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+800 Nicknames for Penis: A Comprehensive List for Different Ways to Call a Penis

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Dicks can be referred to in a variety of ways. A collection of more than 800 additional words for the penis in alphabetical order is provided in this article. This list includes both common slang terminology and more uncommon and obscure words that are all related to the penis.

+800 Different Words for Penis: A Comprehensive List

Anaconda

Antenna

Appendage

Armadillo

Arrow

Baby maker

Baguette

Bald Avenger

Bald-headed giggle stick

Bally Wacker

Banana

Banger

Baseball bat

Baton

Bayonet

Beast

Beef bayonet

Beef whistle

Bellend

Big boy

Big guy

Biscuit

Bishop

Black mamba

Blastocyst

Blood sausage

Blue-veined custard chucker

Blue-veined junket pumper

Boaby

Bobbin

Bollocks

Bologna pony

Bolt

Bone

Boner

Booboo

Boom stick

Boot

Bopper

Botswana beef bayonet

Bouncer

Bouncing Betty

Braciole

Brain

Branch

Bratwurst

Broccoli

Broccoli spear

Brown trout

Brownie

Brutus and the Twins

Bubble

Bubble gum machine

Buckaroo

Buckwheat

Buddah's belly button

Buffalo soldier

Bulge

Bull

Bull's-eye

Bully beef

Bully stick

Bum tickler

Bumper

Burrito

Buster

Butt dart

Butterbean

Button

Caber

Cabeza

Cactus

Cadbury's c

Cajones

Camel toe

Cane

Cannoli

Captain winky

Capuchin

Carrot

Cervix sentinel

Chameleon

Champignon

Cheese log

Cheesestick

Chef's special

Cherub

Chicken

Chico stick

Choad

Chode

Chopper

Chowder

Christmas goose

Chub

Chubby

Chuck Dickens

Cigar

Cinnamon roll

Clam

Classic

Clit stick

Cloak

Clock

Club

Cobra

Cock

Cod

Colossus

Commander

Cone

Conga

Conquistador

Consolation prize

Corkscrew

Corn dog

Cornholio

Cornish game hen

Corporal

Cossack

Cougar bait

Coxcomb

Crank

Crankshaft

Creamer

Crimper

Crimson mushroom

Crinkle-cut

Crown jewels

Crunchwrap

Crème de la crème

Cucumber

Cummerbund

Custard launcher

Cylinder

D's

Dagger

Dallas Dangler

Danger noodle

Darth Vader

Deep sea diver

Dick

Dickas Hilton

Ding dong

Ding-dong

Dingaling

Dipstick

Disco stick

Dismount

Divining rod

Dog

Doggy

Dolly

Dong

Donkey

Doorknob

Dope stick

Dork

Dormouse

Double barrel

Double dragon

Downstairs department

Drainpipe

Driller

Drumstick

Dude piston

Dumb stick

Dutch courage

Dutch rudder

Excalibur

Firehose

Franks and beans

Gerald

Gherkin

Giggeli

Goldfinger

Groin

Hammer

hammer of love

Hammer of Thor

handle

hard drive

Hard-on

hardware

hatchet wound

he-man

heat-seeking missile

heat-seeking moisture missile

helmet

herbie

Hercules

high hard one

hoo-ha

hoo-hoo

hook

horn

Hose

hose

hot dog

hot rod

hot sausage

Humphrey

hymie

iceberg

Indiana Bones

Jack in the box

Jack's magic beanstalk

Jackhammer

jammy

janitor in the hallway

java

javelin

jawbreaker

Jedi

Jefferson

jelly doughnut

Jenny Craig

Jerry

jiffy stick

Jimmy

Jizz Launcher

John Henry

John Johnson

Johnson

Jorma

Joy-stick

Joystick

joystick

Judge

Juicy fruit

jumbo

Jumper

Junior

Junk

junk

justin

Justus

Kaiser

kebab

Keck

Kennedy

kielbasa

King Ding Dong

King Kong

King Richard

King size

King snake

King's scepter

King's sword

Kipper

Kitty

Knob

Knobgoblin

Knobhead

Knobkerrie

Knobstick

Kraken

Krull the Warrior King

Kulli

Kyrpä

L'Engin

L'Outil

L'Unita

Lady-pleaser

Laidy's lollypop

Lance

Lancer

Lava flow

Leader

Leaky faucet

Leatherman

Lechon

Leek

Leg

Leg of lamb

Leg of mutton

Leggy

Lemon

Lemondrop

Length

Lengthy

Leo

Leosaurus

Leper

Leroy

Leviathan

Libido

Lick

Lickety-split

Lighthouse

Lightning rod

Lil' bro

Lil' willy

Lily

Lima

Limber dick

Limber jimmy

Limbo

Limousine

Limp biscuit

Limp noodle

Limp penis

Limp-dick

Limp-jim

Limpkin

Lincoln

Lindy

Lingam

Link

Linty

Lion

Lipstick

Liquidator

Liquor stick

Lissome

Little birdie

Little bro

Little chap

Little guy

Little head

Little john

Little man

Little peter

Little soldier

Little willy

Lizard

Lizard tongue

Locomotive

Log

Lollipop

Long Dong Silver

Long dong silver

Long fellow

Long john

Long johnson

Long one

Long stick

Longfellow

Longfellow diller

Longhorn

Longie

Longjohn

Longshanks

Longstaff

Magic Mike

Magic stick

Magic Wand

Magic wand

Manhood

Meat Scepter

Meat stick

Member

Micropenis

Mini-me

Missile

Moby Dick

Mojo

Monster

Mount Vesuvius

Mr. Happy

Mr. Winky

Mule

Mushroom

Mushroom Head

Mutton

Myrtle

Nard

Nether rod

One-eye Pete

One-Eyed Monster

One-eyed monster

One-Eyed Snake

One-eyed trouser snake

One-eyed wonder weasel

Organ

Package

Packer

Packing heat

Pecker

Pee-Pee

Pee-pee

Peen

Pencil

Pencil dick

Penile appendage

Penile shaft

Penile tissue

Penile unit

Penile weapon

Penis

Pepperoncini

Peter

Phallos

Phallus

Piece

Pink Oboe

Pintle

Pipe

Pistol

Piston

Pleasure Stick

Plonker

Pocket Rocket

Pogo stick

Poker

Pole

Popcorn

Pork Sword

Prick

Private

Private part

Purple-headed yogurt slinger

Purple-helmeted trouser snake

Purple-Helmeted Warrior of Love

Purple-helmeted warrior of love

Purple-helmeted yogurt thrower

Python

Quiver bone

Ramrod

Ranger

Rascal

Red-capped mushroom

Rod

Root of Jesse

Rude boy

Sausage

Scepter

Schlong

Schwanz

Schwanzstucker

Schwetty balls

Scooby Snack

Screwdriver

Scrod

Scrotum

Sea monster

Secret weapon

Shaft

Shillelagh

Shiv

Shlong

Skin Flute

Skin flute

Skinner

Slingblade

Slug

Slugger

Smacker

Snake

Snapper

Soldier

Spam javelin

Spear

Speed Bump

Speedboat

Spigot

Spigot of love

Spitstick

Spitter

Sponge

Spongebob

Sprout

Spunk gun

Spurt gun

Squirt gun

Staff

Stallion

Stand

Stand up

Starfruit

Stick

Stiffie

Stiffy

Stinger

Stock

Stone

Stone of David

Stonehenge

Stonker

Stopper

Striker

Stud

Stump

Submarine

Sugar stick

Super soaker

Supercock

Surfboard

Swamp lizard

Swansong

Sweetmeat

Swiss Army Penis

Swizzle stick

Sword

Tabasco

Tadger

Tail

Tall tommy

tally

Tallywacker

tallywhacker

Tang

Tank

tapa

Tassle

Tasty pastry

tater

Tazmanian devil

Tea and crumpets

Tea stick

Telescoping tower

Tent peg

Testicle

Testicles

testicular tissue

testiculi

testies

testons

testosterbone

The anaconda

The baton

The big guy

the big vein

the bishop

The blue-veined custard chucker

The chopper

The cone

the conga

The cyclops

The ding dong

The Dipstick

The dong

The driver

The dude piston

the eye of the needle

the family jewels

the flagpole

The flesh flute

The flesh rocket

the fleshy tripod

the fuck stick

the fun rod

The grower

the head

The heat-seeking moisture missile

the hose

The joystick

the King

The knob

the little man in the boat

The love muscle

the magic wand

the main vein

The male member

the man in the boat

The meat whistle

the member

The middle leg

The mighty mite

the old boy

The old man

The one-eyed captain

The one-eyed monster

the one-eyed snake

The one-eyed wonder worm

The package

The peen

The peeper

the pendulum

the peter

The pink cigar

the pink oboe

The pipe

the piston

the pleasure pole

The poker

The pole

the pork sword

the prick

The purple-helmeted warrior

the purple-helmeted warrior of love

The python

The rocket

The rod

The salami

The sausage

The schlong

the scoop

The shaft

The shotgun

The skin flute

The snake

the spitter

the staff of life

the stick

The stiff one

The stinger

the stonker

the sword

The third leg

The tool

The trouser snake

The tube steak

the unit

The wang

the weasel

The wedge

the wee-wee

The weenie

The whopper

The wiener

The wiggle stick

the willy

the wingwang

The womb raider

The wonder worm

The woody

the worm

thingy

Third Leg

Third leg

Thorn

Thrill drill

Throb knob

throbber

Throbbing gristle

Thumper

Thunderbird

Thunderbolt

Thunderstick

Tic Tac

Tickle pickle

Tickler

Tiger

Tiki

Timber

Time machine

Tingler

Tinker

Tinkerbell

tip

Tip drill

Tip of the iceberg

Tipper

Tissue

Titan

Toad

toadstool

todger

Toe

Tool

tooly

tooter

Toothpick

Tootsie roll

Top gun

Torch

Tower

Tower of power

tractor beam

Trafalgar

Treasure

Tree trunk

Tri-pod

Trinket

Trombone

Trouser Snake

Trousersnake

Trumpet

Truncheon

Trunk

Tuba

tube

Tummy banana

Tuna Can

Tuna can

Tuna torpedo

Turgid Trouser Snake

Turgid turtle

turkey

Turkey baster

Turkey neck

Turnip

turtle

Turtleneck

Tusk

twanger

Twig

Twig and Berries

Twig and berries

Twinkie

twinky

Twister

Two ball cane

Two veg and meat

Two-legged Boa

Two-legged tripod

twonker

Umbrella handle

Uncircumcised wonder

Uncle

Uncle Dick

Uncle John

Unit

unmentionables

Uzi

Vainilla

Vainilla Stick

Valiant vein

Veggie

vein

Vein train

Vein train.

Vein-cutter

Vein-erect

Veined custard launcher

VeinMaster 3000

Veiny Victor

Veinzilla

Velvet sword

Vessel

Vienna Sausage

Viking horn

Viking Staff

Vindicator

Vinegar

Violin

Virility

Vixen

Vodka

Volcano

Wally

Wand

wand of light

Wang

wang dang doodle

Wanger

wangle

Wangsta

Wanker

wankie

War club

Warrior

Weapon

Weapon of ass destruction

Weapon of mass destruction

Weapon of Mass Seduction

Wedge

Wee-wee

weenie

weewee

Weiner

wenis

wet noodle

Whacker

Whammer

Whang

Whangdoodle

wheenie

Whip

Whistle

White gold

White Mamba

Whoopie Stick

whopper jr.

widget

Wiener

Wiener Schnitzel

Wiggle stick

wiggle worm

Wiggler

Wiggly

William

Willow

Willpower

Willy

Willy the one-eyed wonder worm

willy wonka

Wing wong

wing-wang

Wingman

Winkie

Winky

Winnebago

Winner

Winston

Winston Churchill

Wintermelon

Wisdom Wand

Wise man

Wishbone

wizard sleeve

Wonder Worm

Wood

Woodpecker

Woody

Worm

Wormhole

wormy

Wrecking ball

Wriggler

Wriggly

Wrinkle

wrinklepump

Wrist Rocket

Wyvern

X-factor

Xylophone

Yad

Yak

Yam

yam

Yam bag

Yams

Yang

Yankee doodle

Yard

Yardstick

Yawing Yowie

Yearling

Yellow

Yellow Belly

Yellow Dart

Yellow dragon

Yellow Peril

Yellow Sausage

Yellow submarine

Yen

Yew

Ygdrasil's staff

Yin-yang serpent

yingyang

Yippie

Yipsicle

Yo-yo

Yob

yobbo

Yoda

Yoga stick

Yoghurt Cannon

Yoghurt gun

Yoghurt pistol

Yogurt

Yogurt hose

Yogurt Slinger

Yogurt slinger

Yogurt thrower

Yolk

Yolkstick

Yolky poke

Yoni

yoni stick

Youth

Yoyo

Yuca

Yule log

Yum yum

Yum-yum

Yummy

Zapper

Zealot

Zebedee

Zebracorn horn

zebu

Zen

Zephyr

Zeppelin

Zesty Italian

Zeus

ziggurat

Zigzag

Zilla

Zinger

Zipper

Zipper Ripper

Zipper snake

Zippy

ziz

Zog

zombie

Zombie maker

Zombie stick

Zonker

Zoom Stick

Zoombini

Zoomer

Zoot stick

Zorro

Zucchini

Zygmunt Freud

Zygote poker

Zygotene

dude?

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heartlessfujoshi · 7 months

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flufftober day 3 - kazurei 'say it back'

Title: Say It Back Chapter: 1 of 6 Fandom: Buddy Daddies Pairing: KazuRei (Kurusu Kazuki x Suwa Rei) Rating: Teen (Love Confessions - Domesticated Fluff - Fluff) Word Count: ~1,770 Prompt: "You love me?" / "Always have." Summary: Kazuki had always wanted to be a family man. He never expected it to come about because of a botched job.

A/N: Here is my next offering for Flufftober. :) Please enjoy!

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Summer was quickly turning to autumn, the leaves beginning to change around the city, the grass becoming a little duller than its vibrant green from the spring. Kazuki looked over at his partner, who was playing Morio Kart with their pseudo-daughter, who was laughing gaily, clearly having the time of her life. Rei, however, looked like he was on the verge of throwing his controller, as Miri was doing a pretty good job of matching him, even though she has no idea what she’s doing.

“Who wants some hamburger steak tonight?” He asked, as he walked back into the living room, the fresh air on the balcony doing him some much needed good. It was a great view, and one he was thankful to have, as Rei could have kicked him out a long time ago. “Or, we can go get something else to eat? Maybe go and eat some sushi?”

“Ew, no, papa!” Miri made a face. “I don’t like fish!”

Rei nodded. “Me either.”

“I made you fish last night!” He reminded them both. He had seared some fresh mackerel, and had served it with some rice and steamed veggies. “You didn’t say anything about it then!”

“Oh, uh….” Miri shook her head. “No raw!”

“Yes, no raw.” Rei also mirrored what their charge was doing.

Kazuki groaned. “Rei, you’re parroting her again!”

“No, I’m not.”

“No, he’s not! Rei Papa isn’t doing that.”

Kazuki narrowed his eyes, waiting for Rei to say something else, but when he didn’t, he exhaled an annoyed sigh. “Fine. No sushi. What about teriyaki? We could get some kebabs?”

“Yummy!” Miri cheered. “Kebabs!”

Rei repeated the food, glaring at the television as he did so, as Miri had thrown the shell that stopped him in his tracks. “Order soon?” Rei looked up at him, the match now over. He had still won, and Miri was happily sliding into last place, giggling all the while as the animation on the screen showed her character looking completely defeated after losing the race.

“What would you do without me?” He asked, reaching for his cell phone to see where there was a good kebab place nearby.

“Starve.” Rei shrugged, then looked at Miri. “Another race, Miri?”

“Yes, Papa!”

He found a place that wasn’t too expensive, and was in the nearby area so he could have it delivered. He ordered a bunch of different kebabs - figuring whatever they didn’t eat tonight, they could have for breakfast tomorrow. It said it would take thirty minutes to arrive, but actually it only took twenty-five minutes.

“Okay, turn the tv off!” He set the kebabs out on a plate, and then set out three plates for them to use. “Dinner’s ready!”

“Yay!” Miri jumped up, and ran to the kitchen. “Up, please, Papa!”

Kazuki happily picked her up, and held her close to the sink where she washed her hands, then set her back down and handed her a towel to dry them off. Rei grabbed two beers from the fridge, and sat down at the table, practically drooling as Kazuki walked back over to the table with Miri.

“Thank you for the food!” Miri cheered as she clapped her hands together, doing what he’d taught her many months ago.

“Good job, Miri-chan!” He saw her smile, as she stared at the food. “Which one would you like first?”

“Chicken, please!”

“You got it.” He picked up a chicken kebab, and pulled it off the stick it was still on, arranging it on her plate. He had put rice into small bowls for them to enjoy. “Now, finish it all, okay?”

“I will, Papa!”

Looking over at Rei, he could see his eyes going back and forth between the different kebabs. “Take whatever you want.” He reached for his own, but apparently it was the same kebab that Rei wanted, as there was a slight tug of war to keep it. He let it go, smiling as Rei looked happy for the small win, which was ridiculous but he saw no harm in it. He picked up another one, and arranged the meat on his plate, the same way he’d done for Miri.

He looked up, and saw Rei was eating the kebab straight from the skewer. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat, and pointed to the plate. Thankfully, Miri was too busy eating to see how Rei was eating, otherwise she would have asked to do it the same way as Rei. His partner sighed, then pulled the rest of the meat onto the plate, and begrudgingly ate the meat in that manner.

It was a nice, quiet dinner. Kazuki couldn’t believe how lucky he was, and how full his heart was. He’d been with Rei a very long time, sometimes so long he felt like they could have been married. With Miri now living with them, it was almost like a proper family. He looked over at Rei, and saw he was splitting a kebab with Miri, as she had asked him to do so as she was a little full but wanted more.

“Rei, you’re on bath duty tonight.”

“You hate me.”

Kazuki chuckled. “You know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Yay! Bathtime with Rei Papa!”

While Rei went on an aquatic adventure with Miri, Kazuki made sure to get everything set for tomorrow’s adventures. He put some of the leftover chicken kebabs into the fridge. They could eat them for breakfast. He knew Rei wasn’t too picky of an eater - if he put it in front of him, he’d eat it.

“Kazuki.” He was just getting Miri’s book back into her backpack when he heard Rei call his name. Miri was resting against his hip, as he held her after getting her dressed for bed. “Miri has asked if she can sleep with us tonight.”

“Please, Papa?” Miri asked, turning to look down at him. “I promise I won’t move around too much!”

He knew that was a lie. But she couldn’t control what her body was doing involuntarily for her. “Sure, Miri-chan. We can have a sleepover tonight.”

“Yay!”

Turning off all the lights, he went upstairs to join Rei and Miri, who were already getting comfortable on his bed. They do this once every week or so, sometimes more. He was beginning to wonder if he should ask Rei if he wanted to sleep with him all the time. Rei slept easier when they were together - not that he would freely admit it. Kazuki knew he slept in the bathtub for his own reasons, and never pried about it before, nor would he now. But he did notice that when Miri suggested these sleepovers, Rei never put up a fight about it.

He grabbed a book to read to Miri from her bedroom, then got into bed with the two of them. “Tonight we’re going to read the story about Goldilocks.”

“She’s such a silly girl!” Miri laughed, as Kazuki got the book ready, making sure she could follow along. “Too many beds to try!”

“Now, now, Miri-chan.” He knew it was one of her favorite stories, and was happy to read it to her again. “No spoiling the ending.”

“Papa!” More peals of laughter left her mouth, as she wiggled back and forth on the bed.

Kazuki smiled, and began to read her the story of Goldilocks on the Three Bears. By the time he got to the end, Miri was already asleep, snoring softly with a smile on her face. He looked over at Rei, and saw that he was staring at him with a very intent stare. His stomach gave a little roll, as he met his gaze, almost afraid to say something, when Rei decided to break the silence first.

“I love you.”

It was said so firmly, that Kazuki had to blink, and had to make sure that he’d heard him correctly. Did Rei just confess his love to him? With Miri snoring, separating the two of them??

“Wait, you love me?” He asked, slightly nervous about what Rei’s response was going to be. Maybe he was really saying it to Miri, as he knew it had taken Rei a bit of time to get used to their new life with Miri heavily involved in it.

“I always have.” Rei shrugged, then turned over, as if his confession wasn’t the most earth shattering confession that Kazuki had ever experienced.

He wanted to ask him why now. Why was he saying this, at such an inopportune time? Was Rei drunk? Was he on drugs? But he wouldn’t take drugs - not with Miri in the house now. So what would have prompted him to say such a thing??

“You’re thinking too loud.” Rei mumbled, his back pointed towards him. One of Miri’s legs was now on his hip, making it so Rei couldn’t move.

“Well, excuse me!” Kazuki half-whispered, half-growled. “You just said you loved me, and turned over! What am I supposed to do?!”

“Say it back.”

He pulled his head back, surprised to hear Rei say that. Did he not reciprocate the love? Oh, shoot. He hadn’t. Damn it. Blushing, he pushed some hair off of his forehead, and took a deep breath. “I love you too.”

“Thank you.” Rei’s back moved a little. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Eh? Eh??” Kazuki shook his head. “Don’t go to sleep! We need to talk about this!”

“There’s nothing to talk about. Now I’m regretting saying anything to you.” Rei sighed. “Let me sleep, Kaz. I’m tired. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

“Okay, fine. But we’re talking about this soon!” He wasn’t about to ignore this conversation completely. “Okay, Rei?”

But Rei didn’t answer. Instead, he heard him snoring in tandem to Miri’s snoring, the sound making the most unique song ever. Kazuki sighed. This was his life now. Sometimes it could be pretty perfect. Other times, it was this. Right now, it was parts perfect and parts unbearable. That’s why earplugs were invented.

So he popped his earplugs in, and settled on his side of the bed. Miri was snoring softly, and as he turned over, he felt Rei’s hand touch his hair. He felt his fingers lightly massage his neck, and then his hand disappeared, leaving him aching for more. But with Miri in bed with them, there wasn’t a whole lot that could be done, nor should they. Kazuki sighed softly, then closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would come fast. They would discuss this sudden confession soon, but would Rei blow it off?

Kazuki was expecting it.

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Cross-posted to AO3

#kazurei #my writing #fanfic #flufftober 2k23

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yikesitskennawrites · 2 years

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Transitions- Chapter Nineteen: Waking Your Acquaintance

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Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

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Layla taught you how to properly cook chicken on wooden sticks in the oven. You knew how to cook chicken on the broil setting thanks to Google, but you didn’t know that the length of time varies for kebabs. Throughout the time you cooked with Steven, well, you mainly watched him since he was too worried that you would catch the kitchen on fire or hurt yourself, you learned vegan recipes more than anything else that had to do with meat. So, you were surprised when the temperature and the time is different for this meal. Layla was surprised that you didn’t know the cooking time varies, she thought that maybe you would have learned over your time of cooking your own food or maybe Marc taught you, but she was wrong.

You sat on one end of the couch while Layla sat on the other. You both were killing time while dinner cooks in the oven by watching a movie that you weren’t paying enough attention to. Your mind was too preoccupied with your worry for your neighbors. You knew that Jake could handle himself, he proved that multiple times but that didn’t stop you from worrying for his safe return. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself but you got attached to your neighbors; and honestly, you didn’t like it. It wasn’t because you didn’t like them, you did like them enough to consider Marc and Steven friends; but it was more of your anxiety that they wouldn’t return and you would be back to being alone.

If you were to go back to being on your own, eating dinner alone and nobody checking in on you, you don’t know if you would survive. You don’t know if you would reach your seventeenth birthday or your own high-school graduation if Marc and Steven disappear from your life forever. Before you met them, you were barely making it by. You don’t want to go back to being on your own. You doubt Layla would stick around long enough to become friends with you if the men don’t come back. You don’t think she would check in on you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself because she would be too busy grieving for the loss of her own friends.

You would be left to your own devices and trying to survive on your own all over again. Knowing yourself, you know that you wouldn’t let yourself grieve for the men because you would destroy yourself. So instead, you would force yourself to carry on surviving rather than living because it's either that or giving up entirely; and this all can’t be for nothing. Besides, there's something lonely about grieving in a place you don’t consider home. London doesn’t feel like your home. The flat you’ve been renting for over a year now doesn’t feel like it either. You tried making it your own by hanging up picture frames and decorating it with furniture, but it doesn’t feel right.

It’s not the home you grew up in and with. You left your physical home back in New York and your other home is six feet under ground in Wyoming where your parents are buried along with a false grave of your own. A family of strangers moved into your parents apartment and you left it. It’s not like you would have any power to kick them out because child protective services would have been called on you if you didn’t leave as soon as you did. Your home is gone and London does not feel like it is at all. You’ve been feeling like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle that doesn’t fit in the box it came with since you fled New York. The feeling just worsened when you met Marc and Steven.

Besides that? Jake's departure felt different this time around. You don’t know how to pin down what’s different about it, but this time compared to all the other times he left, you were more worried about him. Maybe it’s because you know what he’s doing or maybe it's because you're worried that today's conversation was the last one you’ll ever have with him. What if that was the last time you’ll ever speak to him and all you did was call him a toad?

Regret and bitterness churned in your stomach as you bite your cheek. What if they didn’t return?

“Hey,” Layla says softly. Her voice brings you out of your suffocating thoughts. “What are you thinking about?” You blink, your eyes stinging a bit from how long you were staring at the wall without giving yourself any relief through blinking. You looked at the television for a moment, noticing the frozen screen and the red bar on the bottom with a paused gray box before you looked at her. She was giving her full attention to you. She wore an expression of concern. Her eyebrows were a little scrunched and her eyes were soft. You felt like you couldn’t tell her how worried you were for the men. You didn’t know how to express to her that Jake's absence was different compared to the times he left before.

“Do you know why we’re staying in Marcs and Stevens apartment?” You ask instead. That was on your mind until your anxiety took over and made your thoughts feel like you were in a washing machine on the rinse and spin cycle. “I’m surprised that Jake didn’t dump you at my place and haul ass from there.”

“I think it has to do with the lack of a bed at your place.” She says. Oh, okay. Well, that made a lot more sense. “Is that what’s really on your mind?”

“Well, yeah. It’s weird that Jake would just make me a key for Marc's and Stevens' apartment and leave me here with you babysitting.”

“Watching over.” She corrects.

“Wrong.” You say. “He had no issues leaving me at my place for days to a week without sending a call or text stating that he is alive and well; but suddenly he left you in charge of me?” You shake your head a bit. “Somethings up and whatever it is, has him spooked enough to leave you and me together in Marcs and Stevens place.”

“It’s still watching over.” She says. “But you’re right.”

“I guess you’re right too.” You mumble before you add, “He wouldn’t even let me ride the bus home. He waited outside my work until my shift ended.” She hums. “A lady came into my work today and she had a scale tattoo.”

“A scale tattoo?” She turns her body to face you, the movement on the couch causes the television remote to fall to the floor which she ignores. “And you’re just mentioning this now? Right after Jake left.”

“You were too busy arguing about bringing me into this mess.” You say. “I could have mentioned it a week from now if that makes you feel any better.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a breath of air. You could tell that she was more frustrated than angry. “I told him about it on the drive over and he said that her being in the shop was the threat.”

“Did she threaten you?”

“No, she just ordered a sandwich.”

“What kind?”

“Turkey and ham.”

“That’s so stupid. She could have made it at home and it would have been cheaper.”

“I know.” You say. “A lot of our sandwiches are like that. It would just be cheaper and you would get more bang for your buck if you bought the items at the store than just ordering one meal.”

“Like, she could have ordered a rotisserie chicken or a steak sandwich and maybe I would be a bit more understanding but, a simple turkey and ham?” She shakes her head causing her curls to lightly hit her face. “That’s not worth it.”

“Kids are more likely to order that than anyone else.” You say. She smiles a bit. “She gives off basic bitch energy.”

“You’re saying she’s a kid?” “She might as well be.” You say. “If she’s willing to stalk and harass me, that's kid like behavior isn’t it?”

“If anything, it’s creepy behavior.” She says. You nod in agreement. Silence settles between you and the only thing you heard was Gus’s fish tank. You supposed Jake also gave you a key so you would take care of Stevens and Marc's fish. You stood up to feed the two goldfish before you forgot and temporarily stopped to stretch your legs and back. Your arms raised into the air and a pleasant shudder from your torso and legs pleased you. Layla pursed her lips as she watched you and you shot her a slightly awkward smile before walking over to the fish tank and grabbing the sprinkles of fish food next to it.

“Are you okay?” She asks as you pop open the lid of the food and sprinkle some into the water.

“Yeah?” You say with a little confusion. You closed the lid and set the container back into its place. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re okay with getting stalked by a cult and a knife held to your throat?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then are you okay?” She asks and points to your head. “Upstairs?”

“I’m fine.” You shrug. She gives you a knowing look.

“Really? Because the last time I saw you, you looked a hell of a lot healthier.” She says. “You didn’t look like you have these dark circles under your eyes and your clothes fit better.”

“If I wanted to talk about it, I would.”

“Would you?” She gives you a skeptical look. You nod as you fight against the urge to roll your eyes. You were glad that she cared enough to ask you about your mental health but, you didn’t want to talk about it and she just couldn’t seem to grasp that you weren’t up for sharing. Luckily the timer for the oven went off and you mumbled that you were getting it as you walked into the kitchen. You were too busy being steamed about Layla pressing you for the truth about your emotions and you were still wrapped up in your anxiety for your neighbors that you forgot to put on the oven-mits before you reached for the pan and grasped it with your hand. You hissed out as you let it go not a second later.

“Fuck!” You yell as you wave your hand in the air before stopping to look at the damage.

“What?!” Layla yells as she pushes herself off of the couch and runs towards you. She had a worried look on her face as she approached you. Your eyes were on your hand as you took in the red and angry skin. You were lucky that you didn’t get any blisters from the heat of the pan.

“What is it?” She asks and not a second later she seems to put two and two together because she brushes past you and turns on the faucet for the sink. “Come here.” She says gently and you follow her instructions. She gently grasps your wrist and brings your burnt hand underneath the running water. The coolness of it brings relief to your skin and you manage to breathe out a sigh of relief. She leaves you for a moment to take the pan out of the oven and close the door.

“It’s not too bad.” She says as she stands next to you and you both stare at your injury. “I think Marc has some burn relief ointment somewhere…” She trails off and leaves you to go look for the medication. By the time she returned, your hand felt much better and it was more of a blushing pink color than a red. She shut off the water and patted your hand with a towel before uncapping the tube of ointment and applying it to your palm. You leaned against the counter as she took care of your burn.

“Marc burnt his hand once when hot oil splashed onto him.” Layla said. “He had blisters as big as those small rubber balls you find in quarter slot machines.” You knew the ones she was talking about, you begged your parents for quarters to use on the machines when you were younger.

“Is that why he’s so careful when he’s frying steak now?” You ask and she smiles a little as she caps the ointment and sets it onto the counter.

“Injury is always a reminder to be careful.” She says and cups your cheek with her hand for a moment before letting go. You watch as she pulls open the drawers next to the oven in search of something.

“What are you looking for?”

“Tongs.” She says without looking at you. You pull open the drawer next to you and hand her the kitchen utensil. She tells you her thanks before she dished out the kebabs the two of you cooked. It was chicken, pineapple and tomatoes on wooden skewers. She handed you your plate and you walked back to the couch to sit on the same end you were previously inhabiting. She sat back down on her end and picked up the remote off of the floor before pressing play and resuming the movie you both agreed on. It was a film that you haven’t seen before and from the little you managed to watch of it, it was boring enough that your mind was becoming preoccupied with your anxiety for Jake.

You don’t know if it was too boring for Layla to watch or if she noticed your worried look, but either way, she turned down the volume of the television and asked, “What do you like to do for fun?” You chewed on your pineapple slowly, savoring the taste. You missed the fruit. It was hard to choose what to pick and buy at the store when fruit cups cost more than a jar of peanut butter.

“I used to paint.” You tell her after you chewed on your pineapple. “I haven’t in a long time. But, I miss it.”

“What type did you paint with?”

“Acrylic. I wasn’t the best at it, but I enjoyed painting.” You say and Layla nods.

“I don’t paint much.” She admits. “I’m more of a ceramic type of gal.”

“What things did you make?”

“Vases, cups, anything small, really.” She says and it was your turn to acknowledge her answer by nodding. “Is there anything else you like to do?”

“Star gazing.”

“Marc told me that you were an astronomy nerd.” She smiles.

“I like to look at the stars.” You say. “The light pollution in New York and London make it difficult, but on some nights it’s possible.”

You pop a piece of chicken into your mouth and chew as she says, “Maybe we could go on a trip outside of London to go look at them.” You nearly choke on the meat and the sight of you coughing made her concerned. You waved her away and gave her a thumbs up as you swallowed the chicken.

“Are you serious?” You ask.

“Deadass.” She says. “I don’t see why not.”

“Well, I have work.”

“We can go on one of your days off.”

“Don’t you have work?”

“This is it.” She says after she chewed on a tomato. “Watching over you or babysitting, as you put it.”

“I knew it. Jake is paying you.”

“No,” She shakes her head. “I’m choosing to do this.”

“For free?”

“Yep,” She pops the p. You stare at her. What was her end goal? Nobody does anything nice like this unless they want something.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why are you doing this for free?”

“I want answers and you and Jake are the only two who can give them to me.” She says. You scoff. You know as much as she does, you don’t know anything outside of the little you’ve been told by Jake. That's exactly what you tell her. She frowns and stares at you for a moment.

“Listen, I would have told you much more if I knew anything.” You say. “I don’t like being left in the dark, especially about whatever the hell Jake is doing.” You gesture with your injured hand. “So, I doubt you would too.” You bite off another chunk of chicken on the skewer and chew.

“You’re right.” She says after a few minutes pass.

“Is there anything else you like to do?” You ask.

“Go on adventures.” She says and smiles a little. “Travel and find valuable items to sell.”

“Tell me about one of them.” You say. “What's the most exciting one that you went on?”

“Definitely the Cairo trip.” She says. “Steven found the tomb of Alexander the Great..” She trails off and her smile falls. Your mouth drops open at that but you quickly close it as you remembered that you had food in your mouth. Alexander the Great?? Nobody could find his tomb for thousands of years and your neighbor is the one who found it??

“Ammit ruined it, right?” You ask after you swallow your food. She doesn’t say anything and that causes your surprised feeling to morph into one of confusion. Did something happen on that trip that is causing her to suddenly become like this? You wanted to pry but, you figured she would have told you if she was up for talking about it. You both were similar in that way. You decided to change the subject by telling her that you were taking the couch tonight.

“No,” She says. “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“I’m used to sleeping on one anyways.” You reply with a shrug. You were looking forward to sleeping in a bed, but you’ll take the couch if she wants it.

“It’s alright. It’s already weird being in my ex-husbands apartment.” She says. You take a glance at her, she looked young every time that you looked at her, but in that glance, she looked older than you saw her before. Layla went through a lot more than what she's letting on and whatever it was, is wearing her down. She was too busy asking you how you were, when you haven’t asked her that question at all. If you did ask it, you didn’t know if she would tell you the truth or avoid answering. Would you be stepping over a line? You don’t know her that well, and yet she cares enough to ask you. Maybe you should ask her. You turned your gaze to the television, you didn’t know what was going on since you weren’t paying attention to it, but you could tell that it was reaching the end of the film.

You focused on the screen rather than the movie to help prepare yourself to ask her that simple question. But when you opened your mouth to ask, all the courage you had gathered fled and instead you said, “You’re an old lady. You need the bed more than I do.”

“What did you call me?”

“Old.”

“Oh fuck off,” She says; and that caused the both of you to share a laugh.

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You awoke from a nightmare you know too well of and to a person leaning over you. The sight of the human caused your breath to catch in your throat as you stared with wide eyes at the figure staring down at you. With the moonlight filtering through the slightly parted curtains you were able to make out that it was a woman, her features were hard to see with the curls of her hair hiding her face from the light. Oh god, it had to be the woman with the scale tattoos. Your heart was already pounding from your nightmare but the sight that greeted you when you woke sped up your heart rate. She broke into your apartment to judge you like she asked you if you wanted to all those weeks ago at the bus stop. Your right hand curled into a fist and you managed to breathe in a breath of air before swinging your fist directly for her face. The lady quickly stepped back and caught your hand with her own before using her other hand and turned on the bedside lamp.

Your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness and the hand holding your fist let go. You blinked, trying to quickly get rid of the black spots in your vision and pushed yourself up onto your elbows. You looked at the lady, your heart still harshly pounding in your chest as you stared at the familiar face of Layla. Her hair was messy and her baggy t-shirt was wrinkled. Underneath her eyes were a bit swollen from sleeping and she stood a bit tensely a couple feet away from you. It took you a long moment after that to remember where you were, why she was standing next to you, and the bed that you slept in belongs to the men whose apartment you were staying in and not your couch.

“Oh my god,” You breathe out. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Layla says, her voice cracking halfway through the sentence before she clears her throat. You remove your elbows from underneath you and allow yourself to plop onto the mattress and cover your eyes with your hands. God, you felt embarrassed that you could have punched Layla's lights out simply because you didn’t recognize her. You felt embarrassed that you woke her up by your screaming or crying. She was sleeping on the couch because she didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in her ex-husbands bed, so your cries and screams had to be loud enough to wake her.

“No, it’s not. I could’ve fucking decked you.” You tell her with a groan. You heard her feet shuffle around the bed before you felt the mattress dip on your left side. “It’s not the first time that happened and it certainly won’t be the last.” She says. You remove your hands from your eyes and once again find yourself blinking away the spots from your vision and staring at the ceiling much like you did before you fell asleep.

“What time is it?” You ask.

“A little after two-thirty.” Layla says.

“I’m so sorry I woke you.”

“It’s okay. I was already awake.” “You were?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to sleep in a new place.” She says. You don’t bother to tell her that this was the opposite for you. You found it hell of a lot easier falling asleep in Marcs and Stevens flat than your own. Sure, it took awhile for you to fall asleep, but it was a much shorter time than usual. “You want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” You shrug. You breathed in a deep breath to help calm your nerves. The scent of their laundry detergent and Stevens old books comforted you. Your heart ached in your chest due to how much you missed them.

“Are you sure? It might help to talk about it.” She says. You roll over onto your side to face her. She was sitting up against the headboard and her eyes were trained on you.

“I don’t want to.” You state and she hums in response. Silence settles between you save for the soft breathing coming from the both of you. She shuffled a bit until her head was resting on one of Stevens pillows and rolled onto her side to face you.

“What can I do to make it better?” Layla asks. You stare into her brown eyes. The light coming from the lamp behind you on the nightstand reflected in her orbs making them seem more lighter than usual. You wanted to feel better. You didn’t want to feel the choking sensation of the man's arm wrapped around your neck as he dragged you backwards. You didn’t want your screams and pleads to be unheard like Marc ignores them in your nightmares. You didn’t want to be thrown down onto the ground and choked out until your eyes pop out of your skull and the damn moon glows onto your corpse. You wanted to feel better and the people you knew that would comfort you were already gone. Your parents can’t come back from the dead.

Maybe it would have been better if you were in your parents' place. Where they would have been home and you would have been blipped in the middle of a crosswalk. You would be the one six feet under and your parents would be grieving for you rather than the other way around. Because at least they would have each other. You don’t have anyone to grieve with. You don’t have anyone to open up to and feel comfortable while doing it. You could tell Marc and Steven how much you’re suffering but you don’t feel comfortable doing that; and besides that? You were sure that they wouldn’t understand. You miss your parents and you don’t feel like you could tell Layla that.

“I don’t know…” You say. You trail your eyes away from hers and to the blanket covering you. Your fingers rubbed the fabric gently as you tried to forget your dream. It was embarrassing waking up another person because you couldn’t differentiate reality and something your mind has made up.

“I used to get night terrors.” Layla says. “All the time, right at the beginning of the snap. I was afraid that one day all the people I loved, my mother, my aunt, Marc…they would suddenly disappear like everyone else did.” You hum sleepily and look at Layla. Her features looked soft in the dim light. She was looking at you with a tired but gentle expression.

“How did you get over that?” You asked.

“I didn’t.” She says. “The terrors stopped when I got used to everyone being gone but the fear is still there.”

“So, what do you do now with the fear?”

“I grow with it instead of letting it manifest in other ways.” She says. “You can’t let your worry and regret hold you back otherwise you’re never going to grow and move on.” She places her hand onto your own causing your fingers to stop their movement. “I found peace in myself and I hope that you find it in yourself too.” You smile at her before a yawn escapes you. You didn’t know what to say to her after that. Sleep was tugging at your eyes and you figured that you would wake up again in a couple of hours from another nightmare.

Layla must have seen how much you were fighting your eyelids from closing and being dragged back under because she says, “You’re safe. I got you, I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” Her finger gently traces shapes onto your arm as you close your eyes. The smell of Stevens and Marc's sheets comforted you as you inhaled slow and long breaths to help clear your mind. It took awhile but eventually you were lulled to sleep by the movement of Layla's tracing and the soft breaths of her own. That night no night terrors followed you into your dreamscape, but every night after that one was similar. Layla stopped trying to sleep on the couch by the fifth time and instead slept on top of the blankets next to you; and just like every night, Layla would turn on the light after you woke her and you both would fall asleep with it on.

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little-fairy-forest · 1 year

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1.5k event!

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• Choose any 2 of the prompts (Menu) below, e.g. chocolate cake and garlic bread , I will write the corresponding prompt sentence within your fic

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Menu for the garden party

Would you like :

Table for two? (Short drabble >500) 1/4

Exclusive booth? (Drabble <500) 0/6

Private balcony? (Mini fic <700) 3/3

Starters

• Garlic bread : "Neither of us are ready, and thats okay"

• Spring rolls : " I deserve so much more than you, your holding me back"

• Caesar salad : "I did it because I had to...not because I wanted to"

• French onion soup : "I'll always chose them, because they always chose me"

• Vegetable soup : "I still need you"

• Calamari : "it was never your fault"

• Stuffed mushrooms : "just let me go, it's better this way"

• bread sticks : "I've always loved them, even when we were together..."

• king prawns : "Don't cry, I hate it when you cry"

• Smoked salmon : "just prented to love me, just once!"

Main course

Pizza : "is that my hoodie?" "Our hoodie"

Cheese burger : " can we stay like this forever?" "No my arms hurts"

Lasagne : " babe, can you please shut the fuck up?"

Steak and chips : "Love you to the moon and back" "only once?"

Kebabs : "I love you" "who doesn't"

Butter chicken : "I saw that! You checked my ass out!"

Sea food boil : "sorry? I didn't understand, I don't speak bullshit"

Spaghetti carbonara : "I got your nose!" "Well I got your virginity!"

Chicken wings : "I hope both sides of your pillow are warm"

Katsu chicken curry : "I can't tell if you need a hug, some wine or kick up the ass"

Dessert

Chocolate cake : "good night, sweet dreams"

Lemon cheesecake : "love you to the moon and back"

Truffles : "Imagine me and you dating..." "I do it all the time"

Ice-cream : "shhh and go back to bed"

Chocolate moose: "it will always be you...It had always been you"

Apple pie : "touch *pronoun* and your dead!"

Fudge brownies : "your blushing" "no.. it's just warm in here"

Tiramisu : "stop smiling...it's making my chest hurt" "your in love (character)" "no I'm still in denial dumbass"

Baklava : "I love you so much" "more than (character)?" "..maybe"

Cannoli : "having love for someone and being in love with someone arw two different things

Thank you for taking part!

No set schedule for when they are posted, but it will be as soon as I can as I'm a fulltime student ❣️

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void-botanist · 8 months

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@outpost51 it's insect time 😎

The Semilsstrom family consists primarily of four adult siblings (because I have done approximately 0 character development for their parents, who are alive and chill and nonbinary but don't even have names yet):

Snap (he/per), perpetually cheerful and always ready for an adventure. Fucked off to Icepith in the far north not too long ago for adventure and friendship's sake.

Lexie (she/her), goth darling who is busy being an arcade manager and also in other people's business and fucking around in the third Akkanswl (their home). Has more piercings than the whole rest of the family and their hangers-on combined.

Derik (he/him), Wylie's identical twin and sensitive jock mechanical engineer who has lived in the fifth Akkanswl out east for a while. Not normal about artsy movies and the opera and got recruited onto the Melichacha from the shipbuilding crew.

Wylie (he/him), Derik's identical twin and athletic/pathetic interspecies doctor who had a residency in the fourth Akkanswl down south and just never left. Applied for the Melichacha crew in an attempt to get Derik's attention, and has some sick ass forearm tattoo sleeves.

And they all have their own companions:

Rolf (he/she/they), Snap's BFF, an imbra (imagine a human who is one foot tall. Then imagine them having evolved from a bat [minus wings]) full of restlessness and sarcasm who led the charge to Icepith.

Barb (she/they), Lexie's BFF/lover/whatever the hell they feel like, an intimidatingly buff orea-nawwen who just lives in third for some reason.

Mirilde (he/him), Derik's boyfriend, also a swl from third and just like a cool sweet guy.

Vy (she/they), Wylie's girlfriend, a human who is built like a tank and is technically his superior on the Melichacha.

For reference here is a picture of Mirilde (I decided nswl were scaled after I drew this so just pretend they have scale patterns like geckos):

[Image description: a digital color drawing of Mirilde, a swl, from the shoulders up. He is a light green lizard person with a long neck, pale yellow belly coloration that extends down from his bottom lip, a rounded snout, large forward-facing brown eyes like a gecko, and a thick pale gold crest similar to a chicken's comb, with tall pointed ears on either side of it. His ears are swiveled partly forward to match his smile, and both ears have purple gauges near the base with chain links hanging from them. He is wearing a dark green t-shirt with his thin choker tattoo partly visible. /End description.]

Now that we've covered that, insects.

Snap and Rolf will race each other to catch insects in random encounters. Rolf usually wins because of being small and fast. Snap: at least put some sauce on that Rolf: [crunching, does not give a shit] Imbrath can actually survive on a diet of insects on account of being so small. Nswl are way too big for that, so for them insects are considered treats/delicacies. So, you know, you should at least put some sauce on that.

Lexie likes grilled insect kebabs, which mostly means larger insects. Barb doesn't love insects that are recognizable as insects except when they're candied (and I do mean candied, not just preserved inside a lollipop). But I do love the image of the two of them walking down the street, Lexie sliding all the insects off the stick at once with her sharp teeth, and Barb, arguably the scarier-looking one, licking a big ol insect lollipop.

Derik prefers his insects in pastries, where it's more about the flavor than the texture. Mirilde thinks the texture is important and has waxed poetic more than once about how you have to sauté them until they're crispy around the edges and have taken up some of the flavor of the oil.

Wylie likes them as garnishes or add-ins, the equivalent of putting granola in your yogurt, but this also means that he's eating them dead but raw most of the time. Vy spent a while investigating this to ascertain whether she was likely to get sick from this, so now she knows significantly more about the insect supply chain than your average swl. Personally, she's on Derik's side - she's not a very squeamish person but she just can't stomach eating whole raw insects, so they better be thoroughly incorporated and unrecognizable.

Bonus: Vy has two queerplatonic partners, Quint (they/them), the captain of the Melichacha, and Red (ey/em), the mycelial engineer. Quint is a neriet (mushroom person) and has zero hangups about eating insects as is, unless they're worm/sluglike in any way, in which case never, no thank you. The ironic thing about this is these are the only types of insects that show up in their native cuisine (not as a major part, but still). Red is a human but won't eat insects at all because ey likes them too much, in the same way some people go "this animal is too cute I can't eat its meat".

#all the nswl use nicknames. their full names are much longer & often difficult for non-nswl to pronounce #still thinking about Kendrick going 'omg Wylie...' in the tags one time #Wylie is my darling. so competent. so sweet. thinks he is a garbage person #known to nearly perish of embarrassment on the regular. yet incredible in bed #he and Derik are the main reason I wanna make an obligatory otp questions inspired set of questions for siblings specifically #god. I love the trifecta (quint/red/vy) so much #I'm still working on the pajiir species post too lol #c: Wylie #c: Vy #c: Derik #c: Quint #c: Red #c: Snap #c: Rolf #c: Lexie #c: Barb #c: Mirilde #insects

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bobvelsebishot · 1 year

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chicken kebabs = cock on a stick

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smallraindrops-blog · 11 months

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if in a modern setting, can y/n use chopsticks? or do they make him mad?

LMAO. The idea of him struggling with chopsticks is hilarious. Here have a short.

(ps. I have a high school modern Au with Y/Nxhypnos on the masterlist in case anyone is interested.)

You watched Hypnos effortlessly used the twin pair of wooden sticks to pick up a juicy piece of the orange chicken and ate with a pleased hum.

Scowling, you glanced down at the chopsticks. They looked normal in Hypnos’ slender, fine bone hands but they looked like ridiculous toothpicks between your larger, thicker fingers.

It took a moment of adjusting but you finally thought you got it, the position made your hand cramped a bit. You went for a piece of the chicken, only to be unable to close the sticks around the meat.

You tried again, painfully aware of Hypnos’ amused staring. After the third attempt, he took pity on you.

“Dearest, you’re supposed to hold it like this.” Hypnos chuckled, putting his chopsticks down and reaching over to adjust your hand. Once in position, you tried to move your fingers, only you were unable to do so.

You wondered how anyone could eat with such things.

“We can get you a fork.” Hypnos offered, patting your arm in sympathy.

“Never.” You snarled.

You formed a fist around the sticks and used it stabbed into a tender piece of chicken then another, forming a makeshift kebab. With a satisfied nod, you took a bite.

Hypnos’ pleased, beautiful laughter filling the space was enough to make you make you forget any mild frustration or embarrassment.

#wake me from this dreaming #ficlet

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valenfield-inspo · 2 years

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Any HC's in regarding Jill and Chris getting married? Did they have a wedding or choose to Elope?

Hi there Nonnie! In my earlier shipping days (post CV and pre5 days to be more specific) I had them having a big wedding but post re5 and over the years, my headcanon/views have changed on that.

Given re5 producer Jun Takeuchi's comments about them here, Chris and Jill seem private about their lives outside their jobs. So I don't picture them having a big wedding. Right now, I am leaning more towards them eloping than having an actual wedding in front of their closest friends and family. I could see Claire being there as a witness and maid of honor for both Jill and Chris, tho.

Their jobs are hectic enough as is so I don't think they'd want the stress of finding the time planning a full scale wedding with who to invite, catering, venues etc... balancing with wondering where the next bio-terrorist attack will take place.

I think Barry however would be insistent on throwing a little reception party for them. A small intimate BBQ/garden party in his very own backyard! Barry and his wife, Kathy, mostly furnishing the foods. Barry doing the majority of the grilling (steaks,chicken kebabs, burgers, corn on the cob etc..) and Kathy baking a cake, helping out with making appetizers. Moira and Poly helping out with decorations with hanging paper lanterns here and there and stringing some lights. Claire providing the music and taking pictures. Leon would drop by with a bottle of Dom Pérignon and an air fryer (Hunnigan's suggestion insisting they are a healthier alternative than deep-frying food!).

The dress code would be casual formal, I could see Jill wearing a simple white (maybe blue, hah!) dress, airy and the skirt could be above or at the knee. Or maxi-style on the length. Chris would wear a button down shirt (sleeves rolled up some) and slacks.

Those are the headcanons I have atm as they might change from time to time but I think I'll always stick with a small affair for them than a huge wedding. Simple and elegant yes but nothing fancy schmancy!

Thanks for the ask Nonnie and have a great one! 💚💙

#asks #anon #headcanons #valenfield #jill x chris #chris x jill #mod answers

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overturetoanadventure · 11 months

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Between 8 pm last night and currently today, I made more kebabs, then baked probably the tastiest brownies I’ve made to date???, then baked tandoori chicken, then went to my first 6 am barre class, then grocery shopped, then came home and woke up the kids and made them breakfast and prepped them lunch and sent them on their way, then showered including the full shampoo conditioner leave in moisturizer PLUS exfoliating and shaving. I’m finally sleepy but I need to call the front desk to ask for an eta on maintenance visit and then the realtor about house shopping and loan stuff 😖😩 currently laying in bed waiting for my hair to air dry and considering if these are things I can put off for Monday??

Also, I was considering taking a break from barre because I haven’t been feeling it much these past few weeks buuuut I peeped a little subtle leg definition coming through so maybe 🫥 I’ll just stick with it 😌 and I’ve been seeing it pop through on the triceps too which is what I’m really after rn so like 🤤

#dear diary #how do people do so many things in a day #because this is probably not actually a lot #but consider I did this all unmedicated #just raw doggin life? idk why tho like I know it’s just making it harder to do things for myself lmao #someone please explain :-(#anyways #I feel very accomplished #plus I even called my parents and talked to my mom for a good half hour and caught up on life stuff too #hopefully I’ll see them either tomorrow or Sunday :-)#okay I think I’ll call front desk now and email realtor to let her know I’ll catch up on Monday if that’s cool #and then blessed sleep be mine #also I really don’t need to shave my legs since my laser treatments bc it’s like very light and small but it’s also a ritualistic thing #sadly can’t say the same for my armpits tho #that’s all for tmi Friday

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Crafting the Perfect Indian Gastropub Menu: Balancing Tradition and Innovation

Getting started:

Indian food is famous all over the world for its complex flavours, lively spices, and wide range of regional dishes. India has become more interested in the idea of the gastropub in recent years. A gastropub combines the friendliness and warmth of a traditional pub with the bold and exotic tastes of Indian food. To make the Perfect Indian gastropub menu, you need to find a mix between sticking to traditional recipes and trying new things to appeal to modern tastes. In this in-depth guide, we explore the art of menu planning and look at how cooks skillfully combine tradition and new ideas to create a memorable dining experience.

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Indian Gastropub Menu in Cambridge

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In conclusion:

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