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mirage-aera · 4 months

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•°. *࿐ Expensive strawberries

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : She keeps me up - Nickelback

König x Reader

Synopsis: After going grocery shopping you decide to pump more air in the tires of König’s car. He appreciates it until you give him some shocking news.

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You open your fridge, frowning at the almost empty strawberries. You need to go grocery shopping anyway so this is a good excuse as any. You’re craving sweet strawberries and you’ll get them, no matter what. You quickly make a list of produce that you might need for this week. Thinking, if you go now, you might as well get all of the stuff that you might need, and perhaps some snacks for König as well. You check the clock hanging on the wall. It’s around 1 o’clock. You call out to König, who’s currently in the living room watching tv. “Hey Lieber? I’m going to the store. Do you need anything in particular?” You hear him get out, the cracking bones of his knees giving it away. You smile as his large frame enters the kitchen. He smiles at you, “maybe orange juice? We ran out yesterday.” He says sheepishly. You chuckle, you ought to buy a larger bottle of orange juice for your gentle giant. He drinks through them way too quickly. You nod, “sure thing, Lieber.” He wraps his large arms around you. Having to bend down to give your forehead a small smooch. “Danke, meine Taube.” You grin up at him, loving the small moment of serenity you have together.

Eventually, he lets you go so can go to the store. He heads back to the living room before he abruptly spins around to face you. “Do you want me to come with you?” He asks. You shake your head and gently push him back to the living room, “you go and relax. I’ll give you a call if I need anything.” He hesitates before nodding. You make a small list of all the things that you need to buy. You grab the car keys for his car. You love to drive his car whenever he’s home. It has that earthy scent of his that he carries around everywhere. It reminds you of home. “I’ll be back in a minute, Kö!” You let him know you're leaving. His reply melted you from the inside, “drive safely, Taube!” You chuckle before gently closing the door behind you.

You walk up to your car and get in, shoving the key into the ignition, starting the engine, and putting it out of park. You move the gear stick and drive off. While you’re driving you suddenly have an idea pop up into your head once you see that his car is low on fuel. You saw a couple of days ago a video of a harmless prank. You smirk. You’re going to recreate it but with König. Slowly you arrive at the store and pull up into a parking space. You shut everything off and head into the store. You look at your list, ‘strawberries, orange juice, eggs, chips for König, coffee, and canned soup.’ Should be easy enough, it’s only a few things. You head to the fresh aisle first. Grabbing a box of strawberries, the very thing you were craving all day. You grab some bananas for König, knowing he’d appreciate that. You head to the fridges to grab a bottle of orange juice. You grab it off of the shelf and put it in your basket. Next, you head to the eggs section. You grab a simple 10-pack. König likes to eat quite a bit of eggs so 10 should be enough for him. Next, you head to the snacks and coffee aisles. You grab the chips and coffee and put those in the basket as well. Now finally onto the last item on your list, the canned soup. You head to the canned products aisle and grab a can of chicken soup. It’ll be perfect if one of you gets sick. Easy on the stomach and easy to make. You head to the checkout after grabbing everything. You scan every item and pay for your groceries. You stuff them into a plastic bag and walk out, heading back to the car.

Now your plan can begin. You drive to the nearest gas station to fuel up. You see the gas station coming into sight. You slow down the car as you pull up. You stop the car at a pump. You walk out of the car and fill it with gas. Once it clicks, you stop and pay for the gas. Now, the car had a tire pressure alert on the dash a while ago. König simply didn’t deal with it yet. So while you’re here you’ll do it for him. You enter the car again and slowly roll it over the air pressure stations. You get out and pay a small amount for the machine to start. You fill up the tires with air. Once all tires are filled to their maximum capacity you head back into the car to go home. As you drive home you can’t help but smirk at the plan you’ve concocted up in your mind.

You pull up into your driveway and open the front door, groceries in hand. Once König hears the front door open, he hurries over to you and grabs the plastic bag from you. He puts it down on the kitchen counter as you follow him. You both put the groceries away together. Once that’s done you wash some strawberries as König pours himself a glass of orange juice. “Hey Lieber?” You call out his name. He hums in acknowledgment. “I refilled your tires for you today.” You bite back a laugh. He looks at you and puts his glass down, “oh, danke!” He smiles at you. You put a fake frown on your face, “they charged me 100 for it.” He nearly spits out his orange juice, “bitte?! You paid 100 for the tires?!” He asks in distress. You nod, “they said they originally charged 50 per tire but they gave me a discount.” You can see his eyes bulging. “Was?! They wanted you to pay 200?!” You nod again in mock confusion. He slams his palm to his forehead, “oh mein Gott. Taube, where did you refill the tires?” You think for a moment, “a repair shop, why?” He looks at you in disbelief “Taube, bitte. Are you really asking me why?” You nod again. He sighs, “they scammed you. You pay a few euros at most. 25 per tire is absurd and the fact they wanted to charge you 50 per tire is crazy. We’re going back, this is unacceptable. I’m having a word with those workers.” He says as he heads out to grab his jacket. You let out a small chuckle.

“Wait König!” You call out to him while trying to catch up to him. He whips around to face you, already pulling his jacket on. “Ja? Was ist los?” You let out a laugh. He looks at you with a confused expression. “Whatever could be so funny, Taube?” Your laughter dies down as he waits for your answer, “I was joking König. We do not need to go back. I refilled them at the gas station while I was fueling up your car.” He lets out a relieved sigh, “oh thank god. I felt like I was having a heart attack .” You chuckle, “I’m not that dumb, Lieber.” He laughs himself, “those would’ve been really expensive strawberries if you did pay 25 per tire.” He says as he snatches a strawberry from your hand and tosses it into his mouth. You frown at the missing strawberry, “hey! That was mine, go wash your own!” He chuckles as he walks back to the living room, “that was payback, meine Taube.” You groan in fake annoyance as his laughter rings through the house.

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luckykittysshowerthoughts · 5 months

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An Unfortunate Predicament [Michael x Reader]

[ GN reader, slowburn, fluff, mildly tsundere, SFW, hurt+comfort, 2.6k ]

"y/n."

"y/n. Can you hear me?"

You can just barely make out his voice past the ringing in your ears. You open your eyes, and... nothing. There's nothing around you, just blank space. It's like you're suspended in a pitch-black void.

You quickly sit up- making note of the clearly solid surface beneath you- and look down. More pitch blackness.

It isn't like it's dark. In fact, it's quite bright- you can see yourself just fine. There's just nothing else there. Nothing but a surprisingly bright light shining down from above. You look up, only to immediately glance away. It's like staring directly into the sun...

"What happened...?" You ask.

"Ugh, really, what did you get yourself into this time..." The voice speaks again. You quickly discern it's coming from directly above you, from the light. "I'd think you'd have learned by now not to eat anything Solomon cooks, but it seems you're just as stubborn as he is."

The memory comes flooding back, of Solomon bringing yet another one of his culinary abominations over to you. It's blurry, but you're pretty sure he even spoon-fed you...

Maybe it's time to start working on my boundaries.

"Ah. So that's how I got here," you say. "But still, what happened? What did it do? Where am I?"

"Whatever Solomon put in that 'chicken soup' of his has transported you into some kind of pocket dimension."

"Great..." You groan, patting the ground beside you. Yep, it’s solid alright.

"Honestly, it's always something new with that sorcerer. He's generally a reasonable person with a good head on his shoulders, but then he'll go and cook something up that poisons even demons, or transports someone through time, or... oh, I probably shouldn't have said that."

"Should I just forget you said that?"

"Please do. Though, I'm not sure you'll even remember any of this once you're out of here anyway."

You let out a sigh. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Don't worry. I'm here to get you out," the voice responds. "Now, this should only take a second..."

You're about to point out how he completely dodged the question, but figure now isn't the time. You're relying on whoever this is to return you to the real world, after all.

The sound of someone snapping their fingers reverberates through whatever kind of space you're in, before you flinch at the piercing sound of glass shattering.

"I- what the...” The voice exclaims in disbelief.

Up to this point, the voice had this undertone of superiority- the kind that screams 'I know things you don't', that considers itself above you and any situation that could present itself. It reminded you of Lucifer, in a way, just more on the patronizing end. However, all of that is gone now- this just seems genuinely taken aback, even startled.

That same shattered-glass sound rings through the space again, then a frustrated growl before trying again.

A pit forms in your stomach. This isn't good...

"That damn sorcerer," the voice mutters, mostly to himself. "Oh. Excuse my language."

"You can't get out, can you?"

He sighs. "It seems I can't."

"Great."

"Fortunately, unlike you, I should still be able to contact the outside world from here," the voice assured. "With outside support, we should be able to be extracted from here with little issue. I just need to give Raphael the instructions."

Raphael, huh?

"Who are you, anyway? You never answered my question earlier."

"You sure ask a lot of questions, don't you?" the voice responds, tone dripping with annoyance.

"Well, for as long as we're stuck here together, we might as well get to know each other."

Your remark is followed by a long moment of deafening silence.

"...hello?"

Another thirty seconds of silence pass by, and a nervous feeling starts building up in your stomach. Is he still here? Had you crossed him in some way, and if you had, is he still going to help you out of here, or just himself?

"He-"

"Ugh. Three hours... it's going to be around three hours."

You groan, taking another look at your surroundings. There's absolutely nothing to keep yourself entertained for the next three hours. There's nothing to even look at. And you're stuck here with some strange being that won't even tell you his name. Though, you're fairly certain you know who it is anyway.

"I can't believe Solomon pulled this off, and without even trying. His capacity to mess things up is almost impressive, isn't it? Though, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised anymore. Inventing an immortality potion, fighting a one-man war against the entire Devildom, shrinking Lucifer and suppressing his power, and now somehow trapping me... sometimes I worry what would happen if he decided to use his power to nefarious ends. And the whole cooking thing... why did he even have to get into cooking, of all things? I never thought I'd have to say the sentence, 'you were sent to a pocket dimension by chicken soup', but here we are. It's times like this that I understand why the Sorcerer's Society sent a dragon after him; this is ridiculous. He really causes me no end of..."

The voice trails off.

"Sorry. I'm rambling."

"No, no, ramble away," you respond quickly. "It's not like there's anything else for us to do here, anyway. Maybe your voice will keep me from going insane."

He scoffs softly. "I'm not here to entertain you."

"Would you honestly rather just sit here in silence? You're stuck here with me just as much as I'm stuck here with you."

That familiar radio silence fills the air again. God, this guy is petty.

Maybe I should see how big this place really is. There's not much to see, but maybe walking around will at least keep me from dying of boredom.

You get up from the floor (or, what you think counts as a floor?), pick a random direction and start walking.

"You know, not many humans would just walk into complete darkness with no directions. But then again, you've never been one to take the safe path, have you?"

You pause and frown. "You say that as though you know me."

"I've been watching," he admits. "The way you've forged such bonds with those brothers, influenced them so tremendously... I'd say you're flying too close to the sun, but everything seems to be going well. I'm happy you're making them happy."

"Well, thanks..?" You respond awkwardly. "I'm glad I'm making them happy, too."

"May I ask why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, they are demons."

"And? They're still dear to me."

"Dear to you, huh?" The voice asks pensively.

"Why are you so invested, anyway?"

There's a second of hesitation before the voice speaks again. Not a long spell of intentional silence like earlier, but a simple pause. As though he's contemplating what to say, or whether to speak at all.

"Because long ago, they were my brothers." The voice answers. "It's been a long time since then. But I do still have a smidgen of care for them. And seeing you get so close with them, it... it fascinates me."

There's an undeniable tone of loneliness to his tone, one that he's clearly trying to restrain but is leaking through nonetheless.

"Fascinates you?" You ask. You pause. "...well, you fascinate me, too, Michael. That's who you are, isn't it?"

"Excuse me?" He blurts in shock.

"You aren't exactly hiding it well."

Several seconds of silence ensue, and then a weak chuckle.

"You really are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"My life is full of surprises. I try to match the energy."

"I think I see why Lucifer likes you so much," he remarks. "And, yes, I am Michael. In case you needed the confirmation."

"Confirmation is always appreciated," you respond. "It's nice to finally meet you, Michael."

"I'm sorry? Nice to meet me?"

You quirk an eyebrow. "Why are you so surprised?"

"I apologize. It's just... I would have imagined Lucifer and those brothers of his would only have negative things to say of me. I had figured you wouldn't have the best impression of me, much less want to meet me."

"Meh, it's been a mixed bag," you shrug.

"Come on. You can't just say that; now I'm curious."

You chuckle. "Well, Mammon told me how you taught him about the constellations."

"He still remembers that...?"

"Apparently," you shrug again. "He tried to teach me too, but according to Luke he misremembered a lot. Still haven't had anyone teach me properly."

"Well, hold on."

"Huh?"

Another snap echoes through the void, and suddenly you're in an endless sea of stars.

"Woah..." you let out a gleeful giggle, eyes sparkling with wonder. "This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it."

You're startled to hear the voice coming from behind you rather than above you. Now that you think about it, the bright light beaming down from above is gone too...

You slowly turn around, and there he is, in the flesh. Your heart skips a beat as you see him, and you remember what you were told not too long ago.

He's everything humans expect an angel to be and more.

He’s just… magnificent. He’s beautiful in the most ethereal way, with a certain grandeur to him on par with Lucifer. You can't help but stare, taking in his features, basking in them like warm sunlight.

The playful smile fades from his face for a moment. "Come on, don't look at me like that. There's really not much to look at.”

“I respectfully disagree,” you utter under your breath.

“Whatever. Let's go look at the stars instead."

He gets that starry-eyed look of childlike excitement again as he brushes past you and points at a cluster of stars.

"That over there is Orion, humans also call it 'The Hunter'. What a lot of people don't know is that each of the stars have their own names, too. Look at those three stars across the middle, the belt. Left to right are Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. Now look up from there at the shoulders, now look just east of that... there's Canis Minor. Canis Minor is... oh, I never actually told you the names of the other stars in Orion, did I? I apologize. Anyway..."

You listen to him ramble on, pointing excitedly at various stars, constellations, and asterisms. Oh, and he explains to you what an asterism was. It's so easy to get lost in his words, even if it straddles the line between coherent thought and word vomit at times.

"What was that earlier about you not being here to entertain me?" You tease with a smirk.

He gives you a deadpan look. "This isn't for you. It's for me."

"Right," you chuckle and roll your eyes. "My apologies."

"Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Sorry~"

“You’re not sorry at all,” he sighs softly and shakes his head.

You give him a shrug.

“I don't get it," he utters, shaking his head once more with a soft smile upon his face. "You're just a human, but you talk to me like a friend. It's like you don't care who I am, what I am. It's absurd."

"Well, I've spent quite a while sassing Lucifer and his brothers. You aren't special."

"There you go again..." he sighs. "This is how you treat them, too?"

"Pretty much."

"You really don't care who anyone is, do you?"

"Nope."

"I don't understand how Lucifer hasn't killed you yet."

"Trust me, he's tried."

The two of you share a chuckle.

"You know, one time..." You delve into a story about you and Lucifer, one of the many times you drove him crazy.

Throughout the story, Michael leans in further and further towards you, completely captivated. He looks so utterly enthralled that you just can't bring yourself to bring it to a close. One chaotic story segues into another, and another. You feel like one of one of those camp counselors sitting around a campfire, telling stories to a circle of starry-eyed children.

"With the way you talk about him, I'd almost think he hasn't changed," Michael remarks with a distant look in his eyes, a sad smile tilting the corners of his lips.

"Really, he hasn't," you tell him. "From what I've heard, anyway. He's still Lucifer."

He lets out a sad sigh, eyes cast downward. "All this time, I've thought the Lucifer I knew died when I... when he became a demon."

He meets your gaze with a melancholic look.

"He's changed a little," you agree, "but he's still the same Lucifer inside. I've seen enough to know that. I'm sure if you give him a chance..."

Michael sighs. "How am I supposed to face him as a demon? How am I supposed to look at him, not recoil at what he's become, what I turned him into?"

You put a hand on his shoulder. "Michael."

His eyes widen in surprise, as he’s momentarily snapped out of his episode of self-pity.

"Touching me too, are you? You really do know no bounds."

You swear you can see the faintest blush upon his face. Or maybe it’s just a trick of the light. Either way, that could be explored later.

"It's how I've gotten this far," you tell him with a smile. "I've gotten where I am because I, consistently, decided to take the plunge. And I think it's time for you to take the plunge, too."

For a long moment, he just looks down at the ground, his expression unreadable.

After what feels like forever, he meets your gaze again. "Let's get back to the constellations," he suggests with a weary smile.

"Okay."

And so, Michael returns to his rambles about the constellations, wildly pointing and gesturing into his projection of the night sky. A surprised blush heats up your face as you feel a feathered wing drape around you like a soft blanket. You look to Michael in disbelief, as he continues gesturing to the stars.

You shuffle closer to him, and without looking away from the distant stars, he pulls his wing over you tighter, almost squeezing like a feathery hug. His feathers brush against you, softer than anything you’ve ever felt.

You gently grasp some of his gleaming white feathers between your fingers and stroke them. His eyes widen in surprise.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could touch,” he weakly chides.

“You’re the one who touched first!”

“Ugh…” he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, that over there is Lacerta…”

You settle back down underneath his wing, taking everything in. He’s warm, unbelievably warm. It’s as though you’re snuggled up in a heated blanket as the two of you gaze up at the stars. You feel like you could stay there forever.

I can't believe this is happening.

However, all good things must come to an end. Eventually, you start to notice the starry sky... breaking apart. Into little tiny pieces, floating away into the abyss.

"Wh-"

"That must mean Raphael succeeded," Michael says, stepping away and retracting his wing. "When this little pocket of reality is fully dissolved, we'll be sent right back to where we were before this whole ordeal."

A pang of disappointment hits you as you realize your little moment is coming to a close.

"Oh, don't give me that face." Michael says. "We'll see each other again; I promise it. So try to remember me this time, okay?"

You give him a weird look. Try to remember him this time...? What on Earth does he mean by that...?

Before you can ask, he takes your hands in his and squeezes them gently. Just as he does, a blinding light pours in and... now, you're in your bed.

You blink and sit up.

"Oh, thank goodness! What was that about; ya really had us scared there! Don't ya ever do that again!" Mammon's practically yelling into your ear.

"Mammon, there's no need to be right in their face. Not after they just woke up." Lucifer shakes his head. "Are you alright, [y/n]?"

"I'm feeling quite alright," you smile.

"Oh?" Lucifer gives you a weird look.

"You can go ahead and tell everyone I'm fine," you say, standing up and walking towards the door. "I'm headed to the library."

Meanwhile, in the Celestial Realm, Raphael breathes a sigh of relief as Michael reappears.

"Ugh, honestly, Michael," he shakes his head. "How did you even find yourself in such a predicament, anyway? I mean, you?"

"As I said. I had to help [y/n]."

"Were you even actually stuck in there, or were you just using it as an excuse to mess around when you have work to do?"

"...I'll leave that up to your interpretation."

"Michael...! Hey, don't just run off...!"

#FINALLY Michael pines for someone other than Lucifer #no idea why i decided to write in present tense that's unlike me #7 minutes in heaven except there’s no sex just infodumping #Is he just embarrassed to admit he was really stuck or was he really fucking around? Who knows!#obey me michael #obey me x reader #om michael #obey me michael x reader #fluff #hurt+comfort

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pedros-husband · 6 months

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you get sick

pedro pascal characters x male reader

characters included: javier pena, joel miller, javi gutierrez, marcus moreno, agent whiskey, silva, oberyn martell, dieter bravo

javier pena: he's always constantly worrying about you due to the nature of his job and the danger both of you are in every day because of it, so when you get sick his anxiety is absolutely sky high. He calls in sick to take care of you and won't take his eyes off you for even a moment unless hes fetching food or medicine. if you try to talk about how he's worried about you and how endearing you find it, he'll brush you off and say he's just annoyed that he has to take care of you, but there will be a slight heat to his cheeks (it's totally the Colombian heat he'd tell you). He'd mutter spanish curses under his breath the whole time, grumbling about how annoyed he was that he had to be stuck at home taking care of you, or how stupid you were to go and get sick.

He's not stupid so he'll reduce affection to light touches and holding hands, so he doesn't get sick either, no matter how much you beg for a kiss or to cuddle. if you're persistent enough however, he may get in the bed facing away from you so you can cuddle him. he'd get annoyed if you get all your 'sickness' over his shirt but he won't move until he knows for definate that you're asleep, before getting out and placing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. he doesn't mind taking care of you that much really.

joel miller: pre breakout- he’s dealt with Sarah being sick but beyond that he’s not all that experienced, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try his best. If he can he’ll get a day or two off work (not guaranteed) and he’ll care for you with gentle words and cold compresses to your sweaty forehead. Or he’ll run to the neighbours and beg for some chicken soup for you. He’d refuse to kiss you on the lips but he’d be big spoon and cuddle you until you felt better.

He’d reassure you that your not a burden a lot and remind you how much he loves you with little:

“My handsome man”

“I love taking care of you sweetheart, makes me feel all important y’know”

He’s just a big softie inside really 🥰

Javi Gutierrez: he’s so sweet and caring, he hates seeing you sick so he’d take time away from whatever work he had to stay by your bedside, getting the most expensive medicine he could find only for you to ask him for some warm soup or cuddles. He of course doesn’t care if he gets sick so he’s give you so many sweet and tender kisses, making sure you know how much he loves you. He’d even let you choose a movie other than a nick cage movie if you were reallyyyy sick.

Marcus Moreno: he’d give you his mothers best soup to make you feel better and he’d ask to work at home for a while whislt he takes care of you, sitting on the bed with your head resting in his lap as he works on his computer, staring glances down to see your sick and puffy face sleeping peacefully in his lap cuddled up under blankets. He’d smile and occasionally run his fingers through your hair or traces shapes onto your soft skin, happy tears pricking in his eyes. He’d get missy to write you a get well soon card too.

Agent whiskey: due to his past with his ex he’s so much more concerned if you’re ever sick or hurt in anyway so he’d refuse to go out on missions until he knows for a fact your fit and healthy, constantly by your side biting his lips till their bloody and cracked, nails bitten down so much blood seeps onto his hands and he constantly has to wash them. He’d go crazy over medicine and food so much he often ends up stressed and overworked so much he gets sick too, ending up with you two looking after eachother, your thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of his knuckles to soothe him and whisper sweet words into his ears like:

“I’m okay mi amor, rest your pretty head”

“We’re a couple of sick love struck idiots hm?”

And he’d whisper things like:

“My man is so handsome even when he’s sick huh? That’s not fair”

“You gotta get better soon or I might just go crazy with worry mi Vida. And that wouldn’t be very fun for you now will it?”

Silva: he’d be a lot more quiet with his approach, choosing to simply sit with you, a cold rag dabbed across your sweaty skin and his fingers interlocking with yours. He’d read a book in the rocking chair husky he observed you sleep to make sure you’re okay and he’d take nice cold baths with you propped against his chest, his fingers tracing shapes onto you chest as he mumbles Spanish into your ear.

Oberyn martell: he’s a busy man- being prince of dorne but he’d send for his servants and the best doctors in the land to look after you, settling for comforting you at night. He’d climb into bed with a simple robe on only covering his lower half, one arm hanging over your side and a leg tangled with yours- not too much contact to overheat you in your sick state- but enough that you’re both satisfied. He’d be worried about you and constantly ask his servants updates on you through the day/s and visit you if it got really bad- sitting by your beside holding your hand with tears threading to spill though he’d never admit it if he did cry, chalking it up to you being sick and delusional. Or that it was a dream.

Dieter bravo: he’s been sick so many times from drugs and alcohol that it’s pretty normal for him and he knows how to deal with it like it’s nothing. Of course with you it’s different and he’d treat you liek a prince- knowing the pain you’re probably in. He’d give you the best medicine he knows and even some of his reserved stuff for extremely dark days if he felt needed, and he’d lay with you until it was all better.

sorry I was gone so long everyone- something happens in my life and I took some time off for myself. I am planning on releasing something soon but I just wanted to get something out there for now :)

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bellshazes · 2 years

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so hypothetically speaking, if i were to take on the 10 year backlog of ethubs content….. where would i even start?? its so much content that it’s totally overwhelming to me, and you seem like the only person on the planet to have sifted thru all of it, so i need ur wisdom 😭

trust me I have not and I know there are others (hi rio) but imo the key is to just. follow your heart. they are constantly bringing up old stuff and each other anyway so you will find new shiny things to go check out if you start anywhere. like, the whole reason I watched UHCs for the first time is bc of etho lying to say bdubs voted him out (not a UHC mechanic) and called him a son of a sweetheart in his LP. that said, I do have a masterpost of my fave bdubs mindcrack episodes which frankly is a lot of etho + bdubs, as well as a list of some of my favorite clips.

off the top of my head, suggestions to poke around in:

survival of the fittest, s1 and s2 - bdubs' death game with prox chat. the handcuff thing in s1. i shan't say any more. watch etho for s1, bdubs for s2.

nether hubs, mindcrack s3 and s4 - literally the s4 one is so good, and the episodes they build it in also cover some of the best death games 2.0 moments between them. chicken noodle soup. etho's POV for the first one but bdubs for the second, if you have to pick.

feed the beast call of duty pvp arena - one of the first but not the last arena project. highlights include bdubs ordering etho to strip and also them killing each other for fun.

speaking of arenas, the immediate sequel to the COD map is the fire and ice arena in mindcrack s4. etho builds a house outside the arena itself, stealing bdubs' block palette, and only an episode or two later getting bdubs to help and decorating his room across the hall with quote justin bieber posters unquote, causing at least zisteau to later ask if bdubs really is a belieber.

whatever the episode is that etho hires bdubs to kill someone for him and then showers him with meat in mindcrack s3

here is a secret: i have not yet watched The Trial. but it's foundational. all the etho vs. the b-team stuff is so funny especially how often he and bdubs are literally collabing on something at the same time.

UHCs - etho's POV of UHC 4 is classic and victorious. bdubs' POV of UHC 11 is the worst thing i've ever seen in my life, watch it immediately. there's other ones but i haven't seen most of them because i feel compelled to watch for Live Bdubs Reactions but it makes me want to throw up every time. because he is Insane.

OOGE - three different CTM maps, ymmv; this ranking is spot on, but i've also watched OOG (bdubs + guude) so like clearly my tolerance is not normal. watch kaizo caverns

horse courses, mindcrack s3 and s5, hermitcraft s8 - beyonc? and taylor swift horses of all time. you really just should watch etho or bdubs' first mindcrack seasons. s5 mesa one also features doc and genny and the running sick joke you will recognize from the s4 nether hub and last life.

those three entire episodes of etho helping bdubs with his spawner situation that's only in bdubs' POV, starting with bdubs going oh let's not bother him and then freaking out a little when etho volunteers himself to help. the first but not the last time etho says he wants to live in bdubs' basement.

hermitcraft s7. just the whole thing both their povs don't worry about it, you already know, etc. but personal soft spots of course for etho killing bdubs with kindness and the delivery boy saga, which references an ancient joke about pink shirts. also hcs8 overlapping last life and bdubs' very very blatant etho-obsession is just so much.

also of course the life series but instead of telling you what you already know please consider how bdubs signing his invoice "luv bdubs" to etho but reading it out loud as "love, professionally, bdubs" aired immediately after "he loves me! he cares. he does" happened. we don't talk about that weird little no homo enough

thank you for reminding me i need to finish the etho mindcrack best of list. i'm surely missing a ton of stuff but this is a rough approximation of my favorites and/or essentials. but seriously i have jumped around and finished some series, only watched a few select episodes of others, and straight up forgot to finish several more. be free! go nuts. (you will go nuts. this part is not optional)

#game shows DO touch our lives #ethubs #peter answers #i'd do more links but i'd never get this out in a reasonable timeframe. sorry. they're all over my blog #also see my 'daily cursed bdubs clip' and 'daily cursed etho clip' tags on this blog. for horrors and delights #long post #masterpost

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fanfiction101 · 17 days

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Jareth x Fem!reader

Hi loves, sorry this was a little late as I had some family over but here you go! Also I am one of those wackos that loves Christmas so that is sort of the time that this is taking place so deal with it lol. Anyways, be safe and love you!

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I studied my eyes and my hair. I looked at my face shape and make up that I had put on earlier. Cheery Christmas music was playing in the background as I got ready.

I grew up in a rich family. My mother and father, Amanda and Christopher Whitney, were well respected scientists and engineers. I had grown up in a well-off household but my parents knew how to parent. They taught me and my younger brothers, Theodore and Sebastian, to never brag about money and often took us to soup kitchens and donation centers to not only humble us, but to help others.

But every year, a couple days before Christmas, my father holds a party in which he would invite high and elite people in society, mainly to gain business connections. When I was younger I would stay for an hour and then go to bed and as a teenager, I would just stay at a friends house for the night. Now, as a woman, I go because I could perhaps, like my father, find business acquaintances. But, my parents are thinking that I am there to find the "Special someone."

"Okay y/n," I said to myself, looking at myself in the eye, "This isn't your first time at a Christmas party. You can do this. You will not just sit quietly in the corner like last year. You will socialize and at least be semi professional depending on how much alcohol is served."

After my pep talk, I changed into my dress. It was a floor length, burgundy dress. It had a mesh layer with flowers and sequins with a silky under skirt. My mother had bought it as a Christmas gift and I felt like an absolute princess in it.

I smiled and I exited the room. As I walked down the hallway, into the large room that the parties were held in, I could smell the most magnificent cooking. The smells of spices and sugary desserts flooded the air. Ham, turkey, and chicken. Cakes, cookies and candies. My mouth was watering.

I made it to the room and was amazed by the decorations. There was a large Christmas tree with large, silver and gold bulbs in the middle of the room with tables covered in piles of food across the far wall. Wreaths hung on the walls and candles were on the smaller, round tables. Guests hung about, eating and chatting with one another.

As I was admiring the room, I heard my father call me. I turned around and saw my parents talking to someone I had never met before. The stranger had a very different style. It was a peculiar style that seemed to remind me of an '80's Gothic rock-star. His hair was wild and his eyes seemed to be different colors. I would be a liar if I said that he wasn't attractive.

"Ah there she is." My father said as I joined their group, "Y/n, this is-"

"Jareth." The man interrupted, "Call me Jareth, Miss Whitney. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. " He then took my hand and pecked it, still looking at me with those beautiful mismatched eyes. I felt my face slowly start to burn up as I took my hand back and my mother gave me a knowing look.

I swallowed and fixed my face straight. "Pleasure is all mine, Jareth. You may call me y/n."

"Mr. and Mrs. Whitney! How long has it been?" an older man with a gray beard barged into the conversation and led my parents away, rambling on about the good old days, leaving me and Jareth to ourselves.

"So," I said, trying to make conversation, "How did you meet my parents?"

"Well, I met them on a business trip and they helped a great deal in my journey a year or so ago." Jareth replied, walking to the nearest table and pulling out a chair and gesturing me to sit.

I obliged and he sat at the hair across from me. "Ah, I see. What do you do for your business."

"Well you could say I'm sort of an ambassador of some sorts. Hey can I grab you a drink?" He offered.

I nodded, "Yes, thank you." I thought about his answer and thought about how vague he was. Perhaps there was classified information I didn't need to know about.

As he got up,I looked at his cape, draping over his shoulders. It had sequences, yet he was able to pull it off without looking so silly.

When he came back with some spiced cider, we began to chat about random things. I talked about my friends, college, and family stories and Jareth told me about his parents when they were alive and his passion for music. He would make a few jokes here and there and I would laugh. As the night went on, more and more people arrived.

I tried focusing my attention on Jareth, but I started to feel a little overwhelmed. I didn't know if he could read minds or if he wanted a change of scene, but he suggested we go outside. I nodded and he offered his arm as he led me outside to a small balcony.

I shivered as the cold wind blew. Jareth took off his coat and put it over my bear shoulders. His hands were warm, but firm. My breathing stiffed as his hands brushed against my shoulders, and they stayed there for a second before he slowly drew them away. His coat smelled good. It smelled like him.

"Won't you get cold" I asked.

"I'll be alright." He said leaning on the rail.

"Are you sure?" I said taking his hand, noticing the slight shaking. "You should be warm too."

"Well then I think that the only solution then is to share that warmth, hm?" He said with a sly smile.

I felt my face heat up as I let his hands drift down to my waist.

"You know, you look absolutely lovely tonight." he said stepping closer. It was almost as if I could lean in and kiss him.

"Thank you. I could say the same for you." I said, trying to keep myself composed.

His eyes looked into mine and closed the gap between us. At first the kiss was light, but we weren't done. This kiss only deepened. I felt his hand on my cheek and his tongue tracing my lips, asking for permission to take control. I granted it, feeling him exploring my mouth.

I felt myself taking a step back, leaning against the door frame. Our kissing continued. Our hands wondered over each other. My hands were on his chest, neck, back or his hair while his hands were tracing the curves of my hips or in my hair or on my cheek.

After a while, we parted for a breath of fresh air. Jareth continued his dominance, kissing a long my jawline and onto my neck area, looking for something until his kissed my sweet spot where I sucked in my breath.

I could feel him smirking as he started to kiss is harder as I softly whimpered. After a while, He pulled away and kissed me on the lips. It was shorter but nonetheless, passionate.

"Do you think we got carried away darling?" He said.

I smiled, "You are a good kisser."

"Maybe we should do this again sometime." He said half-jokingly.

"You know, this doesn't have to end. I know a place, that is if you want to continue."

Jareth's smirk returned, "Lead the way darling."

#jareth the goblin king #goblin king #labyrinth #the labyrinth #labyrinth fanfiction #jareth x reader #jareth imagine #jareth the goblin king x reader #jareth x you #labyrinth 1986 #labyrinth fanfic

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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oh man. Please continue the run away with me first! I am so invested and love that Lotus is mentioned.

(For you, Anon, and for @theycallme-thejackal sexytimes below)

She knows that he knows that she planned all of this out even before she landed in LA, and when she pulls the car up to the cabin deep in the mountains up north, its relatively evident.

He doesn't look thrilled, but he does let her have control, and she's grateful for the chance to right this particular mess.

Midge makes good on her promise. She feeds him, and lets him go through withdrawal as peacefully as he can. She helps him clean up messes.

And she knows he hates this. She knows that for Lenny, all of his is painfully embarrassing, and he hurts so much, but she wouldn't want to be anywhere else than with him.

Plenty of sleepless nights, she spends soothing him, stroking his hair as he shakes hard.

"You shouldn't be here," he sobs, huddled in against her.

"I'm right where I should be," she whispers. "I love you, Lenny."

"Don't say that."

"Sssshh, just try and relax," she tells him, her hand smoothing down his sweat-soaked back. "Deep breaths."

It all calms down eventually. it takes another week, but he evens out. He sleeps more. Less fitfully. Midge gets a little more sleep, too, and makes sure he's eating more as he can.

Things are still quiet. He gives soft, short answers to her questions. He isn't angry at her. He just seems tired.

She fields calls from Sally and her parents, and Lotus calls a couple of times, too, and Midge doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but she can't help herself, listening to Lenny well and truly end things with her. She's too young for him, and for all of this, and her name gets dropped a few times, along with a few apologies, and Midge doesn't mean to feel a little good about that but it's been hard not to feel jealous.

There's one night that she makes a good dinner of chicken soup, and bread (she's spent a lot of time in this little cabin teaching herself to bake bread because why the fuck not?), and they drink a little wine, and the jokes come back.

They laugh and they flirt a little and things go a little quiet again, and Lenny gazes at her.

"I love you for all of this, you know," he says softly. "And I hate you for it a little, too."

Midge nods. "I know."

"This doesn't fix everything," he reminds her. "I still can't work. I'm still fighting the workhouse sentence."

"I know."

He gazes at her sadly. "I do love you, Midge."

"But this can't work and you never want to see me again?" Midge asks, feeling equally sad about all of this.

"I'm too selfish for all that," he admits. "But I don't want you to throw your life away on me."

"I'm not," Midge promises. "I'm not. I was supposed to take time off anyways after Gordon called off the engagement."

"idiot," Lenny grumbles.

She grins a little and shrugs. "Easy come, easy go."

They do the dishes together after they eat, standing close together, and he inevitably winds up kissing her, his damp hands gripping her hips gently as her arms wrap around him.

"We should not be doing this," he mutters against her lips, kissing her again more feverishly.

"Shut up, Lenny," she breathes out, her fingers slipping into the loose curls at the back of his head as she kisses him again.

The stumble back to the bedroom is clumsy as they trip over discarded clothing and once they hit the bed, his focus turns sharply on her.

She'd forgotten what it was like to be with him this way. To be the object of his desire. Alone in the middle of the woods, it's easy to lose control, moaning with abandon, shouting his name as she reaches completion twice over, even before he buries himself inside of her.

Midge clings to him desperately as she kisses him, moving with him. Her third release moves her to tears as he manages to rip a sob from her throat. Lenny follows her over the edge, shaking as he does, and after, her holds her tightly.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I'm sorry for all of it, Midge. I'm so fucking sorry."

She cries against his chest, unable to force herself to let him go.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Leeny #angsty

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erins-quinn · 4 months

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“about the blogger” meme

thanks for the tag @currymanganese @cruciomione and @ashluvsu4ever (some tagged sydneys-adamu but that’s still me!! lol) this is late as hell but y’all are real cool! 🩷

star sign: scorpio! as far as all that other stuff like rising and moon and sun I’m not sure.

favorite holiday: I don’t have one but I’d have to say christmas for the food

last meal: chicken soup bc winter slapped me in the face now I’m sick

current favorite musician: don’t have one! I kinda hate music

last music listened to: “I know the end” by phoebe bridgers. doesn’t help my I hate music stance but that song is great so what I will do is put that song and just that song on repeat for months and not even touch anything else. I’ve also been listening to the parade revival bcr for months now.

last movie watched: blue beetle I think? and that was kind of a while ago. but great film! a lot better than I was expecting.

last tv show watched: besides just putting stuff on for noise im gonna say jury duty. an incredible watch you should consider if you haven’t already.

last book/fic finished: it was sydcarmy but I can’t remember the title. but it’s about their first fight in the cross over between whatevership and relationship and carmen gets sick and I’m also sick so!!

last book/fic abandoned: I mean I don’t read books, so that’s abandonment all on its own and if I abandon fics im not gonna publicize that lol.

currently reading: … not a book. and honestly idk basically besides re reading I’m currently reading most sydcarmy wips. I haven’t read for a different fandom since june lmao.

last thing researched for art/writing/hyper-fixation: I think “how to make a crochet coaster” I’m thinking about starting to sell and of course idk how to go about it but I figure actually making shit is a good start? who knows.

favorite online fandom memory: this isn’t a “fandom” per se (say? idk) but back in 2020-2021 I used to spend a lot of time on twitch and I got really attached to this one guy and his community. anyways I called a pop tart and a toaster strudel the same thing and got positively annihilated by the chat. twas very funny.

favorite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: hmmm idk. for the sake of not having the same answer twice I’d say maybe cobra kai. I really miss loving that show and the ship I was attached to had meta that reminds me of sydcarmy. when the engagement was high it was really fun and if people suddenly decided to start caring again I’d go right back.

favorite thing you enjoy that never had an active or big “fandom” but you wish it did: american vandal!!! it’s less that I want it to have a big fandom because really who wants that and more I just wanted to know the show was appreciated, which it wasn’t :(

tempting project you’re trying to reign in/don’t have time for: I was almost roped into embroidery and punch needling and then I had to actually consider the fact that there’s no way I could commit to that. maybe one day tho.

if u see this pretend I tagged you and do it! :)

#me to me: pipe down!

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iam-siriuslysher-lokid · 2 years

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Rn I def ship you and Bheem! I have a feeling he'd be so gentle and caring, cooking for you when you're having a bad day (in my mind he knows you love potatoes so even if he's not the best cook ever he can still manage to prep a decent meal) and reminding you you need to look after yourself, especially when the pressure from work or the outside world in general takes a toll on you. During the weekend you would both follow the 'no electronics' rule to spend time together, leave town for a scenic motorcycle ride through the countryside and stop at a cozy inn for the night.

[ bonus: his family runs that small business and they absolutely adore you, so you get double the amount of love whenever you visit them ]

@milla984 babeeeee

✨THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME ✨🌊🌊🌊

I feel as if there's a sparkling music around like from some fairy sound effects and to imagine myself to be in what you just described is the perfect love and life I could ever dream of.

...he'd be so gentle and caring, cooking for you when you're having a bad day (in my mind he knows you love potatoes so even if he's not the best cook ever he can still manage to prep a decent meal)

Seeing myself just staying on bed, not really feeling like getting up and Bheem waking me up with some hot soup in his hands - then he'll tell he's baking pizza and the toppings are my fave potatoes (*evil laugh to you Milla*) then he will also note that it might not be good - i know he just doesn't want to admit that he's a good cook but he really is.

...reminding you you need to look after yourself, especially when the pressure from work or the outside world in general takes a toll on you.

I immediately thought of the picture Tarak posted weeks ago. Him and his wife but for this moment, I'll be in her shoes (hello imagination). Like I feel Bheem will insist we walk early in the morning to help me de-stress and will endlessly remind me to get up early before we head to sleep. Then, when the morning comes, Bheem, already excited about the walk will drag my hands cheerily and will talk about how beautiful the mountains, the sunrise, the chirp of birds, the crowing of the chickens, the sky. He is also the kind of guy that will say hi to anyone he passes by. He will also tell silly jokes and will wait on how will I react and even it's so cringy - we'd still both laugh. And when it's time to come home and have breakfast, he'll have a cup of coffee and I will have a hot choco (bc he knows I am not a coffee person).

During the weekend you would both follow the 'no electronics' rule to spend time together, leave town for a scenic motorcycle ride through the countryside and stop at a cozy inn for the night.

And Bheem'll also let me drive the motorcycle (although he feels it's an unquestionable decision from him) but only for a couple of minutes bc I'd be driving too slow. He'll be patient to teach me anyway. And when we get tired of all that, we'll just rest in the fields, snuggling and watching the sun sets....

bonus: his family runs that small business and they absolutely adore you, so you get double the amount of love whenever you visit them

Bheem will always tease that we cannot visit his family because he's got some stuff to do but I will still insist that we should because I love his family. End of day, he's already on the motorcycle shouting my name that we go - I'd be jumping like a child riding the carousel for the first time that he's also beaming towards my reaction and I'll be hugging Bheem tight while we ride into the night.

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Okay, I didn't mean to post this long but as I was typing this, I somehow couldn't stop smiling 🥰💞

Thank you so much for sending this to me Milla 💗 Words are not enough to express how much I adore this.

WHERE MY BHEEM GIRLS AT??? 🤭🤭🤭

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tonystarkstan · 2 years

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the thing is, when people break up, a lot of times the only thing that gets talked about is all the bad things. they talk about all the things they hated about their partner, they talk about who their partner was in their worst moments. but the love was there. the love was there, and it mattered. it mattered more than all the other stuff.

i loved it when she smiled. she had a lovely smile, like it was startled out of her, like a sunshower. sometimes she would laugh at things that i didn’t think were as funny as she did but i laughed along anyway because it was contagious and something to be bottled, something to be treasured. i would open up a call to her on facetime and she would answer with her smile and even if it wasn’t a good day, i would think, it’s a good day, because then it was.

she was better at words than anyone i know. better than me, by miles and miles, better than published authors I’ve read and loved, better than my English teachers growing up. she could turn the world into poetry. she turned me into poetry, which is a hard thing to do, because there’s not a lot about me you can turn into anything beautiful. she managed to, though. she had an uncanny ability to put words to almost any feeling, a talent that only ever failed her when we both probably needed it most. or maybe it didn’t, and i just forgot how to listen.

there’s not a person on the planet who can make me laugh the way she could. she spit dark humor and wit like she wrote the language of it. we would be talking about grief and rock bottom and fear, and then i would be laughing and i’d never feel guilty for laughing when i probably shouldn’t be because she always made it feel okay. i think she always wanted me to laugh, and i think she knew that sometimes it was either laugh or cry, and if crying would break me, she would make sure I could have a laugh and feel something close to whole again, even if just for a moment.

she’s stubborn, and i loved that about her. i say loved, past tense, because now it’s that same stubbornness that keeps her isolated from the people who love her. she’s stubborn in her insistence that everyone hates her, and now i don’t get to be there to remind her that that’s far from the truth. but she’s also stubborn in her love for people, too. she’ll love them, against her better judgment. almost especially against her better judgment. and she stubbornly loved me as best as she could when it was hardest to love me. (i wonder if that was against her better judgment, too.)

her ideas bled into mine, and vice versa. i don’t know that i’ll ever find another person who completes all my half-finished thoughts so perfectly. she could spin my prompts into works of art, she could take the barest skeleton of an idea and breathe life into it. i only wanted to read things she wrote. i only wanted to write things she wanted to read. this is evidence of that.

she made me feel safe. she made me want to tuck myself into her side, to wrap the covers tight around the both of us and play a game of make-believe where neither of us ever gets hurt again. she once woke me up from a nightmare and promised me i was okay, and i believed it. i cried my grief next to her in the dark, but she was awake and there for me and i could feel it and it was good. she was good. she is good. i hope someone is telling her that. i hope someone is making her feel safe, too.

she has a list of safe foods, and i find it incredibly endearing. quesadillas and rice from monterrey’s. grilled cheese sandwiches. chicken tenders. i once made her baked potato soup and she liked it, and i still remember that feeling of triumph and pride that i could make something she liked. i only wanted to make things she liked. i wonder what else i could have gotten her to love if we’d stayed together longer. (i guess we’ll never know.)

she’s brave. i don’t know where she gets it from, but i often found myself jealous of it. not in any malicious sort of way, but in the “i wish i were like that” way. she would wake up feeling worse than me and then do the day better. she would try to climb up the tree and i wouldn’t. she would face grief head on and i would flinch away from it. she would love fiercely knowing it could backfire on her spectacularly. i would love under the illusion that it wouldn’t.

she’s kind. she’s resilient and hardworking. she’s intelligent and perceptive and picks up on all the things that aren’t being said, and she tries her hardest, always, so i should have known better than to think what happened in the end was because of a lack of trying. it still hurt, though, and it was still the end. i wish i could change it. but i promise you, she is still all of these wonderful and gorgeous things. and i am so lucky to have gotten to love her.

i hope someone loves her as much as i did. (do.)

i hope they love her better.

— “a love letter to my ex”

#‘hope it’s been 6 months now time to move on’#idk i just miss her a lot and ppl think im crazy but they didn’t know her #not like i did at least #heartbreak #love #and other things that ache

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fates-theysband · 2 years

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What soups best represent each of your f/os

call me fuckin SOUPerliminalselfships bc i will answer this question for the whole damb (romantic) list. god i wish it wasn't still hotter than fuck out here i wanna make soup so bad. note that i have not personally tried all of these soups but if it's on this list i would like to try it.

tim wright is chili. i don't care what anybody says, the difference between a stew and a soup is the difference between a square and a rectangle, so for my purposes chili is a soup. anyway it's a southern favorite that warms you to your soul but has a bit of a kick so of course it's perfect for him.

brain says fate is avgolemono because it looks like it'd have a very rich taste bc of the eggs but also with that bite of acid from the lemons. heart says fate is clam chowder (new england, not manhattan, i think if someone gave me a tomato-based clam chowder i would scream) because it's one of my two favorite soups (the other being chili).

evan is potato soup. i dont have a concrete reason for this other than "athletic guy needs good carbs to maintain all that energy"

steph is minestrone for reasons of "she has a lot in common with my irl best friend, whose favorite soup is also minestrone, so she always has Minestrone Liker Energy to me"

tim stoker is beef noodle soup (either one, although i personally prefer the taiwanese version). appealing from the start, unexpectedly complex, and hot (sorry had to make that joke the man receives one word of physical description in canon and that word is "hot").

michael is binignit. unique, intriguing, and sweeter than you'd expect.

nikola is borscht. i also don't have a concrete reason for this one i just think she would like it from an aesthetic standpoint.

gerry is oxtail soup--well-traveled and endlessly complex.

sasha is lobster bisque--cafe fare that's classic for a reason.

jared is goulash--heavy and warm with a kick. side note i think it's bs that wikipedia lists goulash as a soup but not chili. there's barely any fucking difference.

kars is barley soup. ancient but powerful, and is still around for a damn good reason.

steely dan is gazpacho. it feels like the kind of soup you'd eat while on vacation to a pleasantly warm country so that's why it reminds me of him.

n'doul is haleem because of the soups i looked up for this ask that i haven't tried before that's the one i want to try the most, sort of like how i saw n'doul well before i watched part 3 because i would hang out with my brother while he played eyes of heaven and i was like "i cannot WAIT to see that guy when he shows up in the anime"

tonio is cioppino because i feel like that's the kind of thing he would serve at trattoria trussardi and it would heal you of all ills even without pearl jam cooked into it.

ghiaccio is ajoblanco because it's cold, light, and (at least sounds like it would be) refreshing.

weather is chicken soup. more complex than everyone thinks, but healing and comforting all the same.

rouxls is gumbo because it's made with a roux (something he is canonically good at making) and can be made with anything that crawls, walks, swims, or flies so technically it can include worms.

spamton is rose hip soup. kooky, offbeat, and intriguing.

bruce is lobster stew. pricy but something that makes sense to pay for because it is actually good.

selina is fisherman soup because cats like fish and for some reason i feel like she would have a taste for hungarian paprika.

eddie is butternut squash soup because he canonically likes pumpkin pie so i feel like he has an affinity for fall vegetables.

dak is saimin. man canonically loves him some noodles and i feel like he'd be a spam liker.

tech is cream of mushroom soup. i have no concrete reason for this i just feel like he'd like it.

z is pho also because i feel like he'd like it and because the contrast of the broth and the sour/spicy garnishes reminds me of his personality in some way.

akira is miso because he canonically likes it and because i always thought that it tasted kind of oceanic (i used to think it tasted like seawater lmao) so it suits him as a fisherman.

aurelia is salmorejo because it's cold but still very rich and fancy. seems like something that would be a first course at a fancy party.

artemis is soto--another one of those "well-traveled" soups that has a lot of regional variants.

lamplighter is acquacotta--like a lot of what's considered "peasant food", it's meant to give you a lot of energy for not a lot of money, which seems appropriate for his situation.

moneybags is brown windsor soup because it is comically british and it sounds like it was nobility food back in the day just judging from the ingredience.

bruno is pozole (which is mexican, not colombian; although a colombian soup i think represents him is ajiaco) because i personally associate it with home (because it reminds me of a beef and vegetable soup my mom makes) and kindness (because last week one of my neighbors i've never seen before brought me a bowl of it out of the blue)

bubby is hot and sour soup because. well. he is both (and i do mean hot as in attractive but i also mean hot as in pyrokinetic)

milton is cereal because i feel like they'd use the commonalities between cereal and soup as part of an argument that soup as a category is meaningless.

grady is chicken noodle soup because that's another southern favorite (at least in my experience).

and hollis is tom yum because a) i think she'd like it and b) it has a lot going on but still manages really well (like how she's stretched thin at the beginning of the game from being acting head of the psychonauts)

#thanks for the ask!!#food ment #sorry for taking three fucken days to answer this

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loudestcloud · 2 years

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Character inspired meals: supernatural

Starter: Caesar Salad - Romaine lettuce

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dessert: Dairy free Strawberry cheesecake -

parmesan cheese, crisp croutons, caesar salad dressing

Main: American Pasta Salad - Bow-tie pasta, feta cheese, sweet basil, sliced black olives, halved grape tomatoes and it should have creamy balsamic dressing BUT I hate balsamic dressing so no.

Crust = raw pecan, almond flour, cinnamon, coconut oil & a tiny bit of salt. Filling = raw cashew, canned coconut milk but I'd assume lactose free would also work, (I say this because I HATE coconut milk) fresh lemon juice, coconut oil, maple syrup, vanilla extract and a shit ton of strawberries. Sam has joked about being lactose intolerant before and true or not i am and id like to have these meals plus Dairy free options are usually more healthy and that's probably what same would go for. While there is cheese in the first two, it's only a little and we'd be fine but a cheese cake? No way, but I love cheesecake so we're gonna make it safe for us lol

Drink: Fresh apple juice.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dean~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Main: Kansas style Hunter’s chicken -

Starter: Mozzarella sticks - Mozzarella cheese and bread cumbs, no surprises in that. Anyway, in 15×10, Dean finds out he is also lactose intolerant but canon aside, he is DEFINITELY the type to say fuck it and eat anything anyway no matter the cost and mozzarella sticks slap so who cares? Not us. Mozzarella sticks are a classic starter but If you think that they're too light, even though it's a starter and its ment to be light, you could always go for my personal homemade tomato soup - Canned tomatoes, All purpose flour, fresh cream, butter, sugar, salt, pepper and I tend to top it off with basil or parsley. Dean mentions in a flashback that Mary would make tomato soup all the time when he was little so it's why it came to mind.

Kansas barbecue sauce, olive oil, finely chopped onions, chicken breast , tomato paste, bacon, grated cheddar, lettuce, chopped cucumber

Chopped radishes with lemon juice drizzled over it and a dash of black pepper, served with bread to eat the left of over sauce with. I recommend tiger bread. I thought this would work for dean cos it's 2 types of meat, it's messy and he feels like the kinda person to hear 'Kansas style' and go nuts for it.

Dessert: Apple cinnamon pie - Filling = Apples, golden caster sugar, cinnamon & flour. Pastry = butter more golden caster sugar, eggs & plain flour. Not much suprise here either. Dean's food needs are simple. I know y'all want me to say cherry pie but the meal I've made would go better with apple as a nice pallet clean. This is accidentally a very American meal but fun fact, Apple pie first originated in England, where it developed from culinary influences from France, the Netherlands, the Ottoman Empire and apple trees weren't even native to America until europeans arrived so idk why y'all decide to take it as if you did something here. Y'all did nothing here, that pie is my blood not yours. 😤 /hj Anyway, all this to say, apple pie will taste better with this and also gives a hint of Men of letters to the meal.

Drink: Cola. Simple man, simple needs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cas~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Starter: PBJ mini parfait - yogurt, crunchy peanut butter, granola & strawberries. The jam is made of frozen mixed berries (like blackberries, blackcurrants, blueberries, redcurrants, strawberries ect), chia seeds, orange juice & maple syrup. Because cas canonically likes PB&J & i think mini parfait are neat.

Main: American style honey & banana pancakes with vanilla ice cream on the side - Honey for the bee obsession, bananas for the monkey obsession he also has the the same episode but people over look that part. "How important is lipstick to you, Dean?", American style pancakes are fluffy like angel wings lol and vanilla ice cream also reminds me of angels, i cannot elaborate on it, it just does.

Drink: Butterfly pea flower tea latte - cashew milk, blue butterfly pea flower powder, maple syrup, vanilla extract & dried rose petals for garnish. It's a bright blue, sweet, all natural beauty. Makes my heart flutter just looking at it, just like Cas. Lol what a simp. If you don't want to empty your wallet on one drink, you can have cinnamon coffee instead because his coat gives the vibe and Misha said he uses cinnamon sprays all the time and so always smells like cinnamon no matter what hes doing.

Dessert: Angel food cake - Plain flour, caster sugar, eggs, cream of tartar, lemon juice & zest, unsalted butter served with double cream, mango sauce, juiced lime, strawberries & passion fruits cos *place angel joke here*

Drink: Ice cream cola float - Cola + vanilla Ice cream. This was the most childish drink I could come up with, it's very hit or miss for people and you get the combo of Deans Cola and Cas' ice cream because it's very cute to me. I very much feel Jack would like this drink and Sam would hate it because it's far too unhealthy and weird, making it a perfect drink.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jack~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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brotherhoodnovel · 2 years

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Went to Cambod-ican Kitchen on the South Side. While I’ve been to Cambodia I don’t remember Khmer food very well, but it did remind me of the first short story in Anthony Veasna So’s collection Afterparties, which I’ll have to continue reading when I get back. It’s run by one Khmer family, the primary waitress, his daughter, has an adorable stuttering issue but is right on the money with orders. Entering drunks and smokers are given written warnings but are loved nevertheless. They’re open until 3am. Anyway, the homemade lemonade was out of this world while the noodle soup came with the noodles separate which was explained to me in an elaborate way (it was practical, not cultural). As with every dish in Pittsburgh it was meat heavy and high in quantity but both the kebab chicken and vegetables were very good. The art on the walls of the dare I say Apsaras were also highly provocative. Being a Tuesday night, the streets were deserted and most businesses closed but I still made my way to the famous dive bar Jack’s. I’d like to say it was filled with the regular adorable weirdos but people were telling each other “so great to meet you!” so maybe they weren’t regulars, or maybe they say that to each other every time. Unlike some other neighborhoods it seemed like a pretty wide range of people, and no racial segregation, something I’ve found fairly unique and refreshing about Pittsburgh. One thing everyone agreed on was that the Penguins should beat the Rangers in their 2OT thriller and booed the alleged Rangers fan who had a Pittsburgh Steelers tattoo on his face. There was a guy with a fake leg and another guy who looked like a cross between a biker, a dandy and a drag queen. All stuff I love so of course it was a good night except for the drive back in the pouring rain. I’ll have a close out post on my observations and thoughts on Pittsburgh but despite the sometimes lack in quality it’s got so much grit and heart you can’t resist it! #foodie #food #foodphotography #foodstagram #pittsburgh #pittsburghpenguins #travel #travelgram #travelblogger #traveler #travelersnotebook #travelling #travellife #traveling #traveller #roadtrip #roadtripusa https://www.instagram.com/p/CdH4jfLMVpl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I also have a lot of food opinions, so I'm curious to hear what yours are?

hooray!! I get to type my nonsense :)) first of all, chocolate is better than vanilla, I will die on this hill. I say this first cause this is one of the many things that me and my partner have different opinions on.

the rest of this is gonna go under a cut tho cause I have a lot to say and I am someone who needs to give context before I say just about anything so I end up going on tangents

I am a really picky eater and that is mostly because of my severe texture and smell aversions and also sometimes my misophonia gets in the way of that stuff too aka making me lose my appetite or ability to eat because of the effect it has on me

I am such a picky eater that my dad got me a shirt that says "I'll just have the chicken tenders" cause that is one of my only safe foods and it's like the only thing I get at restaurants and I honestly think that most foods, however good they may be, are vile purely because of their texture or smell

I also have a big problem with foods mixing and the clash of textures so that makes me not like a lot of foods like soup, tacos, and salad, there are exceptions to this tho, but there are exceptions to everything

I don't like cheese, in any form besides pizza, mac and cheese, and like goldfish and stuff like that. I think it's because I used to have a slice of cheese every day in my lunch and i had it to much, but one day it just started to absolutely disgust me. I also don't like milk, idk why it just is bad

I don't like most meats, specifically red meats, and that's one of the main reasons I have an iorn deficiency, among others. but I just can't deal with them and idk if it's the look of it, the texture, the smell, or the noise but I can't eat it. I think it also might have to do with the thought of steak being cooked to different degrees and some people basically eating it raw because raw meat is another thing that will actually make me throw up if I have to touch it

I actually like broccoli, but I hate peas and green beans are only good if it's a specific kind

my iorn deficiency controls some of the things I like, such as my habit of sometimes just eating ice or my need for everything to have twice as much salt on it as normal. (this is reminding me to go take my iron pills) I get most of my iron from almonds and raisins, in fact I have a whole bag of almonds that I snack on just randomly in my room rn

I also lack protein in my diet, so I eat protein granola bars and yogurt almost every day, thankfully I like more things with protein in them than iron

sour candy is superior I'm every way. I LOVEEEE sour candy so much, it's amazing, also nerds gummy clusters are so gooddd

Reeses are overrated and the peanut butter in them makes me want to throw up because of the texture, also the ads always have whispering and chewing in them and it makes me want to rip my ears out of my head

Eggs are by far one of the worst textured things in the world, it doesn't matter how you cook or prepare them cause they will ALWAYS feel bad in my mouth and I will spit them out

I don't understand some people's hatred for peanut butter, I think it's fine, but that might be because I grew up on pp&js so idk

anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk about my food opinions congrats on getting to the end of something that is about as many words as like a 2 page essay please share your thoughts, I would love to hear them :)

#this is my enrichment #socializing with the stars

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