Currently being sent every plague imaginable (I've been sick for a week which is longer than I've been sick in years, so I am in fact dying a slow death), but still working on some goods! Preview mockup for the submas acrylic standee featuring my good friend angst.
a soft place to land
part 7 of the cottagecore series
Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || G || 5k || Complete
Alternate Universe - Medieval, Domestic Fluff, Old Married Couple, Injury Recovery, Hedgewitch!Hob, Fae!Dream of the Endless, Warning: Hob Gadling's Dad Jokes
Dream and Hob, healing slowly, in their cottage in the woods.
[A series of hurt/comfort and fluffy vignettes about their life post-wolf heart. First up, a very important origin story for a very important member of the family.]
“But a part,” Dream says, “is not a measurement.”
“Well. No, it's not, that’s just—” Hob has never actually had to verbally direct the process of baking, let alone explain the maths behind it. “It means that if you use one cup of water, you use two cups of flour. That’s all.”
“Yes, I am aware of the concept of ratios, Hob,” Dream says impatiently. “My question is regarding quantities.”
Hob, personally, has never even heard the word ratio before, but he also doesn't care to invite a lecture about whatever higher mathematics had been included as a part of Dream's royal education. They have other priorities right now.
“I mean, a lot less than a cup?” Hob shifts a little in the bed, leaning past Dream to size up the sack of flour sitting on the table, amongst the other goods they had purchased from Lucienne earlier today. “It takes a week or two to get a starter going, and half of what you make will get dumped. No point in wasting ingredients. Start small.”
Dream holds up a fingertip questioningly.
“Not that small.”
Two fingertips.
Hob shakes his head. “No, you’ve got to have enough to actually use, in the end. Think, like, a handful.”
“A handful,” Dream repeats.
“Yeah, I don’t know.” Hob mimes grabbing a fistful of air. “Like this for the flour. Two of those. Then—” He cups his hands together. “—maybe one of these for the water?”
“Your confidence is most reassuring,” Dream informs him.
All shop orders shipped out Friday, so those should be coming to you this week!
Layton charms preorders will be closed for now! They won't be put into production, but I'll likely open up preorders for them again later this or next year!
Lastly I'll be setting up stock for the Reuniclus charms, and preorders for the standees and ice type sticker sheet on Friday the 8th! Which also happens to be my birthday, so I'll also be running a small sale on some in-stock items to celebrate!
Imagine he's drinking like that one hand on your thigh feeling up your pink dress
The one handed driving…. Lord he’s so fine 😭 he’s ruining all men for me bc who will ever compare to the Yang Jeongin <33
You two were supposed to go out for your date! He put on a nice sweater and you wore your cute pink sundress, one that was flowy and sheer enough to make out the outline of everything going on underneath. When he saw you in that dress he almost cancelled the entire date because he had to have you right then and there— but decided against it when he saw how happy you were to go out with him. But those nasty little perverted thoughts of his never left his mind….
As the two of you drove to the nearby park Jeongin couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way your thighs smashed against the seat. How your tummy was hugged so cutely by the fabric of your dress, your nicely manicured hands placed at the top of your thighs. The French tips pressing into your skin; he bit his lip, thinking about how it would feel it instead of your hands they were his!!! So Jeongin places his free hand on your cute thigh, not even making you bat an eye. Until another minute passed and his fingers were creeping up higher and higher, tickling the edge of your dress, staring hard at the road ahead. You glanced between his hand and his gorgeous face, eyes wide and cheeks flushed already from his nimble touches. You’d say his name once, the pitch of your voice soft and a bit shaky, making his eyes flicker your way briefly, a small smile on his lips a bit too innocent.
“What’s the matter?” Jeongin asked, his voice a touch deeper than you were used to. His little game of inching up your thigh was driving you mad and increasingly wet.
“Stop messing a-around…” You would bite your lip as his middle finger brushed under your dress and in a stripe up the center of your panties. He’d smirk at the heat and the soft dampness of the fabric.
“I think you like it though?” Jeongin would tilt his head at you, lopsided grin on his pink lips. The rest of the ride to the park he’d spend with his fingers enveloped in your sticky pink folds, enjoying your whimpers and whines, “Sorry, baby, just look too pretty to resist!” <33