#idk that just sounds like a recipe for a good idea

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Monday, January 1

You did it.

2024 is here, and so are you. Cheers, kid. Glad you're around for this one.

May your 2024 be filled with the kind of love you deserve, the kind of people who make you feel good, and absolutely zero bed bugs.

#idk that just sounds like a recipe for a good idea #happy new year tumblr

[moonstruckme]

Ok James but him and his slytherin girlfriend seem to come out of nowhere and the boys are supportive but are more mad at James for not telling them? Idk I loved your other fic SO MUCH

Thanks for requesting <3

part 1

cw: mention of injury, no details or anything though

James Potter x Slytherin!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You hesitate outside the doorway to the infirmary at the raised voices coming from inside. 

You don’t need to be here, strictly speaking. James told you his injury wasn’t bad, and he has his friends to help him if he needs it, but…you can’t settle yourself down. You hadn’t liked the way he’d limped off the field, nor the tiny grimace on his face when Sirius had wrapped a bracing arm under his shoulders. It would be just like James to downplay how hurt he is to make you feel better, and the longer the game had gone on without him the more your guts twisted themselves into knots over the idea that he was in pain. 

You’d seethed at yourself and your stupid soft heart all the way to the infirmary, where now you’re frozen just outside like a coward. Something inside you is coiled tight with tension at the idea of going to see James Potter, on purpose and in public, even though that’s dumb because now everyone at Hogwarts knows about the two of you anyway. Your sappy display on the quidditch pitch made sure of that. But now that you have official and widely-known claim to the girlfriend title, you have just as much right to see him as anyone else. You shove your anxiety back into your stomach where it belongs and open the door. 

As soon as you’re inside, the voices become clearer. “—like this isn’t a big deal. The Prophet’s going to be all over the two of you by tomorrow, and we had to find out with every other fucking bloke at the school!”

“Pads, you don’t think I would have told you if I could?” James sounds exhausted, and something mutinous throbs in your heart. It’s followed quickly by the more familiar twinge of irritation at the use of those moronic nicknames they all have. “She made me promise not to tell anyone, including the both of you.” 

They’re talking about you. Of course they’re talking about you. What else could possibly be more important after James has fallen a good twenty feet off his broom than his dating life? This is why you hadn’t wanted to tell people. Hogwarts wears away at private lives like dementors at souls, and the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin is too strong for your relationship with James to have any hope of remaining untainted once the gossip mill got ahold of it. 

Your instincts are screaming at you to turn around and leave before they catch sight of you, but you force yourself to keep walking. If you start letting what people think about you and James affect you now, you’ll never be able to get past it. 

Remus is the first to spot you, going still as if you’ve come to hex him, but James’ face splits into a lopsided grin that has the knots in your gut loosening very slightly. 

“Especially you,” you say to Sirius as you brush past him, perching by James' pillow and weaving your fingers into his curls. There’s a wrap around his middle. It’s very hard to appear calm and blasé when you feel like you’re going to rupture something if he doesn't promise you he’s okay right this instant. “You’d have had all of Gryffindor talking about us within an hour.” 

Sirius bristles but visibly shoves his temper aside, his voice matching your coolness as he says, “If I’d told anyone, Y/L/N, it would have been to inquire about whether anyone’s noticed you gathering ingredients for amortentia recently. James doesn’t keep things from us. Artificial infatuation is the only explanation for why he’d tolerate you and your secrets.” 

“Oi,” James says, but you pat his head placatingly. You can fight your own battles. 

“That how you got this one?” you jut your chin towards Remus, who’s looking somewhat entertained as he watches the two of you spar. “If I’m ever in need of the recipe, Black, you’ll be the first person I come to, but I don’t need to resort to such measures myself.” 

Sirius glowers at you, and James sets his hand on your shoulder just as Remus wraps a pacifying arm around his boyfriend. “Alright, I think that’s enough,” the taller boy says in his usual calm manner, and though Sirius is still tensed for a fight, he allows himself to be drawn into Remus’ side.

James nods in agreement. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys, really. I thought I’d get a chance to before everyone found out, but…” He turns up his palms helplessly. “Things didn’t go as planned.” 

“We’ll get over it,” Remus says, Sirius quietly fuming beside him. “Won’t we, love?”

Sirius looks up at Remus' face, which is clearly a mistake, because he softens like butter in the sun. “Yeah, yeah, just gimme a bit,” he grumbles halfheartedly. “Anything to keep our Prongsie happy, right?”

James beams, so clearly relieved at the settlement of the conflict that you feel a bit guilty for participating in it. He kisses you on the cheek, chuckling against your skin. “You stink.” 

“Some of us stuck around to play the whole game,” you reply.

“Ouch,” James says, but he’s grinning. “Couldn’t really help that, could I?”

You give him a look to let him know you haven’t forgotten how his negligence had gotten him hurt. “Debatable.” 

You hear Remus chuckle but don’t take your eyes off James’ face, inspecting it for signs of the pain you suspect he’s hiding. “How bad is it really?” you ask, softening your voice even though there’s no chance of his friends not hearing you. 

James worries his lip, big brown eyes looking into yours guiltily. “Pomphrey says I broke three ribs and bruised my tailbone pretty badly. Minor concussion, too, but nothing serious.” 

Sounds serious enough to you. You ghost a hand over the back of his head as if you’ll be able to find and fix his hurt. He leans into your palm though, so it’s not for nothing. “I’m sorry I walked away out there,” you all but whisper. “I should have stayed with you.” 

James eyebrows pinch together. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay,” he promises just as softly. He knows what it costs you to talk like this in front of people, like you’re turning yourself inside out for them to judge and stab at as they please, but James has no such reservations. He dots a kiss, feather-light, at the top of your cheekbone, wrapping an arm around you protectively. “Thanks for coming, I mean it.” 

You clear your throat. “Yeah, and in my fucking quidditch gear,” you say in your normal voice, attempting to banish the heavy mood. As if your heart isn’t still beating, hummingbird-fast and fragile, in your throat. “We both need to change and shower, and then you should rest. Did Pomphrey say you could leave?”

James nods, still looking at you like you’ve cracked open in his hands (he might be right; it feels like you have, and it wouldn’t even be the first time today). He rubs your upper arm affectionately, but his voice is easygoing when he says, “Yup, I’m good to go.” 

Sirius steps forward, as though to remind the two of you that he is, in fact, also present. “Great. We’ll walk you back to the room.” 

You turn to him, not quite ready for your time with James to be up and aching for the opportunity to dote on him in private. “That’s okay, I can take him.” 

Sirius’ eyes narrow. “You can’t even get into our dorms.” 

“Please, like Gryffindor’s riddles are so perplexing.” 

“I don’t need an escort,” James interjects. He pushes himself up with a grimace. 

You halt him with your hands on his shoulders and Remus says, “Don’t be stupid, Prongs, you can barely walk.” 

“I’ve got him,” you say firmly. Sirius stares you down, but you don’t flinch from his stony gaze. You know he doesn’t trust you. You don’t think he’d willingly trust any Slytherin. Since you’ve been at Hogwarts, the talk in your house has always been that Sirius Black shuns his family because they’re all Slytherins. Although James assures you there’s more to the story than that, it’s still obvious to anyone that he considers his friends his true family. He won’t entrust just anyone with James’ safety. But maybe that’s one thing you can agree upon. 

He must see something of this in your face, because after a minute Sirius relents, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he says. “I wanted to stop by the kitchens anyway.”

James is looking between the two of you curiously, aware that something has transpired but not quite sure what. 

You don’t give Sirius a chance to change his mind. “Alright,” you say, gripping James' forearms and helping him to stand. “Let’s go, pretty boy.” 

James drapes his arm across your shoulders gamely, and the two of you start out the door. “I don’t think that’s the insult you think it is.”

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[schrodinger-swriter]

Can I request a sequel to the egg boi mom thing where Pentious is taking care of his S/O who has a really bad stomach bug and the egg children are worried.

My stomach has been dying for two days.

Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz w/ a Sick!Motherly!Reader

I hope your stomach feels better soon! Stomach aches/bugs suck bumbum..

You can find the post being referred to right here! Though I don't think you will need to read that post for this one to make sense!

Glad to hear that everyone enjoyed that post, by the by! I feel like I could have done more but I have mommy issues so idk what moms do/j/lh

Anywho, I hope you enjoy, Anon! C:

The egg boiz gather around your bed, waiting for you to ask them for something. Anything. They don't want to leave your side, but they want to make sure that you get exactly what you need... or want.. as soon as possible! They only move for Sir Pentious, when he comes in with some soup.

Speaking of, I think Sir Pentious is a... so-so cook! He's not terrible, and he can follow recipes fairly well! It's just... well sometimes he can get a little... inventive with ideas. Sometimes he deviates if he feels he can make improvements to the dish. The good news it, he is very stiff with instructions when it comes to making something for his sick partner, out of fear he would make the illness worse! He would spoon feed you... oh and don't think he's going to forget getting you your fluids! He's going to make sure you stay hydrated! In fact he probably assigns one of the eggs to water duty!

If you're cold the eggs start fighting over who gets to give you a spare blanket, or if you need an extra pillow they'd do the same. They follow behind you in a loose cluster when you pull yourself out of bed to go to the bathroom... on the chance you have a rush of energy to rush to the bathroom to throw up but immediately lose the ability to move after... they're going to carry you to bed. Kind of like that one scene from one of the original Spiderman movies, where they're carrying Peter... Forgot which film it was from.. "Carefully he's a hero" meme.

Pentious wants more than anything to hold you, but he won't.. for two reasons. One, he risks getting sick himself.. and while the idea doesn't sound too bad, it means he can risk spreading it to everyone else in the hotel... the other reason is due to him being cold blooded, he doesn't want to steal what little heat you have away from your body. Speaking of temperature, Pentious keeps on top of that via thermometer. He heart does a little skip whenever your temperature changes even one degree. In joy if it goes down, in worry if it goes up.

The eggs take shifts in the night to make sure you don't need anything. They have an entire shift system... it's actually a little endearing that they care this much...

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #sir pentious x you #sir pentious imagine #sir pentious x reader

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Third Time’s the Charm

Captain Rex x Gen!Reader One-Shot

Summary: The war is over, and the Republic has won. Rex signed up for a matchmaking service and you’re meeting for a third date. Basically just Rex fluff and him being nervous and awkward lol.

Rating/Warnings: SFW with kissing, making out, slight suggestiveness.

Word count: 1800-2000ish

Author’s Note: This is a two in one, baby! Not only is it a submission the the Clone Matchmaking AU @tcwmatchmakingau (pls read the other fics that have been submitted!) but also a prompt from @freesia-writes ! The prompt: “kiss me again, but- mphh" from the kissing prompts list. Idk how I feel about this one but I gotta get it out of my drafts.

Please enjoy and reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I just want to kiss Rex, okay? 💕

Rex was pacing, his nerves almost completely shot. He checked the time every few seconds, subtly breathing into his palm to make sure his breath didn’t stink. He smoothed out his civvies, hoping they weren’t too wrinkly.

Shockingly to Rex, you had agreed to meet for a third date.

He was excited, yes. But also incredibly nervous.

Rex liked you.

A lot.

Rex never thought he’d get this far.

He didn’t know what to expect when he reluctantly accepted the first date match from Right to Love Matchmaking Service.

Rex had heard about it from some of his brothers but wasn’t sure it was for him.

Who would want a washed-up soldier? He also knew nothing about dating. Sure, he’s had a few quick flings and stolen kisses in the back of 79s when he was a cadet. But now, the thought of putting himself out there, looking for something serious while having strangers match him with another stranger… sounded like a recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, now that the war was over, companionship did sound nice. And a few of his brothers have had success with the service…

He continuously tossed around the idea, a few times half-filling out the Holonet application before deleting it, the fear of the unknown getting the best of him.

Rex even walked by the building once, Right to Love flashing in neon lights, almost stepping inside before his nerves sent him in the other direction.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when Fives and Echo invited him to a “boy's night out” for drinks, that he was convinced.

Or more like the alcohol did the convincing for him.

One drink turned into two, then three, and somehow the conversation switched to the matchmaking service.

Both Fives and Echo had girlfriends now, having met through Right to Love.

Rex has met them a few times, and they did seem like good partners, and Fives and Echo were happier than he’d ever seen them.

He was proud of them for moving on from the war and finding happiness. Rex couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy sometimes, wondering if he’ll ever get to experience that, too.

Rex mentioned how he’s been thinking about signing up for Right to Love, and that’s how they persuaded him to fill out the digital application right there with them at the bar.

“Aw c’mon Rex!” Fives clapped Rex’s shoulder. “You should try it out. Anyone is lucky to have you!”

Fives took a large swig of beer, slammed it down, and pulled out his datapad.

“The application is easy. I don’t know how they do it, but they work some kind of magic. My girl is perfect, the woman of my dreams. I don’t think I would have ever found someone like her without them!” Fives shoved his datapad over to Rex, wiggling his eyebrows. “You don’t even have to go in person. Let us help you, vod!”

A few more sips of liquid courage later, Rex was pressing submit on his application while Fives and Echo cheered him on.

The rowdy night continued, and Rex quickly forgot all about it.

Rex didn’t remember he followed through until the next morning when a notification chimed on his terminal.

He woke from his deep sleep, still recovering from the night before, reading the message with blurry eyes and a headache.

Dear Rex,

Thank you for choosing Right to Love Matchmaking Service, where everyone deserves the right to companionship!

We have received your application and are processing your submission.

A matchmaking representative will be reaching out to you shortly. Have a wonderful day!

Rex’s brain almost short-circuited, the hazy memory of Fives and Echo helping him fill out the form coming back to him.

Those kriffing di’kuts!

Rex panicked momentarily, not sure if he was ready for this. But he thought of how happy his brothers were, and maybe it was finally time for him to step out of his comfort zone.

Rex commanded battalions alongside Jedi in life-or-death situations, and yet here he was, afraid to go on one singular date.

To Rex’s surprise, the whole process was easier than expected. The representative that reached out to him was nice, eased some of his worries, and answered all the questions he had. At the end of the conversation, the representative said they already had a match for him.

You.

To his even greater surprise, your first date went fine.

Fantastic, even.

Rex was an anxious mess leading up to meeting you in person, but you were kind, patient, compassionate, everything he would want in a partner.

It was almost like this matchmaking service did its job.

The next morning after your first date, you comm’d him asking to meet again, saying you had a good time.

Rex responded immediately with a resounding yes, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too desperate.

Your second date was even better than the first, learning more about one another, and you talked for hours.

You both hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and completely lost track of time. The restaurant you met at for lunch was now finishing up the dinner rush, you two the last ones in the eatery.

Rex walked you back to your apartment, and you hugged him as you said good night.

Maker, he couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. How warm and soft you felt against him. How he could smell the faint floral aroma of your shampoo. How your eyes shined as you whispered good night. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rex was completely smitten.

He was feeling the pressure now, waiting for you to meet him in front of the Coruscant Botanical Gardens where you planned to meet for your date.

Rex was low-key fretting about what came next. Another hug? Maybe holding your hand? A kiss?

Rex swallowed thickly.

He wanted to take things slow and didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

If a quick hug from you made him feel this good, he couldn’t even imagine what a kiss would be like.

He could feel his palms begin to sweat. Before he could spiral anymore, he heard his name.

You were walking toward him, a large smile on your face.

“Hey, Rex!” You waved, stepping up to him. You stopped, hesitating for a moment. Little did Rex know, you were having the same thoughts. Maker, he’s so handsome, I want to kiss him! I hope he wasn’t weirded out by the hug from a few nights ago…but he agreed to meet me again so I guess I didn’t scare him off…

“I’ve lived on Coruscant my whole life, and never been to the gardens. Funny how that happens sometimes.” You laughed.

Rex nodded stiffly.

“I’ve never been here, either. But I’m glad we can experience it for the first time together.”

You blushed at his words, Rex’s ears feeling hot at his admission.

You smiled again. “Me too, Rex. Shall we?”

The gardens were huge and seemingly endless, growing flora from hundreds of planets. Rex was able to point out some, recognizing them from the war. He was well-traveled because of it.

You enjoyed hearing him speak of his past, his brothers, and the sometimes downright insane feats he was involved with during the war.

Your conversation was always easy, like you’ve known one another for years. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was and how comfortable you felt around him.

Was it too good to be true, though?

You wandered for a while, keeping up conversation. You eventually sat on a bench in a massive greenhouse, admiring the lush greenery around you.

You were silent for a few moments, Rex wondering if this was his chance.

He wanted to kiss you. He was going to ask you. He was a soldier, no, a Captain, dammit! He should have the courage to do this!

Rex took in a breath, knowing he had to get over his anxiety and just take the leap. It was now or never.

You heard Rex’s inhale and you felt worry stir in your gut. Here we go, he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to meet again. The classic “it has been really fun but…”

“I’ve…enjoyed our dates.” Rex turned to you. “And I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. So, thank you.”

You raised your eyebrows, meeting his gaze, surprised at his comment.

“Rex, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been enjoying them too. I like you a lot.” You fidgeted a little, blushing. Maybe I didn’t screw things up!

You took your own breath, continuing.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up for the dating service…I went on some bad dates a while back and was kind of fed up with it all, you know? But I’m glad I took the chance on you.”

Rex felt some confidence rush through his veins. “Really?” He asked.

“You’re easy to talk to, kind, a good listener. Not to mention a complete gentlemen. It’s hard to find that.” Your cheeks were hot at your own words, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I like you a lot, too.” Rex’s voice was low, and you felt something brush against your hand on the bench, looking down, and saw Rex’s hand barely touching yours.

You moved your hand closer, and Rex took your hand in his. You thought your heart might leap straight out of your chest. His hand was calloused, yet warm. Comforting.

“You’re brilliant, remarkable. Not to mention the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I…I’m so happy I met you.”

“Oh, Rex…you mean that?” You’ve never had a man say those words to you with such sincerity.

“More than anything in my life. Can…can I ask you something?” Rex was almost whispering. You nodded, eyes wide, wondering what he wanted to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” Rex was gazing right at you, his heart pounding in his ears.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, entwining your fingers with his. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading on your face, and Rex saw how your features lit up like the Tattooine suns.

“Yes…Rex. I thought you’d never ask.”

Rex could see the colors of the bright flowers that surrounded you in your eyes as he leaned toward you.

Rex stopped centimeters from your lips, bringing his free hand to tenderly cup the side of your face. Your breath hitched at the gentle gesture, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he shyly brushed his lips against yours.

For Rex, the world melted away. Did he die and go to heaven? Because that’s how he felt when your hand moved to his shoulder, your unbelievably soft lips pressing back into his in a chaste kiss.

All of his anxieties dissipated, forgetting why was so nervous about this date in the first place, all he could think about was you and how lucky he was in this moment.

You pulled away after what could have been hours, your eyes hooded, looking up at him, smiling, realizing you were still holding hands.

“Rex…” The way his name fell from your lips, husky and almost sensual, ignited a fire in him. He wanted to hear it again and again.

Rex released his hand from yours, bringing it to your other cheek, cradling your head with both his hands now with such reverence you thought you might faint.

“Was…was that ok?” He murmured, wanting more, but didn’t want to push your boundaries in any way.

“Yes…kiss me again, Rex. Pleas-mph!” Rex quickly slid his mouth against yours, still cradling your head as your arms wrapped around him, your words cut short by his lips.

The kiss was deep, passionate, just like him. You sighed against his mouth, Rex using the opportunity to sweetly lick your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

You eagerly obliged, excited by his newfound confidence. His tongue entered your mouth, eliciting another satisfied sigh from you and a groan from Rex. Your body to trembled against his in fervor, feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

Your lungs began to burn, needing oxygen but not wanting this kiss to end.

Your mouths moved as one, gripping one another like you were the last two people in the Galaxy.

You let out a small whine as Rex pulled away, both your lips swollen from the intensity, your faces flushed and your bodies on fire.

“Wow…” was all you could mutter, as Rex’s hands fell from your flushed face. “That was…”

“Incredible?” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, leaning into him. Rex wrapped his arm around you, still seated on the bench.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we first met,” Rex admitted, his thumb slowly caressing your arm.

You were quickly turning into mush seeing this new, romantic side of Rex emerge.

“Me too.” You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy at what had just taken place.

Rex brought you into him, embracing you in a hug, silently thanking his brothers for making him take the plunge and sign up for this dating service.

“I think we’ve seen enough plants for one day. Want to come back to my place?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. “We could make dinner and watch a Holomovie?”

“I’d love to,” Rex answered as you looked up at him. “I’d really love to.” Rex hasn’t been sure about much since the war ended, trying to find purpose and meaning in a new Galaxy.

He was sure about one thing now, and it was you.

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#clone matchmaking au #501st Legion #tcw matchmaking au #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x gen!reader #captain rex #the clone wars fanficfion #starrycatwrites #submission

[littlehypnone]

idk if youve done anything like this but um

big rain losing trust in dew after an argument? so later when shes little, she doesnt have her main cg and she goes to find someone else and is sad?

and then maybe later, dew makes it up to her or something idk

im feeling kinda yucky and bad so idk but just an idea ?

i really liked this idea!!!

Rain and Dewdrop don’t argue often. Even when they do, it’s usually something borderline petty that would be resolved easily if one—or both—of them simply wouldn’t not be in a very communicative headspace. They always make up quickly, though, and their relationship is never damaged in the end. It’s always like that and everyone is used to it.

Sometimes, though, complications come up.

This time it was—technically—Dewdrop who was at fault, who started the argument. If only Rain wouldn’t have been as tired and achy as he was, if only he wouldn’t have added fuel to the fire with his words. But no, it didn’t go that smoothly, and so the fire ghoul had stormed off outside to take a very much needed breather, and Rain had returned to his room scoffing and snarling.

Hours later, Rain is overthinking the argument and feeling more and more guilty about the last couple of words that left his mouth before they went their separate ways. This and the pain that is pulsing through his legs that day is a simple recipe for the water to ghoul little, so little she ends up.

Her thoughts aren’t nice and she really, really needs Dewdrop, as usual in her current headspace, but all the mean things he said…she isn’t sure Dewdrop still likes her, and she isn’t sure she has enough trust for him while in her vulnerable state.

She sniffles sadly and fumbles with her phone to send Swiss a short message. A code they have set for when Rain goes little and needs him, but, for whatever reason, can’t get him any other way. Two emojis go flying and Rain cuddles around her shark plushie and waits.

Soon enough, Swiss appears in the door and immediately crawls into the water ghoulette’s bed and lays on his side next to her. “Hi, guppy.”

“Hi, Swissy,” she mumbles. She really likes Swiss and is always happy to spend time with him—big or little—but the argument with Dewdrop still hangs over her, and the fact that the fire ghoul is not there with her to calm down her bad thoughts hurts her. “Can I…can I get warm Swissy cuddles?”

“Of course you can, princess!” the multi ghoul smiles, intent or doing his best to cheer the little thing up, even though he knows he isn’t powerful enough to get rid of all the ickiness. Everyone knows Rain needs Dewdrop for that, but it's hard when he’s the cause.

Rain curls her lips upwards the tiniest bit, just to show Swiss she really appreciates him, before she curls up against his chest and nuzzles into his neck.

Swiss helps her fall asleep with a little spark of calming quintessence, and she naps for a while—all the bad thoughts kept at bay. When she wakes up again it’s to a quiet knocking at the door and she’s a lot smaller than before falling asleep. Her head is all fuzzy, but it’s okay. It’s warm and nice, thanks to Swiss.

The multi ghoul calls out for the person to come in, but he curls around the little ghoulette in his arms protectively. Fiery smell reaches Rain’s nose and she understands it’s Dewdrop who came in. She whines quietly and hides in Swiss’ chest.

“Dew, I don’t think it’s a good time,” the multi ghoul mutters, but there’s no anger in his voice. He knows it’s just how Dewdrop and Rain are, that they’ll be fine. “She’s really small and she just woke up from a nap.”

“Oh, I…Okay, I’ll go…I’m sorry,” he whispers, and even though Rain is so very sleepy and a bit scared of the fire ghoul at the moment, she doesn’t like the tone of his voice. She doesn’t like how small and sad it is.

“No,” Rain says quietly, barely loud enough for Dewdrop’s ears to catch it. “Don’ go, Dewy.”

“Are you sure, my little lady?” he asks and it sounds like he’s moved closer.

“Mhm.”

“What about me, princess?” Swiss pulls back to look down at her and tuck a strand of her hair behind a little ear. “Do you want me to stay or go?”

“Don’ gotta stay, Dewy’s fine.” She tells him. The multi ghoul nods in understanding and leans down to kiss her forehead before moving away. Rain immediately feels cold and Swiss notices, so he tucks a fluffy blanket right under her chin.

“If you’ll need me send me the code again, alright?”

“Mhm,” she hums in agreement and Swiss smiles softly and leaves. He clasps a hand over Dewdrop’s shoulder on his way and squeezes reassuringly.

The fire ghoul sighs heavily when the door closes. He takes a step forward, twisting his fingers. “Can I sit in the bed with you? I can offer some warm cuddles, if you’d like that.”

Rain nods and wiggles a hand out from under the covers to pat the mattress encouragingly. Dewdrop can’t help but smile; he really doesn’t deserve this sweet creature.

He gets onto the bed and under the blankets and waits for Rain to get into a cuddle position she feels comfortable with and she decides to curl up against his side, similarily to how she’s been with Swiss. Probably so she can be close and warm, but so that she can kept her face hidden in the blanket and Dewdrop’s chest. He throws an arm around her little form and she doesn’t tense up, so he holds her closely.

“I’d like to talk about our argument properly when you’re big again, my little lady,” the fire ghoul says—quietly and softly, no pressure to respond or even hear him in it, “but I want to apologize now, if that’s okay.”

“I’s okay.”

“Alright. Well, then, I apologize. I’m sorry I was being mean and said all those bad things. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have snapped at you, Rainy. I’m very sorry.”

“‘m sorry, too,” the water ghoulette mumbles and Dewdrop frowns.

“What for, my little lady?”

“Was mean, too,” she shrugs and looks up. Dewdrop could just about melt at her big, blue eyes. “D’yoo still like me?”

“Oh, baby,” the fire ghoul whines, hurt by the question alone. How badly he messed up if Rain has such doubts? He feels terrible. “You have nothing to be sorry for, I deserved being mean to, and I will never, ever stop liking you, my little lady. Please, never forget that.”

“Mmm…okay,” she whispers and it turns into a yawn. She definitely needs to continue that nap. “I still like you, too, Dewy.”

Dewdrop smiles so big both his face and his heart hurt. They’ll be fine.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little rain #cg swiss #cg dewdrop

[heartbreakgrill]

soo, i've an idea for an one shot if you would like to write it.

I was thinking about a Pedro Pascal x reader where the reader is making dinner while is listening some music, and it comes Pedro that wants to "help" them, but the two end up dancing and singing instead of cooking or something like that; yk just Pedro being all flirty and cheesy as always.

Idk if that sounds good but that's what i was thinking about.

dancing in the kitchen; pedro pascal.

a/n: i really hope you enjoy! not super long, but very fluffy <3

"what's on the menu this evening, esposa?"

pedro's voice from the doorway caught your attention. you looked up from the recipe your phone, focused expression growing into a grin.

"hi, baby," you replied as you set down your phone and shuffled over to him.

pedro slid his arms around your waist, and yours came to rest over his shoulders, fingers tugging at the hair curling down his neck. pedro pushed into you, bending you backwards with kisses to your neck, face, hair. you giggled into his shoulder, pushing back until you were straightened in the air.

"stooooop," you complained, though you didn't actually mean it.

pedro groaned in satisfaction that he had you back in his arms. "never! i missed my beautiful woman."

after all these years together, you couldn't help but blush. "oh, i missed you too, baby. however, my stomach is already screaming at me, and i've got to get this recipe going."

pedro squeezed you tighter to his chest, pressing another kiss to your forehead. then, he left you go, "alright, alright. i'm gonna go get showered."

"good, you stink," you jested and poked his side.

pedro gave you a warning look, finger pointed towards you. "watch it, esposa."

raising your hands in a playfully defensive stature, you giggled again, before turning back to the counter. you heard him shuffling up the stairs as you refocused on the recipe.

with a shuffle to your playlist, you began gathering the ingredients needed. just when you finished chopping up the vegetables needed, pedro padded back into the kitchen, shaking out his wet hair with his hands.

you grinned, “feel better?”

“i do,” he rounded the kitchen island, socks shuffling against the floor, and wrapped his arms around you. pedro nuzzled his nose into your neck, peppering kisses to your skin. cornered against the counter, you shoved all of the vegetables into a bowl.

“honey,” you whined and pushed your back begrudgingly against his chest. “i’ve gotta get this going.”

“here, let me,” he quickly took the bowl from you and placed himself at the stove.

“no, go relax!” you turned after him in an attempt to steal back the bowl.

pedro held it above your head, wagging a finger in your face. “i don’t think so, pretty girl. go work on something else.”

“whatever,” you rolled your eyes. before you could walk away, he grabbed the waistband of your apron with two fingers, tugging you back against him.

he smashed a kiss against your cheek, and you giggled at the ticklish display. pedro squeezed you, tight, and let you go. you did as he said, working on another portion of the food, swaying the music playing on your phone.

pedro sang under his breath from his station at the stove. you hummed, too, more so focused on your dancing. soon, his voice carried closer to you, “yeah, get it, mama!”

his chest pressed against your back, and he swayed side to side with you, singing loudly. you giggled and your head landed on his shoulder. he peered down at you and sang sweetly, pointed finger keeping your chin back.

you let go of the spoon in your hand, grabbed his, and kept dancing. pedro spun you around to face him, pulled you close. he held your waist, and your other hand, while your other landed next to your chin on his shoulder. pedro’s left leg intruded your own, ensuring your hips stayed on his, as you moved side to side.

you laughed as his terrible singing filled the kitchen. soon, the song trailed off. you thought you were done dancing until your guys’ favorite slow song ramped up. pedro pulled you back against him, a happy grin growing out of his surprise.

“oh, esposa,” he murmured.

you giggled, pulling your head back to look at him, “what?”

“i just can’t wait to marry you,” he shrugged, a silly expression on his grinning face.

you blushed, deeply, “well, what are you waiting for?”

pedro tugged you back to him, a pep in his step. “oh, just wait. i have…plans.”

the oven started beeping then, and you stepped away from one another to plate dinner. as you were sitting down at the table, glass of wine to your lips, you hesitated from taking a drink.

you looked to pedro, drawing your brows together, “why haven’t you ever said anything?” pedro stabbed a piece of broccoli and paused before it reached his mouth. you continued, “ i mean, i’ve always known. but…we’ve just never realistically talked about it.”

pedro shrugged, a nonchalant frown on his face, “i call you esposa everyday. and it means wife, so…it was always realistic to me.” you sat there stunned, a pleased smile on your face.

it was always realistic to you, too.

#pedro pascal #pedrohub #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal x oc #pedro pascal x you #pedro #pascal

[unreleasedwrites]

Baking Shenanigans

“Told you!”

summary: You and your boyfriend are just at your place. It’s 2 in the morning, the both of you couldn’t fall asleep and were craving some cookies— you guys came across some random five star recipe online and decided to bake cookies together— an activity you haven’t tried with him until this very moment.

character(s) included: Kwak Jihan x fem!reader

cw: pet names/nicknames, kissing on neck, lips, forehead, you and Jihan have been in a relationship for a good while, sort of sarcastic reader, reader is shorter by like a head compared to Jihan, idk a lot about baking because i’m usually an assistant, idk any recipes so i just clicked the first 5 star one i saw, a bunch of teasing, other than that, it’s just fluff & me coping with whats happening in lookism 1a, and reader is addressed as “you” here cs idk? thaz how i write

unwrapped on: Saturday Night, August 20 2023

wrapped up on: Wednesday Morning, August 23 2023

published on: Wednesday Morning, August 23 2023 (at arnd 10 AM)

“The first two ingredients we need is a whole bunch of softened butter and even more sugar” You said as you looked over at Jihan.

“Whats the difference between the brown and white sugar?”

“No idea!” You said as you clapped once and walked away.

You left Jihan up to the decision of which sugar should be used while you grabbed the big bowl with 2 sticks of butter in it. Which you guys had just placed in the microwave for a few seconds so that it’d soften up in no time, but not to the point that it’d melt.

“How much sugar do you think we need?”

“I don’t know, the recipe doesn’t have specific measurements..” You told your boyfriend all the while checking the recipe you guys found.

You simply placed the big bowl in front of your boyfriend cause you weren’t looking for the perfect outcome, you were just hungry and happy that you were taking up baking with him.

“Put er’ there!” You playfully said.

Jihan just stared at you.

“Are you mocking my fake country accent..?” Jihan said, obviously trying to hold in his laughter all the while scratching his head.

You just smiled, a bit embarrassed as you looked away from his gaze.

After a period of awkward silence with an occasional wheeze, your boyfriend finally bursted out laughing, completely loosing it.

“Shut up!! Its two in the morning and I didn’t know what else to say..”

You got a mixer from one of the kitchen closets & started assembling it as it was still in the box. While you were doing that, Jihan gave up & just poured the entire bags of both sugars into the bowl of butter. Luckily, they were only about 1 cup each from both sugars, so it wasn’t something either of you found to be alarming.

You brought the assembled mixer to the counter Jihan was at and stood beside him right after you plugged the mixer in.

“Mix away, cowboy”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, little cowgirl?”

“How the hell am I a cowgirl?” You rose a brow as you watched him turn on the mixer.

“Cause your mine, and if im a cowboy, you’ll be my cowgirl.” Jihan said as he chuckled.

“Sounds just about right to me” You laughed as well.

“Do you think this has the right texture?” He glanced over at you as he turned the mixer off.

“Looks good to me”

“Then could you get whatever we need next, please?” He asked.

“Alright-y! I got 2 eggs and some vanilla extract.”

“Atta’ girl”

You then got a measuring cup and poured some vanilla extract in to it while Jihan cracked the two eggs into the bowl with the mixture.

“How’d ya manage to get that much egg shells into the mixture? That’s gotta be some sort of achievement.” You said sarcastically all the while applauding.

“It’s not my fault, its definitely the eggs in your fridge, they ought to be deranged’.” He said as he was taking the egg shells out & throwing them into the garbage bin nearby, only to come back and stand by your side once he finished.

“What a unique excuse.” You ridiculed and laughed at the irony.

“Oh hush, c’mere you.” He then held his free hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Then he kissed you on the forehead.

“That’s what you get” He added.

“Hmph” You started blushing uncontrollably.

He then took a swift step backwards and used his hand on your waist to gently pull you in front of him into a position where he was kind of hugging you from behind. You two have about a head worth of height difference, so he easily put his head on top of yours. He proceeded to free his occupied hand which had just removed the bowl of mixture from the mixer, then placing it on the counter right in front of you as he handed you a whisk.

“Whisk away, cowgirl” He spoke into your ear, which immediately gave you goosebumps.

You then proceeded to whisk as Jihan held the bowl down so you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about that.

You’ve been whisking for a some time (considering it wasn’t easy to get through to the texture), and your boyfriend has been humming some melodies into your ear down to your neck the entire time while swaying you left and right using his left hand that was on your waist.

“I’ll go get the flour” Your boyfriend’s grip on your waist loosened as he went to go get the flour you guys measured in advance earlier.

You just hummed in approval and left the whisk to open the bag of chocolate chips.

Jihan came back and stood beside you while he poured all the flour, and you started pouring tiny chocolate chips all around the mixture. You guys then switched on the mixer one last time to get it ready.

After mixing, you guys washed your hands (arguing over the sink), and then started rolling the cookie dough into different shapes.

“Look, Jihan— I made a heart, and guess who its for!” You exclaimed while holding cookie dough in the shape of a heart in your two hands pressed together.

“Hmmm..” Jihan added, “Well, whoever its for— do they get a kiss with that?”

“Depends, if they play their cards right, then I don’t see why not!” You happily teased.

“Hmmmmmm…..mmm…~” Jihan dragged his hum out before he spoke again, “Could it possibly be.. for me?” He smirked.

“Correct!” You then went on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Not to be greedy or anythin’ but I was hoping it’s be on the lips” He pouted as he looked at you.

“Sorry, but unfortunately for you, you took too long to guess, so the reward has been downgraded to only your cheek.” You teased.

“Is that so?”

“Yep!”

“What can I do to change your mind?”

“Absolutely nothing! Tough Luck!”

“I’m gonna get back at you later, when my hands aren’t smothered in cookie dough— so you best be ready.”

You just smiled back at him.

After you guys finished shaping and rolling the cookie dough into all sorts of shapes (in ball form lol), you guys then put it on an oiled tray with parchment paper and popped it into the oven.

Once you closed the oven door shut, Jihan immediately started kissing you from behind all over.

“You’re kinda missing the target, don’t ya think?” You said trying your best to hold in your laughter as he kept placing pecks on your neck, which started to feel ticklish.

Then he swung you right around and gave you a kiss on the lips.

While waiting for the cookies to finish, you guys just went back to your shared bedroom and cuddled while you spoke to one another.

You two only came out when you two heard a ding coming from the kitchen.

You then opened the oven to let the heat out.

“You think it went well??” You asked as you looked over at your boyfriend who got a pair of mittens.

“Dunno, lets check.”

Jihan used the mittens to take the tray out of the oven and place it on the counter.

“Looks like it did go well!”

“How about the taste?”

“Well we gotta wait for it to cool down.”

After a good while of some more teasing, the cookies finally seemed to cool down so you guys decided to finally try it.

“It tastes really good!” Jihan said.

“Are you exaggerating or something?”

“What? No, here— taste it.”

He then gave you a cookie and you bit into it, surprisingly it did taste really good. He saw your reaction and smirked.

“Told you!”

notes: I’m thinking of making this like a series, where i make a fic abt female reader baking w a lookism character, but idk? The end is quite rushed because i didnt know what to put anymore— 😭😭 Although I hope it isn’t too bad and I hope it isnt cringey either lmao I tried my best though (plez request) I was planning on typing more stuff in this notes but i forgot them so might update later (sorry for the mistakes) I might do goo next w same title but yall like baking smth elseee

- With or without proper credits, please don’t try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs, as this is my third ever post on this blog.

Once again, I hope this isn’t too bad for my third ever post, and i’ll probably be doing more characters in lookism 🫶🫶

#lookism #manwha #anime #manwha lookism #lookism manwha #anime lookism #lookism anime #lookism fandom #fandom #webtoon #jihan kwak #kwak jihan #lookism kwak jihan #kwak jihan lookism #lookism jihan #jihan lookism #lookism jihan kwak #jihan kwak lookism #kwak jihan x reader #female reader #for you #foryoupage #foryou #fluff #lookism webtoon #webtoon lookism #unreleasedwrites #jihan kwak x reader #baking #cookies

[thepuff09]

@doctor4t I have a couple changes for the Rat mod that could be fun/make world domination substantially easier

• Changing into a rat plays the marketable plushie sound (not sure what it’s called, you used it in your Folly ad)

• Not sure if you did this, but the Mask mod Lux made (or helped with, idk) has a feature where wearing a mask hides your UN. Could be pretty useful?

• Perhaps putting a netherite block in a compressed/grinder thingy could make one clothed ingot, would be pretty symbolic considering what started this whole thing

• Putting a rat in an item frame makes a little house for them, with a couple special ones based on the block the frame is on

• Scratchy rat (like from the simpsons)

• Clownpierce rat, Luxintrus rat (Luxintrat?), and EightSidedRat

• I would like to suggest that Clown rats have a small chance to spawn with the funny scythe or hammer, if the mods are installed

• Custom paintings that replace famous pieces with rats (Mona Lisa, The Scream, etc.)

• Rats dance for music like parrots

Also, some ideas that need more explaining:

• A little trumpet you can give to rats that make them play short segments of songs, as well as random notes. I’m thinking Megalovania among others, and a 1/10000 chance of just making the doot sound effect.

• And this might be a bit OP, so I suggest 8 Clothed Blocks for the recipe, but maybe surrounding 1 item with the aforementioned blocks, you can give that item to a rat for them to use, like the laser bows y’all have, or a pickaxe to make them mine faster. Only one item at a time, and you would be able to see it on their backs. Since it’s so expensive, with my proposed netherite conversion making it 5184[?] Netherite Ingots for 1 rat item, plus the item in question, I think either triple durability, or maybe even infinite, would be good.

Enchants would probably need to be applied after the rat item is made, since it could get way to complex to code otherwise.

#doctor4t #rats #clownpierce #luxintrus #eightsidedsquare #the first one is imperative for world domination

[vodika-vibes]

Nsfw prompt 42 with A’den? Idk it just seems so on point for him :)

Playful Moments

Summary: Your handsome man has been away for months, deployed to some backwater planet for the good of the war. And you expect that your reunion will be like the ones seen in the holos, tears and flowers. You really, really should have known better.

Pairing: A'den Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 995

Warnings: Smut

Prompt: “Ever heard of an Australian kiss?”  “No.  What’s that?”  “It’s like a French kiss, but down under.”

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I needed to come up with an idea that wasn't identical to the other request I got for this same prompt.

Based on all of the holos that you’ve watched, when your soldier returns home from the war, you’re meant to greet him with delicate tears, and tight hugs and deep kisses. And you thought as much too.

It makes sense, right.

It’s been months since you’ve seen your A’den, after all. Deep kisses and tight hugs just make sense.

And sure, maybe you can’t meet him when he lands, your A’den has been kind of funny about letting his brothers meet you, claiming that he wants to be greedy about you for just a little longer, but that shouldn’t change things.

Plus, it means that you’re able to start dinner for him.

So, all in all, you don’t mind that you get to have your reunion in private. In truth, you wouldn’t want your reunion to happen in public anyway. You’ve always been a bit...shy, after all.

So you putter around your apartment, cleaning and making food, and daydreaming about how he’s going to kiss you when he’s finally home. Fantasizing about how he’ll hold you and pepper kisses all across your face.

You really, really should have known better.

The front door slides open, and you hear the sound of a heavy bag hitting the floor, and the sound of armor getting neatly stacked on the bench by the front door. And then surprisingly light footsteps, only heard because your apartment is old and creaky, as A’den steps from the front hall and into the kitchen.

You greet him with a grin, taking a moment to make sure that the meal wasn’t going to burn, before you turn and face him fully. “A’den,” His name is little more than a sigh on your lips, “Welcome home.”

His dark eyes glitter with mischief and a warm grin plays on his lips, “Glad to be home. Something smells delicious.”

“A stew, one of my families recipes.” You explain, “It just needs to sit in the slow cooker for another couple of hours.”

“Is that right?”

“It is, yes.” You toss the spoon into the sink, and walk over to him, reaching up to slide your arms around his neck, and his arms slot, tightly, around your waist.

“Good,” A’den replies, the looks of mischief growing, but before you can question him on it, his lips are on yours. It takes less than 10 seconds before he’s coaxing your lips apart for him and he’s sliding his tongue against yours.

He steals the breath right from your lungs, and you all but melt into him.

A’den breaks the kiss first, much to your disappointment. Though that disappointment fades away as he trails his lips across your cheek to linger just under your ear.

“Mm, missed you,” He purrs as he lightly nips your earlobe, “So, so much.”

You press against him, “Missed you too,” You reply as you lightly grip the front of his blacks.

A’den pulls back, a small grin on his lips, “Hey, kitten,”

You tilt your head at him, curiously.

“Have you ever heard of an Australian kiss?”

You blink at him, slightly bewildered, “No? What’s that?”

A’den’s grin grows, “It’s like a French kiss, only down under.” And then he sinks to his knees in front of you and slides his hands up the hem of your skirt. His gaze is heated as it locks with yours.

He pushes your skirt up, and presses the bunched up material into your hands, before he leans in and presses his lips against the flimsy material that hides your pussy from his eager lips.

You gasp his name and he moves slightly to press a hot kiss high on your thigh. “I have you, baby.” A’den coos, so very sweetly, as he tugs your panties down your legs and tosses them to the side.

Carefully, he urges you to lean back against the wall, before he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. A’den’s gaze lingers on you, and you yelp when he blows surprisingly cool air against you. “A’den, stop teasing me.”

He presses a kiss higher on your pelvis, his dark eyes locking with yours once more, “Never.” There’s a hint of promise in his words and his gaze, and then he dives in, a low groan falling from him as he eagerly, and enthusiastically swipes his tongue across your slit.

He zeroes in on your clit, intent to make you fall apart for him in as short amount of time as possible, and you whimper as you press your hand over your mouth to stifle your moans.

“So pretty,” He murmurs against your, another groan falling from him as he tries to pull you closer to his face, “So sensitive. Kriff I love you.”

He pulls away and slowly eases a single digit in you, and you whine, rolling your hips towards him to take him even deeper, his gaze darting from where his finger is vanishing inside you to the look of bliss on your face.

A’den’s gaze darts back and forth for a moment, before he surges to his feet, tugs your hand away from your mouth, and crashes his lips against yours.

“Mine,” He growls against your lips as he curls his finger inside you and you clench around him, pulling a deeply aroused moan from his lips, “All mine.”

Just as you’re on the edge of falling apart for him, he pulls his fingers out of you, pulling a dismayed whine from you. His smile is small, and deeply amused, as he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open.”

Obediently you do as he instructs and slowly suck his finger clean.

A’den groans, low and deep, as he feels your tongue flicking against his finger, “I need to have you, kitten.” He murmurs, “Can I have you?” He pulls his fingers away from your and presses into your space. “Please?”

“Always.”

And he groans before he lifts you into his arms, intent on bringing you to the bedroom.

#star wars #tcw #a'den skirata x reader #a'den x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks #18+ fic #nsft

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

A very Spidey Christmas - Margo

Pairing: Margo Kess x Reader (written with fem!reader in mind, but I don’t think there’s anything that restricts it to that?? idk) (Hobie, 1610!Miles, 42!Miles, Gwen and Pavitr are here too!)

Word count: 759

Warnings: Both Miles squabbling like a pair of toddlers, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love) mistletoe, descriptions of a kiss! idk if I’m any good at it 😔

A/N: first time writing for Margo! Idk exactly how to write for her but I do hc that she’d be the best at calming ppl down and tries to avoid/de-escalate conflict as much as she can because it reminds her of her parents fighting 💔

In hindsight, maybe providing 5 spider-teenagers (and one Prowler) with an oven, baking ingredients, and your favourite sugar cookie recipe wasn’t the greatest idea.

Miles and the other Miles had “accidentally” thrown flour at each other more times than you could count, Gwen almost burnt butter (how on earth do you manage to burn butter?) and was in the bathroom nursing a small cut she had gotten while handling a knife, Pavitr somehow got baking powder in his nose and sneezed for 7 minutes straight, and you realized you didn’t have any icing sugar so you sent Hobie and Margo out on a quick trip to the grocery store.

Pavitr patted your shoulder gently, noticing your growing stress as you made sure the oven was off. A fire was the last thing you needed right now. “Don’t worry, they’ll be back soon- Miles, for the love of god! Aata phekna band karo! (Stop throwing flour)”

“Sorry!” “He started it. It’s not my fault he can’t take what he’s trying to give out!” “I started it?! Wh-”

“The cavalry ‘as arrived!” You looked up and sighed in relief as Hobie kicked open the door like someone straight out of an action movie, Margo close behind, her arms filled with grocery bags.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked as you went over to her, taking the grocery bags and kissing her cheek. “You look stressed.”

“I mean…” You vaguely gestured around the crowded kitchen, and everyone paused whatever they were doing to wave at the new arrivals. “But I know they’re all trying their best. Well, maybe not the other Miles.”

“Miles, knock it off,” Margo called out sternly, giving the one from earth-42 a death glare. “Both of you. I don’t care who started it. I’m ending it. Okay, sweetie, what’s first?”

You got out your recipe, laying the paper on the counter and standing between both versions of Miles. Gwen got back from the bathroom at that moment, wrapping a sparkly band-aid around her ring finger. You must’ve looked really concerned for her, because she held out her hand to soothe your worries. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a flesh wound.”

“Okay, uh… Margo, could you get the baking powder, please? Don’t let Pav get anywhere near it. No, Pav, it’s not because you’re clumsy, it’s just… I just don’t want you to sneeze so hard that your nose starts bleeding. Gwen, can you handle the mixing bowl? See, Pav, you can find the spoons and help her with the mixing. Hobie, could you find the baking trays? Thank you!”

The next few minutes were filled with the sound of the baking spoon scraping the bowl with all the ingredients, Gwen’s occasional tapping with the wooden utensils (drummer’s instincts, she explained), and your instructions.

“Pavi, that’s not enough sugar. Miles - sorry, not you, the other Miles-”

“Milo,” Hobie helpfully added, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island as he helped (1610) Miles make the icing.

“Okay, Milo - the heat’s too high. Gwen you’re not adding enough flour… Margo the recipe needs more baking powder or it’ll fall flat-”

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Margo gently took your face in her hands, splaying her fingers across your cheeks and making you focus on her. She brought her thumb up to smoothie out the crease in between your eyebrows. “Shh. We got this, okay? You don’t need to worry. You’re stressing yourself out, love.”

“But I-”

“Look, mistletoe!” Margo webbed a sprig of mistletoe from the living room and pulled it toward her, attaching it to the ceiling above you before practically lunging forward and pressing her lips against yours, her arms coming to loop around your waist.

You allowed yourself to relax in her warm embrace, inhaling slowly. She smelled like a blend of buttery popcorn and car air freshener, and her lips were soft against yours and tasted vaguely of vanilla and oranges - a combination that felt all too familiar, for some reason…

“Feeling better now?”

“Yeah, slightly. Hang on, is that my lip balm?” You asked once she broke away to get some air. She gave a sheepish chuckle, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Noooo, it’s our lip balm now.”

“Listen, you two are very sweet, but if ya could go snog somewhere else that’d be great, yeah? I don’t know any first aid if ya catch on fire, and you’re very close to the oven,” Hobie interrupted, gently nudging you and Margo to one side and putting the tray of flattened cookie dough balls into the oven.

“British people are all so rude,” Margo stuck her tongue out at Hobie, whose eyebrows raised so high you thought they might reach his hair if he kept going.

“She’s got a point,” Pav chimed in through a mouthful of the first experimental batch of cookies - they had been burnt slightly around the edges, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pav, my guy, you too?!”

@vhstown (dw u are a lovely britisher who is a wonderful writer and not at all rude 🙏 still on the fence abt absent father dearest tho 😞 /j no he is a very lovely and talented britisher too) @l0starl @therealloopylupin2099 @hobiebrownismygod @deritosmi @tatumis-a

#⋆·˚ 🌹 ༘ * — 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶’𝘀 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨! #⋆·˚ 🌺 ༘ * — 𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨! #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #margo kess #margo atsv #atsv margo #margo kess x reader #margo kess x fem!reader #margo kess x you #spider byte #spider byte x reader #spiderbyte #spiderbyte x reader #atsv fluff #margo kess fluff #margo kess imagines

[newbie-whovian]

heyyy, finally came up with an idea... I think, haha. I was thinking something comfy, some dorky fluff with Twelfth x Reader, where he keeps claiming it doesn't affect Gallifreyians (it totally does), and the reader (gn?) suggests either going for snacks or baking something (chaos!). IDK, complete and utter freedom to let chaos reign or just vibe, or whatever lol. im embracing the dumb-of-ass vibe, but I'm open to whatever.

(Hells yes 👌 cue mischievous laughter)

Cookies - The Twelfth Doctor x Reader

'Superior Time Lord physiology, my ass,' you thought with a blank smile as you watched the Doctor stare at the guitar in his hands.

It had started as a playful dare, as you prepared to unwind after a particularly stressful day and the TARDIS had materialized right in the middle of your living room. You'd offered the Doctor a drag or two but he'd scoffed at you, insisting that "Gallifreyans can't be affected by human psychedelics," and before you knew it, you were daring him to try. He snatched it from you and sat down on the couch next to you with a defiant furrow of his brow, and took a too-deep drag right off the bat, nearly coughing up a lung.

Between your experience and his stubborn pride, the two of you finished the blunt in a little over an hour. You were sky high, and at first, you'd thought the Doctor was right because he seemed fine. But then he started talking, his accent heavy and his thoughts scattering all over the place, and a slow smile spread across your face.

"You're so high," you said, satisfaction plain in your voice.

He looked at you with wide pale eyes and said indignantly, "I am not…"

"Nah, I think… you definitely are!"

"I'm… definitely not! Gallifreyans-"

"Yeah yeah… Time Lords, superior physiology, I get it…"

You craned your head back to look at the ceiling, quickly getting lost in the cracks and indents and barely registering him standing up from the couch. A tilt of your head and you could see him walking into the TARDIS, answering the question you hadn't even asked yet with a muttered, "Want my guitar-"

You smiled again (smiling is so much easier this way) and replied, "Music's good…"

The ceiling caught your attention again and you couldn't place how long it is before the Doctor comes back out and flounces down on the couch next to you, closer than before and carrying his guitar. You ended up watching him position his hands and reposition them at least ten times over. "I'm telling you… you're high as a kite, luv," you said, pointing a finger at his chest.

He finally found a chord, strumming it dutifully before muttering, "I am not. Time Lord… remember? No effect," strumming another chord and smiling at the sound. You rolled your eyes and leaned against him; physical contact felt right, unbelievably right, and you found yourself muttering, "You're nice to hold…"

He picked his way through the beginning of a song before resting his cheek on the top of your head, cheekily strumming the first chords of your favorite song. Halfway through, he abruptly stopped, setting the guitar down and looking you in the eye. "Food. I'm hungry, where's food?" he asked with no small amount of urgency.

You laughed softly and stood up from the couch, holding his hand and walking to the kitchen. He followed you and watched as you opened the fridge, stepping past you to look inside. "We could… ooh, I've got it! We could bake cookies!" you said with a wide smile.

He turned around to face you, holding your shoulders and saying, "You're a genius!" He looked back into the fridge and said, "What do we need?"

You grabbed a recipe card from a nearby counter and slowly read off the ingredients, finding a large bowl and a baking sheet in one of the cabinets. He watched as you followed the recipe, looking like he was watching you conjure objects from thin air. You focused immensely on rolling the dough into small balls to place on the sheet, and as you put them in the oven, he asked, "When are they done?"

You took another look at the card. "About 10 minutes."

He frowned and said, "That's lame."

You laughed and set a timer, feeling incredibly proud of yourself for remembering it before grabbing his hand. "C'mon," you said before you headed back into the living room.

You switched off the lights, leaving the Christmas lights around the ceiling to shine dimly above you. You already had your phone connected to a speaker, and with a few taps, the room was filled with soft music.

The Doctor hugged you gently, causing you to smile and sway with him. "This is new… the hugging," you said, and he answered you with a soft "shush."

The two of you hugged for a moment, parting slightly as the song changed. He examined your face before tracing your jaw with his thumb, cupping your face. You gave him a smile.

"I love you," he muttered, and your smile widened. You closed the distance between you with a kiss, and when you broke it a moment later, he asked, "Do I say that enough?"

You gave him a puzzled look, and he added, "When I'm not…" gesturing to himself and waving his hand in front of his face. "-This."

"So you admit it!" you said with a smile, and he frowned dramatically.

You remember his question after a minute, and it takes you a bit to answer because words keep escaping you. "Sometimes I wish… you said it more, but I know words aren't very easy for you. They're not really for me either…" you piece together, "I know you love me, and I love you too…"

You chuckle slowly and add, "That was really cheesy."

He smiled, eyes sparkling, and said, "It really was," leaning in for another kiss but jumping when your timer went off.

You laughed again and went to check on the cookies, exceedingly proud of yourself for remembering the oven mitts as you took the tray from the oven. He was by your side in an instant, resting his chin on your shoulder. The kitchen smelled like freshly baked cookies, and the two of you simply took it in for a while.

You shut the oven and moved to sit down; standing was taking too much energy, energy you could use to eat cookies once they cooled down. You sat on the floor with a small huff, smiling as he sat down next to you. "Why aren't we eating them…?" he asked.

"They're too hot right now… they're gonna fall apart…"

"So what? We'll eat them anyway, if they fall apart?"

You paused. "That's true…"

The two of you stood up again and poked at the tray, and eventually he pried a gooey cookie off. He took a deliberate bite, somehow managing not to get chocolate on his face. He smiled, and you followed his lead. Chocolate smeared on your upper lip and he swiped it off with his thumb, pausing before sticking it in his mouth. You laughed again and he gave you a look, prying off another cookie and stuffing it in his mouth.

Slowly, you two finished the entire tray, too high to care that your playlist had already started to repeat itself out in the living room.

#doctor who #doctor who fic #twelfth doctor #twelfth doctor x reader #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader

[castletown-cafe]

Castletown Café Episode 20: Spider Donut

Ahuhuhu...I seem to have lost track of time. Has it really been three weeks!? Oops. But I didn’t want to wait a whole year to post these, even though I did learn quite a lot while making them. I’ll have to remake these next October so the glaze is more purple than black!

It was only a matter of time before Undertale recipes made their way into this Deltarune-inspired cooking blog, given they share the same creator and are alternate universes or timelines of each other. Here in the Castletown Café, we’re very familiar with Muffet’s Spider Donuts: made by spiders, for spiders...of spiders. Indeed, Muffet is a known cannibal, not only eating small regular spiders but also shown to try to eat other monsters (and one human) by turning them into baked goods. Whether or not she has successfully done that, we don’t know...

There are no spiders or monsters in these donuts; just flour, eggs, sugar, the usual ingredients for baked cake donuts. The description of Spider Donuts state that they’re made with fresh Spider Cider in the batter, so we’re using the next best thing: apple cider!

Many apple cider donut recipes call for reducing the apple cider by heating it over the stove and letting it simmer down to just a smaller amount, usually half a cup. This is done to reduce the amount of liquid that goes into the batter as well as to pack the donuts full of that apple cider flavor!

The recipe I followed from Sally’s Baking Addiction included apple pie spice - something I don’t have - so I made my own by combining cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, allspice, and ginger. The exact measurements of each will be listed in the recipe.

I created my own recipe for blueberry glaze by cooking frozen blueberries, blending that into puree, and then adding powdered sugar and a little melted butter. If there is anything I’ve learned from creating my own glaze recipe, it is to SIFT YOUR POWDERED SUGAR FIRST! Otherwise you’ll have lumps in your glaze that heating it up won’t fix! I’d sift it at least twice to get most of the lumps out before adding it to the blueberry puree.

Unfortunately, this glaze was too dark - so although blueberry puree sounded like a good idea (and maybe if it was fresh instead of frozen or less puree was used, maybe the colors would have been brighter), maybe it should be something else, like blackberry - or just basic vanilla glaze with food coloring added. I need to experiment first.

The webs are super easy: just melt white chocolate chips, fill a piping bag, and pipe on your white chocolate spider webs! You can use the microwave or a double boiler, but be careful if you choose the microwave because you can burn it easily that way. You can make your own “makeshift double boiler” by filling a saucepan with water and placing the lid of the right size upside down over the water so you can pour the white chocolate into it and use that as a shallow dish.

Liiike this!

As you can see, it needs to be a metal saucepan with a matching metal lid, not glass, and no hole(s) in it for steam to escape. Idk if they still make lidded saucepans with metal, holeless lids, come to think of it...since I use several that are part of a set made in the 70′s!

SPIDER DONUTS:

2 cups (or 250g) all-purpose flour

3/4 tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1 and 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon

1/4 tsp allspice

1/8 tsp ground ginger

1/8 tsp ground nutmeg

Sprinkle of ground clove

1/4 tsp salt

1 and 1/2 cups (or 360ml) apple cider - reduced down to 1/2 cup (or 120 ml)

1 large room temperature egg

1/2 cup (or 120 ml) room temperature milk

2 tablespoons (or 30g, or 1/4 stick) melted unsalted butter

1/2 cup (or 100 g) packed brown sugar, light or dark works fine (I used dark)

1/2 (or 100g) cup granulated sugar

1 tsp vanilla extract

Glaze:

2 or 3 tablespoons blueberry puree

1 cup (or 200g?) powdered sugar

2 tablespoons (or 30 g, or 1/4 stick) melted unsalted butter

Topping:

About 1 cup (or 200 g?) white chocolate chips, melted

Heat your apple cider in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Have it simmer for up to 10 minutes or more, stirring occasionally. Keep checking every 5 minutes afterward to make sure it’s evaporating. You’re likely to still have a bit more than 1/2 cup after 20-30 minutes, that’s okay. Pour the reduced cider into a 1/2 cup measuring cup, and feel free to drink whatever’s left.

While the reduced cider cools, preheat your oven to 350 degrees F (or 177 degrees C) and grease your donut pans (you’ll need at least two 6-cavity donut pans).

Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and spices together and set aside.

In a separate bowl, whisk together the melted butter, egg, brown and granulated sugars, vanilla, and milk. Pour into the dry ingredients and stir together while slowly pouring in the cooled apple cider reduction. Stir until fully combined and no streaks of dry flour remain. Your batter will be slightly thick. Do not overmix, it affects the texture.

Spoon or pour the batter into the donut cavities. I just scooped it in, but you can try using a piping bag, which is recommended in most cake donut recipes!

Bake for 10-12 minutes or until fully risen and not shiny. The tops should be a nice golden brown, and a toothpick inserted in should come out clean. Also, if it springs back when you poke it, that’s another sign they’re done. Use whatever testing method works best for you.

While you wait for the donuts to cool, get the ingredients ready for the glaze! Combine 1 cup (200 g?) of frozen blueberries in a saucepan with 2 to 3 tablespoons of water. Cook over medium-high heat and let the berries bubble for a few minutes. Once fully cooked and a nice hot berry sauce has formed, remove from heat.

Have it cool a little before pouring it into a blender or food processor. With the puree setting, blend until smooth. Measure out 2 or 3 tablespoons of blueberry puree and add to a bowl.

Sift your powdered sugar a couple of times before adding it to your blueberry puree. Melt 2 tablespoons of unsalted butter and add it to your glaze mixture, stirring until your glaze forms.

Dunk cooled donuts halfway into the glaze to frost the tops. Let dry while you melt your white chocolate.

Over medium heat, heat water in a saucepan and place a fitting holeless metal lid upside down over the water - or just use a double boiler if you have one.

Pour the white chocolate chips into your saucepan lid/double boiler and let melt, stirring occasionally. Keep an eye on your chocolate so that it doesn’t burn.

Once your chocolate is fully melted, scoop into a piping bag fitted with a small round tip (you can fill your piping bag by placing it tip side down in a glass so it stands upright, keeping it open by curling the ends around the rim of your glass). Pipe white chocolate spider webs onto your donuts, working quickly before the white chocolate hardens back up again.

Ta-da! You now have delicious apple cider donuts with blueberry glaze and white chocolate spider webs! A multitude of flavors all wrapped up in one Spider Donut - hold the spiders.

Sources:

???, Sally, “Baked Apple Cider Donuts”, Sally’s Baking Addiction, sallysbakingaddiction.com, 9/14/2018. Link: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/baked-apple-cider-donuts/

Jeanne McDowell, Erin, “Baked Apple Cider Doughnuts”, The New York Times, cooking.nytimes.com. Link: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1019593-baked-apple-cider-doughnuts

Zhang, Catherine, “Baked Blueberry Glazed Donuts”, Catherine Zhang, zhangcatherine.com, 5/24/2021. Link: https://zhangcatherine.com/baked-blueberry-donuts/

#castletown cafe #undertale #undertale recipe #spider donut #undertale food #undertale inspired recipe #undertale muffet #muffet undertale #muffet #spidrdont #apple cider donut #white chocolate #donut #doughnuts #apple cider doughnut #blueberry glaze #my art #not 100% my recipe #sallys baking addiction

[tisorridalamor]

I almost forgot to ask: do you want to tell us about your overnight oats?

Boy do I ever!!! Please continue under the cut if you want to hear me talk about breakfast for way too long

I've posted my overnight oats recipe before but generally speaking:

1/3 cup steel cut oats*

1/3 cup milk of choice**

1/3 cup yogurt of choice***

An Amount of peanut/almond/whatever butter, honey, maple syrup, granola, nuts, fruit, jam, seeds, etc. Go crazy go stupid

*Generally the rule should be 1 part oats to 2 parts liquid, so if you want all yogurt or all milk that's fine, and increasing to 1/2 cup oats would mean 1 cup liquid, etc. Also you can play fast and loose with this rule, it doesn't have to be exact

**my favorite milk rn is oat milk! It has kind of a natural sweetness that is nice, I don't really like milk in general so I have kind of just been buying stuff at random but I think this is what I'll stick with going forward

***I'm also obsessed with plain greek yogurt (this post is making me sound like a health nut??) so I add that but any kind works. I genuinely love the taste of plain greek yogurt but getting a good vanilla or other flavored greek / non-greek yogurt is a good way to add flavor without a ton of effort or adding other things :)

Add-ins I'm fond of:

BANANAS❗ super mild so they go good with anything

sesame seeds

cashews

replacing part of the yogurt or milk with spiced apple sauce is REALLY good

cookie butter is so so so good in it if you have that. I assume any sweet spread like nutella would be great too. I got my dad these fancy peanut butters for xmas and used some in my overnight oats and they were fantastic

chocolate chips, cocoa powder

Vanilla Extract...

Dried fruit like cranberries, raisins, mango, etc.

There's also lots of ideas out there, I tried to keep the above pretty straightforward but if you web search it people are making brownie overnight oats, tiramisu overnight oats, creamsicle, carrot cake, pina colada, the list is endless. At work, my old boss had learned about my obsession and gave me a ton of these packets from an overnight oats subscription service (??? they'll make anything these days) that his wife had gotten and didn't like. I'm not interested in buying it but it gave me some fun flavor ideas that you can see on their site if you click the link!

When I get some time I want to make bubble tea overnight oats by making some good milk tea for the liquid and topping it with tapioca pearls and brown sugar syrup :) I like that if you want to make something complicated out of oats you can but it's also very easy to just mix some oats and yogurt and be done with it. I've tried multiple times to make oats on the stove top and I'm gonna be real with you I think they're better cold, idk I've gotten in friendly arguments about this irl

I'm a big breakfast person and I know it's a meal a lot of people skip or substitute with caffeine but I do think getting some real calories in your system helps as much as good sleep does. It's unfortunate that we all have to work a ton and something as simple as "making breakfast in the morning" feels like a luxury on a workday. I like that I can prep something like this a few days in advance and enjoy it at work at my leisure <3 I'm lucky I work an office job that allows me to do that lol!

#fun talk tag #ask #thank you for asking me <3 I am having so much fun. I think I said this before but I'm a mad scientist performing experiments in my kitchen #cooking and baking are one of my greatest pleasures and I love messing around with recipes #But most meals I don't make over and over again and again like I do this breakfast so it's fun to iterate and find out what I prefer :) #recipe #cooking #overnight oats

[shywhumpauthor]

can i get a little of a grumpy whumpee (haha rhymes) who isn't used to kindness with a kind caretaker pretty please

Of course! Sorry this took so long, it got buried under whumptober.

If there’s errors, just know I write this in about twenty minutes during my free and barely edited

Cw: conditioned Whumpee, mentioned torture, refusal to eat, past torture and abuse, emotional manipulation, Whumpee’s mental state is just really bad here. Idk what else to tag. Kinda recovered pet whump? Not really. Borderline abusive whumpee

“Whumpee,” Caretaker sighed, their voice betraying their exhaustion as they glanced down at the food splattered across the kitchen floor, shards of the porcelain bowl that had once homed a bowl of stew they had spent all morning preparing decorating the mess. “Did you not like the recipe? That’s alright, is there something else I can make you?”

Whumpee, who’s lips had finally begun to twitch up at the small flicker of emotion, deflated when Caretaker’s words turned kind instead of the cruel shouts they had been anticipating. Goddamn it.

“No.” Whumpee glared back, their head shaking as they straightened up in their seat. “I don’t want your stupid food.”

Why wouldn’t they get mad?! Whumpee’s mind was screaming as they watched Caretaker simply walk to the sink and grab a hand towel, crouching down to begin to clean the mess. It had been weeks, so it felt, and Caretaker hadn’t done anything. Hadn’t hit them once, hadn’t raised their voice, each day felt like an added strap around Whumpee’s chest, the pressure growing until it was about to pop and the illusion of comfort would shatter just like the bowl to reveal the truth Whumpee knew was there all along and they knew that drawing it out was only a cruel game used to hide the demon Whumpee was sure was lurking behind a layer of gentle touches and soft words. It would only be worse if they fell to the trick, despite what Whumper had said they weren’t stupid enough to fall for it again. They weren’t stupid, this time they were sure. They wouldn’t let it catch them off guard, no they wouldn’t. Not again. They weren’t that stupid-

“That’s okay, would you like take out instead? I still have that brochure of all the places-“

They droned on in that same tone, that light tone that was full of sticky, sickening sweetness that was so obviously fake it made Whumpee want to scream. They felt a fire creeping up their chest, burning their neck and their ears, room filling with a buzz so loud they couldn’t hear anything over it, couldn’t hear Caretaker’s useless words or their useless rambling about the different restaurants in town.

“I don’t want any of that shit.”

The chair scraped across the kitchen tiles with an uncomfortable sound as Whumpee stood up, their flurry of movement nearly knocking the old piece of wood over. With Whumper, that would have earned them a beating itself, how dare they mess up their good floors, do they have any idea how long it would take to buffer these out?! The curse would have cost them a slap or two, a night in the basement for sure. Maybe a belting if Whumper was already in a bad mood. God, they hated it, they hated it so much. Everything was so much easier then, and fuck was it messed up that they thought this way, but when they had the cold crack of a whip against their back to teach them what was right and what was wrong or when they felt the bite of a blade against their skin for every mistake they could accept it. They could know what was wrong, and they could know how to fix it. What cruel game was caretaker playing, with their kindness and their smiles, their wordless promises that they would never hurt Whumpee which would only rub salt to the wounds whenever the inevitable could not longer be delayed. Better get it over with, that was Whumpee’s thinking. They’d take the torture and the pain and the tears in exchange for the certainty that they were fixing their mistakes, the ability to know what they did was right or wrong. They’d give anything for that clarity, the one they were so desperately trying to drive from Caretaker now.

“I don’t want anything from you. Let me leave.”

And go where, Whumpee wasn’t sure. Whumper was gone. Dead or in jail, they didn’t know. They could have just as easily moved to a different house, across the city or across the country. Where they were didn’t matter, because Whumpee stopped caring. They hated the bastard, for everything they’d done to them, all the pain and torment. But for everything Whumpee could blame them for, they had to admit. Whumper made it easy. They didn’t have to struggle through troubles beyond their comprehension or their control any longer. It was simple. They were given tasks, and they’d do them. Do them right, they’d get rewarded. Do them wrong, they’d get punished. It was complicated, but not. After a while they grew to know Whumper. They would tell them exactly what they wanted, exactly what needed to happen. Why the hell wouldn’t caretaker tell them?!

“We can go for a walk later, if you’d like, but right now I have to finish cleaning up, alright?” Caretaker offered them a soft smile, and Whumpee wanted to scream.

No. No no no no no, it wasn’t alright. It wasn’t fucking alright. They didn’t want to go for a walk, they didn’t want to get take out from that little diner up the road, they didn’t want anything. Whumper had been clear when telling them they weren’t allowed to have wants. They’d get what they were given and they’d be grateful regardless, that’s how it worked. Why didn’t caretaker understand that?!

“I want to leave,” Whumpee spat, emotion leaking into their tone as tears stung their eyes. Their throat bobbed as a lump swelled, they wanted to scratch and claw at their neck until the tension was relieved that way. If Whumpee was there, they would have been so mad, mad and disappointed. Whumpee knew better than to misbehave like this. Whumper would remind them and punish them and then it would be in the past. They could move on and never think about it again, do better in the future. Why wouldn’t caretaker do that?!

“I know, Whumpee, we can go out in a few minutes. I need to finish in here first though, okay?”

God, why didn’t they understand? They didn’t understand, and it was driving Whumpee mad. No one understood them, not caretaker, not anyone. Whumper had understood them, only Whumper. Caretaker said they did, promised they did but they didn’t. They couldn’t possibly understand.

“Fuck you.” Whumpee’s voice cracked, fear and anticipation weighing in their empty stomach like a brick. For a moment, just a moment they saw a flash in caretaker’s eyes, and they clung onto the hope that this had finally been the thing to push them over the edge-

No.

“What’s wrong, Whumpee?” Caretaker rolled back to sit on their heels, their attention abandoning the task at hand. Whumpee’s entire body flooded cold, this wasn’t right. They were standing and caretaker was sitting, it was all wrong. No they should have been the one on the ground, kicked to their stomach or forced to kneel on the shards of the bowl they broke. Caretaker should be the one towering over them, holding a knife or a cane or whatever else they chose to use. Not this way around. “I can tell you’re upset. Would you like to talk about anything?”

That was not the response they wanted. No, no no it wasn’t! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! Why wouldn’t they just get mad?! Why wouldn’t they hurt them already?!

Whumpee turned and fled the room before the tears could fall.

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Ew I don’t like this but needed some content, sorry anon.

Also could you maybe send in some more sortish specific requests that I can work on? I know I’ve been asking a lot and I’ve gotten some really good ones but they’re just not what I’m looking to write rn

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #its me coal #whump writing #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #creepy whumper #whump prompt #captured whumpee #captivity whump #intimate whumper #whump prompts #writing prompt #kidnapped whumpee #whump drabble #abused whumpee #tw torture #torture #writing prompts #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #emotional whump

[strandnreyes]

Monday Mourning

share your toughest writing challenges

thanks for tagging me and letting me write a ‘dear diary’ entry @welcometololaland @rmd-writes this is fun, group therapy time everybody!

1. I have about five words/phrases for everything I want to say and I just pull them out of a hat when it’s time. Everybody is murmuring something or blowing out a breath or raising a brow in confusion. I need to learn some new words lmao

2. Similarly, I think my recipe is similar for each fic. Everything could be entirely different, but they’re still going through a similar arc. But is that just because it’s the TK and Carlos relationship arc? Is it repetitive and predictable? Or if it’s not broke, don’t fix it? Idk it haunts me. One day maybe I’ll just write an au that’s wildly different

3. As evidenced by above, doubting what I’m writing and if it’s good (I see people say this all the time, and yet I don’t have that thought when I read their writing. Maybe we just need to love ourselves more)

4. Being bored by scenes I need for Plot but are just setting up to get to the actual good stuff. I read something one time that said ‘if you’re bored writing, your readers are bored reading’. Idk how true it is, but that also haunts me. Now whenever I’m bored of a part and fighting to get through it, I try to add something more exciting, but that usually adds more work to the story over all and somehow I have a whole side plot I didn’t intend for

5. Why can I never have an idea that would not be a months long process?? That sounds fun. I would like to try that sometime

tagging anyone who thinks this would be cathartic for them!

#tag game

[borathae]

I’m so sorry you’re sick and hope you get better very soon - like now! But in the meantime, spicy tuna rice roll??? 😳😳😳 that sounds amazing. If it’s a secret, don’t worry, but recipe please? 😳😳😳

Thank you so much!! I've been drinking so much tea, you have no idea I ain't letting this virus get comfy 😡 ALSO YES OMFG PLEASE ASK ME FOR RECIPES OMFG my weakness I tremble in excitement because I love sharing recipes JFJADSJF

Okay so ommg for the spicy tuna roll you will need (it makes between 2 or 3 rolls depending on how thick you fill it):

1 can of natural tuna

1 coffee cup of sushi rice

Buldak hot sauce (but I'm sure you can use your favourite hot sauce of choice as well, I've only been making it with the buldak one though)

mayonnaise

salt & pepper to taste

sushi nori sheets (leaves? idk how to say that lol)

some sesame oil to "close" the roll

Utensils:

spoons for mixing

bowls for mixing

your rice cooking method of choice (for me and my no-rice-cooker-owning butt, it is a good old stainless steel pot rip)

a bamboo sushi mat for rolling (for alternatives please tell me in the comments, I bought like a 2€ sushi bamboo mat so I never really thought about alternatives before jsjjs)

a cutting board

a very sharp knife

plate for serving (or like a tupperware container if you wanna take it somewhere)

How to make:

Cook the rice until it is done and yummy

Let the rice cool as you prepare the tuna

Drain the tuna and then put it into a bowl

Mix it with the mayo, hot sauce, salt & pepper until it tastes yummy to you (hahah listen I'm so bad with correct measurements because I'm such a "it has to taste yummy, you'll get there eventually just cook with your heart" kinda cook)

The end consistency of the tuna should be nice and creamy with a good amount of spice and savouriness (that's a word now, okay?)

Then you can either start assembling the roll by laying out a nori sheet on a bamboo mat & spreading the rice on it so it looks like this & then on top of the rice spread the creamy tuna & roll it up

Or of you wanna do it like me and assure an even more mixed tuna to rice ratio -> mix the tuna with the rice before assembling, so it becomes one yummy goodness. Then assemble the roll so it looks like on the picture. Once the rice is spread evenly, start rolling

Begin rolling from the part closer to you -> meaning: roll upwards to the part where more nori sheet is visible

Once the rolling is finished (no matter which option you went with), you can put a thin layer of sesame oil on the end of the nori sheet so it sticks to itself and therefore the roll doesn't open again

Wet a very sharp!! knife with a little sesame oil and very gently!!! cut the tuna roll into bite sized sushi pieces. The knife should practically glide through the roll, so seriously make sure that the blade is sharp (and be careful not to cut yourself <3)

Plate it prettily and enjoy <3

Lazy version (which I never tried up until now but can see myself making if I'm like "nah i just wanna eat")

prepare the rice & tuna like in the recipe above

cut your nori sheet into bite sized pieces

scoop up the tuna-rice-mixture with a nori piece and shove it into your mouth

chew, chew, chew

enjoy hahahah lazy version because sometimes we just wanna eat without working too much

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