#peppermint fic
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"...if you remain his student"
Ahsoka doesn’t leave the Jedi Order. This does not save Anakin. This was never going to save Anakin.
Nor stop him.
She felt relief sweep through her. Of course Anakin had come running back to the Temple the moment he’d sensed something wrong. If anyone could save the day, it would be him.
“Master!” she said, all her relief and joy at knowing he was alright suffusing the word. She started towards him, but Whie caught her arm without even looking at her, his eyes never straying from Anakin. Whie’s expression was one of recognition, of one who had just seen all the pieces fit into place, and finally reached understanding that had long been elusive.
And in the Force, he felt so much like the soldiers Ahsoka had seen that had known that the medics would not be able to save them, that she immediately started looking for the wound.
But he had no injury that she could see or sense.
“Ahsoka. I’ll give you a chance,” Anakin said. “Turn away from this insurrection, and the Chancellor will be lenient.”
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It seems a lot of people are interesting in trying out the hibiscus tea with pomegranate so here's the actual recipe from Assassin's Creed Culinary Codex, courtesy of my below average photography skills.
The actual recipe so you don't have to squint:
20 dried hibiscus flowers
2 tablespoon (10 g) chopped ginger
2 tablespoons honey
seeds of 1 pomegranate.
Bring 4.25 cups (1 liter) of water to a gentle simmer. Add the dried hibiscus flowers and chopped ginger. Simmer for at least 15 minutes, then add the honey and mix well.
Remove the mixture form the heat and let cool. When the beverage has reached room temperature, pour the pan's contents into a pitcher (jug) and refrigerate for at least 4 houts, letting the hibiscus flowers continue to steep at the colder temperature.
When the potion is cool pour into four glasses. Garnish with a few pomegranate seeds and enjoy!
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Teecup additions:
Based on Eagle of Alamut, add more honey if you wish it to taste the way Diya al-Dīn and Umar prepares it. Steep it longer if you wish to taste how the Al-Sayf family prepares it.
(If you have an actual teapot, you can just steep it there instead of a pan XD)
#there's also an eagle's tea for altaïr's section#it's cardamom peppermint and honey#i haven't tried it yet though so *shrug*#ac fic: eagle of alamut
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hc time abeds chapstick is normally a strawberry flavour and peppermint during december for the festive feel (also i once got this stick of chocolate flavoured lip balm from the dentist i think he would enjoy that)
#shui talks#nbc community#abed nadir#ive heard fics say its cherry but i hate the taste of artificial cherry so im projecting onto him#one time someone in the study group gave him spearmint and he never used it#<- projecting again though . im very particular about peppermint vs spearmint#<- <- also it was probably britta and she probably fished it out of her drawer and gave it to him as a gesture of kindness#WHILE MAKING THIS POST I DISCOVERED LUCKY CHARM FLAVOURED LIP BALM#if anyone has tried it let me know if its actually good or not
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I imagine when Chai gets sick, he gets SICK. Chai can’t get out of bed because he’s hot and cold, body sweating, shaking, sore, and just feeling awful. The gang now has to take care of him: Korsica is researching on how to ease his sickness (maybe working on some emails to cancel some meetings Chai had as the ambassador), Peppermint berating him on taking care of himself while shoving a spoonful of warm soup in his mouth, Macaron desperately trying not to panic at his friend’s state (he probably made the soup), CNMN is…helping in his…usual way.
the universe (fanbase) just loves making this guy suffer
Chai wakes up groggy, sweaty, cold, and with his whole body aching. His nose is stuffed up and his throat is scratchy. The beat is crazy fast. He feels like he just ran a ten mile marathon, but he's still running even though it's over.
Coughing, his body jolts. He hates the fact that each one is in-time.
His first thought is goddammit. His second is I need a nap. Which is followed up by wait, I just woke up.
A beat passes.
Rolling over, he pulls the blanket up over his head and tries to go back to sleep.
Something fuzzy rubbing against his face wakes Chai up. He groans. Someone says something. He can't make out the words. But the voice is familiar. Probably Peppermint. The fuzzy thing disappears after a second.
"Chai? You awake...?" Peppermint asks.
He grumbles in response, too tired to form a coherent sentence.
"...I'll take that as a maybe."
A few beats pass.
Then, she says, "You're gonna have to, y'know, get up soon. Don't you have a meeting today?"
Does he? Chai really can't remember. His brain feels like it's full of bees. Or it's made of soup. Bee soup...
"Hello? Chai?"
"Whuh?"
"...Are you okay?"
"Meh...m'fine...don' worry 'bout it," he mumbles.
About half a beat passes before Peppermint says, "So what you're saying is you're definitely not okay."
He frowns. "No...? S'not what I said...at all."
She sighs.
The fuzzy thing is suddenly back. This time it's rubbing against his arm—and meowing.
Oh. It's just 808.
He slowly opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of Peppermint looking down at him, her arms crossed. Shifting, he looks down towards 808. Her glowing eyes and LEDs, paired with the light creeping in through the open door, make him squint and grimace. He shuts them again.
808 mewls, nuzzling into the crook of his elbow. With a fond huff, Chai wraps his arm around her and pulls her up toward him, nestling her against his chest. She starts purring a beat later.
Something touches his forehead. It quickly pulls away.
Peppermint mutters something. Then, she says, "You're definitely sick. You really need to take better care of yourself."
Chai has no idea what that's supposed to mean. He takes great care of himself. Eats, drinks, sleeps, showers, vibes...all the things you're supposed to do. Besides, she's one to talk! Need to take better care of myself...psh...
Him being sick doesn't have anything to do with how well he takes care of himself. He probably caught something during one of his concerts. Being around a huge crowd of people does that to you. Plus, there's been, like, a bunch of new human employees that he could've gotten sick from. Hmph. Need to take better care of myself...yeah, right.
"What're you muttering about?"
...Was he saying all that out loud?
...
Doesn't matter. He takes good care of himself, which is what does.
"...Hello? Earth to Chai?"
"Nothin'. Don' worry 'bout it."
"Bit late for that," she dryly replies.
With a sigh, she says something about 'calling for back-up' and breakfast. Chai hums in response.
He assumes the back-up is just a work-related thing.
As for breakfast...the thought of eating right now isn't super appealing. He'll get himself something later. Right now, he mostly just wants to go back to sleep.
So, rolling over, he cuddles 808 and tries to do just that.
The feeling of something cold and damp being placed on top of his forehead jolts Chai out of his slumber. He grunts, eyes fluttering open.
They widen when he's met with the sight of Macaron. There's a familiar anxious expression on his face. But he perks up a little when he notices Chai looking at him.
"Hey, little guy. How're you feeling?"
Everything aches. His mouth feels like it's full of sand, and his throat is itchier than a flea-covered dog. The entirety of his body feels disgusting. Sweaty and greasy and just overall horrible. He's cold and too hot. His stomach and head are starting to hurt. It's hard to breathe. The beat is so fast. Whatever song is playing is both too loud and too quiet. He's too tired to even guess the genre.
But he does feel slightly better than he did...however many hours ago. Just barely.
"Like dogshit," is what part of him wants to say. The truthful, exhausted, hurting part.
Instead, he croaks out, "Eh. Could be worse."
Macaron smiles weakly. Then, he turns away as he lets out a soft, "Oh!" When he turns back around, he's holding a mug and a glass of water. Steam is rising from the mug.
"Me and CNMN made you some soup," he explains as he gingerly sets them down on Chai's night stand. "It's just chicken noodle. Hope that's alright."
A memory of being sick in bed, eating Gram's homemade chicken noodle soup suddenly hits Chai, and he's left reeling for a few beats.
Shaking himself and sniffling, he slowly sits up. The wash cloth that was on his forehead falls off, onto his lap. It makes him realize that 808 is gone. Must've gotten sick of cuddling with his sorry ass. He frowns. Then, he huffs a laugh. Hah. Sick.
"Chicken noodle's great. Thanks, Mac," he replies, offering the best grin he can muster at the moment. It's ruined by a brief coughing fit.
"Of course! It's no problem."
Picking up the mug, Chai notices some bottles of medicine are also on the nightstand. There's a sticky note attached to one that reads, "Take two of each—WITH WATER!" It's signed by Pep. He smiles.
Turning his attention back to the cup, drinks some of the soup in it. Warmth quickly spreads through him. It doesn't quite taste like home—but it's close enough. Before he knows it, it's all gone.
His stomach stops hurting almost immediately. Now he wishes he had gotten up to eat earlier. Oh well.
Macaron's staring at him with wide eyes. "Good?"
"Amazing!" he replies. After a beat, he adds on, "I feel better already! Tell your co-chef I said thanks!"
He beams. "I'm glad. And you can tell them yourself—if you're feeling up to it. They're just out in the living area."
...It's probably about time he got up. Not only to see his friends, but also because he really needs to piss. Then, he can just take another nap on the couch and sleep the rest of this stupid...whatever he has away. Easy peasy.
"Gimme like...5 minutes."
"Alright! See you in a few."
Showered, changed, bladder emptied, and medicine taken, Chai limps over to the couch where Peppermint, 808, Macaron, CNMN, and Korsica are all gathered.
When he'd first left his room and hurried into the bathroom, he hadn't even noticed Korsica. He's surprised to see her here. It's not the weekend, so she should definitely be at work. Actually...Macaron and CNMN should be, too. And probably Peppermint, but she works from home sometimes so her being here isn't that weird.
Wincing from his sore body, Chai plops down next to Peppermint. 808 immediately hops from her lap to his. He pats her on the head.
Then, he looks at Korsica and asks, "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"...Hello to you, too, Chai," she says with a frown.
"What? It's Tuesday! So it's a valid question!"
"It's actually Wednesday, Mr. Chai," CNMN pipes up. "And hello!"
Oh. "Hey, CNMN. Thanks for the soup."
"It's no problem, Mr. Chai! I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"As CNMN said, it's Wednesday," Korsica states after a beat, bringing his attention back to her, "but that's besides the point. I'm here because of you."
"...Why?"
She blinks. "Because...you're my friend. And you're sick."
"...So...?"
"...So I came to check up on you. Oh, and...I handled your meeting today for you. Same with some others you had this week. Just in case."
His eyes widen. "Oh. Thanks. You didn't have to do that."
"I know. It's no trouble, really."
He looks toward the others after a beat.
"So, wait—you...all took the day off for me...?"
"Sure did, little guy."
"Yeah," Peppermint replies.
Chai's not really sure how to feel about that. There's a fuzzy feeling in his chest.
"...Thanks."
"Of course!"
"Sure."
Another beat passes.
His brow furrows. "Wait. How'd you guys even find out I'm sick?"
"I told them," Peppermint states.
"...So that's what the 'calling for back-up' thing was about!"
"Huh. I'm surprised you remember that—and that you even heard. I thought you had already passed out."
"Nah. I passed out right after."
Peppermint huffs and smiles. "Of course."
#hi fi rush#chai hi fi rush#808 hi fi rush#peppermint hi fi rush#macaron hi fi rush#korsica hi fi rush#cnmn hi fi rush#angelanswers.txt#angelwrites.txt#going back to my roots with this one#shout out to On and On It Goes#but not really because i hate it#can't believe it's my most popular fic#anyways.#this isn't Exactly what you said#partly because i just can't see peppermint literally spoon feeding chai#but i got most of it#also sorry the ending is weirdly abrupt#i wasn't sure how to close it out
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I think it'd be nice if they were allergic to or at least had a small aversion to mint because it's toxic to spiders
That would be neat! For any of them except Leo that is. I'm pretty sure if he suddenly couldn't drink his peppermint tea anymore, he would later be found sobbing on the floor in the kitchen (half joking.) (he finds it soothing/calming to him, so that being taken away during such a stressful time would probably be the last straw.)
Oh! Maybe Jenny is allergic or doesn't like mint. It would make sense since she's more spider than they are.
Thank you!
#asks#tmnt#rottmnt#family web au#Leos love peppermint tea across all my fics lol#Just like any splinter drinks Jasmine tea#it's a Trouble universal standard lol#(peppermint tea has a silly vibe to it for me)#(like it's hard to take seriously when one usually associates it with striped candy)#(which fits Rise leo perfectly)#(also i just really like peppermint tea)
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Summary:
The boys take what remains of CNMN and CH3-RRY back to get repaired, leaving Peppermint and Korsica alone in the tunnel. They explore a little before leaving, but what they find is concerning beyond measure.
#i got a little carried away with this one#not my fault the girl squad is so fun to write#SPECTRACtrlFinal.mp3 (1)#hi fi rush#hi-fi rush#hfr#hi fi rush fic#hfr fic#hi-fi rush fic#hifi rush peppermint#hifi rush korsica#my fic#bobasalt
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OKAY guys don’t hate me but we’re going with peanuts characters <3
#I just know if I name them 911 characters I’ll never be able to read 911 fic again without it being about them#so we did snoopy Linus Lucy Woodstock peppermint patty and Schroeder :)#personal
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fail-proof methods to lift ur mood — coco tested n approved ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ྀི) : i . hold a warm mug of tea within ur hands n sip slowly ii . eat good food ,, ideally soupie foods , curries on rice iii . share encouraging words , praise , compliments , any sort of sweet words wif someone . . seeing other ppl be happie bcos of something u said will make u happie too ☆
#𓈒 ۫ 𝓹𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓮 𐂯 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼 ₊⠀ೀ#wuz feeling quite poopie 2dai . . but i j made some instant tonkatsu ramen ( da costco onez )#n had a mug of peppermint tea 2 soothe m soul#n sent some sweet msgs 2 m fwens . . . now will do da same to m muties ^__^#read their fics . . leave comments in da tags in hopes dat it makes dem happie 🍪🥛 which in turn makes coco vewy vewy happieee ! !#everything is going 2 b okaiiii !
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Thanks for the tag @strandnreyes ❤️✨
Can you believe I made a banner?! Felt fancy, and there's gonna be way more than one christmas fic I'll be writing (in due time) so I said fuck it, I'll make one 😂
Here's a bit of the Christmas (in July) fic that is still not done in August (but is the only thing I'm actively writing atm) 🤷🏻♀️
Stepping out of the shower Carlos’ senses are accosted by the strong aroma of hot chocolate and if his nose isn’t betraying him, he thinks he can also detect a hint of peppermint in the air. He gets dressed quickly.
Walking back into the living area, Carlos can see TK pouring the hot chocolate he's already sniffed out into two mugs. He puts the empty milk pan into the sink, and grabs the whipped cream out of the fridge as Carlos makes his way over to his fiancé. He wraps his arms around TK from behind, propping his chin on TK’s shoulder and watches as TK finishes piping the whipped cream on top and puts a decorative candy cane in each of their mugs.
“Looks and smells amazing, baby.”
“Hmm,” TK hums in reply. “Only the best for you. One peppermint hot chocolate, made the way you love it best. I hope I got it right.”
No pressure tags: @noxsoulmate @bubblesandroses8 @beautifulhigh @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @goodways @detective-giggles @thebumblecee and anyone who wants to :)))
#wip wendesday#tarlos fic#me? writing? what a concept#christmas in july#peppermint presents and packing a piece
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I'm absolutely loving the energy Emily is bringing to the rescue of Jawbreaker.
#dimension 20#a crown of candy#just rocking up like oh you killed my rogue-turned fighter?#you've been doing massive amounts of damage to us and we've lost a total of two pcs so far?#that's cool. hey how good are you at taking what you've been dishing?#it's like Liam losing peppermint preston and becoming a terrifying war guy all over again#at some point I gotta find a fic where Jet gets to meet Saccharina as well#someone's gotta have played around with how the dynamic would've changed between the now three living sisters had they met#without the still very present raw wound of having just lost one of them
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1.5K words One-shot.
Korsica's prosthetic implant keeps breaking, for some unfathomable reason. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that it's Peppermint doing the repairs for her.
Why sleep when I can instead hastily write a fic for a videogame I haven't even played?
#hi fi rush#korsica#peppermint#korsica x peppermint#peppermint x korsica#help i dont know the ship name there's only like 6 fics for them in ao3#hi-fi rush
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Why the Sith Don't Have Class Reunions
Sith apprentices rarely agree with one another (there’s a reason for the Rule of Two, after all), but Darth Sidious is starting to think that it’s worse when they do.
Let the apprentices squabble. Let them fruitlessly debate the mysteries of the Force they would never understand. It wouldn’t be long before they came to blows, anger broiling and grasping at the slightest provocation. Sidious would hardly even need to add a few comments here and there to rile them up. He only had to sit back and watch the carnage as they pitted themselves against one another, only the strongest triumphing to take their place at his side!
Gleeful with anticipation, Sidious leaned back, contemplating just what he could say to make this more entertaining. Already, it was proving to be the most fun he’d had in a while.
It took only four words from his current apprentice for everything to go off track.
“This is Obi-Wan’s fault!”
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Okay, so @fanworldbuildingfun, @wolfofwhat and @annarooma wanted me to start adding notes in my fics about the research I did and I thought “Oh fuck, I have to find the bible verses I used for that tentacle demon fic” and then I realized that might not be what you guys want. XD
Anyway, I’ll start posting more fic trivia here and some ‘research’ I did for Eagle of Alamut.
To start us off, you might have noticed I tend to add hibiscus tea in my fics at times, specifically associating it with Malik and the Al-Sayfs.
It is NOT because of hanakotoba (I know, weird, right? Me? Not adding flower language???) as you might have guessed.
It is actually a reference to an actual recipe in the official Assassin's Creed: The Culinary Codex.
The Bissap Potion
It was meant to show my headcanon that the Al-Sayf is an old Assassin family.
…………… and I like hibiscus tea XD
#excuse the quality#my phone's camera is shit#yes#it’s a bayek recipe#the eagle’s team in altaïr’s section is peppermint cardamon and honey tea#that one i headcanon as the usual tea in masyaf#fic trivia#i’m quite sure hibiscus tea appeared in#ac fic: white aster of masyaf#ac fic: beloved moon#hey if there's any specific parts in any of my fics you'd like me to talk about#send an ask or a comment anywhere i guess?#i am planning to show a bit of the research i went thru#for the fight scenes in eagle of alamut#some other time hahaha
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People need to start writing angst pieces for Hi-Fi rush **now**
I don’t even read fics, they just need to exist
#hi fi rush#Mind controlled Chai anyone?#how about a dead CMNM?#Prehaps a Peppermint/Korsika hurt comfort fic if that’s how you swing#how about the gang get stuck in the evil within and have to find there way out
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I learned today that studies have proven that peppermint helps improve focus during test and despite the fact that I was in the middle of class and having a thoughtful discussion with my french teacher and classmates, all I could think about was Peter being allergic to mint and his teachers not knowing as they pass out peppermint candies before a big test
and also Peter being Peter doesn't notice what he's eating until it's in his mouth (because why would his spider-sense be going off right before a chemistry test?)
so anyways, do with that what you will
#peter parker#peter parker whump#ideas in class#peppermint#MY POLLS#polls#ideas#fic ideas#ideas for future references
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my newest korsimint fic is finally finished!
the gang has a game night. shit gets a little gay
#hi-fi rush#hi fi rush#hi-fi rush fic#korsimint#chai hi-fi rush#peppermint hi-fi rush#macaron hi-fi rush#korsica#korsica hi-fi rush
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