sweetened milk

Samoa Cookie Cupcakes

Yields 1 dozen

The things you’ll need

  • 1 cup all purpose flour
  • ½ cup cake flour
  • 1 ¼ teaspoon baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • ½ cup butter, room temperature
  • 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • ½ cup + 2 tablespoons coconut milk
  • ¼ cup sweetened shredded coconut
  • 1 cup butter, room temperature
  • ½ cup caramel sauce
  • 4 cups powdered sugar, sifted
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla extract
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons heavy cream
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Spatula
  • Hand mixer
  • Whisk
  • 12 purple silicon cupcake liners
  • Cutting board & knife
  • Samoa cookies
  • Melted chocolate in decorating bag
  • #829 tip

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flours, baking powder and salt until evenly combined.
  3. In a large bowl, use a hand mixer to beat butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
  4. Add in and egg and vanilla and beat well. Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed.
  5. On low speed, alternate adding the flour mixture and the milk to the butter mixture, beginning and ending with the flour mixture.
  6. Gently fold in shredded coconut.
  7. Line a cupcake tray and fill two-thirds full with batter. Bake for about 14 to 16 minutes.
  1. Beat butter until smooth. Add caramel and mix until well combined.
  2. Slowly add powdered sugar and beat until smooth.
  3. Add in vanilla and salt and then beat in cream until frosting is smooth and fluffy.

Time to decorate!

  1. Cut each Samoa cookie in half.
  2. Scoop frosting in decorating bag fitted with a #829 tip.
  3. Once cupcakes are completely cool, pipe two swirls of frosting on top of each.
  4. Drizzle melted chocolate and top with a half of a Samoa cookie.
A Bi Pride Tea Spell
lavender is calming, healing, and loving

Originally posted by animefoodissugoi

  1. Take some lavender buds and put them in a bowl.
  2. Put your hands around the bowl and fill it with your intent to be confident and accepting of yourself.
  3. Think about how lavender is not just pink or blue– it is a beautiful combination.
  4. Brew a tea with the lavender buds. You can just sprinkle them on top of black tea or some other kind if you don’t like lavender on its own.
  5. Continue to focus as the tea brews.
  6. Mix in sweetener or milk if desired.
  7. Drink up!

Happy pride!

Moana Coconut Cupcakes

Yields 16-18 cupcakes

The things you’ll need

  • 1 cup all purpose flour
  • ½ cup cake flour
  • 1 ¼ teaspoons baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup sugar
  • ½ cup butter, at room temperature
  • 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • ½ cup + 2 tablespoons coconut milk
  • ¾ cup sweetened shredded coconut
  • White frosting in a decorating bag fitted with large plain tip
  • Red buttercream frosting in a decorating bag fitted with #2 tip
  • Fine shred coconut, lightly toasted
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Hand mixer with beaters
  • Rubber spatula
  • Light blue silicone cupcake liners
  • Cupcake tray
  • Ice cream scoop

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flours, baking powder and salt until well combined.
  3. In a large bowl, use a hand mixer to beat butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
  4. Add egg and vanilla extract and mix well. Scrape down the sides of the bowl as needed.
  5. On low speed, alternate adding the flour mixture and the milk to the butter mixture, beginning and ending with the flour mixture.
  6. Gently fold in shredded coconut.
  7. Scoop batter about 2/3 full into silicon cupcake liners and bake for 14 to 16 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Once the cupcakes have cooled completely, pipe on white frosting and then roll in toasted coconut.
  2. Use a #2 tip to pipe the symbol of the Heart of Te Fiti on top of each cupcake.
  3. TaDa! These Moana Coconut Cupcakes are a treat for the gods!
team voltron + coffee
  • allura: isn't much of a coffee person, will get a plain cappuccino if she's out w friends
  • coran: doesn't drink coffee, believes in the power of vegetable smoothies
  • hunk: enjoys a fresh, rich, & dark brew in the morning
  • pidge: despises the taste of coffee, only drinks pepsi
  • lance: swears by frappuccinos, says he'll die if he doesn't get his weekly venti white chocolate mocha frapp
  • keith: only drinks lattés, says black coffee is poison
  • shiro: chugs cheap instant coffee at 6am, puts five teaspoons of instant coffee in his mug with no milk or sweetener, craves death
☼ safe cookie recipe ☼

some easy, vegan/lactose free cookies for littles to make with their caregivers or for anyone really! since they’re free of eggs, littles who like eating raw dough while mommy or daddy aren’t looking don’t have to worry about getting sick & the frosting even combines one of their favorite things: juice! you can also freeze a few batches in air tight bags - when your little is good, surprise them with a one of a kind cookie they helped make weeks ago!

sugar cookies
- 2 c. flour (add extra flour at end if dough is sticky)
- 1½ c. powdered sugar or 2 c. white sugar for a harder cookie
- 1½ tsp baking powder
- ½ tsp salt (optional)
- ⅓ c. soft coconut oil or ¼ c. canola oil
- ½ c. coconut or almond milk
- 1½ tsp vanilla (omit if using sweetened vanilla almond milk)

heat oven to 350° then line baking sheets with foil or shortening. mix wet ingredients into one bowl, dry in the other then slowly add dry ingredients to wet while mixing. shape dough into round balls then place on baking sheet. bake for 8 minutes. do not let the cookies get golden unless you’re using white sugar, you want them to be fluffy. cool on rack once done.

- 2½ c. powdered sugar
-  2 tbs soft coconut oil or vegan butter
- any pure fruit juice for color & flavor or 1 ½ tsp vanilla (optional)
- coconut or almond milk for thinning (omit if using watery juice)   

beat base ingredients until creamy then add milk for thinner frosting if desired. spread on completely cooled cookies then decorate with sprinkles or candies! get creative, decorating is the best part!

☼ if you’re afraid baby can’t help out much, place them on the floor with a bowl of toy blocks & a mixing spoon then watch them mimic what you’re doing, it’s so cute! honestly, there are so many ways you can make cookies special so put your heart into it, have fun, & enjoy the bonding time with your little one!

#veganised blueberry coconut ice (just swap sweetened condensed milk with 2 cups coconut milk, ½ cup unrefined cane sugar, pinch of salt and a dash of vanilla extract) on a coconut, date and almond base mmm yum ;) so happy to be on uni break now yeeeeoww!

instagram: @veganzoejessica


Triple Coffee Cheesecake

Prep Time:180 Minutes 
Cook Time:60 Minutes
Difficulty Level:Medium


For Kahlua Cheesecake:10 chocolate graham crackers, about 1 ½ cups (130g) cookie crumbs

¼ cup (57g) melted butter

16 ounces (453g) cream cheese,

2 eggs

½ cup (100g)
white granulated sugar

¼ cup (62ml) sour cream

½ cup (113g) mascarpone cheese,

¼ cup (60ml) Kahlua, or strong espresso

1 tablespoon instant coffee

For Coffee Mousse:

1 cup (236ml) heavy cream

4 ounces (113g) mascapone cheese

½ cup (118ml) sweetened condensed milk

¼ cup (45g) chocolate chips, melted

¼ cup (60ml) espresso

2 to 3 tablespoons (45ml) Kahlua

2 teaspoons (6g) unflavored gelatin

For Coffee Whipped Cream:

8 ounces (226g) cream cheese

½ cup (88g) chocolate chips, melted

¼ cup (60ml) Kahlua

pinch of salt

2 cups (473ml) heavy cream


1) Prepare the Kahlua coffee cheesecake layer first. Wrap a 9-inch spring form with foil in preparation for a water-bath. Preheat oven to 325F.

2) Place chocolate graham crackers into a food processor and pulse into fine crumbs. Add the melted butter and pulse again until crumbs are well coated. Transfer the crumbs into spring form pan and press firmly into the bottom of the pan, creating an even and firm crust; set aside.

3) Place the softened cream cheese into a mixer bowl with a flat beater attached. Mix for 5 minutes, until cream cheese is light and creamy. Add the eggs, sugar, sour cream and softened mascaprone; beat again for a few minutes until mixture is smooth. Scrape down sides of mixing bowl periodically to ensure no clumps of cheese remain. Dissolve the instant coffee in the Kahlua liqueur, then pour into the cheesecake batter. Mix for a few more minutes.

4) Pour the cheesecake batter over the prepared chocolate crust. Transfer the cake onto a baking sheet and fill the pan with hot water. Bake in preheated oven for 1 hour and 5 to 15 minutes, just until the top is set. Once cheesecake is baked, remove from oven and allow it to cool for one hour before adding the next mousse layer.

5) Prepare the coffee mousse layer. Pour cold heavy cream into a mixer bowl and whisk until stiff peaks form; set aside. In a separate bowl, cream together the softened mascarpone, sweetened condensed milk and melted chocolate. In a measuring cup, combine the espresso, Kahlua and unflavored gelatin. Heat this mixture in the microwave for about 1 minute, or until the gelatin is completely dissolved; cool for 5 minutes.

6) Pour the gelatin mixture into the creamed mascarpone and stir until combined. Add the whipped cream and fold gently with a spatula until well-combined. Fold as gently as possible to keep the whipped cream airy. Pour the mousse over the cooled cheesecake and set into the refrigerator to set for 30 minutes up to 1 hour. The top of the mousse should start to firm up before adding the last layer.

7) For the coffee-chocolate whipped cream, place softened cream cheese, Kahlua, and a pinch of salt into mixer bowl. Whisk for a few minutes until creamy and smooth. Pour in the cold heavy cream and whisk until a thick and fluffy whipped cream forms.

8) Transfer the whipped cream into a pastry bag; I used tip #4FT - French star tip. Pipe the whipped cream in layers over the mousse. Alternatively, simply spoon the whipped cream onto the cake and smooth the top. Place the cake into the refrigerator and set overnight. To remove the cake from spring form, run a flat spatula along the edges to release the cake. Keep cake refrigerated until ready to serve.

Servings : 8-12
Course : Dessert

Adrien Agreste Headcanons

These were too fun to make. Feel free to add on at the end!!!

* Adrien can be very overly touchy with people he considers friends. He’s been so sheltered that he doesn’t really understand when you should give people high-fives vs. when you should pull them close and hug them. The shoulder thing is just a scratch of the surface; if Adrien considers you a friend, he openly will hold, hug, or kiss you on the cheek without hesitation. He doesn’t understand why it makes some people so flustered.

* To follow that last bullet, Adrien also doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. While Marinette thinks it’s cute, Nino has to constantly remind Adrien to stop standing so close. This is also the reason why Adrien never thinks to push Chloe away.

* Cat memes. Not only will he show people meme after meme, but he will occasionally slip in one that he made himself and become delighted when people laugh at it along the others.

* He has the most beautiful handwriting out of everyone in class.

* He’s really into theatre, but never got into it because of being homeschooled.

* I’ve always had the head-canon that Adrien is bi. He obviously started modeling at a young age, and so he’s been exposed to not only beautiful women, but beautiful men his entire life. I can guarantee he’s had some genuine crushes on other guys.

* He’s also not afraid to admit he’s bi/give other guys compliments. He once openly told Nino how beautiful he was and Nino turned BRIGHT RED

* sugaraholic, but we all know this

* Cannot sleep unless he’s cuddling something, whether it’s a pillow, ladybug plush, or Marinette herself

* Didn’t know this about himself until Nino pointed it out (added to the list of 200000 things Adrien Agreste has done to make his best friend Nino severely uncomfortable)

* One time he made Nathalie laugh and he wouldn’t stop smiling for like a week

* Shows the cooks sneak peaks of his father’s upcoming magazines in exchange for secret sweets from the kitchen

* Buys Christmas presents for every butler, cook, and staff member. Every. Single. One.

* Everyone on Gabriel’s fashion staff who isn’t cold hearted or narcissistic loves Adrien and sees him for the big sweetheart he is (some of them even resent Gabriel for making such a kind kid do something he hates so much)

* LOVES the holidays even though his dad doesn’t really celebrate them with him

* Most of the books in his upstairs library are anime and manga, but the rest are classic literature. He loves reading the classics as much as he loves reading comic books

* Tried Tumblr once but freaked out and quit when he saw a cuss word

* He’s one of those people who has to fill his coffee with a crap ton of sweetener and milk in order to drink it

* Doesn’t have 20/20 vision!!! (His father fiercely denied it so he wouldn’t have to get glasses, but eventually gave in to contacts when he witnessed Adrien literally almost falling off the stage of the runway because Adrien thought he had another 5 feet)

* Adrien hates his contacts because he secretly loves the glasses aesthetic


* Grew up playing dress up and dolls with Chloe. Because of this, he never gave/gives into dumb masculinity peer pressure

* Woke up a staff member in the middle of the night to “free a spider” because he wouldn’t let them kill it (yes I realize this is the same boy who risks his life to save his city every day)

Feel free to add on!!

Magical Breakup Ice Cream Recipe

Breakups: We’ve all been through them, and we know they suck. Whether it was a friend or a significant other, whether things ended on good or bad terms, we often find ourselves wanting to curl up and hide from the world for a while. The classic movie scene portrays the aftermath of the breakup as tears and a bucket of ice cream, and not to mention lots of sad romance movies. Sometimes that’s exactly what we need, so this recipe is the witches breakup ice cream, designed to break ties, heal the soul and ease the hurt of a broken heart.

For the base
* 14 ounces (1 Can/ 400ml) sweetened condensed milk (fat-free or regular) cold
* 2 cups (16oz/450 ml ) whipping cream, cold

For the mix
* 2 cups frozen Blueberries for protection
* 2 tsp Lemon juice for purification
* 10 fresh Lavender pips for peace and happiness
* 3 Rose petals shredded for emotional healing
* 1 pinch rosemary for clarity
* ¼ cup sugar for restoration

First we’ll be making our mix in
1. Combine half the blueberries sugar lemon and water in a small saucepan.
2. Cook on medium for ten minutes, then add the other blueberries, lavender, rosemary, and rose.
3. While this cooks stir the pot counter clockwise and say “Now I am free from the bonds which held me. Though there is pain, I have so much to gain. The older I grow, the more I learn and know. People pass through making room for the new. After storms will come calm, and I will move on.” Repeat this and let the message sink in.
4. Cool for another 8-10 minutes let cool and chill in refrigerator until cold

Next we’ll be making our ice cream base
1. Place sweetened condensed milk in the fridge to keep cold
2. Beat cold heavy cream on medium in a stand mixer fitted with the whisk attachment (or using a hand mixer) until stiff peaks form.
3. Turn down the speed a little and pour the condensed milk into the whipped cream. (Stir in vanilla extract now if desired).
4. Then, turn up the machine speed again and whip until your mixture is thick and to stiff peaks.
5. Now you have your ice cream base you can add the mix ins. Do this in a bowl using a spatula to slowly fold in the mixture to the desired level of marbling.
6. While you mix reflect on sweet things in the world. Imagine the sweetness of life overtaking your sorrow with time. Repeat this while you eat.
7. Place in a large resealable container and freeze at least 6 hours or overnight before eating.

And there you have it. A simple ice cream recipe done the witchy way. Let me know what you guys think if you try this.

*The ice cream base recipe is adapted from biggerbolderbaking.com

Elorcan Werewolf AU Part 5

Sometimes I wish I could paint my perfect character and bring him to life, stripping him of his own mind and molding him with my own expectations; when reality sinks in I’m stuck along a maze that leads to an ocean to drown in. — Ea

“I closed my eyes and talked to you in a thousand ways”

Elorcan Werewolf 5

Lory brushed against Elide before she could reach the door, and she gave into stroking his warm fur. His ears twitched back and he rolled onto the floor, showing his belly. She laughed and scratched his belly, the underbelly holding the softer fur. 

Her canine companion slightly growled when a slight knock resounded at the door. Ignore it, he seemed to say.

Elide kissed Lory’s head, much to his dismay, and skipped to the front door. “I’ll be right back.”

She opened the door with a broad smile on her face. A male with gray eyes and dark hair stood in her doorway, holding bouquet of pink roses tied together with a yellow ribbon.

“I’m Nox,” the male said, nervously shifting on his feet, offering a somewhat hesitant smile. “The one Manon set us up with.”

Elide gave him a sunny smile and held her door open. “Welcome, Nox. You must know I’m Elide.”

He gave her a smile, dimpling, and Elide couldn’t help but smile. She guided him to the kitchen where Nox handed her the flowers. “Red seemed too deep, you know? So pink. And then yellow for happiness.”

“I love it,” she chirped.

Nox helped her place them in a vase, filling it halfway with her kitchen tap water. She found the lack of conversation comforting and appreciated how Nox didn’t barrage her with questions past dates had done. When they finished, Nox glanced at her. “I had planned a walk at Central Park and then a garden picnic afterwards, but on my drive here, storm clouds broke over.”

“On this side of the city, the weather is renown for its bipolarness.”

A cheeky grin. “Like females in general?”

She lightly slapped his arm. “We can stay in for movies and popcorn, if you don’t mind?”

A slight shake of head. “Not in the slightest. Do you—”

Lory let out a bark that meant he wanted attention and barreled into the kitchen. A red rose was slipped between his teeth. He skidded to a stop, cocking his head at Nox. He slowly sniffed the air, and gave Elide a betrayed glance.

Elide rushed to him with outstretched arms. “Lory, this is my Valentine’s date, Nox.”

His tail stopped wagging, and she swore Lory’s eyes darkened into feral pitch-black. When she blinked, Lory spit out the rose and knocked down the front door, abruptly barreling into the woods.

Nox cocked his head. “Is she temperamental?”

Elide choked. “Lory’s a male.”

She retrieved the rose from the floor and slipped it into the vase, even though a small part of her wanted to retrieve a separate vase for the single, thornless rose.

Elide let him go. Lory would return. He always did.

Nox, she realized, was an easy person to get along with. He had a younger sister who loved painting and dreamed of attending Juilliard. Nox was finishing his masters degree in dentistry at a respectable college. 

He was perfect, charming, and absolutely one hundred percent average. Borderline dull, but perfectly safe and average.

Elide told herself she could deal with it. She deserved someone sweet, even if that notion meant normality. The mundane signaled security. 

Nox squeezed her knee. “You okay? I’m not boring you, are you?” He cocked his head. “The reason Aelin sent me is because I focus on my studies more than anything else. And if I want a relationship, it has to mean more than a fling. So while I am enjoying this date and getting to know you, and this may be early, I need to know if your inklings of thoughts follow.”

She nodded, and set the empty popcorn bowl on the table. “I’ve never really dated anyone, so I have nothing to compare to.”

Those gray eyes widened. “You would have turned everyone down, because there’s no way not another single wouldn’t have asked you out at least.”

A blush spread on her cheeks. “I just—” Wanted to save myself for my mate who turns out to not even like me. Who didn’t want to wait for me. She needed normal now. She could deal with a human. Werewolves and humans intermixing was not uncommon, as long as the pair ordained permission from one of the Lycans.

Elide knew she wouldn’t be asking Lorcan.

She shook her head. “I don’t even really know.”

Nox took the bowl to the sink and started rinsing it. Casting a look out at the stormy clouds that hung blearily, he said, “Shouldn’t you look for your dog now?”

A sliver of guilt ran through her. She’d almost forgotten about Lory. “I will.” She grabbed a sweater from her room and stepped out onto the porch.

Seconds later, Nox joined her, those eyes analyzing his surroundings. “Does your dog have a favorite part of the woods?”

Elide swallowed back further shame. She’d never wondered where Lory went, as long as he came back. “No. I can’t keep up with him when he bolts off.” That much wasn’t a lie.

“So he bolts off often?”

“Yes.” Elide studied the line of trees and walked down the narrow trail, clutching her jacket closer to her frame. A slight wind started picking up with hint of frost. The clouds thickened and darkened. “Lory!” she called.

Nox reached for her elbow, pressing a flashlight into her hands. “We’ll just stick on the trail so we won’t get lost.”

She nodded, and picked up her pace, flicking her wrist with the flashlight. “Lory?” she called.

The wind howled in protest, and she felt her shadow and the darkness loom over them. A chill ran down her spine, and her flashlight flickered. The faintest sounds reached her ear drums, but no snap of the twig or scratch of the claw filled the empty, streaming air. 

“We should go back inside,” Nox said.

She put her hands on her hips. “I am not going back in without Lory.”

Nox tapped her flashlight, which went off. “It’s not safe. Lory’s chances of survival are higher in the woods as a wolf rather than you. Wait until morning and search again if he’s not already here.”

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Elide,” he said exasperatedly. “Go home.”

“No—you said wolf.”

She saw him blink. “Yes, wolf. What, did you think that large thing was a dog? I’m surprised you even managed to tame one. It’s a full moon, Elide, where wolves run with the moon and claim what’s theirs. Your Lory must be out there. And if you’ve managed to tame him as well as I think you did, then he will come back.”

Elide didn’t sleep well. She’d offered her couch to Nox before he left just in case he wanted to wait out the storm, but he merely waved a hand and said he’d crash at a nearby hotel, not wanting to intrude — and to call him if she wanted to look for Lory in the morning.

She had pulled back her curtains, staring at the full outline of the moon and its light shedding down on them. The clouds had rolled over, but the wind had persisted, blowing in great breaths and heaves that shook against her windowpane.

She missed Lory curled against her bed. She missed his warmth and his presence, and the comfort of another’s existence rather than utter silence and her own self. Maybe a trip to the city with Aelin and Manon was in order.

How’s your Valentine’s Day going? She sent down the pack link.

Manon immediately replied. Watching Alpha Dorian do the walk of shame.

I did not need to know that.

I really am going to reject Rowan, Aelin said a few moments later. Right in the middle of clearing our differences he runs out the door and flees out of my pack territory like a bird shot out of hell.

Tell him he’s a pussy, Manon suggested. It’ll keep him on his toes.

Elide rolled her eyes and tried to force herself into sweet oblivion, but none came. She needed Lory.

So she pulled a bathrobe tight over her nightgown and ventured into the woods, armed with two flashlights.

As soon as Lorcan had reached a good distance from the rutting house, he shifted. The dark abyss of power he hadn’t touched in weeks and months welled up inside of him, yearning to be unleashed. And he did, his own power and rage fueled by the full moon. His inner Lycan side had demanded to mark Elide right then and there and rip apart the guts of the human who had dared to charm and touch his Elide.

He felt Rowan’s wind summon and reach against his dark walls. Before he could stop his intrinsic side, his magic had erupted at the touch, thinking the wind as a threat from restless peacefulness of domesticity. His magic tore from him and slammed against the wind and throbbed around Lorcan, pulsing and beating larger with each second.

What the fuck,” a snarl tore out of Rowan’s lips as his ass was knocked back several feet. “Fucking attack the rogue, not me.

He could feel Rowan’s magic testing him, seeing if he was possessed. His own magic flexed back, sweeping through his friend’s defenses easily in demolishment, his specialty.

“There is no rogue werewolf,” Lorcan snapped, flexing his aching back muscles.

His other friend rolled onto the balls of his feet, staring at him in disbelief. “Then why the Hell did you call me to get my ass over here? Aelin and I were—”

“Elide is with another male.”

Rowan stopped, and the wind died. Silence fell upon him, and his fists clenched. Then— “you interrupted my time with my mate just to whine about yours?”

The darkness flared out and pulsated around Rowan, threatening to suffocate him. “I cannot claim her without her despising my existence further.”

A snort from Rowan. “It’s not like you can go to her anyways with her on human lands.”

Lorcan’s face remained oddly stoic. The dark slowly retreated at thought of Elide, his beautiful werewolf mate addicted to sweetened coffee and milk chocolate, and prone to little ramblings that too-often touched his heart.

Rowan swore. “You found a loophole, didn’t you? You went in wolf form. Goddammit, Lorcan. She didn’t see your true Lycan side, did she?”

“Do you take me as an idiot?” he snapped. “Just my weakest wolf shape.”

“Then fucking get your ass back and chase the human off.”

“She constantly seeks companionship, and I constantly chase them away. If we do not have her today, my Lycan will end up fucking another girl.” And I cannot do that again, not that now I have found her.

Rowan’s face twisted. “You think I care right now? You left me with my mate on a full moon when I thought you were near death.”

I am, you fool—”

His friend lunged out, his Lycan side snapping into place. Cracking noises filled the air as both Lycans turned, teeth snapping. Wind rushed and slammed against Lorcan, who immediately shot up his shields. Coldness spread throughout the dark, seeping and attempting to find a weakness to crack.

Finding none, Rowan let out a roar and lunged forward, and Lorcan met him head on. He knocked Rowan to the side, biting down near his neck, but he rolled away, launching off Lorcan’s own back as they tumbled. As soon as they hit the tree, they disentangled, pacing around one another.

Rowan let out a startled bark, and let out a huff. He dropped to his haunches, and Lorcan warily stared at him, his ears flattened and jaws open.

Lorcan, Rowan’s Lycan wolf of silver streaks and black whorls panted not from exertion, but amusement. There is a pink collar around your neck.

So? Lorcan growled out, ready to leap again. The dark was ready to maim and attack his friend in the name of Elide. The fight with another Lycan would also be needed to release the pent up stress that had accumulated.

The other wolf’s ears flopped back, and he released a short breath in exasperation and amusement.

I didn’t know that was your type of thing, Lory.

Ahhh… I keep thinking about Jungkook and Jimin spending rainy days together. I feel like they’d be the couple that would go splash around in puddles, but then I think about what they’d do if they just… sat still. 

In their apartment, there’s a large blue plush chair situated in front of their balcony window. On days where it’s too wet and somber for them to go out, Jimin will make them some hot chocolate and they’ll sit in the chair together. Jungkook sits first, waiting, listening to his boyfriend dance about in their small kitchen. On days where the clouds have gone grey and heavy, Jimin is always in the mood for ballads. So their apartment often sings with sweet acoustic guitar strums and peaceful piano pieces that have Jungkook feeling weightless, while the outside world shivers from the biting cold. 

Jimin joins him a while later, bringing with him two mugs of syrupy sweet hot chocolate with a couple of fluffy marshmallows floating and bobbing on top. They’re pink and chubby. Jimin always likes the bunny shaped ones the most.

With a brief kiss to the younger’s lips, Jimin passes Jungkook his mug first, then very carefully tucks himself into his lap. He drapes his legs over an arm rest and leans back against Jungkook’s chest, shivering in happiness at the warmth the other provides. 

They have a blanket somewhere. 

Their own little project they’d made together on a different rainy day. The yarn is multicoloured, messily knitted with random holes of varying sizes. It’s got a mix of tangled patches and knots, but they’d used Merino wool and Jimin swears that it’s the softest thing next to Jungkook’s heart. 

On days like this, Jimin will pull the blanket over them both and sip his hot chocolate quietly. Neither of them say a word. They’ve done this so much already that they know there isn’t any need for conversation. They’re snug, and the room is cozy. The lights have been dimmed to allow them to sit in the glow of the lamp by their chair. Jimin has his head resting right over Jungkook’s collar, his eyes fluttering as he blows softly into the mug, the steam rising to warm Jungkook’s nose. The younger of the two curls himself around his boyfriend, watching the raindrops glide down their fogging window. Jimin will hum every now and then, but doesn’t make the effort to say anything at all; they don’t want to break the peace. However, that doesn’t stop either of them from stealing kisses now and then. 

Pausing between sips of sweetened milk, Jungkook will lean down to press his lips chastely to Jimin’s forehead, or nose, or cheeks, or lips. If he’s feeling particularly needy, he’ll go for every inch of skin he can reach. And no matter how many times he pecks those plush lips that shine with with his previous kisses, he can never get enough. Jimin, of course, returns the favour by nuzzling into Jungkook’s neck whenever he can; nosing along his jaw until Jungkook has to tilt his head back. 

When they finish their drinks, they’ll tug the blanket up to their necks and sing along to whatever is on the playlist next. The thrum of the rain compliments their voices well. They whisper, sing together - to one another in a hush as though they’re afraid someone will think they’re singing for anyone other than each other. 

They’re never far, never too out of reach, their hunger for touch sated by brushing fingertips and smiling lips. If it gets too stifling, too lonesome, they drown it with quiet song lyrics. 

That’s what they do on rainy days. They sit by their balcony window in their blue chair and wrap themselves up in something both of them know is more than anything they could ever hope for. 

anonymous asked:

Could we get a scenario with Yamamoto and his soulmate? Could we get him meeting his waitress soulmate and how that goes down and how he woos her? Please and thank you!


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Takeshi looked up to stare at the droplets of rain that had started to fall on the world and closed his eyes to it, surrendering himself with a relieved expression on his face.

He felt grateful to the downpour which had started to cleanse him of the blood still staining his clothes, his skin and his sword. At his feet were the bodies of the men who met their ends with his blade. When he opened his eyes he watched the rain water flush their blood away from the pavement and into the sewers.

The crisis was over. His job was done. There was no reason to linger here any longer.

The Rain Guardian sheathed his sword and wrapped it; carefully putting it in the wooden tube used to keep away a man’s bokken. As he did so he noticed the blood covering the meat of his left palm and turned it towards the rain in order to wash the filth away. And once the blood was cleaned off a name remained etched like a scar across his skin.


It seemed like a childish thought; a relic of a dream that may never come true in this lifetime but… looking at it made him feel just a little bit innocent again.

Satisfied he walked away from the gory sight of severed limbs and dead bodies with hunched shoulders underneath a blue black long coat trying to stave away the cold night. His name scarred hand hidden carefully in his pocket.

With this, Tsuna should have one less thing to worry about. With this, Hayato would have one less thing to nag about. With this, the Family would stay safe just a little while longer. The cold and nightmares that will follow him after this night will be worth it just by thinking of all the good his actions tonight will bring. Even if the memory still seeped coldly into his very bones.

“Thank you very much, please come again!”

Takeshi suddenly found his feet stopping as a door was opened beside him and a blast of warmth against his skin made his eyes go wide.

A couple joked with each other as they closed the door behind them and walked passed him, huddled in their raincoats laughing.

Takeshi stood on the paved sidewalk like a frozen statue, not moving an inch. Even after the door closed and the light from the small diner hid behind it he could still feel the warmth it had emitted. Nostalgia made him turn and face the restaurant and stare at the wooden doors. Wistfulness made his feet move and enter it. The feeling was much too hard to resist.

The scent of coffee and fresh baked bread assaulted his senses the moment he stepped inside and immediately he felt his whole being beginning to thaw in the warmth the entire place emitted. With a little twist in his gut he was reminded of his father’s sushi shop back home. The scents were different but… it felt the same.

It felt like home.

And in the center of the empty café was you. Eyes closed, chin resting on the top of your mop and singing softly the song being played on the old fashioned phonograph that was probably a part of the café’s prop (insert: City of Wind from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles), looking like you were dreaming…

And as Takeshi stared at you he couldn’t help but want to follow you into that dream.

Even when the song finished and you opened your eyes with a small smile on your face he couldn’t move away from where he was standing until you noticed him there.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I forgot to put up the Closed sign!” you gasped, your hand covering your mouth in mortification.

Your reaction shook Takeshi out of his stupor making him revert to the age old habit of scratching his hand on the back of his head. “Ah, really? Sorry I’ll just go th―”

“No, wait!” she called out softly as Takeshi turned back to see you smile. “Please, sit down. I’ll consider you the last guest for the night.”

Takeshi blinked and took a seat in a corner booth as he watched you put up the ‘Closed’ sign. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to drink?”

“Uhhh…” what was he supposed to say? He wasn’t exactly as fond of coffee as say Tsuna, Hayato or Reborn. Like Hibari he had never really grown fond of the bitter brew his Italian cohorts were so in love with. “I’ll take anything you’ve got left, I guess.”

“Eh?” you looked at his wet clothes and hair and saw the expression in his eyes and something clicked inside you. Like a long forgotten memory. “Gimme a minute.”

When you left his sight Takeshi allowed his eyes to roam the little café.

It wasn’t really anything special. It was just like any other café he had gone into. But there was something about the polished wooden chairs and tables and the flowers crawling around outside the windows that made everything seem so natural. Adding the fact that the lights had been dimmed because of closing time and the soft, candlelight quality of them gave the entire place the appearance of an amber dream. So unpretentious. So relaxing… The music from the phonograph in the background invited everyone to lower down their guard and relax. It made him frown a little as he watched the small pot of small flowers on his table; his hitman senses busily taking in the entirety of the store, automatically seeking out threats and ways of escape.

So he was more than a little surprised when a hand set down a large, steaming cup in front of him.

Blinking, Takeshi looked up with wide eyes. No one had been able to sneak up on him like that in years. Not even Chrome or Mukuro. His startled gaze met your eyes. And for some reason… a burst of color exploded from your smile and infected his whole world.

“Please enjoy.”

Takeshi blinked, unable to understand what it was that was happening. It took a while before he could form any words at all. “I… uh… How much―?”

“It’s on the house; just this one time.” you replied as you smiled brightly. “You look like you needed it.”

Takeshi stared, his brain― jaded and riddled in paranoia from living the life of a hitman― seemingly stranded in another world at what just happened.

Absentmindedly he reached for the steaming cup you had left him with and took a sip. He was so startled he almost dropped the cup.

It was warmed milk sweetened with a little honey…

He fought tears in his eyes as he sipped the drink past the sudden lump in his throat as memories of youth and innocence ran amuck in his mind. The warmth of it seeping into his chest and making his heart feel as though it was thawing from the prison of ice he had forced it in all these long years to survive in the Mafia.

It made him feel like he can be human again…

“Do you like it?” you asked, a little worried. “You didn’t look like you were the type to like coffee that much.”

Takeshi could only reply with a smile. “Thank you.”

He glanced at your name tag but was disappointed. The name on it was different from the one written on his palm. For some reason the thought crushed him. As though all his childhood dreams had been dashed in that one split second. It left him bitterly disappointed.

You left and started to mop the floor again, humming the same song he had caught you singing the moment he came through the door. His eyes never left you as he finished his cup, all his senses tuned to everything about you for some reason. By the time he had finished his milk he felt all the dirt and filth that had left him feeling so cold just a few moments ago slip away from him like a discarded coat. For some insane reason, it made him feel innocent again. And he owed it all to you. Before he left he set down a sizeable tip underneath the cup and left the café so silently you didn’t even see him go.

Sadly he thought he would never come back again. There was no real reason for him to do so…

But he couldn’t bring himself to forget you and that song you’ve been singing though he avoided your café for a long time since then. The fact that he couldn’t forget your face or your voice made him angry and frustrated beyond belief. Thoughts of you followed him even in his waking hours. He could even hear that song you’ve been singing over and over in his head as he fought his battles. It was as though by hearing the melody he could join you in that mysterious dream you were smiling about the day he saw you. It left him with a longing to be a part of that city made of wind floating beyond time…

The thought of obsessing about such details over a person he was not even meant to be with terrified, angered and intrigued him. So much so that he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. It had gotten so bad he got himself wounded on a mission. It was then that he finally gave up and decided to see you again.

You whom he wanted even though he did not bear your name on his skin…

He came to the coffee shop at the exact time he had the first time he came there. Opening the door and the feeling of warmth had the same effect on him as the first time he had stepped foot inside the shop. The smile that lit up your face at the sight of him made his heart stutter. And then his feelings made him wonder why he was doing this to himself.

“Hi! I’ve been wondering where you’ve been.” You greeted him with such joy his chest again ached with regret.

Why…? Why do you have a different name? Did God make a mistake? Why can’t it be you…?

“Sorry, I’ve been busy.” was all he could reply with a smile as he made his way over towards the seat he had claimed that first night. “You’re on the closing shift again?”

“Well…” you blushed a bit and winced. “I asked to be in this shift. I seem to meet all sorts of interesting people at this hour.”

Whoa wait. Was she talking about another man? Who is it?! He felt a void growing inside him at the thought as well as envy. It didn’t seem fair that you would have such feelings for someone else when you’ve driven him half mad with only memories of you.

“For example the other night?” you continued on obliviously. “The singer who sang that song I’ve been playing the night we met came in. I asked her for her autograph and a photo. It’s on my Instagram! Can you believe it?”

“Oh…” he replied almost faintly. “So… it’s not another guy?”

“Eh? What other guy?” you cocked your head to the side in confusion before brightening again. “Can you wait a bit? I’ll get you your usual.”

Takeshi had to laugh with relief. What in the world was he thinking? What in the world was he getting jealous for? He hardly even knew you. You weren’t even his intended one.

He had no right to you…

When you came back with his cup of milk Takeshi started to look up to thank you once more but stopped short when he caught a glimpse of your name tag again.

The name on it was different.

Takeshi forgot himself so badly that his hand grasped your arm before he could even think about it. His eyes lost all softness replaced with such sharpness it reminded you of a blade.

“Uh? What? What is it?” was all you could stutter.

“Your name…” he started breathlessly as he continued to stare at your name tag. “What happened to your name?!”

“Oh this?” you asked as you blinked in confusion. “My friend who works the dayshift played a prank on me that day and took my name tag so I had no choice but to wear hers. My boss and our regulars kept having fun and called me by her name all day long, it was humiliating.”

The realization melted the shock off Takeshi’s face little by little it almost looked as though his face were melting before it broke off into a laugh that came from the bottom of his heart. He surprised you further by gathering you up in his arms tightly.

“A name…” he pleaded in your ear as the hand that held the same word as your present name tag grasped you tighter against him. “Tell me you have my name on you…”

Your heart jumped in your chest as realization set in. You had suspected it from the start but you denied it, thinking it was only a coincidence. But now… You pulled away just enough to show him his name engraved on the meat of your left palm and held onto his own left hand.

Takeshi had never known such peace could ever exist in his lifetime…

“I was afraid…” you whispered brokenly against his lips when he finally kissed you. “I was so afraid it wasn’t going to be you…”

Seventeen as things I've ate while I was fucked up

S.Coups: grilled steak over rice only I smothered it in bbq sawce
Junghan: The apple I smoked out of
Joshua: just bread. Plain white sliced bread
Hoshi: jack in the box tacos
Wonwoo: A McDonald’s cheeseburger except with a hot n spicy patty in there
Mingyu: an entire box of Frosted Flakes
Woozi: gummy bears but they where soaked in vodka.
Dokyum: a can of sweetened condensed milk (aka lechera)
Jun: that time I ate half an edible brownie, then forgot I ate it and ate the other half then a whole other one. I thought I was dying
Seungkwan: an entire carton of goats milk
The8: a packet of hot cocoa mix. Just the powder. I don’t know why.
Vernon: an entire pizza with honey mustard.
Dino: half a stick of salami.