#orgins of a meal

[dare-g]

Origins of a Meal (1979)

[nanowatzophina]

Some doodles from my current replay of Rosal’s pt.

[marleyybluu]

Differences

husband!Rio x f!black!OC ( Toni - no relation to Miss Braxton.)

Word count: 3.2k

Content warning: 18+, smut out the ass, riding, fingering, p in v, creampie, use of the word cock sorry oops, baby-making boogie, doubts about marriage, doubts about kids, fluff, Rio being in love, lot of switching between his names, allusion to food play if you squint hard enough (?). lmk if I missed any.

A/N: this was orginally for... someone else iykyk mind your business, but I switched last minute. Also I gave Rio a middle name lol

(Not my gif, found off Pinterest. but FUCK ME he looks good)

They'd been married for four years. They enjoyed their marital life, going on various trips, spending their money all willy-nilly since it was just the two of them, having parties at their house every holiday but something was missing. At least for Toni. She always wanted to be a mother, children invaded her heart and soul her whole life. Her sisters had children that she loved to babysit, she was even in the delivery room a few times. She'd become a teacher for the sole purpose of spending her days with young ones, making a difference in their lives and loving them wholeheartedly as much as she could.

But it seemed like Rio wasn't in the same boat. Which was stupid because they made sure to have this discussion before they got married and he was on board one hundred percent, Toni wanted to make her husband a father, she wanted to see him cradle a little blanket in his arms, she wanted to see him snuggling next to the chubbiest cheeks and she wanted to see his face light up at their first word but, again, he seemed to not want it for himself.

It was frustrating.

She'd let the four years pass, it was a good time window, they had time to get their lives together and buy a house, fully furnish it, settle into a decent neighbourhood and buy an SUV to fit the little family they dreamed of.

Toni even made sure to let him know when she was ovulating, the perfect opportunity to try and make a child, but he'd shrivel up and disappear when she brought it up. Then she'd spend her nights quietly doubting his interest in kids, his interest in her.

They hadn't spoken in four days, the aftermath of their first real argument, the vibes in the house were heavy and sometimes a bit awkward. She even started staying late at work to avoid him even longer.

They weren't all that selfish, they still said good morning and good night but that was about it. Little to her knowledge it was killing Rio. He hated the silent treatment from her, she was his girl they talked all the time, this had been the best relationship he'd ever been in, he didn't want to fuck it up but it felt like he already did.

He tried sneaking his way back into her heart by leaving little love notes, cooking her favourite meals and turning on her favourite shows in hopes she'd join him on the couch but all he got was the cold shoulder and he understood. He fucked up big time.

"I'm ovulating." She stated plainly. Rio just blinked and shrugged. She groaned. "Christopher, I can't do this anymore, I'm dropping hints that I want to start trying and you... you ignore me."

"I'm not ready."

"When will you be? Because I am."

He chuckled nervously. "Come on, Toni, we cannot be parents. We'll fuck it up."

The look on her face sent his heart into the pit of his stomach, her eyes glossy with tears coming in, and a harsh; "Fuck you, Christopher!"  To follow suit. It stung hearing those words, if she ever said them it was more so in a playful manner but this time she had rage, anger behind her words and rightfully so. But tonight he was determined to make amends, he could not keep living like this.

It was Friday, and Toni decided she'd come home a little earlier. Rio sat up quickly at the sound of her car door slamming and the keys on her keychain jingling as she sifted for the house key. The door opened and he tried his best to keep his cool. "Hi, darlin." He greeted.

"Hey." She said in the most monotone voice he'd ever heard. "Hungry?" He asked. "Nah, I'm cool."

Toni slipped off her shoes and crept up the stairs to their room, she placed her purse on a chair nearby and sighed, just ready to shower and lay down for the rest of the weekend. She walked past their bathroom intending to head to her Vanity but a red spot on the floor caught her eye, and then another... and another. But they weren't spots, they were rose petals, a trail of them leading up to the tub that was already filled with water, the smell of her lavender bath bomb invading her senses. On the counter were a few lit candles and her little speaker so she could play music.

She swallowed her smile and headed back to the room to collect her clothes for the night. Meanwhile, Rio was finishing the final touches on his persuasive dinner downstairs. He made Macaroni just the way she taught him, some rice and chicken, even topped it off with a red velvet cake... okay so he bought the cake but it was the thought that counted right?

He set up the table for both of them to eat together, he set up the forks and knives on the table with a small vase of her favourite flower, pink Dahlia's. His palms were suddenly sweaty, tonight was make or break. If he didn't fix things tonight he had no idea where they would stand after.

Almost an hour later, Toni decided she'd close the distance between them only because she was hungry. Her feet pressed against the carpeted stairs as she descended onto the main floor, the living room was empty, Rio left whatever he was watching on pause. Her head whipped over to the kitchen smelling a lovely fragrance, she followed the trail and stopped in her tracks at the opening to the kitchen. She watched as Rio scrambled to plate their food, she tilted her head and smiled lightly, her eyes slowly forming into hearts. Oh, how she loved him.

"Do you want help?" She asked making her presence known, Rio shook his head. "Just sit and be pretty." She giggled. "I have no problem doing that."

She sat around the table, her eyes landing on the Dahlia's, her smile widened. "You got these for me?"

"Of course," He replied walking with two plates in his hand like a waiter, he put hers down first and then his. "Any drink requests?" He asked. She motioned her finger in a 'come here' motion, his eyebrows knitting with confusion but following her non-verbal instruction, she cupped his face pulling him even closer until their lips, moulding into one. She'd been wanting to kiss him for days, she didn't know if she could ever hold a grudge this long again.

The kiss was quick, just a little show of appreciation. She could see a light shade of pink take over his cheekbones. "Do we have any wine?"

"Went and got two new bottles." He says matter of factly. Toni pecked his lips again before sending him off for her drink. He grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle. "You're going to drink wine?" She asked in utter confusion. He couldn't stand wine, his famous line was 'I don't know how you drink this shit.'

He shrugged sitting down. "I can drink wine."

"Christopher... baby you hate wine."

"I can learn to like it."

She knew he was doing everything to soften her up, but the look on his face when he took a first sip was priceless. "Go and get a beer, leave me and my wine alone." He chuckled and quickly grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

The two sat and actually conversed for the first time in four days. It was nice. They talked without missing a beat, he was making her smile and laugh, she told him about the kids at work and the twinkle in her eye at the smallest mention of them was beautiful. She truly loved her students, they made her day every day with the silly stuff they'd say to her. He was in love with how motherly she could be toward everyone, how forgiving she was of anyone and especially of him. He didn't deserve her and he'd made it known numerous times and in the same amount she'd reassured him that he was just for her.

In the middle of her ramble, she noticed the way he was staring at her and suddenly she became shy. "What?" She asked. "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, Christopher."

He shook his head vigorously. "No, I love you more than you could ever imagine, Toni. And I am so so sorry for what I said."

She sighed. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay. You will be an amazing mom to our kids and I couldn't picture anyone else having them, shit I couldn't even picture having a family until you came, it wasn't in the cards for me." He confessed. "My whole life has changed and I'm forever grateful for it. I want it to keep changing."

She tugged on her bottom lip, trying her best to swallow her tears. "When I saw how my words affected you, baby, my heart broke. I never want to be the reason you're sad. Never. I've missed you these few days. I need you back. I'm sorry."

Toni was speechless, her lips parted to say something but how do you respond to the sweetest apology ever?

Her eyes darted between his pretty brown ones, she stood up and walked over to him, swinging her leg over his she planted herself comfortably on his lap. His hands instantly rested on her hips. She didn't say anything, just leaned down and kissed him and he could swear that on her lips he could taste his past, his present and his future and she was there for every step, for every second. He wouldn't dare say such foolishness to her again.

Toni could feel a little poke through his sweats, she quietly moaned into his mouth, his hands exploring her warm chestnut skin under her shirt, his fingers trickling down her back. His lips moved to her chin and down to her neck to the spot he knew oh so well, his facial hair tickling her skin only adding to the sensation and a ray of goosebumps formed on her skin. "Christopher...mmm." Was all she could mutter, her hips involuntarily moving back and forth desperately searching for friction to soothe the aching of her clit. He got the message though, firmly splaying his hands under her ample ass, he stood up and she wrapped her legs around him.

He was halfway out of the kitchen when he realized; "Wait, I got you a red velvet cake."

Toni laughed, and she kissed his forehead, god he was so cute. "Boy, forget the cake. Take me upstairs and you can eat a different cake."

Rio raised his eyebrows, didn't have to tell him twice. "That's why I married yo ass girl."

She gladly hung off of him while he carried her up the stairs and once they made it to the room he dropped her on the bed, her sweet laughter filled the room. He settled between her legs, peppering her with kisses and affection. "I can't wait to see you, walking around here with a little belly, carrying around our love." He twitched at the thought and she noticed. A small surprised look on her face. "Is the thought of me pregnant... turning you on?"

"No." He quickly denied it. "Christopher Javier Martínez, yes it does." She teased reaching in between them to cup his hardening erection. "Mm, so you want to fill me up? Hm?" Her voice was so smooth and silky yet seductive, her lips pressing against his only for a moment. "You want to see me carrying your baby around? How swollen and plump my breasts are gonna get? Practically spilling over my tops."

"Toni." He groaned. She giggled but her taunting was cut short when he reached into her (well, his) boxers, his fingers teasing her slit, her wetness coating him. Her back arched as he quickly dipped his fingers inside her heat and back out. "Stop playin' with me." She moaned. "Why?"

Her shirt slid up her torso and past her breasts exposing her erect nipples, his mouth quickly latching onto one, his tongue swirling around her pretty brown areolas, so delicious. His free hand massaged her other one, his thumb and index fingers playing with her nipple. Her back arched and her legs squirm under him.

"Christopher, baby, please." She whined. He chuckled and something about was kind of sinister like his intent was to tease her all night until she begged for what she wanted. He popped her nipple out of his mouth, planting a kiss on it before moving on to the next, his hips grinding into hers pressing his clothed cock on her needy clit. "Yes... oh, I need more, please." She gasped.

He kissed between the valley of her breasts, down her torso and finally reaching his destination above the band of her underwear, he tugs them off in almost a hungry manner, his mouth attaching to her pussy like a magnet. His tongue going to work on her clit, his thumb caressing the rest of her slit. Toni's entire body shivered, her legs slowly closing around his head, he used his free hand to smack her inner thigh, she squealed and spread them out, holding the under of her thighs for support.

Her eyes glided to the back of her head, she squirmed, her back arching just a little bit. "Oh... y-yeah." Her toes cracked while pleasure coursed through her veins. Rio hummed against her sensitive nub, his own hips losing themselves as he hunched against the mattress with neediness. Her thighs trembled as they partially rested on his shoulders. She moaned and whined, whimpered and croaked as he devoured her existence.

"fuck, baby, I'm so close." She warned with her jaw slacked as the hairs on her arm stood, her body stiffened, her nails scratched at his scalp with appreciation and love as he carried her through the tantalizing loops of her orgasm.

She was dripping down his beard and he smiled against her thigh, his teeth gently biting on the flesh. "Oh!... Mr. Martinez." She giggled. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips landing on her chin. "I'm so glad I married you." She hummed running her nails over his skin. "Hm, I love you, ma." He cooed pressing a kiss to her nose. Rio slid off his sweats and boxers, dick sliding between her soaking folds. Her hand reached between them wrapping her fingers around his well-sized shaft.

Their lips connect as she guides him inside her soft walls. She gasped and softly moaned as he eased his way in until she was stuffed. Toni wrapped her legs around his waist. "You good?" Just checking. She nodded, too full to speak. His lips occupied her neck, her mind in the clouds as he fucked her stupid. Mutters and mumbles of "fuck me! Yes!" Or "right there!" As he skillfully worked his hips. He held her close, his face buried in the curve of her neck. His thrusts were hard and slow, he was making her feel every inch, every bit of stretch he provided.

Her high creeping its way into her bones, her moans became louder as he consistently tapped against her g-spot. There was no way he was about to make her nut again in such a short amount of time. He could feel her juicy walls contracting around him, hugging him so tight. "You're so wet for me, huh, my pretty baby?" 

Toni's jaw slacked while he talked to her, nibbling on her ear. "So fucking wet, can feel it dripping down my balls, fuck." 

She whined. "I can't- shit! shit! ooooh!" 

He chuckles as he pulls out, regrettably at that. Toni cried out, her climax so close yet so far. Rio fell onto the bed, slapping her thigh he said, "Get on top." 

She sucked her teeth, in no mood to be on top, still irritated from being denied her needs. Rio pinched her and she yelped. "Ow! You dick!" She laughed slapping his arm. "Hurry up and get on this dick." He urged pulling her arm to help her over. She swung her leg across his body, perching herself on his lap like earlier. His dick resting perfectly against one of her cheeks. She looked down at him and he was so fucking pretty. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, her eyes landing on that notorious Eagle tattoo on his throat then down over the rest that he had scattered on his body, she moaned at that alone. 

She leaned forward, raising her hips and skillfully lining him up with her entrance, no hands needed. She watched as his rosy lips parted slightly and a small crease in between his eyebrows formed when they came together. "Fuuuuck." He dragged out feeling his dick be re-enveloped in her velvety walls. Toni moved her hips back and forth with one goal in mind, to get herself off. She used her knees as leverage to lift her hips up and back down, her ass jiggling when colliding with his thighs. With her lip between her teeth, her head tossed back she got to work on him. 

Rio's hands gladly squeezed at her sides, her moans filling the room once again. "You're so fucking pretty on top of me, mama." He encouraged, but he truly meant it, she looked like a fucking angel. "Oh god, oh god... fuck yes, Rio!" He felt himself twitch, his wife rarely called him by his street name, she only did it when she wanted to tease him, loved to do it when they were around others. 

He groaned spanking her. She smiled, a hazy look in her eyes. "What's my name, mama?" 

Toni cried out, her head falling forward as she bounced out her orgasm. "Fu-fuuuck, Rio!" 

"Squeezing this dick so fuckin' tight, come on..." He sat up hooking his arm around her waist, his tongue darting out to the underside of her breast, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. Toni sang out his name, her back arched and her eyes rolled. He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, her body going limp. "Shit! Oh... Toni, I'm comin' baby." He growled through gritted teeth, he pressed his forehead against her sternum and she softly smiled feeling his warm seed spread inside her. "Fuck... that feels so good." She giggled, she was cock drunk. He kissed her glistening skin. 

They stayed like that for a moment, she kissed the top of his head, her hands on his shoulders as she slowly pushed him onto his back again, she climbed off of him and sighed in satisfaction. "You want something to drink?" He asked, she shook her head. "Nah, you gotta hydrate ma. I'm making sure I put a baby in you tonight." He laughed lightly smacking her thigh. Her cheeks warmed as a smile fell onto her face. 

She watched as Rio, naked and all, left the room to go downstairs. "Bring the cake too!"Toni shouted, he could just hear the smirk in her voice.

"You are so nasty!" He yelled back.

 "You love it though!" 

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[heartfullofleeches]

*sigh* incubus reader pulling jeremiah out of the microwave and into the empty corridors of the church for an impromptu dance before dipping him and leaving before the old man can get a proper kiss

"Mr. Priest~ Spend time with me, won't you? I'm bored to tears."

"Mhm." Jeremiah pays you little mind as he snuffs out varying candles, pausing to stroke your horns as your paths cross. "Patience, my dear. You will have more of my time than you know what to do with soon."

You groan. This man converts your last meal into a member of his weird cult, forces them to break contract with you, and creates one of his own only to never have any fun. Sure he threatened to slaughter your entire race for not complying, but honestly that feels like the better option in opposite to this bore of a nightmare.

"But I wanna play now. The souls you give are nice, but I'm wasting away here."

You hop off the bench you whine upon, snaking your hands around Jeremiah's neck as you jump on his back. "Just think about all the things we can do. You may not be human anymore, but I know your desires. I've seen you undressing me with those eyes of yours... As if you playing keep away with me and your flock isn't clue enough for how obsessed you are with me."

Jeremiah swallows hard as your fangs nip his earlobe; claws caught in the chain of his cross. A self made man of the God shouldn't give into such temptations, but Jeremiah now had his own ways regarding worship. Still, he could not submit to you just yet for he still needed to rewrite the wrongs of his fallen Lord and remake the world into a place worthy of your combined grace.

Being a holy disciple truly was the greatest burden to bare.

"Just hold on a little longer for me...." Jeremiah kisses the back of your hand before ripping himself free of your hold. He walks over to a record player and grabs a vinyl from a crate on the floor.

"Enjoy some music until I am done."

You try your best to, but even the man's taste in music is boring. Some classical piece better fit for a ball rather than a technical date between a demon and a priest. You tap your foot along to the rhythm for an attempt at find some solace in the beat, a devilish grin working up your face as an idea pops into mind.

You creep up behind Jeremiah.

"Y/n, I said wait- What? What on earth are you doing? Let go."

You tug on the collar of his robes as you grip his shoulder, spinning him around to face you. The look on tour face makes his decrepit heart flutter, and anxiety levels to rise. You place an arm behind his back and grab hold of his wrist as you twirl across the floor to the center of the room.

Jeremiah hisses. "Y/n this is not funny. I am a very busy man."

"Aw, come on. I've been around for a couple hundred years and with whatevers going on with you you'll be here for a while too. Live a little."

You wrap your tail around his waist to prevent him from escaping, chest bumped up against his. The close proximity leaves Jeremiah with little choice but to subcome to your influence- nor does his will. He follows your lead as your steps slow and steady into a waltz.

"See? Now you're getting into it."

"Quiet." Jeremiah rests his hand on the curve of your spine and completely shuts off any distance between you; your laughter the sweet cry of angels as it plays in his ear. A little tame compared to what you orginally had in mind, but it wasn't so bad. You slow dance together for a while until the devil in you decides to have some more fun.

You lead Jeremiah near the benches before securing your hand on the center of his back and twisting your tail down to his calf to further throw him off balance as you drip him low. You stare into each other's eyes; your body guiding his into the seat before you mount the man as you work your fingers into his bleached locks. He closes his eyes as you drawn in, his reward for his obedience a single lick.

"See you later, Jeremiah."

The weight disappears from his lap and you from his sight as he opens his eyes. Jeremiah growls in frustration.

"Y/n? Y/n, get back here at once!"

No response - your giggles echoing from a far corner of the church. Jeremiah follows the sound of your voice. By the time he's done with you, hell would be a paradise you'd never see again.

[linkemon]

Summertime Odyssey Event headcanons 1

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

AN: it's very hard to keep up with haiku syllables in English but I'm trying my best to modify my orginal poetry.

You didn't quite know what adventure awaited you when you agreed to go with Lumine and four new friends to a mysterious island...

Kaedehara Kazuha

✧ As an old Angel's Share regular, you met Kazuha a day earlier than the rest of the group. He can't handle alcohol well. Unfortunately for him, he met you and Venti. While the two of you were barely drunk, he was already falling asleep on his stool. You decided to help him. You didn't know where to take him, so you stayed with him. His surprise in the morning was huge...

✧ He purposely didn't suggest you explore the island with him and Lumine right after you arrived. He felt trouble in the wind. He wanted to spare you pain so that you could have a nice rest. And yet, you pushed yourself in, curious as to where they were going. He just smiled, not wanting to refuse you. He promised nothing would happen to you.

✧ He taught you to play the leaf. You've never heard of it before. You were impressed that even that was able to make an instrument. You can't wait to show this trick to Venti.

✧ You have no vision, so he kept you very close. He saved your life when one of the Hilichurls, lurking on the small islands, unexpectedly released an arrow in your direction. You fell on the boat in a rather awkward position. He seemed calm as you lay over him. You, on the other hand, turned red in the face and Paimon laughed about it the rest of the way. If only you knew what was going on in Kazuha's head:

Dancing sea and the waves' sound

Strong wind in the sails

The heart fluttering fastly

Mona

✧ You didn't want to believe her when she said she could tell the future. At the beginning of the journey, you did not manage to get along with each other at all. When you finally said you'd believe when you saw the miracles work, it turned out that your future couldn't be seen. You burst out laughing.

✧ She gave you a kiss on the cheek when you helped her deal with Fischl. Sometimes she really couldn't stand her and would look for you just so the girl would leave her alone. After a while, she realized that she actually wanted to be with you, not just because of the annoying princess.

✧ She patiently explained to you the types of constellations in her mirage. Without her, you would surely get lost in this great place. You completely forgot most of the layouts but she doesn't need to know that...

✧ You took her hat to see how you look in it. As you looked at yourself in it, in the water, she splashed it in your face. You hit her back. A water battle has broken out in which you have failed miserably. You were both soaked to the bone.

Xinyan

✧ Your favorite activity in the islands was cooking. You were a very good team preparing the delicacies. During one of the group's meals, you deliberately over-salted it to see if your companions would react. Only Lumine and Kazuha were silent. The rest almost murdered you. Especially Paimon.

✧ You have been basking in the sun for a very long time. Xinyan has quite a dark complexion but she gladly accepted the sunscreen you had in your bag. They cannot be purchased at Liyue, much to her sadness. You, on the other hand, coming from Sumer, would not have made it without him in the desert.

✧ You were very impressed with how she was able to respond to her family's annoyances without hurting them. You've never been braver than her to follow your dreams alone as an artist in a land of scholars. She was the first person to understand how you felt and you were grateful for that.

✧ You promised to take her on a trip to your country when you return from the islands. She can't wait to spend more time with you. She will definitely take her guitar with her to sing to you along the way.

Fischl

✧ If there was a person you had a hard time getting along with at first, it was Fischl. However, once your bard abilities came into play, things became simpler. Fischl expected flowery words and you delivered them. She hailed you as the Smartest, Able to break through mundane life and a Brightly enlightened singer with skillful fingers. You helped the group throughout the trip, otherwise they would have had a hard time with her.

✧ Oz blurted out that his mistress has a special crush on you. Of course, she denied it and confirmed it at the same time. All in the most roundabout way possible.

✧ You cheered her on to face her dark side. You were relieved when her mirage case was finally resolved because you were genuinely worried about her. When you complimented her new outfit, she forgot for a moment and thanked you in simple words.

✧ Afterwards, you tried to ask her about her parents and real name but she's not going to talk about it again. You respected it. She asked you to play her a love ballad by the fire, which you gladly did.

[caeserfroggysalad]

Okay it’s about time I actually explain my team and i wanna say au?? To put it safely. I’ll answer some questions and add my personal Head-cannons on the team and their dynamics.

I will say now that I don’t intend to add a lot of romantic relationships with them since I’m

Not exactly interested in shipping unless I really can get into it. But anyway here’s the team and it’s glory

My main team for both area and story. I’ll explain them by the first cookie I choose to the last. Starting with

Raspberry cookie

She was the first cookie I saw when installed playing the game, the first epic I got, and shares the same birthday as me. So she’s very special to me as a character.

Headcannons

Genuinely afraid of being replaced

Spanish not first language but is learning

Allergic to strawberries

Pet chameleon named Boysen

Closest friends with licorice

Least close with eclair

Next off

Purple yam

If you know me for awhile now tan has become my favorite characters. I think his arc can have so much potential if devsis gave him some time to fully grow as a character

Headcannons

Only talks when it feels necessary, otherwise very quiet

Cooks a good ass meal

Gets confused by internet culture

Burn scars on back

Closest with licorice

Least close with raspberry

Third in the time span of my team

Vampire

I don’t even know how that happened- he just become too powerful. Next to black pearl of all things.

Insomniac

Only one to be open about having a romantic relationship

Takes iron supplements

Spends time with alchemist when able too

Closest with eclair

Least close raspberry

To the fourth cookie in the team we have

Licorice

Orginally i was his biggest hater mostly because it took me to long to get him. And I really wasn’t a fan of his Korean voice. Then the English dub made me appreciate the character more for being more of that ridiculous fragile ego cookie he is.

Reanimated corpse

Wears eyeliner

Chronic joint pain

Unable to survive in the summer heat

Part time seamstress for extra cash

Closest with all of the team

And finally!

Eclair

Respectfully I wasn’t expecting him to be on my team. But I found his excitement of history to be charming and I can relate to in a deeper sense.

Cut contact with family

Ironically the least mature

Near sighted

Closest with licorice

Least with raspberry

So there you have it! If you have any questions let me know In my question box!

[torifuckingspring]

hi I hope you're doing okay so I have a question pls because I think Im going insane

you made a post on jan 12 or 13 that went "why do i need to eat different meals? is that? a fucking law? can i eat grilled cheese and be left alone? fuck you" did you edit thatpost ? because I reblogged it and said something about a cactus and now I do not know where I got the cactus from. Im pretty sure the post orginally did say something about a cactus at the very end of it but now Im not sure but why would I have mentioned a cactus otherwise??

help

probably in the tags i think

[sneasedtomeetyou]

SO DID YOU GET THE POKE PLUSH HEAD IN THE MAIL?

I COULD STICH IT BACK TO IT'S BODY IF YOU GIVE ME 1000 POKE DOLLARS!

IT'S ALOT CHEAPER THEN MY ORGINAL OFFER! A REAL [deal for a meal] TYPE OF STEAL!

This is horrifying and I still don't understand how you got my address. I sorta assumed you were bluffing. I think I'll just make my own plush Sneasel.

[dabblingreturns]

I replied to a post from @dulcieseptimus who was feeling ingredients like they needed more ducli content.

Fair enough, ducli is an icon....

But my mind whent to locked tomb Christmas because I very much have locked tomb brain rot and it's only a few days before Christmas so its on my mind.

And I have decided that john has probably kept some sort of zombie Christmas for a few reasons

He seams like a dude who likes a excuse for a party

I dont know enough about the use that standardize holidays play in empires but I am convinced that if the powers that be don't make them them society will provide its own.

People like a good solstice festival.....I have this whole theory about how the further to the poles, a society is, the more important the winter solstice/light festival/gift giving party is. But it makes sense that if your extreme between summer and winter temperatures are big, you want to make sure everyone has a coat for the winter. The empire doesn't have seasons and john is from New Zealand so Christmas is really a sumer holiday for them. But Catholisism clearly made a huge impression on him. And he is a bitch for nostalgia just like the rest of us millennials

So now that I have incoherently argued for the existence of an unnamed gift giving holiday in a made up universe. A holiday that the author has never mentioned or even alluded to. I will provide details.

I call it risemass!

Up until the Meriadic year 99981 of the emperor undying, Risemass was celebrated by all 9 houses in thier own ways.

First house got drunk on wine and shit talked each other. Augustine cooked and fought with Mercy. Cytherea talked about dead people, John watched in amusement. G1deon, thought the magic of "im working" kept skipping out.

Second house. Involves drinking and special extra good. And when everyone is supper tosted, they sing off brand carols and drinking songs and talk about how great they all are.

Third house i imagine a special ceremony were the importortant people at court tithe more gold to the empire. Then the prince gives the people gifts. Then everyone grabbs martinis and shit and brakes off into groups to shit talk everyone elses gifts.

Everyone puts thier boots at the foot of there beds the night before, and in the morning the right shoe is full of candy and the left has a new pair of socks. Everyone comes out of thier homes in there pajamas in the moring and they watch a traditional movie about risemass. But it's like a town center picnic with hot chocolate and propaganda. And they picnic all day with good food and kids running around and everyone in new socks.

In the morning everyone spends time with thier families with a special breakfast and special foods. And in the afternoon they all meet at the court or local government. And every household is given a small gift from the "emporeror" and its something they want or need. These gifts are actually from agustine, who has been running this program for 10000 years and has a loyal order of workers who are swarm to secrecy but they figure out what everyone needs and supplies it.

It's a big meal with drinking and they run debate club, we're everyone summits a topic and two randomly selected people have to go up and debate it for 5 minutes. And the watchers vote on the winner. There is a bracket. And a funny hat if you win...and your name gets written down in a book. It's seriously buisness!

Seventh house has its biggest garden show of the year. And people string trees with light. And get drunk of cider and write increasingly incoherent poetry.

Everyone fasts for 9 days before. They have religious services about thier righteous mission then everyone gets a holy religious metal or text. Its not fun per say....but it is very proper.

Every year, everyone gets together...and they orginize themselves in terms of size. And the reverend mother and father put out the new robes and shoes from the emperor. And the ninth forms a hermit crab shell line, trading clothes until everyone has robes and boots that are whole and warm and fit them. They also get to track how all the children have grown.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Never Thought I'd See You Go | Kyle x Nina

Nina is told devastating news at work

TW: Family death

Note: this was orginally a ramble post but I just formatted it into a fic so if you think you've read this you probably have.

Nina turned her phone on 'do not disturb' before clocking in. She wanted to avoid any further family arguments. Her mum was still upset she'd chosen to stay and work rather than join the annual family holiday on the coast. Another tradition that only started when her brother was born. She tried not to take it out on him but it was hard to watch him get everything she ever wanted from their parents.

She tossed her phone into her locker, giving up any temptation to look.

"Good afternoon, beautiful." Kyle grinned as he moved around her. "I just put a table in your section."

Nina enjoyed work. She liked when it was fast paced and time breezed by. SHe didn't like arguing with Simon over the rawness of steak.

"It is medium rare!"

"I'm not saying it's not. The dickhead at fifteen says its not! Can I just get a new one?"

"Just switch plates and give that back!"

"It won't be hot!"

"Fuck me!"

He remade it for her.

"Thank you."

"Fuck off."

"Dick!"

The corners of his eyes raised in a smirk as she took her plate and left.

It was slowing down before evening rush. She went to the back of house to steal some fries and sips of water. She could hear Kate and John yelling from down the hall.

Everyone turned to look at her as she walked in. It unnerved her. So many faces with looks of devastation. Kleo covered her mouth with her hand and looked away. Gus and Reyes were the first to turn back to their work. Kate looked like she'd been crying. She felt Simon standing behind her.

"Nina, Kate's office. Now." John said, untying his apron. He nodded at Simon and he was gone as quick as he appeared. John laid a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon love."

"You finally firing me?" She tried to joke. He wouldn't even look at her.

John shut the door and sat her down in the comfy chair. He knelt down before her and took her hands in his.

"I'm so sorry, love. I am so sorry."

"What?" She was scared, like she was at the edge of a cliff and the ground was crumbling. She was going to fall and she couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Kate got a call from the Dungeness police."

Nina bit down hard on her lower lip. That's where her family was staying.

"There was an accident."

She let out a cry.

Just him. Let it just be him. Let her mum and Sebby be okay. Let it just be him.

"There weren't any survivors, Nina." John held her hands tight. "They're all gone."

Downstairs Gaz looked over the seating chart. Nova and Chuy could each take another table.

"We're closing," Simon said. Kyle jumped.

"Bloody hell, you never fail to live up to your namesake do you?"

"Tell the people waiting to leave." Simon said. Chuy, Nova and Kate were already going around telling people they had to close, everyone's meal was comped.

"Why are we closing?" Kyle had never seen Price close early. Simon frowned, trying to answer.

"Nina's family-"

There was a scream from the back office. Kyle's heart sunk in his chest. It was a scream of pure pain and grief. It was Nina. He shoved his way past Simon, almost crashing into multiple patrons on his way to the office.

Nina sat with her head between her knees as Price rubbed her back. Kyle looked at Price and before he could ask was answered with a solemn nod.

He knelt down in front of Nina and pressed his head against hers.

"Gaz. They're lying," She said softly. Tears ran from her cheeks and onto her pants.

Kyle laid his hands on her knees. He didn't know what to say. They'd grown up together. He didn't get on with her family but he'd known her parents his entire life. He took her brother to football practice only a couple weeks before. He was only fifteen.

"Kyle... tell me they're lying." Her voice cracked as she reduced to begging. "Please. Tell me...tell me they're lying."

"I'm so sorry, Nim." He did his best to hug her, pulling her closer to him. She opened up, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shoulder. He did his best to keep his balance as she slid of the chair and into his lap. Her sobs were long and aching.

Any arguments customers had about leaving were subsided by her cries. Everyone was quiet as they started their cleaning tasks. Kyle rocked her in his arms. Price knelt down beside them, rubbing her back again.

"Let's get you home."

"No..nonono." She clung to Kyle. She still lived with her family.

"Want to go to my place?" Kyle asked, stroking her hair. "You can stay with me."

She nodded against him.

"Just hold on, I got you." Kyle scooped her up bridal style as he stood, Price offering his arm for balance. Nina could hardly focus on what was going on. Her whole chest ached. She wanted to throw up.

Kyle was the only thing she could focus on. She pressed her nose against the crook of his neck and breathed in his cologne, the same scent he'd been wearing for years. She glad he was carrying her, she felt like there wasn't even a floor. She'd just fall forever. If she let go she'd fall and she'd lose him too.

There was a knock on the door. Simon had gathered her things. He looked at her with a shared grief, like she was going through a door he'd already been through.

"Clear her notifications," He said to Price. How many calls did she miss? If she'd picked up would it all be different? She could saved them.

Price drove them to Kyle's flat. He laid her on his bed and started to undo her hair from its bun. He helped her change out of her work clothes and into one of his shirts and a pair of boxers.

Price made tea that would go cold.

"I'm going to go down there and bring them back, okay? Kyle will look after you." He kissed her forehead. "Kyle you call me about anything, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Kyle had been out of the service for a year now and he still called Price sir. Kyle tucked her into bed climbed in beside her. She alternated between ear shattering sobs and silent tears. He held her through it all. His mum stopped by with food at some point. Nina's mum had been her friend.

Kyle only focused on Nina, stroking her hair, rocking her, helping her shower and eat, staying awake while she slept to fend off any nightmares.

He was her life jacket on the raft of his bed. The world outside of it was too awful to even think about. It was made of nothing and meant nothing. Time stopped meaning anything.

Price was asking her questions about funerals and she couldn't even sit up to look at him.

"I wish it was me," she whispered.

"Don't say that, Nina." Kyle pressed his forehead against hers. They were under the covers, shielded from the daylight.

"It's my fault."

"No, it's not."

"I didn't go. if I had gone-"

"I would have lost my best friend." He wouldn't let her talk like that. He couldn't stop her from thinking but he could stop from vocalizing those thoughts, making them real. "I love you, Nina. I'm so happy you're here."

He held her as she started crying again. He held her during the funeral. He gritted his teeth as people lined up to pay respects to her father. An SAS captain, like Price. The union jack was draped over his coffin. He didn't deserve the respect. He was found at fault for the accident, going too fast around a corner.

Nina hated him. He stole her family from her in childhood, neglecting her over anger that she wasn't a son. He stole her family from her as an adult, killing her mother and brother with carelessness. Kyle and John were all she had left.

S/O to Gen V for the gifs lol. If anything happens to Cate or Andre I will go ballistic.

Bonus Angst!

TW: Nina trying to use sex as a distraction

Kyle watched the tv with half shut eyes. Nina was laying on his chest, staring at the wall, as he ran his hand up and down her back. Fast food bags laid in a pile on the floor. They'd done delivery for almost every meal that week. Price had let them use his card thankfully. The funeral had been only two days ago.

Nina's hand rubbed up and down his chest. They didn't speak, he just leaned down and kissed the top of her head. This was their morning routine now. Lay in bed wrapped up in each other, only getting up to get the food from the downstairs or to use the bathroom.

She looked up at him, brown eyes glassy. He set his coffee down and stroked her cheek. He could only hold her and hope it offered a modicum of comfort.

She kissed him. It was the first real kiss they'd had since before it all happened. He was tender.

She moved to straddle him, her mouth acting hungrier than his. He held her hips until she started to grind against him.

"Nina wait..." He broke the kiss and held her still. "We really shouldn't."

It didn't feel right to him. She'd barely talked these past days and now she was on top of him, trying to be intimate.

"I want to." She assured, kissing his neck. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away gently.

"Nina. I'm not going to." He said, firmly. He couldn't recall ever denying her before. They were normally on the same wavelength, feeding eagerly off each other's energy. They'd been regulars in each others beds since they were seventeen. He could tell she wasn't her usual self, she didn't want sex she wanted something else, something he couldn't give her.

She slipped off his lap and laid with her back facing him. He moved behind her to wrap an arm around her middle. She was crying.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"You don't have to apologize." He pulled her tight and kissed the back of her head. "I can tell you’re not that into it.”

“Everything just hurts.”

“I know. I’m sorry but I can’t make it stop.”

She was shaking in his arms.

“Nothings changed between us, Nim. I still love you. You’re still my best friend. I’ll always be there for you.”

She pulled his hands up to her face and kissed his knuckles. The tv started playing another re run of East Enders. Kyle pulled the blankets over them again.

[andersam5]

Facts abt Katie? :DDDD

Random Katie facts!

-She's a TERRIBLE cook. Some basic meals she can handle just fine, but most of the time Alton does the cooking.

-The corkscrew sword that Alton weilds is actually hers, but because her coaster was so integral to the Towers Alton can use it as well. She may not look it, but she's a skilled swordsman. (swordswoman?)

-She has an honorary degree in business and marketing from a university in Birmingham

-Half of the books in Altons personal library are hers, mostly about business and, oddly enough, architecture

-Theres an interesting (possibly sinister) contradiction in her orgins. The clues are out there in past comics if you read very closely 😌

[thestalkerbunny]

So the fun fact about Silas Olmstead is that I orginally intended him to be in a sort of ‘magical girls’ story. You know, the city is protected by a platoon of supernturally powered girls, their cutsey familiars, the power of friendship and the worst thought they have in their head is does that boy like me, the possible budding romance between members of the squad or that they forgot to study for that test. And Silas is just like already a established ‘magical girl’ so to speak but he’s more realistic.

He’s not a happy go lucky teenager still in their Sophmore Year of High School, He’s a Collage Student who is very depressed, has a sex life, only wants to play video games and has a terrible sense of what makes an acceptable meal. And most of the time he’s dodging these bright starry eyed Girls trying to be ‘friends’ with him and try to get him to join their little friend group- mainly because he thinks it seems inappropriate for them to be hanging around a strange adult like himself that they don’t even KNOW that well; the other being that he’s depressed and people coming around constantly is interfering with his unmedicated wallowing.

But then I decided Silas on his own is a much more interesting story to tell of basically someone with a serious amount of depression forming a pact with a creature which in the olden days would grant him great knowledge and power. But instead the promise is that the creature would help him muddle thru his depression in exchange for basically doing onlyfans cam behavior for other weird creatures that happen to know how to use a laptop and webcam. After all, if there’s no point to living, might as well do whatever you want social etiquette be damned.

Tl;dr: Silas was going to be a magical girl but instead now he’s in a sugar baby dynamic with a patron and in return he’s actually getting help for his depression and gaining a sense of self love and honestly isn’t that the REAL magic inside of us all?

[ratsoh-writes]

I give a warm smile

"Its my homemade tomato soup! My grandma orginally made it, and i kinda turned it into my own. Helps with sore and tenderness as well. Has a very small spice kick to it."

I nod towards the freezer

"I made a few different kinds of popsicles earlier 's well"

-edgy.🦩

Cash sneers at the thought of popsicles then yelps when mal kicks him under the table

Mal: BE GRATEFUL, AND DONT THINK I DIDN’T NOTICE YOU’VE BEEN USING ME AS AN EXCUSE TO SKIP MEALS.

He crosses his arms stubbornly

Mal: I’LL ONLY EAT IF YOU FINISH A WHOLE BOWL OF SOUP AND A SLICE OF PIZZA.

Cash gasps and growls at mal

Cash: I already ate earlier-

Mal: BULLSH*T

[heartfullofleeches]

So I’ve been in love with your sheriff reader but what if another sheriff came to town and saw how everyone loves reader and wanted that for themselves like they don’t really care about anything or the bandits they just want everyone to love them an not reader so they try an take over an og sheriff reader sees this as in a relaxing opportunity (sorry if it’s long)

Tw: reference violence, bullying

Cracked ice settles at the bottom of a glass as dark liquid fills it to brim. The sheriff's weighted head pivots to an upright angle as the drink is brought to lips posed in a crude smile; a blemish compared to the cloyingly sweet expression they wore days prior. They can barely process their surroundings; blurry shapes crowded around them and suffocating them more than the tight robes that binding them to their seat. A sharp jab from behind brings them to attention; the shrill laughter that follows corrected by a whistle.

"Now, folks. I know we agreed to a collaboration, but don't think that means you have the right to rough up our friend here more than needed."

Dryness coats the temporary sheriff's throat as they croak. "M...mayor?"

"Guilty as charged." The mayor bends to their level. They take one long sip from the glass in hand before shaking it in their direction. "Thirsty?"

The sheriff becomes painfully aware of their dehydration as the condensation from the glass wets their cracked lips. How long had they been out? Pushing the question to the back of their mind, they part their lips and allow the cool liquid to hit their tongue. It burns as swashes against their spilt cheek, but they gup it down with no other option. Their head returns to its orginal option as the mayor retracts their hand; hat dipping down their face. The mayor's calm expression wilts into annoyance.

"Ugh.. Take that shit off them already. Don't know why you haven't by now. Need to get it cleaned before Y/n gets back."

Hands grip their battered form; tearing the sheriff's hat from head and badge from coat. Still dressed otherwise- they've never felt more exposed.

"I don't understand. What's.. what's going on?"

"What's going on indeed.." The mayor stands up; a hand tangled in their hair keeping the sheriff's eye on them as they return to their desk. "From how I see it, some big city hot shot though they could weasel their way into our town and replace the one thing that keeps this place running. Our sheriff."

The sheriff swallows the blood clinging to the sides their mouth; a delicacy compared to the bitter truth that follows. Back home, they had it good, but it wasn't perfect. High paying gig, the love and respect of their community, but they still yearned for more. They longed for the homemade pies and the comforting familiarity of everyone worshiping them, while still valuing the face behind the mask. The unwavering trust. All tokens of which you had.

It was easy to get you to agree. Chased after by those you were meant to pursue; longed for unknowing by the person who wrote your checks. All they had to do was slip a few highlights of the city into your brain, and you were packed and ready to go. The mayor orginally protested your departure, but couldn't say no to their dear sheriff. You did deserved a little break after all you've been though - long as you had a few uninvited visitors making sure you were safe.

The temporary sheriff had it good for the first week. The finest room in the local motel. A different meat brought to them every other day. Someone must've been sewing near the pot during the making of one meal, but fortunately they spotted the needle before wolfing down the entire stew. Their dream life came crumbling down the day they decided to put in a payment for a recently vacated home, and everyone caught onto their plans before they'd even reached mid stage.

"I'm.... sorry."

"Sorry-" The mayor's eyes roll so far they appeared as if they'd pop right out of their skull. They lurch forward, sinking their digits into the delicate flesh of the sheriff's jaw; teeth clenched as all kindness is forgotten. "Don't you fucking lie to me, you hear? I know, you know, they know you aren't sorry. The only thing you're sorry about is that you got caught."

The sheriff whimpers as they're let go; nail markers and shame branding their skin. An arm props up on their shoulder, elbow dug right into the center of the torn muscle. The bandit leader flicks their ear as they tip your hat on their head; proudly dawning your badge without a lick of guilt.

"Eazy now. You call us the bad guys yet you're the one being mean. Here, lemme give them something to wear better than the sheriff's stuff real quick."

A round of cheers and soft snickering rings throughout the small room as a wad of spit connects with the sheriff's cheek. The bandit wipes their mouth with their sleeve

"Thought you were slick, huh?" Sack of shit like you, comparing yourself to a prize like our sheriff. You should be thanking the corrupt bastard in front of you. If they hadn't called us in, we would've strung you up by your ankles and dragged you through the streets like the filth you are. Speaking of which, what are we gonna do with this thing, boss."

The mayor ignores their mockery to allow a soft smile to form over their lips. "We have about half a week before our loved one returns so only time will tell, friends. Only time will tell."

[masalacourtyard]

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Use Healthy Cooking Methods:

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Go for Whole Grains:

Use whole grains like brown rice, quinoa, or whole wheat instead of refined grains. Whole grains provide more fiber and nutrients, promoting better digestion and sustained energy.

Include Vegetables:

Load your masala dishes with a variety of colorful vegetables. They not only enhance the flavor but also add essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants to your meal.

Limit Added Sugar and Salt:

Minimize the use of added sugar and salt. Try to enhance the flavors of your dishes with natural herbs, spices, and aromatics instead. This helps control your sodium intake and reduces the risk of health issues.

Portion Control:

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Use Healthy Fats:

Choose healthier fats like olive oil or avocado oil for cooking. These fats are rich in monounsaturated fats, which are beneficial for heart health.

Homemade Masala Mixes:

Make your own masala mixes at home to control the ingredients and reduce the amount of preservatives and additives in your dishes.

Stay Hydrated:

Drink plenty of water throughout the day. It helps with digestion, keeps you hydrated, and may even prevent overeating.

Balance Your Diet:

Ensure a balanced diet by incorporating a variety of food groups, including fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, whole grains, and healthy fats.

Be Mindful of Accompaniments:

Be cautious with high-calorie accompaniments like creamy sauces or fried side dishes. Opt for healthier alternatives or consume them in moderation.

Listen to Your Body:

Pay attention to hunger and fullness cues. Eat when you're hungry and stop when you're satisfied.

Exercise Regularly:

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[night-dark-woods]

14, 18, 20?

14. Favorite book you read this year?

this is 3 books technically but the BROKEN EARTH TRILOGY. hands down. some of the best books ive ever read and i think every sff fan should read it. its so good. the worldbuilding is deeply orginal, the writing is good, and the characters are incredible. very very heartwrenching series.

18. A memorable meal this year?

hmmm honestly i mostly eat because i have to so i dont really think about food this way BUT art and i regularly make this artichoke and sundried tomato orzo we found the resippy for on insta and its great.

20. What’s something you learned this year?

ive learned a lot in a lot of different areas but i think the most fun fact type to share is ive learned a LOT about the lawless land of 80s filmmaking from listening to the patreon bonus episodes for Just King Things, and my favorite thing ive learned from that specifically is that for Christine (boy gets first car its haunted and also maybe the devil, also a sexy car) they wanted the windows blacked out so you're not sure as the viewer whether its christine acting on her own or if the kid is driving her, and so they did that with just straight up black paper. the stunt driver cant see SHIT the whole time. theres a scene where christine blows up a gas station? the stunt driver put on a fireproof suit, they set the car on fire, and he DROVE THE CAR, ON FIRE, UNABLE TO SEE, down the road to chase down one of the antagonists. absurd. heres the video: