#solllare

[ryusxnka-moved]

@solllare​

                          “  --  Is that a new dress? It suits you quite well. “  

[scnkei]

     The shop smelled like SPRING, Byakuya thought. The humidity here was more like a summer evening. There were more flowers here than he had seen in a long time. Not even the gardens at the Kuchiki Mansion could pride itself on competing with this. His icy gaze briefly scanned over the room, before they fell on the little woman standing there with a surprised look on her face, and dirt on her hands. His first guess was that she was confused to why the bell had rung without her SEEING anyone enter. He felt surprised when she greeted him, though it didn’t show. She could see him after all then. Perhaps he should have worn a gigai after all? He had always found them unpleasant. His eyes rested on her, while he assessed her reiatsu. Decent, for a human. She had to harbour SOME reiatsu to be able to see him - unless she was not a human.  ❝ Good morning. ❞ He greeted her back in that flat tone he always spoke in.  ❝ Yes, there is. ❞ Why waste time?  ❝ I have come here to ask you what you are. ❞ ,, @solllare​ continued from here.

[despairforme]

finally, it's done! it took her a few months to complete this for nnoitra, but after wrapping it in pretty yellow paper, she can bring it to him. with a cheerful grin, she presents the wrapped item to him, urging him to open it. " that day we were baking gingerbread cookies together, i noticed you were having trouble reading and differentiating certain things, so i put this together for you. it's a cookbook! " in one of those really big three-ring binders with every page tucked into a sheet protector. she made sure to include tips on how to do certain things, easy recipes and some more challenging ones, including margins on the side of each recipe so nnoitra could add his own notes. melody made sure the font was larger and easier to read, also remembering to make sure to capitalize the 't' everytime 'tablespoon' was mentioned. she also included an index, a glossary in the back, and a substitution chart! every recipe has a picture next to it, so he would know how the end result is supposed to look. it should have everything nnoitra needs. " do... do you like it? "

     Nnoitra was feeling pretty GLOOMY these days, which didn’t exactly make him sociable. He hadn’t met up with ANY of his friends for at least two weeks. Grimmjow had an early shift at work, so he wasn’t home. Nnoitra would’ve gone with him, but he had stayed behind to do some much needed vacuuming instead. Whenever he got like this, he was even LESS inspired than usual to do housework. Grimmjow had offered that he could do it instead, and that had made Nnoitra pull himself together and tell him nah - he could do it. Vacuuming wasn’t impossible to do with one arm, of course, but it was just SO much easier for Nnoitra to do it - so he did. He was in the process of moving the couch to get access to the very dusty area underneath it, when there was a knock on the door. Whenever someone was at the door, Nnoitra automatically assumed it was food delivery, but after that initial; OH FOOD! - he remembered that he hadn’t ordered any food. He moved away from the couch. Tulip and Pantera peeked out from their hiding place there, clearly relieved that Nnoitra had been distracted.

     Right before he opened the door he remembered that it could be the police. His heart jumped up his throat, uninvited, and he unlocked the door. THANK FUCK! It was Melody who was standing there. Nnoitra hadn’t seen her in a while, and that only added to the relief. What a nice surprise. Nnoitra had never invited her in before, but now he held the door open and stepped aside so that she could enter the apartment. It was fine, since Grimmjow was at work. If she saw the cats and asked about them... Nnoitra was just going to say he was... Taking care of them for a friend while they traveled or some shit like that.

     ❝ Yo! ❞ He greeted her, and it felt good to know that he was smiling. There hadn’t been much of that recently. He quickly noticed that she was carrying something. It looked like a present. He was intrigued, but didn’t assume that it was for him until she HANDED it to him. It wasn’t his birthday or anything like that... So why? Surprised ( but DELIGHTED ), he accepted the wrapped present. It was a little heavy, almost like.. A book? Nnoitra hadn’t held one in a while, so he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t see why anyone would want to gift his dumb ass a book anyway. He could hardly even read. Melody seemed very eager, and urged him to open it. Nnoitra loved getting presents, so he didn’t need to be asked twice. There was something exciting and joyous about unwrapping a gift. The neatly folded yellow paper was torn off, and dropped to the floor. The content was revealed and --- It was a book. Nnoitra’s surprised / confused expression must’ve been OBVIOUS, because Melody soon provided an explanation.

     She reminded him of the day they had been baking gingerbread cookies. Of course he remembered! It had been great! His first time baking cookies and, yeah, he was totally bragging when he said they had turned out great. What he was holding in his hands was --- A cookbook. That Melody had made for him. His single eye was wide when he began to turn the pages. They were easy to turn so he wouldn’t accidentally rip them. Each page was protected by plastic and he supposed that was in case he’d spill something on there ( it would be possible to wipe the page without ruining it ). The very first thing he noticed was the font size. It was large, similar to what it was like on his phone ( he had turned the size up so that it would be easier for him to read ). The type of font too, seemed easier on his vision. Nnoitra had only ever seen one other cookbook, and that was the one he and Melody had used when they baked together. He remembered how he had been so confused by the difference between ‘tsp’ and ‘tsb’, because to him and his dyslexia they looked exactly the same. He noticed that Melody had made an effort to make them different. It was such a little thing, but Nnoitra really FELT it hit him. Hard. 

     All his life, Nnoitra had been treated like he was stupid. All the teachers he had ever had had just given up on him. Part of the reason was probably because they didn’t like him. They had never thought it worth bothering to try and make things easier for him. Nnoitra had always felt lesser than everyone else in class, because they were all smarter than him. Nobody cared enough to help him with the things he had troubles with understanding. Nnoitra had hated everything about school because of this. He had hated being proved over and over again that he was worthless and stupid.

     He held the book tightly in his hands like he was worried it would disappear. He had NEVER actually wanted to hold a book before. But this... This was the nicest thing anyone ( who wasn’t Grimmjow ) had done for him. Instead of getting annoyed by how slow and useless he had been when it came to reading the recipes in the cookbook when they had baked together, Melody had gone out of her way to make something that was customized for him. She wasn’t thinking that it was just a waste of time to try and help him. She seemed to think that if he just DID get some assistance he... COULD learn things. It wasn’t as if he was overly interested in cooking ( though he had wanted to learn at least the basics, so that he and Grimmjow didn’t have to live off of heat-up meals ). It was the fact that this book was made for him. Made for his needs. Nnoitra turned the pages slowly, looking at the pictures of the delicious food. He already knew which thing he wanted to try and make first. He came to the end of the book and there was a list of what things meant. Another thing that he’d need. Nnoitra closed the book.

     He was so happy.

     Melody asked him if he liked it, and he couldn't even respond. He needed a moment, because he COULDN’T remember being this happy for ages. The book was pressed to his chest like he wanted to keep it safe. Actually, what he wanted to do was try making something from it. RIGHT AWAY. He looked at Melody and tried to think of what he could say that wouldn’t sound too lame. Obviously nobody was supposed to feel like this just from receiving a book. And especially not someone like him. ❝ Yeah. ❞ He finally managed. YEAH, he liked it. It was the nicest thing he’d ever received. ❝ Wanna stay ‘n try out one ‘a ‘da recipes with me? ❞ He didn’t want her to leave just yet. The best way to show her how much he appreciated the gift was showing her that he was using it and that it was working for him. Because, yeah, he was certain it would.

[wild-pineapple-butt]

@solllare​ continued from here

It’d been about two, going on three years ever since he set up shop on this quaint, but cozy and always full of life, street. Ever since he discovered his passion for baked sweets and pastries, he vowed one day to open up his own shop. 

This neighborhood was lovely, always surrounded by friendly locals and visitors alike. The shopkeepers as well were lovely and welcoming, always happy to give him some of their goodies in exchange for some leftover treats that he hadn’t managed to sell out at the end of the day.

One of his frequent visitors, who happened to be the wife of the flower shop next door had announced that it was her wife’s birthday yesterday as she dropped in. Although he hadn’t interacted much with her, he was always entranced by the beautiful bouquets that she had displayed in the shop’s windows and he knew that many of his customers were loyal customers of hers as well. Taking this opportunity, he set aside a couple of his most popular treats in a box before opening up for the day; not knowing what she liked, surely she would like at least one out of the various treats.

“Yer very welcome,” he smiled back at Melody, relieved to see that she had accepted the sudden gift without much resistance. Blushing furiously at her barrage of compliments, he waves her off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oh, heh, I’m glad ya like ‘em a lot. Thanks as always fer yer continued support. And Renji will be just fine. Besides, we are neighbors aren’t we?” he chuckles. 

At her invitation, he grows a bit flustered. “Ah, sure! Sounds great.  I’m sure my assistants can take care of the shop fer a little bit. But these sweets were meant fer ya! Save ‘em so ya can share ‘em with yer wife and daughter later,” he shakes his head. “I’ve got some fresh sandwiches made this mornin’ in my shop if ya would wanna eat ‘em?” 

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@solllare​ replied to your post:

SQUOOSHES HER CHEEKS

AH!! SHE HAS BEEN SQUISHED!! 

[konig-der-zeit]

@solllare​ asked : " mister pheles! it's so good to see you! " she wears an exuberant smile and holds out a purple tin of sweets. inside he'll find freshly baked macarons, cookies and fudge! " i made these just for you. i hope you'll enjoy them. oh! also- " melody holds out a paper with a drawing of him on it. " ariel drew this and told me it to give it to 'uncle mepphy'. " is she snickering at the nickname that her daughter has chosen for him? she's definitely snickering at the nickname.

      “ ah ~ if it isn’t my favorite little fairy ~ ♡ ! “ he cooed in response, the demon returning her smile almost immediately, his eyes wandering down to the shiny purple tin. oh, he could smell the homemade delights even now ! freshly baked, some probably still a bit WARM even, chocolate was the overwhelming scent that wafted into his nose, and he swore he could feel his mouth begin to water with anticipation. mephisto happily accepted the tin, purple gloved hands holding the container, the male going to thank her before she continued, forest green now being met with a child’s drawing of him. his eyelid twitched ever-so slightly at the title he was given, but he still took the piece of paper nonetheless and examined it thoughtfully.

      “ my ~ it seems you have quite the artist on your hands, mrs. fisker. what ever are you and that wife of yours going to do with all these WONDEROUS drawings, hm ~ ? “ with a bit of his magic, he gently rolled the paper up and snapped it away; he would find a spot for it in his office later, “ tell the young lady i said thank you, yes ? and, of course, i greatly appreciate the baked goods, my dear ! i'm certain i will have to keep my younger brother from eating them all. “ as if amaimon would get even one !!

[romantxcxsm]

@solllare​ started following you

There was a long sigh before...

⚜  ❛❛  Do you need a napkin...or two?  ❜❜ The man called upon watching the other from the table he had finished cleaning.

[betterdcyz-a]

STARTER CALL. / @solllare

“Oh——" An immediate smile graced his lips, now sauntering over to the woman who had caught his attention. “——we meet again, this must be fate.” Baelsor paused for a moment before continuing. “Do you remember me? Our first encounter was a bit rude.”