#atleast its crispy

[stervrucht]

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[sxorpiomooon]

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Pile 1-

Wow these are some huge cards for some reason this picture actually reminded me of a home and looking at the cards I'd say this is the person you will set your home with or atleast share a roof with. This has got to be one of the most obvious and purest stack of cards I've ever pulled. Your future lover will be like a dream come true, everything that you have always imagined and yearned for you will find in this person. You will find your inner happiness with this person and this is most likely a soulmate connection. I think it will be love at first sight for both people and things will move pretty fast for you guys for some reason "well I'm sure that I could be a movie star if I could just get out of this place" keeps on playing in my head anyways I see alot of dancing happening between you guys. This connection will be very mutual and balanced I keep hearing ketu so this is a past life connection you guys might've been past life lovers. This connection and person will provide you with alot of courage and you will see that your luck will almost open as this person enters your life I'm seeing a pot filled with gold coins.

Pile 2-

They might like bread🙏🙏🙏 this is the first thing that I saw and it might be something you guys do alot I'm seeing alot of walking also newspapers? Brown colour seems prominent too very rusty and crispy wind and leafs. Your future lover might be someone from your friend circle or perhaps someone that you will first become friends with the only thing that is concerning for me is that this might be someone very controlling or stalker vibes? As in someone observing your each and every move in a creepy manner almost the second scenario that I'm getting is that perhaps this is someone that you stopped being friends with bc they seemed too creepy, possessive or controlling? This might also be someone who wants a lot of praise from the public and gets it. Someone who does a lot for the attention of the public to be praised and appreciated. This person is a winner

Pile 3-

Let me tell you something..... I'm trying very hard to get or pull atleast something positive and there is nothing... This person seems like a control freak worse than my pile 2 very controlling and possessive all three cards point in the same direction. This person might put alot of restrictions on you or just creepy in general. Someone who acts less like a lover and more like a father. Will act very authoritative and treat you very lowly I don't wanna channel no more🙏 IN NO CIRCUMSTANCES MUST YOU GET INVOLVED WITH A BAD BOY BECAUSE YOU THINK ITS COOL MY PILE 3 IN NO WAY

Pile 4-

Huge chances that this is someone from your past. when you meet this person the next time whether it's your first or not you'll observe that this is someone who is going through healing like very big healing physically as well as mentally. I keep thinking of the word rehabilitation there is something very strange its almost as if you will meet them in a completely different personality or persona that they have. They might have gone through some very painful betrayals and might be healing from that. However I do see that this person is very gentle you might not be able to get a grasp of how they truly are in the beginning because they might be still going through their healing I keep thinking of the fault in our stars as well. This is someone who is very compassionate, might give and donate to others alot, very providing of others need. They might have no dreams nothing very empty or lost when you meet them. A very pure person and this connection will unravel beautifully.

[godhandler]

meet young adult Toji Zenin from Rent A BF!

just turned 20 (it’s 1995), the legal age of adulthood, and ran away from home the second he could

genuinely very intelligent on top of that heavenly restriction strength

not that he’ll admit it to himself, has very low self esteem (constantly calls himself “a piece of trash” in his head) that he covers with a brusque attitude. he’s physical strong but mentally apathetic to his emotions as a coping mechanism for his c-ptsd

at his worst, he’s unstable and often irrational, quick to anger, deeply insecure of his existence, chip on his shoulder, is sensitive to rejection, volatile emotions

Lives in a ramshackle 1BHK in a Minami-Sinju ghetto. Why try for a better place? he believes that’s the best that he deserves anyway. also he’d rather live freely in poverty than go back to the zenin estate

being an escort has ruined his image of sex and intimacy– it’s a performance he’s got to do again and again regardless of whether he wants to or not. he just zones out, does the deed, and waits for payment. he’s used to it. Sex is business and he’d rather eat his arm than show intimacy/vulnerability.

has a weird thing about sitting on other people’s chairs/couches. he wasn’t allowed to “pollute the furniture” growing up, so even now he’ll just lean against the wall or keep standing until he’s exclusively invited to sit down. 

really likes local street food, especially yaki/grilled food– takoyaki, okonimiyaki, yakitori, yakiniku etc. likes a little kick of spice, a couple dabs of green chilli sauce. was given a lot of the accidently burnt food growing up and now he’s got a liking for it, calls it ‘extra crispy’ and ‘the char adds flavour’. prefers savoury over sweet but enjoys those mildly sweet rice cakes. eats fast, usually the first to finish at the table. knows proper table etiquette he just doesn’t care. 

likes the idea of falling in love and having a family more than the actual experience of it. deep down, he wants to have a sweet kid who gets everything he didn’t. but rn he’s atleast 5 years away from that realisation 

was racist and homophobic due to ignorance, changed his views when he met all sorts of people working in the underbelly of society. shiu hit him when he first said racist stuff against koreans. 

brings shoes inside the house.

knows his way around a computer (rare at the time), can operate emails and vidcalls. helpful for his ‘business’. has a motorola phone but doesnt carry it around. 

had his beard come in early but its a patchy one. shaves twice a week.

a/n: i had initially planned to make this a pretty dark fic, with a barely-legal toji trapped in a spiral of prostitution, poverty, drugs, mental illness, and murder with a reader who takes advantage of him. but when i actually sat down to write it, i just couldn't. ik he's a fictional character but toji's suffered so much already, i ended up giving him an entirely fluffy series where he is loved and things go right for him for once.

[brittle-doughie]

Birth of a miracle

(no one's pov)

Eons ago their lays and oven filled with the freshest of dough, ingredients made from earth and crafted with skill

hands of old and wise mixed together the ingredients to create magic never seen before,cookies made from jam blessed with magic,bodies cut and baked to perfection

And what lays in the oven you may ask?

Oh well its a really really special cookie

And that cookie? Who shall it be?

Well it's y/n cookie ofcourse

Now let's get to the story shall we?

(Pov)

The sound of nothing rang in my head,my body burning and yet I felt cold,the sensation of a touch was sensed by me as I felt myself float,but to where?

Before I can question I heard a voice,the voice was....soft,it was tender like a mother comforting it's child but.....what is a mother?...I...I don't have a mother....what...what am I?

Wake up

The feeling of fear crept up to me as the voices get louder,no longer calm and soft but urgent and panic

Wake up

Then I felt rumbling,as if my entire being was beginning to shatter,but I don't want that...i-i....I don't want to crumble

Wake up

.

.

.

A gasp left me as I sat up, panting heavily as I looked around trying to make sense of everything

Soon by vision steadies itself,the first things I saw was blue,looking up I can see a whole lot of blue,next was green,the vibrant color all around me as I scan the area

The sensation of stiffness makes me irate,I looked down to shock and horror seeing my hands a bread like texture

As panic seeps in I touched my entire being,the panic rising as I realized my entire form is made of some type of hard bread

Soon panic breath escaped me as I realized my body was made of dough,the crispy texture fresh as the bread scent

Looking at my body my thoughts echo in my head

Where am I? Why am I here? Who brought me here?

Who am I?

All these questions yet no answers,all I can do was try to calm myself,atleast to a degree where I can plan

Few minutes passed by and yet no progress,the panic seeping into my doughy and bread like being

As the day passes I finally had progress,my mind no longer hazy unlike before,I can see clearly

The location I sat was deep into a Forrest of some kind,the sky barely visible due to the leaves but I can hear chirps and squeaking coming from some animals near by

Pretty interesting so far!

[weirdero]

Currently wondering how the fuck sir crispy is gonna deal with all this. Like fuck the man but he’s in such a shit position right now. Its his first ever battle with fucking dragons and dragon riders and the reality is knights can not defend dragon riders in the same way they would any other king or lord. Once they fly up into the air that’s that. There isn’t much you can do and even though the greens seem to take this as a victory (which I honestly can’t blame them like yay you killed a dragon and its rider) that doesn’t change the fact that their king is now disabled and vulnerable and probably on the brink of death. That’s not something to be taken lightly. He also witnessed and prevented the attempted murder of said king by the hands of his own brother. So yeah that’s also a lot. so I wonder how this whole shit show will be handled and how Criston will take it. what sort of blame will be placed on him as both Aegons protector and hand and how receptive he will be to it. just hope they actually do something with it to add more to cristons character give the man some layers show the impact the war has on both sides YK. And like yeah the man is a little piece of shit but he deserves to atleast be a well written little piece of shit

[lotus-sunn]

Uhm.. very very random- but- uh..

would you put little bits of fries in a Wendy’s frosty or McDonald’s ice cream and eat it?

I wouldn’t, because ✨sensory issues✨, but it might just taste good…

it tastes pretty good! I get free food from wendys so I have tried it. Its okay I like it atleast but it wouldn't be my first pick you know?

no that goes to the crispy chicken BLT biggie bag with some fanta flavors and instead of regular nuggest spicy and bbq and ghost pepper ranch sauce.

[crispy-buddies-bakery]

There are now six legendaries in my house. I am concerned. The Sugar Swan Cookie is now flying with Zephyros and around Yggdrasil.

Oh and that Blue Slushie Cookie you were talking about flew into my face. And here I thought I solved the mystery of the magical forest being caused by Yggdrasil. I need to either explore the forest more or wait until Zephyros tells me more.

This is concerning. Did a Sugar Swan Cookie escape to be here or something? I don't know of any bakeries being this careless. But I guess mishaps happen...

Well atleast they are getting along.

Well after our last call, I called some of the other crispy buddies bakeries around and one of them did report of a sugar swan escaping and they are currently trying to look for it.

But if I am being honest, I am suspicious of the bakery that told me such things, they weren’t… legal persay to own and operate a crispy buddies bakery but they were able to stay open due to a stupid loophole in the rules. I will have to investigate this as they do not have the best reputation, I may be looking into this more far but its better to be safe than sorry when it comes to Cookie lives like these.

For now, We shall keep the sugar swan’s location a secret, perhaps you can ask the sugar swan a question, Cookies like these tend to not even escape unless it has been mistreated or worse.

[missmusicmary]

The Southern Table Athens, AL

Sunday Brunch menu

Since moving to Athens, Alabama (a surprising omen I believe may hint at me one day moving to Athena, Greece), my boyfriend and I have been on a hunt of what places excite our tastebuds. As odd as it may be to begin with a huge photo of a glass of sweet tea, in the south a good glass of tea is art. This glass of tea was pure diabetis (and yes, I am referencing the diabetis meme). This is the first glass of tea we have had that we approved of. Now when we walk around the town square on a blistering hot and humid day, we have a goto stop for a southern water.

First up:

Fried Green Tomatoes

Be warned, pimento cheese is also on top of them, ew. However, nothing alittle scraping action did not fix!

Although unpictured, there were seven tomatoes perfectly fried in a cornmeal batter. The aioli was amazing! It was zesty, tangy, and inviting. I actually beat my boyfriend to most of them!

Main yum:

Southern Burger

Some say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and some chefs say we eat with our eyes first.

The meal started off great with my boyfriend being so excited mentioning the chef's detail of the most wonderfully toasted top bun. Not to mention the same aioli from the fried green tomatoes! However, the joy was short lived. The bottom bun was burnt, a disappointment he went on about randomly for the rest of the day. Bacon, the salty mouth watering crunch that always brightens up a meal. Bacon, a meat that people compete on cooking. Bacon, an important ingredient that gives fat, salinity, crunch, and smokiness. The Southern Table must have missed the memo on what bacon should be, on what bacon could be. Their bacon tasted as if it was cooked an hour prior and sat on a hot plate to get soggy. There is a difference on purposefully flaccid bacon versus bacon not maintained to keep the integrity of its cook. The onion rings were under seasoned, while the fries were on the edge of tasting fresh. Atleast the fries were making me come back for more of them.

Chicken Biscuit Gravy

This dish has so much potential to be a heart fluttering explosion. These elements are my favorite things to eat!

My first bite of the biscuit and gravy had me question my food pallet. I am used to a homemade gravy, sometimes spiced with ground pepper for what I know as a traditionally southern peppered gravy. Lord knows my mother adds too much pepper. She even burnt most bacon, and because of that, I do not mind eating burnt crispy meat at times! However, this gravy was so unexpected I dived back in a few times throughout the meal to assess my feelings. This gravy is an onion gravy, with limited salt and no pepper. I am honestly not sure it is from scratch due to the sauce looking broken. The biscuit looked and tasted dense. It was pure Bisquick mix. I was really looking forward to a fresh biscuit considering all the photos the business posts. I know there are different kind of biscuits, but I was still trying to assess where the funky taste was coming from, that I did not focus on the biscuit until later in the meal. I eventually figured out the weird taste was onions in the gravy, and a huge metallic and salty taste in the biscuit. They were probably trying to hide the fact it tasted like Bisquick.

The fried chicken. Oh the love of my taste buds since I was a toddler. The one thing my family could always count on. My 'emergency frozen food' that is ALWAYS in the freezer. Such high high hopes. The chicken was moist, and yet rubbery. The flavor of a fast food joint I have not pinpointed yet. The batter looked old, the way it congealed to the chicken reminded me of post freezer burned frozen chicken.

Lastly, the potatoes. Frozen, over cooked, maybe double cooked, and sat in a hot plate. No way the potatoes are fresh.

Ketchup. Thank you ketchup.

My ending feelings are mixed. Maybe our bad experiences were due to arriving 30 minutes after opening, or the fact it was a brunch menu. I will always go back for the tea and fried green tomatoes. That is a definite. As far as brunch again, I would rather cook at home. I am willing to return for dinner, even though it is expensive, to determine if it is a menu that fills me with happiness.

Appetizer: 11/10

Main: 3/10

Honorable mentions: sweet tea and aioli

[xamaxenta]

Marco watching the way Sabo keeps nodding off, head dipping and then bobbing back up as he sniffles and turns the page of the book he’s reading

He says nothing, happy to observe the way the younger blonde flips back a few pages to reread something and then again to his current place

It’s interesting to watch sleep take Sabo because Ace is out like a light every night before his head has even hit the pillow, he doesnt fall asleep he crashes and he crashes hard, its fun to see where the switch flips, Marco thinks its when his knees hit the mattress but Sabo thinks its when he starts falling face first into the pillows

Sabo however refuses sleep, because in his words “I have so much to do” the bags deepening his hollower gaze gives him a gaunt look most of the time, Ace always tells him he makes the walking dead look sexy and Sabos lip curls because its a dumb joke, because half his skin and body overall is immolated anyway

Sabo when almost asleep is possibly the most malleable creature, loose long lanky limbs and with the sweetest disposition, wit and integrity was replaced with something truly spoiled

“I dont wanna get up.” Sabo complains when Marco plucks the book out from his unprotesting hands

“I wasnt going to make you.” Marco replies whilst sliding one hand beneath Sabos knees and the other under his arms, sabo says nothing nd promptly slips off Marcos shoulder

Sighing Marco hefts him back up to drape an arm around his neck, “work with me, you can atleast do that much right?”

“Naaah.” Sabo slurs, head lolling to the side and he nuzzles into the firm broadness of Marcos shoulder, “dont wanna.”

“Youre worse than Ace.”

“Ace is nicer.” Sabo says and thats that, because its true so Marco struggles with him, dropping him twice, both being Sabos fault but hes so exhausted he doesnt really seem to care, only that he expects to be carried, in full

“Your legs dont fit through the door like this.” Marco chides, but, picks Sabo up off the floor regardless, clutching him bridal style and Sabo grins, eyes closed peaceful at last at achieving what he wanted

“Youll figure it out.” Sabo punctuates the last syllable with a yawn and, surprisingly, sweetly nestles into Marcos shoulder

Its hard because Marco really doesnt want to inconvenience him now, its so so rare to have this chance that waking him up would be such a crime

So he makes it work, squeezing themselves through the comedically narrow door frame to the adjoining bedroom where Ace lays spread eagled across the mattress drooling peacefully into Marco’s side of the bed

Depositing his precious cargo on the side that had less of Ace and more mattress, Marco feels a phoenix purr rumble in his chest, low and melodic at the sight of Sabo instinctively squirming close to Ace to latch onto him, Ace, shifting in his sleep to accomodate him like they’d rehearsed this

He wishes he had a snail cam, it would be lovely to capture them like this

Sabo opens his good eye and throws Marco a look, its uncanny how good he is at sensing another persons gaze on him, must be Dragon’s paranoia training or something, Marco wouldnt know

“Im cold.” Sabo informs him and Marco snorts, cold, with the personification of fire incarnate spooning him?

“Are you?” Marco humours him as he starts shucking off his over shirt and dropping his pants

“Yes.” Sabo huffs and, scoots over as Marco sets a knee on the mattress

“Aw. Guess im gonna have to fix that for you too hm.” Marco smacks Sabo on the thigh, a silent request for him to move over so he can fit too

Sabo hums in response smug as can be as Marco settles down and effectively sandwiches him between his own chest and Ace’s. Ah. So that was his plan all along.

“I bet you think youre real smart huh.” Ace speaks up, his voice crackles, crispy with sleepiness

Groans when Sabo elbows him in the ribs, swearing but tightens his hold around Sabos waist in response

“Clever thing isnt he?” Marco agrees conversationally, dry rhetoric colouring his voice as he jostles Sabo in closer because now that hes nicely tucked between them they won’t let him leave

“Shaddup.” Sabo grumbles but he doesnt sound too put out by his currently. Titillating situtation

“Hn. Okayyyy.” Ace bites at his nape, mouths sloppily at golden curls until he found Sabos scarred earlobe

“Gross.” Sabo whispers but his eyes are closed and his voice is so soft it barely holds any heat.

Shifting his weight to more securely cradle Sabos legs between his knees, Marco relaxes entirely and listens to both his younger partners breathing even out allowing Aces soft snores to eventually lull him to sleep

ok im no longer blisteringly horny on main i wanna think about MAS snuggles

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Top Five with Crush Hero

While commiting crime he's wondering why the hero hasn't shown up yet. Then after walking around he sees their body based on the wall, severely beaten and just holding to their live with written above their head "*villain name* was here"

The Riddler: ITS NOT EVEN IN GREEN PAINT- Ohhh he's going to shatter someone's ankles. He has a THEME. He worked HARD ON IT. After that not so fleeting thought runs through his mind, he is pissed off hero is hurt. He considers doing some minor crime to make civiliians panic and at the mention of a green man in a suit, the GCPD activate the Bat symbol. That'd take too long. He huffed, looks like he'll have to do this alone. As he carries hero to...safety? See that sounded wrong even to the Riddler. Wait a minute, IS THIS WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF HIM NOW? SO LOW TO BEAT SOMEONE TO A PULP AND RUN OFF WITHOUT SO MUCH AS A RIDDLE? Ugh, amateurs. They're sickening.

Scarecrow: Not his. He's a doctor. First rule is unintelligible handwriting. Since when did he beat people to a pulp? Sure he's strong but as hero had said, he's too skinny- give him a hug and you'll get a paper cut. He crinkled his nose. He'll leave the beating people to the brink of death to the Joker...or the Riddler on a very bad day. He checked for a pulse. "Your luck is either very good or very bad for me to be the one to find you." Jonathan said mostly to himself. "Fear not, my dear, ill take care of it from here."

Mad Hatter: Oh- wait...did he do this? This doesn't seem like his thing. ...right? What exactly was his thi- now is not the time. He'll just have to ask hero when they're awake. Jervis was going to have to get creative about how to move you. Oh, just in time! Look! A big burly man who looked like he could lift three of Jervis. He almost resembled Bane. However Bane was much bigger. He took out his pocket watch, reminding himself to remember to make the man forget once he's done carrying them.

Two-Face: Okay no one can fall for this. That is the shittiest handwriting he has ever seen. "Can't they atleast spell it properly?" Harv said gruffly. "'To face' is just pitiful." "Why wouldn't I use my gun?" Harvey spoke with confusion. Two-Face checked hero's pulse. "Oh thank fuck." Harv' breathed. He wasted no time lifting hero, to move them to the car. "Where should we take them?" Harvey wondered out loud. "Could take 'em back to base. Got a first aid kid and no one will be bothering us." It seemed the best option. "If we ever get hands on whoever did this, I say we flip. Heads: they get their own besting they don't wake up from. Tails: a bullet." Harv' said as he got into the drivers seat. "Agreed." Harvey replied as he turned on the cognition.

Black Mask: Okay first of all this is offensive if it was him there would be so much more blood shed and hero would be UNRECOGNISABLE- now that we got that out the way - WHO THE FUCK DID THAT TO HIS BABY? No, hero doesn't know they are his baby BUT THEY ARE. No one gets a choice in this! He's calling a car and getting one of the boys to pick them up. -that suit gotta stay crispy white-. He's going to be making some calls because he's finding out who did this. After all, he's gotta give a lesson on how to really get the job done.

[smolsidesandco]

Can have cg sides hcs? Even th dark ones plz an thanks u

Ackkkkkk i forgot to post this but,

Yeah! I would love to share some headcannons! I already have a lot for Janus just because I have written them as a cg, so I hope these are good!

Janus:

• Janus is wonderful at helping smalls when they need to be distracted from icky thoughts.

• They have many textured baby and kid toys for the smol to choose from.

• They aren't a very strict cg but they do use the techniques of gentle parenting with the smol they're looking after.

• They're the go to side when it comes to a smol having a meltdown or tantrum. They're reassure them that what they feeling is valid and calmly talk to them about whats wrong and options they could choose to feel better or could use to get their emotions out.

• They tend to be able to find loops holes in the rules depending on specific scenarios that they would happily use to be able to sneak the smol a secret cookie or candy.

• When its time for a smol to go to bed they either team up with Roman to tell a nice bedtime story, full of voices and soft things. Or teaming up with Patton to gently rock and hum smols to bed.

• Normally they don't like having their scales touched, but if its for a smol, they tend to let that slide and let any smols use the textures to stim.

• They don't change their sarcastic sassy attitude when they're helping a smol. They don't do the whole baby talking either. They don't enjoy treating a smol like they don't know how to do anything.

• They'll keep an eye on the smol and ask them if they need help or if they would like some help. Reassuringly them that if they do, they would be happy to help and that its okay.

• If the smol their watching does something on their own, you can bet Janus is proud of them.

• "Oh my, you did all this yourself? Well you did a wonderful job on it!"

• They enjoy being a cg in the same way someone would regress to get a break from the big world.

• They can also make sure a smol is taking care of themself

Patton:

• Patton is without a doubt a very snuggly and excited cg.

• They love baking for and with their smol!

• They absolutely let whatever smolntheir watching that they can link the batter off the spoon (much to logans dismay)

• They hold the smols hands and help them mix batter or cutting out cookie shapes!

• If its a bigger smol, they'll let you crack an egg and throw it away all by yourself!

• Patton falls into baby talking a lot whenever their watching a smol.

• Baby talking, plus helping the smol with most things.

• They tend to assume that the smol will need help with most things, and its almost second nature for them to help with everything.

• Patton is pretty good at watching younger smols. Older smalls tend to be harder for them to help, since they tend to want to do a lot of things theirself, but they tries their best.

• They love taking their smol kiddo outside to play.

• Having picnics and going to the park is one of their favorite activities! And they'll pack the smols favorite picnic safe food!

• Loves trying out cute pintrest food trends. And packing the smols lunch in cute themed lunch boxes.

Logan:

• Surprisingly Logan helps Patton a lot with making food, and making it look really nice.

• Their logic states that a smol will be more inclined to eat their food, including veggies and the sorts, if it looks nice.

• Maybe a unicorn themed lunch will get a smol to eat their carrots. Or a sky themed one will get thoes mash potatoes off their plate.

• Logan has done quite a lot of research on this topic, especially if it due to helping the smol.

• For every smol they know, they plan/analyze/ and write down atleast five different lunch options and themes that would work the best based on the smols pallet and what they like.

• Of course this all also means they expect the smol to eat all their veggies and if you don't eat them you don't get dessert.

• Using the excuse of not liking the veggies seems impossible as well since each meal is catered to the person.

• They create schedules for the smol to follow, filled with times to eat, sleep, play, and even watch cartoons.

• They tend to be rather stuck on what they shedual is and won't take a straight up no when they say its bed time.

• Of course communicating and making sure there isn't any other reason or deeper meaning to the smol not wanting to do something they should is something they try to figure out first.

• They love watching documentaries with the smol!

• Especially ones about space, the ocean, or how something is made.

• They have many worksheets, learning games, and puzzles for the smol to work through with them if they would like.

Remus:

• Another carer/baby sitter that loves puzzles is our favorite wacky ratboi.

• Surprisingly, seeing a smol is almost an instantaneous flip to them.

• While they're basically the same wacky fun uncle as normal, they know how unpleasant icky phrases or words can be when a safe space like this is involved.

• Its also nice for them because their brain sort of does it automatically, so its a well wanted break from all their intrusive thoughts.

• They will actively find every way they can to break the rules with a smol.

• Whether that be skipping bedtime, eating icecream for breakfast, eating so much candy.

• In their mind 'chaos needs to be chaos, and I rather the smol chaos happen around me so I can make sure the chaos doesn't hurt anyone'

• They don't mind letting the smol put glitter or whatever in their mustache.

• They work well with older smols who can jump around and do a lot of things with supervision.

• Watching horror movies or scary ghost shows is something they're happy to watch with the smol! (As long as the smol wants)

• They'll sneak any veggies you don't want off your plate and eat them for you.

• Mixing everytype of icecream sounds like a good idea right?

• 10000 percent make 'magical potions' with you with all the shampoo and soaps.

• Pranks galore

Roman:

• When the smol isn't causing chaos or watching cartoons, Roman will make sure the smol feels like a royal.

• That includes dressing up, makeup, hair, and going on adventures!

• They love setting up little quest for the smol to go on and solve.

• Helping them defeat dragons, monsters, and all kinds of things!

• They work better with older smols but can watch a younger smol and be their princely knight to protect the baby royal!

• They like going outside and letting the smol explore with them.

• Sometimes in the woods looking for cool sticks and rocks to bring home and let Logan look over.

• Other times going on the nature trail at the park and saying its a serious quest.

• They don't activatively try to break the rules with the smol like Remus. They more so simply forget that they're are rules and things like bedtime for the smol.

• Arts and crafts are another fun thing they're good at with the smol. They have so many coloring books and craft supplies.

• Pretty much prepared for simple coloring, all the way to paper mache.

• Whenever a smol is afraid of something, they try to 'defeat it' whether its needing to spar and imaginary monster in the closet and sending them back home, or vanquishing the horrible spider by taking it away to a safe place.

• They sing songs and lullabies to help the smol calm down or sleep.

• Disney move marathons galore.

• So many spinny hugs.

Virgil

• Virgil is the best with younger smols.

• They're less likely to wander away when they're not looking.

• Easier to help them when they need help

• They don't tend to want to do things by themselves. Which is good for them because just sitting there isn't good for their nerves.

• They tend to stay close by.

• Virgil is better with younger smols because they find them easier to watch in general.

• Its also a good time to wind down and focus on someone that isn't themself.

• They always have baby wipes and bandaids on hand.

• Isn't really the one for baby talking with a smol.

• They're really good with sounds and making sure the smol isn't overwhelmed by loudness or things being too quiet.

• Lives for creepy crawlies and Halloween things with their smol.

• Binge watching Tim Burton movies while eating rice crispies.

• Let's the smol cuddle up into their arms and sleep whenever they want.

• On occasion will let the smol wear their jacket.

• Is extremely careful when it comes to food and making sure the smol doesn't get hurt.

• Whenever the smol is scared they either call Roman to come be the knight or helps them feel safe by promising their fear is valid but they're safe. Virgil knows a lot about danger and scary things so they gotta know something about the scary thing

[literate-lamb]

Man of the House | prologue

Sam Wilson/fem!Reader, future dark!Bucky Barnes/fem!Reader 

Of first meetings with your landlord and being enamoured with the hauntingly beautiful house. A new start.

► warnings(!): none for this chapter, eventual dubcon/noncon, eventual choking in future chapters. this is a dark fic.

a/n: I’m opening a taglist for this series, just hmu with an ask.

When people think of Fall, they can’t help but attribute it to the crispy coldness, the yellowing of leaves, or children in pumpkin patches. Young adults would probably think of the pumpkin spice lattes from cafes, or for the fans of the occult, All Hallow’s Eve’s approach comes to the mind. Just like the changing of leaves, for you, Fall reminds you of new beginnings. A fresh start.

The autumn wind chills as you huddled closer in your coat, trying to retain warmth. Your old car —a Studebaker Lark ‘63— parked on the curb of the road as you approached the house. 

Ahead over you, in its Gothic Revival glory, sat a white wooden house. The drab grey sky made it seem more imposing in stature. The roof was a contrasting grey, steeply pitched with an arched gable. Delicate wooden trims decorated the front; nothing intricate but a simple design. Dirty windows entered your peripheral, the accumulated dust blurring them. 

Taking everything in, the house seemed well-maintained, but the chipping of paint reminded you of its age. 

Nevertheless, for a structure of such grandeur, it was astonishingly inexpensive. After hours of pouring over internet searches, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you stumbled upon it. 

The house was a classic; with its architecture and size, you deemed it perfect. Located in a quieter part of Maryland, bordering DC; not too far from your place of employment, but far from the cacophonies of the city. This, you considered, was your fresh start.

Standing near the driveway was a greying gentleman; grey hair perfectly coiffed, crow’s feet in the corners of twinkling blue eyes. You assumed he’s in his 60’s or 70’s. He greeted you, his weathered face smiling, with a walking stick in hand, although he still seemed strong for his age.

“Good day, Mr Rogers,” you smiled, shaking his offered hand. “Thank you for meeting me today.”

“It’s a pleasure, dear,” he replied. “Let’s go in, shall we?” 

Stepping onto the porch, you observed your surroundings. The rustling of trees by the wind was the most prominent of sound, if anything else, it was dead quiet. You could see other houses scattered in the distance, however no immediate neighbours were within vicinity. 

The click of the front door unlocking pulled you. The inside was dark, the dusty windows permitting little light, while the floor was covered by a thin layer of dust. 

Mr Rogers walked in first, pushing the door and held it open for you. You thanked him, pleased with his gentlemanly ways.

A hiss left you at the sudden switching of lights, attacking your eyes as they readjusted. You blinked a few times to take in the interior. 

The hallway was long; cream coloured wallpaper hugged its sides, ending to a larger room in the distance. The walls were bare except for a few random antique mirrors. To your left, a stairway sits. It contrasts the walls; a rich, sturdy, mahogany. To your right, an entrance way opens up; silhouettes standing in the dim shadows.

“I apologize, it’s a bit dusty,” said Mr Rogers, sheepishly. “I try to clean it up at least once a month.”

“By yourself?” you ask, bewildered.

He chuckled, “No, with a cleaning company, dear.”

Telling you to follow him, Mr Rogers stepped into the entryway to your right, switching the lights on. 

The silhouettes you saw earlier were of the furniture strewn about; chesterfield sofas, armchairs, and antique floor lamps crowding the room. A fireplace stood near another entrance, a large mirror erected over its mantle, reflecting the rays from the porch windows. It looked like a scene out of those classic films you used to love. If tidied properly, this would be the best reading spot, you thought.

“This is the parlour,” he announced, “Great for having guests over.”

“It’s beautiful,” you beamed. 

Moving forward, Mr Rogers walked through the other entryway, leading to a dining room. From your vantage point, you could see this is the room the hallway ends up to. 

Smacked in the middle, a sleek white marble dining table sits. Its length stretches across the room, sets of dining chairs accommodating tens of people. It looked ideal for hosting dinner parties. 

The dining room was connected to the kitchen in the back, easing the transferring of food. When you stepped foot into the kitchen, you didn’t expect it to be extravagantly spacious. You smiled, envisioning  yourself cooking meals in this kitchen.

“There are a few pots and pans under the cupboards if you ever want to use ‘em,” the older man says. “They were my wife’s” 

Curious, you pressed, “Your wife, sir?”

“Yep, my wife, Peggy,” he smiled, eyes distant, lost in a different time, “Actually, she was the one who owned this house, or atleast, her family did. I inherited it after she passed away, felt it was too big to live by myself ya know?”

You hummed in understanding. He must have lived a fulfilling life with his wife, judging by the look. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it, composed himself, and marched on.

“This here leads to the back of the house,” he gestured to a door, the upper half a transparent window. You could see tall blades of grass and the dense trees swaying out back, reacting to the wind. “And this one’s the laundry room, the bathroom’s next to it,” he continued, opening a second door in the kitchen.

You both left the kitchen, entering the hallway through the dining room. As you passed, you noticed a set of stairs obscured under the main staircase. It was smaller, leading down under, ending where a thick black door stood in slight darkness.

“Uhm, Mr Rogers?” you asked, pausing. “What’s that room?”

The older man stopped, turning to look back. 

“Oh, that’s the basement. Nothing exciting down there though, just a furnace and some tools. I’ll show you soon,” he seemed to ramble, before turning his back quickly. Without waiting for you, he started climbing the stairs, slowly, hand gripping the railings tightly, walking stick in the other.

That prompted an eyebrow raise from you, he almost seemed flustered. Shrugging it off, you followed.

“So, tell me, dear,” he started, “What brings you searching for a house in this area? It’s not exactly the most happening of places for youngsters.”

The question surprised you. Usually most landlords don’t bother to know such, especially of potential tenants. Their only concern being prompt payments, or you’re out.

“Um, I’m a vet, and I actually work closer here than if I live in the city,” you replied, “Plus, it beats the DC traffic.” Which was true, harrowing through traffic everyday was exhausting.

Mr Rogers chuckled in response.

The second floor was the same layout as the floor below; a long hallway with doors. You noticed there were even more mirrors on this floor. Come to think of it, there were mirrors in every room you’ve been in so far.

“There are three bedrooms and a bathroom on this floor,” —the man explains, opening a door�� “And this is the master bedroom.”

It was spacious and regal, light blue walls with dark furniture occupied the room; a king-sized four poster, a vanity, and a large wardrobe stood next to a closet. On the furthest side, two stained glass doors stood, leading to a balcony overlooking the front yard. The colours from the glass reflected on the walls, giving allusions to crystalline shapes. You imagined how they’d reflect during sunset. It was perfect.

The tour commenced with Mr Rogers showing the other two bedrooms and bathroom. At the end of the hall, he led you to a wooden ladder that stood connected to a latch door in the ceiling. 

“That’s the attic, nothing much but dust and some old furniture,” he pointed, “You can take a look at ‘em and see if they’re to your liking when you decide to move in.”

Heading down the stairs, the basement was the last place on the tour.

“So, how are you liking the place so far?” he asks, walking beside you.

Biting your lip, you chose your words carefully. “It’s beautiful, the furniture, the decor, and such big space as well,” you said, “Although I’m surprised that I’ll be getting all of this, especially with the price.” 

The elder man picked up on your apprehension, “Ah, about that, I’ll discuss the details with you after we finish.” He took the lead, pushing the thick black door with his body. He was stronger than you expected. 

A sense of foreboding was felt at first as the door creaked. After going further down the steps, it wasn’t as dark as you expected. Minimal light shone in through small windows on the upper walls, the glass separating the two worlds.

The dangling chain on the ceiling was pulled, flooding the space in light. Adjusting to the brightness, you could see it was dustier in the basement. Cobwebs hung in corners, entangling corpses with them. Thick dust covered the surface of shelves, as if a blizzard invaded. An even thicker silence settled, deafening to the core.

“Don’t you worry about that thing,” the man’s voice echoed, pointing to a furnace in the back, “Got that serviced this year, if anything happens just let me know.” Turning to the shelves, he seemed to inspect them for a few moments, eyes squinting. “And there’s a lot of tool boxes in here,” he gestured to the heavy shelves, pushed to the walls, “Feel free to use ‘em.”

Not wasting any time, Mr Rogers turned back towards the stairs. You followed suit, pulling the chain, basking the basement in darkness once more. 

As you began to ascend, a sudden strong scent invaded your nostrils, wafting through like an uninvited guest. You gave another whiff. A musky scent, wild, and smoky, further reminding you of Fall. 

Casting one last glance into the darkness, you shrugged it off, and closed the door. Must’ve been Mr Rogers’ faint cologne.

You observed the state of the porch as Mr Rogers locked the front door. The porch needed sweeping, you noted, stepping on a sea of dead leaves, their crunching audible. 

Overlooking the lawn, you noticed a pair of blue eyes at the edge of the porch. A pair of white fluffy ears accompanied, flickering occasionally. You smiled, it seemed like you had a visitor.

Squatting down on the steps of the porch, you chittered, hoping to catch its attention. After a few seconds, a white blur zoomed in, scurrying then stopping abruptly at your feet. It mewled, wide blue eyes staring, demanding attention. You petted and scratched below its jaw, the creature emitting content purrs. 

“Looks like she’s taken a liking to you,” voices Mr Rogers from behind, “She’s a stray, always coming ‘round.”

“I’m surprised, she’s very friendly,” you said, petting snowy fur.

Seconds pass, the cat’s purr the only sound. 

“I’m sure you’ve been wondering regarding the rent,” he breaks the silence, taking a seat on the porch steps. “Why it’s so… well, cheap, for a fully furnished house like this.”

“Well… yeah, I actually almost thought it was a scam,” you replied, sheepish. “I had to actually see it for myself.”

The older gentleman laughed, “I don’t blame you, it sounds too good to be true.”

And indeed, it was. For a classic house like this, dating probably a century back, and fully furnished, something must be up. It was too good of a good bargain.

“Actually, there’s a reason why I put it that way,” he admits after a few beats. “Tell me, do you believe in ghosts, dear?” 

You frowned, wondering where he’s going with this, “Can’t say I do.”

“Let me guess, atheist?” 

“Agnostic.”

He smiles mirthlessly, “Well, I can’t say I believe in them either, but for the past years, I’ve been having trouble getting tenants to stay.” That piqued your curiosity.

“What do you mean, sir?” you pressed, intrigued.

“Past tenants have told me they’ve been… spooked while living in the house, like things disappearing and reappearing, or hearing footsteps and what not,” the man explains, “But I can’t say it’s true since it’s all peaceful whenever I stay here, or check up on maintenance. I’ve even had a friend stay here for a week, and nothing!"

Ah, the classic household haunting you’ve always seen in movies; missing items, heavy footsteps, the feeling of being watched. Sitting on the steps, you felt like a walking cliché; the stupid girl who goes into a large house knowing it’s haunted, wanting a taste of thrill. Yet, you can’t be bothered. You’ve always been a skeptic, a believer that science and logic can debunk these things.

“What I wanted to ask you is, would you still want to move here after all I’ve told you?” the older man asked. “I’d understand if you want to back out.”

His question shows how concerned he is about others, even if it’ll put a damper in his business. You felt lucky to have stumbled upon an honest and understanding landlord, not everyone had that privilege. But something felt off.

“I don’t understand, while I appreciate it, why do you need to disclose this, sir?” you ask, weirded out. “Isn’t it buyers beware?”

“It’s a part of the law to categorize it under ‘stigmatized’ property,” he replied. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you didn’t know,” he chuckled, you joined him. “So, what about it, dear?”

Stroking the cat, you thought about it. You were never a believer of ghouls nor other other-worldly beings, and you weren’t going to start now. While the presence of ghosts could never be proven or denied, you believed that every occurrence has a logical explanation, even the paranormal. You weren’t about to let go of a wonderful place just because some ghost decided to move in as well. Stigmatized or not, you’ve found yourself a good deal. The perfect start.

“Don’t worry Mr Rogers, ghosts or no, nothing's gonna stop me from living in this house,” you smiled. He returned it.

Later, after much discussion and the exchange of handshakes, you left the house with a sense of relief. Pulling out of the driveway, you waved to the older gentleman, before speeding off. 

A few metres ahead, checking in the rearview mirror, you saw Mr Rogers still standing in the driveway. 

His smile never faltered.

The next day finds you working endlessly at the clinic, meeting furry patients left and right, tending to their dilemmas. The clinic was almost never vacant, the seats occupied always leaving behind fur. To you, it has always been a fulfilling job. Sometimes you’ll get scratched, or hissed at, but at the end of the day it was always worth the care.

Lunch came a bit later. Sighing, your shoulders relaxed. After attending to a cat that decided it needed to throw a hissy fit, you really needed a break. While shovelling food into your mouth, your phone suddenly rang; Sam Wilson flashing on the screen.

“Hi, baby,” you picked up.

“Hello, baby,” came the sultry voice on the other end. “How’s my girl doin’?”

“She’s doing fine, thank you for asking,” you teased. “Why’d you call? Did something happen?”

Muffled chuckles rang through the speakers, “No, nothing happened, just wanted to know how you’re doin’. Hey, how was the house? All good?” 

“It was gorgeous! And fully-furnished too!” you replied, gleefully. “It was all antique, the master bedroom was my favourite,” and you continued telling him of everything, from the fancy parlour to the stained glass doors. Sam listened attentively, humming and responding at appropriate times. And this is why you loved him. He was always the talkative one out of you two, yet he never talked out of turn, always putting you first. “Oh, and I’ve found out why it’s so affordable.”

“Let me guess, someone died in that house?” 

You chuckled, “Close, apparently it’s ‘haunted’, ooh,” you booed. “The landlord said he had never experienced it during all his years there, nor did his friend that apparently stayed there. So it makes you wonder, if it were just stories from people paranoid about living in an old house.”

“Sounds like it,” Sam hummed. “Can’t wait to have sleepovers at your new place now.” 

You laughed, missing his dose of humour and his presence terribly. “I wished you were there with me.”

“I wished I had too, baby,” he murmured, “So when’s the moving date? Gotta put these bad boys into good use.” You heard him grunting, probably flexing his bicep from the other end. Sam’s antics always amused you. He was your happy pill.

“I told Mr Rogers —that’s the landlord— I’ll be moving in two weeks,” you explained. “Do you mind taking a day off to help me? Pretty please?”

“Anything for you, baby.” 

[dusk8]

Atleast its better then my Ralph looking like he got the worst spray tan ever. With the lighting when I take a picture of my art to post it online he looks fine but irl in my sketchbook he looks like an orange 💀

Also I meant crispy like in a good way (for some reason I love crunchy stuff like chips and burnt fries....)

@lotftober2024 Day 3: A shy liking 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Here it is finally, i got busy and now im like 3 days behind

Just gotta hit the grind 🫡

[beausprivatejournal]

Bread Recipe

Ingredients:

500 g flower

10 gr salt

7 g dry yeast

320 ml lukewarm water

Sunflower oil

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Step 1.

Prepare all the ingredients. Weigh them precisely. The base ingredients in bread are flower, lukewarm water, yeast and salt. You can add whatever you’d like to it to make it taste even better.

Step 2.

Put all the ingredients in one bowl. You can kneed it with your hands or with a kitchenmachine.

Step 3.

Mix it all quickly together with a spoon.

Step 4.

Kneed a smooth dough out of it. Do this with your hands, kneed it atleast for 15 minutes.

Step 5.

The dough is ready when it feels lightly sticky and elastic. It should be as smooth like a gumball that you can stretch out. Does it break immediately? Then keep kneeding for a little while more, the dough isn’t kneeded well enough then.

Step 6.

Put the dough in a bowl thats covered in oil en turn it around in it (so all the dough is covered in oil). Let it rise for about an hour at a warm place under a piece of clingwrap.

Step 7.

The dough is ready if its grown twice it’s size. If you poke it with your finger a hole should remain.

Step 8.

Push the air gently out with your fingertips. Push the dough into a large circle.

Step 9.

Form a pretty orb shape from the dough. Do this by brining in the sides to the middle. Turn around the orb shaped dough and let it rest for around 15 minutes under a bit of clingwrap.

Step 10.

now you will shape the dough in any form youd like. Put your dough on a baking tray covered in baking paper, unless you bake it on a stone. 

Step 11.

Let again the dough rise for a small hour in a warm place. The dough is ready if it grew twice its size and lightly bounces back. Again cover it in a bit of clingwrap and in the meantime preheat the oven on 200 degrees celcius.

Step 12.

Cut little lines in the bread with a knife and bake the bread for around 35 minutes until golden brown, Spray some water on it with a gardensprayer on the sides of the oven. Because of this the bread gets a nice crispy crust. Your bread is ready once it sound hollow inside when you knock on it.

Now let the bread cool down on a baking tray.

[venzchan]

Agami

Worms be waiting....those tiny little worms which can't be seen with these naked eyes...

Those worms which don't have definite shape, will be waiting, to eat up the whole damn body regardless of the size, shape, texture, color...

Till the warmness in the body exists..

Till the breathing flows in and out of those lungs..

Till the blood and fluids flows..

Till the beating exists..

Worms be waiting for it to go, so they can engulf the body...

For it to fill the tummy which ain't that gigantic...

still be waiting , without sparing it's moment, it be waiting...

Flames be waiting , to burn up the flesh from crispy roast to charcoal ashes...

Flames be waiting just like the worm but without any hungry intent...

Flames be waiting, it might be bored of the dead damn bodies which has lost its worth and has become just a body..

Still flames be waiting to do it's chores which it's nature to do so...

Tomorrow may be a day where the life may end

Tomorrow may be a day where one can't do what they be doing

Tomorrow may be a day where the world may change

Tomorrow may be a day where the world may end

A day can be someone's birthday the same day can be someone's death day..

Celebrations happen, mourning happen the very same day

One may cheat, loot, kill, for self benefit, even though knowing or not knowing I never knew... They may get cheated, looted, killed... in any form in any means ... no one knows.. 

We know we all die one day..

We know we all may die tomorrow, today, the very next moment...while reading, typing....doing what not all...

We all know karma exists still some are not bothered by it's existence knowing or not knowing it will hit...

Still the thought doesn't seem to bother...

Still we live our life... bearing silly problems as big life staking, thinking about today, tomorrow, the another future....

Some lead life for today

Some lead life for tomorrow

Some lead life for not bothering another day..

Some strive to live through difficulties

Some strive to end their life..

Some lead a perfect planned life

Some lead life as if nothing matters anymore

Tell me, which life process to follow anymore

Humans are silly, I feel..

Many live like they don't exist...

Many live like they exist to make changes

Many live like they exist to destroy those changes

Many exist to alter those changes

Many exist not to be bothered by those changes

One is not same...

Another is not same....

Still they live like the same life of some other who is not same as the other

I'm not same, you are not same still we are homosapiens which is the same..

Don't bother to talk about color, race and sex, it's such a pain which is not painful

Lust, wrath, greed, gluttony, pride jealousy these alchemist things not gonna explain geez it's such a drag, such a drag to awaken the spiritual synergy...

One believe in God

One doesn't just simple as that

One doesn't even know what to believe and what not to

One is not even bothered what to believe or not to

One may like the one who is not bothered by anything

One may like the life of the one who is carefree

Still one may become the one not bothered still bothered by the thought of not being bothered

Should I be bothered by the death

Should I be bothered by the life

Should I be bothered by the man made calamity....man women doesn't matter...

Should I be bothered by worlds calamity

Should I be bothered by extraterrestrial, universal calamity

Should I be bothered by myself, family, people, wild and the world.

Should I be bothered by not being bothered

Should I bother the bother

The sentence doesn't rhyme

The sentence doesn't stand to the grammar Nazi

The sentence is not determined to complicate

The sentence doesn't know how it started where it meets it end

The sentence is not bothered at all

The sentence doesn't make any sense

As I prolong the thought process goes on...

The thought may end

The thought may give new thoughts

The thought may go wide and narrow up and down, scatter everywhere

The thought may never gonna end

So let me end this .... For the time being atleast ....

~Venz~

My English not that good gomen

[crispy-buddies-bakery]

Event #1- Rescue Buddies

Hello and all, welcome to the first event in Crispy Buddies! Like the Title suggest, The event will feature rescued Buddies, aka buddies that have been abandoned/and or abused and is now ready for a new home, 

I will create two buddies once and a while, these buddies will already have their own backstory and such, its like adoptables instead they are for free, so I am basically making a kinda oc and giving em to ya, 

Here are the rules

You cannot immediently ask to adopt the buddy, you must atleast ask  questions about the buddy, think of this as being interviewed when adopting

Adopting rescues will require to rp, Since in this event, there is a chance that the buddy will reject the adoption, so choosing how you speak and act around the buddy will either decrease or increase your chance of adopting it (Don’t worry, even you are rejected, you can still try another rescue buddy,)

The first come first serve will be done, so if one person is already doing the rp with the rescue buddy, you cannot butt in and try to ask for a adoption

Being rude in the rp is a immedient disqualification (In and out of rp)

Please be respectful of other people, so do not get angry at the person who adopted the rescued buddy you want

That should be all, Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy