#Mint Deluxe

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Invisible Waves 34.

25.08.2024

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[diecastmania]

1947 Ford Super Deluxe Tudor Sedan

Planned release by Danbury Mint. The model was rejected by DM and later became an unauthorized issue by sellers in China. Announced in 2012. It is 1:24 scale. The model is very limited and featured in Tuscan Tan.

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PANDAN ICE-CREAM, BABY.

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Near Mint Condition looks at the Something is Killing the Children Deluxe Edition Book 2 which came out last week.

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COUPLE THINGS #2

Putting You x Dean Winchester through everyday relationship stuff - 1300 words

Pasta and Pie

It’s a rare moment when you can cook in the bunker. Not just make a meal, but cook from scratch with fresh ingredients.

Pasta that’s not al dente after two minutes in the microwave, but the kind you put in a pot and boil. Nevermind it’s dried and came from the local grocer in a plastic bag that’s flakey and easy to break. It’s the thought that counts.

Yes, you bought tinned tomatoes, but you picked up some mushrooms and onions to counteract them. A carrot and a small zucchini like your mom used to do for you because both Winchesters need their vegetables. They’re growing boys, after all.

You’re just chopping them up fine for Dean and countering again with bacon and minced meat.

“Meat man,” you whisper with a grin and place everything at the ready. You reach under the steel bench for a bowl, and up top for a pan, swinging overhead. Stretch behind for a knife just as Dean walks in.

His hair still holds the water from his shower. It’s dishevelled, but it’s clean, free of monster guts.

“Feeling better?” you say as he pads over to you.

His bare feet slap on the polished floor as he crosses the room. “Yeah,” he croaks.

His fingers grip your waist. They shuck up your shirt. Palms smooth over your skin. Toned chest covered in a simple Henley reminds you Dean Winchester has a heart. He nips your jugular from behind, tugs on your chin, then demands a kiss from your lips.

“What’s all this?” he says, when he pulls away just enough. Breath touches your nose, fresh with mint, cooling and sweet.

“I told you I was making pasta. Got you pie for dessert, too.” You wink.

“Oh, yeah?” His hand finds your ass. Taps you once. Smooths the skin beneath through the soft material you wear.

There’s no need for stiff jeans or FBI gear when there’s snow days afoot. Rest and recuperation is key. Your bra was gone the second you got back from the store.

“What if I want you?” he husks. Plants another nibble below your ear and behind it.

Hmm. You hum. “Later.” You grab an onion and slide the wooden chopping board close.

The blade glides through the skin. Chops it clean in half, and you’re soon peeling and dicing the layers into sizable chunks.

“You’re going to cut yourself,” he says, and your knife hits the wood with a dull thud.

“What?”

“Just. Here.” Dean’s calloused grip pries the handle from you. Snatches the second half of the onion, and starts chopping with you in the middle. “See. You gotta keep your fingers clear of the blade.”

“I know that.” You just find it awkward.

Any retort you had gone as you watch on, however. His hands, steady. His glide smooth.

“Who taught you how to do that?” you say. You can’t recall him ever using onions on his Dean Deluxe’s. Just store-made patties, lettuce, cheese, tomato. Sauce.

His “Lisa” is quiet. His eyes stay on his hands as yours did, making quicker work of the vegetable than you ever could.

Your tongue pokes at your cheeks. Swipes up and down. He never mentions them, though you know of her and Ben, of course.

They were still together when you met the guys. At least Dean was trying to make it work. You saw what Crowley did to her. Saw the pain Dean felt when he let them go, and you picked up the pieces of a broken heart years later.

You’re left unsure whether to ask about her or pass the moment off and forget it, so “She teach you how to grate, too?”

You’re an idiot.

His, “Yeah,” crackles on the end.

He looks your way. Eyes almost amber in the bunker’s light. “Same principle.” His voice deepens, and he flashes a grin. “Keep the fingertips away from the sharp bits. Makes ‘em small enough to hide in the sauce.” He cocks a brow.

“A wise woman.”

“She is.” He nods. “Never fed me bacon, though.”

“No,” you exaggerate. Full of fake disgust. Eyes widen, but you can’t help the smile. “Guess she wanted to keep you ‘round.”

You shouldn’t have said that.

“And you don’t?” He squeezes your waist with his arm.

“It’s bacon!” You nudge him back with your hips. “If you don’t want it—”

“No, no, no. I never said that.” He drops the knife. His hand grips your wrist and turns you to him next. Pauses. “I want you ‘round.”

“Yeah?” Your grin widens. Even more so when he repeats you. Your hand finds its way to his chest.

It rises, heartbeat holds firm below the warmth of his body. He leans down and gives you another quick kiss. “Lisa was in my past. You know that.”

Your nod can only be curt when his lips still sway next to yours. Eyes flutter close, breath breathes him in. His soap, toothpaste, his musk. You’d never be able to describe it to anyone, but it’s the best in the world.

“I know,” you say. “I’m thankful for that.”

He pulls back. Blinks, pouts. His throat bobs up and down. The question of why plays on his features, his brow, the dimple just above his chin.

“She shaped you into who you are.” You pat his tummy. Palm thuds on the one too many burgers. The whiskey gut on a beer diet.

The worth he never gives himself credit for flashes through his eyes, and just as he’s about to pull you in and kiss you again, you open your mouth, and swoop in for the kill. “Now I’m gonna ruin it with more bacon.”

He takes another pause. His brows furrow, then relax when his grin pulls them down to squeeze his cheeks as his fingers squeeze you.

He leans in and ghosts your lips. “And I’m gonna ruin,” he starts and you’re breathless now, heart rate climbing fast, “that pie. Where is it?”

You snort first. He follows. You give him a soft smack, landing on his pectoral. It shakes beneath your palm as an airy snicker hisses past his front teeth. The bellow that comes next flitters through your ears and into your own chest, now warm like the bridge of your nose above it.

“Is it here?” Fingers creep under the elastic wrapped around your waist, spreading more warmth into your skin. You’d melt if it weren’t for his arm holding you upright. Your grip on the steel bench helps as his breath comes back to take yours again, interrupting the shake of your head.

You could stay like this for minutes, hours. Mould into and let him carry you away to the stars or some other poetic place bordering on lust and lecher, only he pulls back.

And though you’re partial to continuing, wanton for a different kind of feast, when he says, “Later?” gaze flicking down to the shelf below your chin? You nod with your eyes. Bite grazes your lower lip. Tongue rubs the upper. It’s a promise.

“So.” He clears his throat, lets you go. Puts his hands on his hips and scans the counter. “Want me to grate the other stuff?”

“If you like.” Your thumbs rub your fingertips, nails scratch your palm, willing your brain to think. For the high to subside enough to continue the task at hand.

“I’ll start on the mince,” you say and move to the fridge to get it. Heart in a flutter, making itself known in your chest. Mind aware of the tall hunter, grappling with the lid of the slicer that won’t quite fit. It’s a son-of-a-bitch, or so he says. Heaven help the carrot and zucchini that are about to face his wrath.

Heaven help you later.

This one is thanks to a poll I remember answering a couple of months ago, regarding which SPN character could chop an onion correctly. I voted for Rowena on account of the potion making she no doubt has experience in, but I can also imagine Dean commandeering a knife in this instance. Hoping to do a Sammy one next - Beth ❤️

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Sweet Tooth

Summary: Ari gets inventive when he finds himself in the doghouse with you. Be sure to check out the follow-up drabble, Sweet Tooth Deluxe!

Warnings: Smut, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Arch Nemesis', Dominant Ari, Aprons, Arguments, Oral Sex (fem rec mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Pussy spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, Violent Thoughts, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @honeygngergemini. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari leans back in his chair, one long leg coming to rest atop his knee as he levels a hard look at Officer Milton Foster. He scrubs a tired hand over his face, his mind working overtime to process what the young man had just said.

“But that makes zero fucking sense.” He grumbles, groaning when he sees Milton just shake his head.

“Aye, man.” The dark-haired deputy  throws up his hands. “You asked me where I thought you went wrong and I told you.” He turns in his office chair to spare a quick glance at his computer. “Do not shoot the messenger.”

“No one’s being shot, alright? I just don’t get the logic behind any of the shit you just said.”

Couple that with the fact that you’d been icing him out for the past several days for reasons unbeknownst to him – which had left him in a god awful mood. He missed you. Your laugh, your warmth, your smile. 

All of it.

Not to mention that deliciously curvy body that had been keeping him warm at night. He really missed that. More than than anything he needed a fucking kiss.

But you were ignoring him. And Ari had discovered pretty quickly that he didn’t like any of it. Not one bit.

So, he’d turned to what he felt like was his only ally in this god-forsaken town: the newly minted sheriff’s deputy, Milton Foster.

“So you’re really trying to tell me that the reason my woman is pissed at me is because I ate Charline Marshall’s pecan pie at the town potluck, liked it, and asked for seconds.” Ari smooths an annoyed hand over his bearded face. Trying to understand Bell’s Creek’s local politics could really do a number on a person. 

“And don’t forget that she purposely dropped your lady’s bramble berry pie on the ground.” Milton does a quick spin in his chair. “She tried to pretend it was an accident, but most of us know better. Charline Marshall has eyes for you and I think she might be ready to make it known.”

“I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t even pick that woman out of a lineup.”  

Milton simply shrugs before taking another spin in his desk chair. “You’ve got a lot of admirers, Mr. Bounty Hunter. A man like you blows into town…well, you’re downright exotic. Every single red-blooded woman under 75 wants a taste.”

Ari visibly shudders before crossing his legs at the ankle. He didn’t want anyone else. This particularly surly Bounty Hunter wanted you. He only wanted to eat your food. Enjoy your sweets. Fall to his knees and devour the fuck out of your pretty little pussy.

“Hard pass, buddy.” Your lawman sighs. “I didn’t know shit about the pie incident. I mean, how could I when she was barely talking to me or anyone at that party?”

“Not saying it’s your fault, big guy. Logically, what would you have been able to do if she had told you?”

Ari looks up at him, his piercing blue gaze never once leaving the young deputy’s. “I would’ve taken her back to my place and spent the rest of the night making her feel better. I would’ve done everything in my power to take my girl’s mind off that petty shit.”

“Mmm.” Milton murmurs as understanding suddenly dawns. “I really don’t wanna get too deep in your business, but your lady is like a sister to me.” He leans back in his chair so that he can kick his feet up on his desk. “We used to play on the playground together as kids. And full disclosure, she used to beat my ass.” The deputy chuckles as he begins to recount all the way you used to be a tiny force of nature. 

“I…can see that.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, I think your original plan was a good one.” 

“Meaning?” Ari leans over to take a sip of his now cold coffee. It tasted like shit anyway, even when it was hot. In fact he longed for you, his BIrd, to make him one of your little caffeine-infused concoctions – preferably while wearing nothing but his shirt. 

So he could also take a bite out of that luscious ass while you refreshed his mug. After all, he was a man who prided himself on his ability to multitask. 

“Meaning, you need to find a way to distract her while making your point.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re a smart fuckin’ guy who set his sights on someone who could easily be the most stubborn woman in the whole damned state.” A smirking Milton offers up a salute with his can of Dr. Pepper. “That’s for you to figure out. All I can do at this point is wish you luck.” 

“Thanks.” Ari grunts, wishing that he had a better idea of what to do with you.

Oh, rest assured that he’d figure it out. You were too important to him not to. He just hoped you’d find it in your heart to take it easy on him for his mistake. 

The Next Day

You wake up to the smell of cooking sausage wafting into your room. It makes you smile as you stretch your arms over your head. Your stomach growls in agreement, subtly reminding you that you’d neglected to make dinner last night. 

Oops. You hadn’t meant to forget, it had just happened. Normally you would end your night with speaking to your Beast of a Bounty Hunter, who always made sure you ate. But lately, you have been both mad at him and embarrassed.   

Because at a recent town potluck, Ari had eaten your rival’s pecan pie. Now, you weren’t children, but this had also been after she’d purposely sabotaged your own dessert by accidentally dropping it on the ground. 

Charline pretended that it had been a mistake. But the way you’d witnessed her laugh after the fact. And then she’d fed your man, reveling in every minute. You’d known her pecan pie was dry, but Ari had seemed to enjoy it. So much so that he’d asked for a second piece. 

Which was fine, except it had hurt your feelings. And you hadn’t been sure how to relay exactly relay that fact either. So you’d clamped down. You’d bottled up. 

And as a result, your poor, sweet man was suffering. Which meant you needed to apologize. But you weren’t quite sure how to go about it. As you sit up, you vow to yourself to give him a call today. As soon as you sat down and enjoyed your breakfast.

And then it occurs to you. You weren’t the one cooking. Which meant someone was in your house. 

You spring out of bed and grab your Louisville Slugger that you always kept nearby. Taking a deep breath, you quietly make your way down the stairs, your trusty bat poised to take a swing at whatever moron who’d chosen to take up residence in your kitchen.

Baring your teeth, you crest around the corner on bare feet, ready to make your presence known. 

“You gonna hit me, Bird?” Ari muses as he adds a dash of salt, followed by pepper to whatever it is he’s got cooking in the skillet. Your flippin' skillet. “Is that really how this ends? You take me out while I’m being kind enough to whip us up some breakfast?”

Momentarily flummoxed you find yourself lowering your weapon in favor of taking in the scene before you. This man – your Bounty Hunter – was currently standing in your kitchen clad in nothing but an apron. 

Your apron. And yet somehow it fit him better

“Wh–what are you doing?” You ask him, letting your baseball bat clatter to the floor at your feet. You wouldn’t need it. You were safe with this man, but only to a point. “And how’d you get in?” You hadn’t given him a key yet. 

That was supposed to be a present for later. 

“Eh.” Ari shrugs, flipping a pancake with surprising skill. “Maybe I saw my gift and swiped it after the potluck. Maybe you weren’t listening to me and I couldn’t get a read on you, so I had to be an asshole and make an executive decision.” He turns away from you to drop a finished pancake on a plate, giving you a fantastic view of his perfectly muscled ass.

“You mad?” 

“N-no.” You respond as you feel your thighs clench. God, how you wished that you’d come down here wearing pants. “I was actually planning to reach out to you today. Can I ask what you’re doing?” You shiver as you feel your thighs grow damp, your traitorous pussy working against you. 

You should be mad that your Beast had broken into your house. Instead you were happy to see him with a much deserved apology ready to fall from your lips. 

“Making you breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and sausage.” He adds another delicious pancake to the stack. “I’m gonna feed you, and then I’m gonna fuck you, and make you rethink ever ignoring me again.” He purrs, the intoxicating rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest. 

Fuck you were so wet it was almost embarrasing. 

“I’ve earned the rights to that tight little pussy, baby. And when I make a mistake like I did with that goddamned Charline, I want you to tell me.” Ari turns off the range, pulling the food off the heat and onto a plate.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, both hating and loving the way your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your oversized t-shirts. Actually, it was one of his. A detail he also seemed to notice. “How can I make it up to you?”

Ari studies you for a moment, his handsome face tilting to the side. And then your eyes stray to the sight of his impressive erection. You watch as one of his big hands reaches down to fist his hard cock, pumping it once. Twice. 

“You can start by going back upstairs. I want you naked, on all fours. I want to come up there and feast my eyes on your soaking wet cunt.” His heated gaze bores into your own, making your already drenched core spasm one more. “And you’d better be wet for me, otherwise I’m gonna spank it. And you.” 

“O-okay.” You find yourself taking a step back, your hand clutching at the wall. 

“I’m gonna eat it baby.” Ari growls, his voice filled with a mix of unbridled lust and determination. “I’m gonna make that pussy fucking cry. And you’re gonna fucking take it. You hear me?”

“Yes.” You whisper, resisting the urge to reach down as you stroke your eager fingers over your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sir.”

He takes a menacing step towards you, his body delighting in the way that you shiver. You’d been bad. Which means it was time to pay the price. And what better man to exact that payment than your own handsome, 6”4 Beast? 

“And then I’m gonna fuck you in front of that brand new mirror I bought you. I’m gonna show you who owns that beautiful body and remind you why it’s important to talk to me when you need me.” Another menacing step. “And then I’m gonna feed those delectable curves after I’ve had my fill.”

“And then…” He tilts his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “You’re gonna let me kiss it all better while I make love to you.”

“Y-yes, please.” Right now you were willing to give this man whatever he wanted. Whatever helped you atone for your supposed sins.

“There’s a good girl.” He intones as he unties the apron, leaving him naked and aroused in your simple kitchen. “Now run.”

END

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There was Margie, and then there was the batfam, what about the rogues with Steph time in retail?

Part 1 with Margie

Part 2 with the batfam

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[at the grocery store]

Riddler: Riddle me this: you eat me before I'm born and after I'm dead. What am I?

Steph: Eggs are aisle 3, chickens are aisle 4.

———————

[at the coffee shop]

Ivy: Is the oat milk locally sourced?

Steph: Yes, I don't recommend it.

———————

[at the clothing store]

Scarecrow: *walks in*

Steph: Sorry sir, this isn't a Spirit Halloween yet.

———————

[at the drive-thru]

Steph: Welcome to Batburgers, what can I get you?

Harley: Hiya! Can I do a double cheese batburger deluxe with no onions and extra pickles, and I'll have a side of nacho chili cheese fries with a drizzle of barbecue sauce. I'll also take two Bat-Hound Doggy Bags—one with Robin nuggets, honey mustard, milk, and apples with caramel, and the other with the steak Talon tacos minus the sour cream and with the salsa separate, fruit punch, and the Hush Puppies.

Steph: Anything else?

Harley: Yeah, I'll do the Create Your Own milkshake with vanilla bean, chocolate, strawberry, cookies 'n cream, cherry, black cherry, cotton candy, funfetti with double the fetti, mint chip, salted caramel, peanut butter crunch, brownie bites, extra whipped cream, and gummy bears on top.

Steph: Alright, that'll be $20.37. Please pull up to the next window.

Harley: Before I pay, could you read that back to me?

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[at the furniture store]

Steph: Let me guess, you need new cushions.

Clayface, while dripping clay: *nods sadly*

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[at the restaurant]

Joker: Give me a good laugh. A hearty chuckle. Serve me up nice, warm smile.

Steph:

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[at the call center]

Steph: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I help you?

Black Mask: *starts threatening every member of the Wayne family*

Steph: Mhm. I understand. Please hold.

Steph: *puts him on hold*

Steph: *clocks out*

Steph: *goes home*

———————

[at home]

Steph: You won't BELIEVE the week I had.

Tim: Remind me again why you work seven jobs simultaneously?

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[diecastmania]

1940 Ford Deluxe Tudor Sedan

Issued by Danbury Mint in 2005. It is 1:24 scale. A Limited Edition, # 3732 of 5000. The model is finished in Folkstone Gray.

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Bittersweet 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc. 

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU 

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk. 

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 

Summary: Your startup business catches the eye of a powerful rival.

Character: Loki Laufeyson

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved. 

“So, the Green Bundle includes a Match truffle, chocolate mint smoothies, and green tea infused fudge,” you explain to the trio of women across from you. “The deluxe includes peppermint cocoa as well and comes in a this mug.” 

You present one of the few kits you have left in your inventory. As big a deal as getting a stall at the event was, you hadn’t expected the crowd. You’re overwhelmed, especially realising you’re the only stand with only a single body. 

“That’s so cute,” the taller brunette remarks, “what about the Pink kit? It says strawberry and creme?” 

“Ah, yes, that one sold out rather quickly today. I can offer a voucher for my online boutique or I can sell you a sampler box? It has the strawberry and creme as well as my more popular flavours.” 

“Do you do this all yourself?” The curly blonde asks as she eyes the chocolate dipped cherries. 

Another body crowds in, a tall men bending to peruse your hand-painted sign listing all your bundles and boxes. He pays you little mind as he eyes cling to the letters and he reaches to pluck up one of your cards. You return your attention to the blonde. 

“Yes, they’re all hand-crafted. The mugs as well but I don’t do those. I’ve a friend who makes those.” 

“The packaging is so pretty,” the first preens, “can I have a sampler then?” 

“Sure,” you answer, “I do the packaging as well. All the stickers, the bows I tie myself, and I decorate each box.” 

“Wow, that’s so cool,” the middle on remarks, “I’ll have a sampler as well and the green bundle.” 

“Sampler for me,” the third agrees. 

You go through the same process with each. You grab the product, put it in a bag, seal it with a sticker, and ring them through with a tap of their card. They all seem excited for their purchase and it’s contagious. It’s been a hectic day but you’re running low and you don’t think you’ll make it through to closing. Still, it’s good advertising. 

“Green tea fudge?” The tall man slithers towards the center of your counter, “an unusual combination.” 

“Yes, that one took a lot of experimenting.” 

“Mmm,” he still has your card in hand, bending it slightly as he flicks it with his thumb, “the red bundle. Cherry, red velvet, and...” he leans back to check the sign, “cayenne. Interesting.” 

“I try to make sure there’s variety in each,” you explain. 

“Yes, so it seems. I’ll take a red then.” 

“Sorry, sir, um, I’ve sold out of most. I still have the yellow, the black, and the green--” 

“Sold out?” He raises his wrist to give an emphatic glance at his watch, “either you’re very popular or ill-prepared.” 

You’re surprised by the accusation. He’s rather blunt. You’ve dealt with many different types today but they’ve all been relatively pleasant, after all, it’s hard to be in a bad mood at a Baking Show. 

“Fair, I wasn’t expecting so many buyers, sir. But you have my card, you’ll see my online boutique is listed--” 

“But I want to buy now,” he says as he tilts his head, dark brows rising just slightly. 

“I understand, I apologise for the inconvenience, but I just don’t have the red on-hand. I do have a sampler here--” You grab one of the variety boxes, “it would have the cayenne and the cherry.” 

“Do you think a one-person operation like this is sustainable?” He inquires sharply. 

You wince and shake your head, “sir? I’ve only just started. I’m sure with growth I’ll have to adjust.” 

“And do you have a business plan or is this some Etsy venture with no goals?” 

You nearly choke. You don’t know what you’ve done to offend him. 

“Well, sir, if you don’t want to buy, I do have free samples available. I don’t have any of the red flavours but I do have some banana peanut butter and salted caramel apple--” 

“I didn’t ask about samples,” he insists, “I’m asking about your business plan.” 

You bat your lashes and look around. Has he come to this event just to interrogate people over their bottom line? 

“I suppose it’s something I will have to review after today,” you contend. 

“I’d say,” he tucks your card into his jacket pocket, his hand lingering within as he pulls out a leather wallet, “if you have any questions...” 

He slides a card free and offers it. You take it hesitantly and read the gold font on matte black cardstock. Black Snake Chocolatier. You run your fingers over the embossed lettering and narrow your eyes. You peer over at the large banner over that business’ booth. He must be from over there but he’s not exactly dressed for the work. His suit is pressed and stainless. 

“I did sponsor that one,” he pulls your attention back, “but I’ve come down to take measure of my competition and possible... acquisitions.” 

You nod slowly as you meet his green eyes. Is this intimidation? 

“Loki Laufeyson,” he offers his hand as a glint of silver in his hair catches the light, “might I have your name?” 

You trade your name and a handshake. He squeezes enough for you to wince. He lets go and you slip his card in you apron pocket with all the others collected from your fellow vendors. 

“I’ll certainly take a sampler,” he says, “see if this little venture has any teeth.” 

His every word is like a bite. He speaks with the fangs of the very logo of his business. You put his purchase into your phone and offer the square for him to tap his payment. He processes it and swipes up the box before you can package it. 

“Do you want a bag?” You ask. 

“I can handle it,” he tucks the box under his arm. “Best of luck to you doing the same.” 

He glances around and slowly moves aside as a group of new customers set in. A family of five with three hollering children with grabby hands. Your eyes widen as you smile at them as best you can. This day has truly tested your social battery. 

[fraudulent-cheese]

Jumble of Total Drama contestants with the Papa's Freezeria Deluxe orders im assigning them, Part 1

Alejandro: Choose the pineapple chunks for very obvious reasons; i landed on strawberry for the syrup because i just looked up what flavors go well with Pineapple and it showed up. Generally a sweet, sweet sundae because he definitely has a sweet tooth he won't admit to

Axel: Variant on the Nutty Butter Blondie. The original Special Recipe is almost perfect but it was missing the bitterness Axel would particularly enjoy. She'd totally like peanut butter tho

B: Most of his sundae was chosen for the vibes™, that and i can't see him ordering big sugary stuff on the regular, but if he does he'll indulge with the caramel and honey. The birch beer toping is added specifically because he likes the flavor.

Bridgette: hers was inspired by the Ube Blue Bay as well as the Tropical Treat, the former being one of the Special Recipes with the Maui Meringue included. I gave her, Geoff and Brody similar ice creams for uh. being the polysurfer trio in my head lol

Brody: SPEAKING OF WHICH. Based off of Calypso Island Coconuts except not really. Just wanted to incorporate a bit more pink and i got a little carried away.

Courtney: Variant of the Caramel Macchiato. i simply changed it to include more brownies as a reference to Island. That, and to make this sundae even sweeter.

Dawn: Im so glad the easter holiday gives you access to this many pastel colored ingredients, because it was very easy to make Dawn's sundae that way!

Dawn would be a tiramisu and jelly beans enjoyer and you cannot convince me otherwise. because im correct

Duncan: Vaguely inspired by the sundae i have him when i drew him that one time. Lots of Mint toppings because it's green and also chocolate.

Oh, and the Birch Beer topping is just added because Duncan's a tryhard and thinks it's alcoholic or whatever. He'd do underage drinking to be cool but the only alcohol he could stomach is cider

Emma: Straight up just the Caramel Macchiato. What else would she order, really.

Geoff: Just the Tropical Treat Special Recipe. Look at it. It's him but a sundae

Heather: This sundae made me realise there's no direct lemon flavored syrup or chunks in the game, so kiwi chunks + chai syrup was the closest approximation to her order.

I also generally think her favorite holiday would be the volcano gala, mostly because the holiday outfits are so elegant and beautiful. It would appeal to her better than the others at least

Lindsay: Decided to freestyle this one!

The pink lemonade syrup was a MUST for her, she'd love it so much. In general i think she'd enjoy strawberry/cherry flavored ice creams and drizzles and such. She'd order a coffee with three pumps strawberry. to me.

I choose the Donut chunks instead of straight strawberry because it's sweeter :p

Noah: Did not realize both the characters i had chosen for both my Driver and Chef were going to be back to back due to the Alphabetical order O_O

Uh anyways! For Noah i tried coming up with the sundae that would hypothetically have the most inoffensive taste/texture, because i cannot see him liking anything more elaborate :p

Trent: Variant of the Big Top Blondie. It's an apple/banana/lemony sundae, and it's exactly the flavors he'd enjoy. Shame you can't control the numbers that come out of the new years shaker tho, so i had to resort to the 7s.

Tyler: Another freestyle! Generally landed on something that included biscuits and the cereal shaker topping since i do think Tyler would like those alot. Also she can share with Lindsay since it's large :D

Aaaand i had way too many for one post, so uh. yeah. See you in part 2

[kirby-birby-blog]

part 15 FINALE

This, is the happy ending of Birby's Double Deluxe...

???: Gikan will come back... Haha...

credits

@kachikirby @george228732 @moonsharkss @moonmacabre01 @ehatnow @doroche @umbralknight1344 @ant-bunny @beepsnivy @that-fanperson-meg @thebunnywhoneverlikedcarrots @pruskita @bagelwizard @azzie-tangerine @ghostbny @cauli-flawa @inufaiya @galapathy @nokk0 @boa35 @the-chaos-axolotl @mistilteinn-magolor @novamayhem @metagalariod @iwontusethis255 @kamalemons @mint-termsandconditions @springbreezes-and-peonies @trainerbob23 @through-the-gamble-galaxy @c0ffee-7

(I'm so sorry if I bothered you ahfkkhafkhfa)

[turistakrem]

A japán princípium

Előrebocsátom, hogy ebben a bejegyzésben köznyugalom megzavarására alkalmas ételfotók lesznek. Igen, nagyon rossz ételfotókat tudok csinálni, nyugalom.

Ha valaki azon töprengett, miben kerekedtek a japánok a világ fölé úgy, hogy mindenki hódolatát kivívják (anélkül, hogy szánalmasan óbégatniuk kellene, hogy “tiszteletet a japánoknak!”), az nem a kulturális felsőbbrendűségük és a császár isteni leszármazása. Hanem az, ahogyan a tápcsatorna kép végével törődnek. A táplálkozással és az ürítéssel.

Bevallom, magas elvárásokkal érkeztem. Tudom, mi az autentikus kínai konyha és a magyarországi legjobb kínai étterem között a különbség. Minimális elvárásom volt, hogy kápráztasson el minden, amit gasztronómiában itt tapasztalok. Ha minden nem is rengette meg az életemet, 2-3 alkalom már az első héten adódott, ami meghaladta a felfokozott elvárásaimat is, és ez 50 év fölött már nem kevés.

Ugye az íz- és illat-érzékelés az, ami ellen nem tudsz tenni, aminek ki vagy szolgáltatva a nagyon primér ösztöneiddel. Egy darab nyers hal ugyanúgy fel tud kapni és le tud tenni az idő másik síkján, mint Anton Egót a Ratatouille-ben. (Nekem nincsenek gyerekkori nyershalas emlékeim, szóval engem valahova máshová vitt el, de kétségtelenül elrepített.)

Nekem a zsigeri élményekkel minimum egyenrangú a “belegondolás” abba, hogyan teremtődik meg a lehetősége, hogy ennyire elvarázsolódjunk a japán konyhaművészettől. Kezdjük kvalitatíve: csak abban a 14 szintes toronyházban, ahol most lakom három pici étterem van a földszinten: egy koreai, egy japán és egy fülöp-szigeteki (ahogy írtam ez nem egy elit környék). Mindhárom egyértelműen családi vállalkozás, ahol a férfi a szakács, a többiek pedig a körülményeket teremtik meg számára (kassza, mosogatás, beszállítók fogadása). Közel lakom a megállóhoz (ez Tokió négyeshatos vonalán van) kb 15 épület van a domb aljáig még további 4 étteremmel. De ez csak egy mellékcsapás: az állomással szemben vannak az ételutcák kb 30 bolttal és étteremmel (itt ettem azt a nyershalat). A munkahelyem a belváros másik végében van, itt a megállótól 10 perc séta az épület, de végig, megszakítás nélkül éttermek vannak az utca két oldalán, kávézókkal és kocsmákkal pettyezve. Sok irodaház van a környéken, láthatóan megél mindegyik.

Az árak a másik topic, amit szeretnék kinyitni: ezer jen a lélektani határ, amit egy kis étterem elkér egy étkezésért. Onnan tudni, hogy erős a konkurrencia, hogy az utcai táblákon megjelennek a 980-as, 975-ös árak is. Vannak az étlapon “delux” tételek is 1.300-1.800 jenért is, de az 1.000 jenes tétel a tökéletes mindennapi ebéd egy irodai dolgozó számára. Ez általában egy főétel, ha az ramen, akkor salátát kapsz hozzá, ha curry, szusi vagy tésztás cucc, akkor egy csésze miszolevest. A jeges pohár víz, utántöltéssel alap, azért nem kérnek pénzt. Az ízek, az állagok, a frissesség - nem mennék el a fogalmatlan gasztroblogger irányába. Minimum 25 éve tudatosan keresem a kulináris élményeket, van összehasonlítási alapom. Nálam eddig Szingapúr volt a csúcs (a blogban megtalálható néhány erről szóló bejegyzés), de a “beesel random bárhova és még sosem csalódtál” ligában Japán bizonyosan világelső. És még egy szó az ezer jenről. Ez jelenleg 2.370 forint. Egy komplett ebédért vagy vacsoráért. Ezért Budapesten ebéd műfajban konkrétan szart se kapsz. De szart simán kaphatsz ennél drágábban.

Rám merőleges az alkohol, simán megvagyok nélküle bármeddig. Már évek óta szilveszterkor sem volt alkohol a házban, viszont @dulimano miatt mindenképpen meg akartam kóstolni a szakét, ahogy az ember Szardínián megkóstolja a férges sajtot, holott alapból megvan a férgek nélkül. Szóval akkor jöjjön az említett nyershalas kép szakéval. Dora-chan szerint (akivel megszakérttettem a szakét online) nem paliztak be, ez tényleg nem alsópolcos termék. És amúgy finom is volt.

A képeken szerepel még pirított szezámmagos répasaláta és a szaké szabványosan nem peremig, hanem azon túl, a tálka pereméig van töltve.

Szintén Duli javaslatára mentem fel a kiotó állomás 10. emeletére ráment enni és nem bántam meg egyáltalán. Úgy volt brutálisan csípős, hogy közben semminek sem fedte el a valódi ízét. A tésztának pl enyhe szénás aromája volt, ami megint elrepített valahová. Az ember japánban tényleg élményt eszik, nem ételt.

Pár szó az édességekről. Ne keresd itt a legjobb német/francia péksütiket mert ebben tényleg nem a legjobbak - bár pékség műfajban vannak biztató termékek, de ezeket pékségekben találod, nem az üzletek polcain. Azt hittem, hogy a sült-édesburgonya-püré lesz a lelkendezésem legfőbb tárgya, de nem. És most kicsit leteszem a pennát, mert erőt és kreativitást kell gyűjtenem a következő szakaszhoz, hogy minimálisan is érzékeltetni tudjam azt, a bennem lejátszódó folyamatokat.

A matcha kínai találmány, japáni története Kiotóban kezdődött. Itt szépen ápolják ennek a hagyományát, van a városban egy matcha-negyed, ahol a matcha-tea otthoni elkészítéséhez árulnak kellékeket, de persze vannak cukrászdák, ahol a tea mellett mindenféle süteményeket lehet kapni. Szeretem a matchát, vagyis azt a formáját, amiről eddig otthon azt hittem, hogy az. Aztán megláttam a folyóparti cukrászdában egy ablaknál ülő nőnél a deliktumot.

Bár még egy óra múlva értünk vissza, mert előtte megnéztük a szomszédos tavi szentélyt, ami annyira híres és szép, hogy még az ezer jenesen is ez szerepel, a szentélylátogatás során is csak arra a pohárra tudtam gondolni.

Sokan voltak a cukrászdában és 35-40 perc volt, amíg hozzájutottunk, de bármikor mennék újra. A dolog annyira komplex, hogy még térképet is mellékeltek hozzá, ugyanis a matcha összes megjelenési módjában szerepel a pohárban. Porként, habként, piskótaként, jégkásaként, fagylaltként, zseléként, teaként. Annak érdekében, hogy az állagok megmaradjanak és az ízlelőbimbóid ne telítődjenek matchával semleges komponensekből zárórétegeket terveztek közéjük. Aki ezt kitalálta nem Michelin-csillagot, hanem Nobelt érdemel. A fiammal életünk egyik kulináris csúcspontjaként értékeltük ezt az élményt.

A bevezetőben említettem, hogy a japán princípium a tápcsatorna két végének megkülönböztetett figyelmében áll. Térjünk rá a másik végére. Bizonyára mindenki látta már, hogy a japán wc-k különlegesek, van egy kezelőpanel a falon, amivel mindenféle műveleteket lehet végezni ott alul. Bevallom én úgy érkeztem, hogy köszi, ezt kihagyom, de ennél nagyobb hülyeséget nem is csinálhattam volna. Szerencsém, hogy a gyerekem bérlakásában, safe space-ben tudtam megtenni az első lépéseket. Először is ritka, hogy angolul is ki legyen írva a gombokra, hogy mi micsoda, de google lens-szel simán el lehet boldogulni és ha egyet kitanulmányoztál, a többi is menni fog.

A fűthető wc “deszka” (ami persze műanyag) már alapból csodálatos dolog. De az igazi truváj a seggmosó (nőknek egy másik irányból érkező sugár is van), ami erősségben és hőmérsékletben elég jól hangolható. Sőt van egy randomizáló gomb is néha, ami pár milliméteres kilengésekkel tisztít.

Abban megegyezhetünk, ugye, hogy száraz wc papírral sosem fogod tudni teljesen megtisztítani a felületet. Nedves törlőkendő meg nincs mindegyik fiúnál (a lányoknál biztosan van). Ha egy eszköz, amivel nagyon fókuszáltan meg tudod magad tisztogatni, a wc-papírral már csak meg kell szárogatnod magad és láthatod, hogy tökéletesen tiszta vagy. EZ a kultúra, ez a kulturális princípium. És a kultúrájára büszke nyugati ember életének is szerves része kellene, hogy legyen.

A másik megfellebbezhetetlen érv a japánok felsőbbrendűségére a mindenütt megtalálható, ingyenes és tiszta közvécék. Nemcsak az állomásokon, nemcsak a plázákban, de a közepes vagy nagyobb élelmiszerboltokban is van (ismétlem) ingyenes és tiszta wc. Egyáltalán nem lényegtelen szempont egy ország megszeretésében és tiszteletében az ilyesmi.

Már az előző posztomban érintettem az “odaszánás” fontosságát. Aki a rózsát gondozza a villamos kerítésén, aki a halat darabolja és aki a wc-t karbantartja nem úgy él, mint a magyar szolgáltatóipar 98 százaléka, hogy csak tévedésből van itt, átmenetileg, mert valójában ő többre hivatott. Minden csak átmeneti, akkor miért végezzem el szívből a dolgom, miért legyek kedves a vevőkkel. A pincér itt reggeltől estig és egész életével pincér, a bolti eladó nem jobb híján bolti eladó, hanem ebben teljesíti ki az életét és az okoz neki örömöt (a fizetésén kívül), ha a vevő elégedetten távozik. És ha mérnök vagyok (khm), akkor ne csak gépiesen dokumentáljak azért, hogy meglegyen a dokumentáció, hanem megpróbálok annak a szerepébe is belebújni, aki a miérteket is meg akarja érteni.

Az építész pedig, még ha világhíres is komolyan veszi, ha design-közvécék megálmodásával bízzák meg. Ugyanaz az ember tervezett itt Shibuyában wc-t, mint aki Budapesten a Zene Házát alkotta meg. És ezekben az illemhelyekben a munkájukat életcélként élő karbantartók dolgoznak, akiknek valószínű minden nap csak egy a Tökéletes Napokból.

Képek

Az erdőimitáció-wc egy kis tó partján, ahol hápogás közben végezheted a dolgod.

A bezáráskor elhomályosuló, alapból átlátszó fülke. Itt egy kisfiú mindenképpen játszani akart velem.

A gombák fölött egy szentély parkja van.

Jó volt majdnem egy órát ülni a padon és gondolkodni, de leginkább hálát adni.

Komorebi (jap.): a lombok között átszűrődő napfény

[the-queen-of-the-moths]

The aesthetic I made, Pastel Sea Witch

Pastel Sea Witch is characterized by the combination of feminine, witch, mermaid, ocean, and lunar -related themes. Its essentially a combination of mermaidcore, seapunk, bubblegum witch, bubblegum bitch, coconut girl, and a hint of pastel goth.

Decade of origin

2024

Creator/s

@star-of-the-sea-16 (on Tumblr)

Key motifs

Shells, fairy lights, mason jars of beach sand, crystals, pearls , weather, tarot cards, magic, LED lights, mermaids, sirens, water nymphs, candy, lakes, oceans, rivers

Key colours

Baby pink, lavender, baby blue, ocean blue, mint green, white, black

Key values

Self-love, love of the ocean, body positivity, self-expression, freedom, spirituality, deep connection with water spirits

Related animals

Clams

Crabs

Sea bunnies

Fish

Cats

Moonrise Pink Tetras

Frogs

Moths

Butterflies

Jellyfish

Music

Artists

Melanie Martinez

MARINA

Rabitology

Jorge Rivera Herrans

Banshee

Album

PORTALS by Melanie Martinez (Deluxe)

EPIC: The Circe Saga by Jorge Rivera Herrans

SIRENCORE by Banshee

EPIC: The Ocean Saga by Jorge Rivera Herrans

Electra Heart by MARINA

The Family Jewels by MARINA

Ancient Dreams In a Modern Land by MARINA

After School EP by Melanie Martinez

Songs

MILK OF THE SIREN (previously known as SIRENS) by Melanie Martinez

The Bog Bodies (DORM DEMO) by Rabitology

Butcheress (DORM DEMO) by Rabitology

Teen Idle by MARINA

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA

Are You Satisfied? By MARINA

Oh No! By MARINA

FAERIE SOIREE by Melanie Martinez

 MOON CYCLE by Melanie Martinez

TUNNEL VISION by Melanie Martinez

Test Me by Melanie Martinez

Brain and Heart by Melanie Martinez

BIRTH OF VENUS by Banshee

Objects

Candy

Lollipops

Hard candies

Bubblegum

Fairy lights

Shells

Mason jars of beach sand

Pentacles

Lily of the Valley

Pearls

Rose quartz

Blue agate

Stuffed animals

Books

Leather-bound spell books

The moon

Storms

Fish tanks

Mermaid statues

Symbols

Lightning

Moons

Waves

Shells

Clouds

Mermaids

Ships

Fashion

Materials

Velvet

Cotton

Silk

Lace

Tops

Crop tops

Corsets

Bustiers

Button-down blouses

Spaghetti strap tank tops

Shell Bikini tops

Bodices

Halter tops

Frilly tank tops

Graphic tees with pastel Sea witch elements

Bottoms

Swim Skirts

Scale Print leggings

White fishnets

Pleated skirts

Maxi Skirts

Midi skirts

Shoes

Platform boots

Sandals

Platform sneakers

Outerwear

Bathing suit cover ups

Cardigans

Accessories

Pearl or shell crowns

Hair barrettes

Chokers

Belts

Fishing net shawl

Witch hats

Jewelry

Crystal necklaces

Crystal rings

Pearl necklaces

Mermaid necklace

Pearl ring

Aquamarine jewelry

Silver things

Hair and makeup:

The hair and make-up of Pastel Sea Witch involves shimmery eyeshadow, scales, press on pearls, shimmery or glossy lips.

Hair is either down, or styled with braids or fishtail braids

Activities

The activities associated with Pastel Sea Witch are:

Gathering shells

Sewing, knitting, crocheting, embroidery

Swimming

Laying on the beach

Making spell bottles

Fishing 

Beach picnics

Painting and drawing

Building a birdhouse

Reading

Walking in the woods or on the beach

Catching crustaceans 

Catching bugs

Swimming

Playing mermaids or sirens

[autumnalgrove]

Here are just *some* of our Deluxe Greek Deity Candles!

Each candle is made with all natural, high grade essential oils and then are adorned with real crystals and herbs!🌿❤️

Each deluxe candle also has a shimmering surprise waiting for you once the wax has melted 😊✨️❤️

You can find them in our store now! autumnalgrove.com

Image 1: Hecate - Dragon’s Blood, Lavender & Mint

Image 2: Artemis- Cedar & Patchouli

Image 3: Aphrodite- Rose, Jasmine & Frankincense

[bubblegumflavor]

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