#so yes a toastie for thee

[hakusins]

a toastie for u

[hayakawalove]

AWW you’re the sweetest! I’m always checking on ya and rereading your lovely work :’). sugu’s getting us some cold drinks rn! YES its been toasty these days but im thankful i dont have to worry about humidity at least!

I’ve been resting my brain from school, applying to jobs…playing roblox LSKSKS ima see megan thee stallion for my birthday‼️ I totally share the same feeling about reading! I just gotta get books I’m interested in eventually. Make sure to take breaks when you can boo! eye breaks every 20 mins and movement breaks for 5 minutes okay >:3? also good luck with school!! Im in the same boat getting my degree next semester FREE US… I hope you have a wonderful day :))

YOU ARE SO KIND I am sobbing into my hands….i am so glad you enjoy my stuff. IM GRATEFUL FOR YOU. And yes suguru is getting us cold sodas while we sit in the shade, he thinks we’re very cute I know because I asked him. AND YEAH humidity is the worst. Like it can be a normal temperature but if it’s humid you’re dead KDNKDJFKDJFKD THANK GOD YOU GET A BREAK. How’s roblox? I’ve never played it but I know it’s super popular. AND MEGAN THEE STALLION I AM SO JEALOUS PLEASE TAKE LOTS OF PICS AND VIDEOS that’s awesome you get to go, you deserve it! You’re working hard! YOURE SO KIND I will take breaks just for you. And thank you! WE’RE IN IT TOGETHER KDJFKDKDKJF

[mischievous-misdirection]

(@pxison - hubby coming to bother thee wife 🥺)

As Germa crossed into an endless expanse of frigid open waters that forced them to maneuver past a broken up ice field, Yonji attempted fruitlessly to warm himself up by an open fire. The one thing he cursed about his cable bound strength was the inability to regulate his body temperature normally especially in his arms. His forearms and hands always felt ice cold to the touch and even burying them within a comically sized winter coat did nothing to calm the chattering in his teeth. Rubbing them together, and risking burning them in the flame did little to help his situation. Dark eyes light up when he spots Yorin enter the room and so an idea was born. Without so much as a greeting, he'd snatch his wife up into beefy cold arms and swallow her up with him in his coat. The body heat Yonji found definitely helped stave off the biting chill even if fingers that probably felt like icicles dug around in the nooks and crannies of Yorin’s body for even more of that heavenly warmth. Soon he'd bury his nose in the back of Yorins head to be comforted by not only her presence but also a familiar scent as well. He'd hold her like this until either he was told to stop or there happened to be better options to keep warm.

Born on a summer island, winter’s were always mild, pleasant even but Yorin never favored the season. Overcast and rain made the lush paradise a dreary theater of shadows, rolling hills obscured by fog more days than not. This is real winter, chilled to the bone desolation. Yes, Yorin expected to eventually visit the North Blue but if this is what she had to look forward to, the people could keep it.

Yorin's hands have constantly been filled with a cup of tea to keep the cold at bay but it stubbornly seeps in through the walls. It's awful and no amount of bundling and layers really makes them feel summer's exist at all in this stretch of ocean. How the clones, let alone the staff moved about between buildings is beyond her. 

Passing through one of the castle's many foryers they spot Yonji still in his coat and doing battle with the chill. Why hadn't Judge thought to make their suits immune to the weather or at least regulate temperature properly if he wanted to battle for the blue is a question she's forced to file away once Yonji spots her. Being shrouded in his coat is one thing; cute even, but his frozen fingers rudely shoved where he can fit them has her screaming. Elbows drive into his belly as she thrashes and yells: “You’re cold! This isn't funny!” In bed is one thing, she's guilty of pushing icy toes into her husband's back for relief but the cold has settled in the hidden cables bundled in his arms and it cuts right through the fur lined dress she's wearing.

“Yonji.” She huffs, limbs relaxing into the torture of warming him up, their combined body heat easily making the prince's coat a familiar, toasty paradise. “At least sit down.” The bite in their voice is gone after finally finding a place the cold can't tread.

[ptergwen]

The reader wearing Peter's clothes 🥺

a/n: here’s a little headcanon about this cuz yeah :,) also a bunch of you have been asking so i figured i’d let y’all know that yes requests are open! i’m working on a couple already but feel free to send in whatever else you’ve got <3

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peter is thee biggest sucker for you wearing his clothes

you never have to ask to borrow because he always offers

hoodies, t-shirts, sweats, flannels

he’s more than happy to share it all

peter has a super cute nerdy-chic style that you love to steal

what can you say! your boy’s got taste

your absolute fave is his sweaters

they keep you nice n toasty and they’re so soft

peter especially loves when you wear his clothes out in public

it’s his way to let the world know he’s yours

if you’re spending the night at his place, he’ll have pj’s laid out for you

if he spends the night at yours, he’ll give you his shirt to sleep in

or leaves it behind for you the next morning :,(

he lets you keep something if you really like it

which more often than not is the case

aunt may notices peter’s loads of laundry becoming smaller every laundry day

she has a hunch as to where the clothes disappear to

peter will lend you clothes for when he goes away on missions too

he spritzes them with his cologne first

it makes them smell like him </3

anytime you can’t find an outfit, you just raid peter’s closet

it’s like having your own personal stylist

what’s his is yours!

except for the spidey suits

those are off limits… not even peter knows their full capabilities

the only thing peter loves more than you wearing his clothes is you taking them off

but

that’s a different story for a different time

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

Coffee Shop au

Why.... Because I can XD

I mean I could do a whole this guy was working at Hat Manor instead of Flug , Demencia isn't there either and other people are in their place to have this au, but our good doctor and Hit woman are both in this and of course our dastardly Hat man we all love lol, it would not work without the entire crew right...manages to forget 505 for this one pffft maybe he’s Flugs stuffed bear from childhood?

For now let's just focus on Amadeus Black Hat.

(yes named after Mozart and I personally like the name.)

Also focusing on how this all began with him wanting a regular but decent cup of coffee without concerning ourselves on the other details of who would be in place of our favourite characters in his home.

So let's begin.

Early morning, shall we say six, despite being up since five, curtains still closed, our good (not so good) demon was curled up in bed eye closed, grumbling, his pyjamas kept riding up and irritating him and one of his bed socks had come off in the night.

That was another thing that was bothering him, half assedly trying to find it only to discover the damn thing had somehow managed to get on the floor, he glared at said object, how dare it be so far away.

Light peeked around heavy black drapes making him groan again, pulling the covers up over his shoulder trying to settle back and snuggle in pillows that were supposed to be the softest money could buy but today his bed just seemed so ARGH!

"Fine! You win you stupid contraption!"

He snapped at the inanimate object, kicking off the covers in frustration.

(We all know this feeling I'm sure!)

Stretching, bones popping, his yawn much like a cats, small and then stretching to reveal rows of fangs with a curling tongue.

Another glance at his bed sock as he pulled the other off simply to throw it at the offending one while pouting

"Traitor."

So now let's move on to him stripping down to shower as the instrumental of careless whisper plays in our minds and Hat washes himself, soap bubbles and steam miraculously censoring out all the spicy bits, long sweeping shots of legs, hands cleaning his neck and suggestively over two smallish horns protruding just above his brow, looking like he's enjoying his shower way more than any actual person would be.

Waves hand hello, yes hello you there, you can stop drooling now he's out of the shower, in a bathrobe and towel on head despite being lack there of in the hair department.

Toe claws tapping on kitchen tiles, of course he could have someone make his coffee, but he was not ready in the slightest to socialise with the idiots who worked here.

Cupboard doors open, fingers curled around handles, standing there in silence looking over the contents, a clock ticking somewhere in his sterile kitchen.

That's it! He was going out, who in the nine circles could enjoy coffee here!

His bed was uncomfortable, his socks had committed mutiny and now even his kitchen was unwelcoming.

Clapping his hands his suit appearing on him the towels going who knows where, even he did not care!

There was that new coffee shop, it had recently opened, of course he was going to know everything that went on in his town, no one could slip anything past him.

Yes that would be the perfect place to go, being new probably meant the place was not yet popular...hopefully, so then it would not be over crowded, just please don't let it be one of those copy and paste places that held absolutely no charm.

While he was a monster that did not mean he could not appreciate a good atmosphere while enjoying certain beverages.

Heels clicking against marble flooring, cane tucked under his arm, perhaps walking would also lighten his mood, was his lobby always so big?

Hmm perhaps a change was in order.

Upon opening the doors to his home he looked up at the sky, there was a chance of snow or so the weather forecast had predicted, obviously it wouldn’t when he was out.

Black Hat squinted at the clouds, they wouldn't dare.

Of course controlling the weather was not something our miserable fellow here could have charge over and here now we introduce Demencia and Flug, also because I am writing this I've named the doctor /barista Acylius Flug...so... Blep on you.

Now Acylius was in the kitchen, working on making the first batch of muffins, they did not open until at least seven, if they were popular enough they would certainly change it to six to make sure everything was ready on time.

Their café was indeed an inviting place, with deep red walls, high back comfy chairs, circular tables made of dark oak, four books between book ends on each one so someone could read something if they so wished, footstools tucked under chairs and blankets folded on the seats.

Children were not allowed.

Charging ports were optional, though phones had to be on silent.

Wooden beams giving off the impression this place was much older than it was and what art lined the walls which were an assortment of landscapes and portraits Flug would never admit to being their artist.

Demencia was using this job to hopefully pay off outstanding college debts from some years back, there was a two bedroom apartment above the Café where they lived, she got to live here rent free and was still going to be paid.

Apparently her boss and friend was not exactly short handed and sometimes she questioned where the money came from...

Pffft of course she knew about the sedated man down stairs.

"Hey stop panicking gigantor, business is gonna be slow, we just gotta get word out there or listen to customer suggestions, they always like to feel important."

Oh yes did I mention he is also six ft seven and when not torturing keeps his hologuise device off, so you would never compare him to his shorter self with the paper bag and goggles or slight nasally voice...come on now a lot of us have our own design and thoughts on Flug under the bag don't we.

His hologuise has of course been worked so that no one can see his real tall self unless he has it switched off.

"You do not think I am over doing it with the Victorian decor?"

Flug asked awkwardly, while working the white chocolate and raspberry muffin batter.

Nothing was going to come in a premixed cardboard box in his kitchen.

"With that roaring fireplace keeping the place nice n toasty absolutely not, people are gonna love that."

She had a shoulder resting against the door frame and arms folded, watching as Acylius evenly spread the batter into each muffin case.

"Though if no one shows up I am going back to bed, you know you can always join me if you want, help keep it nice and hot."

"Demencia!"

Flug returned, clearly getting flustered a blush forming on his pale skin, placing the tray in the oven, the door clanging shut.

"Now is not the time and anyway would you not prefer someone who does not have a smile permanently carved into their face, I look like I should be quoting Batman Dark Knight lines."

"Awww why so serious!"

The lizard girl teased and only laughed more at his deadpan look only then to be hit in the face by a flying tea towel .

Demencia couldn't help but laugh even more as it was sarcastically followed by

"Oops my hand slipped."

They both paused though when the chiming of the little bell went off, it was their first customer of the day, their first one to arrive at this time...mainly because they actually weren't open yet, not at least for another hour.

Black Hat stood there in the door way, snow thick on his Hat and shoulders, his frown so set in as he shook the cold powder off it could have hit the bloody floor.

The weather had dared to defy him.

Blasted cold wet frozen rain urgh...well this place...it reminded him of a home he’d once known...its styling far too similar it felt like an old parlour , comfortably furnished, a form of nostalgic peace.

The old demon wanted nothing more than to shrug off his coat, put on his fuzzy slippers with bat wings...which of course he'd never in a million years would admit were his and sit by that roaring fire.

(Heh even Mr grumpy pants can be adorable sometimes ;3)

He could hear people around here somewhere, no doubt the kitchen, cane over his arm he walked up to the counter, noticing the empty displays besides a few things in factory sealed plastics.

Sniffing he let out a sigh, a dessert treat was baking, its sweet aroma filling the air, usually our cranky demon here did not care for such things but he would be lying if he said that scent of raspberry and white chocolate with jussst a hint of vanilla did not seem appealing, he could already imagine the tart taste of raspberries on his tongue, wondering how long until those would be ready.

Like kisses from a lover he'd lost so long ago...but that was his story to keep.

Tapping the bell on the desk Demencia came running out paused and went running back, Black Hat rolled his eye and nearly left what awful customer service...when the other one came through, wearing animal oven mitts, he couldn't help but let a small smile form at the corner of his mouth, they were amusing to see on such a tall man...

Time slowed as he turned to face him, like when you see in movies, hair blowing, lighting perfect looking ridiculously gorgeous as the one staring is entranced while the chorus of take my breath away plays out of no where.

He knew that face, pale skin, ebony hair, how did he have the same scars...this man was a duplicate of...

"Sir are you alright?"

Flug asked, shifting as Black Hat had been staring, damn it he knew he should have covered his face up.

Pulling up his white Doctors mask and sighing

"Apologies, I forgot myself, I usually cover them up, did you have an order to make?"

It took Black Hat a moment to come back to reality, clearing his throat and nodding

"Uhhh Black coffee, goats milk-"

"And a dash of Hazelnut!"

Acylius blurted out and froze a moment, crap what if Black Hat didn't like that and he'd just assumed he would and the demon would get mad.

Demencia raised a brow at her friends suggestion, did he just try and finish THEE BLACK HAT'S ORDER!

"Please forgive me sir, I have no idea where that came from."

It was clear while it seemed this man did not remember him, there were old memories lost within that mind, still lingering even in this new life...a part of him still remembered perhaps...he hoped.

"Well there is no need to apologise Acylius, though perhaps I should find out where you are getting your information from."

He teased, leaning in a little.

That made Flug nervous, knocking over the thankfully empty cup, setting it up right again he was about to ask how he knew his name...of course then realising he was wearing his name tag, must've seen it and after all this was Black Hat.

No doubt he knew about the sedated man in the basement.

What our dear six foot seven Barista was really worried about was the demons presence in his newly opened coffee shop.

If the King of darkness hated it no one else would come, then there was a matter of no one else would come unless it was to see Black Hat if he was here all the time.

No that was ridiculous Black Hat would not be here everyday.

So perhaps if this went well, word of mouth would spread that if this place was good enough for Black Hat it was good enough for them and bring in business....oh my god stop thinking and make his drink!

"Please find yourself a seat, I will bring it over, Demencia please turn off the oven, no doubt the muffins are ready now."

"I would like to order one of those to."

"Yes sir, one devil's brew and muffin coming right up!"

Black Hat lingered a moment longer.

Acylius, his Acylius could not have been reborn...no this had to be some peculiar...cruel act of nature.

Karma was finally catching up with him... Yes that was it.

Taking a chair in front of the fire, crimson with a high back, he pulled out the footstool tucked underneath, of course it was facing the counter, he could barely stop looking at him.

Awww our little demon's heart is going boom boom da boom...yes I know cannon wise Hat doesn't have one but that's what Au's are for, free the imagination, anything is possible!

Acylius could still feel his eyes on him, he shivered subtlety, honestly being watched like prey was somewhat thrilling.

All the while though he was concerned he was taking too long to make his coffee as he brewed it and refused to use that instant crap.

(That most of us drink XD)

Turning back , Demencia returned with the display plate now full of muffins, one on a saucer with napkins and small fork.

Placing it on a tray she went on to put the rest where they belonged and noticed the demon watching Flug and grinned

"You like what you see, he's single you know!"

She of course held back nothing with hands on hips adding

"I'm single to but I'm not really looking for anything but come on you've been staring at him like you want him to serve himself on your lap as if he were the most tasty treat on the planet! Long legs, keeps fit-"

"Demencia PLEASE STOP!"

Acylius snapped, blushing bright red, oh god he wanted hell to swallow him up whole, could he just fucking die now please.

" I am so sorry for my co workers behaviour I-"

Flug was so embarrassed that he was completely missing the fact that Black Hat was trying not to laugh.

In any other case he would have simply just left and found it all inane but it was endearing if not bittersweet to see features resembling a lost one look so flustered, he'd always found it cute when his Acylius blushed.

Legs out on his footstool, ankles crossed, he laced his fingers and looked as serious as this entire scenario would possibly allow.

The fire crackling as both co workers stood there in silence, Demencia still grinning, oh ho the legendary master of all evil was actually considering Acylius as a snack!

Of course if her ridiculously tall friend didn't want any of that, she would be more than happy to mount the beast to her wall...bed...any available surface.

Black Hat waved a hand and spoke evenly

"I will let it slide on one condition."

Acylius gripped the tray, where was this going.

"What is it sir?"

"Call me Jefecito."

"But I, you are not..."

He sighed and gave a momentary glare at Demencia, bringing over the coffee and cake.

"Coffee is served, Jefecito, is there anything else you would like?"

"Yes, when I am here, only you are to serve me."

Hat replied, holding his coffee, the bottom of the cup making a clinking sound on the saucer, drinking he felt a comforting familiar warmth spilling down his throat.

"Kinky."

Demencia chirped out.

In which Acylius hid his face behind the tray wishing for death and Hat near choked on his coffee.

[dontsh0vethesun]

I read a little up on it. And they found out a week or two before filing. So they didn't have much time to write a new ending. :((( Annoying. 🙃 HATE IT!!

It can be very deadly. Like very bad. You wouldn't have guessed such a small animal can cause such horrible smells. But I'm not surprised, they eat their own poop. Lmaooo

Exactly!!! Causing chaos would be hilarious HAHSHA

YOU ARE A GENIUS!!! I am definitely going to message you very very soon.

I hate it! But its an excuse for Hazelnut toasties and honey tea!!! Love it. But the sneezing and congested nose. Ewwwwww

So so so close to finish season 1 of criminal minds and I’m getting annoyed that Emily isn’t thee yet. Getting impatient lmaooooooo

-🪐

that’s so shit, they shouldn’t be allowed to cancel stuff all the time

AHAHAHAHA yeah that’s true

i am a genius, more of a genius than spencer 😠

sneezing is not it, feels like your brain is gonna come out your nose

YES YOURE SO CLOSE TO EMILY TURNING UP - pretty sure it’s s2 ep9

what’s your opinion on other characters so far? i absolutely despise gideon ugh, especially how he treats emily which you’ll see soon

[loveperiodorg-blog]

Welcome, Autumn! (Ode to Autumn)

Autumn, autumn, autumn. How do I Love. thee? Let me count the ways... Okay, before we get to counting, let me first admit that my favorite season is actually summer. Sorry, autumn! But, please don't misunderstand. Although, you close out my lazy, hazy summer days and there's a certain sadness to that ending, I see your many beautiful qualities and I'm thrilled to revel in them! First, I overlook your cool-down tendencies (I'm a warm-weather type, after all). Why? How can I afford to overlook this? Because you offer comfort and coziness, of course! As the great Tao master, Winnie the Pooh, says, it's time for hot chocolatey mornings and toasty, marshmallow evenings! Just thinking about sipping on a cup of freshly-made apple cider that has been stirred gently with a cinnamon stick or brewing some oh-so-tasty jasmine cloud tea with a hint of lemon and honey makes me want to run and grab a toasty faux-fur throw to wrap myself up in while I sip and tune into working on one of my projects. Then, there are those awe-inspiring walks and drives to look forward to - through tree-lined lanes that bear witness to your arrival - with a gorgeous display of reds, oranges, yellows and browns mixed in among the brilliant greens of the old summer foliage. Talk about picture perfect and camera ready! And can you smell the hint of smoke drifting into the crisp air from someone's just lit fireplace nearby? You work so well with nature to offer us amazing tokens that represent and remind us of your beauty. Those walks through your fall foliage can turn into some really fun treasure hunt missions that give way to valuable family time and purposeful craft projects. Do you know how many eye-pleasing centerpieces or front-door wreaths have been created because of them? Next, let's talk about your harvest. Seriously. I mean, come on! Comfort food - good for the heart and the soul. I'm soooo ready. For breakfast, I think I'll start with some honey-sweetened cream of wheat and maybe throw in a little cinnamon, or I might take a bit of freshly-made strudel with some seasonal honey crisp apples in it. Yum. Lunch? Let's go with a rich, hearty, flavor-filled harvest soup. Lot's of fresh, seasonal carrots, zucchini, butternut squash, potatoes, tomatoes and maybe even a little bit of spice thrown in for good measure is always nice during your season. Pot pies made from scratch (okay, maybe a cheat with the pastry crust) is one of my all-time favorites for dinner. You just can't go wrong. It's got the comfort factor with its richness and flavor, all of the hearty veggies and protein, and oh - the flaky crust holding in all of the delectable gravy (sigh)! And room for dessert at the end of your cool days, warm (and fresh!) cherry, apple, pumpkin or sweet potato pie with a little whipped cream on top. Enough said. Finally, did I mention the fashion element you inspire? Wool or cable-knit sweaters with over-sized turtlenecks and extended sleeves for warming up those chilly digits. The knee-high or over-the-knee socks and stylish boots that are made for walking.....through rich soil and autumn leaves. And how about those sharp fashion trenches to top it all off? Yes, please! Autumn, my dear friend, welcome. You are truly worthy. I'm looking forward to snuggling up for your visit.