#gizmo cookie

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INTRO

i decided to remake my intro :)

BUT I still need to make a fandom list

soooo.....

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[mysteria-girl]

Happy Halloween to you all 🎃🎊🎉😊

May your Halloween be the best ever ^^

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Made another Cookieee, I may have hinted at her before (:

Franzbrötchen Cookie (A supposed german cinnamon croissant) is a weapon-smith, and is the one who made Mochi Donut Cookie's 'Battenburg Blaster'.

They/ She pronouns. They're a chirpy and happy cookie who loves tinkering and coming up with gizmos. Always has a big smile on their face!

They're possibly a long distant relative to Croissant Cookie... though it could just be a coincidence.

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He Hung Up (Christmas)

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: “Christmas is literally in a few days, is the plan for them to stay through Christmas as well?”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 6k+

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Sam trudged up the stairs to her apartment, sighing as she got her keys ready. She just got off a long shift and wanted nothing more than to just relax. She wasn’t big on Christmas, but she was looking forward to the time off and spending time with her sister, it had been a long time since they got to spend Christmas together. Sam doesn’t really count last year because there was still a lot of recovering from Ghostface going on. She knew this year wouldn’t be perfect, but she was hoping it might be better, maybe she and Tara could make new memories and Christmas could become something they enjoyed again. She knew she was part of Tara’s dislike of the holidays, first their dad left and then Sam left. Sam had a lot of make-up to do.

The college was already on winter break but given Sam’s job she hadn’t gotten to spend any time with her sister, she barely got started on her Christmas shopping. Chad and Mindy left the first day of break, which happened to be the day after Tara’s birthday. Sam was glad the twins got to spend Tara’s birthday with her, it ended up being a fun night. The next day they flew back to California to spend the break with their mom. They all agreed to do a Christmas together when the twins got back, which just meant Sam had more time to pick something good out for them. She was hoping to get a little input from Tara, she wanted to do something football related for Chad and horror related for Mindy but despite her father being a serial killer that spawned a popular horror franchise she didn’t know shit about horror.

Danny also flew back to his hometown to be with his parents. So, the only thing keeping Sam from getting to spend the holidays alone with her sister was you. As Sam’s keys jingled, unlocking her apartment, she heard what she had been hearing every day since the break started, you. You had been over every day since the break started. The only good thing was that most days you left and went back to your own apartment, not that it mattered because you stayed all night and then were back by morning, sometimes Sam was eating breakfast, and you were already there, knocking on the door. Sam was trying to be nice though, it was the holidays and she’d hopefully have Christmas Day just her and her sister.

When Sam pushed open the door, she saw you and Tara curled up on the couch watching a movie as you not so quietly talked to each other. Sam glanced at the TV to see Gremlins playing. “Gremlins?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, looking at her like it was the most obvious choice for them to be watching. “It’s the best Christmas movie.”

Sam was taken aback giving you a look like you had two heads. “How is-”

“Don’t,” Tara tried to warn her.

“That a Christmas movie?” Sam continued her question.

“Well, you see Samantha,” you started, earning a quick glare from Sam, she hated when someone called her Samantha. “Gizmo,” you pointed to the little fuzzy guy who was currently on the screen, “was a Christmas present.” You clasped your hands together as if you were presenting a project. “The whole movie takes place around Christmas time. They’re decorating the tree, making Christmas cookies, and the gremlins even dress up like carolers.” You let out a satisfied huff at the end of your reasoning.

“But people are attacked and some of them even die,” she tried to argue. She wasn’t sure why she was playing into your game.

“People are attacked in home alone, but everyone considers that a Christmas movie,” you fired back.

“But there’s no death!”

You scoffed, waving off the claim. “Gremlins only has off screen deaths, those don’t count. Also, all that shit Kevin did? Those two guys should have been dead.”

“Whatever,” Sam said shaking her head. She saw your reasoning and it was pretty logical, not that she’d ever tell you that. She still wasn’t sure if she’d considered it a Christmas movie.

Sam tossed her stuff down and made her way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what she could make for dinner. “Oh,” Tara called out from the kitchen. “Can Y/N stay for dinner?”

Sam sighed, closing the fridge, and moving to stand in the doorway. “Again?” Sam asked some of her annoyance from the week slipping in.

“Yeah?” Tara asked, turning to face Sam. “What’s the issue?” Tara wasn’t glaring at Sam, yet, but Sam could hear the slight annoyed tone. Tara always got that tone when she didn’t get her way, specifically when it came to you.

“They’ve been here an awfully lot this week,” Sam started, keeping her voice as neutral as possible.

“So? It’s Christmas break.”

“That doesn’t mean they have to spend every second of every day here.” Sam ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “They’re usually just leaving by the time I’m going to bed and then they’re back knocking on the door before I leave for work.”

“So what?” Tara was now on her feet, arms crossed and glaring at Sam. “You haven’t been home, and I don’t feel like spending all day alone. Who cares if they’re here all day?”

“Christmas is literally in a few days, is the plan for them to stay through Christmas as well?”

“Maybe!”

“No,” Sam snapped. She didn’t mean to be so harsh; all the weeks of stress have just been building up. She hadn’t expected an answer and the fact that Tara didn’t see a problem in you crashing their Christmas sent her over the edge. “That’s where I draw the line.”

“What are you saying?” Tara matched her sister’s anger. “I can’t spend Christmas with them? They’re not allowed to come over and see me?”

“I want one day! One day of just you and me! I figured Christmas could be that day. We could finally spend a Christmas together, just the two of us.”

“What about what I want?”

“Don’t they have a family to go see over Christmas and they want to spend time with?” Sam saw a flash of something in your eyes, but she was to focused on Tara to recognize what it was.

“God! You-”

“Actually,” you spoke softly cutting Tara off as you slowly rose to your feet, gently resting a hand on her arm. “I’m headed back home tomorrow.”

“What?” Tara whipped around. Sam almost got whiplash from how fast Tara went from angry to hurt. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know I was having fun with you; I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“You leave tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but I’ll call you every day and I’m getting back the day after Christmas.”

Tara crossed her arms pouting. “I was hoping to give you your present on Christmas Day.”

“I’m sorry,” you looked at her sadly. “I wish I could give you yours Christmas Day as well, but we can do Christmas the day after, yeah?” You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Just me and you. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“I guess.” Tara was still pouting but she seemed slightly less upset. “I still wish you would’ve had told me.”

“It’s not like it’s going to be fun. I’m not going to be doing anything, really.”

“Then why do you have to go?” Sam wanted to roll her eyes, of course Tara would try and convince you to not go to your families for Christmas.

“Spending time with family is important, right?” You raised your eyebrows, staring Tara down to make her agree with you. Sam didn’t know how you did it, you always got Tara to agree with you. If Sam had said any of the stuff you did, Tara would be nonstop, making nothing into a monstrous fight.

“Yeah,” Tara sighed. “I’m still going to miss you.”

“Me too,” you rest a hand on the side of her face, caressing her cheek. “Besides we still have tonight,” you looked up at Sam, silently asking her if that was still okay. Sam nodded; she could tolerate you one more night since it meant you wouldn’t be around for a few days.

“I guess,” Tara mumbled, wrapping her arms around your waist before burying her head in your shirt. You instantly wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a tighter hug. Sam wanted to roll her eyes, the two of you were acting like you weren’t going to see each other for months not a few days.

“Come on, lets finish the movie.” You kissed the top of Tara’s head, keeping one arm wrapped around her as you pulled away and led her back down to the couch.

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The next few days did not go as Sam had imagined. She had still been working crazy hours and after work she spent the night going from store to store searching for a present for Tara. She had a gift card at the ready to give to Tara, but she wanted something more personal. Tara had also been silently hostile towards her since you left. Sam was trying not to start anything; she was just hoping Tara’s mood would lighten by Christmas day. The only good thing was that Tara wasn’t actively seeking arguments with her, she was just pouting and giving Sam short responses. Every night Tara was on her phone either texting or talking to you. Sam knew it was young love or whatever, but you guys had just seen each other. She herself had barely talked to Danny since he left, they texted a few times but neither one of them was glued to their phone.

As she walked the streets of New York, searching for a shop she hadn’t already been in, something that would call to her, something that screamed Tara, she passed by a bakery. Sam stopped, looking in the window at all the Christmas themed baked goods, there were cakes decorated with snowflakes, cupcakes with little Santas, and various cookies decorated. Sam ripped open the door, stepped into the shop and purchased a dozen cookies. All the cookies looked great but before she could walk away from the window, she noticed some of them were decorated with characters or quotes from various Christmas movies.

As she continued to walk down the street, the box of cookies under her arm, she thought back to her childhood. Sam didn’t like thinking about her childhood, most of her memories were tainted by the lies of her mom, her dad leaving, the truth of her birth father, and the guilt she felt for leaving her sister. When she was younger and Tara was just a little kid who loved following her around things were good, they were happy. Christmas used to be a magical time for them, every Christmas eve they would spend the day baking cookies to leave out for Santa. A part of Sam wanted to bring that back, maybe not the leaving the cookies out for Santa part but the making their own cookies. Besides loving to eat the cookie dough, Sam remembered how big of a smile Tara had on her face, usually covered in flower, when they would make the cookies. Part of Sam worried about bringing it up to Tara, she knew Christmas wasn’t great after she left and Sam didn’t want to try and force old memories, just because she thought it’d be fun didn’t mean Tara would.

Sam sighed, she had been out a little later than usual and she hadn’t seen a single shop that seemed interesting. She was about to turn around when a life-size Wolfman figure caught her eye. She looked at the store front, seeing the windows filled with other movie related memorabilia and posters. She shrugged, deciding there was no harm in giving the little store a shot and opened the door. She knew it was the holidays, it was the day before Christmas eve and the store was closing soon so she was going to do a quick look around and see if anything jumped out at her.

The store was small but was stuffed full, wall to wall, ceiling to floor, there was product everywhere. There were posters, action fingers, DVD sets, a wide range of TV shows and movies. As Sam weaved her way through the rows of shelves she finally came to the register where there was a display case of collectibles. There seemed to be higher valued collectibles, things way out of her price range, but there were also knives and other weapons. The weapons were horror themed though, they were the same style from whatever movie they were from and then they had the villain of the movie etched into the blade. Sam’s eyes grazed over the Ghostface knife and landed on a Friday the 13th machete. The machete had Jason from different scenes etched all down the blade. Sam smiled at the old man behind the counter and pointed to the machete.

When Sam left the shop, she had some slight reservations about buying Tara a weapon. Luckily for her the man assured her the blade was dull and was meant to be a display piece more than anything. Sam made a note of where the shop was, she would have to take Tara there one day and she was tempted to come back and get the Michael Myers knife for Mindy as a gift.

As Sam juggled the box of cookies in one hand and Tara’s present in another, she caught a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks, turning to do a double take. Her mouth fell open, her brow furrowed as she watched you walk out of a pizza shop, pizza box in hand as you made your way in the direction of your dorm. Sam watched you from across the street, Tara hadn’t mentioned anything about you coming back to town early. Sam also hadn’t noticed any evidence of you being in the apartment since the night you left.

When Sam finally got back to the apartment, she kicked the door closed, making sure to hide the bag with Tara’s present. She heard Tara on the phone but paid her no attention as she rushed to her room to hide the present, dropping the box of cookies on the dining room table on the way. She quickly shoved Tara’s present in her closet, planning to wrap it before she went to bed, then made her way back out to the living room.

“Alright, night,” Tara said, smiling into her phone. “Have fun with your family and I can’t wait to see you when you get back.” Sam watched curiously as Tara waited for, Sam assumed you, to respond. “Love you too.” With that she hung up the phone and looked up at Sam with a confused look. “What?”

“Was that Y/N?” Sam questioned, turning her back to Tara to open the box of cookies.

“Yeah,” Tara sighed. Sam could see Tara’s pout without having to turn around.

“They still out of town visiting their parents?” Sam looked up, internally smacking herself, she was trying and failing at being subtle.

“Yeah.” She heard Tara leave the couch, her feet quietly shuffling as she made her way next to Sam. “Said it was kind of boring there and has only really been watching Christmas movies.” Sam could only hum in response, she couldn’t figure out why you didn’t go home for the holiday and more importantly she couldn’t figure out why you were lying to Tara about it. “Whatcha got there?” Tara nodded to the box.

Sam smiled, flipping open the lid of the box. “No way!” Tara said, reaching out and grabbing a cookie. “These are so cool. Where did you find them?” Tara mumbled through a mouth full of cookie.

Sam giggled, shaking her head at her sister. “Passed a bakery on the way home. Are they good?” Tara nodded, giving her a thumbs up.

Tara grabbed another cookie and plopped herself back down on the couch. Sam tapped her fingers against the dining room table, working up the courage to ask Tara what she wanted to. She grabbed a cookie, taking a bite as she sat in the chair next to the couch. She glanced at the TV to see Tara watching The Grinch.

“So…” Sam started off slowly, looking down at her cookie, it was a really good cookie. She flicked her eyes from Tara, who was already looking at her, to the TV, and back to Tara. “I get it if you don’t want to do it, but I was wondering if you wanted to make cookies tomorrow, like we used to do.”

Sam flicked her gaze from her cookie to Tara a few times, waiting for her sister to respond. Tara was looking down at her cookie, her brow furrowed as she was deep in thought. “We don’t have to,” Sam said softly, trying to reassure Tara that it was totally fine if she didn’t want to do it.

“No,” Tara said with a small head shake, finally looking at Sam again. “I’d like that actually, it sounds fun.”

“Great,” Sam smiled and turned her attention back to the TV. Which is how they spent the night, sitting in a peaceful silence, watching whatever Christmas movie popped up next.

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It was Christmas eve, Sam was off work, she had Tara’s present wrapped, they had plans to bake cookies later in the day, and everything was going perfectly just like Sam had always wanted. Sam couldn’t stop the nagging feeling at the back of her head though. She made breakfast for herself, and Tara and they were halfway through their second Christmas movie when she suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. Sam jumped to her feet, grabbed her keys, and walked to the door.

“I’ll be back,” she said, looking back at Tara before opening the door.

“Wait what,” Tara said, muting the TV. “Where are you going? I thought we were spending the day together?”

“We will, I just have to run out real quick, I forgot to pick something up.”

“I thought you wanted to make cookies,” Tara frowned.

“I do,” Sam smiled softly at her sister. “We will make them as soon as I get back. You’re going to like what I bring back.” Tara continued to pout. “Trust me, please, I promise you, you will love it.”

“Okay,” Tara mumbled quietly, curling up on the couch as she unmuted the TV.

Sam gave her sister one last look before rushing out the door. As a surprise to no one, the streets were bustling with people doing last-minute Christmas shopping. Sam pushed her way through the crowded streets, making her way to the college campus. There were hardly any students on campus, most having returned home for the holidays. Sam easily found her way to your building and up to your dorm room. She did a few quick knocks on your door, then bounced from foot to foot as she waited for you to answer.

The door was quickly flung open and standing before Sam was you, your mouth hung open, whatever you were about to say dying on your lips as you just stared at Sam. Sam bunched up her hands in her pockets, looking at you expectantly.

“What are you doing here?” you finally asked.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked back, a little harsher than she intended. She couldn’t help it, you had a habit of just annoying her without even doing anything, she knew she had to work on that.

“I live here,” you said confused.

“Why are you lying to Tara?” Sam crossed her arms. “Why did you say you were going back home?”

You let out a defeated sigh. “You wanted Christmas to be the two of you,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want to intrude or ruin your Christmas.”

Sam’s eyes fell to the floor, it was so hard to dislike you when you were so considerate. You were kind of an asshole and Sam’s dislike was warranted half the time but deep down you were sweet. “Why didn’t you go home? Don’t your parents want to spend Christmas with you?”

You scoffed, refusing to meet Sam’s eyes as you looked down at the floor. “My parents haven’t spent Christmas at home since I was thirteen and deemed old enough to not burn the house down when left alone.” Sam frowned, she knew you didn’t talk about your parents much, Tara had said they weren’t super active in your life, but she didn’t realize how distant they actually were. “I don’t even know where they are right now,” you shrugged. “Somewhere warm.”

“Let’s go,” is all Sam said, turning to leave.

“Wait what?” you leaned half your body out the door.

Sam turned around, rolling her eyes at you. “Grab whatever you need and come on,” she waved her hand impatiently. “You’re spending Christmas with us.”

“Nononono,” you shook your head. “You don’t have to do that. I’m fine.”

“Get your shit and come on,” she snapped.

You quickly shut your mouth, ran back into your dorm, and came out with two presents in less than a minute. You silently walked behind Sam as she led the way back to the apartment. She never thought she’d say it, but it was actually unsettling how quiet you were being. When the two of you got back to the apartment, she went in first, tossing her keys on the table before closing the door behind you.

“What did you have to get?” Tara asked, not taking her eyes off the TV. Sam didn’t answer, making Tara look up, her eyes becoming confused when she saw you but quickly lit up. “What are you doing here?” she jumped up, running, and crashing into you for a hug. Sam shook her head; it hadn’t even been a week since you were here and yet Tara was acting like it was a lifetime.

“I never had plans to go to my parents,” you admitted, dropping your eyes to the floor in shame.

“What?” Tara asked, there was no anger in her voice, only confusion.

“They aren’t big on Christmas; I never spend it with them. I didn’t want to intrude and ruin Christmas for you guys,” you looked back at Sam. “And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel bad, I knew you’d try and convince me to join you guys.”

Tara lightly punched you in the shoulder before pulling you in for another hug. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into your neck.

Once Tara and you separated, the two of you followed Sam into the kitchen. Sam grabbed the ingredients and the three of you made cookie dough. You and Tara threw flour at each other, making a mess and though Sam would usually be annoyed she couldn’t help but laugh along with you guys. She’s pretty sure the three of you ate more of the cookie dough than you used to make cookies. When there were finally enough cookies to fill the tray, they popped them into the oven and moved to the living room, popping on another Christmas movie as they waited for the cookies to be ready.

When the oven dinged, you and Tara raced to the kitchen, nearly forgetting oven mitts as you moved to pull the cookies out. Sam had to push the two of you back before the two of you started grabbing the cookies off the hot tray before they had the chance to cool. She shooed the two of you back to the living room, forcing you both to wait for the cookies to cool before you all started eating and decorating them. With how excited the two of you were Sam wasn’t sure you guys would be able to wait to start decorating, you and Tara would probably eat all the cookies plain.

That’s how the three of you spent the rest of the night. You all decorated cookies together at the dining room table, eating cookies in the processes. Sam was focused on her decorating but every time she looked up, she saw you licking icing off your fingers, she wasn’t sure if you ever finished decorating one cookie. When all the cookies were eaten or decorated the three of you retired to the living room, Sam taking her usual spot in the chair while you and Tara cuddled up on the couch.

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Sam woke up Christmas morning to the smell of something delicious cooking. She rubbed her eyes, frowning at who could possibly be cooking so early. It wasn’t that Tara was a bad cook, she had to learn to cook after Sam left but she had never made anything smell this good. Sam couldn’t judge though; it wasn’t like she was a master chef either, she knew how to make enough things to allow them to survive and give them some variety, but they still did takeout the majority of the time.

Sam ran a hand through her hair as she walked down the hall and into the kitchen, she stopped, blinking a few times to try and clear her vision, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, you were in her kitchen, cooking, and it smelled good. Sam looked around, seeing you were making use of the entire stove, cooking eggs, bacon and sausage, and pancakes at the same time. You flipped three pancakes onto a plate that already had a few, before pouring more batter into the pan, making three more pancakes.

“Morning,” you said, when you finally saw Sam. You kept your pace though, sprinkling cheese across the eggs before flipping it over, creating an omelet, then added more cheese on top. “We got pancakes,” you gestured to the plate beside you. “And eggs,” you gestured to the pan in front of you, before sliding the omelet onto a plate when the cheese was sufficiently melted. “And bacon and sausage,” you pointed to the other pan that was sizzling. “What would you like?”

Sam blinked a few times, still processing the site in front of her, it was just breakfast food, but everything looked so good, perfect almost, nothing was burnt. “An omelet, please,” Sam said, finally finding her voice.

You nodded, cracking another two eggs into the pan. “You guys didn’t have a ton of options but let me know what you want in it.”

Sam looked across the counter at the options, there was actually more than she thought there would be. “Just tomato and spinach.”

You gave a quick thumbs up before flipping the pancakes. You grabbed another plate, dumping all the bacon and sausage onto it. Tara came in, grabbing the plate of bacon and sausage and two separate plates with omelets.

“Morning,” Tara mumbled, taking the plates to the dining room table.

“Morning,” Sam replied, still watching you cook. She watched as you added the veggies to her omelet, flipped the omelet and added more cheese and veggies to the top of it. You flipped the pancakes onto the plate, Tara at your side the instant you were done and already taking the plate to the table. You quickly finished the omelet, sliding it onto a plate and holding it out to Sam with a smile.

Sam looked from the omelet up to you and back down to the omelet. She hesitantly took the plate but had to admit it looked just as good as everything else. “You can cook?” she couldn’t help but ask.

You just shrugged, turning off the stove as you followed Sam into the dining room. Sam set her plate down, taking a seat and got a full look at the table. The plate of pancakes, sausage and bacon, and a plate of toast was already laid out in the middle of the table.

“They can cook breakfast at least,” Tara said, shoving a fork full of omelet into her mouth. “Everything else, that’s debatable.” You scoffed, stabbing your fork into Tara’s omelet, and stealing a bite, she quickly slapped your hand, throwing a grumpy glare at you, making you chuckle.

“Thanks,” Sam said, looking down at the omelet.

You shrugged again. “It was the least I could do.”

Sam took a small bite of her omelet, and it was amazing, she hated how good of a cook you were. She almost wanted to say you could spend the night any night as long as you made breakfast in the morning. The three of you sat in a comfortable silence eating breakfast, slowly waking up the rest of the way. By the time you were all done almost everything was gone, except for a couple pancakes left over. Sam sighed, she hadn’t had breakfast that good in a long time, the diner she worked at didn’t even make breakfast that good.

The three of you moved into the living room, grabbing presents from under the little tree the sisters had put up. Tara and Sam exchanged gifts and then you handed Tara a little wrapped box, Sam was silently praying that it wasn’t a ring again. Her mouth fell opening as she looked up at you with questioning eyes when you handed her a present as well.

“Why is hers bigger?” Tara questioned, whipping her head around to look at you, holding the present she had gotten you out of reached.

You just chuckled at her. “Yours is more expensive?” you offered.

She narrowed her eyes at you but handed you the present. You happily took it, giving her a quick kiss. Without wasting any time Tara was ripping into the present you had gotten her. When she was done, she held a small jewelry box in her hand, it wasn’t a ring box though. Breakfast was good but if you had gotten Tara another ring Sam probably would have killed you. Tara lifted the lid, letting out a light gasp at the sight, she lifted the item out of the box to reveal a necklace. The necklace had a silver chain connected to a silver pendant with her birthstone in the center, it matched the ring you had gotten for her birthday. Sam might have hated the ring at first, but she had to admit you had good taste in jewelry. Tara held out the necklace for you, moving her hair so you could place it around her neck.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, pulling you in for a long kiss, acting as if Sam wasn’t still sitting right there. “Thank you.”

Tara then ripped into her present from Sam, letting out an exciting gasp at the machete. “This is awesome!” she held up the machete, a crazy look in her eye. Your eyes widened, instantly going to Sam, silently asking her if she was serious.

“It’s not sharp,” Sam quickly said. She could see you physically relax as she calmed your fears.

Tara pouted a little at the new knowledge but still twirled the machete in her hand, looking closely at the etching. “This is so cool,” Tara said again. “Thank you.”

You opened your present from Tara, jumping to your feet to reveal two videogames. Sam had no idea what the games were, but you were acting like a little kid, so she assumed her sister did a pretty good job. “Thanks babe,” you said, giving Tara a quick kiss, making her blush.

It was Sam’s turn; she slowly opened her present from Tara. “Holy shit,” she whispered as she took out the little box. Tara had gotten her ear buds, she had been looking at a pair forever because she wanted some for when she went for a run or to the gym, but she could never pull the trigger, they were always too expensive for her to justify. “Thank you.”

As Sam started to unwrap the box you had gotten her, she caught a mischievous smirk on your face. Sam almost paused her movements; she couldn’t even imagine what you had gotten her let alone what would cause that kind of smile on your face. Sam undid the rest of the wrapping paper, looking down at the box in front of her, she blinked a few times before glaring at you. You were smiling widely, nearly bouncing up in down in your seat.

“You’re an ass,” is all Sam said. She turned the box, revealing Woodsboro Monopoly, making you break out into laugh. Tara quickly slapped you but there was a small smile tugging at her lips as well.

“I’m sorry,” you said through laughter. “I couldn’t help myself,” you were practically wheezing. “I’ve had that for months.”

Sam couldn’t help but join in, lightly laughing at the game. “You know we did never get to finish our game.”

Your eyes lit up. “Yes!” you pumped a fist into the air.

“But I get to be the knife,” Sam said in a serious voice.

“Well, I’d expect nothing less.” Sam glared at your light jab. “I want to be the phone though.”

Tara groaned, rolling her eyes. “This means we have to suffer through another game of Monopoly,” she mumbled.

You gasped in offense. “It’s not my fault we were rudely interrupted last time,” you said.

Sam shook her head as she listened to you and Tara argued back and forth. Tara might hate monopoly, but it was only a matter of time before she conceded. You would probably even convince her to wait for the twins to be back and would probably drag Danny over and force everyone to play the new version they now had for game night. Sam relaxed into her chair, watching as you and Tara argued with smiles, you were slowly growing on her, not that she’d ever tell you that.

After presents the rest of the day was uneventful. The three of you just spent a lazy day lounging in the apartment, watching Christmas movies on TV again, even though you all had seen all of them within the last few days. When night finally came, Tara was curled into your side, your arm wrapped tightly around her as she was sound asleep with her head resting on your shoulder.

“Night,” Sam whispered, getting up to head to bed herself.

“Wait, Sam,” you called out, looking back but making sure not to turn enough to disturb Tara. Sam stopped in the doorway, looking back at you. “Thank you,” you whispered, dropping your eyes for a second before meeting hers again. “I really appreciate you inviting me over. This has really meant a lot.”

Sam nodded. “You’re always welcome here.” She looked away from you, opening and closing her mouth a few times. “Sorry, I kicked you out earlier.” You gave her a soft smile, shrugging lightly. “You’re now expected to join us every year,” she said in an annoyed tone, but you laughed, catching the playfulness underneath.

Sam went to bed that night with a smile. She had wanted Christmas day with just her and her sister but you joining them ended up making it better than she could have imagined. This ended up being the best Christmas she ever had, and Tara would probably agree with her. It seemed the cycle of tainted memories and disappointing Christmas’s were over; she was more than happy to make new memories with Tara and was even okay with you being in those new memories now.

You still annoyed the hell out of her, but she didn’t miss the way you brought a lightness to the group, even after everything that happened, even though you were still struggling, you managed to still find the humor in things. If Sam was being honest with herself, she was now looking forward to you joining her and Tara or the group for holidays, birthdays, and other big events. If anyone asked her if she were happy, you were there, she would deny it but inside, she was happy to have you around.

Taglist: @screechcat

[c00kietin]

I maaaaaaaaaaaay have made a small lil quiz outta boredom :3

Just a lil disclaimer I am not very good at making quizzes and the answers are limited cuz I'm uncreative. :')

IMMA @ SOME MOOTS NOW TO SPREAD THE WORD HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH @godofautism @taperecorder-gizmo @ofthefrogs @ghosty-0w0 @averagetmntfan @mikey-rottmnt @trashyandtiredsol @annelostshoe @gummy-worms-in-my-brain @lobotomize-d @chiperti @glastly @donniesbrows @potatoeofwisdom @justmesadlysry @i-ate-your-dog-srry @finleyforevermore @mellybabbles @it-came-from-mount-ebott @thatboredaroace @artsandstoriesandstuff @wishtale-blogs heheheheheh :]

[fernegirl]

sally face baking headcanons ft. larry & lisa

some fluffy headcanons about sal fisher as a baker, set in the early days at addison apartments

→ Sally fucks heavily with baking. I think he'd see Lisa baking something and then it would click in his head as something tangible he can do for the other Addison Apartment residents. So he picks up tips and tricks from her, since for a period of time he practically lives in her and Larry's apartment.

→ His dad doesn't really care what they buy at the grocery store as long as it's technically food, so he barely notices when Sally begins picking out the basics: flour, baking powder, cream of tartar, etc.

→ He practices over and over, eating his fair share of burnt cookies and soggy cake. There are no cookbooks at home, but once he discovers that Gizmo doesn't mind watching cooking shows with him, he improves.

→ The first ever thing he bakes for another person is his Dad. He gets Lisa's blessing to use her kitchen and he and Larry get to work late one night under the guise of a sleepover. They print out a recipe from the internet in the school library and bring it home.

→ It makes his chest hurt, looking at the recipe for a lemon cake with vanilla frosting--the closest recipe he could find to what his mom would make every year for his dad's birthday. She called it "lovely lemon" cake. She always did like alliterations.

→ It takes then far too long. Larry mostly provides moral support, cheering him on and keeping him company as he measures and rechecks everything. Its worth it though. The resulting cake looks good, lopsided but, ultimately very cake-like, with "happy birthday dad" written in blue icing in between candles.

→ makes henry smile for the first time in months

→ after that sally begins learning all sorts of recipes to share with his neighbors. he makes a little chart of birthdays and anniversaries so that he doesn't forget anyone's special day.

→ develops a real habit of stress baking. when things aren't going well, he can usually be found blasting metal music and whipping up a batch of muffins.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hydration anon returns.

Please a Miguel fluff where he is reminded to eat, drink, and take care of himself. Maybe even have a cookie. Because everyone should be treated with fuzzy feelings.

Bet, also hello 🚰

This isn’t what I posted I was writing earlier I just saw it and thought I could write it real quick lol it’s short but I feel like that’s alright for this sweet and simple thing

Miguel Needs Reminding

CW: fluff, food

You sighed as you saw Miguel working away in his office. “Miguel, how long have you been here?”

“Hm? Oh… uh… I got here Tuesday morning.”

You frowned. “Mig, it’s Friday. Have you eaten anything? Have you gone home and showered?”

“No time.” He grumbled and continued working as if you weren’t there.

You sigh and get your phone out to look up some recipes. “Well, I’m making you food, and while I do you’re going to shower. Okay?”

“You can’t tell me-”

“You don’t get a say, Miguel.”

He growled, showing his fangs, but seeing the serious expression on your face made him back down a little. He was really tired… and his stomach rumbled…

You chuckled when you heard the little rumbles. “Take me to your penthouse, I’ll cook something for you.”

Miguel sighed and nodded. “Okay…”

———

At his apartment, you started the shower faucet for him, making sure the water is nice and warm before leaving him to take care of it. You went to the kitchen, and searched through the fridge and cabinets, collecting ingredients to make a lovely dinner and some dessert.

After about a half hour you heard the water shut off, and Miguel walked out in a casual outfit, a t-shirt with some faded graphic and sweatpants. By then you were done cooking, the table set, setting a nice cold glass of water down next to the delicious plate of food. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you heard his stomach growl once more.

“Go ahead and eat. I just put some cookies in the oven, you can have one when you’re done.” As he sat down you ruffled his hair a little. He didn’t seem to mind, leaning into your touch slightly.

He’s never this soft, but he’s just so burnt out, running on fumes… how soft you’re being with him made him feel so relaxed. He definitely needed this.

Miguel complimented your cooking, and once finished he sat on his sofa to watch tv. You took his gizmo so he couldn’t work, so all he could do was watch tv.

You brought him some cookies, which he accepted happily. Maybe he should take breaks like this more often. He certainly wouldn’t mind this becoming a regular thing…

[sethmacfarlanedeathpose]

Engineer x Pyro preg fic!!!

The RED team's base was never that warm in winter. Especially the base located in Snowplow which was already cold enough, it didn't help that it was the dead of December and all the mercs had to find some alternative way to keep warm. For the team's resident Engineer that meant sitting in his little workshop, being kept heated by some overworked machine that he was using as a heater. He did take the time to tinker with a few little gadgets and gizmos, and figure out why his teleporters weren't working right. The Texan wasn't alone. There sat beside him in a rather comfy recliner chair was Pyro.

The masked mercenary also seemingly working on something, not as advanced as Del's own machines, but hard enough for them that they seemed to be struggling and starting over again a couple of times.

Engineer had let his concentration break a few times, allowing his eyes to wander in Pyro's direction to see what they were working on. Their hands still protected with those near two inch thick gloves, attempting to knit some sort of blanket. The Pyro wasn't particularly skilled it seemed, as they were constantly stopping half-way through every blanket to start a new one, all because of one mistake. Although after some time Engineer had once again decided to peer over to Pyro, viewing a far more completed, now scarf length piece of wool. It was a lot better compared to all the serviette sized blankets that Pyro had so carelessly tossed aside.

Red and yellow in colour and now long enough that it was draping over Pyro's belly, which had grown a large amount in size.

"For the baby, Pyro?"

"Mmr phe mmby!"

If Engineer was correct, Pyro's mumbles indicated that the blanket was indeed for the baby, the baby that had been growing in Pyro's belly for the past six months and even through the asbestos suit, was now becoming more prominent.

Pyro found some comfort in lazing back in Engineer's well heated workshop, and not being disturbed by the other mercs. Beside them was a small table hosting a basket full of yarn balls that Pyro was subjecting to below mediocre knitting, a plate of little sandwich looking cookies that Spy had baked out of boredom (Which he called Macarons) and a cup of hot cocoa in a giant Mann. Co mug, adorned with whipped cream and marshmallows.

Pyro couldn't be enjoying themselves more, although sitting by the fireplace in the Rec Room, needlessly burning whatever random things they could find would be better.

Pyro had stopped for a moment, the sudden change in activity once again garnering Engineer's attention. Gloved hands now gently running in circles around their swollen middle and a gentle mumble could be heard from behind the mask. One couldn't see the fire wielding merc's face from behind the gasmask, but Engie would tell when something was up with them.

Quickly, Engineer turned his chair in Pyro's direction, seeing them now place their hand underneath their rather bloated middle.

Suddenly Engineer felt Pyro's hands grab his own non-robotic arm and was being pulled in their direction and having his palm forced against Pyro's belly.

Another moment of silence as Pyro moved Engie's hand across the expanse of their stomach in hopes he could feel what they felt.

Engineer's eyes, hidden behind goggles, pierced upwards from Pyro's belly to their own shadowed eyes.

"Is it the baby? Is it kicking?"

"Mhmm!"

Pyro shook their head, still attempting to move Engineer's hand around, but not much could be felt on Engineer's part, seeing as Pyro was still wearing that thick, protective suit. And well something had to be said.

"Darlin', I can't feel a thing, you're gonna have to take the suit off."

Pyro didn't hesitate in the slightest, and although it was a major struggle for them to lift their overburdened body up from the chair, they still managed. Unzipping the suit from the back and removing all the belts and straps to reveal their heavily pregnant figure.

Pyro had always been chubby, but their now six month pregnant belly only stood to make them look rounder. They were wearing a lightly burnt up, pink coloured vest, which stood to hide Pyro's very scarred and burned body.

Once again they grabbed Engie's still intact arm and pressed it against their vast belly. A thick layer of fat covered their womb, but Engineer could just feel the tightness of their pregnant womb. The minor disturbance had again awoken the baby inside and kicks and movement could be felt again. The feeling of a little kick against Engie's hand had him almost in tears, a sudden rush of happiness and joy shooting through Engineer's brain, having him suddenly press his noggin against Pyro's belly and placing a gentle kiss near the naval.

"Sweetheart? Is this the first time you've felt the baby properly kick?"

Pyro just shook their head, and Engie could tell their were smiling behind the mask. There had been some worry about the pregnancy early on. With all the stress Pyro's body had gone through in their life and what it would continue to go through as a mercenary, Medic had classified it as a "high risk pregnancy", which worried Engie. Worrying that the baby wouldn't even live till birth, but here he could feel a rather lively baby kicking about.

Engie continued to rub and place kisses all over Pyro's belly, until he could hear some low groans and heavy breathing from Pyro, to which he shot up out of his own chair to help Pyro sit back down in theirs.

Despite always carrying around a tank of gas and a giant, homemade flamethrower, Pyro had found being knocked up to be extremely exhausting. Although they seemed fine once they were back down in the chair.

Engie's hand lay on Pyro's hip, massaging the bone and up by their lovehandles.

"Hold on, sugar. I'm gonna go get you something."

Engineer left Pyro to go search for the merc's sweater, which would be a far better option for them to wear instead of that heavy suit.

Pyro sat, half nude, only their tank top and underwear to cover their shame. Since they were already missing their suit they might as well take off their gloves to feel around their belly a little better. The baby had since found a comfy spot and went right back to snuggling up in Pyro's womb, so not much kicking or moving could be felt.

The hard hatted merc returned with Pyro's pajama bottoms and Company issued Mann. Co sweater. One being provided to all the mercs when being forced into such cold bases.

"Really gotta keep warm in this place, right Py?"

Pyro was happy to receive the clothes, letting Engie help put them on all while still sitting down.

"Mhhmm!"

Pyro muttered in agreement. Neither they nor Engineer were used to such cold conditions, but the sweater and pants seemed to be comforting to the little firebug.

Once Engineer was done dressing Pyro, he sat his body close to his partner, placing his hand once again atop their belly.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were ready to pop!"

A sigh escaped Pyro's mask. Didn't they know it? Six months in and having only one baby? And yet they were rather large. Scout had made some backhanded comment the other day about how Medic definitely had a baboon uterus put in Pyro, and that wasn't Del's baby but some dumb Baboon, which earned the youngest merc a slap in the face. Maybe it could be chocked up to Pyro's weight or all those vitamins and crazy experimental drugs given to the mercs. Needless to say Pyro was huge.

"I think you look cute all round like this!"

"Mhmrr mrst mrming mrt mpho mme mmece!"

If Engineer could translate correctly that was a "You're just saying that to be nice." but truthfully he meant it. Something about Pyro's rotund figure and how they had since developed a little waddle was extremely cute to him. Of course Pyro had not been on the battlefield since they discovered that they were pregnant, but Engie could only imagine them not being able to keep up with anyone, so it be best they stay here.

"No, I'm serious. Although I think everything about you is just adorable."

Maybe there was a little blushing behind the mask, but Pyro wouldn't tell.

Engineer now placing an ear against Pyro's belly and hearing a low rumble, indicating hunger, which didn't seem go be satisfied by the little sandwich cookies.

"How's about I go see if someone made dinner? You sound famished!"

No words escaped Pyro's mouth, but a nod of agreement was all Engie needed to go by.

[nitrozem]

Atlas is a lil' butthurt Gizmo choose cookies over his mac and cheese lmao

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Plastic hearts - (7)

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Had some extra time, wrote the next chapter haha. Ken is a golden retriever lover boy ✨

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“It's simple. Go through the ‘tunnel of dreams’. It will take you to where she had gone last.”, Weird Barbie stopped as she dug through her trunk of gizmos and gadgets.

“Then?”, he asked sure that was only the first step.

“Then you improvise.”, she spoke as she brought him a few elements that looked like they were put together by herself.

She strapped a watch around his hand, it’s dial displaying a meter that was scribbled in with sketch pens.

“The Doomsday meter. It will help you with knowing how much time you have left since time behaves differently out there.”, she rushed around him as she spoke out instructions and what to look out for but he couldn’t help but wonder how any of this was going to pan out.

He worried for your safety. He was overthinking, cooking up the most terrifying scenarios of what you could have been facing.

What if you were put in jail like he was?

Or roamed the streets without a home?

This was new. He had never worried about Stereotypical Barbie before, but when he thought of you. His hands yearned to hold you close.

Possibly this was because of the level of respect he had for you and your friendship. He can’t be falling in love again so soon. Can he?

He never felt this stressed and calm at the same time when he was in love before. It was thrilling, exhausting and chaotic.

He brought his attention back to the problem at hand. He had to bring you home. Barbie land was on the verge of collapse.

Weird Barbie ran back to him with a shiny little trinket in her hand. A chain with a small crystal heart pendant. It looked ancient and different. It wasn’t a part of this world.

“Thank Mattel, I found this. They discontinued it long ago but it was around the same time Diamond Castle was released. This is a variant of that necklace.”, she held it as though it was sacred.

“What’s so special about it?”, he asked inspecting it closer.

“This is as close as you can get to a magical compass.”, she raised her eyebrows to then carefully place it in the middle of his palm.

“How well do you know her?”, she asked him with her fingers crossed.

“Well enough.”, he mumbled.

He knew you but he couldn’t remember any of it. He had known you in fragments but now it was replaced with an overwhelming need to just see you again. To want to tell you that he missed you.

“Perfect.”, she jumped, her eyes now borderline crazy with hope.

“Now close your fingers and think of one remarkable attribute she possessed that could never change with time or place.”, she rubbed her hands together, her eyes now focused on the trinket hidden in his hand.

He closed his fingers and thought of the one thing he knew best that could never ever change. The one thing that reminded him he was loved and cared for. The one thing that possessed the entirety of your love he didn’t have a chance to value.

So he thought about it. So much so that he could feel his body crave it. It struck him then, that all he wanted now was a second chance. To do things right. To apologize to you and have you back.

To have you back as his … friend?

Yes.

No.

Maybe there was more to this.

But his palm began to grow warm and from within the cracks of his fingers golden light shined through.

Weird Barbie gasped and then clasped her hands over her mouth, “You did it.”, she mumbled in awe.

Relief washed over him, and so did hope, because now he was one step closer.

“Every time it senses her presence, it will glow. The stronger it does, the closer she is.”, she imparted another rule before she looked up at him with curiosity.

“What exactly did you think of?”, she asked.

“She makes the best sea salt caramel cookies.”, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Interesting.”, she clicked her tongue before she moved away.

What it was that she had observed from his demeanor, he wasn’t sure.

*

He woke up to the sound of his alarm. His heartbeat a bit faster than usual as he had the worst dream, one of those nightmares again. Where Barbie land is destroyed and everyone thinks he was the cause of it, again.

He got up, to place his head in his hands to take a few deep breaths. It had been longer than he had expected, he was certain to return in a weeks time but New York was an ocean with small delis to fancy restaurants that it was nearly impossible to go to every single one. To track you down with the little he knew. It was as good as fantasy. He would dine alone, with that rock in his hand that never actually glowed the moment he set foot here.

It was beginning to drive him insane. One, to be nowhere near finding you. Two, to see everyone be hurt by the very ideal he had long ago be enthralled. It was everywhere and it stunned him how a large part of the population was actually ok with this. So the job he had now felt much more inspiring.

If this was how Barbie felt, then he wouldn’t stop doing what he did too. He knew a little bit about the job process and what he needed from his last visit. He was passing by a school during recess and was entranced by the sound of their laughs. He had never been a kid before, he had always existed like this. But it touched him, that his existence was never for Barbie’s sake but for them, for their joy and as he shuffled his feet, he heard the sound of paper crackle beneath his feet.

It was a opening for someone who would be willing to help out in the library and also in doing a story reading session a few times during school hours for the kindergarten students.

He was sure he would be a great fit, plus he needed money.

And now as he fixed his tie in place and slicked back his hair that was a lot less paler than what it had been in Barbie land. No matter the worry, he always had a spring in his step. His eyes flit to the doomsday meter, the needle hovered over the green area when he first arrived, now it was crossing over into the orange section.

He downed his glass of orange juice, the tart flavor waking him up, reminding him that today could be the day. It was the day when the school held its parent-teacher meeting for this semester and given the need to maintain an image to get sponsors, a new caterer was set to be hosting the event. So he felt like he had an even more important reason to go.

He took the train along with the morning rush as he held his bag to his chest remembering the one time he was naïve enough to give away his wallet to a thief disguised as a homeless man, he had been homeless once too. As he walked down the street, he made sure he didn’t walk near the edge because on a rainy morning, a car drove past him to drench him in roadside puddle water, causing his shoes that he meticulously polished to lose their shine and also ruined the way he had set his hair.

He was fiercely afraid of rats, so this city had it out for him. Unlike Los Angeles, it snowed here, the people were ruthless and often times he felt like the sun in the darkness of space. No one could light up his world, atleast not like you did.

But as he approached his the entrance, he had a feeling envelope him. It was the sound of his students greeting him, but it was more than that, almost as if his soul could reach out to its other half. He wore the crystal around his neck, afraid that he was going to lose it but now it felt warm.

He grew conscious of its meaning, that his hand snapped to his chest, scared that everyone could see it’s glow but as he looked around, the children couldn’t see it. Only he could, it’s light grew brighter as it spread a zing of warmth through his skin but his eyes moved away from the happy faces to a woman who was observing him.

Her eyes wide as realization dawned on her face but it was in that moment Ken knew that the world could freeze. That even here, magic still had some effect, because even before the pendant could tell him, he knew.

He knew he would find his way to you.

He knew that as he spent everyday over the past few years trying to find you and the more clearer he began to understand his emotions. He had come to understand that all this while, what he had thought was just a friendship was actually a foundation for something more deeper. For something he had wished for his whole life.

He was in love again. And so as he called for you, hoping this wasn’t a dream, the name that was special to him as he whispered it in his sleep.

He could tell anything you had felt for him long ago was not present anymore because in your gaze he saw a mix of shock and pain. You began to turn away from him and he didn't want to waste another second but in the heat of the moment, he watched as you fainted and all he did was drop his bags to run to you.

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[lohotine]

Your shadow milk request inspired me...

Can you do butter roll x ticklish reader please?

Like butter roll pretending the tickling is a 'very important experiment' while y/n is just laughing from all the tickles they are enduring and maybe getting flustered if butter roll is giving affection during tickles? Lol!

AN: I've said this a lot, I feel like I'm really not that good at writing Butter Roll, but I don't mind trying since you guys seems to think it's okay! Thus is my first attempt at a oneshot for him- Again, I hope this is satisfactory! Enjoy☆

Butter Roll Cookie x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: not proof read

-Sorry not Sorry-

Spinning gizmos, heavy machinery, weird static sounds. This was the environment that you have long since become accustomed to. You were sitting at a desk near a wall while Butter Roll Cookie carefully examines some things.

The two of you had already spent nearly the entire day in this workplace, just because your boyfriend refuses to leave until he perfected this one experiment.

Oh well, this is how he always was. So persistent in his duties. That's one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

You were laying your hands in you arms as you rested your head on the desk.

Butter Roll Cookie had been rambling on about some things that you were too exhausted to fully understand. It had been a long day after all, so nobody could really blame you.

You had managed to catch one of the things he was talking about, though. It was a question, so you guessed it just stood out.

"So, you'll help me with this last experiment, right? Just this last thing before we retire for the night." He would explain.

"Yeah yeah, of course," You'd say sleepily, waving your hand dismissively.

Out of nowhere, hands began to tickle your sides, and you shot your head up.

"Hey- what are you-"

You couldn't get a full sentence out because of your laughter.

"I thought I was helping with an experiment!" You finnaly managed to get out between laughs.

He knew you were ticklish. How dare he use this information against you!?

"This is for an experiment, and your reactions are the data," he would say.

You couldn't stop laughing.

"Sorry not sorry, but I had to wake you up somehow."

《☆》 Fin

[queerskiies]

you asked for things to draw so here ya go.

jamie making some food from their home planet

would jamie bail a certan fish out of jail (asking for a friend)

finaly.... have jamie throw a tea party plz (id bring cookies)

(i know i spelled your silly aliens name wrong im sorry i forgot how its spelled )

ohh boy this ask has been rotting in my askbox since september (procrastination sucks) but I have finally done it!

jaimee cannot cook for shit, and has been banned from the kitchen.

yes, she will bail "a certain fish" out of jail.

anddd tea party!! featuring OCs from some of my mooties (Timothy by @tea-addict-brain, Kyat by @rattykatt, Gizmo by @sillyartistthegoofy, Melody by @melodylyricx, Socks by @paradichlorosocksy and The Haunted Marionette by @thehauntedmarionnette)

[bellalampwickrossi]

Disney Descendants : Pixie Hollow Fairies and Their Humans Parental Addition Part 1

TigerWick:

Tiger Lily's Fairy Number 1 , Fira | Light Talent Fairy

Fira is the brightest light in Never Land. When she wants to, she can glow as brightly as the morning sun. This feisty fairy is better known to her friends as “Moth” because she is drawn to light the same way a moth is. Fira is a natural leader and can often be seen leading a group of light talents on a mission through Pixie Hollow. But she has also been known to take on more than she can handle. Once or twice, she’s almost lost her glow entirely from burning too brightly for too long. 

Tiger Lily's Fairy Number 2 , Copper | Tinker Talent Fairy

Tinkers like feeling useful. They know they are better at fixing an inventing things than anyone else in Pixie Hollow, and they love being needed. That’s what makes Copper so unusual. She loves fixing things too, but she likes teaching other fairies to fix their own pots and pans even more. Copper will show any water fairy, garden fairy or kitchen fairy how to mend metal and create little gizmos. All they need to do is ask.

….. Lampwick's Fairy , Tizzywing | Fast Flying Talent Fairy

As dizzy as her name makes her sound, Tizzywing is a regular whirlwind. She can never remember if she’s coming or going. Half the time, this fast flying fairy arrives for breakfast with one shoe on and her nightcap still on her head. If she goes back to her room to find her other shoe, she might forget about breakfast entirely. Tizzywing is very easily distracted, but everyone loves her anyway , even if she almost never sticks around long enough to finish a sentence.

Alice x Pinocchio:

Alice’s Fairies , Quinnella  and Lazarus 

Art By @fairiesandbeatleslover , Fairy Ocs Belongs to @princessquinnella

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Pinocchio's Fairy , Dulcie | Baking Talent Fairy

Dulcie's specialty is poppy-puff rolls, salty and warm, and flecked with savory herbs. But that's not all Dulcie bakes: cookies, cakes, croissants, tarts, pretzels, bread. If it goes into an oven, Dulcie knows how to make it. She has five hundred recipes memorized and she is always inventing new ones. Dulcie is as sweet as her name, but she can be a little bossy. Her friends don't mind though because she makes sure they always have something warm and tasty to eat.

Alexander x Princess Eilonwy

Alexander's Fairy, Rani | Water Talent Fairy

Rani is the only fairy in Pixie Hollow who does not have wings. This brave water talent gave them to save Mother Dove. But she doesn’t miss them too much. With no wings to get wet, Rani can go swimming anytime she wants, something she’s always dreamed of doing. In fact, Rani is the only fairy to have visited the mermaids’ castle under the lagoon. These days Brother Dove acts as Rani’s wings. Like most water talents, Rani cries a lot. She’s not sad, she's just very emotional.

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Princess Eilonwy's Fairy , Lisel | Helper Talent Fairy

Of Queen Clarion's four helper fairies, Lisel might have the hardest job. It's her duty to make sure Queen Clarion goes to sleep at night! If she could, the Queen would stay up all night long reading reports from her Ministers. Even the Queen needs sleep, though. That's why Lisel is always there with a warm cup of tea and a fuzzy pair of slippers. She's gotten very good at putting the tired Queen to bed at night.

Cavin x Princess Calla From Adventures of The gummi bears:

Cavin's Fairy,  Russell | Butterfly Herding Talent Sparrow Man

It takes a certain kind of animal talent to successfully herd butterflies. Russell isn’t as clever as the tricky butterflies he keeps track of but he is very, very persistent. If a butterfly is hiding, Russell won’t rest until he’s turned over every stone and looked behind every leaf. The butterflies of Pixie Hollow know that Russell will find them eventually. But they don’t really mind, as long as they get to have some fun. 

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Princess Calla's Fairy , Sera | Scouting Talent Fairy

Sera is a scouting talent. That means she spends a lot of time watching for trouble. Sera loves keeping her eyes peeled for hawks and her ears perked for the buzzing of bee swarms. In fact, her senses are so keen that it can be hard for Sera to fall asleep at night. She can hear the fairy next door snoring and the bats flitting through the night air. But Sera wouldn’t give up being a scout for anything.

Shanti and Jane Darling:

Shanti's Fairy, Latia | Forest Talent Fairy

Pretty Latia is a forest talent fairy. With her oak leaf dress, she blends right in when she’s perched high up in a tree. Latia does daily patrols through the woods around Pixie Hollow, making sure all the trees are happy. Like many forest talents, Latia secretly thinks that the trees talk to her, and she likes to sing them lullabies at night. She’s sure the trees appreciate it, especially the elms. Latia is pretty sure they’re afraid of the dark.

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Jane Darling's Fairy , Spring | Message Talent Fairy

Spring is one of the best message talent fairies in Pixie Hollow. She’s almost as fast as a fast flying fairy. And she can memorize any message, no matter how long on the spot. Spring’s most impressive skill is her ability to find fairies. She always seems to know where everyone is even if she hasn’t seen them for days.

Lampwick and Pinocchio’s Family members:

Bella Rossi's Fairy, Madge | Animal Talent Fairy

Madge is an animal fairy. She is good friends with Cora, Finn, Terra, Fawn, and Beck.

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Carina Rossi's fairy , Glissandra | Light Talent Fairy

Glissandra is an unusual light talent. That’s because she loves rainy days. Glissandra enjoys the soft grey light that shines through the clouds. She tells her friends that she thinks it’s “poetic”. She also loves making rainbows after a storm. But Glissandra’s favorite thing about rainy days is the sight of raindrops hanging from a spider web. The way her light glistens off the droplets would bring a smile to any fairy’s face. 

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Geppetto's Fairy , Azure | Woodcarving-Talent Fairy

Azure is a wood carver. She never goes anywhere without her sharp little knife, and she can’t be around a piece of wood without creating something. Azure loves to make small carvings of mice, birds and snakes. Her pieces are so lifelike that the other fairies sometimes mistake them for the real thing. In fact, the animal talent Beck once tried to start a conversation with one of Azure's chipmunks before she realized it was just a carving.

Smitty From Dumbo 1941 x Princess Marie From Adventures of The Gummi bears (Without Aquarianne From Adventures Of The Gummi bears Cuz she’s a full fledged mermaid ):

Smitty's Fairy , Clank | Tinker Talent Sparrow Man

The first thing anyone notices about Clank is how loud he is. He's also a little clumsy but the other tinkers don't mind. At the end of the day, there is nobody better at making a wagon or fixing a broken paintbrush than Clank. Of course, this super loud tinker would probably be quieter if he ever remembered to take the cotton stuffing out of his ears. He wears it because it can get loud in the workshop. When he forgets to take them out he ends up hollering at everyone because he can't hear.

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Princess Marie's Fairy , Nettle | Caterpillar Shearing Talent Fairy

Nettle thinks she has the best talent in Pixie Hollow (actually most fairies think that, even the mud-sifting fairies). Nettle is a caterpillar shearing fairy. Without her help, caterpillars would never be able to see where they’re going. Caterpillars don’t love having their hair clipped, but the good news is they don’t move very faster. With her practical head scarf keeping her hair out of her eyes, and her gleaming shears in her hand, Nettle is ready for business.

For @hannahhook7744 , @fairiesandbeatleslover and @princessquinnella

[forty-five-shots]

Hey! Idk if you’re still active but can you write some headcannons about larry? Or maybe a fic? Just some cute fluffy stuff in his treehouse? I don’t see a whole lot out there abt larry compared to how much is out there abt sal lol. Thank you!!

Of course! And I’m always open to requests.

Larry is so underrated for being one of the best characters in the game. <\3

Larry Headcanons

— Cozy Tree House HC’s 🏡

(I’m doing one centered around the tree house and one that’s more general because you’re right, there really isn’t enough Larry content out there)

I’m also going to write a fic soon cause ngl these headcanons got me hooked….

Larry and the group spend tons of time in the tree house, hell sometimes even Gizmo can be found sleeping there.

When it gets chilly there are tons of blankets and pillows set out to sleep or rest in.

Before he met the entire group he resided in the tree house for most of his time, playing video games or painting. It was (is) his safe place.

- He’s got a whole lot of stuff from his childhood up there. Photos of his family, old toys, and souvenirs from whatever stupid thing he got himself into.

- Outside of the tree house he tends to walk the forest paths collecting stones or bones that he takes back and keeps in the tree house.

- He knows a bit about plants from his parents and about animals from his father.

- Larry often feels the most connected to his absent father when in or near the tree house, he doesn’t understand why though

- They’re a bunch of snacks in the treehouse too, like chips or cookies. Basically anything that can be eaten quickly.

- He was worried to invite people to the treehouse at some point, worried that if he did it’d change the atmosphere and he wouldn’t enjoy it anymore.

- There’s a first aid kit up there from the time Larry tripped and hurt himself on some loose wood in the tree house.

- Once when Larry was younger he’d gotten really upset about his father being gone, so he went up into the tree house and pretended he was the only person in the world. Even now they’re time Larry can be found up there pretending.

- Sometimes when Larry gets bored he paints over certain spots of wood or planks in the tree house. Now they’re random planks and spots in the tree house with art on them.

- Larry carved him and his friend’s initials on the tree.

- He has this tradition of leaving painted hand prints on one of the walls of the tree house, now there’s hand prints (all rising in size) there.

- Everyone added to Larry’s tree house throughout time. Ashely added small, dim lights, Sal added random things he found cool from the forest, and Todd added a radio.

- Larry uses the radio to play music while he naps (he frequently naps in the treehouse).

- As he grew older the tree house gained holes and broke down in certain areas but he always made sure to get it fixed up the best he could.

[thehungryboyfriends]

What everyone’s favorite food now and what tuckers family like

Gizmo's is mozzarella sticks

Thunder's is fried chicken ( the only normal food he eats)

Rocky's is cornbread

Russell's is steak

Captin's is French fries

Slink's is potato chips

Ratchet's is carrot cake

Felix's is lobster

Spike's is burritos

Niko's is ribs

Ash's is cherries

Max's is cheese in any way

Saber's is buffalo wings

Mikey’s is calzones

Boris's is chocolate cookies

Jake's is butter burgers with bacon

Tucker's is chicken fried steak

Rufus's is Apple pie's

Tony's is a meatball sub

Greg's is oysters

Oscar's is egg rolls

And Leo's is strawberries

And btw I'll do Tucker's family in a reblog I just don't have space here

[animation-recaps-by-sean]

Gravity Falls Beyond the Woods Chapter 20

In which things come to an end

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The family made their way back to the shack. They were bruised and battered, but glad to make it out alive. Soos and Melody grabbed Josh and gave him the biggest hug he ever had. Manly Dan gave Dipper a slap on the back, which hit more than the ship crash did. Stan and Ford comforted Mabel and Pacifica.

Soon Dipper found himself explaining what he saw to Stan and Ford. He told them about the clones he made. Ford closed his eyes in thought. “Fiddleferd and I made that copying machine in hopes that our copies would be able to help with the labor involved in building out secret labs and bunkers. Of course they had no more knowledge of architecture and construction than we did. So we ended up hiring contractors anyway. Made the memory gun to wipe their memory.” He sighed. “You all keep paying for my mistakes don't you?”

Stan put his arm around Ford's shoulder. “Come on sixer, it's not all your fault,” he said. “Dipper’s the one who made the clone in the first place.”

“Stanley, you made Dipper use the damn machine in the first place, and you knew what it did.”

“Way to play the blame game poindexter.”

After sleeping for a long, long time, Rose awoke to a new day, and a new celebration. It was her Great Grunkles birthday. Everyone was gathered in the shack for food and drink. Even the remaining Corduroys made it. While the music was playing she noticed her brother and Josh were talking.

“It was nice having you along.”

“Yeah, you guys do that often?”

“No, no, that was new.”

“Hey you wanna dance?”

“Yes, yes I do.”

He took his hand and the two began dancing to the song.

Soos was quick to realize what was happening. “Dude look, our sons like each other. We're gonna go from friend bros to for real bros!”

“Soos, they're kids. Don't put pressure on- and you're already imagining the wedding cake aren't you?” Dipper looked amused.

“It’ll be chocolate.”

Nanna was yelling at that poor little cousin again. Wendy took a deep breath. She had enough. “You know what Nan? It's none of your business how she's living her life. And stop dragging me into your shit! Yes, I have kids. And yes I wouldn't trade them for the world. But you know what? Everybody's different and we might not all what the same fucking thing!” Wendy turned to her younger cousin, “Have kids, don't have kids. Just make sure that it's what you want and it's your choice.” Nana looked like she got punched in the face. The younger cousin smiled a thank you to Wendy.

As the Pines and Corduroys partied into the night, Robbie got a visitor. “Tams! I thought you said that you weren't coming back for a week!”

“Well things wrapped up quicker than I thought they would so I just had to see you Robbie. Wendy’s in town right? How has she been?”

“Oh you wouldn't believe what's been happening here.”

“In this town? Try me.” She pulled in her husband for a hug. As they hugged, their baby used fairy magic to levitate herself up to the counter and grabbed a cookie that was there before floating down.

Back at the shack most everyone had left, Stanley was asleep in Mabel’s arms, Tyrone and Josh were still talking, and Stanford was showing Ashley some gizmo. Rose had slumped down and sat between her mom and dad.

Her dad turned to her. “Well Rose, what happened on your adventure?”

“You guys know what happened. You were there.”

“We were there for half of it. What about the rest? Come on Rosie, tell us a story.”

Rose couldn't help but blush. She stood and while grinning ear to ear and finally got to tell her parents about her own adventures. After she was finished she would go to her room and the glass Cass containing her grandmother's memories on top of her pillow. But that could wait until morning.

After her husband fell asleep, Tambry slipped out and went back to the motel she set up base in after assassinating the Homunculus. She pulled out her phone and called a number.

“Yes sir, he's dead.”

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“No sir, I was the only survivor.”

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“Yes sir, the whole team.”

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“Yes sir it was.”

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“No sir, my moth- the Queen thinks I destroyed it. She still thinks I'm a good little Puck.”

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“I'll deliver it to you personally sir.” Tambry was staring at something. In a nice case in the center of the room was the statue of Bill Cypher, fully intact.

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“No, thank you mr president.”