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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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A Bizarre Beginning

This is the 2k word first place fic won by @strawberrystepmom in my 600 followers celebration event.

Warning(s): Swearing, that’s basically it, this is a meet-cute sort of fic that is more like 2.5k than 2 but I got carried away, oh also this is post-part 3 but pre-part 4 mid-twenties joot, and he is still in his emo phase because i said so

You weren’t sure how you got into this situation in the first place—it was bizarre, to say the least, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. It was the opposite, in fact, you wanted nothing more than to stay where you were for the rest of your life.

It all began when you met the love of your life—Jotaro Kujo. You were fresh out of college, with a bright future in your, well, future. You were ecstatic to achieve such a large goal on your road to normalcy. All your life you’d grown up with something strange always lurking around you. . . something nobody else spoke of. It was like it was invisible to everyone but you, though you knew you weren’t crazy. It was a humanoid figure, though more alien-looking than human. You could tell it to come and go, but it didn’t do much else besides hover around. Eventually, you accepted your fate, to be forever bonded to the bizarre entity, and ignored it as much as you could. It didn’t bother you nowadays, especially now that you had a normal future ahead of you.

That’s when you met him. The man who saw your companion.

It was a normal run-in—walking the aisles of a supermarket, your ever-hovering entity trailing behind you as you grabbed your groceries. You had spotted him at the end of the aisle in a large black coat, a similar colored hat upon his head. He looked rather handsome—at least from where you were standing, so you quietly slid closer, pretending to browse for nothing in particular.

You searched your mind for something clever or interesting to say to him, but had nothing. It was strange—you would normally never approach someone like this, but it was like something beyond your reach lured you closer. You couldn’t help yourself. You had to talk to him.

“Hey,” he suddenly spoke, deep voice spooking you. You jumped lightly, taking a step back. He didn’t look at you, but instead stared at the two items in his hand. Two cans of soda. “Cherry or vanilla?”

You tilted your head, though of course he didn’t see. Deciding not to question why he was asking a stranger for advice on fizzy beverages, you answered him. “Cherry-vanilla,” you said, grabbing the aforementioned can off the shelf. You held it out for him to grab. “It’s the best of both.”

He set the cans down, looking over to grab the soda, when his eyes widened ever so slightly. He leaned back stiffly, guarding himself as he stared you down. “Call off your stand before things get ugly,” he threatened, an entity materializing beside him. You gasped.

His spirit looked completely different than yours—a muscular, scantily clad god-of-a-man with long black hair and piercing eyes. It locked eyes with you, unblinking. You beckoned your own companion beside you. “You can see it, too?” you whispered. “And you have a spirit of your own.”

“They’re called stands. And they’re manifestations of your soul.” His stance relaxed slightly. “I’m assuming by your reaction you’ve never met another stand-user before.”

“I always assumed I was alone,” you said. “There’s others out there like me—well, like us?”

“Yeah. Too many, if you ask me.” He grabbed the cherry-vanilla soda from your hand, popping it open as he gestured you to follow him. “Follow me. I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

You did as told, trailing behind as he walked out of the store, chugging the soda down before tossing in the trash bin outside. “You gonna pay for that?” you questioned, glancing behind you at the clueless cashier.

“I doubt a can of soda will bankrupt ‘em. Now let’s get a move-on. I don’t have all day to play teacher.”

“Get a move-on where? I don’t even know you.” You stopped, watching as he opened the door to his car. He rolled his eyes, as though your legitimate concerns were petty questions that didn’t need answered. Still, he spoke up.

“Jotaro Kujo. And we’re heading back to my apartment. I’m not standing in a grocery store revealing sensitive information.” He gestured to the passenger door from his side. “Get in.”

“Great,” you muttered sarcastically, popping the door open and slipping inside. “This is definitely not a stupid and dangerous idea. Sure. Why not?”

“Stop talking to yourself. If you think it’s so stupid then why’d you follow me out here?” He started up the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. He turned up the radio slightly. Punk-rock played through the speakers. You two had the same taste in genre, you noted. At least if he was going to kill you, you’d die listening to decent music.

“Because I care more about answers than my wellbeing,” you replied honestly, arms crossed as you stared out the window. “My whole life I’ve never seen anyone like me. Then I suddenly run into you at a grocery store I decide to visit for the first time? It’s. . . bizarre.”

“Stand users are more common than you’d think. But even so, the likelihood of bumping into each other. . .” he trailed off, brows furrowed in concentration. His hands gripped the steering wheel, fingers occasionally tapping against it. “It’s like we’re all magnets. . .”

“Would you mind elaborating? How do you know so much about all this, anyway?”

He shot you a glare. “Damn it. I’m trying to think here!” You locked eyes with him, returning the dirty look tenfold. It’s not like it was your fault for getting coerced into a stranger’s car. Well. . . it may have been a little bit of stupid curiosity on your part, but to pass up the opportunity to get answers about the being that’s haunted you since you could remember? That wasn’t going to happen. You couldn’t let someone like yourself slip through your fingers. You had to know what he had to say.

“You told me you’d give me answers, Kujo.” You clicked your tongue. “But fine. I’ll shut up. . . for now.”

The rest of the ride was silent, save for Jotaro muttering under his breath. When he finally pulled into a nice apartment complex, you tore out of the car. You were halfway to the building before he’d turned it off. You stood on the concrete sidewalk, leaning on either foot anxiously.

He walked past you, heading up the stairs. You followed swiftly behind, careful not to step on his coat. Why was he wearing such a large jacket, anyway? It was rather hot out. If he was trying to make a statement, he should’ve gone with white. It would contrast his hair better.

You brushed off your odd thoughts, instead watching as he finally stopped at a door, swinging it open. He didn’t bother to welcome you inside, just leaving it open as he slipped his shoes off. You followed in, shutting the door behind you. You took your shoes off, setting them neatly against the entryway wall. You almost left them on in case you needed to sprint out of there, but your common courtesy forbade it.

“Alright. Now answers,” you said, taking a seat on the plush brown couch in the living area. He stood in the kitchen—the open floor plan allowing you to watch him as he dug a soda out of the fridge. He tossed a can to you. Well, more like at you.

“Would you give me a second? Good grief, you’re impatient.”

You barely caught it before it hit the window behind you. You looked at the label. Cherry-vanilla. Why did he ask you about your soda opinion in the first place if he already had. . . it didn’t matter. You popped it open, taking a sip. “I came here to talk about why the hell you and I have strange entities permanently tied to our bodies and how we managed to run into each other despite the likelihood of that happening being next to zero. Not to sip soda and have small talk.”

He finally took a seat across from you in a comfortable looking loveseat, popping open another soda. “I hear you. Jesus, woman, give me a break.”

You huffed. “Just tell me what you know, please.”

“Look.” He took his hat off, setting it on the coffee table. He propped his feet next to it. If you were his mother you’d scold him for that. “This whole thing started with my great-great-grandfather and his asshole step-brother. It’s a long story.”

Your eye twitched. You glanced over at your spirit—or stand as Jotaro called it—that was lingering beside you. “Any way you can start a little closer to the present day? Like how you managed to control your ‘stand’ like you did? All mine does is sort of hover around.”

Jotaro’s stand appeared once more, standing next to the seat. “I call him Star Platinum. All you need to do is focus on controlling it. It’s part of you. Like moving a limb.” Star Platinum punched the air a few times before letting out a swift and rather quiet, “ora”. You blinked. His could even talk? Well. . . make sounds was a better word for it, but it still surpassed your own stand, who was barely more than a semi-permeable puppet. You turned to face your entity. You examined its every detail, studying it like it was your own body. You imagined it moving its hand to pick up your soda, now discarded on the coffee table. It did nothing. You grunted, focusing harder. You concentrated with everything you had. It’s your hand. It’s your hand. It’s your hand. Move. Move. Move—

Your stand’s fingers twitched, before its whole arm came alive. It moved robotically, but with purpose. Grasping the soda can, it picked it up, handing it to you. You took the soda. You sipped the sweet beverage smugly. You did it.

“Good to know you’ll be safe next time you visit a vending machine,” Jotaro ridiculed, a barely noticeable smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” you shot back. “Anyway, what does some distant relative have to do with all this?”

“To save time, all you need to know is that the asshole step-brother became a vampire, stole my ancestor’s body, and led an army of stand users to kill my grandfather and I as we tried to save my mother from becoming victim to her own stand. Other people joined us too but they’re not important right now. They have stands as well. So does my grandfather. We killed the vampire—Dio—but stand users keep appearing, and we don’t know why.”

You resisted the urge to spit up your soda laughing. He had to be joking. Did he really think you were that stupid? Body-snatching? Vampires? This wasn’t a movie or some bizarre television show. Those so-called ‘creatures of the night’ weren’t real.

“It sounds fake,” Jotaro said, breaking your unbelieving silence. “It’s not. You know stands exist. They don’t make sense, either.”

“Fine,” you accepted. “Let’s say your little bizarre adventure is true. That still doesn’t explain how we could’ve possibly met each other. I’m not even supposed to be in this town. I took the wrong bus.” You relaxed your elbows onto your knees, leaning forward. “What’s the answer to that?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, crunching his now-empty can. He threw it behind himself haphazardly. It landed into the bin perfectly. You wondered how long it took for him to do that.

“Well. What about your grandfather or the people you mentioned?” you asked. “Do they know anything?”

“Half of those people died on the trip. My grandfather’s in no shape to do much of anything. And Polnareff is already scouring aimlessly with no answers.”

“Oh.” You glanced at the wooden floor awkwardly. “Sorry for your loss.”

“All you need to do now is put your stand away, lay low, and watch out for anyone who may be a stand user,” Jotaro said, quickly changing the subject. “Not everyone who has a stand is an upstanding citizen. They can and will use them for evil.”

“Are there more stand users around here?” you questioned. “I guess if we’re all attracted to each other like magnets, there’s bound to be more.”

“Exactly. Which is why you need to learn to use your stand for more than picking up soda.”

“I get it,” you said, waving off his taunts. You stood up from the couch, walking towards where he sat. “I’ll keep in touch. For now, I’m going back home. I’ve had enough information for one day. Gimme a paper and I’ll jot down my number.”

He stood up, and you stepped back. You forgot just how tall he was for a second there. You wondered how many doorframes he’d hit in his lifetime.

Jotaro grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from off the kitchen counter, tossing it to you. You really did not enjoy the amount of throwing this man did. You managed to catch the pen and paper though, though it wasn’t your hands that held the objects, but your stand’s.

“You’re catching on fast,” he said, leaning against the counter, elbows holding him up. “Not bad.”

You ignored the sudden warmth of your cheeks, instead scribbling down your information before tossing the paper and pen back. “There. I put my name on there too since you didn’t have the decency to ask for it.”

With that, you slipped your shoes back on, swinging open the apartment door and walking out.

Jotaro watched you leave, a gleam in his eye and an embarrassed smirk on his face. As much as he hated to admit it, he was looking forward to seeing you again. Even if you were loud and snarky and matched his quips blow-for-blow. As strange and unexplained the attraction between stand users could be, he had a decent idea about why he was drawn to you.

He was never one for romance—he’d skipped all his school dances and after-school parties—but there was just something about you. He glanced at your unfinished soda placed on the coffee table. What a stupid way to talk to a woman. Cherry or vanilla? Though he supposed he did manage to get you home in one day. He must’ve done something right.

He looked to his side, examining Star Platinum’s giddy expression. As much control as he had in his stand, he could never get Star to calm his unwaveringly unhidden emotions.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Good grief. My idiot grandfather would be ashamed.” How’d that old man act so charismatic all the time?

Meanwhile, after you’d finally made it back home after hours of taking public transportation, you collapsed into your comfortable bed, thinking about the man you’d met that day. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Even after all the information you’d received, all you could picture was Jotaro’s stoic expression as he spoke, black hair falling into his face without his hat to keep it up. He intrigued you. Not only because he was the first person you’d ever met with a power like yours, but also because of his demeanor. There was something more to his stoic nature. And you couldn’t wait to discover it.

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starlightswitch · 1 year

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Cocktails and Celebrity Couples

@flashfictionfridayofficial Scoop? Ice cream... scoop? The pun wrote itself.

Dara knew the key was going to be Janessa.

The hard part was going to be the balance. She did actually have to talk about the food, since her side hustle– which if she could get it to take off would someday be her main hustle– was about food. But if it was going to take off, she needed a much bigger audience than she was currently getting, which meant she needed something to get people’s attention. And if the whole Taylor Swift boyfriend drama thing proved anything, it was that you could get a lot of people’s attention with celebrity gossip.

Embridge didn’t have Taylor Swift. What it had was Benji Carlisle, star tight end through high school, at the college most of town rooted for, and for three seasons in the NFL until his career-ending injury. And instead of controversial rock music-industry boyfriends, what Benji had was Janessa, his hometown girl who followed him to college, loyally rooted for him on the sidelines (as shown in her perfectly styled social media posts) until he went to the draft and was by his side when he was drafted… and then was broken up with because he didn’t want a girlfriend who was still in college while he was in the NFL.

Or, according to the official story, mutually broke up with Benji because they wanted different things out of life. Or, according to a common theory, stayed in a secret relationship with Benji but faked the breakup because she was tired of the spotlight, or because he had a better chance of sponsorships if he was publicly single, or whatever reason people came up with.

So the best, easiest way to get people interested in Benji Carlisle’s new dessert bar was going to be mentioning Janessa. And if Dara wanted to do that but not get called out for clickbaiting, which she did, she had to get Benji to say something about Janessa.

The place reminded her of an old fashioned soda shop, with booths and a counter lined with stools. They even had a drink called the Soda Shoppe, the main ingredients being cream soda and cherry brandy. Dara thought about getting that one but decided to let Benji pick. She was sort of amazed she’d managed to get an interview with him when she didn’t have official credentials, but then he’d told her when he was working so she could stop in, so he wasn’t really going out of his way for her.

He got her the Christmas Chocolate Orange to drink, basically an old fashioned but with a hint of dark chocolate, and a slice of the raspberry fudge pie (more like a cheesecake, really) with a scoop of Pure Vanilla ice cream. He had to keep the ice cream, he said, when he was talking over the former second location of a beloved ice cream place. “Plus we’re across from the park,” he added, leaning his forearms on the counter. “What’s better after a day in the park than some ice cream?”

The more the conversation went on, the more Dara was surprised he hadn’t gone into broadcasting. Or become some kind of speaker-for-hire. He was a natural speaker, every answer eloquent while not sounding like he’d practiced it, and she felt more like they were just talking than like she was interviewing him.

She had to get to that key to people’s attention, though. She casually worked the conversation in that direction– “So which came first? Did you know you wanted to go into the restaurant business, or did you know you wanted to come home?”

“Oh, I always knew I wanted to come home.” He sipped his drink– the same cream soda that went into that soda shoppe cocktail, a local brand. “Happened earlier than I expected obviously,” he added, with an easy laugh, just a touch rueful. “But when I left for college I knew I wanted to come home.”

“For the place? For the people?”

“All of the above. Almost my whole family’s here. Got back to hanging out with some of the guys from high school, who came back or never left.”

There was a pause, while Dara tried to think if it would be too transparent to ask if there was anyone else special. She took a bite of her ice cream, which was fantastic, creamy with strong vanilla flavor.

“And of course my first love is here.”

Dara stopped with another bite of ice cream halfway to her mouth.

“There is that,” Benji added thoughtfully.

The thoughtfulness sounded… a little bit practiced.

Dara raised her eyebrows and took a risk. “Are you telling me what you think I want to hear?”

“I think everybody wants to hear it,” said Benji, and his voice was back to breezy and natural. “So I might as well say it. You might as well say it.”

Which was when Dara realized she wasn’t the only one willing to fish for attention with a little celebrity gossip.

#my writing

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kay-elle-cee · 11 months

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Thank you for the tag @suzyq31!

last song: I don't have one anymore by The Sonder Bombs (because of this lol)

currently watching: Our Flag Means Death season 2 and I'm thinking of restarting Avatar/Korra for my lunchtime watch when OFMD is over.

currently reading: WHERE ARE MY GOOD FRIENDS JONATHAN AND MINA AND VAN HELSING AND SEWARD? (Dracula Daily....I'm reading Dracula Daily) Also just like....a ton of fic (as always). Really hoping to find time to read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo next month—it's been on my TBR forever.

current obsessions: Uhhhhhh I don't know I'm a very boring person. I've been on a soda kick lately? So like coke zero with cherry and vanilla lol. It rained today, and it's supposed to rain all week so I'm kind of obsessed with that since we've been in a massive drought. I've got some new candles from Target I've been enjoying. Cooler weather that means I can actually spent time outside. My divorced parents are in the same city and getting along (😅) so Mr K and I ended up having dinner with them both, just the four of us, for probably the first time in ten years...so that's nice. Chappell Roan (devastated her show is sold out here). I wish I had better answers for this 🙃

Tagging @cascader @emeralddoeadeer @charmsandtealeaves @jamesunderwater @nodirectionhome-ao3 if you want!

#tag game #me

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rabbitcruiser · 2 months

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National Ice Cream Sundae Day

HISTORY OF NATIONAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE DAY

Ice cream sundaes are one of the handfuls of foods that are loved by almost everyone. You might be handling a bowl of delicious right now as you read through this post, but have you ever wondered where this sweet nectar of the gods, a.k.a. sundae came from? How did it get its bizarre and unusual name? Who was the creator of this lovely dessert? We might be able to answer you.

The original ice cream sundae dessert consisted of vanilla ice cream topped with strawberry-flavored sauce, whipped cream, and a maraschino cherry. They were originally served in small glass tulip-shaped vases. This glass then got the name, “sundae glass.” Over the years sundaes took many forms and shapes. They have become one of the most popular desserts in America.

Interestingly, there are several versions of the story of who is the original creator of the sundae. The key players in the list include Two Rivers, Wisconsin, Ithaca, New York, Evanston, Illinois, and Plainfield, Illinois. But according to most people, it was the Two Rivers in Wisconsin that was the original birthplace of Sundae. It was invented by Edward C. Benners, the owner of Berners’ Soda Fountain in 1881. Much like the origin, there are varied stories about how Sundae got its name. One story claims that the name comes from the translation of “Sonntag” which means Sunday in German. Another story says that when Evanston, Illinois passed the Blue Law, restricting soda on Sundays, the town invented the term Sunday Soda, which later turned into ‘sundae’.

But whatever the origin is or whatever the name is, one thing that is absolute is how much we love Sundaes. So, grab your ice cream appetite and enjoy the day!

NATIONAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE DAY TIMELINE

1881

The Invention of Sundae

Edward C. Berners from Wisconsin invents the iconic sundae.

1890

The Blue Law

Illinois passes the Blue Law that restricts activities on Sundays.

1920

Sundaes Go to the U.K.

Sundae gets introduced into the U.K., renamed “Knickerbocker Glory”.

1980s

The Most Loved Dessert

Sundae becomes one of the most loved ice cream desserts in the U.S.

NATIONAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE DAY FAQS

What is the difference between sundae and ice cream?

In simple terms, ice cream is the ingredient that you use in sundaes and other desserts and a sundae is the finished dessert made with ice cream.

How do you make a regular sundae?

All you need to do is take scoops of ice cream in a bowl and pour caramel or chocolate fudge and then top it with whipped cream, almonds, and cherry.

Is banana split a sundae?

The banana split dessert is a classic sundae loaded with vanilla, chocolate, strawberry ice cream, syrup, nuts, whipped cream, and cherries. It is a perfect summer sundae.

NATIONAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE DAY ACTIVITIES

Eat a sundae: The best way in which you can celebrate National Ice Cream Sundae Day is by eating a sundae. Enjoy it while you relish the memories of your childhood when you first tasted this delicious dessert.

Throw an ice cream sundae party: Are you feeling too guilty to eat this delicious dessert alone? Throw an ice cream sundae party! Invite your friends, family, and colleagues and have a blast.

Pass on the joy: You might be having the luxury to have sundaes whenever and wherever you want. There might be underprivileged kids in your community who might have not even tasted it, so buy them sundaes and share the joy.

5 YUMMY FACTS ABOUT SUNDAES

The biggest ice cream sundae: The Serendipity 3 restaurant in New York City created the biggest ice cream sundae.

The best sundae ever: Morgenstern’s Finest Ice Cream in New York is voted as serving the best sundae in the U.S.

The world’s heaviest sundae: The world’s heaviest ice cream sundae weighed a hefty 55,000 pounds.

The most expensive sundae: The most expensive ice cream sundae costs $1,000.

Some aide in weightloss: There are actually ice creams that are designed for weight loss if one eats sparingly.

WHY WE LOVE NATIONAL ICE CREAM SUNDAE DAY

It reminds us of what is important: We live in a world that seems to focus too much on the big picture. Days like Ice Cream Sundae Day bring back the joy of the small shared moment together, which are the important times when one looks back.

It spreads joy: Let’s all be honest, just even hearing the word ‘sundae’ brings joy and happiness. Each of us has a trip down memory lane when we hear that word. So, is there really a reason to not love this day?

It brings everyone together: National Ice Cream Sundae Day is one of those holidays that brings everyone together. You can happily enjoy a sundae with your friends, family, or even a stranger.

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slut-jpeg · 6 months

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Hey, hi, how are you?

What's your favorite soda (if you drink it)? If you don't drink soda, do you like any other carbonated beverage?

Do you like frogs?

Which btvs character would you most want to assist you with pulling off a heist?

If you could make a company bring back one discontinued snack or beverage, what would it be? (Mine would be lime coke, I think, or Pepsi blue)

I’m okay! thank you for asking :) how are you?

I think my favorite soda is cherry vanilla coke (idk if they actually make that but I make it when I go to the gas station) I also like pretty much every flavor of ramune :)

I love frogs they’re so cool my mom also likes them so growing up we had a frog themed bathroom lol

I think I’d like willow to assist me in pulling off a heist bc she’s good with planning and computers, and she has magic so that could come in handy as well.

I can’t think of a discontinued item from like a major company but there’s this ice cream shop in my city that discontinued my favorite flavor. it was called raspberry bash and it was vanilla ice cream with raspberry ribbons and raspberry filled little chocolate cups. it was so delicious and I think of her often

loved these questions, thank you!!!

I’ve never tried lime coke or pepsi blue before and ig I never will :/

I’d love to know your answers to the other questions!

#ask #anon

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*throws werewolf cookie directly at you* You Already Know Who I Am

Nah I don’t know you are /j, but I hope you enjoy what I come up with!

B A S I C S

full name: Ground Pepper Cookie

gender: Agender

sexuality: Ace

pronouns: he/they

O T H E R S

family: He has no family since he’s been by himself most of the time. Over time, though, I think they would find some family to their own. Maybe Snow Sugar, because he’s feels bad for them and maybe he could make friends w/ Wind Archer and Millennial Tree as well

birthplace: He was born in a small village in the Dark Kingdom before he was driven away

job: He has no job, he’s a tax evader as well XD

phobias: Himself mostly. But they’re also afraid of the moon

guilty pleasures: He likes to pretend he’s a royal guard while he’s in the woods, since it’s what he wanted to be when he grew up

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Even before he was driven away, he would often keep to himself most of the time, because he didn’t want people finding out what he really was

organized/disorganized: When you live by yourself most of the time, you don’t have to worry about keeping your “room” presentable

close minded/open-minded: Considering how he’s been treated in the past, he’s not very open minded these days. Over time they’ll come to be more accepting, though, especially of themself

calm/anxious: An anxious ball of fur who can’t really understand how he managed to get in this situation. Every person they meet they’re already of hurting

disagreeable/agreeable: It’s hard to get them to agree to anything, due to the fact they’re so used to being considered a monster. It takes a lot to convince him of something

cautious/reckless: He tries, especially considering his nature. But once the full moon comes out

patient/impatient: He’s waited a long time to be considered a good cookie. He can wait longer if he needs to...

outspoken/reserved: He doesn’t tend to speak his mind because he believes his opinion is worthless in the face of many others.

leader/follower: He used to be worthy of being a good leader. Now, however...

empathetic/unemphatic: He can relate to many problems cookies because they’ve been through that theirself.

optimistic/pessimistic: It’s hard to be optimistic when you’re considered a monster...

traditional/modern: Very stuck in his ways due to how he is. As a result, tends to be stubborn to work with

hard-working/lazy: You don’t have to be hard working if you don’t have a job XD

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: none

ot3: none

brotp: Werewolf and Snow Sugar of course! I can also see him getting along with the Millennial Tree and of course, Wind Archer as well

notp: himxany kids obvs

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #werewolf cookie #cherry vanilla soda answers #i know it's you... so i hope you enjoy!#anon #Anonymous

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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lemon ice cream.

| 1940s!Bucky Barnes x reader | fluff |

a/n: for @fitzfiles❤️

You tapped your feet against the linoleum floor to the beat of the record that was spinning in the jukebox. You wiped down the counter, cleaning off any stickiness from spilled ice cream. You watched a group of children eat their ice cream cones on the pavement outside, a smile on your face.

You loved your job, working and running the ice cream parlor in Brooklyn. You loved making children happy, adults too. It was bright, cheerful, and there was always music playing. It was right in the middle of the bustling city that you adored, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

You were humming to the music, your yellow dress spinning as you turned at the sound of the bells chiming on the door. You turned to see two men, both startlingly attractive.

“Welcome,” you greeted them with a smile. They grinned back at you, both wearing army uniforms. One was tall and blond with a beard, and the other was shorter with stunning silver eyes that caught your gaze. You blushed slightly, leaning forward against the counter.

“What can I get for you, boys?” You asked, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Vanilla, for me. Bucky?” The blond turned to his friend.

“What do you recommend?” He asked you in a smooth voice, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m a fan of lemon, myself.”

“Lemon it is then... Please!” He corrected himself quickly, and his friend looked amused. You giggled, pushing off the counter and opening the freezer, scooping it for them.

You stood on your toes and handed the blond’s vanilla over the top of the glass before leaning back down to get the lemon. Your fingers brushed Bucky’s as you handed him the ice cream, making your cheeks warm. His eyes were kind as he watched you.

“Oh, no, it’s on the house.” You stopped the blond as he went to pull a wallet from his pocket.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Of course, soldier,” you spoke, winking at him.

“Thanks, doll.” Bucky nodded at you, and you grinned.

“Certainly.”

“I didn’t catch your name?” He hesitated before going to sit.

“Y/N.”

“I’m James Barnes, but everyone calls me Bucky. This is Steve,” Bucky introduced the two.

“Lovely to meet you both.”

You and Bucky looked at each other for several more seconds before Steve called him over to a booth in the corner. You watched them as you worked, stealing glances at Bucky every chance you got.

A group of teenagers ran in off the street, loud and boisterous. You grinned, recognizing most of them as your frequent customers from the high school down the street.

“Oi, Y/N’s always remembering our favorites! Thanks, beautiful!” One of the seniors thanked you dramatically as you handed him chocolate, making you laugh. You remembered all their orders, putting an extra cherry on the sunday of a girl who you favored for her sweetness and tendency to tip extra.

“Thank you, ma’am!” They all called before running to get home before their parents and have a drink. You waved, leaning on your elbows against the counter.

Bucky and Steve stayed after they finished, talking quietly. You went into the back to grab something, and Bucky was at the counter when you returned.

“Did you want more?”

“Another time. Thanks for the ice cream, Y/N.” He said goodbye, and Steve tipped his hat at you, making you giggle. You watched them go, though they stayed in your thoughts long after their departure.

The entire week following, every time you heard the door chimes, you hoped to see the soldiers. You’d nearly given up about a week later when you were getting ready to close the shop.

“We’re cl-” you started, turning around.

“You’re closed?” The familiar voice asked, and you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your face.

“Bucky! Not for you.”

“You remembered, Y/N.”

“You remembered.” You echoed, making him smile. Silver eyes glittered, watching you go behind the counter.

“Sorry I’m here so late. I just finished up at work, and I’ve been craving your lemon ice cream.”

“No need to be sorry. I’m happy to see you.” You got him the ice cream, and he sat at the bar top while you finished cleaning.

“Where’s Steve?” You asked, making conversation.

“Off on a date with this girl, Peggy. He’s in love with her.”

“Good for him.” You smiled up at Bucky, drying glasses and stacking them next to the soda fountain.

“You should bring them in here with you. I want to see who captured Steve’s heart.” You giggled, making Bucky smile.

“I will.”

“And you? What’ve you been up to?” You asked, wanting to hear.

“Mostly just working for the army.”

“No dating like Steve?”

“No, Y/N. What about yourself?” He laughed, and you blushed.

“No dating for me, either. I’ve just been working here, thinking of escaping Brooklyn for a day, but not actually doing it.”

“What if I took you out of Brooklyn? To Central Park, maybe?” Bucky asked, and you bit your lip with a smile.

“Like a date?”

“Like a date.” He nodded, his normal confidence wavering slightly.

“I’d love to.” You agreed, making him grin at you.

“I love this song!” He spoke, turning toward the record player. He stood and held out his hand to you, and you blushed.

“Dance with me.”

You put your hand in his, letting him pull you to dance in the middle of the shop. You giggled as he spun you easily, moving to the beat of the big band music. You caught his shoulders for balance as he dipped you, squeezing him.

“Don’t drop me!”

“Never, doll.”

“Where can I pick you up?” Bucky asked as the two of you stood outside, him watching you lock up the shop.

“Here. My apartment is upstairs.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He kissed the back of your hand, making you grin like a teenager.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

He watched you to make sure you got inside your place fine, and you waved at him from the window, sitting on the sill.

“Who was that?!” Your neighbor asked, eyeing the gorgeous man down on the street.

“My date.”

You spent over an hour getting ready, fixing your hair and makeup, and putting on a dress printed with tiny white flowers. You fastened the buttons and slipped into shoes just as you heard a knock from your door.

You opened it, smiling brightly at Bucky, who had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. You opened the door, letting him into your small apartment, taking the flowers.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He said, admiring you, make you blush deeper. He led you downstairs, and up to his fancy yellow car, opening the passenger door for you. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as he drove you both to Central Park, jazz floating through the radio.

Soon, the two of you were walking through the park, your fingers intertwined. Flowers were blooming in the spring afternoon, and the weather was perfect to spend the day outside.

“Why did you join the army?”

“I want to protect people.” He answered, and you smiled.

“Very noble of you.”

“Why did you open an ice cream shop?” He asked, spinning you around like you were dancing on the sidewalk, a soft smile on his face. He gazed at you in admiration, and you smiled back.

“I don’t know, I wanted to work doing something I love. It makes people happy. I have to ask you something, James.” You said, turning to look at him.

“What’s that, doll?”

“Do you actually like the ice cream, or just the girl getting it for you?”

“I adore you, but your sweets are good too.” He pulled you into a kiss, and you smiled against his lips, kissing him back. Your arms went around his neck and his hands rested on your waist, kissing you like you were the last.

You giggled, touching your lips lightly.

“Drinks?” He asked as you passed a cart where girls were selling lemonade. You nodded, and he got drinks for the two of you.

“Let’s go on the boats!” Bucky took your hand, pulling you toward the pond. You followed, unsure about the rowboats.

“What if I fall?” You asked.

“I’d never let that happen.” He promised, helping you step into a white boat. You gripped his hand, putting your foot down on the gently rocking surface.

“It’s not going to tip, doll, just trust me.”

You took a breath as you sat down, gripping the bench when he got in across from you. Soon, he was rowing the two of you out on the pond, and you were swaying softly, watching the sunlight glitter on the surface of the water. You gasped softly as a swan floated near you, and Bucky smiled at you.

He was enamoured with you. With your sweetness, your kindness, and your grace. The sound of your laughter delighted him, and he loved hearing your voice as you spoke about things you loved. Bucky was head over heels for you.

You stayed at the park until the sky darkened, getting dinner at a small café nearby. You laid your head on your arm, halfway out the window as he drove you home, listening to the wind and the city and Bucky hum along with the music. Your left hand was intertwined with his, both of your hands resting on the gearshift.

“I had so much fun.” You smiled at Bucky as you stood on your doorstep.

“Me too. Again soon?”

“Definitely.”

You smiled shyly as he leaned in to kiss you goodnight, your stomach swarming with butterflies and your heart beating fast. You spent quite a long time outside your door, before he finally went down to his car.

You and Bucky spent as much time together as possible between your work schedules, some of which he spent sitting at the bartop in your shop. He’d asked you to be his girlfriend on the third date, which had been the two of you sitting on the floor of his living room, watching a film on his small television, drinking bottled soda. You had spent the whole night laughing and talking, only half paying attention to the television.

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after-witch · 4 years

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Thanks For Your Donation! [Yandere Shigaraki x Twitch Streamer Reader]

Title: Thanks For Your Donation! [Yandere Shigaraki x Twitch Streamer Reader]

Synopsis: request, “Please I love that troupe where Shigaraki gets obsessed with a twitch stream and deluded himself into believing they’re together until he finally takes her home 🥰”

notes: yandere, kidnapping mention, creeper

Shigaraki glances down at the notification on his phone and his chest suddenly feels tight, anxiety blooming across his skin which makes him want to scratch, scratch, scratch. Your Twitch is live again--fuck, he can’t miss it. He rapidly presses the save button on his Switch, impatient to devote his entire attention to his phone screen--to you.

But fuck, do you make it hard on him lately. You stream so much more now that you’ve gotten followers, gotten popular; donations have become a regular feature rather than something surprising, but those other guys, the ones who flash big donations and write insipid comments, aren’t really fans of yours. Not like he is. He’s been watching and donating and praising you since you were a nobody, a nothing streamer with barely 10 viewers per stream.

That was back when you used to just play games with your cheap little pink earbuds and your messy room behind you. When you used to feel more real, used to express yourself more openly.

You stumbled over words and reacted naturally, which meant you were boring--or you would be boring, to someone that didn’t know you like he did. Sometimes the small circle of viewers would dwindle down to just Shigaraki and you’d talk to him, only him, replying to his chat messages with earnest honesty. Smiles. Jokes. It was so goddamn cute. He always donated one last time before signing off for the night and you would curl your fingers in a heart and cheerfully bid him good night.

But now that you’re getting big, you’re more polished, more presentable, more popular. And less… like you, he thinks. You cleared out some little room just for your gaming streams and you have a nice headset now, a background that he can tell you carefully set up to create just the right vibe. You don’t have time for one-on-one convos with your viewers, because your streams never dwindle down, never fizzle out until you’re left awkwardly signing off.

They’re full-fledged productions, now, whether you’re gaming or doing a Q&A or--these have become one of his favorites--doing a cute yet clearly rehearsed “sleepy morning” stream in your pajamas, picture-perfect coffee in your hand, where you muse about life and love and strawberry pancakes.

It’s cute, he admits, but it’s also too rehearsed. He misses the real you, the real personality that you used to let shine through when hardly anybody was watching. You would only show the real you for him, but now that he’s just one amongst a crowd, you keep yourself protected. He understands. You have an image to maintain, after all.

It’s even changed your gaming habits. Now when you game, you react so dramatically, bordering on ridiculous. You would never scream at a horror game before--sure, you might cringe, or admit that your heart is pounding like a hammer, but you weren’t cartoonish. But it’s what those losers watching want--they want you to open your mouth so big when something scary happens in a game so they can screencap it and imagine you’re opening your mouth to do something… else. They want you to scream girlishly at jump scares or dramatically fawn over cute guy characters. And of course, they want you to react when they donate--they want to hear those sweet little words: “Thank you sooo much, you’re my number one fan!”

It’s your new little catch phrase, something you’ve integrated into every stream now. It’s even in your intro--“Hello, all my number one fans!” It’s an in-joke now between your followers. All part of your brand.

Shigaraki knows you don’t mean to hurt him by calling other guys your number one fan. But it does. But it’s okay. He doesn’t hold it against you. He knows that you don’t really mean it, when you’re saying it to them; he’s smart, he can tell the difference in how you react to his donations versus the donations from the absolute shitheads who watch your streams.

You mean it when you call him your number one fan. It’s the only way he can get you to say his name, now that you’re too busy to really respond properly to the chat. And it’s fine, really, nothing to get too upset over. Because when you finally meet in person, he’ll explain that he’s the only number one fan that you’ll ever need.

He jumps into the stream, annoyed at having missed the beginning, but what he sees on the screen instantly melts away any emotion other than pure adoration and obsession. You’re very… pink today. A pink oversized sweater and pink cat headphones and even glossy pink lipstick that makes your mouth look like candy.

None of the freaks watching the stream know this, but Shigaraki is the reason why you feel comfortable wearing pink. He remembers one of your early streams, where you wondered out loud if it was cliche to be a girl gamer who likes pink; he’d told you that it was fine, and you’d thanked him. Who knows, without his sage advice, you might be wearing clothing you didn’t like. Wouldn’t that be a shame? He makes a mental note to remind you to thank him, somewhere down the line. Maybe when you were out on a date and wearing a short pink skirt and urging him to take a sip of your vanilla-cherry milkshake, letting him put his lips right on your straw.

A date… the thought makes him feel tight all over. Would you date him? I mean, you were practically dating already, truth be told. It just needed to be formalized. He’d spent so much money on you, and in the early days he knew exactly what his donations bought because you’d happily chatter on about getting a new game or perfume or stack of light novels because of his generosity. Of course, you didn’t talk as much as you used to--well, practically never, except when he donated--but that couldn’t be helped. You were stretched thin, being pulled in directions by these so-called-fans who watched your streams but didn’t give a fuck about the real you underneath. The real you that Shigaraki knows all too well.

Would you date him? No, more than that--did you love him? The way he loves you? The thought of the real you, the one who didn’t bite her lip oh-so-obviously in a bid to look adorable, the one who didn’t mind eating messy lunches while she gamed, the one who always always made sure to wish Shigaraki good night, makes him want to find out.

He rarely participates in the chat nowadays. There’s no point, when you rarely respond to anything other than answers to questions you ask, and even then you cherry pick from the countless replies that pop up in seconds. Donating is the best way to catch your eye, to hear those sweet words from your lips that you only mean when he donates.

But something makes him want to try, today. Maybe it’s all his nostalgia for your early days, the early connection you made that is still going strong. Maybe it’s the allure of the glossy pink lipstick smeared across your lips, making him think about how you might taste of cherries or strawberries or pure sugar.

Whatever it is, it’s pulling his fingers towards the chat, and before he knows it, he’s rapidly typed and hit enter. The second he does he begins to scratch furiously at his neck and he can feel the blood even as his message is quickly dominated by other messages in the chat, inane bullshit.

Tomura001: sry for the sudden question but I need to ask you something personal do you love me?

As a quick thought, he makes a donation, just to ease the nervousness that was flooding through him with every passing millisecond.

He hardly blinks as he stares intently at you, sitting in your chair with your pink lips and pink headphone and soft skin and--you glance over, where he knows you keep a larger screen to see the chat.

And suddenly, you’re speaking.

“Awww,” you say, your voice sweet and flattered, even. “Tomura! Of course I love you! You’re my number one fan!”

He can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You do love him. I mean, he knew this already; it’s the little things, like how you still have the light novels you bought with his money on your bookshelf and you thank him for his donations like you mean it and you feel confident enough to wear pink, all thanks to him. But he’s never heard it from your mouth before. From your lips. Soft and pink and inviting.

You love him.

He sets the phone down, a rare occurrence when he’s glued to your streams. But the emotions rushing through him are so strong that he’s worried it will slip out of his fingers and fall, crack on the floor.

He loves you. You love him. You belong to him. So why are you wasting your fucking time streaming to a bunch of worthless losers who don’t care about you? He can buy you the things you want, the things you like. He can clear out some space in his room so you can game together. And he knows girls like things clean, so he’ll even throw out the used soda cans and food wrappers before he brings you home. You’ll appreciate that, just like you appreciated his donations and late-night practically empty stream chats. You’ll be happy with him. And he can see you and hear you and touch you in a way that he’s been dreaming about (and you’ve been dreaming about, he knows) for ages.

All he has to do is find your address--easy enough--and you’ll be living it up with him before you know it.

He chews on his lip and picks up his phone. You’ve moved on--you had to, didn’t you, to keep those viewers donating--but he can tell by the way your lips are pursued that you’re thinking about him.

Your number one fan.

#yandere shigaraki tomura #yandere shigaraki #yandere #yandere x reader #shigaraki x reader #afterwitch writes #I am def. doing part 2 of this eventually

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rvmmm21 · 3 years

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Omega Seulgi being clingy with alpha wendy because she just returned to the dorm after a while?

no, i totally didn’t get lost in foodfics. i’m just hosing all you hornies down before i think about writing actual smut. whoever you are, thanks for the prompt and sorry it took half a year to answer.

your order has been flipped. i present to you a simpy alpha!seul with her 9–5 omega!wan. i meant to tell you this but i’m simultaneously answering Bauhaus Institution questions on zoom.

– – – – –

Seulgi’s missed her Seungwan so, so much.

It’s been too long a day.

And now that she’s finally home, Seulgi lets her omega sit in her lap while she orders them a stuffed-crust Neapolitan pizza and fried garlic mozzarella sticks for dinner. While they’re waiting for the food to arrive, she lets Seungwan pick out tonight’s movie as she decorates the coffee table with soft drinks, sauces and the chilled watermelon she sliced this afternoon.

Twenty minutes later, they’re sitting on the floor, stuffing their faces and playing movie critic.

Seulgi secretly side-eyes her mate as she waves fists and curses at the characters. There’s a list of things she loves about Seungwan. She loves that her eyes are so innocent and expressive, like an exploring child full of adventure. She loves watching the concentration stencilled into Seungwan’s brows when she asks her for help with her nightly sheet mask. She loves that she gets to wake up every morning to her little omega curled up in her muse.

They’re sharing a Ben and Jerry’s after dinner on the sofa as the movie draws to an end. Seulgi chuckles softly as Seungwan nuzzles into her neck, melting into her embrace. When Sook Hee leans into Lady Hideko for a kiss in the dark, so does Seungwan— the press of their lips has Seulgi floating on clouds of whipped cream and tahitian vanilla. She already misses her mate when she pulls away with a giggle.

Seulgi buffers like Internet Explorer when decadent, knowing pupils bore into hers. “W-Wannie?”

“Why did you wait for so long?”

Seulgi downs her cherry soda in one shot. “Wait so long for what?”

Seungwan nonchalantly dips her spoon into the tub. “To kiss me.”

Silence.

“Huh?” the other girl’s voice echoes in the empty aluminium can. She swallows to ease the knot in her throat. “W-What do you mean?”

Seungwan shifts from her spot cuddled between her alpha’s long legs. “C’mon you dork. None of your dumb jock friends are here to make fun of you for being a softie.”

“That’s— that’s not it,” Seulgi mumbles around the rim of her cola. She was just totally unprepared for the question. “I guess I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by moving too fast, you know?”

Seungwan pouts. Not fair, she’s too sweet.

“Oh, and uh… also because,” Seulgi adds, moving off the sofa to the kitchen. Seungwan catches a blur across the fruit bowl and then her girlfriend’s back is towards her. She tries not to let curiosity get the best of her when she hears a marker uncapping and sees Seulgi hunched over the counter.

A jumpscare on the screen suddenly grabs their attention and Seulgi almost drops the fruit she’s carrying back. Seungwan throws her head back laughing, simmering down again when the alpha slips back into her place. Seulgi wordlessly hands an orange to her omega, watching as she holds it to the light. Seungwan’s eyes squint at her hangul squiggles, all nervous and rushed.

I really, really like you.

“Aishhh! You cheesy idiot!” Seungwan playfully attacks a horribly embarrassed Seulgi with flailing arms and frenzied legs. But a blush of crimson streaks across her cheeks in the next minute when Seungwan’s ice-cream kisses soothe her awkwardness and shame.

Seulgi thaws into their shared kiss. It’s at times like this that she hates that her omega has to leave for work five out of the seven mornings of the week. When Seungwan looks at her, Seulgi knows she’s the luckiest person in the world for securing her corner in that valentine heart, for being able to be the one to greet her as soon as she’s home in the evening.

For being able to witness everything about her; all so lovable.

#anon #ask #wenseul #red velvet #this is the most abstract thing ?#i'm like a mcdonalds if you let mcdonalds decide your order for you #big mac pls #no here's a mcflurry #i read clingy and interpreted sappy obsessed.#thanks irwens

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thegardenofzodiac · 4 years

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Ingredients to make each zodiac sign!

Aries🐏

1 tablespoon forehead kisses

1 cup of angry banter

2 cups of warm hugs

1 teaspoon hot sauce

1/2 cup of genuine smiles

2 tablespoons cherry flavored soda

Mix all together and pour into a loaf pan for a savory bread. Top with a sprinkle of passionate outbursts and some whipped butter.

Taurus🐂

3 cups of sleeping in

1/4 cup nonchalantly replying

1 teaspoon sugar

1 cup soft blankets

2 tablespoons of unexpected sass

5 cups of amazing friendship

2 tablespoon of various plants

Mix all together and pour into donut pan, top with chocolate glaze and sprinkle with wisdom.

Gemini👯

1/4 cup of talking for 3 hours straight about a dog you saw

1 cup of happy singing

2 tablespoons of pumpkin spice

1 cup of unread books

1 cup of books you've started to read

3 cups of jokes you can't wait to tell

1 teaspoon of Starbucks

3 cups of loving your friends to death

Stir all together, shape into tablespoon sized balls and place on baking sheet for perfect cookies, top with caramel chips and wildflowers.

Cancer🦀

2 cups of crying after a tv show has ended

1 tablespoon of oohing and ahhing at dogs going by

1/2 cup of beautifully wrapped presents

1 teaspoon of roses

1 cup of imaging your future

4 cups of calling all your friends and family to tell them you love them

Stir together and pour into prepared cake pan. Top with strawberry frosting and glitter.

Leo🦁

1 tablespoon of lemon zest

2 cups of telling everyone you love them

1/2 cup staying out all night

1 cup of neon colors

2 cups of cooking your friends delicious food

1 teaspoon of vanilla candles

6 cups of being good at things without even trying

Mix it all up and pour into prepared cupcake pan, top with chocolate ganache and thunderstorms.

Virgo🤍

1 tablespoon fuzzy slippers

3 cups of supporting friends

1/2 cup of not listening to anyone but yourself

1 cup of cleaning the house for the twelfth time that day

2 tablespoons of ginger

1 cup of making tea

3 tablespoons of very gentle and meaningful looks

Stir all together and pour into individual mini cake pans for little cakes! Top with crushed lavender and raspberry jam.

Libra⚖️

1 tablespoon of charming others

1 cup of going to the gym

3 tablespoons of very genuine compliments to strangers

3 cups of loving all the animals

2 tablespoons of water

1 cup bubbles

6 cups of the absolute best smile

Whip this all together to make edible cookie dough, top with crushed almonds and playlists you made for your friends.

Scorpio🦂

3 cups of being too smart

12 cups of strong coffee

1/2 cup of unexpected love

2 teaspoons of black ink

1 cup of being dramatic

2 cups good friends

1/2 cup of not feeling like it today

Mold into 2 tablespoon sized balls to make amazing biscuits. Top with cheddar cheese and laughing till your stomach hurts.

Sagittarius🏹

1/2 cup of new car smell

3 cups of buying a plane ticket at random

2 cups of not being worried about anything

1 teaspoon of sour gummy bears

3 tablespoons of mocha

1/2 cup of wild jungles

3 cups of wind

2 teaspoons of very thoughtful homemade gifts

Stir together and pour into a square pan to make Blondies! Top with random ideas that come to your mind at 2am and fairy dust.

Capricorn🐐

3 cups of working hard

3 cups of playing hard

1/2 cup of taking care of others

2 tablespoons butternut squash soup

4 cups of planning the best vacation

2 teaspoons of cartoons

1 cup of answering your friends calls even if it's the middle of the night

Mix all ingredients and shape into mini pretzels, top with pink sea salt and very hot melted cheese.

Aquarius🌊

3 cups sleeping

1 tablespoon cute cats

1/2 cup of orange juice

5 cups of making really neat art

3 cups of collecting art pieces

1 tablespoon oil paint

7 cups of very passionate explaining to someone why something happening in the world right now matters so much and we as the people have to do something

Mix this all together and shape into a baguette for yummy bread! Top with hot butter and needing another nap

Pisces🐠

6 cups of very clear dreams while sleeping

2 tablespoons of wanting everyone to be happy and successful

1 cup of fresh garden herbs

2 tablespoon of always taking care of your family

1/4 cup of getting distracted

3 cups hot chocolate

1 teaspoon mini marshmallows

Stir it all together and pour into prepared pie crust, top with cooked apple slices and very thoughtfully put responses.

#lavendermadethis #zodiac #thegardenofzodiac #astrology #aries #gemini #leo #taurus #cancer #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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britishsass · 3 years

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Dark Woods Circus AU Chapter 13: A Break From The Circus

Saturday 11PM, it was peaceful in the Motherlobe… well, outside the Motherlobe. Hollis had planned that the performers should step outside the Motherlobe. Raz and Lili did step out of the Motherlobe, mainly because Ford felt a weird energy off them. Hollis had thought of having a bbq and picnic outside the Motherlobe, as Gisu stated that the only performers who stepped outside were her, Morris, Sasha, Milla, and Raz and Lili. Sasha and Milla stepped out when they waltz in the night, Raz and Lili went outside to see Lucrecia. But for Gisu and Morris? It was for survival. But now? All of the performers stepped outside.

Hollis was just finishing the reports of missions, when she heard her office door opening, it was Fred. “You said you needed me?” He asked the Lesser Head.

“In fact I do.” Hollis responded. Fred sat down on the chair that was in front of Hollis.

“So… what is it about?” Fred asked.

“Well it’s about how much the performers have admired the Motherlobe. They still adore the agents. And they made Lucrecia more welcoming.” Hollis spoke.

“Really?” Fred asked.

“Of course, but there was one thing that bugged me… it was the day that was the first time they arrived at the Motherlobe.” Hollis spoke.

“What was bugging you?” Fred asked.

“Well… after me and Agents Delucca and Loboto examined Norma’s body. There was an explosion that had happened inside Loboto’s Lab.” Hollis explained. “It turned out that the dust from the explosion was nothing but Sneezing Powder.” she continued.

“Sneezing Powder?” Fred asked.

“Of course, but Norma’s body was dead… but she did have some breathing in her… so she might be braindead.” Hollis responded.

“What else did you discover?” Fred asked with interest.

“Well, after we cleaned the mess, Loboto discovered that we had one Mobile Brainjar missing.” Hollis answered.

“What? But how? Their only activated by a brain!” Fred answered.

“Exactly, we don’t know who caused the explosion, and we don’t know who has the missing Mobile Brainjar.” Hollis sighed, “But that will have to be put to the side, the company picnic is about to start…” Hollis continued.

“Yeah, better get ready for the lunch, see you soon Hollis!” Fred waved goodbye.

“You too Freddy.” Hollis spoke. Wait, did I call him Freddy? Only his fellow agents call him that!

“Did you call me Freddy?” Fred asked with curiosity.

Hollis had to find something to say, “I… I…” she stuttered.

“I like it.” Fred replied. That made Hollis blush.

“Well, thanks. But don’t you have to go?” Hollis asked,

“I do, well… see you later Holly.” Fred chuckled, that made Hollis’ cheeks flush as red as her hair.

As Fred made it to the kitchen, he grabbed the ingredients to make Ratatouille. He got tomatoes, bell peppers, eggplants, zucchinis, vinegar, ground pepper, majoram, and olive oil. He preheated the oven, placed an iron skillet on a burner and coated the pan with oil. But then he saw Gloria popping her out by the kitchen door looking at him.

“If you’re wondering, I called her Holly, and she called me Freddy.” Fred responded as he sliced the vegetables thin as paper.

“But you still haven’t asked her out yet?” Edgar spoke as he arrived as well.

“Well I haven’t yet. But I do think that the movie date was all what was needed.” Fred responded as he stacked the vegetables in a pattern for the ratatouille.

“Seriously? That’s it? You just went to see a movie and that’s just it?” Boyd answered as he looked out.

“Yep, but after this, I may go on another date with her.” Fred replied as he finished the Ratatouille.

“Well, whatever floats your boat– we’re here to help!” Gloria reassured. Fred chuckled as he got the ratatouille packed.

Now the picnic has begun… most of the food was simple, juice boxes for the kids, chicken sandwiches, pb&j sandwiches, soda, salads, fruits, everything. But the Agents made some food as well. Gloria made some delicious smoothies that had lemon, raspberry, blackberry, maraschino cherry juice, and vanilla ice cream mixed together. Edgar made some gazpacho with chicken and peas. Loboto baked some cookies that were a little burnt on the edges. Lucy crafted a traditional Grulovian Dish, a fruit tart mixed with caviar (gross…). And last was Ford, who made his specialty, honey pepper boar pancakes. Meanwhile, the performers were outside, relaxing and playing. Adam and Morris were resting on Gisu’s back. Raz and Lili were drawing with Dogen on a seperate table. and Lizzie, Dart, and Sam went fishing. Sasha and Milla were watching in the distance, hoping that the children would be safe. And as for Hollis and Fred, they were on a boat. Needless to say that this was romantic to Hollis and Fred… well sort of romantic.

“So… this is nice.” Fred spoke.

“Yeah, it kinda is…” Hollis replied. Fred noticed that Hollis was blushing…

“Are you ok? You look a little pink.” Fred asked, Hollis snapped back to reality.

“Of course! I’m fine!” Hollis quickly replied.

“Well either way, this is the best choice I could think of for this date.” Fred spoke.

“Well what can you say? Gloria is a sucker for matchmaking.” Hollis replied, she clearly felt her heart beating fast, she wanted to tell Fred that she loves him, this was the same for Fred. But then…

*SPLASH*

Hollis was struck by a cold splash of water. “Sorry!” Loboto shouted in the distance.

“It’s alright Agent Loboto, but do practice somewhere else.” Hollis replied. This clearly wasn’t like the first date. At least it was her and Fred, but this? This wasn’t bad at all! In fact, it was… it was good. Surely there’s nothing that could affect her.

“Achoo!” Hollis sneezed. Oh, it was the cold talking, who knew that she can get a cold that quickly, but it did make sense. It was Autumn, and it was going to be cold soon. This wasn’t planned. Fred looked at her with concern.

“Hollis, is everything alright?” Fred asked.

“Yeah… everything is fine… just a little… cold.” Hollis spoke.

“Here, let me warm you up.” Fred spoke as he removed his jacket. That made Hollis blush again.

“Thanks…” Hollis thanked the man, but then he was also strucked by water.

“Ok then, we need to think of a Hydrokinesis testing area.” Fred spoke.

“That we do.” Hollis responded, but then she saw something she never forgotten, and never wanted to forget it. Fred removed his shirt again. That made Hollis blush once more. “Are… aren’t you going to get cold?” she asked.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind the cold.” Fred replied, “And besides, my clothes can dry themselves in the air.” To which they did… quickly. And Fred placed his shirt back on, as well as his jacket… which not only absorbed the moisture in Hollis’ suit, but also air dried itself as well.

“Miss Forsythe! It’s time for lunch!” Lili shouted.

“Guess it’s time to eat!” Fred spoke, he then rowed the boat back to the field.

The picnic table was organized. And needless to say, it was a sight to see– the performers eating food they had never tried. Adam scarfed down on apples and grapes. Lizzie ate some of the bacon pancakes. Morris couldn’t eat much food, but his favorite was the gazpacho, which he drank through a straw. Gisu had always tried water, but she never had juice before, needless to say, it was tasty. Raz and Lili were big eaters, they ate an entire plate of sandwiches. It was saddening to the psychonauts to see the children like this. But it was somehow helping the children.

Sunset arrived and everyone but Fred and Hollis left. “Hey Hollis, I got one more surprise for you.” Fred spoke, he then grabbed her hand and took her to the Gulch to Bob’s Greenhouse, which had two mushrooms as chairs, a tree stump as a table, and it had the ratatouille Fred made.

“Fred… did you make this?” Hollis asked,

“Oui, I had some help from Bob and Helmut, in fact… have a seat.” Fred answered as he and Hollis sat down and eat the ratatouille.

“Agent Bonaparte, what you made… it’s amazing.” Hollis replied as she finished the meal.

“What can I say, I did cook when I was at Thorney Towers.” Fred chuckled.

“Who knew that the descendant of Napoleon could cook?” Hollis replied.

“Thanks, but there’s something I should talk about.” Fred spoke.

“I’m all ears.” Hollis replied.

“Thanks… did you know that there’s a ticket system for the Circus?” Fred asked.

“There was?” Hollis asked.

“Exactly, there are six tickets.” Fred responded. Fred showed his notes to Hollis which revealed six different tickets.

One ticket was pink and had a paw on it.

The next was orange, and it had a clown’s head.

The third was yellow, this time it was a fish.

The fourth had a comedy mask and tragedy mask; it was green.

The fifth was blue and had a wolf’s head.

And the last was purple– it was a heart formed by the treble and bass clef.

“So that’s what the tickets look like?” Hollis asked.

“Exactly. Anyways, I have to go now…” Fred responded.

“Well, I’ll see you soon Freddy.” Hollis answered.

“You too Holly.” Fred chuckled. That made Hollis blush, in fact… it caught the eye of one girl.

“Agent Forsythe?” Sam asked, Hollis turned around and saw that Sam was spying in the distance.

“I never thought of saying this, but you’re at your best.” Sam spoke.

“Samantha, I can handle myself. You need to rest.” Hollis ordered.

“Very well…” Sam spoke. She then left the gulch, followed by Hollis who walked solemnly.

“Missed my chance… again!” Hollis spoke to herself.

It was night fall, Sam was sleeping in one of the dorms. She then heard a knock, it was Sasha and Milla, they looked a little worried. “Sasha? Milla? What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“It’s 1AM, the children need to head back.” Milla spoke.

Ooh, man– The kids really deserve this sort of joy. As well, just imagining Bob and Helmut helping Fred with cooking, or Lucy helping Gloria to get the boats set up for them, or the whole group together… I love imagining odd friendships, and there’s so much potential for that.

As well– The two of them admitting it’s a date!! And the nickname! Eee, goodness, that’s so freaking cute. I love cheesy nicknames so much, so seeing that mine is being used makes me so happy.

I wonder if they’ll make it back in time? If they don’t, here’s a little idea for the next bit, but feel free to ignore my idea and use your own instead!

They’re already running late, but they sent an agent or two out to guide them back, making sure it goes as quickly as they can. Since Fred is friendly with most of the performers, he’s the easy choice. Of course, he stops by to visit Hollis before he goes, asking her a quick question.

“Maybe we could go on another date soon? If you want?”

That’s the last conversation they have before Fred and the performers take off to head back.

(Which, of course, might be too late, and leave him trying to protect himself and the others. After all, you saw what he did when he saw someone in need of help at Thorney Towers– He kept trying to help until it broke him instead.)

As I said, though– It’s all up to you! I just like to think of the saddest version of things.

#anon writing #anon #submission #queue #dark woods circus au #hollis/fred

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advena87 · 4 years

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Kaer Morhen shenanigans (but mostly Lambert’s) part 10

Here is: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 and Daily Lambert

also Keira & Lambert’s love story, Aiden & Lambert’s love story and… this.

Lambert: Ok guys, operation ‘This Will Most Likely End Badly’ is a go!

* meanwhile *

Vesemir: *Literally just chilling for once while reading the newspaper*

*Suddenly an explosion far away*

Vesemir: *Glares at the phone*

Vesemir: Don’t ring, don’t ring…

Phone: *Rings*

Vesemir: *Muffled angry sounds and sobbing*

*later*

Vesemir: I don't fucking believe this. What do you do, sit in bed at night and think about ways to fuck up my life? You’re like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!

Lambert: Can I be Death?

Vesemir: No, you’re Pestilence because you’re a god damn pest! And your insolence goes too far this time!

Lambert: Wrong. It can go a lot further!

***

Eskel: Oh, what's up Vesemir?

Vesemir, back from another day of dealing with his sons and their bullshit: What's up is my blood pressure.

***

Lambert: Okay, name one thing you would change about me.

Eskel: Your personality.

Berengar: Your wardrobe.

Geralt: Your address.

Vesemir: All three above.

***

Coen, upon arriving in Kaer Morhen: Uh, excuse me, who’s in charge here?

Eskel: Theoretically, Vesemir.

Berengar: But usually that’s whoever yells the loudest.

Coen: Um, so… Any advice for a newbie?

Berengar: When work gets too overwhelming, remember that ultimately, you're going to die. And if you feeling anxious, worried or maybe you just want a chat, please, don’t come crying to me.

Lambert: And remember, the path to inner peace here begins with four words: not my fucking problem.

Geralt: I’m not great at advice, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment? Like, for example, welcome to hell.

Coen:

Coen: What is this place?

Eskel: Unfortunately this is my home. And no matter how much I usually don't like to agree with them, everything they just said is true.

***

Eskel: This is probably the second weirdest way I’ve almost died.

Coen: What was the first?

Eskel: It’s very complicated but, long story short, my brothers are banned from every brothel in Kaedwen.

***

Lambert: Hey, I have kind of a crazy idea.

Eskel: Those are never comforting words coming from you.

*later*

Lambert: So hypothetically, if I were to get a young wyvern...

Vesemir: Lambert, you are not bringing a wyvern into Kaer Morhen.

Lambert: …

Eskel: So hypothetically, if Lambert lost a wyvern in castle 20 minutes ago...

Vesemir: …

Vesemir: Forget it, I’m not even shocked anymore.

Lambert: Aw, that’s no fun.

Vesemir: This has become the norm for you, Lambert.

Lambert: I’ll have to try harder next time.

Vesemir & Eskel: Please don’t.

Lambert: I feel like I’ve been issued a challenge.

***

Geralt: I dare you--

Vesemir: Lambert’s not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Geralt: Why not?

Lambert, mocking Vesemir: I have no regard for my own or others personal safety.

***

Vesemir: Berengar, I’m very disappointed in you.

Berengar: I’m not Lambert. Your approval means nothing to me, old man.

***

Eskel: If I were a drink I’d be a cherry vanilla soda. If you were a drink what would you be?

Geralt: Vodka.

Berengar: Bleach.

Lambert: Sewage.

Eskel, sighing: Please calm down edgelords.

***

Eskel: Lambert's been gone for awhile, do you think something’s happened to him?

Geralt: No, but I do think he happened to someone.

***

Eskel: I’m on my way, try not to swear at anybody.

Lambert: Fuck you. I’m not an idiot.

Eskel: There you go, like that.

***

Lambert: If I was kidnapped, what would you do?

Berengar: Nothing.

Eskel: Wait 30 minutes until they let you go voluntarily.

Geralt: As if anyone would voluntarily kidnap you. I would pay them to take you.

***

Vesemir: Lambert, the key in the fake rock only works if it's among other rocks, not sitting on your welcome mat!

Lambert: Excuse me, but if you put the fake rock in with a bunch of other rocks, it's impossible to find when you're drunk.

***

Eskel: But Vesemir said-

Lambert: To hell with Vesemir!

Vesemir: I can hear you, Lambert.

***

Geralt: Get up you ass! It’s morning, the sun is out!

Berengar: The fuck am I supposed to do? Photosynthesis?

***

Vesemir: Let me ask you a straight question-

Lambert: Only if you’re okay with a gay answer.

***

Lambert: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

Berengar: Don’t you have to be a stupid person somewhere else?

Lambert: Not until four.

***

Lambert: How do you politely tell someone you wanna hit them in the face with a brick several times?

Berengar: One wishes to acquaint your face with a rigidly edged object commonly used in the construction of walls, repeatedly.

Lambert: Wow, that was poetry.

Eskel: No, that was a therapy cry for both of you.

***

Countess Mignole: So what’s the tea?

Vesemir: Well apparently Berengar lost his sword again, Eskel is chasing Lambert because he called him a goatfucker, and Geralt is crying because he lost the bet and now he has to dye his hair canary yellow.

Countess Mignole: I meant what type of tea are you drinking, but maybe you need some alcohol.

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vanillapecancookie · 4 years

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oh, and uhhhhhhhhhhh princess cookie?

B A S I C S

full name: Princess Strawberry Fondant Cookie

gender: Princessgender

sexuality: Pan

pronouns: She/her, but she doesn’t mind any pronouns, even neopronouns work for her

O T H E R S

family: She has a father who is long dead and a sister, who disappeared under mysterious circumstances

birthplace: She was born in the palace in the Cookie Kingdom with her sister

job: She is the princess and sovereign ruler of the Cookie Kingdom

phobias: She’s afraid that she may not do enough to help her people in times of need

guilty pleasures: She likes styling peoples hair, but she often times goes to far

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral good, but sometimes leans towards lawful

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Often so, due to the fact that she’s such a high figurehead. However, she does get drained, so she’ll more often then not step aside whenever she’s feeling overwhelmed

organized/disorganized: She doesn’t like anything being out of place, so you can always expect her be ordering maids around to make sure everything is spick and span

close minded/open-minded: She’s an important role model for all her subjects, so she has to keep an open mind to them in order to appear friendly and accepting

calm/anxious: She remains calm in many circumstances, even if the kingdom is in danger. She knows there are cookies that will guarantee the safety of the kingdom, no matter what the cost

disagreeable/agreeable: She has learned the tricks of the trade when it comes to persuasion, but when things work in her favor, she always agrees no matter what.

cautious/reckless: Considering how she is, I’m pretty she’s pretty reckless from time to time

patient/impatient: It’s her way or the highway as they say. She sometimes stomps her feet whenever she’s not getting what she wants right away

outspoken/reserved: Considering her status, she’s very outspoken and tends to speak out whenever injustice is present

leader/follower: While she sometimes doesn’t believe it, she is a really good leader

empathetic/unemphatic: Once again, since she’s the leader of her people, it’s her job to ensure she’s understanding of their problems and plights

optimistic/pessimistic: She tries to stay cheery in the face of demise and always tries to keep a cool head whenever trouble does arise

traditional/modern: She loves traditional aesthetics, not so much traditional values

hard-working/lazy: When she’s running, she’s hard at work and when it comes to diplomatic meetings, she’s... so so. Everything else... not so much

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: PrincessxCheesecake is really cute and has a lot of potential!

ot3: none

brotp: Princess and Knight, of course

notp: PrincessxKnight (I can’t honestly see these two as more then friends -_-)

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #princess cookie #cherry vanilla soda answers #anon #you cannot break me i have the power of making shit up on whim based on #canon conjecture!#or whatevs...#Anonymous

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