#This was so long but I think I got all the stuff from the cookbook. Please let me know if I missed anything

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/19/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neil; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Wee John Wondays; LubeAsACrew; Stats/Trends; Fan Spotlight; Engagement Prompts; LoveNotes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

Hey All, today's been an off day for me, so please let me know if I've missed something. Hope you all had fun!

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

== Rhys Darby ==

Well, our goofball of a captain is back with more Red Dead Redemption II, check out Part 2 below:

Rhys also did comedy at Bourbon Room Hollywood last week, and = tmiddendorfphoto on IG captured quite a lot of photos of his set. Feel free to visit them:

== Con O ' Neill ==

Whoops! I had this prepped for yesterday then completely forgot, sorry Con! Con was out seeing BettyRules in NYC!

== Wee John Wonday ==

Kristian had Samba on WJW Today! Lots of cool stuff they chatted above! If you're unable to watch right now, there's a small breakdown of various high points below:

Highlights/Things We Learned:

Samba baby's name is Ocean

Samba was kind enough to stand in for WJW when someone else had to drop off for work.

Samba loves giving Kristian middle names: Kristian Victoria Nairn / Kristian Alexander Nairn / Kristian Valaria Nairn, Kristian Venereal Disease Nairn / Kristian Damien Nairn / Kristian Nicholas Nairn / Kristian Tabitha Nairn

There were live doves that would shit on you on set, and they shat on Samson

Kristian was a professional Chef

Samba wants to do Cryptic Factor w/Rhys

Samba is big into ufo's and cryptids

Kristian is also into paranormal stuff

Kristian - In New Zealand saw weird things on the lawn of his rental place (weird creatures focused on the balcony of his room)

David Fane - ate all the cheese in Calypso's Birthday

They really appreciate all the fans trying to save OFMD and would LOVE to get a season 3, even if only for 2 hours.

Samba would like ot do a bts/blooper combo but has to get permission first

For the wrap party, the cast members got each other gifts:

Samson got everyone crocs

EDIT: David Fane gave them Samoan necklaces (ty @denizbevan)!

Kristian said his "Gifts got stolen"

Samba gave them pictures / BTS videos

Q: Who was most elusive in regards to BTS?

Joel - also Ewan

Q: Favorite Soup?

Sambas favorite Soup - Chicken Noodle (chicken soup)

Kristian's favorite Soup - Cream of Tomato

Q: Did anything change with Roach in S2?

Yes, he became softer / trusting

Q: Lots of great energy and hanging out between crew members and family, (not something often seen) what do you think led to that?

Casting director Alison Jones - awesome at casting

Energy on set was positive and acceptance from the get go that helped

Sailing training, stunt training, sword fighting together helped bonding

Everyone on the cast was odd, and people moved out together so lots of small found family situations

Long hours together

Note: Stede's story time everyone is actually asleep, cause they've been up for like 18 hrs

Q: What's your favourite dessert, that you could live off forever?

Roach - Chocolate Mousse, really fluffy and airy

Kristian - Black Forest Cake

Q: What was best part of working in New Zealand?

8 hr days instead of 18 hrs days

Nature was gorgeous

Maori Elders did a land blessing

Q: Roach played a lot of roles, what do you think was his main role?

Cook, Doctor, therapist in that order.

Q: Would Aamba release a cookbook?

If enough interest, Yes - OFMD Cast Favorite Cookbook

And Mac and cheese recipe

Cakes and desserts

Q: What's it like being a new dad?

Amazing , no time to catch breath, feeling a lot of protectiveness and excitement and energy to step up and take care of the kiddo So fulfilling, Sambas a great dad.

Original Script / Deleted Scene Stuff:

In original script: Roach was going to end up with the crew of revenge, but then changed the script cause Samba would look like a kid who stole his dads jacket, so Frenchie was cap

Originally Zheng called the crew "beta" instead of "tender" but they changed it.

Innkeeper deleted scenes:

Everyone's eating soup on deck, roach was supposed to be serving people soup, and Fang says "Ah, Leroy, I'm so glad you're alive?" and Lucius goes "I'm sorry do you think my name is Leroy?"

Oluwande was crying, Jim asks if he was, he says no he gets that thing when he's around grass, and Jim says "A yeah lots of grass around here"

Other deleted scene:

Kristian saying "its sizest" doing big guy stuff

And roach says he's stuck doing tall skinnhy guy stuff

Pete asks if he's stuck doing bald guy stuff

More Deleted scenes:

Ewan zip lines over first and yells: "I was born to fly"

Roach zip line screams quietly cause they tell him to be quiet, and then he lands and says, "why its so sticky I wanna go back", and he tries to get back on the rope but Frenchie flys in and knocks him over.

Another Delete scene:

Wee John was going to dress up as cupid, would have encouraged Stede and Ed, who would have danced to "At Last" and then when and boned.

== Samba BTS ==

In honor of Wee John Wonday's, Samba added some more BTS starring Kristian, and shared the video he talked about in WJW regarding Kristian's birthday.

== Lube As A Crew ==

Astroglide sent @Seven_Sugars a carepackage for a lovely review!

== Stats Stats Stats / Trends ==

Thank you @meowzawowza_ as usual for the awesome insight!

Trends! Thank you @merryfinches and @debphotog for catching these!

== Fan Spotlight ==

For those of you not on twitter, you may not have seen @wndrngnomad's collage's she's been doing each day for the cast members! They go back quite a while so I'll add them all to the repo, but they kind enough to give me permission to share them with the everyone outside of twitter!

== Engagement Prompts ==

Over on Instagram @saveofmdcrewmates have some engagement prompts for tomorrow: #CrossoverCruesday. Time to switch it up! What is your fantasy crossover beween another show and OFMD? Crossover AU anyone?

== Articles ==

Special thanks to @heide79728 on Twitter for sharing all these international headlines!

HBO MAX "praised the loyal audience that engaged with the series and contributed to building an interactive community around it." - Article in Arabic

"14 Recommended Series-fans are already deeply engaged in a massive campaign to encourage another network to buy the rights and produce another season to give the story the ending it deserves" - Article in Hebrew

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies.

Have you had any water lately? Did you get to go outside and take a walk? Please remember that you need breaks sometimes, even if they're only a few minutes here or there.

You deserve rest-- and when things get rough, your brain needs a couple minutes to reset. Remember to take care of yourself and practice some self-care.

Self care means fun too!

Do something you enjoy that makes you smile. I'm not a fan of sticker/sticky things-- but I know a lot of people who love googly-eyes so I figured this was appropriate.

Anyway, gnight/gday crew, have a lovely one.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

I think I've done this Darby one on these recaps before, but I needed to have a theme tonight, and the them is well, I think you know. Yes that is Taika in the stash, from "Boy".

#Instagram #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #our flag means death #adopt our crew #save ofmd #ofmd #taika waititi #samba schutte #con o'neill #david fane #joel fry #ewen bremner #rhys darby #ofmd bts

[madlittlecriminal]

Sweet Tooth ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader

Request: yes! from @bubblegumfanfics - Totally require a Steven Grant fix where the reader is a hella good baker and Steven loves her little treats. She tries confessing to him by making him chocolates and all of the things he loves but he isn’t getting a picture. One day the reader turns up at his place with chocolates and freshly baked snacks for a movie night and as they’re doing that Steven just goes like “You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Warnings: if you have a sugar craving or crave something as soon as you read it, i apologize. trust me, im craving sweets now & i don’t have much of a sweet tooth. also, if you don’t like Peacock, im sorry :,) I’ve been watching a lot of stuff on there recently & it’s free unless you don’t want ads so naturally, my broke self loves it & im tired of Netflix rn 💀

Another day, another batch of left overs from the treats you made for your bakery. Usually, you would save them for the next day, but since it was Friday, you decided you’d take them home to try new recipes you found in cookbooks and on YouTube. Fridays were also one of the days in the week where you get to see Steven Grant; your favorite customer and the man you had a crush on. He’s always been so nice to you and, although sometimes shy and awkward, made decent conversation with you. You probably wouldn’t admit it to his face, but you absolutely loved it when he rambled about Egypt and different historic items as well as their Gods and Goddesses.

Not only did you know of his love for all things Egyptian, you also knew of his love for sweets, especially when it comes to chocolate, so each time he came in, you’d always add some form of romance to his goodies, but he never noticed. Today was different though as you both had a tradition to go to his house to watch a movie every other Friday.

You finished cleaning your bakery before packing some brownies, some homemade chocolate bars, chocolate chip cookies, some macarons and a few slices of cakes of different flavors. You locked up the bakery before making your way to Steven’s apartment, debating whether or not you would tell him before or after the movie since you wanted to get it over with.

When you got to his, he invited you in and helped you put the goods in the fridge as well as stealing a brownie from the container you brought them in. “So, what are we watching? A comedy? A documentary? Sci-fi?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “A romance actually.” You raised an eyebrow at his words. “Steven Grant watching a romance? That’s something I never thought I would witness.”

“Well, I do hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head before grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge and sat on his couch. “No, it’s fine. I’m just surprised is all.” He sat next to you before scrolling through the romance section on Peacock. The silence was a bit awkward as the only sounds sound you heard was the occasional crunch of the chocolate bar as well as the the sips of water Steven took.

Suddenly the scrolling stopped and you looked over at Steven who was looking at you. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” You grabbed a napkin before wiping your mouth and he chuckled. “No, it’s nothing of the sort. I just feel like I have to tell you something, but I have no idea how you’ll take it.” You nibble on your chocolate bar, waiting patiently for him to continue. “How long have we known each other (Y/N)?” You took a sip of your water before saying, “I think it’s been almost two years now…?”

“Well, I think I’ll take this risk,” you looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for any hint of what he was going to do or say, but he hid it well, it was scary. “You know I’m in love with you, right?” At his confession, you choked on your own saliva, causing him to panic and quickly give you your water. After you downed it, he began apologizing. “I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m so sorry!” You shook your head and rested your hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Steven. I didn’t know though because every time I’ve tried to tell you, you never noticed.” He became shocked at your words.

“Since when?!” You laughed before pointing out all the little things you did for him that had hints of you liking him. “Since you never noticed, I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek, causing them to warm up. “Now you know that I do and I’m sorry for being oblivious to your attempts, love.” You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled. “That’s okay, Steven. I love you too.”

~~~~~

requests are open! feel free to look through my masterlists in case you want to request someone that isn’t the moon boys! :)

#marvel #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant #steven grant x y/n #moon knight x reader #mcu #marvel universe

[zablife]

Chocolate Chip Pancakes

Summary: Richie goes to jail and leaves Carm to watch Eva.

Author's Note: My first fic for The Bear so please be kind!

Warnings: language, mention of jail

“Cousin, you gotta get Eva for me. Just for tonight,” Richie begged as his hands were being restrained, a sudden clarity coming over him as he remembered his little girl was waiting across town.

“Yeah and what about you, dickhead?” Carmy asked. “Who else do you think is gonna bail you out?” he asked, looking at Fak doubtfully. Fak hung his head and retreated to the kitchen as the officers hauled Richie to his feet, shuffling him to the door.

“He’s not going anywhere until we get word from the hospital,” one of the cops barked, giving Richie’s elbow a shove.

“Please….and don’t tell Tiff,” Richie pleaded. Carm nodded in agreement. The last thing he needed on top of the property damage and assault charges was a visit from Richie’s ex-wife, screeching at him and tearing his stomach to shreds.

Pulling a cigarette from the pack, he watched his cousin get shoved into the back of the police cruiser and whisked away. Looking at his watch he realized he only had thirty minutes to get to Eva’s babysitter. 

—————————————

“Where’s Richie?” Izzy asked. 

“He had some stuff to finish up at the restaurant. I’m supposed to pick her up,” Carm said, trying to sound vague, yet convincing. 

Izzy furrowed her brow, scanning him up and down. He looked exhausted and had clearly come from a long shift himself. He smelled like grease and smoke, a hint of garlic. She knew Carm from school, but it had been a long time.

“Thought you went to New York or some shit. Are you really working at the Beef now?” she asked.

“Look, it’s late. Can you pack Eva’s bag, please?” he asked, shifting his weight uncomfortably. He didn’t like discussing his homecoming with people as it inevitably led to unwanted questions about his brother, Mikey. 

“Yeah, I’ll get her,” she said, leaving the door open for him to come inside.

—————————————

As they walked inside his tiny apartment, Eva asked, “Is Daddy coming?”

“No, um…he’s busy tonight,” Carm lied.

Eva looked around cautiously, taking in the stacks of cookbooks and haphazard piles of laundry and pots, strewn everywhere. “Don't you have a bed?” she asked, eyeing the couch made up with a pillow and blankets.

“Yeah, yeah…I got a bed,” Carm assured her. “Lemme show ya,” he said, ushering her down the hall to his room, unused even after months of occupancy. He opened the door to the sparse room, a mattress with a single sheet, nothing more.

Eva craned her neck as she took in the bare walls. “This is your room?” she asked.

“Mm-hmm,” Carm replied. 

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, why?” he replied too defensively for her liking.

“You don’t have any posters or stuff in here. Where are your clothes?” she said, nose scrunched in disapproval.

Placing her bag on the floor, Carm scratched the back of his neck before indicating down the hall. “I…uh….I keep everything in the living room."

“Why?” Eva asked, thinking it was really weird this man had his own room, but never put anything in it. She had two rooms she'd decorated with all her important possessions. She thought about the stars on her ceiling at her dad's apartment and the rows of stuffed animals lining the bed at her mom's house.

“I dunno, the living room has a tv,” Carm mumbled as though that might serve as an answer. However, Eva continued to bore a hole into him and it unnerved him how many questions she asked. He thought she would be easier to look after.

“Look, your dad said you gotta go to bed. So, here’s your bed,” he said, pointing at the mattress. 

“Ok,” she nodded and Carm breathed a sigh of relief. “But I need a bedtime story,” she stated, eyes wide and hopeful.

“A story?” Carm said with a gulp.

Eva nodded vigorously as she plopped down on the mattress and patted the space beside her.

Carm ran a hand through his disheveled hair, feeling the ache in his gut and nodded. “Ok, yeah. A story….lemme think a minute,” he said, trying to remember something suitable for a child. What the fuck would Richie say, he thought? Probably something about the epic bar fight he'd gotten into alongside Mikey on St. Paddy's Day back in '02. Fuck, he couldn’t tell her that. Think, Carm! Tell the kid something wholesome, something fucking normal!

“Ah…once upon a time...” Yeah stories started like this, he knew they did. Keep going asshole, she’ll be asleep any minute now, he thought. “There were three bears...” Bears, yes! Bears were good. “They lived in a house and there was a little girl who broke in because she was like super rude or somethin’ and she couldn’t wait to go to sleep.”  Wait…fuck, he was tired. How did the story go? 

Eva giggled. “Do you mean Goldilocks and The Three Bears?” she asked in a pitying tone.

“That’s the one!” Carm nodded. 

“You’re not telling it right!” she scolded him.

“I’m not?” he asked with a chuckle.

“No!” she squealed. “The bears leave their porridge to cool and then Goldilocks comes to their house. She tries their porridge, then their chairs, then their beds!” she giggled. 

“You should tell the story, then!” Carm said with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Eva yawned, “I should!” 

“You’re tired,” Carm pointed out.

“I’m not!” Eva objected, bouncing on the bed.

“Ok, you’re not. But if you go to sleep now, I promise I’ll make you whatever you want to eat in the morning. What do you like?” Carm asked, voice dripping with desperation.

Eva thought for a moment and eyes glistening with mischief asked, “Anything?”

“Anything!" Carm promised, hoping for sleep in the near future.

“Alright, I want chocolate chip pancakes then. As many as I want!” she screamed. 

Carm held his ears and nodded. “Ok, ok. Chocolate chip pancakes. As many as you want. Just go to sleep, ok?”

Eva nodded in agreement and Carm shut out the light before tip toeing out of the room.

——————————

The next morning Carm woke to Eva pouncing on him, shaking his whole body with the force of a child giddy with excitement.

“Carmy, Carmy, wake up! You promised me pancakes!” she cried eagerly.

Sunlight had barely begun to stream thru the kitchen window, orange rays bathing the tiles in pale light as Carm sat up on the sofa dazed and confused. 

“What time is it?” he asked, shaking his head.

“Time to get up and make me breakfast!” the five year old announced.

“Right,” Carm announced with a cough, before rolling off the sofa toward the kitchen. He wanted a cigarette and a cup of coffee first, but gave up on the idea before his feet hit the floor. 

Eva clapped her hands, blonde hair dancing in the early morning light as she watched Carm drag a skillet from the bottom cabinet. 

She opened the refrigerator to find eggs and hauled the carton to the counter with a slight grunt. “Here ya go,” she proclaimed proudly.

“Thank you,” Carm replied, surprised she knew what ingredients to bring. 

“I help Daddy sometimes,” she responded with a shrug.

“That’s good,” he said. 

“You know what else we need?” he asked.

She shook her head and he hoisted her onto the counter to show her what other ingredients were required for their breakfast. As they continued their work, Carm found himself smiling. Eva was a smart girl and he enjoyed her company. 

“Time to flip the first one,” he told her and she edged the spatula under the pancake as he’d shown her. However, she flicked her wrist too harshly, sending the pancake flying through the air. It would have landed on the floor if not for Carm’s quick reflexes, catching it midair and redirecting it back to the skillet.

"Shit! shit! shit!" he exclaimed as the hot pancake made contact with his palm.

"You shouldn't say that," Eva scolded, holding her finger up to his face.

Carm inhaled deeply before agreeing, "You're right. Wanna try that again, chef?”

“Yes, chef!” she said with an eager grin.

“Alright, go again, hot shot!” he encouraged and she tried once more, landing in the pan this time.

“I did it, Carmy!” she yelled.

“Yeah, you did, kiddo! Good job!” he praised as the phone began to ring.

“One minute, ok?” he told her. “You got this?” he asked.

“Yup,” she replied, confidently.

Carm crossed to the other side of the kitchen to grab his cell, glancing over his shoulder to keep an eye on Eva. When he picked up, Richie was on the line, “Cousin, I got bad news…”

#the bear fanfic #the bear imagine #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x fanfic #carmen berzatto x imagine #the bear #richie jerimovich #the bear spoilers #carmy berzatto

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!!! Hii my dove!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

OKay so! Since fragile!reader was in a coma for like a really reallyyyy long time, it means Dottore didn’t really have anybody to cook for him. 😭I’m glad we all agree this man probably can’t/couldn’t cook well, so you were the one always cooking his meals before you got sick. And sure ! Maybe you did teach him a few recipes but they won’t taste the same! Or how he wasn’t able to enjoy the sweets you would bake for him before whenever he would stay up working on his experiments in your dorm. I Can just imagine that while you’re in your coma, he probably tries baking/cooking so that when you do wake up from your coma, he can treat you to perhaps some food he made. Would it be burnt? Obviously…but I feel like whenever he does have free time and you’re baking/cooking, he would try to help you instead of Zandy helping you. He probably shoo’s the child away LMAO. I really enjoy that one HC that someone made about him taking an hour out of his day. Since just the both of you baking and talking over simple things </3 I’m very delulu as you can see. I just wanna bake chocolate chip cookies with my love and talk about the most generic things while we wait for the cookies to bake. 😭

Anyways I hope you’ve been enjoying Fontaine! I was able to finish the archon quests and plan on starting exploration the day I’m writing this. I really think Fontaine is my fav region bc of how gorgeous and fun it is. But have a wonderful day my love! Lots of cuddles and chu chus

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ೀ

🎐 ANON!!! MY LOVE <3 THANK YOU FOR THIS BRAINROT!

Yup yup, do NOT let Dottore cook 😭 It will not go well. The first time you let him cook dinner in the dorm was also the last time. From then you tried to teach him some basics so everything he knows is from you, but even still it's not the best... only the bare minimum. So Zandik had always left the kitchen stuff to you which he had no problem with. He never admitted defeat... but in this particular skill he had to.

But he only realizes the extent of his ineptitude when you're not here anymore. I feel like his lab wouldn't even have a kitchen a first lol he only got it put in since he knows you'll want to cook when you wake up from your coma. And even though he gets it for you he avoids the room like a plague because it somehow reminds him of you cooking in that cramped dorm kitchen from long ago.

Until finally after a long period of time and no signs of you waking up Dottore bites the bullet and tries his hand at your forte. Truthfully he never understand why he wasn't good, he thought of cooking as a sort of experimental procedure, just follow the directions in the cookbook and surely the food would turn out fine, right? Wrong! No matter how much he follows the directions down to the wire it turns out horribly. Even if he wings it, it's much worse. He swore he could hear you laughing and making fun of him... even though you had been asleep for centuries.

UGH YES ZANDIK HELPING YOU 😭 Hey, he may not be able to do all of the actual cooking but he can still slice and cut things up pretty good (he has experience if yk what i mean) which is quite helpful to you since your hands are shaky. You have to comfort bb Zandy that you'll hang with him later before hugging him (he throws the meanest look and sticks his tongue out at Dottore)

Oh yes that was 💌 anon's hc !! <33 Sometimes you feel guilty for "wasting" his time so you try to not make it a habit but he always lectures you for thinking that way. I mean surely he has more important things to do than doing some silly little baking with you but he always reassures you in his gruff to the point way of speaking that he likes it.

Yup, I've been loving Fontaine very very much! The story has been my fav part and I also love the underwater scenery 💖 Good luck on your exploration! I think it is a lot of fun doing stuff in the sea, it feels so new and unique ❤️ (Sumeru desert flashbacks)

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #omg u sitting on his lap waiting for the stuff to finish baking :( #and then u fall asleep and somehow watching u makes me fall asleep to and then the two of u wake up to the clones putting out a fire <3 #and yea fontaine has been so... invigorating

[swearyshera]

So we are at the end of the road on something that has always been about the journey, not the destination.  I’ve taken my time to gather some thoughts.  This blog has meant a lot to many people, not the least of which is me.  I’ve had a hard time these last few years – I think it’s been hard times for everyone, in one way or another.  Personally, I seem to remember discovering this blog not too long before I had a breakdown and handled it very poorly, making bad decisions that cost me a lot of friends, or at least people whom I thought were my friends up until a breaking point.  (Your blog was unrelated to this).  When I came out of hospitalization I had a few things to rely upon – a video therapy group was one, certain family members and, well, as silly as it sounds, hitting up tumblr for my daily dose of Sweary She-Ra to make me laugh. And then in mid-January, 2023, one of the people who was closest to me in my entire life died suddenly of technically unknown cause but considering his health issues, probably a heart-issue. It was sudden and devastating.  We shared She-Ra and the Princesses of Power together because he was kind of curious about it and I was a nostalgia-fan of the ‘80s series.  We both became massive fans of Entrapta.  In fact, my nephew / best friend got me into the fandom in the first place because he had a silly idea for a fanfic about Entrapta wrecking havoc in the Fright Zone just post first-season and had little confidence in his fanfic writing, but decided to pass along said idea to me, an inveterate fic-writer for many fandoms.  I was put through the wringer this year – it’s the first time I’ve been in partial charge of a memorial service.  I am feeling better now than I did at the beginning of this year because I’ve found the strength to keep doing things that he and I liked to do together and time helps.  And again, in all of this, I had a silly little comic where a sparkly purple princess calls people “twattingler,” others make liberal use of the word that originally meant Fornication Under Consent of the King, one character swears all the time but apologizes for it, one character is contractually obligated to use Ned Flanders style cursing and there’s a fourth wall breaker and an incompetent boss with indecipherable accent and Marxist unicorns and all the rest.  No matter what was happening with my emotions I could just… take a little break and look at the funny fancomic.  Sweary She-Ra for me has been like a warm mug of tea on a cold day or a bowl of baked macaroni and cheese with a butter-cracker crust made out of the old 1960-70 something Betty Crocker cookbook.  It’s been Internet comfort food that has been sorely needed at times.  So thank you.  I just want to thank you for this funny little fan project.  I don’t think you have any idea how much it has meant to your audience.  @freedfromthegalactichivemind

And I don't know if the audience has any idea how much it has meant to me!

When I started this, things were pretty shit, weren't they? Here in the UK we'd just come out of the second Covid Lockdown, with the third expected to happen imminently; the weather was miserable, we'd barely seen our friends in months, the world in general just sucked. And I'd love to say that I felt a calling to break through that with some humour, but no... it was nothing like that. This is what happened...

And so it all went from there.

I almost just went for random scenes as I thought of them, rather than starting from the beginning. But I thought "Eh, fuck it, let's see how far I get", and the rest is history.

Even as the storylines got more complex (bear in mind, I started purely with the intention to do the original script with a few swear words peppered in), I always wanted to keep things upbeat. The painful moments are those 'this is the good stuff, hurt me more' moments rather than actually horrifying things - I know there's been a couple of exceptions, but in general it's held true.

But I've always been driven by one thing - the world isn't very funny right now; it's stressful, sometimes downright terrifying. And if I can alleviate that for ten, twenty seconds per day and make that tiny bit of difference to someone, then I consider that a job done. I'm not out here claiming to have the cure for depression, or some kind of plan to save the world, but I (hopefully) can make a few people smile in the midst of all the shit that's happening, even if it's just for a moment.

So much has changed in the last three years, but this blog has been such a central part of my world, it'll be weird when it's over (maybe that's why I don't want to stop there!). But if this coming Friday really is the last chapter in this part of my life, I'll still be happy that it happened. And if you've ever smiled or laughed at the blog, I'm happy that happened as well.

#sweary she-ra origin story

[allieebobo]

Hello there! I hope you don't mind this, but from the moment I first opened up Merry Crisis, the whole medium of IF has occupied a not insignificant amount of my headspace, introducing me to something I could never have imagined before. If I may ask, what first got you set into IF, and if someone was considering trying to get into the medium, what would you tell them?

Ahh!!! You're already really set on the writing/craft part (I love the stuff on your blog!) So I'll dive right into IFs as a medium and how I feel it feels different from writing fiction + advice I guess? (Below the cut)

If you'd like me to point you to specific resources and sites to get started on the actual coding, let me know!

Here's a short list: @manonamora-if has some great resources, brushmen on YouTube has some good choicescript tutorials, the choicescript website and twine cookbook have some pretty robust documentation on how to use the various scripts, and Emily short's blog has some more intellectual discussion of narrative.

SCOPE

I write pretty quickly but even then, I realized that the branching in IFs means that even short ideas become long and unwieldy pretty quickly. If I could go back and give myself advice, I'd be a lot more disciplined about starting small and contained.

2. BRANCHING

Branching (or having diff choices lead to diff scenes) is pretty much the heart of IF (vs. traditional fiction). Striking the right balance i.e. Providing enough branches for rich variation and the feeling of player agency while balancing against over-expanding the game beyond what's sustainable is super important!

Completely non-convergent branches are rare in IFs (i.e. writing essentially 2 different stories depending on a choice). Instead, two main ways to achieve branching are: (a) different scenes that eventually converge back into a main path, and (b) stat trackers that trigger different texts/scenes.

3. STATS

There are various ways to do stats: (a) numerical (if stat x > 10) (b) simple text (if stat x is "dislike") and (c) true/false (if stat x is true). I usually use numerical stats if more nuance is needed (e.g. for tennis skills), I also use it for relationship bars but am increasingly finding that it might be more elegant to use (b) to make the game remember significant moments and choices in relationships with characters.

(B) is my go-to for most other types of stats because of its versatility. (C) is for the simplest stats, and can sometimes be all you need (e.g. has MC kissed someone. Is MC selected to play singles etc.)

4. CODING

Whether to use choicescript or twine can be a big decision that determines how the IF eventually shapes up, because I think the first coding avenue you go down usually becomes a "first language" of sorts--what you tend to find most intuitive/familiar.

Personally I think choicescript is easier and faster to learn and lets you publish under the hosted games label (where there may be a ready made community/target audience). But twine allows for a LOT more functions, customization of the UI/look and feel of the game and also it's open source so you can self publish.

5. GAME VS STORY

I think ultimately depending on genre, IFs can feel very much like a game (e.g. the great tournament), with management of stats, success/fail checks, D&D-esque in nature, or like a story (e.g. branching is mainly in creating multiple layers of the overall narrative, there's more focus on dialogue and characters and development arcs etc.) Or it could be a balance of both.

#if #asks #interactive fiction #how to

[animeomegas]

Hi Amy! How are you doing? I hope you're taking care of yourself! Just wanna check in on you and also ask you a few things. What are your thoughts on all the omegas cooking skills?

I think Neji is an amazing cook. 10/10 but has expensive taste. He wants the finest ingredients and it's not up for debate. Wakes up extra early to head to the market so he can spend hours finding the best products. His body is a temple after all!

We all know Bakugou is canonically a good cook and he could survive a day in Hells kitchen with Gordon Ramsay. He'll make you think cooking is a chore and it annoys him but the way he expertly cuts up his ingredients and flipping pots and pans like a whirlwind and just cooking up a storm will convince you otherwise.

Kiba is great at cooking also! When you have hoards of children you're constantly in the kitchen and he loves nothing more than being a good oma. Also thinks cooking for his alpha is hot because of that one saying about cooking being the way to a person's heart.

Haku! Haku! A god in the kitchen. Every meal will make you transcend through time and space. Will condition you to never want to eat anywhere else. Has a luscious garden that he tends to everyday because he wants to make very hearty meals and it's just his way of expressing his love for his family 🥺

There's more because I feel like most of the omegas are just built with the need to feed and nourish their alphas. You can add more if you want

Hey! I'm doing well, thank you! I promised myself that I'd go a month without skipping class and I'm halfway to the goal! Whoo!

Neji:

You're right, Neji is a really, really good cook when he wants to be.

That being said, he almost only cooks simple, traditional dishes, and he doesn't feel comfortable straying from that often.

He can make 100 variants of fish, rice and veg in the tastiest dishes ever.

But he doesn't stray far from that formula.

He's also a massive tea and wine snob, just saying.

You are also right that he buys very good quality ingredients. Neji has expensive taste.

Bakugou:

Yes, Bakugou is a canonically good cook, and I love that about him.

I don't think he'd make it through Hell's Kitchen though, he's too volatile to go against Gordon Ramsay lol.

I stand by the idea that one of Bakugou's primary ways of showing love is cooking for them.

He will only cook for an alpha if he's pretty sure that they're long term. It means a lot to him.

Unlike Neji though, Bakugou loves learning new recipes and being pretty adventurous. He's not picky and he cooks all kinds of stuff.

He will huff if the person he's cooking for isn't a fan of spicy food, but he will still make a separate batch, one spicy and one mild.

I don't think he's a massive fan of making desserts though, he much prefers savoury cooking.

Kiba:

You are right about Kiba, 100%. He doesn't have a passion for cooking, but he has a passion for feeding his family and providing for his pups. He gets a lot of joy and fulfilment from that.

I think Kiba's chosen cooking style is a lot of one pot dishes, like stews that he can leave to simmer for hours, or stir frys that he can make in 20 minutes.

He doesn't have time to tend to the food to make dishes like Neji or Bakugou, he needs to anticipate that he'll be interrupted constantly. So a slow cooked stew and rice from a rice cooker is ideal for him. Easy, no need for much attention, and simple to cook in massive portions for all his gremlins.

Haku:

Haku is amazing at cooking!!

He's also the only one on this list that I think has a passion for baking as well.

Haku is a natural at combining flavours and he's got such an interesting and well-developed palate.

He combines new flavours together all the time, and he loves creating his own recipes. I like to imagine that his alpha prompted him to make a cookbook to pass down his recipes.

Haku is also the only one on this list to grow the majority of his own produce, which he swears makes everything taste better. He probably hunts and fishes for meat/fish too, considering how long he spent doing that as a missing nin, he's really good at it.

Haku's food changes a lot depending on the season and what kind of plants/meat is available.

I love him, so I'm going to stop before I get carried away haha.

I'm happy to share my thoughts on some other boys, good cooks or less good haha, just ask <3 Thank you for sending me your thoughts anon, I really appreciate it and they were so accurate hehe

#asks #hcs #neji #kiba #haku #bakugou #a/b/o #omegaverse

[drpeppertummy]

ok this is such a mess & totally all over the place but i dont CARE i aint messin around with it anymore

[hunger, stuffing]

"Hey, Leon!" Shel greeted his friend as he walked through the door, grocery bags in hand.

"Y'know, most people knock when they enter somebody's house," said Leon, smiling up at him from the couch.

"Knock knock, baby! I'm makin' you dinner tonight," said Shel, heading straight for the kitchen.

"Oh, for Christ's sakes, Shelly, you do not have to make me dinner," called Leon.

"Get in here and help, then! And leave the bottle!"

Leon sighed and pushed himself off the couch, leaving his beer on the coffee table. As he stood, he suddenly became aware of how awful he felt. His head ached terribly, and so did his stomach. He tried to remember if he'd eaten lunch earlier and wondered if he'd been too busy to bother. Groaning, he trudged into the kitchen, got himself half a glass of water, and collapsed into a chair, letting his head fall against the table.

"Y'know, I wouldn't have to come over here if you'd ever take care of yourself," said Shel.

"You don't have to take care of me, Shelly," Leon mumbled into the table. He raised his head and downed the water.

"Well, I don't," Shel agreed with a shrug, tossing a pile of freshly rinsed vegetables onto the cutting board. "But I look at you looking like this and I think, well, things could shape up for this guy. You're like those sad dogs they put in the commercials. Y'know, with the song and all."

"Gee, thanks," said Leon, unable to hold back a grin. He pulled himself out of the chair and joined his friend at the counter, propping himself against it on his elbows. Shel smiled and patted him on the back.

"Alright, what're we makin'?"

"How's chicken noodle soup sound?"

"Sounds pretty great," said Leon. His stomach growled in agreement. It was chilly out, and Leon's old house had a way of refusing to keep warm. The idea of a hot bowl of soup was immensely appealing, particularly after a long, busy, dreary day like today.

Shel put Leon to work chopping vegetables while he prepared the chicken, and before long they had a pot simmering on the stove. The kitchen smelled wonderful. As they cleaned up, Leon found himself feeling much better than he had been before Shel arrived. Mentally, at least. He determined that he must have forgotten lunch after all. His head was pounding, and he was so hungry he was beginning to feel sick. He winced as his stomach growled loudly.

"Jeez, Leon, didn't you eat today?"

"I was busy," he confessed, dropping himself into a chair with his arms wrapped around his belly.

"Oh, Leon," Shel groaned. He reached into one of his bags and pulled out a loaf of bread. Opening it, he tore off a hunk and passed it to his friend.

"Thanks," he said, smiling appreciatively up at him. Shel gave him a firm pat on the back and pulled up a chair beside him, knees creaking as he sat. Another whining growl rose up from Leon's stomach, and he took a small bite of the bread. The two sat for a few moments in silence, then Leon looked up.

"You're a good friend, Shelly," he said softly. Shel smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Y'know, I didn't mean what I said. 'I wouldn't have to come over here.' I don't think about it like that," said Shel, gazing off into the distance. "I like coming over here. Y'know, you're my friend. I'd be happy to take care of you. Even if I didn't think you needed it."

"Shit, Shel, I'd take care of you too if I knew how."

"One step at a time," said Shel. "First we teach you how to take care of yourself. Quit drinking, buy a cookbook, all that stuff. Then when my knees give out entirely, and you better learn quick because I give 'em about a year, you can carry me around everywhere so I don't have to blow all my retirement money on a wheelchair, what do you think?" He turned his gaze back to Leon, grinning. Leon laughed.

"Shelly, I'd carry you to the ends of the earth," he said, throwing an arm around his friend. Shel hugged him tightly. Again, they sat quietly together, until the silence was broken once more by Leon's hungry tummy. The bread had helped to ease the queasy ache in his stomach that not eating for so long had caused, but it wasn't nearly enough to stave off the hunger. In fact, it had only helped his appetite.

"Alright, alright," Shel chuckled. With a soft grunt, he stood himself up from his chair to check on the soup. He tasted it and stirred in a final dash of pepper while Leon set the table. Dinner was ready at last, and Shel ladeled them both a good-sized serving. Hearing Leon's stomach growl again, he added a little extra to his friend's bowl.

"Damn, that smells good," remarked Leon as they sat down to eat.

"I'll give you the recipe," said Shel. "It's not so hard. Kind of thing you can make Sunday and then have all week."

"That's smart." The hot soup was a tremendous relief to Leon's empty stomach. It was well-seasoned and loaded with a variety of vegetables. Between those and the chicken and noodles, there was far more solid than liquid, making it a hearty and filling meal. The baguette Shel had brought, fresh from the store and still warm, accompanied it perfectly.

"I used to be good about that kind of thing," said Leon, blowing on another steaming spoonful. "Meal planning and stuff. Back before all that shit happened." Shel nodded understandingly.

"It's hard to come back from," he said.

"Yeah." The two were quiet for a moment as they ate, then Leon looked up again. "I appreciate how much you help me, Shelly. Really."

"Well, you know I know how it is to go through a tough time." Leon nodded.

The two friends chatted as they ate, talking about their lives and their plans and their problems, and Leon was so distracted by the conversation he barely noticed how quickly he was filling up. It wasn't until a lull in the conversation that he realized just how tight his belly felt. Suddenly winded, he placed a hand against his stomach. It was surprisingly bloated. He paused for a moment, then brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a burp.

"You gotta slow down, Leon," said Shel, smiling. Shel had a way of taking his time with just about everything, eating included. Leon, on the other hand, had a habit of eating far too quickly, often swallowing a lot of air in the process. He leaned back in his seat, one hand still resting on his bloated tummy. He felt absolutely stuffed. He still had half a bowl of soup left, though, and he intended to finish it. He brought up another quiet burp, trying to reopen the space in his stomach that had been filled by air. It helped a little, and he picked up his spoon again.

Though he was still full, Leon's appetite had yet to falter. The soup was the best thing he'd eaten in ages. He tried to follow Shel's advice and eat more slowly. It was easier now that he wasn't ravenous; his full belly could only expand so quickly. And expand it did. Apart from untucking his shirt and kicking off his shoes, Leon hadn't bothered to change out of his work clothes, and his belt was tightening noticeably around his tummy. He paused again, reaching down to try and inch the belt lower on his waist, but his hips made it difficult. He'd always hated his pear-shaped figure, particularly after discovering that he was a man, and the belt squeezing him around the middle wasn't making him any happier about it. He gave up on it and kept eating, wishing he'd gotten changed when he had the chance.

Finally, just as his stomach reached its limit, Leon finished his soup. His belly felt tight and stuffed, almost aching, but at the same time, he felt good. The soup had warmed him up from the inside out, and it was the first decent meal he'd had in over a week. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat again, hand on his belly. It bulged out noticeably, but he didn't care. He was full and sleepy and comfortable, although he'd be much more comfortable once he could finally change into his pajamas. His stomach gurgled softly as it worked to digest the big meal.

Eventually, Shel finished his soup as well, and Leon cleared their dishes and began cleaning up. Shel tried to help, but Leon refused, insisting that he relax. Truthfully, the help would have been appreciated--working with his bloated tummy poking out was bringing back memories of pregnancy--but Shel already did so much for him, he didn't want to trouble him any more. It didn't take long, anyway; they'd gotten most of the mess cleaned up while the soup was cooking.

With the kitchen looking slightly more in order than it had before Shel arrived, Leon sat down once again, his soup-filled belly sloshing gently with the change in position. It was dark out now, and rain pattered softly against the windows.

"Gosh, I'm stuffed," he said, yawning. Shel smiled, pleased. Leon's eating habits were awful, and any time Shel got him to eat a decent meal was a victory. The rain began to pick up, and Leon glanced over his shoulder at the window.

"You oughtta stay the night," he said, turning his attention back to Shel. "It's miserable out there."

"I don't wanna intrude on your space."

"Oh, come on, it's the least I can do. Besides, you know you're always welcome here." A gust of wind sent a harsh spray of rain against the window, and they both looked up.

"Oh, alright," Shel agreed. "You're sweet, Leon."

The two stayed up and chatted a while longer, but they were both sleepy, and it wasn't long before they decided to head off to bed. Leon lent Shel a pair of pajamas--they were a little short, but certainly not too tight--and changed into his own. It was an enormous relief to finally get out of his uncomfortable work clothes. The waist of his pants had left an angry red mark around his tummy where the belt had grown too tight during dinner. He was surprised and a little embarrassed at how much his tummy stuck out now that it wasn't being compressed by his outfit, but it was what it was.

They turned off the lights and climbed into Leon's bed--the couch is awful, but I don't mind sharing if you don't, he'd offered--and pulled up the covers. The rain that had deterred Shel from leaving was now a soothing sound, accompanied by their soft breathing and the occasional gurgle from Leon's full belly. Shel yawned and laid an arm over his friend as though it were the most natural thing in the world for him, and Leon didn't complain. He hadn't been held in years, and it had been even longer for Shel. He hesitated for a moment, then turned onto his side, belly sloshing gently as he did, and wrapped his arm around Shel, who hugged him in return. His heart pounded in his chest, but Shel seemed perfectly serene.

Shel placed a hand on Leon's side, taking comfort in the gentle rise and fall of his full tummy. His eyes were closed, and Leon quietly studied his face. He knew from pictures that Shel had been a particularly pretty man when he was younger, and that prettiness had begun to fade with age, but it still came through from time to time. Now, Leon thought, was one of those times. His stomach let out a soft gurgle, and Shel idly rubbed his side. Leon blushed at the sensation, but he didn't mind. He couldn't recall his ex-husband ever having touched him so gently, especially where his soft belly was concerned, and it was nice. He yawned, and with a sleepy sigh, he closed his eyes.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #hunger kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xleonx #xshelx #this might be the longest one ive done but only by a little

[paarthurnax59]

"Family Don't End In Blood"

Chapter 1

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, sickness, vomit and medical inaccurate information?

  Eyes opening and looked around the room to find your beloved boyfriend, Dean sleeping next to you. With your face lighting up with a smile, you stroke his face with a gentle touch. Your delicate fingers grazed Dean’s cheek down to his plump lips, earning a smile from the green-eyed hunter. His eyelids flutter and open to find you looking at him with the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen. 

“Morning, Handsome.” You softly uttered to Dean kissing his lips. He then pulls you in closer to his bare chest, letting your own naked form embrace him once more.

“Morning to you too, pretty girl.” He groaned softly and placed you on top of him, letting his fingers stroke your back gently in small circles. “You slept good, honey?” He asked as he looked into your beautiful (e/c) eyes and then proceeded to stroke your hair. 

“Really good, considering the night we had last night.” You whispered seductively to him while a grin was forming on your face, stroking your boyfriend’s chest. 

“Don’t I know it, sweetheart. You had me so tired out from last night that I slept like the dead.” Dean chuckled and kissed you on the forehead before you got up from him and threw the covers off of you. “Join me in the shower, princess?” Dean asked with a grin as he stood up with in his full naked glory as he looked down at you as you covered yourself with a sheet. 

“You know it. Then we can finish what we started last night.” You said as you got up but Dean stopped you with one hand in front of you.

“As much as I would like that, beautiful, we need to make it quick. We need to start looking for cases for another hunt.” He reluctantly declined your invitation to have a steamy lovemaking session in your shower.  You nodded and followed him to the shower and started cleaning yourselves off. After the shower, you and Dean dried and got dressed, heading to the Bunker kitchen to make some breakfast. One desirable trait about Dean is that the man loved to cook. Ever since you all found the bunker, Dean had been making a habit of cooking different recipes. You would often find him in the kitchen when you all weren’t on a hunt or doing research for a case, reading another cookbook. Often you wonder if Dean was doing it to impress you. With the way his food tastes, you would say it was working. “So, what are you in the mood for, sweetness?”

“I think I would like something sweet and maybe something with meat on the side?” you said as you sat at the bunker kitchen table with your head up propped up on your hand.

“Waffles and sausage it is then.” He smiled as he started getting stuff out and began to make your favorite breakfast. As the sausage began to sizzle on the grill and the waffles were being made, you gazed at the man that stood in front of you. You couldn’t believe it had been over three years since you two had gotten together. You both had known each other for honestly all your life. Never had you both thought you would be dating after the death of your father, Bobby Singer.

    He knew for a long time that you had an intense crush on Dean and wanted to ask him out when you were old enough. While he would not stop you from being with Dean, he wasn’t all super encouraging either. He said Dean had a… well… what he would call a rough reputation with the ladies and known to sleep around.  Dean was known to be a heartbreaker and you dad never wanted to see that happening to you. He advised to steer clear of him. However, as you got older and Dean started to gain some interest in you and there was no stopping to what was happening between you. You both started dating after your father passed away and since that day forward, you two became inseparable. And after finding the Bucker, you finally felt like you had some real stability. It was something that you had always wanted. A place to call home and a love so strong that not even Hell could break it. Life was good for a change. 

Suddenly, as the smells began to make it is to your nostrils, your stomach began to churn. Your eyebrows furled in irritation as Dean continued cooking your breakfast. Then it passed, thinking that maybe it was from something you ate the night before. When Dean had finally got done with breakfast, he placed a plate of your favorite type of waffles and some pork sausages in front of you. You were about to dig in when that feeling of nausea crept its way back into your stomach. Making you gag and soon, you rant to the bathroom to throw up. 

“(Name)!” Dean threw down his fork and ran at you when you fled the kitchen. He goes to the nearest bathroom where he sees you puking your guts out into the toilet. “Baby, are you okay?” Dean said as he knelt and rubbed your back soothingly with his large hand.

“I think so. God, what was that?” You whined wiping up your mouth of the leftover vomit that had just made you lose your appetite for the rest of the morning. 

“I’m guessing breakfast is canceled then?” He chuckled and you smirked at him. You flushed the toilet and went to your shared room to go and brush your teeth as Dean follows you. “If we aren’t going to eat then we need to start looking for cases and see if we hit the lottery.” Dean explained as you spat out some toothpaste and laughed at his joke.

“Ha, I wish we could win the real lottery.” You stated with a half-serious, and half-jokingly to your boyfriend. You finished brushing your teeth and placed your toothbrush in the cup next to Dean’s and walked out to get ready to do research for another case. You both reached the library and sat at the table where you and the boys had dozens of books scattered all over the table. Sam was still gone and probably still on a run. You opened your laptop and search any weird activities around the county. While looking onto your laptop, a headache started to appear out of nowhere while trying to read another article, a painful one.  “Ugh…” you groaned in irritation from the intense headache that was surfacing and rubbed your head in counterclockwise circles. Dean looked down from his own laptop to look at his girlfriend, worry was very clear in his eyes. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dean asked not taking his eyes off you.

“Headache. A bad one.” You squint your eyes while wincing in pain. Dean gets up and looks through the kitchen cabinet and grabbed some Ibuprofen. He sits down next to you and places and glass of water in front of you and tells you to drink while taking the pills. Dean eyes observed you with a longing look as he spoke once again.

“(Name), are you sure you are feeling, okay?” He asked you and then placed his hand on your forehead engulfing it with his big hand.

“I don’t know. Honestly Dean, I have been feeling not myself for a while. I don’t even know if I can focus on going on a hunt right now.” You admitted honestly and started to walk off when Dean grabbed you by the arms and wrapped his arms around you tightly. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just go get some rest, and we will take care of it, okay?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your head, and you left the room to your shared bed to get some sleep. After you left, the door to the Bunker had opened and Sam then walked in a sweaty mess. “Sammy, just in time!” Dean grinned at his brother.

“Why?”

“We need to do some digging for a hunt. Go get a shower and get dressed.” Dean ordered his younger brother and Sam looked at him with a confused face.

“Well, where’s (Name)? why isn’t she helping you?” Sam asked.

“She’s not feeling well, and I told her to go and rest for a while. So, I need you to get that Stanford brain working and hit the internet.” Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder and regretted it immediately after feeling the sweat on his shoulder. “Ugh, gross!” Sam laughed as Dean snarled in disgust. “Shut up, bitch.”

“Make me, jerk.”

….

  For hours, you had been trying to sleep, but with no success. You changed back into your pajamas and laid in bed trying settle this illness that you have. Instead, you had just stared at the celling. Thinking and trying fine a reason as too what was wrong with you. For days you had been having abdominal pain, mood swings and fatigue. Even Dean was starting to notice, but he assumed that you were just stressed from the recent hunts. You wonder if maybe you had come down with something from the last case. Then, you hear a knock on the door and sat up as your boyfriend entered the room.

“Did you sleep at all, sweetheart?” He asked sweetly waltzing towards you and sat next to you on the bed.

“No, I couldn’t sleep. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You whined in frustration looking in Dean’s eyes. He smiled and stroked your cheek sweetly. God, is this were a dream, you hope to never wake up from this. You loved so much you never wanted to imagine your life without him.

“Hey, listen. Sam and I found a case, and it’s not pretty.” He said in a slightly more serious tone. 

“What’s the case?” You asked him to raise one eyebrow. 

“It’s out in Ohio, near Cincinnati. There has been a string of young women disappearing out of nowhere. By the evidence, we think it might ither b a witch, a demon or a pegan god.” He explained simply. This made you wonder because people do in fact disappear all the time. While it was sad that these poor women were being taken, how can this be considered the work of a supernatural being?

“Why do you think this might be the work of a supernatural creature?” You asked your hunter boyfriend in curiosity.

“Because all of the women that were kidnaped were pregnant.” When Dean said that your eyes widen. You thickly swallowed your saliva and could feel it drop all the way down to the pit of your stomach.

“Did you say…pregnant?” You said in awe as you try not to let your emotions get the better of you and Dean nodded at your response. 

“Yes, pregnant women. The articles that surrounded the case had their husbands and boyfriends talk about who after they learned they were at this clinic that they were expecting. The thing that made this more suspicions is because all these women went to this exact same clinic in Cincinnati where they all learned they were expecting.” 

“Well, why would any supernatural creature care about pregnant women?” You asked, knowing that you are not going to like the answer.

“Sam explained that newborn babies have an unbelievably amount of life force, purest that humanity has to offer. They can give a power boost to any one of these monsters and he thinks that they are wanting to harvest these babies by kidnapping pregnant women, and when their due date comes it’s time to collect.” Dean finished and you looked down in horror. Never in her wildest dreams could she think of anything so monstrous and cruel. A happy couple find out they were expecting and then some monster to take that happiness away and use their most precious gift to make themselves more powerful. You wanted to puke just think about it. 

“When do we leave?” You asked, wanting more than enough to help these poor women and save their babies. 

“No, Me and Sam are going. You need to stay here and get some well deserve rest. I don’t know how long we will be back, but I will try to make as fast as possible. I have Cas check on you if you need anything.” Dean said before he kissed your lips with a quick peck and walked to your closet and grabbed his bag. He usually sometimes had clean clothes already packed to be ready for the next hunt. “I will miss you, honey. I love you. Always.” He kissed your nose, making you smile as he walked out your bedroom door. 

     When Dean and Sam left, you got up from your bed and dressed, ready to go to the pharmacy. Your recent conversation with Dean about the case had prompted you to go to the drug store to get a test. A pregnancy test. When you go to the aisle for “family planning”, you grabbed maybe four or five different tests to make sure that they might possibly be correct. You walk to the counter to pay for your tests and left as quickly as possible so that you could get tested right away. 

   After you got home and drinking a lot of water, you went to the bathroom to take the tests. Using the first test, you wait three minutes timing it with your phone. Anxiety filled you with dread as you waited for the result of the test. Before you flipped the test and shock was emanate on your face.

Two lines

Pregnant

  You almost not wanted to breath when you realize that maybe this was just a scare. That it was maybe a blip, and the test was wrong. Calming yourself down and drank some more water, you took another stick from a different test. You peed on that one and waited another three minutes before looking at the results. When the timer went off, you flipped the second test.

Positive

Another positive pregnancy test. 

 So, the rest of your day consisted of you taking one test after another. All of them coming back as all positive. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that you were in fact pregnant. How could this have happened? You and Dean were so careful to not get you pregnant. Using condoms, having birth control and pulling out before Dean could pregnant you. Did a condom break? Did you skip a day of taking your pill? The questions your mind was concocting swirled around your mind, you walked to the kitchen to get a garbage back and threw out all the pregnancy tests. You were careful to nod leave any trace that you were taking any tests that related to pregnancy. 

  The next day, you decided to a doctor’s office to confirm if you were pregnant or not. Sitting in the waiting room, a nurse comes up to you and told you to follow her. She placed you in a room and asked for you to get change into a hospital gown. You waited nervously as your knee bouncing and tapping your fingers together steadily breathing to keep yourself relaxed before the door opened and the OBGYN doctor walked into the room. 

“Hello, Miss Singer. How are we today?” asked the woman kindly when she walked in her lab coat and a clipboard which you assume that was you chart. You wanted to say you were terrified and that you hoped that you were not really pregnant. But you kept your cool and not gave her the full truth.

“Nervous, doctor.” You said, even though your insides were screaming.

“Alright, so you might believe that you are pregnant. What made you think that?” She asked professionally and brought out her clipboard with a pen in the other. 

“Well, I have had these symptoms. I had been moody, my breasts are more tender and sensitive and headaches constantly.” You explained to the doctor, and she jots down the information you were giving her. “I thought nothing, or it because we always use protection and were very careful. We used condoms, birth control and he always pull out.” She finished when she looked up at you from her clipboard. 

“Those are all affective, but they don’t always stop pregnancy. Condoms sometimes break and birth control isn’t a hundred percent reliable, as for pulling out…well sometimes sperm can in fact slip from time to time. Especially if a person has been sexually active for a long period of time. How long how you and…” She hesitated for a moment, waiting for you to tell her your boyfriend’s name.

“Dean, Dean Winchester.” You answered. “and we have been together for three years and we had been active since two months after we had dated.” You said honestly. When you started dating, you wanted to tell Dean that you wanted to wait awhile before sleeping with him and he respectfully did. You never had slept with anyone before and wanted it to be special when you finally lose your virginity. It was the best night of your life after you had slept with Dean. 

“Okay, have you taken a test?” She asked after she wrote down everything that you told her about yours and Dean’s personal life. 

“Yes, a lot of them. All of them say they were positive.” You admitted in a low and scared whisper while looking down to the floor and tightened your grip on to your hospital gown. 

“Okay, I’m going to do one more test, but I am still pretty positive that you are pregnant.”

…

   After they doctor took your test and left her your phone number. She told you that you would be able to know the results within a day, never had you been more nervous about. She told you that the test that she gave you was to most accurate one she had, which made even more worried. About you and your possible unborn baby. 

    What happens if you find yourself with child? How are you going to raise a kid in the hunter’s life? Should you give up hunting to keep them safe? How is Dean going to handle this? Would he want to have a kid with you? You know for a fact you would raise a child with him. He was always good with kids and even willing to help raise Lisa’s kid for a time long before you got together.

   As you let your thoughts go crazy over multiple seriors and what Dean’s reaction would be, your phone goes off. You picked it up and saw Dean’s name appear on the screen. You form a big smile, acted as normal as possible, you perk up and swipe upward. 

“Hi Dean!” You yelled excitedly as you answered you boyfriend on the opposite line.

“Hi Baby! How are you feeling? Feeling any better?”  He asked on the other line. God, how could you not love this man?

“A little but still feeling a little sick though. Kind of had a hard time sleeping though.” You replied. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. I wish I was there taking care of you instead of having to be on this hunt.” He sighed and you swore your heart swelled with warmth when you heard Dean saying that. Despite being who he is, Dean really did care for his loved ones and their well-being. “Listen, we just got to Cincinnati and we are ready to investigate, but I will call you later okay? Me and Sammy will see you soon, baby. Love you.”

“Love you more.” You smiled as you muttered your feelings for him.

“Not possible. How could anyone not love you more?” Dean said and then he hung up to get back to work. You smiled as you heard Dean say those last few words before he hung up. Dean loved you, truly and wholeheartedly loved you. With the way he was talking to you there was no doubt about that. You weren’t still sure about telling Dean that you might be pregnant yet, but with the way that he had spoken to you made the burden of telling him lighter. Your heart swelled with some form of relief and some happiness at the idea of Dean with your baby, a baby that you weren’t sure you were having yet.

   You could imagine right now you rocking back and forth in a rocking chair trying to put your baby down for a nap. Dean watching you from the doorway smiling and holding cup of coffee as he watched you both at the door of your child’s nursey. He walked up to you and kissed yours and your baby’s forehead with so much love and adoration. You hoped that maybe he would have given up hunting, got a job as a mechanic and you be a stay-at-home mom.  It would be heaven. Being lost in your silly fantasy, you saw your phone pick up and saw it was the name of your doctor, Laura Carson, and picked it up right away. 

“Hello? (Name) here.” You answered after placing the phone by your ear. 

“Hello, miss Singer, This is Doctor Carson from Healthscape healthcare. How are you doing?” She asked you over the phone. 

“I’m fine, any news of the test?” You asked her to want to know more about your test results. 

“Yes, and I just want to be the first to say congratulations. You are pregnant!” She finalized tells you that you were in fact are pregnant.  Your eyes widen at your doctor telling you and could feel the world stop around you, nearly dropping the phone inf the process. 

You were carrying Dean’s baby, and you were going to be a mother. 

“Hello, miss Singer? Are you still there?” she responded over the phone, and You swallowed and placed the android to your ear. 

“Yes, I’m still here. And thank you! Thank you so much!” You quickly said to not make her wait and ended the call. You plopped yourself down in your chair. Your mind going into a million different directions. But was certain, you needed to tell Dean. But you would have to wait until he came back from the hunt. He had other things to worry about. The news would have to wait and hopefully, he would be excited about the baby.

    A week had gone by, and Dean still hadn’t return home from his hunt. He called you a couple times throughout the week to make sur you were doing well and getting better. You told him that you were feeling well and had done things to keep you busy. Usually if you were at home, you would be doing the research and asking you for information on a case. Dean told you he would be calling other hunters so that you would be feeling better by the time he got back. You honestly could never ask for a better boyfriend.

   Dean called you yesterday morning and told you he and Sam would be coming home tomorrow after finally finishing the hunt. While you were excited about your boyfriend coming home, you were also more nervous about seeing him. One being telling him about the baby. You weren’t married, but you two had been together for a long time and don’t think that either one of you will want to find someone else. You were it for him and he was it for you. That was enough for now. 

  Also, when you talked to Dean last night, you noticed something very off with the green-eyed hunter. An air of melancholy was very much present ion his voice, of sadness. You often wondered if it had been about the hunt he was on. Granted, it was a very sensitive topic regarding pregnant women and them being kidnapped. However, there was also this hesitant tone with him when he said he needed to talk with you about something urgent, and rather say it to you in private. You agreed and said that you would wait, not hinting that you were going to tell him that you were pregnant.

   It was nearly noon when you heard the garage door open, and the loud rumbling of the impala come into the Bunker. You perked up and shot up from the couch and ran to the bunker doors. As the door open and saw Dean come through the door. You jumped on him and hugged him like your life depended on it. 

“Dean, I missed you, sweetie!!” Shrieking as you kissed Dean’s cheek. You noticed right away that Dean didn’t hug you back, so then you looked at Dean. He didn’t have that same light in his eyes that he had when he left you over a week ago. Something was wrong and you needed to know why. “Dean, are you okay?” you asked with an eye brow raised to him. 

“Yeah, sort of. I’m glad you are doing okay. You look better.” He replied and was about the go to your shared bedroom until he stopped in his tracks. “There is something I need to talk to you about. Let’s go out to lunch and we can talk. Okay?” He said giving you a weak smile.

“Okay.” You said breathlessly. “Plus, there is something that I need to tell you, too.” You say with a smile when he took one last look at you and walked away, leaving your curious about what he wanted to tell you.

…..

   Half an hour later, Dean had showered and told you that he would take you to the closet diner for lunch. He ordered a bacon cheeseburger, and you order yourself a grilled chicken sandwich. Dean asked if you wanted a beer, but you declined, saying that you wanted to drink less alcohol. You wanted to tell him at this diner that you were expecting but refrained until you heard what Dean had to say. When the waitress came by and brought your orders and left, your boyfriend took a deep sigh and took your hand.

“(Name), sweetie. You know I love you, right?” He said hesitantly as you watched you eat your chicken sandwich. You only took one bite when heard Dean talk.

“Yes, of course, Dean. I know how much you love me.” You responded as you whipped up the sauce that was dripping from your mouth with a napkin. 

“Okay, so there is something that I think we need to talk about.” Dean said and you instantly y swallowed in dread. What was it that he needed to talk to you about that he needed to talk to you about? Oh, God. Was he going to break up with you?! What are you going to do about your baby?!

No.

  You just had to relax and wait for what Dean had to say. You should never jump or rush into conclusions because of the words “we need to talk”. You sat straight up and listened to him.

“So, I had been thinking about our future for a while and we have been together for quite some time. I do believe that there is a future for us. Marriage even.” As Dean spoke in earnest about your relationship going forward , you got all giddy inside and couldn’t wait until you told Dean that you were pregnant. 

“Yeah, me too. I totally agree with you, Dean.” You perked up with a smile on your face looking deeply into Dean’s beautiful green eyes.

“Good, I’m glad. You are it for me baby and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He continued and your eyes began to glow. You wonder if he was going to propose to you. “However, there is something I need you to know and how serious I am about this decision. This is absolute and full-on non-negotiable.” He nervously swallowed before he stop those few words that would change the course of your relationship forever. 

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

Chapter 2

#steve x reader #angst #supernatural #the avengers #dean winchester #captain america fluff #marvel #dean winchester angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #pregnant reader #dean winchester fluff

[magnificentpatrolstudent]

Sunday mornings with y/n 🌥🌸

aot x reader 

Eren

“Honestly y/n, they should’ve hired me,” Eren said as you applied the serum to his face. Eren lived for the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. “Okay, reenact the end scene but like how you would’ve written it.” The two of you were doing your skincare routine together in the bathroom while talking about how bad the movie you watched last night was and basically rewriting the script. You giggle as Eren impersonates the actor and does different accents. You give his face one final pat “All done!” Next on the agenda was your yoga routine. Ever since forcing Eren to try it out with you, he always joins you. He says it calms him down but he only likes to do it with you. “Look at this new move I learned,” Eren says as he goes into a perfect headstand. “Woahhh! you say in sheer shock, lowkey pissed that he’s getting better than you 🙃.

Armin 

It’s 8 am and you and Armin are on your way to the farmer’s market, excited to buy fresh berries and bright flowers to place all over the house. As you walk to the market hand in hand, you share a pair of Bluetooth earphones, both listening to ELIO’s “When U Saw Love” as the morning breeze tickles your face. “We could visit the Botanic Gardens and go on the cable car!” Armin exclaimed. “Yeah, and we could go to the gallery and museum!” You two chatted about the trip to Singapore you’re planning for next summer and all the other places you want to see together. “We gotta figure out where we wanna go for our honeymoon,” Armin said in complete earnest. “We’re not even engaged,” you said, giggling as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach. “Not for long!” Armin declared. You literally stopped walking; you looked so stunned that Armin began to laugh.

Jean

“Say cheese y/n” Jean took the picture and feigned a heart attack after gushing about how cute the two of you looked. You and Jean woke up at 5 am to go for a hike to catch the sunrise, something you’ve been wanting to do together for a while. You packed the perfect breakfast picnic together which you guys practically inhaled after the tiresome 3-hour trek. At the crest of the small mountain, you two sat there for hours sitting and talking and taking cute pics together. “I’m gonna send this one to my mom,” Jean said with the brightest smile on his face. “No, take a better one 😠.” When you spot a couple in the distance with their 2 small kids, he says that’s gonna be you guys in a few years. He always says stuff like that and every time he does, your heart literally constricts; he’s literally gonna give you a heart attack omg. 

Connie 

“Hmmm…what should we make today?” You asked Connie while looking into the fridge. “I have no idea. How about we make whatever’s on the page I open in this cookbook?” Connie said while holding up the cookbook you were gifted last year and never got around to using. “Good idea!” “Super Creamy mushroom, Brie, and pancetta croissants,” he said, pronouncing pancetta in his best Italian accent. “That sounds amazing except we don’t have mushrooms, brie, pancetta, or croissants,” you laughed. “How about…coffee walnut banana bread?” Connie looked up at you questioningly. “Okay, I think we can actually make that!” you exclaimed.  “Alexa, play  “Carry Me Away” by John Mayer” Connie shouts at your smart speaker and you both get to work on your (hopefully) beautiful banana bread. While measuring out flour and cracking eggs, Connie tells you about how excited his family is to meet you soon, reassuring you that you have nothing to be nervous about. When the chorus comes on, he twirls you around and then you twirl him around and now you’re having an impromptu dance sesh. 

Levi

You wake up to a quick, soft kiss on the check from Levi. “Wash up and come to the living room, I made you coffee.” The living room smells faintly of the lavender candles you love mingled with the heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee. You see Levi curled up on the couch sipping on the tiniest cup of tea. He pats on the space next to him, indicating for you to join him. You plop down right beside him, reaching for the mug he set down on the coffee table. His hand resting on your leg, the two of you talk about anything and everything--gossiping about coworkers, showing each other recipes you wanna try and make together, the books you’ve been reading, new music you’ve been into, and Levi raves about the new cleaning product he found the other day 💀. With the morning light filtering in from the windows and John Mayer’s “Say” playing softly in the background, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your Sunday morning.

#aot #snk #aot x reader #attack on titan #eren jeager #armin arlet #jean kirstein #connie springer #levi ackerman #aot fluff #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #levi x reader #aot scenarios #snk scenarios

[cinamun]

TAGGED by @simmerstellar ! Thanks friend!

Come get to know me y'all!

1. What’s your favorite sims death? I haven't had a sim die from anything other than old age in a HOT minute but I saw a LP and the murphy bed death seems so unecessarily violent lmfao.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? BOTH! I consider my style Maxis Mix. We love a nice combo of both.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Not anymore but at one point I had to. Let me explain: I don't know if it was a glitch but like after every meal with grannie's cookbook, Indya would gain weight instantly. Didn't happen with anyone else (although everyone else are athletes of some sort). She's always and forever thick but something was definitely up with the food mods I was using. Anyway, we're good now since I'm not playing her HH exclusively anymore.

4. Do you use move objects? Absolutely. Its too restrictive! Gotta play test when I do though because routing errors make me irrationally angry.

5. Favorite mod? Wickedwhims. I don't care! If I want my sims to get freak-nasty I have a blog for that and WW never fumbles. If I want them to do cute little intimate things, WW is there. If you don't like the smut, I feel bad for you son.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? I've gotten pretty much ever iteration of this game except for almost all of the kits and the star wars pack.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? ALIVE. I don't understand the other one honestly lol. We're going LIVE as soon as I press play so....

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Obvs Indya Drake!

9. Have you made a simself? Yes! But she needs help lol I'm not good at that at all so there's a resemblance but she doesn't really look like me. When I do gameplay with her I say she's my "sorta-kinda self sim" lol

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? gloomy, neat, loner, romantic

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? Black but like BLACK Black, not the BLUE Black lol.

12. Favorite EA hair? All of the afro textured ones.

13. Favorite life stage? Young adults.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Gameplay mostly stories but I love to decorate!

15. Are you a CC creator? I will recolor the shit out of something! That's about it lol

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? All my mutuals and anyone who reads my story! #Squad

17. What’s your favorite game? The Sims 4 is the only game I play. Don't @ me.

18. Do you have any sims merch? Nope.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope, but I have been asked to make a channel and got that far at least. No videos lol.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? If anything, less alpha and more maxis match.

21. What’s your Origin ID? [redacted]

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? All of the ones that do it for FREE and for the love of the game. I donate too because I understand its not easy, but also not worth a month long paywall or conveniently forgetting to publicly release something.

23. How long have you had a simblr? 2015 are my earliest posts I think.

24. How do you edit your pictures? Gshade and Photoshop Elements 2020

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Cottage Living is the goat IMO even though I don't play it much anymore. I do very much enjoy Island Living and Growing Together will round out a nice top 3.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I haven't really thought about it. I just figure the sims 4 is nearing the end of its era and we're gonna start hearing about project rene more and more.

oh! tagging @shesthespinstersimmer @bridgeportbritt @iplaysims4 @beebeesiims @thegloomiestwhim @hazelminesims @therichantsim @omgkayplays @softerhaze @crsentfairy

please ignore if you don't do these or already did this!

#ask game

[distantwave]

recommend me 5 songs, so I can associate them with you and learn more music 🫶🏻 (I just remembered a time I asked you about your Spotify playlists??????)

Ough okay okay I feel like I’ve gotta get wildly specific songs in here (these aren’t ranked)

1. Secrets - One Republic

This song was in the soundtrack for The Sorcerer’s Apprentice in 2010 and it was specifically in this one scene where they’re in this giant fucking Tesla coil and the guys playing the song and the electricity matches up to the music and I was ten years old when this movie came out and I went absolutely INSANE for it and it’s been giving me brain worms ever since like I’m being so serious u have to google that scene rn it’s probably not good but it’s so good

2. Honky Tonk Badonkadonk - Trace Adkins

SPECIFICALLY the one off the 2005 Dangerous Man album!!! The original is also good but the second one is so much more fun. This ones my go to favorite karaoke song in the world bc I could absolutely sing it blackout drunk I know it so well. I was super super into when I was little bc I thought the “slap ur grandma” line was funny (I was 5) but I also think it’s the perfect karaoke song bc a) you don’t really need to be able to sing to sing it b) the whole song is just about how hot this one girl is c) I absolutely don’t look like someone who would adore country music so it’s silly goofy

3. If it’s True - Hadestown

My favorite song from my favorite musical in the whole wide world. Hadestown is genuinely the most beautifully crafted musical I’ve ever heard/seen/experienced/whatever and this song in particular is just so so tremendous. I fell in love with the touring cast in 2017 and when the broadway recording came out with this song on it I was just absolutely blown away it’s SUCH a good song

4. Apple - the Narcissist Cookbook

Another where it’s my favorite favorite, this one’s my favorite song/bit of spoken word from my favorite artist. All of tNC’s stuff is really cool and phenomenally well written but the first time I listened through this one the very last line just stuck itself in my brain oh so hard and has continued to stay there ever since. AND!! The song was made all the better bc I got to see tNC live over the summer with @simonswaifu and I was so certain Matt wasn’t going to do much spoken word but I was WRONG!!! And I’ve never been more elated to be wrong bc I got to hear Apple live and it was oh so delightful

5. Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie

Another one I was obsessed with when I was little! I distinctly remember listening to this song soo many times in my dads truck when it was just the two of us driving when I was like, 6? And something about it still fucks to this day (I will admit tho I only genuinely know like, half the lyrics bc this song is about the vibe ya know, who cares if u can actually understand what he’s saying as long as ur feeling the vibe)

#ur first mistake was not specifically stating you wanted five GOOD songs sorry bro #u get what has given me brain worms

[disaster-vampire]

pls talk about the shelf

i was desperately hoping someone would ask me to rant abt it akehdjshd i'm kissing you sweetly on the forehead anon

okay so if anyone sees this out of context: i have a shelf in my bookcase dedicated to hannibal. yes it's kind of like a weird little shrine but leave me alone.

be warned this is going get LONG.

so, it has the obvious: the hannibal books, the tv show box set, the tv show's cookbook, my fancy copies of the divine comedy (they're hardcover with gorgeous sleeves that have art printed on them to match each book), and i also have the iliad and the odissey in there in a single big book that i bought on a whim when out once and then after buying it i found out it also had the original greek alongside the italian translation and i lost my mind. i've never felt such pure joy and i can't even read greek. yet.

as for decorations, as of right now there's a piece of driftwood that is kinda shaped like an L so it stands up on its own and it also kinda resembles an antler.

there's this fuckin box, i don't even remember how i got it, but it's made of bones. it's shaped kinda like a stereotypical treasure chest but it's literally made of bones. the inside is lined with red velvet.

i'm not sure what else to decorate with? i've put in a seashell but it can't even be seen because the shelf has glass doors but the shell is covered by the frame (might move everything to another shelf where the frame is not in the way tbh just so i can decorate with tiny things at the front).

i just moved this whole thing from my other bookcase (i just got this new one today because i have too many books and in my first bookcase the shelves are literally bending with the weight of the books piled up on them) and when it was there i also had a teacup in there along with a lighbox that says "bone saw time! 🖤" but this new shelf feels very elegant and there's also not enough space for the lightbox. i also had a bust of dionysus there but i'm going to move it to my dionysus altar.

i've got an old scalpel somewhere too and i'll try to find a visible spot to put it. i also have 3 tiny japanese plates that were all given to me as gifts and some souvenirs from japan from a friend too but idk if i wanna put japanese stuff in there. like it's fitting but at the same time idk if it's disrespectful or not.

if i had money and more space i'd make this whole thing bigger and get like. a little frame with fly fishing lures like the ones will made in the show and maybe something like some ethically sourced taxidermy. a snake skeleton and a mongoose skull would be really cool. maybe i could print out a little something with lures instead of buying real ones and like. a fake death's head hawkmoth taxidermy. i'd need some of those shadowbox frames and i'd make it so the pictures stand out a bit from the back so it looks like they have shadows. bc like i'm fairly certain real death's head hawkmoths cannot be ethically sourced at this point in time because ever since silence of the lambs came out people have started going insane over them.

i think my grandpa has this framed thing somewhere with sailing knots made with actual ropes in it rather than just pictures. haven't seen it in ages so i'm not sure anymore if it was my grandpa's or someone else's. probably my grandpa since he was in the marines when military service was mandatory in italy but idk maybe i saw it somewhere else. i could print out a small picture with various illustrations of sailing knots.

i also have these cards that my aunt gave me at one point that have prints of a lot of famous paintings with descriptions in the back and i THINK one was the primavera. it was either that or the birth of venus i'll have to check but either way there's at least one botticelli in there. i don't like botticelli much tho so 🤷

i plan at some point to also get physical copies of all the movies but idk when that'll be since i've found a different box set for the tv show with gorgeous covers that i plan to buy as well. also of the ones i currently own i think one of the dvds stopped working bc it got scratched while inside my pc because i was pausing and rewinding/forwarding too much. we'll see i guess.

now for the rest of the books. i have a medical book in there called the abc of the human body. i think the title is kind of hilarious for a hannibal shelf. i just found out today while moving books back and forth from one bookshelf to the other that i actually have two copies of this book and one of them was owned by a doctor that died i think like 15 to 20 years ago. i have a few other medical books that said doctor also owned on the shelf above. he also owned the scalpel i mentioned before.

there's the book skulls by simon winchester, which is a collection of pictures of skulls from one of the biggest skull collections in the world, along with a few inserts on biology if i remember correctly? i originally bought it for art references and i LOVE the cover so i made sure it was facing forward in the shelf.

there's the resurrectionist, which is a sci-fi/fantasy book kind of in a frankenstein-esque vein where the main character is this made up doctor who manages to make some mythological creatures through surgery & digging up dead bodies and i won't spoil it any further. the second half of the book is a whole bunch of medical/biology style illustrations of said creatures, their skeletons, their muscles, how certain parts of their bodies would function (for example i believe it goes into explaining the lungs for both mermaids and harpies). i don't think it quite fits thematically with hannibal but i think it's got The Vibe so i put it in there.

there's a book on saint lucy, who is the patron saint of sight. i have it because i was born with my skull being asymmetrical and the doctors immediately told my family it would likely cause problems with my eyes, and so instead of, you know, starting to take me to eye doctors from a young age, they swore me to saint lucy and left it at that. i'm likely going to go blind on my left eye at some point in my life btw lmao thanks st lucy <3 i do like her though. i like her iconography a lot, she's always portrayed as holding a plate with her eyes on it.

there's damien by hermann hesse, which is one of my all time favourite books. it's written in first person and it starts with emil sinclair's childhood, explaining that he sees the world in a very black and white way, and does so very literally because he speaks of the world of light and the world of darkness, which are kind of meant as good and evil. but then something happens to him that starts blurring the clear line he thought was between the two, which sends him into a moral panic until he meets max demian, who starts to make him see that there's more to both sides. the story as he grows up follows his "corruption" into someone who is neither good nor evil. it has a lot of implied homoeroticism, as it was written i think either in the 20s or the late 1800s so it couldn't be explicit but it is very much there and is expressed mostly through demian's mother. there's also a weird cult thing going on and the ending is a bit ??? and honestly i need to read it again because for such a short book SO much happens that i'm having a hard time summarising it accurately.

the only other books i remember being there rn (it's 1am i'm not turning the lights on again) are dracula, because cannibal/vampire count with a big castle, the butchering art, and les fleurs du mal, plus two other books written in french that i haven’t read yet because my french isn't the best, whose titles i don't remember rn, and one in italian that i've found at a used books stall once but i believe it's from a local author and i've never seen it in a bookstore nor online so there's definitely no english translation of it. i still haven't read this one either and i don't even remember what it's about, it might be a poetry book? not quite sure. but yeah these few ones i haven’t read are there like. on trial. if i read them and find them fitting they'll stay otherwise they go to another shelf. i also haven’t read les fleurs du mal nor the butchering art yet, so the same applies to them. i think that's all of them? i plan to put my art history books and regular history books on the shelf above as well next to the medical books to kind of carry the theme over lol.

i would like to maybe someday get some of the books that we've glimpsed from the bookshelves on the show but this is it for now!

anyway. tysm for asking me about it dear anon. you said but a few words yet they meant the world to me <3

#vamp rants #vamp's bookshelf

[masterwords]

Ok, so I’m so hyped for May and all the domestic Hotchgan! And you said blow up your ask box, so….

I would love a fic about Derek and Aaron taking a cooking (or baking) class together! I just think it could be so funny and sweet. (And probably more messy than they think it is. Maybe a little competitive 😅)

Turns out...I am not good at writing cooking classes. LOL This idea was one of my absolute favorites and I found it to be incredibly challenging. I had three different drafts, none of which were good, so I set myself a 30 minute timer this morning and just went to town...landed here. It's better than the others, but not great. At least it's coherent! I didn't edit it, just skimmed...so if there are horrific embarrassing errors. I'm sorry please forgive me. We're in the thick of baseball and getting ready for tournament season and end of the school year stuff so my time isn't as plentiful as I'd like but we're getting there! Doing the thing! (Not on AO3 yet...I'm being lazy.)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: food, it's all food based.

** hey shorty **

“You should take Penelope,” Derek muttered, one last attempt at salvaging his Saturday afternoon. “She would love this.”

“She bought the gift for us, Derek. To do together.”

He’d forgotten that part. Maybe not entirely, but he was clinging to some thread of hope that maybe she had wanted to go to the classes too. And if she did, he wouldn’t have to.

“It’s just gonna be a bunch of nerds…” Now he was whining. He wasn’t proud of it.

“It’s an hour, Derek.”

“An hour I’ll never get back.”

In the end, it turned out to be two hours...but two hours Derek was glad to have been present for. The instructor, an old woman with a thick Scottish accent and a frown that could rival Hotch’s any day of the week got right to business. No jokes, no wasted time.

She started by explaining the history of shortbread, and Derek breathed an audible sigh of relief. His ultimate fear was that they were going to be making something awful...it was described by Penelope as a “historical cooking class” and she gave him no more information. Hotch knew but refused to divulge – so he’d looked it up, and it turned out there were three possible classes it could have been given the time and day. One of them was making something called a medieval beef pie and something about the thought of that made him feel ill. Shortbread he could do.

Or so he thought.

“Pilcaithly Bannock,” she said and Derek couldn’t help glancing around the room to see if anyone else was as lost as he was. Turned out, he was not alone. “It’s a traditional shortbread made with the addition of almonds and a few flavors you may find intriguing. The recipe we’ll be using comes from a cookbook written in 1861.”

At her direction, everyone filed up toward the front of the classroom where she handed them a bin full of ingredients and cooking utensils with a photocopy of a recipe taped to the top. Hotch and Derek glanced at one another thoughtfully, both impressed by the instructor’s organization. Suddenly Derek, who had never considered himself much in the kitchen, felt like he might actually be able to do this.

Hotch baked. He loved to do it. His insomnia sometimes led to incredible pastries, flaky dough and sweet treats that helped him ease his troubled mind in the wee hours of the night. He would come back to bed around 3am with the house smelling like a bakery and a little flour in his hair and Derek would wake up starving and salivating. But him? No. He could grill, and he could do that with the best of them...and he could eat, boy could he eat...but baking required so much precision, measurement, time and patience. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, it was that he didn’t want to. Nothing about it was appealing except eating the end result.

They were not supposed to talk while they worked, but everyone seemed to want to chatter a little. The instructor poured herself a mug of coffee and stood in a corner observing for a long while. Surrounding them was the chaos and clatter of a kitchen, mixing bowls and whisks and spoons and running water.

“What does it mean when it says to beat the butter to a cream?” Derek whispered, leaning over close to Hotch. “Isn’t that already what it is?”

Hotch tipped his bowl in Derek’s direction and showed him the thick peaks of creamed butter with a smirk. “Just use your whisk and whip it.”

“Too bad we don’t have stand mixers in here.”

“Seems like a good time to put those muscles you work so hard on to good use…” Hotch muttered and Derek, under his breath, called him a shithead.

“Mine’s gonna be so much better than yours.”

“Keep dreaming,” Hotch replied so quietly, so sure of himself that it became Derek’s entire mission in life to do this one thing as perfectly as he could. So, stepping back, he read the entire recipe top to bottom and then again, closer, before he set to whipping the butter. He was a little behind the rest of the class, they all looked like they were adding in the flour and sugar and almonds, but he wasn’t concerned. He could take his damn time.

And he did. He chopped his almonds into fine little bits, he made sure there were no clumps in his dough that he would definitely classify as a “paste” in accordance with the recipe, and when he scored his final product before taking it up to the oven he was...well, he was proud.

Until he saw Hotch’s, which looked borderline professional. His heart sank. The students all piled their trays into the waiting preheated ovens and set to their next task...cleaning up while the shortbread did its thing.

“If mine is better,” Hotch said while he scrubbed his countertop, “you take me out to lunch at Shake Shack.”

Derek scowled. It wasnt’t that he didn’t like Shake Shack, but he wasn’t in the mood for greasy burgers and milkshakes. “And if I win, you take me down to Così.”

When the timers began going off, the instructor pulled them out of the oven one by one. She inspected each tray before handing them off to their owners to begin cooling. The look she gave Derek was impossible for him to read, but he could see the admiration on her face when she looked at Hotch’s perfect little slab of shortbread. He began mentally preparing himself to eat at Shake Shack, to watch Hotch with his mushroom burger and frozen custard quietly gloating over his perfect performance. He realized in that moment that while he loved Hotch, he probably would have hated him had they met in high school. That smug look on his face was getting Derek all sorts of riled up and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss him or smack him. Maybe both.

“How are they?” he asked when Hotch broke off a corner to try. He just shrugged and looked...disappointed.

“I could have done better. They’re a little tough.”

Derek stared at him agape. “They look professional, man.”

“I over-mixed the flour. They’re not bad but they don’t crumble the way they’re supposed to.”

Derek, horrified by what his own creation must be like in order for Hotch to be disappointed in his own turnout, stared down at his slab. They were darker than Hotch’s by at least one full shade, and a little extra even on the edges. Slowly, he reached out and broke off a corner of his to try and it crumbled in his fingers.

Hotch was watching him closely with a sweet smile on his face. “That’s perfect, Derek.”

“What are you talking about? It fell apart.”

The instructor made her way to their counter and peered at both of their creations. First she looked at Hotch’s, broke off a corner, and Derek saw the same look of disappointment on her face that Hotch had.

“They taste incredible,” she started with a smile. “But you’ve overmixed a bit, haven’t ye?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Give it another try at home.” Hotch smiled and nodded at her encouragement, proceeding to clean up the rest of his station and package up his failed attempt at shortbread. He could turn it into ice cream topping or something else at home at least. It was salvageable. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the instructor inspecting Derek’s.

“Nice color,” she began before grabbing a bit and watching it crumble in her hands. Her smile, once somewhat timid, widened. “Ahhh. That’s perfect.” She snapped off one whole cookie and held it in her hands reverently before snatching a chair, dragging it over to where Derek stood and stepped up on top of the seat. She stood now beside a very confused Derek, her hands still cradling the cookie.

“An old Scottish tradition is to break a slab of shortbread over a bride’s head. If it crumbles, the marriage will be good and fruitful. Shall we give this young man’s shortbread a try?”

The class erupted in laughter and applause, so she held her hands now over Derek’s head and snapped the cookie. It barely took a second before it crumbled to bits and fell over Derek’s head and shoulders in cookie dust. He shut his eyes and laughed along with everyone.

“Ahhh. Well, if that’s any indicator of the strength of your marriage…” she said, doing her best to get safely down off of the chair with Derek’s help. “Job well done.” Derek glanced at Hotch and shrugged, thinking he would find the man looking jealous or disappointed in himself...but all he found was Hotch with tears in his damn eyes and a smile on his face. The big softy.

In the car afterward, Hotch sitting in the passenger seat with two takeaway containers of shortbread on his lap, Derek poked the bear. “Did you hear her say mine was perfect?”

“I did.”

“She used the word perfect. Not good or great...perfect.”

“I heard.”

“Just makin’ sure. I know your ears don’t work so good, shorty.”

"Derek..." Hotch mumbled, giving him the side-eye. Derek just smiled broad and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Whassup shorty?"

Hotch had no response, but he couldn't help the ghost of a smile that ticked up at the corner of his mouth. Being called shorty was probably the least of his concerns. Derek was about to be insufferable over this shortbread ordeal for the remainder of the weekend and he would just have to suck it up and deal with it.

Derek, with a wicked little grin on his face, drove them straight to Shake Shack, bypassing Così on the way. He won the competition in class fair and square, but the instructor was right. He did have a pretty damn good marriage, and part of what made it so good was knowing when his partner might need a little pick-me-up...even if he did make the superior treat. He won cooking class.

But Hotch needed that frozen vanilla custard for his wounded pride and Derek was going to make sure he got it. (But if he crumbled a little of his perfect shortbread on top...well, could he really be blamed? It was perfect.)

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #criminal minds #fanfiction #hotch x morgan

[alltimefail-sims]

I was tagged by @silentsundown! Thank you for tagging me!! ❤ I put my responses under "read more" because you already know I ramble lol

1. What’s your favourite sims death? Gotta go with a classic... the cowplant death. I really like cowplants!

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? I'm maxis mix, but hair must be maxis match.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Nope. I can't think of a reason I would ever need to!

4. Do you use move objects? Yes, but I use the T.O.O.L. mod more (for really accurate placement).

5. Favorite mod? UI Cheats or MCCommand are obviously necessary, but I could not play the game without Lumpinou's mods or custom recipes (Granny's Cookbook is my favorite).

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? Get to Work, luxury party, and camping GP (outdoor retreat I think? It came in a bundle).

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Honest to God I go back and forth on this. Depending on the context I have used both! (I pondered this question for a few minutes but it hurt my poor little dyslexic brain. I just kept going back and forth until I was too confused lmao.)

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I really don't have a favorite child. Erwin is probably my favorite townie makeover, but I will always have a special place in my heart for my Carter family OCs.

9. Have you made a simself? Yes, but I don't play my simself in game.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? High maintenance, creative, family-oriented (+ music lover and moody)

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? Probably the true black tbh (but I use the last red hair swatch a LOT for some reason lol).

12. Favorite EA hair? I like all the hairs that came with Growing Together and I like the braided updo from Jungle Adventure.

13. Favorite life stage? Teens or YA probably as these stages have the most enjoyable gameplay features.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Gameplay - telling stories is the heart of why I play the Sims in the first place. I do love building, but I have to be in the mood.

15. Are you a CC creator? I wish, because I have some very stupid desires lmao. Maybe one day!

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I wouldn't say I have a simblr squad, but I've met some amazing people on here who I would consider friends!!! ❤ Even if we don't talk often, I really care about my mutuals.

17. What’s your favorite game? Outside of the Sims, I don't play a ton of games. Probably Animal Crossing!

18. Do you have any sims merch? No!

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? Not yet, but that is a long term goal!

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? Back when TS4 first dropped I used alpha cc, no custom sliders, no skin overlays, and my sims were very ugly tbh lol. Then I shifted to a hyper cartoon look once I discovered simblr. But now I think I have my own distinctive style that I'm really proud of!

21. What’s your Origin ID? alltimefail01 (I think)

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? I like so many different creators, but I have everything @pralinesims has ever made in my game. I also love @simstrouble, @daylifesims, and @okruee hairs. For build stuff, probably @awingedllama!

23. How long have you had a simblr? A little over a year!

24. How do you edit your pictures? I mostly resize, crop, adjust the exposure and contrast as I see fit, then sharpen the image. I do have a new method for gameplay pics that I learned a few days ago that looks really clean and smooth that I'm excited about too!!! My whole process is pretty low effort as I'm not into that part of the process at all.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? Strangerville (obviously) and Get Together, the underrated queen!!! The townies are so good and the world is amazing. But really I like any packs that add gameplay (especially family/legacy-centered gameplay).

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Not a whole pack dedicated to horses that's for sure lmao 😅. I really want another city world, or at least a world that has apartments. More hobbies and skills would be phenomenal, like a whole skill game pack or EP dedicated to hobbies and personal passions (reminiscent of TS2 Freetime). More diversity of personality and skills in the game, more careers (not all playable ones like GTW, but I wouldn't object to a few). A skills/hobby pack would be a great pack to include bands and additional instruments. I would like more non-American-based worlds as well.

I'm gonna tag @xhannahsimssx, @wrixie, @crsentfairy, @retro-plasma, @acuar-io, @yooniesim, and anyone else who wants to do this 👍

#tag game #personal #simblr tag game #simblr tag games

[liaromancewriter]

Do any of your pairs feel they don't get enough time with their children once they're born? Or do they not get enough time with each other? Does having kids impact them in a negative way?

Both my pairings have busy lives, so there are times when they feel they're not giving each other or their kids enough time. I think that the balancing act is natural when you have a family and a career. At the same time, both couples have nannies and a good support system. So, while having kids doesn't impact them negatively on the whole, there are moments when it occurs.

Ethan & Cassie:

By the time the twins come along, Cassie's career is on the rise, and Ethan has already achieved everything he wanted to. As such, he doesn't see the need to constantly push himself to the brink. He finally listened to what Naveen had been saying all these years: there's more to life than medicine. At the same time, he encouraged Cassie to go for what she wanted, supporting her completely.

Ethan and Cassie took a 6-month sabbatical after the twins were born. Her pregnancy was an unexpected and difficult one. She needed time to recover, and they felt it was important to bond as a family. They could afford it, so why not? Going back to work was hard for them, but eventually they adjusted.

If you've read any of my fics, you know their girls can be a handful at times. In the early years, finding alone time was hard. Often, they felt like the only time they spent not talking about kids-related stuff was when they were at work. But their regular coffee date at Derry's kept them connected.

Still, there was a period of time when they started drifting apart. It got worse when Louise died, and Ethan was wracked with guilt about not doing enough for her. Eventually, they did couples counseling and had a heart-to-heart about their relationship and what each of them needed from the other. Learning how to balance that with their family and being there for their girls was a huge part of it.

As an aside, Ethan, in canon, was ambivalent about having a family. In my world, Cassie is equally so at the start of their relationship. It took her time to see herself as a mother and even longer to adjust to actually becoming one.

Max & Sienna:

I've probably shown more of this topic for Maxenna than Ethan & Cassie. Max and Sienna's family started quite unexpectedly, and neither of them was ready for it that soon in their relationship. They were barely married four months and hadn't even reached the first year anniversary of officially becoming a couple. That caused a lot of friction at times, before and after Noah was born. I've written a couple of fics about this topic with Party of Three being the first one.

All Fall Down is a pivotal moment in their relationship, one that scared both of them. After that, they made a pact to never forget the fundamental promise they made to each other when their friendship had begun to shift to love: open and honest, no matter what. In Night Adventures, you see them discussing getting non-kid alone time and how important is to their relationship after becoming parents. Max & Si Time is blocked off in their calendars.

Still, Max's job requires a lot of long hours and travel. Plus, he and Sienna have social commitments because of the Valentine name. So, they do a lot of juggling between work and their family. Sienna switched to part-time during her second pregnancy and stayed that way. Eventually, she started doing a YT Cooking 101 channel, which led to cookbooks, and she got busier than ever.

They do struggle to give their children time, and Sienna feels guilty about it more often than not, even though their kids are well-adjusted. They make a point to spend time as a family, though (see Family Vacation).

Thanks for the ask.

Character Asks: @bluebelle08 @cariantha @crazy-loca-blog @coffeeheartaddict2 @lucy-268 @jerzwriter @lady-calypso @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction

#open heart #ethan ramsey x cassie valentine #ethan ramsey #sienna trinh #sienna trinh x max valentine #ask and answered