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morallyinept · 8 months

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Pedro Boys & Cocktails 🍹

More Pedro Boy fun! I've not included measurements because we all like our drinks at varying strengths, so you can tailor make them to your liking.

Drink responsibily folks! 🥴

Also, check out Drinkingpedro on IG for some amazing original drinks, inspired by Pedro & his characters. The account is super fun! Give them a follow. (This was some of my inspiration for this Pedro Boys Cocktail ramble.) Cheers! 🖤

Francisco Morales - 'The Morales Muff Diving Experience' - Crown Royal whiskey, peach schnapps, peach puree, sour mix, lemonade. Open your legs, hermosa. Standard Heating Oil cap optional.

Oberyn Martell - 'The Skull Crusher' - Freshly squeezed blood oranges from Dorne (or your local grocery store if you're unable to sail to Westeros), vodka, lime juice, cointreau, blood orange pulp to top. You know, crushed brain chunks.

Ezra - 'The Wordy Birdie' - Vodka, tequila, white rum, gin, cointreau, lemon juice, simple syrup, Midori, soda water. Served with a case of looted Aurelac gems. Tastes even better with one arm - tingly. Loquacious rambling guaranteed.

Joel Miller - 'Molotov Cocktail' - Empy bottle, handkerchief doused in flammable liquid of choice, or whatever is avaliable when the world has gone to shit. Ignite. Launch at clickers. Watch them go boom. Instant mushroom soup. Nom.

Dieter Bravo - 'The Bola Hair Hold' - Brandy, vodka, absinthe, gin, whiskey, blackberry liqueur. Shake it all up and hope for the fucking best, although you will probably die. Make sure Bola is avaliable to hold your haaaaair as you weep into the fetid toilet bowl.

Javier Peña - 'The Loredo Legspreader' - Gin, lemongrass, lemongrass syrup, fresh lime juice, red Thai chilli to garnish. Serve with a cigarette and a sour resting bitch face. Sweaty pink shirt optional.

Marcus Moreno - 'The Upstaged Father' - Cherry vodka, lemonade, blue curaçao, coconut vodka, mango rum, grenadine, simple syrup, crushed ice, orange slices to garnish. Drink alone in a corner, daydreaming about your heyday as leader of The Heroics, before your 11 year old daughter stole your limelight. Bitters optional.

Pero Tovar - 'Black Powder' - Dark rum, dry vermouth, blackberry liqueur, splash of lime juice, blackberries to garnish. Serve on dry ice for that smokey effect. Then betray your closest friend.

Max Phillips - 'The Bloodsucking Bastard' - Chambord raspberry liqueur, cranberry juice, Prosecco or sparkling wine. Don't worry, these vamps don't sparkle. Vodka. Splash of lime juice. Place on a post-it note and serve to your boss. Brace yourself for imminent fangs.

Marcus Pike - 'The Boyfriend Cardigan' - Vanilla vodka, passion fruit liqueur, passion fruit puree, lime juice, vanilla simple syrup, Prosecco or sparkling wine. Serve to your sweetheart FBI boyfriend, the, very, very goody cop. Although, give him a few of these and then play some good cop/bad cop. It's cuffin' season afterall.

Comandante Veracruz - 'The Guerilla Freestyle' - Dark rum, Campari, orange curaçao, simple syrup, pineapple juice, freshly squeezed lime juice, pineapple wedges and leaves to serve. Use to barter for your freedom. Or not, whatever.

Din Djarin - 'The Space Daddy' - Gin, maraschino liqueur, Crème De Violette, fresh lemon juice, crushed ice and edible glitter for the swirly galaxy look. Might need to remove your helmet when consuming. Keep away from The Kid. This is the - hic! - way.

Silva - 'The Ol' Western BJ' - Irish cream liqueur, Kahlúa, Amaretto, whipped cream to top. Serve in a red bandana covered shot glass. Drink naked from the waist down.

Agent Whiskey - 'The Unfortunate Cowboy' - Bourbon whiskey, Southern Comfort, lemon and lime juice, watermelon juice. Do not operate mincing machinery whilst under the influence. Tuck your lasso in. Watch your step there, cowboy.

Dave York - 'The Suburban Murder Daddy' - Mezcal, sweet vermouth, Campari, soda water, splash of lime juice, orange peel twist to garnish. Drink quickly to tie up your loose ends. Try not to lose an eye in the process.

Javi G - 'The Paddington' - Fresh, warmed milk served in a glass. Marmalade sandwich on the side. Alcohol free. It's past Javi's bedtime. Sssh.

Maxwell Lord - 'The Booty Clap' - Amaretto almond liqueur, Alizé Gold Passion liqueur, Hennessey Cognac. Shaking your booty like this whilst drinking is compulsory:

BONUS!!

Pedro Pascal - 'Purple Rain, d'uh' - Vodka, gin, blue curaçao, splash of cherry sourz, grenadine, lemonade, lemon juice. Try not to blub whilst dancing in the purple rain.

🖤

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helpwhatsthis · 1 year

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could I request smut of best friend Robin coming across photos of reader and Eddie sending one another nudes 😱 then later on reader and Robin sext?

eddies girl- r.b./e.m

thank you sm for requesting babes!

I changed it bc I am very picky abt my modern aus, but there are definitely still nudes and this is way better than sexting.

ignore the use of time period inaccurate toys!

disclaimer that there are no relations between eddie and robin! (if anyone tries to argue with me about robins sexuality, prepare to have a molotov cocktail thrown in your window ♡)

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robin had know she was fucked from the moment she saw you punch a russian in the face during summer of 85'.

she'd known she was even more fucked the moment she pulled open eddies nightstand in search of a song to save nancy.

before she could even move her eyes to the contents of the drawer, eddie had started screaming and running toward her. the tapes were forgotten from both of her hands when she gazed down to see god knows how many photos of one of her best friends in such... compromising positions.

if it hadn't been for steves screams to hurry up, and eddies pointed yet still terrified stare- she thinks she would have laughed from the shock of it all. because if she was a little more perverted (and a lot less rushed) it would have been like striking gold to her.

she can't deny to herself how many times she'd thought about the small glimpse she'd had. once everyone was safe, and eddie and max had been released from the hospital, it was all she had thought about for days. she'd barely left her room. every time her eyes closed, she saw it. saw you. tied up to your headboard, eddies hellfire shirt bunched up over your tits, and his hands pressing on your stomach. your head thrown back in ecstacy.

and with the sight came the questions. would you ever, in a million years or another lifetime let her touch you like that? what would you sound like? do want to fuck eddie as much as he talks about wanting to fuck you?

now her thighs are clenching together in the dusk surrounding the lake. she feels like a preteen boy, about to blow her load in her jeans while you moan along with joan jett to cherry bomb.

how could she not? your eyes are glassy and bloodshot, smoke falling from your nose. your black bathing suit leaves nothing of your body shape to the imagination. but most of all, even in the low light she can see the dark hickies on your skin.

"she's so fucking perfect, isn't she?" eddie muses softly, his knee bumping her own. guilt immediately fills her being when she looks back at him. even though his skin is covered in harsh scars, and there's a fear lurking in his eyes, he smiles as he watches you.

he loves you.

and you love him.

"to the ends of the earth, teddy" you had whispered in the back of steves car while begging him to hang on.

"i- I mean yeah, sure-" she stumbles on her words, sure shes been caught staring for too long.

"cool it, buckley." he smirks, turning his gaze to her. "I know you want to fuck my girlfriend, there's no reason to freak out."

"I don't!" she blurts, probably a little too loudly when you and steve turn back to look at her.

"shut up rob," he laughs, smacking her shoulder. "I know you have a shitty sleep schedule, and you have work tomorrow. so me and the succubus are gonna head home."

"dick" you grit, reaching up to slap his ass harshly as he stands.

why the fuck is he covering for her right now?

she's seen how possessive eddie can get, even before his escapades in an alternate dimension. since then, they'd only increased tenfold.

"we'll finish this conversation later." he murmurs, leaning down and feigning a kiss goodbye on the top of her head.

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"-and she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it. and he's holding her in his arms late-late at night-"

robin groans, throwing her head back against the headrest of steves passenger seat. "alright, sorry springfield. I can't handle you tonight."

she reaches to turn down the radio, causing steve to fake a moan of agony.

"shit, robin. is this y/n. again?" he asks, glancing at her pitifully.

"yes, again." she snaps. "it's like she knows exactly how to work her way into the most minute crevices of my brain" she explains exaggeratedly with her hands.

much to her annoyance, steve just chuckles.

"and eddie knows-" she looks at him, finally allowing her fear to show through. she knows that some point, eddie had threatened a guy within an inch of his life, all because he heard from someone who heard from someone else that the guy had a crush on you.

she did not feel like having eddie threaten to put a pipe bomb in her mailbox. or whatever deranged shit came out of his mouth.

"and how would he know?" steve asks skeptically.

because all I do is stare at her boobs,

or because I stole one of her shirts,

maybe even because sometimes I wake myself up moaning her name in my sleep.

"I don't know." she lies. straight through fucking teeth. "but he told me he knows."

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"alright, I'll be back in a few." you huff, grabbing eddies keys so that you could pick up steve and some take out. "love you, bubba" you hum, pressing a short kiss to eddies lips that makes robin painfully aware of being the third wheel.

"love you too." he smiles blissfully as he watches you walk out the door. it takes less than a second for him to turn back to her, cheshire grin upturning his lips. "let's get down to business-"

he wiggles his brows at her, causing her to roll her eyes. "and what would that be, edward?" she snaps, looking anywhere but his face. she knows that if she looks at him too long, she'll become a sobbing, apologizing mess.

"well, all three of us are off thursday." he shrugs. "and wayne is going out with some fishing buddies-" he smirks, biting his lip as he leans toward her.

"that means y/n and I are gonna have that new, big nda money house all to ourselves... unless of course you wanna come over?"

and she can see it vividly now, playing behind her eyelids. she's not stupid. she nows eddie fucked you on every surface of the new place after you'd bought it with your hush money.

it's a nice place, a really nice place actually. it's no harrington mansion, but you have eddie have a big plush bed on the second floor.

she wonders what it'd be like, to fuck you the king size bed you share with your boyfriend.

"and what would happen if I did come over?" she bites the bullet, looking skeptically at eddie. she almost wishes she hadn't when she sees the victorious look on eddies face.

"well y'know, it's not like I've put too much thought to it-" he laughs, eyes lost in thought as he absent-mindedly picks at the couch. "but you probably come in and find her tied to one of the kitchen chairs, wand buzzing against her puffy clit and begging someone to fill her up."

and she can almost hear it then, the loud buzzing and your whines for him.

no, for her.

"and of course I'd be mean, tell her no. and you'd get to play the hero, making her cum over and over on your pink cock."

there's a burning in her stomach, and she almost cries out when she clenches her thighs.

"god robin, she gets so wet for you. I make her tell me about how she wants your fingers inside and your tits in her face when im fucking her."

and she can't suppress it then, a soft moan pulling from her throat. she pulls her knees under her chin, peering up at him through teary eyes. he smiles, almost warmly as he claps a hand on her shoulder.

"so come over, or don't. s'up to you darlin'."

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her hands are shakey as she reaches to close the mirror on the visor, letting out a huff of anxiety.

"you're really gonna do this?" steve ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I guess so, and if it's horrible I'll call you when you're on break and make you come pick me up." she shrugs, looking back out the window.

"It's not gonna be horrible, rob." steve states, even though he knows very well that his is definitely out of her comfort zone.

she's so lost in her own head that she barely notices when he stops the car in the driveway.

"oh god-" she murmurs softly, gazing at the front door.

"It's just eddie and y/n, you'll be okay." he promises, reaching out a squeezing her hand.

the walk to the door feels endless on her trembling legs. she almost can bring herself to knock when she finally reaches it. but she does.

"It's open!" she hears eddie call from inside.

before she even has the door all the way open, she hears you cry out.

"eddie, please." you beg, hands fisting your binds and hips trying to wiggle away from the vibrations. it's a fruitless effort, only adding stimulation to your swollen cunt.

your beautiful. it's a simple thought, and the first thing that occurs to her as she stares into the the living room.

she thinks that eddie must have the self control of a god, being able to write nerd shit in his notebook while you're tied up and jerking around like that right in front of him.

"god eddie, please make it stop." you pant, body slumping and pushing your clit into the toy harder.

he only smiles, reaching out and turning it up a setting. you practically scream, head falling back and making her knees feel weak.

"come torture her a bit, buckley." he smiles at her. "lose the clothes on the way." he hums, going back to his notebook.

and she's waited so long to see you like this that she obeys without a second thought, striping down to her underwear and sitting beside him on the couch.

from here, she can see all of you. you're chest is heaving so hard it makes your tits bounce. there's visible tremors running through your belly. and your cunt, fuck. it's leaking everywhere and your puffy clit is twitching against the head of the wand.

"r-robin-" you choke, voice broken. "please make it stop?" you you beg, tear filled eyes pleading at her.

"oh y/n." she hums, reaching out to wipe the tear tracks from your cheeks. you push into her touch, and jerk a second later when eddie flicks the handle of the wand.

"make her cum." he says, relaxing back into the couch with his arms behind his head.

"how?" she asks, not able to tear her gaze from your clenching hole.

he sits up wordlessly, reaching for the clasp of her bra. he stops, eyes asking for permission. she nods, and seconds later the material is falling from her chest.

the sound you make is strangled, wanting nothing more than to feel the hard buds of her nipples against your tongue.

"do whatever feels right?" eddie shrugs.

and so she does, standing from the couch and pulling down her panties. your whining, body keening toward hers as you watch her undress.

she can help herself, hands caressing your face and she guides it so that your chin rests on her sternum.

it almost feel natural as she moves her hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing them and effectively smashing you between them.

and she giggles, fucking giggles, as you sob into her skin.

"can I kiss her?" she asks shyly, looking over her shoulder at eddie.

"you can do whatever the fuck you want to her, robin" he grins.

the next thing you know, her mouth is on yours, her tongue running along yours. you don't even notice her moving, so consumed by her mouth. she drops on your lap, folds warm and wet against your legs as her hand wraps around your neck.

"f-fuck" you cry into her mouth when she squeezes slightly.

and then she's in a daze, hips rocking against your mound and causing you to thrust into the vibe.

you take her tit into your mouth, nearly biting at her nipple and making her moan.

"oh fuck, that's it y/n" she gasps, hands tugging your hairs.

"go on and cum for her, baby." eddie encourages, reaching out and squeezing you knee.

it's euphoria as you let go. cunt clenching and feeling your pulse everywhere. your deaf to your owns screams of pleasure, deaf to both of their praising words. it's just wave after wave of bliss.

when you come to, the wand is clicked off. your head is resting on robins shoulder and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"come on, princess. buckley isn't done with you yet." he hums, beginning to untie you.

"your getting payback for that teasing." you threaten, making robin laugh.

"oh yeah, and how is that?" he smirks.

"when is steves next day off?" you smile devilishly up at robin.

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n3felibata · 4 months

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I really appreciate that regardless of what your overall opinion on the Millie issue is, most people seem to agree that the beartrap thing was foul.

It's probably the thing that bothers me the most about the writing of this character. The creators threw her into an inexplicable beartrap to write her out of the climax of an episode that takes place on her own childhood home so Moxxie could get a pep talk.

Why was the beartrap even there? And why was it set? It's like they were so desperate to get her out of the way that they threw away logic.

And I hope people realize that this is fridging (the trope of killing off or injuring women to forward a man's story, usually for his character development). Usually fridged female characters are just straight up killed off, and I'll admit this is not as bad, but while the writers in this case chose not to kill off Millie, they still effectively "removed" her from the story in order to give Moxxie a moment of introspection and character growth, and the effect was essentially the same. She even pulls the "do it for me" card. Ugh.

It's even worse when you take a moment to consider that there's no implication that anyone found Millie, so she was presumably just sitting there alone, bleeding out from the wound in a dark basement as Moxxie and Blitz fought Striker.

Isn't that... really messed up to you guys?

I've seen someone say that the reason the writing team had to do that is probably because she'd beat Striker in the fight too quickly, but I don't think that's the case. Striker beat her pretty easily. A little too easily, actually, which is kind of part of the problem.

Millie went absolutely feral on him, stabbing him in the back several times. And I know that demons are more durable than humans on Earth, but damn... Why does he just tend the rest of the episode as if he doesn't have a bunch of stab wounds in his back? And Millie defeated a kaiju a few episodes back with a knife and an improvised molotov cocktail, and later took down a mafia single-handedly at a wedding... so there's no way that didn't at least do a number on him... right?

Doesn't seem like it. In fact, I don't think he even bandaged himself. He walks off like it's nothing. Once again, defying all logic just to write her out.

But even if that was the reason, I don't think it would be an excuse to be willing to physically injure female characters just to get them out of the way when they're no longer useful in a man's story.

The cherry on top was the reveal that Moxxie had a gun the whole time. He could've shot Striker and we probably wouldn't be here.

It's like they only remember these things when they need to progress the story, but conveniently cast it aside when they need to get Millie out of the way and/or motivate Moxxie. It's ridiculous.

Even Millie herself calls it out

The fact that this whole episode takes place on Millie's old farm and is set up like it's going to be about her, only for her to be done this dirty in it is almost laughable. I feel like the only one that found it weird that Millie never really just stood up to her parents herself and just told them to respect her husband. And then when she does start finally arguing with her mom, Moxxie basically does it for her, and they don't actually listen until he steps up. Apparently he needed a conclusion to his own story so badly that it's more important than Millie having her own moment of character growth. Which is... kind of reminiscent of one of the biggest problems of this character.

I don't think people understand that the whole childhood home thing wouldn't have been as frustrating if it weren't for the fact that this is just one instance in a pattern of Millie getting the short end of the stick for Moxxie's sake.

When Moxxie gets an episode that takes place on his childhood home, it's about Moxxie. But when an episode takes place on Millie's childhood home... it's still about Moxxie.

This is honestly probably the dirtiest they've done Millie, and the Helluva Boss female cast in general.

#“hazbin will be female led-” Alastor is not gonna be thrown into no beartrap #millie is all tough and badass until the writers want to get her out of the way #millie deserves better #helluva boss #helluva #hellaverse #moxxie helluva boss #moxxie x millie #helluva moxxie #millie helluva boss #helluva boss millie #moxxie and millie #helluva millie #bax's critiques #hellava boss #millie

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reginadeltrash · 2 months

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The Hazbin Hotel's rules

(but I can only use and slightly rephrase actual rules from my summer camp):

1. You can sleep in a room with whoever you want (I don't care) the only thing to remember is that we are currently 8 in this hotel, and I want it to be true next morning as well.

1b. (however if you really have to change that number we prefer murder rather than pregnancy)

2. 'Dish cleaning duty' is not under any circumstances allowed to become 'Water balloon war duty'

2b. (no matter how much you hate the person you're stuck with)

3. If you see a bug don't freak out, please, the floor is already dirty as it is, we don't need bug's blood on top of that

3b. (Niffty, please, stop breaking rule 3)

4. A 'Hotel improving meeting' cannot be held in the middle of the night

4b. (or in the bathroom)

5. If an overlord comes by please don't disturb them. They'll probably just sit in the hall and stay on their phone until the person they need arrives, anyway.

5b. (Alastor, please go talk to them as soon as possible, we all know they're here for you 99% of the time)

5c. (The previous rule does not apply to Rosie. Rosie's nice, and she's probably just here to drop food)

6. If you arrive after 2:00 A.M. you need to have a convincing excuse.

6b. ('We got lost' is not convincing, because our building is fucking huge! Try again)

7. The kitchen is reserved for people who can actually cook, everyone else can try and make their 'recipes' in the garden, so we won't have to clean.

8. If I find another attempt at a Molotov in one of the rooms I'm gonna commit a crime.

8b. (Cherri, this is 100% about you)

8c. (Didn't think I needed to specify this, but, when I say Molotov I mean every kind of explosive thing)

8d. (Yes. Including fireworks)

9. The dirty clothes need to be put in the laundry room, not on a random chandelier.

9b. (You're only allowed to break this specific rule if you had the worst day ever, and also if you promise to be the one who will retrieve those clothes the morning after.)

10. Please, read the instructions if you want to 'help' with the washing machine.

11. If Charlie is talking, you don't interrupt her, otherwise you can't whine when everyone is angry at you for making her cry and consequently craft a ninety minutes power point on 'the art of listening'.

12. If we say to meet up at like 7:00 try to be here at least for 9:00, ok?

13. No jumping or having sex in the bed

13b. (I don't care which one you were doing last night, I'm just fucking tired of repairing that bed.)

14. Windows are not a good alternative to doors.

14b. (Especially those on the second floor)

15. For the love of God! Stop complaining about the cookies we serve for breakfast! Angel made them when drunk and we need to finish them in order not to hurt his feelings.

16. The music we use during exercises is chosen by Charlie, if you have any problems with it talk with her.

16b. (Always remember the looming threat of a ninety minutes power point, though)

17. Movie night is a privilege not a right.

18. 'Murder mystery night' is just a game. Quit telling Pentious is real.

18b. (Also, no! It can't actually become 'Murder mystery night for real', Niffty)

19. Stay at least six feet away from Niffty when she's sewing, if you value all of your limbs.

20. Outsiders (like delivery guys) may not be completely on our dynamics, so please try to behave like normal human beings when they come by.

21. Singing/Instrument playing time is set from 10:00 A.M. to 9 P.M. respect it, please. We don't need another noise complaint.

22. You need to always have clothes on.

22b. (A bikini is not considered clothes from now on.)

23. If your luggage doesn't have a lock good luck my friend!

24. During the cleanliness inspection there isn't a winner.

24b. (Update. Cleanliness inspection can have a winner, if you want, just leave your rooms clean, please.

25. Please, don't cry during 'compliment game' night, because I have no idea how I should help you with that.

26. Don't make any mommy/daddy issues jokes.

26b. (They may be funny where you're from, but not here. Here people have several of them)

27. That's about it!

27b. (Please don't force me to add more, people already think we're crazy)

List redacted by:

Vaggie

#hazbin hotel #list #jokes

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theextendedzodiacas · 2 months

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pretty please with a cherry on top, bard arcer with themes of fire/arson (esp. flamethrowers and molotovs), revolution, anarchy, and equality?

i would love to, but please re-send this with a format! moodboard or fashion board?

-mod 8ean

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spitepenny · 2 months

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I love my aquariums but at the same time I'm not sure it's the best hobby for an anxious, obsessive person like me.

My 10g is my original tank, about 6 years old now. It was a betta tank first for my koi gal Molotov- she lived for two great years before passing. When I tried to replace her, I went through two new bettas which each died quickly. I found that really hard to take. I wanted something different and more anonymous than a single special fishie, and switched to cherry shrimp. It's been up and down for the last four years. My population has gotten as large as maybe 30 - 40 shrimp and as low as 2 - 3. I've almost given up multiple times and then I would spot a berried female or new babies and decide to keep going.

I've definitely been frustrated lately with the shrimp tank. It's just never going "great". I tried adding dwarf crayfish to change things up, but the longest I got one to live is a month. Which was really depressing. I've considered going back to fish in this tank - currently considering nano fish that would hopefully coexist with the shrimp. I dunno. Of course I tested the water today and the kh is 6 but the gh is 30 o_O maybe that's the issue lol

#aquarium #invertebrates #neocaridina #shrimpblr #aquablr #fishblr #petblr #aquarium troubles #stressful hobbies

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hermitdrabbles56 · 1 year

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Chu jelly flavors and other random thoughts @skyward-floored cursed my thought process

Purple Chu Jelly:

Tastes like a bottle of wine that's been left open too long. Entirely unpleasant.

When mixed with the right herbs and a red potion it can make a decent healing potion but its effectiveness still varies and it still tastes absolutely horrible.

Can similarly be altered into a roulette style poison that can either make you miserable or fuck you up.

Yellow Chu Jelly:

Tastes like stale olive oil due to it essentially being sentient lantern fule.

Technically could be used in cooking but it's...not recommend.

Red Chu Jelly:

Think of the worst cherry flavored cough syrup you've ever had? That. That is what it tastes like x10 plus the consistency of swallowing a block of jelly. But it keeps you alive so down the hatch.

Blue Chu Jelly:

Tastes like raspberries soaked in way too much vodka but not in a pleasant way? There's something inherently wrong with the flavor even though it is one of the more pleasant ones by a long shot. And it burns a bit like alcohol would. But you in fact can not get dru k off of it.

Green Chu Jelly: fuck canon. This shit does something!

Can be used as a weak lantern oil but can not be used as a weak health potion and will in fact deplete a heart.

Can make a great accelerants for easy fire starting

When mixed with straight alcohol can add kick to a molotov cocktail type attack

When mixed with other things it's a great poison base but only weak have a bad day(petty spite) poisons.

Rare Chu Jelly:

Tastes like lemon sugar water. That's it. It is the only one that actually tastes good. And if you mix it with anything it loses it's properties so no one mixes it.

Black Chu Jelly: Again. Screw cannon think of the nightmares.

Tastes like straight black licorice (Anise) so it's taste is hard to disguise.

Second rarest jelly to find but creates the best poisons

Is also poisonous on its own but it's slow acting and can be survived.

When turned into a poison it is able to create a wide variety of symptoms depending on what it's mixed with but it almost always produces mild - severe hallucinations.

#linked universe #loz #loz tp #tp #twilight princess #okay have fun bye bye #*bolts*

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trashbins-stuff · 11 months

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if you have a lighter, what color is it?

pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange?

do you like pasta?

how often are you on tumblr?

are you only doing this because you’re bored?

what blogs do you mostly interact with?

can you swim?

have you had water today?

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?

have you ever [insert question]?

bass or drums?

favorite tv commercial?

can we be friends?

do you admire the clouds and color of the sky?

what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

a netflix series that’s your favorite?

an earliest obsession you remember?

do you play video games?

zombies or vampires?

have you listened to [insert musician/band]?

your first celebrity crush?

do you have a collection of cool rocks?

five words that describe you?

what have you learned about yourself?

can you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?

do you believe in aliens?

books or films?

an unusual song that’s your favorite?

the last thing you ate?

do you have a favorite [insert question]?

have you gotten bit by a dog?

do you write better with a pen or a pencil?

a song that gets stuck in your head?

when you hear “ peace ” what do you think of?

a school subject your good with?

how many alarms do you have set?

do you shop at thrift stores?

what’s the meaning behind your url?

is there wise words you live by?

what’s your favorite [insert question]?

you gotta have a favorite beatles song, what is it?

earphones or a speaker?

what do you remember from your childhood?

do you collect anything?

favorite tea?

a christmas song you secretly like?

book stores or record stores?

how weird were these questions?

what scents do you like?

is there [insert question]?

-i dont rlly use lighters but i do use molotov :] my fav is the green one

-cheetos bag orange

-pastaaaa <33

-first place i go to when open my phone, its my comfort place yk,,,

-mybe,,,

-probably a/im-going-to-hornyjail or pepperpep

-mybe

-yes

-cotton candy

-[insert amswer]

-drum

-the cafe commercial where the man (coffe) and the woman (milk) walk to eachother and blend together. Very bigender xoded

-yes

-yeah

-hmmmmmmmmm too much cant rember

-i dont have netflix

-undertale

-yes

-vampie

-[insert yes or no answer]

-i dont have any celeb crish

-*wink*

-silly loyal power-hungry nostalgic bittersweet

-idk

-mybe probably wont stay long tho

-*ring @salachy * r u an alien :0

-book

-messages from the stars by the rah band, god is calling me back home by king gizzard and the lizard wizard and to my enemies by saint motel

-rice

-[insert answer w fav thing]

-naw B]

-it doesnt matter itll still look likr chicken scratcj :'D

-dumb dumb- mazie

-the fruit

- art mybe

-i woke up whenever so no alarm

-yeah i would

-wouldnt u like to know weather boy? (Fuck around and find out)

-"the entire point of my life is to be silly kind and rlly weird btw"

-[answer]

-strawberry fields forever

-earphone

-yeah :D

-plastic bag and straws

-winter melon tea

-humbug by owl city

-bookstore

-theyre kinda weird

-lavender or those scent that remind me of a memory

-[insert the answer here]

#phew

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Vengeance, burning bright

What if, after Aziraphale-as-Crowley dried off from the Holy Water bath, Hell had decided that failure had to be punished - And Hastur was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hastur arrives at the bookshop, looking for revenge. Set after S2E6 Written for Whumptober Day 20 - "People don't change people, time does" | Blanket | Found Family | "You will regret touching them."

Content warnings: Fire, burning

Hastur sneered up at the cherry red façade and the delicate gold lining.

A.Z. Fell and Co.

The fog curled around him, the air even more cold and dank than it would be for London normally. The toad settled on his head croaked, the sound echoing in the empty street.

With a grunt, he set the cheap black duffel in his left hand on the ground, fingers fighting his command to release the textured strap. The glass bottles inside clunked together and the demon winced at the noise.

The lamp clutched against his right side burned furiously, the heat permeating the air around them like a shroud.

That bastard Aziraphale was gone, Hastur knew – promoted or some such bullshit – but he’d been watching, in the weeks since his freedom.

Satan had to punish someone for that shitshow of an Armageddon and after Crowley had treated the Holy Water like a leisurely scrub, the Administration had to find another target.

Wrong place, wrong time, he’d told that overblown toad before he’d dunked him into the blessed liquid. Hastur was lucky he hadn’t gotten the same fate.

But that didn’t mean four years of torture and hell hadn’t fanned the flames of vengeance. (When Hell wanted you to learn a lesson, you learned in through pain, etched into your bones and carves into your flesh.)

Groaning, Hastur set the lamp on the ground and sank to his knees on the asphalt. He ignored the way his arm felt as if it were being jabbed with a thousand tiny pins while he opened the hatch in the vessel, his fingers fumbling with the tiny latch.

There was a light on in the bookshop, imbuing the interior with a soft, warm light. The new shopkeep.

Hastur had watched for days, plotting his revenge (It was a struggle to be sure, Hastur didn’t have much of an imagination).

This angel was no Aziraphale.

But there was fondness.

The way Crowley rolled his eyes when the angel had crouched to their knees beside the pond babbling a greeting to the flock of ducks.

The way his mouth quirked minutely while the angel choked on a gulp of wine.

The way he’d sat in the park, answering the endlessly annoying stream of questions the angel posed about whatever inane thought entered their mind.

It was embarrassing, even for a demon as big of a disgrace as the traitor was.

Hastur reached into the duffel and pulled out a glass bottle out of its metal cage. His hands shook as he dipped the wick into the Hellfire and launched Molotov cocktail through the shop window. The glass shattered, the noise echoing in the empty street and Hastur grinned as he lit another.

He could see the little angel in there now, feel the Grace reverberate in the air as they tried to miracle away the Hellfire. The flames leapt higher, finding purchases on the carpet and furniture and books. The warm light the bookshop had been emanating earlier warped, becoming angry and uncontrollable.

~*~

Muriel coughed as they brought their arm up to cover their nose, trying to peer through the billowing black smoke that filled the shop. The books.

Aziraphale told them to mind the shop. They couldn’t lose all his precious books.

“Oh oh oh oh,” they cried as the fire started to climb a bookshelf. They rushed over, reaching their hand through the flames to grab the tomes.

They yelped as the fire burned them, the orange flame clinging to their sleeve. With a horrified shout, Muriel shed their jacket and tossed it to the ground.

“Hellfire,” they whispered in pained awe, studying their blistered flesh on their hand.

Oh no.

Gritting their teeth, they swept the burning tomes to the floor and snapped their fingers, transporting the bookshelf in front of them outside, safe from the flames. Their eyes squinted, the hellfire permeating the noxious smoke. They coughed again and miracle away more shelves.

There were too many to clear before the hellfire got them.

With a groan, Muriel screwed their eyes shut and summoned all the strength she could muster from Heaven. The hellfire roared as it grew suddenly, feeding off the Grace as though it was starving, but most of the books were gone, barely visible through the smoke and flames.

They coughed, the smoke burning their lungs. Drained, they turned toward the door.

Where was it?

They could barely see three feet ahead of themselves. The rafters groaned, wood splintering, as Hellfire spread across the ceiling.

They snapped their fingers, trying to gather whatever strength they could in order to transport themselves away, but their body only shuddered, too weak and drained to obey. They felt nauseous and feverish, the temperature and their exhaustion overwhelming as the room spun.

“He –“ cough “Help!” They shouted, stumbling toward a gap in the wall of flames. They tripped, putting their hands out to brace their fall.

They screamed as their palms landed in the flames, the pain flooding their body. They scrambled to their knees, recoiling from the flames as they struggled to breathe.

CRACK

Muriel gasped as the pillar fell on top of them, the deceptively narrow column belying its weight. They shoved at it, biting back the sobs as they fought with the heat, the damage and the pain.

They looked up as the ceiling collapsed, covering the scrivener in a blanket, plaster and hellfire.

#whumptober 2023 #good omens #Hastur #Muriel

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