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drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy !!! let's spread a little sunshine ☀️ !

{ Aaaaah, hi Eden!!! Thank you so much for the sunflowers, lovely! Your pretty flowers make your wifey very happy! Imma go ahead and put them in a little vase so I can keep them forever! Expect to get this in return! }

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𓆩♡𓆪 — Listening to Kiwa's antics had somehow become a part of his daily routine, silently learning about the the new sorts of ways she managed to fuck something up (in ways he wasn't even aware were possible). In truth, it was a wonder how she managed to keep herself, let alone her younger brother, alive with just how bad she was at performing the daily tasks of an adult aside from making money. Hell, he could cook a full meal by the time he was six years old because if he didn't, the entire family would have starved — but he couldn't really apply that here, especially since their situations were completely different.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "Now you listen to me, Missy," he sighs, making sure to get comfortable against the lounge chair the two of them were sitting on before speaking, holding a glass of milk in a wine glass (since he couldn't exactly drink alcohol), "Shopping for groceries is a normal thing you're supposed to do as an adult regardless of a sale or not. Besides, most times the sale isn't even actually a sale. It's a scam to get you to pay the same amount of money for it by thinking you're paying less. For example, let's say that that there glass of wine you're drinking is a hundred dollars, but it's on sale for ninety-nine ninety-nine. That still makes it a hundred dollars because you always round up the ninety-nine cents." He can't believe he has to explain something like this to a grown ass adult, but here he was... doing it for the second time in a row after educating his husband on various topics. "And the word you're looking for is sophisticated, love."

𓆩♡𓆪 — Honestly now, sometimes he felt like he was mothering yet another child when Kiwa had these moments. He loved her, in fact, he loved her so very much. But god was she stupid. Perhaps more so than he had originally thought and that was in and of itself was a disaster. Regardless of that though, he would always do his best to try and properly educate her on the simpler things he was aware of because god knows if she'd even understand the more complex things.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "Aside from that though, you say this like shopping for groceries is a rare thing you do. You can't tell me that this was your first time shopping for food. Right? Right?!"

𓆩♡𓆪 — Oh, the look of complete and utter dismay upon his face was surely more than enough to make her feel a bit embarrassed.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "What have you been eating this whole time?! You'd better not say takeout either or so help me I'm going to beat you with one of your designer purses."

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❥ It had been just another night post putting children to bed, and they’d somehow once again ended up talking about Kiwa’s admittedly disastrous life. She’s always done her best as a nanny, and now more as a cool aunt, but…

“Listen ta me, man, listen,” she begins, sounding way too defensive for this to be anything that’s going to make sense, “‘m a like, super responsible n’… fuck, whas that other word? Tha ‘s’ one? Like, sophis…whatever. I purchased an entire vegetable last week n’ it wasn’t even on sale! Adultin’.”

Did she cook said vegetable? Attempted to. Burnt it to a crisp. Cried a little. Tried to eat it anyway and then cried more and threw it out. That’s not the important part though! She spent money on something that wasn’t a microwaved meal or art supplies!

“See? ‘Ve totally got my shit together!”

she does not.

“…. Don’t look at me like that. ‘M tryin’, okay?!”

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Arms are crossed over her chest as she stood atop the staircase, a playful grin on her features while she watched her little uninvited guest sneak in through the front doorway. The rain pouring outside brought all sorts of pests indoors to seek shelter, but it wasn't every day the rain brought in a human.

She took a few steps forward, green eyes scanning over the man now standing in her foyer. Soaked blonde hair caught her attention first. He certainly looked like he was a pretty one.. even from this distance. "Little lamb," her voice echoed down the stairway, "didn't anyone teach ya trespassin' is a crime?"

Though, perhaps it WAS her own fault for leaving the front doors unlocked.

She reaches the bottom of the staircase, a manicured hand extending to gesture towards the man. “Tsk, tsk…” she playfully scolds, “the rain once again bringin’ in strays..”

Though yes, the mansion she currently resided in DID look somewhat abandoned from the outside.. the inside was clearly not in the same state. Perhaps the outer appearance of the mansion, as well as the conveniently unlocked door, was INTENTIONAL… she certainly was eyeing the man like it was.

She smiles, fangs glinting in the firelight, “come here, intruder. Let me get a look at ya.”

// for Dimitri !!! Trying to get out of the rain and accidentally falling into a hot lady’s trap feels like some fuck shit he’d end up having to deal with tbh.

👑 — Perhaps he should have listened to Dedue and Felix when they warned him of the foreboding weather, assuring that it would be better for him simply wait until tomorrow to deliver his message to Claude? After all, it wasn't like he was suddenly going to disappear or anything that that sort. Yet instead of heeding their warnings, the blonde decided that he would be fine, just as he always had been whenever choosing to go against the wishes of a majority of his friends — hence why he was now stuck standing in the rain, growing completely soaked by the absolute downpour of droplets pelting aggressively against the top of his head — oh how he had wished that he'd listened to his friends, but it was far too late to start regretting his actions now.

👑 — Though it appeared that his luck wasn't all that bad once he'd noticed a seemingly desolate mansion, deciding that it would be best to take shelter inside rather than continue to stand outside during a storm, he quickly makes his way over to the entrance before giving the front door a gentle push to see whether or not it would budge... and to his surprise, the door wasn't locked. Very carefully, Dimitri takes a few steps inside before closing the door behind him, blue irises taking a moment to look around at his surroundings — perhaps the mansion wasn't as desolate as he had originally thought given the fair amount of furnishing inside, and not to mention there were even a few lit candles scattered about.

👑 — Those thoughts are quickly cast aside the moment he hears the voice of a woman speak, "O-Oh... My apologies," his voice sounds somewhat startled at first, "I wasn't aware that someone was living here. I was merely trying to escape the storm."

👑 — He makes sure to keep his hand rested upon the blue cloak wrapped around his shoulders (trying his best to stay in place so he wouldn't track water everywhere), after all, breaking something by mistake because of the fact he couldn't see very well wasn't something that he wanted to add to his list of things he'd done by mistake today. He's able to make out faint movement on the woman's end, but even squinting wasn't proving to be of much help. "I had no intention of breaking into your home," it wasn't like the mansion had much of anything he didn't already have back home, "and I'm not here to try and steal anything either."

👑 — He opens his mouth as if he were going to say something else, but nothing comes forth, thus why he chooses to remain silent as she continues to seemingly scold him for his actions. Oh how he feels the shame of a child getting chastised for misbehaving by his mother. He can't help the color that begins to take over his features, doing his best to somewhat cast his gaze downward so the other wouldn't be able to see him, yet it seems that even that would be harder than he thought given the fact she just asked him to come closer so she could see him.

👑 — He hesitates for a moment, taking a few steps forward into the soft glow of the fireplace before letting a small hum escape from slightly parted lips, making sure to keep his gaze lowered. "Is... Is this alright? I don't... I don't want to get too close," mainly for his own sake, "after all... it would be rude to invade too much of your personal space."

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{ Not me being heavily tempted to add the various other Rent-A-Boyfriend OCs I have that are affiliated with the Rent-A-Boyfriend business Kumaroo works at part-time... }

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“I’m about to act inappropriately and I formally apologize.” / kiwa @ kumaroo again

𓆩♡𓆪 — The expression found upon the male's face is something that the other has surely seen quite often, not quiet annoyance but at the same time not quite surprise, instead it was more a mixture of expected acknowledgement. Truthfully, he had grown accustomed to listening to the other say things that he normally wouldn't expect to come out of someone that looked like her's mouth, but that assumption was quickly cast aside the more he spoke to her. Not to mention Kiwa had a habit of behaving rather inappropriately at the worst possible times. He could very clearly recall just how many times he had to get them out of a very questionable situation that his female companion had gotten them into. How the two of them haven't gotten picked up by any type of authority is beyond him, he merely chalked it up to simply being lucky. It was already bad enough that she was trying to get him to behave younger than he actually was, he didn't need to slip back into bad habits from his youth.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "Now before we start behaving inappropriately, does this happen to be about some man or woman that you find ridiculously attractive?" He takes a moment to reposition himself upon the rocking chair located outside on the front porch, crossing one leg over his knee while the other remained on the floor, pushing gently to begin the chair's movement — carefully shifting Erina into one of his arms as he places a thin cloth over her body to obscure her from view, blue irises drifting away for a moment to watch as Ezekiel toddled on past and wrapped an arm around Kiwa's leg mindlessly — allowing a small sigh to escape from parted lips before he continues speaking, "Or does this happen to be about some kind of work drama? Like that bitch who keeps trying to steal your fashion designs. Is this about her?"

𓆩♡𓆪 — Normally he would watch his language around his children, but Ezekiel was only a year old and was far too distracted by... whatever it was he was staring at off in the distance (as he rather absentmindedly chewed on his fist) and Erina didn't understand anything to begin with due to being a newborn still, now if his other children were nearby... that would be a different story. "Regardless of what it is, you know that I am always more than willing to hear you out. Even if most of it is completely unhinged nonsense and out of pocket."

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“I JUST TEXTED THE WRONG PERSON AMATEUR LESBIAN PORN GOTTA BE THE GREATEST.” / kiwa to kumaroo LMAOOOO

𓆩♡𓆪 — There's a rather loud gurgling choking sound that comes from the shorter male causing for tea to spew from his mouth and land on the table he was sitting at, placing the tea cup down as quickly as he could as his free hand desperately tried to cover his mouth to catch the remaining liquid that dripped from his chin. He takes a few moments to grasp at the folded pile of napkins on the table, thoroughly cleaning himself off before wiping down the mess on the once clean table. Once he's finished, he places his free hand upon the table and gives the other the most bewildered look one could ever possibly imagine, other hand coming to rest upon his hip in a seemingly judgemental fashion.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "What on earth were you even talking about to mention something like that anyway?" He really did love Kiwa a great deal, but no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to understand her unpredictable antics. Perhaps the rather large age gap was to blame for such a thing? Not to mention he wasn't exactly raised like how most people were, he had always been far more serious than he needed to be. "And why the hell did it have to be about lesbian porn at that!? Do people your age not talk about normal things anymore? Like... I don't know, maybe the weather or about paying your bills in a timely fashion?"

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@angelatelier continued from here.

𓆩♡𓆪 — It was a wonder how he had managed to find someone willing to be a nanny of sorts for his family, someone that was willing to dedicate themselves to helping him cater to eleven children with all sorts of varying tastes and dislikes — not to mention once they'd discovered the history of his ex-husband (given he and his half-brother turned out to be mass murders without him ever suspecting a thing), that was usually all it took for them to instantly reject his requests of assistance — because no matter how much money he offered to pay them... nobody wanted to be affiliated with a family linked to two serial killers. Whether or not Kumaroo or his children were even aware of the fact or not, it didn't matter to society. In their eyes, they were all guilty by default no matter how young or old they were. He was certain that it was only a matter of time before Kiwa decided the harsh treatment they'd receive outside wasn't worth the hassle and leave. He wouldn't blame her, though. In the end... everyone always leaves him.

𓆩♡𓆪 — But much to his dismay, she kept turning up at his door every single time he required her assistance. Always ready to help with a smile on her face, always ready to encourage him to vent out his frustrations with his current situation, always there to comfort him when he'd cry his heart out about his husband's choice to kill instead of live happily with the family he had created. It was in that moment he'd realized that Kiwa had become more than just a simple nanny or babysitter, she'd become someone he could depend on for help and support when he needed it. She had become one of his best friends, and in extent, a member of his family. Hence why he always did whatever her could in turn to show her his support, helping to sponsor her brand when he could and even rep some of the things she'd design with his children.

𓆩♡𓆪 — There's a faint chuckle that escapes his lips when hearing Kiwa speak, taking a small sip of his tea from the cup in his hand, "What do you expect? Most of them are in their terrible toddling years. They're curious about everything and want to push the boundaries of what they're capable of, just like their father." Their father had always been a hardheaded and stubborn man even during his childhood, always eager to fight with someone for what he believed in no matter who tried to shoot him down or what people said to him or about him. One of the prime reasons Kumaroo had fallen so hard for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Though the sudden poke to his forehead catches him off guard, earning a somewhat gurgled snort on his end (due to the fact he was still drinking tea). "I know, I know, I just figured you'd maybe wanna spend time with someone else for once, you know? I'm pretty old after all, and you're still really young, most people would probably find our friendship rather strange." In truth, most people would probably think that he was keeping her here against her will, at least until they'd realize just how big she was compared to him, then perhaps they would think otherwise. Regardless though, he was somewhat glad to hear Kiwa's response to his earlier statement, because it certainly helped to make him feel more reassured. Granted most people would probably believe there may be some kind of sugar daddy relationship going on here, given just how wealthy he was now.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "We? I think your brain is a little too fried after how long we just wrangled children. The only old one here is me, missy. You're only twenty-five, I'm sitting at a whopping fourty-two."

𓆩♡𓆪 — Though he couldn't argue about the fact that watching a movie and taking a nap immediately afterwards sounded like a nice idea. God only knows when one of the children will waking up crying.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "That doesn't sound like a bad idea though..."

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;; … SHIT MY KIDS (friends both aged 19) HAVE SAID (ft myself and their mother) , A PROMPTS LIST :

“Your body is NOT a temple.” “Their body is a fucking clown car.”

“Now that I’m done overreacting— *discord cutting out robot noises*”

“I could get hit by a car and they’d lean over my bloodied body and be like: don’t you dare go wasting my money.”

“I hope you get eaten by a freaking crab.”

“This is the skill issue they speak of in the Bible.”

“I’m not like you, I’m a ✨maiden✨ in love.”

“what IS a pope?” “it’s like the masked singer. But we all know who he is. And he doesn’t sing.”

“He looks like a scrub daddy that’s been through a lot.”

“I’m about to act inappropriately and I formally apologize.”

“They didn’t even achieve that.” “You’re from a long line of disappointments. Glad to see you’re keeping it up.”

“I don’t like you…. I don’t like when you make sense.”

“That doesn’t affect me because I don’t know what that is!”

“Why did that door just open by itself?” “It’s the word of god.”

“hey that’s an insane thing to say. I think that should be illegal to say. I think you should be in jail for that.”

“Nuns go to church, right?”

“She’s got enough toxic masculinity to be my dad.”

“Is Christmas coming up?” (SAID IN APRIL.)

“What’s a man whore?” “A MAN THATS A WHORE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? ITS IN THE NAME.”

“There’s this thing you might not understand, [name], called post nut clarity-”

“you know what a jelly bean is but not a queef?”

“I JUST TEXTED THE WRONG PERSON AMATEUR LESBIAN PORN GOTTA BE THE GREATEST.”

“Babe, why did I randomly get Lois griffin impressions? Not complaining. Just curious.”

“Do I need to bust out the baby Mozart?”

“Don’t fucking shush me. I’ll kill you.”

“Do you want a fucking cookie? Do your job.”

“I just shut up and took my scrap metal like a good boy.”

“Titties so deathly call her the boobonic plague.”

“Wisdom is chasing you but I fear you are faster.”

“Time to whip out that tissue with that one liquid that knocks you out!” “CHLOROFORM?!?!”

“Speak now or forever hold your own cock.”

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{ Gonna try to work a bit more on Kumaroo's icons since I can't seem to muster any motivation for writing any of my drafts at the moment. }

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𓆩♡𓆪 — "Seriously?" He blinks slowly, staring in silence for what feels like a good solid minute before speaking again, "You don't know what candy is?" At first, Kumaroo wasn't sure if the other was just trying to get a reaction out of him or if he was being genuine with his question, but after some time of staring at the clear confusion on his features (or at least what features he could see anyway)... he merely lets out a small sigh. "It's generally a sugary confection made of... well... sugar, along with other sweeteners. Sometimes it's chocolate, sometimes it's fruity, sometimes it even has nuts. Most times they're made into various different shapes and even come in different sizes depending on what you want."

𓆩♡𓆪 — He takes a moment to dig around in the pockets of his pants, pulling out various small objects — folded pieces of paper, a pink pacifier, a few spare coins, until he finally managed to pull out a little cube shaped object wrapped in baby pink wrapping — a small hum escaping from his lips as he took the cube between his index finger and thumb, shoving everything else back into his pocket before taking hold of the other's hand and rotating it so his palm was facing upward as he placed the cube shaped object into it. "It's called a caramel square," he speaks softly as he continues to explain, "and it has a very sticky texture to it so be careful not to get it on your clothes. One of my daughters gave it to me, but given that you seem to have never had candy before... I don't think she'd mind that I let you have it instead."

" Candy? What is that? "

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{ I'm sorry if this is considered annoying, but I'm always worried about whether or not I'm bothering people by constantly sending asks or replying to starters or whatever so could those of you that see this do me a favor and like/comment on this post to let me know you don't mind me doing this? }

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What color does your love feel like?

Deep staining red.

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

Tagged by: @iwasprogrammedtolove Tagging: @angelatelier, @inseparableduo, @instantcopycat, @chrysalisgaze, @heavensxgates

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{ Help. This option in this quiz is WAY more Dickson coded than I would like it to be. I'm filing an official complaint for hurting me like this. }

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𓆩♡𓆪 — The sudden sound of someone coughing causes the raven to tense ever so slightly, blue irises slowly drifting off to the side until they'd managed to land upon another much taller male — observing how he practically ripped the mask from off his face, clearly struggling to catch his breath due to the harshness of said coughing (it reminded him of how badly his ex-husband always sounded whenever he'd catch a cold) — left hand holding onto a freshly bought canister of warm tea while the right seemingly struggled with balancing a disorganized bag thrown over his shoulder. "As someone with various children, being sick is the norm." He pauses for a moment after speaking, almost as if he was debating on what to say next, so instead he turns to face the other directly before offering forward the canister of tea. "Why don't you drink something warm? It'll help keep your throat from becoming too dry and cracking from the inside out. And if you're worried about me having taken a drink from it, don't. It's sealed and hasn't been opened yet."

𓆩♡𓆪 — He keeps the canister extended outward, giving it a small but determined shake to show that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

There was a dry, scraping cough as Vesper yanked his face mask down with two fingers, letting it hang just beneath his jaw. The air was cold against his skin, but the relief was brief. He sniffed once, eyes half-lidded as they flicked sideways toward whoever had the audacity to look at him right now. " What? "He added, his voice coated with nothing more than irritation. " Never seen someone sick before? "

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{ On another note though, I completely forgot how... bad (for lack of a better word) the art style for the early chapters of Attack on Titan were. I haven't gone back to reread them since the manga ended, but I have an OC with Levi as a face claim and...

Why does my man look more like an emo teenager with insomnia and eye creases than a man who's actually thirty? Hajime really made you look cute as hell in the future when the art style improved. I got too spoiled. }

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I know we aren’t close but I do like seeing you around and I hope this cheers you up a bit

{ Thank you for being so sweet to send me something, hun. I'm sorry I took a bit to get to it. I was trying to kinda distract myself for a while so I didn't end up bumming people out, so hopefully you can forgive me for that. But I wouldn't say that we aren't close! I just have a very low and difficult social battery that's extremely hard for me to manage due to a lot of... social trauma... I have that was caused by people either constantly using me or humiliating me and abandoning me afterwards from the time I was a child so it's just hard for me to hold conversations most times. It doesn't help that even my own mother has done this to me along with various other family members, so I often think I'm not good enough for anyone to the point of closing myself off completely. It's made me extremely socially awkward and I ended up with severe anxiety/paranoia because of it. I'm very sorry if I've ever made you feel like we aren't close or good enough friends because of that. Please know that I do appreciate you very much, especially since I'm someone who gets easily attached to people I consider my friends. }

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{ Guess it's just one of those various weeks where I feel like shit and wonder why I'm still here on Tumblr after all these years. }