#but thank you for this beautiful ask anon i will cherish it forever

[scenesniper]

Howdy howdy!!

Could I request some NSFW Ganji Gupta hcs? No pressure, I’m new to this blog so just ignore if you aren’t comfortable with writing it or smth!

☆ ganji gupta ; general nsfw headcanons

pairing / ganji gupta x afab gn! reader

disclaimer / established relationship, dry humping

word count / 882 words

author's note / no worries anon! this ask doesn't make me uncomfortable at all, i love ganji a lot and have been meaning to write about him so thank you for this request and i hope you enjoy my blog!

☆ ganji is not sexually experienced whatsoever. in fact, he never had the occasion to really indulge in his sexual needs, only if necessary for his body. he’s sincere but also, intimidated by the thought of ever having sex with anyone.

☆ you will have to be far in a committed, established relationship with ganji before he wants to go deeper than the surface. he sees sex as sacred, only wanting to make love to the person he knows for certain that he’ll want to spend the rest of his life with.

☆ sex with ganji is very slow paced and deeply intimate, wanting to cherish each second and memory with you. his eyes, usually always on you, are turning away out of embarrassment from the situation. he’s not used to it and having you see him naked, he doesn’t know how to act. however, seeing you whole, he can’t take your eyes off of you. he wants to remember this sight forever.

☆ he will give you soft, loving kisses that will linger every now and then. almost peppering. “you’re beautiful.” he’ll look at you, then leaning in to kiss your forehead. those shy kisses will turn into kisses of want and pure need. he’s completely drunk on your lips, biting the inside of your mouth which will cause it to be swollen for days.

☆ he’ll part lips, a string of saliva leaving in its’ wake. evidence of his work and you, all so breathless. if you ever try to part away first, he’ll comply but when he’s so drunk by your taste, he’ll (gently and) firmly grab the back of your head and push his lips deeper in yours.

☆ he loves having sex in a dark setting and is very gentle the entire time, always making sure that you’re comfortable and happy with this arrangement. he’s not a very talkative person in general and in bed, he’s not verbal much. he’s much bigger on actions than words but having you be verbal for him, he loves all of the sounds you make for him. he finds it absolutely adorable from you to be so happy by him.

☆ he doesn’t make much sounds, only the occasional grunt and deep breaths that hitches his voice. when the lights are turned on and his expression is exposed to you, you can see him biting his lip, practically drawing blood on it and his face contorted with the struggle of pleasure.

☆ ganji’s hand placement is to die for, no matter what, his hands are always on your body. he loves you taking him in and cupping your face with his hands, wiping any stray tear from you. and whether its’ his hand pressing onto your womb, your abdomen, waist, or spine, the way he grazes on your skin adoringly is electrifying. “you’re so beautiful, love..”

☆ ganji’s is much bigger than average, a whopping 7 and 8 inches with his tip a pretty pink color. taking him in is no easy feat and he knows this, he will give you soft squeezes on your body, affirming how good you’re taking his cock. “look love, you’re doing so good..” as he presses his dick deep in your womb. “see baby..” as he leans down, kissing your forehead.

☆ he loves to mark you in places where he knows others can’t ever see and loves you marking his neck. it’s one of his guilty pleasures, knowing that he’ll ever have the pleasure of having to see you in all of the markings he personally did for you. and although he’s not the biggest fan of hickies on his neck, he loves the tingling and burning feeling of you marking him and that is something he can never deny as he’s often seen with a hellhole of brandings made by you.

☆ he loves dry humping. his dick will be practically protruding out the fabric of his pants and precum practically staining it but he doesn’t care, he’s only interested in grinding himself to your clothed panties. he loves the feeling of his cock being restricted and wanting to be in you, he’ll eventually won’t be able to take it anymore and cum in his pants and then hurriedly unbuckling his belt to do the real thing.

☆ balls deep in you and all sweaty, moments like these makes him feel so overwhelmed with feeling. he’ll confess randomly the entire time with you, bringing your hand up to his face and kissing it. “i love you so much, i’m so happy to be by your side. thank you for being in my life.” he’ll confess suddenly, hoping that you can feel how happy he is as well.

☆ aftercare with ganji would be him cleaning up and helping you clean up as well. he wishes to be held by you, with you petting his head and him clenching you back. he’ll talk to you about his past in india and how he so yearns to feel the ground of his country once more. his voice wavering a bit by the end of it. you know he’s homesick but he’ll fall asleep in your arms, finding comfort and familiarity of home from you. just having you is enough for him to keep on going.

[mourninglamby]

Everyone is entitled to their opinion of me, but to have things I care about deeply and discussed seriously be taken out of context or misinterpreted in such uncharitable ways isn't something I want to bear anymore.

I've always had a feeling some vague-posts ive seen are about me and it's personally maddening to know I'm right. I think it's definitely best I stay out of this fandom (moreso than i already try to) from now on. much love to the beautiful souls ive encountered in anons, in my messages, and anyone else who has ever said kind things to me about my art or analysis! all the wonderful asks I still have saved in my inbox are very precious to me and I will cherish them forever.

I'm so happy I was able to meet and discuss difficult topics with people who share my feelings, and who teach me new things i wouldn't have even considered before, so I will never regret the uplifting and eye opening conversations I've had on here. you are all more intelligent than you know and I am forever thankful for the feeling of solidarity you've shown me. I wish us nothing but healing - even those who have said some fucked up things about me. I know we're all hurting if we've stuck with dsmp this far. I don't think discourse is what any of us need.

If I've learned anything in 3 years of falling in and out of love with this story and reclaiming aspects of it with my friends in order to understand our own experiences, this is not a safe fandom for abuse survivors. I don't want to keep fooling myself into thinking it ever could be.

-xoxo, Mimi

[merakiui]

ei mera!

takes a flower out of my pocket

please more thoughts on ex husband- floyd

🌹

Why, thank you for this beautiful rose, my beloved anon!!! <3 I shall cherish it forever.

As for more ex-husband thoughts........ I thought about the idea in an omegaverse setting. >:D maybe at some point while you're shackled in the basement you inevitably go into heat and who better to help than your sweet alpha (ex)husband? You can resist all you want, but it's pointless when your instincts keep telling you to trust your alpha, to let him take care of you, to make you feel good.

Aaaaa maybe you're trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how good you're feeling, so you try to stifle your sounds even though it's quite obvious by the way your body naturally responds to him. At one point, your daughter calls downstairs, asking if Mama's okay. And you try to tell her you're fine, but it's impossible when Floyd's filling you deeper with every thrust. So he calls back in your place: "I'll be up in a sec. Don't you worry. I'm just helpin' her out cuz she doesn't feel well. Mama's okay."

And then he glances at you to admire your fucked out expression and he can't help the delirious grin that pulls his lips apart. Hehe maybe even speaking to you in a soft voice only you can hear,,, "Yeah, she's doin' juuust fine..." when he finally knots you!!!! orz

Legalities don't mean anything to Floyd. Legally, you might be divorced, but Floyd isn't going to count that. As far as he's concerned, you're still his and he's still yours. It will always be this way.

[blissfullyapillow]

Hi there!

Ummmm heh Im kinda shy with these asks so i remain anon. May I ask for If you write something?

Reader has this obsession of stealing Neuvillettes hair ribbon. Happens every time he needs to go do his job. It just brain rot of mine.

Thanks again and I simp over this man. He can judge me any day.

┃Stealing Neuvillette’s ribbon 

₊˚⊹♡ Neuvillette x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 380~

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: not proofread, fluff

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: Same anon, he can judge me any day

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₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

He adjusts the sleeve of his attire, looking himself over before he steps outside.

Something’s missing.

It isn’t evident at first, but with a twirl Neuvillette determines the missing object immediately.

His ribbon.

An endearing sigh leaves his lips as he turns around to make his way back to your shared bedroom.

This has become a routine between the two of you. Somehow, someway, you always steal the ribbon tying his hair right before he leaves to fulfill his duties.

At first your actions confused him, but it’s become an anticipated and cherished part of his morning routine.

Sometimes he’ll catch you in the act, so he’ll pretend to be distracted and not notice your obvious meddling. He often has to turn his back to you, lest you see the smile tugging on his lips that he fails to suppress.

“Dear, have you seen my—“ He pauses in the doorway of your room. His black ribbon is now tied gracefully on your hair, it’s gold ornamentation accentuating your naturally beautiful features.

His eyes widen a fraction as his eyes dart to the ground.

They’re inevitably drawn to you once more, and in that moment you finally turn around.

“Ah, there you are. You had me thinking I finally succeeded in stealing your ribbon.” You smile brightly as you make your way over to him, reaching towards his ribbon to remove it.

He quickly reaches out to stop you, his grip on your wrist gentle yet firm in it’s resolve.

Your face is colored with surprise.

“Neuvillette?” His face warms considerably at the sound of his name falling so sweetly from your lips.

“Leave it in for a moment longer. I want to admire how beautiful you are.” He chuckles when it’s your turn to be flustered.

You oblige, and he cherishes the following moments that feel as if it stretches on forever. Eventually he has to remove his bow to tie it to his own hair. Time is passing faster than he would like.

“I will see you upon my return. I.. I will miss you.” His final words fill you with a pleasant feeling, and his lips press against yours in a silent promise.

You watch him leave, a giddy smile lighting up your features.

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: Wardrobe Adventures

Thank you to Purple 💜 Anon for writing this for me! It's lovely to see Bora being embraced by everyone who has read the Grace Chu series. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

Giggles could be heard in the Kim-Chu household, said giggles belonging to an almost 4-year-old Kim Bora having fun with her father; Grace had been called to the studio, so Seokjin was on full dad mode.

The morning started early with some fresh fruit cut in tiny cubes and some milk with Bora's favourite cereal while watching the latest RunBTS that had been recently uploaded on the band's YouTube channel; 

By the afternoon after lunch, the father-daughter duo are in need of a shower due a small kitchen incident, in an attempt of baking a cake to surprise Grace, sugar, flour and eggs had gone all over their faces and hair while trying to mix them all with the hand blender; so while Seokjin was trying to be quick in the shower, a freshly bathed Bora sat in the walk in closet waiting for her father; curious hazel eyes going all over her mothers side of the closet while spotting the coolest pieces in it.

As Seokjin leaves the shower and gets dressed, taking a couple of minutes to admires his handsome face in the mirror, he notices the silence, startle with eyes popping out of his head, he quickly dashes to the walk in closet and he's greeted with the funniest sight of his daughter playing dress up. Bora has put on her mothers Louboutin boots, an Alexander McQueen sequin mini dress, a Dior handbag and sunglasses Jimin got Grace for her birthday the year before and a Louis Vuitton bucket hat.  

"Daddy/Appa look! Do I look like mummy/eomma!" Bora says between giggles

"Of course my Bora, and you know what? you look just as beautiful as your mummy/eomma" Seokjin replies; taking in how fast his daughter is growing and he should cherish this beautiful moment, he smiles and adds "My Bora, should I dress up too?" squeals coming from his little girl as she runs through the closet after discarding the boots -because they are too big to walk around- causing Seokjin to chuckle at the scene.

Dressing up her dad in a red cloak with Gucci hat and sunglasses, father and daughter laugh as they pose and soon there's an impromptu photoshoot and some polaroids are taken.’who knew dressing up in your wife clothes with your daughter could be this fun' thinks Seokjin.

A couple of hours later, tired of playing and messing with Grace's clothes, they put everything in its respective place and head to the kitchen to have dinner; and later, after brushing their teeth and changing into their PJ's, a sleepy Bora smiles at her father, happiness in her eyes after the amazing day she had with her dad, beautiful memories she'll cherish as she grows up.

It's almost 11pm when Grace arrives home -tired after a day in the studio, but eager to see her family- and greets her husband in the kitchen with a kiss and heads to see a sleeping Bora placing a kiss in her forehead.

"How was your day with our baby girl?" Grace asks as she enter the master bedroom to cuddle Seokjin who's now waiting for her in bed, he welcomes her with arms wide open, holding her tight to his chest.

"Ah! Jagiya! You have no idea how fun it was" Seokjin says while a wide smiles spreads across his face, and starts telling her about their day. Forever grateful for the memories in his heart.

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

How would they react to being given a flower?

And what species is their favorite?

- "A synonym for bird" Anon

A/N: I think you forgot to turn on anon, but that's okay!

RACEWAY AU REACTING TO BEING GIVEN A FLOWER

CAINE: Daylilies are his favorite. They come in many colors but the red and gold lilies match his tux. He's touched that anyone would give him anything. He'd be genuinely grateful and wear the flower proudly on his lapel.

POMNI: She doesn't remember what they're called, but she really likes those small blue flowers with yellow centers that grow in clusters. Sometimes they turn purple. (Forget-me-nots) But really, any floral gift would make her awkwardly grateful. Like, thanks, but...why?

RAGATHA: Roses! All the roses! But, give her a red rose and she will swoon. She will cherish it forever and she'd love to hug the giver, if she can cool her face down. She'd blush so hard, her face would be the same color as her hair.

JAX: No matter what he's given, he eats it. Thanks for the snack. (Dandelions are his favorite)

GANGLE: She LOVES hibiscus flowers, especially multicolored ones. They're just so beautiful. She's giddy and thanks the giver repeatedly. Almost to the point of being annoying.

ZOOBLE: Not really a flower person. No matter how impressive or symbolic...it's a plant. Cool. Thanks. They guess.

KINGER: Queen of the Night is his favorite. The rare and regal flowers are special to him because Queenie was as much a botany enjoyer as he is an insect lover. Every once in a while, he'll remember to ask Caine to make some for him to place in front of her door. Giving him one will make him silently cry.

GUMMIGOO: Snapdragons are cool, especially the purple ones. He'd be a bit flustered, thanking the giver awkwardly. He's only heard of people getting this kind of gift when it means something potentially romantic. May need some explaining if it's just a platonic gift. Either way, he keeps it in his room in a vase.

LOO: Give this woman any pink flower and she's ecstatic. Little flowers, big flowers, she doesn't care. The giver is getting a hug and a kiss and swung around, in that order. She'll keep it in her hair.

SETH: Night Rider lilies are especially poetic to give him. He'd be hesitant. He doesn't know how to handle people being nice to him. Will make some snide comment about the gifter being soft, but he'll take the flower anyway. If you look closely afterwards, it's inside his jacket.

ABEL: No matter what's presented to him, it's getting electrocuted.

[cloudcountry]

hii !! ^-^ i wanted to ask if you can write some hc's for riddle, azul, vil and malleus with plus size fem!s/o who is insecure about her weight🥲 ESPECIALLY WITH RIDDLE cuz he's so tiny i can't😭😭😭

SUMMARY: Riddle, Azul, Vil, & Malleus with a plus sized fem!s/o who is insecure about her weight.

WARNINGS: Body image issues.

COMMENTS: anon i think you and i connected telepathically or something because the day this request came in was the day i was like "man i should write something w floyd & a plus sized reader" bc he canonically thinks ursula is cute and i think thats so wholesome C:

Riddle wishes he was better with words, because maybe then he could describe how warm and lovely you feel to him. You’re beautiful, and his heart hurts every time you curl in on yourself and wish you were smaller. He wishes you didn’t punish yourself for taking up space.

When he has a bad day, he falls into you. He lets you hold him as he rests against you and your softness, shutting his eyes and breathing you in. There’s nothing more he wants than to be held in your arms forever.

Great Seven forbid if anyone were to comment on your weight at the table during an Unbirthday party. They would be collared before they could blink, and Riddle will give them the hardest work and make them grovel before he even considers taking the collar off. Nobody talks about the King’s Queen like that.

Azul cherishes you and all of your rolls and bumps. He kisses away your tears when you’ve stared at the mirror too long, wishing you were skinnier. He sees so much of himself in you that when you hurt, he’s hurting as well.

He’ll often tell you that there’s no reason to hate your body, that you’re just as lovely as a pearl and that just because you’re plus-sized does not mean you won’t accomplish great things. Look at the Great Sea Witch herself! She was so powerful and influential and beautiful. And my dear, you are too.

He’ll spoil you rotten, buying you clothes and jewelry and anything else you want. You should not be ashamed of who you are. You’re Azul’s precious angelfish, and he will not have anyone telling you or even implying that you aren’t gorgeous. Truly, he cannot spoil you enough.

Not only has Vil had enough of gender roles, but he’s had enough of perfection being exclusive to one body type. There’s no reason why people without the “hourglass” body type should be considered “unattractive.” It just doesn’t make sense.

And so he kisses you. Not just on the mouth, no. He kisses your jaw, he kisses the fat under your chin, he kisses your upper arms and he kisses your hips, he trails his kisses up and down your stretch marks and worships you because a beauty like you deserves to be worshiped.

His gaze is soft once the day is over and he’s taken off his makeup. He climbs into bed with you and holds you close like he can’t ever hold you close enough. Because Vil adores you, and you don’t need to be skinny to be worthy of love. You’re more than enough as you are.

Malleus adores you. It’s no secret to the population of NRC that he is completely and entirely yours. He doesn’t see the point in not loving someone because of their body type, so he doesn’t bat an eye until. Until he notices that you pay attention to the things he doesn’t.

He notices your stretch marks and he studies them. He notices that you seem uncomfortable and he asks why, because those markings on your skin are so beautiful and unique and can he touch them, Child of Man?

If you allow him to touch them, he’ll brush his fingers delicately over the skin, feeling the bumps and ridges and the give of your flesh, and he sighs because it feels so nice. He thanks you, smiling as he pulls away. He doesn’t understand how anyone could not like them...especially on someone as ethereal as you.

[randomfoggytiger]

The X-Files 30th Anniversary

Day 7: 30th Anniversary Extravaganza

Today, I'm thanking The X-Files community for bringing me across a wonderful show-- its amazing cast and writers and fans-- and inspiring me to get back on my own creative hobbyhorse.

My Thanks

Being a part of a collective who want to celebrate this show and others' creative endeavors with heartfelt good wishes has been exciting, fun... and humbling.

My special thanks to the many people who welcomed me with open arms and contribute to this space, even if it's "simply" (but it's never just anything, is it?) answering asks or reblogging or even liking a random post that passed from one blog to another.

There are too many to list, so I'll just chat about my most remembered moments:

@baronessblixen, for being so kind and encouraging that you drew me out of the anon shadows; for liking what I create; for giving me a logical mind to bounce my ideas off of in asks; and for inadvertently teaching me the joy of appreciating animal videos (and convincing me, along with Vavie, to watch Return to Me.)

@dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, for our cherished Duchovny talks; for your heart and your amazingly detailed dedication; for your artbook that I prize dearly; and for your warmth and good humor.

@suitablyaggrieved, for your spectacular and refreshing meta takes; for persevering in your creative works and this fandom; and for sharing the progress pics of your beautiful X-Files themed sweater.

@welsharcher, for being my mini Kermit-loving pool noodle~ (I love brightening your day as much as your messages brighten mine); for your gifs and posts that make my heart soar; and for our shared, priceless sense of humor.

@agent-troi, for being a solidly intelligent third party to the Pre-S1 Mulder Singleton Club; for your hilarious hashtags and great insights; and for your amazing fic output.

@mondfuchs/@annablume, for swapping XF fic recs in my early Tumblr days; and for making my year by drawing my little boopy-tongued tiger in Mulder's arms to celebrate our collective birthday (post here. Still makes me sappy thinking about it~.)

@amplifyme, for returning to Tumblr and giving me a chance to meet you; for sharing your excellent BATB series (in general and Nan Dibble in particular); and for sharing your thoughts as you slowly peel back the psyche of Vincent and the worlds Above and Below.

@demon-fetal-harvest, for being one of the first to die over my Scully Les Miserables amv (it's one of my favorites I love to rewatch; and I think of you every time I do); and for your hilarious reblogs and even more hilarious tags.

@xxsksxxx and @two-microscopes for being the first to reblog and like during a rough time. I'll cherish that moment forever~.

@medicaldoctordana, for being cool and creative and driven; and for hating the mainstream MBTI system as much as I do (and for your philosophy recs-- will get around to them someday.)

@ibringyouasong89, for being my fellow warrior in the trenches. We're new of acquaintance, but I think this will be a beauuuuuuuuuutiful friendship~. ;))))

@writingwell, @enigmaticdrblockhead, and @perpetually-weirdening, @spidey-is-tired, @cyb3rpeach, @scullys-scalpel, @frogsmulder, @teenie-xf, @dreamingofscully, @freckleslikestars, @cecilysass, @slippinmickeys, @gabby-msr, @thatfragilecapricorn30, @television-overload, @pianogirlxf @mollybecameanengineer, and @settle-down-frohike for being mutually supportive and welcoming. The world is both large and small; and I'm glad my path was able to intersect with yours.

And thank you to the silent-but-always-theres who take the time to drop in and give my posts the time of day~: @samucabd, @sonictacocat, @kiivitaja, @freckleslikestars, @nimlurks, @redteekal, @mindibindi, @marinas5099, @chavisory, @sizzlingempathspybat, @enigmaticxbee, @inflappible, @metamayou, @invidiosa, @txcb1013, @dytttt, @borogirl, @agentbluefox, @agentwhalesong, and ALL OF YOU. I can't tag anymore because Tumblr is tapping me out; but I include you-- yes, you-- in this as well.

My Projects

While The X-Files turned 30, my fandom experience turned (a little over) a year old! Wow, time does fly when you're... speed typing out multiple essays worth of fic rec lists, meta analyses, and personality typing posts (or even wrangling a video editor, compressor, and uncooperative Tumblr site to upload an amv.)

My full list of accomplishments can be found here; but these are a few highlights that were standouts to me personally:

My First Fic

randomfoggytiger’s Son of Egypt (Prince of Egypt twist on television-overload's what if: Samantha adopted and raised William.)

Fic Rec Lists

Meet the Mulders

Creepy and Cozy Cabins  

Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing 

Car Wrekt 

S9 Mulder Stays or Returns While the Mytharc Barrels On

Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part I) 

Poll Results Fic: 1st Place- Scully Injured but In-Charge

Poll Results Fic: 2nd Place- Cleaning Out the Vineyard House

Poll Results Fic: 3rd Place-- Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

The Field Where I Fix-It Fic-ed

Analysis Posts

Arcadia Analysis: Scully Was Enjoying Herself Immensely 

Never Again: An Intensive Essay (and its paired twin: Never Again and Fear)

One Son: An Intense, One-Shot Analysis of “You’re Making This Personal”  

The Mulder Family In-Depth (Part VI): Talitha Cumi and Tena's Lies

S5 Is a Pretty Dark Time for Mulder

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VII): Mulder, Maggie, Melissa, and the Snake

Mulder Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn? 

Scully Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?

Mulder and Dreams

Milagro In-Depth (Part II): Loneliness Is a Choice and Lamps Go Dark

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth: Full Analysis

Scully Is the Conduit Conductor and Mulder Is the Dancer

How Scully Taught Mulder to Hug

Mulder and Dreams

CSM Inflicted Insanity On the Syndicate

Fire and False Romance, Ice and Love

All IVF Roads Lead Away from The Unnatural and to Millennium 

Jungian Personality Typing Posts

{{Extraction: Proving Mulder Is an INTP, Not an INFJ/INFP}} 

SCULLY, The Enigmatic ISTJ

XF Fanvids/AMVs

Les Miserables AMV: Scully's Solo

The Muppets AMV: Drivin’ Right Along

Fiddler on the Roof AMV: Mulder and Samantha

Bonus Content (Fandom Adjacent)--

React: "Return to Me" from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs

Personality Typing: Return to Me

HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY, XF!

And cheers to all~!

Enjoy!

[kenny-the-ken]

Upstairs, Downstairs

This was based on an anon request! Thank you so much!! Aged up! Kenny is 18, reader is 18! Sexual themes, strong language!

The Kingdom worshiped their princess, and anyone who was lucky enough to work in her palace would receive the upmost respect from her fellow subjects.

You had just been lucky enough to be Princess Kenny's lady in waiting, you would be her personal assistant, one of the highest honours to be places on a female servant, especially since you were so young.

Princess Kenny had asked for you specifically, and you were starstuck that your Princess wanted you to dote on her.

It was your first day, you had just ran the Princess her bath, and had prepared tea and coffee for her awakening. You let yourself into her bedroom, opening the curtains and turning to look at her beautiful eyes begin to flicker open and shut. "Princess, we have a clear schedule for today, may I suggest a walk through the beautiful gardens as the weather is perfect this morning." You spoke, your head bowed. "I have also drawn the Princess a bath, if you wish help to undress?" You asked, a small blush painting your cheeks. This was your job, you weren't supposed to be flustered, but you couldn't help it, she truly was beautiful.

"I'll gladly accept any help you're offering, y/n." She said, rising from her silk sheets, as she stood before you.

You quickly got to work, taking her golden hair out of the two plaits they were in, you began to unbutton the back of her nightgown before he stopped you, turning to take your hands within hers, which were surprisingly a bit bigger than yours. She was taller than you were expecting and she spoke softly.

"I have something that I must confess to you at once!" She spoke with haste, a blush slowly appearing.

"You see, I am a Princess, well, more of a Prince actually. My father thought that during the time of our cities being at war, that a female force would be have a stronger advantage. Females are more sought after by other men, and it gives them great pleasure to protect a damsel in distress." She continued, your eyes wide. "But you see, the war has ended, Winter has been and gone, and as I am now of age, I seek to marry, not a man, but a fair maiden, why do you think I picked you specially?" The Princess spoke, her nightgown dropping to the floor, her skin pale in the sunlight that was pouring through the open window, seeing her completely flat chest and toned stomach told you she was telling you the truth, and to you, she still looked as ethereal as ever.

"My true name, is Prince Kenny McCormick." He said, pulling the blonde wig from atop his head and smiling at you softly, taking your hands in his once more.

"Do you like what you see, Miss y/n?" The Prince teased, a small smirk playing on his lips as he brought you closer to him, the gap between you both just mere inches, you could feel his hot breath on your cold skin.

"Of course I like what I see, Prince." You replied, a gentle blush dusting across your cheeks as he bowed, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

"I chose you for your beauty, I had also heard great things about your intelligence, I believe that together this Kingdom could flourish. You would be the Princess, I would be the Prince, and one day we shall rule this land together, as King and Queen, if you'll only take my hand for eternity and allow me to make you mine?" Kenny asked, his words not faltering once, he was cocky, handsome and everything a girl could dream of, and he knew it. You simply nodded your head, a small smile on your face and he slowly embraced you, your head pressed flush with his chest, you could hear his heart beat, you couldn't believe that this would be your life forever.

"We must keep you protected, we still have enemies out there, I promise I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are protected, I promise to cherish you everyday as if it is our last." Kenny's words made your heart skip a beat, going from a poor peasant to a Princess was an unimaginable thought, something that would only happen in a fairytale, and this was yours.

"You must keep your hands to yourself till our wedding night, Prince." You replied, his hand tracing your jaw, before tilting your face up to look at his, his hand now under your chin, his thumb tracing your lips.

"What they don't know won't hurt them, Princess." He cooed, before placing a soft yet passionate kiss upon your untouched lips, you had never been kissed in this way before, being told that it was sinful, something that must only be for husband and wife, you felt like you should be guilty, but Kenny's arm wrapped around your waist, his hand squeezing your ass, his lips moving in sync with yours as he nipped at your bottom lip and began exploring your mouth with his tongue made you completely forget about what a sin was, for your mind was flooded with nothing but him, his soft skin and calloused hands, his lips and his breath that was tainted by nicotine as you two became each others worlds.

Pausing to take a breath that you didn't know you needed you both panted, faces flushed and enough sexual tension that a knife could cut through it, he whispered in your ear,

"You said you had drawn me a bath, so why waste water bathing alone when you can join me?" You felt dizzy, and you swore this was nothing but a perverted dream, but it wasn't, this was real, and as he lead you to the bathroom, you couldn't believe that this was your life, a Princess!! Princess y/n!!!

Hey guys, I'm so so sorry that this took me so long to do, I'm really not happy with it so I will definitely write another Princess Kenny fic in the near future. My toddler was crazy today, so my mind wasn't in the correct place, but I wanted to at least get something out for you all to enjoy!! Have a nice night guys!!

[weirdkpopgirl]

Food is Love | Dream Headcanon #10

Headcanon: Food is Love ♡

Genre: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Warnings: Mentions of food?

Word Count: 2736k

Author's Note: Honestly, I feel like it's been forever since I wrote a headcanon for the Dreamies. And this specific scenario was on my works-in-progress list for weeks! My friend did help me come up with something for Chenle and Jisung, so I really have to thank her for getting me to finish this tonight. It feels nice to write something fluffy after posting a bunch of angsty stuff. An anon did send in a request about something for Haechan, and I am working on it!

Also, I don't think anyone cares. But I did see NCT Dream last week at their TDS2 concert. My bank account may be crying, but it was so worth seeing seven boys I've come to cherish so much. To me, they're more than just handsome K-pop idols. The Dreamies put a smile on my face daily, and I'm forever grateful. I really hope to see them again someday.

Anyway, I apologize for another long author's note. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

This has probably been mentioned before, but Mark would be quite the attentive boyfriend. He recalled the other day the two of you were ordering food together late at night. You said something about craving a cheeseburger, but all the American food places were closed. So on your next at-home date, Mark decided he would make you the best burger ever.

Here’s the thing, Mark and cooking did not mix too well. You walked into the kitchen with a questioning look for the man. 

“Mark, dear—what are you doing?” You asked, slightly puzzled.  Ingredients were scattered across the counter, and the paper with the recipe he was using already had a stain.

His lips formed a small pout. “I know you didn’t get to have a burger the last time we hung out. So I thought I could try making one.”

You tried not to laugh at your clueless boyfriend. But you were thankful for how thoughtful he was. As he rambled on, you leaned over the counter to take a peek at the recipe.

“Oh, this doesn’t seem that hard. Let’s do it together,” You suggested, walking around to wash your hands.

Even though you meant for this to be a teamwork thing, Mark just took a step back and let you take over the kitchen. You seemed to know what you were doing, a lot more than he did. He ended up helping with the smaller things like washing the lettuce and slicing the tomatoes.

In the next hour, you and Mark were happily eating the beautiful burgers you made.

“Good job Mark!” You approved, after taking a bite. “We should do this again sometime.”

Mark shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, but you did like 95% of the work, (Y/n).”

His words caused you to blush and mumble a sorry. Then he’d smile and reassure you with a pat on the head. Even though things didn’t go as planned, Mark was still happy to spend some quality time with you.

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RENJUN

He was awakened by the morning sunshine peeking through the window shades in your bedroom. A sleepy yawn left the boy’s mouth as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. When his arms reached out to stretch, Renjun noticed the left side of the bed was empty. Your absence compelled him to groggily get up to start the day.

After quickly washing up, Renjun left the room in search of his other half. Though he was at the far end of the hallway, he was still able to take in the glorious smell of something delicious.

He spotted you in the kitchen standing behind the counter with a blue plaid apron on, and your hair tied up. A smile crept on his lips, listening to you softly sing his group’s song, Sorry Heart while you poured some water into a glass.

You nearly jumped out of your spine when you heard another voice join in. Panic immediately filled your eyes.

“Huang Renjun, you’re not supposed to be up yet!”

Your boyfriend chuckled and walked over to back hug you. “Good morning to you too?”

“No no no. I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” You sulked. This was the first time he’s stayed the night at your place, and you wanted to surprise him.

Renjun peered over your shoulder, to see the neatly arranged dishes set up on a wooden tray. 

“Is that doenjang-jjigae?” He asked, pointing to the stone bowl containing murky brown broth. Standing behind you, he realized that the soup was what he had been smelling, along with the freshly cooked purple rice.

You nodded. “And just some banchan to go with it. I also prepared some iced lemon water, since I know you like it.”

He almost wanted to cry, thinking about how much you care to put into all this. And for him? Renjun’s heart swelled with so much adoration and endearment. He turned you around so he could press his lips to your forehead.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

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JENO

Due to his work schedule, Jeno and you didn’t get to see each other often. But whenever he had that rare day off, he’d typically spend it with you. So he was at your apartment one day, playing with your kitten in the living room. While you were somewhere else doing who knows what. So Jeno was a little upset that you weren’t paying him attention.

Tired of waiting, Jeno placed your pet in her bed and got up to look for you.

“Jagiyaaa!” He began to whine. But then he stopped when he found you in the kitchen. He caught you while setting up your small wooden dining table, full of steaming food. You had made seolleongtang, beef bone soup, and served it with kimchi on the side.

You couldn’t help but smile at your sulky boyfriend. After placing down two bowls of rice, you walked over to hug him.

“Sorry for leaving you alone. I just wanted to make lunch for you,” You murmured.

Instantly, Jeno blushed in embarrassment as you ushered him to sit down. He didn’t expect you to be doing this sort of thing for him. You even prepared his favorite side dishes!

You watched the boy devour his food with a beaming smile. Jeno didn’t think he'd ever seen you look so overjoyed before.

“You’re like a mother watching her child.” Jeno pointed out.

The smile on your lips grew, as you used your chopsticks to place a piece of meat on top of his rice. 

“I can’t help it! Seeing you eat so well makes me happy.”

Your boyfriend laughed and shook his head. “You’re something else, (Y/n).”

Though he was teasing, Jeno was very appreciative of your sweet gesture. In the back of his mind, he was already planning to cook something for you next time.

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HAECHAN

The two of you only began to date a few months ago. But the moment Haechan saw you, he was already whipped. Not a week went by without his members hearing the singer gushing about your cute habits or the sweet texts you sent twice a week to check up on him. 

Recently he’s learned that you liked to cook, and he would not stop bugging you about it! He was practically dying to try your food. So one day you rushed back home after your morning class to make lunch for him. When you finished making Haechan’s bento, you had a lot of leftover ingredients. So you were able to make six other bento boxes for his members.

The way the boy’s eyes enlarged when he saw you enter the practice room carrying a bag. He had seen your text about coming to visit him but didn’t expect you to bring anything. The Dreamies greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to have a break after hours of dance rehearsal.

“You said you wanted to try my cooking right?” You smiled, placing the bag down on a table before turning to his friends. “I have lunch for you guys too!”

That was how the eight of you sat at the center of the floor in a circle, munching away. The meals you made were pretty simple. Just some bulgogi with rice and vegetables. The night before you had prepared a bunch of side dishes for today.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook (Y/n)! Thank you.” Mark’s compliment caused you to blush at the sudden attention. Of course, Haechan took their leader’s praise as an opportunity to brag about you.

“My (Y/n) is the most amazing girlfriend, right guys?” He boasted. “She’s adorable, kind, takes time out of her day to take care of me—”

You shyly nudged the male. “Hyuck, don’t exaggerate.”

“And she’s humble too!” Haechan added.

Jisung shook his head from across the room. “Ugh, you two are insufferable.”

“On a serious note, you better be careful Lee Haechan,” Jaemin warned, flashing a flirtatious smile. “If (Y/n) keeps bringing us home-cooked food, I might just steal her from you.”

Haechan sent a scowl that Jaemin was not fazed by. 

“Don’t try to fool yourself, Na Jaeman,” He sneered, wrapping an arm around you. “(Y/n) is mine, and she loves me very much.”

The amused smile on Jaemin’s face contorted into a look of annoyance. “Yah, I told you not to stop calling me Jaeman!”

You shook your head as the other members joined in on the bickering. Shame on you for presuming that eating with 7Dream would be peaceful.

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JAEMIN

For someone who thought of herself as a slightly below-average person, you didn’t know you’d have much luck with love. And somehow, you ended up catching the attention of Na Jaemin. He was probably the most caring man you’ve ever encountered. His love was never-ending, and he never held back on giving you affection.

About a month into dating, you were determined to do something for Jaemin. After all, relationships should be 50/50. Expressing your emotions outwardly was not your strong suit. So you spent a sleepless night, thinking of what you could do to show Jaemin your feelings.

Jaemin was coming back to his dorm after a recording session for an upcoming album. Though he didn’t like to admit it, today’s schedule had been a tiring one. All he wanted to do was shower and go to bed. But when he noticed your gray slip-on shoes neatly placed near the doorway, the previous exhaustion he was feeling moved to the back of his mind.

As he padded across the room, a pleasantly familiar aroma filled his nose. His eyes enlarged when he found you standing in the dining area. In front of you was a neatly set table, with two stone bowls full of soup, and a heaping plate of meat at the center surrounded by several side dishes.

Then there was you wearing a nervous smile. “I know you must be tired. But you shouldn’t go to bed on an empty stomach. And I made cheonggukjang and jeyuk bokkeum since they’re your favorite foods.” 

While you rambled, Jaemin thought his heart would explode from how fast it was beating. He sat down without saying anything, which you slowly followed. You held your breath when he picked up the spoon to try the stew.

“I know it’s not as good as your mom’s but…” Your voice trailed off. You remembered Jaemin raving about his mother’s cooking. Obviously, you couldn’t compete with her. But you were hopeful that Jaemin would still appreciate your efforts.

You watched as he took the first bite, but were unable to read his expression. A million worries flooded your head. Did he hate it? Had you seriously screwed up? What if--

“Marry me.” His deep voice put a pause to your thoughts.

It took a few seconds to process what he just said. But oh man, once you did… Instantly, you were blushing profusely and covering your face. 

“Jaemin, you can’t just say stuff like that!” You mumbled. 

Jaemin smiled at you being all flustered. He had to hold back the urge to jump across the table and give you a thousand kisses.

While eating, he listened to you cutely explain how he always took care of you and was determined to show you cared too. After you were done, he’d reach across the table to take your hand and press his lips to the back of it softly.

 “Jagiya, I seriously have the sweetest girlfriend. Thank you.”

Usually, Jaemin was the one cooking for people, especially his members. The fact that you went out of your way to make him a home-cooked meal was so touching to him. When he told you to marry him, he was half-joking. You might not have been dating for long, but Jaemin was already planning his future with you. And this kind gesture of yours just sealed the deal. The simplest actions were what made him fall for you all over again.

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CHENLE

He was just laying on the couch, watching 7illin’ in the Dream on his phone with Daegal  laying between his legs. Eventually, he got bored of watching himself bicker with his members over foot volleyball. Then he would casually walk into the kitchen while you were prepping some food.

The boy watched as you used a pair of tongs to neatly place some beef chow mein on two plates.

“This was my grandmother’s recipe. I wanted to try making it for us,” You explained, 

Chenle met your grandma before and he had her cooking too. But making Chinese food for him was something you’ve wanted to do since you started dating. So decided to just stick with something you were already familiar with.

You didn’t even need to look up to see the teasing in Chenle’s smile. “You think you can make it better than your grandma?” He challenged.

In response, you merely shrugged and handed him a pair of wooden chopsticks. “Maybe. Try it and tell me.”

Secretly you hoped your boyfriend didn’t notice how nervous you were as he used the utensil to slurp up some noodles. Chenle felt like something exploded in his brain because your food was unexpectedly delicious. Eating this dish brought back memories of when his mom cooked for him.

“What do you think?” You waited for his reaction expectantly.

Despite how much nostalgia Chenle was feeling right now, he wasn’t quite ready to admit your cooking exceeded his expectations.

“It’s alright,” He said. You raised an eyebrow at the boy as he began to dig further into the meal before him. 

“Only alright, huh?”

“It’s because I’m hungry.”

You held back from laughing, clearly not convinced by Chenle’s excuse. 

“Well if my food is just alright, I guess you don’t want to eat it. I’ll feed the rest to Daegal.” You faked a pout and began to pull the food away from him.

Chenle quickly tried to counter his prior words. “Yah, you can’t take away something you offered me first!”

You chuckled and shook your head before telling him to at least eat at the dining table. Later that night, the two of you were laying in his bed. 

“So…when are you going to cook for me again?” He asked out of the blue, sounding all innocent. 

You turned your head to face him. “You really think my cooking is good then?”

“Okay, okay I admit.” Chenle playfully rolled his eyes and pulled you into his arms. “So will you make something tomorrow? You said you know how to make kimchi fried rice too, right?”

Internally, your stomach was doing little flips because of how pleased you were that Chenle approved of your cooking. But you played it off, pretending to give in reluctantly.

“Okay, I guess so.”

“Yes, let’s go man!!!” He shouted in English.

You cursed at him with your eyes for being so loud when you were trying to fall asleep. Chenle laughed in embarrassment and hugged you tighter so you couldn’t escape his embrace. Strangely, the boy’s teasing only made you fall for him more. You guessed it was part of his charm.

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JISUNG

So Jisung was playing games on his PC when a sweet aroma encompassed him. Acting like a stray puppy, the young dancer followed the smell down the hallway. He waddled into the living room, where you were sitting at the dining table. In front of you was a fish-shaped cake pan, and beside it was a heaping plate of freshly made treats.

Jisung gasped and covered his mouth. “Wah, you made bunggeo-bang?”

“Yeah, it’s your favorite right?” You hummed. “I ordered the pan a while ago, and it finally came yesterday.”

Your boyfriend stared in awe as you picked up a piece for him to try. After the first bite, Jisung’s taste buds exploded.

“Oh, mashiso!” He pouted slightly, out of gratitude. 

Staring into your eyes sparkling with joy, made Jisung wonder where and how he got this beautiful thing from. You giggled at his reaction when the male squeezed you into a hug.

“I really love you.”  Usually saying those words were scary for him. But with you, it just felt so right.

You grinned and patted his back. “I really love you too, Jisung.”

And then the two of you went on to feeding each other bunggeo-bang and sharing a lovely moment.

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[lotusmi]

hi guys, it’s angel i have deactivated my account as i’ve made the decision to leave this platform & the loa community as a whole after talking to my parents about all the threats, harassment, and disgusting asks i’ve gotten consistently since i started my blog. i honestly don’t even know what i’ve even done to that anon. it’s honestly bitter sweet because i have met so many amazing individuals in this community, but the weirdo’s just ruin it for everyone. i would like to tell everyone that, there is hope in the world. i know so many of you guys are struggling, but keep faith in the law. i’ve made a beautiful life for myself and am living the life i’ve always desired WITHOUT THE VOID. i remember when i joined this community i was spiraling and going through the void obsession and now i’m honestly so happy in life, i am about to go to my dream university, i have the best sp, i look the way i’ve wanted to, and i’m loved by everyone around me. if i can do it, so can you. i’ll always be rooting for everyone forever & always! and lotus, thank you so much baby, for always being there for me and posting this for me. you are the best blogger friend anyone can have. i love you, and i appreciate you more than anything in this world. i always think of you eating in n out, because one day we’ll eat those damn burgers together!!! anyways as much as i regret coming on loa tumblr i’ll always cherish the kind & genuine people that have been absolutely nothing but sweethearts. to my sweet anon’s thank you, thank you, thank you for even interacting with my blog. if you’ve read to the very end thank you, i’ll be living my life now <3

Hi Angel, I am so sorry that you had to deal to all of this to the point you had to involve your family. I hope you are save, you don't deserve any hate. I know you tried your best to help everyone, I am so sorry that you had to leave all of this because of how mean some anons can be. I know you are a strong girl and will be alright, so please be safe and take care. You know always how to contact me, and yes we will eat that fries soon!!!!!!!!! <3 ily

[halichor]

im sorry about that anon they are really weird with saying that, why does your are have to be super popular with extremely attached fans so you can sell it? you did not say you are going to quit life and everything else and live off selling prints? like so what if you put it up because someone requested it and it sells 5 or ten copies or whatever so what? thats still 5 real people who have your art who love it and cherish it.... the capitalism demon got to that anon i fear...please do not feel discouraged by them not everything has to be up to commercial standards to be considered normal i know for a fact if 5 people complimented me on my art to my face and asked for copies i would be the happiest bitch alive and ride that forever! a fanbase of 5000 is not needed for a simple act as this, anyhow your art is beautiful and extremely inspiring please do not feel discouraged!!

thank you anon, I really appreciate it!! 🥹💖 I wasn't exactly discouraged from what they sent, just a bit confused? I don't see why they had to go all their way to send me that, but okay I guess.

and yes!! I don't think I'm really cut out for selling anything at the moment, but I really do appreciate it when people tell me they'd want to see my art on physical media. and let's say you do have a massive fan base, you can't really expect to have massive sales/profit all the time either, especially if you're just starting out.

[mooseonahunt]

Hello >.< you are one of my favourite accounts ever. I followed you for your amazing dbh art and you've gotten me fully into resident evil now, I love it. You're extremely talented and your art is so beautiful, definitely one of my favourite styles. You're also super funny and make me laugh. I love seeing you post

I’m so sorry about the Resident Evil thing /hj

Seriously though, thank you, anon. I’ll cherish this ask forever– especially when the impostor syndrome hits ;<; Your kindness is much appreciated. Hope you have a lovely day <3

[onlyjaeyun]

zadie i don't have the words to explain how grateful i am for you. cold hearts was one constant in my life recently that was there beside me and that i could always come back to amidst the chaos of my life. but i don't want to make this about me, you shared your beautiful talent with all of us and gave us a story to remember and characters to cherish forever. and for free, nonetheless. thank you for all of your dedication and i'm sorry for all of the sleepless nights and unfriendly anons and writer's blocks and hardships. you deserve the world. if i could give you even a fraction of the happiness your smau brought me, i would be so so thankful. i wish this ask can convey at least a little bit of that. you're so absolutely kind and hard-working. i'm looking forward to re-reading ch again over and over until i get sick of it (which will never happen because the epilogue opened up the floodgates to a million and a half adventures that the group will go on together with each other and with hana and with all of the couples and friends). it truly felt like i had a friend with me when i felt most alone. i want you to know that you are so so appreciated as a person and as a writer and as an engene. you're wonderful.

danke für alles 🤍🤍🤍

oh baby, this asks conveys everything you've wanted to say and so much more. thank you SO much baby. the amount of love and support but also appreciation and gratitude i've been receiving is just so overwhelming and amazing, i cwnt even find the right words anymore to show just how much i appreciate you all. thank you for everything baby, thank you for always havinc my back and for being so sweet and genuine, for supporting me and my passion and caring so much about me as an individual. i love you so, so much 🤍💫

[pepprs]

dont worry abt responding to my messages!! they can be little trinkets for u to keep forever if u wanna :)))

dear anon… how could i not respond to THESE!!!!!!!!!! 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 you are the sweetest kindest most WONDERFUL soul. it is an honor to receive these beautiful letters and i hope you know how much i cherish each and every one. not just the words but the adventures you take me on and write up for the two of us!!! and the beauty and magic you help me to see in the world around me and the peace and love and love and love you conjure for me in moments when i cant find it or feel it so easy!!!! like idk i know i have no idea who you are outside of being dear anon and i only answer asks once in a blue moon but it truly means the world to me. TRULY.

your writing feels like all the best things, all the things i love most. like leaf piles in the fall and the pikmin bloom soundtrack (btw if you dont play that already i HIGHLY recommend it to you specifically, i think u would really like it and tbh you sending me these letters has the same vibe as my pikmin bringing me postcards from their adventures :"~DDDD!!! if you ever do join it please lmk i would LOVE to be friends and send you postcards and do adventures together!!!!) and frosting on cupcakes and twinkly dust motes in the sunlight and cumulus clouds and dogwood flowers and the way things made of glass refract rainbows and SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT. and even that isnt cutting it. how magical it all is. like i wish i wasnt so exhausted so i could express it better but it truly is so... idk. NOSTALGIC! COZY! HOME!!!!!

so... in order to try to articulate it (and also show my thanks / return the favor / etc.), i am sending this letter along with a care package knitted with word and song and magic and light. enclosed please find:

wind chimes that sing like the sun hitting the lake (also i REALLY want to get a butterfly hair clip!!! i cant wear hair clips or anything else fancy in my hair bc of my mask headbands but id love to have one in case im ever able to wear it in the future 🥹)

a heart-shaped pebble from brighton, to add to your collection (btw i LOVE the part about how you lost them a long time ago but you love them so you remember what they look like. WAUGH. gut punch GUT PUNCH IN THE BEST WAY!!!!)

a mug for hot chocolate, so we can share some together when it gets cold again -- decorated with hand-painted stars in all colors!

a tiny needle to knit your sundust satchels -- like the kind youd find in pixie hollow or the tale of desperaux or something (also both things that have dear anon vibes to me and are also DEEPLY nostalgic for me!)

a recipe for starfait, with illustrations!! (also i LOVE that idea for a replacement for "tesscore"!! but i may end up using that for my personal tag on my undertale / deltarune blog instead bc its so perfect (and also im HONORED that u associate that with me 😭😭😭😭))

a crown and wand for you to wear to match the fairy queen mouse while you write the same kind of magic and comfort she brings!

a packet of magical flower seeds that sprout the most whimsical sweet-smelling flowers, with petals that are soft to the touch!

a hand-woven scarf in your favorite color threaded with shiny silver strands, like comets streaming through the sky (also i am SO late to say this but UNO REVERSE CARD re: your new years wish to me which is genuinely making me lumpthroated and teary eyed reading it again in AUGUST. you are the sweetest EVER. and also ive never played journey before but ive been interested in it for years!!! i'll have to check it out and/or watch a playthrough!)

a hummingbird sculpture on a long stick for you to plant in your garden among the flowers, to sing to them and to you! (also RE: your question about your vocal range -- it just means that you can cover a little over two octaves (the number after the letter is the octave it's in, and each octave is a span of c-d-e-f-g-a-b-c -- so your range starts at about halfway through the third octave and goes to halfway through the fifth!) i think your range is about the same as mine iirc so we can hum along with the hummingbird and all three follow each other's notes :"~D <3)

a golden acorn on a thread for you to wear as a necklace when we go to the bird tea party! (by the way, have you ever read the book ""until the last acorn "when the last acorn is found?" it's a BEAUTIFUL book and it made me cry reading it! i think you and the acorn people would get along very, very well!!)

a lantern made of jelly moonlight and silver foil stars (see: ilomilo chapter 4 :"~D) for you to carry on your walks through the dim nights (you can hang the stars in the sky, and they'll brighten the world and light at your touch!)

a copy of one of my favorite books of all time, "the ten thousand doors of january," which is so much about wedging cracks open into other worlds, and something i think you might like very much / resonate with too!!

a big, big hug.

dear anon: THANK YOU. for all these words and for being you. i dont know how i got so lucky to have you sending me these little trinkets but i will most CERTAINLY keep them forever. i hope you experience all the peace and love and love and love to infinity. may you always know and shine with the light you bring and the light you are.

[smoosnoom]

i wish i was brave enough to actually message you and tell you all the things i want, but i am much too anxious for that :( nevertheless, please allow me to sing your praises because everything i've read from you is nothing short of spectacular!

the way you weave words together, the way you paint beautiful pictures with your descriptions, and the depth of the emotions you showcase in each of your works (as simple or complex as it is) is outstanding. i hope you are aware of how much joy you've spread to every reader who's been lucky to stumble across your work.

please don't let people try to dictate who you are. what happened last month was egregious and it breaks my heart that you had to go through that. may those silly geese bother you no more, and may you continue to succeed in your endeavours in this following year.

be proud of the beauty you've brought into this fandom. we're all lucky to have you around~

sincerely, a friend-shaped krampus 🧸

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(p.d. i adore your layout. makes me happy whenever i click on your account~)

i get nervous even from asking anonymous asks bc i double check like . a bajillion times making sure im actually anon 😭 its OK i completely get it !!!!!

nonetheless How dare u almost bring me to tears while im literally out and about in public . are u trying to destroy me bc it is working it is absolutely working . im so so so honored anyone liked my writing enough to be so kind to me about it, i think the way u spoke abt my writing deserves its own praise because u made it sound so nice, i rly cant express how much this means to me ohhjhh my god

this means literally . the world to me im so happy u enjoyed any of my work, ill be cherishing this ask forever and ever 🫡 thank u so so much, i hope my writing continues to meet ur expectations :]

love,

a melty mess moon smoosnoom 🫂