#dirty spiced chai art

[dirty-spiced-chai]

he just wants a little teeny piece of your soul

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[musingsofahufflepuff]

coffee shop headcanons

mattheo, enzo, theo, blaise, & draco; fluff

a/n: to all my draco people, sorry for the draco slander. also, first time writing about blaise and draco, so they might be ooc, don’t yell at me. this is shamelessly more starbucks focused bc i work there. another lil guy to make up for how long the theo soulmate au is taking ♡

Mattheo

♡ this man is a cold brew guy, whatever delivers the most caffeine the fastest. inject it into his veins if you must.

♡ definitely adds espresso shots to all his drinks, even the cold brew.

♡ energy drink in one hand, coffee in the other.

♡ i’m biased, but i think he’d vibe with a lavender chai when he’s not getting his fix. (if you catch him ordering a dirty chai, mind your business)

Enzo

♡ he’s a “barista’s choice” kinda guy.

♡ he’ll walk up to the cashier and with that charming little smile of his go, “i’ll have whatever your favorite is.”

♡ he frequently gets little heart doodles and stickers added to his cups bc the employees love him.

♡ this boy also loves a seasonal drink and will get his friends to get one with him.

Theo

♡ espresso lover, 100%

♡ however, if the beans are shit, don’t bother.

♡ latte art lover, you can make a little cat drawing on his coffee?? do it, do it rn.

♡ secretly loves a pumpkin spice latte with enzo.

Blaise

♡ iced coffee all the way, no sweeteners bc he likes the taste.

♡ will also drink black brewed coffee, dark roast.

♡ can and has been suckered into getting a seasonal drink with enzo

♡ ofc he doesn’t actually like them, why would you ask him that???

Draco

♡ fucking iced matcha lattes because they’re a bitch to make.

♡ or he’s getting the equivalent of a frappuccino/frozen coffee. (the guys tease him relentlessly for this)

♡ does not like the taste of coffee, so he has to add a ton of milk and sugar to it.

♡ he just prefers tea.

[strange-august]

Tag Yourself as Energies my friends and I have

🐺 Werewolf Energy 🐺

Has an intimidating "tough guy" presence but is actually a big softie.

Has a contagious howl like laughter that they hate but everyone adores.

Less of a wolf kind of werewolf and more of a golden retriever kind of werewolf.

Actually insanely dog-like (IE: strong sense of hearing, taste, smell. Red-Green colorblind and wears glasses.)

Loves to cook but doesn't drain their ground beef. Says that's where all the flavor is and will not listen to reason.

Has a deep booming voice that you can hear from across the house. Even across an empty field on a good day.

Doesn't mind getting dirty and prefers hands-on types of jobs.

Laid back but has zero tolerance for bullshit.

Only truly scary when they're angry or frustrated which is rare from them.

Actually knows the phases of the moon by heart.

Aesthetic: Muddy clothes, Messy hair, Sun kissed skin, Piercing gaze, The roar of an engine, Oil stained hands, Leather jackets, Bacon and eggs in the morning, Hamburgers and fries from Mom and Pop shops, The full moon peeking out over the treeline, Audio books, Caramel flavored coffee, Driving with the radio full blast, Light growling, Thunderstorms, Lazy days, Tequila shots, Loud laughter

Theme Song: The Nights by Avicii

🐉 Dragon Energy 🐉

Like werewolf, they're more akin to a dragon from a kid's movie rather than a traditional dragon.

Major hoarder and has a spending problem. Most of their hoards consist of art supplies, crystals, candles, weird trivial objects they find on the street, stuffed animals, DnD dice, lighters, knives, etc.

Able to romantize and find the beauty in even the most mundane of activities like a trip to the grocery store, a boring car ride or doing laundry.

Sleeps in a "nest" of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals with the A/C full blast. Can't sleep otherwise.

A child at heart and has an imagination so vivid they often get lost in it. They often need a little guidance back into the real world.

Loves going on adventures and exploring new places. Can turn even the most mundane errand into a fun excursion.

Sometimes their emotions are too much to handle and they might get overwhelmed and explode. They always feel guilty about it though and apologize afterward.

Fiercely protective of their treasures (aka: their friends) and would probably die for their friends if they had to. Though maybe a little too protective.

Opens their mouth wide when they yawn because it makes them feel like they're roaring.

Bites and headbutts their friends as a show of affection.

Aesthetic: Shed snake skin, Shiny objects, Watercolor paint, Fleeting eye contact, Soft blanket nests, Gray afternoons, Chai tea, Apple Cinnamon candles, Fine china, The glow of a heat lamp, Notebooks, Big fluffy clouds, Vivid sunsets, Bonfires, Head stuck in the clouds, Aluminum pins, Thrift shop clothes, Wide eyed stares, Awkward toothy grins, Fountain pens, Patchwork jackets, Cracking your knuckles

Theme Song: Geronimo by Sheppard

🦋 Mothman Energy 🦋

Has real cryptid energy, thanks to their height and lanky limbs. Not to mention they're already a chaos incarnate to boot.

Immuno-compromised and kind of delicate but doesn't let that stop them from obtaining their dreams.

Has the spice tolerance of a God. Will eat a whole bag of hot cheetos till their mouth is completely raw.

Stares at lights before turning them, thus accidentally blinding themselves each time. Does it so much that everyone genuinely thinks they might be part mothman.

Honestly just hates society and people in general and wants to live in the mountains as a hermit for the rest of their life.

Pretty much everything they wear came out of the 60s-70s era.

Knows an astounding amount of information on cryptids from all different states and even countries.

"When your sleep schedule is abysmal, you can sleep anytime."

Seems to subsist entirely on root beer and mountain kickstart pineapple orange mango.

Has at least twenty different kinds of potted plants in their room, all in various handmade pots and on every available surface.

Aesthetic: Moss samples, Cheap ramen noodles, Cat hair on clothes, Bomber jackets and aviator sunglasses, Leather messenger bag, Pine trees, Waterlogged boots, Moths flying around a street light, Watching the stars, Wondering what's out there, Empty paint cans, Early morning walks, Zoo and museum visits, Befriending a stray cat, Watching obscure movies, Oragami figures, Late night talks, Sarcasm, Walking sticks, RGB lights

Theme Song: The Moss by Cosmo Sheldrake

👽 Alien Energy 👽

Dresses like a cartoon character and it's honestly so cute. Wears a lot of patterns and colors that somehow all work together.

Mall culture to the max. Responsible for keeping the American mall dream alive.

Kinda shy but genuinely sweet. Will always offer you help when you need it.

Absolutely loves weird and unique animals, especially elephants. They track all the ones in captivity and give updates frequently.

Like Mothman, is very tall and lanky with long limbs. They also have freckles just like a galaxy.

Misses arcades and wishes they would come back. Goes to Dave and Busters for their birthday ever year.

All their pets are unique and named after foods such as their sharpei dog, Taco.

Has an old barn on their property where stray cats like to take refuge.

Loves old Disney movies and anime. Their favorite disney movie is Lilo and Stitch.

They also have a huge collection of anime and disney related figurines. A whole shelf full and continuing to grow.

Aesthetic: Teal and turquoise, Varsity jackets and athletic shorts, Pixie cuts, Binging anime, Microwave popcorn, Cuddling with your pets, Shag carpets, Colorful notebooks and fun pencils, Scented markers, Cotton candy soap, Cheaply made gimmick erasers, Tile floors, Homemade slime, Glowsticks, Stickers on laptop, Marble soda, Fairy lights, Ramen shops, Cinnabons, Star shaped Earrings, Young Adult Novels, Sour candy, Hibiscus tea, Orange tic tacs

Theme Song: Something in the Water by Brooke Fraser

[justtoarguewithyou]

tag game

thanks for the tag @wanderingbandurria :)

Favorite time of year: my allergies are bad all of the time now. but let's say "fall" (in quotes because we don't have a fall, it's just less hot)

Comfort food: something biscuit adjacent. biscuits in gravy, biscuit sandwich, biscuit with jam. biscuits!—so versatile.

Favorite dessert: i've had this thing for homemade (not boxed) banana pudding lately (with nilla wafers and banana). now i want a pudding.

Things you collect: stories. fabric. art.

Favorite drink: dirty pumpkin spice chai from the coffee shop down the street. but they just changed this month's specials, so...i'm a little sad about it.

Favorite musician/band: this is too hard. depends on the day.

Last song I listened to: heh. "yo x ti, tu x mi" rosalía & ozuna. (i was driving. anything goes in the car.)

Last movie watched: i saw "the woman king" in theaters. i rewatched "constantine" the other night while sewing.

Last series watched: last whole series was probably "our flag means death."

Currently watching: catching up on "Andor"

Current obsession: oh. uh... nothing? i'm pretty mellow these days.

Dream place to visit: paris. i want to take embroidery classes at ecole lesage.

Places you wanna go back to: i dunno. no place, really. i've experienced the place, with the people i was with. i'd rather go somewhere new.

Something you want: for more people to vote in the midterms.

Currently working on: this ask game. (looks sideways at the 10 tabs of wips open in the other window...)

if you pay any attention to me whatsoever, please consider yourself tagged. <3

[lostjulys]

Quilt - how do you take your coffee (or tea)?

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

quilt - it depends!!!! if i'm making coffee at home i do french press & let it brew for like. a Long time so it's very strong & then soymilk + lots of honey (in my honey era recently...) <33 see i never understood the idea of ooh tough guy who is so tired and drinks Bitter Black Coffee for the Caffeine,,,, like you will get so much more energy if you add shit tons of sugar to your black coffee!! otherwise my coffeeshop order is dirty chai w/ soy + two extra doubleshots (+ spiced chai if there is an option for choice.. i miss the fruity organic co-op in albany that had its own chai blend w/ lots of black pepper & ginger & felt like a kick in the teeth.... :( )

cocoa - right now... aough. i want strawberries n cream hair... on a more practical level though i'm thinkinnng abt. continuing to let it grow out + getting an undercut over break... i think that would fix me. also forever i have wanted like,,, you know the buzzcuts w/ designs or words or art dyed into them??? they're so cool i think..

[gangrenados]

Warren thick thighs Worthington + the tea thing ❤️

I like that nickname, hope u like it 💖

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

Warren dosen't like to wake up, he dosen't even know why, but the coziness of the early morning just makes him want to keep sleeping. So he will attract you more to him and use you as a pillow so you don't get up and leave him cold and alone.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

When you trust him. Not everyone in the mansion is down to trust the big and muscular guy that looks like he can snap your neck without putting much effort, participated in mutant fights, plus helped an ancient God to take over the world...yeah he isn't that trusted.

Warren is all ears when you trust him something, it dosen't matter if it's a secret, some stupid rambling or if you're asking for advice. Warren is going to hear and provide you the best advice or opinion he could think off.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

It varies between going to bed around 9pm and just staying awake until his body can't take it anymore. If you happen to sleep togheter, Warren would try to adjust himself to your sleep schedule so he can lay down with you.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Warren tried to seduce you the same he did back in Germany when he was short on money, in those days it worked very well, but you didn't fall for that.

So after a while, Warren realized that just flirting and being extra sexy wouldn't really work, so he tried to be more open and spent more time with you and the others. Maybe in that way you would see him less like an angry fuckboy

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

His kisses tend to be rough and passionate. Warren likes to put his hands in your cheeks so you can stay in place.

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Warren is not the jealousy type. This dude trust you with his whole heart and he likes to think you wouldn't do it, so he dosen't think much about it.

Warren will only act if the other person is still hitting on you. He will walk up to them and warn them to stop trying to get on your pants, his words would be harsh and full with slurs. He isn't afraid to throw hands if the other person doesn't back off.

osehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

Warren is romantic, he will write poetry about you, make you playlist and even give you flowers from the main garden! But he's shy with that because he thinks that doing that kind of things isn't manly, but he still does it and he handle you those things he's as red as a tomato.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

someone who is not prejudiced and who can see beyond physical appearance. Warren is a big guy with scars and big metal wings, people tend to think more when he walks next to them.

In addition, Warren would like someone who is inclined towards art, be it writing, painting, a theater kid, dancer or someone that knows how to play an instrument ; He likes to write and knows how to play the piano so it would be great.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

He knew it when you stayed with him at his lowest point. Warren was having a mental breakdown about all the horrible things he did in the past while he was tugging at his metal wings, pleading for his feathered ones come back.

You have never seen Warren cry before, it was shocking to him crying and unable to speak due to his sobs; you wanted to keep him company, maybe you wouldn't be able to change how things are, but you didn't want him to feel lonely in rough times.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

He just blurted it out after a mission. You both were dirty and tired, but nevertheless happy to have made it alive; Warren took his happiness and just asked you to marry him during the team celebration.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

Warren dosen't have an innocent mindset, the guy can be a horny bastard sooo he have some crazy ideas. Maybe do some roleplay, or let you being to dominant one...would you mind if you fuck while Warren is flying?

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

He likes to hang out in rooftops, specially if they're from a high building. Warren likes the view of the city and the weird calm that being above everyone gives you, that's like his safe place. He likes to share that secret with you because it would make it more especial.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o? 

Warren wouldn't stray from your side and he wouldn't say much, he would just hug you, caress your hair. He doesn't want you to be alone, yeah, he is pretty bad with words, but he will make an effort to console you...

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

He doesn't have a fucking clue of what he's doing. Warren is used to meaningless hook ups, so the emotional part of a relationship is exhausting for him. But he will try to put an effort, he is used to be dick, but he dosen't want his partner to see him as one...

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

He have daydreamed of having one; maybe two kids and a nice house with a beautiful garden and a dog, but he isn't sure if he could afford that or if he could be a good dad. He's afraid of messing up and fuck up the future of his kids, he dosen't want them to end up like him...

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Warren loves to fly with you. That's an activity he enjoys doing it on his own so having you around it's a good addition. Of course he wouldn't let you fall down if you couldn't fly, Warren doesn't want you to die, so he will protect you to not slip from his grip.

[rhetoricalrogue]

31 Days of Wayhaven, Day 17

Prompt: AU Rating: PG for Nicky’s language Words: 2,222 Characters: Unit Charlie, brief mention of Units Alpha and Bravo, as well as Detective Aubrey Miller. Summary: What happens when the coffee shop co-worker and the University co-worker get tired of their partners sighing over the other and decide to take matters into their own hands.  

For the @31daysofwayhaven event.

Penny rolled her eyes as she came into work, hanging her coat on the nearby staff coat rack.  Nicky had gotten there earlier than she had, which meant that he got to pick the music for the day, which also meant that she was going to be in for a day of listening to him sing along with Dean Martin.  Not that it was a bad thing, but they’d done an entire shift of the Rat Pack the other day already.

“You’re late.”

She grimaced as she pulled on a dark brown apron and quickly pulled the strings around her waist to make a tidy bow at her hip.  “Yeah, car trouble.”

Nicky shook his head.  “You really ought to sell that thing, get you a new one.”

“With what money?  No, the car trouble was because my brother decided to borrow it without asking me.  I woke up to a note and had to grab the bus.  Then the bus wasn’t on time, so I walked the rest of the way.”

He poured her a drink, a smooth hazelnut latte with a dusting of chocolate on top that he made perfectly to her tastes.  At least that was something to cheer her up on a rainy morning, especially since he was practicing his foam art and made her a graceful looking swan on top.  She caught a glimpse of herself in the stainless steel overhead countertops and winced.  The soft, drizzling rain wasn’t  enough to soak her or anything, but it had played hell with her long, silvery blonde hair.  The sleek braided bun she had put it in earlier was now a frizzed out mess and her cheeks were unnaturally red from practically running to the cafe in order to be there on time.

Penny hated being late to anything.

“You’re too soft on Lars,” Nicky told her, pushing half a toasted bagel loaded with cream cheese her way while eating the other half.  “He needs to have some responsibility, especially if he’s couch surfing at your place.”

Penny chewed on her bagel.  “You don’t understand, he’s my baby brother.  It’s my job to look out for him.  Besides,” she took a sip of her drink.  “He was going out for a job interview.  Hopefully this one takes.”  She adored her youngest brother to pieces, and she understood that he was in a rough patch, but at the same time, she was quietly frustrated that he showed up at her doorstep without calling first, ate all her food without shopping for replacements, and left his dirty laundry on the bathroom floor.  She was going to have to have a talk with him once they were home to set some boundaries down.  If not, then she would happily call their eldest brother Andreas to see if he could help out before calling the big guns in and contacting their mother.

She hated to jump around in the family pecking order, but enough was enough. 

“I can relate, seeing as I have a little sister, but I still say you’re being too soft on him.  There’s a fine line between older sibling responsibility and being a doormat.”

“I know, and you’re right.  Taking my car without my permission and making me late for work is definitely something I’m going to talk with him about.”

Nicky made a mmhm noise as if he didn’t quite believe her.  “Don’t worry, Pen.” Nicky told her, changing the subject as he made his own cortado and leaned against the counter to sip on it.  “You didn’t miss him.”

She was glad that her red cheeks could hide the sudden blush that she felt rush up from her throat to her face.  “Miss who?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, donna forte!”  He elbowed her in the side.  “The Tall London Fog with the soft Scottish accent.  The one who looks like a golden retriever if a golden retriever was over six feet tall and had dimples when he smiled.”

“Careful, you make me think you’re the one with the crush on him,”  Penny muttered as she sipped on her drink.

“Please, I know I’m handsome and charming, but I’m not an asshole.  I wouldn’t steal anyone from my dearest friend and co-worker.”

“You’re not stealing anyone from anybody,” she grumped.

“Maybe if you actually got off your ass and asked him out.”

“He’s a customer!” 

“Like that’s ever stopped anyone that works here!  I mean, have you seen what the Bravo shift is up to lately?  There’s good money on when Adam’ll get the courage up to ask Miss Grande Half-Caff Nonfat Latte with Caramel Drizzle out before the end of the month.”

Penny rolled her eyes.  “Adam?  Admitting he has feelings for anyone?  I give him a year, minimum.”

“Hello, Pot.  I’d like to introduce you to Kettle.”  He turned to wash out the things he’d used to make their drinks and kicked at her calf.  “Speaking of not admitting feelings, here comes London Fog and Dirty Chai.”

Penny masked the sudden lurch in her pulse by twirling around and grabbing the loose leaf tea from an overhead shelf and measured enough into a French Press, adding a spice mix and a little bit of fresh ginger before pouring in hot water to steep.  She grabbed the canister of lavender Earl Grey she knew he liked and did the same in a separate French Press while Nicky called out a greeting, confirming that they both wanted their usuals.

“Actually,” London Fog said, coming up to the counter.  “Could I add something a little more substantial?  Perhaps one of those sausage rolls and a slice of pumpkin loaf?  I fear today is going to be a long one, seeing as it’s grading season.”

“Oh?  You’re a teacher then?”

“He’s a professor,” Dirty Chai interjected, already setting up her laptop.  She’d moved from their usual two-person table to a larger four-person one so the both of them could spread out.  “Don’t let him get modest; he’s brilliant in his field.”

Penny looked over her shoulder as she brewed a double shot espresso to add to the chai.  “Where do you lecture at?”

The soft question had him looking up at her with an equally soft smile before he quickly looked down, suddenly very interested in the counter’s bakery display.  “Wayhaven University.  I’m one of the Professors in the Folklore and Ethnomusicology department.”

Nicky took over building their order when another person came in and distracted Penny.  “What a coincidence,” he all but purred.  “Our dearest Penelope is studying on that campus!”  He caught the sudden interest London Fog gave and leaned conspiratorially against the counter. “She’s going back for her master’s degree, if I remember correctly.”

“Oh?  What study?”

“You know, for the life of me, I can’t recall.  Sounds like an interesting question to ask her though, Professor…?” Nicky trailed off, realizing that neither he or Penny knew their regulars by name, only by order.

“Buchanan.  Cameron.”

“Call him Cam,” Dirty Chai said, taking her order and sipping with a happy sigh.  “I’m Winona.”

“Nice to finally meet you both.  I’ll go warm up that sausage roll for you.”  On his way to the back kitchen, Nicky nudged Penny with his shoulder, silently winking at her.  She turned her face so Cam and Winona wouldn’t be able to see her expression and narrowed her eyes at her partner before going back to helping the short line of customers that had already started to form for the morning, shaking her head as the first heartfelt strings of Come Back to Sorrento could be heard coming out of the kitchen, Nicky’s smooth baritone making one of the ladies in line sigh dreamily.

Penny transitioned from building orders to taking payment while Nicky bustled in behind her on cleanup and prep duty, the two of them working well.  Every so often, her eyes would stray to Cameron and Winona’s table, the two of them with their heads down and fingers clacking over their laptops. Two hours later, Cameron was looking at his watch and cursing under his breath while quickly packing his things away.

“Thanks for letting us stay so long,” he said, sticking money in the tip jar.

“It was nothing,” she told him, fiercely hoping he didn’t catch the way the tips of her ears were a bright pink.  “I’m glad you could stay with me - us long enough to get some grading done.”

He smiled and she couldn’t help but mirror the same smile back.  “I’d have loved to spend more time, but my office hours are going to be starting soon and I usually have a few students wanting to talk around this time of the year.”

“We’re always here in the mornings!”  Oh, smooth one, Fisher, she thought, mentally kicking herself for forgetting how to talk to people when the person in question was one she had a silly crush on.  Don’t flirt with customers, it’s just an awkward experience for everyone involved!

Cameron nodded.  “And stopping by is always a great start to my day.  Your partner mentioned you were studying at the university?”

“I am.”

Cameron shouldered his laptop bag and smiled again.  “Maybe we’ll run into the other on campus then.”

“I’d like that.”

“I would too.”  He blinked, as if he had been reluctant to break eye contact.  “Well, I’d better get going, or else I’m going to miss some student appointments.  I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Bright and early!”  Or so she hoped.  She really was going to have to speak with Lars about him getting his own transportation.  Penny sighed as the bell over the door chimed and tried - and failed - to not watch as Cameron walked down the street.

“He’s not that old.”  

Penny jumped at the sudden appearance of Winona at the counter.  “Pardon?”

“Cam.  He’s not that old, just in case you were worried he was some stuffy professor with a really good skin regimen.”

She let out a nervous laugh.  “I wasn’t…” Penny nervously tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear.  “I mean, I didn’t want to presume…”

“Like I said, Cam’s brilliant in his field and made career moves way before the usual timeline.  I’m guessing he’s around your age.”  She put more money in the tip jar.  “You know, if that was a deal-breaker for you.”  Before Penny could say anything in response, Winona waved and left.

Penny ran a hand down her face before frowning.  There was something other than money in the tip jar.  Curiosity getting the best of her, she fished it out, finding it was a business card with all of Cameron’s information on it.

FYI, a woman’s loopy handwriting in bright red ink read at the bottom, your partner wrote down your phone number on a napkin when he gave Cam his order.  Thought I should even the playing field and give you his too.

Penny’s eyes widened as she flipped the card over.  And BTW, he thinks you’re cute too.

“Whatcha got?”  Penny all but jumped out of her skin at the sound of Nicky’s voice unexpectedly at her ear as he tried to look at the card in her hands.

“Nothing!” she yelped, clutching it close to her chest before sticking it into her apron’s pocket.  Turning around, she grabbed Nicky by the ear.  “And what are you doing, giving strange men my phone number!”

Nicky winced, leaning down as he tried to wiggle away from her grasp.  “He’s not strange, Pen!  He’s a regular!  Practically family!  Ow, fuck!”

She let his ear go.  “You could have asked me if it was okay first!”

Nicky rubbed at his ear and rolled his eyes.  “Yeah, and at the glacier pace that either of you were moving, you may have gone out for drinks when you were both eighty.”  

She washed her hands at the prep sink and started making sure that everything they’d used was washed and ready for a new order.  Lunchtime was a sort of quiet lull, they got a few regular orders in, but it wasn’t anywhere near the morning rush.  She checked the schedule.  The Alpha shift was coming in for the afternoon to evening times, which meant that she needed to come in a little earlier tomorrow morning to make sure that things had been properly cleaned and organized and that the morning breakfast items were fully stocked.  She loved them to pieces, but Tane and Maaka weren’t the most organized of duos.  She made a mental note to check the to-go cups as well: Tane had a habit of using a marker to black out the Warning, your contents are extremely hot and make it read Warning, you are extremely hot instead.

The good thing is that on dead nights, the brothers would come up with some interesting off the menu recipes and leave notes for her and Nicky to try in the morning.  Maaka was more organized than his brother and the notes were always fun to read, especially when he added his own commentary.

“You never know,” she told Nicky, the business card in her pocket weighing far heavier than it ought to.  “I just may surprise you.”

Cha cha cha d'amour

Take this song to my lover

Shoo shoo little bird

Go and find my love

[intheheartofthematter]

TFBM "Lioness" (Source: Flickr/ exodus-travels)

Photo by Gramps, Nov ‘68, 4th birthday, Knott’s Berry Farm... Knott’s first every visit for little cars, farm animals, horse rides.

TFBM 2016 “Happy Birthday, Dad! I love and miss you! (I sang Happy Birthday, too) First birthday since...” ❤️

TFBM 2013 (Three months after my grandpa died, his dad) “Today is my Dad's birthday. I called him and he's really sick again, and sounds so depressed. He says he's getting old and he's so tired of being in pain and stuck in a wheelchair and in a nursing home. He doesn't want me to visit him today, but said maybe tomorrow. As usual, he let me go quickly, said he needed his pain shot and then said, I love you, through tears, almost sobs and hung up. It's so hard and I don't know what else I can do for him. I just needed to say something, think out loud.”

TFBM 2014 (Bill Eppridge—LIFE Picture Collection) “In late 1968, not long after famously capturing Robert Kennedy's assassination, Bill Eppridge spent two healing months among wild horses in the fabled landscape of the American West.”

This share is not about the main lyrics...

Sent to me shortly before he died, ‘So you won’t forget me’ I never could. I will remember you throughout eternity! ❤️

A couple of my Grandpa’s late years ‘wild horses’ paintings  *card size prints in an album

Tonight! Tuesday Tuck In

One tradition passed down from my grandparents & dad💕 My baby at Knott’s riding horses there like me when little. And, just like me, didn’t want to get off when time was up.

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I’m hoping to find photos showing how different Knott’s was when I was little. I’d like to point out my favorite memories. The farm animals area had a mascot dog, Queenie, who was always a tail-wagging greeter. She was the first one I wanted to go see and hug and get face-licks from. Just like Lassie, they were brilliant in naming each same breed dog Queenie over the years, when one would pass. Later, Knott’s Scary Farm and Knott’s Merry Farm came into existence. T likes to go to the Halloween Haunt every year. I used to go all the time, too. Since my birthday is just two days after Halloween it’s usually celebrated in some Halloween combination. I remember when I went to Knott’s Scary Farm with my friends for my 16th birthday and I couldn’t wait to visit the farm. “Farm?” Yeah, it’s still here although not a main attraction now. I went home with a Red Satin bunny. I named her Pumpkin. 

An oil painting by my grandpa. A couple of detail shots... 

I couldn’t avoid the lighting on it in my room... 

I have a small oil painting of cats, given to me when I was a little girl, and three of his pen etchings; a fox, a rabbit, and my favorite of a tree. I also have two paintings of flowers I asked for. All used to be up on the walls in my homes. T has a few of them in my stored belongings at their place, as well as my piano. I hope they don’t get damaged at any point. There’s a sad story about a lot of my grandfather’s work, and who has them, who avoided me after the funeral. My family out there say they will try to figure out a way to get them back, but I know they won’t, or can’t. This woman is wealthy and thinks she’s entitled. Anyway, it’s not important. My family who have paintings of his offered them to me, to take them down off of their walls (of course I couldn’t take them)... this woman avoided me at all costs, with several excuses, until I had to leave. I don’t know why they’re so important to her! Anyway, this painting was one that my dad loved. He had it hanging in his homes for years. When he became paralyzed, he pleaded with the doctors to let him go home again. Once he pushed through physical therapy and proved he was strong enough to do it, they released him. But, sadly, his roommate came home one day to a tipped over wheelchair, blood (and more) all over the walls and floor, and my dad missing. Thankfully, a neighbor heard him cry out and called an ambulance. We had no idea which hospital he was taken to. By the time I found him, walking into the ER room sectionals, the nurse across the way told the others, his DR says he’s DNR. I looked over and saw that it was my dad... too many details to tell it all, but I said, “No he’s not! Resuscitate him right now!” Who are you? - His daughter. What doctor said that? He’s fired. And I had her call my dad’s Internal Medicine doctor, who agreed to become his primary doctor. Too many details, but even after all that happened, they didn’t insert the tube correctly, and I pointed that out, because they were saying it was useless that he was going to die. So, they rushed him to x-ray and found out I was right, and corrected it. Everything was a nightmare. There’s so much more. He had a raging staph infection. His skin was discolored throughout his entire body, looking leopard-like. They said he wouldn’t recover from it... just like when they wanted me to pull the plug and he fully recovered. It goes on and on... too much to think about, really. But, that’s when the doctor did the dirty work for me and told him that he had to go back to a nursing home. Anyway, this painting, and some of my dad’s other belongings (when I moved him out of that house with his roommate), was kept in the warehouse where I worked. When I finally got my piano and the other stuff out of there only a few years ago, I planned to bring this painting to my dad and hang it in his room at the home. He was looking forward to it, but then his health took a turn, and he died before I could bring it to him. So, it’s been sitting in my room since... painting side against the wall, to protect it, braced by other things. If I could get my own place, I would hang them all again. I think at this point, we’re stuck here until spring, losing more money to rent, medical, meds and all in the meantime. I just hope that nothing changes by spring and we can still make this happen before I won’t be able to contribute anything or do for myself in that way. We’ll see 🙏🏻

Oh! I almost forgot! Look what I came across yesterday: baby...

I noticed my photos program created this video this August. It’s mostly of Aiden (T’s Make-A-Wish kitty) one of the last times when he was real sick, and I’m also trying to connect on Skype with T for him in the video, lol... It helped him a lot. We finally managed to get through to each other. They Skyped daily a few times... he was anticipating it in the one shot. It was awful how he died. Just like my dad. Neither should have gone through what they did. I can’t let that happen to Marozi. Everyone needs to brace themselves soon. Neither my aunt or T are ready to have him put down, and I talk about it all the time, but both keep saying he’s better in between... For what? Half a day? Anyway, dreading it, too. But I can’t experience more like that. I just can’t. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen and been through too much already. The flashbacks of both of them are hard. And, not just of them... of the children I watched die in the hospital, of all of the medical stuff I saw with my kid, my dad, Alex, others and my beloved animals, too. I just can’t. But, here’s the video... strange... the music doesn’t fit either. And, although Aiden looks awful in these photos, it’s not so bad that I wince and cringe and feel that deep emotional pain. Just sharing to get it out, I guess: 

Currently watching, The Last Airbender, on our new 55″ TV. Not bad. Theater sound. Our old TV went out two days ago. Waiting to hear if T & Alexandria are coming over for AHS. I have the house to myself for a few hours. Relaxing now... Trying to get my symptoms to calm down. Hours late on meds. Still can’t go without them. I guess I need Prednisone this time. I don’t think life will ever be easy for me. Ever. Nothing new.  I have to accept that, and have, and will. (Wed. 1:45pm)

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Oh! You want to know what’s happening...

Well, T & Alexandria came over last night, but didn’t stay as late as usual. In part because my brother had to drive them home and needed to get up early today because he went to Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights. It must be nice to receive disability and health insurance and spend most of your time watching TV or playing video games or constantly going to amusement parks... Bitter, who me? And, I wasn’t feeling well, with my head foggy, so I didn’t feel like talking about any plans or progress on their part and they didn’t bring it up either. But, today, feeling worse I wrote to T. No response yet, but classes and work, etc. I’ll just paste screenshots. I left one little part out that is a little too personal to disclose publicly. Even if no response really, just knowing someone cares and listens is comforting (and I might delete a few later, but leave one that gives the gist for reference remembrance). I have to fwd them to be able to add here. I need a few. OK, here we go:

Maybe I said too much and it will just be skimmed again. But, I text, sent a detailed email before, and talk in person when I see them when I can and it doesn’t seem like I’m getting through to them. T tends to go into denial about the seriousness of a lot of things. I think it’s a coping mechanism. Like with Aiden and Marozi. Anyway, I noticed a few typos, too. Whatever. And, I typed loops instead of hoops (make you go through), but it feels more like loops, so it’s fitting, lol. I’m propped up in the living room chair with my support cushions and pillows, since my brother’s not here to take over the chair, and just made myself Double Spice Chai in my Stitch mug, and hope to find a movie to distract myself with for the time being. Hope your day is going smoothly! :)

Currently watching. Nothing else on...  Previously known in person, but I’ll take it as a refresher on these types.

TFBM (Source: thinned-skin via -thefixisin)

New listing townhouse. I went ahead and sent the link, saying that if we could get a different lender and a little more offered (not much more) this would be ideal. Coupled with my subtle joke, the funny part was in the real estate wording, trying to make it sound like an automatic chair was a big selling point: “What a deal!’’ (I don’t think they thought it was funny.)

Hard to see, but the stair chair is to the right, top of stairs.

TFBM

Peppermint tea and lights off, darkening blinds closed, diffusing a mix of Frankincense, Eucalyptus and Rosemary for the first hour. Next, I’ll add Peppermint and Lavender. The baby wants in with me so bad. He keeps rattling the doorknob and meowing in such a sorrowful way. He leaves and then comes back. It’s mid-afternoon. He can cat nap on the cat tree.

Putin will try a few scare tactics, through his cronies, but will let it go, not really caring. He has other tactics to gain his end, but I don’t think he realizes just how outdated most are, lol. It’s kind of funny to watch. But, on the serious side, it’s scary. 

Frankincense, Eucalyptus, Rosemary, Peppermint and Lavender is an odd combination. I’m mostly smelling the Frankincense and Eucalyptus now. The others must have brought out those two to the forefront. Frankincense helps boost the immune system and reduces inflammation. Eucalyptus stimulates the immune system, relaxes sore muscles, helps with depression and fatigue, sinus and allergies, and mental exhaustion; per science.

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#FBF This goes with the Knott’s stuff (Camp Snoopy)

WAIT! Something’s happening behind the scenes, like... I hear whispers and see many faces and finger pointing... what is it? WHAT IS IT? This pinned tweet is a distraction, a place holder, something people will stay with mentally, his signal to the alt right? I can’t tell. It’s a signal but for what? To who? Something’s going on. I hope it’s not something devastating. Stay vigilant whoever you are. I need to tune in, focus to see. WTH Trump? (Fri 9/27 8:45 pm)

ahem

I’m using this song to help focus...

Yes, I can. You underestimate me. Give it to me. IT, explosion, something missing. OK, blocking with energy. 

I Am Lion

+ Still no response from T even after I wrote again today...  I gave them a percentage of the original lender offer to deposit into their savings account to show we had at least that much for a down payment. Since it’s taking so long and doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen I’ve repeatedly told them both I need that money back to either use to afford moving/living expenses on my own, or medical if I’m without insurance much longer (part of the reason to move out of state), or to redeposit into the account it came from before the end of the year, if we move but not until spring, so I don’t get penalized for taking out too much this year without investment or proof of other mentioned.

Lemongrass tx alone right now, might add a few others. 

Cliff Burton has a few things to say in my last personal post. I’ll be adding them soon… lending his energy. Thanks for reminding me Faith No More. And, get well, James… I’ll be with you soon in energy. too. You’ve been through enough. And you’ve remained one of the nicest guys I know. Remember. (Yeah, I sound crazy. Who cares. I know what I’m doing.) Here’s this for now, live footage, from “Ride The Lightning” =

For Whom the Bell Tolls (9/28 4:24)

(5:23) Are you listening to the bass too?

Orion

The Call of Ktulu

The Four Horsemen

And, what do you know... I got a response, finally. It looks like I possibly can get insurance through them. Will be checking out the link sent to me soon. Fingers crossed.

Lemongrass tx, now with Teatree, Lavender & Cedarwood too.

OK, I’ll admit it, I’m slow because I haven’t been feeling well. We got part of it figured out... I used a “green” light, “green” in the Metallica song... money is “green”... Trump is suddenly receiving a lot of money, so they say... a golf course is “green”. IT, Intelligence Test, [What is an IT raid? IDK] (IT, Institute of Technology; IT, In Training...) Thank God for energy in the meantime... still need more.

Ohhh!!! IT, Income Tax [raid]. “Green” is money, and sudden donations, tax evasion… Trump! OK, we’ve gotten a little farther… oh, this is good. OK, golf resorts are “green”, too. Whispering on the “green”. Those who can do are you listening? Do the math… you’ve got this! There’s more. I’ll keep on, too.

I keep getting Moscow. Not Russia. Not Putin. Moscow. I don’t understand.

Even though T gave me info, and said they could give me the money back, nothing more was said. I told T to hang onto it for now and explained no rush, but by mid December at latest to redeposit if we don’t move before spring or if I need it sooner for medical expenses. Asked what they’re thinking at this point and an important question to be able to get the insurance too. I think they’re upset with me. But, come on... I’ve been more than fair and patient until now, when I have pressing matters. It’s sad and sucks. Everything.

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1, 5, and 18 for Barty!

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD!1: What does their bedroom look like?

he tries to make it at personalized as he can when he’s young, but he is required to make it presentable (by crouch’s standards) as it is part of the house.  most of his chaos is reserved for his clubhouse.

he has quidditch posters (ones deemed tasteful aesthetically within the context of the mansion, nothing obnoxious) and some of his nicer art pieces hung up on the walls in frames.  his broomstick is also mounted on the wall, kept clean and polished when he isn’t using it.  while his room is well-furnished, it does not look much like a child/teenager’s room at any point, really, besides some out of place items and the posters.  it’s kind of reminiscent of an ornate guest room.  he has quidditch themed blankets on the bunk bed in his clubhouse, but his room is best described as the rest of the mansion is:  a romantic, gothic, perhaps victorian aesthetic.  there’s a large bookshelf, mostly filled with textbooks and literature and the scant guilty pleasure fiction he can sneak in there.  he doesn’t have an overhead light, but various candle lit sconces on the walls and candles on tables.  the crouch mansion is mostly dark or royal colors with dim lighting, so his room is the same because it has to flow.  when he was a kid, he had to carry a candle once the sun set outside because he couldn’t use lumos, but it’s just too damn dark.  for that matter, there is a large window framed by heavy curtains because the entire mansion mostly uses natural sunlight for light during the day.  his window in his room is a bay window, one of those types where there is a cushioned seat in an alcove.  there is storage underneath.  he likes to sit on the cushions, snuggled up in blankets, and close the curtains to hide away.  it’s a safe space for him where he can just sit and read or draw in his sketchbook.  he has a proper desk, and he stores art supplies in the drawers, but it’s mostly reserved for various kinds of paperwork because he is terrified he might get it dirty.  which would make his father mad.  it’s also generally cleared of anything besides small decorations; he has to put away all his work when he is no longer at his desk, so it is presentable.

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

his room at home is, as mentioned above, pristine.  it has to be.  at hogwarts, his space in the dorms varies in state by how functional he is.  he’s hypervigilant because of his dad and not generally messy, so it is preferably nice.  however, without his father’s eye on him, he allows his depression to put it in a state of disarray when he’s particularly deep in a spell.

in everything else, he’s very clean and organized.  he enjoys long showers or baths because it’s one of the few things he does where he can turn off his brain for a damn second.  even when he’s depressed, he cannot allow himself to forgo personal hygiene.  it drives him bonkers with anxiety and makes him self-conscious.  he’s so touchy with people that he CANNOT risk anything that might make being close to others unpleasant, like smelling bad or being greasy.  he overthinks it.  he wears cologne, but it’s subtle because he doesn’t want anyone to react negatively to it if it irritates their nose or if they plain just don’t like it.  never ever ever skip deodorant.  he anxiety sweats sometimes.  if he forgets, it stays on his mind, and that makes his anxiety about it worse, and then he’s sweating more.  brushing teeth and mouthwash every day.  careful shaving once he hits that age. 

barty only ever thinks about what others think of him; it’s just a root piece of his personality, so absolutely anything out of place at the beginning of the day distracts him all day.  a friend musses up his hair?  that’s fine, his friend did it, and he loves everything his friends do.  bedhead in the morning?  that’s fucking awful because that’s something wrong with him that he did to himself due to lack of care.  this is his thought process about pretty much everything.  spilling ink on himself?  people will think he’s careless and clumsy and stupid.  his friend spills ink on him?  that’s something funny and a moment they shared together and something he can tell people about with a grin on his face because he’s showing off how close he is to that person.

his note-taking is pleasing to look at because crouch made sure barty’s penmanship would reflect the crouch image in school and professional writing.  as an artist, he was interested in calligraphy, so he didn’t mind this so much.  his letters are very pretty, and he usually rewrites and rewrites them until they look perfect. 

post-azkaban, all of these are iffy because he’s barely holding himself together.  he suffers extreme disorganized thought due to azkaban and mostly because of the imperius curse.  for a long while, he couldn’t even draw properly, as everything he drew seemed reminiscent of the clock test patients with dementia take, as it tests for neurological problems.

obviously, this really made things hard with paperwork while posing as moody.  it took more work than it should have to copy moody’s writing style and to write in general.  he recovered, but there was an initial period of time where he had to ask moody to write paperwork for him while he simply supervised.

18: Favorite beverage?

i love how random this one is lmao, but it’s chai tea !!!!!  give him’a that’a SPICE !  😩👌

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i got tagged by @thirteenstardisfam thanks buddy :)

favourite flower/plant/tree?

idk man, im an animal girl, not a plant girl. you should have seen me when i had to memorize grasses for horse management, it was rough. but i guess a willow tree? theyre pretty

favourite colours?

blue, green and purple. like a bruise lol

what do you always doodle?

i .... dont. i cant draw for shit, if i doodle its just random lines streaked across my paper

how do you take your coffee/tea?

fuck coffee. its nasty. i like sweet tea tho. good old southern sweet tea is just the best. also a slut for a chai tea latte

favourite candle scent?

i got something called like spiced apple toddy or whatever from bath and body works and im obsessed with it

sunset or sunrise?

sunrise. theres just something so peaceful about the dawn, when the world is silent and still slightly cool from the night and theres no one around except for you and some horses and the sun is painting the sky with colors that no one else is watching as the day slowly starts to warm up....

also my body is a piece of shit and thinks i always need to be awake for the sunrise even when im not working or going to a horse show so watching the sun rise from my window kinda makes up for that. im actually watching it right now. been watching it for the past hour.

what perfume do you wear?

eau de barn. pretty much all the time at this point in my life. i am a dirty barn girl

favourite quotes?

umm i dont really have a good quote, but ill drop my favorite passage from a book. its from the name of the wind, by patrick rothfuss and this is the quote that directly inspired lin manuel miranda to write the story of tonight in hamilton. seriously, i love this book so much and i can only hope to one day be writing as well as patrick can because his prose is just stunning.

“In the fullness of time, and with considerable help from Deoch and Wilem, I became drunk.Thus it was that three students made their slightly erratic way back to the University. See them as they go, weaving only slightly. It is quiet, and when the belling tower strikes the late hour, it doesn’t break the silence so much as it underpins it. The crickets, too, respect the silence. Their calls are like careful stitches in its fabric, almost too small to be seen.The night is like warm velvet around them. The stars, burning diamonds in the cloudless sky, turn the road beneath their feet a silver grey. The University and Imre are the hearts of understanding and art, the strongest of the four corners of civilization. Here on the road between the two there is nothing but old trees and long grass bending to the wind. The night is perfect in a wild way, almost terrifyingly beautiful.The three boys, one dark, one light, and one—for lack of a better word—fiery, do not notice the night. Perhaps some part of them does, but they are young, and drunk, and busy knowing deep in their hearts that they will never grow old or die. They also know that they are friends, and they share a certain love that will never leave them. The boys know many other things, but none of them seem as important as this. Perhaps they are right.“

favourite self-care routine?

cuddle an animal like my snake or go ride a horse. just get on and run.

fuzzy socks or house slippers?

slippers

what colour are your eyes?

brown

favourite season?

spring! thats when we get LAMBS and FOALS and im not SAD and COLD all the time and its the BEST

cheek, neck or nose kisses?

cheek

do you ever want to be married?

idk man. to get married you gotta actually find someone and i havent had the best of luck with that

cursive or print?

print

what’s your favourite weather?

like 60-70 degree ish with a slight breeze so i can go either in short sleeves or a light sweater

havent done one of those in while, that was fun

im not gonna tag anyone because idk who to tag BUT if you like dr who and you go to my fic (because i just published a new chapter) and leave me a kudos or comment ill tag you lol

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“Can I have a Dirty Werewolf?”

RFA Coffee House AU - Halloween

Pairing: Zen x Reader/MC

Summary: The RFA are baristas at Rika and V’s cafe.  Contains fluff!  …Not as dirty as the title sounds. <3

Word Count: Approx. 1500

Protip:  The ever-so-generous @digitalscratch-arting bestowed upon me an illustration!  (I’m so happy!!)

Halloween wasn’t for everybody, but its main perk was obvious: the excuse to dress up as a colourful character with minimal judgement from the public. And anybody could appreciate a good costume, whether one dressed up or not. You couldn’t help but admire some particularly intricate outfits as you walked to your favourite coffeehouse: Rika’s Coffee Shoppe.

It was a crisp day; just warm enough that trick-or-treaters could openly wear their more practical costumes. The sun was close to setting, so there were a few witches sporting warm scarves, and you spotted one or two ninjas wearing a fluffy hat. You had to smile at that; practicality and panache collided.

As you swung the cafe door open, the usual bell that you were familiar with hearing was replaced with a witch’s laughter.

That’s different, you thought, looking up in surprise and seeing a tiny plush pumpkin swinging where the bell used to be.

“HAPPY HALLOWEEN!” Someone screamed from the counter, then laughed when you flinched.

“Seven!” you exclaimed, your voice sharp, but an involuntary smile starting across your face.

There were three of the usual baristas at the counter: Seven was leaning casually near the register, doing nothing useful, Saeran had his head down as he wiped the counter down, and Yoosung was finishing off the drinks for a small group of girls at the end. The twin redheads were wearing coordinated costumes; Seven was dressed as a pharaoh, complete with ornate headdress and jewelry, and Saeran had a mummy costume on. However, on closer inspection as you came close, you realized Saeran was wearing his favourite sweater and jeans underneath costume bandages. He didn’t look like he had planned his costume.

“…Did you get ambushed by Seven this morning?” you asked the quiet barista.

“How could you tell?” he deadpanned, giving you a bland look.

You both shared apologetic smiles, yours warm and bright, his cool but not unfriendly. Saeran often got caught in the wake of his brother’s shenanigans. It was all too easy for you to imagine Saeran coming down to breakfast, half awake, only to be attacked by Seven with a giant roll of mummy bandages. Thankfully, this was one of Seven’s more harmless pranks.

“Your usual?” Seven called to you from the register, his heavy jewellery tinkling as he waved enthusiastically at you.

“Yes, please!” you answered, heading over to him, already pulling your wallet out.

“Aw, but you didn’t even look at my special menu~!” Seven pouted, motioning to the chalkboard behind him, “Look! I worked so hard on it!”

You raised your eyebrows, then looked up to the menu board. There were fancy mixed drinks designed especially for the holiday.  Some were cold, most were hot, and they all had names that had something to do with Halloween, like “Boo-berry Tea” and “Vampire Elixir.”  And somebody had doodled decorations representing each drink beside their description.

“Oh, those are cool!” you complimented, seeing how detailed the new drinks were, “Did you make the recipes up yourself?”

With a glint in his eye, Seven started to answer, but Yoosung quickly interrupted, stuffing a napkin into the red-head’s mouth. You saw that the blond was wearing a black cat costume, with a leather belt for a tail and black mask over his face. He looked oddly familiar…

“Saeran and I did,” Yoosung interjected, giving Seven a dirty look, “We stayed up late for the past three nights, taste testing and experimenting. Seven was supposed to help, but he ended up just sucking down whipped cream the whole evening. If he even showed up.”

“What…well…I named the drinks!” Seven protested, his eyes filling with alligator tears.

You smiled at their antics, knowing this was a typical day for all of them. You half-listened as you continued looking at the new menu.

“Nope, still Saeran and me,” Yoosung insisted, crossing his arms and ignoring his friend’s tears.

“I…wrote the board?”

“That was Saeran! You were supposed to help, and you didn’t show up at work until we were already almost done decorating the board. And then you said, ‘Eh, you’re almost done, anyway!’ then you ate a whole cup of whipped cream.”

“…I drew the kitty pawprint in the corner there,” Seven said meekly.

Yoosung fell silent. You saw him glance at Saeran, who was now polishing the coffee mugs. He made a tiny nod, and Yoosung’s expression softened.

“Fine. You drew…” the black cat turned his gaze to the board, searching for Seven’s handiwork, then he frowned again when he found it, “…that dinky thing right there? That’s it?!”

“Have you chosen your drink yet, valued customer?” Seven jumped in, hurrying to lean over the counter towards you with begging in his eyes, “Please?”

“Um…I would like to try…could I get a Dirty Werewolf?” you requested, looking at a Chai-based drink.   It looked hot, spiced, and tasty.

“Comin’ right up!” Seven said eagerly, and with that, he ran off to the back room, out of sight.

He ran so fast that your hair shifted in the direction he had disappeared to. Even Saeran and Yoosung looked stunned.

“Do…” Yoosung paused, then looked to the back room door, “Why…?”

Saeran openly sighed and continued with polishing mugs. Seven didn’t take long; soon, you all could hear his footsteps reapproaching…as well as someone protesting?

“…-et me go! My shift doesn’t start for another half hour! What’re you doing, Seven?!”

Crashing through the door, the red-haired prankster hauled another of the cafe’s baristas behind the counter. There was a blur of red mixed with silver hair, and suddenly, a tall, beautiful man in costume tail and ears stood before you.

“Your Dirty Werewolf, just like you ordered!” Seven grinned, motioning to his coworker.

“I’m not dirty, you-…oh. Oh!” Zen started to growl at Seven, but he stopped and softened as soon as he realized that it was you at the counter, “Uh…h-hey! Hey, how are you!”

You smiled and greeted him back, slight embarrassment colouring both your faces. Zen had been your secret crush since you started visiting this cafe. He was handsome and sweet and courtly, with just the right amount of romantic cheesiness to make you weak at the knees without feeling too guilty about it. Being who he was, he was always popular with the other ladies who visited the coffeehouse, but he always drew a rose on your coffee cups when he served you. You didn’t know if it was special, or not, but the gesture still warmed your heart.

“You’re a werewolf!” you said, gesturing at his ears and tail.

“Yeah! Not a dirty one. Not really. Just a werewolf,” Zen said quickly, the points of fangs barely visible as he spoke, “Uh…what’re you dressed as?”

“Hm? Oh…” you looked down at what you were wearing, then chuckled, “Uh…the heroine from one of my favourite games. She wears a beige sweater-dress like this one.”

“I like it! You’re really cute!” Zen blurted, then clapped a hand over his mouth.

Seven started to laugh, but Saeran slapped a hand over his brother’s mouth, stifling his own laughter with his other hand. Yoosung, you could see in the corner of your eye, had slapped his forehead before continuing to pour a drink.

“Really?” you asked without thinking, the notes of hope in your voice completely silencing the twins, “Th…thank you! I like your costume, too…it suits you.”

Zen chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders, and he leaned more casually against the counter. “I’m glad you like it.”

“He wasn’t even gonna dress up until V said it was mandatory,” you thought you heard Yoosung mutter to Saeran.

“I, um…I ordered a Dirty Werewolf,” you said shyly, “But I was kind of expecting the one with cinnamon…”

“Oh, wel-“ Zen started, but mid-word, Seven shoved a stick of cinnamon into his mouth, effectively silencing him.

“As ordered,” Seven grinned, ignoring the glare Zen was sending him.

“Please take the Zen to go,” Yoosung sighed, handing a completed handcrafted beverage in a travel cup to Zen, “He’s been making your drinks with ‘extra TLC,’ as he calls it, since you first started visiting, and frankly, it’s getting exhausting.”

“Really?” you asked again, constantly being surprised that evening. You turned your gaze to a now openly blushing Zen, “You…you have?”

“…guys, I really don’t need the interference,” Zen grumbled, “Do you have any idea how emasculating-“

“Is that a flower that you’re drawing on that cup, there?” Yoosung asked, looking pointedly at your Dirty Werewolf.

All of you could see that Zen was drawing a rose onto your cup with a special red marker he had in his apron pocket.

“…your drink, princess,” Zen mumbled, holding the drink out to you.

“Thank you,” you smiled, taking the cup and subconsciously cradling it over your heart, “…I’m sure you draw flowers for all the girls.”

“…Just my favourites,” Zen said reluctantly, then coyly added, “And I only ever have one favourite.”

He gave you a smouldering, suggestive gaze, and you felt your face heat up in response.

“Um…s…so when does a Dirty Werewolf get off work?” you said offhandedly, the slight quaver in your voice betraying how casual you wanted to sound.

Saeran had to stifle Seven’s giggles again.

“About 10:30, tonight,” Zen said sheepishly, “How about you come here, and I’ll treat you to dessert?”

“I’d like that! Um…I’ll see you then?”

“Yeah! ..and happy Halloween!”

-fin-

iT’s sTiLL HaLLoWeEn sOmEwHeRe…!

So, @monkeyhazard on the Zine Team posted this:

So.  That inspired this fic!  And Halloween gave me the excuse to make Zen a werewolf.  Otherwise, we’d have a crazy, supernatural coffee house AU, and that’s a bit of a hat on a hat…

Yoosung’s costume was a reference to Chat Noir (from Miraculous Ladybug)!  Saeran, I wanted to tease with Seven, and I wanted them to have matching costumes. Jumin and Jaehee were supposed to make appearances, but they didn’t really fit into the story… Jumin was supposed to be a magician, but all he did was add a cape, and he happened to be pale from a cold, so he was accidentally dressed as a vampire.  Jaehee, I wanted to wear a maid costume.  V and Rika were supposed to be a Grim Reaper (black cloak, anyone?) and Neil Gaiman’s Death, but again, I didn’t have much of an excuse to add them.

Thanks for reading!  I hope you enjoyed it!

[twistednuns]

August 2019

India // It’s incredibly hard to sum up my feelings about India and Nepal. It was a truly incredible trip. And so exhausting. It was enriching, interesting, hard, disgusting, educational, everything. This is not the place to talk about my experience at length so I’ll just write down some nice moments I collected along the way //   

on the go // the huge corner toilet at MUC airport departures / Rischart coffee / the smell of the Emirates airline NOIR lotion they offer in their bathrooms / cherry-flavoured Skittles //    Delhi // brightly painted buses and tuk-tuks / eating at AB veg restaurant in Hauz Khas, inredibly delicious and cheap / being lucky enough to choose the hostel in Hauz Khas village; meeting Dominique, Christie, Ayush, Samar and Julia / all those talks we had about linguistics, education systems, the future, politics, travelling, home, friends, experiences with magic mushrooms, Hannah Arendt, travelling (…); talking to Christy about her past, family, criminal record / Mosambi juice / Nici constantly flirting with me, trying to seduce me. She told me I’m posh, assertive, regal and I know myself very well. Making out with her was fun but honestly… not worth the drama. / Mosambi juice / a consultation with a renowned Ayurveda doctor - I loved talking to her even though she wasn’t able to tell me anything I hadn’t known already; sometimes it’s nice to get the confirmation that what you found out on your own is exactly the right thing / eating momos and Kathi rolls, the best Thalis / parties on the rooftop until the sunrise interrupted us; grilling whole fish, saying goodbye to Julia, singing along to Louise Attaque and Cher songs / riding rickshaws through Delhi; extra fun: squeezing 5 people in and listening to club music / the sheets smelling chalky with a hint of grape sugar / dancing at Raasta / petting cute street doggies / a cooking class with Mansi and her family in North Delhi - delicious food and really nice people, I fell in love with the mum / eating at Social (that building is just amazing) and strolling through the little alleys and stores at Hauz Khas village with Christie; she showed me the place where she got her linnen dresses and we talked to a jewellery store owner for quite a while / the spice market, climbing up a building and watching the men flying their kites, tasting some street food and spices, realiszing that there is a market street dedicated to a single group of things like the shoe market, the jewellery market etc. / the Brit Brats sharing their joints; tripping to Bayonne / the hidden merchant streets with colourful wall art around the entrances / PANEER (!) / stand-up comedy with a female comedian / elevator selfies / learning about the development of Indian scripts and letters/characters in Sanskrit in the National Museum; erotic sculptures, very detailed paintings depicting badass, tiger-hunting ladies / I saw a peacock. Cows, chipmunks, pigs, horses, monkeys, goats, guinea pigs, bunnies, cats and dogs, bats, herons, boars, caterpillars, centipedes, horses, donkeys (…) / finding the perfect triangular earrings with gemstones at the Dilli Haat market; getting some nice dresses, too / living on water and mango juice, feeling very light and clean, having an empty stomach all the time / Gandhi Smriti, retracing Mahatma’s last steps before his assassination / feeling human again after a few days in bed - I love the power of make-up, bananas, fresh clothes and those pink little Pepto-Bismol pills the Canadian lady gave me / Delhi central station; just WOW. It’s places like that which make you realise just how many people there are in India. //   

Rishikesh // the man helping me with the bus to Rishikesh; the kindness of strangers / “I thank the Lord for the people I have found” (Elton John - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters) / emotional bus rides: crying for no reason, letting go, for the first time in a very long time; emotional turmoil, softening up; leaving people and whole countries behind / seeing the huge Shiva ceremony at the Ganges from the bus / my yoga teacher training, getting to know the other students / learning about a magic trick against bad posture / instant karma / the view from the rooftop, watching the sunrise over the lower Himalaya mountains / the simple, vega, ayurvedic food they offered at the ashram / visiting the temples with the apprentice yogi and his scooter; walking up 13 stories in the blazing sun, receiving a blessing and some red string around my wrist; taking part in the Ganga ceremony at sunset / the Beatles Ashram; it’s just this amazing place with incredible street art, and those ruins, the meditation caves and eggs on the rooftop… climbing up there was one of my highlights in Rishikesh / close second: visiting a meditation cave at the Ganges, a bit further up in the mountains; a monk had spent 15 years in that cave practising meditation / all the beautiful shops around town focussing on yoga accessoires / putting my feet in the Ganges #blessed #moksha / learning about my aggression during silent yoga / all the animals around town: horses, donkeys, cows, monkeys and whatnot //   

Varanasi // taking the night train for the first time; I shared my little compartment with a family and three little children but they were surprisingly dramafree and actually quite cute / a sunset boat trip on the Ganges, seeing the ghats, the ceremonies, the moon rise / the little alleys behind the ghats; the stores, the surprises / Marnikarnika Ghat was really impressive; it’s the cremation place and I saw dead bodies for the first time / accidentally discovering the Dirty Chai Cafe (chocolate peanut butter shakes and fresh, cold mint lemonade), finding a Kamala Das poetry book on the shelf / spending an afternoon with the German journalist (so weird how the atmosphere shifts when you’re accompanied by a man there; also our dynamic made me feel so glad to be travelling alone, to only be responsible for myself, to be independent); sharing a banana and water surrounded by goats in Hanuman Ghat; the view over the river from his room; him gently stroking my cheekbone / buying two saris in a little corner shop / my jewellery quest (unsuccessful) / eating fresh fruit salad after hardly eating solid food for days / checking out that little park on my last day, the air buzzing with dragonflies / watching the sunset from the hostel’s rooftop, filming a slow motion video / India brings out trauma and deep emotions; the people kept staring at me for whatever reason; I kept having disturbing dreams about my dead father and grandmother; and the mob-video Christy showed me didn’t help either (the whole village carried a man through the streets, eventually beating him up because he couldn’t pay off his debts) //   

Nepal // the first view of Nepal from the bus windows - how much greener, how much emptier it is than India / meeting some nice people on the bus - an American, a Brit and two Frenchies; grabbing dinner in Kathmandu with the latter / watching the sunrise at the border between India and Nepal / sitting next to the mayor of small town council on the bus ride; communicating with hand and feet / the Kathmandu valley is such a gorgeous sight / I got lucky with my hostel; Yakety Yak was a really nice and quiet place to stay; they even had laundry service and a shelf with free books - I read two or three of them because I behaved like a good (home)sick German abroad: bed, Haribo, carbonated water, trashy literature / visiting Bhaktapur, a gorgeous small town in the Kathmandu valley / watching the latest Tarantino movie at the cinema; the tickets were incredibly cheap / walking up the hill to the temple and the monastery, enjoying the incredible view over the surrounding hills; meeting two ladies from Austria, they live close to my old university town; walking to the centre through back alleys, stopping at a rooftop cafe, ordering three drinks at once (liquid diet) / that one jewellery store near the Pokhara bus station - I found some gorgeous brass rings with precious stones for little money / the busy square, the markets / hanging out in the hammock in my hostel in Pokhara, overlooking the lake / watching the skydivers land / the ayurvedic cafe and the other place serving smoothie bowls by the lake - it’s such a fantastic moment when you finally feel hungry again and eat a little solid food after fasting/suffering for a few days / two incredibly weird guys from Latvia and Berlin who provided a nice, mellow ending for my shitty day and even made me survive the mosquito attacks / meeting my travel agent who actually took me out dancing and gave me a ride on his motorcycle to the bus stop; he even gave me some fruit for the ride / By the Way starting to play while waiting for Vietnamese food / hunting down a place that sells semi-precious stone columns in Kathmandu; negotiating with the old lady selling them; getting some brass souvenirs for my friends and family / the view from the airplane - seeing the Himalaya for the first time; I pity people who’ve stopped looking out of windows //   

Coming home. I’ve NEVER felt happier entering my apartment after a trip. Being alone. Truly alone. Silence. Three rooms just for me. My bed. Having all my stuff back. Toiletries! Nice body lotion. My favourite perfume. Going to the supermarket. Unpacking all the jewellery, clothes and knick-knacks I bought. Taking care of my plants.   

Making a huge batch of my favourite ratatouille / pasta sauce.   

Visiting Manu in hospital. Cheering him up a little bit.   

Finally receiving my black and white analogue photos. I loved the shot of Andre looking like he’s being kissed by a dementor. And Lexi looking dead cool at ADBK.   

Pizza party at Grano with Lena. Eating sorbet out of a lemon.   

Riding my bike through the forest on a sunny morning. Stopping to take pictures of the beautiful light, the yellow flowers. Spending too much money at the garden center. Driving home, IKEA bags full of plants.  

 Inventing my signature manicure: a little black dot just above the nailbed.   

Having an evening beer outside at Sofa So Good with Andre.   

Stumbling upon Konsti. The one who ghosted me years ago after a beautiful summer spent kissing in lakes because his therapist had told him so. Well, we talked for a few days, but guess what - he just ghosted me for a second time. Fool me one - shame on you. Fool me twice - shame on me.

[creatinglife-rejectedbydeath]

Dossier

Full name: Tangled Hiran Ui

Nickname(s) or Alias: None

Sex: Male

Gender: Bigender [He/They]

Species: Empowered Human

Age: 148

Birthday: 10/10/XXXXXX

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Grey-Asexual, Demiromantic

Religion: None

City or town of birth: Garu Slums

Currently lives: [Verse Dependant]

Languages spoken: English, Russian, Korean

Native language: English

Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 124

Figure/build: Andro, muscular, thicc, long legs, elegant

Hair colour: Slightly  greying dark brown

Hairstyle: Long and unkept

Hairtype: 4B Curly, thick,long

Facial Hairstyle: None

Eye colour: One Blue, One brown

Skin/fur/etc colour: Dark brown with plenty of birthmarks and scars

Tattoos: large thorn and snake tattoo covering his chest, runic tattoo on his junk

Piercings: None

Scars/distinguishing marks: Plenty of scars from early childhood, webbed burns on legs from being electrocuted

Preferred style of clothing: casual and nondescript

Frequently worn jewellery/accessories:ear cuffs and anklets

HEALTH

Smoker?: Occasionally

Drinker?: Occasionally

Recreational Drug User? Which?: None

Addictions: —

Allergies: Apples, Mild silver allergy

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Weak Eyes

Any medication regularly taken: None

PERSONALITY

Personality: Wary, Observant, Alert, Brilliant, Perceptive, Playful, Curious, Precise, Private, Protective, Amoral, Obsessive, Mistrustful

Likes: Robotics, Cybernetics, Androids, Machinery, Prosthesis, Schematics, building, crafts, art, drawing, making weapons, building robots/androids/cybernetic parts, money, parfaits, a good fight, studying people and creatures, Fantasy Books, RPGs, Shibari, Magic, Animals, Dolls

Dislikes: Small spaces, Dirty places, disorganization, rot, his creations breaking or being damaged, Biographies, Bigots, Abusers, Tazers, Maggots, Eggs, Being Betrayed, the Ocean

Fears/phobias: Betrayal, Deep Pits, Being Helpless,

Favourite colour: Black, Dark Green, Lilac Purple

Hobbies: Building, Drawing, Learning, RPG games, training, studying the habits and cultures of people and creatures

Taste in music: Metal, Chillstep, Rock, Lofi Hip-Hop, ‘Horror’ genre music, orchestral music

SKILLS

Talents/skills: Design, Building machines, cooking, cleaning, organization, singing, dancing, fighting, dramatic reading, making stories, thoroughly completing video games, acrobatics, hiding, stealth,

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: Yes. Fairly well

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Omnivore

Favourite food(s): Parfait, Fish, Spicy Noodles, Mango, Watermelon, Cantaloupe, Spinach, Pudding, Whipped Creme, Honey, Stuffed Bread, Creme Puffs

Favourite drink(s): Spiced Chai Tea, Green Tea, Lavender Lemonade, Coffee with tons of creme and sugar

Disliked food(s): Beef, Pork, Squid, Eel, Guinea Pig, Peaches, Pizza, tart apples, cotton candy

Disliked drink(s): Black Coffee, Energy Drinks, Mountain Dew, Warm Water

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character’s house/home: Well fortified and cozy, full of traps and puzzles

Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: Their creations

Significant/special belongings: Creations, home, work stations

CAREER

Level of education: Genius in most areas

Qualifications: Bodyguard, coder, engineer, Roboticist, repairperson, weapons maker

Current job title and description: Mercenary, Roboticist for hire, weapon maker for hire, medical Roboticist

Name of employer: Various,Self

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: Chaotic Neutral

Fighting skills/techniques: Grappling, Disabling, Breaking, Using agility to gain upper hand, ruthlessly uses environment and tools

Special skills/magical powers/etc: Superhuman physical attributes, high regen, ageless, deathless, death sight, aura sight, black blood (extra delicious to things that eat people) gives him immunity to toxins and poisons but also curses him to be a target to those that hunt humans- an almost irresistible snack/empowering to those that consume it: including himself

Weapon of choice (if any): Blades, Guns, Own body, various creations

Weaknesses in combat: Overthinks everything, overly cautious, treats everything like potential life and Death

Strengths in combat: Agile, Ruthless, Good at identifying weak points, Strong

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: Devon Ui, Anita Ui

Are parents alive or dead?: Alive

Is the character still in contact with their parents?: No

Siblings? Relationship with siblings?: Five, distant and cold

Other Important Relatives: Distant Uncle

Partner/Spouse: None

Children: None

Best Friend: None

Other Important Friends: None

Acquaintances: His creations

Pets: None

Enemies? Why are they enemies?: Many Family, past targets, former co-residents in jail, Cosmo

[dreams-of-headcanons]

The newer OC I mentioned

The OC I’ve said almost nothing about yet and there’s no Art of them yet. I’m gonna talk about them some here. Some of this might be a little vague because I don’t have any major ideas for them yet. Them as in they’re one person but prefer gender neutral pronouns.

They are a skeleton. They go by gender neutral pronouns and since they’re a skeleton they can form either a biological male or female body. They might even form an ecto body sometimes with no biological parts, just to troll someone. Just an idea because I kinda want them to be a bit of a smartass. They might even form boobs and male genitals at the same time. Because they like having boobs. They favor either gender neutral or feminine clothes. Some comfy, decent pants and a shirt and/or their favorite hoodie/coat. They occasionally wear a dress if they feel like it. Their usual casual outfits are Punk style. They like combat boots. Or sandals if they’re feeling lazy. Their design has a really Underfell vibe.

The original idea for them started with me wanting to make a kind of psycho-ish character. Sort of like Sweeney Todd but not quite? Kinda? I just like psycho characters. Anyways, they would be a smartass and most of the time, at least with their loved ones, they would be a total sweetheart. Kind, gentle, nice. Even to strangers if the strangers are polite as well. But if you mess with one of their loved ones or they catch you messing with an innocent that’s when they snap. They’ll never hurt an innocent but if you’re some sort of bad, abusive person then they’ll zero in on you like a heat seeking missile.

They won’t kill their target usually, at least not right away or if certain characters restrain them. Like if one of the Tale or Swap bros, especially Berry or Papaya, encouraged them to calm down, they would listen but only to them. And honestly the Fell and Swapfell bros wouldn’t try to calm them down because that’s just how it is in their AUs. They don’t kill too often anyways. Very rarely. Most of the time they just beat the shit out of their target or torture them until the target is begging to be let go and promising that they’ll change their ways if they’re allowed to live.

Along with their edgy look they have 4 eye sockets. The inspiration for this comes from me wearing glasses. I wanted to make a skeleton character and for some reason I thought about my glasses and how when I was younger I got called 4 eyes by a few people. So I was like what if I gave them 4 eye sockets instead of glasses? Hmmm, I like this idea! So I went with it.

I was considering a Font name but another idea I had was Chai because Chai is a type of tea and it would fit a theme because my nickname here is Chamomile, also a type of tea. Chamomile is the name I’m using for my Lamia OC too but I’m kinda considering naming her Rosie instead because her snake type is a rosy boa. And I love roses. I might even make her hair pink instead of dirty blonde. Maybe. Or keep the blonde and add pink bangs or highlights. Anyways, I picked Chai for my psycho skelly because Chai tea has a lot of spices in it. It’s a strong tea with a lot of kick and I thought it fit their personality.

I don’t know that I would ever really use the character but it was a fun idea anyways. I kinda wanna focus on my Lamia OC and try using her some. But I still wanted to share Chai and type up some ideas for them because I’d been storing it all in my brain