#i'm a person who would much prefer to be cold rather than hot so i'm a fan of their location

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizontober 2023 | 10: favorite tribe (banuk!)

#horizontober2023 #horizon zero dawn #hzd #the frozen wilds #banuk #hzd npcs #hzd song's edge #the banuk are def my favorite and i was so sad they were absent from hfw :( #the frozen wilds was suuuuuuuch a good dlc #i really loved everything about it (except getting wrecked by that first scorcher lmao) #i'm a person who would much prefer to be cold rather than hot so i'm a fan of their location #also love the color blue which they seem to favor #and love the story of banukai and the shamans and how they view the machines #their philosophy does seem a bit harsh to (soft pitiful) me but then again so is their environment #also they have some of the most badass headgear #(there are a lot more pics i would have liked to have taken but i'm not at home rn so this was done under crunch conditions lol)

[telvess]

Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror loki #ror jack the ripper #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror hermes #ror susanoo #ror thor #ror sasaki kojiro #ror nikola tesla #ror apollo #ror ares #udj

[vintagepascal]

alfajores

AN - the poll I put up the other day won out with fluffy pedro/reader and I'm working on a request I got for it but it's taking me a hot sec, so have this one that I already have written to hold you over :) hope you enjoy!

word count - 2,900+

rating - teen

content warnings - no warnings, just fluff!

summary - you decide to surprise pedro for his birthday on set with some help from bella (ao3 link if you prefer, it's titled pedrito over there :) )

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you worry too much

You hit send, tucking your phone quickly between your thighs as you tried to relax, eyes trained on the window outside as the plane started to pull back from the jetbridge. You were never much of a liar, but you hoped desperately that you could pull this one off somehow. 

Your phone buzzed. A text from Pedro, no doubt.

Mi amor, that’ll be four shifts this week. You need a break :( 

You couldn’t help the smile that it brought to your face, knowing that he had no idea that you’d be seeing him so soon. 

I’ll survive. Busy is good. Now go film some cool shit, tell Bella I said hi. I’ll text when I can. I love you

Love you more. and no hi for Bella, they ate all my bday cookies. 

You chuckled to yourself and quickly clicked your phone over to airplane mode. You’d paid for the inflight wifi so he wouldn’t suspect anything if he happened to have enough breaks in filming to text you - he was a worrier at heart, especially when it came to those he loved, and an undelivered text would be enough to put him into a panic. 

With everything set into motion, you settled back into your seat and reviewed the plan.

You’d had it in the works for a month. All behind the scenes of course, but you’d gotten everyone in on it that you could. Neil, Craig, Bella, Gabriel - anyone who would be around set. The filming schedule was insane, but you knew that they’d want Pedro’s birthday to be special, especially since he wasn’t able to come home and spend it with you.

In the years that you’d been dating, you had learned he loved a good surprise, though he would never admit it. And even more so, he would never, ever , let anyone make a big deal out of things for him. Even if he played it off for the press about loving the attention, when it came to those close to him he would much rather celebrate those around him than be the one in the spotlight. 

It was no surprise that they were one hundred percent on board with throwing a bit of a surprise party, with you being the main surprise. The next part of the plan was simple - getting a few days off work had been easy enough, considering Pedro had insisted that you went part time and only worked when you wanted to once he landed another job. It was a luxury that you allowed, considering it meant you got to spend so much more time with him when he was off filming, and even go on the occasional press tour with him. 

Once the flight was booked and everything else had been arranged, the hard part came - keeping the love of your life in the dark. Pedro was the type of person that you wanted to tell everything to. From the simple things, like the dog in the rain boots that you’d seen on 2nd avenue that morning, to how much you wished you could be together all the time - any thought you had flowed off your tongue so easily to him. He was your safe space, and you were his, which was a cornerstone of your relationship from day one. 

Thank god you’d only finalized your plan a few weeks ago, or you weren’t sure you would have made it. 

As a cover up, you found a highly rated South American bakery in Vancouver to send some of his favorite cookies and sweets to set, just like the ones his mom used to make when he was young. You sent some flowers too - hydrangeas, spray roses, gerberas - something to warm up the cold Vancouver set he’d been dealing with. He’d called you that morning from hair and makeup, so grateful and excited. You’d promised him there was more to come when you could see him in person, which he thought was in three long weeks when there was a small break in scheduling for something Bella needed to do back in London. That seemed to be enough of a birthday present from afar to satisfy him.

You hoped he was still in the dark as you watched the small plane flit across your screen, taking you mile by mile closer to him. 

It was a long flight from New York to Vancouver. You spent the majority of the time doing something you didn’t get to do often on flights - watch something Pedro was in. Majority of the time, if you were on a long haul, Pedro was right beside you and in his true almost 50 year old fashion, he’d break out his headphone splitter and want to watch something with you. You’d only recently got him to agree to airpods. Obviously, that meant anything he had been in was off limits, so you took the rare chance to go back and watch Narcos - you were only in season two, and you were loving how much screen time Pena was getting. 

It made you smile hearing Pedro getting to show off in both Spanish and English - he’d taught you quite a bit in your relationship, and you caught quite a few words throughout the episodes that you recognized, though most of the time you were too busy watching him to pay much attention to anything else. God, you would never understand how you’d gotten so lucky. 

Halfway through an episode, a text popped up on your phone.

This is gonna be so good dude, he is proper clueless. 

You laughed as you read it in Bella’s voice. A picture came through next of them holding a small cookie and running away, with a blur that you assumed was Pedro in the back.

Also, pls send more alfajores before he kills me

By the looks of the photo, they were shooting outside of the city still, which was what you had planned for. Pedro had begun a habit of sending you a picture each morning of the set for the day, a way of keeping you involved from afar. It seemed to be the same beautiful landscape as earlier - you hoped he had been having a good day so far.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch. You texted Pedro once, feigning that you were on break at work, unsurprised that he wasn’t able to answer right away, as you knew he was busy. 

The excitement really started to set in when you touched down in Vancouver. You shot a text to Craig once you landed - it was 7pm local time, and you had about an hour and a half drive to get to set. To your surprise, the crew had insisted that you got the celebrity treatment by association, and had sent you a driver who met you outside of the airport and immediately got you on your way. 

You made small talk with her until the first and only hiccup of the plan appeared - Pedro’s face popped up on your phone, an adorable picture of him from last summer on your vacation to Hawaii - an incoming facetime call. Of course. He usually called you in the evenings, but it wasn’t always a facetime. As much as it killed you, you let it ring through, waiting about five minutes until you returned it with a regular call.

“Hi mi amor , everything okay? You off work?” He picked up on the first ring.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good! I’ve got a headache so I took a shower and got straight in bed, sorry I didn’t pick up.” It felt so wrong to lie, but you knew it would pay off. 

“Oh no cariño, did you take some medicine? Did the shower help? There’s some of that tea I made you last time in the cabinet still, in the purple box.”

“I’m fine love, just need some sleep is all. Guess it’s a good thing I’m not there to put a damper on your birthday fun,” you teased, grinning to yourself. Your driver let out a tiny chuckle that you caught in the rearview mirror. 

“Wish you were here, headache or no headache,” he sighed. “I miss you.”

“Miss you more.”

“ Mentiras. ” He said. “Lies,” he translated when you didn’t contradict him. “I won’t keep you, just wanted to see your pretty face. We can talk in the morning when you feel better, okay? Call me if you need me. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy birthday Pedro, I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Bye amor.��

You hung up, letting your head rest back and your heart flutter as the city began to fade away behind you. 

One hour later, and you were frantically texting with Bella, attempting to find the best way to surprise Pedro as you arrived on set.

Have your driver drop you off by my trailer, and I’ll sneak you into production stage. Meet you there in five.

You relayed the message and sure enough, Bella came scurrying around the corner, practically tackling you in a hug once they found you. You’d met them the first time you came to set with Pedro, back in the beginning stages of production during some team bonding time, and you knew how important their relationship was to the both of them.

“Do you think he has any idea that I’m here?” You asked, following Bella as they led you around the back of a large temporary structure that you assumed was production stage. 

“Not a single fucking clue. Craig and I have been playing it off all day long, talking about how fun it would be if you were here,” Bella grinned. “I think Neil is bringing out a cake, c’mon, we gotta hurry. He’s probably in his chair, just hang back and sneak up behind him.”

As you rounded the corner, you heard the hum of voices inside and noticed the chairs. Bella gave you a quick thumbs up and hurried around so they didn’t draw any attention to you, coming in from a different angle and taking their chair next to Pedro. You spotted Neil first, walking very carefully with a large chocolate cake alit with candles in the general direction of the chairs. 

Crew began to gather around and you swung to the right so you could blend in but still see Pedro’s face as he realized what was happening. They all began to sing and you watched the adorable blush spread across his cheeks. Bella was filming beside him as he smiled and blew out his candles to the applause of all of the cast and crew - it warmed your heart to see so many people celebrating the man you loved.

They took the cake to a nearby table and began to cut it, passing Pedro his piece first. In all the noise, you seized your opportunity to sneak up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and squeezing gently. 

“Can I have a bite?” 

His eyes blew wide as he craned his neck to try and see who was behind him. You leaned back to help him out, laughing at the pure shock on his face.

“What!? What the fuck are you doing here!? You’re in New York!” He discarded his cake to the side, roughly pushing his chair out of the way to get to you as he stood up all in one move, wrapping you up in his arms. You could vaguely hear applause somewhere behind you but you didn’t care. It felt too good to be in his arms after so many weeks, your brain didn’t have much space to process anything else. 

When he finally loosened up it was only to kiss you softly twice on the lips, then once on the forehead before he leaned back and grinned at you.

“You sneaky little thing.”

“Guess I’m not in New York,” you teased, popping up on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time before you disentangled from him, leaning over to give Bella a fist bump. 

“Oh you knew about this? Huh?” Pedro asked.

“Of course I knew about it, I’ve known for a month man!” Bella grinned. 

“Oh you see if you make it through a single take tomorrow kid,” he threatened, but they were both laughing. 

“Actually, as a birthday gift, tomorrow is a rest day. Everybody can thank Y/N for that one!” Craig announced, which was met with whooping and cheers from everyone, with a few yells of your name. Pedro pulled you up against his side. 

“I assume that means you’re spending the night then, eh?”

“Nah, figured I’d just pop in for five minutes and then catch the next flight out,” you grinned, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m here for three days, two nights.”

“Not long enough. Never long enough, but I’ll take what I can get,” Pedro sighed, kissing your hair. “Now get some cake so we can go home.”

Home in Vancouver was a nice apartment that Pedro was renting downtown. After cake was had, final birthday wishes were given and hugs were distributed, Pedro changed back into his own clothes and led you to his rental - an Audi, of course. He opened the passenger door for you and climbed into the driver’s seat, holding your hand as he sped off of set and back towards the city.

It didn’t matter that you had just done this drive - he held the back of your hand up to his lips, pressing soft kisses there as he drove down the highway and you couldn’t have been more content.

“I cannot believe you’re here right now. I thought I wasn’t going to see you for weeks,” he said, shaking his head. He hadn’t stopped smiling since you had appeared behind him. 

“I couldn’t leave you alone on your birthday,” you sighed, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder. It was late New York time, and the adrenaline of the day was beginning to wear off now that you were with your man. 

“You can sleep cariño, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” he murmured to you.

“No, no I'm okay,” you reassured him, but it was already garbled. 

The next thing you felt were soft lips on your forehead. 

“We’re here mi amor. C’mon, let's get you upstairs.”

He helped you out of the car, the lobby lights of the building helping to wake you up a bit as you made it to the elevator. The driver from earlier had put your suitcase in Pedro’s car, and he managed it with ease as well. You stayed tucked up to his side as you headed up to the top floor. He unlocked the door easily, keeping one arm wrapped around you even as you walked through the door, rolling your suitcase into the corner. He kicked off his boots and tossed his keys somewhere, and then he was scooping you up, making you squeal a bit when your feet left the floor. 

“God you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you being here lately. I’ve missed you like crazy baby.” He carried you down the hallway and into the kitchen, sitting you down onto the counter. Without asking, he turned and made you a glass of ice water. “Drink. You’ve been on a plane all day.”

You listened to him, grateful for the cool liquid on your dry throat. 

“I need to go get all this makeup off, but I’ll be ready for bed in five minutes. Meet you there?” 

“I could go with you,” you offered, but your words were garbled by the long yawn that immediately followed. Pedro chuckled, kissing your nose. 

“I don’t think I can hold you upright and wash all this grime off at the same time love. Go climb in bed. Stay awake for me, I’ll be there in just a minute,” he instructed, taking you by the hips and placing you on your feet. He didn’t let go until he was sure you were steady, and then he disappeared to the bathroom. 

You didn’t even bother going for your suitcase. Instead, you moved to your boyfriend’s drawers, finding his old Lakers shirt. It smelled so much like him that it made you smile as you stripped out of everything but your underwear and pulled it on. 

You climbed into bed, making yourself sit up so you wouldn’t fall back asleep as you listened to the water run in the bathroom, then turn off. Pedro was humming a song as he got ready, and you couldn’t help but grin when he emerged only a few minutes later in just his boxers, hair damp and a matching smile on his face. 

He wasted no time in climbing into bed next to you, immediately reaching over and pulling you right up against him. His hands splayed out underneath your shirt, finding skin as he sighed, pressing his nose up to your neck and breathing you in.

“Ahh, mi deseo,” he breathed.

“Translate,” you whispered, eyes closed as you melted into him, trying to get your skin onto his everywhere that you could. It lit a familiar fire in you that began to burn deep.

“My wish,” he said. “I wished for you. Today, but also for so long.”

“I’m here. Right here,” you breathed, hands slotting into his hair. His fingers found purchase against your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. 

“Happy birthday Pedrito.”

“Happy birthday to me,” he grinned, and got to work.

#my writing #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal writing #pedro pascal fluff #:) #hope you enjoy! my next one has some angst thrown in hehe #and im still working on my javi p one I just have the worst writers block of all time apparently lol #sorry the gif is shitty I threw it together in literally 5 minutes haha

[beelsbignaturals]

What is the perfect birthday gift MC can give to the brothers, in your opinion?

🎂 BIRTHDAY DEMONS🎉

Lucifer hates surprises. Probably because anytime someone "surprises" him, it's almost always his brothers fucking shit up catastrophically. But… he does have a soft spot for you. If you are insisting on surprising him with something nice for his birthday just… promise you won't give him more gray hair, okay? Honestly, just keep it simple. Get the other six out of the house, set up a cute candlelit dinner, grab some demonus and you are all set! If you really want to go all out, that coveted factory tour to top it all off would be very much appreciated.

As much as Mammon would be so down to be a sugar baby… he really doesn't want you to spend your life's savings just to get him a gift. I mean, if it's from you, it's worth more than its weight in gold in his eyes. I think Mammon is the type to keep absolutely everything you give him. Tickets from when you went to the movies, a rock you found that you claim matches his eyes, one of those weird spider rings from an arcade. You get the point. He is absolutely whipped. So yeah, something nice would be cool. But he would treasure a handmade card or jewelry just as much, if not more. Simply because it's from you.

I think Leviathan would really appreciate something that ties in to one of his interests but isn't super obvious. Like, of course, everyone gets him Ruri Chan or TSL merch. But something from an anime he showed you once or twice means a lot to him but doesn't have a huge fan base? Levi would cry. Because it means you really do listen to his endless rambles. It's more about the fact you care, that you don't tune him out, rather than what the gift itself is. 

Take Satan to a used bookstore. You can hold hands while walking through a maze of dubiously organized bookshelves, your pinkies linked together while you browse. Let the fourth born pick out a new book or two. If you want to be extra as hell (pun intended), go the extra mile and get him a cat plushie. Preferably with a green bow wrapped around its neck. It's a guarantee that you will soon find Satan and Catan curled up with a book and some tea. He won't let anyone else know it, but Catan is his most prized possession now.

Asmodeus would absolutely love something romantic. Maybe a simple locket. Heart-shaped and rose gold with a picture of the two of you inside. Preferably a photo where you guys look goofy. Perhaps from one of your spa nights, when you were covered in homemade face masks (that Beel had taste tested…) Or, if you want to go old school, a lock of your hair instead. Something that shows the love you feel for him, as opposed to lust.

This is 100% inspired by the Devilgram where Beelzebub teaches you how to snowboard, but.. I honestly think Beel would be the type of person who prefers an experience over a physical gift. And I'm sure the Devildom has some sort of magic ski resort that is always snowy. So why not spend a day snowboarding with Beel?! You can hit the slopes early and then grab some hot chocolate together, sitting inside by a fire until you can feel your fingers again. End the day with an impromptu snowball fight that leaves you breathless, the cold air stinging your lungs as you both collapse on the ground laughing.

I think Belphegor would appreciate something like one of those paintings of what the night sky looked like on an important date. Like maybe your birthday, or the day you first climbed the stairs to the attic, or your first date. Something like that. A gorgeous watercolor background with an exact chart of what the night sky looked like that day, a moment frozen in time. He would keep it right near his bed so it's the first thing he sees every morning. It makes getting up less awful.

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me x reader #shrimp writes #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me headcanons #request

[adelarsims]

OC QUESTIONNAIRE: IVO

thank you @simarcana for the tag :)

if any of you wanted to know ivo a little better, here's your chance.

hello, my dear. i believe we never met... i'm the spellweaver here at the Academia, and a substitute librarian for the time being, until they find someone else for the job. so... in which capacity i may be of help?

NAME: that would depend on who you see in front of you right now, me or the... oh. then just ivo is more than enough, there is no need to stand on ceremony ~

NICKNAME: with such a short name as mine, no one really called me anything else. if you don’t count common words of endearment, but i don't think that counts.

GENDER: ...hmm. that made me think. i’m used to think of myself as a man, but when i imagine being offered a different opinion, it doesn’t feel alien or make me uncomfortable either... there's always something yet to be discovered about ourselves, isn't it.

STAR SIGN: Pisces, but you might not find it very fitting anymore, now that i... oh, apologies, i got a little distracted for a moment.

HEIGHT: i never bothered measuring my own height exactly. probably a little over 180 barefoot, a little under 190 on heels... why would that be important? i assure you, 171-cm-on-heels worth of the Grand Sage in a bad mood can be much scarier. ah, you want me to get you this book from the upper shelf? in that case, my dear, how about i teach you a little beckoning spell if you have the time? it will come in handy when i’m not around to help. ~

ORIENTATION: there was a time when i preferred one gender over all others. now i prefer not to prefer either. that is just for the best for everyone. i’m truly sorry if you asked out of... personal interest, my dear.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: i’m afraid even i don't have the answer. i was here for as long as i can recall, but my childhood memories are rather... hazy. it was definitely warmer than here though, that much i remember.

FAVORITE FRUIT: peach, the juicier the better. even imagining it in my hand, its fuzzy skin is warm from the sun, juice streaming down my fingers and palm and staining my sleeve... ah, it almost makes me feel the taste in my mouth.

FAVORITE SEASON: summer. cold and damp weather can be very hard to endure, it takes a huge toll on my mind and body alike.

FAVORITE FLOWER: a whole field of forget-me-nots. and the apple tree blossoming in the warmest month of spring. it’s not something you could pluck for your amusement and put in a vase... you can only appreciate it and step away, carrying this moment of peace in your heart.

FAVORITE SCENT: oh, you know these thick, spicy scents that are an essential part of every tiny store that sells all kinds of fake occult knick-knacks impressionable young humans are so obsessed with? yeah, this scent. it’s just... so nostalgic for some reason.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: i much prefer pomegranate wine, my dear, but alas, now that i’m not allowed to drink alcohol anymore... it would be linden and melissa herbal tea. aside from its mild taste and soothing qualities, another great thing about it is that it never becomes tart even if you forget about it for a long time... however, i would also never say no to a cup of hot chocolate in a pleasant company ~

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: more than nine, preferably. sadly, i’m rarely given that luxury. everyone always needs something here, and you can't really say no when it's the Grand Sage who's asking, now can you?

DOGS or CATS: neither, my... guest doesn’t like animals. or, rather, they do not like to be in my presence anymore. why are you looking at me like that? i thought professor Ember warned you about... i see. apologies for confusing you then. at any rate, if i have to choose, then cats. a cat sleeps for twenty hours a day and wouldn't give me any trouble, while having a dog demands too much physical activity for my taste.

DREAM TRIP: anywhere warm, my dear. (...where i really want to go is to go back in time and make a different decision, one i won’t be regretting for the rest of my days, but...) oh, i look sad? these cold stones just aren’t good for my morale. winter this year was awfully long.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: indefinite. nothing better for the night than making a warm cozy nest out of thick fluffy blankets. the flip side is that the warmer and cozier your blanket nest is, the more heartbreaking it is to leave it in the morning.

RANDOM FACT: there’s a belief among academia students that if you jump across the hall all the way to the statue of the First Sage on just one leg the day before the exam, and throw the note with your request, and the note stays in the statue’s hands, you will get an A+ without trying. no, no, not lazy, most of them prepare for exams anyway... it’s more of a tradition now. sometimes they write completely unrelated things. poems, love confessions to each other... someone even begged the statue to make professor Ember have a crush on them, poor soul. how do i know all that? whose responsibility it is to retrieve all these notes from the statue, you think?

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[mysticmellowlove]

Teen fem reader x yandere.

They are both in highschool maybes she’s a year below him or just a little younger anyway- she’s know around school for really just having her shit together. She authentic, she’s smart, she knows what she wants to do with her life, she NEVER fights. She’s the type of girl to be nice nasty like of someone tries something she throws out some “I’ll pray for you,” or just something classy yk?

So it is a major surprise when she walks into the front office when yan is there being escorted in by a teacher or what not with looks like disheveled hair and when the person in the office questions her she admits she got into a fight. Everyone in the office is surprised because everyone knows she’s a good girl.

Yan can’t even believe it now wait till he finds out the reason we got into our first fight!

We got into a fight because of him actually. We were sitting minding our own business when these bitches started talking about him saying stuff like: “He’s so weird and shy, he’s fine as fuck though I would totally smash.” “I would let him fuck my throat is he weren’t such a loser.”

We hear that shit and trying to be as kind and put together as we can say: “Don’t talk about him like that.” They got offended and next thing we know we won a fight and are in the office with him.

note; this bad boy grew a whole ass storyline as i was writing it damn

Unlike a certain someone, she was better at hiding her feelings. However, when she heard her classmates speaking like that about him she couldn't help herself. When she was younger her dad got her to take up martial arts for a short while so she knew where to hit. It was easy really, to just hurt someone like that.

The assistant to the principal barely had their hand hovering over her back as she made her way into the office. The instant shocked looks she got wasn't something she really expected to happen but it is what it is.

"If you could just wait here for a moment miss, I'm sure this will all be figured out soon." The assistant said as they motioned her over to a chair, right next to him. He had been looking at her the whole time she was being escorted in, his eyes never leaving her figure. He seemed to be shocked, not even the thin line of blood dripping from his hairline seemed to interest him more than she did.

She sat down next to him, her legs crossed over each other as she fought the want to look at him. He had moved here not too long ago, an ex-private school kid. Rumours had already spread about him and from what she had seen him do they seemed to be true. He had been placed at this school because he was a delinquent that didn't fit the private scene. He beat up other kids and disrespected property.

He was the exact opposite of herself and yet that's what drew her to him. She was a fierce believer in opposites attract. Or maybe she just wanted a reason behind her casual infatuation. Being the best and the brightest got boring sometimes so maybe he was the perfect distraction?

It wasn't even as if her classmates were spewing lies about him either. He was rather cute, hot even. She wouldn't mind kissing him, or lying with him or maybe even letting her choke on his dick. It's just that she would prefer that only she be allowed the privilege.

No one seemed to understand him like she did.

"Why are you here?" Her head turned as he spoke up, his voice harsh and gruff. She blinked at him, behind his cold exterior she could see that small glint in his eye. That glint told her he was just as interested in her as she was in him. It was no secret that he was interested in her, rumours had spread about that as well.

That he would pummel anyone who talked down about her, using their blood as a reminder that she was untouchable even more than she already was. Sometimes she even thought the teachers encouraged it, so long as he wasn't breaking school property he could tail her as much as he liked. Act like her secret protector...

"There was just a little misunderstanding." She mumbled, he had been close to her many times before but she rarely had the chance to get close to him without him moving away from her, as if he was scared to even be seen next to her. She found it stupid... and selfish.

"Bullshit!" He yelled, his hand slamming down on the chair arm. The receptionist at the front desk flinched a little, keeping his head down.

"Who." Was all he said as he looked at her, his eyes ablaze. The intensity drifting off of him was stifling, overwhelming almost. She felt a small shiver run down her back.

"Just some girls, I dealt with it." She hummed nonchalantly as she shrugged her shoulder, ignoring the receptionist who looked like he was watching his own private teen drama.

He went to stand up only to be grabbed by her. He seemed to look down at his wrist in alarm, his cheeks lightly blushing before he managed to remain calm.

"I said I dealt with it, can't you be near me for a few moments?" She looked at him, her eyes shimmering in false tears. He seemed to sputter something before he sat back down, his eyes refusing to meet with hers.

"Why don't you want to be near me?" She hummed as she looked at him, her fingers still wrapped around his wrist. His skin was heating up like a furnace. He got like this from one little touch?

"I.... can't control myself." He mumbled as he looked down at his shoes, unwanting to show her his expression. She tutted as she let her eyes close.

"Then don't." That was all she said.

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[maaarshieee]

i see, u needed dottore ideas so IM GONNA DROP ONE EVERY WEEK 🎉

angst to fluff dottore when he decided to lash out on y/n after accidentally ruining his papers and he told y/n to leave him alone!! y/n proceeds to ignore him for weeks and he's starting to feel guilty

or

dottore meeting y/n through another mad scientist in sumeru. the scientist experimented on y/n and dottore grew fond of y/n. something happened that almost killed y/n so he got mad AND TOOK HER AWAY! THE SCIENTIST WAS FOUND DEAD AFTER A FEW DAYS

i like angst because i like hurting myself... anw im gonna be weekly anon.... HMMM

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↬ cw: established long-term relationship with reader, mentions of experiments and torture, canon typical violence, slight obsession (dottore and reader), couple fights, reader crazy like him fr

Dottore never raises his voice at you.

Just a snark remark here and there, would scold you for your chaotic antics in his lab from time to time. But would never raise his voice at you. Well, intentionally, of course. There were times before when he'd yell at you, but they were never too serious, or loud enough to startle you.

Today was different.

He was already in a foul mood when it all happened. His experiments were giving him a headache rather than enjoyment lately, and the workers he assigned simple tasks that anyone could do in a span of a few days all failed. Things were not going as planned, even his research hit a dead end.

And what did you do to even worsen his mood?

Spilled coffee on his piles of papers. It was an accident, of course. You were tripped by a discarded pen on the floor and stumbled to his desk, hand letting go of the cup as you caught yourself before you hit the ground. He can look past your mistakes since it was you, of all people. But his day has been one of the worse ones yet and his sense of rationality was clouded by his frustrations, letting his anger burst out to you.

"Ah, shit—" You hiss at the painful burns of your hot coffee that landed on your hand but forced yourself to ignore it and instead tried to grab the ruined files, to attempt fixing, or at least dry it but before you could do so, Dottore slammed his hand on the desk.

Startled, you froze like deer a caught in headlights, eyes wide in shock. The impact was so loud in the quiet lab that it rang throughout the spacious area and all the segments present in the room had halted from whatever they were doing, all eyes on the both of them.

"You moron," He spat with venom, a scowl on his lips, and beneath his mask, you could tell he glaring at you with those ruby eyes of his. The hairs of your skin stood as your heart began to palpitate, unsure of what to do under his furious gaze. "Do you know how long it took me to finish all these?"

It was the first time in years you'd seen him so mad at you, your hand began to shake, so you folded your arms behind you, trying to mask your already obvious distress toward him. Cold sweat began to form at your neck whilst you tried to open your mouth to speak, "I- well-"

"Speak up when I'm talking to you."

Technically, your position in the Fatui is much lower than Dottore's. You were his personal assistant, the person who takes upon tasks with much more difficult since you're much more competent than most soldiers. So, it meant you were under his command. But that didn't mean he treated you like a mere soldier.

Well, at least not until now.

You went frigid at his demand, head hung low and eyes on your toes, hands clenched to fists. You tried your hardest to talk louder for him, to follow his orders, but all you could do was let out a meek; "I apologize for ruining y-your papers..."

Dottore heaved out a heavy sigh, pulling back his chair and sitting on it, arms crossed as he stared you down condescendingly. "Your apology is utterly useless." You flinched at the tone of his voice. He pushed the pile you'd ruined to the side and threw them all in a garbage bin, your bottom lip quivering as tears threatened to escape your eyes. "Leave. I don't wish to see you again."

You snapped your head up at that, stunned that he'd even say such a thing to you. "W-wait! Let me at least make new files for you-" You pleaded, taking a step forward but he clicked his tongue, annoyed, whilst he grabbed a new piece of paper and began writing. "Leave me alone. Be of use while you're at it."

Were those files that important? More than you? You swallowed down all the words at the tip of your tongue, gritting your teeth, and just nodded, bowing respectfully, as if you were just one of the Fatui's myriad of soldiers, and walked outside of the laboratory, ignoring the concerned and worried looks of his segments.

And that's how it has been for the past few days. You still fulfilled your duties when Dottore tasked you with a mission, always delivering flawless results. Neither of you mentioned what happened that day. Dottore never apologized, and you never spoke about it, opting to ignore him as much as he's ignored you.

Usually, you would've made a fuss. Nagged him to apologize to you, since he'd hurt your precious feelings and because he loved you. But you hadn't said a word to him unless it was really needed. And you've started calling him sir. It made him frown when you first did.

Now, he was aware of what he did a few hours after he realized you were nowhere to be seen in his lab. Dottore searched for you out of instinct and only stopped himself when he remembered what he had said. He called you a moron. He told you to leave, and so you did.

But would he ever apologize to you upfront? When did he ever do that? Of course not. He expected you to come around at some point, but by day 3, he had grown more and more agitated. Dottore thought that he would alright with you, but he was proven wrong. Not when his patience was beginning to thin and snapping more at others the longer this went on. Hell, torturing his lab rats didn't quell his bothered mind at all.

And you? Well, you missed everything about him. The tasks he gives you were easy enough, but you've been trying to distract yourself from them by holding yourself back. Finishing faster meant reporting to him, and gods know you were hanging on a thread of self-control to not launch yourself into his arms when you see him again.

You planned to ignore him until he'd grovel on his knees, well at least something similar to that because he'd never do such a thing, even to you (but it would be a nice sight if he ever did) but your will to continue and your spite toward him was slowly beginning to crumble.

The two of you were never meant to be separated anyways.

So when he started assigning tasks that required you to be close to him, you knew his stubbornness to not feel an ounce of longing for you was dwindling down. You swear you could feel the apology he wanted to say with his own lips by his mere presence, but he still attempted to turn a blind eye to his emotions, especially when he felt a rush of ecstasy when you moved closer to him.

"Tch, this guy..." You chuckled under your breath as your expression softened when you watched him walk away to fetch something, letting your shoulders sag, tired. "Fine fine, I'll take the lead..." As much as you prefer he would make a much more straightforward move, you'll just take what you can get. It's not like you can take much more of this anyways.

The next day, you approached his desk at your own whim, a stack of files in your arms. Dottore paused his writing, putting down his pen then gestured at the multiple folders you held, confused. "What's all this?"

"I redid the files you threw away a few weeks ago." You carefully placed them in an empty space on his desk, a small smile on your lips as you watch him purse his, taking the document on top of the stack. "I wrote them exactly how you wanted them. Margins, your handwriting, organization, paper, and stuff."

He must say, he was quite impressed with your dedication. What you said was true, you did make it just the way he liked his files. It made the corners of his lips twitch, opening his mouth and almost letting a thank you slip out, but he caught himself. "First sentence in and you've made so many grammatical errors..." You heard him mutter under his breath whilst he continued to scan through the papers.

You gave him an annoyed smile, hands behind your back as you said through gritted teeth; "Are taking them or not?" Maybe you just imagining it, but you could've sworn his shoulders shook lightly at what you said.

"I suppose this'll do." Dottore decided, putting away some of the documents inside his drawers. You proudly nodded at yourself and opened your mouth to say something else when you felt his gloved hand touch your cheek. You paused, staring at him with surprised and questioning eyes but he just caressed your skin, trailing from your cheek and down to your jawline.

"I'm sorry," He wrote.

You couldn't help the huge, triumphant smirk that graced your lips. Though, he didn't seem to mind, allowing you to slip off his glove and press your hand on top of his, leaning against his touch. "Now, what's this supposed to be?" You teased, narrowing your eyes at him humorously. Dottore scowled at your comment, but never pulled his hand away from you. "Forget it." He hissed, nails digging into your skin, but the slight pain only made you grin and cheeks flush.

Easily, you forgave him when you moved his hand toward your lips, pressing a kiss on his palm, before carefully slipping back his glove onto his hand. With another loving kiss on his knuckles, you bowed at him, but not as a soldier that work for him. No, but as you, his teasing lover who loves to rile him up.

Just as you were about to take a step back, to leave to resume your duties, Dottore grabbed your arm and pulled you behind his desk and onto his lap. Before you could raise any protests, he gently grabbed your chin between his fingers and tilted your head upwards, a little breathless at his sudden actions. "Now, where do you think you're going?"

Similar to the day he rose his voice, you felt yourself grow nervous under his stare. But compared to it, there was excitement flowing in your veins as his arm wrapped around your torso, his breath hot against your lips, mere inches away from one another.

"I have a mission in Liyue, you know?" You say shakily, pressing your body close to his and wrapping your around his neck, in contrast to your words. Dottore absolutely loved the sight of red painting your cheeks, the warmth of your body, the vulnerability you only show to him that he's so addicted to.

Undoubtedly, he missed you so much. But Dottore was never good at words when it comes to how he felt. Actions though? Occasionally subtle to the point, it gets on your nerves, but there are times when he touches you like a starved man. You're utterly obsessed with it. With him.

Clearly, you're never meant to be separated from one another.

Dottore only scoffed at your excuse and before you could say another word, your lips connected.

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[selene-and-the-cold]

😷🚗

hehe

A while ago, I reblogged this amazing prompt list and got this wonderful ask from you, dear anon.

😷 - “Sharing is not caring!”

🚗 - Road Trip

I'm sorry it took me ages to respond, but truth be told, I just could not decide what to do with this prompt combo. My first attempt at writing something was the most obvious one, having two SOs together in a car, one of them sharing their cold with the other.

However, then my brain decided that I had to come up with a different take on this, so I redesigned a second take, which I then binned for this last and third instalment.

What my brain came up with is this 3.8 k of roadtrip, where the burgeoning cold of one person is not the only thing that makes the trip uncomfortable.

Set in an AU where these two are actually colleagues, although their relationship status is canon in my OC-universe ^^

Hope you enjoy. And if you would have preferred that SOs sharing a cold thing, let me know ^^

Also: writing this after quite some time away from writing was so much fun. If anyone is interested in any further prompts, just send me an ask :)

CW for talk about ex relationships, implied contagion, slight mess, and mentions of sexy times, but nothing graphic

Male sneezes. M/M

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It was Tuesday. Usually, Nicholas was ok with Tuesdays. Monday was always awful. Who wanted to give up their cozy weekend in exchange for getting back to a stressful job?! Wednesday was either hopeful or terrible, depending on how the week had gone so far. Thursday was often dragging its heels or gone way to fast in the race up to the weekend, while Friday was technically weekend already, so Nicholas was cool with Fridays.

This particular Tuesday, though, was the horribly uncomfortable lovechild of a merciless Monday, an insurmountable Wednesday, and the longest Thursday ever known to mankind. At least that was how it felt.

Due to a chain of unlucky events, Nicholas found himself in a car together with his colleague Sebastian. He was a nice enough guy, the prototypical calm and tall Northern European type, blond, blue eyes. Actually quite hot. There was only one catch - Sebastian was his ex-boyfriend.

"So, how are things between you and Robert going?," Sebastian asked, in a friendly, non-chalant tone, but the question had Nicholas grab the steering wheel tighter.

"Good," he replied tight-lipped, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He did not want to have this conversation. Sebastian had no business asking questions about his new relationship.

"Only good?," Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “I was expecting a little more enthusiasm."

"Very good," Nicholas growled. "But that's nothing I want to discuss with you."

"Shame… seeing that you are practically glued to the guy whenever he's around. If you're set on not talking about him, you won't have much to talk about, at all, and it's going to be two looooong silent days worth of road trip."

"It's going to be two long, uncomfortable  days anyway, so we might as well get started with being uncomfortable now. And please stop calling this a “road trip”. This is work and we only had to take the car because you forgot to book our flights in time!"

Nicholas huffed, then did not say anything, jaw set as if he was mentally glueing it shut for the next 48 hours.

Said uncomfortable silence stretched between them, the only noise coming from the hum of the engine and the subdued  chatter on the radio.

They drove in silence for a good amount of time, both following their own trains of thought, and after a while, the long, wordless minutes kindly melted into hours.

After a while, Sebastian breathed in as if he was about to say something. Instead, his head bobbed forward. "Heh'UttSccHhIu!"

"Bless," Nicholas mumbled, out of politeness rather than true concern.

"Sorry… snfffl"

Another long stretch of silence, followed by a sharp, breathy inhale.

"HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!"

Nicholas eyed Sebastian from the side. A cloud of misty spray danced around his blonde head. In the sunlight, it looked like specks of gold.

"Bless you again."

"Snnnrfff Thag you…" Sebastian sniffled harshly, then dragged the sleeve of his shirt under his nose.

"You getting sick?"

"What? NO! Of course ndot! snnnrrff"

Nicholas didn't believe him. Sebastian had sounded so fucking insincere that one could hear the lie and denial a mile off. Which was unusual. Nicholas knew Sebastian to be an excellent liar.

"Alright then." Nicholas grumbled, decidedly not taking the bait designed to lure him into prying further into that cold denial business. Sebastian crossed his arms in front of his chest as if he was angry that Nicholas had passed up his bait.

A few more minutes passed, then Nicholas could see how Sebastian's head reared back, exposing his long, pale neck. Nicholas suddenly remembered the little sighs of pleasure Sebastian had made when he had kissed it during sex.

"Hehh'ISSSsHHU!! Hueehhh… H'ESSSHH!!"

Two forceful sneezes, both uncovered, filling the car with specks of gold.

"Ugh… 'scuse mbe!"

Sebastian gave a pathetic sniffle, then rubbed his nose with his knuckles. Nicholas had a hard time focusing on the road. Fuck Sebastian and fuck his sneezes.

His annoyingly sexy sneezes.

"Would be nice if you'd cover that. Sounds like you're catching something nasty and I don't want to get whatever you caught." Nicholas said gruffly.

"Sharing is caring, isn't that how the saying goes? And I still care a great deal about you," Sebastian replied, a sly grin spreading on his face. It made him look so impeccably sexy. He had always been good at pulling of the cheeky, youthful look. Clean, straight, intelligent, and with a boyish charm that effortlessly clad him in an air of innocence. Except he wasn't.

Sebastian was a wolf in sheeps clothing and Nicholas had to keep that in mind. Actually, he had to keep a number of things in mind. All the stuff they'd need for the conference they were headed to. His boyfriend Robert, who had not called or texted after their argument three days ago, and who had ignored all of Nicholas' calls and texts. They hadn't even said goodbye or seen each other before Sebastian and Nicholas had had to set off for their work road trip, and it stung like hell, right there in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, I for one do not care, Sebastian, and you shouldn't either. And I particularly don't care for your germs all over the car."

"Hmm…" Sebastian hummed, contemplating this statement. "That's odd, because I distinctly remember times when you cared a great deal about it when I sneezed~"

Nicholas blushed fiercely, right to the tips of his ears. Shards of memories exploded in front of his inner eye unbidden. Sebastian lying on their bed, wearing nothing but his cherry-red cold-ridden nose. Their bodies intertwined in frenzied passion. Sebastian's features convulsing as he sneezed and came all at once. The warm weight of Sebastian's body against his, as Nicholas had held him tight, while Sebastian had quivered with sneeze after helpless sneeze…

Shaking his head slightly, Nicholas cleared his throat. His lips were parched, and he licked them, realizing that he had held his breath for some time.

"You remember, my heart… my Nico… don't you?," Sebastian insisted. "Our long nights and lazy days of passion. Especially those we spent after you told me all about your secret little kink…"

His voice trailed off, its absence conjuring up images of their shared past. Sebastian had often called him Nico in the intimate moments when they were sprawled out in bed after making love, their bodies a tangled mess, heavy with the contented weight of satisfaction. But Nicholas did not want to remember. He wanted to forget.

"Don't call me that! I'm neither "your heart", nor "your Nico". We're not together anymore!" Nicholas snapped.

"I am a- hhHAAhh!!.. Aaahhh!… snnfff… aware."

Sebastian hitched theatrically, then gave his nose a self-indulgent rub, massaging it until a small squelching sound was heard. Congestion building and shifting. It was almost as if Sebastian teased him on purpose, playing up his symptoms.

Nicholas shifted in his seat. His body - the fucking traitor!- started to react to the ongoing shameless display of Sebastian's sneezes, no matter how much Nicholas tried to fight it. Apparently, it remembered more than Nicholas would have liked.

He tried to push the physical reaction down into submission by reciting poetry in his head, while the changing scenery of countryside and villages flickered past outside. He had gone through quite a bit of Robert Frost, when another poem popped up in his mind:

"What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply…"

Just as Nicholas' thoughts caught on these last two lines, a thunderous sneeze sounded from the passenger seat, the ghost of his own past uncomfortably close.

"Ugh… Ndico, mby heart, could we please stop and take a break?"

Sebastian moaned his voice heavy with his cold. It sounded like his throat was badly swollen and someone had his sinuses filled with sticky syrup.

"Umm… sure. It's quite late anyway…" Nicholas replied, letting Sebastian's use of his term of endearment slip. Truth be told, he was too tired to argue anymore.

Since it was already late and Nicholas was tired as a rock, while Sebastian was not feeling up to driving with the burgeoning cold he had not yet admitted having, they decided to crash at a motel for the night earlier than planned, but both were in dire need of some rest.

Nicholas asked for two rooms, but like in some kind of cheap rom-com, there was only one bedroom with a double bed left due to an event taking place in the city.

"Fine, we'll take it," Nicholas growled, even though sharing a room with his ex was the last thing he wanted. He grabbed the keys and set off to find their room, Sebastian hot on his heels.

“Mhm, sharing a roob agaid after all this timbe~" Sebastian suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, but his seductive tone lost its allure due to the thick congestion in his voice.

"Needs must, but don't think I'm gonna share a bed with you! I'll take the couch.."

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The two of them walked down a set of boring beige-walled hallways, feet floating on a thick, dark-blue carpet that reminded Nicholas of a cruise ship. Not that he had ever been on a cruise, but this was the idea of a cruise ship the media had shaped in his brain.

Sebastian had gotten awfully quiet and shivered a bit as he stood next to Nicholas, waiting for him to let them into their room, then sneezed violently as soon as the lights in the room came on, taking possession of the place by unleashing his army of germs into the space.

"Bless you," Nicholas offered, meanwhile on autopilot. God, he was tired all of a sudden. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and rest. Well, scratch that. Crawl onto the couch and rest. He was just about to get a pillow from the bed to his makeshift resting place, when he realised that there was no couch. There wasn't even a fucking armchair. Only a rickety looking chair and desk combo, which looked like someone had made them out of cardboard, ready to fold in on themselves as soon as someone just breathed too forcefully next to them. That wasn't good…

Sebastian must have connected all the dots about a fraction later, because Nicholas suddenly heard him chirp: "Looks like it's going to be a shared bed after all~"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Alright, alright! Ndo ndeed to be-… hiihhh…. snnfff  grumpy. Hiihh?! Hiihh'yISSSHHU!!"

Sebastian burst forth with a spraying sneeze, a tiny rope of mess shooting from his left nostril.

"Oh… 'scuse mbe!" Sebastian sheepishly looked at Nicholas, flashing him an embarrassed smile. "Would you be a dear and hand mbe a tdissue?"

Nicholas gulped. This whole set up painfully reminded him of some of the early days after Sebastian and him had newly gotten together at university. An unplanned sleepover at his dorm room when Sebastian had been coming down with a nasty cold. His body pressed against Sebastian's feverish frame, as they had both squeezed into his tiny single dorm bed, Sebastian curled up against his chest, snuffling  sneezing, and coughing all night, while half of Nicholas' body had hung out of the tiny bed frame because he'd wanted Sebastian to be comfortable and the bed just was not big enough for two people to rest comfortably all night.

"Ndico?"

Sebastian's voice suddenly jerked him back to reality. Damn, why did all of these unbidden images keep swimming to the surface?

"Hmm?"

"Tdissues? I really ndeed theb…"

"Oh! Right. Sorry."

Nicholas hurried to fetch the box of tissues and handed one white square directly to Sebastian, who immediately pressed it to his streaming nose and gave a hearty blow.

"Thank you."

Nicholas just bobbed his head in silent acknowledgement. Suddenly  the room felt stifling and way too small. He wanted out. He wanted to get away from Sebastian. He wanted Robert.

"I'll go for a short a walk. You get comfortable, ok?"

"But…"

"No buts. Please, Sebastian. I just.. need some time alone. It's been a long day."

With that, Nicholas took the key and went outside. It was quite cold, so sleeping in the car was not an option. He wished he had brought a thicker jacket, but it was at Robert's place and he had not dared going there after their fight.

Nicholas kicked a stone with his foot. Why had they even started to argue anyway? Oh… right. It was because of this stupid trip. A few months ago, Sebastian had started working at Nicholas' work place. Fortunately they were not direct colleagues, but their departments worked together on some projects  so there was overlap.

This road trip was such an overlap. Both him and Sebastian had been chosen by their respective departments to represent them at an important conference. Leading up to that, Nicholas and Sebastian had to prepare a presentation. Robert had not been amused.

Especially because Nicholas and Sebastian had to spend a considerable amount of time together preparing said presentation and Sebastian – ever the flirt – had not bothered to hold back, even – and especially! - when Robert was present. Sebastian wanted him back and had even told him so on numerous occasions. Sadly, he had not taken no as an answer.

Nicholas sighed and stopped himself re-enacting the argument he had had with Robert in his head. He had done so at least a dozen times, but since Robert refused to get in touch with him, it was difficult to apologise and address certain things.

After he had been wandering around aimlessly for some time, and after he had tried calling Robert twice more without getting any reaction, the chill fall air had wormed its way through his thin jacket into his bones, and Nicholas decided to go back to their room. Perhaps he could make the old chair and desk combo work after all.

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As Nicholas returned to their room, Sebastian was already changed and in bed, tissue box clutched to his chest, bright-red nose streaming, and rolled into a tight ball against some invisible cold draft only he could feel.

Nicholas made quick work of changing into his pyjamas - in the bathroom, as if the man in the other room had not seen him naked more times than Nicholas cared to think of. But it felt odd to just undress in front of him. The ease and trust this entailed had been left behind in another life. Furthermore, even the thought of undressing in front of Sebastian felt like cheating on Robert.

Therefore, Nicholas got himself ready for bed in the tiny motel bathroom, then arranged the desk and chair so that he could sit in the chair and put his feet up on the desk, thus creating a wildly uncomfortable half sitting half lying down position for himself between these two pieces of furniture. It looked like a decidedly uncomfortable, Frankensteinian version of a hammock.

Sebastian watched, but did not say anything until Nicholas came to the bed, grabbing a pillow and a blanket.

“Whadt… *sniff* whadt are you doing?” Sebastian asked, clearly bewildered that instead of climbing into bed next to him, Nicholas had tucked the pillow under his arm and was tugging at the second blanket to take it with him.

“Getting ready for bed.”

Nicholas shot the rickety desk and chair combo a meaningful look, pointing at it with his chin.

“Oh, dod't be ridiculou-… Huhhh?… Huh'USSHHzzuh! God, sorry… *sniff* ridiculous. You cad't sleep od that thing!”

“I can't sleep in here, either and frankly, the floor does not look very appealing…”

Nicholas had wrestled the blanket into submission and was standing at his makeshift bed, arranging the pillow.

“But Ndico…”

“No more “but”s, Sebastian. Pleeeaase? I'm tired and I just want to go to bed…. and so should you, by the way. You look awful!”

“Thank you, I've mbissed your combpliments, mby heart.” Another sneeze wrecked his body. Sebastian tried to catch it in the flimsy tissue he was holding, but Nicholas could see specks of spray dancing in the dim light of the reading lamp on the night stand.

“'scuse mbe. What I was triyng to say was: I just dod't get why you're so stubborn?”

“Stubborn? Me?! ” Nicholas was more than just a little annoyed at this point. The long drive, his argument with his boyfriend and Sebastian's constant nagging finally getting the better of him.

“That's rich coming from a man who has no concept of the word “no”. I'm sick and tired of your constant double innuendo, flirty eyes, eyebrow-wiggles and all of that crap, barging in on my job and my new relationship. You are the last person on this planet I want to share a room with. Yet, here I am, sharing a room with you because work is important to me. If I did not have to be here for the job, you better believe I'd be ANYWHERE but in a room with you!”

At that, Nicholas plopped down into the chair, put his legs up on the desk and pulled the blanket over himself, demonstratively closing his eyes. He had nothing more to say. Fortunately, there was a light-switch nearby, which he kicked with his foot, plunging them into darkness, hoping to cut off any possible attempts of his room-mate to continue this farce of a conversation.

Sebastian had gotten the point, though and did not try to force the conversation on Nicholas anymore. Both men were lying awake in the darkness for the next one and a half hours, listening to each other's breathing. A neon side from outside shone dirty orange light through the cracks of the curtains. From time to time, a car sped by on the nearby road. And Sebastian could not find rest. He tossed and turned on the bed, sheets rustling like the ruffled feathers of an angry flock of birds. From time to time, a heavy, congested sneeze cut through the silence, and from the sound of it, Sebastian must have gone through at least half the tissue box already.

Nicholas could tell that Sebastian tried his best to keep the noise down to a minimum – sneezes muffled into tissues or pillows, suppressed coughs that were only made worse as the sick man tried to fight them back down his throat. In short: Sebastian sounded miserable. And Nicholas was uncomfortable as hell. The chair was somehow both rickety enough to keep him worrying about it breaking under him, and hard enough to make him feel like he was sitting on a riverbank littered with the sharpest stones known to mankind.

“Ndico?”

Sebastian's voice drifted over. A weak, shivery thing, heavy with congestion.

“Hmm?”

“I'b sorry,” said the small voice, sniffling pitifully.

“What for?”

Nicholas was confused. It was fucking late o'clock at night and he had no idea what the hell Sebastian was talking about.

“For getti'g sick and for getti'g you sick as well with all mby sndeezing. And… well… you kndow… Everything.”

Nicholas sat up a little straighter in his chair. This was not about the trip. This was about them. About the lies. The cheating. That other guy.

“Everything? You mean…”

“Yes.”

Nicholas felt his heart pump in his veins. “Even for…?”

“Especially that.” Sebastian had cut him off before he could say the words out loud, but the calm, decisive way he responded left no doubt that Sebastian knew what he had meant to say.

“Hmm…,” Nicholas hummed, his brain searching the darkness for words that might fit, but they were running through his minds like sand.

“And for Robert too,” Sebastian continued, then sneezed twice more. They sounded heavier, like the congestion had settled not only in his nose, but in his chest, too. “I kndow I've beed putting pressure od your relationship with him, and I'b sorry. He seebs like a good guy. That's why I hate id that he's with you ndow.”

Nicholas just stared ahead at a speck of orange light filtering in. There were goosebumps on his skin, and he swallowed hard. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? What the hell was he supposed to do with all of these sudden confessions?

“I erm… Thanks, I guess. For telling me.”

“You're welcobe. That was long overdue..” Another long silence. Another hefty sneeze. Then: “Hey, why dod't you cobe and lie down here id bed with mbe? It mbust be hella uncobfortable od that chair.”

“It is,” Nicholas agreed with a small chuckle. Then the rustling of a blanket was heard before the mattress dipped down next to Sebastian under Nicholas' weight.

“Oh god, this is so much better,” he groaned, sounding like he had just experienced the best climax of his life.

“You kndow that I'b good in bed…,” Sebastian chuckled, but it transitioned into a coughing fit. “cough Sorry.”

“'tis fine,” Nicholas said, his voice suddenly drowsy as his lack of sleep caught up with him and his body could not resist the siren song of the soft mattress any longer. Still, there was one more question he had to ask: “Seb, why did you tell me all of that now?”

Sebastian pondered this question, then propped himself up on his elbow and turned, facing Nicholas.

“Because sharing is caring, and it was time that I shared mby thoughts with you. Ndot just mby germs.”

Nicholas smiled faintly. Oh there sure as hell was no escaping this cold. But perhaps this road trip had been worth it after all. Perhaps it had been good that this particular ghost of his past had come to haunt him right now. Perhaps Robert would be less cross with him if he returned a sniffling, sneezing mess from this trip.

“Thank you. Now try to get some sleep.”

“HEHhhh'USSSHhiuh!!! TtZZSHHU!!”

“Goodnight…”

#answered asks #prompts #my writing #Nicholas #Sebastian #road trip #snzfic

[maya-matlin]

Ashton, aka the Master of Meta!!! I would love to hear you compare and contrast Brucas and Dair---what you see as their similarities, what you see as their differences, why you personally prefer one over the other etc. And do you think Blair was genuinely in love with Dan? Obviously there's no rush answering!

😭 Okay, you're way too nice to me. I'm really not. I can barely get my point across. But thank you LOL

So first things first, I'm not nearly as familiar with Gossip Girl as I am One Tree Hill. I liked the first two seasons, but my interest waned after that aside from the Dair arc. Most likely, this won't be a satisfying answer, but I'll do my best.

In terms of similarities, the obvious is that aesthetically Lucas/Dan and Brooke/Blair are similar. Both Lucas and Dan are introverted, bookish, aspiring authors. They have notable judgmental streaks and a strong moral compass, initially looking down on the popular crowd/upper east side. Brooke and Blair are very much the unquestioned queen bees of their high schools. Both girls are interested in fashion and end up running a company in that field. Like Brooke with Peyton, Blair has insecurities re: Serena and their past struggle over a boy who cheated on her with her best friend.

However, Lucas and Dan are different because frankly, for all of Dan's complaints about being "lesser", he's still far more privileged than Lucas. The Humphreys never had a bottomless pit of money, but Dan was still able to go to a prestigious private school. Lucas is much more impulsive and hot blooded than Dan. Dan tends to handle conflict by using his words rather than his fists aside from in specific circumstances. Honestly, Brooke and Blair are probably more different than they are similar. Blair started the series romanticizing the idea of sex, wanting to share her first time with Nate at the perfect moment until she impulsively slept with Chuck. By the time we meet Brooke, who was the same age as season 1 Blair, she'd been sexually active for quite some time and wasn't necessarily looking to commit. While adult Brooke seems to have some regrets about being "easy", at the time it didn't seem to be something she was ashamed of. Brooke is naturally a very warm person. She's pretty much always the life of the party. In spite of Blair's extroversion, she comes across as cold, lacking Serena's natural charisma. Maybe it's because the Gossip Girl characters are generally pretty trashy people with an absurd amount of privilege, but Blair is far crueler than Brooke on her worst day.

I feel like Brucas and Dair are again, aesthetically similar. They seem like they'd have more in common than they do. But ultimately, I feel like Brooke and Lucas had an undeniable physical chemistry. The emotional connection came later and needed to be developed whereas it was easy for them to fall into bed shortly after beginning a relationship. Their first relationship mostly consisted of having fun and having sex. While Brooke fell hard for Lucas, he was still preoccupied with the idea of Peyton and didn't appreciate what he had. Dan and Blair were the opposite. They spent multiple seasons tolerating each other for the sake of Serena all the while interestingly having multiple bonding moments prior to becoming best friends. It was only after developing a friendship and discovering an emotional and intellectual connection that a physical connection became possible. I feel like I'm describing this badly, but it's not that I think Dan and Blair were naturally repelled by each other. Dan and Blair rarely took the time to truly see each other outside of their personal relationships with Serena. Blair was everything Dan thought he hated. Dan was supposed to be beneath Blair, the exact opposite of what she was looking for in a partner.

Both couples took a long time to enter a serious relationship. Brooke and Lucas had much more baggage considering Lucas's past with Peyton the first time around, but eventually Lucas convinced Brooke she was the only girl he wanted and that his feelings were genuine. Blair had to basically make multiple mistakes with both Louis and Chuck before realizing she'd fallen for Dan and that he was the one who actually loved her exactly for who she was. Both Dan and Lucas spent time pining for Blair and Brooke, keeping their feelings a secret for a long time for the sake of putting the girls first. But in time, both Lucas and Dan initiated kisses with Brooke and Blair, making their feelings known. Brooke and Blair needed time to process how they were feeling and wanted to move forward. Brooke needed half a season to allow herself to be vulnerable with Lucas again. It took Blair only (I think) two episodes to confess to Dan that he had her heart, not Chuck. And unfortunately, toxicity and horrible former relationships got between both relationships. One major difference is that unlike Lucas with Peyton (though I still maintain Lucas's alleged feelings for Peyton during seasons 2 and 3 weren't demonstrated well at all and mostly seem to be there with hindsight and Skills being used as a mouthpiece for the writers to try to shoehorn in an LP reunion in season 4), I get the impression Dan let go of Serena long before dating Blair. His feelings lingered during season 3 and part of season 4, but once Dan and Blair began to bond it was obvious his heart was with Blair. Apparently, season 5 ended with Dan cheating on Blair with Serena after she lied, saying she picked Chuck over him. Full disclosure, I haven't seen this episode. I have yet to watch season 6. I will eventually, but for now I feel validated for not giving those episodes any ratings. I guess that's sort of comparable to the school shooting kiss, only much more sketchy on Serena's end considering she both manipulated Dan and TAPED IT. There's no version of Chuck for Brooke, thank god. The worst Brooke had to deal with on OTH was irrelevant Felix and the teacher she dated for a couple of episodes. One major difference is that until Julian, Lucas was Brooke's greatest love. Dan was Blair's third or possibly even fourth love. I don't think Blair ever allowed herself to think in terms of Dan being the right guy for her. The toxicity of Chuck and Blair made it so that the relationship she'd shared with him seemed to be the more significant one. It was larger than life with constant ups and downs, with Chuck always whispering in her ear that the alternative, aka a real, healthy, truly loving relationship, would be boring. And because Blair is obviously just as terrible and dark as Chuck is, she couldn't possibly be satisfied with anything else. 🙄 But I digress. So in the end, Blair defaulted back to the familiar rather than the unknown while Dan straight up settled for Serena. Well.. at least out of the four endgames (Lucas/Peyton, Brooke/Julian, Dan/Serena, Blair/Chuck), Brooke's relationship with Julian was healthy.

I think the reason I prefer Brucas over Dair is that I'm much more familiar with their love story and the show as a whole than Gossip Girl or the relationship between Dan and Blair. While I think Penn and Leighton had good chemistry, the Chad/Sophia chemistry was something else. I loved Brucas first. I'm also somewhat a sucker for second chance romances where the guy realizes how badly he'd screwed up in the past and puts in actual effort to win back the girl he loves. LOL I guess it's my toxic trait. There was something so iconic about the Brooke/Lucas relationship. Even when things got messy, I still enjoyed watching it. Dan and Blair were also great, but I have such negative feelings about the show itself and ultimately felt shortchanged by their romantic relationship. What we did get was great, but it didn't last very long. It was truly the Rachel and Joey equivalent of Gossip Girl, and I hate that.

YES. I do think Blair was in love with Dan. I think the love Blair had for Dan was the kind that developed slowly, catching her completely off guard. It was a mature and healthy love based firmly in friendship and mutual support. Dan saw the real, vulnerable Blair rather than just her manipulative, cold, outer shell. Unfortunately, Blair had been conditioned to both think this type of love was all wrong for her, and had been fucked up by years of Chuck's emotional abuse and manipulations. In a version of the show where Gossip Girl had an actual happy ending and allowed its characters to evolve into the best versions of themselves rather than sending the message that they're destined to become their parents, Blair would have stayed with Dan. The story would have followed what it had been setting up since late season 3 (or possibly even before that if you consider their conversation in the fourth episode) through late season 5.

#Anonymous #Long post #Honestly you praise me so much that I'm scared people are going to think I'm sending myself compliments :p

[professor-akiza]

Could you please tell us a bit about Drapion Hybrids? I found your blog recently and I'd like to hear more from you

Hello hello! Yes, please just spam me with whatever requests you want. I will take them all, this blog is fueled by you guys.

NSFW under the cut for our younger readers

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Drapion hybrids are quite strong. Though it varies from person to person with how much they can crush or pick up, since everyone's lifestyle is different, I have heard stories of a Drapion hybrid that could crush cars with how strong it was.

The claws on the tips of a Drapion hybrid do secrete a poison, you don't need to be the most most mind to not being poisoned. A docile Drapion is able to control how much of this poison is release at one point, it's how they make sure they themselves and their mates or offspring aren't poisoned after all.

Their body is like a sturdy shell, their skin is practically a hide due to it. I remember a legend of a king who stocked his armies with only Drapion hybrids due to their thick skin, though it's only a legend so it may not be true.

Drapion hybrids are incredibly flexible in the neck area. We don't have much of a clue as to why just yet, but my personal theory is that it's a similar phenomenon to why some people are double jointed. Though it's guaranteed to happen rather than it being left to chance in the genetics.

These hybrids are common to see across the various deserts in our world, though they tend to be territorial and might attack if you get too close to them. This only adds to their bad reputation.

Their poison is highly potent, though it doesn't see much use in combat. They prefer to use brute force to win their battles, even said to go on rampages from time to time.

Legends are told of a powerful Drapion hybrid, it was nicknamed "The Sand Demon" due to its fearson strength.

Despite their brutish tendencies and high strength, Drapion hybrids tend to lay low when a Hippowdon or a Hippowdon hybrid comes around.

They are dominate through and through. If you ever get the chance to "top" one, you aren't the one in control. It's just amusing you.

Their grips are like iron, you aren't breaking out of their hold if they pin you down. Which is admittedly very hot.

Their car crushing strength? That transfers into their thighs as well, actually able to crush your skull with their thighs if they want to.

They go feral during sex, you're lucky if you get more than a grunt or moan out of them while you're being pounded.

Despite how uncaring they seem, they will stop at the drop of a hat if you say a safe word. They may like to act all high and mighty, but they still do care.

At cold temperatures their poison weakens, if you freeze it and then melt it then it will make for a relatively good lube substitute. It doesn't taste good at all, so I would only use it for anal and vaginal use. Unless you're into that sorta thing that is.

From personal experience with a couple of these hybrids, they don't tend to like choking, or at least choking the one in the submissive role at least. From what I hear it's because they're a bit scared they might lose control of their strength and... well you understand the picture.

To end on a positive note, they do like to dote on their submissive once sex is over. It's not a biological thing, it's more of a "I'm sorry if I fucked your brains out, please let me take care of you" kinda thing.

#pokemon hybrid #pokemon #proffesor Akiza's hybrid lab #drapion #drapion hybrid #smut #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon smut

[johannestevans]

so I read your grindr advice, but how do you get past the anxiety to actually start hooking up? I'm nearly 30 and autistic and have never gone further than kissing and I want to get laid (not out of shame of being a virgin, I'm just horny) but I'm so afraid that it'll be obvious or I'll be awkward and offputting... not to mention body image issues being a chubby gnc trans man. I can only imagine things going horribly wrong and have chickened out and deleted the app every single time I've tried chatting on grindr

Honestly, I think this is one of those things where like... There's no way of easing your way into things or anything with physical intimacy - it's kind of like when you're about to dive into a swimming pool and you know the water might be a bit cold at first, so you just can't make yourself jump in.

There's no way of making it easier, there's no mental lifehack to get yourself over what will be a transition.

It's funny getting this ask because I was talking about this with a partner last night, and specifically like--

One of the things that I think makes sluts so attractive is that we approach sex and sexuality with ease and confidence, and the reason we do that is because we know that sex is honestly no big deal.

In your head, you think, oh my god, what if people think Im weird, what if I'm awkward, what if they think I'm ugly, what if they think I'm ugly, what if I'm not good at it, what if I have a bad time, etc, and the thing is, sex is honestly no big deal, there's no need for perfection. People fucking are just human beings like any others, and not only is there no expectation of perfection, once you're having sex, you don't really want perfection?

I would also say that like... I was chatting to @pingpong-amnesia about this, and he said that one of the big things about easing into sex with people is that the things you might be insecure about (being fat, being trans, being GNC, being hairy, etc) are not just things that you learn like, oh, some people will accept me despite these traits...

Like, no. Some people will find you hot because of them, and will find you hot including those aspects.

There's this lie that's constant and continuous, that everyone prefers ~conventional beauty~, but will accept you "despite" not being conventionally attractive or whatever, but the truth is that normal people are attracted to normal people.

I'm not saying oppression doesn't exist, that people aren't racist or fatphobic or transphobic, I'm not saying that all people are perfectly okay or whatever, like, a lot of people do have biases, and the way people process attraction and attractiveness is through a lens of their own bias.

But some people take that understanding of people's biases, and then basically internalise it as like... The only people that ever find fat people, or trans people, or disabled people, etc, attractive, are either people with the exact same experiences of marginalisation and/or chasers.

And that's just not true!

All kinds of people are attractive and sexy to different people, and I think the more that we fuck and engage with sex and sexuality, and specifically like, the clumsiness and messiness of sex? The more we realise how sex is just another form of communication and intimacy with others, that it can be really chill, and not a big deal.

I will say that i have more confidence now, btu when I was easing back into sex again after a period of celibacy, I felt a lot safer playing with other trans people and playing with non-sexual kink before I eased back into having more casual sex! And I also actually found it easier to fuck guys who were travelling through my city and were in hotel rooms rather than accomming or going to theirs, but that might be a personal thing for me.

So much of stuff like this is tailored to the individual situation, and I'm afraid there's never a universal script or step-by-step, but that's part of the nature of cruising and hook-up culture as a whole.

[purplesurveys]

1846

1 - What have you been up to so far today? Is that a typical thing for you to do on this particular day of the week?  It was definitely a busier Saturday than usual; I never spend the weekend squeezing in like 10 errands in a day unless I have a work event to begin with.

2 - Did you get a decent night’s sleep last night? How many hours sleep do you consider a decent amount?  It was okay! I fell asleep a little earlier than I thought I would, so it was nice to get a few extra hours in. The only thing I didn't like was that I woke up disoriented; I thought it was Monday and that I was running late for work, so I pretty much woke up with my heartbeat spiking.

3 - What is one silly thing that really gets on your nerves?  When people try to make small talk at the start of work calls. That was fine during the pandemic, but at this point, I swear I won't take it against you if you don't ask me how my weekend was or where I traleved during the Christmas break.

4 - Who was the last person you saw who wasn’t family? What did you guys end up doing together?  I saw my workmates and other agencies when we had to go to our client's office for a face-to-face meeting. We essentially went through like 70+ slides to brief the client on the final flow of our large-scale event this Sunday.

5 - Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall?  Cold. I hate feeling like my tongue's getting burned.

6 - Do you own a decent set of waterproofs? If so, what do you use them for the most? If not, do you think that would be something you’d find useful?  Waterproof...what? Clothes? Phone case? Shoes? Hahaha. Anyway I don't think I own anything that's waterproof.

7 - Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?  I just need to finish this doughnut I'm eating lol, maybe take another survey after this...then I'll need to turn in early because I have an early start tomorrow.

8 - How often do you get your hair cut? When hairdressers were closed due to COVID, did you try cutting it yourself at home?  Probably like once a year. I never cut my hair during the Peak Pandemic Era – it helped that I had it trimmed literally a week before it all began, not knowing it was going to start.

9 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is that different to what you’re wearing at the moment? I went out today and haven't changed out of my outfit yet so I'll just enumerate what I have on – a purple cropped top + jeans.

10 - Would you rather have a relaxing beach holiday or a more active holiday in the mountains?  I'd love the beach as I can't remember the last time I had a beach trip + the mountains sound super isolating. It also reminds me of hiking, and there is no activity I hate more.

11 - Do you know how to tie a tie?  No. I kept the knot on my school necktie for like 14 years so that I could just always wear it like a necklace, lol.

12 - How old were you when you first had a sleepover at someone’s house? Did you miss home?  I think I was like 15 or 16 when I had my first sleepover. No, I was just mostly excited to finally be in a sleepover lol as I was never allowed prior. Woes of being a firstborn Asian daugher – you're 100% Test Subject A.

13 - How often do you spend time with your extended family? I would say once a month. We live very near each other.

14 - When you get up in the morning, do you have a set routine?  Yup. It's nothing special but it is my routine that I like to follow; any missing step and I'll get super bothered hahaha. Anyway, I'm an early waker, so I usually allot an hour to properly wake up and stay in bed catching up on social media/news.

Around 30 minutes before work, that's when I make my bed, take a quick shower and brush my teeth, fix myself a cup of iced coffee, then spend the remaining minutes clearing up emails that came the night before. They're simple things but it helps me SO MUCH to start work in a good/relaxed mood.

15 - Do you remember the last time you cried? Were they sad or happy tears?  Happy tears! I cried a little bit this afternoon watching a video of this kid reacting to Cody's win from last Sunday. I didn't cry watching him cry, but then he said "Everybody helped, everyone helped him" which was what broke me. That was such a wholesome thing to hear!

16 - What do you have planned once you finish this survey?  I really want to take one more of these but we'll see.

17 - What was the last thing you cooked? Did you cook from scratch or just heat something up? I don't cook. I buy most of my food.

18 - Are you a fan of hot chocolate? Do you like it plain or do you prefer to add things like whipped cream or marshmallows?  I'm picky. It needs to be like artisan hot chocolate and I'm usually willing to pay more for premium options as most hot chocolates here are really just Milo :(

19 - What caused your last injury?  Cooper nicked a bit of my fingernail when he got a little too excited play-wrestling with me for his toy.

20 - How many tattoos and piercings do you have? Do any of them have an interesting story behind them?  Zero tattoos. I got my earlobe piercings when I was a few months old so there isn't really a deeper story behind them haha.

21 - What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you?  I've always liked peonies. I can't remember the last time I got flowers.

22 - What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over?  I've only experienced a failed relationship once.

23 - Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? Appetizers. I don't like sweet things too much, so it's rare that I ask to stay long enough for dessert.

24 - How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all?  These days, Reddit.

25 - Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet?  My mom and sister had it simultaneously but fortunately they were asymptomatic as it could've possibly gotten. I got the worst experience of the bunch.

26 - Are you a vegetarian? If so, what persuaded you to stop eating meat? If not, is it something you’d ever consider?  No. I would consider it, yes, but I honestly don't have faith in myself to commit to it.

27 - Do you prefer rice or pasta? RICE. A day legitimately feels incomplete without rice...

28 - Is anything you’re wearing a gift? Who bought it for you?  Nah.

29 - What’s the dominant colour in the room you’re in at the moment?  White.

30 - Did you do laundry yet today? If not, do you need to do any before you go to bed?  Nope and nope.

[lilyblackdrawside]

Going with that OC ask thingy you rb'ed, I'm curious about this Winfrey Arla Vee character over on your art blog, with the cool iridescent liquidy thing going on. Cause I'm generally curious, what's her whole deal? And because I have no idea what to choose from the oc ask rb I'll just go with number 9: How do they fare in hot or cold climates, and which do they prefer?

Winfrey is part of the greater Seagrave family of draconics (dragon people). The Seagraves tend to be rather aquatic and have most of their cities by the ocean. Draconics can use natural magic of (usually) one of the four natural elements - Fire, Snow, Sun or Abyss and the Seagraves all have Abyss. Winfrey’s not terribly good at magic, but the family also has a bit of a summoner thing going on and that’s where her goop comes from.

She believes this to be a connection to the depths of the ocean and can communicate with it after bringing it forth, but is also fairly sure that whatever it comes out as isn’t its true form. Her summons are quite amicable, but from talking to them she’s been kinda creeped out by what could be stirred by messing with the abyss.

And that’s why Winfrey went into politics. The head of the family, who is also the leader of the region, spends most of her time not looking after her people and instead goes on expeditions into the depths of the sea. (She discarded her given name because she figured that she’d just live forever and it would be appropriate and so is just called Seagrave) Winfrey firmly represents her stance of forbidding ocean exploration, but her influence isn’t that high and Seagrave is just too interested in all of that.

Winfrey likes to spend her free time looking over the ocean. The surface is fine, she’s only wary of what’s deep below. She’s an uncharacteristically average swimmer, but does have the ability to breathe under water that is innate to all family members. Even so, she prefers to stay above the surface.

She's come to quite like her goopy summons, so she frequently calls upon them to keep her company and have conversations with. She does sometimes get nightmares from what she learns from them though. It can be difficult to comprehend.

Her draconic features aren't too developed, with her pretty much just having some vicious claws with webbing between her fingers (which you can't see in the drawings) but that's just something that varies from person to person.

The Seagrave region has a moderate climate, but also a lot of swampy and generally moist terrain. It can easily feel colder than it is, especially when the wind picks up, but since the ocean is near, the actual temperate doesn’t fluctuate quite as much between the seasons. So she’s used to more cold-leaning weather and likes it that way.

[dontpetmeibite]

Survey

I felt like doing the whole thing, sorry not sorry

do you like your name ? do you know its origins ? if you chose your name, what made you choose it ? if you didn't choose it, would you change it if you could ?

how many pillows do you sleep with ? do you prefer to sleep with a cold pillow or a warm pillow ?

do you believe in having luck, or is it just chance ?

do you still pick up coins if they're face-down / positioned for bad luck ?

if you were offered free food / a free drink, but you didn't like what was being offered, would you still take it because it's free ?

what kind of milk do you prefer to drink, if you drink milk ? 2% / low fat / almond / oat / etc ? is there a reason behind that preference ?

if you were to hold someone's hand while walking ( assuming you are okay with holding hands ) , how would you hold their hand ? loosely or tightly ? your whole hand, or just a few fingers ? would you swing your arms together as you walk ?

if you like swimming, do you prefer swimming in freshwater, saltwater, or in a pool ?

do you have a process for washing your hair, or do you not care ?

are you good at puzzles ? do you enjoy puzzles ? do you prefer word puzzles or visual puzzles ?

do you have a favourite genre of music ? do you enjoy listening to music ? do you listen to music to get your energy up or exercise ? do you listen to music to calm down or go to sleep ?

do you like going on vacation ? where do you like to go ? what would your dream vacation be ? would you go alone, or with friends or family ?

would you rather have a roommate or live alone ?

are you better at giving advice or receiving it ? are you good at helping people through problems ? are you good at working through your own problems ?

do you have a green thumb, or do you stay away from plants ?

I love my name. Prince Ravage of Darkmount was one of the main characters in "The Cybercats of Darkmount" which I adored when I was very, very young, and still do.

I prefer to sleep with Soundwave whenever possible. We both like pillows, but honestly, I often just sleep on him. When I was a cassette I often slept inside of him. I also like sleeping between him and our other lovers as long as I don't get trapped under Jazz's front end.

I only know I'll take it when it seems to be in my favour but I won't rely on it thoughtlessly because that's when it always fails. Nobody likes to be taken for granted.

I have no idea what this means. It's been a long time since I handled physical coins and I don't understand what could ever be unlucky about free money.

How hungry am I, and if I'm not very, is there someone in my household who does like whatever it is?

Isn't milk that substance that organics make to feed their newsparks? I would not actually drink that.

A lot of this really depends upon how viable it is to hold hands while I'm walking with someone. In other words, how many limbs am I currently using as legs, and how tall is the other person? I can't hold hands with anyone when I'm walking on all four of my feet and most people are enough taller than me that if I am comfortable enough to commit PDA I would rather just jump on them and ride or be carried.

Hot oil?

I don't have hair but sometimes I wish I did. It looks pretty but it would also get in the way. Probably not good to have when transforming either.

I'm good at them, but I don't enjoy them. My daughter though. Viridian (if you're an Autobot you might know her as Blackcat) loves puzzles and mysteries to the point where it has nearly got her killed or worse on a couple of occasions.

I'm a poet so I appreciate good lyrics.

I think I will enjoy vacations more when I don't have to travel so much for my working life. There are places I would like to see, but if I have to be away from my mates and my offspring too long it stops being fun, and wrangling a family the size of ours on a long trip is also kind of like work.

Neither, I want to live with my family. My experiences of living alone for long periods of time have ranged from being in a cell in an organic prison until Soundwave was able to rescue me to hiding in the vents of the Lost Light for a very long time spying on Megatron and trying to decide whether to kill him or not. The only 'roommates' I have ever had were Drift and Gasket in Rodion. Buzzsaw and Laserbeak also but they are my family.

I have managed to stay alive for a few million years during a massive war so I think I'm okay at working my problems out. I do have a tendency to give advice which is sometimes unappreciated. You can blame that on the fact that I used to be Soundwave's Second and most of the work of managing his team fell on me because he was always solving everyone else's problems on the Nemesis.

I'm very good at gardening but my thumbs, when unlocked, are the same black as the rest of my digits.

#It was supposed to be a meme Ravage #why do you do this #ic question/answer thing

[turnips-creates]

Would You Rather... [OC Tag Game]

I was tagged by @awritingcaitlin for this with the question: "Would your characters rather be stuck in a desert with temperatures above 120F or a frozen tundra with temperatures -40F?"

This was a bit difficult bc I went down the science rabbit hole that is ecosystems and sub-types and what not. [Did you know the earth's largest desert is actually in the Antarctic? It spans 5.5 million square miles(8.9 million km^2) whereas the Sahara only spans 3.5(9.2 million km^2)!]

But back on track, I'm not gonna give any in depth reasoning bc otherwise, this'll be a 10pg minimum essay.

My tags are: @thesympatheticpotato @saphoblin @seagoings @wellofhavoc @legiomiam

You're question: "Would your OCs rather be turned into a fungi, a moss, or a tardigrade?"

Answers under the cut!

*quick note: I didn't include the antarctic in the answers as I was given specifics on temperature. my brain also decided to character build while i was working on this, sooooo...*

Those that prefer Tundra:

Cynth: Their body adjusts to whatever ever environment they've ended up in and can survive more extremes than the average human due to having a Modified Genome, so it's not so much a temperature or health choice for them so much as a 'what types of nature do they prefer'. In this case, someplace with rivers, snow, and large fluffy animals. [Type: Arctic]

Finch: His body runs hot as a being literally made of fire, but unlike many of his kind who prefer pulling energy from ambient heat, he actually prefers the cold. Something about it being refreshing? It also gives him an excuse to cuddle with people. [Type: Any]

Moira: As a mechanic and smith, her workshop itself is hit temp in the first place, and if placed somewhere that makes it even warmer??? Hell no. She also totally doesn't take advantage of bribing the boys into cuddles and definitely hates making them shriek by placing her cold feet on their shins. [Type: Alpine]

Those that prefer Desert:

Nyr: There's something mesmerizing to her about the night sky in the middle of the desert. Something about the smell of rain on the dirt and trees, about the small critters that zoom around her feet, about not being closed in by trees large enough to house a city in its trunk. Doesn't help that she hates the snow. Sure the sun's a bit too bright during the day, but she's always been a child of the night. [Type: Sub-tropical]

Ferran: His family themes themselves around the sun and daylight for a reason. He loves sunlight, basking in it, working in it. Very much a morning person. Gets used as Moira's sun shield a lot as a consequence. Would still follow her to the cold place even if he hates her habit of using him as a foot warmer. [Type: Any]

Those that really Don't Care:

Levi: As a former planet, she's quite adept at changing her environment and has a habit of altering the weather on accident, so it wouldn't matter which one she ended up in. She would just follow Finch wherever he went.

Mikhail: He really doesn't care what temperature he's in, so long as he's with his people. Would end up mediating between Ferran and Moira to make her take a break and watch her get all flustered when he gets excited to be in a sunny place.

P.S.: Enjoy some tardigrade fun!!!

#tag games #tag game #my writing #my ocs #tcc #tct #aw/o #writing #Spotify #Youtube

[quietlywatchingwritingreading]

I was recently thinking about how Crunchy Chip Cookie was talking about rations. It got me thinking about what sort of rations would be available in the different kingdoms, and I'm not sure anyone else would want to theorize about them. 

So just for fun, I’ll do that. If anyone likes some of these thoughts/ideas for fanfics or whatnot, feel free to use them, or comment about them, ect. I’d love to hear other peoples’ thoughts on the topic. 

This post will obviously reference food. This will also briefly discuss things like diet/calories, in vague details as it concerns to fictional magical cookie people. So this might be a triggering topic for some people.  

Also this post is an incredibly long pile of Words.

In general:

We aren’t actually told much about the cookie’s diets in general. Based on what I saw, there are generic foods like “Jellies' ', that all cookies can/do consume. But each cookie also seems to prefer to eat food related to their own ingredients. (For Example: Croissant Cookie enjoying sandwiches, which contain bread.Or  Espresso Cookie only eating things that have caffeine) 

I feel that this means that each kingdom will probably contain at least 6 different menu options, both for single meals and a full day’s worth of food.  

In addition, most rations can likely be eaten both hot and cold. On the field while marching/performing military drills, its not uncommon for each meal to be eaten cold. Most rations likely include some way of heating these meals. The how is what varies. The cookies seem to have a lot of modern technology like livestreaming, but still also stick to things like letters when it comes to contacting far off friends/family. so I’ll presume that they have the same sort of methods we have in the real world. 

Specific heating methods include: Cooking over a fire (Fuel/matches provided), Chemical reaction Bags (plastic bags with some sort of packet inside of them. Once wet, it sets off a chemical reaction that produces heat, which then heats the food that's inside of them.) , Or placing the containers in boiling water. Fire magic is probably also used with cookies who have that ability. 

Most of the rations likely contain some sort of silverware,  and will usually contain various things like gum, mints, and seasoning packets. It's presumed that the packaging will double as plates/bowls, but  it's not uncommon to use trays when at a mess hall.

The Vanilla Kingdom:

-Most rations are probably intended for Civilian Emergency use, mostly because the kingdom doesn’t seem to have a large military presence. Because of this, most of the rations are probably a little bulkier than you’d expect, as they were likely intended to be stored for a long time in a house/shelter rather than carried on someone’s person. 

Each ration probably contains a lot of familiar brands of tinned jellies that can be found in local markets. Things that would be familiar to the cookies using these things. This was intentional, to try and provide some sense of normalcy/familiarity during a crisis. 

Because of how many different types of cookies live in the Vanilla Kingdom, there are likely more menus then other regions. Likely even 12-15 different types.

A single meal would probably contain 3 different drinks. Instant Coffee, Tea, and an electrolyte fruit drink. A main course that likely revolves around a specific Jelly, and side dishes that consist of shelf stable bread, crackers, and preserved vegetables and fruits. These rations often contain a dessert of some sort. Most likely a chocolate bar, or some sort of sweets/candies. 

As the Raisin villagers were among the first to help form the new Vanilla kingdom, nearly every ration contains raisins of some sort. Even if it's ultimately just a few small boxes.

The Dark Cacao Kingdom. 

-Because of their strong military presence, the rations they produce were probably intended for soldiers/warriors, as well as civilian emergency use. 

However, here's' where we come to a few interesting problems, for this kingdom specifically. 

Now, soldiers require more calories than the average person, if only due to the sheer amount of physical work they’re expected to do. You also need more calories in cold weather, and mountainous regions. I’m pretty sure both of these apply to the Dark Cacao Kingdom. 

Now, the problem is Crunchy Chip ookie. He has a bit of a sweet tooth, and acts like it's very rare for him to actually consume sweets. Now it could be that these rations contain sweets, and he trades them away. But since he feared disciplinary training for eating sweets, and outright asked for permission to give his wolves treats for the holiday,I think it's safe to assume that these rations do not contain sweets. 

If there are no sweets, then these extra calories need to come somewhere. This means that these rations are probably significantly bulkier/heavier then they would otherwise be. Something that's still kind of reasonable, because the castle looks like it was built to withstand long term sieges. So perhaps they’re stored, rather than carried around by the soldiers. 

However, this also makes it difficult to transport them. By Weight, shipment of emergency rations from the Dark Cacao Kingdom may support fewer cookies than a shipment from the other regions. Something that would have probably helped Affogato’s sabotage in multiple ways. The weight alone is a good excuse to ship fewer rations, and what little they did send was probably not enough to support the villages for long. 

Specific thoughts on the rations themselves: 

-A single meal likely contains 3-5 different dreams, focusing on instant/freeze dried coffee, hot chocolate, and Tea. Given how the kingdom has a lot of cookie tribes revolving around drinks (Milk and Coffee, and Caramel Arrow was a tea flavor? ) I can honestly imagine there being extra packets/accessories sold, just entirely for drink mixes and flavorings for these drinks. 

The main dishes tend to be hearty, heavy meals. Jellies mixed with some sort of grain. Side dishes revolving around shelf stable chocolate bread, and savory crackers/bread that pairs with other sides. Things like Peanut butter, or marmalades/jams.  Sides also include preserved/pickled vegetables and fruits, or they might contain fruits and jellies in flavored syrups. (Syrup helps preserve the flavor/texture of frozen fruit, and it might be expected that these rations inevitably will be frozen. Given how Dark Cacao King generally hates sweets though,  I’m imagining most of these syrups are probably spicy or sweet and sour. )

Their rations probably also include a lot of things like evaporated/powdered milk. It's also inevitable that each ration menu will contain something chocolate, be it a bread, bitter candy bar, or a drink. I also imagine these rations mostly lean to the bitter side of things. 

Hollyberry Kingdom:

First off, I'm going to presume that when Pitaya Dragon Cookie probably didn’t actually change things like ration productions when they took over the kingdom. They probably didn’t care about that. However, I think I remember them threatening to eat the cookies, and I also remember that gingerbread is a housing material in this world. 

So I can’t help but imagine a cookie opening their ration and just finding a literal brick/roof shingle. 

Siimilar to the Dark Cacao Kingdom, these rations were designed both for Military and Emergency use. Because they would no doubt use their fresh fruits as a major component, their rations are likely more sugar-based, and are incredibly lightweight compared to the other kingdoms. Which makes it easy for adventurers/soldiers. 

A single meal likely contains 3-4 different drinks, often with a small amount of berry juice included in several of their menus. Teas, Coffees, and Fruit-flavored drinks would make up the rest in the meal.

The mains are likely very heavy/hearty fruit pies, fruit cakes, or fruit breads. Sides probably are also similar, being breads that were designed to go with assorted fruit preserves/jams/marmalades, or preserved Jellies. Pickled fruits probably are also provided, if only to provide something that isn’t entirely sweet. 

Most rations probably contain dragonfruit, or claim to contain dragons, entirely out of spite. 

The Crème Republic

Just like the other kingdoms, rations were likely made both for military and civilian emergency use. Given how many different military fractions exist within the republic, they probably have some of the most plentiful/varied/high quality rations out of all the kingdoms.

Like, almost gourmet. 

I’m not even joking, I have seen real life French Military Rations, where the Menu included Duck or Ostrich as a Main Dish. So just using that as an inspiration, I’d presume that The Crème Republic’s rations are extreme in terms of ingredients, quality, and thought put into them. 

Even with the kingdom’s extreme classism, these meals were made with the expectation that the elite armies or even the elders themselves may need to eat them if there’s an emergency. While it's possible they could have rations made specifically for the lower city in mind, I imagine the leaders probably already felt they were making enough different rations for their multiple military and government leaders.  They might still be prohibitively expensive, or only sold in the upper city so they aren’t as readily available to the lower city, 

Basically, there’s no room for lower quality rations to be made for the lower city residents, specifically. ( There is a chance that these rations are more expensive, mostly sold in the upper city, so they aren’t as readily available elsewhere. However, each ration is of equal quality regardless of what the main dish is. 

The naval units probably eat their meals at predetermined times when out at sea. While they probably carry some rations, while at sea it's easier to have chefs prepare food for the group as a whole, rather than an individual carrying their own meals. 

A single meal likely contains 2-3 drinks, usually coffees and teas. Most of the items are high quality, with the main dishes often being canned meals that are heated over a fire.  The main dishes are often separated between Sweet  and Salty, often containing a wide arrangement of vegetables and bread or rice. Crackers and biscuits make up most of the side dishes, intended to be eaten with jams/marmalades. Many of their rations tend to try and mix things up a little, with sweet mains having salty side dishes. 

It’s not unusual for each meal to include some sort of instant soup, and some sort of dessert in each meal. 

#Cookie Run #Cookie Run kingdom #food mention #This feels like such a weird thing to think about for world/lorebuilding reasons #But it was fun to me! #Let me know if I should tag anything else #I had to edit this post