#a little bit of fruit jam sorry don't look

[thepaleunicorn]

can't remember how she smiled when she said my name… what's my name?

song: Lemon Demon - Amnesia Was Her Name

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

thick as blood

sweet as milk

pt.3

you woke up sore and oddly over heated, you opened your eyes to see something a 12 year old boy would dream up both the twins cuddled up to you arms hugging you close, you looked down to see you were in a nightgown and they were in slips they possibly wore under their dresses from last night. Els leg was wrapped in cellophane probably fearful of the wound bleeding through you smiled softly looking up at your ceiling hearing their breathing synced together, the smell of their French perfumes with the combination of sweat was actually pretty calming (damn twins are in your bed even before Francis 💀)

you closed your eyes again wanting to catch a bit more rest before getting up for the day, what felt like minutes was actually an hour. you woke up again with the twins gone, you got up rubbing your eyes walking out to the living room hearing talking "you think she's even eaten a meal a day?" a deeper feminine voice asked it wasn't the twins " I don't think you could call bread and jam a meal" another voice said, you peeked in the kitchen to see the twins, mia and gloria all in the kitchen. gloria cooking on the stove as mia and sel unpacked groceries putting them in the proper places, elenois sat at the window mixing something in a bowl. you felt so cared for, your pain from your injuries disappearing for a second, you got caught by mia who walked over with selenne "your awake! so sorry we let ourselves in dear" mia hugged you gently before selenne wrapped her arm around your shoulders "you should go shower we're making brunch" you nodded "no worries miss stone but please send me the receipt for the food" you spoke softly realizing your voice was still strained "oh don't insult me y/n I'm not hurting for money, now go get cleaned up I'm gonna make some tea" she pushed you to the bathroom making selenne giggle walking back to the kitchen

you did strip yourself of your slip and bandages examining yourself in the mirror, bruises kissed your body with indents of the stairs in your back. the memory of the creatures claws ran across your legs with your ankle matching Elenois, it was lightly scarred so you washed yourself gently hissing anytime you had to bend down. you left the shower walking back to your room to change, the girls brought out the table into the living room filling it foods and spare plates, you changed into something less formal putting on some music to lighten your mood

everyone gathered in the livingroom, sitting and passing plates as gloria sat near you looking over your vinyls ¨you do got some bad bruises baby¨ she gently grabbed your arm looking it over, you hissed a little making her let go ¨sorry baby¨ she handed the first loaded plate to you ¨come sit and eat, we know damn well you havent had a vegtable since you came in¨ you smiled thanking the sweet woman trying your best to be polite while eating but she was right you were starving, honestly its a miracle you were able to fight the equivelent of a animal on bread, fruit jam and milk alone. everyone ate and talked as gloria filled your plate to replace what you had ate whispering ¨your in your home, eat with the hunger you have¨ hearing that had you eating mouthfuls only listening to the conversation instead ¨natcha and her little one wouldve come but natcha didnt want her to overwhelm you with questions¨ mia said to you ¨she got you and the twins flowers though¨ you nodded finishing your 2nd plate ¨ill need to send her a thank you note soon¨ everyone nodded in agreement as a knock was heard at the door, you got up wiping your mouth opening it slowly to show most of the men ¨honey i thought you were at work¨ gloria asked as everyone walked over ¨i was but im on lunch, here you go miss l/n your one courageous little lady¨ arnold passed you a small bouquet and kissed his wife good bye then one after another your other neighbors gave you gifts of gratitude, even lois margeret and raftellyn came in with food n flowers low key inviting themselves in.

at the very end natasha came and held up a tin tray to you ¨my mom is at work but she made this for you or whatever¨ you smiled taking the tray and placing on on the table with everything else ¨your mom does so much tell her thank you for me¨ you bent down to talk with her ¨....yeah ok.....did it bite you? are you infected with something? my mom said you saved us and killed it or whatever, does that mean your a murderer or a monster killer?¨ she kept asking things making your head swim but luckily you had a savior ¨she's a monster killer. a hero little Natasha.¨ Francis said sternly also holding a gift in his hands ¨oooh ok....whatever bye hero lady¨ she said waving and walking out ¨here Natasha take a plate¨ mia walked over leading her back to her door ¨uh....um thank you ¨ you looked up blushing ¨for?¨ he asked putting down the basket of fruit and wine bottle in his hands ¨err...uh everything, carrying me, bringing me this¨ you gestured to the basket ¨telling the little one I'm a hero..¨ you looked down intimidated by his hard gaze ¨those gifts are from the DDD. I didn't get the memo we were making your apartment a floral shop.¨ it almost sounded like a joke but he said it so blankly with irritation ¨oh well would you like a pla-¨ ¨you didn't get her something?¨ Margarette said loudly ¨for shame young man she pulled a gun out what could you pull? a bottle of milk?¨ she laughed as the others giggled uncomfortably ¨like I said I didn't get the memo. but I will show my gratitude¨ you turned beet red wondering what he meant by this, the twins felt your forehead ¨you should sit, Francis please help yourself¨ they brought you back to the couch as Francis followed Lois made him a plate and sat right by him ¨aside from this loud mouth, I didn't know you had those types of muscles Francis" god you were uncomfy now "i carry crates of milk i think its self explanatory" he shot back making Lois flustered by the full stop, at this point you weren't sure if Natasha was his, it seems like he doesn't have a filter...or feelings.

soon the awkward feelings subsided and everyone talked about their jobs, marriage and mia's and the dr's wedding plans.

you were in the kitchen looking over your gifts, mostly flowers and chocolate but it seems the Dr. got you a jewelry set, and so did the cappuccin's. the flowers came with cards you read and stacked together, one stuck out to you .

the fruits basket and wine.

it was champagne and fancy fruits (just to set the scene mangos and kiwis were considered 'exotic' in this era) you read the card

dear y/n you did well, enjoy your week off. another agent will take your place so don't let your guard down completely but do relax. rex

you smiled grabbing 2 vases of flowers wondering where to put them. Francis put his plate in the sink staring at you as he leaned against it "...you know who also hasn't gifted you anything....Gauss" he spoke lowly, was he...talking gossip? "why do you think?" you entertained him preening one of the flowers "he feels emasculated. since he isn't the American hero he's pissed" he chuckled making you shiver a little, it made sense though gauss seemed the macho type but that didn't matter , it was the way he said 'American hero' it was very accented "are you not emasculated by me Francis?" you asked walking closer to him even if your knees started to feel like jelly with every step "not at all, i was raised by strong women." he looked down at your level as you could breath in his cologne, strong sweet and alcohol like. " Francis i wonder a lot of things about you" you spoke truthfully like his eyes pulled it out of you "i am a book y/n, you just have to open it and read" his face was so close to yours.

you were swooning, eyes fluttering as you could almost imagine his lips on yours. his cologne was like a drug putting you under, you were in a full day dream before hearing another dark quiet laugh "how unbecoming of you...you know so little about me and yet your ready to throw yourself at me" he held up your chin with his hand as if you were a dog.

he walked away excusing himself to everyone before walking out

you shuddered taking a deep breath hoping to smell him one last time "he teased me....the bastard teased me and left."

im sorrry it tookk so looooongg!!! but here it is my loves enjoy!!! let me know if you like or hate (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[cerezzzita]

Hi, i saw you have your request open so here i go, requesting some hcs for Dante, Vergil and Trish having a short sweet-toothed s/o who also loves to bake.

notes: heeey there, anon! In advance sorry for the waiting, it took long enough but at least here we are! I hope you like it, because I surely did loved writing these headcanons, and with Trish being included? Better than ever!

Enjoy the reading and thanks for requesting! <3

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, short!reader, use of petnames, three devils being soft af, Vergil and Trish might have been sorta ooc pardon in advance.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Perfect match, to be honest.

Calls you "shortcake" or "shortie" most of the time and if you're annoyed by that… he'll keep doing it, sorry. He loves you enough to annoy you as well. 

Being as sweet-toothed as he is, no wonder he'll ask you constantly to make some desserts with strawberries or red fruits in general such as raspberries or cherries. 

And please don't let Dante get one inch near the kitchen, this man will eat as many of the berries plus he's catastrophic at cooking.

At least let him add some of the ingredients and mix them together here and there, he'll be satisfied and happy enough. 

He'll eat the batter when you're not looking, by the way. 

Still on the ingredients topic, doesn't this bitch (affectionately) loves when you ask him for help to reach something you can't? He's all smugly smirks, towering you with that huge figure of his and in the best of the cases, lifting you so you can reach it by yourself. 

Dante's personal favorite dessert made by you became The Devil's Cake, but instead of being fulfilled of chocolate only, there's lots and lots of strawberry jam and fresh strawberries on top of it. 

Late night munchies are a must! You two can and will be watching whatever series or movies while cuddling and devouring almost all of a whole damn bakery because Dante has a black hole instead of a regular stomach. 

Saw a recipe for dessert pizza once, got obsessed with it, asked you to make it, you made it, he's even more in love with you. 

"Babe, you're a sweetheartie. A candy angel, I love you so much," said Dante, mouth full of sweet pizza and eyes full of tears of joy and passion. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Vergil strikes me as a cinnamon roll enjoyer. That's it, that's the post. 

But really, I don't think he has a sweet-tooth or enjoys sugary foods that much. He likes it, sure, but at moderate bits. 

Unlike Dante, he does not make fun of your height… Yet he finds it quite endearing. 

Calls you "little bird". Let me have him be affectionate and lovely for a sec, okay? 

Vergil also gets worried by the amount of sugar you consume. 

"You'll get plenty of cavities if you keep eating desserts at that level." 

He helps you with your recipes too. I'm kinda sure that Vergil knows a thing or two in the cooking field, correct me if I'm wrong (I am wrong). 

As previously said, he likes more, hm, refined flavors, such as cinnamon and vanilla and if you're baking cinnamon rolls, count him on it! 

Don't ask Vergil to chop the ingredients unless you want him to put on a show about it. 

If you like drinking tea, you better prepare a bunch of sweet treats because you're having regular, calm silent tea evenings ft. Vergil and his poetry book. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Trish

Oh my, what can I say about Trish?

She's not a sugary-sweet person. Instead, she's mostly on sour candies and neutral fruits field. 

With that being said, I hope you're ready to constantly bake lemon pies and banana cakes. 

Trish does not know how to cook for her dear life, she prefers watching you instead and maybe teasing you along with it.

"Trish, I could use a little hand." "Pardon me if I can't help but think you're all cute on your own, sugar."

Speaking of teasing, this devil surely knows how to make you fluster with her little comments about your height, but of course, always keeping it comfortable enough to not get you mad or sad. 

"Need some help there, honeypie?" "My, if you ever get trouble reaching that shelf, you need to wear some of my heels."

And although Trish is not your sous chef, she is certainly your personal tasting critic, which is an advantage mostly to her. 

"So, what do you think?" "Hm, I liked the caramel on top of the fruit, and it's sour just in the way I love. It's a ten out of ten, honey." 

Brought you some silly clothes like sweaters and shirts with some candy motif and oh, sure, fruity flavored lip gloss. 

Anything for her honeybun~

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[scoobhead]

PLEASE tell me some of your favorite sandwiches...i work at a diner and i get one free sandwich per day and i almost always get the exact same thing. gimme something that will deeply bamboozle the kitchen staff

thank you for this ask. i am so sorry for the sandwich tangent that it inspired. this post is in fact so long that i have to put it under a read more tag so it doesn't reach Do You Love The Color Of The Sky notoriety. also this has been written as, like, a general cooking guide instead of Things You Can Order At A Diner, but otherwise feel free to show this post to your kitchen staff and watch their minds crumble

to build a great sandwich - a truly Fucked Up Sandwich - you must first understand that a sandwich is, at its core, just some bread with stuff on it. as a disclaimer, i don't mean to diss the classics. they're around for a reason. i just know that PERSONALLY i am a little bit sick of the same second grade lunchbox sandwich, and PERSONALLY i prefer to push the boundaries of simple food preparation into the realm of the eldritch and unknown.

the sandwiches i make are different every time. you may have heard the old adage "cooking is an art." that is partially true, sometimes, kind of. cooking, for me, is more like a four year old getting access to paint for the first time and losing their whole goddamn mind about it. i want you to let go of every rule you think there is. make things up. go crazy.

the bread of the sandwich matters only insofar as it can support its fillings. i tend to use plain ol whole wheat, but honestly, you can use whatever you'd like. my big piece of advice here is to think about the structural integrity of your design. much like a bread engineer, because that's what you are. if your fillings are wet or gelatinous (hold on, we're getting there) you NEED a crustier bread. sara lee won't cut it. some people like fancy bread with herbs and shit. i see the bread more as a canvas than as part of the painting, but like, there are no rules. go ham.

speaking of ham. this is the section where you expect me to disavow lunch meats. i shan't. pre-sliced meat is a brilliant (and cheap!) way to provide the basis of flavor for your sandwich AND to make sure you get enough protein. if you're vegan or vegetarian, you'll have to skip this step, but that's okay because it's not an integral part of the process. that being said, i think it lays a solid foundation for the whole sandwich's raison d'etre.

pairing with a good cheese is a classic for a reason. i stay away from american - it melts beautifully, which makes it great for grilled cheese, but it also has an artificial quality to it that i don't really vibe with. swiss, provolone, and cheddar are staples, but honest to god, any cheese can be made to work if you build around it. (side note: the best grilled cheese uses american, pepper jack, colby, and a tomato. season the OUTSIDE of the bread with butter, red pepper flakes, garlic, and a dash of oregano. fry up an egg and put it on top and oh baby. ham optional if you want some extra protein.)

ok. you have your basics. now i need you to take a look around your kitchen and GO WILD.

one of my Go To Combinations is turkey, swiss, and a fruit jam (i like apricot). it is EXTREMELY good and easy to make, and the jam gives it just the right touch of sweetness to complement to mellow flavor of the turkey. if you're like, "oh, wow, you put JAM? on a SANDWICH??? ARE YOU OK????" you need to stop reading right now. the shaggy-like combinations that i concoct may be too strong for you, traveler.

if you like sweet foods and want to lean into that, keep exploring Fruit Road. jams and preserves work wonders. fruit butters are also nice for a more savory touch, but can get expensive and/or seasonal. you can also go for Fruits themselves: thinly sliced apple + ham + brie (or swiss, if you can't swing a more expensive cheese) is a godsend. most fruits belong on a sandwich tbh. grapes, tangerines, bananas, pineapple: it's all about the right context.

if you want to go Even Further Beyond, Fruit Road takes you right down to Sweets Avenue. honey works on most sandwiches, and - hear me out - will cut the tangy, eggy flavor of mayonnaise. it's easy for honey to overpower, though, so i'd say to go for a little before tasting and reassessing. plain or vanilla yogurt also complements fruit really well without being overpowering. if you REALLY want to go sweet, i like marshmallow fluff + bananas + peanut butter for protein. i've yet to find good vegan alternates to these, unfortunately - agave nectar would work in place of honey, but play around and see what you can come up with.

if you want to go savory, then Aromatics Boulevard will make sure you get substance and flavor. basil is an underrated addition to sandwiches, as are green onions, garlic (jarlic works great for this, don't @ me), and cabinet spices. you might need to try a little to get the proportions right, but chicken + mozzarella + plain yogurt + curry powder is frankly a godsend. i also lovelovelove a good sauce; nando's perinaise is usually region-specific, but it's creamy and tangy and goes with everything and i'm obsessed with it. get creative with what you have!

ok. this is my secret ingredient. come here. lao gan ma is chili oil, but with chili crisps in it. it is the single best ingredient in my kitchen. it's not expensive, a jar of it lasts forever, and you can find it at almost every asian grocery store. it is the perfect kick of spice to add to a sandwich. plenty of heat but not overpowering, and with a mostly savory finish. god it's so good. i scoop it with a knife to avoid most of the oil and spread just the crisp over the sandwich. crunchy, spicy, savory. mamma mia.

those are the BASICS of what i can give you. if you've read this far and you actually make a Fucked Up Sandwich PLEASE tag me in it, because odds are i'll try it. be bold. make a potato salad + tangerine + tahini monstrosity. (i haven't tried that but maybe it's good???) anything is a sandwich if you're brave enough. if you're still looking for inspiration, i get a lot of ideas from traditional tea sandwiches, which are usually ~3 ingredients and can get absolutely hogwild.

if you want more specific recipes or combinations then reach out and i can send you a list, but i hope that this gave you the tools and confidence to go forth and wreak havoc. have fun stay safe eat sandwiches!

[paleparearchive]

The Bonds Oranges Connect

Millet's initial 4★ story (2/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: kitchen (morning) ; atelier (morning) | Characters: Millet, Van Gogh, Munch, Jan, Hubert, Hiroshige, Aoi/MC

Hiroshige: Mmmh… It has a harmonious balance of sourness and sweetness. Everyone, you're all very good cooks.

Jan: Yeah! Bert-nii's sweets are always so delicious! Today's sweets are also very tastyyy!~

Aoi: He always makes them for you, so he's used to it. They look so pretty, like the ones sold in shops!

Hubert: Fufu, I'm glad they were good.

Van Gogh: Mmmh! This orange jam is delicious! Millet-san, can I have some more bread?

Millet: Yes, shall I go and slice more of it?

Munch: Milley. Can I share this bread with Kojima-san and the others?

Millet: Yes, just a bit of it.

Munch: Okaaay!

Millet: Do you want some bread too, Miss Deputy?

Aoi: Thank you. Then, I'll take it.

Millet: Okay, here. And also this, if you like.

Jan: Huh? Millet-nii, what's that? Why a sweet potato? And the orange?

Millet: This is a sweet potato stewed in orange. Do you want to try it?

Jan: … Tasty! It's tasty, Millet-nii!

Millet: Is that so? Then I'm glad.

Jan: Hey, you try it too, Bert-nii! Aaaaah…

Hubert: Hm… it's true. It's sweet and sour, it's delicious.

Aoi: (Fufu, everyone is having fun…)

Millet: Is something the matter, Miss Deputy?

Aoi: No, I was glad we could all eat together like this.

Millet: You're right. I'm glad you enjoyed the oranges. It was worth taking good care of them.

… Thanks for helping me too, Miss Deputy.

Aoi: You're welcome, but… in the end, I couldn't do much. I'm sorry. I just got to be treated by everyone else as a guest. I guess I should learn to cook a little more.

Millet: But that's okay, isn't it? You're always working so hard for the museum. Leave the cooking to me, at least.

Aoi: Fufu, if you put it that way, you're also working hard as an artist to create paintings. I'm glad you're cooking for us, but please don't overdo it.

Millet: Yes, I know. I'm an artist by profession. Ah, here, eat some more.

Aoi: Yes… It's really delicious.

Millet: I'm glad.

—

Jan: Hmmm, I'm full…

Hubert: It seems quite difficult to eat this amount of food.

Hiroshige: Even if we ate it every day with all the artists in the museum, it would probably take quite a while… Won't it rot in the meantime?

Van Gogh: I'll eat oranges for every meal!

Millet: Hahaha, you don't have to force yourself to eat that much.

Van Gogh: But… It would be a waste if they got ruined.

Millet: Hmmm… that's true. What should we do?

Jan: Hmmm, we could try to eat them ourselves… But Millet-nii's oranges are so delicious, I wish more people could try them.

Millet: … Ah, then how about sharing them with the neighbors?

Hiroshige: That's a good idea. And it will keep the oranges from spoiling.

Munch: The birds will be happy and I'm sure everyone else will be too!

Aoi: The birds…?

Van Gogh: I think it means that they'll be happy if you share those with them, like bread?

Aoi: Aah, I see. You were sharing bread earlier. If you want to share, I'll go with you. I'm indebted to the people of the city.

Hubert: Then it might be nice to share orange jam or cookies as well, not just fruit.

Millet: Right. Let's make small portions for easy distribution.

Jan: I'll help!

Aoi: (Looks like Millet-kun is having fun. I'm sure the people of the city would love it. But it would be nice if we could also show the people of the city how great they are as artists... I know!)

Hey guys. There's something I'd like you to take with you when we go to share–

—

Hiroshige: The distribution event the other day was a huge success and everyone in town enjoyed it.

Hubert: Yes, it's nice to see them so happy. It's worth making it…

Millet: We still have oranges, so it would be nice to make something else to share.

Hubert: Then I'd like to include different sweets than the other day.

Millet: Yes, that would be good–

Van Gogh: Everyone, it's an emergency!

Aoi: V-Van Gogh-kun…?

[pianocat939]

Hey!!! It's 🇧🇷 anon here! How are you?

⠀

Well... can I request yandere Snake Fruit Cookie and Tainted Vanilla Cookie (separately) with a darling that is a dragon with a level equal to or higher than the Longan Dragon but instead of using it for evil they just don't use it or use it to help everyone?

Well... I don't know if this idea I had would fit with the yandere themes but... If you think it doesn't fit then you can make a normal relationship

And yes... I'm making a request for a character from your CRK AU (I hope you accept requests with your AU characters)

I’m sick, I guess to put it simply. This cold is getting worse and better at the same time. Tbh I kinda waited for something to come from you. Idk why I just expected something.

You didn’t specify headcanons or a fic so I just went with something in between.

Sorry last comment. Yes, I definitely do accept requests for my Villain AU. It helps me sort out thoughts and kinda get a better idea.

Tw: Kidnapping, snake bite/venom usage, mentions of murder, blood (strawberry jam), yandere itself lmao, feeling of being unaccepted (idk if this is a Tw)

(I made banners (⌒▽⌒))

Doesn’t use powers

Snake Fruit would have mixed feelings.

They hate the fact you’re a dragon at first. After all, you’re already what they strive so hard to be. So before they start to obsess, they interact with you in a malicious way.

Let’s say you were friendly or on good terms with Longan Dragon. So one day, while you were visiting the palace, Snake Fruit was taking orders from Longan. Curious to see who this new cookie was, you asked Longan.

“A snake who is desperate to become a dragon. They try to hide themselves and act like an obedient servant, but I know their intentions. All they want to do is overthrow my position. Such a disgrace indeed.”

Since then, you’ve been defensive whenever you passed by them in the long corridors. Likewise, whenever they greeted you there was underlying venom.

That was until they eavesdropped on your conversation with Longan.

“Why don’t you use your powers? Surely you must use them for something.”

“No, I just find no reason to use them. I don’t have any enemies, nor do I have the hunger for power like you.”

This piqued Snake Fruit’s curiosity. It’s quite ironic for a dragon to not use their powers. Especially one as powerful as Longan. Wanting to know more, they observed you more closely.

If you visit the palace they’ll greet you as per normal, but occasionally they’ll ask questions about your life.

“Ssay, you sseem to be living the liberty. Do you do anything elsse during your never-ending leissure?”

“I do like to observe the outside world from my living space. It’s interesting to see cookies do many different things.”

“You must usse your powerss to ssee around the world then!”

“Surprisingly no. I usually just sit next to my window and look at the civilization below.”

As they learn more, the more they appreciate your humbleness and neutrality when seeing other cookies.

In their mind, they see you as someone who believes power do not define social status. This especially makes them happy since they get called out at for being weak or fake. (From dragons at least)

Soon enough they become friendly and the poison between each other washed away; replaced with a friendship that soon turned into a more concerning relationship.

Snake Fruit now would follow you whenever they could. It was fine until one day, they appeared at your doorstep with tea and jellies in hand.

“Hello my friend! I’ve brought ssnackss for us to sshare!”

They would force themselves into your home and lounge around with you. Sitting beside you a little bit too close for friends. Staring into your cookie-soul with a smile that hid the true intentions. That’s when you started to get overwhelmed.

After a few months, you finally broke and confronted Snake Fruit; telling them that they’re being too unsettling. Finally, Snake Fruit hissed and in mere seconds they coiled themselves around you.

“We are on equal levelss you and I. You are the only who ssees my wayss, and treat with me with the resspect I’ve desired. I can’t sstop myself anymore. I need you by my sside, forever…”

In a state of panic, you struggled to decide your next action.

Should you use your power? No, you’ve sworn that you wouldn’t use them. Attack them? But what would occur in the future?

Your thoughts were stopped by a sharp pain going through your body. Snake Fruit had bit you.

You immediately started to feel weaker, limbs unable to struggle from the bind. Fatigue weighed you down, causing your brain to cease thinking properly.

“I’m glad you haven’t ussed your powerss. You really do love me don’t you? It’ss good that you only get weaker from my bite…And not death.”

In a few minutes your eyes started to droop, putting you to sleep. In your last moments of consciousness, you heard snickering and the feeling of being placed onto a cushion.

Snake Fruit had kidnapped you to their home, in their sedan with their servants. In power, just like how you once were.

Tainted Vanilla wouldn’t care too much. Except for the fact that you don’t care about status in terms of power. To him, that is a relief. After dealing with so much abandonment from his curse, it makes him feel accepted. (Snake Fruit and TV are similar for status lmao)

He definitely likes to ask why you don’t like using your powers.

“Say, you never use your powers. Even for the hardest tasks, you still don’t. Is there a reason why?”

“I like to think myself equal to all the cookies in this world. It makes me feel more in-touch with the present. Unlike Longan, who unfortunately cannot see the world is not only about power.” (Longan pulling a Raiden Shogun moment)

TV never liked change, it always made him feel uncomfortable; but seeing you wanting to accept all changes no matter what made him also want to accept change.

“Maybe I need to accept the fact Light Enchantress doesn’t see me as the same. Or is she just blind?”

There can be both a positive and negative end for Tainted Vanilla. The positive one being that he realizes people change, and so must he. The negative one being him going even more berserk and end up killing his beloved friend.

When he realizes he needs to change, he’ll stop wanting acknowledgement from Light Enchantress. Instead, he’ll just fight for the betrayal his comrades went through. It doesn’t mean he isn’t a little crazy though.

He won’t hesitate to bury his dough arms into strawberry jam.

Going back to the negative one, he’ll slowly start to doubt L. Enchantress even more and snaps. Before, he only wanted her to acknowledge the fact that he is still Vanilla cookie, and is only troubled with a curse that’s been cast upon him. Now, he wants total punishment.

He wants to see her in pain. For her to feel the torture he went through when she left him behind to crack. To see what devastation truly can be.

“You deserve this. You left me behind to the witches! Today, I stand here with demons and troubled souls haunting my mind and dough every moment!”

“I just couldn’t bare the thought of-”

You know the rest.

Keep in mind though, he’ll still keep you, no matter the ending. You are the only cookie to cure his curse temporarily when he’s around you. Although you’ll have more access to the company of other cookies if he’s happier. ——————————————————I think I just went raging fast with Tainted Vanilla’s…sorry about that.

When I was writing I realized how similar Tainted Vanilla and Snake Fruit are. They have similar problems, and are struggling to fix them.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

Unedited

- Celina

[postwarlevi]

Farmers Market

Content: It's literally you and Levi at an outdoor market. Enjoy!

"Levi, look here!" You call to him from another stall.

It was your favorite time of year, fall, when the weather cooled down. The outdoor markets were starting back up and it was opening day at your favorite one.

"Look at the size of the peppers, only a dollar!" Somehow produce sales just got you excited.

"They look alright." He says, wondering why they're so cheap.

"We got a good crop right on time this year." The vendor says.

"Let's get some." You say, ready to pull some cash out.

"Gonna go any cheaper?" Levi asks the man behind the table.

"Levi! How much cheaper can they be?" You're a bit embarrassed that he's starting in already. But Levi knows that if it were near the end of the day and there's too much left they always give a better deal.

The vendor laughs though. "Maybe. You know what? You were such good customers last season, if you want to buy in bulk, how about half off? Anything you want today." There really was a lot and he remembered how much you always picked up.

"See?" Levi tells you, kissing your temple, looking at what else there is.

You were convinced Levi could talk anyone into anything, and were happy to use it to your advantage.

Soon your rolling fold up cart is already half full with bell peppers, cucumber, cauliflower, bags of kale and a huge butternut squash that Levi was sure you'd make him cut into, even though he showed you how last time.

He handed the vendor the cash as you thanked him and were already off to another stall. It really was a good deal, not that you needed ten peppers.

You were already haggling over dried fruit and nuts, coming away with eight bags for a decent percentage off, stuffing them in the tote you had.

"I got you hazelnuts and beets." You say, seeing a small smile from Levi. When you weren't looking he rolled his eyes a bit, knowing the vendors must love seeing you coming. But you always made sure to throw in his favorites, and since you didn't come as often as you would like, Levi never minded.

"I'm gonna go to the tea stall. You want the cart?" He asks and you nod.

"What kind of fruit do you want?" You indicate where you're headed next.

"Citrus." As if you didn't know. You kiss his cheek before parting for a little bit.

Levi heads to his favorite tea vendor and sees she has some new stuff this year.

"Hi there Mr Ackerman!" She always tries to remember her returning customers.

He gives a polite hello and soon has overspent on not only his favorites but some new assortments he doesn't remember her having last season. He makes sure to get cinnamon as well, one of your favorites.

Levi passes by someone selling hats, the wide brim straw sun hat with with a purple ribbon catching his eye.

He's pretty sure you've mentioned wanting one, especially on warm days. Picking one up along with some long stemmed sunflowers at the next vendor, he goes to find you.

You're no longer at the fruits, thank goodness, so he goes towards the back.

He stops dead in his tracks after he spots you. In the short time you've been away your hair has been done into one long braid and you're currently modeling a blue and yellow sun dress in another vendors mirror.

You're beautiful in anything, and Levi can hear his heart pounding. Truth be told you could probably wear rags and would still outshine everyone else.

"Levi! You like?" You say, bounding towards him and breaking this thoughts.

He can only nod, reaching to pick up your braid.

"Oh! Some young girls are learning about business and charging five dollars and I wanted to support them. Only took a few minutes. They did so good!"

Levi leans forward to give a quick kiss to your lips, place then hat on your head and holds out the sunflowers.

"This is so great! Thank you." You gush about the things he's gotten you.

You go back to the dress stall to pay and pick up the cart, leaving your other outfit in the tote. Levi takes both the cart and your tote bag, leaving you with the flowers and an extra paper bag you didn't put in the cart.

Levi sees you got the oranges he requested, along with apples, pomegranates, pears and a whole pineapple that, again, you'll probably make him deal with.

You both take a seat for a little while, enjoying warm pastries and agua frescas.

"What's in the bag?" He asks as you've not let go of it yet.

"Your favorite tea vendor? Well, her partner is running a second stall full of products." You pull out the things in the bag.

"It's a tea warming plate." You say as Levi examines it. "Charge it and it'll last for days. Now when you get busy with work it'll always be warm."

"Why don't I already have one of these?" He wonders.

You shrug and dive back into the bag. "Well, now you do. And also, Bath Brew Pockets, and socks."

Levi stares at what surely are gag gifts. "You mean, I can bathe in tea?"

"Or we, unless you want it all to yourself." You then hold up the socks. His black pair with pink writing reads 'If You Can Read This' on one and 'Bring Me Tea' on the other. Your pink pair with black writing reads 'If You Can Read This' and 'Get Your Own.'

Levi chuckles. "These are ridiculous."

You grin. "Well yeah. You gonna use everything?"

"Of course." He would always love everything you picked.

After finishing your snack it's on to grab multiple varieties of honey, apricot and also cherry jam, two loaves of fresh bread and some muffins from your favorite bakery stall, a focaccia and a dozen rolls from another one, and a two pound block of feta, which Levi says you don't need, but in the tote it goes.

You can't help but want the hummingbird mosaic wind chime, and Levi agrees if you promise to put it up, and not store it away. He then goes for yet another plush throw blanket for you to cozy up together under while you pretend there's room for coconut bowls with matching utensils in your cabinets.

It's soon clear that your tote, cart, and both yours and Levis hands are full.

"I think that's all we can manage, love." He tells you.

You know he's right but think there's something you're missing. You could pass on the chocolates this time, but there's something else.

"Oh, what about the orange juice? It's always so good!" You couldn't leave without that.

"Right." He sighs lightly. No use reminding you of all the actual oranges you just bought.

Balancing another bag on the carts handle he tells you to wait for him and is soon back with a gallon of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"Yay!" You are happy to see the new bag.

You start back with all your items and suddenly gasp, remembering one more thing.

"No, I'm sorry, there's no more hands." Levi says, trying to guide you forward with just his knee.

"But the soaps!"

"Yes and the candles and the olive oils and the pies and the goat milk." Levi lists off some random things you'll probably want next time you come. "I mean, we have to get through all this first."

"The pies." You frown at what you missed, but there really is a lot of food.

You get to the car and load everything in, settling into the passenger seat for the ride home.

"How about we bake our own pie with the stuff we have? We can always come next week." He says, taking your hand in his. You usually only came once a month during the season since you always bought so much, but there were exceptions. Besides, there were things he'd forgotten about, too.

You look at the sunflowers you're holding in front of you. It's been a lovely outdoor morning with the man who holds your heart. "What kind of pie?" Everyday with him was a good day.

He looks over and smiles, bringing your hand to his lips. "Anything you want, angel. But first, we nap."

You look back and return his smile, wondering if Levi knows how happy he makes you, and hoping you do the same for him.

Silently, he's thinking the same about you.

an- In honor of my favorite outdoor market that just opened for the season! I'll mention again that domestic fluff with Levi in everyday life is my favorite thing. And pairing him and reader with food haha.

[mendesxruel]

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐋. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

summary: you and Luna are going on a date :)

warnings: fluff!, mentions of food

author's note: no gender specification! dedicated to @avrilstaro <3

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It was finally the day that you were going to have a date with Luna. The precious girl you've had feelings for so long.

You two decided that it would be a picnic date in a field next to her house, so after getting ready, you left and headed to her home.

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When you got there, you saw Luna waiting for you, sitting on the front porch with a basket in her hands. Smiling, you got closer.

"Hello," she said, her voice as soft as a rabbit's fur, "you look delightful."

"Thank you, Luna," you blushed "you look great, as always."

She smiled and got up. "Let's go?"

You nodded, and the two of you headed to the grass field.

It was the perfect weather, not too warm, not too cold. The Sunlight hit your skin, enhancing all of your beautiful features. And so it did with Luna's beauty too.

You couldn't help but stare at her pretty face, admiring the person you've always had a soft spot for.

As you two got close to a big tree, Luna opened the basket and took out a big, white cloth. She handed it to you and you placed it open on the grass.

Now seated, Luna grabbed the fruits, jams and sandwiches she had brought. You got the plates from the basket and put them on top of the cloth.

The minutes turned into hours as you two talked about your memories and giggled. The food tasted amazing, "I hand-picked the fruits from our garden!", she told you.

You then noticed a small squirrel getting close to you and sniffing a beautiful purple flower. Unfortunately, the flower was not alive, since it wasn't attached to its stem anymore. You slowly moved your hand to pet the squirrel, that got a bit scared and ran to Luna's side.

"I guess he likes you more," you giggled.

You smiled as you saw her petting the small animal which such care. "Don't worry, I like you more than I like him!" she told you, grinning. "Sorry, little guy," Luna whispered to the squirrel. With that, he decided to run away to search for some almonds.

You gently grabbed the purple flower that was beside you and got closer to Luna.

Timidly, you tuck her hair behind her ear and placed the flower there. "You look even prettier," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

She beamed at you, looking deeply into your eyes. Closing the distance between the two of you, she kissed you softly, yet lovingly. Her hand was placed on the side of your face, and she rubbed her finger against your skin, slowly.

This was the most peaceful you had been in a long time. And you wanted to have that forever, with her.

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[2goth2moth]

Hi there!! Could I request a satyr x AMAB!Reader with some frottage and/or size kink?? Perhaps even food-play? The rest is up to you :) (i don't like making anything too specific and letting the writer have a good amount of creative freedom)

-The Anonymous Anon(s)

Hey, I'm so sorry this took so long getting to you! This was a blast to write, and I really hope you enjoy it

The Most Important Meal of the Day (M!Satyr x AMAB!Reader, NSFW)

Big thanks to @xo-philia for beta-reading this!

This does feature food/foodplay, so keep that in mind if either of those things trigger you. Also, this really is just me projecting my romantic frustration so get ready for all the concentrated domesticity that I just can't seem to keep out of my writing.

Word count: 2276

Includes: Foodplay/food kink, frottage, mentioned/mild size kink, coming in pants,

There were certainly worse ways to be woken up than by the smell of freshly cooked breakfast. It was by no means a rare occurrence in your house, but it was nevertheless always appreciated. On this particular morning, the sweet smell of blueberries wafting into your room dragged you from your sleep and to the kitchen. A plate of pancakes sat on the small dining table, along with a pot of coffee and a bowl of cut fruit. The door to the fridge was open, doing a poor job of hiding a furry rump that could only belong to your boyfriend. He was rummaging around, humming to himself and shaking his hips to the tune. It was very cute.

As quietly as you could, you snuck through the kitchen until you stood right behind him, pausing for a second before wrapping your arms around his waist. He jumped a little bit at the contact, hooves scrabbling on the floor as he rushed to turn around in your hold.

“Good morning, Alexis,” you mumbled, still groggy, cuddling him closer to you.

His furry ears twitched, and he gently smacked your chest in feigned frustration. “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you scared me half to fucking death! I didn’t even know you were awake yet.”

“Mmmm, sorry.” You tucked your face into the warm fuzz of the side of his neck. “It just smelled so good, and then you looked too cute not to touch…”

The skin that you were nosing against heated up even more, and it took all of your self-control not to smirk at the fact that he was getting flustered, even after all this time. It was true, though. Alexis ran warm, especially when working around the stove, and to remedy this he had a habit of cooking naked, save a very pretty vintage apron patterned with delicately rendered wildflowers that somehow stayed miraculously spotless no matter how many times it was worn. The emerald fabric of its tie was knotted into a bow at his back, digging ever-so-slightly into the soft flesh of his waist. The colour was gorgeous against the chocolate brown fur of his hindquarters.

“It’s not fair,” you groaned quietly, nuzzling further into the side of his neck.

Alexis finished getting the maple syrup out of the fridge and waddled to the table the best he could with you still clinging to him. “What isn’t?”

“Just you,” you grumbled into his skin, ”It’s too fucking early for you to look this good and be productive enough to cook.”

He laughed sweetly at your complaints and put the bottle of syrup onto the table before gently unwrapping your arms from around him. You sat down in your chair, just noticing the plate on the table opposite to you. It was dirty, covered in scraps of pancake and smears of jam (Because Alexis ate his pancakes with jam instead of syrup so that they didn’t “get wet”? You never quite understood his logic on that one).

“Did you already eat?”

“Yup.” He hopped up to sit on the edge of the table, furry hind legs kicking idly from beneath the green hem of his apron. “I wanted to wait so I could eat with you, but someone slept late today.”

You pulled the most cartoonishly shocked face you could. “‘Slept late’?! It’s only, like, nine in the morning, you little menace!”

“It’s more like a quarter to ten now, actually.” Pushing the uneaten plate and the bowl of fruit towards you, Alexis tugged gently on your ear, his dark eyes full of affection. “Now eat up before it gets cold.”

The small stack of pancakes was dotted with blueberries and there was a pat of butter slowly melting over the top. Chunks of peach and mango lay mixed with berries in the bowl, juice smearing the inside. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Small fingers darted across your vision to snag a strawberry and pop it into Alexis’ mouth, too quick for you to stop him. You made an indignant noise and batted fruitlessly at him. “I thought you already ate!”

He shot you a cheeky grin. “You know I can’t resist something tasty when it's in front of me.” And the tip of his pink tongue flicked over his finger before he stuck it into his mouth.

The sight of Alexis sucking the juice from his fingers coupled with his suggestive words had you hardening in your loose pyjama shorts. A quick survey of the table, the fruit and the pancakes and the syrup that sat before you, gave you an idea. You gently wrapped your hand around one of his ankles, stopping his leg’s rhythmic kicking in its tracks.

“I can’t either.” You stared up at him through your eyelashes, rubbing your thumb over the place where the coarse fur of his leg met the hard material of his hoof.

He giggled at you, eying the growing bulge in your pants. “I can see that.” Letting his legs fall open teasingly, you could see his own arousal beginning to tent the front of his apron. “Now, are you going to do something about it? You still haven’t touched your food.”

“Come here,” you said with a gentle tug on Alexis’ leg.

Moving like water, he slid off the table and directly into your lap, perched so that he put barely any weight on your thighs beneath him. A slight wiggle to get himself comfortable made his weight drag against your groin, pulling a quiet groan from your mouth. He cupped your face in his hands and leaned down to kiss your brow.

“You have a scheme going on in that beautiful head of yours, don’t you?”

You hummed and nodded, ghosting your hands up his back to linger at the nape of his neck. A simple bow kept the top of the apron up, and you let your hands catch teasingly on its loops. “This will have come off, it’s too pretty to get dirty.”

“Do it then.” Alexis leaned forward to kiss you again, his lips against your cheek in the exact right place for his nose to brush your ear. “But I certainly hope you plan on getting me dirty, no matter how pretty I am.”

A quick tug on the loose ends of the bow had it coming undone easily in your hands. The bib of his apron went slack but stayed up, the sides gapping just enough for you to see the soft curve of his chest underneath. Downy fluff, the same that made up the undercoat of his legs, trailed from the curls of his hair onto his spine, and you followed the now-uninterrupted line with loving fingertips until you reached the tie at his waist. Delicious tremors went through him with every inch that passed under your hands, making him lean into your chest, his arms slung around your neck. He was heavy against you, solid and sure despite his shuddering breaths as you slowly untied the bow at his back, and you decided-- not for the first time-- that heaven was a lapful of warm, gorgeous satyr. Your hands ventured lower, threading into the thick double-layered fur of his hindquarters until you could scratch at the base of the short tail that extended from the cleft of his ass. Alexis whined and his tail flicked frantically as he rocked his hips into yours.

“You’re so sensitive,” you crooned into his ear as you slowly pulled the fabric of the apron from between your bodies, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled pile.

A moan, muffled by your shoulder, was all you got in response as his cock, now fully hard, sprung up to bob enticingly between your stomachs. It was huge, way bigger than any human penis you’d even seen, the flushed head reaching almost all the way to the top of your sternum. You couldn’t help but swipe your thumb over the pre-cum beading at the tip when you reached behind him to gather the food to the very edge of the table.

The syrup first, you decided. The bottle was still cold from the fridge, slippery from condensation on the outside, and it took a fair bit of concentration to get the top open. Your job was not made any easier by the circles his hips were grinding into yours, or the path of his hot, wet mouth over your throat, or the damp spot your leaking cock was leaving on the front of your shorts.

He flinched and moaned at the first freezing drip of syrup that fell over his shoulder. Goosebumps rose in its wake as it crawled ever-so-slowly over his chest. You waited until it reached a peaked brown nipple before lowering your head to lick it up, relishing just as much in the feeling of soft hair and warm skin under your tongue as you did the sweet taste of maple.

“This isn’t qu-quite what I meant when I told you to ‘eat up’.”

“No?” You pulled away from him to pop a piece of mango into your mouth. “Do you want me to stop?”

His legs clenched around you, hooves clicking dully against the legs of the chair. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Smirking up at him, you poured more syrup onto his chest, a thick stream right under Alexis’ collar that trickled sluggishly down his entire torso as you tore the pancakes into chunks behind him. You took one of the pieces and swiped it through the sticky mess on his chest, putting it into your mouth and chewing. As Alexis continued rutting against you, his length dragging against your body and sweet little gasps coming from his mouth, it became very clear that such mundane things as “eating breakfast” could wait until after you had both cum.

You took a moment to pour even more syrup over him, the thick amber liquid wetting down the hair on his chest, catching on his nipples, running into the dip of his breastbone and under his chest and his navel. His ears fluttered happily and he gasped at the feeling, grinding down harder onto your lap. You loved the look on his face: eyes fluttering shut, blunt teeth sunk deep into his lower lip, mouth slack and wet. Sparing yourself only a moment to enjoy it, you kissed the underside of his jaw once before diving back into his chest. Fingers firm and sticky on his hips, you lapped greedily at the syrup covering his torso.

“Oh fuuuck,” Alexis moaned when you let your lip drag over his nipple.

He ground his groin deliberately into yours, the pressure and friction of his body through your shorts making you groan into his skin. You redoubled your attention on his nipples, licking and sucking on one while bringing one hand up from his waist to pinch the other, rolling the nub between your fingertips before squeezing it hard enough for it to toe the line of “too painful”. Alexis moaned again, the sound throaty and lewd, and you knew that if you looked up you would see his head tilted as far back as it would go in pleasure. His hips were rocking constantly now, stoking the fire of your orgasm deep in your gut as his own cock was rock-hard, flushed and leaking onto your shirt. A particularly hard press down onto you sent your hips jumping to meet his.

“Please, for the love of God do that again.”

The plea, desperate and beautiful, sent fire licking through your veins. You dropped your hand to grip one of his plump, furry asscheeks, and began rocking your hips up into Alexis’ as intensely as he had been rutting into you, rubbing your cock against his through wet fabric. The syrup where your mouth was had long since been licked away, but you kept lavishing his chest with attention as you ground together, sucking and nipping at the sensitive little bud, leaving hickies and bite marks in his supple flesh. Small gasps and whimpers were leaving both of your mouths constantly now, Alexis’ hips stuttering with every grinding motion, his thighs quivering around yours as his climax grew nearer with each second.

Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he pressed his body even closer to yours. With both of your hard, weeping cocks trapped between you, you could feel every miniscule movement of his warm body against yours. It got to be too much very quickly, and you pulled him flush to you as you came with a muffled cry. He continued rolling his hips with hiccuping sounds, sounds that rose to a loud groan when you let your teeth graze over his nipple. You let it happen again, the barest tease of a bite, a promise that you made good on seconds later when you sank your teeth into the delicate skin. The sharp burst of painful pleasure sent his spine bowing backwards as his own climax shuddered through him. Cum shot out of his cock, more of it than could have come out of a human, pearly ribbons hitting your chin and soaking into your shirt as he went boneless in your arms.

Objectively the whole thing felt a little ridiculous: the two of you humping like rabbits in your kitchen while breakfast got cold, covered in maple syrup and cum, yourself still completely clothed. But no matter how ridiculous it seemed like it should have been, you couldn’t deny that it was easily one of the hottest things you had ever done. You just absolutely were not looking forward to the clean-up.

[rjalker]

"Try to investigate a little further, Charley, find out where we've landed this time."

"How do I do that? I can't even see my hand in front of my face?"

"Sight is just one of your five senses, what do the others tell you?"

"Well, I can't hear anything."

"No?"

"Nothing at all."

"Well even that might be a clue -- we've landed somewhere silent."

"Not a very interesting clue, though."

"No, fair enough. How about smell?"

"Oh, it's a bit musty, but I think I can smell...fruit."

"Really?"

"Yes, it is fruit! Oranges, lemons, I can distinctly smell lemons!"

"Silent and fruity, sounds enchanting! There's one torch, now where's the other..."

"And touch.,,"

"Be careful, Charley."

"Oh, there's a wall on my left, and on my right...no, I can feel something, another wall--oh!"

*the sound of shattering glass*

"Charley? Charley! Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me turn the torch on. Oh, I'm so sorry Charley, that was stupid of me. Oh, Charley!"

"What is it? Is that...blood?"

"I think so."

"But, there's so much of it. How can there be so much of it?"

"Don't move, Charley, you may have severed an artery, let me look."

"I don't feel anything, Doctor, no pain at all!"

"Shock, I expect, oh, if only it wasn't so dark! Oh."

"What is it?"

"I think you can relax, Charley."

"But the blood!"

"Mm. It's jam. Raspberry jam if I'm not mistaken, rather nice, in fact."

"I must have knocked a jar of it onto the floor..."

[noxalux]

Neptune

(Sorry for any grammar errors, I'll fix them tomorrow! ( ´･ω･))

• Birthday: March 14 (Pisces & Pi day)

• Height: 5'10

• Age: 20

• Species: Skeleton Mage

• Abilities: Teleportation, levitation, magic spells, bone attacks, etcetera.

• Summary: Bits and pieces of him we're collected by his human mother, who's a strong mage. He was made from skeleron pieces covered in tar, magical flowers, and the blood from his mother. The two lived without a worry for a few years, but sadly his mother got hurt by the hands of mage/monster haters. So now, he taken over the magic shop his mother made and takes care of her. He does what he can to keep her spirits up.

• Personality

Shy: If he doesn't have to, then he won't talk. He'd rather be on his own doing his own thing than being around others. "I could be doing something better with this time..." That's not to say he doesn't want to make friends, it's just...really hard on the poor guy. He feels like if he doesn't get them to crack a smile, then he feels like he did something wrong. If he looks at you and gets a bad vibe from you, then don't expect him to ever glance your way again.

Smart: Since he reads a lot, he's absorbed a bunch of knowledge and has a high IQ. No one is really surprised by his intelligence, as he's usually seen with a large book. But sometimes, he can be so oblivious to social cues, such as flirty cues, as he's not around others much. Plus, he just thinks that nobody would be interested in him like that. But every once in a while, he'll make a few puns that others have relayed to him.

Loyal: It takes a while for him to open up to someone, but once you've gained his trust, you'll have his loyalty. He'll go above and beyond for his loved ones, whether it be something simple like picking something up, to fighting a bunch of enemies in order to save your life. He's the most loyal monster you'll see for quite some time. But he won't be too kind if he finds out you've betrayed him... He doesn't have time for petty traitors.

Yandere: With little contact to others, Neptune clings onto the friends that he has. He doesn't mean to, but he's afraid of him and his mother being lonely. So he'll do what he can to convince them to stay, even if it's through...tiny white lies... Now, when it comes to someone he's in love with... He'll do what he can to show them how comfortable it is in his little home. How his mom is such awesome company. That he can take care of them and be a perfect boyfriend, and soon-to-be-husband. His mom doesn't know about this side of him.

• Stats

Hp: 314

Atk: 450

Def: 400

• Hobbies include

Gardening: He likes planting fruits and vegetables so that he doesn't have to go out and buy from others. He especially likes planting flowers. He always reads books about their symbolism, so he'll take extra care of them and give certain flowers to certain people. He'll offer some fruit or vegetables form the garden to someone he has a deep interest in. But don't waste his kindness, otherwise he'll immediately take it back and scold you on the importance of food. He'll send flowers to his crush, certain flowers on certain days, and certain flowers depending on the mood.

Cooking: He likes to make all sorts of dishes, mainly deserts, since that's what him and his mom like. He'll make a dish and if him and his mom like it then he'll make it again, if they don't, then it'll never be seen in their house again. Not a picky eater, but abhors pickles with every fiber of his being. For his lover, he likes to make them whatever they want and will do it with style.

Sewing: Since he's a skeleton, he liked to make his own clothes so that it's more comfortable and best suited for him. Usually, he'll make long tops and bottoms since he likes to cover his battle wounds. He loves making items for his friends and always has a mini fashion show where his lover tries on special made clothes. If he really wanted to, he could become a fashion designer.

Reading: Any type of book you give him, he'll suck up all the information and he'll remember it. Learning and gaining knowledge makes him feel smart and to an extent, more important. He's always striving to make his mother proud and likes to impress his friends. Extra bonus points if he impresses his lover. Some of his favorite books are based on astrology, flowers and romance.

Music: He loves singing his soul out. But he loves listening to music even more. He can jam out to music all day, everyday, and never get bored of it. You'll usually hear him humming while reading, cooking, gardening, you name it! He can play the flute and the violin, and is hoping to learn how to play the piano soon.

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

The Week.

Summary: You and John spend the week together in Tokyo, Japan. A week that would change your lives for good.

Warnings: Bit of drinking and swearing but that's about it, lots of fluff!

A/N: I know it's been far too long!! Sorry about that! Just been so busy between life and writing that I haven't had the chance to take the time to upload and edit my work! Plus the eye infection didn't help 😭😅Nevertheless, here is the next part- lookout for a little song reference 😉 Enjoy! 💖

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Day 2.

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A restless night was washed off in a quick shower. The sleep was still softly clutching onto your body however, but you had a busy day ahead and you couldn't let that get to you. You tossed your old towels into the empty bath for the housekeeper to take away and changed into something comfortable before making your way downstairs for breakfast. It was seven thirty in the morning.

You stepped into the lift and pressed the floor where the restaurant was. When the lift stopped in the floor below yours, a flurry of excited and eager butterflies emerged in your stomach. You were disappointed when the doors opened and John wasn't there- but he still might be sleeping. Instead a young family entered and pressed the button to the lobby. When you got out of the lift, you slowly walked to the restaurant and were led to a table. There was a spread of food along a wall and a menu on the table. You ordered a few things from it and the biggest cup of coffee they had. You got up and grabbed a bowl of funky sounding fruit to start with and grabbed one of the newspapers they had and put it on the table beside you, reading it while you ate your fruit.

Your coffee arrived...and so did someone else. "Morning!" They chirped and you looked up, a smile suddenly appearing on your face.

"Good morning, John," you folded up the paper "How'd you sleep?" You asked.

"I didn't." He still managed to lowly chuckle despite being exhausted.

You smirked "Neither did I." He was still standing- there was a spare chair across from you. "Do you want to join me for breakfast?"

"You sure?" He asked, already pulling out the chair.

"Course," you smiled and he sat down, and placed his order with the server. "I like having company." You smiled into your coffee cup "I always travel alone- it's a nice change having breakfast with someone."

"I hope I'm not keeping you from your work." The worry was adamant in John's voice but you waved away his concerns and told him that he wasn't. "I'm assuming you're a fellow Londoner from your accent?" He put that out there and then silently thanked the waiter for his tea that he had ordered.

"You assume correct. I live just west of Kensington." John choked on his tea and you raised a brow. "What?"

"I live just west of Kensington!" He grinned. "Melrose Gardens!"

You went wide-eyed "No way! I stay on Dewhurst Road! You are like five minutes away from me!" You giggled and John rested his chin on his hand with a toothy grin. Your laughter died down and you looked at him with a soft, amazed smile. "Isn't it funny that you can travel halfway around the world and then find someone who lives down the road from you?"

"Very funny," he mused.

"It's fascinating how small our little big world is." You said just as your breakfasts arrived.

"So what are your plans for today?" He asked. "Do you focus on a particular point of interest or sights to write about?" John was genuinely interested in what you did and when he arrived back in the U.K., he was sure to get his hands on a paper to read your work.

"I try and focus on a bit on every aspect. I tend to spend a week wherever I go to try and do a bit of everything a place has to offer." You began to explain, the pair of you still eating away at your breakfasts. "So today for example, today I'm going to the shops and I'm going to explore a little- jot down anything I find interesting or if I spot any quirky hotspots . I'll take a lot of photos too. But during the week I'll go on a excursion, see what modes of public transport are available, check out the nightlife, try the traditional restaurants...that sort of thing."

"You've certainly got a jam-packed week. Sounds fun too!" He took a bite of toast. "I'll probably be stuck in here all week- especially since my bandmates will be far too busy lazing about." He added with an eye roll.

You chortled before you were hit with an idea. "If you're not busy...you could always tag along with me if you want? I don't mind." You nonchalantly shrugged and sipped away on your coffee.

"R-really?! Sure! I'd love to!" John knew he sounded a little too enthusiastic.

"Great! Well I'll get myself organised and I can meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes?" You suggested and both stood up at the same time.

"Perfect!" You both made your way to the lift, John got off at his floor. "See you soon!" You sent him a small wave and continued going up another floor. You grabbed your bag that had all your necessities in it and your camera along with a guidebook. Before you went anywhere you always read up about where you were going and took a guidebook on the journey with you. The maps inside were especially handy.

Twenty minutes later you met with John who was eagerly waiting for you and an adventure around Tokyo. "Ready to go?" You asked and he nodded and the pair of you stepped outside. The sun was out and there was a scattering of fluffy white clouds in the sky. You ended up down a busy little side street. You spotted a shop who's window display consisted of bright yellow, plastic streamers and questionable looking mannequins in even more questionable positions. "We should head in," you pointed to the door.

"In there?" John pointed too "It looks mad!"

You took his hand and you both felt a jolt of electricity bolt up your arms. "That's exactly why we're going in." John was happy to be dragged by you into the weird wonderland of whimsical mishmash paraphernalia. It held everything from telephones to a literal kitchen sink, as well as odd pairs of shoes, cut out bras and glittery rubber ducks.

"This looks like the inside of Freddie's head," John murmured with a smirk while he took in the emporium of sheer madness.

You smiled and made a mental note to ask about his bandmates later. Walking up ahead, you laughed and picked up a cowboy hat "John," you called him and he looked over, stifling a laugh. "What do you think?" You dramatically accentuated your poses.

"You actually really suit that! You should get it!" You took it off and admired it before taking his advice. John found himself in a little gap filled with rails of clothes and picked up a very jazzy, sequinned, feathery bra. "Think this is too much?" He joked and you giggled.

"Matches your sparkling eyes..." you said without even thinking. Your mouth just blabbed the truth. John had a shy smile on his face while yours went bright red. "Um..." you nervously picked up something and held it in front of him "I think you'd look good in this shirt. Brings out your eyes." You mentally slapped yourself bringing up his beautiful eyes yet again within a matter of seconds.

"You got a thing for my eyes?" He teased but John was a giddy, nervous wreck now he knew that you liked his eyes. He'd use that to his advantage.

"I think we should pay and explore more of the city," you managed to speak out and after grabbing a few more things which included a pair of sunglasses and funky light up earrings, you paid and headed to more shops.

You and John found yourselves in a clothes shop that was deeply embracing the trends of the 70's along with a few traditional outfits. You snapped a few photos of the store and of the cheerful cashier who happily stuck his thumbs up when you snapped a picture. You thanked him and continued taking more photos, including one of John candidly looking through the rails. After picking up an armful of clothes each, you tried them on- some for a laugh and others because they were genuinely nice pieces. You emerged out of the changing booth, pulling back the orange velvet curtain and looked in the mirror in front of you. Then John emerged and you burst out laughing at what you were both wearing. "We look like Sonny and Cher!" You giggled and John stood next to you and scrutinised the immensely tacky outfits.

"I don't have a moustache!" He chuckled.

You reached across and pulled a strand of his long hair in front of his face, above his lip. "Now you do!" You laughed even louder.

John grabbed a piece and placed it over your lip. "So do you." He took it away and lightly gasped "It's still there!" Your jaw dropped but your mouth was curving upwards at his playful remark.

You lightly jabbed his side "Very funny." The cashier, who was laughing at the pair of you, pointed at your camera and then the two of you as if to ask 'Would you like your photo taken?' You nodded with a small smile and handed him the camera. He took two and handed it back. "Arigatō!" You bowed and he did the same. John looked at you with an amazed smile.

"You know Japanese?" He asked.

You shook your head and changed, still talking to him- the room was so small and the wall and curtains were thin enough for him to still hear you. "Only a little. 'Thanks' is pretty easy- I couldn't have a full blown conversation in the language." You changed into a traditional dress and stepped out, John was still admiring his choice of outfit that made him look like Sonny. "What do you think?" You asked and he looked at you via the mirror. His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught.

"You look beautiful in that..." he was dumbfounded by your beauty in such a traditional look.

You sheepishly smiled. "Arigatō..." you winked and then changed back into your own clothes, picking out a few bits that you liked and a jumper that your mum would love as well as the traditional dress. You both paid and headed to the next shop, snapping yet more photos, then another, and then another, then stopped off for some street food- a platter of sushi and gyoza's before heading to yet another shop and picking up a kimono each. "That was a very successful day shopping!" You entered the hotel with your arms full of bags.

"I think the term 'shop till you drop' is the definition of what we've done today!" John tiredly laughed. "God, I need a shower now! That was so fun!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," you managed to press the lift button. "Thanks for coming along with me. I had a great time and got lots of great photos!"

"Thanks for the invite." John sent you a warm smile. "Now it's my turn to return an invite- meet you at the bar later? Around seven?" He asked with a glimmer of hope in his eyes and nervous, twiddling fingers.

"Yeah!" You quickly agreed- perhaps a little too fast but that didn't bother John.

He got off at the floor below yours and headed to his room with a smile. He had never had so much fun in such few hours- especially shopping! It was like you had opened his eyes to a new and exciting world. Then it dawned on him that perhaps the company made a difference and was the influence of why he had such fun. Sure, he had been to the shops with past girlfriends but it was a chore to him. But shopping with you and your 'eyes wide open to everything and anything' view changed his initial perspective on going shopping with someone.

You put all your bags down in the corner of your room for now, you'd pack everything away at some point. You took out the camera and photos from the bag it was in and smiled at one- of many photos- of John. He was standing facing a sign that was in Japanese, the light from it bounced perfectly off his face and he looked ethereal- he was glowing. The shadows created perfectly highlighted his exquisite features. You were in awe.

Seven o'clock rolled around fast. John was at the bar first waiting for you with a untouched glass of Suntory beside him. He looked up at the right moment and saw you walk in wearing a lovely black dress with little flowers on it. "Thought I'd make an effort for rock royalty..." you spun on the spot.

John decided to joke with you. "That's an effort?" He widely grinned and you feigned offence with a smirk. "I'm only kidding! You know I'm joking!"

"You're ballsy, John Deacon!" You pointed as you sat next to him, then you saw the drink. "And you got my usual." You leaned forward and clinked your glass with his. "Am I that predictable after being in my company for just over a day?" You both looked over hearing an eruption of laughter. The group of Japanese businessmen who were there in the same spot as last night. "People drinking for days gone by, huh?" You smirked and motioned over to them. "They were here last night too. But then again, time don't mean a thing- especially when you're jet lagged." John hummed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I could sleep."

"Me too," John sighed and took a drink. "Maybe one night I'm here I'll be able to." You casually rested a hand on your cheek, keeping your attention on John. "That night feels like years away...." he laughed "But then again, time don't mean a thing." He repeated your words and the corner of your lip tugged upwards for a split second.

The group of men laughed again and you and John smiled "Sounds like they are having fun."

"I had fun today," John said before taking a sip of his drink "Most fun since I've been here really- our management were really pushing us last week in Kyoto. Wasn't very enjoyable, a lot of pressure." He sighed and played with the napkin under his glass.

Your eyebrows softened and you reached across and instinctively placed your hand on his forearm and he stopped toying with the napkin. The contact sent John's heart fluttering. "You know, maybe you should take a break from listening to what they tell you to do and start listening to yourself. You might actually live a little and feel better if you did." You suggested before taking a drink. "You're your own person John. No one can ever take that away from you." You smiled at him. John placed his hand on the top of yours, his thumb brushed over the back of your hand.

"I might just do that, Y/N."

You were looking at each other in silence for a few minutes and then the bartender- the same one from last night- disturbed you both. You had both learned his name, Harry, he asked if you'd like another round of drinks. "Last round for me," you looked to John "I hope you don't mind, I want to attempt to get some sleep tonight!"

John nodded with a grin "I'm on the same boat as you! I'll make an attempt to get some shut eye but I doubt I'll get much."

"The jet lag is still kicking the shit out of me so I'll be up most of the night too no doubt." You tiredly smiled "It really sucks." You thanked Harry with a silent smile and raised your glass at John who did the same. You both took your time on your last drink before parting ways for the night. "Thanks for a great day, John. I had an amazing time."

"Hope we can do it again...I'd really like it if we did." He bit on his lip and you shyly smiled while nodding your head. You were hoping he'd say that. "Hope you get some sleep."

"I hope you get some sleep too, John." You got off first. "Night. Sweet dreams." You waved and caught one final glimpse of him. Or so you thought.

John pressed his hand against the door to hold it open and popped his head out "And Y/N!" He called.

You turned around "Yes?"

He smiled, admiring the sight he knew was fortunate enough to be looking at. "You really didn't need to make the effort. You already look absolutely beautiful."

You bashfully smiled "Thank you." John forced himself back into the lift. The doors shut and he endured another floor in the lift listening to yet more piano music. You quickly changed into your pyjamas, turned off the room lights and tossed yourself onto the bed- not bothering to find what remote closed the curtains. You fell asleep with the glowing Tokyo lights in the background while thinking of John.

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Could I ask for a simple interaction between Hopeaterart's gang & Lotus & The Beautiful People?

Lotus: *Listening to his Walkman*

The Beautiful People: What you listening to Little Bro?

Lotus: D4C

The Beautiful People: Which was that again?

Lotus: AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap".

The Beautiful People: Lotus...I'm glad to be dead. Though at the same time I'm glad I could stay with you.

Lotus: Me to Big Brother.

Behind them at an outdoor shopping mall.

Jona: Hm. How much would it be for one of every fruit here?

Yui: With all due respect we really should get a move on here. You all still must find a hotel.

Alois: ("I'll go!")

Ronan: Alone?

Alois: ("Bah! What's gonna happen? I'll just wait for someone to ask me what's up. As long as they aren't a Stand user there'll be no hassle.")

Alois left.

Yui: I implore that you hurry Jona.

Jona: Ok! I'll have 1 of each!

Shop keeper: Oh that reminds me would you like a free sample?

Jona: Free sample!!!

Yui: Oh good grief.

Willy: I want one to!

Irving: Don't worry! I'm sure we'll leave here...Eventually.

Shop keeper: Just sign this pa- WOAH! THAT KID OVER THERE! Are they!? FLOATING!?

They all turn to see Lotus ontop of The Beautiful People's back.

Irving: I...Is that a...Human?

Ronan: With pins lodged in it's head? I don't think so.

Yui: Well they just said it was floating so I would assume that since the shop keeper can't see it then... ...That thing is a Stand.

Jona: The boy looks a bit...tired. Maybe they're lost.

Ronan: We should buy them something. Him and his Stand don't appear to be causing trouble.

They all approached Lotus. Looking up to him.

Irving: Hey there kid. Are you lost?

Lotus: I don't need your pampering pencil neck.

Irving: Ctting deep there aren't we.

Lotus: Sorry. I'm in a bit of a struggle.

Jona: Hmm?

Lotus: You see that group of people over there? They're all a rich family.

Jona: Hey that's just like u-

Lotus: I hate all rich families. No matter how noble they are.

Jona: Oh. Well surely they're not all bad.

Lotus: You can see my Big Brother right?

Ronan: Right.

Lotus: You see the rope around his neck? That used to be a noose. My brother killed himself because of the actions of the rich. It's all there fault and for that they all deserve to die by the hands of Big Brother's ability.

Ronan: Oh god.

A random rich snob appeared nudging Yui out the way?

Rich guy: MOVE IT BRAT! YOU'RE IN THE WAY!

They then proceed to knock over Yui into everyone else they fell on their asses.

Ronan: Hey. What's your problem!

Lotus: You poor woman. You are unlike the rest of us. You lost your limbs but it seems you have an ability to make up for it. Please allow me present you all my Big Brother's ability on behalf of your friend with the magic arms.

The Beautiful People yanked a nail out it's head then it jammed it directly into it's own throat.

Irving: WHAT THE HELL!!!

It then dragged it along it's neck then the rich snob was lying in a puddle of blood.

Lotus: The rich don't deserve to live. That's what I say. No matter how pure you are if you're rich then you've got a death sentence approaching you if you come within my eye sight. Ever since Big Brother came back from the dead he's had this ability to inflict pain upon others through harming himself. But we only use on the self proclaimed beautiful people.

Ronan: Woah! Shit!

Lotus: But you all seem ok...Goodbye now. Hope you have a pleasant continuation of your day.

Lotus & The Beautiful People left.

Yui: What now?

Irving: Come we'll just pretend we saw nothing.