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cherryfennec · 3 months

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So this was originally supposed to have a kickass artwork of the bros using the power- up and stuff but then I got sick and then I realised Im out of time and here we are so uh hieee everyone and welcome to my post-

Happy MAR10 Day! For the occasion, let's go back to the (not discussed in a long time) Power-Up headcanons. This time I'll focus on the Ice Flower (most of the lore under cut like last time)!

This was surprisingly requested by some (3) people. I'm going to be honest, I barely remembered this one at first. I kinda know how it looks and generally what it does, which will have to be enough to base this entire thing on. With that being said, I did some thinking and here's what I've got:

General headcanons;

This one has difficulty surviving outside of it's original environment. If you want to keep a batch in the house your best bet is to use the fridge/freezer, otherwise it looses both it's blue look and the stored energy. See, the Ice Flower originally wasn't (and still technically isn't) it's own flower species. Let me elaborate:

Nowadays the conditions there are not as harsh, however a rather long time ago travelers heading towards places like the Snow Mountain needed to be both be specially trained and very well equipped to even attempt a climb. A heat source was a big must, and it so happens that it often consisted of Fire Flowers. They'd put some in their coats to keep warm, as well as store a few in the backpack just in case they needed to protect themselves from monsters. When setting camp during their journeys these hikers would use the Power-Ups energy to start fires and cook food. After the flowers were depleted of their energy and entered their hibernation stage (I talked about it in my Fire Flower post), they would be simply thrown away like trash. Waiting for them to recharge was often not beneficial, especially in conditions like this, so there was ultimately no point in keeping them. However like I mentioned before, Fire Flowers are very adaptable, which actually wasn't that known at the time. Instead of wilting, these stubborn plants would try gathering energy like the usual, but since it was very cold and direct sunlight was limited, they decided to collect something else. While not all flowers made it, a few managed to amass the eminating frost and turn it into a new kind of energy which proved to be enough for their survival. With time even their petal colour changed to blueish hues. And thus the Fire Flowers in the area became Ice Flowers and over the years started populating the mountains and snowfields.

The Ice Flower is a multiple use Power-Up in theory but more often than not you'll find yourself without a place to freeze it after using one. If it's not placed in a cold environment during it's hibernation it'll either die or, more uncommonly, simply revert back to being a Fire Flower after a long process.

Mario and Luigi specific headcanons;

While the idea of being able to freeze stuff sounded cool it wasn't very fun to learn.

In Marios case imagine: you're good at something, really, REALLY good at something. Okay great, now imagine being told that your knowledge doesn't matter because now you need to do the opposite of what you've learned. Back with the theme of "elements don't mix", Mario absolutely hated how much effort he needed to put into focusing the newfound energy to barely make a tiny projectile. Even before he got the Firebrand he had enough difficulty with it, so it only got worse from there. This was one of the rare times where learning the bare basics instead of mastering a Power-Up was enough for him.

Luigi didn't really mind. The main complications came more from the vague instructions he received during training rather than his own inability. Suprisingly or not the Thunderhand didn't make this one much of a pain either, I guess anomalies attract eachother. While he doesn't consider this Power-Up as a favourite he still finds it pretty fun that he can freeze and walk on water. Did you know, he used to be pretty good at skating in high school. If you didn't he'll make sure to bring it up at a given occasion. Back to ice powers, he definitely outdoes his brother on this one, even if not by much.

There's probably one more thing I should mention. Despite the contrary belief the Ice Flower does NOT increase ones tolerance to cold temperatures. To be frank it might even decrease it by lowering the bodys natural temperature, making the chances of frostbite higher. And so, they learned it the hard way.

In conclusion, this is more of a situational Power-Up. It's neither easy to find or preserve which can be annoying but despite all this it's hard to deny that it's ultimately a useful tool.

Few bonus headcanons!

I don't know how much sense I conveyed through my broken wording and less than average writing skills but it's not that shabby if I say so myself. Just like last time some details might change in the future but for now that's the general idea that I have considering the Ice Flower. Once again thank you to whoever took the time to read this!

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beskarandblasters · 30 days

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Small Discoveries

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Author’s note: My entry for @morallyinept’s Flora and Fauna challenge! The graphic is by me and dividers are by @saradika-graphics 💐

Summary: You and Din enjoy the scenery of Naboo where you learn something new about him.

Word count: 717

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established relationship, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Grogu is with Luke, very light angst, fluff, pet names (cyar’ika), no use of y/n

You’re on Naboo with Din and it’s your first time visiting. He had to come here for a bounty and you decided to tag along. The planet’s in full bloom, teeming with flowers on the streets and lining all of the windows. You’ve heard this planet is famous for its natural landscape- specifically its rolling hills. And you’re dying to see them.

But for now, you’re stuck in the Razor Crest, waiting for Din to return from his job. You’re sitting in the cockpit, watching the clouds roll along above you. You’re excited to enjoy a little slice-of-life moment with him for once. Ever since Grogu left to train with the Jedi, he’s been working himself to the bone, taking bounty after bounty to distract from the pain.

You hear the exit ramp lowering and climb down from the cockpit, watching as Din schleps the bounty inside. He’s already knocked unconscious but Din shoves him in the carbonite freezer anyway, sighing once he’s done dragging such a heavy load.

Once the bounty is secured in the carbonite you ask Din, “Care for a little sightseeing?” with wide eyes and a sweet smile, hoping he’ll say yes. He knows you’ve been so excited to come here.

“Anything for you, cyar’ika. What would you like to see?” he says, softening up and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“The fields.”

“Let’s go.”

He leads you down the ramp, sealing the Crest behind you two. He’s docked on the outskirts of Theed so the fields aren’t far. And soon enough, you’re met with the scenic views of majestic hills. Mountains loom in the background and the sun peeks through the clouds. The breeze gently shakes the grass and… the wildflowers. Maker, they’re beautiful, in all different colors.

You can’t help yourself. You start running down the hill, letting the wind kiss your skin.

“Wait!” Din shouts behind you.

You turn and watch him barrel down the hill after you. But he’s not as graceful. Because he trips and lands on a rock, falling helmet first. A gasp escapes your lips. Your first instinct is to run over to him but once he hit the ground his helmet flew off.

You run over to him, picking up his helmet that skidded towards you while simultaneously trying not to look at his face. You keep your eyes averted to the ground and walk over to him but just as you’re handing him his helmet, he sneezes.

“I don’t… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sneeze before.”

Instead of responding, he sneezes again. And again. And again.

“I think… I’m allergic to the flowers,” he sniffles.

You can’t help but laugh.

“What? It’s not funny,” he says. You imagine he’s pouting. He puts on his helmet and his modulated voice returns. “Much better.”

“So you’re allergic to flowers and I heard you sneeze for the first time… Does the helmet normally drown out the sneezes?” you say, looking at him. He’s sitting in the grass, legs straight out in front of him with his hands flat on their palms behind him.

“Yes, but normally I don’t have to sneeze. The helmet blocks out most irritants.”

“Hm. You learn something new every day.”

You sit down next to him and lean on his shoulder, admiring the beauty around you. It’s silent between you two but for once it’s not comfortable. It feels natural. Your mind wanders to what life was like before Grogu left, how happy the three of you were before. You think about bringing Grogu here and how much he’d love the flowers. You reach out and pick one, smelling it and being sure not to mention Grogu. It’s a sensitive topic for Din and rightfully so.

But then he surprises you again, for the third time today.

“I bet the kid would like it here.”

You look over at him and he meets your gaze, the sunlight bouncing off his helmet as his cape billows in the wind. Your heart swells with love, happy that he’s finally enjoying himself for once.

“I bet he would,” you affirm, leaning against his shoulder.

“Thanks for putting up with me,” Din whispers. “I know it hasn’t been easy.”

“It’s no problem” you reassure him. “Thanks for taking me here.”

“Anything for you, cyar’ika.”

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revengeghoulette · 4 days

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Matcha Latte w/Rose

Part 5: Lovesick

Part 1 2 3 4

Playlist: The Rosy Crown

Lovesickness is real for our lovely ghouls. A/N: I was gonna try and do little Mushy May blurbs, but I decided to combine them all into this chapter. 2.2K words. Art by the wonderful and talented @arkeusruin Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows: Coffee Shop AU (by default), “Shut up I'm taking care of you” , Baby talk, Morning coffee cuddles, “You're blushing”, warming them up, funny shirts Tags: @obsidianghoul @gottagho-st @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected @sentientgolfball @everybodyshusband @clouds-bitch @sovaghoul @foxybouquet @hyperobsession @papaslittlesunshine @crystalameoba @hypnoneghoul @lo-rt @ghostlylivres

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It’s a stormy Friday night in Whispering Vales. The streets, usually filled with students going to the football game or going out, are empty. Not a single soul is seen roaming the streets, giving it the perfect ambiance for the upcoming Halloween celebration.

Mountain rummages through his freezer only to find he’s out of ice cream. His fever had been getting worse throughout the day and he needed some sort of iced treat to help him regulate his temperature. In the midst of a heartbreak, he forgot to stock up on essential teas and medicines too. This time of year was usually the worst in terms of illness for the earth ghoul. Too many changes take a toll on his body.

He had no choice but to gear up and head to Dr. Toms, the local drug store.

After putting on his rain boots, he grabs the umbrella by the door, and walks to the store, braving the severe weather.

Once at the store, he acknowledges Arthur, the pharmacist on duty, and heads straight to the tea aisle. He grabs a few boxes of a variety of teas, immediately regretting not grabbing a basket, and heads for the frozen section.

He felt his fever raising, his head spinning and vision blurring. He pauses for a moment to gather himself. Ice cream, meds, bed. Ice cream, meds, bed, Mountain recited his mantra before continuing his mission.

“Mountain?” a familiar voice says.

Oh fuck. Not now.

He grabs the ice cream from the freezer and looks in the direction of the voice.

A scratchy “hi” is all he could muster out, his throat drier than the Sahara, still unsure of who was speaking to him, the store lights too bright, and his vision still blurry.

Swiss looks Mountain up and down, taking in his disheveled look. He’s wearing his pajama pants inside out, his jacket lazily zipped. He noticed how pale and clammy skin was. He could’ve been Edward Cullen's cousin. Mountain was squinting, trying to keep the light out of his eyes.

“Here, let me help you. You don’t look so good,” Swiss steps up next to him, trying to grab a few things off his hands.

Mountain declines his help and heads towards the register, but he doesn’t make it. His knees give out from under him, and his whole world goes black.

Swiss, only a step behind him, rushes and catches him, only to realize the earth ghoul had gone unconscious. Mountain’s body goes limp, his teas and ice cream spilling everywhere.

His glamor was slowly receding, his energy completely exhausted. Swiss had to get the fainted ghoul out of there soon before he became completely unglamored. Luckily they were the only two ghouls at the store, so it wouldn’t have been such a big deal.

Unbeknownst to Swiss, Arthur was a quintessence ghoul who had special medicine for Mountain. As Swiss picked up Mountain bridal style, the clerk bagged everything up, and tossed in vials of medicine for the unconscious ghoul, and some instructions. He sends Swiss away, telling him not to worry about the payment, he’ll take care of it.

Lugging the dead weight of a 6ft tall earth ghoul up three flights of stairs was no easy feat for the baker, but somehow he managed it. Noticing the door was unlocked, he entered Mountain's apartment, and beelined to the bedroom where he laid the sick ghoul on his bed. Swiss takes a deep breath to collect himself before rendering care to his hunk of a ghoul.

He takes off Mountain's wet rain jacket and hangs it in the shower so as to not get the floor wet. Next, he takes off his shoes and socks, then gently removes his clothes and tries to change him into something comfortable. All he was able to find was a shirt that says “PEW PEW MADAFAKAS” with a frazzled cat holding pew-pews in each hand, and some weird penguin pants. Well, this will have to do.

With difficulty, he maneuvered Mountain’s long limbs into the fresh shirt and shorts.

You are not light, my friend, but there you go. All fresh and clean. You just lay there and I’ll take care of you. Swiss is fully aware Mountain can’t hear him, but he feels obligated to provide commentary in the quiet apartment.

Remembering what his mom would do when he was sick, he grabs a cool, damp rag and a little container and lays the rag on his forehead.

Just like that. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be in the kitchen making tea and preparing your medicine.

Swiss plants a kiss on his burning cheek, and leaves the room.

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Mountain slowly comes to. His head is heavy, limbs immobile, he’s unsure of his surroundings. He looks around, trying to decipher where he is. Last thing he remembers is going to the store.

Where am I? He thinks.

“You’re home,” that same voice from the grocery store speaks from the hallway. He must’ve spoken that outloud, and not realized it. The sick ghoul looks around the room trying to find the source of the voice. Just then a figure walks in holding a mug and a bottle of pills.

“Swiss?” He tries to sit up, but fails, groaning in pain. He lays in his bed, breathing heavily, not really knowing where the pain is stemming from.

“It’s actually Nurse Swiss, I’ve changed professions for the weekend.” Swiss jokes.

“Funny, but I’m okay, go home. I’ll be alright. Just need tea,” Mountain pants as he struggles to sit up on his bed.

“Oh, shush, I’m taking care of you, now.” Swiss hands him some pills from the bottle and a little bit of water. The pills immediately taking effect and relieving Mountain’s body ache, but the fever remains. Bless ghoul medicine.

Just as Mountain gets comfortable, he goes into a coughing fit. He can’t really talk, so he points to the water cup.

“Aww does wittle Mountain need water?”

He grabs a cup of water and places the straw between Mountain's lip. He takes a few sips.

“There you go baby. I’m gonna make you all better. Let’s get you all cozy and have some snuggles. You’re so brave Momo. Let’s get you some medicine and I'll read you a story.”

The coughing subsides, and Mountain returns to his lying position. He smiles as Swiss baby talks him into health. That’s not the talk he wants to hear or have though.

Mount musters up the courage to say, “We should talk.”

“You need to sleep, we'll talk later,” Swiss brushes him off, picking up a book to read.

“No, now's the perfect time. I can’t run away,” Mountain tries to joke, but fails.

Setting down the book, Swiss gets up from the chair and sits on the bed and takes Mountain’s paw into his hand. He tries to pull away, but he has no energy to fight against Swiss’ grip.

“I saw you. You and that girl a few days ago at the bookshop.”

The multi ghoul head hangs low, before looking up to him.

“Did you see the part where she pushed me away? Or when she slapped me and told me to get my shit together?” Mountain shakes his head, “We have history, and I’m a massive idiot. I shouldn’t have done that. I- uh did apologize to her and she rightfully beat my ass to a pulp, so y'know. We’re good on that end.” Swiss laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“I know I'm not all well versed in ghoul stuff. That’s why I had Aurora over that night. For background, she’s a nurse over at Aspen Creek.”

The sick ghoul looks at Swiss upon hearing the name. Aspen Creek is a village where elder ghouls go to retire and live out their best ghoul life until the Ripper comes and collects their souls, returning them back to the pit.

“Aurora and I met in college in a psychology course. We hit it off and we just became good friends. Her and your colleague Phantom are cousins, actually. She was destined to be a companion. She has this way of talking to people who are struggling and going through stuff. She actually helped me a lot while I was in school. I got bullied often and, well, you don't really need to hear about that. Anyways, I asked her to come over and help me understand ghouls. Understand myself, actually. Like what am I? What's my history, what powers do I have? I don’t know. I want to be able to understand us, Mounty. I want a future together.”

“A- A future?” Mountain blushes at his caretaker's words.

“Aw, you’re blushing! And it’s not the fever, since that's going down slowly,”

Mountain shies away.

“Swiss, I- I’m sorry for not talking to you after the date. It was the best date I've ever had. Like ever. In my many years of living, I've never enjoyed myself that much. I- I got scared when the high from that night was wearing off, walking to my apartment, reality started to settle in and so did all the anxiety.”

Mountain starts to shake a little, he squeezes Swiss’ hand tighter before continuing.

“I had a mate a long time ago. She betrayed me with my best friend, and I got scared. We were told that mates were a once in a lifetime thing, but then I found you… and all the hurt came back to me and, I don’t know. I panicked, alienated myself. I should’ve talked to you.”

“We’re mates, aren’t we?” Swiss asks cautiously.

“Yeah. We’re mates. I'm sorry I was a dick to you, and shut you out.” Tears slid down his face, the rag on his forehead long gone and his fever subsided for now.

“It’s okay, Momo. It’s okay.” Overwhelmed with emotions, Swiss begins to cry.

Mountain pulls him down, into his chest where he silently sobs. “Do you mean it? You want a future with me?”

Swiss lifts his head up, and plants a kiss on Mountain's forehead, further implanting the thought. “Yes. I do”

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Swiss wakes up in the middle of the night to find Mountain shivering. Looking down he discovers that he’d thrown the blankets to the side. Getting up gently, he switches out Mountain's sweat soaked shirt for another fresh one. He found a pink shirt that read “I Got my Lobotomy Done Claire’s.” Did Mountain not own normal shirts?

The recovering ghoul was in such a deep sleep, he didn’t stir in his sleep while Swiss haphazardly threw his arms around trying to get the shirt on.

Once changed, Swiss snuggled up next to Mountain, trying to warm him up. He wrapped his arms around him and brought him closer to his chest. He also intertwined their legs and tails, trying to get as close to him as possible.

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The earth ghoul awakens with the sunrise streaming through the crack of the curtain. He takes a moment to stare at the sleepy ghoul in his arms, positions shifting in the night. The stress lines gone with the night, gold flakes in his horns shining, he looks at peace, and happy. A faint little smile played on his lips. This chaotic ghoul was all his.

Swiss groans something incomprehensible. Mountain had subconsciously been squeezing him tighter and tighter as homey thoughts invaded his brain.

“Oh, shit sorry,” he releases his grip on the half sleeping ghoul.

“S’okay. G’morning love,” Swiss yawns.

“Good morning, swissypoo,” Mountain says, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, trying to hide a laugh.

“Ew, no. Only the girls call me that. Pick something else.”

“Fine, good morning bitch.”

Swiss playfully slaps him. Mountain lets out a hearty laugh, “you told me to pick something else!”

They bicker back and forth, sharing laughs and nickname ideas, none that Swiss actually liked since they were all ‘too aggressive’ for his liking.

Swiss gets up and resumes caretaker duties. He double checked Mountain’s temperature with a thermometer and gave him one last dose of medication for good measure. He rummaged in the kitchen for a few minutes before returning with two cups of expertly made coffee. He catches Mountain inspecting his goofy outfit.

“You have some funny shirts,” Swiss points out.

Mountain clackles so hard he goes into a coughing fit. “I forgot I owned this one. My sister likes to send them to me for holidays and birthdays. I use them for gardening, or random house chores.”

Swiss gets back on the bed, where they lay in comfortable silence, sipping their coffees. Once the mugs are empty, Swiss gets up and sets them on the side table.

“How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, thanks to my nurse.”

“Good, cause you're gonna need your energy for what I have planned.”

Mountain looks at Swiss confused, tilting his head at Swiss standing up, only to sit back down, straddling Mount’s lap.

Grasping onto what Swiss had in mind, Mount wasn’t sure it was a good idea. “I’m still sick, could still be contagious”

“I don’t care,” Swiss responds quickly, cupping Mountain’s face and kissing him with all his might, slowly grinding down on his hips. Mountain smiles into the kiss as his hands slide down to Swiss ass, squeezing him.

Fuck it. Time to claim him.

Look at him 🥺🥺 he’s so sick in his funny tshirt

#revenge works #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghost band #matcha latte w rose fic #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic

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bloodfin · 7 months

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planning out this menu for next week so of course thinking about the ghouls and their kitchen/food habits

dew loves sweet, crunchy treats. kettle corn, frozen chocolates, chocolate covered nuts. anything sweet that will leave a trail of crumbs will do. what he hates, however, is dishes, so he'll do anything possible to avoid making more, including using a paper towel as a makeshift plate (this of course leads to more mess, and mountain has nearly banned him from the space on several occasions)

rain loves spicy foods. ordering thai? he's requesting level 5 spicy, with extra chili paste on the side. loves to chase spice-intolerant dew around offering kisses after. he has too many teeth, so he won't touch stringy foods like celery. in the kitchen, he will clean as he goes, but never remembers where to put the spatulas or whisks so good luck figuring out which drawer he plopped them in

mountain also has a sweet tooth, but more for cakes and cookies. his baking is rivaled only by sunshine, and they'll tackle the most difficult recipes together to make actual magic. also makes the best ✨️special✨️ treats with his home-grown stash. extremely clean and organized; everyone knows better than to bother him in the kitchen, choosing to sit and observe at the island instead. if they're extra good, he'll slide them a sample

swiss loves savory and crunchy snacks. chips, pretzels, extra toasty cheeze-its. mountain made him savory trail mix once and now he asks for a pound of it every yule. will keep the kitchen pretty tidy, but has an unfortunate habit of forgetting to close the cabinets he opens and has bonked himself on more than one occasion. also known to make anything into leftover sandwiches that have no right to be as tasty as they are

aether is a grill dad. grilling is peaceful for him, plus it keeps his hands warm. loves a good classic burger, or a grilled chicken salad, definitely a savory guy. there could be a foot of snow outside, and aeth will be lighting the grill up for dinner without complaint. he's still learning to use the smoker, ever the perfectionist, but no one is complaining about eating the "messed up" brisket that doesn't quite fall apart when you poke it

aurora is the soup queen. loves eating soup, making soup; all soup, all the time. the den has a lot of mouths to feed so mountain made her a special step stool to help her see more easily into the massive kitchen stock pot while she cooks. her favorite to eat (but least favorite to make) is cauliflower soup, it's creamy and delicious, but every time she uses an immersion blender the ceiling gets as much soup as she does

sunshine also loves baking. her favorite is a classic raspberry french macaron and she has perfected the technique - it's impressive. phantom loves to watch her cook in particular, she's so clean and precise, they hope one day to hold a measuring cup like she does. sunshine is a bit more patient in the kitchen, showing whoever is watching little tips and tricks. wears the cutest floral apron, almost always covered in flour handprints

cumulus is all about fruits and berries, loves citrus and blackberries the best. mountain painstakingly cares for a little tangerine tree, just for her. her favorite foods to make are comfort foods, and she always makes the macaroni and cheese for big group dinners. everyone begs for it (and rain doesn't even add hot sauce), but she is definitely one of the messier cooks. everyone knows she has been in the kitchen when there are wrappers left about, little twist ties on the counter. the pack doesn't mind terribly, not when her dishes could cure any emotional wound

cirrus is all about cold, sweet snacks. loves ice cream and popsicles, the freezer is well stocked. her favorite is orange pushpops, and she will take exactly zero questions about it. works with great efficiency in the kitchen, and will often be the one planning dinner party menus with mountain. that, and which special snack he should make next. her specific cooking talent is bread, in particular sourdough. she made a cinnamon bread once that made dew cream his pants, he still hasn't lived it down

phantom burned water once, never tried cooking again. loves to wear a thrifted shrek shirt, "in the morning, im making waffles." they aren't, they barely use the toaster, but they'll make puppy eyes at mountain until he sighs and starts getting the batter ready. will eat anything anyone feeds them, but has an extra soft spot for those cloyingly sweet white puffy sugar cookies with bright colored frosting and sprinkles. the first time they had one was halloween, and they insisted on saving all the bat sprinkles

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #ghost headcanons #this got long if it's annoying on the dash ill add a readmore just let me know 🤍#written on mobile between grocery planning so if you see mistakes shhh you don't

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vanoincidence · 3 months

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Pointed Conversations || Van & Cass

TIMING: current. LOCATION: regan's apartment. PARTIES: @magmahearts & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: van and cass hang out! CONTENT: none!

Van flipped through a few pages of the comic book she held in her hands, tilting her head to the side. “Why do they always draw the boobs so pointy? It’s weird.” She knew why. Sexism, or something. Van looked over at Cass with a small smile, the plethora of snacks spilled out on Regan’s coffee table. Thea was at work, so it was just the two of them. “You stole this, right? The pointy boobs lady, I mean.” She closed the comic and set it onto the table, still respecting that it might hold sentimental value for Cass. “I don’t think it’s worth spending your money on, so if you did, I think you should go and get a refund.” Things had been… weird, to say the least. Between Regan practically pawning off her apartment after deciding she was going to go back to Ireland, to finally accepting that she did in fact have magic, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything else, much less anyone else. She wanted to pay attention to Cass, so she cut those thoughts and looked at her friend with a smile.

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“Most of them aren’t super great at anatomy,” Cass replied, a little absently. She’d been doing most things absently lately. Ever since Alex left (not because of you, everyone said, but what did it matter? Even if Alex hadn’t left because of Cass, she hadn’t been enough to stay for, either.), she’d found it harder and harder to interact with the world in a cheerful manner. She used to be better at at least faking happy, but… It seemed like such an impossible feat these days. Cass had never met a mountain she couldn’t climb, being an oread or all, but this was what she imagined it would have felt like. Like even if she got to the top, she’d trip and fall all the way to the bottom again. She glanced back to Van, trying hard to keep herself present in the moment. She was here, in her friend’s apartment. There were comics strewn on the table. There were dead mice in the freezer that she was trying not to ask about, because she understood the Regan of it all. There was an ache in her chest, but when wasn’t there? All she seemed to do was ache, these days. “I stole it,” she confirmed. “But I buy some sometimes, too. There’s a comic shop here in town, and the person who owns it is really nice, so I don’t mind buying from her. Not this one, though. I stole this one from an old guy’s house.”

—

“You’re right, I don’t think that… anybody who draws women like this has like, ever actually seen one.” Van closed the comic and put it to the side, cupping her hands beneath her chin to look her friend over. She wasn’t the best friend a person could have– she was regularly anxious, always distracted by her own woes, but it was a new year! She could be somebody else, and she wanted to be somebody else. Desperately. As Cass confirmed that this specific comic was stolen, she nodded. “Good, I’m glad you did the great deed of theft.” She slapped her hand over the pointy boobed woman and got up from where she sat at the table. “Do you want anything to drink? Red bull, water– I think the orange juice might be Thea’s…” She opened up the fridge and peered inside, frowning at the leftovers that were beginning to grow more and more dull with every day. “Hey, I bet we could order something…? I have some money since I haven’t been paying rent and stuff. If you want.” She hung off the fridge door as she looked at Cass.

—

Cass managed a small laugh at that. “Probably not.” Most comic book artists were, like, stereotypical nerds, weren’t they? The kind people shoved into lockers in movies, who didn’t talk to girls because they were afraid of them. It was kind of nice to focus on the novelty of that instead of the ache in her chest, and Van was always good at that. When she was with Van, she got to think about things other than what was wrong with her. She got to imagine a world where she was less of a mess, less of a terrible thing that everyone always left in the end. With Van, Cass got to be a support system, and that was a good thing, wasn’t it? That meant Van wouldn’t want to leave her. Not for a while, anyway. Not until she found someone who could support her better. She watched her friend slap the comic’s cover, nodded a little. “He probably didn’t even appreciate the story,” she added, because despite the pointy-boobed art, this comic did have a good story. That seemed a common sacrifice in comics; you got good art, or you got a good story. You rarely got both. Cass turned her head, watching as Van got up to cross the room. “Red Bull sounds good,” she agreed, even though she didn’t really like Red Bull. Van liked Red Bull, and Van would be more likely to like someone who liked the same things she liked. Right? “We should totally order food, too. What are you in the mood for? I could eat whatever.”

—

“I don’t think so either.” She frowned, thinking about the story and how it meant more to her than the art. She wasn’t sure how the art had gotten approved, or if he was some senior artist who had tenure and that meant something more. It pissed Van off, despite not really knowing the reason. “Maybe…” Van considered their options, pulling two red bulls from the back of the fridge. She took her seat back across from Cass and slid one of them over, lips quirked to the side, gaze settling on her friends face as she tried to pull from the options that suddenly disappeared from her mind. Finally, Van perked up as she popped the tab of her red bull, “what about thai food? I think a new place opened up, and I’ve heard their curry is like, really good.” She took a sip of the drink and felt the bubbles ease down her throat– a familiar and comforting feeling. “Oh, we could get papaya salad, too!”

—

To Cass, the story of a comic was always more important than the art. She knew opinions on that sort of thing varied from person to person — she’d known people who would tolerate an awful story for good art the same way she’d cope with awful art for a good story — but she’d always been firm in her opinion. The story was what mattered. It wasn’t important what it looked like. She wondered if Van felt the same, watched the way she looked at the art before she went to fetch the drinks. Would Van accept a bad story if it was pretty? Cass took the can that was offered to her, popping it open and taking a sip. She pretended to like the taste more than she did. “Thai food sounds great! I love curry.” It was true, though she would have said it even if it weren’t. “What’s the number? I can call them!”

—

Van shrugged, pushing her phone over to Cass after opening up to their website. If Cass were willing to make the call, then Van wouldn’t refuse. She wasn’t particularly fond of making phone calls, much less when it came to things like ordering food– she always fell over her own words. It was why she had so much patience for people who came into Sly Slice, even if they only had four different kinds of pizzas. Usually, most of her time was spent explaining why they only had a few options instead of trying to get down the exact order. “Ummm, I pulled up their page. You should be able to just tap it!” She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of the red bull, watching as her friend took on the great task of ordering their food. Her stomach rumbled at the thought of the curry and the papaya salad. Van leaned forward, “you should ask for thai iced tea, too– two of them.” She had lactaid prepared, she would be fine.

—

Cass took Van’s phone as it was offered to her, browsing the menu for a moment just to see what all they had to offer. The photos on the page looked good, and she hummed quietly to herself. Hearing Van’s stomach growl, she let out a little laugh. “I guess we should hurry,” she grinned, tapping the number on the page. The phone was already ringing when Van made the request for tea, and Cass nodded dutifully. Once the line was picked up, she carefully ordered, tacking the two thai iced teas on the end and flashing Van a thumbs up as she did so. She hung up the phone when the task was done, handing it back over to Van. “They said about thirty minutes,” she said. “What do you wanna do while we wait?”

—

Van grinned at Cass once the order was complete, taking her phone and making sure to switch it off of do not disturb so that she wouldn’t miss a phone call if they got one. Normally, she might go and pick it up, but it was cold and her car was still… not great, so it was easier to get it delivered, even if it meant paying more. “Hm…” Van looked around, then down at her red bull. “That’s a really good question. I still don’t have a lot of stuff here, and I don’t think we have any cards.” She frowned before getting up from her chair, retreating to the living area where she and Thea had pretty much taken over. She rifled through some of the items on the coffee table before returning to Cass, unearthing the etch-a-sketch she had bought in the grocery store line. “We could um, draw something with this, maybe?” She began to squiggle around, frowning as the small wheel came off with the force. “This thing was like, really cheap, anyway.” Slightly embarrassed, she put it to the side. “We could… talk?” Van didn’t normally suggest that– it meant showing things that were wrong, half the time, but Cass looked like she could use somebody who could listen. “About whatever– pointy boobs, rocks, our lives?”

—

Food delivery was a marvel that Cass wasn’t sure she’d ever quite get used to. The idea that she could sit here in Van’s borrowed apartment and wait for a stranger to bring her food to her with no promise binds or thank yous was a pretty marvelous thing, really. But, of course, it did… leave them with not a lot to do. If they’d had to go pick up the food, at least they’d have a ‘mission’ in mind. Instead, they were stuck waiting. But, of course, Cass didn’t mind it much. She had a friend to wait with, and that was all that she’d ever really wanted. She watched Van rummage through the room with a look of mild interest, eyes widening a little at the etch-a-sketch. She’d never actually seen one in person before save for on the shelf at the store. “Whoa,” she said, marveling at the toy. “That’s cool! Maybe we could… draw and talk. At the same time?” It made the talking easier when she had something to do with her hands. She suspected the same might be true for Van, too.

—

“I don’t think there’s any glue to fix it.” She tried to press the wheel back onto it, but it came off easily as she spun it around. The metal part that was sticking out was hard to grip, but Van did her best to twist them around so that the line appeared across the grey background. “It’s… sort of working.” She slid the etch-a-sketch over to Cass with a smile, pulling her knees up to her chest as she leaned into the chair back. “You…” She squinted, trying to think of how to phrase her question, “how well do you know Dr. Kavanagh? Do you like, know her life plans and stuff? Or…?” She wasn’t sure who knew who, it always surprised her who was close, or who considered each other enemies of the state.

—

“I could melt it back on…” But she wasn’t sure she’d be able to do it in a way that actually allowed it to remain operational. Magma was so much better at destruction than it was at repair, and Cass didn’t want to break Van’s etch-a-sketch. If it worked a little now, that was better than it not working at all. Cass took it carefully, picking it up and fiddling with the controls. The thin line grew longer, twisting and turning as she moved the dials. There was no real direction to her attempts. Mostly, she was just mesmerized by the movement of it. “I don’t know her super well, but… She helped me out a little while back, when I was hurt.” Her mouth felt dry at the mention, the memory of laying on the table in Dr. Kavanagh’s morgue still a terrifying one even now, but she shook it away. “I know about her plans, yeah. She’s moving to Ireland, or whatever. I think it’s stupid. She should stay.” But no one ever stayed, did they?

—

“I don’t know if I have a lighter anywhere.” Maybe a match? Even then, probably not. Everything that was usable was at her house, not Regan’s apartment. It was bare bones here, and Van didn’t actually mind too much. As she listened to Cass explain her connection to Regan, she nodded slowly. “Right, when you were hurt.” She wasn’t sure how it had happened, but it seemed like Cass was fine now. Her own scar ached with the intensity of their fight with Debbie, but those were just phantom pains, weren’t they? “Right? I think it’s stupid, too. Her grandma seems like, really bad. I don’t know why you’d willingly go move to a grandma who is bad.” She shrugged as if it were the most simple thing in the world. “I don’t think she’s going to listen to anyone, though.” She closed her hands around the can of red bull and moved it from side to side. “She said I can stay here though, and I think that was nice of her.”

—

“Oh, I mean, I don’t need a lighter.” Van had seen her melt things before, hadn’t she? Cass tried not to think about the supermarket, about how she’d helped tend to everyone’s injuries after Debbie was… gone by heating up the metal to cauterize their wounds. Maybe Van didn’t want the reminder, though, so Cass didn’t push. She’d rather not talk about that supermarket, anyway. “Yeah. Back in, um… October, I think.” She looked down at her hands, throat feeling tight. Rhett, Debbie, the man who’d shot Alex… this town was full of people who left bad memories in their wake, wasn’t it? People who set out to do nothing but hurt. Cass ached with the thought of them. “I don’t know,” she replied, looking back up at Van with a small shrug. “It’s her family, right? Family is important.” If she’d had any family, she thought she could have looked past the bad parts, too. She thought she’d do anything just for the feel of it. “That is really nice of her, to let you stay. Do you have to keep paying rent in bones? How will you get her the bones in Ireland? Like, did she give you her new address?”

—

“Oh, okay.” Van decided to drop it. She could melt things, but it’d become putty, and it wasn’t like she could actually control that. Cass had already seen her in action when it came down to it, and she wasn’t exactly keen on gearing up her anxiety for a display of show and tell. “October is supposed to be the best month.” Her mouth tasted like acid as she said it, because was there really any best month now? Her view of the world had been shattered more than once. “I guess so…” It was clear that she hadn’t been important to her family– her grandma had left without a second look back, and though maybe it’d been her fault all things considered, she couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t totally understand the desire to give into a family’s wish. “Um– no, no bones, I don’t think.” Van laughed softly, indenting her red bull with her index finger. “I don’t think there’s a new address or anything? I need to ask her still.” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth and shrugged, “but I guess she’ll tell me before she leaves. That’s what usually happens– the rules come at the last second, right?”

—

Cass lifted her shoulder and dropped it in a quiet, listless shrug. She used to think October was the best month, too — as much as any month could be. But she had a feeling every October from now on would do little more than stir up unpleasant memories of a hand at her throat and a blade sinking into her skin. Even the happier parts of the experience that happened afterwards — telling Alex she loved her, hearing it said back — seemed tainted now that Alex was gone. But what month had good memories anymore? There were ghosts on every page of the calendar now. Her friends got hurt, people died, terrible things happened over and over and over again like clockwork. Maybe all you could do was celebrate what you could and ignore the rest. Because there were things to celebrate. Things like Van’s apartment that she’d apparently be living in rent free when Regan left for Ireland. “That’s cool that she’ll let you stay here without rent, then! If she does make rules at the last second, I don’t think it’ll matter much. She’d have to come back to, like, make you follow them.” And Regan had made it pretty clear that she had no plans of coming back, so… Either Van got to live rule-free, or they got Regan back in town. Wasn’t that a win/win?

—

“Yeah! It’s really um, cool of her…” She looked around them, a small frown pinching at the corners of her lips. She did feel a little guilty, and really, Van was wondering when the rug would be pulled out from beneath her. It always seemed to happen, one way or another. She was exhausted by the mere idea of having to go back to her house. Her house, with its stupid memories and its stupid creaking ceilings. At least Regan’s apartment consistently had hot water, and at least the light bulbs stayed good for a few months– her ceiling fans rattled too much, rendering the bulbs useless within a month of installation.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true, too.” She would follow them anyway out of fear that Regan would somehow know. Van’s hands lay in her lap, now gnarled together, thumbs pressing into opposing thumb. “You can come and stay here, if you want– I know that you didn’t… want to go back to your cave and stuff.” She still wasn’t sure what had happened, and wasn’t sure she wanted to know, because then she might start having nightmares about Cass getting hurt again. She’d already seen the girl’s blood spilt once, she didn’t want to have to see it again, even if it was her brain’s own reenactment of what had happened.

—

“Definitely cool,” Cass agreed quickly. But… she couldn’t help but wonder what the price on the apartment might be. As much as she loved people, she knew that no one ever really did anything for free. Not even Dr. Kavanagh, who was nice and kind and a lot squishier than she pretended to be. She thought of Kuma, of how Cass had only been allowed to live with her until she’d been deemed too scary to belong. If Dr. Kavanagh knew about Van’s melting thing, would she kick her out, too? It was hard to say, hard to know.

But it still remained true that, even if Regan did want Van to leave, she’d have to come back to Wicked’s Rest in order to ensure she actually did. Would she do that? Cass wasn’t sure. She’d been pretty insistent, after all, that her departure would be forever. Cass looked down at the etch-a-sketch as Van spoke, twisting the dials and watching that line grow longer and longer and longer until it reached the edge and had nowhere else to go. “That’s okay,” she said quietly. “I’ve been hanging out at Ariadne’s a lot since Alex…” She trailed off, lump in her throat. She kept twisting the etch-a-sketch’s dials, even if that thin gray line had no more room to move. Her fingers trembled a little, and she ignored them, picking up the etch-a-sketch and giving it a shake, and then another and another until the line disappeared completely. She forced a smile, then held the toy out to Van. “It’s nice of you to offer, though. I really appreciate that.”

—

Van looked down at her hands as she continued to indent the half-empty can of red bull, thumbs pushing against the branded logo. “Yeah…” She didn’t know why Alex had left, as she wasn’t all that close with her to begin with, but she knew that Cass had really liked her, and the harm her departure had done was written all over her friend’s face. Van understood why people left, even if she didn’t really like it. Sometimes that was just the way things went, so who was she to judge? As somebody who’d only ever been in one relationship that’d ended beyond badly, she wasn’t really sure what to say. She scooted her can across the table, perking up as a knock came at the door. “That was so quick.”

She was a little grateful for both the distraction and the comfort the food would bring. After pushing a wad of mixed bills into the delivery driver’s hand to cover both the tab and the tip, she closed the door with her foot before heading back over to Cass, arms full of the food they’d gorge themselves on. Van set everything down, tearing open the paper bags. “It smells so good.” She smiled at her friend, hopeful that this would serve as a reminder that she wasn’t alone. “Let’s eat!”

#para: pointed conversations #para: cass #wickedswriting #//i love cass and bex

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theworldvsyoshiko · 7 months

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And, finally for now, the current state of things.

Yoshiko's got what I'll call decent, but not great, late-early-game kinda gear.' Of note: her Airwire Headset, the thing that lets her control several more mechanoids, is just about busted, and she isn't useful enough to make a new one. She's pretty pissy that I'm forcing her to keep wearing it, especially because as I already mentioned, her position entitles her to a beret, which uses the same slot.

Here's the base as it stands right now:

Livestock pens, currently holding several alpacas and one goose for eggs. Don't get too attached to these guys, because some of them die every time there's a fire, which is roughly once a week.

The graveyard, because I wanted a running tally of how many people she's killed. Current tally: 20.

The main entrance, aka a gauntlet of traps with a turret. This is pretty new, and long-term it's probably going to become a killbox that's a bit more detached from the base. (To the north you'll see a long power line from when the wind generator used to be to the NW.)

The prisoner quarters. Currently hosting a prisoner! Might release him. Might try to recruit him. More on that later.

Dining room.

Walk-in freezer. 'But isn't it kinda a bad idea to give your freezer wooden walls facing an area that you just said gets set on fire weekly?' Yes. Yes it is. I'm working on it.

Kitchen.

Research room + the comms console, because it had to go somewhere.

Batteries + generators.

Mechanoid creation facilities.

Hospital.

Yoshiko's meditation room, which doubles as the room for rituals right now.

Yoshiko's bedroom. Later on, this will be moving.

Garden, currently featuring rice and cotton. Also there's a giant sloth there in the picture.

Mami's room.

Genetics lab. More on that later too.

Raw materials storage + the wind generator.

Currently unused, because I just rebuilt this area.

Used to be the rec room, but I hurriedly reworked it when Mami showed up, so now it's a classroom with a billiards table in it. A cool classroom, for sickass kids.

Crafting room.

Dry goods storage.

Near-term goals, in roughly descending order of immediacy:

Research solar power. The wood-fired generators are a decent staple, but right now I still run out of power if the wind is dead for too long.

Either get this prisoner out of here, or recruit him. Either one is going to take a while, since he's pretty freshly injured and Yoshiko is horrible at social interaction.

Gather some more genes so Yoshiko can genetically modify herself for things like not getting food poisoning so easily. This will very likely involve taking some genetic samples from prisoners against their will. Genetically modifying yourself requires a days-long recuperation period while the new genes set in, so that's going to be a pretty risky move.

Build better defenses, because I've reached the wealth level where the game is willing to throw multiple enemies with actual firearms at me.

Move some of the more critical parts of the base into that mountain in the left, which will make them safer from a few existential threats.

Summon the Diabolus, which will let me build better mechs if I can kill it.

Buy a big batch of Luciferium, and get Yoshiko started on it. This will essentially give her a terminal life-or-death addiction, in exchange for making her nearly impervious to pain and disease, all-around more capable, and able to recover from most lasting injuries. With a single colonist, maintaining a steady supply isn't too hard, and it sinks a decent chunk of money into consumable goods, which will keep the colony wealth (and thus the difficulty of raids) down. Disease and passing out from pain are two of the biggest weaknesses of a lone colonist, so this will boost her survivability by a ton.

And, just to put it somewhere, the current mod list, courtesy of RimPy. I'd like to have Combat Extended in here too, but it currently seems to be in a weird spot:

Prepatcher [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2934420800]

Harmony [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2009463077]

Core [https:// no link (local mod)]

Royalty [Official DLC] [https:// no link (local mod)]

Ideology [Official DLC] [https:// no link (local mod)]

Biotech [Official DLC] [https:// no link (local mod)]

HugsLib [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=818773962]

Beautiful Outdoors [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2011794898]

Food Alert (Continued) [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2017538067]

Inspiration Tweaks [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2117570018]

Interaction Bubbles [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1516158345]

Losing The Faith [https:// no link (local mod)]

More Harvest Designators! [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1541250497]

Pathfinding Framework [https:// no link (local mod)]

Real Ruins [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1552146295]

Skill Master [https:// no link (local mod)]

Stabilize [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2023407836]

Vanilla Expanded Framework [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2023507013]

Vanilla Animals Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2871933948]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Caves [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2576512001]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Endangered [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2366589898]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Royal Animals [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2858079457]

Vanilla Animals Expanded — Waste Animals [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2962126499]

Vanilla Apparel Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1814987817]

Vanilla Armour Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1814988282]

Vanilla Backstories Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2861806869]

Vanilla Base Generation Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2830358905]

Vanilla Events Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1938420742]

Vanilla Expanded - Ideology Patches [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2566669771]

Vanilla Expanded - Royalty Patches [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2260012940]

Vanilla Factions Expanded - Insectoids [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2149755445]

Vanilla Factions Expanded - Settlers [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2052918119]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Architect [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2608762624]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Art [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1968134023]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Farming [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1957158779]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Power [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2062943477]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Production [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1880253632]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1814383360]

Vanilla Factions Expanded - Medieval [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2023513450]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Security [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1845154007]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1718190143]

Vanilla Furniture Expanded - Spacer Module [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2028381079]

Vanilla Hair Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1888705256]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Anima Theme [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2666998627]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Icons and Symbols [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2552609458]

Vanilla Cooking Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2134308519]

Vanilla Fishing Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1914064942]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Memes and Structures [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2636329500]

Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Relics and Artifacts [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2564895018]

Vanilla Plants Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2134308522]

Vanilla Plants Expanded - More Plants [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2748889667]

Vanilla Plants Expanded - Mushrooms [https:// no link (local mod)] Vanilla Social Interactions Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2439736083]

Vanilla Textures Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2016436324]

Vanilla Traits Expanded [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2296404655]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded - Grenades [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2194472657]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded - Laser [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1989352844]

Vanilla Weapons Expanded - Non-Lethal [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2454918354]

Biomes! Core [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2038000893]

Biomes! Islands [https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2038001322]

#rimworld #the world vs. yoshiko

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ristoranteivorykeys · 2 years

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twst mermay 11 — hobbies

after hearing about styx taking away the ob boys, jade can't bring himself to go back to the mountains.

ft. jade leech & floyd leech

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: spoilers for chapter 6; waahhh i'm back from the dead ;^; june has been horrible to me, but i'm back to writing and aiming to finish mermay~ i really like to play around with jade's feelings about azul (platonic mostly, but i like romantic too owo), and you'll see a little bit of that in this fic. some future jade fics will be about jade's relationship with azul as well. i admit that this sort of strayed away from the theme of hobbies, but well, when have my fics ever truly followed the prompt? :P regardless, i hope you enjoy!

╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

Jade’s backpack that was filled with mountain gear waited on the floor by his bed, and his clothes sat on top of his bed near the backpack, hoping to be worn. Minutes ago, he was going to change into them and start his usual solo club activities in the mountains.

He’s supposed to change into his hiking clothes. He was planning on finding this rare fungi that he heard about recently. He had been excited for this all week. The fungi only grows in Sage Island once every twenty years, and he can’t miss it!

Yet he didn’t have the energy to even get up from where he sat on his bed. He couldn’t even think about the chilly breeze and flora of the mountains. His mind was somewhere else.

“Jade, Jade!” Kalim yelled over the phone.

Jade nearly dropped his phone from the sudden loud voice blaring in his ear, but he successfully kept his grip on it. His honeyed smile that he was so notorious for dropped in the blink of an eye. Replacing it was an honest look for once, surprised wide eyes that wondered what was going on. It’s not that he’s never heard Kalim panic before, it’s just that the panic had an extra layer of urgency and fear that he never imagined his voice would contain.

“What is it, Kalim?”

It’s dark in the room, a deceptive dim veil that tricks the body to think that it’s 10 in the evening and not 4 in the afternoon. In Octavinelle, no sunlight entered the building, so students got their light through their lamps. Jade didn’t bother turning on his lamp.

He’d rather have it off. If the lamp was on, Jade would be angry that something dared to be bright when things felt so dark.

“There’s… there’s an emergency,” Kalim frantically replied. His voice sounded out of breath, like he had been running around. He probably did run around. “School’s been attacked, people were taken, you gotta go to the Headmaster’s office!”

“Come again, Kalim? The school was attacked?” He put his other hand to his phone, as if pressing it more to his ear would let him hear Kalim better and magically understand what he was saying. His frown deepened.

“Yeah! You didn’t hear the explosions? Oh whatever, just go to the office already!”

He sat on his bed, his back straight, hands on his lap, and feet placed together neatly. He appeared to be the perfect definition of “sit up straight”, the kind of gentleman that ladies would remark on for his top tier manners and make other men angry at him. He was still, unmoving, almost frozen in time. He’s supposed to go outside and hike the mountains. He’s telling himself to stand up. The mountains are a great place to destress, and it would soothe his nerves.

But he couldn’t. Not when everything seemed so dark, not when everything seemed so cold. Coral Sea is the very definition of dark and cold, uninhabitable for most creatures, but home for him. He could trap himself in a freezer and live, he would laugh at those panicking in the dark. Yet this darkness is not like the depths of the sea. There’s uncertainty in these waters that he never thought he’d be pulled into. Uncertainty that he hated. For a moment, he wondered if this was the sensation that humans felt when they drowned.

“Kalim, shouldn’t you be calling Azul for this,” Jade asked.

And just as the words left his mouth, the answer hit him. The realization was a cold weight that dropped in his chest. It froze his voice, it tightened his chest, it almost burned.

It’s not that he can’t lead—Jade is capable of being a vice dorm leader. But as vice, he’s used to being the second; all concerns go to the dorm leader first. Rarely would he be the most needed.

Yet when he truly thought about it, Azul was always there. It’s like the little jazz trio that they had in middle school—Azul was always on time, coming in the piece even when Floyd went off the rails, even when Jade made a slight mistake or two. He’d always be in the music room even when the two of them would wander off somewhere. He was always there, filling the room with his music. He was always there, filling the twins’ days with entertainment. He was always there, filling Jade’s heart with overflowing warmth.

Azul was always there. No, rather, Jade realized that he always relied on Azul being there. So much so that he never thought about the possibility of the piano not accompanying his bass and Floyd’s drums, about the possibility of Azul not being there.

“Jade…” For once, Kalim’s voice, the voice that usually reassured and brightened the room, held no alleviating effect. It lost its light.

“I tried to call Azul. He wasn’t picking up… I think he was taken.”

Jade’s eyes blinked. Faint footsteps echoing from outside the hall, their rhythm all too familiar to his ears. Suddenly, he found the strength to stand up from his bed. Suddenly, he found the little motivation needed to start changing into his hiking attire.

The door creaked open. The lamp was lit, and Jade’s dorm clothes were no longer on his person. He stood in his boxers, turning to see Floyd enter their shared room. He was chewing, and it seemed to be a crunchy snack from the sounds he made. Probably some chips he raided from the kitchen.

“Ehh? You’re still gonna do your mushroom hunting,” Floyd asked with a raise of a brow and a bit of disgust in his tone. His mouth was still full.

“Of course. I still have to fulfill my club hours,” Jade answered as he picked up his pants, not looking at his brother.

“No one’s continuing their clubs now, y’know,” Floyd said, swallowing what he had been chewing before plopping down on his bed.

“That’s because their club leaders decided it,” he replied, though he didn’t put on his pants, only holding onto them and staring at them. “I’m not bound by such arbitrary decisions as the only member of the Mountain Lovers Club. Besides, there is that fungi—”

He heard his twin sigh. It’s exasperated and tired. “Jade. You don’t have to pretend around me.”

Jade finally turned his head to look at Floyd. He smiled apologetically. It’s not happy, but it’s his first smile since the call with Kalim. “I’m sorry. Force of habit.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #twst mermay

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mamamittens · 5 months

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Well, ate a bit of crow pie trying to draw the snow day pic and ngl, I forgot how much of a bitch it is to draw in Oda's style. That and I'm not great at backgrounds yet so there's that lol

Might have to switch it up just to get it done and deal with it. It's not even that his line art is hard once I remember the right pen to use, the way he draws proportions and bodies is just... Not intuitive for me lol

I do not understand how there are two Melody requests in this event considering how little anyone interacted with her actual story while I was writing it. It is genuinely weird to me but a deals a deal so...

Now onto the rambly, half asleep OC bs lol

I've considered it for a while now and thought of an interesting note for Winter Island.

There are many natural hot springs, several even have bath houses built around them all along the mountains. But it's generally not recommended to use any you see just anywhere since wildlife may very well frequent it. And wtf are you going to do if you're in a bathing suit and a bear joins you???

There's even a massive hot spring near the top in a sort of open cave that has a near clear window of ice looking into the ocean. It's called "The Giant's Bowl" because it is fucking massive. More of a lake than a pool. This is where folks like Whitebeard would have to go to properly soak.

I've mentioned ranger cabins before and there are many all over the island. They're one of the few structures besides bath houses and a few villages here and there. The one Nikia lives in is fairly large, though I'm still playing with the exact details. It's at least two stories and originally meant for fairly large groups with a pantry and a basement.

It's typically treated as a waypoint since it's somewhat central in the island. The basement has a special freezer area for hunters to deposit their kills for processing and transport. Usually in the middle of longer hunts where they'll take shelter at the lodge for the night. The basement has a locked door so people can't just sneak in through the basement and disturb guests. Frequently people come and drop off supplies and pick up goods that have been left for pick up. She also has a schedule for wood to be refilled for her fireplaces.

Though Nikia can and will make small grocery runs on her own, so she's not just letting others handle what she has exactly. It is preferred but not required to check in with the ranger in charge of the station before adding or removing any goods for inventory purposes.

In the bathing area of the cabin is actually a private section with a hot spring. It's near the back of the lodge so it's not actually as needed to heat that area. Nikia enjoys a good soak and drying by the fire at her leisure, but she will fall asleep there. Preening just puts her right to sleep. Or at least incredibly drowsy. Like I currently am lol

There's even a roof exit/balcony so Nikia rarely needs to worry about being trapped. It's where she usually exits for spontaneous patrol or emergencies.

The lodge is actually one of the few that she could spread her whole wingspan with no issues in, which is part of the reason she was out in charge of it.

#one piece #one piece oc #mittens rambles #very eepy #lol #mild update

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jacks-tracks · 4 months

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Birds Flowers and Butterflys

Happily healthy again, as normal as I,m going to get! Dengue laid me pretty low, actually considering "is this it? Is death near?" Felt like it.

Back on the road to health, and on the road to the mercado. Made an exploratory trip to Super Che for big boxes of juice, some cheap chicken legs, free run eggs, avocadoes , "Look, they're cheaper in the mesh bag!" Yeah,because they are so small you are buying avocado stones. Hrumph... And as always at Che it took longer to checkout than to find things." Why put on more clerks? these people will stand in line for a half hour. They have a cart full!"

Anyway, flushed with success, I went the next day uptown by combi to shop the big mercado area. Actually don't go in the mercado anymore, having found all the same goods nearby in tiny stores for better prices. A cast west from the collectivo stop and there was the shrimp shop, a regular storefront filled with chest freezers. 2 kilos of medium shrimp in a box for 360pesos, about $24 canadian. It was only when i got home that I saw these shrimp were from Nicaragua, product of mangrove clear cut grow farms. Not eco food. Damn tasty though! Next to the tortilla factory where dangerous unguarded machines press corn dough into 6 inch tortillas and cook them on hot rollers,mass production. 24 pesos a kilo($2) and I got a half kilo, which is some 15 tortillas. now tortillas only keep about 4 hours before they dry out and roll up into tire patches, but seperated by paper and plastic bagged, they freeze very well. I had enough used (washed bags from produce) to freeze a lot, packed between coffee filters as paper dividers. Ate 2 fresh with 6 boiled shrimp and mayo. Major meal!

Chocolate is a big agricultural crop in the mountains, second only to coffee(and dope). The Mayo Domo chain sells fresh ground chocolate(mixed with sugar) cheap. A kilo cost $4, still hot from the press. They also sell pure chocolate in cubes at a much higher price, used for hot chocolate drinks and Mole which is chocolate mixed with various hot peppers used as a sauce on lots of food. And the shop is AC, so I tend to linger. Stopped buying their chocomil drink, a sweet blend of choc and milk blended in an old fashioned milkshake mixer. Too much dairy!

While I had planned to hoof up the street 4 blocks to the nicer fruit stand, I caved and went into the chaotic "Cabelleros" store, a wholesaler where the public shops as well. Aisles filled with toppling bags of carrots, onions,potatoes, bins of tomatoes, red, yellow, and green peppers, avocados, bananas usually overripe, mushrooms, mandarin oranges, papayas,onions, cilantro, dried peppers, cinnamon ranging from pure powder to sacks of bark rolled into 3 foot long sticks, and all that in skinny aisles filled with aimless shoppers debating the ripeness of tomatoes et al.and a steady chain of overloaded workers packing in the full sacks off a truck conveniently double parked on the street, shouting to make way as they stream into dark back rooms or upstairs to crammed lofts. Anything a shopper at the till can't find gets brought out by calling a boy to fetch it from the caverns. Not unusual to see someone carry out 40 pound boxes of tomatoes, cabbages, cauliflowers, or onions. I think that many of the stores in the mercado across the street send runners over to replenish stock. While it seems chaotic, the stuff gets selected and rapidly sold at one of 3 tills. No half hour waits here. Electronic scales and tills that print a detailed receipt. Of course things are much cheaper here which makes it all worth wading through the discarded leaves and squished oranges, or risking an avalanche of fruit from the shaky pyramids. Cash only, always busy, it works. Got all my list, 40 pounds of stuff, shopping bags(bring your own) groaning full, stagger up to the combi corner to truck on home.

Oh yeah birds /flowers etc. Totally different experience. There's a lookout near my hotel with a clear view of the beach and the endless rolling waves. Steep bank covered in trees and a favorite place for local birds. The "pea tree" which yields a red circular pod of pea like seeds is in bloom, cascades of frothy creamy blossoms, loved by hummingbirds, and frequented by both the tiny jet black zipper,and the slower greenbacks. A bird new to me was a robin sized one with a red breast and shoulders, black throat and cape, and white and black wing bars. Sounding like a sparrow cheeping was another bird, upright posture, sparrow sized but very slim, grey with black marks. All those in one spot with a convenient bench providing an eye level tree top view.

I count it a good day when i see something special, and this week it was flowers. Bouncing along in the back of a combi pickup on the carretera(highway) we passed an African tulip tree in full scarlett trumpet flowered bloom. Next in an arroyo(gully) was a red bouganvillea, climbing a jungle tree and filling the space with a tree covering cascade of flowers. Then deeper in the arroyo was a full blooming pink blossomed tree looking just like a cherry tree but much bigger. Pretty nice to see so much beauty.

Blabbed on far too long. Just catching up after a 3 week involuntary pause. More as it happens.

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 10 months

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ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 18

*Warning: Adult Content*

The second he pulled into the driveway after their trip to the grocery store, Jayce turned to him.

"Will the hot water be ready? I want to take off these sweaty clothes and get in the shower."

Dylan laughed at Jayce's enthusiasm.

"It'll be ready. Leave your clothes outside the bathroom door and I'll put them in the wash and put away the food."

"I can help you bring in the food and put it away first."

"Don't worry about it."

He handed Jayce the key to the cabin and then got out of the truck to start collecting the grocery bags from the back.

Once he'd hauled all the bags inside, he picked up Jayce's clothes and started the wash cycle.

He knew there was already a towel hanging in the bathroom but he grabbed his thickest, nicest towel from a closet and stuck it in the dryer to warm it up.

When he heard the shower shut off, he got the towel out of the dryer and cracked open the bathroom door.

"I have a better towel for you," he called out.

"You can come in," Jayce replied. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

When he stepped into the bathroom, which was completely filled with steam, Jayce opened the shower door.

"I'm so happy. That was the best shower I've ever taken," Jayce said. "I actually feel clean and I wasn't freezing the whole time."

Jayce stepped out onto the bathmat and Dylan tried not to stare as he wrapped the towel around Jayce.

Jayce's eyes lit up and he smiled.

"It's warm," he murmured, closing his eyes. "I'm finally truly warm."

After a moment of snuggling into the towel, he opened his eyes and reached up to kiss Dylan.

"Thank you. You're sweet."

"I can warm up your towel every time if you want."

Jayce shook his head.

"As much as I'd love that, I want you in the shower with me next time."

He felt himself blushing and tried to keep his mind off the things he and Jayce could do.

He knew they were both hungry after snowshoeing their way out of the mountains, so food was a bigger priority than ending up in bed or in the shower together.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked Jayce, changing the subject.

"I saw all of the candy bars and the pie when I was putting away the groceries, but I think you need something more substantial than that after snowshoeing."

Jayce grinned.

"Probably. I can make something for us while you're in the shower."

"You don't need to make anything elaborate tonight. There's a pizza in the freezer that you can stick in the oven."

"Okay. Oh, and can I borrow more of your clothes since mine are in the wash?"

"Yeah. You can find what you need up in the loft."

As Dylan stood underneath the hot water in the shower, he thought about how weird it felt to trust someone looking around his bedroom and making themselves at home in his space.

He'd never imagined anyone else being in his cabin and sometimes this all felt like a dream.

He still worried that he'd walk out of the bathroom to find the cabin empty, with all traces of Jayce gone, leaving only him standing in the living room alone.

But when he got out of the shower, Jayce was in the kitchen making hot chocolate, looking cute with the sleeves of one of Dylan's sweatshirts covering his hands.

His clothes were huge on Jayce and while part of him felt guilty for not having anything that would fit Jayce, part of him loved the sight of Jayce wearing his clothes.

After he got dressed and started a fire in the fireplace, he and Jayce sat on the couch in front of the fire to eat the pizza.

"You did a good job making food in the mountain cabin, but I am glad to have something fresh out of an oven," Jayce said, closing his eyes as he ate one of the slices of pizza.

"Me too," Dylan admitted.

For once, Jayce was too focused on eating to talk, but that didn't last for long.

As soon as they were done eating, Jayce curled up against his side.

"Do you like living here? Was this where you always wanted to live?"

"I didn't have anywhere specific in mind but I grew up near mountains and knew I wanted to stay near them. This side of the Cascades has less people and more Forest Service jobs available."

"Winthrop looks like a nice town. I'd love to check out some of the restaurants and shops, especially that place that sells candy and ice cream."

"Yeah, you'd like that."

Deep down, he'd love to take Jayce there but the thought of going into town for anything other than a necessity filled him with dread.

Jayce shifted on the couch and put one of his legs over Dylan's, getting even closer than he already was.

"So you like living here and you like your job but is there something else you'd rather be doing? What's your biggest dream in life?"

That was true but what he wasn't telling Jayce is that his life was terribly lonely.

Sure, he loved working outdoors and he found joy in knitting and reading, but he wished he had more.

He wished he could be normal and have people in his life.

"What about hobbies?" Jayce continued. "Is there anything you want to try that you haven't done yet?"

"Why all the questions?" he asked, perhaps a little too harshly.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to pry. But since I'll be here for a few more days I thought we could do something you've always wanted to do."

He instantly felt bad for snapping at Jayce, so he reached over and squeezed Jayce's hand, thinking for a moment as his thumb stroked the back of Jayce's hand.

"I've always wanted to learn how to bake. My parents rarely cooked and I grew up eating frozen dinners and food out of cans. I learned to cook enough as an adult to get by but I've never baked cookies or cake. I like the smell of bakeries even though I don't like sweets anywhere near as much as you and I'm impressed by the decorated cakes and cupcakes."

"You can learn how to bake. You can probably even learn by practicing here at home. Just Google some recipes and try them and look up decorating tutorials on YouTube."

"I don't have a computer."

Jayce looked shocked.

"What? How? How do you get anything done?"

"I use the computers at the library in town if I need to. But I don't have much use for owning one since I'm in the mountains for half of the year. No power or Wi-Fi up there, remember?"

"Huh. I guess that's a good point. But we can still bake while I'm here. And who knows, if you like it and get good at it, you could open a bakery someday if you don't want to keep working for the Forest Service."

"That's...quite a leap considering I've never baked anything."

He also didn't think he'd ever want to stop working outdoors.

But Jayce was clearly excited by the idea.

"You could have a Pacific Northwest themed bakery! I'm sure you could make a cupcake that looks like an evergreen tree. And you could keep knitting scarves and sell them in the bakery too."

He humored Jayce by asking more questions about the idea, but deep down he knew no one would ever buy from him.

If people didn't trust him enough to simply be around him, they definitely wouldn't come into a shop that was his and buy food he'd made.

"What about you?" he asked, changing the subject. "You never told me what your job was."

"I got a degree in finance and I worked in accounting. My parents always told me and my brother to pursue a career with a lot of stability. They suggested accounting so I went with that to make them happy but I don't enjoy it. It's boring most of the time. I'd rather do something creative, but most of those jobs don't pay well."

"I could see you doing something creative. You had good ideas for a bakery."

Jayce smiled and snuggled closer, pulling more of his body on top of Dylan's until he was almost sitting in his lap.

As he listened to Jayce talk, Dylan realized he was completely content.

He was in his house in front of a warm fire on a beautiful winter day, but better yet, he wasn't alone.

He had someone at his side who wasn't afraid of him, who actually liked him and wanted to talk to him and touch him.

He knew it wasn't going to be forever but he focused on the present. It was enough for now.

Jayce was temporarily confused when he woke up in the morning.

The ceiling of the cabin looked different and the bed was softer.

He squinted at the ceiling before remembering he was in Dylan's other cabin.

Even though the bed in the loft was twice the size of the one in the mountain cabin, he and Dylan had stayed snuggled together.

Dylan was still sleeping and as much as he wanted to kiss him, wake him up, and fool around, he gently removed himself from Dylan's arms and went downstairs instead.

He wanted to do something nice for Dylan and he also knew he needed to get started on preparations for their Thanksgiving meal.

Dylan deserved to know how much he was appreciated.

One thing Jayce loved doing in all his relationships was taking care of his partner.

He enjoyed cooking for them, surprising them with gifts and performing little gestures that would make their day easier.

He knew he didn't have much to offer otherwise.

He wasn't interesting, his body was fit but not ripped and even though his previous job had paid well enough to get by comfortably, he wasn't a high earner by any means.

He was painfully average.

All he had to offer was his love and his attempts to be a perfect boyfriend.

While they were in the mountains, he'd been completely out of his element and useless as a result, so he couldn't do much for Dylan.

Now, he could take care of Dylan.

He started by bringing in some of the firewood and getting the fire going in the fireplace.

Then he got to work frying some bacon and eggs for breakfast, as well as mixing up some batter for French toast.

He'd spotted cinnamon and syrup in one of the kitchen cabinets, so he guessed that Dylan probably made French toast for himself when he was living here.

The stairs to the loft creaked and he looked up to see Dylan.

"I was wondering where you were," Dylan said.

He stared at the food sizzling in the pans on the stove.

"You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. It's almost ready, so go ahead and sit down at the table."

Before doing so, Dylan walked over to him first.

He gently threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of Jayce's neck, tugged him closer and kissed him.

"Thank you."

Jayce felt warm all over as Dylan walked away to sit at the table.

He loved how tender this giant man could be, and he was already craving his next kiss from Dylan.

A couple hours later, he started prepping the pie crust for the turkey pot pie.

Making the crust from scratch was tedious, but it was always worth it in the end.

Dylan hovered, watching him roll out the dough.

"You said you used to make apple pies from scratch?" he asked.

"Yep. I don't bake a lot, but apple pies kind of became my specialty. I'd take them to potlucks at work or Thanksgiving dinners with friends."

"What can I do to help?"

"Nothing. I'm making this for you, so you're not supposed to participate. Go sit down in front of the fire and relax. It's a lot of work living in your cabin in the mountains and you were taking care of me, so now it's time for you to have a break and rest from all of that."

Dylan seemed like he wanted to protest but gave in and headed into the living room.

Jayce hummed under his breath as he pressed the bottom of the crust into the pan.

Every once in a while, he'd look up and every time he did, Dylan was just sitting on the couch, looking lost.

He kept glancing over at the kitchen.

"You don't know how to sit and do nothing, do you?" Jayce asked.

"I've always had to do everything for myself. I don't know anything else."

"Well, now you do. You're going to have to get used to me doing things for you. Read a book or start knitting another scarf."

Dylan sighed, deeply and loudly but he did get up to grab his knitting needles and choose some yarn from a cabinet in the living room.

Jayce smiled to himself and began to chop the vegetables for the pie.

It didn't take too long to make the filling and add the vegetables and shredded turkey to the pie, and once he had the top crust added, it was ready to go into the oven.

He hoped it would turn out good, considering it was his first time making a pie with a savory filling instead of a sweet, fruity one.

As he prepared the rest of the meal, he allowed Dylan to come back to the kitchen and help him peel the potatoes for the garlic mashed potatoes he was making.

He and Dylan worked well together and made a good team in the kitchen and he was looking forward to showing Dylan how to bake during the next few days.

He didn't know when he was going to leave to go back to Seattle but he wanted to extend his time here as long as possible.

Despite trying to get Dylan to rest, Dylan insisted on shoveling the sidewalk and clearing most of the snow off the driveway.

By the time Dylan was done with that, the pie was ready and they finally sat down to a table full of food.

"I know this isn't a traditional Thanksgiving meal since we only have turkey meat in the pot pie and not an entire turkey but I hope you like it," Jayce said.

"I'm grateful to have anything," Dylan replied softly.

His deep brown eyes met Jayce's over the table.

"I'm most grateful to have you in my life."

Jayce reached across and took one of Dylan's hands.

"Believe it or not, I'm grateful I got lost in the woods. Otherwise we wouldn't have met."

Dylan smiled.

"Just promise me you won't do that again."

"Trust me," he said, laughing. "I'm not ever going near the forest or mountains again unless you're with me."

As they started piling food onto their plates, Jayce knew this was going to be his best Thanksgiving yet.

Nothing could be better than sharing a meal with Dylan and spending the rest of the day in his arms.

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Hello you mrs. sourdough honey ham lady robin hood lefty eyebag. I can't with the little john nickname 🤣 it reminds me of lil jon.

How are you today?

Yessss and it's the square hashbrowns that's from the freezer section. It's so good. If I make into breakfast sandwiches, I use the everything bagel. But if it's by itself, I eat the cinnamon raisin one.

You an old lady, liking raisins in your oatmeal. Hahaha just kidding. So no milk? Nevermind you don't like milk..

I love cake donuts. But only the chocolate one. But if it's from Krispy Kreme, the original glaze is my favorite. How about you?

Don't tempt me, I do want to go to the restaurant. But now I have an impromptu appointment with the eye doctor because my glasses broke this afternoon. So I will be blind until Saturday lol

I think you did, and I don't think I gave you an answer 😅 I don't think I have a favorite herb.

Ugh yes, I remember trying not to step on the floor that has puddles. I think it's a mixture of water from the ocean and the blood of the dead.

Yes ahahahahaha that's how I pictured it! And you just looking at it with disgust because it's smelly and slimy.

It really depends where I go to camp. When I lived in Georgia, they had nice campgrounds up my the mountains. But in Nebraska, the first time I went camping, it kind of sucked because we were by the lake and I hated the area. Now I just want to camp if it's in a cabin or it's a nicer area, where it's green and less sand.

I sing myself to sleep. Just kidding God no. I do the same, or just lay in bed, start making stories, and usually after a bit I just pass out.

Would it bother you if I started asking questions about sex? Like more so about how you write it in your fics..

-CuriousGeorge

hello hello! I'm back..

hahaha lil' jon? now it's remind me his song with LMFAO "Shots", so u r the righty eyebag who likes taking shots! lol..n I'll be the eyebag who cheer n scream "shots! shots! shots! shots!" i hope u know the song, otherwise this joke won't be funny. :p

I'm okay. I'm in a mood swings. everything are iritating to me the whole day because it's that time of the month.

oh yeah i like that hashbrown too. it's kinda like the one from mcdonald but better. i like the plain bagel. not a fan of everything bagel because of the onion smell. ouh i really wanna try the cinnamon raisin one but im thinking what if i dont like it, nobody at home will eat it n i dont wanna waste it. so i keep buying the plain one.

yes i like raisins in my oatmel. i don't like milk? I like milk. in fact, my mom used to put milk in my oatmeal all the time and make it so creamy n put some sugar in it. n when it's done, she put some saltine crackers in it, n it's so good. hahaha

i just don't eat my oreos or brownies or cookies with milk. but i dont mind milk in other things. :D

cake donuts? what is cake donut? i eat donut when i was still in indonesia but when i got here i dont really eat them because i think they are too sweet n i dont like anything too sweet. but if i eat some donut here, i usually get the chocolate one with the bavarian cream in it. or the chocolate that looks like rope shape i think. i forgot what it's called.lol. other than chocolate maybe strawbery one. for me krispy creme r too sweet.

have u tried mochi donuts? it's so good. it's donut but a little more chewy than usual donut because of the different ingredients. try google it.

oh nooooo, that sucks! u dont hv an extra pair so u can wear it until u get a new one? I'm sorry. it's never fun when u cant find ur glasses or broke ur glasses. what happened? also how bad ur sight is without the glasses, what's the (-) number?

ah i see. well i think i told you that my favorite herbs is lemon grass, basil and cilantro

the blood of the dead, lol. i dont know why i think it's funny, especially with the dead fish i sent u earlier

ah i see,, either way, i dont like camping at all. :D

wait,making stories? are u a writer too? i can't believe i havent asked u this after been talking with u for a while.

yes, u can ask me about sex. I will answer it as long as i'm comfortable. just feel free to ask me, dont worry about it. :)

so what do u wanna ask?:)

Cheerio!

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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omg i’m so sorry you had this dream it must of triggered some sort of flight mode on you 😭😭

i remember i had a dream few months ago where naked onew was doing his usual business when wonho went up and slit him on the throat so he died. he literally grabbed him like he was a rag doll and then gave it to yeonjun as a present with him dressed up as a rabbit.

then i hear children crying in the background in which he looked at them with a smile on his face. suddenly they died because key shot them with a gun that looked like from his album before grabbing onew from behind and taking him home.

he was still dead, and he was aware. i’ve seen dead onew so many times like omg-

one time he was seen dead after someone hang his throat and then sliced up like a chicken for the small family to eat. he was literally crying and screaming for help with his hand covering the large cut on his belly, but as he got weaker and weaker, so was his yelping. then he died right there and then the slayer put his organs in the freezer so they could eat for few days.

another time was when he was climbing up a mountain naked with a girl who seemed slim thick with just a school uniform. onew and that girl had some seggual moments by going to the top and doing it for the main purpose to hear her moans as an echo. he ended up losing his balance and then fell 300 feet or something which killed him as shown with the blood stains and bone crack below. and omg the way it was shown was like those kpop shows particularly those reality shows where when the trainees are performing they would show the same scene (especially the beginning) like a billion times in different angles and views whilst also showing people’s reaction and the over exaggeration of the editing. also, I’M NOT KIDDING. IT KEPT SHOWING THE PART WHERE HE SLAMMED HIS BODY TO THE GROUND IN DIFFERENT ANGLES WHILST SHOWING HER REACTION AND OTHER WITNESSES 😭😭😭😭

AND NOT THE KOREAN SUBTITLES SAYING LIKE “that was a BLOODY mess. (why does that sound so british ^^ T_T)” or something like that like WHAT- my dreams can range from scary weird to cursed weird.

AND OMG THERE WAS A K-POP SONG PLAYING (i’m not sure if it’s real) BUT LIKE ONE OF THE SINGER WAS LIKE THAT “OH WHAT A BLOODY MESS” AND THEY ADD THAT PART TO EMPHASISE WHAT JUST HAPPENED-

i’m done. i can’t deal with my dreams anymore- 😭😭😭😭

New fear, your dream Wonho. Like he just presented Onew to Yeonjun like a hunting prize. Dear goodness. And kids suddenly dying after he smiled at them. Was he trying to woo Yeonjun? I'm terrified. And Onew just naked and dying being the recurring theme in your dreams is the most fascinating thing ever. Like that's so interesting. Only like some of my dreams might be connected like all the dreams with Johnny have like a discombobulated storyline but def in the same realm. We just jump around. But like a constant theme could be it somehow became your dream scapes "comfort zone" that seems like an odd comfort zone. But the brain is a weird little place. My comfort zone is probably Johnny but now it's becoming Chan. Johnny did try to push Chris away in one dream. ......Dream Johnny knew.

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reve-writes · 2 years

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—within these walls. | my hero academia dabi x villain!reader.

who are you, really? villains playing house with each other? | slight suggestive themes; mentions of violence.

FUNNY, YOU THOUGHT.

The both of you were outlaws. Both of your hands were stained red and slick with blood, but his hands in yours felt like salvation. During night time, you would do what you do best in the dark, usually meetings with the League, but as dawn broke, you and Dabi settled into your small apartment, eating peanut butter and sandwich as if your sword hadn't pierced someone dead the night before, as if he hadn't burned a building to ash.

“Do we have milk?” he asked, opening the broken down fridge. The freezer had broke a few weeks prior, and neither of you were really in position to go out and buy a new fridge.

“We had some left,” you replied, mindlessly browsing through television channels as you lay down on the tattered sofa. There were holes all over with clumps of cushion filling spilling out. Your nails pulled on it, undoubtedly ruining the ruined furniture more. Your feet were propped up on your coffee table, one of its legs were shorter than the other. Dabi had lodged a thick piece of wood under it to keep it level, although you still thought that it leaned one way.

“Where?” His face glowed with the light from the fridge.

You stood up, approaching his crouched form. You leaned over him, moving a couple of takeout boxes to the side. His eyes lit up when he saw the milk cramped into your fridge.

“I'm gonna throw these away,” you said, picking up the two-day old takeouts and throwing it into the trash — which had gotten quite full, so you tied up the black plastic bag.

He hummed, pouring milk over his cereal. He pulled the hem of your shorts slightly down as you walked past. You didn't even realize your shorts riding up your backside. You yelped when he delivered a gentle slap.

“Dabi!”

He laughed. It was melodic, really, and you wanted to listen to it everyday. His azure irises lit up with a childlike mischievous glint.

“Remind me to get a new lightbulb, doll,” he said in-between spoonfuls of cereal. “It's really hard to look at you without the lamp.”

He pointed to your ceiling. Your lamp had died two nights before, and it had slipped your mind. You nodded, your eyes flitting to your costume and his coat hanging by the front door. It felt wrong, to soak yourself in such domestic bliss, as if you weren't involved knee-deep in some grand world-ending plan, but it had felt so right, too.

You returned to your spot on the couch, but instead of watching the television, you opted to dive into a stack of comic books under your coffee table. Dabi had gotten them for you last year, but you had only gone through half of them. You never asked how he had gotten them, but you had a pretty rough idea when you brushed out shards of glass from his dark hair.

As Dabi stood by the sink, thinning down the mountains of dirty dishes, you spoke.

“I want to quit.”

He froze. For a split second, he thought you wanted to quit this — whatever this was, to quit him, but you were quick to clarify.

“The League, I mean.”

You didn't say anything else, but the implications of it hung in the air. I want you to quit with me.

For a moment, he was silent, washing away as if he hadn't heard you. He put away the last plate, wiping down his hands on his pants, approaching you. Your eyes followed his movements, filled with anticipation.

“You know I can't,” he said, sitting on the floor, leaning against the coffee table as he reached for your hands. “There's nothing left for me.”

“I can work for us,” you said, your fingers tracing the rough scarred skin on his face, gently ghosting over the staples holding everything together. “We'll be okay.”

“What will I do, then?” He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. You leaned toward him, pressing your foreheads together, before capturing his lips with yours. A ghost of a kiss that left him leaning forward to chase your lips when you pulled back.

“I'm no good for anything, doll,” he said, eyes half-closed. ”I'm only good at ruining things.”

“You're good at taking care of me,” you argued. “Good at making this damned place feel like home.”

“It's a miracle that I haven't fucked it up with you.” He sighed as you tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You won't,” you said, falling to sit on the floor with him. The wood floor was cold against your legs.

“You don't know that.” He grabbed your hand, placing butterfly kisses on your palm and wrist. “It's alright if you want to quit, but I can't.”

He had a lot that he wanted to do with the League, mainly his revenge. He had everything planned out, and although you were never part of his plans, you were a nice surprise. An uncertain element that kept him sane every night.

He pressed his lips on yours. The kiss was sweet and long and passionate and it took your breath away. His hands traced the familiar planes of your body, slipping under clothing, touching you on your most vulnerable places. You sighed, fire burning everywhere as he touched you and you touched him. His breathless moans mixed with your gasps, a dance that you both had practiced so often within the walls of your apartment.

Looking back, it had felt like he was touching and kissing you as if it was the last time.

Because it was.

The sun had set when you woke up. Your clothes were folded into a neat pile on his side of the bed. Everything was neatly placed, in your usually messy apartment. The pile of clothes waiting for laundry in your bedroom was now sitting in your dryer, freshly washed. Your desk filled with various wrappers and knick knacks had been cleaned up. Little figurines that you and Dabi had won from minigames were placed in a row next to your tv. Your shoes were neatly arranged in your mostly unused shoe rack. Every chaotic detail had been placed in order.

His things.

You panicked, sliding your drawers and pulling your wardrobe doors open. His things were missing. You regretted bringing it up. You didn't want to quit if it meant him walking out of your life. He was the reason that you wanted to quit in the first place.

Tears were now blurring your vision as you stormed through the small apartment, haphazardly trying to find any trace of him left. It had been a home for the both of you for the past year, but looking at it now, it felt like every trace of him was removed. The smell of burning wood that was so him had been replaced by the fresh smell of laundry.

“Dabi?” you called out, your voice small and quivering. Hearing no reply, you called out again, louder, “Dabi!”

You cried out his name for who knew how long, tears streaming down your face as you sat on the floor where he had sat with you just that morning. You cried until your voice was hoarse, until your tears dried and all that was left of you was small hiccups and sobs.

It took you a while to notice that the lightbulb of your living room was working. His parting gift.

He was gone.

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#dabi x you #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you

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spencer-reids-adventures · 3 years

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autistic spencer with executive dysfunction request

It's not so bad at work, where everything is constantly in flux in the field, and there are schedules and deadlines at the office. Spencer has a pretty good system of post-its and index cards and planners and whiteboards to keep track of his tasks and get them done. Sometimes it feels like a miracle - but he gets them done.

Home, though, is a different story.

At home, Spencer doesn't have time to put together fail-safes and create solutions to his messy brain, and as a result, it's utter chaos. It's the reason no one on the team has ever seen his apartment, and when he gets shot in the knee, it only gets worse.

It takes four hours to work up the courage to call someone when it happens.

"This is Derek Morgan."

"Morgan, it's Reid," Spencer says into the phone, wincing at how small and shaky his voice sounds. "Could-- I mean, are you busy?"

"Not at all, pretty boy. What's going on?"

"Do you think you could come help me?"

"Are you at home? The famous Reid Residence that no one's ever gotten to see? Hell yeah, I can come help you. Did something happen?"

"I fell. And... I can't, um... I can't get myself back up."

"I'm on my way, kid. Hang tight."

"The door is locked and I can't get to it to unlock it. I already called the super. He lives on the ground floor and he'll give you a key if you show him your credentials."

"Got it. I'll see you soon."

As he waits, there's nothing Spencer can do except look at the state of the room around him and picture the other rooms, the dishes piled up in the sink in the kitchen, the empty refrigerator and freezer full of otter-pops, the disastrous bathroom and the mountain of laundry in his bedroom. Finally, he starts doing physics problems in his head so he can stop worrying about it.

"Reid?" Morgan calls when he unlocks the door.

"Living room," calls Spencer. He's sprawled in the middle of the room, crutches having fallen just out of reach, and nothing nearby to grab onto.

"Okay, I've got you," Morgan says, helping to lift Spencer up and carry him to the couch, then picking up his crutches and leaning them next to him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Spencer shakes his head. "I'm fine. Just embarrassed."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, kid. It happens." He looks around the small apartment. "I guess it's been hard getting the chores done while you're laid up like this, huh?"

It's a perfect out, but Spencer isn't going to lie. Surely, this won't be the last time Morgan sees his apartment.

"It's always like this," he admits. "I have a difficult time with tasks and motivation... and keeping track of time... and impulsivity...

"What do you mean?"

"It's called executive dysfunction." Spencer shrugs. "I have a hard time starting tasks, and finishing them. I procrastinate, or I get distracted, or I mean to do the laundry and then spend six hours reading about butterflies instead. I can't force myself to get groceries, but I go to the store at 3AM to buy popsicles because that seems like the best use of my time. It's why everything's a mess, and why I usually don't let you guys come over here. So you don't see what I'm-- what I'm really like."

"But at work?"

"I put all my energy into doing what I have to do. I plot everything out - when you see me with all the cards and notes and boards, those aren't just for the case. They're for me. And usually the case takes all my attention, and nothing else matters anyway."

"That's why you don't eat or sleep," Morgan surmises. Spencer just shrugs again.

"Anyway, thank you for helping me," he says. "You don't have to stay, though. I'm sure you have things to do, and I need to take a nap."

"I'll stay with you till you fall asleep, pretty boy," Morgan promises, and helps Spencer get comfortable on the couch.

When Spencer wakes up a few hours later, his apartment is spotless and there's a note from Morgan on the counter.

I know this doesn't fix your brain, but at least you can start fresh. And if you ever need help again, you know I'm just a phone call away. Anytime.

#cw executive dysfunction #cw injury #autistic spencer reid #derek morgan #maya writes more than 5 sentences #maya's autistic spencer collection #maya's moreid collection

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anemo-writes · 3 years

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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