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Bread in the oven
Joseph Quinn x reader
Summary: you feed them, you love them, and watch them grow...just ignore the eating part
A/n: @ghostinthebackofyourheadd you know I just had to...got a bit carried away as well. so enjoy your second early Christmas present from me haha. fluff
Countertop covered with flour you begin kneading the dough while humming to the music playing from your phone beside you. Fully emerged in your own meditative state, enjoying the peace and carefree feeling the whole baking process is bringing you. Just feeling the individual ingredients melting together in between your fingers and creating a whole new product, creating your own magic. You discovered baking as your little haven of peace a few years ago and since then regularly find yourself trying new recipes or just baking your comfort food all over again, for the benefit of your boyfriend and colleagues who all too often got a taste of it.
Arms embracing you from behind startled you, not noticing when your boyfriend came home. Turning your head a bit and giving him a little kiss, holding up your flour-covered hands to signal him that this is all he's gonna get at the moment.
"any special occasion or did you just feel like baking bread again?" Joe mumbled into your shoulder as he watched your hands work.
"I promised my colleagues a bread breakfast tomorrow and I kinda forgot about it so now it turned into a little late-night baking session"
You formed the dough into the right form to put it in the oven, watching it rise up. There's something so rewarding when creating something yourself and enjoying it afterward.
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You're anxiously nibbling on your fingernails while your other hand is holding the phone to your ear, hoping to still catch Joe when he's home. After a few more seconds he finally answered
"babe..." you whined
"no worries I'm already on my way" he interrupts you with a chuckle "wouldn't be the first time that I'm driving with a loaf of bread in my back seat"
You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, some people would forget their keys or wallet but no...not you, you forget your bread and your boyfriend has to bring it to your workplace because you couldn't handle disappointing your colleagues after you promised them breakfast like now. The first time this happened you were so embarrassed, of course, it has to happen in the early stages of your relationship, showing him what he got himself into and giving him a chance to run but instead, he came running into your little office like it's a life-death situation with your precious loaf of bread in his arms, wrapped up in a kitchen towel, cradling it like a baby.
Just the sight of him supporting instead of ridiculing your passion for your hobby was the moment you really fell in love with Joe. Him showing interest in what you are doing and wanting to try it himself, surprising you with his first self-made garlic bread when you came home one day, or helping you feed the sourdough starters stacked up in the fridge, even if he didn't have much of a choice the first time
"Could you feed Eddie today, I was so rushed this morning and totally forgot him"
"who?"
" Joe! How can you forget the name of one of our babies? I mean the jar of sourdough in our fridge of course, Eddie has the green sticker "
"I...Why do you have to call him Eddie, I can't take him seriously now"
" it's not your Eddie, I named him after Eddie Redmayne"
He lets out a fake shocked gasp on the other line but you could hear him opening the door of the fridge anyway and you talked him through the process of how to "feed" the dough.
After that he makes it to his daily routine to look after it, giving you a side eye every time and muttering "well someone has to keep Eddie alive"
It was one of these days when you watch Joe feed dough-Eddie, as you nervously wrung your Fingers together, feeling still a bit lightheaded.
"We have a new family member"
"what's its name this time"
"Joe Jr., Well for now"
"Why, you don't like the name?" Joe mockingly asked but still hadn't taken his eyes from his task so he couldn't see your growing smile
"I do but maybe it won't suit them, we will have to see in a few months"
"gotta make more room in the fridge then.."
"it's not gonna be in the fridge"
Finally turning his head to you, mouth already opening to ask another question but his eyes trailed down to your hands where you're holding three pregnancy tests, all positive
"We have another bread in the oven Joe"
(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)
#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn blurb#joe quinn fluff#joseph quinn fanfiction#joe quinn fanfic#ITS BREAD
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Could you write something about Joe x reader making a bet of what their child’s first words will be? Maybe have it where they say “dada” and Joe gets all excited and does a victory lap around the house with their kid in his arms 😩
Stop it, dad!Joe has a special place in my heart 😳 But I'm going to write the damn blurb anyway.
I couldn't come up with a name for baby, so please call him whatever you wish.
Thanks for requesting again @daleyeahson 🥰
Your usual 6am routine consisted of being woken up suddenly by the baby monitor, not always that your 10-month-old son was crying for either of you, but quite simply because he was making loud noises directly into it so get your attention.
Joe went on his morning run whilst you got up and tackled the diaper change, got his bottle of milk ready and laid him down on his play mat next to you so he could entertain himself for 5 minutes, his big brown eyes that he'd inherited from his sweet daddy sparkled as he gazed amongst the dangling stuffed animals above him. When Joe returned, there was never short of nothing but a smile on his face seeing the two loves of his life bonding together.
"Look Y/B/N, daddy's home." Joe came stealthily came jogging over to his son, straight down onto his knees and lifting him up in the air earning the cutest smile back and slowly bringing him down to give him a kiss. "Hello, my beautiful boy."
You all settled on the sofa, taking Y/B/N back into your arms to give him his morning bottle. "What do you think his first word will be?" you questioned, it's something you'd brought up a lot but you both clearly weren't sure of answer.
"Maybe dad." Joe winked, giving you a cheeky smile back. "How charming." You replied.
"Well, the way I see it, is you tell him who I am a lot more than I say who you are, so it makes sense doesn't it."
"Who says our son won't say mummy first." You took the bait and Joe loved how easy it was to capture you with his words.
"Bet me on it."
"I'm not betting you on our baby's first word Joseph, you fiend."
"Too chicken?"
"No, I'm not I-" you shut yourself up before you could bark at him anymore, it was just feeding him with pure pleasure watching you internally scream at the thought that he could be right.
You went to take a shower whilst Joe entertained your little one. Bouncing him a top his knee and singing the most monotone nursery rhymes which clearly made him laugh.
"Can you say daddy?" Joe shot himself a smirk.
"Da-dd-y." The soft dough eyes that mirrored each other was such a picture, instead he got nothing, but a gurgle, a humming sound and a few bubbles spit out his mouth. "I'll take that as a yes."
You came back to find your boys sprawled out on the sofa, watching mind-numbing morning tv, your son laid vertically on Joe's stomach whilst his hands wrapped around Joe's fingers. "Time for a nap?" you diminished the happy silence between the two of them.
Joe leaned a look down at Y/B/N, contently smiling at him, lifting to pick him up, taking him upstairs and putting him down into his cot, enveloping his head with his hand, stroking it soothingly. Joe switched on the baby monitor whilst you watched from the door, every single moment you witnessed between Joe and your son was magical, he was the best and proudest dad there ever was.
You reached out your hand to Joe and he happily obliged, intertwining his fingers with yours and wrapping himself around you. "I love you." Joe whispered.
"I love you." You softly replied.
About an hour later, you'd done some of the boring house chores whilst Joe made you both some breakfast. As you sat down to eat together, a little murmur came from the baby monitor. "Think he's waking up, love."
You took another forkful of your sweet pancakes keeping an ear out for when you'd need to dash upstairs to retrieve him from his bed. Taking a sip from your tea, the next thing you heard was surely your ears playing tricks on you.
"Dada." Joe's eyes shot to the monitor, his mouth falling open. Your eyes swatted between his face and the monitor also. "D-did you h-hear that?" Joe stuttered. "Da-daaa." Your son started to sob, and Joe excused himself rather rapidly, running straight upstairs. You listened to Joe greeting him. "Hello, my boy, are you awake now. Daddy's here." You heard the ruffles of him picking him up out of his cot. Your son chuckled and you pictured clearly Joe holding him close and spinning him round slowly. "Dada." You could sense the smile's forming both of their mouths.
"Oh my god, Y/N, he said it again." Joe just about squealed into the monitor. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but the excitement made you grin somewhat enthusiastically. "Y/B/N, can you say Daddy?"
"Dada." Joe yelped and you could hear the stomping footsteps of him coming downstairs suddenly and stopping at the kitchen doorway, his eyes lit up magically, tears barely clinging. "Y/N, I could cry."
"He loves you, Joey." Joe took a victory lap of the house reaching is son up in the air, swaying him back down and holding him tightly. "And I love him too, I never thought it was possible to feel more love for this kid than I already do."
"I guess you won." You sighed, folding your arms and leaning against the countertop, referring to the bet he wanted to make earlier this morning.
"We won. Look at what we made together, baby. He's perfect."
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Our World au - twst boys get jobs in our world (part 2)
Part one
They’ve been stranded for a month now, and expenses are getting a bit tight. Off to work you go, you funky little wizards!
Characters: Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia
Kalim:
* Kalims skills include: being cute, being thoughtful, and being friendly
* He may not have a lot of skills, but he’s trying his hardest and that’s what matters
* He ends up getting hired at Trader Joe’s
* He’s very excited at every task there is
* Which, there are quite a few
* Like Floyd, he needs constant stimulation and changing tasks
* Unlike Floyd, though, he’s set water on fire before so working in food service is a no
* That’s why this is such a good fit!
* He just has to stock stuff, ring people up, and be friendly
* He can do all that!
* He gets a reasonable pay for a part time job, and a discount on the food
* He spends so much time snacking at work though
* On the plus side, he can expertly tell anyone what they can pair almost anything with
* It’s broadened his horizons! And he will happily share everything with everyone at home
* He is still bad with money though so whenever someone asks for Taco Bell money he hands them like $50
Jamil:
* Jamil has a lot of work experience, and ends up doing miscellaneous tasks
* Lawncare, babysitting, dog walking, cleaning. He does it all
* Eventually, though, Kalim says he should see if he can teach dance classes or something
* Floyd overhears
* Floyd grins wickedly
* This leads to Jamil getting dragged to the gym Floyd works at and dumped into his boss’s office
* “I found someone who can teach dancing! Sea snake’s real good at it too! C’mon, show him”
* Jamil doesn’t exactly wanna piss off floyd or get him fired, and begrudgingly busts a move
* He is hired on the spot with a resigned sigh and a whole bunch of paperwork
* He surprisingly loves it though
* He’s always loved dancing, and now he gets to get paid for it? And he can keep a constant schedule?
* He gets paid pretty well, and some life seems to shine through him when he’s at home. He genuinely looks happy for once in a long while
* Kalim brings him snacks when he can
* And Floyd attends Jamil’s class every once in a while, so Jamil gets to watch in amusement as a fish out of water flops around
Vil:
* Here he is, in a shopping mall, working a minimum wage job at sephora.
* And here’s the thing. He’s like, really good at it
* Like, really really good at it
* His passion for making people look their best and his in depth knowledge of makeup means this is a perfect fit for him
* If it weren’t for the fact that during the week, this is so completely, utterly, annoyingly boring.
* Not to mention, he isn’t even earning enough to buy half the shit he sells
* How is he supposed to make sure every product is up to snuff?
* Regardless, whenever he works, every customer walks away with an insane amount of products and a shine in their eyes
* I mean, except the ones who find him insulting and walk away
* He’s bored, though. There’s no films, homework, music, nothing to study.
* So he starts teaching vocal lessons around the neighborhood.
* Vocal lessons turn into a part time job at the music store
* Now he has two jobs, twice the pay, and he doesn’t have to be around the 15 people at your place.
* He spends his money on shit specifically for work. Nicer outfits, soaps, makeup, instruments, etc.
* Workin boy get that dough.
Rook
* Here’s a fun fact, hunting skills don’t just go away when magic is removed
* Here’s another fun fact, newspapers still exist!
* It takes a while for rook to find a job that really fits with him
* See, he can be helpful. Sometimes he can even act normal
* But he’s a hunter, and isn’t gonna stop just because of some silly reason like he’s in a different world and stalking is illegal
* No, of course not!
* But he has a way with words, doesn’t he? And he’s got all the skills to sniff out a good story
* So after several doesn’t failed attempts at a job (including fast food, office work, private training, etc.) he eventually becomes a reporter for the local newspaper!
* Sure, nobody buys newspapers anymore, but online journalism is strong and well!
* And depending on where you live, buzzfeed might be nearby
* He makes little to no money but at least you don’t have the French in your house 24/7
* Also rook starts smoking oui’d once he makes some money and suddenly he’s a lot less terrifying when he’s digging through your cabinets for Doritos.
Idia
* The chances of Idia getting a job seem slim to none
* I mean, he doesn’t want to leave his room at home, why would he here?
* And without his brother?
* Surprisingly, Idia is a lot more social here than in twisted wonderland
* He’s feeling a lot better, and he doesn’t have anywhere to hide. Nobody knows who he is, he doesn’t have flaming hair anymore, and-
* And there’s so much anime to watch, and so many new games to play!
* But he knows that he needs money. He doesn’t have any funds here
* After some encouragement from his new roommates, he goes for a walk around town, and guess what he finds
* A nerd store
* Depending on where you live, maybe it’s a comic shop, or a board game store, or a GameStop, but whatever it is, you’re never removing him from it.
* You swear that his eyes have sparkles in them when he comes back from his walk and announces he got a job
* Yes, like that. Literally spent Three hours in the store and he’s on the payroll.
* I don’t think anyones seen him happier.
* And as for his brother,
* Well, when Idia saves up enough money, he buys himself a laptop
* He ends up making a copy of Ortho, although he’s a little more stilted than the robot we know and love, and downloads him on his phone, so he can take him everywhere and show him everything
* He says once they’re back to their world, he’ll upload everything to Ortho’s database, so he can experience everything too
Malleus
* What’s a 200+ year old fae Prince to do in a new world
* He’s not great with technology, he has no fortune to rely on, and his skills are…questionable, at best
* But there’s a little secret almost every town has
* Your town - yes, you, reader- your town has a historical museum
* Most of the time we never think about these places. They’re old and usually smell a little and we go there once as a field trip or something and never again, right?
* Not malleus!
* No, no, he finds your local museum and immediately is enthralled
* There’s so much history about your town! Why did you never tell him about this?
* The first time he goes inside he spends hours pouring over all the information, soaking it up like a sponge
* He goes so far as to start asking questions from the curator, to which they reply “You might as well work here,” in a joking tone
* But malleus doesn’t take it as a joke
* No, he starts working here unofficially at first, taking people through a tour of the museum and sprinkling in some history that isn’t even available in the museum
* And eventually the curator(s) just add him to the payroll
* Why?
* There’s a sudden influx of people attending the museum, mostly teenagers, mostly girls, who are all coming to see this one of a king gothic beauty talk about the architecture of the ceiling of this particular room.
* And the museum is making BANK
* so malleus accidentally gets a job. He shows up to work even when he’s not scheduled because he loves it so much.
Lilia
* So we all agree Lillia shouldn’t cook, right?
* Lillia doesn’t agree
* Luckily he works at a cafe so there’s not a lot of food
* He…he can be trusted to make some coffee, right?
* Well….kinda.
* He’s trusted to make iced coffees
* At Dunkin’ Donuts
* He’s mostly doing cleaning
* After a few weeks of this he finally takes a cooking class nearby
* Holy shit does it change his life when they start explaining healthy meals
* See, back in twisted wonderland, he wouldn’t have listened
* He has magic
* And is old
* But here?
* He has no choice because they won’t let him make hash browns or anything
* He set the oil on fire
* Anyway, after that his cooking improves slightly and they allow him to make orders
* Someone has to threaten to fire him to get him to stop adding weird shit though.
#twst our world au#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#idia shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#headcanons
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Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket
Lava
Orbeez
Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)
Doll shoes
Dirt
Pen caps
Mercury
Watermelon tourmaline
Comet/scouring powder
Moss
Paper towels
Play-Doh
Drywall
Marbles
CD
DVD
Dice
Kinetic Sand
Coins
Fiberglass insulation
3DS Stylus
Plastic Bottle Cap
Chapstick
Babybell Cheese Wax
Paper
Bouncy ball
Human meat
Venus (planet)
Cascade dishwasher pods
Acrylic Paint
Magnets
Molten glass
Pens
Sea glass
Silica gel packet
Leaves
Cocoa butter lotion
Antifreeze
Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things
Sand
Tumbled amethyst
Rubber Ducks
The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo
Polly pocket clothes
Poison Dart Frog
Snow
0.1 uF Film Capacitor
The sun
Metal
Eraser
Tide pods
Phone charger wire
Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)
Liquid nitrogen
Aquarium gravel
the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images
Origami star
Styrofoam cup
Sticky note
Collar of shirt
This submission form
Plastic straws
Glow sticks
Oil paintings
Candle wax
Glass
Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution
Silicone wristbands
Seatbelt
The wax paper under your Poutine
Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)
Asbestos
Candy wrapper
“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”
“Those stupid wooden spoons”
Furbies
Scotch tape
Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)
phone
THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES
Crystals
Fire
The goo inside Stretch Armstrong
Headphone wire
Raw steak
Art
Small colorful rubber bands
Tinfoil
Pencil lead
Cattails (the plant)
Foamy soap
Liquid soap
Bar soap
Flourite
Shiny rocks
Grass
A hunk of random fish swimming by
A live goldfish
Toothpaste
Styrofoam
Price Tag Fasteners
The moon
Pool noodles
Smol frog
Destroying angel mushroom
the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa
Popsicle sticks
Cardboard
My hat
The tiny rocks in school playgrounds
Gasoline
Blue laundry detergent
Spray foam insulation
Battery corrosion
Fiber optic cables
Packing peanuts
Your mother
Pond water
Dry ice
Alkali metals
Chocolate shampoo
Ping pong ball
Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want
Hoodie drawstrings
Horse treats
Chalk
Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice
Ink
Floam
Fabric Paint
Oil paint
that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall
the hotdog somebody encased in resin
“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”
One of those little hamsters
Model magic
Battery Acid (the drink)
manchineel apple
Rubber band ball
The lava lamp liquid
Blood
Rosin
Wax apples
That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?
Soap bubble
Lush cosmetics' products
Plushies
Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair
Wood
Glue
Salt lamp
People who think children are not worth their consideration
Tarmac
Shampoo
Pennies
Poisonous berries
Chunky soft yarn
Crayons
Rock
“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”
Snow globe liquid
Chisel tip whiteboard marker
Raw dough
Raw fuckin cactus. alive
Grape agate
Car seat
Succulents
Keys
Lock pick
Scrub daddy
Molten sugar
Allergens
Lightning bolts
“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”
Clear deodorant
Apple earbud wires
Eggshells
Squinkies
Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper
Preshredded mozzarella cheese
Scrap metal
Rose
All of the rocks at a crystal shop
Origami polyhedron model
Bubbles mixture
Cupcake liners
Hair gel
Curtain rods
Incense sticks
Incense cones
Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil
Windshield wiper fluid
Plastic pencil grips
Wooden ice cream spoon
Book
Tree
The liquid in levels
Vanilla extract
Aroace flag
Coil incense
California state testing “next question” button
Spackle
Forbidden coal iron french fries
Garage doors that look like chocolate bars
Plastic takeout box
Velvet
Weird anime girl hair
Freezable gel ice pack
Clouds
Necklace chains
Nail polish
Pencil Shavings
Pool floats
Bao Dumpling
Spray deodorant
0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor
Vanillish (Pokémon)
Fondant
Really fancy pillars
Computers
Favorite song
Tumblr
“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”
“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”
Wooden fan blades
Balsa wood sticks
Those blankets that look like tortillas
Microwave
Milk and golden honey softsoap
Batteries
1x2 lego pieces
Light bulbs
Slightly melted lounge chair
Cork (the material)
Pineapple coke
Fingernails
Sparkly lipgloss
Race Car Tire Marble
Gold trophies
Konjac sponge
Shirt
Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife
Malachite
Heater
Glasses Temples
Typewriter keys
EVA foam
Airplane
Sword
Crumbs in the couch
Children
My wife's arm/shoulder
Records
Yellow ACE bandages
Neon Signs
Scented candles
#Im pretty sure i included everything that was submitted#eating the inedible#not a poll#sorry this is a bit chunky#masterlist of inedibles
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Samoa Joe, more like Samoa Dough! You're so fat, I bet you can't even see your penis, which is also very small. My penis, however, is big and I have a lot of sex... Uhm, get away from me, loser, you smell like a fat man. Are you late to the ring because you were sucking food out of the dumpster? You know what also sucks? Your TNA career.
I'm their scumbag. Friendship is magic. I love AEW.
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*cracks knuckles*
Alright, get READY FOR CHARACTER DETAILS!! (<- is Not Normal about character creation). For the record, this is not all the characters, just the ones I've fleshed out enough that I'm happy with
Void Starling/Voidling Cookie (Etho)
Name reasoning: Starling for a general space then + birb, Void to set them apart from Stardust, and Voidling as a fun little nickname because they have a long name
Pronouns: they/them + any space neos!
Theme song: King of the World - Young Rising Sons
Extra details:
- has ADHD and BPD
- finds a special winter area in the Kingdom extra calming, and will sit for hours at night in the snow
- created by the Celestial Tree guardians by accident out of Stardust's dough, and therefore is siblings with Stardust!
- technically siblings with Moonlight cookie as well, but hasn't met her yet
Parrot Ice Cream Cookie (Grian)
Name reasoning: I know of an ice cream flavor that looks like the pastel version of common Grian parrot hybrid color headcanon so. Also bc waffle hair
Pronouns: he/they
Theme song: Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons
Extra details:
- he has literal waffle hair, like the ice cream cone
- ADHD
- after being killed at a young age, they were brought back to like by Eye Cookie and turned into a Watcher
- actually got fully brainwashed post-game, and while he was able to be freed, feels really guilty about that
Red Angel Cookie (Skizz)
Name reasoning: Call back to his long time spent as red dring 3L, and the common angel headcanon!
Pronouns: he/him
Theme song: Die for You - Starset (alternatively Angel With a Shotgun fits perfect as well)
Extra details:
- Used to be close friends with Firebird and Yellow Demon, but ya know. death games where they were on opposite sides. They're currently on speaking terms, but things aren't the same any more.
- former guardian angel, but lost the rank after letting his charge die by accident
- probably the only reason Voidling hasn't died yet
- knows how to use most weapons!
- partners with Voidling! he knew they wanted to ask him out well before they actually did ask him out
Choco Wolf Cookie (Ren)
Name reasoning: Look at Ren and tell me he isn't chocolate flavored
Pronouns: he/him mostly!
Theme song: Born for This - The Score
Extra details:
- Some flavor of neurodivergent
- was the prince of a kingdom before running away after it was taken over!
- In a poly relationship with both Lost Apple and Shattered Soul Crystal! Also in a qpr with those two + Voidling and Red Angel! (the qpr is between all members I'm just mentioning it here)
Lost Apple Cookie (Martyn)
Name reasoning: It is all the vibes tbh
Pronouns: he/ey (ey/em)
Theme song: Hallelujah (I'm not Dead) - Citizen Soldier
Extra details:
- autistic
- Used to be know as Apple Angel Cookie, but after watching his village get attacked, changed it to avoid being found
- he's aromantic!
- Despite the 'angel' part of his name, he was never a guardian angel and has never interacted with them
Shattered Soul Crystal Cookie (BigB)
Name reasoning: I'm giving a bunch of the characters trauma specifically related to being valued but torn apart at the same time. Also the general shape of his wings!
Pronouns: he/it
Theme song: Brother - Kodaline
Extra details:
- used to be the 'savor' of a village, but was treated horribly so it ran away
- Doesn't really know how to interact with cookies
- due to the way his magic works, using too much can cause it to need to basically sleep for weeks. This rarely happens, but when it does he feels awful
- used to be really close to exactly one cookie in his old village, before they were killed for 'daring to touch the prized'. This was the main reason he snapped
Moss Phantom Cookie (Bdubs)
Name reasoning: Moss coat + semi common phantom headcanon!
Pronouns: he/it/xe
Theme song: Dial Drunk - Noah Kahan
Extra details:
- Would vibe to Cotton Eye Joe unironically
- ended up having the friend version of a break up with Doc, was not dealing with it good
- has a joke-crush on Void Starling. It's played up for laughs and is more like a squish then a crush
- Short
- Is actually a demon possessing a pile of moss
Frost Flower Cookie (Scott)
Name reasoning: Ties in both empires seasons, as well as 3L!
Pronouns: he/xe
Theme song: Atlantis - Seafret (in a non-literal sense)
Extra details:
- former name was Blueberry Syrup Cookie! Xe changed it after getting taken by the Watchers and realizing that hey, he didn't have to be like his parents anymore.
- While he and Canary broke up, they're still on good terms! They just didn't feel right about continuing their relationship post-game.
- is pretty close to Dark Syrup after that whole deal!
Canary Cookie (Jimmy)
Name reasoning: I feel like this one explains itself. Canary curse and all
Pronouns: he/they/it
Theme song: Running Up that Hill - Kate Bush
Extra details:
- brother to Lost Apple! They got separated at a young age and didn't recognize each other until after the game
- adoptive siblings with Blue Axolotl Cookie (Lizzie)
- in a qpr with Firebird!
- actually almost joined Cakewarts, but didn't fully trust Choco Wolf
Dark Syrup Cookie (Xornoth)
Name reasoning: 'Dark' is commonly used in crk to show characters who are aligned with evil, 'syrup' is from the fact that maybe the corruption is more of a syrupy thing in this AU?
Pronouns: they/it
Theme song: Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez
Extra details:
- Not evil anymore! Dark Stag Cookie (Exor) just sucks! STOP MANIPULATING CHILDREN
- actually really sweet when not corrupted! Also loves its brother very much!!!!
- still has control over the corruption, loves to mess with cookies by growing random vines or stuff
Charred Angel Cookie (Helsknight)
Name reasoning: Well I've always headcanoned Hels as an angel, and the 'charred' bit reflects how they got stuck in an oven and got a bit burnt up
Pronouns: they/it/hell/flare
Theme song: Feel Better - Penelope Scott
Extra details:
- still siblings with Wels, they just don't really bother to try and connect with hells brother
- Autistic and has BPD
- Used to be a guardian angel, but was never allowed to actually guard anything, leading to flare losing the ability to feel positive emotions for a while
Moon Moth Cookie (Pearl)
Name reasoning:
Pronouns: she/her
Theme song: The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives
Extra details:
- hunts demons and dragons! Probably met Tart Tartan Cookie at some point because of this!
I'm cutting it off here because I don't wanna lit character limit again-
CHARACTERS!!!!! i love this so much!!!
the names are super cool!!!! still dont get bigbs kinda but i absolutely see the vision and am with you (speaking of, do you know ye olden days bigb lore? do you have any ideas who this old village friend may have been?)
ough,,,,,, love them. love them sm. theyre the little guys.
#asks from surface waters#indigo asks#3rd life crk au#i think thats my tag for it#also sorry i cant give more direct commentary#ive been wanting to but my thing is breaking and it fucks up asks once i go to answer them so i cant exactly see what the ask says :(((
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For the first time since I started parenting, I started wrapping gifts before Christmas Eve. It’s a magical feeling knowing I won’t be up until 2am this year. Or, at least, I won’t be up for that reason. Felix has already woken up screaming once tonight because he was sweaty. I sweetly (just kidding, I was annoyed) suggested he remove one of his 6 blankets that I told him less than an hour ago would make him too hot. Yes, it’s freezing outside, but our heat is thankfully functioning and he is one of the sweatiest sleepers I know, so his insistence is simply not based in logic. It will surprise no one that we had a parent visit recently and he’s totally dysregulated. It was supposed to be a week ago, but of course DCFS rescheduled it to Dec 23. Just in time to make Christmas as hard as possible.
We got a couple of Christmassy things done today. The kids tossed sprinkles on some pre-made dough, so Santa is all set. And then we spent 2 hours hunting for a ham. It was missing from our pickup order this AM, second store was “sold out of all hams, sorry ma’am” — third store for the win! The kids were also given free Christmas balloons because the store was about to close. I thought food shopping would be absolutely miserable on Christmas Eve, but I’ve actually never seen stores emptier. Minus the fact that they were sold out of essentially anything Christmas themed (Trader Joes had NO holiday cookies left?!) I would actually recommend it. I even grabbed a Starbucks drink at store #3 and there was no line. I do feel badly that people were working on Christmas Eve, but luckily all the stores were closing hours early to give employees time off. The biggest struggle right now is the weather. It felt like minus four when we were headed home.
Anyway, off to wrap the last couple gifts and try to find a missing stocking. For those who celebrate: happy holidays!
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Whumptober 2022 - Day 11
“911, what’s your emergency?” - Makeshift splint
“It’s for you,” Nile said when she came into the kitchen, the phone in her hand. Nicky looked up when she held it out for him, then looked at his hands and frowned. He was just making pizza dough and his hands were dirty.
“I… who is it?” he asked.
“It’s Copley,” she said, still holding the phone.
“Is it important?” Nicky wanted to know.
Nile put the phone back to her ear.
“Is it important?” she asked while Nicky watched her. First her brows hit her hairline then she looked up, moved the phone and put whoever was on the other end on speakerphone.
“... hurts and I don’t know who else to call at the moment,” James Copley just said.
“What happened?” Nicky asked because he couldn’t hear the first part of his sentence. Copley was quiet for a moment.
“It’s a medical emergency,” he said. “I know you’re a doctor, Nicky, and I need your help, please.”
Nicky looked at his almost done dough, sighed and turned around to the sink to wash his hands.
“I’m on my way,” he said. “Could you please…” he gestured at the half done dough and looked at Nile.
“Sure,” she said after quitting the call. “He’s in his house, he had said.”
“All right,” Nicky sighed again. He hated to throw away food but if he left now the dough would be ruined. But if it was a medical emergency he had to go.
Joe was with Andy in the garden, sparring.
“I’ll tell them where you are,” Nile said when he looked in their direction. Nicky smiled thankfully at her, wiped his hands dry and grabbed the car keys.
It took him twenty-five minutes to Copley’s house and when he arrived he parked in front of the door, found it unlocked and went in.
“Copley?” he called. “James?”
“I’m here,” he could hear the man call from upstairs. He found him in his bedroom.
Nicky had expected many things, but not that. Copley lay in his bed, covered up to his chin and looked… guilty?
“What happened? Nicky asked when he entered the bedroom. He looked around curiously.
“It’s..” Copley said and licked his lips, “... awkward.”
“I’m a doctor,” Nicky said. “You can tell me. Doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“All right,” Copley said and removed his blanket. Nicky looked, blinked, then raised a brow and looked up.
“Okay,” he said. “How…”
On the left and the right side of Copley’s knees were white pickets, wrapped tightly with crime scene tape.
“I went for a jog and…” he scratched the back of his neck. “There was this woman walking her dog and she was pretty and… and for a moment… I didn’t see the leash.”
“And why didn’t you call the ambulance?” Nicky asked.
“She… she asked me if I was okay and I said yes and then… she gave me her number and… I have a date tomorrow and…”
“And what do you expect me to do now? I can’t magically heal your leg,” Nicky said while sitting down on the bed, carefully starting to remove the tape.
“I have a date,” Copley said. “I haven’t had a date in years and…”
Nicky sighed.
“What I can do is to make a better splint and to give you some crutches,” he said. “I’m a doctor, not a magician.”
“Crutches? Nicky, I have a date! With a woman!” Copley blurted and Nicky shrugged apologetically.
“You decide,” he grinned. “My splint or emergency room.”
“Fine,” Copley grumbled. “Do it already.”
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Verses For Nicky that I Forgot to Add To My Carrd
(a.k.a. my To-Do List)
Love is All You Knead | Baker AU
(Written within @createshope’s “The Cooling Rack” Universe)
Nicolò is new to the city. He’s new to alot of things, really... freshly released from a failed stint in Seminary, from the confines of a small, conservative town in Northern Italy, from the memory of his family’s disapproval in the wake of his Nonna’s death. The only thing he feels confident of anymore is dough beneath his hands and the nourishment (to the stomach, to the soul) of baking. So when he comes to The Cooling Rack with a selection of work and the hope for a job, he is lucky to find Clary so receptive. He takes up managing part of the breads and pastries selection, putting his Nonna’s recipes to good use, learning what he doesn’t already know. It is a good start, when you’re starting over...
Magia Familiare | Witch Familiar AU
Modern Magical Universe heavily influenced by thevorpalsword’s series, Threads of Memory. Definitely worth a read! Closed ship with @leschanceux’s Joe Al-Kaysani.
In a world where Magic is a common element that manifests within people, there exists a far rarer phenomenon known as a Familiar. These people -- capable of transforming between an animal form and a human form -- possess a magic that enhances and focuses the magic of those they bond with. As such they are highly sought after by those wishing to increase their personal power, to the point that most Familiar families are kept separate from regular society, operating like royalty and making bond-matches based in political and social power structures. Nicky is born of a long lineage of Familiars, and much of his younger years were spent locked away, being taught only that which his elders wanted him to know about the world. By his twenties, he was actively resisting his family’s machinations for his future, their attempts to secure him a lucrative marriage contract and bond to a witch of their choosing. He managed to escape the influence by leaving home with nothing more than the meager possessions in his satchel.
Since then, Nicolò has been living rough, working odd jobs to supplement his need for constant movement around Europe. Because the DiGenovas are a family of historical renown, a name that is too well known in magical circles, and people still want to use Nicky’s Familiar abilities for their own personal gain. He meets Andy in Greece, where she rescues him from becoming a victim of trafficking, and with her help he manages to relocate to London and start anew under an assumed name.
And then he meets Joe, a beautiful and kind witch with magical that reaches out to Nicky like threads of pure sunshine, weaving trinkets imbued with feelings of well-being and somehow so unaware of his unique perfection. Joe, who wants nothing from him, who doesn’t even know who he is, but still extends every kindness and unearned empathy to him. How can Nico help but fall in love?
And The Spies Came Out of The Water | Secret Agent AU
Pretty much what it says on the tin. Nicolò is working as a freelance agent that contracts himself to a multitude of European governments. His primary skillset is as a sniper and intelligence gatherer, but he is also very good at infiltration and close quarters combat, if the need arises. Though he has participated in some morally questionable missions in the past, Nico maintains a personal sense of justice that often influences what jobs he does or doesn’t take. His list of enemies is growing, but... well. An Agent is not expected to live to see retirement, and Nicolò has never had a reason to think of an extraction plan. At least, not until he meets Joe.
I Left a Note on our Bathroom Mirror | Paranormal Medium AU
(General ‘Nicky Sees Dead People’ Verse, featuring a closed ship with @leschanceux‘s Ghost!Joe)
Nicolò has known there is something different about him from a young age. It’s in how he stayed quiet as a child, especially in Churches. In how he listened so attentively when his Nonna would tell him stories of a forgotten time, using voices she shouldn’t even know. How he kept listening to her, to the voices, even after Nonna died. There is something inside Nico that reaches out, and whatever lies beyond the veil reaches back.
So he became a Medium. Or... a Paranormal Investigator, which was somehow the more “legitimate” option in such a field of work. Sometimes it is simply easier to claim a machine has picked up the very information that Nicky’s own senses already know on instinct, especially when people -- customers -- don’t really understand his... craft. They want the theater of the Paranormal, rather than the reality. And that’s fine, it pays his bills.
Eventually, Nicolò learns of an apartment with a particularly noisome Poltergeist. A spirit known primarily as “Joe” has driven out the last 18 potential tenants of the place, and only the fact that it is a stunningly gorgeous apartment in a prime location of Amsterdam has kept the building landlord from giving up on renting it entirely. Intrigued, Nico offers his services in exchange for a reduced lease, the moves in. And so begins the Not-Quite-Harmonious cohabitation of a Medium and a Ghost, both of which just might be catching feelings, the more they learn about one another.
#Fandom: The Old Guard#c: Nicolo Di Genova#Nicky: headcanon#Nicky: verses#Nicky :: verse :: I Left a Note on Our Bathroom Mirror#Nicky :: verse :: And the Spies Came Out of the Water#Nicky :: verse :: Magia Familiare#Nicky :: verse :: Love is All You Knead#exclusive: leschanceux (Joe)#exclusive: createshope (Clary)#q#hc
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Hermittober Day 6: Bread
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For his whole life, Joe has loved bread.
It’s just such a convenient food, y’know? It can be big or small, soft or hard, a bland palette for jams and butters and sauces or the perfect standalone snack. It’s like a magic food! Even how you make it seems like magic…
“…as the simple inclusion of yeast and sugar in an otherwise simple dough transforms it into a pillowy, airy delight within hours! You get it, right, Beef?”
“Uh-huh. Look, admin, I really need to close up. Tomorrow’s ale ain’t gonna pour itself if I’m too tired to stand.”
“Oh, yes. I’ll take my leave, tavernkeep. See you in a week!”
Whistling some jaunty tune, Joe Hills, Administrator of Elsewhere, happily left Vintage Beef to his bar-wiping and chair-turning for his own home, soft shoes somehow clicking a rhythm on the cobblestone road. Despite it being rather late, there were plenty of people about: a squad of human mercenaries burst out of a different pub singing some vulgar song, pockets surely lightened by the local picks already. Joe gave them a smile as they stumbled away.
“Thanks for visiting, folks! It’s people like you who keep the economy running!”
One of the mercenaries managed a heavy-armed salute. “Yeeeaaassssir!”
As he continued down the road, Joe noticed a strange smell in the air. It was at once moldy and dry, like some long-forgotten fruit in the corner of a cellar. His curiosity peaked, the admin took up his quarterstaff from the weapon’s place on his back and channeled just enough of his odd magic to track the scent.
A thin trail, around the height of his shoulder, suddenly flashed into neon blue clarity. It wound up and down the cobbled road, sparse and scattered as if it’s producer was in a big hurry. After a few overlapping circles, it seemed to drift off into the nearby disused graveyard.
Joe muttered to himself as he slowly followed the trail. “What do we have here? A desperate, single survivor of a horrible tragedy, gone to remember those they lost? A cursed beast who hungers for the bones of the hallowed dead? Some poor sop who just happened to choose the graveyard and not the rose garden?”
As he passed half-moss covered grotesques (not a gargoyle, since they have the express purpose of diverting water) and plots without headstones, the soft sound of breathing came to Joe’s ears. It was less like his own breathing and more like that of a horse, all stuttering snorts and flapping lips. Both it and the scent trail seemed to be coming from a particularly tall tomb that depicted llamas in what was once bright colors.
Joe carefully (but not really carefully) rounded the corner of the tomb, and found the source of the smell and the noise. It was small, fluffy, blonde, and very, very stinky.
Hesitantly, he poked them with the blunt end of his staff. “Hey, hey. You alright?”
The fluffy thing’s eyes slowly blinked open, and with a yawn they shook out their wool, not fur, stretched their two hoofed legs, and smiled at Joe. “Oh, no. I am absolutely not alright. I’ve run here in a day, mate. Granted, I did use something very special without permission to do so, but I did just straight up run here. As I said before, I am not alright.”
Suddenly, a look of fear crossed the fluffy thing’s face, and they frantically felt at a whole lot of little things that were hanging from their curling horns. “Oh no, oh… did you happen to see a small mule charm around here? It seems that she’s missing.”
“Uhm… I think she’s caught on your shoulder.”
“Oh! Yes, she is. Florence, you’ve been a very cheeky little girl! And there! Dangling right where you’re supposed to be.”
The hoof-folk, having replaced the little brass animal on a thin chain attached to a horn cuff, promptly jumped to their feet and held out a hand to Joe. “Apologies for my lack of manners, mate. It’s just that these little fellows are rather near and dear to me. You are Administrator Joe Hills, right?”
“Well, if I’m not, he should convict me of falsifying my identity. And your name is?”
“Zedaph! Zedaph… yep, just Zedaph.”
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Wordsmith theoretician postulates kooky equation
Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
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PONY VOLCANO PIZZA #360
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MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!
Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4
Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...
(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)
(It’s mostly Luke)
Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.
MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.
Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.
Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?
Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.
“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”
“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”
“SIMEON!”
Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!
Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.
“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”
“MC, just stop talking.”
“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”
“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”
“Solomon...”
“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”
Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.
“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”
“Is that why you’re making a cake?”
“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”
“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”
“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”
MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.
Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.
“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.
“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.
“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.
MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”
Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.
MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.
“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”
The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”
When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.
“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”
Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...
“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.
“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”
“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”
“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.
“He’s not worth it!”
“You’re above him anyway...”
“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”
“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”
“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”
The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.
“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.
“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”
“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”
It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.
They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...
That hurt.
Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.
Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.
He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.
It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...
Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...
Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.
It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.
Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!
For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.
*insert sitcom laugh track here*
Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...
Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.
The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.
Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.
“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”
Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”
“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”
“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”
MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”
Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.
“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”
Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.
“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”
“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”
“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”
And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.
Wait...
WINGS?!
WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!
THEY BOTH HAD-
Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-
Shitballs.
Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...
“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”
(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)
#Obey me#I’m not good at writing angst... I’m so sorry#Obey me!#obey me shall we date#I’m a crack and fluff writer...#obey me! shall we date?#Obey me Headcanons#Obey me! Headcanons#Obey me Lucifer#Obey me MC#Obey me Luke#Obey me Simeon#Obey me Solomon#obey me barbatos#Lucifer’s Kid
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Fic: The Selkie’s Coat
Fandom: The Old Guard
Pairing: future Booker x Joe x Nicky
Tags: Selkie!AU, Selkie Booker, Booker Whump
A/N: For @prose-n-scripts and our conversation about a Selkie!Booker. This got out of hand so very quickly and I couldn’t wrangle it into place. I had meant to only do one story but it then became. Two versions. becauseihaveabsolutelynoselfcontrolwhatsoever 😅 Enjoy!
Tagging @thefancydragonqueen as well.
[Version Two]
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The crashing of the waves seem to shake the very foundation of the manor, rattling the walls in rhythmic succession. A King Tide, Nicolò notes idly as his hands knead the dough for tomorrow’s bread. Which could only mean one thing.
As if summoned on cue, the low, mournful sobs rise over the choir of the sea.
“Did you hear that?”
Nicolò turns to Yusuf as he hurries into the kitchen, polishing cloth still rubbing away at Lord Merrick’s silver. He nods, but does not say anything in reply because the crying rises again. A deep and yearning sound that bellies nothing but heartbreak. Nicolò thinks he can see the man who lives in the highest parts of the Manor; the way his blue eyes shine wet with longing for the sea he never takes his sight away from, how just the memory of the singular time he has ever seen him had seared the sorrow Nicolò had witnessed into his mind.
There were rumours about the man.
Rumours that he had come with the King Tide, washed up on the beach just beyond the cliffs. Gossip about how he was magic. A creature not seen for eons and Lord Merrick had coveted him, had stolen something from him and it had shackled him to this place and to this endless misery.
Nicolò tries not to pay much stock to the market place talk but it is hard to ignore them when Lord Merrick dismisses every inquiry about the crying man who is locked away in the part of the building that no one but him and his most trusted men are allowed into.
"Do you think we should help him?” Yusuf asks in a whisper. Nicolò snaps out of his daze, eyes wide as he looks around them for any stray ear that may be listening in.
“I think that if we do, we’ll be risking a lot to do so.”
Yusuf’s warm brown eyes are knowing when he regards him, already feeling the shape of the answer that reverberates unsaid between them and it makes the air in Nicolò’s lungs flee in fondness. Nothing escapes his better half.
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An opportunity occurs when Kozak, the strange medicine woman who occupies a section of the second floor with her curiosities and chemicals, takes ill around the same time Lord Merrick takes his leave for the city. Yusuf becomes tasked with delivering the man’s food and somehow, through that window of of a few days, they become friends almost. Though, Nicolò cannot help but to think, he would like to see anyone who cannot be charmed and cajoled into friendship with Yusuf.
“His name is Sebastien,” Yusuf tells him after that first eyes watering from more than the onions he was helping him peel. “He’s a selkie.”
Nicolò stays quiet, hands working steadily as he prepared the potatoes for the night’s stew, sensing that there was more to this bubbling up in Yusuf’s chest. “Nicolò, Merrick has his coat,” He sniffles, wiping at his wet cheek with an absent hand.
Everything in his heart sinks at those words. Their people are cautious, superstitious folk. Nicolò can remember the times in his childhood his mother had thrown a pinch of salt over her left shoulder so that her cooking won’t burn on the stove, the red strings tied to his front door after a funeral, the little taboos and traditions followed to ward off misfortune.
Stories of the Selkie were more than abundant. Tales of women who had their lives tied to an act of thievery but jealous and possessive men. Those who spent the rest of their lifetime craving for the one thing they can never have again - home.
“Does he know-“
“Where his coat is?” Yusuf sighs. Dropping his hands, he leans back on his stool. “No. Merrick promised that he would keep it safe. Said he would give it back whenever Sebastien asked for it. The right bastard.”
“Yusuf!”
“You’re thinking it too, Nicolò. Don’t deny it.”
Perhaps wisely, he does not answer this.
--
The temptation to see Sebastien for himself becomes too overwhelming and Nicolò sneaks up himself after the house grows quiet and everyone is asleep. Even Yusuf.
He climbs out of their bed as silent as a mouse, climbs higher up to where the locked door of the man’s room sits on the top of the building. In the cold silver light, Nicolò pauses right before he steps up to the door. Kneeling, he places the palm of his hand on the wood, willing the words to come to him.
“Hello.”
“Hello,” He tries again, barely more than a whisper. He waits, heart jumping in his throat when he hears the creaking of the floorboards as the weight of a person shifts on it.
“Hello?” A quiet, gravelly voice whispers back. Nicolò stifles the gasp that tumbles out of him.
“H-hi! Hello,” He whispers into the crack between the door and the frame. “I’m Nicolò. You know Yusuf, yes? I’m his-”
“Husband. He said you are his husband.” The voice says. A thread of amusement worms its way between the syllables and Nicolò can almost imagine the way Yusuf had introduced him to this absolute stranger.
Nicolò chuckles softly. “He would say that, I’m sure.”
“Did he tell you what I am?”
“Yeah.”
Sebastien sighs and the floorboard creaks again. “Did he tell you how Merrick caught me?”
“He said as much,” Nicolò says. “He said Merrick lied to you. That he is keeping your coat away from you.”
“That much is true. But I let him lie to me. I knew he wasn’t an honourable man but I let him lie to me. He wanted a new curiosity, you see. A new thing to flaunt and show off to his peers. And so he found me. Took my coat. Beautiful, white with flecks of grey. Hid it. And now,” Sebastien’s breath hitches. “Now, I am trapped.”
A fire flickers to life deep in his belly and Nicolò presses both his hands tightly onto the door’s surface. With no basis of how it would work but burning with a need to assure, he leans closer. “We’ll get you out of here. We promise. You won’t be trapped anymore. We’ll find you your coat.”
Sebastien doesn’t say anything for a very long time and Nicolò begins to think he may have gone back to watching the sea, when he whispers softly. “I hope you will.”
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OC scenario tag game
I was tagged by @zmlorenz for this! thank you! and then also @vellichor-virgo ❤️
rules: pick an OC and describe what they would do in the following hypothetical situations. sounds like fun! and as I kind of do often I may bend the rules and tell you about multiple OCs. because I can. but I will start with Aella, and mostly Hurricane characters but maybe with some Dragonsong.
1.) Your OC is at a jazz bar when they see a mysterious, alluring dame being pestered by a joe that just won’t let up. What do they do?
Aella walks up, asks “is this guy bothering you?” and then the second he turns around, decks him. just. BAM. (she might then end up in an ongoing scuffle but she either doesn’t mind or, more likely, didn’t think it through.)
Isi inserts herself very firmly in between the two and talks politely to the woman until the man leaves. if the man continues to pester either of them, Isi 'encourages’ him to leave. usually in a “i really really suggest you come with me” way, with some undertones of threat. last resort is violence; she’s very capable of doing it but she’d rather not.
Tempest threatens the man from nearby until he either stops and slinks away or turns his attention to her. at which point a fight probably ensues which Tempest wins.
Marisa flirts with the man and draws his attention off the girl, then slams his head down on the bar/table.
Theo is not at this bar in the first place.
Anvindr is the 'joe’ in question.
[I read a post one time of what the Avengers would do in this scenario ... and thereafter had some fun figuring out what my characters would do. hence why this is so thought out. if you wish to know about other characters feel free to ask lol]
2.) The world will be destroyed in three days. What does your OC do with their remaining time?
Aella would try and see or do some new things, especially if she’s wanted to do them for a while. she would also try and spend time with her loved ones as much as she can.
not 100% sure about my other OCs. I think Isi might try and figure out what she can do to stop it, but otherwise she would want to spend her last days making things better for others, whether that’s providing comfort or necessities or whatever.
3.) Your OC spends the night in a haunted house for a bet, only to realize that the rumours might be true… what do they do?
Theo would be terrified. Aella is less easy to terrify and would probably go “welp there’s a kraken at Kings Cove I didn’t know about until five minutes ago so I guess this is fine.”
Tempest and Isi are more chill.
4.) A character your OC cares deeply about has just passed away. How do they handle their grief?
Robin would internalise it and probably beat himself up over it.
5.) Your OC walks into a coffee shop. What kind of coffee do they order?
Aella orders something sweet and colourful; Tempest has black coffee; Theo drinks tea.
Isi gets something nice and straightforward, probably not even caffeinated if she can avoid it; Robin probably drinks coffee; Sierra is in the Aella category.
6.) Your OC finds themselves in a financial pinch - they need money, and fast. Who do they go do or what do they do to get the dough?
Tempest would ask a friend if she can (Nunez!) or steal it from somewhere. Aella probably defaults straight to thievery unless she can see a clear other option. they are pirates, after all. Theo probably asks one of them or his parents. failing that, his cousins and their parents.
7.) Your OC somehow obtains the ability to time travel. Where do they go, and what do they do?
is this like they could go back and interact with their past self in theory? Aella would go find her thirteen-year-old self and protect her from Anvindr that time he tried to get her to join him. failing that she would go try and do the same for young Tempest.
Tempest would go back to get herself away from Anvindr’s crew (she used to work for him) much sooner than she did.
Robin would return and try and protect his younger self from the magic surge that broke his leg. SB would want to find out what happened to his parental figures who up and left.
I don’t know what Isi would do. at start of story she’s exactly where she wants to be. until she abruptly isn’t.
this was so much fun! especially the first one.
I will tag @writingbyjillian @pens-swords-stuff @isherwoodj @ardawyn and anyone else who wants to play! it’s very fun. I encourage you to play.
#tag game#oc scenario tag#wip hurricane#hurricane aella#hurricane aella onyeisi#hurricane theo#hurricane theodore grey#hurricane tempest#hurricane tempest onyeisi#hurricane marisa#hurricane anvindr#hurricane anvindr grimmur#wip dragonsong#dragonsong isi#dragonsong robin#dragonsong sb#dragonsong sierra#i think i tagged everyone lol
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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 3
GIF not mine. Credit goes to owner.
Summary: News about the Golden Tickets gets out and Rose vows to do everything she can to help Charlie find one. Mrs Mason has some bad news, and Harry delivers an ultimatum to Rose.
A/N: A warning for the act of hitting.
Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers
It proved to be a quiet day at Mrs. Mason's Magical Pies. Since there were no customers currently in the dining room, Rose helped Mrs. Mason with the pies. Mrs. Mason worked on the dough, while Rose put in the fillings and put the pies in the oven.
"Don't you think it's strangely quiet, Mrs. Mason?" Rose pondered, making the woman look over at her. "I know it's not the busiest place on earth, but we usually have a customer or two? Where is everyone?"
"I'm not sure, dear" Mrs Mason shrugged. "But I tell you, on my way here, I saw that the candy store was awfully busy today. Busier than usual"
Rose giggled and shook her head. "So, people would rather fill on candy bars rather than your magical pies?"
"Would seem so, my dear" Mrs Mason smiled at her, and then went back to rolling out some dough.
The bell chimed, indicating a customer, and an excited voice immediately followed. Rose immediately recognized it as Charlie's voice. "Rose! Rose!"
"In the kitchen!" Rose called out to her brother. Charlie entered the kitchen. "What's got you all excited, Charlie?"
"You need to come see this, Rosie" Charlie said, grabbing onto Rose's hand, but he didn't dare start tugging her arm. Despite all the excitement coursing through his veins. "You're going to like this, Rosie, I promise you!"
Rose glanced over at Mrs Mason, silently asking if she could be excused to go with Charlie. Mrs Mason smiled and waved her hand. "You go ahead, dear. I'll be fine"
"Thanks, Mrs Mason" Rose smiled, removing her apron before letting Charlie guide her outside. He brought her over to a lamp post where people were crowding around it. The reason for this was because there was a poster stuck to it.
Dear People of the World,
I, Willy Wonka, have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year. In addition, one of these children shall receive a prize beyond anything you could ever imagine. Five golden tickets have been hidden under the ordinary wrapping paper of five ordinary Wonka bars. These five candy bars may be anywhere. In any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country in the world
A big smile appeared on Rose's face. "Charlie! Do you know what this means!?" She asked excitedly, giving Charlie a big hug. "Oh, I promise you Charlie! I will stop at nothing, and get you as many Wonka bars as I can, until you find that golden ticket!"
Charlie smiled at Rose, knowing that his sister meant every word. He knew that she was always trying to save up a little extra. And she always spent that little extra on Charlie. The two of them returned to the cafe. "Mrs Mason, you'll never believe it!" Rose began, a big smile on display. "Mr. Wonka is letting people into his factory. He's hidden these golden tickets in his bars, and--" Rose stopped she saw that Mrs Mason looked upset about something. Rose looked at Charlie and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Charlie, do you mind sweeping up in the kitchen while I talk to Mrs Mason privately?"
"Sure" Charlie nodded. Mrs Mason flashed Charlie a small smile as he walked past her.
Mrs Mason and Rose sat at a table. "Mrs Mason, is everything okay?"
"Dear, I'm afraid I have some bad news" Mrs Mason started with a sigh. She reached over and took Rose's hand in hers. "I've just got off the phone with the bank. I'm not going to be able to make this month's payments" Rose's jaw dropped in shock. "Nor have I been able to make the last few months payments. Business hasn't been what it used to be, and I'm going to have to close in two weeks"
"Mrs Mason, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't know how to break it to you. Rose, I truly love having you work for me, and I'm sorry that I'm going to have to let you go"
Without even a second though, Rose reached into her pocket and pulled out some of the extra money she had been saving. "This is all I have but I'm sure you could--"
"No, no, dear" Mrs Mason refused Rose's offer. "You use that money and buy a chocolate bar for Charlie. You get him one of those golden tickets. If anyone deserves to see that factory, it's that brother of yours. In fact, I have this for him" Mrs Mason grabbed a few things from her pocket. One was a Wonka bar and the other was some more money. "I know his birthday is coming up. This is my gift for him. And the money, my dear, is my gift to you. Some extra money to buy Charlie some extra bars. I know he wants to see that factory"
Rose smiled at the older woman. It's a shame Mrs Mason was having such troubles, and Rose wish she would have told her sooner so that she could help. "Thank you, Mrs Mason. For everything"
Mrs Mason smiled at the girl and pulled her into a hug. "It's my pleasure, my dear. And I know, deep down in my heart, that Charlie will find a golden ticket"
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Rose continued working that day. There was still no customer in sight all day. Everyone had been out buying as much Wonka bars they could, hoping to get their hands on a golden ticket. Rose was humming a song as she did her daily task of sweeping the floor, but then her mood turned sour when she saw who came in.
"Harry, what do you want?" Rose asked, annoyed at his presence.
"I'm assuming you've heard about Wonka and the golden tickets" Harry asked, a smarmy smirk appearing on his face. Rose just nodded as she continued sweeping the floor. "Well, I just came to tell you that I'll buy you all the Wonka bars in the world until you find a ticket for your dear brother"
Rose glared and spat at him. "I don't need your help finding that ticket! Charlie has luck on his side. He always has!"
"But luck isn't going to bring your family out of poverty, now is it?" Harry said as he stalked towards Rose. "Luck isn't going to save your family, but I can, Rose" He grabbed her hand. "All you have to do is say you'll marry me"
"I'm never going to marry you!" Rose barked, pulling her hand away.
Harry growled in anger. Rose never saw it coming. The force of it pushed her down to the floor. Rose began to cry and touched her cheek. It stung from the force of Harry's hand. "Listen here, Rose!" He pointed a threatening finger at the girl. "I know this little cafe is closing soon, and you're going to be out of a job! You're going to be begging to be my wife! I'm the only hope you have at a better life and you know it!"
Without another word, Harry left the cafe. Rose remained on the floor. She cried into her hands. Not only because Harry had struck her, but because maybe he had a point. Maybe the best thing she could do for her family, was to marry the man she loathed the most.
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Rose had come home to everyone discussing Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory and the golden tickets. Charlie was talking to his grandparents about it, as Rose made her way Mrs Bucket who was mopping the floor. "Hello, darling. How was your day today?"
"Oh..." Rose hesitated. How was she supposed to tell her family that she would be without a job shortly and that she had been struck in the face today? "It was quiet today"
Mrs Bucket gave a nod, but then started leaning in when she saw something around her daughter's eye. "Rosalie, what's that?" Mrs Bucket cupped Rose's cheek and stroked the tender area with her thumb. "That's a bruise!" She hadn't shouted it loud enough for Charlie and the grandparents to hear. "Who did this?"
"It was Harry" Rose answered, hanging her head in shame.
Mrs Bucket shook her head. "Is that boy ever going to stop? What doesn't he understand about no means no?" She took her daughter's hand in her own. "Sweetheart, no matter whatever that boy tells you, promise us you won't even consider marrying him"
"I promise, mum" Rose said quietly. Then she decided to change the topic. "I'm assuming Charlie has told you all about the golden tickets?"
"Wouldn't it be something, to open a bar of candy and find a golden ticket inside?" Grandpa Joe said.
"I know, but I only get one bar a year for my birthday" Charlie said. "Maybe two if I'm lucky" He said that last part to Rose, knowing she always tried to buy him an extra one.
"Well it's your birthday next week, Charlie" Mrs Bucket said, trying to give her son some hope.
"You have as much chance as anybody does" Grandma Josephine nodded.
"Balderdash!" Grandpa George exclaimed. "The kids who are going to find the golden tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day. Our Charlie gets only one a year. He doesn't have a chance"
Rose rolled her eyes at Grandpa George. She loved the man, but it seemed he always had to pick out the negative of every situation. She walked over to Charlie and crouched down so that she was eye level with him. "Everyone has a chance, Charlie. Even you" Rose promised him before wrapping her arms around him in a hug.
Grandpa George had just one more thing to add. "Mark my words, the kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat"
#willy wonka x oc#willy wonka x reader#willy wonka#rose bucket#my oc#rose and willy#the chocolatier's rose
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