#🍞

[revenant-coining]

Breadrainbowic and 🍞🌈emojic

[PT: Breadrainbowic and 🍞🌈emojic /End PT]

[IDs: 2 rectangular flags with 9 horizontal stripes. the stripes sizes are 5 thick with a thin stripe between each stripe. in the center of the first flag is the Google bread and rainbow emoji combo sticker. flag colors are in this order from top to bottom: yellow, orange, brown, purple, light green, purple, brown, orange, yellow. End ID]

[IDs: 2 rectangular flags with 9 horizontal stripes. the stripes sizes are 5 thick with a thin stripe between each stripe. in the center of the first flag is the Google bread and rainbow emojis. flag colors are in this order from top to bottom: dark blue, blue, light green, pale yellow, white, pale brown, yellow, orange, brown. End ID]

requested by anon

Breadrainbowic/Rainbowbreadic: a gender connected to the 🍞 (bread) and 🌈 (rainbow) combo emoji sticker.

🍞🌈emojic/🌈🍞emojic: a gender connected to the 🍞 (bread) and 🌈 (rainbow) emojis.

Etymology: bread rainbow/rainbow bread, “ic” meaning of or pertaining to; 🍞🌈/🌈🍞emojic

@radiomogai

[ID: a line divider gradient from left to right as red-pink to pale pink. End ID]

[pokisweetbee]

Intro! >_<

erm hi hello hii like my bio says I'm a silly creature ( <- Honey, she/him ) that would like to start creating bots!

I will mostly create ensemble stars bots for now! :3 gonna later update when I'll start taking requests from other characters 😓🙏

Erm I can make bots of a lot of things! Dead dove, romantic, platonic anything really! I'm fine with anything (⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)

But! I will ignore requests with this topics!

Cannibalism

Necrophilia

When user is the groomer

Very sorry! But its difficult and uncomfy for me those topics! Hope you all can understand (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

As for the third point, it's just like it says, i found it uncomfy for me to write/roleplay when i have to be the groomer sooo nope, but if the character is the one grooming user and so, then it's okay ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

i have my strawpage on character ai to make requests but! I can also take requests here so don't be shy and request anything you want (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Also! You can rant with me about whatever you want, when I say I'm fine with anything I'm really fine with anything o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o *Just please don't vent ^^;;*

Plus another thing...if you don't like dead dove topics and so, feel free to block me please! (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

I'll edit this if i need to add more things but that's it for now~

[mimiscoiningcafe]

hey hey :333 could I get a gender related to sunflowers and black skulls? ty either way :33

Blaskullsunflowemojic - A gender related to both the black skull emoji and the sunflower emoji.

I hope that this is okay!! I like coining emoji genders and that was the first thing that came to my brain when I saw the request!!

also below the cut i put the emoji because i edited it and i'm so proud of it

[raypakorn]

*checks mic* okay its working YOU DOING CHEER CEMBER IS THE SWEETEST AND CUTEST THINGS. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE FEELINGS AND LAUGHS AND TEARS AND I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ALL OF THEM <3

🥺🥺 thank you and thank you for all your lovely tags! my plan was to post your last request today but my idea was bigger than my skill set so i have to redo some of it, so i might be waiting until tomorrow and just post two 🙈

[huntleynoceda]

★ my name is hunter ! but you can call me flora or rain too !

☆ my pronouns are mainly he / him but I use quite a few neos, currently being those that are cottagecore, dark academia or lovecore themed <3

★ I am 16 years old, so please don't do any weird things.

☆ my source is the owl house. I can be canon compliant or canon divergent depending on the situation or how I am feeling.

★ I believe myself to be a mix of a witch, grimwalker and human.

☆ I am agender and aroace, but I have recently started to question again. so please hold on while I figure this out... again

★ I am one of the co-hosts or perinauts as we like to call it of our system. I am also a trauma holder and a strange mix of känsla and emotionalist.

☆ I am autistic, I have adhd and (suspected) c-ptsd. I am also a host and the core of the golden subsystem.

★ My interests include a variety of activities and fandoms and other stuff, such as drawing, writing, the owl house, amphibia, age regression, xenogender, neopronouns, soft things, music, cartoons, lost media and more I most likely cannot remember right now.

☆ I dislike stuff like homophobes, transphobes, belos, shipping real people, lots of blood and more...

★ here is my carrd for more info if you want.

[sugarcherriess]

Here’s me officially giving in and requesting alien Hoonie + smut + fem reader 😔 do your worst.

- 🍞 (this long tongued freak is the reason and the cure for all my stress)

I Will do my worst but you will enjoy it so i will not be sorry about it 🥰🫂🫂🫂🫂

[unstablebish]

hello my brain cell!!

requesting the gang with a s/o with celiac disease and anxiety surrounding it and them reassuring their s/o that there are gluten free options at whatever party/date/whatever they're going to

(dm me if u need more info on celiacs)

🍞🥐🍝🥖👀 scared yet?

You're anxious about being Celiac, the JJK Men comfort tou(Established Relationship)

Ft ~ Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Takuma Ino, Shiu Kong

Synopsis ~ You're anxious about going out while being Celiac but the JJK Men comfort you

Content Warning ~ 18+, Suggestive, Language, little bit angst, maybe a little fluff

Gojo ~

Geto ~

Nanami ~

Toji ~

Sukuna ~

Choso ~

Ino ~

Shiu ~

[hypnos333]

Hello? I haven't written to anyone before, but I think I need a little reassurance now. It’s just that I’ve been celebrating my birthday alone for several years now. And every year I start to get upset about this earlier and earlier

So could you write a "reader" who is feeling a little lonely and sad on his birthday with one of the Hazbin Hotel guys? 👉👈

Sorry if your requests are currently closed

🍞 anon

Never felt so Alone

Angel dust x reader

During your human life you were like a ghost, you didn’t have nobody but yourself. All your birthdays were spent eating the whole ice cream birthday cake by yourself. You died by Suicide, when you entered hell it was no different from your regular life.

That was until you met Charlie and Vaggie, they took you in to the Hotel of redemption. It just started with three and yet you never told them about you birthday.

You continued to spend it alone until you met Angel Dust, You didn’t like him yet you didn’t hate him either but you tolerated him.

On February 14 was your day but also Valentine’s day, You stayed in your room with your hoodie down showing your shadowing face. You looked out the window to see the same red sky’s and demons killing one another per usual.

You spent the whole day avoiding people until night, You looked at the clock to see 9:55 pm.

“It’s almost over” You mumbled that’s when angel burst in making you jump and look at him to see him holding a Birthday cake and Valentine chocolates?

“Sorry I’m late babes, I had work and then I had to pick up the cake, and Oh! I got your favorite chocolates” Angel dust huffed from all the running. You raised an eyebrow at him with a questioning look.

“Oh I forgot. Happy Birthday Hot stuff” Angel dust said casually yet cheerfully putting all the stuff down on the table making you blush but then realized what he said.

“Wait What? How did you find out?” You asked shocked that he even knows.

“I just looked at your id” He simply said making you bang your head on the wall ready to smash it if needed.

“Don’t worry toots your secret is safe with me of course. Now let’s eat the cake” He said excitedly making you sit next to him. “What kind of cake is it Angel?” You asked giving in to the temptation of having someone spend time with you on your birthday.

“It’s a red velvet cake Toots” He answered putting on Candles for you to blow out.

“Happy birthday babes now blow out your candles” He said before kissing your temple as you blowed out your candles.

“Now let’s eat cake!” You said with a rare smile

You had a feeling you weren’t gonna be alone no more. With him around you knew you weren’t gonna be by yourself anymore.

[megabuild]

moodboard for a grian with psychotic depression who works at scar's bakery. grian is gluten intolerant and every time he walks into work he inhales a quart of flour and it makes him want to start ripping all his skin off. grian is in trouble with his boss because he keeps having to take breaks to go to the bathroom and no matter how many times he explains to scar that he has a medical condition that causes it scar has forgotten again by the next time they speak. grian wants to quit but he can't find any well paying jobs and also he's accidentally ended up in a situationship with his boss which is annoying because every time he steps into scar's flat he inhales another quart of flour but he tries to not let it kill the mood. it always does but neither of them are getting anything better. moodboard for a grian that will probably kill himself soon

requested by anon

🍰 | 🍞 | 🍰

🍞 | ❤️ | 🍞

🍰 | 🍞 | 🍰

[attxnt]

Hello! Could you please do a bakery themed lay out for a discord server? Thank you!! < 3

bakery channel layouts !!

୨୧，🍯﹒﹒channel！

✿﹒channel・⏇︰🍮

🍰，∬﹒﹒channel

✩﹐🥐﹐▽﹒channel

✷﹒🥨﹐channel﹕﹪

╰・∯﹕channel﹒🥯

🥧﹒⿸﹒⏆﹒channel

﹒➜﹐﹐channel﹔🍯

┄﹐channel，🍪

⁑⁑﹒∬﹒channel﹕🍩

₊°。channel﹒─﹒🍵

﹒⏇﹒﹒🍨﹒channel

☆﹒—﹒❛﹒🍰﹒channel

⁂﹐channel﹒╴🥧

✩﹒channel﹐┄﹒🥐

🧇﹒channelㆍᶻᶻ﹐♬

∬﹒┈﹒channel，🥮

⟢﹒→﹒channel・🍞

no emojis:

୨୧，[e]﹒﹒channel！

✿﹒channel・⏇︰[e]

[e]，∬﹒﹒channel

✩﹐[e]﹐▽﹒channel

✷﹒[e]﹐channel﹕﹪

╰・∯﹕channel﹒[e]

[e]﹒⿸﹒⏆﹒channel

﹒➜﹐﹐channel﹔[e]

┄﹐channel，[e]

⁑⁑﹒∬﹒channel﹕[e]

₊°。channel﹒─﹒[e]

﹒⏇﹒﹒[e]﹒channel

☆﹒—﹒❛﹒[e]﹒channel

⁂﹐channel﹒╴[e]

✩﹒channel﹐┄﹒[e]

[e]﹒channelㆍᶻᶻ﹐♬

∬﹒┈﹒channel，[e]

⟢﹒→﹒channel・[e]

ps: check out this for all of the layouts i've made until now! u can request for specific ones through my "ask" option.

hope u like the layouts <3

[revenant-coining]

Breadtulipic and 🍞🌷emojic

[PT: Breadtulipic and 🍞🌷emojic /End PT]

[IDs: 2 rectangular flags with 9 horizontal stripes. the stripes sizes are 5 thick with a thin stripe between each stripe. in the center of the first flag is the Google bread and tulip emoji combo sticker. flag colors are in this order from top to bottom: yellow, orange, brown, white, pale brown, white, darkish red, red, light green. End ID]

[IDs: 2 rectangular flags with 9 horizontal stripes. the stripes sizes are 5 thick with a thin stripe between each stripe. in the center of the first flag is the Google bread and tulip emojis. flag colors are in this order from top to bottom: green, light green, dark pink, pink, white, pale brown, yellow, orange, brown. End ID]

requested by anon

Breadtulipic/Tulipbreadic: a gender connected to the 🍞 (bread) and 🌷 (tulip) combo emoji sticker.

🍞🌷emojic/🌷🍞emojic: a gender connected to the 🍞 (bread) and 🌷 (tulip) emojis.

Etymology: bread tulip/tulip bread, “ic” meaning of or pertaining to; 🍞🌷/🌷🍞emojic

@radiomogai

[ID: a line divider gradient from left to right as red-pink to pale pink. End ID]

[sillygoosealert]

I was so hurt after (https://www.tumblr.com/sillygoosealert/757389587337412608/stuipid-fucking-slut-i-hate-you) 🥹🥹, can you do a part two where reader goes missing after he left her but found unconscious/dead because of a reason (you could come up with one! :D)

AND ALSO, UR WRITING IS SOO GOOD, +1 FOLLOWER >.<

-🍞 anon (I will try giving you good requests >:)

I promise I won't kill myself, death is not my last resort

haiiii :3 so I'm making this part two but honestly, I might end up deleting both of the stories because I was in a bad place when I wrote that 😓 also..besides the other anon's rotting in my inbox until I respond..ur my first anon !! yippy !!

Implied Rape. You die, talks of being unsafe and how it feels to be assaulted

Love is a gentle thing, as is the innocence you once had.

It wasn't a gradual fruition to see that being a woman would change the reality of everything for you. They warned you to steer clear of dark spots and secluded areas and always be aware. The things events that were organized and reenacted are nothing short of gender-based violence.

You understood why you and many others were constantly warned, but experiencing it was so different and vile, something you should never have gone through.

Today almost didn't end with you dead, but you didn't listen to the one thing that was looking out for you- you. That day, your gut instinct felt something was awry.

The morning was fine. You got a quick kiss on Sukuna's cheek before running off to your garden work.

The garden is split into sections. Working in them isn't an issue- except the one furthest from the estate. It's where you are most likely to get harassed by other servants as it is where most people turn a blind eye to.

Your body physically would not go near it today, you just couldn't.

Maybe it's the black crow you saw out of the corner of your eye or the sinking feeling you got whenever you looked over in its direction, but you couldn't shake the uncanny feeling it was giving you.

But as a mouse gets caught in a mouse trap, you are lured into the back part of the garden when something that resembles a doe is staring right at you. Not wanting to pass up the chance to see something so pure so up close, you walk to it.

But as you walk towards the feeble deer, and it walks further and further into the now forest, you question if you really saw anything at all.

When the doe is no longer in sight, you think about how you got here. Is it too late to turn back? I don't want this anymore.

You don't get the chance to turn back, as a pair of hands are roughly groping you from behind.

What happened in the woods wasn't your fault. You were lured to the spot in the first place. Then, when you wanted out, the exit was no longer there.

It wasn't your fault.

When you don't show up to clean the garden, that one thing.

But your body was found before dinner, where the forest meets the garden, disrespected in horrendous ways.

When you mentioned the concern that you were being targeted by other peers, he recognized the validity of your perspective.

He knew you were being harassed, but to accept it was something he couldn't do.

It would mean several things to take action - the most significant being that you had a major influence on how he chose to address the situation.

The other is over half of the people working for him would be slaughtered if he honestly wanted you safe. That type of fear egged him on usually, with him being your savior at the end of the day.

Knowing the nature of these situations, something would have to be addressed sooner or later.

He was scared indigo at the thought of making that type of commitment to someone, but he wanted to for you.

The thought of death didn't scare him. He would tell death himself he wasn't afraid to die. However, the idea of you being beaten nearly to death, only to bleed out and perish, shook him to his core. This was something no amount of strength or intimidation could undo.

He doesn't find out about...your passing until he requests to see you after dinner.

The feeling that washes over him is indifferent, he doesn't know what he wants anymore, but he knows that he wants you back.

He will never know how the world could keep spinning after you were ripped away from his grasp, it should have been the end of the world.

You didn't want to die, you shouldn't have died.

That shouldn't have happened to you, you didn't deserve it.

Death is a pathic escape, I will not kill myself- not for my loved ones, but for me.

Songs referenced: Velvet Ring, The End of The World, N64, My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars, Crack Baby, Anything.

[liyazaki]

eat up 🍞 requested by anonymous

LOVE IN THE AIR | SPECIAL EP. [2022]

[sugarcherriess]

NEW EVENT?!?! What about Hyunjae + siren + smut (fem reader)😈 imagine his desperate siren ass who is convinced you’re meant to be his and uses his stupid perfect face and voice to tempt you just so he can take you 😩

- 🍞

Condescending siren hyunjae is what i was born to write🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻

[runningwithscizzorz]

May I humbly request more Narinder loaf? 🍞 🐈‍⬛

A comic with loaf Nari is coming soon, along with Lamb exploding

[avocado-writing]

notes: I did a lot of research for this and yes, the manuscript I reference is a real thing. I didn’t put its name in though because that felt a step too far 😂 set in the light, the dark, and the spaces in between after ch3 so hope that’s ok! requests like this give me life.

relationship: aziraphale x immortal!reader x crowley

rated: G, pure fluff

word count: 1.4K

if you like my work you can buy me a kofi!

You’re the one who makes the tea. 

That’s because you’re the only one who changes how you have it: sometimes you fancy a chai, or a green tea, or a lapsang souchong. Sometimes with sugar or a little bit of milk, sometimes with neither, sometimes with an oat alternative. It changes. You’re human, you go through phases. 

But Aziraphale and Crowley? Nah, they’re creatures of habit. Despite the angel’s wide and experimental palate he’s oddly rigorous when it comes to his cuppa. For him, it’s loads of milk and four sugars, drowned to the point where it could hardly be called tea any more. Crowley likes his black and strong and nowhere near anything that could affect the taste. You wring the teabag tortuously into his mug with a teaspoon before grabbing all three servings and heading into the shop. 

You put yours down first, on the side next to the book you’re currently reading, then hand your husbands theirs. They both take them from you in the same way, the way they have done for centuries now, a domestic ritual: accepting the mug you offer and then your hand, pressing a little kiss of thanks and affection to the back of it. 

A heartfelt  intimacy just between the three of you. 

☕️ 

“Hurry Crowley, it’s starting!”

“Yes, yes, alright angel, hang on.”

“We won’t hang on and we’re not pausing it. Not a threat, just a fact,” you call into the kitchen. A couple of seconds later, Crowley emerges from the kitchen with three wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. 

“I’ll be mother, then,” he mutters as the other two of you barely take your eyes off of the telly. You’ve got your legs slung over Aziraphale’s lap and he only takes a break from stroking your knee in absentminded, loving circles to take the proffered glasses from his husband, one for himself and one for you. Crowley plonks down the other side of Aziraphale and throws his own legs over him too, the two of you playing footsie for space across his plush thighs. Eventually the three of you find a comfortable pile and settle in. 

“Another ten weeks of torture begins,” Crowley says as the Bake-off theme ends and the show starts. You nudge him with your toe. 

“You don’t have to watch it with us,” you tell him. He harrumphs but doesn’t argue because, really, of course he’ll watch it with the two of you. It makes you both happy. 

🍞 

Your work is as a consultant for museums around the country, which is a fun way of saying you get paid a lot because you know a lot. But mostly, you only know a lot because you’ve been around for a very long time. So whenever a shard of pottery or a scrap of clothing needs dating they call you to come and put its history into context. 

Also, for the bigger museums, it’s a chance for you to smuggle out the stolen artefacts and return them to their country of origin. You consider it a hobby, a bonus perk of the job. 

You’ve set up this exhibition. It’s for pottery around the end of the Roman rule in Britain, stuff you’ve found and identified around the country on archaeological digs. You lead Crowley and Aziraphale through, discussing your findings in detail, before you come to a small, surprisingly intact, terra sigillata oil lamp. It sits on its own, spot lit. You asked for it that way. 

“See this? I made this. Over a thousand years ago,” you tell them, quietly, gently putting your hand to the glass of the display case. Aziraphale and Crowley take a careful look at the engraving on the object. It bears the profile of a man, and with the sharp cheekbones and little glasses there’s only one person it could be. 

“Oh, Nightingale. It’s lovely,” Crowley says, surprisingly touched. He wraps an arm around you and buries his face into your hair. 

“You could say I’ve held a flame for you for a long time,” you say, and grin. Crowley groans. 

“Did you put my face on a lamp just to keep that pun up your sleeve?”

“Maybe.”

🔥 

You next return to the museum when you pick up that Aziraphale is jealous. He isn’t jealous often but he’s pants at hiding it, and it’s not hard to guess why: he’s just seen that Crowley stuck with you for such a long time you put his face on a piece of bloody pottery. You’d probably be a bit put out too. 

So for a couple of weeks you throw yourself into your work to find the thing that will make it even. And you do, even though it takes a lot of overseas bargaining and promises to do some pro-bono work. 

You finally get the museum in America to agree to send it over for a showing. You arrange a special exhibition specifically for this, where it’s held behind a huge glass case in a dark room with only a small light on it. 

But you get special access because, well, you’re you. So you sneak Aziraphale and Crowley in one night and walk into the display room, wearing a face mask and a pair of protective gloves. 

There it sits: the Canterbury Tales. One of the oldest versions in the world. 

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Aziraphale gasps, peeping over your shoulder to inspect. “I can feel the adoration coming off of it in waves. This was a labour of love, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I’d let you have it for the shop if I had the power. But I think they’d notice if I shoved this one down my top,” you sigh, scanning the pages for what you’re after, then stop dead when you find it. 

“Here. Look.”

You point to one of the illustrations, a mounted rider on a beautiful white horse. Aziraphale takes in a quiet breath and draws closer. Because just as plainly as you put Crowley on your oil lamp, you drew your angel in the Canterbury Tales. Curly hair, pink face, beaming smile. 

“Oh my,” he whispers. You stroke the little picture and remember toiling away over painting it, repeatedly wiping your brow to make sure your sweat didn’t smudge your work. 

“I put you in all the copies I could get my hands on. And you,” you turn to Crowley, “your face is probably buried on my pottery in a dozen dig sites across the UK. I’m just saying I’ve loved the two of you since the day we met; always have, always will.”

Your husbands look at each other and then at you, before as one they step forward to embrace you. 

“And we’re lucky to have you,” Crowley whispers in your ear, as Aziraphale kisses your cheek. Their hands meet at your back and they interlace their fingers with each other, you wrap your arms around them and stay like that for a moment; three working parts of a whole. 

They kiss, and then they kiss you. You feel warm and rosy. Then you spend the evening reading through the book from beginning to end. 

📖 

You keep your wedding ring on a chain around your neck at work. Not because you’re embarrassed that you're married; far from it - it’s far too precious to risk losing while constantly taking protective gloves on and off all day. So you don’t blame your colleague for asking you on a date. He’s young, fresh out of uni, and of course has no idea you’re old enough to be his grandparent forty times over. 

“That’s very kind,” you tell him, and his face falls because he knows where this is going, “but I’m already happily married.”

He sighs in embarrassment but manages to recover quickly, instead telling you: “they must be someone special to have you.”

He’s doing the polite thing by not assuming the gender of your spouse but it turns out “they” is right on the money. On cue, Aziraphale and Crowley walk through the door to pick you up at the end of your shift. You wish your colleague goodbye and go to meet them. 

“Evening, darling,” Crowley calls. 

“How was work, my love?” Aziraphale follows up. 

“Oh, fine. I’m tired now. And hungry. Can we go and get dinner?”

You link an arm through either of theirs, heading out into the London afternoon. 

“Ooh yes, that is a good idea. I quite fancy fish and chips!”

“Let’s go to that spot round the corner. They make their own tartar sauce. Crowley, are you getting your own chips or nicking mine when I’m not looking?”

“The best tasting chips are the ones you steal.”

“Oh, he doesn’t even deny it—!”

Your colleague watches you leave the building, a little dazed, and supposes it takes all sorts to make a world. 

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