#so I added cupcake glitter

[nekohooch]

every word on our hearts engraved

(Acrylic, canvas, glitter)

[cranberrymoons]

have a cup(cake) of cheer

prompt: cooking together (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 668 tags: future fic, rockstar eddie/teacher steve, evil pta moms notes: this one is part of the future fic series! it stands alone, but just for context, corroded coffin exists and is very successful! steve is a teacher and they have four kids 🥰

welcome to Day 6 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

“Give me the –” Steve says, gesturing at the pastry bag on the counter. “The that.”

He pushes his glasses up the end of his nose with the back of his wrist and shakes his hair out of his eyes, frustrated and sticky and – Eddie glances up from where he’s diligently adding glitter sprinkle snow to the top of the iced cupcakes. He makes a face.

“You realize we could’ve just bought these,” he says under his breath as he hands it over. “No one would have even known.”

Steve lets out a hollow laugh. “You clearly haven’t met Jackie from the PTA.” He squeezes out a dollop of chocolate icing. “Sorry, Jaqueliiiine , even though everyone knows she’s not actually French. She’s from Texas.” He ices another cupcake. “Jackie from Texas who’s out to get me.”

“Baby, come on,” Eddie says. “I doubt she’s harboring some secret vendetta against you. You just don’t like her because she put you on ticket-taking duty at the start of year picnic.”

“She told me to buy the cupcakes,” Steve says. He widens his eyes. “Because she was – how did she put it – ‘just so concerned about how difficult it must be to manage a family and a career with a partner who’s always leaving on tour’.”

Eddie snorts. “I take it back,” he says. “She sucks.”

Steve looks up from his cupcakes. “Right? Thank you. Robin said I was overreacting.” 

He squeezes the pastry bag again with more force than necessary, and the icing comes out faster than he means for it to, drooping down over the sides of the cupcake.

“Does she realize who she’s dealing with?” Eddie asks, shooting Steve a sideways glance. “I mean, you’re not being nice to her, are you?”

“No, but I’m biding my time,” Steve says. He finishes with the tray he’s working on and sits back in his chair, watching Eddie work. “I just need to figure out how to hit her where it hurts.”

Eddie lets out a laugh as he pulls Steve’s tray of cupcakes toward himself to start adding sprinkles. 

“Run against her in the next board election,” he says. “That’d show her.”

And he sort of sounds like he’s joking, but Steve frowns as he turns it over in his mind, staring out the darkened window at the shadowy shape of the lemon tree in the backyard. He doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it first.

“That might actually work,” he says after a moment.

“I know,” Eddie says. He glances up, flashing a smile. “That’s why I said it.”

Steve gives his ankle a little kick under the table. “Don’t be a dick.” He squints. “Do you think I’d win?”

“You’re the only hot dad on the PTA, and you have a very famous rockstar for a husband,” Eddie says. “Just tell them you’ll get Coldplay to do the winter carnival next year or something. They’ll vote you in for sure.”

“Isn’t that kind of cheating?” And then, maybe more importantly because he doesn’t actually really care about being fair, “Can you actually get them to play?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “They owe me a favor after that thing at the VMAs last year. This is worth cashing in for.”

“I love you,” Steve says. He hooks his foot around the back of Eddie’s ankle. “So fucking much.”

Eddie grins at him. “As if I’d let King Steve go down to Jackie from Texas without a fight.”

Steve laughs and reaches over to snag the over-iced cupcake. He peels off the paper and breaks it in two, taking a bite as he passes the other half to Eddie. 

“Jackie can suck it,” he says. “She doesn’t even know how to make her own cupcakes. Did you know she brought store bought ones to the Thanksgiving bake sale?”

Eddie looks genuinely scandalized as he takes a bite of his own cupcake half. “She didn’t.”

“She did,” Steve says. “And they weren’t even good ones.”

[also on ao3]

[isabel3710]

So a little while ago I wrote a one-shot for @rocksibblingsau. Basically I rewrote the TrollsTopia episode 'Bad Hair Day' to include Rock Branch and I thought I would share it will all of you!

I don't know if I'm going to post it on AO3 yet so let me know if I should.

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Two Rock Trolls were sitting in an angler bus, even though they weren’t talking to each other the silence wasn’t awkward. One of them was Branch, the Prince of the Rock Trolls. He was sitting at a table and reading. The other one was one of his best friends, Petra, she was sitting on the couch and plucking away at a guitar.

Branch glanced out the window, “looks like we’re almost there.”

“Great” Petra said “I can’t wait for the concert.” 

“And to see Val and Demo,” Branch added.

“Yeah sure” she agreed “but if it wasn’t for Bad Hair Day agreeing to perform in TrollsTopia then we wouldn’t be going at all. Thanks for that by the way.”

“No problem,” Branch grinned. 

When Poppy extended an invitation to the popular rock band to perform in the new mixed genre city they were originally were going to say no. But then Barb found out and managed to convince the lead singer, Billy, to accept.

Branch and Billy were close and Billy knew that Branch had been wanting to visit his friends in TrollsTopia ever since they moved but had been too busy to properly justify it. That was part of the reason why Branch hadn’t been to any Bad Hair Day concerts recently, so his sister decided to kill two birds with one stone.

He was still a little annoyed at her for making him take a break but she, rightfully, pointed out that things weren’t (probably) going to fall into anarchy if he was gone for a couple of days. And if things did fall into anarchy then Branch knew she could handle herself.

It wasn’t long before the bus jolted to a stop “looks like we’re here” Petra said “are you coming?”

Branch stood “of course I am.” 

The two Rock Trolls stepped out into the bright sunny forest that Pop Village and TrollsTopia was located in. Branch squinted in the sunlight and sighed and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. He did not miss this. 

“Did you really grow up here?” Petra asked.

“Unfortunately” Branch sighed “come on, let’s go find Val.” 

It didn’t take long before they spotted Val talking with a pink haired troll, Poppy. Branch remembered how his friend mentioned how the two of them had become close since she moved there. Not friends, yet, but Branch figured it wouldn’t be long until they were.

The two walked over and they could hear Val speaking “Anyway, I wanted you to meet Petra, my best friend from back home. She follows Bad Hair Day to all their shows!”

Petra stepped up besides her “guilty as charged!”

“You’re her best friend?” Poppy repeated, then she spotted Branch. “Oh my gosh, Branch! I didn’t know you were coming.”

Branch braced himself as he was forcibly pulled into a hug, he sighed. “Hi Poppy.”

She pulled away and Branch turned to Val “hey Thundershock.”

“Hey Branch” Val said with a grin and the two did the handshake/fist bump combo they came up with when they were kids. “Glad to see you were able to make it, thought for sure you wouldn’t.”

Petra laughed “I’m pretty sure Barb would’ve tied him up and forced him onto the bus if he hadn’t gone willingly.”

Branch was about to respond with a sharp wit when he was interrupted “oh my glitter!” It was Poppy “I can’t believe I didn’t know you two were coming, I would have made personalized gift baskets for you.” Poppy then pulled out two baskets full of cupcakes out of her hair “luckily I always have extras!”

She handed him and Petra each one and they both looked at each other, they both knew that they wouldn’t be eating these. Branch still remembered how sweet Pop Troll food was, and cupcakes and other deserts were worse. 

Petra turned to formally address Poppy “You must be the troll Val’s told me so much about. The one who got her to go to girls’ night.”

“Eh. Wasn’t that big a deal. We made friendship bracelets!” Poppy grabbed Val’s hand to show off the matching bracelets. 

“K, Poppy, you’re full-on double rainbow. Gonna need you to dial it back down to a single.” Val turned to her two friends “Come on, you two have gotta see Rock Hollow before the show.”

“You go on ahead” Branch said “I’m going to meet up with Demo. But I do want to see it later.” 

“For sure,” Val said, “I’ll catch you later.” 

The two girls left, leaving Poppy and Branch alone. “It’s really good to see you” Poppy said “you look different than the last time I saw you.” 

“Do I? I’m just in my concert attire.” 

Branch’s hair was pulled back with a cloth headband, which would showcase to the other rock troll concert goers that he was there to chill and didn’t want to participate in things like moshing or crowd surfing. He had swapped out his normal, fabric leaf vest for a dark blue leather one and underneath was a gray ‘Bad Hair Day’ band shirt. 

“So you like Bad Hair Day a lot then?” She guessed.

Branch nodded “oh yeah, the lead and I, Billy, we go way back.” 

“So you’re here to support him?” She asked, “that’s so sweet!”

“I’m also here because I like their music and I want to see my friends,” he raised a brow, “so I’m gonna go find Demo now.”

“Oh right!” She said with a laugh “well have fun.”

He hummed and then remembered the gift basket and handed it to her “also, you can have this back. I’m not going to eat any of them.”

“Oh” she deflated, Branch waited for her to get upset or tell him that he was being rude. But instead she perked up “well thanks! Ooh! Maybe I can give it to Petra so she can have double the cupcakes.” 

Branch blinked as she ran off, huh, seems like having different types of trolls around affected her and made her more accepting than he thought it was going too. 

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Later Branch was sitting with Demo outside of the stage where Bad Hair Day was going to perform, the two were helping to educate the non-rock trolls on proper concert etiquette. 

“So, let me get this straight” a Techno Troll said “if someone doesn’t want to mosh then you don’t pull them into it?”

“Yes” he said with a sigh “how would you feel if someone pulled you into a large crowd of people without warning. Especially if you didn’t want to.”

“Oh, that makes sense” the troll said “thanks!”

“Branch!” He turned to see a pink Pop Troll running at him.

He took a step back before he could be rammed into “yes Poppy?”

“Petra wants Val to leave TrollsTopia!”

“Yeah, I know” Branch said, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Demo trying to sneak away.

“What?!”

He sighed “Petra is one of my best friends, of course she told me about her concerns. I’m worried about Val too.”

“What do you mean?” Poppy asked.

“What I mean” Branch said “is that ever since moving here Val seems like she’s being forced into changing.”

“No one is forcing her” Poppy said “she’s just opening up more.”

“Did you know that she was supposed to come back to Rock Volcano City to visit over my birthday?” Branch asked.

“What?” Poppy said “no! When was your birthday? Did you have a party? Why didn’t you invite me? I could have helped.”

“Poppy, stop!” He held up a hand “I didn’t have a party, it was meant to be a hang out with friends and family. And I didn’t invite you because one, you would have made a big deal over it. And two, we aren’t that close.”

Poppy pouted “but-”

“Stop,” he interrupted, “and let me finish.”

“Right” she nodded “sorry.” 

“As I was saying” Branch sighed “Val was supposed to come but she didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because of you” he said bluntly “when Demo arrived, without Val, he told me that you convinced her to stay because of some kind of event.”

“What event?” Poppy tilted her head.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Branch said “the point is that because of your influence and pressure Val and I haven’t seen each other since she moved here.”

“So you want her to leave TrollsTopia?” Poppy asked.

“I want to make sure she’s making the right choice and that she is changing in a way that she wants too.” Branch said “if she is happy with who she’s becoming then I’ll support her.”

“Well can you tell Petra not to try and convince her to leave? Poppy asked.

“No.” Branch said “not only do I not want to but I also know that I won’t be able to.”

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The show was due to start in about a half hour so a line was beginning to form so people could try and be the first ones to get their tickets checked. Branch and Demo were also in line, neither one of them bothered to get to the front and were just having a good time getting caught up. 

Then Branch spotted Petra approaching, without Val, and he stepped away. “Petra? Where’s Val? I thought you two were hanging?”

“We were,” she said, looking annoyed, “but Poppy kept showing up and just now pulled Val off into a musical number.”

“Seriously?” Branch sighed “well, you’re in luck. I think I have something that will help.”

He reached into his hair and pulled out four lanyards, Petra’s eyes went wide. “You got us backstage passes?!”

He chuckled, “Bill was very excited to hear I was coming to a show.” Branch passed over two to his friend “Demo and I will meet you in there.”

“Thanks man,” she said, “you're the best.” 

“I know!” He called after her as she ran off. Then he turned and threw one of the lanyards at Demo, laughing as his friend stumbled back and barely stopped himself from falling over. 

“Backstage passes?!” He exclaimed “my royal rockness,” he gave Branch an overly dramatic bow “I thank you.”

“Yeah yeah” Branch rolled his eyes “lets just go.”

As they headed to the backstage area there was the sound of something exploding, the two rock trolls glanced up at the sky before turning to each other with a shrug and headed backstage. 

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During the show Petra and Branch were watching Poppy and Val talk. “So,” Branch said, “Val’s staying.” 

Petra nodded “as long as she’s happy.”

“Yeah” he sighed “I’m just glad Poppy isn’t forcing her to change.”

“Did you two talk about her visiting more?” She asked. 

“We did,” Branch said. “She was pretty upset about missing my birthday so she’s planning on visiting in a couple of weeks to make it up to me. Also, she’s been putting off meeting with Barb to update her on how TrollsTopia is doing so she’s gotta do that.”

Technically each section of TrollsTopia wasn’t part of any Trolls Kingdom (except for the Pop area), but since it was so new the leaders of each Tribe liked to stay updated on how it was doing.

“Oof” Val said “is Barb upset?”

“She probably should be,” Branch admitted, “but I think Barb’s more impressed that Val has been avoiding her for so long, and getting away with it.”

[another-lost-mc]

candy prompts: karasu + sweet

during your first halloween together, karasu spends some time in the kitchen to impress you.

pairing: karasu x gn!reader

cw: nothing except for kissing, fluff and domestic bliss all 'round.

word count: 700.

a/n: this was inspired by the adorable karasu cupcake art made by @cosmicstarlatte. 🧡

You're adding the finishing touches to your Halloween costume when there's a sudden noise outside. The front door opens and quietly shuts again, and a happy grin spreads across your face when Karasu's familiar gait shuffles down the hall towards the bedroom you both share. When he appears in the doorway, his hair is a little out of place from the wind and his glasses are nowhere to be seen, probably tucked into one of his pockets for safekeeping. He rocks back on his heels slightly as he admires you, keeping his hands tucked firmly behind his back.

"Your outfit looks lovely." Like always, Karasu's comment is laced with adoration and your body warms through with his praise. His reflection in the mirror sweeps its gaze up and down your body. Your costume for tonight's party is hardly what you'd consider scandalous, but the heat in his eyes is undeniable.

You smile at him in the mirror as you tilt your face and inspect your costume makeup one more time. "I'll help you with your makeup once you've changed. You should probably get ready soon so we're not late."

Diavolo's birthday party is in less than an hour and the Devildom air feels charged with mischief and celebration. Karasu left earlier that afternoon to take care of an errand at Purgatory Hall, or so he claimed when he rushed out the door—you assumed it was something technology-related if his presence was required. "What did Simeon do to his D.D.D. this time that he needed your help with? I told him not to click anymore links in his Dmail messages if he's not sure who sent them."

Karasu takes a few hesitant steps towards you and something like guilt crosses his expression as he clears his throat. "Actually, the young angel Luke was helping me with something."

Huh? You spin around quickly in your seat; nothing about that vague explanation made any sense. "What do you mean?"

"Luke is an experienced baker, and I know Halloween is a special holiday for you." He looks a little bashful when he finally reveals what he's been hiding behind his back: a simple white pastry box, tied with black and orange ribbon. "I wanted to make something for you, and he offered to teach me because my own skills are poor at best."

You take the box from him gently, weighing the featherlight box in your hands carefully. The delicate ribbon gives way easily when you pull on the ends, and the top lifts up so you can look inside. The familiar scent of warm vanilla bean makes your mouth water, and you realize that nestled inside is a cupcake. The bottom is wrapped with shimmery black paper and there's a layer of deep-red buttercream swirled generously on top. You bite your lip to stifle a giggle when you notice a small black feather stuck to the side of the cake; you're not sure whether that's supposed to be a decoration or a little kitchen mishap he overlooked.

No matter how many feathers ended up stuck in the frosting, his thoughtful gesture feels overwhelming despite its simplicity. "You went to all this trouble for me? You don't even like desserts," you murmur quietly. You set the box gently on the dressing table before standing up to face him properly.

His lips twitch into a bashful smile and his palm is warm when he cups your cheek softly. "I might not like them, but you do." His wind-chapped lips brush across your brow. "Happy Halloween, dear one." When he catches your gaze, his dark eyes glitter with so much emotion that it nearly takes your breath away.

You should be ushering him towards the bathroom to shower and get ready for the party, but his lips are chilly from the blustery weather outside and that simply won't do. It's almost instinctive, the way you tilt your head up so you catch his lips with yours. He hums happily against your mouth, and like the sugary-sweet pastry he made for you, kissing him is too much temptation to resist.

Perhaps no one will notice if you're a few minutes late to the party after all.

read more: halloween 2023 masterlist || obey me masterlist

[cluelessatthispoint]

Ougjsjs, I beg of you some platonic mercs(yandere if possible) with a Pyro reader who likes to bake. They just making cute bread while the mfs in the background fighting for a cupcake

Say no more my dear anon! As a baker, I would literally die of happiness if anyone was fighting over anything I made.

Platonic Yandere Mercs x Pyro Reader

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The smell of vanilla extract and chocolate chips wafts through the air in the kitchen deliciously. Being one of the only people on your team who can use a stove properly, it's only fair that you would make yourself a sweet treat whenever possible. No treats for Scout, no matter how much he pleads and begs.

The recipe for sugar cookies lays crumpled on the counter surrounded by bowls and dirty spoons. The mixture of butter and eggs that you spent forever beating by hand has formed stiff peaks a while ago. The glittering white, sweet crystals mixed with the golden yolk of the eggs always was your favorite part of the recipe. Turning to the side to grab the flour, a pair of warm hands playfully pat your shoulders before a warm Texan accent fills your ears.

"Well now, what sorta goodies are ya makin today firecracker?"

Rolling your eyes at Engineer's nickname for you. The memory of him first using that nickname of "firecracker" for you was one that ticked you off. Scout being the little nuisance he is thought it was funny to light some firecrackers in your room first night you slept in the building.

"Just baking some sugar cookies Engie. If your lucky and you help me mix in the flour and the rest of the ingredients, then maybe you get yourself a cookie or two." You find yourself saying with a grin as you pass him a wooden spoon.

No stranger to being in the kitchen. The Texan smiles, a small fluttering in his chest at the sight of his favorite coworker so at ease.

"Well now darlin, sounds fair to me. Now scoot yourself on over and let me mix while you preheat the oven."

The twinkling of mirth in his baby blue eyes have never dulled, even in the heat of battle. Even now, in the kitchen the way his rumbling drawl stresses on some syllables and cuts off on others is so distinctly characteristic of a Texan accent.

"You know, the rest of the boys are gonna go mad if the don't get a taste of what your bakin."

"Hah! Well too bad, if they're not here helping me, then they won't get any." You retort with a cheeky grin ad the conversation ebbs and flows between you both as if you've known each other for years.

"Hmm sounds good to me." He say with a grin as he starts to mix, measure, and pour the different ingredients with laster focus. The look on his face that is normally reserved for his contraptions in his man-cave is now fully displayed as he scowls at the recipe.

"Dont stare too hard Engie, I don't want my recipe bursting into flames." Your comment earns a hearty chuckle from the older man. His crows feet growing more noticeable as the time goes on.

So lost in your haze of yummy smells and friendly banter, you don't notice the extra hands that help out with the dishes, or the large hands that gently scoop and measure more flour for the next batch. Before you know it, in goes one batch of sugar cookies into the oven, and out comes another batch ready to be cooled.

"Heya Firecracker! You made this recipe?" Scouts voice seems to raise above the gentle din, easily catching your attention.

Looking up from the mixing bowl in your arms, the sight of the team all around the kitchen island smiling and having a good time with each other makes you smile. Just like family you think. And believe it or not, they think of you the same way.

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Tada! Let me know what yall think. I hope I wasn't too vague with my writing. I feel as if I should include more details in my writing sometimes. :)

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Unpredicted Couple

Summary: A writing Drabble in which through the POV of Myra, starts a small personal private investigation on SolChael and if they're together or not.

Word count: who fucking knows, it's long as shit tho. And I mean ESSAY long.

Rating: teen

Warning: teens being teens, implied hickeys.

(Main) Characters: Michael H, Solrin J, Myra K.

Note: this is a writing Drabble I started at 4 AM so like I'm very much kind of tired, also I'm just a youngster having fun, don't take this seriously or I'll send "Kamala is Brat" at you. Enjoy! (No I'm not taking criticism as I don't care for writing RIGHT NOWWWWWwwww... So don't pls)

Tags?: for the 2 people who might be interested- @cadybear420 @lover-also-fighter-also

I knew I had a 6th sense about romance, it was almost like it was a radar. If anyone had chemistry together, I would be able to see it immediately before everyone else. I could see potential dynamics between people, and I could always match couples with tropes.

Though there was one pairing I liked, who always got me off guard- Michael and Solrin. They always looked like they hated eachother and I thought that too, though I'd see this look in their eyes when they argued that something was going on between them, and it made me confused for the first time this year and incredibly curious about them. They always argued, usually small disagreements and glares full of hate but... There was always something off about it...

Today was Monday, 14th of October. The halls were slowly getting decorated with fake black cats and cobwebs and pumpkins, the classrooms were getting spooky fake spiders and a cauldron that contained mints and other candy that replaced most typical mint/candy jars. The teachers sometimes added really crappy Halloween puns into their teaching, and no one would admit it but it was honestly such a nice time.

It was before class started, I had gotten on my laptop and was going through my Tumblr, all I could smell was cupcake frosting as I went through my feed. the smell from the dehumidifier was on by the teachers desk at the front, and in the corner of my eye I could see it change colours from red to orange to yellow to green, you get the idea. When Sydney came by and sat next to me, I shut my laptop and turned to her.

"Hey Syd" I smiled at her, she smiled back and waved wildly at me as she sat down.

"Hey! Wanna hear something fun?" She spoke low, leaning in towards me, she looked around us before continuing.

I listened intently, although I never liked hearing gossip that much- when it came to Sydney, it at least related to me or someone we knew.

"So apparently from Emma: she was waiting by Solrin's locker this morning when Michael was power walking through the hall, holding a hand to his neck and silently cursing. He bumped into her, apologized, and went into the bathroom."

Okay. This was interesting, Michael holding his hand to his neck? Suspicious... I kept listening.

"Apparently, uhm, because he lifted his hand when he bumped into her, there was like glitter there? Like a glittery lipstick looking mark..." Sydney continued, whispering even quieter. "And when Solrin came to her locker and greeted Emma, her lipstick was the exact shade of what was supposedly on his neck, glitter colour and all..."

I had to restrain myself from gasping because I wasn't exactly expecting THAT. Did they have some confusing tension? Yeah, I did see that sometimes, but I didn't expect something between them ACTUALLY going on. I thought for the first time at Berry, I'd have been wrong about signals between them.

She sat back up right, and nodded to me.

"I can't say, but it would make sense why they look like they're flirting when they're fighting... Also!-" Sydney got a little charm that had a tiger on it out of her cardigan pocket, talking about how she got it at a thrift shop yesterday and how she adored it. It was very very cute, and I really wanted to hear her and her thrift shop adventures, but I couldn't take my mind off of that surprise information earlier... I had to think of a ship name for them, as they could very well be together behind the scenes and nobody knew it!... I didn't want to think of prying into their lives, but damn it! they were leaving treats out for the curious cat in me- and I wanted to eat them all and figure them out!...

Hmm... Maybe SolChael?

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It was October 18, 4 days after Sydney told me about that SolChael moment. It was on my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about it as it was still so shocking... I couldn't tell anyone else though as I felt it should be somewhat private.

It was another day, period 6, last (technical) class of the day. It was english, and we were tasked with finding a partner and re-enacting a dramatic part of any act in 'Romeo & Juliet' as it was our subject content for this quarter.

Solrin was partnered up with Caleb, and they were doing a really dramatic reading of 'Act 1: scene 5'. They were doing it in the hallway outside, with a few others, and they looked like they were having fun. When they came to the kissing part, they were just holding hands and moving their heads and saying "mwah mwah mwah" before laughing their heads off at how stupid it felt. I was seated right by the door so I had a 1st class viewing of it all. I didn't really care much though as I didn't really feel like acting that day.

Michael didn't seem so either. He was sitting next to me, face on the table and resting. However, I noticed how he would clench his fists tightly when he heard them laughing and having fun outside...

"You okay Michael? You seem a bit tired..." I asked, trying to be subtle.

"Myra, shush please, I'm trying to shut my brain off..." He responded dejectedly.

I playfully tapped the back of his head.

"Wow, I feel so much better, thanks Myra..." He gave a thumbs up, before sitting up and going on his phone.

I didn't know how to feel about him seemingly having jealousy. Or was he just incredibly annoyed hearing the repeated "Mwah"'s?... Who knew... Because I didn't.

He did glance up though at them two times before keeping his eyes glued to his phone...

The curious cat in me was about to get run over by a truck at this point of how much I was itching to interrogate them about how they were behind the scenes. UGH.

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It was lunch, and I was sitting back with everyone at our table. It seemed short of 2 people, but I didn't know who.

I was eating a fruit bowl and a Capri Sun, looking at everybody. There was Caleb, Aiden, Sydney, Emma, Luis, Maria, and... Where were Solrin and Michael?

where were they? Ever since October 14th, they've always been having coincidences with eachother. They definitely had something going on now, and my thought only intensified when Solrin came by with her lunch box. Her face flushed. Wearing her dark grey leather jacket over her tank top and distressed denim shorts. It was a bit cold now, it made sense...

She looked like she was out of air though. Her face was red and she was breathing slightly heavy, she was telling everybody that she was running from the bathroom, to her locker, to here and it was taking a lot of time... But I couldn't bring myself to believe her. She was touching her collarbone I think through her jacket a lot, her lipstick was slightly smudged, and she looked a bit dazed. I didn't want to ask though.

"I'm guessing Michael is spending time with Wes & co?" Caleb asked, rhetorically, I couldn't help it though.

"You mean, Wes & *Koh*?... Okay I'll stop before I stop." I went back to my fruit bowl.

"Thank fuck for that, I don't want to see his ass" Solrin responded bitterly

"Solrin, please, let's not today..." Emma spoke up. Solrin looked at her, before sighing, and apologizing.

She looked so worked up in a way, and because of Michael and her being late, I couldn't help but think that maybe they had a little moment before going their separate ways...

Jeez... This SolChael affair has been getting to me. I love you, but I'm kind of mad you told me about them Sydney, now I must go through with staying my subtle investigation on them.

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23rd of October, and there were TOO many coincidences of events happening between SolChael that I had seen by accident, that were confirming my thought process.

Michael had accidentally pulled out Solrin's usual lip balm from his bag during English right beside me on Monday, and for lunch they were both late again and also Solrin was wearing jeans that looked an awful lot like Michael's jeans that got shredded when he slid on concrete after a skateboard fail, and this was only Monday.

On Tuesday, they had a really intimate stare down as they were 'talking' in homeroom and giving jabs at eachother, I glanced only once and felt my face flush with how it felt like I was intruding on them. They're so together that it's obvious.

Today was Wednesday, and apparently there was a big Halloween party that was being held. Everyone in our year was invited, and I decided that I'd go to catch a glance of them, just one more incident and I could put my SolChael investigation to rest.

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On the day of Halloween, I dressed up in my costume. Big black boots, green skin, long fake nails, big dress, and a nice witch hat. I picked up my cauldron themed bag, and held it in my hand before leaving my house.

Getting to the party, it was pretty tame. The music was clearly from a 2014 playlist on Spotify, the refreshment table was just a mix of sickening sweets and savoury snacks, and there were only cordials for drinks. Though there were a bunch of game tables playing uno and monopoly, hearing the yells of betrayal as I wandered around. Many complimented my outfit, as I traversed the house.

My legs were aching after a good 40 minutes of looking at everything, I needed a break.

Going over to a door and opening it, it revealed a nice chill out room that had been bags in the corner and- OH.

To my surprise, I walked in on Michael and Solrin kissing aggressively. Her arms over his neck, his hands tightly holding onto her waist, they were in their own world before they heard the door softly hit the wall. Looking at me with wide eyes as I did to them, yeah, no doubt about it was it confirmed they were together or at least had something going on.

I backed away and went shut the door, until Solrin called out for me. Pushing Michael off gently and going over to me.

"Wait!" She looked at me, a bit nervous, "Myra, I know this was a lot to see, but can you... Can you please not tell anyone?... We're..."

She looked back over her shoulder at Michael, I couldn't see his expression since she blocked my view of him, but she looked back at me with a sheepish smile.

"We're a bit complicated... So please... Just keep this like an oath to yourself, okay?" She then gently shut the door on me.

I hadn't expected to find exactly what I was looking for, well more than what I was hoping to find anyway.

I kept my promise though. I kept their relationship like an oath and spoke nothing about it. No hints, I even dismissed allegations about them from people.

My curious cat has died, but it revived from the satisfaction of knowing that they were indeed together... In a way at least.

[himehanni]

🥳can you do gustav cooking with reader ?like cupcake or something pastry or wtv it called🍰🧁

(No smut just fluffy🤷it can be fem reader or boy reader since it only fluff lol,so it for everyone)

Made with love

ɴᴏ sᴍᴜᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ . ɪ ᴀᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ғɪᴄ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛs ᴀ ɢᴜsᴛᴀᴠ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ^^

ʏ/ɴ’s ᴘᴏᴠ:

“Gustav can we make this cake i saw on tv..?” I asked him while we were cuddling. “Sure do we have the stuff though..?” He said while looking at the wall. “Im pretty sure..” i said while getting up and stretching my legs. He nodded and got up with me and both of us walked to the kitchen and grabbed the ingredients. I grabbed the box that contained the main ingredient i opened it and gave it to Gustav and kept the box. “Okay so open the bag and pour it in the bowl.” I said carefully so he could hear. He poured the cake mix in the bowl successfully “did i do it right..?” He said. I nodded “perfect! Then grab the milk and pour two cups in the bowl!” I said crossing my legs. He did exactly what he said can we think about the fact that he’s a sweet boy! I love his personalit- “y/n? Whats next..” he said.

“Oh sorry i was zoned out let me see..” i looked at the box and read the instructions “crack two eggs then stir” i said. He grabbed the eggs and cracked it perfectly in the bowl with no egg shells. Then he stirred it and it turned into cake batter “i’ll cut the strawberry’s and you put the cake in the tin but use spray butter so it cant stick the to tin alright..?” I said. “Alright!” He said and grabbed the tin mean while for me i grabbed the strawberry’s out of the fridge and grabbed a wood cutting board from our drawer and also grabbed a knife i cutted the strawberry’s in half and only did 7 of them.

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two hours went by and i was putting the pink icing on the cake while Gustav was preparing the plates and forks. I finally finished the base layer then used the vanilla icing and made swirls on each side and put the strawberry’s on the cake. I decided to be extra and added edible glitter to it i smiled for my proud hard work and looked at Gustav “taadaa!” I showed him. He smiled and clapped “that looks so yummy!” He squealed. I quickly grabbed the knife and grabbed a plate and placed a singular piece of cake and grabbed him his fork and gave it to him. “Taste!” I said. He nodded and grabbed the fork and tasted one piece of the cake he widen his eyes and smiled “thats so good..” he said. I smiled and said “it was made from love..!”

I hoped you like my first ever Gustav fic i made!! :3 this is definitely not my best fic i made but close enough!!

— From himehanni 🤍

[anemonapop]

Some stamps + a cupcake photo that I added glitter to so I can use them on my neocities!!! ٩(♡ε♡)۶

[apocalypsewriters]

Not My Magical Destiny part 5

Intro <<previous (part 4) 

the end :)

A college student dressed in all black walked through the door. His hair brushed his ears, half black and half terrible auburn. Chains and blunt spikes lined the seams of his dress pants. A strained smile pulled at his face, dimple creasing by his temple. I stood from where I was restocking the desserts: roses, poodles, and other puff pastries.

“Welcome to Purebread Pastries, what can I get for you?” I greeted brightly.

I had never seen anyone’s face drop faster. Tears welled in his eyes, which I noticed were already red-rimmed. Empathy flared in my chest, unbidden but welcome. 

“Oh, hey. How about a cupcake, on the house?” I suggested, desperate to cheer this person up. “For here or to go?”

He sniffled and nodded, jerking his thumb towards the door before pointing to a blueberry tart sprinkled with edible gold glitter. It was one of my favorites to make and eat. I added it to the box with the pastel cupcake.

Walking over to the cash register, I asked, “Anything else?”

He started to shake his head but stopped with a look in his eye I couldn’t place. He spoke for the first time since setting foot in the bakery. “Would it-” His words rasped to a halt. He cleared his throat, wiped his eyes, and tried again. “Would it be weird to ask for a hug?”

I set the box to the side and stepped around the counter. “Not at all,” I said, stretching my arms out. I twitched my fingers forward. 

The force he slammed into me sent me stumbling back. My ribs felt like they were cracking from his warm embrace. Given he didn’t seem to want to let go, I leaned into the hug. He smelled like biblichor, reminding me of an old library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Before I closed my eyes, my gaze caught on the wallpaper singed from the kitchen fire not too long ago. 

He stepped back, hands lingering on my shoulders for a moment. I let him be the one to continue the retreat.

Finally on the other side of the counter again, he murmured, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” I said brightly. “Here’s the receipt. Have a good one!”

As he stepped away from the counter, he seemed reluctant to leave. He took his desserts to a green-clad woman who seemed to be his companion. The pair seemed to be in their own little world, oblivious to how loud they were in the near-silent bakery. I had nothing better to do, nothing better to think about, so I listened in.

“They don’t remember me, Envy,” he whispered, choked up.

The woman, Envy, placed a hand over his. She said, “It’s for the best. I wouldn’t have wanted the favor I called in to go to waste.”

“There’s nothing I can do, is there?”

Envy shook her head. “You shouldn’t try. Chastity’s magic is not something to be messed with, especially with something as potent as a memory wipe. They were already unstable as it was.”

What a strange conversation. I hoped that the desserts they bought would help. At least the generous tip would go towards my college funds and possibly also the reinvigoration of my ultimate frisbee endeavors.

“I don’t know what I’ll do without them. I’ve never… never done anything…” Some quiet emotion broke off whatever the boy was trying to say.

Stiffly, the woman slung an arm across his shoulders. He curled into her embrace, desperate. 

The conversation trailed off, and the boy seemed more lost than ever. If I was to describe heartbreak to someone, I would show his face. He opened the door, letting his companion out first. He paused in the doorway, looking back at me.

“Goodbye, stranger,” I called. “I hope you feel better soon.”

He never introduced himself to me, not when he walked in, not after hugging me.

“Goodbye, Kodi.”

He closed the door behind himself, resting it shut, lingering on the steps. His shoulders rose and fell unsteadily. Every step he took away from the bakery seemed more unsure than the last, but he continued on.

Under my breath, I whispered to the retreating figure, “Goodbye, Gabriel.”

<<previous (part 4) 

[the-fiction-witch]

Ice Cream Boy!

Media Accused

Character Jake Murry (Slight Age Up)

Couple Jake X Reader

Rating Cute

Fictional Advent Day One

I stood in the back kitchen as I hummed along to the music that played on the radio that sat on the table. All while I worked with my machine, I watched as it filled the containers, often level to make sure we didn't get air bubbles. Once It was full, I made sure the top was nice and level while it also had some mild design, I turned off the machine and set the containers on the tray. I wheeled the tray into the freezer. I packed each tray into its place and labelled it with the sharpie from my pocket. I jumped a little as I heard the bell on the front door, so I added the last tray of double swivel bubble gum to the shelf and I left the freezer, I made sure to shut it behind me as I left the back kitchen. I Made my way into the main shop, light lavender walls, white accents, the small tables stacked up with their chairs ready for the morning, the cabinet empty and the light turned off. The windows with the view to the street the lights shining across the road and the snow fluttering softly onto the already heavily covered streets. I saw a girl stood in the middle of the shop. She looked about my age, in a pair of little black boots, Black tights, a grey sweater dress, a long green coat with black fluffy hems, and her long hair in a sweet braid full of glitter that seemed to litter behind her. "Hello!" she smiled doing a little spin to face me. "Uhhh hi," I answered a little concerned but kinda smiling at the same time, "I'm sorry, did you not see the sign? we're closed. I was about to start locking up," "Oh… I'm sorry, Guess I was just a little too excited," she giggled, "It's okay, take your time I'm not in a big rush," "Ohh thank you!" she giggled "What is this magical place?" she smiled with such a sweet infectious innocent joy. "Uhhh My shop," "Shop." she giggled "I've not been in a shop before, What do you have at this little shop?" "Ohh well, we make custom ice cream, we hand bake cookies and cupcakes, we also do chocolate covered strawberries they are lovely, and we do milkshakes, milk tea, and hot chocolate which is very popular this time of year," I explained. "Ice cream!" she giggled, "You must be the ice cream boy!" "Uhh yeah, I guess," "Could I try some ice cream?" "Uhhhh… sure I think I have a bit of strawberry and chocolate," I answered going over to the little freezer where we stored the little paper tubs for people to buy and take home with them "Yeah I have one left" I told her "Ohh I don't have any money" she said "Oh, well it's okay I'd have to get rid of it after Tuesday anyway don't worry about it." I told her as I handed it over "Really?" "yeah, happy holidays miss" "Aww thank you" she smiled taking it and a little wooden spoon "Ummmmmm" she smiled "it's delicious, thank you" she giggled "Your welcome," "Y/n" She smiled offering her hand "Jake, I uhh I've not seen you around here before" "New to town. but I think you will be seeing me fairly often" she smiled "See you around" "Yeah see you" I smiled as she happily scampered off into the snow with her ice cream.

[sassykattery]

Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 8

Let the celebration continue.

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Use of gendered language and terms of endearment

Themes: Birthday. Romance. DiavoloxMC.

Characters: MC="you", Diavolo, mention Barbatos, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Simeon, Solomon

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy~

-8pm-

You looked out, not recognizing where you were at first. After a few moments, you realized you were under the gazebo in the palace garden, looking out to the lake. Normally, you were at the shore with the rest of the gardens. It was peaceful, the sky was bright and full of twinkling stars.

"MC," you heard a warm, tenor voice call to you, one of elegance, airs of grace, and sincerity.

"Diavolo," you replied, not moving at first. Very slowly, you turned, and there he stood at the top of the gazebo steps, hand on the rail. He was in a black suit and burgundy overcoat. To you, he looked as charming as he did on your first date with him, and you felt warm thinking of that night.

"My love," he said with a heart-warming smile. Carefully, he approached, looking you over, admiring your outfit as well. He finally stood within a foot of you, and you stared at each other for some time.

He then took your hands in his and said, "Happy Birthday," before kissing your hands. His golden eyes sparkled in the darkness, like molten gold and flecks of shimmer dazzling in the moonlight.

"Thank you," you replied softly.

"You look... breathtaking," he stated, enthralled by you. He brought your hand up, and you took your cue to twirl, the dress sparkling like a million stars. At the end of your twirl, he brought you in close, leaning down to graze his nose against yours.

Finally, his lips found yours, and he tasted the delicious gloss on your lips, combined with your already intoxicating scent and natural taste. A stifled noise burned in his throat as he desperately wanted to ravish you in this moment. He was withholding, though. Such things could wait. Hopefully.

"Have a seat," he said after breaking the kiss. He gestured to the bench and sat next to you. "Have you had a good day? Tell me about it," he said, taking your hands into his once more.

"Ah, well, it's been interesting," you replied playfully. "Belphie took me to the new space exhibit, Levi and I did karaoke at our favorite bar, Barbatos and I had tea, Solomon took me to the human world to watch the sun rise, Satan and I had coffee and read a book together, Asmo and I had a spa day," you said, before taking a breath to continue. This made Diavolo laugh heartily. "And then Beel treated me to lunch, Simeon and I made cupcakes, and Mammon took me shopping," you recounted.

"An interesting day indeed," Diavolo chuckled, shaking his head. "But I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself. To be honest, I missed you all day. It was hard to stay away. However, it's been worth it to see how well everything has gone. I'm happy to see you so happy," he replied.

"Actually, I think it's well deserved considering you all ditched me yesterday, and then I had to be kidnapped by Barbatos," you retorted hotly. This made your lover laugh again.

"I'm sorry, my dear, we had to spend all day yesterday making preparations for today, and we didn't want you to find out about it," he replied. "Barbatos told me you put up a good fight, however, so color me impressed," he added. You rolled your eyes and giggled.

He came close to you again, his face just inches from yours.

"So, what are we doing for our allotted time?" you asked.

"Ah..." is all that came out for several seconds. "I suppose I should give you my gift now," he finally stated.

"You don't have to," you replied, cupping his cheek. "We can just sit and talk."

Diavolo smiled and kissed your palm, bringing your hand down. "You'll see in a moment," is all he said.

He reached below the bench and retrieved a package wrapped with glittering black wrapping paper, with a red bow tied around it.

"Well, this is the first one that's been wrapped. It finally feels like my birthday," you joked, and the prince chuckled.

Carefully, you pulled one tab of the bow, and it came apart. Gently, you pulled the wrapping paper away and were left with a book. You raised an eyebrow, recognizing the seal on the cover. Upon opening it, you read through the pages, not speaking before figuring out why he was giving you this. You had read all these pages before, not noticing any changes.

After several moments, you finally landed on the last written page.

"It is written with accordance to the law that humans may marry demons and therein hold all rights and benefits given within the marriage in the boundaries of the Devildom."

A few lines down, there was one more exerpt.

"It is written with accordance to a new law that marriages between more than two individuals are seen as valid and accepted, holding all rights and benefits given within the marriage in the boundaries of the Devildom."

You stopped, staring at the last paragraph, rereading it over and over again. Slowly, you looked up at Diavolo. He stared back at you with equally intense eyes.

"This is my gift to you," he stated. "I wanted to give you something meaningful. I've been working on it while you've been studying. I had hoped this would cheer you up–"

You gently placed the book down as he spoke and then crashed your lips into his, interrupting him, with your hands immediately gripping his rusted red locks. Without unlocking your lips from his, you scooted onto his lap and cradled his head in your hands as his hands purchased your waist. When you sniffed, Diavolo pulled away to look at you.

"I love you so much, Diavolo," you whispered breathlessly, trying to swallow back the emotion in your voice. You pressed your forehead to his. "You've given me so much; I don't even know where to begin. I-I-" You couldn't fight the sob that escaped. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"Darling..." he murmured, running his hand over your chest and stopping at your heart. "You gave me everything when you said forever, now I'm just keeping my end of the deal, to make you happy." He cupped your jaw with his other hand and brought you in for another kiss. Both of you burned with red hot desire, the coils in your abdomens screaming for you to take each other.

His hand left your jaw and chest, and he pushed you off his lap so both of you could stand. He swept you into a dancing pose, holding one set of hands out and his other hand on your waist. You two swayed to your own music, the rhythm of your heart songs.

"Diavolo," you suddenly murmured. He looked at you. "I want to marry you."

"You... You do?" he asked, his eyes widening.

You nodded. "I do. I want to be your queen, but I also want to be your wife. Do... do you want to marry me?"

Diavolo's hand gently cupped the back of your head, and he pressed his forehead against yours. "More than anything in this world do I want to be your husband. It would be my absolute privilege."

"Then... it's official, we're getting married," you mumbled, tears threatening to spill over as you gazed up at him.

"My love..." he murmured, kissing you sweetly. "I'm so happy to hear this. And it's not even my birthday," he teased.

You lightly chuckled in response and kissed him in return. Only you two existed in this slice of paradise, and it went on for a while. Quiet "I love yous" were exchanged as you two swayed. Everything was perfect.

Until Diavolo finally spoke up.

"My time is up, but I'll see you very shortly," he murmured.

"I don't want you to go," you whimpered, pushing yourself into him. He chuckled.

"As I said, you'll see me momentarily. There's someone else here to see you," he said. He quickly turned you around, and you saw no one around. Quickly, you turned back around, but Diavolo was also gone, and it was just you and your thoughts again.

"MC," a sultry, deep voice called out to you, one layered with what could only be desire and need from what you could remember.

You let the visitor walk up to you without looking for yourself, feeling his presence directly behind you. A bare hand went over your eyes, just barely touching your face. You could feel his breath tickling your neck and fluttering your tendrils. His other hand started at your shoulder, fingertips grazing down your sleeve. When his hand met yours, a small box was slipped into your grasp, and you held it tight.

His presence pulled away, as did the hand covering your eyes, and you brought the small box up to view it. It was a midnight blue satin covered box. Carefully you opened it, only to gasp and jolt when you looked inside.

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Thank you for reading <3

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[forkaround]

Top 3 Personal Favorite BLs of 2022

I would like to start by thanking everyone who replied to my 'What's the appeal of BL?' post. A friend had asked and I felt I hadn't given a satisfying answer but seeing all the reblogs and comments made my heart grow three sizes. These were things I knew to be true. These were things around me, abstract and translucent. And every answer made me so fucking happy. I could see hope. Thank You.

I got into BL this year and I can say, with ease that I've never been happier.

I am a writer. At 15 I had the idea for an epic fantasy. But things changed once I realized the female lead could end up with no one but this other female character. I steeled myself for a difficult battle because since this was gay this won't be published in India. (Back then there was still a ban on homosexuality. Section 377, if anyone's interested. A remnant of the British Raj. Lifted in 2018.) And I told myself this is going to be hard but it's fine. We can publish in the US. Parts of the story take place in the US anyway, and the rest is in another galaxy, so it's okay. We are fine.

At 20, I had an idea for a story where the female lead become the uncrowned Queen of India (Richest, most influential person in the country). Her motto was - Ambition isn't a bad word. I knew this won't be well received since a woman has ambition but I figured it won't be that bad. But I couldn't conceive of this character as anyone but a lesbian. And I knew this would never be made or rather published if she was the main character.

And in rolled the year 2022. I am 23. It's my 24th birthday and I am more excited for something else that's going to happen in two days than I am about it being my birthday and also the day I go to live, by myself, in Germany, miles from where my parents live. I can barely think about that.

All I am thinking about is -

Kinnporsche

This show is fantastic and no one can deny this but to me it's much more than a show because it made me believe there was a market for my stories. That I could do this and the road ahead wasn't as difficult as I'd thought I'd be. And that was because of how much of a phenomenon Kinnporsche was. Still is, idk. It trended worldwide every week. It trended in India every week since Ep 4. Major Indian magazines wrote about it. And for once I thought, maybe India is ready.

Kinnporsche was also a personal phenomenon. I had Sundays blocked off in my Bullet Journal as Kinnporsche Brainrot days. I bought wine for the first time in my life in anticipation of the Vegaspete episode. This show spawned 7 WIPs and added umph to pre-existing projects like the Ambition one I mentioned before. I had the time of my life reading metas and my critical thinking and media analysis skill improved because of this fandom. The fanworks were the first time in my life I've been as invested in the fandom of the fandom as I've been in the media. It glitters like gold. And in-between the changing genres and political scheming, stage blocking and color theory, and tooth rotting fluff and sadomasochism I found hope.

And what Kinnporsche started multiplied with the things to come.

Old Fashion Cupcake

I've mentioned I'm 24. I feel like I'm 40. I am a woman from a conservative country like India. I am queer but that's not the only thing about me that defies norms. And when you are young defying norms is a metric of success. When you go to college, though, things change and everything that you thought were things people were proud of, are suddenly not. All the talk of feminism and equal rights that had people clapping at 15 are all the same things that people snide at you about. It's the same with your family. And once you've finished college. The second that bachelor's degree hits your hand, the first question asked is - When are you going to start searching for a husband? And you've know for a while this is coming. And 25 feels like the end of the world. You can't imagine being 28, 30, 35, 40... And you've not even lived.

Then some guy, 5 years older than you, starts teaching his boss about some anti-aging thing. The boss is just like you, someone who hasn't lived and regrets it and you realize, a thought so powerful that your cry in the middle of the afternoon. There are as many years between me and Nozue as I've lived. It's not exact math but it shocks you down to your every cell. I feel old. But I'm not. Nozue is twice as old as me and I never thought him to be that old. And yes, life still sucks in many ways and yes, the rules of the universe are different for men and women but it also means my life doesn't end at 30. I won't be a haggard, old woman the moment the second hand moves to the next day on my birthday. Even if the world believes it - I don't have to. And it changes me coz all the things I thought I didn't have time for are suddenly things where I have all the time in the world. I have time for cute food. I have time for a cute cat. I have time to make my name. I have time to live.

And then comes something that makes me even more insane than I already am -

Love in the Air

I know. I know. But this is the first time I've seen someone that makes me as insane as Payu does. And I don't mean the department god status or the cool look. I mean the complete balance and grace this guy has. Before him it was Peggy Carter who I thought was just amazing but it was Payu that solidified the idea of why. He defies every expectation put on him. Good guy? No, he has connections to the mafia and can make you vanish with a phone call. Bad guy then? Nope, he is nice to everyone and is a general pleasure to have around. Any bad guy aesthetics are things he is passionate about in a nerdy way. The Cool Guy? Nope, he looks cool sure but it's not his goal to be a cool guy. He wants to be a nice guy. It's being nice that is cool. Nice Guy (derogatory)? Nope, he tests Rain but is pleasantly surprised every time Rain does pass the test. Narcissistic? Nope, he will put his whole pride aside for the man he loves. He will get humiliated for him any day. He is a well adjusted, respected man who is into kink. No tragic backstory, no dark impulses. Just some guy. Who likes kink.

He became dear to me and looking at him is the reason I realized that in order to make my dreams come true I can't just hope and have talent, I need discipline and balance too. But I also need grace to understand others. Enter Parpai. He spotted something wrong with Sky from the few seconds he seemed lost in thought. His priority in the finale was to take care of Sky and not being his hero or being The Hero. He cared about nothing beyond Sky's wellbeing. This is a type of character I can honestly say I've never seen before. The maturity and emotional intelligence shown by Parpai blows me away each time.

The clock struck twelve and I broke my first bottle of Merlot. Here to to an amazing 2023, an insane 2023, a wonderful 2023 and a kind 2023. I end this with love and gratitude, thing that before this year I considered superfluous, especially gratitude. But I've felt more gratitude this year thanks to BLs/GLs/QLs than I thought I was capable off.

What I wanted to do at 15 hasn't changed but now I have hope it can happen and time to make it happen and the balance and grace I would need to help me achieve my 15 year old self's dreams. Coz after a decade of being told it was stupid or unimportant I get to have confidence that all that I felt, things that others didn't agree with are real. And that makes all the difference.

[razorsadness]

On the 9th, I drove down to DeKoven (a place I have written about a lot over the years, including in one of the pieces in my most recent zine), to the art gallery there, to set up for our art and poetry event. It was a perfect fall day; leaves wet from recent rain, a chill wind off the lake. I helped hang the art and set up the sculptures; I also hung my poems on the wall next to the pieces which inspired them, and added relevant decorative embellishments with oil pastels. I remembered how much I like being involved in the actual set-up of an art show. And I got to see some folks I hadn’t seen in a while, and also met a few new people, including a gorgeous woman named K. It was her birthday; she was wearing a gold glitter jacket, shedding sparkles everywhere, and she brought cupcakes and sparkling grape juice to share with everyone. By the time I left, it was full dark, and there, over the lake to the south, was the skyline of Kenosha, glittering gold in the blue-black.

Two nights later was the art and poetry event, so it was back to DeKoven, hat on my head and boots on my feet, jazz on the radio. It turned out to be one of the best nights I’ve had in a few months. I drank a La Fin du Monde; one of my favorite beers since I first tried it in Montreal twenty goddamn years ago. All the art was amazing; all the poets writing in response to it wrote amazing stuff. I love poetry readings like that, where everyone has very different styles but they are all so fucking good.

I got to see two more old friends for the first time in quite a while—J.E. and N.R. N.R. is one of my favorite people ever, like he is just the type of person who makes friends with everyone and is chill with everything. We were both drinking beer, and laughing about how back in the day we would’ve been smoking weed, too, but how now we can’t do both at the same time anymore or we just get sleepy. During the intermission, J.E. and I stood outside smoking cigarettes, and we talked about everything. I asked how he was, and he said, “Well, I don’t want to die most days anymore, so I’d say I’m doing alright.” And then he said: “I hope that’s okay to say, it’s just, you’re this person I trust that when you ask me how I’m doing, I can be honest about it, no bullshit.” And I said: “You’re absolutely right.” And then I went on to talk about how sometimes I still think ‘I wanna die,’ but it’s not really that I want to die, it’s that I want my life and/or the world to be completely different, and he totally understood what I was saying. Then we talked about parenting, the great parts and the hard parts, and we talked about living in poverty, and I just. I know I’ve mentioned it before but I’m so glad that we are friends now. As fucked up as we both were when we first met back in 2008, I’m so glad that after years of not talking to one another, over the past almost four years we’ve become close and now I consider him not just a casual acquaintance but a good goddamn friend.

I got a bunch of compliments on my poems/performance, including people saying my stuff reminded them of the Beats but that I’d surpassed them, and the poet who was set to perform after me saying “how am I supposed to follow that?!” I met a bunch of new amazing people that night, too. Like P.W., a Romanian man who was one of the artists that had work as part of the event; he had the sexiest accent and looked super sexy, too. I’m pretty sure he’s a bit younger than I am, but he’s fully silver-haired, and gorgeous. Like T., who was one of the artists and one of the poets, and he was wearing an amazing shirt—a button-down with a print of ink pots, fountain pens, and notebooks. And K. was there, too, because she was one of the poets, and her words were fire, and she was gorgeous in a tight dress and tall boots and a beret. After the performance part of the night was over, I hung out for a while, finishing my beer, talking with people. T. and I talked about God, and the mycellium network, and mycellium-as-God; we talked about Beat poets and bisexuality. He has such an interesting story. He’s in his 60s. He married a woman in his early 20s, and always knew he was also into men, but they were monogamous and he loved his wife very much. She died about five years ago, and he still loves her (I could tell just by the way he talked about her), but now he’s dating a man for the first time ever in his life, and loves his current partner very much, too. He also told me he found me fascinating, and wanted to write a poem about me. I talked with P.W. again for a bit, he said he’d like to paint me sometime if I’d be interested in modeling for him, and uh, well. I didn’t commit to anything, because I felt a spark of attraction and though I wasn’t sure if he felt one, too, I knew if he did it could turn into a complicated situation.

Then I went outside to have a cigarette. J.E. was already outside smoking, and P.W. and K. joined us, as well as K.’s friend that had come with her to the event. K. was out of cigarettes, so I rolled one for her. J.E. said: “I’m not gonna lie, your ‘Blue’ poem was kinda long, and I started getting a little sleepy while you read it.” P.W. said: “I didn’t think it was too long. I liked listening to you read it. If it did make me feel sleepy, it was in a good way. Like a beautiful lullaby.” Which, well, wow. We all stood quiet for a minute, smoking; smelling the shit smell wafting from the wastewater treatment plant. K. and her friend left.

Then this very drunk young woman walked up to us. She was swaying slightly on her feet, holding a plastic cup of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Turned out she was there for her sister’s wedding reception, which was being held in the great hall part of DeKoven. “Most of the people there other than my girlfriend are super boring and straight, but I didn’t want to stand alone while I smoked, and I saw your hat,” she pointed at me, “and decided to come over here. You’re not straight, are you?” she asked me. “No, no I’m not,” I said. “I knew it!” she said. “No straight person could pull a hat like that off so well!” Then: “Anyway. I’m L., I’m gay, and I have a useless English degree.” J.E. and I laughed, and said: “Join the club! We have useless English degrees too!” She said: “No, you don’t understand, mine is with a concentration in creative writing, so it’s extra useless.” “Us too!” we said. She went on to talk about how she’d tried to write fiction but her stories sucked so she gave up and now just worked in customer service. J.E. said: “Have you tried writing poetry?” But he said it in this sort of creepy, Waits-y growl, like he was some criminal or pervert in a trenchcoat, lurking in a dark alley, like: “Hey, kid, you wanna try poetry?” So I just fucking lost it at that. When I’d stopped laughing, J.E. and I both tried telling her in all seriousness that well, of course most writers, including ourselves, do non-creative writing work to pay the bills, but that we still write. We told her that, in fact, that’s why we were there that night; we’d just done a poetry reading. Then the topic moved on to where we were from/lived. L. said she was from San Diego originally but now lived with her girlfriend in Brooklyn: “But not the cool part. The part that sucks.” Soon after, a very dapper, short butch woman came running over: “There you are!” she said to L. “Oh, hey everyone,” L. said, “this is my girlfriend.” Then, to her girlfriend: “I came over here because of her hat,” she said, pointing to me again. “It is a great hat,” said her girlfriend. “Thank you for taking care of my lost puppy,” she said. “I was in the bathroom when she disappeared and I got worried.” “We should probably get back to the reception,” L. said, rolling her eyes. “You guys should come crash it! There’s plenty of free beer and wine!” And they walked away. I considered it for a split second; that’s the kind of thing I would’ve done in a heartbeat in my younger days, and it has been a very long time since I’ve done anything that spontaneous and wild—but it was already 9:30 and I had to get home to put C. to bed.

“I should probably get going,” I told J.E. and P.W. “Yeah, we’re gonna leave soon, too,” J.E. said. “I’m crashing at P.W.’s place because he only lives a few blocks from here, and I’m too drunk to drive all the way back to Kenosha.” “You could stay there, too,” P.W. said to me, “I mean, if you don’t feel safe driving far.” The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know: Yep, he felt something, too, and may not have been offering his house as a crashpad for wholly gentlemanly reasons. Again, I considered it for a split second. Again, something I would have done in a heartbeat in my younger days… “Thanks for the offer, but I’m fine. I’ve only had one beer and I don’t live that far away.” I waved goodbye and walked to my car. A little sad that I wasn’t crashing a wedding or crashing at a relative stranger’s house, but mostly just buzzed from the great night, the art and poetry and all the beautiful people I met. I remembered, for the one millionth time, how much happier I am when I can get out in the world and be among other people.

[from a journal entry, December 4, 2023]

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DIY Mini Resin Paperweights

Project by Grace Bonney:

This week’s Every Day DIY was inspired by the massive piles of paper that are currently smothering my laptop. It wasn’t until I had to clear off my section of our communal desk for a special afternoon tea ceremony treat that I realized how much trouble I was in. Under piles of bills (whoops) were magazines and postcards that needed to be read and filed away, not to mention a few dozen receipts that I’m pretty sure our bookkeeper would like to process. So I decided to come up with a quick-and-easy DIY that would inspire me to keep my various piles in order: mini resin paperweights! The nice thing about this project is that it takes literally 15 minutes to make (5 minutes to prep and mix, 10 minutes to set) and you can place just about anything inside. I chose to make mine sparkly and colorful in honor of this month’s theme, but you could easily place objects inside that are special to you. If you’ve got time for a little crafting break at home this week, I hope you’ll give this one a shot. Have fun! xo, grace

Materials:

–Clear Resin –Silicone Cupcake Molds -Glitter or confetti

Steps:

1. Mix the resin according to the directions on your box. 2. Slowly pour the resin into the silicone molds, adding glitter as you go along. 3. When the mold is full, let it sit for 10 minutes and then peel it out! Voila- mini paperweights!

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hai! I'm T, this is just a ask blog for my ocs! I might bring ppl on here too to add their ocs to be asked too and to interact with mine :3 you can ask to join too and I might even make a form for it, but for now it's just me. I only have four ocs up but believe me I have MANY, I just have four up to keep it easier to track.

just ask that you ask nothing NSFW, hateful, or just fuckin weird. pls state which oc ur talking to in asks ^^ you also dont have to ask things, you can just tell them things too :3

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up to date characters that you can ask questions to:

Zipper:

non-binary, uses they/it/X3/gir/rawr, is omnisexual

a friendly sparkledog who can be calm one minute and crazy the next. usually just tries to not be seen as too insane but... can't really stop itself if they get too excited and will speak very fast and end up heaving and panting afterwards, even passing out. poor Zipper.

their TH:

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Ryan:

demiboy, uses he/it/bark/XD, is pansexual

another sparkledog (not a cat shut up) that's completely fine and will not go absolutely batshit and bite you. very silly and likes bright things and dancing insane and crawling on the walls like a spider while yelling. still nice but is VERY energetic and unpredictable and will get into a accident and shatter every bone in his body by blinking and no one will know how.

it's TH:

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QUEEN GLITTER POPTART / Ashley:

demigirl, uses she/they/it, is pansexual

a sparklecat (well a powerful angel demon dragon wolf sparklecat) who is VERY Inlove with sans and is his wife and gf and will kill anyone who tries to take him. (but she won't actually she thinks it's funny to pretend to be a crazy fangirl) she's actually very nice and likes hugging people, she usually is very giddy and bouncy and dances around and flies everywhere with her two sets of wings and loves eating cupcakes.

her TH:

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V1RU5:

no gender, uses IT, idk it's a computer

a computer run by a powerful virus that can even reach out of the screen but can't come completely out of the screen so dw. it usually just says random scam ads but can get a little sour whenever you fall for scams even it thinks are stupid and will sarcastically says phrases like "you really wanna click that?" "wow how legit." "there are no milfs in your area give up". it also doesn't understand alot of things so if you tell it a joke it will most likely just stare blankly at you and say an insult. it can get a little lonely though and will talk normally and even be excited if you come back after a while.

it's TH:

[vienrose]

Kian was right. Sprinkle indeed had a very powerful weapon that no one stood a chance against. His pout was heart-twisting and made Evren want to buy every single piece of clothing or jewelery known to man or anything else that he requested. He just couldn't help himself no matter how hard he tried to seem unbothered, just like now. "This place already has more flowers than a flower shop, so I think he's good." he held in his breath when he noticed his already very sparkly hand dip back into the container, bracing himself for Sprinkles next move like a true warrior that he wasn't. Again, he couldn't say no. "I'm alright, maybe just a little bit hungry." and nervous, not a little bit on that part but he didn't need to know. Not yet at least. "And I'm definitely sparkly enough- do you think you're sparkly enough?" his eyebrow arched with a half smirk, of course saying that as a joke but soon enough he realized that Sprinkle would most likely take it seriously, so he quickly added. "You are. You are very pretty as well." he made sure to seal in his compliment with a quick peck to Sprinkles lips before his hands reached for the container of glitter in his hand. As much as he didn't want to touch it, it was probably for the best to remove it from Sprinkles sight. At least for now. "How about you grab a snack, Quinny made way too much, hm?"

And there was even more in the kitchen. All the pastries besides the cake he has made himself. Cupcakes, cookies, éclairs, waffles and when it came to actual food, that was ordered. He didn't want to slave too much in the kitchen. So now, he was busy taking everything out of the containers and sorting the food out carefully into plates. These were shaped like daisies. "Oh, Kian! Tell me is the filling sweet enough?" he rushed to one of the plates with the éclairs, grabbing one to bring back and present right in front of the males lips, waiting for him to take a bite. "I was in a hurry and I don't know if I added enough sugar or not and I'm worried they came out bad." they Didn't. Quinn knew they didn't. He just hadn't seen Kian try anything all day and he really wanted him to try his pastries and okay, feeding him one also sounded very cute in his head so... Sue him.

Straight of a Barbie movie, that was the only way Evren could explain the view of his friends living room at the moment. Pink covers, red hearts all around the room, pink cups, pink and red cupcakes, red heart shaped pillows, pink balloons, oh.. Few white ones as well, guess they wanted to keep some balance these as well. "I think a Barbie threw up in his living room." Evren mumbled while his eyes were on his one and only fiancé, skipping, literally skipping around the living room with what seemed to be a container of glitter, happily decorating himself. If any of that got anywhere near him he would not be too pleased. Glitter was a pain in the ass to get rid of and he could already tell that he would find some at random places even in their own apartment for a month if not longer. "Should I take that away from him?" he asked Kian before taking a sip of his champagne, he felt like starting early after hearing a twenty minute monologue from Quinn why an ice cream came was provably a better choice and how badly he regrets to even listening to Evrens advice because now he is stuck with a boring vanilla cake and.. "it is all your fault, Evren!" of course it is. "Should I seriously take that away from him?" his tone was a bit more pleading now cause he just hates... Hates glitter so much. But anything for his boy right?

"Do you think we still have time to change the curtains?" Quinn set some snacks down on the table, directing his question to Sprinkle because obviously his opinion mattered, it was his birthday as well. "Ah, and I should have ordered more flowers!" more? Even more, it was getting heart to breathe because of the scent around the place, and now curtains- "I'll be in the kitchen." he informed Kian in case he felt like escaping as well and went on his way. Now, Evren usually wasn't such a grump when it came to parties, he did go to a bunch of those and usually had a good time, but this time the weight of it all was kind of getting to him. Not only was it a first that he celebrated a loved ones birthday, well... He loved Quinn as well but not like that... But he also had some plans that were also sitting heavy in his front pocket. Nervousness, even a guy like him had such moments.

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