#delicately shaped marshmallows

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

nevermoor has some sort of parade during may or march, i will not take constructive criticism because it does not have to be associated with st. patrick’s! anyway it’s kinda like a foodie tech show(?) where they show the latest edible inventions as samples, you can also buy more or donate so they can open a stall in the bazaar and make more products!

[shiyorin]

I was quite surprised when someone sent me a warhammer request on marshmallow, but here we go.

#Modern au. You are a designer who oftens works from home.

#Just a normal morning with primarchs

#Menu: Imperial Secundus

#I promise it only has romcom

Lion El’Jonson

Lion's eyes fluttered open. The alarm blared, jarring him from a dreamless sleep. He groggily fumbled along the nightstand, groping in vain until his palm struck the clock itself, knocking it to the floor. Finally, blessed silence.

He rolled over with a grunt, hugging the blanket tighter and started to drift back under. But a relentless pounding on his door shattered the tranquil haze.

"Lion!! Wake up!! You told me to wake you up early today!" came your insistent voice from the door.

Ugh, did he say that? Of course, he must have, you never would have disturbed his rest otherwise. Lion pulled the covers over his head, letting out a petulant growl. He'd finally gotten some leave time, intended to sleep it away after months of grueling deployments. But apparently obligation called once more.

There was an important PR ceremony today, some ribbons and handshakes to help soothe the civvie politicians. A necessary, but not how he wished to spend his brief repose. For a treacherous moment, the stubborn soldier considered ignoring your wake-up call.

But no. You would only escalate your reminders, and he cringed at the thought of what inventive method you might employ next time. Best to acquiesce... for now.

Lion threw off the sheets with a resigned sigh and swung his feet to the floor. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he padded into the bathroom, glaring at the haggard reflection in the mirror. His beard had grown considerably during his absence, an unruly rug framing the sharp angles of his jaw and cheeks.

He grabbed his trimmer and set to taming the wilderness, meticulously shaping it back into a crisp military cut. Freshly groomed, he tugs on the crisp dress uniform laid out the prior evening. Drab olive tones that do nothing for tired but befit the solemn occasion.

One last lingering look in the mirror confirms his stone-faced professionalism. No one would ever suspect the churning sea of doubts and regrets that dwell behind those cold eyes.

With a resigned sigh, he steps out into the living room. Immediately he's greeted by an unexpectedly enticing sight, you lounging on the sofa in minimal loungewear.

You were sprawled on one end of the sofa, some oversize tee and cotton shorts clinging to your languid form. A tablet danced in your delicate fingers, your face a mask of fierce concentration for whatever design you worked on. Lion couldn't help his treacherous eyes from tracing your curves, taking in expanse of naked legs on a sumptuous display.

On impulse, he crept closer behind your perch, locking onto that elegant neck arching so invitingly. He bent low, baring his teeth ever so slightly as a humid breath rolled across your flesh...

"What are you doing?!" 

You flinched bodily, whipping around with wide eyes. Lion recoiled slightly, caught like a schoolboy playing mischief. But your shocked expression melted into an exasperated look as he feigned innocence with lofty indifference.

"Nothing."

Lion cleared his throat.

"You know, you could go outside once in a while. A little sun might be beneficial."

You shot him an icy scowl over the edge of your screen before shrugging elaborately. "I get plenty of Vitamin D, thank you."

He snorted inwardly at the subtle double entendre. Of course you did. Drawing near with an exaggerated sigh, Lion jerked his chin down in clear expectation. You dutifully rose without comment and began smartly knotting his tie, making a few last tidy adjustments before stepping back to appraise your work.

Your bright eyes raked over his crisply-attired form, sparkling with unreadable thoughts before giving a slight nod of approval. "Very handsome. I'm sure they will like it."

"If only..." Lion muttered "I'll be counting the hours until I get cut loose from these."

His gaze subconsciously drifted to the framed awards and photos lining the shelves, stark reminders of his true calling, a life of struggle and valor amidst the echoing guns. And here, he felt like a caged beast, bored, aimless and shackled.

"Speaking of eating..." He turned back to you "What say we go out for a nice steak dinner tonight? I should be done with this whole circus by mid afternoon."

You cocked one shapely eyebrow, unmistakably intrigued. "A prime rib does sound tempting... and you're paying of course?"

"Better than tofu and kale, right?" Lion's eyes crinkled at the corners, indulging his rare playful side. "We could even get a nice bottle of Cabernet to go with it." 

You said with a smirk "Wait... Is this a date, sir?"

A delicate flush colored his cheeks for just a moment as he turned away dismissively. "Well, I'd say it's just dinner."

You chuckled "Alright sir, it's time to go.."

He shot you an incredulous look as you give him a wink.

"As if you're one to lecture anyone on getting out more..." He muttered under his breath once the door clicked shut.

But a smile played across his lips as he grabbed his keys and cover, already counting down the hours himself.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius slowly peels open his eyes as the first rays of dawn filter through the bedroom window.

Despite being a morning person in theory, his body protests at the early hour, muscles tight and eyelids heavy from a restless sleep. He drags himself out of the tangled sheets, padding wearily to the bathroom.

The hot shower does little to shake the lingering weariness. It clings to him like cobwebs as he towels off and slips into a plush silk robe, a small indulgence. He catches a glimpse of himself in the foggy mirror, pausing for a beat. His chiseled features and athletic physique betray no hint of the pain that gnaws at his insides lately.

Pushing those nagging thoughts aside for now, Sanguinius drifts out to the kitchen. He uncorks a deep Cabernet Sauvignon decanter to pour himself a generous glassful. Not exactly the most typical breakfast beverage, but he's long past caring about societal conventions.

When he turns to join you at the dinette table, he's greeted by the sight of his disheveled roommate cradle-hugging a steaming coffee mug. You're barely awake yourself, straggles of hair framing your bleary eyes. Despite your almost comical morning disarray, you're still the most gorgeous thing Sanguinius has ever seen.

Instinctively he opens his arms for an embrace, a silent good morning routine. You merely stare at him through slitted lids before downing the last of your coffee. Then, with neither word nor warning, you thrust the empty cup into his hands and turn to go.

Sanguinius is left bemused for only a heartbeat before chuckling softly. He rinses the mug out, refilling it with the last of the coffee and offering the fresh cup which you accept with a grateful nod. You vanish into the living room, curled up on the sofa mere moments later. Your bright LED monitor casts a blue glow across those striking, angular features, already immersed in rendering textures for another character model no doubt.

Padding over, Sanguinius gingerly retrieves his portfolio from beside the armchair. He sinks back into the plush cushions, leafing through page after page of Renaissance and Baroque masterpieces. Yet he can't seem to focus on the brushwork or chiaroscuro artistry today.

He finds his gaze drifting from the pages time and again, stealing glances at the beauty, studying the delicate shape of your lips, the color of your eyes, the effortless fluidity with which your graceful fingers fly across the keyboard.

"Don't stare at your phone and eat at the same time," He chides warmly as you start scrolling through work emails with one hand. "You'll choke."

"Fair point, from the man sipping wine at 7 AM."

You arches one shapely eyebrow but doesn't deign to reply further. Sanguinius drains his own goblet and rises to clean up. He takes his time, puttering about the loft tidying this and straightening that, all while keeping you in his sights through stolen glimpses.

Once finished with his little chores, he finds himself drifting over to your place without even thinking about it. You don't seem to notice or mind as he leans over the back of the sofa, studying your latest creation in-progress.

"Impressive," Sanguinius murmurs, genuinely awestruck by the master-level craftsmanship. "Truly remarkable."

You pause for a beat, gracing him with the faintest of smiles before turning back to the grindstone, lost in your creative zone once again. He remains looming over you for a long moment, close enough to catch the faint scent of your hair's jasmine essence and feel the soft warmth of your body heat.

Then, finally, Sanguinius straightens up with a heavy, wistful sigh. He pads across to collect his folio and jacket from the armchair.

"Well then, I should get going. I've got a gallery walk-through this afternoon for the new exhibition."

On impulse he leans down, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight embrace from behind. You stiffens for the briefest heartbeat before your body seems to melt and settle into him. He nuzzles his nose into your fragrant tresses for one fleeting, delicious breath.

"I'll see you this evening."

*****

Sanguinius sighs heavily, doing his best to focus on the massive abstract canvases arrayed before him. But despite the confrontational slashes of color and impassioned brush strokes, his mind keeps wandering.

Wandering to thoughts of your legs and hair as wild and as unkempt as the paintings themselves. To the smirking cupid's bow of full lips perpetually pursed in sardonic amusement at his romanticized notions.

A shiver runs down Sanguinius' spine as he recalls their very first encounter in vivid detail...

Perhaps today he might finally dare to put brush to canvas, crafting the masterpiece that's been swirling in his mind for months now. 

It may very well be the only art that truly matters in this life.

Roboute Guilliman

The pre-dawn stillness hung heavy over the apartment as Roboute Guilliman stirred awake. His body clock was precisely punctual, never requiring an alarm. But it had become a morning ritual nonetheless.

Rolling over, he lay motionless in the darkness, his soft breathing was the only sound. Exactly four minutes before the jarring beep of the alarm was due, Guilliman's hand shot out and silenced it. 

With a quiet sigh, the politician slipped from the bedsheets, feet touching down soundlessly on the carpet. As the sheets were tucked with crisp military corners, he pulled the curtain across the bedroom before retreating.

Down the hallway, he rapped his knuckles firmly on your bedroom door in passing. Just a simple courtesy to avoid catching you if you happened to be awake and roaming.

A low grumbling seeped out from behind the door. Apparently his roommate was still very much entombed in slumber at this hour.  

He shook his head with a sigh as he made for the apartment's main living area. You could easily sleep till noon if permitted. But you needed to get on a decent schedule, your deadline for that game company's new character model was rapidly approaching.

Guilliman shrugged into his robe and settled into his daily routine. First a pot of strong coffee set to brew while he goes out to the lobby for the morning paper. The brisk chill of the morning air roused his senses fully. 

As the newscasters on the television in the living room prattled about yesterday's legislative victories and this morning's planned protests, Guilliman flipped through the paper's headlines. A frown creased his brow as his eyes scanned snippets:

*...divisive new social policies expected to be blocked yet again as party ties remain locked in stalemate...*

*...public trust in elected officials is at all time low amidst deluge of corruption scandals...*

He shook his head with a weary sigh. The political realities of governance had proven far more vexing than any military campaign ever faced back in his service days. Compromise and incremental change seemed the agonizing order of the day, no matter how dire the situation.

The timer's shrill beep indicated the coffee was ready. Muscle memory took over as Guilliman retrieved the carafe, split the hot brew into two mugs, then poured in the respective milk and sugars to each's preferred taste.

Almost on cue, a sleep-tousled you shuffled into the dining room with a jaw-cracking yawn. Your silk robe hung open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the matching negligee beneath. 

"Mmmmmorning..." you mumbled groggily, bare feet padding across the linoleum.

Guilliman turned at the exact moment you wrapped your lithe arms around his midsection from behind with a contented sigh. Your cheek nuzzled against the flat planes of his back as he stiffened self-consciously.

"What's for breakfast, hmm?" Your voice was blissfully sleepy, still thick with half-dreams and warmth.

Clearing his throat, Guilliman gestured to the set table with a prim nod. "Belgian waffles and seasonal fresh fruit compote, as requested. With the coffee you prefer."

Your answering hum of delight vibrated through his robe pleasantly. "Love you."

Guilliman felt his face grow warm as you giggled, returning to slather the unappetizing bread-slab with sugary condiments. Best to ignore such needling - especially when you have a point. He couldn't help but spoil you.

… Besides, how many other politicians were roomies with a character model designer? He couldn't be too harsh.

Before he could react further, you released your lingering embrace and flopped bonelessly into your seat. Guilliman blinked, momentarily flushed, before joining you at their customary places across the small table.

They ate in a relaxed quiet broken only by the newscasters' prattling drone. Guilliman couldn't help noticing the elegant,delicate way your lips pursed around each forkful...

A loud slam from their neighbor's door shattered the reverie, making them both jump slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head. "Honestly, can people not control themselves for five minutes..."

You reached over to give his clenched fist a reassuring squeeze. "Any luck with the proposed housing reforms? I saw it was on the docket again this week..."

Swallowing hard, he mustered a tight smile. "Well, progress remains...incremental." His eyes flicked to the  mobs of irate citizens wielding placards and crude banners on television screens. "The special interests dig their heels in deeper every time."

"Just give it time." Your tone was soothing even through your usual wry inflection. You sipped your coffee thoughtfully, ruby lips leaving a perfect imprint on the porcelain mug. "They're going to feel awfully silly someday for not listening to you."

"I certainly hope--"

Guilliman glanced down at the time on his portable cogitator, eyes widening. "Blast! I'd best get moving if I'm on time for the morning session."

He rose swiftly, tucking in his chair and gathering the dishes in one practiced movement as you watched with bemused detachment. Within moments he was already depositing the load in the sonic dishwasher, suit cuffs neatly buttoned. 

At the door, he hesitated with one hand on the knob. Glancing back, Guilliman called over his shoulder, "I may be late this evening. There are deliberations scheduled on--"

"I know, I know." You waved him off with a little smile, one foot tucked under your thigh as you sipped your coffee. "More stuffy old men yelling and accomplishing nothing, as usual."

Lips pursing tightly, Guilliman simply grunted before slipping out into the corridor. Your teasing was affectionate but still stung just a bit.

Carefully straightening the crisp lapels of his suit, Guilliman cleared his throat. "Do try and not bury yourself in laptop too deeply today, yes? Your health is as important as any project deadline."

You waved an airy hand, taking an uncouth slurp of your coffee. "Yeah yeah, mom, I know the drill. Now get going before you're late for all your super important senatorial meetings."

Pausing at the door for one final longing look at that adorably disheveled figure, Guilliman repressed a smile. He truly was a lucky man, even if his roommate could be his pain at times.

As the oaken portal swung closed and his strides carried him off to another long, grueling day of civic responsibilities, the statesman couldn't help but look forward to returning home this evening.

[lou-struck]

Ice Spectating

Kei Tsukishima x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 2

W.C: 1.4k

~ It may be cold outside, but the joy of watching other people fall on the Ice Rink warms both yours and Tsukki’s hearts.

The city certainly outdid itself with this year’s holiday lights display at the park. Every tree and naked shrub is adorned with hundreds of little multicolored twinkly lights. Giant glass ornament sculptures line the walkways between the playgrounds, fire pits, and picnic benches, making it look extremely festive. 

A paper cup of coca attempts to warm your mitten-clad hands as you try to match your boyfriend’s long strides, passing the delicate snowflake sculptures that rest upon the frozen lawn. 

Like a giant marshmallow, Kei Tsukishima is bundled up in layer upon layer of winter outerwear. But somehow, he still shivers as he moves. You think it has to do with that lanky frame of his that you love, but it also could be that he, unfortunately, is the one getting the brunt of the winter wind as you walk. 

The two of you have seen most of what the park has to offer, but you haven’t made it yet to the spot you have been wanting to check out the most: the ice skating rink. 

“It’s getting colder, y/n,” he shivers, clutching his coffee cup even tighter. And looking down at you with ruddy cheeks, “If we stay out here much longer, we’re gonna catch hypothermia and not make it to Christmas.” Despite his words, you see the way his eyes crinkle in amusement at his own sarcasm, so you know not all hope is lost. 

“Could we check out the Ice Skating Rink before we go?” you ask, looking up at him with big eyes. You know that once the two of you find a cozy spot to spectate next to one of the mini fire pits, he won’t be complaining about the cold for much longer.

“We’re not going skating, are we?” he asks, the cogs in his head turning inquisitively. 

“Not at all,” you smile, “I just thought it would be cool to check it out, maybe watch some people fall on their butts in the ice.”

There is a light of hope behind his eyes as he stops in his tracks. The smile on his face is nothing less than joyful as the realization of your words wash over him. “People slipping?”

“Not just people,” you grin, leaning over to his ear and whispering into his ear. “Children.”

He snorts and turns away from you quickly. You know your boyfriend well, and there are only a few things funnier than watching little kids faceplant on the ice. Whenever you play those try-not-to-laugh challenges, it’s the five-second clip of a child running into the door that sends him over the top in ugly laughter. 

“I guess we could watch for a little bit,” he says happily, taking your hand and leading you down the lighted pathways toward the Skate Ribbon. There is a spring in his step that wasn’t there as he walks, and you can’t help but wonder if the promise of people eating shit will convince him to go out more with you.

It does and It will. 

Rounding the bend, you are amazed by the scene in front of you. What you knew in the summer months as the park’s roller skate ribbon has been transformed into a little winter wonderland. Blue and purple icicle-shaped lights are secured to the park’s metal poles and drape above the ice, illuminating the ground in color. 

The little skate rental spot has been transformed as well. Gone are the roller skates and blades, and now all you can see are slightly worn ice skates on the long shelves. 

Most people in the area are on the ice skating along the ribbon loop or gripping the railing for dear life, but there are a few more confident individuals in the center of the ice spinning around like they were born to do it. 

It’s impressive, for sure, but not what either of you came here for.

“There’s a spot over there that looks warm.” Kei comments, pointing his cup of cocoa towards an empty seating area. The flames of the little bonfire burn lowly next to a cushioned metal park bench. 

“It’s warm over here.” You sigh in relief as the heat from the flames permeates the air around you, warming your wind-chilled face. Now that you have another source of warmth, you are finally able to take a nice long sip of your hot chocolate. The rich liquid is still warm but not boiling, as it tingles your tongue.  

“Very,” he nods, sitting right next to you on the bench. He follows suit and takes a polite sip of his own hot chocolate that quickly turns greedy. Sometimes, you forget about that little sweet tooth of his until he indulges it properly. 

The two of you have the perfect view for people watching as people skate past your bench. Chuckling as children and adults alike fall onto their bottoms and drink your hot chocolate until only a bit of foam remains at the bottom of the cup. You toss it into the trashcan behind you as Kei downs the rest of his. It’s funny how the both of you forgot about the chilly air around you as you enjoy the warmth the wipeouts of the skaters provide. 

He looks just beyond you at the park’s concession stand. “Do you want another cup?”

“Not yet, check them out,” you say eagerly, spotting a young couple skating side by side; one girl looks much more skilled on the ice than her date as she occasionally lets go of her hand to twirl a bit on her own, with movements as graceful as a swan’s. Her date, on the other hand, wobbles in her skates like a Bambi on ice, reaching for the railing for support. 

“I bet you another hot chocolate that she’s going to fall as they go around the corner,” Kei says mischievously. His marshmallow-scented breath tickles the shell of your ear as you chuckle. 

“I counter that and say that she’s not only going to fall, but she’ll take her date down with her when they try to help her,” you say confidently as the pair approach the corner together, once again hand in hand. 

“I love you,” he sighs, craning his head down in your direction to kiss the crown of your head. “You make me feel like less of a jerk when I’m with you.”

“And I love you. You make me feel more able to say these kinds of things out loud without feeling bad,” you declare as the couple reach the corner. 

Just as you predicted, the less skilled skater lose their balance on the turn. Her legs seem to flail around as she trips, still holding her date’s hand. They crash to the ground in a bundle of limbs and padding as other people try to get out of their way. You wince and try to stifle your snickering into Tsukki’s jacket sleeve at the rather funny fall. 

It’s much funnier when you realize that no one was hurt. 

“You’re gonna get us caught,” he whispers, trying to hide his own amusement. “You gotta keep it to yourself until they’re gone.”

You’re still staring at a loose thread on his padded winter coat as you respond. “Are they gone yet?”

“Still on the ground.”

You bring your attention back to the ice rink and see the two women laughing at themselves before helping each other clumsily off the icy ground. They link hands once again and skate off like nothing ever happened. 

“Now, can we laugh?” you ask as they go out of sight. 

“Not yet, look over there.” he nods his head to the left side of the rink, where some more experienced skaters are twirling mid-air before landing on the ice with one foot. It’s fascinating to watch, but you realize that your observant boyfriend is looking beyond the figure skaters and at a group of middle schoolers who look impressed by their movements.

Two of the boys separate from their group, bumping shoulders on the ice as they begin to skate toward the two of you. Gathering speed for what you assume to be a jump of their own. 

“That’s not gonna end well,” you murmur, noting that the teens are proficient at skating in a straight line but clumsy on the corners, gripping the railing and propelling themselves around the bend. 

Tsukishima, like the magnificent bastard he is, never takes his eyes off of the impending wipeout and gives your hand a squeeze. “Double or nothing, they cause a pile-up.

You can practically taste the next round of hot cocoa as you meet his gaze. “You’re on.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

[astraysimp]

Hype Boy

🕊Summary: Changbin takes Binna and mama Seo to a new jeans concert…where he possibly enjoys it more than his girls

🕊 Warnings: Marshmallow fluff, pet names, baby Binna being the cutest bub, concert setting( Changbin reserves a VIP box don’t worry), fem!reader, Husband!Binnie

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Everyone knows Changbin is the world’s biggest new jeans fan– and secret member. But, he loves you and Binna more. However, he has been getting Binna into New Jeans since she was in the womb.

Yes, the womb

You remember being 7 months pregnant, cuddled up to your oh so loving and doting Binnie in matching my melody pajamas. He picked them out, dduuuuhhhh. If there was one thing Binna could recognise from inside the warm home that was your womb it was Changbin’s voice. 

It was currently 9 o’clock at night and you were trying to wind down for the night. But, no, your sweet husband had other plans. “Bin, my love….. It’s quiet time. I can’t sleep when Binna is kicking me.” You whined, from your spot on your shared bed. That was covered in a soft pale sage green colored bed spread. Changbin was perched over your belly, his hands bracing either side, as he sang Ditto for what seemed like the upteenth time. 

“Stay in the middle

Like you a little, don't want no riddle

Say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto

Can't wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto,” he sang to your belly, feeling the kicks of his unborn daughter. Yes, you loved that muscle marshmallow cutie little gym bro with all of your heart. But, you just wanted to sleep. “Bin, binnie, binnie, please. I want to sleep.” You tried calling out to him, your left hand in his hair, running through the soft and slightly curly black locks. 

Only then did he peek up at you with his big dark chocolate boba eyes. “Huh? Did you say something, bunny?” he asked with a soft blush on his cheeks, tinting them a pretty rosy colour. “I said, I want to sleep, yeobo.” You softly pleaded, eyes tired from your lack of sleep– even if you napped multiple times that day. 

“But, jagiya, we have to get her ready for the concert,” Changbin pouted, pressing soft and delicate kisses to your belly. “Binnie, the concert isn’t for a whileeee. please , we- you can prepare her more once she’s here.” You crooned, feeling him nod against your tummy. 

Before he moved away from your belly, he whispered to Binna, “ appa will make sure you’re ready for the concert, princess. Don’t worry.” Then, he was laying himself next to your relaxed and slightly aching body, before giving you a goodnight kiss. 

You have been dealing with Changbin ‘preparing’ Binna for a while. He sang to her all the time and a lot of the time it was New Jeans. Not only would he sing, he would dance. While her chubby body was sitting in her bunny shaped bath-seat, while she was in her rocker while you were doing laundry, any time and occasion you can think of Changbin was performing for Binna. 

Here’s the thing, the concert wouldn’t be for a while….and Binna would be a year old when it took place. But, no no, he was sure his princess was ready.

 Binna, now, was 11 months old and the concert  and the tour dates, concert locations and ticket buying sites had been uploaded. And, man …..Changbin was soooooo excited when he came bounding into the living room that day.You’ve seen him excited before, like when you told him you were pregnant, when you said yes to his proposal, when you found out you were having a baby girl. But, this seemed a little different– maybe in a fanboy way.

 You should’ve known why he was so excited, especially with the way he was gushing and ranting and raving about the concert and taking Binna to her first concert. 

At the time, you had been sitting on the couch folding laundry while Binna was in a rocker next to you. Then, Changbin came running in, excited giggles leaving his mouth. “Honey, yeobo, jagiya guess what?!?!” He giggled out, his phone securely held in his hand. Upon hearing her appa’s voice, a curious Binna looked up at where her appa stood, seeming so excited. “What is it that got you so excited, binnie?” You asked, before he leant down to pick Binna up into his arms.

Binna just looked up at him, flashing him a cute smile as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “I got us New Jeans tickets! You hear that, Binna bear? We’re gonna see New Jeans,” he cooed, tickling Binna’s stomach as he wiggled in his hold, soft high pitched squeals falling from her mouth.

Sure, it sounded fun. You, Changbin and Binna at a concert– her first concert– but was it safe? Safe for a year old baby? Changbin knew you too well and could easily tell and see it on your face, that you were unsure. “Aish, jagiya. I have it all taken care of. I reserved a VIP box. We’ll be safe and sound and Binna can even wear headphones, since it’ll be loud.” Nodding your head, you bite your lower lip, in thinking. “O-okay Binnie. I trust you and I know you’ve been looking forward to this, probably more than Binna. Right baby girl?” You smiled, as you stood up from the couch, to give them each a kiss.

The next month was hectic. Preparing for Binna’s first birthday, planning the party, etc etc. But, the party went smoothly. A pretty pink princess theme for Binnie’s precious princess as he said. It was a blast, but that didn’t mean concert preparations stopped. No, Changbin still performed for Binna, got you all matching New Jeans inspired outfits. He even tried to teach her some simple moves from different choreographies. She had no clue what was going on, but still loved every minute of watching her silly appa dance and sing around.

Then, came the concert day. Changbin tasked himself with getting Binna ready, while you readied yourself and the baby bag. He had done a pretty good job of choosing her outfit, if he did say so himself. He was already dressed, wearing medium washed wide leg jeans,a white tee shirt that had a bunny printed on the front, along with black and white sneakers and a baseball cap with fluffy ears attached on top.

He was ,currently, in Binna’s nursery getting her dressed. She laid on her dressing table as Changbin slid a pair of baby jeans over her chubby legs. “Are you excited, princess Binna? Ready to see New Jeans,” he asked as he pressed kisses to her round belly, causing her to let out giggles and kick her legs around. “I think Binna bear is so excited,”  Changbin giggled, reaching to grab the shirt he picked out for her.

As he usually does, he started singing. 

“I got no time to lose

I had a long day

I miss you

Ra-ta-ta-ta echoes my heart (Ra-ta-ta-ta)”

He sang, sliding a pick shirt over her head, and putting her arms through the sleeves. Binna giggled, reaching up to her appa, as he continued singing. “I got nothing to lose.I like you, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah.Ra-ta-ta-ta echoes my heart (Ra-ta-ta-ta)

But I don't want to,” he kissed her cheeks repeatedly, as he softly brushed her soft curly hair. Pressing her chubby hands to Changbin’s cheeks, she giggled and sang with him. “Ra ta ta ta,” she babbled out, causing Changbin’s heart to soar.

His princess was ready

Smiling, he picked her up, cuddling her against his chest as he slid her own hat on her head. It was a light wash denim with small charms and bunny ears. “Wah, my princess is so cute. Should we show Eomma your outfit, Binna bear?” He  cooed, bouncing her in his arms as she giggled and clapped, “eomma eomma ga,” Binna babbled out, clapping her hands. 

She really was his daughter.

Making his way into your shared bedroom, where you had just finished getting ready, he called to you in a sing-song voice. “Jagiyaaaaaa, Binna and I are readyyyyy,” he giggled, as Binna smiled and clapped, “eomma eomma ga,” was all she giggled out, seeing you.

Smiling, you turned around to be met with the cutest sight you ever did see. There was your husband in his outfit and your baby princess in her outfit. “Waaah. Look at my Binna! Did appa pick this out for you,” you squealed, rushing over to them as you took in his choice of her clothing. Pressing a kiss to her forehead and Changbin’s lips, you took Binna into your arms and smiled as she clung onto you. “Ooooh, my princess. Hi baby girl.” You swooned, cuddling her closer to your chest, before turning to Changbin. “Jagiya, the baby bag is ready. We’re ready to leave when you are,” you smiled at him as Binna continued clinging to you. “I’m ready, yeobo!” He smiled, grabbing the baby bag and practically sprinting downstairs. “You appa is so silly, huh, princess?”

About an hour of driving to the stadium, then finding a parking spot, checking in and making your way to the VIP box; you, Changbin and Binna had settled into your seats. The stadium was huge, as well as packed and loud. But, thankfully you and your family were tucked away from all of the fans. The goal was to enjoy the concert and not have it turn into ‘Stray Kids’ Changbin attends New Jeans concert with his wife and daughter,’ and have attention on you three.

Binna was placed in a chest harness that you were wearing and holding a lightstick in her hands. That way you all would be able to be standing and able to dance along, without you or Changbin having to worry about your arms getting tired from holding Binna.

 On stage at the moment was an opening act and they were good, yes. But, Changbin was anticipating for the lights to come down and to hear the opening music.

And when they did, you heard Changbin scream– very loudly. “Yahhhhhh!Let’s goooooo!” Smiling, he turned to you and Binna, who was currently kicking her arms and feet around. Her big brown eyes looked everywhere to take in all of the new surroundings. “Are you ready, my girls? Are we going to have so much fun?” He giggled as Binna was giggling back at him, while you were clapping as the New Jeans girls made their way on stage.

First on the setlist was OMG, which meant Changbin would look and point at you everytime he heard ‘eomma eomma ga.’Which was exactly what he did. Of course throwing in his “who made you so beautifully’ joke. Rolling your eyes, you smiled as he took your hands and swayed around, singing. “Binna, who made you so beautifully?” He asked, as she giggled and looked up at you. Nodding his head, he sang. “Eomma eomma ga!” All the while, he was doing the choreography. 

He knew all of the choreography by heart and at this point you were unsure if this was a New Jeans concert or a Changbin concert, with New Jeans in the background. You also couldn’t tell who was enjoying the show more– Binna or Binnie. But, let’s be real. It was Changbin, for sure. 

Next came hype boy, another favorite song in the Seo household. You knew Changbin was going to eat this one up and he did. Not only did he eat, but he left no crumbs. Singing and dancing, he gave it his all. Holding on to Binna’s small hands, he moved them to the choreography, his loud voice chorusing the lyrics. 

“Baby, got me looking so crazy

Ppajyeobeorineun daydream

Got me feeling you

Neodo malhaejullae

Nuga naege mweoradeun

Namdeulgwaneun dalla neon

Maybe you could be the one

Nal mideobwa han beon

I'm not looking for just fun

Maybe I could be the one”

Laughing, you sang along with him. You couldn’t deny your love for the songs either, and neither could Binna. Her small lips chorused what she thought were the lyrics. Changbin was having the time of his life, as he continued his personal concert for you and Binna. 

“Oh baby

Euiminhadae na lately

Neo eopshineun maeil maeiri yeah

Jaemieopseo eojjeoji

I just want you

Call my phone right now

I just wanna hear you're mine

'Cause I know what you like boy

You're my chemical hype boy

Nae jinan naldeureun

Nun tteumyeon itneun kkum

Hype boy neoman weonhae

Hype boy naega jeonhae’

Binna was excitedly waving her lightstick around, and yes it did manage to hit Changbin a few times. But, that was no problem for him ,as long as she was having fun. Which she was but not as much fun as he was having. 

That continued on until the song came to an end. But, the show was far far from over and you knew that there was more to come. 

Thirdly was Cookie, which might have been Binna’s favorite song. Only because hearing that song meant she got a cookie. So, in her position from where she sat in her harness on your chest she giggled,”cookie cookie!” But, in her baby voice it came out more like “ookie ookie!” Really, she was the cutest thing. Proudly, Changbin smiled and turned to where you two stood, thinking she was singing. I mean, she was….but she mostly wanted her cookie. 

“Cookie!” She squealed again, arms and legs still kicking. You giggled and reached into your baby bag, holding out a cookie for her as Changbin started his singing and dancing again. 

“Siksaneun eopseo, baegopado

Eumnyoneun eopseo, mongmallado

Dalkomhan, manman, dijeoteuman man

Wonhage doel geo, aljana?

Siksaneun eopseo, baegopado

Eumnyoneun eopseo, mongmallado

*Dalkomhan, manman, dijeoteuman man*

Wonhage doel geo, aljana?”

He swayed around, as you fed Binna her cookie. Which she gladly took, her chubby hands holding it to her mouth as she chewed. “Binnnaaaaa? Is it yum?” You cooed, as Changbin had paused his show to take a sip of his water. “Ummy!” She giggled out, crumbs falling all over her face and outfit. “Aigo, my messy baby,” Changbin laughed as he carefully dusted the crumbs off of her before pressing a kiss to her chubby cheeks. Grasping her cookie, she held it up and giggled, big bobs eyes forming crescents. “Ookie!” Chuckling, Changbin nodded his head and watched as she stuffed it into her small mouth. “Yes, bunny. Cookie.” He replied, as he went back to watching the show, seemingly more out of energy than he was before. 

As the show continued on, you and Changbin found yourself seated more, holding Binna on your laps so she could see. “ Having fun, up there, princess?” You asked, as Changbin held her on his lap, her short chubby legs bouncing. “I think she’s having a blast, yeobo,” he retorted only to be met with you flicking his forehead. “Yah! What was that for?” He whined, pouting his lips at you. “I think you’re speaking for yourself, mr secret new jeans member,” you chuckled at him as Binna turned to look at you, her small hands clapping. “Am not, look at her! She’s having so much fun!.............I just have more fun.” He whispered out the last part. 

By now, it was way past Binna’s bedtime, and you could tell. The later up she was, the more pouty and cuddly she got. And currently, she was laying on your husband’s chest pouting; knowing her small body was tired out. “Uh oh. Is my princess tired?” Changbin cooed, one of his large hands supporting her back and the other smoothing her hair, the hat having been taken off an hour ago. Binna only nodded and shoved her face into her dad’s chest, soft whines falling from her lips. 

“Think someone’s ready for bedtime, huh?” You whispered, you leaned across your seat to reach into the baby bag and retrieve Binna’s dwaekki and blanket.”Princess, dwaekki is here. He says it night-night time.” You preened, carefully laying the blanket over her body and resting the small dwaekki plush in her arms, which she quickly clutched onto. “Dwaekki,” she pouted out, as a small yawn fell from her pink lips and her eyes started to close.

Changbin nodded, and tucked the blanket closer to her body, “go to sleep, bunny. Appa’s got you.” He whispered, pressing a small kiss to her forehead, as her eyes fell shut. “Pretty girl got all tired out. Too much excitement for her,” you said to your husband as he was gently rocking the sleeping babe on his chest. “ It seems so,” he told you in reply, tightly holding Binna to his body.

Thankfully, now the concert was drawing to a close. The members were on stage giving their thank you speeches, before they would walk off stage. Slowly, the lights in the stadium came back on causing you and Changbin to groan and blink. “Aish, so bright,” you complained, rubbing your eyes and stretching your muscles. “Aigoo. I know.Thankfully, baby bunny is still asleep.” He smiled, carefully standing up so as to not wake her. Turning to him, you wrapped an arm around his midsection and leaned forward to kiss his cheek . “Ready to head home? I’m ready to sleep.” You questioned, softly running a hand over Binna’s hair.  Pressing a quick kiss to your lips, Changbin let out a yawn. “Yeah. I’m pretty tired too.” 

With that, you and Changbin made your way out of the stadium. He, initially, had wanted to go backstage and let the New Jeans girls meet Binna. But, seeing as she was currently asleep on his chest, he decided against it. He knew  that if he were to wake Binna and keep her up later than she already had been; not only would she be cranky but you would be, as well. 

So, you made your way back to your car that was parked in the parking garage, and he carefully set and buckled Binna into her carseat. “I think tonight was a success,jagiya,” he smiled, clicking his seatbelt. “I agree. Princess had a lot of fun, even though I know you had the most fun.” You smiled, reaching a hand to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry that you couldn;t take her to meet the members, though. I know you were looking forward to that, honey.” 

“Even though i was looking forward to that, it’s okay. We still got to enjoy the concert. Plus, we don’t need her to be even crankier, she did stay up way past her bedtime…..and I don’t need you to be cranky, either.” He giggled, taking a hold of your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. 

“Why must you pester me, huh?” You whined, as he pulled the car out of its parking spot. “I’m not… you just get cranky when Binna is up past her bedtime.” He rebutted, as you flicked his temple. 

“Yah!”

“Quiet down, she’s sleeping!”

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holiday shopping

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~500

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In the heart of the city, where the air buzzed with the festive spirit, Harry and Y/N decided to embark on a delightful adventure to the holiday market. With twinkling lights overhead and the scent of cinnamon wafting through the crisp winter air, they stepped into a world of festive magic.

Hand in hand, they entered the market, their eyes widening at the sight of stalls adorned with colorful decorations and handmade treasures. The joyful chaos of the crowd filled the air, but in the midst of it all, Harry and Y/N found solace in their shared excitement.

Their first stop was at a quaint stall selling knitted scarves in every imaginable color. Y/N couldn't resist running her fingers over the soft textures, imagining cozy winter days wrapped in warmth. Harry, always attentive, picked out a scarf in a shade that perfectly matched her eyes, a surprise he couldn't wait to unveil later.

As they continued to weave through the market, the couple discovered stalls offering an array of quirky ornaments. From miniature snow globes to hand-painted baubles, each piece seemed beautiful and collectible. Y/N's eyes lit up at the sight of a particularly charming ornament – a tiny polar bear wearing a Santa hat. Harry couldn't help but smile, knowing it would find a special place on their Christmas tree.

The market's festive soundtrack was accompanied by the irresistible aroma of holiday treats. Y/N's nose led them to a charming stand selling hot chocolate adorned with marshmallows and a sprinkle of cinnamon. They indulged in the sweet warmth, savoring the comforting flavors that danced on their tongues.

Amidst the crowd, Harry spotted a stall with vintage records, a treasure trove for a music enthusiast like him. The crackling sound of vinyl filled the air as he carefully flipped through the stacks, his eyes lighting up. Y/N watched with admiration as he held the record in his hands, his enthusiasm contagious.

Their pockets filled with festive treats and newfound treasures, the couple found a quiet spot to take in the enchanting atmosphere. The market's ambiance was a blend of laughter, joyful chatter, and the melodies of street performers playing classic holiday tunes.

As the day unfolded, Harry couldn't resist the urge to pick out a special trinket for Y/N. In a hidden corner of the market, he found a stall adorned with delicate handmade jewelry. His eyes fell on a dainty necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake – a symbol of the uniqueness and beauty he saw in Y/N. With a smile, he purchased the necklace, envisioning the moment he would gift it to her.

The holiday market adventure wasn't just about shopping; it was a celebration of love, laughter, and the magic of the season. As the day drew to a close, Harry and Y/N found a quiet spot to watch the market come alive with twinkling lights. The ornaments, scarves, and trinkets they had collected told a story of a day filled with shared joy and the simple pleasures of being together during the most magical time of the year.

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[lxvebun]

heart-shaped kisses jjk pt2

request:can you do another version of your heart shaped kisses but now with yuta geto and nanami? Oh and for the masterlists thingy maybe hot chocolate w yuta? Take your time!

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content Yuta/Nanami/Geto x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing. Pre established consent for waking up by being kissed. Use of nickname angel. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes! Not entirely proofread.

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🥀Yuta

Yuta has this sweet habit of always asking you for permission and your consent before any kisses. It doesn’t matter if it’s a kiss on your lips or just a small peck on your cheek, he always wants to be sure you’re okay with it.  He'll cup your face in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over your cheeks, and ask, "Can I kiss you, angel?" and only start leaning in after you say yes. His kisses are precious; they are so soft and sweet, and they never fail to make you feel warm and loved. They make you feel like everything is going to be okay and that as long as he’s here with you, there is nothing to worry about.

If you say no to his kisses that's completely fine as well of course! Instead of pulling you in for a kiss, he’ll pull you in for a warm comforting hug and thank you for being honest with him

🥀Nanami

You do get kisses from him frequently, he's always pulling you in for a quick kiss before he leaves, or kissing the back of your hand as you fall asleep. So kisses do happen often, but yours and his favorite ones are the ones on calm Sunday mornings, when neither of you have to work and you can sleep in as much as you want. At least until you feel soft, delicate kisses being pressed to the back of your hand, trailing up your arm, and onto your neck and cheek, before increasing in number and intensity because you are taking too long to wake up and he misses your pretty eyes. You're already awake half of the time, but you enjoy the kisses so much that you keep your eyes shut just a little longer. He knows that so if you’re still refusing to open your eyes he will take more drastic measures and start blowing raspberries into the skin of your neck or waist until you open them. In most cases, this results in both of you having giggle fits, pushing and pulling each other, and chucking your pillows at him every now and then. He adores these mornings and they will be memories he will treasure forever

🥀geto

He’s a romantic at heart and never does anything half-assed, that includes the affection he shows to you. He will make sure you always feel loved and cared for and always make sure his kisses leave you breathless. Geto's kisses are always full of love and passion; they never fail to wake the butterflies in your tummy and leave shivers down your spine. Even with quick goodbye kisses, they are still warm and sweet and leave you cursing the fact that he has to leave. Your favorite kisses have to be his goodnight kisses. He usually stays up a little longer than you do, but when you turn in for the night he is always there to hold you until you fall asleep. He likes to carry you to bed and tuck you in as well. sometimes, on nights it's extra cold, he will gently lay you on the bed and then just roll you over into the blanket until you start to resemble a marshmallow. It’s all out of love, can't have his precious angel cold now, can we?. Then, after tucking you in, he kisses your forehead gently, drops another kiss on both of your cheeks, then one on your nose, and finally one on your lips, and softly whispers goodnight after breaking the kiss. He holds you in his arms until you fall asleep, watching over you and silently promising to you and himself to keep you safe forever

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

[suguruslut]

Just relationship things

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--being in a relationship with Tora would include watching the Food Channel every.single.night. whatever cooking or baking competition is on, Tora will make you watch it with him. you can both be heard screaming at the TV when the person you were rooting for gets cheated

--I can see Tora being someone who uses physical touch to show affection. likes to lightly put a hand on your arm or waist as a greeting or just in moments of silence, a way to ground himself and calm down when he’s pissed. deep down, Tora really craves physical contact, so he’s glad you allow him to be close to you

--BAKING DATES! whatever new dessert or goodie you want to try, he’s all for it. will dive deep into his Pinterest boards for kawaii new treats you might like, bunny marshmallows, Pokémon macrons, puppy print cookies, whatever suits your fancy, and he won’t let you eat it until it’s perfect

-working out together. Tora obviously is in good shape, and yeah, sometimes he has to drag you out of bed in the mornings to get to the gym before the weight lifting machines get all germy, but in the end you don’t mind, bcz it gives you a front row seat of those delicious muscles👅

--has an extensive skincare routine you wouldn’t believe, will explain each process like he’s a youtuber or something. definitely educates you on what products work best, taking you on little shopping sprees to get the best lotion and toner he insists you need

--the man LOVES coffee and insists on making it himself, bcz why waste money buying $7 cups of coffee every day, so after you observe Tora’s delicate process of coffee making for a few weeks, you begin making it for him in the mornings before he wakes up. Torajiro loves waking up to the smell of coffee, and always gives you a big kiss whenever you do this little, but meaningful thing for him

--Tora is a big dude, takes up a lot of space on your shared mattress, so he tries to lie very still at night as to not wake you. you, on the other hand, move all over the place, legs thrown over his, arms sliding this way and that, drooling on both pillows...as long as your tossing and turning ends with you two cuddled up, though, Tora doesn’t mind

--my big man isn’t used to really going out on the town anymore; he hasn’t done that since before jail time, but finds it fun when you’re there with him. you guys just go on walks, mostly, stopping at little stands along the way, looking up at the moon in the darkness....then he’ll run into Tatsu and well, obviously they HAVE to yell at each other while you and Miku watch

--overall, Tora is a very loyal partner, and whatever new activity or new job you want to try, he’ll be there for support

🐕ℳ𝒶𝓈𝒶🥡

 --being in a relationship with Masa would include lots of tom foolery😂 always pissing the wrong people off, skipping out on the bill, burning dinner, clogging up the sink, etc. etc. But in a fun way!

--Masa tries really hard to stop screwing up so badly. he’s gotten better at keeping a job for longer than three days, but when he gets fired again, he always tells you right away, bcz he knows you won’t get mad like Tatsu. instead, you buy him some shitty ramen, a couple bottles of booze and kiss him to make it all better

--gaming sessions! nothing with an actual plot, cuz Masa can’t follow🤣 simple things, like Mario Cart, punching games, racing, shooting things...gaming is one thing Masa is pretty good at, so you two have lots of fun, lazy Saturdays competing against each other, cuddling and stuffing yourselves with snacks. if you beat him, he’ll brush it off as luck or says he “let” you win, but he’s actually secretly proud of your skills

--Masa can hold his booze better than his friends, but not as well as you~ when you have the funds, you two go out to a cheap food joint and get munchies with alcohol; you throw them back as quickly as Masa pours, then things get competitive: eight shots later, Masa is ready to hurl, and you’re still steady enough to help him to the restroom. he “let you win” though

--lets you wear his hoodies, tshirts, whatever. when they’re remotely clean, ofc. Masa wears really comfortable clothes, and you’re guilty of sneaking his shirts and jackets on a daily basis, but Masa doesn’t mind, because he thinks you look cute. you think it’s cute when he blushes after noticing, too, so everyone wins

--ALWAYS asking if you guys can get a pet!! Masa loves animals, but given his financial situation and general lack of responsibility, well...not such a great idea. you love seeing him light up at the sight of a dog, though, so a few times a month you bring him to a dog park so he can see cute doggos (and later have to prevent him from dognapping them or sneaking them under his shirt)

--I feel like Masa gives good foot massages?? maybe after you’ve had a hard day of being the breadwinner, Masa will make you sit down and rub your feet until all the aches and pains have gone away. man has magic hands

--constantly showing you off to Tatsu, his friends and anyone who will listen, lol. no one expected him to ever get a S/O, so seeing you two together always gives people a shock. then they hear you two laughing at a toilet joke. then everything makes sense

--whines about doing laundry, but if you’re there to help...hmm...can you say flirtatious underwear flinging? haha, Masa is terrible at folding, so you like with a lot of things, you turn it into a game: for every shirt nicely folded, Masa gets a kiss~

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[finniestoncrane]

You got any more ideas on the other rogues (any rogues, specially Harvey) who like a thicker girl??? 💕🍑

mhmmmmmmmmm YEP because there's nothing stopping me from insisting that all of these men are weak in the knees for a literal fuckin marshmallow of a woman (tastes sweet, looks soft and round) 💚

healing fat girl problems one scenario with a criminal at a time, if there are any rogues i didn't get to let me know and i can try my best!

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff

scarecrow

someone get this man a big tiddy goth girlfriend, STAT. he uses the word plump a lot there's something classic and gothic about it to him. he's into white knuckle clinging and he can sink his fingers into every bit of you with ease so your body is a literal playground for him. there's not a bit of you he hasn't tried to taste or bite, and he finds it absolutely insane how much he enjoys pressing himself into you, between your thighs, your butt cheeks, your breasts. something about being enveloped in warm skin makes him feel safe and calm.

penguin

chubby power couple of gotham alert. he worships the ground you walk on and NEEDS to be seen with you, like you're a bit of a trophy and he loves showing you off. he's so happy just to have you on his arm and sharing his umbrella with him. also, it helps with his own self-image, being able to see obvious beauty in someone his shape and size makes him more confident. also, as someone who desires status and places a lot on his cumulative resources, someone who is large gives him a sense of value in you, that you're worth a lot more because there's more of you.

two face

there's something insanely glamorous about a plus size woman in a silk dress. y'know the way that silk kind of clings to the stomach and highlights the belly button and the shape of all the lumps and bumps HNG omg. and that's probably what would draw him to someone in the first place. he's quite aggressively complimentary, and if you were ever to say something slightly mean about yourself on a bad day, he would be ready with a retort. don't like the way your thighs chafe when you walk? that's fine, you can spend the rest of your life in bed with your legs spread for him. think your boobs are too big and maybe saggy? less effort for him to be able to put his face between them when you're on top. feel iffy about your double chin or neck one day? please remember that it's easier on his hand when he's choking you, which is one of his favourite things to do.

harley quinn

harley would absolutely find a chubby gal to be the cutest, most adorable thing ever. like she'll consider you a little stuffed animal that she is fiercely protective of. she'll squeeze your chubby cheeks and call you puddin' and she'll put a lot of effort into making you a matching outfit that shows off your curves. she's a tits gal for sure, but she loves prodding all of your lumpier bits and squealing over how CUTE you are.

bane

no matter how big you are, you're smaller than him and he likes to remind you of that by petting your head and treating you like a delicate angel. also, this might just be a me thing, but i missed out on being lifted and carried as a fat girl, but he's SO STRONG. forget about walking anywhere ever again, he's carrying you in his big strong arms. he's so aware of how hard his body is, it's nice to have something soft and squishy to hold against him. ALSO ass man ass man ASS MAN loves smacking it and watching it jiggle

poison ivy

your body and the way your curves flow make her think about the curves of flower stems, or the way that vines will curl and wave to find their way to the light. if you have stretch marks, she likes to stoke them and comments that they remind her of delicate petals with the lines that are on them, like hydrangeas. she's absolutely obsessed with thick legs, thighs and calves, because how are you not constantly arousing yourself by getting to walk around on those sturdy stalks god damn. she literally pictures you like an oil painting, cherubic, soft and dewy, literally surrounded by wildflowers at all times. she can swear she smells them when you walk past her.

[writtenjewels]

My Hope

Distractions, Bad Jokes

Jason sat with his head tilted up to look at the stars. They seemed so different to him now that he knew an entire species lived somewhere among them. And if one species lived among the stars, there were probably even more out there. The thought made his head spin.

Movement set him in motion and he grabbed the skewer they used to roast marshmallows earlier in the evening. But it was only Salim emerging from his tent. Jason let the skewer drop.

“You startled me,” he accused.

“I'm sorry; I couldn't sleep, and I saw you were awake, too. I thought to give you company.” Salim settled next to Jason. “Were you going to poke me with that skewer? Swords are my thing.” Jason let out a little snort. Damn, Salim always found a way of making him laugh.

Just being near Salim was making Jason's heart beat faster. Before they went to sleep, they had held hands. The way Salim looked at him in the firelight made Jason think maybe the other man was feeling the same tingling energy. True they started as enemies, but in a brief time they became allies and trusted each other with secrets. They risked their lives for each other over and over and Jason put his career on the line by choosing Salim over his team.

Now, with this camping trip, it seemed like their relationship was shifting again. Jason reached out to take Salim's hand. That caught Salim's attention and their eyes locked. Jason felt the spark passing between them and leaned a little closer.

“Salim,” he spoke up. “What are we? You and me.”

“We are sword and shield, Jason,” the other responded without hesitation.

“That's not what I meant. Are we friends?”

“It doesn't feel like a strong enough word,” Salim decided after some thought. “What you became to me down in the temple, what you are to me now... it's deeper than simple friendship. You are...” He fell quiet, a light blush spreading over his cheeks. Jason inched even closer to him.

“Tell me,” he encouraged.

“Ant amuli, Jason. You are my hope. I was so close to despair down in the temple, but you gave me the spirit to go on. You told me we would see the sun again and I believed it.” Jason closed his eyes, too overwhelmed to speak. “You give me hope even now,” Salim went on, “that I can make it through the night.”

Jason still couldn't find his words. It was his job to be strong for his team, to give them courage and hope when they most needed it. He probably could have pushed his way through if he never met Salim, but it was because of Salim that Jason found a reason to get himself out rather than just the team.

“Ant amuli, Salim,” he answered back. Jason opened his eyes just enough to measure distance before closing them again.

His lips were timid against Salim's, little more than a delicate brush to test if the contact was welcome. Putting all of his trust in Salim again. He felt the older man's lips press back against the kiss, returning it. Jason shuddered and squeezed Salim's hand a little tighter. Their lips shaped against each other slowly and Jason shuddered again when Salim's other hand cupped his cheek. Jason moved his own hand to rest on the back of Salim's neck.

Jason lost all sense of time and space. All he knew was Salim's touch. The man's thumb brushed along Jason's jawline to his chin. The tingling in his body grew to a buzz that sent excited sparks following the wake of Salim's caress. Jason let out a whine and tried to angle his throat without breaking the kiss. He needed Salim to touch and create more of those delicious sparks.

“Jason.” Salim pulled out of their kiss but thankfully kept his hand in place. “You have far more courage than me, ameli. I never would have done that.” He moved his thumb just under Jason's bottom lip. “But that's why we're here, isn't it? So we can fight together against what we fear.”

“What are you scared of, Salim?” Jason wondered. The thumb was now moving down his neck and he tilted his head to offer more. It kept going down to Jason's collar, slipping under his shirt to caress the bone.

“I'm afraid of wanting something. Opening myself to the possibility.”

“I've been scared of that my whole goddamn life,” Jason sighed. He gently pushed his fingers up into Salim's hair. “I'm terrified right now, but I've got my sword.” Salim wet his lips, thumb sliding around to Jason's other shoulder.

“I have my shield,” Salim responded. He drew them close again to press a kiss on Jason's lips.

[widowshill]

THAT SOFT, COMFORTING VIBE. @coffeejerk said: “How about I make you something to eat, and you can tell me about it?” / for vicki!

❝ I don't even know where to start. ❞

SHE SMILES, RATHER SHEEPISHLY, taking comfort in the way those warm brown eyes glow like marshmallow-brimmed cocoa after a long afternoon in the endless snow, the sweep of soft bangs ever so imperfect with a few strands caught on the far side of her temple. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. the smell of hot coffee. warm bread in the stomach. a blanket around the shoulders, just in the way she talks to you, in the way she moves, delicate fingers that funnel a scalding pot into cool china to nourish and not to burn. her friendship with Sam Evans' daughter –– only a waitress, only a governess –– has brought her more trouble than she ever imagined it would or could, but she sits on the old stool anyway, elbows laid carelessly on the countertop (what poor manners!) as if she knows she'll be scolded for it. and maybe that's precisely what she wants to hear. earthly things, like tablemanners, elbows, food, dissectible, human. human. oh, she wants more of that, lately.

❝ yes I do. how about a grilled cheese? with lots of butter. ❞

Miss Winters shrugs off her coat –– that old London Fog she's still carting around, despite Carolyn's laments for her sartorial future –– and hangs it on the chairback. it's late, for a new customer ( they are technically, she believes, past closing ), but then that's no unfamiliar ritual by now. she settles in, peeling the paper from her straw, and twists it around in her fingers into ever-stranger shapes, until it all but disintegrates in her hands.

❝ Roger Collins has a new wife. ❞  

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 99.10

Tak starts off round 3.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

--

Greatest in the Galaxy Part 10

Pepito dumps half a gallon of milk down his throat, swiftly followed by half a box of sugary, marshmallow cereal. Excess dribbles down his chin, much to the disgust of his friends and everyone watching it on the TV.

“You’re disgusting,” Zim comments.

“Thanks,” Pepito grunts, wiping his mouth.

“You feeling better?” Squee asks.

“Much,” he replies, “I just needed some sleep and food and I’m back to one hundred percent.” “Some?” Dib scoffs, “you slept for twelve hours and ate every bit of food in the house.” “Still,” Pepito snarls, clenching his fists. “I hate that I lost to that self-important jerk face Irken. If I was at full power, or even half power, I could’ve beat him.”

“We couldn’t have predicted that you would go twice in a row,” Kio points out.

“But we can predict it this time,” Gaz retorts, “it’s happened twice now- to Dib then to Pepito. That can’t be a coincidence.”

“She’s right,” Tak agrees, “whoever plays the game today has to be prepared to do the battle too.”

“But why does this keep happening?” Shmoopy muses.

“Are we just unlucky?” Dib questions.

“I doubt it,” Squee grumbles. “I mean, we are, but I just don’t think that’s the reason.”

“Whatever the case, we have to break this tie with Irk,” Zim demands, “the only way we do that is by winning the game and the battle. So shape up, team. Let’s show Irk they can’t mess with Earth.”

Everyone else nods agreeably and leave the house to head to round 3.

The stadium is going wild with cheers as the team enter their sky box and Mic welcomes everyone back.

“Can’t I participate today? Please?” Dib begs, “I have to redeem myself.”

“I told you, Dib, your ribs are still too fragile,” Shmoopy insists.

“Ugh, this sucks,” he pouts, “Pepito got hurt yesterday and he’s well enough to play.”

“I’m not nearly as delicate as you, Dibby,” Pepito smirks.

“Let’s start round 3! What will the game be?”

Everyone watches as the holographic wheel spins through the games, landing on ‘Stuff Your Face’.

“Oh, this is a fun one folks! Players must eat selected foods from each participating planet. Whoever eats the most wins!”

“An eating contest?” Dib questions.

“Oooooh, that does sound fun,” Squee chimes, “I wanna do it.”

“No way, pick me!” Gaz exclaims, shoving him over.

“No, me!” Pepito snaps and shoves her.

The three of them push into each other as they watch the player wheels spin, hoping for their name to come up.

“And the players shall be...Mixa of Irk, Agil of Swif’el, Wrinch of Techon-03, Bikeps of Mus’ular, and Tak of Earth.”

“Awwww,” Gaz, Squee, and Pepito sigh with defeat.

“Finally,” Tak grins and leaps off the balcony. She lands perfectly in the arena and marches into the middle, where the rest of the players meet.

“We got another arena game today.” A section of the ground falls away and is quickly replaced with a large table holding different food or food-looking items. There’s also a large touchscreen displaying a wheel with five different words. “Our committee carefully selected one dish from each of the five competing planets that they feel best represent that planet. Each player must spin the wheel and eat at least one bite from the dish that comes up. Whoever can eat the most wins five points for their team!”

“What Earth food did they choose?” Dib asks as the Battalion struggle to read the words on the wheel.

“Tacos!” Zim exclaims.

“Tacos?” Gaz scoffs, “they feel that dish best represents Earth?”

“I agree,” Squee grins.

“We got a bigger problem,” Kio grunts, “they’re beef tacos.”

“Why is that a problem?” Pepito questions.

“Irkens can’t digest meat.”

“Ohhhh...”

The team look at Tak with worry, as she glares at the pile of steaming beef tacos on the table.

“Tak will burn her guts out!” Dib exclaims.

“Maybe we’ll be lucky and she won’t get tacos before everyone else drops out?” Shmoopy hopefully suggests.

“We’ve already established we’re unlucky,” Squee mutters.

“Let’s begin! Player order will be decided by the wheel!”

Everyone looks up at the holographic screen as it spins a wheel with the players’ names.

“Agil, Bikeps, Wrinch, Mixa, and Tak!”

“Tak’s last,” Dib observes.

“Good. Gives her more chances for the others to drop out,” Zim says.

Agil steps up to the table and spins the wheel of food on the screen. She watches it tensely until it stops on ‘nuts ‘n bolts’.

“Nuts and bolts?” Gaz questions.

“Like the trail mix snack?” Pepito asks, “another Earth food?’

“No, it’s Techon food,” Kio replies.

Agil grabs a plate of metal screws from the table, shuddering.

“They eat literal nuts and bolts?” Squee exclaims.

“Much of the Techon biology is actually made up of mechanical parts,” Zim explains, “they’re basically cyborgs.”

Wrinch licks his lips hungrily as Agil picks up a spoonful of screws and shoves them in her mouth. She swallows hard, gags and heaves, but manages to not spit it out and chokes it down. She puts the plate back on the table, rubbing her abdominal area as she backs away.

“Agil has managed to down one bite, which is the bare minimum. Next is Bikeps.”

The large muscular alien moves to spin the wheel, but as soon as he puts his finger on the screen, it cracks. “Oops.”

“Can we get another screen please?”

The table sinks back into the ground and swiftly returns with a new screen. Bikeps much more carefully touches it and spins the wheel. It lands on ‘Mus’le Bar’.

“Yes!” Bikeps cheers, grabs a plate of what looks like big, black brinks, and begins shovelling them into his mouth.

“Lucky for Bikeps, he landed on the Mus’ules delicacy, mus’le bar. This may be a while.”

As everyone watches him stuff his face, Mixa sidles up next to Tak.

“So, what’s your deal?” she asks, “you’re like an Irken cyborg? That’s not regulation.”

“It was the only way I could survive,” Tak replies, “with the help of my SIR unit, I repaired myself after my body took extensive damage from an explosion.”

“So why are you with another planet?”

“Because Irk abandoned me.”

Mixa flinches and looks at the surrounding cam-bots. “You can’t speak badly of Irk. The Tallest can hear you, you know.”

“The Tallest do not scare me,” Tak scoffs and grins into the camera.

In their lavish sky box, the Tallest both scowl with annoyance.

“Uppity defect,” Purple grunts.

“She’ll regret that in the battle round,” Red says.

When Bikeps has finally finished eating, he tosses the empty plate onto the table and backs away, smiling with satisfaction. Wrinch steps up next and spins the wheel. It lands on ‘Snack Stick’.

“Lucky,” Mixa and Tak both grunt as the little alien grabs the Irken food. He looks extremely nervous as he pulls a white stick out of its plastic container, extends his tongue, and licks it.

Wrinch gags and heaves with disgust, twitching and convulsing wildly, before collapsing in a heap.

“Oh! Wrinch’s body just couldn’t handle the Irken delicacy. He’s out!”

Mixa steps over the unconscious alien and spins the wheel. She lands on ‘Speed Dust’.

“Ecstacy?” Squee questions.

“Cocaine,” Pepito corrects him.

“Swif’el food,” Kio corrects them both.

Mixa picks up a plate of white powder.

“Are you sure? That looks suspiciously like crack,” Pepito says.

The Irken scoops up a handful of powder and dumps it in her mouth. She shudders with disgust but is otherwise fine and backs away. Tak steps up next.

“Okay, only the Techon got out this round so that’s one less to worry about,” Zim states, “as long as Tak doesn’t get tacos, we’ll be fine.”

She spins the wheel and it lands on tacos.

“Fuck,” the team sigh.

Tak eyes the plate of food with worry as she hesitantly picks it up.

“O-okay, well, who knows where they even got those tacos,” Squee says reassuringly. “I mean, Taco Hell doesn’t even use actual meat in their tacos.”

“She just needs to survive one bite,” Dib adds.

Tak picks up one of the meat filled shells, lifts it to her mouth, and takes a bite.

Before she can even start chewing, steam rises out of the corners of her lips, as if her mouth is literally on fire.

“Oooh that doesn’t look good,” Gaz comments.

The plate of tacos falls from her hands as Tak covers her mouth and forces herself to chew. Her face contorts painfully as she tries to swallow. Then she lurches, doubles over onto her hands and knees, and throws up brown and pink sludge.

“Oh!” her team exclaim.

“Tak is out! What is Earth food made of? This will definitely need a warning for our more sensitive viewers.”

Tak heaves and falls onto her back next to Wrinch, pink drool still oozing out of the corners of her mouth.

“I gotta go help her,” Shmoopy says and rushes down to the arena. The rest of the team continue watching as Agil takes her turn.

“Well, maybe the Irken won’t win,” Dib suggests hopefully.

After a few more rounds, Mixa is the last standing, after Agil and Bikeps couldn’t stomach what they had to eat. She picks up a snack stick and takes a celebratory lick.

“And Mixa takes the win, earning her team five points, putting Irk solely in first with 23 points! Irk is back on top.”

“As it should be,” Red grins with Purple in their sky box.

“Disgraceful,” Tak groans from where she’s lying on her stretcher in her team’s sky box. She grips her stomach painfully as Shmoopy attempts to wipe the ooze that is consistently leaking out of her mouth. “I’m too much of a disappointment to live. I’d end myself, but as I can’t move right now, one of you will have to do it.”

“Well, you tried your absolute best to eat it, so we can’t blame you for that,” Kio says reassuringly.

“I can,” Zim grunts and Pepito smacks the back of his head.

“The biggest issue is what comes next,” Dib points out.

“Time for the battle!”

“With how the last two rounds went, it’ll be me,” Tak says as she painfully sits up.

“No,” Squee grunts, glaring at the spinning wheels. “Make it me.”

One by one, the five wheels stop on the selected players. The Earth team wheel starts to slow on Tak’s name, then suddenly jumps to Squee’s.

“The players will be Zinather of Irk, Nimbel of Swif’el, Bo-olts of Techon-03, Peccs of Mus’ular, and Squee of Earth!”

“What?” the Tallest exclaim.

“Squee...” Zim gasps as the rest of his friends stare in shock. “What...did you do?”

Murderous rage almost radiates off Squee, the likes of which they’ve only seen from one other person, as he leaves the room. “I’m ending this now.”

Even the cam-bot keeps its distance as it follows Squee through the halls. On Earth, his friends watch him on the TV with concern.

“Squee is pissed,” Colton remarks.

“Of course he’s fucking pissed,” Devi snaps, “Dib and Pepito were both beaten by this Zinather jerk, and he’s in the battle again, for the third time. This smells rotten.”

“This is gonna be bad,” Johnny warns, “no matter who wins, it’s gonna be bad.”

[rubbcrhosemoved]

She hoped her gifts made it up towards the Heavens. A humble white basket was offered to a particular virtue: Charity. Inside as a necklace, ivory and gold threads of soft hemp carefully braided together held a pendant of an angel wing. Swirls of gold and pearlescent white colored the tiny sculpted feathers of the pendant. A tall bottle of homemade coffee syrup, flavored like toasted marshmallow and a kiss of warm spices, also rested inside the basket. A heart-shaped card made of gold paper could also be found and read: "Happy Valentine's Day, Charity! I hope it's something y'all celebrate up there, I also hope you like coffee. If not, I think the syrup I made can be pretty good on ice cream. Maybe? I hope! Anyway, I'm thinking of you and I want to thank you for our kindness. I appreciate it immensely. - Kero."

E V E N if you’re unsure how a gift could even reach Heaven, Charity doesn’t question it as he’s more than happy to receive anything especially when he’s more than used to being the one to give things away. The basket is handle with the utmost care, fingers delicately pulling each present out one by one. A sweet bell-like laugh escapes him as he holds his first gift up high to view better, his own wings emerging to beat against his back then stilling as he eventually calms down. He’s quick to unclasp the ruffles from his neck to try on the necklace, beaming a smile all the while as he can barely contain himself.

A S he turns over the bottle over in one hand, he opens up the card in the other and quietly reads the sweet words scrawled neatly on the paper to himself. So... Kerosene is the one that sent him these things? He must give something back! It would only be fair! But... What?

T A K I N G a seat the angel mulls over what would be the most ideal thing to give her; fingers lightly tapping against the bottle. While he’s yet to have coffee, maybe it’s something they can do and enjoy together... Perhaps the next time he sees her, they can arrange for such. It’d give him the perfect opportunity to also give her his gift of thanks as well.

@heavensxstray​

[literaticat]

Hello! You answered my question about chapter books recently and I REALLY appreciate it! You mentioned a series proposal, can you give me an example of what a series proposal for a chapter book series would look like? (Yes, it would be like Ivy and Bean!) I don't have an agent yet so I so appreciate your openness to answering questions!

A series proposal generally contains a paragraph that is a pitch for the series as a whole -- what it is about in an overarching way, to what audience it will appeal, etc.

Then a paragraph about the first book, and a few more ideas that could be a few lines or a paragraph each. At the end of the day, the whole thing would be about a page, and be something like this:

SERIES OVERVIEW: Tilda and Mac is a character-driven comedic chapter book series of about x-number of words each, for kids aged 7-10 who love DOG MAN and CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS. It's about two mismatched friends who hunt bad guys in an unfortunately glitchy spaceship called the Whiz that is shaped like a hot-dog cart and is outfitted with state of the art ketchup rays that only sometimes malfunction. Tilda is a genius engineer and the brains of the operation -- bumbling Mac can't help but get them into trouble with his clumsiness, but is a true-blue friend and what he lacks in balance, he makes up for in loyalty and bravery. Together, they make a perfect team!

BOOK 1: HOT DOGS IN SPACE! Tilda and Mac, the crime-fighting heroes, contend with Doctor Dementroid, a bad guy who is intent on stealing all the hot dogs in the universe, and not even their ketchup rays can seem to stop him. But when Mac trips over a box and unleashes a space-genie, he inadvertently gets a clue that might stop the Doctor's high cholesterol evil-doing forever!

BOOK 2: MUSTARD SHOWDOWN! Tilda and Mac's spaceship, the Whiz, breaks down and sends them through a wormhole to Earth. Specifically, to Tombstone, Arizona, in old-West times. They'll need all their wits about them as they cross paths with the greatest outlaw in the land: Billy the Bib, a giant baby who eats his enemies and has meddling space-varmints on his menu!

BOOK 3: REINDEER GAMES! Tilda and Mac's busted spaceship has sent them through another wormhole -- this time, to the North Pole! It's almost Christmas, but it isn't holly-jolly at all -- Santa is no Saint, but rather a meglomaniacal billionaire who, along with his reindeer henchmen, is cruel to his elven employees and is ruining the delicate arctic ecosystem with his factories! Tilda and Mac unionize the elves and, with the help of their new pal Rudolph, shut down Santa's rein-deer of terror for good!

More possibilities for books in the Tilda and Mac series include TILDA AND MAC vs SHERLOCK BONES, set in Victorian London; TILDA AND MAC: MARTIAN MARSHMALLOWS, set in a little-known candy factory on Mars, and TILDA AND MAC ON BROADWAY, in which our heroes are sent to NYC circa 1928, where they must infiltrate the Ziegfield Follies.

[sucromagia]

➜ CANDY-THEMED MAGICAL GIRL IDEAS!

🌈Headwear:

candy cane striped headband with oversized lollipop accents

marshmallow-inspired fluffy beret adorned with gummy bear charms

cupcake tiara featuring frosting swirls and candy gemstones

cotton candy-colored bonnet with ribbon ties and sprinkles

jellybean-themed crown with sparkling sugar crystal

🍭Scarves:

fluffy cotton candy-colored scarf with shimmering sugar crystals woven throughout

rainbow-striped scarf resembling licorice twists, adorned with miniature candy charms

pastel macaron-themed scarf featuring embroidered candy motifs like lollipops and gummy bears

bubblegum pink scarf with oversized candy buttons along the edges

mint green scarf with iridescent threads

🍡Attires:

bubblegum pink dress with a skirt resembling layers of cotton candy

mint green bodysuit with candy buttons and licorice lacing

rainbow-striped kimono with candy wrapper patterns and candy bead details

jelly-filled transparent gown with swirling candy motifs

glittering pastel jumpsuit with holographic candy wrappers

🍬Gloves:

jellybean-themed fingerless gloves with candy buttons

marshmallow-textured arm-length gloves with candy-colored swirls

gummy bear-shaped gauntlets with sugar crystal details

bubblegum pink gloves with candy heart motifs

licorice-patterned cybernetic gloves with glowing candy symbols

🍰Boots:

cupcake-inspired boots with icing-like details and candy cane heels

candy wrapper-printed knee-high boots with candy charm accents

rainbow-colored sneakers with gummy sole inserts

ice cream cone heels with sprinkle designs

transparent boots filled with glittering candy confetti

🥞Socks:

knee-high socks in a swirl of cotton candy colors—pink, blue, and lavender

candy cane-striped stockings with glittering sugar crystals

sheer socks with jelly bean patterns and tiny bows at the ankles

marshmallow-inspired fluffy socks in soft pastel hues

polka-dot socks in vibrant candy colors of lemon yellow, lime green, and raspberry red

🍓Capes:

rainbow-colored cape with candy-shaped appliqués and sparkling sugar

marshmallow cloud cape with rainbow-colored trimmings

candy-wrapper capelet with shimmering candy confetti lining

jellybean-patterned hooded cape with gumdrop accents

bubblegum pink cape with oversized candy buttons

🎀Belts:

licorice rope belt with gumdrop-shaped buckle in assorted colors

candy wrapper-inspired belt with metallic foil accents and candy wrapper patterns

rainbow-colored belt with oversized lollipop buckle

bubblegum pink belt adorned with miniature candy heart charms

sugar-coated belt in shades of caramel and toffee, sprinkled with edible glitter

🍯Pins:

enamel pin depicting a miniature candy castle with sugary turrets

candy heart-shaped brooch with twinkling gemstone details

crystal-encrusted pin shaped like a swirling lollipop

donut-shaped pin with frosting and sprinkles

licorice ribbon pin adorned with candy charms

🍫Jewelry:

candy-themed charm bracelet adorned with miniature candy replicas

gummy bear-shaped earrings with colorful gemstone centers

licorice rope choker with a candy heart pendant

candy cane-inspired ring with swirling peppermint design

marshmallow bangle bracelet with sugary crystal embellishments

🍨Items:

sugar cookie spell book with frosting-like pages

enchanted candy compass that guides by scen.

potion vials filled with shimmering liquid candy

lollipop wand with swirls of enchanted sugar

chocolate wand with candy sprinkles embedded inside

🍩Masks:

festive mask adorned with candy-striped feathers and gemstone accents

mask decorated with candy beads and chocolate swirls

lace mask featuring lollipop-shaped cutouts and sugary embellishments

pixie-style mask with peppermint swirls and delicate candy crystals

mask covered in shimmering gumdrops and twinkling stars

🍪Staff:

candy cane staff topped with a glowing gumdrop

crystal staff with candy-themed engravings and a giant lollipop at the tip

marshmallow-topped scepter with swirling candy patterns

licorice wand adorned with sparkling candy gems

macaron-themed staff with candy ribbon streamer

🎂Glasses:

candy-colored heart-shaped sunglasses with sugar crystal frames

lollipop-inspired spectacles with candy swirl temples

marshmallow-textured goggles with candy bead accents

cupcake-shaped glasses with frosting details

rainbow lensed glasses with candy sprinkle pattern

🌠Powers:

ability to control and manipulate sugar in various forms such as turning it into barriers, projectiles, or creating sweet illusions

hurling explosive jellybeans that burst on impact, releasing colorful, sticky goo that can immobilize foes

manipulating long, flexible licorice whips that can be used for precise attacks or to grab objects from a distance

manifesting sticky caramel chains that can restrain opponents or create barriers to protect allies

summoning a giant, spinning lollipop staff that can be used for melee combat or as a projectile weapon

channeling bursts of super-speed and agility fueled by self-commanded sugar rushes

causing a rain of sugary candy drops that can heal allies or enhance their strength temporarily

ability to create explosive bursts of colorful jellybeans that can disorient enemies or create sudden barriers

power to summon and control fluffy cotton candy clouds that can be used for transportation, concealment, or distraction

launching a volley of explosive jawbreakers that detonate on impact, creating dazzling bursts of color

sending out rippling waves of colorful candy energy that can cleanse corruption or restore balance

emitting a mint-scented mist that revitalizes allies and disorients opponents

manipulating prismatic candy shards to create illusions and deflect incoming spells or attacks

throwing explosive cherry bombs that detonate on impact

constructing sturdy hexagonal honeycomb barriers that can absorb and dissipate incoming energy attacks

🪐Pets:

a fluffy bunny made of cotton candy, with pastel-colored fur and sparkling sugar eyes, and it can hop on clouds of candyfloss and has the ability to create sweet illusions.

a winged colt with peppermint-striped wings and hooves. It can gallop through the air and create peppermint gusts.

a ferret with licorice-patterned fur and a bitter scent. It is agile and can use its licorice magic to manipulate shadows and illusions.

a tiny winged creature resembling a sparkling sugar crystal. It can fly swiftly and assist in reconnaissance or delivering messages.

a small dragon-like creature covered in soft marshmallow scales. It can breathe warm, marshmallow-scented air and has the ability to create sweet-smelling fog.

an owl with vibrant candy corn-colored feathers. It has keen eyesight and can summon gusts of candy-scented wind.

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5 Simple Statements About best squishmallows Explained

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Hibiscus Flower Meaning and Symbolism

Hibiscus flowers are one of the most recognizable and beloved tropical flowers in the world. They have a vibrant and colorful appearance that can brighten up any garden or bouquet. But did you know that hibiscus flowers also have a rich and diverse meaning and symbolism in different cultures and contexts? In this article, I will tell you everything you need to know about this amazing flower.

Hibiscus Flower Meaning

The hibiscus flower has many different meanings depending on the color, the type, and the situation. Some of the most common meanings are: - Happiness: Hibiscus flowers are often associated with happiness and joy, as they symbolize the sun and its warmth. They can also represent positive emotions, such as optimism, cheerfulness, and enthusiasm. - Femininity: Hibiscus flowers are considered a very feminine flower, as they have a delicate and graceful shape and a sweet fragrance. They can represent women, beauty, elegance, and charm. They can also symbolize motherhood, fertility, and romance. - Good luck: Hibiscus flowers are believed to bring good luck and fortune to those who wear or receive them. They can also represent success, prosperity, and abundance. They can be used as a talisman or a gift to wish someone well. - Beauty: Hibiscus flowers are admired for their beauty and attractiveness, as they have a stunning and exotic look. They can represent physical beauty, as well as inner beauty, such as kindness, honesty, and integrity.

How Did Hibiscus Get Its Name?

The name “hibiscus” comes from the Latin word “hibiscum,” which means “mallow.” This is because the hibiscus flower belongs to the mallow family, which includes other plants such as cotton, okra, and marshmallow. The hibiscus flower is also known by other names, such as rose mallow, rose of Sharon, and Chinese rose.

What Does Hibiscus Symbolize?

The hibiscus flower has a lot of symbolism in different cultures and regions. Here are some examples: - In Hawaii, the hibiscus is the state flower and is often used in traditional lei-making. It symbolizes hospitality, respect, and aloha, which means love, compassion, and peace. The yellow hibiscus is the official state flower, while the red hibiscus is the unofficial state flower. The red hibiscus also symbolizes passion, desire, and romance. - In China, the hibiscus is a symbol of fame, glory, and wealth. It is often used in paintings and decorations to express the idea of prosperity and success. The hibiscus is also associated with the goddess Kuan Yin, who is the goddess of mercy and compassion. - In India, the hibiscus is a sacred flower that is used in religious ceremonies and rituals. It is dedicated to the goddess Kali, who is the goddess of destruction and transformation. The hibiscus symbolizes the power of life and death, as well as the cycle of rebirth and renewal. - In Korea, the hibiscus is a symbol of immortality and eternity. It is often planted near graves and tombs to honor the ancestors and to wish them a long and happy afterlife. The hibiscus is also a symbol of loyalty and patriotism, as it is the national flower of South Korea. - In Malaysia, the hibiscus is a symbol of unity and diversity. It is the national flower of Malaysia and is featured on the coat of arms and the flag. The hibiscus represents the harmony and cooperation among the different ethnic groups and religions in the country.

Hibiscus Color Meaning

The hibiscus flower comes in a variety of colors, each with its own meaning and symbolism. Here is a table that summarizes the meanings of some common colors of hibiscus flowers: ColorMeaningRed hibiscus flower meaning:Passion, desire, romance, lovePink hibiscus flower symbolizesFriendship, admiration, femininity, compassionYellow hibiscus flower meaningsHappiness, joy, sunshine, optimismOrange hibiscus flower symbolizesEnergy, enthusiasm, creativity, confidencePurple hibiscus flower meaningRoyalty, nobility, elegance, mysteryWhite hibiscus flower meaningPurity, innocence, spirituality, sincerity

What does red hibiscus mean in love? In various cultures, the red hibiscus flower is commonly linked to love, passion, and romance, much like the symbolic significance of orchids. Its vivid red hue signifies profound emotions, deep affection, and desire, making the exchange of red hibiscus or orchid flowers meaning to express messages of love and longing. In some traditions, the red hibiscus is used as a symbol of love and to express romantic feelings towards someone special. It can be gifted to a romantic partner to show admiration, express passionate love, or celebrate a romantic relationship. However, the interpretation of flower symbolism can vary across different cultures and individuals. While red hibiscus generally signifies love and passion, the specific meaning attached to it might differ based on personal experiences, cultural beliefs, and traditions. As you can see, there is a hibiscus flower for every occasion and every person. You can choose the one that best suits your message and your relationship with the recipient. If you want to learn more about the different colors of flowers and their meanings, you can visit the section on the flowerflood.com website. Read the full article