#thank you honey panettone

[darlingpwease]

you have this skill of getting stuck in people's heads

ME?!! Ur so slick, so sweet <333 you do 2 tho!!

It's amazing honestly, I still remember some of ur works from when I first followed you almost a year ago now (not in a creepy way tho I swear i remember stories well not saying urs arent memorable tho ur really good amazing like woah i wish i had ur talent cuz omgomg woAHHH so good like u do amazing everytime fr)

GENIUS, ur so great omgomg- I can't wait for those works!! They're gonna be amazing, I know it I know it

-panna cotta

Nah because same here, I used to not really get it but I read a work of one of my favorite characters and- BOOM- I don't think I can crawl out this hole anymore lmao :'))

Pretty pretty househusband Yuuta who waits patiently impatiently for you to come home, you work so hard, so he does his best to help you relieve all ur stress for being so good <33

When ur sososo deep that he goes insane, when you kiss him so sloppily he feels like he's happily drowning, when ur filling him up soso full that he cums from that alone

Maybe hybrid!Yuuta who goes into heat and does anything to keep you inside, to have you keep filling him up until all the cum inside him gets all frothy(?) as you keep thrusting and filling him, trying to push all of it back inside as he cries and begs you to just keep stuffin him

Having him put a plug in to keep him full with you when he goes out sometimes. And if u stuff him too full some days, he can feel it still drip down his thighs.

Or maybe Yuuta with a wolf!hybrid reader who won't stop pounding him, won't stop for days when in heat- even if he says for you to slow, when u do he begs for you to speed up, to go harder, give him more moremore- when you bite him all over to mark him as yours as you just keep going. Even if the poor baby has passed out, he just feel so good that you keep lazily thrusting into him, pressing kisses against his skin, nibbling every once in a while too, ah, such a lovable thing <33

(rp kinda thing here with pregnancy in case that's uncomfy vvv)

Oh! Or maybe feminizing Yuuta, helping him wear such adorable skirts and lovely thigh highs as u playfully tease him that you'll impregnate him if you cum inside him, stuff his lil womb full, only for him to plead for you to do that- ohgodpleasedothat-

He's such a pretty boy who's so great in everything <333

'not in a creepy way' </33333 I beg you, let's talk without these difficulties, honey. you and I are wise enough people to understand that you can't be creepy <3 if you said you don't remember any of my stories, — even though we've known each other for so long, — I'd be more offended; but I'm flattered that some left an imprint in your memory, it's so adorable <333 and how can you call me 'sweet" after that, I don't understand; look how polite and respectful you are, even though you were so teasing before <3333 'had ur talent' still the same smooth talker, still perfectly finding ways to get into people's hearts </3333 /pos /hj

cw unhealthy behaviour, househusband kink, hypersexuality, unprotected sex / breeding, elements of free use, praise (g.), fingering (g.), worshipping (r.), oral sex (r.)

When you wake up, he's already on his feet, cooking your food and preparing dinner (after all, he quickly learns your preferences and is always eager to please you), enthusiastically kissing you chaste on the cheek, almost singing when you put your arm around his waist behind, letting him finish things — and gently lifting his apron, baring thighs, kissing his skin while he cries out in surprise, trying to lower apron (even if his movements are awkward, without real attempts to resist you), but gives up when you say that you miss him, and you just want to thank your husband for how hardworking he is, so handsome and gentle, so eager to please you...

... Yuuta just misses you so much, wandering around but not finding anything that could make him stop thinking about you, even if he can do anything — but he is too eager for you and feels disappointed when he can't see you or hear your voice for a long time, even if tries to distract himself with household chores, knowing that you will be happy and praise him when you return.

You promise to come back early when leave, and even give an approximate time, but Yuuta can't help but hope that you will arrive early, almost watching at the door for you, glancing at the clock, not understanding what to do — when you were here, he could snuggle up to your hip or convince you to cuddle with him, or read a book while hearing you do things, or when you persuaded him to just sit with you, hugging his thin waist.

But when you're not there?

He's suffocatingly lonely.

Loyally waiting for you at the door, almost wagging his metaphorical tail, clutching light clothes, putting himself in order to look as good as possible when you return; when Yuuta hears you rustle the key, he is ready to unlock the door himself and pounce on you in delight, but too shy and not sure if such behavior will be considered by you as adequate — you did not particularly like his attempts to get out without permission — and correct, so he can only blush with delight, impatiently counting seconds when you open the door and return home — to immediately grab you and kiss, hurriedly undressing <3

Yuuta, who purrs about how glad he is to see you and that he has prepared your favorite dishes (maybe made a warm bath for you, wants to do a massage for you, or just cuddle after dinner — whatever you want), kissing your face and enthusiastically wrapping arms around, clinging like a puppy, looking for attention and a way to please you. He's not the kind of guy who has, hm, curvy shapes, but he can always make you feel thirsty — maybe it's because of how much he tries to attract you, giving you a view of everything you want, with that cutout on his clothes or an almost completely naked body, quietly asking what he can do for you, and even if you see a bashful blush on his cheek and ears from realizing how he looks, Yuuta still tries to be seductive.

It's not even your fault that you breed him anywhere, taking care that Yuuta is always soft and warm, whines your name and babbles how good he feels when you fill him up, that it's too good, that he's too close when his body hurts from your constant touches; even when you're not in the mood, you always find a way to make him cum "for what a good husband he is" by pinning him to the table while making squirm on your fingers, or during make out, rubbing and snuggling up to him — Yuuta is so tense and excited that almost immediately experiences climax, frantically clinging to you and crying while you continue rubbing, even more excited by his reaction to you.

Yuuta, who loves when you make him choke, pushing him beyond limits, using his mouth for your pleasure — hot, wet, always ready for you, whining when you grab his hair, but from pleasure, not from pain, even when it's too much for him. His body is almost a toy, and Yuuta only indulges this feeling, letting you touch him at any moment and sweetly calling you when you fill him with one push, as if trying to make sure that only you exist for him and he can only think about you, no one else, — and Yuuta agrees, whining your name and begging you not to let him go, saying how he loves you even when you squeeze his hands behind his back, using his needy body. When you tell him that it is his duty as a good husband to satisfy you and be always ready for you, and although this is only teasing, Yuuta understands it too literally, suggesting that if you are not completely satisfied, regularly give you oral in the morning and lick until you cum, so long as you don't feel unsatisfied with him; trying to always be ready for you, getting to the point that he is almost always a little aroused just so that you can always offer him privacy.

Yuuta, who locks you inside, not letting you get out of him during your orgasm, filling him, forcing you to dive as deep as possible, almost making him suffocate from proximity and depth, excessively fondling his painfully sensitive body to such a state that he did not even understand at what point you just began to lie, waiting when he will come to his senses,,,,, Yuuta, who one day is very quiet, even if you don't stop breeding his sticky, hot body, and you are afraid that you are doing something wrong — only to find out that he just wants to hear your sounds.

It's just that Yuuta in an apron rides you as a morning exercise and getting rid of stress just so that you go to work satisfied and pleasantly tired <3

yuuta who,,,, brainwashes himself,,,,,,, and wants to be your best husband — only to snap at anyone who tries to pull him out of this idyll. maybe you too often brought him to the point of breaking his mind, talking about what a good husband he is and how it suits him to be so beautiful and gentle and yours while forcing him to cum again and again, or denying his orgasm over and over again, cooling down only to reheat, that at some point he did not sees no other meaning than to become everything for you and for you to become everything for him, if he cannot be without you </333 you are the only ones who can make him feel like this — so complete, whole, finished.

cw1 unhealthy behaviour, mating season, consensual noncon (CNC), unprotected sex / breeding, sex toys, implied cum inflation (g.), fingering (g.)

Yuuta is so hot — so much so that you feel pressed against the stove when squeeze his thin hips, digging nails into the easily blushing skin while he moans, burying his face in the pillow, almost tearing it when you push especially hard, touching exactly those spot from which he can't help but arch back, pushing hips back. When he wraps his flexible long tail around you, blocking you in place when you cum, having no way other than to breed him, filling him up, — irritably biting his shoulders and neck when Yuuta whines with pain and pleasure, helping you to bend his stomach down, lifting his hips high enough so that you can easily push inside, fucking his exhausted and needy body even more, sticky with sweat and cum, almost soaked in you and still unsatisfied — just like you, as if you drink from a source and cannot satisfy thirst, but only crave more.

Even when Yuuta whines that his whole body hurts, as soon as you stop — he whines that he is too empty and abandoned and that you should continue, without ceasing to whine until you bury his head in a pillow during a new orgasm, pushing your body beyond possible limits but continuing, echoing his pleas and indulging requests to be rougher when you scratch his skin, grab his hair, bite his shoulder, spank him — just to hear his happy purring when Yuuta can't even move, lying with his thighs spread and sticky, smelling you, able only to purr and whine softly while you breed him.

(yuuta, who is lying on his stomach, unable to even move his tail, happily purring while your cum & precum flows from him,,,, when you push fingers inside, stretching him even more and forcing cum to flow out, getting only his disappointed whine </3)

Yuuta is just so empty when you are not inside him, do not fill him, do not stay inside him until he loses consciousness, being bred to such a state that his body remembers you, knowing how to squeeze better so that you fill him up faster, wanting only to use him until he can no longer resist you in any way other than to relax and let you fuck him, and use various ways to deceive his body, leaving a hot feeling of your recent presence with the help of toys, hoping that his body will not become even more dependent on you because of this constant feeling of closeness and fullness, as if it is enough to slightly push the plug so that everything flows out of him — only so that you continue to breed him, apologizing on that you haven't been inside for so long and treated his need for you so rudely.

When he drool, scratching you while you fuck him, making the remaining cum flow out of him, teasing how he can't be without you, so desperate — and when you want to move away only to find yourself firmly locked and filling his stomach again while he squirms, not expecting such movements from himself and being not ready for it, again humiliatingly cumming from the fact that you just pushed inside.

Yuuta, who whines your name and repeats 'pleasepleasepleaseplease' when you fuck him so hard, grabbing his thin waist, as if you really want to bred him, and Yuuta is so ashamed that he makes these wet sounds, continuously moaning and whining, not shutting up, being unable to even stop rolling his eyes from pleasure, continuously trembling while you continue, whispering something through his veil of pleasure — but he only wants you to make him wet, hot, marked, yours, using him in the most humiliating ways and never leaving him after that.

cw2 unhealthy behaviour, xenophilia, somnophilia, consensual noncon (CNC), knotting (g.), worshipping (r.)

When Yuuta lies defenseless in front of you, so open and vulnerable, blissfully clinging to you while you slowly thrust into him, making him to whine and moan through his sleep, teasing him and playing at a slow pace until you feel hard again; when he is too exhausted to be conscious, but lets you do whatever you want with his body while you hold him in your arms as the most precious thing you have.

Yuuta who,,,,,,,

,,,,,

Yuuta who whines, trying to make a semblance of a bark when you feel wild, roughly grabbing his hips and taking him from behind, leaving marks on his body while he drooling, making "woof" when you push; encouraging you to treat him as an equal of you and not feel sorry for him, — but he's not sure he can stand it when almost suffocating from the intensity, being tightly pressed and roughly bred, considered by you as a pretty enough mate to knot him. His belly, slightly rounded from how often you fill him while his cum and precum soaks the sheets, — but he still whines when you fall off, burrow your nose into his hair, and tries to give back; lifting his leg for deeper thrusts, as if trying to break him, but Yuuta only moans enthusiastically, being again and again trembling during a new orgasm while you knot him, filling him to such an extent that he has stars in front of his eyes.

Yuuta who expected this, but when you make him to ride you, hammering into his weakened, soaked body from below, he can no longer think about whether looks humiliating or not, longing only for you not to stop anymore, moving from the point of "too much" to "too little", pushing towards and clinging to you when it becomes too much for him, even if it's not enough, too little, his body is so sensitive and vulnerable, so open, and he wants you to continue pushing and filling into him like addicts, even if he won't be able to bring his legs together for a while afterwards — even if he can only stick out his tongue like a dog, not being able to moan a weak "woof" but breathing heavily, when you cum into him for the last time.

Yuuta, wet and sticky, so feverishly ruddy and hot, almost immediately falling asleep, being pressed against your body, even when you have not yet left his body </333 Yuuta, from whom your cum flows, but he doesn't have the strength to get up and go to the shower or wipe himself, shamelessly enjoying the warmth and stickiness, smokily realizing how messy he should look in front of you,,,,,,

cw unhealthy behaviour, feminine clothing, heavy feminization (skirts, thigh highs, language), unprotected sex / breeding, pregnancy themes, praise (g.), worshipping (r.)

A pretty skirt, pleasantly lying on the skin, almost flowing from a fleeting movement when you put hand on his thigh, shifting the fabric to the side, gradually lifting it higher and higher, stroking his cold skin, — but making him to squeeze his thighs when you stretch unacceptably high, to the edges of thigh highs, teasing with the warmth of your hands.

Yuuta, who prettily dresses up like a doll, trying to look as beautiful as possible for you, but still can't overcome embarrassment when you get hands under his clothes, exposing him, looking at everything he put on for you, making him to lie still while you are busy exploring, even if his face does not stop burning with embarrassment and the excitement of feeling your gaze. Yuuta is so beautiful, so gentle, so feminine — when you stroke his stomach, clinging to the edges of a high-waisted skirt, soothing him and convincing him to stop hiding face; he tried so hard for you, preening himself, just to be beautiful, but clings to the skirt when you sit between his thighs — only to obediently lift when you kiss his face, caressing, leaving a scattering of kisses on neck, convincing him to show himself.

When you gently put hand on his throat, listening to rapid heartbeat, persuading him to look in the mirror to see how beautiful he is, lifting his skirt teasingly high with your other hand, exposing his wet thighs, telling him how loving and soft he is, so sweet, so precious — when you tell him that his body is so good for breeding, so wet and open, enthusiastically reacting to any of your touches, unable to resist even when you are so close, fondling him, lifting up his skirt, just about ready to get inside. Let him feel how one push is enough for him to take you, whispering that you can impregnate him if Yuuta is so irresponsible and frivolous, allowing you to have such access to him; telling him to look at his bare belly, which you will soon fill, impregnating his womb, longing only to be bred until he is brought to such a state that he can only drool, holding hips high enough not to get his skirt dirty, whining when you call him your pretty thing, soaking him over and over, over and over, squeezing his hips and spanking, until his womb stops being so greedy and needy </333

When Yuuta is breathing heavily, being pressed tightly against you, feeling that you are about to fill him, and fidgeting restlessly, wanting to feel it sooner, humiliatingly whining that you don't give it to him, even when you squeeze and rub his chest, — and begging you to fill his womb and make him even prettier for you </333 cumming from the friction of the fabric when you push slightly, indulging his pleas, but not allowing him to relax, teasingly slowly filling him, making his eyes water from dissatisfaction and excessive sensitivity; putting his hand on his own belly so he can feel you fucking his womb, soaking him with your seed, whispering about how his skirt is cute, exposing wet thigh highs while you are deep in him, about to cum and fill; asking if Yuuta wants you to cum inside just to hear pleas breed him and make his womb yours </33333

... yes, each of them has cnc elements, but!!! yuuta just has a vibe of that cute thing that would be into primal kink / hunting, kiddnap-play and the like, you know? scenarios where you catch him/hunt him and use him as a prize, being the winner and having the absolute right <3 tie him up and breed him until he begs you to keep him with you; pin him to the ground while hunting and treat him like a caught prey; press him firmly into the wall and make sure that he will not be able to make a sound until you are satisfied, "forcing" him to serve you </333 yuuta, whose orgasm is constantly denied, and at the end of the game he shyly looks away when he sees that you have finished, saying in a quiet, pathetic voice that he has not cum yet </3333 dhdhhdgddg pretty thing pretty prettiest

[greypetrel]

*peeks* *runs away, just to return with TEGLIA DI LASAGNE*

What's Alyra's unfiltered opinion on the other blorbos? And most importantly, on their crushes 👀 Also, if Max had to feed Liara a typical dish from Earth, what would it be?

*corre dietro alle lasagne* Offro panettone in cambio! *apre un trench pieno di panettoni*

Oh LOL, Alyra's opinions are FUN.

Alyra on the other blorbos:

Raina: "Bat-shit crazy. A wild card. I don't know how is she even alive eating what she does. Useful, but an asset you can't direct. Perfect for Kirkwall. How is she alive eating how she does, tho. Note to self: never EVER accept an invitation to drink with her, the tavern she seems to favour is the one place you will catch your death by germs." Garrett: "Reliable, if you need the Hawkes, ask him and not his sister. Questionable humour, makes Alistair's seem refined. Not swayable if you touch his family. Jovial, friendly, potentially dangerous." Aisling: "Clever, very fit for politics, reliable as an ally. Do not ever admit that to her face, she'd be even more annoying than she is. Irritatingly unsure of herself and to have around. Good ally, dangerous as enemy, the People needs more like her. Morrigan likes her, so it's fine, can entrust her with them." After Trespasser: "Can't see why she disbanded the Inquisition and went stealth. Fucking Teagan ruined another good thing." Radha: "A grudgy spy. Never cross her if not to impart the killing blow. Good as an asset, too impredictable as an ally. Keep your cards to your chest when she's around." Max: "Reliable, good at her job, but I'll take that playlist and shove her where the sun doesn't shine."

Alyra on the crushes. But taken as a unit because it's more fun:

Raina+Merrill+Bela: "Merrill seems happy so it's fine, I'm glad she got away from fucking Merethari. Isabela? Good taste, nothing to say. Luckily Alistair told no to the threesome, it would have been awkward. Remember to thank him without explain exactly why lest he becomes annoying. The raccoon seems more manageable." Garrett+Fenris: "Do not cross one if you don't mean to cross both. Give money to Fenris to counter slavers, whatever he wants. The Blue Wraith? Suggest him a better name. Or a lack of one. Nothing to say, they're a fine couple, both good people." Aisling+Cullen: "Good for him to having got his head out of his ass. Sappy, horribly so. What could have been with Alistair. Finance their clinic, why not. But invites to dinner? Once in a while, too sappy otherwise." Max+Liara: "No, god, no. Good for each other I guess, do not approach. She's clever, reminds me of Merrill. Can tone the crazy engineering down. Why her cabinets sounds when she opens them? WHY. Run."

Liara's menu for Max, taken from the most renowned historical source on Italian cooking: GialloZafferano

Shrimps in pink sauce (Max likes rock music from the 80s. She searched a fish recipe from the 80s and that's what she found. Doesn't really understand why mixing mayo and ketchup is considered a think to do, but she won't question it, maybe it'll be another genius idea of Joey Tempest and she'd like to talk about other things this evening thank you.)

Gran Fritto Misto of fish, zucchini and zucchini flowers (of course, she has to conquer the girl.)

A very special place bought directly in Livorno Max won't shut up about and will be the piece de resistence and actually get the girl:

Caramelized figs crostata as a dessert.

Honestly this was an overkill, Max would have been conquered by a bottle of spuma alone. The expectations over her liking the cinque e cinque (it's a sandwich filled with a thin pie made from chickpea flour, a typical streetfood from Livorno) would be sky-high, but she will like it a lot, Max won't cry. They need to talk about her problem with spuma (a fizzy drink you only find in Tuscany. Much to my chagrin because it's so good and I'd like to drink some, right now), Max, honey, you have to drink water, not only fizzy drinks.

[missoneminute]

Hey, I know you’re a perfume enthusiast so I was wondering if you have a favourite “woody” fragrance? For women I guess although gender isn’t super important lol. Also, any current favourites that you’d recommend? I always enjoyed the way you talk about it. Love xx

Hello! I have a side blog for perfume asks here, so I will reblog this there! I admit I don't love too many woody perfumes as they often don't work on my skin - end up smelling like pencil shavings. I don't know what it is, but happens especially with cedar heavy fragrances. There's some exceptions though: Baccarat Rouge 540 (I know it's trendy and stupid priced) which turns to candied pine needles on me, which I love. A good and more reasonably priced alternative is Burberry Her - it's very similar, made by the same perfumer, and smells like picking berries in the woods to me. I love Pomegranate Noir by Jo Malone, which smells of Christmas and Christmas trees to me. I also like Gucci's Mémoire D'Une Odeur which I know is quite unpopular but I love the herbal-y sandalwood hippy quality. Aura Mugler by Mugler is another herbal-y woody, tree nymphs and fairies sort of fragrance. @suchasinistergame is a huge fan of Penhaligon's Halfeti which is very woody and spicy. Hope that gave you some ideas! My current favourites in general are Panettone by Milano Fragranze, which I just bought - if you literally want to smell like Panettone cake, which I adore, then this is pretty much that, candied orange peel and spices with a boozy kick. I've also just finished my bottle of Bee by Ellis Brooklyn and plan to re-buy, which I only do for a handful of fragrances - it's such a tasty, waxy honey perfume. I also just bought a travel size of the Lovefest Burning Cherry by Kayali which everyone says is a dupe for Tom Ford's Lost Cherry. It's very similar and actually stronger, the issue with the Tom Ford is that it just fades off so fast. I'm not huge on Kayali, I think they smell kind of, poppy and cheap, I guess, but the cherry one is really good! Thanks for asking, always fun to answer! x

[lailyn]

All In My Head, Chap 6

Loki scooped some applesauce with a teaspoon. He lifted it a few inches off the tray table before upending it, watching the thick gloop drip back into the bowl.

Frigga had not returned. Stephen did not know what he was expecting, certainly not Loki playing with his food like a sulking five-year-old.

Or maybe he simply was not hungry.

"Would you like me to get you something else?" Stephen inquired politely. "I can head out to the shops for a while."

"Anything is better than this gunk," Loki said, dropping the spoon into the bowl with a squelching sound. "Do you know what they serve for breakfast in the posher hospitals? Toasted panettone slathered with echire butter, drizzled with Manuka honey, finished off with the tiniest dusting of cinnamon sugar."

"Fancy," Stephen deadpanned.

"Yup. Odin brought his personal chef with him everytime he got admitted."

"Yeah, I can't do that, but I can smuggle in a sandwich or two. Denny's alright?"

Loki's eyes brightened and that was the only incentive Stephen needed.

He grabbed his jacket and tucked his wallet in his back pocket. "What do you want? The usual?"

Loki gave him a grateful smile. "Could you?"

Stephen hesitated for a heartbeat; after the disastrous conversation (disastrous in the sense that Loki had not reciprocated in any discernible way that he harboured the same feelings for him) last night, they had not spoken further on the subject, but in the end Stephen decided it did not matter.

As long as he was quick about it, Loki should not be able to protest the kiss, and kiss him Stephen did.

"I'll be back."

_____________

Loki waited until Stephen was safely gone before slowly pulling himself out of bed. He still felt unsteady on his feet, but there was no way in hell he would call the nurses for help. He could take care of his toileting needs just fine.

Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom feeling more than a little light-headed. The nausea and vomiting had largely stopped, but he recognised the symptom and wished he had not been so hasty with the ripping out the intravenous fluid cannula the day before.

Why must drama always come at a cost?

And why was the room dark, like someone had drawn the curtains?

"Back so soon? Did you teleport or some…" Loki's voice trailed off. The tall figure standing in front of the window was not Stephen.

There was only one man who could eclipse the entire sun, simply by existing.

"Get out."

"Is that how you greet your elders, Loki?"

"How did you get in here?" Loki snapped. "It's not visiting hours."

“It’s going to take more than a bunch of security guards and nurses to stop me from visiting my little brother.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard you’ve taken ill.”

“Let me guess. Frigga told you.” Loki carefully hoisted himself back into bed, lest Thor saw the trembling in his limbs. “Did she send you here to ‘straighten me up?’”

“I have my ways,” Thor said absently. “They don’t necessarily involve our mother.”

Loki followed Thor with his eyes, who was doing the smart thing by carefully avoiding all eye contact as he did a full circle around Loki's room.

“It’s a bit small, isn’t it?” he criticised. “I can get you a room at St John of God. Top floor, with a view of the river.”

Loki bristled. “Take your river and shove it up your ass.”

“It was just a suggestion, brother dear,” Thor said mildly.  “No need to bite my head off."

Loki crossed his arms. “I refuse to apologise.”

“You’re adorable,” Thor smiled.

Before Loki could get another vehement word in, he gestured at the object on the tray table. “I brought something for you that I thought you might like.”

Loki teased the paper bag open with disinterest. "What is it?"

"Salmon en croûte. Your favourite."

"Thanks," Loki muttered. "You shouldn't have."

"It was no trouble," Thor said.

"You look well."

"I wish I could say the same about you."

Loki sighed, “What do you want, Thor?”

“I came to see how you were doing.”

“As you can see I am still alive.”

“I’m going to need a bit more convincing than that,” Thor said pointedly.

They locked eyes for a moment - two brothers from a former life reunited - brothers who once loved each other dearly, and perhaps still did.

Just a smidge, Loki decided petulantly.

Under his brother’s scrutiny, he fished the container out of the bag and pried the stainless steel lid loose. A tantalising scent filled the room, and the nostalgia hit Loki like a freight train.

Taking the first few bites without crying was an achievement in itself, but Thor was once again looking out the window. What he was staring at, Loki was sure it was not what his brother was seeing in his golden fair head. There was nothing interesting about the hospital parking lot, except that it was near the morgue and had seen its share of ghost stories.

“I saw Theo,” Thor murmured, because he was exceptionally good at reading Loki’s mind like that, despite his appearance.

Still, the mention of the name sent a jolt through the pit of Loki’s stomach.

Fighting tooth and nail to keep his voice steady, Loki fought the urge to be ill. “Did he look well?”

“As well as you’d expect one living the idyllic life of a small town solicitor to look, I suppose,” Thor said. “Upstate New York is beautiful this time of year. Will you not go to him, now that Father is dead?”

Loki felt every drop of blood drain from his face.

“You have no right to speak to me like that.”

“I am the only one who can,” Thor said flatly. “Because I know.”

“You know nothing.”

“I know what you had was real,” Thor said, his tone gentling. “And you broke his heart.”

“Who, Father? I doubted he had one,” Loki said crassly.

The old Thor would have called Loki out on his insistence on deliberately misunderstanding everything he was not comfortable hearing, but Thor could no more change his spots than Loki could. “You have been doing this since you were little. Would it be too much to ask to have a real conversation for once?”

“And we could be having one right now, had you given me the same courtesy back when I was begging for it, you and your family.”

Loki’s scathing words might as well have been a physical blow; Thor turned away from the window and dropped heavily into the visitor’s chair, right onto Stephen’s overnight clothes.

“You’re right. I should have done more.”

Loki sniffed. “You did enough. And will you stop crumpling those - give them to me.”

Thor handed the bundle of clothes, thankfully giving them nothing more than a cursory glance.

“Will you not come back to us, Loki?”

“I have a life. A career.” Loki gathered Stephen’s sweatshirt to his chest. It was starting to smell funky, but a good funky, the kind Loki could not get enough of.

“Yes…Mother told me you were some kind of doctor.” Thor pursed his lips into something of a cross between a scowl and a smirk. “Either your heart’s not in it, or you must not be a very good one.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mother told me you were so sick you almost died. Twice.”

“And clearly Mother has not told enough people,” Loki snapped. “I did it for the sympathy, after all.”

“Loki..”

“Do tell her I thank her for the care package she sent, but she can have it back.”

“She didn’t send me, I wanted to come.”

“You certainly took your time,” Loki retorted, without thinking. His chest heaved. The steel bars were closing in once again. “You are not here to take me back.”

Thor remained silent.

“I will not play second fiddle to you. Not anymore.”

“You can be whatever you want to be. Be with whoever you want to be.”

“I don’t need you, or your approval,” Loki said. “I am perfectly fine where I am.”

“I miss my brother,” Thor confessed.

“I am not your brother,” Loki said, just as quietly.

“I miss you.”

“Of course you would,” Loki snorted. “I’m the only one who doesn’t fawn over you like your thousands of sycophants. How’s Darlia doing?”

“Darlia who?”

“Exactly.”

Thor chuckled, but there was a quietude Loki had never seen before in the usually gregarious man. Loki wondered if he had anything to do with it or if it was simply a sign…that through all the years they had spent not talking, time never stopped.

Loki had always thought he could pick up where they left off just like when they were young, that they could pick up being brothers again, no matter how big or small the rift between them.

“I get by on my own.”

“I never doubted you could.” There was the wistful smile again, like Thor was seeing a different Loki from a different time. “Are you happy, Loki?”

“I am not…unhappy.”

And Thor beamed. It was the first, genuine smile, meant only for him, the one Loki always went back to whenever solitude became too much and he found himself in need of a bit of strength just to get through another day.

“You have found someone.”

Loki released Stephen’s shirt, cursing himself for not having lost his tell even after all these years.

“Don’t be absurd,” he scoffed; he must stop his traitorous face from turning even redder. “And what about you? Will you not end your ridiculous crusade and settle down? You’re not getting any younger.”

“You before me, Loki,” Thor reminded him gently. “That’s always been the deal.”

“I agreed to no such deal.”

“Well. My deal alone, then.” What was it with Thor and all this smiling? It was infuriating, how it was making Loki want to return it a thousand-fold.

He settled for a quick embrace; as brief as it was, Thor’s arms felt just as strong as he remembered.

“You’re nothing but skin and bone,” Thor complained loudly. “Will you hurry up and eat, so I can send you more?”

_____________

It took a Herculean effort, but Loki finally managed to get Thor to leave, and not a moment too soon. No sooner had Thor left than Stephen reappeared with a brown bag in one hand and a cardboard tray of fresh coffee in the other.

“How much did you hear?”

The look on Stephen’s face must have said it all.

“Everything, huh?” Loki asked dryly. He heaved a sigh. “Fine. Out with it.”

Stephen was about to shake his head to decline when Loki cast him a look; it had lost much of its sharpness from this morning.

“Let’s not do this, Stephen. Just ask what you need to ask.” His lover’s voice sounded just as tired.

“Are you okay?” Stephen finally asked.

The tension Loki did not realise he was holding in imploded and he burst into laughter. Like the rest of him, it sounded defeated. No, not simply defeated. Heartsick.

Before Stephen knew it, he was on the bed, straddling and holding Loki from behind. He felt the weight of the pull as Loki slumped forward.

“No,” Loki mumbled. “But I will be.”

“Wanna eat something? I got you a chicken salad sandwich.”

What little he had of the salmon en croute sat heavily in his stomach like a brick. “Maybe later.”

But he had to repay Stephen’s kindness, by fair means or foul.

“I used to know someone,” Loki said faintly. “Theo.”

“Loki, you don’t have to explain…”

But if Loki did not say this now, he never would.

“Thor used to tease me about him. That of all people, I had to fall for our father’s attorney,” Loki said. “But Thor kept my secret, until Odin found out that I was fucking one of the employees.”

“Did they hurt him?”

Loki’s curls brushed against Stephen’s five o’clock shadow as he shook his head.

“No. I did. I know - knew - my father. He would have had Theo’s career and entire future destroyed in a heartbeat."

Loki inhaled deeply. “So I gave Odin what he wanted. I ended the relationship, and told him I would marry a woman of his choosing.”

“What?" Stephen baulked in disbelief. "Why did it have to be you?”

“When you’re the spare, you have all the responsibility that comes with the family name,” Loki said. “The perks, not so much.”

“I am so sorry, Loki.”

Loki swallowed his pain, it tasted every bit as bitter as it once did. “There was no future for us.”

“Doesn’t mean it was an easy decision,” Stephen said. “You were willing to sacrifice the one person you love for the sake of your family.”

“Loved,” Loki corrected softly.

Stephen stilled. He cupped Loki's shoulders, his fingers curling into the thin fabric of the gown. He dared not hope, for hope was cruel. But could it be - ?

By some stroke of miracle, his silent plea did not go unheard, but the wait for Loki to turn his head fully was excruciating.

"There is…another,” Stephen heard him mumble, "As of yesterday."

“Is that a love confession, Loki?"

“Yeah, you wish - " Loki tried to hide his face again, but Stephen was too quick for him. He believed in his intuition, and right now it was screaming at him in dazzling technicolour and rainbows.

"No, that sounds like a confession to me."

"If it were, there would have been no two ways about it."

"Yeah, but you're Loki. You speak funny."

“Must be the meningitis talking.”

Stephen laughed, too dizzy with emotions to care beyond the feel of Loki in his arms, warm and well on his way to health once more. “I’ll take it.”

“Tell that to my brother. He thinks I only did it for the attention.”

“Your brother is an asshole," Stephen growled.

Loki cast him a sharp look -

“Doctors always downplay their own illness," Stephen ranted. "It’s a natural response honed over years of putting other people’s needs over theirs.”

“Are you defending my honour, Stephen?” Loki teased.

"No, just setting the record straight," Stephen muttered. “You’re one of the most brilliant people I know.”

“I seem to recall you calling me an idiot once.”

“You deserved it," Stephen grumbled, holding his idiot a little bit tighter; there was nothing like proving a point. "Should have known better than to kick me out everytime we don't agree about something."

"You're right." Loki reached up and gave the wrist under his chin an apologetic squeeze. "I should have."

Tender moments between them may be few and far between but Stephen never liked to be upstaged.

"Think I might have to invent a new pain scale just for you."

"But it's hardly my fault that I have a high pain tolerance, is it?"

"No," Stephen agreed too readily, remembering the story Frigga had told him, the story about the abscessed tooth. "It's your family's."

"Thor's not all bad," Loki said grudgingly.

"Really? He doesn't strike me as the perspicacious sort of person," Stephen said critically.

"Oh, he’s going to like you," Loki snickered. "Shall I introduce you?”

“Can he get me into St John of God?”

“Even better. He can make you head of department. He may look average but he's very well connected."

Stephen cradled his head in his hands and let out an anguished groan, "This is the biggest screw-up of my life."

"What? What is it?" Loki asked, panicking slightly.

“I think I seduced the wrong brother.”

"It's not too late. He's still single," Loki said coolly. "And minted. He can get you a corner office facing the river."

"Nah," Stephen nuzzled his face into the back of Loki's head. "I got the best view right here."

[saraspamz]

this is the second part of my Elippoweek. Again, thanks to Rebe for being my beta :)

Day two: past and future

Promise?

The first time Elia and Filippo had talked about the past, they were decorating their flat for Christmas. They'd been together for a month, and things were going on very well between them.

«What are you looking at, darling?»

Filippo hugged his boyfriend from behind, placing a soft kiss on his neck. Elia smiled, caressing Filo's hair. The older boy had dyed his hair blue a week before, and Elia seemed to like his new look very much.

«Nothing, honey. I've just found this in your Christmas box!»

Elia showed Filippo his new discovery, a Christmas ball with a child's face on it. Baby Filo's face, actually.

Filippo covered his face with his hands, embarrassed.

«I thought I threw it away!»

«Why should you have done it? It's a cute photo!»

«It's embarrassing! I was wearing this stupid Santa suit and eating panettone, it isn't cute at all!»

Filippo seemed to be very angry, and Elia didn't know why.

«Sorry Filo... I just thought it was a funny foto, I didn't mean to offend you.»

Filippo felt the sadness in his boyfriend's words, and immediately regretted using that tone of voice. He knew that when he screamed and when he got mad at him it remembered him of his father. And that was the last thing he wanted, knowing that Elia hadn't got over yet on the last fight they had had.

«No, baby. You don't have to say sorry, it's my fault. You couldn't know why I hate so much that Christmas ball.»

Elia's expression changed from sorry to worried. He took his boyfriend's hand and guided him to the couch, making him sit on his lap.

«Do you want to talk about it?»

Filippo sighed and nodded, knowing that it was time for him to open up to his boyfriend.

«That picture, the one of me eating panettone dressed up like Santa Claus... It was taken by my dad.»

Filo took a deep breath. It wasn't easy for him to talk about his family, especially about his dad. Elia seemed to understand that, because he held him tight, encouraging him to continue.

«It was the last time I saw him. I mean, last time I saw him in person. The day after that damn Christmas, he left. I was seven, Ele was three. She barely remembers him.»

Elia stopped Filo's story and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

«I'm so sorry for what happened to you Filo, you're such a strong boy.»

Filippo smiled widely to his boyfriend, taking up where he left off.

«When I understood dad had left, I couldn't believe it. I started to spend all my days sitting in front of the door. I hoped that someday the door would open and dad would come back home and tell me "Don't worry, Fili, it was just a dream.". But obviously it has never happened.»

Filo sighed loudly and Elia held him closer, starting to cuddle him.

«You're so brave and strong baby, I can't believe you managed to endure all this shit by yourself. And you were just a kid!»

Filo snuggled closer to Elia's chest. Elia was the one for him, he was sure.

*

The second time Elia and Filippo had talked about the past, they were walking in the park near their house.

It was a warm day, the first warm day of the year actually, so they had decided to go for a walk together. They had spent a beautiful afternoon chatting and kissing in the trees, and they were coming back home.

Elia was telling Filo some old story about Luchino and a suitcase (yes, again), when he suddenly freezed.

Filippo was very worried about him. He had never seen Elia so scared before, not even when a bunch of homophobes had harassed them in a club.

Then he felt Elia take his hand and whispering: «Please Filo, take me away from here.»

Filippo nodded and started to walk, holding Elia's hand tight, but someone stopped them.

«Santini! Long time no see!»

A tall blond boy with a black hoodie walked across them, and Filippo could feel Elia stiffen. Instinctively, he put himself in front of his boyfriend to protect him.

«Who are you?» asked Filo aggressively.

«Chill, zì. I'm Andrea, I was in Elia's class in middle school.»

Filippo knew there was something wrong with that Andrea guy. And Elia's scared face confirmed his thoughts.

«Who are you?»

«I'm Elia's boyfriend, Filippo.»

«Boyfriend? Well, Santini, a leopard can't change his spots, mh? See you soon!»

And then he left with a smug face. Filo turned to his boyfriend and he saw him shaking with terror, so he took his hand and ran home as fast as he could.

«Who was that guy, Eli?»

Elia sighed, than he said:

«Andrea, my middle school best friend. We've known each other since we were three and we used to spend all the time together. But then everything changed.»

Filippo took his boyfriend's hand, encouraging him to continue.

«What happened?»

«When I was 11, I realized I am bisexual. Now this doesn't bother me anymore, but at the very beginning it was hard for me. I've been living in a very conservative family and I thought I was wrong for a while. Than I understood that I was born that way and that I shouldn't have blamed myself for that. I started to be very proud of who I am, and I found the courage to tell my best friend.»

Elia stopped talking, and Filo could see that he had tears in his eyes. He immediately hugged him and caressed his hair to calm him down.

After a while, Elia resumed his story.

«When I told Andrea I was bi, he started acting strange. He didn't want to play with me or to be seen with me at school. A few weeks later some boys I barely knew started calling me names in the schoolyard. Andrea had told everyone about my sexuality. He put me through hell. People bullied me at school and at football practices, I used to cry every night and I started hating myself again. I had to change school in the middle of the year, and then I met Marti and Gio. They were my salvation. I finally found real friends and I stopped blaming myself for liking boys.»

Filippo didn't know what to say. His boyfriend was so strong, he had been able to deal with that shitty situation and to rise up.

«You're so strong and brave, darling.»

*

Filippo and Elia were lying on their bed. Elia's head was on Filo's bare chest and they were sharing a cigarette.

«What are you thinking about, love?»

«I was thinking about what you told me yesterday, about what you had to deal with when you were in middle school.»

«Don't think about it, Filo. The past is the past, and I'm willing to move on. I don't want to think about the past now, I just want to think about the future and forget what made us suffer.»

«You're so wise, Elia. Let's think about our future. You're an amazing person, and I want to spend all my life with you. »

Elia smiled widely and kissed his boyfriend.

«We'll build our future together, honey.»

«Promise?»

«Promise.»

[missredherring]

A Little Something

Anchored Hearts - Agent Specter x Agent Mothman of @the-roanoke-society

Joe found her out on the deck, looking up at the moon. 

“Close the door, Moretti!” It came from the party and he had to resist the urge to yell back in response. 

Louise had turned around and was smiling at him. “Hi.”

“Hey, honey.” Joe said. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her close. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Just wanted to cool down. With everyone in one room and a giant fireplace it gets warm.”

She tilted her head up to him and it was pure muscle memory to bend down and kiss her soundly. With smacking sounds and everything. She wrinkled her nose at him and flicked the flopped over top of he Santa hat he was wearing. He grinned.

“Are you done playing Santa?” Louise asked. He’d been handing out gifts to everyone and anyone who made direct eye contact all night. He’d gotten a big red sack and everything. There was nothing in it and he was just accessing his pocket dimension where he’d stored the gifts. It might’ve been easier to just have the gifts in the bag, but this was Joe.

“I have one more gift for a special lady. Reach in my pocket.” He pressed up against her, so she could easily access the pocket of course. 

“If this is a dick thing--”

“It’s not! I’m saving that one for Valentine’s Day, baby. Come on.” He interlaced their fingers and slid them into his pocket and into his pocket dimension. The sensation was different. It always felt like the weightlessness of being fully submerged, but with Louise’s hand in his it was like he was holding a heating pad. Interesting. He felt the gift he was looking for and pulled it out. “Here.”

He held their hands between them, a small box sitting in her palm. She opened it and exhaled. Then she brought it up to see it better in the dim light. 

“Oh, Joseph.” 

It was a snowflake necklace. The snowflake itself was made of delicate silver filigree with a small moonstone in the center. 

“You like it?” He asked, putting his arms around her again. 

“Yes, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” She took it out of the box and put the necklace on. 

“You’re welcome. It’s uh... been a year or so since we got together, you know? I wanted to get you something nice for the season. So when you wear it you think of me.” He finished, sounding bashful.

Louise stared at him for a moment before taking his face in her hands and reaching up on her toes to kiss him. “How’d I get so lucky with a sap like you?”

Joe smiled and chased her mouth for more kisses. He didn’t know how long they stood kissing, but he could tell when she started to shiver.

“Let’s go back inside. I saw you eyeing the desert table and I want to get some of the panettone before Wendigo eats it all.”

“Gods, I love you. Let’s go.”

She led him back into the warmth where their friends gathered, his laughter trailing after them. 

[cianethedevil]

For the Christmas Ask box meme numbers 3,10,13,16 and 23 : )

3. What is your favorite Christmas tradition?

Might sound stupid, but it’s simply being allowed to be, and do what I want. I always feel deeply anxious when I visit my Mom because she’s moody and thinks I’m never enough, but on Christmas nobody complains if I enjoy myself doing nothing “productive”. I’m anyway not allowed to do things like writing, drawing or sewing in front of everyone, but, well, I guess I can’t have everything. Not feeling anxious for a whole day is something I can be content with.

10. Name your top five favorite “traditional” (i.e. Hark, the Herald Angels Sing, O Holy Night, First Noel, O Come O Come Emmanuel, etc.) Christmas songs.

You catch me unprepared! I surely don’t hate Christmas songs, but I’m not even a great fan of them, so I end up listening to them only in shops X’D. Stated this, I’ll make an effort, and choose “Jingle bell” since I had to sing it at my english school and got so passionate I yelled “HAH!” at the end and made everyone laugh, and “Gaudete”, exactly this version - sadly I can’t find a better registration - because, well, it’s just beautiful and I love latin.

13. Is your Christmas tree stylish and contemporary, or more traditional with sentimental/home made ornaments?

First of all, it’s definitely not finished yet and I’m so ashamed because I started on Sunday and how is that even possible?? I just opened it and put the star on the top. Tomorrow I definitely need to put the lights on, I believe after that I’ll be faster. I’ll make sure to show you, as soon as I’m done.Then, answering the question, my tree is more traditional, decorated mostly with ornaments from my childhood or even older, while the newest ornaments have anyway been bought on special occasions in special places. Again, I’ll show you as soon as I’m done.

16. What is your most cherished Christmas memory?

Putting out water and hay for the reindeers and milk, bread and nutella for Santa. Later in my childhood, discovering my parents used to go out on midnight and ate all that. Except for the hay, of course. Can you imagine two adults out in the snow eating bread and nutella? It’s hilarious.

23. What is your favorite Christmas season drink/treat/goodies?

… IT’S SO DIFFICULT TO CHOOSE! Well, my favourite drink is definitely vov, which is almost like eggnog, but I also like spiced Christmas teas. Talking about meat, this is the best period for the cured one and I make sure not to miss anything, in particular lard, which I deeply love - especially with honey! And I obviously like pepperkakor, which I usually bake for my friends in this period, and pandoro, while I’m sadly allergic to panettone and so not allowed to eat it. I’m stopping here because I could list foods forever X’’’D.

Thank you for your ask! If any of you, followers, is interested in asking more, feel free to, I’ll be happy to answer!

[darlingpwease]

I should be sending it within 5ish minutes :'))

I would've made it longer but I didn't have the time. The project is.. uh, well it's going... thats for sure... It will be slow for me to respond until I finish it, especially with the absolute dumbest choice that some of my group members chose 💀 Ur so sweet tho, darling,, tysmsmsm <33 /affectionate

Thank you Dove <33 If I'm not dead by the end of it, I probably will be after lol /hj

Of course!! It looks very nice. Tho that might be biased considering earthy tones are really pretty for me but it's still very lovely

Lovely mossy darling <333 /t

-panna cotta

mhm~

don't worry, honey — this is also the end of my studies for me, so I will also be very busy, as I have accumulated a lot of work, from which I ran away in the hope that it would be solved by myself, but for some reason it is not (which is very strange, I thought it should work that way??? /j).

(HAHAHAHA oh yes, my favorite principle of collectivism, where everyone is responsible for one crap; how good that I don't have group work that would affect a lot<333 good luck good luck, honhon<3333 /t /hj)

ah,,,, well, at least the work is going on, right? at least there's nothing stuck there, so everything will be fine<333 of course!!! all for the sake of my little hardworking cocotta<33333 don't forget to drink water and take a walk, don't stay at home for a long time~

haaaa, what were you saying to me back then when I complained that my heart had melted? I think I can return the favor<333 /t /hj

huh, you like earthy shades, don't you? birds and earth; such an interesting combination for such a quiet sweetness like you, dear~ mwah❤︎

hehehe, it's me, it's me!!! <3333 vvvery cute panettone, vvvery<33333

[darlingpwease]

Oh really?? I can't help but wanna indulge u, u dont gotta be frost to bite, bite away <33

Aaaa she could "dance" with me any day and I'd thank her for her time– hhhhh

She sounds absolutely wonderful tho ♡♡♡

Good luck!!!

I feel you... I am not the best in math, so for me, as long as I am passing well enough, that's good :'))

Where i am, the summer is so stupidly humid. Heat is nice, but when it makes the air feel thick and damp, I will happily pass. I love dry heat, not humid heat!!!

AAAA I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS, when one floor is the perfect temp but then another isn't, it drives me crazy sometimes, honestly. With rooms also, where one is perfect, but others are either too hot or too cold– like damn, wtf????

I'm hoping ur leg will feel better soon!!! I'm glad to hear the weather is doing well tho!! :)))

-panna cotta

Yes, they got a few ideas stored away ⍨⃝ they are long too </33 they have started to try to write when they can.. maybe I should introduce you?? Or maybe I should keep it hidden???

honey panettone, but if I can be a frost instead and bite you whenever you're outside, then I'll obviously benefit more than if I bite your sweet cheeks a couple of times as a human. In the end, it's not just a matter of morality, but benefits!!! no mutually beneficial exchange, only predation. you can hide your cheeks from me, but how can you hide from the frost? exactly.

/j /pos

I really like the way you elegantly adjust to the interlocutor; don't remember if I talked about it, but it's so cute. won't say if it's noticeable or unnoticeable, but just a fact.

such a sweet piece of candied fruit, my my <333

/gen

have a good rest, okay? you deserve it for your hard work — and because you deserve to rest regardless of work <3

thank you <3 everyone who is good at math is an alien. I mean, for example, my family — I'm sure I was the only member who was not irradiated, so I sit and suffer. mathematics is overrated and I think that its simplest types should be studied, while this brain-breaking should only be given to really persistent people /hj

I hate summer because I can't sleep properly, while in winter I sleep disgustingly much and am constantly sleepy because of the cold. summer is good only with rest and ripe food, nothing else </3

yes!!! did I just move to another room or was it a portal to two different points??? maybe a little of the same temperature please???

everything is fine, they have come to terms with the fact that two more months of winter are ahead /j

before it gets too humid, even the frost isn't that heavy, so yes.

oh yes??? wow!!! do they also write a lot? such a gift, isn't it? they sound like such a good writer!!! surely their audience loves them very much!!! of course you have to introduce us, it would be very mean not to do it after you intrigued me!!! they sound like such a fascinating writer <333

(didn't know you were into other jjk writers dear, can I already be jealous??? can I already feel the competition for the opportunity to bite your cute face and hide you in a cute box???)

/t /nsrs

[darlingpwease]

I was able to celebrate with family, so that was nice :)))

Wishing u luck for ur elf wife to come home!!! Hopefully Elysia will have a speedy ride to ur abode <33

Ik I've said this loads, but still, I hope that ur finals go well!! Make sure not to overwork urself studying, too, especially with this crazy weather

Oh god, it has been really cold here recently, but thankfully utilities haven't been a problem,, I hope the weather calms down soon for you!! Make sure to keep wrapping up nice and warm, even inside

-panna cotta

AAANNNNNDDDDDD!!!! Ur new work?? Fucking amazing omgomg, I'd kiss it if I could /hj..../maybe (superb tho fr)

mmm! christmas dinner and gifts in socks, dear? sorry for the stereotypes— anyway, I'm glad you had fun, honey, it's always delightful to celebrate holidays among good people <333 hope the frost didn't bite your charming cheeks too hard~

you are, panna cotta, you are <333 she's at home, so it remains to dress her well and everything will be fine <3333 she is very sweet and wonderful and I return her the status of a wife as she was a good girl and came a few hours before the end of the banner

everything is fine, only math is left; the really difficult exams won't be for a week or two, so I can relax <3

I encourage myself if really try, so I can work for now — but thank you for your concern, mooncake <333

the weather is just sick and it should think about priorities. my left leg hurts because I regularly fall on it, and if the body has wear resistance as in the game, then its wear resistance is around ten percent </333 /hj

I'm so jealous. utilities are very bad at coping with everything that is happening in the city due to the fact that severe frosts and snow change to plus temperature and rain and then cold again, and as a result, you can only slide and fall on the road.

If I could skate well, I would change my shoes for them /hj

thank you panettone,,,,,,, I carry hot tea with me and am almost always dressed to avoid the possibility of a cold or freezing, but it doesn't really help when you fall on hard ice </333 you also be careful on the street and at home, okay? keep yourself soft and warm and don't go outside at night when the ice is hiding under the snow and just waiting for you to step on it </3

/hj

i, shdhdhvdhd, I adore you, honey!!!! ,,,,,, hhhhhhh go here to mwahes, pretty silly one <333 mwah <3

It's just that sometimes want him to suffer a little

[darlingpwease]

Huh, I've never thought about it that way. I get it tho, on a majority of my social media apps, if I have irl friends added I'm suddenly really cautious about what I like or repost. Tumblr is like my safe place lmao, like a little hideaway <3

I think it's so sweet that you would ask for permission, it's oddly thoughtful <33 /pos

my wonderful panna cotta, because you definitely work for quite a large part of us <3333 ahhhh smooth talker,,,,,, silver tongue, huh?

AWWW DOVE AAA <333

ur too much for me sometimes bubba, so sweet, so stunning,, I can't believe you call me a smooth talker /t /pos

In regards to cooking one meal? I don't think I've had a hard one..

but I do help out with cooking when I go to large family dinners. It's like me and the others in the kitchen are going all over the place to cook enough food for everyone, that's definitely difficult lol

Have you ever baked something difficult? Do you have a favorite to bake, Dove??

In that case, I'm excited to share it with you eventually!! <33

Thank you for letting me know, I'll keep it in mind, especially if it may grow to something that could go to 1-1 :))

I don't think you said anything negative tho!! It's like ur looking out for both of us, it's super sweet <33

I'm not him tho tbf, but it does feel like ur trying to help out, which is super nice /pos /gen

-panna cotta

mmm! sweetest <333

I'd rather look a little, hm, 'weird' than violate someone's space — we're all here to have fun, and your personal blog is just your personal blog, it shouldn't affect relationships, you know? my motivation 'not to have mutuals' is similar to the motivation to be anonpie — we have a connection, but it does not go to the level where we begin to monitor ourselves more closely <3

my private blog is my private blog, your private blog is your private blog — even if they are public, it is still a "private" space <3

in addition, from smaller, but also influencing reasons — I generally don't get along well with people, while most writerblogs are quite self-centered for obvious reasons. I just don't feel comfortable trying to communicate with them — I have my sweet pies, why do I need "unknown who" outside? </3

... and, judging by the fact that I'm talking to the sweetbun right now, this is a working tactic <33333

panettone, I am nothing more than an oracle, telling everything I see and hear, while you are the sweetest delicious bun that I drag away with me while no one sees <333 grab you by your sweet cheek and hide in a box so that no one will find you </33333 /hj /pos

ahhhh, you are helping with the cooking? that's so sweet, honey,,,,, such a sweet thing,,,,,,,,, <33333

one day I was making a cake — Banoffee pie — and it was very chaotic, because these were my first times when I was just learning baking, not liking any kind of cooking before, and I was close to quitting everything halfway, but I brought it to the end out of sheer stubbornness </3

I couldn't work properly with the mixer at first, then I couldn't pack all the bananas, and after that there were problems with cream. I can say that I have collected all the combos of possible problems with this pie, even if now it no longer causes me difficulties </33 but in the past, I was dirty, annoyed and very angry </333

in that case, maybe you have the most favorite thing to cook, honey?

I really like making sausages in dough! I love working with the dough and giving it different shapes, although the cat and the boat are still my favorites <333

It's mutual, kissable one <333

[darlingpwease]

Those pictures were absolutely adorable omgomg

I'm pretty surprised you don't have mutuals!!! I thought u and Star were mutuals tbh /neu

You and ur pies are amazing tho <33

I do cook! I'm not a big baker tho. What about you??

we'll always find a place for you in our nest — or I'll finish your big, pretty box <333

Both are good both are good <333

I've got this idea I've had in my head with Yuuta, so once I work out how to describe it I'd love to share :D hopefully it'll be good lol

He is!! He seems super sweet <33

-panna cotta

I thought about it, but, look, even when I was just a reader, I felt awkward wandering into personal blogs;;;;

you know, it's one thing to subscribe to a "writing/content-creating blog", and quite another to the blog of a person whom, even if you know, you are not so close to. I was shy when writers subscribed to me, as it embarrassed my reblogs so that they wouldn't block me for something, and even when I became a writer myself, I try to keep this tone.

when you're a blog for content, you can't be awkward with what people interpret with you, but when it's kind of your personal place, someone else's gaze feels strange.

I don't want to embarrass the star and make him think I'm spying on him or something like that; this is his personal — or one of his personal — blog(s), and I don't do that without permission. this is fundamental for me. people usually do it easier and without thinking about such things, and I approve of them, but I can't do that. even if it's public, it's still yours, and I don't want to break in </333

(let's call it "politeness", but it looks more like some of my problems in social terms </3333 /j)

AWWWWWW PANETTONE <33333

in that case, thank you for raising the overall level of awesomeness with your existence, my wonderful panna cotta, because you definitely work for quite a large part of us <3333 ahhhh smooth talker,,,,,, silver tongue, huh? vvery kissable <3333

in that case, tell us about your most difficult dish!!! /pos

I bake more than I cook. I'm good with an oven, but I have difficulties with a burner and an electric stove. nothing serious! just don't like it that much, although the dishes turn out to be more diverse.

anyway, on principle, I don't approach the kitchen closer than a meter if I'm not hiding there; cooking low-key relaxes. or maybe it activates you on the contrary?

of course it will! don't worry, dear, we all started by writing our awkward ideas, considering them incoherent and strange. if it calms you down, then, believe me, you won't have it worse than me, but now I'm a former writer blog. people change.

(honey, if it's yuuta, it can't be bad, I give you a guarantee. we are blog with yuuta in a fixed post, it should be embarrassing for us that we may not match your post </333)

'people changes...'