happy birthday to my precious nonbinary, 2-mama-havin, pansy lovin OC, Zana!! the first pic is them as a lil baby with their two moms Choisya and Lora having a picnic!
teeny tiny modern AU drabble about a birthday party. I wrote something depressing earlier, so I flip-flopped it with something very wholesome!
im not too worried about typos cause its 4 AM!!
Knock knock!
Thump thump thump thump!
Yve knew those footsteps. He bolted upright in his bed and climbed over his dearhearts, making sure not to disturb the two sleeping beauties and throwing the blanket back over them.
“Yve!”
Yve rushed to the bedroom door and opened it quickly, slipping through, and closing it behind him, trying his best to be quiet. At the top of the stairs was a purple Sylvari-- his best friend!
Yve clamped a hand over Periwinkle’s mouth to keep her from shouting.
“Shh! They’re sleeping.” Yve whispered. Periwinkle licked Yve’s palm, giggling. He yanked his hand away and sneered before grabbing his friend’s hand and tugging her back down the stairs and into the kitchen.
They had fun planned.
Yve pulled open the cabinets and heaved a bag of flour down from within, letting it rest on the counter. He opened a smaller cupboard and gathered a few things; cocoa powder, vanilla extract, sugar, and baking powder.
Periwinkle snooped through the refrigerator for the ingredients they would need; eggs, milk, and butter, presenting all of them beside the things Yve had gathered, as well as a few mixing bowls.
Yve arched to the oven and beeped it on, preheating it to a nice and hot temperature. He set to work on the batter.
Grabbing his trusty whisk, Yve creamed together the sugar and butter. One at a time, he added and mixed in the pair of eggs, and a few drops of vanilla. In a separate bowl, he sifted together the flour and baking powder and dumped them into the would-be batter. He kept whisking the thick goop as Periwinkle gradually poured the right amount of milk into the bowl, giggling when drops splashed onto Yve.
Yve repeated the process one more with the cocoa powder instead of the vanilla extract. He evenly filled two circular pans with batter and shoved them into the oven, setting a timer.
While they waited, Yve tiptoed upstairs and into his bedroom to check on his dearhearts. They were both still asleep, laying on their sides and facing away from each other. Yve smiled and lurked back down into the kitchen.
Periwinkle migrated to the living room and grabbed Yve’s TV remote off of the coffee-table, flicking on the screen so they could spend the time they had to wait for the cakes by dicking around. They watched a couple YouTube videos.
The kitchen timer went off after no time at all and Yve wandered back in to check on the cakes. Donning his very gorgeous oven mitten, he retrieved the cakes. “Moi perfection,” he kissed his fingers like a chef would.
Popping those bad boys out of their pans, Yve set the vanilla and cocoa cake to cool on a rack before wandering back into the living room to continue dicking off with Periwinkle. Somehow they’d come to start watching videos about the History of Foot Fetishes.
Knock knock!
Yve got up from the sofa and went to open the door. He was greeted by a friendly face-- Dawn! Another of his close friends, neighbor, and Periwinkle’s mom. Yve welcomed Dawn in and she revealed that she had come with some things she had prepared. Delicious, hot macaroni and cheese, hot chocolate, homemade marshmallows, and pretzel sticks.
Behind Dawn in the doorway was Periwinkle’s other mom, Faelyn. She followed in and presented some alcohol she commandeered. She wouldn’t reveal if it was store-bought or she made it herself, but Yve found it to be super good.
Yve returned to the kitchen as Dawn and Faelyn found spots to sit in the living room.
Yve went about cutting the rounds off of the cooled cakes and cutting them down the center horizontally so he would have a total of four cake slabs. He used a few ring-molds to extract circular rings from the cakes. He reassembled the cakes in layers. Vanilla outer layer, cocoa next, vanilla, cocoa, and built the next slabs over the first one with alternating flavors.
Yve made a quick frosting on the side and began slathering it over the now-built cake, smoothing out the sides and top.
“Periwinkle, come in here. Help me decorate these!” Yve called his friend into the kitchen, who very gladly obliged.
The two Sylvari began decorating the cake in goofy ways. Sprinkles, letter candy, Reese's pieces, crumbled Oreos, candles, the whole sh-bang, until they deemed the cake to be perfect.
Dawn, Periwinkle, and Faelyn took their places in the living room. They shut off the TV, turned out the lights, and hid.
Yve snuck upstairs to check on his dearhearts again. Perfect timing. Choisya was still asleep, but Trahearne was waking up. Yve darted over to Trahearne and silently giggled, pulling his green husband out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the living room.
“We’re going to surprise Choisya. Hide.” Yve hissed, waggling a hand. Trahearne only chuckled and went to hide.
Yve went back upstairs and over to Choisya’s side of the bed. He slowly coaxed his dearheart awake, who greeted him delightfully.
“What time is it, dear?” Choisya murmured, rubbing an eye and angling his clock to face him. Yve took the clock and simply kissed Choisya’s forehead.
“Fret not, hun. It’s still pretty early. I’ve got breakfast ready downstairs.” Yve giggled, making his way back to the door. Choisya nodded and stood up with a stretch. He followed Yve.
Yve led Choisya down the stairs. The lights were still off. Yve took Choisya’s hand and pulled him into the living room. Choisya blinked, not sure what was going on…
Until Periwinkle flicked a light switch and everyone jumped out!
“Surprise! Happy birthday, Choi-Choi!”
Choisya was awestruck! The dining-room table was covered in the food his friends had brought over and the cake Yve and Periwinkle had made with love.
“Oh-- this is amazing! Thank you, everyone!”
Choisya opened his arms to give everyone a hug. He SQUEEZED them lovingly!
Sorry for the delay, if there was any. I didn’t get a notification of this ask!
💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?A hair tie someone made for him out of leaves and leather around the time he emerged. Choisya has made good use of it over the years and although it’s close to breaking or just giving up, Choisya treasures it and uses it as much as he can. The story behind it that the person who made it for him was a Charr cub named Jules. Jules had been caught in a pretty bad fire that Choisya had rescued him from. Choisya spent a lot of time bonding with Jules through the cub’s recovery and became like an older-brother to him. The hair tie was put together pretty shoddily, but Choisya cherished and used it all the same.
📓 Write a typical diary/journal page by your OC! (or if you’d rather not, describe their journal. Do they keep one, why?)I didn’t previously consider it but Choisya keeping a journal is so in-character. Choisya likes to write down all the negative things he’s experienced throughout the day, followed by everything good. He hopes that someday in the future when he’s old, he’ll come across his old journals and revel the memories, even if they’re small.
🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!The best Choisya can do is doodle, nothing breathtaking, but it makes him smile. He likes to doodle the different animals or wildlife he finds, but his drawings aren’t very detailed so it’s hard to tell what it is and he has to label them.
👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!“They say there is a man, a Sylvari, who’s heart was so enormous that he would throw himself intoa million years of danger to save a handful of souls. They say he radiated so much warmth and comfortthat even the bleakest days felt likethey had some sunshine after all. The snow he walked on melted, the ground he traveled healed in his wake. They say even Jormag fears this man, that he was capable of healing Frostbrood with an embrace.His limitless capacity for love, however,was his undoing.”
Today’s #oneadayplant post is deliberately misleading. At 1st glance it could easily be Clematis montana ‘Alba’, then you should notice that it has 5 petals instead of 4. Choisya are known to flower well, but have lost a bit of their popularity from the 1990s-2000s. . Fortunately, most of the plants planted then are now at their zenith in terms of growth and flower power. This is the big standard Choisya ternata (Mexican Orange Blossom). . While I prefer the finer leaves forms, I do like the green-leaved over the yellow-leaves cultivars. This species is tough and robust and anything that reliably flowers in spring and then again in autumn is a winner in my book. . #evergreen #shrub #choisya #mexican #mexicanorangeblossom #flowers #spring #autumn #iplantsman #tough #plants #massesofflower #gardening #gardenista #plantingadvice #gardeningtips #gardendesign (at Crowborough, East Sussex) https://www.instagram.com/p/CApPhnTAW4S/?igshid=1xbiw2dsvibcf
Another little line drawing, this time of the Mexican orange blossom outside my door. #choisya #potplant #penandinkdrawing #lookanddraw https://www.instagram.com/p/BtPz8H5gph5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vhjfbr48d4jf
