#tje colours are a bit off

[metrocarpal]

curseworld

[juliluvhz]

how much pink?

warnings :: mcbling reader, fem reader, pink

you were sat in your pink desk chair, spinning around with a pen in your mouth whilst your loud music blasted throughout your room, a song by avril lavigne playing

you picked up your phone off of your desk, your fingers gliding over the pink gemstones placed on your phone with a picture of you and Peter stuck in the middle from a few months ago. you paused your music, the quietness seeming louder than your music for a second. You clicked in peters contact, ringing him

it rang about 4 times before Peter picked up

“Hey pretty, you okay?”peter said between deep breaths and the wind in the background, overlapping his voice, you could tell he had been swinging around in his stupid spidey suit

“yes, I am. are you okay Pete? how long have you been out? your gonna get a cold you should go home soon”

you replied, getting up from your chair and opening your pink curtains, looking out of your window, opening it a little bit to let some air into the room

“I’m actually near your house, does your mom mind if I swing by? no pun intended”

he replied, I rolled my eyes at what he had said, smiling a little “my mom isn’t home , come through my window though just incase”

I answered him, opening my window a little more for him

“okay, I’m here” he said, even though he was indeed no where in your sight

“no your-

you were cut off by the exact boy swinging right through your window, landing on his feet

“not” I finished my sentence, hanging up the phone and placing it back in its space on my desk

Peter took off his mask, taking a proper look around your room in disbelief. this was the first time Peter had ever been in your room, as when you 2 hung out it would usually be at his house since may loved to have you round

“what?”

you said to him. his eyes flicked from your pink bed covered in pillows and stuffed animals, tje posters in your room, the carpets, the curtains, your speaker, the desk, laptop, mouse, keyboard, pens, bags, everything

“jeez, how much pink?” he said, finally facing you like you were mad

“I love pink, you should see my wardobe”

you replied, sitting on your bed, pulling the boy down with you

“the pink is disturbing me”

he replied as if he was allergic to a colour, you threw your blanket over his head to which he quickly reacting to by throwing it off his body

“you such a drama queen” you giggled at him, kissing the top of his head, the shimmery pink lipgloss you wore lingering there for a second, he pulled away from you and wiped it off his head. you giggled a little before pulling him back, kissing him everywhere, his lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, neck, you name it

he pulled back, making a gagging sound

“now I’m covered in your pink lipgloss”

he whined, not even bothering to wipe it off

“atleast you smell like strawberries!”

you smiled at him happily, kissing his lips one more time, cupping his cheeks and squeezing them lightly

“im Never gonna look at pink the same way again”

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how fun

anywhizzle, first post yayay! i Take requests if you liked this 🙀⭐️

[eyowhatspoppin]

Starker - the colour blue

Tony Stark was a rich man. No thought about it. He smelled rich. He breathed rich. He felt rich. But wearing blue made him feel poor. Not that it was such a bad thing to have a little less money than he did. Hell, Peter lived of student loans for gods sake! If Tony where honest he had asked Peter many times to pay them off, saying that now when he had a rich boyfriend Peter didn’t need loans. But Peter had politely declined, everytime with the same words coming from his mouth. “I wanna do this on my own Tony”.

So Tony stayed off.

It was like any other day in the Stark Tower. Tony was at that moment in the kitchen trying to cook a fancy breakfast for his boyfriend. He made pancakes and topped them off with raspberries and strawberries.

Peter came down to him and got seated at the table just as the pancakes were ready. “Do you have any blueberries?” He asked with his raspy but still cute morning voice.

“I thought you didn’t like blueberries?” Tony said and raised an eyebrow. “No you don’t like blueberries Tones. Come to think of it, you never told me why.”

“I just don’t like blue” Tony answered and switched conversation to one about the weather. Peter shrugged it off since he didn’t find it such a big deal. It can’t be that uncommon to dislike a colour that much.

That thought changed the next day

It was just a normal walk in the lovely park when a little boy came up to them. The boy was so happy to be that close to the Tony Stark and Peter seemed to find the boy quite amusing. The boy was acting like himself in that age.

To say Tony liked kids was a lie. But he didn’t hate them. He only hated the ones with no manners. This kid was a lot like Peter when they first met, just a lot shorter and younger. Plus who wouldn’t crack a smile when a little kid wearing the most adorable Iron Man t-shirt asked for an autograph? The problem was that the pencil was blue. And the paper was blue. And even the little kid’s nails were painted in the colour r blue. How can someone like blue that much?!

The kid seemed so sad when Tony refused to touch the pen. And Peter seemed disappointed in him. Everything fell apart all because of the colour blue.

Just like Stane wearing the colour blue took his heart away.

So Tony walked away. Leaving a shook Peter and a kid in the verge of tears. That was when Peter understood that Tony didn’t just dislike the color blue, he hated it. But how could a color involving so much hapiness make someone so sad?

It was a saturday afternoon just like any other. They ate a lovely dinner and discussed life. They were both in a very good mood. Until Peter brought up blue. “How come you don’t like blue Tony?” Peter had said with a voice filled with so much love. Silence fell upon the table. “I just don’t” Tony had answered. Peter stood up ready to leave the table when Tony had stopped him. “I liked red but red is no colour for a man Howard said when I was younger” he had said looking into Peter’s soul.

Peter stayed quiet. Knowing Tony needed time to get out the words.

“My dad liked blue. Stane liked blue. WHY DOES EVERYONE LIKE BLUE SO MUCH?! Blue is the colour of sadness and misery. I had a shirt once. It was blue and yellow. I put it in the washing machine and it became green. Everything blue touches it ruins”

Peter looked at him with such sorrow. “Why do you look so blue Peter?” Tony had answered his look with. Peter looked away. He shed a tear. Blue, Tony thought. When Peter walked away from the table all Tony could think about was blue.

1 month later something happened. Tony and Peter had ignored what had happened that evening 1 month ago and they just decided that blue didn’t really fit in their home anyways. So blue faded away from their everyday life. That was until Peter came to Stark Tower dressed in a blue sweater. The colour went so well with his brown locks and his smile matched so perfectly with the soft fabric.

Peter didn’t really lay a thought to the fact that the shirt was blue. MJ had given it to him saying that she thought it would look so good with his pale skin. He had gotten so happy. The shirt was now a symbol of happiness and he had to show it to Tony. Peter walked inside Stark Tower with a smile so wide it could light up the entire city. He jumped with each step he took, being so exited to show Tony his new sweater. He had completely forgotten the blue.

It was a normal day for Tony Stark. He was drinking coffee sitting in the large sofa. The cup was still a bit warm but he managed to drink it anyway. When he stood up to get rid of the cup, Peter walked in smiling.

The cup fell to the ground.

Tony stood still. Peter ran to him. “I-I’m so sorry Tones. I forgot. Please forgive me. I’ll take off the shirt. I’m so sorry”

Tony hated blue before. But oh so beautiful it was on an angel. It made Tony wonder how he could ever hate blue. Blue was the colour of love.

The next day they ate pancakes topped with blueberries and Tony had a new favourite colour.

⭐️I hope you all enjoyed this little story! I’m not that good at english but I really tried writing this good! Please think past tje bad and focus on the good. 🥺⭐️

[omoghouls]

Just curious,do you have any hc on how the usually caretaker ghouls(Mountain, Aether,Dew,Swiss,and the Ghoullettes(idk if you're comfy with the ghoullets?it's okay if you aren't!!!))would behave if they regressed?:v Btw,your art style rlly cute!!!;U;

Omg tysm!!! And heck yeah I do nonny♡♡♡♡

With Mountain I see him as a fairly shy tiny? Like, he'll cling to his carer and take a lil while to warm up to the idea of playing with others; he'd definitely be tje outdoorsy babey, wanting to play in the church gardens, watch the ladybugs on the blades of grass etc♡ Since he's a bit lanky sometimes he feels kinda sad that he cant be picked up as easy as other tinys  ;^; but sitting him on your lap and indicating to him that he's to small to grab things or do certain things helps that self consciousness with that earth ghoul❤

Swiss and Dew and the most energetic of them all! What is sitting down? They've only heard of running and playing! These two, if tiny together can be s o  mischievious and get into anything and everything (sometimes it's just them giggling up a storm while babbling god knows what in ghoulish- then sometimes its them tag teaming to grab the cookies from the top shelf ♡)

 Swiss would be a v squirmy kit and loves music that he can dance to! I also see him as a kit who would really like to use kitchen equipment as musical instruments and mimic the other band ghoul's ♡♡

Dew is probably the most brattiest kit? He can and will get all stompy footed of he isnt allowed to climb dangerous stuff, but give him a couple minutes and his temper tantrum will be done and he'll come back and give his fire ghoulie hugs (probably not verbally apologizing but, you know he's sorry- doesnt mean he isnt going to try and eat things he shouldnt or take others toys tho) he likes to be carried but doesn't let others know because he likes to act like a """cool-kid""" 

Aether is a  s o f t i e of a tiny, he can be energetic like Swiss or Dew but, lil guy just likes to cuddle up and watch cartoons or listen to stories while getting head scritches. It's hard for him to regress (bc he feels like he has to be big all the time!) But, after a ritual it's easier to help him get into his tiny place, just baby talking him and praising him for being such a good kit throughout the day, you'll definitely have a baby beef lad just purring up a storm and hiding his blushy face♡ also, prone to getting huffy/pouty, mainly if he's playing with Dew and the fire ghoul is one upping him in everything, poor lil guy just gets upset and crosses his arms and pouts until someone pats his head and tells him that it's okay, then he bounces back😂

Omg the ghoulettes ;w;  now with them I see it as "when one is tiny, the other is carer" but there are absolutely many times where they are both small and they are inseparable!! 

Tall ghoulette l o v e s  soft toys, especially lion or cat plushies, you can bet she's always carrying around at least one of her cat plushies(and you better remember their names and life stories)! Not nessicarly a shy kit, she will be the first to introduce herself to another tiny and ask if they want to play with her, a very sweet ghoulie just wants everyone to be friends!! 

Small ghoulette is fairly similar but she's a bit more timid, she likes making friends but she does prefer being a lil cuddle bug and doing more quiet activities (like colouring or hands on activities ♡)

Those two together? Oh you cannot separate them, where one goes, so does the other! Nap together and sometimes speak for one another bc they know exactly which sippy cup or blankie is eachothers favourite♡♡ Always holding hands, lots of inside jokes, they aren't allowed to use glitter anymore because one time they thought about how fun it would be to put the glitter in their hair and be lil fairy's! Adorable as heck but, getting that glitter off them and the carpet is what got those kits banned from the sparkly fun :^0 

Aaaaaa hope this is okay nonny, it's always fun to write these lil hcs ❤❤❤❤

[takethisroad]

Tmr bakery au notes

Newt self consciously dusting his hands on his apron as he enters Thomas's kitchen, not wanting to get flour residue anywhere, mouth turning down in a small moue as flour puffs up from his apron anyway

THOMAS REMOVING STERILIZED JARS FROM VATS OF BOILING WATER AND NEWT CAUGHT BY THE FLEX OF MUSCLE IN HIS FOREARMS AS HE USES THE TONGS TO DEFTLY LIFT EACH JAR AND SRT IT ASIDR

NEWT SMELLING LIKE FRESH BREAD AND WARMTH AND HOME FUCK ME UP

THOMAS NOT EVEN BOTHERING WITH HELLO WHEN NEWT WALKS INTO THE SHOP, JUST GRABBING HIM BY THE ARM AND TUGGING HIM BEHIND THE COUNTER, REACHING INTO A SMALL JAR "you gotta try this"

"Try wha-"

Newt can't get the words out bc thomas's fingeris in his mouth

THOMAS WOULD TASTE NEWTS BREAD AND TRY TO XOMPLIMENT HIM BUT NEWT WOULDNT UNDERSTSND BC HED BE TALKING WUTH HIS MOUTH FULL BYE

Newt bakes scones for the shop and ppl who bring a business card from minho get 10% off bread

Oh.

Thomas' shop could be called

the homespread

...I'll see myself out

It's dead here so imma still just yell abt this prompt bc i LOCE IT SO MCUH.

- newt waking up absurdly early to get the first rise going so his morning regulars get fresh sourdough

- their stores are on opposite sides of minho's coffee shop

- meetcute as they're both rushing to deliver orders to minho's shop

- just. The homebrew jam asthetic. Csnning labels. Packets of pectin littering the countertop (thomas doesn't necessarily like using it and would rather make a runny compote but the jam market is a mainstay of his business so.) Amazing aromas floating by as thomas experiments with flavours. Rosemary apple thyme. Spiced marmalade. Blueberry jam with fresh blueberries from thr fsrmers market that happens every sunday may to october.

- the abilitybto tell where newts been by the pattern of flour markings on the floor

- thomas blastinf little mix as he works

- newt preferring silence or soft music

- SUNLIGHT AND BAKED GOODS sob sob sob sob sob sob sob

- LOVE MAKES THINGS TASTE BETTER I DONT MAKE THE FACTS

Newt donates any baked goods he doesnt sell to charity at the end of each day

WHAT IF HE MSDE HONEY WHISKEY JAM INSPIRED BY NEWT'S EYES GOODFYCKING BYE

K but also ben and gally would be those people who whip up batches of blue cheese or wasabi ice cream in their spare time

- vince lost his wife mary in '82; they'd always talked about setting up a local farmer's market (her family are all farmers but she moved to the city for med school and wanted to reconnect w her roots)

- after mary died, vince was ready to live a life of solitude; but life had other olans and a few years later he met a friend, jorge, through work and his infant daughter brenda. Jorge learned about msry and convinced vince to convene a farmers market in memory of Mary

- jorge owns a local butchery and his stall was one of the first at the market in the early days, and he and Vince are basically brendas dads now

- brenda has taken over more of the butchery business so vince and jorge can ostensibly dedicate more time to tje market administration but actually she caught them kissing in vinces kitchen and theyre the worlds worst kept secret amd she wants to give them some alone time on sundays

- brendas specialty is sausages with her secret spice blend, which is why frypan, who works in a local restaurant as a cook, swears by her meats and will only buy from her. (The way to fry's heart is indeed through food and he and brenda flirt every time they meet amd they're just dancing around each other waiting to make the first move)

- newt and minho open their shops within the same year amd brenda is quick to invite them to set up stalls at the weekly market

- thomas arrives a few years later, with his jams. Brenda leaves a flyer for the market in his mailbox and they eventuslly become fast friends and she takes to selling his compotes at the butcher shop bc they really do pair excellently with some of the cuts

- thomas may be good at jam but he cant cook worth a damn and frypan gives him hell for it the first time thomas talks about messing up boxed mac n cheese

@faia loves foxlet "kombucha, more like kombewcha," thomas mutters darkly at gally's retreating back

Brenda wears baggy overalls and a trucker hat in this AU and no one can convince me otherwise

STAHP IM BLUSHINGNSKSKMDMDNDNF like dnw to flood but also it seems p quiet so like. I may continue shouting inti the void about sticky toffee pastries and how harriet would nesrly lose her entire cool watching sonya sculpt marvels out of wispy spun caramel

Ugh thomqs watching newt knead dough, pressibg into it firmly with the heel of his hand, shaping it with deft touches, twistung and pulling ti create fsncy braids im.Just.

Thomas using minho and newt as taste testers. He comes into minho's shop one day while minho's on his break and newt's lingering after dropping off fresh scones.

"Try this," he says, pulling a small glass jar out of his bag.

Minho frowns. "That looks like snot."

"Shut up," thomas says, unscrewing the lid and shoving the concoction in his friend's face. "Taste."

Minho sticks a dubious finger in - so hygenic - and pops a dollop of the mint green substance in his mouth. Thomas watches, unable to suppress a triumphant smirk as minho's eyes widen. "So?" He prompts.

"Holy fuck," minho says, staring at the jar like it's worth its weight in gold. "That's good. Like, really good."

"You don't need to sound so surprised," thomas says, but laughter is already colouring his words as he turns and offers tje jar to newt.

Thomas enters newt's shop one day and heads strsight ti the kitchen as per usual. The noise of thr mixer drowns out the jingle of the door chime and newt doesn't look up from where he's kneading dough, apron a mess of dusty handprints and a smudge of flour on his jaw. Thomas leans agains the doorjamb and watches for a moment. Newt's back is mostly to him and he admires the long lines of him, the neat bow of the apron around a trim waist. He's humming under his breath as he works, a little off-key and all the more charming for it.

Newt turns the dough over one final time and sets it aside in a greased bowl which he covers with a handtowel. He turns and when he sees Thomas, the whole room lights up with the force of his grin.

"Hey Tommy."

Thomas works to unstick his throat. "Hey," he manages weakly, flashing what he hopes is a smile. His chest is suddenly alight with butterflies.

Dough is clearly not the only thing rising.

A one-woman channel flood? It's more likely than you think.

- minho as a coffee fanatic. Talking about pour-overs and the five elements of proper espresso. OMG there could be like a county fair and Thomas wants to enter his jams and win a prize so he can look good in front of Newt and win his flavour favour. But he gets so stressed about it ("shouldn't you cool it a bit?" Minho asks as thomas slams his fifth double espresso of the day.

Thomas doesnt seem to hear him. "Gotta go fast," he says.) that his jams turn out shit. Everything is despair.

But then, the next morning, a knock on his door. (Thomas isnt used to knocking. He and newt never knock; they just barge right into each others kitchens at this point. But this is his apartment.) He opens it and newt is there, a little uncertain but holding somethinf wrapprd in a teatowel. It's the best damn bread thomas has ever smelled. So he invites newt in and pushes the bitterness of the county fair down in his chest and they cut the bread (still warm). And its fucking delicious, the best thing thomas has ever tasted and he just looks at newt awestruck. "What's your secret?"

Newt actuslly blushes, mumbles something thomas doesnt catch. He leans forward. "What?"

"I said, things taste best when they're made with love." Newt is fully blushing now, the tips of his ears matching the gingham teatowel.

Thomas blinks. Surely he hadn't heard correctly. "Wait, you- oh. Oh."

[creatio-exnihilo-blog]

November 21 2017:

1. Seated in a taxi, I see a train approaching. The taxi driver swerves, and drives along the train tracks. The train is coming, not on the track we are on but the one directly next to us. It hits, scraping the side of the taxi and pushing us away. The train is still skimming aling side the taxi while the driver just continues driving it. It's shaking the entire side of the car, I'm in the passenger seat and the train is right next to me. I shuffle out of my chair and try to move towards the drivers seat. The train is practically scraping the side of the taxi.

There's another passenger in the back, the taxi speeds up and is now in front of the train, racing it. I look behind me, are you fucking insane? The train hits and pushes us along tje track, its not enough to kill us but its terrifying. I open the door and dive out of the moving car, at which point he swerves and stops the vehicle. The other passenger is obviously terrified too. Another taxi pulls up while I'm yelling at the driver, I look to the other taxi driver for reassurance, thinking he will surely scold this one for being so wreckless and quite frankly, fucking insane. But he just laughs, "we all do it! its fun!"

2. An old family friend was waiting on me. But her sister also needed me, I agreed to help. She was getting ready for a dance and wanted me to decide if she should wear a bra with her strapless dress. The dress looked shapeless and unflattering to say the least, and she had draped a dull, creme coloured jacket over top to cover her bra straps. I told her to take the bra off, and the jacket, which she did. Her boobs werent big enough to fill the breast pockets of the dress, and she kept accidentally revealing them. I get her to turn around and notice there a zip and a button to do it up, so i tighten her dress up and do up the zip and button. It definitely fits her shape a bit better now so I leave her to it.

Her sister is waiting for me at the library, glaring at me as she's been waiting for me to leave with. "I had to help your sister! Why are you still waiting here?" I tell her she could have text me or let me know she was waiting so I could have rushed over or let her know I was busy.

3. The Windows shone gold during the day, but it was approaching evening and it was time to leave. Tall pillars held up the grandiose ceiling, while two staircases ran around them and met up in the middle, leading to a balcony. It was huge, and open, the perfect place to throw your echo. My friend and I walk up one of the staircases. I grab the brass door handle and pull open the door, peeking through, ready to leave, ready to go home. In the fleeting daylight I see them. Hunting. Stalking.

Birds, hundreds of black birds, dead in the eyes, dripping blood, and looking for their next victims. I close the door again.

4. This one is... hard to write. It doesnt really make any sense or contain many physical aspects to write about..

It's dark, the moon is out. I'm scared, something is out there that could hurt us. We're racing around a dirt roundabout, a big one, with a large round pillar of dirt in the middle. Out the top grows some long, uncared for grass. Our friend is gone, and we are trying to reach her.  Trying to make contact with the Heavens, to hear a glimpse, a clue, as to where she is. We hear a woman talking, its almost like a walky talky except we dont actually physically have one. We deduct that our friend is in the Heavens, but we still want her back. I talk to.. a woman, faerie, angel?.. about it, and I said the person in the Heavens.. she led us to believe that our friend was there. The angel replies, "She? The ruler of Heaven isn't a She? That's Hell."