#cold soup 🍲

[liveyun]

pausing all of my WIPs to cook a personal favourite i decided to take off the Fics Collecting Cobwebs In My Google Doc shelf 👩🏽‍🍳

[liveyun]

joonie as a girl dad. . something in me healed, i dunno

NAMJOON — 'Come back to me' (2024)

[midnightinjapan]

Yall over here whining about it being chilly and dark and I'm like

[heartual]

had the most gorgeous bowl of soup my mom made for dinner earlier still yearning for more

[the-al-chemist]

Guess who

I actually thought that I’d answered this one… oops!

So, I’m currently working procrastinating on a couple of WIPs — namely, From The Vaults and my OG novel, which needs a fresh round of editing. However, I’ve spoken about that one’s playlist a hundred times now, so let’s look at the others!

The FTV shorts I’m focussing on for now are ones for the Ship Weekend. Two of these take place in the run-up to the Celestial Ball in Year 4. For these, I’m taking two songs from my Saga playlists: I Love To Boogie and Dancing in the Moonlight. There’s also one from the Valentine’s Ball in Year 6, so for that I’m choosing Heartache Tonight, which is the song for that fateful night in the Saga playlists. The last one is a KimChi short, the song for which isn’t on the playlists, but is Freedom because it inexplicably has lovesick Jae vibes for me.

I also need to edit a semi-platonic Chartemis short for the Ship Weekend. Seeing as my last Chartemis story took its name from a Smiths song, let’s go for Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want.

The other story that keeps spinning around in my brain atm is another original novel. I’m still at the planning stage right now, but I already know that the songs of Aretha Franklin will be featuring heavily in the playlist. The song that I cannot dissociate from this one in particular is her iconic version of Son Of A Preacher Man.

[liveyun]

thank you SO much for tagging me! love you :D 🩶

favourite colour : . . . ? idk . . i prefer neutral colours . .

last song : the bottom 2 by glorb 🤪

currently reading ? : Mornings in Jenin by Susan Abulhawa

currently watching : are you sure !? (it ended today I’M SO SAD.)

currently craving? : tal er fuluri and thekua

coffee or tea ? : coffee all the way, but you know i survived drinking chai in 53°C 😭

tagging : @weird-bookworm @bts-0t-7 @shadowkoo @back2bluesidex @gimmethatagustd @yoongiphoria

​༉‧₊˚.​ get to know me better !! ♡

— 𝜗𝜚 thank u @cosmiiwrites nd @queenofmistresses for the tags, my lovies <3 i love u both

favorite color? pink!! i love pink!! you know the colour of hello kitty’s bow? pink!! my melo? pink!! my socks rn? pink!! did i mention my favourite colour is pink?

last song? someday - from the zombies soundtrack (banger)

currently reading? i finished the hurricane wars by thea guanzon a few days ago so im using this as an excuse to tell you to read it n i loved it so much but im currently starting (only a chapter in) a feather so black by lyra selene

currently watching? i don’t think i am watching anything… i last watched the zombies movies though… (im not obsessed you are)

currently craving? NOODS ugh i could demolish some noodles rn

coffee or tea? yes.

@nebulacrumbs @blooming-crimson-flower @hellsgreatestslut @lilsleepybear1029 @ustulia tag you’re it <3

[divinit3a]

❄️ frostbite AU! aka yeti, abominable snowman, polar artic---

I love looking through all the wintry, cryptid-y, delightfully artic designs folks have been cooking up :D (like wyervan's yuletide au & fleur's snow park au !!)

much soup to @soupdweller for sillies & chatting to figure out their designs & ... 'quirks?' ... :3c 🍲💛

collection of thoughts & concepts for the curious 👇

Underneath all the fluff is the same ol' twig. They bundle up to stay warm. The pelts add layers of water-resistance as well!

plus, why not just be comfy cozy. . .?

🔧 Tech ⭑ Same body; switch depends on light exposure ⭑ Metal color depends on internal temperature. Moon runs cold; Sun runs warm. ⭑ Functional jaw hinge (aka, can move & open mouth) ⭑ Needs to eat.

🐻‍❄️ Moon ⭑ Out most of the time. Intentionally 'hibernates' during the summer seasons where sunlight is near constant. ⭑ Lethargic, steady, and stubborn. Speaks slowly if at all. A good listener.

🐺 Sun ⭑ Hasn't been out in awhile. . . ⭑ Energetic, gluttonous, and overbearing.

📖 Story Crumbs ⭑ Located near the artic circle at the North Pole-- which means, Polar Bears !!! >:D ⭑ A local legend/myth/cryptid & at least one of them is content to stay that way.

💚

[hokusu]

#dabihawks summer hotpot (suggestive) 🍲

Thinking about Dabi, who eats spicy hotpot in the midst of summer like a psycho because no, he doesn't distinguish with the weather and as far as he's concerned hotpot is made to be enjoyed year round.

For someone with limited feeling throughout his body, eating spicy food to feel something is a no brainer. He loves the way it burns against his tongue and especially loves the numbing of sichuan peppers mingled in with the heat of the savory flavors.

And Hawks, just off patrol sweating buckets from the heat, looks at him like—

“Alright, I know I call you hot stuff, but how and literally why?!”

Hawks goes on a mini rant about how unbearably hot it's been and how he can't stand the heat until Dabi shoves a spoon full of soup and meat, a piece of tofu and mushroom into his shocked mouth.

Instantly, his wings fluff up in the same moment his eyes widen.

And 𝘰𝘩, the clash of different flavors soaked up into the meat and vegetables, the kick of the spice, that's... that's so good, Hawks just out right moans around the spoon.

Dabi stares at him. Hawks stares back. Hawks swallows and... Dabi's still staring.

If Hawks starts coughing next he'll blame it solely on the peppers, not because he's masking the sound he'd accidentally let out.

Dabi slaps him on the back to dislodge his cough and hands him an ice cold ginger beer that Hawks downs without a thought. The cold of the sweet pure ginger burns all the way down his throat right after the spices, his tongue tingling pleasantly and holy shit, that combination, that specific kind of heat... what a fucking chaser.

He addictingly wants more.

Hawks exhales, the sweat prickling against his skin as he looks at Dabi something between insanity and impressed, "You're a goddamn masochist, aren't you?"

Dabi throws his head back and laughs, "What, having my dick pierced didn't give that away?"

And now it's Hawks who stares, lips parted without words. Dabi glances over at him with a look and continues with a smirk, "Right. You haven't seen them yet."

Hawks blinks. Then his brain focuses on those few words like there's no other words in the entire world. Dabi has his dick pierced. He hasn't seen them yet. Yet. Yet.

Is that supposed to mean—

"But say... you're a goddamn slut for food aren't you, birdie?" Dabi finishes smugly.

And of course, Hawks should've known better. There was no way Dabi would let that moan go without a comment.

Hawks refuses to be embarrassed about it though and he doesn't even have it in him to deny that because he is, and he did moan. For food. Right as Dabi spoon fed him.

He loves food, sue him.

Dabi leans in far too close, lips gracing against his ear that fights down the pink that wants to rise in his cheeks, "I kind of like when you moan for food, but what's it like when you moan for me?"

Hawks licks his lips, the trace of heat from the spicy oil still there. He thinks of Dabi's pierced dick and swallows, his eyes fixed on the hotpot before them.

Hunger bubbles in his stomach, a little of both ways, he thinks.

"You could feed me again," Hawks offers.

Dabi wastes no time to spoon a serving of pure soup into his own mouth, before he leans over to tilt Hawks chin beneath his thumb and slots his lips against Hawks'.

Dabi angles himself back, his tongue parsing in between Hawks' parted lips of surprise, the soup carrying over without missing a single drop. It flames against his tongue, the numbing spice coating his palette as Dabi tongues against the roof of his mouth, the heat of his piercing particularly delicious as it slides against him and coaxes him to swallow. As he does, Dabi licks every lingering drop against his lips.

And if Hawks starts thinking about Dabi's pierced dick in the same moment that he moans around the taste?

It's the spicy hotpot. Just hotpot.

[liveyun]

noo don't give up on eyes like star I love itttt

although i wasnt really planning to, there definitely have been moments when i felt demotivated enough to ghost the fic like it didnt exist 😩🙏🏾

[astrronomemes]

THINGS TO DO IN AUTUMN: STARTERS

a collection of starters based around autumnal activities. send an emoji for our muses to do the thing!

Send 🍁 for our muses to rake the leaves together

Send 🎃 for our muses to go to the pumpkin patch together

Send 🌽 for our muses to walk through a corn maze together

Send 🍎 for our muses to go apple-picking together

Send 🍵 for our muses to make apple cider together

Send 🍂 for our muses to jump into a leaf pile together

Send 🌳 for our muses to admire the fall foliage together

Send 🚶 for our muses to go to a fall festival together

Send 🔪 for our muses to carve a pumpkin together

Send 🍲 for our muses to make soup together

Send 📺 for our muses to have a horror movie marathon together

Send 🧺 for our muses to go on a hayride together

Send 🏠 for our muses to visit a haunted house together

Send 👻 for our muses to tell scary stories to each other

Send 🧣 for our muses to help each other bundle up for the cold weather

Send ☔ for our muses to get caught in an autumn rainstorm together

Send 🧶 for our muses to do an autumn / Halloween crafting project together

Send 🥧 for our muses to make a pie together

Send ☕for our muses to make hot chocolate together

Send 🦇 for our muses to dress up for Halloween together

Send 🪣 for our muses to go trick-or-treating together

Send 🎉 for our muses to attend a Halloween party together

Send 🍬 for our muses to eat Halloween candy together

[empty-cryptid]

What's your winter like and what do you enjoy about it?

[bullet-prooflove]

More Charlie Hudson please? I don’t know if you prefer a prompt or if you’re still doing the three items thing?

So either prompt 10) ‘Laughing with my feet in your lap’

or soup 🍲, couch 🛋️, and movie 🎥

(I’m feeling lousy and I want Charlie and Rex to take care of me 😣)

Hi babe,

I’m doing both! Sorry to hear you are sick but don’t worry here’s some Charlie and Rex to take care of you.

Tagging: @kmc1989 @simsyfandomcave @elenavampire21 @amelia-song-pond

Companion piece to:

At First Sight - For Charlie it was love at first sight.

Autumn Leaves - You and Charlie introduce your dogs for the first time.

You’re sick, bad sick, the type of sick that comes with 12 hour naps and cold showers because you keep sweating through your clothes. It’s the flu Charlie tells you but your sure it’s some terrible life ending disease.

“You are so dramatic.” He laughs from the opposite side of the couch. Your feet are in his lap, his hand resting lightly on your ankle as he traces soothing circles over the joint. “Another 24 hours and you’ll be clear of this, I promise you.”

“I don’t believe you.” You say, sagging back into the pillows. “This time tomorrow Mattie and Rex will be digging me a grave out in the backyard and you’ll be laying down flowers.”

“I guess I’ll have to watch the rest of Yellowstone without you then.” Charlie says picking up the remote. “It’s so sad, you’ll never get to know who dies and who survives.”

“You wouldn’t dare watch it without me!” You exclaim, snatching up one of the pillows and tossing it at him.

“You won’t care you’ll be dead.” He points out as you dig your heel into his thigh earning a yelp. Rex’s head raises up from his dog bed in response.

“I’m sorry baby.” You apologise as he regards the two of you suspiciously. “Daddy was just being mean.”

Charlie clears his throat and shifts a little. You know that motion, you’ve been the cause of it for over a year now whenever you suck on a popsicle in front of him or eat a lollipop.

“You like that?” You ask him, nudging him again with your foot. “When I call you daddy?”

He captures your ankle in his hand, his palm pushing the band of your pyjama bottoms up a little higher, sending a flush of exhilaration rampaging through your body.

“I think you are making it awfully hard for me to be a gentleman right now.” He tells you, his eyes filled with heat as he looks at you.

“Daddy kink unlocked.” You mutter as he lifts your legs so he can switch positions on the couch. His body drapes over yours, his hips slotting between your thighs as his lips ghost along the curve of your throat.

“Say it again.” He murmurs, rocking against you so you can feel him, hard and wanting. “Call me daddy again.”

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[watchhisjawdrop]

I wanna draw soup fanart / make printable recipe cards for what people really like, especially if it's stuff most of us would not have heard of before. Please reblog so I can get a bigger sample size, and feel free to tag me in any recipes you really love 🍜🥰

Also, did anyone else have these mugs in their house growing up???? 🥣

[asklarryjohnsonofficial]

pspspsps here ktity kitty

I love your poetry

Gives you warm soup bc its cold af outside rn 🍲🍲🍲🍲🍲

-evan

[ask-mranttenna]

(Soup slowly stirs as the sun rises. The call to consciousness seems almost unfortunate. He's almost relieved that Tenna isn't there, it would have been a long and surely awkward goodbye.

And then he spots the basket. Four cans of soup, enough food to keep him full for a while if he rationed it out carefully enough. The chocolates and champagne- and the flowers-

He covers his mouth softly as he scans through the note, trying to keep his volume low even though there's no one to hear him.

Soup felt like an idiot. Of course a TV host would know how to keep someone hooked. Keep the suspense up, keep things interesting. Keep 'em watching through the commercial break. Keep them wanting more, wanting-

He was in deep. His heart was doing summersaults, not sure whether to be aflight with joy or sinking into his stomach.

Oh, this was such a bad idea. His mouth burned with an unspoken secret. There was something about himself that he hadn't told Tenna, the reason he kept his distance.

That had been Soup's plan, to going back to sticking to the shadows, turning what had been a wonderful night into a one-off, a fond memory that would keep them both warm for years to come.

But Tenna didn't want passive warmth. He wanted the source of heat as close to him as possible.

Soup could understand that. It was why he loved the food soup so much. It kept him very warm on the colder nights here. When the weather was bad, when his roof leaked, when the wind would burrow through the holes in his-

He didn't want to think about it. He grabs the VIP pass, notices the lanyard attached, and hesitates for a moment before slipping it over his neck. It's a bit of a gaudy fashion statement, an obvious flaunting of privilege. But it felt like a shield. An extra layer of protection. He'd earned the right to not be immediately kicked out. That was a blessing.

At that moment, his mind conjured up an image of him and Tenna waltzing. The lighting soft and low, the hushed whispers of people circling around them.

He glances at the end of the note. The phrases 'affectionately yours' and 'I feel as though I could search for you in every lifetime' merrily float around his head, making his brain buzz a little.

Alright. One more night with Tenna. He could manage that, and then he'd slip back into the shadows as he'd originally intended.

He ignored the voice in his head, the one begging him to keep close to Tenna, to mutually bask in the light he provided.

Soup was in too deep. Way in over his head. He smuggled himself and the basket plus flowers out of the studio, hiding them away safely.

The next time Tenna goes into his dressing room, there's a note waiting for him.

"I'm yours for that evening. Terribly rude of you to be this charming. A gentle heads up, it sounds like the event will be black tie, so I'll have to raid your costume department. My usual pinstripe won't cut it. Apologies in advance. I'll have to lay low for a bit, last night was a lot to process. But know that I am thinking of you always. See you Sunday night."

The note is formal, a bit stiff, an attempt at acknowledgement written in a hand that appears to have been trembling. It's an attempt at distance, trying to establish a new normal.

...

But underneath that, on the corner of the page is an imprint of lipstick in the shape of very familiar lips. An arrow points to it that reads, "A promise of things to come, if you're interested.")

-🍲

[[LONG RESPONSE]]

(Magnetising, a singular word defined their current relationship. Two passing ships, one carrying veiled cargo, too private for the other to stumble upon. Mr Tenna couldn’t bear the idea of a push-pull relationship, yet the separation caused an insatiable hunger. The quantity of gifts, sickly sweetness of their notes, starkly contrasting with distant attitudes despite the aching need to draw closer, and the slow cracking of their external personas. Palpable tension and curious interest reeled back to cold detachment. Two passing ships disguised as bad actors. The formality of Soup’s note hit sharp and direct, the conclusion twisting the prior message into a promise Tenna yearned so desperately to come to fruition. Weekdays intensified in stress level, the CRT drowned himself in work as a distraction, seemingly more talkative with employees, surprising them with his exaggerated, jovial and proud demeanour. Game shows evolved into bombastic theatrical masterpieces. Of course this was an elaborate foil, bubbling under the surface was a heartfelt need to relive the night he basked in open-ended sensitivity. The urge formed his heart into tacky molasses confined in glass. He shielded these feelings, but it was only a matter of time before someone whipped off the sheet, exposing this selfish act publicly. Then it would seep into every facet of his waking life, permanently altering his career. Was it ego-driven? Did he only pamper Soup due to the affirmations he’d received, or did Tenna have the capacity to fall in love again?

Love. It was a word he used so frequently in television that it’s meaning became desaturated. It bled out constantly, surely he hadn’t rung it dry with overuse. Past experiences made him wince, a previous relationship had him head over heels, thriving on affection and praise, only to be stood up at the end of the line. Mr Ant Tenna vowed, from that moment on, he’d no longer be a dog, kicked in the ribs, yet pathetically whimpering for treats. No more settling for bottom of the barrel bullshit, but when your self worth is external, what do you expect?

After uncovering the identity of his admirer, Tenna tormented himself with the foolish idea of furthering the relationship. They’d only met twice, those encounters generously spaced apart. Imprudently casting aside his duties that night, demanding staff cover for him (after all, he hired them to exceed their role when necessary) solely to create space for a man so mysterious and cocky, feverishly drawn in by his stand-offish attitude. It reminded him of someone he’d rather forget. That thought quickly diminished by the gentle, caring side of Soup. His admirers attention to detail, gentleness and physical contact in spite of prior anonymity. Even when grumbling under his breath, he allowed softness to seep through. The problem Soup had to begin with, allowing himself to be spoilt, temporarily melted away in the arms of a TV giant.

Absence became a game, just as it was in the dressing room, to coax feelings out and leave them bare. Aware of the power he possessed (his capability to completely dominate a space with his presence alone), Tenna became somewhat drunk on the idea that he was immovable. Television was everywhere, even after the golden era, he had longevity. For now, at least.

Copious decorations flooded the studio, even has a still image, Tenna was everywhere. Glaring from garlands, plastered to the side of cups, slapped to posters. His existence intoxicating, impossible to escape. Just as he liked it. The anniversary of TV Time was tonight. In the back of the limousine, sprawled a television tipsy from champagne, shrunk with nerves. Hoping for once, he wasn’t at the mercy of his emotions. Wishful thinking. Feigning composure, he swirled the flute, gulping a generous volume of sparkling alcohol. Tonight he’d brush up against the stars, bask in the attention of fans, and show of fanciful footwork. His outfit looked much the same as on-air, yet the colours muted to accommodate the formal theme. Shocking red and yellow mellowed to a sultry burgundy and classy metallic gold tie. Colleagues arrived in separate transportation. He considered hitching a ride with Ramb, who could handle his liquor, abandoning the idea in favour of thoughtful solitude. Calm before the storm.

Mr Tenna couldn’t view much of TV World from the privacy glass, buildings and bulb-lights for picture houses whizzed past, hazy and dreamlike. Unfurling the letter from his pocket, Tenna took extra care in preserving the lipstick print. Studying the handwriting, he flipped the page where the stain had pressed the paper. He sighed, breath shaky and drew the paper up to his lips, pressing them to the mark. His lips reeled back, paper slightly wet. Tenna exhaled warmly, expensive champagne scenting the page.)

What am I thinking… he won’t show. This is so ridiculous.

(The chauffeur chimed up, their voice snapping Tenna from his act. Flustered, he rapidly retreated the paper to his jacket.)

Sir, we’re just parking up now. Thank you for travelling with us, have a marvellous evening. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!

[shallowseeker]

y’all

it was cold outside today

that means it’s officially soup season!!!!

🍲 🍜 🥣