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[ OKAY hello friends, i’m finally here ( after a late night, delayed flight sobs ) 

I’ll probs will slowly be unpacking my stuff, but I’ll be on skype and IM if you wanna holla at me to just talk or plot or whatnot ! ]

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[ sorry for not being active lately guys! I’ve been at my aunt’s house and have been busy and tired. 

I won’t really be on at all from now until August 18th. I’ll be goin’ straight from here to packing to flying out to see the gf. So-- yea osiaoindg ]

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Chrom: hey will u fight for us.

Gaius: no

Chrom: oops i dropped my candy

Gaius: so front lines u say?

[sagelyexalt]

Gift Aesthetic – @sweetfulsin    The Thief of Sweets        & A Sweet Thief            Gaius

[ottawia]

[arsonblaze]

i love him and i miss him

[ao3tags]

[gypsyheart77]

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COMING PREPARED, a few sweets stored away. BUTTERSCOTCH, LOLLI, & MINTS. Now, Henri couldn’t get anymore than this, especially since one could say he wasn’t familiar with this stuff. 

“ Hope these are gonna be enough. Of course, sweets aren’t something I’m familiar with, but hah, you know that, don’t you. ”

Outstretching a hand, soft lips twitching into a grin…twisted questions floating in the dark mind of the mage. ODD questions—INFILTRATING ONES. Diving deep into the personal life of another. Learning more, not getting too close though, like an animal.

“ Of course, I can also treat you. We’re setting up camp near a little town…are we not? Discussion over some sweets is a GRAND way to—well…get to know someone. ”  

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Sharp verdant eyes carefully studied over the sweet, sweet payments presented; after years of finely honing his careful eye for only the finest of confectioneries, Sticky Finger’s Gaius certainly prided himself in knowing just what to look for. The ingredients used, the presentation, the smell,  the freshness, it all influenced what crafted a truly divine dessert besides just it’s taste.

Certain past experiences with the Plegian dark mage and association with desserts could have been a red flag for the sweets loving thief... but damn all that, he’s achin’ for some butterscotch.

“I’ll take all the butterscotch and candies ya got right now. And I’ll take you up on that other offer, Junior.” 

[textsfromfea]

[sagelyexalt]

She knew she had proven herself right the moment he smiled. That he didn’t just grab the necklace and pocket it on sight was all the proof Emmeryn needed that he wasn’t the cut throat he claimed to be. He hadn’t cut her own throat the night before, and now he wasn’t even taking payment for it.

Gaius was a good man, and having made that doubly evident between them made her feel a bit more at ease. It helped to keep her hands from shaking from the memories of last night. Were he truly a mercenary and thief, he would have taken her mother’s pendant and been just as happy to kill her in her sleep the next night, cashing in twice for the same job.

As he pressed the necklace back into her hand, Emmeryn brought her other hand up to clasp over his. Giving his hand a slight pat and squeeze, as if they were friends. He might have noticed the slightest hint of a tremble in her grip, but she did a good job of hiding her shaken nerves. 

“A very generous offer, Sir Gaius. I think I’ll pay the knights in gold, though. My mother’s pendant is a bit of an heirloom, really,” she admitted, letting him know the true faith she had placed in him with that gamble.

She took the necklace back and clasped it back together around her neck.

“But you have proven my point. You’re not as heartless as you claim to be… and for that I am grateful. Had Plegia hired any lesser man then…”

Then she would most likely be dead right now.

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Well, Emmeryn certainly seemed proud with herself, didn’t she? Surely she couldn’t have seriously meant to just pay up, in her words, her certainly valuable ‘heirloom’. Besides, even if he did snatch up the goods and take off, who’s to say it wouldn’t be taken back by some hushed order? 

... Nah, as much finagled reason Gaius could attempt to conjure, he knew. The Exalt was a nice lady--he knew that much when he learned the truth of the raid and decided to turn his sword toward his employers--and, even he had to admit ( to himself ), that Gaius didn’t have the heart to pocket that necklace. 

The way her words trailed off however, was more than enough indication of a facade breached, violated with a crack that life’s cruelties would always come to guarantee.

“Then you wouldn’t be standing here right now, right? ... But there’s no sense in worrying about that; cause you’re still alive.”

[konjyoo]

Gaius and Asugi © Fire Emblem

Commission for Crunch

[bakeddd]

moroccan fried honey cakes

click here for recipe

[sweetfulsin-blog]

gaius: haha hey guys do u dare me to put these donuts on my dick in honor of national donut day

sully: no

gaius: *shaking his head and chuckling* i cant believe you guys are making me do this

stahl: we're not

gaius: *getting escorted out of krispy kreme by an irate manager while holding a box of 12 donuts* this is so wild you guys you're so fucked up for making me do this

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❛ — Ah, yes. I do you, you do me. I’m well aware of such a favor and what tasteful returns it brings. Do you intend to watch me all night?  ❜

When his body still sings ever fervently so with the aftermath of fresh wounds. Some will heal whilst others much deeper, much more pointed with their dire afflictions sadly never will. Scars run thicker than the tides of their time where he would just as soon accept the repeated lick of a dagger’s slicing bite cutting and sinking into him a thousand breath stealing and whimpering cries more. All of this and so much more before having to remain tied to this ‘green’ world with every reminder screaming at him just why it forbids the release of sleep and keeps him awake into the loneliest depths of frost bitten night. 

Contrary to what intricately woven tales the adorably ignorant are born and raised to believe, the grass is not, in fact, an eternity of gleaming emeralds, a god given gift of golden prosperity awaiting everyone just a frolick on the other tease of a side. Much rather, it is a lifetime of everlasting pain and suffering where promises turn to blackened lies and pleas rot to shameful ashes in their tormented mouth. Oh, lucky him, hm? What could have possibly possessed him to even do such a thing? Cover a friend in arms when he oh so direly needed it. For one good cannot possibly hope to rectify the seemingly endless bout of wicked wrongs he has committed and each spark of newfound pain elicited from heavy breaths does more than well to remind him. 

My, he’s seen and had much better. How miserable.

[sweetfulsin-blog]

Well, if anything else, it was good to know that despite his rather sorrowful state, good ol’ Zero maintained his ever sprightly, quick-witted tongue; if he didn’t possess the energy for lacing together every lovely innuendo to double entendres, well, that would truly be cause for alarm, wouldn’t it?

“Aww, do you really want to get rid of me that quickly?” A low chuckle hums at the base of his throat. “If you just wanted help goin’ to bed--get you some warm milk, hold your hand--there’s no need to be shy, Patches.” 

Though he says such words in a half-hearted jest, Gaius would be lying if he confessed to not possessing problems sleeping in the past. Everyone’s got their share of nightmares, of no-good dreadfuls prowling around where they have no business being. Who doesn’t?

Sleepless nights, where none but your own echoing thoughts, bouncing endlessly into each against the sides of your skull-- ahh, most certainly not a sweet time. Bitter. A bitter and stale taste festering in one’s mouth.

[deleantvr-blog]

@sweetfulsin.

      Practically tripping over himself in his haste, Morgan scrambled to catch up with Gaius before he lost sight of him. After hearing the news, he’d been trying to track down the elusive older Shepherd for almost an hour. As he approached, the teen didn’t even think to ask if now was a bad time to talk to him (as he often did). Morgan’s expression was bright and cheery, and he clapped his hands together in triumph before speaking.

                ❝ Gaius! One of the soldiers told me your bag of sweets                         was BOTTOMLESS. D’ya think I could see it?? ❞

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“Heh, bottomless bag of sweets, eh?” That didn’t sound too bad. It would make transporting and storing all his prized goods much easier, that’s for sure. 

Alas, one’s oh so savory dreams ( or another’s not so savory rumors ), was mere fantasy. ... But that doesn’t mean he had to entirely divulge the truth just yet. Maybe this could be fun.

Well, hmm... maybe Sunshine could whip up a curse for that... He’ll into it later. 

“Not just anyone can see my collection, you know. I don’t know if you’re worthy of it.” 

[g-r-i-m-a]

chrom is egg and he’s salt because gaius has more fans among children also i had no idea i could love Robin even more. But i did it. I pushed myself further into hell happy egg day everyone