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No-Churn Nutella Ice Cream
**No-Churn Nutella Ice Cream Delight**Indulge your sweet tooth with this easy-to-make, no-churn Nutella ice cream. With a luscious combination of rich cocoa, velvety Nutella, and the creaminess of sweetened condensed milk, this frozen treat is a heavenly delight. The best part? No ice cream maker required! Whether you have a stand mixer or just a whisk and a large bowl, you’re in for a…
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#cocoa powder#dessert#Easy#Heavy Cream#Homemade#Ice cream#no Churn#No Ice Cream Maker#nutella#Recipe#Stand Mixer#Sweet Treat#Sweetened Condensed Milk#Vanilla Extract#Whisk
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Rotor Walrus vs. Ice Cream Parlor
#made with a homemade all-in-one ice cream maker that doubles as a rocket launcher#rotor walrus#rotor the walrus#archie sonic#sonic satam#sonic vs restaurant#my art
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silly fandom doodle
#dialtown#battington tapes#the walten files#the mandela catalogue#harmony and horror#Harmony and horror ice cream man#Harmony and horror toy maker#Sweet dream with jinglez#Henry the puppet doll#Sofia the marionette#twf sophie#twf molly#twf bon#bunny farm#Bubo#gerbo#gradient joe#thomas flyswatter#tmc cesar#tmc adam#tmc preacher#tmc gabriel#tmc toonbriel#harmony and horror jester#dialtown oliver#dialtown randy#dialtown phonegingi#dialtown norm#dialtown jerry#dialtown narrator
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Ice cream maker yuu
They have everything about store bought icecream and say fuck it I'm making my own and with the basic ingredients or milk, sugar, and any flavor available, ice and salt, they made icecream as if it's the 1920s
To the f u to anything expensive they sell the icecream for only 1$ any topping is 50¢ each
Their main icecream flavor is banana and chocolate with strawberry ice cream
OOOO I like this, it's such a cute idea.
I cans see Malleus getting a lot of free ice cream! I can also see Azul trying to make a business deal with Ice since he thinks it might be a good partnership with his restaurant and a frozen treat. I cans see this Yuu having their own ice cream parlor in Ramshackle since there's so many rooms. They even hire some of the student's from campus and Sam also buys from them to sell to the kids since Yuu wanted anyone to be able to get their ice creams since most kids are very busy and don't want to go near Ramshackle a lot.
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Colour-full
It was the hottest Saturday in July and Teddy had been climbing the actual walls before Harry broke and said, “Okay, okay, to the park then.”
(The wall thing was new. Ron said it was quite ‘Spider-Lad’ of him; Hermione laughed so hard she kinked her neck. Teddy’s magic, still so new and boundaryless, often manifested in ways that were either literal, or just plain wild).
And so to the park they went. To ride the stupid ‘pirate ship’ (“just one more time!”) and chase after dogs (“Teddy, no, it’s their ball!”) and get ice cream (“Please please please Uncle Harry”). Harry was, at his core, a big softie, and for Teddy all the more; so, yes, he located the nearest stand, and marched to take his place in the queue with all the resolve of a godfather on a mission.
Waited a veritable ever with Teddy’s order on repeat in his mind (chocolate with strawberry syrup, chocolate with strawberry syrup) until he was face to face with the ice cream display and—oh no, he felt faint.
Draco Malfoy should not be allowed to wear magenta.
Not because he looked bad, per-se (he looked ridiculous, like, fuck-me, ridiculous. With the hat, magenta, and the uniform, magenta, with his hair and his nose ring and a thick black choker). Mostly because the effect was a bit much, and Harry lost his ability to form speech when grey eyes finally deigned to grace him with a look.
“What can I get you, Sir?”
Blinked and blinked and sweated and blinked. “Malfoy,” Harry tried. “It’s me.”
“Indeed. So, ice cream, or…?”
Like a kick to the shin. “What? It’s—what are you even—it’s me. Harry Potter. Your, er, I mean, what are you doing selling ice cream in my park?”
One pierced eyebrow hitched. “My apologies. I wasn’t aware they’d made it your park.” With an overly-dramatic huff: “am I still allowed to work here, Mr. Potter?”
“What?” was really all he could give.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you order your ice cream, I’ll get it for you, and even refrain from spitting in it, as a personal favour. Then off you go on your merry little way and maybe get a new shirt because, sorry to say, but this one is painful on the eyes.”
“This shirt is painful on the eyes?” Harry growled, pointing at the magenta uniform, the magenta hat, the magenta backdrop of the cart.
“You’re right. Probably not the shirt. The face attached to it seems to be the problem. Now, Potter, there are people behind you, and it’s hot as fuck, so. Ice cream or sod off?”
For the longest moment he considered sodding off, but Teddy was sitting on that bench and looking very hopeful, and—charming little bubbles in rainbow colours all around him? Shit. “Erm, chocolate with raspberry syrup. Please.”
“Always were a man of high tastes,” Malfoy smirked, but he gave Harry a couple of scoops and a generous dousing of syrup, then charged him something exorbitant, then winked. Harry—had no time to deal with this.
Running back to Teddy (“hey, buddy, so, those bubbles, are you making them on purpose or…?”) with an already-dripping ice cream cone and a strange, swooping feeling in his belly (not hunger). By the time he’d spelled Ted’s hands clean, he already forgot about Malfoy and the whole thing.
Only remembered that night after bedtime. The back of his eyes when he shut them shone oddly magenta.
*
Went to the park the following week without Teddy (spending some time with Remus’s cousin). On his own, in a fairly-nice shirt and smart shoes. Not because, erm, just, he had to make sure. Right? Had to make sure.
The cart wasn’t where Harry’d seen it last week. Possibly he imagined the whole thing? He was overheated and terribly sleep-deprived. But on his way back to the car park, a different ice cream stand, where the staff seemed to be dressed in neon-green, and one of them was flipping Harry off.
Oh. It felt just like that in his chest: an oh. There he was.
Marched over with wholesome indignation, fist ready for the shaking. But Malfoy stepped out of the cart, leaning in its shadow. “Back for another go? We’ve got a new apple-kiwi flavour.”
“What happened to the,” big hand gesture, “magenta place?”
“Hmm? It’s still there. I just think green’s more my colour,” head titled back, long throat bare. “What do you want, Potter? Don’t tell me you came here for ice cream.”
“What if I did?” asked Harry, who didn’t.
Malfoy sighed. His eyes opened, large and startling. “Then I’d recommend you get in the queue and leave me the fuck alone.”
“And—” hand reaching out to stop him, no, Malfoy can’t leave, that’s not how this worked, “and what if it wasn’t ice cream I came for?”
“Then you need to make a decision. If it’s a brawl you want, you’d have to wait till after my shift. If it’s—something else,” suddenly he was very close, huffing warm breath on Harry’s face, “then you should really get here earlier.”
“What? Why?” paralysed by the proximity, buzzing on Malfoy’s sharp smell, apple and citrus and—kiwi?
“Potter, this is the ice-cream world. First come, first serve.” And he was off, back to the cart with his choker and his arse, for which such tight trousers should be made fucking illegal. Put his arm around his coworker, winked again. Harry didn’t like it, didn’t know what to do with the whole thing, with any of it. Took himself back home and sulked at the walls until too late at night.
Decided. It was even fairly easy. Fell asleep and dreamed of a forest, of the sea.
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“Brawl,” he announced when he finally found Malfoy, now wearing all yellow. “I want a brawl. You need to be punched, and I could take a few kicks, I reckon. Let’s brawl.”
“Hurray,” Malfoy smiled. “I finish at six. Meet me behind the pirate ship. And, Potter, you should probably wear something a little less nice if fisticuffs is what you’re going for.”
Not grinning (Malfoy thinks his shirt is nice?) Harry went back home, made lunch for Teddy, dreamed a little with his eyes open. Cleaned the debris of the cabinet Ted’s magic accidentally exploded, releasing candy flying everywhere, changed into joggers and a tee.
“Where are you going, again?” asked Ron, who came by to babysit. He settled down in the living room with a hand on the remote and the other around a huge bowl of popcorn.
“Nowhere special. Just a little walk in the park or something. Going to watch the new Spider-Lad?”
“Paw Patrol!” Teddy exclaimed, his whole face a toothless grin.
Ron rolled his eyes. “Paw Patrol? Again? Teddy, there’s a whole world of cinematic goodness for us to discover, and Auntie Hermione still thinks I’m full of it but there are whole films about animals who can talk!”
“Full of it,” Harry said.
“Shut up, mate, I’m serious! What do you say, Ted? A lion that can sing, or those pup detectives again?”
“Paw Patrol!”
“Okay. Paw Patrol it is.” A desolate, commiserating look to Harry: “Honestly, what is it tonight? You can’t stop smiling.”
“Nothing, nothing, I promise.” Nearly ran to the park, was there well before half-five, antsy and giddy and nervous. Walked around and around in circles, oblivious to the kids and families and shouts from the pirate ship. To anything that wasn’t—
Malfoy appeared, still in yellow, making him look slightly sallow and lanky. Coming closer. Harry’s heart was rioting in his chest, was going to deafen him.
“You came,” Malfoy said. He looked pleased. It was shaded behind the ride, a grassy area empty of trees. Malfoy dropped his backpack to the ground, pulled something out of it. Still crouched: “Do you want to count us down, or…?”
“Erm. Sure.” Harry’s never really done it like this before. Scheduled like a play-date or something. Malfoy was still on his knees near the bag. “Three… two… one?”
What attacked him was too soft and too cold to be hands—oh, Malfoy just dumped ice cream on his head, quickly melting into his hair, sticky down his throat, under his shirt. Tongue darting out to taste it: yuck, lemon.
“Bastard!” Harry cried, half-blinded with the soft substance, lunging at him with his eyes closed: “come here, you fucking, arsehole, let me,” found Malfoy’s hair and pulled. “You think this is funny?”
“Ow, ah, ha ha,” fucker, he really did, folded nearly in two in Harry’s arms, “it, gods, just too much—”
“Yeah? How would you like it if I,” scooping a dollop out of his hair and shoving it in the general area of Malfoy’s face, hopefully where the choking sounds were coming out of.
“Potter, stop, stop, I can’t,” laughing like a maniac, not even trying to kick Harry off. “Potter!”
Harry somehow managed to shove them both to the grass, where they’d started rolling, sticky and covered in horrible melting cream, both of them swimming in it, both of them laughing. “You’re such a git,” smearing as much as he could on Malfoy’s face, on his uniform, on his neck. Climbed atop him and pinned him down, laughing, laughing.
“You,” Malfoy sputtered, “P-otter, ha, I can’t, ow, ah—”
“Am I hurting you?” asked Harry, who only earlier today planned on punching him. Slid on top of Malfoy’s slimy clothes until he had one sticky cheek in his hand. “Malfoy, are you okay?”
He was still laughing. “Is this,” his chest heaving, “is this what you, ha, wanted?”
“No,” empathetically, laughing too. “You’re a lunatic. It’s—grand.”
“Honestly, when you came and, haha, brawl, I couldn’t—” wiping his eyes, it must sting, all this melted ice cream where it really shouldn’t be. “Ow, this was a terrible idea.”
Harry didn’t know if he agreed. Sticking his pinkie finger in the welling of liquid gathered under Malfoy’s collarbone, bringing it to his lips: “It’s actually not that bad.”
“Hmm?” looking up at Harry, those bright eyes. “Yes?”
“Here, have some.” It was half surprising, how gentle his finger was, tracing Malfoy’s bottom lip till it opened. How carefully he fed Malfoy his own ice cream. Half a surprise and half… not.
Malfoy licked his lips, made Harry’s whole body shiver. “Mm. Not the best. Come back tomorrow and I’d give you something really nice.”
“Can it maybe come in a cone?” this hopeful thing igniting in his belly. “You know, like normal ice cream?”
Malfoy was still laughing. Harry could feel it between his knees, where Malfoy’s ribs were shaking. “Sure. In a cone. You chicken.”
“I’m the—” incensed, Harry leaned down to swipe a big lick from Malfoy’s neckline all the way to his jaw. It tasted awful and slightly electrifying. Forgetting all about the rebuke, Harry did it again.
“Po—Potter,” a moan, when Harry sucked the salty-sweet skin. “Potter!”
“Sweet,” Harry said nonsensically. “You—it’s sweet.”
His smile, when it stretched in yucky, sticky lines on his face. Made Harry’s chest sort of spark. “I can be sweet, too. Just you wait.”
When he kissed him, he tasted like lemons.
*
The next day Teddy accidentally grew a tail and two ears while arguing another rewatch of Paw Patrol. The nice witch from Mungo’s said it was no issue, that they would probably spell off in a day or two. Gave them a very odd-looking hat and advised them to go out and enjoy this brilliant, sunny day.
What else could they do, then, but go to the park?
Walked around and around, rode the pirate ship three times, searched in every ice cream stand until, by total accident: “Potter,” with a tilt of his head. All in blue, a truly unfair sight. “And his little monkey, too.”
“I’m a pup!” Teddy shouted, running towards him. “Paw Patrol!”
“Indeed,” Malfoy agreed with a strange smile. “It’s good to meet you, Edward. I’m—”
“Draco Malfoy!” Teddy already knew? Somehow? “Uncle Harry talks about you all the—”
“Ha ha,” covering the whole little face with his hand, “he’s joking, of course. No, I, erm, probably told him a thing or two about the—ice cream, or something. Teddy, do you want some ice cream?”
“Mm-hmm!” from behind Harry’s hand. Pointing at a flavour that didn’t look much like anything, a blue blurb.
Malfoy nodded, considering. “Excellent choice, young pup sir. Blueberry bubble-gum, coming right up. And for the gentleman?”
Teddy pointed at something that looked even less like it should be edible. Malfoy’s devilish grin told him he was correct in that assessment. “Hmm. Naturally, naturally. In fact, and if I might add—sprinkles?”
Ted started jumping up and down. His hat shifted slightly, showing what now were—
“Oh my,” Malfoy covered his own mouth, and what turned out to be laughter, “blue ears, Edward? That’s not something you see every day.”
Teddy came forward to watch how Malfoy scooped up the ice cream with the big spoon, eyes round. “Can I do that?” he turned to Harry. “Please, please, can I—”
“Why not? Hop in. I’ll show you how to do it so even your Uncle Harry is impressed.” And he guided Teddy’s hand to scoop up Harry’s ice cream, in what had to be at least twenty different health-code violations. “Do you want to do the sprinkles too?”
Was how they all ended up covered in sprinkles, and Malfoy closed off the stand (“smoking break, something, whatever,”) and they took a walk around the park till they found a slightly shaded area.
It really was a brilliant day. Teddy was happy enough even with the weird, itchy hat, and Malfoy was—bright blue. This thing melting in Harry’s chest felt uncomfortably close to ice cream.
*
On his lunch break the next day, Malfoy was wearing orange. He wondered if it was his ice-cream business, and he’s the one who changed colour every day; or if there truly were so many rivalling stands, each with their own theme. It didn’t matter. None of it did, besides for Malfoy’s lips, which stretched into a smile, and his eyes, crinkling with it too, and his hands, reaching out for Harry.
“So?” he asked when Harry was close enough to take one. “Did I pass. The test. The—dogged deliberation.”
“What are you talking about?” Harry laughed, pulled him closer.
“Teddy, of course! You brought him as your expert judge, I expect. What did he say? Am I allowed to do this?” brought Harry’s hand to his mouth, kissed it. “And, this?” pinched his side painfully.
“Ow! Bastard! I didn’t—Teddy was just off because of the whole, ear thing. I didn’t bring him to judge you or whatever.”
“So why did you come here?” eyebrow rising, rising. With that piercing that made Harry want to lick it. “I mean, there are many other things you could do on a day off, but you keep coming—here.”
“This is my park,” Harry reminded him gently. Malfoy scoffed, turned his face away. “Hey—”
“No, no, you’re right. Your park. I suppose that makes me your employee? Kinky shit, Sir.”
“Malfoy.” Tugged his chin up, made him look. “I keep coming here because I like you. Because you’re deranged and I don’t get you half the time and I like you. Is that enough, or do you want the whole song and dance?”
This half-smile he kept chewing on springing loose. “Ooh, there’s a dance?”
Harry kissed him, helpless with it. “You’re such an arsehole,” into his neck, and today Malfoy smelled like orange blossom and like mango, something addictive and crushing, unbearable. “How do you even,” inhaling deep, deep, “do this?”
“Magic, of course,” Malfoy laughed, and kissed him back.
The problem was it was magic. The problem was Harry couldn’t get enough. The main problem was, he couldn’t remember why that was a problem.
*
The next day he couldn’t go to the park again (something about staying an hour past his lunch break? Something about barely showing up to work in a week. Something about being an adult and having responsibilities, something silly). Harry texted the number Malfoy gave him, which might have been a joke, or a hoax, didn’t hope for much.
Got a reply a little too quickly. A photo of an ice cream stand, all in pink. Then an emoji with the tongue sticking out. Harry thought: this man is mad, and I might be head over heels for him. Smiled into his coffee cup and thought about what to cook for Teddy tonight. Maybe he’d invite Malfoy over? Maybe it could be a thing. God, could he make it a thing, could he build something out of it, this colourful whirlwind of a spark?
Closed his eyes: everything was pink, like a mouth puckered for a kiss, like cartoon hearts. Decided, and it was even fairly easy.
*
“You have to try the lavender.”
“Yes, Uncle Harry, try it, try it!”
Harry rolled his eyes, prayed for mercy. “Awfully suspicious, the two of you are being.”
“What! Teddington, I think your uncle just insulted us. Show him how we feel about that.” Teddy tried to pout, but he was smiling too much. “Very good. Now, come on, Harry, we made it especially for you!”
It was purple. The whole cart, the whole world, behind his eyelids and the silly suit Malfoy was wearing. Harry opened his mouth and let them stick a spoon in. Swallowed: lavender. Oddly nice, just a little sweet, just the way he liked it.
“You both are,” Harry tried, couldn’t find the word. Mad and brilliant and purple. “Ach, come here.” Wrapping his arms around all the sticky limbs he could find, this rumbling in his chest still, to this day, close to toppling him over.
It was very colourful, being alive.
In the distance Ted’s bubbles were distinctly purple, too.
For the brilliant @purplehotmess who gave me such a sweet prompt!
#drarry fic#3k#SWEET FLUFF WARNING#Harry raises Teddy#Draco is an ice-cream maker#accidental magic#rockingrobin69
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ive gotten to the point where there are no shots left from which to copy when it comes to the lu.cifer penthouse/club build so im just going ham making shit up for any room i think should be there but isnt. the club has a little staff only kitchen and dressing rooms for the dancers and bathrooms and a tiny parking garage which i did the way i wanted to do it bc the lot i chose isnt big enough for that shit and cars arent real in s.ims 4 anyway. i took a tiny toy van and scaled it up to actual van size so i could pretend it's making a delivery to the club
#im about to build lu.cifer's unseen PERSONAL kitchen which is going to be stupid huge and he's GOING to have an ice cream maker#because why would he not have an ice cream maker#im gonna have fun trying to build all the skills for s.im lu.cifer that lu.cifer would have#club guests will be getting so much free food while i try to make him a good cook#harper has spoken#harper's playing s.ims 4#r: lovingly indulgent#i hope that live-in business mod works lsdkfj i'd hate to have that bottom floor empty
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hey quick question to the minecrafters, what do you guys think a chorus fruit would taste like?
#the log speaks#ok to rb#minecraft#mineblr#minecraftblr#for context- i am coming up with fake ideas for if minecraft had an ice cream maker and what flavors might be viable.#i thought maybe chorus fruit but the thing is its fake so i have no way of knowing if itd taste good as ice cream or not.#so im curious abt how yall imagine it.
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so um
ice cream dilf…
how’d he make the ice cream for the dessert 🤨🤨
Getting it clear that cinnabar baked those rolls..... As for the ice cream, that's all up to you, dear
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No Churn chocolate chip ice cream
No Churn chocolate chip ice cream is a delightful frozen treat that doesn’t require an ice cream maker. It’s a simple and delicious way to make ice cream at home, and just what the start of the weekend needs!! Below is a quick and simple recipe for my choco chip ice cream. Try it..
Ingredients:2 cups heavy whipping cream(double cream)1 can sweetened condensed milk1 teaspoon vanilla extract1/2…
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Hey,
Sleep Token fans (of which I am included)!
Let's look at something interesting today! No new pictures, but we'll probably get those tomorrow and Saturday!
No, no, let's look at something really, really interesting that I'm sure we can allllll relate to!
I am sure we all saw this and still all see it.
Now, we have five (5) days left in July! Five! This hasn't changed, nor have I received an email about any updates on this! But what I have received is a lot of, really, nothing from them!
Now!
AHEM.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Well, isn't Trustpilot open to all? There's no moderation, so maybe, oh, not trustworthy (there's a pun there, but I'm too sleepy) or something. But, with consistent reviews, like these...(and many more in the link above to look through on your own)
You can't help but wonder!
So, yeah, maybe a shit company for consumers. Especially with policies like this: "We hold NO RESPONSIBILITY for MAGAZINES that may be damaged, confiscated, or not delivered. All sales are final, if shipped."
Because isn't THAT fun. But the keywords there are "IF shipped".
Oh, and Terms of Service, silly me, why didn't I just read the "We are not responsible if information made available on this site is not accurate, complete or current. The material on this site is provided for general information only and should not be relied upon or used as the sole basis for making decisions without consulting primary, more accurate, more complete or more timely sources of information. Any reliance on the material on this site is at your own risk. [...] We reserve the right to modify the contents of this site at any time, but we have no obligation to update any information on our site."
You know, gosh, I should have expected that! Why not just lie then and say "Coming Soon" like new movies on DVDs! At least then I'd have lower expectations than I have now, which are, in fact, at the bottom of the ocean!
"We do not guarantee, represent or warrant that your use of our service will be uninterrupted, timely, secure or error-free."
I mean, wow, no shit, I would have never guessed!
So, anyway, do I have a solution? Nope, I'm still at the level of creative violence that we all know and love! Their customer service is known to be shit, but below, I've listed it along with their Twitter and Instagram.
Revolver Shop Customer Service
Revolver Magazine Twitter
https://twitter.com/Revolvermag?s=20
Revolver Magazine Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/revolvermag/
Overall, shitty company! I hope this isn't just a scam or the wait is over a year. I hope we get our magazine and the other variant or whatever you purchased without it being of terrible quality or actually torn up in transit within the next month or at least recieve some form of update, especially if you or a loved one spent money on those bundles, you may be entitled to a little bit of anger!
But, anyway, I'm angry, it's 7 in the morning, and my crow brain kind of just, ya know, realized it's almost the end of July.
Fuck Revolver Magazine.
#sleep token#revolver magazine#like sleep token babygirls did you check the reputation of this site#if any of the links are wonky pls let me know im on mobile#if any of you say oh this is normal i am stringing you up like a lightbulb using a candy necklace i swear#july edition should mean idk JULY edition not JULY OF NEXT YEAR ya know#anyway im going to gut the ceo with a spoon make em swallow his eyeballs and smother him with a towel soaked with his own blood#how is everyone else doing? hope you're well have lots of warm things or cold things or whatever temperatures you enjoy#i bought an ice cream maker bc im allergic to milk and all other options have coconut another allergy! what did you do today or yesterday?#my crow brain and me are out! peace!
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who tell you be dad is easy
#battington tapes#harmony and horror#battington martin#battington ice cream man#battington toy maker
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Icm Yuu seem cool
Just have a month of a sailor and the sass of a angry divorce mother who is a girl boss, with the caring of a grandma
More so she openly talk shit to everyone and point out heat they need to improve
How would Sebek, Jack, and Vil when Icecream maker Yuu just said get their dumbass head out of their ass and said " you guys are smarter then anyone give credit to, but what's more is getting that stupid ass ego out of your ass before I will and it won't be a nice banana split Friday but a fucking smug Choco Tuesday ''
And what's more it's on a Wednesday and icecream special is Punch a Rocker ( it's cake chunk's are separate of three flavors of apple/strawberry, chocolate fudge and cookie mix, and last berry mix ) with everything half off with topping
Sebek was trying to argue with Ice but sadly Ice is very much willing to get into a big ass argument about manners with him. He ends up respecting them since they put a few boys who said something offensive about fae's in their place. He'll have a scream convo with them, everyone wonders if they are truly friends. They tolerate each other at best.
Jack was put off the first time he meet them. They were cussing out Ruggie for thinking he could steal a free ice cream from them. When he tried to get in the middle he was promptly told to get his dumbass head out of his ass since he can't defend someone from stealing form their parlor. They were pissed bc they do everything really low prices. He said he'd make it up to them by working for them on weekends and Wednesdays.
Vil when they hosted VDC he finally met the person with a silver tongue as everyone says, their words were sharper then the knives Rook had. During the week he went to the parlor to scold them for feeding the boy's junk food. Yuu told him to shove his dumbass head out his ass, he stuttered because no one told that to him before and they had an argument. But he was shutted up by them telling him it was a Wednesday. They gave him a vegan alternative of the ice cream and told him to chill out.
#ice cream maker yuu#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland yuu#twst yuu#sebek zigvolt#jack howl#vil shoenheit#twst sebek#twst jack#twst vil
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Top 5 flavours of ice cream
I'm actually not a huge ice cream lover, for some reason, but I am fond of
cookie dough (but i think i've only found one gluten free kind so this isn't something I can really have anymore)
coffee
butter pecan (so underrated imo)
cherry (chocolate chip and cherry, or vanilla cherry, or whatever, I'm not too picky as long as it's with real cherries)
pretty much any kind that has caramel lol (I used to love turtle tracks, and there's at least one Ben & Jerry's that has a caramel core that was really good)
Ok, this reminds me that I have a little bit of coffee ice cream left in the freezer that I think I'm going to finish off tonight heh
#batty answers#ask game#ask me top 5 anything#maybe i should get an ice cream maker and make my own cookie dough#omg now i'm missing Ben & Jerry's Half Baked which is brownie and cookie dough iirc
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Made some homemade ice-cream using an ice-cream maker! So delicious! 😋 🍦
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my boss found my blootooth headphones that I had been missing for like a month inside the ice cream maker. ok
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I had another weird dream. My kids were on a field trip in a city. My mom and I were chaperoning and my aunt got off the subway with a weird contraption on her head. It was an old fashioned manual mixer and as she was cranking it, 3 different flavors of ice cream (in perfectly round scoops) were coming out of it. My mom got mad lol. We all went in the basement of a building and there was a crypt. There was an inscription on this one block in the floor explaining that a demon from the Napoleonic wars was trapped inside and that two marshals, Suchet and Lefebvre, were trapped with him to keep it at bay. If you opened it, you had to read a spell to hold it back. I was like, "This isn't right, there's no way those marshals could still be alive in there. It's 1910!" (??) One of the mom's stepped forward and started doing a weird chant and we opened the slab. 3 marshals rose out but one was just the demon in disguise. The spell worked and the demon was still trapped and the Suchet and Lefebvre turned to dust and blew away.
Why do I keep dreaming about random marshals and ghosts and stuff? 😳
#dream#Napoleonic marshals#suchet#Lefebvre#demon#field trip#i kinda want that ice cream maker though
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