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fruitcoops · 7 months

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Opening your page always reminds me of Jules- and we haven't seen him in a while!! Can he come back in one of your fics soon ?

Jules <3 Always a legend, always beloved here. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove, Hattie belongs to me, and the cinnamon roll recipe is lifted directly from this video by Claire Saffitz on the NYT channel! Bon appetit!

“Hello MTV, and welcome to my crib.” Remus paused, then turned to Julian. “Do you understand that reference?”

“No.”

“That’s so depressing. Why are you so young?”

“Why are you so old?”

Remus wrinkled his nose and turned back to the camera. “Welcome to a new installment of Lion Pride’s baking series. I’m Remus Lupin, and I’m here today with my little brother to make everyone’s favorite breakfast food—”

“Pancakes.”

“—cinnamon rolls.” Remus frowned down at where his brother was kneeling on a stool and rocking gently back and forth. “You knew that. We practiced.”

Julian arched a brow at him. “My favorite breakfast food isn’t cinnamon rolls.”

“Not everything is about you.” A light poke to his forehead made Julian stick his tongue out. Remus stifled a smile. “You ready?”

“To eat a spoonful of icing? Duh.”

“We’ll get there eventually.” Remus pulled a large ceramic bowl from the collection of dishware to his left; the pattern was faded around the rim from years of use, but the bowl itself was shiny and clearly cared-for. “Alright,” he began. “I’m not a huge baker, but Jules and I grew up with Saturday cinnamon rolls, so this is a bit of a family recipe. Someone is probably going to type it up for you guys since my handwriting is iffy—”

“Literally unreadable,” Julian coughed.

“Shut up. The recipe will be somewhere on the Lion Pride website, or linked in the description below. In the meantime, we’re going to do a step-by-step demonstration for anyone who would like to try this at home. Milk?”

Julian passed the half-gallon over before looking to the camera. “This recipe is also going to be on our mom’s Instagram, if you look up ‘baking with Hope’. All one word, no caps.”

Remus snorted as he measured the milk into a pan waiting on the stovetop. “Nice. Love the shameless plug.”

“I made a bet with Dad that she’d have more followers than you by the end of the year.”

“Of course you did.” Remus shook his head, but it was more fond than anything. “We’re measuring a cup of milk into a pot on the stove, and then we’re going to warm it up until there are tiny bubbles on the sides.”

“That’s called a simmer, for anyone watching,” Julian informed the camera.

“It’s called bubbles, for the rest of us plebians.”

“What’s a plebian?”

“You.” Remus took a whisk from a small bowl on the side and stirred gently. “Timing for this step kind of depends on your stove, so just keep an eye out and make sure it doesn’t burn. We’re going to keep the milk at the small bubble stage—”

“Simmering.”

“—for….a minute? Ish?” He shrugged. “Until it steams. Then we’ll turn the heat off and measure out a third of a cup.”

Julian pushed his elbows onto the countertop, leaning over to watch. “You should tell the people we’re doing this at night.”

“What? Oh, yeah, this is an overnight thing. It’s currently…” Remus squinted to something off-screen. “Just before eight in the evening. We’re going to let the dough rest overnight, then finish in the morning.”

“We’re staying over for the P-L-A-Y-O-F-F’s,” Julian said. They reached down to knock on the cabinets in unison with near-identical grins.

“We deserve some cinnamon rolls.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Ew, don’t swear on camera.”

“That’s not swearing.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and gave a threatening shake of the whisk. “If you drop a swear word right now, I’m hitting you with this. That’s a promise.”

“You’re the one that taught me all the swear words!”

“So not true.” Remus stirred the milk once more, tapping the whisk gently on the side of the pot. “Dad is responsible for at least half. Okay, this has been bubbling for a little while, so I’m going to turn the heat off and pour about a third of a cup into the bowl over here. Then Jules is going to add some flour to the main pot and give it a stir.”

Julian took the whisk from him with unbridled glee and dumped the flour in; Remus held the pot handle for him while he mixed, still leaning on the countertop to adjust for height. “It’s getting thicker,” Julian noted with a glance at the camera. “It’s kinda like…paste? Or Nutella.”

Remus’ mouth twitched with a smile. “Nutella is a paste.”

“Nutella is a butter.”

“It’s literally hazelnut and chocolate paste.”

“Butter is just milk paste.”

“That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me,” Remus laughed. “God. Okay. Once your milk and flour looks thick like this, you’re going to add it to the big bowl with the other milk in it and add some cold water so your rolls aren’t messed up.”

“That was so scientific,” Julian said dryly.

“This is a lot of criticism from a kid that doesn’t even like cinnamon rolls.”

“I like them. They’re just not my favorite.”

“Then you’re lame, and I don’t want to hear it.” Remus clapped his hands on either side of the bowl and looked into the lens. “Wow, this is going to take forever. I’m not a baker. Bear with me. We’re adding three eggs to the bowl and whisking that, which I’m going to do because I don’t trust people under the age of twelve with raw egg.”

Julian narrowed his eyes. “I’m coming back here in three days and cracking very egg you own.”

Remus smiled. “Happy almost-birthday. Anyway, the bowl is mostly cool now, so we’re going to add all that flour in here—yep, thanks, bud—and then a half-packet of yeast so it gets fluffy.”

“Why isn’t Sirius doing this? He’s better at baking than you are.”

“Wow.”

“He is!”

“You’re not getting a single bite of this frosting.”

“Don’t hide from the truth.”

Remus shook his head at the camera. “This was supposed to be a cute family bonding video. I’m going to mix this now, because apparently I suck at any kind of baking more complicated than that.”

“I didn’t say that, I just asked why Sirius isn’t doing the stuff he likes doing.”

Remus turned the hand-mixer to a lower, quieter setting and rested his hip against the edge of the counter. “How often does Sirius voluntarily get in front of a camera?”

Julian inhaled, then faltered with a grimace. “Hmm. Yeah. Never mind. He’s still better at it than you are.”

“You’re still not getting frosting.” Remus clicked the mixer a notch higher. “We’re keeping this at a pretty low setting so the dough stays soft, and we’re only going to let it run until the dough is one big lump. Now that that’s together, we’re turning the mixer off and covering the bowl with a towel for about five minutes while we get our sugar, salt, and softened butter ready.”

The camera cut briefly; when it returned, Julian was scraping fine crystals off the countertop into a towel Remus was holding over the edge. “Slight problem,” Julian said through a laugh. “Uh, we got a little bit excited about the sugar.”

“Oh, god, it’s getting all over the floor—” Remus straightened slightly and whistled. “Hattie! Treats!”

The house was silent for a moment before the sound of skittering paws reached the camera. Both Remus and Julian broke into wide grins, and Julian dusted his hands onto the floor so he could reach down and pet the pointed ears just barely visible over the counter edge. “Hi, baby,” he cooed, leaning over until he was mostly out of frame. “Aw, little vacuum cleaner. Is sugar bad for dogs?”

“She has eaten so much worse.” The inky tip of Hattie’s tail was the happiest metronome in the world while Remus dumped a small container of salt and sugar into the dough. “We’re going to blend this until the dough gets stretchy instead of lumpy, still on low speed, and—hi, honey, I don’t have anything in my pockets. I promise. No, you can’t eat my keys. There’s definitely still some stuff on the floor for you, though.”

A black nose appeared by Julian’s knee and he giggled as it wandered down the side of his pants, honing in on each pocket. Hattie sneezed when she reached his sock and gave the hem of his pantleg a light nibble. Julian beamed up at Remus. “Can I bring her home with me?”

“If you steal my dog, I’m donating you to Goodwill. Okay, this is going to go for about twenty minutes and they’re definitely going to speed that up in editing, so here’s the rundown: mix this for 20 minutes, add your butter in tablespoon chunks, mix it until the dough is soft, then let it sit on your counter for an hour before putting it in the fridge.”

“Why don’t we just put it right in the fridge?”

“Because the yeast would die.”

Julian’s eyes went wide. “Yeast is alive?”

The kitchen was much brighter when the video returned—the new camera angle allowed sunlight to stream in through the side window unhindered, as well as giving an unobstructed view of Hattie on the floor by Remus’ slipper-clad feet. Her yawn squeaked, pink tongue lolling, but her full attention was fixed on the activity above.

“It’s about eight in the morning now, hence the pajamas,” Remus informed the camera. “I took the dough out of the fridge about ten minutes ago, and you can see it’s close to doubled in size.”

Julian gave the bowl a mournful look. The cowlick on the side of his head matched Remus’ with frightening accuracy. “How long is this going to take?”

“You can go back to sleep once it goes in the oven. We’re going to do the filling right now, though.” Remus held a hand out; Julian passed him a crinkly plastic cracker sleeve. “These are airplane cookies. Or biscotti, or whatever the fancy name is. They have cinnamon roll spices in them because I’m too lazy to track down all the individual bottles from the spice cabinet this early. You can probably find them in the recipe. I don’t know. You can crush them in a food processor if you want to wake up your entire family, or you can just use a rolling pin.”

Remus set the sleeve of cookies on the countertop and handed over the rolling pin—one half-started “wait” and an enormous THUD later, both of them were frozen, staring at the ruptured end of the plastic sleeve where shards of cinnamon cookie had burst forth.

“Oops,” Julian whispered.

“Or,” Remus began. “You can give your little brother a rolling pin and kill two birds with one stone.”

“…my bad.”

Remus glanced at the ceiling. They were silent for a handful of seconds. “Honestly, dude, I don’t think anyone noticed.”

Julian muffled a laugh in the crook of his elbow and Remus turned away for a moment to compose himself, filling the kitchen with quiet snickering as Hattie cleaned up the few crumbs that had fallen onto the floor by her paws. Finally, Julian picked up the rolling pin and began gingerly crushing the rest of the cookies. “I’m gonna keep going until it’s kinda powdery, I think.”

“Good plan.” Remus shot a quick, small smile at the camera while he watched Julian work, brow creasing with the effort. “We’ve got a stick and a half of soft butter here when you’re ready.”

It didn’t take long; Julian carefully poured the crushed cookie into a bowl and folded the butter through with a faintly rainbow-tinted spatula. Remus took a pan from the ever-shrinking pile of dishes beside them and lined it with parchment paper, ripping the edges so they would fold nicely in the corners.

“Kay.” Julian tilted his head at the filling and nodded. “It’s smooth.”

“Sick. Scootch over, I’ll roll this out.” Remus tossed a small handful of flour onto the countertop before dumping the dough out, dropping a playful elbow to Julian’s side. “Ope, sorry.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Whatever. We’re going to make this into a rectangle so it’s easier, and it should be fine for rolling because it was in the fridge all night. I’m going to flatten this until it’ll fit in the pan. It’ll be…an inch thick? Half an inch, maybe? And then Jules, you’re gonna spread the filling over it.”

Julian frowned. “We’re cooking it flat?”

“What? Why would we do that?”

“You said it should be the length of the pan.”

“Yeah, so that all the pieces will fit.”

“Oh. That makes more sense.”

“We’re not making cinnamon pita.”

Julian tipped his head back and forth. “Doesn’t sound bad, actually.”

“You’re eleven, you’re basically a garbage disposal.”

“I’m basically twelve.”

“Three days.”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Despite the back-and-forth, Julian tucked himself close to Remus’ side while Remus rolled the dough into an even rectangle, and spread the filling across it with intense focus. “Leave a little space on the sides to roll it up,” Remus suggested gently. Julian’s tongue poked out at the corner as he scraped the edge clean and gave a last sweep with the spatula before leaning away.

“Good?”

“Perfect.” Remus loosened the edge closest to him and began to roll it up with steady, methodical hands. “You want to go slow with this part, or else it won’t spiral. And once we get it to the end here, we’re going make sure it’s all nice and even before cutting. Uh, I’m using unflavored dental floss right now because that’s what I have, but you can use string or whatever. If you use a knife, you might squish the inside and get a wonky shape.”

“Dad uses fishing line.”

“Mhmm.” Their concentrated frowns matched while Remus slid the floss beneath the roll and wrapped it around, allowing the floss to slice cleanly through the dough. Julian buried a yawn in Remus’ shoulder and gave a slow, sleepy blink. Once the rolls were cut, they filled the parchment-lined pan to the edges. Remus cracked his knuckles and looked up at the camera. “We’re going to take a quick breakfast break while these double in size, and I’ll put them in the oven at 350 degrees for 15 minutes after that. We’ll see you for the frosting!”

“Your TV voice is weird.”

“Your TV voice is weird,” Remus mimicked, prodding him until Julian hopped off his stool with a laugh. “Go eat your Cheerios.”

The video sped through their break—Remus collected a few items from the fridge and returned to the counter to mix a handful of ingredients into a bowl. The pan steamed, the coffeepot bubbled, and Hattie waited dutifully by his side for her allotted bits of ham, hand-fed alongside a few Cheerios from Julian. The rolls went in and came out without a fuss as Remus finished the scramble and smiled to someone off-screen.

“Frosting,” he announced when the video returned to normal speed. “Super easy. Cream cheese, powdered sugar, vanilla. Mix it up, then add a stick of butter, because this recipe is delicious and also personally clogs your arteries. Jules, touch the rolls for me.”

“Why?”

“To check if they’re cooled down.”

“But they might be hot.”

“Right, which is why I’m making you do it.”

Julian scrunched his nose at him, but gave the rolls a tentative poke. “They’re fine.”

“Sweet.” Remus tugged the pan to the middle of their workspace and scooped a lump of frosting into the center. Overall, it kept its shape as he slathered it to each edge and corner. Julian gave an expectant look; Remus paused, but scraped the last bits off the sides of the bowl and handed the laden spatula to him with an affectionate roll of his eyes. “Don’t tell mom.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jules said around a mouthful of thick sugar.

Remus pushed the rolls toward the camera with a smile that dimpled one cheek. “That’s all for today, folks. Hope you enjoyed making cinnamon rolls with us, or at least enjoyed seeing the real star of the show—”

“Me.”

“—Hattie. Make sure to tune in for our home game in Gryff tomorrow night!"

#remus lupin #julian lupin #hattie #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #social media #baking #lion pride #fluff

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hymemena · 7 months

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Trials in Tainted Space Transformative Items Magic Anons

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs. These are taken from the game Trials In Tainted Space. Inspired by this meme by @sunbun-memes.

CW: General NSFW, Heats, Ruts, Transformation

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Amazona Iced Tea - Increases breast size, height, and/or muscle tone in female-identifying individuals.

Amber Seed - Grants the consumer avian attributes. If consumer is feline, the amber seed will change them into a griffin. If consumer is equine, the amber seed will turn them into a hippogriff. If consumer is a naga or similar snake-like being, the amber seed will change them into a quetzalcoatl.

Bovinium - A small bottle labeled "Bovinium" that contains a small, cow-shaped gummy candy. Grants the consumer cowgirl attributes. If consumer has a penis, their penis will shrink. If the consumer has breasts, their breasts will go and begin to lactate if not already lactating.

Breeder's Bliss - Induces heat or rut in the consumer.

Cackler - A chocolate bar filled with crisped rice. The front of the wrapper has the name spelled out in big, blocky letters. Grants the consumer hyena attributes.

Canine Popper - Grants the consumer canine attributes. If consumer does not already have a tail, the canine popper will cause one to grow. If consumer has a penis, it will become a knotted canine penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will become a canine vagina.

Capraphorm - A small, disposable inhaler full of something called “Capraphorm.” It is blank white in appearance with a black silhouette of what appears to be a goat above the mouthpiece. Grants the consumer caprine attributes. If consumer does not have hooves, they will gain hooves. If consumer does not have horns, they will grow horns.

Catnip - Grants the consumer feline attributes. If consumer has a penis, it will be transformed into a barbed feline penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will become a feline vagina. Accidental or intentional overdose will cause the consumer to become a cattaur.

Chocolac - Causes the consumer to lactate chocolate milk upon consumption.

Dicksprout - Causes user's penis to grow larger. In some cases, causes user to grow an additional penis.

Dose of Soak - Effective only on those who possess a vagina. Will dramatically enhance lubrication and sensitivity of the consumer's vagina.

Dumbfuck Pill - Causes the consumer to become a himbo or a bimbo, depending on gender identity.

Goblinola Snack Bar - A snack bar that is gaudily advertised on its plastic wrap as a tasty, healthy treat. Grants the consumer goblin attributes. Will cause taller folk to become as short as three feet six inches.

Horse Pill - Grants the consumer equine attributes. If consumer has a penis, it will be transformed into an equine penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will be transformed into an equine vagina. May cause the consumer to become a centaur.

Illumorpheme - Grants the user moth attributes. If user does not have wings or antennae, illumorpheme will cause them to manifest. Lemon

Loftcake - A lemon cake roll designed to dramatically increase the consumer's height to a maximum of 120 inches.

Lion-Os - Grants the user lion attributes. If user is female-aligned, can cause the growth of a second row of breasts.

Lip Tease - Allows the user to shrink or enlarge their lips, as well as change their lips' natural color.

Mousearella Cheese - A cheesy snack covered in a thin plastic wrapper with the image of a cartoon mouse nibbling on an oversized wedge of Swiss cheese. Grants the consumer mouse attributes. Will shrink taller individuals down to a maximum of 60 inches tall, and cause the growth of mouse ears and tail.

New Ewe - Grants the consumer sheep attributes. This includes a thick layer of fluffy wool, and the growth of ram horns in male-identifying consumers.

Ovilium - Causes the consumer to become pregnant with eggs.

Pandaneen Pill - Grants the consumer panda attributes.

Pussyblossom Pill - Causes the consumer to grow a vagina. Maxes out at three.

Shark Bites - This is a simple white pack containing three brown coloured jerky-esque bits. Grants the consumer shark attributes. Consumers will gain scales and shark markings, as well as gills.

Strawberry Shortcake - A strawberry cake roll that dramatically reduces the consumer's height to a minimum of 48 inches.

Swineapple - Grants the consumer swine attributes. If consumer has a penis, it will be transformed into a swine penis. If consumer has a vagina, it will be transformed into a swine vagina. Will also cause consumer to grow a corkscrew tail.

Tittyblossom - Grants user enlarged breasts. Has also been known to reduce muscle tone and increase femininity.

Virection - Causes the consumer's penis to grow larger, with a maximum size of thirty inches long. May also result in the consumer growing another penis, up to a maximum of ten.

Zil Ration - These are dried rations appear to be made from local fruits and plant nectars. Grants the consumer bee attributes. Often results in lactation of honey in female-identifying consumers, and honey cum in all consumers.

#roleplay memes #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay starters #writing prompts #nsft meme #nsft rp meme #nsft roleplay meme

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clovermarigold · 6 months

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Smoke & Ice Headcannons- Happy edition

Ok so doubling down might not have been the best idea. I am writing this at gun point now. So, enjoy I guess.

pt.1 pt.2

Being the middle child, he had the most free time to himself, his father doting on Tomas, and his mother on Bi han. This is what led him to become such great friends with Harumi.

Was made fun of endlessly by Bi han for his obvious crush on Harumi. Tomas said it was sweet and that she would make an amazing sister.... He preferred Bi han's teasing.

In the past two head cannons I've stressed that he was not his parents' priority, but they still loved him and spent time with him. After Harumi had expressed her love of tea, Kuai Liang tried to adopt this love, so, he turned to his father, who could never be seen relaxing without a good cup.

He bonded with his mom by cooking, contrary to what everyone else would think, he is a very good cook. The majority of the clans moon cakes are his mother's recipe, and a good half were made by him.

Though the brothers are different and tend to get into arguments regularly, that is standard brother behavior. And up until the betrayal they had their good moments. So here are some sibling style antics they've gotten into.

Bi han makes an unhealthy amount of 'milk' jokes to Tomas. Both in the sense of Tomas being super white, but also... his father didn't come back with the milk.

Both Bi han and Tomas make fun of how Kuai Liang sits.

Kuai Liang got fed up with how one sided the fights were between his two brothers, so he taught Tomas the art of, "I'm not in your room" (standing in the doorway).

What he did not account for was Bi han beating the absolute shit out of his brother for it. The three of them ended up cleaning the dojo for a month after their dad found Tomas on the floor crying, while Kuai Liang and Bi han tried to shut him up and tell him he was ok.

Bi han lunging at Kuai Liang after he walked in on him confessing that he did care for Tomas to their mother.

The three of them getting grounded after getting caught trying to sneak out because Tomas told them about a honey cake, he grew up with in Prague called a meldovnik.

Bi han will head lock Kuai Liang and force him to take back saying he was a pushover.

Kuai Liang will make Tomas feel so guilty and tell him he definitely hit Madam Bo WAY to hard.

(Dressing the brothers in matching clothes)

Mom: aww you look just like your brother

Kuai Liang: shit

Bi han: ew

Tomas: 😢

His first roll was a middle school play rendition of the wizard of oz... he was a tree.

He's a huge cat person, but after he found out Kenshi was allergic to them, he bought a pet rabbit saying it 'reminds me of you'.

At first Kenshi didn't care for it but after waking up to a warm fluffy lump on his chest he caved. Johnny gave him the power to name it... he regrets that decision every day of his life.

And so may I introduce the mascot of the mkcu, the rabbit that can be found sleeping on the director's chair in-between takes of every shoot, Kris.... (Ex wife's name with a 'k')

He's starting to regret dating this asshole.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #bi han #kuai liang #scorpion #smoke and ice #shirai ryu #smoke #johnny cage x kenshi takahashi #johnshi #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #bi han x reader #smoke x reader

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fourlittleocto · 7 months

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We all know Dew is lactose intolerant (can't have milk or cheese or ice cream), but tiny Dew doesn't. 1272 words. There's a couple big words but I think littles should be able to read it.

mentioned under the cut: a quick kiss, the littles eat ice cream, tummy aches, use of padding/soakers (i just learned of this term im sorry), and a quick mention of german mountain bc lets be honest all of out little ghoul ideas come from @tinymoon-beam and their wonderful brain.

When Mountain walks into the common room after a long day, it’s a relief to see Rain and Phantom sitting on the floor, surrounded by their toys which have been abandoned for the ice cream quickly melting into soup in their bowls. He gives Swiss, who’s watching over them, a quick kiss, which is followed by a chorus of ews from the littles and starts trying to help him pick up the scattered plastic dinosaurs so no one trips.

“Stop!” Rain yells, abandoning his ice cream on the coffee table and using his body to shield Mountain from the toys. “You can’t take these ones, we’re playing with them.” He puts his hands on his hips like a superhero, protecting his loyal dinosaur citizens.

“Yeah, we’re playing!” Phantom echoes, also stumbling over to Mountain and then realizing someone needs to stop Swiss too and dances around their dino town to keep him from picking anything else up.

“I just want you to be safe Rainbowfish,” Mountain rumbles, addressing the two by their combined nickname. Rain and Phantom are impossible to separate when they’re dropped, so coming up with a nickname for both of them at the same time was just easier than having to say ‘Phantom and Rain’ over and over again, and everyone had fallen in love instantly when Aether suggested Rainbowfish. He lifts Rain over his shoulder and bounces him around to make the little water ghoul laugh.

“Stop it!” Phantom yells, abandoning Swiss to pull on Mountain’s tail and try to help their friend down. Mountain picks them up too, though a little less smoothly. He almost falls over when Phantom starts flailing against him, but the laughs make it worth it.

The clatter of plastic on wood stops everyone, pulling Mountain’s attention to where Dew, who seemingly came out of nowhere but must have been playing with the littles since he’s clearly dropped too (judging by his bear onesie and plushie held tight in his fist), is staring at Rain’s ice cream bowl, now empty and sitting upside down on the rug.

Dew turns wide eyes up to Mountain. The earth ghoul groans seeing the melting ice cream running down his chin and pressed into the soft fabric around his neck. Carefully, he throws Phantom and Rain on the couch and starts after Dew. The tiny fire ghoul starts giggling and butt-scooting away, trying to make a break for it. Luckily, Mountain’s long legs let him catch up before he can get very far.

"I'm sorry Mountain, I should have been watching him closer. Want me to handle it?" Swiss offers.

"I got it." Mountain shakes his head. "You just keep them out of trouble." He can't keep the smirk off his face anymore as the two ghouls on the couch yell in protest.

"We're not trouble!" Rain pouts.

"Yeah, you started it!" Phantom adds. Rain nods aggressively and pulls Phantom in his arms. They giggle and hug Rain back, which quickly turns into a wrestling match over who loves the other more. Swiss gives Mountain a little smile that says I got this, so Mountain waves goodbye, and with one last glance towards his Rainbowfish, rearranges Dew to sit more comfortably on his hip and makes his way to his room.

They almost make it, but Dew's arms tighten around Mountain's neck and he buries his face further into Mountain's chest. The hood of his little onesie with the bear ears poking out of the top hides his face completely. The new angle means Mountain feels more than hears Dew's groan.

"I know baby," he mumbles into the soft fabric on top of Dew's head, hushing him soothingly. "You weren't supposed to eat that ice cream, huh?" Dew picks up his heavy head as much as he can just to slam it back into Mountain's shoulder. His little horns poke him through the bear hood, but Mountain ignores the pain as he pushes open the door and gets Dew situated in his nest. Dew immediately flops over so he can better smell Mountain in the sheets, grabbing at the blanket and weakly trying to pull it over him. When he realizes that’s not going to work, he switches to rubbing his bunny plushy across his face, breathing heavily.

"One second Bubba," Mountain calls over his shoulder from his closet, grabbing a change of clothes for them both, crocheted padding that Sunshine made for him, and a pacifier to replace the one Swiss gave him that got lost under the couch somewhere in his tirade for a sweet treat. Dew starts to whine and cry, which only gets louder as Mountain turns back around and he sees the soakers in his hands. He tries to hide himself under the blankets but he's not strong enough to get it over his head, just rolling and thrashing around.

Mountain hurries over, leaving the padding on the lip of the nest to cradle Dew and coax the pacifier into his mouth before it can turn into a full-on temper tantrum. He hums and rocks the little fire ghoul until Dew takes the pacifier and grabs onto Mountain's shirt. His eyes start to blink heavily, already tired just from the little outburst.

"Stay awake for me Kleines Feuer, just for a minute," Dew starts to thrash, remembering what Mountain is about to put on him, but he's too tired to put up a real fight. He whines around his paci anyway, to make sure Mountain knows he's unhappy.

Mountain carefully starts to work off his onesie. His low, rumbly singing fills the air and keeps Dew calm enough to let him get the little ghoul redressed, with an extra layer of protection and an ice cream-free onesie this time. "Just in case. You know ice cream doesn't agree with your tummy lovebug," he whispers to Dew, laying a kiss on his forehead as he pulls the bee hood up over his head once again. The little antenna flop into Dew’s face. He lets the pacifier drop out of his mouth and babbles while he weakly pushes at Mountain. The earth ghoul chuckles.

"How about we do blanket burrito? Will that make you like me again?" Dew's eyes widen once again. He nods as much as he can and claps around his bunny, a happy little giggle bubbling out of him. "Ok, Let me get it ready." He stands and lifts Dew to sit on the edge of the nest, laying Dew's favorite blanket out flat and helping Dew crawl himself into the middle of it. He gets Dew into the right spot with his bunny held tightly to his chest, then gets to work wrapping him up in the blanket. The pressure helps relax both his mind and his upset tummy, and he seems calmer as soon as Mountain's done. Now that Dew is contained, he quickly changes into his own PJs before crawling back into the nest behind his little blanket purr-ito. And he lives up to that name, a small, broken purr coming from the roll of blanket and fire ghoul.

Mountain gets Dew positioned on top of him, the little ghouls back to his chest so he can rub softly at Dew's aching tummy. Dew's face screws up as he fights off another round of discomfort. Mountain shushes him gently, using his other hand to grab blindly for the forgotten pacifier, work it gently into Dew's mouth, and rub away the tension in his forehead. He still sings his song, making sure Dew falls asleep before moving a muscle, and even then it's just to reposition them so he can sleep too.

#regressed ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #little dew #CG moutain #ghost band fanfic #octo presents #octo sfw

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tbcanary · 5 months

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arrowfam week day seven: birthday!

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“This isn’t what it looks like!” Mia shouts. She throws both hands out, a flimsy attempt at trying to keep Ollie out of the room.

“You know, kid, that actually doesn’t make me feel better,” Ollie says.

From behind her comes Roy’s voice, only a little raspy. “Back off, old man!”

Ollie leans forward to peer around Mia, but she shifts to block him. He catches a glimpse of white, a shock of blonde hair, but that’s it.

“Connor?” he tries. “Connor, what are you up to in there?”

Connor’s the weak link. He’d crack, if not for the sharp whip of Emiko’s words undercutting Ollie’s orders with a deathly, “Don’t say a word.”

“Um!” Connor tries. “Weren’t you supposed to be out with Dinah?”

Yes. He had been, actually, on a lovely boat ride with Dinah through the harbor on a boat loaned from someone or another. It had been a hell of a birthday present right up til they managed to find some assholes dumping their trash into the water.

Ollie had trudged through the door to the house an hour later covered in oil and plastic cling, and Dinah had marched her way up to the shower with very clear instructions not to follow.

Cue, the kitchen. Which he can’t help but notice seems to smell an awful lot like smoke.

“Was there a fire?” he presses. “Lian okay?”

“Lian is on a mission with Rose,” Mia answers, “so she’s fine. Obviously. Because we’re all fine.”

“Fit as a fiddle?” Roy tries.

“I don’t believe any of this, for the record,” Ollie shoots back. “But given I’ve been on the wrong end of a dumpster and I smell worse than the laundry baskets, I’ll let it slide. For now. Don’t burn the house down.”

He points this last comment directly at Mia, who grins and offers a mocking salute in his direction. She waits until Ollie starts to walk away to turn around and walk back into the kitchen, presenting a perfect opportunity.

Ollie hurries into the kitchen before any of them can try to stop him again. And, almost immediately, he feels like he’s been hit by a shipping crate. Again.

The counters are covered in flour and sugar. Batter is on the fridge, the ceiling, and all four of his kids are gathered around the counter where a slightly singed cake sits on a stand.

Emiko is carefully applying a thin layer of green icing. But the rest are looking directly at him, a mixture of annoyed and sheepish, and a careful nudge from Connor makes Emi stop her work and look at him, too.

“Happy birthday, Dad,” Roy offers with a shrug. And then, “Don’t worry. We’ll do the dishes.”

Ollie finds himself with a lump in his throat and a burning sensation in the corners of his eyes. He won’t cry, damn it; it’s just the flour, or something.

“Did I win the lottery, or what?” he asks, walking forward to wrap all four of them in a hug.

“Ew, gross,” Emiko groans.

Mia wrinkles her nose. “Why do you smell like spoiled milk?”

“Oh, don’t run it,” Ollie mutters, whacking the back of her head.

#arrowfam week #arrowfam #arrowfam week 2023 #fic.tb

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jmdbjk · 2 months

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Sooo, Tae's Fri(end)s...

...here's my mind-numbing ramble about it.

In the teaser short film: Images of an apple, alphabet cereal (SIREN), crossword puzzle with the word "feed", glass of milk?, the word "dine" made of ice? (I see no "dumpling" here. Where's the dumpling?) Not looking good for Vmin-ers. Again.

Along with upside down "friends", and the newspaper headline that seems to read: "...ationship becomes eternal by e..." and you can't see the entire thing but the next word created by red thread is "desire".

The red thread being pulled undone.... Red thread of fate which supposedly means: The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined partner.

But the red thread is broken and we end up with just the word "end".

Sooooo.... let's extrapolate (come up with plausible explanations from what we know):

APPLE: friends>end>friends>dead

CROSSWORD (left-handed person): 35 across = feed

BLACK MAGNETIC POWDER (commonly used for fingerprinting): friends>end

BLACK BALLOONS: friends>end

FLASHCARDS: upside down friends>right side up end (Stranger Things?) and then the words flashing

ALPHABET CEREAL: siren>end

GLASS OF MILK with fingers in it (ew?): friends>end

ICE: dine

CROSSWORD with one word (again a left-handed person): 1 across = end

NEWSPAPER STORY (front page?) with image of what looks like Tae in a dark room: apparent heading of the article: "relationship that becomes eternal by end of ___(fill in the blank)___"

It's a love song so perhaps the heading says something like "relationship that becomes eternal by end of wedding vows"

The subheading appears to be the same words used in the initial Weverse notice about the release of Layover: "... in total - five tracks and a bonus track. To fully appreciate the album’s flow, we recommend listening to it in sequence from start to finish."

RED THREAD on white fabric: the word "desire" which remains embroidered and the word "friends" which is pulled apart to leave only "end."

FRIENDS END FRIENDS DEAD FEED FRIENDS END FRIENDS END FRIENDS END SIREN END FRIENDS END DINE END DESIRE FRIENDS END

I have no idea what that means.

The colors...

Pink... it was pink with white text at first but then a broken phone is in the mix (makes me think about all that photo-leaking mess when we first got wind of Tae and Jennie) ... and now Pink... and black... HMMMMMMM... black and pink... hmmmmm?

iPhones are notoriously difficult to hack these days. I wonder if one of the photo leakers is one of the subjects of the photos... just sayin'...

Could this "love song in the Pop Soul R&B genre," as it is described, be about, you know... Jennie? Black... pink... I know what we've heard but seriously... who really knows anything? Not I. But I have eyes and a brain.... that over thinks.

The funniest thing is if any of his solos or especially the cult show up at the party event and adhere to the dress code... HAH! Tae, you clever little devil.

Release date: March 15 which is not White Day in Korea but more historically infamously known as the Ides of March. Is the song about Brutus and Julius Caesar? Friendship gone wrong? Maybe that's too plebian of me... anyway...

So I will be here waiting to find out if Fri(end)s is another invigorating song that will let us experience the full breadth of Tae's charms just as Seven was described as the full breadth of Jungkook's charms... *ahem*... or if it's something completely different. We'll see!

#taehyung #fri(end)s #pink and black #broken phones #its a mystery #i heard the full breadth of tae's charms is quite substantial #that's what i heard...

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pjo-obsessed-nerd · 4 months

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OMG JULIAN RICHINGS IS EVERYWHERE I LOVE THIS MAN

He's so creep, but he's so good

HAH ANNABETH COMING IN CLUTCH

Percabeth power couple, yes pls

"It's either the realm of the dead, or someone left a carton of milk in there in to 1990's" nah, but that's the fastest way to make me gag about a smell I can't smell 🤣

THE RED RUBBER BALL

"No one comes baaaaaack" I love this man so much ❤

"I just think it's safer if I'm not the one holding them all." That's fair. ya know, as someone who drops her phone regularly, that's relatable.

Those pearls sound ✨ c r u n c h y ✨

IT'S THE SCENE - BABY PERCY 😭😭😭 aww my baby I just want to hug him. I can see it now, I'm gonna bawl like a baby in a few mins

"Not in Kansas...", "Hey, focus, we left Kansas four days ago." Reminder she hasn't seen a movie, points for continuity ❤

Grover squeezing that ball omg

Poor Grover, it's ok 😭

"Only suckers wait in line" 🤣🤣

"You're not dead.", "I mean, we're all dying... To some extent." He's a comedian 🤣

The silent whistle admittedly gave me chills; I can just see the horror on Annabeth's face. CERBIE!!!!

Run

CERBERUS LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG HE'S EVEN MORE GORGEOUS THAN I IMAGINED AHHH

GROVER NO

i just screamed a little... Oh, my sister is gonna cry

aww, Cerbies TOO cute, the little whines omg I'm gonna DIE. Annabeth giving him scratchies aww even though she's terrified. Percy is impreased

I am a Rottweiler lover at heart, so I'm just obsessed with Cerberus I'm not sorry

OH GROVER EW; Thank god he's okay

Oh, ik how they get separated I bet 😭 JUMP SCARE OH

Aww Annabeth threw him the ball such a good puppy omg

Is. Is Cerberus wearing a leather jacket? Or is that leather armor? I can't tell 🤣

Annie lore drop 🥲 grovers so impressed tho

IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED AHH

"I think it's... It's in the dog." His name is Cerbie. /jk

Percy, baby, what did you draw that upset someone so much? He's just a BABY. I WILL FIGHT THIS HEADMASTER TOOTH AND NAIL IT'S A PEGASUS SIR.

Grover, stop guilting yourself sir

OH jeez what tf.

Man I guessed Asphodel, and I was fucking right. My Mythology teacher would be so proud. This is such a haunting take on Asphodel omg. That's terrifying.

run

WHERE ANNABETH

NO SHE'S STUCK NO SWORD SWORD CUT IT CUT CUT CUT KNIVES PPL YOU HAVE KNIVES USE THE KNIVES

"I trust your dad." Athena ain't gonna be happy about this one, ladies and gents. 🤣🥲😭

Annie's gone, and i stg if we lose grover I'm done

GROVER

PERCY MOVE IT

Nah, Riptide looks sick tho. Pretty sure that's the first time we've seen it in good lighting

THE BOLT

so r we not gonna see Hades..?

"Is this?", " No.", "I, I mean it looks like-" "it, it absolutely is not.", "Okay. So... what is it then?", "Yeah, that's the master bolt!" This exchange was so funny 🤣

The pieces r fitting together... Hehe

"Zeus is just gonna have to wait." HELL YA, STICK IT TO HIM, GROVER, THAT'S MY BOY!!! Grover reminding Percy exactly why he chose Grover, his best friend, to come on this quest in the first place. ❤

Sad Baby!Percy 😭 that's a lotta ice cream for such a tiny boy

"Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?" GOD MY ABANDONMENT ISSUES HAVE BEEN TRIGGERED, I NEED TO PROTECT THIS CHILD FROM THE WORLD NOO

"I would never do this to you." THE LINE DELIVERY, GET THIS BOY AN OSCAR... AND A FUCKING HUG

sally avoiding the topic and crying, I wanna hug her too. She's trying so hard.

Hades palace is gorgeous, damn.

Are we gonna get to see the Furies again???

Percy's hands must hurt from how hard and how constantly he clenches them fists damn.

Who tf-

HADES IS SO NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I was expecting a rocker dude, but I love the "silk robe, manicured hair". Man's got class.

"I admire the cut of your jib." Ok maybe not what WAS that 🤣

He's way less scary than I expected, tbh.

Is he wearing heels? It sounds like he's walking in heels

SALLY'S A GOLD STATUE NOW??? Sally reaching out for him 😭 I'm done. I'm done.

"What did you do to her?" I can sense the rage coming

Percy 😭

babe, Hades was so confused. He just wants to be left alone, such a mood tho. Percy's so confused

PIECES. P I E C E S. IT'S A PUZZLE PPL

"But that voice, it definitely did not sound like you." That an insult or a compliment, I deadass can't tell 🤣

Ok... Hades is being very generous, but what's the catch here? This feels sus. Oh. There. Run. pearls. now.

"Hold fast, mom." HOLD FAST MOM YESSSSSS

Sad Sally 😭 What's happening rn

NO. NO. IS THAT

I'M GONNA SCREAM. WATER DADDY- sorry

"Tell me why", "you don't wanna hear why." Fair, fair 🤣

Nah, Poseidon's actor fits the bill so well in my mind. Like. Mm.

Poseidon rlly does care.

"His mother raised him well." Damn right!

OH THIS FIGHT FINNA BE SO GOOD

Hehehehehehehehehe

IT SO GOOD AHH I'M GONNA SCREAM NEXT EPISODE O. M. G.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy and annabeth #percy jackson show #percabeth #grover underwood #pjo tv show #leah is our annabeth #percy and grover #percy jackson fandom

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deathclassic · 4 months

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weekly tag wednesday thursday

was tagged by @mybrainismelted @creepkinginc @energievie @jrooc @ian-galagher @iansw0rld @skylerwinchester @guinguin1984

Name: Molly

Location: on the east coast of australia

And now for the randomness! Tell me your most and least favourites of: EASYYYYY

Candy? cough lollies Most - red frogs, soft jellies, m&m's

Least - bounty, musk sticks, bananas, milk bottles

Seasons? Most - spring or autumn

Least - summer, ew

Hot beverage? Most - hot chocolate or a flat white

Least - im not a big black tea person, needs some milk

Cold beverage? Most - iced coffee or water

Least - root beer,,,,mountain dew,,,,any flavour of coke except zero sugar

Colours? Most - green

Least - orange

Vegetables? Most - broccoli and mushroom

Least - potato and pumpkin

Traditional foods from your country? Most - lamingtons

Least - vegemite

Insects? Most - butterflies, any kind

Least - spiders

Cake flavours? Most - red velvet but it has to have cream cheese icing

Least - Chocolate fucking sucks, idc that red velvet is chocolate with red food colouring, it's different in my mind

Non-Gallagher or Milkovich Shameless Characters? Most - sheila

Least - sammi

not tagging anyone bc everyone has already done it <3

#tagged #mutuals #tag game

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raindrvq · 2 years

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silly ride the cyclone headcanons oooooooo

ricky and penny had a nightcore phase

they both like to dance to caramelldansen n sing the lyrics incorrectly 🫶

ricky, penny, and constance all love vocaloid

penny likes showing constance fun sounding songs and then half way through showing her the very concerning lyrics

noel quotes the "go piss girl" meme every single time someone has to go pee

both penny and mischa will bump into things and just ignore it. sometimes they'll realize they're abt to bump into something but wont try n avoid it. they'll just slam their head opening a cabinet and are barely phased and whoever is nearby is just like "...are you okay??"

ricky and penny like to cosplay together and sometimes they get the whole choir to join

going back to scene kid ricky i think she and mischa would like 3OH!3, and mayb also noel, DONTTRUSTME kinda him core

ocean is hardcore judging them whenever they play it

penny is the type of gal to just randomly, try n bite ppl, affectionately ofc

now mischa is the type guy who's love language is announcing whenever he has to go to the bathroom, like the choir will be having a normal convo then 'hold on guys i gotta go take a shit' 'ew mischa thats gross' 'idc'

ricky makes all of the choir matching bracelets

noel has a coffee addiction n goes to starbucks way too much bc ofc he does

very boring n stereotypical ik but his go to would be an iced coffee. needs to energy and claims it helps him deal w ocean

penny will get a flavored tea or lemonade, mayb even a mix if shes feeling fun

constance always loves to try new or seasonal drinks, likes frappuccinos

feel like ocean would enjoy a nice iced tea

ricky gets hot chocolate when its colder, and strawberry acai refreshers when its warmer

mischa claims he likes coffee and he tries to but he just does not like the taste. however sometimes if noel's coffee has more milk/creamer than he likes and u can't really taste the coffee he'll give it to mischa. but normally mischa likes to get refreshers and always gets them blended bc drinks are almost always better blended. also he'll drink them all year round hes over here with a frozen drink in the middle of winter

penny will randomly in the middle of a conversation stare at someone which usually ends up in a staring contest and everyone else slowly starts to notice and abandon whatever they were talking about to see who will win (its always penny she's a master of the blank stare)

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imminentinertia · 1 month

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Get To Know Me Tag Game

@telomeke tagged me, and I enjoyed your post <3

do you make your bed?

In the morning, I fluff my pillow and turn down the duvet to air the mattress. Fitted sheet doesn't move much around.

what's your favourite number?

21 (if you know, you know)

what is your job?

I'm a [redacted] at [redacted], mostly working with [redacted] and [redacted], and my going to Vienna a lot has nothing to do with Vienna up until recent years being the spy capital of the world.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Depends. I will maim anyone trying to send me back to primary or lower secondary, but if I could bring all I know now, I'd be back in upper secondary before you could say "the dawn of the slut era". I had a lot of fun those years, and I loved so many of my teachers and subjects.

can you parallel park?

I don't have a driver's licence, and parallel parking isn't part of my limited knowledge of driving a car.

a job you had that would surprise people?

I'm pretty certain people who know me and know how much I hate talking to random strangers think being a salesperson is wildly out of character for me, but I was honestly good at it. It helped a lot that I was selling something people need (insurance).

do you think aliens are real?

I find it difficult to believe that we *gesticulates wildly* are the only sentient beings in the universe. Come the fuck on.

can you drive a manual car?

No. Not a non-manual car either.

what's your guilty pleasure?

It's taken me years to get there, but I no longer feel guilty about anything I enjoy. I regret it when I scarf down an entire bag of Olw Cheez Ballz, but that has mostly to do with being uncomfortably full.

tattoos?

I don't have any, I've been dithering about that my entire adult life, but I'm interested in the cultural history and expression of tattoos and I love rather a lot of tattoo styles.

favorite color?

Dark teals, silver, light sage green tones.

favorite type of music?

Ahaha. Well. Anything that makes my brain buzz? What I've come to realise is that I need something from music that resists me a bit, something jagged, sinister, haunting or filthy. Something that's not a dime a dozen. Something a bit spiky. Like this new song from Beth Gibbons.

youtube

do you like puzzles?

YES I DO INDEED. Any sort. This is where almost all of my possibilities for addiction live.

any phobias?

All out phobias, I don't really know. I have phobic reactions to some insects and body fluids and any sort of injury to eyes and nails (ridiculously specific, this).

favorite childhood sport?

Ew no. Ballet kid in rabid handball/football territory, I developed allergies to sports in general. Okay, I played and enjoyed badminton, to be fair.

do you talk to yourself?

Oh yes. Sometimes out loud. In several languages.

what movies do you adore?

Can I do a separate post on this? To name a few: The Fall, Gosford Park, The Handmaiden, Some Like It Hot, Thelma, Immortel, Pojkarna, Das Leben der Anderen

coffee or tea?

Ooooh depends. I love so many hot and iced coffee drinks, and iced matcha with oat milk, and black strong tea, and tisanes omg, and and and I think I need another lungo with a splash of milk. Coffee maybe wins?

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

An archaeologist. I blame reading several books by Thor Heyerdahl as a child.

As usual, if you've read this far I pronounce you tagged (please tag me if you do the post, I'm curious).

#tag game #i note from others' posts that 'school' apparently means higher education too but then the question would have to be would i go back to uni #school is where kids and teens go #anyway. back to uni? yes and no because i'm very fond of getting a salary but i love learning more than most things

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theautistichalflinghole · 10 months

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A question for the fellow nuerodivergent people on here because I know there are a lot of you:

For me, my sensory issues only allow me to have drinks that are at least chilled otherwise my mouth has a tantrum (weirdly enough does not effect soups tho). Also the drinks in the options are in no way the only drinks, just examples of what is typically that temp

Please reblog for spread!! I'm nosey I wanna know what yall think!!

#autism #autistic #nuerodivergent #nuerodiversity #sensory issues #food #adhd #that seems like enough tags #no wait #poll

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theemporium · 2 years

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[REQUESTS OPEN]

[2.5k] or, in which steve tries to take you on a romantic date which quickly backfires.

“SUCK IT, LOSERS, SHE SAID YES!”

Robin glanced at the family of four on the other side of the counter, giving them a sheepish smile as she slid over the last two cones of ice cream and quickly cashed away the twenty dollar bill into the register.

Her gaze filtered back to the bumbling idiot in the sailor uniform who was running between the tables, muttering away to himself before he finally stopped on the other side of the counter. He flashed her a boyish grin, uncaring of the wide eyes Robin was giving him, and happily leaned on his forearms as he caught his breath.

“What a fine Tuesday afternoon, wouldn’t you agree, Robin?” Steve commented, a happy sigh leaving his lips.

“You seem chipper for a dude who scoops frozen flavoured milk for a living,” Robin retorted, eyebrows raised as Steve’s smile didn’t even dim at the jab.

“Mock me all you want but there’s a tally mark going on the other side of that board, Robin!” Steve exclaimed, wasting no time as he burst through the doors leading to the back to find the goddamn whiteboard she had been tormenting him with since they started working together.

Just as she opened her mouth to reply, the bell dinging to her left caught her attention. Back instantly straightening up, she turned with a fake smile plastered on her face, expecting to see new customers in front of her.

Instead she found the grinning faces of Dustin Henderson and Lucas Sinclair staring back at her.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

Dustin’s smile instantly fell, eyebrows furrowed together. “Woah, just us? I thought you liked us now!”

“Eh,” Robin shrugged.

“I—” But his questioning was cut off when Steve burst through the door once again, sad attempts of victorious trumpet noises escaping his lips as he held the whiteboard above his head—a proud single dash on the ‘YOU RULE’ side.

“What the hell?” Lucas muttered, watching as a gleeful Steve proudly set the board up for ever potential customer to see.

“What’s gotten into him?” Dustin questioned, head tilting as Steve looked as though he was seconds away from jumping onto the counter and breaking out into song.

“Henderson agreed to go out with him on Friday,” Robin deadpanned, leaning against the counter as she dutifully tried to ignore her co-worker.

Lucas frowned. “Steve asked Dustin on a date?”

“Steve asked me on a date?” Dustin echoed seconds later.

“Not little Henderson, dumbasses,” Robin scoffed with a single shake of her head. “The other Henderson.”

“My sister?!” Dustin asked incredulously. “Ew! What the hell?!”

“Young love, Little Henderson, can’t get between it,” Robin sang as she watched in amusement as the younger boy stormed over towards the cheery sailor who seemed totally oblivious to their arrival.

“You are dating my sister!” Dustin screeched, reaching up to grab the stupid hat from Steve’s head and promptly smacking his arm with it a few moments later. “That’s against the code!”

Steve paused. “What code?”

“Some…code that says you can’t do it!” Dustin retorted.

“Listen, dipshit, she said yes and she is her own person so she can do whatever she wants,” Steve narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger against Dustin’s chest. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

“Oh please, you’ll probably do that yourself,” Dustin scoffed as he knocked away Steve’s hand.

The truth was that ever since you had gotten a job at Joey’s Pretzel Palace across the food court, Steve had been absolutely smitten for you. That kind of puppy love and heart eyes you get before you even know somebody, those butterflies that only get more intense the better he got to know you.

Every morning he would take the long route through the mall just so he could pass by your shop, give you an awkward wave and make his way to Scoops Ahoy where he was endlessly teased by Robin until he finally got the nerve to talk to you a few weeks later. Since then, Steve made it his mission to talk to you whenever he got the chance.

Before his shift. On his breaks. After his shift. Hell, he even went during his shift, much to Robin’s dismay.

Steve Harrington was head over heels for Pretzel Girl (again, a nickname that Robin had yet to drop despite hearing your name a million times a day).

It was a fateful Monday afternoon when he learnt that you weren’t just some new girl in town, but in fact none other than Dustin Henderson’s half-sister. He had been walking over to Joey’s Pretzel Palace, hat shoved in his pocket and freshly blow-dried hair on display as he made his way to greet you as he did every other day, only to find an excited Dustin yapping away to you at the counter.

There was a brief moment of panic where Steve was convinced the little shit was embarrassing him upon Robin’s request. But as he got closer and heard the shared laughter, he realised that wasn’t the case. In fact, Dustin was totally oblivious to the buddying friendship between the two of you as he introduced Steve to his half-sister, a result of his father’s first marriage.

Steve was pretty sure his brain short-circuited for a moment before he finally spoke.

“Half-sister, huh? I don’t remember you at school,” he said as casually as he could.

“Because she lived out with Grannie Gertrude in Ohio,” Dustin answered for you, happy smile on his face. He had spoken about Steve more times than you could count, and clearly two of his favourite people meeting was about the best thing to happen to him. “But she’s moving to Hawkins! Like, for a while! Isn’t that great?”

The smile on Steve’s face was genuine when he replied. “Best news I’ve heard all summer.”

What Dustin clearly wasn’t expecting was his sister and best friend to end up getting as close as they did. He wasn’t jealous—not massively, at least—if anything, he enjoyed the days you three spent together.

But Steve dating his sister? That was not on the cards for this summer.

“Your lack of faith is insulting,” Steve told him, knocking the visor of his cap.

Dustin slapped his hands away. “Oh yeah? What have you planned then?”

“Easy,” Steve shrugged as he leaned back against the counter, somewhat smug look on his face. “Bowling.”

Lucas frowned. “Bowling?”

“Bowling!” Steve defended.

“Wait, you’re taking my sister bowling? Like, as your date?” Dustin asked, his face remaining blank as Steve confirmed. Dustin stood there, staring at Steve for a few moments as though he couldn’t quite believe the words that escaped his lips.

And then he burst out laughing.

“What?” Steve’s face fell. “Bowling is a good first date!”

“Yeah, no, of course!” Dustin snorted, slapping his arm and grinning up at him. “Have…so much fun.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “What game are you playing, Henderson?”

Dustin flashed him an innocent look. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Steve. Don’t you worry at all.”

Despite the fact Steve didn’t trust the looks Dustin kept giving him for the rest of the week, it couldn’t dim his excitement as he pulled into your driveway on Friday night, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a grin that hadn’t left his face since Tuesday.

He stood at your doorstep, running a nervous hand through his hair before knocking, rocking on the balls of his feet as the seconds dragged on. But before he could even begin to start questioning whether he had the right date or time, the door swung open and there you stood on the other side with a smile matching his own.

“Hey,” you breathed out, your cheeks burning slightly as you watched his eyes glaze over your outfit, his lips parting a little as he took in the flared jeans, tank top and sneakers. Hawkins’ summer was still too warm at night for a jacket.

“Hey,” Steve murmured in response, taking a few moments to realise he was ogling you and quickly trying to snap back to his usual suave self. “Uh, these are for you!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to,” you smiled as you took the flowers, bringing them to your nose and letting the soft, spring smell overtake your senses. But the blush on your cheeks was worth the ten minutes he spent arguing with the woman at the florist.

“Yeah, but I wanted to,” Steve told you.

“You’re sweet when you want to be, Harrington,” you teased.

“Yeah, real sweet.”

Both heads snapped around to see where Dustin stood at the end of the hallway, watching you both with an unreadable expression on his face. However, you just rolled your eyes and placed the flowers on the counter.

“Put those in a vase, will you!”

You didn’t give Dustin much of a chance to say anything else as you slammed the door behind you, turning to Steve with a sheepish grin. But he just smiled, threw an arm over your shoulder and lead you towards his car.

He didn’t tell you where you were going or what he had planned, only for you to dress casual. When you tried to pester Dustin for more details, your little brother just smiled and said he was sure you would have fun.

So when Steve pulled into the car park of the local bowling alley, it was safe to say that fun wasn’t the first word to come to mind.

“You don’t look particularly thrilled,” Steve commented as he helped you out the car, his hands quickly finding yours as you began making your way towards the entrance.

“Whaaaat,” you scoffed as you adamantly shook your head. “No! I love bowling.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah?”

“Totally!” you said, your smile quickly falling as Steve made his way towards the desk to grab you both a pair of bowling shoes.

Steve picked up pretty quickly something was up with you. He noticed the hesitant look on your face when you first pulled into the bowling alley, quickly followed by your sudden shyness as the game started. The conversation usually flowed between you, laughs and jokes and teasing remarks shared all under the guise of shameless flirting.

Yet that was nowhere to be seen now.

His first date nerves were already leaving him with sweaty palms and second guessing every stupid comment he made. He swore he almost slapped himself after an embarrassing dancing celebration after he got a strike. But his nerves got worse when he noticed the small quirks in your face after every turn, the way you just seemed…on edge about the whole thing.

But he was Steve Harrington, the king of cheesy first dates and romantic moves that left girls swooning. And he wanted to make you swoon, god knows you had been making him swoon since he first saw you.

So on your next turn, he made his move. He let you choose the same green bowling ball you had been using for the game and came up behind you as you were about to bowl, arms around your body and his hands over yours.

“Here, let me help,” he murmured, his lips right next to your ear and his warm breath fanning over your cheek.

“Oh—no, it’s fine, I’ve got it,” you cleared your throat and tried to step away from him but his arms tightened around you.

“No, c’mon, don’t be embarrassed,” Steve laughed. “Let me help you out, maybe even get you a strike.”

“No, Steve, really, I’m fine,” you continued and tried to pull again once again.

It was honestly a tragic comedy show as the events followed.

The way the bowling ball dropped from your hands, scaring you both. The way you stumbled back into him suddenly, stepping on his foot and your elbow hitting his stomach a little harder than expected. The way he let out a groan, keeling over as he stumbled back a step and the way you quickly spun around to check he was okay, only to realise he didn’t step away far enough and you had quite promptly unintentionally swung at him.

The game was quickly forgotten after that.

“This was the only cooled drink they had,” you said as you approached the bench Steve was sitting on, bloody tissue in hand that was pressed against his bleeding nose. You handed him the red bull can with a sheepish grin.

Steve muttered a small ‘thank you’ under his breath as he pressed the cold can to his swollen cheek, letting out a pained wince as he did so.

“I am so sorry,” you said for what must have been the sixtieth time but it still didn’t feel enough.

“It’s okay, it was an accident,” Steve assured you through a slightly pained smile before he paused. “I think.”

Oblivious to Steve’s attempt to make light of the situation, you continued. “I knew I should have said something earlier, bowling just never ends well—”

“Wait, what?” Steve frowned.

“But you were just annoyingly good at it! It’s not fair!” you huffed out, taking the seat beside him on the bench.

“I don’t think I have lost enough blood to hallucinate, right?” Steve muttered in confusion as he looked at you, a bit like a lost puppy.

“I—” you paused before you let out an embarrassed laugh. “I am really fucking competitive, Steve.”

He blinked.

“It’s stupid but you chose bowling and I thought I would be fine but then you were so good at it, and it was pissing me off and it just annoyed me the way you were trying to be nice and helpful—” you took a breath, gaze focused on the floor rather than him. “I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to step on your foot…or elbow you in the ribs…or smack you in the face.”

Steve couldn’t help himself when he laughed. “Is this why Dustin practically cackled in my face when I told him I was taking you bowling?”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Probably.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Henderson, usually when a girl goes for my face on the first date, it’s a very different outcome,” he joked as he lightly nudged your shoulder, prompting you to look up at him.

“Your face still looks cute, if that helps,” you said, somewhat relieved when Steve laughed.

“Cute enough for you to go on a second date with?” Steve teased.

“You want to go on another date with me?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiled at you. “Maybe it’s the possible concussion talking but I really do like you.”

Your nose scrunched. “Don’t get sappy on me, Harrington.”

He laughed. “Only if you bring an actual ice pack to the next date.”

“Deal,” you murmured before leaning towards him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I am really sorry though.”

Steve hummed. “Your brother will never let me live this down.”

“Eh, I’ll stop giving him free pretzels, that will teach him.”

“But I still get mine, right?”

“Obviously.”

#「hellfirewhores’ writing」#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things fic #stranger things one shot

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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I wanna lick him👀 i wouldn't mind having his sweet stick😳

The funny thing is I made him entirely on a whim, as a way to express my oral fixation. My favorite type of candy are lollipops, so why not do something dumb, you know?

The lollipop fairy prince adores having cute humans have a taste off him, he's a sucker (hah) for those with a sweet-tooth and will gladly give you something harder to put in your mouth.

He's exactly the same flavor as those milk and strawberry lollipops, all over.

[Do not send me Russian text, I'll use Google translate and we won't understand each other for shit lmao. :')]

Yikes, he would rather you lick and suck than bite. Are you the type of person who chews ice? Ew, he hates those.

The thing with this fairy is that you can keep licking and biting for as long as you want, his mass never truly diminishes, but he can get exhausted/drained, and then the taste becomes extremely bitter.

#lollipop guy #voraling

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y0itsbri · 5 months

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tagged by the creeptasic @creepkinginc and joyous julissa @heymrspatel 😽💚🫶

💟Name:

bri 🧀

#️⃣Age:

tired 😴

🗺️Location:

📍 in my car

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it.

i have a towel wrap w multicolored deer on it! 🦌

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it.

i love all my children mugs equally. though i did recently get this oversized round black one w snoopy on it! and it’s been PERFECT for chili, ice cream, everything and anything 🌼

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it.

greeeen and white with winnie the pooh and the hundred acre woods on it 🏕

🍵Coffee or Tea?

tea, please!

↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold?

cold! refreshing!

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks?

FUZZY. i just got some new striped fuzzy socks *pause for applause*

🧤Gloves or Mittens?

gloves

🔥Fireplace or Campfire?

fireplace. bring the fire INSIDE

🌞🌜Sun or Moon?

moooon la luna my most beloved 🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy?

like simultaneously both and neither

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry?

both 👍

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice?

peppermint (julissa i could’ve also sworn there was a candy candy emoji???!)

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early?

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal?

cold!

🍞Potatoes or Bread?

bread 🍞❤️

And Finally…

🚬Gallagher or Milkovich?

….. gallagher (mandy and mickey are honorary gallaghers shhhh)

tagging @vintagelacerosette @energievie @suzy-queued @milkovetti @pomegran4te 🌷🌹💐🌻🪷 ( <- for each of you)

#tagged

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doodle17 · 1 year

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consider: raz gets his teeth pulled

I HAVE LMAOOO

I actually have multiple situations for this. It's if Raz got his Wisdom teeth out, and he's about my version of his adult age (19) when he got them removed. Since he never really went to a dentist in his life, his teeth were very painful because he waited so long to get them removed 😬

Anyways, here's some scenarios I thought of yesterday (and a few today based on my experience)

Alright. I'm about to insert the I.V so you'll feel a small prick." The nurse said.

Raz inhaled through his teeth and winced. "Aw man... I really hate needles..." He looked over to Lili and Dogen. "Don't worry about it. Just don't look." Lili replied. He squeezed his eyes shut and the nurse inserted the I.V into his arm.

"What it bad?" Dogen asked. Raz opened one eye, with a look of surprise on his face. "Not... as bad as I thought!..." He looked at his arm and cringed. "Ew I should NOT have looked at it though."

scenario 2

"D'you want a blanket or anything before you go under?" The nurse asked. Lili was about to reply "No" but Raz interrupted her before she could say anything. "Yes please~" He said in a sing-song voice. He kicked his feet a bit and looked around the room. Lili giggled and elbowed Dogen for his attention. "Looks like he's starting to get high already." Noticing Raz's head began bobbing up in down, his eyelids getting heavy.

"OoooOooOooOOoo... I tHink it's W-orKIng..." He chirped before immediately passing out.

Scenario 3

"Alright Dogen, you go start the car, I'll get Raz." Lili said. Dogen gave her a thumbs up.

The nurse opened the door and let her in. She leaned over the dental chair and smiled. "Hey... Raz-zle." She waved her hand in front of his face. "All the lights on up there?"

His eye slowly opened. He looked around the room, drowsy. He noticed Lili, who was gently rubbing his shoulder. He smiled, as wide as he could at least. "Hheeey Liliiii..." He said dreamily. She giggled. "Hey, hon. How you feelin'?"

"I'm feelin' ggrrrreaat!" He flung both his arms outward, with a thumbs up. "Oh, sorry am I bein' to loud?..." He asked the nurse. "Nope. You're all right."

His eyes became glossy and his lip trembled. "I'm so sorry for being loud..." The nurse and Lili were trying not laugh. Lili was trying to calm Raz down, who was on the verge of sobbing hysterically.

Scenario 4

Raz hadn't said anything the in car so far, just stared off into space, drooling.

"Is he asleep or something?" Dogen asked. D'art waved a hand in front of Raz's face. He blinked each eye slowly. "Nah, he's still awake. His mind is just somewhere else at the moment."

"We should stop to get some food, and Raz a shake or something. There's a Fast food place over there." Lili pointed out the car window. Dogen began to turn the cad towards the parking lot. "That's a good idea. What do you think Raz?" Raz just blinked slowly again, letting out a small "Eh" in reply. "I think he likes the idea." D'art snickered.

Raz sat there slurping peacefully on his milkshake. Obviously drooling it everywhere in the process, Lili had to wipe his face off. "Hey? What's this metal thing on my finger...?" He asked mouth full of ice cream. "It an engagement ring. We're engaged? Remember?" Lili replied. Raz scrunched his face up in confusion, and looked up thoughtfully for a moment. His face lit up with realization. "Oh yeaaaaah!" He giggled like a 16 yea old girl. "You're stuck with meeeee..."

"Raz quit talking, your getting milk-shake everywhere." D'art said. Raz glared at him. "Well YOOOUUU eat ice-cream like a prostitute..." D'art covered his mouth trying to hold back a laugh, while Lili and Dogen did the same.

"Uuuuuugggghhhh... D'art you're such a WHHHhhhoooorrreee....." Raz hissed with the most pure malice in his voice. Dogen choked on his food and broke out into a coughing fit, while D'art and Lili were losing their minds in the back seat.

#Doodles rants #Psychonauts #Psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #dogen boole #d'artagnan #Anon babble

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