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writingwithfolklore · 4 months

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Describing Foods - A Masterlist

As a broke university student, I love reading about food. It’s almost like eating a real meal myself <3.

I get a little angry when characters are eating a meal and I barely get to experience it with them. In that, I mean I don’t just want to know what it is, but what it’s like to eat that food—how it tastes, smells, sounds, and feels. Is a perfect croissant still a perfect croissant without the crack of the exterior, the airiness of the pastry inside, the smell of yeast?

Probably not. When writing about a dish, the smell, texture, technique, taste, and how it looks are all important to painting the experience, so here’s some words to use when describing a meal:

Taste:

Acidic: Sharp tasting. Often used to describe tart or sour foods as well.

Aftertaste: A different taste that remains in the mouth after eating something

Bitter: Tart, sharp, and sometimes harsh flavour.

Bittersweet: Less harsh than bitterness. Tartness + sweetness.

Bland: Has no significant flavor or texture

Briny: Just means salty. Often describes pickled foods.

Citrusy: Bright flavour like… well citrus fruits—oranges, lemons, limes, etc.

Cooling: Mimics that cooling feel—like mint.

Earthy: Reminiscent of soil. Can be used to describe wines, root vegetables, and mushrooms.

Fiery: Another word for spicy.

Fresh: Light and crisp—describes produce or herbs.

Fruity: Sweet and reminiscent of fruit.

Full-bodied: Rich and ‘feels heavy’ in your mouth. Can describe wines or soups.

Herbal: Bright, fresh, sometimes earthy from the presence of herbs

Honeyed: Sweet or candied taste like honey.

Nutty: Taste similar to the flavors of nuts. Often used to describe certain cheeses.

Rich: Full, heavy flavour. Often dishes that contain cream taste rich.

Robust: Rich + Earthy. Used for lots of wines or aged liquor.

Savory: Describes meaty, earthy dishes and soups.

Sharp: Harsh, bitter, or tart taste. Used to describe acidic foods.

Smoky: Reminiscent of the smell of smoke.

Sour: Biting, tangy, tart flavor.

Spicy: Burning taste.

Sweet: Sugary.

Tangy: Tart, biting taste—feels tingly

Tart: Sharp, bitter, or sour flavour. Used to describe acidic foods.

Woody: Earthy, sometimes nutty taste. Describes some coffees or cheeses.

Yeasty: Earthy taste reminiscent of yeast. Describes beer and bread.

Zesty: Fresh, vivid, or invigorating flavour.

Sound/Texture:

Sound has a lot to do with texture, so I've combined them for this section!

Airy: Light, pillowy texture (think inside of croissant)

Brittle: Hard but easy to break

Bubbly: Usually during heating, when bubbles rise to the surface—low sound.

Buttery: Smooth, creamy texture (think certain pasta sauces)

Chewy: Food that needs to be chewed thoroughly. Can be light and bouncy (chewy bread) or heavy (steak) and sticky (candy)

Creamy: A smooth and rich texture, comes from dairy.

Crispy: Light texture with slight crunch.

Crumbly: Food with loose structure that falls apart into crumbs.

Crunchy: Firm, crisp texture with a sharp, loud noise.

Crusty (behave): Food with a hard outer layer and soft interior (many loaves and breads)

Delicate: Light and fine, feels like it can come apart easily.

Doughy: Soft and heavy, usually pale colouring.

Fizzy: Usually liquids—a hissing sound, feels like ‘static’

Flaky: Light, characterized by layers that come apart during eating.

Fluffy: light and airy.

Frothy/Foamy: Airy bubbles, usually in a drink like a latte.

Gamey: Usually refers to meats when they’re very “meaty”

Gooey: Viscous, sometimes sticky texture from moisture in a dense/solid food.

Hearty: Firm, robust texture.

Juicy: Tender and succulent texture from liquid in a solid food (steak)

Molten: Hot, gooey

Oily: Slick, heavy, lingers on the tongue.

Silky: Fine, smooth texture that feels sleek.

Smooth: Texture free of grit, lumps, or edges.

Snap: A quick, sharp, crackling sound when broken.

Squelch: A soft sucking sound when pressure is applied. Somewhat gross.

Sticky: Gluiness in the mouth.

Succulent: Tender and juicy

Tender: Soft and easy to break down

Velvety: Smooth and rich

Smell:

Acrid: Strong, bitter, unpleasant

Comforting: pleasant, probably calls back to a nice memory

Damp: Wet smelling—probably a bit earthy

Delicate: subtle, faint, not overpowering

Earthy: reminiscent of soil

Fetid: Caused by decay—unpleasant

Fishy: reminiscent of fish

Floral/flowery: Reminiscent of flowers

Fragrant: Sweet or pleasing

Fresh: Cool, crisp, refreshing—produce, probably not cooked

Funky: Something’s gone off

Heady: Strong smell, pungent, rich

Musty: Not fresh

Perfumed: Pleasant, reminiscent of something (can be perfumed with citrus, say)

Piquant: stinging, pungent—tickles the nose

Powerful: strong

Rancid: Definitely gone off, decomposing

Ripe: Strong, usually unpleasant smell

Savory: spicy, salty, no elements of sweetness

Sour: has gone off

Spicy: Sharp, tingles the nose

Tangy: Strong and bitter but in a good way

Tart: Sharp

Woody: earthy smell, reminiscent of wood

Sight:

Usually texture gives us a really good picture of what a food looks like, so here’s some non-texture sight additions:

Blistered: Bumpy exterior.

Caramelized: Usually golden brown

Cloudy: Splotched. Almost see through if not for a slight white or grey mist.

Colourful: Bright and vibrant

Glassy: Resembling glass

Glossy: Smooth, shiny

Marbled: Two colours intertwined

Opaque: Not transparent. Can’t see through.

Ripe: Colourful (can be to a fault). Nearing the end of its edible state.

Scaly: Covered in scales, fish.

Shiny: Appears wet or glossy

Sparkling: Glimmers under the light

Stuffed: An ingredient placed inside a larger part with no additional space.

Translucent: Allows light through

Vibrant: Striking, bright

Food Prep:

How the food is prepared gives it these other attributes. If your character is familiar with cooking (or is the cook themselves!) they may describe food this way.

Baked: Cooked in an oven. Results in browned or crispy outer layer.

Blackened: When food is dipped in butter and coated with spices then cooked in a hot pan—spices darken, making it appear ‘blackened’

Blanched: Food scalded in boiling water and moved to cold water so it stops cooking. Texture comes out soft.

Braised: Food that is briefly fried in fat and then stewed in a pot. Results in seared, crispy exterior with a tender interior.

Breaded: Coated with breadcrumbs/batter then baked or fried so it turns crispy

Broiled: Food cooked with intense radiant heat in an oven or on the grill. Results in a darkened appearance and crispy texture.

Caramelized: Food slow-cooked until it’s browned, nutty, and has a bit of sweetness.

Charred: Grilled, roasted, or broiled and gains a blackened exterior and smoky flavor.

Fermented: Food that’s sat with bacteria, yeast, or another microorganism and has produced acids, alcohols, or gases. Results in a biting, pungent flavor. (Kimchi is fermented)

Fried: Food cooked by submerging in hot oil. Creates crispy, crunchy texture and golden colour.

Glazed: Food with a coating brushed onto its surface. Appears glossy with a thin, flavorful, and crisp outer layer.

Infused: Food steeped in liquid with another ingredient so it carries the essence of that ingredient. Used with herbs usually.

Marinated: Usually meat soaked in liquid containing flavourful herbs, spices, vinegar, or oil.

Poached: Food cooked in near boiling water. Results in tender, moist texture.

Roasted: Food cooked with dry heat in an oven or over the fire. Results in browned exterior and crisp coating.

Sautéed: Food cooked quickly in small amount of fat.

Seared: Food cooked in small amount of fat until caramelized. Finished by roasting or grilling. Results in crisp exterior and tender interior.

Smoked: Food exposed to smoke from smoldering wood for a long time. Results in that distinctive smoky flavor.

Whipped: Food beaten to incorporate air. Light and fluffy.

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pwurrz · 2 years

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dottie’s and oreo’s babies are sick with some kind of kitten illness that’s going around and it spread to the cheese babies (not cheesie’s babies, just a group of babies all named after cheese) so they’re in sick baby jail (the observation room)

the only one not effected from that group is lime.. for some reason? she’s just fine and was following me around from the top of the walls and meowing at me.

#also bat and another one of the black kittens got it too but idk who their mother was #it’s ok it’s not like a serious illness they probably just have a cold or something #you know how babies are. always getting the sniffles and that #i chose names for oreo’s babies because they were named colours #but they didn’t use them which is dumb :(#i named them all after animal crossing characters but they kept lime’s name and changed the others to lemon and grapefruit

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mitsies · 8 months

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❊ shootin' hoops! - childe . . ajax can't get enough of you. meanwhile, you've definetely had it with him.

ajax is 19 when he falls in love with you.

he meets you in his second year of college, in a stupid, annoying, lame sociology class which he's only in because it's a requirement to his major. why else would he be in a dank room at 8 in the morning? oh, he hates it. the class is slow-paced. his professor is even slower. an old, little man. ajax bets that he could bench his weight. and maybe a little more than that, too, without breaking a sweat.

the class sucks, and it's not even hard, and he would probably skip every single one and pass with a hundred and ten percent. and he really, really considers this course of action, too. until, he sees you in the back of the classroom. he doesn't think he's seen you before. he'd remember if he did.

wow, you look pretty. wow, you're cool. and wow, maybe he'll stick around for the lecture tomorrow after all. ajax grins to himself. and maybe he'll bench his professor, too, if you'd think that was cool. would that make him look strong, and show off his muscles? then he might really try.

after the class lets out (which takes light years, he's convinced) he makes a beeline to where you're packing up your notebook and stationary. "lame class, huh?"

you turn at his words, eyes wide as you take him in. ajax smiles with his teeth, and he can imagine all the girls and guys in the class swooning, he can practically hear their thoughts; 'oh, who's that cute guy? his dimples are so adorable! oh, wow, i should ask his number. he looks like he would be the star player of our college's basketball team! so muscular, and cool!'

and if they're all thinking that, oh, he can't even conceptualise what you must be thinking. he feels butterflies, and a little dizzy, and a lot anxious— but in a cool way, of course— when you open your mouth to respond.

"i thought it was cool, actually."

he's breathless for a second because wow, woah, oh god, your voice is just as nice— no, it's better, than he'd imagined it. and then he registers what you'd just said and it takes everything in him to stay composed as his brain short-circuits looking for something to say in response. so-long to his ingenious plan of bonding over mutual hatred of your professor. hm. he's kind of backed himself in a corner. oh, well, it seems like he'll have to rely on his massive charm to get him through to you. not a problem!

"really? you've got awful taste."

your face sours. his heart thunders— oh, you're so, so cute. he likes it when you look at him like that. actually, he likes it when you look at him in general. he likes the way your eyes crinkle at the corners when you're irritated. the way you look like you've tasted something bitter makes him think— would your lips taste sour, too? like lemons, and limes? like biting into a cardamom pod?

before he can think about it too much, you speak again, and he's entranced— again. "just my thoughts."

"well clearly, you don't think much."

you blink at him. your eyelashes frame your eyes so nicely, too. he wonders if there's a colour that encapsulates the shade of them. ajax thinks that your eyes are like the rest of you— indescribable. and then you scoff, and walk away with your bag slung over a shoulder, and he can't wait to see you tomorrow.

three weeks go by. ajax doesn't think he could be more in love.

he's showed up to sociology every single day, just for the sake of seeing you. lighting up like a match the second you show up in the doorframe, and going out in a similar fashion once you're gone. he relishes every single second in your company. he carves every half-smile and every grimace, and every time you purse your lips in confusion and every time you nod along to the professor when you understand. oh, he's in love. and it's bad. it's so bad.

"don't tell me you're actually doing the extra credit work," he says, staring at open laptop on your desk. it's work time, and while ajax could hypothetically leave, you're staying, so he's staying too.

you glance up at him. lord knows how you've put up with him for so long. he's annoying, he's bothersome, he does not leave you alone, not for a second. the only time he sees you is sociology so he's got to make the most of it. "i've got nothing better to do, ajax."

oh, he loves, loves, loves it when he says your name. it might be his favourite sound in the world. "you could leave. it's a free class."

you raise a brow— "you could leave too."

"i could. but what'd you do without me?"

you laugh the littlest bit, and he feels a dozen times lighter. maybe your laugh is actually his favourite sound, he can't decide. "probably be a lot more productive."

he likes what you have. he likes this friendship-ish kind of thing. he likes that you only hate him sometimes, and that you can stand to be around him other times. that's not to say he's satisfied. oh, not even close. 3 weeks were enough for ajax to imagine it— a lifetime. he imagines holding your hand at graduation. and he imagines movie nights turned sleepovers, and he imagines what colours you'd choose for the bedsheets of your first house together. he imagines lists of names. he imagines forever. but this is a good start. you're 50-50 now, he's just got to work on that hundred percent.

and, in his opinion, 3 weeks is a long, long time. that's 7 whole days of 24 whole hours. and only god knows how many minutes are in those hours. way too many, he thinks. he's smart enough to know that good things take time, but he doesn't think that he can be only your classmate-sometimes-friend for any longer. he wants more. needs it.

you speak before he can reply, "you really have nothing to be working on?"

he probably does. a lot of business homework, something math related undoubtedly. but that wouldn't take him too long. so he opens his mouth to say as much when he remembers— he likely wouldn't have time later tonight. oh, but he's already not been doing his work— would it be embarrassing to start now? would you think he's stupid? he's so cool, and he'd hate if you didn't agree. in any other situation, he'd pop open his notebooks and get to work. but you make him all conscious, and nervous, and hot in the face. and how long has it been since you asked? he should probably respond. you stare expectantly and he feels warm all over, maybe almost as hot as he looks. (you'd agree. right? you would.)

"maybe just a few small things," he grins at you, "but i can squeeze them in before my game tonight."

you hum in response. "i forgot there was one tonight. against our rivals, right?"

his heart warms— you remembered who it was against. you might've forgotten about it in general, but you remembered it. that must be a good sign. oh, he's got this in the bag.

"yeah. at 7."

you smile at him. he thinks he might die right there. "well, good luck. i'm sure you'll do great."

he beams at the compliment, heart thundering like a caged bird between his ribs. compliments always meant more from you. he could probably definitely recall every single one you've ever spoken to him, if he tried. (and probably even if he didn't.)

ajax doesn't miss a beat, this time. "i'd probably do a lot better if you were there cheering me on."

he doesn't miss it. he doesn't miss the way your mouth twists a little bit in surprise, because this was really not what you were expecting. and he definitely, doesn't miss the way your eyes slide over to your hands, and your fingers which are suddenly all too fidgety. he's embarrassed you. his boyish grin grows tenfold. "don't tell me i've got you going shy on me."

you roll your eyes in mock annoyance, and he knows you well enough at this point to know you're trying to hide your bashfulness. "oh, you wish."

"you're right. i do."

you freeze. he doesn't think he could hide his joy at your embarrassment even if he wanted to, even if he tried. it's hard for ajax to pinpoint his favourite one of your feelings— he thinks you're cute all the time. he thinks it's funny when you're disgusted, or annoyed. he thinks you're adorable when you're happy, and especially so when you're sleepy. but he's beginning to suspect that he's especially fond of you when you're flustered like this.

the professor speaks. ajax's mood is instantly a little more sour because god, even the man's voice is slow and boring. the free class was officially dismissed, and students were free to go. under any other circumstances, ajax would be happy about this. but he really does have to go. he wishes you could come with him. he wishes you could come with him everywhere, really.

"are you serious?"

your question catches him off guard. you're looking at him again, with those pretty eyes, and you have a familiar expression on— it's one he recognises as confusion. you're confused. he softens, more than he thought possible. it takes everything in him to resist pressing a kiss to the apple of your cheek, the crease of your furrowed brows, the corner of your lip where an unconscious pout makes itself known. and he realises he might've been unclear with his advances. so he meets your eyes and says, "of course i am. i'm serious about you if you are about me, yeah?"

it's some kind of consent, or acknowledgment. that what you both have can and probably will evolve. you're smart enough to know that he knows, and he's smart enough to know that you know. and you nod softly, and smile like flower petals, and he decides he'll never get over you. he'll never need another.

"i'll see if i can go tonight. but if not, i'll text you."

he thinks he's the happiest person alive. he could kiss you right then, right there, but your wrinkly old dustbag of a professor is still in the room and he won't entertain the geezer. "i'll see you."

he doesn't see you until the final quarter of the game, but you've been there the whole time.

his team is winning, of course, because they have him, but he's been out of it all game. any moment he can, he's scanning the stands with a watchful eye. it's one of the biggest games of the season. he knows he should be laser-focused, but he's not and it's all your fault. there must be hundreds of faces pressed together and he can't seem to find yours. until he does.

you're closer to the ground than he thought you'd be. hiding in plain sight. and when he sees you, he swears he might start floating. there are flowers in his chest, blooming an ache deep inside. something so disgustingly sweet, so addictingly sickening is awoken at the sight of you in his team's colour. he thinks you'd look beautiful in his spare jersey. he smiles, and it's all teeth. a vicious kind of adrenaline fills him as the next play is called to begin. he thinks he'll give it to you after he wins.

and wins he does. with flying colours, really— the other team didn't really stand a chance to begin with, not as soon as he saw you there cheering him on. his teammates flock to him like sheep, piling on him and shouting things he can't really hear over the general public's applause of the home team's victory. and everything is happening; his coach is slapping his back, his teammate is dragging him somewhere, someone's handing him water, people are screaming his name, yelling about his winning shot, and all he hears is his breathing, and all he sees is you, standing with your hands clasped and lips pressed together in a smile. all he sees is you, so you're the first person he runs to.

since you're in the first stand to the bottom, it's easy for him to clear the guard rail and get to your side. someone in the background shouts his name. he doesn't care. the people who were previously next to you are shoved aside— he doesn't care at all. he's right there with you.

"you came," his breath comes raspy, dry. "you came to see me."

you shrug nervously, "i guess i did."

so he kisses you. ajax is 19 when he falls in love, for the first and last time. ajax is 19 when he kisses you, and he's young, and he's stupid, and he will never regret this, not ever, not when you kiss him back almost instantly, pulling him close by his jersey. it feels so right, it feels too real to be true. he's got to be dreaming. any second now, he expects his daft old professor's voice to scold him for falling asleep during a lecture. but the voice never comes, and you really do taste like lemons and spice, and he hears phone cameras clicking and cheering grow tenfold and he doesn't care because he gets to kiss you.

at some point, you break away. your face is red-hot and he can feel the warm blood flooding your cheeks with how close your faces remain. he ikes it when your lips are swollen because of his. he likes it when your eyes are fixed on him. he likes you. he thinks he was doomed to like you from the start.

when the background finally fades back in, he sees his teammates cheering and ooh-ing like stupid junior high boys. you seem a little disoriented, so he laughs and pulls you away from the stands, helping you climb down the safety rail with a hand in yours and another on the small of your back.

ajax hates his sociology class. he hates the lectures, his professor, the subject— but something good came of it. because he really loves you. with your cardamom tongue and smile lines, and the crease of your eyebrows when you're annoyed, and all of it, and more. he loves you the most. more than anything.

flowers chosen: small sunflower & pink camellia . . adoration & longing for you

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callsign-joyride · 2 months

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Slice of Your Pie - Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob moves into your neighborhood and you bake him a pie as a welcome gift. He comes over to thank you for it, and doesn't end up leaving your house until morning.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader

Content warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fingering, grinding, unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control), fluff

The nieghborhood that you lived in was small enough that you always knew when someone was moving in. You were enjoying your coffee on your porch when you saw a few trucks pull into the recently sold house right nextdoor. A few people stepped out of the first car, and some good looking guys got out of the moving trucks. You tried to subtly watch as they unloaded things into the house before walking down your driveway to get the mail. As you were checking the stack for anything that might’ve been junk mail, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m Bob. My friends are helping me move in, but I wanted to introduce myself before you went back inside,” he said. You smiled and introduced yourself, tucking the mail under one of your arms to shake his hand. You learned that he was in the Navy, and that he loved Star Wars. That fact made you smile, since your pajamas were currently a Princess Leia shirt and athletic shorts.

“Hurry up, Bob! This couch isn’t gonna unload itself!” Someone yelled.

“That’s Coyote. I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you.”

“Wait, Bob, do you like pie? I can make you one if you want.”

“Sure! Key lime is my favorite.”

“That’s perfect. I have a lime tree in my backyard. Oh, and my lemon tree occasionally hangs over your property so feel free to pick a few lemons whenever.”

“Thanks! I have a really good lemonade recipe so I might have to take you up on that.”

You went back inside and looked at the recipe in your grandmother’s cookbook and realized that you didn’t have the right limes for the pie. Getting them was easy, though, it just took a trip to the grocery store. The good thing was that it was a Saturday, so you had the day off from running your family’s business. It was a bookstore and cafe, and all of the pastries came from your grandmother’s cookbook. There had been talks of turning it into a bar at night, but that was going to be a long process.

Making the pie only took about forty minutes, but you had to let it cool in the fridge for at least a few hours. All of the moving trucks were gone, now replaced with a few cars in the driveway. You could hear laughter coming from the backyard, and it made you happy, because the last neighbors were close to the end of their lives and didn’t have guests over very often.

You were able to drop the pie off at around 6, and Bob had mentioned that everyone was getting ready to eat and that it would be the perfect desert. He even invited you to join the cookout, but you had already ordered a pizza and the delivery driver was on their way. You exchanged numbers before you went back to your house so that you could keep talking. Once you had disappeared from ear shot, Fanboy started talking about how hot he thought you were.

“Don’t make it weird. She probably has a boyfriend or something,” Bob said.

“I don’t think so. She spent her day making you a pie. A day that she could’ve spent with her boyfriend, might I add,” Phoenix said.

“But that’s the neighborly thing to do. Bring the new neighbor a pie or casserole. My mom always did it for our neighbors.”

“Most people aren’t working on Saturdays. I’m just saying that if I didn’t have to work and I had a boyfriend or girlfriend, I’d be spending my day with them. Anyway, let’s try this pie.”

Everyone had a slice of it after they finished with dinner. Even Hangman, who didn’t really like desert to begin with. Rooster thought it was so good that he kept coming back for seconds and thirds, soon passing out on Bob’s couch from all of the food that he ate. Bob waited for mostly everyone to leave before he texted you to see if you were still awake, since it was almost midnight. To his surprise, you responded that you were still awake, and you got too invested in your book so you lost track of time. He was at your door within five minutes, and you had a different set of pajamas on.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for the pie that you made. My friends and I thought it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome! Would you like to come in for a drink? I was just about to pour myself another glass of wine.”

“Sure.”

Bob followed you inside and took his shoes off by the door. You poured him a glass of wine before sitting on the couch and using your phone to play soft music. As you got to know each other more, you discovered that you had a lot in common, and you were both single. The dim lighting of the living room, combined with the wine and music, made the sexual tension stronger. He told a bad joke, but you started laughing anyways. He used that as his moment to gently kiss you.

You were into it right away, pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you started grinding on his hard cock. He broke the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off, and you quickly followed. He put his hands on your tits as you continued to grind on his cock.

“I’d love to continue this, but can we go to your bed? I’ve never really been a fan of having sex on a couch,” he said. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed, continuing to kiss you as he took your shorts and underwear off. He rubbed your clit and started to finger you while you were moaning and writhing underneath him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said.

“It’s all for you. Holy shit, it feels so good,” you moaned.

Once he figured out that you were ready enough for him, he took his shorts off and threw them by the bed.

“I don’t have a-,”

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

“Okay. You ready?”

You nodded and felt him slowly push himself into you. You moaned in pleasure and pulled him down to kiss you as he started thrusting faster. You could tell that he was close as he started rubbing your clit so that you could both release at around the same time. The fire in your stomach was burning hotter until you finally released, and Bob quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach. He rolled over and reached for the box of tissues that you kept by your bed before cleaning both of you up.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded his head, cuddling with you until both of you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning from your alarm going off, Bob was still holding onto you.

“I have to be at work in an hour and a half,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you something to eat or some coffee?”

“No, I usually have my breakfast at work. Thanks for the offer, though. Do you want to shower together?”

Bob nodded his head and followed you to the bathroom. The shower was intimate, but not sexual, something that you enjoyed.

With your bag over your shoulder, you stepped outside of the house and walked to your car.

“I really enjoyed last night. Maybe we could go out on an actual date next time, though,” you said. Bob started blushing, and he stammered out a “yes” while nodding his head. You chuckled and got into your car to go to work. The day went by quickly as you did multiple things around the little bookstore. Not very many customers came in, but it was a Sunday, so people were usually doing other things. You heard the bell of the door ring as someone walked in, so you finished putting copies of Frankenstein on the shelves before heading to the front of the store.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” You asked as you walked to the register. Bob was standing there, smiling.

“I didn’t know that you worked here,” he said as he tried not to laugh.

“I own the place, it’s my family’s business.”

“Oh, nice. I guess I’ll have to come by more often, then.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

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the-s1lly-corner · 25 days

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Master of Me

Not totally sold on the name for the fic maybe I'll change it midway through typing this and forget to take this sentence out haha! Short little fic because TADC is on my mind, probably only going to be slightly longer than my other posts... we will see! Notes: Reader is GN, Gummigoo and the reader are not dating but they are close friends, AU where Gummi was allowed to stay at the circus, comfort fic, limited dialogue, reader doesn't remember anything about their life before joining the circus. like nothing at all. not proof read we die like kaufmo CWs: Gummigoo is still struggling to fully come to terms with the fact that he is just an NPC- really it's just some angst Word count: 1.3k

No one ever said it was going to be easy, and he didn't expect it to be easy. Nor did he expect it to come fast... but he had hoped that within the weeks after joining the circus it would become more bearable. It.. had.. but he wasn't making as much progress as he had hoped. Some days were better than others, where the thought that everything he knew was a lie didn't cross his mind. Other days it hit him hard enough to keep him holed up in bed.

You had been kind enough to share your room with him, Caine had yet to make a room for the new circus member- whether he didn't want to or he couldn't you weren't sure. You tried your best to give the gator some room so he can gather himself on his own time, opting to wander around the circus until it was time to go to bed. Sometimes he would even join you, allowing you to show him the grounds. It was all so different from what he knew in the desert, though... those were all false memories too, weren't they?

Today had been one of those days, that left him too shaken to get up and join the others during the day's adventure. You told the others to go along without you. Everyone but Zooble left, but it's not like they were going to step in to help you pull Gummigoo out of his mind- though they did surprise you by showing some level of support through the form of wishing you luck.

He didn't have the key to your room, so he couldn't lock himself in. Not that he would if he could- he was grateful that you had given him the space, but he would feel terrible for taking it a step too far.

The lights were dimmed, you could just barely see his form sat at the edge of your bed. You noted how the lights looked against the material of his body. If you squinted, you could see small specks of sugar within his lemon lime body. He had noticed you, but didn't say much aside from a short apology- did you need something? Was he in the way? He was about to get up before you stopped him and sat next to him.

"What's going on with you," You asked, though as soon as the words had left your mouth you felt stupid for asking. You knew exactly what was going on, sure you may not know what set him off in particular or what part he's focusing on... but you still knew enough. You watched his white eyes narrow at the floor, as if it was the most interesting thing to him. He sighed after a moment, and lifted his head to stare at you. He was missing his mother today, or at least his idea of her.

"Nothing really happened, did it?" He muttered, referencing everything he could gather from his memories. That seemed to only make things worse, though, seeing as they were all so... limited. Artificial. False. "Oh god, none of it happened, did it?" He added after a few more struggled words clawed their way through his teeth. You sucked on your teeth as you tried to find the right words to say. For a terrifying moment you wondered if NPCs would abstract- what if you said the wrong thing and triggered it?

The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

"It was real to you, wasn't it?"

Silence, and he whipped his head to stare at you before pulling his eyes back down.

"It may not have been... real... but they're still your memories, it's still... who you were originally meant to be- you know?" You added, but that didn't seem to help. "I wasn't supposed to find out, I know that much," He said lowly. He sounded angry, but it didn't sound like it directed at you exactly.

Suddenly he looked at you, with enough speed and intensity to make you jump just a bit and scoot back to avoid his snout. "But you don't remember anything from before you came to this... place.."

You only nodded, when you had joined the circus you actually remembered less than the other members- you didn't even remember putting on the headset that brought you here. To you, it was like you simply spawned into existence. You remembered how terrifying that was, how you seemingly came to and had to build everything up with what you were given.

"Just like you... kind of..." You whispered, and with a look he urged you to continue. "You don't remember much of anything from before you... tried to steal the syrup. You hit a.. block.. when you try to remember anything before that. You had... nothing, not to sound like what's happening to you doesn't matter any less.." You trailed off, then attempted to regain yourself. "You..." but your words failed.

"How did you make it work, didn't you ever want to return back to what you had before.. Before.." He stopped. "I almost want to go back, wouldn't that be easier?" He stared down at his hands, a habit you noticed that he picked up. He bunched his fingers together before relaxing them, before tensing them again.

"It was hard at first, for me too.. but," You chewed your tongue. It felt like it was plastic. "I got to make new memories," You managed to spit out. Gummigoo went silent, looking you in the eyes for a long moment before seeming to understand.

"You can't change what's happening, what's.. happened.. or what you were before- regardless of if it actually happened. You're in control now, and you're free to make your own choices now!" You offered a half smiling, hoping you had said the right thing. "It's not exactly like what I went through, I'm not from the digital world, and you are.. but, we were both new to this at some point,"

Quiet.

Then he laughed. He actually laughed, albeit weakly and airily. He shook his head lightly, tugging his hat down before taking a deep breath through his nose. "You're not wrong about that, (Reader)," He let his body relax. He was far from okay, but he was seeming to even out now.

He looked at you again, once more in the eyes. You forced yourself to maintain the contact, before he pulled his face away. His eyes scanned over the room, taking in everything they could see. "I'm in control now, am I?" He said to himself, his hand relaxing as he spoke. He lowered his head a little, before his mouth stretched into a smile. "If I'm going to carve my own path, I'm glad that you've given me the tools," He flicked a glance to you, "I'd be happy if you stuck around,"

You only smiled, before nodding. "Bit hard, since you've stolen my bed! We're stuck together already!"

You pulled another laugh out of him, this time it was a little stronger. "I can't argue with that, I do get rather sticky do I?" He smirked. "You don't have a choice of helping me, if you even think of stepping away I'm going to glue you to me," He joked. He was returning to his usual self, slowly.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," You shot back earning a third laugh.

You could hear the sounds of the rest of the circus returning from their adventure. Had you both been talking for that long? Had that much time passed. You looked to Gummigoo, it didn't feel right leaving him here alone after the conversation you had just had together... so you had decided to stay.

At least for now, for as long as he needed you to stick around.

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #tadc x you #tadc imagine #the amazing digital circus x you #the amazing digital circus imagine #digital circus x you #digital circus imagine #gummigoo x reader #gummigoo x you #gummigoo imagine #gummygoo x reader #gummygood x you #gummygoo imagine

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thevirginwitch · 2 months

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Hey, I don't know if you've already done something like this, but could you do a spell to banish a crush? I like this guy, but I don't want to.

Hello hello!

Crushes can be hard - I empathize with you completely.

INSPIRATION FOR BANISHING CRUSHES SPELL

For banishing a crush, here are a few correspondences you can use when crafting a spell of your own:

lemon or lime (juice, slices - whatever you have!)

vinegar

carrot

vervain

thorns (especially if they're from red roses)

pistachio shells

red/pink/black colors/candles

Now, in terms of crafting your own spell... if it were me, I would probably do something like this (please note I haven't actually tried this spell, this is just some brainstorming on what you could try):

prepare your spell space how you normally would (for me, it usually involves lighting incense and/or candles and meditating for a while)

write your crushes' initials, zodiac sign, and any other info you have onto pistachio shells

crush the pistachio shells in a mortar & pestle or whatever you have on-hand

sprinkle the pistachio pieces into a jar of vinegar and lime/lemon juice

place a few lemon seeds and thorns in the jar as well

you may also draw a heart, or some other symbol of romantic love and destroy it in some way - ripping it up, maybe - and place it in the jar as well.

seal up the jar and put it in a drawer somewhere to forget about it. once you feel like the spell is finished (meaning your crush has diminished), you can dispose of the bottle by chucking it in the trash entirely or just throwing away the contents of the jar, and then cleaning/re-purposing the jar itself.

This is something super simple - but obviously you can tweak this however you want, or do something else entirely.

Thanks so much for the ask - this one was fun to come up with!

#thevirginwitch #witchcraft #witch #witchblr #witchy #witches of tumblr #pagan #spell #spells #love spell #alicerendale #thevirginwitch answers #magic #banishment

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forestdeath1 · 3 months

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Sour

@prongsfoot-microfic

James is sitting on the sofa opposite Remus, completely engrossed in a book. Sirius is propped against his shoulder, idly twirling a lock of his hair and fidgeting with his right foot. Remus is doing his best not to glance at Sirius. It's challenging because Sirius always seems to be the centre of attention in this bloody castle. And that's normal. Perfectly normal.

"Enough with the reading, is there anything you don't already know?" Sirius's tired voice reaches Remus, directed at James.

"I'm trying to find a way to...," James abruptly stops, catching sight of Marlene sitting next to Remus. He clears his throat and continues, "Figure out how to ace the Transfiguration test better than anyone."

"Oh, spare us," Marlene mutters, not bothering to remove the quill from her mouth or look up. "Everyone knows if you lot are hitting the books, it's only to concoct some scheme," she then turns to Remus. "Remus, have you finished? Could you take a look at mine?"

Remus takes her parchment with the Transfiguration essay on it and hands her his. They've got into the habit of helping each other with their essays this year, since Sirius and James have been too wrapped up in their own brilliance and often disregarded his requests.

"What's got you so engrossed?" Sirius leans over to James, flipping the book cover. "Ah. Well, carry on then," he says with a slight smile and lets go of the book, then gives James an approving pat on the chest and suddenly halts, scrutinizing James as if he's a dog that's caught a scent.

Remus looks away, trying to focus on Marlene's essay.

"Where were you today?" Sirius inquires.

Even Marlene looks up at that question.

"What?" James appears puzzled as he looks at Sirius.

"You smell like something sour, lemony. As if you've been swimming in lemons."

"Lemons? What lemons?" James is clearly bewildered.

Ever since he became an animagus, Sirius has had an acute sense of smell. Suddenly, he can detect the scent of perfume of someone who was in the room ten minutes ago, or identify what Peter has brought back to the dorm from the kitchen before even opening it.

"Sour ones, obviously," Sirius leans in closer to James's cheek, sniffing. Then he quickly licks it from bottom to top and immediately claims, "Lemons. Your cheek tastes of lemons. Have you been out with Katie, you muppet?"

Remus blinks in surprise. James laughs, throwing his head back.

"Why Katie?" he asks amidst his laughter, with Sirius still intently looking at him for an answer.

"She's got that lemon-flavoured lip balm."

"What a nightmare."

"Indeed," Sirius concurs.

"Probably just the potion fumes. Lime juice was in today's brew," James shrugs.

"Okay," Sirius immediately loses interest and turns away. James puts the book aside and grabs Sirius by the neck, pulling him close while he tries to squirm free.

"Not a fan of lemons then?" James teases, pulling Sirius's head towards him and leaning in, attempting to press his cheek against Sirius's lips and nose.

"Get off, James, have a wash first," Sirius breaks free, trying to push James's face away with his left hand while attempting to escape his grip with his right. "You smell like Dumbledore."

"That didn't stop you from licking me," James chuckles, keeping a firm hold on Sirius.

"It was a scientific experiment, you idiot! You're going to strangle me!"

Marlene looks at Remus, raising an eyebrow, and whispers:

"What's with them?"

Remus just shrugs and says, "It's normal."

Lately, this has become the new normal, and it looks like the whole school will have to get used to James and Sirius showing affection in new ways, including Sirius casually licking James's cheek as part of a "scientific experiment".

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #james and sirius #sirius black #james potter

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baddiewiththebook · 5 months

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ONE OF THEM [PART 4]

-> Dating your best friend Eddie Munson might have been pictured differently in your head. Despite a blissful weekend, you’re met with a few bumps in the road; and, your friends slowly figure out that what you're doing in private crosses the boundaries between friend and lover.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, secret relationship, angst

-> warnings - strong language and suggestive scenes [no smut]

[Part 4] [Part 5 - Coming Soon]

This is a sequel to One of the Boys

-> <-

“Do you think he has plans for that asparagus, or does he just need a friend?” Eddie’s head is tilted just to the right, while he studies the man across the aisles.

You plop five plump potato’s into a plastic sack provided by the grocery store, and hum a soft tune to yourself. Ignoring Eddie, you take the sack and drop it down onto the metal scale to imagine the price point.

When you move, however, Eddie is frozen in time. His eyes move past the displays of fresh lemons and limes, and over the apples and pears. A man is scratching his finger over the Saran Wrap tucking a set of asparagus in a tight film. Peering through Coke bottle glasses, he pouts his bottom lip and then puts the produce back.

“You’ve been watching him for a while?” You try to sound less irritated than you are. Shopping with Eddie got easier once you asked him to push the cart. In a way, this tethered him to you because he kept his hands busy and off of the shelves where he insisted on touching everything.

Eddie doesn’t mean any harm, after all he is just looking. Suppose he looks for a bit too long and he’s a bit distracted, then you’ll correct him with a sour sort of ‘come on, Eddie,’ like his uncle Wayne does sometimes. But, his uncle never buys fresh potatoes. Eddie has got no idea what you’ll do with those. When you told him you wanted to make dinner for him tonight, he thought the box of mashed potatoes was fine enough and the steaks in the back of the freezer had only been there a few months - or a year. Who can tell the difference?

You surely can.

When you suggested that he come with you to go to the grocery store, he saw the glee on your face. He can’t say no to you.

There’s something soft about the way you’re touching everything on purpose. You studied those potatoes like the man did with his asparagus, but when you got a little pouty, Eddie’s heart fluttered in his chest.

You’ve got one hand on the cart, so to him you feel connected even if you’re not holding onto each other. Guiding him in the right direction down the isle, he'll never get lost as long as you're there with him.

Eddie is damn near snoozing by the end of the laundry list of grocery items. There is only six, but that's six too many. You offer to buy him something sweet in exchange for his patience with you.

“Did you want to go to the little bakery? They’ve probably got chocolate cake or cookies,” you wiggle at the end of the cart.

Eddie straightens his back at this.

“Sure, but no chocolate,” he shakes his head. “I don’t like that stuff.”

“You don’t like chocolate,” you’re more taken aback than he imagined you might be. “But, what about the chocolate cake I made you for your birthday two years ago, and the cupcakes I made for your birthday this year! You said they were the best. I even kept the recipe!”

“Sweetheart,” he catches up to you, so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders. “How could I possibly tell you that I didn’t like chocolate when you’d spend all day baking for me? Hm? I really did appreciate the gesture. You know- among the thick layers of goo- oof!”

You’ve elbowed him in the side. Rightfully so! Smiling into the case of donuts, you make a beeline for the grinning worker behind the counter.

“Can I get a loaf of- erm, that one,” you’re not sure how to pronounce the name.

Eddie’s gone when you spin around with your bread loaf. Eyeing the treats, he aims for a small cherry pie. He pulls his hand back and shakes his head. Your boyfriend flicks his hair behind his ears because as much as he likes his hair, he does get hot sometimes. Boyfriend.

Eddie Munson is your boyfriend.

Have you said that out loud yet?

“The bread,” you announce like he’s memorized dinner plans.

Eddie shocks you, “steak next, right?”

Aisles of produce pass you by like time ticking on a clock. You’ve gotten everything on your list by now that Eddie clutches in your hand. Time wastes on because you don’t want to go home quite yet. You’re in control of the cart, and Eddie’s bounding between aisles to show you something ‘cool’ he’s found.

The cart slowly is taken over by snacks you haven’t planned to spend money on, but you do anyway because Eddie’s joy means more to you than a dollar.

Eddie pops a rope candy in his mouth, while you organize the cashier belt in line.

“Don’t forget the bags,” Eddie pulls some plastic bags from the bottom of the cart that you keep in your house. You reuse them as long as possible, and Eddie finds this endearing.

“Thanks,” you put them in the front of the groceries already stacked on the belt.

Eddie tosses a wrapped piece of chocolate onto the belt you hadn’t seen him grab from the shelves.

“I thought of you,” he taps the wrapper, before the belt sweeps the sweet away. “It’s got caramel. Your favorite, right?”

"It is," you sigh completely defeated that he knows more about you than you about him.

"My favorite is cherry," he swings the licorice in the air.

“Sir,” the cashier’s lips thin. “You’re paying for that, right?”

Eddie’s chewed through the whole package of candy by now, and humorously he’d like to imply that he’s not. But with you in mind, he hands the woman the wrapper without fuss. You wrap onto his arm like a child, and he places another kiss to the top of your head.

You’re paying for the grocery run today, but Eddie promises that the next time you’re shopping together that he will pay. The conversation floats past your ears because you’re just thrilled there will come a next time.

The van is waiting for you in the parking lot, where Eddie tosses you the keys to unlock the doors. He’s busy rummaging through the back trying not to rattle his band equipment, but he does use the inside of the drums to steady the dozen eggs.

“Are you buckled?” Eddie climbs into the drivers side.

You’re set in the passenger seat with the chocolate that Eddie bought for you. Using his thumb, he swipes at your chin where you’ve smeared melted chocolate on by accident.

“I’m buckled,” you tighten the seatbelt. “Do you want a bite?”

“No, but could you hand me the hamburger back there?”

You scrunch your nose. “How long has that been there?”

“Eh.. like a couple days?”

“Eddie!”

Laughter fills the corners of the van like a harmonious song. Well tuned - perfectly pitched.

-> <-

Eddie is an awful cook.

Finding your attention drawn onto the sharp knife in your hand, slicing potatoes into chunks, you’re not watching Eddie scrambling behind you. He’s got two spoons in his hands, but he scratches his head at what for. It isn’t until you’re gasping at the blackened smoke coming from the stove.

Flipping the carrots around in the pan, Eddie’s apologizing over and over. You reassure that the carrots still could be edible, but judging by the blackened bottoms, you both know well-enough to toss them.

You’re putting the potatoes into the hot water, only burning the tips of your fingers.

Eddie’s in control - er, sort of - cutting up new carrots. Following along what you did earlier, you bite your tongue at the massive pinches of black pepper and salt he’s added. Tablespoon or teaspoon? He’s got no clue!

“I’ll keep an eye out this time,” he holds a staring contest with the searing hot pan that’s still a bit too hot for the carrots.

You turn the burner down, and flick the carrots around until the smoke clears. Eddie groans, and takes over because he doesn’t like being micromanaged. It’s all in good fun, though. He does find being in the kitchen with you quite homey.

Homey.

Eddie’s never had that feeling before. Last time he’s felt at home, no offense to Wayne, was when his mom found him hidden in the cupboards of their little house. Sure, life wasn’t perfect for the Munsons, but his mom always kept the court dates and the legal shit out of his eye the best she could.

When she died, a part of Eddie had too. He misses the warm hugs and kisses, the way she lets him lick the spoon when she makes cookies from the tube.

But, alas, if his life was perfect then he wouldn’t be here with you. Eddie finds himself feeling pretty perfect anyway because you’re there. You’re humming a tune to yourself, as you twist the timer to twenty minutes. Old and barely alive, the timer clicks on like a mighty oak.

“Twenty minutes until the potatoes are done,” you swirl around to Eddie. He knows the sigh coming from your mouth is less about the exhaustion from cooking, as it is dealing with him in the kitchen. “What should we do while we wait?”

Eddie places his hands on your cheeks, and brings you into his chest. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. Beating rhythms of your hearts pump between you two. You’ve got your ear to his breast imagining what’s dancing around in there.

Unintentionally, Eddie flicks the backing of your bra. A flame ignites inside you. Did he notice? Did he mean too?

Are you even prepared if the night falls that way?

You’re a bundle of nerves knowing that when that moment drops, and the both of you find yourself even closer than you are now that nothing could be the same. Going back isn’t an option. Swirling stars cloud your vision, as your breathing slows.

Eddie hums when your grip on his back loosens. He sways with you, while you’re drifting farther into your head.

Skies of warm orange and cotton candy coated pinks cloud your eye. Touching a garden of soft spring flowers. Ridges of the stone bridge. A kiss is pressed onto your forehead like a dew drop, raising you from your state of hypnosis.

“You still with me?” Eddie’s voice vibrates through your ears.

“Hm,” you hum. “Should we sit down?”

Eddie guides you to the couch where you’ll stay drifting into your own world with a blanket draped over your lap. You attempt to join him in the kitchen when the timer goes off, but Eddie raises his index finger and says,

“Don’t you dare.”

Then, your boyfriend wrestles with the oven to get the roast from it’s hot cage and plops too much butter into the mash. He winces when he puts the spoon to his lip, and tries to fend off your worry by telling you that the food is just hot.

Eddie sits next to you with two plates of food - one in each hand. He waits a moment for you to sit back up after sinking into the aged sofa, then lands the warm plate in your lap.

You’ve got no idea what you’re watching on the television, but right beside you is all the entertainment you need. Laughing heartily at Eddie’s cross expression, he sticks out his tongue at the well-done carrots.

“Don’t eat them,” he reaches for a glass of water. “They’re really awful.”

You nibble at the end of a carrot, and suck down your outward terror at how salty the vegetable is.

“It’s not that bad.”

They are indeed that bad.

Worse - even.

“You’re cute, but a terrible liar,” he pinches your shoulder.

-> <-

tags: @stardustingold @loves0phelia @ogoc-19 @hellfirenacht @blackholegladiator @alligator-person @eggo-segual @rustboxstarr @harmfulb1tch

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson preference #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 1 year

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Jaune: Alright Viewers, Our contestants have been hard at work Preparing dishes for our judges! First up, Weiss Schnee!

Ruby: *Sitting at a Judge's Bench* Alright Weiss! What did you prepare for us today?

Weiss: I ... I made something?

Weiss's Dish: It's too gross to even look at. A bizarre smell issues forth from this heap. Eating it won't hurt you though ... probably

Ruby: ... Yeah, No I'm not eating That.

Blake: *gags* Is ... Is that Feathers In it?

Weiss: I put Chicken in it!

Yang: Did you put Chicken or A Chicken!?!?

Weiss: ... Is there a Difference?

R_BY: ... 0/10

Yang: I'd give you Negative points, But the scoreboard doesn't go that low.

Weiss: It can't be that terri-

Weiss's Dish: HISSS!

RWBY: AAHHHH!

~WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!~

Jaune: *Visibly disheveled* Alright ... uh ... We'd like to thank our clean up crew for their bravery and sacrifices in taking down ... That Thing ...

Harriet: *Offscreen* Vine! WHY-Y-Y!

Jaune: Miss Weiss has since been Disqualified for the actions of her ... 'Meal' ... Continuing swiftly on, Next up we have Winter Schnee!

Ruby: *Covered in claw marks* A-alright Specialist, what, uh, what've you got.

Winter: *Throws a Chili-Mac MRE with a sunny-side up egg on the table*

Winter: I have this for dinner every night, it is flavorful and has a large amount nutrients and vitamins required for survival.

Blake: *Also Fucked up* I don't think that follows the rules.

Yang: After whatever the Fuck Weiss just made, Do you really care?

Blake: we're still meant to be objective about it. she didn't make it from scratch, so she must be disqualified.

Yang: Fine ...

Ruby: I mean, I'm starving so I'm gonna eat it, even if we can't accept this as a dish.

Winter Schnee has been Disqualified For failing to follow the Rules.

~~~~~

Jaune: And, Last but not Least, Whitney Schnee!

Jaune: *Offscreen* Wait it's Whitley, not Whitney? I though it was three sisters ...

Ruby: Whitley, If you've made something by scratch that's remotely Edible, you win.

Whitley: Well I hope you'll be satisfied then.

Whitley: I have handmade Egg Noodles, Smothered in a hearty Beef-tip gravy, topped with Green Onion, Fresh Grated Parmesan, and a special Lemonade Blend of my own creation.

Ruby: *Drinking the lemonade* Is that Coconut?

Whitley: Yes, it is lemon, lime, water, Coconut milk, and a small pinch of sugar!

Yang: This is fantastic!

Blake: It reminds me of home!

Whitley: And what of the Noodles?

Blake: Well, it smells good!

Ruby: *Taking a bite of it*

Ruby: *Hallelujah~ Hallelujah~*

Ruby: *Tries stealing it* IT'S MINE!

Yang: *Struggling against Ruby* WAIT ME AND BLAKE STILL NEED TO TRY IT!

Blake: *Also trying to take it* Ruby! I haven't eaten all day! Give back!

Whitley: S-So. Is it Good?

Ruby: How much for you to be my personal Chef!

Yang: No! It's to good for you alone!

Whitley: ... So whats the score?

Jaune: *Walking up to Whitley* You know, I wish I had girls fighting over my Noodle and Meat sauce.

Whitley: ... Do you think before you speak? That sounded Rather Crass.

Jaune: Eh. Good job on winning. You should go console your sisters though, they aren't doing to well.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Crying* Why! Why can't I cook! why am I so ba-a-ad!

Winter: *Tears running down her cheeks* Now, Weiss, we must learn to take failure in stride.

Winter: *Internally* When you try your best~ but you don't succeed~

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby shitpost #winter schnee #whitley schnee #harriet bree

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees pls

Well, alright. So Kon’s got a brand-new baby superhero to handle, which means a kid with effectively zero experience at the job but also probably zero capacity to stay out of shit, so that’s gonna be . . . eventful, probably.

This might be karma, he recognizes wryly, tearing open his own drink powder pouch and pouring it into his water to shake up quick. It’s lemon-lime, not orange like Jon’s. He’d rather have a Zesti or something but he’ll take any extra calories he can get right now. He needs more of those than a baseline human does; needs a lot more than Clark does. Clark can get by on a fucking sunbeam, the bastard. Kon needs more, like, the breakfast bar at an Olympian athletes’ orgy.

It’s kinda inconvenient, especially in situations like these. It’s not like he can explain “hey, I have an enhanced metabolism” to the aid workers, and even if he could, he’d feel like an asshole for taking extra rations in an emergency. Anyway, he’s used to being a little hungry. Like–not so much these days, but more than once during his teenagehood, it was an issue. Cadmus knew how much to feed him, but in Hawaii and Metropolis he couldn’t always afford enough to really feel full on, and when he lived with the Kents he never wanted to make them pay for that much food, so . . .

Anyway, it’s not as big a deal these days. Tim and Cassie and Bart make sure he’s hitting his calorie counts, most of the time, and he can swing by the Kents’ just to visit sometimes, and he’s not having any active growth spurts or anything anymore, so–

He just still doesn’t like being hungry, he guesses, even if it’s just a little. But it’s fine; it’s temporary. Whatever’s happening, interdimensionally-speaking–he’ll figure something out.

#trans-ballister-blackheart #wip: mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

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melitheoidevotion · 2 years

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💕Aphrodite's Water 💕

This is a fruit-infused water recipe that I have affectionally coined Aphrodite water because of my personal associations with her and how I use this water. This is my UPG.

This is a simple recipe you probably already make, so why not add it to your magical and devotional routine; its ease of access, easiness to make, and versatility make it a powerful potion, great for spells, or an offering.

How it is Used:

As a potion: tailor the fruits to taste and desired magical & health properties. I drink this to connect with Aphrodite and increase my feelings of beauty, self-love, and increase my libido. I am also actively trying to be healthier and it's a good replacement for unhealthy beverages. I often combine drinking this with self-care and self-love rituals dedicated to Aphrodite. It creates an atmosphere.

As an offering: say a prayer to Aphrodite as you prepare it and offer it to her. I will typically keep this on my altar and pair it with rose quartz and sea shells.

Spells: when using for spells, I especially like to use rose petals as a garnish because I feel like it pleases Aphrodite (and me) but it's optional.

Best used in spells for abundance, fertility, self-love, romantic love, and attraction.

Use it to create a spell jar; in this case, I often add flower petals and herbs. I will often also add incense ashes or essential oils in scents associated with Aphrodite such as sandalwood. Depending on the spell, I may write something on a piece of paper and have it dissolve in the water.

Use it to extinguish spells involving fire: when burning bay leaves, or other ingredients for spells as mentioned above, I will extinguish the fire with this water.

Fruits To Use:

*many fruits/plants can be associated, but not all "infuse" the water well enough for it to taste good if you're drinking it.

Pomegranate: said to be first planted by Aphrodite herself.

Strawberries

Raspberries

Blackberries

Figs

Apples: we all know that famous story

Watermelon

What's needed:

Water

Ice (optional, but recommended if you're drinking it)

Lemon, lime, or oranges

Your choice of fresh or frozen fruit that is associated with love, lust, beauty, or sex

Reusable straw (optional, but recommended if you're drinking it)

Rose petals for garnish (optional)

Instructions:

Mix a generous amount of freshly squeezed lemon, lime, or orange with water as a base. Add your fruit and ice, shake/stir, then done. For some fruit choices, you may have to allow it some time to infuse. I recommend using a straw as citrus can be hard on your teeth if you're drinking it.

#aphrodite #aphrodite deity #goddess #water magic #green witch #kitchen witch #witchy recipes #spells #rituals #self love #self care #self care rituals #helpol #hellenic #pagan #witchcraft #OC

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ask-repeatedreincarnation · 3 months

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(The art is not mine, the lovely fan art is from @spookuzm 💜)

Hii- as you already probably know from my description and name probably, this is a ask blog of my fanfic Repeated Reincarnation! Please ask any questions that your curious about with the fic as I'll answer them myself!

The only character/person I'll accept you asking is me and the MC, aka Palin, as no other character are important.

Unless I add in Palin's future partner, Genesis, but him as a whole is quite the spoilers for the fanfic...

Note :

I am a MINOR, do NOT ask anything 18+, NFSW or anything related to it, I do not want any of these in my blog or any of my fanfics at all. Do not ask anything related to these or I will delete the ask or just plain ignore it.

I will not give detailed answers if it's spoilery to the fanfic, I apologize but I don't like spoiling anything related to Repeated Reincarnation.

I cannot draw, so please don't ask me to, I seriously can't draw at all, if you want me to write something, then simply ask what type of category you'd like. (I mostly do fluff and angst. Again, no smut, lemon or lime) and if you want it short or long in length.

Reminders :

If you want to ask something, please specify the person your talking about. Palin, or the creator?

Please don't be disappointed when I don't give you that much of an answer..I really don't want to spoil the fic.

READ the fanfic first, on wattpad, ao3 or quotev, it does not matter. Just please read the fanfic so you know what to ask and know what the characters personality is.

Again, no smut, 18+, NSFW related asks, this is my third warning.

I do NOT support incest, pedophilia, and whatever the hell some others are, DO NOT ASK ANYTHING RELATED TO THESE EITHER.

Please ask Palin (and me) politely, or at least don't be an asshole. I will most likely ignore your ask.

I am a real person behind this screen, do not forget that. Do not get mad if I don't answer your asks early, I am a student that's basically sleep deprived, so I may not see your asks much earlier.

Do not demand that I should do this, do that, or some other thing that YOU want me to do. I am not an object, or doll you can toy around. Be patient and understand WHY I'm doing this.

Anyways, that is all for now..I will open asks and submissions tomorrow since it's late at night for me.

Bye bye little starlings...💜💜

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igglemouse · 2 months

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Sunday brings another sunny day to Oasis Springs and my morning, as usual, starts with breakfast. This time chicken and waffles. Taking a syrupy bite of them reveals why these things have been sooo popular for my stand. I'm not sure if it's my own skill that's the result of the sweet and savory flavor combustion on my tongue or the waffle cooking thing I use but either way this dish is definitely a simoleons maker.

I do believe you always enjoy your own cooking or at least there is a good chance for it so I'm sure there is some bias in what I am about to say but I should probably consider raising the price of my dishes.

So part of my big plan is to really lean more into variety. The staples of my stand will of course be waffles and pizza, just because they are easy to make on the spot and who doesn't love waffles or pizza? Could I combine the two and...ah, any way, while I could put out more chicken quesadillas I do have to realize that stocking my stand with that every day is going to make it feel less and less special, so today will be something new! Pan Con Tomate! It being unfamiliar around these parts will help its appeal as the curiosity will draw sims nearer which is the first step to making simoleons.

Food, at its best, is an experience. The first thing one experiences is how it looks so if it looks like garbage then one will hold their nose instinctively and not even want to smell it. If it looks tempting then people will linger a little closer to engage their sense of smell. These two, in my very humble opinion, is what gets someone to take a bite.

Of course the most important sense is taste but you won't get that far if you present garbage.

So, part of my presentation today will be something new and fresh. Along with pizza of course, since you really can never go wrong with pizza!

Pizza takes a bit of time to make and just enough time to work on my hip movement. You might not know this about me but I'm a very good dancer! I think I could have even become a professional at it if I wanted as it is just something that comes to me naturally, especially with the right kind of music. If the tunes can't get my hips swaying then I have no time for it!

My plan, which I'll reveal in a moment, has me brimming with confidence, so much so that I spend a little extra on self care. Slicing up lemons and limes and soaking in my cheap but tolerable tub to just enjoy the moment.

My budget is tight, probably far too restrictive to spend too much on bath bombs and other aromatherapy but like I've mentioned, I'm feeling really good about my stand today and I'm betting that I make my simoleons back...

That's right, it was time to take my stand on the road, specifically, to the heart of the town, Oasis Springs park! Today, the heat is not too overpowering and so there are plenty of people just wandering around looking for something to do and hopefully something to eat. So the park becomes a perfect backdrop for my stand and really, so far at least, a launching pad for my reputation here in Oasis Springs.

I'm not here to just make a few simoleons, I'm also here to make my name. I'll be more than the 'Food Stand' girl.

One great thing about being a chef is that you will never lack for food.

I plan on being here all day, I won't leave until the sun does, and that means for a moment I must retreat from work and take a break. I grab a plate of chicken and waffles and dig in, letting bigger plans and grand ideas settle in my mind.

Honestly, when I moved here, the idea of a humble life appealed to me. I wanted to make just enough to have a roof over my head and food in my belly, everything after that would be a bonus...but now that I've had a taste of success, I want more.

Why settle when more is on the table?

The sun does make its leave and I take the more that is offered to me as I work a little into night and only close up when its clear that I've squeezed the park for every simoleon I could.

The result? Well over 800 simoleons, a massive day, far exceeding the measly 100 simoleon goal I've set for myself.

The park may be empty now but my pockets are full!

I make it home with the success of my day fresh on my mind but not forgetting that I chose work over another day out with Pascal. I recall that after he had a big game he called me and shared the excitement of his victory and so I meant to do the same.

The problem? Well, maybe I've called a little too late but he doesn't sound too enthused at the sound of my voice? I tell him about how well I've sold and while he does congratulate me there is an undertone in his voice that I don't quite like, a hint of indifference that didn't match the sincere joy I shared with him the other day when he discussed his assist goal thingy.

I'm not sure what to think of it, perhaps nothing at all? Sometimes we overthink things, especially with men, you know how they can be? It is also pretty late, nearing ten, and he's an athlete so I'm sure he's tired.

Yes, I think I'm overthinking things, and with an ex-lover slipping back into my life the last thing I should do is complicate things...

Episode List - Episode 3 ‘Work It Out’

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #ts4 #Sims #Sims 4 #sims legacy #my sims #generation 1 #soot #sims of our time #frida varela #pascal alcocer #simon barrera

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duchess-kyuupid · 8 months

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~The Duchess' Thoughts and Drabbles Pt. 4~ Ft. Neuvillette

Thinking about Neuvillette slowly falling in love with a reader who owns a dessert shop. Mostly just ideas of Neuvillette falling in love with the reader's Raindrop Cakes, rather than them as a person lol

[Neuvillette x reader, Very little romance/slow-burn set-up, Gn! Reader, fluff]

Well, it had all started when one of the Melusines had come across your new, quaint little dessert shop that's just got up off the ground. The shop was tucked in a little corner, but at the time it was all you could afford to purchase for your bakery. Unfortunately for you, the awkward placement meant that there was not a lot of traffic coming through your doors, and it didn't matter how many sweets you baked with the windows wide open- the smells of the other bakery shops nearby greatly overpowered yours.

It was tough trying to get by everyday, but you always held your head up high for the next day. After all, it was your dream to open up a bakery in Fontaine, and after all the shit you had to go through to get this up and running, you weren't about to just kneel over and give up when things didn't go as you planned.

At the very least, you've now managed to secure a couple regular customers, who prefer the tiny and cozy atmosphere of your shop compared to the grand and extravagance of any of the other bakeries.

On this day, you were sitting at the register, focused on your little stack of baking books around you and writing things down in your notebook. There wasn't a single soul in your shop besides yourself. The Melusine could hear you muttering things under your breath about ideas for new recipes and baking methods, and you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the bell of your door ring as the Melusine walked in.

"Good evening!" you jump up excitedly. This Melusine could possibly be your first customer of the day! "Let me know if there's anything that strikes your fancy. I also offer free samples if you're unsure!" Well, it's not like you really had a choice with the free samples... With how much you ended up baking, most of this stuff was probably going to have ended up in the bin anyway.

The Melusine nods her head and starts looking around, and you can tell that she's rather timid as she takes a look at the goods you have on display. Though, with how much your focus was directed specifically to her, you can see the sparkles in her eyes as she browsed. You offered a lot of classic Fontainian desserts, like croissants, tiramisu, lemon tarts, macarons, mousse, and the like, but a majority of your items were things the Melusine has never seen before. Swiss roll cake? Key Lime Pie? She's never even heard of these- but you're more than happy to offer her a taste of your hard work.

With every bite, the Melusine's eyes started shining brighter and brighter, and her timid personality started to give way to her curiosity about your work and how you create these sweet confections.

At some point, she stops in her tracks when she sees a dessert that looked rather....bland, in comparison to the others. It sat in its display case, delicate and untouched. The surface was smooth, and you could see right through it.

"Oh, this? This is called Raindrop Cake. Some of my customers prefer desserts that aren't too sweet, so I have this. It really just tastes like plain water, at least until you add some toppings to it. It's quite pretty, isn't it?"

"I'll take a box of those please!" the Melusine exclaims excitedly. It was the perfect dessert to offer as a gift for the Iudex.

"Of course! I appreciate your business! Come back next time!" And the Melusine happily leaves your establishment with a skip in her step while you're just happy that you managed to sell something today.

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Ever since then, Neuvillette has been asking for more of those Raindrop Cakes specifically from your shop. He's always much too busy to get them himself, so the Melusines are always happy to go grab some for him in his place. Every time they come back, the Melusines tell him all about the kind owner who works the entire shop single-handedly. They tell him about all of the amazing other sweets they've got for sale, too- some even offering him a piece of their cake for him to taste.

Of course, he's always happy to receive any gifts the Melusines offer him, but his favorite is always the Raindrop Cakes. Their delicate texture and subtle tastes always brings him to happiness. He can tell when you've used water from different places for the recipe. (His personal favorite is when you use water from Sumeru's waterfalls.) And at this point, it's become a part of his routine to enjoy some of your Raindrop Cakes while tasting water as part of his hobby.

Even Furina manages to hear about this new bakery and she demands Neuvillette to bring her some of their cakes, being a sweet connoisseur herself, she must find out what all of this fuss is about! So, for the first time, Neuvillette finally decides that it was time to visit this bakery personally.

You almost fall off your seat at the cash register when you see the Iudex of Fontaine walk in through your doors, with at least 3 different Melusines in tow excitedly. You recognize each of the Melusines- after all, most of your customers recently have been Melusines coming in to buy more Raindrop Cakes and a few other desserts for themselves.

"G-good evening, sir! How can I help you today?" you ask nervously. Neuvillette's eyes stare directly into yours, his face unmoving and stern.

"Are you the owner of this establishment?" he asks. You can do nothing but nod under his intense gaze. Did you do something wrong? Are you in some sort of trouble with the law? You're sure that can't be it, you've been doing everything correctly... Maybe there's some other law that you broke without realizing? Or maybe someone wants to charge you for murder!? You know that eating too many sweets isn't really good for your health, but it's not your fault if someone ate so many of your sweets that they died from it!! You're innocent!

"Could you please show me your Raindrop Cakes?" he asks politely, and you're knocked out of your thoughts at the unexpected question. So... you're not in trouble. That's good. You move to show him where you keep the Raindrop Cakes. Because you've had so many people (Melusines) ordering them, you expanded the space and you increased your variety of Raindrop Cakes.

Neuvillette's eyes widen when he sees how many you have in stock. Some of them appeared to have been drizzled with molasses, some with honey, some with caramel, and some with black sugar syrup. Some of them have graham crackers sprinkled on them, some with powdered cinnamon, and some with soybean powder. Some have sakura blooms inside them, some with cecilias, some with glaze lilies, some with kalpalata lotuses, and some with rainbow roses. Some of them have strawberries in them, some with blueberries, some with mint, and some with valberries. Not only that, but some of them are in different shapes too. Like, take a look at this one, it's shaped like a cat! Or an otter! How delightful. The point is, Neuvillette didn't realize there were so many different variations to his favorite dessert. And this isn't even going into the different water you used in each of them. The only way he'll know is if he tries it.

"I'll take your entire stock of these. And add in one of those Mille Crepe cakes as well, please. Lady Furina would also like to try some of your desserts."

"Huh?!"

"It appears I am woefully ignorant of the world of Raindrop Cakes, despite how many I've enjoyed until today. I look forward to trying out each and every single one of these," he explains with a subtle smile on his face. The Melusines behind him celebrate to each other- namely because they're happy that your ledger will not be in the red for today. With how often they've stopped by, they've become quite close to you, and they collectively have been praying that your business succeeds. But they're also happy that Neuvillette seems to have found another thing to enjoy besides his water tasting.

While they were celebrating to themselves, they noticed the dazed look on your face as you try to box up all of the Raindrop Cakes for Neuvillette, and their minds start delving into...creative territories.

"Do you see that? I think they might like Monsieur Neuvillette!" "Is it a crush?" "Could it be true love?" "Monsieur Neuvillette finally finding someone! How exciting!" "I'm sure they'd get along splendidly! They're so kind, it's hard not to love them!!"

The hushed whispers of the Melusines do not escape from Neuvillette's ears, but it appears you were too much in shock at the moment to hear. I mean, both the Iudex AND the Hydro Archon wants to try out YOUR desserts? You'll have to thank the Melusines later for their free advertising. (That is, if you aren't forcibly closed down due to Furina not liking your sweets...)

But after everything that he's heard about you from the Melusines, he supposes that officially getting to know a person like you wouldn't be too bad. Maybe he will prove them to be right after all.

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This was meant to be a lot shorter, and a little more romantic, but I'm happy with how it is now! But I just KNOW that Neuvillette would absolutely adore Raindrop Cakes since they're so simple and since they basically taste like water lol. I hope everyone enjoyed! <3

#duchess kyuupid #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #neuvillette #fontaine #genshin #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #x reader

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