#♚ — cookie !

[crescentmp3]

just remembered that one dream i had. i was in a very large mall searching for cookie ( the plushie ) because i had lost him and was concerned that he got lost ( he was sentient ) and so i was searching for him and then there was this one section of the store where so many different sorts of cookies were being sold in little boxes. . . cookie was a species. . . of plushie . . .

[tazmilyxfamily]

@innsmaw​ inquired:

“I thought violence would be the answer.” (from Reynardine the fox to Dark Choco!)

HEARTBREAKING S/TEVEN U/NIVERSE SENTENCE STARTERS

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Dark Choco, who’d been staring into his half empty wooden mug, lifted his head at the sound of another voice. He’d been so deep in contemplation that he’d completely missed the rustling of the bushes, which he internally chided himself for. For all the things being free made easier, it was the opposite for others. With his head so clear so suddenly, he was much more capable of slipping into his thoughts and sifting through them than before; such a habit that would surely land him in hot water if he didn’t fix it.

But that was then, and this was now.

Expecting to meet the eyes of a stranger, that was exactly what Dark Choco would get as he peered out from under his cloak and towards the other end of the log bench.

It was a little strange to sit down and admit to something so personal, but the former prince supposed he’d been no better. He shifted in place. His leg, bandaged after a short fall he’d taken earlier, smarted.

"I thought that way myself, once...” Dark Choco admitted in return, “For so much of my life, I only sought more and more power. It was the power to help people, at first, but in the end all I was was... violence. I was cursed both literally and figuratively to be the perpetuation of a cycle rather than a solution.”

He sighed. The sound was equal parts satisfied and still troubled.

“It’s only after years that I broke free, and only recently. No matter how similar your own predicament is, when or if you get the opportunity to move on seems to never be certain...”

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[lavenderlegends]

say, don't go

ship: stiles/derek prompt: memories characters: lydia, jackson, scott, isaac, boyd, erica, allison, kira, malia, danny cw: n/a tags: light angst, fluff, stiles leaves the pack, christmas word count: 2.5k ao3 ♞♚♞♚

Stiles stares out the window of the train. He fidgets with the receipt for his ticket in his hands. Crumpling, uncrumpling, ripping tiny pieces, and eventually, shoving it into his backpack's side pocket. He swallows, but there's a lump in his throat, and he doesn't know if he can breathe anymore.

He stands up under the guise of stretching his legs, and then sits down again. Squirms. He should've taken his ADHD and anti-anxiety meds, but he was so nervous about today that it slipped his mind completely.

"Excuse me," a voice comes from beside him. Stiles looks at the young girl in the seat next to him. She eyes his bouncing knee. "Do you mind not doing that? You're making me nervous."

"Sorry," he mumbles. He tries his best to stop, but it starts up again. He gives her an apologetic look and then looks back out the window.

It's mostly trees, and he wishes that it was more distracting.

They slow down to the next stop, and the girl beside him takes someone else's seat.

Stiles inhales sharply. Just outside his window, a perfect Christmas tree. He can't help himself. He's transported back, back to before he left Beacon Hills.

♞♚♞♚

"What do you think you're doing?" Lydia asks, laughing. She wraps her fingers around his wrist and tries to pull him in another direction. "C'mon, I have a gut-feeling the perfect Christmas tree is this way."

"No," Stiles says, shaking his head. He comes to a stop. "It's right there. Look at it. It's perfect."

"Perfect?" Lydia echoes. She stares at the tree before Stiles. "Actually... it just might be. Okay, I'll tell Jackson we want this one."

"Okay." Stiles lets her go and circles the tree to ensure that it really is perfect. He beams when Lydia shows up with Jackson. "This is the one."

Jackson inspects it before nodding. "Yep. It is. Stiles, bring the car around front?"

"Sure."

He makes his way through the tree farm and jingles Jackson's keys in his hand. It's going to be brilliant. Derek will never see it coming.

About a half hour later, they arrive at the Hale House. It's a little cold, a little empty. But it's big, beautiful, and ready to be loved again.

"Alright, I'll ask Scott to help me with the tree," Jackson says, giving Stiles a clap on the shoulder. "You go make sure everything else is in place."

"Bless," Stiles mutters as he jogs into the house. He's instantly hit with the aromas of food. Really, really good food. "God, it smells good."

"Doesn't it?" Scott asks, appearing in the living room archway. "Does Jackson need help with the tree?"

"Yeah."

"On it." Scott pauses before slipping out the front door. "This is really something that you're doing for him."

"It's nothing," Stiles says, unsure how to handle the sweet moment.

"It's something," Scott reassures him before leaving.

Stiles makes his way down the hallway to the kitchen. He grins. Erica and Boyd are blaring Christmas songs and laughing with each other.

Boyd catches sight of Stiles and nods silently, and Erica spins around. She's beaming. "Stilinski, reporting for duty."

He laughs. "How's it going, Reyes?"

"Great. The turkey is in the oven. The mashed potatoes are mashed. The beans are dressed. The--"

Boyd puts his arms around Erica's waist and she stops short to kiss his cheek.

"Everything is going to plan," Boyd says, grinning. "Kira and Allison will take over with the cookies soon."

Stiles grins back. "Speaking of... where are they?"

"Family room," Erica and Boyd answer in unison.

"Perfect." Stiles blows them kisses and they go back to work. He swings around into the family room where Danny is bent before the new electric fireplace. "Danny, my boy, how's it going?"

"Great," Danny answers, flicking a button. The electric fireplace roars to life.

"Amazing." He glances around. Kira, Allison, and Malia are giggling in the corner. "What's going on?"

Kira spins around first, her face red. "Nothing. Nothing. We were just..."

"We can't find this ugly doll's clothes," Malia answers, showing him a hideous doll.

"Uh..."

"It was Cora's," Allison explains. "She left explicit instructions that it was to make an appearance at the party."

"But it's naked," Kira adds, before she starts laughing nervously.

"Cora would hide all the clothes," Stiles says, shaking his head. "Maybe check with Laura where she might have put them before she left for New York?"

"On it!" Malia says, setting the doll back down.

"The decorations look amazing," Stiles murmurs, as he really allows himself to take in the room.

"Honestly, Derek had a lot of really great stuff in the shed," Allison tells him. "And anything we didn't find, Scott went out and bought."

"Nice." Stiles swings his thumb over his shoulder. "I think Erica and Boyd are cleaning up the kitchen for the cookies."

"Ooh, yay!" Kira says, grabbing Allison's hand. They rush past him.

Malia says, "Laura has an idea. Apparently, Cora has a secret back to her closet. I'll go check."

Stiles nods.

"Where do you want the tree?" Jackson's deep voice comes suddenly.

"And please answer fast, it's heavy!" Scott chimes in.

Stiles laughs. "That corner, please."

"I'll go get the decorations," Danny calls out.

Stiles helps Jackson and Scott set up the tree. Jackson and Scott chat about nothing of importance, so Stiles zones out and makes sure that every branch is placed perfectly.

Danny and Scott decorate the tree, and Stiles would be worried, but they know how important this is. They hang everything with extra care, and ask Stiles for direction multiple times.

♞♚♞♚

An hour later, everything is in place.

"Where's Isaac and Derek?" Stiles mutters, looking at the time on his phone.

"Coming up the drive right now," Jackson announces from the window.

"Places, people!" Lydia calls out. She turns to Stiles and says, "You ready for your big surprise?"

"Not in the slightest," Stiles mutters.

He moves towards the front door, and takes a deep breath. He had given the pack strict instructions to leave the front foyer the same. It's all part of the surprise.

It feels like forever until the front door swings open. Derek steps in, Isaac following close behind. Derek frowns.

"Stilinski, what are you up to?"

Stiles laughs. "Nothing. We just borrowed your kitchen to make cookies. That's all."

"Oh." Derek shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up. "Fine, but can you ask permission next time? You forget how potent the cookie scent is when Allison and Kira bake. They use so much sugar. It's sickenly sweet."

That's what I'm counting on, Stiles thinks. He grins. "Sure. Want to join us for a game in the family room?"

Derek glances at Isaac, who shrugs innocently. "...sure."

Stiles can't wait.

It's his best present ever.

He trails behind Derek and Isaac and despite expecting it, startles when everyone shouts "Surprise!"

"What--" Derek stammers. "What is this?"

"Merry Christmas," Stiles whispers beside him.

Everyone comes out from their hiding spots, settling into various places in the family room, and Derek turns to Stiles. "You did this?"

"Yeah. Couldn't have you celebrating Christmas all by yourself, now, could we?" Stiles asks, grinning.

"Oh my god," Derek mutters, looking over Stiles' shoulder. "Did Cora tell you about that doll?"

"Huh?" Stiles glances back and then says, "Yeah. Why?"

"It used to give me nightmares," Derek mutters. Stiles laughs, surprising himself. Derek takes a deep breath and says, "You know Cora and Laura are just in New York. It's not like they're... gone."

"I know." Stiles leans into Derek as Danny passes him. "We just wanted to do something for you. Make sure you knew that we'll always be a pack."

"I don't know what to say, Stiles. The place looks great." Derek glances around. "Thank you."

"Any time, bud."

Derek's face falls, and Stiles isn't sure what he did wrong. He takes a breath before adding, "Erica and Boyd made dinner."

"Amazing," Derek says, but it sounds different. Like he's not excited at all.

"Stiles, come settle an argument!" Jackson calls out.

"What makes you think I'm siding with you?" Stiles calls back. He pauses and says, "I'll be back."

"Sure," Derek says, as Kira comes bouncing up and wraps her arms around him.

Stiles walks over to settle an argument, and can't help but feel that saying goodbye to Derek is going to be harder than he expected.

♞♚♞♚

Now, it's a year later, and Stiles is on the train back to Beacon Hills. The train starts moving, snapping him out of the memory. He swallows. Telling Derek that night that he had been given a job offer in Vancouver had been hard.

Derek hadn't yelled. Hadn't even blamed him for leaving. He'd simply said, "That's why you did this. It's a goodbye party."

Stiles squirms, just thinking of it now.

And three hours later, he's getting off the train. He'd texted the almost defunct pack chat that he'd be getting home now. Scott assured him someone would be here to pick him up.

He just didn't expect it to be Derek.

"What--" Stiles starts and falters. He almost trips. "Derek?"

"Hey, Stilinski." It's said so flatly.

"Hi. I wasn't..."

"Expecting me?" Derek finishes for him when he trails off. "Yeah, well. Everyone else just conveniently happen to be busy."

"Can..."

"Let's go," Derek interrupts. He turns around and stalks off towards the parking lot. Stiles scrambles to follow him.

It's not until they're in the safety of Derek's Corvette that he manages to catch his breath. Seeing Derek after all this time... it's so hard.

He keeps getting flashes of memories. Of how he'd been so excited for the job opportunity. How everyone encouraged him to go, follow his dreams, and that Derek would be fine. If Derek had only said, "Don't go." Stiles would've happily stayed in Beacon Hills.

But Derek hadn't said anything. In fact, Derek had ignored every text, every midnight call, every olive branch.

"Can we talk?" Stiles asks, as they pull out of the parking lot.

"How are you?"

"No. Like... talk. Talk about how you haven't said a damn word to me since last year and--"

"And how you said we'd always be a pack and then ran away?" Derek interrupts. "Sure, we can talk about that."

"Derek, please." Stiles hates pleading, but he misses his best friend. He's about to tell him as much when Derek snorts. Anger flares up in Stiles. "Why are you acting like me leaving was the end of the pack?"

"Because it was." Derek glances at Stiles and hesitates before pulling his gaze back to the road. "Did you not get the memo?"

"Clearly not! What are you talking about!" Stiles shouts, hating that he's raising his voice to Derek.

Derek sighs and then explains. "After you left, the pack sort of disbanded. Everyone just got busy with their own thing. Lydia and Jackson travelled. Danny sort of faded out completely. Erica and Boyd do their own thing. Scott and Allison are focused on their vet clinic. Kira and Malia moved out of town. Isaac... who the fuck knows where he is or what he's doing these days. Last I heard he got a job at an autobody shop."

Stiles blinks. "What... what are you talking about?"

"You were the glue," Derek mutters. "And when you left, it all fell apart. Didn't you notice that the pack group chat hasn't been used in over six months before you decided to waltz back in?"

"I--" Stiles starts, but Derek's on a roll.

"Didn't you think about us?" he asks. Then quieter, "Didn't you think about me?"

"Of course, I did!" Stiles argues. "That's why I threw that huge Christmas party at your place! So, you'd know you'd never be alone."

Derek snorts. "Look at how well that turned out."

"Derek, I'm sorry, but..." Stiles frowns and rubs his face. "I didn't know. I had no idea. If I could go back in time, I would! I wouldn't go to Vancouver. I would stay right here."

"Would you?"

He's had a lot of time to think about this and nods. "Yeah. Yeah. I would. And you wanna know why?"

"Why?" Derek snaps.

"I miss you."

Derek's eyes are glued to the road, and Stiles wonders what he's thinking. There used to be a time when he'd just know. When they were in sync.

But the truth is out there now, so he might as well keep talking. "I miss you, you idiot. I miss how you'd show up at my bedroom window at the strangest hours, and sometimes, you had updates on situations, and sometimes... you just wanted some company. I miss how you always, always control the music in the car even though that is totally a passenger's responsibility."

Derek's lips twitch. Slightly. But it's enough for him to keep going.

"I miss the way you kept me on my toes. I never knew if you'd finally admit how you felt about me, or if I was making all the signs up in my head. I miss the way I would silently beg you to kiss me, and you'd be too busy laughing to notice. I miss the way you hug and smell and I miss the way you loved me."

Stiles lets out a deep breath.

Derek doesn't look at him, but simply pulls up in front of Stiles' dad's house.

"I never meant to hurt you, Derek." He swallows hard. "I just... I was going mad with confusion. I took the job because I thought maybe I'd take some space and sort out my thoughts. But I'm not over it. I don't think I'm ever going to be over you."

"Would you shut up?" Derek asks, but his voice is soft and there's no anger in it. "I'm processing."

Stiles nods, because he knows Derek needs time to sort out his thoughts. After all, it's a lot of information to receive at once.

But he starts to fidget. And his knee starts bouncing. And he can't contain himself much longer.

"I... I didn't know that you felt the same way," Derek finally says.

Stiles' lips part but he closes them. It's Derek's turn now.

"I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."

"You know, if you had told me to stay, I would've." Stiles rubs his hands together. "I loved you."

"Loved?"

"Love," Stiles corrects. "I loved you then, and I love you now."

"And tomorrow?" Derek asks, softly.

"And tomorrow, I'll love you."

Derek's lips twitch into a smile and that's all Stiles ever needed to see. He doesn't hesitate this time. Doesn't worry that he's making a huge mistake. Because he knows. Deep down, he knows that it was always meant to be him and Derek.

They're kissing and it's glorious and beautiful and hot and sexy and all the treasures at once.

"I love you too," Derek murmurs. "Quit your job. Move back. Come home."

"Boy, do I have good news for you," Stiles whispers, laughing. Derek tilts his head. "I quit my job two weeks ago."

Derek grins.

It's not everything they have to work through, Stiles knows, but for now, it's enough.

"We have a pack to get back together!" Stiles announces.

"Tomorrow," Derek says, before pulling him into another kiss.

♞♚♞♚

[thesofiavaldez]

Stalker Much || Sofia&Bohdi

♚ She'd done it a few times now. On days when she didn't have work and Micah did, when Nohemi was busy with school. Maybe it was weird. Or rather it was definitely weird. Still Sofia was sat in the same coffee shop where she had found herself distraught, waiting for her sister, and comforted by a stranger. She'd never got his information, not his phone number, not even a full name, so she'd not known what to do to reach out. Other than sitting in that same cafe whenever she could, hoping he might simply stop by. The town was small enough that she thought...maybe.

♚ Each time she brought with her a container of cookies, or 'biscuits' as they seemed to keep calling them in Fenrir, and probably the rest of the UK. The current was a typical cookies, Oreos, however it was potentially an unfamiliar flavour - Dirt Cake. She hoped they would amuse him, if that was all they did, but she knew there was more to why she was so set on meeting him again. Trust.

♚ Even as she sat there, contemplating how crazy it was that she was essentially stalking this grown adult man - that she still believed she could take in a fight - she couldn't will herself to leave, because people she trusted was something she felt she was lacking since her arrival. Bohdi's actions had been selfless, so far as she had assessed, no repercussions had come of sharing with him, he hadn't spoken to her for self interest, or the interest of some ruling body. Sofia just wanted to feel whole in the town and while she liked Nish she didn't trust him, and while she knew Topher's intentions were good she also knew it would be fucked to put the entirety of her security in the town on one person. Afterall, Sofia knew while it would be unfair to Micah and Nohemi they would leave if she put up a fuss, they didn't help her feel welcome the way she knew she needed to so she could call Fenrir home.

♚ With a deep inhale Sofia raised her gaze, looking to the door as a bell chimed to signal someone entering.

@bodhimohan

[enterrandomname]

Child!Cyrus x Child!Reader (Platonic) (Polar Express AU bcuz why not)

Word Count: 582 words

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Standing outside in just a robe, Cyrus stared up at the man who held a lantern in his hand. “Well,” He said. “You coming?” Cyrus blinked at him, placing his hands in his robe pockets. “Where am I supposed to go?” He said, kicking some of the snow on the ground.

“Why the North Pole, of course!” The train Conductor exclaimed. He gestured to the words written along the side of the train. “This is The Polar Express!” He blankly stared at the Conductor. “The North Pole?”

The Conductor smacked his lips. “Hold this, please.” He handed the lantern over to Cyrus. “Thank you.” He said, getting a clipboard from inside the entrance of the train. “Is this you?” He turned the clipboard around and showed it to him. Cyrus leaned a bit forward. “Yes?”

“Well it says here… No photo with a department store Santa, no letter to Santa. And you didn’t bother putting milk and cookies. Mm-mm.” The Conductor shook his head. “It sounds to me like this is your crucial year. If I were you, I would think about climbing onboard.”

Cyrus shook his head before taking a step back. “Come on, come on, come on. I’ve got a schedule to keep…” The Conductor sighed. “Suit yourself.” The whistle blew once the Conductor entered the train.

The train soon began to move, Cyrus thought about it for a second or two before he ran after the train. He grunted as he grabbed onto the handle, gripping it as if his life depended on it, which it did. He felt someone’s hand grab onto his, helping him up onto the train. The Conductor patted his shoulder before gesturing him to the passenger car.

'Cause that's the way things happen On the Polar Express Whoo, whoo, the whistle blows. That's the sound of her singing Ding, ding, the bell will ring Golly, look at her go. You wonder if we'll get there soon. Anybody's guess

'Cause that's the way things happen On the Polar Express When we get there, we’ll scream, "Yay!"

We'll arrive with A bang, bang, bang Boom, boom, boom Laughing all the way With a comfy seat and lots to eat Boy, it's just the best. I wish it wouldn't ever have to end with a little luck; we'll be on time. There's no need to stress.

'Cause that's the way things happen On the Polar Express

Cyrus took a seat as he listened to the kids around him sing and play around.

——————✧◦♚◦✧——————⋆

You waved at the blue-haired kid that sat next to you. He awkwardly waved back and scooted a bit further away from you. You noticed this but gave him the space he wanted. “I’m (Y/N)! What’s your name?” You asked, a small smile forming on your face.

“I’m.. Cyrus.” He mumbled shyly looking away. He placed his hands on his lap as he tried to distract himself. The one minute ilence was soon interrupted by your voice. “Aren’t you excited to see Santa, Cyrus? Do you think he’s going to get us anything we ask for?” You questioned, swinging your legs back and forth.

Cyrus could only shrug, despite not believing in Santa. He leaned his head against his seat; he could hear you humming but didn’t pay any mind to it. A tap on his head forced him to open his eyes. A huff escaped his lips as he looked up at the red-haired boy that was standing on the seat in front of him.

“Do you know what kind of train this is?”

[kinglyisms]

♚ — @lured-into-wonderland ;; Eric & Nunnally. ❛  why me?  ❜ 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

   Eric has no idea why she keeps coming back when it was clear that she was confused and more than likely didn’t want to be here. But she does, she comes back every so often with her questions and her confusion. Sometimes she hangs out in the office with Eric, other times she’s downstairs in the kitchen with Zero, helping him out. Zero likes her a lot, but he tends to like everyone. Surely it doesn’t mean anything that Zero enjoys her company so much. 

   Adriel had never met Eric’s wife, and he can’t read Nunnally’s soul without her permission. So he tells him that she could be distantly related to her, a reincarnation or something else entirely. That’s all he has to offer Eric and none of it is comforting. He wishes that the Angel could have just read her soul and given him a straight answer, something to settle the thoughts running through his head. 

   Today she had spent some time in the kitchen, Zero and her making cookies and other baked sweets. Artemis was eagerly carrying an entire tray of lemon bars to his room apparently, and if it keeps his father from causing problems he really doesn’t care. They brought some of the cookies up here with tea and he isn’t much of a sweets person, but he’ll probably eat a couple just to make them happy. He glances over toward Nunnally as she prepares her own tea and then the silence that always settles over them does once again. 

   Eric leaves it at that too, silent and tense as he sips his own tea, a book open in his lap. He turned a page in the book with his thumb when he finally heard her ask that question. There’s a hundred and more different ways to answer that question. He is certainly colder toward her than anyone else, but not impolite or straight out rude. He doesn’t kick her out because it’s clear he wants her here, but he doesn’t want her here at the same time. 

   He doesn’t know how to answer it though.

   Words don’t quite explain the thoughts that run through his head over it. So he closes the book and sets it down on the table beside him with the teacup. He stood from the chair and reached behind his neck, unclasping the chain hidden beneath the collar of his white button down shirt. The well taken care of, very old locket, is held by the chain and dropped into her open palm. 

   He doesn’t meet her gaze as he turns to leave the room. “Figure it out yourself.”

[kinsonas]

★ Devil Cookie ★

Devil in the Theme Park Costume ; carnivals ; sharp objects ; for anon! ♚ ★ / ★ / ★ / ★ / ★ / ★ / ★ / ★ ♚

[battlexworned]

Send me a ♚ if you like my writing

// Whispers Ironhide is so cool and you write a smoking hot dad/veteran soldier hide and I love reading your rps ahhh -goes back to lurking-

* WAIT NOO DONT LURK COME BACK I HAVE COOKIES-

* I’m so glad that my portrayal is hot dad worthy cause this bitch is so fine MWAHAHAH

* And YOU SEEM COOL TOO, the way you write your muse is so babygirl vibes I love it

[fairytalefragments]

i just love how much care you put into every request, it's honestly so heartwarming😭 could i please request a stardust cookie stimboard with themes of the universe, starts and constelations, please? please feel free to deny it!

♚ | Posted!

✦ anon i need you to know i have been thinking abt this message ever since you sent it it's made me sooooo happy to know how much care i put into the requests i get is actually being recognised i appreciate it so much!!! but yes i was more than happy to do this for you! i haven't seen this cookie before but i love their design! and i hope you like the board!! thanks for requesting, have a great day!

[faithfullyxox]

Introduction!

✎ᝰ┆Hi there! My name is Faith, I’m Australian, and I go by she/her & he/him pronouns for anyone interested. Welcome to my tumblr account!! You may know me from several different platforms, but the main one would be my AO3! My activity on here will not be the best, but I’ll always answer & reply to any dms, questions or requests anyone has.

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My main fandoms are as follows:

Danganronpa, Arknights, Persona / Shin Megami Tensei, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Obey Me!, Project Sekai, Attack on Titan, MHA, Your Turn To Die, Mystic Messenger, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, LOTR, Pokèmon, Encanto, Omori, Fire Emblem, Final Fantasy, Legend of Zelda, HTTYD, Marvel, Toilet Bound Hanako-kun, Sasaki to Miyano, Demon Slayer, JJK, Cookie Run, The Owl House, Miraculous, & many more! Hopefully we share some interests.

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✿°。AO3: faithistic ✿°。

✿°。Twitter: @faithistic ✿°。

✿°。Discord: faith#7991 (faithistic) ✿°。  

✿°。Arknights: Faith#1021 ✿°。  

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៚ ·Please note that 70% of my AO3 works are smut! Always watch and review the tags before you go in to read.

៚ · You’ll mainly just find me simping for Zuko, Solomon, Goro Akechi & Nagito Komaeda here. They live in my brain rent free someone help me.

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[crescentmp3]

absolute model

image description: a picture of cookie the snowman plushie. he stands in front of a black background, and is decorated with a long, blue white and purple scarf. he has a blue key decoration on his head. he looks up. a watermark at the bottom reads, “cookie / 2022 | crescentmp3” // end id

[feilien]

20, 24, 28, 52 and 54 👀

{♚ x WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS ||  Accepting x}

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

I'd probably say the person he likes, but whose work he hates might be his own father tbh. Mostly because he does love his father, but he's listened to his grandfather call him weak (and therefore incapable of leading the clan) for so many years, that he kind of adapted that point of view. On the flip side, he hates his grandfather's right-hand man because he's a fucking dick, but there's no denying that he's good at what he does.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Pfft, yeah, he sure did. And he thought he was slick about it, too, but he tends to give himself away lmao. But.. Doesn't matter, because the while chocolate macadamia nut cookie is long gone.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

Depending on who he talks to, it's either 'yeah, I definitely want to become a lawyer', or, 'yeah, I definitely want to take over the clan once my grandfather dies'. And, honestly? He believes both of those things to be absolutely true. He never really had a chance to think about what he himself truly wants. Even studying to become a lawyer, while his own decision, was heavily influenced.

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Honestly, it kind of depends on the situation. As a general rule of thumb, Matt's pretty impulsive and tends to carry his heart on his sleeve, so he oftentimes acts on his immediate emotions. When he's out on a job/mission (whatever you want to call it), however, he's more focused and tends to consider all angles before acting, because he's very much aware of the stakes.

54. What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

Fight: Well.. Fight tbh. It's what he trains for day in, day out, after all. Flight: Even if Matt feels like fleeing might be the smarter thing to do, he tends to try and fight his way out first. Mostly bc he's been taught that fleeing = failing. And failure is not an option. Freeze: Years of training have made it very rare for Matt to freeze. But when he does, he tries to at least contemplate his options, so he can react the second he manages to pull himself together. Fawn: Pretty much immediate submission tbh? Which can range from apologies to offering his services in some shape or form.

[lockburn-castle]

⋆ ✩‧₊˚ ᴅɪɴᴏ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ˚₊‧✩༘⋆

LEGEND:

⇒ 『✓』 - 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔡 (𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰) ⇒ 『📱』 - 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔲, 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔲 ⇒ 『 ☁ 』 - 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣 ⇒ 『 🗣 』 - 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯 ⇒ 『 ⚠︎ 』 - 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱 ⇒ 『 ❣︎ 』 - 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 ⇒ 『 18+ 』 - 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 ⇒ 『 ➳ 』 - 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 / 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ⇒ 『 🕰 』 - 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰 ⇒ 『 ⚛ 』 - 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

𖠋 do remember to read the warnings before continuing to read the fanfics!!

--⪼ ♚ DINO ♚ ⪻--

scored! - by @leejungchans {☁, 🗣, ❣︎}

one-shots/time stamps

Positively Villainous - by @kpop-in-new-albion {➳, ☁} 08:23am - by @wheeboo {🕰, ☁} heart shaped cookies - by @wooahaes {➳, ☁} of sticky notes and strangers. - by @leejungchans {➳, ☁} impossible - by @leejungchans {➳, ☁}

𖠋 to be regularly updated!

do check out part 1 of my svt recs here, and part 2 here !

[ofthepuzzle]

It was probably time to get a new step ladder.. This thing was so wobbly, he'd almost lost his balance three times now. But he had to get this new picture hung up and get the curtains down to be washed. The window blinds too. Easier said than done when he had to keep scrambling to correct himself when he almost fell. Like now when he quickly grabbed the ladder itself when it started to wobble under him as if that would stop it. He wasn't sure what he was going to do.. This clearly wasn't working.. Until he saw his partner from his peripheral at least.

"Hey Atem, could you hold this thing still for me please?" he asked, still clinging onto it with knuckles white with strain.

『 Unprompted: always accepting ! 』♚ ╰┈➤ @xpharaohsaiboux

He is carrying a plate with homemade cookies but almost throws it like a Frisbee the second he sees Yuugi almost tipping over while on a ladder. Atem promptly places the plate on a table before stepping over with his hands raised, pretty much ready to catch Yuugi in case he loses balance again.

“… Careful.” He proceeds to hold the ladder still for Yuugi. “I’ll look into getting us a new ladder. I don’t want any incidents happening.” He is curious however about what picture Yuugi is hanging on the wall. Atem would peer up but prefers not to get distracted. Plus any small movement could ruin the steadiness in his grip. “What’re you putting up there?” He decides to go for the safer option which is asking.

[hxuse-of-muses]

*gives crash some cookies*

{♚}—; Seeing a handful of cookies, the bandicoot's eyes practically filled with delight and wonder. "Yah!" He quickly took a few into his grip and started to eat them, they tasted great!

But still wanting to be friendly, he picked up another and handed it over to the koopa who offered it as his way of offering him to have some too.