#thank you for the ask Coffee <3

[br-disaster]

hit me with wolfsang and vampjue though, i know you’ve mentioned it in dms but i’d be happy to hear a bit more about it and have a snip if you’ve got one 👀💖

This one is an old idea that will finally become a coherent story for Niecest weekend <3

Both Nies grow apart and get turned into a vampire and a werewolf as a way of saving their lives, but they take those changes very differently. They only learn about each other's transformation after a few years and try to navigate that as well as their relationship (which may seem less complicated now that they're no longer human)

Now a little snippet:

Nie Mingjue shifted on his seat again. He was starting to think it was all a very bad idea. The night was cold, and that would hopefully keep people from wondering about his hands. The warm lights of the restaurant could also help with his complexion, or so he hoped. He hadn’t fed, couldn't bring himself to do it, and it made everything harder to conceal.

He chose the outdoor seats despite the weather, so he could see Huaisang when he approached the place, and then they could decide whether to go inside or not. Huaisang didn’t do well in cold weather, but they haven’t seen each other in five years and Mingjue thought it would be better if he could talk to him outside first, where there weren’t many people around.

It wouldn’t be good to risk people seeing his damned bloody tears.

He pretended to drink from a glass of wine when a familiar figure appeared on the other side of the street, and all the doubt about recognizing his didi went away as he watched the smaller man waiting for the traffic light to turn red.

Mingjue waved and Huaisang smiled. He wasn’t buried in as many clothes as he used to, but Mingjue didn’t really know where his brother had been the past few years and he supposed he could have moved somewhere colder.

But as the younger Nie got closer, the sweet smile on his face faltered and his nose did something strange. 

He couldn’t know. 

Nobody did, not even the people in his building had suspicions about Nie Mingjue’s condition. There was no way Huaisang noticed something this far away from him.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Saw this meme this morning, and IMMEDIATELY had the idea for this artwork, because dear Gods, I just couldn't help myself.

I just imagined *immidiately* Jacob whisking Dorothea away somewhere in Cania, hoping to be able to persuade her to finally give in to her desire and sign the godforsaken contract. (my poor girl cannot have picnic by herself fml, that Jacob is always around lol)

BUT HE FORGOT ABOUT HIS NOSY SIBLINGS LOLOLOLOL

Like, I imagine that they all know the fixation he has for that cleric of his, and they KNOW that he was bound, sooner or later, to bring her to Cania.

And THEY WERE THERE WAITING, RUINING HIS GAME LOLOL.

Poor Dorothea has NO IDEA what she got herself into.

AND THE THING, SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW THE HECK IT HAPPENED.

Because differently from Aranea, she didn't summon any fiend. He just stumble onto her while gallivating all over Faerun, and felt attracted to her.

But just like daddy dearest, once a Son or Daughter of Mephistopheles got their eyes on their prize and obsession, they won't let go, no matter how much the other party actually reciprocate their feelings (and this is for good or worse lol).

gods, I am having so much fun with this. I cannot wait to work some more on this (but now I seriously need to draw some smutty Mephistea because I NEED IT. Tomorrow. lolol)

I had much fun working on this today <3

I hope you will like this, just as much as I love working on it!

--Nemo

[chimerahyperfix]

You’re looking for something— no, someone, too, aren’t you?

(I can’t comprehend how you understand what’s going on, with your lifeless shell. Craft as you are.)

[theholmwoodfoundation]

How does each character take their coffee/tea?

Maddie: Tea - Decaf only - milk, one sugar. Occasionally likes a good herbal tea. Coffee - coffee latte

Jeremy: No tea, coffee must be the worst instant coffee he can get his hands on. No milk.

Arthur: Weak Tea. No sugar. Coffee only when pulling an all-nighter down in the archives.

Henri: Chai lattes, speciality teas and coffees. She likes to experiment with different seasonal flavours.

Tom: Builder’s tea, milk and two sugars. Coffee - as sweet as possible. Cream and caramel syrup. Basically, coffee shouldn’t ever taste like coffee.

Jonny 3: Only the best coffee beans, black as the Deepest Night.

[effervescentdragon]

Can you do the Energy Alignment Chart that you did for F1 drivers, for football pundits and personalities??

(Just some suggestions, but please pick and swap as you wish!) GNev, Carra, Micah, Roy, Wrighty, Jill Scott, Jamie Redknapp, Gary Lineker, Alan Shearer, Graeme Souness, Thierry Henry, Dave Jones, Kate Abdo

ANYTHING FOR YOU! 💞

redknapp would go into dumb hoe category and lineker would go into sad category just bcs he played for spurs and everton, which is pretty sad imnsho, but i couldn't fit them in because this is pretty perfect tbh since carraville are together. jill has the biggest dick out of them all and kate is between big dick and big bitch bcs i am right 😹✌🏻

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

WEIRD ASK WEDNESDAYS™

I'm back with another question. I hope you doing well.

In your opinion what kind of cake is the best kind of cake? And why? You can show pictures for reference if you want.

-xoxo

this one specific cake a friend gifted me several birthdays ago. it had this fluffy, spongy, angelfoodesque body, but with mini chocolate chips baked in. i do not know how she did it and have not had one before or since.

also--any bundt cake with a boozy glaze. chocolate kahlua cake. glazed double rum cake. amaretto almond cake. god damn, when the sugared-up liquor soaks into the cake and makes this dense, frosty shell on the outside… glazed cakes are the fucking bomb dude.

[ben-man]

Please tell me more about fat Light. I’m so curious

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM TO TALK ABOUT THIS I am quite literally physically vibrating. I grew up fat and remain fat so please for the love of fuck nobody be rude about me being just unfiltered about this.

Light Yagami is so obsessed with his exterior shell. His like beautiful ornate carapace. His mask. He's obsessed with his image, and a huge reason for this is his fathers position in society and being the perfect son to make his family proud and the fact that he is empty. There is a certain type of childhood where you grow up with a pit in your gut and anger in your heart and no reasonable place to put it or explanation for why you feel that way.

He is a young boy given the power to kill people, and an unnatural boredom borne of his privilege, nature, and power. He's unchallenged by school, he finds no connection in those around him, the distance between him and his family may as well be a chasm. There is no 'real' Light Yagami you will find under that flesh he cloaks himself in (because he doesn't even know who he is himself, he never got the opportunity to.)

I write this fairly often but I hate the characterization where Light is written as if Light and Kira are two different people. Kira is a young boys realization that if he acts sweet and remorseful enough he can get away with breaking other kids toys. It's the fucking feeling in the air when someone's position gives them the power to do whatever bloody cruel thing they want. Kira is a round-faced boy with a terrible weapon to kill. Many people forget that when Light first killed someone (in the manga) he basically cowered under his bedsheets for an entire night. He is bored, and he is empty, and to him excitement and feeling comes when he is so nervous he feels bile in his mouth.

In my mind he grows up fat, he's a pudgy fucking kid. And you know when you're young and fat and you are meant to be fingerpainting you crawl up that step stool and look in the mirror wondering why your soft, fat, unmanageable body doesn't look good enough.

And when you become an adult, for some the doorway to changing your body opens. It can fucking eat you whole man! And I write Light Yagami with these issues and interpret him as having a fuck ton of internalized fatphobia and body image issues, and now he's thin, unhealthily so. I usually write him struggling with eating.

When I do write him having the happy ending he doesn't deserve, I write him gaining weight as a good thing, and that means a lot to me! Internalized fatphobia makes you bitter and cruel not just to yourself but to others. He gets a very prominent double chin and gets larger gradually as he ages I think.

Also my friend @kattidiot wrote a BEAUTIFUL (unpublished) Light Yagami drabble about him being a child and crushing ants and his mother teaching him to bake so he directs that energy not toward covering his fingers in bug guts and he's looking back on that childhood and describes his fat little boy hands and how he doesn't want to add too much butter or sugar and so it always comes out wrong and his cruel perspective on his own baby-faced self is like so well written its like electric.

Anyway yeah diversity win the deranged mass murderer is fat.

[coffee-dere]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💜🌟

Oh, gosh- Sorry anon I forgot to answer this before!! Thank you :))

[rosylamb]

Happy Birthday beautiful! How old are you today?

Sweet friend .˳·˖ ♡ 🌸 !

This is for me? Really ??

Eee . . you’re so nice !!

That you took the time to wish me a Happy Birthday really brightens my day, and makes me wish I could give you a hug ♡ ♡

Thank you for thinking of me & for the Birthday greeting !!

I am old enough to drink legally! Not that this makes much of a difference since I don’t drink alcohol :’)

(It tastes bad, and I only know this as my uncle gave me a sip when I was little once, and I spat it out at him accidentally . . then I started crying cus it tasted so awful ;-; That and I just do not drink !!)

My favorite thing to drink instead is strawberry lemonade! Would you like some ?? I can share mine, and one of my cupcakes with you !! ♡

Sending hugs, love, and wishing you an *abundance* of blessings today! Please take care, and all the best to you ~ !!

♡ 🤍 ⊹

⊹ 🧁 ˚ . 🌸 * ⊹ 🤍

♡ ･ ｡ ⊹

⊹ 🌸 * XOXO ･｡ 🧁 ⊹

[br-disaster]

i would like to know about so are we roommates now? please!

It's the one I couldn't finish for (neither T^T) niecest weekend. Supernatural enthusiast college student nie huaisang meets a very dead nie mingjue!

here's a snippet:

“You’re not a ghost, a-are you?”, Huaisang asked the stranger, the creature in his living room. There were tiny pieces of glass all over him, yet he didn’t move.

“H-Hu..”, the creature tried, “Hua-”. There was something oddly familiar about it. “...Huai..Sang..”, he managed in the end.

“H-how do you know my name?”, it was terrifying. It was the best fucking day of his entire life.

“H-Huai…Sang”, he said again and promptly collapsed on the floor.

Only then Huaisang approached, careful to avoid the glass.

He reached for the arm that was closer to him with hesitation. It was cold to the touch, but undoubtedly real. It wasn’t a ghost that followed him home after all, it was a walking corpse.

He thought those only existed in legends or novels, yet he had one right here, one that could walk and climb walls and break into people’s homes. One that knew his name! One that seemed a bit out of it in the moment. 

He really hoped he wasn’t dead dead, but it was hard to tell. 

[inardescere]

oh? is the house... clean? books put away? well, that's a first. it's almost like alhaitham has been waiting for the architect's return because, as soon as he opens that door, the scribe is standing up from his spot on the divan and practically pushing him out onto the porch. “let's go eat,” he says, which ends up being an excuse for kaveh to pick his favorite restaurant, and for alhaitham to foot the bill. somewhere, in the calm and kind gesture, he'll make a small quip about how wisdom doesn't come with age, but we all know what he means.

“happy birthday kaveh.”

and that's all it needed to be.

He takes a step, then puts another foot in front of the other, steps heavy.

Exhaustion riddles his body, an ache in his shoulders from carrying weights of papers and wood, no matter that Mehrak had been sharing half the burden. Ideas and sketches kept his mind and hand busy all morning, meetings and work had him running north and east, south and west all afternoon. The ache in his forearm is given a little massage, fingers flexing with each step to work out the cranks from gripping all day.

On his way... home, as the darkness started clawing at the edges of his mind, he had met the traveler. A short conversation and a small gift, and the busy girl was on her way once more, her little companion's voice ringing through the wooden lands for seconds more.

But her words...

They rang in his head as he strode past the last few miles and he turns the key to pass through the front door, lashes lowering as he walked a few steps in, fingers hooking on his sandals even as he greets the other sitting leisurely in the living room. "I'm home," he calls, only for his hand to be snapped back up, stumbling a few steps with an angry cry as he's pushed out of the house immediately after reaching his haven. There was nearly a protest until he heard of food and his stomach grumbled, begging. So, of course, it was Alhaitham's treat, mischief in his eyes and lips curled as he pointed the way to his favorite pub.

Baked fish, creamy nuts, crispy batter with minty sauce, Kaveh moans at the taste after a hard day at work, leaning back into his chair with a drink in one hand, the other pinching said fried dough filled to the brim with diced ingredients between lithe fingers. He hums through the tang of mint, crimson eyes narrowed with a complaint back at the quip to his age. The easy sort of anger, the comforting sort of rage to ignore the claws he drags.

Annoyance, a reminder, as time ticks far too fast, a crushing realization that he's only a few years younger than him.

"Happy birthday Kaveh."

Silently, he sips on his wine, peering above the rim of his goblet at the cool teal eyes, his own a mask of neutrality placed on tightly. Golden strands of hair danced in the vision of his mind, her laugh soft as she copied his words from his wishes to her the year before.

'You told me last year; It's one of those days in the year that gets you thinking about your family.' Hands twisting, a jut of her head, and his throat dries, wondering for a split second if he was being mocked. But no, although there was a hint of envy, a familiar sadness reflected as she spoke, it is understanding, and genuine happiness for him as she continues.

'But you have someone at home this year, don't you?'

... ...

"Yeah," his breathy reply as the void in his chest fills a drop, expression softer as he lowers his goblet, swirling it once, twice, aerating it with graceful motions. Who was he answering to? He chuckles to himself through the bubbly haze and he nods. Thank you, it's too hard to give those words lightly, too heavy on his tongue, so very loaded. He might have mouthed it, lips moving, but his voice and heart stay stuck in his chest. Instead, the sentiment is engrained in the way he lifts his glass towards Alhaitham, urging for a toast.

To his 30th birthday.

[daydreamingmiller]

need a federal investigation into why basic decency is so difficult for some people. just like bare bones politeness. why do some people struggle SO badly.

[yugocar]

You seem like such a cool person with a lot of kindness and compassion. I think you would be an excellent person to see a bittersweet Japanese movie with and afterwards we would get coffee and split a pastry and discuss the representation of grief in film and when the pastry was finished we would get a second pastry

oh my god anon what the hell 🥹 this is one of the sweetest things anyone has said about me. that literally sounds like a perfect to me, you got it spot on!

[someone-you-do-not-know]

🧑‍🦰and 🤔 for Denmark!

🎶and 💓 for Spamano

🤡 for Romano only :)))

Aaaaaa, thank you!!!! :D :D :D

Denmark: 🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself? Cut it? For sure. So many times. Sometimes while high on mushroom during the Viking age (you can imagine the hilarious result), at other times while being a depresso-espresso after Norway left in the 1800’s (not as fun a result). I think he would probably have dyed his hair during the 1960’s or 1980’s, probably dying it red or the fakest bottle blonde you can imagine (he’s blonde, yes, that’s not gonna stop him), but I don’t think he liked the result much. Sometimes, natural is best.

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand? Honestly, so many things– 😂😂😂 He can be a bit of an idiot. I have so many serious things and topics that he just. Wouldn’t get. Ever. But. Let’s keep it fun and lighthearted. It is Hetalia after all. Denmark would never understand the art of coffee. The man (nation) doesn’t get the difference between instant coffee and espresso etc. He is addicted to it though. Puts a bit of milk in it too.

Spamano: 🎶 - What’s a song they really like? Since this is for the ship, I’m interpreting it as a song they both like. Their song. The song that is actually their song is probably some folk song from the 1500’s, but they have accepted it’s never going to be played at the clubs no matter how much Spain requests it. Romano would go with a Måneskin song, but Spain literally cannot stop blasting Dos Oruguitas from Encanto, and Romano has begrudgingly accepted that he also likes it.

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? In this dissertation, I will… All the small signs will literally take me several hundreds of thousands of words, and this is why we write fanfiction, right? Right? Just gonna mention some of my favourites instead.  Gift giving. Both of them love giving gifts and seeing the other one’s face light up with joy from getting just the right gift. They have some particular gifts between them that’s just running gags – anything Ferrari related for Romano, stupid shirts for Spain, anything tomato themed for both of them (of course). Another one is a loving silence. Both of them can be kind of loudmouths (Spain in general, Romano when he’s mad), but they don’t really talk over each other that much, especially not when it’s just the two of them. A conversation can be like a dance, and they have mastered that art (I know you know what I mean). Spain can be quiet and just listen to Romano for hours, and Romano can pause in the middle of an angry tirade if he can see it’s starting to get on Spain’s bad side and let Spain talk. Both of them have a tendency to just look at each other silently. They actually invented long, loving gazes, and America took the idea to Hollywood who didn’t quite get it right. One of the silliest things Romano will do for someone he’s fallen for (Spain) is that he will recite poetry to them – even poems he’s composed himself. He doesn’t care that it’s not modern, and Spain loves it (like that voice obsessed idiot he is). Spain will show up unexpectedly on the doorstep of the one he’s in love with (Romano), which would annoy Romano if it was anyone else. It still does annoy him a little bit, but Spain usually has the best timing and shows up when he was starting to miss him, so Romano can’t really be too angry about it. 

Romano only: 🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? SPAin–  … I’m sorry. But it’s also a little true. I want to write a serious answer, but now I’m just making myself crack up, because I think I’m funny.

[mxlooker]

What kind of thing do you think Looker would you on your anniversary? :0 would he take you out on a fancy date? or give you gifts? or would he just give you all his love and affection for the entire day :)

ily anon <3 thank you.

he's told me he's saving up for a fancy date for our 5th annivesary so :o looking forward to that!!

this year he ended up taking the day off from work and just... spending time with me. we usually try and go out and do something, even if it's small, but i don't have the spoons ;w; so we've been cuddling with movies on in the background as we hang out. we got take-out for lunch and otherwise have been relaxing. maybe we'll get something special for dessert tonight !!