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mothask · 1 year
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I honestly would kill to give a moth!Kix and moth!Jesse some sweet butterfly girlfriends or at least several cuddles and spoil them with fresh berries 🥺❤️
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Guys maybe getting the commander involved was a bad idea-
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thegroovyarchives · 2 years
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1993 Berry Berry Kix Cereal Commercial
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toschestationed · 7 months
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Chapter Summary:
‘Why is it always Dogma?'
Kix sighed to himself as he made his way through the medbay, catching a glimpse of the vod’ika currently doing an amazing imitation of a drowned tooka.
Kix treats Dogma for a terminal case of bad luck.
Chapter 5: Dogma
“Hah! Check this out, vod!” Hardcase grinned, brown-red mud sticking to his armor as he waded through a particularly deep patch of mud, steps making a wet, schlorp-ing sound as he continued.
“Careful, Hardcase, you’ll lose a boot in there.” Jesse said, but amusement was evident in his tone, even through his vocoder.
Dogma wrinkled his nose under his helmet, doing his best to skirt the mud puddle. The 501st was currently making their way to their final extraction point, and he was looking forward to a hot shower even more than usual after their latest deployment. While not as bad as Felucia, the pine forests of Krant were well-known for their scenic views and rich, red clay deposits. According to Tup, they were good for your skin, but in the middle of the planet’s rainy season, Dogma couldn’t care less. 
Between the deep puddles, gnarled tree roots, and slippery rocks making up the side of the hill they were currently traversing, Dogma had to put careful thought into each of his steps. He had no plans to be tracking mud all the way back to Coruscant. He was so careful in his steps that he almost missed a wet splort-ing noise as Hardcase picked up a glob of mud and hefted it towards Jesse. 
“Dude!” Jesse yelped, before grinning maliciously, quick to return the favor. Hardcase’s returning volley got uncomfortably close to Dogma, and he stumbled slightly to avoid it. Captain Rex glanced back at the duo, but shook his head in amusement, willing to let it slide. It had been a long campaign; the boys could use some fun, especially now that all the droids were taken care of. 
It wasn’t long before Fives, and even Tup joined in– the traitor– and Dogma was quickly failing in his self-assigned mission to stay clean. Distracted by his brothers’ shenanigans, he didn’t notice how close he was getting to the steep side of the hill until his feet slipped out from under him, sliding on the wet rocks. 
Breath knocked out of him, Dogma skidded straight down the hill and kept on tumbling, plowing through the underbrush and losing his helmet in the process. He tried to control his roll, but he couldn’t stop until he nearly brained himself on a tree, injuring his wrist in the process. 
Heaving a sigh, he lay splayed out on his back, looking dazedly up at the canopy above him. That was definitely going to hurt in the morning.
He blinked his eyes rapidly, hoping to clear his blurry vision and realized that he’d been caught halfway under some kind of bush; it looked kinda like a berry bush Tup had pointed out on their last campaign, but the leaves were shiny, almost oily. He found himself gazing at them blearily until Kix’s face appeared in front of him, jerking him out of his stupor.
“Dogma, status?” Kix ordered, going into medic mode as he pulled out his medscanner.
Dogma groaned, “Dizzy, wrist hurts. Think I hit m’ head.” He mumbled, attempting to sit up only to be pushed back down, which is when he noticed that he was absolutely drenched and covered in mud. So much for staying clean; he probably had mud and twigs under his armor, in his boots, up his blacks, he realized with a shudder.
“Stay down, kid. Lemme make sure you don’t have any internal injuries first.” Kix said, flashing a penlight in his eyes, eliciting a sharp wince from Dogma.
The medscanner beeped, and Kix paused his examination to read it. “You’ve definitely got a concussion, vod’ika, but it looks like your head and wrist were the worst of it.” Grabbing a temporary bacta patch, he quickly cleaned and covered the scrape on Dogma’s forehead. 
Finally, he finished and stood up, offering Dogma a hand. “Let’s get you back to the Resolute, kid. Think you can stand?”
Dogma sighed defeatedly, dizzily attempting to pick himself up off the ground. Jesse was never going to let him live this down.
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‘Why is it always Dogma?’ ’ Kix sighed to himself as he made his way through the medbay, catching a glimpse of the vod’ika currently doing an amazing imitation of a drowned tooka as he waited for the bone-knitter to finish working on his wrist. Thankfully, it’d only been a hairline fracture, but between that and the concussion, he hadn’t been released from medbay yet and was still caked in mud. 
Dogma always seemed to have the worst luck, despite his careful nature, and ended up in medbay more often than not after tough missions. At least he wasn’t one to make harebrained escape attempts after being pinned down and sent to medbay, but getting the vod’ika to relax was like pulling nails. 
Even now, sitting on his medbed waiting for a more in-depth concussion check, Dogma sat up-straight like he was at parade rest… Or maybe it was just some debris that got under his blacks, Kix realized with a grimace as Dogma scratched at his back in irritation, shifting his shoulders in a futile attempt to remove some of the dried mud.
Taking sympathy on him, Kix rifled through a nearby cabinet before resurfacing with a patient gown. Approaching Dogma’s bunk, he handed it to him. “Here, kid. Another minute in the bone-knitter and then you can change. I’m a little busy with the other injured, but you should be good to take a shower as long as you’re supervised, but you’ll need to come right back here afterwards. You still feeling nauseous?” He asked, checking the latest scan.
Dogma’s shoulders slumped in relief, grateful to nearly be done. “A little, but I-I’m fine, sir.” He shook his head, at least until it started to spin. Kix raised an eyebrow. 
“Look, if you pass out in the fresher, I’m the one that has to scrape you off the floor.” He continued, gentler. “The supervision’s for me, not for you.” He gave Dogma a half-smile, knowing how much Dogma hated needing help from others.
“O-Of course, sir.” He stuttered, nodding. Finally, the bone-knitter gave a whirring beep, signaling the end of its cycle, so Dogma pulled his arm out with a look of relief before starting to pull off his mud-stained blacks. There were, indeed, a number of twigs, leaves, and rocks that had made their way under his shirt, Kix noted with amusement, but his gaze stopped short as he noticed a crawling red mark previously hidden by his blacks.
“...that’s not mud, kid…” Kix hissed through his teeth, taking a step back as he realized that Dogma’s neck and shoulders were covered in the beginnings of a terrible rash. “You happen to see any poison ivy on your tumble down the hill? Leaves of three, leave ‘em be?” He grimaced, rummaging through a drawer before handing Dogma a mirror.
“I, uh– what?!” Dogma’s voice cracked, shock evident as he looked at his reflection. Now that his blacks were removed, he could see an irritated red rash snaking around his shoulders and up his wrists. 
He reached with one hand to touch them, but Kix was quick to slap his hand away. “Don’t touch! You’ll spread the oil everywhere, and make it even worse.” Dogma flinched at the warning, just now starting to realize how often he touched his face, or adjusted his armor, or– 
This was an absolute nightmare.
Kix winced internally, realizing somebody would have to wipe down everything Dogma had touched… including Kix’s own armor, after supporting him all the way down to the gunships for extraction.
The damage was already done, he supposed, but he changed his gloves once more before pulling Dogma into an upright position. “Can you stand, vod? Because you just signed up for a decontamination shower. Come on, up you get.” He sighed, resigned to his fate as he carefully prodded Dogma towards the fresher, supporting him when he wobbled unsteadily.
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“…Kix…?” 
Kix looked up from his patient notes at the tone of abject misery coming from the medbay doors, only to blink in surprise when he found Dogma standing there, looking vaguely sick to his stomach and more than a little wobbly on his feet. When Dogma’s head had started pounding from the harsh medbay lights, he’d released the kid to the auxiliary medbay with the lights dimmed, giving him a call button and promising to check in on him at least once an hour.
“Kix, I threw up…” Dogma absolutely did not whine as he clutched his stomach. The rash from earlier had steadily spread to his face, clashing strangely with his facial tattoo and current paleness.
Despite himself, Kix felt his heart clench in sympathy for his vod’ika. Thankfully, standard precautions meant that he had mostly avoided the poison ivy on Dogma’s armor, if not completely, but this really wasn’t shaping out to be the kid’s week. 
He sighed, coming over to support Dogma and give him another scan. “Why didn’t you use your call button, vod’ika? Didn’t need to come all this way if you were feeling sick.”
“Oh…” Dogma hummed, looking more than a little out-of-it. “... forgot.”
Kix shook his head longsufferingly but gave Dogma a hand as they walked back to his bunk. “Did you make it to the fresher in time, at least?” He asked.
“...No…”
“...That’s alright, Dogma. Don’t worry about it.”
Settling Dogma on a nearby medbed, Kix changed the sheets with military efficiency. Thankfully the cleaning droids would get rid of the worst of the mess. It wasn’t long before Dogma was back under his covers, scratching aimlessly at the rash on his neck.
“Don’t scratch, Dogma. Medics’s orders.” Kix instructed, gently pulling his hands away from the rapidly forming blisters on his skin. Dogma grumbled irritably, but agreed, thankfully not one to defy authority, even for his own comfort.
Kix sighed; usually, Tup would be completely underfoot when Dogma was stuck in medbay, helping keep an eye on him, but Tup had take one look at Dogma and nearly fainted when he saw the poison ivy rash on his batchmate’s skin. Tup could handle blood, guts, blaster wounds, the works, but apparently a little skin irritation was enough to send him running, sticking around just long enough to wish Dogma a quick recovery, giving his medbed a ten foot radius in the meantime.
Dogma let out another not-whine as one of his hands jerked involuntarily, stopping himself from scratching a particularly terrible rash. He could use another layer of calamine lotion, Kix reasoned, as he started helping the vod’ika feel a little less miserable (reapplying some on his own wrists where necessary). 
Flinching slightly at the contact on his raw skin, Dogma grumbled, relaxing a little bit as the worst of his discomfort faded. Finally, his eyes started to drift closed again, so Kix decided to make his exit. 
Kix had just reached the door when he heard frantic scrambling behind him, quickly followed by dry heaving and a splatter as Dogma, once again, threw up all over his nice, clean sheets.
Kix froze, closing his eyes in a silent plea before turning around and giving Dogma a small smile and a sigh. It was going to be a long shift.
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Objectively correct cereal opinions
Cereals which must be soaked and left to absorb milk to be their peak tastiness: Count Chocula Frosted Mini Wheats Oreo's cereal Coco Puffs
Cereals which must be eaten within 5seconds of touching the milk, least they become soggy horrid mush: Froot Loops Rice Krispies Kix Frosted Flakes
Cereals which sneer at your hubris and punish you regardless of how little or much milk you subject them to: Cap'n Crunch (will never not be jagged diamonds which slice your mouth to pieces) (exc. Oops All Berries! which falls under a 4th category of Needs To Soak For Exactly 9sec Oh No You Soaked It 1sec Too Long And Now It Is Mush, You Failed, Everything Is Bad, You Are Bad, You Should Lie Down In A Grave Now To Erase Your Shame From The Earth)
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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years
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pretty-princess-4ever · 6 months
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Cereal 120 calories or less per 1 cup pt. 2 ✨💕
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Charlie Brown: 93 calories
Corn flakes: 100 calories
Kix/kix berry: 106 calories
Multigrain cheerios: 112 calories
Rice Chex: 112 calories
Froot Loops: 112 calories
Apple Jacks: 112 calories
Miraculous strawberry macaron: 112 calories
All Bran: 120 calories
Boo berry: 120 calories
Frankenberry: 120 calories
Carmella creeper: 120 calories
Monster mash: 120 calories
Mickey Mouse club confetti cake: 120 calories
Trix minis: 120 calories
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pettyartist · 1 year
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i did some digging, and after finding out about some kix berry berry scary stories cassettes, there was a comment in one of the videos talking about a cassette player! and the footage is (as expected of old commercials) suuuper fuzzy, but this commercial mentions and shows one! is it the one you're looking for?
youtube /watch?v=KQjTiYht2no
-points- THAT WAS IT! Man I wish I could find mine though! Ty for tracking that down hahaha
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lost-on-kamino · 2 years
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Changing the Disk
A brief interlude before we continue our scheduled playlist
(It’s been a while! But i finally picked up speed again for this part of Rhythm’s story, though it’s now a look over the other side of things... Please don’t hate me, Eps is already hunting me-) Small Cameos by: Remedy ( @kkrazy256) Twitch ( @gaeasun) , Sponge and Olly (@mwolf0epsilon)
<Chapter 5   Chapter 7>
The wind was calmer today, Pitch found as he peered from the building. He scratched his beard as he looked back to the sleeping brothers and sisters and siblings, recovering from their time in the front.
Granted he had been requested to stay with Coric as Kix and Twitch went off following the ‘Chosen One’.
Sure, Pitch trusted the man; but he often found Slick’s words rotating. He hadn’t been deployed for Christophis… But he heard the stories.
It had left him a lot of time to think when he was on watch as Coric caught up on some much needed sleep. The older Medic had decided to keep watch over him which was its own blessing in disguise… as much as he did annoy his ori’vod from his habit of bringing food into the Medbay.
You named it; Berries, cookies, fruit, chips, lollies; Pitch had brought it in to help his family feel more at ease. It was a quirk he called it… from past experiences of- Actually he didn’t want to think about it… He just always had food around, just in case. Always on hand.
He rubbed his face, likely smudging it with dirt as he kept his focus and leaned back on his perch. Pitch kept a silent watch, a soft smile on his face.
He could hear the distant roar of blasters and cannons in the trees and hoped they’d have time to evacuate if it came to it. Though he wondered how his brother lost on Coruscant was… Pitch only heard the news from the newly formed ARF Trooper, Bumblebee who had transferred from the 212th… Pitch had gotten to be good friends with him before his incident on Coruscant; which he then transferred to to keep with the Medic who was monitoring him.
Pitch shared it with his older siblings. Beat had cursed and remained off line, likely blowing steam over not being able to keep her promise while Tacet remained levelled headed and kept mediating between their siblings.
He felt a hand brush his hair and a whisper.
“He’s home.”
Pitch turned to his right, spotting no one as he narrowed his eyes. But the tone and… that feeling… That felt like Chord. Rhythm’s twin would always brush his hair and even joked about the former pilot to change his hair style. Pitch relaxed into his seat, Coric walking over and offering a canteen as Sponge joined them.
He had a feeling… It was ok.
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Beat was keeping up with the other members of the Wolfpack. Though she could tell they were watching her, after her outburst in the training room. Fight after fight, keeping her head down. Any clone that offered to spar would be pummelled until Commander Wolffe got hold of her. It was not until after General Plo had offered to duel her and destroyed her that she admitted the words that prayed on her mind.
 My Vod is missing.
 Until then, nothing had really changed, but she could tell Boost and Sinker would join her in morning sprints as they made their way towards another relief mission. Comet sat with her during lunch and talked to her, Warthog would ask for her help looking over the ships and Wildfire kept her busy with inventory. They were all keeping her busy and away from a path of self destruction.
 What had meant to most was when Wolffe sat down with her and asked why she felt so strongly that it was her fault. That was when she told him about Chord.
That it was her push and plan that caused the explosives to rattle the citadel challenge, Chord was the medic and rushed to save Rhythm, his twin and was bludgeoned to death.
She was the eldest. She needed to watch her siblings and protect them, that was her promise to Chord. And Chord helped her work out who she was. Wolffe had simply listened and thanked her for letting him learn about Chord. That Chord would be proud of her growth and he wouldn’t blame her as they were all following orders… and sometimes, it doesn’t go all to plan.
You lose everything and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
You watch as everyone dies around you yet continue to live when the Captain should have gone down with the ship.
You can only watch as your remaining brothers fight with your general and you can only hope whatever force is out there. The one who could barely breathe as the Escape pod came close to releasing the precious air as you called for help, locating the one person who was close to your battalion as a sister.
 Then the wait as you and your remaining two brothers recover, hoping for the news of sweet revenge as the wolf’s fangs to kill off the one who had taken so much from you.
Beat could listen in quiet horror, realising she could relate to her commander more than she knew. That was the day she swore her loyalty to the pack. It was when Beat had returned to training; slow punches as Sinker cheered her on; she felt a tremor.
A distant humming on the breeze.
A song that she and Chord would hum, copied from their trainers, to ease their brothers.
He’s home.
His voice sung softly as Beat stumbled in her next punch and fell to the floor, catching herself as Sinker knelt by her. She sobs, tucking herself in as the Wolfpack surrounds her. Wolffe walks in and knows as Warthog dashes in like a hot landing, holding a chat message likely from his Batchmate, Hound.
It will be okay.
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Tacet found themselves watching as the transport ship took them back to the Negotiator. The ARF Trooper sinking slightly in which knowing he had done his darn hardest to look for his batchmate. As the second eldest… it was his duty.
They heard their name as Boil waved and they quickly clipped their helmet to sign back ‘Hello’, waving their hand.
 “Any luck?” Boil questioned as they walked towards their stations. Tacet shook their head.
They held their hands to their chest and shook them, mouthing the word.
‘Nothing’
Boil pulled Tacet close.
 “They’ll find something.” He reassured as Waxer soon joined them and the three slowly chatted quietly among themselves. They had worked out what Tacet had been doing when he quietly returned to the barracks late in the Coruscant night and they had also kept an eye out for Tacet’s vod’ika.
The ARF Trooper stretched from his position at the desk, looking over the channels for distress calls, Boil and Waxer within his group before the big jump to their next battlefield. The thing is with Tacet, would be that the thoughts would linger in his mind, circling.
Was there more they could have done? Did they search hard enough for Rhythm? And those thoughts would remain until he knew about his Vod’s whereabouts. He sunk slightly, a nudge from Waxer and an soft smile pressed him on. Boil looked over and muttered about getting Caf for the three, moving off as Tacet paused at a message that flicked on his comm channel.
Olly.
Waxer saw Tacet frozen and peered over. It had been sent about 10 minutes ago and Tacet was hovering over the channel. But it wasn’t the fear of checking. A soft murmur had rattled his mind.
You know its good news, Tacet.
“Easy, Vod.” Waxer smiled, taking the place of Chord as Tacet flinched and looked over, rapidly apologising. Waxer took the lead and pressed the channel.
 When Boil returned, the sight of Tacet leaning into Waxer’s arms, face hidden and arms trembling; he knew Rhythm would be alright.
 It was perfectly okay.
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Rhythm curled up in his covers, head down as he prepared himself for another day.
Tomorrow he’d catch up with Lenta and the kids, something he looked forward to as he needed to return Vite’s Massif plush. Remedy had cleared him finally to start heading out again after his leg was fixed up despite the scarring around the knee and shin.
He smiled to himself.
Everything should be back to normal again, he can return calls and catch people out in their language… He would patrol with Bumblebee and Bulkhead to get used to stretching his leg in armor…
Everything was good.
  …
Blank eyes shot open late at night. The buzzing of the room and soft snores of the other guardsmen hummed in the air as CT-2895 prepared and suited himself up.
He paused when he saw the Riot Trooper shift in his bed, turning to walk off.
He froze again when he stepped on something. Looking down at what appeared to be a stuffed Massif, he stared blankly before pressing down more and walked off into the night, helmet on tight.
 After all, Good soldiers follow orders.
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soclonely · 2 years
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omg odly specific ask for clones as but this morning i made the prettiest and yummiest smoothie bowl- then i had the idea of clones as smoothie bowls and yes ill be using that post as inspiration 🌸
this too has also inspired me, as I spent 4 days researching and trying out a few of these Smoothie anon!
Rex- Banana Split Smoothie Bowl Echo- Mango Tumeric Smoothie Bowl Fives- Strawberries'N'Cream Smoothie Bowl Jesse- Almond Butter and Raspberry Smoothie Bowl Kix- Chocolatey Peanutbutter and Banana Smoothie Bowl Tup- Strawberry Acai Smoothie Bowl Dogma- Pear Smoothie Bowl Hardcase- Peanutbutter, Blueberry, Spinach, and Pinapple Smoothie Bowl Coric- Dragon Fruit Smoothie Bowl Bly- Pumpkin Smoothie Bowl 99- Carrot Cake Smoothie Bowl Cody- Pineapple Mango Smoothie Bowl Waxer/Boil- Mango Banana Smoothie Bowl Wolffe- Cranberry Smoothie Bowl Boost/Sinker- Strawberry Ginger Smoothie Bowl Hunter- Oktoberfest Smoothie Bowl Wrecker- Coconut Acai Smoothie Bowl Tech- Avocado and Kale Smoothie Bowl Crosshair- Matcha Banana Smoothie Bowl Omega- Berry Orange Smoothie Bowl Howzer- Peaches and Cream Smoothie Bowl Fox- Strawberry Mango Smoothie Bowl Gregor- Caramel Apple Crumble Smoothie Bowl
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meowizard · 1 year
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cr oc masterlist <3
stick o'rock (she/jer)
i talk about her here
juniper (he/they)
i talk about him here
roseroot (she/quer)
i talk about quer here
oat coffee (she/it)
talk to her here
i talk about her here
yule log (she/her)
talk to her here
camellia (they/her)
talk to her here
sweet chestnut (she/her)
talk to her here
guiding light (he/it)
talk to him here
shallot (they/her)
i talk about her here
inkcap (it/its)
hawthorn (he/him)
mistletoe (she/faer)
yew (dry/ad)
crowned cream cake (she/it)
pomegranate mousse cake (she/pom)
tropical soda cake (they/she/he/it/surf/sa/nd)
black licorice cake (he/him)
very berry cake (she/kix)
rocky road (they/them)
bitter kola (he/him)
choco wafer (she/they)
kuding tea (xe/xem)
pumpkin pone (it/she/they)
taro (he/him)
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lunarlegend · 2 years
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just wanna live in a world where the original 90s Berry Berry Kix exists again ._.
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vaderatemydog · 1 month
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Whats your favorite cereal?
Hm, growing up it was always Crispix. I'll just throw out some favs: Cocoa Wheats, Fruit Loops, Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, Captain Crunch, Berry Kix, Waffle Crisp.
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am-i-pragnent · 2 months
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[Q] What was your favorite? As a child, what was your favorite cereal? I loved Cheerios, still do. [A] berry berry kix [2007]
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electricbloodflow · 2 months
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mundane journal 1
When I was a kid, like 7 or 8, I was obsessed with Mario 64. I was obsessed with a lot of games but especially that one. I was sick all the time because of my asthma so I'd stay home from school and play it. I used to eat that berry kix cereal while I did it. I can't find that cereal brand anymore.
Time ceaselessly marches on. I keep thinking about how different things are from when I was a child - in terms of time. I am so much closer to my inevitable death now than I was then, protected by the years of time between me and my end.
I have horrible death anxiety. I have ever since I was about 7 or so. We live in a strange reality where one of the only certain things is our eventual death. No one is spared. Such an odd set of circumstances. I worry that I will have to exist as inanimate matter for an indefinite pr even infinite amount of time after I die. Of course, we have not yet entirely mapped put how consciousness works, although it seems pretty accurate to say it is physically localized in the brain and the physical matter that produced our consciousness will continue to exist, albeit in numerous recycled forms.
I saw Robert recently. We dated for six months about six months ago. I still love him. I miss him and wish we were still together. He claims he isn't interested in relationships but that he still thinks about getting back with me sometimes. He was always fine with polyamory. Maybe someday... but either way, I am very happy to still be friends with him. I had a great time hanging out with him and his cute new dog.
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kiraheartilly36 · 5 months
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Okay so I just tried Berry Berry Kix for the first time today, not bad
Anyway
Princess and the Goblin was one of my favorite movies growing up and when I was young I would always watch the commercials on my favorite VHS tapes
I remember the premise of a Kix commercial with raining Kix but didn't recall it was for the Berry Berry flavor
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toschestationed · 8 months
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Summary:
Jesse has a stomach ache, also known as "I'm-gonna-kriffing-die-disease." Kix signed up to be a medic, not a babysitter.
“How long have I got, Kix?” Jesse asked, clutching his abdomen in pain, voice trembling while Kix ran the medscanner over him. After a moment, he glanced back up at his batchmate with an unimpressed look on his face.
“… it’s a stomach ache, not a death sentence.”
“But it hurts—“
Kix stopped him, an irritated look on his face. “You should’ve thought about that before bringing back and eating some random berries from our last campaign. You’re lucky I don’t have to pump your stomach or treat you for anaphylaxis.” 
He sighed in exasperation. “You should be fine in a day of so, just a little uncomfortable.”
“Can’t you give me something? I’m dying here.” Jesse whined, looking absolutely miserable. 
Kix sighed again. “Well, I can give an anti-emetic and some antacids, but you’re probably just going to have to wait it out.”
Jesse flopped back dramatically with a groan of dismay, and Kix knew it was going to be a long day.
“Jesse! What the kriff are you doing?”
Kix wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. A moment ago, Jesse had been curled up in a fetal position in his medbed. Next thing he knew, his batchmate was laying on the fresher floor, stripped all the way down to his decanting suit. Even his socks were missing!
“Where did your blacks go?!”
Lifting his head to give Kix a pitiful look, Jesse moaned, “My stomach hurts…”
Kix gave him a dubious look. “Your stomach hurts… so you decided to strip all the way down to your shebs?”
Jesse gave an affirmative nod. “Mhmm.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kix asked himself why he put up with his batchmate sometimes. He gave a long sigh before leaving and coming back with a patient gown.
“Put this on. It should touch your stomach a little less than your blacks.” Despite his exasperated tone, his hands were gentle as he helped Jesse back up and into his new clothes. Aside from looking a little sweaty and pale, he didn’t look too bad off.
Jesse gave another groan of pain and Kix took pity on him, nudging him back to his bunk with a careful hand. “Lay back down, vod. I’m going to go grab something that should help.” 
Leaving Jesse alone for a few seconds, Kix rifled through a few cabinets before he found what he was looking for. As a togruta, Commander Tano only got her periods once every few months, but Kix tried to keep the necessities on-hand just in case. This included a hot water bottle- with a lothcat pattern on it. 
Filling it up with warm, but not boiling, water, he walked back over to Jesse, who was once again curled up under his medbay blankets.
“Here you go, Jesse. Try this.” He handed Jesse the hot water bottle, making sure it was settled nicely before fixing his blankets.
As soon as the heat started calming his stomach, Jesse practically melted in relief. Letting out a sigh of contentment, his shoulders relaxed and his pinched forehead smoothed out as the pain faded away.
Mumbling a quiet, “… th’nks Kix,” it wasn’t long before Jesse was nearly asleep, dozing off the worst of his tummy ache.
Kix shook his head in exasperated fondness as he tucked him in one last time. “Feel better, Jesse.”
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