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Last one

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Headcanons (part 3)

Part 3 to the headcanona (i dunno how many more parts there will be lol) Again, if you don't like just move on, this a chill place

Coco Calypso

Lesbian

She/Her

Dating: Seaberry Delight

Seaberry Delight

Lesbian

She/Her

Dating: Coco Calypso

Crepes Suzette

Bisexual

Ambiamorous

She/Her

Dating: Strawberry Shortcake, Tangerina Torta

Tangerina Torta

Omnisexual

Transgender (MtF)

She/They

Dating: Crepes Suzette

Frosty Puff

Aroflux

Omnisexual

Demigirl

They/She

Tea Blossom

Bisexual

She/Her

Caramel Corn

Lesbian

She/Her

Dating: Annie Oatmeal

Annie Oatmeal

Sapphic

Any pronouns

Dating: Caramel Corn

[spacetimer]

headcanon that is more of a projection than anything but abed has a breakfast safe food and it's oatmeal. he eats it every single morning and i do mean Every.

i'm not sure what he makes it with (water? milk? plant milk?) but he eats it plain. troy will join him sometimes but he'll eat it with syrup or nut butter of some kind, maybe some chocolate chips as well.

annie likes it too, whenever she eats it she makes it all tasty and pretty with fruit, berries and honey. she cuts some fruit up for abed as well since there are definitely not enough vitamins in plain oatmeal.

[dawngen]

Oatmeal are you okay? Oatmeal??

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Some of my favorite easy and fast foods/snacks for $5 or less that aren't ramen and spaghetti:

Couscous. You can get boxed couscous for like $3 and it's enough for 2-3 side dishes at least and takes literally 5 minutes and no extra ingredients. You can get large containers of it for like $5 at Walmart too so you can season however you want. A nice grain that's easy to digest and pairs well with almost anything.

Popcorn. Everyone's favorite healthy junk food that can satisfy most cravings. You can usually get a box for like $4 or a jar of kernels for like $6.

Oats. Whole oats. Extremely versatile. Put them in smoothies, make cookies, granola, snack bars/balls, brownies, oatmeal, etc. Truly the best bland fiber and filler out there. You can even easily make your own oatmilk for super cheap by blending them with water and straining!

Frozen veggies. Last for months in the freezer and usually under $2 a bag. Not great if you prefer raw veggies, but if you are fond of sautéed or roasted ones, save some money and just get them frozen.

Chocolate chips. Cheaper than chocolate bars and you get a lot more chocolate. Perfect for those cravings!

Powdered potatoes. I know I know but if you ignore the package directions and put some butter and milk and seasonings in it, you can't tell. Ready in like 2 minutes and you get a shit ton of mashed potatoes for like $2.

Vegan Mac and cheese. I'm lactose intolerant and so I will forever be thankful for the vegan movement of the early 2010s for making nondairy products easier to find and more affordable. Vegan Mac and cheese literally tastes the exact same and bakes so well. Annie's so far has been my favorite brand and they have other pastas with sauces too like squash which is so good.

Crepes. You can make your own batter for cheap but who likes all them dishes? You can find pre-made crepes for like $3 for 10.

Apples. You can find 2lb bags of these for $3 at a lot of places. I never knew they were so cheap and I go through phases where I'll eat like 4 a day.

Lunch meat. Packs of turkey cost like $4. I use turkey on so much. Bagels, omelets, salads, sandwiches, wraps, croissants, etc.

Ready to bake pastries. I'm not a big bread person but croissants ready to bake have my whole heart and cinnamon rolls can really help make a bad day a little better.

Pretzels. I'm an absolute whore for Pretzels and eat so many of these things. They're so easy to pack for snacks for class or anything really. I can't go two weeks without them.

Rice crisps. Rice cakes are great but they're big and crumbly and get stale if you don't close the bag JUST right. But little Rice crisps??? Elite. They come in so many flavors and are super crunchy and they're just super cute too and they're bogo a lot at publix.

Frozen potstickers. You can get them for so cheap and I have a giant bag of them in my freezer right now that I got for like $7. I usually get smaller portions for $4 or so though but decided to splurge and get 3lbs of them cus why not.

Frozen shrimp. A bag of extra small Frozen shrimp is about $5 at Walmart. Eat them thawed and cold or put them in pastas or rice or Soups. They're a staple in my house.

These are just a few I could think of off the top of my head. Please add to the list!

[rotomartsblog]

God- this took months! Redesigns of basically every character from all versions of Strawberry Shortcake

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Some notes about name changes under read more

-Just changed Tangerina to Tangerine

-Changed Frosty Puff to Frosty Pop

-Made Gingersnap’s surname Cookie

-Changed Café Óle to Café Con Leche

-Just changed Coco to Cocoa

-Changed Banana Twist to Banana Split

-Renamed Annie Oatmeal to Oatmeal Porridge

-Just changed Caramella Eclair to Caramel Eclair

[kikiiswashere]

Children of Zaun - Chapter 17

Pairing: Silco/Fem!OC

Rating: Explicit

Story Warnings: Canon typical violence, drug use/dealing, dark themes, eventual smut

Chapter Summary: Katya and Viktor finally go to scope out some boats for his Academy project. While at the harbor, she spies a mysterious figure harvesting purple stuff (they were out of Sunny-D), and nearly gets outted by an exuberant Annie. Nasha comes to The Last Drop to talk with Silco and Vander about an opportunity for the revolution.

Previous Chapter

Word Count: 5.5K

The water was warm. Perfect. Not borderline scalding like the Springs. So close to Katya’s own body temperature that it felt like an extension of her. If it weren’t for the way the water parted and lapped at her arms and chest, she wasn’t sure if she would’ve been able to detect it. That, and the rippling across the surface, distorting the starlight’s glittering reflection, confirmed the water’s presence. It was pitch-dark, save for the sparkles above, which shimmered and refracted below, making Katya feel as if she were swimming in space itself.

There was no edge, no horizon line. There never was in this dream. Just her in this infinite space. Her body never tired, her breath was never taken away by exertion. She just swam. Floated.

Sometimes she would hum or sing, and her voice would somehow simultaneously echo off the glittering walls she couldn’t see, and be absorbed by them. The sound thrummed inside her body, and vibrated off of her damp skin.

It was only ever her here. No Viktor splashing behind her, no papa or mama swimming ahead. In some ways, it was nice. In others, it was lonely.

She forged ahead, cutting through the water in a lazy stroke, before flipping on her back and gazing up at the pinpricks of light. She felt her long hair swirl and hover in the water beneath her, swaying like a tangle of kelp. Then, her skin prickled and her body hummed. Katya knit her thick brows together, rolling over and shifting her body to an upright, treading position (although, there really wasn’t a need to tread in this magick-dream liquid). She looked behind her and squinted, even though she knew the action was futile.

Was there someone else here? It felt like it, almost.

She parted her lips to call out.

Then her eyes opened, and she was back in her bed. Squirreled up in her new blanket. The weave was thick and warm, and soft against the skin of her bare legs. The bedroom was still dark, but that wasn’t unusual given the time she normally woke up, and for the Sumps in general. She stretched her hand out of its warm cocoon and pawed at the bedside table, looking for her pocket watch. Once her fingers curled around it, she drew it back and popped it open, eying the time.

Time to get up.

Reluctantly untangling herself, Katya rolled out of bed. She pulled on a pair of trousers and quietly padded out of her room.

By the time the kettle began singing, Viktor had staggered out of his bedroom, bleary-eyed and bedheaded. His sister quietly greeted him as she turned the stove off and he teetered toward the kitchen table, sitting down heavily in his chair.

Katya poured the hot water into mugs of tea and bowls of oatmeal, and set them at their respective seats. They shared their breakfast in silence; Viktor eating very slowly, Katya longing for the herbs and spices of Enyd’s oxtail stew.

“I was thinking,” Katya said, stirring the last couple of spoonfuls around her bowl, “that after we go to the Shores, we could go back to the Springs.”

Viktor looked over his mug at her, interestedly.

“An afternoon swim before dinner?”

“You’ll swim with me?” he asked.

Katya took another bite of bland oats and nodded.

“I could go for a swim,” she said, thinking of her dream.

“We should get going then!” Viktor urged; his energy levels suddenly sparked. He gathered his empty dishes and hobbled to the sink, clumsily depositing them.

Katya chuckled, and followed suit.

The Shores – like the Promenade – had the benefit of sunlight. It reflected off the water’s surface in glittering swaths and sharp, blinding bursts. The air was without the dank funk of the Entresol and Sumps; brine and seaweed in its stead. The last bits of the season’s warmth hung on the breeze, ruffling hair and caressing cheeks. But the promise of the upcoming winter months was on the tail end of the wind; crispness and chill ghosting over the backs of bare necks, causing surprise shivers. As such, Katya had brought Viktor’s jacket, even though he argued and groaned that he didn’t need it. She kept it slung over her arm, but she warned him that when she saw gooseflesh ripple over his skin, the coat was going on. And being the younger brother, he was resigned to agree.

The siblings perched themselves on a heap of dry nets, piled on the Shores’ wharf. Katya was relieved that there wasn’t an Enforcer in sight. She dropped the rucksack she had packed in a thankful flumpf at their feet.

The harbor was still on the fuller side, boats not yet having been taken out for their fishing and trade duties. Dockhands, fisherman and mongers, and fishwives traveled to and fro across the water-sogged pier slats, their footsteps calming, echoing plods on the wood. No one paid the siblings any mind; there was work to be done.

Viktor fetched his notebook and pencil from the sack, along with their Papa’s old book on boats. It was a smaller text so Katya didn’t mind bringing it along.

“Here,” she said, holding a hand out. “I’ll hold on to the book.”

He passed it to her and cracked his steno pad open. Many of the pages inside had already been scribbled over – margin to margin, front and back. It warmed Katya’s heart for a reason she didn’t really understand. She smiled. Viktor flipped to a clean page, set the tip of his pencil on the parchment surface, and looked up, his eyes sweeping up and down the harbor. His sister could see in the intensity of his gaze that he was scrutinizing and memorizing the boats present. Their shapes and sizes, the materials they were made from, the mismatched materials that had been used to patch and repair.

He began slowly and carefully sketching a nearby tug boat, his pencil strokes becoming surer and darker as he went. Occasionally, he would write a note next to his sketch, equations and formulae. Katya watched as his eyes glazed over in intense focus, and how his jaw shifted side to side in concentration. A soft, proud smile pulled at her lips like warm taffy; that fondness slid down her shoulders and settled in between her shoulder blades.

The pair sat in companionable silence. Viktor mumbled to himself every now and again, Katya alternated between flipping through pages of the book in her lap, and letting her eyes lazily wander up and down the docks. The tide was beginning its leisurely return to the sea, and slowly, several of the boats in the harbor were taken out before the water became too shallow. She watched as barnacles and mussels that had glued themselves to the pier posts were slowly uncovered. Above, seabirds excitedly gathered in the sky, clicking and squawking their impending delight.

As the water receded, the algae blooms and scruffy marine vegetation became more noticeable. Slicks of slime green coated rocks and seaweeds draped and dripped lazily over them. Most of the plant life were varying shades of green and brown. For Trenchers, working at the water’s edge was really the only time they would see green in the Undercity. The leafy trees of Piltover couldn’t survive the deep dark of the Fissures. What plant life existed there was either equally dark or sickly pale.

There was one exception.

Not wanting to leave Viktor’s side, Katya strained her neck and squinted her eyes towards the mouth of the harbor. She remembered visiting the tidepools with her Papa; he had told her that the purple algae and flowers only grew there – at the opening of the sea, in the littoral caves that cut into the coasts of Piltover and her Undercity. They had fascinated Katya the most, the way they shimmered and seemed to glow from within.

As the tide receded, she thought she saw the purple glimmer on the rocks. It could’ve been a trick of the sun, but it made her smile all the same. She wished she could’ve shown Viktor, but the tidepools and slick crags of the shoreline were too treacherous for him and his cane.

She felt a small hand paw at her side. Turning back, she saw Viktor asking for the book. She passed it over, and then turned to look out past the harbor again. She blinked. A figure had appeared at the edge of the water. A tall, thin someone. In a dark cloak and a wide-brimmed sun hat. A basket was slung over their elbow. They knelt and pawed at the rocks, and puddles between. Occasionally, they would bring up a fistful of purple algae and deposit it into their basket.

Katya’s spine straightened and her brows pinched together. She’d never seen anyone gather it. Papa had told her that it was one of the few inedible marine flora, and its slimy texture and fickle constitution didn’t make it much good for anything else than looking pretty. She couldn’t imagine what someone would harvest it for. Even the flowers, when picked, lost their luster so quickly that they were wilted by the time one brought them home. She had remembered trying, and being very upset when her bouquet hung limply over the drinking glass she used as a vase.

The figure stood and, with steps that spoke of great practice, glided around the large rocks and out of sight. Katya chewed on the inside of her lip and scrunched her nose. The purple halo of the rocks was gone. Gathered up, for some unimaginable reason, into the stranger’s basket.

A little after noon, once Viktor had nearly filled his notepad with sketch after sketch, Katya suggested that they head for the Springs and Oases. Despite wanting to do this next part of their day, the boy grumbled a bit, struggling to extricate himself from the task he was absorbed in. She patiently waited as he finished his drawings and notes, reminding him in a soft voice to take his time. He finally handed his notebook to her, and she stuffed it and the textbook away in the rucksack.

They hopped off the pile of nets – both siblings taking a moment to stretch their legs and backs – and headed for the stairs that would guide them back into the edges of the Undercity. From there, they would wind through the crumbling boundaries of their home city to the Springs.

Once they were halfway up the stairs, a series of shouts from the docks cause both siblings to jump and look around. Katya’s hands gripped Viktor’s shirt tightly and her heart thundered, her eyes frantically looking back at the docks. A flurry of movement grabbed her eye, and the thudding of her heart lessened.

Down on the right side of the docks, near an ancient looking fishing trawler, Annie bounced furiously, waving her thin arms in the air. Beckett was at her side, mooring the small vessel.

“Katya!” Annie screamed.

Even from faraway, Katya could see the wide smile splitting the other woman’s face. She readjusted her hold on Viktor’s shirt and encourage him to keep walking up the stairs.

“Who’s that?” he asked, stumbling a bit as he tried to follow his sister’s instructions and get a look at whoever was yelling at them.

“A patient from the mines,” she lied, her jaw tight.

“Should we go say hello?”

“No, it’s fine,” Katya quickly replied, continuing to urge him up the stairs.

To satisfy her brother, and hopefully shut Annie up, she turned and waved back. And then continued to encourage Viktor away from the Shores.

It had been a long time since Katya swam in the Springs. She hissed in discomfort as she submerged her body in the near blistering water. Viktor giggled at her, and plunged his head underneath the surface. He burst back up in an impressive wave, chestnut hair plastered to his head. His white, crooked smile stood out from the pink of his skin as he egged her to go all the way under. He whooped and clapped when she did, and Katya appeared back above the water laughing.

Their joy rang off the wet rocks of the Springs. Vibrating through the water and humming on their wet skin.

Since Katya was in the pools with him, she allowed Viktor to explore some of the deeper waters. Not so deep that her own toes didn’t touch the bottom, but enough so that his kicks and strokes weren’t impeded by the Terra.

As he splashed and flailed, she took a couple of graceful strokes, reaching her arms over head and cutting through the water like a fish. Then she dove under, undulating her hips and flicking her legs. She swirled through the hot water with her eyes pinched shut, using her fingertips to feel her way. Her head pitched up and she broke through the surface, breathing in the warm, chronically-petrichor scented air. Like in her dream, she flipped on her back and lazily floated, staring up at the sandy colored stalactites above.

“Can you show me that one stroke again?” Viktor asked, as he paddled over.

Living in a port city, their parents had felt it would be important for their children to be able to swim. Luckily, this was a skill both their mama and papa had been adept at. Prior to Viktor’s birth, they would take Katya to the Oases and the small, cleaner beaches on the Undercity’s side of the Pilt, and teach her how to right herself in the water, to float, and to swim.

After Viktor was born, and their mother left, the beaches were swallowed up by chemical runoff. For most of the year, the water in the Oases was too chilled, and would cause Viktor’s limbs to cramp horribly. It didn’t help that the pools there were often full of rowdy, too-rough children who could not be mindful around the handicapped youngster. So, their papa had tried the Springs. Initially fearful that its water would be too hot for any of them – much less his son’s sensitive constitution – both he and Katya were relieved and elated that Viktor’s body responded well to the heat and the amped up buoyancy of the mineral-rich pools.

Together, Katya and her papa taught him different swimming strokes. While Viktor tried, his bent body couldn’t execute the movements as seamlessly; and he preferred just paddling and splashing. He had to live enough in his head most of the time. In the cradle and forgiving nature of water, he allowed himself to drop into his body, and connect with it, move it in ways he couldn’t do on land.

“The firelight one?” Katya asked, wiping her hair back from her face.

Viktor swam to a rock ledge, and clung to it as he nodded.

Taking a breath, she reached out in front of her, aligning her fingertips with her shoulders and then cut her arms down through the water, pulling her upper body beneath the surface. As she propelled forward, her elbows popped up and back, pushing the water behind her hips and legs. Her thumbs grazed the outside of her thighs, hips rolling and legs kicking, before she swung her arms back out of the water and repeated the stroke.

She stopped short of the pool’s edge, and turned to her brother.

“How was that?” she asked with a smile.

Viktor beamed and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes! Can you show me again? Slower this time?”

She did the best she could to slow her movements so he could watch and take mental notes. After a couple more laps, he paddled to the pool’s center and tried the stroke for himself. Katya treaded at his side offering adjustments when they were necessary.

“Keep your legs straighter when you kick . . . palms facing the ground . . . tuck your belly up as you go under . . . “

It was a harder maneuver even for those who were able-bodied, but Viktor did well despite his limitations. He tried again and again, steadily improving until he started to get fatigued, and his form began to suffer. Panting, he flopped onto his back and lazily kicked.

“It is strange being wet and sweaty at the same time,” he mused through gulps of breath.

Katya chuckled. “Yes, it is.”

It wasn’t long before they toweled off and redressed, heading home before the sun went low and made the Sumps even darker. On their way through an Undercity market, they passed a butcher’s counter and Katya’s mouth watered at the sight of oxtails, all lined up in rows of two. Her heart clenched at the memory of her shared supper. She wished she could’ve bought them, but even for scrap meat it was too expensive.

The next stall was a fishwife’s, the crates around her laden with various sea life. At one end of her counter, a bucket sat with melted ice. Katya peered inside and saw two scraggly tentacles.

“They’re the last of my batch,” the fishwife rasped. “No one wants ‘em.”

Katya chewed her lip. She was tired of oats and beans. She thought of what Enyd had said about teaching herself to cook.

“A lot of trial and error.”

“How much?” Katya asked.

“Ten cogs.”

“Ten cogs! Kecáŝ!”Katya muttered, disbelieving. Viktor let out a small gasp and shifted uneasily next to her. “You just said that nobody wants them. I’ll give you four cogs.”

“Five.”

Katya pursed her lips and grumbled a moment before conceding. The fishwife plucked the tentacles from their icy bath and wrapped them up. She thrust the wet package into Katya’s hands, and swiped the coins from her other palm. The fishwife slurred something under her breath, and it soured the young woman’s mood enough to forgo saying thank you.

As she ushered Viktor along, she noticed small bundles of herbs placed on the corner of the counter. Her eyes flicked back to the fishwife, who was busy counting her sales, and then back to the herbs. Quick as a wink and silent as a secret, Katya’s hand snapped up a bundle and stuffed it in her pocket.

Once home, Viktor limped to the shower and Katya began preparing their dinner.

Trial and error. Trial and error.

She kept repeating it to herself like a mantra as she cut and cooked the tentacles. She melted a scoop of cooking grease in a pan and added the appendages. They snapped and spat and curled. Their color, a dull, rocky gray, shifted into a brighter blue as they sat in the pan. The apartment took on the scent of the sea. The oil around them began to brown and she added the bouquet of herbs. She wasn’t sure if this was how one was supposed to do it. . .

Trial and error. Trial and error.

The smell of woods and something bright – close to lemon – joined the briny scent of the tentacles. A forest butted up against an ocean.

One thing Katya did know was that overcooked tentacles turned rubbery. She turned the stove off and swished the pan back and forth, coating the seafood in the herbaceous fat.

“Smells good!” Viktor said excitedly, appearing in the kitchen.

“I hope it’s good,” she prayed. “Go take your seat.”

He hobbled to the table and sat down as she grabbed plates, and placed a tentacle on each one. She carefully plucked the now damp and muted herbs from the pan. Were they supposed to eat these, too? Could they? She shrugged, put the bundle on her plate, and sat opposite her brother.

Initially, they took tentative bites at their dinner, tasting and testing. It wasn’t bad!

Trial and error.

Fatty and meaty in a way beans couldn’t compare with. The hot grease filled them in a different way than oats. The flavor the herbs imparted made the tougher sections of the tentacles worth chewing through.

Katya untied the herbs, and brought a limp, leafy stem to her nose and sniffed.

“Did the fishwife give you those, too?” Viktor asked.

“Yes. She tossed them in to make up for her unreasonableness.”

She popped the herb into her mouth and immediately spat it back out. Viktor laughed.

Trial and error.

When Silco and Enyd entered The Last Drop that evening, both were taken aback by the crowd. Even for a Saturday night, the tavern was bursting at the seams.

“Are any of these girls from the mill?” Silco asked, leaning close to his mother’s ear.

Enyd’s eyes swept over the crowd. It was difficult to see when there were so many bodies, and since she was so short. It also didn’t help that she had never really committed any other face from Clapper to memory, aside from Amos, Birdy, and Nasha.

She shook her head and raised her voice enough for Silco to hear.

“I don’t think so. I don’t see Nasha, anyway.”

She suddenly pulled away, and hid her face in the crook of her elbow as a sudden wave of coughing overtook her. She recovered and Silco guided them through the throngs of patrons to the bar. They were surprised to see that it was not Vander behind the counter, but Benzo. He hobbled to and fro, addressing customer’s needs, filling orders, and collecting dirty tankards. His color and disposition seemed better; his mood probably bolstered by the fact that he was no longer secluded to a bed.

“Where’s Vander?” Silco asked

He and his mother squeezed in next to Sevika who was seated on a middle stool, sipping the foamy head off her beer. She nodded in greeting.

“Well, hello to you, too,” Benzo replied with a sassy head bobble. He picked up a glass hidden beneath the counter and took a swig.

Silco’s lip curled and he spat, “Didn’t Kat tell you not to drink!”

Benzo blinked, confused. Sevika’s eyebrows quirked with interest.

“Kat? Oh, ya mean Kat-YA? Since when’re you on a nickname basis with ‘er?”

“Are you guys talking about Katya?” Annie cried, suddenly appearing with an empty serving tray.

Silco, Enyd, Sevika and Benzo all jumped at the young woman’s sudden entrance. She slammed the tray on the countertop, her pretty face clouded in a bitter expression.

“Janna, Annie,” Sevika grumbled, rolling her shoulders.

“She totally blew me off today!”

“You saw her?” Silco asked.

“Yeah. At the Shores with her little brother. I was with Becks and saw them leaving. So, I called and waved, and she barely looked at me,” she huffed, flicking one of her braids over her shoulder.

“I’m sure it wasn’t intentional,” Enyd offered. “She and her brother were probably trying to keep a schedule.”

Annie rolled her eyes, dissatisfied with this theory.

“She coulda said ‘hello’ at least,” she grumbled. Pushing her tray across the bar, she told Benzo, “The guys playing with Tolder want another round.”

As Benzo went about pouring a couple fresh pints, Enyd turned to Sevika.

“Why aren’t you at your father’s table playing cards?”

Sevika slurped her beer, silver eyes glancing over at her father. He was engrossed in his hand, smoking a cigarillo and leaned back in his seat. A small mound of coins was piled on his side of the table. The two other Trenchers were pitched forward, their noses in the fan of their cards.

“He told me he didn’t need help with those two,” she answered with a sly smile. “Good thing, too. I wanna sit in on this meeting.”

The thin line of Silco’s lips tightened, and he repeated his initial question.

“Where’s Vander?”

“He’s in the basement,” Benzo said, placing overfilled glasses onto Annie’s tray. “Playin’ with ‘is new toys. I told ‘im I could watch th’bar. Tired of bein’ cooped up anyhow.”

Enyd leaned toward the large man and whispered, “Have you seen Nasha? The girl we are supposed to be meeting with?”

Benzo finished loading up Annie’s tray and waved her off.

“I don’ know ‘er. An’ no one’s come up askin’ fer you or Van,” he replied, shaking his head. His face suddenly split into a grin, and he added, “But not fer nothin’ all o’ this,” he nodded toward the bustling bar floor, “is mostly people drawn here by the Children rumors.”

“So, the plan worked then,” Silco said, satisfied, eying the milling bodies.

Benzo snorted. “Yeah, every now n’ again that coal-dust addled brain o’ yours can come up with a good’un. People been comin’ in, pissin’ n’ moanin’ ‘bout the increased Enforcer activity; n’ askin’ if they can help.”

Silco let the insult slide, too distracted by the new numbers of Brothers and Sisters before him. He beamed at his mother and Sevika.

“Ope!” Benzo hiccupped behind them. “This your girl? She’s comin’ up like she means business.”

Silco and Enyd directed their attention towards the front of the bar. Indeed, Nasha stood a few feet from the door, her head craned over the crowd, eyes scanning. She had removed her bonnet and changed her drab work smock. Instead, she glittered and stood out. She’d pulled her hair into two, large puffs that haloed her head. Her clothes were an artful patchwork of deep, jewel-toned fabrics and brass fastenings. Clearly designed and stitched by her, as they molded to her tall and broad frame perfectly. And because it was unlikely any garment shop in the Undercity carried such things.

She spied Enyd and began gliding toward the bar. Patrons parted readily, some moved by the girl’s innately intimidating energy, and some because they didn’t want to be pierced by the pointed shoulder pads of her jacket. As she neared, they could see that she had literally painted her face. Purposeful and meticulous lines and dots of white and yellow accented her eyes and cheeks.

“Hi Ms. Enyd!” Nasha exclaimed brightly. “I almost didn’t see you.”

“Something I’ve struggled with my whole life,” the older woman joked, her arms flourishing at her sides to present her petite stature.

“Nasha, this is my son, Silco,” she introduced. “This is Benzo, and Sevika.”

Silco politely nodded, while Benzo gave her a finger wiggling wave. Sevika seemed frozen, her eyes glued to Nasha’s face, her jaw slack. A furious stripe of coral bloomed over her nose and cheeks.

“HI!” she cried, far too late. Her body jerked as she suddenly came back online, and she knocked her tankard over. “Oh, shit.”

The blush on her face deepened, and spread to her forehead and down her cheeks. She righted her glass and helped Benzo mop up her mess.

Nasha chuckled and turned back to Enyd.

“Where should we go to talk?”

“Vander’s in the basement,” Silco answered. “We’ll go down there. It’s quieter.”

Carefully threading through people in the crowd, he led Nasha, his mother, and Sevika (who tailed behind after pushing the sodden pile of towels over the bar) to the Drop’s private quarters, and then to the basement.

As the joyful din of the tavern faded, it was replaced by repeated deep, muted thumps, heavy breathing, and occasional grunts.

“Should we come back later?” Nasha joked.

Sevika giggled. Then snorted.

“Shit. Sorry,” she moaned, her face turning red again.

“No, come on,” Silco said, unphased by their guest’s unseemly implication.

He led them to the stockroom, and there they found a shirtless, rumpled Vander, gleaming with sweat. On his hands were the bulky gauntlets he’d picked up from Mek’s the day before. Before him was a large, heavy sack of flour that he had tied to a rope and affixed to the room’s rafters with a rudimentary pulley system. He was punching the bag with such ferocity that it swung to and fro, back and forth. Vander ducked, bobbed, and weaved as his adversary came at him, before laying into it with more hits. The bag, while a sturdy weave, was beginning to split and tear, trails of white flour spilling out like sand in an hourglass.

“Vander!” Silco yelled.

Despite being a mountain of a man, he jumped, clanking the gauntlets together and spinning around to face his impromptu audience.

“Oh! Hey!” he panted, a sheepish grin on his lips. His eyes suddenly landed on Nasha and he exclaimed, “Oh, shit! Is it that late already? Sorry! I musta lost track o’ time.”

He dropped the gauntlets on the floor, and hurried over to a stack of crates that he’d left his shirt on.

“That’s a waste of perfectly good flour, Vander,” Enyd admonished. She let her motherly disappointment of food waste over take her, instead of worrying about him practicing fighting. It was an easier and less complicated thing to focus on.

“I know, Ms. E. ‘M sorry,” Vander breathed, wiping his face with his balled-up shirt. “It was th’most Enforcer-like thing I could find. I wanted t’practice usin’ ‘em before I actually needed ‘em.”

Enyd’s jaw tensed and her tongue glued itself to the roof of her mouth.

“Can I try them?” Sevika asked, stepping forward and picking one of the gauntlets up.

“You fight, too, huh?” Nasha purred, eyes raking up and down the other’s body. “Is that how you got that figure?”

“Um,” Sevika warbled, her blush returning yet again.

“Let’s get to business, actually,” Silco said, stepping up to the flour bag and cutting its rope with the knife he kept in his sleeve.

The already split bag dropped to the floor with a heavy thud, and the seams on one side gave. Flour poured out in a misty avalanche that made Enyd put a bereaved hand to her forehead.

“So, yer Nasha?” Vander said, settling his hips onto a crate. “Enyd said ye got some intel on a crooked Piltie?”

“They’re all crooked,” Silco muttered, coming to stand at his Brother’s side.

Vander’s skin prickled at his proximity. He both wished he had put his shirt back on – instead of using it as a towel – and he was glad for the one-less-layer of closeness.

Nasha’s gaze dropped and she walked forward, scuffing her pointed-toed shoes through the flour.

“You’re really going to try and secede from Piltover?” she asked finally.

The flirty mask she’d entered with fell, and she fixed the two men with a firm, demanding look beyond her years.

“Not try,” Silco corrected. “We will gain our independence from them.”

Nasha lifted her chin, regarding him carefully.

“My aunt and I settled in the Undercity about ten years ago,” she said. “We left Noxus because she disagreed with their . . . expansionist politics. With their brutality. Our coin only got us as far as Piltover. The Land of Progress, we had heard. We didn’t have the means to live on their gilded streets; we had to move into their slums. And we’ve never been able to get out. We traded one myopic nation for another.”

She paused, and then added, “I want this information to be put to good use. I want there to be progress on the other side of it.”

“And there will be,” Vander promised. “When Zaun stands together, there will be.”

Nasha seemed satisfied with this. She told the small group what she had imparted to Enyd a couple days prior, and more. She told them about this Topsider’s money problems. About how he was going to pay his gambling debts with stolen coin. About how he was forging curtains and documentation to cover his tracks. About how his ‘package’ would be sent via airship the week after next. And about how he would be securing a private crew to deliver said package.

Some details were still vague, or unknown. Despite this, Vander, Silco, and Sevika quivered with excitement, and Enyd listened carefully. Nasha promised to flush out as much information as she could, and would bring it to the next meeting of the Children of Zaun.

“Thank ye so much fer this, Nasha,” Vander said, his face creased with relief.

“I want a free nation as much as any Sump-born Trencher,” she said. “You should be thanking Ms. Enyd. She’s the one who got me here.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Sevika chuckled. “Silco had to get his passion and doggedness from somewhere.”

It was Enyd’s turn to blush. A light, delicate pink that glowed under her pale skin.

“I just want that money back in the hands . . . of Zaunites. Where it should be,” she said quietly.

The rest agreed.

“If ye want,” Vander said, turning back to Nasha, “if ye head back up t’the bar, Benzo’ll give ya a drink. On th’house. It’s the least we can do fer you.”

Their new member hummed thoughtfully, gently swaying side to side. She reached out and twirled a loose piece of hair from one of Sevika’s buns.

“Show me the way?”

Sevika gawked at her for a moment, before saying, “Yeah. Sure.”

Very overwhelmed and pleased, she led Nasha from the storeroom and up to the bar.

“They’re not of age, you know,” Silco said, elbowing Vander’s arm lightly.

The larger man did his best to seem unphased by the contact.

He tossed a hand carelessly through the air and said, “It’s fine. It’s not like Enforcers are comin’ in here t’card people anyway.”

He winked at his Brother.

Enyd’s mouth split in a proud smile, looking at the two men in front of her.

“The bar is too full of revolutionaries to fit any Enforcers in it anyway.”

Notes: Heeeeey! Hope you enjoyed the cuteness at the start of the chapter because things are gonna start to become less sweet here on out. Things are also gonna start to pick up, too! It's time for this revolution to kick it into high-gear. It's also about dang time for things to pick up between Silco and Kat, no?

If you've made it this far, please comment and reblog! Or visit my askbox. I'm dying to talk with you about this story. Hugs n' kisses!

Coming Up Next: Silco can't wait to tell somebody about this opportunity! Katya seems a good a person as any! The Academy Board makes their decision regarding Rynweaver's concerns. Katya and Heimerdinger go toe-to-toe

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NEWSFLASH: Pink-Streaked Plot Device Confesses Crush To Equally ‘Perfect’ Protagonist. A Nation Of Undemanding Fans Weep.

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May I offer a few stray observations?

1. Zoe is not ‘Amazing’, Marinette. She’s just written that way. (Bonus points if you can catch the movie reference there) 

She’s obviously SUPPOSED to be because she has so many friends and loved ones, can do everything she puts her mind to SO well and hasn’t got a single fault in her oh-so-sweet personality. 

The problem with being so gosh-darn flawless though, is that you’re straight-out BORING... especially when put into the confines of a TV show where we expect the characters to be more than just insipid one-dimensional goodie-two-shoes. 

If only they had someone better to replace her, like a rebellious anti-hero... with many layers to their character and plenty of scope for growth and change... yes, that would be MUCH more interesting than a perpetually shilled Creator’s Pet...

Oops, they already got rid of her. So sorry, my mistake.

2. People should be honored to be ‘loved’ by Zoe? 

Not really. She probably ‘loves’ everyone, due to her single-note ‘nicey nice’ persona excluding her from expressing any mild distaste about anyone. Including her own newly-psychotic sister, who’s probably told her she despises her for years.

 She’d probably skip merrily into whatever-bullshit-name-Hawkmoth-has-these-days’ lair in a yellow sundress and a basket full of oatmeal cookies, give him a little kiss on the cheek before prancing out singing ‘Tomorrow’ from Annie, leaving a trail of fluffy bunny wabbits and freshly-bloomed daisies in her wake. 

Aaawww! *Retch*

3. “Adrien’s not the one I’m in love with...” OOOH HERE IT COMES! BRACE YOURSELVES...

4. ...AAANND like a deflated balloon, a broken swing and a show running out of ideas so quickly it shoves in these ‘serious’ moments that’ll never be referenced again, Zoe never explicitly says those three magic words (Alakazam, abracadabra and hocus pocus, right?)

I guess she wanted to be ‘special friends’ with Marinette the same way Rose and Juleka are. A more hopelessly unsubtle, pandering load of nonsense would be impossible to find... but it won’t stop a certain percentage of the audience from instantly shipping these two and finding this moment both ‘inspirational’ and ‘emotional’ (I can just see the hyperbolic tweets now: OMG I WEPT BUCKETS! I CAN RELATE SSSSOOOO MUCH etc)

Sorry, but I can’t get on board. I would say this was badly done whatever the sexuality of the couple, so you can kindly burn your placards screaming ‘BIGOT’ right now. The fact it’s so cynically aimed at a demographic that are often sadly overlooked in animation until recently (and naturally, afraid of some kind of Moral Panic the writers STILL can only hint at gay relationships instead of announcing them out loud) just makes the whole shameless manipulative process even worse, IMHO.

To all those who aren’t catered to by an often very heterosexual-focused cartoon industry, watch The Owl House. Give She-Ra a try. Just anything, instead of this pathetic... what was that term I heard the other day... Gaybaiting?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

(N.B If you get something positive out of this episode I am not seeking to devalue your experience or ruin your enjoyment... I am just saying, I think this is badly-done, poorly written tripe designed to earn the show brownie points when frankly it deserves none. A great example of virtue-signalling, to borrow a tired right-wing trope. You might disagree, and feel free to argue your case, but please respect my opinion by not calling me a bunch of profane names in response. Thank you.)

5. The short scene ends with Marinette letting the supposedly lovestruck Zoe down gently, with a hug and a silent promise to never speak of this again (believe me, they won’t).

 It’s a good moment for both of these favorite, endlessly-hyped characters of Thomas... Marinette gets to show her ‘human’ side and improve her already sterling reputation, whereas a lovesick Zoe takes her rejection surprisingly well.

 No tears, raised voices or even mucus bubbles... the entire emotional catharsis is over in less than 40 seconds. Guess they were too busy with more important stuff in the episode like Cheesy Chat puns, Hawkmoth’s Ham’n’Cheese and Marinette getting spotted panties from her Lucky Charm (I wish I was kidding... but I’m not. I’ve READ the leaks... *Shudder*)

.....................

So, to sum up then: another throwaway moment in an increasingly stupid show that could’ve been something special or left a lasting impact... of course, it does neither of those things. 

I mean, what were you expecting at this stage? The people who produce it are clearly not making any serious effort whatsoever, whether that be in the writing department or stopping MASSIVE spoilers from getting out and ruining the plot (although, I think they already did a pretty good job of that even before this latest round of security breaches).

So if they don’t care, why should anyone else? At least it’s fun to vent about... but time for a break now, to watch something with a bit of actual quality. Hmm... *Decides to see the Amphibia finale for like the trillionth time.*

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i see lots of posts about you being picky with like “🌻” portrayal in fan media, so like how would you write him???

THIS IS A VERY VERY GOOD QUESTION OH MY GOD

cracks my knuckles....... mmmmm.... most of this will be ranty, i apologize if it ends up not giving the points across.

everyone here by now probably knows that I'm so picky when it comes to 🌻... People often IMO portray him as too grumpy, or too pouty, too mean or not expressive enough, they make him too manipulative, etc. People take the statement that he is soulless and can't feel emotions and run a mile with it, despite it being very clearly contradicted in game countless times along w in stuff like news letters and question events.

I've seen many people portray him as snappy and grouchy and yes this is true he CAN be snappy and grouchy but that is not his entire character, he can also be smug, very sarcastic, he can be serious too. He isn't a monster with a means to one simple end, he's a very complex character, and he cares about the people around him even if he doesn't want to admit so.

I guess some ways to portray him when writing is thru behaviorism.

He mirrors people a lot. Take the famous question, 🍝 - What's your favorite food? He is the only one who knows 🍝's favorite food is that Oatmeal with the dinosaur eggs. It can also be greatly implied from the fifth anni. news letter that he mocks and mirrors behaviors from people around him. It is very implied that the person who 🥧 used to know was 🍫, if that were the case, then we know that 🌻 mirrors 🍫's behaviorisms quite frequently. He also mirrors people around him, such as how 🥧 laughs like "Hee hee hee", and he does as well or how he and 👑 both say "Howdy" - I feel like depending on who he is hanging around he will start to mirror or change his vocabulary a tad.

He has a tendency to be avoidant at times. When he doesn't understand what he is feeling, he self isolates himself until the emotions surpass. He doesn't like to be seen by other people as emotional, as he himself claims and doesn't believe he has emotions.

He enjoys to be an outside observer as much as being involved in things. People sometimes portray him as way more openly clingy than he actually is. Throughout the entire game, he stalks ❤ from behind in certain rooms and areas, keeping tabs on their progress and what they're doing in his head. Yes, he is clingy, but I think a lot of the time he'd try to hide that part of himself from the people he holds dear. He watches from the sidelines and can go a very long period of time without interacting with said person. (In the game there are very stark distances between his dialogues, as a majority of the game he isn't just around and talking, you're busy with other characters, and he isn't around. I have heard some people say they forget he is apart of the game until the later parts of the game where they are painstakingly reminded.) example being the first 📸🌻 fight. I've watched people play the game and often times they go like. "I forgot about 🌻!!" or "That flower!!" etc. He lets people live their life as a lot of the time he distances himself from theirs unless he sees the moment fitting (which is part of the reason why when ppl s/i with 🌻, I feel like the s/i would be doing much, much more work for the relationship than 🌻 is.) That Being Said IDon'tLike SharingSoDon'tTellMeAbtUrS/IWithHimPls 😒

he often times feels rather devoid of strong or apparent emotions, but when these emotions do come they come extremely strong. When he feels fear, he starts to shake beyond control. When he cries, it won't stop, and it freaks him out because it comes out of seemingly no where, and so strongly. When he feels anger, it lashes out. Because of how sudden and strong his emotions happen, it is hard for him to regulate, identify and control them. Ex - In the gen run, when he starts to shake, he says, 'What's this feeling?' - He isn't very good at Identifying when he is feeling an emotion.

This is part of the reason why I think the notion of him being emotionless is utter bullshit, as he has trouble identifying emotions to begin with despite them being very apparent. I feel like if he'd cry, he'd not know why he is crying, despite the reason being very obvious and upfront.

Also people sometimes I've seen in fics and stuff make him either too happy go lucky, or to mean and there's a very middle ground that I personally think he's on. He can be smug at times but he can also be humble, he can be snarky but he can also be sweet, he can be sarcastic but he can also be genuine, and he can be rude but he can also be understanding. It takes him a while to get to the good things, but he does try. He tries a lot to be a good person, actually. In the geno run he states that when he found about his SAVE powers, his first thought to action was to help everyone. Solve their problems, help them with their issues, befriend them. The only reason he does the more violent options is because he got bored, and is depressed, and lets be honest, a majority of people would do the same thing if they were aware that they could fuck with timelines without a real consequence, and have done the same thing, as people who do the genocide route are prime examples of so. If you do the genocide route, you are one with 🌻. You've done the good options, and you still are itching for more. Want more content, want more incite, dialogue, or perhaps you just want to know what happens - whatever your motives are, they are one with 🌻's motives. Infact, the geno run is very interesting to me because of this, as everything 🌻 describes up to this point is what the player has done. They've gone through the nice route / routes they want to go through, and are still itching to see what more can come out of this world. So, they see if killing does a kick, see what happens. 🌻 wanted to see what happens. 🌻 states that as you go and hurt others, you start to become desensitized to it. You feel guilty at first, but it slowly goes away the more you do it. Also another thing. The fact he says this is proof enough that he can feel guilt. "I stopped caring" indicates he can, and did care. And in some ways, he still does. He cares to tell ❤, 🍫 and/or you what he went through, and tries to deter you back to the pac route. Because no matter what, the pac route is what the game wants you to do. Even 🌻 starts directing you towards it.

Also, people undermine how helpful 🌻 can be. A lot of people use 🌻 as a villain they can stick in when they want a conflict in their fan stories, but he is a much more important character than that, and is helpful. (Another reason I like U.nder.tale 💛's portrayal of 🌻)

In the pac route, 🌻 helps you understand you have to reload the game and become friends w 💉🦎 to get a better ending. He also tells 🍝 to get everyone to meet up at the end. (And yes, his motives may be faulty here; but he states it himself, he is helping you get a better ending.) In the gen run, he tries to convince you that it isn't too late to go back, and that this route was a bad idea. At the end of the pac route, he begs you not to true reset, as it will put everyone back, and he wants everyone to live their life and be happy, even if he doesn't feel as though he will be apart of that happiness. In my opinion, he is one of the most selfless characters in the game, despite being painted and pretending to be cruel and malicious. He is selfish but he is very selfless and a lot of people don't include that a lot in fan media I have noticed.

Also 🍝 and 🌻's friendship... companionship? idk what their relationship is in specific but, as much as I love fanworks like 🌻 is not a good life coach, (and believe me I ❤LOVE❤ that story.) I feel as though more people should interpret or play with the idea of 🍝 and 🌻's friendship being friendly and healthy. 🍝 has a 🌻 fanclub, 🌻 states that it took him quite a long time to get bored of 🍝, and there are several strings of dialogue that hint that 🍝's opinion of 🌻 is very dear and sweet! He even goes as far as to run a 🌻 fanclub, and often times when talking about a flower over the phone with ❤, he mentions that there is only one flower he loves! Don't even get me started on the fact that 🦴💤 says that he gives him flattery, advice, and encouragement. Yes, it may be manipulative, but there is also the high chance that 🌻 and 🍝 actually hit it off very well despite their stark differences (which IMO are not that stark...)

I think atp I have accidentally derailed so far from the original topic but I'm having fun rambling so idc

There is a very high opportunity to portray 🍝 and 🌻's friendship as healthy, and even maybe therapeutic to 🌻's issues, and I wish to see that more from the community. I'm gonna stop rambling sm for now bc I think I got so off track, I'll probably reblog this and add more to my rants later when I actually get my brain back together.

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Finally managing to do some more writing for Bristlecone (Honey POV) @concealeddarkness13 @pen-of-roses

During Honey's first morning with the Aristata.

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Viper noticed us first, looking up sharply from her conversation with Winter. She met my eyes, blank and unreadable, and gave a single nod of acknowledgement before turning back to Winter. I sighed softly once the pressure of her gaze was gone, sinking into an open stool Stark had nudged me towards. He reached over by the fire and passed me a still-warm bowl of oatmeal and a spoon. 

I took a mouthful, warm, soft, and lightly sweetened and seasoned with flecks of cinnamon. Beside me Annie watched, one knee crossed over the other comfortably and casually.  

She snorted, “boy, seeing you in full daylight you really are just a baby aren’t you?” 

My stomach tightened, and I froze. She saw right through me, didn’t she? I knew it wouldn’t last. 

I cleared my throat, hoping she didn’t notice the way I stiffened. “I, um,” Damn it. She’d never believe me now. “I’m actually twenty.”  

Cecil would have been disappointed I was lying to her, especially one so far-fetched. Annie was right to question it. I turned sixteen half a year ago and certainly didn’t look much older than that. A weight sat heavy on my chest. Cecil still teased me about the baby fat on my cheeks he insisted was still there.  

“Really?” She raised both eyebrows, then shrugged. “Wouldn’t have guessed.”  

“Could be true.” Theo shrugged, looking me up and down. “Seems the type who hasn’t had to do a lot of hard labour, especially not out in the sun. That right? Would certainly keep you looking younger longer.”  

I nodded half hiding behind rounded shoulders. “That’s about right, yeah.” Should I tell them I was an apprentice mortician mage? They would figure it out soon enough on their own anyway, the chain around my neck, around my wrists and ankles, they would give me away likely sooner than later. 

Should I wear them even now? After what I’d done? The odds of ever getting to complete my training now were next to none but something kept me from touching the chains just yet. 

“I am, or I guess was, training as a mortician mage.” I ran a hand over one of the bracelets, warm and ever-present, and managed a small smile. “So not a lot of chances to burn in the sun or get scratched up from heavy lifting.”  

Theo grinned, his smile missing a handful of teeth here and there. “See, told you so.” 

Annie scoffed. “I believed you Theo, I just wasn’t sure what the fuck he was doing all the way out here that’s all.” She rolled her eyes at him before turning back to me. “Which leads me to ask you, what the fuck are you doing all the way out here instead of training?” 

I flinched at her question, my jaw tightening. What was I supposed to tell them? The sun suddenly felt too hot, too dry and too bright in my eyes and I ducked my head. Pressure coiled tight around my throat, hard and suffocating. I’d killed five people, most no older than myself. How was I supposed to explain that? That I’d shot her without thinking, that I shot her from so close she had no chance? That I didn’t even stick around long enough to send her off before fleeing? 

A series of short whistles jolted my head back up, straight across the fire pit to Viper, faced by the others now instead of everyone watching me. A hint of pressure eased from my chest. She leaned over and whispered in Winter’s ear. 

“She says to cut the kid some slack,” Winter reported, “lest he decide to lay a curse on the two of you.” 

Viper grinned, crooked and mischievous under the shade of her hat. Her eyes wrinkled at the edges as she caught my gaze and gave a quick wink before I ducked my head once more. I swallowed as my cheeks warmed. She’d taken the attention off of me but I didn’t know what she meant by the wink. 

[crisp-sweet-pink-lady]

hey, I was wondering if you could help me with something. I noticed you’ve been watching a lot of Strawberry Shortcake. While checking out the 2003 series, I noticed how many characters wound up getting introduced and the clear change in outfits. I want to learn a bit more about these characters and the show’s world but I haven’t had a lot of time lately. Could you recommend me a list of episodes to watch from here to skip “filler”?

The thing to keep in mind about the 2003 series is that it was made first and foremost to sell DVDs, so each season has episodes in twos on a theme. Also, since the series isn't exactly story-based, you could say that whole thing is filler. But it sounds like you're most interested in the characters being introduced, so here's a list of episodes and the characters that debut in them:

Season One Meet Strawberry Shortcake - Strawberry Shortcake (naturally), Apple Dumpling, Custard, Pupcake, Ginger Snap, Orange Blossom, Angel Cake, Huckleberry Pie, and Honey Pie Pony.

Season Two Peppermint's Pet Peeve - Peppermint Fizz, and all the other pets. The Blueberry Beast - Blueberry Muffin The Costume Party - Rainbow Sherbet The Mystery of Seaberry Beach - Coco Calypso, Seaberry Delight

Season Three The Friendship Club - Crepes Suzette A Festival of Friends - Tea Blossom, Tangerina Torta, Frosty Puff Sweet Dreams Movie - Raspberry Torte, Lemon Meringue, The Peculiar Purple Pie Man, Sour Grapes Let's Dance - Apricot

Season Four Strawberry's Big Journey - Banana Candy Back in the Saddle - Annie Oatmeal, Plum Puddin' Down on the Farm - Caramel Corn Hooray for Berrywood - Lime Light

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Con Con

Summary: Mikasa and Jean's son has made his veredict

Word Count: 606

"Is he trying to talk?" Armin asked.

Everyone turned their attention to 1-year-old Marco Kirstein.

The toddler was sitting in a high chair. His face was covered in oatmeal. The sounds that were coming out of his mouth were a mimic of some words.

"Marco." Mikasa said, and the toddler looked at his mother with his hand in his mouth licking the oatmeal. "Are you trying to talk?"

Marco gave his mother a cheeky smile.

"Can you say 'dada'?" Jean intervened. He was sitting next to Marco.

"Don't even try it." Mikasa object.

Jean chuckled.

"Aren't you the one who is always trying to persuade him to say'mama' in the morning while you think I'm sleeping?"

Mikasa blushed and stuttered.

The group laughed.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, Mikasa, but there's a good chance Marco's first word will be 'dada.'" Connie remarked.

"When did you become a baby expert?" Jean said, amused.

Connie shrugged.

"My first words, as well as those of my siblings, were 'dada.' Besides, it's a very simple word for a toddler to say."

“Well, let's not put too much pressure on Marco. He’ll talk when he feels like talking.” Armin commented.

“Poor Marco.” Connie mocked, on the other side of the table. “Both parents are putting pressure on you. Aren’t they?” He said, leaning forward and tickling Marco’s chin, the little boy giggled.

“Connie…” Jean started but before he could continue a small voice beside him interrupted him.

“Con Con.”

Everyone at the table fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to the boy in the high chair, who seemed unconcerned about the stunned adults around him.

“Did he just…” Reiner started but Marco beat him to a punch.

“Con Con.” Marco repeated again pointing at Connie.

Connie was stunned, and his mouth was open wide. He burst out laughing a split second later. He jumped out of his chair, almost knocking it to the ground.

“Oh my God! This is the best day of my life.” He said this while holding his sides tight because he was laughing so hard.

“I can’t believe this.” Jean mumbled.

“Oh I can.” Connie continued. “And by the way Marco has given his verdict. I’m his favorite uncle!”

He started walking around the table.

“You thought you were going to be the favorite uncle.” He said this while pointing at Reiner, who was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“You thought you were going to be the favorite.” He said pointing at Pieck.

“You thought you were going to be the favorite uncle because you're the godfather.” He said this while pointing at Armin, who blushed.

“You…” He said to Annie, but he came to a halt when she gave him 'the look.'

He kept going until he reached Marco. He crouched in front of the boy and ruffled his hair.

"You made a happy man out of me today, Marco."

A shadow fell over him. Connie took a deep breath and looked up. Mikasa looked down at him, her face expressionless.

Everyone tried hard not to laugh.

"Well, as the favourite uncle, you can clean him up and change his clothes." She said this as she lifted Marco from his high chair and handed him to Connie.

“You heard the lady, Con Con.” Jean said.

Connie went upstairs with Marco.

"I'm not sure how to properly dress a baby. So don't hold it against me if his shirt is on backwards."

Mikasa sat down gracefully and sipped her drink.

“So… Is it still possible that his second word will be 'dada'?"

Mikasa slammed her cup on the table and glared at him.

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I tagged 4,270 of my posts in 2022

Only 30% of my posts had no tags

#eurovision - 260 posts (...yeah, this tracks)

#uk politics - 258 posts

#esc 22 - 246 posts

#words - 196 posts

#history - 192 posts

#tua - 172 posts

#art - 170 posts

#on love - 142 posts

#emily speaks - 137 posts

#world politics - 121 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters (its about my girl Mary from BBC Ghosts 😭)

#i was like 'omg she finally talked about her trauma 🤧' and 'wow more about annie her bestie' and her whole monologue to pat about her life

My Top Posts in 2022:

(3/5 of these are from Eurovision, or as I like to call it, My FA Cup)

#5

The song is called 'Lights Off', although ironically they use every light in the house.

Graham Norton, on the Czech Republic

1,452 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#4

embrace the wolf. embrace him. hold him. be held

1,588 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#3

canon things we know about the umbrella academy

luther used to marry viktor’s action figures at the age of eight

reginald used to watch the kids sleep and monitor their brainwaves

at some point, grace became ‘mom’ instead of ‘grace, the new nanny’ to all of the children

five was thirteen years old when he found his siblings’ bodies

klaus is the only umbrella native to the usa, coming from an amish community in pennsylvania; luther is from sweden, diego from mexico, allison from south africa, five from ireland, ben from south korea and viktor from russia

viktor cried when his siblings stepped on ants when they were children

the same kid hated oatmeal so much he killed minimum three nannies at the age of four

klaus broke his jaw when they were twelve after falling down the stairs wearing grace’s heels, and had to have it wired shut for eight weeks

grace helped the children pick out their own names

viktor realised he was trans after falling in love with sissy in the sixties

diego boxes under his comic book superhero name, the kraken, and in claire’s bedtime stories, allison calls luther his, spaceboy

diego’s preferred form of conflict resolution is a dance battle

hargreeves considered ben ‘easily manipulated’

both klaus and luther got kidnapped without any other members of their family noticing

after ben died, his family remembered him as the best of them who could do no wrong; klaus, who spent everyday with him, more accurately described him as a ‘loveable asshole’. all of them remember him as loving his family fiercely, and being the glue that kept them together

allison starred in a movie with sandra bullock

with viktor speaking russian, diego speaking spanish and ben speaking korean, it’s highly likely that hargreeves made a point to have them learn the languages their birth mothers spoke

reginald forced all the kids to read shakespeare, the odyssey in ancient greek and insisted on ballroom dancing lessons

sometime between season 1 and season 2, klaus learned how to drive

allison speaks seven languages, and five knows both ancient greek and italian

grace helped diego with his stutter

before he travelled back in time and met dave, klaus’ longest relationship was two-weeks long and primarily because he was tired of sleeping rough

ben and diego made allison’s teddy say ‘luther smells dad’s underwear’ as kids

diego told klaus that licking a battery would give him pubes when they were eight, and klaus believed him

klaus’ special training in the mausoleum was meant to make him too afraid of the ghosts to function, so reginald could control him better; reginald also killed him there at age thirteen, and possibly earlier

viktor’s violin once belonged to reginald’s late wife

diego’s ‘vigilante shit’ was a trauma response

allison was the first of the umbrellas to become a parent, and diego will be the second

ben almost certainly knew that klaus was dying and reanimating, as they spent sixteen years together after his death, and apparently never mentioned it

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1,700 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#2

If you're just joining us, that is real. It's not a computer glitch, we really are at the top of the leaderboard.

Graham Norton, summing up my feelings on our position right now

1,997 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i was literally making a meme about today’s resignations and the number went up as soon as i finished ffs

24,314 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

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