Wafer. But also also I’m so stringent on this fact and it’s severely limiting me I think, maybe I just need to stop. But also also also, I’d imagine a Cocoa Butter Cookie to have blonde hair, and Choco Wafer has dark brown hair, and I’d probably completely change the character despite me putting so much into Choco Wafer. *groan* I’ve made this so difficult for myself and it’s my own fault) Disregard all this, I’m just having an internal conflict. But I do think it’d be a good pick for a purecacao kid

I’m actually already planning to use Cocoa Powder for a fankid, so that’s already take

I suppose nothing’s wrong with Coconut Sugar, other than maybe the sugar is too dark for my ideas. But I’m biased against it because I don’t like coconuts, but that’s purely a personal thing

Now which fankids do I like the most? Well generally it has to do with how much I like their designs. But I’d say some of my favorites are Choco Madeleine, Iced Coffee Cookie, Turtle Fudge Cookie, Red Mochi Cookie, Dark Plum Cookie, Vampire Shrimp Cookie, Violet Sugar Cookie, Charcoal Cheese Cookie (even if he’s in limbo right now), and Chowder Cookie and Purple Plum Cookie

I fully admit that these are disproportionately Dark Choco Cookie fankids, but one I have a disproportionate amount of them, and two I guess I just ended up putting more into them? I feel bad about that, makes me feel like I only care if it’s one of my hyperfixation characters. Now I want to try and put extra effort in my non Dark Choco/Cacao ones (also truth be told I’m getting a bit sick of Dark Cacao ones, I have 9 total, not counting the two I’m redoing, most unfinished and I don’t tend to have many options for what to do. Dark Choco at least has more options for things to do since he’s not tied down to the kingdom)

[rosejigglypuff76]

Cookie Run Kimura AU - Arcade Shenanigans (Photomanip Edit Set)

Venturing into Shangrila Mall during a nice early evening, I managed to spot a bunch of cookies having fun in the Q Power Station Arcade! 🎀

When I say that I spotted a bunch of cookies, I do mean it! Here's the list of who I saw! 🌹

🪴 Group 1 🪴 *Sea Fairy Kimura 🌊 *Herb Kimura 🪴 *Dark Choco Watanabe 🍫 *Moonlight Nightlight 🌙

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🪴 Group 2 🪴 *Leo Perry the Choco Ring Lion *Jun Rai the Buttershell Fox *Mei Tanuki the Maple Panda *Snow Sugar Christain *Icicle Yeti Anderson *Cherry Bomb Futaba *Pancake Ikue *Custard Fujisaki III

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🪴 Group 3 🪴 *Mango Estrada *Cream Puff Amai *Lime Saionji *Oranage Koizumi *Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty Franchise) *Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic Franchise)

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🪴 Group 4 🪴 *Chiffon *Red Velvet Mochi *Knight Majora *Adventurer Ocarina *Blue Slushy Kiibo *Cherry Blossom Futaba *Pomegranate Sunako *Purple Yam Yaku *Walnut Goro

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🪴 Group 5 🪴 *Sparkling Isui *Vampire Endomoto *Habanero Amada *Pink Choco Amore *Peach Takamaki *Plum Suou *Coffee Star

[ghostwoodsketches]

My Qsmp egg oc, PipBen!

His profile

story:

Pipben set up his teacup. Every week, he would spend time sculpting the clay and mud into an egg shape. He would practice talking to it, and speak to it like he would a real egg. 

If he hadn’t been such a coward, he would have met and befriended other eggs. He could have had a family. 

Pipben sniffs, wiping tears from his eyes and he used his little hands to shape the mud cookies for his friend, setting no less than four small blue pebbles into them to mimic chocolate chips. 

He could have a family right now, but instead all he does is watch from the edges. He felt like he was a glass bubble, and it was cracking lately, the shards digging into his thoughts. There’s nothing stopping him from meeting up with the new batch of eggs on the islands…. They seemed kind. There was some sort of camp, he knew that much. Would he ever be able to go to a camp? 

What was stopping him? Pipben mused through his thoughts. He has so much love to give. 

He fills his teacup up with berry water, plopping down on the tree stump and kicking his legs back and forth in a rhythmic, repetitive and soothing motion, his ankles no doubt going to be plum purple from the rough woods beneath him. 

He could have reached out, but he was scared. So many times he could have reached out to the islanders, the eggs, the federation. He could have had a family. 

He’s met another egg, sure, but it was… different. The egg said the federation called him defective. Looking down at his translucent skin, the yolk bouncing around like it was inside a lava lamp, PipBen assumes he would also be considered defective as well. 

Well, maybe- maybe PipBens not… His train of thought trailed off when he heard voices in the forest. Were those…. They couldn’t be.. right? 

PipBen stood up, tucking the cub into his beetle backpack and peering around the trees until he could make out the shapes of… other eggs? Before he could stop himself, PipBen made a quick decision as the group got farther away to follow them. 

“Hey! Wait for me! Can I come with you?” He was running before he could stop to think, calling out to them.

@which-qsmp-egg-would

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

[slippy-socks]

in honor of me filling out half of the “what do you think the ghouls smell like” form and then accidentally closing the tab before i finished i’m posting my thoughts here (on my most ghost-related blog lmao) bc i had so much fun with this :)

GHOUL SCENT HEADCANONS

AETHER: spicy, patchouli incense. like the inside of an occult shop. velvet and magic itself. a bit of his own sweat but not in an unpleasant way.

CIRRUS: similar to 11:11 by lake and skye. ozone, almost aquatic but not quite. clean and crisp and bracing.

CUMULUS: like cirrus but warmer, more amber/white musk-y. like freshly laundered sheets, a little sweet. like milk by dedcool with a bit more dried flowers

SODO: gasoline, like an oil slick in a parking lot a kid would take a picture of and post to tumblr in 2014. the smell of a put out fire rather than the fire itself. smoky with the faintest hint of wet pavement under it all

MOUNTAIN: ponderosa pine (bark smells like vanilla/cinnamon). sharp in the nose at first like the bite of high altitude air, but quickly turns deep and woodsy/mulchy/hazelnut-y

AURORA: the frosting on those store-bought sugar cookies, the best parts of outdoor childhood birthday parties, very nostalgic. sweet but not headache-inducing. or floral, mostly rose (le labo rose 31 vibes)

PHANTOM: plum and stone fruit in general. deep and rich and warm, like how the color purple looks

SUNSHINE: i don't know how but she smells like the way sparkling orange wine feels in your mouth. citrusy and bright, invigorating. maybe a little bit of sunscreen but not in a bad way. brings back memories of midday picnics and sunburnt shoulders

SWISS: leather and spices and smoke. like firecrackers at summer night festivals. like the tall handsome stranger in an old western movie

RAIN: well, rain. musky and a little heavier. just the tiniest bit of seawater, maybe a salty bite. a bit of that pleasant old book smell. his scent clings to other ghouls a little longer than most

IFRIT: cherries and vanilla. he smells like he's important. decadent, like he should be dripping in diamonds and gold

ALPHA: gunpowder, tobacco, rum, what those old spice/just for men products wish they could be. effortlessly masculine

ZEPHYR: woodsy and fresh, that cold and wet smell of fresh fallen snow. coffee beans. maybe a little lily if you squint?

MIST: evenings at the lake in the late winter. cool and green, minty, lavender, similar to you or someone like you by etat libre d’orange