#octopus tea party

[scribble-kitti]

HAPPY MERMAID SEASON YALL!! <3

As always, make sure to have a snack & get some water!! <3

[starsandarrow]

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[elliottnotyet]

Octopus tea party

[Image ID: Blue octopus on a wooden table with a bowtie and a top hat holding (left to right) brandy, cookies, a tea pot, a tea cup, a pitcher of cream, a spoon, a sugar bowl, and cucumber sandwiches. In front of it is a saucer, pepper, and a spilled salt shaker. Three piles of cards are on the left and toy dinosaurs on the right. End ID]

[nickyrollings-art]

A kraken cuppa tea

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[dgttwisted]

-Ding dong-

Taking up the entirety of the doorframe, Tidus had to lean down to enter the party. Behind him, he'd completely eclipsed the presence of Albert. With the Whale Shark in his Octavinelle uniform, and Al in his 'Pentergeist' uniform, They both quickly offered a hand in setting the table, final preparations or anything Lilith might need UvU

With them, Tidus brought a Coral Sea blend of tea-it's sweet, if a little salty (similar to how people put salt on watermelon). Albert in turn brought a little extra rose syrup from the batch he'd made Riddle a while back. If not that, honey is both sweet and good for allergies (depending on where you get it).

@the-trinket-witch @eternal-servants-of-old

Lilith was looking up wide eyed though not because of the height but because they brought treats to. she practically skipped to Quinn "Quinn look look!!!" she points over at them "they brought sweets to!"

"can i drink that syrup now?" grim asks drooling

"no!" Lilith says huffy at him for even suggesting that

Quinn politely smiled before taking there things off there hands so he could go prepare it for them.

Lilith held there hands to take them to the tea room "normally we use the chairs but i think you both would be comfier in the big beanie chairs that i let hornton an Matilda sit in when they're over sense they're tall like you guys are!" she slide's the chairs out of the way to scoot said beanie's over for them to sit.

by the time they were done with that debacle Quinn returned with the tea they had brought in a rather unique tea set. "i belive this will match the theme of this evening"

Quinn brought this tea set out as soon as he was handed the Coral Sea blend of tea he knew it would help with the aesthetic but also he loved seeing there surprised faces including Lilith who didn't know he had more then one set up his sleeve.

"Thank you Q-.....butler!" she just wants to say his name but they're playing pretend she needs to be in charcter!

Quinn smiles as he pours them there cups gives grim extra sugar so hopefully he won't try to steal the guests meals.

"the syrup smells like roses you sure that this is edible?" Grim gripes but he intends on eating it regardless of the answer.

"i love the taste of the tea you brought i've never had anything like it before thank you!" Lilith after all loves to try new things

Tides an Albert's tea set for the evening

[1wngdngl]

It's been kinda crazy the last few weeks with my birthday, Thanksgiving, etc. So here's some stuff I meant to post sooner 😅

First, there was the comic con in my town on the weekend of November 11-13. I spent my first day there getting all my shopping out of the way so I could spend Day 2 on attending panels. We even had the Nostalgia Critic pay a visit and do a live riff of Batman and Robin! I also spent way too much money, but at least I mostly got Lego figures and little fridge magnets so they don't take up (too) much space.

Actually, the little NWH Doc Ock figure on the far right - the Cosbi Hot Toys version - was not from the convention, but bought on eBay from Japan, since it's apparently a rare find in the US. I saw it on a few other blogs and decided I had to snag it before it was discontinued 😍

My birthday was also a week ago, and that was likewise much fun. We had a homemade "high tea" and watched the BBC Pride and Prejudice, Doctor Who, Sherlock, and the Great British Baking Show.

Maybe my most unusual gift was a Japanese-language translation of Pride and Prejudice. I've been trying to get back into learning the language, and I've been using the fun "renshuu" app a lot for that purpose. The book is sort of a goal to work toward - when my Japanese gets to the point that I can accurately analyze the differences between the original and translated copies, then I'll be pretty happy. (And then there's my Japanese translation of The Hobbit to work on after that...)

I also had fun playing the Lord of the Rings "Exit" game over Thanksgiving. We've done several of these games as a family - it's not /quite/ the same as a real-life escape room, but it's the next best thing.

Okay, I think that's most of the recent stuff. I'm sure Christmas will produce a few more posts.

Gotta go check out a few video games now before the Cyber Monday sales are over 😁

[merakiui]

OHSHC AU where reader breaks a precious arrifact from one of the dorms maybe all but instead of repaying the huggeeee debt with hours of labour she has to pay with her body and can’t refuse :)

every kink in the book is used as she’s pleading with the dorm leaders for mercy, crying about forgiveness but all they can hear is that her mouth is very wide open and needs to be replaced with a cock or gag </3 poor reader doesn’t have time to take birth control! and none of the students at nrc know what condoms are oopsies!! imagine savanaclaw in their heat … oh boy rip her pussy! she’ll never know a peaceful day until graduation but even then one of the dorm leaders might take her with them to spend forever with them

Omg yes,,, ohshc au, but it's freaky and full of sex because those scheming boys now have a girl in their debt and that opens so many possibilities. Their methods in dealing with you would all be different, of course, but in the end you're probably getting dicked down either way. <3

I think Riddle's punishments are probably more old-fashioned. If you can't fix whatever it is you broke, then you will write lines stating that you will be more careful, that you won't break anything again, etc. Or he'll make you write an essay detailing why exactly you're sorry, why you ought to be forgiven, etc. T_T really, these are just punishments his own mother gave to him in order to push him to do better in his studies. Riddle doesn't know any better.

He thinks differently when someone like Ace or Cater offhandedly and jokingly remarks how unlucky you must feel. Good thing their Housewarden isn't some pervert, otherwise he could totally force you to give him blowjobs whenever he wanted all under the guise of "repaying your debt." Riddle is appalled. He would never stoop so low! This is Heartslabyul, not Octavinelle. >:( still, the basic concept is just a little appealing. So maybe he's got a small crush on you, and maybe it would be easier to get you to spend time with him if you had no other choice. He makes you join him for tea parties in the gardens, for games of croquet, etc. His hope is that you'll warm up to him and not feel so rigid around him. orz

Leona probably doesn't care as much about the artifact as someone like Riddle might. It has no sentimental value to him personally, so why should he be worried? Besides, it was pretty old anyway. But that doesn't mean you can get off completely innocent. You're the reason he's got more work on his plate now, what with having to deal with the Headmage squawking at him about it. He allows you to choose between two punishments: either you become Savanaclaw's errand girl and do much the same work Ruggie does around the dorm, or you spend every night literally warming his bed (i.e. let him use you as a pillow if you're going to be good and still and quiet). If you want an easy way out, you'll choose the latter. Besides, his bed is comfortable, big enough for two. And as long as you aren't a pain, he doesn't mind. (You are definitely going to be warming his bed in other ways. The innuendo in his words is not lost on Leona.)

Azul...... of course he's slimy and sleazy about it. Oh, you poor soul. How is he ever going to get over this dear, priceless artifact that you have so carelessly broke? Jade is there to oh-so-helpfully inform you of its market price and what it could currently go for if sold. And Floyd's there to poke fun at the unfortunate predicament you've found yourself in. But Azul is a resourceful octopus. He makes a grand show of contemplating what he should do with you just to watch you squirm nervously, as if he hasn't already planned it out from the very beginning. He'll capitalize on your being a girl and have you work the floor in the lounge. There's always an increase in tips and sales when you're serving the customers, and why wouldn't there be? A cute, helpless girl in a school full of boys is an appealing sight.

He's irritating, but he isn't callous! Jade and Floyd are there to look out for you in case any of the patrons get it in their heads that they ought to appreciate you through touch instead of simply staring. Your uniforms change with every new event Mostro Lounge holds. Azul knows his target audience well because he also fits into that same group LOL. So maybe the sight of you in frilly uniforms is appealing. Sue him. >_< he wants you so badly, and luckily (with you being indebted to him) he has you all to himself. :) after hours are a very fun time at the lounge.

Kalim doesn't see what the issue is. He's not mad, so please don't cry!!! 🥺 you'll make him cry if you're not happy... Jamil is just about ready to pass out while he calculates just how bad this is. And here Kalim is, not caring in the slightest! T_T but Kalim is more sympathetic towards you, not the vase you broke. Besides, he can just get another one. :D no harm done at all! There really isn't any punishment to be had. If you insist on repaying your debt, Kalim tells you it's all water under the bridge.

Jamil is the only one who insists this is a good idea, and if Jamil thinks it's fine then Kalim agrees. So now you're sort of,,, there in Scarabia. Jamil puts you to work when Kalim isn't around, but when Kalim is there he spoils you rotten. The complete opposite of a punishment. There's definitely dubious shadows to this, though. For all of the delicious foods and alcohol you consume, you wake with hazy memories, only ever recalling you looked into the eyes of...something before you fell. Was it a snake? Maybe... but Kalim is always there in the morning to smother you in affection, so maybe it's not so bad.

You are Vil's newest pet project. He goes in with metaphorical fork and knife and cuts into you with his criticism, all of which is completely valid. You were clumsy when you broke that artifact. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings. You were completely oblivious, so in your own world. Epel would feel bad for you, but finally he gets to relax just a little bit now that Vil's eyes are mostly off of him and centered on you. Vil is going to put you through a reformation of sorts. You will come out of it your best, most elegant self! A wonderful improvement from your earlier carelessness. Only then will he forgive your previous transgression.

You and Vil get on like oil and water. That is, you don't mix at all. You are subjected to curses left and right because Vil is so strict. Suddenly, you can't eat certain foods and if you try to sneak them you find they've all been cursed (courtesy of Vil). If you try to slack on the work he has you do, even when you know he's not around, somehow word gets back to Vil. That creepy hunter always seems to know everything you do even when you're alone. It's troubling. Vil likes to think his heart is an iron fortress, so it's impossible to fathom when he falls for you first (and so hopelessly, at that)!

Idia doesn't put as much value in that artifact as he does in his own anime collection. If you broke something from his collection that was limited edition, he'd be far more upset (and then proceed to pull out the second one he got as back-up for this very specific moment). But this is an easy fix, really. He has the technology to make it good as new and, if that can't be done, he can always build a new one. Upgrades are important and necessary in some cases, especially when things get too outdated. It's a little awkward having a real 3D girl in his room all the time, though. >_< kick his ass in the twst equivalent of Smash and he's looking at you in a completely different light (hearing you trash talk him is so arousing; he's never been more hard).

Let's say the thing you broke in this case was a gargoyle. You're not sure how it happened, but it's headless now and Malleus is just staring silently at you. You can't read the emotions on his face, but with the way Sebek is shouting at you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness you think you're about to be burnt to a crisp. It's so uneasy and awkward, and all you can do is apologize profusely, insisting you didn't mean to break it. It's Lilia who comes to your rescue: "Now, now, Malleus. You'll scare the poor child if you keep frowning so. Mistakes happen, do they not?" Silver also comes to your aid, adding that it wasn't your intention to break this gargoyle. It was an accident.

So now here you are, the second member of the Gargoyle Studies Club, accompanying Malleus for club activities while he teaches you all about gargoyles so that you can gain a better appreciation for them. It was Lilia's idea in the first place. He is Malleus's unofficial wingman. One way or another, you're going to find yourself alone in the woods with Malleus while Lilia is in the bushes belting out "romantic" love ballads from the old ages. T_T someone put peepaw to bed... at the very least, it lessens the awkward tension between you and Malleus, and it even gets the both of you laughing.

[jester-lover]

Boys Don't Cry

comforting your boy when he needs it the most (part 1)

cw- angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, body insecurities, mortality, discussions of depression, unbearably sweet

Riddle

Riddle tried to wipe his face with the edges of his bedspread, everything was going wrong. Ace and Deuce ruined his tea party, half of his guests didn’t show up, and he spilled tea all over himself. 

If his mother was here, she’d mock him for his emotion, his insolence and inability to keep his composure.

 His lower lip quivered, and he broke out into sobs again. 

The worst part of it all, however, was that you were there. You saw how he lost his temper and yelled at the freshmen, losing all of his gentlemanly composure.

He turned around and faced the long mirror against his dresser, his face was red and swollen with tears, and his nice new shirt was ruined. 

He felt like a fool.

Riddle got up out of bed, looking to go speak with Trey about further action, when he saw you standing in the doorway, a soft smile on your face. His tears bubbled up again.

“I’m so so s-sorry I didn’t mean for-”

You leaned in closer and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms found their place against your waist.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault, you have nothing to apologize for.”

His sobs were muffled by the shoulder of your shirt, as you kissed his hairline and rubbed his back.

“Let it all out Riddle, cry as much as you need to, I’ll be here.”

His tears quelled as your hands moved up to brush against his hair. His arms against your waist tightened.

Leona 

Leona looked out the big window in his room, he slowly undid the braids in his hair, taking deep unordered breaths.

His brother had sent a letter again, asking for him to return for a visit over summer. Deep down, Leona knew Farena had good intentions, but the idea of returning to the palace made bile rise up his throat. 

He reached for the hairbrush on his side, only to realize tears had begun blurring his vision. 

Leona couldn’t understand why he hated his brother, who had only been kind with him. Maybe it was the press constantly comparing the two of them, or the sense of inferiority he felt around him. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. He didn't want to see Farena, not when he’s finally beginning to feel content.

The tears began rolling down, and Leona wiped them off furiously. His hands were shaking and he dropped the brush back onto his bed. His shoulders shook too.

“Leona.”

His head snapped toward the door, you stood there, still and frowning. He just stared at you.

“Do you need some help with your hair?”

Leona nodded, his head down, hoping you wouldn't see the tear tracks on his face. You moved to kneel on the bed beside him, breath touching his ear. Slowly, you untangled the knots along his nape, slowly adjusting to move near his forehead, keeping your hand steady,as to not to catch a knot too fast. Leona continued to stare outside, into the falling sun. He was thinking again. 

Slowly, after you finished with his hair, you wrapped your arms around his still shoulders. He brought one of his hands to rub your arm, leaning back against your touch.

“You deserve more than this.”

His words have a sense of tiredness to them, like he’s been meaning to say them for a while.

“I’ve got everything I need, everything I could ever want.”

You can see his reflection in the glass, his smile.

Azul

The door of his office slammed shut, Azul looked at himself with disdain, breaking apart all the points of himself he didn’t like.

 The silence of his sanctuary helped him think back, to all those moments as a chubby little octopus. His thoughts turned to the stretch marks on his back and hips, and he went to go sit at his desk.

 Moments of self hatred had slowly dissipated as his career and reputation grew, but deep inside he knew he’d always be that little boy, crying his inky tears. 

He put his head in his hands. No tears came, only thoughts swirled around his head.

“Azul, would you like to help me solve this?”

You stood by the end of his desk, he didn't notice you come in, and he raised his head up to look at you. You held a small wood puzzle in your hand.

His stupid self hatred disappeared, and a feeling of warm fuzziness rose in his chest. His regular charisma returned.

“Of course I would.”

Vil

A crumpled mass of magazines littered the floor of Vil’s room, he was hunched over his vanity in a display that ashamed him. 

A new poll was entered into his favorite fashion magazine, pitting him and Neige against each other. 

Niege had won by a landslide.

Vil’s mascara ran down his cheeks, he wished you were there to comfort him, but you were busy doing whatever Crowley had planned for you. He was proud of your hard work of course, but as he desperately wiped his makeup away with cleanser, he knew he needed you by his side. 

knock knock

“U-um please wait a moment, I need to recuperate myself.”

The last thing he needed was an annoying freshman or nosy sophomore disrupting him.

“Vil, dear it's just me, could you please open the door?”

He rose out of his chair in a hurry, reaching for the door and pulling it open, quickly shutting it after you.

At this point his shoulders were heaving, and his breathing was uneven as his hands curled at his shirt, digging back into his palms. 

“Hey, hey Vil, it’s gonna be fine, it’ll all be fine.”

He reached for you quickly, pulling you against his chest, brushing his hands against your head, his other wrapped snugly around your waist. He was silent.

“What happened, Vil?”

He turned his red face towards you, grasping your face in his hands, and pressing your foreheads together until his breathing slowly turned normal again.

“I don’t know, maybe- maybe this was the final straw, I’ve just had a terrible week and now my runway shoot is delayed and I think they might drop me-”

His sobbing started up again, and he went back to hugging you, head pressed firmly into your shoulder. 

“I understand, Vil, feeling like the world is turning its back on you.”

Your fingers brushed his back, and his hands loosened.

“Around me, you're free to do whatever you need, I can never see you in a negative light.”

Vil beamed.

Idia

Idia felt himself weasel his head out of the thick bed sheets, his messy hair clearly not cared for. There was knocking on his door, and he quickly looked at the security cameras. 

It was you, looking as radiant as the sun. He looked down at his pajamas.

Slowly he opened the door, and you gave him a hug and littered kisses all over his face.

He turned a little red, and looked at the ground. By this point, he would have asked to play a game or watch an anime, but he was silent.

“Hey, Idia, are you okay? Is something wrong?”

He smiled a little at how quickly you could read his mood. Your hand moved up and grasped the side of his jaw.

“Don’t you ever want a more adventurous boyfriend?”

You looked at him with a puzzled look on your face, mouth slowly turning into a frown.

“I much prefer you, Idia.”

His face fell, tears beaded at his eyes as your second hand came up to cup his face.

Idia felt like a tall child.

“You could have anyone.”

His voice was quiet and still.

“But I only want you.”

Idia leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

Malleus

The cool night air kissed malleus’s skin as he waited for you to come out of Ramshackle. He watched you slip out of the door and come up to him, pressing a kiss against his hand. 

The only thing Malleus saw was the large bandage on your cheek. He grazed the spot with the back of his fingers.

“Child of man, what happened here?”

You laughed and grasped his hand. 

“I was walking through the forest looking for clean branches for the fireplace, and I tripped over a root.”

Malleus thought for a second, a fall of that nature wouldn't even phase him, he would probably not even fall in the first place with his natural grace.

For you however, such an incident would leave a permanent scar, he wouldn't like to think about what would have happened if you had hit your head, alone in those unforgiving woods.

Flashes of fear ran through his head, regarding your mortality and human clumsiness. 

He went quiet, even more than usual, and squeezed your hand.

Malleus knew that one day you’d leave him, grow older and slip through his fingertips like the wind. Normally he ignored such thoughts, choosing to spend every hour cherishing you, but now a sense of dread filled him and he felt weak to the power of natural order. Suddenly he turned around, giving you a firm hug around the shoulders. 

“Malleus, what’s up, are you okay?”

He kissed your head, leaning down to look at you.

“Do you ever think of your mortality?”

He could see the wires turn in your head, and you gave him a sweet smile.

“Sometimes, but then I remember how happy I am, spending all of my days with you.”

His eyes closed for a moment, before opening again.

“Your life is fickle, short, and the most valuable thing in my world.”

He parted from your embrace.

“I wish to make your life as enjoyable as possible, especially as you rule by my side.”

Malleus saw tears brimming in your eyes. He smiled.

“Your life will be spent laughing and smiling, but after it ends I will spend forever yearning for you.”

The tears fell as you leaned against him.

“I will love you until my last breath, Malleus.”

“And I will too, Child of Man.”

Sebek

“How annoying can he get?”

“Someone doesn't understand noise control.”

“Stay away from him, he’ll make your ears hurt.”

Sebek had grown used to ignoring the lingering words he heard in the halls, and he held his head up high. No matter how often he felt unimportant in human spaces, he knew he always had a place with you.

“Human! How did your classes go today?”

You smiled at him, grabbing his hand and walking alongside him.

“How can someone like them like someone like him? He’s insufferable.”

Sebek turned his head around, but whoever said it had already disappeared into the crowd of students.

He turned his head back in shame, something about being insulted around you made him feel insecure and upset.

“Whoever said that clearly hasn’t ever been passionate about anything.”

Sebek turned to look at you, he was quiet for once.

“Listen, no matter what anyone says about you, you have joy in your job in a way none of those idiots will ever feel.”

Sebek could feel his smile start to show again.

“Of course you think that! Any human would be glad to spend time with the retainer of the great Malleus Drac-”

AN/my sincere apologies to all the Kalim fans, I seriously couldn’t think of anything for him

[demon-lover-669]

bringing Azul home

Y/n’s niece: uncle play with me?

Azul: I um uh ok…

Niece: yay! *drags him to her room that has a big octopus painted on the wall* auntie painted this for me! *having him sit at the little tea party table*

Azul:*looking around at all the sea animals and mermaids around the room*

One hour later

Y/n: Azul! Rosie? Where are you two?! *walking into the bedroom* oh

Azul and Rosie: *sleeping in Rosie’s tiny bed surrounded by different stuffed animals*

Rosie: *hugging onto an octopus plushie while clung on azul*

[atl4ntxc]

𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!

— where their partner's love language is gift (food) giving. but what's this? they get better gifts than your friends.

RIDDLE ROSEHEART | ace t. + deuce.s

riddle didn't notice of the obvious favouritism you have over him. he's really grateful for the food that you have given him, smiling gently whenever he receives one of your delicious snacks. everyone notices the pretty red hue that decorated his cheeks, supposedly matching the colour of his hair. he finds out that you also give your friends food, which makes him feel a little sad, but grateful nonetheless. riddle was taught to be grateful at a young age, so you would never catch him being the apposite of what he was taught during his childhood.

as he walked towards the cafeteria, his eyes noticed you giving ace and deuce gifts of their own, which he can assume were food. ace was impatient, opening the gift to be met with a box of mini cherry pies. “thanks, dude! how come you know i like cherry pies?” you deadpanned at ace and sighed. “you're acting as if you don't talk about wanting to eat cherry pies all day, ace...” deuce answered for you, his eyebrows furrowed in stress because of ace. “just be grateful,” epel then commented, mouth full of food.

“is tomorrow jackʼs turn to get food? because i can't wait for my turn!” your lavender-haired friend, epel, excitedly spoke. your lips curled into a gentle smile, “be patient! your turn will come soon,”

riddle couldn't help but feel a little envious of ace, but brushed it off to continue his meal. at the end of the day, you visited his dorm as usual, a whole strawberry tart in hand. “here, love! this is for you,” you extended your arm, making the strawberry tart instantly be in front of his face. “a-ah. rose, you didn't have too—” you pulled his hand to take him towards the tea party table. now, he understands why people say you have favouritism over him. this fact makes his heart thump loudly against his ribcage.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR | ruggie.b + jack.h

leona could care less. he'd just grin and thank his herbivore before digging in, a content expression present. ruggie noticed the uplifted mood of leona, making him curious. obviously he received donuts from you, which he was beyond grateful for. but, why was leona so uncharacteristically happy whenever you take out your lunchbox for him?

turns out, you didn't just bring one lunchbox, but two for leona! if only he could put his hands onto those lunchboxes... ruggie thinks. one lunchbox contained a full course meal, while the other contained a juicy-looking steak. he wants to be leona!! ruggie wants to be leona!! leona would gently pat your head and send a soft smile towards you, making you feel giddy. ugh, the favouritism is so insanely obvious..

leona gets smug when he finds out. his ego gets higher than before, rubbing it into ruggie's face whenever he could. of course jack noticed the upset expression that his vice had. “what's wrong, ruggie?” ruggie grumbled and looked at jack in frustration. his hands moved to hold jack in place before delivering a question that made jack's ears perk up. “do you know that leona gets luxurious food from the prefect?” ruggie asked, desperation in his face. “yes... why?” “so you do know! why didn't you tell me!?”

jack doesn't care. do whatever you want, he isn't entitled to know everything about you. he's appreciative of the food and snacks you give him, and might as well consider himself lucky enough to be close friends with you.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO | ace t.

he notices, and is quite cocky about it. each time ace tries to fight with him verbally, he will mention it and get ace to shut up. ace might say 'who cares?' but azul knows that ace does. azul is appreciative of your food, a soft smile gracing his lips as he gently looks at you with eyes that could make you melt.

“oi prefect! tell me why that shady octopus guy gets better food than us? we're your friends. bros before hoes remember?” yeah sorry ace... you only sweatdropped at the dramatic red-head, staring at him nonchalantly. no way did this man child just threw a tantrum over this? “ace, he's my boyfriend. of course, i'd show obvious favouritism. even if i didn't, my favourite between us 1st years would not be you..” ace looks at you in betrayal and drags deuce away, stomping his way out of monstro lounge before mumbling out “traitor!” he thinks hes eren or something?

“although i do appreciate it, you don’t have to go through the troubles of delivering this to me, you know.” azul looks at you and sighs, making you curiously glance back at him. “i can always ask the twins to help fetch them for me. you know i’d do anything for you, don’t you?” ..since when did azul had this much confidence? (rizzul) you didn’t expect him to say that, really. you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks, it suddenly seems hot now, making you cough into your hand. “r-right! i brought some karaage for you, also a few fresh fruits,” azul couldn’t help but chuckle at your stutter.

he smiles and moved his eyes to look at you. “i cannot express the gratitude i have for you, dear. thank you. would you like to have dinner with me tonight here in the lounge? i’ll make sure that the lounge will be available for just the two of us.”

KALIM AL-ASIM | jamil v.

kalim loves your food! gosh, he’s never been so grateful for you before. he’d daresay the food rivals jamil’s cooking! everything you give him, even storebought snacks, he’d happily accept it with a huge grin.

jamil is disgusted by the two of you. take your flirting and couple things away from him, he has better things to do than hear kalim boast about you. his ears are threatening to bleed each time he hears your name come out of kalim’s mouth to praise you. he notices the favouritism for kalim, but obviously doesn’t care. though, each time you give him food to his liking, he couldn’t help but let the corner of his lips curl up. “thanks, prefect.”

he enjoys your homemade curry, but it could not rival kalim’s food that he receives from you; coconut juice and hummus. kalim would kiss your cheek and would share a “thank you!” with you. anything that you give him, it makes kalim happy. just don’t give him curry, he doesn’t really like curry as much as jamil does... “thank you so much, pumpkin! i bet it tastes delicious!” you could only smile at kalim’s bright nature, it was a nice break from dealing with emo teenagers in nrc. kalim was truly a fresh take of air from all the constant gloominess in the college.

“this one is so good! you have to try this with me. here, let me feed you!” his spoon is now against your lips, a radiant smile sending towards you. as cheerful as kalim could be, he was oddly sweet and cute.

VIL SCHOENHEIT | epel f.

vil gets a lot of gifts from his fans. but gifts in the form of food? now, that was rare for him to receive. like the others, he would appreciate your kind gesture and take it as a ‘gift’ from you. (it was uour love language but eh)

epel hates you. he was supposed to be your best man! why do you make vil such an important figure in your life?? (he’s just really salty that you give vil more attention and food than him) he’s really grateful that you gave him food in the first place, but can’t help but question your sanity when you give vil food... that are much more luxurious than his. why are you even in love with vil in the first place?? he sighs 😔

“potato, i’ve been searching for you.” vil says from behind you, making you immediately turn to face him. he noticed how you held a bowl of smoothie in your right hand and raised his eyebrow, “who’s this for?” you glanced at him and sweatdropped, an awkward smile plastered onto your face in the current moment. “for you, as usual. i wanted to let you try one of my smoothies, so...” vil smiled and chuckled softly, adoring your demeanor. “you’re truly precious, my potato. thank you for making me this— i’m sure it’ll be nice.”

his comment made you grin and excited to let him try the beverage you made for your lover. your face makes him laugh lovingly, turning the other way to walk to pomefiore with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy. his potato is just too precious for this cruel world, aren’t they?

IDIA SHROUD | ortho s.

idia is so lucky to have you as his lover! he still wonders how he made you fall in love with him to this day. he doesn’t notice the pure favouritism you have over him, eyes clouded with games all day to think about it. it never really crossed his mind to think that he was your favourite, in fact, he felt like it wad quite the opposite.

obviously ortho notices the way you look at his brother in a lovesick gaze, and the way you put in more effort in the food you give idia, to compare to the food you give to your friends. idia likes sweets, so it was smart for you to bake your own tray of cupcakes for the ignihyde’s housewarden. since ortho doesn’t need to consume food for energy, you give him something else that he would enjoy. (idk what ortho likes help). ortho is very happy that you love his brother to the core, you’re so nice, name!

“idia!” you put your hands on his shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze, making him jump in surprise. he was engrossed with his game, and didn’t really pay any mind to his surroundings. “[n-name]! i didn’t know you were coming...” he says in a hurried tone, sweatdropping at the sight of you with a box of cupcakes. ‘is that for me?’ idia thinks, but he ignores it as he thinks that each time you brought him food, it was for someone else— when in reality, it was for him. “cupcakes, for you.” you smile.

he looks at the cupcakes and back at you, who was smiling at him. ‘cute...’ he stops and stares at the cupcakes. “are you sure they are for me?” you glance at him and could feel the smile on your face slightly drop, idia definitely needs help with confidence. “i’m sure. after all, i made them especially for you.” idia’s hair turned pink at your statement.

MALLEUS DRACONIA | sebek z.

nobody has ever done this for him. he applauds you for your braveness and most of all, kindness. he knows he fell for the right person, and it was you. oh, prefect, you truly are a blessing for malleus draconia. malleus feels so loved by you, you have a special place in his heart.

in the beginning of your relationship with malleus, sebek was 100% against the relationship. knowing your true chaotic personality, he doesn’t want his waka-sama to be dragged into the mess that the first years make (+you). but after seeing how happy malleus looks, he has tolerated you. you give him his least favourite drink ever, black coffee just to spite and mess with him. how dare you! the nerve you have! once he realizes that you give his waka-sama his favourite, ice cream, he ignores your spiteful acts against him.

you made ice cream sandwiches for one of your late night walks, planning to introduce them to your lover. “tsunotarou, you like ice cream, right?” malleus looks at you and nodded as an answer. “yes, i very much enjoy the flavours that ice cream carries.” you paused to stare at him. “i think you would like ice cream sandwiches.” as you opened your picnic basket, malleus can’t help but curiously glance at you. “ice cream sandwich? would you mind explaining this concept to me?” you softly chuckled and began explaining, showing the homemade ice cream sandwich you had in hand.

“it tastes very nice. i like the delicate texture of the ice cream, and the softness of the...sandwich?” you laughed at his confused face, making him softly smile. malleus feels comforted to hear your hearty laughter, as well as watching a warm smile be present on your face through out the whole night.

©atl4ntxc 2023 — any type of plagiarization, copying, stealing, reposting or translating without my permission is forbidden.

(requested by anonymous)

[lostfirefly]

Your nose is runnin', and your eyes are red, your head is achin', you'd be better in bed

This fic was written to cheer myself up. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Catherine is sick her Buggy Bear is taking care of her.

Warnings: Fun, fluff. Buggy's thoughts will be written in italics.

Words: 2703

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @yujo-nishimura, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed , @cyberkittenduck , @buggy-samaaa , @thoraeth

The title is taken from "You've Got a Cold" by 10cc.

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"Don't you think it's cold at home?" Catherine wrapped herself in a plaid. 

"I don't know. It seemed fine." Buggy shrugged, sipping his beer.

"I'll go to pour some tea." Catherine pulled Buggy's sweatshirt over herself and tried to stand up. "Shit, it’s cold."

"Are you ok?" He put the bottle on the table.

"Yeah. My head is a little dizzy." Catherine rubbed her temples

"You look like crap, cotton candy." 

"Thanks, Buggy!" Catherine laughed, narrowing her eyes. "I'm fine. I just need some tea. Are you hungry? I'll bring you chips and sandwiches." Catherine struggled out from under the plaid and began to shiver. "Give me a second." She collapsed back onto the couch. 

Buggy put his hand on her forehead. "You're so hot." 

"Not now, Buggy." She barely slapped his hand. 

"That's not what I'm talking about, Catherine!" He put his hand on her cheek. "You're all hot. You're sick." 

“How can I get sick in Cairo?"

"Need I remind you about the phone call a couple days ago? When you were hanging out with Cabaji's girlfriend, when you were tipsy and swimming in the sea, and then you called me and drunk screaming into the phone, asking me to pick you up from somewhere on the beach." Buggy burst out laughing, "I even remember finding you on the beach, when you were screaming that your clown taxi had come to take you home. And then we had such a go-o-o-od night. Oh, fuck! I love drunk Catherine!"

"It's your bad influence, clown." Catherine punched him in his shoulder. "How many times have I picked you up after drinking parties. But that was a very good evening! Achoo!”

"I’m telling you, you're sick!"

"No, you're just imagining it. I’m fin… Fin.. Fide! Achoo!" Сatherine picked up a napkin and wiped her nose.

"Serously? You've just said fide instead of fine. You're sick." He placed his hand on her forehead again. "You need to go to bed, I'll bring you some tea." 

"No, Buggy. I’m fi— Achoo! Damn!" 

"That's it!" Buggy got up from the sofa, took Catherine in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. 

"What are you doing? Let me go!!" She tried to hit his hands.

"I'm carrying you to the fucking bedroom where you'll spend the next few days."

"You... Let me.. I.. Fuck, I don't even have the strength to argue with you." Catherine went soft in his arms. "Achoo! Oh, my flashy fool. I lo- I lo- Achoo!" Catherine tried to stroke his cheek. "My hero!"

"Honey, don’t get me wrong but please don't touch me." Buggy carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. "Okay, lie here. I'll bring you some tea and make you some chicken soup." 

"You're so thoughtful!" Catherine watched as he wrapped her in a blanket. "You know, when I was a child and was sick, my mother made me a hot sandwich which I ate with the soup, but it wasn't just any sandwich, it was special, she'd add cheese and different spices to it, and then cut out a funny face. It was delicious. She called it "Healthy Wealthy Magwich". If she were here now, she'd definitely make it. Achoo!" Catherine took some napkins out of the nightstand.

"I can't promise you a sandwich, but I'll make you some soup. That's it, lie down. Here's your fucking stuffed octopus." Buggy handed her the toy and went into the kitchen. "Fuck, I have no idea how to make this fucking soup!" He mumbled to himself.

Buggy was desperately rummaging through the kitchen drawers, searching for anything that could help him prepare a warm, nourishing soup for Catherine. He had never cooked soup before and had no idea where to start, but he knew he had to try. He was really afraid that Catherine's condition might worsen, and Buggy felt a deep sense of responsibility to care for her. He frantically pulled open drawers, scattering utensils and ingredients haphazardly, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to piece together some semblance of a plan. 

"Soup.. Soup." Buggy scratched his head. "It should be easy. Soup requires meat, potatoes or vegetables, and seasonings. Right? Right! Fuck! I have little experience with it!"

"Do you need help?"

Buggy heard Catherine's voice behind him.

"What are you doing here?" He rounded his eyes.

"I heard a crash, I thought you were fighting the final boss of your computer game and needed help. I can't let some monster take you aw— aw— achoo! Away from me." Catherine glanced around the kitchen, "Wow! Hurricane Buggy definitely came through here. Let me help you." Catherine wanted to go to the stove, but Buggy stopped her. "Achoo!"

"You need to rest, Catherine!! Go to bed!"

"I'm fine, I'll help you."

"God, woman, why are you so stubborn?!" Buggy rolled his eyes.  

"Learned from y–. A-a-achoo! Fuck! My head almost flew off." Catherine chuckled. "Let me help you!" 

"I can handle it myself, I lived somehow before you! Get out of here!" 

"But I..." 

"But I!" Buggy mimicked her. "You're driving me crazy, Catherine Elizabeth Mitchell!" He threw her over his shoulder, took a cup of tea.

"Wow! Your ass is so pretty!" Catherine giggled as she dangled on him.

"Shut up! You are delirious." Buggy quickly carried her to the bed. "Lie here!"

"I’m telling you, I’m fine!" Catherine tried to get up. “Achoo!!”

"If you try to get up again, I swear I'll tie you to the bed." Buggy paused for a second and his face immediately changed. 

"Why did you go silent?" Catherine saw him begin to smile. "Oh, my God! Did you imagine that? Did you imagine me tied to the bed? My God, you're such a pervert, Buggy."

"I’m not but we should try this, right?" He shook his head. "Stop distracting me, woman! That's it, rest."

Buggy quickly returned to the kitchen.

"Ok! Soup. I have to figure this out, no matter how foreign the process. Cathie-pie needs me now more than ever! Alright! Let's do it in a flashy way!"

Buggy found the recipe and ran his eyes over it. "Okay, chicken, potatoes, spices. Got it." He pulled the chicken out of the fridge and started chopping it up. "Little pieces, little pieces. Easy. Careful. One, two. Fuck!" He looked at the table where his fingers were lying. "Good job, Buggy. The last thing I need is to boil my fingers for my girlfriend." He chuckled. "I'm making soup for my girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. And I see her naked. Damn! Her hands, her voice, her bre—. Fuck! I imagined her tied to the bed. She would be so sexy. I should suggest her to do this." He giggled idiotically. "Focus, Buggy!" He reattached his fingers and kissed his palm. "Praise be to you, chop chop fruit!"

With a renewed sense of purpose, Buggy redoubled his efforts, resolving to create the most soothing, restorative soup he could manage, all for the sake of the woman he cared so deeply about.

Buggy threw all the ingredients into the water and started stirring them. "Sandwich." He started snapping his fingers. "Sandwich. Sandwich. Sandwich. Cathie told me about the sandwich." Buggy scratched his head. "Shit, I don't know how her mom made it. But my cotton candy wants.. She would be happy to eat it. Who could tell me.. Fuck, no! No, no, no, no, no!!" He growled under his breath and started dialing Catherine's sister's number. "That's the last thing I want to do right n–. Hi, Jules!" 

Buggy explained the situation to Jules and listened to another barb from her, barking back a few times. He wrote down the sandwich recipe she had dictated to him and started making it. 

"Wow, you're cooking for my sister." Buggy mimicked Jules. "Yeah, imagine, I'm cooking for your sister. Can you cut bread properly for her? I'm not an idiot, I know how to cut fucking bread for her. Shit! Soup!" He rushed to stir the soup in the pan. "Yeah! Nothing burned."

"Buggy? Is everything okay?" Catherine screamed from the bedroom.

"What? Yeah! Everything is under control! I'll be there in about 10 minutes. I guess. Do you need anything?" 

"No! Just wanted to check how you were doing. Love you!" 

"Ok!" Buggy shouted back. "What kind of answer was this? She said she loves you, and you said okay.. idiot! Bread, cheese, basil and seasonings." Buggy put all the ingredients together and put them in the grill. "See, miss 'you can't take care of my sister' that wasn't so hard. How's the soup?" He opened the lid and looked into the pot. 

"That smells good. God, I'm tired already. Cooking is exhausting. How does Cathie-pie have the energy to make me breakfast every day? Pull yourself together, clown! You're doing this for your cotton candy. She's sick and she's in your bed and waiting for you. She’s in my bed. He-he! This pretty woman is in my bed. Wooohooo! Hm, I wonder how she manages to stay pretty even when she's sick? How lucky you are, right? Did you know when you saw her in the bar that it would turn out this way? Let's not deny that you looked her over head to toe and you knew she was beautiful right away. And let's not deny that it's nice to come home when she's waiting for you. She squeals, jumps on you, kisses and hugs you. She always gets you beer, brings you goodies. She made my… our apartment cozier. It's always warm here now, but those stupid candles all over the house drive me crazy, even though they smell nice. And those plush pillows, and that stupid chair. And that fucking octopus. Hate them. But she loves those things, so bear with it. She loves you. Has anyone ever loved you like that before? Of course not, but she does. And it's weird. Fuck, so many thoughts over one soup?! Shit! Sandwich!!" Buggy opened the grill. "Fuck, that's a little burnt. Oh, Jules would be so happy right now. Oh well, I'm going to cut the face out anyway." 

"Buggy? Are you okay? Do you need help?" Catherine's voice came from the bedroom. 

"I’m fine! I'll be back in 5 minutes. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" 

"Can I ask for more tea, please?" 

"Okay!" 

"Thank you! I love you!!" 

"Okay!” Buggy shouted back. "Are you serious? Did you really say it again? Bravo, idiot! Why can't you tell her "I love you too"? She's sick and she'd love to hear it. It's so simple. Yeah, it's not that simple. You even took the velvet box to the circus and locked it in a drawer after that fucking Larnie. You sit and look at this box almost every day. What's the point? She'll say no anyway. Or she'll laugh at you and leave you. Eventually, sooner or later, she'll meet someone better, someone who can give her more. What can you give her? A fucking circus? Yeah, you're even afraid to confess to her who you were.. no.. who you really are and the fact you miss the sea and your previous life so much. Let things stay as they are. Accept that some dreams are just not meant to come true. Damn! Sandwich! Now I need to cut out a fucking face.” Buggy carefully began to cut away the burnt edges of the sandwich, turning the piece of bread into a funny face. "Okay. Done." He poured the soup into a large bowl, put the sandwich on a separate plate, covering it with another plate and poured a large mug of tea. Buggy picked up the tray and went into the bedroom. 

"Hello, cotton candy! I'm back!" He chuckled.

"Hello, Dr. Buggy!" Catherine narrowed her eyes, watching Buggy enter the bedroom. 

"Stop mocking me, little shit!" Buggy put the tray on the bed. "Here, your soup, tea and one surprise."

"Surprise? For me? I’m intrigued." Catherine squealed and picked up her plate. 

"This's…."

"Mom's sandwich!" She whispered. "How did you...?" Catherine looked at him with wet eyes. 

"Meh," Buggy shrugged, "I called your sister." 

"Oh my god, Buggy!!” Tears started flowing from her eyes.

"What? W-why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?" He looked at her in confusion.

"Of course no!! You're my best! You know that?" Catherine said in a slightly nasal voice. 

"Come on! It's not such a big deal."

"It's big for me!!" Catherine wiped her tears. "I know you have a strained relationship with Jules, but you called her. I’m so proud of you!"

"Yeah.. Your sister…" Buggy clenched his teeth to keep from saying too much.

"That'so funny. You two are so jealous." Catherine giggled, took his hand and started stroking it with her finger. "Don't worry, Jules is just worried about me. After our parents' death, we started to care about each other even more. That's what mom and dad always taught us. That you have to take care of those you love. So.. And so we were always together, living in the same house and then.. a-a.. and then.. a-a… and then… achoo! Fuck!" Catherine wiped her nose with napkins again. "And then one blue-haired man from the bar took me away from my sister. And he became the love of my life, my best friend and my second closest person in the whole wide world."

"Of course I took you away. You know why?" Buggy crossed his arms, blushing. "Because Buggy the Clown takes back what's his!"

"You took me to the airport, Buggy the Clown! And practically let me go home! I’m not even saying that you wanted to leave me in the desert." Catherine laughed and coughed a lot.

"How are you feeling?" Buggy ran his hand down her face.

"Like a piece of shit, to be honest. But I think I’ll get better soon." 

"I hope so. I don't want you... Well... You know." 

"What? Oh, my little bear, it's just a cold." Catherine started stroking his cheek. "You're not gonna lose me, I promise. Moreover, you take such great care of me. Look! You wrapped me in a blanket, prepared food for me. I promise to get better soon and continue ruining your life." Catherine rubbed her hands. "Okay! Time to eat!!"

Bringing the spoon to her lips, Catherine blew gently to cool the broth, then parted her mouth and allowed the flavorful soup to slide across her tongue. The warmth enveloped her, spreading a soothing sensation through her body, and she could taste the care and concern her boyfriend had poured into his culinary creation. 

"Yummy!!" Catherine took another spoonful. "Chicken, potatoes, herbs. You know, it's a magic soup from my beloved clown. I feel this tasty thing slowly easing my aches and pains, and restoring a sense of wellbeing."

"You're kidding me, right? It's not tasty."

"I can't lie about the food, Buggy. It's delicious." Catherine picked up the sandwich. "It looks like a koala’s face. So cool!" She giggled and took a small bite. "Oh my god, this is mom's sandwich. It's just like she used to make it. Very tasty! Try it!" She broke off a piece of sandwich and handed it to Buggy.

He chewed his piece slowly, nodding. "Yeah! Not bad."

Buggy watched Catherine devour the food, smacking her lips with each spoonful. 

"I'm full. I'll finish it later, don't worry, okay?" She set the tray aside. "Thank you so much, my blue-haired love."

"Ok. Now lie down and rest, hugging that damn octopus. I'll be in the living room, with beer and chips, and sport channel. If you need anything, call me." He kissed her on the head. 

"Okay!" Catherine took his hand. "Thank you, Buggy." 

"What for?" He squeezed her hand slightly. "For food? Any fool can make soup." 

"No. For mom's sandwich. Thank you for mom's sandwich. This means a lot to me." 

“Always for your service, Cathie-pie. Okay, get some rest." Buggy kissed her head again and walked towards the living room. 

"Buggy Bear!" 

"What?" 

"I love you so, so much!" Catherine blew him a kiss.

"Love you too, my cotton candy." Buggy winked at her.

[nickyrollings-art]

Painted some more tea party pieces. Some more sand dollar biscuits, an anemone sugar bowl, complete with crab claw tongs and a sea urchin cupcake. My intention is to one day digitally put them all together in a pattern.

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[local-ground-apple]

Hihiii!! i was wondering if you could write some headcanons on the dorm leaders with an ectomorph s/o?? its hard to find fics with my body type lol, if not its fine

Sure! This time we will start with Vil Also, lmk if this isn't what you had in mind !

ectomoph body type: long, lean, with little body fat and little muscle. fast metabolism and tend to lose weight easily. However, they do have more difficulty building muscle.

💜 Vil knows quite a lot about different types of silhouettes and body types given his profession and personal interest in fashion. Besides, a lot of models share the same body type as you, so he had seen it quite a lot.

💜 Vil would be more than happy to help you find perfect clothes that would enhance your silhouette and highlight your features. You can count on him to give you some tips, pick some cute outfits or even complete your wardrobe if that's what you need or desire.

💜 Whenever Vil has some free time, he suggests that you try on some clothes and present yourself in few outfits to them, so he could verify whether they suit you.

💜 After all, he only wishes that you would look absolutely stunning.

💜 Vil is a little bit (only a little bit) jealous that you don't gain weight easily.

🥀 Riddle isn't really knowledgeable about this topic. Yet. He will do his extensive research if you mention at least once your body type or bring it up during your weekly tea parties in the garden.

🥀 Give Riddle few days and he will know everything about your figure.

🥀 Riddle is quite amazed and shocked with your fast metabolism and your tendancy to lose weight quite easily. No matter how many cakes baked by Trey you eat during tea parties, you never seem to gain even one pound. Every time this manges to surprise him.

🥀 Not that he complains, not at all. Riddle absolutely adores your silhouette and he thinks you're gorgeous.

🦁 Leona isn't the type to care about such trivial things as your body type. He is quite neutral about this topic. He simply finds you beautiful and that's it.

🦁 If you complain to him about your features (for example: that you have difficulty building muscle), he will brush it off as insignificant and unimportant. You're perfect as you are already.

🦁 Leona doesn't see why you would want to change anything. However, if you do want to gain some muscles, he will definitely help you. Of course, he will pretend that he's not and if you confront him about it, he will deny.

🦁 However, you can count on Leona's advices and support if you do want to build some muscles.

🐙 Frankly, this octopus is quite interested in humans; their anatomy, their special features and also their silhouettes. Azul finds your body type quite intriguing and, of course, beautiful.

🐙 He is another person who is a little bit jealous of your difficulty to gain weight easily. Sometimes, he wishes he could have this special feature of yours.

🐙 Don't ever be tempted to sigh a contract with him. He may just aks for this in exchange.

🐙 Azul enjoys you being quite slim and he absolutely loves holding you in his arms.

🦂 Kalim knows absolutely nothing about body types. Like nothing. At all.

🦂 However, it doesn't stop him from engaging in conversations with you concerning types of different silhouettes. If you asked him, he would say that he likes yours the most.

🦂 You're lean, with little body fat and you don't gain weight easily. In his eyes, you are the perfect person.

🖤 Another man who isn't really knowledgeable about body types (maybe apart from 2d's), so you can't really hold a conversation with him concerning this topic.

🖤 Idia often wonders how did he end up together with you. He always concludes that he must have been extremely lucky.

🖤 He probably wrote at least one fanfiction about you. But it's his top secret that you will never, ever find out.

🖤 You both enjoy shopping online for clothes. At the beginning, it started by pure accident with you sending him some pictures, asking what he thinks and now, well, you both do shopping sprees together.

🐲 Malleus absolutely loves your body type; he finds it quite endearing.

🐲 He is quite tall himself, however you fit perfectly in his arms, almost as if you were made to be hugged by him. Needless to say, you two spend a lot of time cuddling. Malleus simply loves holding you close next to him.

🐲 You two are a perfect match, after all.

🐲 Malleus knows a lot of royal tailors, so you can expect to be spoiled with a lot of gifts. He enjoys gifting you various clothes that fit your figure perfectly.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Birthday Cake (Azul Ashengrotto)

There’s actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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“Tesouro, what is this?”

“It's a cake!”

“Yes, I can see that. I'm wondering why there is a cake on my table?”

It's technically a miniature cake, one that certainly will be gone in very few slices, even if cut quite thin. It's the color of sand, clearly imitating the ocean floor, with some shiny pearls and gold coins and white shells scattered, all very small but abundant. The most attention catching part of it is the beautiful black octopus on top, its tentacles curling around in intricate swirls, the 'skin' shimmering under his office's lights. The blue eyes and stylishly askew fedora make it very clear who that is supposed to be.

“Well…” (Y/N) smiles at him that way that makes him have to swallow the ink threatening to spill out. What was it Mr. Shroud said the other day? His disadvantage against her cuteness would be the end of him. “Your birthday is tomorrow!”

“Yes. Well, technically, it's today, it is past midnight.”

They both should be in bed, actually. Monstro Lounge would have an event to celebrate his birthday, the day promises to be a busy one. Azul is already pushing his luck by being awake right now, way past his bedtime, but his anxiety to make sure things were going perfectly smooth did not let him rest until he had checked every nook and cranny and annoyed Floyd to the point of moping.

Then his girlfriend asked for a few minutes of his attention and he is a weak, weak guppy when it comes to her.

Maybe Mr. Shroud is onto something.

So here he is, sitting on his comfortable office chair, having a staring contest with a miniature version of himself while his girlfriend beams at him.

“I made this for you,” and she must've seen the beginnings of his conflict for she immediately holds his hand and squeezes. “I made sure it won't break your calorie intake for the day. At least, not too much! It's a special recipe Vil and Trey helped me prepare.”

(Y/N) asking Trey for help is nothing new—and maybe Azul has some insecurities about it despite knowing the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden sees her as a sibling—, but for her to go to Vil, of all people? The only other person who's even more meticulous with his food intake than Azul and Riddle combined?

God, he loves her.

“I know you're not going to actually eat the cake you prepared for the party,” she glares a bit at him and he shrugs. The matter of his maybe a bit too strict eating habits is a delicate subject they're still breaching into, “so I made this! This way, you'll have the chance to eat a proper cake slice on your birthday!”

God, he loves her.

Taking her hand to his lips, he gives her soft skin as many kisses as he can, his hearts filling with warmth greater than the sun of Scarabia and ten times more nourishing.

“The octopus…?”

“I made him by hand! Took a lot of tries, Ace and Deuce might have diarrhea for a few days… but, hey, they agreed to it.”

Azul can only giggle, giddiness bubbling up his chest and making his head fuzzy.

“Let us share it, then.”

She agrees with a happy squeal, grabbing the knife and a plate—and only now he notices that she actually made a whole display with ocean themed plates and cups. By the smell, he can tell it is his favorite tea, the one he drinks when he needs to relax before bed with a good book.

God, he is loved.

“You can have it,” he says when she offers him the first cake slice.

She blinks. He blinks.

A blush rises to her cheeks.

“R… really?”

“... Yes?” he's a bit confused, but he's not going to complain about her cuteness, not now not ever.

“I guess it's not a thing here, but… back home, we give the first slice of our birthday cake to the person we love the most. So… thank you! I promise I'll give you the first slice of mine.”

God, he's going to spew ink on the cake.

[michelletsw]

Could I request reader baking sweets for Riddle, Ace and Malleus?

Yes how cute!

Headcanons of baker y/n I'm going to stick to the good at baking thing so if you wanted a bad at baking feel free to dm me and I'll wip something up :>

Established relationships, GN, I use the term soccer mom as a gn term

Warnings ⚠️ none really

Voice line as always will be

Riddle, malleus, ace, and y/n

Baker y/n

You two have been dating for about only a few weeks now and you wanted to do something special for him so you made a few sweet treats

Riddle

You as always where invited to another unbirthday party but you wanted to thank them so you talked to trey about if you could bring some sweets, trey a little skeptical considering what happened with those first years but you reassured him that your really not that bad and he agrees. You to make plans for what you can bring and what's Allready going to be there agreeing on bringing riddles favorite food, strawberry tarts!

Once riddle sees that you have brought not only a desert you made with you but his favorite food, blushy blushy boy

He can try and hide it but you can see the smile that's trying to force its way to his face

Once everything is in place and the tea party begins he trys to be relaxed and not look overly excited to try your backing but he kinda fails since it's the first thing he's reaching for

*Insert image of anime girl eating something and then looks up with stars and shit in there eyes*

Definitely going to ask you why your so good at baking and why is this the first time he's hearing about it??

He'll thank you for it in the moment seeming calm and composed but he's beaming inside

After the tea party a little later in the day you make your way to his room to do school work together only for it to lead to cuddles and riddle being a sweetheart asking if you could maybe make him sweets personally on special occasions ♡♡

Ahhh embarrassed riddle so cute!

Malleus

You've been dating for a while now and felt like your night walks around campus could use a little change, you where contemplating what to make tho would have to be something portable so like cookie bar but malleus really injoys frozen treats but it'll be cold out. In the end you decided on woppie pie there fun, simple and not to messy! Brilliant✨️ after making them you rapped them and placed it in the fridge till your night walk.

As always right on time malleus shows up to your door but instead of just going in to grab your jacket you get the sweets as well

Questioning you on what they where, after you explain everything he's beaming with joy

*Insert happy dragon boy♡*

Going on your way walking around looking at the gargoyles he takes you to the roof, saying this would work to eat her yes?

You hand him his snuggling up together you both injoy the treat.

Definitely better then lilias cooking lol he complaments aspects of it you didn't even think about when making it

Every now and then he would ask if you could make something again every time with out fail making the dragon boy happy when you agree

Sweet dragon boy deserves love♡

Ace

Ace has been working really hard in not just practice but school to so you thought that he deserves a reward for getting good grades and not having to make a deal with any shady octopus for them. Deciding that cake batter cookie would probably be the best choice since your giving them to him after his practice.

Walking into the gym around the time where practice is over but no one leaves yet you make your way over to the bleachers waiting till he sees you

Only for ace to immediately come over and see what's up, pulling out a small box from your bag and handing it to him

Of course asking what's up with the cookies you say you just wanted to reward him for having good grades and keeping up with practice :>

Blushy ace blushy boi

He of course has to tease you say "oh you just love me sooo much huh perfect"

Respond yes I dare you do it, blushy boi!

So when ever you noticed he was doing really well in school youd bring him treats

You became a soccer mom so fast for the team lol at some point at bringing the sweets in you would occasionally bring in something for jamil and floyd leading to the rest of the team

No idea how it ended up this way but everytime you go to a practice match or even just normal practice you bring in some snacks for the team with your signature sweets for ace ♡

[batcastlesociety]

doll juste!! markerable plush toy juste, even

explanations under cut (^_^)

just a small juste full body. he is grieving over the loss of his regular, human body probably, because now he is small and short. poor juste...

(text reads: "they made me into a doll... :( a marketable plushie, even...")

2. maxim's reaction to little, doll juste. i based doll juste's design off of actual keychain plushies (hence the loop antennae thing on belmont's head), so i kind of mixed that with the way miis react when one picks them up, haha. he is very scared though :P

(text reads: "you good, juste?" for maxim. juste's text is just "NO !!! :(" lmao)

3. juste is now seeing the upsides of tiny doll life. specifically, infinite tea parties, no questions asked. i think juste would be fond of earl grey tea; a classic.

(text just reads: "tea party! ♡" haha)

4. is just some cute octopi. these ones were based on those reversible octopus plushes, but it's not very obvious. just some little guys