#tart berry basket

[settingnahoneymoon]

i think we as a society fumbled SO HARD with discontinuing the lalaloopsy dolls. these are some of the cutest and unique designs i’ve seen. toys today cannot compare in the slightest

[llama-aesthetics]

Tart Berry Basket 🍓

Sewn Date: January 15 (Capricorn ♑)

Sewn From: Wild Strawberry

Strawberry Ice Cream Day

Third Year

Gardening Club

Roommate: Tangerine Citrus Zest

[realprissygirl]

prtygrlbeauty scent review 🍨

#deliciousdoll series pt. 1 🍥🌸🍬

body nectars:

1. passionfruit princess

“smells like fresh tropical fruits with deep tart hints of passionfruit, lemon, strawberry, and orange.”

omg so yummy and fruity. reminds me of fruit snacks. getting jolly ranchers and starburst from this and i fckn love it.

2. pink sugar

“smells like sweet delectable candy essence with vanilla and musk.”

fluffy, clean and sweet. so so pretty to smell like. loved to mix this one with eos strawberry dream. the definition of sweet without necessarily being gourmand or fruity. yum.

3. brown sugar baby

“smells like whipped vanilla buttercream & caramelized brown sugar, with hints of cream and caramel”

smells like a hot brown sugar latte with heavy cream and cinnamon sugar. i love this so much i’m about to wear tf out of it this fall.

4. cotton candy

“smells like spun caramelized sugar, strawberry, blueberry, and yummy vanilla”

the first thing i thought of was easter basket. super sweet candy smell. this may sound silly but it smells blue. like the color sky blue. almost like a blue raspberry. i love this one so much.

5. angel cake

“smells like soft and sweet angel food cake with a hint of vanilla and sugar, it's like you just took a heavenly bite. perfectly "baked" for you to feel angelic all day!”

cake batter and isn’t overly sweet. just rich and gourmand-y. haven’t used it yet but the smell alone tells me i’ll be using it with a lot of my favorite “bakery” scents.

6. birthday cake

“smells like rich and sweet birthday cake. moist, yellow cake with a rich, sweet butter cream frosting. you'll almost want to eat it! (please don't!)”

super similar to angel cake with a thick air of sweetness of the cake batter. this one is a hit for me and imma use this up so soon i can already tell.

7. cinnamon buns

“smells like ooey-gooey warm cinnamon rolls with vanilla buttercream frosting.”

i used to work in a cafe and when i went to smell this i got a strong memory of “cinnamon dulce”. i love love love this one i’ve used this one quite a bit since i got my second haul. a pure cinnamon and syrup scent.

8. strawberry vanilla macaron

“smells like sweet strawberry and rhubarb blended with creamy vanilla and spun sugar. hints of butter frosting, red berries, caramel, vanilla ice cream, and macarons.”

a strawberry glazed donut. strawberry, icing, and vanilla. so yummy.

9. sugar cookie

“smells like the perfect sugar cookie with buttercream frosting! notes of powdered sugar, butter and fresh cream!”

a less overwhelming take on “birthday cake”. slightly warm. everything the “sugar cookie” perfume oil should have been.

10. strawberry shortie

“smells like strawberry shortcake, fresh sliced strawberries, warm vanilla cake, and fluffy whipped cream.”

reminds me of strawberry shortcake by canvas beauty in the sense that it smells like fake sweet strawberry and i love love love it soooo much. smells like an old strawberry shortcake lip balm from childhood.

11. ur berry cute

“smells like yummy black raspberry vanilla! notes of ripe black raspberries, dark plum, and warm vanilla!”

think of the smell of grape soda. definitely similar to black raspberry vanilla by bbw (one of my all time favorites). this might sound crazy but it smells so good to me. the heaviest candy like smell and it’s even better layered with other fruity scents.

perfume oils:

1. sugar cookie

“smells like the perfect sugar cookie with buttercream frosting! notes of powdered sugar, butter and fresh cream!”

i have to be honest. i didn’t like this at all. i got the creaminess but that was it. it smelled sort of sour. but luckily this is the only thing i’ve tried that i didn’t like from the brand. so on we move.

2. pink sugar

“smells like sweet sugar, vanilla, custard & marshmallow”

the scent smells like the color pink if that makes any sense. very clean and sweet. like sugar and powder blended together. it’s one of my favorites!

3. cozy sugar

“smells like warm vanilla sugar: intoxicating vanilla, white orchid, sparkling sugar, fresh jasmine and creamy sandalwood.”

warm, sweet, and almost synthetic. it almost reminds me of strawberry dream by eos. i can’t wait to layer her with my gourmand perfumes.

4. pumpkin pecan

“smells like belgian waffle, creamy pumpkin, butter pecan, walnut, maple & fall spices.”

sweet with an undertone of spice. so buttery and yummy. i don’t get too much pumpkin but cinnamon is sticking out to me. i literally love it and i’m so glad to have it in my fall collection.

5. whipped berries

“smells like berry, whipped vanilla and peach blossom”

baby powder and mixed berries. pretty clean and not overwhelming at all.

6. flower fields

“smells like fresh flower fields! star notes: freesia, green leaves, tuberose, jasmine sambac, egyptian jasmine, rose de mai, peach, oakmoss & cedar.”

straight florals. no other families of fragrance and honestly i love it. makes it super nice to layer or amplify other florals i have (and help dial back the sweetness of some sweet florals i love). reminds me of chanel chance.

7. whipped spice

“smells like whipped vanilla cream, cinnamon, honey & corriander.”

immediately thought of almond blossom and oat milk by vs. i don’t get too much spice from this. rather a lactonic sweet and creamy smell. i personally love the honey and think it’ll be perfect for fall.

8. fruit snacks

“smells like citrusy, juicy, sweet fruit! star notes: raspberry, citrus, candy & rose.”

my absolute favorite of them all. i wear it nearly daily. such a sweet fruity gourmand. has a candy quality to it. if you like any sweet mists by bbw you’d love this.

9. vanilla bean

“smells like whipped cream, vanilla, caramel, chocolate, musk & benzoin”

a clean but rich vanilla. reminds me of a vanilla deodorant. then there’s a warm kick to the bottom notes. i love it.

10. cake pop

“smells like soft, sweet & fluffy confetti cake”

powdered sugar and sprinkles. cake pop is a fitting name when you think of the icing and sprinkles a cake pop has. i wore this out with sweet like candy and it brought a deeper layer to the ari perfume. but other than for layering, i don’t reach for it too often.

11. strawberry cake

“smells like fresh strawberries & fluffy shortcake and whipped cream.”

imagine if bubble bath by maison margiela and strawberry pound cake were mixed and that’s what this gives to me. candy with a bit of a fresh, clean note.

12. white mocha

“smells like white chocolate, cozy cappuccino, vanilla orchid, and white tonka bean.”

mocha is chocolate but i didn’t get any chocolate from this but what it does smell like is something you’d get a coffee shop around christmas time. just not chocolatey. marshmallow-y. sweet but not overwhelming. VERY long lasting.

13. warm cream

“smells like light & sweet vanilla backed by a rich and heavy amber. an exotic, creamy vanilla scent.”

another one of my favorite oils. sugary with a bit of noticeable amber. lasts super long and is extremely versatile.

14. soft vanilla

“smells like soft, sweet & warm vanilla and musk.”

barely there. a clean vanilla scent. tiny bit of sandalwood. i think it would layer so well year round.

15. vanilla powder

“smells like soft vanilla orchid, warm cashmere, golden amber, and light florals. a clean vanilla scent.”

extremely similar to vanilla bean but stronger and creamier. also reminds of armani my way’s bottom notes.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Forever And A Day

Title: Forever And A Day

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Geralt x Black!OFC 

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: Geralt and Lavinia share a passionate reunion.

Warnings: pining, soft!Geralt, oral sex (f receiving), attempted oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: I used a prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting: “I told you we would see each other again.” Found inspiration from this post from a tag game on tumblr. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Her hickory-colored eyes stay on his mind for days leading up to when he will get to visit her. Along the path, there aren’t many moments to look forward to. But to see the look on her face after all this time? That moment is worth all the orens on the continent.

Geralt takes notice of himself more intently. He bathes in a lake, ridding himself of the scent of horses and the remnants of the Fleder that he killed earlier. As he washes his hair, the water around him goes from crystal clear to opaque. He carefully washes his skin, every scar on display, rinsing off the suds from the soap he bought in the last town.

The strong aroma of rosemary and lavender calms his nerves as it clings to his skin. He thinks of how different he must look after the last time they were together. Fresh marks litter his skin at different stages of healing. His hair is a bit longer, enough to warrant him tying it up on most days. 

After dressing in fresh clothes, he hefts on his boots. Stuffing his soiled clothing within the pack that Roach wears, he lifts a leg to put his foot in the stirrup. Roach huffs and moves just out of reach. Geralt raises a brow, moving closer to Roach and lifting his leg again. The chestnut mare groans and steps away from him again.

“What has gotten into you?” Geralt asks, scratching behind her ear. Roach thrusts her snout in his direction, snorting as she takes in his new scent. He smiles, his large hand moving to stroke her muzzle gently. “Don’t worry, Roach. When we get to her cottage, I’m sure Lavinia will take her time pampering you. She always does. Brushing you, putting flowers in your hair, and she may even have a treat or two for you.” Roach nickers and allows Geralt to climb atop the saddle again for the tail end of the journey. 

Less than two hours later, they reach the road that leads to her homestead. With his keen eyes, he can already see her. She tends her garden, kneeling to pick the ripened vegetables and herbs that grow thanks to her green thumb. The crunching of pebbles and dirt under boots and hooves alerts her to their approach. 

Brown eyes meet yellow, and the rest of the world vanishes. 

Lavinia looks away, placing the wicker basket full of nature’s bounty on the ground before standing to her full height. She dusts off her apron, moving an errant curl from her face. By the time she looks up, she is face-to-chest with the man she thought she would never get to see again. 

Geralt uses a hand to lift her chin, delicately stroking his thumb against her jaw. He inhales her scent, a heady perfume of sweet honeysuckle, and the kindling fire burning between her thighs. He growls lowly, his body reacting to her arousal. Leaning in, he rests his forehead against hers as her hands clutch the front of his chemise.

Closing the gap between them, her lips graze his tentatively, as if unsure that the kiss is wanted. His answering groan of satisfaction is all the incentive she needs. Tilting her head, she captures his lips, swallowing his hum of approval. She welcomes his endeavor to take over the kiss when his tongue prods at the seam of her lips.

As she allows his tongue entry, his hand tangles in her hair while his other hand snakes around her waist to bring her impossibly closer. He tastes the berries she ate earlier¾tart yet sweet. Devouring her moans, he can hear her heart beating faster inside her ribcage. Her slippery tongue against his is almost too much, as his growing arousal presses against her.

He slows the kiss to a lazy meeting of their lips, only slightly less intense than their previous activity. She reaches up to cradle his face as she breaks the kiss. They stand there in the garden, breathing each other’s air for but a moment, when a low nicker comes from the ignored chestnut mare.

“She missed you as well,” he laughs, looking at Roach.

Breaking away from Geralt, Lavinia turns to smile at the horse. “My dear sweet Roach, has he been treating you well?” She bends to reach into her basket for an apple, feeding it to his trusted companion.

It brings warmth to his heart as he watches their interaction. Roach happily snorts as she receives attention. He could get used to hearing Lavinia’s laughter as it echoed in the wind around them. Grabbing Roach by the reigns, she walks toward the small stable behind her cottage.

“Let’s get her settled. Bring that basket along with you,” she calls over her shoulder.

Geralt smiles, watching the two of them in the stable. Lavinia takes her time brushing Roach’s coat. Combing out her mane, she braids in some wildflowers. Adding a ribbon at the end, she smiles at her handiwork before glancing at Geralt. Giving Roach one last scratch behind the ear, she walks over to him and tucks a strand of milk-white hair behind his ear. 

Geralt looks down at her, and his lips twist in a sinister smile. She yelps as he bends quickly to lift her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. He grabs the basket on his way out of the stable and walks into the warm, cozy cottage. Setting the basket on the dining table, he continues on his way to her bedroom.

Letting her down, he walks her backward until the backs of her knees meet the edge of the bed. Pushing gently on her chest, he helps her lay back. He kneels on the floor between her spread legs to remove her boots. Smoothing his hands over her stockings, he hooks his fingers in the top of them, guiding them down her toned thighs and calves, letting them pool on the floor.

Wrapping a hand around her foot, he lifts it to kiss her from ankle to thigh. Mirroring the action on the other side, he continues to kiss higher and higher up her leg until his mouth hovers over her apex. His warm breath ghosting over her mound sends a shiver up her spine, making her hips raise slightly.

“Please, Geralt. I need you,” she whispers, her breasts heaving with her erratic breathing.

Leaning in, he licks a stripe between her outer labia, his tongue splitting her in two as it gathers her nectar. Swirling around her engorged nub, he sucks it between his lips. She attempts to enclose his head between her thighs, but he grips her flesh and holds her open to him. When her folds open, he dives in headfirst to lap up the slick that escapes her.

He turns his attention back to her pearl as he begins to use a single finger to tease at her opening. Listening to the sounds she makes, he knows that she is so close. Sliding his finger inside her, he sets an excruciatingly slow pace. Twisting and turning his digit inside her, he feels for her inner bundle of nerves. 

Once he finds it, he inserts another finger. Rubbing small circles into her spongy center, he presses in harder until her walls clamp down around him. He continues to flick his tongue against her sweet spot as she moans and gasps through her climax. When she has calmed down, he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.

He stands, climbing between her legs and pulling his chemise over his head. As he does so, she sits up. She runs her hands over his scarred skin, his yellow eyes following her movement as her hands lower to the hem of his pants. She makes quick work of the buttons and is rewarded when his girthy member springs up in front of her.

She wraps a small hand around him, finding she needs to use both to encircle him. She strokes him slowly, her eyes widening as pre-cum leaks from his thick tip. Using a thumb, she gathers his seed and swirls it around his mushroom head. She leans in, licking a stripe over the underside of his length, earning a low growl from him.

He removes himself from her hands, knowing he won’t last if she uses her hot mouth on him. He kisses the frown off her face, covering her body with his own. “As much as I would love to feel your mouth on me, the urge to be inside you in a different way is much too appealing to ignore,” he hums, using one hand to tease her petals with his erection.

Gathering her wetness, he taps the tip against her sweet spot, then slides between her lower lips. Once sheathed inside her, they hissed in unison. Her, at the feeling of fullness. Him, at the tight fit of her warmth. He sits there, allowing her to get used to his tumescence.

As her legs wrap around his hips, she tilts her pelvis just slightly, and he knows she is ready for him. He retracts his hips until just the head remains inside then thrusts in fully. He does it again and again, setting a punishing pace.

The sounds of her moans and his grunts mixed with the slapping of slick flesh, fill the air. The intoxicating smell of their pheromones blends into a spicy, sweet bouquet. As his hips piston inside her walls, he kisses her yet again, feasting on her lips and taking her breath away.

He breaks the kiss, nibbling her jaw and licking at her sweat-slicked neck. She turns her head to give him better access, whimpering as he sucks a hickey into her flesh. His tongue soothes the tender skin as he feels her depths begin to quiver around him.

He snakes a hand between them to toy with her swollen button. The pad of his thumb brings her to her second orgasm of the night. He picks up the pace as he journeys toward his release. His hips stutter soon enough as he thrusts deep inside her to bury himself to the hilt. He fills her, painting her walls with enough spend that it begins to leak past his softening thickness.

He presses a kiss on her throat before moving to lay next to her once he slips from her folds. He opens his arm, and she rests her head on his chest. Throwing a leg over his, she tangles a hand in his chest hair. 

“I’m so glad you made it back to me, Geralt,” she beams, idly drawing patterns across his skin.

“I told you we would see each other again. No one, man or monster, could keep me away from my love for long,” he reassures, closing his eyes. He hears her heartbeat quicken and smiles to himself.

She lifts her head to look at him, bringing a hand to his face. Raising his head, he meets her lips in an unhurried kiss. He tangles his tongue with hers until he takes the lead. He reaches down to grasp her leg, maneuvering her to be on top as he sits up.

She wraps her arms around his neck, breaking the kiss to rest their foreheads together. “I love you, Geralt.”

He looks into her eyes, seeing their future together in those dark orbs. Savoring this moment, a slow smile spreads across his face. “I love you, Lavinia. Forever and a day.”

“Forever and a day,” she murmurs.

A/N: This is the first time I have written Geralt. I hope I did him justice. He’s my comfort character, after all. This particular Geralt is a mix of the videogame version, the book version, and the Netflix version of him. This version of him smiles and can be soft while still able to use a sword one-handed to take down a foe. *swoon*

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[ikeromantic]

Plucking Berries

Vlad and MC go berry picking for the day. Fluff - approx. 1800 words.

Vlad stands in a small clearing, surrounded by lush greenery and summer blossoms. Light drenches him, turning his pale hair into a halo as if he were an angel, lost in the wild. His gaze finds yours, lips lifting in a knowing smile. He caught you staring. Again.

You blush and wave, pretending you only just now saw him there. You hold up the basket you brought. “Are you ready to hunt for berries?” 

Vlad’s smile widens. “I have never gone berry picking. I am looking forward to it.”

An answering smile lifts the corners of your mouth. You wanted to spend the day with him, a romantic forest walk, with the added bonus of making him one of his favorite strawberry desserts after. Seeing him happy means the world to you.

“Aren’t forest strawberries sweeter than the ones in the market, voivode?” Charles clambers through the undergrowth to where you stand. Too close, as usual, but you’ve gotten used to his need for touch and constant reassurance. 

“They are,” confirms Faust as he steps up to stand on the other side of you.

You don’t have a chance to respond before the priest plops a bonnet atop your head. “Wha - Faust!”

He tuts and shakes his head, tying the bonnet string under your chin. “You can’t run about in the sun without protection. Don’t struggle.”

Charles laughs at your surprise. “Docteur saw you leave without a hat.”

“Thank you, Faust.” Vlad finally comes to your rescue. The other two step back, respectfully wary. “You look beautiful,” Vlad kisses the tip of your nose. 

“It would have been better if you kissed her on the lips. She wants to be kissed there. I can tell.” Charles pipes up, only to be elbowed by Faust.

You clear your throat, trying to ignore the commentary. “So. Anyway. I thought it would be fun to hunt for summer berries. This forest has strawberries and black berries. We might even find blackthorn or lingonberries! If we find enough, I’ll make a tart or some jam from them.”

There are so many recipes you looked at, preparing for today. A whole stack of baking books and notes written on loose paper at the market. You can’t wait to bring your berry haul home to try them out, and see what recipe brings the biggest smile to Vlad’s face.

“Then let us quickly fill our baskets so we can move on to more important tasks.” Faust sighs, eyeing his berry picking basket with distaste.

Vlad ignores the priest’s remark. “I will hope for basketfuls of strawberries.” He takes your arm. “Let’s go.” 

You hear Charles’ chatter grow more distant as he and Faust choose a direction opposite the one Vlad leads you in. You wonder if that was intentional, a little kindness from your vampire friends to give you some time alone with your lover.

The forest is alive around you, the air full of bird sounds and the buzzing of small insects. Squirrels and foxes rustle the brush, and above it all, a light breeze stirs the treetops. Vlad is quiet, a comfortable silence. His arm twined with yours says more than words could.

The empty basket dangles from your free hand, reminding you that this walk through the forest has a purpose, besides getting Vlad all to yourself. If you find enough strawberries, you can make something special for your lover. You peer at every clump of brush hopefully, but see nothing to pick besides flowers. 

Vlad plucks a wild chicory flower and tucks it behind your ear. “Did you know chicory symbolizes faithful love? Usually unrequited. But not always.” His finger traces the shell of your ear. “My wait for you was not in vain.” His gentle smile makes your heart race. 

You lean into his touch. “It’s incredible to me that you looked for me for so many years. You never gave up.”

“I couldn’t.”  He pulls you into his arms and holds you for a moment, his chin resting atop your bonnet.

The love you feel is almost too much to bear. Your heart is so full that it aches. Words catch in your throat and all you can do is hug him back. Being here with him still feels so impossible. Finding each other across space and time in the most unlikely of coincidences. It’s enough to make you believe in fate.

“We were meant to find each other,” Vlad says softly, echoing your thoughts. 

“I love you.” Those three little words don’t feel like enough to describe what you feel, but they are the words you have.

You feel him smile as he squeezes you tighter. “Te iubesc, inimioara mea.” He releases you a moment later, though his arm stays linked with yours as you continue on.

A few minutes later, you spot something red and small, growing close to the ground. You tug at his arm excitedly. “Is that a strawberry?”

Vlad kneels down to look. “It is. And there are more.” He pushes a low hanging branch aside to reveal a small berry patch. 

You clap excitedly. “I can’t believe we actually found some!”

His gentle smile shares in your joy. He picks the ripe, red berries and places them in the basket. “There aren’t many ready to pick. We’ll have to find another patch.” Vlad tells you as he stands and dusts off his hands. 

“Maybe Faust and Charles are having more luck.” You peer into the basket. It’s only a quarter full, if that. Not enough to make more than a spoonful or two of jam. Definitely not enough for a tart. 

Vlad laughs softly and ruffles your hair. “Don’t worry. We will enjoy whatever we find, even if this is all.”

You nod, trying not to let your disappointment show. There have to be more strawberries out here, and you are determined to find them. At least enough to make something special for your lover, something to make him smile.

Vlad takes the basket and carries it as the two of you continue your walk. “I always wanted to go berry picking when I was a child,” he says, voice pitched for your ears only. “I wasn’t allowed to though.”

“Because it was dangerous?”

He laughs softly and shakes his head. “I don’t think so. But it was beneath me, as a pure blood. Something for the servants to do.” His garnet gaze catches yours, the scarlet depths full of layered emotions. 

“I think that’s a shame. They made you miss out on something you might have enjoyed.” You know you can’t really understand what his life has been like - born a noble and more, surviving a violent tragedy, and then living through centuries of volatile change. Even so, you feel sad that anyone would be taught that some people are inferior. Or that some tasks are lesser. 

Vlad cocks his head, studying you with narrowed eyes. “You’re right,” he says after a moment. “My parents would not approve of my flowers either. And I enjoy them very much.” He brushes his thumb across your knuckles, a faint caress. 

You feel a flush grow in your cheeks. Vlad has a talent for making you blush. “They probably wouldn’t approve of me either,” you murmur.

“Likely not.” He smiles. “Such ideas must change. You are proof of that.”

His warm regard leaves you speechless for a long moment, your heart fluttering beneath the boughs of your ribs. You catch sight of something behind him, glad for the distraction. “Are those blackberries?”

Vlad gives your fingers a gentle squeeze, knowing you well enough to understand the deflection. “So they are. But not ripe just yet.” 

“Mmmm. Too bad.” 

He laughs again, and leads you deeper into the forest. 

The sunlight slants through the canopy of leaves above you, turning gold as the morning light turns to afternoon. The two of you chat comfortably as you walk, sharing the little things that make up the tapestry of your lives. It is only when the western sky spreads a crimson stain across the horizon that you realize the day has passed and you have only a handful of strawberries to show for it.

 “We should head back. The walk will be less pleasant in the dark.” Vlad turns to guide you back, but you plant yourself in place as if to stay there. “What is it,” he asks. You are sure he already knows what you are going to say.

 “We didn’t find enough strawberries to make anything with. If we look just - just a little longer, there might be more.” You gesture toward the trees ahead, hoping to spot something worthwhile.

Vlad nods. “We might. But it will be hard to see the berries in the dark.”

He’s right, and you know it. Still, you can’t accept failure. “Yes, but . . . if we can just find a few more . . .”

“Draga mea, why are you so determined? It is getting dark. Let’s go home. Charles can make dinner, and we can have a bath. Together.” His crimson gaze sparks with heat and a promise that bath time will be as much about getting dirty as it is about getting clean.

You take a breath, marshaling your thoughts. “I know you’re right - it is getting dark. But it’s not dark yet! We have maybe an hour? Plenty of time to find enough berries to make something. If we go now, there’s barely enough to sprinkle on top of your pancakes.” 

Vlad studies your face in silence, long enough that you begin to fidget under his gaze. “Are you afraid to disappoint me?”

That’s it, you realize, as he says it. You had so many ideas for how the day should turn out, and now you feel like you are letting him down. Your shoulders fall and you look down. “I really wanted to make you something special.”

“Every day you are with me is already special.” He takes your chin between his finger and thumb, lifting gently to meet your gaze. “I am not disappointed.”

“But you love strawberries so much. You would be so happy if I baked you a strawberry tart or a napoleon or a frasier cake or, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway.” You sigh. 

Vlad laughs softly, running his thumb over your pouting lips. “I do love strawberries. But I already have the sweetest ones I could ask for. Better than any cake or pastry.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You do?”

He leans forward, pressing a light kiss to your mouth. The kiss deepens as you react, your lips parting. Vlad pulls you close, lifting you off your feet and into his arms. You forget all about picking berries and baking tarts. You forget the approaching evening, and the darkening sky. There is only Vlad, and the warm velvet of his mouth. 

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Strawberries (Terzo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Credit to @conjuring-ghouls for the gif!

WARNINGS: Minors Do Not Interact, MDNI, 18+, Explicit Content, Sexual Content, Minors DNI, food play, pussy eating, overstimulation

Dearest Shoe, @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe thank you so much for requesting this, it was so much fun to write and definitely something outside of my comfort zone. Love you bb ❤️❤️

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You couldn't stop the smirk from passing over your lips as you caught the sight of him. "You know, Primo's going to be awfully upset if he finds out you were messing around in his greenhouse Papa." You watch his shoulder shake slightly as he chuckles. His gaze lands on you, the two of you sharing a small smile.

"Surely he won't mind me stealing a few strawberries. Especially if I'm gathering them to share with one of his beloved Siblings, eh Sorella?" You knew that devious glint in his eye all too well. Terzo Emeritus was not anything if not a flirt. He knew exactly what to say and how to act in order to leave you a flustered and blushing mess, not that you were complaining. He held one of the ripe berries between his fingers, studying it as he slowly made his way over to you. "The first strawberries of the season are always my favorite. Deliciously tart," his eyes leave the fruit and train themselves on you, taking in the image of your curves under your work clothes. "Yet still so sweet." He stood in front of you, his intense gaze gluing you to your spot. "It's probably one of the greatest tastes I've ever experienced… so far anyways." He smirks at you. You pressed your thighs together to try and stifle the growing arousal between your legs. Despite the fact you had been a target of Terzo's charm for years, he never failed to get you all worked up. He held out the strawberry to you, watching intently as your lips wrapped around the tip of it, gently brushing over his fingers as you took a small bite. Your eyes never left his, beautifully mismatched hazy green with the other being so white it almost glowed. Terzo Emeritus was definitely a sight to behold.

"It's delicious Papa." You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. He takes your chin between his fingers. Your breath hitches in your throat, his lips barely out of reach.

"Can I have a taste, Sorella?"  He smirks, your cheeks immediately heating up at his question.

"Terzo!" You startled away from him as Primo's voice booms through the greenhouse. "I've told you before, not in my greenhouse, you'll crush the plants!" Terzo chuckles, taking a step back from you.

"Relax, fratello, I was just giving (Y/N) some fruit." The youngest Emeritus brother shoots you a wink and a flirtatious smirk. Your eyes trailed after him as he made his exit, taking the rest of the plump flesh of the strawberry between his teeth. The thought flashed through your mind of how good it would feel for him to bite into your thighs like that. You quickly shook the idea from your head as Primo approached you.

"Il mia bambina, I hate to trouble you, but would you mind harvesting some fruits and bringing them to Terzo's office? I would like to keep that menace out of my garden at all costs." He says with an exasperated sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yes Papa, I'll take care of it." You agree with a smile. He pats you on the shoulder as he walks past you.

"Thank you Sorella. If you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with one Miss Mary Jane." He pardons himself with a chuckle. You made quick work of picking fruits, the thought of your earlier interaction with Terzo playing repeatedly in your mind, making you incredibly giddy. You grabbed some dark, sweet cherries, ripe peaches, tart plums, and of course more strawberries, carefully arranging them in your basket. You stopped by the kitchen, slipping some chocolate from Secondo's secret stash in with your other treats as you passed through.

"Papa?" You knock tenitavely on his door, pushing it open when you hear him give you permission to enter. He sat at his desk, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose as he filled out some paperwork. "Primo wanted me to bring you some fruits." You held up the basket before setting it on his desk. He chuckles, examining the gift before him.

"And the chocolate?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Just a little something special for my Papa." You blush slightly, your eyes drifting down to your feet.

"Thank you cara mia, this is wonderful. How can I ever repay you?" His question slightly muttles with the rustling of the candy's foil. You glanced up at him to find his eyes already studying you. The tension in the air was thick. Gone was the usual playfully flirty demeanor that often dominated your and Terzo's conversations. You stood before him now when there wasn't a single chance you would get disturbed. He knew he had you all to himself and he was planning on taking full advantage of that.

"There's no need to repay me Papa." You respond softly. He snaps off a small piece of chocolate, holding it out to you. You carefully take it between your lips, he watches your reaction to the slightly bitter chocolate intently.

"Oh, but I want to, Sorella." He neatly folds up his glasses, tucking them away in his desk before he stands. His slow, heavy footsteps echoing in your ears as he walks around his desk. He sat on the edge of the dark wood, picking up a peach out of the basket, tossing it in the air and catching it in his palm a few times. "You went through all this hard work just to bring me something I wanted… surely there's something you want as well." You eyed the fruit in his hand, wanting to relive the sensation you had experienced earlier. Terzo follows your gaze, holding the peach out for you to bite. Forbidden fruit hanging just out of reach. You hesitantly lean forward, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. You felt some of the juice dripping down your lip. In one swift movement Terzo was standing, his tongue lapping up the droplet of juice before his lips crashed into yours. The peach tumbled from his hand and to the floor with a loud thud. His arms wrapped around you, pulling your body flush against his own. He sucked your lip between his teeth, a delighted hum escaping you as your eyes fluttered shut. He lifted you from the floor, effortlessly setting you on the edge of his desk. Your kiss broke momentarily as you both hurried to get undressed. "I can't even begin to tell you how long I've wanted you cara mia." He admits breathlessly. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, giving it a firm tug that elicited a sinful groan from him, his fingers kneading into your hips.

"Then have me Papa… I'm all yours." His lips were back on yours in an instant, needy hands pulling at your shirt until it was removed from your body. Terzo kissed and nipped at the exposed skin of your chest. Terzo's eyes drifted to the fruit basket you had brought, a smirk crossing his features as he breathes out a chuckle.

"I think I know a pretty good use for your gift." You raised a curious eyebrow at him, watching to see what he would do next. He grabbed one of the various plums in the basket, leaning over your exposed chest and biting into it. The dark red juice dripped down his fingers and off his wrist before splattering across your skin. Your fingers slid into his raven locks as he dipped his head, licking the droplets up from the valley of your breasts. His eyes never leaving yours for a moment. You placed a finger under his chin, gently guiding him upwards until you found his lips, the tart juice of the plum mixing with Terzo's naturally sweet taste. He rests his forehead against yours after he pulls away. "The freshest fruit in the garden should be shared with the prettiest flower, sí?" You couldn't help but blush under his gaze, nodding in agreement. He offered you a bite of the plum before discarding it alongside the peach, his head dipping into the crook of your neck. His warm breath fanned over your skin as he trailed kisses down your exposed body. You mewled under his touch, back instinctively arching off the desk as he sucked dark marks onto your thighs. He paused, fingers playing at the band of your panties. "Will you allow me to taste you, Sorella?" 

"Please, Papa." You whine, your legs already beginning to tremble despite him not even touching you yet. Terzo lets out a deep chuckle, removing the main clothing keeping him separated from your soaked core at an agonizingly slow pace. Your breath caught in your throat as he licked a long stripe over your clit, the gasp he elicited fizzling out before it even had a chance to leave your lungs. He wasted no time, his tongue dipping inside your entrance allowing him to lap up the juices of your arousal. You pressed a hand firmly to the back of his head, grinding your hips into his face. His nose brushed over your clit as his tongue continued to work inside of you, a series of sinful moans falling from your lips as the growing knot in your stomach.

"So sweet, Cara Mia." Terzo groans before latching his lips around your clit, tongue expertly teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. The arm you were using to support yourself gave out underneath you, causing you to collapse back against the desk. Terzo wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he effortlessly pulled an orgasm from you. Your legs trying to force themselves closed, Terzo resisted you with a chuckle, the vibrations sending a jolt through your already sensitive body. You cried out his name, trying to push his face away, a task that only resulted in streaks of grey across your palms from his paints. "Forgive me for being selfish dolce, but you are the best thing I've ever tasted." He smirks as you squirm in his grasp. "Even better than those strawberries."

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Title Prompt: I'll drop a few below and let you choose which one inspires the most. You can decide if it's SFW or NSFW, whatever suits your fancy.

- A Name Most Beloved

- Whispered Promises, Poisoned Kisses

- Sweet as Summer Rain

No rules, no expectations, and no rush!

Thank you for the prompt @523rdrebel! I had to wait for inspiration for this one, and then I got hit with a summer thunderstorm while I was out for a walk last night, and voilà! A ficlet was born.

Sweet as Summer Rain

Pairing: Rebels!Wolffe x Reader 

Rating: eh, IDK. T, I guess. Maybe M. Minors DNI as always.

Wordcount: 363

Warnings and tags: suggestive language and situations, implied predator/prey dynamics, Wolffe is a menace to society and the reader's peace of mind

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“If you keep eating all the sunberries, we are never going to pick enough for a pie!” you exclaim.

Wolffe grins at you as he pops another berry into his mouth. “I’m not eating all of them. One for me, one for the basket.”

“Except I’m the only one putting them in the basket,” you laugh in mild exasperation.

It’s a lovely, late summer afternoon, and the wind ripples through the tall, shimmering grass of Lothal’s plains. The sky is a stunning blue, dotted with high, fluffy clouds that drift on a lazy breeze.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky if you ate a few,” Wolffe teases.

“I am not cranky!” you huff indignantly. 

“Really?” he asks, moving close behind you. “Then have a taste.”

He holds a berry temptingly up to your lips, and when you don’t immediately take it, he slides his hand around your waist and pulls you back against his broad chest. You let out a shriek of indignant laughter, and he takes shameless advantage to slip the sunberry into your mouth. Tangy, juicy sweetness bursts across your tongue, and you giggle despite yourself. His thumb brushes against your lips, and you flick your tongue over it flirtatiously.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing?” he asks, a gleam in his cybernetic eye.

“You started it,” you reply with a provocative little smirk.

“I’ll finish it,” he replies as he grasps your jaw and pulls you into an all-consuming kiss.

Goosebumps sweep across your skin, and you nearly drop your basket of berries as you arch backward into him. His tongue dips into your mouth, sweet and tart and hot and wet. He steals your breath and turns your legs to jelly, and when he finally breaks away, your head spins and your eyes glaze with desire.

Just then, something cold splashes on your cheek, and you look up to see that the clouds have turned dark and ominous as one of Lothal’s abrupt summer thunderstorms burgeons in the sky.

“So much for sunberry pie,” you say. “Race you back to the house?”

Wolffe’s expression turns ever so slightly predatory, and you lick your lips reflexively.

“Start running, little girl.”

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[slowdrifts]

tart berry basket stimboard!

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[2012aura]

free treats !

summary : passing a cafe everyday does no one any good, just step in once!

warning : fluffy and simpy ellie.

paring : college!ellie williams x black!reader

the early sunday wind blew in ellie's hair, and she was taking a short walk around her campus. not like she was new around here, she had been here for a couple months now. but her days after classes were usually spent with dina, getting high, or just sleeping.

dina mentioned this little cafe on campus that sold the best coffee, as dina said. ellie knew she had to try this place, as a coffee drinker she had to judge. she expected it so be some mediocre coffee and some over-decorated basic cafe but in reality, it was different. just as ellie walked in, she saw the semi-long line, which in most cases would mean this place HAS to be the best, right? but even then ellie doubted, a long line doesn't mean good, i mean have you seen mcdonald's lines on a tuseday afternoon? exactly, but the smell of freshly baked pastries also hit her nose, okay maybe this place was good she thought. as she got closer she caught a glimpse of a blonde head of curly hair. it radiated from the light that came from the window out front. as she looked around the cafe she saw little tables with a max of two seats per table and a couple long booth seats towards the back. there was so much greenery around, and it seemed to be real.

it was now her turn in line and she finally saw the employee and she was so beautiful. she had this brown skin that glowed when the sun hit it, it almost shimmered. this bleached hair going that started at her hair, and eventually ended with bleached brows. her curls were also beautiful, they landed so beautifully on her, making her look better than anyone ellie had ever seen. "hello, welcome to bushes, how can i make your day wonderful?" a small smile on her face, showcasing her braces. heat rose to ellie's cheeks, she was so enamored by this girl in front of her. "um, ill have a coffee, with one french vanilla, and two sugar please." ellie said with a slight smile as well. she couldn't help but smile, the girls' smile was contagious. "are you a new customer, we have a free pasty for our new customers! feel free to pick one out! i recommend our fruit tart, especially the mixed berry one! or if you are looking for something savory i'd say our ham and cheese croissants, they are to die for!" she spoke while starting on your coffee. a free pastry, who could say no to that? "the croissant sounds good, thank you" ellie said and she took out her cash to pay.

"wonderful, and your name? just so we could have you step to the side and wait at our wait station, she pointed to it with her medium-length nails. they were a pretty shade, it sort of looked like a toned-down honey color. "ellie, my name is ellie" you grabbed the cardboard cup and swiftly wrote down her name. it was a pretty name you thought, and it came with an even prettier girl attached to it. "alright ellie, your order should be done soon, just hold your receipt until they call you then place it into the yellow basket, not the blue one though, those were hit and run orders." you said with air quotations, obviously, they weren't literal hit and runs. more in the sense of they ordered didn't pay and just left. which happened more often than one would think. "alright sounds good," ellie said as she walked away toward the wait station. the little wait sign decorated in cute bubble letters and soft pastels, this cafe itself was so cute.

her order soon came out and she was on her way, not without waving to the cute barista that served her today. as she walked out she still heard that sweet voice of yours to every customer that came after her. gosh, was she developing a crush already, on a girl she barely knew? this was classic ellie.

"dina, why in your right mind didn't you tell me about this place sooner!" ellie yelled as she stumbled into her and dina's shared dorm. "ellie, it's been there since be before we even came here, AND we pass it everyday! its not my fault you don't pay attention to me!" dina jokingly yelled back. not paying attention to ellie's antics. "and the pretty girl who works there! you didn't even warn me dina!" ellie exclaimed as she fell flat-faced into her bed. "ellie ... she is in most of our classes, she usually just looks different! she wears glasses during class and dresses like 2010 mac miller! plus she is really quiet and only has four friends, including myself!" that sentence came out of dina's lips proudly, to be able to call herself a friend of yours. you were a very reserved girl in the real world, but the bakery uniform came you a new form of confidence. "YOU ARE HER FRIEND?" ellie yelled even louder, in a whiny tone. "els, if you viewed my Instagram dumps you'd see us in some photos, also shes a MAJOR pothead." dina said as she pulled up her personal Instagram to show ellie. throwing the phone to ellie and letting her view on her own, you were even more beautiful in these photos.

"what's her insta-" dina knew that was the next question so she cut you off, "she only has a finsta but she'll probably let you in! she only has around twelve followers, and her posts are super cute and funny." dina boasted. ellie threw the phone back to dina, and it landed softly by her feet. dina picked up her phone and shared your Instagram with ellie, and ellie instantly touched the notification. she requested quickly, your profile picture appeared to be you sitting on a ledge, with some baggy pants on. ellie was excited to see you instantly accepted her request, this definitely was gonna get you both somewhere!

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do you guys want a part 2 maybe?

[trtyutr]

Attention the Court VI

Ryan wakes up to the sound of the door bell ringing. He rolls to get up but is stopped by his baby bump. It looks overdue. He peels off his fishnet shirt as he sits up. He looks around to see his any of his two gentlemen guests are still around, but it seems that the two of them left during the night. He shrugs it off. The encounters were casual and all parties knew that going in. He gets up. It's getting harder and harder to move the baby bump. It's growing so quickly and the rest of his body hasn't kept up. He puts on a tight blue shirt and red basketball shorts that should be loose but hugs his flesh. He waddles to the door of his condominium. He opens up the door to find a massive red basket overflowing with a odd variety of fruits and a small blue envelope.

He drags the two inside and pops open the envelope. It's a statement saying that $168,750 has been added to his account. He smiles at the number as he rubs his belly. He's going to need it to provide for all his kids. He turns to the fruit basket. The bounty contains an eclectic collect of fruits; avocados and coconuts usually require more preparation to be included in a typical fruit basket. He has to eat it, and the elephant is eaten one bite at a time. He rips into the red plastic and pulls out a peach. He bites into and is hit with how sweet and sweet it is. Juice pours down his chin as he gobbles the flesh around the pit. He puts the pit down, unaware of the fact of his ass swelling larger, jutting further from his form by an inch. His shorts grow to accommodate his larger form, staying as tight as always. He rips into a cloth bag full of berries. A strange menagerie of berries lie within it. He pops them all inside his mouth; each of them sweet and tart. Each of them causes a small surge in his body. Feature harden and sharpen as muscles grow and bulge within his body. By the time he's through the one bag, he's five pounds heavier with muscle. He takes out one of the bananas and peels it. He pops it in his mouth in one bite. It's the best banana he's ever eaten, though it was oddly a bit unrip. He crotch swells forwards as his dick grows and lengthens. It's circumference and length have both grown by half an inch. He looks at the olives packed in a tiny jar, and he licks his lips. Maybe they might help flush out the sweetness in his mouth, to make the other fruits sweet again. He pops open one of the jars and plucks out a fruit from the brine. It's bitter and salty. As he masticates, his mouth floods with saliva. Without thinking, he grabs two more, then three more. every bite he takes, he grows heavier. As the berries hardened features, the olives soften them, but both add weight. His fat seems to collect at the bottom bottom of his belly, his thighs, the sides of his torso the most. When the olives are all gone, he still craves that savory taste, he picks up the jar and chugs down the brine. When he's done with the jar, he's find pounds fatter than when he started. He looks at the avocados. Packages of crackers lay beside them. He walks into the kitchen, his footsteps falling just a little bit harder than they used to. He grabs a sharp knife, a spoon, and butterknife. Split it open by cutting around the pit, scoop out the flesh from the skin, and spread it over the crackers. The result is easy to nosh on, and quickly the crackers are gone. Just as quickly, the bulge of his red shorts fills out as his balls plump up, becoming 25% percent larger than they were. Kyle still doesn't realize the changes to his body, his mind all making it all normal and fine. He picks up one of the coconuts, while trying to remember how to open them up from that one time his friend showed him in college. Underneath the collection of coconuts is a skewer, a mallet, and a sharp spoon. Now he remembers. He pokes opens up one of the soft spot that lay at the "eyes." He lifts up the coconut and gulps down the milk that pours out. It's oddly a lot of water for a ripe one. His arms automatically adjust as his pecs swell a little bit. He cracks open the rest with a mallet, and scoops out the flesh from the two halves, eating the meat as he scoops it out like he's eating out of carton of ice cream. When there's only the shell left, his pecs jut out an inch more, and his nipples larger and longer. He's still hungry, and there's so much fruit just for him.

Kyle finishes off a peach, by sucking off every bit of flesh from its pit. He looks around for something else, but all he finds is empty red packaging. Then he hears the doorbell ring. He waddles over to the door. The floor boards of his new condominium creek and groan under his weight. His belly, filled with 128 kids, already looks overdue despite being five weeks along. His his body is now a whole lot more stout. He's 175 pounds stronger and 165 pounds fatter. His thighs rub together. His back is wider, his lats widen the top and love handles at the bottom. His arms are bigger than a lot people's heads. His ass sways as he waddles, each cheek the size of a yoga ball, and they match his chest, though the latter are bigger. Golf balls sized nipples sit on large areolae are painfully obvious behind the blue fabric that contain them. Swinging beneath his belly is a 19 inch monster supplied by two productive melon sized balls. He opens up his door and leans forwards a bit, his chest making it hard for him to see things bellow his eye level. It's one of his gentleman quests from last night. The man blushes at Kyle's new form, though neither can mentally process the change as abnormal. "I think I left my charger here. Mind if I grab it?" Kyle rubs his baby bump. "Sure, though if you aren't busy right now. I wouldn't mind if you gave me a proper goodbye before leaving again or continuing our fun last night." The man turns redder. His pants tent up. "I would love that." Good peers. I have noticed something. Kyle is spending all this time with these gentle men, but beyond their exciting time together, they part so easily. I think there should be an effect on each other, gifts in my normal fashion of course. The court shall pick two option this time, the two leaders prevailing as the gifts and maybe even combining. Now let's the options. Virile Father: why should Kyle be the only one so blessed, his lovers shall be growing children of his own. Virile Suitors: his lovers shall be now give our dear Kyle more children. Generous Giver: Kyle shall make his companions larger. Greedy Grower: his companions shall make our client grow. Waste Not: every lustful encounter shall make every 128 kid grow. Patron Patriarch: fortune shall find his paramours. Patronized Patriarch: Every paramour shall make Kyle wealthier. Binding Bed: All that Kyle shall bed shall be bound by strange magics to his fate. All of the Above! Nothing

(Sorry for the delay. Life got complicated and I didn't have the time or when I did not the energy for the next part.)

[dantesunbreaker]

Blackberry Picking with the Papas(Headcanons)

I haven't done many of these kind of posts, but I had this idea while picking berries with my mom and twin. We each have our own way of picking, and I couldn't help but think of how each Papa would act as well!

Primo

Most enthusiastic about going of all the Papas, but it's not exactly just for getting berries

Will point out which berries are okay to pick, tells you which will be more on the sweet or tart side

Insistent that neither of you purposely harm the plant itself

You accidently snap a perfectly healthy branch and "We must show respect and gratitude for the plant and the fruit which it bares. Come, let me show you, my flower."

Does his fair share of the picking, but is far more concerned with trimming and pruning. He wants them to grow big and strong.

You don't pick too many, just the right amount. Primo gently insists that you leave plenty for the surrounding wildlife to enjoy.

He makes refreshing sweet iced tea with your harvest

Secondo

Takes it far more serious than his two younger brothers

Brings all the necessary tools: gloves, baskets, clippers, etc.

Zero clue which berries are good besides the simple "black = good, red/green = bad"

If he is taller than you, he will grab high branches and hold them down so you can pick from them

Good thing you do not decide to pick from Primo's garden, because this man will cut and clear vines to venture deeper into the bushes

Collects far more than is actually needed, but he fills with pride at the sight of your overflowing baskets

Some of the berries are eaten plain as soon as they are rinsed, some are frozen, but the mass majority of them are stored so they can ferment and be made into wine

Terzo

Expect to do 80% of the work yourself

At first he is all eager, decked out in his fancy summer attire

Picks alongside you as you work your way around the perimeter, not yet pushing into the thorny bushes

But once you start pushing in.... well

Why he choose to wear white, you will never understand

Laments as he becomes spotted with purple and red stains, ruining his outfit

Calls it quits for himself the moment he gets snagged by a thorn and tears a hole in his shirt

"Dolcezza, must you really insist on picking your own? I could go buy all the fresh berries you could ever need!"

Sulks and pouts, but he will still hold the basket for you. Standing back at a safe distance of course

But all is forgotten the moment you present him with the fresh baked pastries you make with the berries

Copia

He tries his best! Bless his heart he really does...

But when not on stage, this man lacks grace

Every five minutes you hear a yelp or hiss followed by a string of Italian curses from his direction

Refuses to give up though!

If his amore wants freshly picked berries, well then he is going to make it happen no matter the cost!

Together you pick a modest amount, not too much, not too little

Afterwards you are sure to clean all Copia's nicks and cuts, giving each a get well smooch that has him blushing behind his paints

In the end, most of the berries go to Copia's rats! You make a few desserts for yourself and Copia of course.

But that night you sit at the table for dinner, each rat with their own place setting and small plate of berries

[cocoa-rococo]

Hello fellow Rayman author :) I keep wanting to write some Rayman and Globox friendship fluff but can never come up with the scenario required to properly do so. Maybe you'd like to take that up. I also love the idea of a Rayman 2 AU, where Globox just earned the power that was meant for Rayman by accidentally eating his silver lum :D But that feels like a bigger project.

(holy shit, THE levy120? aka one of the best rayman fanfic authors of all time? i re-read your stuff constantly, my dude, it's an honor.)

first off, oh man, that au sounds so cool! i already got a lot of rayman fics in the work already (the price of lightning-bolt inspiration bursts at midnight, i suppose), but that sounds like a ton of fun with a lot of potential.

secondly, i am ALWAYS down for writing friendship fluff. these two are so delightful to work with, so i hope this suffices!

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"Okay, a little higher! Good! Now, left, left, leftleftleftleftleft too far! A little more to the right, aaand… perfect!"

The summers in the Glade of Dreams were a time of plenty, with blooming flowers, flourishing greenery, and the trees all but bending under the weight of the produce they bore. Berries clustered together on the vine, little jewels in the daylight awaiting the brief harvest of those passing through. The weather was flawless for a few hours of picking berries; bright skies, warm sun, and cool breezes that passed through the shadows of the jungle canopy.

It was well known, however, that the most tender and delicious fruit waited at the very top of the trees, where the sun was strong but speckled through the leaves. Succulent and ripe, they surrendered easily to teeth and burst with flavor on the tongue. The only trick was learning how to get up there. Alas, it was a trick few knew. They contented themselves, then, to wait for the load to get too heavy on the branches and fall to the floor, where they were turned into pies, tarts, juices, and other treats.

Rayman was one of the lucky few who did know the ways up. To do that, however, he needed an assistant to help him climb and a friend to share the spoils with.

"Hey, Rayman?" Globox said, trying to both hold the thingamajig's feet steady and shuffle to the perfect picking spot. "I don't wanna be rude or anything, but do you think maybe we could hurry this up a little? My face feels squished."

"It's just for a little longer!" the limbless promised, swaying on Globox's lip, floating hands straining to reach for the closest branch to start the trek up. "Once I get up there, I'll drop the berries down, then you can catch them in the baskets."

The thought of food put the frog's complaints to rest as he straightened. "Can I eat the first one?"

"Sure, if you want. You have to take the skin off, first, though."

An attempted grab at the branch resulted in a miss. He had to readjust.

"Rayman?"

"Yeah?"

"What's so special about these berries, anyway? I mean, can't we just wait until it falls?"

"They're not just any berries, Globox, they're — oh, maybe move forward a little more — thanks — they're whiplicks!"

"Lick-whip-what?"

"Whiplicks!" The floating hand strained up again, fingertips grazing the bark. Rayman wobbled on his perch, hands out, and centered himself. "Need to get higher — Ly told me about them. They only grow once every few years, and the perfect time to harvest them is right before midsummer."

Globox grappled his sneakers in a new hold. "Huh. Are they any good?"

"I don't know, I've never had them. But supposedly, once you peel the hard part away, the insides taste like melted chocolate."

"Oooooh! Scrummy!"

"Yeah, it sounds neat, and —" Rayman stopped. The floating hands returned to his sides as he turned back to the frog with a raised brow. "Wait, what?"

"What is it?"

"What did you just say?"

"Uh," Globox blinked, one eye after the other. "Scrummy? Why, did I say something wrong?"

"What? No," Rayman shook his head, face scrunched in confusion. "It's just that — Globox, is that even a real word?"

"Sure it is! I read it myself!"

Confusion slid into suspicion. "… Where?"

"In a dictionary."

"Which one?"

"Oh. I don't know, any one. Is there even more than one kind of dictionary?"

"Maybe? But in any case, I'm almost positive that's not a word."

"Scrummy's a real word!"

Rayman's suspicion melted in the presence of their usual banter, and a smile crept onto his face. He shook his head with a laugh. "No, it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"Alright then, smart guy, where in the dictionary does it say that?"

"Under the 'S', where it always is!"

"Since when?!"

"Since forever, probably!" Ahhh, there it was; Globox's smile in kind. That's what confirmed it in Rayman's head that he knew they were teasing. "And the way I learned it, you wanna know? Lila's getting to be real big — you know her, the one who makes you read those stories with all the nice pictures?"

"Yeah, I remember her. Nice kid."

"Well recently, she's been reading words, real words, all by herself! And she likes it a lot. So me and Uglette got her a few easy books to go through, and when she doesn't know what a word means, we look it up together!"

Looking back, Rayman could confirm that yes, his heart might have melted at the image of Globox being a loving father, but that still didn't mean he was wrong about this being an illegitimate string of letters. "Alright, fine. If you really did look it up, what does it mean?"

"Oh, that's easy. It means tasty! Delicious! You know, when you eat something good. It rhymes with 'yummy', after all."

"Then what not say that?"

"What, yummy?"

"Yeah!"

"Gosh, I dunno. Why does anyone say anything?"

… Huh. Why do people say anything, really? Ly could probably find some truth in that, if he remembered to repeat it to her.

"I guess," Globox shrugged, making Rayman sway on his feet, as he smiled once more, "maybe it's to make it sound more appetizing?"

"Globox, no offense, but that's the least appetizing word I've ever heard — scrummy? Seriously?"

"What's wrong with scrummy?"

"It doesn't even sound like a word anymore!"

"Yeah, because you keep repeating it!"

"Me?!" Rayman's cheeks burned from grinning so much. "You're the one who keeps saying it! And anyway, what isn't wrong with it? It sounds exactly like another, even better word, doesn't sound appealing at all, and doesn't even feel like an actual —"

"Hey, Rayman?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk about this a little later? My arms are getting tired."

It was then that the limbless realized he was still balanced atop his friend, with no fruit to show for his efforts.

"Oh," he blinked, large grin shriveling into a sheepish half-smile. "Sorry! Maybe… I can try jumping up instead? Count of three!"

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

When the sun fell and evening arose, and the berries were reached, picked, washed, peeled, and taste-tested for chocolatey perfection — and found to be true — Globox brought Rayman to his house and had Lila show him a certain term in the 'S' section of the dictionary. Rayman studied it with a shrewd eye, burned red, and admitted, in the face of the blue frog's triumph, that perhaps he needed to read a little more. Lila was all too happy to assist in the matter.

Father, daughter, and thingamajig sat in a circle, the youngest reading aloud to them as best she could between bites of — as they all agreed — positively scrummy whiplick berries.

[dreamcarnivaldoll]

✨Angelic Pretty Sweet Themes Zodiac✨

This is just for fun!

Do you think you could build a wardrobe on your theme? Do you have a favourite dress or a dream dress in your zodiac theme?

All stock photos from Angelic Pretty!

Aries - Baked Goods ♈️

- Wonder Cookie

- Toy’s Donut Diner

- Decoration Dream

- Sugar Fairy Cake

Taurus - Circus ♉️

- Starry Night Theater

- Cirque du L’Étoile

- Fantasy Theater

- Magical Etoile

Gemini -Bunnies ♊️

- Bunny Picnic Party

- Marshmallow Bunny

- Cherry Berry Bunny

- Happy Garden

Cancer - Aquatic ♋️

- Jewel Marine

- Marine Kingdom

- Dream Marine

- Aquarium Carnival

Leo - Kitties ♌️

- Magical Milk Cat

- Princess Cat

- Cats Tea Party

- Dolly Cat

Virgo - Strawberry Whip ♍️

- Strawberry Whip

- Triple Tart

- Melty Berry Princess

- Milky Berry

Libra - Celestial ♎️

- Dreamy Planetarium

- Dream Sky

- Cosmic

- Misty Sky

Scorpio - Chocolate ♏️

- Chocolate Quartet

- Melty Ribbon Chocolate

- Melty Chocolate

- Chess Chocolate

Sagittarius - Carousel ♐️

- Eternal Carnival

- Crystal Dream Carnival

- Day Dream Carnival

- Sugary Carnival

Capricorn - Floral ♑️

- Romantic Rose Letter

- Sugar Pansy

- Sweet Lacy Basket

- Dramatic Rose

Aquarius - Toys ♒️

- Melody Toys

- Dreamy Baby Room

- Toy Fantasy

- Toy Doll Box

Pisces - Sweet Treats ♓️

- Milky Planet

- Jewelry Jelly

- Candy Treat

- Fruits Parlour

[alien--boyyy]

Tart Berry Basket

[regalxpoise]

closed starter for @traegedys, @steelfyre, @sacrificeds

The noise of the festivities remained subdued behind the Hatchling of Castamere; who instead found interest among the various trees and bushes of berries. Aelora knelt carefully amongst the rows, plucking the best raspberries, gooseberries, and blackberries her violet gaze could find. Her dark green dress blending in with the thickets of leaves, while her Targaryen silver hair set her apart like a lone star in the night sky.

 As she filled the wicker basket one of the servants at the outdoor kitchens had provided her, she imagined the sweet and flaky taste of jam tarts so vividly it made her stomach grumble. She was guilty, as a child, of stealing more jam tarts than what was properly divided amongst whatever siblings happened to be in residence at the time. Aelora didn’t know what they were making in the kitchens with all this fresh fruit, but she was determined (if it happened to be jam tarts) to be more diplomatic in sharing dessert this time.

“Ouch-!” A sharp pinch from a blackberry bush made her recoil and she squinted at the droplet of blood that appeared, quickly wiping at the skirt of her dress and squeezing till her knuckles turned white, “Damn thorns…” Aelora murmured, wondering why only the blackberries were clever enough to armour themselves from hungry passersby.

[xxlordalexanderxx]

"Happy Wintertide Alex!" Terrance held out a basket of treats he'd made at home for him. "Oh and Spring wanted me to give you this, she made it herself out of her wool... Its supposed to be a necklace but I think it would probably fit around your wrist..." It was woven wool with beads made from painted pebbles and wood hanging from it.

"Hello Terry~! Happy Wintertide indeed, these are for me?"💖

His tail wags mirthfully as he's presented with such wonderful gifts. The treats smelled absolutely ambrosial and the bracelet delights him to no end. He carefully shimmies it around his wrist and poshly looks about it as if he's just received a bracelet of pearls.

"Thank you so much Terry, tell Spring I said I love it 💕 I do believe I'd like to share a little treat of my own. You've come at a most fortuitous time~!"

He leaves for a moment, taking his gifts in the back before returning with a large wicker basket, still warm with sweet aromatics wafting through the fibers.

" I don't bake much, but I know an old recipe for jelly tarts I once observed from my own mother, made with wild thronvine berries~ Worthy of a proper food trade yes?"