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thursdayisfriday · 7 months

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ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ⋆˚✿˖°

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Kyojuro Rengoku x GN! Reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Fluff (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Cooking with Senjuro and Rengoku, short dabble

Senjuro stared at the boiling rice sitting in the pot, watching it bubble up. The hot heat from the fire heated up his face. “Staring at the pot won’t make the process go faster,Senjuro” You chuckled lightly. Senjuro looked back at you, turning his focus away from the pot. You were holding a rather large green basket that looked quite heavy. Senjuro shot up from his seat, jogging towards you quickly. “Let me help you with that”.

You shook your head and grinned. “I got it you know”. Senjuro pouted “Please, I'm tired of just sitting here and not doing anything” You smiled softly and thanked him. “Just put it in the kitchen” You said, handing it to him. He nodded quickly before speeding off inside. The pot steamed, you walked over watching the rice. It looks soft enough to make the treat. Humming you grabbed the rag from your pocket and picked up the hot pot. Just in time, Senjuro ran back out the house. “Is it ready?” he asks, excitedly. You nodded and smiled. “Do me a favor and take out the fire”. He nodded, quickly making his way to the water pump while you went inside.

Searching the cabinets, you looked for your strainer. Pans and pots clanged together making loud pinging noises, but you quickly shot up once you found what you were looking for. Taking the cloth in your hand again, you wrapped it around the pot and put the strainer on top then leaned the pot down. Hot water escaped the creases until there was only rice left in the pot. You sat the pot on the table behind you and washed out some of the dishes in the sink, humming to yourself slightly. You invited Senjuro over so you guys could make some onigiri. You knew that after all the cleaning he’d be hungry, plus Rengoku was supposed to come soon and you wanted to surprise him with a treat.

Speaking of the devil, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, making you jump a little. “Love?” You turned your head a little to meet the eyes of your reddish-yellowish haired boyfriend. He was smiling happily and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Yes honey?” in his boastrust voice. “Your back so early”

“Why yes I am. The demon didn’t put up that much of a fight” Rengoku grabbed the rag next to you and started to help you dry the dishes. “But how was your day, Honey?”. “Just fine, but I was hoping you’d come a little later. I wanted to surprise you.” You fake pouted and placed the dishes back in the rightful places. “Hehe..sorry about that” He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed. “Rengoku!” Senjuro ran in tackling his brother, or at least trying to, “Senjuro!” Rengoku repeated, picked up his brother and swung her around in the air. The two laughed like a bunch of goff balls, They were like two peas in a pod. “Are you here to help us make the onigiri!” Your face palmed yourself and huffed. “Ah, Sen, that was supposed to be a surprise for Rengoku”

“Oh! Right.” He chuckled nervously. “Sorry”. Grabbing a few more ingredients, you signaled the boys to follow you. “Well you know what they say, the more the merrier '' placing some seaweed in front of Senjuro, you handed him a knife. “Here, Cut these into small thick squares,” Senjuro nodded happily and got right to work. Rengoku ruffled the little kid's hair, making Senjuro giggle. “Anything you need me to do, dear?” Rengoku looked around curiously. “Why yes actually. Here” You handed him (Meat of your choice) and your homemade teriyaki sauce. “Cut the meat up into tiny pieces and mix this in with the meat”. Rengoku hummed and started to work. You liked this.Cooking with Rengoku and Senjuro, or just cooking with anyone. The smell of the species, the laughter, the fun. It just couldn’t get any better than that. It reminded you of home.

“DELICIOUS!” Rengoku yelped once again. “My love, this is delicious!” Your face heated up from all the praise Rengoku threw at you. “Please, we all worked on this together. “Food is always better when you make it with family”, that's what my mom used to say”. You smiled lightly remembering her soft voice in your head. A warm hand covered yours, pulling you out of your thoughts. Rengoku raised your hands to his lips and kissed it softly, staring into your eyes lovingly. His enchanted smile made your heart ache and your face redden. He always knew what to do to make you feel better.

“Please marry my brother, (Y/N)”. Rengoku and you both utter an “Huh” as you looked at the boy who was currently stuffing his face with the onigiri.You laughed covering your mouth slightly. “Sen- wait right there” You got out in between your laughs.and went to grab a piece of paper. “What? What's wrong?” Senjuro was confused about the situation. Rengoku beamed, laughing rather loudly at his brother's antics. “Rengoku! Stop~” Senjuro whined, hitting his brother lightly for teasing him. You came back, wiping Senjuro's dirty face.

“Senjuro, you do know that the food isn’t going anywhere, right?”

“You don't know that…” Senjuro mumbled with his arms folded against his chest.

“Get home safely now, Love” You gave Rengoku one last kiss on his lips. He smiled against your lips, kissing you softly then pulled back. “I will, I promise”. You perk up and ran back inside then ran back out with a small wrap of food. “This is?”. “For your dad” You pushed the food near him and smiled softly. “I figured he might be hungry too”. You saw Rengoku smile drop into a sincere smile. “Thank you, really”. His hand rested on your waist as yours snaked around his neck. He gave you one last peck, before getting close to your ears

“Maybe we should get married. Think about it~♡”

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠ﾟ⁠+

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thelcsdaily · 8 months

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Moo Shu Beef Steak Bowl

Many people need to return to their jobs and schools. Stick to one-pan (or one-pot) dinners to give yourself a break when it comes to dinner. This classic Mandarin Chinese recipe is one that can be made with either ground beef or pork. I prefer utilizing thinly sliced beef steak. This dish which I commonly referred to as the Chinese version of a burrito The filling is encased in a thin pancake made of water and flour, or you may buy one of those Mexican flour tortillas, but for today's meal, I'm having this with steamed Japanese white rice.

“Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” ― Craig Claiborne

#food #asian cuisine #chinese cuisine #chinese food #beijing #beijing flood #homemade #home cooking #home cooked food #home cooked meal #beef dishes #beef dish #moo shoo type dish #moo shoo #moo shu #my photography #food photography #original photography #thelcsdaily

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blacksapphrodite · 7 months

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🍅 Tomato Magic for Love and Prosperity ❤️

Like most everything I cook, this sauce gets the magic treatment. It makes adding magic to other meals I cook during the week a breeze! I always make this in the slow cooker on a weekend when I can babysit it. Sauces like this should be cooked low and slow, and it’s less likely to burn in a crock-pot. It can, of course, be cooked on the stove as well, but it requires a lot more monitoring. Whatever you use, treat this sauce like it’s your baby, and it’ll come out amazing.

With the main ingredient in this sauce being, well, tomatoes, it lends itself very well to love and prosperity magic. Tomatoes are considered an aphrodisiac and are tied to Lady Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.🩷 They’re also known to dispel negativity and bring wealth to the home. So this would be a good recipe to help inspire a happy marital home, or to serve on a date night, or bring about love or wealth in general! I like to think of it as a spell for a loving and prosperous home.💕 I use cans of crushed tomatoes, but you can use fresh as well if you have some nice ripes ones. My last attempt at fresh didn’t end well, but I’ll try it again soon and let you all know how it goes! Now let’s get to the actual recipe.

Ingredients

2 large cans of crushed Tomatoes (prosperity, passion, love)

Garlic, minced and/or roasted* (love, purity, banishing negativity)

Water or Broth (about a can’s worth)

1 small can of tomato paste (guard against negativity)

1 medium Onion, minced (endurance, stability, banishing negativity)

A couple glugs of olive oil

A glug of red wine

Half of a roasted, skinned and pureed red bell pepper (optional, but so good!)*

Bay leaf (love, passion, harmony)

Basil (wealth,love, faithfulness)

Oregano (ward against negative energy, happiness, peaceful energy)

Thyme (positivity, prosperity)

Parsley (happiness, passion, protection)

Sage (prosperity, mental clarity)

Rosemary (beauty, love, general magical boost)

Marjoram (happiness, love, money)

Sea Salt (purity, protection)

Pepper (passion)

Crushed red pepper (passion, a spell booster)

You can go about making this sauce two different ways. In one version, you just toss everything into the pot, give it a good couple of clockwise stirs, turn the heat to low and let it cook all day long. This, of course, still tastes amazing and it’s incredibly easy. You can draw some sigils on the pot or crock-pot in dry erase marker for an extra boost to your spell, too!

The second method is also easy, but takes a bit more time and mess. In this version, you’ll want to saute your onions and garlic in some of the olive oil. Then, add the tomato paste with some water and cook that down. Add your wine and cook it down some more. If you’re using the roasted bell pepper, add that to this mixture too. Dump this amazing smelling concoction into your crock pot with the tomatoes and other ingredients and then let it cook all day. You’ll have an extra pan to wash, but even more depth of flavor!

Say your intent and affirmations every time you check on the sauce to stir. If you have a red and/or gold or green pillar candles or tea lights, light those as well and place them in the kitchen. As you add and adjust your herbs and spices, continue to charge with your intent. At the end of the day, serve over some steaming pasta with parmesan cheese (or a good vegan substitute!), and enjoy!

I always make extra to save and use throughout the week in other dishes that could use a love or money boost. Plus it tastes amazing. So make a night of it, and enjoy!

*I use. A lot of garlic. You could use as much as a whole head, but I usually use about half of one. If you have the patience to roast it, do so. It’s sooooo good. To roast, peel off some of the outer skin of the head, cut off the top, coat it in olive oil and roast it at around 350 degrees for an hour. You can just squeeze out that garlicky goodness.

*To roast a red bell pepper, coat it in oil, broil it until the skin blackens. Place it in a paper or plastic bag and close it so the steam continues to cook it and loosen the skin. Once it’s cool, peel the skin off! You can then chop or puree it for your sauce.

Keep in mind that you can alter the purpose of this spell with your intent, using different herbs, etc. This is a base recipe and you can tailor it to your needs. :)

(I'm cleaning up my blog and reposting some of my spells/etc that were once hosted on my website.💕)

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134340am · 2 years

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breakfast hours

61. surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, 1.1k words, sfw + cw food

in magazine interviews, you often said you wouldn’t trade your job as a pro-hero for the world.

and there’s some truth to that statement, despite it being something planted in your mouth by your public relations specialist—because ensuring the safety and protecting the smiles of all the citizens in Japan is a worthy, meaningful job.

but saying you wouldn’t trade heroism for a few lazy weekend mornings here and there was a complete lie.

you miss everything about them—sleeping in till whenever, getting roused by the gentle sunlight that warms your room through your thin curtains, waking up at your own pace. lazing in bed while scrolling through your social media, taking a long shower, changing into something that wasn’t your hero costume for once.

and the best part of every morning: breakfast, no longer a necessity but a privilege. sometimes superheroes skip breakfast too—and having to get up at the crack of dawn every single day has ruined your appetite in the mornings. even the thought of chomping down on some plain crackers and water already has your stomach churning in discomfort.

but while slow weekends as a pro-hero were hard to come by, weekends with your pro-hero boyfriend are even rarer. you can count on one hand the number of times you had the privilege of waking up next to him after the sun had gone up. and most times, unlike the cute couple pictures you see on pinterest or instagram, there aren’t any elaborate breakfast spreads or sweet cuddles to look forward to—only soft complaints of it being too bright, can’t sleep or the traffic downstairs being too fuckin’ loud or it being too early for us to be awake, damn it.

today was an exception.

today, you and katsuki managed to sync up on a rare weekend off, and he was making the most of it—the hour hand on your kitchen clock has barely reached the number eight, and katsuki already has a pot of miso soup going on the stove, rice steaming away in the rice cooker, and various vegetable side dishes all lined up on the dining table.

safe to say, you were beyond impressed when you get up and see the spread.

katsuki’s focused on rolling up tamagoyaki in his favourite frying pan, another eye trained on the salted mackerel grilling away in the corner, so he doesn’t hear the sound of your slipper-clad feet padding up to him. in an instant, you have your arms circled around his waist, smacking a loud muah! to his cheek which had him jumping away from you instantaneously.

“what the— don’t do that! i’m cooking and there’s hot oil here! plus i nearly broke the stupid omelette—” he’s rambling away now, sparing you a second-long glare before he’s ushering you towards the dining table. “sit down and wait, shrimpy. don’t touch anything.”

you only giggle at his concern and his scowling grumpy face that held no real malice. it was hard to be serious around him when he was wearing one of your aprons—a well-worn, kitten-patterned one that was far different from his usual all-black fashion, and you only laughed harder when you spotted his butt crack peeking out of his low-hung sweatpants when he turned around and stomped back into the kitchen.

a quick glance at the clock—almost eight now—told you that you would typically be finishing up patrol by now. but today, you indulge in the privilege of watching your grumpy boyfriend perfect his tamagoyaki roll for you—because he has standards to uphold in this house.

at eight a.m. sharp, katsuki rounds the dining table with your breakfast: a slab of grilled mackerel, miso soup with a generous helping of tofu cubes bobbing in it, golden-yellow tamagoyaki, and steaming hot rice ladled into your favourite bowl.

you take in the spread before you, a traditional breakfast that was worlds different from the stale granola bars you’d chuck in your bag on the way out the door. despite it being made of simple ingredients, you could feel the love and effort katsuki put into cooking for you, evident in the careful way he rolled up your omelette and the extra cubes of tofu in your soup.

“thank you for the meal, katsuki.” you beamed over at him, genuinely giddy with happiness. it wasn’t everyday that you got to share a homely meal with your lover first thing in the morning, and the bare domesticity of it comforts you in a way you couldn’t explain,

“thank you for not getting in the way,” he bites back sarcastically, but the look he shoots you is fond and filled with longing. like he’s hungry too, not just for food, but for this very moment. who knows when will be the next time you can have breakfast together again?

the pair of you clasp your hands together in front of your chests. “itadakimasu.”

you pick up your chopsticks, mouth already watering. you sink your teeth into the pillowy fluffiness of your favourite tamagoyaki, a delighted hum falling from your lips at the savoury, juicy taste. you can detect a hint of dashi broth in the roll—just the way you liked it, and your heart warms at the thought of katsuki remembering that little tidbit.

i’m so happy i could die now, you think to yourself, stuffing rice into your mouth.

CLUNK!!

fuck, didn’t actually mean that.

your eyes meet katsuki’s immediately, alarmed by the unnaturally dull, heavy sound that reverberated through the room.

“‘fuck was that?” katsuki asks through a mouthful of fish, just as confused as you.

silence. your ears stay pricked, listening for any other sound that was out of place on this serene saturday morning.

silence. your concerned expression mirroring that of katsuki’s.

silence. the faint, faraway rush of traffic and birds.

then another startling CLUNK!!, exponentially louder now, and you and katsuki were out of your seats within seconds.

a quick scan of the horizon from your window very quickly revealed the cause of the suspicious sound: what looked like a metal-wielding quirk-user gleefully dropping orbs of metal from the high-rise building across yours.

“that fucker— littering is prohibited,” katsuki growls beside you, already rushing off to get his gauntlets.

“since when did you care about the rules, baby?” you ask, hot on his heels.

“i care about my damn breakfast. i’ve been waiting for this the whole week.”

“ha, same.”

you shoot a mournful look back at your plates, barely touched and still steaming hot. “think we can get back here before the food gets cold?”

“i don’t think so, shrimpy.” katsuki smirks, ever-confident. “i know so. let’s go.”

a/n: take this as an apology for the angsty piece i uploaded recently hehe. thank you for reading!

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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pairing: reiner x black!fem reader

word count: 5.1k

content: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading language, size kink, backshots, m!penetration, creampie, breeding kink

Merry Belated Christmas everyone!! Hope everyone has had a sliver of something nice this holiday season — If not yet, then let this fic be it! This piece is part of the Hey! You! Rent is Due! series that I’m currently writing on AO3. You can definitely read this without reading any of the prior stories but if you want more of these two shenanigans, you can read the stuff over there (and advisably after the 1st fic but before the 2nd!!). Enjoy 🫶🏾

Christmas was a rather difficult time for Reiner.

Having always spent them with just him and Karina dwindled the experience over the years and turned the holiday sour for him.

Not like Karina didn’t attempt to make them special; she absolutely tried her best to make young Reiner the warmest meals and bow the cutest few presents — but the Christmas’ he watched on TV and heard from his friends just didn’t match up with the ones he lived, hence the mild distaste towards it.

However, now that he was currently infatuated with you and had you as the every figment of his daydream thoughts, Christmas was sounding like a better concept than it did most years.

“You doing anything over the Christmas period?”

Reiner was currently posted up within your small kitchenette, the small of his back pressed against the countertop as he watched you cook — half an orange segment occupying his hands.

“Not really.” You neutrally answered.

“How come?”

Taking in a deep breath, you continued to season the food. You shook a shake of cardamom into the pan before answering the man.

“I’d normally spend it with my folks but the family all live kinda far out and scattered everywhere. Plus even if they were to fly in, most flights get cancelled this time of the year anyway so it probably won’t be possible.” You said, your focus still occupied on sautéing food.

The blonde popped an orange piece into his mouth but moved off the counter to stand behind you.

“So you’ll be spending it alone?”

You shrugged before briefly glancing up at him.

“I guess so, yeah.”

Reiner hummed in thought.

Even he, who wasn’t the biggest Christmas fan, felt a twinge in his heart at the fact that you were going to spend it alone. He definitely knows how holidays can bring about a cloud of lonely melancholy and so he really did feel compelled at your circumstance.

Reiner placed a singular orange slice in front of your mouth and so you took the initiative to lean forwards and receive the fruit from his hand. Reiner then put the last few in his own mouth before snaking his arms around your waist. As soon as he stood over you, a heavy whaft of steam from the food softly billowed over his face.

“I would really like to spend Christmas with you. If family was visiting at least then my mother would be distracted enough for me to slip out.”

Swallowing the orange in your mouth and then shaking your head, you made a noise of alarmed surprise.

“Nope. Don’t even think about that. As much as I’d love to see you, it’d be too risky.”

“But you won’t be spending it with anyone.” He said a lot more softly.

You could only pout at how Reiner’s concern touched your heart. Even without the two of you being in a relationship, he still held you in high consideration and treated you well.

“I know, and I’m grateful that you’re thinking about me but there’s nothing we can do about it, Rei. It’s not like I could come see you or you me. It’s just how things have turned out this year.”

The man didn’t say much else. You can tell he was pondering your thoughts but the last thing you wanted him to feel for you was sympathy. Slightly leaning into him, you pressed your head against the expanse of his chest.

You didn’t want him thinking about this too hard.

“It’s fine Rei, really. It won’t be too bad. I can finally just have a relaxing day to myself. Make myself a mini roast, call a few friends and family or maybe even watch a service online, we’ll see.”

Even if he didn’t agree with the outcome, you raised a valid point. It’s not like he could invite you round to his; Karina was still in the unknown about the two of you's ‘relationship’ and Christmas was probably not the best time to reveal to his mother that he was fucking her tenant.

He could try sneaking out and pay you a quick visit but that’d mean leaving his mother alone for a while and the last thing he’d want her to feel is abandonment on Christmas.

The only thing Reiner could think to do was buy you a gift — Which is practically a no brainer concerning that’s all he ever seems to know how to do when it comes to pleasing you. Still, the man understands the magic of Christmas is usually accounted for on the day itself so if he intended to do this somewhat right then he needed to think of something innovative.

Bending down to kiss the smooth skin of one of your exposed shoulders, Reiner rubbed his hand down your arm as he echoed your last statement.

“Yeah…I guess we will see.”

Christmas day rolled around and as predicted, nothing too fancy happened for you.

You got dressed into your favourite jumper and pleated skirt, video called a few family and friends, had your mini version of a Christmas dinner and even sat through an hour of an online Christmas service. You’d made what you could out of the day and you were okay with that. Nothing too exciting.

That was, until it had just gone past six and you had an unexpected knock at your door.

Opening up, you were met with absolutely the last faces you thought you’d see today.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Me—Merry…Christmas? Wait, Karina, what are you doing here?”

There in your doorway stood none other than your landlord Karina, and behind her, her son Reiner. The two stood there with wide smiling faces.

“Oh, me and Reiner just took a gamble and thought we’d pay you a visit for the holidays. Didn’t want you spending it alone or anything if that was the case so we popped round! Sorry for not notifying you beforehand.”

You watched as the woman invited herself in, her son lagging behind her. You quickly glanced backwards at Karina before turning round to face Reiner who was still standing in the doorway.

You mouthed ‘what are you doing here?!’ in mild panic but the blonde only chuckled as he handed you a small cheap bag.

“Merry Christmas to you too! I hope Christmas day isn’t too bad of a time to check up on that leaky pipe you emailed me about?” He said in a much louder but warning tone.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

A leaky pipe was definitely not an issue you mentioned to the man. Especially since he’d already come round for the ‘bathroom maintenance’ he forgot last time. But per his blown eyes and strained expression, you started to understand what was going on.

Reiner must have used the excuse of a maintenance job to pay you a visit without making it suspicious. That must have been the only way he could think of how to come and see you on Christmas without it looking suspicious.

With an air of amusement, you took the bag from him, your smile coy.

“Thank you so much for the gift. If I had known you were coming, I would have brought you something too.”

Slightly opening the gift bag, you could make out a card and a small bag of chocolate. A standard and inauspicious gift for a landowner to give to their tenant — Definitely not Reiner’s style.

It was almost as if the man knew the very thing you were thinking regarding he slightly bent himself down to your height to whisper in your ear.

“This is from the both of us. You’re getting your real present from me in a bit.” Reiner quickly pecked your lips with a sweet kiss, a small squeal leaving your mouth at his boldness.

As he pulled away and walked further inside, Karina turned around, just about missing your risky displays of affection with a face displaying mild concern.

“Reiner told me you had a leaky pipe in the bathroom? I know it may seem a bit strange but we thought we might at least come round and fix it today, seeing as it’s Christmas and all. I really do hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience.”

Shaking your head, you dispelled her concerns.

“No, no, not at all, Karina. In fact I’m grateful you thought of me at such a time. Is Christmas usually busy for you?” You tried to make small talk as you proceeded to shut the door behind you and placed the gift down on the small table near the entrance.

Karina gave you a complicated look.

“Rarely ever. Unless family are in town it’s usually just me and Rei so I guess it’s nice we get to see another face.”

With a polite smile, you had the intention to answer but before you could, Reiner spoke up.

“Okay, I’m gonna go check on that plumping work.”

There was a hurried edge to the man’s voice, a sense of desperate urgency as he gravitated towards your bedroom door.

Both you and Karina looked towards Reiner, unsure of what he was rushing for but you didn’t have to wonder for long concerning he raised his eyebrows at you. You however didn’t miss the slight smile on his face.

“Could you show me where the problem is?” He reiterated in your direction.

It took a few seconds for you to realise what he was hinting at but once the penny dropped, your face lit up.

“Yes! The leaky pipe! Sure, sure.”

You took a few steps in the direction of your bedroom but stopped mid way. Remembering you had more than just one guest, you looked back towards your landlord. You smiled sweetly at the blonde woman who was currently seated on your couch.

“Karina. Please, make yourself comfortable. We won’t be long!” You mused.

Like you had to tell her. Karina was already enamoured with the Christmas special that was being played on the TV to pay you much attention.

“Sure, dearest.” She absentely said, her concentration fixed to the screen.

As you turned back to the direction of your room, you realised that the door was now wide open but Reiner was nowhere in sight. Assuming he had already invited himself into your ensuite, you walked into your room unaware.

However, before you could even step properly into the room, your bedroom door had shut behind you and a pair of large yet familiar hands tied themselves around your waists.

With a gleeful smile, you turned around within Reiner’s arms, your first port-of-call being to finally get your full kiss from the man.

“Hey.”

Reiner mumbled into the kiss as he lightly pushed your body against the wall. There was no delay in affection as he kissed you back with just as much vigour.

“Hey.” You muffled back.

“Missed you.”

“Saw me two days ago.”

“Still wan’ad to come.”

“Didn’t have to.” You mewled hungrily into the kiss.

“But I wanted to.” He retorted.

Your arms reached upwards to cling around the blonde’s neck as his hands came down to hook underneath your ass and lift one of your legs around his hip.

“I really wanted to see you. So, so bad.” He muttered into your lips but more to himself.

A hum left your throat to show you understood.

Reiner’s intentions with you were no secret as you could feel the hard pressing of his dick print against your legs. However, this was such an awkward time to do anything inherently sexual, especially concerning it wasn’t just you two in the apartment.

Momentarily gaining a period of common sense, you caressed the short hairs on the back of Reiner’s neck before voicing your distress.

“Reiner, we can’t. Your mother is literally next door and the walls in here aren’t the thickest.” You shortly inhaled as the man began to eagerly kiss some of the sensitive skin of your neck.

Reiner’s hands raised underneath your skirt as he fondled the fat of your ass. Giving it a squeeze, he simultaneously took a deep breath, clearly enjoying the scented perfume you had used previously that morning.

“Well you’re just gonna have to keep it down, aren’t you?” He eventually replied back.

A scandalous gasp left your throat as Reiner’s hands slid downwards and squeezed at your lips through your underwear.

“I-I don’t know if I can do that.” You struggled to say as you rolled your head against your bedroom wall.

Even though you wanted to be the voice of reason, Reiner’s eagerness for you was more convincing. As the blonde slipped the cotton of your panties to the side, he lightly delved his fingers past your pussy lips and fondled with the gathering slick. At the cool touch, your eyes flickered out of sync. After only a handful of encounters, he was already becoming well versed in knowing what actions turned you on the easiest.

“C’mon. Promise me.” He cooed.

A struggling breath of hot air left your mouth. You kept your hand on Reiner’s head to keep his face within the crook of your neck. You didn’t want him to see how blissed out you already were.

“Rei…” You breathed. The man made a throaty sound in initial reply.

“I said, promise me.”

You heard him, loud and clear, but the sensation of Reiner lightly exploring his fingers within the warm flesh of your pussy, and the glittering brushes over your clit just felt too good. How could you promise him silence when you could already feel your throat wanting to open up with wanton joy?!

Still, Reiner was adamant you made that adjustment and you only realised that once he paused the movements he was kneading into your cunt. On instinct, you tried to rub yourself down onto the man’s fingers.

“Nu uh, Not until you promise me, baby. You’ve got to promise that you’ll keep it down.”

“But Reiner…”

You didn’t even get to finish your plea. Reiner tutted as he pulled his hand away from your cunt whilst simultaneously pulling his head up to give you a stern look.

This was just ridiculous! Wasn’t it him who couldn’t stay away from you in the first place? So desperate that he risked bringing his mother, your landlord, to his sneaky link with him?! Why was he now apprehending you from what you rightfully deserved?

With a whine and a flung back head against the wall, you had no choice but to give in.

“Okay! Okay, I promise!” You hissed.

“Good girl.”

Reiner didn’t bring his fingers back towards your already dribbling pussy. Instead, he brought them up towards his own lips and suckled on his glistening fingers, his eyes not leaving yours.

You felt a heat pool to your lower regions as a second heartbeat developed.

For such a serious looking man, Reiner definitely knew how to work his way around that physical presumption. However, looking past his stoic expression, you could tell that even he was desperate to get a taste of you.

Every mask eventually cracked.

With a striking boldness, you removed Reiner’s fingers from his mouth, a slick line of saliva connecting the two before you erased it with your own lips and kissed him. This time you did so without apprehension and ground yourself forward into him and Reiner’s hand firmly gripped your leg around his waist again but not without pouring a hungry growl into you first.

“I need to be inside of you.”

Everything was always messy with the two of you. You’ve only fucked four times before now but one thing you both discovered is that there was barely any room for subtlety.

“Then fuck me, Reiner.” Your hand came down to cup at the growing length within his jeans. “Like honestly, just do it already.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Letting go of you, Reiner turned you around before splaying his large hand over the expanse of your jumper and bending you over. There was no time wasted as he lifted the bottom of your skirt upwards and then shucked down your damp panties, letting the material pool by your inner knees.

Automatically your hands splayed out in front of you as you leaned them onto the wall to support yourself, your cheek squishing against the surface. Even from where you were, you could hear the jingles and words that played from the TV in the living room.

You couldn’t help but wander how much Karina could hear from her position.

The shuckling of Reiner’s belt clanked from behind you.

“You want me to prep or should you?” He asked.

“Already done.”

There was a hesitation in Reiner’s actions as he gave you a perplexed look. Him visiting you today was clearly a surprise to you and not one he’d previously hinted at. And Reiner himself was a man who always liked to be prepared, but even this was beyond his skill set.

Slightly turning your head round, you questioned the hold up with a face of confusion.

“You’re saying you’ve already prepped yourself?” Reiner reiterated.

“Yeah.”

Reiner blinked thrice at your reply, his face seemingly blank but you had come to realise that that specific face was one of immense and thorough thinking.

With a seductive laugh, you reached your hand over your ass to innocuously gape open your pussy with only two your fingers, displaying the inner pretty pink flesh for Reiner to see in all its glory.

“Why you so surprised, Reiner? What, you never had a bit of a Christmas jerk before? Played with any toys on the day of new gifts?”

Like the attraction to a siren call, Reiner found himself plunging two fingers inside of your second heart before he even realised what was doing. A guttural moan slipped from your mouth but you quickly had to shut it due to the promise you made to Reiner and the company on the other side of the wall.

“Fuck.” The blonde whispered as his fingers etched out the expanded blueprint of your walls.

You couldn’t help but to continue looking back at him with doey eyes. Even though your neck was starting to crane, the drunk look on Reiner’s face was all the more worth it.

As the blonde bent his fingers upwards and pulled his fingers out, he brought forwards your natural nectar, the gel like honey once again staining his hands.

“Oh, look at this perfect pussy of yours.” He said in a hush voice. “Already dribbling and crying for my cock to do some real damage to it, huh?”

And you knew he wasn’t lying because you could feel the slight press of his naked dick caress against your ass — He was stiffening by the second! It was clear Reiner wasn’t going to go easy on you just because his mother was in the other room. You eagerly pressed backwards into him as a desperate high-pitched whine left your throat but the man initially resisted.

“Hold on. Patience.” He said. “God, you’re such a needy whore…”

The curse left his mouth as he purposely brushed his dick over the slit of your cunt. The juicy nature of it made it easy for his helmet to slot pass the crevice, your hole already trying to suck him in.

“Please, Rei. I need you. Really need you to fill my whore pussy up.” You mumbled, finally letting your head turn and cheek naturally flatten against the wall.

A hubristic hum left the blonde's throat. You could tell this scenario was all going to his head but you didn’t mind. As long as it meant you’d get a better fuck outta him, you didn’t mind.

“I guess I could grant you at least one Christmas wish.” He chided.

With ease, Reiner’s large hands came to split your ass cheeks apart, giving himself better access to your glistening pussy lips as he dutifully plunged his dick into you. It was evident the crunchy moan leaving his mouth at the introduction to your warmness was genuine.

In mirror to him, a fluttering gasp spilled from your mouth but you instantly had to hold a hand over it to cover up the sound. You could already tell that the both of you were going to have an issue with keeping the noise down.

But God, even with the amount of self stretching you had done earlier, nothing prepared you for the girthy taunt that Reiner’s big cock made as he sunk into you. It expanded you, pushed your limits. Yet, you took it like a champ and allowed him to split you open — your pussy swallowing him whole.

As testament to how well you were accustomed to him, Reiner found it easy to calculate his pace and slowly pump himself in and out of your pussy.

The sight of his length when he first pulled out of you almost melted his brain. The way your insides had already wet his girth after one plunge was insane! His dick, slick with one encounter of your honeyed cum, was drenched.

“God, I missed this pussy so much.”

He breathed as he took a hold of your hips and started to fasten the pace at which he pumped into you.

If you were in a better mindset you would have cheekily reminded him how it hadn’t even been 48 hours since he last had you, but you couldn’t because you were currently squished up against the wall, your lips slack as you gurgled out inconsolable words of delight.

Due to the force of his actions, Reiner had to keep raising your skirt over the small of your back as it kept falling down over your ass. In the end, he bunched up the cloth in his hand and held it against your back which ultimately messed up the pleats. Not like he cared — all it did was give him a better view of where the two of you connected.

“Shit, if only you could see how well you were taking me. Saw how your slutty pussy easily eats my dick. Best Christmas gift I could ever receive.”

Reiner’s skin started to pat against your ass within a steady rhythm which caused light slapping sounds to play throughout the room. All you could do was let out small puffs of air, some of them accidentally coming out as kitten-like mewls.

At that, Reiner grunted disapprovingly.

“You know I usually love to hear you but remember the promise you made me, right? How we haven’t got the apartment all to ourselves at the moment?”

You attempted to nod but the movement seemed miscellaneous in comparison to the thrusts Reiner was bumping into you.

Like you could even say anything in reply — the sensations dancing throughout your body were too great to fight against. All you could do was bite your bottom lip to try and stop yourself from letting out too much.

If you didn’t know the blonde any better, you’d think this situation was turning him on.

“Fuuuuck, fuck fuck.”

All you could do was whine into the plaster wall, your hand coming up to permanently mask over your mouth as your moans were growing too great.

“Mhm. Keep quiet for me, baby. You don’t wanna get caught. That’s the last thing we want, huh.” He panted.

By now Reiner was slamming himself into you, his grip on your waist firm as he flung his own head backwards in pleasure.

Everything was so loud. Reiner’s low moans, the slapping of your skin and even your body mutedly banged into the wall. There was no way Karina was sitting just over 8 feet away and wasn’t aware of what was going on — No chance! Nothing about what the both of you were doing was discreet but there was a small part of you that didn’t care.

Maybe, just maybe, getting caught wasn’t so bad.

Even when you thought it couldn't get any better, Reiner had slightly altered his angle and suddenly your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

“Fuck, yes! Righ’ there, Rei. Righ there, righ’ there, righ’ thereeeee.”

The way Reiner was hitting that gooey spot right inside of you with perfect precision was ludicrous. That thick cock of his just kept brushing over it again and again and again and again!

“Ah, shit, baby. I’m close.” He mumbled.

Reiner’s strokes were so deliciously firm. He knew what he was doing as he chose to dig you out like this, your inner walls clenching around his girth.

You hadn’t even time to register his impending release as your strength was too fucked to even hold yourself up as your body began to slide down the wall.

As one of his arms came from underneath you to hold you up via your stomach, Reiner leaned forwards so that he could whisper his next words into your ear, his hips continuing to piston into your weeping hole.

“Lemme give you…another Christmas gift, yeah? Lemme give you the gift of my seed. I’ll — fuck — I’ll pour my seed inside of you and…and fill up that empty womb of yours.”

By now you were merely reduced to a whimpering mess. There was no point trying to cover your mouth since you barely had any control over your body.

“Pleaaase…pleaaase.” Was all you could muster out.

Reiner pumped a few more strokes into you, his pants heavy as he was still bent over your back, before his hips stuttered still. You felt the hot cumshots splurge your insides before you mentally realised Reiner had orgasmed.

As the semen vandalised your insides, a creamy moan left your mouth as you could feel your womb being filled up. Pump after the pump, Reiner emptied his load into your stomach, the feeling so addictive as you could only dream yourself being stuffed more.

Reiner on the other hand could only let his eyes roll as he leaked his white cum into your baby pink cunt.

The both of you struggled to stay on your feet as you were so blacked out within your sexual bliss. With knees nearly buckling and heavy pants exchanging, you had both briefly forgotten that you weren’t home alone.

“You okay?” Reiner asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Briskly wiping your mouth and chin with the side of your hand, you nodded.

“Yeah…yeah, I’m good.”

The feeling of Reiner pulling out was never your favourite thing to experience. Not only because the absence of his warmth was felt but more so because the gaping feeling his girth left was detrimental.

A sharp ‘fuck’ left your mouth once Reiner had pulled out with a plop. He however found your reaction amusing.

As you finally stood yourself up, you hadn’t even time to stretch out your back before you were spun around and pulled into a kiss. At first, you were uptight about the impromptu display of affection, but you couldn’t be displeased for long. It was safe to say you kissed Reiner back just as willingly.

“Merry Christmas.” He mumbled into your kiss. It was almost mesmerising how you could still taste yourself on him, the wet muscle of his mouth addicting.

“Merry Christmas to you too, asshole.” You chided back, unable to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss as you felt Reiner’s hand reach down beneath your skirt and languidly attempt to scoop his leaking cum back inside of you.

The exchange between the both of you would have gone on for longer but unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door.

Both you and Reiner froze, unsure whether you heard right. Exchanging looks, you both started to move away from each other in fear of being caught. It looks like you had let your guard down for too long as already, the door handle was pushing downwards.

You both gasped in shock, muted swears flying out of your mouths as you tried to pull yourselves together. As Reiner buckled up his jeans and you pulled your panties over your leaking cum-filled cunt, Karina entered the room.

Peeping her head around the door with concern, the woman looked between the both of you.

“Everything alright? It sounded tricky in here.”

You felt your blood run cold.

Did she know?!

To cover up your anxiety, you sweetly smiled at your landlord as you sat yourself down on your bed and squeezed your legs together — trying your best to stop the drizzling of Reiner’s cum down your legs.

Unsure of how to answer, you looked towards her son. Luckily, the blonde man spoke up in the defence of you both.

“Everything’s totally fine, Ma. Apparently the piping was situated around the walls of the bedroom too so I had to sort that out. Was a bit tough but we got there in the end. Might as well have been a Christmas miracle.”

Seeing Reiner’s open expression, the lady invited herself more inside of your room.

“Oh, well isn’t that wonderful?!” Karina clasped her hands together as her expression illuminated.

You thought she would at least end the conversation there but she had instead turned to direct a question towards you.

“By the way, I forgot to ask. How’s the job search going?! Your payments are all coming in okay so I’m assuming you’ve been able to find work?”

You heard Reiner clear his throat.

“Ah, the job search, yes.” You briefly glanced in the blonde man’s direction, your legs clamping even tighter.

That was another thing you were currently keeping from Karina. Not only were you and her son newly acquainted fuckbuddies, but Reiner has ever so kindly decided to pay your rent in the time being.

He doesn’t even know why he ended up agreeing to it, but something about you made Reiner feel the need to offer the helping hand.

“The redundancy from my old place was really generous so I’m good for a while but I still haven’t been able to find anything yet.” You lied, your skin feeling itchy with sweat.

Karina gave an understanding nod.

“That sounds plausible but hopefully you find a new occupation soon. You’re a smart girl, you should be able to get somewhere. Or maybe a sugar daddy — either one.”

Your face made an exclamatory expression at her words. Not having expected her to say that you could only hide your mouth behind your hand.

Reiner on the other hand gave a verbal chide, his cheeks reddening.

“I—Ma!”

“What? I’m only being honest. This is girl stuff. She knows what I’m talking about.”

Karina gave you a light hearted wink, as if to be conveying a secret girl code that Reiner wasn’t in the know about, but all you could do was awkwardly laugh back as you fidgeted on top of your duvet — Reiner’s cum now staining your panties.

My, oh my. If only your landlord knew.

#reiner headcanons #reiner aot #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner fanfic #reiner x y/n #reiner x black reader #reiner

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copperbadge · 2 years

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Good morning to people who aren’t shaving, people who are writing novels, my fellow Salty Pirates, and cats of all breeds and coat colors but especially torties.

To kick off National Clean Your Home Month I tackled the bathroom floor. When I moved in, I put down mats, and to keep them in place I used double-sided tape, a mistake I will not make again. It held the mats in place, but that’s because it also melded like cement to the vinyl tile flooring. I realize this image doesn’t look impressive but it is the result of about an hour’s worth of sweeping, scraping, scrubbing, steaming, and mopping, and roughly a quarter of a bottle of Goo Gone, plus all my remaining white vinegar. I got through three podcasts while clumsily staggering around scrubbing in a walking boot and pajamas: “How High Will Interest Rates Go” by The Journal, “The Grim Reaper Of Retail: Spirit Halloween” by The Indicator, and “The Database”, the latest episode of Adam Rodman’s Bedside Rounds, about an hour and fifteen minutes total.

I’ve never really loved having bath mats, and mine were so old they were crumbling, so I’ve thrown them away and I’m replacing them with more of the raised bamboo “mat” you can see by the tub -- I like it because it doesn’t hold any dirt and is easily moved for sweeping and mopping. I’ve bought two more like it (buying two short ones was more modular and cheaper than buying a single long one) which will be installed after they arrive today or tomorrow.

Also I made BROT. It’s oatmeal bread from King Arthur and it’s a new recipe to me, we’ll see how it goes.

[ID: Top image, a photograph of my bathroom, focused on the off-white tiled floor; it is clear of debris and there is a raised wooden mat at one end, next to a bathtub and a toilet. Bottom image, a loaf of bread dough is rising in a loaf pan, covered with greased plastic wrap.]

#naclyoho #cleaning #bread #bathroom #food

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adventures-on-foster-island · 6 months

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I am sharing my apple pie recipe with the world this year in hopes that it will bring others joy and reduce the number that I end up making. Feel free to ask questions about the recipe, though I will preface that I do not recommend any substitutions other than gluten free flour for the crust. Keep in mind that if you use the gluten free flour, the dough will be more difficult to work with and may require extra liquid to hold together. @swagtastic-bougie-pompadour this recipe makes three pies, if you need to make more I'd recommend doing it in batches.

Crust ingredients:

7.5 cups of flour

3 cups of butter, frozen, grated, and frozen again

3/4 of a cup of high-proof alcohol (I use everclear, don't worry it bakes out)

1/4 cup of ice water or icecubes

6 tablespoons of sugar

6 teaspoons of salt

Combine the dry ingredients in the bowl of a stand mixer, then add the frozen grated butter and mix until it looks a little like sand and pebbles. There will still be small lumps of butter, thats okay. You should be able to squeeze a handful of the mixture and it will hold together. Then combine the ice or ice water with the alcohol, and slowly stream it into the bowl while the mixer is running. Depending on the temperature and humidity, you may not need all of the liquid. It will form a very shaggy dough that seems a little dry, do not over mix. Dump the bowl out onto a floured surface, shape into a circle, and divide into six equal parts. Shape each section roughly into a ball, wrap in plastic or other wrap, and refrigerate at least one hour or until ready to use. When ready, roll each crust one at a time on a floured surface to approximately 1/4 inch thickness. Go slowly, rotating the dough to get an even circle. Patch any holes or cracks that form with a little water and flour, pressing the dough back together. You can freeze the unbaked dough for later use, but let thaw in the refrigerator over night before rolling out.

Apple filling ingredients:

15 lbs of granny smith (or another tart baking apple), about 10 apples per pie

3 cups of brown sugar

3/4 teaspoon fine salt

6 tablespoons of apple pie spice (cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice, clove) (measure from the heart)

1 cup of lemon juice, optional

1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons of cornstarch, divided

3 tablespoons of water

1/2 cup butter, cut into slices

Peel and thinly slice apples. I like to put them in gallon sized zip-top bags, but large bowls work too. Add the sugar, salt, spices, lemon juice, and 1/2 cup of cornstarch, and shake (for bags) or stir (for bowls) to coat. Let the mixture rest for at least an hour, or overnight in the refrigerator. The apples will release a lot of liquid. Strain out the liquid into a saucepan, set aside the apples. Simmer the liquid over a low heat until reduced by half, then in a separate small bowl mix the remaining cornstarch and water to form a slurry. Pour the slurry into the reduced liquid, stirring rapidly until very thick. Turn off heat and immediately add butter, stir until butter is melted and incorporated, then let cool.

To assemble:

Roll out bottom crust and use the roling pin to gently transfer to a 8 or 9 inch pie round pie pan. Gently press the crust into the pan to fit, then prick the bottom several times with a fork to prevent the crust from puffing up. Pack apple slices into the pans until they are mounded over the top, it will seem like there are too many but they will cook down and shrink slightly. Pour the cooled apple syrup over the apples, tapping the pan on the counter to get it to settle in the cracks. Roll out the top crust and decorate however you like, but make sure there are a few holes to let out steam. Gently position top crust over the pie, trim edge to about 1 inch over the edge, and then fold top edge under the bottom edge and crimp with fingers or a fork to seal. Heat oven to 400° F, place pie pans on a baking sheet to prevent dripping in the oven, and brush the tops with egg wash or milk, and optionally sprinkle with coarse sugar. Bake for 40-45 minutes. If the crust browns too quickly, cover with foil until the full time is reached. Let cool for about an hour before serving, and enjoy!

#pokemon #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotumblr #ellisa talks to trainers #ellisas little known baking skills #apple pie

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dynamic-k · 3 months

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if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3

1.) I can swim, but I can only doggie paddle. This fact is so only because on either my 1st or 2nd [hehe Second] camping trip, I was taught some of the ropes by a friend.

By camping trip, I mean the one where my church sets up a summer camp, I sign up, and then go off without my parents for 3 days, 5 days, or a week, depending on circumstances.

My very first camping expedition was for 3 days. My second [heh] was for a week. I think in total I have gone on camping trips.... I want to say eight times? Nine?

2.) I have coffee in my blood.

I cannot express how much I love coffee. And yet, somehow it's not an addiction. I don't have to have one every single day, and honestly sometimes I get too busy with my day to even remember coffee exists. XD

But man. I LOVE COFFEE.

About 290mL of steamed and foamed milk plus two shots of espresso.

Delicious.

3.) I work at a Dominos pizza place and am REALLY good at slapping the dough out. That is the term "slapping", meaning that I stretch the dough ball out evenly to place on the sheets. I have been working there for close to three years now.

I love pizza.... as long as it doesn't have bell peppers, mushrooms, or olives on it. Sausage... depends on the quality. My mom buys good sausage and I'm a little spoiled, lol.

Also, you can't buy a cinnamon roll at Dominos, but I can make a bunch using a medium dough ball and our cinnamix. The joys of custom-making stuff as an employee. XD

My favorite pizza is a pan pizza, topped with a mixture of garlic parmesan sauce and hearty marina sauce, cheddar cheese, minced fresh garlic, spinach, more cheddar cheese, EXTRA bacon, tomatoes, EXTRA pineapple, more cheddar cheese, EXTRA EXTRA onion slices [stick, I love raw onion so much], more cheddar cheese [sometimes at this point pepperoni and/or chicken also depending on mood and how mountain high the pizza is at this point], oregano and garlic herb seasoning, and then usually a liiiight drizzle of buffalo sauce, a little more cheddar and then into the oven it goes.

A Scarlett Special. Trust me, it is delicious. It may sound very weird to some, but I make good food. I have many positive reviews to back me up. :>

I wish I could make some now and pass you a slice through the screen.

Um. I got carried away there, oof.

....

Anyway!! Those are the facts I decided to go with! XD

#Ask Scarlett #I am likely the weirdest individual in all existence #don't mind me #✨~Second Punnery~✨

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recurring-polynya · 3 months

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Writing/Art Update 2.20.2024

Well, I had another very solid week. I hesitate to call it good, because I didn't actually enjoy it very much, but I did grind out 8,642 words last week. I finished Chapter 8 and made a solid dent in Chapter 9a. Basically, I just tried to write at least a thousand words a day, which I accomplished almost every day. Yesterday, I only did 800, but I did 2000 on Sunday, plus the 800 was the ending scene for the chapter, so I deserve a little grace there. And it was a three-day weekend for my kids!

I am at the stage of the fanfic where most of the ambiguity is gone--I know what scenes are left and I just gotta write them. It doesn't matter if I want to or not, the fanfic isn't going to be done until I write them, so I just do it. I always worry that writing in this mindset is going to produce bad, unlovable writing--like, if I don't love writing this, how is anyone going to love reading it? Historically, though, that doesn't bear out--big chunks of Call Me Back and What We Do with Our Hearts were written in this exact fugue state, and I often end up loving them after the fact, and they still contain parts that are really funny or insightful or heartfelt or whatever. I literally do not know how this is possible, it just is. Also, like: there is going to be editing. It is truly astonishing how hard it is to slap anything at all down on a page and then how easy it is to shape it up into something good later on. It is a lot like throwing flat colors down on a piece of art and then adding a little texture and shading later.

The other thing I don't like about writing in this mode is that it makes me actually insane, which I don't like. I just roll word counts and percentages around in my head 24 hours a day and I'm not really able to relax and do things that are not grinding away at my writing. I can do it for short periods of time, but I think I have too much of this story left to tough it through, plus, like, what's the point? This is the thing I allegedly do for fun, and even though I really really really want to be finished, I feel like I should actually try to enjoy the process a little, at least.

So anyway! My first goal for this week is to be less insane about my fanfic. My second goal is to finish Chapter 9a (I think I have about 3-4k to go). My third goal is to edit Chapters 7 and 8 and send them to the beta.

After that, I'll just have 9b (of which I've already written about 4k) and the epilogue to do. After that, of course, there's still more editing, a beta pass for chapters 8->the end, and then I may try to read the whole thing through again from the beginning. So, 3 weeks, maybe, give or take a little?

In the interest of trying to have a little fun, I think I'm gonna try to post some previews for the next couple weeks? In the past, people have enjoyed previews. Today's is a little long, but it's the opening to the whole thing. It's below a cut for those who'd rather wait until the whole thing comes out.

“I don’t know if they’re trying to capitalize on Boy’s Day, or what,” Rukia said, idly inching her hand toward the plate of hot, steaming gyoza sitting on the countertop next to Renji’s stove, “but they’re having some sort of Seafood Festival out in East Sixth.”

A dish towel appeared out of nowhere, the tip whipping painfully against Rukia’s hand.

“Ow!” Rukia howled.

“They’re hot! It’ll hurt worse if you jam one of those in your mouth whole like I know you were gonna,” Renji replied, stuffing the dish towel back into his obi, and juggling the pan of gyoza he was currently frying. “What about a Seafood Festival? Why the Hell is the East Sixth having a Seafood Festival?”

“It’s being put on by the Train Museum, I hear,” Rukia continued grumpily, rubbing at her hand. “I guess they’re hauling a bunch of spring fish up from the Shiranui Sea at the other end of the line. It only takes a few hours to get out to Six. There’s probably carts making the run that we could take, but I would honestly just flash-step, at least on the way out. I want to eat my own body weight in katsuo. Possibly your body weight in katsuo.”

“Mmm,” Renji replied noncommittally, dumping the rest of his gyoza onto the plate and turning off the stovetop.

“I was thinking of asking Hisagi if he wanted us to take some pictures and do a little write-up for the Bulletin,” Rukia went on. “Get us a little walking-around money.” Not that Rukia lacked for pocket money, but it was a little more expensive than their usual weekend activities, and Renji got a little cagey when she tried to treat him to things.

“That’s a bad idea.”

“Why? We had fun the last time we played reporter!”

“Grab the bowl of sauce, would you?” Renji gestured with his chin as he picked up the plate of dumplings and the teapot to carry them to the table. “Don’t you remember when they built that damn train line? Took ‘em over over thirty years, and there were three to four articles every single Bulletin about the delays, the graft, the politics, the environmental impact, whatever. People got so mad about the idea of a train inside the Seireitei that it doesn’t even go anywhere useful. I didn’t even know they used it for anything aside from twee holidays for bored nobles.”

“I heard a story from my friend, Lady Akizuki, that the old head of the Seshimo clan actually lives on the train! He hasn’t set foot outside it in fifteen years!”

Renji cocked an eyebrow at her. He looked like he desperately wanted to hear about the Train Noble, but also did not want to be a guy who cared about Train Nobles. “Anyway, don’t mention the train to Hisagi unless you got six or seven hours to kill. Preferably when I’m not there.”

Rukia picked up the big, fragrant bowl of ginger dipping sauce with both hands. “It was just an idea. So what do you think? Do you want to go?”

“When is it again?” Renji asked, frowning.

“It’s running for all of May, but the weather has been so nice lately, I thought maybe we could go next weekend,” Rukia suggested.

Renji was quiet for a moment, but Rukia figured that maybe he was just focused on serving her dumplings, which was, in her opinion, very important.

“Ru,” he finally said slowly, as he poured her a cup of tea. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Is it that you want to go to the Seafood Festival with me?”

Renji took a big breath through his nose and let it out again. “If things work out, I’d love to go later in the month. Next weekend’s not gonna work, though.”

“Oh.” Rukia frowned. “That’s fine. That’s no big deal.” She looked down lovingly at her gyoza and then up at Renji hopefully. “Itadakimasu?” she asked hopefully.

Renji blinked. “Huh? Oh, yeah, please help yourself. That… that wasn’t the thing I had to say.”

“Well, spit it out, already,” Rukia groused, her mouth already crammed with gyoza. “Why are you being weird?”

Renji still hadn’t touched his own food. He had circled his right wrist with the thumb and middle finger of his left hand and was rotating it back and forth. He used to make that gesture a lot when he was young, and Rukia realized that she hadn’t seen him do it in years.

“I’m having some surgery,” Renji finally said.

Rukia froze. After a long moment, she slowly finished chewing her dumpling and swallowed it. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“I’m getting my arm fixed.”

Rukia watched him rub his wrist for another few seconds. “Did it not heal correctly after the, um, accident?” “The accident” was when Byakuya had stabbed him through the forearm during a demonstration fight the week prior. Everyone was being very polite about it.

“Wellll…” Renji drew out. “I mean, no, that healed up fine. Very clean cut, Senbonzakura, as always. But, uh, while I was at the Fourth, the topic of my burnt-out kidou ducts came up. Captain Unohana thinks she can fix ‘em. And I’ve decided to, um, let her try.” “Oh,” said Rukia. Her chest was filling up with a lot of strange feelings. “Oh.”

#writing update #art non-update

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Roswell Conspiracies: Aliens, Myths and Legends

Well I'm back to expound on my new little hyperfixation. Tubi has plenty of nostalgia era progreams from 80s and 90s so after going through Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego and Sherlock Holmes in 22nd Century, I stumbled upon this and if you're a fan of Gargoyles. I think you'd appreciate this show. Hell, the showrunner of Gargoyles actually wrote a series bible for this one. It didn't get used but still the themes of fantasy blending with scifi, discrimination and tolerance are present in this one in plenty of spades. Plus conspiracies lots of conspiracies.

The basic premise that there is a secret sector of the government called The Alliance. It basically operates with the gov. knowlegede but does its own thing. Its main mission is to find the aliens roaming around Earth and imprison, exterminate or use them as partners in the world wide fight against invasion forces.

Basically aliens exist and these aliens are the basis of famous myths like vampires, banshees, yetis etc. There not magical creatures but aliens who settled here long ago.

Anyway, main character is Nick Logan, a bounty hunter who accidentally arrests a lycanthrope. From there, the battle unearths long locked memory that his father was abducted by aliens. General Rinaker (leader of the Alliance) is concerned about this loose cannon getting too involved in their affairs decides to control him by recruiting him to their team.

Of course, Nick doesn't play by the Alliance's rules like 90% of the time, deviating when he sees the Alliance wrongfully imprisoning or targeting aliens who don't want to hurt anyone. Nick begins to believe that the Alliance is less the nuetral evil it presents itself to be and wants to create a better world where aliens can coexist.

Nick's partner is Sha'lainn Blaze. A banshee teenager who gets exiled from her clan. I use teenager loosely as its implied she's around 200 years old. She believed that they should stop isolating themselves and try working with humans. That was basically traiterous and they shut her out and tried to kill her, driving her to the arms of the Alliance. Since she's young, she's the most idealistic and compassionate though she has a few cheeky jokes in her too.

There are more characters but I should get to the main alien races.

Banshees are like nature witches, not only predicting a person's death but have a connection to Earth, able to suck energy from their surroundings to form energy beams, rock slides etc. Their main enemies are technology (Sha'lain is a bit more tolerant as she was in favor of steam engines. Yeah she's old) and iron and vampires.

Cuz in this world vampires are not the suave, bat changing creatures. Instead they are serpentine, fanged, winged and incredibly creepy. See above. Not only do they suck blood but they suck electricity, energy and technology. They're just parasites and are hated enemies of the banshee with the whole naure vs tech.

The other main alien group are lycanthropes who are like hulking, two legged wolves with bits of technology embedded into their skeletons. Seriously a cool blend of science and classic monsters. They like to enslaves the yeti race and the human race and. . . yeah, they want to enslave others.

As you can tell, lots of the aliens don't like each other. This even includes yetis who have sasquatches cousins that they treat as uneducated labor. All these inner divides (much like humans with their racism, sexism, etc) further encourage hate and division when they could be joined to fight bigger problems. This is a reoccuring theme.

These are the main ones that pop up but there are plenty of others like golemns, the Norse gods Loki and Odin pop up as well as Titanoi with the lost city of Atlantos (apparently based on Satorini) Japanese omni, Chiruac kalinches, pans, vodun and others around the world that the writers utilize with their own twists on the source material to make dynamic fights and body horror moments.

Now to the other characters. The beta team of Fitz and Nema aka my favorite characters. While Nick and Sha'lain often go out to recruit or eliminate aliens. Nema and Fitz are the ones that go out to the scenes of UFo landings or alien destruction and create plausible excuses (Gas leak, military planes etc.) or new conspiracy theories for people to grab onto like "No, there aren't werewolves. That was actually the government's secret prisonor mutation experiment gone wrong. Don't tell anyone." The suspiciously specific denial allows the Alliance to keep their facade wile everyone chases the wrong lead.

Fitz is ex-CIA and should be an actor if he ever quits the Alliance as he clearly enjoys hamming it up with costumes and accents. Always there for witty one-liners or improvised manipulation of facts. Nema is more straight-laced, coming from work as weapons expert in Cairo military. She's the deadpan snarker to Fitz. Obviously, they get together, and obviously they're adorable. While they seem like loyal Alliance operatives, unquestioning of their orders and believing the Alliance is protecting the planet, their friendship with Nick and Sha'lainn makes them reconsider.

General Rinaker is the head of the Alliance and like any military man believes the cause of war allows for collateral damages and other unpalatable actions like pointing missiles at alien refuge centers and separating aliens (yes, it sounds timely but this was made in 1999 so more things change more things stay the same). While he's a tough guy, you believe that he is doing what he thinks is best but its clear that his rigidness won't allow him to see a new better type of Alliance.

Jefferson Trueblood is General Rinaker's second in command and like the others is primarily loyal until Nick points out how the Alliance is growing increasingly distant from its original goals to a facist organization (literally fascist organization. I didn't think those words were allowed in cartoon tbh). He doesn't get as much spotlight but he does have his own episode leading to surpremely moving scenes in the finale.

So yeah, those are the main characters but there's plenty more like Nick's rival (in his own mind), Agent Keung Ling, the Vodun spirits, Ruck who's leader of lycanthropes and his son, Athos, Ty-Yet (a yeti operative) and others that all get their day in the sun.

And all these episodes move forward the idea that hate is a circular threat, that what you use to divide people or in this case, aliens prevent peace and ahem alliances for a better future. Not just among humans and aliens but prejudice between the aliens, the continual fear of refugees trying to protect their families, etc. All the aliens may do some criminal acts, or horrifying in some cases but the show gives space to show their reasoning.

Like the vodun, they are alien slugs who lost their world and can only survive by inhibitating human bodies, killing the person's mind so they can control the body. It's bad but you understand why, they want to live. General Rinaker is a human example of he seems like a bad guy but you get why he does the unethical (by our standards) things he does. Basically, everyone is flawed and everyone exist in shades of grey on this show.

Which the show can get dark showing suicides (like literally. No heroic last minute rescue, the guy just died), bodies being ripped apart, bodies being drained, all the body horror stuff, I was impressed. Sometimes the good guys aka our heroes make the wrong decision and have to deal with the lasting consequences of "just following military orders." The final episodes have several make heroic sacrifices for the end of the world.

But it's also fun with some excellent episodes like a perfect Superman parody with alternating color schemes, alliterative names and big ol twist. A heist episode in Area 51. Trippy psychic battles. Invasion of the body snatchers, of course. B-horror movie with gigantic mutated ants. Plus three different two parters.

And. . . and there's two major conspiracies. One is what the hell happened to Nick Logan's dad. The other. . . well that's just spoilers. I got spoiled because I read it on wiki before I watched the show but it did make me appreciate how they steadily seeded the points of the conspiracy and forshadowed it. All while hiding another conspiracy in the conspiracy. Yeah, it's a double whammy!

So, okay I spent a lot of time on how I enjoyed it. But of course it has its flaws. The animation is not as good as one would be used to in the present day. Very broad lines and unrealistic body shapes (mainly on males which is different from the norm), sometimes some scenes seemed reused. Also its coming off from the 90s so they're several scenes with raves. I find them cheesy. I still don't get the obsession of 90s and raves.

Although almost everyone gets a day in the spotlight and there is continuity, there isn't much depth. Not much on backstories or tragedies etc. Its definately a plot driven show more than character driven though there are good characters in there.

And while they seemed to have a big enough budget that they got voice actors for every role instead of doubling them up (looking at you Legend of the Dragon), some lines are cliche, tropy, you get the idea. This is particularly a fault with Sha'lainn as she cries out "Nick" like twice in every episode. I think they're recycling it so there's dialogue and it isn't just gun blasters.

Honestly, I feel bad for Sha'lainn as she sometimes gets Jean Grey syndrome, getting drained of her powers or getting knocked out often in fights. I mean, she's part of the Alliance now, can someone give her combat training? However, when she does get her badass time to shine, she gets her badass time to shine so she's not always helpless.

Nick's mission to find his father can get repetitive and annoying but he's supposed to be annoying everyone within the show too so I forgive it. Unfortunately it hampers his relationship with Sha'lainn. They get together, it should be no surprised but I feel like there isn't enough recipocation on Nick's end considering the number of times he leaves her in the lurch to chase a new lead. I get that stubborness and persistance in his mission is supposed to be the point, that he's too distracted to do anything else but I feel bad for the girl.

However, the show is cool in that it lets them get together early on. Not that you'd notice it much as I suppose too much kissing would turn off the kiddies or whatever but it's refreshing too. You know, they're together but they're not hampered by romantic drama, no jealousies or cheating or whatever. Same with Nema and Fitz.

Plus in Nick's search for his real father, he never forgets his fake father, Walter and continually accepts him as just as much of a father as his original, raising him since he was three. I just liked that message that even though they aren't blood, Nick doesn't just disregard their relationship.

If only, they had the same consideration for his mom. I mean the woman is there in flashback and is mentioned like once in the finale as having passed and being a strong woman. I'm just curious. How did she end up knowing two men who were connected to the Alliance? Was she connected to the Alliance? Did she have suspicions about her husband or did she pretend not to to keep Nick safe? Nothing! But that's just my nitpick.

Also can I just point out the diversity among the Alliance. There's a Chiruac native, African-Americans, Eastern European, Chinese, Egyptian. Today, people would call it woke but back then no one had a problem. Same with the gender parity. One, I forgot her name was third in line of command. No one bat an eye or made jokes about a woman being in charged or that it was pandering. They just showed them and let things get done. Like Gargoyles.

And yeah, I'll stop there. I enjoyed the show and if you like Gargoyles, I think you can get into this one. As long as you lower your expectations too because Gargoyles is amazing. This is like Gargoyles with less budget and less depth. The potential is there but its underratedness keeps it from reaching to the heights.

Which reminds me that even though it's on Tubi, it's not in order. The first 16 episodes are in order. But after that you have to check wiki because its out of order and you miss the continuity. It's most eregious with the final 6 episodes where the preceding four steadily build to the two part finale and need to be watched in order to appreciate. I mean, it's supposed to be chronological for a reason.

Supposedly some other company tried to reboot it as a comic in 2021 but I haven't seen anything so I must assume its been cancelled. Too bad, I wouldn't have mind it returning to get some rightful love and more depth.

#roswell conspiracies: aliens myths and legends #tv shows #nostalgia #gargoyles #just tagging so gargoyles fan check it out

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