#cafeshipping

[pukedevlin]

consider my insane cross ship please and thank you

[vivinightingale]

Actually I would love some cafeshipping ((jack x otogi)) ♥️🎲👑♥️

Foam Hearts

The day started off as any other for Ryuji, Maintaining his shop, checking the sales on dungeon dice monsters, and then getting ready for that side cafe job. He didn't need this cafe job, but he took it up anyway. It was just something to pass the time. Well it was until someone interesting caught his eye. Ryugi didn't know this guy's name, but he knew that everytime he came in he ordered the same coffee Blue-Eyes Mountain. Whenever the coffee was  ordered two things would happen. He would either enjoy his coffee without any trouble or some unruly man would come in yelling at him about saving money. Though through the second means was how Ryuji learned the mystery blonde’s name Jack. Over time watching the said man Tyuji learned two things. He had the same accent as Bakura (which seemed to suit the name in his opinion), and in some ways he reminded him of the eldest Kiba. Good looks, a nice accent, with a bit of an attitude was a good mix to Ryuji sorta like spicy chocolate. Realizing his own thoughts Ryuji blushed lightly, shook his head then walked off hoping to know one noticed his red face and lingering stares. Little did he know someone did see, and a small smirk played upon Jack’s lips as he watched him walk away.

This wasn't the first time Jack caught the young man keeping an eye at him. At first he thought the man wanted to challenge him to a duel, but as the states continued Jack got the feeling it was something more that not even the young man was aware of. At first jack didn't know how to feel about it, he had plenty of fan girls after him over time but never a male. It was new to him, but he didn't hate it. Maybe it was the look in his eyes or maybe it was something else that just drew jack to him. Whatever it was he didn't mind it. He got to enjoy his favorite coffee, and see to ogle at the man. It was a win win in his book. The more time Jack spent at the cafe near the boy the more he wanted to get to know him, but the guy didn't want to seem to take the incentive so he knew it had to be him. After he finished his coffee he took out a napkin scribbled down his name and number then called over the young man. 

Ryuji turned when he heard his name being called to notice it was Jack calling him over. Taking a deep breath he walked over the blonde.

“All done sir?” Nodding Jack handed in the $35 over and a folded up napkin. “Keep the change.” he mumbled before walking out of the cafe with his hands in his pocket. As Ryuji watched him walk out he shrugged and went over to the cash register to deposit the money when he unfolded the napkin. When he read it he blushed a little more than before and scoffed.

“Really? This is the cheesiest thing i ever experienced” he huffed before stuffing the napkin into his pockets and carried on with his day.

Ryuji did end up texting him, and a first it started off with “Hi” “How are you” “How is your day?” till it eventually escalated. They learned each other's name, interest, and hobbies. Though they disagreed on something they agreed on others. It was to them how well they got along. They got so friendly that they even talked outside of texting. Everytime Jack came to the cafe Ryuji was the first to take his table and they would just sit and chat for a while before he had to go make the coffee he ordered. Getting this grande idea Ryuji made a little art on his coffee for Jack to enjoy. 

“Here you are Jack” Ryuji placed the coffee down on the table with a smile before winking at the blond and walking off to tend to the other tables. Blushing and slightly confused Jack looked down at the coffee and noticed the foam hearts that layed at the top. He let out a breathy chuckle “Cheesy punk” he mused before drinking his coffee, while watching him. Maybe there is something more between them besides foam hearts.

I hope I did the ship justice 💕💕

💕Request are open💕

[fernshawcards]

9/10 times perfectworldshipping will involve either lysandre or sycamore dying it's just science, man

No seriously, I've read like 60% of the ao3 furapura fics and I've never saw Sycamore die once.

[talietikasero]

late night (~1 - 3am) doodling, featuring kalos dads and google translate

[repost attempt as the original wouldn’t show up :/ and now on my instagram [x] / [x]]

[fernshawcards]

Thoses two are gay and you can't argue with me about it

[milkivvei]

Why must my phone fuck up the quality oh why

[omniciidal-blog]

Goodbye - profxsseur

“I know my previous message may have alarmed you.  I must ask you not to come to the labs, or try to stop me.  It will only be worse for you if you do.  But I know you have questions.  You’re confused, and you probably hate me.  You have the right.

“Yes, I’ve been planning this since we met.  You know how much I loathe the world we live in, with its corruption and its inequalities.  I cannot let things stand as they are, and for new, beautiful things to grow, old things must sadly die.  I wish things didn’t need to be this way, but humanity is too far gone.

“Know that it is for your sake that I remove you from this evil world.  Team Flare will make things better, but I am no fool.  I know that it will take time, and the transition between the old world and our new one will be far from beautiful.  You would lose your life’s work, as we will wipe Pokemon from existence for their own protection.  You would be miserable, and I never could abide your suffering.  It’s better this way.

“I know that this project is not without risk.  The Weapon could misfire, or our world could fail to materialize as envisioned.  I have made a contingency plan, should this happen.  If I am apprehended or killed, half of my estate will go to you.  You will never want for anything again.  You will never suffer, you will never go without.  The other half will go to your laboratory, to fund your research.  If ever a man could make something beautiful out of this hellish, filthy world, it’s you, with your passion and your drive.  Carry on my work, mon coeur.  If you survive this and I do not, do what I failed to do.

“Most of all, you must be wondering if any of it was ever real, knowing now that Team Flare and I were working towards your demise.  The answer is yes, Augustine, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my life.  I meant every word I said when I told you how much you meant to me, even when we were only friends meeting for lunch every few days.  How I obsessed over you, saw you in the shadows and in my wildest, most luscious dreams.  You are the only bright spot on this hideous world, the only truly, incorruptibly beautiful person I have ever seen.  But I will not watch you wither away.  I will not let you age and decay, nor will I watch the passion and the will to live fade from eyes that drew me in so quickly and completely.  I’m sorry, Augustine.  I truly, truly am.

“Time grows short.  Team Flare requires my attention.  Yveltal is nearly ready, and all that remains is to remove some pests that still think they can stop us.  But they can’t.  Nothing can.  I beg you, keep your distance.  I cannot watch you die.

“Je t’aime, mon ange.  Adieu.”

[omniciidal-blog]

[ did anyone want to cry today? ]