#azalea the long haired cat

[ceemi]

@0vergrowngraveyard *throws her at you*

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

Ran Haitani x fem! Reader

Synopsis : read this, and Ran Haitani will pop in your room at 2.am.

No but seriously, what'd you do if Ran came in your real life ?

Notes : please all of you wish a happy birthday to my bestie @azalea-strum

Sorry babe, was planning to post this yesterday on midnight buuut been busy ( also don't expect a huge thing, this is just crack )

-" At least there's something nice about this night " you sighed, burying your frozen hands in your pockets. Your numbness was temporarily stolen by the flickering, quick but grand light of the shooting star you've been lucky enough to witness in the night sky.

It was past midnight, usually you wouldn't stay this late at the bar, yet your friend insisted on wishing you a happy birthday at exactly midnight, which wasn't that bad itself since the roads were not that empty.

And well, it was a kind of compensation to you, knowing you would be alone on your birthday. Sad to say you wouldn't be able to see your friends and family until the weekend...

-" finally... " Your feet were sore as your apartment welcomed you in a warm hug. Your shoes quickly found their spot, along with your bag and coat, and to say that you could hear your shower calling for you would be an understatement.

Unbothered by the barely noticeable sounds your cat was making, you headed toward your bathroom, clothes had barely any time to hit the ground before you hopped in the shower.

The almost-boiling aura massaged your soreness, whilst the droplets washed away your daily worries. The weight of whatever had the day brought got carried away by the fog that collected on the walls, floating on a cloud, oblivious to everything outside.

Twenty minutes and lighter shoulders later, a white towel wore your soaked skin, your path painted with the traces of your wet hair on the floor behind you. Your bedroom was as always the loyal warm cocoon and you were craving your bed like a thirsty man craved his water. You didn't even dared to open the lights, knowing by heart the way to your closet looking for a t-shirt for the night.

Was it the fact that you were wearing nothing but a towel that made the room suddenly feel colder than before ?

Well, it was not cold, but rather goosebumps caressing the skin of your back and the back of your neck that had you checking what's behind you twice.

Like a deafened unfamiliar voice whispering words in some language your mind could not comprehend but your heart knew was bad news.

Too deep engulfed in your own paranoia, you didn't noticed the lightening in the sky until the thunder followed, stealing a few heart beats from you as well as a desperate sigh when you realized you scared yourself alone.

Your home never felt this... Disturbing. As if the dark around you sheltered unwelcomed peekers, your hands tightened around your towel, now you hesitated even more to drop it and wear your pajamas.

Just to sleep in peace, you promised yourself, bending slightly to look under your bed. Milliseconds never felt so long, a silent screamer echoing in your head during the whole act until the light outside finally allowed you to unsure there was a huge nothing under your bed.

A sigh left your lips, it was only your imagination. You relaxed.

-" Oh love, the real monsters don't belong under your bed. "

It took your mind some seconds to realize, there was a voice that just talked.

Yet your body needed no break, your blood froze at the first decibel breaking the macabre silence. Those goosebumps previously assaulting your back invaded your shoulders, arms, your eyes widened at the contrast of a warm huff of air against your ear, until that voice echoed again, closer this time, even deeper this time.

-" I'm afraid the only monster here craves your bed. "

Your stuttering heart beats, sweaty hands started drawing the shock's frame, and when the numbing fear stopped paralyzing your body, you hurried to turn around, letting the moonlight enlighten the face of the intruder.

Deep inside you believed you never should've done that.

-" I... What the fuck ?"

If you could, your hand would've reached to pinch yourself long time ago, waking yourself up from any dream because what you were seeing in no way could belong to reality.

-" such a dirty mouth... Wonder what other dirty stuff i can get these lips to do though. "

The smirk on his lips widened noticing the remnants of the awe on your face. You were staying there, arms wrapped around your body, shivering to the spine in front of him.

He was so casually, cruelly bewitching. Classic white shirt with the first buttons slightly open, necktie undone around his throat, a purple hair lock stood between your two faces, Ran Haitani's lavender eyes staring right at your soul with a contemptuous smirk.

Ran Haitani, no one but the real, manga character. You swore two shots of tequila weren't as strong as this. And as long as you tried to remember, you had no idea when that dream started.

Gagging on words, stuttering on heart beats and stumbling on thoughts, nothing could leave the barrier of your lips beside a gasp when your hand reaches for his jaw touching, realizing you could actually feel his skin.

-" This... Can't be real. You can't be... real "

Ran's smile didn't faltered once, flashing his perfect teeth, he grabbed your hand preventing you from taking it away, awakening another set of goosebumps on your skin by the way, and guided your trembling fingers toward his left pectoral.

-" feel this, angel ? "

You're in awe, standing there, feeling the flutter in his chest.

-" feel how special you are, making a Haitani's heart beat like crazy ? And i believe I do no less to you. "

Still deep down into an ocean of denial, you clung into your only lifeline, to play pretend.

And what If all of it was a dream? Wouldn't it still be nice to live it?

No matter what was it, or who set that whole masquerade, but they must be no less than a genius. Everything was pristine, you had to admit. His hair, his eyes, his features, even his voice and fragrance invading your nostrils was exactly what you had always imagined, his attitude, moreover, that insufferable, contemptuous smile...

-" you don't. " You uttered, slightly breathless, holding your towel tighter.

From where did that defiance came? Long story short it all disappeared as soon as he made one single step toward you, wrapping you in his almighty shadow.

And just as you had always imagined, he breaths charisma, imposes respect, he is in all the ways possible, a handsome, freaking scary gentleman.

-" Is it now ?" A scoff could be heard in his tone. " I would've sworn you've read like a hundred fictions about me. "

Yeah, that definitely was a dream.

Yet, your cheeks heated as a summer morning, carefully watching Ran Haitani's hands flirting with your hips, ghosting over your towel.

-" i believe most of your nights were spent fantasizing about me just fucking you, isn't it ?"

-" That's untrue. " You dared to lie, almost bumping your nose against his to which he answered by a cocky smile and a crooked eyebrow.

As more of your rationalism held on to you, your heart missed a beat when Ran's hand pushed your hips suddenly. Having you thus, sprayed on your bed, leaning on your elbows, Ran liked to think you were the prettiest prey.

His shape towered above you, covered you almost fully when he leaned over you, brushing of his lavender gaze your almost exposed body under your unique towel.

And the way his eyes lowered, shifted toward your bare thighs, glided to your eyes so swiftly was the sweetest way to strip you off your soul.

-" yeah ? Gotta tell me you've never rubbed these pretty thighs about something I could've said ?"

In from the fear, seemed like something new was burning throughout the great war he ignited in you. His calloused hand found your soft thigh's skin, staining the delicate clover with the invisible forever crimson engraved on his fingertips, insidiously pushing away the towel to reveal more of your skin to his craving eyes.

-" What you doing ?" The tremors in your voice were one of his first victories, he knew he had you, on fingertips reach, since you weren't doing anything to stop his hand sliding dangerously upper.

-" Watching you. " He simply said, comfortably sinking a knee on your left side of the bed, his chest nearly hugging yours.

Ran Haitani above you, and all your soldiers were suddenly stumbling down, in your battles no real vow of winning was perceived, just as if that one touching you so intimately wasn't a perfect stranger from a whole different universe.

-" Admiring just how pretty my doll looks when she thinks she's luring me."

Yes, his perfume was exactly how you imagined. You closed your eyes as his hand now sat not so innocently on your unclothed mons pubis, thumb running circled on the skin, making your breath hitch.

-" Look how soft you are... My princess's just begging to be touched. M'princess just begging to be fucked. "

Or maybe wasn't he such a perfect stranger, was he now ?

Opening your eyes after that was like waking up from the dream, his lavender gaze suddenly looked like you've forever stared into those alluring hues, his toned arms on each side of your body felt like the cocoon you've always yearned to, and just as if he could read that mind of yours like the easiest map on his desk, Ran's lips came closer to your ear, unbeknownst to you slightly dragging the dowel down from your chest.

-" ain't ya, love ? Craving daddy's cock to be inside you ? Whispering about how good your lil pussy feels, like in those chapters you secretly read ?"

Maybe was it the late hour ? Were you drunk on his intoxicating beauty under the moonlight ? High on his fragrance ? His lips insidiously kissing your jaw now ? One of these had you slightly pressing yourself against him, making him understand just how bad you needed that.

At that time, it didn't matter. Was it a dream ? A fantasie ? Were you just insanely drunk and asleep on some bar's counter ?

All those matters vanished in his lavender haze, all of you swallowed in his entire being, realer than ever. And that was what truly mattered.

-" You gotta tell me... " His whispers washed over your body as crashing ocean waves in your usually dead calm shores, Ran's thumb traced a vertical line toward your clit, stealing the breath away from your lungs. " Need your words, baby. Needa know if you gonna lemme taste the birthday girl "

A groan left now his mouth, his erection against your thigh prominent, truly said never have you ever felt so desired than now, your reflection on Ran's eyes, the fire burning in his guts to devour you, that man knew how to make a woman feel wanted.

-" Shit, this pussy's dripping, bet it's so fucking pretty down there, can I see ?"

The path of that shooting star shone through a blur, a questionable god's offer, a gift or a curse, but one thing was for sure.

All of that could be a dream, you could wake up the next morning with your towel still perfectly placed around your body and cold, perfectly done bed sheets.

Or you could wake up in his strong arms, holding you like there was no tomorrow, his hair slightly tickling your neck with his morning hard on pressed to your back, his deep voice whispering sweet nothings to your ear.

Yes, the path was blurry, but at the end of the day, you couldn't care less.

You leaned in his touch, bringing your lips closer to his, diving deeper in that same lavender haze you've so unconsciously craved.

-" Lemme show my pretty girl how good can daddy love her".

That was so cringe ngl, i had this idea since like last august but i only had the time to write it today, so it's rushed and shitty

Happy birthday baby anyway, I'm super glad and grateful for the day i met you my older sis @azalea-strum

[conchiferrous]

roommates who hit each other

[ID: A lineup of 4 different cartoon characters. All of them are standing upright and looking towards the viewer. The first one from the left (Azalea) is a tall chubby biracial (Dominican + Irish) woman with a large triangular nose that juts out of her face drawn similarly to a simplistically drawn snout. She's looking towards the viewer curiously and her mouth isn't shown. She has long coily brown hair with a blonde streak hung up in a round shaped ponytail with a scrunchie with a stray hair sticking up from the top of her head. She has red glasses with a red chain, a black sweater, a long orange skirt with a large graphic of a purple flower on the side, large black shoes with short heels with black pantyhose, and small pearl earrings that the dangle down. She's holding her hands together over her waist. The second character (Veronica) is a black woman with a dark purple scorpion tail and a dark heart shaped cat nose. She's smiling and her mouth is drawn like a cat's mouth. Her dark hair is shoulder length and is drawn in simplified blocky lumps. She’s wearing a black sweat shirt with a graphic of an orange centipede wrapping around the shirt. Her pants are white with a dark purple belt. She is also wearing black boots, upside down cross earrings, and one purple fingerless glove on her left hand that she’s holding up near her face. The glove has a graphic of a skull and crossbones on the back. Her other arm is down, and her right hand is missing the ring finger. The third character (Daisy) is a minotaur with a completely black furred cow head, neck, and legs, but a tan skinned human abdomen and arms. She's looking down towards the viewer with a neutral expression and is standing completely rigid with her fists clenched. She's loosely modeled after a highland cow and has a thick dark green mane of hair with a blue nose and small pink eyes. Her right arm has a square spiral tattoo running down it. She's wearing a light purple unbuttoned shirt with white spiral shells and stars lining the edge of the sleeves and the bottom of the shirt. Her undershirt is light yellow with sweat stains on the stomach and underboobs. Her jean shorts are a dull green and the sleeves are jagged at the ends. She is wearing no shoes, showing her dull green hooves. She's also wearing a watch on her left arm, a dog tag necklace, a yellow nose ring, and a faded pink ribbon is tied around her right horn. The last character (Trixie) is a pale skinned short, fat woman with thick pink curly shoulder length hair covering one eye and a large round nose. She looks uninterested and tired, and her mouth isn't shown. She is wearing a dark turquoise jacket with a blue heart on the right shoulder with a green T-shirt with the NFPA 704 diamond symbol on it where instead of numbers the quadrants say "X, Y, A, B", similar to the layout of a video game controller. She is also wearing a blue long skirt with a lighter blue and a white stripe and blue bottlenose dolphin slippers. The background are two different photographs of the inside of a house, heavily edited to have entirely orange and green color palettes. The one on the left is of a kitchen, and the one on the right is of a living room. /END ID]

[philtstone]

Anne/Gilbert, 13

#13 - You say my name for the first time and I fall in love in an empty bar

two days ago i accidentally stumbled upon an ancient half-written opening scene to an anne of green gables psych au in the depths of my wip folder, and it struck me that whatever this concept was, the world deserved to see it. so i decided to pummel it into a coherent prompt fill and here we are. the prompt is ... interpretive, but i think it works. if it isn't clear, anne is shawn, diana is gus, and gilbert is juliette. i don't actually know if there's a lassiter in this universe; suggestions are, of course, welcome

for @foolgobi65, because as one might expect, the title of the google doc read, "for maya"

Anne’s day ends with her spitting out a large gulp of no-brand hallucinogenic instant coffee onto the potted azalea in their lobby. 

Well. That is not wholly accurate. One could argue that Anne’s day ends with the gasping splutter that follows, and the wide-eyed stare she bestows upon her sheepish colleague slash long-time childhood friend slash former sworn enemy, slash --

Well. That, too, leaves some points unaddressed. 

The most accurate account capitulates that Anne’s day -- an all-around uneventful, if emotionally complicated affair -- ends with the soft, butterfly-wing laugh shared by two friends who have acknowledged the known truth of a secret badly kept and ultimately harmless in practice.

But that’s where Anne’s day ends; it begins quite monotonously, with a tip-off about Mrs. Blewitt’s peevish cat having gone missing (it had run away and good riddance, Anne insists, a conclusion she comes to without any collection of evidence nor erstwhile psychic episode), and the spilled bowl of coco puffs that heralds the complicated emotions of the day’s middle.

And so, without further ado, the middle:

Gilbert is starfished on the floor, t-shirt clad back against cheap laminate. 

Gilbert has been starfished on the floor (t-shirt clad back against cheap laminate) all afternoon. Anne does not know if this is his natural mourning position or something unique to this particular lamentation. Either option is pitiable on principle, and saddening in the more subjective sense; he is a dear friend, and this a sticky situation. 

But the fact of the matter is that his limbs are simply too long to be starfishing in the Lady C’s Psychic Detective Agency lobby. Specifically, they don’t actually have a lobby, as the entire space is just one dinky office and a houseplant.

“Oh, Gilbert,” says Diana, placatingly, as she’s said at least twelve times in varying tones of commiseration in the last hour.

“I’m a fool,” Gilbert tells the ceiling. Anne can acquiesce that the ceiling is a very good listener; she and that ceiling have had many a despondent heart-to-heart in the past year alone. “A prized idiot, Anne.” 

Anne scowls. 

She does so enjoy being right -- it has to be said -- but that doesn’t mean she would pull an I told you so after someone’s job has been lost. Jobs are livelihoods. Livelihoods mean being able to do things like actually afford groceries, or own a car that does not make horrible rattling noises every time one turns on the left-hand blinker. 

She got the “I told you so” off her chest hours ago. 

“You’re not an idiot,” says Anne, more snappishly than she intends it. “You’re a good person, Gilbert Blythe. That is not an idiot.”

“I am,” insists Gilbert. “This was a terrible idea. Zero out of ten, would not do again. Why didn’t I go into medicine? Remember Ms. Stacey from the seventh grade? She said I should go into medicine.”

At this, Diana throws Anne an aggrieved look from under the well-groomed fringe of her glossy dark hair. 

Diana -- when she isn’t saying “Oh, Gilbert” in commiserating tones -- is making coffee in the corner in what must be a noble attempt at offering a comforting hot drink during a time of trouble. Only, she’s using the last of their instant coffee mix, which Anne employs more in DIY home facial remedies (a desperate bid to reduce her stubbornly-enduring freckles) than she does in coffee. It generally tastes like putrified cardboard and has odd kernels of glittery orange stuff in it that Anne once insisted almost did give her an out of body hallucinogenic psychic experience.

Marilla had said “Fiddlesticks” and attributed that to sleep deprivation and a too-large cup of artificially caffeinated joe, but that is beside the point.

The point is: Anne’s not sure if the coffee is their best course of action, comfort-wise, and of course reminiscing about seventh grade is not going to get them anywhere good. Seventh grade involved terrible hair dye jobs, the distasteful entity that was Josie Pye, and that one time (read: the entirety of seventh grade) where Gilbert tugged Anne’s braid in a misguided attempt to get her attention and Anne vowed to hate him forever. 

Obviously, Anne did not keep good on that vow, else Gilbert would not be starfishing on the floor of her slightly-fraudulent psychic detective agency office, in the throes of misery. 

Anne sighs. She tries to telepathically communicate to Diana that it is indeed a go on the well-meaning offering of mediocre bean juice and taps her foot. 

“Here, Gilbert,” says Diana, kneeling down and offering the chipped mug to the general vicinity of Gilbert’s prone chin. Gilbert looks at her desolately, and then down his nose -- it’s a very fine nose, Anne thinks unhelpfully -- at the steaming cup. He goes a little cross-eyed.

“Oh,” says Gilbert. “Thanks, Diana.”

But he doesn’t make any move to get up. Anne taps her foot more insistently and crosses her plaid-clad arms, frowning.

“Drink the coffee,” says Anne, in a tone she hopes brooks no argument. Diana told her only yesterday that she’d quite excelled in recent weeks at achieving it. The wisdom of its application had been another matter entirely, tangled in an unfortunate case involving a missing Jersey cow and a classical opera singer’s heirloom willow-pattern serving platter -- but that was neither here nor there, and Diana’s faithful encouragement was greatly appreciated.

A Jersey cow in Toronto, Anne thinks now, huffing. Of all the things --

Gilbert has not taken his coffee. 

“Gilbert,” says Anne.

Perhaps the stuff’ll be so strong that Gilbert will be knocked right out cold, thus reprieving him of his woes for a short while. Or maybe it’ll give him that hallucinogenic experience Anne had, and, subsequently, he will realize that Anne herself is not the real thing, and merely an expert fake, and their carefully-built, much-cherished friendship will be over forever.

Fiddlesticks, says Marilla’s sensible voice in Anne’s head. 

Focus, Anne, thinks Anne.

“Gilbert,” Anne says again, in less theatrical tones, “you did absolutely nothing wrong. You are free of the corrupt institution of manufactured public justice now, and good riddance to that.”

This is the second time today Anne has said “and good riddance to that”. Gilbert says nothing, and continues frowning at the ceiling. 

“You pursued justice,” continues Anne -- and is it really her fault the theatrics are creeping back in? -- “and for that were dishonourably suspended. You followed protocol and reported disingenuous practices that were hurting an innocent family. That’s more than enough to ensure your relative moral standing in an ethically complex situation. So, really, who is the dishonourable party here? The --”

“The Toronto police department,” offers Diana helpfully.

“The Toronto police department!” finishes Anne. 

“Yes,” says Diana.

“Yes,” repeats Anne, then flounders, realizing her point has already been made. “And – well – good riddance to them!”

There is a beat; Gilbert turns his face, rather muppet-like, across the floor, to look at her with marginally-less miserable eyes; the top of his curly dark head flops against the floor. They stare at each other awkwardly for a long moment.

“Well?” Anne says, finally. “Drink that poisonous coffee and up and at ‘em.”

Finally, Gilbert sighs, and pushes himself up onto his elbows. This is good. One brown-fingered hand grasps the death liquid in a sort of fumbled grapple for balance and prevented spillage. He says,

“Thank you, Diana -- Anne. I -- I know.”

“Well, good,” says Anne.

“I’m just -- I’d be perfectly happy figuring out a new life, on principle, but this case -- I can’t just leave it.”

“Well that’s a given. Obviously, you’ll figure it out. Bring those clowns to justice.” 

This is Anne speaking.

“Right,” says Gilbert. There is a furrow remaining between his frustratingly nice brows. “But Anne -- I don’t have any resources anymore. I got fired, remember? I had to turn in my badge and gun and even my car.”

“We have a car,” Diana says helpfully. Anne nods, not quite realizing the end goal her bosom friend and psychic detective partner is building up to here; she is more caught on the fact that Gil’s department issued vehicle was a sleek Volvo, and Diana’s car is her mother’s ancient fire engine red Toyota and outside of ongoing engine troubles also smells eternally of the family kimchi recipe. “We have food in our fridge, too –” (that kimchi) “and we have pens, and pencils, and lots of paper, and a printer – Anne’s got a taser, even –”

“Diana,” Anne hisses, instinct overriding any higher brain function that would catch on to Diana’s burgeoning Point.

“You know that’s illegal, right?” says Gil, unhelpfully,

“What I’m trying to say,” says Diana, “is sure, you have resources, Gilbert Blythe. You’ve got us, haven’t you? Actually, well, I’ve had a really great idea. You could just work here!”

It is here that the heroines of this daytime drama begin their journey towards the spluttering end-of-day outlined at the beginning, because at this cheerful declaration Anne turns, and blinks rapidly at her colleague. Gilbert, in turn, blinks at Anne.

“You’ll be an official part of Lady C’s Psychic Detective Agency!” continues Diana, all dimpled smiles, and even claps her hands together – so enthusiastically that the puffy cold shoulder sleeves of her powder blue top bounce. “I think that solves all of our problems, don’t you, Anne?” 

The late afternoon sun shining through the half-covered office window is making Diana’s Wednesday work-day highlight pop quite extraordinarily; perhaps this is what distracts Anne enough that she does not take her by the well-manicured hand and say, with awkward comedic timing, a word? like people do in humorous television shows. Rather, realizing that there really is nothing else she can say: 

“Oh, erm, sure.” 

Only then, somewhat immediately, does the reality of the statement barrel into her like that damnable Jersey cow. 

“Diana,” Anne hisses, a second time.

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss, Anne,” Diana says breezily. “I think Gil’ll get on just fine here. And anyway, Marilla gave us, like, four days’ worth of leftovers to keep in the fridge. We need a man to help us eat through it.”

Amidst all of this, Gilbert’s expression has been slowly evolving from an understandable bewilderment to a perhaps more expected bemusement. By the time Anne has gathered enough of her wits to a), ignore him, and b), say, “No one says sourpuss anymore, Diana,” (because she is feeling acutely uncharitable in that exact moment), Gilbert has properly pulled himself up into a sitting position, rested his elbows loosely upon his knees, and said,

“That sounds fine to me.”

Anne whirls around to face him. She has lost words. How could Diana do this to her? This great betrayal of her deepest trust? Absolutely, Gilbert cannot work with them. Gilbert, who she has finally made peace with. Gilbert, who is one of her most valued friends. Gilbert, who trusts Anne, but does not at all know her process. Gilbert does not know the minutiae of her talents. Gilbert does not know that she is, in fact, lying through her teeth to the law, for money and also the greater good of the Greater Toronto Area. Well, perhaps it’s more like bending some truths – but Gilbert is an innocent in this equation, is the point! Of course, he is innocent in a manner that makes him utterly guilty and culpable in every respect, as Anne never hesitates to blame him for her many personal ills – but the fact of the matter is that she, Anne, will not be able to keep her fraudulent clairvoyant claims safe if Gilbert is living in her detective office.

“It’s not like I need a place to crash or anything,” Gilbert says, as though reading Anne’s very unhelpful and resoundingly mute train of thought. “But what I’d give to beat the bastards who did this at their own game.”

… Oh. The case. Which they have still not solved.

Anne, with herculean effort, unsticks her voice.

“No,” she says. “Absolutely not. This is a terrible idea, Gilbert Blythe. I won’t have it.” 

Gilbert eyes her very carefully, like she is a puzzle he cannot quite crack. Diana, on the other hand – who has been collecting her coffeemaking supplies with efficiency – whirls around on her way to the kitchenette and offers Anne a terribly pointed, knowing look. 

“I think it’ll be good for all of us, actually.”

“No,” Anne says. Really, she almost clasps her hands together in prayer. “No, no no no no, Di-ana –”

But Diana is gone, and Anne finds herself suddenly mute again: Gilbert has abandoned his laminate lamentations and stood to his full height.

He’s right in front of her and everything, too. She is struck by an awful earth-shattering vision of the same unfairly broad, football player’s chest now directly in her eyeline walking away from her, broken and defeated by the soul-destroying betrayal that will follow his inevitable realization that Anne is a lying liar who lied. 

“C’mon, Anne,” Gil says, as he steps forward to follow Diana out. His whole person is too close, his voice too chummy, just by her ear but oh so casual, and then, in the most infuriatingly possible way he could say it – “what’s the worst that could happen?”

And he leaves her standing in the empty Lady C’s lobby, wishing that she really did have psychic abilities after all. 

Maybe then, she could have seen this total disaster of a development coming.

[mystarmyangel]

[HOT-THEQOO] 231231 MBC Gayo Daejejeon Part 2 YoonA in yellow dress

At time of posting 1 Jan 12pm KST: 43.7K views, 201 comments (will translate non-repetitive comments)

1. She is a goddess 2. YoonA looks really good in forsythia yellow 3. No, but she really looks like a fairy...... insane 4. So beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!! 5. Wow, this is it 6. Insane, I literally swear in my own voice (and not just via keyboard) so freaking pretty 9. It is prettier on TV because it is a light yellow 10. I thought it was a pair of cat’s ears (referring to the ribbon on her hair), so cute... 11. Look just like Daffodil flower 14. She is totally a princess 18. The dress looks so good on you. But the hairpin does not match the dress ㅋㅋㅋ 24. Disney, what are you doing (waiting for)!!!!!!!! 27. Indeed, yellow dress is truly a winning colour. 33. I was so surprised when I was watching the show as it was really so pretty and suits her so well. Really super pretty 34. How do you look so good in yellow 36. No, but it is super difficult to look good in yellow colour. How did you even manage to match it so well, too beautiful!!! 37. This is the first time I seen someone that matches yellow colour so well. 42. It is so pretty. I think the styling team is serious at their work as well 43. I thought I would have gotten used to it by now, but I still can’t help but to let out a gasp when YoonA is on TV. 46. She is like Belle from Beauty and The Beast. So freaking pretty 49. Is YoonA Spring? She suits light yellow so well ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 52. Insane, insane, has Spring already arrived? You are so pretty goddess. 57. I really like YoonA’s voice when she is smiling. Both her dress and her voice are like sunlight 59. YoonA is really the beauty standard 62. Insane.. Oh my god, YoonA is really so lovely. 74. She is like Luna from Sailor Moon when she is in her human form.. So pretty 80. Her hair is so pretty 95. Wow she looks so lovely. Especially the aegyo sal underneath her eyes 100. Too pretty ㅠㅠㅠ I am always amazed whenever she appears on TV, yesterday black and white dresses were pretty, and today the pink and yellow dresses are also pretty, match her so well. ㅠㅠㅠㅠSo pretty 104. YoonA is our country’s number one. The most beautiful in the world. Princess you are so pretty 106. Even the hair ribbon is so cute

107. YoonA is truly a goddess, a yoongphrodite, a fairy, a princess you are everything ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠhighly beautiful ㅠㅠㅠㅠ 109. My eyes are getting cleansed. 112. It is amazing that she is still so pretty and kept on looking so beautiful. It is like there is no end to her beauty 114. Wow, she looks so refreshing! I thought the pure and elegant style was perfect for you, but you also look great with such fresh and lively style. 115. I saw an angel. 117. She is the definition of loveliness itself ㅠㅠ 122. Disney princess-nim yellow colour is so beautiful 👸 127. The warm goddess of Spring 138. Is it a spring warm tone? It really suits you so well 139. She is really beautiful today. She is originally beautiful, but I am also really satisfied with the styling team today. 145. Wow, it is really pretty and the hairstyle is so cute 150. I feel like it is not the end of the year, but the beginning of spring~~ ☺️💛 152. I personally think that the styling today for YoonA is legendary 167. I feel like she is back to the Innisfree days. 171. She is an azalea flower in the first part, and now a forsythia flower in the second part ㅠㅠㅠ 172. YoonA’s styling team is finally working hard. Perfectly beautiful after a long time 183. It is really pretty, just like a flower fairy. 199. YoonA look like she will look refreshing forever, the yellow dress and the big ribbon look good on her ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 200. YoonA is the best whenever she wears a yellow dress. She is so so so so beautiful and lovely. 201. Really, just for how long more are you going to be this pretty?

Source: TheQoo Trans: mystarmyangel

[bite-sized-devil]

Hi Saadie! Congrats on 500+ Followers!

Here's my info for the matchup! ^^

Star Sign : (November) Scorpio Age : 18 Height : 5'3 Identity : Female; She/Her MBTI : INFJ-T Occupational : (tired) College Student Favorite Things : I like books (mostly fantasy), action movies, musicals, my computer (lol), any type of music, anime, flowers such as azaleas and roses, milk chocolate, birthday cards my sister makes for me and butterscotch ice cream What I do in my spare time : Read books or fics, play piano, watch gamers on YouTube and sometimes sketch random objects out of boredom What I look for in a partner : Passionate, loyalty, overall great sense of humor, kindness, funny (my humor be broken haha) and honesty! Favorite Obey Me Character(s) : Mammon, Leviathan, Satan Belphegor and Barbatos Appearance : I am a South Asian person who has olive-peach skin but not so pale looking either. I have a really small mole on the left side of my cheek. I have short black hair, light brown eyes, pretty big eyelashes and am pretty much average in height (or short- not sure how much 5'3 is classified in some countries lol). I have small dark circles under my eyes which can't be distinguished since I wear glasses which somewhat covers them up.

I hope this is enough! If you need, I can DM you a picture of my appearance! ^^

( -@amberrskiies )

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

Hello cutie! I'm sorry this took a little while, I'm trying to go in order of who sent in first. I originally wanted to give each submission all of what I promised all at the same time but uhhhh.... That would take way to long 😂 and so I'm just releasing the match ups first then I'll do the fics/script fics if I haven't already written them. Oh also nightbringer distracted me a buuuunch! So sorry!!

Mostly SFW, slightly suggestive. 💕

Match up:

Satan Avatar of Wrath

May I offer scrunky furious cat boy to you? He's very passionate, funny, loyal and honest! I think he'd be quite taken with you, you love to read and play the piano what a charming little thing you are 💕 He'd love to help you study for your exams, you'll reward him with kisses won't you?

Head canons for you two:

This mother fucker actually asked you out mid screaming match with Lucifer. Or well actually you think that's what happened? You remember "MC GOOD YOU'RE HERE I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO DINNER! THAT IS AS SOON AS IM FINISHED WITH THIS ARSEHOLE RIGHT HERE!" So now you're in your room at HOL dressed and ready but starting to think maybe you heard wrong? Your brain doesn't really function properly during screaming matches, even ones you aren't involved in. So you're sitting on your bed considering changing before anyone notices you're all dressed up. Fuck that would be so embarrassing! But you hear a knock on the door, just one simple but sharp knock. It has you up off your bed in seconds racing to the door nearly as fast as the beat your heart is setting. You open the door and find him there waiting. He gives you a warm smile and takes your small hands in his. "Your beauty flaws me MC, truly you are something to behold. I want to apologise for my rudeness earlier, I'm not sorry I asked you to dinner. Just how I went about it."

How cute is it when you read together. 🥰 Your head resting on one of his legs reading your lastest fantasy novel. The fingers of his free hand comb through your short black locks absentmindedly. His other hand holds his book against the thigh of his raised knee. It's mostly comfortable, until he gets to an intense part and the fingers in your hair are no longer combing but sharply pulling as his hand gets turned into a fist. He's quick to pull you into his arms and smother you in sweet kisses in-between sorry's when he hears you utter a quiet 'ouch'.

If you weren't a member of the anti-lucifer club you are now. Pranking just became a favourite pastime for you both. If anything Lucifer is thankful as you tend to do childish pranks now instead of murderous ones.

Can he help you study? Please, he'll be good! He won't distract you! Say you'll let him help you, he'd love to. Honestly he'll only kiss you a little bit, promise they will only be as rewards for correct answers and not because you look so cute when you're concentrating. Oh no, was that a paper cut? He'll kiss it better, he'll kiss it better at your wrist, up your arm, along your collar bone, over your pulse point, along your jaw, over your lips with his tongue down your throat. Wait where did it hurt again? You can't remember, everything feels hazy. No pain, or study, only Satan.

It is now your life's mission to find a horror movie that actually scares Satan. Unfortunately you haven't found one yet, it's not however unfortunate for Satan. He loves watching horror movies with you, loves the way you tuck yourself in close to his side almost half hidden from the screen. Thinks it's so cute the way you jump and squeal a little at jump scares. Once you actually jumped into his lap, he kept you there the entire rest of the film just holding you close. So yeah he definitely likes watching them with you.

Will absolutely loose his shit if you dress up as a kitty. He's a blushing, stuttering mess! He's so fucking into you, and then you do this? His brain isn't working, not enough blood reaching it... It's circulating elsewhere. 😳

No offence to Satan or whatever but can you do me a favour and teach him how to dress himself properly? This might shock him a little but when you wear a coat you usually use both of the sleeves 😂 also stop with the hats! Again respectfully no offence 🙏

When you're together he always has to have a hand on you. It's more of a starved for affection thing rather than possessive. He really can't seem to get enough of you. It's his hand in yours, or at the small of your back, or wrapped around you. Or if he's feeling naughty grabbing your ass.

If you wanted more NSFW content I'm sorry! I felt kinda weird writing it for an 18yo like I'm some sort of predator! I'm like 10 years older then you, it gave me some icky feelings. So I'm sorry! 😔😔

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Author's note: This is just a silly little drabble I wrote just now because I was inspired by a song that's been playing on repeat for days now..

Word count: 693

Trigger warning: Suicide, Self-Harm, Blood, Gore

It didn't last as long as she wanted. The warm hugs, the way he told her every time she thought she was ugly, he reassured her she was beautiful. The way she would cry over nothing, and he was there to comfort her through it all. 

It didn't matter what insecurities she held, he was there to make it all melt away like cotton candy being licked away. Any time she was threatening to leave this world by cutting or other means of suicide, he was there to stop her. 

As tempting as it would be to go along with it and even kill himself with her, he couldn't do it. He wouldn't. Instead, he always coaxed her into continuing to live out her life with him by her side. 

Even when things got rough and she didn't know who she was anymore, he was there to remind her. Her hazel eyes were always the same to him that remained constant. Shining brilliantly in the light and glowing yellow in the night. Cat eyes he liked to call them. Mischievous and curious about the world around her. 

Her beautiful long brown hair that he couldn't quite put into words of description. But he could sure try. Brown like warm hot chocolate. Blond streaks like the finest gold. Fiery red streaks like the first flicker of a campfire. She was free spirited and refused to stay in one place for too long. 

But she also went through times of not trusting the world and confining herself to her room for days, weeks, maybe even months and refused to eat or sleep. The world was dangerous to her in those moments. No one to be trusted. Not even Him at times it seemed. 

And so her vicious pattern repeated. She cried and cried over nothing. And he was there to try and hold her. This time she refused to be held. Refused to be coaxed. “You'll always see me as a dumb blond!” She cried and he didn't understand a word. There was no context and yet, he understood exactly what she meant. 

The world perceived her as a fool. Someone who could be easily molded and taken advantage of. She was in her defensive mode and wouldn't allow anyone to get close enough. Like a large flame being constantly fed by lighter fluid, no one could put her out. 

He didn't know what to do. He was stumped. This time, he couldn't try a damn thing. He didn't know how to fix this. She held the blade in hand. “Stay away from me.” She growled as he approached her closely but he was too conscious of her holding it dangerously close to her wrist. 

The door to the bathroom closed and the lock clicked. He couldn't get in, she told herself as she started the shower head. Hot steaming water pouring out as she stepped in. It wouldn't hurt anymore she told herself. “Just.. a little.. a little more.” 

She dragged the blade across her skin, breaking it and watching the blood bubble up to the surface. Not a cry, not a single flinch came from her. She was not afraid. Her tears streaming her face were happy tears of relief. “Finally.. finally I will cut myself free from this life.” 

Her body relaxed into the tub although the shower head was spreading hot water onto her blood stained body. The water droplets decorating her are like fine art of condensation on a glass. She could hear screaming and banging on the door but it sounded distant. Almost as if it were a dream. Yes, this was a dream she thought to herself as her body grew cold. “I'll wake up soon enough in his arms.” She whispered with a smile on her face as she slowly closed her eyes. 

“My dear, Azalea.” He whispered with a single tear rolling down his cheek. “You've wilted into nothingness… how could this have happened?” It was just a minor slip up. He could've done something more..right? There must be something more he could've done. But he was too late for action now.

“..My dear, Azalea.”

[fumikomiyasaki]

👥 Carol Time!

Esca

Pink Trio

Terry

Raede

Adam

Headcanons

Let me also add a link here to part one of the first 4 ships headcanon so I keep them in mind.

Esca

Since a dream where Carol heard him mumbling something about fairies she often had a butterfly wing hair accesoire in her head which made him somewhat more attached to her to cuddle that day

She knows best not to get out her phone when he is nearby so its mainly off in her bag and she relies on reading and chatting with him instead

She is obsessed seeing him smile of laugh so she does her best to always keep him in a good mood and spoil him with something to see that smile again

Often mindlessly stroking his beard or touching his chest on instinct, at least when they are alone and she gets distracted...

One day he was worried cause he lost her being surrounded by cats who wanted her attention... but found her quickly after asking once.

Jesh

When she is reading alone, she often can't be alone cause he will pull her on his lap and touch her all over to get attention

However she is a sucker for sometimes just patting his ears while he lays down on her chest to rest a little

Never goes shopping with him... often tries to ask to go with Lustre or someone else instead cause she knows its only him making bargains

Given we talked about how he is not fond of looking at his hand I had the soft thought of her just taking it to her face and snuggling against it as if saying: "I do love every part of you, even the ones you do find ugly." (goes for the others too though)

Her Daughter Azalea became as bad as her dad but in the case that she calls out her mom on anytime she stares at him or any of her other partners soo she has to deal with little Jesh girl edition at times...

Would never admit him growling into her ear would have an instant effect on her.... making her nervouse quick

Lustre

I feel they often have times they just brush each others hair and Carol shares about all the annoyances she had to deal with in class... given both have long hair they do their best to not accidentally entangle them

The first person she goes to when she feels something bothering her or is in bad thoughts, cause she knows he instantly can make her feel better

They also go a lot to sweet cafes and get apple and strawberry theme dishes

Is often concerned about him for similar reasons he is concerned about others, caring about other people more than about yourself

Probably the one to get her most out of her comfort zone with his persuation

Maya

Each time Maya goes out as Ruibegold, Carol checks up on him once he is back just cause she hopes he comes back fine... she can be a slight worryward

Go to having the ability to make her rarely have nightmares and and she often just cuddles his tail during sleep while he sometimes cuddles her chest too

Thanks to her he could rest sometimes with maid work cause she did her hardest to help out where she could

"Cawol... can you tell me the stowy of the Shrine maiden?" "Sure, let me read it to you."

Terry

Probably often go out to eat big beef bowls and she tries when she can to explain him stuff even in free time hoping it sticks

Did ask him in return to help her get her sporty weakness more away and run with him from time to time

Probably would often watch Zombie movies with him cause he likes them and lean against him a little

"Yes... he is a dumbass sometimes but he is my dumbass and I do like how much I distract him... yet its also contraproductive... I need to find a way to use it."

He has learned to only use the puppy eyes on her when she isn't in strict teach mode.

"So teach, can you maybe give me some encouragement before we start?" *forehead kiss*

Raede

Keeps bug that likes to eat plants away from him, she knows how to release them safely, other bugs that are friendly to him they both often look at

Very much swoon each time he tries to win her over with Romance and flowers... lets her think back to stories she loves to read

Raysel already called her mom once and since then she already kinda behaves like Raysel is her daugther

Joined long baths with nice smells where she can get all her stress away and lay onto him

gives each of his tentacles often also a nice gesture in some nutritions or a small touch

"Just being near you makes me calm." "I do feel the same."

Watch her go all out with surprises for him

Adam

Aside him calling her apple cakes, or Apple pie I can also see him call her sprinkles sometimes too... she is not so the nickname person but calls him teasingly sweet cheeks when she is playfull

She always has some snacks in her bag if he needs them and they are out... often failed experiments from her previous cooking lessons with him

Both enjoy exchange kisses between them, for Adam also cause their tastes kinda mix and its a soothing experience

Has also joined his fencing tutoring in return to train at least a little bit

Even if not all pick up lines work on her, she often can turn them around to get him flustered instead... playing with words a little

Donut shop or Fast food dates between school, testing out any flavour on the menu and sharing things

He often asks her if she is homesick which she refuses yet he does all the same to make her feel as home as possible.

Despite not being used to Royalty it seemed like she had one of the best table manners as she visited his family I could see

[clowncalvary]

Reviewing Every Animal Crossing New Horizons Villager (Because I Have Fallen Down The Rabbit Hole) Part 1

Ace: Ugly, kind of reminds of a terrible piplup. 10 Bells.

Admiral: He reminds me of an OC I have who is very grumpy. His silly eyebrows made me smile. 100 Bells.

Agent S: On first glance I thought he was Splendid from Happy Tree Friends. I like his smug lil face, but otherwise he is meh. 50 Bells.

Agnes: Oh no, she is so charming though. I might just be weak to pigs though, they are very nostalgic. Very cute, I kind of hope I get her on my island. 1000 Bells.

Al: NO, NO, FUCK YOU. NO. 0 BELLS, I WILL PAY YOU TO GET RID OF HIM. SO GLAD HE IS NOT ON MY ISLAND.

Alfonso: Is he sick? The spots are a little frightening. Kinda like chicken pocs. Do not come near me, sir. 10 Bells.

Alice: Nope, I thought this was a weirdly formed mouse at first. 0 Bells.

Alli: Very cute, would not go searchin' for them though. 100 Bells.

Amelia: Um. She kinda looks like she was dunked into blood head first. I can appreciate that, but no thank you. 8 Bells.

Anabelle: Huh. I... Huh. I do not know? ??? Bells. Maybe 20 Bells??

Anchovy: Why did they make Rock Lee a bird???? Hasn't that man been slandered enough???? 5 Bells!!

Angus: His face is a bit weirdly shaped, but mine is too, so I can not judge him too much for that! 19.5 Bells.

Anicotti: Had to do a deep dive because I thought they had long hair at first and that was going to affect the rating. They do not. 5 Bells.

Ankha: I'm weak for a cute cat. Although the memes of yore are burned into my skull right between my eyes. So I see her and I cringe a bit,,,, 500 Bells.

Annalisa: I got moon eyes as soon as I saw this cutie. I really want them and I hope I can replace Sprocket on my island with them QAQ 2000 Bells.

Annalise: Ah. Peteh, the horse is here. 4 Bells.

Antonio: Ohohoho, a little mime dude! I would love a lil mime dude on my island! I'm staring to think most of the anteaters are pretty endearing! 1200 Bells.

Apollo: The United States animal, seein' apollo reminds me that we should go back to hunting and eatin' these lil dudes. 5 Bells.

Apple: See, this hamster looks like something that I should like. My friends would even probably think so! But I am so disturbed by their eyes.... 0 Bells.

Astrid: Hehe, I love the little star and the expression. I like this lil dude, they are welcome on my island! 200 Bells.

Audie: Their hair is throwing me off.... They would be so cute otherwise :( 200 Bells.

Aurora: This is the best kind of stylized penguin and I can NOT be persuaded otherwise! I just love them so much, I would have a plush of them!! 2000 Bells.

Ava: Reminds me of those microwave chickens. 10 Bells.

Avery: No. Ugly. Bad. 0 Bells.

Axel: This guy is proof that god has abandoned us. -20 Bells. You should pay me to even look at them.

Azalea: The sunny side egg on their horn cannot tempt me more on to their side. 12 Bells.

Baabara: I know the name is a pun. I KNOW THIS. But I still thought that they were a dog on the first look!! Unpopular opinion, ugly. 10 Bells.

Bam: Reminds me of an ex in a bad way, sorry Bam, it isn't you, it really is me. 0 Bells.

Bangle: I thought that was Tom Nook at first, and then I did a double take and realized that it is a tiger cosplayin' as Tom Nook. 0 Bells. You cannot replace him.

Barold: Why. -50 Bells.

[lucyandludwigkoopa]

here’s one of my Super Mario bros/Koopalings Ocs princess Lucy here’ information on her let me know what you think of her 🖤Full Name 🖤

princess Lucina van Koopa

🖤Nickname🖤

Lucy lulu bell beauty royal blue rose

🖤age 🖤

18 or 19

🖤looks🖤

hair dark/royal blue normally down some hair covers one eye like rosalina's sometimes has her hair in too pigtails sometimes one ponytail eyes grayish sliver color wears a Dark/royal blue dress Dark/royal blue heels black leggings black spiky arm bands black spiky choker a sliver tiara Dark/royal blue shell with azalea and sky blue rings around the spikes

🖤likes 🖤

listening to music singing dancing drawing painting vampires reading writing watching romantic tv shows and movies and reading romantic books listening to romantic pop and Rock music

🖤dislikes🖤

mud dirt getting dirty getting mud or dirt on her dresses leggings heels face hands hair ghosts bugs clowns heights the dark men a whole lot snakes having everyone she loves get hurt being alone

🖤gender🖤

female

🖤sexuality 🖤straight used to be lesbian

🖤personality 🖤

smart kind loyal sensitive gets Jealous easily

🖤powers 🖤

instability can clone herself has water magic and bubble magic can float like princess peach can with her unbrella/parasol also has fire powers

🖤weapons 🖤a magic wand

🖤strengths 🖤

water ice fire love her friends and family

🖤weakness 🖤

lava poison blood in a vampire way

🖤family 🖤

(bio mom ) Laura Koopa dead bio dad Louis Koopa alive twin brother Luka long lost younger sister Lacey (adoptive mom ) Queen Star (none bio (younger )siblings Raven May Ralph Izzy Luna have (bio younger sister) Lily (none bio

youngest )sister Breeze

🖤friends🖤Rosalina (BFFs) Koopalings ashlnn (another)(Oc) melanie (another Oc ) sarafina (another Oc Zac/Zoey

🖤backstory 🖤

she was born in the Koopa Kingdom and taken to an orphanage when her mom died and when her dad ran away her twin brother ran away the day before her mom died she ended getting adopted by Queen Star and lived in the Crystal Kingdom she ended up living in the Koopa King in Bowser's castle with her siblings Bowser the Koopalings and Jr after her adoptive mom Star left her and her siblings at Bowsers door step one day/night

🖤extra 🖤

she has autism ptsd like I do Irl she's also very sensitive and extremely scared of men because of her ex boyfriend she slowly became friends with her ex boyfriend she only trust's very few men her twin brother Bowser Ludwig Iggy Lemmy Larry Morton Kinda trust's Roy Jr she really likes Ducks and really wants to be one she has ptsd because of her adoptive mom Queen Star and her ex boyfriend she can sing and dance really well she really likes blood like a vampire does and wants to be one as well her ex boyfriend is Zac/Zoey thinks vampires are hot really loves tea she's British oh yeah Lucy has a pet cat that is a black and white cat that's female named Oreo that's has had since she was a kitten she has an altr ego that's a pop star named melody rose

🖤crush🖤

boyfriend/husband Ludwig Von Koopa

[newpartnerincrime]

primrose, azalea, and bluebell!!!

flower asks 💌

primrose: how long does it take for you to get ready for the day what does your routine usually consist of?

i would say maybe 15-20 minutes? my morning routine is really just brushing my teeth, washing/rinsing my face, putting on sunscreen, and brushing my hair before i get dressed. i don’t really do my makeup or do anything special to my hair unless i’m going out somewhere and i feel like it so yeah actual Getting Ready time isn’t long

azalea: what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

i was listening to the music or the misery (fob) in the car earlier and i luv that song she’s so cute

bluebell: do you have any pets? if so, what are their names?

my family has five animals. whew. three dogs (lucy, jasper, pete) and two cats (dipper and mabel) :] although i don’t really live with them anymore so i guess they’re not technically my pets rn but still

[fangirling-heart]

Violet, primrose, azalea, and dahlia for the ask game~~

Thanks for the ask!!! :)

violet— do you like to cook or bake? if so, what is it that you like to make?

I don't know a lot about either cooking or baking. Literally the only thing I can cook by myself (other than sandwiches or toast) is pasta. But I do enjoy making it and I'd like to learn more recipes. Especially about baking.

primrose— how long does it take for you to get ready for the day what does your routine usually consist of?

About 20-30 minutes. Sometimes a bit more, if I want to spend a little extra time in bed. But after getting up, I say good morning to my cat, give her her morning pets and a morning treat and then make my own breakfast, a nice nutella sandwich. Most people need coffee to wake up, I need something sweet. After that I brush my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair, get dressed and I'm ready for the day.

azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

Rät by Penelope Scott. This is one of my ultimate favorite songs. I love the singer's voice and the emotion it carries throughout the song and I love the lyrics and the references in them. It's a song that makes me think of many characters I like (a good example being Hunter) and sometimes I listen to it for inspiration.

dahlia— do you like to follow current fashion trends or do you have a particular style that you prefer to stick to?

Honestly no, I don't follow the trends. If I like something I will buy/wear it regardless of whether it's in fashion or not. So yeah, I guess I stick to my own style, which I think I would describe as casual with a touch of fandom flare sometimes.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Name: Azalea Jamila

Nicknames: Azzie, Lea, Flower, Princess, Queen (all by friends and followers)

Birthday: May 24th

Age: 18

Height 5'7

Appearance: Azalea is a very beautiful young lady with semi-dark medium fair skin, long thick black hair down her back, juicy plump lips and almond shape light brown eyes

Clothes: She's always dressed in high end fancy brands of clothes that make her stand out and show she's from lots of money, beautiful clothes and colors with tons of golden jewelry and nice bag brands, high heeled sandals and pumps, and luxury branded sun glasses.

Personality: She's very sarcastic typically sassy and brave girl with a mighty heart full of courage and loyalty towards others, very compassionate and adores to see the world

Schooling: 1st Year of college: Journalism Major

Likes: Chicken ramen, action movies, traveling, amusement parks, romance, cats, birds, dancing, singing, strong leading ladies, theater, books, learning new things, mythology, boys, girls, smoothies, yoga, hiking, all music, writing, photography, culture, swimming

Dislikes: Sexism, racists, being told she can't do much, cheaters, liars, stereotypes, sick smells, arguing with others, annoying people, entitled people, stories of cops or people hurting people especially homeless, being called fake or cheap, when things go wrong at protests

Abilities: Writing, dancing, running, singing, learning fighting

Name Meanings: Azalea - Greek for "dry flower" Jamila - Arabic for "beauty"

Trivia: Is the only child of the Jamila family Known Sha for years since they were 5-6 years old Has a secret romance with a boy in her school

[onlyyouexisthere]

for the flower asks: primrose, azalea, and cosmos please 💕💕

Thank you for the ask, JJ! 💕

primrose— how long does it take for you to get ready for the day what does your routine usually consist of?

I get up, feed the cat, read my e-mails, notifications, news, etc. while I'm drinking my tea, then I spend ~30-40 minutes on makeup, hair and getting dressed.

azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

My friend's husband has a band, and I just finished listening to a demo. I don't particularly like this folkish, theatrical type of metal, but his growl is on point.

cosmos— what's the best compliment you've ever received? who was it from?

I have a hard time accepting compliments, and I also don't really know how to respond to them, which makes the whole interaction awkward, so I'm trying to forget about it as fast as I can :D But even though I don't remember specific compliments, they mean a lot, and I appreciate every single person who's ever complimented me.

(Flower asks)

[batshieroglyphics]

Was looking through my pictures folder, and I apparently made doll images for my Queen Hermione story, Royal, at some point. The first is the trio (& Crookshanks) in ‘normal’ clothing. The second is them in their more ‘royal’ attire.

[Image Description: Two cartoon-styled images of three characters.

The first image, from the left, is a pale-skinned male, with short black hair and green eyes behind small red glasses, who is wearing a red shirt and blue jeans under a black cloak. To his right is a pale-skinned female with long curly brown hair and brown eyes, who is wearing a blue shirt and knee-length brown skirt under a black cloak. She has a blue bird sitting on one hand, and an orange cat sitting behind her. To her right is a pale-skinned male with freckles, blue eyes, and short red hair, who is wearing a brown waistcoat over an orange shirt and black trousers, and a black cloak. The background is dark, with a full moon.

The second image, from the left, has a pale-skinned male with freckles, blue eyes, and short red hair, who is wearing an indigo shirt under an open black vest and red half-cape, with brown trousers and black boots. He is holding a sword down by his side in his right hand, and a red rose up in his left. To his right is a pale-skinned female with brown eyes and brown hair done up in a bun, who is wearing a purple gown with white sparkles on the bodice, a gold crown, gold earrings, gold bracelets on both wrists, and a gold necklace with a blue stone. She is holding a pink rose in her right hand. To her right is a pale-skinned male with black hair pulled back in a low ponytail and green eyes, who is wearing a black shirt, black trousers, and black boots, with a green half-cape. He is holding a sword down bay his side in his left hand, and a rose up in his right hand. The background is a wall of windows showing a sunset.

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(These were made well before Black!Hermione and Middle Eastern!Harry became the fanon norm, and now I sort of want to go on a hunt for the relevant doll maker to update their appearances. Alas, I couldn’t begin to guess which online doll maker these were created using, but, going by the others in the folder, it was one of the Disney-themed ones on Azalea’s site. Which may or may not have an updated version that works without Flash.)

[all-my-love-for-harry]

Delicate. — Part 2.

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a/n: Part 2, let’s gooo. as always, feedback is very much appreciated! Let me know what you think or what you would like to see next. thank you for reading!

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"Stupid cheesecake recipe."

"Over baking wasn't exactly on the recipe, J." 

"Oh, shut up. Yours is dry as fuck."

Y/n opened her mouth, pretending to be offended. The pair was currently having a little baking competition that clearly went wrong since none of them can bake. Now, Y/n was pretty good at cooking in general, but for some reason baking just wasn't her thing. And obviously, it wasn't Jensen's thing either. 

"I hope you clean this mess after you're done." The truth was, Louise wasn't surprised by the mess her children had made and didn't mind it either. The age difference between both of them was big, so growing up there wasn't much they could do to bond. Right now, however, they were so much closer than they were before, and Jensen and Y/n had more things in common and more options of activities they could do together, like baking. 

Even if they were bad at it. 

"I invited Harry and Sarah tonight. They're having dinner with us." Louise spoke again, grabbing a rag and starting to wipe off the flour on the kitchen island. 

"Who's Sarah?" Y/n asked, cleaning the flour on her left cheek. She tried to ignore the growing butterflies in her stomach at the mention of Harry. She'd be lying if she said she hasn't thought about him since their last encounter, even went as far as trying to look for him on the internet but she got nothing. But the mention of another woman made her feel confused. Was he married or something? Don't blame her, the guy wears a lot of rings.  

"The owner of that cat café I took you to the other day. She's great, don't worry." 

Jensen nudged her playfully, and she rolled her eyes in return. "I'll take a shower." She announced before marching out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her old room. She wanted to clean herself up before Harry arrived, although she didn't know why. Looking through the clothes she kept at her mother's house, she settled in a plain, long blue dress with spaghetti straps and a pair of sandals. She didn't want to look overdressed but also didn't want to just wear a pair of sweatpants like she's been wearing all afternoon. 

"Do you remember when mom tried to set me up with that girl who worked at the restaurant on the other side of town?" Jensen entered the room without knocking, running his fingers through his hair. He was also fresh out of the shower. 

"Madison?" Jensen hummed in response. "She was nice. Why did you stop going out with her?"

"Because mom only did it because she thought I was lonely.?"

"What's your point?" She looked at him after grabbing a hairbrush from the vanity. 

"That she's doing the same now with Harry? Duh."

"Woah, I've met the man once. And I've tried going out with people she sets me up with, and we never click."

//

Y/n tried to play it cool when she heard the gates open, busying herself with whatever as the doorbell rang and Louise hurried towards the door. Harry and a gorgeous brunette stepped into the house, smiling widely at the middle-aged woman. 

"Come on in! I'm so glad you could make it."

"You have a lovely home, Louise." Harry's deep voice along with that accent of his sent shivers down Y/n's spine. She had a weak spot for British people and she didn't know why. 

"I'm sorry Mitch couldn't make it." The woman beside Harry said. 

"Oh, it's okay. There's always next time."

The three of them walked into the living room where everyone else was sitting. Jensen stood up and high-fived Harry before giving Sarah a side hug. A smirk appeared on Harry's face as Y/n came into his view. "Hello again, love."

"Hi, Harry." Y/n returned his little salute. "Azaleas are doing great, by the way." She jokingly said. 

"Knew you would keep them alive." He gave her a little wink before giving her a quick hug. 

Sarah introduced herself and Y/n did the same, accepting her hand to shake. Y/n had to admit, she was really pretty. Along with her brown hair, she had a pair of blue eyes and an inviting smile. If Harry was really dating Sarah, then he was a lucky man. 

Throughout the dinner, Y/n didn't say much. She'd occasionally steal little glazes at Harry and admired how gorgeous he looked tonight. It was funny, Y/n had this feeling in her tummy every time she's seen him, which by the way has only been twice, and she grew nervous out of nowhere. It was almost like she was too shy to speak to him, which was weird considering she was a pro at holding conversations as she's been trained to do so. Sometimes she'd stare for too long and Harry would notice and smile her way. Y/n felt like a teenager with a highschool crush. She tried to convince herself she didn't like him that way and she was just taken back at how pretty he was. 

Dinner was over and Harry insisted on helping with the dishes despite Louise's protests. So now it was just Y/n and Harry in the kitchen putting everything in the dishwasher while sipping on white wine. 

"How can you put ice on it?" Harry asked, nodding at her glass filled with wine and ice. "When the ice melts it just tastes like water."

"I like it really cold but I don't like keeping the bottles in the freezer." She explained, taking a sip from her glass. "So how do you know Sarah?" 

"She was the first friend I made when I came here. She's also British so we became fast friends. Plus, he's dating my best friend and co-worker."

"Oh." She said, processing the information. Perhaps that Mitch guy Sarah mentioned was her boyfriend and not Harry. Suddenly, she felt a wave of relief but then again, why?

"Can I say something without sounding creepy?"

"S-sure?" 

"My sister is a massive fan of yours. When we still lived with my mum, you were all she listened to."

"I'm sorry." She joked and he breathed a laugh. "Well, tell her I say hi, please."

"Will do."

"So..." She dragged the word. "You knew who I was?"

"Obviously I don't live under a rock." He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm just not invested in that whole world as other people, you know? I don't even own an Instagram account or anything." Harry shrugged.

So that's why she couldn't find him anywhere, she thought. A feeling of excitement ran through her veins. Harry knew who she was, but he didn't care. Being treated like a normal person was a luxury Y/n didn't have anymore, so it was safe to say she felt happy knowing he'd treat her like one. 

They finished the task in silence, but Y/n couldn't contain the little smile forming on her face and honestly, Harry couldn't either. 

She was curious about him. What was he doing in her hometown if he was from the other side of the world? What did he do in his free time? Where did he get so many cool rings? Did he always want to be a florist? Why was he a florist? She had a million questions she wanted to ask, feeling genuinely intrigued by him. Harry could easily come off as an intimidating man, but what she has noticed from him was completely different. 

Harry was shy, incredibly so. But he was also cheeky, and silly and had a boyish smile that he could change into an intense look in a matter of seconds if he wanted to. His green eyes were always shiny, like stars in a black sky. He also appeared to be always happy, although she couldn't be certain on that one. 

The things she was feeling right now were things she's never experienced before and that was both exciting and terrifying. 

//

"I never trust a narcissist." Y/n tasted the new lyrics she's been thinking about with a random melody on the piano. She sat in front of the instrument in her living room and this time she didn't have to squeeze her brain for one decent melody, because this time she was able to come up with one smoothly. 

Pandora was casually laying down on the floor close to Y/n while Lizzie was chilling around the house as she didn't like the sound of the piano that much. This was one of those nights when inspiration came to Y/n from nowhere, having to drag herself out of the comfiness of her bed before she forgot what her brain had come up with. She continued adding lyrics, making sure her phone was still recording everything she was doing. 

It had been a few days since she's seen her family or had any kind of human interaction and now that she was thinking about it, she kind of missed it. Now, she loved her family to pieces and would do absolutely anything for them but she missed her friends, her real friends who were thousands of miles away from her right now. She was craving that more than anything right now and that's probably why she found herself in front of The Blossom House the morning after, debating whether or not entering the shop. 

Deciding to suck it up, she opened the door of the building and stepped in, feeling the overwhelming smell of flowers hit her nostrils immediately. There were a few people in the shop, a young boy buying a bouquet of red roses and two middle-aged women that looked like they came together. Y/n tried to go unnoticed as she stepped deeper into the store. The truth was, she didn't know what she was doing there. She didn't need more flowers, that's for sure. 

She looked through her sunglasses a bouquet of daisies her mother would absolutely die for, so she decided to grab it for her. 

"Oop, sorry. That one's not done yet." Someone said from behind. She turned around and saw a man with long hair tied in a low bun and a mustache on his face. "It's a commission, actually. But I can make another one for you."

"Oh, it's fine. I'll just pick something else." She gave him a polite smile. The name on the tag read Mitch, so he must be Sarah's boyfriend. "Uh... weird question but, is Harry around?"

"Yeah, he's in the back. Want me to get him for you?" He offered but she declined. 

"It's okay. Thank you." Giving him one last smile she walked away to the other side of the room, this time looking at the roses. The white ones were her favorites and she loved looking at them. 

"Hey, stranger."  Taking advantage of the fact he couldn't see her, she smiled widely at the sound of his voice. "Fancy seeing you here." As soon as she turned around she saw the goofy dimpled smile on his face. 

"Likewise, do you work here by any means?" She smirked as he giggled, deciding to play along. 

"Darling, I own the place."

"An entrepreneur, oh my god." She pretended to fan herself with the palm of her hand and Harry let out a big laugh. 

"What brings you here? More flowers?" Something tells her he knew she wasn't here for the flowers, and it was true, as much as she wanted to tell herself she wanted a new bouquet for her mom. In reality, she wanted to see him. "Has something caught your eye so far?"

"There was this bouquet of daisies but a man told me it was for a commission?" Her words came off more like a question. 

"Oh, yes. Mitch's been working on that for a few hours now. I can tell him to make you one like that if you want. Could be done in a couple of hours."

"That would be great. I could swing by in a while to get it."

"Orrrrr, we could wait for it over a cup of coffee?"

She observed him for a while and how the dimples never disappeared from his face as he waited for her answer. He seemed confident and she really liked that. "Sounds fun." She shrugged before a smile appeared on her face, matching his. 

"Let me tell Mitch and we'll go." He said before rushing to the back of the store and returning shortly after without his apron. "Would you prefer to go to Sarah's? Because there's this one, half block away that serves good coffee."

"Let's try that one." Honestly, she'd walk whatever blocks if that meant they'd spend more time together. "As much as I loved going to Sarah's, seeing all those kittens at once makes me cry."

"I feel the same. I always take my mum there when she comes to visit, last time she came she adopted one." He mentioned. A car passed at low speed, making Y/n nervous. She tried to cover her face as much as she could with her hair and fixing her sunglasses. "Is everything okay?" Harry asked, noticing her change of behavior. 

"Uh? Oh, yes. I thought someone was watching from that car." She said in a low voice. What happened next, she would've never expected. Harry pushed her gently to the other side of the sidewalk, changing places with her so his much taller frame would cover hers.

She blushed, looking up at him but he acted like it wasn't a big deal, like it was a natural thing to do although they didn't even know each other that well. She thought he'd tell her she was being paranoid or something but instead, he chose to do something he thought would make her feel more at ease. And it worked. 

Harry held the door open for her when they arrived, guiding her to a table away from the windows and pulled out the chair for her to sit, being an absolute gentleman with her. And although Y/n insisted, Harry went for their coffees and paid for them as well, saying he was the one who invited her hence he'd be the one who pays. 

Once they were settled with their own cups of coffee, they started talking. Mostly about Harry, Y/n still didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about herself and he understood so he let her ask him anything she desired. 

"Do you go to England often?"

"Not as much as I'd like to. I try to go during summer and for the holidays, of course. Although for birthdays and such, I'm not always able to fly there." 

"You must miss your family a lot." From what she's gathered about him, he was a family guy, so being away from his must be tough. She knew it was for her. 

"I do. But I also love it here."

"Do you see yourself going back?"

"To London? Probably not. I have gotten used to being in the states so if I ever move back there full time I'd feel out of place."

She nodded along, listening to him carefully. Harry had a beautiful voice and he spoke slowly so it made it even more soothing than it already was. She swore this man could read her a bedtime story and she'd be out in the first minutes. 

They talked for some more and bought another cup of coffee for the walk back to the flower shop. They were having a great time, and although they wouldn't say it out loud, none of them wanted it to end. So it was safe to say they both felt a little sad once they arrived at The Blossom House. 

"Let me get the bouquet for you." Harry told her after they entered. He came back with a replica of the bouquet of daisies she saw earlier and she smiled. "It's on the house, tell Louise I say hi."

"You don't have to gift me flowers every time I come, you know that right?" She chuckled but grabbed the bouquet regardless. 

"I know I don't have to but who says I don't want to?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, grinning at her. 

"Thank you, Harry. For the coffee and the flowers."

"You're very welcome. I, uh, I had a great time today." He said, blushing a little.

"Me too."

"Do you think we could do it again some other time?" He asked hesitantly. 

"I'd love to, honestly." Y/n admitted, starting to blush as well. 

"So can I have your number or I'd have to wait until you come again?" He asked teasingly. "Swear I'll not sell it on e-bay."

"Can you even sell a telephone number on e-bay?" She asked, laughing as she took her phone out of her bag, handing it to him. "Feel free to text yourself so you could have mine too."

"I'll use it wisely, I promise."

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps not only for coffee but for a nice dinner."

Yeah, she definitely hoped he'd do that.

//

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