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redswaberkez · 5 months

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TELL ME ABOUT ERLICH PLEASE, i thought about just replying to your reply on my post, but i figure an ask is better for this kind of request >:)

OOOOFFFFF cultural oc exchange ehehehe

disclaimer: my ocs lore is hellaaaaa messy and unstable. Nobody knows their story. Me neither LMAOO. So i perfer to look at the story like at rpg game with diff endings and stuff like that

Ok lesssgoo

FIRST his name pronunciation IS A FUCKING MESS. Everyone struggling with it: and in the ocs story and in real life. By design Erlich's name is pronounced with ch on the end like küche. Now we can go on. He is from Germany, yeah

The setting is in 2060-2099 i.e. basic the nearest cyberpunk to us. Where its always raining, anti-utopian, where you live in a Big City but in a ditch eating ants drinking benzin and etc etc. you got it.

Erlich's early life was neither tough nor easy. On the edge between living and surviving. His mother (name's Agnia) is a scientist, so he spent most of his time in labs and watching how "progress being created" or at home, where he tried to create his own silly little machines and mechanisms. Maybe hes schizospec. Maybe im just projecting my shit onto him (yea i do). We Will Never Know KDSLJFLSDFJ

Ofc his mechanic skills was not that bad for someone who just graduated from school (17-18 yrs). *blah-blah* and ofc later corpos will notice Erlich and his mech skills (not w/o mothers help tho). "Wow, succeeded in life, working in a prestige corp, and not fucking around in the junk" seems fair for cyberpunk setting imo

time flies, Erlich now is 23-26 yrs, THEN BOOM 💥💥💥💥 the main introduction plot. Big Corporate Boss assault, corporation collapse, OFC BRAINWASHING, massive staff reduction (he and his mother werent fired, they are valuable personnel).

What the assault you say? How it affected him? He was one of the main gears in the assaultion, with Agnia in the lead of it. Erlich even installed spinal augmentation and evolved from twink to himbo for this measures. Assault was done with the precision of a jeweler in the most chaotic situation. Only few knew that it was caused by them. And nobody knew it was Agnia's mindgame and brainchild.

What the brainwashing??? 'ignorance is bliss' - Agnia thought and decided not to burden Erlich with knowledge of what they had done. So he can live his life without endless regret. She had her motive

(i support women's wrongs tho. nobody is perfect or only good or evil.)

Few days after the assault he meets Mirrow in the medical bay. She was a bodyguard of one buisnesswoman (doesnt matter for the lore anymore). Mirrow was seriously injured and lost her arms while protecting The Lady. Erlich and Agnia saved her, bc Mirrow basically innocent and they didn't need extra sacrifices. So they saved her, installed new arms for her and while she was being rehabilitated, she became very friendly with Erlich (clueless and brainwashed) and said that she would like to find the person responsible for the assault. Now Mirrow attracted Agnia's attention and she decided to keep Mirrow in her line of sight.

Then the long separation of Erlich (to finland to russia) from Agnia (to america) due to corpos collapse. And reunion later to find the "the evil one in the charge".

(LITERALLY HIIIM)

Agnia's mindgames arent over yet (unfortunately) and now she needs to remove the trace from herself by "leading the capture of the culprit". and here comes rpg-ish quests and etc

Erlich knows that he somehow involved in the assault but he doesnt remember ANYTHING. And he blames himself for it. Real hard. Thinks, that he useless

Later he secretly tries to create the machine that "will help retrieve the hidden memories". Everyone was stopping him from its creation but ykno.) Overvaluated idea)

Running its tests was frying his (already once fried) mind. And at one moment it just gives a power surge, and Erlich remembers everything for a moment, but burns out and dies. BIG UNLUCKY REST IN PEPE

#original character #ask #oc: erlich ronthertz

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apolyian-alluvial · 2 years

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n o c t u a r y {four}

n o c t u a r y {linked universe x reader}

Only the older members of the group were awake. For a while, you contemplated feigning sleep, but you couldn’t shake the relentless in your bones. Even in a different world, you couldn’t stop rising and starting your day with the sun. Regretfully, you climb out of your warm bed roll and face the chain of Links.

��You’re up early,” Warriors comments, holding a mug full of dark brown liquid.

You squint suspiciously at the mug. Did they have coffee here? Everything in Hyrule so far reminds you of medieval England. You don’t even know when Europe or America started drinking coffee. “I always wake up around sunrise.”

“A good habit to have,” Warriors says, tipping his drink at you. “Especially in someone so young.”

“It’s not my choice. It’s called having a father who’s the sun and wants his children to watch him pull the sun across the sky.”

Time smiles briefly. “A good habit to have here,” he amends. “It takes forever to rouse some of our heroes.”

“Sky,” Twilight says pointedly. He looks over at you with a mischievous grin. “It takes nothing short of a miracle to wake that boy. If you wanna keep all your limbs attached, stay away from him until lunch.”

Oh great, you think to yourself. He’s one of those kind of people. Although most of your siblings get up at sunrise every morning, there’s always one or two that will stubbornly sleep the day away if allowed. Being the oldest and the cabin leader, the duty to wake them was always passed to you. “The morning sacrifice,” Will would jokingly call you.

You have to blink away the wetness starting to gather in your eyes. The cool, morning air quickly dries them out. You sit down over by Twilight, which is also over by Wild, who is stoking a fire. “Do you need any help?”

Wild perks up. “If you want to help. I’m about to start breakfast. Do you know how to cook omelets?”

“I know how to cook eggs,” you say, because how different are scrambled eggs and omelets?

Wild pulls an iPad-looking object off of a strap wrapped around his hips. He taps on it and scrolls, presumably on, a screen. The edges of the tablet glow blue and multiple items scatter to the ground. Wild heaves up a frying pan over the flames, then hands you a bowl. “You can crack the eggs.”

He gives you a comically large pile of eggs. In that moment, looking at the eggs, you finally understand every single elementary school math problem. You dutifully get to work. After cracking the fifth egg into the bowl, it gets tediously boring.

“Do you cook often?” Wild asks, saving you from your mind-numbing task. He’s cutting up several mushrooms and vegetables.

“Not really,” you say, watching an egg white slowly drip into the bowl. “At Camp, most of our food is served by the dryads, nature spirits. If we get special permission, we can learn how to cook in the kitchens, but no one really does that.” You’ve only gone to the dryads a few times for cooking lessons only at the insistence of your mother. Ever since you got accepted into college, she’s become more and more insistent on being present in your life and you becoming a ‘proper’ adult.

“Oh.” For a moment, Wild almost seems disappointed. “I do most of the cooking, since no one here knows how to.” After seeing his friend’s playfully offended face, he adds, “Twilight helps me sometimes.”

“Hey,” Warriors defends with no real bite. “I was too busy on my journey to learn anything as domestic as cooking.”

Wild blows a raspberry. “I was busy too, you have no excuse.”

“What’s your excuse, old man?” Warriors ask, a clear attempt to get the attention off of him.

A soft smile crosses Time’s face as he looks down at his mug. “I have a lovely wife that cooks for me.”

“Is there a stream nearby I can wash up in?” you ask after cracking your final egg. You hold your sticky hands away from you. “And some soap I can use too?”

Twilight jumps up the same moment Warriors says “I’ll show you.” The two seem to have some sort of stare-down.

“Why do you need soap?” Wild asks innocently.

Your mouth falls open. “Raw eggs have bacteria…and you’re supposed to wash it off afterward…” Your voice goes uncomfortably high. “Do you- do you wash your hands often?”

“You don’t want the answer to that,” Warriors says gently. He goes over to his bedroll and rummages around in his bag until he pulls out a small, wrapped item.

You stare down at your hands with horror.

“Come on.” Warriors wraps an arm loosely around your shoulders, guiding you away from the camp. “It’ll be nice to finally have another person who enjoys using soap around here.”

You let out a little whimper.

Warriors takes you to a stream just a little ways past camp. He gives you a round bar of lemon-smelling soap. There’s little flecks of green leaves in the yellow soap that almost smell of mint. After dunking your soapy hands into the cool water and drying them on your tunic, Warriors washes his hands as well.

Most of the camp is awake by the time you two return. Wild is cooking the eggs while Twilight sets up plates and utensils. Hyrule peers over Wild’s shoulders, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he watches his breakfast get made. Wind is poking an annoyed Four awake. Time is pouring Legend a drink, and Sky is still sleeping.

You accept your breakfast plate with a quiet thanks, the knowledge that Wild probably doesn’t wash his hands often weighing heavily on your mind. You walk over to the fire and cut off a piece of your omelet. You toss the food into the fire.

“Do you hate my cooking that much?” Wild asks, crestfallenen. You don’t like the way Twilight is looking at you and Legend is now holding a knife.

You look between Wild and your plate, eyebrows knitted and your brain slowly trying to puzzle out why you made him upset. “Oh! No! No! It’s not like that! It’s, um, like a demi-god thing? We sacrifice part of our meals to the gods to appease them. They, um, like the smell of it, I think.”

“Oh? Really?” Wild tilts his head. One of his long, pointed ears twitches slightly.“What does it smell like?”

“I’m not sure,” you confess. “But it’s a lot better than sacrificing animals.”

“You sacrifice animals?” Twilight asks quietly, looking down into his lap.

“No!” You take a seat on the ground by the fire. Your plate rests on your knee, giving your hands the mobility to flutter around in the air as you explain. “The Ancient Greeks used to, but even then it was only in times of war and festivities, I think. Cattle and goats were sacred and too precious to sacrifice every day.”

“You sacrifice goats?” Wild places a comforting hand on an extremely distraught Twilight’s shoulder.

You clench your hands into claws in the air. “I’ve never sacrificed an animal before! I just sacrifice my food!”

“I have,” Wind speaks up, grinning manically. “I’ve thrown pigs into the ocean.”

You try to bite down a grin, but fail miserably. You love younger teenagers so much, they’re just filled with goblin energy due to their developing frontal lobe. “Who were you trying to appease?”

Wind’s grin turns downright vicious, like a monster about to sink its teeth into its prey. “Me.”

“Hell yeah, love that for you little man,” you genuinely say with a smile. You hold up a hand, palm facing out.

Wind stares at your hand.

“It’s a high five,” you explain. “We smack our hands together.” Wind stares at his palm for a brief moment before connecting it with yours softly. “Harder! Slap it like you mean it!”

Wind pulls his palm back, then slaps it against yours with a loud crack. Your palm stings from the contact, but the boy’s wide eyes and amazed grin makes up for it. “I like that.”

“It’s called a high-five,” you explain.

“You better not do that to me,” Legend says. His breakfast plate is balanced on one knee. One hand holds a fork, the other is still holding a knife that he doesn’t need.

You roll your eyes upward. Olympus give you the patience to deal with this clown today. “I won’t, you don’t deserve a high-five.”

“They’re only given to the worthy?” Warriors questions.

“I give them to people I like.”

Legend scoffs loudly at that. You smile smugly at him. He angrily holds your gaze for a few seconds before ducking his head down. Breakfast passes quietly. Right when the sky turned a clear blue for the day, Time called for everyone to pack up camp. Wild gave a freshly awakened Sky something to eat, then proceed to help the others pack their bags. It didn’t take you that long at all to pack up. You just rolled up your bedroll and tied it to your bookbag.

“Are you going to put pants on?” you ask Legend genuinely concerned that the boy was going without pants. His red tunic was long enough to be modest, but didn’t his legs any protection from the elements or even monsters.

Legend’s eyes go wide with rage. If you were a lesser person, you would probably be cowering on the ground with all the hatred in his gaze. “No,” he grounds out, and pointedly walks to the other side of camp.

“He doesn’t wear pants?” you whisper bewilderedly to yourself. One part of you gets it, pants are kinda annoying to put on, especially on young, hyperactive demi-gods that refuse to put them on themselves. The other part of you, the side that grew up surrounded by healers and medics is appalled. The number of injuries that could happen to legs while traveling, snake bites, cuts from sharp branches, and poison ivy.

Wind slides up beside you. “Nope! The veteran doesn’t like pants!”

“He’s going to get a rash or some sort of infection,” you mumble.

“Right?!” Hyrule agrees from his spot nearby. “I keep telling him that pants offer more protection but he refuses to listen.”

“Quit talking about me!” Legend yells from across the camp.

“Put some pants on!” you yell back.

Time looks at you albeit sternly, like a librarian about to tell you to be quiet. “That’s enough. We’re going to fill up our waterskins and then continue towards Castle Town.”

Twilight herds the group to the stream you washed your hands in earlier. You spent a moment to yourself internally screaming at the sight of the boys filling up their waterskins with stream water. The number of germs, diseases, and bacteria that could be in that water made you shudder. But, it was a flowing stream and there certainly seemed to be a lot less pollutants in this world. Hesitantly, you filled up the insulated water bottle that was stored away in your backpack.

Your journey continued on. Four walked beside you towards the back just like yesterday. Ten minutes into walking, you looked over to discover your walking buddy had changed. Wind smiles at you, his sea green eyes curling up as he did so. If his eyes were a little more blue, he would look exactly like one of your siblings. The thought makes your heart ache, both for the home and family you’re missing and that this child was forced to become a hero.

“Do you have any stories about the sea?” Wind asks, cutting straight to the chase.

“You mean like Greek myths?” You receive a nod in confirmation. “Yeah, Greece is partly comprised of a lot of islands, so the sea was pretty important to the Ancient Greeks. Poseidon is god of the sea. There’s a few other sea gods I think, but they’re not as powerful or as important as Poseidon.”

“Is he strong? What’s he like? Have you met him?” Wind questions rapidly, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You suck in a breath. Sure, Poseidon wasn’t the worst god out there, no one could be as bad as his brother Zeus, but he still had his moments, a lot of bad moments. You can’t say much for his parenting either. Being a terrible parent is a requirement to be a Greek deity. “Um…he’s not the best person in the world, let’s just say that.”

Wind frowns. His mouth looks like a squiggly line. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you have any sea stories?” you hurriedly ask, redirecting the conversation.

“I have lots of them! It comes with being one of the best sailors on the Great Sea,” Wind proudly announces, puffing his chest out like a bird.

“Oh?” You smile down at the young teen. “Wanna share?”

“It began on a dark, stormy night…”

A collective groan throughout the group interrupted Wind’s storytelling. “Not this again.”

“Don’t you have any other stories?”

“Sailor, all your stories are the same.”

Wind crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out. “My stories are not the same! You guys just have no appreciation for the fine art of storytelling.”

“We could talk about something else,” you suggest, wanting to appease the boy.

“Like what?” Wind looks up at you with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at his expressions. “We could play twenty questions if you want, to get to know each other better since we’re gonna be travelling together.”

Wind thinks about this for a moment. Finally, he nods. “Okay, you start.”

“Do you have any siblings?” A solid, safe question…hopefully.

“I have a younger sister.” Wind smiles softly downward. “Her name is Aryll!”

“That’s a beautiful name,” you say honestly.

“It is! It’s perfect for her.” The blond boy looks up at you. “Do you have any siblings?”

You grin to yourself. The few times you left camp and someone asked you this question, you loved watching their reaction when you answered. But now, the question causes your heart to clench. You never got to say goodbye properly. You don’t know when you’re gonna see them again. “I have six younger siblings.”

“There’s no way!” Wind accuses. “Six?!”

“I told you, the gods and goddesses like to come down from Olympus and have children.”

From up ahead, Twilight laughs as he looks over his shoulder. “That must have been a full house growing up!”

“Oh, we only share a father. Some of us were raised by our separate mothers or family members, but it does make for a full cabin at camp!” you say. “The Apollo Cabin has the second most campers.” The Hermes Cabin currently holds the title of having the most demi-gods, but three years ago you guys had the same amount of (claimed) campers.

Wind tugs on your elbow. “Ask me another question.”

You force yourself to think of anything but your siblings. “What’s your favorite animal?”

“Pigs! What’s your favorite food?”

Your little game continues. You lost track of what question you guys were on when one of your questions causes Wind to go off on a tangent about barrels. Eventually, the two of you settle on exchanging stories, most of yours are about your siblings while Wind talks about the parts of his adventures that don’t involve a dark, stormy night.

You think, as you hold your side from laughter as Wind explains why auctions should be abolished (unless he has enough money to buy whatever is being auctioned), that this adventure might not be so bad.

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hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter!!

#linked universe x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu wild x reader #lu warriors x reader #lu time x reader #Lu Hyrule x reader #lu legend x reader #lu four x reader #lu wind #lu imagines

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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So like just like.

Just to be clear.

In light of all of the wild stuff Ye has said, and the fact that it’s called a whole bunch of asshole N*zi groups to action.

Jews make up 2.4% ish of America’s population.

And we hold very little power.

Like.

I need you to understand.

That we don’t control the money.

And we don’t control the media.

And like.

I don’t even get high holy days off of work without taking leave.

And we only have like a little endcap at the Target every year at Hanukkah that has like...some sad little menorahs, and some really wild blue and white shit that has so little to do with the traditions of that holiday that it’s funny.

I found a really nice Menorah in the Halloween section at Target this year.

We don’t control anything.

You’d think they’d be like “HERE IS A FESTIVE HIGH SIDED PAN TO FRY YOUR FOOD IN FOR YOUR FRYING YOUR FOOD HOLIDAY!” But no. Target can’t even do that. They care so little.

That they will give you a Mensch on a Bench.

A MENSCh on a BENCH that is literally just.

Has nothing to do with Hanukkah.

They will try to sell us Hanukkah BUSHES even though there is a whole ass other holiday that has a BUSH IN IT. ACTUALLY LIKE TWO. Because you’ve got the burning bush at Passover and then growth and greenery during Sukot-

I give up.

‘I give up.

I can’t.

I can’t anymore.

Like.

Literally all they have to do is grab a few high sided, nice frying pans from their kitchenware section and put them on the Hanukkah endcap AND IT WOULD BE PLENTY ACCURATE.

“HERE YOU GO GUYS HAPPY FRYING!”

But no.

No.

Can’t be fucked.

God dammit.

#this got away from me #Judaism #being Jewish in america #Ye please leave us alone now #we are tired

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tennessoui · 2 years

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you were talking about catty obi wan a few days ago which reminded me a little bit of the smithsonian au we havent heard abt her in a little! i love it so so much especially that one snippet you have at the party where obi decides hes leaving. that one makes me feral bfhddjjf out of pure curiosity if you were to write another little segment what would you write for that one?

here is another little segment! autumnally themed (the aforementioned 'cuffing season' ficlet, but make anakin and obi-wan literally unhinged and criminally oblivious)

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“Padmé,” Anakin Skywalker throws his wrapped sandwich onto the table before swinging the chair around so he can lean his front against the backrest, work slacks tightening indecently along the stretch of his thighs.

Obi-Wan puts his half-eaten salad panini aside. His mouth is suddenly very dry, which happens sometimes when he eats bread. He takes a sip of his American lemonade, a product that still fascinates him.

“Hello, Anakin,” Padmé greets from the head of the little table. “How have you been?”

“I think I’m lonely, Padmé,” Anakin declares. He’s not looked at Obi-Wan once, which really is just rude. “I think I want to get a girlfriend.”

“Pass,” Padmé says and bites at the tightest curl of her curly fries.

“Not you,” Anakin hurries to say. “We tried that already. It was awful.”

Padmé arches an eyebrow.

“You weren’t awful,” Anakin says even faster. “Just—together—we weren’t—“

Obi-Wan’s stomach feels awfully tight. Perhaps he has overeaten or the sandwich from the food court Panera has not agreed with him.

“It’s autumn,” Anakin says sullenly as he starts ripping the plastic covering off his lunch.

“Who’s Autumn?” Obi-Wan hadn’t meant to say anything. Drat.

But the question stands. He hasn't heard of any new employees at the Air and Space Museum. Perhaps Autumn is a construction worker, Heaven knows they’ve been hanging around there for the better part of two years. Maybe Autumn is a girl from Texas. Maybe Autumn is a woman Anakin’s met on one of his nights out on the town that always show up on his Instagram stories, not that Obi-Wan watches those. Maybe she’s an attractive, busty woman who works as a consultant in Navy Yard.

No, Anakin wouldn’t go to Navy Yard on principle. Adams Morgan. Maybe he met Autumn at a bar in Adams Morgan. Maybe—

A hand lands on his forearm. “The season, darling,” Padmé tells him in a very mocking tone.

Obi-Wan can feel his cheeks heating at the same time Anakin says accusingly, “Darling?”

“Why do you want a girlfriend because of the season? Do you plan to have a boyfriend for the spring and a partner in the summer?”

Anakin shoots him a very dirty look before glaring at the hand Padmé has rested on his skin until she removes it to eat another curly fry.

“Have you never heard of cuffing season?” Padmé asks him with interest. “Do they not have that in the United Kingdom?”

“I think it’s less of a British thing and more of an old man thing,” Anakin replies, kicking out beneath the table and brushing past Obi-Wan’s foot with forceful intent.

Padmé cuts in before Obi-Wan can respond which is, probably, for the better. “Cuffing season in America is what people call it when you date someone for a short period of time so that you can partake in the typical couple activities of the next few months. Pumpkin patch picking, horror movie watching, couples costumes, thanksgiving dinner, ice skating….”

Obi-Wan furrows hooks eyebrows in confusion. “Can’t you do all that with a group of friends?”

“Not romantically,” Anakin replies. He’s bitten into his sandwich and is partly through with chewing. There’s mustard on his chin. Obi-Wan decides not to tell him.

“So you want a girlfriend for a few months? And then what? Dump her in January?”

“Exactly,” Anakin says. “But I suppose I’m open to the possibility of dating a girl for cuffing season and then marrying her later because she turned out to be the love of my life. Sounds romantic, doesn’t it?”

For reasons Obi-Wan isn’t going to think about too hard, it quite literally sounds like the worst thing imaginable. Anakin, married?

“And how will you convince some poor lass to date you?” He asks, perhaps more waspishly than he intended.

Anakin’s mouth falls open in offense. “I could get anyone I wanted to date me! And I don’t recall asking your opinion, Kenobi.”

“It’s called a conversation, I believe. When one person says something and another responds. Or do you just talk to listen to your own voice?”

“I like listening to my voice much better than I like listening to yours.”

“That’s unusual. Most all of the Americans I’ve met think my voice is lovely. They certainly seem to enjoy it during—“

“And I’ve lost my appetite, thank you both,” Padmé sighs and stands, crumbling up her paper container of fries and hamburger wrappings. “Anakin, I’m not going to set you up with one of my friends. I don’t want you to put your dick near any of them. Obi-Wan, our break ends in ten. I’m not making excuses for you if you’re late getting back online.”

Obi-Wan misses the first part of what she’s saying because he’s too busy glaring at Anakin, who is glaring right back at him.

The man really could find a partner within a week if he were really serious about looking. He’s quite attractive, with his blond curls and bright blue eyes, the cut of muscle discernible through his work clothes. Sometimes at after-work happy hours, he’ll unbutton his shirt a bit, roll up his sleeves to play a game of darts in the back at Bar Deco, and there’s no way to prove that attendance to those happy hours have skyrocketed since pictures of Anakin focusing intently on the dartboard, corded forearm tense as he prepares to throw what was surely a bulls-eye had been posted on the intranet, but Obi-Wan knows it has.

He’s made sure not to miss a single one since then, just out of scientific curiosity.

So if Anakin is going to find a girlfriend who will become a wife probably, then Obi-Wan wants to meet her. As soon as Anakin has, but that seems highly unlikely. He’ll settle for—

“Well, are you doing anything this weekend? For pumpkin patch walking and perhaps a haunted house tour?” He asks Anakin, who chokes on his turkey club.

“Are you…sorry, are you volunteering to be my romantic—date?” Anakin asks once he has finished coughing into his napkin.

Obi-Wan waves a hand through the air. “Don’t be ridiculous. But if you’re available and can find a date by Saturday, I’d love to experience this aspect of American culture.”

“You want to…third wheel on one of my dates?” Anakin puts his sandwich down completely, which is probably for the better so as to avoid any more choking incidents.

“Well, I’d bring a date along too,” Obi-Wan points out. If Anakin can find a date then so can Obi-Wan. He hadn’t realized how lonely he also felt until this very moment actually.

Good thing he’s clocked out for this lunch break. He’d hate to have such personal realizations while on company time.

“You’re seeing someone?” Anakin’s tone is sharp again and bordering on accusatory. “Padmé didn’t say anything.”

“I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, no. Though if you are free, on Saturday, I’m sure I can find an interested party.”

Anakin pushes his food away from him, looking like he’s going to be sick. “I bet.”

“So?” Obi-Wan prompts when it doesn’t look like Anakin is going to say anything else of his own volition. “Saturday?”

“I have plans,” Anakin says.

“Oh,” says Obi-Wan. He feels strangely disappointed for several seconds. But of course Anakin has plans. His weekends are probably full for the next several months. A man like Anakin would never have time for a man like Obi-Wan. “Never you mind, then.”

“But—next weekend, I’m free. If you don’t mind waiting a week before going on your date.”

Obi-Wan blinks. He’d briefly forgotten about bringing another. “Yes, I should be available.”

“Great,” Anakin replies with so much enthusiasm in his voice that it must be faked. “We can hammer out the details later then.”

“Perfect,” Obi-Wan agrees. “I hope the weather holds up.” How banal! Talking of the weather! “With skies this blue, I can almost see why you love them so much.”

Much better.

Anakin blinks and then throws his head back with a laugh. Obi-Wan is struck dumb at the sight, though he recovers quickly.

Best not to stay around though, should Anakin decide to do anything else so ill-advised.

He stands and gathers his own lunch trash. He’ll probably be very late back to his office, but perhaps he’ll be able to blame his tardiness on a couple of hordes of tourists. They all seem to have come out of the woodwork to enjoy the weather in the Mall.

“Would you care to hear some romantic advice from an old man?” He asks. “Though it may be horribly outdated, I wouldn’t know.”

Anakin narrows his eyes, probably sensing a trap. His curiosity gets the best of him though. “Sure.”

“Perhaps wipe off that smear of mustard on your chin before you try to pursue a romance with anyone. I’m sorry to say, but yellow isn’t your color.”

He chuckles at how fast Anakin’s hands fly to his face, clutching a napkin. “I’ll have you know, everything is my color!”

But Obi-Wan has already started to walk away, satisfied with getting the last laugh.

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“Padmé, you have to help me,” Anakin begs into his phone. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

He can tell from the noises in the background that she’s only half-listening, chopping up ingredients for dinner. That’s fair. They’ve been on the phone for two hours.

She hasn’t offered any advice or any useful action items, of course, even though Anakin has given her plenty of time between segments of speech in order to intervene with any sort of aid.

“Ani, I quite honestly don’t know what you want me to do. You’ve gotten yourself into another incredibly peculiar and downright unfortunate situation.”

“And usually you help me out of those!”

“What are you telling these women? You’ve never in your life had trouble finding a date for an evening. What about Cassidy in the Botanical Gardens? I’ve always thought she would be interested in you.”

Anakin groans and collapses onto his mattress, still half-dressed in his work clothes and half in his exercise wear. He’d wanted to go on a run to clear his head, but then he’d thought that perhaps Padmé would be able to help him in his plight.

The plight being, of course, that no one wants to date him apparently.

“Cassie declined,” Anakin laments.

“Cassie has been panting after you for at least a year. There’s no way she’d decline. What did you say?”

“Well, she seemed interested when I asked…but maybe she just doesn’t like haunted houses? I told her that Obi-Wan asked me along on a double date to a haunted house and a pumpkin patch, and she sort of…said never mind?”

Padmé is very quiet for several moments. “What about Angela? I know Angela has implied that she likes you very loudly. Basically not implying anything except the sex position.”

Anakin frowns at the ceiling. “I asked. She thought maybe Obi-Wan wouldn’t want her to come along, they apparently don’t get along or something? I don’t quite understand it. I mean, whatever their beef is, not the not liking Kenobi part. Anyway, that’s basically what I told her and that it would be even more fun if Obi-Wan and her didn’t get along, because I love pissing him off, and she got sort of upset and um.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “And what?”

Anakin rolls over onto his stomach. “She dumped her lemonade on my lap? And said that it’s an asshole move to ask someone on a date just to pull someone else’s pigtails.”

There’s an even longer pause, before Padmé bursts out laughing.

“Stop it,” Anakin says. “It’s not funny. And now I don’t have a date, and I’m expected to go out with Obi-Wan tomorrow. He’ll be absolutely ruthless if I show up without a date! Please help me, Pads! I’m about to go out running in the street and asking every stranger under forty I see if they would like to date me for one day, specifically tomorrow, because I have this asshole coworker whose sole purpose is making my life a living hell by asking me to go on a double date with him and someone he apparently just asked out a few days ago because he’s so stupid and handsome and charming apparently that he can get anyone to date him at the drop of a goddamn hat because he thinks he’s God’s gift to women and men, apparently—”

Padmé has stopped laughing. “I can see why Cassie and Angela said no if you gave them the same speech,” she says. It’s not very comforting, so he stays silent and frowns into his pillow, deciding not to tell her he'd also been shot down by Rebecca, Virginia, Victoria, Sidney, and Rose.

“You could just cancel on Obi-Wan,” Padmé suggests.

Anakin bites back a scoff. Yeah, right. Why would he cancel on Obi-Wan? Then the man would know that he couldn’t find a date and that he was embarrassed about his own undateability. He’d really never let it go. He’d probably be hearing about how Obi-Wan had already picked out his nicest autumnal sweater and scarf when Anakin canceled for the rest of his life. Obi-Wan would probably remind him on his deathbed, he was a real asshole like that.

Cancel on Obi-Wan? As if.

“I can’t do that!” He tells Padmé. “Please, please. If you ever loved me at all—”

“I didn’t, that’s why we had to stop sleeping together because it got awkward every time you said it during sex—”

“--then you would give me the number of any one of your friends who is in the city and available tomorrow for pumpkin patch picking and haunted house going.”

Padmé seems to be debating something to herself because she doesn’t say anything for a very long time. “Fine.”

Anakin sits straight up in bed. “Really?”

“On one condition.”

“Anything.” “You have to think—using your very big brain—about why you don’t want to cancel on Obi-Wan.”

Easy. Anakin was just thinking about that. “Done. Because he’s an asshole and like a shark but instead of blood, he can smell weakness a mile away.”

Padmé sighs and then there’s the distinct sound of a wine bottle being uncorked. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she seems to tell herself. “But fine. Fine. Her name is Sabé. She owns a bar in Georgetown, which is also where she lives.”

Anakin fights back a groan at this. Georgetown is the worst area to travel to because there are no metro stops. He’ll have to drive to pick her up, if she agrees. But Padmé will get her to. He trusts Padmé with his heart (and future happiness) even if he doesn’t love her anymore.

Anyway, maybe this will be the best meet-cute in D.C. history. What if Anakin and Sabé actually fall in love because Anakin needed a date because of Kenobi and all of the women he’s ever talked to at work declined because no one wanted to spend time with Kenobi outside of work?

“Tell me more about Sabé,” Anakin requests. “What does she like?”

“Heavy metal music, her motorcycle, getting tattoos, a good curry, pumpkin spice lattes, horror films from the Golden Age of Hollywood, long walks on the beach, etcetera etcetera.”

This woman sounds great. Obi-Wan is going to lose his mind when he sees how cool Anakin’s date is. He’s going to be so jealous. Anakin’s already half in love with Sabé just from thinking about how jealous Obi-Wan is going to be.

“That’s great,” Anakin says with a wistful sigh. “Give me her number, I’ll ring her tonight. Maybe we can meet up before tomorrow.”

“Slow down, lover boy,” Padmé says. It sounds like she’s smiling. “Don’t you want to know how I met her?”

Anakin’s brows furrow. “I guess?” Padmé has a lot of friends in a lot of different walks of life, her knowing someone who owns a bar and has tattoos isn't unbelievable.

“We hooked up in the back of her bar a few times while I was getting my master’s at Georgetown. She likes long walks on the beach, mango margaritas, baking, and women. Exclusively women.”

Anakin flops back to stare at the ceiling as his daydreams dissolve until only Obi-Wan’s smug face remains. “You suck.”

“Still want her number? I can guarantee she’ll agree. She’s got a master’s in psychology, I’m sure she’ll find this whole thing fascinating.”

Anakin doesn’t know what’s so fascinating about pumpkin patch picking, but whatever. He’s sort of desperate. “Fine. Yeah. Thanks for letting me borrow your lesbian friend for a day.”

Padmé cackles. Anakin can’t believe he’d ever loved the sound of that laugh. “Oh, Ani. You’ll be borrowing my girlfriend.”

#asks #smithsonian au #padmé hangs up and gives sabé a glass of wine #and she's like 'sorry to have to cancel our date tomorrow i know we're celebrating our 6 month anniversary'#and sabé is like aw that sucks why?#and padmé is like 'well you could view it more as....an anniversary present. i've just gotten you the most interesting lab rats'#'you'll just have to pretend to be straight for a few hours.'#sabé (huge butch): i don't think anyone could think im straight #padmé (huge bitch): just tell the redhead that you're the blond's girlfriend and he won't be able to think critically for hours #idiots to idiots intensifies #obikin

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astroprompts · 1 year

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✧ — 𝐁. 𝐃𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 [ 𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

“Yes, I know it’s hot, you git. It’s an OVEN!”

“Mm. Granny’s favorite; soggy crackers.”

“Try not to die.”

“How long does sadness take to cook?”

“That is surprisingly good.”

“I used to like mason jars. Then came gentrification.”

“It tastes like sunscreen.”

“When I think of zucchini, I think of good barbeques, summer salads... Men.”

“I hate zucchini. It doesn’t taste bad, it just makes me feel insufficient.”

“Cease and desist!”

“I don’t make the rules!”

“I’m guessing the flavor profile is going to be cholesterol.”

“Some dishes aren’t amazing, but they are innately comforting.”

“I promise I’m not making this up!”

“Just another day in America.”

“At least it’s hot garbage.”

“It’s a demon quiche!”

“Let’s not make assumptions.”

“Can I start making assumptions now?”

“Um, do you know what a SALAD is? Because whatever you think, it’s wrong.”

“You know what stings more than a knife, [name]? Rejection.”

“No veggies allowed!”

“Thank you for your service.”

“This is revolting.”

“Margarine is like butter, but terrible.”

“It looks like it’s listening to me.”

“Easy there, Shakespeare.”

“I have no idea what’s going on.”

“No spices for you!”

“Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t this.”

“There’s no jell-o in here, just the dark arts.”

“Sweet and salty things aren’t anything new. You have classics like PB&J, Chicken and waffles, fake friends, your in-laws...”

“Look who’s fallen from grace. Shame.”

“What’re we making, glue??”

“This is blowing my mind.”

“This tastes amazing!”

“Whatever happened to respect your elders?”

“You don’t measure this is calories, you measure this in years taken off of your life expectancy.”

“YOU need to chill!”

“Is it good? No. Is it bad? No. It’s SUGAR.”

“It’s known that in America, they’ll deep-fry anything that isn’t bolted to the Earth. Including zucchinis, hot dogs, and several species of large bird.”

“This looks incredible.”

“Whoopsie, they’re gone.”

“My man looks like he does taxes for fun.”

“Roughage is what dead people call ‘fiber’.”

“This is enough fiber to incapacitate one medium child.”

“You sure this wasn’t meant for a bird?”

“Of course it’s the prunes. What else would it be?”

“This is either gonna plug you up or bring the morning thunder.”

“Have you no mercy?”

“This is culinary terrorism.”

“Tastes like a bookshelf. Books included!”

“Normally if you’re looking for a mouthful of wood, you go to a sawmill. Or tinder.”

“It’s not bad, it’s... Eclectic.”

“Nothing quite says Autumn like an apple. Except maybe pumpkin or seasonal depression.”

“In the interest of civil defense, we look to raisins to substitute our sugar.”

“You want me to boil raisins?”

“It ain’t easy being a patriot.”

“Looks like barbeque sauce. Smells like death.”

“Full disclosure, I picked this recipe because it looked good.”

“I don’t always like destroying my taste buds, y’know!”

“It’s not November yet, so we’re cleared for some optional nuts.”

“Talk about stretching a dollar...”

“These kind of look like graham crackers... If graham crackers were made out of drywall.”

“These will last longer than even the most talented of men.”

“I could never be a millionaire. I’d end up buying like 3,000 pop tarts.”

“Uniformity is of utmost importance.”

“That hit my stomach like a bowling ball.”

“The dominant flavor is saturated fat.”

“I have a sudden urge to hibernate.”

#ask meme #rp meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompt #b. dylan hollis

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jessilynallendilla · 2 years

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Dylan Hollis Baking Quotes Without Context Part 2

“Hold on, I need to take my teeth out.”

“This is fascinating because it seems chronologically wrong to find this in a 1940’s cookbook which means it must be pretty special, or that time traveling, keto, athleisure influencers exist.”

“These are roof tiles.”

“How many eggs? Nine!”

“...I really just JFKed this cake.”

“You don’t want the sky beef, that would be scary.”

“Now I’m scared of lots of things including the IRS, clowns, and English Majors, but what I’m most afraid of is beans where they don’t belong.”

“Now we can serve this with anchovies or sardines, how about a swift death?”

“Quarter cup corn syrup...well be done by Christmas.”

“Into a jar...it’ll take just twelve years.”

“Mr. Cheese, I’m so sorry.”

“Take that Big Peppermint!”

“You were swimming in animal fat, how does it feel?”

“Also, an obscene amount of brandy, look away kids.”

“I feel like I’m exhuming a body.”

“So they look dead but my house smells amazing.”

“Beep at me one more time-!”

“Now this recipe calls for calf or mutton liver, but when I asked about mutton liver to the butcher he just asked if I was okay.”

“Let me get my lard bucket.”

“Well, it’s great, so long as you don’t have to eat it.”

“What do you think we garnish this with, did you guess mayo?”

“Call the police!”

“There’s no Jell-O in here just the dark arts.”

“One and half cups scolded-you useless-!”

“Eight inch is preferable, it sure is Betty.”

“Well drained of course, like my hope.”

“At least nothing hatched.”

“Well, some didn’t make it, which is unfortunate because it means some did.”

“Well, that was utterly horrendous, thank you.”

Handling multiple sausages. “Ah, yes, brings back memories.”

“Now we seal and shake vigorously, preferably to kill whatever demon we summoned.”

“What are we making, glue?”

“Let’s take a dump.”

“Then you get to bake your dump.”

“Then we add more ketchup.”

“In Australia and New Zealand this recipe is actually protected by law, bake it wrong? To Jail!”

“I love oats, they taste like grandparents.”

“I did have convert this entire recipe from grams into freedom units.”

“Now I say that disrespecting donuts should carry a life sentence so let's see if we’re going to jail today.”

“You know a lot of things start with potatoes, french fries, hashbrowns, famine...communism.”

“So, the stock market has crashed and we can’t afford any butter, eggs, or milk, but little Johnny still wants a cake for his birthday, selfish brat.”

“I chose this one to die.”

“Hello child, neugh, goodbye child.”

How did that not stick, are you a witch?”

“I told you not to trust me!”

“Now we get our can of spam and we cry.”

“Wonder what demon we’ll summon today?”

“Is life insurance expensive?”

“It’s well known, here in America, that they’ll deep fry anything that isn’t bolted to the earth, including zucchinis, hot dogs, and several species of large bird.”

“Are you ready to die?”

“A whole bag of potato chips!”

“Ruffage is what dead people called fiber, and this is enough to incapacitate one medium child.”

“And we leave this to soak for a half hour, just to make it edible.”

“Now we just-eeugh-try not to die...”

“How long does sadness take to cook?”

“There seems to have been a murder.”

“Have you no mercy?”

“Just imagine cooking this and telling yourself that everything is okay.”

“You don’t measure this in calories, no, you measure it years taken off your life expectancy.”

“Where’s Johnny?” “Johnny is gone.”

Part One

#dylan hollis

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theawkwardterrier · 2 years

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The Real Heroes

Steggy Week 2k22, day 4 Prompt: Trope or genre

Summary: Cass has a favorite comic book hero. A companion to my fic Out of the Frying Pan from Steggy Week 2018.

AO3 link here. Thanks to @steggyfanevents for organizing!

Cass watches Dad’s hands very carefully, holding out her own finger and closing one eye, trying to make sure he is matching the top of the poster to the straight line of the ceiling.

“Okay,” she finally says. “Right there.”

He steps back after he’s taped it and comes to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Does it look like you wanted?”

Cass beams. “It looks perfect. Everyone at the meeting is going to be very jealous.”

“That’s—Wait, the meeting?”

“Yes.” She lifts her chin. “The meeting of the Girl Fridays. We’re going to schedule one every other week after school: first when the new issue comes out so we can read it together and give our reactions, and then another two weeks after, when it’ll have had time to sink in so we can have a better discussion. I had the idea first, so I am the president.”

Her father looks down at her. He puts his hands in his pockets and pretends not to smile, but Cass can see. “And this is a…fan club?”

Cass pushes up her glasses. She crosses her arms. “Dad,” she says, very seriously, “this is a lifestyle.”

She saw other kids reading comics long before she tried them out herself. There was always a group that went to the newsstand together for the latest issue of Mr. Mysterious or Captain America, taking them out at recess or sitting with them on the street corners, even hiding them under the desk during class. (She’d had to keep herself from clearing her throat loudly to remind them that they were meant to be listening to the teacher.)

It wasn’t that she thought it was a thing only boys were allowed. She knows that there aren’t rules about what she’s supposed to like or do or be and what she isn’t; if she hadn't already realized that for herself, she’d be reminded by the memory of Mom raising her eyebrow mildly when Cassie had mentioned that her teacher only ever chose boys to be the line leader or to present when they did group work and when Cass asked why, the answer she got was that that there were certain students who were “better suited” to those jobs, and how that had changed after Mom was the one to bring her to her classroom the next day. Comics just never seemed that interesting to her - they all went to the library with Dad whenever they wanted so she always had as many books as she could read, and there wasn’t anything much special about the flimsy, brightly colored pamphlets with their silly storylines and dramatically written-out sound effects.

But then Karen Carlton came over to babysit while Mom and Dad had a date night, and when she was wrestling Annie and Ben into bed - well, wrestling Annie; Ben usually just got himself into his PJs, brushed his teeth, and read for fifteen minutes before turning out his light - Cass might have done a very tiny little bit of snooping. And in her bag, behind two kind of school-looking notebooks, there was Girl Friday issue #14.

She only got a chance to read the first few pages, where it goes from a normal day at school for average teenager Francie Day to Francie having to put on her mystical disguising deerstalker so she could investigate the latest mysterious happenings in Springville as Girl Friday. By the time Karen got down the stairs and exhaustedly told her that her extra half hour was up and it was bedtime for her too, Cass was sitting innocently on the other side of the room with a copy of Five Children and It - carefully turned right side up, of course, because Cass knows how not to get caught - and issue #14 was back just where it had been before.

The next day, she’d started searching through the newsstands and drugstores in the neighborhood until she had every issue. She never missed another one.

“—And that's how Francie realizes that her new neighbor, the friendly Dr. Crayshur, is actually the Creature Catcher, who's been luring all the animals in town into her basement to do experiments on them!"

Mom looks down at Cass and raises a soft eyebrow as they cross the street. It had been a little surprise when she turned up at the door instead of Dad when it was time to come home from playing with Nancy Freeman, but a nice surprise. She'd been able to tell Mom all about how the teacher hadn't done anything when Harry Grady was pulling on Nancy's braids, so Cass had checked out a library book under his name and then made sure not to return it on time; everyone know that Miss Weathers in the library was the nicest person in the school until you didn't treat her books right. Even after debating with Mom about whether that had been the right choice for how to do things - Mom would probably call it a lecture, but Cass is actually an expert on Mom's real lectures - there was still plenty of time to fill her in on the plot of issue #20, which had just been released two days ago.

"Well," Mom says thoughtfully, "I suppose one can't fault her investigative skills. But I do wonder, darling, if you might turn your devotion to someone else - someone real, perhaps?"

The idea almost stops Cass's feet. "Like who?" she demands.

"Oh, there's Mrs. Roosevelt, for example, or the poet Gwendolyn Brooks, or Lucille Ball, or Althea Gibson, or even your aunt Angie - it's taken quite a lot of hard work for her to get to the place that she is today."

While she's thinking, Cass squints at Mom's hand where it's wrapped around hers, her deep pink polish shiny, her grip firm enough to hold on tight and safe without hurting. Then she says slowly, "Well, I guess I can be interested in them too. But it isn't as if they have comic books written about them, you know."

"True enough, although I'm certain your father could draw some for you if you wanted. But then how about Captain America? After all, he was a real hero during the war, and there are certainly enough comic books about him.

This time, Cassie doesn't even need to think. "Mom. Captain America is boring. And everyone knows that none of his best stuff could ever be real."

There was never a day when Mom's office building was really empty, but Saturday was probably the closest it came. They'd gone over and had dinner at their usual table in the kitchen because Mom couldn't get home, Cass mostly talking about what might happen in issue #23 coming out soon, and then Mom wanted Dad's help with some work, so Cass and Ben and Annie got to have some fun, running around in the downstairs gym and coloring on a million sheets of paper while Mom's secretary Maria watched them.

Even when it got late and Annie and Ben started falling asleep, Cass had been sure she could stay awake, reading by herself until it was time to go home. She was sure she was awake - really! - except that she did get a little startled and made a "huh?!" sound when Dad lifted her out of the chair. Her head dropped back against his neck as he carried her in one arm, Annie in the other, out of the office while Mom, holding Ben, said good night to Maria and locked up.

No one talks most of the way back to the car, and Cass would probably have actually fallen asleep, except that suddenly Mom says, so quiet that Cass almost doesn’t hear it through her drowsy, muffled brain, "Do you ever regret that none of the children know who you were and what you did, and that perhaps they never will?"

"What I did which time?" Cass can feel the even rise and fall of Dad's breathing, the rumble of his voice in her own body.

"Oh, either, I suppose. But certainly your slightly more believable - or at least verifiable - exploits to begin with.”

“I guess I hadn’t really thought about it,” Dad says after a minute. “Maybe I will talk about it someday, but I didn’t do any of it to be recognized or admired, even by them. Did you?”

Slowly Mom replies, “No, there was a need and I had the skills, and that’s been the story ever since. But it’s…I appreciate, sometimes, the way that the things I’ve done show them what they can do, that they see my work and even if they don’t understand it now, they get some sense of what it could mean for them, how open the possibilities of their own futures can be. It isn't the reason, precisely, but my life and choices have cleared a path for them, or at least let them see that the path is there. ”

Dad makes an understanding sort of sound. His footsteps pause for a moment, and Cass knows that he’s letting Mom go first through the door. “For my part, I guess I think about how I’ve made the world better for them. And maybe they won't know exactly how or that I was the one doing it, maybe they won't realize for a second that things might have been different otherwise, but it’s enough for me to have that, just to remember that for myself.”

“Even if they never know about any of it - Azzano, or New York, or, of course, your most daring starring role?” Cass can hear the smile in Mom’s voice now, just before she begins to hum that song she sometimes sings when she’s teasing Dad - Cass remembers that the words are something about “strong and brave” and “carry the flag shore to shore,” but mostly she remembers that it makes Dad roll his eyes and smile too.

“Not sure you exactly have a place to talk with that, Betty,” Dad says, and the matching smile is in his voice already. Cass must be sleepier than she thought if her ears aren't working - Betty isn’t Mom’s name, after all.

“I neither participated in that, nor authorized it, as you well know,” Mom says in her boss voice, nudging Dad with her elbow. He laughs, readjusts Cass so she’s held tighter. Cass can hear Mom doing the same for Ben so she can find the keys which means that they must be getting close to the car. She’s glad. The car is new, and nice as these things go, but she just wants it to bring them home soon. She wants to be in her bed now, snuggled underneath her favorite blanket, with the door closed but the hall light on, feeling so cozy and safe…

“I suppose it’s a good thing that it doesn’t bother you,” Mom says from somewhere in the front seat. “Because I don’t know that even the truth would allow you to unseat a certain comic book detective in Cassandra’s mind.”

Dad laughs again. Even his voice seems to make a sort of shrug. “If I was going to be shown up by someone, Girl Friday is at least one I don’t mind losing to.”

In the back, her cheek against the window and Ben warm beside her, Cassie smiles. Finally starting to understand, she thinks. I’ll work on them more tomorrow.

She’ll figure out the exact details of that plan when she wakes up.

#SteggyWeek22 #Steggy fic #Steggy #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #this is tropes x2 - both kidfic and outsider POV

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kariachi · 1 year

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Quick Kevin & Mike ficlet, apropos of nothing. Just an image that’s been in my head for literal ages and finally decided to go down in some form.

“Hello chat! Welcome back to Fright Night, where I suffer for your entertainment.” With a sharky grin Kevin snorted and leaned over Mike’s shoulder.

“You enjoy it,” he teased, laughing as he was shoved off with a scowl.

“Back up, I’m not replacing another console ‘cause of you.” Shaking his head, Kevin turned his grin to the camera.

“Someday we’ll break him, chat. How are you doing? Everybody alive? We sound okay? Great, awesome. I have destroyed one console of his. One.”

“He’s never living it down,” Mike cut in, elbowing Kevin, “and back up, do you know what it takes to find a PS5?” Shifting to the side, like he could physically block Kevin from coming anywhere near the electronics, he shook his head and muttered “Fucking impossible...”

“Me, or Sony?”

“Both.”

“I,” Kevin said to chat, “am not in my normal spot because of inclement weather. Lightning storm’s coming in and I’m probably gonna be sparking all night. This way I don’t fry anything mid-stream. It’s okay though, because I have you guys on my phone-” He held it up for the camera, the swiftly moving chat echoed on the screen. “-which should be able to take whatever I dish out.”

“Hopefully.”

“I have faith in my work.”

“That makes one of us.” Mike deftly dodged a swipe upside the head. “What game are you forcing on me this time?”

“One of our subscribers recommended Tormented Souls, and it got the all clear, so…”

“So I’m the tormented soul. Joy.” Kevin flashed him another grin.

“It felt very on brand. Thanks KnowledgeableCadaver for the recommendation. This game apparently has some serious gore and violence, along with some self-harm, so if those bother you, no worries, same as always we’re gonna put out a post when we finish so you know when you can come back safe.”

“It should only be three weeks,” Mike added, booting up the PS5 and making a nearly whining noise to see that yes, there was the game. “Kev’s going to be out of town after that, we’ve scheduled around it.”

“Yes, chat, I will bring you back a souvenir. You need to press X, Sparkles.” Elbowing him again, Mike hissed out an

“I know to work a console!” Kevin shook his head and shouldered him back.

“While he’s working up his nerve, here’s your reminder that this month’s charity is the Coalition for the Homeless, advocating for the rights to sufficient food, adequate housing, and a living wage for all. As always, we’re matching and doubling whatever you guys send our way. You all managed to get over three grand for Mutants of America last month, so let’s see if we can top it-”

#fanfic #sequence of events is literally 'mike loves but can't handle horror games kevin finds it hilarious'#'kevin realizes if he drags mike into streaming he can get the internet laughing at him too and mike deserves to be laughed at'#'kevin realizes that people really like watching a pretty blond have heart attacks and heckled about it- decides to use that power for good'#mike's penance is paid in being heckled by kevin and also chat #for the foreseeable future #the alerts are tailor made to jumpscare him

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we didn't really have much ice but apparently it was enough to get out for two days 🤷🏼‍♀️

about the teacher tho, we don't really know what happened but she keeps texting everyone on messenger saying "hey girlie. just wanted to see how you all are doing without me". there's lots of rumors why she got fired, someone said she told them they wanted to take away her teaching license? i figured it's probably cause she never did anything and let everyone vape in her class. i never liked her anyways though so im just here for the drama

"you like boiled hot dogs?" "I LOVE ALL HOTDOGS"

*shouting at the fire alarm* "ALEXA TURN OFF"

*giving thumbs downs and loser signs to couples making out outside of the high school*

foreign exchange student: "you guys air fry chicken? god bless america"

"two things you gotta keep clean in life, your crack and your conscience"

✏️

THW FIRE ALARM AND EXCHANGE STUDENT AHAHAHAJNAKA

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National Bacon Lovers Day

It’s National Bacon Lovers Day on August 20. Arguably our favorite in-office holiday, no smell on Earth is as attractive as the thin-sliced bacon sizzling in a pan and served with anything at hand. Bacon is the hero of every meal it’s incorporated into. No wonder it’s been such a massive part of western cuisine since 1500 B.C. This means, for thousands of years, we have relished the sweet-savory smell of bacon frying, and the chewy taste too. One could argue that it’s now coded into our D.N.A., a historic love for bacon.

History of National Bacon Lovers Day

While bacon has been a part of our diet as a species since 1500 B.C., pigs were domesticated from around 8500 B.C., so for seven thousand years, humans had bacon right under their noses, and didn’t know it. The term ‘bacon’ is used more precisely today than it was until well into the 16th century, before which it referred to any cut of pork. The process of curing bacon for human consumption has also been refined over the centuries but has remained relatively the same. The only difference today is that the standards of hygiene have improved, and the scale of bacon production and consumption has risen astronomically.

Bacon was such a desirable cut of pork that in the 12th century, a church in the English town of Great Dunmow challenged the married men to a wager of sorts. If a man could go a complete year and a day without quarreling with his wife, a side of bacon would be their prize. Thus was the birth of the term “bring home the bacon,” widely used today to describe a person who can take care of their family financially.

Fast forward a couple of centuries to when the industrial revolution takes the pork industry to a completely new level of production. Before then, bacon and other pork products were once produced at home. Most people kept private pigs and regularly slaughtered their stock for consumption. Even in urban environments, it was common for people to keep pigs in their basements. However, in the 1930s, this was stopped. The late 1700s saw the rise of commercial pig farming and bacon production. With rising population rates and an increase in available machinery, bacon was one of the first food items to be mass-produced. It is still widely a household favorite to this day.

National Bacon Lovers Day timeline

1490 Cuba Gets Some Royal Pigs

At the insistence of Queen Isabella of Castille, Christopher Columbus transports eight pigs to the island of Cuba.

1539 Pigs in America

Hernando de Soto offloads 13 pigs in Tampa Bay, and many escape from Spanish activity.

1770 Load Up The Trucks

John Harris sets up the first large-scale bacon curing business in the English town of Caine in Wiltshire.

1883 The Pig Industry

Oscar Mayer, an industry leader in bacon curing and production, is established in the United States.

1980 You Had Me At Bacon

Hardees adds bacon to their menu as a topping, one of the first fast-food companies to do so.

National Bacon Lovers Day FAQs

Can I eat bacon raw?

No, uncooked bacon can cause illnesses. Please, prepare your bacon properly before eating.

What’s the best thing to eat bacon with?

There is no right or wrong answer here. It’s up to you because there is no such thing as food that doesn’t pair well with bacon.

What’s the best type of bacon?

Traditionally, back bacon is the best cut, but strictly speaking, the pig determines the superiority of bacon.

National Bacon Lovers Day Activities

Have an English breakfast

Be creative with it

Wrap some bacon, and donate it

It's Bacon Lovers Day, so we have to eat the stuff! Let's not forget where it all started, back bacon with a side of eggs and some pieces of toast, and voila.

Bacon is one of the most versatile meat there is. It makes everything taste better. Would you like bacon with that olive? Yes, please!

Bacon is a relatively inexpensive cut of meat, and it does have decent protein and fat content for a family that might need the calories. Spread a little National Bacon Lovers Day spirit, and give to the less fortunate.

5 Ways Bacon Impacts Our Lives

Living in America

It's breakfast meat

That’s a lot of bacon

We love bacon, it won’t go

The meaning of the word

268.04 million Americans consume bacon annually.

Of all the bacon produced in the United States, 70% is consumed at the breakfast table.

The amount of bacon produced in America each year exceeds two billion pounds.

In the 1980s, health movements attempted to change the story around bacon, and bacon sales took a hit.

Bacon means “meat from the back of an animal.

Why We Love National Bacon Lovers Day

It’s bacon

A chance to have a family meal

Bacon in the office

We don’t care how it's prepared. As long as it's well cooked, we’re in. We just love bacon.

Breakfast is often had in a rush, and not as a family. On National Bacon Lovers Day, you can enjoy a group morning meal that honors one of our favorite cuts of meat.

Any reason to bring bacon to work is a reason to celebrate. Bacon is highly prized, and we can’t wait to share our love for it with our office family.

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hikari-ni-naritai · 1 year

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do prime numbers^^

curses, my crimes have come back to haunt me u_u

2. How old are you?

29! soon im going to be very old

3. When is your birthday?

march 2

5. What is your favorite color?

really depends on the current vibe but i do really like sky blue

7. Do you have any pets?

we've got 3 cats in the house. Little Boy, Little Girl, and Destiel Cannon Spanish Dub. technically theyre not 'mine' though theyre my brother's

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

uhhh i wanna say........ 3? i have the pair i actually wear, i have an old pair that i havent thrown out, and im PRETTY sure i have the cream converse i bought in college for my 10th doctor cosplay.

13. What talents do you have?

im pretty good at ff14 raiding. everything else is like. skills ive never been talented at but ive worked on for years.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

if this is like a 'who' as in an example of a person, i dont have an answer. but if its just describing someone, it has to be a girl who's nice to me, can spend a lot of time with me, and it needs to be an exclusive relationship. im a very fragile, very lonely, and very jealous person and ive learned that i cant compromise on these things or ill just get myself hurt over and over. beyond that, it would be good if shes a better person than i am so i have something to aim for. anything else is like, just unnecessary benefits? it would be nice if she'd raid with me, it would be nice if shes a redhead, but like. its fine if not.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

thats a hard question. i do wanna get married someday and i dont wanna just go sign a paper at the courthouse but i dont have any connection to the church anymore but i do like the idea of committing blasphemy by being a trans lesbian marrying a woman in a church. who knows. id probably just get married somewhere else.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

i dont think so!

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

with this obscenely dysphoric body? hell no

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

on my left side, wrapped around hanako daki lol

37. Favorite swear word?

huge fan of fuck, personally

41. Are you a good liar?

im SOOO bad at lying. unbelievably bad. i can hardly even say lies. ive learned to avoid telling the truth if necessary but even that im bad at.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

if ive got a script to read! i did a lot of accents when playing through ace attorney. cant guarantee they were good or accurate but like. i did them. EXTREMELY bad at german though. had to keep doing that for fucking klavier. awful time.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

the aforementioned 10th doctor cosplay for sure

53. Favorite foreign food?

there was a fuckin pasta stir fry i had in israel when i visited and it was the best thing ive ever eaten but i have no idea what it was or how to make it.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

both, im very impatient and i love biting

61. Do you sing to yourself?

i do!

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

if i had 50 blank spaces i could probably fill them. im not going to do it here tho.

71. What makes you nervous?

Basically Everything! people and strangers especially.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

less often than i used to! its very rarely appreciated or wanted so i dont.

79. Who was your first real crush?

ive talked about her a lot but it was this cute redheaded girl when i was in 8th grade. it did not go well! i was so so so bad at socialising in school and i freaked her out and she didnt like me. i have evidence that we became friends by late high school but all my memory of that disappeared when i went to college. she got married a few years back. shes still both my ideal gender and gf appearance.

83. How fast can you run?

im surprisingly fast when i need to be. my legs are the only part of my body that has any muscle mass in them. dont have much stamina though anymore.

89. Do you like your age?

the hell does this even mean lol. its okay i guess

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

i dont think so! no idea what my dad's side of the family got up to back in the day though.

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hikarichino · 1 year

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“When you left for Aaru... I couldn’t just... get over it. You were one of my closest friends, and not just because of Yugi. I was close to you... for you. I saw sides of you that Yugi didn’t have in America, even a side of you I thought I’d never see. We smiled, we cried, hell... we even fought each other. When you left, when Meguru left... I thought I was alone. Sure the others were there, but my two closest friends gone... like that...”

“And then I saw Yugi, and the others. How devastated they all were. Hell, I couldn’t bear to see them like that, even if I was feeling the same way. So I pushed those feelings aside and did what you said I do best: be there for them. Even if I was just in the background, I could make the group feel less alone.”

“During my senior year I buried myself in activity after activity after activity. Anything to keep me... busy. Keep my mind away from... things. I guess it was also my way to atone for what I’ve done to you all-- to you, most of all -- in America. I’d still see him in my dreams sometimes, just as I saw you.”

“When I graduated, I did odd jobs here and there. Anything to either pass time or keep my mind occupied. I’d study, look things up, anything mental. Figured if I just... wear my brain out it wouldn’t think about you, or Doma, or... anything. Just... fry it out. I’d see you in my head and begin to feel... something so I’d quickly push it away and do something else. Told myself I’d get used to it.”

“And then you came back. She came back.”

“You stayed with Yugi and Meguru housed with me. And... to be honest. I owe her a huge apology. The first night when you two came back... I let everything out at her. I yelled at her, I screamed at her. I had all these walls, everything was finally starting to get back at the status quo, and then here you are. Here you both are. I wanted to show what you were trying to show to Yugi: that I didn’t need to rely on you or her anymore. That I can stand on my own. But here I am, completely melting at the first sight of you two.”

“I’ve learned nothing! All this time I tried to move on and I couldn’t! I’m sorry...”

#The Light of The Earth: Hikari #her little 'letter' to Atem

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tipsycad147 · 8 months

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Plantain’s Medicinal Uses(& Salve Recipe)

While we’ve had temperatures in the 70’s this week already, I’ve been trying to scan the yards earlier in the mornings to check on all of our plants and forageables. This week, our Plantain is growing super fast so I thought this would be the perfect time to cover some more of the basics on Plantains uses. I’ve even included a simple Plantain Salve Recipe for you at the bottom of the Post.

(If you haven’t read it already, I made up a easy reference post on the medicinal and edible uses of 5 different Spring Weeds last year. Plantain is one of the plants on there.Check it out for a number of recipes and ideas to try; Find that post here.)

What is Plantain?

Plantago major,also known as the Broadleaf Plantain or White Man’s Foot Print,and Plantago lanceolata, known as Ribwort or Narrow Leaf Plantain are species of flowering plant in the plantain family Plantaginaceae.

This plant is native to North America, most of Europe and the Northern and Central portions of Asia. Plantain is a rather short plant, only growing to about 8 inches in height. It is also distinguished by it’s deep and parallel veined leaves and bright green color.

Plantain prefers to grow in areas with dry, or clay heavy compacted soil. Most times when Plantain shows up in your gardens, it’s a sign that the soil needs to be tilled and loosened. Many people view Plantain as a unsightly weed and try to kill it or mow them down constantly. If they knew how many uses there are, they would probably quickly change their tune.

Using Plantain for Food

Normally growing from Spring to Fall,both the leaves and seeds can be found and used. Use raw leaves in salad, or sautee for a stir-fry.( Works great for the bigger older leaves as they are a bit tougher in texture) Most times, anything you would use Spinach for, raw or cooked, Plantain can be used for as well. So next time you host a party, try a Plantain-Artichoke dip instead!

You can also make a tea and drink it, but most teas are used eternally for multiple ailments.

Plantain’s Medicinal Uses

If you have nothing else in your home medical apothecary kit, at least have plantain. It is so useful and beneficial on the homestead. We typically make plantain oil and use it straight up, however I would like to turn it into salve for a less messy application.

Plantain is considered a drawing and anti-inflammatory herb, as well as antimicrobial, antihemorage, mucilaginous and an expectorant.

You can crush(or chew) raw leaves and apply them to the skin for bug bites, bee stings(most common use), scratches and scrapes, and itchy rashy skin from poison ivy(or oak or sumac). This is commonly referred to as a Poultice.

A Oil or vinegar made with Plantain can be used for Sunburn.

When mixed with Apple Cider Vinegar, Plantain is nourishing and healthy when used as a hair rinse.

You can also use the leaves in tea or oil form for these, as well as rashes, light burns, ringworm, spider bites and hemorrhoids.

How We Use Plantain

We’ve used plantain oil on bruises, and cuts and I use it on my hands when I have a batch of arthritis in my knuckles flare up. Plantain is also good for heartburn, indigestion, ear infections and apparently IBS and Celiac issues.So for all the bumps and bruises that farming and general life bring, plantain is going to be your best friend.

Now that I’m a Homesteading Mom, I’ve used Plantain oil on Munchkin from her scraping her knee all the way to bug bites and itchy scalp. It’s literally the first oil I reach for when someone has an ailment, whether sore muscles or bumps,scrapes and cuts.

How to Make Your Own Plantain Oil and Plantain Salve

If you’ve been here before, you’ve probably seen me mention how to make your own infused oils before. But if not, no worries, it’s super easy to do.

Also, if you don’t have time to make infused oils now, you can always dry your herbs and save them for later as well!

Plantain Infused Oil

If there is any dirt, dust or debris on the leaves give them a rinse. Then let them air dry in a sunny window for a few hours.

Using a dehydrator, your oven or hanging them to dry(or even hanging them in a bag in your car!) you want to dry the plantain until it crumbles. This removes the water content in the leaf an prevents it from spoiling. Most dehydrators and oven will be ready in less than 24 hours. Hang drying(in a car or not) can take several days to a week until fully dry

Using your preferred method(scissors, herb scissors, knife or tearing) shred the plantain into 1/4 inch pieces(the smaller the better)

(Now is when you decide how long you want to wait)

Stove Top Infused Method

As we’ve started increasing our quantity of herbal oils, I alternate between this and the slow infused method so that i have multiple batches going.

Stove Top Instructions

Take a mason jar(or jars) and fill it no more than half way with your plant matter. Fill with your carrier oil of choice(almond,jojoba, sunflower, etc) but keep it under the head space of the lid in case it overflows. Place a towel or rack into the bottom of a stock pot or sauce pan.( Alternatively you could use a canning pot like we do.) Place your jars into the pot and fill the pot with water about halfway up the sides of the jars. Bring to a low simmer (if you boil it, you’ll fry the plants instead of infusing them.)

NOTE: I’ve seen numerous ways to do this so pick your preferred method.

Way#1

Simmer your jars for 2-3 hours,stirring the plants back under the oil periodically. You want to keep the pot uncovered to allow the water to escape the jars.

Turn off the pot and leave it sit until cool or overnight.

Strain, seal with lid and LABEL with oil, plant and date.

Way#2

When your pot starts to simmer, turn it off.

When the water has cooled, turn the pot back on and let it reach a low simmer again.

Repeat 3-4x times total

Let cool for 6 hours or overnight

Strain,jar and Label.

Using the Stove Top Method, while making your house warmer(an outdoor kitchen or turkey fryer makes a difference believe me!) will also speed up your infusion to less than 24 hours until use.

You can combine the two methods to get twice as much use out of your herbs as well. Make a batch with the Stove Top Infused method, and when you pull your oil out to use for making salve or lotion, top the jar off with fresh oil and let sit in the sun for 4-6 weeks.

Solar Infused or Slow Steep Method

Fill jar with plant matter.

Fill with Carrier Oil of choice.

Place a lid or a piece of cheesecloth with a rubber band(coffee filters work well too)

Place in a sunny place it wont get knocked over and let sit outside for 2 weeks.

Bring it inside and give it a stir, cover with a fresh lid and place in a shaded cool place for 2-4 more weeks.

If you don’t have a sunny place to keep your oils, you can keep it inside for the entire 4-6 weeks as well.

So now that you have your Plantain Oil, you can use it as is, or you can make a Plantain Salve. The Salve works well to make a less messy application or to gift to friends and family.

Plantain Salve Recipe

For this recipe you’re going to need:

Your Infused Plantain Oil(you can use other infused oils as well such as calendula, dandelion, violet or yarrow) Beeswax Essential Oils(optional)

If you are Vegan you can use these waxes as an alternative. Carnauba wax Soy wax Candelilla wax Carnauba wax Olive wax Rice Bran wax Sunflower wax

Plantain Salve

100g of Infused oil 15g of Beeswax( feel free to adjust according to properties of each wax or if you want a harder or softer salve) 30-50 drops of Essential Oil(2% Dilution Rate)

Using a Crock pot, Stove top or Double Boiler, Melt your wax until liquid. Add your infused oil and essential oils. Pour into preferred containers and Label.

Plantain(and Plantain Salve) is a Homesteader’s Best Friend!

Whether you have kids, pets, or are accident prone yourself, Plantain has so many first aid uses that benefit everyone. I highly recommend you add it to your home medicine kit. Feel free to check out our other posts on Medicinal Plants to see what else you may have missed.

If you don’t have Plantain in your area or don’t have the time to make it yourself; We will be carrying it in the Store here shortly.

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choccos-aaart · 10 months

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Part 0 - BEAR BROS PLAY MOTHER 3

GRIZZ'S ROOM - NIGHT

GRIZZ, PANDA and ICE BEAR stand by at the desk. Grizz is in the middle, manning the laptop. The screen displays the message from the fan-translation team of the game MOTHER 3 (2006).

GRIZZ Oh man, this is so exciting! We've never followed a game together in like so long.

PANDA Oh yeah! Oh, did you know this game isn't even available in America? How'd you even get this, li'l bro??

ICE Panda is not ready for that information.

PANDA Aw what?

GRIZZ Now as usual, I'm taking player one.

PANDA Dude, it's a single player game. We gotta take turns.

GRIZZ Whatever, I'm going first--

ICE *Shh* Ice Bear wants to concentrate on reading the text...

Silence.

PANDA You done yet?

GRIZZ C'mon, patience man!

PANDA Since when did you know anything about patience?

ICE Done. Let's go.

GRIZZ OH, OH, we can name the characters! Sweet!

PANDA "The younger twin brother. A gentle boy."

GRIZZ There's brothers? Hey, let's name them after us. That'd be so fun.

ICE Ice Bear only saw two brothers in the family picture.

GRIZZ Well, that's a bummer.

ICE Ice Bear also remembers seeing a dog in the family picture. He volunteers to be the dog.

PANDA Oh okay! I guess I'm this little guy, then.

Keyboard tapping from Panda.

GRIZZ Just "Panda"? Man, that's boring! "Pan-pan" is way better.

Keyboard tapping from Grizz.

GRIZZ There we go!

PANDA Alright, then that other kid should be you, then.

Keyboard tapping from Grizz.

PANDA Oh, we have a dad here. Any of you remember your dads' names?

GRIZZ Nah...

Ice Bear shakes his head.

GRIZZ Man, let's st pick "Don't care"

Keyboard tapping from Grizz.

GRIZZ And for our mom, too.

Keyboard tapping from Grizz.

PANDA That's some sweet names - Flint and Hinawa~ Aw...

ICE Look, the dog. "Brave and smart", just like Ice Bear.

Keyboard tapping from Ice Bear.

PANDA And our dream family is DONE! ... Huh? Favourite homemade food?

GRIZZ Lil Bro, your call!

ICE Ice Bear doesn't know. Randomly picked: "stir fry"

GRIZZ Thanks, bro!

Keyboard tapping from Grizz

GRIZZ Ah, the "favourite thing". Boys, it's time to discuss. Whose favourite thing is it? Or is it something we all like?

PANDA Hm... We've gotta make it meaningful. Something that's dear to our hearts. Oh! I know!

ICE Ice Bear recommends Panda doesn't look at himself for inspiration.

PANDA Aw come on, man!

Keyboard tapping from Grizz.

GRIZZ Done!

[I have no screenshot for what he wrote. It will be a surprise for later]

PANDA/ICE Huh?

GRIZZ Oh yeah.

PANDA Grizz, are you serious? (In amusement) What the heck is that?!

GRIZZ Come on, it'll be funny!

ICE Ice Bear approves.

PANDA Oh, fine, fine.

Keyboard tapping from Grizz.

GRIZZ Ju-ust doing some final set-ups, and... voila!

ICE "OK desu ka"

PANDA Welcome to the world of Mother 3...

GRIZZ Oh man, this music's AWESOME

ICE *Shh* Ice Bear wants to see the cinematic.

The cinematic continues.

Scene 1, tutorial at Alec's house.

GRIZZ Already so much in character! The number of times I had to get you up in the mornings like that is insane.

PANDA Shut up, man! As if venting your frustrations in your Crobar Jones films wasn't enough!

GRIZZ Don't be so embarrassed, baby bro, it's just us.

PANDA OMG... Our mom's so sweet! Reminding us to look handsome before we go out, making our favourite food, I almost wish she were real.

ICE Look for the dog.

GRIZZ Okay! ... Just farm animals, huh. Darn.

ICE Ice Bear is still optimistic.

GRIZZ Now, that's the spirit.

GRIZZ We're fighting dragons! That's awesome!

PANDA But they look so cute~

GRIZZ AW WHAT? It's turn based?

PANDA You don't like that?

GRIZZ Just not my style. You take over!

PANDA Okay, ...Man, you just need to learn to appreciate it.

ICE Ice Bear enjoys reading the text.

PANDA Aw.. I love our mom. That letter was so sweet...

He sniffles.

GRIZZ Bro, are you crying?

PANDA It just felt too real, especially the way she was talking about us...

GRIZZ Huh. ...Now I wish that were real, too.

ICE Ice Bear brought the tissues.

Panda blows his nose. Grizz, and eventually Ice Bear, grab a tissue, too.

PANDA Oh man, I'm so excited for the rest of this game. It seems so wholesome!

#Chocco's writing #We Bare Bears #MOTHER 3 #Fanfic #Grizzly Bear (WBB)#Panda Bear (WBB)#Ic Bear (WBB)

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