#stuffie: fondant

[baskets-buddies]

Butterscotch, Fondant, and I got to spend a week at my boyfriend’s place!

[yo-gummy-sharks]

Day 4 of heartnose halloween: pumpkins + jack-o'-lanterns

🎃 🌟 🎃 🌟 🎃 🌟 🎃 🌟 🎃

[toyarchive]

Cookeez makery - Fondant feline

Features: Is a small plush Intractive cat that makes sounds when pressed. Originally comes in a playset with other accessories.

Size: 16cm long (not including tail) Small plush.

Date: 2023

[blorbfoosh]

Desert Dance

On the other side of the Web, a new story began. Like it always does, when the strings of two Webs Intertwine. A flipped world begins, sands blowing across the desert in waves. Canyons and mesas rise above, painting the scarred landscape with rusty reds, oranges, and browns, twisting and waving in an intricate pattern of rock.

The landscape itself was carved by nature's wonders- Molten lava beds which had long since cooled down over time, creating breathtaking caves, and amazing rock sites. These serve as refuge for those brave souls who traverse the Bad-Lands.

These caves have grown, and now, they even harbor cities and towns. One of these cities is called Stalagmite City, the biggest one all. Placed snug in a cave called El Roseau, this bustling semi-1950's western themed town's been thriving. Even has a big freshwater lake.

But that's not where our story's set, is it? Like what someone once said, 'you've got to get to the canyons to strike gold.' Smaller towns lie outside as well.

One of those.. Is Sterlington. A darling little town situated next to a bridge which stretches over the canyons. This is where our tale begins.

With a stubborn city gal, trying to start anew, and a loyal sheriff, who merely wants to make a friend.

These two, to others, were like oil and water. Our gal surely thinks so herself. But.. Maybe all she had to do was open up. Give friendship another chance. Maybe give love, another chance.

She's already trying, opening her home to two souls. Souls she considered her children. But will that be enough to consider other souls 'friends?'

Our sheriff surely wishes to do so. Ever since day one, he's been poking, prodding, pleading for the tiniest ounce of friendship to this iced-over woman. You can imagine how dumbstruck he felt when all of the blue, a large.. Stuffy broke the walls in five minutes, that he's been wearing down for weeks.

But he's getting somewhere.

Tucking a lock behind her ear, Polaris breathed a sigh as she stared at her creation in slight disappointment. The duck cake was not.. Duck-ying. She didn't have enough fondant to make the beak or coat the legs, and she wasn't even sure if her recipient liked fondant or not. 

At least she's getting practice out of this, she mused. But the fondant... She knows she can make it at home. Time to go out again, she supposed. All Polar really needed were marshmallows and fine sugar. From what she remembered, she needed shortening too. She had butter at home anyway.

Starlo was probably out training Killa, from the sounds of grunting and small explosions to the left. Familiar ears popped out of a sand and shook themself off. She waved at her towering feline stuffy kid, Killa, and he waved back, before dodging a bell attack.

"Focus, Kills! Keep it up, Sparkles! Y'all are doin' great."

She called, swinging her homemade tote bag on her shoulders and walking into town. Just hoped that she didn't bump into anyone on the way, yeah-? Funny how just a few weeks ago she was a silent recluse running from a job. Now, she's still a recluse, but she has a job, new.. Could she even call them friends? ..and a family. Her own.

One she's waited for, maybe even wanted. It felt.. Natural, for her.

She didn't take notice of her surroundings, and soon tripped on the front step of an establishent. Gasping, she flailed, trying to soften her fall-.. But it never came.  Instead, she felt something tugging at the scruff of her blouse, holding her face a few centimeters from the wooden floor. She was lifted up and placed upright, making her tense up and awkwardly brush herself off, before glancing behind her.

oh. shiddles.

With a proud smirk, a certain cocky duck stared down at her, worry seeming to glimmer a bit in those hazel green eyes. Sometimes she saw them stern and serious, eyes straight. Other times, they're bright and full of light and teasing.  And others.. She didn't know. It was so hard to read them. Hard to read him.

Sheriff Vercos Star-Cross.

He stood at a towering height over her, five feet taller at most.  She'd never admit it to him, but he.. He intimidated her. In ways she didn't know were possible. Crouching down to be at her level, he took a visual check on her.

"e y- You alright, miss? That was- heh, quite the drop-"

Polar would snap out of staring. Dammit, she was doing this more and more. what was wrong with her..?

"Yes, Vercos. I'm alright. Just flapped in, did ya?"

He would shrug, raising an wing to his nape, still remaining crouched. The air was full of awkwardness- Especially considering the upcoming events.

"Mm, yea, jus' about finished with my rounds.  The bandit seems to have taken a pit stop, so we're all clear for tomorrow's dance."

There was a dance? She wasn't well accustomed with holidays. Upon seeing her confusion, the duck started to explain.

"Y'see, miss, we have, eh, let's say lil get-togetherz when stuff happens. Like for Thanksgivin', Easter, stuff like that. Valentine's is no difference."

"Different."

"Different, difference. All the same."

Polar would shake her head and sigh, as Vercos stood up again, stretching. She can't blame him, it gets tiring having to crouch just to speak well. She should know- Nursed a lil birb when she was younger.

"And lemme guess, it's extra coupley."

Vercos laughed this time, shaking his head. That surprised her. Stereotypes.. Demolished? She was grateful she moved here more than ever. This town was something special, she could see it now.  This was something she had to protect.

"Nawt at all, miss! We're all friends o'er here in Sterlington. I mean, ya can come with, if- If ya want-..?"

This action stunned her. What was he trying to achieve? Was he trying to strengthen their so-called 'friendship'..?

You thought he was gonna back off after last time? Hell. Nah. If anything, it was like he upped his game-..!

..but if she wants to stay, she needs to put effort into it.

"Miss? Miss, are ya really doin fine-? Ya look pretty, uh, not here."

Polar nodded, trying to analyze the situation. The dance will probably be night, or at least late afternoon when everyone was free. Since tomorrow was a school day, the people have time to fix up the grounds during the day. Others might've already cooked beforehand so all they needed to do was bring it. There's probably events as well. She was about done with puzzles, all she really needed to do was the cake.

..But the event wasn't what she was worried about, it was the intention of the one who asked her. Polaris hasn't been to a dance in.. A while. And the last one she had been to was, heh- Tragic, to say the least.

"Vercos. I'm fine. Just lost in thoughts like you said."

He would nod, bending over to be in her face. As usual, in her space. But why was she not getting irked?

"Well, mind if ya consider my offer?"

"I didn't realize it was an invitation."

"Hey, ya kids might wanna go too, so keep that in mind."

He'd gently nudge her with a small smile, making her involuntarily shiver and roll her eyes. Her children. Yeah.

They were a good excuse to go poke around harmlessly. Plus, she wasn't sure whether Killer had been to a dance before- Considering being cooped up in a creepy underground lab. She still felt shivers from that. ..She was genuinely scared. Concerned. For someone she wasn't that close with.

Feelings. They baffled her, really.

But.. If she kept on pushing them away, then-.. .... Crumbles has been prodding her to try. She's opened her heart. Her home. If she really wanted 'home,' she had to start nesting.

And it started with this.

"..I mean, I've been planning an outing so Killa and Starlo can get.. More aquainted with the fellows here. Guess this could be a start."

Was it just her, or did a small flicker of hope leap in his eyes..? And did his smile just twitch a little wider? That wasn't possible, was it-?

Right?..

It's just having the kids around, yeah. Nothing changes with her and Vercos. He's just the irritating sheriff ducky who hangs around a lot and likes to solve puzzles. Which she made. It's not like anything will happen.

That evening, she finished coating the duck cake in fondant, and was starting on accessories. Painstakingly molding and creasing, every single brush she did precise and calculated. This continued on late into the night, and until early morning as well. She saw the first streaks of light reach up, touching the sky and spreading like watercolors on a paper.

It was well past dawn when she attached the gold sheriff cookie badge to the green fondue poncho. She did it..! A beautiful muscovy duckatrice stood cockily on a rock, poncho lightly swaying in the wind. An oversized brown Stetson hung on his head as his eyes looked forward with a determined sheen. Horns poked out of the Stetson, for more 'duckatrice.' Where tail feathers end, a new tail began, hanging behind him in an arrogant-ish way. She sadly didn't have enough fondant to make the transition to lizard wings, but she supposed this was enough.

She's been working her best. ..but would he like it..?

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she started cleaning up the kitchen, when she heard soft thumps from the living room. A few minutes later, a groggy Killa trudged in, ears flopping side to side like they did when tired. Polar smiled, putting the cake away for later.

"mhhhh... Morning, mum."

He would take a seat at the dining table and lay his head on it, groaning sleepily.

"Good morning, love. How was your sleep?"

"I wish I can go to bed again."

Polar shook her head, going over to pat his head consolingly.

"Wanna know something?"

Killa looked up with interest, rubbing his eye with a big clawed paw. Polar leaned closer with a whisper.

"We're going to a dance later."

Killa sat up straighter, eye glinting with excitement.

"A dance? Later? With people and music and food?"

Polar laughed, giving his lil clownish nose a boop.

"Especially food."

Killa hopped up excitedly from his chair, like he was on a sugar high of some sort.

"I'm gonna go tell Star!"

And with that, Killa went pittering away to tell his bro.

Hours later, the dance was in full swing. The sun had long set by now, and night was upon them. The last of the children had gone to bed. Killa and Starlo included- Albeit it was much of a struggle getting Killa to finally honk out- Starlo was a little stubborn, but he relented still.

Now it was just Polaris and the night. And the faint sound of music and laughter. ..She felt weirdly disappointed, not staying, but-.. She felt awkward. Not.. Not at home. There were too many people, too many eyes. And couples.

She knows Vercos said that all were welcome, but-.. It didn't change anything. She still felt alone. Shivering a bit, she curled up on the back porch swing as she looked up at the open sky. It was beautiful. She couldn't get enough of it- Heck, if she didn't see this every night, she would be depressed! The beauty of the celestial plane.. It made her think. A cool night breeze flowed past her and she shivered again. ayy, she shoulda got a blanket.

But she was way too comfy to leave.

Groaning, she'd scoot closer to one side of the remarkably large swing(Killa loves this place, so she made it to fit anyone) and curl up again. At least she had nothing else to do, yeah-..? Nothing much to worry about tonight. A soft flap of wings sounded above her, but she supposed those were just birds, resting for the night. Renovations went by oddly quickly, and she made the empty, three-room cabin not so small anymore- And best of all, she made it feel like home. Not just to herself, but to others as well. ..or at least, she hoped.

The thought made her warm inside, and she smiled.  Everything was.. Okay. For once. And that feeling wrapped around her like a soft, warm blanket.. With a faint scent of leather, firewood, and.. Was that gunpowder? Blinking awake, she touched the new material draped around her body. A poncho- A lot like h i s-

"You were shivering."

Looking up, she saw a certain duck staring down at her with a soft smile.  ..Well, that explained the flapping. "Oh. Um. Thanks, I guess."

Vercos nodded, the porch swing slowly swaying with the both of them on it.

"I didn't see you at the later dances. Mind tellin' me why didn't you stay, miss?"

And there it was. The questions. Polar sighed, subconsciously wrapping the poncho tighter around her. He stayed, watching the stars in silence. Just waiting.  For her.

"I.. It felt awkward. I haven't danced in a while."

"You're welcome here. You know that."

She did. He knew she did. But yet-.. She didn't feel ready to mingle yet. She was glad her sons did, however.

"I guess I got skittish."

"Ya missed a good whole lot of dances, you know."

Polar chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"I'd rather skip than watch you fumble awkwardly."

"Hey! I look good~"

Vercos wagged his eyebrows(how does that even happen?), pushing his white hair back and leaned close to her with a smirk, preening his feathers like the cocky bird he is. As if he thinks he's attractive.

"Stop, you look ridiculous."

She laughed, pushing him away. This was much more comfortable than earlier. The duck laughed as well, a sound that resembled a quack- Yet smoother. It was unique.

"Ridiculously attractive~?"

"You're insane."

Chuckling, he'd sit straight again.  Silence settled around the duo once more, as they sat, watching the stars. Polar turned to say something, but the words were lost. She couldn't.. Talk to him.

The silence was nice-.. But this was consuming.

"So, you dance?"

"Oh- That. Yeah, I took lessons. Haven't done it in a while."

"Do ya reckon you dance well?"

Where was he going with his chatter? Polar just can't understand the ways of this duckatrice. It compelled her to pick and claw more at his being, to fully understand and read him as easily as he did to her.

"I consider myself decent. And you?"

Vercos shrugged, glancing at her.

"Mista Tuwitler did teach me a bit. Tango, polka, two-step, waltz.. Other stuff too."

"Oh? Interesting. I was taught that too."

"Bet you can't tango as well as I do," Vercos teased. Polar raised a brow. "Are you challenging me to see who's better-.."

She'd lean closer to him with a teasing smirk, which made him tense up and glance around, his eyes shifty, feathers poofing up a bit. That made her feel good, knowing she had an effect on him somehow. Since-.. She couldn't read him that easily.

"Or are you trying to ask me to dance with you, hm?"

Vercos blinked, before grinning back, leaning closer to her as well, getting all up in her space and in her face. Second time today, what a shocker.

"Would ya agree if I said yes, though?"

..WHAT?

Once again, she was stumped by Vercos Star-Cross. Or maybe, you're just overthinking. ..Or maybe that as well.

Leaning back, she stared blankly into nowhere as she tried to process it all, when a talon poked her cheek. She blinked, being met with a giddy Vercos face. Her face fell, and she rolled her eyes.

"You wanna, dontcha, miss?"

"..I'm not gonna answer that."

His teasing grin softened, and he stood up, offering a webbed, taloned hand to her.

"Well then. May I have this dance, milady?"

She stared at him, then his hand, and back at him once more. You only get a chance like this once in a lifetime. Don't screw it up again.

"Oh, screw it. You may."

Vercos's smile widened, and his eyes seemed to light up as Polar stood up, reached for the poncho once more, but thought better of it and place her hand in his-.. He grew smaller. Just for her. Standing at a height of five feet, he grinned up at her, tail feathers wagging like a happy duck. ..He really was happy.

Gently tugging her body to his, he placed his other hand on her shoulder. Blinking, confused, she did the same-.. Cause she felt awkward having to put her hand anywhere else. Laughing softly, Vercos led with a step to the side, Polaris following suit. It went along like so, just dancing in the back to a soundless tune. It felt nice. He spun her around, and she laughed, tilting her head back and slightly tightening her grip on his shoulder. He pulled her back gently, and caught her eyes. Chocolatey brown orbs met hazel green, and she lost sight of everything else. The surroundings faded away.. Leaving just him, dancing with her, in the dark.

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[sourbat]

Cakeland

Summary: toki takes magnus to cakeland

Pair: toki and magnus 

Rating: T for language and sexual remarks. please read at your own risk. 

The exhibit wasn’t anything like the pictures that were displayed on the website.

When Toki learned about Cakeland, read the website detailing the tour and even fawning over some of the postcards and pictures of the gift shop, he expected an art gallery that contained a wonderful mixture of things both he and Magnus could enjoy and bond over together. The introduction on the homepage had a bunch of fancy words he didn't quite understand, but it indicated that the art gallery held some higher purpose other than “art for the sake of art,” which meant Magnus would like it. The short online gallery revealing sweet chocolate whipped frosting, magnificent white cherries gored and spilling a dark syrup intrigued Toki  (and who knows? There might be something sugar-free). The price of admission was fair; it was low enough where he could afford a few guards to tag along and help keep Abigail and the others content.  

Perhaps that was a sign: the low cost. At the very least, Abigail bringing up the location of the event and asking whether Toki or the band had ever been to “that part” of Chinatown should have sparked some second guesses. The drabby yellow building with its paint peeling near the shingled rooftop didn’t do much to deter Toki either, nor the little sign in front of the place warning of a slight increase in ticket price on account of inflation and needing to pay for next month’s rent. The two of them walking into the well-furnished, but dusty living room completely void of employees and customers, along with the still silence culminating in the dry and stuffy atmosphere did result in nervous wonderment, and when Magnus stopped to point and stare at an incredibly gaudy pair of stilettos bejeweled in fake icing and cherries, Toki felt an unsettling turn of the stomach.

The cashier eventually showed up, and after paying for their tickets, the klokateers guided both Toki and Magnus through the curtains into a long, flashy hallway with disco balls and tacky dollar store flowers and many, many fake cakes. 

Oh, the cakes were fake. Apparently, the very convincing images Toki stumbled upon were a result of (once) convincing practical effects, effects that had since faded in color and begun collecting dust. The many tiered cakes were plastic, wood or something other than dough. The delightful fondant Toki had fawned over were made of some chalky material that (thanks to previous tours) were chipping at the ends and were now revealing their sad, hollow truths. Cheap maraschino cherries and light-bleached pineapple cutouts hung from the ends of chandeliers carrying fading and dead light bulbs. 

Magnus and Toki stood quietly at the pink entrance, both equally stunned and struggling to take in the entire sight. One corner of the room possessed yellow wallpaper and plain furnish, but led straight into a painted meadow. Not a convincing one either, but something more reminiscent of a dark ride presented at a fair. The klokateers Toki brought along seemed equally befuddled by the strange contrast of fast-paced disco balls seemingly racing one another and  the slow recording of songbirds in the distance. Toki’s eyes were drawn to the same red velvet cake that caught his eyes once before, now old and pressed from many fingers and handling it, signaled the final nail in the coffin. This was NOT the event Toki was promised. This was not Cakeland he wanted. 

This was a bad date. 

A bad date. The words were a guillotine’s blade slowly lowering itself upon Toki’s neck. What to do? Toki’s first inclination was to laugh and tell Magnus this was all a joke and then order a klokateer to search and locate the closest gallery they could fint, but after hyping the event up all week, knew lying to Magnus wasn’t an option. He swallowed and watched as Magnus took the first step into the meadow containing chipped and battered walls, pausing only momentarily to gaze at a pair of black stilettos bearing a set of razor teeth at him. The look written across his face was indescribable, but it imprinted itself into Toki’s vision. For several minutes he quietly wandered the narrow hallway, always behind Magnus and hesitant to say a word while the older man ogled at severed mannequin hands displaying their plastic frosting nails and candied rings. 

The rest of the exhibit proved more of the same: Magnus would walk into a room, a hall of mirrors, or secret passage and Toki would watch, humiliated and aghast at the state of things. Could the staff not be bothered to clean the cakes? Every crevice was coated in muck. And what of all the disco balls? The fog machines? And Magnus’ expressions? 

How much time had passed since they passed through the curtains? The map on the small pamphlet the employee at the register handed them showed Cakeland consisted of half a dozen rooms. They couldn't have been wandering for more than five–maybe ten minutes. With no working air conditioner, and surrounded by cakes with dirt and carnivorous dentures, it felt so much longer. Toki prayed that Magnus would grow bored and come up with something to save the afternoon, but he was too entranced by a massive chandelier dripping with rhinestones and orange slices. 

Toki wondered if he should suggest an early lunch? Some bubble tea? Booze? A blowjob in the limo? 

He walked over to Magnus and, after wiping his sweaty palms clean against his sides, took him into his grip. 

“So, uhm.” Toki struggled to think of something to help temper the mood. “That hallway sure ams interesting, huh?”

Without parting from the chandelier, Magnus offered Toki a gentle nod. A comforting squeeze was the only indicator he wasn’t completely offended with what he was viewing. 

Toki pushed some of his weight against Magnus. He needed to find something to talk about, then quickly transition to an excuse to leave. “I, uhh,” he started, his eyes nervously darting around the room for something to nab his attention. “I really likes the giant chocolate cake. Kinda makes me think of when we mets back at the camp.” 

Toki internally cringed at his own comment. Really, Rock-A-Roonie camp? As if the stuffy smell and moths fluttering around the massive disco ball weren’t enough of a mood killer. 

After another, more affectionate squeeze with his hand, Magnus calmly stated, “I like this chandelier.” 

Toki jerked his head upright. “You do?” 

“Yes,” he replied. “The overabundance of frosting, combined with mismatched fruits whose flavors clash with one another against the decaying structure all goes well with the theme.”

Toki certainly understood the words being said, but in the current context? He looked up at the chandelier hovering over the large, three-tiered chocolate cake. It was covered in a yellowish, stale-looking faux buttercream frosting, and several ends were coated in cobwebs. Leading up to the flickering lights was an array of cherries, strawberries, grapes and citrus fruits, all of which were lacking their original lustrous colors. Despite the grime collecting in its many corners and indentations, the chandelier’s outer layer still carried an unusual shine. Perhaps a varnish that, now that the product was on the mind, left a nasty aftertaste in the back of his mouth. 

Still, it was the first conversation the two of them had since entering, and with Magnus appearing invested in the scene, Toki decided it was best to ask, “how?” 

The question, or perhaps Toki’s genuine intrigue tore Magnus from the hanging spectacle. Toki expected him to immediately explain as he always did, but instead he gave Toki a little tug, guiding him to the exact spot where he once stood. “Here,” he began, and turned Toki slightly so he was facing one of his many reflections staring back at him. “See your reflection?” Magnus asked, pointing a finger at the perplexed Toki staring back at them. He waited until Toki gave a soft “uh-huh,” then continued: “Now look at everything behind your reflection.”

Toki raised his eyes at the eerily glowing chandelier hovering above his mirrored self. He had never noticed it before, but with the combined help of the disco balls and the dozen mirrors meticulously placed throughout the room, Toki witnessed his one of many selves surrounded by a kaleidoscope of fruits, rot, light and dust. 

“All that frosting,” he heard Magnus say into his ear.  “Fruit. Glitter and gold. Filth. It all comes down to the problem of consumerism and overabundance.” 

Overabundance? In a room with a cake and creaky furniture? 

Toki stared back at his reflection.  “But it am’st not real.” 

Magnus let out a mild chuckle. "Maybe not the ones in the mirror, but the threat is real.”  His warm breath splashed over Toki’s cheek as he leaned close and pointed to the original cake resting before them. “Otherwise, there’d be no cake to begin with. The cake represents the allure of “having it all,” you get it? It’s there as bait. It’s a goal for you and everyone else to compete against. And once you have it you don't even use it. You hoard it and let it all go to waste…”

All this from a room decked with lights and mirrors? Toki couldn’t fathom how he and his reflections and the ugly plastic fruit amounted to such a heavy message. Magnus, however, did, and as he broke into a delighted tangent about how the exhibit could also represent falsifying wealth Toki found himself looking around the stuffy room one last time and took note of the construction and careful placement of every flower, mirror and stairway.  It all looked so cheap, but maybe that was the point? Maybe the junk collected in each room had something to do with waste, or money, or politics? Maybe the flickering lights and chirping was supposed to make him uncomfortable? 

Or maybe this was a stupid art gallery designed by a man with a weird obsession for shoes, teeth, the 70s and all things sweet? 

Whatever it was, it resulted in Magnus talking enthusiastically about the subject. He guided Toki through the rooms, squeezing and playfully swaying their clasped hands while discussing how artists manufacture the setting to better relay their intended tone. He was so enthusiastic Toki almost believed that the stale air he was forced to breath served a purpose (it didn’t, and he made sure to ask a gear if they could send a squad to burn the building down once they left LA). They made their way out of the final room and into the gift shop, where two klokateers were waiting with two pre-purchased gift bags. Magnus was only too pleased to snatch his from one of the body guards. Any remaining doubt that hinted Magnus had been sarcastic or lying about Cakeland was disregarded at the sight of him opening the bag and happily retrieving a wick lighter. 

“Not bad, as far as galleries go,” he committed as they walked out of the building and back into the streets cluttered with signs and tourist trap advertisements. 

“Really?” Toki flashed a toothy grin. 

Even if he still didn’t quite understand the grand connection between rooms filled with cake and isolation brought on by capitalism, Toki knew he’d somehow achieved the impossible. This was a good date after all. 

“Yeah,” Magnus replied, then neared and rubbed the tip of his nose against Toki’s flushed sides. “This was one of your better ideas.” 

His better ideas. Toki’s ears tickled hot  with a humble blush. 

“Aw, well, it was nothinks.”

[devilishbirds]

shitty people deserve to be kept in a room thats a LITTLE too stuffy and be forcefed fondant until they lose it

[artificialqueens]

Baby, don't make me spell it out for you (Jankie) - Mar

A/N: Based on a classic tumblr prompt.

Jan peeked around the corner where she was hiding. From her vantage point, she could see her friends sitting at their usual spot in the school yard.

This is so stupid, she thought. These were her friends. Jackie was her friend. Worst case scenario, things would be awkward for a while, and then they would both move on. Probably. Hopefully. Oh, God.

A little crinkle noise let her know she was on the verge of crushing the letter in her hands.

Jan peeked around the corner where she was hiding. From her vantage point, she could see her friends sitting at their usual spot in the school yard, under the shade of a jacarandá. She could see Nicky and Jaida’s faces, but her target had her back turned. All she could see of Jackie was her mass of curls and the faint outline of her glasses.

Jaida looked in her direction and Jan hid behind the school building again. With her back against the wall, she closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart.

This is so stupid, she thought. These were her friends. Jackie was her friend. Worst case scenario, things would be awkward for a while, and then they would both move on. Probably. Hopefully. Oh, God.

A little crinkle noise let her know she was on the verge of crushing the letter in her hands. Jan relaxed her fingers and smoothed out the envelope. It was a simple, sage green envelope, subtle enough that she could hand it discreetly without attracting the eyes of their very curious, very invasive friends. The glittery hearts and starfleet sticker were a bit cheesy, maybe, but whatever. Jan was cheesy, and Jackie had never made her feel stupid for it. Plus, she had bought that sticker sheet weeks ago and had been dying for a chance to use them.

The loud cackles from her friend group brought her back to the mission. Recess was almost over, which meant she needed to hurry. Jan slipped the letter in the front pocket of her hoodie and pushed herself off the wall.

Act like there’s nothing wrong, she told herself. And there is nothing wrong! You’ll be fine. She’ll be fine.

Nicky was the first to spot her.

“Where were you?” she asked. “I waited for you outside of class but you didn’t come out.”

“Oh, I wanted to finish tomorrow’s homework,” said Jan, avoiding Nicky’s eyes.

She sat on the grass next to Jackie, who bumped her shoulder. Jan swayed from side to side and landed herself on Jackie’s shoulder, smiling up at her. Jackie smiled back and poked Jan’s nose. By Jackie’s side, surrounded by the sweet smell of the tree flowers and her friends’ quiet chatter, Jan felt at peace. It was almost nice enough to calm her nerves entirely.

Except Jaida kept sending her curious looks everytime she so much as glanced at Jackie. At one point, Jan picked up a flower and tucked it behind Jackie’s ear, making her smile and mutter a thank you, Jannie. When Jan looked up, Jaida was staring right at her, eyebrow raised. Before Jaida could call her out, Jan threw a diversion:

“Did you guys watch Dream Desserts last night? I thought Emma should’ve won the challenge.”

Not even ten seconds later, Jaida was passionately arguing with Nicky about the merits of fondant in decorations. Jan sat back, hiding her smile. It was too easy.

Jackie, however, saw right through her. She leaned into Jan and whispered:

“Why did you throw blood into that shark tank?” she asked, pointing at the other two girls.

“Umm, just to see what would happen.”

“Oh, we’re making social experiments with our friends, now?” teased Jackie.

“Yeah, taking mental notes,” Jan said, tapping her head. “You’re next, so watch out.”

Jackie laughed and Jan beamed at her. If she had the girl laughing at a joke that silly, maybe she was right to hope.

The school bell rang and the girls stood up lazily, brushing off grass from their clothes. Jaida and Nicky led the way, engaged in a much calmer conversation. Jan walked a few steps behind them with Jackie, and once she deemed the other two were out of earshot, she tugged on Jackie’s sleeve.

Jackie stopped and turned to her with curious eyes.

“What’s up, Janet?”

“I wanted to give you something before class,” Jan whispered.

“Okay,” Jackie whispered back, amused. “Why are we whispering?”

Jan gestured towards their friends’ backs.

“I just don’t want them to hear. It’s a little personal,” she said, with a tiny smile. Jan pulled out the letter and held it in her tight grip. “I, uh, I wrote this letter. And it would mean a lot to me if you would read it,” she said, pretty much shoving the letter into Jackie’s chest.

“O-kay, what is this?” Jackie took the letter and examined it. Jan could pinpoint the moment when she realized what she had in her hands. Her eyes widened and she let out a little oh. “Is this…?”

“Yes. That’s why I only wanted you to see it. So, um, if you could read it…” Jan noticed Jackie was not saying anything, so she backtracked. “But you can totally say no!” she said, reaching out for the letter. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, so I can- I can take it back.”

“No!” Jackie said, holding the letter close to her chest. “No, it’s okay. I’m completely comfortable!” She took a hesitant step towards the school building. “We should get going, though.”

“Yes! Yes, we should.”

Both girls walked inside in tense silence. Outside of Jackie’s classroom, Jan lingered, not sure of how to say goodbye.

“Do you- I, can I walk you home after school?”

Jackie tightened her death grip on the letter, and Jan considered taking it from her before it became illegible. Instead, she made her hands play with the strings of her hoodie.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I have a meeting with the debate team today, so…” said Jackie, inching towards the door. “I’ll let you know, yeah?”

“Yeah. Alright. See ya, Jacks.” Jan waved and walked away.

All throughout her class, she wondered if she should’ve mentioned that the debate team only met on Thursdays. ________________________________________________________________

Jan didn’t see Jackie for the rest of the day. She’d waited for her outside the school, but there’d been no sight of the girl. After a few minutes, Jan shot her a text.

are you coming? i’m outside!

The message didn’t even send through. Dejected, Jan made her way home. ________________________________________________________________

“Ma! I’m back!”

Jan went into the kitchen and shrugged off her backpack and hoodie. The oven was on and the room was too stuffy, even with all the windows open. Her mom was stretching dough on the counter, next to where her little sister sat, sorting through a box of baking tools.

“Hi, honey. Did you have a nice day?” asked Luisa. Jan nodded and kissed her cheek.

“Jannie!” called Lemon, holding out the box to her sister. “Pick a cookie cutter.”

Jan lifted one shaped like a flower, but noticed Lemon frowning, and put it back down. She then picked the bunny shaped cutter and Lemon nodded in approval.

“This one,” said Jan, placing it on the counter with the others.

“All ready?” asked Luisa, to which Lemon nodded. “Start cutting the shapes, the oven’s probably ready.”

They ended up with more than forty cookies, because Luisa only knew how to cook in army proportions. She fit them all in the oven and shook the flour off her hands.

“They’ll be done in ten minutes. Jan, can you set a timer?”

Jan nodded and went to grab her phone. Still no new messages. Once she set the timer, she opened her conversation with Jackie and saw that the girl had seen her last text, but hadn’t replied. Jan frowned and started chewing on her nails. It wasn’t like Jackie to leave her on read. That probably meant she had read the letter, and was either happy and waiting to discuss it in person, or…

Jan shook her head. The alternative was too awful.

“Ma, can I invite Pri over for cookies?” asked Lemon.

“You can. Tell her to bring a tupper, I’m sending her back with extras.”

Lemon hopped off the counter and ran out the door.

Jan saw that her mom was putting the kettle on, so she put her phone away and sat at the kitchen table. Luisa leaned back on the counter and looked at Jan.

“Sooo, how did it go?”

Jan sighed and stretched her arms on the table.

“Well, I did it. Now the ball’s on her court, and I’m trying to be okay with that.”

“And what did she say?” asked Luisa, eyes wide.

“Nothing yet, she hasn’t texted me. I’m thinking she wants to talk about it face to face. I hope.” Jan looked down at her hands and started running her nails through the lines in the wood. “I guess she could be avoiding me, if I upset her,” she said. “If- if she hated the letter, and thinks I’m… I don’t know, disgusting,” Jan sighed, burying her face in her hands.

Luisa took Jan’s hands off her face and lifted her chin, gently.

“None of that, Janine. That girl loves you, that was never in doubt. Maybe as a friend, maybe as something else, but she loves you, and she won’t toss you to the curb over a crush. Not Jackie.”

Jan smiled and rubbed her eyes.

“Thanks, ma. And I know you’re right, I’m just nervous. But even if Jackie says no, I’ll still have her as a friend, and that could never be a bad thing.”

“Exactly! So you’ve got that scenario covered. But I’m more interested in what you’ll do if she says yes.” Luisa leaned forward. “Have you thought about it?” she said, in a confabulatory voice.

Jan furrowed her brows.

“You seem to be having way too much fun at my expense.”

“This is exciting!” said Luisa. “I’ve been waiting for it since the first time you had Jackie over.”

“Ma! We were like, nine, back then.”

“And I already knew this would happen. You were so cute, showing off your cartwheels and trying to impress her, with little Jackie beaming at you like you were the most wonderful thing on this earth. Argh, young love.” Luisa pinched Jan’s cheek and went to get the kettle.

Jan had to smile at the memory.

“Jackie had her braces, remember?”

“Mhmm. And you had your freckles. But you see my point?”

“That you’re way too involved and in need of a hobby?” teased Jan.

Luisa carried the mugs to the table and smacked her daughter upside the head, making her laugh.

“So disrespectful…”

Jan went to grab her mug, but Luisa took her hand in both of hers. They were always warm, and a little rough, and Jan thought about how nothing else made her feel as safe.

“My point,” Luisa started, “is that, from the beginning, you two have been the same. Little stars in each other’s orbits. And it will be the same tomorrow.”

Jan looked at her mom in silence, and let herself believe that.

“You are a very wise woman, has anyone told you that?”

Luisa fought back a smile.

“Drink your tea, Janine.” ________________________________________________________________

There were twenty minutes left before the bell rang. Jan had asked to be dropped off early that morning, and her mom had agreed, much to the annoyance of Lemon, who’d been woken up half an hour earlier than necessary. The whole car ride, she’d done her very best to glower threateningly at Jan, but with her tousled hair and chubby cheeks, the result was as scary as a moody lion cub. Whatever, Luisa was taking her for breakfast at Starbucks to make up for it. Lemon would be fine.

Jan, on the other hand, was waiting to find out whether her very best friend in the galaxy would even look at her again. Alright, that was the nerves talking, but still. High stakes.

“Where are you, Jaqueline…” she wondered aloud, tugging on the straps of her backpack.

The wind was picking up and whipping her stray hairs in her face, messing up the very pretty, very intricate braid she had adorned herself with. Maybe she should wait inside…

As soon as she had that thought, she saw the Rose’s van parking in front of the school. Jan started bouncing on her heels and only noticed it because her backpack started hitting her. She forced herself to be still and breathed in.

The door opened.

Jackie looked so, so pretty. She had her gold hoop earrings and one of her nicest shirts. Alright, maybe that was a good sign, Jan reasoned, because maybe she had also wanted to look good.

The car drove away and Jackie turned around and- no. Oh no. Jackie looked sad. She looked sad like she needed to let a best friend down easy, or not easy at all, sad like she was about to take Jan’s heart in her delicate hands and crush it to little bits.

She also looked surprised to see Jan waiting for her. Jan caught the way Jackie plastered on a big, strained smile before walking up to her. What was that about?

“Morning!”

“Morning, Jacks.” Jan tried to be cheery. “You look pretty.”

That seemed to soften Jackie’s expression into something more genuine.

“Thanks. You’re early, today.”

“Yeah, I wanted to see you before class.”

They stood in silence, neither wanting to start the conversation.

“So…”

“So… Did you read it?”

Jackie let out a shaky breath.

“I did. Hold on.” Jackie put her backpack on the floor and kneeled to riffle through it. Jan tilted her head to the side.

“What are you doing?”

“I put it in my notebook so it wouldn’t crinkle,” said Jackie, standing up and holding out the envelope. “Here.”

Jan frowned in confusion, but still took it. She opened the envelope and checked to see if Jackie had put something else inside, but no. Just her own letter.

“Why are you giving it back?”

It was Jackie’s turn to look confused.

“So you can edit it?”

It occured to Jan that, maybe, two different conversations were taking place, and she had a hunch about where the miscommunication came from. But she found it hard to believe that this girl, this brilliant leader of the debate team, this absolute nerd who could talk for hours about globe politics, could also be so extraordinarily dumb.

Jan unfolded the letter and, sure enough, dots had been added. Commas had been replaced with semicolons. There were even comments on the margins.

“You marked it.”

“Hmm?”

“You marked my letter.” Jan couldn’t look away from the paper.

“Yes, I ran out of post-its, I’m so sorry! I used a really soft pencil, though, so you can erase it and it won’t show.”

“I gave you a love letter, and you marked it.”

“Yes? You asked me to read it? You looked nervous, like you always get when you show me your essays-”

“Jackie.”

“-because you think you can’t write but you can and that letter is beautiful, really, and your person is so lucky. You even got it revised, because that’s who you are. You put your heart into everything you do, it’s my favorite thing about you-”

“Jaqueline.”

“Huh?”

Jan placed both hands on Jackie’s shoulders.

“I gave the letter to you. Who did you think it was for?” She looked into her eyes, waiting.

Jackie frowned a little and then, slowly, her eyes widened.

“It has Star Trek stickers, Jaqueline.”

Jackie buried her face in her hands.

“I’m an idiot…”

Jan wanted to say something encouraging, but she opened her mouth and all that fell out were giggles. Jackie slowly lowered her hands. She was crimson red, but Jan’s laughter was contagious. The tension dissolved with their fits and Jan forgot why she had been nervous in the first place. This was her person.

Jan went back to fiddling with her backpack straps, still grinning.

“Okay, grammatical errors aside-”

“Jaaan,” whined Jackie, still embarrassed.

“-now that you know the letter’s for you, what did you think of it?”

“Oh! Ha,” Jackie let out, looking down. “It’s a lot.”

Jan looked at her, panicked.

“A good lot!” corrected Jackie. “It’s unexpected, I mean, I knew you liked me, but not- not like this. I didn’t think I’d earned this, and basically this is a long winded way of saying, I like you too.”

“You do?” Jan looked at her, all bright eyes and years of love on her face.

Jackie had to look away. A few years down the line, she would find the words to tell Jan that looking at her felt like looking at the sun, sometimes. Magnetic, breathtaking, and almost unbearable. For now, she could only nod at the ground.

Giggles bubbled out of Jan’s mouth again. She couldn’t help it. All the buildup, pining and hope had led to her bravest moment, and the rewards had her on cloud nine. With her leftover bravery, Jan reached for Jackie’s hand, wondering if a gesture that familiar to them would feel different under unfamiliar circumstances.

It both did and didn’t.

“What happens now?” she asked Jackie, pulling her imperceptibly closer.

“Well,” Jackie started, lacing their hands together. “I have calculus, which I hate. And you have geography, which you hate. So we could go to class and think of each other and not pay attention all morning, which is a waste of time anyway, or…”

“Or?” 

“Or, we could skip and go to the skatepark and, um, talk…” she finished, looking up at Jan through her lashes.

Jan’s heart stuttered at the way Jackie said “talk”. That got a firm yes from her. She really hoped this time they were both on the same page.

“Definitely, let’s do that one,” Jan nodded, eager, already dragging Jackie away from the school.

“Alright, let’s.” Jackie followed her easily. Some things wouldn’t change.

There were no clouds in the sky, but the sun was still taking its sweet time warming up the morning. Jan spared a thought for the jacket she’d forgone that morning, but mostly she thought about how Jackie was more susceptible to cold weather and also wearing a skirt. So, in a totally smooth and not-at-all clumsy move, she hooked her arm around Jackie’s shoulders and huddled closer to her side, for warmth.

Jackie tensed, but grabbed Jan’s hand before she could take it back.

The girls came to a fork in their path, and stopped to choose the best street to the park.

“We should take sixth instead of seventh,” said Jackie, “because that’s your mom’s route to work, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Although I don’t think she would mind us skipping that much, considering,” said Jan, starting down that street.

“Considering what?”

Jan gestured vaguely between their bodies.

“You told Luisa??”

Jan looked at Jackie with an expression that clearly said duh.

“You’re right, I don’t know why I asked.”

Jan laughed and bumped their hips together.

“If it makes you feel better, she was totally rooting for us.”

“It does, actually. I don’t think I could handle mama-bear Luisa telling me to stay away from her precious daughter.”

“She literally likes you more than me.”

A store came into view and Jan slowed down the pace.

“Oooh, we should get chips and sodas for the park. Oh! And sandwiches!” she said, already pulling Jackie into the store.

“You’re the best person to skip class with.”

Jan grinned and rushed inside. They ended up with two paper bags full of drinks and food, and some sparkly hair clips Jan had liked and Jackie had decided to buy for her, because she never displayed any self-control when it came to making Jan happy.

Outside of the store, Jan insisted on being chivalrous and carrying both bags. It was such a simple gesture, but it still got Jackie to gush over her.

“I’m really liking being your girlfriend, Janessa.”

Jan stopped walking.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“I mean, I think so? At least,” Jackie cleared her throat, “at least that’s what I want. If you want that, too. But there’s no pressure.”

Jan took a step closer. Shuffling the bags in her arms out of the way, she stood on her tiptoes to breach the height difference and pressed her lips to Jackie’s. She felt Jackie place a shaky hand on her shoulder, which made the paper bag creak. When she pulled away, she waited for Jackie to blink the daze out of her eyes before flashing her biggest smile.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Jacks.”

Jackie was still a little awestruck, but she managed to find her words.

“Okay. Alright. Girlfriends.” She nodded once, determined, and kept on walking. Simple as that.

At the park, they found a good patch of sunshine to sit down and share the spoils. With practiced ease, Jackie handed Jan a grape soda and Jan opened the Sprite bottle for her.

“Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?” said Jan, after a sip. “I kind of wanna see my mom’s face if we walk into her kitchen holding hands.”

Jackie smiled at the image.

“I’m up for it,” she said, but then winced. “But, um, do you think we could not tell her about the little hiccup on my part?”

Jan tapped her chin.

“Hmm, I don’t know. This could be a really funny story, I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

Jackie took her hand.

“Jannie, please?” she begged sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at her. Jan could only stare, spellbound.

“Oh, you’re so going to abuse that now, aren’t you?”

Jacks shook her head, curls bouncing. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, hiding her smile behing her bottle.

Jan smiled in disbelief and opened her own soda.

Yeah. Just another regular day.

[its-max-okay]

Thursday, 31st December 2020; evening The Joker; Yeon Nen Highranker’s Ball @fromashanddust​

The evening was wearing on, and Max was starting to get just a little tired of the elbow-rubbing and handshaking and decorum -- you know, that thing she lacked? -- of the standard highranker party. Her feet might not have been hurting and she didn’t need to worry about the turning radius on her outfit like she had at certain other parties in the past, but the stiff fabric of her uniform was still a touch oppressive in the crystal pyramid’s heated interior, particularly considering the press of bodies in attendance.

She didn’t know the stuffy Hearts she’d lost Jihoon to, and unfortunately for him, she didn’t want to; she hadn’t abandoned him, per say, and she did murmur that she’d bring him another drink when she got back, but it wasn’t obvious how long that’d be. Max didn’t know how many conversations of her own she’d get caught in, or who else would ask the same dreadfully boring question of which toy she’d brought (Max had started making up answers, at this point). But if there was one thing Max knew for certain, it was that she needed some food to soak up this alcohol ASAP, or her decorum was going to be suffering even more than usual.

Crossing to the banquet table like a woman on a mission, Max cradled her half-finished drink in one hand and tapped thoughtfully at her lips with the other, glancing over the decadent spread. So enamoured was she with the bite-size squares of finely iced and intricately fondant-ed cake that she reached without realizing someone else had eyes on the same prize -- and as she scanned up the crimson satin sleeve to the man in possession of the hand hers had brushed, Max automatically tilted her head with a sly smile.

“Anyone else and I might threaten to take their arm off for stealing my cake.” The sword at her hip, however ceremonial, backed up the playful(?) threat. “But for a handsome stranger such as yourself, I think I can make an exception.”

[littlemissnellie]

whilst kieran panicked about the engagement on his own, at least they could stress about the wedding together. rounding up their family and flying them out to strangerville proved to be even more taxing than they’d predicted, so after finally being able to settle on a date where everyone could make it they agreed that they wanted to keep everything else as simple as possible. besides, as long as they were both there and willing to say ‘i do’, then nothing else mattered.

sunlight rolled off the red rock mountains and lit up their faces even more than their smiles did. everything just seemed to have fallen into place. kieran didn’t have to wear a stuffy suit like his mom had wanted and jo didn’t have to wear a pristine white gown with a train and a veil that went on for miles like her mom wanted, they just got to do things their way. and when their parents saw for themselves how happy they were, none of their petty family traditions mattered. after all, it was jo and kieran’s day to celebrate their love for each other. sure, they had a giant cheesecake instead of a pretty, tiered gateaux covered in white fondant and flowers and they improvised goofy vows instead of planning them to a t, but that felt much more appropriate for them than any conventional wedding practices did. and after running the melted cheese fountain dry and dancing through the night, they ended the day as something that fourteen-year-old jo and kieran would never have believed: husband and wife.

[ask-smutty-lucifer]

“Hello, bunnies, bamadoo!” Wilva greets them as she enters their big place. She sits down and cuddles with Fondant who crawls up into her lap immediately. Lucifer sits down with her until Dove comes over to say goodbye to her best friend. “I’ll see you soon!” Dove says as she hugs her tight. “I’ll miss you, bamadoo!“ Wilva pouts as they break the hug. “Miss you too! I’ll get you something!” She promises her friend before she hurries to her mom and dad. They planned a little trip through Europe. Just a short thing to spend some time alone. Misha packs the last things into the light blue van as North waits, ready to start the car. The car is quite big, perfect for a big trip with a kid. Dove sits down at her place, accompanied by her favourite stuffie and some toys to keep her busy. It’s all neatly packed in her bags. There’s a table she can use too! “So, who’s ready for our trip?” The trunk closes and Misha sits down next to his wife and in front of his daughter. || “Yes, you may.” Athol says and gives her one. “Where’s your mommy?”

“Me!” Dove says excitedly, clapping her little hands, her black hair bobbing as she bounces in her seat. “Me is ready! Super ready!”

||

“Mommy’s in her room!” Edythe says, plopping down onto the ground and starting to nom on her cookie. “She said something about a lawyer, me thinks. Since nobody can find Daddy. Boring grown up stuff!”

[baskets-buddies]

All of my bunny stuffed animals!!!

[wildtenacity]

meet meme / accepting

Muse A walked into Muse B at an art gallery because Muse A was too busy staring at the paintings. / @elenaloveablekotsala

Art really isn’t her thing.

She’s tried to understand it, tried to at least appreciate it. But it’s just...not something she can wrap her head around. It bores her to tears. ( Some would argue that she’s an artist — that the things she can do with frosting, fondant, and cakes are an art form in of itself, but she would vehemently disagree. She is a baker, thank you very much. )

Evelyn is currently staring at a painting by some stuffy, now-deceased artist. She turns to walk away, to find her nephews and sister-in-law, and beg to be released from this torment when she bumps into a person standing behind her. Aw, shit.

“I’m so sorry,” she begins, a sheepish smile accompanying the blush that appears on her cheeks. “You’d think since I’ve been staring at it long enough, it would make sense but...”

[maximumtyphooncollection-us-blog]

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[baskets-buddies]

Watching Star Trek: Enterprise with Fondant :3

[baskets-buddies]

Made my bed at my dad’s house