#ch: sugar

[gaysftw]

Sugar, stepping up onto a chair: The floor is hating Veronica

Jordan: *leaps into Aiden’s arms*

Aiden: *steps onto the table holding Jordan*

Emily: *lounges in a chair with his legs on the table*

Boris: *hops into a crouch on the couch*

Chuck: *hops up and braces self in doorway*

Jeri: *climbs Boris like a scared cat*

Veronica: *lies down on the floor*

Everyone: nOOOOO

[wyatthaliwells]

El Hopper Stranger Things 3.02 — The Mall Rats

[damn-stark]

Did you guys see (SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA CHAPTER 252)

CHOSO IS ALIVE!!!

NOW Y/N FROM SUGAR DOESNT HAVE TO BE A _________

[somaticmilk]

I got a water wiggler and I’m thinking about doing some diabolical things..

[romeo-the-homeo]

seth and sugar

[icezansky]

stuck at the airport for two hours what do I write

[otakebi-cam-wao]

[avoidingcertaindoom]

Ingratiation

After making a big move to Echton, Arty decides to make an effort and try to make friends.

~

The bakery was a cute, cozy spot. The convenience was there for babysitting snacks, but even when she wasn't on the way to an appointment Arty liked to make a point to stop by. The scent of baking bread and delicate sweet treats never failed to melt the tension that liked to lodge in her spine.

The operating family also seemed somewhat familiar. Something about the way they smiled or laughed, even their exasperation when she stumbled out of the building with a wobbly stack of boxes. It should have been easy to place, and probably would have been to someone more observant. Alas, she couldn't put her finger on it, and she wasn't about to lose sleep over the confusion.

She nudged open the door one day with a hip, trying to manage an overfull bag of notebooks, a laptop, and a calculator, all so covered in puffy stickers they may as well have been covered in bubble wrap. She ordered tea and the first pastry she spotted on the rack before settling in with her expense work at a booth not far from the register. Enoby, the owner's nephew, brought out her order with some sugar and cream for the tea and left her to it with a reminder to call for assistance if she needed it. She opened up her first booklet and got to work with her favorite sparkling gel pen and the calculator.

Not long after, another frequent guest swept in. It was one of Enoby's friends, a mysterious girl with dark hair and an odd gait. She immediately parked herself on one of the bar stools on the opposite side of the register and launched into a hushed discussion with her friend.

Now, eavesdropping is rude. Arty knew it was rude and the conversation occuring was none of her business. Despite this, the whispered snippets she was able to catch quickly took her in and she found them a lot more interesting than trying to organize her client lists and budgets. If she wobbled her pen above the papers instead of writing she could almost follow the whole conversation. Something to do with ink and charms, discussion of healing, excavating old books…?

Arty nibbled at her pastry, bland on her tongue despite the wafting aroma of maple sugar but still a pleasant texture. She really was hooked on the topics and wanted to know more, was so sure it was something she could help with. She wanted to help! But she didn't want to be so obvious about listening in and even if what she thought she heard was of interest she was still painfully out of the loop.

Her eyes dropped to the stickers on her laptop, one of them jumping out more than the others. It was a ragged symbol of Solomonic origin she'd found on an online shop in a pack, which she’d proceeded to slap onto her more precious possessions in an impulsive effort to try and protect them. Not only her laptop, but a Kaboodles box of keepsakes, jar of sourdough starter she had sworn to keep alive, and even a few journals and other bound books.

She ended up choking a bit on her pastry with how deep in thought she was, spraying crumbs all over her bookkeeping. Thankfully she was able to clear her airway, and even more so the idea that caused the choking episode remained.

~*~

“Just missed the last batch of wildberry twists” Enoby was apologetic as Arty hurried in, breathing in heavy gasps against the weight of the bag on her shoulder. She usually came in an hour earlier for the favourite treat of the Llisto kids if their parents had hired her for the week. “If you have time I can get some started?”

“I'm good, thanks! I just wanted to give you something--” Arty went to the side of the counter where orders usually waited in stacks for pickup. None sat there today so she didn't hesitate to dump her satchel. Three dense books, covers bound with leather worn pillowy soft, hit the marble. Each had one of the sigil stickers, as well as a couple attempts to reinforce the old bindings with patching and scraps.

Enoby picked up one at random, blowing his red dyed bangs out of his eyes to peek inside. “What's this about?”

“I thought you could use them! You and your friend, uh… Della seemed like, you'd be interested.” She rocked on her heels, holding herself up on the counter to gauge his reaction.

The bemused gleam in his eyes became an excited glow as he realized what was in his hands and he started flipping through more rapidly. “Oooh! Shit, where did you even find these? They look--”

“Gifts! I know some people and they know I dabble.” She fluttered her hands, trying to dispel the anxious energy. “And if none of those work, I can always loan you more! I don't mind, honest.”

“That'd be great! What's your number? I'll shoot you a text now so we can both save each other's.”

Blood and a little sting on the inside of her cheek. Arty held out a business card instead, one of her homemade fancies that dropped glitter and caused migraines in too bright lightings. “Got a bit of phone trouble actually. Do you mind email instead?” 

It wouldn't-- shouldn't be hard to allocate some of her funds for a phone if she had someone to talk to. Now she just didn't have an excuse to keep pushing it off. 

If Enoby was put off he didn't show it, using the card as a bookmark and slipping the books behind the counter. “Sounds good to me. You sure you don't want anything? My treat, Nia won't mind.” 

She shrugged, eyes skimming over the racks, and pointed at random. 

As she walked out of the bakery she almost bumped into his friend again, this time carting a huge guy with bruises under his eyes after her in a hurry. She waved and flashed a smile before continuing on her way to the woods.

[dragonologist-phd]

🍕 for Desta please?

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

moodboard meme

[brainrottingg]

Alice, after fifty years of being the Chosen One and having all the responsibility on her shoulders: Life is pain and existence is a prison

Alister, who’s starting to understand: If only Id known sooner-

[gaysftw]

Veronica: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Emily: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Sugar: Smad.

[yandereshingeki]

ok so i think im going to edit chapter 7 today and post it this week bc i am getting SO impatient with myself and posting it instead of waiting until i finish 7 & 8 might help my motivation

also i dont remember if i said it but what was originally going to be a 25k word chapter has now been split into two bc my poor little laptop cannot handle a document that big and It was growing harder and harder for me to work on 😭 but hopefully now it won’t take me too long to finish the next chapter because I’m only struggling with the last part of it right now (the… the smut)

[linnyphoenix]

Also Christmas cookies were made haha

They are sloppy but I love them

[favoriteonepiecepanels]

[deathgivemebackmyhatyouwhore]

So jod is a resurrection beast and the lyctors are his heralds? And he's used alecto as his armor or somethinggg

[icezansky]

my brain feels like mush