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riktorart · 3 years

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“Welcome for the third, and (hopefully) final time to the auditorium, beloved students of Night Raven College! Yes, as many of you expect, this assembly is in regards to our ice cream fundraiser, which has yet to take off! However, now that I’ve recovered from my horrific injuries from last month’s assembly, I say it’s time for us to start anew, and introduce our new line of flavors!

… Why are you all groaning??? Truly you’ve not grown tired of ice cream already, have you?! … No, no, it can’t be… You all just must be far too excited to carry on! Very well! I shall introduce to you the newest flavors, and then you’ll be off! Making me… Err, the school, enough Madol to fix the chandelier that was broken (again) last week!

… Hm? Why aren’t we using the past flavors? … Well… You see there was a… Ah, would you look at the time! If we don’t start now, we’ll never finish! Vargas! Bring up the first cooler!!! NOW!!!

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Lemon Zestvolt- Don’t let his frown fool you, this sweet cream is actually quite sweet, with it’s mellow mix of lemon and lime that’ll make you smile! (... Though, it does take quite a while to actually get past the bitter aftertaste… And it’s surprisingly loud… And… It feels like it’s constantly judging my every move according to a standard that’s quite frankly unrealistic… And... You know what? We’re just going to move on for the sake of my self-confidence!)

Blue Berrygrotto- Despite it’s name, this treat’s name is quite deceiving! It’s not just blueberry, but in fact, a mix of eight different types of berries, all baked into a freshly warm pie and served a la Mode with a trustworthy smile~! (… Hm? What do you mean that sounds a bit much…? Ehrm, no matter!)

Even if it’s a bit… Wet, you won’t mind at all once you enjoy it’s wonderfully sophisticated taste! Ah and would you look at that! On sale for only 300 Madol! What a steal~! Make sure you stop by the cafeteria to buy a Blue Berrygrotto today!

Lion-Colored Kingsicle… Stick- … Well! There was a batch of ice cream in this cooler… And now it’s gone. We have no idea where it we- (... Oh, hold on, did we find them?) … Well! Turns out that as we speak, the original ice cream has been found tucked into obscure corners of the college where no person in their right mind would even think to look, or… On beds… (It seems the only reason they’ve been found is because they’ve begun to melt…)

… Well! We still have popsicle sticks available, so why not treat yourself with some? I’m sure at least one of you could find something to do with so many popsicle sticks!

(Warning: If you encounter this treat on your daily commute, simply back away slowly, and contact a trusted member of Night Raven College Staff to dispose of this treat. Do NOT engage. (Night Raven College is not liable for any injuries/death that may result in confrontation of this product.))

Coco’lover!- Ah, did you think this treat was simply coconut! Well, my delightful students, you are wrong! This ice cream is a delicate balance of coconut, and pistachios, a surprisingly friendly combo! … Well, that is as long as you like coconut… And pistachios… (On second thought, this combo wasn’t the best idea now, is it?)

… Ahem! I hear it pairs quite well with baked delights, so do keep that in mind!

Mortho Energy Drink… Sicle- Tell me children, would you like to stunt your growth by drinking unhealthy shots of pure caffeine? Well, I’m here to inform you that is a foolish idea! Why drink them, when you can eat them instead with an ice cream sponsored by Mortho™ Energy Drinks! Whether it’s for a late-night study session, or for an extra kick during finals, Good ol’ Mortho here will help to keep your poor body conscious against its will!

(... Also, please buy these as soon as possible. He’s beginning to miss one of our discontinued flavors, and will melt… (Night Raven College is not liable for injuries/death that may result from consumption of this product. If Mortho™ Energy Drink-Sickle commences Self-Destruction mode, toss it as far as possible, and duck for cover. To avoid such an occurrence from happening, do NOT insult any person with fire-like hair within the vicinity. It WILL hear you, and it WILL be upset.))

Catolate Diamikan- Do you need to take a… (Wait, what was that one site called…? Ah, yes!) MagiCam-worthy photo of yourself and friends? Well, fret no longer students, as this is the treat for you! A picture of you and Catolate’s smile is sure to be a hit! And if it’s not… Well, he’s flavored like white chocolate and oranges, so either way, you’re a winner!

(... Speaking of photos… Trien, why did you not like my “selfie” that I took earlier this afternoon? … Ah, you’re right! This isn’t the time for such trivialities! I shall simply discuss it with you later then!)

Mir-Lot- A treat based on the likeness of our beloved Magical Mirror itself! Doesn’t it look absolutely stunning, in all it’s glory? Ah, even this old bird can’t help but marvel at it’s timeless beauty… This treat is a nice, deep merlot-flavor, (non-alcoholic, of course!) that I’m sure more mature audiences will enjoy…

And even if you don’t… Well, you don’t want to hurt our beloved mirror’s feelings now, do you? You should buy one anyway, just so it knows for sure it’s appreciated~!

Berry Bad Cat- This… “Cute,” little feline’s filled with many surprises, and though most of them are a hassle… This surprise is actually quite pleasant! A bold blackberry taste, sprinkled with small popping candies that seem to light a spark along your taste buds… Why, it’s surprisingly easy to grow attached to it!

(… Wait, what do you mean my tongue has turned black?! Oh heavens, get me a mirror!!! And water!!!)

Ramshackle Special- Um… Well… This ice cream had no specific flavor. It was an amalgamation of every single flavor crafted so we could save funds and resources, and it was quite awful the majority of the time, so we’d lowered the price for 100 Madol, but… Before we even made the official announcement, someone snuck into my office and took every single one… Of course, they were at least kind enough to leave the funds for it all, but…

Oh, who cares about manners?! WHICH ONE OF YOU RELEASED FIREFLIES INTO MY OFFICE?! … Well, if no one will confess to the crime, then everyone will be punished for the crime! … Later, of course!

Now, like before, we have three special options that are just a tad bit above the rest in terms of flavor and appearances, so despite how kindhearted and generous I am… We will have to charge just a bit extra for these three. Surely you all understand~! These next treats are also quite limited, so if you desire to delight in one, make sure you buy them fast! Once they’re gone, they’re gone!!!

(Well… Not completely, but if people are under the illusion that there is no second chance, then they’re be far more likely to make impulsive purchases! Oh ho ho~ Dire, you clever, dapper man, you~ … Wait, did I say that out loud?)

… Anyway! Our first premium snack!

Rhymes Rosetarts- A delightful treat of sweet cherry tarts with cream and… Oh, is that actually a hint of roses I caught?! How interesting! I’d love nothing more than to dig in, yet… For some reason, I feel that even if my manners slip just a tad, that I’d be chastised… Ah, I suppose I will simply have to consume the treat carefully, lest my suspicions are confirmed true… Which they’re not!

(Night Raven College is not responsible for injuries/death resulting from consumption of this product. Make sure to review the rulebook supplied with each purchase before unwrapping this treat. Once it is free from it’s wrapper, it will always have it’s eyes on you…)

Varbucks™ Iced Protein Coffee- Are you fan of coffee? Or perhaps something sweet, but healthy? Well this treat i-”

“OI, DIRE! WHY AM I THE ONLY STAFF WHO’S ICE CREAM WAS AWFUL?!”

“A-ah! Professor Crewel! Well, err… I’ll… Get back to you on that, yes! So why don’t you have an ice cream and calm d-OWN NO, NO, NO!!! GET OFF THE STAGE I’M SORRY CREWEL PLEASE DON’T H-YAHHH!!!”

Apple Farmier- “... Well, I suppose since the Headmaster was forced to step away for “business,” I should wrap up this assembly. The final dessert available for purchase during our school fundraiser will be the... “Apple Farmier?” (... Crowley seems to have a knack for finding such strange names…)

The Apple Farmier is described to have an almost overly-sweet aroma of ripened apples, yet when bitten into, administers a horrific shock from it’s incredibly sour taste. Those who have tried it described an almost numbing sensation on their tongue, and one such person even lost consciousness as a result of it.”

“Meow.”

“(Hm? Quite right Lucious, thank you for the reminder.) If you purchase this treat, do be aware that our esteemed institution does not hold any accountability for any harm that comes upon you. Do consume the product at your own risk… As for the lot of you who’ve decided to fall asleep during the assembly, I shall see you in detention. In case you’re wondering, yes, I see you, and I will remember if you decide to “ditch.”

Now, you are dismissed. Vargas, please make sure the students return to class while I check upon the Headmaster’s condition… (And hopefully this will be the last of these tedious assemblies…)”

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Bonus

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Lionel Kingsbutter- “Have you ever sat down and thought, “Hm, there seems to be something missing in my life… Something… Hard, surprisingly sweet… And yet, something with a mean bite to match it’s bark?” Well, this treat has no bark, but it does have quite a bite! Smooth, delightful cookie butter than just melts upon your tongue, and plentiful chunks of crispy cookies! They’re a bit… Spicy… But strangely... Delicious! (... Water… I need water...! … Thank you, Trien.)

And if that’s not enough, why, just look at it’s adorable little ears, and i-YEOWCH!!! DID IT JUST BITE ME?! IT’S FROZEN CREAM, HOW DID IT DO THAT?! BAD KITTY, BAD KITTY! WHERE’S THE TRASH C-AAAAH IT’S LATCHED ONTO MY CLAWS!!! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY GET IT OFF!!! GYAAAAAAAH!!!”

#Twisted Wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Sebek Zigvolt #Azul Ashengrotto #Trey Clover #Ortho Shroud #Cater Diamond #Grim Twisted Wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #Ashton Vargas #Epel Felmier #Fan Art #Digital Art #Riktor's Art

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toomanyrobins · 3 years

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Sugar

Summary: Moving to the small town of Lehigh was supposed to be a quiet escape. But, the local sheriff and his determination to drive you crazy turns your plans right on their head.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Content Warning: some swearing, annoying misunderstandings that would be fixed if people just communicated

Notes: This has not been proofread, so any mistakes are entirely my own. Whoops!

You had just arrived in Lehigh the week before and had been busy moving into your new home on the outskirts. When you’d seen the little cottage, you knew that it was meant to be and used the money grandpa had left when he died to buy it. A few days after moving in the last of the boxes, you wandered through the small town. The help wanted sign in the front of the diner made the job search easy and after a week working as a waitress, you’d settled into a comfortable rhythm. The other waitresses had been kind to her and now you considered Wanda and MJ to be friends. MJ and her boyfriend, Peter, had a young son and she had begged you to take the breakfast shift so that she could be home in the mornings. You had readily agreed, enjoying filling your days with work, and now it was your first morning shift.

You greeted Wanda as she pulled in and together you flipped on the lights and put on music to dance to as you started up the coffee machines and took down the chairs. It wasn’t long before people started coming in. Two men in uniform walked into the diner and sat in one of the booths in MJ’s usual section. You couldn’t stop the little voice in your head from appreciating how attractive they were, but you shut her down. You walked up to the table and plastered on a smile, “Morning, gentlemen. What can I getcha?”

The blonde looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t know you.”

Your internal voice snorted at the obvious statement and you nodded, “And I don’t know you. Now, what can I getcha?”

The dark-haired man did snort at the awkward interaction, “I will have a black coffee and whatever pie you have.”

“Does cherry work?” He nodded and you turned back to his friend, “And you, Officer Stranger?”

“That’s Sheriff Stranger—I mean Rogers—Sheriff Rogers.”

“Alright, Sheriff,” you decided to take pity on the awkward man, “What’ll it be?”

“Toast and black coffee.”

“Right away, Sheriff Stranger,” you flashed him a dazzling smile and went to put his order in.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “Well done, Punk. You made a great first impression on the pretty waitress.”

Steve groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face, “Thanks, Buck. Appreciate it.”

“Get some coffee in you and try again. Maybe smile this time.”

After that first failed encounter, Steve had come to the diner every morning. For two weeks, he would come and sit in your section. You couldn’t help yourself and continued to call him Sheriff Stranger. It had evolved into a fond nickname, instead of a sarcastic quip. He had taken to sitting at the counter instead of the booths so that he could chat with you as you moved around. He had been surprised by how quick your mind was and it had become the habit for him to read the paper aloud, the two of you going back and forth about whatever the front page was reporting on.

That morning, just like every other morning, he put in his usual order of black coffee and toast. You threw your head back dramatically and groaned, “Stranger, you’re killing me. Variety is the spice of life. How about scrambled eggs? Home fries? A piece of fruit?”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at your dramatics, “I like my toast and coffee, Sugar.”

“Fine!” You threw your hands in the air, “It’s your really boring funeral.” Steve chuckled under his breath as he looked back down at the paper. It didn’t take long for you to bring his plate over and when he put the paper down, he choked at the sight of what was on his plate. You meticulously had arranged a bacon smiley face with melon balls for eyes on top of his toast. You skipped away before he could say anything and he was left to stare at the ridiculous breakfast. Steve contemplated calling you over, but dreaded seeing the disappointment in your eyes. Instead, he popped a melon ball in his mouth and when he looked up, you had a massive grin on your face. You purposefully avoided looking over, but both of you knew this was a victory for Y/N.

After that first day, you continued to sneak new things on his plate often. The day after, you brought him his usual coffee and toast, but also put a glass of orange juice down. You winked at him, said something about vitamin C, and walked away to help another customer.

The day after that, it was an omelet with peppers and cheese. Every few days, you would allow him a respite from the over-the-top breakfasts and would bring him toast and coffee, but always added an orange juice to the order, insisting he needed some fruit.

One day when you allowed him to order his boring breakfast, as you’d dubbed it, you pulled the paper away from him, “I have to ask. Is the toast and coffee an indication of the other meals you eat? Because if you’re boiling your chicken, we are gonna have a serious problem.” Steve looked ashamed and you gaped at him, “Oh sweet Jesus! You boil your chicken!” You propped your head up with one hand, “It is flavor? Do you just hate things that taste good?”

“I am busy helping to run this town. I don’t have a lot of time on my hands.”

You looked incredulous, but perked up when you saw someone walk through the door. Steve could see the gears whirring in your head and knew this was not going to be good for him. “Officer Bucky, sir!” you waved him over, “I have a question for you! Answer it right and your meal is on me.”

The dark-haired man looked confused, but figured it didn’t hurt to try his hand at a free meal, “Alright, hit me.”

“What did you make for dinner last night?”

“Ciorba de Perisoare. It’s my mother's recipe for meatball soup. One of Nat’s favorites.”

You grinned victoriously at Steve and tapped the counter where there was a seat available, “That answer gets you one of those potato and cheese omelettes I know you love. Oh, and a slice of cherry pie.” You came back out with Bucky’s delicious looking breakfast and Steve’s sad toast and black coffee. The latter rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, begging God to give him strength to deal with the stubborn young woman who had captured his interest.

“Any chance you can tell me why I’m eating for free?” Bucky asked.

“I boil my chicken,” Steve grumbled.

“What?”

“You’re eating for free because I boil chicken.” Bucky just stared at Steve in disgust and confusion before turning back to his breakfast, shaking his head at the two clueless idiots.

It had been almost three months since you had moved to Lehigh. Once Bucky had told his wife about the pretty waitress at the diner that had ensnared Steve’s attention, Nat had made it her mission to befriend her. She had gone into the diner one day and chatted with you, inviting her to join her friends for a girl’s night. That had been the start of a beautiful friendship that had the redhead trying to sniff out what the feelings were between you and Steve.

At the diner, it had been a long day for you. It was nearly 4 in the afternoon and she was dead on her feet. Nat came flying into the diner, “Sugar, get your best outfit on! We are going out tonight.”

You shook her head at the amount of energy her friend had. All you wanted to do was finish your shift and go home to soak in the claw foot tub you’d just scrubbed clean the day before. You leaned against the counter putting on your best puppy dog eyes, “I have been on my feet since 6 o’clock this morning. The last thing I want to do is go out.”

“It’ll be an easy night, I promise,” Nat hopped onto one of the stools at the counter as you poured her a cup of coffee, decaf of course, “It’ll just be some drinks at the Hideout. Please? First round’s on me.”

You groaned and then nodded, “How could I ever say no to you? I get off in an hour. We getting ready at mine or yours?”

“Mine. I already told Buck that they could meet us there.”

“They?”

“Yeah… Bucky and Steve.”

“Nat, don't tell me this is some setup for a double date.”

The redhead gasped in outrage, “What you must think of me! I just want my friends and I to spend a night out together.” You raised an eyebrow at her friend. Nat held her hands up in defeat, “I promise. No more setups.”

You finished up the last hour of your shift and timed-out. When you walked out, Nat was waiting for her. She drove over to Bucky and her home and they started getting ready. This had become such a common occurrence for the two women that she had taken to leaving a pair of clothes at Nat’s for convenience.

You had opened a bottle of wine while they got ready and by the time the two men arrived, you both had dissolved into giggles. It had not gotten better as the group got to The Hideout. You and Nat were having a great time and the music started playing. The latter had pulled Bucky out of their booth to dance. Steve had slung his arm over the back of the booth and in your inebriated state, you didn’t notice how much either of you had curled against each other. Tucked comfortably in the booth, you people-watched. As the music transitioned into a slower one, he held out his hand, “Dance with me, Sugar?”

“I’d love to,” you laughed as he pulled her out onto the floor. Soon the music slowed, and you were swaying together. Steve had chatted away about his work and you were happy to listen to him speak so passionately. Eventually, you leaned your head against his broad chest, feeling his hand move underneath her shirt. His fingers grazed your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. You felt Steve’s heartbeat speed up and smiled softly to yourself. You weren’t alone the effects of being in such close contact. As the song ended, you lifted her head up and got sucked into his deep blue eyes. Just as you thought he was going to lean down and kiss you, the main door swung open and three women walked in. When Steve saw them, he cleared his throat and stepped back awkwardly. You were left feeling cold and confused as Steve walked away before you could ask him what was wrong. You moved to the bar, wondering if you’d just screwed everything up with that almost kiss. Steve had become the person you were closest to in town and without his company, the loneliness was sure to grow.

Throwing back a shot before heading to the bathroom, you needed a moment to clear her head. You stared into the mirror, wondering how you could fix your mistake. One of the stalls opened revealing one of the women that had come in. She washed her hands and fixed her lipstick before acknowledging you. The smile she gave didn’t reach her eyes. She spun around, “You’re Y/N, right? From the diner?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you were not sober enough to remember if she’s ever been into your work before, “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.”

The blonde looked almost insulted that she wasn’t instantly recognized, “I’m Trish. Steve’s fiancée, Carly, is my best friend.”

You thought you were going to be sick right there on the floor, “Steve has a fiancée?”

“Oh yeah!” Trish explained, “It’s not official yet but she found the ring in his sock drawer a month ago. I’m sure that’s why he hasn’t mentioned it yet. But, it’s coming any day now”

“Right--,” you grabbed a paper towel and dried your hands quickly, “It was nice to meet you. I guess I should get back to my friend.” You hurried out of the bathroom and back to the booth, grabbing your purse and jacket. Thankfully, it seemed that Nat and Bucky were still occupied and you made a quick getaway.

The walk back home was only 20 minutes and as soon as the front door was shut, tears started to well in your eyes. You fanned your face, “Stop it. Stop it. He’s not yours.” Walking into the bathroom, you hated how much Steve had melded into your life. You’d brought paint samples into the diner one day and asked his opinion. Now, the color he picked seemed to mock you. How could she have been so stupid as to let this man in? Of course, he had a girlfriend, soon to be fiancé. Why would he want a waitress who forced her way into his life. God, I’m just a nag. You threw the towel against the wall and curled up in bed, letting yourself wallow in self-pity.

The next morning, Steve didn’t show up for breakfast. Every time the bell above the door chimed, your eyes jumped to see who it was and each time you cursed herself for being that way. Around lunchtime, Nat came in and looked upset. “Why did you leave without saying goodbye last night?”

You plastered on a fake, apologetic smile, “I started to feel sick and I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“How did you get home?”

“I walked,” When Nat opened her mouth to scold her about being safer, you shook your head, “I know. I know. It was a stupid idea, but I was drunk. I promise I won’t do it again.”

The redhead nodded and then switched gears. A mischievous grin grew on her face, “You and Steve looked comfy on the dance floor last night.”

You scoffed as you turned to refill a coffee pot, “That’s never gonna happen.”

“But—“

You decided to be blunt, “I know about Carly.”

Nat looked confused, “And because of that you won’t give him a chance?”

“Definitely not. I’m kinda insulted that no one said anything to me.” A family walked in and sat in your section, “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later.”

When you turned back to put the family’s order in, Nat was gone and it felt like a boulder was weighing on your chest.

It wasn’t until a week after that awful night that Steve deigned to come back to the diner. He looked like a child who’d just been told off by a parent. He took his usual seat at the counter and put his hand on top of yours when you came over, “I’m sorry about last week. Sugar, let me explain.”

You slid your hand out from under his and shook your head, “No need. I know the story now. I’m sorry if I gave off the wrong impression. Let’s just be glad nothing happened. I’ll bring your breakfast around.” When you brought him his meal, Steve felt sick to his stomach. There were no melon ball eyes, no bacon smile, not even a glass of orange juice. Just toast and a black coffee. You walked away before he could say a thing.

The food tasted like sand against his tongue and when he swallowed his last bite, he walked out and left the money on the counter without another word. As soon as he was out of sight, he pulled his cruiser onto the side of the road and threw up the “boring breakfast.” His temper was at an all-time high and he was shouting at everyone in the station. Finally, Bucky walked into his office and shut the door, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I fucked up and it’s unsolvable. I almost kissed Y/N last week, but Carly came in and I freaked out instead. You know how those women are and I thought that if they saw me with Y/N, they’d run her off. Turns out I was right. She said she’d heard enough and is glad that nothing has happened between us.”

Bucky was surprised to hear that. You had seemed too sweet to let something like Carly’s lies get to you. Especially without hearing Steve’s side. He ran a hand through his hair. “Damn, Punk.”

Things did not improve as the weeks went on. First, your greetings had slowed down in their enthusiasm and he missed being called Sheriff Stranger. Steve tried to catch your eye, but you quickly put the plate down and went to another table. Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your eyes weren’t as bright and he could see the makeup trying to hide how tired you were. Everything about Y/N was just off.

It was late that night when Steve swung around the back of the diner. The main parking lot was packed and he decided the back was easier. He saw a figure leaning against the wall and figured it was one of the waitresses on a smoke break. As he walked closer, Steve realized it was you and that you were asleep. You’d had walked out back for some air and had fallen asleep against the back wall. Steve shook you awake and you were embarrassed that you’d crashed like that. He pushed a strand of hair out of the way and you winced at the close contact. He pulled his hand back, “What’s going on, Y/N. Did something else happen?” You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. Steve hooked a finger under your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met his. He leaned down and kissed you, instantly making you dizzy. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moved closer until your back was against the brick, both of you intoxicated with the other.

You were interrupted by someone calling your name inside and you pulled away. With one look back, you hurried back inside. Steve ran a hand through his hair, a grin on his face. Maybe not all was lost if you kissed him back like that. You were the first person he’d been interested in since he’d ended things with Carly. After they’d broken up, she was so angry that she told anyone who would listen about how he couldn’t get it up and was all-around disappointing. One of the downsides of living in a small town was that once something was out, everyone knew. Since their breakup, Steve had been too worried to even try and date someone else. Suddenly, you’d shown up in a hail of melon balls and paint samples and the idea of trying again wasn’t quite so terrifying.

You had gone home that night, the kiss seared in your mind. It felt like you’d just closed your eyes when your alarm went off. It was a rough morning and you were nursing a cup of coffee when you saw Steve, Bucky, and Nat arrive and sit in one of the booths in your section. You groaned when you saw the shit-eating grins on all their faces and walked over to the table, “Morning. What’ll it be?” Bucky and Nat quickly put in their order and then you turned to the blond.

“Waffles.”

You just stared at Steve and slowly brought one hand up to his face. He cheered internally when he felt your cool hand on his forehead, “You don’t have a fever. Are you dying?”

Both Bucky and Nat were dying on the other side of the table. Steve didn’t take his eyes off of you, “Ha. Ha. You’re on me all the time to try something different; so I am.”

The smile that crossed Y/N’s face made it all worth it. She said nothing else, worried he’d change his mind. She put the order in and went to check on her other tables. The minute his breakfast was ready, Y/N brought it over to him, “I won’t force the orange juice on you today. So, your coffee is on me.”

“Sugar, you don’t need to do that. If I didn’t want the waffles I wouldn’t have ordered them.” Nat saw the smile falter at the pet name and decided she was going to get you to talk before she left.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m in charge of your bill. Just say thank you and tell me I’m right.”

“Thank you.”

You tried to stay busy as the trio ate, but you squeaked as Nat came out of nowhere and dragged you into the bathroom, “Spill.” You stammered as you tried to figure out what to say. “I know you and Steve kissed, but when he called you Sugar you looked like you were dying inside. Are you really so shallow that you’re going to let one little rumor from a heinous girlfriend ruin this chance?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m honestly super pissed off that you’d try and set me up with an engaged guy just because you don’t like his fiancee.”

“Who’s fiancee?”

“Steve’s!”

“Steve doesn’t have a fiancee.”

It felt like all the air had deflated from you, “What?

“Steve’s not engaged to Carly. Never was. They broke up over a year ago.”

“I don’t understand. Why would her friend tell me that?”

“Because Carly is a psycho bitch hates to see Steve happy. After they broke up, she told everyone that his little friend was less than great and he sucked in bed. Everyone in town has been talking about the two of you and how cute you guys are. You’re the first woman that he’s gotten the courage to any show interest in since it all happened.

“That…” You couldn’t believe you’d been trapped in such a lie, “BITCH! How could she do that to Steve? He’s like the sweetest guy ever!”

“He thought you’d heard the rumors and that’s why you pulled away.” You were so confused and just stood there. Nat smacked you on the arm, “Well, go out there! Kiss him and tell him that you're both idiots. Go!”

You were practically gnawing at your bottom lip, your stomach in knots. You walked up to the table, “Steve, could we talk?”

“Of course, Sugar.”

Your eyes slid over to Bucky, “Outside?” You grabbed his hand and dragged him out the front door. You bounced your leg as you tried to figure out how to start this, “Um--so--you see--I--.”

“Y/N?”

“Fuck it,” You threw caution to the wind and hooked your finger into Steve’s belt loop, pulling him in for a kiss. He buried his hands in your hair, his tongue tangling with yours. He pulls away, both of you trying to catch your breath. His eyebrows were furrowed and vulnerability and fear shone in his eyes. “I am an idiot,” you blurted out.

“I’m just not quite sure what’s going on. We don’t talk for like two weeks and then I kissed you and you ran away and now you’re kissing me again.”

“I thought you were engaged.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, I know that now. Nat explained everything to me. The actual story. I have half a mind to burn down that bitch, Carly’s, house.”

Steve laughed and wrapped an arm around your waist, “I really don’t want to have to arrest you for arson.”

“Technically, it'll be attempted murde--,” He leaned down and kissed you again, shutting you up. You pulled back and smiled up at him. “I’m taking you out tonight. I’ll tell Nat to come by your place to help you get ready.” You couldn’t help but giggle at how well he knew you.

You turned to walk back into the diner and found every patron plastered against the windows watching you. “Somehow, I think she might already know, Stranger.” Steve just smiled at you and laced your finger together, walking back into the diner where it all began.

#avengers au #avengers imagine #toomanyrobins #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers au #steve rogers #avengers

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foodbytesback · 2 years

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I Finally Got My Hands on Hard Mountain Dew

Ha! I made you think I wasn’t gonna be writing about the hard Mountain Dew! Gotcha!

Ok, so I’m visiting a friend in Florida, one of the few states that actually have it in stores, so I made him drive me around town until we found it. First we went to Wal-Mart, because we heard that some Wal-Marts had it, only to find out that that specific one didn’t, but then we checked online and found a liquor store nearby that did, only to spend 5 minutes walking in circles around the building, struggling to find the front door. But these were all but temporary setbacks in our righteous quest, and now it’s time to crack these bad boys open.

Regular

Unsurprisingly, it tasted a lot like Mountain Dew Zero Sugar, although, surprisingly, not quite as flavorful? That might’ve been just the fact that we drank it on ice, though. My friend noted the straight-up-grain-alcohol aftertaste was reminiscent of Four Loko, something that I’ve never partaken in and, at this point, am just too damn old to. It’s not bad, but we both ended up regretting dedicating ourselves to drinking the entire can, knowing there were better flavors in store, but it was easy enough to chug down before moving on.

Watermelon

I don’t even like watermelon. There, I said it. Whenever I eat any melon, the second the taste of it enters the back of my throat, my throat seizes up, as if to say, “NO! Get that foul fruit OUT OF HERE!” (Am… am I allergic to melons?) I will admit, however, that this was a much more flavorful beverage than the last one. The watermelon taste also does a better job of masking the alcohol taste, so, again, as much as I don’t like watermelon, I have to admit this is a slightly better tasting drink- perhaps, even, my 2nd favorite of the batch.

Black Cherry

First thing I noticed as I poured the contents of the can into a glass was that it was the same pale pink as the watermelon, which I found alarming for superficial reasons I can’t really put my finger on. Anyways, if you’ve had black cherry White Claw, you pretty much know what this tastes like. The only real difference is that it’s slightly sweeter (in that “Zero Sugar” aspartame-y kinda way… Side note, there’s no ingredients label anywhere, so I’m assuming it’s aspartame.) and doesn’t have quite as much alcohol aftertaste. My only question is… why didn’t they try to brand this one as Code Red? Or the watermelon one as Major Melon, for that matter? I literally JUST wrote about how strong the Mountain Dew branding is, how could they betray me like this?

Baja Blast

Ah, yes, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. It smells like Baja Blast. It looks like Baja Blast. And goddamit, it tastes like Baja Blast (Zero Sugar). Admittedly, we did get a little hungry at this point and each had a “palate-cleansing” donut that may or may not have de-aclimatized our taste buds to the aspartame (?), throwing this tasting out of whack. I’d say this one probably had the 2nd strongest alcohol taste to it. But, there’s just something so soothing about that pastel teal hue we’ve all come to know and love that you can’t not love it. It’s Baja Blast, baybee!

In my opinion, the Baja Blast and, surprisingly, the watermelon were more or less tied for best, with the black cherry being just alright and the original being pretty tasteless. The only real complaint I have at the end of the day was that they were only available in Zero Sugar, and not the full sugar that my taste buds crave, but, they ultimately are trying to cash in on the hard seltzer craze, so it makes sense that they want to limit the calories.

None of this really matters, of course. They’re literally only available in the variety pack, you can’t just pick and choose your favorites.

#food #drink #mountain dew #hard mountain dew #hard seltzer

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chemicalmagecraft · 3 years

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Taiyuu OCT Bonus Round 3

@taiyuu-oct

Character Nicknames: Akai-chan: Naishin-Sunomu Seisho Neki-chan: Tsuneki Aoi Tori-chan: Jamie Aguilero Yuu-chan: Mochizuki Tofu Lacca-sensei: Chikyu Tane Wolfie-sensei: Kuzu Onoma Boron: Nerva Rekka Mulan-sensei: Jailong Chen

x x x

Yukino breathed in the warm summer air as she walked to the beach, then let out a contented sigh. For some reason people tended to think that she would like Winter more due to her ice-based Quirk. Maybe some people with cold Quirks worked like that, but hers was specifically heat absorption. That, plus her residual draconic mutations from her grandfather, made her prefer warm temperatures a lot more than cold. So on a hot summer day like this, she was feeling pretty great even though her swimsuit was exposing a lot more of her skin than she normally liked doing.

"It's funny," she said to the two she was walking with, "I don't really like swimming much, but I love the beach." The sun, the sand, and to be perfectly honest...

"I prefer not to swim as well," Akai-chan told her, still looking ahead and holding the cooler she was carrying for Yukino. She looked really pretty in her sundress. Yukino had been hoping to see her in a swimsuit, but she got why she wouldn't be wearing one if she didn't plan to swim.

"We're going to the beach, this is great!" Neki-chan cheered. He was carrying the other cooler. "And you're making ice cream later!"

"Yup," Yukino grinned, though she was trying to keep away from Neki-chan a bit. Even if he was wearing his Quirk-erasing bracelet, Yukino was wary of her body's only way to cool itself suddenly shutting down on a hot summer day. That'd sour her fun real fast... For her part, Yukino was only carrying the bowls, napkins, and a long tablecloth. To be fair, she was also bringing the means of how the ice cream would be made. Sure, it was literally her body, but she was still the one who would be making the ice cream. "Got stuff to make chocolate and vanilla, plus a bunch of toppings."

"Ohh, that sounds delicious," Neki-chan drooled.

"Thanks, I try my best." In addition to her ice cream supplies, Yukino was also carrying a beach towel for herself. She probably wasn't going to go into the water, yes, but she didn't want to sit down directly on the sand. It was warm, which was nice, but Yukino could do without getting sand in her swimsuit...

They crested the hill they were walking up, giving them a good view of the beach.

"Ohhh, that looks beautiful," Neki-chan said.

"Yeah, it is," Yukino agreed. Even though she didn't swim, she could absolutely appreciate the beauty of the sun glittering off the waves. "Right, let me find somewhere to put my stuff. I'll probably need some help bringing the stuff back, but don't worry about helping me keep track of the stuff while we're here."

"Sounds good," Akai-chan said. "Let's find you a spot."

x x x

"Ahhhh~" Yukino sighed, basking in the sun. Her tail wagged a little, then she decided to check on her coolers. She opened one up a crack, sticking a claw in. It felt good, but just to be safe she drained some of the heat from the air in it and refroze the cold water in the ice bag. She did the same for the other cooler, then grimaced and shook out her hands. She hadn't used her Quirk much, but it was always unpleasant when she used it to cool something that was already a little chilly. Yukino rubbed her hands on her tail, which was really warm from the sun because it was covered in black scales.

Once she warmed her hands up, Yukino decided to play around a bit. She put a hand on the sand, careful not to get any under her claws, and activated Cryomancy. The sand frosted over, though Yukino prevented it from freezing together. She lifted up all the sand that she'd frozen in a large clump. Yukino thought for a bit, then formed the sand into a square of walls with little towers in the corner. Then she started with the detail work. She made a largeish (semifunctional) drawbridge on the side facing her, then carved little lines in the walls in the walls to make it look like bricks. She didn't do any details for the drawbridge, though, because she unfortunately wasn't good enough to make wood grain in a little sand drawbridge. It was starting to warm up a bit, so Yukino lightly touched the top of the wall and cooled it back down. Then she froze a bit more sand, using it to make crenellations for the walls and towers. She hummed, thinking of what else she could add to the castle.

"Heads up!" a voice yelled. Yukino snapped her head up just in time to see a beach ball hurtling at her. She quickly caught it with a single hand. A single... clawed hand...

Crud.

Phweee...

Yukino grimaced as the ball started to deflate from the holes she'd accidentally punctured in it with her claws.

"You okay?" Tori-chan asked, walking up to her. It sounded like they were the one who warned her about the ball. Yuu-chan was trailing behind them. "I hit the ball kinda... far... sorry..." They trailed off toward the end, noticing the deflated ball.

Yukino sheepishly removed the ball from her claws, carefully trying to keep it from getting damaged further. "Sorry about that. Claws..." She held the now totally flat ball out to Tori-chan.

They nodded sadly, taking the ball and brandishing their claws with their other hand. "I get how it is..." They sighed, then shook their head a little and smiled. "It's good, it's good. We should've been more careful with the ball."

Yukino nodded. "Still, if you want I can get you a new one later to replace it."

"Oh, no, don't feel the need to do that!" They smiled. "Thanks, but I'll deal with it. Again, sorry for almost hitting you!" They walked off.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Yuu-chan said.

"It's cool, Yuu-chan," Yukino waved him off.

"Are you building a sand castle?" he asked, pointing to her castle.

"Yeah," she said, then noticed it was starting to get close to "melting" again. She quickly refroze the castle. "Using my Quirk to do it. It's practice as well as fun."

"I could give the towers some sprouts, if you want," he said. "They're not flags, but they might make it look nicer?"

Yukino gave him a smile. "That sounds great, but unfortunately I don't know if they'd do well in the cold sand..."

He shook his head slightly. "I can make them cold resistant. Though... they might die soon if I don't sustain them."

Yukino shrugged. "Don't worry about sustaining them. I could try to ice them over once they start wilting. Probably be good practice for something. Thanks, by the way."

He was wearing his box so she couldn't see his mouth, but Yukino had the feeling he was smiling as he put the sprouts on the towers. "Bye," he muttered, then walked off.

Yukino played with the castle for a bit more.

x x x

Yukino hopped up. "Alrighty!" she said with a clap. Some time had passed, and while the sun was still in the sky she felt that she should get started on her ice cream before it got any later. She noticed that some of her classmates, as well as one or two of the teachers, were looking at her now. "I'm gonna be making ice cream soon!" she announced to the people who were looking at her. "Can one of you make sure everyone knows?"

"I'm on it!" Lacca-sensei shouted, giving her a thumbs-up. "Just save me a bowl of rocky road!"

"I literally don't have that but okay," Yukino muttered as her teacher ran off. She shrugged and poked the tablecloth with a foot, using Cryomancy to float it to her hand. She held one end and tossed the other to the side, using her telekinesis to unfurl it. As she did that, she made a table of ice form underneath where it would fall to, making it super thick so it wouldn't melt easily. The tablecloth fell on the ice table a little askew, but Yukino quickly fixed it with telekinesis. She floated the coolers, bowls, spoons, and napkins onto the table next.

Yukino hummed, pulling out the tubs of chocolate- and vanilla-flavored cream in the first cooler that she'd prepared for today with a bit of effort. She'd tried to make sure there was enough for everyone to have at least some of each. She smiled, then pulled out two ice cream scoops in a plastic bag. Yukino pulled out the first one, then uncovered the chocolate cream and dipped it in. She put her other hand over the cream and activated her Quirk. She stirred the cream with both the scoop and the air above it, chilling both. After a few seconds, the cream froze into chocolate ice cream. "Good," she said as she tested the ice cream with the scoop. It wasn't too thick, but not too thin, either. She repeated that with the other scoop and the vanilla cream.

Once both the tubs were done, she rubbed her hands on her tail to warm them up, then put the first cooler under the table and opened up the second one. Honestly she probably didn't have to bring toppings as well, but she wanted to. Plus she could snack on the leftovers later. She pulled out the chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, caramel, whipped cream, and jar of cherries first. Then she took out a couple of the bowls and plastic spoons. She had big bags of chocolate chips (dark, milk, and white), peanut butter chips, peanuts, crushed Oreos, bits of edible cookie dough, and sprinkles in the second cooler as well, of which she poured some of each into the bowls. Then she brought out a label for the peanut products, which she'd made sure to keep away from everything else, for Wolfie-sensei because of his allergies.

"There," she said, then cooled the table down a bit just in case. "Done." She looked up to see that most of the class had formed a line in front of the ice cream. Lacca-sensei was, of course, in the front. "Hey, you don't mind if I get first dibs, do you?" Yukino asked the line. "I did just make it."

"Oh, go ahead!" Lacca-sensei nodded vigorously.

Nobody really objected to that, so Yukino shrugged and took a bowl and a plastic spoon. She took a scoop out of each tub of ice cream with her telekinesis, then put some chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, cookie dough, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, caramel, and whipped cream on it. And finally, a cherry on top. She noticed that the people still in line were staring at her ice cream, though Lacca-sensei, Neki-chan, and Boron had started getting their ice cream behind her. "Alright," she said. "I'm probably gonna stay close to the ice cream table so I can keep it and the ice cream from melting. Call me if you need anything. And I know it goes without saying, but please don't litter. There's a trash bag in one of the coolers, the first person to have to throw out their trash can take that out. Bye."

Yukino walked away, eating a spoonful of ice cream as she did so. She was about to sit down on her beach towel again, but then she saw that Akai-chan was sitting nearby. Yukino set up the table a little too close to her beach towel, actually, so she figured she'd go sit down with her.

"You okay if I sit here?" Yukino asked Akai-chan with a grin.

"Ah, Takeda-kun," she said. "I don't mind."

Yukino sat down on Akai-chan's lap, taking another spoonful of her ice cream.

"I... should've guessed you'd do that..." Akai-chan muttered, her face starting to flush slightly.

"Don't worry," Yukino assured her. "I'll get up if you need me to."

"That's... that's fine," she muttered. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't get any ice cream. I have some residual snake mutations that make cold foods uncomfortable for me."

Yukino shrugged, then tickled Akai-chan's back with her tail. She smiled at the cute noise Akai-chan made. "I get how residual mutations are. The cold can be kinda bad for me, too, though luckily it's not quite bad enough that I can't have ice cream on a warm day if I want to." Yukino took another scoop of her ice cream. "Plus you're not the only one." She pointed at Mulan-sensei. "Think she's just eating crushed Oreos from a bowl."

"You can tell?" Akai-chan asked.

Yukino nodded. "I can feel anything that I've frozen, there's no ice cream in that bowl."

"That's interesting."

"Speaking of, I'm probably gonna go refresh the table and ice cream soon. Wanna keep 'em cool so they don't melt."

Akai-chan nodded. "That makes sense. It is rather warm today."

"Yeah," Yukino said, licking her lips to get a bit of chocolate off. "I like the heat, so it's nice." Yukino got up, stretching a bit. "Anyways, I'm gonna go cool off." She gave Akai-chan a quick peck on the cheek before walking off. Again, she smiled at the adorable squeak that Akai-chan made. She kept her smile as she walked over to the table and tapped it with her Quirk cooling it back down and reinforcing it. She shook out her hand, then walked over to the tubs of ice cream. "Hey, mind if I cool the ice cream off real quick?" Yukino asked Yuu-chan and Wolfie-sensei, who were about to serve themselves some ice cream. "Gotta make sure it stays cool."

Wolfie-sensei nodded. "Go right ahead, I don't mind."

"Yeah," Yuu-chan said. "Thank you."

Yukino gave them a grin, then grabbed the handles of the scoops and used them to chill the ice cream again. "The handles might be a little cold now," she warned, "sorry."

"That's fine," Yuu-chan said, then took some ice cream. "Thanks for the ice cream, by the way!"

"You're welcome," Yukino responded. "I'm gonna go now." She walked back to Akai-chan, chuckling to herself over the fact that she was still blushing over the kiss.

x x x

Yukino hummed to herself as they walked back to the dorms, carrying her beach towel, the trash bag, and the leftover bowls and stuff. "Today was nice," she said.

"Yeah," Neki-chan agreed, carrying one of the coolers again. "And thanks for the ice cream! It was so good!"

Yukino nodded. "You're welcome. That was nice, though I think if I do it again I might wanna prepare something for people who don't like or can't have cold treats." As she said that, she winked at Akai-chan.

Akai-chan raised her eyebrow at the wink but said, "That... does sound nice, yes. I can't wait to see what you make, Takeda-kun."

Yukino smiled at her. "Thanks, Akai-chan. I won't disappoint you!"

#taiyuu oct #taiyuu ocs #bnha ocs #takeda yukino #naishin-sunomu seisho #tsuneki aoi #jamie aguilero #mochizuki tofu #chikyu tane #kuzu onoma #nerva rekka #jailong chen

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ashley-jones · 3 years

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The Kings Mate

Chapter 19

A Kiss Of Cherries And Smoke

Warning: smoking/vaping, slight grinding, and cursing

Night had hit pretty quickly, Jaken and Rin setting up camp while going on and on with each other. Luna escaping to change her bandages, with Sesshomaru watching over her. She slipped her cover up off and pulled her bralette from her body letting it fall to the ground, leaving her in her lace black bra.

She sat down on her knees undoing the bandages and slipped them from her skin and dropping them to the floor. She began cleaning the wound, her hands shaking as she held back cries. The demon took notice of this and stood up walking over and kneeling beside her, pushing her hand away. “I-I’m sorry..” she whispered.

He kept quiet and began cleaning the wound, slowly and carefully. Her hands nimbly bringing out the new bandages, pulling open the package; not bumping into the males hands. She set them down on her lap and watched the concentration in the demons eyes. “What would have happened to me if he hadn’t have let me go..?” her voice was soft. His hands froze but he didn’t look up at her. “Nothing. I would have found you before he could even dare to touch you.” he growled.

She blushed and nodded looking down no longer saying anything as he wrapped the fresh bandages around her. “He would have mated you.” he stated after a while. Her eyes widened slightly before nodding letting out a light whine. He stood up letting her know he finished and walked back to his seating area, so he could watch after her and the other two.

She sat in the clearing for a while, showing no signs of sleep, her mod hanging from her hand as she’s hardly even used it like she does in her era. Cherry flavor was leaking from her lips each time she let out a cloud of smoke. She sat a good ways from the group showing respect so that she wasn’t causing any harm to the child’s lungs like she was doing to herself.

Kagome hated that she did this while their mom had no idea. The two would always go back and forth about it but Luna never showed any sign of quitting, nor was Kagome going to force her to..

Sesshomaru could smell the sweet scent coming from the female, but didn’t question it as he just left her be. But the didn’t stop his beast from yelling at him to find out what she was doing.

Finally the demon gave into his beasts commands and stood up walking over and sitting down beside the teen, looking up at the moon where the female was looking. “What that scent..?” he asked. His voice was smooth and deep, but also quiet. She looked at him and then looked down at the mod in her lap. “Cherry.. It’s a sweet fruit” she said softly.

“You brought fruit..?” he questioned. She laughed softly and shook her head, lifting the object off her lap and showing him. “No.. It’s coming from this. It’s an object from the future, it’s called a vape, or a mod. The flavor is cherries..Pretty much the only one I can handle..” she explained, to her best ability. He raised an eyebrow now fully understanding but soon grabbed the teens chin and leaned down his nose against hers.

Her eyes widened slightly and the mod fell from her hands, her lips parting and let out a shaky breath. He could smell the sweetness so much better now that her lips were parted, but he found himself becoming amused with how she reacted. Her cheeks were now a bright red, and one of her hand were attached to his sleeve.

His lips soon found hers, in which she gasped in surprise; but she kissed back. Eyes closing and hand finding it way to the full demons cheek. Lips pressed firmly against each other, his hand moving down to her side and pushing her forward and against him.

A muffled moan went against his own when he brough her body into his lap, his lips trailing down her cheek and directly to her throat, fangs tracing the delicate flesh. Her hands gripped his shoulders, as quiet whined left her lips. His clawed hand was laid in the middle of her back pushing her body down and against him. The scent of innocence running off her body sending his beast into a rut, her perfume and the fruit making her even more irresistible.

“Damn human..” he growled against her throat. He pushed her body down and sliding ontop of her, hands gripping every part of her body. Her back arched when his hips pushed directly against her, knees pushing against his hips, the hilt of the three sword hitting her thigh. Sweet quiet moans leaving her lips as he continued grinding into her, deep growls vibrating against her throat.

Her fingers entangling in the demons locks, and quikcly moved her head back and pressed her lips against his kissing him, tongues battling for dominance; the demon obviously winning. Finally the demon pushed directly up against hers, clothes discarded and his fangs dug into the crook of her throat, causing moans to leave her lips as her innocence was taken by the demon lord.

The next morning the teen awoke to the warm air and the sun light shining brightly. She shifted and placed her arm over the one that was wrapped around her waist. She slowly turned around so she was facing the male. She smiled and leaned up placing a soft kiss on his cheek and then movin beast slowly getting dressed before the others awoke. The daiyokai shifting and sitting up soon doing the same, but before the female could put her shirt on he stopped her and licked across a mark and but down onto it, a gasp leaving her lips.

Her head landed back against his shoulder, eyes shut and lips parted as he bit into her shoulder. A mating mark.. “Sesshomaru..” she whispered. He moved away licking the blood from her shoulder and then placed a chaste kiss against her cheek. He then stood up putting his kimono on and placing the sword firmly by his side.

Luna stood up and leaned against a tree looking up at the demon who moved close to her, he leaned down kissing her softly but deeply.

Inutaisho has been quiet, hasn’t spoke to her at all just stares at her in her dreams. Staring at her with this disappointment glare, and she didn’t understand why. What she allowed to happen, was it wrong? Was she not the one Sesshomaru was supposed to be with..? Was it wrong to allow the daiyokai to mate her..

The idea of not knowing truly scared her..And she was too scared to question Sesshomaru, and don’t dare to ask Toga.. she just didn’t understand..

Maybe it was wrong, but it didn’t feel wrong. Maybe what she was doing was an awful thing, but on the other hand it didn’t feel awful.. She felt happy, and her stomach filled with butterflies each time his lips touched hers. Shivers ran down her spine each time his hand touched her.

It all felt right.

Nothing at all felt wrong.

They’re lips parted and he rested his forehead against hers. He fell down the same path of his father, but he refused to leave his mate to fend for herself; he will be there to protect her no matter the situation. And when time will come he will be there for her to bare his children. His hand to hold and shoulder to cry on, he’ll be there right by her side as her husband, mate, and king.

She was his, just he was hers.

And the moment she stepped foot into this era, they’re fate was already decided.

Now nothing will tear them apart, not another, not himself, and certainly not death.

They were bounded together, by mark, and by love.

The Lord Sesshomaru has fallen into the same fate as his father, of falling in love with a human woman.

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Letters, pt 1.

It started with Hounding.

The giant purpleblood had just gotten up no more than an hour ago. He had showered, dressed, and gotten his facepaint on, then stepped out of his respiteblock to see Ashhur already awake, too.

The mutant was on the lounge plank, dressed in nothing but a pair of running shorts- it will forever bother Hounding how little clothing the kid chose to wear-, scrolling on the palmhusk Hounding had gotten him; he struggled with it because of his long claws, but he’d figured out how to finagle his fingers just right that he could at least tap apps and scroll on it. Two of his eyes glanced up as Hounding came into the room.

“- .... . -- .- .. .-.. .--- ..- ... - -.-. .- -- . -... -.-- ·-·-·-*” He said, his fins flickering. Hounding looked away from the abomination on his couch, feeling his bilesack clench; even though he’d agreed to take Ashhur in as an apprentice, it was still disgusting to see such a blatant mutant speak in a comfortable manor with him. He was getting used to it in increments, but still. *(The mail just came by.)

“THaNks, CUllbaiT.” Hounding grumbled, turning towards the door, “Have ya eaTeN yeT?” Ashhur made a sound that meant ‘yes’. “THeN geT Ta work.” Hounding said shortly, shoving the door open and heading outside.

As he walked towards his mailbox, he worked his jaw back and forth, his tusks scratching on his cheeks. At least the kid was hard working and loyal, he thought; he at least seemed dedicated to getting stronger, being an attentive student these past few months. He slacked on chores and even fell asleep when Hounding explained the inner workings of them Empire to him, but... he was trying, and Hounding could at least find something mildly admirable in that.

Shaking the thoughts away- his dedication had nothing to do with the fact he was still a mutant freak- he reached the end of his lawnring and opened his mailbox, which was mounted on his fence; a wrought iron fence surrounded Hounding’s hive, with a sweeping, black gate closed over the end of his scuttlebuggy parking sector. His mailbox had a opening on one side of the fence, and one on his side, which he popped open.

Grabbing the handful of communication papers, he turned and began walking back up to his hive as he shuffled them. A letter from the Church, a paycheck from one of his recent hits- which one was that from? Ah, yes, the teal freak with six eyes. Hounding needed to finish painting his skull- and a few worthless slips.

Under all of it, though, was a dark green envelope, sealed shut with golden wax. The stamp in the wax looked like the sun, with eight little bubbles between eight, wiggly rays. There was no return address. If it was about another job, there usually wasn’t. Although it was the Church that gave him his targets, he did occasionally get contacted by other purples asking for his help.

He ducked inside and made his way to the meal block, where he tossed the rest of the letters onto the island. Scooping a Faygo out of the meal vault, he paused to glance out the window; Ashhur was in the back lawnring, rigorously pulling himself up on a pull bar, his fins flared as he heaved himself upwards. Hounding had an entire gym’s worth of workout equipment in his back lawnring, and he’d been putting Ashhur to work on it nearly nightly. The mutant’s tattoos seemed to shimmer as he let himself drop from the bar, before he turned and moved towards the dirt track to run laps, grabbing a hydration bottle on his way.

Hounding turned away from the window and sat down at his table, flicking the lid off his soda. He took a swig of the cherry flavored, sugary goodness as he slit the envelope open with his claw and pulled out the papers, which he unfolded to read:

“My dearest Hounding~,

It is so lovely to 7inally contact you~. I do hope you are well~. I must say, I am quite impressed with you, sir~. I do apologize 7or contacting in such an archaic way, but I 7ear I would be 7ound out if I simply texted you~. Someone like me can’t a77ord to let that happen~. However, who I am is unimportant at the moment~. Indeed, Master Ur7ath, it is the jobs and money you care 7or, oui~? 7air enough, but I know you also enjoy one other thing: Revenge~.

Your nemesis, the one who calls himsel7 Innocent, is whom I am re7erring to~. You poor man, you struggled so long to hunt him down and cull him, and he came back to li7e~! It is too cruel, no~? I understand you have given up your pursuit of him, which is, truly, understandable~. A thousand years dead, best to let old bones lie, no~?

Ah, but even i7 Master Gorsin is no longer a target, you still consider him an abomination because o7 his bright hue~. I weep for that, Master Ur7ath~. I weep~! You have culled many I could have helped~! Ah, well~. Not all can be saved by the Unholy Atrocity~. Where was I? Oh, yes~!

I am sure you’re aware that Master Gorsin managed to produce a descendant~. A boy named Vornik Gorsin, who lives in the mountains~? Perhaps not, he does not have very many contacts~. A lonely boy, no~? Hoho, but I digress~. I7 you do not intend to kill Innocent, then perhaps you can still rid this world of what you consider 7ilth~. I do not condone this behavior, Master Ur7ath, I would rather see the boy saved, but he may be past salvation~.

7or you, his culling would be another retch exterminated from this world~. It would be quite the mortal wound in Master Gorsin’s side, too, no~? I cannot pay 7or this to happen- I cannot soil my silken gloves, and I personally wish no harm on Vornik’s hide- but it something to consider~. Perhaps it would be a 7itting test 7or your student~? Vornik and Ashhur are cousins o7 sorts; imagine the drama it would cause~! Not just between them, but their ancestors~! Oh I do revel in such theatrics~! It is all your choice, o7 course. I am just o77ering some 7ood 7or thought~.

Eternally yours, through the hell7ire o7 the Horrendous Monstrosity, The Blind Phoenix~.”

Hounding set the letter down, leaning back in his seat. He took another swig of Faygo, staring up at the chandelier above as he thought. Whoever this motherfucker was, they were trying to use him. He was smart enough to see that, even if it was written in a hideously, overly fancy style. Then again... he had always thought himself a tool, a weapon for his Empire and Church to wield at their discretion. Being used was his purpose.

Whoever the ‘Blind Phoenix’ was, they’d made some very good points. But it didn’t sit well with Hounding, how much this stranger knew about him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he looked back down at the letter.

After a long moment, he tipped his Faygo back and drained it, before he got to his feet. Picking up the letter, he tossed it into the waste trap before he stepped outside.

As he did so, Ashhur was coming up from one of his laps around the track. Noticing Hounding, he changed course and jogged up to him, his chest heaving for breath. The mutant put his hands behind his head, his gills flapping as he took deep inhales, his curly hair drenched with sweat.

“.. ... ... --- -- . - .... .. -. --. - .... . -- .- - - . .-. --··-- -- .- ... - . .-. ..- .-. ..-. .- - .... ··--··*“ He clicked. *(Is something the matter, Master Urfath?)

Hounding looked down at his charge for a long minute, before he smiled. “AiN’T NoTHiN’ wroNg, CUllbaiT. I goT a job for yoU.”

#letters #pt 1 #the hounding #ashhur jaybez #vornik gorsin #the blind phoenix #413 event #long post

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rimeshard · 5 years

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Auspicious Accoutrements Menu

[ EERIE ENDOWMENTS ]

Consumables kept in stock and in multiples. Bulk orders are also available.

[ Mind Freezy-pop ]

A frozen treat, shaped in a real* skull mold and designed to resemble a humanoid skull. Wrapped in wax paper. The Freezy-pop is a delicious frozen confection; an ice cream bar with a rich cherry-vanilla flavor, ribboned throughout with a thick cherry jam and then surrounded in a crackable white chocolate shell to mirror a skull. Our apologies in advance to potential Forsaken customers who may have, in their excitement, have mistakenly believed that the Mind Freezy-Pop was, in fact, a real brain.

• Fee: Ten silver pieces per confection. *Not responsible for shards of skull left from the molding process. [ Trio Finale ]

A triad of chocolate candies, hand-poured by chocolatiers and trained wights into shaped molds, formed into frosting-piped, festive skulls. The largest skull is a milk chocolate with peanut butter filling; the second largest is a white chocolate with fudge filling, and the third and smallest is a dark chocolate with caramel filling.

Each set of dazzling confectionery skulls comes dressed in a foil nesting, and arrives in a black paper box with a satin bow for easy gifting. No skull fragmentation, insects, corpse parts or eyeball jellies used! Only all-natural cocoa beans sourced from Azeroth’s finest culinary suppliers. These handmade chocolates make a fantastic and thoughtful gift for loved ones. Memento socolata!

• Fee: Five gold pieces per gift box. *All cocoa beans are ethically sourced from reliable culinary suppliers. [ Sugar-Spun Sindragosa Wings ]

A delicious treat wrapped in wax paper to prevent any spoiling, melting or soiling of delicate sugars. These cotton candy wings are formed along a curved and spiked folded-paper cone with several prongs - not just a usual horizontal stick - designed to replicate the Queen of the Frostbrood’s immensely powerful skeletal pinions. There are layers of blue, white and black dyed sugars expertly heated, liquified and blown through a centrifuge onto all of the forks of the cone, generously coating it with several layers of depth.

Goblin confectionery technology has allowed us to have these treats imbued with the ability to cheerfully chill the consumer’s tongue when eating; presumably by a food-safe chemical. Presumably.

• Fee: Fifty silvers per wrapped bag of cotton candy. [ Demonsbone Armor Polish ]

Said to be pilfered from the private stash of the Deathlord, this special armor polish is bespeckled with pulverized, demon-bone-laced and overall exceedingly coarse grade sand, sourced from beneath Acherus’ current holding pattern on the Shore. It’s extra exfoliating!*

This polish is full of gristle and grit, ready to take on the most stubborn stains and buff out the worst of your armor’s scuffs. Works great on bloodstains!

*Not recommended for use on bare skin or near open wounds due to the latent demonic energies found within the powdered bones of numerous hellspawn.

The inscription on the tin reads: “Strong enough for a Deathlord, made from several mortals.”

• Fee: One gold coin per tin pot of polish. When generously measured, there’s roughly ten applications of polish. [ Blind-Bagged Bone Shards ]

These are organically sourced bone fragments in a linen bag, lovingly collected from the bottom of emptied corpse wagons. Endless uses! Jab them into eye sockets! Embed them into the exposed flesh of foes, transmitting illnesses - or a fountain of ravenous mites! Easily employ biological warfare from the comfort of mounted combat! These shards are pre-diseased pre-packaged at random for your enjoyment.

These are what amount to be a gashapon of racial bones. Collect (nearly) all* of Azeroth’s races!

• Fee: Twenty-five silver pieces per palm-sized canvas bag. * those not commonly raised into service with the Deathlord’s forces will not be found within these bags (Nightborne Highmountain, etc.) [ Bottled Smolder ]

Eternally hot to the touch, this skull-shaped glass bottle spews a seemingly unending blackened cloud of hot ash and smoke, sourced directly from the bottoms of the ever-bellowing runeforges of the dread citadel Acherus.

A resourceful smith can add these ashes to their own forge for an extra burst of heat, or a crafty criminal can use the bottle’s nearly never-ending smoke to facilitate a quick getaway when needed.

• Fee: Twenty-five silver pieces per bottle. Bottles are swaddled in a cloth due to risk of breakage. [ Noth’s Special Brew ]

( MANDATED WARNING: Aged Like Fine Wine Very Expired )

The Plaguebringer was one of Kel’thuzad’s most trusted lieutenants, responsible for refining the process that distilled the souls of the living into the mindless shackles of undeath.

He also considered himself a pretty good microbrewer, if you consider a cauldron ‘micro’.

Simmered with what were once fresh skulls and plague gas, several Knights of the Ebon Blade smuggled away unbroken bottles of the end product for - well, who knows why. Nostalgia? Death Knights are odd creatures, to say the least. Either way, this stuff has the consistency of road tar. It’s a restorative - but intended for the undead. The living are not advise to taste-test it.

• Fee: 50 silver pieces per bottle. [ Death Rattle ]

Half of an ornately carved femur of indeterminate source. It has several holes bored into it, with phalanges loosely lashed through in intervals into its hollowed-out core, all secured with knots of thin leather strips that create a “rain stick” sound effect when violently shaken.

Previously used as an unending voiceless battle cry in large groups of skeletal soldiers, the low clatter of restless bones in the Rattle echoed across the berth of a battlefield as a murmur that suffused the righteous enemies of the Scourge with disorienting fear.

( * Rhythmically oscillating a Rattle before a battle fills one with D E T E R M I N A T I O N. )

• Fee: Four gold coins per Rattle. Repeated shaking of the Death Rattle will cause it to glow blue. (That’s its attack.) [ Fizzing Scream Soda ]

This deliciously light and foamy soda is brewed in a secretive location within the continent of Pandaria, using only the finest freshly harvested vanilla bean pods to give off the flavor of a chilly scooped cone of ice cream on a warm Midsummer day.

Bottled in a festively oblong glass canister instead of a usually-shaped tall bottle, the contents give off the impression of a grinning skull when opened by way of the fizz rushing to the cap and, incidentally, forming foam pockets that resemble eye, nose and teeth sockets. Due to industrialized Gnomish partnership in funding and engineering of additives and chemicals, this soda will stay fizzy every time the top is screwed back on and reopened; guaranteed to provide an effervescent drinking experience until the bottle is drained dry.

• Fee: Fifty silver coins for a pack of six soda bottles. [ Defective “Runeblades” ]

Have you ever wanted to know what it feels like to be a Death Knight, without swearing an unbreakable oath to the undying multitude? Perhaps you’ve envisioned yourself gallantly swinging a glowing runeblade into battle on a risen deathcharger, charging forth in the name of the Lich King to slay His your enemies? Now is your chance to do so! Pick up one of the Blade’s discarded blades, each with misshapen, maligned or otherwise inert runes, which are guaranteed to not horribly disfigure or corrupt you instantly upon its holding unlike SOME worthless fallen blonde-haired paladins who are not fit to be mentioned, much less considered to marshal the most ravenous host! Enjoy all the benefits of acting as a Death Knight without inflicting a swathe of destruction to sate a gnawing need to execute atrocious acts, commanded by He who rests unsleeping upon the Frozen Throne!

• Fee: Ten gold coins per ”relatively harmless”, but still very sharp, sword. [ Herbal Poultices ]

A prepared collection of medicinal herbs safely gathered from the Plaguelands, harvested and packaged by skillfully trained geists. Guaranteed to soothe the scrapes and bruises of even the most damned still shambling upon the face of Azeroth and beyond.

These linen-bag sealed poultices contain Black Lotus pods, hints of peeled and dried Life Root, and the usually impossible to find, emaciated petals and pods of the extinct herb Arthas’ Tears.

Skilled herbalists and physicians may be able to recover and repurpose rare seeds from these plants’ pods and casings.

• Fee: Fifty silver pieces per pack of two poultices. [ Lichfire Contacts ]

As an undead creature with a hollowed skull and ever-present lich-fire eyes, have you grown tired of bearing the same ocular colors day in and day out? Has the monotony of your pallid skin extended even to the sightless eyes with which you view an uncaring world that sees you as an ally of convenience at best, and a menacing threat to the living at worst? Is it not even worth having eyelids anymore? Change your worldview with these easily replaceable lenses! These are thick glass plates, hand-shaped by our sturdiest ghouls with the steadiest claws, guaranteed to not have any unsightly flaws to snag on your inner eye tissue! Designed to fit into a corpse’s emptied sockets with ease, these refractive dyed lenses will distort the colors of your lich-fire to entirely new spectrums of entertaining colors, while allowing you to retain your perfect vision!

[ NOTE: Do not attempt to use on the living, or those with functional eyeballs. Does not enhance vision; lenses are cosmetic only. Do not stack multiple lenses for a rainbow effect. Lenses are susceptible to high heat, and will melt into your skull. Do not use in any combat situation; shards of glass are not refundable, especially when dug used out of an eye socket. ]

• Fee: Two gold coins per set of colored contacts. Custom colors may be ordered and shipped to an address of choice.

💀 [ Curios & Rarities ] 💀

Riley is pleased to be able to offer a constantly changing list of rare, unique items and odd curios at each market she attends. Due to the structure of that item list, those items cannot feasibly be maintained on two separate menus at the same time.

If you are curious as to what this list of items entails, please view the main catalog: http://tiny.cc/accoutrefence. ( Be aware that this is a large Slides catalog and may take some time to load! )

#accoutrefence

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thebestworsething · 2 years

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I ache for your presence. I haven't seen you in so long, that it physically hurts.

I asked myself last night if I was in love with you or just the thought of you, and I realized I was, definitely 100% in love with you. Unconditionally in love with you.

Only God knows how much I miss the days and nights we had together, and I know I fucked it up, but we'd be able to maybe patch it up one day.

I miss being apart of your daily routine. I miss the way you smile at me, when you're out with me. And the way your presence brought me comfort in ways I can't explain. I miss the nights of driving around endlessly just for an escape. And I still randomly smell your tropical mango flavored flum from time to time.

I miss that Saturday night where we went off roading in the wagon with your brother. And then came back to the hang out spot to meet up with the rest of the guys. I was cold so you let me into your car and blasted the heater for me. Then we went out to a playground with the guys but we didn't stay cause I think you knew I wouldn't get out of the car for the sake of being cold. We drove around more so and went to Walmart, McDonalds and then Arco for snacks. It was one of the best nights I ever had. And I wonder sometimes if you ever felt the way I feel about you.

Even if in this life we fall apart, and never talk again. I want you to know I would never forget you. You've been the best thing that happened to me in the last 6 months, yet also the worse.

I know there's a lot of changes happening in your life, and I'm not sure if I can keep up as long as you have your girl by your side. But you'll never be forgotten.

I'll never be able to look at black cherry white claws, 805 beer, and tropical/red bang flavored flums without thinking about you. Thank you for this chapter in my life. I'll miss you for a very long time, I hope you come back soon.

Lord knows I hope you remember me. And maybe one day, if things don't work with your girl, you'll stop avoiding the things I invite you to and the messages I send.

What are you afraid of?

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seoulfulcity · 6 years

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August 3, 2018: As the Sun Sets - In Banpo

Golden hour is over; we threw our caps in the air during the evening of graduation; now we were watching our final sunsets in Banpo Hangang Park.

Night is falling and our time in Seoul is ending.

안녕하세요,

Friday, August 3, 2018: Water hell!

I was supposed to go do a tour around the Blue House (청와대/Cheong Wa Dae), the official residence of South Korea's president, Moon Jaein, at 2 PM. We were supposed to meet in front of Gyeongbokgung Palace at 1:30, and my plan was to go earlier and tour around the palace, since it's already been six weeks, yet I still needed to visit the most popular tourist spot in Seoul.

I woke up at 11 AM, just in time for Davy's Cheong Wa Dae tour to start, and checked my phone to see how hot it was.

"Feels like 114 degrees".

Well, that was the end of my day. I suppose I could always visit the palace on my next visit in Seoul. If it survived thousands of years, I was certain it will survive just a few years more.

My phone lit up with messages from Kakao Talk.

Our Naengmyeon Homies group chat was living up to its name. Valentino wanted to leave at 11:45 AM as he was still finishing his draft to send to the KUISC director in regards to Minki-hyung (민기형) not getting his certificate for participating in the buddy program. They said that since he missed the Boryeong Mud Festival (he told them he was sick, but we know he went to the booze cruise with us), he lost participation points, therefore rendering him unable to receive a certificate. Of course Minki-hyung (민기형) was very upset, so as a group, we started sending the KUISC director emails proving why Minki-hyung (민기형) deserved that certificate and the Best Buddy award that was given during graduation.

Even though Minki-hyung (민기형) didn't win Best Buddy award, the whole auditorium knew how popular and special he is to our group since we were the only ones to cheer for him every time his face showed up on the KUISC highlights video.

Valentino said Cara woke up vomiting but was still willing to get bibim-naengmyeon with us; so, we met up in front of Frontier House and went to the usual naengmyeon place, just by the cheap kimbap restaurant.

During our naengmyeon meal, Cara nonchalantly grabbed the mini trash bin on our table and vomited. Only I and a Korean lady next to us noticed her vomiting. Valentino, who was sitting next to Cara, looked over the table next to her to see the Korean motioning him to check on Cara with her eyes.

After the meal, we decided to mix our credit cards on the table and pick one card to pay the bill with, and I didn't realized I whipped out my Frontier key card; Cara also did the same, but after we left the restaurant, she noticed that she forgot her Frontier key card on the table and she pushed me to ask if they have it on the counter, which they did.

Water hell! Did I just have a déjà vu moment?

On the way back to Frontier, we talked about how much we would miss Sulbing and authentic bingsu in Seoul, so we stopped by Anouk, a bingsu place just next to the Frontier stairs. We got the God of Bingsu for ₩18,000 with green tea, black choco, and red cherry flavors.

While waiting for our bingsu, we started creating memes from last night's drinking videos, such as Joyce saying "water hell" really fast.

We would make terrible memes incorporating "water" and "hell" together so much that Hyungki-hyung (형기형) asked the group chat:

Hyungki-hyung (형기형): wth is water hell

In which Cara corrected him with "water hell is water hell"

Our table erupted in laughter.

Matt also took a picture of the sign in Anouk directing where to get water and attached the word "hell" by it, and also posted a link to an apparent email he sent to the KUISC director in the group chat, just for it to be redirected in a never ending page of "water hell" repeated over and over.

Water hell, right?

We went back to our dorms and I sat on the lounge in the third floor just to cool off and I started realizing how empty it was becoming. It used to be loud and busy, with Ben's music playing in one end of the floor and guys singing across the other end.

Naengmyeon and bingsu left me tired, so I slept through the rest of the afternoon.

I woke up at 7 PM to the group chat in Banpo Hangang Park for the Dokkaebi Night Market (도깨비야시장). We've been talking about going to Dokkaebi Night Market since we saw the posters in Line 6 during the first weeks in KUISC yet nobody had decided when and where to go, since the night market was every weekend in four places: Dongdaemun Design Plaza, Cheonggyecheon Stream (Mojeongyo Bridge-Gwangtonggyo Bridge), Yeouido Hangang Park, and Banpo Hangang Park.

I wanted to go to Yeouido Hangang Park since it's the biggest out of the four and I haven't been to the park and took a picture with the "I Seoul You" sign; but Minki-hyung (민기형) insisted we go to Banpo Hangang Park because he's never been there and it's still as lively even though there's less people than Yeouido Hangang Park. This was going to be our last hangout in Seoul together.

I arrived at Banpo Hangang Park at 9 PM and bought pork tteokbokki and earl gray chocolate latte at Oppa truck with Carolina before heading to the center of the park just next to the Banpo Bridge with her, Matt, Florence, Minki-hyung (민기형), Jordan, Harley, Peter, Darren, Cindy, Angela, Lina, Maite, and Davy. Angela's roommate was kind enough to let us borrow a picnic blanket, so we sat down and played music with Matt's speaker.

Of course, since iKON just released their mini album Continue the day before, I blasted "죽겠다 (Killing Me)" during the night.

After being six weeks in Seoul, I never had the chance to try dakgangjeong (닭강정/sweet and spicy chicken), so I went back to buy a sweet dakgangjeong (닭강정) at Double 8.

Wendelyn joined us after; Valentino and Cara wanted to join with us too, but being too far from Frontier made them not want to go and asked us to meet with us around Anam later instead.

Darren, Angela, Cindy, Harley, Jordan and I went to the opposite side of the bridge to Sebitseom (세빛섬), which are artificial islands with different centers and buildings, such as for arcade games, performing arts, etc.

We took the bus and subway going home, where Davy taught me and Lina some tricks to work the Rubik's cube, although we both did not pick up any new knowledge.

Erin messaged us that she was giving away her remaining 10+ SF9's Sensuous albums from when she bought 40 albums to try and get a fan sign pass to meet the boy group.

When we reached Anam, everybody dispersed but Wendelyn, Florence, Matt, and I headed to McDonald's to meet with Valentino and Cara. Peter volunteered to pick up the box of SF9 albums at CJ International from Erin and kept it in his room until I picked it up later that night. We stopped by the arcade place where Wendelyn was trying to win a white bear plush. There was a guy next to us on the Pokémon claw machine trying to get bulbasaur, which was on the verge of falling. He left to get his money changed and I tried my luck to get the Pokémon plush - which I did.

My first ever claw machine win.

Matt had to drag us out of the arcade place because we were so close to spending a lot of money to get Wendelyn her white bear.

At McDonald's, I had Valentino sign my taegukgi (태극기) since he was leaving in the morning to reunite with his family in Seoul, before leaving for Japan.

They all headed straight to a noraebang (노래방), but I wasn't worried about not going because I would still see them the next day. I went back to my dorm to start packing and picked up the SF9 box from Peter, which included a Blackpink poster and BAP's Ego album. Thanks Erin!

Sophie wanted one copy of the album for each version, while Valentino, Matt, and Cara each wanted one for their own. Carolina asked to keep the remaining albums so she could mail them back home in Brazil.

I finished packing my main luggage within minutes, just for me to finally realize that I needed to buy another one. I was so terrified that I might be charged excess because the main luggage only had souvenirs and extra materials I collected and bought from all the way in Hong Kong two months ago. I really needed to get an extra bag to fit in my clothes.

It was barely 2 AM and everybody was still at the noraebang (노래방) and Lina wanted to meet up with me in front of Frontier so we could head to meet with the group together; but first, she needed to pick up a few things from Maite at the Global House. Maite was leaving in the morning and gave us a Don Q Pasion Puerto Rican rum since she couldn't take it back with her to Puerto Rico.

Sophie. Thai. Jon. Maite. Four gone, more to go.

Lina needed to stack up on the cheap cigarettes in Seoul for her to take home to Singapore, in which she bought a total of 21 packs from two convenience stores. The poor guys working probably had so much questions by the way their eyes reacted when Lina told them to give her 21 packs with her basic Korean skills.

Her biggest worry is getting them through the Singaporean customs since the country places a very expensive tax on cigarettes.

So, Lina and I were on our way to the noraebang (노래방), when we bumped into Darren, who was headed home and invited him to join us.

"I can't. Maybe next time?" he said.

"There will never be a next time," Lina responded. That phrase hit me how close we are to perhaps never seeing each other again.

That was the last time I would ever see Darren.

At the noraebang (노래방), Matt and Cara were screaming love songs, while rocking their head back and forth as if they were hosting a screamo concert. Wendelyn, Valentino, Asra, Salli, Joyce, Florence, and Peter were sitting around Matt and Cara, while drinking soju bottles and Maite's Puerto Rican rum. Salli was so excited to pour everyone a cup of the rum, since, as another Puerto Rican, it was her favorite alcoholic drink.

We all knew that it was going to our last noraebang (노래방) session together, so when we ended our final one with the most iconic song of the last six weeks.

김범수의 "보고 싶다"/Kim Beomsu's "Bogo Shipda/I Miss You".

Matt, Tino, Cara, and Peter hailed a taxi cab to take them back to Frontier House since they were feeling lazy walking back up the Frontier stairs (and the taxi cab was only ₩3,000), while Lina and I walked on the way back. She picked up extra cardboard boxes so she could place her excess luggage in it and ask Florence to mail them to her home in Singapore.

It was four in the morning on Saturday, August 4. I was leaving South Korea the next day.

When I returned to my dorm, Matt messaged us a copy of the email he sent to the KUISC director regarding Minki-hyung (민기형)'s buddy certificate, which showcased how much he went above and beyond his responsibilities to make sure we had the best six weeks to the point that he wasn't even our buddy anymore. He was our friend who had partaken in every single adventure with us in KUISC and outside the program.

Minki-hyung (민기형) welcomed all of us (group 3 or not) into the circle and we really appreciate him immensely.

The group chat became emotional and started reminiscing the funny memories we had created with Minki-hyung (민기형) in the last six weeks. We really hope to reunite with him one day, but until then!

고마워요,

Chris 「크리스」

P.S. The homecoming event for the students who just came back from studying abroad is tomorrow, so I hope to use that event as a means to relive the good times and as a reminder to never forget everyone's contribution to making this year's summer worthwhile.

P.P.S. I hope to finish writing and post the fourth and final blog of the "As the Sun Sets" series, which is the last blog of my entire study abroad adventures within the next few days. I plan to follow up with a few blogs on the homecoming event and some informational blogs regarding the study abroad program.

#abroad #international summer campus #isc #ku #study #summer #korea university #korea #seoul

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Beer style Guide

Beer is the most favorite drink in the world. Beer is the world’s oldest prepared alcoholic drink. Beer has more flavor and color combination than any other drinks. With all this possible styles and taste nobody can puts beer in corner. Beer is the cornerstone of human culture. We were making beer before we made the pyramid, and even though the pyramid thing got a little cold, we were still making it. Talk about staying strong. Before us starting we want to share with you. How to order your favorite beer? You don’t have to do anything in it, just open your mobile and search on Goggle chrome like alcohol delivery nearby me, liquor store nearby me etc. and then you have just click on Drinkerrs and order your favorite beer from us. So let’s start.

What is beer?

Beer is an alcoholic beverage is produced by extracting raw material with water, boiling and fermenting. Luckily for beer lovers and beer novices everywhere, the basic formula of beer is in same centuries: Beer is a fermented, alcoholic product of carefully blended water, malt, hops and yeast. It’s one of the most popular drinks on earth. Hasn’t had it? You simply must. So what’s in that glass and how did it get so delicious? The engine behind the beer is a grain called barley. It looks flawless as it flows in the field or on the wind, but barley is capable of a greater range of colors and flavors than wine-made grapes.

Beer Style

There is two main families: ale and lager. As a rule, ales ferment quickly at room temperature. Lagers take their time in the cold. In these families, you will basically find all your favorite drinks. We could never go one style in all beer; every beer flavor has different style to drinks. There is different type of beer styles and beer names, it’s tough to remember, so we are creating list of some type of beer.

Ale Styles

Ale is a type of beer using warm fermentation method, resulting in a sweet, full bodied and fruity taste. In fact, more craft beers are ales. Why? Ales tend to be fruiter, flavorful and aggressive on occasion. Let’s start the few favorite’s flavors.

American Pale Ale

American Pale Ale is a style of pale ale developed in the United States. Americans offer more malt-hop balances than pale genuine IPAs, remembering age more than that. The one who started everything is the highly balanced Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. If you haven't tried it, adapt yourself and order today.

Hazy IPA

Here is a Hazy IPA. This Hazy IPA is one of the best are deliciously juicy, aromatic and slightly creamy. Hazy IPA is the always fresh, and fresh is always best for the human body, so shop your local store.

India Pale ale

India Pale ale is a hoppy beer style within the broader category of pale ale. The IPA was invented in Britain. The progress of mass-produce light lagers, giving craft beer in the marketplace. The IPA took advantage of the beautiful aroma and taste to killer effects of hops. Citrus, mango, pine, and stone fruit - all this is possible with this beer. IPA also packs the more alcohol into every beer, so each one goes a long way. Classic American style IPA examples: Bells Oberon Ale and stone IPA, Goose Island IPA bit more caramel malt character.

Other Famous Ales

Wheat Beers :

Wheat malt lends itself to beer for its subtle spice, creamy softness and silky body. It is useful in both handicrafts and large all breweries. Belgium inspired the world best Popular wheat beer in Blue Moon’s Belgian white, which uses wheat beers come from Allagash in Main. Allagash white captures the fruity, spicy character of wheat beer and adds orange peel.

Saison :

Saison, gorgeous golden Belgian ale, worked its way to popularity without IPA. A special strain of yeast and floral hops is used in this beer to make citrus, peel, and pepper brews. Highly-carbonated seasonings shine on patios and backyards throughout spring and summer. One of the best American versions you can use is Ommegang Hennepin, although the more modified Saison DuPont than some of the wives is of Belgian origin.

American Style Wheat Beer

American wheat beers take a more subtle approach to wheat. Also leave out the fermented cilantro due to the low yield of American yeast. Bell’s Oberon fully captures this style. For most Michiganders, this is a summer beer, so get it when it's in season.

Brown Ale :

Like many great styles, the color brown has been embraced by the IPA craze. This is really a shame because it displays some of the more complex malt characters in the beer game. Caramel, toast, toffee and nutty marzipan flavors brown ale have only a few possibilities.

Lager Styles

Leger has fewer styles, but that hasn't stopped him from being the best-selling member of the beer family. Colder and extra time gives them better than laser ales: Legers are embodied in their drinkability and smooth character. The logger rules the beer empire with a touch of gold, not an iron fist. You may recognize some of these styles but how well are you really familiar with them?

Pilsner

Pilsner is the style from the basis of Big beer. This golden lager blew the doors off the brewing world when it arrived in 1842 as Pilsner Urquell which you can still get today.

American Style lager

Over time, large American breweries made Pierce's style into lighter and lighter beers, adding new world ingredients such as corn and rice. These pale lasers are everywhere nowadays, from Bud Light to High Life. These are not craft beers, but most of us agree that they are easy to drink. Slow, cold American lagers help you wash pizza without overcooking.

Oktoberfest Beer

The Germans know how to throw a wedding party, which was the occasion of the first Oktoberfest. The Bavarian-of-summer party combines Maltese copper with a technically named Festbier. Weihenstephan’s Festbier certainly eases the passing of summer. For an even stronger, maltier Oktoberfest beer, shop our Marzen section mostly in August or September. Bring on the pretzels, sausage and tuba music. The beer world is rich and lustful. Don’t be yellow by all sorts; you don’t need to drink it all in one session. What do you think tonight? Drinkerrs got your suds in stock, so order now from your mobile.

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