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shopwitchvamp · 2 years
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Remembering me & my lil bro @stripeddoll 's visit to the Vampire Cafe 🧛‍♂️
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I dub this monstrously sweet Twilight themed cocktail (orange juice, two tablespoons white wine, pineapple vodka, monin cranberry syrup, whipped cream and sprinkles) the “It’s the Fluorescents” 🫶
Bonus, it doubles as the ‘Oh Bother’ Winnie the Pooh themed cocktail if I don’t pay attention when I end up putting it in a Winnie the Pooh glass
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velvet-inferno · 2 years
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Recreating the Undertale Cafe at home: Heats Flamesman
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Since not all of us can go to the Undertale Cafe I've decided to recreate most of the recipes at home, using different and more affordable ingredients. To recreate the Heats drink all you need is: peach juice, strawberry juice, mango nieve (water-based icecream) and something spicy (I used chamoy and miguelito). Mix 'em together and you got your drink. 8/10, not fantastic but not the worst either.
Also this should have been branded as a Grillby drink, who cares about Flamesman?
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sofiaruelle · 1 year
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Local Chicken man gets a warm greeting after a long day at work.
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alciedoodles · 10 months
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part 1 of 7 - bar
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pastelplz · 11 months
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fizzytoo · 3 months
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unwinding with some friends at the recreation center 🍷🎨🖌️
laurel by @thebramblewood briana by @kazuaru devin by @maelfe
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starbiology · 4 months
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i love this weird lesbian bat
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thegroundhogdidit · 1 month
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the reason we know fandom wiki isn't accurate is because it straight up said that gus isn't just as weird as shawn, he just goes along with the antics. fuck right off. he's just as weird IF NOT WEIRDER than shawn. yes he's the "responsible one" but having a job isn't mutually exclusive with being batshit. gus is Weird and Strange and his idea of a good superhero is a guy who tap dances and throws sand in people's eyes
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willowser · 10 months
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ma’am i only found your blog yesterday but your ex hubby bakugo got me in a trance, and i hsjsksksksksk, but ill present you: ‘drunk ex husband bakugo’ i- i mean he would be so silly and calls you at 1am to tell you how much he loves you and the little one and how much he misses you, babbles away all the nonsense else, but the way he murmurs and mumbles silly things on the phone got you giggle at midnight (and sad at the time because holy hell you miss him too), then you have to talk him out of it to go home and sleep, he listens, he goes home, yeah, and 10 minutes later he shows up at your front door (still hella woozy) because he is just that stupidly drunk and he has always wanted to go home to you :((
ANON ??? OUCH ????? THIS MAKES ME SAD AKFJSODHAIA
i've always wanted to do drunk ex-whathaveyou bakugou that shows up at your door too late 🥺 but in this instance !! i feel like. you get a few calls in the middle of the night, but they're very short ?? like you wake up to your phone ringing and it's his number, so you're reaching for it, but it stops before you can answer. and you're thinking, "darn i must have slept through the first few rings," and as you're typing out a text to check in with him, he calls again for like two rings, and then it stops. and then he calls and it rings for one and then it stops.
and so now you're like — okay maybe he's butt-dialing me LOL but he tries again like 20 minutes later and you're so tired of the ring-tone that you answer it as fast as you can and just listen, waiting to see if you can hear his voice distantly, as if you're down in his back-pocket.
but he grumbles, "—the fuck? hello?"
and you ask him, "uh hey, have you been trying to call me?" but you're almost certain he doesn't hear you, because half-way through you are able to hear the loud background music and then the sound of shuffling, his grumpy lil "—the fuck off me, 'm—shut th'hell up—'m on the DAMN PHONE!"
clearly, there's a struggle, so you just kind of wait, worried you're about to hear your ex-husband get nerfed while on patrol maybe ?? but then the music drops away and is replaced by a barely-there scratchy wind, and he's breathless when he asks if you're still there.
"yeah, no, i'm still here. is...everything okay?"
he huffs, so heavy into the phone that the static almost hurts your ears. "whadda'you think?"
it's bitter enough that you blink in the darkness of your room, before glaring at the opposite wall. "excuse me?"
"fuck, 'm sorry, i—fuck." he inhales audibly, stuttering. "i'm sorry."
you frown, head turning; he sounds lazy, like he can't be assed to speak properly, and he's speaks impolitely on the regular — but it's never this bad. all his words sound curved, looped together, and he's shuffling too much on the other end, sniffing loud and mumbling to himself. almost like he's—
"are you...drunk?"
you're expecting an immediate no, even if evidence is proving otherwise, because he's not a drinker. occasionally, when he's out for dinner or at one of kirishima's backyard barbecues, but it's so infrequent that his tolerance is low, for someone of his size. it doesn't take much to have him a little sloshed, and he hates it, not only for the feeling the day after, but because his mouth tends to run. more than usual.
"it's that fuckin'—dunce head ass 'n his—stupid piano teeth, tape-face—"
kaminari and sero, you think. you think.
"'n i didn't want to fuckin' come to shit like this, ever. because they're so 'blah fuckin' blah, get over yourself', as if i'm—whatever. dumbasses." he pauses, and before you can finish piecing together what he's trying to say, he continues. "'n i'm not even like them, because they're fucking losers, and i don't—i don't even want that chick's number, okay? i don't fuckin' care, okay?"
your heart throbs dangerously, suddenly swollen and too tender, at the very thought of him and someone else, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut tight. "bakugou—"
"bakugou?" he cuts you off loudly, offended. "'r'you fuckin'—sorry, shit. bakugou? you're a goddamn bakugou—"
you have the throw the blankets off your lap so that you can hurry to your bedroom door, to shut it before hissing at him. "i'm not gonna sit here and get cussed out, katsuki. we're divorced."
"sorry! fuck, i'm—i mean—sorry, sorry. 'm not—it ain't at you, y'know? you know that, right?"
and you do. you do know that. it's just how he talks, he would tell you, and he would cut down on it for a little while before it inevitably came back and — it just hurts, at times. to be on the receiving end of his hottest flame.
"yeah," you tell him quietly, leaning against the door when he sighs. "yeah, i know."
"she—" he groans, deep and frustrated. "she fuckin'—god, sorry. she did that t'me all th'time, y'know? 'cut the fuckin' attitude, katsuki,' 'n then fuckin' SMACK!" you can hear the sharp sound of his slap, metallic, like he's against a lamp post or something. "but then she's comin' up t'my room, all like, 'y'know i love you' 'n—how 'm i suppos' t'know that stuff?"
he's never really spoken about his childhood; his parents, yes, through comments here and there about how they irritated him, but nothing serious. you've seen firsthand how tumultuous his relationship with his mother is, and she still smacks him around, but he's big now, much bigger than she is; you never considered what it was like for him, when he was younger.
even if he is drunk, even if he won't remember tomorrow — you still want to be there for him.
you realize he's waiting for an answer, with how long he's quiet, and you shrug to yourself before gently saying, "i don't know, katsuki. it sounds like it would have been very confusing."
"yeah, i mean—" he exhales slowly, though the end trails off into a growl, as if he's grown frustrated again. "i would never fuckin' hit you."
"i know that, katsuki, and i've never thought you would. and i would never hit you, either, y'know?"
"yeah," he repeats, and you can hear him swallowing, the sound so thick that you think he might choke. "i'd never hit you, or—or—hey, where is he? i wanna talk to 'im."
at the mention of your son, you peek down the hall to make sure his door isn't open, that he's not snooping around like you've caught him doing lately — but it's still mostly closed, and you don't hear any little feet against the hardwood.
you squint at your phone, blinded momentarily at the blue-light as you check the time. "it's the middle of the night, katsuki, he's asleep."
"did he have a good day?"
"yeah, he—"
"tell me about it. tell me th-the whole thing."
and — you do, as he listens and grunts and murmurs little things you don't catch. occasionally, he'll groan, really quiet like he's trying not to cry, and it's after the third time he asks to speak to him again that you finally decide to call him an uber.
and you put in his home address !!! but not thirty minutes later, you are sort of roused out of sleep because he's lightly knocking on your door, in the middle of the night, and you have to get up and go check so he doesn't wake your son up !!!!
and he's probably a MESS, all red-faced and SAD, rubbing at his eyes, almost tripping into your house because he was leaning against the door. it's not even worth arguing about getting him to his actual home because it's late and he's being a little loud, so you just give him some water and make him lay down on the couch and — he's out like a light right away LOL
but. you wake up a few hours later to him laying in your bed, on top of the blankets, his pants are on the floor but his shirt and jacket are still on LOL and he's not quite touching you, but if you jostle even a little bit, his face will press into your back 🥺 you don't know when he got up and came into your room, but he was sober enough to be quiet about it, and when you wake up in the morning, he's already re-dressed and sitting with your son at the kitchen table 🥺
WAAAAHHH i made this so sad. i'm so sorry akjfajfajaljfa he's such a BABY !!! god help me, bc if it really was me, i would take him back in a heartbeat LOL
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opold · 10 months
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you shouldn't be allowed to write apocalypse aus until you know what potable water is
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mininovia · 5 months
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c.w. f!reader, fluff-ish, hurt and comfort, mental health themes like depression, depressive episode, self-isolation, self-deprecation; just todo being todo
todo aoi is the most stubborn man on earth.
granted, it comes more from a place of idiocy than it does his unwavering determination, but it’s almost inspiring how he refuses to back down in anything he says or does. over-confident and bold. nothing ever feels impossible when it comes to him—and it’s double so when it involves anyone that he cares about.
and whether you both like it or not, he’s grown to care for you.
so you shouldn’t be surprised when, after missing over a week of classes and refusing to communicate with anyone outside of sparse texts between miwa and momo, he’s determined to find out where you’ve been hiding and demand why. he’s got an inkling, of course, but he wants to hear it first-hand from your lips.
and you’ll come to appreciate it, later down the line. because even when you’re at your worst, stuck in bed and refusing to get up to even shower or brush your teeth, he’ll be outside your dorm knocking so damn hard you’ll have to open the door to not wake up your neighboring classmates. doesn’t even blink when you open the door, disgruntled and messy and oozing self-deprecation.
just one look and he knows. stares you down with his arms crossed, announcing brazenly, “get dressed. i’m taking you out right now.”
he doesn’t care if you’re taken aback, or if you’ll refuse, or if you're seconds away from threatening to call utahime-sensei to kick him out of the girls' dormitories. he won't budge. practically tells you he won’t let you continue to rot in your room, waste your days stuck in this abysmal, crushing cycle.
and he'll wait, after you agree. lingers outside the hallway by your door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. quiet. even if it feels like an eternity, he'll be out here for as long as it takes for you to get ready.
just for you.
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virtualcafe · 11 months
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carouselcometh · 11 months
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The Glass Coffin Mocktail! In honor of my most beloved and favorite Saw trap 5ever :)
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the-daringstars · 3 months
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Non-spoiler Hazbin fanmerch
Guys I couldn't resist- I lost my shit at the Fuck Alastor cup and I'm really enjoying their relationship so I thought I'd commemorate it with a cute lil fun charm!
Get yours here
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ghibli-stims · 4 months
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