#admin cocoa

[cocoawillow]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑺𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔

(You are getting old~ 🎶)

My favorite pics 🥰 -

And random pics 😌 -

-

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to his older sister. He finds himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED ❕ 🏷️

snowed in

The snow had come raining down at midnight and hadn’t stopped even though the droplets had piled up spec by spec until mere inches turned into a foot of snow. For the most part her day was cozy, classes had been canceled due to the ongoing weather, and most of her time was spent with her little sister – the two of them having spent all of their time balled up on the couch with cocoa while watching movies. Eventually a knock at her door pulled her focus away from the film, the fourth Harry potter which the two had taken the entire day to binge, from 9 in the morning to now, the clock now settling on 7:50. Sitting her cocoa on the coffee table she drops her blanket onto the couch and strolls over to the door, her gaze still glued to the television on the movie she had seen millions of times. As she unlocks the door and swings it open she’s a little confused to See Mari, Fatou and Jinsoul on the other side.

“I know i said come over anytime when i first got this place but i didn’t mean just show up without texting or anything.’’

“Oh whatever, is that what you’re wearing tonight?’’ Jinsoul responds as she pushes her way inside.

“You don’t look ready at all.’’ Mari throws in her two cents as she walks inside along with Fatou.

“Um ready for what exactly?’’

“Don’t you have a skating lesson tonight? Remember you asked us to stay here with june?’’ Fatou reminds her, taking a seat on the couch and grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Um that was before it snowed so deep that i could lose a shoe in it.’’

“Well first of all the snow stopped like an hour ago, second since when have you ever let a little snow stop you?’’

“Look i just didn’t feel like driving through that okay?’’ she snaps, obviously there had been something more to her reasoning for not wanting to go out, but they were already here and it was too late to come up with any sort of excuse.

“Yn get your ass up and go or i’ll drag your ass to the car an drive you myself.’’ Jinsoul threatens which earns a quizzical look from mari.

“If you drive the two of you wont even make it out of the parking garage.’’ Fatou comments, making mari stifle a laugh.

“I’m not that bad?’’

“Baby you ran ran over a curb, fucked up the bottom of the car and popped two tires, it took Yeonjun and Riwoo an hour to fix that damage.’’ yn interjects making jinsoul roll her eyes.

“That curb literally came out of nowhere. That was supposed to be an exit.”

“Yeah okay.’’ Mari responds, her gaze alone said that she hadn’t been listening to a word the girl said. “Anyways you have somewhere to be, so get out of those pjs and go get some clothes on, we didn’t drive all the way here for nothing.’’

As much as yn had tried to argue and defend her case it was worthless when pinned up against the three of them. The three could argue for hours even if it was a topic they knew absolutely jackshit about. That was the exact reason she now found herself sitting out in the parking lot of the now empty rink where she knew only Sunghoon would be inside, waiting for her. After their last lesson she felt somewhat awkward being around him – having made all of those tweets only she knew about had made her start to look at him a little differently. His soft spoken words when he taught and his smooth soft hands had led her to take in other details about him. The way his eyebrows knit together when he was studying others movements or observing them, the way he sometimes spaced out when he thought no one else was looking? The way he drew his fingers through his hair when he was deep in thought or overwhelmed.

Was it normal to observe this much about someone you considered a newfound friend? A ding from her phone drew her attention, and as she clicked on her phone her eyes found his name, a message that read — are you still coming? To which she responds “right outside” the moment she stepped inside as if it was tradition for her, instinctively her eyes searched for him. She found him gliding and twirling around the rink as if it was something he’d done millions of times, but she had never seen this from him until now. She had been completely mesmerized by him. Then his eyes fell upon her and her breath caught in her throat as he came to a stop.

“About time you got here, was starting to think you tried to flee the country again.’’

“God will you guys let that go.’’ you groan and Sunghoon chuckles at the way you visibly cringe, embarrassed by your own actions from that night.

“Still haven’t told me why you tried to by the way.’’

“And you’ll never know. Some things are meant to be a mystery.’’

“The girl who’s facial expressions say what she’s thinking at all times think she’s mysterious?’’ Sunghoon teases, his brows knit together as an amused grin makes its way to his face. An expression that she hadn’t seen often on his face until this point.

Sunghoon was starting to get far more comfortable with her than before. He talked more, started most of their conversations as she also would, he even found himself smiling a lot more around her. It wasn’t that he didn’t smile often but when it came to meeting new friends especially women it took longer for him to warm up with them. In contrast to Chaewon who’s pushy and much like the guys she was completely different. She was kind, caring, attentive, opinionated..the list goes on and on, but he had no time to sit and list all the reasons she made it easy to be comfortable around her,

“Using your walker today?’’ Sunghoon chuckles, watching the way she scowled at him and her nose scrunched up in fake annoyance.

“Oh fuck off. No way i’m going back to using that, i don’t need it and I also don’t need you to guide me through it today, I can breeze through all on my own just like a pro.’’ sunghoons brows rose in pure amusement, he knew by now how stubborn she was and that when she said something she absolutely meant it. But imagine his amusement when the two of them finally stepped onto the ice and instead of gliding through like she said she would, she remained on the sidelines the entire time, holding onto the wall to keep herself balanced.

Sunghoon found the entire scene both amusing and adoring, he thought it was cute how badly she wanted to prove herself, but found absolute amusement in the fact that she couldn’t even keep her word. He watched as she skated along, stopping every two minutes to stop herself from falling, her gaze glued to her feet as she tried to remember everything he’d taught her about balance and what foot to move on.

“You know, you’re free to take off any day now.’’ He teases as he continues to skate back and forth at her side.

‘Oh you kiss my ass.’’ she fires back making him laugh as he comes to a stop beside her.

“Holding onto the wall will only make it harder, every time you make any sort of progress your foot hits the wall then you have to stop because you don’t want to fall.’’ yn knew that he was right, but until she perfected her balance the only options she had was this or holding his hand and she didn’t want anymore weird feelings stirring up about him.

Eventually yn had finally gone full circle and by the time she finally made it back to her starting point she was absolutely exhausted. Both she and Sunghoon went to take a seat at the benches, her chest heaving as she’s been breathing in cold air for more than an hour now. She sat trying to catch her breathe while Sunghoon disappears into the back, emerging from the employees only room moments later with two mugs in his hand.

“Since it’s cold and we’ve been at it for a while.’’ He explains as he makes his way over to her, sitting the cup in her hands – a cup of fresh hot chocolate, marshmallows piled high on top.

“Thanks.’’

Silence lingered between the two of them as they both took sips of their hot chocolate, basking in the warmth. The only sound cutting through the silence momentarily was the sound of the emergency weather alert from each of their phones. A very brief alert that read “emergency alert, blizzard warning in this area til 1:00 AM EST, prepare. Avoid travel. Check media.’’

The two glanced at one another, both seemingly full aware of what that meant, they were now stuck in the rink until morning, and though it didn’t show on either of their faces both were absolutely anxious. Of course they had spent hours together practicing, but never more than two, they would now have to spend six hours with one another. Six hours where her mind could run completely rampant, six hours where he couldn’t hide himself, he’d have to get closer to her.

“Well I guess we’re stuck here tonight.’’ She speaks up first, putting an end to the silence and trying to lighten the mood.

“Guess we’ll have to survive off hot chocolate and pizza for the night.’’ he responds playfully, ultimately playing along with her attempt to make light of the situation.

“You know getting stuck in an ice rink overnight was not on my 2025 bucketlist.’’

“Then what was?’’

“Hm let’s see obviously getting a drink spilled on me by my sisters skating teacher, ummm taking skating lessons, oh and marrying Song Kang but you know only two of the three happened.’’ she respond obviously, a play on everything that had already happened thus far (aside from marrying the korean actor).

“Crazy how life works, you already achieved two of the three in just a month.’’

“Oh don’t worry, I plan on achieving the third one by the end of this year.’’

“I’ll make sure to cheer you on, don't forget to invite me to the wedding.’’ Sunghoon responds, earning a chuckle from her.

“Of course I'll have you be the flower boy you can skate into the wedding.’’

“Ah what an honor.’’ He responds, his hand on his heart as a playful gesture

“Where did you learn to skate like that anyways? I knew you were good but all of the tricks and stuff? It was amazing.’’ suddenly there was a shift in mood, and where she would usually sense it and try to move on she’d failed to recognize the sudden shift this time.

Sunghoon rarely spoke on it but those that were close to him already knew of his history with skating. He’d been skating for as long as he knew to walk, he had been on track to go to the olympics, won trophies and metals until one of his biggest competitions cost his entire career. He was sixteen when he skated professionally for the last time, his last figure skating competition that left him injured and unable to compete for years until he’d finally given up on getting back onto the ice. This job was the closest he’d gotten to it again, though even Sunwoo and Alexa knew nothing of the relationship between him and the rink.

As she sat there so patiently and expectantly he found himself wanting to tell her everything, and that was exactly what he did

CHAPTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

🏷️ @getoxo @planetmarlowe @dreeki @butterflywonz @sol3chu @squiishymeow @river-demon-slayer @jwonistic @nithxhoon @lakoya @iichuuo @letmein2urheart @mitmit01 @enhaz1 @hollxe1 @brianashiftz @starbyeol1512 @tinyteezer @jkslvsnella @manobillie @vvenusoncasual @i03jae @blackhairandbangs @sunooqvrlsx @addictedtohobi @gaytron3000 @firstclassjaylee @riribelle @ivyvioletcarson @academiq @claumbeju @bubblytaetae @pkjay @httpenhoon @starniras @semi-wife @nightowlpudding @heartheejake @papichulomacy @celestnlav @50-husbands @kukkurookkoo @neptunediaries @nujeskz @gweoriz @pookalicious-hq @kirakun @kimbottom6969 @i-peachesandstrawberries @wonzzziezzzz

[vxnuslogy]

— a magician’s choice, one you already know.

pairing: lyney x gn!reader

premise: christmas was a holiday that goes uncelebrated in the hearth. but it didn’t have to be that way this year, not when you’re around.

— warnings: ooc-lyney (?), cheesy romance, tooth rotting fluff.

— author’s note: for the beloved admin of the writing server that gave me nothing but joy, to miss yona (@pneumosia), i hope you enjoy dancing with a charming magician :) 

— tags:@ryescapades @mitsvriii @https-sourlimes @dazaisms ; if you’d like to be tagged, please fill out the form on my pinned or send me an ask off anon!

christmas was a holiday rarely celebrated in the hearth. everyone would either be too busy with tasks or in mourning. the job of being a father’s favorite had its pros and cons, and to lyney, the cons weigh heavier than the pros. but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to try. not when you had gleefully recounted tales from when you were still a child, untainted by the fatui and his father. you detail the lights hanging from every nook and corner of your old home, a massive tree in the center with a bright star, and the warm hot cocoa drank by the warm fireplace. lyney knew he wanted to experience that with you and the rest of his siblings. and thus began his mission of trying to convince the knave.

the first few missions were a  perilous battle between father and son. the knave caught on quickly with the children’s hopeful stares and overheard conversation. she had once caught sight of a defeated lyney with his head on your lap as he tried to strategize to get her to say yes. father took it upon herself to start leaving the hearth at the cracks of dawn and overstay her welcome in the palace. most times, she’s met with a victorious sight of you laying a blanket over lyney’s body by the fireplace.

the magician pondered—all pouty and frustrated—on why you didn’t try to convince the harbinger yourself. you merely replied with a simple shrug of your shoulders, “if she’ll listen to anyone’s wishes, it’ll be yours.” with your words, lyney felt his heart burn with a new fervent hope. and the following day, he woke up earlier than father and waited for her arrival in the dining room with fresh plates of breakfast and hot cocoa from your secret book of recipes as bait to try and lure the predator out of her den.

now, you already wake up earlier than the rest to help freminet cook breakfast. so color yourself surprised when you enter the kitchen and are met with the sight of plates of food already prepared. “by the gods, did a miracle crash upon us?” you ask with an amused lilt to your voice. from the pantry, you see lyney’s head poke out. lilac eyes from spring bloom with a newfound emotion you can’t quite put a finger on as he called your name—victorious and high spirited.

the magician bowed his head, hand to his heart, and reached for your hand to press a soft peck to your knuckles. you ignore the burning in your cheeks and the way a grin threatened to spill from your lips as he pulled you close. one hand in his, the other on his shoulder as he laughed and pulled you to a dance. his overdramatic theatrics stole a breathy laugh from your lungs as he waltzed to the dining room with you and sat you down in the seat usually reserved for him.

“a miracle indeed has graced our humble abode.” he sat in the seat right across from you and started putting food on your plate, all the while he hummed an all too familiar tune under his breath. you furrow your brows in confusion, lyney already acted over the top everyday, but the tune he hummed and his eagerness to welcome the other children for breakfast bugged you.

you stopped mid chew of your breakfast when the realization hit you like a bright star dead in the face, “you convinced father.”

all clattering of utensils ceased as all heads turned to you and the cheshire cat grinning in front of you. you laugh, in disbelief and excitement as the other children flooded his side, all bombarding him with questions if he truly did.

“now, now,” he sat everyone down in their proper seats before leaning over your (his) seat. arms folded over its elegant arch, tone accompanied with a pout as one of his hands slither to settle on your shoulder. “must you spoil my surprise, starshine?”

like a bomb reaching its final countdown, everyone cheered. white napkins with intricate embroidery of their names flew with the wind and everyone once again got up on their seats. poor father who had just entered the dining room was attacked with excited children, all asking her if a christmas party will truly ensue.

“how’d you do it?” you tilt your head back to meet the magician’s eyes. his hand traced from your shoulder to your jaw to gently cup it. fingers tentatively brushing the smudges of food at loitered at the corners of your lips. you feel a shudder go through you when he merely chuckles.

“it’s as you said, father listened.” he said in a hushed tone, as if your conversation was meant for only the two of you. “but if i were to really guess, your christmas spirit might’ve rubbed off on her.”

“how so?”

he smiled, all doting and tender, “you’re a lot more special than you think, starshine.”

—

christmas was never celebrated in the hearth, and it was never supposed to be. but this year is different, because the next father of the house is soft when it comes to his siblings and younger kids. 

for the past week, lyney has been rounding around the mansion, clad in a red jumpsuit and an itchy pretend beard and obnoxious santa hat. giggles and laughter rang as often as the children sang christmas carols. you had to painstakingly watch your siblings chop down a tree nearby and drag it to the living room. the minutes spent outside the blaring snow was worth it when lyney had handed everyone a cup of hot chocolate.

“no cup for me?” you joked with a tilt of your head. dusting off any remnants of snow on your person as lyney beams at you. you try to take a peek at the item he hid behind his back, but your little santa had side stepped quickly to avoid your hawkish gaze.

he puts up one finger and states a playful condition, “one cup for each of father’s subordinates you can name!”

you laugh, all warm and merry like the burning flames in the fireplace. lyney’s grin stretched further to the stars when you grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. a determined flicker of stardust caught lyney’s eyes as you proudly named every harbinger that arlecchino has worked with.

recounting each mission with fondness, neither you nor lyney noticed how you both sat down by the fire, relishing in stories father herself had once told you. 

how childe had cracked the ice forming over the lake and nearly drowned in ice water. from the corner of lyney’s eyes, he sees lynette sit down in one of the seats. legs tucked to her chest, a cup of coco in her hands as she wrapped the sweater you created tighter around her body.

the three of you laughed when the regrator had to remind father of the expenses she’d been spending on their behalf. freminet quietly sat by your side, pers on his lap as a small fond smile tugged at his lips. he let out a small chuckle when you reminded him how stubborn father was when she needed more funds to buy him new diving gear because the last one broke.

or that one time columbina decided to pay you all a visit and ended in a slight disaster. everyone wanted to hear her sing, so badly to the point you and lyney had to stop them from fighting for the spot right next to her. (also ignoring the fact that you both kicked each other’s legs and warded the other off. even the both of you wanted to hear the fallen angel sing.)

lyney feels his heart expand tenfold when more and more children decided to join you. one lay peacefully in your lap as you brushed her hair, others piped in to tell their own stories. he doesn’t realize that he’s been staring at you the whole night–stories went in one ear and out the other–until you had to tap him out of his daydreams about you.

“so,” your voice was just above whisper. lyney feels electrified when your fingertips brush against his forehead as you push away his bangs. you stare at him with such stars in your eyes it makes him want to melt into a puddle beneath your feet. “do i get a cup of hot chocolate now?”

lyney doesn’t verbally say it at first, but he would give you anything you’d wish for. a rainbow rose from fontaine, a book from sumeru, or even the throne in the hearth, he would gladly give it up for you. he instead, takes your hand in his, as gently as he could—forever afraid he’d stain you with the redness of his hands—and pressed a soft kiss. he doesn’t mention the way your cheeks flush or how he could feel the upbeat of your pulse by his lips, all he did was smile and say:

“all the hot chocolate you want, starshine.”

—

getting your father to participate in your festivities was as hard as trying to bury an ever burning flame beneath layers of snow. the children don’t understand how lyney does it—how he doesn’t get so discouraged and just smiles, waiting for another time to try. because he knows arlecchino doesn’t have enough time for each of her children’s wishes.

“well aren’t you santa’s little helper.”

but the children don’t notice the twitch of lips whenever father closes the office doors nor how he clutches the little red hat tighter towards his chest. it was only and always will be you who notices the cracks of his perfected mask of joy and entertainment. 

he only nods in greeting, smile barely reaching the night sky as he quietly hangs the porcelain ornaments on the christmas tree. lyney feels a presence press up to his side and it doesn’t take long for him to succumb to your embrace. this was the thing lyney never really understood—just who were you to create cracks and dents on his walls with only just a breath? even now, as you murmur soft reassurances in his ears, he finds himself lost in a trance, following the soft glow of the fire’s embers he’s started to associate with you. 

“father will make time,” you whispered, hands caressing his hair as he huffs childishly to your chest. if you closed your eyes and imagined hard enough, you’d see a lyney pouting like a little boy as he kicked his feet. 

“but what if she doesn’t,” he tried so hard to remain indifferent to the situation, but he still failed—purposefully or not, he also doesn’t know. you just laughed, the sound so reminiscent of a childhood love he’s spent all his life pinning over.

“we’ll just have to wait and see.”

lyney wonders if you could predict miracles.

not long after your interaction by the tree, children of different ages raced down the stairs like a fleet of reindeers ready to fly across the sky to assist their beloved santa. lyney laughs as he seats everyone by the dining table while you and his sister hauled out the feast you had prepared earlier. everyone cheered and once they had their portions, gulfed down the food as if they’ve never eaten in years.

you were a great cook. but something about tonight’s dinner made it all the more special than usual. maybe it's the way you glowed with the christmas lights or when you held a finger up to your lip as you slide last minute presents by the tree. lyney loved seeing you like this—so merry and joyous. and he felt his skin tingle when you grab him by the wrist and tug him to the direction of the fireplace. 

you sat him down with the rest of the children and cleared your throat, “technically speaking, it’s not christmas for another six or seven hours. but i just know none of us can wait, so let’s start our secret santa!”

lyney scrambles to catch the gift carelessly thrown to his lap. he glared at lynette who only shrugged her shoulders as she came to receive your gift, she even stuck out her tongue at him. he rolls his eyes and pays attention to the person in front. he doesn’t notice his nervous fidgeting until you take his hand in yours. there was a brief moment of stillness, your palms lying face flat against each other before he pulled you in like a magnet. for the rest of night, your hands stay interlaced with his.

“to lyney,” freminet shyly said. arms outstretched with a gift in hand as lyney gasps dramatically as if he’d never known.

“for me?” he asked with a hand to his chest. “thank you, freminet. any gift from you is sure to be precious indeed.”

the younger brother smiled and gave him a short embrace before he cleared his throat. his eyes caught your eyes and he couldn’t help but think you were saying, “she’ll be here, trust me.” so with a deep breath in, lyney smiles and said:

“to father, who made this celebration possible.”

everyone gasped but not even a second later, laughter erupted.

lyney finds himself looking at you again, tired of staring at the cold door that remains unopened. with a firm nod and smile from you, he continues.

“it was rather hard to find a gift for her, i wanted it to be useful but still hold meaning, but also won’t break easily. something to remind you of me but also remind you i’m no longer a child needing your protection,” almost forlornly, lyney gazed at the small box wrapped in red, his signature black cat hangs by the edge of the ribbon with his name written with your favorite pen. he smiles, “but that doesn’t mean i’m ungrateful for the protection you’ve given me thus far. as your next successor—this house’s next king—i vow to protect it as you have all these years.”

lyney raised his head to the door once again when he heard slow clapping. his eyes quickly found yours as you grinned. the tips of your lips reaching the moon as arlecchino slowly made her way towards him. children flocked by her feet like little baby chicks as she patted lyney’s head. he feels his cheek flush by the sudden affection, how long has it been since father had done this?

“thank you, lyney,” she muttered, a hand stopped at his shoulder as she slowly looked at everyone in the room before it settled on you. “unfotunately, i have no grand speech like your older brother, but i do hope you find enjoyment with my gift, [name].”

lavender eyes of spring caught the glint of gold under the christmas lights. as you gracefully stood up to receive her gift, you stare at the old rusting key in curiosity. lyney felt a nudge at his side and when he turned to look, arlecchino had whispered to his ear, “just tonight, i will allow you to enter the gardens past bedtime. just be sure to lock the gates when you’re done.”

he beams, like the fresh morning rays of sunlight. “thank you, father!”

arlecchino gently pushes lyney towards the door of the garden as she ushers you over. she whispers something in your ear as red flushes your cheeks. lyney feels his throat close on itself as you look at him from over father’s shoulders with a bashful smile. you hug her, tight and lovingly, before running up to his side.

like the north and south poles, you find your hands already in his as you both run towards the garden. bubbling laughter echoing into the dark hallways you both once feared as children. 

“are you ready?” he asks, one hand on the handle, the other still in yours as you nod. he guides your hand to place the gold key on the rusting lock. the cold winter air greeted your skin, the harshness of it has you closing your eyes as lyney tugs you in towards the center.

you feel something warm land on your cheeks as an arm wraps around your waist. when you try to open your eyes, a palm shadows over them and you feel lyney’s warm breath by your ear with a small request, “keep your eyes closed for now, my dear. it’s not time yet.”

you chuckle and nod. you lift both your hands up as the other trails up his shoulder and ready yourself for a dance. lyney hums and the first step is taken. he twirls you with care, a secure hand at the small of your back. even under nothing but the light of stray fireflies and the moon’s glow, lyney is breath taken by the sight of your hair catching snow and the way your face flushes under the cold. 

“you look beautiful,” he mutters just a breath away from your lips as he presses your foreheads together. 

“is this your gift? a recreation of our first dance when we used to be kids?”

the hearth loved you, not just because you were strong, but because of your love for small details. you remember everyone’s favorite color, the utensils they always use in the dining room, delicious food that satisfies their cravings, and memories they hold dear. you are simply timeless, and lyney loves you until he takes his final breath.

“must you always spoil my surprises?” you laugh at him like you did when you were kids. once afraid of the dark walls of the house, preferring the hide behind the shadows of your eyes until lyney makes you double over in laughter.

“you’re not very secretive. everyone in the hearth already knows what you got father.”

he sighs because of course you noticed. “well, you simply make it hard to keep things a secret. not when you repay me with that smile of yours.”

“since when did you become this cheesy?” like the morning dew, a smile erupts from your face and lyney feels his heart leap straight into your arms.

“since i started loving you.”

“and how long has that been?”

he takes a minute before confessing, “since forever.”

you open your eyes just in time for lyney to pull you impossibly closer. he takes both your hands in his and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles. you let out a quiet gasp when you notice the item weighing down on your finger.

“father told me once,” lyney tells you with hearts in eyes. “that if i ever wish to leave the hearth to run away with a beloved, she’d allow it. but you wouldn’t.” he tilts his head at your silence but smiles, “you learned how to love every cracking wallpaper and paint in this house to leave. like father, you wouldn’t hesitate to give up anything for the sake of everyone’s protection. so, under the watchful gaze of sneznhaya’s winter, i ask of you,”

lyney slowly drops to one knee, one hand behind his back while the other continues to hold the hand with the glimmering ring on your finger.

“[name], if given the choice to stay with me in these walls for eternity, would you be willing to—”

you don’t let him finish as you dive straight into his arms. lyney lets out a grunt as you both fall on the snow. your head finding solace in the juncture of his neck as you whisper.

“you’ll always be the choice i choose, lyney.”

you feel his arms tighten around you as his head drops to your shoulder. his own shaking as he laughs and ruffles your head.

“by the gods, must you always ruin my surprise?”

© VXNUSLOGY 2024 — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate works without the knowledge or consent of the creator in other platforms or websites.

[dandysworldhcs]

This is a blog dedicated to headcanons revolving around the popular game, Dandy's World by BlushCrunch studios on Roblox!

Mod Lore askblog: @modlings !!

Support Blog: @dwhcs-support !!

Mod applications: Closed!

———————

ASKS INFO !!

You can both

Send in headcanons of your own, as long as they apply to the blog's rules.

Request headcanons about certain characters/events/toon handlers/ships from the mods!

Please be aware that it’s a possibility that we’ll only reply with “.” on your ask, we try to respond to headcanons that we have something to say on. Please don’t get mad at us if we don’t

BLOG RULES !!

No NSFW headcanons, some of the admins are minors and these will absolutely be deleted both out of discomfort and mindfulness for the people who visit the blog.

Ship headcanons/requesting for them are completely fine, unless they are

Toodles x Anyone 🚫

Pebble x Anyone / Coal x Anyone🚫 -- though Coal x Pebble is okay! (post with why)

Scraps x Goob 🚫

Razzle x Dazzle 🚫

Ginger x Cosmo 🚫

Flutter x Flyte 🚫

Toons x Skin of themselves 🚫 (post with why)

Toons x Their twisted counterparts 🚫 (post with why)

Asking for common ships (e.g. fruitcake, moonflower, ragebait, reflectivedetective) or rarepairs (astro x rodger, vee x gigi, connie x ginger) is fine, however!

Headcanons with heavy topics (SH/Suicide/Eds/Etc.) are allowed as long as it’s discussed respectfully. Please don't go into heavy detail about these topics, however!

Please refrain from large WALLS of text if you can. Though some mods enjoy it, it may be slow to be answered due to the fact that these walls, at times, demotivate some of us to answer.

Please attempt to keep asks Dandy's World related.

Do not use slurs in the asks even if you can reclaim them.

If requesting specific characters please only request 3-4 in one request!

Don’t attack anyone for their headcanons, you either will be blocked from the page or your comment will be deleted.

We don’t take requests on AUs/OCs.

As per Qwel's request, mirrorship/selfcest headcanons will be deleted, as well as requests for said headcanons.

Most asks are put into a queue! Because of this, your ask may not be answered for a few days.

DUE TO STRAIN AND A CONSTANTLY FILLED INBOX, IF YOUR ASK IS A REPEAT OF SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN SAID MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE/A REPEAT ASK TO SOMETHING CLOSE TO IT/SOMETHING THAT IS ALREADY CANONICALLY CONFIRMED, IT WILL LIKELY GET DELETED!

COMMON HC EXAMPLES:

Allodynia Shrimpo

"[Character] is [insert orientation/gender]” (with no depth or elaboration)

Southern Accent Sprout

Autism/ADHD headcanons (with no depth or elaboration)

"Rodger's eye also turns into a mouth, like Bill Cipher"

"Cocoa is related to Cosmo and Ginger"

Also, if your ask has been at the bottom of the inbox for a while, it is also at risk of being deleted, unfortunately. ^_^'' Sorry!

———————

ADMINS

#🍓 june - JUNE ! she they pronouns, preferably she howdy! i'm june :-] uuhh i am the second modling to exist on the blog and i am basically the manager of the blog!! occasionally, i'll answer a few asks, but i'm chiefly concerned with management stuff! :-3c my name changes a lot because my identity is fluid, bare with me, but i am always the top of the list of the mods! my main blog is @vividflowerfest and i post stuff sometimes. i am one of the mods behind @dandysdailyinbox as well!

^ #juju on that beat! / #juneytoons — my non hcs tag heh!

#🤍 flea fleaing fleefully - FLEA/CHEEKY, She/They/it! the original modling, THE queuer, main blog is @cheeky-rainbows but i post every 2 years so don’t expect much

^ #fleas polls -- tag for when i make silly polls for you guys

#mod astro - ASTRO, They/It/He, I'm a chill guy that really likes Dandy's World, you'll see me come and go in bursts since I am a college student! Also if I like a headcanon enough I might doodle it! (inactive/hiatus?)

#jules🃏🐰 - JULES, he/xe/they/clown, i suffer from silly little guy disease its where im too silly, im an artist and Im not around a lot BUT you will still see me, my main blog is @magitreapr if u wana send me liek, art reqs and stuff. I struggle with motivation (Because of my ADHD) so I do apologize for being gone so much, I might be able to answer some on my Adderall.

^ #and mike has his rod out his fishing rod that is — non hcs tag/non asks tag

#freakin uhh mod daz - DAZ/SCOTT, im more active on tiktok.heh. also my main is @dazzlingqwq i guesss.. (he any) (also i barely use tumblr anymore sorry guys)

#🔒mod lockstep🐾- STEPS/LOCKSTEP/BRACKET, i go by more names but for the sake of this blog just call me those ! any/all pronouns. youll never catch me queuing stuff i scavenge the inbox like a little racoon. also ! i headcanon all characters as sex-repulsed asexual by default so if you request headcanons and i answer immediately assume im also headcanoning them as ace !

^ #a second miss has hit the perfect - non hc tag

#🪲wurmy - Wurm/Worm/Wurmy, (hiatus/inactive) >:( they/it preferred, but any are fine! I'm a very silly lil critter!!! Will be VERY random in my schedule. I might queue stuff if I know I'm going to vanish for awhile. Yahoo!!

#mmmmmmod cos / #cos / #cos ^_^ - COS/AUR🔥🔥 any pronouns are cool but use he i wanna see how it fits lolol uhhh yhdhshsb very very autism and neurodivergent and I CAN DRAW WOWIE also i write and stuff so that's cool ^_^

^#chimicherry or cherrychanga - non hc tag

#🌈🌸mod dandy !! - Ochette/Solan/Dandy/Scraps/Yatta/Taco!! I use she/her pronouns !! Any of my names work, though I mostly go by Ochette and Dandy !! I have AuDHD, and love drawing, dandy’s world, and object shows !! I won’t be answering any asks that include dandy ships/yatta ships in them ^^ (Most likely not gonna be using the queue!!) My YouTube!

^ #this is truly a objection show - non hc tag !!

#👁📼mod Jon - Jon/Logan/Tim/Frosty — Pronouns are He/Him, It/It’s, They/Them ,, I prefer Jon or Logan when referring to me. I might also draw asks !! I am a musical fanatic and love The Magnus Archives

———————

THE ANON WALL

(under the cut) (173 anons counted)

musical anon, janon, fishbowl anon, k-anon, periwinkle anon

amethyst anon, 🍰🐕 anon, anxiety anon, 📟 anon

parentheses anon, sprinkle anon, 🟦🎸 Weezer anon, 🥝 anon

cleandeers anon/🍓💌 anon, star anon, new anon

🍓/sprout anon, ♠️🖋️ anon, spiderlily🌺 anon, ⛈️💫 anon

🎉 anon, AL anon, dinosaur anon, 🎀 anon, umbrella anon

lemon demon anon, 🌈🌸 anon, 🦐☕️ anon, 🔎🎖 anon

au obsessed anon, fireworks anon, holographic anon, jam anon

tma anon, hungry anon 🍿, circuit anon, 📺 anon, xccdd anon

🎣❄️ anon, 🌘🦐 Anon (previously shrimpo enthusiastic anon 🦐)

wisteria anon, n1 looey lvr anon, ourple anon, bouncy ball anon

PMD anon, 🏴‍☠️⚰️ anon, 🧬🧩 anon,🐈🔥 anon, paper anon

green/red anon, bobette's real mama anon, 🥩🍖 anon?

johnny cade anon [previously 🍨🦴 anon], fudge anon, silly cinnamoroll anon, 🦈 anon

🍓🥤 anon, fanedit anon, infinite anon, startime! anon

stella anon, sandollar anon, ✨the ragebaiter anon✨

i ate playdo anon, 💥🔫 anon, 🍎🎶 anon, 🌃 anon

anomaly cereal anon, 🍪🩸 anon, nerves the anon,🧁 anon

tropical charm anon, 💊🔪🩸anon, sparky anon⚡, 👁🎾 anon

gummy anon, 💎💜 anon, 🐀💥 anon, fries anon, 🌗🍓 anon

jester anon, YAAnon, panon 🍳, 🐑 anon, skibidi anon (sigh.)

ink anon, loyal bud anon, halloween hack anon, ghostberry anon

italicize anon, hivemind anon, veemote anon, cloak of eyes anon

🌙 starlit anon, 🧤🌱 anon/gardenon, opossum anon

rarepair anon, trans anon, hear me out anon

🍓🌙🍄 anon / 🍄🌙🍓 anon, 🍰 anon, 🍎 anon, 🪀 anon

randomized anon, orchid anon, 🔎 rodger anon

⭐🌊(starfall) anon, 🧽🍪 anon,🎈anon, rock anon, 🤡 anon

✨ anon, manymaws anon, eyeless anon, 👽 anon

SHRIMPO'S #1 (n1) FAN/DEFENDER anon, 🦋🔪 anon

👻🦌 anon, siblingisms anon, decadent anon, lavender anon

spikey anon (prev anon <0>), prince anon, secret distance anon

cheese slice anon, ☄️comet anon, rabies anon, baller anon

nurse anon, SF6 Anon, 🫵🏳️‍🌈 anon, 🏳️‍🌈🐈‍⬛ lesbian furry anon

fruitbowl anon, 🌸🔪🍬 anon, sparkle anon,🌻🧟‍♂️ anon

(❁´◡`❁) anon, 🐚moonshell🌙 anon, 🌸🦔 anon

the lavender anon, ✨🌈🔪🌈✨ anon, 🌑💤 anon

🏳️‍🌈👻/connie anon, 🦊🦷 anon, dandy loves me anon

LOCKBALLOON🔒🎈 anon

literature anon 📝 (<--- had a different anon name I just don't know what)

THE CREATURE THAT LIVES IN YOUR WALLS

That Anon That REALLY Likes Glisten, stareye anon, 🍋⚠️ anon

peepy anon, fruitpunch anon, 💜✏️ anon, duck flavored anon

tree with leaves anon, stareye anon,

the creature that lives in your walls anon, the cosmo anon

👻🌔✨ anon, clown anon, 🫀anon, oddnon, whatnot

yatta kinnie anon, 3000 anon, caramel cosmo anon

cowboy anon, fluffcanon anon, Dinosnore Shelly anon

evil flowercase anon, snail mail anon, 🔮🐀 anon, apologetic anon, 🦐🔪 anon

smile anon (previously smiley anon), SKIN ANON

ANONS ARE ADDED AFTER WE'VE QUEUED YOUR ASK/POSTED YOUR ASK! At times, we forget to add you to the list, so please feel free to remind us!

[fuck-customers]

God I'm glad I actually remembered how to make the cocoa powder blends bc I wound up having to do that all myself. Which isn't hard, it's just more time-consuming when you don't have a second person making placards or helping dump powder or anything.

The shitty part is the guy who left it unfinished also left a whole-ass tub of dry ice to become a solid mass so I kept having to break it up.

Posted by admin Rodney

[askchilchuck]

May it be alright to ask if we can learn a bit about you, our lovely admin 😊

Btw you're doing awesome! Keep up the great work ♡

Huh? What do you mean admi- Chilchuck is yanked out of frame.

OOC:

HI you’re incredibly sweet!

I’m not super good with this kind of stuff so I’ll go over the basics.

My name is Sophie. I’m 26. I live in the Pacific NW in the US (hence why my schedule sticks to PST usually). And I work an office job, which is why I get a lot of free time during work days lol.

HUGE Dunmeshi (and especially Chilchuck) fan, but I also really like MHA (Keigo/Hawks my beloved 💖) even if the ending made me really sad. (Hori should’ve taken a hiatus IMO. I fully believe he would’ve been up to following through with the plot lines he set up if he wasn’t pressured to keep his pace.)

I was also violently reminded of my massive Peter/Quicksilver (x-men movies) crush when he showed up for .2 seconds at the end of DP3, so I’ve been wanting to watch those again with my mom some time.

I’ve been on Tumblr since I was in high school. I came over from DA where I used to post my fics before my mom found out and got me into AO3 (fandom runs in the family lol. She’s also a professional author/editor and was like “no kid of MINE is gonna post to fucking da” lol.)

Not sure what else to say so I’ll give you a fun fact: I hate coffee AND tea! If I need caffein I’ll drink a Ghost energy drink (preferably the red Sour Patch Kids one) and if I want a hot drink I’ll go for hot cocoa. Also for soda I’m on team Dr. Pepper and will die on this hill lol.

That’s all I can think of, but if any of you have any questions I’m more than happy to answer! I’ll check up on the comments on this post throughout today if you’d like.

Thank you for being awesome, it makes doing this a lot of fun. 💖

[dreamergirlatpaddock]

FAVS 47 - MICK SCHUMACHER

Some of my favorite stories, writers you are amazing

THE SLIP UP Say cheese micks motorhome* MORE* summer breaking opposites attract puppy lunch date vlog lover m. schumacher x y/n Instagram au matching tattoos. Study Abroad SENNA!READER SERIES who would’ve thought? STRAWBERRIES ALWAYS TASTE LIKE YOU 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 lego schumacher pitbulls in you, i trust 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 Super shy 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 Estie's Bestie We aren’t just friends secret you’ve been waiting SUNLIGHT BLONDIE oh, baby Merry Ruff-Mas HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT love in a bakery soft launch Merc! Admin Mastermind 1 2 Cherry engagement xo xo You Got Me Tripping A Coffee and a Miracle Pitbull love in a bakery hot cocoa xo xo Roommates Angel

[cocoawillow]

Get out of here, birthday boy!

[triphantoms]

Hello royal trio (and royal antagonist![/affectionate]) It's been a while! ^^ I bought Akechi a matching gun/model for the sword I gifted a while back (You're still my favorite character in all of media by the way, probably always will be), Ren gets a soft and warm scarf for the upcoming February cold and a new espresso machine, Sumi gets hot cocoa and a warm hug, and Maruki gets this cinnamon apple cobbler I made as well as a half-gallon container of vanilla ice cream since they pair so well together (you can freeze the cobbler so you don't have to eat it all right away) . :3

- 🌧 Rain Anon 🌧 [Who now knows how to bake! ^v^]

Oh! Well, thank you. I still have the one I used in the metaverse, but this one may be more interesting.

- Akechi 🐦‍⬛

Sweet! Now I have two warm scarves, though I'll probably wear the one Goro made me more. More coffee!!

- Ren 🃏

Aww! Those both sound great, thank you so much.

- Sumire ❤️

That sounds amazing! I'm definitely going to at least try it right away.

- Maruki 🍎

I would once again like to apologize for my inactivity, bg3 is consuming my soul now and I haven't had much motivation to do anything else. - admin 🍋

[fountainpenguin]

"I'm not the kind of girl to get messed up with you- Hello! ... You're all right, but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party..." (x)

---

New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 31 - “Flame (Etho, Skizz, Pearl)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

---

Scar files a microaggression complaint with the HALO team. Pearl helps Scott settle in while he recovers from glitchy code. They have a spat that's not about a sticker.

Meanwhile, SnifferMyFeet and Etho separate their souls… and start an honest talk about Sniff's identity as Sniff, not Joel. It was needed. It's for the best.

(First 900 words under the cut)

---

Etho - Fox

Status: Resting

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙  💙  💙

He gets it now.

It's like ice in your water. It's like marshmallows in your cocoa. It's like wind beneath your wings. The final week before he's due back in Between (reluctantly, but definitely due), Etho flops on his bed and sprawls his arms to either side. Is he giddy? He doesn't mean to be, but this feels…

… Oh, it's a game-changer. Which is exactly what he texts Cleo after scooping up his admin panel. They won't see it if they've left their private server, and since Session 2 of Dog's Life could be starting any day now, there's no telling how long that may take.

Etho: hey so Etho: remember after limlife 4 or 5 when we talked about burnout?

Grocery shopping. For a family dinner- he and Cleo both made one (like a peace offering) in a way that wasn't really flirty married life roleplay, but more like… regular, everyday person roleplay. Did all their shopping together so they wouldn't cook the same thing. Call it 'date night' if you want; he walked her home and there might've been a little 'dramatic logout' roleplay in there. We don't… We don't need to go into detail about it.

To some people that's romantic and to some it's completely gross. Not really sure why… It's a natural process, isn't it? Soul-eaters can't help being what they are, and you may as well snap at endermen hybrids for struggling with eye contact or shame unthreaded players if they expose their glitches instead of keeping them covered up. This world's too big and life too long for arguing. Do you really want to make enemies and be rude to people who are going to carry the echo of your words for the rest of their lives?

Lend a helping hand. Extend a little kindness. Be polite. Respond to the hurt. Try not to avoid responsibility when others are counting on your strength. Sit with the injured, even when the night is cold. They're simple goals, but so easily forgotten these days.

Etho: I think you said if I felt stuck then I should break my routine for a while

Nothing happens for several minutes. Etho rotates words without meaning through his head, then types out something else.

Etho: you were right. I get now why you go on adventures with Martyn. Why you let him and no one else log you out all the time. Thanks for the advice. Let me know next time you need a favor. Rating this cycle 10 of 10 and I owe you big xD

He takes a long, guilt-free nap in his cushioned bed. Catching up on block updates and videos really drains a guy (especially this close to the end of the Hermitcraft season, not to mention Vault Hunters and a Life series on top of it), but he spent all morning prepping the bed and it's already providing every agonizing tick of its worth. Two hours later, he's stirred awake by a buzz on the admin panel.

ZombieCleo: yay! So glad that worked for you <3 I want to hear all about it. Maybe in a couple weekends you can watch MCC with me and the kids + Martyn? If we catch a minute alone, I can recommend more stuff you might be into ;)

The kids refers to Bdubs and Scar, who skated through Limited Life like energetic teenagers spreading their wings. It's goofy, it's endearing, and Cleo's got her roleplay voice on because she knows it makes him snort. His tail gives a twitch as he tries to keep a smirk from creeping out behind his mask.

Martyn, huh? he muses, but doesn't say that. Cleo circles between lovers, friends, and exes like a pollinating bee.

Etho: whoaaaa Etho: inviting a fox? that's dangerous! ZombieCleo: nose out of your tail, fur boy Etho: dibs on Martyn, I see ZombieCleo: If you're serious about returning the favor, Martyn says Rhetoric's down here and this might be our best chance at smash and grabbing from your mum's museum Etho: Hm… ZombieCleo: I mean, you did leave my eggshell when you rescued Grian and that other soul

Yeah- it looked distressed. Now Sniff's down here. He can actually talk now when he couldn't before. Honestly, not the worst decision he could've made.

If anyone's going to try getting into the Fox Dragon's museum, a fox has the best chance of doing so. It's kept separate from the nesting cave where souls respawn, but even the deadliest traps won't keep foxes out since they'll just respawn. Unless they're traps that can't be dodged even with careful planning, or some sort of system that short-circuits code. The phantom roost is nearby, right? Frankly, phantoms are excellent trackers, they can fly, and they're probably the fastest of all non-swimming hybrids, so a phantom alone provides great security as-is.

Etho: I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. Full moon fox face isn't for me. Also if there are raiders there then that's probably the worst time to show up ZombieCleo: Fair ZombieCleo: I can think of something else, but if you ever get the chance, I want it back Etho: duly noted ✌️ ZombieCleo: btw say hi to Scar and Bdubs when you see them. They've been cracking nonstop jokes since you disappeared. One can only imagine they're attempting humor to bury immense throes of pain Etho: D:

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[bubble-popping]

day 4, continuing from where day 2 left off

"Still dunno what made him think that was a smart idea. Why would Dream-" Not a moment later, Dream seemed to stir, grunting and turning his head to hide in Techno's shoulder. Techno and Punz halted, waiting until Dream settled again. The wolf hybrid whispered even quieter than before, "We should talk somewhere else. Maybe... over breakfast?"

"Ya start the eggs while I lay 'em down?"

They nodded, ears perked. "Sounds like a plan." He placed a light kiss to Techno's jaw then unraveled the quilt from their body. Once they stood, Techno was able to carefully maneuver Dream onto the cushion. He had to one-by-one pry Dream's fingers from his night shirt, earning a noise of distress that made Techno pause.

"'m sorry, darlin'. I'll be right over there, I promise. Not goin' anywhere," Techno murmured against his hair. He kissed his temple and finally freed himself from the slumbering admin. After dutifully tucking Dream in with the quilt, he joined Punz in the kitchen.

They were already at work on frying the eggs and several other ingredients were out. He was far more competent in the kitchen than Dream was. In fact, they could make a mean omelette, which--as Techno peered over them--he was in the middle of doing just that. It featured different herbs, spices, and small pieces of other foods for flavor. (Only in Techno's did he put potato cubes.) Techno started a chicken farm just to keep a steady flow of eggs for the meal because, honestly, he could eat just that for the rest of his life and be content.

The piglin hybrid wrapped his arms around his shortest partner, nuzzling the top of their head between his ears. They smelled of their shampoo and conditioner from the bath last night, a delicate combination of honey and cocoa. He felt the brush of his tail as it wagged and grinned.

Punz wordlessly pointed to the cutting board on the counter at their right. Techno reached over and brought it closer. They sprinkled the bits of food across the bed of scrambled eggs in the pan, consisting of diced potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, and herbs. Then, he added chopped bacon and sausage already cooked in a different pan. Finally, the whole ensemble got neatly folded in half, ready to eat.

"Yer so talented," Techno commented, chin now propped atop their crown.

His ears folded back like they always did when they were embarrassed and Techno caught the subtle red dusted along his cheeks.

"It's not that impressive. You could make it yourself if you wanted."

"But ya make it better."

[water-mellie-seeds]

100+ members!?!?

............. . Yep ^^

Maybe not 100+ ACTIVE members but. Yep. Here's our latest count...... go!

6 under A (ADMIN, ALAN, AMITY, ANGIE,ANN, AUBREY)

2 under B (BASIL, BRANDON)

15 under C (C, CAINE,CALLUM,CATRA,CHARA,CHEL-C, CHIA, CHOCO, CHRISTINE, CIRI, CLARA, CLYDE, COCOA, COLBIE, COXIN)

1 under D (DARCY)

4-5 under E (EEF, ENA, ENTRAPTA, ETHAN LEE, ESPER)

1 under F (FERN)

4 under G (GARY, GENO, GLASS, GREGORY)

2 under H (HERO, HL)

2 under I (IZIA, IV)

4 under J (JACKIE, JAX, JILL, JOAN)

13 under K (KALE, KANE, KAM, KARMA, KEL, KEN, KID, KIRA, KITTY, KOKO, KRIS, KYLIE, KIKI(LOOP)

5 under L (L, LAKE, LAZULI, LONNIE, LUCIFER)

19 under M (M, MABEL, MAE, MAL, MARCY, MARI, MARIE, MARS, MARSHALL, MARX, MATTIE, MAXIE, MELON, MIJO, MIKA, MIMI, MINA, MUSTARD, 🔪)

4 under N (NAPSTA, NASTASIA, NIKO, NEIL)

0 under O, 0 under P, 0 under Q

6 under R (RALSEI, RAY, RAZ, RED, RIO, ROX)

19 under S (SAL, SALLY, SEVEN, SIMON, SISYFRIN, SKEVIN, SOKKA, SONIA, SUNE, SPEC, STAR, STARWALKER, SUNNY, SWEETHEART, SYSFRIN)

7 under T (TIM TAM, TOBIAS, TOKO, TORRIN, TRAVIS, TRENT, ☕️)

1 under U (UNKNOWN)

2 under V (VANELLOPE, VIXXXXX)

0 under W

1 under X (X)

0 under Y and 0 under Z

[mikalara-dracula]

Could you do "🌙" for Azusa? I love your blog very much!💖💖

🌙 Nights/staying up late with Azusa—

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor and aren't comfortable with slight NSFW. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

Caution: Unfortunately, Tumblr has a history of admins quarreling over completing carbon copy asks due to users sending the same request(s) to multiple admins, thus, resulting in unintentional plagiarism. With this, please DO NOT send the same request to multiple blogs as it can cause unintended plagiarism discord to other blogs across Tumblr. The word ��plagiarism” stems from the early 17th-century Latin word, “plagiarius,” meaning “kidnapper.” So please, do not send in the same request to multiple blogs and make admins appear to be “kidnapping” other people’s work when it isn’t their intention. If this is to occur with any of my posts, please contact me so we can work something out.

Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! I'm very sorry about the wait! I hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime! :)

🌙 Staying up late with Azusa is special, mostly because he’s sweet and good cuddler.

🌙 Most of the time, he honestly doesn’t know what to do, so he leaves it up to you when it comes to activities.

🌙 He’s open to anything really. It just doesn’t matter to him.

🌙 Likes cuddling on the couch you talking about whatever.

🌙 If you both want to watch a movie, he lets you pick it out and doesn’t care what genre it is.

🌙 Will put a blanket over you while you watch the movie and lay his head in your neck, scarcely placing kisses here and there on your neck and shoulders.

🌙 Likes to interlock his legs with yours and hold you close against him.

🌙 Will tell you he’s cold so he has the excuse to cuddle closer and more intimately.

🌙 If it’s a horror movie, Azusa likes to hold you close and hugs you tighter when you have a jump scare.

🌙 And unlike his brothers, he’s NOT going to be an ass and tease you about it, instead he reassures you and reminds you that it’s just a movie.

🌙 And if you’re really shaken up, he’ll place a small kiss on your forehead to calm you down.

🌙 This man, I-

🌙 Also likes to play with your hair while you watch the movie.

🌙 One time, you were so soaked in by the movie that when it was over, you were shocked to have found your braided in a French braid style.

🌙 “Oh my gosh, Azusa! It’s so pretty!” You’d say, holding it in your hands as you looked at it. “I didn’t know you could braid.”

🌙 He smiled, adding on, “I . . . didn’t know . . . either . . . . I was . . . . just experimenting.”

🌙 You’d be shocked finding out a hidden talent of Azusa that not even he was aware of.

🌙 Likes making you hot cocoa when staying up late.

🌙 And if you make it with him, he’s all for it since he finds cooking with you to be romantic.

🌙 But rest assured, he will tell his brothers, more specifically Kou, to leave if they’re bothering your quality time together.

🌙 One time when you two were making hot cocoa, Kou waltzed in uninvited, and of course, had to intervene.

🌙 And to make matters worse, he just grabbed your mug of cocoa that was ready and was about to take off with it.

🌙 Azusa couldn’t stand for this, and instantly spoke about it. “Kou . . . that coco was for, Y/N.”

🌙 “Aw, my bad.” Kou replied in a mocking tone.

🌙 “Give it . . . back.” Azusa asked, his calm tone the same as usual.

🌙 This man’s patience, I swear-

🌙 Kou would sigh, finding this argument with Azusa to not be amusing as his arguments casually were with Yuma.

🌙 “Fine.” He’d say, putting the cup back and soon departing the kitchen.

🌙 Azusa smiled, grabbing the cup and putting it on the tray to take into the living room.

🌙 “Let’s go . . . Eve.” He’d say, guiding you to the living room to enjoy it together.

🌙 Likes to read books Ruki has recommended to him with you.

🌙 He likes taking turns while you read. For example, you’ll read one page and then he’ll read the next one and you two just alternate from there.

🌙 He loves it if while you read you fall asleep on his shoulder. He’d smile inside and out and lay a small kiss on your forehead before pulling you close and dosing off as well.

🌙 “Sweet dreams . . . Eve.”

🌙 Likes taking walks with you in Yuma’s garden and laying on a blanket under the stars, exchanging kisses and subtle intimate touch where no one sees.

[fuck-customers]

Had a coworker on my shift gripe that his position "isn't supposed to" do anything at our banking cocoa line. He's a production worker, I'm a Lv 2 Operator.

Bro. I'm trying to train the other Op2s here because we're the ones changing settings on the computer and the bagging machine. You can fucking put bags of cocoa powder in a box and send that box to our palletizer. And quit grilling me about my love life, I'm queer and not going to out myself in the same workplace where I've overheard all kinds of transphobic nonsense in the break rooms.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[obeysubmitomnomnom]

were makin this happen

aka its time to make the Olympic chocolate muffin

im making these bc i bribed the admin in charge of the master schedule with the promise of them if she'd move my one real class away from lunch time bc the coffee shop outside of my room makes it ridiculously hard to teach and i know admin arent friends but i actually have decent admin! so i want to stay on their good side and i like baking

this is what i have come up with.

1/2 cup (like 120g) milk 1 tsp instant coffee bring to a simmer

1 stick (1/2 cup or 113ish grams) butter 1/2 cup (50g) cocoa powder 50gish chocolate chunks melt the above into your milk-coffee simmer mixture, then let cool so it's still liquid but won't poach your eggs later

in another bowl, whisk dry ingredients: 2 cups (240g) all purpose flour, 1/2 tsp salt, 1/4 tsp baking powder and 3/4 tsp baking soda and maybe like 20g more cocoa powder

mix into your cooled but still liquid choccy stuff: 3/4 cup (150ish grams) brown sugar and 1/2 cup (100g) white sugar, 1/2 cup oil (or like 90g), 2 eggs + 1 yolk at room temp, 1 tbsp vanilla, and 3/4 cup (175ish grams) sour cream, combine completely

next fold in a third of the flour mix, then other two thirds, do not overmix just till combined, then fold in a mix of milk and dark choc chunks

rest batter at least 30 min. ibake does not say where so i would do counter if only 30 min or in the fridge if over an hour.

pour into lined muffin tin. idk go with ur gut but generally about 3/4s full. sprinkle top with more chunks.

use ibake's recommended baking temp of 420F for six minutes then turn it down to 350F for 15 more minutes. do not ask me about Celsius temps. a toothpick can be poked in clean when done but don't overbake. pull them out and let them cool.

fill with ganache (ibake is insane just heat cream, dump in semi sweet chocolate chips as desired, mix till melty, add in a bit of corn syrup for shine) by putting it in a plastic baggie and snipping the tip and i guess you could carve out a hole in the muffin for it

ibake strongly suggests freezing any you don't scarf down immediately to match the french mass produced version and thaw them for an hour before eating.

post making these, i did bring them to school and ate one myself. You're gonna need milk to finish these. Everyone said they were great, super chocolatey, but a bit crumbly. I also gave one and the recipe to our foods teacher for him to try, because he is a former pro chef with a focus on pasta and pastries (he sold pasta in our town for years and I only just connected that was his pasta I would buy) and he also enjoyed it!

I think one thing I would have changed is making a deeper hole for the ganache to have more through the whole muffin. I am a slut for frosting type things though and like to have a 50/50 ratio of frosting to cake. also, possibly a thicker ganache, more like ibake's recommendation for it. I also only used milk and semi sweet choc, and i think a bit of dark would have made a richer flavor.