#those go well in fruit pies too...

[eudico-my-beloved]

im hungry...

#*throws up and fucking dies* #doesnt help that the house reeks of butter and garlic #and my lunch was literally a few cherry tomatoes some strawberries and a piece of old suspicious 'fondant' made with marshmallows and shit #i havent eaten properly and im not in a position to be able to grab food #and i dont wanna take any advil on empty stomach #the things id do for a grilled cheese with bacon with fries/ chips #or a bread bowl of soup #butter scones with the honey peach jam my teacher made #those go well in fruit pies too... #katsudon with some udon on the side... #rare steak with bread and butter and mashed potatoes :( #fried calamari legs with maybe some ramen soup powder barely sprinkled on them :(((((( #im just making myself more hungry at this point #but the house smells so tasty and my brain wants food #i am going to fucking die

[lovequartz]

the art of pie-making.

❥ pairing: woozi x baker!reader

❥ genre: fluff! sea-side town au

❥ warnings: none

❥ word count: 971

❥ let your adoration spill

❥ notes: this is also set in the g&b + bruise universe! i just love the setting of those pieces so i find myself writing for them a lot. this is also my first time writing for jihoon so please enjoy the fruits of my labor!!

jihoon is very romantic.

although he seems quite standoffish and has a bit of a tsundere attitude, he is probably the most romantic man you’ve ever known. grandiose gestures, extravagant outings, and luxurious gifts are not what make jihoon romantic. his soft way of loving you, and genuine care is what does.

those small acts and gestures that you know are reserved just for you make you swoon more than a diamond necklace ever could. you wouldn’t trade the press of his lips against your wrist, that small smile he gives you across the room to say he misses you, or the brush of his knuckles across your cheek when he thinks you're asleep for all the money in the world.

so you can’t say you find it surprising when you catch a glimpse of a photo of yourself tucked into jihoon’s wallet.

you were in the kitchen, busy prepping ingredients for the several pies you were baking. one was for you and jihoon to enjoy after dinner tonight, while the others were for friends. despite how taxing making multiple pies at once was, it was also helpful to get feedback from friends so that when you went to the market this upcoming week you knew what pies would sell well and what pies wouldn’t. also, it was a bit therapeutic to have something to do and it didn’t hurt that the kitchen always smelled amazing.

you heard jihoon even before he said your name, something he does to not startle you when he comes up behind you like this. feeling the warmth of his hand on your hip, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“morning,” he murmurs against your skin, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

“morning,” you reply softly, “you aren’t going into the workshop today?”

he makes a grumble, and you feel it from where his chest presses into your back. It's a bit soothing to be honest, like a cat purring.

“i am, i have to finish those rings for mr. seo and his wife. i would much rather stay here with you, and these pies. what flavors are you making this time?”

mr. & mrs. seo were an elderly couple that lived not too far from joshua’s farm. mrs. seo’s wedding ring had an unfortunate incident that ended with it being broken and jihoon despite the majority of his expertise being in woodworking, has proficiency with metalworking as well. so it's known around town that he can fix things like broken rings and what have you.

you nod over to the pile of fruits sitting atop the counter, “apple, blackberry, and pear. do you have a preference for the one we keep?”

“hmm,” he pretends to mull it over but you know what he’ll end up choosing, “let’s do blackberry.”

you nod with a small smile, “okay, blackberry it is. i packed lunch for you, it's by the door so you can grab it on your way out.”

“getting rid of me already?” he teases with a squeeze of your hip, but before you can reply he steps away from you, “fine, i know where i’m not wanted."

this pulls a giggle out of you, before you shoo him out of the kitchen. “don’t forget your lunch! you call out, before returning to your pies. however, when you go over to grab the apples to begin cutting them you find something underneath your foot. bending down to pick it up you realize it's jihoon wallet. funny enough, you find your own face staring back at you.

a picture of you from years ago, when you and jihoon were newly together. you had taken a day trip to the next town over, a spontaneous idea of yours wanting to see jihoon take a break from how hard he was working at the time. In the photo your smile is wide, and you’re holding up a kitten. one you two had found by happenstance, and would not stop following you and jihoon. you ended up taking the kitten home and he’s been with you ever since, most likely rolling around in the back garden at this very moment.

you snap out of your reminiscing to realize jihoon would most likely need his wallet, and so you tear out the front door not even thinking about slipping on a pair of shoes. catching glimpse of jihoon almost at the bottom of the small hill your home resides on you call his name.

he turns back to see you rushing down towards him, his brow furrowed in concern. he reaches his arms out to steady you once you are near enough to him, and you catch your breath as best you can.

“you forgot this!” you say, once your lungs feel normal again, holding out his wallet.

his expression softens but you can still see the tinge of concern that pinches his features.

“you didn’t have to rush over this,” he replies, “look at you, you don’t even have shoes on. what if you hurt yourself?” he brushes his knuckles against your cheek, his other hand taking the wallet from your fingers.

“you keep a picture of me,” you say, brushing past his comments.

he gives you a bewildered look, “in my wallet?”

you nod, smiling.

“of course I keep a picture of you,” he says plainly, “i love you, and i wanna see you all the time.”

your heart nearly bursts, and you throw your arms around jihoon squeezing tightly. you feel him sigh and start rubbing a hand down your back.

“i love you,” you say, lips against his neck, and he chuckles.

“i love you,” he replies, before bending slightly to hook his arm under your knees and hauling you into his arms, “so please don’t chase me down without your shoes ever again.”

notes: thanks for reading! i really enjoyed writing this <3

#caratwritersclub #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #lee jihoon x reader #woozi #lee jihoon #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #bee.pollen #fic.

[smallgodseries]

[image description: A handsome green-eyed man with a well groomed black mustache. He wears classic western togs, A dark violet jacket, a blue vest, a nice green shirt, and a red tie with a pearl-topped stickpen. His head is round, and he's a ripe rich berry color. The background is bright green foliage. Text reads, “19, Gay Lussacia, the small god of HUCKLEBERRIES”]

This isn’t what he expected his life to look like, but he’s not complaining.

Harvest gods are quite literally a dime a dozen, or a dollar for a bushel, and as a god of bilberries, Gay had never aspired to much beyond a place at the farmer’s market, a warm spot of sun, and maybe occasionally being part of the kind of pie that inspired someone to moan his name in between bites of flaky crust and vanilla ice cream.  He was comfortable with his lot in divinity.  He was content. He was never going to be important or essential, but he was going to grow in his own small way, and that would be enough.

That would have to be enough.  Those who reach too far find their boughs broken and their leaves wilted, and he had no desire to lose his growth in such a way.

When European colonists reached North America, they found bushes growing there which fell under Gay’s domain, and called their fruit huckleberries.  Tart and sweet and delicious, they expanded his profile, and filled his pie pans with fresh harvest.  As time passed, he became known more and more by his new name, and less and less by the old.

Well, that was fine.  “Huckleberry” sounded better anyway.  It ran trippingly off the tongue, it tasted sweet against the back of the throat.  And so he was content with what he was and what he had, until the day someone invoked him when what they meant was “I love you.”

It was a sweeter shock than all the sugar in all the pies in all the world.

And it began to happen more and more, people invoking him because they loved, because they wanted, because they needed.  And as this happened enough to be common, his hands spread wide to grant his benedictions, and his blessing.  He is a god of a small and specific love, and he treasures it all the more because it is less common than some other kinds.

Only call upon him, if you need him.  He’ll gladly be your huckleberry.

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[nikethestatue]

Butter My Bread

Elriel Month 2023 (Glances and Touches)

Elain Archeron is cranky and hungry. All she wants is some toast and bread. During Rhysand's birthday celebration, she uses an unexpected utensil to finally get her bread buttered. And then, all hell breaks loose!

No warnings! Just nice clean fun

Elain Archeron did not like chaos.

Not at all. She didn’t like things to be messy. She didn’t like disorganisation. She didn’t like spills, or rips, or dirty dishes. She didn’t like dust, or grime, or water stains. And today, was just of those days.

The kitchen, the larder, the pantry were all a mess—cakes were being baked, crates of fruits and vegetables piled on the floor, berry juice smeared over the counter, and crumbs were on the huntboard. You know what else didn’t help? Cassian. Cassian, sweet and too big, in this space, pawing at food, ‘sampling’ tarts and pies, offering advice that no one needed, dropping things on the floor.

“You are interfering,” Cerridwen told him sternly.

Defensively, he argued, “I am assisting. Not interfering.”

“One man’s ‘assisting’ is another man’s ‘interfering’,” Nuala threw at him. “Do you want to get in trouble with Elain?”

“Petal loves me,” he told her with bold confidence.

“If you eat another of her blackberry tarts, she will cut off your arm,” Cerridwen just shrugged, as she offered the gruesome warning.

“Precisely. She makes them for Azriel,” the latter was whispered in a hushed tone by Nuala.

“Why is he getting blackberry tarts?” Cassian frowned jealously. “I want them too!”

Cerridwen sighed and then murmured in a sing-song tone, “She luuuurvvess him…”

Brows knitted, Cassian stared at her dumbly.

“Who?”

“Elain.”

“Loves who?” he repeated.

The twins rolled their eyes and Cassian roiled his back at them.

“Elain’s got a mate,” Cassian reminded them. “Lucien likes blackberry tarts?”

“Sure,” Nuala sighed dramatically. “She baked them for Lucien,”

Cassian’s eyes jumped between the two sisters and then he announced, “well, since no one here appreciates my input, I guess I will be on my way.

“I hope that you are all cooking Rhys’s favourites!”

“Oh don’t worry. Only the best for the High Lord.”

Just before he left the kitchen, Cassian paused and then turned and asked,

“Wait, are you saying that Elain likes Azriel?”

Cerridwen looked at him and asked, “What would give you that idea?”

He smirked to himself. Yes, exactly!

 *

It was Rhysand’s birthday.

Elain had spent the morning at the market, mostly to avoid listening to her sister getting railed by her mate. It was challenging—living with the two, now three of them. She appreciated the kindness, she loved baby Nyx and tending to him was her joy, but she always felt like an intruder. She was like a fifth leg on a dog—unnecessary, and ungainly.

And things have been even more uncomfortable lately, for a variety of reasons. She felt like she had no privacy, and with Fae’s acute scenting, she spent half of her time dodging her sister and Rhysand, or bathing. And Rhys was still watching her like a hawk, even two years after that Solstice. She’d learned how to navigate his suspicions, how to assuage his worries and how to dodge him, but she also existed in a permanent state of acute anxiety, which just didn’t help at all.

And what’s more, Cassian ate two of the blackberry tarts, and Elain was miffed. Ehhh…She was miffed at many things today, because the day wasn’t going well. She didn’t find fennel at the market, so her idea for a chicken dish with fennel and oranges went straight to Hel, and she was forced to think of something completely different on the spot. Elain liked to plan, so this wasn’t the way she enjoyed doing things.

She passed by the various stalls, the sight of meat and fish making her kind of queasy and the fact that she couldn’t make her chicken dish was making her upset.

“What’s wrong?”

Azriel’s soft, dark, husky voice startled her. How could a man so large, with his massive wings and enormous height, move so silently? How could he navigate among the shoppers and somehow, part them so smoothly, that Elain didn’t notice or sense him until the side of his arm was brushing against her body.

“Nothing,” was all she answered.

A smile touched his lips at her surly attitude and he pressed,

“Can I help?”

“No!”

He smiled again and then took her basket.

“Let me carry this,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong, sunshine?”

Exasperated, she announced aggressively, “they don’t have any of the ingredients I need! I am running behind. I am hungry. Cass ate all the blackberry tarts!”

“What do you want to eat?” he asked at once.

“Nothing,” she said petulantly.

“Elain,” he prodded.

“What?” she snapped. “I don’t want anything from here. It all looks disgusting. I want toast!”

“Alright, let me get you some toast then,” he offered reasonably.

“They don’t have the toast that I want,” she argued, her lip almost wobbling from how upset she was. “I don’t want to do this birthday celebration. I want toast. I want toast with butter.”

He gently took her hand and pulled her alongside him.

“Let me get you some toast, beautiful,” he implored. “I don’t want you to be upset. It’s just bread,”

“It’s not just bread!” she stomped her foot. “I want it with butter. I want bread and butter. And I don’t want to do the birthday celebration. Rhysand doesn’t even like me,”

“That’s not true, sunshine,” Azriel argued gently, herding her away from the meat and the fish stalls. “He likes you very much,”

“No he doesn’t,” she insisted.

“He doesn’t like you with me,” he corrected. “Otherwise, he adores you.”

“So why am I baking him cakes and making him dinner if he is keeping me away from the only thing that I want in my life?”

Azriel’s sharp features softened and he stopped in the middle of the road, and gently brushed his knuckles over her cheek.

“Am I the only thing you want?”

“You know it,” she murmured, kissing the scarred skin of his hand. “The one and only.”

Azriel looked around and his eyes zoomed on the gorgeous display of fish and seafood.

“Why don’t we get a couple of these large salmon—everyone likes salmon, don’t they? Some of these scallops—Rhys’s favourite and then we can send them directly to the River Estate. And I can take you out and get you some toast,”

She considered everything he said, wrinkled her nose at the seafood, and then nodded with approval.

“With butter,” she warned.

“With butter.”

 *

Rhysand observed the gathering in front of him.

He was seated in an armchair, his arm firmly wrapped around his mate’s hip. Feyre, gorgeous in a pale blue gown, with her long hair loose and pinned with two diamond combs, lightly stroked his hand with hers, as she laughed at something with Mor. Mor’s already had a little too much to drink, and they haven’t even had dinner yet. It was something that he and Feyre had discussed before, on many occasions—Mor’s excessive drinking, which slowly, but surely morphed into controlled alcoholism. They’d have to address it with her. Eventually. Today wasn’t the day. Tonight was for celebrations, and not accusations or revelations.

Tonight, he wanted to enjoy being with the people that he loved.

He watched Lucien and Helion from the corner of his eye—their tentative, stilted conversation, as the two of them navigated their new reality. That of a father and son.

Rhysand wasn’t surprised by the fact that the news came as a shock to them both, and they didn’t rush into each other’s embrace letting all the bygones be bygones. It would take time. It was particularly difficult for Lucien, who struggled with being the seventh son of one High Lord, to becoming the heir apparent to another Court. All the while absorbing and dealing with the betrayal of his mother, who’d made choices that affected both him, and Helion. Rhys didn’t know what to think of the Lady’s decisions. He couldn’t judge her, but he also understood Lucien’s anger, for the male suffered for most of his life for sins not of his own making.

Rhys shifted in his seat, glancing at the loud red-headed Queen, who accompanied Lucien. The male had brass balls. He had the audacity to bring his apparent lover to this dinner, knowing fully that his mate would be here as well.

Rhys’s eyes moved on to the said mate—Elain. She sat by her favourite window, on the cushioned window seat, her back straight, her long golden-brown hair loose just like Feyre. There was a frown on Elain’s beautiful face, a sneer that she was attempting to hide, but evidently forgetting that it was there—bracketing her mouth, furrowing her brow. She’s been in a mood lately. He knew that she was avoiding him, and even Feyre. She took Nyxie to his playdates and cared for him when duties called Feyre away, but she preferred to take her meals on her own, or told them that she would be dining in the city. Feyre proposed that maybe Elain had a suitor, though he found the idea preposterous.

Unsurprisingly, Azriel made a quick, but determined stroll towards the object of his obsession. God, the male could never go for an available female! First it was Morrigan, who refused his advances, for whatever unknown reason. Though Rhys suspected that Mor wouldn’t be seen with a bastard born Illyrian, and therefore, cut her losses quickly. And now it was Elain, who had a mate. There were plenty of other—available—females out there, but Azriel insisted on pining for those he couldn’t have.

Whatever. Rhysand gave him an order and that was that. Azriel took an oath and it was his duty to serve his High Lord. Do his High Lord’s bidding. Even if Rhys felt marginally bad for his brother, he also understood that politically, this was wise. Elain was not Azriel’s. She wasn’t meant for him.

He watched Azriel whisper something close to her ear, and then offered her a glass of ice water.

“Are we getting to the table any time this year?!” Cassian groaned loudly and theatrically, not waiting for anyone else, including the High Lord/birthday boy.

“You’d think you haven’t eaten for a week,” Nesta snapped at him. “Wait up and let the others sit.”

Nothing changed between these two. Ever. They bickered and taunted each other, only to fall into some rapturous sexual adventure once they jacked one another up enough to start tearing their clothes off. The pairing was not Rhys’s favourite, but it was better than Elain and Azriel.

“Sorry if I’ve been saving up for this dinner!” Cassian patted his stomach. “I bet petal’s made all kinds of delicious things.”

Elain smiled at him, though it looked more like a scowl, and then got up from her window seat, with Azriel hovering behind her like a shadow.

Rhys wondered if Azriel knew how obvious he was?

But maybe not. Because apparently, Cassian still had no idea that Azriel desired Elain.

It was…messy.

Amren took her seat first, not waiting for anyone else, as if she was the hungriest of them all. Everyone knew that she’d barely eat anything.

At last, everyone was seated behind the lavishly decorated table and Cassian began pouring wine, laughing at something with Mor.

“To another 540 years of bliss, Rhysie!” Cassian raised his glass and wrapped his heavy arm around Rhys’s shoulders. Rhys sighed and whispered, “please don’t remind me…”

“Come on, brother! You are still a spring chicken!”

“Most of the days, I feel like a well-aged rooster that’s being fattened up for the next soup,”

Elain snorted a laugh—the first genuine one that Rhys had observed from her.

Feyre got up and cupped his face in her hands, before pressing her lips softly to his.

“Happy birthday, Rhysand darling.”

“Thank you, my love. And everyone who joined me tonight. You make my life complete.”

“Completely intolerable more like,” Helion joked, raising his glass as well.

“I wasn’t going to say that…but now that you mentioned it,” Rhys smirked and sat back down.

Nuala, Cerridwen and other servants began bringing platters of food out—smoked fish, Azriel’s beloved beet salad, carefully arranged boards of cheeses, cured meats and dried fruit, spicy meatballs that both Nesta and Elain loved, bread and butter.

The conversation fell into the usual back and forth of jokes, jabs, laughter, teasing, and stories.

It was both disturbing and adorable to watch Azriel hover over Elain like a mother hen, offering her this and that, though she only picked at some salad and didn’t lose her scowly expression. Whatever was bothering her, the dinner wasn’t making it much better.

“May I have the bread?” she asked Vassa, who was nearest to the breadbasket. Before Vassa heard her, the bread was snatched away by Helion, and then went over to Feyre.

“May I have the bread please?” Elain requested again, eyeing the basket hungrily.

“Hold on one sec, petal,” Cassian reached across the table, but the corner of his jacket swiped Elain’s silverware off the table and onto the floor.

“Oh fuck!” he cried out, “sorry!”

In the commotion and all the jostling, no one noticed how Elain got up and suddenly, her voice boomed loudly, an angry note to it,

“May I have the gods-damned bread! For fuck’s sake!”

Everything and everyone came to a complete halt. Elain using her voice this loudly was unheard of. Elain cursing and using bad language was shocking.

Azriel stood up abruptly and grabbed the bread, while everyone just stared in confusion.

It was what she did after she got a thick slice of crust bread that really lived on in the family lore.

Without batting an eye, Elain clasped the hilt of Truth Teller which was attached to Azriel’s thigh and pulled it out of the sheath, slamming it into the butter dish and smearing her bread with a heaping mound of butter.

While utensils dropped and clattered on the plates and the table and everyone just stared, mouths gaping, eyes wide, she slumped back down in her chair and bit into the slice with an audible pleasure-filled ‘mmm’.

Elain Archeron just used Truth Teller, with which she killed the King of Hybern, to butter her bread.

Azriel’s only reaction was to ask ‘good?’”

“So good!” she nodded eagerly, chomping the bread down like she hasn’t eaten in a month.

Mor began choking on her salmon loudly, while Helion was slapping her back, everyone was looking around, like lost children, while Azriel tore off another generous slice of bread for Elain, who used Truth Teller to smear butter on it.

“I hope it’s disinfected,” Nesta wrinkled her nose, watching the blade spread soft butter over the bread.

“it’s fine,” Elain waved her hand. Chewing contently, she asked Mor, “are you alright?”

Mor was still gasping for air, with Feyre and Helion hovering over her, and Lucien pouring her a glass of water.

Amren was chuckling.

Rhysand was feeling perplexed. Like something was happening around him, and he didn’t understand what it was. A secret that he was not privy to.

Mor finally caught her breath, panting loudly, her beautiful face red and sweaty. She collapsed back in her chair, watching Elain and Azriel, while Elain was busy with her bread.

“What would you do if I was choking?” Elain suddenly asked with a grin, looking directly at Az.

Azriel almost choked himself on his wine and then said quickly, absently, his eyes on Mor, “Pull back a little…or release your throat,”

“Wha-?” Cassian’s eyes bugged out and the rest of the table turned to the shadowsinger now, staring at him with confusion and incomprehension.

“What are you talking about?” Feyre queried, puzzlement on her lovely, soft face. “You shouldn’t even be touching her throat if she is choking,”

Elain squirmed in her seat, her cheek bright red, and a light sheen of sweat sprung over Azriel’s temples, while Rhys’s eyes became as big as saucers.

“Feyre darling,” he reached out to drag his fingers over Feyre’s cheek. “What Az means to say is,”

“I am having a baby,” Azriel declared loudly, his voice both panicked and excited. His gaze found Elain’s wide, shocked doe eyes and he smiled at her, before saying, “Elain…Elain is having a baby. We are having a baby.”

Complete silence engulfed the air around them. Such deafening silence that everyone’s rapid breaths sounded like gongs. Amren grinned like a fiend. A deep crease originated between Nesta’s eyebrows as she glared at Azriel.

“Wait, what? I am confused,” Cassian broke the silence at last, his head pinging back and forth, seeking answers. “What baby?”

“Azriel!” Rhys rose from his chair, his look both enraged and horrified. “What did you do?!”

“Yes, I’d like to know that as well,” Lucien shrieked from the other side of the table.

Azriel gently placed his large, scarred hand over Elain’s flat belly and said,

“Save it, Rhysand,”

“Wait, I don’t understand,” Cassian repeated helplessly. “Why are you having a babe with Elain? What’s that mean? “It means,” Nesta snapped angrily, “that he impregnated Elain! That’s what it means! He took her dishonourably and,”

“Wait a minute!” Elain slapped her palm over the table, so that the dishes jumped and the glasses clanged, “he did not take me dishonourably!”

“Flower,” Azriel cautioned her gently, trying to pull her back, but she glared at them all and suddenly twisted her finger and showed the crowd a ring that adorned her finger. It was a hefty thing, with a large square sapphire and diamonds around it.

“We are married,” she said softly.

A tense beat of even more shock, more surprise, more of everything fell on the table.

In the doorway, the wraith twins stood silently, both grinning.

A whoop of such utter joy and love tore from Cassian’s lungs, as he tackled both Elain and Azriel in his massive arms, lifting them off the floor that even Rhys stopped in his tracks.

“You got your girl, Az.”

Azriel, looking emotional, nodded, pressing his face into his friend’s neck.

“I got my girl,” he confirmed breathlessly.

Cassian pulled him closer, embracing him tightly.

“The one that’s for you!”

“Yes. My girl. The only one for me.”

“We made it, brother,” Cassian gasped, tears streaming down his sharp cheekbones, as he squeezed Azriel’s face in his hands.

Azriel stepped into his brother embrace, wrapping his arms around the general, and whispered, “We made it, Cass. We really did. And now, I finally have my girl and my babe.”

Elain stood next to them, wiping her own tears, while the two greatest Illyrian warriors wrapped their arms around her, kissing the top of her head together, at once.

“Now, can someone please get my pregnant wife some toast?” Azriel asked, holding her to him, and never letting go.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Cramps and Cuddles

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Jack will do anything for his girlfriend including dealing with her mood swings 🤣😂

Synopsis: Jack is trying to think of anything and everything in order to make you feel better while it's that time of the month

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: an amazing anon 😘

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

It was the middle of July and since it was summer time you and Jack were attached at the hip more so than when the two of you had school with the rest of PG.

Your parents were at work while your older sister Danielle was spending the entire week with her boyfriend in Hawaii.

That left Jack to fend for himself when it came to your mood swings from being on your period.

Those few days were always literal hell and the rest of PG would stay as far away as possible from you.

Even Urban.

But Jack always being concerned about his baby girl would suck it up.

Your period only lasted for three days anyway. 

You were currently laying on Jack's chest in your room as he was massaging your lower stomach in order to help give you some relief.

He put on your favorite Disney movies

He brought you your favorite snacks

He gave you a massage on your lower back

And you still felt like shit

"My boobs are so fucking sore!"

"I can massage those too if you want."

You simply looked up at him and all he did was shrug.

"What?"

"If you so much as look at them, I will bite you."

"What!?! Babe!"

"I'm serious Jackman. And I am so horny like got damn I hate this shit."

"I can take care of that Saturday so just two more days since it usually lasts three."

"Look at my baby paying attention to detail about me."

"Of course I do."

"Hmm, then why did you show up this morning with no doritos!?!?"

"Uhh…."

"Well!?"

"I'll text Urb to bring you some."

"Urban doesn't want to be within 100 feet of me."

"He'll do it for his best friend."

Jack- Urb! Bring my baby some doritos. The spicy nacho kind.

Urb- Fuck no. You on your own my boy. I am NOT coming anywhere near her.

Jack- She’s going to kill me if you don't 😫

Urb- And how did you even forget them!? She got the same routine every month. One she wants to kill us and two wants her snacks and three wants cuddles from her boyfriend. The shit is not hard!

Jack- She'll beat the shit outta me if I move. She's laying on me now.

Urb- Give me 20 minutes 🙄

"He's coming mamas."

"That's surprising."

"You need to eat fruit too. You have been eating literal shit all day."

"No I haven't! And ew I don't want any!"

"Let's pull receipts shall we? Tasty Cake krimpets, gummy bears, oatmeal cream pies, frozen yogurt, a huge ass slice of chocolate cake and six donuts."

"What's your point?"

"Baby! You cannot do that!"

"I can do what I want, Jackman!"

"You are to stay here and I'm getting you some fruit."

"Just because you get it doesn't mean I have to eat it." You said while crossing your arms and pouting since Jack moved you from his embrace.

"Y/N!"

"What? What I do?"

"Like I said I'll be back."

Jack went downstairs into the kitchen to see what he could find for you to snack on when he got the bright idea of texting his mom for help.

Jack- HELPPPPP

Maggie- What's wrong?!

Jack- Y/N is on her period and she's miserable. Idk what to do to help her. I'm just over here trying not to be killed.

Maggie- Awww! So get her healthy snacks, nothing extremely sweet or extremely salty, get her a heating pad for her back and lower stomach, and get her Midol to help with her cramps. Tell her I hope she feels better. 

Jack- If you don't hear from me, I've crossed over to the other side

Maggie- Go do what I told you and stop being so dramatic 🙄 

Jack- Yes ma'am 

Jack found some cherries in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator which he knew was your favorite fruit (that video still has me in SHAMBLES).

He also found grapes, he made you celery with peanut butter on top, and got you some popcorn which was lightly salted so you had options to choose from.

He texted Urban to get the medicine for you too along with some dark chocolate.

He had read somewhere that it could help and at this point he was willing to try anything.

Just then there was a knock on the door and he assumed it was Urban.

He opened the door to see him and he simply handed him the bag.

"JACKKKKK!"

"Andddd that's my cue to leave. Good luck."  Urban said before turning around and heading towards his car.

"So, you just about to let me get killed!?!"

"Shit, hell yeah better you than me."

Jack immediately rolled his eyes before closing the door and bringing everything upstairs to your room with him. 

He walked back in to see you sprawled out on the bed and watching Beauty and the Beast.

"Here mamas, sit up."

You did as you were told and he simply handed you the plate with your snacks on it and the bag of popcorn.

"Jackkkkkk, I don't want fruit!"

"Baby! Eat it! Super salty and super sweet foods only make your cramps worse. And Urb got you some medicine, here." 

You also saw how there were doritos in the bag and quickly tried to grab them, but Jack smacked your hand away.

"Y/N! No!"

"Fine." You muttered defeated as Jack plugged in the heating pad and set it on your stomach as you were munching.

He also handed you a bottle of water which made you turn up your nose.

"Drink it, mamas."

"You are literally the best boyfriend but you get on my nerves."

"I'm going to ignore that last part because I know that's your period talking." 

You had finally finished your food and you went right back to laying on Jack and he cuddled you closer to him while kissing your forehead.

"Here babe. I got dark chocolate for you too. I read somewhere that it helps." 

You looked at Jack after looking down at the candy and simply smirked.

"You should know better than that."

"Huh?"

"I want the white chocolate that is your dick. Take your shorts off."

"BABY!"

"What!?! Think of it as a thank you for all you did for me today. Let me suck your dick." 

"But…."

"Like you said, I'll get mine on Saturday. Take them off NOW."

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[amenders93]

Welcome to Chicken Island

Sorry for the long wait for another one of my Chicken Run posts, but at least late is better than never. Now that Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget has been streaming on Netflix for the last few weeks, I hope my next few posts of this franchise doesn't include too many spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen this wonderful sequel yet.

Anyway let's start at the beginning, when we hear our charming rooster voicing to us the memories of the first film in the form of what seems like a bedtime story. At first you might think he's talking to the audience watching the memories as the story is told. In his exact words, it goes like this:

"There was this farmer, see? And she absolutely hated chickens. Kept them locked up like prisoners. I guess you could say she had a real "axe" to grind. Got herself a machine that turned chickens into pies. But what she didn't plan on was going toe to toe with a certain freedom-fighting chick. She was fierce, fearless, and wanted one thing and one thing only - freedom. She pulled us all together and gave us the wings to fly right out of that hen-hole. She got every chicken out of there. And got rid of that wicked farmer to boot."

But later, after we see the newspaper article about the Tweedy farm explosion, we learn just who Rocky is really telling the story to. And among other things, we also learn a few other things about Rocky and Ginger after their past experiences. Those discoveries make themselves known as soon as Ginger asks the rooster if bedtime stories might be a bit premature at the moment. Rocky retaliates by saying that no one's never too young to learn where they came from. They both happily look at who, or what, Rocky was telling the story to - a precious egg laying in a cozy nest.

Yes, it's true. Rocky and Ginger are not boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. Now our beautiful feathered couple are happily married as husband and wife AND they're expecting a baby 🐓💍🐔. At this point, there's no telling when the egg will hatch but we do know it's going to happen any day now and soon, Rocky and Ginger will also be parents 🥚.

Ginger then heads outside their house with Rocky following right behind her. She tells her husband that their days in the past are over and they've got their happy ending. In fact, they're living in it. Our happily married couple then gaze out into the horizon looking at the tranquil village that all the free chickens have built over the last few years since their daring and risky escape from Tweedy's Farm. Much like a king and queen surveying their kingdom since Ginger is the leading hen and with Rocky as her forever mate now, he is the leading rooster as well.

As we look around the village, we see that all the chickens have built their own comfortable homes, much better compared to the huts they used to live in. Life on the island is good as it can be, especially for a few other chicken friends of ours. Bunty grows all the fruits and vegetables they could eat, much better than the chicken feed they used to eat. Mac's inventions made their lives much easier. Fowler is pretty much enjoying his retirement from being the leading rooster but still likes to talk about his days in the RAF. Babs continues to knit as she always does. As for the other hens, they pretty much do their own thing enjoying their freedom, not having a single worry in the world. Hard to believe that this opening scene in the village took about six months to make.

In fact, their new life is so perfect that Ginger believes that now is time to put the past behind them. Confused, Rocky questions his wife about this and she refers to the one wall in their house covered in pictures and newspaper clippings - most about the legendary explosion at Tweedy's Farm and one about Rocky's escape from the circus along with his old poster. Our couple head back inside looking at that very wall. Rocky indignantly reminds Ginger that these memories are their glory days and it's how they are. Our lovely hen scoffs at this, stating that it's who they were. Holding onto her husband's arm, she reminds him that they went through that dreadful past so their baby doesn't have to.

Rocky thinks about this for a moment. Our handsome rooster then admits to his wife that she's right. He then goes over to the wall and rips off his old circus poster; he would clear the rest of it later. At this point, both husband and wife agree that from now on, their only mission is to keep their baby safe. Our two married chickens gaze lovingly at their precious egg still laying in its nest, wondering when it's going to hatch. Though they won't have to wait much longer 😉.

#chicken run #chicken run 2 #chicken run dawn of the nugget #dawn of the nugget #chicken run 2 spoilers #ginger and rocky #rocky and ginger #rocky #ginger

[delopsia]

del 🌼🍰🩷🌷💓 (i’ll let you decide if you’d like to include why or any headcanon-y tidbits that pop into your lovely noggin) 💐 but if you had to assign one for each man (hawthorn au rhett & robby)…

hotdog / hamburger 

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast)

onion rings / french fries

milkshake / soda float 

autumn / spring

cake / pie

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat (cowboy or ballcap)

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat

cats / dogs

most likely to text / most likely to call

(in the event of needing only one vehicle) who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun

big spoon / little spoon

Omg hello 🌷🍓💕

hotdog / hamburger Bobby is absolutely a hotdog kind of guy; he's the primary reason they appear at every Dagger Cookout. He can find Hamburgers near every fast food chain, so when he gets the chance, he'll absolutely go for a hotdog, but that's only if they're pan-fried or off the grill. They've gotta be a little bit charred.

Rhett loves to give him trouble for the amount of toppings he'll put on them, too. It's a remnant from when he was in college; his momma got him one of those indoor grills, and the only thing he could really afford to grill was hotdogs. At some point, he got bored of the flavor and learned to experiment 🌭

Rhett is the hamburger guy; it's just something he's learned to appreciate after a lifetime of raising beef cattle. He's pretty damn good at finding the good stuff, too, and fortunately enough, he's decently handy at operating a grill. It's the one thing he can cook, and he's damn proud of it.

pancakes / waffles (or a secret third thing, french toast) Rhett's heavily on the side of waffles; he likes that they're crispier than pancakes. Sometimes, he'll add chocolate chips or eat 'em plain without syrup; it depends on what he's craving.

Bob though? Die-hard french toast lover. Especially when he can add berries to them. Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, together or individually. He'll even add some banana every now and then. Momma Floyd used to make them every Saturday morning, and they never fail to take him right back to his childhood.

Until Rhett drives by and steals a bite, at least.

onion rings / french fries A part of me likes to reckon that Rhett was the french fry lover until Bob finally convinced him to give them a second try. Come to find out, not every onion ring tastes like the vile ones he got from that Wabang gas station. Now you've got to beat him back with a broom to keep him from stealing one or three.

milkshake / soda float  Bobby adores his milkshakes, especially if there's a cherry involved 🤍 but he's been known to lean over and steal some of Rhett's beloved rootbeer float every now and again.

autumn / spring Rhett's an autumn soul. It's the prime season of his favorite sport, that time of year when his flannel and jeans aren't too hot or too cold. He's been known to come in with a leaf clinging to the brim of his hat as well 🍁

Bobby is spring. His allergies absolutely hate the season to its core, but he loves to venture out and see all the new flowers. You've gotta be careful with him because he'll go out and buy a bunch of flowers to plant in the garden, and he'll be sick before he's even got them out of the truck 🌷

cake / pie Pie and cake is a funny thing in this house. Rhett adores ice cream cake, but if it's not that, then he'll tell you that he likes pie (it's because Bobby makes them). Robby enjoys both, but he leans toward fruit-flavored pies. Now if you pull out a cake with fruit in/on it...

usually in a hat / almost never in a hat. Rhett has to be pried out of his hat; it's a little bit ridiculous. He's so used to needing one around the ranch that he just? Doesn't? Know how to act without one? He feels naked if he steps outside without one. And then there are the days when he's so tired that he walks into the house and forgets to take it off...

Bob isn't a fan of wearing them because they tend to mess up his hair, but sometimes Rhett will notice him squinting in the sunlight and offers up a spare. However, he isn't above stealing Rhett's cowboy hat in the privacy of their own home. Sometimes, Rhett will be sitting on the couch, and he'll see his own hat pass by in the corner of his eye.

chocolate flavored treat / fruit flavored treat Fruit and Bobby go together way too well; if the name mentions fruit, then he's more than likely gonna reach for it. Rhett? Cannot be separated from chocolate. Cheap, expensive, obscure, it doesn't matter. Their tastes collide for chocolate covered fruits 🍓

cats / dogs Cats are universally loved, but Bob is the true cat guy. He can walk into a room, and every cat in the vicinity will wind up in his lap. Likewise, Rhett can take a nap in the barn and more often than not, wakes up to a barn kitty on his chest. But he's truly a dog person; he's found half a dozen strays and converted them to ranch puppies.

most likely to text / most likely to call Bob is the texter. He's not all that great at filling the silence during phone calls. He just can't think of anything to say, you know? Unfortunately for him, Rhett has big thumbs and sometimes struggles to type on that tiny little screen, so he just calls without warning.

who’s driving / who’s riding shotgun Rhett loves to be the driver, given that he's in a semi-rural area/not in a city. The winding roads unravel all the worries that have collected up in his head. Robby loves riding shotgun; getting to lay back and gaze out the window is one of his favorite parts of being in the truck. There are so many things you don't notice when you're doing the driving! But he will get motion-sick if you put him in the backseat, so his riding options are somewhat limited.

big spoon / little spoon Big spoon Bobby! It's his favorite thing. He doesn't get to feel "big" a lot in his life, he's never been noticeably muscular or had a presence that fills the room before he enters. In fact, he didn't experience it a whole lot until Rhett and Reader wandered into his life.

He's obsessed with the feeling it gives him, like a pillar in the wind, warding off anything that could ever hurt whoever is snuggled into his arms. Rhett, in particular, triggers a sort of protectiveness Bob didn't realize he had. This massive, tough-as-nails cowboy trusts him this much? Ugh.

Likewise, Rhett adores being able to exchange his strength for vulnerability. It's nice to feel protected, especially when he's spent so much of his life being the protector. He's funny when he gets to fall into that role because he loves to snuggle his head over Bob/Reader's chin. He can and will fall asleep like that. Rough and tumble cowboy by day and oversized cuddle bug by night?

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[riversofmars]

So, for a 4th (!!!) year in a row, I've done a 25 part Christmas story for the festive season - a DW advent calendar of sorts! This year, we're going to Scandinavia for lots of snow, Northern Lights, and to solve a Christmas mystery involving Santa Claus; and to have yet another Stranded fix-it. Also, inspired by far too many cozy Christmas reels... XD

I won't be cross-posting the chapters so please follow the link to AO3 for everything that follows. This is the first part, hope you enjoy it and have a lovely festive season! <3

Do They Know It's Christmas - Part 1

Helen swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, wiping away a thin film of sweat that had gathered there through the morning’s surprisingly strenuous activities. A light dusting of flour rained down into her face and all in all, she decided the gesture had been more trouble than worth - fine crumbs of dough ended up in her hair.

“For goodness sake-” she shook her head, hoping to free herself from the unwanted pastry, taking a step away from the work surface in the TARDIS kitchen. When she had woken with the urge to bake it had been a romantic, peaceful notion, far removed from the reality she found herself in. She should have stayed in bed, she decided, though it was too late to turn back now. Abandoning the dough, she brushed her hands clean on the apron she was wearing. The TARDIS had been kind enough to provide her with everything she could possibly need, and she resolved to at least sweep up by the end of it as she expected the ship would be rather annoyed if she left the traces of her misadventures everywhere.

Picking up her tea that was lukewarm at best by this point, she scowled at the offending mass of flour, butter, egg and sugar, wondering where she was going wrong. It just kept sticking to her fingers. Her grandma had always made it look so easy…

“Something smells delicious!” Liv’s voice startled her and Helen nearly dropped her tea. Looking around, she spotted her best friend walking into the kitchen, a big smile plastered across her face and instantly, the linguist’s annoyance was wiped away. The med-tech had a way of brightening every room she walked into with that wonderful smile of hers that she employed far too sparingly. There was little that warmed Helen’s heart as much as knowing herself to be the cause of that smile.

“That’d be the mincemeat,” she answered with a little sigh, gesturing toward the bowl of filling she had pushed to the far side of the work surface. That bit had been surprisingly easy, and it did fill the room with a lovely smell of cinnamon and fruit.

“What?” Liv blinked, dumbfounded for a moment. She looked to the bowl, then to Helen and finally around the kitchen. “I thought you’re baking?” It was one of those rare but precious moments when the med-tech’s lack of knowledge where Earth traditions were concerned became obvious, and it filled the linguist’s heart to the brim with affection for her - as if that wasn’t already the case anyway.

“Oh, that’s what you call the filling for these. It’s not actually meat,” she answered with a good-natured chuckle, and the brunette didn’t seem quite convinced.

“Right…” she took a step closer, shooting her another doubtful look and a smirk drew to Helen’s lips. Opportunities to tease her best friends were always welcome.

“I would have thought you’d be getting used to Christmas by now,” she challenged, raising her eyebrows and the penny appeared to drop.

“Oh, are they meant to be those little pies with fruit filling?” Liv exclaimed, her confusion giving way to excitement.

“Yes!” the blonde grinned, returning to the dough on the worktop. She had to get on with it, else she’d be there all day. She probably just needed to use a bit more flour so it stopped sticking.

“Right, okay!” Liv beamed and quickly made her way over as well. She stepped up next to her, grabbing hold of the work top as she glanced over, and Helen felt a need to justify herself.

“Doesn’t look like much yet, have yet to get the pastry right,” she explained, adding a generous handful of flour to the mix and started to knead it once more.

“Can I help?” the med-tech asked, looking up to her and Helen could hardly suppress a laugh, lovely as her offer was.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea with your track record?” she teased, pleased to find the dough was approaching the right consistency now. Maybe it was Liv’s mere presence that was making the difference, much as it always did.

“Probably not…” the brunette’s face fell with disappointment and for a moment, Helen felt bad. It was lovely of her to offer and a brief vision overcame her, the idea of showing her how to go about kneading the dough, possibly standing behind her, placing her hands across hers and guiding them. She fought the thought back into submission, interrupted when her friend suggested: “But I could make you another cup of tea?” she offered hopefully. “And keep you company?”

And that was all Helen ever wanted, to have her with her, always.

“That sounds lovely” she smiled, trying her best not to let her affection for her overwhelm her. It simply wouldn’t do. At least, she didn’t think it would, but then, there were moments, something in the way her friend looked at her that made her wonder, made her wish, made her hope… Maybe, despite all the timing malfunctions they had suffered along the way, there was hope for them still.

“Not entirely altruistic…” Liv hummed as she set about making tea. “Can’t wait to try these.” She watched intently as Helen pushed the pastry into the muffin tin and started filling the small pies. “Any particular reason why you’re making these today?”

“Not really… just woke up in a Christmassy mood, I suppose,” the linguist answered offhandedly. There really had been no particular rhyme or reason behind it, but the thought hadn’t left her since she had woken that morning and was, perhaps, helped along a little by the knowledge that Liv loved Christmas foods - even if the festivities themselves still appeared rather alien to her. If she was being perfectly honest, there was very little she did without her best friend in mind.

“I mean… it sort of works out…” the brunette mused while Helen pushed the first tray into the oven. “Probably been about a year since our Christmas in Baker Street?”

Helen tensed up. Still, all this time later, the linguist didn’t particularly like being reminded of the time they had been stranded in London. It had been a difficult time, for her more so than most. Liv, at least, had had other distractions…

“I suppose so, yeah…” she gave back without looking at her, busying herself with the second tray of pies. She knew, if she did, her best friend would likely be able to see what remained of her heartbreak in her eyes. The carefree joy she’d felt moments ago was wiped away in a disorienting, painful blow.

“And we’ve hardly stopped since I’ve been back…” Liv added cautiously, seemingly sensing the melancholy mood that immediately spread through the kitchen. It was impossible to deny the effects their stint in the 21st century had left on them - and even more so the fact that Liv had had to go back… At least for a time.

“You know… I hardly noticed you going…” Helen replied, trying her best to sound ambivalent when she’d been far from that. It hadn’t been the first time that Liv had spent time away from the TARDIS and they had gone about it the same way as they had done when she had stayed on Kaldor for a year. They had returned her to 21st century London, mere minutes after they had left there, and picked her up a year later, though under far more difficult, involuntary circumstances. Kaldor had been a joy, London however…

“I know but…” the med-tech huffed, leaning against the kitchen side. “I did…” She took a deep breath, then cast her eyes over to the blonde. “And I didn’t want to go.” She spoke the words with vulnerability that made Helen’s heart ache. For her and the Doctor, it had been only minutes, while Liv had had to live a full year there - and Helen still felt the effects from it.

“I know…” she nodded, cursing the circumstances that had brought them there. They’d only had themselves to blame: They shouldn’t have had sneak-peek at their future, even if it hadn't been intentional, but the temptation had been too great. Reading one's future meant setting it in stone - things would have to happen the way they’d been recorded - and to find out Liv spent 2021 in London - without Helen and the Doctor - had been a painful, disorienting realistion.

They had talked about it at length, and the Doctor had been ever so apologetic about not being able to change things. Even he couldn’t undo something that had already happened where history was concerned. Time worked in mysterious ways, and when you caught a glimpse of the future, no matter how unfortunate, how involuntary, there was no way of avoiding it - better to get it over with.

Even now, a good few months later, they were none the wiser why Liv had had to return to that time after choosing to continue her travels with the Doctor without regrets. She had made her peace with Tania and that had been that but then…

Helen didn’t know the details of what Liv had experienced in that year away from them, she didn’t like to talk about it and the linguist didn’t like asking. Even knowing that Liv couldn’t have waited to come back to them didn’t quite take away from the pang of jealousy that she felt every time she thought about it.

“I spent that Christmas just… waiting…” the brunette carried on, her voice painfully wistful, and Helen couldn’t bear to think about it any longer.

“Well… you’re back now…” she interjected and forced a smile, looking around to her. Even though she had only been without her best friend for minutes, their relationship had been changed by it, simply through the act of leaving and the knowledge that she’d had a year’s worth of experiences without her. It had been strange at first, creating a painful distance, much like what Helen had felt during their stay in London, but slowly, they were getting back to normal and she hoped they could continue as they were.

“I am…” Liv confirmed and she gave an emotional smile that went some way to dispersing the tension. As the lovely warm smell of Christmas baking started spreading through the kitchen, a thought occurred to Helen. Something that could, potentially, help them regain what had been taken from them over through no real fault of their own.

“Maybe we could… ask the Doctor for a Christmas,” she suggested cautiously, wondering if she could, somehow, make up for the Christmasses her friend had had in London - and not just the one she’d had by herself. Maybe, they could be replaced by new memories.

#doctor who #fanfiction #liv chenka #helen sinclair #eighth doctor #femslash #big finish #liv x helen #christmas #advent calendar #christmas fluff #slow burn #fix it

[ladytesla]

The Great Faerun Baking Show (part five)

Hello people. I cannot be stopped. Do you know how long I spent making up and looking up weird desserts? Do you have any idea how hard I tried to come up with a baking-related pun using the word 'Menzobarranzan'? I have a Problem.

(I failed thinking of a pun, by the way. Feel free to comment whatever you come up with and then I'll kick myself for not being as clever as you)

For those of you who are just stopping by, I had a horrible idea a while ago and this is the result. I have no idea what's going to happen or who's going to win. I’m just going to roll a D20 ‘bake check’ for everyone and write out the results, including what everyone rolled so y’all know I’m not cheating just so my druid boyfriend can win.  The person with the lowest total score (out of a possible score of 60) goes home.

We've got the main 6 companions, Jaheira, Halsin, Minsc (and Boo), Minthara, Dammon, and my tav Medora (who y'all can just pretend is Alfira if you don't want someone else's tav in the story, since they're both female bards)

Week One, Cake Week: Star baker was Karlach, Minthara went home

Week Two, Biscuit Week: Star baker was Halsin, Shadowheart went home

Week Three, Bread Week: Star baker was Wyll, Jaheira went home

Week Four, Pies and Tarts Week: Star baker was Wyll, Minsc went home

Week Four: Underdark Week, or "Just Like Lolth Used to Make"

Signature: Sussur loaf

This cake uses sussur fruit instead of eggs, which provides a unique gelatinous quality. They also glow in the dark, which of course they do.

Astarion: Blackberry and vanilla sussur loaf. He got the proportions wrong, and after upending his pan onto his serving dish the sussur loaf oozed out in a puddle. The flavor was nice, but the presentation was horrible.

Dammon: Peach lemonade sussur loaf. Part of the loaf stuck to the pan, but he did his best to decorate it with leftover sussur fruit to hide it. The dark silhouettes on the glowing cake disrupted the traditional clean look, but there was nothing to complain about regarding the flavor.

Gale: Pandan and star anise sussur loaf. The star anise flavor was a bit too strong and the loaf was underbaked, but overall he received positive comments from the judges.

Halsin: Honey and lavender sussur loaf. The alien-looking cake and the homey flavors made a wonderful contrast, and it was baked almost perfectly.

Karlach: Gin and tonic sussur loaf. While her loaf was in the oven she passed around measuring cups of booze for the other bakers, the hosts, the camera crew... Things came out quite nicely, but the taste was ALMOST too boozy.

Lae'zel: Ginger and passionfruit sussur loaf. A nearly-flawless bake that came almost perfectly out of the pan. She expected no less, of course.

Medora: Rose and orange blossom sussur loaf. The floral flavors and the glow of the cake made her dessert look ethereal. She went a bit too heavy-handed with the rose, however.

Wyll: Lemon and thyme sussur loaf. The Blade isn't familiar with the Underdark, and it showed, unfortunately. The loaf was very overbaked, which dims the signature glow, and the thyme was overwhelmed by the lemon.

Technical: Menzobarranzan Tavuk Göğsü

This seemingly inocuous custard-based dessert contains a secret ingredient: shredded bulette meat. You apparently can't taste it if you prepare it correctly, and it provides a more robust texture to the dessert.

From worst to best:

8. Medora

7. Astarion

6. Gale

5. Halsin

4. Karlach

3. Dammon

2. Wyll

Lae'zel

Showstopper: Myconid Cake

What better way to showcase the natural beauty of the underdark than to bake a tribute to those weird and wonderful mushroom people? Cakes must have two tiers and beautifully decorated.

Astarion: Tiramisu cake. The soaking syrup he put on the layers made the cake too wet, but the flavors were well balanced. He wasn't able to make as many decorations as he liked, but the ones he managed to create were nice.

Dammon: Earl Grey cake with raspberries. And with enough myconid-like decorations that it looked like a cavern in the Underdark. Nearly flawless.

Gale: Triple chocolate cake. Had a very ambitious idea to do three tiers, each with a different flavor batter, different filling... and time got away from him. His presentation was very sloppy, and as he frosted the cakes while they were still hot due to the time constraints, the frosting melted right off.

Halsin: Orange and thyme cake. A unique combination of sweet and savory, again using herbs he foraged himself. His decorations were incredibly detailed, and the cakes themselves had a very delicate texture.

Karlach: Carrot cake. Carrots are roots. Roots grow in the ground. Mushrooms grow in the ground. It works. Unfortunately carrot cake takes quite a long time to bake properly, and hers were still nearly liquid on the inside when she took them out of the oven. She salvaged what she could, but gave up on trying to make things pretty with two minutes left on the clock, and went to find the last of the gin and tonic from the signature round.

Lae'zel: Lemon elderflower cake. The lemon overpowered the elderflower and the cake was slightly overbaked, but her militant attention to detail made the rock candy decorations incredibly precise.

Medora: Mojito cake. It was far too boozy and the presentation was definitely lacking, but at least the cakes were baked properly.

Wyll: Strawberries and champagne cake. Apparently it's Boozy Bakes club this week, and he was a card-carrying member. A surprisingly delicate flavor, and beautifully balanced with the strawberries.

The Results:

Our star baker this week with a total of 52/60 is Lae'zel!

And with a score of 24/60, Astarion is leaving the tent today.

So I hope y'all are okay with me taking some creative liberties with the bakes today. Suspend your disbelief. Except for the Tavuk Göğsü which is a real traditional Turkish dessert that honestly sounds super interesting to me. How can you put chicken in a dessert and not taste it. I gotta know.

Feel free to play along in the comments! How would your tav or favorite npc compare?

Omg we're halfway through! We've got dessert week next.

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[ahundredtimesover]

Ahhh mimi the image of cute little sena trying to charm her appa to let her eat dessert is just too cute to handle 😍 jin would try to be stern saying she had to eat her meals first but he just can't deny his princess 🥰🥰 imagine her cute voice saying "appa pweaaase??" acting all cute, He would be putty in no time 😂

The Light of Dead Stars Masterlist

“Appa, I’m hungwee.”

Jin places the lid back on the boiling pot as he waits for the ribs to soften and looks down at the little girl who’s tugging on his shirt, asking for attention. She has her signature pout on, the one she’s learned to master because, well, like you told him once, Sena’s got him wrapped around her little fingers and she eventually figured that out.

“Dinner isn’t ready yet, Princess,” he says, kneeling down. “We have to wait for a little while, okay?”

“But I’m hungwee. And I want cupcake.”

“Princess, that’s for dessert,” he shakes his head. “Didn’t appa say that dessert comes after dinner?”

“Appa also said that when I’m hungwee, I should eat.”

Sena’s pout intensifies, and if it wasn’t for her adorable cheeks that gets poofy when she does this and the adorable way that she can’t say her Rs, Jin would giggle and kiss her nonstop and tickle her to get back at her for being too smart for her own good. But this is his kid, the one he made with you, and she’s bound to be a little stubborn, fierce, and incredibly charming while trying to get her way. Just like you.

“There are tangerines here that you can munch on,” he bargains. “Uncle Yoongi got them for you.”

He takes the fruit from the bowl and starts peeling them. He stops, though, when he sees his daughter’s unchanged reaction.

“But I want cupcake. Pwease, appa? Just a small one.”

“Sena,” he says, only ever calling her by her name when he’s trying to be stern. He tries his hardest to keep a calm face whenever he does this because at any second, he knows he’ll easily give in. “We always eat dessert after dinner, okay? Can you listen to appa this once?”

She doesn’t answer, but she does harden her pout one last time and then turns around to walk away, exaggerating her steps and causing her tiny pigtails to bounce with her.

“Ooh, you’ve angered the queen,” you tease, nudging your husband by the hip. “Good luck with appeasing her later on.”

“No thanks to you,” Jin frowns. “Why didn’t you back me up?”

“Because I already said no to her yesterday when she asked for another toy,” you say. “And I would’ve been on her side. So what if she eats a cupcake before dinner? It’s still food.”

“It’s sweets! Eating it before a proper meal is not a good habit to have!”

“I always got cookies and pies before dinner behind my parents’ backs. I’m not diabetic or anything.”

“Well, I always followed my parents’ rules and we don’t want her to be breaking our rules, do we?” Jin argues.

“Not if they’re silly rules,” you counter. “It’s literally a tiny piece of cupcake, love. Something you made that she enjoys. It won’t hurt her.”

Jin massages his temples. Between the both of you, he’s the one constantly freaking out. You’re so good with her, she follows what you say, and she never seems to ever get upset with you. But like you’ve told him, his relationship with Sena is special - full of silly arguments with tons and tons of hugs and kisses. This is just one of those things that’s gonna be so natural and every bit a part of their incredibly adorable relationship because you’re right - he won’t really be able to say no.

“She hates me,” he pouts now.

“No, she doesn’t. The ribs won’t be ready in another 15 minutes. Go and make it up to her,” you order him, passing him the mini cupcake that he baked because it’s currently her favorite thing to it.

Jin takes it and goes to the living room, trying to see if she went there or to her playroom.

“Princess,” he calls out. “Where are you? I got you something.”

“I’m hiding!” Sena yells to his amusement, now knowing exactly where she is.

He peeks inside the little tent that’s next to the couch. “Hey, Princess. I’m sorry I didn’t give your cupcake. Do you like it a lot?”

She nods, pouty lips and all. “It’s very yummy.”

“If I give you one now, do you promise to finish your dinner later?”

“Yes, appa,” she looks up now, her eyes getting a little brighter.

“Okay. Here you go,” he says, passing the unicorn cupcake to her inside the tent.

The smile she gives turns him into a puddle.

“Thank you!” She squeals, hugging him before she takes the sweets from his hand then proceeds to eat it.

It takes her 4 little bites to finish it, all the while smiling giddily.

“Did you like it?” He asks, wiping the icing off her lips.

“Yes!” She says, kissing his cheek. “I love you, appa!”

The way she looks at him is truly one of those things he treasures the most. It’s no surprise that this is one of his weaknesses. It’s also what prompts him to say, “do you want another one?”

It’s something that she obviously doesn’t pass up on.

#extras:tlods

[rianafying]

i’m sitting on the 51st floor of my friend’s apartment building, it’s a lounge area that looks over melbourne cbd and it is gorgeous, but the lights in this room are blinding. i’ve had a really long day and i’ll probably have an even longer one tomorrow but i don’t wanna leave this building. i feel safe here. i don’t wanna go back home. home is representative of my source of anxiety. home is messy and dirty. home is where the tasks await me. and i just can’t. so with my 48% battery on my phone, i will stay here for as long as i can. it’s already 10:31 pm. but it’s okay my house is a 5 minute walk away. i feel incredibly lonely tonight, like i’ve been craving some sort of romance. and ( very embarrassing ) physical touch. especially when i see or hear about other people in love, it makes me feel so alone. but this is not the time for me to date anyone. and i don’t really like the people i know. i have a therapy session booked for day after tomorrow, basically the day after this assignment is due. so hopefully my brain will be a little clearer by then.

i feel really sleepy and tired even though i overslept the last two days. it’s just that time of the month. pms and psoriasis. causing fatigue. i chopped off a lot of my hair today. didn’t really think it through but it’s fine. idrc. same when i dyed it black. i just do things and it doesn’t matter. it’s just hair.

my friend is really lucky she gets to live in this building. it’s quite a lot more expensive than my apartment. the one i live in is already too expensive for me but somehow i’m managing.

i sat super still for an hour so the motion detector wouldn’t catch me and the lights dimmed down and i stayed by the window for 2 more hours. i really didn’t wanna come back home but i was hungry so i did.

i had one of those chicken curry pies from woolies, i only bought them because they were on sale but damn they are so good, but normally they’re priced at 8$ for 2 pies which is out of my budget :((. but it’s okay i can make my own and freeze them.

2.75+4 + ingredients i already have i can make like a whole bunch of curry chicken pies. but it might not be as good as the store bought ones cause my little toaster that i use as a makeshift oven kind of sucks.

im still hungry, the little pie did not fill me up enough, which makes sense because i only had two tiny pieces of sushi in the last 30 hours. i’m craving another pie but i don’t have any. also something about having food with mayo makes me feel gross and oily. like it’s all over my face. i can’t stand it anymore. i’m so tired. i know ill be getting my periods soon because i have been getting cramps all day.

i finally found the time to open the bag of stuff my uncle dropped off because they’re moving and they no longer need em. there’s a whole bunch of sauces and spices in there. i wonder if my cousin bought these cause these are good ingredients. i’m kinda hungry but there’s nothing to cook at home. there’s pasta but it’s not gonna be substantial enough. i’ve been wanting to buy some parmesan for the longest time but it’s so expensive, and i go through it pretty fast because it’s too good not to. i also kind of like goat cheese, not really in pasta more with like fruit on toast. there’s a thing of frozen shrimp in my fridge afaik, but it’s stuck solid in with the ice layer in my fridge and i wrestled with it but i couldn’t get it out. i’ll just dump it out when i clean my fridge and let everything thaw. it will be okay. it was old anyway.

i’m just so hungry. but i’m just too lazy to make anything or get creative, or eat something i cooked. i wish there was like a sandwich or something i could eat rn. well there’s rice, surumi, wasabi, soy sauce, sriracha, mayo, chilli oil, carrots, and nori. but i just wish i had some cucumber. i’ll go buy some tomorrow along w some cooked shrimp. maybe the frozen cutlets. i kind of miss them.

#personal #journal entry

[gemsofgreece]

Hello! I hope you’re well 🌻 I have a question. I would dearly love to visit Greece someday, but unfortunately I have a lot of food sensitivities (to gluten, dairy, and nuts) and I was wondering, if I was in a big city like Athens, how possible it would be to find accommodations for those sensitivities? Maybe? Not at all?

Thank you so much!

🌼 Hello! 🌼

No need to worry, you won’t have a problem in Athens! I believe you wouldn’t need to worry much in any of the 5 - 7 largest cities in Greece and the 3-5 most cosmopolitan islands.

🍧The nuts are the easiest one to avoid as the overwhelming majority of savoury Greek food doesn’t include nuts. However, nuts are an integral part in traditional Greek pastry making and there unfortunately you will have to keep your distances. However, you will find places in the big cities with gluten free and vegan pastries, even if they are not the most traditional options. BUT!!! There is also the literally most traditional Greek sweets that are both gluten free and dairy free: spoon sweets, usually made of dried fruits and syrup!!! Just make sure to choose one without nuts, there are many flavours!

Tomato, fig and apricot spoon sweets. There are many many more varieties! You will find them in traditional spoon sweet, herb and spice shops, some pastry shops, perhaps upscale hotels, upscale traditional cafes. The most classic varieties could be found in some supermarkets too.

👩‍🍳 When it comes to savoury food, things are much easier. With a search in Tripadvisor for Athens with the sensitivity filters, the site gives me 1347 results back. Here’s the link to the search. So you are not going to have a problem. You can also search for “best dairy free gluten free places in Athens”, there are some articles with guides and tips. Many medium and upscale restaurants also write in their menus that they have suitable dishes or that they are open to discuss your sensitivities and modify your dish accordingly.

🏨 If you intend to stay in a hotel and eat breakfast and / or dinner there, check their amenities / services on their website first, it might be mentioned there. If not sure, I believe you should discuss it first with the hotel via a call or an email to be sure before making the reservation. I believe several medium and more upscale hotels (4 and 5 stars) will take into consideration food sensitivities.

☕️ As for coffee shops, in the big cities many nowadays have dairy substitutes such as oat and almond milk. I believe rice milk is rarer, so if those bother you, keep in mind to check what the substitute milk is.

🏪 In the big supermarkets you will have no problem finding dairy substitutes (ie vegan or lactose free milk and cheese) . Gluten free pasta are easily available too. Gluten free is a little more challenging when it comes to snacks. Brands like Papadopoulos and VIOLANTA offer a few gluten-free snacks. Just keep in mind that we really love nuts in our snacks and candies and you have to double check every snack you see for potential warnings, because a lot do not have milk or nuts but are produced in the same industrial machines as milk and nut products which means they might be contaminated. Avoid mini-markets for snacks and substitutes.

🌯 Another tricky area is fast food. Our fast food is usually pies and pitas and you won’t be able to find gluten free options very easily. Obviously however you can get a portion of souvlaki or gyros without wrapping it in a pita or a bread so there’s that! Combine it with tomatoes, onions, ketchup, lettuce, potatoes and you are more than fine! But in order to try wrapped fast food, you will definitely have to check such guides for specialised restaurants I mentioned above.

Now the good news: aside from the snacks and fast food, the traditional Greek cuisine is based on the Mediterranean diet in which gluten ingredients are naturally limited.

🥗 Traditional Greek food revolves around meat, veggies, fish, seafood and beans. (And dairy but dairy can be more easily avoided.) This means that even if you are in any place in Greece, less modern and fancy, you will still be able to eat from a variety of dishes. Check the menu for the ingredients on the dishes and discuss with the waiter if you have questions and you can avoid the problems even in a pretty traditional place.

Below are some very traditional meals dairy and gluten free that can be found in low-key non specialising places:

Grilled or boiled vinegar octopus

Wild greens salad:

Yemistá (tomatoes and peppers stuffed with rice and sometimes minced meat - do double check that they haven’t put nuts in)

Agurodomata salad (essentially the Greek village salad but without the feta cheese, you can also ask it as a Horiatiki / Greek salad without the feta)

Spanakórizo (spinach rice)

Gígantes (Giant beans)

Many other delicacies in tsipouradika (seafood shops) and mezedopolía (appetizer shops) and of course all the dishes that involve meat and fish, particularly grilled, which are literally the most common. But beware of deep fried ones, in case they coat them in egg or wheat. I also don’t know if you have any limitations with spices and herbs, this is something you should keep in mind.

I also found a Greek gluten free restaurant card in case you stumble onto a restaurant where they don’t know good English (extremely unlikely in Athens, unlikely elsewhere as well)

Heck I don’t know why it put that red corrector on the image wtf. Anyway I have myself underlined with the thick red line the words αυγά (eggs), γαλακτοκομικά (dairy) and ομελέτα (omelette). The card is exclusively for gluten free, it says what you can’t eat and then goes on with what you can eat. This is why I underlined eggs and dairy, so that you can see which words they are and blur them if you print the clear copy. It proceeds with asking that in case the cook can’t adjust any dish from the menu, then whether they can prepare a simple dish with an omelette (I underlined it) or meat. (Of course if you can eat eggs, you don’t have to scratch it out, that’s why I underlined them to show you the words and gave you a clear copy as well.)

I found cards and apps for dairy and nuts in Greek but they were behind a paywall 😑

Anyway that’s all from me: as a summary, there are several options in Athens and you will surely be able to get by in other large cities and the top cosmopolitan islands. The truth is that this may affect a little the prices but Greece is overall cheaper than west Europe and the cosmopolitan regions in the US, so upscale and specialised shops in Greece will be like medium shops in those other places price-wise. (Note: Not true for Mykonos and Santorini islands) What you should be a little more cautious with is pastries and snacks.

Hope this helped a little! I wish you a carefree and delicious stay in Athens when you come ❤️

* If any of my Greek followers has personal recs of cool places for the Anon, please comment!!!

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[theclearblue]

Hello, this is just ask for fun...

Favorite female character :

Favorite male character :

Favorite animanga :

Animanga you are currently enjoying :

Animanga that exceeded all your expectations :

Unpopular animanga you really love :

Favorite romance :

Favorite action animanga :

Favorite fantasy :

Favorite sci -fi :

Favorite drama :

Favorite comedy :

Favorite anime movie :

Next in your watch list :

Next in your read list :

Favorite antagonist:

Thanks if you want to answer....

Oh this might be get long because I love blabbing on about things I like, but if you're ok with that I'm happy to answer! (also disclaimer idk if anything here will be like. DEFINITIVE all time favorite but all of my answers will at least be within the realm of being one of my favorites lol).

Favorite female character: I just did a Chihayafuru rewatch and forgot how much I really liked Chihaya!! I relate a lot to her of having this kind of hyperfocus/passion for things I love and losing myself to it a little bit, and also how she navigates that passion with the relationships she's formed. I kinda hc her as neurodivergent like me lol but I think she's such a good protagonist!

Favorite male character: Going through heavy Sanji brainrot right now so I gotta go with him lol. You guys know my feelings, but the fun thing about Sanji is how deeply layered he is and how you can just keep picking at him. He has such deep flaws, he can be kind of insufferable but at the same time so caring and good, he really fascinates me.

Favorite animanga: God it has to be One Piece, and I hesitate in saying that because I got into it so recently, but man. Don't get me wrong, it's flawed, I can bitch about the things I don't like, but at the end of the day, there are very few things I've loved to this extent. The themes and the characters and the world and just everything works so well and is filled with such love and care and attention. And it just keeps getting better, which is ridiculous, this thing has been going on for 25 years and Egghead is one of the best arcs in the series. I have full trust that it will stick it's landing and it will be unlike anything we've ever seen.

Animanga I'm currently enjoying: I've been making my way through Blue Lock, it's a lot of fun! I finished the one season that's available and now I'm reading the manga. More of an action series than a sports series lmao but the characters are really fun to watch, it's intense, and it's pretty funny in how intense it is lmao.

Animanga that exceeded all of your expectations: One Pi-No we're going with something else lmao. I'm gonna say JJK actually! I actually gave the first episode a try around the time it aired and it just...did not click lol. Didn't watch more, and then one day I had nothing to do and gave it another try, and I wanted to smack myself, because I think JJK has a great first episode/opening. REALLY liked the first season and then read HI and Shibuya and was just shocked by how good it was, it really surprised me in how amazing those arcs are.

Unpopular animanga you really love: Not sure if this means unpopular as in "guilty pleasure" or "underrated" so I'll answer both lol. I still think it's good but Kill la Kill is definitely a guilty pleasure as well for me, it has a lot more fan service than I'm usually comfortable with and I would undeniably embarrassed to be seen watching it lmao. In terms of underrated, for manga I would say I want Sweat and Soap to be a lot more popular than it is (begging god everyday for an anime adaptation). For an anime, Mushishi definitely is critically acclaimed but I don't think enough people have watched it, it just has such a unique and calming atmosphere, even with the melancholy. It's a good intro anime too for people who are just starting out as well.

Favorite Romance: Oooh maybe a three way tie between Yona of the Dawn, Fruit's Basket, and Kaguya Sama Love is War. All three are so different lol, but maybe something I like about all of them is that (apart from fanfiction) I don't usually like reading straight up romance, there's gotta be something else too. With Yona it's the fantasy elements/big plot, with Kaguya it's the comedy, and Fruba is mainly a romance but it focuses on all the interpersonal relationships, not just the romantic ones. But it kind of simmers in the background until later on it overtakes the story, that's honestly the good shit.

Favorite Fantasy: I might just have to give a list here lmao - Revolutionary Girl Utena, One Piece, FMAB, ATLA, Yona of the Dawn, HxH, Dungeon Meshi, Lord of the Rings, PJO, Princess Mononoke, Howl's Moving Castle, Discworld, Mushishi, The Tales from Earthsea (NOT the ghibli movie lmao the book), and if I can include video games: All of the Legend of Zelda series, Hollow Knight, Hades, Super Mario Galaxy

Favorite sci-fi: Everything Everywhere All at Once, or maybe Stein's Gate as well! Oh Neon Genesis Evangelion too.

Favorite drama: Shōwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjū, I also watched Succession and enjoyed that a lot too (kinda a comedy too but more of a drama imo). Omg I can't forget Monster either (is it a drama? idk close enough)

Favorite comedy: Hmm one I haven't really talked about is Hinamatsuri. Omg I should rewatch that, it really is hilarious lmao I love it a lot.

Favorite anime movie: Princess Mononoke, Your Name, and One Piece Baron Omatsuri and the Secret Island. OH I really like Promare as well!

Next in my watchlist: That's the question lmao. Considering a rewatch of either Haikyuu or ATLA, and I am currently watching Dungeon Meshi, but I want to maybe watch a longer series next? I would take recs though!

Next in my read list: After Blue Lock, I'll probs go back to my One Piece read and also do a Chainsaw Man reread, I am woefully behind and have forgotten pretty much everything rip. Also need to reread Yona at some point but I might wait til the summer for that.

Favorite antagonist: Kenjaku <3

#thanks for the ask! #asks

[pondering-and-wondering]

You come back from a blood draw, feeling a little woozy and Ned already has your favorite pie waiting for you 🥰🥰🥰 ~ Britt

THIS IS SO CUTE slight TW for mentions of blood being drawn and doctors visits  @dreaminrubies

 You had insisted that Ned stay at The Pie Hole while you went to your appointment. He tended to come with you for your appointments. As a chronic worrier, or as he would say “plagued with troubling thoughts,” he made it a point to always come with you. Whether it was to support you or to soothe his own toiling mind you honestly didn't know. 

However, this time you decided to go alone. Maybe it was because some of you felt guilty about dragging him along, having to pause his baking and just sit there. Not that you didn't appreciate him, you knew everything he did was out of a place of kindness, but a healthy amount of space wouldn’t hurt.

You hadn't realized until the appointment that you had to have blood drawn. It wasn’t anything you weren't used to, but you really wished you had eaten a bit more. By the time you had made your way back to The Pie Hole, you were feeling queasy and lightheaded. All you could think about was slumping in your favorite booth and waiting for a fresh piece of pie. 

As you entered the establishment, decorated with the crust of the baked goods, you took a deep breath. The scents of the buttery crust mixed with the tart fruits filled your heart to a point where you almost forgot how hungry you were. The smell of pies wasn't just delicious, it was home.

  “How’d it go? I suppose not very different from other times though if it was I’d like to know” offered Ned, approaching you with his shoulders hunched and hands held behind his back. 

“Well enough, got some blood work this time but no big discoveries… thankfully.” You gave him a small shrug and a tiny smile, one of those smiles that just barely tugged at your lips. Ned stared at your face, trying to find a trace of something more. Perhaps it was his work with Cod, he was better at reading people than he was when you first met.

“I don't recall you eating before you left, did you eat? Is that why you look more tired than usual? Please sit” said Ned in a worried tone. His hands gently placed themselves on the small of your back as he ushered you over to one of the free booths. You let out a small huff, though a quaint smile never left your lips. He was such a worry-wart sometimes.

“I’m okay,  promise. All I need is-” you started before a piece of pie was presented in front of you as you sat. It didn’t take you too long to realize from the scent wafting in your space to realize that it was your favorite. Your favorite a la mode too.

“If I wasn't going to be with you at the doctor’s I knew I couldn't let you forget that I was still here and thinking about you. As foolish it may sound, you were only gone an hour or two” Ned began to ramble. As he did so you scooped up a piece on your fork, ensuring a dollop of ice cream was on it as well. As soon as the pastry hit your mouth you couldn't help but interrupt Ned’s rambling with a satisfied hum.

“Ned, of course, I would never forget how much you care, never ever. Plus this is not only my favorite but the best pie I've ever had. Thank you for always taking care of me… I love you” you said to him softly, looking up to meet his gaze.

Ned paused and blushed deeply, he always had a habit of making himself look so small. “I love you too, and I would do it any time any day no matter what.”

With that, you leaned over in the booth to give him a soft peck on the lips before finishing up in the not-so-silence of The Pie Hole, and it made you feel all better.

#pushing daisies #lee pace #ned the pie maker #ned pushing daisies #the pie maker #the pie hole #ned x reader #ned the pie maker x reader #pushing daisies x reader #lee pace x reader #stories

[spacestationstorybook]

3, 5 and 9 + Rainbow dash, 14, 16 and 18 + Glados, 4, 7 and 20 + Karlach for the fem f/o asks please!

💌donahdevotees💌

WOOHOO thanks so much @donahdevotees!! <3333 i love. Women

3. What foods does she love that you hate and vice versa? i actually think we might have more in common than not (canonically she loves to carboload which Same and also dislikes pie which. same! for the most part. sorry‏‏‎ ‎pinkie.‏‏‎ ‎though i do like chocolate pies just nothing with fruit in them) but i feel like while she snacks a lot she also eats a lot of weird health food to help her stay in shape which i'm not a fan of. not sure what i like that she wouldn't i'm usually the pickier one. i guess the chocolate pies lol

5. Do you stash snacks for each other? What kind? i believe in my heart and soul that she's a sour gummy worm girl. probably doritos and other chips too (she likes spicy chips i like tangy ones. salt and vinegar ftw) we probably have similar snack preferences but we both kind of hate to share (unless it's one of those ginormous bags) so i like to think she keeps a little cupboard just for astral‏‏‎ ‎snacks‏‏‎ ‎(or more likely astral keeps a cupboard for her because she lives in the sky so she's probably visiting them more than vice versa.)

9. Do you have nicknames for each other? just mentioned calling her speedy...which again. precious. dashie‏‏‎ ‎of course but since that one's a little more cutesy it's usually used during private just the two of them time (pinkie‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎fluttershy‏‏‎ ‎use it too but well. they're pinkie‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎fluttershy).‏‏‎ ‎astral's name doesn't lend itself to nicknames so well but ohhhh my god what if she called them sparky like to go with speedy.......FUCK okay that's adorable

answering the rest under a cut because my answers to ask games get long sorry haha

14. What are your thoughts on each other's profession? Do you visit each other at work? they technically have the same job lol which is scientist at‏‏‎ ‎aperture‏‏‎ ‎labs‏‏‎ ‎but after‏‏‎ ‎portal!nyx‏‏‎ ‎gets their robot body and aperture‏‏‎ ‎becomes defunct they don't Have to work anymore they just do it for fun. they help her set up the testing chambers. sometimes they go above ground just to explore but they always come back and tell her about their day :)

16. What type of gifts do you give each other? (For birthdays, special occasions, holidays, etc) i think‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎glados‏‏‎ ‎likes running little simulations for portal!nyx‏‏‎ ‎to complete (enrichment for them!!) so for a special occasion she'd run a really advanced and intricate one like some sort of one person escape room or something. she doesn't really get the point of holidays and such but she does like to see them having fun.‏‏‎ ‎and in exchange they bring her little gifts from aboveground :) books or stuffed animals or shirts with dumb sayings on them (she can't wear them but they amuse her).

18. What's one moment in your relationship where she changed your perspective of yourself and vice versa? i feel like‏‏‎ ‎portal!nyx‏‏‎ ‎struggles a lot with feeling useful and important (one of my most common insecurities to give to my s/is). and i think that‏‏‎ ‎while‏‏‎ ‎glados‏‏‎ ‎is somewhat annoyed by them at first (though she still chose to put them in the robot body soooooo) they feel energized by all the little tasks she gives them and while sometimes they're lonely it's nice to find meaning in being useful for someone. as for vice versa portal!nyx‏‏‎ ‎is the classic Villain's Soft Spot so maybe they just change her perspective of herself as rageful and evil allll the time. (just some of the time)

4. What drink does she order for you? What do you order for her? oh i LOVE trying weird drinks and‏‏‎ ‎karlach‏‏‎ ‎loves trying weird anything in general.‏‏‎ ‎i think‏‏‎ ‎aerax‏‏‎ ‎should get a fancy lemonade that like changes color (which‏‏‎ ‎in‏‏‎ ‎the‏‏‎ ‎original‏‏‎ ‎bg3‏‏‎ ‎setting would probably be because of magic) and‏‏‎ ‎karlach‏‏‎ ‎should get hmmmm. something tropical probably....maybe a pina colada that'd be fun (regarding alcoholic drinks i have no idea about my own preferences yet because i'm 20 in america but i like virgin margaritas so we'll say‏‏‎ ‎aerax‏‏‎ ‎likes real margaritas)

7. What hobbies do you share? What hobbies do you do separately but encourage the other about? both of them LOVE adventuring and discovering new things!‏‏‎ ‎karlach specifically likes more dangerous stuff and aerax...could really give or take the life threatening peril but loves discovering new plants or animals or spells or anything really.‏‏‎ ‎karlach‏‏‎ ‎is very into athletic pursuits and‏‏‎ ‎aerax‏‏‎ ‎is fairly strong but not nearly to her level but they like to encourage her (it helps that she can pick them up easily despite them being almost as tall as her).‏‏‎ ‎aerax‏‏‎ ‎is a big reader and‏‏‎ ‎karlach‏‏‎ ‎is not so much but she Does let‏‏‎ ‎aerax recommend her things they think she'll like as long as they don't make her read any of the big dusty spellbooks.

20. Free space, gush about her/your ship! she is SOOOO lovely...definitely the‏‏‎ ‎number one thing that got me into‏‏‎ ‎bg3.‏‏‎ ‎there were many other smaller things but i might not have bought it and just been content to enjoy it through my mutuals if it hadn't been for her. she's so tough but also SO kind and caring despite all she's been through and she feels so much...she deserves to never have anything bad happen to her ever again forever

#i just realized how similar‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎karlach‏‏‎ ‎are.‏‏‎ ‎it really does all loop back around to her in the end. #asks for me #ship: prismatic #ship: for the love of science #ship: heat lightning

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I myself dont have much time to talk but. What are some silly headcanons you have for your favoritest blorbos? Do they have a favorite food? What are your hcs for their sexualities? Do they stim, and if so, how?

This could be zelda related or not whichever you prefer, im giving you a reason to ramble about whichever characters you like most :)

oh hell yeah lets go

im going to answer these with my legend in mind , so keep That in mind ! thank u thank u

under the cut . o7

legends favourite food is eggs on rice. a simple, easy to make meal! he only eats it A Singular Way as well oops - the way He cooks it. wild learns how to make it legends way [ its not all that hard of a feat to accomplish ] . he tries to change it up sometimes but legend absolutely notices every single time and refuses to eat it.

legend can cook but its mostly easy-to-make + overall cheap options that he can make in bulk / eat off of for awhile . goulash and curries. soups, breads, etc.

hes rly good w apples too tho, outside of those kinds of meals . his favourites are honeycrisp, and hes made or helped make wine , pies , jam , etc with the fruit in general :)

he has a damn sweet tooth and its impulsively indulged every time he passes a pastry shop or some shit. if there is an apple or cinnamon flavoured Anything he is going to try it [ not cinnamon roll, though ]

he is gay as shit !!! homosexual + somewhere under the ace spec but only thinks himself Loosely tied to the term [ he does not bother to find exactly where and i dont have much care to do that much searching either. ]

stims consist of many different things so here are some different kinds

hat fiddling, fiddling with things in general [ rings, hair, tunic, bag, blahblah ], waving weight from one foot to the other, tracing designs on things [ arm bracers, armour, swords, saddles, yadayada ], large exaggerated arm/hand movements, cracking bones [ <- stress stim ]

shine !! he will watch his rings or weapons shine in the sun, will move hands back and forth to watch the gleam of light move over the designs. he likes watching clouds move. he'll stare at the campfire for hours cos he likes to watch how the colours move.

humming, whistling [ usually random tunes he picked up from the others or towns ], clicking his tongue, mimicking accents [ NOT mocking . theres a difference . unless its twilight , then he mocks because its silly /lh ]. he likes to repeat words he hears tht r fun . yippee . . . conkcrete . . .

idk random things

warriors and legend are in a qpr [ duh ]

legend draws. wars writes.

system four my beloved

times good w magic spells. hes a quick learn, tho he doesnt rly use em

legend is more magic-able thn he lets on , understands spells and what they do / what words do that , but doesnt know how to use spells without conduits that Move the magic for him

they all know sign or are learning sign . legend doesnt like to teach, but he DOES stick around to help translate if need be

legend knows so many languages but this is common knowledge

legend has two dark world forms [ wolfos and rabbit ] <- the wolfos coloration is like a maned wolf

hyrule isnt very fond of bein in the fairy transformation , very overwhelming experience rly , but he Does enjoy the ability to sit on shoulders when he winds up in it

hyrule n legend make deez nuts jokes n warriors falls for them every time . warriors learns how to weaponize words to make his own jokes of the same caliber

twilight likes to collect bugs for agitha still . other eras have silly bugs and someone asks why hes hoarding all the damn glass bottles and when he carefully gets tghem out they each have a singular fucking bug in them

#hc tag #ask #anonymous