#*eats another home-made cookie* 🍪

[pseudowho]

If by "soft life" you mean I'm always going to be a bit plump and emotionally fragile, then yes

[malicedragoness]

Ok, but what if Syzoth can transform into an actual lizard? Not a Zaterran (is this what they’re being called now?), but like a monitor lizard or an iguana. And he can accidentally change back when he’s caught off guard.

(Not proof read. We die like men. And if you can guess the 80s movie reference you get a cookie 🍪)

@bihansthot Syzoth fluff 🤗

Imagine it:

Syzoth only turns into an iguana when he’s extremely weak and is trying to hide from whoever is pursuing him.

He’s got gashes on him, he’s cold, and has been starving. He can’t hold his form anymore. He transforms and climbs into a tree to hide and make himself small. He tries to stay invisible until they’re gone, but it’s getting too difficult.

Once his pursuers are gone, he decides to rest there and falls asleep. Hours later, he wakes up when he hears a noise.

That’s when Syzoth meets you. You climbed a ladder to pick apples from the tree he’s hiding in. He continues to watch you, ready to transform and jolt if he has to. He’s still not sure if he’s able to. Everything hurts and he feels weak to his bones.

But the longer he watches you pick apples and sing to yourself, he realizes you’re not a threat. Your voice is lovely to his ears. Your hair is so pretty he wants to touch it. Everything about you, your body language and scent, seems so soft and gentle.

When you climb further up and get to his branch, you let out a surprise yelp when you see him.

“Oh my god! Are you ok, little guy?”

Syzoth couldn’t help but laugh internally. He must look horrible being surrounded in green blood. But your wide eyes and sweet voice was so cute.

“Are you alive?” He blinks when you reach to touch his nose.

You look at him and then down to the ground for a few minutes, contemplating your next move. You turn back and pet his nose again. “I’m going to pick you up and take you home, ok? Please let me help you. And please don’t bite me!”

Syzoth closed his eyes shut, pain searing through his body as you carefully pick him up. You settled him against your chest, his claws hooked onto your shirt, little tears already forming, and blood staining your shirt. He did his best to not sink his claws into your flesh, but the pain was making it hard to concentrate.

You climbed down the ladder, as slowly as you can, repeating “Please don’t bite me. Please don’t bite me. Please don’t bite me.” Once you were down the tree, you put him in your basket and took him home.

You spent the next few hours researching everything an iguana needs to survive. You bought a heat lamp, some fruits and greens, giant fake rocks. You’re not sure if you just throw the greens at him or cut them up to make it easier for him to eat. But you’re trying your best.

Syzoth watches you put a bowl of greens and fruits in front of his face and stare at him. If only he could tell you that he would be fine in a few days and all of this wasn’t necessary. Although, he did appreciate all the kind gestures.

After seeing you cry about him not eating the food and worrying about him dying, Syzoth decides to eat the food you prepared for him. His gentle heart couldn’t handle your tears, and it made him happy to see your face light up.

As the days go by, Syzoth lounged on his fake rocks, ate all the food you gave him, and watched you go about your daily routine. You kept calling him ‘Zammis’, and he had no idea what that meant.

He’s healed, but he’s had such a lovely time being with you that he doesn’t wish to go. He knows it’s wrong, keeping this secret from you. But you’re so happy with him there, he couldn’t bear the thought of you crying again.

You fed him his greens while watching a movie. (Another favorite thing of his to do, watching the moving pictures in the giant screen). A princess on the screen kissed a frog and he turned into a prince. You sighed and complained about how unrealistic that is.

Then your face filled Syzoth’s vision.

“Are you a prince, Zammis?”

Syzoth blinked. Then you leaned in further and kissed his nose.

Syzoth’s heart leapt in his throat. And suddenly he’s back in his human form, sitting in front of you on floor. Your hand still holding his bowl of greens and eyes wide as saucers.

“Z-Zammis?”

“Actually, it’s Syzoth, princess.” He said shyly.

[soggywaffles6]

🍪 6th Virtue - Prologue Part 2 - My bestie 🍪

𝓝𝓸 𝓟𝓞𝓥:

Chocolate Cinnamon and Shadow Milk embark on their long journey to The Dark Lands. It's a 7 day trip and the two are going by foot. They brought everything they need except...

Chocolate Cinnamon 🍪 : Sleeping bags?! How did you forget them?? I thoroughly remember that I told you to pack them! Where are we supposed to sleep now? We can't go home. Or Mystic's gonna go pyshco!

Shadow Milk looks thoughtfully for a moment and claps his hands with a happy expression.

Shadow Milk 🍪 : We can sleep right here! (Points to ground) under the stars! It'll be so cool! I tried it before! It was great. I got to map out the Cookie Galaxy before going to bed!

Chocolate Cinnamon 🍪 : I don't know. The ground is so... Dirty. And muddy. Ewgh. (Exactly like ME. Cannot stand laying or sitting on grass or dirt. To me. It's just wrong.)

Shadow Milk 🍪 : Yeah no kidding Sherbert Holmes (I don't even know😅) the ground is made up of dirt. Of course its gonna be dirty. We have to sleep somewhere. So it's either my way or the highway, star.

Chocolate looks around but soon realizes that Shadow is right. She sighs and puts her bag down. Shadow smiles excitedly and Chocolate chuckles to herself at her best friend's childish behavior. Both cookies sit down, Chocolate needing more encouragement than anticipated but soon sat down on the ground. The stars soon made their entrance in the sky and before long the whole night sky was covered with bright stars. Like glitter on a black paper. Shadow looked up at the sky with the diamond like stars reflecting in his eyes. Chocolate looked up in amazement at the wonderful view.

Chocolate Cinnamon 🍪 : That's not something you see every day, is it?

Shadow Milk 🍪 : (gazes at Chocolate) Actually, it is. A star is standing right in front of me.

Chocolate slightly blushes at his words and smiles softly. She embraces Shadow happily and lies down. Both cookies are out like a candle. Both peacefully sleeping like children. But alas, nothing lasts forever.

(Dream of Chocolate Cinnamon)

All the virtues are yelling at each other and are causing havoc. Chocolate Cinnamon looks terrified and tries to protect the mortal cookies. Suddenly a big flash and explosion occurs. Chocolate falls to the ground, hitting her head hard. The other 5 virtues are imprisoned by magic forks that turn in to trees. The mortal cookies drag Chocolate away from the chaos and lie her down on a bed. Then. Darkness...

(In the morning)

Shadow Milk 🍪 : (faintly) Wakey wakey eggs and bakey! It's time for the sleeping beauty to arise! (Thanks for the idea : Awita_megustaelanime )

Chocolate wakes up and looks around at her surroundings, unsure if her dream was reality. Shadow hands her a snack bar to eat and helps her up. They get back into the path to The Darklands. However, Chocolate is curious, what did that dream mean?

(Present day)

A cookie looks at her cracked picture with Shadow Milk, her eyes filled with lost memories and regrets. She whispers to herself, sadness evident in her voice.

??? : Where did it all go wrong?

A/N: So... It's fluff with a pinch of angst. Don't worry there will be lots of angst eventually but this was kinda fun to make. It was cute too. BUT I need help. Who do you guys want to be the love interest of Chocolate??

A. Shadow Milk 🍪 (my personal favorite)

B. Burning Spice 🍪 (I'll try to make him romantic)

C. Pure Vanilla 🍪 (just an option)

D. Another OC 🍪 (Least favorite option but... Still an option. I'll just make another character by hand.)

Also what do you want to call Chocolate Cinnamon Cookie? (Cuz I don't want to use her full name)

A. Chocolate ❤️

B. Cinnamon 🩷

C. Star 💛

Comment which ones you want and I'll comply. Thanks for reading! You can request a oneshot if you want. Vote, comment, and follow! Have a nice day/night!

Sincerely, Soggy Waffles 6 🥞🧈🧇

Word Count: 673

[wheels-of-despair]

We Wheels You A Merry Christmas

Behold! A compilation of Christmas Fics by Wheels!

(Under the cut made of emojis, 'cause it's kind of a lot.)

🎄🎅🎄🤶🎄💍🎄🐧🎄🩰🎄🍪🎄☕🎄📕🎄

🎅Eddie Munson🤶

Wrapping Paper Eddie thinks he's here to hang out while you wrap presents, but you have something else in mind.

The Family Holiday It's December of 1985, and Evil Woman is ready to spend her first real Christmas with Eddie… why is he being weird about it?

I Promise Eddie gives Evil Woman something special during a quiet moment together on Christmas Morning '85.

It's a Wonderful Life (Even in Hawkins) What would the lives of Eddie Munson's loved ones look like if he didn't exist? (Inspired by It's a Wonderful Life. It gets a little dark.)

🐧Billy Knight🐧

Damn Those Penguins You impulsively buy matching pajamas and overreact at the thought of becoming One of Those People.

All I Want for Christmas Is You 'Twas only the night before Christmas, but you already have everything you want.

Christmas Treats Billy's doing a little Christmas baking, but not the kind you'd expect.

🎄Ralph Penbury🎄

The Other Dance A flashback to Ralph and the future Mrs. Penbury's first kiss at the Christmas Ball.

Christmas in July Mr. and Mrs. Penbury get another chance at a perfect kiss under the mistletoe at an unexpected time of the year.

Keeping Us Awake You and Ralph receive a pair of tickets to the Nutcracker Ballet as a Christmas gift, an event neither of you really wants to attend… how ever will you stay awake?

Home Alone Together Ralph made his family disappear! (A long one-shot set in Penbury Manor at Christmastime, inspired by Home Alone.)

🍪Michael🍪

Get the Fuck Out of My Kitchen Michael's being a pain in the ass while you attempt to make Christmas cookies. You decide to return the favor.

I Care Enough You give Michael the best Christmas present ever.

☕Tom Grant☕

Eat, Drink, and Be Merry It's been a year since the events of Enough, and you and Tom have an office Christmas party to attend.

📕Leonard Bast📗

What You Deserve Once upon a time, a boy walked into a bookshop... and the girl who worked there fell in love with him. A Christmas fix-it in four parts.

[supersabbatical2024]

4/20/24: Pastries tasted to date… Un Brioche de sucre, deux cookies au chocolat 🍪 🍪, trois Palmiers, trois crèpes et beaucoup des croissants 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 Très bien pour cinq jours? Ok, that basically means that eating pastry has been one of our top priorities since we got here 5 days ago. Bien sur, some of my middle and high school French is coming back to me, dans mon 🧠, mais je ne parle Francais avec ma bouche… I can read and get the gist of the words, I can listen and understand the gist of the words, but speaking aloud is just a mental block for me. I just freeze and go blank. Meanwhile, Claude learned some French from his Japanese mom some 40+ years ago, and he is better than I am at ordering lunch! Maybe when I come back and live here for 6 months, I will have a break-through… 👀

We heard good news about Oreo yesterday, and my son is taking great care of mom, so all is holding steady on the home front, knock wood…😬

Today, we walked through several street markets of fresh flowers, spices, as well as fruit and produce. We have passed through a different street market pretty much every day, in one spot or another here in Aix. We have enjoyed buying boxes of gorgeous shiny fraises 🍓and framboises to eat while we walk around and around this town… At my request, we are trying another Thing on this sabbatical…I always liked the idea of traveling and staying put in one place rather than moving every few days or so—the idea is to feel like I am getting to know “my neighborhood.” I thought it could make us feel more like we’re living here than if we popped around hotel to hotel. We are only 3 weeks, so it’s LIKE we are living here, but without having to actually figure out too many real life things except Where and What to Eat. But also Where to Go for Groceries, and whether I can actually buy French Onion Dip here (not that I can see!). BUT part of “kind of like” living here is also cooking at home, so I was on a mission at the street market today.

Here’s how it went: We were people-watching this morning as we ate our croissant and cinnamon roll at a tiny cafe table outside at Weibel Patisserie (a pretty famous place I’m told). We each sipped a “cafe luong” (deux, actually—I guess I drink strong black coffee now. Bzzzzz), while we sat practically in the street (trucks and older ladie’s roller grocery bags were millimeters apart and nobody but us gasped!). It’s Saturday (Samedi), and everyone was holding their big shopping baskets or trailing their rollie bags behind them. Older couples seemed to be out shopping together, sharing the load, and EVERYONE had giant LEEKS sticking out of their bags!! Perhaps there was a sale at the street market, or perhaps Leeks are very French, which I did not really know. But now I wanted to achèter les poireaux…I wanted to buy the leeks! Claude unwittingly threw down a challenge, noting that he has always LOVED Potato/Leek soup…I’m not sure he believed I could/would actually follow through, but I grabbed the leeks, potato, et bien sur, l’herbes de Provence!!! We stopped at the Casino supermarchè for chicken broth (another item Not to Be Found in two grocery stores we checked, only vegetale ou bouillon…what is that about??). We got home and Claude went off to read on the back patio in the sun ☀️ while I cooked up Le Soup De Jour: Potato et Poireaux…Voila, Je suis une chef Francaise!!! (Yeah No). I even made a cooking video (not my first if you must know! Just NOT widely distributed due to their silliness). You can find it posted…NOWHERE 😝

We will see how this whole “hanging out in one place” works out…It’s only been 5 days, and I feel like I have already found my favorite Palmier. I’ve also been to the snazzy automated Nespresso store several times (I get it, Europe! I really doo!) So much more to master, though, and tomorrow is a travel day. We are actually getting up early to drive to an antique market about an hour away, in Isle Sur La Sourgue. Et maintenant, and now, Claude is cooking at home! Reheating my soup de jour and making his famous salad dressing for a salade avec our last few slices of délicieux jambon 🥗 🍖 Bon soir!! ❤️ 🌙

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

you don't understand how much i love what you do with shanks and the red hair pirates i find it hilarious 😂❤️ and i would like to ask you a bit like what you did with: imagine taking advantage of the fact that most of the red haired pirates have never lived with a woman before, but with the reader who has false eyelashes, i would like to see that please that would make my day ❤️

Tank you love ❤️

Imagine taking advantage of the fact that most of the red haired pirates have never lived with a woman part 3

Author's note: sorry it took so long to get this out ... Uh here's a cookie 🍪

Out at a club

You: *sitting at the bar between Shanks and Benn in a tiny cocktail dress and heels all done up while drinking the fruitiest bitch drink on the menu*

Shanks: *man spreading next to you, eyeing you up like he wanted to eat you* how's your drink, love?

You: *smiles up at him* it's good, needs a little more vodka though.

Benn: *pulls you into his side and squeezes your hip* we can always order you another.

Shanks: *watches your lips locked around the straw and shudders* we'll buy yo as many as you want.

You: *finishes your drink* okay, let me go to the bathroom first.

On your way back

Strange man: oh where you going sweet cheeks? You need some company for the night?

You: I'm good, thanks

Strange man: *pulls you into his chest and grabs your wrist in a tight grip* now don't be that way, I am just being friendly.

You: *yelps when he gives you a sharp shake*

Shanks: *grabs the man's shoulder* hey, you should let her go buddy, she doesn't like that.

Strange man: hey man, fuck off *pushes you in a chair and shoves Shanks* she's fine, she made bedroom eyes at me

Shanks: *laughs it off* trust me when I say those are just how her eyes look

You: you know what? *gets back up and punches the man in the head* I'm not fine!

Strange man: *flinches away from you* fucking psycho bitch. *Storms off*

Benn: you're as protective of the captain as ever

You: would you please stand up for yourself?

Shanks: *now ticked off* I stand up for myself when you and your bedroom eyes and their shapeshifting eyelashes stop attracting these drooling jack asses.

You: I can't help that! And what the fuck do you mean shapeshifting eyelashes?

Shanks: anytime we set foot on an island they double in length and thickness, and I end up getting into fights with strangers because they some how make everyone in your general vicinity horny and I go home with bruises!

You: you wouldn't get bruises if you punched back, and these are fake! *Rips one off*

Shanks: *screams*

Benn: *flicks the ashes off his cigarette and takes a drag, watching you two bicker like it's the best entertainment he's had in weeks*

Lime: ay yo! Do you still have eyelashes?

You: of course I do. And I'm sorry other people don't know how to behave themselves and they attack me. I didn't do anything other than dress up so I felt pretty on a night out with my boyfriends and the crew.

Benn: oooh *knows you won because you're right*

Shanks: *now feels like a dick* and you do look beautiful... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. And you're right, I should stand up for myself. I get jealous watching the dickheads paw and pull at you, and I let it go to my head because I'm afraid one will succeed and you'll want them instead of us.

You: *smiles softly and pulls him against you by his waistband and grabs Benn's hand* well I don't want anyone else, you and Benn give me all the love and *slides your hand up Shanks chest* attention I could ever want. I wanted your attention tonight, not some stranger's.

Benn: ... Perhaps we can give him both of our attention back on the red force?

You: I like that idea

Shanks: *now very excited because he throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the bar with Benn hot on his heels*

The next morning in the kitchen

Shanks: good morning

The crew: *frozen soon as the lock eyes with their captain*

Shanks: what's going on?

Benn: *comes in rubbing his eyes* I drank too much yesterday.

Benn: and Shanks: *make eye contact and realize you put false lashes on them in their sleep*

Benn: *stoic rage*

Shanks: am I a pretty boy, (y/n)? *Bats his eyes at you as he flexes his muscles at you*

You: *giggling*

Yassop: please never do that in our presence ever again.

Benn: (y/n) 5... 4... 3

You: oh shit *runs for it*

Benn: ...2...1 *goes barreling after you*

Yassop: *hears you scream out on deck* aren't you going after them

Shank: huh? Oh no, they're fine. Benn isn't going to hurt her in a way that she doesn't like or consent to *Watches as Benn scoops you up and carries you off through the kitchen door* but you should pull out (y/n)'s seat pillow, she's gonna need it for the next day or two.

Lime juice: *pulls it out and puts it in your chair* (y/n)'s love for punishment is not something I understand.

Shanks: you have to experience it to understand. Fuck, these are are uncomfortable. *Pulls off the lashes and attaches them to a plate so he doesn't loose them* Also (y/n) knew the consequences of putting a pair on Benn. I was just collateral damage or a practice dummy.

[voltageaddict78]

Drabble Challenge #31 - Min Yoongi x reader 🥧 A Touch of Sugar 🍪

Since moving to your new neighbourhood, everyone has been wonderful with helping you settle in such as Namjoon in house number 2, right next to you who was at your place immediately when your moving van pulled up to help you bring it inside. Your neighbour in house number 4 which was on your other side, Jin, had been making you some meals for the last few days since in his words, ‘your kitchen can’t possibly be in a state to cook in so soon after moving in and I will not have you ordering takeout’. He’s such a mum.

You’ve met everyone so far but the last person you met and probably the one you see the least is in house number 6. Min Yoongi. According to Namjoon, he’s a musician but because of that he spends most of his time in his studio at work rather than home. Occasionally though, they will send him home because he’s working to hard and when he arrives at your door for a second to drop off a tin of blueberry muffins and make his leave, you found out something very interesting - he’s a stress baker.

What with costs and such, Yoongi isn’t allowed to install a studio in his own house and he had to do something to busy himself otherwise he would be freaking out about his new song like crazy. That’s why a few days every month, he would appear at your door with fantastic bakes but very few words.

Usually it would be the late morning/ early afternoon when he pops by with a tin, basket or box and then by the evening, around five, you spot him outside for one reason or another when you give him the container back along with some compliments. They are so freaking tasty that you can’t stop eating once you’ve had one. So much for new house, new diet!

Today was another example that played out a bit differently than normal. As you were taking the bins out for later, Yoongi comes over on cue with a beautiful, large woven basket filled with your favourite creation of his - lemon cookies.

“Good morning, Yoongi.”

“‘Morning. I brought some more bakes over.”

“I’m glad! The lemon cookies are my favourite!” Handing you the basket, you’re already eager for a taste, not having breakfast yet and they taste scrumptious. “Amazing. So, Yoongi, how’s your song coming along?”

“It’s finished actually,” he answers as monotonous and grumbly as usual.

“Oh! So you just felt like baking?”

“Yeah...” he scratches the back of his neck, staring at the ground as if he’s lost something. “I just know you like the lemon cookies and I wanted to make you some.” Aw, that’s so sweet!

“Thank you, Yoongi! They’re wonderful and I admire how much time and effort you put into them.” His cheeks redden... a lot. However, he’s still able to respond with a vague nod. Taking one of the cookies he made, you offer him one. “I would hate to think you made all of this labour just for me. Please take one, Yoongi.”

“It’s okay. I don’t really like sweet stuff,” he shrugs matter of frankly as if what he just said made any sense whatsoever.

“But... but you bake. You don’t like sweet stuff?”

“I don’t but the guys at work appreciate it. Then seeing how your face lights up when I give them to you makes me happy. The guys at work haven’t had something of mine since you moved into the neighbourhood.” His casual confessions throw you off guard today as you blush with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“R-really?”

“Uh-huh. Just let me know if you want something in particular and I’ll get straight to it.” Aww! Your heart busts the biggest uwu as he gives you a quick wave, shoves his hand into his pocket and heads back to his house as his other hand scratches the back of his neck. Even his ears are turning red.

Retreating to your house, you unpack the last few boxes in the kitchen to plan a meal you can take to Yoongi’s to thank him for his generosity and hopefully you could eat it together.