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Noa x Mae kissing scenarios:
Warning: mature themes
Noa finding out humans kiss from old pictures or books and wants to try it with Mae, he’s not sure why she’s turning red
Mae needs something from Noa and instead of being truthful, kissing him will be more effective and Noa will absolutely go for it
i want more wine
chat should i continue ts ???
Chapter 1
Overture
Notes: ok hellohello my brain has ideas I need to write so tada // shadowvanilla supremacy // only Tumblr !! alexmultifandom
Bright.
Welcoming.
A little too comfortable for someone who tortured and toyed with the mind of the other a few hours prior. Those were words Shadow milk used to describe the room Pure vanilla had ever so kindly given him while he stayed there. As he continued his inspection of the room, his eyes landed on the wall trimmings, subtle, but noticeable if you searched for it. Engraved on it were hummingbirds and flowers, primroses, from the look of it.
Disgusting.
With a click of his fingers, the wall engravings changed. As well as the colour, that had transformed from a warm cream to deep, dark blue -the best colour, shadow milk decided- the engravings had travelled together, almost as one and formed into a cream wolf, intimidating, threatening, with a cream sheep dead in its mouth. Of course, he had placed such a creation in the most noticeable section of the wall trim, for anyone who did so much as to glance in his room, a view of his latest masterpiece. It wasn’t too scary, no, it was much too early to pull a trick on the servants so early in his stay. Plus, the long game, although boring and requiring more patience than shadow milk held, was often the one with the best outcome.
The room, however, he showed no mercy for. A few waves of his hand later, he walked to face his back near the entrance of his room as he admired his work.
Milkcrowns hung from the ceiling -no leaves, petals or pollen would fall, Shadow Milk made sure of that- and the rest of the walls he had not tampered with before were now a silvery blue. His bed hung from the right, most discreet corner, hidden away from the view of anyone who had the foolishness to peak into the room.
Much better.
He glided over towards his newly positioned bed, lifting the covers with a swift move of his hand and settling into the sheets. While moving it, he had also ensured the bed to be comfortable, for he very much valued his sleep. So it was a little confusing when he found that he was not indeed comfy. The bed felt cold, empty and uninviting. Almost like… No. Shadow milk stopped and shook his head, hard.
He was fine. A powerful cookie such as him did not need company. He-
Wait.
Foolish. He thought. Oh, Pure vanilla. How arrogant. How sickening.
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Pure vanilla sat on the far-left chair on the kitchen island, pen in hand, writing away at a paper from the crème republic. Finished with the paper, he placed in with the others he had completed earlier that morning, pausing when he caught view of them. Each word had been slightly disoriented, not very, but just enough so it was agonizing to read. But not a moment was Pure Vanilla confused, for he was very aware of the black and blue, diamond patterned snake that coiled around the bottom of his staff
“Good morning, Shadow milk. I take it you’ve rested well?” Pure vanilla said, giving the reptilian form of Shadow milk a small smile.
A hiss is all he received in return from the snakelike version of the other, before the serpent was no more and Pure Vanilla was looking at a familiar, annoyed face.
Pure Vanilla gave a simple hum, then turned to continue his paperwork, forgetting the spell was placed on his papers. Upon viewing the forms again, he gave a frown that quickly melted into a smile as he turned to face the other, who -still in the same spot- was floating and playing with a deck of cards.
“My my, quite early to be playing tricks, hmm? You truly had a satisfactory night I assume.” He noted, his smile innocent but somehow also sly.
I heard there was a secret ooze / that turned four turtles into dudes / but you don't really care bout ninja's do ya / their mutation shared with a rat / who raised them tall became their dad / Sensei who brough forth their Cowabunga
Can anyone tell me if hello from the hallowoods is a copy paste of welcome to nightvale or if it’s different? 😅 I can’t seem to finish episode 1 because it’s too similar I feel like I’ve already heard it
bunny hat !
pairing : rintarō suna x gn!reader
warnings : none
song : cherry love by katzù oso
wc : 520
marcie’s note : i don’t think my tags r working so pls reblog if u can :D
“okay so why do i need to put it on?” rintarō groaned as you attempted to slide the bunny hat on his forehead.
“you’ll look cute.” you smiled, still attempting to place the hat on his head.
“we can do without the headband. and why do i get the bunny one? i want the duck. plus, i’m already cute.” suna complained, still resisting your attempts of sliding the fabric over his head. “gimme the duck.”
“no, i want the duck.”
“okay, so i guess i’ll go home.” rintarō rolled his eyes before gently moving you out of his way, picking up his belongings shortly after.
“that’s not fair, rin.” you frowned, seated uncomfortably on your bed as you watched him slowly gather his belongings and stuff them into his backpack.
“it doesn’t have to be like this. just gimme the duck.” he leaned against your bedroom doorframe. “you can have to duck next time.”
“that’s what you said last time!” throwing your hands up in the air dramatically, the frown on your face growing.
“oh for real?” suna lazily replied, walking over to you, who was pouting like a child, laying face down on your bed.
“yes you idiot.”
“hm well i’m sorry.” he dryly replied, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.
you rolled over on your back, looking up at your boyfriend. “i didn’t find that amusing.”
“it wasn’t meant to be funny.”
you groaned, “could you at least act like you care?”
“i do.” suna shrugged, getting up off the bed and roaming around the room.
“okay then apologize for real.”
“dearest y/n,” rin quickly got on a knee, facing you who quickly stifled the cackle that attempted to escape your lips. “i am deeply sorry for my actions and my unacceptable behavior. i swear, i will be a better man for you.” suna dramatically spoke as if he was from a different time, throwing his hands in the air.
“that works i guess.”
“shall we share a sweet kiss to seal the deal?” he got up off the floor and walked over to you. still seated on the bed, rin stood in front of you, smirking.
“only if you put the bunny on.”
“no.” suna hastily picked up his bag and headed for your bedroom door.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH BUNNIES?” you groaned, running after your boyfriend. “if you’re gonna leave, at least gimme a kiss.”
“fine.”
suna cupped your chin before taking your lips on his for a sweet, chaste kiss. as he went to pull away, you pulled him in again, startling him. too immersed in the way your lips tasted, he didn’t notice the way you slyly and smoothly slid the hat over his head, smoothing down his hair shortly after.
“alright, you can go.” you dryly said.
“are you really gonna let me go? over a bunny hat?”
you nodded.
“fine, i’ll put it on.” suna groaned as you happily pulled him back into your room.
“great! ‘cause i already put it on for you.” you cheekily grinned at your boyfriend.
he took a moment to feel his head and — it was indeed there.
“i’m leaving.”
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chapter two flopped so imma go cry whilst i’m in the shower
World Turned Upside Down - P.1?
The first time she’d seen him, Jean hadn’t bothered. She’d been awoken by a loud noise outside and had peaked through the blinds to see a man tending the garden. He was helping, not hurting anything, and she had a massive hangover, so she’d simply sprawled across the bed and passed out again.
She’d been at her mother’s house for a week and a half. She’d attended the funeral, gone through her mother’s closet, and met up with her one friend in town, Matthew Lawson, for drinks. Other than that she’d kept mostly to herself. There was an older woman, a Miss Toohey, who came in twice a week to cook, but she was quiet, efficient, and hadn’t said more than a dozen words to her boss’s prodigal daughter. Her perpetual frown and clucking tongue left Jean with little doubt of her opinion of her new employer. Jean was quite sure that arrangement wouldn’t last for very long.
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Lucien Blake stared at his reflection in the small mirror above the sink in his bathroom. He’d just finished his lunch and was trying to make a decision about his afternoon plans. Mrs. Randall had paid him through the end of next month, but he had heard nothing from the daughter who, according to the rumor mill, was in town to settle her affairs. He’d gone over to the house a week ago per his regular schedule and seen no indication that anyone was there, so he’d gone about his work as prescribed. There was nothing for it. He’d been paid to do a job, and until he was told otherwise, he’d continue to do it. Within five minutes he was out the door, had checked the tools in his truck, and was on his way to the Randall House.
When he pulled up on the gravel drive it once again appeared as if no one was home, but as he shut down the engine, he could hear music wafting from the back yard. It was too loud to be coming from inside, and he’d planned to weed the back bed anyway, so he’d grabbed his gloves, bucket,and a few tools and headed around the side of the house. The woman had good taste in music, and he wondered if that meant she’d be kind and consider keeping him on. He rounded the back corner of the house, eyes on his feet, thinking about his accounts and what he’d need to do if the daughter was not in need of a gardener/handyman.
“Well hello!?” He’d been so distracted by his own thoughts he hadn’t looked up until she called his name. He glanced towards the voice and received the most pleasant shock of his life. A woman, a very attractive woman, wearing a massive sun hat and glasses, but little else, was sunning on Mrs. Randall’s lounge chair. He immediately dropped his bucket and swung around so his back was to the lady.
“There’s no need to be shy, but I would like to know why you are trespassing in my mother’s garden.” He heard the click of the record player as she turned the music off.
Keeping his back turned, Lucien decided he could only be honest, even if this was the most awkward position he’d ever found himself in with a potential employer. “Mrs. Randall paid me to keep up the garden and do odd jobs about the house. Her account is current through February, so I’m here to do my job ma’am.”
Jean stared at the man’s broad back. One less task she’d have to arrange to get the house ready for sale. “Good. I won’t keep you from it. What is your name?”
“Lucien Blake, ma’am.” He still had his back turned to her and was fiddling with his hoe nervously, so she decided to take pitty on him.
“Well Mr. Blake, there is no reason to be ashamed of the human form, but if it is going to keep you from your work, I’ll put my robe on.”
Lucien waited a few beats and turned to find the woman standing next to the lounger in a blue silk robe, her sunglasses dangling from red tipped fingernails. Her cheeks were a bit pink despite the hat, and her eyes, well he’d better not spend too much time thinking about how pretty she was if he intended to continue working there.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She turned and headed for the sunroom.
“Thank you, ma’am.” He watched her retreat. She was the most elegant woman he’d had the pleasure of meeting. Well perhaps with the exception of her mother, who was, of course, too old and proper to have ever caught his attention. Her daughter, however, was all gorgeous curves and confidence. It was several minutes before he remembered his task, or that he hadn’t asked her about the fate of his job.
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