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starflungwaddledee · 2 months

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I would like to submit: 🪞, 🧋, and 🥘 if I may for Starstruck for the OC ask!!

[ >>> kirby oc ask meme <<< ]

🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?

more in-depth answer on a potential mirror world starstruck here, but i think in short... she might not exist. for a variety of reasons that are only partially to do with her. if she did exist and the two met, i think that prime starstruck would be hopelessly traumatised by the experience

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

YES this is my favourite sort of thing actually i LOVE LOVE LOVE foods themed after characters!! i know i said i wouldn't draw anything for these but i HAVE TO for this one...

she would have a miniature tea-style menu item to reflect her eating style, which would come on a custom themed platter. it would be comprised of many small dishes and it would have savouries, sweets, and a drink all in one. for sweets there would be cotton candy macarons with a sherbet filling, and candied white peaches; with an optional add-on for a stack of star-shaped cinnamon-apple pancakes if you have some bigger eaters along with you. for savouries there'd be crumbed camembert cheese stars, served with plum chutney (in a take-home custom dish) and the most picture perfect pre-sliced apple you've ever seen, and coronation chicken sandwiches with cranberries the drink is a fizzing soda, using peach and white-grape flavour syrups to get a gradient, and it's topped with a thin layer of condensed milk

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

she's happy to eat just about anything- edible or not- so long as she doesn't have to eat a lot of it. eating too much tends to make her feel a bit off, and she doesn't get hungry often so eating is not something that comes naturally to her. if it weren't for others she'd simply forget more often than not. her favourite foods are either things that are social that she can share with others (pizza, nachos, tacos, big bowl of fries), light snacks (crackers, dried fruits), or cheeses. she also seems to enjoy eating soda cans but that might be for the bit as much as anything i think for the cook ability she'd give a silly little peach, because that's kinda what she looks like. either that or macarons, which already exist in game!

#asks #starstruck dee #ask meme

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lullabyes22-blog · 8 months

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Snippet - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Circle of Life

Jinx is a perfect little (gremlin) hostess.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

"It's Fissure turmeric," Silco says. "We've a fondness."

"I can see that." Salo snatches up a glass of water. His eyes are streaming. "Most—singular." He blots his forehead with his sleeve. "My, er, compliments." His stare falls on the server behind him. "Where's my wine, boy?!"

"I'll get it!"

Jinx is already rising. Daddy's little helper—and a thief in plain sight. If Silco isn't careful, she'll abscond with the whole carafe, and leave their party dead-sober.

Nothing bores like a sober Piltie. At least the dead ones don't talk.

Much.

Silco stills Jinx with two fingertips on her wrist.

"Sit," he says. "Finish your soup."

Jinx stops short, and sits demurely. But Silco doesn't miss the quick-draw of her finger across her throat. Not a stay of execution, but a playful shorthand: My good manners are killing me. Silco hides a smile. He’s always enjoyed their private language of give-and-take. Father and daughter, united in a common cause: stirring the pot.

The pot, tonight, is the Councilors' heads.

Sweetly, Jinx says, "How's your pudding, Councilor Salo?"

"Mnf," Salo nods, mouth full. "Delicious. What is the flavor?"

"Blackflower."

"A flower?" He swallows. "What kind?"

"It grows in caves," Jinx chirps. "Blooms every Equinox, with spines that look like teeth." She makes a hypnotic hand gesture, unfurling her tiny fingers in imitation of a spiked maw. "Their sap's lethal. But the cave-wasps use it to feed their larvae. The larvae digest it, then poop out a sweet secretion the color of blood."

"S-Secretion?"

"Yep!" Jinx beams. "It's super versatile. Boil it down and it's a sticky glaze. Ice it and it's sherbet. Add flour and it's cake." She taps her nose with a wink. "Here in Zaun, nothing's a-wasted. We recycle!"

Salo puts down his spoon. "You are joking."

"Nah. There's a whole industry. Blackflower honey. Blackflower liqueur. Blackflower gelato. Although the last bit's more entomophagy than scatology, if you catch my drift?"

"No-o...."

"Larvae, Councilor. Sweet, sweet larvae! We whip 'em into a froth, then drizzle 'em with cave-honey, like so—" She mimics a spiral with her finger, before the gesture morphs into a gun. "—blam!" Salo jerks. "The smoothest scoop of sinfulness in Zaun. Your pudding's made from the same ingredients. So's the stew. Even the vole's stuffed with 'em. That's what we call a circle of life. Am I right?"

"I see," Salo says weakly. "Most, ah, educational." He pushes the dish away. "If you'll excuse me..."

His exodus is swift. A lord ready to pledge allegiance to the porcelain god. The rest of the table marinates in silence.

"Yikes." Jinx pouts her lower-lip and blows a puff of air. Blue strands flutter off her forehead. Her eyes, unveiled, are luminous with mock-contrition. "Guess bugs are a bugbear for this crowd. You were right, Silco. Grilled scorpion would've been a bust for the entrée."

Silco smiles. A smile only Jinx can read. "Some topics, child, are better confined to cookbooks."

"And here I thought I was sharing the knowledge. Whetting the appetite. All that jazz." Her lip protrudes cheerlessly. "Boo."

#arcane league of legends #arcane #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane salo #arcane council #arcane hoskel #arcane shoola #arcane bolbok #arcane mel medarda #arcane jayce talis #mel medarda #jayce talis #snippet

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oh-hell-help-me · 10 months

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July 16: National Ice Cream Day

Bowser headed a family of sweet tooths.

There are no ‘if’s, ‘and’s, or ‘but’s about it, because he has seen first hand what they would do to candy and pastries- or anything with more than a spoon of sugar in it.

He almost dreaded the possibility of Luigi being the only one to not have a sweet tooth. Especially since his kids are stubborn enough to insist others to try their favorite sweets.

But once he found out Luigi was actually worse- that he practically ate dessert twice a day and snacked on any stray candy given to him?

It was a miracle that his family isn’t eating dessert for every meal.

Still, he feels like he can’t be blamed for the surprise he felt when Luigi was found to be making ice cream at six in the morning.

It wasn’t even just plain vanilla- it had a variety of flavors from sherbet lemon to strawberry to- to-

Is that triple chocolate fudge?

He yoinks the chilled dish ware containing the ice cream, barely pausing to grasp a nearby ice cream scoop to use before shoving a ball of deliciousness down his maw.

What? He never said he’d stop his husband from his culinary endeavors!

Then again- the moment he takes the time to watch Luigi is the moment he notices the darkening bags under his eyes and when he yawns-

Nope.

Not even his favorite ice cream would justify this travesty.

And Luigi- his poor, unaware husband- doesn’t notice him until well after he picks him up (thankfully done with what seems to be the tenth flavour) and shoves the ice cream into the freezer.

“Wh- Bowser?”

“Sleep.”

“But-“

“Sleep.”

And it’s with deep satisfaction that he feels his husband relax in his arms with defeat as it means that he didn’t have to wrestle him into their bed again.

And if he watched him sleep for two straight hours? Well-

Who could blame him, when the sweetest thing in his life rests right next to him?

#bowuigi #NATIONAL HOLIDAY #holy heck today was chaotic #I hope to gosh the format is okay #since I used my phone for this #enjoy?

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alex51324 · 5 months

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Secret Family Recipes

I shared my cookie recipes last week, so here are the secret recipes without which my family's Christmas celebrations would not be complete:

Grandma's House Punch

Put a block of sherbet into the punch bowl. (Lime is the Most Christmas Flavor, but you can use any kind except Rainbow.)

Pour ginger ale over it.

You can serve it in anything, but it tastes better if you ladle it into the little cups with handles that match the punch bowl.

Chex Mix

Okay, this one's a little more complicated! There are two parts and also you have to use the oven. But it's worth it for old-fashioned homemade Chex Mix, like Grandma used to make.

To make the sauce, melt a stick of butter and add:

2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce

A teaspoon and a half of seasoned salt

A teaspoon of garlic powder

Half a teaspoon of onion powder

You can use margarine if you're making it for vegans, but it isn't as good. If you don't have onion powder, use a little extra of the seasoned salt and garlic powder.

Shake up the following in a big bowl with a lid:

3-4 cups each of rice, corn, and wheat Chex. (Store brand is fine, except Wheat Chex only comes in the name brand.)

At least a cup of mixed nuts. I usually put in a cup of Deluxe Mixed Nuts (the kind without peanuts) and then a big handful each of walnuts, almonds, and pecans from the bags I buy to bake with. (If you're making it for someone allergic to nuts, you can skip them, or substitute Goldfish crackers.)

About a cup of pretzel sticks. (Mini pretzels are also OK, but I always use sticks.)

Shake it up dry first, to get everything distributed, then pour in the sauce and shake some more so that everything gets coated.

Pour the mix into your big glass baking dish, and put it in the oven for an hour at 250. Stir it every 15 minutes. (Don't skip the stirring, but you can get away with every 20 minutes.) While this is happening, your house will smell delicious.

You can start eating it while it's still warm, but let it cool before you put it away in the big bowl with the lid.

#christmas #recipes #food #super complicated fancy cooking

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haldenlith · 17 days

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Started watching Dungeon Meshi, and I won't lie, there's a part of me that wants to try recreating IRL versions of the dishes. I've already seen someone successfully do a version of the sorbet, and it looked awesome -- though a nitpick is that I think they used rainbow sherbet. Then again, I imagine it'd be a pain to make rainbow sorbet.

Though... I imagine it'd be good. Could use coconut for the white, maybe taro for the purple (and it'd complement the coconut flavor), mango for the yellowy bit (would add some nice fruity zing)... Perhaps use pea flower tea for the blue (if it's as "green tea" flavored like as people claim in flavor, it could round out the flavors...). Hm.

ANYWAY, only a part of me is tempted. The rest of me is either too lazy, or too broke to pull something like that off. The cost of food... oof. The first dish, for example, would be pricey no matter how I slice it. I feel like the best dupe for the "huge scorpion" would be a lobster. (Okay, the real best substitute is giant scorpion, but that's too damn hard to track down fresh and requires too much effort to prepare -- the poison glands won't kill you, but you won't have a great time if you eat them.) The slime monster noodles would be cassava noodles, hands down. The rest is easy, standard ingredients.

Ah well, fun to imagine the ways to recreate the dishes.

#haldie rambles #dungeon meshi #hell if I know how one would do the treasure bugs #I can imagine VISUAL dupes given the existence of gold coin candy #but conceptually... hm #though I swear I'd seen a dish from some other country that was the eggs of an insect roasted on a stick that resembled what Senshi made #a good visual dupe for that though would probably be something like coconut milk popping boba in some extreme gooey sauce #stuck to a stick (maybe cookie stick?)

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oh-soo-diabolik · 8 months

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words: 2.1k will probably add more idk

Her hand grazes the handle of the large front door, twisting it open with a look of dissatisfaction; the door falls from its hinges, tipping over into the manor as she pushes it open. She sighs, practically hearing her card swipe once again.

‘Great, another thirty thousand plus yen I have to dish out’. [YN] wasn’t entirely sure why her aunt left such an old and unkempt estate in her name. Notably with only seventy-two million yen to her name; the renovations alone were going to cost half of that. [YN] knew she had no intentions of doing this project by herself, or in general at that.

If she had it her way, she would’ve sold the land for a hefty profit.

With her keys in hand, [YN] enters the ghoulish house; descending its long hallways, brushing her fingertips along its muted gray walls. With her hand to her face, she noticed a lack of dust. Her eyebrows cocked with confusion. “That's weird, it seems like someone’s been keeping the manor itself in expeditious condition, from the inside at least.’ she began to ponder. Something felt weird, unsettling even.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, one she couldn’t seem to shake. A fit of paranoia wrapped itself around her, coating her with fear . Her aunt’s bee Ghostly footsteps shuffle behind her, causing [YN] to turn and face the source of the sound. But there is nothing there to greet her. Undeterred, [YN] continues to ascend the halls of the manor. n dead for three years, so why was the house’s interior seemingly untouched by years of neglect?

Scanning the room and its contents in its entirety, she notices the portrait of a man with long snow-white hair and bright golden eyes, towering behind a woman and young boy with identical snow-like hair, the only difference seeming to be their crimson-colored eyes and the boy's expressions of uncertainty. The woman, who [YN] could only assume was the child’s mother, expresses a look of confusion and displacement.

“I wonder if auntie knew these people.” she mutters to herself. She reaches for the portrait, running her fingers along its golden embedded frame. Its rough edge penetrates her skin with a thin splitter of stain golden hide glue. Hissing in pain, she retacks her hand peering down at the small slither of hide embedded into her now sore finger. “Fuck, how old is this frame?”

As She gingerly removed the dagger-like protrusion from her finger, drops of crimson blood stained the polished wood beneath her. The pain slowly subsided, allowing her to gather her wits. Yet, as the metallic fragment clatter onto the floor, a chilling hush befell the room, briefly interrupted by the faint echo of footsteps behind her.

Turning towards the sound, her breath caught in her throat, her heart aflutter with trepidation. But there was a naught to greet her, save for the daunting void that enveloped the abandoned halls of the manor. A shiver ran down her spine, yet she refused to let her fear invade her resolve.

With unwavering determination, she proceeded up the labyrinthine corridors, their faded grandeur a testament to a bygone era. Cobwebs draped the portraits that lined the walls, veiling forgotten stories beneath a shroud of neglect.

As if someone intentionally left the stories to fade into the history itself, as if ashamed of its impact. And so, the portraits remained, untouched by the caretaker’s diligent hands. The house’s neglected condition only added to its air of mystery, causing [YN] to wonder what secrets it held.

Her eyes wander along the portraits, before coming to a halt, she stands in front of one particular picture. Her face expresses her disbelief upon seeing the snow-white haired man now standing alongside her aunt. [YN] questions the possibility of this being a mere coincidence, considering that the previous portraits of him were several centuries apart. Her aunt’s blonde hair and piercing sherbet eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

“Wait a minute, that’s not the same man.”

[YN] becomes suspicious as she notices that the man in the portrait is not the same person she expected. She narrows her eyes and approaches the portrait, realizing that it depicts the boy with striking red eyes instead of the golden-eyed man she unconsciously anticipated.

Perplexed, [YN] begins to wonder how such a thing could even be possible.

Studying the portrait, [YN] couldn’t help but become captivated by the man’s vibrant crimson eyes, drawn to his cold yet sad gaze. Her hands reach for the portrait, unmount it from the wall.

[YN] turns it over, opening the latches that keep it secured in its frame. Carefully, [YN] removes it and scans the back of it, reading the caption;

‘Master Sakamaki Subaru and Lady Yukimura Kome, nineteen thirty-seven.’

[YN] couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and confusion as she held the photograph in her now sweaty hands.

The image showed the boy, no, the man with the crimson eyes and a woman, who she could only assume was her aunt Kome. However, what puzzled her the most was the fact that the photo seemed to have been taken decades before her supposed aunt’s birth.

The date printed on the photo, "Nineteen thirty-seven," kept drawing [YN]'s attention, practically taunting her.

The once serene air around her, now fills heavy with anxiety and panic. Grappling with the unknown and its uncertainty that accompanied it, something about this photograph groomed her with distress. As doubt began to creep into her thoughts, she couldn’t help but question if this was just another alabrite joke her aunt thought of on her deathbed.

A twisted and cruel joke.

But it was unimaginable that someone she trusted would play such a cruel and heartless trick on her, let alone the woman who raised her.

Though her aunt had always been a bit of a mischievous woman, she wouldn’t do such a thing, not in a time of grief nonetheless.

Her breath hitched as she felt a gentle gush of wind caress her cheek. The sudden aroma of woody musk and spice filled her nostrils, sending a shiver down her spine. It was as if nature whispered secrets into the air before wrapping her into its suffocating embrace. Her eyes close, allowing her to immerse into its comforting smell.

Turning her head, [YN] finds herself looking down the manor’s east wing. As she gazes down the seemingly endless corridor, a sense of curiosity washes over her. Taking a deep breath, she attempts to calm the fits of anxiety fluttering her chest.

The soft moonlight filters through the grande expansive windows, illuminating the polished floorboards with an inviting and soothing warmth. With a lump of anxiety in her throat, she carefully folds the photograph and slips it into her cardigan’s deep pockets. Mentally preparing herself, [YN] sets off down the halls, guided by its lingering woody aroma that permeates the air around her.

With each echoing step, she begins to ponder the previous life of the manor’s owners. She couldn’t help but wonder what they were like, what kind of family that walked these very halls she is now exploring. With a deep breath, she mutters to herself;

“Here goes nothing.”

In a state of unease, she stood within the dreary confines of the manor. Its walls, painted with a somber shade of gray. The eerie silence that enveloped the place, only seemed to intensify her feelings of insecurity.

Her footsteps echoed through the empty halls as she cautiously made her way forward. With her eyes bulging outward to a peculiar sight, a man no older than twenty-seven with blonde-hair falling messily over his forehead. She wasn’t entirely sure if she should be relieved that she wasn’t the only human presence or if she should be running towards the manor’s long broken exit.

In an attempt to gather the little courage she had, [YN] grabs an old vase that was conveniently placed to her left, in hopes this would be enough to save her from the possible outcome. She hesitantly steps towards the sleeping man. Eventually finding herself mere feets away from him, [YN] peers down towards the man’s pale-colored face.

"Hey you!" She called out to the man, trying to wake him up. She anxiously waited for his reply, but to no avail, he remained motionless on the couch. Holding onto the vase tightly, her grip becoming increasingly tight, she found the courage to call out to him once more. "Hey! You, on the couch, are you alive?".

As the words echoed through the room, a sense of urgency filled the air. The man's stillness was unnerving, his unmoving figure a cause for concern. With each passing second, her heart thumped louder, and her worry grew stronger. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

As [YN] took a step closer, her eyes scanned his face for any signs of life. The lines on his forehead remained undisturbed, his closed eyes betraying no flicker of consciousness. The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting a response.

Startled by the man’s sudden awakening, [YN] dropped the vase without thinking, causing it to shatter on to the ground. She watches as the man’s tired eyes flutter open, revealing its bright-glaucous color.

“Who are you?” The man asked, glancing at her cowering figure with a look of annoyance, before a smirk formed on his face. “Well woman? Are you going to answer me?” He titled his head curiously, waiting for her response.

“I’m [YN] [LN].” She whispered, her voice trembling with fear and anxiety. Her cowering figure seemed to shrink even more under his cold hardened gaze. As if her very existence was nothing more than a burden. His stoic face only fueled her anxiety, making her shrink even more.

Her eyes begin to dart around the room, desperately seeking some form of a distraction, but to no avail, she shifts with anxiety. Her suffocating fragile ego did her no justice. [YN] knew she couldn't stand up against this intimidating man. Swallowing the lump of anxiety that strained her, she looked up to meet his gaze.

“I am the owner of this house, and you are not welcomed here. Now I advise you to leave before I call the police.” She sternly declares, “You don’t scare me.”

The man stands from the sofa, towering over her with an intimidating presence, he sniggers. “The owner? Last time I checked, this is my home and my couch. Who are you, little human” He hums with curiosity, as a smug grin plasters his pale face.

Her eyes widened with disbelief, as she struggles to comprehend the man’s antagonizing words. Who had died and made him king? For all she could know, he was a mere squatter, taking refuge in her home. She takes a deep breath, hoping to gather her thoughts and put them into words.

“Look, this house was left to me by my aunt Kome Yukimura.”

His chuckles turn into hearty laughter that echoes through the room around them. He was amused, truly amused at her sudden burst of courage. He wanted to see more of her sad attempts to control the environment around her. The man watches as her once cowering figure, stood tall with ‘courage’ and ‘bravery’.

“Kome? Yukimura? I heard of no such nam–oh, oh.”

Her eyebrows forward as she eagerly waits for his response, “What do you mean, ‘oh’? Did you know my aunt?” She spurs.

“I guess you can say that, but Subaru is the one to ask.” The blonde mutters as he sits down back on the sofa. “isn’t that right, Subaru?”

Her eyes scan the room around her, as her gaze stops on a man around twenty-four with snow-white colored hair, causing her breath to hitch. “The man with the snow-white hair and crimson eyes.” she mutters.

“Who is this woman, and why did you let her in, Shuu?” The man, dubbed ‘Subaru’, asked. He watches as the man, now dubbed Shuu, shrugs in response.

“I guess the scent of her blood piqued my curiosity.” Shuu says as a smirk tugs his lips.

“My blood?” [YN] mumbles as she eyes her pricked finger before turning to face Shuu. “How can you smell my blood? I merely pricked it back at the entrance.”

“Yet, the single droplet of your blood stains our floors.”

“Enough, I don’t feel like hearing you talk anymore, your voice is annoying me.” The voice of a third man interrupts the bickering trio.

A man with deep violet hair and tired looking violet eyes mutters with a frown plastering his face, he was surely no taller than five-six <Kanato>. “Who’s this?” he asked with a tilt to his head.

“Enough, why are you guys in this house? This house was left to me.” [YN] begins to panic, her eyes switching between the three men.

“Left to you? Who even are you!” The violet hair man hollers, his voice cracking with anger.

“I—I’m calling the police.” she says.

“That won’t be needed, I know who you are; you’re that woman’s niece. Though I can tell you didn’t get her looks.” Shuu grins.

“Why don’t we sit and talk about this?”

“Gladly.”

#diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #sakamaki brothers #shu sakamaki #shuu sakamaki #diabolik lovers fandom

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quiltedpomegrantes · 2 years

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LI’s Ice Cream Shop Orders

(Kylar)

Alex

-Definitely gets an ice cream soda.They’d cycle through different flavors, but cherry is their favorite

-For an ice cream cone, they’d go for a plain waffle cone, two scoops, and some form of nuts on top. Probably pecans, and if they have sugared pecans they’re losing their mind.

-100% needs napkins. No question. But they won’t ask for them and will decline if asked by their server. You’d have to get them, or bring some along. -LowDom!Alex will pay separately from you, or let you pay only if you offer. HighDom!Alex will pay for you, no questions asked.

Avery

-Doesn’t necessarily love how dairy sits in their stomach. Probably goes for a sorbetto or sherbet. NOT rainbow sherbet. Probably a raspberry or a chocolate if they have it. Alternatively, sea salt caramel. Vanilla base, NOT chocolate.

-Cup, single scoop. Maybe a waffle bowl if he’s feeling adventurous.

-Not a big fan of toppings but if he gets sea salt caramel he might get hot caramel on top. Might.

-He’ll ask for one or two extra napkins. If there’s a dispenser he’ll grab three and feel a little nervous that someone noticed. Ice cream is a very rare treat for him, and you two don't often go out together for it. If you insist, he won't complain though.

-Pays for it, no matter the state he's in.

-calls sprinkles jimmies

Black Wolf

-Sometimes you'll buy them a little kid scoop of vanilla. They adore it. Loses their mind with joy. Their tag wags at the speed of light.

-Gets it in a dish, mostly because you don't want to overload them with sugar.

-Maybe whipped cream, but you still worry about the sugar content.

-It's always a bit melted but they're so thankful.

Eden

-Before living in the woods, they weren't particularly interested in ice cream. But on the off chance a craving struck, they'd get something simple. Vanilla or butter pecan. Something not overwhelmingly sweet or complicated.

-Just a cup for them. A cone just seems messy or frivolous.

-No toppings either, but almost would have gotten salted peanuts.

-If you ever convinced him to go to an ice cream shop with you, he'd give you money to pay. They don't like speaking to cashiers.

-MAYBE you could convince him to help you hand-churn some ice cream, but he's not interested in doing it frequently.

-secretly really loves root beer floats.

Great Hawk

-Can birds eat ice cream?

-Can their species eat ice cream??

-Do they like ice cream???

-The answer is yes, yes, and absolutely not. It's way too sweet. The texture is soft. They feel like they're an eyas again being fed by their mom.

-Although they will start looking out for it, after seeing how much you loved eating it. Just for their wife.

Robin

-Superman FANATIC

-You'll relentlessly tease him for this. "Superman tastes like bubblegum." "Ohhh, do you like the pretty colors?" "Isn't that for children?"

-They want a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, but instead of getting one they'll get it in a cup or cake cone. If you helped at the lemonade stand, they'll be able to splurge on some sprinkles.

-Will cry if you buy them a strawberry milkshake. Yes whipped cream. Yes cherry.

-They won't ask for napkins but if there's a dispenser they'll definitely grab some. They get a little bit nervous when checking out.

-Before entering a romantic relationship, you'll pay separately. After entering into a relationship, you'll probably pay. It's easier that way. They're so cute and thankful for their ice cream.

-Calls it an ice cream parlor.

Sydney

-Loves a cheesecake flavor. Any. Turtle cheesecake, Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, even just a plain New York Cheesecake. But, prefers frozen yogurt over anything else. Adores a key lime fro-yo.

-Cake cone all the way, they love the satisfying crunch. They don't really like sugar cones or waffle cones.

-Loves a good banana split sundae. Only gets plain vanilla with it. You side eye them and ask if they're sure. They say yes????????

-Calls scoops "dips"

-They'll always pay, because Sirris gave them money to.

-Fallen!Sydney will get visibly heated watching you eat ice cream.

Whitney

-Strong Fudgie Brownie. Something with a lot of chocolate. Maybe chocolate peanut butter? Hates fruit flavors, and will bully the fuck out of you for getting one.

-Strong waffle cone or sugar cone. Cups are sooooo boring, why the hell would you get a cup?

-Two scoops. ALWAYS two scoops.

-Doesn't mind a cherry milkshake, but will refuse whipped cream. Unless you guys are alone. No, you will not share.

-Maybe chocolate drizzle or hot fudge on top but can't really do that in a cone.

-You pay. Always you, and if you refuse they'll definitely shake you down. But once they start really caring for you, they'll just waltz out holding your hand.

-Always tempted to eat your ice cream or knock it over. Just to see your face. Would you cry? Just accept it? They've done a lot worse to you. He'd love to watch your lip twitch as you struggle not to cry.

-If the ice cream starts to drip, you will be forced to clean their hands up. They'll switch the ice cream to their other hand, and just push their fingers into your mouth. You better start sucking on them.

-Napkins? absolutely not. That's what you're there for. To clean them up.

Author's note:

Excuse the quick snippet post. I've been working on something a bit longer. I excluded Kylar because there is a karmic imbalance in the amount of content for them, and everyone else. Also, I just wouldn't know what to post for them. I'd love to hear others' opinions.

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tastesoftamriel · 2 years

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You've mentioned food enjoyed by young children, so let's go the opposite route; what are some foods from across Tamriel that are infamous for being Old People Food?

Ah, of course. There's always that food that inexplicably only old people like. I'm never here to knock anyone's favourite foods though, so here's a showcase of some of Tamriel's dishes most beloved by its aged population.

Altmer

Heron liver pâté is, in my opinion, the least palatable Altmeri food there is. Mushy yet inexplicably chewy, this pâté has a distinctly muddy smell and texture that old Mer seem to love. If you've still got teeth, it's common to dip grissini and crudités into the pâté, but if not, the pet food texture is fine to eat with a spoon.

Argonians

Older Argonians love their papaya! It's good for the health, and...bowels, especially? This mighty fruit is often pounded into a pulp with fresh turmeric root and scuttlebloom nectar, a bit like a very thick juice, and the mixture is happily inhaled by the geriatrics throughout Black Marsh. I love papaya, but not so much when it's served this way.

Bosmer

Timber mammoth milk soup is very much an old Mer dish in Valenwood. Simply put, it's just a bunch of meaty ingredients boiled until they fall apart in a soup base made from salty timber mammoth milk. The dish is definitely an acquired taste, from the slightly slimy yet frothy texture to the practically liquid meat bits.

Bretons

Master confectioners in High Rock are always in the business of pumping out sweets that almost nobody eats, bar the older population. Whether it's violet sweets, liquorice drops, musk sticks, or butter mints, for some reason, every Breton over the age of 60 develops an inexplicable craving for these sweets. I think I'll stick to lemon sherbets, personally.

Dunmer

I know that I talk about saltrice porridge a lot, but saltrice congee infused with ginseng and gingko nuts are right up there in terms of ancient Dunmer food. Add some pulled trama root (boiled until soft), pickled comberries, and ash-cured kwama egg, and you have a strongly herbal-scented meal with the texture of snot.

Imperials

While not as old people-y as most other dishes on this list, classic dishes, like my Emperor's Venison Fricassee, are hardly considered to be exciting food on the Cyrodiilic gastronomy scene. The humble fricassee is a palatable, if slightly boring dish with a stew-like texture, but doesn't contain any particularly strong flavours. Said to be the ultimate old-person dish in Cyrodiil.

Khajiit

Age isn't going to stop any Khajiit from imbibing moon sugar, but the way it's served is slightly different. Peanut soup, which is literally just a hot slurry made from boiled peanuts, is a nutritious dish often served for dessert. However, the taste is, at best, horrifically boring, and the only way to fix that is with lots of moon sugar. The end result is something akin to eating runny peanut butter, to which I can only politely say 'no thanks, Clan Mother'.

Nords

Just because we honour the older members of our communities in Skyrim doesn't mean that we're above making jokes about what they eat. If you think pickled fish is bad, try the trout that's been fermented in a barrel for a few months, then cut into slices and served atop flatbread with beets and sour cream. It sounds worse than it is, but this is the sort of food that makes me flash back to Granny Matilda's cottage when I was a child.

Orcs

The fact of the matter is that many Orcs don't live to see old age as an adversary, but those who do develop some curious dietary habits. Steamed potato pudding with wrathberry raisins is definitely one of them- a pungent dessert that's absolutely nobody's favourite besides probably the stronghold elders. It's basically a regular steamed pudding made from potato flour and densely studded with wrathberry raisins, something like a New Life pudding. Very filling, kind of bland, and perfect for the geriatric Orsimer in your life.

Redguards

A mild Alik'r curry made with snake eggs and okra would be my pick when it comes to describing the favoured food of elderly Redguards. Whole boiled snake eggs and slices of okra float in a thin goat's milk-based curry, which is served with a side of cous cous or rice. It's simple food, but so bland and boring you'd hardly recognise it as Redguard cuisine.

#Asks #Food #Elderly #old people #Tes #the elder scrolls #cooking #food #World building #Worldbuilding

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The second occasional sweet pool of the day! Befitting of the overall food theme, I’m posting the cafe menu of the 2009 sweet pool cafe held at CURE MAID CAFE.

Drinks

There are five drinks on the menu; two for Sakiyama (one for reason, one for instinct) and the rest are for the other three main boys. Sakiyama, Shironuma and Mita’s are all cold drinks served in a colins glass whilst Okinaga’s is served hot and in what looks to be ceramic coffee cup. Fitting for Okinaga to be the odd one out.

Note: I am an American so I never had any of these since this was region exculsive to Japan. I was also like, 6. So it’s just the menu!

Sakiyama Youji’s Reason/Rational (¥400/$2.78) (Blue Hawaii + grape jelly)

Sakiyama Youji’s Instinct (¥400/$2.78) (Pomegranate x ginger ale + grape jelly)

Shironuma Tetsuo (¥400/$2.78) (Green tea x peach flavour)

Mita Makoto (¥400/$2.78) (Cola x orange sherbet)

Okinaga Zenya (¥400/2.78) (Hot nata de coco + berry)

Originating in the Philipines, Nata de coco is fermentended coconut water. It’s usually served cold or in it’s more gelatinous state. I’ve never had it before, but I’m assuming it’s similar to stuff like coffee jelly.

Foods

There are 9 dishes in total, three desert plates and 6 meal plates. They also came as set meals.

Omu Yakisoba Bread (¥400/$2.78) (Also, as I far as I can tell, this is and another meal item from the menu are not sold as a set meal. I guess because it’s also literally yakisoba bread, lol) It’s based on the Yakisoba bread sold at the school store, aka the thing Shironuma is seen eating a majority of the rooftop cgs.

Omega Meat Burger (Alone: ¥1500/$10.44. Meal: ¥1700/$11.83) Apparently, it’s just a Big Burger. Which is fiitng, I guess.

Shironuma’s home-cooked food. (¥400/$2.78) (This is the other meal item I was referring to earlier. Ironically enough, there both food items associated with Shironuma.)

Kitani’s cooking. (Alone: ¥1100/$7.66. Meal: ¥1200/$8.35) White rice, miso soup and stir-fry minced meat with eggplant. Lovingly prepared for Zenya.

Sakiyama’s home curry. (Alone: ¥900/$6.26. Meal: ¥1100/$7.66) Colour of the curry is redder than usual curry. Comes with special seasoning.

Zenya’s Failure Hamburger steak. (Alone: ¥900/$6.26. Meal: ¥1100/$7.66) I’m assuming it’s called this because it’s cut up rather than being in the proper fillet form you usually serve hamburger as. Or it’s a jab at Zenya being literally a ‘defective’.

Youji-kun hot cake (pan cake) (¥700/$4.87) it’s a hotcake with youji’s face on it. would you eat the youji hotcake

sweet な台詞ケーキ (literally ‘sweet dialogue/words cake) (¥700/$4.87) So this one’s actually super cool, in my opinion. It’s a standard souffle cheesecake, but as implied with the name, the gimmick is that lines from sweet pool’s script written on it. The one from the product image is, from what I can tell, 「やばいだろ、これ」.

Makoto’s bad lifestyle habit sundae. (Alone: ¥600/$4.18. Meal: ¥800/$5.57.)

OTHER COOL STUFF

For free, you can also get coasters. The first one is for CURE MAID CAFE, which depicts the boys making food (and Okinaga even has Christie with him!) This event was also held at a crossdressing cafe called Queen Dolce, which is the second set included, which depicts the boys as butlers/waitstaff (a missed chance to depict the boy’s crossdressing, but ohhhhh well).

According to the website, the Queen Dolce was styled like the Cerulean Warbler (that’s the bar Shironuma works at!)

Also, the coaster arts was used for a pattern design for mug designs! It comes in both purple and turquoise.

#occasional sweet pool posts #sweet pool #merchendise #cafe collaborations

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powdermelonkeg · 11 months

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mercurygray · 7 months

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Postwar TDS....Ruth and the dress shop she works in please and thank 💕

She gets home and knows she needs a job.

She did everything to get by in Atlantic City, waiting for Joe. Waiting tables, working in an automat, checking coats at a restaurant. All the other girls in the boarding house were war wives, too, waiting for husbands to get home, from the navy or the hospital or who knows where else.

They all talk about medals their husbands won, about battles. Ruth never tells them that she has battles and medals, too. Here she's just Mrs. Toye, from New York, waiting for Joe to finish his rehab. And they talk all the time about after - about houses, about babies, about the jobs their husbands are going to get when they get home. Drive a taxi, or work at the bank, or the factory, or the farm. None of them will work, it seems - they want that normal back, too.

Not Ruth. She has no idea what Joe's going to be able to do. But she knows what she can do, and if that's all they've got, then that's all they've got. She jumped out of airplanes and killed men and won Purple Hearts and she'll be damned if she has to make a man do all the work to keep them together. Why should she worry about the future - it's just borrowing trouble.

It's just by accident they all discover she can sew. Someone's sleeve nearly comes off before the in-laws are in town, and Ruth flies into action. You'd never know anything was wrong, the ladies all say. Better than it was before.

Suddenly everyone has mending to do, and Ruth lets the coat check job go so she can keep up - for a modest fee, of course. But she's still waiting tables and making sandwiches. A paycheck is a paycheck. Who can live on taking in mending?

Back in New York, there are always spots for waitresses. She takes the late shift at a diner down the street, fills in at the counter at a deli a couple of days a week. The old neighborhood doesn't quite welcome her back with open arms, but what was she expecting, marrying a Catholic? Joe keeps filing out job applications and she never says a word on her way to work. It'll work out, one day. It'll come.

One day there are two women at the deli counter, talking about how the seamstress down the street can't find good help - my dress for Georgie's bar mitzvah not done yet! But who else would I ask? Her daughter says she doesn't want the business, and the son in California! A shame.

She sees the shop on the way home - a little basement studio, the front window half-visible from the street. There's a dress in the window the color of orange sherbet, with a nice big bow on the front. I could do that, Ruth thinks. The bell over the door dings as she comes in - the only sound in the place. It feels like walking into an ambush. And Ruth knows she should be scared…but she's not. She's a long way past being scared of anything.

"I hear you're looking for help," she announces to the silver-haired woman behind the counter. "My name is Ruth Toye, and I can sew just about anything."

The woman raises an eyebrow at the name. "Toye sounds English," she says.

"And the Megillot says Ruth was a good daughter to her mother," Ruth says straight back in her best Yiddish. The seamstress doesn't seem to have an argument for that.

They agree on a time tomorrow morning. Ruth walks home feeling on top of the world, better than she's ever felt about sandwiches or slicing deli meat or bussing dishes.

It's something beautiful, she says. I want to put something beautiful into the world. She's still thinking about that dress, how it's ice cream and sunrises and fresh starts. It's late and she and Joe are lying in bed, listening to the traffic in the street outside, her leg hooked up over his side, one hand on his chest.

Like a baby, she adds, before she can stop herself. I want one of them, too.

#post war #ruth shapiro #let ruth have nice things 1946!!

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daretosnoop · 2 years

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What you should eat based on game vibes

Don’t know if someone has already done this but here we go:

SCK/SCK Remastered: PBJ sandwich, grilled cheeses sandwich, deli sandwich, soda in a can by day and glass bottle at night, chips, pigs in a blanket, cheeseits, an apple, milk in those paper cartons, crinkle fries with ketchup mustard mixed

STFD: fruit platters, coffee in a white mug ndwith a 90s logo, sautéed asparagus, stuffed mushrooms, NY pizza ordered late, gyro, sparkling water, strawberry shortcake, NY cheesecake

MHM: meat with a sweet glaze with mashed potato and boiled veggies, Chinese takeout ordered late, apple cider, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, ginger beer, stewed tomatoes

TRT: fondue stand, smoked ham, cebu lechon, pumpernickel bread with brier cheese , jam, jam cookies,hot cocoa, apple cinnamon tea, apple pie, toasted nuts, glazed carrots

FIN: popcorn, taffy, chalk candy, boiled peanuts, roasted corn, red liquorice, unbranded soda, peanut brittle

SSH: fruit platters, fruit drinks in watermelon and papaya, salsa, green salsa, avocados, grilled fish, lemon chicken, rotisserie, tortillas, lemonade, bean soup, barley and chicken in bell peppers, green tomatoes (in any form)

DOG: whiskey, stacked sandwiches (scooby doo style), pickles, banana peppers, fried fish, hot dogs, peach cobbler, blueberry juice, unidentifiable meat in a can stewed slowly over a fire, bread and butter with coffee in the morning

CAR: roasted corn, grilled seafood on a stick, boiled peanuts, cotton candy, ice cream, seafood medley, butter lobster, peach cobbler, aspirin, poutine, fish and chips, vinegar onions, korean corn dogs

DDI: clam chowder, seafood pasta, lemon butter pasta with lobster, steamed clams, rice porridge, blueberry muffins, sherbet, mint tea, coffee in a thermos

SHA: kidney beans stew, steak and potatoes, those tarts your get at bakeries, eggs and bacon with bread to sop up the yolk, hamburger steak with egg, hash browns, diner coffee, pancakes, grits with cheese

CUR: English breakfast, tea, vegetables with no seasoning, stewed chicken,mushy peas, cold cheese deli meats on bread, lamb chops, a ceramic jar of cookies kept just out of reach, hot milk before bed with a chocolate, ale

TRN: ratatouille, glazed veggies, pasta with a rue sauce, béchamel, fruit cocktail, gin and tonic, roasted potatoes, garlic bread, cherries, peach cobbler, smoked meats, fried chicken

CLK: peaches and cream, coffee with biscotti, illegal champagne, ribs, fried eggplant with marinara sauce, biscuits in gravy, rye bread, cherry tomatoes, crisp lettuce, grilled zucchini, stewed tomatoes, soft pretzels, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, iced tea

CRE: fish baked over a fire wrapped in banana leaves, pineapple salsa, grilled veggies on sticks, shrimp, any type of rice dish (jallop, pulao, spanish rice, fried rice etc.), citrus soda/lemonade, upside down pineapple cake, poke bowls

DAN: hot croissant with jam on one side and butter on the other, crème brûlée, mint tea, lavender cake, champagne, onion soup, charcuterie board, coq au vin, spinach soufflé, lobster bisque

ICE: honey cake, pancakes with maple syrup, grilled salmon with a maple syrup glaze served with wild rice and green beans, dijon mustard on bread, cranberry sauce, roast turkey, sweet potatoes

CRY: grilled seafood with cajun seasoning, beignets, doberge cake, couche couche with hotsauce, oysters, gin fizz, cognac, sherry, cafe au lait, dulce de leche, trout, seafood pie, crawfish, jambalaya, gumbo, red velvet cake

VEN: cappuccino, pasta with garlic and parmigiana, Neapolitan pizza, olives and capers, anchovies over bread, fried eggplants (no batter) in olive oil, rosemary and thyme infused oil with bread,

HAU: potatoes in every which way but especially roasted and mashed with butter, shepherds pie, mint tea, boiled peas, lamb chops, bread dipped in fresh buttermilk, Irish stew, sweet bread, Irish breakfast tea

RAN: cut fruit and grilled fish in a hallow pineapple, wild rice, ham or poultry with pineapple glaze, crackers, flatbread with grilled shrimp curry, coconut based curries, rotisserie style poultry, chutneys, apricot jam, jelly

WAV: croissants with orange marmalade and butter, mutton curry with jasmine rice, saffron rice with creamy chicken stew, sushi, seafood pasta, fruit bowls, overnight oatmeals, loaded potatoes, late night peanut butter snacking

TOT: Wisconsin cheese, vinegar pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, (all the pies from the Waitress), scrambled eggs with coffee, buttermilk soaked fried chicken, steak and potatoes, cornbread, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate dipped orange flavoured ice cream, steak and kidney pie

SAW: green tea, soba noodles, clear soups, pickled veggies, salmon on wheat crackers, roasted chestnuts, coffee spiced with oranges and cinnamon, sesame crackers (sweet and salty both), and yes, ramen

CAP: deli meats, assorted bread, honey mustard, butter, romadeur, dumplings, hollandaise sauce, fried potatoes (different styles), sausages, drumstick, cheese sticks, blanched vegetables, green apple sauce, custard, black forest cake

ASH: confetti cake, angel cake, BLT sandwiches, Caesar salad, lemon pasta, dill pickles, potato salad, quesadillas, steak, BBQ, deep dish pizza, carrots in ranch, chips, banana split

TMB: shawarma, falafel, cucumber salad, tahini, humus, garlic pita, grilled veggies, rice and spices baked in an earthen pot, kabob, grilled seafood, saffron rice, baklava, pistachio ice cream, date milkshake, beer

DED: vinegar chips, ice cold water, coffee from a dispenser in a styrofoam cup, stale snacks from a vending machine, peanut butter crackers, cheese crackers, baked goods in the morning, pad thai, fast food pizza, salad bar, trail mix

GTH: pecan pie, peach cobler, ground nuts, fried chicken, cheesy garlic bread, pimento cheese, chewy meat, BBQ, lemonade, sherry, gin, crawfish, pulled pork, rolls, soul food

SPY: haggis, mutton chops, Danish pastries, salmon with dill, pheasant, dundee cake, clam chowder, shortbread, coffee, Lincoln logs, smoked meats, clotted cheese, crackers, oatmeal with raisins, ale, whisky

MED: sushi, lemon grass tea, wheat grass shots, roasted sweet potato and yams with spices, pumpkin and squash stews, broiled veggies, rutabaga mash, rhubarb pie, steamed clams and mussels, truffle pasta

LIE: feta on bread with honey drizzle, greek yogurts with fresh cut fruit, fresh mozzarella over chicken salad, gyro, lamb rotisserie, shawarma, collared greens, pan fried seafood, steamed fish with lemon, carrot salad, pickled veggies, kefir, rice pudding

SEA: seafood buffet cooked every which way, skyr, salmon and haddock boiled with potatoes, dried seafood on bread, mutton soup, rice pudding, clear broth, veggie stew, mashed potatoes

#nancy drew #food #food based on game aesthetics

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thewitchesbrewletter · 3 months

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Granita di limone

One cannot speak of Sicily and lemons without a mention of lemon granita, an intensely refreshing sweet-sour frozen confection of sugar mixed with water, lemon juice and rind. Sicilians' passion for granita is such that many eat granita even for breakfast, often accompanied by a soft roll called brioscia, or brioche. In a traditional cafe or bar, with or without brioche, in every season and at any time of day or night, waiters serve up elegant glass dishes with pale yellow scoops of the island's signature delight, granita di limone.

On Sicily's eastern side this passion is connected not only to the coast's prolific lemon groves but also to Europe's most active volcano, Mount Etna. Along with plumes of smoke and slow-moving lava flows, the mountain is known for its snow. Before refrigeration, snow provided an astonishing and invaluable source of cold in the relentless scorch of summer. In ancient times Greeks and Romans packed snow into caves on Etna's slopes and withdrew it as needed to chill their wine. Snow merchants profited from Etna's natural cold power into the 1940s, collecting snow from the grottos every night and hauling it in horse-drawn carts down the mountain to Catania, where it was used to preserve food and make ice cream.

The island's earliest Arab residents must certainly have employed Mount Etna's snow for their delicious slushy drink called sarbat or sharbat. A cold fruit-sugar syrup, it was consumed between courses to refresh the palate and likely evolved into the sweet ice we call sorbet or sherbet. Yet it is only legend that sorbet and gelato were born in Sicily during the Arab reign, since real ice cream was not made until the endothermic principle of putting salt on ice was introduced around 1650. Granita, however, is not a true ice cream but a kind of frozen lemonade, and its origin is probably much older, enjoyed long before ice cream was invented. Lemons and sugar, both native to India and Persia, formed a natural marriage of sweet-tart tastes, and the most natural concoction one could make was simply to combine the two.

– Toby Sonneman, Book - Lemon: A Global History

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Smooth Gelato | Star Wars, Anakin x Padmé

Summary: Anakin and Padmé take their children out for a small sweet treat.

Word Count: 743

No Warnings Apply

A/N: This is entirely a fluff piece that I felt a small urge to write and originally posted to my AO3 account since we don't get to see Anakin and Padmé interacting with their children in canon. (A huge, darn shame if you ask me.)

Albeit my first story with these characters, I hope I did them justice. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts and check out my other work. Thank you very much for reading! ~~ Debbie Anniversary xx 💙

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"You really wanted to order the same thing as me?" Anakin regarded Padmé from across the table, his eyes reflecting a brief seriousness before softening into a tender smile.

She returned the expression, steadily losing herself in his dark eyes and admiring how his wavy hair perfectly framed his face.

"If I hadn't, I would've been jealous," she laughed softly.

Anakin's smile grew a little wider. He started to reach across the table to gather her hand up in his when running footsteps approached the booth.

Luke and Leia, returning from the bathroom, squeezed in on either side of their parents. Anakin squirmed as Luke, struggling to get comfortable, pushed him towards the window. Meanwhile, Leia opposite gently crawled up next to her mother, who was laughing at the display across from them. Anakin smiled awkwardly as he ruffled Luke's hair just as the waitress stopped by with a metal tray heavy with four glass dishes.

"All righty, I have two orders of Bantha milk gelato, one chocolate ice cream, and one raspberry sherbet."

The two little ones stared wide-eyed as she placed the sweets before them.

"Thank you," Anakin and Padmé said in unison to the waitress as she departed then locked eyes with each other again.

Without hesitation, Luke and Leia respectively dug into their desserts of chocolate and sherbet. Anakin picked up his spoon, twirling it effortlessly through the air as he watched Padmé scoop up a small bit of her frozen Bantha milk.

After that first bite passed her lips, Anakin reached over to mess with his wife, trying to take a large scoop out of her bowl for himself. Padmé knocked her spoon against his several times, fighting him off as she laughed at him.

Leia stopped with her sherbet hovering in mid-air and her mouth slightly agape in surprise as she observed them. Meanwhile, Luke on the opposite side cheered his father on with chocolate smeared across his face.

Anakin eventually succeeded and ate his spoils with a stupid, cheeky grin. Padmé immediately returned the favor as her husband tried to go for Luke's ice cream next, with the latter turning away from him and guarding his bowl with an acute whine.

Leia remained rather quiet throughout their shenanigans, then she glanced between her dessert and her father.

"You can have some of mine, Da," she said as she moved her sherbet closer to him.

Anakin met her eyes and was about to decline when Padmé encouraged him with a discrete nod towards Leia, who beamed at him with a tiny smile.

"Thank you, my little moon," he said as he took the smallest of spoonfuls from her bowl.

Luke saw this and quickly shoved his ice cream back towards his father, not wanting to be left out.

"Try some of mine too!" he suddenly demanded.

Anakin let out a hearty laugh, and Padmé joined him. A sense of bliss emanated from their table as the mirth from all four lifted in the air, spreading through the ice cream parlor like the soft radiating light from twin burning suns.

The evening soon drew to a close. They finished their ice cream and gathered their things, stepping outside into the crisp air. Luke and Leia raced each other from the front entrance to the tiny starship parked in the distance. Anakin started to follow them, but Padmé held him back with a slight tug of his arm. A soft beep chirped through the night as she unlocked the cargo bay door for the two little ones charging ahead of them. As the hatch slid open to the asphalt, Padmé wrapped a hand around the back of Anakin's neck, briefly catching him off guard.

His hands found her hips as her touch sent faint, rippling shivers through him. Her delicate fingers danced on the nape of his neck before entangling themselves in his hair. She rubbed her nose against his, a thin breeze slipping between them before her mouth pressed to his, quickly but deeply kissing him under the black expanse sparkling with tiny diamonds. She pulled away and met his smile as her fingers entwined with his. Together, they sauntered over to the starship with little Luke and Leia scampering up the ramp. The little ones paused only for a moment on the incline to wave back to their parents, calling for them to hurry as they moved through the lot. Two dark silhouettes framed by shimmering starlight.

#anakin x padme #fanfiction #fluff #cross posted on ao3 #child luke skywalker #child leia organa #star wars #my fic

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