crumbs and convictions

When shy baker Lily meets charming architect Noah over a spilled cup of coffee, sparks fly like sugar in the sun. As they bond over pastries and blueprints, their lives intertwine in the most unexpected ways. But with old scars and new dreams colliding, can love truly rise? Sweet Crumbs of Us is a heartwarming tale of second chances, homemade happiness, and finding love where you least expect it.

A late-night bakery. A moody baker. And cookies that taste like feelings. Tucked into a quiet corner of old Tokyo, there’s a bakery that only comes alive after dark. Its name is Moonlight Crumbs, and every night at exactly 9:00 PM, a warm, golden scent curls through the air, pulling in lost souls and night wanderers. At the heart of it all is Elias Greywood, a quiet man who bakes to forget. Each cookie he makes unknowingly carries a trace of his emotions — his joy, his sorrow, his longing for a home that no longer feels like home. Customers swear his cookies taste like memories they forgot they had. Elias just thinks he’s bad at following recipes. What Elias doesn’t know is that his family’s old house — the machiya he still calls home — has a secret. Something ancient sleeps beneath its floors, something that remembers his parents, remembers every tear and every laugh poured into their baking.

Conviction. The most powerful of beliefs, humans can achieve great things with simple beliefs, if they so believe, they can achieve it. What if, it simply didn't only affect the mind? If your Conviction gave you supernatural abilities beyond this world? Let's see...

SYNOPSIS "This is for you," Bertha's old grandmother threw bread and ham wrapped in clear plastic, the old woman immediately left after seeing James nimbly catch the bread she threw at him, it was winter, not much can be done in difficult situations like this. Soviet is in a state of chaos due to the revolution, and government policies have been making things difficult. While out there human life is becoming more violent. James opened the package that was thrown by Bertha's grandmother, and immediately devoured it. The 10 year old boy's stomach rumbled. "Jammmeeeesss, where are you?" "Jaaaaaammmmeeeees," shouted a woman who was familiar to him, stopped the chewing, and immediately cleaned up any remaining crumbs, so not to be caught by his mother, His body was still shaking because of the cold winter air while other vibrations also came from within his body. Afraid of what punishment he would get later. He had left the house for only 10 minutes, running out after seeing his stepfather hit his mother. "Oh it turns out you are curled up here," the woman flexed the rattan stick against James's frail body. James clenched his jaw trying to hold back cries of pain that were striking his body, because he knew crying would only worsen his condition, It's not easy to be born as a child in the midst of a revolution and the upheaval of the Soviet Union, to a mother and stepfather who are addicted to drugs, and to a sister with schizophrenia. Never, never, never give up. -Winston Churchill find me Discord : iyaneiyane9671

Serge Zumpano is obsessed with René Glass, owner of Crumbs Together, the local bakery and patisserie. Not only is the man gorgeous, but his pastries are so good, they make Serge weak in the knees. Put both together, and he's a gonner. Serge knows he has it bad when just tasting a cinnamon roll has him sporting, er ... well. But, as addicted as he is to the man's decadent creations, Serge doesn't see himself as good enough for someone like René, famous the world over and completely out of his league.<br><br>René won't let that stop him, however, because he has his eye on Serge, too. Step one: get Serge to build him a second shop. Step two: get the man to come over to his house. Step three: seduce him with pastry. Naturally, it's not that simple. But Serge is René's obsession, and he won’t let him get away.

Eve returns to her childhood bakery—a crumbling ruin soaked in trauma and scorched sugar. There, she finds Micah, the soft-spoken boy who never stopped waiting. But their reunion isn’t tender. It’s a slow-burning descent into obsession. Love becomes control. Pain becomes ritual. And Micah? He’s the sweetest thing she’s ever ruined. There are more than two cookies in the jar.

In the quiet depths of the woods, twin siblings Elliot and Elizabeth grow up isolated from the world, raised by a retired magic researcher and a retired witch mother. Life is harsh but familiar filled with curiosity, mischief, and the uneasy balance between parental hope and the twins’ uncontrollable instincts. When the family briefly travels to the capital for work, the children are exposed to a world far larger than their forest home. Elizabeth’s sharp mind quickly finds opportunity in the unfamiliar streets, dragging Elliot into one of their usual reckless games, this time involving stolen swords and childish imitation of knights. In a secluded place beyond the city, play turns into something far more dangerous. Steel meets steel without restraint, and in a single moment of miscalculation, Elliot is struck down. As consciousness fades, something within him breaks loose, fractured memories of another life, another body, and a hospital room where a girl once clung to life. And in that moment, Elliot realizes this world is not new to him at all.

A rebellion against the suffocating gaze of omnipotence. Who has the audacity? Living in a realm where things are as they were, and time is but a gauge of how many universes have existed and fallen. Who would remain sane? Dipledius, the Overlord of the 'West', and the 'left hand of God', impassively erected himself in his pedestal as he grew weary of the machinations of the being that he had served since time immemorial. A God whose face he had not yet seen; a God, that even he, the ruler of half the firmament, cannot fathom. This is an attempt, of Dipledius, second only to his superior, to play chess with an inevitability. An attempt to overpower omnipotence, and manipulate an absolute being that has melded and became one with the firmament itself. "Laus Deo Semper... Long live the king" he said, as he made his first treasonous move. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Art is not mine. If you want to take it down, please notify me and I will acquiesce.

As the sun sets over Nileswaram, Inspector Rajan Menon receives a chilling radio call: the infamous serial killer Ripper Chandru—believed to have vanished after fourteen ritualistic murders—is spotted near the Karinthalam railway crossing. Haunted by the brutality of Chandru’s killings and the eerie calm that always followed them, Rajan races toward the location, memories of blood-soaked crime scenes clawing at his mind. Each murder was a message: a mechanic with his skull shattered in precise blows, a couple found eyeless in bed with a cryptic phrase scrawled in grease—*“They were dreaming too loud.”* No clues. No patterns. Just silence and dread. Now, as Rajan approaches the tracks, the air thickens with fear. He sees a figure in a brown shirt, walking slowly, something heavy glinting in his hand. It’s not just a man—it’s a myth, a ghost, a nightmare made flesh. And Rajan knows: this night will not end quietly

They used to be my bestfriends, brothers, you name it they were there. One day I had to move away. When I moved everything changed. Now I'm back and they think I'm still the same girl I was six years ago. They don't understand how much has changed, even my feelings for them. They think I'm still their bestfriend. Angel thinks I'm his. He doesn't understand I'm no ones. I belong to myself.