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sparxaf · 11 months

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Tag Game Tuesday

Thank you for the tags, @wardingoffevil and @mrsbsmooth!

1. Name: Christy

2. Age: HARD PASS

3. Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

4. When is your birthday: Somewhere between when Capricorn starts and when it ends.

5. Where do you call home: Home is anywhere that calls carbonated drinks "pop," and everyone drops the t sounds from the ends of words. "I'm headin back to my apar-meh to see if I got my paycheh. Watch out there's a crack in the pavemeh."

6. Do you have any pets: Nope.

7. What do you do for work: Daytime receptionist/nighttime novelist

8. Current favorite musical artist: Taylor Swift.

9. If you could have lunch with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be: I'd stay home. Alone. I'm not really into meeting new people.

10. What are you wearing right now: I'm afraid to tell you because I don't want you to be overcome by sexual desire for me, but I'm wearing a very sensual pair of baggy grey pajama pants with stars all over them, an "Emo's Not Dead" hoodie, and a pair of slippers with sushi on them. Fan yourself so you don't pass out from my heat.

11. You’re going back to school, what’s your major: Graphic design or Fashion design (ignore my pajama situation).

12. Last fanfic or book you read: I've beta read the next couple chapters of Shiny Demon and I want MOAR.

13. And, finally, share a happy memory with me: I never really had much in the way of family traditions, so having a tradtion is particularly special to me. So, fall is my favorite season and nearly every year we'd go to the local cider mill in October. We haven't been in a few years because of the panny, but we used to go out to their pumpkin patch and pick out pumpkins for Halloween. Then we'd get in line (a long line out the door) to buy jugs of cider and apple cider doughnuts. Oftentimes, they have live music/bands outside (because there's a sitting area for dougnut consumption). The last time we went, there was an Elvis impersonator rubbing his scarf on old ladies who were hooting and hollering like they were 13 years old again and attending their first concert. It was the cutest fucking thing ever. But I digress. We'd get our treats, dump everything in the car, then go to the little gift shop and purchase some cider slushies (they are a gift from the gods/goddess/flying spaghetti monster). We'd suck them down and get brain freeze on our way home. At home, we'd carve the pumpkins, and I'd attempt to bake the seeds. And like every year, I'd burn them till they were inedible 😆. We'd take selfies with our pumpkin abominations and then we'd round out the night having cider and doughnuts while watching a Halloween/supernatural movie (usually Hocus Pocus or What We Do in the Shadows). Just thinking about it makes me feel so happy inside.

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qxeenerica · 2 years

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who: mike wheeler (@troublemakersxx) where: hawkins cider mill when: october 8, 1988

Sure, there were other food options at the fair. The mill had a wonderful restaurant attached with much more sustaining meals available. There was also a corn on the cob stand that would give her one of her daily servings of vegetables that her mother had always reminded her that she was supposed to have. However, you just couldn’t beat freshly made doughnuts. They may have cemented her fate of a sugar crash in the near future, but God, classic honey glazed just couldn’t be beat in Erica’s eyes.

The stand was heaven on Earth for her before an all too familiar face appeared on her left.

“You know you can do things without each other,” Erica reminded Mike. She wasn’t sure exactly where her brother was at the moment, but from a conversation she’d eavesdropped on between Lucas and her mother, she knew the Party had plans to check out the fair together that Saturday.

“Where is Lucas anyway?” Unless something had changed in the past several hours, going for doughnuts at any given opportunity was a family trait.

#mike #mike 002

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iloveyoumorethansoup · 1 year

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Top 5 doughnuts

Crispy Kreme glazed donut. What I Would Do For One Right Now. I could can and will eat so many of them in one sitting. They’re so good

Apple fritters. Man there’s this place by my house that makes these and they’re massive. If only I was in the right state

Eclairs <3 i didn’t know those were considered a donuts until I was just looking up donut types. When I was in third grade I ate so many my stomach hurt too bad to move so I had my friends bring me more so I could keep eating them

Honey crullers. Could also eat too many of these at once

Cider mill donuts. I miss the Midwest

#man do I love a good donut #asks #ask games #thanks!#lekopoofball

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billyhcrgrove · 2 years

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who: @thefreakmunscn where: hawkins cider mill when: october 8, 1988

While Billy took pride in his appearance, he’d never really worried or thought much about health when it came to what he ate. Perhaps it was because he managed to have the physique and stamina he did while still consuming beer and cigarettes regularly, but he probably wasn’t going to really start thinking about it until time caught up with him - if it ever did.

As he stood in front of the doughnut stall, choosing between flavours that would most likely constitute his dinner for the evening, he caught sight of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.

“Enjoying the festival, Munson?” he asked jokingly, not bothering to look over. “Sacrifice any virgins yet? Or do you have to wait until closer to Halloween for that?”

#eddie #eddie 002

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captain-fashion-padawan-wor-blog · 2 years

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melodylnoelle · 2 years

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Challenge Accepted

For @paradoxical-scribbler‘s Fictober Writing Challenge

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Loki and gn!reader Challenge Day Number: 6 Prompt: “Do I frighten you?” Warnings/Notes: None Summary: Loki makes a game out of trying to scare the gn!reader Word Count: 961 Author’s Notes: Back to fics on this one! And now that I am caught up on writing challenges, there should only be one a day. Please enjoy :) Masterlist

You moved your way through the shared living space to the kitchen. It had been a long day of setting up decorations. You figured with everything else going on, you might be the only one who cared about setting up for Halloween, but your mind was racing, and anything about the holiday always put you more at ease.

That was probably counter-intuitive now that you thought about it.

You had been at it for hours so far, and decided it was as good a time as any to break for one of your favorite treats – cider mill doughnuts and hot apple cider. You put some of the cider in a pot with some cinnamon sticks and watched it impatiently as it warmed.

You let your mind wander as you waited, thinking about what you wanted to dress up as for Tony’s Halloween party he was throwing in the penthouse the day of Halloween. There were a few different things that came to mind – something more typical, like a vampire or a magician. You might get a chuckle out of Thor or Loki if you dressed up as a Viking, but that might take a lot of work…

Your thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands coming down on your shoulder.

You started, turning around to see the person behind you.

“Oh dear. Do I frighten you?” Loki’s smile was full of mischief. He had backed up, hands held up near his shoulders.

“No,” you said, straightening your shoulders. “I just didn’t know that anyone else was up here.”

Loki lowered his hands, still grinning. “I didn’t realize you were so easy to startle.”

“You just caught me off-guard once, that’s all.” You turned back to your cider, which had started to bubble just enough in the pot. “It won’t happen again, I can guarantee that.”

“Is that a challenge?”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Just a statement of fact.”

“Sounded like a challenge to me. Oh, I like this.” He rubbed his hands together in front of him.

“If it is a challenge-“ you poured the contents of the pot into a mug, and turned around with it in hand- “then what’s in it for me when you fail to startle me again?”

Loki considered that a moment. “How about the winner gets to pick the loser’s costume for Halloween?”

You nod. “Sure. But congratulations, you’ve just set yourself up for failure, disappointment, and my amusement.” You took a sip of your drink, staring at him over the rim, before you grabbed a doughnut from behind you and walked past him out of the room.

Over the next few days, Loki tried endlessly to startle you again. When you got coffee at one of the coffee bars at the bottom of the tower, he jumped out from behind it. While you were decorating the penthouse for the upcoming party, he turned into a snake and came out of one of the decorations. The best one was that mid-conversation with him, he shifted to have a wolf’s head. Nothing he did hard startled you since you saw it all coming. By the time Halloween morning came along, he finally had to admit defeat to you.

“So. What have you concocted as the Halloween costume I must wear?” He asked, shaking his head. “Bilgeschnip?” He jested. “Or a werewolf, perhaps, since I attempted to scare you as one?”

“Nope.” You mirrored his normally mischievous grin. “I have something… simpler in mind. Much, much simpler.”

He raised his eyebrow at you when you handed him a bag and told him to go into the bathroom and change.

He came out fuming. “I cannot possibly go out looking like this.”

“You lost a bet. You deal with the consequences.”

“I did not expect you to make me dress like Thor. And a cheap version at that.”

It was a cheap version. He had a very fake-looking blonde wig that you had tied a few braids into. The armor was a spandex t-shirt with the design printed on it, with a cape that was safety-pinned to the shoulders and not nearly long enough. The hammer was made of Styrofoam, and the only pants you had provided were black leggings. He did get to keep his own boots, though, since you had no idea what size to get for him on those.

“If you want me to dress as my brother, at least allow me to look like a better version of him.” Without even a wave of his hand, seidr poured over him. When it faded, he was dressed in full armor, appeared taller, and had a very-convincing-looking Mjolnir at his side.

You held up a hand before he could speak. “No, no, no. I get to pick the costume. You don’t get to cheat by making an illusion of a costume.”

“Well that hardly seems fair. Especially since your costume looks so nice.”

You glanced over at the mirror to admire your work. You had thrown together a really nice version of one of Loki’s outfits, complete even with a nice-looking wig and green cape. It was a great juxtaposition from his outfit, which you found amusing. Still, you put your foot down. “I wouldn’t be able to do it if you had won, that means you can’t.”

Loki thought for a moment, trying to see away out of it. “Fine.” He let the seidr move over him again, bringing back the costume that you had bought him.

“Oh, stop your pouting,” you teased. “It’s just for one day. Then you can go back to looking like your perfect self.”

He chuckled. “While I appreciate the compliment, I do not truly believe that I will be able to live this one down.”

#fictober writing challenge #writing #writerblr #mcu #loki

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laika-the-bitch · 2 years

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it has been far too long since i`ve been to a cider mill :( what kind of michigander am i if i don`t consume at least half a dozen cinnamon cake doughnuts every october????

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sam-spills-alot · 3 years

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#ghost #pumpkin #pumpkins #jack o'lanterns #boo #night #dark #doughnuts #caramel apples #apple #owl #halloween #october #orange #black #cider mill #cider #mill #haunted #spooky #spooky season

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maracujatangerine · 3 years

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55. Autumn Market

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe

“Hm!”

Brutus stepped out in front of Lydia with a deep-throated sound somewhere between a harrumph and a growl.

A young teenage boy was barrelling towards them. He looked back over his shoulder, joking with his mates. He didn’t notice that he was on a collision course until he bounced off Brutus’ broad chest. The guard dog was glaring down at him.

“Um… sorry?” The boy volunteered nervously.

“Thank you, Brutus.” Lydia said lightly. “It is all fine now.” She stepped up to his side, taking his arm with a smile.

The guard dog blinked down at her, surprise writ large all over his face. His stance changing from threatening to humble, almost cowering. The boy took the chance to scram.

“Well done.” Lydia said. “That was very helpful.” The muscular man gave her a hesitant smile and puffed out his chest in pride. Lydia had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. That could have been a disaster, but all went well. It was funny, watching Brutus, he was so expressive with his body language. Just like Cory.

Looking over at Coriander, he illustrated her point, looking completely crestfallen. When he noticed her looking at him, he quickly rearranged his features to a neutral expression. On a guess, Lydia handed her basket to Brutus and reached out her free arm to Coriander.

“Come on, Cory.”

With a quick step, he was at her side and offered his arm. Walking between them, arm in arm, Lydia surreptitiously glanced at Cory a while later, and noticed with satisfaction that he was smiling a little to himself.

It was a beautiful, blue sky day. The trees had begun shifting their colours into brilliant red and yellow and there was a little bit of a bite in the air.

Lydia congratulated herself for choosing to wear her thick, grey sweater with a white pattern and her fuchsia pink scarf. Cory had a dark red sweater with a blue scarf and Brutus his leather jacket. Wayland hadn’t sent him a scarf, so Lydia had lent him a green one. The fluffy scarf clashed with the guard dog’s kind of severe outfit, but he had accepted it gratefully. As far as Lydia was concerned, warm was better than stylish.

“Do you guys feel warm enough?” She asked. Both Cory and Brutus nodded.

There was a lot of people milling around under the trees next to the lake. Market stalls with awnings in a mishmash of green, blue, red, yellow and white snaked around the path and prospective shoppers wandered around looking at the wares on offer.

“If you want to buy anything, just let me know.” Lydia said, knowing as she said it that it was extremely unlikely that either of them would ask. Instead, she opened her purse and gave them each a bill. “Here, you can buy whatever you want with this, okay?”

Overlaying the fresh autumn air was the scents of the market. Someone was selling freshly smoked fish, there was a wood fire burning. There was bread baking, sausages frying and a waft of red curry from a food stall. They passed a stall selling a myriad of scented candles, some of their candles lit to demonstrate.

Some stalls sold multicoloured sweets or piles of carrots, cabbages and beetroots. Others had colourful jars of jam or pickled vegetables and bottles of berry and fruit cordials gleaming in the sun. Some displayed knitted mittens, hats and scarves in all colours of the rainbow. One woman was selling pots of chrysanthemums, rows of flowers in shades of lilac, red, white and yellow.

All three of them stared in fascination at some bees busy in a glass hive next to a stall selling locally produced honey.

Lydia stopped to buy three small glass bottles of fresh apple cider from this years harvest. At another stall she picked up some pastries filled with spinach and feta cheese and lastly, a paper bag filled with still warm jam-filled doughnuts.

Leading the way into the park, she stopped next to a maple tree that had begun switching its leaves into a vibrant orange, but that still had plenty of green leaves too. The spot overlooked both the lake and the busy market.

“Thank you, Brutus.” She took back her basket from the guard dog and took out the green-and-blue checkered picnic blanket. “Could you help me spread it out?”

Lydia sat down on the blanket and started to unpack the basket, her new purchases, some fruit, cheese and sandwiches brought from home, cutlery and glasses for the cider.

“Have a seat.” she told the two pets. “Let’s have some food.”

Brutus looked uncertainty to Cory for reassurance. Eating next to her, did his mistress really mean that they were supposed to do that? Coriander, who already had been through this a number of times before, nodded. He knelt down on the blanket and slowly, the guard dog followed suit.

Brutus had slowly relaxed his refusal to eat during the days that had passed. Lydia still had to hand him the food, but he was all right with eating it for himself now.

The food was lovely, the sun still warm and the hubbub of the market a colourful spectacle pleasant to watch from a distance.

After eating, Lydia amused herself with braiding a daisy chain with daisies scattered around in the grass. Cory and Brutus watched her with interest, and with some encouragement from her side, all three of them soon had flower crowns of tightly braided daisies.

It was so cute! She took a photo of both the pets, and a selfie with all three of them, debated sending it to Ceci and Wayland, but just kept it for herself instead.

“I brought us books.” She told them. “If you want to, we could stay here and read for a while in the grass. Cory, here’s yours.”

She had offered him the book a few days before Brutus came, the first time she offered Cory a particular book. Earlier, she had just told him to pick any book he wanted, to no avail.

Lydia had agonised over the choice. She felt that Coriander was in such a fragile state of mind, that she didn’t want to give him a book that could scare him or expose him to something that would make him feel bad. But would it be insulting to offer him a book for children, as if she thought his mind was too simple to grasp the complexities of a more grown up book?

Finally, she had settled on offering him ‘The little white horse’ by Elizabeth Goudge. The book seemed like a safe choice, exciting, but not scary, magical, with no real world connection and a hopeful ending. It did feel dated, in some ways, but she thought that Cory wouldn’t mind. So far, he had been reading it and she hoped it meant that he liked it.

“How about you, Brutus?” She asked. “I brought a few books for you, but I know that not all pets read. Do you know how to read?”

“No, Ma’am.” The guard dog said, shamefaced. “I can read signs and short instructions, but there is no need for me to read longer texts.”

Lydia, slightly regretfully, put down her own portal to galaxies and peoples far away. Luckily, she had anticipated this.

“I brought a book of fairytales from around the world. If you want, I could read out-loud to you - and to Cory too, if he wants.” She smiled. “Fairytales are for adults too, even if we often think they are only for children. There’s a lot of wisdom hidden in them.”

“I… I would like that, Ma’am.”

Sometime later Coriander gathered its courage to ask.

“Miss Lydia, t-this pet would like to buy something from the market. Would it be all right for it to do it by itself?”

Its mistress had looked at it, radiant with surprise and joy.

“Yes!” She had said. “Of course. We will be right here, take as much time as you want.”

It was strange how its mistress seemed to like when it asked for things.

The pet had decided that it wanted to buy a gift for her. After purchasing a deep purple chrysanthemum in a plastic pot, the pet returned back though the market.

Coriander reflected that its mistress had been looking kind of sadly at the pet every now and then during the day. At first it was wondering whether she was comparing the pet to Brutus and thinking that she would have preferred to own him instead.

But she was touching Cory a lot, in nice ways, that didn’t hurt. She petted the pet over the hair, putting a hand on its arm, holding its hand, even, once. Miss Lydia was often touching it, but this seemed more than usual. Almost as if she wanted to reassure herself that the pet was really there.

The pet worried a little, but decided that masters’ ways sometimes were inscrutable. It should just enjoy the extra attention it got from its mistress.

It was a lovely day out.

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