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rabbitrah · 1 year

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A continuation on my post about unloved foods, specifically this is my in-depth defense of root beer.

Root Beer isn't inherently gross, it's just one of those weird local flavors that's off-putting to people who didn't grow up with it. We all like different things and also we all tend to like flavors that are similar to what we grew up with. That's okay! But honestly root beer is pretty unique and, in my opinion, delicious.

One of the main complaints against root beer is that it tastes like medicine. Funnily enough, it was originally marketed as medicinal! This is true for most OG sodas actually. Pretty much as soon as carbonated water was invented, people were drinking it to soothe various ailments. A lot of the original soft drinks were actually invented by pharmacists. I just think that root beer is especially cool because the main flavor came from the root bark of sassafras, a common North American shrub. Because it's so widespread and aromatic, all parts of the sassafras plant have been used in food and medicine by many different Native American tribes throughout history and was subsequently picked up and used by European colonists. In the 1960s, some studies indicated that that safrole oil, which is produced by the plant, can cause liver damage. Whether or not this would actually remain true after it had been boiled and added to root beer is unclear, but it was really easy to replicate the flavor, so the sassafras in commercial root beer these days is artificial. Another fun fact about safrole is that it's a precursor in the synthesis of MDMA. None of this information has stopped my childhood habit of eating sassfras leaves right off the shrub whenever I walk past it on a hike. I'm like 85% sure it's safe and also mmmm yummy leafs go crunch.

Another root beer complaint is that it tastes like toothpaste. I think this is probably because another key flavor in most root beer recipes is wintergreen. I'm assuming that the people who think this are the same people who think mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like toothpaste. I can understand and even respect that some people don't like mint and associate it only with brushing their teeth, but like. Mint is a pretty common flavor. I mean I think it's safe to say that humans have been eating mint flavored stuff for longer than toothpaste has existed... anyway!

Other common flavors in root beer (real or artificial) are caramel, vanilla, black cherry bark, sarsaparilla root, ginger, and many more! There's not one official recipe, and root beer enthusiasts often have strong opinions about different brands. Some root beer is sharper, with more strong aromatic flavors, and others are mild and creamier.

Another thing I think is cool about root beer is that it's foamier than most sodas. This was originally because sassafras is a natural surfactant (and why sassafras is also a common thickening agent in Louisiana Creole cooking.) These days, other plant starches or similar ingredients are added to keep the distinctive foam. Root beer foam > all other soft drink foams. That's why root beer floats kick more ass than like, coke floats.

If you've never had root beer before, imagine if a sweetened herbal tea was turned into a soda, because that's basically what it is. If your first response to that is a cringe, fair enough. That's why lots of people don't like it. If your first response to that is "interesting... I might actually like it, though" then I encourage you to track down a can of root beer today, hard as that might be outside the US and Canada. Next time you see an "ew, root beer tastes like medicine/tooth paste" take, know that there's a reason for that, but also the same could be said for literally any herbal or minty food/drink.

My final take on root beer is that it would be the soda of choice for gnomes. Thank you and good night.

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jhopezwrld · 4 months

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i'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden

summary: your sweet boyfriend jay eats you out for the first time

warnings: smut!!! oral (f receiving), swearing, corruption kink, dirty talk, uhhh i think that’s it

wc: 2,042

a/n: i wrote this in like an hour & a half and i actually hate it so much. pls leave feedback lol im an attention whore

minors do not interact plz! xx

"just tell me."

"nuh-uh."

"pleaseeeeee?"

"not happening. just drop it, jay. i don't wanna talk about this anymore." you pout, turning your body away from his. you lie flat on your back, staring up at his blank ceiling, but your view of plain white is suddenly obstructed by your boyfriend. he'd been bugging you to tell him just how experienced you were since you had let it slip that your first kiss was only last year. "please, baby? i just wanna know. promise i won't laugh or tell anyone." he says, holding his pinky finger out to you to exaggerate his point.

you roll your eyes and slap his hand away. "m’not telling you, jay. it's embarrassing!" you tell him, moving your hands from your sides to cover your face, which was already heating up. you can feel him stifle a giggle at your side, which makes you whine. "see! you're already laughing at me." he straddles you, using his much larger hands to pull yours from your face. "i'm laughing 'cause you're cute, baby. everything you do is cute cause you're my girl, yeah?" he asks, bringing his thumb up to caress your bottom lip.

you nod at that, pressing a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. he smiles and presses his thumb harder at the seam of your lips. "has anyone ever put anything in here, baby?" he inquires, parting your lips with his finger and brushing his thumb over your teeth. you shake your head, too shy to verbally answer his question, but that isn't enough for him.

he removes his thumb from your mouth and instead uses his hand to squeeze your cheeks together. "didn't i just ask you a question? c'mon, angel, you know how to use your big girl words. answer me, has anyone ever put anything in this pretty little mouth of yours?"

"n-no. no one ever put anything in here." you sputter, feeling your stomach turn at the way he's speaking to you. "hmm, that's what i thought. my sweet innocent girl. has anyone ever kissed you like i have?" you know how to answer properly this time, so you do. "no, no one has ever kissed me the way you do." you answer, keeping your eyes glued to his shoulder, too embarrassed to keep eye contact with him. "s'what i thought. gimmie a kiss, pretty girl." he tells you, and you obey, looking up at him and connecting your lips.

his tongue immediately invades your mouth, brushing over your teeth and exploring the entirety of your mouth before tangling with your own. there was something so distinct about the way he tasted, like warm cinnamon and ginger. it made you shiver, which jay picked up on immediately. he pulled away from you slowly, admiring the string of saliva that connected the two of you, making you flush and squeeze your eyes shut. he moves his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking at your pulse point.

he presses one last kiss to your neck and pulls away. "s'it good baby? you like it when i kiss you like that?" he asks, although the smirk on his face makes it clear that he knows the answer. "y-yeah, i like it. makes me feel like-" you pause, not knowing how to describe what you’re feeling. he nods his head as to tell you to go on, and you do. "makes me feel warm down there." you voice. he takes his hand that had been lying by your head and places it on your clavicle "here?" he asks condescendingly.

you shake your head no, and he moves his hand down to cup your breast. "here?" his fingers find your nipple through the thin shirt and bralette that you were currently wearing. you gasp and push your chest into his hand. "has anyone ever seen you here, sweetheart?" his hands graze the bottom of your shirt, and you shake your head. "can i?" he asks, and you nod. "didn't we just go over this, baby? use your words."

you sigh, trying to articulate your point before speaking again "i want you to take my shirt off, jay. want you to be the first to see me like that." you admit. he lets out a groan and bites his lip while gripping the sides of your shirt. "arms up, baby."

you lift your arms above your head and he slips your shirt off of your body. the coldness of his room (or the intensity of his stare) causes your nipples to harden, turning into pretty peaks hidden under soft pink lace. "so fucking pretty, jesus christ." he says, dragging one hand up the length of your stomach to your right breast, palming it.

“so soft and sweet. all for me, right?” his voice is so low it’s almost unrecognizable. you nod “yeah, s’all for you, jay.” your response is rewarded soft smile before he ducks his head down to suck your covered nipple into his mouth.

you let out a squeak, tangling your left hand in his hair, while your right stays by your side, curled into a fist. his tongue laves over your stiff lace-covered bud until he’s satisfied, pulling away to look at the wet spot he left. the loss of his mouth makes you whine, silently begging for more. "can i take this off, baby? it'll feel so much better." he explains, grazing his fingers over the delicate fabric of your bralette. you know he's right. if the feeling of his mouth through your top makes warmth travel south, what would it feel like with no barrier? you nod faster than you can speak.

"please take it off, jay? wanna feel your mouth, pretty please?" you beg, batting your eyelashes at him. jay groans and adjusts the very prominent bulge in his sweatpants. his hands grasp at the cups covering your breasts and he pulls. the sound of fabric tearing hits your ears before you realize what's happening. before you can protest, his mouth connects with your nipple. teeth and tongue cover your sensitive bud, licking and biting. a moan leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

he smiles up at you and uses his free hand to play with the fabric of your sleeping shorts, which makes you buck your hips into his hands. he releases your tit, giving it one last kiss before pushing his body up to kiss you again. his knee presses in between your thighs, rubbing deliciously against your clit. he detaches your lips to press hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck. his hand again reaches down to your shorts. "can i take these off too, baby doll? just wanna make my girl feel good. can i make you feel good?"

"we don't have to do anything, baby. don't wanna make you uncomfortable, just wanna make you feel nice," he says, caressing your cheek.

"please take them off, jay? want you to touch me and make me feel good. i want you to do it, please." you say, clenching your fists at your side. he smiles at you, presses a sweet kiss to your lips, and lowers himself down his bed. coming face to face with your most sensitive area, he pulls your shorts down quickly and comes in contact with your pretty lace boyshorts.

his fingers trace the intricate patterns on your hips and slip down to rub over your covered slit. his fingers and eyes meet the sticky sweetness in between your thighs. He sucks in a quick breath and thanks whatever god blessed him with an angel like you. he hooks his fingers into your panties and slips them off. you watch his reaction closely, his bottom lip is trapped by his teeth.

it seems he's in awe of your pussy. his eyes trace the length of your folds, glued to the strings of arousal that wet your lower lips and inner thighs. "such a sweet little pussy. pretty pussy for a pretty girl. can i taste it?" he asks, his warm breath coming out in puffs against your sensitive parts. you squirm under his gaze, unsure of how to answer. "b-but what about you? wan'you to feel good too, jay."

he coos at your reply, pressing a sweet kiss to your inner thigh. "s'gonna be good for me too, baby. been wanting to taste you for so long. i think about how good your pussy will taste when i touch myself at night. might just make me cum in my fuckin pants." he admits, adjusting his bulge again.

his admission makes you whine and push your hips up, searching for pleasure. "but what if i don't taste good? or what if i-" he cuts you off by pressing his face into your cunt, laving his tongue against your honeyed cunt. you let out a loud whine, throwing your arms over your face. his hot tongue wriggles between your folds before he sucks your clit into his mouth. he splays one hand over your hips, preventing you from wiggling out of his grip, while his other hand reaches for your own.

his hand grips yours, and he squeezes, providing you with a bit of comfort. your heartbeat quickens as you feel his tongue exploring parts that only you have touched. his lips move in a way that reminds you of the way he kisses you. messy and passionate. you let yourself relax, giving in to the sensations flowing through your body. jay licks thick stripes from your hole to your hardened pearl, drinking from you as if you were leaking ambrosia.

you moan sharply, thrusting your hips into his mouth the best you can with his arm holding you down. he removes it, taking his middle finger and rubbing it against your hole. he detaches his mouth from you, keeping his eyes on your pussy as he pushes his finger inside of you. he sucks in a harsh breath “holy shit, baby. you’re so fucking tight. don’t you touch yourself?” he asks

you take a deep breath before responding. “s-sometimes, but my fingers aren’t as big as yours. it’s never felt like this before” you moan out. he smiles at you and dips his head back down between your thighs. he speeds up the movement of his finger and speaks again “that’s right. i’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” he rasps, before connecting his mouth with your clit again, sucking hard. you cry out and tangle your hands in his soft locks. he pushes another finger into your slick pussy and laps at the wetness that leaks onto the base of his fingers.

your brain feels fuzzy and the only thing you can think to say is his name. his movements speed up as you cry out, and the bed creaks as he thrusts his hips into the mattress. jay can practically feel himself spiraling at the way you’re lost in the pleasure he’s providing you. he can feel you clench around his two fingers, your orgasm impending. he doubles his efforts, suckling on your clit while his fingers press into your g-spot, and that’s what unravels you. your hips arch and you sob out a broken moan, squeezing your thighs around his head as your orgasm washes through you.

jay kisses around your thighs and eases his fingers out of your slit. as your breathing regulates, he slithers up the length of your body and places the two fingers that were just inside of you on your closed lips and taps as if to say ‘open up’. your lips part and he presses his fingers onto your tongue. he smiles as you seal your lips around his drenched digits.

“see how sweet you taste, baby?” he asks. you hum around his fingers and nod your head. as he removes them from your mouth, you peer down at the wet patch over his obvious boner in his sweatpants.

you frown at him and run your hand down his torso to the happy trail that disappears into his pants. “can i help you, too?” you question, looking up at him with curious eyes. he smirks at you and pushes his hips into your own. “i’m gonna ruin you, sweet girl.”

#enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #jay park smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard hours #enha smut #enha hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #smut #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #jhopezwrld #my writing

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slushycoookie · 2 months

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My Husband Has a Symbiote! Pt. 2

Pt.1 - Pt.2

Relationship: Symbiote! Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 2,804

Content: Smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, Miguel gets choked, Reader can't go ten minutes without being railed, MINORS DNI!

Summary: You try to have a serious conversation about the symbiote Miguel has, but it doesn't really work.

A/N: I'm having so much fun with this, don't mind me. Also, you guys really liked the first part, so here's some more!

After the most wonderful sex you had in your life, you had to get a grip.

It couldn't happen again. Having sex with an alien that your husband bonded with. You were still trying to understand why using a symbiote was the best action out of everything else. You all could try the normal way. Without taking extreme measures. Or, in your case, out-of-this-world ones. That's what you decided to do getting up this morning.

You took your time putting on clothes, your legs wobbling as you stood. You smelled the strong scent of coffee while traversing to the kitchen. Only to get a view of your husband's gorgeous back.

“Good morning.” Miguel handed you a cup of coffee as a peace offering. As you took it, you tried not to get distracted by his hairy chest and arms. Or how his sweatpants hung low around his waist.

“Good morning.” You smiled against your cup, “Sleep well?”

He nodded, matching your smile. “Did you?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes darted around his form. No clear view of his new symbiote. Unless he put it in a bottle. “Where is it? Or them?”

Miguel rubbed the back of his neck, “They're still here.” Just then, his new best friend appeared. Only its head, sporting your partner's signature blue and red colors. Its smile and tongue gave you flashbacks of how that was on your lower half last night. Taking exceptionally good care of you. You squeezed your thighs again to ignore the arousal.

“Pretty thing.” A weird form of greeting they uttered before disappearing.

“We should definitely talk about that. In-depth.” You settled your cup down.

Miguel did the same, standing beside you. “What's more to talk about? I told you why I got one.”

“And I understood that.” You sighed, “But that can't happen again. We should try like normal people. Go see a doctor, try more sex positions…”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close. “We're not normal people.”

“I know.” You let out a slight laugh, “But I think it's best to-”

“Did you not enjoy last night?”

Your heartbeat picked up. His eyes were lowered, gazing at you with an emotion you knew all too well. It didn't help that he smelled so good. Hints of ginger mixed with the fresh coffee hugged your senses. Or the way his rugged arms held you up last night while thrusting into you. “I did-”

He stole a kiss. Stopping you from regretting anything that occurred last night. You started making out in the kitchen, absorbed in the bitter coffee taste. Which somehow turned into you getting destroyed from behind. Miguel's symbiote form pressed against your back, body rutting into you. His ginormous hands covered the countertops. Little cracks formed with each thrust he took. You couldn't be upset about the destruction of your kitchen. You didn't want him to stop.

“You deserve to have our children…” That deep voice resonated in the room, causing you to shiver.

“Don’t say that…” You whimpered, pressing your ass back against him. A territorial growl emitted from behind and he went harder. Pounding into you until you screamed his name.

Everything was a mess.

The countertops were damaged, coffee spilled on the floor along with the broken pieces from your mugs. And a sticky, warm substance was sliding down your thighs. Miguel’s normal hand reached down and scooped up whatever was coming out. Pushing it back in to make sure it didn't go to waste. All while he kissed your head.

You couldn't even talk to him about the symbiote in the room. Whenever you tried to bring up getting rid of it, somehow you were on your back, side, bent over or on top. Taking your partner's cock like a champ. Getting full of his seed. And at the end of it, feeling completely satisfied.

You ranted to MJ and Jess when you all went out for lunch at a café. It's been a week of Miguel using you like his own sex toy.

“All I heard is that you've been getting some.” Jess remarked while sipping on her drink. “And you're complaining about it.”

“Because he's distracting me! So I don't tell him to get rid of it!” You buried your face in your hands.

“Well…how big is it?” Mj asked, eyes wide with genuine curiosity.

You raised a brow as your cheeks turned dark. “I shouldn't tell you that.”

“You look the way you did when you came back from your honeymoon.” Jess noticed your body practically glowing from all the sex you were having. “We gotta know how good it is.”

The table they were sitting at was rectangular in shape. Long enough for you to show them how big Miguel was with his symbiote. Which was almost half of the table.

“Whoa.” Mj gawked at the description. “And tell me why you're complaining again.”

You rolled your eyes, “Symbiotes are dangerous! I don't want him to get obsessed with it all because of a problem I have.” You turned to Jess, “Shouldn't you be agreeing with me here? Didn't you have a symbiote?”

Jess waved you away, “No, because I'm too smart not to put myself through that.” You purse your lips as the Spider-Woman kept going. “They are dangerous, but only if they don't have a decent relationship with who they're attached to.”

“Yeah, Peter was very different when he had it.” Mj explained, twirling her drink around with a straw. “First he was energized and then snippy. He couldn’t part with it until he had a wake-up call that it was destroying our relationship. It was scary.”

That's what you were worried about. Your partner turning into someone you couldn't recognize. You weren't scared of him but for him.

“You know you can say no, right?” Jess said before getting a mischievous glint in her eye. “But you don't want to. The sex is that good, huh?”

You gasped at her accusation, “You are…absolutely right.” Your friends sympathized with you, “But we need to talk…”

You had to come up with a plan. A way so you could talk without having his cock buried inside you. You decided to visit him at HQ, trying to look as unattractive as possible with a hoodie and sweatpants. Being married to the leader of Spider Society had its perks. One of them was looking into mission distribution. You noticed the teen dream, which you called Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Hobie, and Margo, going to report to Miguel that day. You couldn't barge in when he spoke to Peter. He'd have Mayday with him, adding more fuel to the fire. Or any reports with Ben because Miguel would get jealous and sex would ensue. A bunch of teens on the other hand was perfect.

You approached the group as they were about to make their way into his lab.

“Hey!” Miles greeted with open arms, “What brings you here?”

“Oh, I need to talk to Miguel about something.” You waved it off, not deeming it as important.

“Trouble in paradise?” Hobie said with a smirk, causing you to shake your head.

“No, no. It's just about the symbiote. You guys think it's weird, right? That he's using it?”

“Actually,” Gwen took over, “some of our people have had success stories in using it. Like me, for example.”

You stared at the girl, surprised. “What? You had a good relationship with one of those things?”

“Yeah. It's no big deal.” Gwen shrugged it off. The entire time they were slowly making their way inside his lab. Going past his equipment in the darkness.

Pavitr jumped on her back, “She says it's no big deal. Like a boss.”

“That's Gwendy for ya.” Hobie winked at her.

“Guys, it really isn't a big deal. Symbiote relationships can be symbiotic. It depends on the person and who they connect with. It could make them better or worse.”

Everyone blinked at Gwen's explanation. Your knowledge of her connection with the alien made you pause. Was it possible for Miguel to have a healthy relationship with the thing? Were you stressing yourself out worrying about him?

“Miguel has been getting better lately.” Miles cut in.

“Yeah, at first he was moody, but then he gave me the day off so I could play a new game that came out.” Margo added. “He never lets me take the day off for video games.”

You hummed. Sure, his mood was getting better, but they still had to talk. You didn't want to assume everything was okay until they at least spoke about it.

Inside the lab, the teens gave their report to Miguel. The entire time he stood high on his platform, nodding to everything they were saying. Once in a while, he’d glance at you, a trace of intrigue, like he wanted to talk. Or breed you before getting back to work. You couldn’t relax seeing him in his typical suit. The symbiote was still attached to him, just not present.

“Good work.” Miguel complimented, “Now, my partner needs to speak to me about something.”

You perked up, shaking your head. “They can stay, it’s not that important-”

“I’d rather they didn’t.” His stare shot through your body. It was hard but yet filled with increasing lust. All you did was walk in the room.

The teens walked past you, shooting apologizing looks. Hobie’s face was amused, giving a reassuring pat on the back before whispering in your ear. “Don’t rough ‘im up too much.”

Miguel called you to his platform. You made your way across, trying to devise a quick game plan as your current one backfired. You placed yourself on the other side to create as much distance as possible. You heard him command Lyla to lock the lab so no one could get in. You took a deep breath to stabilize your beating heart.

“Why are you over there?”

You shot him a glare, “You know why.”

“Do I?” Miguel tilted his head in question. A rumbling chuckle filled your body when you tsked. He stood on the other end, not making any moves to get closer. Yet his eyes were trailing down your covered body. Picturing himself peeling every layer off of you. “I like your outfit today.”

You saw him take one step closer and you had to straighten yourself. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Another step and you cleared your throat. You could see yourself being bent over that console if the conversation kept up like this.

“Look, we really need to talk about this symbiote.” Miguel hummed, partially listening. As he took another step, you pressed yourself back against the console. Realizing you couldn’t get further back, you raised a harsh pointer finger towards him. “Miguel.”

“I’m listening, preciosa.” He paused, that same look of hunger in his eyes.

“Are you? Do you see yourself right now?” You watched him take another step.

Miguel snorted, “Do you see yourself right now? You’re so sexy. I can’t believe I married you.”

He closed the gap, one hand on the console behind you. You placed your hands on his chest. At first, it was to try to create some distance, but the hardened muscle under your palms made you reconsider. Those same pectorals you've always felt and pressed up against. Your hands had a mind of their own, running along them. The corner of Miguel’s lips curled up in amusement.

“You still wanna talk?” He picked you up and placed you on the console. His other hand placed against your lower back, pressing your entire body against his chest. Your resolve was dwindling as he gazed at you. “Or do you want to be bred?”

That’s how you ended up the way you were now. Clothes removed, thrown who knows where in his lab. Legs spread while his gigantic finger pumped into and out of you. Miguel’s symbiote form took over, drooling while watching you take him in easily. You whined while clutching his arm. Small sopping sounds fill your ears.

A gasp escaped your lips when a second digit entered you. Your back arching at the beautiful friction. How his fingers knew where to touch inside. A satisfied growl erupted from Miguel, mouth wide as his tongue glided across your pleasure-fixed face.

“Pretty thing. So obedient…” His thumb pressed against your clit. Your nails dug into his sticky skin at the additional sensation. Not wanting him to stop for a second as that familiar burning feeling started to rise. It pooled in your stomach before spreading up and over your body. Miguel didn’t care when you screamed for him in his lab, letting all the spiders know he was pleasing his partner.

You panted, leaning back a little on the console when his fingers were gone. The familiar sight of his large cock came into view, ready to go in. A rush of clarity filled your mind as you stopped him. He gave you a look in question.

“Lemme be on top.”

Miguel grinned, eyes lighting up with intrigue. “Oh? Pretty little thing wants to bounce?”

Before you could nod in confirmation, he sat down. Back pressed along the console. Goosebumps formed, feeling the cool steel amongst your feet. You licked your lips, watching your partner observe you. Dark blue cock aching to be inside. You hovered over him, stabilizing yourself by touching his shoulders. Before sinking down.

Each time Miguel’s cock entered you, it was always as if it was the first time. After a couple of thrusts, You always lost your ability to think straight. Only taking what Miguel gave you. This time was going to be different.

A moan escaped you, getting used to the feeling before raising your hips again. Before slamming back down on him. His eyes lowered at the sight of his partner fucking yourself on his shaft. Even though Miguel took over most of the time during sex, You had your moments of being the one to make him quiver under your touch. While fucking the symbiote, it was still affected by things that made regular Miguel whine. So you went slow, sliding up and down at an antagonizing pace. Even for you. But you needed to get your point across. Miguel’s hands hovered by your hips, ready to have you pick up the pace. Only for you to use one hand to grip his thick throat.

His eyes went wide at the sudden action, your tiny hand doing your best to choke him out. “Pretty thing wants to get rough?”

“You like it rough.” You quipped back, still rolling your hips on him. Miguel growled at the sensation before latching his hand on his arm.

“We do.”

It happened in an instant, the symbiote tendrils curling around the lower half of your arm, coating it the signature blue. You felt stronger. Enough to grip his neck tighter. You also picked up the pace, bouncing in a way to drive him crazy. If you could see Miguel’s face, you knew his eyes would be rolled back, while his hips thrusted up in unison with your bounces.

“L-Let me…speak to him…”

“You are.” The symbiote’s chest heaved, almost succumbing to the intoxicating sensation.

You shook your head, a whimper coming out as you hit a spot that was too good. “No. I wanna…see him…” Miguel’s face appeared, pleasure permeating his dazed face. If there were any other moment, you wouldn’t stop, help him chase his fucked out high. But not right now. You slowed down, earning a cry from Miguel.

“N-No. Don’t stop, mi amor.”

“Listen to me first…” Your pace was torture as you sunk down enough to provide pleasure still. In this position, Miguel was susceptible to agree to anything as long as he made sure he released inside you. “We’re gonna have a conversation about this thing.”

“Okay, okay. We will. Now let’s-” A strangled moan escaped him when you squeezed his neck.

“I’m serious, Miguel. If we end up like this again without talking, you’re not coming back home.” You stared right into his eyes, serious while clouded with pleasure. Miguel stared right back, taking in that you meant every word. You didn’t like it had to come to this, but it would put you at ease if you two talked about it.

He nodded, taking your words to heart. “Okay.”

With that, your pace picked up again. You bounced on his cock with vigor, hand removed from his throat and back to his shoulders. Miguel’s hands were on your hips as he fucked up into you to meet your own. Both were extraordinarily loud in the lab. Neither cared as they went to chase the high together. A mix of grunts and moans spread amongst the atmosphere.

Then, a comfortable silence took its place.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #slushycoookie writes

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azulock · 4 months

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Day five, almost the halfway point! Here we have Reo, my baby, being allowed to just be happy. Like, is it too much to ask for? Let him rest, pleeeeease.

summary. Reo's flight back home gets moved to an earlier date an dhe has the chance to arrive home a day before and surprise you. And even though he never cared much for the holidays, arriving home to you baking and singing does bring him some love for the season.

pairing. Reo Mikage x Reader

wordcount. 726 words

5. Dancing to Holiday Songs - Reo Mikage

When Reo's flight got moved to a day earlier, he was happy to know he'd be going home to you sooner, and he was even happier with the chance to surprise you when he arrived. With the team getting a break for the end of the year, and you finally getting a vacation, he was overjoyed that you two would get more time to spend together. Since you two were always so busy, there were times when you barely got to see each other, and he desperately needed to be with you again to recharge his energy and get through these cold, snowy days.

The minute Reo finally stepped foot in your shared home, the first thing to hit him was the smell of ginger and cinnamon, the second was the sound of holiday music. Oh, yes, you were probably baking for Christmas. Truth is, he had pretty much forgotten the date, he really didn't care much about the holidays in general. In Japan, he never paid much mind to Christmas, and he carried that nonchalance about it even when he moved to Europe.

But you loved the season, and Reo loved you, so he'd started making the effort to care. Despite all the snow and cold outside, his heart always filled with warmth when he saw how the arrival of the holidays brought you such joy. And resting at the entrance of the kitchen now, watching you bake and sing softly to yourself, almost made the world seem lighter, the happiness you emanated being brighter than the sun itself. If Reo could, he'd stay like this forever, safe from his worries in the love you made him feel.

Silently, he entered the large space of the warm kitchen, being light on his feet not to alert you to his presence. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you were barely noticing your surroundings anyway. Approaching the counter, he picked up one of the cookies cooling in the rack, you'd probably chastise him for not waiting for them to cool properly, but how could he? They truly were as tasty as they looked.

Moving further forward, Reo came right behind you, quickly sneaking one arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck as he pulled you away from the oven. You yelped in surprise, and he could feel your heartbeat shoot up as you exclaimed his name. He only laughed, laying a kiss to your neck as he smelled the scent of cinnamon clinging to your skin. With a boisterous laugh, he turned you around, pulling your body flush against his own as he wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying you both to the rhythm of the music playing.

"Reo," you gasped, chuckling as he spun the both of you, "what are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I came home to you," he responded, rubbing his nose against your own. "Why, aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course I am, you dummy, but you were only supposed to arrive tomorrow," you replied with a shake of your head.

"Flight got moved up, so I get more time to spend with you," he beamed, humming the song playing as he spun you both around again.

"Fuck, you almost killed me there, I was pretty sure I was gonna spit out my heart for a second there," you said with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as you both moved with the music. "But I'm glad you got home early, I missed you."

"Oh, love, I missed you even more," Reo responded, brushing his lips against yours and bringing you in for a kiss, relishing in the taste of your mouth as you danced in the kitchen. He had missed that, your kiss, the feeling of your skin, the way he felt more at home in your arms than anywhere else. It was heavenly, but he had to pull away when a strange smell tickled his nose. "What's that smell?"

"Oh fuck! The jam," you exclaimed, pushing him away and breaking free from his arms in a hush to get back to the pot on the fire with the red jam in it. Oops, guess he'd have to help you prepare another one now to make up for this little mishap - well, like he'd even mind that.

shout out to: @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

#reo mikage x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo mikage #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue christmas event

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fueledbysano · 3 months

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Okay, this is old, but I just saw your perfume post about tr boys, and I loved it so much! I am a perfume enthusiast and just from that post, I can tell you have emasculate taste. Can I request one of what tr girls would wear? I also just want some women perfume recs lmaooo

what fragrances I think tokyo revengers girls would wear

hello, nonnie 🖤 I love going back to old works so thank you for sending this! while making the boys' version, I actually also thought about doing one for the girls but it slipped my mind since then so thanks for bringing it back! I'd love to do it, here we go!

♱ ft. Hina Tachibana, Yuzuha Shiba, Akane Inui, Senju Akashi

♱ an: these are always really fun to make.

boys' version

Hina - Decorte Kimono Yui, Jo Malone Mimosa & Cardamom

I'm giving her two scents because I really pin her as the type of girl who has a signature scent plus a rotation of perfumes for different outfits. For her usual everyday fragrance in school, I believe that Hina would love Kimono Yui by Decorte. It's floral and citrus-y in scent, and I like how none of which overpower the other which makes it more appealing. It's flirty and fun, not an over bearing fragrance... This scent feels like having lemon pastries at a rose garden. This scent is perfect as it is, and is good for layering with richer floral-based scents too! She loves how cute the bottle looks too and I can see her owning the other scents from the line.

Jo Malone is actually a favorite in Japan as well. I like to hc that Takemichi lined up with crowds of people at the store opening to get her a bottle. He thought they all smelled the same and ended up just taking which one sounded cuter and Hina ended up loving it anyways. She wears this scents on their dates. It's such a good warm, soft, spicy floral, and a little powdery scent. this scent feels like collecting laundry from the yard on a summer.

Yuzuha - L'interdit Rouge Givenchy

this is the scent of a boss babe. she is canonically an it girl with fan girls and I thought this scent is her signature. you get something spicy, fresh, and the stronger notes like ginger on first spray, and then it becomes really creamy and sweet because of the jasmine notes over time. this feels like dressing up for the night at a five star restaurant or hotel. I own the l'interdit Intense which is the goth sister of the l'interdit scents and it's safe to say that this is the sexiest scent in the line.

miss shiba became Hakkai's manager in the future which means she knows her fashion and her scents, and I think she would also really love the Good Girl perfume line, anything from Xerjoff and Jean Paul Gaultier— perfume of sophisticated and powerful boss babes like her 💋

Akane - Replica "By the fireplace" by Maison Margiela

look, the burning house incident didn't even occur to me when I came up with this, I swear on my life. burnt jokes aside, this scent smells like going for a walk to a bookstore in autumn, and you're eating s'mores. it settles into a warm, sweet, woody vanilla... it's very cozy and warm, and smoky too. ( alright maybe there was an implication of the roasted joke in that last one ) I have a travel-sized bottle of this which was gifted by a friend from Japan and I wear it on colder days.

Senju - Replica "Springtime in a Park" by Maison Margiela

senju is another maison margiela girlie. I believe this is one of the more underrated scents from the Replica line. It's floral in a way so light, airy, and fresh. It reminds me of walking down a field and picking up the scent of fresh and dewy flowers in the breeze. those kind of random whiffs of scents that suddenly take you back to when you were younger, but never identify where it was coming from. I think she's not really big on fragrances and sticks on a signature scent like this! I am not big on floral scents but this is the few I like. I sprayed it on my wrist at an outlet shop.

#tokyo revengers #hina tachibana #yuzuha shiba #akane inui #senju kawaragi

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nogenderbee · 1 month

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕂𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello hello! Well I really like your writing and I saw the status open so here I go, I would like a reader as Rui's younger brother and the reader is dating Akito S.? Maybe their encounters where Akito goes to the reader's house and finds Rui in the kitchen, or the couple spending time at school and Rui peeking in, I don't know, they're just vague thoughts. Thank you (Regarding the personality of the reader, perhaps asocial/introverted but when he is in confidence he makes it known why he is Rui's brother? Well, that topic is how you want to do it)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hi!! Omg I love it!! And I kinda used your ideas because they were simply too good not to use!

It turned out kindaaa long I guess? But I honestly like it so I dearly hope you will too!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

You looked around the school for Akito during lunch break when you finally found him sitting behind the school.

"Hey Akito!"

He looked up from his phone and stopped munching as soon as he heard familiar voice. Noticing you, small smile spread across his face and he moved aside a bit to make some space for you on bench.

"Yo! Come sit down. Guess what I got today."

"Oh!! Are those my favorites?! Awh did you cooked it all for me~?"

"You're overthinking it. Just give it a taste."

He picked up your favorite food with chopsticks and put it closer to your mouth, hoping you could give him some honest opinion about it. He did baked it tor you after all... not like he's ever gonna admit it tho!

You on the other hand didn't hesitate for a second and opened your mouth, letting the food end on your tongue as you carefully munched it. You didn't wanted to say just "it's good" but you really couldn't fine anything to complain about! It's like he put his heart into making it perfect.

"It's good! Mind if I have another one~?"

"Not at all. I cooked a bit too much so I'd appreciate your help..."

Another piece ended in your mouth. You and Akito really just shared private moment right now, not expecting anyone to interrupt since it's a bit of w secret spot at school.

"Fufu~ Isn't that adorable~?"

Both of you heard familiar voice and immidietly turned your heads towards it. Then only difference was that you had a smile when you saw Rui and Akito looked as if he just saw a ghost.

"Hey Rui! What are you doing here?"

"You've mistaken our bags and put your lunch in my bag. I couldn't let me lil bro starve now, could I?"

You gratefully took the lunch box from your brothers hands, happy at the thought you might share your lunch with your boyfriend as well, as little thanks for cooking something so delicious for you!

"Thanks a lot Rui-!"

"LIL BRO?!"

But your sentence was interrupted by shocked Akito. He should've known! He should've recognized that :3 smilez blue strands and mischievous personality!! How are you so similar and yet so different?! He wouldn't want to suddenly befriebr Rui but he doesn't wish to break with you either...

"That's correct. I guess we never really met each others properly... Well just know that you have my gill support of your relationship! I heard lot's of goods from lil one!"

"Lil o- you have the weirdest nicknames... but thanks..."

"Fufu~ I'll leave you to your little romance moment now. Have fun!"

As fast as he appeared, he disappeared. But it seemed to only bother ginger guy... you just sat down and opened your lunch box as if it was nothing. You even offered him first piece of your lunch before eating.

"Say ah~"

"No thanks."

But he declined and out all of your favorite food from his lunch onto yours, only confirming this specific part was made for you. You sat there a little confused but after noticing his blushing face, you quickly realized what he was trying to avoid and what he was thinking on.

"Is someone shy~?"

"Oh shut it!! I just now see how similar you are..."

"You'd date my brother?"

"Never. You're simply something else... don't overthink it."

"No need to. I already got you figured out~"

You munched on your food, leaving Aktio blushing like crazy as he tried to hide it by turning his face away and focusing one eating his food.

So much happened on a single lunch break... he may end up having trauma for this place... but then again, it is your usual spot to hangout at and he can't really bring himself to stop doing that.

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane - come get your pancakes lover!

#virtualnetwork #project sekai #colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #project sekai akito shinonome #project sekai akito x reader #rui kamishiro #project sekai rui kamishiro #fluff #project sekai fluff #oneshot #project sekai oneshot

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siriusblack-the-third · 1 year

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I really loved that Marauders Dark Academia post <333 I was wondering if you have any other Indian James Potter headcanons? About him or his family etc

Ohhhhh i have sO. MANY.

He does that thing where you slurp chai, click your tongue and say 'haaaaa!' Sirius and Remus give him so much shit for it for the first couple months, but then they start doing it and Peter finds it annoying and suddenly everyone in Gryffindor is being subjected to extremely exaggerated 'haaaaa!'s

He absolutely loathes it when people say British food tastes good. He gets into so many arguments with Peter about it because "come on, mate, that's the sweetest chai my mother makes, she's even skipped the ginger, how do you find it spicy?* "It has cinnamon, Jamie." "Cinnamon is fucking sweet, you little—"

He's obsessed with literature and poetry. Like, even obsessed is a mild word. People think Remus is the type to read books but no, wolf boy over there wouldn't touch a book if he didn't abso-fucking-lutely need to. James is the real bookworm— he got it from his Baba, who waxed poetic about Rabindranath Thakur and Vivekananda and Ghalib and Faiz Ahmad Faiz and told James that their writing was amazing and then there's this little boy reading under his covers with a little ball of not-so-accidentally conjured light which is how he gets his glasses before he even goes to Hogwarts.

He's three quarters Desi. His mother was from India, and his father was half Indian, because James' paternal grandmother was also from India. Specifically, both women were from pureblood Maratha lines.

He does the head movements. All the head movements. Sirius picks it up after spending literally all their time together, and Remus and Peter laugh themselves sick about it so many times, oh my gods.

Sirius learns Marathi, Hindi and Urdu from James' parents in secret and surprises James during the holidays after sixth year because he has the proper accent down and everything. James cries (but he won't admit it)

The Potter family, except James' paternal uncle Charlus and his wife Dorea, live in India till right before his 11th birthday, when the Indo Pak war breaks out. Then they move to England.

James has so. Many. Cousins. He can't remember the names of half of them and he hates how the atyas and the maushis and the mamis pull his cheeks when he visits the country, but he puts up with it because family is important to him. Also he loves playing with the toddlers and babies, they're fucking cute.

Loves kajal so much it's borderline unhealthy. There will always. Always. Be a line of black under his eyes, winging out slightly at the outer corners. Sometimes, when he's feeling himself, he will draw the wing out to a dramatic, bold style that makes the light brown of his eyes look so much more beautiful (Lily drives herself crazy over it).

Absolute pants at waltzing. He loves the music, sure (he can play almost every sheet of piano music he can find on the first try bc baby boi is a Pureblood brat /affectionate/), but he hates the dance style. He'd much rather wrap his ankles with ghungroo and dip his fingers into alta dye, because bharatnatyam is the ultimate dance form and you are wrong if you have any other opinion.

He was really good friends with the Patil twins' parents and family. They would get together to talk shit about the gore loka and Sirius would get mock annoyed that James almost never took him because "Jamie we're practically married already what the fuck mate"

He's really fucking good at maths and arithmancy, and he really fucking hates it. Stupid numbers and their stupid calculations kashyasathi kartoy mi he kay upayog tari ahe ka hyacha (marathi— why am I doing this is this even of any use) but he has a point to prove to snivellus and fuck if he isn't proving it. It also helps that his mother made him complete all fourteen levels of abacus (seven basic and seven advanced) by the time he was fourteen.

#marauders era #desi james potter #indian james potter #james potter headcanon #harry potter #fuck jkr #we dont deal w that shit in my good pagan house #harry potter marauders #marauders era headcanons #marauders #the marauders #james potter

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borbology · 11 months

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idk if anyone has asked this before but may i ask for some knight headcanons? specifically sword and blade,,?👀

YESSS I have been waiting for this ask! I have a lot of hcs about Sword and Blade that I'd love to share. GET READY FOR A LONG POST!

To start off, I have the post where I drew what I think they look like under their armor (I also birthed this cursed image).

First of all, and as much as I love them, I think Sword and Blade didn't get a big enough personality in the anime. If I were to describe them in my hcs, I think that Sword is generally the more chill one out of the two. He strikes me as the kind who is easy to hang out with, but he can be unexpectedly funny or stubborn at times. Sword is more gentle with the way he speaks, whilest Blade is bri'ish and has an ocassional potty mouth (says wanker and consistently gets away with it because no-one knows what it means). Because Blade has a harsher voice in the dub that somehow makes me want to make him the bolder one of the two. He's the one who's more likely to express himself. We gotta hear more of that hilarious voice afterall lol. In making his design I gave him his one eye that he has in the game sprites. I've really enjoyed drawing him very expressive so I decided to make him a creechur with big emotions.

I love thinking about how they interact with eachother. I see them as brothers. They've been through a lot, love eachother, but also get into shenanigens and bother each other sometimes.

Their relationship is both endearing and hilarious. Between the two of them, Blade is actually the older one -- I decided that because it's funnier if he's the eldest even though he's shorter. At this point they wouldn't know what to do with eachother. I think that they share a room next to Meta Knight's quarters, and that they have bunk beds. I actually have a sketch of their room that I want to finish someday soon.

As for their personal lives, it's important to me that characters have substance which makes them feel like real people, so when I make my own characters I always give them five things to help with that -- hobbies, desires, a favorite food and favorite drink, a birthday, and trivia (some little traits that have no real impact on the character in their story but still exist and are interesting). This is something I love doing and my autism always has me making lists/filling out self-made questionares for characters. I highly reccommend it, it's fun as Hell and a useful tool for writing character.

Sword:

He can play guitar and he likes music in general. Once I decided to give him antenna I thought it would be neat because bugs hear by picking up vibrations, so the vibrations of music are probably very pleasing. He also likes to watch sports because he has become quite athletic since training under Meta Knight.

He is happy with the state of his life but once he feels like the timing is right he wants to find a girlfriend. My man has been alone too long. Part of this is because he feels like he missed out on getting to experience relationships when he younger (due to the war). He'd like a girlfriend, but he's somehow embarrassed to talk about it and he worries how Blade would feel if he spent some of time with another person.

Sword likes comfort foods like macaroni and cheese. He enjoys the taste of ginger ale because it makes him think of the ginger beer they sold at home (whatever the kirby universe's equivilant to australia is lol)

His birthday is June 14th (I do have a system for how I pick chracter birthdays btw but I'm not willing to share it you just have to trust me)

For trivia, he likes cats, and he's allrgic to peanuts

Blade:

He likes to relax in his off-time and scientifically the best way to do this is by playing Animal Crossing, so I gave him an Animal Crossing town because I love Animal Crossing. It'd be funny if there was a game in the Kirby universe where you played as a cappy or something in a village of creatures like Rick, Kine, and Coo. He also likes to practice baking (he and sword said in the anime that they both always wanted to be cooks, but they were too afraid to tell this to meta knight. plus its fun for him to watch meta knight eat all the treats and still somehow try to deny he has a sweet tooth lol)

Blade, unfortunately, is British - which means that he, unfortunately, likes British food. He will eat beans on toast and make everyone around him uncomfortable. As for his favorite drink... peach nectar lol (bugs love sugarsugarsugar)

His birthday is March 9th (don't question meee)

For trivia, he likes dogs (its funny if he is a dog person while sword it a cat person). He's got just the one big eye so cats give him allergy. I also subscribed to the idea of him being trans because of the difference in his voice between the sub and the dub versions of the anime. Just this alone comes with its own set of hcs I won't get into here.

Lastly, I felt the need to dive into their history. Their backstory about being survivors of the war and having to resort to robbery to survive is so interestingly tragic and something I feel like people don't pay attention to enough when it comes to portraying them. They had to have homes and family and friends that they both lost before happening upon each-other and deciding that two is better than one when it comes to staying alive in the barren hellscape that they now roamed. I plan on making some art about this topic in the future so I'll leave out my hcs for now.

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS

#thank you for indulging me #im working on some stupid doodles of them now to add to this #kirby anime #sword knight #blade knight #borbology hcs #borbtalk #long post

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olivermorningstar · 6 months

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Sariver (or Oliviel?) time!

- I wanna know first impressions. What they thought about each other when they first met?

- Does Oliver share Sariel's taste for drinking? How they enjoy their free time together?

- Do they share the same chambers or each one has on their own?

- How was it opening up to each other? Did it take long or did they felt comfortable around each other rather quickly?

- Plans for the future together?

Thank you!! 💕

Alright! Let's do this! Answers under the cut.

Sariel would have been present and part of the group that decided if Oliver was allowed to work at the palace. He wasn't sure about him. He is a fair bit younger than most of the candidates for the job and has less experience, but he had a sound argument for getting the position. Ultimately, Sariel agreed to allow him in, but he kept a close eye on Oliver.

Of course, he eventually found it wasn't necessary. Oliver is a pretty honest guy and he is using all of his new resources to work for the good of Rhodolite. These are all really good traits for a royal scientist to have in Sariel's eyes.

Perhaps what was a little less desirable was Oliver's mischief streak. None of it was as chaotic as say... digging holes in the garden, but he likes to needle people and nitpick. Once he realized he had Sariel's approval and Sariel was just coming around to figure him out, he began to pick on Sariel. Once Sariel put up some boundaries on what Oliver could pick on and what he could nosey into, things went much smoother. He even started to throw some of that teasing back at Oliver who was delighted by this.

Oliver actually does not drink. He tried his best to find anything that tasted good to him, but he simply ended up deciding that perhaps... alcohol is not for him. He likes ginger beers though, but those are not alcoholic. As a result, they do sometimes meet to share drinks - ale for Sariel, ginger beer (or ginger ale) for Oliver.

Mostly though they like walks and hikes because it gets them away from their work and it allows Sariel to see a little of what is going on beyond the walls. It's also a nice place for them to talk a little more openly about themselves. It is a much needed respite for them both.

Eventually they share chambers, but it took them literal years to get to that point. Both like their privacy and their space. They love each other, but sometimes they need some walls.

They ended up sharing a space when Oliver visited Sariel and slept there and then just. Kept coming back. Officially, Oliver still has his own room, but folks know if you want to find him, look for Sariel's room.

There is layers for Sariel to open up on. It only took a few months for him to be friendly with Oliver, it took literal years for him to open up about his past, even longer for him to open up about the more dark parts of his work. While it took Emma a month in game, Oliver and Sariel have the luxury of taking their time to develop some serious trust.

Oliver doesn't have as much to hide, but he DOES have trouble communicating, so learning how to actually connect with Sariel was his struggle. Oliver could see when something was troubling Sariel, but he just didn't know how to approach the topic, so he tries to goof off and distract him instead, which wasn't right. Once Sariel recognized what was going on, he was able to connect with Oliver better. Trust came easier at that point, too.

Both hesitate at marriage. While their relationship is known, it can be dicey with Sariel's enemies to be spouses. Not to mention, do they even need it? They know they love each other and that they trust each other, do they need a ring to prove that?

Children are not on the table either. Since I headcanon Sariel as a transman and Oliver is transmasc, it's not possible for them. Though they could adopt, I feel Sariel is not too keen and neither is Oliver. They have their careers and they have each other. For them - that's enough.

#IkePri OC #IkePri Oliver #IkePri Sariel #Oliver/Sariel

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weaselle · 5 months

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hold on my notes from my last post are like some kind of poem. almost. or something idk here

(my boss stopped by her favorite Thai restaurant and told them i was sick and they made her a soup for me that's not on the menu)

#i worked as a cook for a long time so i can tell what's in it #it's like a very fresh barely cooked bisque of mostly carrot and ginger - delicious btw #and the ginger is in little tiny shredded fresh bits all through it and don't really pop their heat unless you sort of chew a little #which of course with little bits in a puree you naturally do #and i didn't pick up on much of the ginger in the first taste so i added a whole bunch of sriracha to it because hot sauce in soup is the best #and that particular hot sauce is made mostly of garlic and jalepeños #and they used a shit ton of ginger in the soup actually #so basically i just downed a mug of ginger garlic jalepeño soup and wow dude it Lit Me Up #i wish there was more of it

#poem?#my life

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softquietsteadylove · 10 months

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Hii, how are you?, i have a little idea for the Mermaid Au:

Thena gets sick for the first time, she is feeling really bad and scared but thankfully her boyfriend Gil is there to take her of her.

Thank you so much for all of your writings they are sooo amazing and perfect, i love them. 😃🖤

"Angelfish?"

Thena's groan echoed in the tub as she turned over.

Gil sighed, setting down the tray and leaning on the edge of the tub. He looked at her tail, sitting limply out of the water. "Still not feeling great?"

Thena whimpered, her face still contorted as she rolled over in the shallow warm water to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were ghostly pale. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Thena," Gil whispered, reaching into the tub to help pull her out. He had even added sea salt to the bath in hopes it would soothe something in her.

At least she wasn't throwing up anymore.

They still weren't sure what she had eaten, or if it was simply a stomach bug going around (humans). But she had never experienced vomiting before, and the sensation had both hurt and scared her half to death.

Once she had completely emptied her stomach, the sickness of it still hadn't left. Gil had immediately called in sick to work. Thena had almost told him not to, but the painful cramping in her stomach made her grateful for his usually comical worrying.

"Come here, Cuddlefish," he soothed, holding her in his arms as he kissed her clammy forehead.

Thena buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him in hopes of soothing her nausea. "Why?"

"I don't know, baby," he cooed, pushing her dry hair away from her temple. "But I'm right here. I promise I won't go anywhere until you feel better."

She sniffled. After all her work to become better at wearing her legs and be more independent from Gil, she was back to lying in his bathtub with limp fins. "I'm sorry."

"Hey," he nudged her to look at him. He kissed the tip of her nose, "you have nothing to apologise for."

She disagreed with that, but she didn't argue. Her head felt foggy (and not in a fun way). Her whole body ached and she was both way too hot and way too cold. She lifted her tail somewhat but it felt inordinately heavy. "Cold."

"Okay," Gil rubbed her back. He knew what she meant every time she uttered just a single word. He moved carefully, letting her lean against the edge of the tub. "I'll bring you some warm clothes, you use a towel to get the salt off you. And have some of that!"

Thena smiled as he rushed off for her comfort. He really had been perfect through all of this. She pulled a towel over her, wiping off the salt in the water that crystallised on her body instead of being absorbed into her skin. At least her legs were a little lighter than her tail, at the moment.

She licked her lips; the drink Gil had brought her was sweet, and it tasted like ginger. He used a lot of ginger in his cooking, although it was usually more subtle. The first time she had seen it, it looked a little like an anemone, or a sea sponge. She had taken a big ol' bite out of it at her own risk.

"Here," Gil smiled as he came back with one of her favourite sweaters of his and some soft pants she had seen him wear. He kneeled down close to her feet, "shirt first."

She pulled it over her head, letting the towel fall into her lap as she did.

"Now these," he held up the pants. She knew how they were worn, but she still wasn't very good at putting them on. "One leg at a time, just lean on me."

She smiled as he turned, letting her brace herself on his strong, warm shoulder as she pulled them up her legs.

"Got 'em on?"

"Hm," she confirmed, giving his arm a squeeze. He turned slowly, careful not to knock her off balance. "Here."

She let him wrap his belt around her hips. Any pants of his had no chance of fitting her, after all. "Soft."

He smiled at her, kissing her forehead between her brows. "They are, huh? Ready?"

She nodded, melting into him as he picked her up. He had carried her around the house ceaselessly since she became ill. It was rather like when they first met. The nostalgia was comforting, through the dizziness.

"I made you something," Gil said gently as he walked downstairs with her in his arms. She buried her face in his neck and hissed. "I know, Angelfish, but you have to try and eat something."

She whined again. She didn't want to experience that expulsion of food anymore. She would rather dry up completely on a hot rock.

"I know," he whispered, trying his best to assuage her fears. "Just a little bit, Thena, please? I'm worried about you not eating."

She pouted as he laid her down on the couch. She knew he was just as scared about her condition as she was. He had called Sersi in a panic, regardless of the unspeakable hour it was when she had first expelled her meal. "Fine."

"I promise, it'll be gentle," he pressed his palm to her forehead before running it over her hair on his way out.

Thena sighed, snuggling back into the blankets he had laid out for her. She had never tried and failed so terribly to retain warmth in her more human body.

"Here we go, Angelfish," he said gently as he walked in with a clay pot he often cooked food in. It wasn't sizzling and bubbling though, steaming gently as he set it down. "This is just rice with a little seafood broth. I even put some anchovies on it."

Thena smiled at the little bowl, her favourite snack sprinkled over the top enticingly. She blinked, swiping at her cheeks with a frown.

"Hey, it's okay," Gil rushed from kneeling in front of her to beside her, swiping away her tears more gently. "It's okay, Thena. I'm right here, sweetheart."

Thena leaned against him, soaking up how warm he was. She pressed her face into his sleeve again.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he rubbed her other shoulder, kissing her hair again as she trembled faintly beside him. "I know this must feel awful."

She pulled away, looking at him with blurry vision. "Will you get sick if you kiss me?"

His brows rose, and she would be embarrassed if she had the energy to spare. He blushed faintly, "uh, n-no, I don't think so."

She pouted.

He smiled, tilting his head at her, "do you...do you want a kiss?"

She nodded, her eyes tearing up again.

Gil just smiled, leaning forward and kissing her so, so gently. She could cry with relief, but she was too focused on kissing him. He pulled back, just barely, his breath hitting her lips as he asked, "better?"

She nodded, feeling a familiar fluttering in her belly that was much more pleasant than what she had been feeling the past few days. She looked down at her food again, "much."

"Good," he sounded quite pleased, watching as she took a tentative bite.

"Hm," she blinked, trying another spoonful. She really was hungry, and it tasted nice. It wasn't as boldly flavourful as some of his cooking, but it was still delicious, and it was nice and gentle on her tongue.

"I think this might help soak up what's hurting your stomach and your throat," he explained gently, gesturing to the broth-softened grains of rice. "There's lots of ginger in it, too, which should relax the muscles that are hurting you."

Thena just nodded, taking another bite. It was good, and she could practically feel her unruly stomach calming. She looked at him, "can I have more anchovies?"

Gil kissed her cheek, "you can have anything you want, Angelfish."

She watched him stand from the couch for more and immediately felt his absence. She shimmied a little closer to his spot, which was much warmer than hers. Once he was sitting beside her again, she would have everything she needed.

#tw vomiting #Thenamesh Mermaid AU #I really love this au #I'm always so pleased when people ask for more of it #poor Thena with a stomach bug #Gil calling Sersi at 3 in the morning #hysterical because his mermaid girlfriend is hurling her guts up #Sersi drags herself out of bed for some references before determining #this is a human illness Gil #She might have a few symptoms sea life would have #but it's a stomach bug #give her ginger ale and rice porridge #maybe no medication though #And Gil sat there rubbing her back the whole time #He lets her gargle with salt water #and then she drinks it because her body needs the sodium #he's a little worried about that but he supposes it can't exactly dehydrate her #he lets her curl up in the bath and reads to her sitting on the toilet #y'know...boyfriend stuff

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ronweasleysslut · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Ronnie

Pairing: Roommate!Ron Weasley X F! Reader

Description: As Ron’s nineteenth birthday arrived the work you put in never worked out… until he came home

Warnings: kissing, she/her pronouns

Word count: 1.4k

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“Happy Birthday to you,” you sang in a sweet loving voice. You walked out of the kitchen holding a cake with a few lit candles on top. “Happy Birthday dear Ronnie. Happy Birthday to you.” His eyes twinkled in the light of the candles as he stared adoringly at you.

Today has been hell. The day of your roommate’s birth was something you had been so excited to celebrate, but it had turned sour really quickly.

The bakery you had ordered an expensive cake from had lost your order then the decorations you had bought got lost in transit. Almost every guest you had invited had previous commitments which you couldn't fault them for. At that point, you had given up on the surprise party in its entirety.

Ron had been at the Burrow all day with his family but you had told him that birthday dinner was on you this year, his mother was not happy but she settled on the night before and into his day.

You had gone to the grocery store to get everything you needed for dinner and the new cake you were now going to have to make.

There wasn't much to spruce the house up with so you settled on cleaning it spotless as an addition to the gift you had gotten him. You slaved away in the kitchen all day making Ron’s cake and the dinner he begged for days prior. All of it was worth every second to watch him walk into the house and see plates of all of his favorite foods and a big white box with a big red bow.

“Happy Birthday Ronnie,” You came out of the kitchen and up to your roommate with arms wide open.

“Y/N thank you. You didn't have to do all of this,” He accepted your hug and held onto you tight for a few seconds. “This is perfect- you are perfect. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Don't get too mushy on me now.” You smiled at the tall ginger as he pulled away from your arms a bit.

You both sat down at your small dining room table and you both ate while you heard all about his birthday. His compliments of the food you had spent so much time on never ceased as he kept putting food into his mouth.

The cake and happy birthday song were next. “Happy birthday to you.” His eyes twinkled in the light of the candles as he stared adoringly at you.

“You are too good for me.”

“Just make your wish. I want you to taste the cake I slaved over,” you booped his nose. He stared at you for a moment before closing his eyes and taking a second before blowing the small flames away from the fluffy frosting.

“What’d you wish for?” You smiled largely at the man sitting next to you.

“If I tell you it won't come true.”

“Fine… Now it's time for your present,” you had a huge grin plastered on your face excited for his reactions to the perfect presents you spent months picking out.

“I'll open it, but I told you not to get me anything,” he scolded you when he realized how big the box actually is.

“Well, you knew that wouldn't happen. Once you open it you'll forget all about that.” You stared in awe as he pulled the bow off the top of the box and lifted the lid to find a satin pouch and a box atop a bed of tissue paper. He went to grab the box first, “Nuh-uh,” you smacked lightly on the top of his hand.

“Ouch.” He yelled dramatically and rubbed his hand.

“Open the bag first.” He rolled his eyes and pulled the strings on the small bag to find a necklace. A silver necklace with a thick chain and a charm on the end, It was a small locket. He opened it and inside was a picture of the two of you and on the other side, it was engraved.

“For always and forever, it'll be us,” he read the engraving out loud and you could see his eyes glossing up as he tried to blink back the tears.

“Do you like it?” you asked quietly, a bit scared of his answer.

“Like it? I’ve never loved a present more in my life. Thank you so much,” he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You tumbled over your feet and landed in his lap. “That works too I guess,” the both of you laughed as you readjusted onto the seat next to him.

“Save the little box for the end, I know the box is a mess.” He begrudgingly set the small box on the table and pulled up the tissue paper.

“A firebolt twenty? There is no way you got your hands on one of these. They sold out in less than ten minutes! AND they are limited edition. You are the most amazing woman in this entire world. You must have spent a fortune on just these things alone and I don't even know what's in the little box. I don't know if I can accept these y/n.”

“You can and you will. Every sickle was worth it to see how happy you are at this very moment. I mean that. There is no taking them back.” He didn't speak, only stared at the broom and the intricate carvings on the handle. “Now you can open the little box,” you hadn’t been more excited than this moment as you waited for him to grab the box off the table.

He smiled and grabbed the box and opened it to find two rings, the first one was a silver band with engravings all the way around. One for each of his siblings and both of his parents. He was quiet as he looked deeply into the ring. His eyes glossed again as he saw Fred’s engraving. He was filled with emotion that he didn’t know how to articulate. He quietly set the ring back in the box and blinked and a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I hope you like it,” you said, hoping it wasn't insensitive in any way. He extended his arms and pulled you into him. He held onto you tight, not speaking, just silently showing his gratitude for the gift.

When he pulled away you just stared into each other’s eyes, “Y/n I have no words for how happy I have been since I arrived home. I love you so much.” Your bodies kept shifting closer to one another as you thought about the next thing to say.

“I love you too. I'm so glad you enjoyed your gifts. I've spent so much time in that jewelry store on fifth, I might as well work there,” you laughed lightly as you realized how close you and Ron were. You had no complaints, just wished it was more than appreciative affection. You stared into his blue eyes as he did the same and the chemistry felt so right, the same as the day you two met.

The shifting toward each other never stopped until he closed the gap between you in a split-second decision. There was a shock for half a second before you kissed him back. A soft sweet perfect first kiss. It was a perfect moment; it was like a warm Fourth of July when the big show-stopping fireworks burst in the sky.

There came a moment when you both pulled away, the taste of him stuck to your lips. “I guess birthday wishes do come true.” You blushed at his statement.

“That's what you wished for?” Your heart felt like it might explode out of your chest, you had loved Ron since you were a kid running around the Hogwarts campus now after eight years you had finally gotten the kiss you so desperately wanted and it was almost too much to handle.

“I’ve been wishing for that since fourth year, and it was so much better than I had ever imagined it.” You had been smiling since Ron pulled away from you so much so it felt like your face would shatter.

“Well, that isn't something I had expected you to say. You missed something though,” you pointed at the ring box again and he looked at the second ring, it was a silver crown with a red gem in the middle and once again there was an engraving on the inside. You are the part of me I'll always need, my Ronnie.

“You are so perfect. No one has ever loved anyone as much as I love you.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Ron weasley taglist: @squishytomatoes @hvgwartss @phildunphyisadilf @anti-zippy-snoot @sourpatchpills @fanfictioniseverything @wh0reforthemarauders @sunshinexhotchner

Moots 💗: @dr4cking @papillon-mechant @weasleytwinscumslut @spicypisceshit @dlmmdl @malfoysgem @bukoffski @enviedear @horrorxweasley @bttycpper @padf00ts-l0ver @sunshinexhotchner @carnationbasement @weaselbrownie @thecastlewitch @phuckinphia @multiqts @shespeaksinsongs @littlemissnoname13 @mellifluousart @banquetwriter @weasleyapologist @ronweasleysgf @saintlike78 @fqlkrore @drayslove @draconisxcaput @nevsluvr @sereinegemini (If would rather me not tag you i completely understand just let me know :) <3)

#saige sfw 🧸#saige’s ginger obsession 🧡#ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley fluff #roommate!ron #roommate!ron weasley #roommate!au #harry potter x reader #platonic to romantic #friends to lovers

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battlekilt · 2 years

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Cody alone is an argument for ObiRex

After Cody found out that Rex and his blasted Jedi Ginger Bastard got inappropriately attached to each other, the Commander had been in a particular mood... that only Obi-Wan was the subject of because Cody certainly wasn't going to blame Rex—Cody just knew the Captain had been duped, the victim of a Jedi Mind-Control hand waving or some Force osik!

He had also found out that he couldn't find any of his slugthrowers! Blasted Kenobi knew him too well.

Ever since Skywalker had come to all-too calm terms over it, Cody had lost his ally in this particular campaign—Campaign, 'I don't think so, you bastard—get away from my little brother!' Not that Rex was little. He was the same height as Cody, though a little leaner under his armor. Not that most people would know that Cody damn-well knew that Kenobi SHOULDN'T become aware of that, but he had. Enough to make an off-handed remark one day. Out of nowhere.

Why Kenobi took pleasure in driving Cody to madness, Cody wouldn't know. But the pitied 'oh Cody' confrontations had only gotten worse.

After an in-field strategy session and Rex escorted Skywalker out, Cody saw the look and the smile on Kenobi's face; he needed it gone, and smacking the man in the mouth in front of the junior officers was considered bad taste... and grounds for a lengthy stay in Fox's stockades. Though, Kenobi might find a better punishment for Cody: he'll find a way to have a new rank created, just so he can promote Cody, again, SOMEHOW—after all, Kenobi was a space wizard... that vile, vile man.

Not for the first time, Cody grumbled under his breath and went unheard, "I should have swapped places with Ponds. Then I'd be dead… and this damned army would be Ponds's problem."

Never mind the fact that Seventeen had told Kenobi to get 'The Golden One' from the 91st. Before all this, Cody fretted that maybe Kenobi was supposed to pick Rex to be his Marshal Commander and Cody's stupid nickname just bungled that up? The thought that he might not have been the intended Clone Commander for General Kenobi used to secretly keep him up at night with questions about why Rex and not him...

WELL, at least Cody didn't ask that question about the Stupid Face. He would commit self-inflicted brain damage and transferred to the Tadpole nurseries himself. Him and Kenobi? What a dreadful response—Rex, foolish mistakes are for the young, but WHY this one? At least it wasn't Skywalker... never mind, both were terrible options.

Cody had looked away to gather their intel materials, and hoped that by the time he looked back, the General's focus would be—anywhere but watching the Captain talk with Skywalker in the middle of the busy encampment. It rained, it poured, Kenobi had one of the stupidest faces Cody had ever seen—he's seen a lot of stupid faces, he knows his brothers, after all. He'd be impressed by his General's level of stupid face if it wasn't directed at Rex.

Time to peel the face off of Kenobi.

"He's twelve, sir," Cody growled out between his teeth. He knew that age was much more linear to natborns, very defined and segmented, and they got tetchy about it in ways the Clones never did.

Whether it was his remark or the force which Cody 'handed' the datapad to Kenobi—he's told the Jedi over and over again, things like that wouldn't happen if he wore his armor like he was supposed to. Kenobi grunted, dropped his wind, and sounded like a crotchety old man to Cody.

"Cody, do be reasonable—"

No, Cody was not going to be reasonable on this matter. If General Kenobi wanted to exchange stupid faces with a Trooper and get in his plates, he should have chosen a DIFFERENT one than Captain Rex. Wooley was blonde, though darker, also an ARC, and sweet. Plus, he was in the 212th, so Cody could... chaperone them more. No, wait, Wooley was his only ARC—that would also be embarrassing.

Waxer? No, Boil would sulk. Maybe another CC? Wolffe? Wait... that would never happen. Wolffe always acted half his chronological age—so, like six—when he saw the stupid faces others made, and gagged like he was going to be forced to eat a plateful of Insect a la Skywalker. Gree! Gree would talk to Kenobi about boring things like... dead things, and his haircut would be the perfect revenge on the Jedi.

"—Rex has had his age advanced, just like you, besides—"

Cody didn't care—NOT his Vod'ika—NOT his Verd'ika!

Cody had to practically fight off too many others, so Rex would ask him to be his Ori'vod—Wolffe almost beat him too it, and Neyo had been giving Cody hopeful eyes, or at least as much hope as passed in those dead-soul eyes; Bacara was a much better choice for that creepy vod, anyway.

The General was going to embarrass him—not that he hadn't already. What was worse, word spread fast in the GAR, and Cody was already beginning to get the most misery-inducing missives from his brothers who shared wedding suggestions.

Gree had shown his obnoxiousness by self-educating himself about the traditions of Stewjonian tartan patterns. With Bly's help, who loved natborn fashion too much—almost as much as Fox's idiot Thorn, though Cody suspected General Secura had been in on the plans, Gree had even suggested patterns to show the merging of 'The House of Kenobi' and 'The House of Rex.' While his brothers broke into a debate whether it was Rex's house, Cody's house, or Skywalker's house—Cody noticed proposed lines of yellow-gold, HIS—how dare—212th gold, he swore he'd finish shaving the rest of Gree's head, including his eyebrows; he might even pluck his lashes, strand by strand. Fox had proved he could outperform them all, and even told that 'Silly Little Girl Chuchi,' who sincerely believed Cody needed a list of venues to vet for such an affair.

'An Affair!' — The Marshal Commander's frown deepened and his chin dimpled; it was a good thing the clouds had begun to part because there were no rays of sunshine from him.

"—so are you," the General said between his barely parted lips; Cody whipped his head around like the bastard had just invited another Separatist General out for tea. The obnoxious Jedi still muttered a soft expression of polite gratitude as he took the heavy field commpad.

Offended, Cody shoved his under an arm, extended a boot past the General, and growled as he passed, "I'm twelve and A HALF."

Sufficiently distracted, Kenobi missed Rex's smile, just before the Captain turned to walk away by Skywalker's side. The red-haired groaned, turned to follow his Commander back into the misty greyness, "Cody, six months is not really—"

"To YOU, six months isn't really anything. Not to me. I'm a Clone! Six-months is a YEAR to me," a petulant Marshal Commander shot back to a very exhausted General.

"So what you're saying is... Rex is twenty-four?" Obi-Wan grinned through his beard, an expression that only got broader when Cody dead-stopped, quarter-turned on him, and glowered before he returned on his forward march. Kenobi didn't know where they were going—he learned a long time ago to just follow Cody.

"That doesn't matter! You're THIRTY-SEVEN—"

"Did you have to announce that to the whole camp, Cody, dear? You've got quite a set of lungs—"

"YES! Everyone needs to know what a tankrobber you are. That is still a thirteen-year difference! That's older than I AM!"

"Not in six months, then you'll be thirteen."

"You will also be thirty-eight by then!"

"You remembered my life day! How thoughtful, Cody. I always look forward to your gifts."

Cody's stomps sent mud everywhere—fine, he'd given up. He was going to have to spend half a day when this campaign was finally over just to get the gunk out of his armor. Maybe he'll make Rex do it—just to keep the Captain from exchanging his stupid faces with Kenobi.

"Of course I remember! How do you think I remembered to get you those gifts?! By the way, don't look forward to them anymore. You're not getting any gifts from me this year, Kenobi! Or any other year! Not after what you've done."

"Besmirched Rex's good honor?"

"Watch it..."

If it wasn't for the blue sparkle in the Jedi's eyes shining against his back, Cody could have ALMOST believed the put-on sadness in the man's voice, "Don't worry, I'm truly wounded about the gifts. It's dreadfully disappointing, Cody. Oh well, Rex will probably give me something twice as big and thoughtful."

Over his shoulder, the Commander glanced, saw the too-pleased smirk, and was once again tempted to risk an extended vacation in the Guard's stockades; he could use the break, and he'd kill for a demotion.

"Maybe he'll get you something for that greying beard of yours," Cody growled.

"Oh, I doubt that... severely."

Something in the tone made Cody stop with only one leg up the makeshift steps, turn to Kenobi and ask with squinted eyes, "Why...?"

Far too pleased with himself and still gentled, Kenobi said, "I know for a fact that Rex is quite fond of grey hair."

Stunned, at last, Cody was left behind when Kenobi lifted the hem of his robes and ascended the steps ahead of him.

"I should have become a nursery Clone."

A few noted headcanons after the fact: — 1.1. Vod/Verd'ika ask another Clone to be their Ori'vod, an Ori'vod cannot ask. — 1.2. Age difference between Clones don't really matter for the Vod/Verd'ika and Ori'vod dynamic. It is about mentorship and kind of, "I take responsibility for this one." For Cody, it is, "I will murder my Jedi for this one." — 1.3. Cody got asked by A LOT of brothers and turned them down, hopeful for only one to ask him. Rex was stupid, didn't think he'd have a chance. It was Fox who corrected him. — 1.4. There is a special infliction when the Clones say Vod/Verd'ika or Ori'vod. The infliction signifies the Capitalized version, which is entirely unique to the Clones. It wasn't something they learned from their rare Mandalorian trainers. They made it up on their own, likely after observing how the older Alpha-class Clones mentored the younger Alphas. — 2. All Clones are on the executive dysfunction scale, aka, ADHD. Cody suffers from his own brand of rejection sensitivity. — 3.1. Clones love to state their age (chronological vs developmental) between whatever is convenient for them. Make a natborn uncomfortable? "I'm twelve." Someone tries to tell them they can't do something, "I'm twenty-four!" — 3.2. Yes, the HALF is VERY important to a Clone. — 4. "Stupid Face" is Clonese for someone having an intimate interest in someone or just any interest. Cody certainly had his own stupid face as he impatiently waited for Rex to ask him to be his Ori'vod. I need to write up my origins for where Cody's "Jedi Ginger Bastard" comes from.

#commander cody #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #sw tcw #obirex #// cody hates this #// he hates everything about this #// cody took the part about protecting your vod'ika to a whole new and notorious level #// for such an anxious man #// he sure does think of many and quite creative ways to dispose of a jedi's remains #// as for how to dispatch the man #// he sticks with the classics #// just you wait until he finds his shotguns #kilt's writing #kilt's headcanons #bucket's clone headcanons #bucket's writing

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whenwilll1beperfect · 2 years

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How To Enjoy Tea (And Why You Should Try To)

Okay first of all why: it fills you up. Holy fuck does the warmth fill you up. I haven't wanted to eat solid food since I started drinking tea again. Also good for you in general, especially green tea for your metabolism, and it tastes better than plain water (even ice water).

Now for how. This is long but I swear it's worth it if you have no idea where to start with tea.

Variety packs are your best friend when you are first trying out tea, especially if you don't know people who drink tea that can let you try out some of their flavors. Celestial seasonings is my favorite tea brand, and they have a lot of variety packs, but so do other brands. Think about what flavors you like to eat or drink. I like fruit a lot so of course I got their fruit variety pack. Pick out what sounds most appealing to you first, but even if you don't like it, DON'T GIVE UP, try other flavors. I promise you, you will find at least one tea that you like, even if it isn't in that variety pack. Also I try to avoid teas that say "stress relief" but mention nothing about the flavor. I don't usually believe that it will relieve my stress while I'm standing in the grocery store having done no research on whether that tea will in fact relieve my stress or not, and because of their crappy marketing I now also have no idea what it will taste like. Pick out a tea that at least attempts to tell you what it tastes like.

The first time you brew a cup of tea, follow the directions on the package to the best of your ability. You can play with amount of water, temperature, steeping time, etc. later, but it's important to taste the tea when it's made exactly how you're supposed to make it so that you know whether you like it or not. You might not have a tea kettle that gets it to an exact temp, that's okay, usually it mentions boiling or almost boiling or something like that along with the ideal temperature, so even if you don't know exactly what temp the water is you can try to go off of that. Also think about whether you would like it better it if the taste was stronger, you can always add another tea bag or reduce the amount of water next time. It's not always better to steep it for longer, tea bags release tannins which make it taste a little more bitter if it's in for too long. Depending on how the tea is made it might have more or less tannins, so just be careful. At the same time, too many times to count I have thrown one tea bag in a 24oz travel mug and left it in there until I was done with the tea. It depends on the tea and on your taste buds, but I've never had a problem with it, I just want you to be careful and not blame the tea if it's too bitter but you steeped it for an hour.

STEVIA. I love putting stevia in my tea. Stevia will not break your fast, it's super sweet, it's more potent than sugar, it's awesome. I think it enhances the flavor of the tea, but even if it doesn't enhance the flavor for you, it will make it sweeter. BUT the first time you try a certain tea, try it without any extras first, you might not need sweeteners for this tea.

Remember that you might not like certain kinds of tea plain (I hate plain green tea), but a lot of companies combine other flavors with it. Again, celestial seasonings for the win. Candy cane lane is green tea but it tastes more minty and I don't even like mint that much but I think it's really good. Boom. Tazo green ginger tea? Didn't think I would like it but damn it's actually good. Both green teas that actually taste good. Another reason I like celestial seasonings is because candy cane lane is a holiday flavor but I can buy it at the same price at the end of August as in December, and on amazon no less.

Here are my favorite teas:

Celestial seasonings raspberry zinger, white chocolate peppermint, candy cane lane, vitamin c shine (with some stevia thrown in there it literally tastes like heated up fruit juice it's so good). Yogi detox tea (don't know that I believe that it helps detox anything but it's a yummy spicy tea).

Don't get too hung up on which teas will be healthiest for you, obviously if you find a green tea or an oolong tea that you like, go for it, but tea in general is incredibly healthy. Plus, I'm guessing if you’re on edblr you don't care too much about your health, just increasing your metabolism or suppressing your appetite. Not all teas will increase your metabolism but warm liquid will certainly curb your appetite.

Please lmk if you have any questions and I will be happy to answer them or tell you that I have no idea lol.

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postwarlevi · 2 months

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I have a few questions about Jean.

What is his favourite meal?

What is his favourite junk food?

What is his favourite snack?

What is his favourite hot drink?

What is his favourite cold drink?

What is his favourite chocolate/candy?

What is his favourite sweet pie?

What is his favourite thing about you?

What is his favourite memory of you in your ship?

Hope this isn't too much!

Jelly! Oh oh okay here we go :)

What is his favourite meal?

If someone else is making it (since it can be lots of work LOL) he quite likes butternut squash soup that include carrots and apples and is topped with pumpkin seeds. He'll eat it warm during winter and cold during summer!

What is his favourite junk food?

Is pasta a junk food? Okay so yeah he eats healthy but he does love his carbs and I think pasta is his favorite! Just a plate of spaghetti and red sauce with lots of cheese.

What is his favourite snack?

Buttered popcorn! He only has it once a week maybe cause he can eat a lot. He likes to make it on the stove and pour melted butter over it in a big bowl.

What is his favourite hot drink?

Spiced vanilla black tea with a splash of almond milk. He likes to have it midmorning.

What is his favourite cold drink?

He really enjoys ice cold water. If he's splurging, a glass of strawberry lemonade will satisfy his taste buds.

What is his favourite chocolate/candy?

He likes Carmello bars, milk chocolate filled with caramel! Besides chocolate he likes Skittles, classic or sour. Lime is his favorite.

What is his favourite sweet pie?

Ginger lemon strawberry pie with a pecan crust. There's some brown sugar and cinnamon in there as well and topped with whipped cream and pecan pieces.

What is his favourite thing about you?

The way you, or well, I match his sarcasm and humor in a positive way that doesn't annoy him (Eren, Connie). You know when to challenge him but also when not to, if maybe he's having a hard day. He loves how in tune you are to him especially when he doesn't directly know how to say things.

What is his favourite memory of you in your ship?

(Am I cheating here?) Not specific, being in the kitchen together. Making breakfast, dinner, baking, etc.

Specifically, adopting our yellow lab, Murphy, who is basically our first child. Jean had been wanting a dog and I quietly started looking and found 6 month old Murphy at a shelter and told Jean today was the day. His face lit up and we were in the car to go pick him up before we could even get the house ready.

Otherwise, a date we had a few months into the relationship. Things had been kept pretty casual and we were going to a nice dinner and that was one of the first times he saw me in a pretty dress. I usually wore jeans and a shirt or maybe a simple day dress, but that night I put in extra effort and after all of our conversations about comfort being key, and here I am with my hair done and an evening dress and shoes and a maaaaybe a touch of makeup, he almost fell to the floor. It wasn't just my look (which he commented on was beautiful) but the fact I would do things or try things that I didn't mind doing but just normally didn't, knowing it would make him happy. It was a great evening that ended it going home to change into pajamas and staying up late playing video games!

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