#if anyone tries that hot cocoa recipe please tell me how it tastes because i just made it up off the top of my head

[mrhyde-mrseek]

I’m on a Good Omens kick because of the season 2 intro dropping (I saw a sneak peek on the official Good Omens Prime Instagram), so here’s some headcanons:

I’ve posted about this one before, but Beelzebub definitely has arachnophobia, being a fly demon.

Additionally, they also despise Venus fly traps, and refuse to go within ten feet of one. Crowley has three in his flat for this exact reason.

Crowley has been to EVERY Queen concert. He never bought a ticket even once, but he always managed to get the best seat at the venue (with the help of a little demonic miracle or two).

Before Almostageddon, Crowley would leave various things behind at the bookshop—neckties, tapes from the Bentley, even his sunglasses one time—on “accident” just so he has an excuse to go back.

(He doesn’t need an excuse anymore, but he still does this sometimes.)

He also listens to “Death on Two Legs (Dedicated To…)” whenever he’s feeling especially resentful toward Heaven and/or Hell.

Aziraphale’s favorite hot cocoa recipe is: one and a half cups of milk, four ounces of dark chocolate, half a teaspoon of vanilla, half a teaspoon of cinnamon, a quarter teaspoon of nutmeg, whipped cream, and six marshmallows exactly. Sometimes a spoonful of honey if he wants it to be sweeter.

War can sprint, climb, and fight in heels no matter how tall they are.

When Newt proposed to Anathema, he was so nervous he almost dropped the ring twice.

Pollution has never been misgendered once because besides the fact that they tend to go unnoticed, they exude such a strong sense of “weird supernatural entity” that most people have trouble trying to figure out if they’re even human, much less what’s in their pants.

Gabriel and Beelzebub would sometimes spy on Aziraphale and Crowley together, doing various human things (poorly) to avoid detection. During one of these surveillance meetings near a café, Beelzebub forced Gabriel to at least pretend to consume something so he didn’t appear out of place. He reluctantly bought a black coffee, took one sip, and immediately gagged. Beelzebub couldn’t stop laughing for five minutes straight. (They totally gave away the game, but it was worth it to tease Gabriel.)

#if anyone tries that hot cocoa recipe please tell me how it tastes because i just made it up off the top of my head #good omens #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #beelzebub good omens #gabriel good omens #arachnophobia #war good omens #pollution good omens #good omens headcanons #anathema #anathema device #newt pulsifer #newton pulsifer #edit: I MEANT INTRO I FIXED THAT I’M SORRY

[dreaminpetals]

Oog the Andrew appreciation is making me feel fuzzy and warmmmmm! Could we get some skin specific headcannons for Andrew? Like how his train conductor or "cheese" skins would act?

🧀 skin specific hcs for andrew . . . 🚂

desolate sand ;;

♡ sandrew (hehe) is a lot braver and stronger than his other skins but also more exhausted and gloomy.

♡ a person with albinism being stuck under the relentless sun of the south is a recipe for disaster.

♡ he's seen outlaws do awful, awful things to people which has left him with a grim outlook on life.

♡ though he'll do all he can to protect innocents, especially women and children. he views it as his duty on this earth.

♡ speaks with a southern drawl.

♡ views his horse as his best friend and companion for life.

♡ while people turn their heads and refuse to serve him at some bars, his horse, named after his late mother, has always been there for him.

♡ despite how rough around the edges and unfriendly this andrew is, he's an angel towards his horse and spoils her rotten.

♡ if he had an s/o he wouldn't want them to be a shooter or freelancer like him, he'd prefer a friendly face he could come home to.

♡ andrew has dreamed of a domestic life for far too long but being viewed as a devil means he has to hunt for resources and live in tents all on his own, never staying in one town for too long because he gets chased out with torches and pitchforks. he doesn't have a home as much as he desperately craves one.

♡ a romance between you and him would be slow and sweet, you'd potentially go months without seeing each other but every time you reunited he could relax and get a taste of paradise.

♡ i feel like you would be a hotel owner that was willing to serve him so he associates you with warmth and safety, during nights when he had nothing to do but hitch his horse and stare at the stars he'd think of you and how much he wants you to be more than a stranger.

♡ overall he's a wanderer with a good heart that's been stomped on and lassoed far too many times, give him some rum, apple pie, and a bath full of delicate kisses and touches please his weary soul deserves it.

train conductor ;;

♡ traindrew fares surprisingly well in the bitter cold that his train conducting job entails, he's built up a tolerance since he's been freezing since birth.

♡ a feeling he experiences often is that realization that all of his passengers are unique people with their own places to go, he feels proud that he's helped so many people and hopes they can remember him in a positive light.

♡ he's treated surprisingly well by his passengers, weary travellers view him as a demon who's redeeming himself by reuniting people with their families and homes.

♡ of course 'surprisingly well' for andrew still has to include being dehumanized for his condition, poor guy.

♡ still, he loves his job. a speeding train is much more comfortable than a drab cemetery where evil men are laid to rest, the cheers and laughs he hears from nearby compartments remind him he's doing a good job.

♡ loves hot beverages like tea and hot cocoa, he almost always has a mug in his hands.

♡ when he sleeps he kicks his feet up on a table and tucks his hat over his eyes it's so cute.

♡ he's bitter and deals with jealousy quite a bit, he envies how easy other people live and prefers to be alone or with animals.

♡ even when the train is empty andrew still watches over it, cleaning it and making sure nobody breaks in.

♡ so if he had an s/o they would have met on the train.

♡ you were a rising singer who frequently travelled his train when touring, at first he expected you to be a sheltered snob who'd ask for a different helper but you were one of the nicest people he had ever met.

♡ during the evening you order two cups of coffee, one for you and one for andrew so he could take a break in your first class booth.

♡ andrew had a sneaking suspicion you were only being this nice so your future train tickets would be cheaper.

♡ oh yeah, andrew can be pretty pessimistic and judgemental. when people are nice to him he always has a lingering fear they're trying to gain his trust only to stab him in the back.

♡ he wholeheartedly believed that you weren't to be trusted until he overheard you practicing for your new single.

♡ it was about falling in love with a gentle train conductor who had piercing red eyes and alluring white hair, ghostly pale skin cold to the touch that still managed you warm you up when your fingers accidentally brushed together.

♡ he's used to being a stoic professional so when he realized he was catching feelings he nearly fell overboard.

♡ andrew is so hardworking and curious about the world outside his train and he was so overjoyed to entertain the idea of a singer who travelled the world possibly.... showing him everything he was missing... djfndks he couldn't handle it!!!

cheese ;;

♡ while the other andrews are more closed off and sort of bitter with how the world treats them, cheesedrew wears his heart on his sleeve and never loses hope for other human beings. he thinks there's good in everybody !!

♡ instead of digging graves he grew up scooping ice cream, he's lived a happy life and no one can tell me otherwise 🥺

♡ still anxious and insecure though... he naturally struggles with anxiety and fitting in with others, the cruelty he faces for his condition doesn't make life any easier for him. but he is a ray of sunshine once you show that you're harmless, i promise.

♡ he gives people everything even if they don't care about him at all.

♡ still, no matter how many times he's kicked down, he gets back up and he's ready to prove everyone wrong, people can be good no matter what happens to them.

♡ cries super easily, this includes tears of joy (which happen any time someone is affectionate towards him)

♡ obviously he has a sweet tooth, he shivers so much and appears to always be hungry.

♡ give this boy a home cooked meal, he hasn't had meat or vegetables in so long.

♡ his poor diet combined with albinism leads to fits of dizziness and even fainting, if you let him lean on you he'll never forget it!!!

♡ this andrew is like a puppy, if someone is nice to him then he takes their words at face value and trusts them with his life.

♡ don't be surprised if he follows you around or stares at your hands thinking about how soft they'd feel in his larger ones, anyone can tell what he's thinking by looking at his facial expressions.

♡ he's the sweetest lover djfjsks

♡ compares you to honey, candy, sugar, everything sweet in the world, he can't get enough of you.

♡ let him show you how to bake!!!! please!!! he loves teaching people things and doing things that will make people remember him in a positive light, wanting a warm place in someone's memories is a universal andrew experience.

♡ he tries to hide his giggles because he doesn't like how they sound but they're so contagious.

♡ once you reassure andrew he doesn't have to hide himself around you and you love all his quirks he'll melt into batter when he's around you.

#this is such a cool prompt 🥺🥺 #andrew kreiss #identity v #gravekeeper idv #idv headcanons #andrew kreiss imagine #idv x reader

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dec 10- hot chocolate- clark/lois

Title: love is (a warm cup of cocoa) Fandom: Smallville Pairing/Characters: Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Jonathan Kent, Martha Kent Rating: G Word Count: 1697 Summary: Clark learned to make hot chocolate from his dad.  A/N: previous days HERE 

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When Clark was six years old, he learned how to make hot chocolate from his dad. His mom had been looking tired for the last day or so, and even he had noticed.

“How about we cheer mommy up?” his dad suggested, after he had sent her off to get some much needed rest.

“Yeah!” Clark said enthusiastically, and accompanied his dad into the kitchen.

“What do you say we make some hot chocolate?” Jonathan said, and Clark’s blue-green eyes grew wide, nodding quickly.

“I like hot chocolate!” he declared. He frowned a little as he watched Jonathan take out ingredients that seemed different from what his mom used, including a chocolate bar. “That’s not how mommy makes it.”

“You like mommy’s hot chocolate?” Jonathan asked.

“Yeah, it’s the best,” Clark confirmed happily.

“Mommy does everything the best, doesn’t she?” Jonathan replied, fondly, letting out a chuckle at Clark’s very serious nod. “Well, we’re going to try something a little different.”

“Okay,” he said, a little reluctantly.

“This is a secret family recipe,” Jonathan explained. “My dad taught me how to make it and now I will teach it to you.”

“Is it hard?’ Clark wanted to know.

“No,” Jonathan replied. “This takes a little longer, so you can save it for special occasions, but let me tell you something, son: when you love someone, it won’t seem like work at all.”

Clark took that all in. “How do we make it? Can I help?”

“You sure can,” Jonathan agreed, as he chopped the chocolate into small pieces. “Do you know where the marshmallows are?”

“I do!” Clark ran off, only slowing down at Jonathan’s reminder, and retrieved it from the cabinet where he remembered his mom putting it the last time. Bringing the bag to him, he saw that Jonathan was distracted, so he opened it and popped one in his mouth. And then another. After that, a third. Definitely good.

“I hope you’re saving some for the cocoa,” Jonathan remarked, and Clark’s eyes widened. How did he know?

Swallowing, he grinned. “Yeah, I did.”

Jonathan looked over and smiled. “All right, now let’s get you up here.” He lifted up Clark and placed him on a free spot on the counter. “Now, this is the trick. First you have to microwave the chocolate, so that we don’t get any lumps. Cocoa powder is fine but nothing beats a good chocolate bar. You have to chop it up and melt it slowly though, so it doesn’t burn-”

From there, Jonathan went on to explain the recipe and how to make it. Clark watched, mostly quietly, though he did throw out a question here and there, which Jonathan was more than happy to answer.

When they were finished, he separated it into three mugs, mixing in a few more ingredients, what Clark would later learn was half and half, vanilla, and for the adults, bourbon. He let Clark add the marshmallows, before topping it off with whip cream, and sprinkles for Clark.

“What did you add in for you and mommy?” Clark asked curiously.

“That, I will tell you when you’re older,” Jonathan said, lifting him up to set him down once more. “I think you’ll like the sprinkles more.”

“I like sprinkles,” Clark said, still wanting answers, but willing to let it go, because he wanted his drink more. “Do we drink it now?”

“It will be hot,” Jonathan responded, setting the cups on a tray. “How about we take these to mommy?”

Clark readily followed him out of the kitchen into the living room, where it turned out Martha now was, sitting on the couch with a magazine.

“I thought you were going to lie down,” Jonathan said, eyebrows furrowing, as they approached her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Martha explained. “What do you have there?”

“Hot chocolate!” Clark was eager to say. “Daddy made it. I helped!”

“I’m sure you did a great job, sweetie,” Martha said, smiling warmly, as she accepted the cup Jonathan gave her. Clark got his own cup as well, and eagerly took a sip, wrinkling his nose as he got whipped cream on it, causing his parents to laugh.

“What do you think?” Jonathan asked.

“It’s good, daddy,” Clark confirmed, wiping his nose. Different than his mommy’s, but it tasted yummy and Clark did like it.

“It’s very good,” Martha agreed. “Just what I needed.”

“Looks like we did a good job,” Jonathan said, offering his hand for a high five. “We make quite the team, buddy.”

“Yeah!” Clark said, meeting his hand, with his own. “The best team!” Seeing his mommy smile again made his chest feel all warm and happy.

It was a feeling and a memory Clark would always look back on fondly in the years to come, though it happened less and less as he got older. After his dad’s death, it was bittersweet to think about it at all.

Only when he was in his own apartment, one he shared with Lois, and perusing through the old cookbooks trying to figure out dinner, did he find that old scrap of paper, and in his dad’s familiar scrawl, he saw a hot chocolate recipe, and it brought him straight back to his childhood. All he could feel now was happiness as well as gratitude to have had those memories and such a loving family, because he knew that it all could’ve been much different.

Hearing a door slam, he set the book down, and headed towards the sound, immediately greeted by his annoyed looking wife.

“Ugh, what a day,” Lois said, visibly exasperated as she kicked off her heels. “You are lucky you got out of there earlier. If I hear one more ‘no we can’t’ or get a story canned because some asshole has enough money to cover up evidence, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Please don’t do anything to get arrested,” Clark requested, amusement evident in his tone and expression.

“No promises,” Lois replied. “Will you come help me escape if I do?”

“Always,” Clark told her, as he leaned forward to kiss her quickly. “Why don’t you take it easy?” I will go order some takeout. Chinese?”

“Please,” Lois said, taking a seat. “I need some kung pao chicken in my life stat.”

“I will get some extra dumplings too,” Clark promised, enjoying the way Lois’s face lit up.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” Lois proclaimed.

“I do my best,” Clark responded, amused, and went back to the kitchen, reaching for his phone and a menu to Lois’s favorite Chinese restaurant. Once the order was placed, his eyes drifted back toward the book thoughtfully, as he suddenly had an idea.

“Just going to step out for a second, Lois,” he called out. “I think I heard something.” When he heard her acknowledge it, he quickly left, using the excuse to go out the side window, and making sure to return as quickly as possible, bag full of necessary ingredients.

Consulting the recipe and what he had of the memory, he worked to make the hot chocolate. His dad has made it a few times over the years, but Clark had never tried on his own or had made it for anyone else.

It wasn’t very hard after all, but even if it was a slow process, he had definitely found someone who was worth it anyway. Hopefully, she would like it. Adding the bourbon and the toppings, Clark tried to make it look as appealing as possible.

“Something smells good in there, Smallville,” Lois called out, and he hid a smile. Taking the two cups, he made his way to her, handing her one when they were face to face.

“What is that?” Lois asked, accepting the mug.

“Hot chocolate,” he replied.

“Looks great,” Lois said, and once she took a sip, she made a noise of appreciation. “Tastes better. Where did you learn to make this?”

“My dad taught me,” he said, sitting next to her, with his own cup. “He used to make it for my mom when she was feeling down.”

Her expression softened, holding a touch of wistfulness at the mention of his dad. She had always gotten along with his parents, and he knew that Lois probably missed Jonathan as well. Sometimes, he wondered what his dad would’ve thought of the two of them ending up together; more often than that, he wished Jonathan would’ve been there to see it. He would’ve loved to have Lois as a daughter in law.

“And my whining inspired you to make it?” Lois teased, returning him to the present. She “mmm’d” as she continued to drink from her mug, and Clark felt pleased at her obvious enjoyment.

“Something like that,” Clark chuckled.

“What’s your secret?” Lois wanted to know. “I always get lumps with the cocoa powder.”

“No cocoa powder in it,” he replied. “I can show you, if you want.”

“It’s not some secret family recipe?” Lois joked.

“Actually, it is,” Clark admitted. “But you’re family, so I think it’s allowed.”

Her eyes went bright. “Yeah, that is true.” She paused for a moment. “Then again, if I don’t know how to make it, I can have you continue to do it for me.”

“As if I wouldn’t do that already,” Clark countered, grinning as she let out a laugh in agreement.

“And you can also be responsible for passing on the recipe when we have kids,” Lois added, snuggling closer and resting her head on his shoulder once she had finished.

His heart skipped a beat at the ease Lois talked about potential children; it wouldn’t be the first time, but the certainty always made him feel good.

“That I can do,” he agreed, setting aside his own cup once he was done as well. “Do you feel better?”

“Yup,” Lois said, closing her eyes. “You always make me feel better.”

“I’m glad,” Clark commented, pressing a kiss on top of her head.

“Thanks for the hot chocolate,” Lois murmured.

“Any time, Lois,” he replied softly. “Any time.”

To make her happy, it was the least he would do.

And she was always worth it.

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[nebbychan]

For @evilblot

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Kardok stood by the window, watching the snow fall, how long had it been since he’d last seen the snow? A long time no doubt, and that year was nothing short of boring, with the resurrection plus the ongoing feud between both Vomica brothers and that damned baker down the road and her little posse, he could only hope that for next year there could be more time spent in solitude, or at least with Oliver.

And speaking of the fazgûl, he’d approached his longtime comrade with some mugs in hand. “What’s thes?” The centaur inquired, carefully taking the cup into his hands, last time he’d grabbed for a cup of coffee his strength had shattered the cup not to mention burned him. “It’s hot chocolate, a recipe given to me from Lady Nebula. Please, tryeth t.” Now how could he say no to him?

No doubt it was hot, he gave it a minute plus blew into the cup before taking a sip. He’d tried Nebby’s cooking before, it was unlike anything he’d tried- literally, who knew tomatoes were actually safe to eat?It’s rich, a bit creamy for his tastes, he could tell a whole bar of chocolate was likely melted for this, and he wasn’t about to complain. Kardok turned and gave Oliver a smile and a nod, letting him know that it was good. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to cook, but Zarok’s rules were final once he’s made them, and Oliver’s duty was house cook, occasional servant. If Kardok were to be honest, he’d express his upmost sympathies, Oliver didn’t deserve to be treated the way he did, if anyone was deserving it was-

“Hey, is that cocoa? Can I have some?” Orion’s voice made Kardok groan internally. If this is what Fortesque was like in life, then he was glad he never knew the real guy. But he still had to deal with his poor excuse of a clone, born simply from a lower jaw and a fingernail in (what Kardok now likes to joke) a crockpot. Oliver had prepared enough for everyone, so it was no surprise that Orion would take one. Arrogance, was it a Fortesque thing or a Vomica thing? Likely both, but worsened trifold. “So, you guys know what day it is?” Orion smirked, blowing into his cup and gulping some down. “Monday.” Oliver answered. “Ah, Ah! Not just any Monday! Nebby told me this, but today is, get this- Christmas! I don’t know what it is, but it sounds fun!” The clone took another swig.

“Hoo dae ye nae ken whit Christmas is?” Kardok frowned. “Because I was kept in Zarok’s lair and within a containment cell like I was a prisoner.” Orion deadpans, “So you can already guess why I don’t know.” “Weel i’ll teel yoo- Christmas is a holiday tae gie gifts, swap stories, blah, blah, blah. Ne'er cared fur it, tae me it was anither day.” Kardok made some hand gestures. Hopefully this would keep Orion from getting any stupid ideas. “Well, I kind of want to celebrate it. We never do anything besides break into houses and risk getting arrested.” Orion frowned. “I’m afraid you’ll needeth wage or some source of supplies, neither of which we has't.” Oliver sighed, “It’s unfortunate, very much.” “Well, maybe we don’t need anything. We could just drink all day, forget our responsibilities for one night. After all, Zarok doesn’t pay us, so why bother?” Orion shrugged.

“Yoo’re an divit, but Ah loch th' idea.” Kardok laughed, “Ah actually hae puckle cases ay swally in th' cellar, it’s hoddin mince, but swally is swally.”

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