#plumberry

[strawberrystepmom]

umemiya x f!reader. reader is wearing a bathing suit. established relationship, very suggestive, mentions of marriage. | divider thanks to cafekitsune like always, wc 1k even.

The haze of summer has settled thickly over all of Makochi, the air almost heavy enough to wrap around you and wear it. A subtle sheen of humidity settles over your shoulders and face; cicadas sing their song in the distance and wind chimes tinkle when a breeze mercifully blows by to cool your heated skin. The heat can’t prevent you from being outside, though. You lie on your belly beneath the blazing sun in your stringiest bikini, legs stretched out behind you while Hajime cares for his personal garden - the one meant just for the two of you - atop his apartment building. He hums a little tune, occasionally throwing in a whistle for good measure to make you giggle at him while your cheek rests against your folded arms, watching his every move.

It didn’t feel so hot about fifteen minutes ago but now that you’re watching sweat dampen the back of his white t-shirt and cling to his body, you sigh dramatically and he’s at your side in an instant, ever in tune with whatever you need.

“What’s wrong?”

You glance up at him and smile, unfolding your arms and stretching them above your head, flipping from your belly onto your back to give him a view of the front of you, gentle grooves in your skin when you shift from how tightly your bathing suit is secured around you. He doesn’t hide his ogling, raking steel blue eyes from your throat to your belly button and to your thighs, wiping his hairline with his forearm.

“Wanna use those broad shoulders to block the sun for me for a few minutes?”

Hajime smiles and nods wordlessly at your request, taking a few big steps to the left to block the sun from getting in your eyes, casting a tall and cool shadow over your upper body. He wipes his hands together to free them of any dirt or grime from the plants, twisting his body to point them in the opposite direction of where you lie across a large old sheet, your sandals pinning down opposite corners to keep the breeze from blowing it up. Removing one of his gloves, he pops it in his pocket and reaches down to press his palm against your skin, hissing through his teeth.

“Hot even for you.” He raises a brow, wrapping up his perpetual fussing over you in humor to prevent you from insisting that he does too much. “You really do need shade, huh? Poor thing.”

“My hero.” You nod, putting a smile on his face. 

Umemiya sinks down, kneeling beside you and changing his shadow so that it covers even more of you, your thighs now cooled by the shade provided by his size. He drags his palm from your waist upward toward the triangles of your top, slipping a finger beneath the tiny string stretched across your sternum.

“Do you want to go inside?”

Glancing up at him, you bite back a smile and shake your head, his finger still gently toying with your top. You reach out to toy with him now, gently tugging at the damp collar of his shirt, dragging your palm down his chest.

“No, I wanna be out here with you. You’re hot too, we can suffer together.”

Neither of you are suffering very badly if the way each of you is glancing at the other is any indication of what's really happening here, eyes half lidded, fingers itching to explore sweat slicked skin. Hajime wants to spring into action and plan a way to grow an entire canopy over the roof to ensure you are never uncomfortable but he’s a little distracted at the moment, your hand sliding further down his torso and beneath the hemline of his shirt to rest against his warm skin and hardened muscle.

“What are you up to?” He asks with a smile. He drops from his squat position to sitting next to you, legs spread while he leans down to kiss your lips gently, as sweet as the breeze that ruffles the ends of his hair. “Besides making sure I get nothing done today.”

Giggling, you kiss him back. One set of fingers thread through his hair, brushing it back from his face in the style he prefers and the other drags down his torso toward the waistband of his shorts, playfully tickling him along the way.

“You just make the best umbrella.” You crane your neck to kiss him again, hand settling around the back of his neck to keep him close to you. “Maybe that should be your new name, Hajime Umbrella.” He chuckles and moves closer to you, lowering himself until his arms cage either side of you, his body twisted to hover slightly above yours.

“Then you’d just be Mrs. Umbrella someday but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

You wiggle beneath him at the insinuation that you’ll be carrying his last name, something even warmer than today’s temperature pooling beneath your skin. Umemiya laughs and leans in to kiss you again, foregoing any sense of decorum to slowly slide his body over the top of yours. His thighs join his arms in caging you in, pinned to the sheet beneath your back, the sound of distant wind chimes carrying across the cloudless sky to mingle with your giggles.

“Come on Mrs. Umbrella,” he jokes again, sliding his hand up your side. “Let’s work out here a little longer and then we can go inside, alright?”

Your back arches in response to his touch. He takes advantage of the position, reaching into the small space between your back and the sheet to untie your top. He doesn’t immediately move it to expose you, allowing you to make that decision for yourself. 

“Sounds like a deal to me.”

You grin up at him until he envelops you in a sultry kiss, one that truly matches this summer heat, helping him remove his sweaty shirt an arm at a time and tossing it aside. 

[n1ght-sh4d3]

Sapphic Plumberry

gift for @thelunarsystemwrites

[booksofstars]

cloudclan leadership! 2/3 of them are awful people

[doo-wop-city]

Stella Star at Astronaut, Part 2

Part 1 At the beginning of the month, I posted the first of my three-part adventure as Astronaut Oceanfront Resort in Wildwood Crest. Here is part 2. These photos were taken on 10th, 1967. (…Or, was that 2023?) Here I stand outside the office, which we’ll see in part 3. Like many doo-wop motels in town, Astronaut features a trapezoidal office sign. I decided to return to the patio on the third…

[dutchessabroad]

#bananabread #rocks, #amwriting #cooking #baking, #plumberry #jam #jams https://www.instagram.com/p/CjyZI8kP1Lk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ninja-troll-lover]

More hcs :3

Blueberry (BroZone + their sisters' pop-rock mom) has 3 siblings: Raspberry Tina Hazel, her twin sister; Plumberry; and Gol

denberry, her younger brothers.

After the disappearance of Goldenberry, Plum' was the first to secretly escape the troll tree to look for his younger brother.

After months, Rasp' decided to also secretly escape the troll tree.

Plumberry somehow ended up in the Classical Troll region and has been living there ever since, but not until the events of the second movie.

Now for Rasp', instead of going to the classical troll region where Plum' was, she went to the rock troll region.

There Rasp' met the then prince of Rock, Thrash. They slowly fell in love, and years later they had a child named "Barbara."

But sadly, Rasp' died due to complications after Barb was born.

(I'll make a separate post for what happened to Plumberry.)

Since Barb's mother is also Blueberry's sister, it makes her the first cousin of Blueberry's and Plumberry's kids.

Barb was surprised that she had alive relatives from her mom's side and that she has some pop ancestry.

And especially for Hazel, Clover, Fern, and Ashley, imagine not knowing that formerly princess, ams now Queen of Rock is your relative for 20+ years.

[xnervouscircus]

i'm burning a candle right now and hurting my own feelings over the fact that i have nothing in the house that tastes the way this candle smells

[penofdamocles]

'Plumberry'..that /is/ really cute.

[purplesimmer455]

Iseul and Megan reach the apartment, check in on Aloo, and after a quick refresher, head to the Waterside Warble. "Megs don't drive back to Evergreen Harbor tonight. Just stay in my guest room and head back tomorrow once you've slept and rested." Iseul says and Megan nods. They get a glass of plumberry nectar each and in her rush to toast, Megan accidentally bonks Iseul lightly on the head with her glass. "Oh shit, sorry Is." She says, trying not to laugh. "It's okay, Megs." Iseul says, rubbing her forehead. "Okay, a toast to our friendship, I can't wait til me, you, Gracie, and Tessie are elder sims and have a summer house in Brindleton Bay or something and hang out on the beach and just relax and live out our old years." Megan says, and Iseul raises her glass too, her eyes soft. "To our friendship. And I can't wait for that either." Iseul says, grinning.

[leedollop]

Lee's Outfits

Compiled some outfits for my Hazbin OC or S/I, Lee. Don't ask me why so many of these ended up milk themed, idk lol. Here are my favorite four, the rest will be under the cut:

[strawberrystepmom]

umemiya x meteorologist f!reader. flirtation, world building, a little game played between the two of them. reader is a few years older than ume. | divider by cafekitsune, wc 1.6k

pt 1 available here

Since your first meeting with Hajime Umemiya, you’ve taught him the differences between the types of clouds. He’s become intimately familiar with the record high recorded temperatures in his home country and yours alike, as well as when humans began recording that type of thing. There isn’t much more you can teach him that isn’t technical application and you told him weeks ago you’d spare him from the boring specifics. 

What he doesn’t know, though, is nearly enough about the woman who has spent the past eighteen mornings with him. Even on your days off, even on the days you used to skip over stopping at Cafe Pothos, you’ve been here bright and early and shining like the sun to spend some time with him. He wants to know everything he can, devising a plan on the fly to get you to divulge.

“Let’s play a game.” 

His announcement makes you laugh, teeth biting down on the tip of your tongue and eyes crinkling at the corners. Everything he says is an announcement, his vivacious personality and natural knack for taking the lead even extending to his speech patterns. It’s something you have grown to like about him very much, your palms pricking with sweat when he assumes the specific tone that is firm but kind. 

He makes your heart beat unusually fast if you’re honest with yourself although you are only interested in teaching a curious member of the public about your job. You didn’t sign up for romance or anything resembling it when you agreed to sit with him but today is your day off and you don’t have to report to the station at the usual barely dawn hour so you decide to bite, shrugging and wiping pastry crumbs off of the table in front of you. 

“Okay. What did you have in mind?”

A smile to match your own dances across his handsome face. You lean forward with your elbow on the table (rude, you know…) and cup your chin in your palm, absentmindedly tracing the edge of the saucer beneath your coffee mug with your other hand. The little details are what Hajime has discovered he likes the most about you, warmth climbing up his neck as he watches your subtle movements. You won’t catch him off guard, though, and he tilts his head to the side.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” Another laugh from you, shifting your posture so that your back rests against the booth that holds the two of you. The shop is open, the regulars coming and going and taking a sidelong glance at what all the giggling is about from the corner of the room, but it feels as though no one is there at all when you’re around him. The world disappears and it’s what makes you decide to humor him.

“Sure.” Nodding, all too familiar with the old  “get to know you” game, you hold your hand in his direction. “You go first since it was your idea.”

The man leans over the table himself, both of his elbows parked on the edge of it, hands on either side of his face. The most earnest set of eyes you’ve ever encountered blink at you, as honest as the rest of him is, his head remaining tilted like a curious puppy.

“How old are you?”

Despite yourself, you smile and shake your head at his question. He admires your lower lip and the way it curves, memorizing the shape easily and then looking away so he doesn’t give away too much. The curve disappears when you lift your cooled latte to your lips, sipping and raising a brow. 

“Well I wasn’t expecting that to be your first question. You first, Hajime. How old are you?”

He pushes himself forward, scrunching his nose and leaning over the table as though he’s telling you a big secret. 

“I’m 26.”  You hiss, clicking your tongue against the top of your mouth. Playing the motion off as a joke, you raise your eyebrows but your gut churns with the realization that there is a little bit of an age difference between the pair of you, worrying about his reaction. He’s very kind but you can easily see whatever easy peace and flirtation exists between you two wrapping up today if he decides an older woman isn’t for him.

“I’m a few years older than you.” He leans forward on the table, his own brows raised, interest piqued. “How much older?”

“About three years.”

You’re on the precipice of your next phase of adulthood and he is blissfully enjoying the middle of his current one, not too far from the worries of the late twenties but far enough away he can pretend they’re something to be toppled later. 

He chuckles, taking a look at your widened eyes and flat mouth, obviously amused that you are so concerned about the scant age gap.

“So? I like an older woman.”

Your face warms and you reach for your emptied coffee cup, staring dejectedly at the ceramic bottom. Is this his attempt at making you feel better or does he mean it? Eyes shifting from the cup to the man across from you, you let a half smile crawl across your face and fold your arms over your chest.

“Are you hitting on me, Umemiya?”

He leans back to mirror your stance, folding his own arms over his chest. You notice the way the sleeve of his t-shirt rides up over your bicep and feel the need to look away again. You fight the urge and stay glued to him, a single eyebrow raised. He copies you, making you giggle.

He is too good at that. It almost frustrates you how his natural ease makes you easier as a person. You’ve always prided yourself on being a tough egg to crack, hardened despite how gooey you are inside, yet he cracks you a little more with each smile, joke, or hand on the small of your back while he walks you to the door. 

“I dunno, is it working?”

You need to figure out a way to end this today for both of your sakes though your erratic heartbeat betrays how you really feel at his insistence that he is indeed expressing his interest in you. He finds your struggle to believe it borderline amusing, the emotions etched across your face far more easily read than you know. 

“Well, that’s very nice of you,” you finally reply, scrunching your nose and letting your face fall into a neutral expression. He shrugs, unfolding his arms and reaching for his own coffee cup that is still half full. “It’s not being nice, you’re just really fun to talk to and I enjoy our time together.”

Now the feelings you’ve been running from are inescapable and your chest feels warm. You have a bit of a thing for him, you’d be a liar to deny it. Knowing it’s returned? You weren’t prepared to topple that mountain today. You roll through excuses to leave in your head (my cat is sick, I have an appointment I forgot about) but none are able to be formed on your lips and you sit, pinned to where you sit by the weight of his steel blue gaze.

“And I wanted to ask, if it isn’t too much, if you’d want to do this over dinner instead of coffee sometime.”

No more excuses come to mind, just a blaring and flashing “yes”. That same old fight or flight kicks in, wondering if now is the time to break his heart and let him know that you’ve fooled him into thinking you’re decent company. You want to decline, to end things here and today, to leave him to someone else but you are at your heart as selfish as anyone else.

“I’d love that, actually.”

So you agree. The way his face lights up makes your palms sweat once again and you’re grateful they’re pressed against your light spring jacket so you can covertly wipe them. There is no cure for lovesickness other than to ride out the waves of overwhelming nausea that come with it and he smiles at you so softly a part of you believes he may be your lover already.

Finally settling yourself down, you raise a brow at him again and smile.

“Was that one of your twenty questions?”

He laughs at you from his heart, head tilting backward. Everything about him is so larger than life, his personality and his smile and his heart, and you wonder how this meeting even came to be. You aren’t so foolish as to believe fate plays a hand in everything but these mornings have felt nothing short of fated, two kindred spirits destined to meet and enjoy each other.

“I was going to ask you if you had a boyfriend for my next question but I guess I should have asked that before asking you out?”

Again, the pair of you devolve into giggles and Kotoha who mans the coffee station and the elderly woman she is serving both turn to look at the pair of you and then at each other. It has been like this for weeks and it shows no sign of stopping, the younger woman thinks to herself, glad she encouraged the man she has viewed as a brother her entire life to send the letters that he did to you. She’s known you since you moved to Makochi and feels as though her hand in all of this can’t be ignored, passing a cup across the counter to the woman smiling and shaking her head.

“Do you think they’ll have the wedding here?” The older woman jokes, making the younger one shrug and raise her hands innocently. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Misu-san.”

The woman casts her a glance and walks away, her cup in hand, leaving Kotoha’s view of the pair of you clear. You laugh and talk away, ignorant to the world around the two of you, and she smiles proudly, eager to hear about his bravery in asking you out as soon as you part ways.

[alefgardtravelguide]

here are our main team members! transcription of the images is under the cut!

📝【Team Introduction】 🗺 Greetings from the fanbook's main team!! 🥳 On top of their roles, my teammates also work on a division I call mental support

Name: Kairi Vocation: Administrator @/konoha_kairi on Twitter & IG

"This project has taken me places, a lot of them being real close to hell. Please look forward to it!"

Inventory: Plumberry x10, SMILE SLIME plush x4, Gold x0, Wrist brace x2

Name: Nathan White/N8 Vocation: Editor + Loremaster @/Neifiris on Twitter, n8storefront@gmail.com

"It's me, the editor and self-proclaimed Dragon Quest 1 Historian! I've been passionate baout the first Dragon Quest for years - which I'm told makes me the weird one. Regardless, this project has been wonderful to work on! Please look forward to it!"

Inventory: (E) Red Pen x1, Espresso shot x9, Magic Key x6, Unbuilt model kit x2

Name: Caeri Vocation: Artist @/caerilorem on Twitter and @/caeri.lorem on IG

"Hi! I'm Caeri/Vin. I love drawing plants, flower, grass etc :> I also enjoy seeing small miniature things, they're so smol lol"

Inventory: Tissue x100, Special Medicine x5, Elfin Elixir x10, Sapphire x1

Name: Vi Vocation: Artist @vidramon on Twitter, IG, and Tumblr

"I like to draw happy, colorful slimes & other favorite DQ monsters, though sometimes I draw people, too. Kairi keeps threatening to eat my slimes, but I guess that might be on me for making so many of them dessert themed."

Inventory: Earth block x99, Magic key x6, Crochet Malroth x1, Sketchbook x12

[voidaxelis]

drew Cassis & Chocolat in Plumberry Art Club's aggie

[doo-wop-city]

Stella Star at Astronaut, Part 1

Ah, the space age! What is more thrilling that watching our brave astronauts pioneering the new frontier? Doo Wop City’s motels and their themes are a reflection of our modernist, future-looking society. There is no truer example than Astronaut Motel Oceanfront Resort on Stockton Avenue, just two blocks north of the Deep Crest. This is the first in a multi-part series of posts chronicling my…

[ask-spamton-gpory-spamgon]

[PIPIS] ARE BACK ON SALE BY THE WAY

"I'VE ALSO GOT A FEW [specil] ONES IN STOCK TOO!"

I'VE GOT ABOUT 5 NORMAL ONES AND 3 [ooo wow] ONES!

LOOK [below the surface] FOR DETAILS!

"I TOOK A PIPIS AND SOAKED IT IN [plumberry] JUICE FOR 48 HOURS TILL IT TURNED [porple] IT ONLY CHANGED COLOR THOUGH IT'S STILL HARD LIKE AN EGG SHOULD BE

"I DIPPED THIS ONE IN [slugma] SLIME! IT SMELLS BURNY!"

"AND THE LAST ONE I JUST FOUND UNDERGROUND I FORGOT I BURIED ONE OF MY [pipis] LIKE 8 YEARS AGO APPARENTLY

I ACCIDENTLY LEFT IT INSIDE AN [amber] CAVE! SO SOME CREATURE GOT STUCK IN AMBER AND ATTACHED TO THE EGG! TO MAKE IT MORE WORTH

WHILE I ["fused"] A BALLOON TO IT AS WELL! MAYBE THIS WILL MAKE IT A [flying] TYPE!"

[ninja-troll-lover]

I actually have some lore for Plumberry but it's more like what happened to his sister (Raspberry).

He eventually met Ophelia, a classical troll, and Earnest, a funk troll that goes by "Ernie."

After years, the three entered into a poly relationship.

They have kids of their own, and then some of them have their own kids.

After the events of the 2nd and 3rd movies, he moved to the Classical Crest of Trollstopia.

Now, his nieces and nephews did hear about him, but their mothers, aka his sisters, were under the impression that he died.