#sherbert's gate

[vashonian]

In Sherbet's Gate, the Leporidites are one of the fastest-growing factions in Candy Canyon Kingdom following Pomni's stranding. In their eyes, Jax is some sort of savior that broke centuries of tradition and fully intended for the Fudge's rampage to be a sort of beginning for the world's rebirth, and they need to keep the momentum going.

Whatever that means - they can't even agree on how far to push the envelope. Regardless, they worship him and interpret everything to be far more deeper than it actually is. They're slowly getting more prominent over the course of the story, to the annoyance of Loo and the other characters that actually interacted with him.

While he's initially quite thrilled by having a whole swathe of a continent be his devoted followers, Jax himself eventually gets fed up with them. And of course, Loolilalu is going to do her best to stamp them out.

[professorhivewire]

Hi! This is some artwork I did of a Hokeypoke hummingbirds, a silly little creature from the tadc fanfic Sherbert's gate by @vashonian

I absolutely love it when stories talk about in universe wildlife, and I couldn't resist drawing/writing about them once I had the idea, so enjoy the mad ramblings of someone obsessed with fantasy biology! ->

The Hokeypoke hummingbird (Dulcem Trochilus) is a species of hummingbird (named for its beautiful honeycomb toffee wings) found all over the Candy Kingdom

Although native to the majority of the Candy Kingdom, the Hokeypoke hummingbirds tend to prefer colder environments with large quantities of pixie dust flowers.

[] Description []

The Hokeypoke hummingbird is 9.5 to 11.5 cm (3.7 to 4.5 in) long and on average weighs about 5 to 5.5 g (0.18 to 0.19 oz). Adults are usually a creamy vanilla color with specs of honeycomb toffee along their backs. They have one large honeycomb on top of their head like a crown (this is why they were also called the royal hummingbird), for females, it is an orangey-yellow while males have a bright red.

[] Feeding []

Similar to other Dulcem birds, the Hokeypoke hummingbirds stick to a gummy and gelatin diet. Although their have been some reports of them eating graham crackers crumbs, whether this is a form of gastroliths to aid with digestion is currently unknown.

[] Fun fact []

Hokeypoke hummingbirds are also called the (Royal hummingbirds) Not only because of the little honeycomb on top of their head that looks like a Crown, but because in 18XX Princess [XXXXX] loved the little birds so much that she had an entire garden built into the Kingdom's castle to house them.

The garden was said to house many different subspecies of the hummingbird such as chocolate, strawberry, butterscotch, mint chocolate chip, cookie dough, and rocky road.

It's reported that one of the birds, named Cherry Cheesecake (because of its dark redish-pink crown) often followed Princess [XXXXX] all over the palace, and would peck at any one who got to close to her. ->

Sorry if this is a bit disorganized. This is my first post here on Tumbler, so I'm still getting used to the layout. With that, have a lovely day/night wherever you are!

[demytrixi]

drawing my first tav sherbert... a white dragonborn barbarian that is not connected to durge in any way

[limpfisted]

Not a bard, but a poet with a pact and a blade. A voice as heavy and soft as a sigh, as gentle and limp as a weak handshake. His Father taught him to grip his sword too tight. He hangs on every word of an empty promise but doesn't listen. Looks like SOMEBODY skipped over the terms and conditions. How many heads did you hunt before your noble brow became their mirror? Were any of them innocent? Were you? Did it feel good---killing, slaying monsters, as long as you didn't have to peek into their memories or question a single order? Play heroes and villains like a child, with devils----and you end up with horns.

LET'S MAKE A PACT.

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW. (MOBILE Doc.) // THE DEVIL YOU DON'T. (PRINT LAYOUT Doc.)

THE SOUL. (more prose.)

THE CONTRACT. (rules)

independent wyll ravengard, the blade of the frontiers, from baldurs gate 3. open to other fandoms, ocs, and multimuses, 21+ only, iconless! hags and homos ONLY aunt Ethel kinnies if you're in line stay in line!!!!! played by herbert sherbert, aka weird kenjammin, 25+, they/them.

[unsoundnovel]

#unsoundnovel : oujia tabletop rpgs, the seven seconds of silence between the groans of dialogue as you shuffle through half-a-presses. your pinky ache—the pinching where it holds up the whole world in your phone, the gods’ and google earth’s last atlas. this is not real, this is not real—and that makes it safe, that you can scour the universe with just two thumbs and a handful of buttons. what is delusion, and what is real hurt? the weird kind of fantasy, the weird kind of anxiety dream, you can’t even explain to a therapist.

somehow pretending makes it hurt worse.

it still makes more sense than whatever’s going on on facebook.

carrd. a herbert sherbert (he/they, 25+, white and asian) multi-muse / video game / dnd / gothic writing blog. muses under cut.

general horror / gothic trigger / christian imagery warning. i also write soft things! i am made of multitudes and maxed out mediums.

BALDUR’S GATE / DND ( in order of preference for interaction!)

MINTHARA. bisexual, she/her. 300+. abandoned by lolth, absolutely.

LAE’ZEL. bisexual, she/her. 20+ (time works differently in the astral plane.) // from slaver to slaver. bow down.

ORIN. lesbian, she/her. 20+. // if you do not choose me, i will force your hand and cut off every finger.

LOLTH. bisexual, she/her. older than you could possibly understand. // still researching.

RAPHAEL. bisexual (with heavy m lean), he/they. devils don’t keep track of such things. // hold your applause!

MYSTRA. bisexual, she/they. older than you can comprehend. // still researching.

by request only : shar / ketheric / dame aylin / shippe / sisyphus. / karlach.

DRAGON AGE. (in order of preference for interaction!)

DORIAN. gay, he/him, 30. // does nothing by halves, except to push and pull people away.

ISABELA. bisexual, she/her, 40. // i have big commitment issues, and i often lie.

THE IRON BULL. bisexual, he/him, 45. // what’s better than an ex-cop? an ex-priest. what’s better than an ex-priest? a spy.

by request only: bubbles aka hawke / morrigan.

FINAL FANTASY (in order of preference for interaction!)

BARRET. bisexual, he/him. 35+. // can’t you hear her crying? i feel her. i weep with her.

GLADIO. bisexual, he/him, 22. // one of the best men. the shield, the sword flower.

LULU. bisexual, she/her, 25. // too young to be so old. i wear so many belts to strap me in, and keep me safe from a world that drives too fast and crazy. i am a test track dummy.

FANG. lesbian, she/her, 27. // i tore the sky down, and i’d do it again. anything for her.

ZACK. bisexual, he/him, 22. // haunting the narrative, i am still the hero of your dreams and the undead nightmare of my own.

GENESIS. bisexual, he/him, 27. // theatrical! insane! i perform for the back seats! i perform for god and heaven!

by request: lightning.

OTHER.

LESTAT. bisexual, he/him, haha! // prancing pony on amphetamines.

MARUKI. lesbian, he/him, 32. // god complex, mind control, i can make you happy.

BEATRICE. bisexual, she/her. // tear out its guts.

BATTLER. lesbian, he/him. // incompetent.

[kylo-wrecked]

@beastbitten ://

Wouldn't say he was caught by surprise, but townsfolk got desperate in the twilight hours, and around this time, about six, when the sky turned a nostalgic sherbert, they just disappeared. They went to Richie's. They drank beers under fans behind their porch gates. Huddled around swamp coolers and Frigidaires. Kids, too, 'they could get away with it. 

Ben frowned. Unloaded a medium-sized covered patio table from the bed of his truck. He rolled his shoulder—you'd have heard the crack for miles. The sun settled down in the mountains behind him. When he was done, he slapped the tailgate shut. 

"Mos Espa," he grunted. He paused. Studied the man in front of him for some time. Took in the grit lining the wrinkles of his rolled-up sleeves and the bottoms of his shoes.

"You traveling on foot?" Ben tucked his chin, his frown deepening. "Be dark before long. Where you headed?" 

Hated to think this man desperate, too, but he recognized the look of trouble about the eyes. Caught a glimpse of trouble in the mirror just that morning. 

@kylo-wrecked ∣ 🐺

"Uh, 'scuse me, I, uh... guess I got kinda turned around somewhere. Y'couldn't tell me where I am, could you?"

[biographydivider]

Another ‘it came to me on the train’ fic about my favourite turts 🐢

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp 

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Clap-clap!

Donnie winced, putting the soldering iron back into its holster preemtptively. He supposed three hours in the workshop without being bothered was verging on unheard-of territory, post-Kraang. He and his brothers hadn’t been more than a room apart ever since; but then Dad had taken Raph out into the countryside to ‘look after Todd’s puppies for a weekend’ (read: cuddle soft and drooling things, get some fresh air and probably have a good cry).

And after an uncomfortably huggy goodbye, Leo and Mikey had decided to medicate their way through the separation with sugar and Netflix specials. Donnie had declined to partake, of course. He had work to do - nothing to do with taking his mind off missing his big brother, not at all! - and besides, he wasn’t the biggest fan of sugar. It made his teeth itch. But now, apparently, the party was coming to him.

Joy.

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Stomp Stamp Stomp Stamp

Clap-clap!

‘C.E.O, Entrepreneur,” his brothers sang in harmony,

“Born in 1964 -

Doooonnieeee,

Donatelloooooo...”

Donnie turned in his chair, pushing his goggles onto his forehead. In the doorway (time to change the entry code to the workshop, again) stood his twin and his baby brother; both wearing blazers, sunglasses and smirks. Mikey’s were pink and shaped like hearts, Leo’s were yellow and pointy, and neither were conducive to UV protection. The pair were practically trembling from repressed energy; Donnie could almost visualise the carnage of demolished Oreos, soda cans and sherbert (thank you soooo much for that one, April - ‘something sweet for your unsupervised night at home’, she’d said...) strewn across the common room floor.

“C’mon, Donnie, you can do it,” sang Mikey, bouncing in place to the beat.

“Pave the way, put your back into it,” Leo joined in, tapping his toe to keep time.

“Tell us why,” Mikey shimmied into the workshop, “show us how --”

Leo held up a picture of a soft-shelled turtle on his phone, pointing at it for unwarrented emphasis.

“Lookit where you came from --”

He then lunged across the floor, arms outstreched towards his twin, who smacked his hands away with a displeased snarl. “Look at you now.”

Donnie rested his chin on the back of his chair, unamused, as the pair launched into what could only be described as a TikTok dance. Perfectly in time, cheorographed to death, ending with Mikey doing the worm and Nardo attempting to stand on his hands to twerk against the workshop wall. A toolbox fell to the floor, knocked from a shelf by his flailing feet, and Donnie’s eye began to twitch.

“Zuckerberg and Gates and Buffet,

Amateurs can fuckin’ suck it...”

“I appreciate the sentiment, bretheren,” Donnie snarked, “but I really do have to work, and --”

“C’mon Don,” Mikey sang, yanking Donnie’s chair into the middle of the room and spinning it so violently that the room became a purple-tingled blur, “Get ‘em --!”

“That’s it!” Donnie yelled, his patience frying, limbs flailing wildly in rage. “Out!! Out, the pair of you, foul sugar-goblins! You...I...can’t...gaaaahhh you annoy me so much!!!”

Leo tumbled head over heels to the floor with a giggle, sending spikes of irritation through Donnie’s chest. He tried to rise to his feet in order to shoo them out...and succeeded only in falling back onto his butt with a thump, making Leo laugh even more. Inertia of the fluids in the inner ear; very much a thing, even for mad scientist turtles. “Ugh. Dizzy. Why you insist on bothering me, I’ll never know...”

“Because we love you, Donnie,” Mikey said, more sincerely than Donnie had expected, sitting cross-legged at his feet. Donnie swallowed the pang of surprise and guilt in his throat.

“Ahem...now, don’t pull that card,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You just wanted to irritate me, to distract me from my work, to...”

“Yeah.” Mikey blinked. “Because we love you. And we want to hang out with you.”

“I...um. Ah.” 

There was suddenly a lump in Donnie’s throat, making speech - annoyed or otherwise - difficult. If Casey’s arrival had taught him one thing, it as that somewhere out there, in the millions upon billions of ultimate universes, timelines, paradoxes and whatever else lay tantalisingly out of his reach, there was a version of him that would have killed for the luxury of being annoyed by his brothers’ attention. Who would have loved one more day of sugar-rush-induced, hyperactive Leo - snickering to himself on the floor, bruised and scarred but healing. Who would’ve treasured a Mikey who was still a dumb kid, wearing silly, heart-shaped sunglasses indoors - not a Mystic Warrior with the fate of multiple worlds on his shoulders.

Who would give anything for their Raph to be ‘just’ a few hundred miles away, covered in dog slobber and tears and hopefully getting a good night’s sleep.

At least one version of him. There were a million ways the invasion could have succeeded. A million tiny mistakes that could have plunged them into disaster and dystopia. A million Donnies who would trade places with him in a heartbeat.

Sometimes, he really did feel every bit as selfish as people thought he was.

Donnie sighed.

“Is there any sherbert left?”

“Like, two packets?” Leo said. “The gross fake banana ones.”

“Wanna watch me snort both of them then skateboard down the new ramp?”

Mikey gasped. “The real steep one?! No waaay...”

“Standing on your hands,” Leo smirked.

“Wh --”

Donnie’s twin folded his arms across his chest. “It’ll be easy for you, Lair Games Champ.”

“I...uuuuuuuugh, fine.” The world was finally standing still for long enough for Donnie to haul himself to his feet. “On my hands it is.”

“Yeah, baby!” Mikey said, leaping to his feet with a beaming smile. “Don-ah-tell-oooooh, let’s gooo!”

“Come on, then. Last one there has to clean up the inevitable blood loss...”

[fishareglorious]

POV: You are Lisa and Jean is introducing you to her 2 feet long, 200-pound childhood pet alligator snapping turtle Missus Valberry Sherbert

Extra rambles about this:

Since Jean couldn’t take care of her due to her Acting Grandmaster duties, she released her into the river south of Dawn Winery, right by the Stone Gate. For some reason there was also another male snapping turtle there, and lo and behold, several months later there’s now a clan of alligator snapping turtles all coming from Valberry Sherbert.

They’re all menaces as they’re probably invasive species, but Jean (& Co.) have named them all. 

Honorable mentions are: Varka Jr., Shelldon, Jimothy, Jimantha, Sir Bob Bobert Robertson, and Sir Englebert Fitzwallace III. 

Feel free to add more.

[abelkia]

La playlist de l'émission de ce jeudi matin sur Radio Campus Bruxelles entre 6h30 et 9h: Don Cherry’s New Researches & Naná Vasconcelos "Resa / Relativity Suite, Part 1" (Organic Music Theatre: Festival de jazz de Chateauvallon 1972/Blank Forms/2021) Irreversible Entanglements "Water Meditations" (Open The Gates/International Anthem- Don Giovanni Records/2021) Maalem Mahmoud Gania "La Ilha Illa Allah" (Aicha/Hive Mind Records/2020) Eric Chenaux "Say Laura" (Say Laura/Constellation Records/February 2022) Ignatz "At Night She Saw Her Son" (I Hate This City/Conspiracy Records/2011) Michael Hurley & Josephine Foster "Jacob's Ladder" (The Time of the Foxgloves/No Quarter/2021) Mendelson "Héritage" (Le dernier album/Ici d'ailleurs/2021) Alain Bashung "Tel" (L'imprudence/Barclay/2002) Patrick Modiano & Hughes de Courson "La coco des enfants sages" (Fonds de tiroir 1967/Ballon Noir/1979) Roger Riffard "Timoléon le jardinier" (Roger Riffard/Philips/1983) Chick Lewis "North Wind" (The Emotional, Cosmic & Occult World of Joe Meek/Mississippi Records, Portland/1960-2014) The Creation "How Does It Feel to Feel" (How Does It Feel to Feel/Edsel Records/1967-1982) Alex Chilton "Waltz Across Texas" (Like Flies on Sherbert/Sundazed Music/1979-2021) The Beatles "Happiness Is a Warm Gun" (The Beatles (The White Album)/Apple Records/1968) Esplendor Geométrico "Moscú Está Helado" (The Minimal Wave Tapes Volume One/Stones Throw Records/1981-2010) Rex Dildo "Du bist so nett zu mir" (7"/Unser Angebot/1981) Mami Ch'anne "Du riz" ("Jolis choses" Hommage à Mami Chan/InPoly Sons/2021) Catalina Matorral "No Place" (Catalina Matorral/Via Parigi/2021) Jean Bart "Entre chiens et loups" (Affaire classée avec fracas et pertes, j'en ai trop vu, des mûres et des pas vertes/Musidisc/1997) Dominique A "Je t'ai toujours aimé" (Auguri/Labels/2001) Spiritualized "Let it Flow" (Pure Phase/Dedicated/1995-2021) Brian Harnetty "Ina" (Shawnee, Ohio/Karlrecords/2019) The Ronettes "Be My Baby" (7"/London Records/1963) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYq27HbtKeW/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dbzebra]

Surpassing the Strongest

Im back on Marten bs lol

This is something Ive wanted to do for a while now. A 28th World Tournament / End of Z retelling, which focuses on Goten’s plans to follow in his fathers footsteps like Goku originally planned back in the Buu Saga. Ignores DBS obviously.  Anyway this is just a oneshot for now but may possibly make it into a longfic.

Enjoy!!

May, Age 784.

Ten years of peace had passed since Majin Buu's defeat.

The cool spring air blew in from an open window of Orange Star High School. Son Goten was lost in thought as the lecture droned on from in front of him. He couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. Rather, he didn't really care. He wanted to be outside and enjoying the day. Flying around or out on a date.

Ya know, something that was actually fun.

Something, anything but being cooped up in a stuffy building all day on such a nice afternoon. If Goten closed his eyes, he could feel himself soaring through the clouds on the Flying Nimbus, the wind in his hair and the whole world below him. Ever since he learned to fly, it's been his absolute favorite thing to do.

"Man, I wanna go to the beach!" Goten whined to himself and continued daydreaming about the endless possibilities of summer fun when he heard two kids whispering from the back of the classroom that piqued his attention. Super sensitive hearing really came in handy sometimes!

"Did you hear? Mr. Satan won't be participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament next week. He announced his retirement yesterday."

"What, really?! Maybe I should enter then. Now I'll actually stand a chance."

"Noooo! Mr. Satan can't retire!" Another kid chimed in, slamming his fists down on his desk in despair. "He's my hero! The strongest guy in the whole universe!"

"It's true man. I saw it on TV. He's all bald now too. Mr. Buu is gonna sweep with him gone. He's unbeatable next to Mr. Satan!"

"Awww… Yeah, you're right. Buu is unstoppable! He's never even been touched in a fight once!"

Goten snickered to himself. If only they knew the truth. "Speak for yourself. Me and Trunks almost beat him when we were fused together!"

The more Goten thought about it, the more it intrigued him.

He always loved the World Tournament, ever since he was a kid. Growing up, Goten loved hearing stories from his dad, Yamcha and Krillin about their fights from the old days. He collected all tons of World Tournament merchandise over the years, most notably of which were figures of every finalist leading back to the very first Tournament. The premium edition figurine of his father as a teenager during the 23rd Tournament was his most prized possession. He had to send in like one hundred postcards to a sweepstakes to win. The day he got the letter in the mail saying that he won, he almost flipped.

The news of the upcoming Tournament re-ignited a fire in the young Saiyan.

"Maybe I should enter! I'll run it by Mar later..."

__________________________________________________________

The final bell rang as class was let out for the day.

Goten stretched his arms out wide upon walking out the front doors of Orange Star High with an extra pip in his step. It was finally the weekend!

He spotted his girlfriend leaning against one of the pillars at the front gate, sporting her signature twintails. She was waiting for him! He grinned and picked up his pace a little bit. Marron twirled a strand of blonde hair in her fingers as she absent-mindedly watched a capsule-plane go by from above. 

Being a sophomore, sixteen yer old Marron was on the cheer squad and wrote for the school newspaper. Like most girls her age, Marron loved shopping, but her true passion was writing. It all started when she used to read fantasy books and write in her diary as a little girl. She hoped to work for a big fashion designer as a writer when she got older.

"Hey there, gorgeous." Goten said while he snuck up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Marron flinched in surprise, but lit up when she heard her boyfriend's voice. She swung around and jumped into his arms, planting a kiss on her boyfriend's face. "Goten! It's great to see you!" Marron said and kissed him again, just for good measure. He definitely wasn't going to object.

“You too! So how was class?

“Boring. I’m starting to see why you and Trunks skip all the time.” Marron huffed, and then playfully poked his chest. “I guess being a delinquent like you has its perks~!”

“Told ya!” He said with a cheeky grin, eager to tell her about what happened today. “Anyway, ready to go?”

Marron smiled and grabbed his hand affectionately. A date was just what she needed right now. "Sure! Where are we going~?"

"There's an ice cream stand near the park about three blocks that way." He replied, gesturing over his shoulder with this thumb. "I'm friends with the guy who runs it!"

"Sounds great! It's such a nice day out! And I don't have to be home anytime soon anyway, so we have the whole afternoon to ourselves!" Marron chirped and playfully pulled him along.

After a bit of walking, they reached their destination . It was one of the more popular spots, so there wasn't a surprise there was a line.

"If I don't get something in my stomach soon, I might just eat my own hand!" Goten whined, his stomach growled almost as if it was agreeing.

"I'd pay to see that." Marron laughed.

Soon enough, it was their turn.

"Well well, look who it is! My number one customer!" The man at the stand said. He was an older man, about Goku's height. He had a kind face with short grayish hair. "Welcome back, Goten!"

"Hey Mr. Sherbert!"

"On a hot date?!" Mr. Sherbert said as he winked at the two teens. "You'd better treat her right, you hear?"

"Yeah! I'd never do anything bad. Right Mar?" Goten grinned. Marron blushed a bit from next to him.

"So what can I get for you two kids today?"

Goten already knew what he wanted; he had thought about it on the way over. "You first."

"Hmm..." Marron scanned the options until she found just the right one. I'll take a medium sized scoop of mint on a waffle cone, please." Marron said, eyeing the green-colored ice cream in the picture.

"Comin right up, miss! And how 'bout for you, big guy? The usual?"

"You bet!"

The older man laughed out loud. "I'd expect no less! A triple deluxe cone of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate with rainbow sprinkles, comin' right up!"

"How much do I owe ya?" Goten said, digging into his pocket for his wallet.

"This one's on the house, kid." Mr. Sherbert said, waving off Goten's attempt to hand him money.

Goten and Marron both looked shocked.

"What, really?"

"Yep. Don't worry 'bout it."

"Wow! Thanks a lot!"

"Just make sure you show this nice young lady a fun time on your date, okay?" Mr. Sherbert said with a kind smile, as he and Goten shared a laugh.

"I promise!"

After that, Goten and Marron got their food then took a seat on the grass in the park across the street and ate their snacks together.

"So, tell me. What's the big news?" Marron asked as she finished off her food, feeding off his anticipation. She could tell it was something big- whatever it was. "You've been antsy all afternoon!"

Goten fell backwards onto the grass and put his hands behind his head. "Well, I heard something interesting in class today!"

"You mean you actually paid attention?"

"Nope!" Goten declared without hesitating one bit. 

Marron rolled her eyes with a giggle. She expected that response. 

"It's about the World Martial Arts Tournament."

"Oh yeah!!” Marron exclaimed. “That’s next week, right? What happened?"

"Mr. Satan retired. And I'm considering entering. I’m sure Trunks and my dad will too.”

Marron gasped and clasped her hands together joyfully. "Oh my God, Goten, you totally should!" Marron exclaimed, putting her hands on his knee. "It would be so cool! Plus, it'll be like a little vacation for us!"

"You really think so?"

"Of course! You'll do great!" Marron declared happily. She gently took his large hand in her smaller ones and stared deep into his eyes. "You've been training so hard these past few years. I know that better than anyone. You said you wanted to surpass Goku someday, right? Well this is your biggest chance. I’ll be your cheerleader the whole way!” Marron declared that as if it were a love declaration.  But it didn’t matter what place he came in. To her, Son Goten was already number one. 

Goten liked the sound of that. He sat up and stole a quick kiss from Marron's lips when she wasn't paying attention. He pulled back and saw that the blonde was staring down at her dress, a scarlet-red hue covering her cheeks from ear-to-ear.

“You're the best, Mar. And you're right. I'm entering. And I'm going to win!"

"W-W-Warn me before you do that! I-I-I wasn't ready!" She stammered out, fixing her hair to distract herself from the sudden kiss. It was only a moment, but she felt the love and appreciation he had for her in it.

A sly grin made it's way onto the half-Saiyan's lips. "Okay then. I'm warning you now."

Marron didn't have time to react as she screamed with laughter when he pounced on her a moment later. They fell back onto the grass together and started making out, not caring who saw them.

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It was almost dusk when Goten and Marron parted ways for the night. As the young Saiyan approached his home in the mountains from above, the sky had become a brilliant orange and red hue. It was like a wild flame slowly dying out into the calm darkness of the night. Sunsets were always soothing for him. When he was still a small child, Goten used to watch the sunset and think of his dad, wondering if he saw the same sunset from Other World. 

Goten dropped down onto the grass in front of his house; smoke coming from the chimney. Goten smiled widely. He could smell dinner from here! "Oh boy! My favorite! Nothing beats Mom's cooking!"

“I’m home!” Goten called upon walking in.

“Hey kiddo! Grab a seat, it’s chow time!” Goku waved to his son, already seated at the table.

Chi-Chi placed the last plate on the table and then sat down herself. “Welcome home, honey!”

Goten sat down and together the family of three started eating. Chi-Chi paced herself while the boys ate in typical Son fashion-- as if it were their last meal ever (and seemingly never even came up to breathe). Chi-Chi sighed with a smile. She was used to it by now. 

“Man Chi-Chi, you outdid yourself! This is really great!!” Goku exclaimed and went back for a fifth helping. “Your food is the best in the whole world!”

Chi-Chi touched her cheeks, bashfully smiling. She was even blushing a bit. “Oh, stop teasing, Goku. You're embarrassing me!”

“I’m serious!” Goku continued.

“Um, Mom…” Goten started hesitantly. He scratched the side of his cheek, thinking how to word his next question. “Sorry to ask this so suddenly, but… can I take a week off from school?” He said and then braced himself for the ‘no.’

Without flinching, Chi-Chi put down the tea she was sipping and smiled. “Planning a romantic getaway with your girlfriend~? I don’t mind, but if something happens are you prepared to take responsibility? A girl’s virginity is a special thing, Goten!” 

Goten instantly did a spit take. He hacked and coughed and Goku patted him on the back. Once the teen caught his breath, he went pure red from embarrassment. Or was it from shock? Probably both. 

“What I do with Mar is none of--- W-Wait! There’s no romantic getaway!” Goten practically shouted. 

Talking about that type of stuff with Trunks was one thing, but it was the absolute LAST topic of conversation Son Goten ever in a million years wanted to have with his mother. 

“Oh honey, stop being so dramatic. I’m no fool. I know how much you two love each other, it’s only natural!”

“Mom! Enough! I’m not talking about this with you!”

In the years since Buu, most things didn’t bother the Son matriarch anymore. Chi-Chi let things slide. She even started wearing her hair down or in a ponytail more often than not. And became brazent with her playful teasing. Too brazent for Goten’s own good. First Gohan, now him. Goku almost felt bad for them. Almost. He found it amusing. 

Goten slapped his cheeks and quickly shook off the image before his mind could wander any further to any thoughts that might make him not able to ride the Flying Nimbus anymore. 

“Besides, 18 would kill me, revive me with the Dragon Balls, and then kill me again!!” Goten said, getting a laugh from his parents. They were laughing because they knew he was right. 

“Of course, honey. Now what’s the real reason?” She knew Goten would likely skip anyway. Goten didn’t think she knew, but she did. She was smarter than she looked. But still, she appreciated that he came to them first, whatever the reason was.

“I want to enter the World Tournament.” Goten declared, surprising both of his parents. 

“I’m in too!!” Goku replied with the same confident grin his son had. Goku had a feeling Goten would. “There’s this guy I’ve been keeping an eye on lately. He’s got some insane power within him, more than he realizes. I have a hunch he’ll be entering the Tournament next week.”

Though he didn’t say this aloud, Son Goku had another reason he wanted to enter the Tournament. A lesson that his master had taught him long ago. 

“A hunch?” Chi-Chi asked, somewhat worried. She had gotten used to the peace again. They all had. The last thing she wanted was another creep with an inflated ego dragging her boys into another universal death battle. “Sounds like bad news to me.”

“No need to worry. This guy’s totally pure of heart.” Goku replied, easing his wife’s fears.

“So who is he then?” Goten said, in between heaps of food. “Do we know him?”

Goku flashed his signature wide grin. “Sorry! Not telling. You’ll have to wait and see for yourself!”

Goten slouched back in his seat and frowned. “That’s lame. You’re no fun.”

“We’ll have to train for the Tournament just to be sure! I have a feeling this is gonna be a fun one!”

“Yeah!” 

“I had a feeling this day would come sooner or later.” Chi-Chi said, sighing slightly. It was tough for her seeing her baby boy growing up into a man. He was almost done highschool, in a loving committed relationship, and now following in his father’s footsteps as a fighter. Soon he’d be out of the house and out on his own. The thought almost made her tear up, but she supported him nonetheless. The Son matriarch excused herself from the dinner table to hurry into the hall closet and pulled out a large white box with a bow on it. 

Upon returning, Chi-Chi glanced to Goku for a moment and then handed her son the box. “I know your eighteenth birthday isn’t for a while, but I… we wanted you to have this before your big day. I made it myself.”

Goten raised an eyebrow at the box, shaking it slightly. It didn’t sound like a game or anything like that was inside. Now he was really curious. He carefully lifted the lid off of the box to see a brand new gi. His current one was fine and all, but it was getting a little too small and worn out over the past months of consistent training. 

“Whoa! This is…” He gasped.

It was an orange gi, much like his father had worn for decades. But what made it different from Goku’s was instead of blue, Goten’s new gi had a black undershirt, and matching black belt, wristbands and boots. 

Goten smiled as wide as could be as he lifted the gi out of the box to get a better look at it. “This is great! Thank you so much! I’m gonna go try it on!!” He said and ran to his bedroom to change. 

Goku and Chi-Chi idled about in the meantime, cleaning up from dinner when the teenaged Saiyan returned shortly after. 

Chi-Chi’s eyes lit up like stars while Goku proudly beamed from beside her. 

“Oh, look at you! You look so handsome!” Chi-Chi gushed, fussing all over her son despite his protests. “You look just like your father did when he and I reunited at the Tournament all those years ago! Ahh, those were the days~!”

“Yup! Lookin’ just like his old man!” Goku said. “Except for the hair!”

“Hey! Don’t hate!” Goten whined. “This hairstyle is stylish!”

Goten had recently changed his hairstyle to stand out from his father. Instead of his father’s signature palm-tree hairstyle, Son Goten let his hair grow out. It still shot out in most directions, but was now much longer and shaggier, reached the back of his neck. He liked it a lot more. Even better, Marron said it made him look super cute. So he decided to stick with it!

“Training begins tomorrow!” 

Goten smirked. He couldn’t wait. 

The next day, Son Goku came into Goten’s room bright and early, ready to start. They didn’t have much time to prepare! He found the teen was curled up in a ball, clutching his pillow for dear life. 

“Rise and shine, kiddo!” Goku swung open the curtains, bringing the hot bright rays of sunlight right onto Goten’s face. 

Goten winced and half-opened one eye. “...Dad? It’s ...7 AM! On a Saturday. Come back in like three hours.” Goten grimaced and then pulled the covers over his head, hoping his father would go away. It was too early for this! He was in the middle of an awesome dream too! 

“No way. We’ve only got six days till the tournament! We’re gonna train for three days, and then rest for three days.” Goku said and yanked the covers off the bed entirely. “We’re getting breakfast out on the road, so get up or you’ll miss it!” 

Goten groaned even louder than before, finally sitting up. The teen rubbed his eyes and yawned loudly. His hair shot out in every direction even more so than normal. Under most circumstances he wouldn’t mind early morning training, but his bed was too comfy to leave it right now! If he went back to sleep now, maybe he could continue the dream he was having! “Can’t today be a rest day?”

“Nope. Now be outside in ten minutes or your mother said no dinner for you!” Goku grinned teasingly, knowing that was his son’s weakness.

“Oh come onnn! That’s--. Ugh. Fiiine!” Goten whined. “Cheater.”

After brushing his teeth (still half asleep) Goten threw on his new gi. Knowing how their sparring sessions usually went, he hoped it wouldn’t get destroyed after not even having it a full day. 

He tiredly dragged his feet out to the kitchen where his mother was waiting for him. 

“Never shoulda entered this stupid Tournament…” He mumbled to himself and yawned again. 

Chi-Chi shook her head, laughing. “Oh hush. It’s not that bad. You know how your father gets in times like this.”

“Yeah, yeah. He could’ve at least waited another hour though!” Goten said and then went outside to see his father talking with Gohan as little Pan ran around at their feet.

“Oh, hey Gohan!” Goten said happily. 

“I see Dad’s puttin’ you through the ringer, huh?” Gohan chuckled when he saw his brother drag his feet out onto the grass. “I was down that road plenty of times growing up.” 

Goku had traded his signature orange gi for a blue gi with dark bluish-green pants, black shoes and orange wristbands. He still dearly treasured the Turtle School colors, but wanted something different for a change. 

“Uncle Goten!!” Pan cried happily. The toddler wore a little red gi, a present she got from Goku and Chi-Chi for Christmas the previous winter. Pan jumped into the air and came flying at him like a football player trying to take down the quarterback. 

Goten braced himself for the hug just as Pan slammed into him, laughing. “Hey, squirt!”

“I’m not a squirt, I grew two inches!” 

Pan giggled. She loved her uncle so much. He was like a big kid, but also an adult! Pan didn’t really get how that was possible, but she just wanted to be just like him. He showed her all the funnest games, and always knew all the coolest places to go! Plus whenever he visited he always snuck her candy when Gohan wasn’t looking. 

“Guess what Uncle Goten? Daddy says I can enter the World Toonament!” 

Goten couldn’t help but laugh at her pronunciation of the word tournament. “Wait, what? You’re sure it’s okay if she enters, Gohan?”

Gohan nodded. “When she heard Mr. Satan used to be the Champ, it’s all she wanted to do. Videl and I agreed that since there’s no threats anymore, it wouldn’t be a big deal. There’s no Junior division this time, but we’ll all be there anyway. So no harm done.”

“You’re right about that! Besides, I think she can give Goten a challenge!” Goku said, winking up at Pan. 

Pan tugged on Goten’s pant leg. “Is it true you’re comin’ fishin’ with us?” 

“Sure is, Pan! Come on! You can ride on my shoulders!” Goten said and picked the little one up. She felt so tall!

“Alright, we’re heading off!” Goku said. Pan cheered while Goten smirked and pumped his fists. Now that he was fully awake, he was ready for action.

Gohan trusted his father more than anyone else in the world. He went over to affectionately pat his daughter’s head. “Bye, Panny. Be good for Grandpa and Uncle Goten!”

“Okay Daddy!” 

And with that, the three were off. Gohan watched them go and then went back inside for his morning coffee.

The three followed the dirt path to a pretty meadow nearby. Dew glistened on the blades of grass, as the sun continued making its way over the mountain horizon. A river gently flowed into a waterfall that spilled into a sprawling crystal clear lake.. It brought back a wave of nostalgia for Goku as he could remember the countless times he went here to fish with Grandpa Gohan growing up. 

Goten placed Pan down and stretched as the toddler immediately ran over to the river’s edge and stared in awe. 

"Alright before we start training, whaddya say we get some breakfast? I’m starving!" Goku said, already prepping. 

"Sure! I got it covered! I’ll get us some fish!”

"My favorite!” Goku said. No matter how many times he ate Paozu tuna, it didn’t get old.

In the meantime, Goku gathered firewood and then fired a tiny ki blast to start a fire. Pan helped by throwing sticks to make it bigger. He placed three large wooden stakes over the fire, one for each of them to roast their breakfast on. 

Goten got down to his boxers and dove into the river. It was cold, yet refreshing. If he wasn't fully awake yet, he was now. The teen swam around a bit until some huge fish caught his eye. Common for this area, the Paozu fish were at least five times his size, and normally blue and white in color (but there were other colorations as well). Four of them spotted Goten at once and rushed towards their prey, each with the intent to swallow him whole. 

Goten became motionless, waiting for the right moment. As the first approached, he swam down and kicked it in the side, killing it instantly. The teen then disposed of the other three aquatic attackers in a similar fashion.

Goten swam around and gathered his food. One for each of them and one extra! They could split the last one. 

With their breakfast caught, the three generations of Sons sat around the fire, enjoying the morning together while they ate their breakfast in typical Saiyan fashion. 

Goku burped and rubbed his stomach upon finishing. “Man, that hit the spot! Now it’s time for training!” 

“I wanna train too, Grandpa!” Pan exclaimed. 

Goku ruffled Pan’s hair, making her giggle. “You like flying, right?” He asked, knowing the answer already. 

“Mhmm!” The four-year old gleefully said, raising her little hands into fists. 

“Alright, well how about this? I want you to fly around the world as fast as you can!”

Pan’s little eyes lit up. “Really? Okay! Can Uncle Goten come with me??!”

Goten laughed and knelt down to be on eye level with the toddler. “I’d love to, Panny, but I gotta train! Next time I’ll go with you! And I’ll show you something real cool!” 

“Pinky promise?” She said, holding up her little finger.

“Of course.” Goten grinned and they shook on it.

“Alright, bye Grandpa! Bye Uncle Goten!! I’ll be back soon!!” Pan waved and took off to the east. 

Once Pan was out of sight, the Son boys could truly focus on their training.

“So, what’s on the agenda??” 

"Okay, Goten. First, I need you to power up as high as you can possibly go." Goku folded his arms and smiled confidently. "I know things have been easy in these peace times, but I wanna see the progress you've made. You've been training primarily with Trunks, right?"

Goten nodded. "Yeah. At first it was pretty casual but these past two years or so we've really gotten serious."

Goku had full faith in his son. Though Goten was suppressing his energy, Goku could feel the sheer amount of power he had within him. In his fight with Buu, even as a child, Goten showed glimpses having more potential than even Gohan. At only seven years old, he became a Super Saiyan just by sparring for fun. And when fused together, Gotenks was one of the strongest fighters in the entire universe.

"...Alright, then. Here goes!" Goten smirked. He then took a deep breath and let out a mighty roar as his power skyrocketed. "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

A wild golden aura erupted around the teenager's body while lighting violently sparked around him. Goten's muscles bulged somewhat while his shaggy hair stood completely upright, becoming sharp and jagged. First, Goten's eyes turned to an emerald green. Then, his dark black hair became the signature golden-yellow. The lightning increased in intensity as Goten didn't stop there and kept powering up until a burst of light shot from the teens body.

There stood Son Goten in a fully-powered Super Saiyan 2 state. The splitting image of his father. His facial features were relaxed and he was in complete control of his energy; a far cry from ten years ago when he had gotten carried away at the Tournament.

"How's this?" Goten asked, smirking slightly. “At first, it took a lot of rage to transform, like I had to picture Majin Buu hurting Mar or Mom again. But it’s easy now!”

"Amazing, Goten! Wow! I'm so proud of you!" Goku beamed with pride at how far his son has come. At only seventeen years old, Son Goten had mastered Super Saiyan 2. Goku wouldn't be surprised if he was on the edge of unlocking Super Saiyan 3!

"Me and Trunks are just about equals."

Equals?! They were equals? If that really was the case, Goku could truly put his worries about leaving the earth to the next generation to rest. "No wonder You got so strong so fast!"

"How would you compare us to Majin Buu? Like a ballpark."

"You mean the evil one? Hard to say exactly, but you're definitely stronger than Vegeta and I were at the time. If both of you attacked together at full power, you could have possibly beaten him before he split good from evil and lost most of his power. But you know more than anyone how unpredictable Buu can be. Even though he's good now, you have to be careful. If you get matched up against him, you can't afford many mistakes against a guy like that.”

Goten pumped his fists happily. "Right! Thanks, Dad! So, what now?"

"Power down to normal. Goku said and slipped into a fighting stance. "Let's have a quick spar. This time, no transforming.”

"Huh? Are you sure? But you'll kick my ass!"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. I'm gettin' old ya know! Now come on.” 

Goten nodded and after a deep breath, his hair and eyes returned to their normal black color. He clenched his fists and then slipped into a fighting stance. “Just watch the gi, okay? It’s brand new, and I was hopin’ to surprise Mar with it.”

Goku smirked. “Sure. I’ll let you have the first move.”

“You’ll regret that!!” Goten instantly burst forward, appearing as only a blur. He swung a volley of powerful kicks directly at his father's face.

Goku smirked as dodged with ease but Goten was relentless. Kick after kick he didn't stop. That continued until Goku grabbed Goten by the leg, and prepared to counter. "Got ya."

"Not so fast!" With his other leg, Goten swung but that too was caught. Goten squirmed and fought to break loose, but Goku’s grip only tightened. Growling, Goten spread his arms wide, unleashing an Explosive Wave at point blank range. 

Goku was hit dead on and lost his grip, staggering back somewhat as Goten landed. "OWW! Good one! That actually hurt! But I'm not even getting started yet!" 

Goku vanished from sight and reappeared behind his son. Goten swerved around just in time to see his father pulling his fist back, ready to strike. 

However the blow went right through his son as if it were an illusion. 

“An afterimage...” Goku said, smirking.

Two copies of Goten reappeared to Goku’s side. Then, the real Goten appeared from above and swung a ferocious kick at Goku, but that too was nothing but an illusion. 

“W-What?!” Goten exclaimed and jumped backwards, searching around for his father’s energy.

“I invented that move! Ya gotta be better than that!!” Goku said from a few yards away, smiling mischievously with his arms crossed. 

Goten ran towards Goku again, but this time Goku vanished completely. The teen flipped backwards just as Goku came into sight, narrowly dodging the counter. Goten burst forward and immediately slammed Goku in the back of  the head, this time hitting finally it’s mark. 

Goku was sent careening down towards the ground, but he caught himself and safely landed on his own two feet. He winced, rubbing his head where Goten hit him. “He’s tougher than I remember!”

Goten continued his assault, flying down towards his father and firing multiple energy waves at Goku.

Goku deflected the blasts away from himself, sending the blasts far away from the fight to explode in the distance. Goten charged a bigger blast in his left hand, firing it directly forward. Goku stayed absolutely still, waiting for Goten's blast. At the last moment, Goten curved the blast up and it exploded into multiple blasts that shot in every direction, wildly zig-zagging around without any sense of direction or course. 

Goku watched each blast intensely, waiting for the right moment. 

“He’s distracted!” Goten blasted forwards, head first, at full force, slamming directly into Goku’s back. 

Pulling his arms back into the signature pose, Goten his hands together. “KAAAAA… MEEEEE…” The blue energy began to build as Goten’s ki spiked. “HAAAAA… MEEEEE…”

Goku recovered and came to a sliding halt on the grassy terrain. The Saiyan hadn’t felt this excited in years. Goku smirked and raised his power level to match Goten’s. Just then, Goten vanished. 

Goku’s eyes widened and crossed his arms over his face, just as Goten appeared in front of him.

“HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

The blast hit Goku dead on, creating a super massive explosion that could be felt all the way at the Son house from far away. 

Goten jumped backwards to gain distance. The teen hovered there, his senses on full awareness, waiting for his father to emerge from the smoke. A palm-tree hairstyle and bluish-green gi appeared through the smoke soon enough, completely unharmed. He was smiling! 

“I see you’ve finally mastered the Instant Transmission. Great work!” Goku grinned, folding his arms. 

The Instant Transmission technique. Goten had asked his father to teach him the attack about two years ago when he started his training. Right around the time he started dating Marron. Goten motives were as clear as day.

“Yeah! Thanks again!” Goten said.

“You won’t fool me twice with that move though. Come on, let’s keep going!”

“You bet.”

They rushed each other at the same time and collided. A powerful yet invisible tremor shook the area as their fists met. The father and son duo crashed blow for blow as they rose higher in the air. Their attacks grew more intense the higher they went.

Eventually they disappeared, and could only be seen by the tremors echoing throughout the grassy training grounds. 

At first, Goten traded blows evenly with his dad, countering each blow with ease. But as their struggle continued, Goku slowly raised his power and started overwhelming his father. He managed to land a crushing blow to the gut, making Goten falter. Goku went to punch him but Goten phased out of the way, reappearing some significant distance away and hid his energy singal. 

“Now’s my chance!”

Goten got into position and powered up to full. In an instant he pulled his hands back, charged two blue blasts of ki in his hands and fired. The beam exploded in a marvelous blue light, hitting its target dead on. “Gotcha.”

Goten waited for movement. But when the smoke cleared and Goku was gone! The teen growled when he saw his father simply dusting off his gi on the grass below. 

“Dammit! He’s not even hurt!” 

To Goku’s own surprise, he was just a bit out of breath.  ”If I’m not careful, he actually may get the advantage. He’s even further along in his training than I originally thought.” He smirked and then raised his hands close to the center of his face with his fingers spread out toward his eyes. “This was fun, Goten, but you’re not winning this fight.”

Goten braced himself and shut his eyes. “Oh crap!”

“SOLAR FLARE!”

A blinding white light exploded from the Saiyan father’s body as if a second sun was right there on the battlefield with them, covering everything in sight. 

Despite being temporarily blind, Goten’s other senses kicked into high gear. He felt where Goku was going to appear and attempted to counter, but missed every attack. Goku simply side-stepped or caught everything Goten threw at him. 

Goku smirked, reappearing right behind his son. "Come on! Focus! You're better than that, Goten!" He said right before flipping behind Goten and kneeing his son right in the back.

Goten was flown forward as he grunted from the impact of the hard hit, trying to regain control of his body as his sight finally began returning to him. 

Goku pursued his son, pounding him into the ground causing cracks and the ground itself to rise up from the impact. Goku then grabbed his son by the legs and threw him into the air. Goku flew straight up, stopping above Goten. He threw a punch at Goten but Goten managed to duck, countering with a jab to the gut.

Goku vanished and kicked his son upwards, and with a flare his energy unleashed a monstrous kiai that had Goten flying backwards, unable to recover. 

A boot connected with the boy’s face and he was sent shooting towards the ground yet again. 

“Try and stop this one!!” Goku cried and unleashed a volley of rapid-fire blasts. Goten’s head was still spinning from the kick, so he didn’t have time to block the dozens of golden Ki spheres that crashed into his body one after another seemingly without end. 

Finally, Goku built up one last, super-large energy ball for the final attack. 

Goten had just enough time to land on his feet and catch the ball of ki. He grunted as he felt himself being pushed back, but with a flare of his aura--almost turning Super Saiyan until he remebered the rule, managed to send it flying away. A massive explosion echoed from afar where the impact was. 

Goku floated above him with his hands on his hips, smiling proudly. 

Goten heaved and huffed, now feeling exhausted as if he sweat from his brow.  He really could have kept going, but decided against it and shook his head. “I’m done for now. You win....” He said and plopped down on the grass.

The fight was over. Goku grinned and flashed dual victory signs. “You did amazing, Goten. Really had me there!” 

“One of these days, I swear, the shoe is gonna be on the other foot!” Goten declared in between heavy breaths. At least his gi didn’t get ruined. 

“And I think that day will be sooner rather than later.” Goku smiled and sat down next to Goten on the grass as they waited for Panny to come back. 

Only six days remain until the 28th World Martial Arts Tournament begins!

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Details about the Hopper kitchen

Well for starters, we have a baby gate to keep Pongo at bay when we’re cooking or baking

There’s always dishes that need to be cleaned

The utensils drawer has two sides: one for Archie’s normal silverware, and one for my reusable plastic silverware

There is a drawer purely for measuring cups and tablespoons/teaspoons

There’s also a drawer purely for cooking and baking supplies

Above the counter is a rack full of sprinkles

I also have a spice-rack

One of the cabinets has only our mugs, and there’s a lot of mugs

There’s also a lot of glasses, a few wine glasses (I bought those purely because I enjoy putting lemonade and water in it)

Pongo has mainly homemade dog treats and they’re hidden in a cabinet he can’t get to

We have so much Tupperware because I have a habit of baking too much and cooking a lot

The fridge doesn’t have much drinks in it since we rarely have soda, but it’s not uncommon to find an orange soda or a pitcher of lemonade every once in a while

There’s also two types of milk, almond milk and normal milk

I keep the flour in the freezer door to prevent it from going bad

There’s also some sherbert in the freezer (lemon and orange is my favorite)

Sometimes we have little quarts of ice cream

But I have a stash of sea salt caramel dark chocolate candies above the fridge

There’s always something I’ve made in a container on the counter (whether it’s sweet bread, cookies, scones, etc)

But we have a little fruit bowl with oranges, bananas, grapes, pears etc.

The washer and dryer are also in the kitchen

There’s also a little radio on the counter because Archie and I like listening to music and dancing while we wait for the food to cook/bake

[nillamybread]

The Arcana School of Magic - Chapter 5

((This is a fan product based off an AU made by the lovely @sad-arcana-au. An additional thanks to @ducclord, @stellamyella, @nuclearlolly and @toastmgoats for submitting your apprentices to be a part of this AU. Apprentice applications are still open. I’m also SICK so that’s fun.))

Chapter 5 - The Magic Town of... Glastonbury?

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The Yelling Fire...

A tearoom near the north of the ley line - it was small and cosy with many overgrown plants, serving tea and a few assortments of baked goods. Vee decided to visit there first. Accompanied by Atis, Nadia and... Kyan? The tall woman, who was scarily quiet, seemed to come out of thin air, standing with a silent, cold glare as she continued to walk. As soon as the female was noticed, the others jumped back in fright, feeling the menacing glare coming from her. "What's wrong?" She said in a calm, gruff voice before Vee cleared their throat and spoke up.

"Well, we didn't see you there, what happened to detention?"

"Detention was cancelled... Lucio was called to the principal's office and a classroom spontaneously combusted into flames. Was probably my fault, I can't remember."

"How can you not remember if you set a classroom on FIRE?" Nadia asked in disbelief, looking baffled as well as the others.

"Was half asleep and I sneezed." Kyan shrugged softly.

"Of course you did..." Atis sighed before shrugging. "Nothing we can do now you're coming with us." She grabbed the taller woman's hand and pulled her close. "We are going to keep an eye on you and if you make anything else set on fire you will have to pay for it."

The taller nodded in approval before they continued to walk through the town, seeing most of their magical friends hanging out in different shops.

The first they noticed were Asra, Atemu and Asya. They were all in a bookstore together called The Minister's Gate, giggling and continuously getting scolded for making a mess of the order or for talking too loud. However, they all seemed to be fangirling over one of their favourite authors, as well as some other people carrying the same book. They seemed to be having fun, despite their endeavours of mischief.

The next of their friends they came across on their travels were Swan and Portia, happily running around a shop called Shambles. It held an assortment of sweets in jars and magic chocolate that made you run five times faster, as well as sherberts that turned your brain to mush and liquorice that turned you to stone. They seemed determined to try it all, and no one would stop them.

The third group of friends they spotted on their journey were Muriel, Grace and Julian. They were in an animal shelter, sitting with the chickens, playing with and feeding them. They seemed content with what they were doing and they seemed extremely positive. It seemed like everyone was busy with their own things that day.

Soon after, they arrived at the small tearoom and made their way inside the old building, overgrown with vines, vibrant flowers and gold engravings. It was rather magical for the most part. However, as soon as they walked in, they were ushered to seats and given a small platter of sweet treats to try as they looked at their order, conversing about the different teas and drinks. The group ordered some lemongrass tea, some pastries and a few sandwiches. Most conversation was slow and quiet, however, there were a few spurts of laughter and joy during their trip.

Alas, as soon as the trip started, it was over. Vee and Atis, with bags stuffed to the brim of mini cakes and pastries in napkins for later, Kyan and Nadia following a close second with some bought flasks of tea and some of the leaves for later. Many other students were already at the leyline, however, they seemed to be missing a few that they knew prior. Vee scanned the crowd and sighed, looking towards her friends queuing up for departure. "I can't find Asra and Portia. Where could they have gone?"

"I'm sure they're fine. It's not like they could disappear into thin air. Just you wait, you'll see them coming in late as always." Nadia said calmly, scanning the perimeter herself before rolling her eyes. "Besides, who would just evaporate with no explanation? Unless she got her hands on those sweets that make you invisible. But I highly doubt they would sell them to her of all people."

"Only time will tell. Who knows, they might have run off together to cause some mayhem." Kyan said softly before grunting softly. "Besides, they're not the best peacemakers."

Once they got back, they ran straight to their room and unpacked their belongings, most of it piling over revision books and the occasional ceremony candle. However, the nagging feeling of loss remained in Vee's head until it was lights out and they woke up the next day to find that something was not right. They all realised it the second they awoke...

Portia was still missing...

[demytrixi]

baldur's gate 3: Barbarians in Tights

[limpfisted]

#LIMPFISTED. LUCIFER GOT DOWN ON HIS KNEES AND PRAYED TO GOD, HIS FATHER, THE FATHER OF ALL THE ANGELS. HE WANTED PSALMS AND SONGS AND SUNSETS. HE WANTED DREAMS AND FAIRY TALES, A PARADISE LOST, BECAUSE IT HAD NOT YET BEEN MADE. HE WANTED ADVENTURE, HE WANTED PRAISE, HE WANTED JUSTICE, HE WANTED POWER—AND IN GOD’S DEFENSE, HE GOT IT AS THE GATE LOCKED BEHIND HIM.

DID IT HURT, WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN? WHEN YOUR FATHER WOULD RATHER BANISH YOU THAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYE?

THE CLOCK HAS STRUCK MIDNIGHT, THE SHARDS OF THE GLASS SLIPPER CUT INTO YOUR SAWED OFF HEEL, THE UGLY DUCKLING HAS EMERGED FROM HIS SHELL AND AWAKENED A BLACK SWAN.

What are you waiting for?! LET’S START OUR HAPPILY EVER AFTER!

LET’S MAKE A PACT !!!!

indie wyll ravengard: mobile doc / print layout doc. herbert sherbert, 25+, they/them. brief rules under the cut.

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20+ only. don’t be nasty, don’t be gross, i like horror, i like dark themes, i don’t like Bad things, but also sometimes bad things are a part of the characters trauma and we can talk about it and write about it! also: i sometimes write toxic relationships/situationships between consenting adults. there are sometimes age gaps, wyll is 24 on this blog, but age gaps happen, don’t follow if you don’t like it man.

i like a lot of your ooc posts if we’re mutuals! tell me to knock it off if u dont like it! however, if u like all my posts, i will be ur online rp bestie and personal court jester (tho we will be keeping safe professional online boundaries in place lol, i want us to be mutual fans of each other’s art, we do NOT have to share personal details.)

discord i only give out rarely. tumblr ims are best. i love to plot, i love to talk, hit up my ims!

i write about bodily harm and canon characters trauma! all astarion trauma is tagged astarion tw! all suggestive content is tagged suggestive te, nsft, and nsfw! ask me to tag whatever u like, but i may forget! oopsie doopsies! give me the benefit of the doubt.

MY ICONS ALL HAVE A BIG CLOSE-UP OF AN EYE. IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE ICONS, JUST DON’T FOLLOW. I’m not tagging it, so sorry pal.

my wyll is transmasc and non-binary, he/him, he identifies as “a blade”, you can use any “gendered terms” for him!

alright i said this was gonna be brief. jesus christ.

[butchdaydreams]

I'm going to ask you all the numbers questions again :)

Femme or butch?- I’m a butch who usually has a thing for femmes 

Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it- I’m not sure if I have a type or not, but I do know that I definitely have a thing for girls who wear glasses

Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?- Plaid button ups because I dont like the way leather smells

Describe your style- In the winter I wear corduroy pants and sweaters and in the summer its almost exclusively cargo shorts and t-shirts

Describe your aesthetic- House plants and aquarium dates and rainbow sherbert made into a soda float using sprite and milk

Favorite article of clothing?- Either my glasses because they both make me super attractive and they are functional, or by gay stompin’ boots because I love how gay they make me feel

Favorite pair of shoes?- My stompin’ boots for sure

Current haircut?- Short but needs to be cut again because I’m starting to border on an early Justin Bieber style

Any haircut goals for the future? I just need to shave it off again and I’ll be good

Describe the best date you’ve been on- For our 6 month anniversary I took my ex to the art museum near where we lived, and then we went to dinner afterwards and I could tell that I made her feel very loved with what I did

Describe the worst date you’ve been on- I don’t think I’ve had a truly bad date

Single? Taken?- I think I’m single but its complicated 

If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!- N/A I think

If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?- I want her to care about me and to look at me like I mean something to her, I want her to let me do dumb things like make her blueberry pancakes on the weekends and cuddle me when we sleep, and I want her to let me love her with my whole heart

Describe your dream wedding- I want to get married in the traditional sense but in like a casual traditional sense if that makes sense

Do you want kids?- I do, I love kids but I would want to adopt or foster instead of having them myself

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?- I like it where I am, I love being near a city without being in one

Favorite lesbian movie?- But I’m A Cheerleader because every one of those girls were so attractive to me back in high school 

Favorite lesbian novel/story?- I haven’t found any good day books, if you have a recommendation then I’m all ears

Favorite lesbian song?- Stop Desire by Tegan and Sara

Favorite lesbian musician?- Hayley Kiyoko because I am predicable

What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?- I’m a raging man hating dyke if you haven’t been able to tell

Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?- No, I have the opposite problem where people think I am dating all of my friends just because we are both gay

If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?- I like the traditional and cheesy things, like I want to go on a date before I kiss someone or become their girlfriend and I like flowers and being taken on a date and I like being told nice things about myself and basically I am just a self absorbed cheese ball

Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?- Getting to date girls and ignore men is a definite perk

Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?- I like both but dogs

Turn ons?- Praise, teasing, being told how to touch someone, being told that they want me to touch them, turning a girl into a mess, begging, edging and denial, overstimulation, and turning her on 

Turn offs?- Most bodily fluids like spit or blood or pee, and anything that is extremely violent 

Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?- I used to wait but then I waited 20 years and nothing happened so I ask people out now

What is your dream career?- I am going to be a high school science teacher

Talk about your interests or hobbies!- My main interests revolve around video games and pokemon mostly

What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?- Honesty and kindness

Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?- It takes me a while to warm up but after I trust them then the flood gates are down and I am in love almost instantly 

Ever fallen for your best-friend?- Yes, I was in love with her for three years before she found out I was gay and now she wont speak to me 

Ever fallen for a straight girl?- Yes, too many to count

The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)- I never got into it

Favorite comfort food?- I love chicken nuggets and mac and cheese and anything that brings back those feelings of being an innocent child

Coffee or tea?- Tea, I drink one (1) metric ton of tea each day

Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?- None of the above

Do you have any pets?- Not at the moment, but at times I keep fish in my room

Early-riser or night-owl?- I used to be an early riser but have turned into a night owl and I’m trying to get back to how I was

What is your sign?- Aquarius

Can you drive?- I can, and not to be too much of a dyke but I also drive a stick shift

Who was your first lesbian crush?- The above straight best friend

At what age did you know you were a lesbian?- I think I knew in 7th grade but shoved it down until 10th grade when I decided that I was a bi person who was asexual, and then in 12th grade after going through about 12 other labels I now call myslef a lesbian

At what age did you come out (if you have)?- I came out to friends in my freshman year of college but my parents still dont know

Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?- I am, and I know she likes me too so thats good I guess

Talk about how your day went- I woke up at 1:00 in the afternoon, which was 10 minutes before my 4 hour lab, I transplanted some genetically modified plants and separated some chloroplasts from their cells and finished an essay. Nothing too fun

Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future- I dont know why, but I’m craving domestic things and blueberry pancakes at the moment

Least favorite gay celebrity?- Ellen DeGeneres 

[knitcrate]

October 2020 Reveals

Let's check out our latest crates!

For our crates this month, we worked with inspirational knit designer Chantal Miyagishima aka Knitatude as our influencer partner!

Chantal is a self-taught knitter from Calgary Alberta, Canada where wooly knits help keep her warm. She creates beginner-friendly, cozy knit designs with basic stitches and simple elegant lines that are great for the newest of knitters who want to expand their skills. Chantal will help you take your knitting game from cowls to sweaters before you know it. From her classy sassy attitude to her purple hair, we know you'll enjoy her every bit as much as we do!

We are excited to be working with Chantal this month and can’t wait to share her design for our Membership Crate with you!

The theme for October is Nudesse, a new nude for everyone that has us dipping a toe into a neutral palette. Join us as we play with the idea of neutral and explore the versatility of oft-overlooked hues.

Now let’s meet this month’s yarn! Click below to watch the full reveal on Youtube.

KnitCrate Membership

Our October Membership Crates feature URU.YARN Chonk, an ultra-fluffy air spun blend of 82% Merino Wool and 18% Peruvian Pima Cotton. Each super bulky skein gives you 109 yds (100m) in each 100g skein. Each Membership Crate will have 2 matching skeins for the coziest of projects.

Energize Me: Petal

This dusty rouge reminds us of hues found in red clay rocks bringing the contrast of intensity and softness to reality.

Chill Out: Shiraz in the City

This dark neutral is a complex charcoal gray with subtle purple undertones that will be the talk of the town. The light will pick up different tones as the day moves on and will have people asking others what shade they see.

All Natural: Porcelain

This hue from nature’s neutral palette is wooly-soft with subtle light and dark shades throughout.

Membership Patterns

Knit Membership Pattern

This month's knit pattern comes from the fabulous Chantal Miyagishima, Knitatude, herself! The Cozy Keltic Kerchief was inspired by those cool, crisp fall walks, where it’s too hot to pull out the full knits, but there’s still a chill in the air that bites. This double brimmed, long dickie is perfect for those days when you need the cozy warmth of wool without the bulk of a sweater.

KNIT Pattern Details

Needles: US 13 (9mm) circular needle, 20" (50cm)  

Yarn Needed: 215 (273, 327) yds (197, 250, 299 m) used / 2 (2.5, 3) skeins needed  

Notions: Cable needle, stitch markers (2), tapestry needle, scissors, scrap yarn

To Fit Bust Sizes: 32–38 (40–46, 48–54)" / 81–97 (102–117, 122–137) cm Finished Size:Cowl Height: 4.5” (11.5 cm) (all sizes) Cowl Width: 11 (12.5, 14)" / 28 (32, 35.5) cm Width Front: 10.5 (14.5, 18.5)” / 26.5 (37, 46) cm Length Front: 18 (20.5, 23.25)” / 46 (52, 59) cm

Photo Credit Chantal Miyagishima / Knitatude

Photo Credit Chantal Miyagishima / Knitatude

Crochet Membership Pattern

The Overcast Cowl by Melissa Fisher (Woods and Wool) was inspired by the cold, gray winter days where the world seems still. The super soft yarn, neutral tones, and squishy ribbed texture make it easy to style and wear all season long. It’s a little reminder that no matter how chilly or gray the weather, you can step outside with the cozy comforts of home.  

CROCHET Pattern Details

Hook: US M or N/13 (9 mm)

Yarn Needed: 164 yds (150 m) used / 2 skeins needed  

Notions: tapestry needle, scissors

Finished Size: Circumference: 31" (79 cm) Height: 13" (33 cm)

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Sock Crate Membership

Our October Sock Crate Membership yarn is Audine Wools Luxury Sock, 75% Superwash Merino Wool, 15% Nylon, and 10% Cashmere. Each 100g skein gives you 439 yds (401m). Your sock crate includes one skein of this luxurious fiber to craft your next favorite pair of socks.

Energize me: Sherbert

Just like the changing seasons, this colorway transitions well from peach sorbet to pumpkin-everything. (PS: Pronounce the R or keep it silent - the choice is yours!)

Chill Out: Slip

A cool gray is yours in this vibe that will make cables pop as well as showcase simple stockinette with its soft and subtle tone.

All Natural: Daphne

Like the earthy greens of a laurel, this shade has a steeliness to it that is stunning and has us spellbound.

Sock Crate Membership Patterns

Knit Sock Pattern

Lauren Gates of Seraphym Fibres brings us the Twist Sock, a ribbed sock with a twisted cable instep that was inspired by the innate simplicity of natural and neutral hues. Every colorway this month will pop with these socks!

KNIT Pattern Details Needles: US 0 (2mm) circular needle, 32" (80cm) for magic loop.

Yarn Needed: 215 (242, 269, 296, 322) yds (196.5, 221, 246, 270.5, 294.5) m) used / 1 skein needed for all sizes  

Notions: Cable needle, tapestry needle, Stitch marker (1)

Sizes: A (B, C, D, E)

To Fit Circumference (Widest part of foot): 7 (8, 9, 10, 11)" / 18 (20, 23, 25, 28) cm. This design features a cable pattern which can add a tightness across the instep of the foot. If you have a high instep, I would suggest you go up one size.

Finished Measurements:Circumference: Includes 2" of negative ease (sock is very stretchy); 5 (6, 7, 8, 9)" / 12.5 (15, 17.5, 25, 28) cm.

Crochet Sock Pattern

For crochet, Rohn Strong has designed the Fizzy Peach Socks. This beginner-friendly pattern has you playing with half double crochet lace to create this anklet with a square toe and an afterthought heel.

CROCHET Sock Pattern Details Hook: US C/2 (2.75 mm)

Yarn Needed: 31 (176, 229, 288, 354, 427) yds (120 (161, 209, 263, 324, 390) m) used /  1 skein needed for all sizes  

Notions: Tapestry Needle, stitch marker (1), scissors, tape measure

Sizes: XS (S, M, L, XL, 2X)   To Fit Foot Circumference: 6 (7, 8, 9, 10, 11)" / 15 (18, 20.5, 23, 25.5, 28) cm To Fit Foot Length: Adjustable  Height: 5" (13 cm) from bottom of heel

Finished Size: Foot Circumference: 5.5 (6.5, 7.5, 8.5, 9.5, 10.5)” / 14 (16.5, 19, 21.5, 24, 26.5) cm Foot Length: Adjustable  Sock Height: 1" (2.5. cm) from top of heel  

Want to join Sock Crate Membership? You can do it here!

Mrs. Crosby Travels Partner Crate, Quarterly Membership

Travel continues to be a bit tricky these days, but the ever-resourceful Mrs. Crosby managed to charter a private jet for a visit to Berlin. While she wasn’t able to attend all of her originally scheduled stops, she took in several architectural tours with the friendliest of guides (all properly masked with the safest of precautions, of course). They introduced her to a world of inspiration in the natural tones of stone, copper, and brick, and the evening lights that glowed upon it all. Most importantly, she returned with skeins of this quarter’s yarn!

This quarter, we are featuring Mrs. Crosby’s Wanderlust, a cozy blend of 90% Superwash Merino Wool and 10% Nylon. Each 100g skein gives you 120 yds (110m) of bulky weight yarn. Your Mrs. Crosby Travels Crate will include 3 skeins exclusively dyed in the Gemütlichkeit colorway that captures the beauty of Berlin’s architecture on a base that reflects the warmth of the friendship she made while on her excursion.

Mrs. Crosby Travels Quarterly Crate Patterns

Knit Pattern

Kick back in coziness with the Couch Boots by Katrina Walter (Oliphant Kat). Quick to knit in bulky yarn, these boots will fly off your needles just in time for colder weather.

KNIT Pattern Details Hook: US 9 (5.5 mm) circular needle, 24" (60 cm) or longer for magic loop

Yarn Needed: 155 (187, 220, 256, 294) yds (142 (171, 201, 234, 269) m) / 2 (2, 2, 3, 3) skeins needed

Notions: Ruler or measuring tape, stitch markers (2), scrap yarn for holding stitches, tapestry needle.

Sizes: 1 (2, 3, 4, 5) To fit foot circumference: 7 (8, 9, 10, 11)" /  18 (20, 23, 25, 28) cm Finished Measurements:Circumference: 7 (8, 9, 10, 11)" / 18 (20, 23, 25, 28) cm

Crochet Pattern

What maker doesn't love a great tote bag? Sandra's Crochet Tote Bag by Claire Olivia Golden is created with textured stitches and unique construction with minimal stitching and the most adorable optional pocket on the inside. It's perfect for filling with yarn or anything else you need to carry about (but we all know it will be yarn!).

CROCHET Pattern Details Hook: US I/9 (5.5 mm)

Yarn Needed: 360 yds (330 m) used / 3 skeins needed    

Notions: Locking stitch markers (2), tapestry needle, scissors

Finished Size: 8" (20.5 cm) wide × 3.5" (9 cm) deep  × 9.5" (24 cm) tall; Strap height: 12.5" (32 cm);  Total Strap Length Before Attaching: 25": (64 cm)