#OatCake

[megancrow]

Gonna miss them 🥲

#sex education #sex ed netflix #maeve wiley #aimee gibbs #otis milburn #eric effiong #oatcake #fan art

[florbexter]

Hello! For the oatcake prompts if that's OK? I have a personal headcanon that Oat can't drive and cycles everywhere so I would love a fic where M offers to help teach him to drive (bonus if it's because he finds Bun has offered first!) can make it as sweet or as comedy as you like!

coolness factor: zero | [AO3]

The logical part of M’s brain knew that Dr Bunn was in a relationship with Tan and most likely quite happy with him. For reasons unknown and incomprehensible. The logical part of his brain knew that Dr Bunn was too professional and strict to ever consider a relationship with a subordinate let alone someone who was his immediate junior.

The emotional part of his brain however was a feral beast that looked at all the information he had and scoffed.

M had parked under several trees across the side entrance of the hospital. The cup of coffee he held was more decoration than a beverage he intended to drink. He needed something to occupy his hands.

The night staff was already trickling out of the building and not more than two minutes later Dr Oat biked around the corner. M felt some of his tension leave his body.

Oat and his bike had become a familiar sight since he had come to Viangpha Mork. The young doctor rode it everywhere, to work, to the market, and sometimes even to go out. M hadn’t thought too much about his choice of transportation despite secretly checking that Oat’s bicycle was roadworthy. He had once retightened the brakes, but with Oat’s approval and they had had a rather amusing almost fight about wearing a helmet. Which Oat refused to, much to M’s displeasure.

“’Morning.”

“Oh,” Oat looked up from where he was kneeling to secure his bike. The smile he threw him made the anxiety and the embarrassment M felt a bit better. “Good morning, Inspector.” Oat looked down at his watch and then frowned. “It’s a bit early, huh?”

M sighed internally. Having a crush really grated on his coolness factor.

“I just finished my night shift.” An hour ago to be exact, but no one needed to know that.

“I hope it wasn’t stressful,” Oat said and stood up.

And then M had no idea how to proceed. He thought he had a plan, which wasn’t a good one because he now realized that it had to appear weird that he knew that Oat couldn’t drive. Maybe not weird. But it was weird that he wanted to ask him about it in the early morning hours when the fog was still hanging in the streets and the sun hadn’t gone up yet.

Why couldn’t he have waited until later?

“Did something happen? I thought we decided to meet this evening?”

They weren’t dating per se. M wanted to, badly, but they were still stuck in the little dance of spending every minute together when they weren’t at work, brushing their shoulders together whenever they walked next to each other, having freaking inside jokes, but not actually asking each other out for an official date. M was scared shitless because even though he knew that the way Oat looked at him and smiled at him meant something, he was still afraid that he misinterpreted the signals.

Oat’s smile made his heart skip a beat and that scared him a little bit.

“No… it’s just.” He tried to find a reason why he would ask out of nowhere, but it had been a long nightshift if he was honest, and his brain was filled with jealous thoughts only. He wanted to scratch his nose but still held the coffee cup in his hand and bumped it accidentally against his face. Great.

“I heard that you don’t have your driver's licence, and before I forget about it, I wanted to tell you that we have a learning parkour behind the school. If you want to learn. It’s your decision if you...”

He babbled. M squinted against the sky that got brighter by the second. His ears burned.

“It’s not really a learning parkour if I’m being honest, they put some warning triangles on the ground and one of the teachers got inspired and made a figure which apparently should symbolise a pedestrian, but the vote is still out on that...”

Could someone shoot him now, please?

When he found the courage to look at Oat, he wasn’t in the least surprised that Oat smiled widely at him. Mischief and delight bright in his eyes. M knew that his ears were on fire right now.

“You heard that Dr Bunn offered to teach me how to drive!”

M opened his mouth to deny it, but it was true. Then he frowned because Oat didn’t sound mad, he sounded like he had just opened a present he really, really liked.

“I can’t believe I am also part of the weird territorial thing you two have going on.”

M scoffed. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Really?”

Maybe. Maybe it was part of it. Maybe M wanted to take a crayon and mark everything with an X he considered his. Mark it so Bunn wouldn’t touch it. Bunn made him uncharacteristically possessive and when he had heard from a colleague that Oat didn’t have a driver’s license and that Dr Bunn had offered to teach him… he had wanted to do something to Oat that was the equivalent of licking his sandwich so that Bunn wouldn’t dare to take a bite out of it.

“If Tan had offered to teach me, you would have reacted similarly?”

M tried to keep his stern Inspector face to say “Yes”, but couldn’t because the thought that Tan would keep his attention on another person that wasn’t Bunn for longer than ten seconds was laughable.

“But Tan didn’t offer,” he said instead and then winced. Oat made a gotcha sound.

“Where did you even have the information that Bunn offered to teach me?”

“Viangpha Mork is small, words go around quickly,” he said and this time he knew that his Inspector-face gave nothing away. Oat didn’t need to know how invested everyone was in their maybe-relationship. They even ran to him when Oat bought two mangoes instead of one.

Oat made a tststs sound at him as if he was a cat and Oat had caught him scratching up the couch.

“You two need to work on this rivalry thing because I will not be dragged further into it. Also, no. Dr Bunn isn’t going to teach me how to drive. Because I don’t want to learn how to drive.”

“Oh.”

“I have my bike and that is enough,” he patted the saddle affectionally.

M didn’t know why he felt disappointed.

“And,” Oat continued, “if I ever feel the need to learn I will ask you. Until then I have you to drive me around, right?”

He patted M’s cheek affectionately like he had done to his bike before he said goodbye and turned and walked away.

M might have stood frozen on the spot for longer than he wanted to admit. At least until someone shouted a “Good Morning Inspector” at him.

He touched his cheek then his ears and yes, they were burning up alright.

end.

#manner of death #oatcake #oat x m #florbexter writes #au canon divergence #ao3 link #fluff

[dawdger]

FIVE bananas are used in this Banana & Oat Breakfast Cake. Indulge in a hearty and wholesome start to your day with our Banana & Oat Breakfast Cake featuring a generous FIVE bananas. Fuel up the right way.

#MorningSweetness #BreakfastCake #DeliciousStart #OatCake #FiveBananas

[alexsrandomramblings]

Beet soup with oatcake.

#alex rambles #food #cooking #soup #oatcake

[riya-gone]

This oat cake was the first of many new recipes I've recently started to make. It's a cinnamon oatcake made with banana, oats, cinnamon, almond milk, and baking soda. Follow me for more homemade recipes and restaurant reviews!

#first post #food #healthy #oatcake #cinnamon

[dduane]

Two kinds: the basic crisp thin oatcake, and a baking-powder raised variant.

#Food and Cooking of the Middle Kingdoms #oatcakes #Middle Kingdoms meta #that hot smoked salmon REALLY DID THE BUSINESS with these #but butter is good too #recipes

[ghostnamedmem]

I really waht hot oatcakes now

#they look so tasyt #not shop bought ones tho #propper home made oatcakes straight out the oven

[absolsrenegade]

...i think i need a bigger apartment

#the lab that does oatcakes checkups just asked if i want to take in another abandoned fossilmon #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn rp #rotomblr #pokemon rp #rotumblr #irl pkmn

[draconic-ichor]

So the exploit to get my favorite horse in chapter 2/3 still works…

Image of me after an hour of trying to pull off said exploit:

BUT

I have my horse

#I love her #I will feed her oatcakes and brush her hair #red dead redemption 2 #I’m on my bullshit again.

[afieldinengland]

drinking a glass of white wine and reading private eye at quarter to seven in the evening. i think it’s marvellous that i’m practicing for middle age already

#bought a copy with my coffee and oatcake this morning <- help me

[luffysfakebeard]

disaster after disaster after disaster

#Gael makes a post #videos #Sex Education #SE #Eric Effiong #Otis Milburn #fave #love how even mid argument he still calls Otis Oatcake 😂😂😂

[askwhatsforlunch]

Saint Patrick’s Day’s Table

Saint Patrick’s Day may be a very happy one for the Irish this year, with the Ireland XV one (rugby) game away from a Six Nations Grand Slam! As I am not a sore loser, and I love good food, I may join in the craic! And with a glass of good Irish whisky and these few recipes, so can you! Cheers!

Breads, Loaves and Oatcakes

Stout Loaf

Dill Soda Bread

Cheddar and Ale Soda Bread

Donegal Oatcakes

Soda Bread II

Oatcakes

Breakfast

Boxty (Irish Potato Pancakes)

Tea

Maíre’s Potato Scones

Meat

Beer Battered Sausages

Dublin Coddle

Irish Beef and Vegetable Stew

Sides

Colcannon

Champ

Sweet and Alcoholic Drinks

Irish Hot Chocolate (Alcoholic)

Irish Coffee (Alcoholic)

#Recipes #Recipe #Recipe List #Food #Saint Patrick’s Day’s Table #Saint Patrick’s Day’s Table recipes #Saint Patrick’s Day recipes #Saint Patrick’s Day’s Table Recipe List #Irish Cuisine #Irish recipes #Irish recipe #Soda Bread #Oatcakes #Stout Loaf #Boxty #Beer Battererd Sausages #Irish Stew #Dublin Coddle #Colcannon #Champ #Irish Coffee #Irish Hot Chocolate #Winter #Winter recipes #Winter Warmers #Celebratory Food #Celebratory Drink #Happy Saint Patrick's Day #Saint Patrick's Day

[alatar-and-pallando]

Nova Scotia oatcake, local honey, sharp cheddar and fresh cherries.

(oatcake recipe here; I tweaked it by adding 1/8 cup malted milk powder and subtracting a tablespoon of brown sugar.)

#food #my posts #dare i say #hobbitcore #recipes #oatcakes are the perfect tabula rasa but also delicious on their own #great sweet-salty-nutty balance

[theperplexednavigator]

Today feels like a good day to introduce to you one of my ocs.

They call him Mem, short for memory, as his creator/source (Tom) was pretty sure this guy was the personification/ghost of his missing memories, or rather the memories of his "predecessor." What Tom doesn't realize at first is that Mem is instead the personification/manifestation of his predecessor's guilt, and is the ghost of crimes unaccounted for. This doesn't make much difference to Mem, who still holds Tom accountable for his actions, regardless of whether or not this is the correct Tom.

This form we see hear is only one of a few. Specifically, this is the face that peers out from the dark, mirrors, or even computer and television screens. He stares, watches, grins, and waits for Tom's sins to find him out.

It's a silly little face. He is quite a fan of whimsy.

#cw scopophobia #navifitz characters #navifitz art #original character #traditional art #independent author #independent writer #my ocs do not steal #this is not connected to oatcakes this time just someone from my stories #i just wanted to share his silly little face with you today idk why #cryptidcore #analog horror #analogue horror #analog horror oc #horror oc #horrorcore #horror #horror art #we also call him the hat man for reasons not depicted in the doodles #he tends to take over blamk areas of my page nowadays #horror writing #oc doodles #not sure if i'll be sharing his other forms here or if all ill give you is this silly face #he is after all staring at you from your screen so technically that would mean this is the version of him you should be stuck with #cw staring #he's rather fond of his job...usually

[oatcakespodofficial]

Greetings! You may call me NavigatorFitz if you like. Or even Songweaver (as I'm known in another place). Navifitz is also nice. Navi. Navigator. Or just plain Fitz. Or @theperplexednavigator (my fandom/horror blog). Your resident Antedilluvian Passerby.

Either way, welcome to my main blog! Here, you'll find a lot of gremlincore/nature-y stuff/things of that sort, plus some writer-y vibes as well.

This was originally going to be a place to share a podcast I'd been working on, "I'm Sorry, We Don't Campaign," aka, Iswadoc, or just Oatcakespod, thus the title. But that project is currently on hiatus (and I dont feel like changing the name on all my links on other places). I do write other things that I would love to share, including poetry, drabbles. (Perhaps eventually more horror as well...)

In spirit, this blog shall be called "Theperplexedoatcake," but once again, I'm too nervous about changing the name atm.

To be honest, I can way more often be found on @theperplexednavigator , where I reblog a lot of horror media and the like.

I'm currently hyperfixated on analog horror, animatronic horror, j horror, and general spooky vibes (one of my big special interests is horror and so on), as well as general fae folk vibes, so feel free to chat about any of that on either blog.

I'm a shy, gothy creature, but I would love to make a few friends here!

Is that all? Hmmm...seems to be...

Okay, well I guess I'll close this out. Cheers!

#if you decide to follow theperplexednavigator just know that it'll be oatcakes following back #since unfortunately one cannot follow back on the side accout #navifitzspeaks #decided to finally make a fresh intro pinned post #one that's more reflective of how things are going #independent writer #independent author #goth blog #gothgoth #goblincore #gremlincore #faecore #small writer #small podcast #crowcore

[florbexter]

For the Oatcake recipes: maybe a story about M constantly trying to ask Oat out (eating together, going to the cinema, going on a walk? Whatever!) while Oat is like "oh! what a friendly inspector! cool! such a good material for a pal!" all the time? I would like to see the big revelation at the end, but if you prefer not to include that, that's okay too :D

(My ao3 name is SzmaragDrac)

Shame on me. I found some prompts in my drafts from a while ago. My drafts are a mess, but maybe this will still make you smile ^^

Unaware your love has caught me | [AO3 Link]

“What’s that?”

Oat looked up from his lunch, which was a perfectly recognizable portion of Pad Kra Pao and frowned at Dr Bunn.

“My lunch?” He hastily looked at the clock, but he had neither started too early with his lunch nor was he already over his break time.

“I see that,” Dr Bunn said slowly, “since when are you using this kind of…” he seemed to struggle for words, “fancy Tupperware.”

“Oh!” Oat couldn’t contain his smile. “It’s from Inspector M. We ordered too much yesterday and he insisted that I should take the rest for todays lunch.” His smile fell when Dr Bunn just continued to look at him as if he pictured him on his autopsy table. Dead. Sliced open.

“Nothing what you just said made sense,” he finally said and to Oat’s confused spluttering took a sharp turn and left without another word.

“What?” He picked up the cover of the Tupperware box. It was an ordinary one. With scratches because it was apparently used very often… There was nothing wrong with his lunch.

Maybe Dr Bunn struggled with paperwork recently. He always got extra moody when he had to stay late for paperwork. Oat shrugged and continued to eat. Inspector M really knew the best food stalls in Viangpha Mork.

“Hey, Doc! Hey! Doc!”

Oat turned around and almost lost the huge pile of files in his arms. A shit-eating grin greeted him when he focused on the person that had apparently called him.

“How was your date, Doc?”

The young man on the examination table looked strangely familiar. Oat had either seen him around the village or, he stepped closer to take a look at the file, he was a regular.

“Another motorbike accident?”, he asked. The clothes were torn majorly on the left side of the young man, Tat stood on the file, a bloody gash on his left shoulder, left knee and high on his left cheekbone.

Tat shrugged, still smiling at Oat like the Cheshire cat. At least, there was a helmet laying next to Tat on the table.

“What do you mean with Date?”, Oat asked and contemplated putting the files on the cart to look at the injuries. The emergency room bustled with people and Oat would swear on one of his kidneys that this young man had told every nurse and doctor that his injuries weren’t that bad.

“Your little evening stroll with our Inspector.” His northern accent got heavier, and Oat wondered if he really thought he could embarrass Oat with the fact that Inspector M had walked him home yesterday after he had found him on the street with a flat tyre on his bicycle. Ah, to be that kind of cocky young adult once more, Oat thought with a quiet chuckle.

“Let me have a look at your injuries,” he said instead of taking the bait, and searched for a spot to safely put away the files, “do you experience headache or pressure behind your—”

“Tat!” Before Oat was able to get closer a lanky, tall young man appeared, out of breath with Dr Fai in tow.

“I found a doctor,” he said and raised Dr Fai’s arm while pointing at the embroidery on her white coat. Dr Fai appeared a bit confused but also amused and Oat took a step back to give them room. Tat sputtered at the other boy, beet red, and Oat caught his eyes to wink, pointed at the lanky boy and mouthed: “Quiet a catch.” The redness on Tat’s cheeks, which shouldn’t be possible, deepened and Oat left the emergency room cackling.

Things like this always reminded him how small Viangpha Mork was and how easily you became part of the village gossip. It also reminded him that he needed to find a way to express his gratitude to Inspector M who had insisted to repair his bike. Oat put the files on a little table next to the archives room and smiled. He had thought it would be hard to make friends outside of the hospital, with their busy schedules and all that. But it seemed like Inspector M was on the speed run to his first pal not involved in the medic field. Nice!

+++

“Tough day?”

Oat didn’t lift his head. His head was fine where it was. On the hard surface of the table outside of the hospital, his butt slowly but surely lost all sensations on the wired bench he sat on.

He grunted and something was placed next to his head. He opened his eyes a bit. Food. He even smelled it. The heavenly smell of something fried. His back crackled when he straightened himself and he squinted at Inspector M who had sat down across from him. He was in uniform but didn’t wear his hat. Soot and dirt stained his shirt and even his cheek.

Traffic accidents weren’t uncommon. The winding streets. Tourists and locals alike who were impatient…but a whole bus with little bodies.

Oat sighed then tried to smile and opened the food container.

“Thanks,” he said and munched on the fried fish cakes. Here they sat, tired to the bones, worn-out psychically. Oat had feared that someone would find him who wanted to talk to him, but Inspector M just sat across from him and sipped from a cup of coffee occasionally.

“Did you know that we have a cinema here?”

“Really? I thought you have to drive to the next town to watch a movie.”

Inspector M shook his head. “They will only show the latest blockbuster once a week. Wednesday. You want to go? As a distraction?”

What Oat really wanted was to go home and wallow in self-pity. Which wasn’t the best way to deal with a crappy workday he knew that. Still, he nodded; his cheeks full of freshly fried fish cakes.

“What movie is it?”, Dr Fai asked when Oat and the rest of the hospital staff ordered their popcorn at the little stand in front of the theatre. Which looked like they would enter someone’s living room soon. Oat didn’t mind. He wanted to lean back in a comfy chair with his brain shut off.

“Inspector M said they show the latest blockbuster. Maybe a Marvel one?”

Oat turned when silence followed his words. Fan and Dr Fai stared at him while Dr Bunn rubbed his hand over his face. Oat was quite sure that he said something like: “I can’t believe this.”

“What?”

“Oat. Is Inspector M waiting for you in there?”, Dr Fai asked.

“I guess.” They had said they would meet at the cinema after they both had showered. Oat had invited the rest of his colleagues when he had met them while he had packed his stuff.

“Oh my god,” Fan said and both women shouldered their way past him and shot him disbelieving looks.

“What?”, he asked again because ‘What?’.

“Just eat your popcorn,” Dr Bunn said and shoved him through the entrance of the cinema. He was so confused he almost overlooked Inspector M who waved at them from his seat. A bunch of other people were also there, but the room wasn’t packed.

“I thought you wanted to go to the cinema,” he mumbled when he passed his colleagues. They had appeared very enthusiastic when he had invited them. Confusing pack.

+++

“Your bill is already paid.”

The music was a bit loud at this part of The Mist and Oat frowned. He leaned over the counter and put his hand behind his ear.

“What?”

Tan leaned forward with an eye roll. He had that from Dr Bunn, Oat was sure of it. Oat had thought that the relationship with Tan would make Dr Bunn a bit more laid back, but it just made Tan more sarcastic.

“I said your bill was already paid.”

Oat had the feeling his frown would engrave itself permanently into his forehead.

“Who?”

Tan jerked his head to the left and Oat followed his direction. Dr Bunn and Inspector M stood at the other end of the bar and talked. It was like a punch in the stomach every time to see Inspector M outside of his uniform. The softness was always a surprise.

“Dr Bunn?”, Oat asked. That would be weird. Since Oat had made the video about drunk Dr Bunn that long time ago, his boss had more or less made it a rule that Oat was the one who had to pay for his drinks if they weren’t at The Mist. Dr Bunn didn’t have to pay for his drinks at The Mist.

“I can’t believe I pity that guy,” Tan said but Oat didn’t really listen because the Inspector laughed at something Dr Bunn had said.

He jerked back when Tan flicked his finger against his forehead.

“Hey! That hurt.”

“Hopefully. The Inspector was the one who paid for your tab. Don’t forget to say thank you.”

“Oh,” Oat said while he rubbed over the sting on his head. Inspector M had paid? Again? Maybe he should start a list so he would be able to pay Inspector M back sometime soon. The lunch last week, the little snacks he bought him at the end of his shift… he needed to figure out a way to pay him back.

Ten minutes later he realized that taking a ride with Inspector M, who lived in another direction wasn’t the payback he deserved. Maybe he acted a bit too comfortable with his newfound friend. But it was existing to have someone who seemed like he enjoyed his company.

“Inspector M?”

“Call me just M.”

Oat wanted to protest, but Inspector M threw him a brilliant smile that was so in contrast to his solemn facial expression when they met while he was in uniform that Oat might have burst a blood vessel.

“Please,” he added. Oat had to turn away and put a hand over his heart to keep it from breaking out of his chest.

“Oh my god,” he mouthed to his reflection in the window.

“Sure,” he said out loud.

“M,” he tried again, “the next meal is on me, okay? I can’t let you go away with paying all the time.” Especially because they haven’t even been together at The Mist.

“But I want to,” M said and turned a corner into the assortments of condos Oat’s home was. “Let me.”

Best new friendship ever, Oat thought happily. Okay, he didn’t want to take advantage of M but it was nice to be pampered for once.

“Then thanks for driving me—” but before he could even unbuckle M was already out of the car and Oat found himself escorted to his door. At least the grannies looking through the windows would see that he arrived home safely.

“Thanks again,” he said after he opened his door and maybe he needed to make a little sign he could raise instead of saying ‘Thank you’ all the time. He turned to wave at M, but the man looked at him like he wanted to ask him something.

“Mhm?”

“One question,” M said, stepped closer and put one arm high on the doorframe. He was almost looming over Oat who felt like he needed an oxygen tank soon. There were a lot of muscles close to his face. In addition to M’s aftershave that was all kinds of delicious and how the moon framed M’s entire being from behind. There was a whimper waiting in Oat’s throat.

“Sure,” he said, a bit breathless. Hopefully, M just thought he was a bit tipsy.

“Are you just polite because you are afraid of rejecting me or are you really oblivious?”

Oat stared at M. Had he heard that correctly?  

“I am sorry?”

“I flirt with you,” M said exasperated but not angry.

Oat opened his mouth then closed it. Neurons reconnected themselves in his brain and tried to make sense of what he had heard. His worldview had to be rewritten.

“People don’t flirt with me,” he blurred out.

He wasn’t… he knew that he wasn’t ugly or difficult to be with. Older women flocked towards him and wanted to put flower crowns in his hair and dress him up. They all saw a little brother in him. A fun little brother to pamper a little bit, but not date.

And now…

Oat had carefully stopped himself from thinking about M like that. He had forbidden himself from lusting or daydreaming because M had sought him out as he had always been sought out. As someone, you could have fun with. Not to start a relationship with.

“They do. I do.”

“Oh.”

And some stuff made click in Oat’s had and a smile grew on his face.

“Oh!”

end.

#florbexter writes #manner of death #oatcakes #oat x m #ao3 link #tumblr prompt